Millennium CXV

Millennium CXV Feb 10, 2023 18:33:19 GMT -6

Post by gvb on Feb 10, 2023 18:33:19 GMT -6

Millennium CXV
Live from P&J Live in Aberdeen, Scotland
Wednesday, February 8th, 2023

“Divisionary” by ERRA blared over the PA system and out walks the entirety of The Division. Thatcher Ray Nash, Tyson Gregory, RAZE, Wade Manson, Jack Graves, Olly, Benjamin Atlas and finally, the MWE World Champion, Julian Savell. They made their way down to the ring before one by one, entering it. Starting off with the microphone was Julian Savell and the fans were none too pleased as they serenaded him with a chorus of boos. Julian couldn’t help but laugh and he encouraged the crowd to get louder, which they did. Once they died down, Juiian began to speak.

Julian Savell:
Hello Millennium Wrestling Enterprise. Do you see what you’re looking at? You’re not just looking at the future of professional wrestling, no, this is the present.

Julian pointed at every person in the ring.

Julian Savell:
This is wrestling. This is the image you’ll see when you look up that word in the dictionary. Because you see, we’re recreating this sport in our image. This? This is The Division.

He grinned before he looked down at the MWE World Championship around his waist and tapped it with his free hand.

Julian Savell:
And you see that? That’s not the only thing we’re taking. No, we’re taking all of the championships and not just that, but we’re taking away all of your heroes.

He nodded confidently.

Julian Savell:
And tonight? Clyde Eldon, Jr. and Sophie O’Brian will be made victims by Jack Graves and Olly, respectfully. We’ll let Olly and Jack touch on that, but before we do? Let’s have a word from the rest of our group.

Julian tossed the microphone to Thatcher Ray Nash, who furrowed his brow but he then began to speak.

Thatcher Ray Nash:
I guess I got a few things to get off of my chest. There’s been groups out there trying to form to stop us. There’s general managers trying to move us around like pawns to keep us down. But don’t get it twisted.

Thatcher shook his head.

Thatcher Ray Nash:
We dem boys, and we’re gonna continue to grow. You don’t know that the fuck we got waitin’ for ya’ll but trust me when I say that you ain’t gonna be ready. The Division ain’t the regulators you wanna fuck with.

The Anomaly, RAZE, chuckled out loud. His fists had been clenched, pacing as he listened to the other members of The Division. He excitedly pat Nash on the back, and in turn he passed RAZE the microphone.

RAZE:
MWE should look to the Cloud Gate Championship match at On Thin Ice to see exactly what we’re speaking about. The only way McKins was able to keep me from taking that championship, was to sneak the pin. I decimated Miki, Addi didn’t even have to pull anything extra in order to get the three count once I was done with her. That’s fine, bide your time all you want but it’s not going to help in the grand scheme of things. Each and every person that tries stepping to us, will be left the same as Miki was!

Wade Manson stretched his hand out to accept the microphone from RAZE. He tossed it over as they walked by. Manson had also been slowly pacing the ring, but now he halts, resting a hand on the Liberty Pro Extreme Championship around his waist.

Wade Manson:
I bet you’re sick of seeing me here, MWE. After all, I don’t even have a contract here, but rest assured, one of my boys will always be there to kick the door open. You never know when The Division will pop up, we can be everywhere at once. That’s definitely something that nobody has been able to get through their head.

He pauses for a moment, first looking to the left and then to the right.

Wade Manson:
The Division is all consuming. There is nowhere to hide, there is no escape.

After a moment Tyson extends his hand and nods to Wade before getting the microphone handed over to him. He looks out into the crowd and shakes his head.

Tyson Gregory:
You know, I was warned about how fucking nasty and disgusting the MWE crowds are but I wasn’t ready for the stench that hit when I passed through that curtain. I guess being the Liberty in the Bank winner, I’ve gotten spoiled with those fans. Don’t get me wrong, they are completely shit but at least they don’t smell and look like shit.

The crowd kicks into the booing once again which draws a laugh from the entire Division.

Tyson Gregory:
I’m just here tonight for my brothers and for our cause in the wrestling industry. Much like Thatcher said, there are groups trying to form and pick us off, stand up against us. The ones here that don’t have a MWE contract are just here to make sure everything is fair and no one tries to load the deck against us. We are here for the greater good of professional wrestling.

It was Olly’s turn to step up next. The former Academy student looked all around, scanning the booing crowd.

Olly:
You ungrateful fucks saw it at the last Pay-per-View, when we solved the company’s greatest problem in the best possible way. You were in a bad spot, stuck between another month of Braddock’s boring ass reign or a future with a weak champion like Tiff…

The fans obviously cheered at the mention of the Death Kicker.

Olly:
And we will continue our mission tonight, when I humble your homegirl…

Atlas stepped forward and whispered something in Olly’s ear.

Olly:
I’ve just been informed that Sophie O’Brian isn’t actually Scottish. I guess she actually has one good thing going for her.

This obviously didn’t fly with the crowd.

Olly:
Regardless of where she’s from, she’d be your guest here in Aberdeen for her, and I really hope for her that your healthcare system doesn’t suck as much as your food, or your horrible accent. But hey, at least she’ll be in good company…

With that grin plastered on his face, Olly took a step back and patted Jack on the shoulder, leaving him the stage.

Graves took the mic with a nod of approval. He was silent for a moment, soaking in the boos and enjoying the power that they had over the crowd. Finally, he turned to the nearby camera with a smirk, and he slowly removed his sunglasses to stare up the ramp.

Jack Graves:
Here piggy, piggy, piggy. Sooooooeyyyy.

Out of nowhere, Graves erupted with a spot on pig call, which got a collective laugh from the rest of the Division.

Stepping forward, he unclasped his GEW Grand Championship from around his waist and hoisted it into the air as he continued taunting Clyde Eldon who was surely watching backstage but not foolish enough to come out to interrupt them.

Jack Graves:
Come on piggy! I got a treat for you. You wanted a match with me soooo bad, right? You wanted to prove that good triumphs over evil and that the underdog story comes true in real life… right? And you know what? I bet these people believe that shit just as much as you do.

The crowd gave a pop at this notion, and Jack immediately gave them a disgusted sneer in return.

Jack Graves:
Well, it doesn’t happen like that. Sorry to break your poor little hearts. Evil often wins, in deciding fashion… and spoiler alert? That’s what is going to happen to you here tonight. I’m so sure about that, that I’ve cleared it with Maybelline Moss and MWE Management and well…

Jack shrugged.

Jack Graves:
Looks like you have a title match tonight, piggy pie. That’s right. I’m officially elevating this title, by definition, to a WORLD title by defending it here in Scotland against you. That’s how much faith I have in you beating me.

Thatcher held up his hand to form a zero and Jack nodded, gesturing toward it.

Jack Graves:
That's right. Zero. In fact, I’ll even up the ante some more. You beat me? Not only will I never step foot in Millennium again.. but I’ll denounce the Division and leave the group immediately. How’s that sound?

Turning to look over his shoulder at the group, Jack gave them a sly wink before continuing.

Jack Graves:
The fact is, you sold your soul to the gallows the minute you asked for this match. Just like these little pop-up groups have done by trying to rise up and stand against us. They will be met with the same result that you will be met with tonight, Piggy. They will be eradicated. Squashed under our boots like fuckin’ cockroaches. Because this is the dawn of a new day in wrestling, and it’s not a day full of sunshine and rainbows and puppy dogs. It’s a dark, bleak, and unforgiving day for anyone who stands against us. We are here to Divide and Conquer. Liberty, Empire, Valiant, Millennium… it doesn’t matter. Nowhere is safe. The landscape of wrestling has just turned into a battleground and us?

Jack gave another sinister smirk.

Jack Graves:
We are the war machine. The meat grinder. We will chew you up and spit you out and there isn’t a DAMN THING you can do to stop us.

With that, Jack dropped the mic and the last shot is one of The Division standing tall together in the middle of the ring, a clear and present terror looming over the world of wrestling.

Singles Match

Gio Vaccaro VS Ashley Bell

Making his MWE debut tonight, Gio Vaccaro immediately impressed with his strength, easily overpowering the Perfect 10 from the very first lock-up. He shoved Bell back into the ropes, immediately grabbing her by the arm and firing her across the ring with an Irish whip. As Ashley bounced back, the powerhouse obliterated her with a polish hammer.
Gio chose to keep a slow pace and maintain control, keeping Ashley grounded with static holds aiming to wear her down. Every now and then the newly signed competitor flaunted his strength with some power moves, which the Scottish fans seemed to enjoy particularly. A two-handed chokeslam almost put Bell out for good, but the Femme Fatale was able to get her shoulder up on time and leave the ring to regroup.
Vaccaro followed her outside but he bumped into Policy, Bell’s massive bodyguard. The two men stared at each other for a few moments, long enough for Ashley to crawl under the ring and reappear behind Vaccaro’s back blasting him with a discus forearm to the back of the head. She then climbed on the apron and asked Policy to push Gio back in the ring. She then jumped on the top rope and landed on the Brooklyn native with a springboard elbow drop, obtaining a count of two.
Finally able to use her speed, Ashley managed to build some momentum, maintaining an edge on Gio with kicks and the occasional dirty trick. She had him in the corner and kept kicking him above the waist, aiming at the floating ribs. Her following Irish whip attempt got countered by Vaccaro who then charged at full speed toward the corner and hit her with a running elbow. She was quick to reach with her hand in front of her face and raked his eyes, climbing to the top rope. From there she jumped and drove Gio on the canvas with a diving bulldog.
The tide turned in the blink of an eye when Vaccaro caught the running opponent and planted her on the canvas with a spinebuster. He wrapped his hands around her neck and pulled her up to her feet, immediately following with a couple of stiff right to the jaw. With remarkable ease, he lifted Ashley over his head in a gorilla press position and started pacing the ring, receiving a round of applause by the Scots fans when he launched her against Policy, taking the big man down.
Gio was in full control, taking another minute to showcase his skills before bringing this one home in an impressive fashion with his Nightmares (razor’s edge), making the cover and enjoying the round of applause that followed his successful MWE debut.

WINNER: Gio Vaccaro
BY: Pinfall (Nightmares), 6:35

Previously Recorded
Agora Network Exclusive
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page is backstage at the Ball Arena for NIght 1 of On This Ice following getting involved in the Lockdown Championship match.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
Didn’t I tell you, Karen?!?! Didn't I tell you that I would get you, bitch?!?! Now you are leaving here tonight without any MWE Championship gold.

Tiffany laughs.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
Now phase one of my Karen’s Karma plan is done I can move onto the next phase of my plan. You are so predictable Karen that I am sure that you are going to whine, bitch, and complain like you normally do. You’ll bad mouth me, you will try to diminish Gabriel pinning you in the middle of the ring. Gabriel is a good kid who deserves to be Lockdown Champion and just because you’ll be throwing another Karen size tantrum doesn’t make it untrue.

Tiffany has a look of focus in her eyes.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
But Karen you get rest assured I am not done with your bitch ass yet because almost since the day I signed with MWE you have been talking trash about me. You injured me and cost me the Tag Team Championships. You constantly lust after Duke. Newsflash Karen, Duke doesn’t have a wrinkle fetish and he finds you disgusting.

Tiffany cracks a smile.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
So now that you a have a chink in your armour. Now you’ll feel some heartache and you will continue to feel that because next I am going to win Red Line 4 and I am going to get a MWE Junior Heavyweight title match and take the title away from your latest preschool age boyfriend. Then after I do that, Karen, I am really going to turn up the heat on you and get you good.

Tiffany has a devilish smile on her face and walks away.

Singles Match

Bey Addams VS Evelyn Carter

Surely this wasn’t the first dance these two had had. They started together at The Academy, before Bey left the developmental system and, for a period of time, wrestling altogether. One year later, they met again and while Evelyn offered a handshake and a smile to begin things with, Addams didn’t reciprocate the gesture, seemingly focused and eager to start the match.
Sister of the late Tapp Addams, Bey inherited from him a certain penchant for technical wrestling, trapping Carter in a web of submission and transitioning between holds with mastery and smooth movements, not leaving Evelyn much room to maneuver. Vi tried her best, trying to disentangle herself from the opponent but she couldn’t find any opening, finally realizing that her best chance was to reach for the ropes.
Bey let her go and got up to her feet. As soon as Vi did the same, Bey leaned in trying to grab her but Vi slipped away and moved behind Addams’ back, kicking her behind the leg. Carter stuck to that plan for a while, using her evasion skills to stay away from the opponent. Kick after kick, chop after chop, Evelyn forced Bey against the ropes and knocked her over out of the ring with a clothesline. Vi then followed with a tope suicida, receiving a round of applause from the fans for her feat.
Addams looked surprised by Carter’s performance. The young girl surely had improved a lot since her Academy days, especially since Jessica Carter took her under her wing. After trying to catch Bey off guard with quick pinning combinations, Evelyn pulled out the heavy artillery and struck Bey down with a springboard enziguri kick. Bey got up immediately and walked straight into a hurricanrana from Carter, worth another count of two.
Clearly missing the ring shape after so long, Bey had to take another break. She paced outside the ring, shaking her head visibly disappointed with herself so far, or at least expecting better from her performance. Evelyn tried to take advantage with another suicide dive, but this time Addams was ready for it, intercepting her with a kick to the head.
Heading back inside the ring, Bey kept control with another lesson in grappling, adding a few suplexes to her showcase, dropping Evelyn on her neck with a dragon suplex. The technique was still of high quality, save for some minor imperfection due to some understandable ring rust. Evelyn took a fair share of punishment but kept fighting, finding the opening to strike back with a superkick. The final part of the match was a nice back and forth between the two that ended with Bey’s Schoolboy’s Dropout, a rollup with foot on the ropes and a handful of tights that kept Evelyn down for the three. Maybe this wasn’t the cleanest victory, or not a dominant performance as she got everyone accustomed to during her Academy days, but Bey didn’t really seem to mind.

WINNER: Bey Addams
BY: Pinfall (Schoolboy Dropout), 8:16

"Minuetto" by Luigi Boccherini hits and the crowd erupts with boos as out from the back comes the former Lockdown Champion. The noise and anger from the crowd at having to see her is as loud as ever as Karen Eldon walks out from the backstage area, wearing a flowing red dress with matching heels. Looking out at the crowd with a scowl at their reaction, as a bit of a “You lost” chant begins through the crowd. She angrily walks down the ramp, grabbing a mic set up on the ring apron for her before she even gets into the ring.

Karen Eldon:
Shut up! SHUT UP! I did not lose! I DID NOT!

Karen yells this at the top of her lungs, voice cracking a bit with her anger as this only causes the crowd to get even more loud. She enters the ring and then walks to the ropes as she screams out at the crowd.

Karen Eldon:
I am still your Lockdown Champion. Now be quiet!!

This again only makes the crowd even louder and only makes Karen more frustrated as she glares out at them. Waiting until they start to die down to raise the microphone back to her lips.

Karen Eldon:
I am your Lockdown Champion and you all know it. I had Gabriel beat! I was going to end him for good until that little rodent faced loser Tiffany had to stick her nose where it didn’t belong. And despite my several written, formal, and informal complaints to management they have still not made it right. But I know one person who will…Gabriel Landry calls himself a man of honor…

Karen says this with disdain in her voice that she has to speak to her ex-boyfriend who now can say he beat her.

Karen Eldon:
He knows that he didn't deserve that title shot to start with, he didn’t deserve to win the belt, he’s made a career off of being my boyfriend! And now won a title because of Tiffany. But I know Gabriel and I know that he would never win like that…So Gabriel get out here…right now! And give me MY BELT!

Screaming up the ramp as she points at the mat back at Gabriel. Walking On A Dream by Empire Of The Sun plays. Gabriel Landry walks out with the Lockdown Championship wrapped around his waist much to the fans delight. However, the expression on his face is one of utter disgust as he approaches his ex-girlfriend. Reaching the ring, he slides underneath the rope. He walks past her, asks the ring announcer for a microphone. He wasted no time walking up to Karen.

Gabriel Landry:
Let's get one key thing out the way. I didn’t deserve the shot to begin with? You do realize all former Gold Star Champions from the Academy are able to challenge for a championship upon graduation. How do you think your girl, Faith, became the Cloud Gate Champion? By calling her shot; the same as me. With that out the way--

Gabriel sighs. He doesn’t doesn’t look down at the Lockdown Championship with any sense of pride.

Gabriel Landry:
This is what I was concerned about. Jasper and everyone else can say don’t listen to a goddamn word you say. No one gets it. After everything you did to Tiffany. To me. To your own daughter. To Bree. I needed to be the one who wrestled this away from you... the right way. Funny. I tried helping Selena. You clocked me with your purse. You tried to avoid facing me in the first place. Even after all that you blinded me with pepper spray. Some would argue you deserved everything that came when Tiff came to screw you over. As much as people keep telling me, Gabe, you should make the best of it. How can I ignore that I ultimately failed in the end.

Karen looks excited. Sounds like Gabriel might actually give into her outrageous demand. He looks at the Lockdown Championship once again.

Gabriel Landry:
Even if I wanted to hand you back to the Lockdown Championship, I couldn’t. Referee’s decision is final. I’m the champion whether you like it or not.

Gabriel smiles. Karen glares a hole through him.

Gabriel Landry:
I do have a choice whether I walk to the back, hand Elsa the championship. Let her decide how a new champion will be settled. I am still of the mind to do just th--

To everyone’s shock it is Erika Eldon’s music that hits next, receiving a pop from the crowd. Looking less disheveled than in weeks past, wearing leggings and a tank top. The girl has had such a rough last few months that the crowd have become sympathetic to her plight being Karen’s daughter. Karen looks confused as to why she is there, as she shakes her head as Erika walks down the ramp.

Karen Eldon:
Erika go to the back! This doesn’t concern you! Gabriel give me the belt!!

Karen yells back at Gabriel, ignoring her daughter as she has for years now. As Erika enters the ring staring her mother down as Karen ignores her demanding her belt. Gabriel looks over at Erika seeming a bit confused as to what she is out here for. When suddenly Erika grabs Gabriel by his shirt and pulls him into a kiss, Gabriel is at first a bit reluctant. But eventually he gets into it, even moving his hand to her back for a moment. The camera pans around them as they make out to show a shot of Karen Eldon who looks like she has short circuited. One eye tweaking as the other goes wide, mouth dropped. The crowd goes wild for her getting her just karma.

Once they’re done making out, Gabriel looks at Erika. He licks his lips, letting her and everyone else who picked up on it that he enjoyed it. He then turns to Karen who remains speechless, a rare feat.

Gabriel Landry:
... might not be very gentlemanly of me to say but... I know who the better kisser is between you two.

Gabriel chuckles a little bit. The crowd is eating this up. Karen... not so much. Gabriel grabs Erika’s hand.

Gabriel Landry:
Yeah. I’m not handing you the title Karen. End of discussion.

He turns to Erika.

Gabriel Landry:
I’m sure we can find a pleasant place in Scotland to enjoy the rest of the show. Care to join me?

Erika gives him a nod in agreement seeming to have more confidence then she has had in awhile. Gabriel holds the ropes for her as the two exit the ring together. The two head backstage as Karen has yet to move from the spot she was in, staring out of the ring into seemingly nothing…not taking this well at all, the fans only making it worse by laughing at her expense.

Tag Team Match

Walker & Jasper King VS Mighty Nightfall

The HRW Tag Team champions Izzi Grimes and Chloé Night received a loud pop as they made their way to the ring. Jasper and Walker received a similar reaction, although the Bamboozler managed to turn the crowd against him when he hit Chloe with a cheap shot to the throat after she allowed a clean break. The NY native taunted the crowd as he dragged the opponent toward his corner and made the tag to Jasper. The King Of Pumpkins stepped over the top rope and knocked Chloe down with a heavy right before scooping up his own partner and letting him fall on top of the opponent with a splash from a gorilla press position. As Walker rolled out, Jasper made the cover but Izzi entered the ring and saved her partner.
Jasper used his impressive strength to control the match, dominating the opponents regardless of who happened to be legal at the time. Whether it was Chloe or Izzi’s turn, The King Of Pumpkins ruled inside the squared circle, tossing Nightfall members left and right and making it look easy. Everyone thought this one was over when his samoan drop squashed Grimes, who incredibly still managed to get her shoulder up in time.
After taking a moment on the outside to regroup, the Mighty Nightfall were able to turn things around and begin to work together. Their chemistry and experience when it comes to tag matches allowed them to isolate Jasper in their half of the ring and wear him down with combined attacks. A double superkick eventually knocked the former Academy student down, giving the two girls the chance to climb to the top rope. They jumped on Jasper with their What Goes Up Has Got To Fall (splash from Izzi/leg drop from Chloe), but it wasn’t enough to keep the big guy down.
After a couple of minutes where The Mighty Nightfall seemed in absolute control, Jasper finally managed to get a break, running through the two opponents and knocking them flat on their backs with a double clothesline. He made the tag to Walker who watched the position of his opponents as they got up and knocked them back down with a springboard crossbody. Walker unceremoniously pushed Night out of the ring with his foot and made the cover on Grimes, getting another count of two.
The Kottonmouth Champ performed wonderfully against the more experienced opponent, managing to keep Izzi away from her partner and obtaining a near fall with his snapmare/roundhouse kick combo. He often involved his partner, the two of them clearly taking this tag thing seriously and looking to improve their chemistry. The combination of Walker’s speed and Jasper’s power made for a dangerous combination already, but their creativity when it comes to double team moves took things to the next level. With Chloe now in the corner, Jasper launched his partner toward her. Walker got both knees up and drove them on Night’s face, rocking her.
Chloe managed to get to her partner for the tag, but she was unlikely going to be of any help to her partner for the rest of the match. Which didn’t last long, anyway. Izzi did her best, but her kicks barely seemed effective on King. Sure, she managed to bring him down to his knees, perfectly positioned for her Sac-Town Kick but as she charged in to deliver the superkick, Walker grabbed her foot and caused her to trip over. This gave Jasper time to recover and lift Grimes for a powerbomb, running toward his corner and throwing her into the turnbuckle. From the apron, Walker connected an enziguri to the back of her head. After receiving the tag from King, the NY native scored the decisive pinfall with his patented frog splash called I’m A Peacock Captain, You Gotta Let Me Fly.

WINNER: Walker & Jasper King
BY: Pinfall (I’m A Peacock Captain, You Gotta Let Me Fly), 10:13

The scene opens up backstage where we find our new Chicago Way Champion, Ahalya Patel. The Indian Queen as she likes to call herself stands in front of a mirror dutifully playing with her hair before turning around to the camera giving off her best beauty queen smile.

Ahalya Patel:
What’s good Millennium? Feels like its been a minute since I saw you last, but hey time flies when you’re having a good time right? That’s what they say anyways and well lets just put it out there, I’m having a damn good time! Winning the Chicago Way Championship at On Thin Ice, just made everything great and now that I’m holding this gold, you best believe I ain’t letting go.

She paused now, promptly raising her championship up to her shoulder to rest there before she walked a few steps forward.

Ahalya Patel:
Tonight ain’t about all of that though, even though the stipulations are similar to those we’ve been fighting in these past few weeks, this hardcore match holds a unique precedence with four very different opponents. I’m really starting to love the chaos that comes with these type of matches and well we all know that you never really know what can come of these types of scenarios. Weapons can play a huge factor in whether you win or lose and with opponents like Lucie Calloway, Till Schlotterbeck, and Nate Krell. . . well you can say you just don’t fucking know what’s going to happen. . . or do we?

A coy grin came to her face then as she untied her belt that resembled the same scarf she used to nearly choke Kim out in the ladder match in order to win her championship, she pulled tightly on the scarf wrapping it around her fingers before stretching it to its furthest point, indicating her skill and technique with the garment. She however didn’t utter a word as she continued to offer that same smile to the camera.

Ahalya Patel:
Guess we’ll just have to see. I don’t wish much luck to people who are about to get they ass kicked usually, but hey I got enough couth in me to at least say that you should enjoy the show Millennium, but for now your girl’s got to go. Peace.

She waved off to the camera before disappearing out of sight.

Four Way Hardcore Match

Ahalya Patel VS Till Schlotterbeck VS Lucie Callaway VS Nate Krelle

After trying to kill each other at On Thin Ice, Till and Nate Krelle didn’t waste any time tonight either and went at each other, trading overhand chops in the center of the ring, Nate won this first exchange, forcing Schlotterbeck to take a break on the outside, holding his already bruised chest. The Anti-Trend had other plans, launching himself over the top rope and wiping out the German.
Inside the ring, Ahalya and Lucie were battling for supremacy. The Chicago Way champion had the experience on her side and easily took control but Lucie had a lot to prove tonight. Things didn’t really go her way in quite some time, but a chaotic match like this was a huge opportunity to turn things around, especially for the youngest wrestler to have won the Chicago Way championship. With a couple of elbows to the stomach, Lucie got out of Patel’s headlock and dragged her toward the corner, starting to smash her head into the turnbuckle. A couple of shots in, the sadistic side running in her family came out and she ripped the protective pad away, beginning to bash the champ’s head against the exposed steel.
Things escalated rather quickly on the outside as the boys knocked it up a notch, bringing weapons into the mix. Nate had a kendo stick in his hands and was punishing Till, swinging the cane down his back. The German tried to escape but Krelle was relentless in his attacks. A lucky break came when the kendo stick broke in half, leaving Nate momentarily stunned and disarmed. Till grabbed one half of it and just stabbed his opponent in the thigh with it, eliciting a groan of pain from the Anti-Trend and a “Prost!” of approval from the fans.
Schlotterbeck was back inside the ring, armed with a steel chair. Lucie was the first to feel the might of the German as she got caught with a powerful swing. Luckily, she managed to turn slightly, getting hit on the arm/shoulder rather than flat on the face, but the impact was enough to knock her down and, apparently, hurt her arm. Till then walked toward Ahalya, who was still recovering from Callaway’s early attack. The Chicago Way champion already paid her tribute in blood, a trickle of red running down her face courtesy of that close encounter with the steel corner. And she was about to have another unpleasant date with Till’s chair, but Nate saved her by sliding back in the ring and hitting the German with a low blow.
The champion’s Rear Leg Front Kick sent the Anti-Trend right into a chair shot to the back courtesy of the returning Callaway. Lucie was looking to end what she started with Ahalya but Till took that from her when he drove his shoulder into Patel’s midsection with a massive spear. As Ahalya rolled out of the way, Till tried to stand up but he received a chair shot to the back that flattened him. Lucie rolled him on his back and delivered another shot to the chest before leaving the chair there as she climbed to the top rope, probably for her Hell Upside Down.
Before Callaway could leap for her 630 splash, Ahalya stood to her feet and knocked her on the outside with the En Femina. It was a nasty fall for Lucie who landed hard on the hard floor below, unable to move for several seconds. In that period of time Till picked himself up and dropped Patel on the chair with his PROST! (Croyt’s Wrath). That was enough to keep down anyone, including the Chicago Way champion but Till never got the chance to pin her, as Nate obliterated him with his F’n Krelle. The Anti-Trend made the cover on his rival but Lucie somehow was able to break it up. And paid for it as the Newcastle native put her into the Krelle’s Gates, forcing her to tap out rather quickly.

WINNER: Nate Krelle
BY: Submission (Krelle’s Gates), 14:21

Singles Match

Luis Rivera VS Addi McKins

Two strong personalities, two confident (some might say cocky) young wrestlers who had been on a collision course since the moment they met. Luis had just joined the Academy to replace Bey Addams, Addi was at the time the Gold Star and was selected to be Rivera’s first opponent. A baptism by fire for the former boxer, a test he passed with flying colors when he knocked McKins out in only 42 seconds. Addi never quite got over that embarrassing loss, and Luis never lost a chance to remind her of it.
Even before the match, Luis taunted Addison, saying that he was hoping she’d last a little longer this time. Addi clocked him with a right punch before the bell even sounded and unleashed a flurry of strikes to Luis, taking him completely off guard. She forced him back in the corner and kept hitting him furiously, until the referee stepped between them and interrupted the onslaught.
The official pushed Addi back, giving Lucho the chance to step out of the corner. One of Addi’’s punches had caught him on the mouth, busting his lips open. Rivera bit his lips, tasting his own blood. He smiled at the champion, nodding his head almost as he was complimenting her. Addi attacked once again, but this time Luis dodged Captain Cloud Gate’s assault and hit her with a lightning quick right punch to the back of the head. And just like that, it was over. Once again.

WINNER: Luis Rivera
BY: Rabbit Punch, 1:21

We cut backstage. There near the ready area we find the new MWE Intercontinental Champion, the now blonde but still lovely Northern Ireland native Sophie O’Brian. Sophie is dressed in her green wrestling attire. She has new newly won MWE Intercontinental Championship title belt wrapped around her waist. A knowing smirk is etched across her face. Also, it is noticeable that Glory Braddock is absent right now.

Sophie O’Brian:
Sun Tzu said Know the enemy and know yourself in a hundred battles you will never be in peril. When you are ignorant of the enemy but know yourself, your chances of winning or losing are equal. If ignorant both of your enemy and of yourself, you are certain in every battle to be in peril.” Those with true wisdom will understand the meaning of this; your leaders will understand what this means. Followers and goons are not paid to think. They are given orders and they just do what they are told without the trouble of having to think. Followers and goons do not need wisdom. Therefore I suppose I am wasting my time trying to educate you or even give you some semblance of a warning, Olly, because when it comes to Division, you are merely a follower. You do as you are told like a good little soldier should.

Sophie shrugs her shoulders.

Sophie O’Brian:
Nevertheless, you should know who you are facing. You should always be aware of what your opponent is capable of. I am capable of some fairly horrific acts. I am capable of being more ruthless and violent than anyone on this roster. The only reason I have not exhibited such dark behavior is because of the presence of the one person keeping me restrained…that person was Glory Braddock. But do you see her with me? Has anyone seen her tonight?

The champion shakes her head.

Sophie O’Brian:
She is not here tonight. Quite frankly, I am not sure when she will return. This company does not deserve her and never deserved her. And until and unless she returns, you get to deal with me…a completely unchained version of me with no strings attached, no restraints, and no reason to hold back from making the horrific visions I have in my head a reality. No one has ever had to deal with this version of Sophie O’Brian before because I have been holding back. Kenzie got a taste of what I am capable of and the fruits of that labor is now wrapped around my waist.

She pats the championship belt that is wrapped around her waist.

Sophie O’Brian:
Tonight you get to be another example of what I am capable of when I sink to the lowest of lows, to my darkest place, and embrace who I really am. Do not expect to defeat me tonight. Do not plan for that, Olly. Your plan should be to survive. If you can survive then that alone is an accomplishment.

She points a finger at the camera.

Sophie O’Brian:
And to those watching this at home, hoping that perhaps I would be your hero…I am NOT a hero. I am the villain of this story. If you hope I would stand against The Division then you will be disappointed. I will only stand against them if they happen to be an opponent, which is the case tonight. You will no doubt cheer for me and hope that I cripple Olly. That alone shows your own bloodthirsty nature. You hope that I maim Olly only because you hate him more than you hate me. Maybe I will grant your wish? Or perhaps out of spite I will not? At Thin Ice I challenged for the Intercontinental Championship and won it…for myself. I went out in the main event to fight, not against The Division because it was the right thing to do but because Glory Braddock is my friend. As long as I am left to my own devices then “the right thing” can be damned. Here is true wisdom…always look out for number one, and that is yourself. I am looking out for myself, I will make myself into the greatest Intercontinental Champion I can possibly be. Do not get your hopes up expecting a savior. That is not who I am.

Singles Match

Clyde Eldon Jr. VS Jack Graves

Some may see this as an unequal battle, and the gap between the two competitors appeared pretty obvious. On one side the GEW Champion, a man who has been on a roll since stepping into the business, the guy who took out Gavin Grimes. On the other, a young man who has been struggling to make a real impact. But finding the right motivations can do miracles to a man, and between the desire to stop The Division and the opportunity coming from the title on the line, CEJ started off strong, blasting Graves with a flurry of right hands before leveling him with a lariat.
The Scottish fans were getting behind Karen’s son, which gave Clyde even more confidence. He doubled Jack over with a kick to the stomach and took a run at the ropes, grabbing Jack’s head and knocking him down with a running neckbreaker. Eldon hooked the legs for a deep cover but Graves kicked out in two. CEJ kept up his offense with a series of stomps, dragging the Nashvillain up to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. Jack bounced back and raised his leg, leveling Clyde with a running big boot.
After the first part of the match where Clyde Eldon thought he may have a chance, it became abundantly clear that the young man bit more than he could chew when he challenged Jack Graves. The GEW Grand Champion was too strong, too vicious, too much for him. 110th Street Slam (spinebuster), Black Curtain (straightjacket DDT), Mossy Oak Mudslinger ( Spear in the corner before catching them on the rebound to loft them overhead with a brutal belly to belly)... Graves really didn’t go easy on the man who dared step up to the Division, wanting to send a message not only to him, but to everyone else who felt like getting in their way was a good idea.
Luckily for Clyde, the message was rather short and straight to the point. Soon enough Jack got bored and signaled for the end. He gave Clyde a few moments to recover and pick himself up before grabbing him by the throat and lifting him in the air before driving him all the way down onto his knee for the Hangman’s Call (chokeslam backbreaker). After that, he made the cover and retained the title in a match that, aside from the first few minutes, never really seemed in question.
Unfortunately for Clyde, the bell wasn’t the end of his suffering. Thatcher Ray Nash and Atlas walked out of the curtains and joined Jack in the ring, starting a savage beatdown on CEJ, stomping and kicking him while he was down. The Killer Kowboy then picked him up and held him in position while the big guy Benjamin Atlas hit him with heavy punches to the stomach and rib cage. Then they switched positions, with Atlas immobilizing Clyde while Thatcher took aim. Erika came out running to the ring, desperately asking them to stop but her plea for mercy wasn’t enough to move the three men. Thatcher still hit Clyde with the Shooting Iron (running single leg dropkick to the face) while Erika herself got a taste of The Division’s brutality when Jack clocked her from behind with his Dinner Bell (bullhammer elbow), after making her watch her father getting brutalized.

WINNER: Wrestler
BY: Method, Time

We cut backstage. There we find the self-proclaimed Queen of the Death Match Kimberly Williams. The Queen of the Death Match is wearing plaid purple a-line gothic style mid length pleated skirt, a black long sleeve shirt with “Kim For Riot GM” printed on the front, and black boots. She has her SCW Underground Championship title belt wrapped around her waist, the HKW Bloodlust Championship title belt draped over her right shoulder, and the ‘Datura Invented’ Unsanctioned Championship title belt draped over her left shoulder.

Kimberly Williams:
This promo/shoot was paid for and approved by The Committee To Elect Kim Williams Riot GM!

She winks at the camera.

Kimberly Williams:
Chaos. Anarchy. To some it is a doctrine, others a philosophy, still others its just a fancy faction name to slap on a lunchbox or a t-shirt. But before there was any group such as the Queens of Chaos there was ME! There was Kimberly Williams! I have been the very definition of chaos before chaos was cool! And to me, chaos is more than just a doctrine, a philosophy, or a marketing tool. Chaos is a lifestyle. I chose to embrace chaos because chaos is fair.

The Woman Scorned chuckles.

Kimberly Williams:
Fair is not what happens in MWE. You have a set of rules for some and not everyone else. You have tag team champions that get away with murder every single title defense but the fans and management are ok with it because they are popular. Tiff, someone I have come to admire, went through hell to earn a world title match, she went through hell at the hands of Faizah and others, and finally when she got her opportunity it was robbed from her but that’s ok because Julian Savell happens to have earned a shot as well. Who invented these rules? The rules make no sense. That is why for the longest time I have had no qualms being pigeon holed into the hardcore divisions. I have for a long time had no problem challenging exclusively for the hardcore title in Zion, the Underground Title in SCW, and the Chicago Way title here in MWE. Because when shenanigans of any sort take place in a death match environment, it is fair; anything goes in a death match. You cannot break the rules when there are no rules to break.

Williams sighs deeply.

Kimberly Williams:
Now don’t think I am singling out our saintly tag team champions or the fake world champion. There are many more examples of injustices going on in this company but I just don’t have enough time to list them all. But I am here to put MWE on notice. The Queen of the Death Match is no longer going to sit on the sidelines. MWE management should have already stepped in and fixed some of these injustices but they chose not to, because MWE management are cowards. They have no backbone. Faizah had practically enslaved Tiff but MWE claimed they couldn’t do anything about it…the tag champions cheat regularly and MWE claims they cannot do anything…The Division regularly screws up everything and MWE claims that they are powerless.

She snarls.

Kimberly Williams:
I call bullshit. Management everywhere, not just here in MWE, lack the backbone to make the tough decisions to make things right. They choose to let the inmates run the asylum. Well as a former inmate of an asylum, I nominate myself as the appropriate person to illustrate to MWE what it really means to have CHAOS rule the day! If management wants to just sit back and do nothing, then I will gladly impose chaos upon the entirety of the company. The Chicago Way WILL become the WAY of all of MWE, not just the one division and the one championship! I will usher in a new era of chaos into MWE.

Williams shakes her head.

Kimberly Williams:
Just like chaos is unpredictable, so am I. You won’t know where I will start, how I will proceed, or what I will do because there will be no pattern. None. If MWE refuses to make things right then I will take matters into my own hands. Chaos makes everything right because chaos is fair.

Singles Match

Sophie O'Brian VS Olly

Fresh from her big victory at OnThin Ice, Sophie O’Brian didn’t really have much time to celebrate. Less than 24 hours after taking the title from Kenzie Garrett, the Northern Irish had to see The Division pull the perfect hit on her best friend Glory Braddock with an all-out attack during the main event that, despite her prompt intervention, nobody could stop. Tonight could be seen as a chance to avenge the former MWE World champion as she stepped in the ring against one of Savell’s partners in crime.
To start the match,Sophie worked the two time Tag champion over with various ground-based submission holds, trying to wear him down and psychologically frustrate him as she wouldn’t let him any chance to get his offense going. As far as technique goes, there was really no contest. Sophie was light years ahead of her opponent, and she knew it so well. He tried, but disentangle from the tangle of limbs was beyond his abilities, and not even the most raw way to break out of a submission, the classic pounding at the opponent’s leg to force them to let go, didn’t work as O’Brian quickly switched to a different hold, staying out of reach.
Olly eventually was able to create enough separation to land a flurry of chops and stiff strikes. The referee warned him a couple of times against using closed fists, but as per usual Olly was freely interpreting the rulebook, testing the official’s patience when he attempted to choke Sophie in the corner. This time the scolding was more stern as the ref got in the young man’s face trying to impose his authority and only getting a dismissive smirk in reply. Climbing on the second rope, Olly then started punching O’Brian’s head with The Salute, a combination of ten punches at the turnbuckle that left the IC champion dazed. Olly followed with a snap suplex, resulting in a count of two.
Seemingly in control, Olly grew cocky and this was his big mistake. He took way too long to taunt the fans while Sophie was once again in the corner, giving the Northern Irish plenty of time to recover. And when he went for a running back elbow, he found nobody home as Sophie stepped aside. O’Brian grabbed his arm and bent it in a way that it wasn’t supposed to bend, moving him away from the ropes and forcing him back on the mat, putting more pressure on that arm with an armbar. Olly tried to fight back, struggling to get out that hold but, just like earlier in the match, there was no room to maneuver. His best chance this time was to shift his position and manage to pin Sophie’s shoulders to the mat, forcing her to let go of his arm in order to kick out. The two got up to their feet and despite the injured arm, Olly was able to strike first, catching the champ off guard with a headbutt.
Once again the tide had turned, with Olly now back in control. Sophie was sent face-first into the turnbuckle, bouncing off right into a back rake from Olly. She arched her back and immediately got hit by a stiff punch to the kidney that put her down to her knees, right where Olly wanted her to be. The Random Act Of Violence that followed put down the Intercontinental champion, but the veteran showed great ring awareness by putting her foot on the bottom rope.
Somehow O’Brian managed to climb the slope and regain the lost ground, scoring a long count of two with the Death Of Wisdom (variation of codebreaker). The Northern Irish was in the driver’s seat, but the variable she didn’t consider was right behind the corner. And surprisingly, it wasn’t Olly’s allies of the Division. Kenzie Garrett, the former Intercontinental champion hopped the barricade and grabbed her title from the timekeeper table and smashed it on Sophie’s face, making it clear that she wasn’t done with her. Olly suffered the same fate a moment later, getting knocked down by the Soulknife who was now standing tall, her eyes glued on the championship she had just lost.

WINNER: Sophie O’Brian
BY: DQ, 11:22

Singles Match

Tiff VS Pierce Manning

The building was absolutely buzzing as both competitors came to the ring, the anticipation for this main event was through the roof. The crowd was pretty one sided, with Tiff being clearly the fan favorite while Pierce fit perfectly the role of the villain, especially after having put the Riot general manager on the injured list. Manning shot in quickly but Tiff avoided it, hitting the man with a kick behind the leg. The size advantage wasn’t going to be an issue for the former Cloud Gate champion, well accustomed to fighting bigger opponents. She played well into her strengths, using her speed to dodge The Man’s attacks and giving him a taste of her most dangerous weapon: her kicks.
It didn’t take Pierce long to come up with countermeasures for Tiff’s start. He was able to block one of her kicks and quickly took her down with a dragon screw leg whip. Maintaining hold on her feet, he began to kick her leg and twist it, aiming at taking down her strongest suit. Tiff was able to use her free leg to kick him away and get up to her feet, standing once again in front of Manning. He had that cocky grin on his face, and he must have said something that got under Tiff’s skin as she swung with a right hand, trying to take that smug expression off his face. Manning dodged the blow and raised his knee, catching the Five Foot Death Machine right on the chest. He mocked her as she was catching her breath, patting her on the head before he dropped her down with a neckbreaker..
Once Tiff did get the advantage and managed to drop Pierce on one knee after she kicked his leg she did the same thing to him, which again sent the crowd into a frenzy. Giving him a small taste of his own medicine might have felt good and surely got over well with the fans, but it came with a cost. Her following Death Kick attempt didn’t find the target as Pierce was able to move out of the way. He quickly moved behind Tiff and lifted her with an overhead German Suplex. The pace slowed for a little bit as Manning used his power to toss the smaller opponent across the ring. Tiff briefly fought back but Pierce tied her in an abdominal stretch, using his free hand to club her abdomen.
Confidence really can do miracles. After hitting the rock bottom professionally in the first half of 2022 and even considering hanging the boots, the recent performance against Seth Iser and the win over Vincent Moretti truly breathed new life into The Man. He was performing at a top notch level, dominating Tiff and making everything look effortless. Suplexes, submissions, strikes. He truly was at the top of his game, and it seemed to be too much for Tiff. For several minutes she couldn’t land a single move, completely at the mercy of The Man who came close to the win in a couple of occasions, with his hangman’s neckbreaker and a brutal lariat to the back of that almost knocked Tiff’s head off.
Never count Tiff out tho. The Death Kicker came back with a second wind, throwing a flurry of offense at Pierce. Out of desperation maybe, but nonetheless effective. Those kicks hit their target with pinpoint precision, leaving Pierce groggy in the middle of the ring. Tiff took a short run at the ropes and blasted him with her uncle’s patented knee strike, the Peacemaker, obtaining a long count of two.
The match continued with a prolonged exchange in the middle of the ring that saw the two competitors trading punches and kicks. Manning not only accepted to challenge Tiff on her chosen field, but he beat her at her own game, although he had to take the low road to get the upper hand with a cheap eye poke before the tremendous uppercut that sent the blonde falling back into the ropes. On the rebound, Pierce met her with a kick to the gut and set her up for a suplex but Tiff blocked the attempt and caught him by surprise with the small package, almost getting away with the win.
The closing moments of this matchup were absolutely wild, filled with close calls and the obligatory twist. It seemed all over for Tiff when Pierce connected his Know Your Place, but somehow the former Cloud Gate champion kicked out in time. A minute later, she came close to the win with a running big boot to the seated Manning. That seemed to be the prelude to the Death Kick, Tiff looked ready for it and the fans watched in trepidation, ready for the impact. But then Megan Manning happened, calling Tiff and distracting her, buying her husband enough time to retrieve his trusted roll of quarters and hitting her with it. He then set Tiff up on the ropes for his TBTM that allowed him to pick up another win. Less clean than the previous ones, but a win nonetheless.

WINNER: Pierce Manning
BY: Pinfall (TBTM), 16:41

Post by gvb on Feb 10, 2023 18:33:19 GMT -6

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