Riot In Indiana

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Post by gvb on Mar 20, 2022 15:53:15 GMT -6

Riot in Indiana
Live from Allen County War Memorial Coliseum in Fort Wayne, IN
Sunday, March 13th, 2022

Backstage opening the show we find Millie Smith wearing a Trinity t-shirt and hanging around the backstage area. The audio is muted at first before Luna Smith's voice gradually builds from mute to her usual volume.

Luna Smith:
So you can't lose against Nine. You just can't. Imagine how badly that'll look on me. I'm very much counting down the days until I emerge as the most gorgeous Riot Champion who ever graced that title. So you better prove yourself, Millie.

Millie shows she's a little nervous. Before the camera does a complete 180 rotation to see Luna Smith looking like an absolute gem in stunning ring gear while behind her we have Dean Smith just eating a small finger sandwich, yet to dress to compete.

Dean Smith:
She'll handle it. Millie's working more than us. She's dual taught, a Millennium Academy graduate. You got this, Mils.

Dean gives her a simple nod which makes her lip curl and her strained hold of her hoody strings ease.

Millie Smith:
Thanks.

Luna Smith:
Yeah-yeah-yeah. So that means you need to take care of Hearst. I want to go out and hear commentary say how successful my family have been, before I get my big moment. Pinning Abby Blake.

Luna scoffs as if she's got a bad taste in her mouth.

Luna Smith:
As last Riot was... Ugh something we forget about. She had her little moment, now she's going to see what happens when there's no element of surprise. Millie wins. Dean wins. Luna obviously wins.

She says while pointing at each of her siblings.

Dean Smith:
That's what I'm hoping for too. I've got the biggest opponent though. I've faced him before, this time yes I want to pull a win back. Though given his history, that could put me in the title scene Luna.

Luna looks Dean's way with a slight pause.

Luna Smith:
Don't even joke about that. We're family and we don't face each other. Millennium wouldn't dare do that.

Then a loud pop sound is heard as Bree Smith can be seen behind Luna. Dressed in her Bree Jersey with Millennium colours. Millennium's logo on the front and Breebarian on the back. Of course Bree's carrying her Lockdown Championship with her.

Bree Smith:
Sup, Family. Why we all huddled here?

Luna Smith:
I'm coordinating over the matches tonight, Bree.

Bree Smith:
Right. Right. I'm sure Millie's got Nine's "number". Dean's gonna make it "hearst" when he lands his finisher on Devin. And you're going to-

Luna Smith:
Do not make a pun involving me. Just don't.

Luna puts a finger up to her sister while Millie clearly appreciated it in the background.

Bree Smith:
Fine. You'll...."Blake" Abby's run here.

Luna groans as Bree landed the hat trick.

Dean Smith:
Then it's Dark Web. That's where it'll

Bree Smith:
"bree"

Dean Smith:
the big time. You don't need to remind any of us that it's about gaining momentum. Staying alert in Bree's case. Just relax and let's each do what we do best.

Luna Smith:
Fine. Just don't show me up. I want to walk out and

Bree Smith:
"bree"

Luna groans again. She gives Bree the stop that look.

Luna Smith:
Be the third member of the family who wins it here in... whatever this place is called again.

At which point Luna walks off in search of her body guard leaving Bree and Dean and Millie behind. They talk about Bree's jersey and she explains it's new merch as the scene slowly fades out.

Singles Match

Millie Smith VS Nine van der Hoek

No surprises here, the fans were completely behind the former Academy student. The support of the fans gave Millie the courage and confidence she needed to take on the woman who recently beat her cousin Luna, throwing Nine into the ropes with an irish whip and flooring her with a leg lariat.
Using her speed and agility Smith created difficulties to the New Problem, With a headscissors takedown followed by a shining wizard and a springboard moonsault, Millie came this close to an upset win.
Things drastically changed when the Dutch managed to slow the opponent with a drop-toe-hold takedown into a STF. The submission was locked in tightly, the ropes too far away and the Frisian Demon had full control, not leaving Millie much room to try and wiggle out of it. Smith’s best chance to escape was to roll over so that Nine’s shoulders were pinned into the canvas, forcing her to release the hold in order to kick out.
Van der Hoek locked in another submission, her infamous joint manipulation armbar. It was heartbreaking to hear Millie’s cry of pain when Nine bent her fingers in a way they were not supposed to bend, letting go of the hold only to ruthlessly stomp on the young woman’s hand.
Hitting Nine with a right punch to the jaw hurt Millie’s hand, but it also rocked Nine, sending her stumbling back into the corner. Millie followed with a running knee to the face and quickly climbed to the top rope, jumping on the opponent with a sparkle splash. The Frisian Demon had it scouted and she lifted her knees, setting the young opponent up for a painful landing.
In the final moments of the contest, Nine raised the level of her performance, implementing stiff strikes to the always dangerous submissions. The end for Millie came with the Seventh NIghtmare (somersault cutter into crossface) for a quick tap out.

WINNER: Nine van der Hoek
BY: Submission (Seventh Nightmare), 9:06

In a deja-vu from Nine's match against Betsy Gallagher from a couple of weeks ago, Nine refused to let go of Millie even if the match was over. Shortly after, the cultists emerged from different spots of the Arena, climbing the barricades and converging to the ring, forming a circle around it. Millie screamed in pain, tapping her hand on the mat furiously hoping that this would grant him mercy from the Frisian Demon. But the Dutch had no intention of letting her go.

Sir Figgles: "We saw this movie before. It's not looking good for Millie..."

All of a sudden one of the masked individuals stepped out of the circles and entered the ring... TO SUPERKICK NINE?

Amy Maynard: "What is happening?"

As the rogue cultist pulled down the hoodie, a very distinctive red mane caught everyone's eyes, giving a first hint on who they may be. Moments later every doubt vanished as she removed the mask, revealing herself as...

Amy Maynard: "Trinity Thompson?"

Sir Figgles: "What the hell?"

Trinity helped her partner to get back up. Erin Paige and a couple of masked cultists pulled their leader out of harm's way, two of them stormed inside the ring but got quickly put down by Trinity with a superkick each. Before the next wave came, Thompson and Smith took advantage of the chaos among the cultists' ranks to flee the ring and disappear through the cheering fans. The camera focused on Nine. Her eyes were locked on the point of the crowd where Trinity disappeared in. She must have been furious at the young girl sneaking into her followers and spoiling her plans. But despite the fire burning inside her, she kept an extremely cool and calm demeanor, which only added to the disturbing and ominous picture we were left with, before the camera cut away.

We find ourselves backstage, the floor vibrating from the excitement out in the ring and the thunderous noise of the audience. That noise that travels and echoes through the halls, over busy stage hands and panicking television produces, tastes just like a fine wine to the man we find in this dressing room, Devin Hearst. The “Big Boss” himself sits among a room far larger than he would ever need and decorated lavishly, like a king was arriving to take in some casual professional wrestling … but here Hearst sits alone. No Andrew Wilkow or the ghosts of Sandstorms past, nor easily retconned people who will not be named or mentioned. Hearst sits on a luxurious leather chair, but despite all of the quality in the world, he doesn’t appear comfortable. Infact, he leans forward and presses his lips into the tips of his fingers, heavy in contemplation. Even as a few words slip from him, Hearst doesn’t break from his near-trance.

Devin Hearst:
I knew eventually on this comeback tour, I would have to have a match I wouldn’t look forward to. It’s inevitable. I just didn’t think one of those matches were going to come my way so early, but here we are. Dean … Smith. Been a minute, hasn’t it? Now don’t get it twisted, when I say I wasn’t looking forward to this match, it’s not because of you as a performer. I know why they call you “Hook Shot” quite well. You got dynamite hiding in your knuckles, kid. You and I are going to beat each other senseless and for that, I can’t wait, but man … I just don’t feel good about taking your momentum away. You’re a good dude and I know you’re just getting your groove back, but let’s be real, right? Potential and momentum only matter when you’re heading for bigger things. I need that momentum more than you do, Dean. I need my spot back. I need what I built.

A flare of his nostril and a quick, rigid nod gives us a view of the burning rage always hiding behind the swagger and grin of the “Florida Shuffle”. The psyche-up of an execution ready to drop the sword on a man’s neck. This is a place Hearst is most comfortable. This is the rock on which he’s built his house.

Devin Hearst:
I’m going to use tonight to give you something back, Dean. Two things, really. I’m in this headspace to give back to the young kids in the game. So I’m going to show you your limits. I want to hold a mirror right up to every crack in your game, and I want you to look me in the eye when the reality that nothing you can do, none of your strengths or aces up your sleeves, are going to win you this match. I want to see your breaking point so you can figure out how to fix it and grow stronger. I can’t teach you a proper hold or history of the game, but I can show you that there’s a huge divide between people that grow up wanting to be professional wrestlers, and people who hurt other people because it was what they were meant to do. I’ve been a professional a hell of a lot longer than I’ve been a wrestler, you dig? That’s my true lesson for you; cut-throat business. Succeeding at the cost of everything and everyone.

Hearst slowly lurches up to his feet, tongue flicking about in his mouth behind clenched teeth. Taking in a deep breath, Hearst exhales the fury for just a moment long enough to spike his glare into the camera.

Devin Hearst:
I know you’ll get back on your feet, Dean. You’ve done it before, but tonight? Tonight I take everything away to fuel my addiction.

Singles Match

Dean Smith VS Devin Hearst

The anticipation was quite high for this match. Dean Smith had just started getting some momentum and obtaining some convincing wins; Hearst made his intentions to regain the throne pretty clear but, unlike his most recent stint, he had started walking a righteous path, which earned him a growing batch of fans. The excitement was palpable, and seeing the two men colliding in the middle of the ring with an exchange of stiff rights was exactly what the fans expected and hoped to see.
Hearst’s style was more rough and brutal, though he kept it within the rules without slipping into using closed fists. He quickly got the advantage thanks to it, but soon Dean’s boxing background came into play. He ducked Hearst’s right hook and caught him with a quick left/right combination to the ribs. He then followed up with four back to back uppercuts before slamming the Big Boss into the canvas with a Rock Bottom.
Smith tried to keep the momentum going but a knee strike into the stomach put an abrupt end to his momentum. The Seven Headed Beast fired a few chops to Dean’s chest before sending him into the opposite side of the ring with an Irish Whip. The former Invictus champion bounced off into a kick to the gut. Devin took him up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position and slammed him on the floor with The Comedown (samoan driver) obtaining a count of two.
Both competitors really wanted this win, putting on a great fight that kept the fans on the edge of their seats. Dean’s fireman’s carry into a double-knee gutbuster was almost enough to put the founder of Sandstorm down for the three, but Hearst somehow got his shoulder up in time.
Always the ribs. That gutbuster left the former World champion in pain, seeking refuge in the corner. Smith wasn’t giving him time to lick his wounds and recover, coming in with a head of steam for a big time clothesline. Hearst anticipated him with an elbow to the face that made Dean stumble back and followed with a clothesline of his own, turning him inside out.
Credit where it’s due, Dean gave the former World champion a run for his money, blocking the Sunset Rider pedigree and sending him flying over his head with a back body drop, almost beheading him with a running big boot right after. But eventually he as well was put down by the Seven Headed Beast with the Night Rider.

WINNER: Devin Hearst
BY: Pinfall (Night Rider), 9:57

Sir Figgles: "Did I just say The King Is Back?"

Amy Maynard: "Yep, two weeks ago."

Sir Figgles: "Well, I guess it's time for a reminder then. THE KING IS BACK BABY!"

Amy Maynard: "Sigh... Although it's undeniable that Hearst has been on a roll since his return. And he's determined to claim back his throne. What do you think about this unexpected and surprising support the fans are showing him?"

Sir Figges: "It's about time these fans acknowledge GREATNESS."

We quickly shoot backstage where we see MWE Intercontinental Matt Stone and his tag team partner, Veronica Sawyer, having a discussion in the hallway as they wait for their match later on tonight.

Matt Stone:
I just wish you two would get along better. Apparently she doesn’t want to come to the arena now if we’re tagging. All because of what you did the last time.

Veronica Sawyer:
Oh so the entire thing is MY fault?

Veronica opens her eyes wide in shock as she places both of her hands against her chest.

Veronica Sawyer:
It was an accident, maybe she’s being a little bit too sensitive if you ask me, and we don’t need that kind of distraction before our matches.

Matt Stone:
I’m not putting the blame on anyone, far be it for me to want to get in the middle of other people’s disagreements, I’m just relaying what I’ve been told.

He protests, seeing her get in her aggressive stance.

Matt Stone:
As far as I’m concerned, I just want to win out there tonight and get one step closer to becoming a two time double champion. The best way for that to happen is if we work together as a team and if one of those teammates is focused more on themselves, then maybe we would be better off without that teammate around right now. Just my two cents, though.

Veronica is now placing her hands on her hips as she raises one eyebrow.

Veronica Sawyer:
Are you doubting my commitment to our team? Especially after my victory at the last Riot show? I think I made it pretty clear that both members of PCP are a dominant force who will be getting their hands on the tag team titles, sooner rather than later.

Matt Stone:
Of course I’m not. I know you’re committed to the team and your win on the last Riot was certainly impressive, even though I like to think I knew you had it in you the entire time. With your lineage it shouldn’t have even been a question. But we needn’t focus on who’s not here, we should be prepared for who we’re facing tonight.

Veronica Sawyer:
I’m more than prepared for Nightfall Rising. I can’t tell you how great it’s going to be for me to have the bragging rights of beating both Leia and her little boyfriend here tonight.

There’s a small smirk on Veronica’s face as she pushes back some of her blonde hair, putting her other hand on Matt’s shoulder.

Veronica Sawyer:
And soon enough we’ll stop going around this merry-go-round of dealing with the same people all connected to each other and actually move towards our goal of getting more gold. I’m sure that by this time Nicole will have gotten over her feelings of being jealous of me.

Matt Stone:
That’d be nice, getting a little dizzy here going ‘round and around. I suppose this is them just trying to throw Leia a bone so she can have just a taste of satisfaction after she fell short of winning my title, fell short of beating us as a team and fell short of beating you. If I didn’t know better I’d think she just enjoyed falling. But she shouldn’t be anywhere around tonight, she can watch from home like other people and see Keane and Gallagher get the same treatment as everyone else that PCP has encountered.

Matt flexes his free arm to show dominance even though there wasn’t really anyone to flex for at this point other than the camera. He adjusts the title around his waist and continues.

Matt Stone:
And soon enough, we’ll get what we want from this division and rule with an iron fist.

Veronica Sawyer:
Yes the tag team division is getting a little bit stale for my liking, there’s only so much we can hear from Karen when she tries to stir the pot, she’s old news. Emphasis on the old and we’re something fresh and new. Talent like no other that will bring forth a new and better era.

Matt watches Veronica start to stand on her soap box and can’t help but smile.

Matt Stone:
I think you were meant to start that speech with ‘I have a dream’ or something equally as iconic. But I get the picture, we’re the next thing here in Millenium and the sooner we get a chance to be the current thing, the better. We don’t need handouts, we just need the recognition that we deserve.

Veronica Sawyer:
Let’s start by beating these two idiots here tonight.

Matt Stone:
And then you can buy dinner tonight!

Veronica once again raises an eyebrow before she quickly shakes her head.

Veronica Sawyer:
Fine, I guess that’s fair.

Matt appears to be pleased with this as he does a little fist bump in celebration before they walk off together further down the hall to finish getting ready for their match.

Tag Team Match

PCP VS Nightfall Rising

Two hungry teams looking to climb the ranks of the tag division, especially Nightfall Rising who, as Jay pointed out, hadn’t teamed much in recent times. The boys focused on Veronica, picking her out as the weak link of the team and isolating her in their half of the ring. One of their trademark moves, the running single leg dropkick/bulldog combo forced Matt to rush in the ring and break up the pin.
Weak link? Not quite… After a difficult start of the match, Ronnie created an opening with a codebreaker. Matt stretched his hand asking for a tag but she ignored him, wanting to prove herself. With a springboard back elbow she knocked Donnie down and made the cover, not before landing on top of him with a cartwheel moonsault. Keane raised his shoulder in time.
Matt and Jay were now in the ring after a double tag. Gallagher tried to use his speed to his advantage but Matt caught him as he bounced off the ropes with a flapjack, dropping him neck first onto the top rope. As Jay stumbled to the middle of the ring, holding his throat in pain, Stone moved behind him and put him in a sleeper hold. Jay tried to wiggle free, but before he could find a way out of it, the IC champion lifted him for a sleeper suplex.
There had never been any doubt on the Canadian duo’s skill, their chemistry had been proved already in their previous matches against some of the top teams in the company. Working together, they knocked Jay down with a double dropkick. Sawyer then climbed the turnbuckle and jumped on him with a shooting star press while Matt knocked Donovan off the turnbuckle with a forearm strike, but Gallagher still managed to kick out in two.
Donnie came in after a hot tag and hit Matt with a flurry of kicks, ending the sequence with a back kick to the gut that doubled him over and a scissors kick to the back of the neck to floor the IC champion and score a near fall.
With Jay too exhausted to help and Veronica licking her wounds on the floor after getting hit by a superkick from Donnie, Keane and Stone were left alone to sort this out. Matt’s experience was giving him the upper hand but the not-so-unexpected appearance of Donnie’s girl, Leia LeBeau distracted the IC champion right when he was about to hit the C-c-c-c Combo Breaker. This gave Donnie the opening to shift behind his back and connect the Keane-Plex (bridging german suplex) for the win.

WINNER: Nightfall Rising
BY: Pinfall (Keane-Plex), 11:16

Amy Maynard: "Big win for Nightfall Rising, though they got a big help from Leia there."

Sir Figgles: "Looks like The Show Must Go On for Matt!"

Amy Maynard: "That was terrible..."

Sir Figgles: "You're one to talk, I still cringe every time I think at your humor attempts. People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw... STONE, Amy."

Amy Maynard: "I quit."

Sir Figgles: "Mission accomplished!"

It is dark back near the ready area. A few moments of waiting and “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter enters into the view from stage right. The Assassin is dressed from head to toe in black, including his black wrestling gear from boots, to trunks, knee pads, and elbow pads. Sutter also sports a black trenchcoat and he has his MWE MENTV Championship title belt wrapped around his waist. A cold sinister grin is forming upon his face as he stares into the camera and begins to speak.

Clyde Sutter:
A lot can be said about opportunities. Making your professional debut on MWE Millennium or Riot? That is an opportunity to make a name for yourself. Fighting a champion such as Alex Andrews for her Riot Championship is an opportunity. Fighting Brookford the World Championship, well that’s the biggest opportunity you could ever ask for. But this…

Sutter pats the title belt that is wrapped around his waist.

Clyde Sutter:
This is not your opportunity. I am not your opportunity. I am your reckoning! I am your penance!

Sutter laughs nastily.

Clyde Sutter:
Nina, little miss Nina, where have you been lately? As far as I can tell you have either been missing in action or getting beaten by low level competition. Yet here you are on the precipice of facing The Assassin. You may have the false notion of opportunity before you, opportunity to become the MENTV Champion. But do not mistake this opportunity for what it really and truly is…

He points a finger into the camera.

Clyde Sutter:
...it is your day of reckoning, Nina. Each and every worthless human scrap on this roster has their appointed time when they will meet their maker, when they will meet The Assassin face to face, and on that day they will be put into the ground. Your appointed day of reckoning has arrived, Nina. Your time has run out and I will show absolutely no mercy. Tick, tock…tick, tock…

Sutter turns and walks off.

MENTV Championship Match

Clyde Sutter © VS Nina

Second defense for the Assassin against the current Liberty Pro Anarchy champion Nina. Clyde started off with the usual aggressiveness, which played right in Nina’s hand. The Viper in fact relied on her speed and elusiveness to duck under the champ’s strike and surprise him with a fireman’s carry takedown followed by a quick elbow drop to the sternum.
Her plan was to target Sutter’s leg, preparing her way to the Leg Constrictor. To do so, she applied a figure four leglock but Clyde quickly reached for the ropes, forcing the break.
A terrific headbutt interrupted Nina’s momentum, causing her to stumble back visibly dazed. Clyde knocked her down with a lariat and immediately taunted her to get back up and, when she did, went for a second one. The same thing happened for a third time, and Nina once again got to her feet rather quickly. In this occasion, the MENTV champion scooped her up and hung her upside down in the corner in the infamous tree of woe position, kicking her hard on the chest and abdomen until the referee stepped in to call the break.
Another dominant performance from the champ who looked in absolute control after the Cruciform Slam (gorilla press into spinebuster). Nina saved herself only because she was close to the ropes and could get her foot on the bottom one, interrupting the count.
Never count someone like Nina out. Her unorthodox style made her a dangerous client in every situation, even when she seemed to be with her back against the wall. When Clyde went for his Unforgiven (claymore kick), Nina was able to dodge and put the champion in her Leg Constrictor (sambo kneebar). The pain was excruciating, Sutter tried to fight through it but he seemed on the verge of tapping out. He had his arm raised, groaning in agony and struggling to resist the urge of just giving up. Then he drove down his fist, not on the mat but on Nina’s leg. And again, and again, until the Viper was forced to break the hold.
Both of them limping, the two met in the middle of the ring, trading shots. A brawl was right in the Assassin’s wheelhouse and he inevitably came out on top, connecting his Judge, Jury And Executioner and stopping the clock mere seconds before the time limit.

WINNER: Clyde Sutter (STILL MENTV CHAMPION)
BY: Pinfall (Judge, Jury & Executioner), 14:51

Amy Maynard: "Defense number two is in the books for Sutter. Three more to go before he can cash it in for a Riot championship match."

Sir Figgles: "Can we just have him defend it in some house shows or something so that he can challenge Andrews at Dark Web IV and take the gold from her?"

Amy Maynard: "When did we start doing house shows? Besides, I believe Alex already has her hands full with Luna at the next PPV."

Sir Figgles: "Ugh.. I'm not calling that match, Peyton and Ambra can have it I don't even care."

Backstage we find Tiana Petrova-Hammond going through her normal warmups, shadow boxing and throwing knees, prepping for her encounter with JJ Night later in the evening. A loud thud turned her around, wildly swinging but she managed to stop herself before connecting with the face of her once rival, Echo. The Aussie had slammed her title belt down to cause the bang, and she laughed as Tiana dropped her fist.

Echo:
Easy there, killer, we don’t want to be brawling around the arena when we have others to focus on, yeh?

Tiana Petrova-Hammond:
You’ve kinda taught me to swing first, ask questions later, when someone is sneaking up on me…

A shrug of the shoulders was all Echo could respond with to that.. Well, and her cocky little grin.

Tiana Petrova-Hammond:
Shouldn’t you be getting ready for Trinity? She’s pretty hyped to get another shot at you, I’ve been helping her.

Echo:
I bet. I’ll be ready, don’t you worry about that. But let’s talk about you and JJ.

Tiana Petrova-Hammond:
Gonna ask me to injure him again…?

Echo’s smile faded, replaced with almost a look of disappointment.

Echo:
No, Ti, no. But you can wake him up a little, you could show him what he’s gonna need to do to actually beat me. Since nobody will let me do to him what I did to you…

Tiana Petrova-Hammond:
And everyone else I care about.

The Junior Heavyweight Champion rolled her eyes.

Echo:
He’s the misinformed Superman. He thinks he’s the hero, and that’s what stopped you from beating me. You didn’t realize you had to do it for you until it was too late. He’s still got it stuck in his head that you first years need to stick together, but he picks and chooses who gets his “protection”. He left you high and dry with Dez, but made sure he was there to stop the reverse when I went to even up the score…

She shrugged again.

Echo:
Not because he really believes the bullshit that leaves his cunt mouth, but because trying to one up me was all that mattered in his little pea brain. He doesn’t care about you, Trinity, Millie. Lord knows he didn’t care about Faith, because he didn’t don his little white knight armor for her when she had what little brains she possessed removed from her skull. He doesn’t even care about Faizah, who worships the ground he walks on.

What he cares about is what’s sitting there on that crate.

The camera zoomed over to the Junior Heavyweight Championship, then to Tiana who was in thought.

Echo:
And the sooner he stops hiding behind being the good guy, the sooner he’ll take it from me.

Tiana Petrova-Hammond:
Maybe, Jules. But that’s not tonight, not for you. Tonight I’m going to handle JJ, then I’m going to handle Dez and leave him a broken mess in the middle of the ring, the rest of them too if they try getting involved, Fight Lab be damned… And then I’ll see you again.

The two stared at each other, a smile coming to both of their faces.

Echo:
Just don’t break him tonight, or we won’t hear the end of it.

Echo retrieved her title belt, slinging it over her shoulder. She was stopped, however, by Tiana reaching out and grabbing her arm.

Tiana Petrova-Hammond:
Win, lose… Whatever happens tonight, it ends at three, Echo. Don’t hurt her.

Echo pulled her arm away, shaking her head.

Echo:
Your little girlfriend won’t get hurt if she just stays down when I put her down, but she’s as stubborn as you are.

Flustered, Ti pushed by Echo and marched down the hallway ahead of her. The Aussie huffed and followed, adjusting her championship as she went.

Close up on the Cult Of Nine trademark mask, ditched on the locker room floor. The black robe the mysterious followers of the Frisian Demon was laying not too far away, that as well thrown on the pavement careessly, some might say with disdain too.

Trinity Thompson:
I feel dirty just by wearing that crap for like five minutes, how you people can walk around in it all fucking day?

The Academy graduate Trinity Thompson is in her locker room, having dropped the outfit she used to disguise herself as one of the cultists. Not yet changed back in her ring gear, Trin was wrapped in a pink bathrobe.

Trinity Thompson:
I took a shower as soon as I got back here and I'm probably going to take another one before my match because goddamn... You POS stink!

Clearly not trying to make friends with the people who tried to injure her team partner and close friend Millie, the Naptown Girl was going to tell Nine and her crew exactly how she felt about them.

Trinity Thompson:
Though I gotta say... The look on your face when I kicked your teeth down the throat made it worth it.

A wide smile appeared on her face as she remembered those moments that shocked not only the Frisian Demon but the fans as well.

Triity Thompson:
Bet y'all are asking yourselves how did I know.. Easy, you bad guys are so predictable, and you got this Bond Villain Syndrome that makes you spoil your masterplan before carrying out, and then bitch and moan because you keep failing your quest to conquer the world or whatever.

With an exaggerated eye roll she continued.

Trinity Thompson:
I guess there's a lesson here for you, Nine. And everybody else too. If you want your plan to be successful, do like Trin and don't say shit. Instead, after beating Betsy you started scereaming from the rooftops how she was just the first, how you planned to make more statements like that. You really think I'd let you pull that shit this time?

The young half-sister of Tiff Rollins shook her head.

Trinity Thompson:
Look, I ain't out here saying that I was going to stop you if you were facing any member of this roster, but Millie... That's my tag partner, dog. One of the few people I can call friends and, without a doubt, one of the best people in this business. A pure soul, someone who's always looking for the positive in everyone.. Shit, she's probably trying to understand why you were doing that to her, and I would be surprised if she didn't end up blaming herself and apologize if she offended you...

Pause.

Trinity Thompson:
That's the person you tried to hurt.. And fuck you for even thinking that. When I saw this week's card, I spent five minutes insulting Moretti for booking this match. And then I got to work. Let me tell you, the design of this robe?

She picked it up from the floor and acted like the mere sight of it was making her barf.

Trinity Thompson:
It sucks. And don't let me start with this other peace of crap...

She walked over to where the mask was laying and kicked it across the room.

Trinity Thompson:
Basic as fuck, I could've designed something better with my eyes closed.. But that's beside the point. What I'm saying is that it took me less than an hour to make the perfect disguise. Then all I had to do was to wait for you to summon your minions, because you can't even attack a person without having a dozen of folks watching your back, and BOOM! I was ready to stop the almighty Nine.

Definitely proud of her actions, she flashed a confident smile to the camera.

Trinity Thompson:
So what now? Nine van der HOES' mad? Good. I ain't hard to find.

Her expression suddenly changed, that stern look of challenge fading back to her usual smile.

Trinity Thompson:
But that's something for another day. Right now, I have a date with Australian Bitch and I gotta get ready for that.

Her lips curled into a grin

Trinity Thompson:
I'd ask if you peeps want to stay but.. I don't know, giving away for free something I can upload on my OnlyFans and make a few bucks off seems counterproductive, don't you agree?

With a cheeky wink she waved goodbye to the camera as it faded to black.

Singles Match

Echo VS Trinity Thompson

After the “blitz” to save her partner and friend from the clutches of Nine van der Hoek, Trinity received a huge pop from the fans. She repaid the enthusiasm with a brave and bold start, taking on the dangerous Australian head on with a volley of strikes. Echo blocked or dodged most of those but the leaping knee caught her right on the chin and caused her to stumble back. Trin followed with a shotgun dropkick that sent the Junior Heavyweight champion into the corner.
The former Academy student paid this excessive confidence when she climbed on the middle rope to hit Echo with the classic “ten punches”. The count stopped at 8, when the Australian stepped between the Academy graduate legs and powerbombed her into the canvas.
Once she was able to dictate the pace of the contest, Echo seemed capable to easily control the opponent, taking Trinity to the mat with a double leg takedown and mounting on top of her for some ground and pound.
Even though they successfully teamed up last week, the two young women certainly didn’t love each other. Echo returned the courtesy with the ten punches at the turnbuckle but, unlike Trinity, she completed the sequence. After that, the Australian went for an Irish whip looking to catch the opponent with the Reverb on the rebound but Thompson countered with a tilt-a-whirl DDT.
The fans tried to push Trinity, chanting her name as she tried to make her comeback. The Naptown Girl connected with a swift kicking combination completing the sequence with a question mark kick. After getting a near fall with the springboard enziguri, Trinity tried to piledrive the Junior Heavyweight champion who blocked the attempt and shoved Thompson into the ropes, tackling her to the canvas with a spear on the rebound.
Thompson countered the second Reverb attempt, once again planting the Aussie on her head. She then went for her Holy Trinity but found nobody home as Echo rolled out of the way. Third time was indeed a charm for the champ, who finally managed to connect The Reverb for the one, two, three.

WINNER: Echo
BY: Pinfall (The Reverb), 11:38

Sir Figgles: "Not so cocky anymore, right Trinity? I hope you learned your lesson here."

Amy Maynard: "What are you on about? Are you really going at her for saving her friend and tag team partner from a potential injury?"

Sir Figgles: "I'm just saying, perhaps she shoud've focused on herself and her opponent instead."

Amy Maynard: "Congratulations Figgles. Just when I thought you couldn't sink any lower, there you go."

Later in the evening, West Long closes a door behind him. Just as he makes a walk across the hallway, he's intruded by someone. Usually nobody gets in his way. He'd garnered a rep for people stepping aside. Now, somebody was bucking that trend.

West Long:
Do you mind?

He asked the petite blonde sporting the green and white outfit. She stared up at the towering figure she'd took out in the tag team scuffle she'd debuted on.

Abby Blake:
You're a lot taller in person.

West Long:
What?

Abby Blake:
Nevermind. I'll make this quick. I know I'm new here. Who's that girl? It's Abby.

She playfully carried that tune, yet the Warwolf of Millennium Street didn't even crack a smirk. Shame.

Abby Blake:
...er-- I'm new here but I'm not a newbie to how this works. You're ringside with Luna, you’re her bodyguard or something. I'm just going to say if you start getting involved and making things a little unfair... don't think I won't take you out again.

West chuckled very briefly and folded his arms.

West Long:
Trust me. With how focused Luna's been, you should be hoping I can get her off you before she busts your pretty face with a stiff knee.

Abby Blake:
Aw. You think I'm pretty.

She oozed some of that sugar sweetness with a gleefully, tight-lipped smile.

Abby Blake:
Like I said you big, giant of a man. Don't get involved. I want a full chance to show how talented I am one on one. I also believe we should let Luna show she actually was capable of being the accomplished wrestler the history books say she was. You stay out of it and maybe you can take me out after, since you said I was pretty.

West shook his head and didn't appreciate her spinning his words.

West Long:
Cute. You really -

He didn't get to say anymore as Abby shut her eyes with a confident smile and waved her hand back behind her.

Abby Blake:
Stop. I'm cute now too. You're very generous with all these compliments. There's no games with you, is there, Big Boy?

At this point, West got down to be somewhat at her eye level. Nothing she'd said made him smirk. His voice came out louder because she'd interrupted him.

West Long:
Listen. You got a lucky break last time. Tonight? Luna's ready for you. All that Valiant Wrestling experience? Scouted. You don't have anything Luna hasn't seen before. Tonight you're going to try your hardest and realize where the bar is. Where she and I set it and.

Luna Smith is seen because several men wearing white socks with black shoes scurry. That inner circle of assistants stop their chats and get moving on tasks. Blake catches her in the corner of her eyes. West is right there. She acts quickly. He leaned in 70-90% of the way, so she went that last 10. Lips lock! 1 Mississippi. 2 Mississippi...and break.

That little kiss shut him up, and Abby certainly got a crowd reaction for it too. But Luna was coming towards them so it was time Miss Blake hit the bricks.

Abby Blake:
See you out there!

She smirked and heard a little bit of dialogue once Luna got to her security. He was questioned loudly over what just happened. He was blindsided by it while Luna asked how long it was going on for. West continues to receive the third degree while the feed fades to commercial.

Singles Match

Abby Blake VS Luna (w/ West Long)

Debut in singles match for the former Valiant star Abby Blake who surprisingly appeared last week fighting alongside the Riot champion Alex Andrews against the team of Luna and West Long. The Star Of The Night didn’t hide her disdain for the newcomer, refusing to shake hands and blindsiding her with a cheap throat strike.
The match was underway, Luna’s most aggressive side in full display. She raked Abby’s eyes and sent her into the ropes with an Irish whip, waiting for her in the center of the ring and smashing her face with a jumping knee on the rebound.
Having made her claim on the Riot championship, Luna couldn’t afford losing any momentum on the last show before the PPV. Her Starstorm almost gave her the win but Abby was able to get her shoulder up in time,
Not one to give up easily, Blake fought back and managed to turn the tables with a spectacular 720 headscissors takedown. Luna quickly got back to her feet right into a dropsault from the former Valiant star, who then charged at the Star Of The Night and leveled her with a shining wizard.
It was a fast paced, high intensity contest with several spectacular moves. Worth mentioning Luna’s Night Skyfall and Abby’s Quantum Knee Drop. This move particularly required West’s intervention to point the referee’s attention on Luna’s foot resting on the middle rope after he put it there. The fans, who unlike the referee saw him, called him out but the official couldn’t do much about it.
The ref didn’t miss West blatantly blocking Blake’s leg to prevent her from connecting a diving swanton bomb. He ordered the Warwolf to leave ringside, officially sending him off. Not that it mattered much as Long still accomplished what he was out to do. Buying Luna some valuable time to recover and hit Abby with a right punch to the ribs while she was still standing on the top rope. The former Lockdown champion showed the Dark Side Of Luna and knocked down Abby, taking her spot on the top turnbuckle and connecting the Stardom, scoring another controversial win.

WINNER: Luna
BY: Pinfall (Stardom), 10:37

Amy Maynard: "I'm sure Abby won't be too happy about this. West can't say she didn't warn him tho..."

Sir Figgles: "Pfft... Do you really think he's concerned about her? Just look at the size difference. West could probably just one-shot her."

Amy Maynard: "You sound very confident..."

Sir Figgles: "If I was a betting man, which I totally am, I'd put all my money on the Warwolf. Which I will probably do, if Vincent is foolish enough to put them in the same ring."

Amy Maynard: "I'm sure Abby will be happy to hear that. You haven't won a bed since when? Pre-pandemic?"

Sir Figgles: "... Shut up."

Backstage we find MWE journalist Robbie Hayden. Standing next to the reporter is none other than “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock. The British Bombshell is dressed in her wrestling gear, consisting of long royal purple bell bottom tights, a matching royal purple top, royal purple kick pad wrestling boots, and a black leather jacket. Her long blonde hair cascades to flow freely past her shoulders. A confident grin is etched across her face.

Robbie Hayden:
Ladies and gentlemen, I am Robbie Hayden and my guest at this time is the former MENTV and Riot Champion, “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock. Now Glory, tonight you are facing the monstrous Valentine, and for most that would be a daunting task but you seem rather confident, at least I assume so based on the look on your face.

Braddock chuckles softly.

Glory Braddock:
This smile is here for two reasons, and I will get to that Neanderthal Valentine in a moment. First of all, I am happy because I have remembered just who the hell I am and why I do this job. I’m not a dime a dozen egomaniac chasing records and championships for my own personal glory like some people in the world title picture. I’m simply looking for the absolute best competition in the world today. I want to challenge the absolute best in the world today and those individuals throwing their names into the World Championship picture, they are all among the best to lace up a pair of boots. And someone like me, someone who was born into this business, raised around this business, and since 2008 has actively competed in a wrestling ring, well that’s just what I was meant to do, and that’s wrestling should be about. It is the spirit of competition, it is about some of the very best athletes in the world today putting it all on the line to see who is the best. For fifteen years I have been challenging myself against the very best this business has to offer. So when a guy like our reigning World Champion challenges the roster to separate themselves, to prove themselves worthy, and so many big names in this sport, names like Lowri Moss, Melissa Reeves, Duke Andrews, and others, all answer that call, why wouldn’t I want to throw my name into the hat? Why wouldn’t I want to test myself against the elite in this company? Despite what some may believe, this isn’t simply about chasing a sixteenth World Championship or padding my record. This is me being competitive. This is me seeing if I can defeat the elite in this company. This is about seeing if I can truly defeat the current best in this company, namely Brookford.

Braddock smirks knowingly.

Glory Braddock:
Speaking of Brookford…you may have that championship belt, but just having that title alone doesn’t make you the best. Being the best means answering the challenge week in and week out, regardless of if you deem them ‘worthy’, regardless of if you believe they have ‘separated’ themselves. That’s what a champion does. What a champion DOES NOT do is hire a thug to do your dirty work so you can avoid conflict. The hired thug in this case is nothing more than a little bitch.

Glory waves at the camera.

Glory Braddock:
Hi there, Valentine. I just have a question for you and your little friend Evie; do you really think this act of yours is special? Because it isn’t. Let’s face it, for starters the whole “monster being led by an annoying little mouthpiece” act is way overdone. I have seen you before in different forms in different companies all over the world in my fifteen year career and I have beaten the ever living crap out of each and every one of you. And you, Valentine, won’t be any different. Give it a year or two and you will be forgotten just like the rest of them. I’m sorry, am I supposed to be intimidated? Well I’m not intimidated by you. In fact, I look at you and I see just another pathetic generic monster. What makes you pathetic is that as with every other generic monster with a mouthpiece in this business, you allow yourself to become a hired thug. Tonight, Valentine, I am going expose you for the fraud that you are. I am going to make you tap out to Shekhinah Glory. Sic Semper Tyrannis…

Braddock turns and walks away.

Singles Match

JJ Night VS Tiana Petrova-Hammond

Highly anticipated match between two of the best prospects coming out of last year’s Academy with potential Junior Heavyweight championship implications. Both, in fact, recently faced Echo and came up short, taking the champion to the very limit.
A classic clash of styles, JJ's high-flying, flashy based offense against Tiana’s MMA influenced techniques and mat technical prowess. In the early minutes, it was the speed and agility of the So-Cal born that prevailed, A spinning heel kick knocked Petrova-Hammond down, allowing Night to make the first pinfall attempt with a standing shooting star press. Ti kicked out in two.
Tiana’s answer was not long in coming, and relied on some hard kicks to the legs. When she aimed a bit higher, targeting his midsection, JJ blocked her foot and hit her with his trademark step over spinning kick. Once again Night tried to speed up and ran to the ropes, bouncing back with a spectacular springboard moonsault and crashing on the canvas as Tiana rolled out of the way. She tried to pin him with a magistral cradle but only obtained a two.
She had JJ right where she wanted, and she kept him grounded for several minutes, working mostly on his leg with the goal to take away some speed from him and preparing the ground for the ankle lock.
The Fight Lab Calf Crush, the excruciating submission made infamous by Echo in her match against Yulia Kirilenko at On The Rise really took JJ to the limit. Right when he looked on the verge of tapping out, Night made one last, desperate attempt and reached the ropes.
Sensibly slower than he was in the first part of the match, The Kid tried a complicated comeback. He used his left leg to connect a crescent kick and, even though the execution wasn’t as smooth as when he did it with the good leg, he still got a near fall out of it.
Petrova-Hammond dodged a superkick and quickly took the opponent down with a chop block. She reached down to grab his foot and twist his ankle, but Night immediately pushed himself up and desperately tried to reach the corner. Tiana tried to bring him back to the center of the ring but he rolled forward, sending the Russian-American face-first into the corner. After the impact, she stumbled back into a German suplex from JJ.
Night stepped out on the apron and kept his eyes on Tiana, waiting for her to get up. When she finally did, he leaped on the top rope and springboarded himself back in the ring for his Chidori forearm smash, but Tiana stepped aside and caught him in mid-air with a high kick. Wasting no time, the first ever Gold Star applied once again her ankle lock, and JJ had no choice but to tap.

WINNER: Tiana Petrova-Hammond
BY: Submission (Ankle Lock), 13:12

Amy Maynard: "I remember calling their matches one year ago, on the PPVs pre-shows... They surely have gone a long way since then but it's always incredible what Tiana and JJ can do in that ring. Pure magic, chapeau."

Sir Figgles: "Yeah but what did this got them? 0 titles. Y'all keep praising these kids but what have they accomplished so far? Nothing. Olly is the only good thing coming out of The Academy, change my mind."

Amy Maynard: "Well... He would say that Faith is actually the best one to graduate from year one."

Sir Figgles: "Oh, right. Her too."

BROOKFORD can be seen sitting at the head of a boardroom table. He is wearing a gray three piece suit with a red tie. The MWE World Championship is propped up so the audience is looking at the face plate.

BROOKFORD:
What has defined me from the very first moment you saw me on MWE Television? Money. It has been ALL about the bottom line for me. I didn’t make any grand proclamations about wanting to be the best in the world. Fate blessed me with being a super heavyweight; I just so happen to like beating people up every now and then. In the grand scheme of things, going after the World Championship and winning was all about the payday that comes with being at the top of the mountain.

BROOKFORD pauses to allow that to sink in.

BROOKFORD:
I haven’t lied to anyone. Duke wants to cast aspirations about me not competing enough, hanging out in catering most of the time, rarely if ever seeking a fight. Kindly remind me where I stated that I am the type of guy who mindlessly beats people up just because? I will wrestle when my number is called just like I always have. Being World Champion doesn’t motivate me to go out there every week to remind the world who I am. I defended my belt at Centum in a big money match didn’t I? And for some reason Vincent saw fit to ensure me and Valentine took on APE...

BROOFORD sighs.

BROOKFORD:
Speaking of the big man, quite hilarious you Duke and you Glory believe there is some kinda relationship going on between me and Valentine. Not my fault he decided to do what we have all been guilty of, picking a big dog in the yard to make a statement off of, is it my fault the two people he opted to lay out also happen to be chasing after me and my World Championship? When have I ever needed anyone at any juncture of my MWE to get the job done? Does it look like I am a guy who has friends? But I get it. Paranoia runs rampant around here especially when greed is factors in. I’ll state this so everyone can process what is really going on.

BROOKFORD leans forward.

BROOKFORD:
I don’t care about being the best wrestler in the world. All that concerns me is being World Champion to ensure I continue to receive my championship bonus and when contract negotiation time comes, Grace pays me my worth. And second, I will compete when my number is called. It is up to Elsa and Vincent to decide the best money match possible. My job is to compete when scheduled to. Get it. Got it. Good.

BROOKFORD smirks as the scene fades to black.

Singles Match

Valentine VS Glory Braddock

Accompanied to the ring by his manager and spokesperson Evie, The Ravager stared at the Best In The World in front of him. Towering over her almost one foot taller, weighing almost twice as her, the monster known as Valentine was the kind of competitor most people would be intimidated to compete against. Not Glory Braddock though. The fifteen times World champion had surely faced equally big challenges in her long career. She didn’t seem impressed, if anything Valentine would be a good preparation for her upcoming match against BROOKFORD.
Perhaps that massive closed fist that caught her on the jaw right on the opening bell changed her mind. It definitely rocked her, causing her to stumble back into the ropes. The Ravager shrugged his shoulders at the ref’s timely warning and charged at Glory, catching her with a big boot that sent the Best In The World out of the ring.
Valentine was in no rush, taking his time to inflict his personal brand of punishment on the British Bombshell. He picked her up and rammed her back first into the steel post, sticking his head back in the ring just to interrupt the count out before going back to work.
Was he really out here doing BROOKFORD’s dirty work and injuring Glory before Dark Web? The suspect was there, and some might see this brutality and ruthlessness as facts supporting that thesis. On the other hand, this has always been Valentine’s fighting style, and BROOKFORD has made a career out of solving problems, both his and those of the people willing to pay. To think that he may outsource them now might be a bit of a stretch.
The fight on the outside continued for a couple more minutes, and it was pretty much a one way affair. Valentine was in absolute control tossing and throwing Glory around like a ragdoll. That until the Best In The World countered a powerbomb with a hurricanrana, sending the Defiler head first into the corner.
Braddock wasted no time and seeked refuge back in the ring. For a fleeting moment she hoped for a count out victory but Valentine was back at nine. Glory met him with dropkick to the knee and followed with a superkick to the face.
Slowly but steadily, the Best In The World regained ground and confidence. Quick kicks to the legs and sides kept distance between her and the big man, paving the way for her Glory In Excelsis Deo that gave her the first near fall of the match.
As minutes passed by, the punishment taken on the outside caught up with the British Bombshell. The lower back seemed to be bothering her, thus pushing her to a different approach to avoid dragging the match much further. She tried to choke Valentine out, locking him in her Shekinah Glory (triangle choke). Making the behemoth tap out or pass out was a bold move, but it seemed to be paying off as Valentine was struggling to breath, his forces abandoning him. Then with a roar, the Defiler pushed himself up and ran into the corner, squashing the British Bombshell against the turnbuckle.
He took a moment to regain his breath before pulling Braddock into his Facelift (ripcord big boot). Somehow, the former Riot and MENTV champion kicked out in time.
Valentine had Glory set up for the Precipice Of Apocalypse (inverted crucifix powerbomb), three seconds away from the biggest win in his MWE career. As he was about to drop her down, he noticed some movement in the crowd. Duke Andrews climbed over the barricade and headed toward the ring, yelling threats at Valentine and Evie, who was standing on his way. Glory took advantage of the situation and slipped from the Ravager’s grasp, landing behind his back and dropping him on his head with the Glorification, obtaining a hard fought and, for how things were going, unexpected win.

WINNER: Glory Braddock
BY: Pinfall (The Glorification), 18:37

Sir Figgles: "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED? IT'S PAYBACK TIME, APE STYLE!"

After shoving Evie aside, Duke was getting his taste of revenge on Valentine, assaulting the Ravager with a flurry of punches and kicks.

Amy Maynard: "I don't know about entertained but surely I'm not surprised. Just... hey, come on guys not here..."

The momentum of the brawl lead them close to the commentary booth. Glory looked at them before deciding that it was none of her business and head backstage, still visibly sore. Amy's plea fell on deaf ears and Duke put the worn out behemoth through the table. Standing tall over the fallen opponent, the Epitome Of Perfection raised his fist in the air and yelled out "APE SHIT", repeating it over and over in a chant that, oddly enough, was well received by a small amount of fans who joined him in. As those words echoed in the War Memorial Coliseum in Fort Wayne, the last Riot before Dark Web IV came to an end.

Post by gvb on Mar 20, 2022 15:53:15 GMT -6

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