Post by gvb on Jul 14, 2022 10:00:49 GMT -6
MWE Summer Beach Tour: Cancun
Live from Playa Forum in Cancun, Mexico
Tuesday, July 5th, 2022
The countdown to Millennium’s latest summer show is at around 45 minutes to go but they cut to some earlier footage. Abigail Blake arrived on the scene in a light fabric white shorts with a black floral design at the bottom of each leg. The current contender for the junior heavyweight title went sleeveless for the top with a generic black tank. Abby circled around to the back of the car where her driver opened the trunk. Blake then started to get her bags when somebody came running up, it was none other than JJ Night.
JJ Night:
Hey there! Let me help you with all that.
The always kind and helpful JJ grabbed some of Abby’s bags with a smile and a nod.
Abby Blake:
Thanks for the help.
She added as she slid her arm through one of the bag’s strap.
JJ Night:
Hey, it’s no problem! You’re a good person and a great wrestler. Besides, I don’t need you getting tired carrying these bags. I want everything you got out there.
Abby Blake:
Well just so you know if I’d have arrived before you I’d help to carry your bags. Maybe the title. No. Definitely the title.
JJ laughed lightly and shook his head as Abby still nodded honestly.
Abby Blake:
I mean I’ve got to get used to carrying it around. You know?
JJ Night:
You would but that’s only if you were to win tonight but I am not going to let that happen. That being said? After I beat you, I’ll let you carry it around a little bit anyway, just so you know how it feels when you inevitably do win a championship.
JJ grinned before giving Abby a playful wink. Abby clearly held onto a few words given that first sentence. They pursed up nice and tight, but loosened when he said she'd inevitably win.
Abby Blake:
That's nice of you to say. I am wondering where I'll get my first title. Here and now seems really good though. I'm not flying out until much later so I'd get used to being called La Champeón. Since I already got your number once, and I've been working on a few ways to get that win again. Just so you know. No pressure. Well actually.
Abby teased in a friendly way while she ejected the handle to her suitcase and closed the door. Patting the back twice, signalled to the driver to head off.
Abby Blake:
Who's been your favorite opponent so far in your reign?
As they started to make their way out of the parking garage, JJ furrowed his brow while pondering her question over.
JJ Night:
Well, Valkyrie was a tough challenge and hey, after losing to me, she went off and won a championship herself. I think you might be my favorite after tonight though. And hey!
He playfully bumped his elbow into her arm.
JJ Night:
Maybe you’ll go off and win a championship after losing to me too.
He laughed and grinned widely.
Abby Blake:
So it's like Good Luck Chuck, but the wrestling version.
JJ chuckled and nodded in agreement.
JJ Night:
That’s fair, as long as I don’t age as poorly as Dane Cook has, I’ll happily play that role!
Abby Blake:
I'm sure you would. But I do like penguins, so I may break the curse of Good Luck JJ like Jessica Alba did. Becoming Jr. Heavyweight Champion in the process.
As they rounded the corner, almost coming up to Abby’s locker room, JJ looked at her with a furrowed brow.
JJ Night:
It’s entirely possible. You’re good, Abby, great even. I see you doing awesome things here in Millennium. And while you beat me the other week? It’s not going to happen again tonight. Since that loss? I’ve done nothing but prepare for this one. I’ve tirelessly watched tapes of you. Your matches here and even the ones in Valiant. I’m ready for you and you won’t get one over on me again.
They stood in front of Abby’s locker room and paused.
JJ Night:
So tonight? There won’t be some romcom, Good Luck Chuck happy ending for you. No curse will be broken. Simply put? I’ll be walking away with the Junior Heavyweight Championship. And I don’t think that because I doubt your abilities… I just believe in mine that much more.
Abby Blake:
You seem very stuck in that mindset, which is what I'd expect. I'd want to walk out champ and return back here with the gold. Just…
Abby clicks her tongue, as she doubted that outcome.
Abby Blake:
I'm going to make sure I push past my limits and put everything out there to get that gold belt around these fine abs by Abby Blake. Legitimately. But since we both believe in ourselves to the highest level one can, we can bet the fans are going to see one heck of an opener and everybody else is gonna have one heck of a match to follow.
…
Now I think you're gonna have to head to your locker room cus people are going to start making theories up about us and what have you. So go get ready. It's gonna be the fight if your reign.
Abby now returned the wink, didn't wait for a reply nor a reaction as she headed inside. The last thing heard were Abbys footsteps as she walked away from the door. Likewise, JJ walked off frame to go get ready.
Junior Heavyweight Championship Match
JJ Night © VS Abby Blake
WINNER: JJ Night (STILL JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION) BY: DQ, 8:38 |
Previously Recorded
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page is walking on the Charcoal beach in a purple bikini followed by her bodyguard, Megan Coleman.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
While my return to the ring didn’t go as I would have liked but here we are on this beautiful Cancun beach so can I really be upset? Duke and I came down here early, we got to enjoy everything Cancun has to offer but now it is time for business.Clyde and I are teaming once again to face the returning Chris Constantine Jr and Marshal Smith. Both Chris and I are teaming with our respective hired guns. But while Marshal is a hell of an athlete he doesn’t compare to my hired gun who is a former two time MENTV Champion, and the current Riot Champion.
Tiffany smiles.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
It is impressive, right? Now I am sure Christopher will point out that he is a former multiple time World Heavyweight Champion with a whole hell of a lot of other accolades. On top of that you are a phenomenal friend to Duke. But Christopher you must understand I was laid up for weeks at the hands of a pathetic troll because she couldn’t handle that on top of the many other things she is envious of me that Megan and I strolled into the division that was all of her own then took it over in just a snap of my fingers. So now she must pay. Sure, she will run away like the cowardly little bitch that she is. Which I can’t say that I am shocked by or even upset about. It will just make getting my retribution that much sweeter.
A devilish look comes over her face.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
While all that will come in due time my patience for not having any gold around my waist I will not be so patient about. This time around I will make my championship endeavors all about me. It could be the Junior Heavyweight Championship or even the Intercontinental Championship. I will surely be getting mine.
Tiffany and Megan continue to walk down the beach.
We cut backstage in a dark, dimly lit part of the arena. There we find “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter standing dressed in his all black wrestling gear and black trenchcoat. The reigning MWE Riot Champion has his title belt wrapped around his waist. A sinister sneer is etched across his face.
Clyde Sutter:
Isn’t it bliss? Don’t you approve? One who keeps tearing around. One who can’t move. Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns.
Sutter chuckles softly.
Clyde Sutter:
Mr. Constantine may not have been around when George Jones conceived of this song, but it is very much applicable to the returning Mr. Constantine. I suppose you expect a parade or a celebration for your grand return to MWE. After all, every single time you bothered to speak about an MWE event since your absence it was a complaint or criticism. Specifically you criticized the lack of you ugly face appearing on the show. That is what psychiatrists call narcissism. But I would go even further and say that it is evidence of delusion.
The Assassin smirks.
Clyde Sutter:
Do you really think anyone in this company wanted to see you return? Here is a newsflash, my friend; we were better off without you. No one ever wanted you to return. And as for your pal Marshal Smith…
He shakes his head.
Clyde Sutter:
...this is setting up what appears to be just another repeat of the same old CCJ song and dance. Bring in some allies, form a faction, rinse, repeat, recycle. Your type isn’t that hard to figure out, Mr. Constantine. The unfortunate thing for you is that your tired old tricks and games are finished. No one cares to see them anymore. That is why you are appearing on this show with little to no fanfare. Because this company does not need you and you, Mr. Constantine, are irrelevant. You and your friend Mr. Smith are both irrelevant. You are just a pair of clowns serving as the punch line of a bad joke.
Sutter nods his head.
Clyde Sutter:
So go ahead, send in the clowns. Send in Mr. Constantine and Mr. Smith. Myself and Ms. Page will end this stupid charade before it can even begin again. You’re welcome, MWE.
Singles Match
Millie Smith VS Saul Maverick
WINNER: Saul Maverick BY: Pinfall (The Finishing Drop), 9:33 |
Backstage we find Robbie Hayden standing next to the wild eyed and wild haired charismatic marketing guru for Fabulous, the man known as Leviticus. He is smiling arrogantly and is wearing a flashy purple suit and tie.
Robbie Hayden:
Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here next to the self-proclaimed Maharajah of Marketing…
Leviticus:
And!
Robbie Hayden:
Captain Capitalism?
Leviticus:
AND!
Robbie Hayden:
Master Media Mogul?
Leviticus:
AND!
Robbie sighs.
Robbie Hayden:
Damn it, Levi. You are The Man of a Thousand Nicknames. I am not going through all of them.
St. Levi smirks and pats Robbie on the head.
Leviticus:
That’s ok, Robbster. In fact, I’ll make your job easy.
He takes the microphone away from Robbie.
Leviticus:
Greetings! The Most Loved Man On The Planet, The Emperor of Entrepreneurship, Captain Capitalism, Master Media Mogul, Saint Levi, Your Righteous Savior, The Titan of Twitter, The Sultan of Social Media, The Nova Wonder Killer, The Maharaja of Marketing, The Franciscan Friar of Flash, Leviticus here! And most importantly, I am the spokesman for Jessica Lasiewicz and Summer Collins, better known to you plebeians as Fabulous!
He looks from one side to another and then shrugs.
Leviticus:
You notice that yet again Fabulous is not here to grace you with their presence. That is because you do not deserve them! But don’t worry, Fabulous will be around for the next stop on the tour IF and only IF they do in fact receive their promised MWE World Tag Team Championship match. I mean, let’s face it, no one deserves the tag team title match more than Jessica Lasiewicz and Summer Collins.
Take tonight’s match for instance…this is a tag team title match between a bunch of cheaters. Thing is, at least K20 is honest about their dishonesty. At least they make no bones about their willingness to do whatever it takes to win. Fabulous can respect that. But Bad & Boujee? They have cheated Fabulous out of a win and yet Bad & Boujee are portrayed as victims here? Let’s be fair here, if you people really want to cry and whine about justice and fairness in professional wrestling, if you really want to criticize the cheaters of this world, then you should criticize Bad & Boujee just as much as you criticize K20. You should admit that Bad & Boujee are really and truly cut from the same clothe as K2O. Except Karen and Olly are at least slightly better for the simple fact that they admit and own who they are.
So tonight, my message from Fabulous is this…good luck to both champions and challengers tonight. And prepare to hand those belts over to Fabulous, because they are going to reclaim what is rightfully theirs in short order.
Singles Match
Gabriel Landry VS Bree Smith
WINNER: Draw BY: Double Count-Out, 11:14 |
We cut backstage as the newly arrived David Rosenberg and Marshal Smith make their way down a hallway. David is in mid sentence while Marshal is performing some shadow boxing.
David Rosenberg:
Constantine seems like a piece of shit who doesn’t know how to wrestle, but the guy is smart. He knows his strengths and weaknesses and he’ll strike when it’s the best time to pull the trigger. You do what you need to do and when you least expect it Constantine will come in clutch and get the W. Now I wouldn’t try to get any tips or pointers from him, he’s full of himself and doesn’t like anyone…unless they’re either paying him or you’re saving his ass. So keep your distance and keep both eyes on him at all times.
Turning a corner, they reach Constantine’s locker. Marshal is about to knock but David stops him.
David Rosenberg:
I’m the one that knocks.
Marshal rolls his eyes as David gives the door a couple of knocks before entering.
David Rosenberg:
Constantine! Nice to see you again, and this time not stuck in China starving to death underneath Chinese Communism.
Constantine and Rosenberg shake hands and give a quick embrace. Constantine looks Marshal up and down and doesn’t look impressed.
CCJ:
I thought he would be bigger.
Marshal is about to say something but David steps in and addressed CCJ.
David Rosenberg:
You’ll soon see first hand what my client can do. A little rough around the edges but he’ll make quick work of Clyde Sutter & Tiffany Lynn-Page. You’ll barely have to lift a finger, I promise. All you’ll have to do is smile, hit your signature moves, and get an easy pay day with a W next to your name.
CCJ looks Marshal over again, and quickly forms a smile as he shakes the hand of Marshal.
CCJ:
I’m just joshing you. Look at you! Built like a brick wall. How many times you hit the gym? Three, four times a day? Listen, let’s talk strategy because I have some ideas I want to run across you.
CCJ looks over his shoulder and sees the camera still rolling behind Rosenberg.
CCJ:
Can we get some privacy? Huh?
Rosenberg quickly bursts into the scene and waves the camera crew away.
David Rosenberg:
Alright you rats! Let’s get out of here before I have Marshal toss your flabby asses out of here.
The camera crew quickly moves back until the door slams in front of them.
Tag Team Match
Clyde Sutter & Tiffany Lynn-Page VS Chris Constantine Junior & Marshal Smith
WINNER: Tiffany Lynn-Page & Clyde Sutter BY: Pinfall (Schoolboy Pin), 13:08 |
Previously Recorded
The Tiki bar by the pool is surprisingly empty – then again it’s very late and most people are either sleeping or partying elsewhere –, a very few souls pullulating around. Sitting in a corner, with a white shirt on, Hawaiian print shorts, and flip-flops – a fancy way of being dressed – is Gareth Prichard Jr, drink in hand and smiling. What has become a very unfamiliar sight for MWE fans – because he’s just content on getting paid and doing shit, thank you, Grace! – is now happening, just days – weeks – after Lowri Moss captured the MWE World Title. Of course, Gareth was there getting paid and drinking whisky; that’s what you do when your life partner wins the big one – but tonight feels different, in this Tiki bar; with his colorful drink, Gareth doesn’t have the look of a spectator; sure, he looks festive and happier than he has looked in months… but he isn’t a spectator.
He takes a sip of whatever drink he’s having and stands up. As he walks around the pool the swift Caribbean breeze hits him and the sound of the waves crashing against the beach is soothing enough. He seems to be enjoying himself; then he stops and turns around to look at the camera.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
Let me be clear for a moment; don’t think for a second that I’m here for YOU, because I’m not. I’m not here for your entertainment, I’m not here for your enjoyment, and for certain I’m not here because I missed anyone… especially you… yes, you watching this. No, if I’m here is because of this.
Gareth extends his left arm, while he holds the glass tightly as if to show the beach, the pool, and everything in between.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
And this marvelous Rum Runner I have in my hands. I’m sure most of the people in this show are here because of the paid vacation, even if they all pucker up and endure your cloying hugs and cheers – truth of the matter is, they signed up for the vacation, not your adulation. But all those things aside and for as much as I’d love to rant and talk for like twenty minutes, you don’t deserve that… so I’ll be brief.
Taking another sip from his Rum Runner, Gareth sits on the concrete fence giving his back to the ocean. Gently putting his glass to one side he crosses both legs and sits in a lotus position as he stares holes into the camera before speaking.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
There are rumblings of movements happening within this organization. Movements whose sole purpose is to do things I’ve talked about for ages and when I did everyone turned their backs on me. Movements that might expect me to aid them; to be there with them… to teach them a Masterclass for free in how to be disgruntled and disrupt everything whenever you’re near. Yet, I won’t. Not because I don’t believe in what they’re saying… I do. I won’t because I don’t care enough to do something.
Gareth takes a deep breath while closing his eyes; when he opens them he makes a sound as his tongue leaves the upper part of his mouth and speaks.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
We’ve been doing this far too long, to be honest. Been around the world, seen a bunch of simpletons, and met a bunch of sheep… twice over. We’ve been asked to endure things and people we don’t want to endure just for the sake of “business” and just as I’ve been saying all over the globe to the ears that are willing to listen to me… I’m tired of it all.
A devilish smirk appears on Gareth’s face as he pulls a lighter out of his right pocket and turns it on. He stares at the flame dancing, throws some of the Rum Runner in his hand, and lights it on before speaking.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
So, for once in your life listen to me. Fuck them, time-space travelers; fuck the mythological being that carries warriors to Valhalla; fuck the kid that says they’re a ‘masterclass’ in tomfoolery; eat the fucking rich… I’m going to light this motherfucker like I’m Ezra Miller in Hawai’i and then… we leave!
Gareth squashes the flames on his hands and takes the drink with him as he leaves and the scene fades to black.
The Tiki bar by the pool is surprisingly empty – then again it’s very late and most people are either sleeping or partying elsewhere –, a very few souls pullulating around. Sitting in a corner, with a white shirt on, Hawaiian print shorts, and flip-flops – a fancy way of being dressed – is Gareth Prichard Jr, drink in hand and smiling. What has become a very unfamiliar sight for MWE fans – because he’s just content on getting paid and doing shit, thank you, Grace! – is now happening, just days – weeks – after Lowri Moss captured the MWE World Title. Of course, Gareth was there getting paid and drinking whisky; that’s what you do when your life partner wins the big one – but tonight feels different, in this Tiki bar; with his colorful drink, Gareth doesn’t have the look of a spectator; sure, he looks festive and happier than he has looked in months… but he isn’t a spectator.
He takes a sip of whatever drink he’s having and stands up. As he walks around the pool the swift Caribbean breeze hits him and the sound of the waves crashing against the beach is soothing enough. He seems to be enjoying himself; then he stops and turns around to look at the camera.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
Let me be clear for a moment; don’t think for a second that I’m here for YOU, because I’m not. I’m not here for your entertainment, I’m not here for your enjoyment, and for certain I’m not here because I missed anyone… especially you… yes, you watching this. No, if I’m here is because of this.
Gareth extends his left arm, while he holds the glass tightly as if to show the beach, the pool, and everything in between.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
And this marvelous Rum Runner I have in my hands. I’m sure most of the people in this show are here because of the paid vacation, even if they all pucker up and endure your cloying hugs and cheers – truth of the matter is, they signed up for the vacation, not your adulation. But all those things aside and for as much as I’d love to rant and talk for like twenty minutes, you don’t deserve that… so I’ll be brief.
Taking another sip from his Rum Runner, Gareth sits on the concrete fence giving his back to the ocean. Gently putting his glass to one side he crosses both legs and sits in a lotus position as he stares holes into the camera before speaking.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
There are rumblings of movements happening within this organization. Movements whose sole purpose is to do things I’ve talked about for ages and when I did everyone turned their backs on me. Movements that might expect me to aid them; to be there with them… to teach them a Masterclass for free in how to be disgruntled and disrupt everything whenever you’re near. Yet, I won’t. Not because I don’t believe in what they’re saying… I do. I won’t because I don’t care enough to do something.
Gareth takes a deep breath while closing his eyes; when he opens them he makes a sound as his tongue leaves the upper part of his mouth and speaks.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
We’ve been doing this far too long, to be honest. Been around the world, seen a bunch of simpletons, and met a bunch of sheep… twice over. We’ve been asked to endure things and people we don’t want to endure just for the sake of “business” and just as I’ve been saying all over the globe to the ears that are willing to listen to me… I’m tired of it all.
A devilish smirk appears on Gareth’s face as he pulls a lighter out of his right pocket and turns it on. He stares at the flame dancing, throws some of the Rum Runner in his hand, and lights it on before speaking.
Gareth Prichard Jr:
So, for once in your life listen to me. Fuck them, time-space travelers; fuck the mythological being that carries warriors to Valhalla; fuck the kid that says they’re a ‘masterclass’ in tomfoolery; eat the fucking rich… I’m going to light this motherfucker like I’m Ezra Miller in Hawai’i and then… we leave!
Gareth squashes the flames on his hands and takes the drink with him as he leaves and the scene fades to black.
Singles Match
Gareth Prichard Jr. VS Luna (w/ West Long)
WINNER: Luna BY: DQ, 9:15 |
"I Want It All" by Queen begins to play over the arena's PA system and the crowd gets on their feet as "Lady Limitless" Alex Andrews walks out into the stage. She takes a moment to soak in the crowd as they definitely have been on her side throughout her journey here in MWE. She pats her heart, showing the love is reciprocated, smiling wide as she makes her way down to the ring, slapping a few hands as she passes. From there, Alex climbs the steel steps and climbs into the ring. She plays to the crowd a little before motioning for a microphone, which is then handed to her.
Alex Andrews:
Thank you for the warm reception, guys. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. Truly.
Alex smiles brightly as she nods and continues.
Alex Andrews:
So, as you see and saw, for the first time in nearly a calander year, aim without some sort of MWE gold. And just saying those words, it's a bit humbling. To think this girl from Tennessee spent so much of the past year as a champion is just a bit nuts to me. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. I learned so much, about myself and life in general being your MENTV and Riot Champion. And I'm forever grateful for you guys for your support as I tried to blaze my own trail, on my own terms. Doing things my way, not Pierce Manning's way. Not Devin Hearst's way. Mine.
Alex's demeanor softens a bit as she talks.
Alex Andrews:
But I also have to give props to Clyde Sutter. I do. He called his shot and accomplished what he said he was going to do. But the way I see it, it wasn't a massacre. He didn't leave me in a pool of my own blood and I definitely held my own against overwhelming odds. It just didn't end my way and I accept that. Just keep swimming, right?
She laughs.
Alex Andrews:
As for my next goal here in MWE, I was thinking…
And before she has time to finish her thought, she's interrupted by “Artemis” by Lindsey Stirling, Ciaran Page leads first as he overshadows Darcy Graves who walks out behind him. He is holding a microphone, as Darcy looks down at the ring, looking at one of her former rivals. She laughs a bit then, goes back to her serious face, as Ciaran looks down at her. He adjusts his suit before speaking.
Ciaran Page:
So what your saying is, that for the first time since you’ve been here, you’ve had no gold is that right. What were you expecting these hypocrites to be supportive. Sure, they will be the ones to eat you alive, without a second thought. See that’s why I’ve been training Darcy to do what she does but better. So you were about to say something about your future?
Ciaran then looks into the ring waiting for her to speak once more. Darcy kept her hands on the chain she carried, She looked at Alex, the microphone remained in his hand, as he crossed his hands. Alex sighs and shakes her head.
Alex Andrews:
I didn't say that it wasn't my first time here without gold, I've been here longer than a year and yes, I know these people will be supportive because they have been with me every step of the way. I know you two wouldn't understand this, but I've become one of the more popular people in this company. Why? Because they can get behind my 'never give up' attitude.
Alex chuckles as she continues.
Alex Andrews:
As I was saying, for the the first time in a little while, I'm not exactly certain what my future in MWE holds. But if this is y'all laying down a challenge? Count me in. This wouldn't be the first time Darcy thinks she can stand in my way….
Ciaran laughs a bit to himself as he looked at Alex. Darcy’s laser focus, as she takes a step forward and Ciaran puts his hand out, stopping her. He then listens.
Ciaran Page:
if I am to understand this correctly, if you think I am laying down the challenge for her, you are sadly mistaken as to what I am doing. We came out here, because you’ve gotten lucky over Darcy, So here’s what I suggest, because you’ve had Faithe cause multiple distractions in the past, and she isn’t here. Face Darcy in a match, but this won’t just be any match, no.
Darcy rips the microphone from his hand, charging down to the ring, sliding in underneath the ring looking at Alex face to face.
Darcy Graves:
You… Me… Two out of Three Falls… Next show.
Alex's eyes go a bit wide at the challenge. Her face quickly moves into a smile.
Alex Andrews:
Two out of three falls? That's what you want? I'm down for it. You got yourself a deal!
Darcy flips the microphone out of her hand, then moves forward to look Alex in the eyes. She then steps back, stepping towards the edge of the ring. She turns around giving Alex a hard slap across the face, then rolls herself out of the ring. Ciaran comes down and pulls his daughter back, while she taunted Alex. Alex just glares at Darcy as she walks back up the ramp way.
Singles Match
"The Masterclass" VS Clyde Eldon Jr.
WINNER: ”Masterclass” Faith Savell BY: Pinfall (Lost Your Faith), 8:06 |
We cut backstage to Megan and Pierce Manning sitting at a fancy table. Of course there is wine in front of them as they sit side by side together. When the camera came close, Megan sneered.
Megan Manning:
What do you trash people want, huh? To get the big scoop from Pierce and I? To hear us talk about that idiot, Seth Iser? Or how about that dumb bitch Nina and the bigger moron Billy? Time and time again, Pierce and I have to deal with people beneath us!
She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
Megan Manning:
I’m so sick of it. I’m sick of Pierce and myself not getting our rightful place on the card. We are the marquee, we are the building blocks of Millennium. When will all of you realize that? You should be thanking us and groveling at our feet. Instead? Instead we have to deal with the silly antics of Vincent Moretti, a man who should never be given power but here we are, going up against the world because you all FEAR our power!
Pierce nods enthusiastically.
Pierce Manning:
Exactly!! There are days I wonder, why do we even bother? The fact Grace allows her two drones to constantly disrespect us speaks to the depths of her ineptitude. Then I remind myself how much fun it will be to make everyone's lives on the roster a living nightmare, like Tiff. Thanks to Faiz, we are going to end that bitch in a steel cage on the next show. Might as well do the same to Nina and Billy tonight. Some morons don't deserve to have careers. Right babe?
Pierce rests his hand on Megan's before she looks at him and smiles widely with a nod of her head.
Megan Manning:
Exactly! I’ve been waiting for SO LONG to get my hands on Tiff again. We will end her and all of her pathetic bitching and crying. She’s fake and an attention whore. She doesn’t belong here in our company. She doesn’t belong in the Manning’s Millennium! This is ours! And tonight? We’re going to show how true that is!
Megan grabbed Pierce’s hand and squeezed it.
Megan Manning:
The bond that Pierce and I have is unbreakable. Nina and Billy? They are a team that was just thrown together. We all know how much of a piece of shit Billy is, he’s barely a wrestler. As for Nina? She’s one concussion away from being put in a coma. Maybe we’ll assist her along with that, hm?
A sinister grin runs across her lips. Pierce smirks as well, excited by the way his wife is speaking.
Pierce Manning:
Nina. Billy. Tiff. MWE. And especially YOU Seth...
Pierce points at the camera.
Pierce Manning:
It's high time everyone learns their place... below us.
Pierce smirks before Megan places her hand on his chin and pulls him toward her and the two share a passionate kiss for the camera to see before the scene cuts away.
Tag Team Match
Falls Count Anywhere
Falls Count Anywhere
The Mannings VS Nina & Billy Danielson
WINNER: Billy Danielson & Nina BY: Pinfall (The Franchise), 7:21 |
Here we find the twins, Aliyah and Annica Greene, Bad & Boujee as it were, dressed to compete tonight against their number two enemies in K2O. Perfectly matched in bright tropical print gear, with some really cute fringe on it too, they are talking to a few fans wanting selfies and autographs before they turn to speak with the cameraman.
Aliyah Greene:
There was somethin’ kinda peaceful when them two were gone. Hard to put that into words but we’re makin’ this effort. Now Olly’s Please Shank Me In Prison ass, he was doin’ good without that albatross with the flat ass and the Wite Out complexion that was his tag partner Karen, not gonna lie. Makin waves and stackin some cash, even. But no, like errythin else Karen gotta make things about her and here we are.
Annica Greene:
We promised y’all not a minute’s peace and well, we know for a fact we stuck under Karen’s skin like a splinter. She ain’t relevant unless she’s tryin’ to bury somebody so trust us when we say, shut up Karen ain’t nobody got time to listen to anythin you say or anythin you Tweet. Stupid. It’s like when her ass went flat all that extra fat traveled up and lodged in her brain.
They lift their hands in total synch with each other, not really hiding the grins and laughs, but being coy, for sure, before they drop them, again in that perfect synch.
Aliyah Greene:
Would explain a few things for real though.
Annica Greene:
Facts are, we are enjoyin’ ourselves here in Cancun while you two make yaselfs more miserable than anybody else could. Olly got to be feelin’ that drag, that ball n’ chain on his career while Karen scramble with them bony paws of hers tryin’ to get herself one more win, one more paycheck to blow on a designer bag that’s at least two seasons ago.
Aliyah Greene:
Get help, your expiration date been showin’ like a tag on a vintage t-shirt at the Goodwill. Death will find you with or without that tag, let it goooooooo.
Annica Greene:
You got your mitts on the Millennium Tag Championships… K2O. Jesus Christ save this company from this bullshit amen amen… but don’t worry. Either on this prime beach or Soon… REALLY DAMN SOON… we gonna rescue them belts and make them shine again. Trust that.
The pair no look high five, shimmy their hips and head out.
MWE Tag Team Championship Match
No Champions' Advantage
No Champions' Advantage
K2O © VS Bad & Boujee
WINNER: Bad & Boujee (NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS) BY: Pinfall (Roll-Up), 16:33 |
Pre-recorded…
The camera begins to roll. Immediately we spy the image of “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock. The beautiful blonde is wearing a knee length white skirt, matching white long sleeve blouse, and light pink high heeled pumps. Her long blonde hair hangs unrestrained to past the shoulders. A confident but not overly arrogant smirk is written across her lovely features.
Glory Braddock:
The Battle for the Briefcase is never an easy thing to win. I mean, let’s face it, historically speaking the winner of this is almost guaranteed to become the new MWE World Champion. So of course I would expect nothing less than the stiffest of competition and the most extreme of challenges, because it is absolutely necessary in order to prove that you are worthy of being the potential standard bearer, the potential heir to the throne, the next MWE World Champion.
Braddock pats herself on the chest.
Glory Braddock:
And that’s what I want…I want to be MWE World Champion. But even more than that, I want to test myself against the very best this business has to offer. I want to match my skillset against the best competitors, I want to challenge myself in matches that are not necessarily my strength. So far I went toe to toe with one of the most intense competitors I have ever faced in Valkyrie, I put my body on the line in a street fight against one of the greatest world champions MWE has ever seen in Melissa Reeves. Both times I have risen to the occasion. Both times The British Bombshell beat the odds and advanced.
The British Bombshell nods her head. Her face growing a little more intense.
Glory Braddock:
Both times I was the underdog. Both times no one expected me to overcome those odds but I did! And that’s when it hit me. The past few months I have been busting my ass in my own journey of rediscovery. I have been trying to find the original Glory Braddock, the heart and fire and determination that led me to winning a one night single elimination tournament to win a championship on my debut night! That will to win, that will to never give up that led me to winning my first world championship during my rookie year when no one expected me to do it. But I knew I could do it, I knew I would do it, and so I went out there and proved the critics wrong. I went in and busted all my enemies in the mouth and I won.
Braddock smirks knowingly.
Glory Braddock:
Now here we are again, the semi-finals of the Battle for the Briefcase and yet again I find myself as an underdog. Nothing different about that. And quite honestly, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Raze and his thugs think that they have a monopoly over this tournament. They think they are guaranteed this briefcase. They think that they have this battle for the briefcase all wrapped up in a nice shiny wrapper with a bow on it and everything.
Glory shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
Maybe they did…but now Raze has run right into The British Bombshell. If you think I’m intimidated by you then you truly are delusional, mate. There isn’t a man or woman alive who can intimidate me. I have beaten up and beaten down monsters bigger and badder than you. Bigger bullies than you have stepped up to me and I smacked them right in the mouth and do you know where those bullies, those monsters, are today Raze? Most of them are no longer in this business. So do you honestly believe I’m worried about what you could do to me inside of a steel cage?
Braddock points a finger at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
You should be worried about what I could do to you. And so what if you have a gang of thugs backing you up. I’ve stared down armies in my time and made them blink first. People have come at me with all the backup under God’s green earth and I still came out victorious! So do you think I’m worried about your backup? Like I said, I’m not worried. The only one who should be worried, Raze, is you…you and your pals should be worried, because NOTHING about The Battle for the Briefcase is guaranteed as long as I am in this damn tournament!
The British Bombshell shuts her eyes.
Glory Braddock:
Sic Semper Tyrannis…
Battle For The Briefcase Match
Semi Final: Steel Cage Match
Gloria Braddock VS RAZESemi Final: Steel Cage Match
WINNER: Glory Braddock BY: Cage Escape, 15:29 |
“Loner Boogie” by Boy Azooga plays over the PA system, immediately creating a buzz amongst those present on the beach, and once the song's intro finishes, Lowri Moss walks out through the curtains, which only causes the cheers to increase in volume. Dressed casually, with the MWE World Championship over one shoulder, Lowri stands on the stage for a moment, smiling broadly as she surveys the crowd, savouring the reception. She makes her way down towards the ring, and as she does so, she makes an effort to slap the hands of as many as possible of the fans that reach out to her. After arriving at ringside, instead of going to climb the steps as she usually would, Lowri heads around the side of the ring, continuing to slap hands with the fans in the front row, occasionally stopping to oblige when someone asks if they can have a selfie with the new champion. Eventually she reaches the commentators’ desk, at which point she stops to shake hands with Peyton Holland and Ambra Monroe. She then unfastens the championship from around her waist, climbs onto the commentary table and holds aloft her title, eliciting another roar from the crowd. She holds the title in the air for a moment or two, before putting it over her shoulder, jumping off the table, and resuming her walk around the ringside area, again slapping hands with the fans in the front row. Once Lowri completes her lap of the ring, she clambers up onto the ring apron, steps through the ropes, and heads for the nearest corner. She climbs to the second rope, makes the familiar ILY gesture with her right hand, and then raises her title again, drawing further cheers and applause from the crowd. After holding the title in the air for a few more seconds, soaking in the reaction, she drops back down and goes to collect a microphone, and as her music fades out, she glances around at the fans that are in attendance, basking in their cheers. She starts by attempting a greeting in the local language.
Lowri Moss:
¿Qué es… lo que está... ocurriendo, Cancun?
Lowri has a slight frown on her face as she says that, unsure whether or not it was coherent, although the pop that she receives in response suggests that it was.
Lowri Moss:
I apologise to all of you native Spanish speakers for butchering your language– I’m going to stick to English for the rest of this.
She visibly relaxes, smiling as she continues.
Lowri Moss:
Four weeks ago, just before this year’s Battle For The Briefcase tournament got underway on the first night of the MWE Summer Beach Tour, I stood in this ring and explained the reason for my absence from the tournament; I said that I didn’t need the briefcase in order to be a contender for the World Championship, and I challenged BROOKFORD to a match for the World title at the following show– a match that was subsequently made official by Elsa McCarthy.
She takes the briefest of pauses, before proceeding.
Lowri Moss:
By the time that we got to Maui for the second night of the Summer Beach Tour, BROOKFORD had already surpassed the record that had been set previously by Melissa Reeves for the longest reign as MWE World Champion. The chance to break that record was no longer something that anybody would be able to take away from him, and I know there were people who thought that I wouldn’t be able to take the World title away from BROOKFORD either, people who thought that for all of my obvious ability, that I was going to come up short against him, just like Duke Andrews had, like Glory Braddock had, and like Melissa herself had. But I knew differently– I knew that I was different.
The already-big smile on Lowri’s face broadens further.
Lowri Moss:
Now BROOKFORD hadn't gotten that far by luck– winning a World title and holding onto it successfully for almost six months doesn’t happen by fluke– but he hadn’t yet faced a challenger like me during his reign, and he would’ve known, even if he wouldn’t have admitted it publicly, that our match wasn’t going to be just “another day at the office” for him. And so that proved to be the case: BROOKFORD wouldn't be adding to his number of successful defences, or to his number of days as champion, because try as he might, he couldn't run through me like he had run through everyone else.
Lowri gives a shake of her head.
Lowri Moss:
I’ve said it before that when I set my sights on something, I don’t stop until I get it, and nothing was going to stop me that night– BROOKFORD's days as champion were numbered. It took pretty much everything that I had, but I knew that it was my time, that nothing was going to stop me, and sure enough, when it was all said and done, I ended the night as the NEW MWE WORLD CHAMPION!
The fans cheer loudly again, as Lowri holds up her title once more.
Lowri Moss:
Had I not asked to be removed from the number one contender match back at Dark Web, then who knows, maybe I would've already been World Champion, but I did things the way that I believed they should be done, refusing to accept an opportunity that at the time I didn’t deserve, and having now won the title, having won it the right way, without taking any shortcuts, without compromising my values or my principles, you can be sure that I’m going to defend it in exactly the same manner.
She now nods her head.
Lowri Moss:
I aim to be a champion that all of you and the whole promotion can be proud of. I know that as the champion in MWE, there’ll be no shortage of would-be challengers, all wanting to dethrone me, at least one of whom has already made their intentions clear.
She is referring to a recent tweet from Julian Savell, in which he stated that he had wanted to be the one to “knock off” BROOKFORD, but that he would “settle for Lowri.”
Lowri Moss:
In fact, I can reveal to you all that I have been informed that in a few weeks from now, I will be making my first defence of the World title at the show in Sharm El-Sheikh, in Egypt.
The crowd buzzes upon hearing that announcement.
Lowri Moss:
I don’t know who’s going to be my first challenger, or how they’ll be determined, but whoever it is, I simply say, bring it on! I know from experience that winning a title is one thing, retaining it is quite another, but I intend to keep hold of this–
Lowri taps the faceplate of the World title.
Lowri Moss:
For some time to come.
As Lowri once again raises her title, and as the crowd again cheers loudly for her, “Loner Boogie” by Boy Azooga begins to play over the PA system. She then goes to hand back her microphone, before stepping through the ropes, and heading backstage.
Battle For The Briefcase Match
Semi Final: Steel Cage Match
Tiana Petrova-Hammond VS Julian SavellSemi Final: Steel Cage Match
WINNER: Julian Savell BY: Cage Escape, 21:29 |