MWE Summer Beach Tour: Barcelona

MWE Summer Beach Tour: Barcelona Sept 8, 2022 14:09:13 GMT -6

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Post by gvb on Sept 8, 2022 14:09:13 GMT -6

MWE Summer Beach Tour: Barcelona
Live from Mar Bella Beach in Barcelona, Spain
Friday, July 29th, 2022

The lights dimmed before “The Devil Within” blared over the PA system. Faith Savell stepped out to the entrance way, wearing an expensive green crop top and skirt. The fans rained her with boos. She couldn’t help but grin at the reaction before she made her way down to the ring. Faith called for a microphone and one was handed to her.

Faith Savell:
Well, well, well, isn’t it my adoring fans?

She grinned as more boos were sent her way.

Faith Savell:
I know how much you all wanted me gone. You all rejoined when I was taken out by Lucy, when my career was almost cut short when I was on top of the world. That’s why I never trusted any of you. You all pray for my downfall. You’re sick, every one last one of you.

She recieved more and more boos.

Faith Savell:
But I digress. I’m not here for revenge. No, I’m classier than that. I rise above it. The issues that I’ve had with the likes of Tiff and Faizah? Please. I don’t even care anymore. Why? Because neither of them are on my level and they never will be. There’s a reason both of them are champions right now and are thriving. It’s because I was gone and not here to outshine them. But lo and behold, I’m back.

She raised her hands in the air and smiled.

Faith Savell:
And I’m here to do it in a way like none of you have ever seen. That’s why I’m The Masterclass. That’s why you have people like Tiff and Faizah furious at my return. They’re scared. Even Lucy, who acts like some super badass, is afraid. That’s why she’s scrambling to have daddy dearest by the company.

Faith rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Faith Savell:
Do you see the rippling effect that I have? My appearance alone has shaken Millennium to its core. That’s what The Masterclass does. As for purchasing Millennium? I could have done it ten times over and more. But will I?

She scoffed.

Faith Savell:
No. I don’t need to do that to have my way. I’ll have my way through my abilities, through being a natural talent. Nobody in this company is smarter than I am. Nobody knows how to play to their strengths and everyone else’s weaknesses like I can! I am The Masterclass because of my intelligence and adaptability.

She pointed at the camera.

Faith Savell:
So, for all of you who were worried that I would be on some revenge tour? Don’t be afraid. I won’t be attacking you from behind. No, I’ll be outworking you and outshining you, right in front of your eyes. You will see me coming and there won’t be anything you can do to stop me. You can try and keep up. You can try and copy me and what I do. But at the end of the day? You’ll keep trying to imitate me but you’ll never replicate me. I am the one.

She stepped closer to the camera she was looking at, leaning over the top rope to get a good look at it.

Faith Savell:
I am The Masterclass.

She dropped the mic and her theme hit before she rolled out of the ring and made her exit up the ramp, having made the statement that she intended to.

Triple Threat Match
Winner qualifies for the #1 contender match

Clyde Eldon Jr. VS Crystal Zdunich VS Matt Stone

The night in Barcelona started with the first of three matches to determine who will compete later tonight for a chance to face Lowri in Sharm El-Sheikh. The first pool of competitors included Clyde Eldon Jr, Crystal Zdunich and the former Intercontinental champion Matt Stone, None of them was really a fan favorite, but if they had to pick one to cheer tonight, it definitely wouldn't be Matt Stone who decided to piss off the crowd by wearing a Real Madrid jersey. There were a few Planet Faizah signs, but the most cheered, and that was news to her as well, was Crystal. She looked in great shape, determined to make the best of this unexpected opportunity as she took Clyde down with a headscissor and planted Matt on his head with a DDT.
Christina was on fire tonight, controlling the first part of the match and making it look easy. After dropping Stone with a neckbreaker she turned toward Clyde and swung her leg for the Flashing Lights. Eldon ducked at the very last second and sprinted toward the ropes, bouncing back and breaking Zdunich in half with his For You, Dad spear. The member of Planet Faizah was quick to hook the woman’s leg to make his first cover attempt, one that was broken by Matt at the very last moment.
After an initial phase where he seemingly underestimated his opponents, Stone stepped up his game and took the initiative. He got rid of Karen’s son by tossing him over the top rope, then focused on Crystal .clocking her with a spinning backfist that left her open to the Stone Cutter. Zdunich kicked out in two and immediately rolled out of the ring, clutching her lower back in pain.
Matt took on the returning Clyde, the two of them going back and forth trading right hands in the middle of the ring. CEJ looked surprised when a right punch to the jaw staggered the former IC champion, but he quickly shook it off and followed with a clothesline. He then laid down several stomps to the Canadian’s chest. After several of those that left Matt coughing and writhing in pain, Clyde ran to the ropes and jumped on the Abominable Showman with a senton. The referee started the count, stopping at two and half as Matt raised his shoulder.
All three of them were producing the maximum effort to get that win. Christina connected her Rock & Roll on Matt, but Clyde broke up the pin. He then got down in position and waited until Matt pulled himself up, running through him with the second For You Dad spear of his match. Stone wisely rolled under the bottom rope to avoid the pin, leaving Clyde alone with Christina who, in the meantime, had climbed to the top rope, from where she connected the Mega Buster. The former IC and Lockdown champion rolled back in and returned the courtesy, dropping Crystal with her own Rock & Roll. Classic Stone, Being A Douche and stealing the win.

WINNER: Matt Stone
BY: Pinfall (Rock & Roll), 9:16

Dalek is backstage next to a very confused Robbie Hayden.

Robbie Hayden
Uh, I am backstage with…well…

He looks down at the menacing genocidal trash can.

Robbie Hayden
...do you even have a name?

Dalek:
MY NAME IS DALEK VAN BEEK!

Robbie Hayden
Wait…what? I thought you were Dalek Street?

Dalek:
THIS IS CORRECT! BUT THEN THE HUMAN FLESH CREATURE KNOWN AS KENNEDY STREET BETRAYED THE DALEK EMPIRE! HER BETRAYAL RESULTED IN ME FILING FOR DIVORCE! GRACE VAN BEEK IS NOW MY WIFE!

Robbie Hayden
Ok…does Grace even know that she is now your…ahem…wife?

Dalek:
DOES IT MATTER, HUMAN FLESH CREATURE?

Robbie Hayden
Well it kinda does.

Dalek:
UNDER SKARO LAW I DO NOT NEED TO GIVE NOTIFICATION OF MARRIAGE! YOU ARE NOW MY SECOND WIFE, HUMAN FLESH CREATURE HAYDEN! DO YOU SEE HOW EASY THIS IS?!

Robbie sighs.

Robbie Hayden
Who gave me this assignment? Anyway…why don’t we just cut to the chase and discuss your match tonight?

Dalek:
I WILL EXTERMINATE ANNA DANIELS! I WILL EXTERMINATE NINA! I WILL EXTERMINATE ALL WHO GET BETWEEN ME AND THE MWE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! I WILL CLAIM THE MWE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP IN THE NAME OF THE DALEK EMPIRE AND FOR MY WIFE GRACE VAN BEEK! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!

Triple Threat Match
Winner qualifies for the #1 contender match

Anna Daniels VS Nina VS Dalek

It’s not everyday that you get to fight a Time Lord and a Dalek, and yet Nina didn’t seem too thrilled. She was keeping her eyes on the overgrown tin can who kept rolling back and forth while yelling cosmic nonsense. Daniels took advantage and struck the distracted LPW Anarchy champion from behind with a forearm to the side of the head. Wasting no time, the Muse quickly moved behind Nina’s back and pushed her into the Dalek. The dazed Chicago native stumbled back into a Tiger suplex from Anna, who then hit a second one and completed the trifecta known as Threeish Doctors.
As always, the Dalek’s offense was the most unorthodox you could picture. Between blinding Anna with flashing lights and running into her or spraying the dreaded Ghost Chili juice right in Nina’s mouth, the Genocidal Can From Outer Space showed off his arsenal, entertaining the Spanish fans.
Nina showed her playful side when, after throwing Anna out of the ring, she paid tribute to one of the country’s most characteristic, traditional and controversial forms of entertainment. Bullfighting. She taunted the Dalek, dodged its charges with elegant and fluid movements to be envied by the most experts matadores and finally struck him with the Snakebite. The axe kick didn’t knock down the Dalek, but it started flickering uncontrollably. A superkick knocked him down but before Nina could do anything, the Muse hit her with a springboard dropkick.
As the Dalek was using a number of tools to push itself up to a vertical base, Nina and Anna fought with great intensity. Using her incredible evasion skills, the Viper dodged most of the opponent’s attacks, hitting her with swift yet painful counters, like the kick to the ribs that doubled the Time Lord over. Nina kneeled down for a fireman’s carry takedown followed by an elbow drop to the chest, worth a count of two.
In the final part of the match, Daniels really stepped up her game, and none of the opponents could keep up with her anymore. The Dalek tried to attack the Time Lord with another one of his tricks, sticking out one of its telescopic arms to shock her with a cattle prod, but Anna stepped aside, blocked the extendable appendage and broke it on her knees! Some fans screamed in horror as the limb was now laying on the canvas and Dalek shut down into diagnostic mode. Even Nina seemed shocked, standing there as Daniels measured her up and connected the Interrobang for the one, two, three.

WINNER: Anna Daniels
BY: Pinfall (Interrobang), 9:52

We then head out to what’s increasingly been a figure standing alone of late in the former world champion Seth Iser. He’s wearing a ghoulish gray variation of his wrestling attire though the brace gleams that familiar black. To go with the muscular physique that’s been getting a little more toned he’s a little tanner then normal considering the vacation. It seems like there’s a calmness in his demeanor a little more so as he’s sitting there in reflection. You can see his face scrunch up briefly as he’s thinking about something for a brief moment before he sees the camera out of the corner of his eye and that facial expression vanishes.

Seth Iser:
You never know what’s in the depths of someone’s mind. I know that from first hand experience. The human psyche is like the vastness of the ocean. Some things are quite gorgeous… photogenic and pleasing to the eye. Then there’s the ugly, vicious parts that can lash out at anyone or anything for survival. And then you get to the depths…the very thing that’s often truly unexplored and…you really don’t know what’s down there until you see it with your own eyes.

There’s a continued calmness as he’s telling this from a sense of knowing…his face having a slight frown in an otherwise relaxed posture with the arms down.

Seth Iser:
One of the fastest ways to start exploring your own depths is when the motivation of revenge starts to creep into your mind. You’ll find terrible things under there…perhaps a monster you never knew that was inside of you…or worse yet, a poison. The kind of poison that can taint you forever. Nothing is more costly…nothing is more sterile than vengeance.

He quotes Winston Churchill with that, the tone being as gruff as you’d expect from Iser with that sneer starting to creep in.

Seth Iser:
It’s played out time and time again. It’s good to chase a target for ambitious reasons sure but when revenge is your primary motivator instead…it just consumes you whole. You’ll end up swallowed in the depths of your own mental ocean…drowning your sorrows while hoping to find a lifeline elsewhere. That’s what happened to one apprentice of mine when she got a case of the sin of Lockhart and hell…that’s also been a motivating factor a lot of the time in one part of this first triple threat tonight.

There’s still this calmness etched in Iser, the man who has seen damn near everything in professional wrestling as he leans back on the chair.

Seth Iser:
Andrew Raynes should be a world champion here, not just a Chicago Way champion. Experience, a willingness to bend or break the rules and a combination of styles that create a dangerous package. You can say his arrogance gets in the way but…I think his thirst for revenge toward people who have wronged him blinds his judgment far more often than he cares to admit. And that’s one of the worst kinds of weaknesses to try to endure when there’s a match with a lot of moving parts like this one. The motivation of trying to get back at Julian Nelson…turns into a poison. I recognize it better than anyone when you consider the shit he pulled on me.

For a brief moment there’s a brief smile that creeps onto his face as he states all of this, the calmness still emanating from the veteran.

Seth Iser:
You don’t want to hear that considering your own roads and experiences. I’ve been there too. But all you end up creating is a cycle of retaliation in the end. Lord knows I’ve had to endure that time and time again…when you give into hatred like that. All revenge…all vengeance ever does is create pain and heartbreak at the end of your road. But I’ll let the actions in the triple threat be the thing that speaks that message through to you more so.

After that there’s a nod of the head from the grizzled veteran of the industry, still maintaining that calm to his demeanor.

Seth Iser:
Then we got the kid who has the opportunity of a lifetime. He has to find a way to beat two veterans and then a second triple threat match to do it. Can he? Stranger things have happened but…sorry to say to the Dean…Dean Smith that is, but he’s just someone who is in the way for me. He could put it together one day but today won’t be that day. Hell you could have me stand across from the pope tonight…and even if I’m trying to teach people a lesson…that’s what they are right now…they’re in the way. I have a drive to get to world title number five…

He holds up the number five and the calmness is starting to dissipate slightly as he stands up to his feet and you get more of a reminder that he’s six foot five. There isn’t a semblance of a limp, he seems fairly healthy, especially by his standards and the adrenaline isn’t even fully flowing yet.

Seth Iser:
Lowri Moss is the current champion…also doing something that’s only ever been done by yours truly and that’s hold the FGA and MWE World championships at the same damn time. Only other person to do that is right here…talking to you right now.

There’s a coldness as he states that…more in line with what you’d expect from him a couple of years ago.

Seth Iser:
I need to be the one that gets through both of these triple threats…and I need to be the one to wrestle her for that championship. I know damn well I can beat her ass in the center of the ring with all the stakes on the line. And it’d be disappointing if I can’t get there…but Pierce…Megan. You two dare to try to get involve and sully this? It won’t help your odds of getting your match with me. Hell, you’d hate the consequences. So as much as you want to try to drag me into your business…you best stay out of mine.

He then pauses for a moment and his face darkens a little further.

Seth Iser:
But I just plan on being the one to get there…and stake my claim for being the man one more time…this is as good of a reminder as any to the entire wrestling world just who in the hell I am. I am Seth Iser! The game’s greatest hunter! And one of the best to ever play our little game…and everyone else…well…let’s see just where you REALLY stand against me. I just know for a damn fact that you approach me with nothing but vengeance or green ambition…it won’t be enough.

With that statement the veteran then walks past the camera and is ready to go to war twice.

Triple Threat Match
Winner qualifies for the #1 contender match

Dean Smith VS Seth Iser VS Andrew Raynes

Dean Smith came out tonight with something to prove. The days when he dominated the Invictus division were far gone, a peak he never quite reached ever since then. And in the first few minutes of the match he did just that, striking first and striking hard with a leaping knee that caught Seth right on the face, busting his nose. And while the grizzled veteran was cursing and wiping the blood from his mouth, Smith quickly turned around and caught Raynes with a throat strike, leaving him coughing. Driving his shoulder into the Embracer Of Hate’s midsection, Dean pushed him all the way back into the corner where he started delivering a series of uppercuts. He only stopped because Iser pulled him into an inverted suplex.
The former MWE World champion had been in his fair share of triple threat matches throughout his two decades long career, and he knew exactly how to pace himself and how to control the ring. A butterfly suplex to Dean here, a running big boot to keep Raynes in the corner before throwing Smith out of the ring with a clothesline, allowing himself to focus on the former Chicago Way champion.
Seth was one of the hardest hitting competitors in the company, but Raynes really gave him a run for his money. The Canadian was known for being able to take a lot of punishment and he confirmed it tonight as he resisted Iser’s flurry of offense and struck him with a headbutt, once again hitting him on the nose. As the veteran stumbled back, Andrew had enough space to connect the Code Of The Sith scoring a count of two before Smith broke up the pin.
Smith came incredibly close to a win that many would call an upset when he struck Seth with the Mean Dean after the former World champion dropped Raynes with the Pillar Of Truth, but Iser got his shoulder up just in the nick of time.
Once again the experience came into play, and Wrestling’s greatest mind found a way to steer the match back on his side. He watched the two opponents fighting from aside, taking some time to regroup and, like a predator, waiting for the right moment to strike. And that moment came when Dean tried to hit a German suplex on Raynes, who did his best to resist. Seth moved behind Smith’s back, wrapped his arms around his waist and lifted both men for a massive suplex. The crowd was on their feet, applauding the incredible feat of strength. But Iser wasn’t going to soak in the adulation, quickly capitalizing on the moment with a deprivation DDT on Dean. The former champion hooked the leg for the cover. Raynes tried a desperate save but he came a moment too late.

WINNER: Seth Iser
BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 10:36

Out here in Barcelona excitement is high as the night is jam packed with good action on the way. Including a title defense for Bree Smith who we find backstage with her championship over her shoulder. Standing next to her in the hallways is Gabriel Landy, the recent academy graduate who shared the ring with Bree in Cancun.

Bree Smith:
So what have you been up to in Spain, Dude?

Gabriel Landry:
Soaking in the scenery mainly. How crazy is it that someone my age gets to travel the world like this huh?

Bree Smith:
It happens more than you think. Influencers, athletes, but it's still awesome. Not as awesome as getting to bring the Lockdown Championship to all these places but still pretty awesome!

Bree says tapping her title with a confident chuckle.

Gabriel Landry:
Sounds like a quality problem to have.

Gabe smiles.

Bree Smith:
The best. You get a lot more dudes asking for a comment when you're carrying Millennium gold. Company's got a rich history after all.

Bree then spies in Gabe's back pocket a cap still in the protective film, a Bree hat nonetheless. Bree's first reaction is to give him a light punch on the arm.

Bree Smith:
DUDE you bought my merch?

It’s quite obvious that Gabriel is blushing.

Gabriel Landry:
Is that taboo? Do I come across like a mark? Is it normal to buy each others merch?

The two share a laugh when the moment is ruined by an angry Karen Eldon. Walking around the corner watching the two share a laugh.

Karen Eldon:
Um excuse me? What is going on? You talking to MY man?!

Karen yells at Bree stepping in between Bree and Gabriel.

Bree Smith:
Yes. That's exactly what was happening.

Bree says after she shut her eyes and made a brief "give me strength" face.

Bree Smith:
People talk everyday, Karen.

Karen Eldon:
I am sure you have other motives here Bree. And Gabriel you should stay away from these types of losers. I don't want her lack of talent rubbing off on you.

Karen stands between Bree and Gabriel, sizing up Bree a bit the two having never gotten along. Bree's happy to show her broad shoulders and posture back at Karen. She

Bree Smith:
I don't have any other motives, Karen. Don't be so paranoid. You're ruining my mojo with all your Kareness.

Gabriel can’t help but chuckle a little at Bree’s remark. He catches himself from laughing too much knowing it’ll piss Karen off. The last Gold Star Champion of Season 2 grabs Karen’s hand.

Gabriel Landry:
Seriously, enough of this. I don’t understand. Why do you go out of your way to be mean to people? You’re a former two time tag team champion. You have done more than enough to be considered one of the best in the sport. And I’m a big part of your life. Calling Bree a loser is uncalled for. She’s going to be the longest reigning Lockdown Champion in no time, if you ask me, that doesn’t make her a loser.

Bree smiles at the comment that Gabriel made. Karen rolls her eyes.

Gabriel Landry:
Anyway, you don’t get to dictate who I hang out with, you’re my girl. Not my mom! Even if you were, I would tell her the same thing.

Almost dismissing Gabriel's statement Karen instead only seems to have heard one part of it.

Karen Eldon:
Perhaps I should take that belt off her then…If she doesn't lose it later anyways.

Bree seems ready to remark back but Karen's phone goes off in her purse, turned up way too loud as old folks tend to do. Answering it despite the tension to further show her lack of respect.

Karen Eldon:
Yes Gabriel and I are coming…They are ready for our photoshoot.

Gabriel seems puzzled not having known about any photoshoot. Karen glares at Bree as she takes one last glance at her belt before turning. Gabriel gives a sympathetic look at Bree but follows her anyways exiting as Bree can only help but let out a sigh dealing with Karen.

Lockdown Championship Match

Bree Smith © VS Morag Bean

In the first of three title matches, Bree Smith was set to defend her Lockdown Championship against Morag Bean. The referee had just finished strapping the two competitors together and Morag immediately kicked Bree in the stomach, moving around her and using the gym strap to choke the champion out. Smith quickly backed down into the corner, using her weight to crush the smaller opponent against the turnbuckle and breaking free. She needed a moment to catch her breath and that was enough for Morag to climb to the top rope and hit her with a double axe handle to the head, knocking the champion down.
Bean walked to the second corner after touching the first one with her back when Bree slammed her into it. She tried to reach the third one as well but the champion pulled her into a massive lariat. Following a series of knee drops, Smith lifted the challenger and entertained the Spanish fans with the Backbreaker Reps, stringing six of those together.
This almost bought her enough time to complete the tour, getting close to touch the fourth turnbuckle and retain. But then the Cannibal Queen bit her calf, stopping the champion’s triumphal march. Just to be sure, she then took the champion down with a russian leg sweep and turned what would’ve been the fourth post she touched into her first.
Once again Morag climbed to the top, which turned out to be a bad decision in a match like this.As soon as she recovered, Bree yanked at the strap, pulling Bean down right into a devastating powerslam. If this was a one fall match, it would’ve ended there and then, but Bree having to touch all four corners gave Morag enough time to recover and, once again, stop her from achieving her goal.
The Iron Fang (RKO) hitting from out of nowhere, and Meera holding Bree by the legs, allowed Morag to come inches away from her first MWE title. But the champ wasn’t ready to see her reign come to an end. Kicking herself free from the Indian enforcer's grasp, she ran across the ring and tackled the Scotswoman to the ground. Tired of playing around, the champion showed off the Power Of Bree, connecting the triple German suplex and immediately following with the Bree-Show. Morag was laid out near the corner, but Bree didn't have any difficulty dragging her around until all four posts were touched.

WINNER: Bree Smith (STILL LOCKDOWN CHAMPION)
BY: Four Corners Touched, 10:08

We cut backstage to JJ Night, who just finished tying up his sneakers. He looked at the camera with that infectious smile of his and waved.

JJ Night:
Hello there! So, it looks like we have a triple threat tag tonight. I get to team with the bae, the boo, the amazing Evelyn Carter. We had a rough go at it our last time teaming but I have a good feeling about tonight.

He grinned and nodded.

JJ Night:
I respect Abby, she got a big win against me and our last match was screwy. Jasper is a good dude too. They’re definitely a formidable team and they have a nice combo of size and speed. But they don’t know each other like Vi and I do. I will say that team Rainer knows each other pretty well but…

He shrugs.

JJ Night:
I still don’t think they have what it takes to take me down. I mean, they have to resort to sneak bullcrap but it’s not going to get them far when they have to stand up in front of me. No more sneak attacks, just a good ol’ fashioned match. And wrestling? It’s what I do best. It’s why I’m the workhorse of MWE, the Junior Heavyweight Champion.

He pointed at the camera.

JJ Night:
Rainer, you’ve called your shot. You’re targeting my championship. But I don’t plan on losing this thing any time soon. So go ahead and try me. Bring everything that you got. But it won’t be enough. Just like tonight won’t be enough. You’re going down and I’m going to show the world why I’m one of the best to do it in Millennium. See you all out there.

The camera catches the Academy Year Two graduate Jasper King.leaning back against a wall. The former Gold Star was crunching a protein bar, already dressed in his black and orange “King Of Pumpkins” singlet. His presence there, near the female locker room area raised a few eyebrows though the young man seemed to be minding his own business, waiting for his tag partner for the night, Abby Blake.

There's a few moments of dead air, couple of seconds at most. Then the door swings open and Abby Blake comes out of the locker room. The blonde Blaker girl's eyes are entirely focused on her phone and replying with her speedy thumbs.

Abby chose a slightly different color scheme for her look. Inspired by Lightyear now on Disney+, she wore the light green and purple look, with her usual pink streak in her hair now a vibrant, hot purple and her makeup matches the look. Jasper ends up calling her out to get her attention.

Abby Blake:
Oh! Hey.

Blake locks her phone and holds it by her side. She shuffled her feet quickly over to Jasper King and greeted her tag partner with a chin up.

Abby Blake:
I ended up watching that movie you recommended. Pretty good in the end.

The camera zoomed out to highlight the height difference between the pair. She was having to look up but felt quite confident in who she had in her corner.

Abby Blake:
I hope you had a good sleep in preparation for tonight.

A bright smile spread across Jasper's face as he looked down at his friend. He quickly swallowed the last piece of bar, awkwardly cleaning his hand on the side of his thigh and looking for somewhere to throw the wrapper. Unable to find one, he decided to keep it in his closed fist.

Jasper King:
Oh yeah, I did thank you. I went to bed like super early, I need to be in top shape for this match. I don't want to make you look bad or stuff. I know how important a win tonight can be for you.

Abby Blake:
It is the end of the summer tour, so a win would be quite nice. It would get your name out there among the main roster as well. No pressure, but my sister and her S.O. are here tonight too - so yeah a win would be nice.

Jasper King:
Oh yeah, no pressure at all…

The big guy said with a nervous chuckle, scratching the top of his head.

Jasper King:
I'm not concerned about me tho. I still have a granted title shot in my pocket for being a Gold Star in the Academy and I'm just waiting for a good time to use it. You instead..

Jas shook his head.

Jasper King:
What happened to you was bull crap. You could be a champion by now but no, stupid Rainman had to stick his nose in your business.. I never liked the guy, I can't wait to punch him in the face.

Abby Blake:
Him.

Abby scoffs. The eye roll followed.

Abby Blake:
He's the human equivalent of a bucket of melted ice-cream, or pizza burn on the roof of your mouth.

She then took a step forward, punching through.

Abby Blake:
It would be nice to get him…right on the honker…

A low chuckle escaped Jasper’s lips. The history between him and Rainer was well known to anybody who watched The Academy. After enduring his “fat jokes” for a year, Jasper was now enjoying seeing someone making fun of Nordhagen.

Jasper King:
He should be thankful that you’ll punch him on the nose, because if I get my hands on him, I’m going to yeet him into the sea. And I hope he can’t swim.

Jas slammed his right fist on the palm of his left hand.

Jasper King:
But as much as I dislike him, I can’t deny that he’s talented. And sneaky. A very dangerous combination…

Abby visibly cringed at that description.

Abby Blake:
Those are the worst kind of people in wrestling. Just the worst.

Jasper King:
And Erika is cut from the same cloth, they really found each other.. It’s so frustrating to see people like them taking advantage and getting ahead of hard working people.. I won’t let this happen to you, not again.

Jasper said like he meant it, determined to give justice to his partner against Rainer.

Abby Blake:
I've been dealing with it a lot, seems to be a path a few people choose; not I though. I'd rather look back at my accomplishments and know I won everything because of my work, or in cases like tonight, solid team work.

That's when Abby threw a fist out. Clenched tightly, with a black fingerless glove covering up most of her hand. Jasper immediately caught the drift and formed a fist with his hand, almost twice the size of Abby’s. He gently bumped it against hers, a wide smile plastered on his face.

Jasper King:
This is the way.

He said in a quite convincing imitation of The Mandalorian.

Jasper King:
Rainer and Erika may have been weaseld their way into this match tonight, but their luck has run out. Tonight we show them that shortcuts can only take you so far. And after we get the win tonight, nobody will be able to deny you your fair shot at JJ’s title.

Abby Blake:
A title I really should have a fair shot at. JJ and I didn't get an end to our story. Let's go prove them wrong, partner.

Jasper King:
LET’S HECKING GO!

He shouted out loudly, his enthusiasm bringing a smile on Abby’s lips as the duo walked toward their match.

Triple Threat Tag Team Match

Team Rainer VS JJ Night & Evelyn Carter VS Abby Blake & Jasper King

Every person in this match had a reason to hate Rainer. Well, except his girlfriend and tag team partner. Erika Eldon, of course. Abby and JJ obviously were pissed about him ruining their match back in Cancun, while for Evelyn and Jasper, their issue with the German American started all the way back in the Academy. When Nordhagen claimed that he’d start the match, they all wanted a piece of him. After almost one minute of a lively discussion, Abby was the one left to start hostility against Rainer, but the former Gold Star immediately tagged his girl in.
Eldon’s head must’ve been spinning after the series of arm drags Abby put her through. Stumbling, the daughter of the former two time tag team champion gave the tag to Evelyn. As Carter stepped in the ring, she was offered a handshake by Blake. As soon as the hesitant Vi grabbed it, she pulled her into a rolling snapmare for her Shake-Grapple-And-Roll. The blonde superstar took a run to the ropes and came back with a shining wizard but Carter dodged it and rolled her up for a quick two count.
Vi and JJ worked well together, despite this being only their second match as a team. The duo showed great sinergy and delighted the fans with well timed combinations, such as a diving legdrop/splash combination, from which Blake barely kicked out.
Things changed when the big guy Jasper King entered the ring. His size and power allowed him to easily take back control, manhandling JJ and yeeting him across the ring, from corner to corner. Night tried to tag himself out but both Rainer and Erika jumped off the apron, leaving him standing there, helpless against Jasper's German suplex.
Blake exploited her partner's size as well, climbing onto his shoulders and jumping on Night with a beautiful 450 splash, but Carter made the save. Even in this moment of difficulty, the Junior Heavyweight Champion was not giving up. Feeding on the love of the fans, riled up by Evelyn, the former Kid turned the tides with a spectacular handspring cutter, planting Abby on her face. He was looking to capitalize on it, but Rainer slapped him on the back, becoming the legal man and taking advantage of his hard work with a quick pin attempt. Both Abby and Evelyn entered the ring and stomped Nordhagen on the back, saving JJ.
Eventually Team Rainer stopped hiding and showed off what they’re capable of. With a good combination of technical wrestling (Rainer) and quìck flurry of strikes (Erika) and a perfect chemistry the young couple dominated the final part of the match, no matter the opponent they were facing. Only King was able to interrupt their dominance, catching Erika’s leg and lifting her in the air before slamming her into the canvas with a wicked powerbomb that rattled the ring. The concern for her conditions was visible on everybody’s face, particularly on Jasper’s who looked down at her with his hands in the hair, mumbling "I'm sorry" over and over. Of course, Erika was only pretending she was hurt, trying to get the big man to lower his guard. And when he did, she rolled him up with a cradle. What she didn't realize was that Abby saw this coming, and touched King's shoulder right before she went for the pin, thus becoming the legal competitor. Erika wondered why the referee wasn't counting, getting in the official's face and threatening to get him fired. He tried to explain to her what was going on, but before he could, Abby connected her Fore and scored the win.

WINNER: Abby Blake & Jasper King
BY: Pinfall (Fore), 11:42

We find the imposing figure of “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter stalking his way down the backstage area. He is dressed in black dress pants, black dress shoes, no shirt, and a black trenchcoat. He has the MWE Riot Championship wrapped around his waist. Sunglasses cover his eyes and he is sporting a rather confident grin.

Clyde Sutter:
Time is a servant of no one. We may think we can battle time and if you look at certain celebrities and sports figures, even wrestlers who are still fighting at fifty or sixty years of age, and they may believe that they can conquer time. But they are sadly mistaken and will come to realize that soon enough. Everyone is subservient to time. Time is their master. And myself, I am but time’s EXECUTIONER…executing those who time has deemed it necessary to eliminate from this industry.

He pats the championship belt around his waist.

Clyde Sutter:
The fruits of my labor brought me the Riot Championship. Soon someone will step up and challenge my position but they will fail, just as everyone else has failed, because they do not understand that time is the master of all. I used to be quite the uncontrollable monster, a machine of unstoppable rage. I still have that rage and I still am a monster, but I am in control because that time dictates when all things come to an end. And yes, all things do come to its end.

He removes his sunglasses and places them in a pocket of his trenchcoat.

Clyde Sutter:
Barcelona, I am here tonight perhaps to observe my future competition? Maybe I am here on behalf of my client, Ms. Page? Or perhaps something else is afloat tonight? Maybe time has designated that history will be made due to the ending of a long standing and bitter rivalry?

Just then a familiar face steps into the scene from the right. It happens to be Melinda Braddock, the oldest daughter of Glory Braddock. She is dressed in black leather pants, a black crop top, and black leather jacket. Her brown hair has been dyed a bright orange. She has a smirk on her face.

Melinda Braddock:
I have a vision, darling. A beautiful vision.

Sutter and Melinda meet and lock lips in a passionate kiss.

Clyde Sutter:
Times are changing. Time has designated that this should take place. Keep an eye out, ladies and gentlemen, because this may not be the last you have seen of me. Tick, tock…tick, tock…

We cut backstage to Walker at catering. He's wearing a purple shirt with white overalls on over it, some air Jordan’s and sunglasses.

WALKER:
AYOOOOOO! Catering is fire! We didn’t get good shit like this in the academy!

He pulled out a brown paper bag and just started to stuff food in it, as much as he could.

WALKER:
Gonna need this shit for later.

A worker comes by and is upset that Walker took the rest of the tacos.

WALKER:
Fuck outta here! These are my tacos! I ain’t sharing with you and I ain’t sharing with that weird muscular looking chick, Faizah, either.

He got rid of the person before eating a taco and then speaking with his mouth full.

WALKER:
Speaking of Laizah or whatever… This dumb bitch thinks I’m just gonna be a walk in the park cuz my name is Walker. But nah, I’m like a Skywalker! Like Anakin though, not that sissy Luke. I’m gonna make this shit my empire and I’m gonna start it off by walkin’ on clouds and being the Cloud Gate Champion. It’s my destiny or some shit like that.

He ate another taco before washing it down with a Monster energy drink, but it was a low carb one, I promise.

WALKER:
Anywayz! It’s time for ya’ll to see what I can do on the big stage. Win or loss, though I’m gonna win, I swear, no way I lose, but yeah, whatever the outcome might be? Ya’ll will see that I’m legit. Like, too legit to quit. Can’t stop or be stopped. Or I just won’t stop. Fuck it. See you out there, Faizy maizy lazy. We got the Marshall versus the Walker Texas Ranger. And let’s keep it real, ain’t nobody fuckin’ with Chuck Norris. Yippie ki yay, motherfucker!

Someone in the background tells him that’s the wrong actor.

WALKER:
No shit! I’ve got the Sixth Sense. I know everything. I’m out!

Walker walked out of the frame and the scene cut away.

Cloud Gate Championship Match

Faizah Marshall © VS Walker

Faizah didn’t seem too thrilled about facing another Academy graduate. In her eyes, Walker didn’t do enough to earn a shot at her title but clearly the GMs thought otherwise. And in fairness, the Walker that stepped in the ring tonight was nothing like the kid the MWE fans saw in the Academy. The experiences he made outside MWE brought up that cunning and sneaky side, and Faizah learned it first hand as she saw her reign almost coming to an abrupt and sudden end in the first minute of the match. She let Walker distract her with chats about how big a fan he was, how much he wanted to join Planet Faizah. The champ let her guard down for a moment and he doubled her over with a kick to the stomach before planting her with the Walk Drop (double arm DDT).
The feeling in the first couple of minutes was that Faizah made the big mistake of overlooking her opponent. Walker had her on the ropes, literally and figuratively. And he kept hitting her with quick forearm shots. After sending her into the ropes with an Irish Whip, the young man dropped on the canvas and forced her to leap over his body and continue toward the opposite side of the ring. As she bounced back, Walker leapfrogged over her and quickly turn around to catch her on the rebound with a satellite DDT
After taking an extended break on the outside, during which Walker did not dare attack her, the champion entered the ring and got welcomed by a kick to the head by her opponent. She pushed through, standing up and connecting a jab to the jaw that rocked the Bamboozler. She took him down with a headscissors and followed with a low dropkick to the face, but Walker kicked out in two.
As time passed, the champion seized control of the match, legitimizing her status and clearing any doubt people might have after seeing her struggling in the first minutes of the match. With her combination of high-flying and technical moves, she scored several near falls, the closest to three coming after the springboard meteora. Frustrated, Walker didn’t hesitate to poke her in the eyes to stop her momentum and level her with the savate kick.
The prestigious Cloud Gate championship came close to change hands when, a little over the ten minutes mark, the challenger connected The Rebound (rebound lariat), and only the closeness to the ropes allowed Faizah to keep her title. Walker began to show the first signs of frustration, which he took out with an illegal choke on the champion, pressing his foot against her throat. The referee gave him a stern warning, but Walker didn't seem to care. He walked past him and started stomping at her again. The referee stepped in for a second time, and their conversation was a tad more heated this time. And long, giving Faizah enough time to regroup. When Walker approached her again, she pulled him down, causing his face to collide with the top turnbuckle. She slammed his head against it several time with increasing fury. Once again the referee had to raise his voice to enforce the rules, but Faizah didn’t listen to him, raking the opponent’s eyes and planting him on his head with a DDT. Climbing to the top, the Original BAE secured the win with the BAE Alert

WINNER: Faizah Marshall (STILL CLOUD GATE CHAMPION)
BY: Pinfall (BAE Alert), 10:11

We see Alex Andrews sitting on the trunk of her rental car. She is just sitting here hunched over, hands pressed together, tapping her thumbs together.

Alex Andrews:
You're a pitbull, aren't you, Darcy? A fireball full of rage and violence. I know. I've been in the ring with you before. And what? You thought you'd come to MWE, and try to make a name for yourself off my hide, is that it?

Alex shakes her head back and forth, pulling her hair back to expose her face to the camera.

Alex Andrews:
I spent the last two years of my life clawing and scratching in Millennium Wrestling Enterprise. I've had to get beaten down numerous times, more than I care to admit. But still I rise.

She laughs to herself.

Alex Andrews:
Someone had to administrate rough love. And still I rise.

A smile flickers across her lips.

Alex Andrews:
I've had to fight some of the very best this company has to offer. And that never made me waiver from my goal to being one of the very best as well. You won't either, Darcy. I know you're one intense tough spitfire. And you're good, but if our experiences in the past haven't proven it to you yet, my will to win is just that much stronger than yours.

Alex licks her lips.

Alex Andrews:
I know you hold a grudge against me and I get why. I denied you an opportunity at some top good and then I denied you the retribution you thought you deserved. So you want me in the worst way. Guess what? This isn't some fairy tale, I learned that the hard way. Things don't always go the way you want them. But if this is how you want things, girl? I'm game. You want two out of three falls? Cool. Just means more chances for me to out wrestle you once again. You put your hands on me, thinking it'd give you some psychological advantage, right? Guess what, all it did was piss me off.

She nods as she finishes up, pushing herself from the trunk of the car.

Alex Andrews:
See you in the ring, Darcy.

2/3 Falls Match

Alex Andrews VS Darcy Graves

Darcy Graves picked one of the biggest dog in the yard to make herself known in MWE, targeting the former Riot champion and female wrestler of the year Alex Andrews, looking to avenge a loss suffered against Lady Limitless somewhere else. And even this match didn’t start well for Graves, as she crashed into the empty corner after Alex quickly moved out of the way and got quickly rolled up for the first fall of the match.
And now Darcy was pissed, channeling that frustration into hard hitting fists she pummeled Alex with. The referee had a few words with Darcy after she tried to choke her opponent in the corner with the forearm, reminding her how this kind of aggression could cost her the match. Graves scoffed and pushed past the official, lifting the former champ and sitting her on the top rope. Knowing what was coming, Alex tried to fight her off with punches to the ribs, but in the end she couldn’t avoid the superplex.
The Irish fighter kept testing the referee’s patience, using all sorts of tricks to stay ahead of the former Riot champion. With thumbs to the eyes, hair pulls and a vintage back rake, Darcy prepared the ground for her Gory Bomb, leaving Andrews laying in the middle of the ring. Graves then climbed the turnbuckle and connected her Grave Diver (swanton bomb), bringing the match back to a level playing field.
The fans, needless to say, were all firmly behind Alex. Lady Limitless fed on that energy and dominated the opponent for the next six minutes, pulling out moves like the Elysium (bicycle kick), the Queen’s End (hammerlock DDT) and a flash pin attempt with the Mouse Trap, hoping to catch the opponent off guard. But none of them was enough to keep Graves down.
Darcy came back with a second wind, her offense once again relying heavily on direct strikes. Hard kicks and sharp elbows connected with the former Riot champion, causing her to stagger backwards toward the ropes. Suddenly Alex managed to duck a ko punch from Graves, and caught her with the Alex Crusher. Before she could capitalize tho, Darcy rolled out of the way and under the bottom rope, saving herself from the pin. Alex went to drag her back in the ring but Graves hopped off the apron, causing The New Dawn to bounce neck first on the top rope. As she stumbled away, Darcy entered the ring and leveled her with a brutal roundhouse to the back of the head, scoring the decisive pinfall with the aid of the ropes.

WINNER: Darcy Graves
BY: Pinfall 2-1, 15:13

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page and Duke Andrews are in their Suite at the W Hotel in Barcelona, Spain that is looking over the Mediterranean Sea. Duke is on the phone with Alan Envy as Tiffany is sitting on the couch looking out the window at the Mediterranean Sea.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
While the inferiors are at Mar Bella Beach beating the shit out of each other, Duke and I figured why not go to Barcelona anyway to get a vacation in. Of course Alan is making sure that Duke brings home some suits to up his wardrobe. Which I am not mad at but I shall digress. While Duke and I have got to rest and relax we’ve got to reassess things. Obviously Duke has his eyes on Lowri Moss and reclaiming the World Heavyweight Championship. While I ventured off into the tag team division for awhile I have also had to deal with my troll from the trailer parks, Karen Eldon, my sights have never deviated from what I want. The MWE Jr. Heavyweight Championship.

Tiffany smiles.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
Now I know I have that pimple on the ass of MWE to deal with. The trailer park troll of Karen but she is too much of a scared bitch to actually step into the ring with me. Which isn’t surprising but she dared me to get my revenge. Be careful what you wish for Karen because rest assured I will get you. Then once I finally dispose the MWE of you I will get back to taking everything I could possibly want whenever I want.

Chicago Way Championship Match
Beach Fight Match

Valkyrie © VS Trinity Thompson

Trinity showed up to the match prepared, twirling a baseball bat as she stepped on the stage and pointing it at Valkyrie. The champ wasted no time and left the ring, looking for a weapon to use as well. Her choice fell on a versatile steel chair, with which she prepared to welcome the young opponent. Vee swung first, but Trin quickly ducked the blow and hit her in the stomach with the top of the bat, doubling her over. Between Nine and her sister’s contract in the hands of Faizah, the former Academy student surely had a lot of frustration to unleash, and she did it with a brutal bat shot to the head that cracked Vee’s skull open. The fans watched in shock as the champ fell to the ground, her blonde hair quickly getting painted in red. Even Trinity herself seemed surprised, hesitating for a brief moment before making the cover. That indecision will likely come back haunting her for a long time as it gave Vee the opportunity to (barely) kick out.
The Chicago Way champion dragged herself back in the ring, oddly enough the safest place to be tonight. Trinity followed right behind her, keeping pressure on the blonde with a barrage of kicks, aiming at the ribs. Valkyrie eventually blocked one of those and turned the tides with a big exploder suplex.
Soon enough the match left the ring once again and never came back, bringing the fight all over the beach. With a headscissors, Trinity sent Valkyrie head first into a beach umbrella. The champ grabbed the same umbrella and swung for the fences, almost beheading Thompson who barely managed to duck the furious blow. Before she could stand back to a vertical position she got pinned onto the sand by Vee with a Thesz Press, followed by a flurry of punches to the face. Not too far away someone had left a can of Sandstorm Energy, and Valkyrie reluctantly grabbed it, smashing the can on the opponent’s head until blood began pouring from a cut right above the young wrestler’s eyes. If things weren’t messy enough, the can literally exploded, soaking both women in God only knows what sort of devilish concoction delicious raspberry juice[./li]
[li]Coming back from a timely commercial break cutting the feed when the competitors reached the nudist area of the beach,, the duo moved back toward the ring. Valkyrie planted Trinity on the ground with a spinebuster, Thompson grabbed a handful of sand and threw it in her face, leaving her temporarily blind. Quickly pushing herself up, Trin charged with a running jumping knee that sent Valkyrie sitting on a deck chair. Recklessly, the Academy graduate threw herself onto the opponent with a crossbody, crashing the chair and pinning her right there for another count of two.
Not only that desperation move wasn’t enough to keep the Great Dane Bitch down, but it also affected Trinity’s performance for the rest of the match. Her arm was in a bad shape, hanging along her side pretty much useless after the brutal impact against the wooden chair that also left a bad bruise on her shoulder. The injury put the match downhill for Valkyrie who ruthlessly targeted that body part with weapons and kicks. Trinity tried a desperate reaction, managing to kick Valkyrie down to one knee and fired off with five kicks to the chest. She missed the most important part of the Nap Kick, the final superkick to the face that was dodged by the champion. The Dane quickly connected a saito suplex, causing the opponent to land on the injured shoulder. That was the prelude to a sitting armbar for a quick tap out win.

WINNER: Valkyrie (STILL CHICAGO WAY CHAMPION)
BY: Submission (Sitting Armbar), 9:44

We open to find Summer Collins and Jessica Lasiewicz. The two absolutely Fabulous young ladies are already dressed in their ring gear. The Archangel looks intensely focused and by contrast her tag team partner and best friend Summer Collins looks rather confident with a smug grin on her face, whereas Jessica is sporting a stoic gaze. Both of these ladies are also sporting extra sets of hardware: Jessica has the GCW World Tag Team Championship belt resting over her right shoulder and the GCW Global Tag Team Championship belt resting over her left shoulder. Summer has both of her undisputed GCW tag team belts wrapped around her waist. Standing in between the two ladies is their marketing guru, 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.

Leviticus:
Ladies and gentlemen of Barcelona, and all of the wonderful viewers watching at home, you are privileged to get to witness the single greatest tag team in professional wrestling ply their craft, you are honored to be graced with their gorgeously beautiful presence. After weeks and weeks and even more weeks of being on the sidelines they are returning to an MWE ring. I am The Most Loved Man on the Planet, The Maharajah of Marketing Leviticus, and I am proud to introduce the NEWLY CROWNED Undisputed GCW Tag Team Champions, Jessica Lasiewicz and Summer Collins, and they are…

Summer and Jesica:
...absolutely Fabulous!

Captain Capitalism steps to the side. Summer Collins steps forward.

Summer Collins:
“Thank you, Levi. You’re right, Fabulous has been on the sidelines lately. You can blame that on MWE management. Whilst all of these other undeserving and unworthy losers were receiving tag title shots galore against Karen and Olly, the most obvious and most deserving team…that’s Jess and I, by the way…was being overlooked. That enough was a slap in the face to everything we have done for tag team wrestling and MWE, but then we see a team like Bad and Boujee, who are outright and unapologetic cheaters, won the tag team titles. Now I get it, Karen and Olly aren’t exactly the most popular of people. We have certainly had our issues with them in the past. I can understand why it would be ok and even cheered when K2O is cheated out of a victory. But your reigning champions cheated to defeat us the one time we did face each other. And the MWE fans and management were ok with that. Now that was the ultimate sign of disrespect. If outright cheating is going to be justified simply based on fan reaction now, then we’re throwing all ethics and morality out the window. Hence our change of attitude. And look at what change in attitude has netted us…

She pats the title belts around her waist.

Summer Collins:
...did we open a few eye? Did we make you sit up and take notice? I hope you did because we are deadly serious about retaking our top spot in professional wrestling. And we were damn sure not going to show up to an MWE event until we were given a match worthy of our greatness. Teaming with the MWE World Champion to face the MWE World Tag Team Champions is a nice start. We could do without the washed up has-been trying to ride off of his old reputation. But hey, this is a nice start.

Jessica Lasiewicz
CCJ is an unapologetic cheater, teaming with another set of unapologetic cheaters. It is a marriage made in heaven. You three clowns deserve one another and you certainly deserve the ass kicking you are going to get here tonight. Constantine will regret ever coming back. If I have my way, I will snap his damn leg in half. As for the tag champs, we are going to outclass them, humiliate them, and beat them. We will beat them so badly that MWE will have no choice but to give us the tag team title match we deserve. After all, we are ALREADY the superior tag team champions, we are going to prove tonight that we ARE the superior tag team, and then we will take the MWE World Tag Team Championship.

Leviticus:
And to our world champion Lowri Moss, we are grateful to have a champion of your stature on our team. Later tonight after we are victorious maybe we can do business? I can see a beautiful vision…Lowri Moss: The Movie! Lowri Moss: The Video Game! Just being around the super stardom of Fabulous will easily make you a megastar, babe. Trust The Emperor of Entrepreneurship, teaming with Fabulous is the best thing that could have happened to you.

Trios Match

Fabulous & Lowri Moss VS Bad & Boujee & Chris Constantine Jr. (w/ Marshal Smith & David Rosenborg)

IThis match wasn’t exactly how Jessica Lasiewicz and Summer Collins were planning to spend their night in Barcelona. Originally, they were scheduled to face K2O for the titles, but Olly and Karen couldn’t make it the fourth stop of the Summer Tour, losing the titles to Bad & Boujee in Cancun. At the same time, Fabulous knew how a win tonight could propel them back on top on the contender’s list. Having Lowri Moss in their corner could be considered an almost guarantee of success, but all three of them know better than underestimating CCJ and the tag champs who proved in the past to be quite crafty and no stranger to take any shortcuts to get the win.
In the first part of the match the spotlight was on the two teams. Bad & Boujee and Fabulous both shone, showing their perfect chemistry with combined moves giving rise to a very evenly matched contest that really split the crowd. The controversial ending of the title match hadn’t affected the love the fans had for Alyiah and Annica, if anything it earned them points for ending K2O’s reign and giving them a taste of their own medicine. Poetic justice, some might say. The twins tried to end the match with a double superkick on Jessica after throwing Summer on the floor but, despite Constantine blocking Lowri’s possible intervention with a running big boot that knocked the World champion off the apron, they still couldn’t keep Jessica down for the three count.
Around the tenth minute, Collins hit the Summer’s End on Annica and hooked the leg for the cover. CCJ and Alyiah tried to break it up, eating respectively a superkick and a Our Lady Peace for their troubles. Desperately trying to save his associate’s team mate, Rosenberg decided to take the matter in hands and placed Annica’s foot on the bottom rope, managing to keep his misconduct hidden from the referee’s sight. Not from Summer though, and he paid for it as Collins slid under the bottom rope, connecting both feet with his chest for a baseball slide that sent Rosenberg into the barricade. Marshal confronted the former tag team champion as she was now standing on the apron, buying Annica some precious time. And when Summer finally focused back on the match and went for a springboard attack, Greene was ready to intercept her with a counter dropkick.
The MWE World champion was welcomed by thunderous cheers as she finally stepped in the ring, unleashing a flurry of kicks on Aliyah. In contrast, a shower of boos greeted Constantine when Aliyah finally tagged him in. Moss gave him her personal welcome back to MWE in the form of the Scarlet Barrage, and before you know it, Chris was on his knees begging for mercy. They say that zebras don’t change their stripes and that was definitely true with the former leader of APE. Thumb to the eye of Lowri and a clothesline to level her, before furiously starting to stomp her into the canvas. Classic CCJ.
There was no shortcut CCJ didn’t try to take to get the upper hand, but Lowri was always one step ahead, staying focused and managing to predict or counter Chris’ shenanigans. Constantine managed to score a couple of near falls before Lowri took back control with her Slice Of Heaven. Constantine went through a couple of rough minutes on the receiving end of the Welsh’ hard hitting offense but, thanks to the twins’ quick intervention, he remained in the match. Fabulous tried to prevent the champions from saving their partner, but they came in a moment too late. Constantine attacked Jessica as she was leaving the ring, provoking her reaction. A huge brawl then followed, involving all six competitors. Plus one. As the referee tried to restore order, Marshal Smith climbed on the apron and blasted the champion with a massive punch to the back of the head, causing her to stumble forward right into a kick to the stomach by CCJ. As Lowri doubled over, Chirs quickly placed her head between his legs and lifted her for his patented American Strong Piledriver. As tainted as it was, this was still a pinfall victory over the champion. And that has to mean something.

WINNER: Chris Constantine Jr. & Bad & Boujee
BY: Pinfall (American Strong Piledriver), 18:24

Megan Manning was backstage with a grin on her face, running her hand over a steel door.

Megan Manning:
Oh Tiff… You’re stuck with Pierce and I, locked in a cage like the fucking rat that you are. And there’s no escape, no where for you to go. All you have to look forward to is getting decimated and destroyed. Seems like Lucie couldn’t have daddy by the company in enough time for you, huh?

Meg cackled as she continued on.

Megan Manning:
You disgust me, you know that? You claim to be a good person, someone who is worthy of everyone’s time but all I see you doing is going for shortcuts. You don’t belong here. You don’t belong in the company that I built! You’re fucking weak!!!

Megan shoved the steel door down and pointed at the camera.

Megan Manning:
I can’t wait to rub your skin against the cage and rip you apart, like cheese against a grater. I want to see you bleed. I want to see you in pieces.

A sinister grin ran across her lips.

Megan Manning:
I want to make you pay for all of your lies and sins. And most of all? I want to continue to expose you for the fake person that you are. Some say that I’m a monster but the real monster is you. And Pierce and I are going to end your reign of terror. And maybe we’ll focus on the rest of your family after that, hmm?

She cackled again as she walked off.

Megan Manning:
As if. You’re already enough of a waste of time.

She then disappeared.

We cut to the backstage area, in an isolated corridor, we see the Five Foot Death Kicker herself, Tiff, sitting intently on one of the metal crates. She seems to be deep in thought before she notices the camera pointing at her. After her first glance, she tilts her head down and shakes it, clearly showing her frustration. After an awkward silence, she begins to speak.

Tiff:
You shouldn’t have found me…

She tilts her head back up and looks away, as if she’s trying to hide her face from the camera.

Tiff:
I’m about to fight for my fucking life, and you wanna stick a camera in my face now?

She drops off the crate and stands up. She shakes her arms, both as a warm-up and as a way to shake away the nerves.

Tiff:
So what is it?

After a long sigh as she looks down at the ground, she stops warming up on the spot. She then finally turns to face the camera, revealing the tears in her eyes.

Tiff:
What do you want me to say? You want me to tell you how well I’m doing? How am I coping with all this? With everything going on? To have such a demented psycho have total control over your career? To be a part of this summer tour, only for that psycho to stop you from having matches, until she finally decides to put you in a match that could end that career? I don’t know what you want me to say, but now is not the time…

She briefly paces down the corridor, clearly frustrated, and kicks the crate on her way back to face the camera.

Tiff:
MWE has been my home for the last 4 years now. I was the Cloud Gate champion for at least 1 of those years. I spent another 1 of those years retraining myself at the Academy, because after I thought my career was over, if there was 1 place I wanted to wrestle again, I knew it would be here. I lived to be a part of MWE. And now that’s all been taken away. And the worst part about it? I only have myself to blame…

Another pause, this time so Tiff could wipe some of the tears away.

Tiff:
I risked everything to save Trinity. And with everything going on now, with my sister going to war with Nine and her cult, I want nothing more than to be a part of her, to fight side by side with my sister, I can’t. I’m just a casualty of that war, and now I’m living my own personal hell. All thanks to Faizah Marshall…

Just the mere mention of her name clearly shows a glimmer of disgust on her face.

Tiff:
Faizah. When Nine handed you my contract, you went out of your way to make my life a living hell. And you have. But why? Apparently I broke your heart. You were such a big fan of mine, training with me at the Academy was a dream come true for you, you wanted to be the one to make Faith Savell pay for everything she did to me. But then we went our separate ways. You think I care more about Trinity than you? You think I didn’t give you enough attention? What did you say? Never meet your heroes?

That last question made Tiff scoff, not just at the question, but in a desperate attempt hold back any more tears.

Tiff:
Like I said. I only have myself to blame. I thought I made this clear a long time ago. I ain’t a hero. I went to the Academy a broken mess. I had completely abandoned wrestling, I had no intention of coming back, so when I did come back, I had to start from scratch. I was a goldfish in a tank full of sharks. But being in the tank was what helped me get back to where I am today. You were one of those sharks Faizah. Seeing all that hunger, all that potential, I knew you were gonna be something special. You were already a million times better than I was when I first started training. If anything Faiz, I looked up to you…

The instant look of disgrace on her face gave the impression that Tiff immediately regrets that last statement.

Tiff:
You know? There would have been a time when I would have apologized to you Faiz. For everything that’s happened. I would have said sorry for not being there when you needed my support. If I were in a better place, I would have even offered to be your friend. But now? After everything with Clyde, after everything with Trinity, and after everything that you’ve done with my contract, that’s never gonna happen. Trin never poisoned my mind Faiz. You just showed your true colors. It doesn’t matter how you try to spin this around, but just remember, I would have helped you if I could. I would have been your friend. I would have tried to make amends for everything that you’re upset about me for. But no. Not now. You had the chance to give my contract back. You had the chance to do the right thing. But no. You decided to make me your own personal toy. This was your choice. You did this. You. No one else.

She stares directly into the camera as her tears switched to a face of fury.

Tiff:
I never intended to break your heart Faizah. But you’ve been trying to break mine ever since you got your hands on my contract. And now? After failing to break my heart, what do you do? You try to break everything else. You’re forcing me to walk into the lion’s den. You put me in a steel cage in a handicap match with the Mannings, knowing full well what my history with Megan is. Seriously Faiz, if you wanted to end my career, you should just tear my contract up right now. But I know that’s too simple. You want to make me suffer. And you think that I will suffer tonight…

The staredown with the camera continues.

Tiff:
If you think I won’t go down without a fight, then you were never a real fan of mine. Megan. I know you want nothing more than to end my career. Pierce. I know you’ll do anything your wife tells you to, even if it means ending my career. One way or another, if this ends up being my last match here in MWE, or even if it ends up being my last match ever, then I will fight like my entire life is on the line. Despite everything that’s happened, MWE is still my home, and I ain’t about to let the Mannings kick me out of it. And Faizah. If and when I walk out of that cage, contract or not, I’m coming after you next.

With that said, she storms off camera, ready for the fight of her life.

2 on 1 Handicap Match
Steel Cage

Tiff VS The Mannings

You have to appreciate Tiff’s attitude walking into this match. The odds were incredibly stacked against her, forced to face a two time Riot champion and the longest reigning Intercontinental champion. As if that wasn’t punishing enough, they were locked into a cage, meaning that the numerical disadvantage would be constant throughout the match, rather than limited in time as it would’ve been in a “normal” two on one match. And yet she didn’t look scared, or discouraged. Once the cage was lowered and the bell rang, she exploded out of her corner and hit Pierce with a Peacemaker. With him down, she could focus one on one against her archrival Megan Manning, dodging her initial flurry of punches and hitting her with hard blows to the ribs. Megan eventually had to stop and double over in agony. That was when Tiff grabbed her by the shoulders and tossed her head first into the cage, causing the Spanish fans to erupt in cheers.
Their enthusiasm was short lived, just like Tiffany’s offense. Soon, the numbers caught up on her and the Mannings took control. They weren’t going to just beat her up, no. This was a chance for them, especially Megan, to humiliate the blonde rival. She ordered Pierce to hold her up while she insulted and slapped her repeatedly across the face. After calling her, among other things, fake and hypocrite, she wanted her to kiss her boot. Despite the attempt to fight back, Pierce was able to force her to her knees as Megan raised her leg bringing it closer to the Five Foot Death Machine. With a spark of pride Tiff reacted, grabbing Megan's foot while pushing herself up to her feet with a sudden movement that took Manning by surprise and won his resistance. The top of her head collided with The Man's chin and almost at the same time she took his wife down with a Dragon Screw leg whip. Tiff immediately tried to escape the cage but her climbing attempt was blocked by Meg. Pierce finished the job with a big powerbomb onto the canvas.
The Mannings were done playing. Their focus now was to hurt Tiff, and they used the cage to achieve their goal. The blonde's head got smashed repeatedly against the cage wall, and grinded till she started bleeding. Then Pierce chimed in, using a brass knuckle to punch her in the head several times, turning the former champion's face into a crimson mask.
It was getting hard to watch. Tiff was barely able to stand, pretty much defenseless against the Mannings ruthless assault. They could have ended the match at any time, but instead they indulged in their punishment, connecting their finishing maneuvers (Megan's Beautiful Disaster followed by Pierce's Know Your Place), and still didn't consider pinning her for the unquestionable win.
Suddenly the crowd began to cheer loudly as a figure came out running from the curtain, heading toward the cage at full speed. At first the fans thought it was Trinity Thompson, Tiff’s half sister coming to the rescue, but the Academy graduate was likely still being stitched up and checked on by the medic personnel after the brutal Beach Brawl match against Valkyrie. It wasn’t anyone in Tiff’s circle of friends either, and as happy as they were to see her climbing the cage and recklessly launching herself against Pierce with an incredible crossbody, the fans were left wondering what the hell was Kimberly Williams doing here and what was her business with Tiff and the Mannings. Regardless, the former Chicago Way champion offered Tiff a much needed break, as she took care of Megan with a flurry of vicious forearm strikes.
All good things come to an end and that was the case with Tiff’s break as well. Faizah Marshall was not going to let her plan of revenge fall apart due to outside interference, and personally made sure the match continued the way she meant for it to go. Well, almost personally. She asked TD Batterson to take care of the intruder and the powerhouse almost ripped the door from its hinges to step into the cage to fight Kim. Tiff tried to take advantage and sneak out but Marshall was there and shut the door, locking her in. Rollins was livid, growling at the owner of her contract until Megan turned off her lights with a brutal knee to the back of the head. Still not satisfied, the former IC champion hit her with a second Beautiful Disaster, finally ending the match.

WINNER: The Mannings
BY: Pinfall (Beautiful Disaster), 13:44

After the utter mess that was the 2 on 1 steel cage match, Faizah Marshall went back to her locker room. Closing the door behind her and leaving TD Batterson outside just in case Kimberly Williams decided to come for her again, the leader of Planet Faizah could finally enjoy a moment of quiet and plot the next step of her personal vendetta against Tiff, alone in her private locker room.

Or was she?

Don't say a word.

Trinity Thompson was sitting there, still all bandaged up after her brutal match against Valkyrie. She still had that baseball bat in her hand, painted in red with the blood of the Chicago Way Champion. And she pointed it to Faizah. Slowly, and with a grimace of pain painted on her face, she stood up and took a step toward the Cloud Gate champion.

Trinity Thompson: Bet you thought you'd see me out there to help my sister.. I would have been there, I should… But the doctor took so damn long to patch me up.

Twirling the bat in her hand, she walked closer.

Trinity Thompson: But I'm here now, and we're going to have a conversation. That good for you?

She pointed the bat to Faizah's chest and pushed her down onto the chair. Faizah was visibly shaken at the sight of a bandaged up Trinity pressing the baseball bat against her chest.

Faizah Marshall: Trin... please... thi-- think about this. Anything happens to me, TD is outside that door. You won’t make it out of here in one piece, please, think this through, put the bat down and I’ll consider letting you walk out of here under your own power.

Trinity let out a somewhat sinister chuckle.

Trinity Thompson: Look at me, Faizah.. Do you think that, at this point, I care about getting roughed up by your bodyguard?

Faizah looks into Trinity’s eyes. She knows she’s serious about the statement she made, fighting through her own nervousness, Faizah manages to blurt out.

Faizah Marshall: You may be on a suicide mission but your sister would care. Tiana would care too. Do you want them to visit you in a hospital room? Look, we can talk, please, put the bat down. This doesn’t have to end this way.

Trinity took a long moment, letting Faizah's word sink in. Finally, she let out a sigh and put the bat down. Faizah breathes a sigh of relief.

Trinity Thompson: Believe me, it's so tempting to just bash your head.. But you'll likely take it out on Tiff, and that's the last thing I want.

She looked straight in the Cloud Gate champion's eyes.

Trinity Thompson: Let her go. They could have ended her career tonight, stop this madness before someone gets hurt.

Those last words sounded vaguely threatening. Faizah takes a moment to process what Trinity has to say. The Cloud Gate Champion cautiously rises to a standing position. She now looks down cautiously at her much shorter rival.

Faizah Marshall: I wish I could. I love your sister. Now I know it doesn’t seem that way. Love and hate are two sides of the same coin right?. Only because I am hurting at the depths of my being that I have to see this through. All I want is for your sister to understand how much I’m in pain. She doesn’t get it, no one does. I’m exhausted, Trinity. I want this to end as much as you. This is the only way I can think of.

Her words didn't get the outcome she was hoping for. If anything, they pissed off Trinity even more. She clenched her free hand in a fist, tightening the grip around the bat.

Trinity Thompson: The only way you can think of is trying to break her body and spirit? Say it again out loud, I’m sure you’ll see how fucked up it his… If you really want this to end, just end it. You’re the only one who can. Talk to a shrink, or whatever else you need to do but find another way to cope with this. Because hurting my sister ain’t it.

The tone of her voice raised, to the point that it got to the ears of TD Batterson. The door swung open and the massive bodyguard entered the room. He didn’t take action tho, he stood there watching the two girls, ready to step in if things went south.

Trinity Thompson: She never did anything to you. If you want to know, I lost count of how many times she told me to back down, that you weren’t as bad as I always knew you were. Just fucking stop, she doesn’t deserve this.

Faizah looks at TD momentarily. She shakes her head, signaling she doesn’t want him to make a move. TD nods. She returns her attention back to Trinity.

Faizah Marshall: Fine Trinity... I’ll stop. Want me to set your sister free so bad, you got it. Under one condition though. There is one thing I want slightly more than forcing your sister to understand the error of her ways.

She raises her hand to point at Trinity.

Faizah Marshall: ... you.

Trinity is caught off guard by what Faizah just said, not quite understanding what Faizah meant by what she blurted out. Before Trinity could respond, Faizah continued.

Faizah Marshall: Confused? I get it. I’m sure you noticed by now I did subscribe to your OnlyFans. I felt dirty about it at first; objectively speaking, you’re hot. I can’t deny that. The content is top notch. Anyway, if I am going to let your sister go, there needs to be something in it for me. So how about you tell Tiana to not wait up. Come to my hotel room. Make me the happiest woman on the face of the planet. And I promise I’ll set your sister free. You. Me. Tiff. We all get what we want.

Faizah licks her lips.

Faizah Marshall: Only one night. Not like I’m asking for your hand in marriage.

There was a mix of expressions on Trinity’s face. Anger, of course, that had been present ever since she appeared in Faizah’s locker room. Surprise, for the unexpected turn of events and, that was a new one, embarrassment. She stared at Faizah without speaking, her right hand dropping the bat on the floor with a thud.

Trinity Thompson: You’re.. I…

She choked on the words, unsure how to reply to the proposal. And in the end, she didn’t, storming out of the locker room without saying a word, and with a lot of thoughts going through her head.

The normally stoic TD Batterson facial expression showed even he was shocked by the proposal Faizah put on the table. In the end he left the room to reassume his post to ensure no one else bothered Faizah.

As for the Cloud Gate Champion herself, she looked at the baseball bat Trinity left behind, breathing a sigh of relief she wasn’t going to take a trip to the hospital room. Sitting down on the chair Trinity forced her to sit on earlier, she appears to be processing everything that happened as the scene fades.

Pre-recorded…

It is a bright and beautiful day to be outside in Barcelona. That is where Glory Braddock finds herself, sitting on a chair on a patio overlooking sea. The British Bombshell is dressed in a black lace a-line a-line princess silhouette long sleeve dress with a hemline that stops just above the knee. She is perched atop black high heeled sandals. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a bun in the back. Sunglasses cover her eyes. A confident grin is plastered across her lovely face.

Glory Braddock:
This has been one hell of a ride, hasn’t it? First I had to deal with Valkyrie…one tough, badass, bitch with a bit of a chip on her shoulder. I can appreciate that. I admit, I have a bit of a chip on my shoulder myself. I have been consistently putting forth the very best matches against the very best talents this company has to offer. I have fought the good fight and I have tried to uphold the principles of what professional wrestling should be about. Hell, the only reason I started The Glorious Golden Era in the first place was to try and fight for the traditions and integrity of professional wrestling. Neil Newman and Kyle Butler were there with me in the beginning, they believed in my vision and they were willing to fight for that vision. Eventually Sophie O’Brian, my best friend since childhood, joined me in my fight for this vision. But now where are they? Neil and Kyle could not fight any longer. They gave up on the vision. They are gone. Only Sophie remained and for awhile I continued to fight the good fight with just Sophie.

She shakes her head.

Glory Braddock:
Now I didn’t used to be one to take a shortcut. But still, the power of the briefcase would give me the ability to make REAL change for the better. And when I advanced in the tournament past Valkyrie, I began to think that maybe this could happen, that maybe I could institute real change. I felt that I could use the briefcase for good. But as the tournament progressed…as I defeated Melissa Reeves and then Raze, finally making it to the finals here tonight…I got to thinking that maybe Neil and Kyle saw something that I didn’t? Maybe that MWE is just too far gone to be saved? Let’s look at the current state of MWE. We aren’t supposed to celebrate cheaters but we are currently celebrating that K2O were CHEATED out of the tag titles. Karen and Olly are no saints, quite honestly they deserve an ass kicking, but if you are gonna speak all high and mighty like about playing by the rules then you should punish Bad and Boujee just like you punished K2O. Or is fairness too much to ask? And in what reality do we live in where an egomaniac like Faizah Marshall can literally OWN another human being?! Use the damn semantics all you bloody like and say that she just owns Tiff’s contract, but I’ll call a spade a spade. She owns another human being and MWE is letting it happen. And we can’t forget Julian Savell and The Uncalled Four. He has to have a gang to help him get to where he is today. I have yet to utilize any underhanded tactics. Even when I had Glorious Golden Era they were jus there to back me up in case someone like a Savell tried to use the numbers game, I would have the GGE to even the odds. In Cancun, that’s the only purpose Sophie served at ringside. She kept Savell’s minions at bay to keep it fair between myself and his big bitch Raze. And I am under no impression that this time will be any different. I fully expect Julian to have his henchmen back him up. Because that’s the same tired old song and dance that always happens in MWE isn’t it? Whether it’s APE, The Triumvirate, or now The Uncalled Four, there’s always some saturday morning cartoon villain with dumbass henchmen protecting him and helping him win week in and week out.

Braddock takes off her sunglasses and places them on the arm of the chair.

Glory Braddock:
And I am sick and damn tired of it. I am sick and tired of trying to do what is right and not making a difference. I realize now that I cannot make a difference. The only way I can truly make a difference is the same way everyone else has before me…by forcing the change down your throats. This briefcase DOES mean true change, it also means power and I will use that power to mold MWE into my Glorious image. Because ladies and gentlemen, we are now one step away from the dawning of a new era, The Glorious Era, and all I have to do to make that a reality is get past Julian Savell.

The British Bombshell chuckles.

Glory Braddock:
You think you’re special because you have an army? Here’s a secret, you dumb twat…you aren’t the only one with an army. Sun Tzu says, ‘keep your friends close but your enemies closer.’ I DO have an army of my own and I don’t mean Sophie O’Brian although she is my closest friend and the person most loyal to me. So yeah, you can probably guess that if push comes to serve then she will be there by my side. But the other members of my army? Well, let’s just say there are others who support me in my endeavor, whether it is because they agree with my cause or maybe it’s just because they hate your damn guts and want to stick it to you. Either way, I have an army at my back. So your little Uncalled Four can kiss my gorgeous ass. They won’t mean a damn thing tonight. Tonight you’re going to have to beat me straight up and quite honestly I don’t think you can do it. And I know your chosen fall…falls count anywhere. Funny thing is, despite being a technical and submission marvel, I am actually pretty damn good in falls count anywhere. I have a damn good record in falls count anywhere matches. So thanks for choosing a fall that actually benefits me you dumb bastad. Now as for the other fall, the one I get to pick?

She chuckles.

Glory Braddock:
I kept that one a secret for good reason. Sun Tzu says, ‘Foreknowledge cannot be gotten from ghosts and spirits, cannot be had by analogy, cannot be found out by calculation. It must be obtained from people, people who know the conditions of the enemy.’ It’s called strategy, mate. Did you really think I would let you know my pick in advance so that you could prepare? No. I made you wait until tonight, the day of, to find out my stipulation. You probably prepared for submissions, thinking that I went that route. That’s too obvious, isn’t it, mate? Instead, I went with Pure Rules. If you recall, at By Any Means I defeated Henri Black in a Pure Rules Match to become the MWE Riot Champion. I know how to win Pure Rules. Plus it is right in my wheelhouse in what I hold nearest and dearest to my heart…PURE WRESTLING!

She holds up two fingers and then a third.

Glory Braddock:
I plan to beat your ass two straight falls. But hell, if it goes to a third then like I said, you bring your army. It isn’t like I don’t already know you will pick The Uncalled Four. So bring them out. It is then that you and everyone else watching will get a sample of MY army, the army that will assist me in winning the briefcase and gaining the power, the power that should have been mine all along. Because let’s face facts, when it comes to professional wrestling there isn’t a damn person on this roster that can lace up my boots! And NO ONE knows this business and what is best for it better than me! When I win the briefcase I will use it to usher in my vision, a vision I call The Glorious Era. Because I am sick and damn tired of coming up short, I am sick and damn tired of playing by the rules only to be denied by those who refuse. Tonight I will do whatever it takes to win. And then when I have the briefcase I get to MAKE THE RULES! And then when I determine that it is necessary, when I decide that the time is right, I will become the MWE World Champion.

Braddock shakes her head.

Glory Braddock:
No more Sic Semper Tyrannis…no more thus always to tyrants…stating tonight I BECOME THE DAMN TYRANT! I EMBRACE THE TYRANNY! I WILL BRING ABOUT THE GLORIOUS ERA AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!

Triple Threat Match
Winner gets a MWE World championship opportunity on the next show

Matt StoneVS Anna Daniels VS Seth Iser

Seth Iser was undoubtedly the least fresh of the trio, having been involved in the longest and toughest qualifying match. That’s why the veteran opted for a more conservative approach, staying out of the heat of the battle while Anna and Matt traded holds and strikes. As soon as the TIme Lord sent the Canadian flying with a headscissor, Seth struck her down with a clothesline to the back of the head, adding a few stomps to the spine while she was down. Picking her up, he sent her into the ropes and caught her on the rebound with a big boot. Stone came back and tossed a punch at the former World champion, barely fazing him. Iser turned around and returned the courtesy, rocking him with a right hand. Stone fought back but trading punches with Seth was a fight he was never going to win. A right hand to the chin sent him staggering back toward the center of the ring where Anna dropped him with a neckbreaker.
The Muse tried to bring the fight to Wrestling's Greatest Mind but, just like Matt before, she got easily overpowered by the big man. The smart play here was to form a temporary alliance to take out the biggest threat, and it wasn’t long before Matt and Ana realized that too, joining forces to knock the veteran out of the ring. As soon as Iser hit the ground, the Abominable Showman tried to take advantage with a quick roll up, using the ropes for extra leverage. But he still couldn’t keep Daniels down for the three.
The former World Champion didn’t have any problem taking on both opponents, leveling them with a double clothesline. Fighting on two fronts was a tiring task, both physically and mentally. Eventually having to split his focus between the two other competitors left him open to the Stone Cutter, which was quickly followed by a bicycle kick from the Time Lord. Matt tried to make the pin right under her nose, but she broke it up before the count of one, stomping him on the back.
This part of the match saw Anna Daniels in control. Being the smaller competitor in the match, she used her speed and agility to keep herself away from the two men’s attacks, fishing in her vast arsenal of aerial moves to attack them. Matt first and Seth a minute later were put through the move called Anna To The Infinite Power, a multiple revolution tilt-a-whirl headscissors ending, in the Canadian’s case, with a DDT. Seth, instead, was brought down on the mat into an armbar. She wrenched his arm, but Seth had no intention to tap out. He managed to roll through, pinning her shoulders to the mat. The referee immediately started the count but had to stop at two as Iser lifted the opponent to powerbomb her into the turnbuckle.
As if the match wasn’t chaotic enough, the maimed Dalek came to the ring seeking revenge. Obviously he never made it inside the ring, but he still managed to leave its mark by spraying its infamous Ghost Chili Sauce against Anna as she was ready to strike Seth with her Interrobang. Part of it got in Iser’s face, more precisely in his mouth. The veteran let out a primal scream as he spun around and turned the Time Lord inside out. This was the opportunity the ultimate opportunist Matt Stone was waiting for. After a long nap in the corner, he slowly stood up, watching as Seth picked up Anna from the ground and planted her on her head with the Deprivation DDT. That was when he struck, pushing Seth over the top rope and tossing him out of the ring, near the position where the Dalek was rolling. Kimberly’s tin friend recognized the man that dropped it on its dome-head a few months back and prodded the veteran with the only telescopic arm it had left, shocking Iser with a taser. This allowed Matt to pick up the win capitalizing on the former World Champion’s work, although he still used the middle rope to get that extra leverage and make sure Anna wouldn’t kick out.

WINNER: Matt Stone
BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 18:06

Coming back from a coffee break, the Millennium General Manager Elsa McCarthy was heading back to her office. The bright smile that short break put on her face quickly faded as she opened the door and saw Lucie Callaway sitting behind her desk.

Never one to seek conflict with the roster and not wanting to spoil the radiant mood she was in, Elsa opted for a calm and diplomatic approach toward the intrusion.

Elsa McCarthy:
I believe you should be sitting on the other side of the table, Lucie. Anyway, how can I help you?

Lucie smiled sweetly, slowly putting first one booted foot and then the other up on the desk, crossing her ankles delicately. She was dressed in head to toe XCVII, the clothing line that she just recently reopened after a hiatus for rebranding after she’d bought it out from it’s previous owners.

Lucie Callaway:
No, I’m on the right side of the desk, Ms. McCarthy. How can I help you since you’ve barged into my office without even knocking like this.

She gestures vaguely towards the door which had once held a placard declaring it Elsa’s office but was now crossed out in the same shade of red as Lucie’s lipstick and Lucie Callaway written above it.

For a brief moment, Elsa looked lost, not quite getting what Lucie was talking about. But soon it hit her.

Elsa McCarthy:
Don't you think it's all a bit premature? As far as I know, and trust me I know enough, the negotiation is still ongoing.

Being Grace van Beek's personal assistant Elsa was definitely up to speed with Lucie's father's attempt at buying MWE.

Elsa McCarthy:
I understand you may be eager to take my spot and run Millennium, and if that happens to be the case, I will be more than happy to step down and help you through the transition. But for now,

Lucie smirked.

Lucie Callaway:
And Grace is dragging this out like she hates money. We’ve offered way more than this company is valued at. It would be stupid not to sell at this point.

She snatched up her phone, opening it with a glance and proceeding to pull up Tiktok. “IT’S CORN!” starts to play as the video begins.

Lucie Callaway:
So anyway. I decided to go ahead and just move things along. Cool? Cool. Can you go grab me an iced coffee though? That would be awesome, thanks!

She turns her attention back to the video playing. “IT’S GOT THE JUICE!”

Elsa rolled her eyes, clearly not a fan of Lucie’s attitude. Still, she asked her personal assistant to bring an iced coffee for the former Chicago Way champion. And a glass of water to go with her tablet for the incoming headache.

Elsa McCarthy:
Neither of us is in a position to comment on the state of the negotiation, although it’s no secret that Miss van Beek is seriously considering your father’s offer. I could write down a list of names of people who approached her in the past to buy the company, and she bounced them unceremoniously. The mere fact that she’s still taking the proposal into consideration is quite telling.

The door swung open and in came Elsa’s Personal Assistant bringing the iced coffee and glass of water to the two women. She stopped on the threshold, surprised to see Callaway sitting where she was expecting to see Elsa. The GM motioned to come in and rest the coffee on the table. After dismissing the secretary, McCarthy sat down in front of Lucie.

Elsa McCarthy:
Anyway, is this where you see yourself if the deal comes through? Sitting in an office and running day-by-day operations?

Lucie finally pulled her feet off of the desk and leaned forward, sucking the straw into her mouth for a big swig of her iced coffee as she decided how to respond.

Lucie Callaway:
The truth? Fuck no. I have absolutely no idea how to run a wrestling company. My dad though? He knows everything about it. So I’ll let him decide how he wants to handle the business side.

She took another sip of her coffee.

Lucie Callaway:
But if this is what it takes to make sure that I’m in a position to grind my heel down on Faith Savell’s neck I’m going to do it. Because I can.

Elsa just stared at Lucie for a few seconds. No doubt in her mind she was serious about wanting to finish what she started with Faith, despite the Masterclass’ intention to move on and leave this all behind.

Elsa McCarthy:
Using your position of privilege to pursue your personal interests, whether it’s revenge or a title, would still expose you and your father to some fierce criticism, I hope you are ready to deal with the backlash.

There’s no malice in her tone, neither is she trying to lecture or discourage Lucie. Elsa was simply presenting the facts, almost warning the young wrestler about the snares she may encounter in the future.

Lucie held her gaze for a few moments, deadly silent.

Lucie Callaway:
I have bled for this place. I have put years of my life into this place. My fucking last name alone has sold tickets. The fact that my sister or brother in law might be in the audience sells tickets. But none of that matters, does it? None of it has ever mattered. I’ve tried to be nice. I’ve tried to get along with everyone. But all that ever got me was people taking advantage of my naivety. People took advantage of my kindness because to them it was the same thing as weakness.

Another long, poignant pause. Lucie’s expression is cold.

Lucie Callaway:
And I’m fucking tired. I’m exhausted. I’m tired of being nice and getting spit on. I’m tired of being the only one not in on the joke. I’m tired of being the joke. So do you know what I think about people talking shit about what I do or don’t do with a company that I’m buying for the sole fucking purpose of running into the ground and then offloading to become a distant memory?

She leans back in the chair again, propping her booted feet back up on the desk and gives Elsa the middle finger with both hands.

Lucie Callaway:
Get the fuck out of my office.

The self-proclaimed Master of Puppets appears on the screen in black and white. He has a fur coat over his ring gear and a crown of thorns on his head. He started to cackle before he began to speak.

Julian Savell:
Glory Braddock… I know all about you. You’ve been in this game for a long time. Well over a decade and you have achieved success everywhere that you’ve been. Even winning the Riot Championship and having a long reign here with it. Now you have larger aspirations. You want that briefcase. But here’s the thing…

He pulled down the mask from his face and we could see the deranged look on him.

Julian Savell:
I want it too. And I’ll hurt whoever gets in my way… Really, really bad. So, I’m warning you now, Glory, you do not want to deal with me out there. Three Stages of Hell? I only need one stage to destroy you. To make you bleed and suffer.

Julian moves over to the side and sitting there on a little table is a chess board. He takes a knight and takes out the queen and its checkmate.

Julian Savell:
You see Glory, that’s you getting taken out. And me? Well, I’m the king on this board. I am untouchable, unkillable. Do you see all of the pieces surrounding me? They are here to protect me. Here to make sure that my cause, my battle, my war… is completed to perfection. The Uncalled Four? It’s the beginning of the end for you and everyone else. So, I’m here to tell you to do what I’ve been telling everyone else to do…

He laughed maniacally as he made his way to the camera before he was face to face with it.

Julian Savell:
RUN!

The screen cut to black.

Battle For The Briefcase Match
Final: Three Stages Of Hell
Stage 1: Falls Count Anywhere
Stage 2: Pure Rules
Stage 3: 4vs4 Captain’s Fall Match

Glory Braddock VS Julian Savell

The first stage had the two finalists compete in the stipulation Julian picked. And Savell was willing to take full advantage of it, attacking Sophie on her way to the ring with his favorite weapon: Rebekkah Katz. The SABER employee ran through the British Bombshell, knocking her face-first on the ramp with a brutal clothesline to the back of the head. She then proceeded to toss her around like a rag doll while Julian made his grand entrance, demanding that they sounded his music as he slowly walked down the ramp, all while his bodyguard kept decimating his opponent. Katz eventually planted Glory right at the end of the ramp with a powerful spinebuster. At that point Julian dropped his coat and ran toward Glory, delivering a brutal Golden God Kick. He pinned her there and then, shocking the fans with an immediate first fall. [Savell 1 - Braddock 0]
A shocking start that almost kicked off a riot, with the Spanish fans getting loud as all hell and even tossing trash at Julian and Rebekkah. Savell was loving it, taunting the fans and flipping them the bird. While he was provoking the crowd, Braddock crawled back in the ring: the second fall, to be contested under pure rules, was now officially underway. And it started with the official counting Julian out. Savell rushed back in the ring where he was met by some kicks to the head from the Best In The World. He managed to grab her supporting leg and yank, taking Glory down and quickly mounting on top of her to land some vicious forearm strikes to her face.
Braddock still hadn’t recovered from the initial assault, struggling to get any attack going or even defending herself. The Golden God Kick had been particularly effective, leaving the British Bombshell dazed to the point where the referee had to check twice if she wanted to continue, fearing a concussion. Both times Glory pushed him aside, determined to fight this match and take her chances, earning the respect of the fans. But Julian showed no mercy, ruthlessly and relentlessly attacking her, aiming at the head with fierce strikes, coming close to a shocking clean sweep with a tornado DDT.
The fans had been very vocal the whole night, but during the main event they really topped themselves with loud chants for their fellow European and jeers for the self-proclaimed Savior Of Wrestling. We don't know if the unexpected love the fans showed her influenced it in some way, but Glory found the energy for a comeback, catching Julian with a superkick right to the mush that sent him staggering back. Savell spat some blood on the canvas, telling Glory that she should’ve just accepted her fate, and promising that now he will make her pay for this. In response, Glory charged toward him and took him down with a sling blade, eliciting a loud reaction from the fans.
This was Glory’s chosen stipulation, the one she kept secret until the very last moment to get an advantage on Julian. The choice obviously came with a plan, which was using her technical ability to submit Savell. And it didn’t matter if it was close to the ropes like that time she put him in an arm bar, little it mattered. At the end of the day, it was still one less break for him to use as the match went on.
The British Bombshell had to use one of her own breaks as well to save herself from Julian’s crescent kick. Another hard blow to the head for the multi-time world champion, who went down like a ton of bricks, seemingly out of it. But when Savell made the cover, she had the presence of mind to raise her foot and rest it on the bottom rope, interrupting the count and saving herself.
In the following couple of minutes, Julian came close to the win on at least two occasions, with the Savior Kick and the Diving Knee to the head, but in both circumstances Glory was able to kick out in time. The two time Riot champion was in great difficulty tonight, the early assault and all those strikes to the head were taking their toll. But she wasn’t going to give up, not when she was this close to a golden ticket for the Sweet Sixteen. Julian tried to end things with another Golden God kick but at the last moment Braddock moved away and grabbed his foot, taking him down into another submission. Savell began to crawl toward the ropes to break free from the ankle lock, eventually managing to grab them. The ref ordered the break but Glory didn’t let go, using the full five count to do more damage to the opponent’s leg. Finally she let go, only to immediately reach down and lock another one in. A wise move that forced Julian to use the third and last rope break. Aware of that fact, Glory smirked deviously, anticipating the moment when she’ll force Savell to tap out.
The leg she worked on for the past ten minutes or so was the target of all her attacks. With no rope breaks to use, Julian had to find creative ways to escape the submissions, one of which included pulling those long blonde hair and forcing the break, earning a stern warning from the official in return. A small price to pay to save himself.
Glory tried to control the pace, working on the mat not only with leg submissions but headlocks and chokeholds to wear Julian down. Savell was now struggling to get any offense in, caught up in the opponent’s web. He had once again to resort to his tricks to catch a break, poking Braddock’s eyes before lifting her and slamming her into the canvas violently, A slight hesitation to talk some more trash before going back on the attack ended up being Julian’s biggest regret. Braddock caught him in her Shekinah Glory, her patented triangle choke. Hanging on like grapevine, she let him nowhere to go, but that didn’t mean Savell was going to give up. He fought back desperately as the forces were abandoning him, punching at her sides. The Best In The World took those shots but hung on still, feeling those punches become more and more weak as the seconds ticked away. Until they stopped. The referee got in position and checked on Julian, raising his arm and letting it fall. Once. Twice. Three Times. At that point he called for the bell, declaring Glory the winner of the second fall. [Braddock 1 - Savell 1]
The fans were going crazy, the commentary team was left wondering if Julian was even able to continue and, even in that case, how this would affect him in the final stage. Figgles butted in, saying that the particular stipulation picked by the General Managers could be the saving grace for Savell, as he could, potentially, win the match without even having to step in the ring again. He didn’t even finish the sentence and the rest of the Uncalled Four stormed the ring. Olly, RAZE and Wade Manson hopped the barricade and stepped through the ropes, assaulting Braddock with kicks and stomps and punches. In the meantime Rebekkah Katz pulled Julian out of the ring and tried to get him back to his senses, all while the rest of the team unleashed hell on the British Bombshell.
Braddock got hit by Olly’s Born To Lose and Wade’s Full Frontal Lobotomy, and she was about to get obliterated by RAZE’s Atomic Bomb when the cavalry finally arrived, welcomed by a hige roar of the crowd. Who was expecting to see a reunion of the Glorious Golden Era with the former Tag Champions Newman and Butler joining Sophie O’Brien on Glory’s side, would probably be disappointed, but at the same time intrigued by Braddock’s choice. Sophie was obviously there, as for the two men completing the team, Glory’s choice was unexpected to say the least. Two former rivals, the Riot champion Clyde Sutter and the former World champion Duke Andrews stormed to the ring, bringing the fight to the Uncalled Four. Duke went straight for Olly, throwing some punches at him before sending him over the top rope. He then went to help Sophie who was struggling against the much bigger RAZE, while Sutter was standing up to Wade Manson. Soon enough the ring was cleared, Duke and Clyde standing tall under a rain of applause while Sophie checked on her best friend
The final stage started with the two captains barely standing. Their teammates carried the match, and in the first minutes the Murder City Saints dominated the scene. RAZE and Manson brought to the match their experience as a team, the same chemistry that earned them the [R]evolution Pro Tag XWM tag titles in the past. It was noted by the commentators that this could be the key of this match. The Murder City Saints decimated O’Brian and manhandled Sutter, and did it while keeping themselves relartively fresh with a savy use of quick tags. The Riot champion almost became the first to fall when Manson bashed him with an axe kick, but in that case Duke saved him.
After a double tag, Andrews and Olly entered the ring, immediately jumping at each other’s throat. There was nothing pretty about their exchange, no room for technical moves or anything of the sort. Just two grown men throwing punches, hitting each other as hard as they could. The experience edge and size advantage steered the contest in Duke’s favor, but what Olly lacked in strength and power, he made up for with his ability to take a beating and improvisation. Twisting the opponent’s arm and biting it after ducking a KO blow may be frowned upon by most, but surely was effective to interrupt Andrews’s offence. And Olly’s partners seemed to appreciate his creativity. The Academy graduate followed up with a wicked running knee to the face that knocked Duke down with a count of two.
As the battle raged on, none of them had any intention of holding back, despite the punishment taken. It became a matter of pride, a personal rivalry that’s been going on for months culminating in this ring tonight. One of them will be the first elimination, and it will be at the hands of the other. The other six people involved realized and respected it, letting them do their thing, watching and cheering from the sidelines. The former World champion survived the Random Act Of Violence and kicked out from the For Your Mom spear as well. Barely a minute later, Olly was the one barely surviving the Red White And Blue combo, kicking out at the very last moment. Duke then picked him up and lifted him over his shoulders for the Andrews Effect, but Olly went for the eyes, raking them and leaving him blinded. Olly crawled toward the ropes to pick himself up, and that was when Rebekkah handed him his trusted brass knuckles. He was ready to hit Duke with the Leap Of Faith when some commotion behind his back captured his attention.
Devin Hearst was in Barcelona! The Seven Headed Beast climbed over the barricade and leveled Katz with a huge big boot. But she wasn’t his target, the one he came for was none other than Olly. He grabbed the young man’s foot and dragged him out of the ring where he began hammering his face with stiff punches. The rest of the Uncalled Four, Julian included, came to the rescue but they were met by Glory and their team, standing in their way. While not necessarily fans of what was going, the stakes were too high to give up on the opportunity to make their job a little easier by eliminating a member of the opposing team. As they say, you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth..
By the time Hearst was done with him, Olly was done for. Devin pushed him under the bottom rope, serving him on a silver plate to Duke. The APE leader only needed to make the cover but he still wanted to make a statement, connecting that Andrews Effect he owed Olly and eliminating him from the match. Julian wasted no time and stepped in the ring to avenge his sister’s boyfriend, blasting Duke with a jumping knee to the back of the head. What followed was another slugfest, one where an already worn out Duke struggled to keep up with the opponent. The Epitome Of Perfection needed a tag, but when he finally reached his corner, he found it empty. The Murder City Saints, with the help of Rebecca, cleaned it by sweeping the rest of Glory’s team, leaving Michigan’s Favorite Son isolated. Andrews turned around into a crescent kick from Jules, who then completed the elimination with the Savell Splash.
The other team’s captain joined the fight as well, battling it out with Wade Manson. She had a rough time under his strikes but eventually managed to catch him in her Shekinah Glory. RAZE came to rescue his partner but he ran into a clothesline from Sutter. Savell gave it a try too but Sophie took him down with a dropkick to the knee, preventing him from breaking up the submission. She couldn’t stop Rebekkah from punching the back of Glory’s head forcing her to let go of the hold, but she made sure this was the last time the SABER employee interfered in the match, throwing a fireball to her face. The Scorched Earth Policy knocked the Israeli woman off the apron. The landing on the concrete floor was hard and was likely going to keep her out of action for a while, but the distraction worked to buy Wade Manson some valuable time. The Liberty Pro superstar pushed Sophie out of the ring and doubled Glory over with a knee to the stomach, setting her up for the Full Frontal Lobotomy. This was the turning point of the match, Manson had the chance to pin the captain of team Braddock and give Julian the win and the briefcase. The fans held their breath as he went for his finishing maneuver, their tension melting away in a liberatory roar when Braddock confirmed once again to be a sort of technical wizard by turning the Full Frontal Lobotomy into a pinning predicament, scoring the three and eliminating Manson from the equation.
Wade didn’t take it well and went to attack the Best In The World, but the referee stepped in his way, blocking the attempt. RAZE tried to blast Glory with a chair shot from behind, taking advantage of the chaos that ensued, but his attempt too was frustrated by Clyde Suter who grabbed the chair, dropped it on the floor and planted RAZE onto it with a DDT. Finally Wade left the ring, shaking his head visibly frustrated. Julian gave him a nod and a pat on the back and immediately the disappointed look on Wade’s face immediately turned into a smirk as he brought the thumb and index of his right hand to his mouth, producing a loud whistle.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Jack Graves, Thatcher Ray Nash and Tyson Gregory emerged from the crowd, surrounding the ring. The LPW trio quickly obliterated the three remaining members of Team Braddock. Tyson nailed Sophie with his The End Of Your Sorrows, Thatcher connected his Shooting Iron (running single leg dropkick) on the Riot champion while Jack took care of Glory herself, obliterating her with The Hangman’s Call (chokeslam backbreaker). Jack then turned to Julian, smiling and inviting him to make the cover while he went to check on Rebekkah outside. Savell wanted to add his own touch, punishing the British Bombshell with another unnecessary Golden God Kick before picking up the win.

WINNER: Julian Savell
BY: 2-1 (Golden God Kick), 38:37

Post by gvb on Sept 8, 2022 14:09:13 GMT -6

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