Post by gvb on Nov 14, 2018 22:15:17 GMT -6
MILLENNIUM XX: Sign Of The Times
Live from the U.S. Bank Arena in Cincinnati, OH
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
The show opens with the usual display of pyrotechnics, anticipating the intro of Godsmack’s “When Legends Rise”. The camera pans over the crowd, some of them holding the usual handwritten signs.
“Hello Kitty" "I am the Yin to Jennifer's Yang" "Can Britty and Tiffany fight forever?" "Delete Curious Cat" "If Seph wants to go Extreme I volunteer" "Daddy Paddy" "Luna can have my babies" "I can have Gian's babies"
Hanging above the ring there’s a still cage. Jared Idol and Bea Torres are looking up at it from the commentary table, obviously confused.
Bea Torres: "Jared? Do we have a Cage Match on tonight's card?"
Jared Idol: "No, I don't think so Bea?"
Bea Torres: "THEN WHY THE HELL THERE'S A CAGE ABOVE THE RING?"
Jared Idol: "Maybe to lock you in if you keep yelling in my ears..."
Bea Torres: "THAT'S NOT FUNNY, JARED! NOT..."
The first notes of Vivaldi's "La Tempesta Di Mare" interrupt the yelling commentator, for the joy of her partner. The General Manager Gianluigi Vaccaro wallks down the ramp, impeccable in his blue three pieces suit. Stepping inside the ring he waves his hand, greeting the fans as his music fades away.
Jared Idol: "I guess we will have our answers now Bea."
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Good evening Cincinnati and welcome to Millennium XX!
The crowd cheers.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
We have a great night in store for you, with twelve matches... Therefore, I won't take too much time from you. But I can assure you it's for a good reason.
The tron comes to light, showing, finally, the poster of next week's Pay Per View, airing from the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, OH.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I'm sure you all know by now that Deep-Six main event will be a Six Men 30 minutes match for the Millennium Championship. Mister Ho insisted that his client, the current Millennium Champion Jennifer Yang...
A huge round of applause interrupts him. Gian let the fans finish before picking up where he left with a smile.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
As I was saying, Jenni will start the match against whoever wins her qualifier match tonight in the highest time. After five minutes, a new contender will enter the match every three minutes, with their time tonight determining the entrance order. As per miss van Beek direct order, Jason Hawk will be the last entrant.
The cheers immediately turn into boos.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Pinfall and submission can occur at any time, but only the last one before the time limit will determine who walks out of the main event with the title.
With a gesture of his hand, he calms down the fans, continuing his speech.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
But of course, that's not the only title on the line. Kate Steele will defend the Lockdown Championship from either Kace Matthews or Luna, who will battle later tonight for this honor.
Selina Metzger announced last week that her eyes are on the Cloud Gate Championship. She will have her chance next week at Deep-Six against Britty Kane and Dane Archer.
The mercenary has no fans here in Cincinnati.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
As for the Empire Extreme Championship... Well we will hear from Saki later tonight...
And if you think that all this is still not enough, how about a Lumberjack Match between Monica Cross and the multi time World Champion Josh Kennedy?
Cheers for Josh.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
They could have pick any other company in the world, but they choose Millennium. Why?
You will see it tonight. Welcome to Millennium, Ladies and Gentlemen. Enjoy the show.
His music hits once again, accompanying him on his way out. We cut once to the commentator's table.
Bea Torres: "HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE CAGE!"
Jared Idol: "You listened? That's something new..."
Bea Torres: "SHUT UP!!"
Singles Match
Kitty Owens VS A.C.I.D
Just like last week, it’s up to Kitty to open the show, this time against another member of the New World, A.C.I.D. The jack of all trades of New World starts out strong with some right forearms that don’t seem to affect Kitty too much. The rookie just shoves him away, watching him coming back at her with a dropkick that sends her a few steps back. A.C.I.D. once again charges, this time ducking the clothesline and jumping on the middle rope, hitting a springboard crossbody that Owens turn into a Side Slam using his own momentum. She then hooks the leg for the first pinfall of the match, barely getting a two count. Kitty’s passion and her undoubted skills are earning her the praise of the Millennium fans, who start to chant her name after seeing her decimating the opponent with some heavy right hands followed by a released German Suplex. The Japanese wrestler tries a mild reaction, connecting with a few kicks to the ribs opening her way to a swinging neckbreaker. His pinfall attempt though is frustrated with authority by a kick-out in one from KO. A.C.I.D. tries to build some momentum, but his attacks seem sloppy and predictable tonight. Like when he jumps from the top turnbuckle and gets caught in a Reverse Atomic Drop, to which she follows with the King Kai Fist. The european uppercut sends him against the ropes, and right into a Samoan Drop from the rookie. After the impact, she positions herself behind his back, wrapping her arms around his waist and dead lifting him in a german suplex. Once again, the Blue Bomber gives her the win, the second in a row for the rookie. WINNER: Kitty Owens BY: Pinfall (Blue Bomber), 6:02 |
Bea Torres: "Another win for KITTYYYYYYYYYY!!!"
Jared Idol: "Aye. This kitty has claws, and she's leaving her mark in Millennium"
The scene opened to show Figgins inside what seemed to be a supply closet to the arena. The room had tables stacked upon tables, an item that will be the focal point of his up coming match. He leaned up against the wall, nodding and motioning like he was listening to the woes of some invisible speaker.
Jacob Figgins
Often people implore another to open their eyes. But one can open all the eyes they want and still fall deaf to the vibrations of the universe. We cannot so simply sacrifice other senses to enhance another. It takes much meditation to open up all your sensory organs to their full potential. In the prime state I can see every detail of a fly’s wing from the other end of the room. I can identify another by scent. I can feel color. Let me tell you one thing, these tables, they speak. In the wood grain, in the pressed fibers, there is a voice. Mainly they talk about how they were once a mighty tree stricken down in their prime. How their uppity cousin became a text book. How their good for nothing brother became toothpicks and finally amounted for something. I stayed at the hardware store from open to close and communed with the tables. I learned their strengths, their weaknesses, I wiped away their sappy tears. They have become my allies. They heed my commands.
Figgins paused and craned his head to the side as if something caught his attention. His jaw tightened, his eyes bulged.
Jacob Figgins:
The fudge you say to me!?
He threw himself shoulder first into a propped table. It erupted into splinters at Figgins’ weight suddenly been thrust upon it. Sharp pants wheezed through his teeth as he calmed himself.
Jacob Figgins
Except that it one. It was weak, I rebel that rebelled simply to rebel. All the other tables called it a douche. Do trees douche? What would trees douche with? Questions for another time. All these conversations with tables might have left me yearning for more engaging conversation. That or the fumes of the varnish section only one aisle over. Has Libby taken the time to talk with the tables? Probably not, probably too concerned with being fun. Being perceived as fun. But the tables think he tries too hard and his hair is funky.
As for Sephora, I know that the mole people do not talk to anything that does not directly concern them. I know what underground fighter means. She cannot fool the Figgle, Nor does she impress mw with the fact she has more tattoos than me.
Battle is not only about controlling your opponent. It is also about commanding the environment. Commanding the very battlefield that you stand. I’ve taken steps to control the tables. And they won’t turn on me.
Glance into the blackness.
Singles Match
Kamila Rose VS Paddy Costigan
The debut of the veteran in Millennium was a pure display of dominance from the sixty years old. Since the opening bell, he easily takes control of the match, blocking her right hand and answering with one of his own. Paddy then switches to a side headlock, taking her down in one fluid motion without never losing that arrogant smile on his face. The first minutes of this match are something that should be shown in every wrestling school as a brilliant example of how mat wrestling can be effective and fun. To watch at least, because it’s clear that Kamila isn’t enjoying it, and she’s unable to find a way to counter it. Luckily for her, Paddy eventually gets bored and picks her up, landing a couple of European Uppercuts before lifting her with a, perfect of course, Northern Light Suplex that only gives him a two count. Unfazed, Costigan drags her back to her feet and throws her in the corner, following up with a splash. Kamila raises her foot and kicks him in the face, quickly climbing up to the top rope and jumping at him with a crossbody. But Paddy catches her in mid air, shaking his head in mockery before tossing her across the ring like a rag doll with a fallaway slam. A quick glance at the fans, motioning her that the match is over before locking her in a Crossface Chickenwing. Moments later, Rose is forced to tap. WINNER: Paddy Costigan BY: Submission (Crossface Chickenwing), 5:29 |
Bea Torres: "The old man still got it!"
Jared Idol: "You heard him, he's not here to show he still got it. He's here to show he's still the bloody best."
Bea Torres: "Uhhh I don't know about that. I still think Jenni can kick his butt..."
Jared Idol: "Maybe one day we will find out. For now, congrats mate, and welcome to Millennium"
The scene opens up to the backstage area where Luna Smith is exiting her ride to the arena. A star mat placed at her foot by her appointed assistant for the evening that accentuates her leg, looking elegant in a pair of Steve Madden Calf boots with a pair of skinny jeans and a white fuzzy coat to handle the climate change in Ohio.
Luna Smith:
The star is here, everyone.
As she hands off her glasses to the assistant and continues to walk, searching around for the locker room and sighs. She pulls out a golden star with her name on it before walking over to a locker room she opens to see the Millennium referees getting ready for the event.
Luna Smith:
Hi. I'm Luna, you know, the Star of the Night.
And does a courtesy little pose before pushing the door open fully.
Luna Smith:
And as the soon to be, going to be, undoubtably, contender for the Lockdown Championship I'm getting myself in the mind of a champion. A champion, zebra people, gets their own locker room so you'll all have to vacate.
And then gestures to the exit. There's not a lot of movement until Luna claps her hands loudly.
Luna Smith:
Come on, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.
She says as the referees begin to leave bar one member who has no shirt on yet and waits to try and put one on. Luna has no patience and pushes him out before grabbing a disposable towelette from her purse to wipe her hand.
Luna Smith:
Will you get me some Febreeze or scented candles. It wrecks in here. Ok thanks, bye.
She says closing the door upon her assistant and inside begins to get herself on her little mat and begins to calmly meditate for her upcoming match much later in the evening.
Singles Match
Jackson Idol VS Yona Blake
Yona wants to prove that she belongs in Millennium after the unfortunate series of loss she’s gone through in the recent past. Tonight, she finds on her path to redemption another man who came up short in his debut match last week, Jackson Idol. Although, in Jax defense, the ending of his match was controversial to say the least. Anyway, the She-Wolf brings her usual energy to the match, her speed and agility take Idol by surprise giving her the early advantage in the first part of the match. She even manages to score a couple of near falls with a roll up and an inside cradle, but Jackson looks too focused to let another win slip away like this. Jackson is now in the corner, watching Blake charging at him and hitting the double knees to the face she calls Unprettier. WIth the opponent down, she quickly climbs to the top rope going for a Diving Double Foot Stomp, but Jackson moves out of the way. Yona rolls through and quickly turns back just in time to eat a superkick by Your Favorite Idol who attempts a pinfall hooking the leg. Yona kicks out in two. From that moment on, Jackson pretty much stays in control, finding time to show off for the camera and the ladies in attendance. A Standing Shooting Star Press following a Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick gives him another near fall, this time with the she wolf barely kicking out. It seems clear that the Werewolf Of London is on her last leg, pretty much defenseless against the hard kicks the youngest Idol is delivering, result of the new training regimen he’s going through with his girlfriend Zooey West-Jaa. And they’re definitely paying off, connecting to Yona’s ribcage with loud thuds. Eventually, he ends the combination turning his back to her and connecting with a Pele Kick. Blake is down, but instead of going for a cover, Jackson is waiting, following her movements and stalking her as she crawl on the floor and slowly start rising to her feet, staggering right into the FC Cutter. Three seconds later the referee is raising Jackson’s arm in victory. WINNER: Jackson Idol BY: Pinfall (F.C. Cutter), 7:17 |
Jared Idol: "Well done little brother."
Bea Torres: "Our favorite Idol won!"
Jared Idol: "Girl..."
Bea Torres: "What?"
Jared Idol: "He doesn't need anyone else to boost his ego"
The scene opens backstage in a corridor, where Aurora is spotted gearing up for her upcoming match. As she makes her way down the corridor however, she sees something off camera. She stops for a moment before taking a concerning sigh. She walks over to where she is looking; leaning against the wall is one of her students from her days as a trainer in RISE. Tiffany Tompkins, still visibly upset about recent events, is out of her usual character; the normally intense competitor revving up for her upcoming battle is slouching against the wall, staring into her phone with an uninterested attitude. She doesn't see Aurora approaching her at first, until she makes the first move.
Aurora:
Well hello, my freaky darling. I was looking for you, earlier and here you are, how lucky I am.
Aurora’s blond hair, a few streaks of purple and pink here and there is still chopped short, much like Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction thanks to Artemis Kaiser though she's clearly had the ragged ends styled up from how they were before. She adjusts a strap on her pink and black signature gear before she reaches over and quite delicately runs a fingertip over Tiffany's brow.
Aurora:
I'd say, penny for your thoughts bright heart, but they're written on your face.
She sighs soft, her contralto voice pitched soft but nowhere near that breathy whisper she used for years, back when she told the fans to Believe.
Aurora:
You have a big choice here, bright heart. A very big choice laid out in front of you, and I would hate to see you do less than grab it up, shake it with both hands, and stomp the crap out of it.
If it were anyone else, Tiffany would have slapped the hand from the face, but despite no longer being in RISE, Tiffany couldn't help but show respect to her former tutor, if you consider tilting her head away from Aurora's hand respectful. Tiffany was clearly not in the mood.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Leave me alone. You don't know what I'm going through.
Aurora made a soft sound as she leaned her hip against the wall, close to Tiffany but not crowding her.
Aurora:
I don't know how you feel about it, but I do know what it's like to lose to smug, arrogant jackasses even if it's not in the ring. I do know what it's like, to want to beat someone so badly I can taste it. To work my ass off, and get told I'm not good enough to main event a show because I was born a woman, not because I wasn't better than anyone else they had.
A tiny smirk, but her amazing green eyes glittered.
Aurora:
I know what it's like to be taken away from what I wanted to do more than anything, because someone else was jealous of the potential I had.
A small, small smile.
Aurora:
And I know that making them eat those words, throwing up the biggest middle finger possible, is absolutely ... joyous.
Aurora might as well have been talking to the wall she's leaning on, because all the while, Tiffany was rolling her eyes and staring at her phone. After the slight pause, she was obliged to speak...
Tiffany Tompkins:
Well that's all good for you. It's just that...well...
Tiffany stops herself from confessing something, piquing Aurora's interest.
Tiffany Tompkins:
...I don't know. I just don't see why they picked me for this beat the clock challenge. They could have picked anyone else...
Aurora made a humming noise and gently used "Coach voice" on Tiffany then.
Aurora:
You don't? I do, but it's intriguing me that you aren't seeing it. Tell me this. Why not you?
Tiffany Tompkins:
Well for starters, when was the last time I actually won a match? You actually think a loser like me deserves to be in the same competition as you?
Aurora:
Nobody wins all the time, nobody. Winning when it counts is awesome... but it's up to you, to decide when that is. I've seen you win matches, remember? Up close and personal.
Aurora sighed slightly, and held her hands out in front of her, fingers straight, as if she was seeing how steady they were.
Aurora:
If I thought you were a loser bright heart, I wouldn't be standing here talking to you right now. I'd let you toddle on out there to the ring and lose, because you're seeing yourself like this, twisted. But I know better, even if you don't see it yet. You're a fierce woman, Tiffany. You're not a child anymore and it irks you when people treat you that way. So. Go out there, and don't let them fuc.... mess with you. You mess with them first.
Aurora's words cause a change of expression on Tiffany's face. Her eyes are staring beyond the phone as she takes a moment to consider what her mentor figure just said. As Aurora calmly rests on the wall, as if she knew she just did her job, Tiffany finally gets off her phone, puts it away and turns to look up into Aurora's face. Aurora has an idea on what she's about to say.
Tiffany Tompkins:
I don't know if I can...
Tiffany stops leaning against the wall herself and rolls her shoulders slightly.
Tiffany Tompkins:
...but I'll guess I'll try. Don't wanna keep getting messed around with...
Aurora's smile brightened just a touch, from soft to predatory in a blink but her eyes were clearly pleased and it managed to stay pretty instead of something else.
Aurora:
And you'll show them why they won't. I see it, and you will too.
Tiffany, sparked with a little bit more enthusiasm, nods to Aurora before heading off, but not without turning back to Aurora for a brief moment to say...
Tiffany Tompkins:
Thanks Rora. Won't let you down.
Aurora watched her go and pushed off from the wall, heading towards her new destination, her voice softer.
Aurora:
You haven't yet, and one day you'll see it.
Tag Team Match
Catriona Mackenzie & Selina Metzger VS Nessa Wall & Christina Rose
Nessa makes it clear right before the match “Stay there and let me handle this” she says to Christina who, reluctantly, walks to her corner. For the opponent’s team it’s Selina Metzger who starts things off with a right forearm to the back of Nessa’s head while she’s still arguing with her team partner. With the opponent down, The Ubermensch starts her classic dismantling with hard straight punches and power moves. Nessa finds herself in jeopardy when the German goes for an early cover after an Inverted Powerslam, kicking out in two and a half. Selina drags Wall to her corner and tags Catriona back in. The two women, no strangers to each other having fought in more than one occasion, show some good chemistry performing a double suplex. Another cover and another kick out from Nessa, who needs to do something to change the momentum of this match. And she does, using her experience and one of the many tricks she learned in her career, raking her eyes and leveling the temporarily blinded opponent with a clothesline. The referee warns her, but she just shrug it off and starts stomping the hell out of MacKenzie. Christina calls for the tag, but Nessa ignores her and drops her elbow to the back of the neck instead. Catriona tries a reaction taking advantage of one of the many distractions Nessa allows herself during the match, this time arguing with some fans that didn’t like the way she disrespectfully and cockily tried to pin Cat placing ar foot on her chest, after the Against The Wall. She taps her shoulder, forcing her to turn and greeting her with a headbutt, knocking Nessa a few steps back. That’s when Christina tags herself in, entering the match with a springboard clothesline that surprises MacKenzie. The two women bring the most classic fight between speed and technical prowess, with Catriona trying to contain the explosiveness of Crystal and possibly slow down the pace of the match. But there’s no stopping the Blossoming Rose tonight. Flying from one side to the other of the ring, Christina plants Cat with a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT, but the spectacular maneuver is only worth a two count. For a minute it seems like the Scots is going to turn things around, stopping the opponent’s momentum with a Bicycle Kick. She then follows up with a series of perfectly executed suplexes. Belly to belly, a fisherman, a series of three German, the last of which bridging into a pin. An impressive display of technique, but not enough to keep her down. She walks to her corner, tagging her partner and dropping Christina on her knee. Selina hits the ropes and drives her boot to the side of Rose’s head, still lying on her partner’s knee after the backbreaker. The referee gets in position and count to two, before noticing Christina’s foot over the rope. Selina’s power seems too much for the opponent to handle. The number one contender for the Cloud Gate championship has her locked in a tight bear hug, squeezing the life out of Christina. On the apron, Nessa shakes her head, disgusted by what in her book is a poor performance by her partner. With her last energies, Christina breaks free hitting the opponent’s head with both hands. She crawls to her corner but Metzger quickly recovers and grabs her by her leg. Rose counters it with an enziguri and jumps to her corner… But Nessa isn’t there. The sound of the boos raining on Nessa is deafening. She doesn’t pay attention to that, or to the dirty look Selina and Catriona shoot her, or at the referee almost pleading her to come back. She simply walks away, disappearing backstage and leaving her partner at the mercy of the Ubermensch, who obliterates Christina with the Elbe Valley Driver. 1, 2, 3 and the match is over. WINNERS: Catriona MacKenzie & Selina Metzger BY: Pinfall (Selina Metzger, Elbe Valley Driver), 9:17 |
Bea Torres: "I CAN'T BELIEVE NESSA LEFT!"
Jared Idol: "Are you really surprised? She didn't hide the fact that she wasn't too fond of her partner..."
Bea Torres: "True, but still..."
Jared Idol: "Still, a win for Catriona and Selina."
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Will you please get out of me seat?
Jason Hawk:
Nope, you sit over there now.
Jason motions for the chair on the opposite of the desk.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Weird, I can swear I saw my name on the door… And this looks a lot like my office.
Jason Hawk:
You weren’t here. There were two empty chairs and I took the better one. It’s not my fault you weren’t in. It was you wanted to see me after all.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
There’s only one thing I value more than the art of communication, mister Hawk. And that’s the respect of hierarchy. I’m the man in charge here, you would want to remember this, going forward.
Gianluigi responds clearly getting tired of dealing with Jason’s stubbornness. Jason pauses, eyes up Gianluigi, before leaning back in his chair and putting his feet on the table. He smiles.
Jason Hawk:
I am not a man you want to threaten. Did you not pay attention? I kicked my last boss’ face in. And I’ll tell ya what. I’d gladly do it again. Also Ms. Van Beek surely wouldn’t be happy if anything were to happen to me before tonight’s main event. She also has a favorite in our little title match. But let’s keep that between us
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I don’t think...
Jason Hawk:
Where are your manners? First you were late to our meeting and now you won’t let me finish. One more strike and I am out of here. Now I don’t see any coffee on the table. What kind of shit meeting is this? Go get me some coffee.
Gianluigi just shakes his head and reluctantly takes a seat opposite from Jason.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Now, Mr. Hawk...
Jason Hawk:
Hold on, don’t you need to call someone or does coffee just magically appear in your office?
Gian takes a deep breath.
Jason Hawk:
Hello, coffee.
Jason waves at Gianluigi trying to get his attention.
Jason Hawk:
I like it black I should add.
The General Manager starts laughing.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Me too. Anyway, I’ve had it with your foolery. Mr van Beek wants you in that title match, and I have my hands tied, until Deep-Six. But you should reconsider your attitude, because, quite frankly, I’m starting to doubt that there will still be a place for a man like you in this company. A psychopath without remorse, who doesn’t wish to win titles and you doesn’t wish to appeal to the fans. I’ve dealt, with people like you in the past, you are no good for any kind business. You believe you are Millennium, but the truth is, Millennium will still be even without you. And possibly, it will be a better place. If you still want your coffee, I’m sure you can find some in the catering area. Now, I would like my chair back, thank you.
Jason slumps down in the chair looking nothing like the man who had reigned terror over the Millennium roster. He looked more like a child that had been told off for misbehaving.
Jason Hawk:
...no
Gianluigi regains his composure and readjust his tie before continuing.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Now, Mr. Hawk if you will finally listen. Last week Mr. Shen voiced some concerns over the fact that his client, our world champion, Ms. Jennifer Yang had to face you in one on one competition and I promised him that I would have a word with you before the match.
Jason Hawk:
...I don’t want to talk to you now
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Fine, then I’ll talk, and you’ll do as I say. It is no secret that you have new found bloodlust. Mr. Shen was worried that your tendency to rely on the extreme and hardcore would put his client in danger of getting injured before her big title defense. I assured him that it wouldn’t be a problem. Will it be a problem Mr. Hawk?
Jason looks at Gianluigi for a moment. Contemplating what to say next.
Jason Hawk:
What if we don’t? I don’t care what you have to say. I am not going to make any promises.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I promised Mr. Shen that you would never receive a title shot again in Millennium if Ms. Yang was to be seriously hurt.
Jason Hawk:
How is that fair? You can’t restrict me like that! It’s not a fair fight if I can’t rely on my strength. I thought we just got rid of any and all bias in this company. I see you are nothing different from Chuck. I am sure Ms. van Beek won’t be too pleased to hear about this.
Gianluigi isn’t even phased by Jason’s threat.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Your match tonight isn’t a no disqualification match. The referee will disqualify you if you do.
Jason Hawk:
There is so much that the referees don’t see. Do you even know who I am? I made a career out of deceiving the referees. I am going to do what I see fit to win tonight. And if that requires some extreme measures then so be it. I won’t be threatened. And if you do, I’ll tell Ms. Van Beek that you are playing favorites. She can’t be too pleased that the man she handpicked to lead Millennium is nothing more than a lesser Chuck Matthews.
Gianluigi doesn’t look too pleased with Jason’s last comment.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Neither won’t I and I stand by what I promised Mr. Shen. If you don’t play by the rules, then you won’t receive any more title shots in Millennium. So, you better make to most of the one you got. But that is for you to decide. You’re a grown man I don’t need to make your decisions for you.
The two men look at each other both not happy about the fact that they can’t reach an agreement.
Jason Hawk:
I guess we don’t have any more to talk about.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
The only thing left for me is to wish you good luck tonight, Mr. Hawk.
Jason Hawk:
Fuck off...
Jason stands up and grabs the back of the chair as he leaves.
Jason Hawk:
I am taking the chair.
Beat The Clock Challenge
Millennium Championship Match Qualifier
Millennium Championship Match Qualifier
Zooey West-Jaa VS Tiffany Tompkins
It's probably the biggest match in Tiff's career, as the look on her eyes, a mixture of excitement and nervousness, gives out. A chance to qualify for the Six Way Millennium Championship Match at the supershow. On her way, a world class athlete who made an impressive debut one week ago in this company, and who made her intentions clear. Zooey West-Jaa isn't here to play games. And she made it quite clear right off the bat, swinging for a killing blow as soon as the bell rings. Tiff is barely able to dodge the Roundhouse Kick, taking a step back and seeing Zoey's foot hissing a few inches from her face. Despite making it out of the early danger in one piece, the young girl is struggling to find her footing, the pressure coming from the high stakes and the awareness that every kick of the Thai sensation is potentially deadly seemingly too much for her to handle, thus allowing Zooey to take control of the match. Although the majority of her kicks didn't find their marks, mostly because of Tompkins’ speed and evading skills, they are keeping a lot of pressure on the young girl. With her focus completely on the legs, Zooey is able to surprise Tiff with a reverse elbow after she blocked a side kick. Now stunned, the Android 18 becomes an easy prey for her strikes, the impressive kicking combination ends with a jumping knee that sends Tiff down on the floor. The first pinfall attempt for the match gives Zooey a two count. It's a tough night for the young girl, who seems unable to find a way to counter to the hybrid style of her opponent. Zooey gets another near fall after a Chick Kick. Desperately needing to regroup, Tiffany rolls out of the ring. With time being a key factor, Zooey immediately follows her, determined to capitalize on the moment of difficulty of her opponent. Tompkins runs around, sliding back in and hitting the ropes, connecting with a low dropkick to the knee of the Thai once she reaches her inside the ring. With Zooey on her knee, Tiff returns the favor, unloading a flurry of kicks to her chest. The teenager seems to get more and more fired up after every blow, with the fans starting to get behind her. After a fifth kick, she gains some momentum hitting the ropes and charges at her with a running big boot. Zooey is down, but only for a two count. The match goes on, pretty much on the same script, a hard hitting contest between two dangerous strikers. Hit after hit the time flies and they both start giving the clock as it was quickly running toward the ten minutes mark. The pressure of having to set the time starts to kick in, especially on the younger competitor who starts to show signs of frustration when Zooey kicks out of a Running Single Leg Dropkick. Her attacks become hasty, less precise, more predictable. And that’s something you can’t afford when you’re up against someone with the experience and ability of West-Jaa, who catches her leg and spins inward, dragging her down with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip. Tiffany quickly bounces back, grabbing Zoeey’s foot after a kick attempt but leaving herself open for the following Dragon Whip. Once again the Muay Thai specialist gets the upper hand, controlling the pace of the match relying on her hard hitting offense. Tiffany finds herself, literally, against the ropes, stuck in the corner trying to defend herself from the opponent’s relentless attacks. The referee gives her a gladly accepted break when he separates the two of them, at least for a few seconds before Zooey pushes him aside and starts unloading another series of stiff forearm shots to her face. It doesn’t take much time before the referee once again steps between the two contestants, warning once again the Thai. Zooey grabs Tiffany by the arm and whips her all the way across the ring to the opposite corner, taking some time to taunt the crowd before charging at her. This time though, Tiffany anticipates her move coming out of the corner and sends her crashing face first against the middle turnbuckle with a drop toe hold. Zooey stands up, still dazed after the impact but Tompkins quickly grabs her and drives her head against the protective pad. Once, twice… The fans count up to 10 before Tiffany steps away, watching the opponent falling down with a satisfied grin. A quick glance at the clock, before running to the corner and hitting a cannonball senton, following up with another cover. Just in the nick of time, Zooey raises her shoulder. Shaking her head and wondering what else she has to do keep the Thai down. A series of right forearms seems to be a good start, especially if followed up by an European Uppercut that sends the opponent against the ropes. What she didn’t consider is Zooey bouncing back with a Spinning Heel Kick that busts her lips open. It takes some time for both of them to get back on their feet but when they do, West-Jaa seems to have the momentum on her side. She knock Tiff down with a Crooked Arm Lariat and locks her in the Xu Tay, her Bridging Triangle Choke. The submission is locked in the middle of the ring, too far away from the ropes for her to reach them, as she desperately tries to resist. Almost a minute passes with Tiffany still refusing to tap, despite the grimace of pain on her face.. The referee checks on her, but she shakes her head, the support from the fans pushing her through the pain to eventually break out of the submission hold. Zooey wastes no time before covering her and hooking the leg, but the eighteen years old still manages to kick out. Zooey West-Jaa controls the match, and she seems to be one big move away from putting an exhausted Tiffany down for good and earn her spot in the title match at the ppv. That until she misses with a Calf Kick when Tompkins held on the ropes, exploding toward Zooey with a clothesline. And another one for good measure, once she gets back to her feet. Resorting to her last energy, the young girl hits the opponent with some stiff shots, including a headbutt. Zooey is on her knee, perfectly positioned for the Death Kick that catapult an incredulous Tiffany in the six person match at the PPV next week, with a time of 18:20 WINNER: Tiffany Tompkins BY: Pinfall (Death Kick), 18:20 |
Jared Idol: "Bloody Hell, she did it!"
Bea Torres: "Tiffany won! Look at her, she can't even believe it!"
Jared Idol: "Neither can I honestly. Another great performance by this young girl."
Bea Torres: "And this time, she's going to the main event!"
Singles Match
Dane Archer VS Britty Kane
Britty Kane and Dane Archer looked at each other from across the ring. Archer towered over the smaller Kane who fearfully stepped forward but began to put on some gusto. She reached into her tights and produced… a handful of $100 bills. She put the money on Dane’s chest and nodded her head to try to pay him off. Archer looked at the money and while he did Britty cold smacked him in the face! That didn’t sit well with the giant who threw Kane across the ring like a rag doll. Britty got back up to her feet and got right back in Dane’s, well, chest and smacked him again. This only furthered the anger of the giant who started to take over against the much smaller woman. Archer was able to just toss Britty around with ease, barely breaking a sweat through the opening parts of the match. Archer was careful in his approach against Britty, taking his time after working her over in the corner with rights and lefts. Britty had to use the ropes to keep herself from hitting the canvas. Archer got too cocky after hitting a powerslam, only putting a single boot on the Cloud Gate Champion who kicked out. Dane shook his head and pulled up Kane, only to have her start kicking away at his right leg like a lumberjack in a forest. She kept up the assault on his leg but he refused to go down. After what seemed like the 50th kick, Britty bounced off the ropes but ate the leg boot of Dane, the champion backflipping onto her stomach from the impact. The large man got back on his methodical attack as Britty kept on firing back with nothing but kicks to the legs trying to her best to get the big man down. Dane smirked at one point after easily picking up Britty and walked around the ring with her high up in the air doing lifts, and then powerslammed her violently to the canvas. She was able to kick out just before three, Archer pulled her back. He began to try different power moves, at one point going for a chokeslam but Britty dropkicked him while midair. She planted him with a tornado DDT but barely got a two count as he threw her across the ring. A thunderous lariat sat Britty back down as Dane decided he had enough and put her head between his legs. Archer went for his trusty Jackknife Powerbomb. However, when he lifted Britty up, all the work she had done kicking as his leg worked as his right knee buckled, Britty landing right on his shoulders. She leaned back and hooked a leg and got the three count! The Cloud Gate Champion got the hell out the ring before Archer knew what happened. WINNER: Britty Kane BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 12:44 |
Bea Torres: "YAY BRITTY!!!!"
Jared Idol: "Another upset here tonight!"
Bea Torres: "You say that! I always knew she could beat Dane!"
"Lets Get Crazy" by Prince hums in the arena as the lights dim to a purple haze around the arena before converging on the center of the arena where it shows some smoke. Then as the song begins to pick up a man appears through the smoke and then jumps in the air reveals it is Sean Libby dancing his way to the ring. Although oddly he's not jumping towards the fans for hugs and handshakes, instead just going toward the ring climbing the steps and onto the turnbuckle and rolling himself off into the ring. Sean asks for the microphone from the ring announcer and receives it. As the song keeps playing, Sean does a spinning top on his head before laying in the ring nonshelaunt. Finally Sean kicks up and starts talking.
Sean Libby:
Alright, alright cut the song cut it.
The fans in the arena cheer for the showmanship of Sean for his entertaining entrance and song.
Sean Libby:
I know, you folks love that song, hell you guys love the artist, God rest his soul. But tonight everyone, The Libbeh's got some words to get off his chest.
The fans still cheer for Sean as he begins to look a little down.
Sean Libby:
See, theres a symbolism with that song. Many people remember the man, Prince for his expertly placed lyrics, his charm his attitude... But people often forget that, it wasn't just Prince who made that song as memorable as it was. There were others, The Revolution. But people are quick to remember, it was a Prince song that made it great. And not The Revolution.
The crowd begins to quiet
Sean Libby:
And where exactly am I going with this? Well. A couple weeks ago, you guys saw me lay down The Man that was Chuck Matthews. Now me and ol' Chuck we have history. Complicated as hell but its there. I respected the man he used to be. Hell I've even fought him one on one once too. Gave him one hell of a send off of a place that he helped built. But in the end, we both left and went on our own.
Sean leans over a turnbuckle and looks to the ceiling
Sean Libby:
Was it a bad blood feud that caused us to do that? No. No in fact I did it because I had nothing left to offer. Or so I thought. When I found Chuck again, it was him who motivated me to return to wrestling. And I came to Millennium, sticking to what I knew best and brought the best in me I had to offer. But Chuck never saw me as he made me believe. He thought I was nothing. "The King of Pre-Shows" he joked to me after I gained my first win in this place. And... I took it to heart.
Sean turns to the crowd who try to chant "Libbeh! Libbeh!" to try to bring light out of this
Sean Libby:
So I was determined to better myself, not just for me, but for you. But no matter how hard I tried, Chuck never saw me. He forgot about me. And... So did you. To which comes back to my saying of Prince, and The Revolution. People thought of Chuck as the untouchable man who can't be disputed or touched. While I, was forgotten about! And you know what you did to me?
Sean chuckles a bit
Sean Libby:
It kinda loosend a few screws in my head. Everyones talking bout, Matthews, Grace, Kane, oh my lord don't get me started on Chris. But everyone forgot about the one, the true, the Sean Lib-by. So I decided if I had to get ahead in life, I had to cut my losses! And Chuck was one of them, see ya Buh-Bye! I'll miss ya never! And with my... Loosend state, heheheh Imma show you once more whatcha overlooked ya fuckers! Heheh I'll show you all! What it means to be EXTREME! Yeah! You heard me, EX-TREEEEEEEME!! Saki, you little bitch! I want you, to do Libbeh a favor, ya? Keep your belt. Because... Hehehe, I'm coming for it! And I'm coming for your neck!
Sean throws the mic down in a manic state laughing wildly and bounces off the ropes
Beat The Clock Challenge
Millennium Championship Match Qualifier
Millennium Championship Match Qualifier
Vivi Robichaud VS Gray Malone
In the second qualifier of the night, Vivi takes on the former shadow of the Society. The fans, obviously sided with the High Priestess, waste no time to voice all their despise toward Gray when he, before the bell even rang, takes her down with a vicious clothesline. He immediately goes for a cover, getting barely a one count of it, but the surprise attack allows him to earn the early advantage, legitimating it with hard, stiff blows. There’s nothing fancy in his offense, but it’s very effective. After a big boot almost took her head off, Vivi rolls out of the ring to recover. There’s no running from the plague. Gray follows her outside and drives her back first against the barricade, as the referee starts to count. Relentlessly, Malone is stomping the seated opponent pushing the boot on her face. Eventually, he picks her up, whipping her against the ringpost when the referee count reaches six. Remembering last week, Gray resists the urge of chopping Vivi, driving her face first on the apron instead before rolling her into the ring. He follows in, going for another pinfall but it only gets him another two count. Finally Vivi manages to build some offense, taking the big man off his feet with a dropkick. She quickly glances at the clock, who’s saying that we’re six minutes into the match. Robichaud pushes on the gas pedal and starts picking up the pace of the match. Taking Malone once again down with a Handspring Headscissors, she then hits the ropes and kicks him on the side of the head with a low dropkick. Gray is now staring at the lights, but Vivi isn’t going for the cover, not yet. The fans cheer loud for her as she climbs to the top turnbuckle, going for a diving somersault seated senton. Their scream of joy dies in their throat when Gray kicks out of it. The clock keeps ticking, getting closer to the ten minutes mark and Vivi is still in full control. Gray is able to reverse an irish whip, sending Robichaud against the ropes, getting hit with the Bow To Your Mistress, a running dropkick to the knee that set him up perfectly for the running swinging DDT she calls Hurricane Vivienne. When the bell rings, The clock stops on 10:59, putting a smile on the Voodoo Queen face. WINNER: Vivi Robichaud BY: Pinfall (Hurricane Vivienne), 10:59 |
Jared Idol: "And Vivi is the second to quailify..."
Jared Idol: "Bloody Hell.. What was that?"
Bea Torres: "Huh? What?"
Jared Idol: "The tron.. What.. Wait, are you eating?"
Bea Torres: "Huh... Hey look, it Sephy!"
Triple Threat Tables Match
Sean Libby VS Sephora Eastwick VS Jacob Figgins
After the scene she put up last week, Sephora finally has the chance to compete in her favorite situation, when rules are out of the window. And that alone seems to give her a spark that she rarely showed in Millennium before. Starting off strong with a double clothesline, she brings the fight to both opponents, hammering first one, than the other, seemingly unfazed by them fighting back. After sending Figgins with a dropkick all the way back into his corner, she turns into a kick in the midsection by Libby. Sean grabs her wrist and whips her, but Eastwick reverses it and sends him crashing against Jacob, immediately following up with a splash. With both men down, she finally rolls out of the ring and retrieves a table, sliding it back into the ring. The moment she gets back in though, she is met by a low dropkick from Sean that makes her land face first on the table. Figgins comes back into the match with a german suplex on Libby before focusing on the Belle Of The Brawl, stomping her hard. Seph is back on her feet, leaning against the ropes when Jacob clotheslines her out of the ring. Sean sneaks behind his back and rolls him up, following with a kick to the side of the head. Libbeh grabs the table and sets him up near the corner, turning his attention back to the opponent who’s now getting back to his feet. The two men brawl it out while Seph, on the outside, is setting up a couple of tables, glancing at the action back in the ring every now and then. And that’s how she spots Figgins knocking Libby down with the Moonshine Delirium, (Full Nelson into a Flatliner), and laying his motionless body on the table, climbing to the top rope. Seph jumps on the apron and pushes Jacob off the top rope to the outside, watching him crashing on the floor outside, inches away from one of the tables she set up previously. Cussing under her breath for the missed opportunity, she focus now on Sean, who moved away from the dangerous spot he found himself in, rolling off the table. Seph hits hard, but it Libby who gets the best out of the exchange when he connects with a desperation kick that catches the blonde girl right on the temple. This time, he’s the one setting the opponent on the table and going to the top rope. The Irishsault that could have given him the win finds nobody home, as Seph wisely moves away. Libby crash and burns through the table, taking himself out of the match. Figgins is back on the ring, charging at Eastwick who throws him over the top rope. The Missouri born lands on the apron, giving a concerned look at the table behind him. He tries hard to fight his way out of the dangerous spots, but Sephora’s brawling skills are second to none and she’s able to get the upper hand in this exchange, stunning him with a stiff forearm shot. A wicked smile appears on her face and the fans start roaring in anticipation when they realize what she has in mind. The only one concerned is her boyfriend, Logan MacLeod who’s sitting in the front row, watching her as she runs to the opposite side of the ring and dives between the ropes, connecting with her shoulder to Figgins’s stomach and dragging him through the table. WINNER: Sephora Eastwick BY: Table Breakage, 13:11 |
Bea Torres: "SEEEEEEPPHHHYYYYYYYY!!!!!"
Jared Idol: "I swear to God, if you don't stop..."
Bea Torres: "I can't help it! My girl Sephora won!"
Jared Idol: "Aye, she did."
Gianluigi Vaccaro is sitting behind the desk in his office, his chin resting on his hands as he leans forward, staring at the person in front of him with a perplexed look on his face. It’s Millennium’s resident oddball, the Empire Extreme Champion Saki who’s… Well, being Saki. The Champ stood holding the belt with her teeth, letting it hang to the floor (as she was pretty much that short).
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Welcome Saki. Please, have a seat.
In all response, she just tilts her head.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
… Or don’t, actually. I’m sure you heard last week that miss van Beek granted a title shot to those who stood up for her during this… war against Chuck Matthews. Well, Sean Libby has a shot at your title, next week.
Saki:
As a pawn on the chessboard, Libby gets a shiny reward?
To speak the odd woman pulls the belt from her mouth, teeth marks on the leather. Saki cocks her head to the other side curiously, almost like a bird rather than a person as she seems to give a little smile.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
That’s correct.
He says nodding his head.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I can’t say I’m a fan of this, but there’s nothing I can do about it. What I can do is allowing you to pick the stipulation you prefer. You proved to be a fighting champion, and part of the fans love the chaos and unpredictability you bring… Let’s give them what they want. Let’s give them what YOU want.
Slowly, inch by inch, Saki began to smile. The rhyming maniac chewed her lip like a giddy school girl flirting with their big crush. But it wasn’t Gianluigi that made her so happy, it was the words. Or more specifically the promise of violence. She went to talk but only managed to giggle seemingly uncontrollably. He squints, trying to decipher the sounds she’s making. Or, more likely, just trying to figure out what was going on.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Are you ok? Do you need a glass of water or something?
He asks, standing up and walking to a small cabinet near the desk, taking a glass and filling it with water from the bottle. On his laptop screen, the footage of the tables match Sephora won earlier that night is still rolling. Saki didn’t hesitate to skip over to look at the screen, curious like a cat as she was. Again she giggled.
Saki:
On my mind is not some water, but the idea of possible ...slaughter. Saki could choose anything for war? No kind of matches you would abhor?
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
As long as you don’t murder anyone…
He immediately regrets his choice of words as soon as he notices the grin on her face.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
But yeah, I think it’s time we really show what the Extreme Title is all about.
That grin, dear god that grin. It was like something out of a horror movie, her grin from ear to ear as Saki let out a little giggle. She tapped her chin and hummed to herself, bouncing on the chair before standing up and hugging her belt as her eyes lit up.
Saki:
Fun and games, tables and flames. Break and bruise, win or lose. If the choice is left to me, Saki wants TLC.
Gian ponders her words for a few moments, finally agreeing with a nod.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
So be it. TLC match for the Empire Extreme Championship. Do you mind if I add a couple of people to the party?
His eyes dart back to his screen, where Sephora is standing over Jacob Figgins after putting him through a table. Her performance must clearly have impressed the General Manager, who’s considering adding her to the title match. Saki just beamed with joy, like a kid on christmas.
Saki:
Add girls, add boys, doesn’t matter so long as Saki has her toys.
This last rhyme makes Gian chuckle. Once again, he stands up, fixing the jacket of his suit and extending his hand toward Saki.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
We have a deal then. It was a pleasure talking to you, champ.
The champ chomped on the belt again to hold it up and shook his hand...awkwardly. Both hands grabbed his one and she bounced a little, eyes wide and a little glassy with excitement. Fuel had been added to her fire once again.
Beat The Clock Challenge
Millennium Championship Qualifier
Millennium Championship Qualifier
Aurora VS D'Angelo Blackwell
The paths of Aurora and Dlo cross once again, but this time with higher stakes. The time set by Vivi at 10:59 clearly adds more pressure, especially on D’Angelo who, you gotta believe, must be still upset after losing the Civility Championship against Misha LeCavalier two days ago. Rori instead seems perfectly calm, as per usual, confident in her skills. And she immediately take the lead, applying a headlock. Dlo pushes her against the ropes and drops down. Aurora jumps over him and keeps running to the opposite side, ducking his leapfrog and hitting the ropes for a third time, walking straight into a dropkick from Blackwell. The match turns now into a technical battle, with both competitors jockeying for position. In the end, it’s Aurora asserting her bigger experience and locking his head in a front chancery. Dlo struggles trying to get out of it, figuring out what’s coming up next, but Aurora doesn’t let him go anywhere, reaching him with some knees before, eventually, dropping him on his head with a DDT. The first of what looks to be a long series. Blackwell finds a way to turn things in his favor, catching the opponent as she was going for a Tornado DDT and pushing her away. Aurora lands on her feet, but Dlo quickly catches her with a dropsault. Learning the lesson from the first exchange, he doesn’t challenge Aurora on something she already prove to be superior, focusing, instead, on strikes, dropping an elbow to her chest. Feeling now on a roll, he connects with a springboard moonsault, hooking the leg for a two count. Keeping the momentum going, he picks her up and hits a few forearms, before going for an Exploder Suplex. Aurora rolls to the corner, using the ropes to pull herself up; D’Angelo charges but the splash finds nothing but the ringpost as the Queen of The Crossroads moves out of her way and quickly rolls him up into a pinfall, only worth a two count. The fans are definitely enjoying the back and forth contest these two are putting on tonight. For every suplex Dlo performs, Aurora answers right after with one of the many DDTs in her arsenal. And if he gets close to the win with a Bridging German, she replies with a Edgar Allan Poe Special, from which, somehow, Blackwell still kicks out of. He struggles to get back on his feet though, and seems weak on his knees, dizzy after being dropped on his head oh so many times. Aurora takes full advantage of this and finishes him with a Roundhouse Kick, following up with the Ghostly Kiss DDT that allows her to qualify for the main event. The unflappable look on her face cracks for a moment when she looks at the clock, stopped at 11:17. Eighteen seconds too much for beating Vivi’s time. WINNER: Aurora BY: Pinfall (Ghostly Kiss DDT), 11:17 |
Jared Idol: "And then, there were three. One more to go."
Bea Torres: "Jenni, Vivi, Tiff, Aurora and... ugh... Jason Hawk. This is going to be a huge main event!"
Jared Idol: "Aye. But who will join them, Melissa Reeves or Christopher Kane?"
The scene opens up to the backstage area where Luna Smith is now dressed in her dark blue gear. Her hair in a very high ponytail and she has her boots freshly shined and glittered for the match up ahead. Beside her is a new, never before seen interviewer getting a chance to interview a Millennium star and a little short of breath when beside Luna. She distances herself from him but not the microphone as she takes hold of it.
Luna Smith:
Hello everyone and welcome to the Pre-Match Promo by yours truly. Star of the Night as I singlehandedly beat my fourth opponent in Millennium.
She brushes a strand of hair back of her ear and lets the fans have ample time to register her debut match as three opponents defeated.
Luna Smith:
Now, Kace has a little bit of history with my sister Emelia. CCCW, he faced her in a fatal four way match and thanks to his little breather as Emelia refers to it, he walked out with their Cup. Tonight, it's a different Smith. It's the Star of the Night and my fight is purely for a perfect title to be pushed to the moon and stars. I'm talking about locking down the Lockdown Title.
Luna uses her hand to usher away the interviewer Millennium were giving a trial run but she has no time for him.
Luna Smith:
If you did happen to watch last week, you'll be fully aware of how Kace got choked out by the champion. Oh my stars! How awful, Kace.
With a mediocre southern accent attempted but she soon settles out of it.
Luna Smith:
Last week you had your shot and blew it. I had three opponents, I don't even like to compete in matches with more than three people but yet I went through and here I stand, the true contender. While you had your shot and you didn't win it. I don't see you as much more now than a simple placeholder, holding my chip to cash in on Katie. Tonight I'll brush you alongside those 'others' I faced last week in the Luna Smith Loser's Club.
While putting an L on her forehead.
Luna Smith:
And you can look up every evening on Wednesday to see a true star shine above you as I defeat Katie Steele. Anything else?
She then turns to the interviewer who nervously holds his tongue.
Luna Smith:
No? Splendid.
She then walks her way off camera, ready for her contender match up.
Singles Match
Lockdown Championship #1 Contendership
Lockdown Championship #1 Contendership
Kace Matthews VS Luna
It took one week for Luna to earn herself a match that could potentially lead her to challenge Kate Steele for a title next week. Like the way she earned it or not, you can’t deny her plan has been successful. The last obstacle on her way is Kace Matthews, who’s out for revenge after being screwed out of his title shot last week. And revenge is a powerful fuel, as his start of the match shows. He literally jumps on The Star Of The Night, bringing her down with a Lou Thesz Press and dropping rights and lefts on her face. This ruthless aggression earns him a warning by the referee, but Kace doesn’t seem to mind, staying focused on his task of beating down Luna. The Snap Suplex-Standing Shooting Star Press combination, as beautiful to see as it can be, isn’t enough to keep Luna down. The Star of the night is quickly back up on her feet, ducking a kick from Kace and taking out his other leg, locking it in a submission move. Kace quickly reaches the ropes, but Luna didn’t let him go, exploiting fully the five count. When she finally breaks the hold, she wastes no time hitting Kace with a low dropkick and sending him outside the ring. She waits for him to stand up and leaps over the top rope with a Pescado, caught in mid air by Matthews who uses her momentum and turns it into a powerslam on the floor. Luna is down, arching her back in pain. Slowly she gets back to her feet, right when Kace climbs back to the apron and jumps back on her with a moonsault. He quickly rolls her back inside, giving her time to stand up before jumping back inside the ring with a springboard missile dropkick. Still not satisfied, he grabs her hair and picks her up, but Luna surprises him with an inside cradle, holding on the tights and trying to steal a win. Kace kicks out and immediately complains with the referee, who shrugs saying he didn’t see anything. Matthews then turns around, showing him his half naked buttcheek. Not giving him time to pull his tights down, Luna swings her right hand, hitting the referee after Kace ducks it. Luckily enough there’s not much strength behind her blow, and it doesn’t knock out the ref. But it takes his eyes off the action long enough for her to capitalize and hit a low blow as Kace turns his back on her to check on the official. Matthews is down, and Luna drags him closer to the corner, climbing on top and, not paying too much attention to the boos of the fans, connects with the Stardom, a Sparkle Splash that catapults her in the title match. WINNER: Luna BY: Pinfall (Stardom), 8:48 |
Bea Torres: "SHE CHEATED! AGAIN!"
Jared Idol: "Aye. But she's the new number one contender for the Lockdown Championship."
Bea Torres: "But... Poor Kace"
Jared Idol: "I'm sure that, somehwere, Chuck is smiling..."
Bea Torres: "Oh right... Srcew Kace, that snake!"
In the locker rooms, Christopher Kane and Melissa Reeves are sat together. Later tonight they have to face each other, a punishment for Christopher’s betrayal of her Year One. Not only that, but it’s a chance to earn a shot at the Millennium Title. All they have to do is beat the clock...and each other.
Melissa Reeves:
Remember though, this is just work. We do our thing, we go home together.
She shrugs.
Melissa Reeves:
We already know that one of us will earn that shot, and whoever gets that will go to Deep-Six and take home that gold. Right?
He nods his head as he finishes putting on his arm sleeve.
Christopher Kane:
Yeah, one of us will. The winner will be praised and the loser shall be mocked in the court of social media. ...Okay maybe not but just doesn’t feel right does it?
She scoffs.
Melissa Reeves:
Of course not. It isn’t meant to. This is designed to punish you, and me? I’m just a tool to use however our oh so glorious owner desires.
The vitriol on her face is barely hidden at that.
Melissa Reeves:
It’s all just a game and we’re pawns.
Christopher Kane:
Here’s the thing though, I hate chess. Chess is a game for pretentious assholes. I’m more a checkers guy. Simple, easy to play with no hidden plans that people carry out. You see what’s going to happen easily.
He chuckles a little bit.
Christopher Kane:
But we’re not pawns. We’re not going to be used in someone’s little game. We’ll do their match tonight and then, well, rebel.
Melissa Reeves:
Yeah...yeah, we’re going to have to do things our own way, I think.
She sighs.
Melissa Reeves:
All I ever wanted was to fight fairly and be treated respectfully. Even that’s too much to ask.
Christopher wraps his arms around Mel and kisses the back of her neck.
Christopher Kane:
Babe, if we wanted fair fights, we would’ve gone into MMA and wrestling. There’s always someone to rebel against, someone abusing power in our world. There will always be people like us who fight against the injustice so there are fair fights and respect.
He smiles.
Christopher Kane:
Grace might make us fight one another, but you know what’ll piss her off royally? We go out there tonight, put the best match on the show and show this doesn’t bother us. That we’re professionals and her attempt to get inside our heads failed.
Melissa nods.
Melissa Reeves:
What will piss her off even more is when one of us walks away with that title. That’s nothing against Jenni, but this is more important than her reign could possibly be. It’s about reminding the boss that she doesn’t get to control everything…
She closes in toward him and smiles up.
Melissa Reeves:
Especially not us.
Christopher Kane:
I’ve learned no one can control you. You, Mel, are a badass chick and I know that if you’re able to beat me tonight, you will have earned it.
Christopher looks at the clock near the door.
Christopher Kane:
Well, it’s about that time. You ready for this?
She takes a deep breath but then nods.
Melissa Reeves:
Ready as I’ll ever be. Are you?
He looks in her eyes and smiles.
Christopher Kane:
Yep. Gotta get this done, babe. And then, after, we can go ahead and enjoy the rest of the night.
With that said, the fightin’ couple exit the locker room ready to boogie in the ring.
Beat The Clock Challenge
Millennium Championship Qualifier
Millennium Championship Qualifier
Christopher Kane VS Melissa Reeves
The referee checks both competitors, a pointless routine considering that they most certainly are not out here hurting themselves tonight. Finally, he orders for the bell to ring, and Mel and Christopher meet in the middle of the ring, locking up in a clinch. Melissa quickly switches to a side headlock and pushes her boyfriend against the ropes. CK bounces back, ducking the clothesline and continues his run, hitting the ropes on the opposite side and holding on them. He smiles at Mel, who's standing still in the middle of the ring. Shrugging his shoulders, he rolls out and starts walking up the ramp. The fans seem shocked, and so is the referee who takes some time before starting to count him out. WINNER: // BY: // |
Grace van Beek appears on the stage, dressed in a sparkling red dress, surrounded, as always, by her personal security. Christopher stops in his tracks, staring at her.
Grace van Beek:
Even after all this time, you still are underestimating me, mister Kane. I am utterly disappointed.
She shakes her head.
Grace van Beek:
Two weeks ago, you betrayed me. Rest assured, that was disheartening, and never in a lifetime I could let such a crime of lese majesty going unpunished.
But part of me was intigued. You did put the principle you so naively were standing by before your career. Of course, it was not much of a gamble for you. Actually, your treachery could have very well saved your job, should mister Matthews team have won.
But you did not consider who you were playing with. A common mistake, something even the smartest man in wrestling fell short to understand, despite I have been repeating it since I started wrestling.
A pause for dramatic effect.
Grace van Beek:
I am one cut above.
I watch, I study, I learn. Something you clearly fail to do. That is why you will always be below me. That is why people cannot take you seriously.
Her words struck a chord in the young man, who charges at his boss. Obviously, the four bodyguards intercept him and start carryng him back to the ring. Grace smirks, glancing at Ryen who says something through his earpiece. The security throws the enraged Kane back in the ring, as the cage starts to lower.
Grace van Beek:
I knew you could not fight your precious girlfriend, mister Kane. Feelings have always been the downfall of men, and you are no different. This match will now be contested inside a cage, and should any of you try to hijack my show, I will personally make your life hell.
And by now, you should be aware that
I
CAN
DO
IT.
Chris yells unrepeatable words, but the cage is now completely down. He can only watch Grace as she walks away, beofre the referee rings the bell and restarts the match.
Steel Cage Beat The Clock Challenge
Millennium Championship Qualifier
Millennium Championship Qualifier
Christopher Kane VS Melissa Reeves
With the cage structure surrounding them, the two competitors found themselves trapped within. That didn't faze either, although there was some hesitation...right up until Melissa cracked Chris across the jaw. They brawled into the corner, with Kane sending his girlfriend across the ring with an Irish Whip and catching her on the rebound with a hard clothesline. From there, Christopher maintained early control, but seemed unwilling to punish Melissa as he might any other opponent. Another moment of hesitation allowed her to reverse a chestblower attempt and level him with a spike DDT. She attempted the pin, scoring a two. Not wanting to waste time, Melissa quickly pulled Christopher up and drove him into the corner, following up with a corner dropkick that blew the air from his lungs. She pulled him away from the turnbuckle and tried to pin again, but it was still only a two. Reeves pulled herself up and stepped away, into the corner. She waited as Christopher rose to his feet and then charged in - but he knew what was coming and stepped aside to avoid her Facial Deconstructor (Codebreaker) attempt. The momentum of her own charge slammed Melissa into the cage structure, the impact of which cut her forehead open. She fell backward and landed in a seated position, blood trickling down her face. Christopher looked horrified as she turned back and he tried to help her up - only to suffer an inside cradle for a near two count. Both got up quickly but a tornado DDT rocked Reeves. She scrambled to stand, but staggered to her backside and found Christopher already in position for his Omega Finale (Sliding D). As he slid in, she rolled aside, grabbing his arm. She quickly rolled him up, scoring a surprise three count. She stood and helped Christopher to his feet. The pair embraced and Reeves kissed her boyfriend as the cage began to rise away. WINNER: Melissa Reeves BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 14:22 |
Jared Idol: "And Melissa is our winner!"
Bea Torres: "I can't believe Grace had all this set up..."
Jared Idol: "Once again she proved that she's always one step ahead."
Bea Torres: "IT'S NOT FAIR!"
Jared Idol: Fair or not, the match is over. And we have the line-up for our main event. Jenni Yang and Tiffany Tompkins will be starting the match. Five minutes later, Melissa Reeves will join them. And then Aurora, Vivi, and last but not least. Jason Hawk,"
Bea Torres: "Oh my god, I'm SO EXCITED!"
The feed cuts to backstage where Millennium champion Jennifer Yang and her fiance/manager, Ho Wei Shen, are standing before the camera. Jennifer looks ever ready, dressed in her ring attire with her bright smile, her neatly braided blue hair and the Millennium title belt draped over her shoulder. Though she looks refreshed, there’s no hiding the scars on her face and hands. This is a clear look at the price paid for holding the biggest prize this company offers. A burden Jennifer willingly carries in the name of success and love for the sport. And in her brown eyes, there lies a surging confidence that can only be nurtured from months of hard work.
Jennifer Yang
Tonight, I face Jason Hawk for the first time in a singles match. The same man who attacked me with that vicious whip for no reason other than to make a statement. A statement that he has laid out since the very first day he stepped into Millennium and repeated over and over again. A warning sent to the entire world.
A pause.
Jennifer Yang
Jason Hawk will be champion, he said.
Another pause. This time, it draws a condescending smirk on Wei’s face.
Jennifer Yang
Jason Hawk deserves better, he said.
Her gaze softens but continues to hold.
Jennifer Yang
Watch out for Jason Hawk, he said.
She calmly blinks at the camera as she lets the words sink in. Meanwhile, Wei chuckles at her side.
Jennifer Yang
I would be a fool not to. Especially tonight when we are just one week away from what would be the biggest title defence in my career. Even though my match with Jason tonight is a non-titled one, it is just as important for me to be extra vigilant.
Resting her hand on the title belt, she glances at it before looking back at the camera.
Jennifer Yang
You are lucky to get this opportunity, Jason. You are lucky that Grace is kind enough to grant you, and four others, a shot at this. And I know very well that you will do everything to make the best of it. For which I’m glad. We should all keep striving to be the best. Whether the best of this company and the entire industry, or even the best version of ourselves. As a champion, I aim to keep my promise to fight for both. I don’t underestimate you, Jason. After last week against Saki, that confidence you have is good enough to carry you through. I don’t doubt that at all. I want you to bring your A-game.
By this point, Wei is grinning from ear to ear as he hears this. Jennifer’s confidence is infectious.
Jennifer Yang
But at the same time, I’ll be honest, Jason, I’m afraid too.
Wei reacts visibly, clearly thrown off. But when he looks at Jennifer, he frowns in confusion. Her cool demeanour makes her words ironic. Yet she persists.
Jennifer Yang
You are driven by the sole purpose to prove the fans wrong. You are hurting your roster mates just so you can be heard. Which means your mental state is currently unstable, unpredictable. And that makes you dangerous tonight. I’ll be hon—
Ho Wei Shen
Unpredictable is merely a nice way to say Jason Hawk is vulnerable to his own emotions, which is a very well-known form of weakness, isn’t it?
Jennifer Yang
Um, I-- I guess so...
An alarmed look flashes across Jennifer’s face as Wei cuts her off. He turns to her and gently places his hand on her shoulder with a fixed smile.
Ho Wei Shen
Definitely not an attribute you see in a true champion.
He lets out a chuckle and gives her a curt nod before facing the camera again, his hand still on her shoulder.
Ho Wei Shen
A true champion is one who takes risks to up her game yet not only takes risks for the sake of it but also does it with sure footing. She’s got a good head on her shoulders too. And an ever burning passion for the business that’s so infectious that people, young and old, would admire and follow. These, ladies and gentlemen, are the golden qualities of Jennifer Yang, your Millennium champion. Can you say the same about Jason Hawk?
He scoffs then throws Jennifer a side-eye glance. Next to him, she is silent as she keeps her chin up.
Ho Wei Shen
No, you cannot. And that is precisely why Jennifer is here and Jason isn’t. If you need more proof, watch the match tonight very closely...
His deep smirk adds finality in his tone, leaving her no room to say anything else. And with that, the scene fades out.
Singles Match
Jennifer Yang VS Jason Hawk
Yang and Hawk are already in the ring, ready to main event Millennium XX. Two months after their first encounter in the first part of the Steel Cage Scramble back at Heroes And Cons, a week before the title match at Deep-Six, the Millennium Champion and his Dying Majesty meet for the first time one one one in Cincinnati. Jennifer has a clear chip on her shoulder, the desire to avenge the brutal attack she was victim of by the hands of Jason, who stays in his corner, smirking cockily while Shen gives the last advice to her client. We will never know if that’s what he told her, or if it was just the frustration accumulated in all these weeks getting the best of her judgement, but Jennifer immediately charges at Hawk as soon as the bell rings, hitting him with a forearm. Jason founds himself in the corner defending himself from the furious attack of the Millennium Champion who’s hitting him with literally everything she has. The referee separates them when his request to Jenni to step back falls on deaf ears. Yang seems to be a bit more calm now, waiting for Hawk in the middle of the ring where the two contestants lock up. Using his power and size advantage, Hawk literally pushes her away. Jennifer rolls through, quickly back on her feet and back at him, sliding under his raised boot and grabbing his leg with both hands, pulling back and dropping him on his face, following up with a senton on the back. As soon as Jason rolls over on his back, the champion connects with a beautiful standing moonsault, obtaining a two count and the applauses of both the fans and her manager, who’s definitely appreciating how she’s keeping a fast pace, not leaving Hawk any room to try building some offense. The action is fast and furious, the champion is in great shape, motivated not only by her opponent but, knowing her and her thirst for competition, probably by the line up of her match next week as well. Extremely focused, she’s dominating the match, with Hawk struggling to build any momentum. Things turn around when, probably in an excess of confidence, she goes for the #BEHUMBLE and Hawk unceremoniously pushes her out of the ring. The Millennium Champion falls ruinously on the floor. The obviously concerned Ho Wei Shen immediately checks on her, until Jason grabs him by his jacket and throws him away, picking up Jennifer and hitting her with with a series of stiff forearms. For good measure, he drives her head first against the ring post before setting her up on the apron, her feet inside the ring and her head hanging outside. The referee yells him to get back in the ring, but Jason has something else in mind. He takes a few steps back on the apron and drops his leg across Jenni’s throat with a guillotine legdrop. The crowd boos loudly as His Dying Majesty mockingly takes a bow, before finally going back in the ring and covers the champion, who kicks out in two. Jenni is on her knees, holding her neck and coughing, when Hawk kicks her hard in the ribs. Taking his time, he climbs to the top rope and jumps, twisting in mid air and landing on the champ with a 450 splash. He attempts another pinfall, getting closer to the three count this time. But still, Yang raised her shoulder. We’re over ten minutes into the match and Jennifer somehow manages to shift the course of the match back in her favor with a Dragon Whip after Jason blocks her kick attempt. Slowly, she starts regaining control, showing off all her martial arts background with a never-ending sequence of Wei-Shun stikes. Hawk is doubled over, perfectly positioned for a Switchblade Kick. The fans are on their feet after the #LOCKDOWN, ready to explode in cheers for their beloved Millennium champion, but Jason ruins their plan raising a shoulder right before the three. Jennifer can’t believe it, and neither can Shen. Hawk is not moving but he still managed to kick out a moment ago, probably out of instinct alone. She picks him and hits with a right spinning elbow that seems to wake up Jason. There’s a brawl in the middle of the ring, and it’s the Californian who comes out on top showing, once again, that you should never count him out, especially on big matches. With a new found vigour, Jason turns the table and almost walks out with the win after an Essex Destroyer, but Jennifer kicks out at the very last moment. Hawk then climbs to the top rope, calling for the Black Clouds Over Cincinnati. On the top rope, he wastes precious time mocking the fans and Shen, giving Jennifer enough time to get on her feet and literally launching herself against the ropes with a desperation move that turns out to be extremely effective. Jason falls down on the mat and this time is Jennifer who slowly climbs to the top. With an unexpected sprint, Hawk joins her in height, where they start to trade punches, jockeying for position. Jennifer sends him down with a headbutt, but His Dying Majesty, although stunned, lands on his feet. A moment before he grabs Jenni’s legs and carries her over his shoulders in an electric chair position, walking toward the center of the ring. With a swift movement, the Millennium Champion rolls over and pins him with a victory roll, holding him down for the three count. Hawk escapes the pin one moment too late, when Jennifer is already out of the ring and out of reach. He leans on the ropes, yelling at her that next wednesday, She won’t be this lucky. Jennifer clutches on her title as she walks up the ramp, her eyes glued on what could have very well been her toughest challenge in Millennium so far. WINNER: Jennifer Yang BY: Pinfall (#YANGVICTORY), 19:22 |
Jared Idol: "Yang wins, once again!"
Bea Torres: "She did, but Jason really took her to the limit."
Jared Idol: "Aye. He proved once agin that he's one of the best in Millennium.
Bea Torres: "I did the math. Fourteen minutes of advantage. That's how much he will have on the champ coming next Thursday, and without having to break a sweat for it"
Jared Idol: "Remember, only the last pinfall or submission will matter. Thanks for joining us, ladies and gentlemen."
Bea Torres: "See Ya in Cleveland for Deep-Six guys!"
Backstage and Melissa Reeves is standing in front of the camera. Her face is still bloodied, but she seems entirely unbothered by that.
Melissa Reeves:
Sometimes I sit and I think. I wonder, I question. Am I doing things the right way? Am I respected? Will my actions lead to success further down the track? I look for advice from those I trust and I listen to the wisdom of those who have seen far further into their careers than even I. No matter what's said, no matter who says it, I circle right back to one stark fact: the answer is no.
She licks across her lips. Her voice shows emotion, though she's mostly controlling it.
Melissa Reeves:
My way only gets you so far. Fighting with honour doesn't lead to success, it leads to beatdowns and screw overs and getting fucked over by any jackass who thinks that they can just walk all over you because you're too much of a good person to make them pay. I'm sick of being surpassed by talentless hacks whose only skill is running their mouth on social media, these idiots who can dig a hole...only to fall in the damn thing and be forgotten and buried after a few months of attention. I'm sick of being the mainstay wherever I go, of being the pillar of reliability whose loyalty is taken as a given. Taken for granted.
She sneers a little, but takes a deep breath to relax.
Melissa Reeves:
More than that, though, I am sick...SICK of being a pawn in other people's games. Nathan, Sage, Chuck, Grace...you're all the fucking same. You think you can do whatever to whomever and there's no backlash. You think you hold the leashes of those in your employ. You think you're in control.
The camera closes in on her face for a moment.
Melissa Reeves:
You're not.
She shakes her head.
Melissa Reeves:
Tonight I was used to try and punish Christopher. Sure, sure, there was the chance to enter into the title match on the line, but that only added to the torment. Christopher had to beat his girlfriend to follow his dream. Why? Because our new boss is a petty jackass. A vindictive bitch who thinks her shit doesn't stink, who thinks money can buy anything and anyone. Well na uh, not me. Not again.
Melissa Reeves:
Tonight I was treated like I don't matter. Like a footnote, a lackey, a goon. I'm nobody's goon. I may not be the owner of this place, but that doesn't make me powerless. Sure, I'm not a queen, a princess, a priestess or a goddess...but do you know what I am? I AM A WARRIOR. I come here to fight. I come here to ascend and dominate. And I evolve. I learn. Oh yes. At Liberty I let myself be held back by Nathan because I felt like I should be bound by my honour. I felt like I should be respectful, let my hard work do the talking. I felt like I should quietly work away and just HOPE that fairness allowed me to thrive.
Melissa Reeves:
It doesn't.
Melissa Reeves:
I'm not that person anymore. I am evolving, adapting. This industry rewards those who are willing to do whatever they must, not those who fight for fairness. That's why I know that from now on, if I want to be noticed? I have to get myself noticed. I have to beat them all at their own game, I have to make it so I cannot be ignored... That means you, Grace. I have to make it so you can't ignore me.
The camera pans back. Reeves is standing beside Grace van Beek's black SUV, with the Millennium's security littered around at her feet. She looks down and raises up the baseball bat in her hands.
Bea Torres:
What is she doing?
Jared Idol:
She's gone mental!
Reeves spins on the spot and delivers a baseball style swing, sending the side mirror flying off out of camera shot.
Bea Torres:
Oh no...
Jared Idol:
Bloody hell!
Another swing slams down into the door panel, bending the sleek back metal. Two more blows lead up to an almighty shot into the darkened windows, punching clean through. She moves forward and cracks the windshield, before jousting the end of the bat through that too. The weapon gets stuck and Reeves growls as she tries to pull it free, eventually giving up. She walks away, over the numerous bodies, and out of camera shot.
The shot switches to the VIP lounge, where Grace van Beek herself is watching the show. She's absolutely livid!
Grace van Beek:
I want more security down there. Immediately!
Bea Torres:
The boss looks absolutely apoplectic!
Jared Idol:
No idea what that means, but she looks like she's about to burst a blood vessel.
The camera switches back and Reeves returns a few seconds later, charging in and slamming a trolley into the front of the vehicle, smashing the lights out. From the trolley she grabs out a hammer and goes to town breaking the SUV's badge off, which she takes as her prize for the attack. Before leaving, she returns to the camera, grabbing it to point it dead at her.
Melissa Reeves:
Ignore me now. Bitch.
She smirks and shoves the camera away, leaving the scene in utter chaos and carnage.