Post by gvb on Feb 8, 2022 19:28:37 GMT -6
Riot in Connecticut
Live from Webster Bank Arena in Bridgeport, CT
Sunday, February 6th, 2022
Hardcore Match
Jordan Parker-Kane VS NinaNothing better than some violence to start a Sunday Night, and these two provided that in spades. JPK walked to the ring wielding a steel pipe and tried to brain Nina with it immediately. Luckily for her, the Viper’s speed and evasion skills allowed her to dodge the initial and possibly fatal show. The pipe, swung with incredible violence, passed inches over her head as she ducked the blow and quickly delivered a solid punch to the stomach. Jordan felt it, doubling over momentarily. Nina went immediately for her Snakebite but Parker-Kane moved out of trajectory and went for another swing, this one too fast for Nina to dodge. The steel pipe collided to the side of the former intern’s head, knocking her down and drawing blood. Well aware of her history of concussions, the referee immediately went to check on her, but the Chicago native replied that she was fine. A bit wobbly on her legs perhaps, dizzy and gushing blood from the head but determined to continue. Jordan seemed amused, charging in and trying to hit her with another pipe blow, but Nina blocked his arm and fired a hard kick to the side, causing him to drop the weapon. She went to grab it but JPK wisely kicked it out of the ring and her reach. Nina then dragged him toward the corner and slammed his head against the turnbuckle. Realizing that this was a no dq match, she then ripped the protective pad from the top buckle and repeated the gesture on the exposed steel, only stopping when she saw red dripping down his face. The blood loss didn’t slow down the competitors, if anything it fired them up even more. Jordan brought in a few tools to dish out his punishment to Nina, chairs he slammed to her back and a chain he whipped her with. The Viper survived a ddt on the chair and rolled out of the ring to regroup. Jordan followed her out and ate a kick to the gut that caught him by surprise. Nina followed with an irish whip that sent Parker-Kane into the ring post. She spun him around so that his back was against the steel and fired off a knife-edge chop that Jordan ducked, causing Nina’s back hand to clash against the steel. The Viper groaned in pain, clutching her hand. Jordan took advantage and swung a kendo stick in her abdomen, doubling her over. He then hit her again, this time on the back, breaking the stick in two. He threw Nina back in the ring and slowly followed her, taking a little too long and allowing Nina to reach for the chain. She wrapped it around her fist without Jordan seeing her and when he pulled her up to his feet, clocked him with an uppercut to the chin, flooring the former MMA star. Nina moved behind him, waiting for him to get up and wrapping the chain around his neck, looking to choke him out. Jordan managed to get his hand between the neck and the chain, relieving some pressure from his trachea. That probably saved him from choking out and gave him a fulcrum to hang on as he bent forward and flipped Nina over his back, slamming her onto the canvas. Finally free from the choke, Jordan wrapped the chain around his knee and delivered the Bomaye knee strike, turning the lights out for the Chicago Native. WINNER: Jordan Parker-Kane BY: Pinfall (Bomaye), 9:55 |
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
It's a cold, freezing night in Bridgeport, Connecticut as we're in the backstage area of the Webster Bank Arena that in about four and half hours before another episode of Riot kicks off. As usual in all black since his return Marcus Ali Jr wearing a black hoodie, black Levi's jeans and the mostly black Jordan's Retro 11s Gamma Blue basketball sneakers. Holding a black duffle bag, he is seen making his way to the locker room area. He then stops in front of a door with The Bad Boyz name tagged to the door, he opens it and enters. Inside we see Khalil Washington III (sporting desert style camo uniform, black Under Armor boots, a black tactical body vest and even a holster attached to his thigh, without a loaded gun of course) already in his military style wrestling gear looking like a Nazy Seal ready for a mission. He's on the couch, on his phone. Marcus drops the duffle bag and walks up to a seated Khalil and connects with a fist bump.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Ready to go, I see.
Marcus takes a seat on the chair next to the couch.
Khalil Washington III:
I can't wait to get these hands around the neck of Alan Envy.
Marcus Ali Jr:
We all do.
Khalil Washington III:
Bro I told you, that jackass have something to do with The Light.
Marcus Ali Jr:
We already had this conversation Khalil.
Khalil Washington III:
I'm telling you bro....
Marcus Ali Jr:
Look, .....you need to focus on your match tonight. Beat him, tear him down and defeat him.
Khalil Washington III:
I'm just saying, isn't it strange every time we are close to Alan Envy, there is sign of The Light and his cult? Like for real, back in Biloxi, Mississippi, when we destroyed Alan Envy and Duke Andrews, The Light was nowhere to be found or heard of. Then again last week in Lake Charles, Louisiana, Envy showed up, stick his noise in our business and again, .....no sign of The Light. It's not coincidence bro.
Marcus smiles and shakes his head.
Khalil Washington III:
You find something funny?
Marcus Ali Jr:
Not at all Bad Boy. Just maybe you're looking at this in all the wrong places for your answer.
Khalil looks frustrated and Marcus notices that, as Khalil stands up.
Khalil Washington III:
Okay wise man, what's the answer?
This is when Marcus stands up, the make sure he keeps eye contact with Khalil and keep is emotions and growing frustration at a low. He wants Khalil to not focus on The Light, but on his challenge with Alan Envy, after all hearing all the APE talk and his back and fort with Duke Andrews on Social Media, he have to believe The Light, The Man In White and their followers is now a thing of the past and they can now focus on The Bad Boyz future.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Look, just hear me out. Back in Mississippi....
Khalil Washington III:
What about Mississippi?
Marcus Ali Jr:
Damn you forgot already.
Khalil Washington III:
I ain't forgot shit Marcus. We went guerrilla on their asses.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Exactly!!! Don't you think for one second after our terror tactics on The Light, they probably in some dark hole hiding?
Khalil Washington III:
You think we scared them off?
Marcus simply smiles, when a knock on the door is heard.
Khalil Washington III:
Who is it?
Voice of Person Who Knocked The Door:
It's delivery!
Khalil and Marcus looks at each other and they both ask each other if they were expecting delivery. Both their answers were, "No". Khalil Washington III walks over to the door and opens it. Some small skinny nerdy looking guy in a delivery business uniform holding a box.
Khalil Washington III:
We didn't order anything.
Voice of Person Who Knocked The Door:
Well it says Bad Boyz here and your door says The Bad Boyz, so I figured.....
Before the timid young guy could finish, Khalil pulls the box from him and pushes him with the other hand, he then closes the door on the kid. He turns and looks at Marcus.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Who's it from?
Khalil Washington III:
It doesn't say.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Open it!!!
Khalil opens the box and inside pulls out another colorful box.
Khalil Washington III:
It's a Jack In A Box.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Who the fuck will send us a Jack In A Box?
Khalil looks at Marcus funny.
Marcus Ali Jr:
It's not The Light bro. Anyway, start whining it up let's see what surprise awaits.
Khalil starts whining, a weird type of music begins to play and Khalil stops.
Khalil Washington III:
I got a bad feeling about this bro.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Really? Give it to me, if you are too scared to do this.
Khalil Washington III:
I'm not scared, I just got a bad feeling.
Khalil continues turning and the music goes faster and faster and boom, the opens up with a small explosion of red paint into face of Khalil Washington III. Marcus looks on a bit in shock, meanwhile what popped out of the box, is a chair, the same design as the one The Bad Boyz destroyed from The Light.
Marcus Ali Jr:
It's okay.
Khalil Washington III:
This is The Light.
He pitches the box to the wall, destroying it as Marcus holds Khalil back.
Marcus Ali Jr:
No!!! We are not doing this here. I just bought us new furniture and that 75 inch LG flat, I bought that too. You're not going to take your anger out on my money. What you are going to do is you going to clean yourself up and direct that rage, and frustration out on Alan Envy. You are going to tear him apart and pick up that win he stole from us last week on Riot. Then next week, I will take out my anger out on Duke Andrews, I am going to treat him as if he's The Light. I am going to rip him from limb to limb and there is no one that is going to stop me from doing this. When we are both done, so will be the rebirth of A......P......E!!!!
The rage oozing out of Marcus dark eyes, one could only imagine the hell that is coming or those who have crossed and embarrassed The Bad Boyz over the past few weeks and months.
Singles Match
Alan Envy VS Khalil Washington IIIAmbush! What a surprise! No, seriously, was anyone actually expecting these two to wait until they got to the ring to get their hands on each other? Khalil probably would have waited for the match to officially start, having a lot of frustration to vent, including his suspects on a potential correlation between Alan and The Light. But the Preacher wasn't going to turn the other cheek, not tonight. Him and Duke ran out of the curtains and blasted Khalil and Marcus from behind. APE was living up to their name, giving the Bad Boyz the full American Pain Experience. Their assault was relentless, the Bad Boyz didn't even have the chance to defend themseves or counter the attack, completely blindsided by the former Tag Champions. Duke performed the Andews Effect on Marcus on the ramp, Alan planted KW3 on his skull with the Envious Demise. And they weren't going to stop there, but luckily for the Bad Boyz security rushed to the scene and pulled APE away from them. WINNER: // BY: 0:00 |
The camera cuts to the backstage area and we find ourselves focused on the manager of Matt Stone, Nicole Rossi, who is holding a microphone in one hand. She’s wearing a brand new and obviously expensive dress in a deep shade of red that matches her lipstick, her blonde hair in curls framing her face, and she appears quite pleased to be the one in the spotlight. There’s a smug expression on her face as she brings the microphone up to her lips.
Nicole Rossi:
Ladies and gentlemen, there’s no better person that was available for this interview as we are going to speak with the newest tag team to grace the roster of Millenium.
There is a brief pause as Nicole makes a motion with her free hand for the tag team in question to approach closer to where she is standing to be in camera view.
Nicole Rossi:
Obviously I am talking about… Phenomenal Cosmic Power!
The introduction having been made, Nicole begins clapping her hands, as first Veronica Sawyer steps forward already dressed in her ring gear for this match. Her preferred colour combination of purple and gold, with her blonde hair pulled back up into a ponytail. Matt is quick to follow, draped in gold himself with both the MWE Intercontinental and Lockdown championships over either shoulder, partially covering up his #ShutMeUp T-shirt over his wrestling attire. They stand on either side of Nicole, Rossi just nudging Veronica back half a step so as to not block the camera’s view of her. Nicole makes sure to turn so that’s facing Matt and not Veronica.
Nicole Rossi:
How confident are you feeling tonight about picking up your first victory as a tag team in Millenium against Team Trillie?
Matt Stone:
I’d say 100% confident. Team Trillie? I can’t tell you the last time they’ve won a match together, probably because they aren’t memorable as a team. Meanwhile everyone was talking about Veronica and I after our first match, I daresay we stole the spotlight from the former champions in that match.
Nicole Rossi:
Despite such an amazing performance by yourself, as always, you were unable to walk away with the win. Do you worry there’s a weak link in the team?
As she is speaking, Nicole glances back towards Veronica with narrowed eyes, who appears to be less than amused by the way this interview is being conducted. Veronica quickly grabs hold of Nicole’s hand holding the microphone to pull it closer towards where she stands.
Veronica Sawyer:
There’s no weak link in our team, we would have won without a doubt if it hadn’t been for Bree Smith sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. Which is why it feels so very appropriate to me that we get a chance to send a message using one of her millions of siblings that all act the same. Right Matt?
Matt Stone:
I’m pretty sure they’re cousins but the point still stands. There’s a hundred thousand Smiths in the world and all the ones in wrestling seem to be related. I look forward to this chance to put another one in their place just like I’ve done with Dean and Bree in the past. We’re heading into this with a winner’s mindset and we’ll be leaving with our hands held high.
Veronica gives Nicole a smug smirk as Nicole finally gets her hand free from her grip, trying to turn her focus back to Matt once more.
Nicole Rossi:
No one has any doubts in your abilities Matt, after all, look at all you managed to accomplish in your singles career here in Millenium. Isn’t there a slight concern that perhaps tag team wrestling may not bring you the same success?
Matt Stone:
Concern? Why, how could we fail with you around?
He smirks, turning to the camera as if to give a wink before going back to the question.
Matt Stone:
The only concern I have right now is how I’m going to walk around with three titles. I’ll need another shoulder!
Veronica raises an eyebrow clearly having realized something that is not obvious to Matt as she makes a motion with one hand.
Veronica Sawyer:
Or you could wear one of the belts around your waist?
He stands there for a moment, and then shrugs.
Matt Stone:
That seems less impressive, though.
Veronica rolls her eyes briefly before she quickly shakes her head.
Veronica Sawyer:
Whatever. What I’m looking forward to the most against Team Trillie here tonight is to walk away with a victory without some stupid shenigans costing me a win yet again. I’ve been nothing short of impressive inside of the ring and it’s time that my record also reflects on all of this hard work.
Matt Stone:
I don’t think you have to worry about that, right Nicole?
Veronica and Nicole exchange a look for a moment, almost as if each woman was daring the other to be the first to speak, before finally Nicole exhales the breath she had been holding.
Nicole Rossi:
No, I guess not, luckily Matt is there for you tonight.
Veronica Sawyer:
Yes, together we are going to be the ones victorious, and it’s only the beginning of this great journey for all three of us.
Matt Stone:
Doesn’t that just sound…Phenomenal?
The two ladies exchange another look and decide they don’t want to take part in this anymore and walk off, leaving Matt to stand there looking confused.
Matt Stone:
What? Was it something I said?
Tag Team Match
Team Trillie VS PCP
As the match was about to begin, the Intercontinental and Lockdown champion seemed more concerned with arguing with a fan holding up a sign “February 9th = Matt 0 belts” than the match itself. Trinity tried to take advantage by foolishly charging across the ring. Stone flattened her with a quick clothesline and then stood over her. He reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her hair, dragging her to the corner. He threw her against the turnbuckles and unloaded on her with a combination of right jabs followed by an overhead left hook. He then scooped her up, turning her upside down and sticking her into the corner, trapping feet underneath the top turnbuckle. The Abominable Showman stepped away and smiled, looking at Thompson as she dangled upside down. Matt made the tag to Veronica and started to kick Trin in the abdomen, sooned joined by his partner. At the end of the five count, the Canadian stepped out of the ring leaving Ronnie to deal with the rookie. A dropkick from the blonde freed Thompson, causing her to fall on the canvas. Ronnie jumped in the air and landed across Thompson’s body with a standing moonsault, obtaining a near fall. With Trinity and Veronica inside the ring, the pace of the match became frantic. Both relying on their speed and agility to perform fast and acrobatic attacks, the two ladies gifted the fans with five minutes that made their eyes shine, Veronica’s Heartbreaker (sunset flip powerbomb) gave PCP another near fall, with Trinity kicking out at the last moment. Despite the close call, Thompson kept fighting, coming back with a second wind that caught Ronnie completely unprepared. A combination of kicks and punches pushed Veronica against the ropes, where Thompson went for an irish whip. Venus countered it and sent the younger opponents into the ropes instead. Millie tagged herself in as her partner hit the ropes, but Trinity continued her run toward the opponent, connecting a spanish fly. Smith finally entered the ring with a springboard shooting star press, landing perfectly on top of Veronica. Matt rushed in and saved his partner, breaking up the pin right before the three. Sawyer eventually reached her corner and allowed the Straight Shooter to get back inside the ring. Matt had the experience and strength advantage, but Millie always seemed to be one step ahead of him. And when she began working together with Trinity, things started looking even worse for the Double champion. They dropped him on his head with the Double DDT called Cosplay Disarray, almost getting the win with it. But as often happens in these cases, the slightest mistake can become the beginning of the end. A missed moonsault from Trinity was what Matt needed to reach for Veronica. She climbed to the top as Matt pulled the opponent up and hit her with an uppercut, sending her toward Sawyer. The Canadian jumped and caught Thompson with the Lovestruck, making a quick cover while Matt made sure Millie couldn’t break up the pin. WINNER: PCP BY: Pinfall (Lovestruck), 11:06 |
Singles Match
Sophie O'Brian VS Megan ColemanIn three days, they will meet again with the tag titles on the line in a triple threat match, but tonight Sophie and Meg were scheduled for singles action. The two women met in the center of the ring and locked up with a collar and elbow tie up. They jockeyed for position, neither giving up an inch until Coleman caught Sophie off guard by hitting her with a headbutt, breaking the hold and causing her to stagger backwards. The former MMA artist hooked O’Brian by the back of the head and pushed her down as she hit her with a series of european uppercuts. Megan transitioned into a Muay Thai clinch and continued to force Sophie’s head downward, this time throwing some vicious knees before finishing her off with a flying knee. Sophie fell backwards, dazed and confused from the striking game from Coleman. Megan got distracted for a moment, which could be a huge mistake against someone like Sophie. With a kick to the knee from a grounded position, O’Brian sent the opponent into the middle rope. Instead of going for an illegal choke as many would have expected, O’Brian, dragged Coleman away from the ropes and fired her on the opposite side with an irish whip. As Meg came back, Sophe lifted her by one leg and let her fall once again neck-first against the top rope. The neck and throat area became the target of Sophie’s attacks. Twisting it with cranks, straining with impact moves such as ddts and neckbreakers or using quick throat jabs to turn the tides whenever Meg seemed about to regain control, it all helped Sophie keep control, taking her closer and closer to victory. If we learned one thing about Meg in her short time in MWE is that she’s not one to give up easily. The resourceful Indiana native punched O’Brian in the ribs in an attempt to escape a side headlock, getting her to loosen the hold. Coleman lifted the tag champion and fell backwards with a belly to back suplex. Before Sophie could even get up, Meg blasted her with the Meg Kick. The superkick caught the Glorious Golden Era member right in the mush, flattening her. And just like that the tides had once again turned. Megan regained control, going back to those hard strikes that allowed her to take the lead in the opening minutes. She implemented some aerial moves to her offense, namely an impressive 450 splash she called Doom, though Sophie managed to survive it somehow. Coleman went for the Super Woman Punch but missed it as Sophie sidestepped. As Megan turned around, she was hit by a Death Of Wisdom out of nowhere, almost giving O’Brian the win. It was only a matter of moments though, just the time for Sophie to put the opponent in the Wisdom (Muta lock). With only three days to go before the title match, Meg opted for tapping out quickly and avoid any possible injury. And nobody can blame her for that. WINNER: Sophie O’Brian BY: Submission (Wisdom), 12:08 |
We then turn to a wide view of an audience shot as the entire crowd in Bridgeport is animated about what they have seen. The lights soon dim as the familiar tune of ‘Unsainted’ is what’s playing. After his stunt and what has happened to him the crowd is actually greeting this with a cheer. Before too much of a delay though, walking through the curtain is a man who recently made his return after his humiliation at the hands of Julian Savell in the former World Champion…Seth Iser.
There isn’t much of an acknowledgement from Iser to the crowd that is rarely cheering him in this instance. He’s dressed more how you’d expect of him, the three piece suit in black and purple variety but his hair no longer shows the gray, it’s a full black and it seems he’s put on a little muscle in the month in Japan with a glare etched on his face. He pauses halfway down the ramp in his walk and finally just nods his head briefly, acknowledging the rare reaction toward him before he pulls himself up by the ropes and enters the ring. And before long…he has asked for a microphone…and just stands there for a moment letting the crowd get everything in.
Seth Iser:
There’s a lot buzzing through…my mind right now. It’s going to be heavy. I might go a little bit long and if I do…well, Elsa and Vincent’ll forgive me later.
There’s a half shrug from Iser as he just lets that out, it even earns some chuckles from the crowd, another rarity but after the fact Seth brushes his hair back…nodding his head.
Seth Iser:
Back in December, the day after Christmas…second night of Below Zero, there was a major incident that happened. I was wrestling a match against Julian…intent on teaching him a lesson. Then I remember my lights being dimmed when a beer bottle cracked against the back of my head. Losing the match because of outside interference. But that’s not what people remember…no…
Iser is pacing around a little bit as he’s recounting all of this but he’s keeping his voice low. The veteran soon leans over the ropes, still more on his mind. He even rubs the back of his head where the beer bottle cracked him.
Seth Iser:
Julian ended up hiring back up…she tied me up like a pretzel and Julian decided to pour a bottle of beer down my throat…
The crowd loudly boos that incident as Iser rubs his free index finger across his throat, still remembering it.
Seth Iser:
It was public knowledge at that point I was going to Japan…but on that long flight over to Japan…I remember falling asleep on the plane about halfway through that fourteen hour flight. It was a damn nightmare. Dark clouds everywhere…in this hellish surrounding. It was a pretty decent interpretation of what hell could be. But I was wandering around in this hellscape wilderness…the dark clouds got thicker. Then a booming voice caught me by surprise…coming from those clouds…
He then eyeballs the camera sternly.
Seth Iser:
‘Did you really think you’d escape?’ that voice rang out. And I knew whose voice that actually was. Wasn’t Julian, Owen…any of my other past foes. It was my own. Not coming from me…but coming from another source. It froze me for a second there. The voice then continued… ‘The career you got…the things you’ve achieved. It wasn’t meant for you…nor does it forgive who you used to be.’
He pauses for a moment to take a deep breath, recompose himself slightly.
Seth Iser:
I didn’t go to college but it didn’t take me long to connect those dots. The reminder of that smell had triggered memories of who I once was in dream form. Before I could get a chance to respond…I woke up, eyes bugging out and probably scaring the living hell out of other people on the plane with the suddenness of how I woke. A part of me wanted to know if that was a fluke or if that was real but I didn’t want to find out on the plane that night. So let’s fast forward a little bit…checking into my hotel room.
He brushes his hair back before palming the top rope with his free hand and letting out a sigh.
Seth Iser:
I brushed into that hotel…had no media obligations so I went to catch up on sleep. I haven’t gotten a lot of it since Julian pulled what he did. The nightmare played out again. We go a little further along…right down to the point where that voice said I’m not forgiven to who I used to be. I go to finally shoot a reply back but a second voice rang out. ‘The same reasons you didn’t forgive me…are the ones Allison won’t forgive you for. And your ego was too big to realize it all in the end.’ and that wasn’t mine or what was coming from that cloud. That came from my father.
Iser pauses for a moment, letting that sit through and the crowd is listening to him intently.
Seth Iser:
I woke up again…bed drenched in sweat. And that dream haunted me for most of my trip to Japan. But I realized something about half way through the trip in my anger…in my sadness, in my absolute fatigue as that nightmare kept playing out and robbing me of sleep and sanity.
There’s concerned murmurs as Iser is letting all of this out and Seth steps away from the ropes but he keeps an eye toward the camera.
Seth Iser:
I can’t be a hypocrite and say I’ve always advocated for the right thing in my life…or career. But I have to say this. We all have demons…we all have scars. Some of them are from external situations in or beyond our control…some of them internal based on what all has happened. And sometimes it’s just a damn war with the demons to get up out of bed in the morning just to try to live when you have all of those different worries compounding your life. But there isn’t a damn soul alone in this world. We’re all more similar than different in the end. And doing whatever you have to do in order to keep going…isn’t selfish. Do right by yourself. Don’t be so hard on yourself…either even if that’s the hardest thing to do sometimes. There’s never any shame in that. And one day…a brighter tomorrow will happen.
There’s a round of applause for the message being sent by Iser as he pauses and he just nods his head calmly.
Seth Iser:
That’s what the Japan trip turned into. Not about winning matches entirely, or entertaining the people or fulfilling a commitment as a professional. It was working through all of that anger…that pain, and those demons that wanted to resurface through the opening that was just blown wide open. Got me a broken nose for a week or two but what else is new. But it was to fight for myself…fight to have that brighter tomorrow again because I didn’t want those nightmares reminding me of who I was…to become my norm. And it started to dawn on me…that in this instance…my father was at least half right. My ego got a little…out of control. I didn’t feel like I could be touched. I didn’t think…I could be hurt like that ever again. And the industry just humbled my ass.
There’s a nod of the head from Iser after he says that. That low tone is still powering through.
Seth Iser:
Trip was about to end…when I had that realization. And the nightmare went away. I still instinctively awoke randomly at first…but the black cloud…that was put on me since December twenty-sixth finally started to clear up. I still had to address myself in full but the problem was realized and begun being addressed a bit. I still had no temptation to ever drink…thank whatever deity you want to believe in, because I don’t want to put Rebecca and Allison through what my first wife had to go through, God rest her soul.
He points up for a moment briefly nodding his head and even briefly wiping a tear from his eye away before he continues his address.
Seth Iser:
But I feel like I’m a lot closer to the other side now. I needed that time to myself. But that leaves one major thing that still needs addressed…and that is to you…Julian Nelson.
There’s a gasp from the crowd as Iser’s voice gains a lot more base when he drops the name.
Seth Iser:
I did what you did to someone else nine years ago. In anger…and in fury I did that to another human because I was still poisoned by my demons in a different light. Same way you were…funny how that works.
Seth pauses before sneering toward the camera.
Seth Iser:
Oh yes…Julian unlike how I feel about that moment now…I’d be willing to bet you’re feeling awfully proud of yourself. You huffed and puffed your chest out for over a month while I was addressing my issues…trying to kick dirt over me. But the gears started spinning in your head…what was coming around to you when you saw my old mask, didn’t it? Then it really dawned when I dropped you on your head and cost you any potential chance to become Cloud Gate Champion. Real shame that was…
The crowd cheers the action as Iser just pauses for a moment as his face contorts into a frown.
Seth Iser:
You hurt me Julian. Especially when I thought I couldn’t be hurt anymore. I’ll flat out admit it. I’m a forebearer of truth. But you couldn’t do it entirely on your own. And this company…they’re getting a little tired of your brand of interference mucking up matches like your first round match or what you did with Lowri. So for starters…no, I’m not challenging you to a match, I’m telling you right now we’re due to have a second match!
The crowd cheers at that announcement as Seth’s starting to get a little more animated, his eyes getting a little wilder as he peels off his jacket and throws it onto the mat.
Seth Iser:
Oh yeah Julian Nelson, you’re going to have to deal with the consequences of doing that to ME! But as I stated Julian…this company is growing sick and tired of interference running rampant in your matches…and it’s your fault because you have this nasty damned habit of running and getting someone else to do it when the chips go down. You don’t address an issue like me or what most human beings do, you run away like a god-damn coward! You continue to REFUSE to take responsibility for YOUR actions! But you challenged me…to take my best shot at you. Be careful what you wish for…
Seth’s eyes have murderous intent as he’s laying it in now, the crowd is getting a little wilder as Iser’s finally cutting loose.
Seth Iser:
I remember riding down the roads with my mentor…Noish, God rest his soul, was telling me about a match that used to happen when he was a fan. It started going out of practice except on rare occasions in the South. And it stuck with me. Tradition will ride strong one more time…and I’m going to give the modern wrestling fan a treat they haven’t had in their lifetime probably. A type of thing to ensure there’s no running away. There’s a couple ways around it in modern terms but I’ve always been more of a fan of tradition myself.
Seth sneers toward the camera with absolute anger as he’s nodding his head.
Seth Iser:
Julian…we’re wrestling in a very special steel cage.
There’s a round of cheers as Iser drops the fact that the two are going in one of the old classics but Seth shakes his head to indicate he wasn’t done.
Seth Iser:
No…not a regular cage. It’s being specially made. It’s going to be a legitimate fifteen feet high…with barbed wire up at the very top of the steel cage. And there isn’t going to be a door in this cage either. The only way one of us wins is if there’s a pinfall, a submission, or one of us just beats the hell out of the other until the point they can’t continue anymore. It’s going to be one of the most brutal exhibitions of an old classic…one that hasn’t been seen in a long time. We’re going to bleed. We’re going to suffer. We’re going to pay a fucking price that hasn’t been seen in years!
More cheers from the audience as there’s the fact that there is going to be violence done to someone they absolutely despise. Someone they hate so much that they’re actually taking Iser’s side no less. Seth takes off his tie and throws it down before he sneers through the camera…a coldness coming through.
Seth Iser:
Julian Nelson…I’ve been through hell. I wouldn’t recommend it but it is sobering in a whole new light. I’m clear…in a way I wasn’t even beforehand. And just know…you can run on for a long time…but sooner or later, I’m going to cut you down. I was trapped with my demons and survived. You? You’re trapped with me…and that’s the worst part of it for you. I’ve survived that hell. I’ve survived doors…barbed wire, chairs, knee surgeries, drugs…alcohol, even my own ego. But what are you going to do…? You’re…trapped in this different kind of hell with me.
A sneer etched across Iser’s face that would make the average person shiver…he’s furious but it’s now tranquil fury after he let some of that out.
Seth Iser:
No amount of influence, money or bodyguards are going to get you out of this one, son. But whatever you find yourself mustering…if you bring that bodyguard or not…everyone will remember what happens and you will be hurt. Maybe for the rest of your damn life.
And then a frown coming from Iser…as he’s about to close.
Seth Iser:
Remember what I said on the twenty-sixth? Everything we’ve ever done…comes back around to us in the end. It happened to me…and in a different way, it’s going to happen to you…inside that steel hell. You…will be broken. And I doubt your bodyguard will entirely be able to pick up the pieces when I’m done.
And with that last threat, Iser drops the microphone before he goes to grab his jacket and tie he had taken off before he starts to exit the ring and head back up the ramp. He isn’t high fiving fans reaching out to support, he’s a man on a mission and that mission will have them locked in that cage together.
Singles Match
Dustin Douglas VS Neil NewmanThe two waste no time and go right after one another. They met in a tie up and despite the size disadvantage, Neil got the upper hand and put Dusty in a side headlock. The Murder Train immediately pushed him to the ropes, Newman bounced off and ducked under the big man’s clothesline, continuing his run to the opposite side of the ring. Once again he rebounded to the center where Douglas picked him and fell backwards, slamming the tag champion on the canvas with a samoan drop. Quickly up to his feet, the Big Nasty began stomping on the right shoulder of Neil, one kick after another. He then picked him up and sent him flying to the corner. Douglas charged at full speed with a splash, colliding chest first against the empty corner as Newman moved out of the way. The champ tried to lift him for a German suplex but the Murder Train clung on the ropes with both hands, frustrating the attempt. Whipping his head back, Dusty sent the opponent stumbling back a few steps, allowing him to spin around and flatten him with a discus elbow. The two clearly studied their opponent and when the Pride of Oklahoma jumped in the air to land an elbow drop, Newman saw it coming and rolled to safety. Neil used the ropes to pick himself up, lowering them as Douglas charged, sending the big man flying on the floor outside. Venturing outside the ring didn’t work as well as Neil expected. Douglas rammed him into the barricade and suplexed him on the concrete floor before giving a display of his incredible strength by lifting him over his head in a gorilla press position and tossing him over the top rope and back inside the ring. Before he could pick himself up, Douglas charged at him and squashed him under his weight with a running senton, obtaining another near fall. Douglas picked him up once again and set him up for the King Kai Bomb. Neil fought back desperately to block the running buckle bomb attempt, punching at Douglas’ head hoping that’d stop the Murder Train. Luckily for him it worked and Dustin was forced to let him go before he could launch him against the corner. Instead, he ended up head first onto the turnbuckle as Neil pulled him into it. For the second time the tag champion quickly moved behind the big man’s back and locked him in a waistlock, this time successfully performing the German suplex. Newman wasted no time and as soon as Dustin got up, he put him in the EGV (standing arm triangle choke). Trying to choke out the big man could seem a good idea, but the Murder Train still had plenty of fight left in him and ran into the corner, squashing Newman and breaking the submission. With a powerful irish whip, he sent Neil in the opposite corner. Upon impact the GGE member stumbled back toward the Big Nasty, right into a ring-rattling spinebuster. Showing a fine technique on top of the brutal power, Dusty then applied his patented King Kai Clutch (Anaconda Vise) to obtain the win. WINNER: Dustin Douglas BY: Submission (King Kai Clutch), 14:08 |
Donovan Keane:
I don't know doc, I was doing my usual warm-up when I heard this sharp pain... I think I pullled a muscle or something. Can you just... I don't know, use that magic tape?
Sitting in the medical area, Donovan Keane is getting his leg examined by the doctor.
Donovan Keane:
I got this big match tonight, a shot at the IC title on the line.. I need this match, I need the win.
A sigh can be heard before the doc speaks up.
Doctor:
I wish the tape was "magic"... We can say it does miracles, if you will... But you have to know how to apply it. And I can't assess the level of your injury without further tests. I'm afraid but I can't clear him to compete tonight.
He says, addressing the Riot General Manager who's watching from a few steps away.
Donovan Keane:
FUCK! My usual shit luck...
Donovan bellows, visibly upset. He grabs a piece of paper and crumples it in his feet, throwing him against the wall, missing Moretti by mere inches.
Vincent Moretti:
Sorry, son. You'll have other opportunities like this in the future.
Donovan Keane:
Really? Are we having another Episode 100 in a week? Or by "in the future" you mean Riot 100? When's that going to be? In two fucking years? Still better than waiting for Millennium Two-Centum, or however the romans say 200...
Moretti sighs, understanding the young man's frustration.
Vincent Moretti:
I know how you feel. But you heard the doctor...
Donnie slams his fist on the bed, glancing up at Moretti.
Donovan Keane:
I should apologize, it's not your fault. I shouldn't let out on you.
Vincent Moretti:
Like I said, it's understandable. There's nothing we can do, unfortunately. I shoud tell Tiff, Clyde and Karen that the match is now a triple threat.
Vince turns around and heads to the door.
Donovan Keane:
Wait...
Moretti sighs, expecting Donnie to tell him he'd sign any waiver to compete. Not that Moretti will ever allow that.
Donovan Keane:
Can't you just give my spot to Leia? We both know her loss last Wednesday was a fluke.
Moretti seems surprised by the request, turning around to address Donnie.
Vincent Moretti:
I don't know about a fluke, but... That's not a bad idea. Fine, the match will still be a four way, Leia will take your spot.
Donovan Keane:
Smart choice. You won't regret it, Vincent.
Vincent cracks a smile, turning back and heading to the door once more.
Vincent Moretti:
Get that leg checked out. Hopefully it's nothing serious and we'll see you in a ring again soon.
Donovan Keane:
You can bet on it.
The smile on Donnie's face turns into a grimace of pain as the doctor touches his leg. The camera fades, taking us ringside for the main event.
Four Way Match
Intercontinental Championship #1 Contender Match
Intercontinental Championship #1 Contender Match
Karen Eldon VS Clyde Eldon Jr. VS Tiff VS Leia LeBeau
Amy Maynard: “Main event with surprise tonight, Figgles. Due to a hopefully light injury suffered in the warm-up earlier tonight, Donovan Keane had to pull out of the match. His girlfriend, the former Junior Heavyweight champion Leia LeBeau will be replacing him.” Sir Figgles: “This match just got 100 times more interesting, Amy. And not only because Leia is immeasurably easier on the eyes than her lame boyfriend but also because, unlike him, she’s actually talented.” Amy Maynard: “Look, this is the only thing I’m going to say on the topic but I can assure you that a lot of women would confirm that Donovan is a handsome young man. Him and Leia make a beautiful couple, and you’re just jealous…” Sir Figgles: “Poor bastard.” Amy Maynard: “What?” Sir Figgles: “Keelan Jayce, Henri Black… We all know what happens to your crushes. Actually, we don’t. They just mysteriously disappear. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were secretly crushing on James Edwards too.” Amy Maynard: “I genuinely hate you.” Karen was the only one protesting about Leia’s presence, demanding that she’d be removed from the match instantly. Obviously that didn’t happen and the match started with Tiffany and Clyde exchanging a knowing nod before splitting up the opponents. The former Cloud Gate champion attacked the woman who, after Faith and Olly, has been the greatest thorn on her side for the past year while Clyde charged at LeBeau, pushing her into the corner and throwing wild right hands at her. It wasn’t long before they got rid of the respective opponents: Tiffany sent Karen through the ropes with a dropkick while Clyde unceremoniously pushed Leia outside with a clothesline. The two friends then met in the center of the ring, smiling at each other and exchanging a quick handshake before locking up. Using his strength, Clyde pushed Rollins in the corner but let her go immediately after the ref asked for the clean break. A second collar and elbow tie up saw Tiffany quickly shifting to a side headlock. Clyde pushed her away, sending her into the ropes. Leia quickly climbed on the apron as she saw Tiffany running in her direction and kicked the Five Foot Murder Machine on the head with a high kick. She then jumped back in the ring with a springboard crossbody, pinning Clyde to the mat. Karen grabbed Leia by the foot and yanked her out of the ring, causing the Show to land on her face on the outside. Amy Maynard: “Leia’s presence in this match clearly shuffled the deck for the other competitors. They prepared for this match thinking they’d face Donnie and they find themselves dealing with Leia and her completely different style.” Sir Figgles: “You’re talking about preparation, what about Leia? She found out she’d be completing like ten minutes ago.” Amy Maynard: “Point taken.” Drama, of course. Karen started yelling at her own son, claiming that she just saved, and I quote, “his ungrateful ass”. Let’s not point out that by saving him she actually saved herself, she would just ignore the point anyway. She just kept yelling abuses at her own son, blaming him for the loss of the titles, crying about how tired she was of his and Erika’s shit. All that before smacking him across the face with a resounding slap. Clyde seemed paralyzed, clenching his fists in rage but unable to move. Until Karen charged for her Can I Speak To Your Manager? running knee strike, dodged by CEJ who then applied a full nelson on his mother and slammed her violently on the canvas. The fans erupted in cheers as Clyde made the cover, but Karen kicked out in two. She looked at him in shock, opening her mouth to start yet another tirade. Luckily for everyone, Tiffany shut her up with a Death Kick. Leia went back in the ring and shoved Tiff into Clyde, their heads colliding with a thud as both of them stumbled back. CEJ into the corner where he could regroup, Rollins right into a bridging German Suplex from LeBeau. Eldon Jr. recovered in time to save his friend. Sir Figgles: “Poor Karen, her own kids…” Amy Maynard: “Don’t even start trying to justify her.” Leia was dominating this part of the match, her long legs delivering hard kicks to every opponent that showed up in front of her. Crane kick to Clyde, Show Kicks to Tiff and a back kick to the stomach to Karen who was trying to blindside her. As the former tag champion folded in two after the kick to the gut, Leia hit the ropes and slammed her face on the canvas with the Seattle Slutdrop. The Sin City Girl hooked the leg but Karen kicked out in two. As Leia stood up, Clyde broke her in half with his For You, Dad spear, but the Showgirl, showing great ring awareness, rolled under the bottom rope, resting on the apron. It was once again between Tiff and Clyde, this time the former Cloud Gate champion came out on top planting the young man on his head with the swinging ddt. Before Tiffany could make the cover, Karen returned the courtesy from earlier in the night and flattened her with a superkick. She then made the cover on her son, but he survived the pinning predicament. Amy Maynard: “Thank God he kicked out. He would have never heard the end of it if Karen won the match by pinning her own son, and neither would we.” Karen had her five minutes to shine where she had her son on the ropes. Clyde was doing his best to defend himself from his mother’s attack but the only time he seemed close to turning the tables, she raked his eyes and regained control. Eldon launched her blind son shoulder first into the ring post before rolling him up with a schoolboy pin, broken up by Leia. The two women started trading punches in the middle of the ring. As the exchange continued to grow in intensity, Tiff cut it short with a double clothesline that knocked both down. She kicked Karen under the bottom rope and focused on Leia, blasting her with the Peacemaker. Andreas Lasiewicz’ patented leaping high knee caused Leia to stumble all the way back into the ropes, from which she bounced off with a running big boot. Leia was about to make the cover when another For You Dad spear stopped her in her tracks. This time Clyde was able to pin her to the mat but here came Karen, throwing her son out of the ring and making the cover on the Showgirl under a rain of boos from the fans. Sir Figgles: “Now, this is what I call poetic justice! Karen is going to Centum, and she’s going there by stealing the win from her own blood, just like he stole HISTORY from her when he ended her record reign out of petty jealousy.” Amy Maynard: “Not so fast! Leia kicked out!” Leia needed another break after barely surviving the spear. Clyde was still out and that left Tiff alone with Karen. The former tag champion tried to get under Rollins’ skin with some trash talk but the Little Hoss didn’t seem affected by her harsh words. Karen slapped her across the face and went for her finisher but she ran right into a bicycle kick from the record holder for the longest reign in MWE history. Tiff let Karen get to her knees and began to fire off those shoot kicks to her chest, her classic set up for the Death Kick. Amy Maynard: “Wait, is that Donovan Keane? He doesn’t seem injured…” Sir Figgles: “IT’S A MIRACLE!” Donnie rushed to the ring and entered under the bottom rope just as Tiff was about to Death Kick Karen. “I’m sorry… “ He apologized before super kicking Tiffany into tomorrow. He had one in store for Karen as well, flooring the woman as well. Clyde entered the ring and speared Donnie, shouting insults at him for ruining the match. Behind him, Leia entered the ring and tapped him on the shoulder. As he turned around, she did a split before punching him right there. Clyde groaned in pain, bringing his hands to his jewels as he doubled over. Leia whipped him in the corner and kicked his face in with the Jet City Jive, picking up a controversial win. WINNER: Leia LeBeau BY: Pinfall (Jet City Jive), 18:44 |