Post by gvb on Apr 29, 2022 11:17:29 GMT -6
Millennium CVII
Live from Moda Center in Portland, OR
Wednesday, April 27th, 2022
The 107th weekly episode of Millennium opened to the green brand General Manager standing in the middle of the ring. Dressed in a fancy white suit and flaunting pieces of jewelry likely designed by Grace van Beek herself, Elsa waited for the music to fade and the fans to quiet down before raising the microphone to her lips.
Elsa McCarthy:
Good evening Portland!
She enthusiastically yelled for the cheap pop.
Elsa McCarthy:
And, of course, good evening to the fans watching at home as well. Before leaving you to the stacked card we have in store tonight, I need to take a moment of your time to address something that happened last Sunday on Riot. A vicious attack, moments before the World title main event.
The tron comes to life, showing the chaotic moments following the finding of Tiffany Lynn-Page consciousless body.
Elsa McCarthy:
I know this happened on Vincent's show and you were expecting him to address it on Sunday, but Tiffany, as well as her assaliant whose identity we don't know yet -but make no mistake, we will find you- are part of my roster as well. And the same applies to the world champion and his last challenger, or any other wrestler currently under contract with MWE. Two distinct shows, one roster and two General Managers who always had a wonderful work relationship aimed at giving the fans the best possible shows twice a week. And sometimes, that means that I announce a match Vincent and I agreed will take place on his show.
The GM really had to take out that little stone from her shoes, and she did it with the most gracious of smiles.
Elsa McCarthy:
As you all know from the updates provided by Tiffany's sister, after the assault she was taken from the closest medical facility and unfortunately the doctors confirmed our physician's first diagnosis. Miss Lynn-Page suffered a concussion.
The verdict, although highly predictable, left the fans buzzing.
Esa McCarthy:
We, of course, wish her a speedy recovery but we are also aware of how delicate theis kind of injuries is, and how the recovery process can be a tortuous and long one, as we saw with Faith Savell. Therefore, we have no choice but to strip her and Megan of the Tag Team Titles...
The rumbling grows in volume, this is a huge news, one that shakes things up a lot.
Elsa McCarthy:
Of course, when Tiffany comes back we will grant her a shot at winning them back, should they decide to pursue the gold once again. But as of now, the MWE Tag Team titles are officially vacant.
Pause.
Elsa McCarthy:
They won't stay as such for long, though. At Bound For Greatness, they will be on the line in a gauntlet match open to every team in MWE, to the students of the Academy that will graduate just before it and to every team in the business who wants to throw hands.
This second part of her announcement is welcomed by loud cheers and applause.
Elsa McCarthy:
One last thing before I go, I can assure you that whoever did this to Tiffany will not go unpunished.
And on those words, Elsa left the ring.[
The scene opens inside of a locker room. Faizah and Millie, both sitting on steel folding chairs, are sitting facing each other. The energy in the room is undeniable.
Faizah Marshall:
So, you thought of any good names yet? Not going lie, I did consider Planet Faizah but I can imagine certain people not being too happy about that.
Faizah chuckles, likely thinking Trinity would make a big deal going with a team name that makes it seem like it's all about her.
Faizah Marshall:
Besides, I wouldn’t do that to you. We’re a team, best friends. Our name should represent both of us.
Millie taps her phone case thinking of a name.
Millie Smith
Well we could try fusing our names…Although Failie might not be a good idea since it’s got ‘fail’ in the name.
Millie tries to then flip it, she tried Faiz first.
Millie Smith
Milzah kinda sounds like an evil anime villain. This is hard.
Faizah nods her head.
Faizah Marshall:
True. Combining our names isn’t going to work. Besides, that’s you and Trinity’s thing. We need ours.
Faizah taps her chin in deep thought. Her eyes light up.
Faizah Marshall:
How about The All Stars of Wrestling? Has a nice ring to it. Perfectly describes us.
Millie Smith
That’s an interesting one. I’m just worried it’s a little…
Millie hugs her legs a little bit, working up the courage to say the next word.
Millie Smith
Loud?
Faizah takes a moment to process what her best friend has said. With a smirk she nods her head.
Faizah Marshall:
Yeah... that’s fair.
The Cloudgate Champion runs her hands through her hair trying to wrack her brain for tag name ideas.
Faizah Marshall:
What’s a name last... loud?
Millie Smith
Erm…what if we did like a sports name. They pick an animal. We could do the Millennium…erm..cheetahs?
Millie gets that animal from her phone as she swipes through an old cheetah girl background.
Faizah Marshall:
Hm. Wish we could go with The Millennium Falcons... don’t want Disney suing us.
Which makes Millie sorta hopeful Faiz would pick it as she bit her lip.
Faizah Marshall:
You know what, lets go with your idea. Cheetahs are fast. Fierce. Agile.
Millie Smith
And cute when they’re babies.
Faizah Marshall:
Exactly. Looks like we have a name.
Faizah grins from ear to ear while Millie pulls her little stylis out of her ear and starts to try make a little basic graphic for the pair using her doodles she’d done of her and Faiz. With a name and Millie working on the graphic, the scene fades.
Hardcore Match
Andrew Raynes VS Kenzie Garrett
WINNER: Andrew Raynes BY: Forfeit, 0:00 |
"Through Struggle" plays over the PA system, commemorating the victory of one Andrew Raynes via disqualification. Despite his usually stoic, cold demeanor... Raynes doesn't seem to be overly impressed to win in this fashion. Snatching his championship from the official and slinging it over his shoulder, soon brushing past him is a thick, red drop that falls from the sky.
It’s thick and viscous, splattering against the mat and soon hardening with a slight sheen over it. Both the official and Raynes’ eyes drawn upward. Sitting in the rafters is the former Chicago Way Champion, and the recently returned Kenzie Garrett!
Her short legs dangle over the thin platform, kicking dismissively. In her hand is a golden candle holder with the curled finger handle, and in said antique holder? A red candle, melted from the flame that dances on the wick. All eyes and cameras are now up in the direction of the rafters. Kenzie’s hand that isn’t holding her candle is holding onto a mic, and contrary to her lack of showing up to her match… she seems to be dressed for it, in the only too apropos white, ribbed tanktop and matching long tights, keen for a blood bath. She leans on a bottommost bar to the rafter, drawing the mic in as “Through Struggle” cuts as abruptly as it began.
KENZIE GARRETT:
… Did I miss something?
The fans are confused; some in a frenzy for the returning newcomer, and others understandably disappointed that she was so close to giving them a match; just out of sight and out of reach. Their reactions? Practically ignored by The Soulknife.
KENZIE GARRETT:
How embarrassing is that? Here I am, all dressed up for the brawl, and no date in sight. I almost feel like I stood you up. I’ve always been bad at these love games, though.
She grins, almost a little sadistically. Messy, chestnut brown hair strewn about and shaken out of her face.
KENZIE GARRETT:
But I’m not surprised you wouldn’t notice me, I mean… I only practically screamed about what I wanted but, that too, went… unnoticed. Sorry I couldn’t come down to see you, Andy. I just… had other plans. Bigger plans. I wanted to spice our relationship up a little… do something new I haven’t done before. You understand, right? Congratulations on tonight!
Her eyes turn to that flickering, crimson candle.
KENZIE GARRETT:
The Chicago Way Championship is a legacy that my blood, sweat, tears, criminal record, and layers of skin peeled from my body went into building. I made that championship. And with that under consideration… I’ve never been more disgusted with a creation in my fucking LIFE.
A scowl is on her pretty face. Lights on the catwalk turning to the petite girl from Fresno.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I’ve had a long time away from MWE. A lot of time to stop and think about my aspirations and a lot of time to really see what MWE sees me for. A good time gal for when you need some blood spilled. Call Kenzie. Crash test dummy needed? We have Kenzie’s number. I’ve had years taken off my fucking life for stunts MWE has wanted me to pull and do you know what I got for it? A pat on the back, and an invitation to do it again… but better. MORE dangerous! MORE violent! And I realized that this company… never saw even a FRACTION of the potential in me! MWE saw me as a liability waiver on legs!
The fans are now certain of the reaction. Beginning to jeer the longtime fan favorite as she stands herself up. Her physical height? Unimpressive, even with the lifts in her boots. But, she carries herself as a giant among men, only helped by the fact that she is high above the heads of the people in attendance.
KENZIE GARRETT:
So I tested the waters. I tried working for a place who didn’t see my life and my wellbeing as being worth the cost of a few seats in the house! And guess what? I was fucking awesome at it! I won Tag Team gold in a real tag division, as well as getting my name in the credits and my face on the screen in critically acclaimed productions on Splat! So I know that as an accomplished, acclaimed actress…
The boos are now loud as can be. Kenzie actually having to stop herself and take in the jeering. Arrogantly putting a hand into her core and taking a bow, not unlike one that someone at the end of a play receiving their roses would give. This only pulls the puppet strings even tighter, bringing the raucous house to a full frenzy. She only gets louder, which is helped by the mic, picking up exactly where she left off.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I KNOW THAT AS AN ACCOMPLISHED, ACCLAIMED ACTRESS- how important it is not to be typecast. Do you know how sick and tired I was of coming off the road to whatever junky hotel accommodations that I was given, running to the clanking ice machine, filling up the tub, and watching the show back and hearing the same… tired… line?
Her eyes narrow, visible malice building.
KENZIE GARRETT:
”Kenzie Garrett’s World Championship is The Chicago Way Championship!” … I don’t live with many regrets. But I regret saying that to the very core of my being because that made you all see a limit on me. So much so that when I dared to express a desire for something bigger than being a professional pin cushion with a fucking death wish to fulfill your sadist fantasies… not only was I ushered out of the main event that I interjected myself into, and into the opener? But the brass practically said ‘that’s cute… but she meant she wanted to be in the Chicago Way division again. We just know it.”
Garrett visibly scowls. Her eyes finding the camera, even though it is dozens of feet below her. Staring at it with an icy cold demeanor, a stark contrast to the flickering flame dancing on the wick in the other hand.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Do you see me now? Do you HEAR me now?! Your foot on my throat, holding me down is over! Because now… I can see everything for what it really is. And my subtlety? It ends now.
I will fuck up absolutely everything… and every single one… of your darlings. I am not the clumsy, shy, incapable girl I was when I signed here. I am now something much… much more dangerous than I ever was when I wasn’t trying to be. Val was an unfortunate one, in the wrong place at the wrong time. Andy was spared because you won’t tempt me with a toy I’ve already played with and elevated to a level so high… he could only dream of reaching. The next? They won’t be so lucky.
The lights that illuminate Kenzie change to an ominous shade of red, obscuring her in dark shadows minus the almost unsettling glow of her bright white ring gear. She clutches her candle close as we fade out.
Singles Match
E.M.P. VS Olly
WINNER: // BY: 0:00 |
The camera cuts to backstage inside of the arena as we focus upon one half of PCP in the lovely Veronica Sawyer. It’s quite clear she is just now making her arrival as she is not dressed to compete yet, wearing a pair of dark brown leather pants with a red halter style crochet top. She takes a moment to pause, taking her Dior sunglasses off, before turning back to look at Matt Stone who once again has been put to the task of carrying their bags.
Veronica Sawyer:
I thought you were in shape, what is your problem?
Matt’s bringing up the rear, handling four bags on his own, though only one of them is actually his.
Matt Stone:
It’s not a matter of being in shape…how many pairs of boots does one woman need for one match?
He asks, leaning heavily to the right as one bag seems far and away the heaviest. Veronica crosses her arms in front of her chest as an amused smirk tugs at her lips.
Veronica Sawyer:
I need to decide which ones are the best for stomping down on Nightfall Rising and whichever Smith girl with her tag-along we’re going to beat tonight.
Matt Stone:
Why are we stopping?
He asks as he makes it up to her, looking up at her smirk as the bags have him hunched over more than that one French dude in the clocktower.
Veronica Sawyer:
You clearly needed me to give you a chance to catch up there, Quasimodo.
Veronica spins back around as she resumes her confident stride.
Veronica Sawyer:
Think of this as some extra training for you before our match, we are still on our mission to make a statement that will shake up the entire tag team division. Can’t have you being all soft for that, getting a little flabby from those burgers.
Matt has to bite his tongue from making a remark at that, though rest assured he had one for her.
Matt Stone:
I’ll keep that in mind.
He starts following her once again, trying to make sure he stays balanced as they make it down the halls towards their locker room, making a mental note to ask for one close to the parking lot from now on.
Matt Stone:
Have you ever thought about getting an assistant or even a pool boy that could carry your stuff for you? Or…maybe just packing less?
Veronica Sawyer:
Who has a pool boy in 2022?
Veronica scrunches up her nose slightly as she approaches closer towards the door for their locker room and quickly opens it, making a gesture for Matt to step inside first.
Veronica Sawyer:
And maybe if your assistant was a little bit nicer to me, we wouldn’t have to worry about you carrying my bags, that’s hardly my fault.
Matt Stone:
Is Pool boy not politically correct anymore? Do they prefer to be called personal lifeguards or something?
He remarks sarcastically as he starts in the door but comes across a problem. With all the bags, he’s a little too wide to make it through, much like Winnie trying to leave Rabbit’s place after lunch.
Matt Stone:
Could you grab this one for me?
Veronica appears almost offended by this request before she reaches out to grab the bag with one hand, her nose once again scrunched up at the notion of doing manual labor.
Veronica Sawyer:
See? Who says I’m not a team player. This is why we’re miles above the rest of these sad little excuses for tag teams.
Matt Stone:
Oh yeah, we do the minimum for each other, that’s our slogan
He grunts out as he still needs to side shuffle into the locker room like a crab but he makes it through.
Matt Stone:
But I couldn’t have done it without you. I wouldn’t have had the problem without you mind you, but you sure did help!
Veronica rolls her eyes as she steps through the door after him and lets the bag she’s holding hit the floor without much of a care.
Veronica Sawyer:
I hope you’ll give me more praise when we become tag team champions.
Matt Stone:
If we become tag champions I’ll hold a parade in your honor, but right now we need to worry about Night Time Sniffles and the Smith Files teams.
Veronica Sawyer:
Well, we’ve already beaten one of those teams, and how difficult can the Smith team be when the only word she uses frequently is ‘eep’. That’s hardly world shattering competition.
Matt Stone:
To be fair, I’d say eep too if I had to face us.
He smirks, finally getting a chance to set the bags down. He saw her disregard the one she was holding but knew if he treated one of her bags like that she’d have a fit.
Matt Stone:
And you’re right, we’ve already beaten the Nightfall Rising but that was in one on one..or two on two, I guess. This is a triple threat, which means we not only have to try and win, we have to prevent the other team from beating the other team. You follow?
Veronica Sawyer:
Yes. I am familiar with the rules of how wrestling works Matt.
Matt Stone:
Well good. Should I go into lesson 2 or just cut right to the chase, then?
Veronica opens her eyes a little bit wider as she claps her hands.
Veronica Sawyer:
I think we can cut to the chase.
Matt smiles, relieved to hear that.
Matt Stone:
Perfect! The point is if we win this it should line us up for a tag title shot and then we can finally get what we want. So start looking through this stuff to see what strikes your fancy for tonight and we can take that next step on the path to immortality!
Veronica Sawyer:
Sure, while I’m getting ready, you can go fetch me a coffee.
Veronica waves her hand at Matt before she kneels down to start going through some of her bags in search of what ring attire to wear for tonight. Matt just stares at her for a few seconds like he was waiting for her to tell him she was kidding but of course that didn’t come.
Matt Stone:
Anything else I can get for you? Perhaps the lady would like a donut so she’d have a larger ass for me to kiss?
Veronica’s only response to this question is to take one of her boots and throw it directly at Matt’s head, he manages to duck in time, quickly running out of the locker room before she is able to connect with another one of her boots at the scene fades.
The fans look confused as a theme song they don’t recognize blares out the loudspeakers. It’s “Rise” by I Prevail, and it happens to be the new entrance music of Nightfall Rising. The two young men look hyped, and the warm welcome they receive from the Oregon fans only increases their excitement. Around their waists, the two young men are wearing the PPW Tag Team titles they won here a few years ago.
“SUUUUUUP PORTLAAAAAAAAND!” Screams Donnie. Jay echoes him with a “DADDY’S HOOOOOMEEEE!” that makes his partner raise an eyebrow at him. Nonetheless the two make their way to the ring, asking and obtaining two microphones from the ring announcer.
Donovan Keane:
Man, it’s been a while since we’ve been inside you, Portland…
Keane says with a smirk, stopping to soak in the crowd’s reaction.
Donovan Keane:
Yeah we haven’t forgotten about you either. You folks were the only good thing about coming to work for that God-forsaken company, may it rest in piss.
Both him and Jay lower their heads, taking a moment of silence for Portland Pro Wrestling.
Donovan Keane:
But enough talking about the past, Nightfall is always looking into the future. Y’all heard the GM announcement, the MWE tag team titles lost their mommy and now need a new family. Let me tell you, Jay and I are wonderful parents, just look at how we took care of these two babies in the past years…
He pats the title around his waist, which is followed by Jay patting the Donovan’s title around his waist, which causes Donnie to give Jay another furrowed brow.
Jay Gallagher:
Thing is though, these PPW Tag Team Championships? They’re all grown up and ready to leave the nest. Which means? Well… It means that Donovan and I need a new pair of Tag Team Championships to raise and you know what? I don’t want to see the MWE Tag Team Championships become orphans for a long time… We’ve already heard enough about orphans with the likes of Tiffany Rollins around here.
Jay puts a hand up to his face, making an ‘oops’ look as he said that last line.
Donovan Keane:
Damn bro, that was kinda brutal…
Turning to the camera, he addresses the former Cloud Gate champion.
Donovan Keane:
Sorry about that Tiff, Jay’s been hanging out with Julian a lot lately, I guess it’s rubbing off on him. But, he raises a good point tho. You, of all people, should know how hard his to grow up with no parents, or with bad ones. And, no offense, but I don’t think you and Clyde are ready to take care of the babies. Let’s face it, your partner literally just stopped sucking on her mother’s tits, ain’t no way he can step up to the task. And don’t even get me started on PCP…
Jay lets out a light laugh as he adds on.
Jay Gallagher:
You mean that doofus Matt Stone and Veronica whatever her name is? Soy sauce? Yeah, nobody cares about them. Matt Stone is too focused on his singles career anyway, so I don’t know why he’s trying to be in a tag team as well. You and I? We’re a premier tag team. We have been doing this since we were in HIGH SCHOOL! Don’t get it twisted, we weren’t pros back then, shit, we didn’t know what we were doing. But Donnie and I have been side by side since then. We literally do EVERYTHING together.
Jay catches himself and grimaces and then looks at Donnie before looking back at the camera.
Jay Gallagher:
Okay, not literally everything, but you get my drift. There isn’t a tag team on this roster that has the chemistry that we have.
Donnie pats his tag partner on the shoulder when he clarified that they don’t do “everything” together, thanking him.
Donovan Keane:
Jay’s right you know? We didn’t start teaming last week, like Millie and Faizah, I didn’t steal Jay from his former tag partner out of jealousy, tag team is not a pastime for us, it’s not something we do because we’re bored or because we feel petty. No.. This is our life, this is what we wanted to do since we started wrestling. We’ve gone through so much together, the early days on Nightfall when Chris and Julian pushed us to the very limit, when they tried to break our spirits with killer training sessions. But we stuck together, we picked each other up every time they knocked us down and kept coming back, kept learning, kept improving.
After a quick pause, he continues this trip down memory lane.
Donovan Keane:
Our first matches in HKW, having Chirs Night’s back but, most importantly, having each other’s backs. Here in Portland… Shit, I don’t need to remind you what management put us through, y’all remember too well. We pushed through every obstacle they thrown in our way and finally got the gold.
And the same applies in life. On my worst days, I always could count on Jay. And the same applied for him.
Fist bump between the two men.
Donovan Keane:
Bottom line is, we were made for this. And it’s about time we remind the teams in the back that Nightfall means excellence.
Jay and Donnie drop the microphones, standing in the middle of the ring waiting for their opponents.
Triple Threat Tag Team Match
Faizah Marshall & Millie Smith VS Nightfall Rising VS PCP
WINNER: Nightfall Rising BY: Pinfall (Galla-Star Press), 13:20 |
Singles Match
Kimberly Williams VS Leia LeBeau
WINNER: Leia LeBeau BY: Submission (Sin City Sleepover), 11:16 |
Backstage we find Bree Smith just finishing a few pushups with her little sister sitting on her back who's clutching a dumbbell.
Clover Smith:
One more annndd...done!
She drops the dumbbell onto the mat and gets off her sister. Bree gets up and rolls her arms, feeling pumped. Clover then walks over groaning slightly to hand over the Lockdown Championship to her sister.
Bree Smith:
Thanks, Clover.
She takes the title and rests it on her shoulder while Clover walks back over to a box that's just been opened possibly by a box cutter, which Clover uses for a seat
Bree Smith:
As I was saying...yes if someone gets a win over me then it throws my position as champion into doubt.
Clover Smith:
I don't get it.
She shrugs and adjusts her Bree hat.
Clover Smith:
Seems like there's less pressure if you're not champion. Like if I spell a word wrong in class no biggie. In the spelling bee, huge biggie.
Bree Smith:
First of all...who spells reindeer with an A?
Clover shuts her eyes but laughs at her hiccup Bree's referring to.
Bree Smith:
Second. That's one of the differences between the wrestler and the champion. I have to lead the division and 'bree' the best. Like some barbarians, strength and being the best in the group was paramount in those times.
Bree Smith:
And Millennium has a lot of people who want this title. Blair is just a name on a long list, that I have to cross off. Because I 'breelieve' every person Millennium puts in front of me that I send to the showers empty handed...that fire inside them gets a little hotter. Iron sharpens iron.
Clover Smith:
I get it. You make them better to test you more.
Bree Smith:
Bingo.
Clover Smith:
Well I hope you do that tonight because I'm taking these three hats.
Clover says reaching into the box nearby full of merch.
Clover Smith:
And Bree merch is selling like hot cakes.
Bree chuckles, then spins the hat around on her sister.
Bree Smith:
I think you got the wrong box. Smith is spelled with a T or end with an E.
Clover pauses for a second while Bree starts walking ahead to look at the hat, groans she got the wrong box, puts the hat back, then runs off screen to catch up with Bree.
Singles Match
Bree Smith VS Blair Jackson
WINNER: Bree Smith BY: Pinfall (Bree-Show), 10:44 |
In the back of the Moda Center, we see one-half of the Millenium CVII Main Event, Billy Danielson, looking around the back halls with awe. It wasn’t because he had never been to the Moda, or that he was super emphatic about the match. A smile is on his face as he starts to explain his wide eyes and slacked jaw.
Billy Danielson:
You know, I was once declared legally dead here in Portland. I try to stay away from here as much as I can because it’s a neat little inside joke between the people who understand it. It’s not often you can find a city where you died and your tag team partner had to replace you with a sex doll…
Billy claps his hands together.
Billy Danielson:
But unlike Hollywood, I can’t let nostalgia hold me back. Can I?
Danielson is gonna zoom right past any further explanation on any of that. He goes from a goofy smile to a very competitive face, showing just how fast that switch can flip for the veteran pro wrestler.
Billy Danielson:
You see, my good friend Duke Andrews made a comment about me at Milli 106 that really resonated with me…
He uses his hand as a sort of a bouncing ball as he quotes the former challenger for the MWE World Championship.
Billy Danielson:
He called me “Someone that’s been overlooked and stuck in mid-card purgatory that deserves the spotlight”.
Pausing as he lets that sink in for a moment.
Billy Danielson:
And I know he meant that as a nice thing. He meant it as a compliment and even followed it up by calling me one of the most talented wrestlers on any MWE roster. However, at the moment I heard it as an insult because it sounded like I wasn’t reaching my potential here in Millenium.
Billy looks away for a second, but he swallows his pride and looks back at the camera with a confident look.
Billy Danielson:
Duke is right though. Whether it was complimentary or a very low-key dig at me, I have been allowing myself to get overlooked and left out of the spotlight I deserve.
Another pause, because it isn’t often Billy is vulnerable and not just hyping himself up.
Billy Danielson:
I have been coasting on my name and my resume for too long in Millenium, and it’s about time I show that I’m more than just another name here. Sure I’ve embarrassed the Mannings and Neal Durden. Sure, I’ve had some good showings here and there. But I’m the fucking GOAT!!!
He points to himself with both hands, a big shit-eating grin on his face.
Billy Danielson:
I am the man that companies build their foundations on. I am the man who led the Midnight Horsemen, Dogs of War, The Franchise, and The GoATs of Wrestling. I’m someone that deserves a lot more than “mid-car purgatory”, and tonight I will be taking the necessary steps to get out of that purgatory and into the spotlight I deserve when I beat RAZE here tonight.
Billy slaps his chest as hard as he can to put emphasis on that last statement. Danielson feels called out and now he has to show everyone that he isn’t about to get complacent. There are titles to win and top-level feuds to be had, but he can’t get there if everyone keeps overlooking him.
Billy Danielson:
Because I am The GoAT, and even though I am legally dead in Portland… I have to prove that I have that Zombie Mentality and work past death. I have to do more than just be a name and a resume. I need to prove that I have earned everything that comes with my name, and when I stand over RAZE tonight, I’ll show that I’m no longer dead in Portland… I AM IMMORTAL!
Singles Match
Meg Coleman VS Melissa Reeves
WINNER: Melissa Reeves BY: Pinfall (Magnitude Nine), 10:03 |
We open on an open palm, a large outstretched hand that encompasses the entirety of the camera shot. That’s all we see for a few seconds, before the hand begins to move. Actually, it’s only a single finger that moves…if you could call it that. The thumb folds into the hand, leaving four fingers up. It’s here that the shot widens, showing that the hand belongs to The Anomaly, RAZE. He looks down at his hand, as if it were moving on its own. He shakes it around, his thumb returning back to normal. RAZE shakes his head, as if he’s knocking some cobwebs loose, before turning to the camera as if nothing strange had happened.
RAZE:
When I was lookin’ for places to sign with, places to break out on me own, I looked around for a company that had the toughest competition…a company that had the baddest roster…a company who had the hardest hitters. I wouldn’t say I’ve been disappointed, mates. I had that brawl with Hearst in the battle royal, which we still need to settle…not to mention that tag match last week with the dounce gents that broke out in chaos. I LIVE for chaos, and that’s why it was the British Brute…the Scouse Soldier…who got the pin in the end.
He gave a good and hearty chuckle.
RAZE:
That’s right blokes.. One Atomic Bomb and wheeeeeeeewwww-BSSSSSHHHHH!
A large explosion sound, or what explosions sounded like to RAZE’s ears at least, escaped through his lips. He made sure to make it sound extra destructive.
RAZE:
Ain’t no way yerr gettin’ up from that, mates! I showed ya at Dark Web, on Devon Slayton, and then on Alan Envy last week. Ain’t nobody kickin’ out of that, and for as tough as you son of a bitches are, ain’t nobody in the back that can take this fist and get back up!
He brought his right fist, now balled up, to the camera again. RAZE looked at it, planting a firm kiss upon his knuckles.
RAZE:
Not even you, Billy Goat Gruff. I know we both got other things to do, mate, better things to do even. But you see, this is the first night of Millennium where I’m front and center fockin’ stage. I ain’t about to let anyone upstage me, mate, ‘specially when I’ve got so much more to do here in MWE. I ask ya if ya ever been in a fist fight, Billy and you said something about being crucified or some shite? Well whatever you went through, it’s not about to measure up to the pain yerr gonna feel when you get hit with these bombs! Put yerr fists up!
He brings his other fist to the camera lens, giving the audience some time to focus in on both fists, before he brings one up and connects with the lens for a blackout.
Singles Match
Billy Danielson VS RAZE
WINNER: Billy Danielson BY: Pinfall (The Franchise), 19:55 |