Riot In Wales

Riot In Wales Mar 22, 2023 15:23:47 GMT -6

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Post by gvb on Mar 22, 2023 15:23:47 GMT -6

Riot in Wales
Card booked by Javen
Live from Motorpoint Arena in Cardiff, Wales
Sunday, March 19th, 2023

Singles Match

Paula Parker VS Caleb Rush

After Paula’s complaint for being left off the card by Kimberly in her Super Fantastic Riot Spectacular, Javen decided to give her a match on his card, pitting the Prodigy against Caleb Rush. Not much is known about this young man, other than he’s a local talent and, in the Hall Of Famer’s words, he’ll be a worthy opponent for Parker.
In all fairness, Caleb looked less than impressive. An out-of-shape, middle aged man who looked more like he belonged sitting in front of a pint of beer in some dive rather than in a wrestling ring. And maybe a pub was where Javen found him, offering him a few quick bucks to fight the young prodigy. That would explain his fighting style, a flurry of sloppy, clumsy punches that Parker dodged without sweating. Just as effortlessly, Parker dropped the poor bastard on his head with The Point, ending this farce in less than a minute.
The fans were still chanting for Rush despite the embarrassing performance. But I bet that wasn’t the reason for the scowl on Paula’s face. The Prodigy looked pissed, and if I had to assume the reason, I’d say that the target of her ire was Javen, who disrespected her by giving a talentless hack for an opponent.

WINNER: Paula Parker
BY: Pinfall (The Point) 0:31

Anyone watching the show with their volume turned up was going to live to regret it, those with headphones in might never recover. As we head to the back, we are met with the shrill scream of a voice that can only belong to Karen Eldon.

Karen Eldon:
A STEEL CAGE MATCH!? This isn’t fair! I keep getting disrespected, it’s not fair. Just because I am better than all of them, that I keep being mistreated like this. And again with this championship stipulation!? I am the only one to ever get this! And that’s even after the fact they did it to Olly and I! TWICE! TWICE!!!

The unfortunate recipient of these screams is Rainer Nordhagen, the Junior Heavyweight Champion who himself is getting ready for a No DQ’s match in just a few moments. Currently getting himself ready to go as Karen paces their locker room. Rainer has his eyes closed, his championship belt laid across his lap, rubbing his temple with his index and middle finger.

Rainer Nordhagen:
…We probably shouldn’t expect anything different, babe. Since day one, day one! They’ve tried to cut you down, they’ve tried to cut me down. Hurdle after hurdle we’ve had to jump through. They even went as far as to rob you of your title. This is what they do.

Nodding her head in agreement with Rainer, as she walks over in front of him.

Karen Eldon:
And to put you in a No DQ’s match? Sure Nina sucks but it’s still dangerous. I am ten times the wrestler Tiffany is. But to keep putting us in these sadistic matches, it’s just not fair!

Though Rainer is trying to get ready Karen plops down on his lap, while still pouting a bit. Nordhagen places his hand in her lap palm facing upwards, offering his wrist for her to tape up as she sits on him. She does so without much hesitation, seeming to calm her a bit.

Rainer Nordhagen:
They’re not really giving these absolute nobodies full control of the booking. You think they’re making these matches? No. They’re given a script, matches to make, people to punish. For some reason, we’re at the top of the list. It’s a conspiracy. That’s what it is.

He shakes his head angrily, his tied up blonde hair flopping from side to side.

Rainer Nordhagen:
They want to tear down everything we’ve built for ourselves. I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to let that happen. If they want to make my match No DQ, I’m going to brutalize Nina, and it’ll be all their fault.

Enjoying her man’s angry side she bites her lip, as she finishes taping up his second wrist now with a smile.

Karen Eldon:
I know you are going to destroy her baby.

Karen allows him to get up knowing that he has to go now, as she leans in for a kiss as he leans down to meet her half way.

Karen Eldon:
You go beat Nina and then come back afterwards and help me get ready to hopefully finally get rid of Tiffany from my life for good.

Rainer Nordhagen:
Don’t worry babe. We’ll do what we always do, rise above it.

Rainer leans down, pressing a loving kiss to Karen’s lips as a form of farewell before he picks up his title. He throws it over his shoulder, removing his hair tie, proceeding to pour some water in his hair before he heads out for his match.

No DQ Match

Rainer Nordhagen VS Nina

Nina’s friendship with Javen likely played a role in the Hall Of Famer giving the former intern this chance against the Junior Heavyweight champion. Sure, the title was not on the line but with Anarchy In The UK right behind the corner, a win tonight would probably give the Viper a title shot at the next PPV. Nina was determined to take that opportunity by any means, jumping the barricade and blindsiding Nordhagen, hitting him with a clubbing blow to the back of the head.
Nina never made it a secret that she wasn’t exactly fond of hardcore wrestling, but she was more than capable of swinging a chair, repeatedly hitting Rainer’s back. The champ rolled out of the ring, which in a No DQ match can be counterproductive. Nina went to follow him and grabbed him by the hand, whipping him into the barricade. She charged in and got sent flying into the crowd by Rainer, who then tried to flee the scene. Nina saw that but rather than chasing him, she walked among the fans, hiding from Rainer’s sight until it was time to jump on him and take him down with a knee strike
As Nina was dragging him to the ring, Rainer fought back and caught her with a sharp elbow into the mid section and immediately doubled down with a Russian Leg Sweep onto the steel ramp. Rainer then looked under the ring for some weapon to use and picked a trash can, throwing it in the ring. She then charged back at Nina and kicked her hard in the head as she was getting up, knocking her back down. He dragged her limp body to the ring and shoved her inside, climbing back in as well. He then put the can on her head and hit her with a superkick, but it wasn’t enough to keep Nina down.
The dented trash can was featured in another spot when Nina dropped Rainer with a DDT on top of it. The former intern then put the Junior Heavyweight champion in an ankle lock watching him squirming and clawing at the canvas desperately trying to get to the ropes to save himself. A sadistic grin appeared on her face as he finally got there and the referee reminded him that, with this being a no DQ match, there were no rope breaks. Nordhagen decided that he would try to slide out of the ring, hoping to get Nina to release him but she was still holding on that foot. Groaning in pain, Rainer reached under the ring and grabbed a kendo stick, smacking Nina on the head with it and managing to break free.
The champion took a few swings with his stick, leaving red bruises on the Viper’s body. Nina’s evasion skills allowed them to duck a few shots aimed at her head that could’ve done some serious damage and eventually she was able to grab a hold of that kendo stick, blocking it between her hip and arm. She grabbed the opposite end of it and shifted position, moving to Nordhagen’s exposed side and hitting him with a violent kick to the ribs. The champion buckled to one knee and lost his grip on the stick, which Nina then broke on his head with a brutal shot. The next step was to put Rainer in her Leg Constrictor (sambo knee bar) which left him no choice but to tap out.

WINNER: Nina
BY: Submission (Leg Constrictor), 8:55

We cut backstage where we see Matt Stone getting ready for his match later this evening against Clyde Sutter. He has a full length mirror set up in front of him as he fixes his hair so it looks just right. Someone who is not getting ready for a match tonight is his tag partner, Veronica Sawyer, who isn’t as thrilled about the idea of Matt having a singles match as he is.

Matt Stone:
You know I can see that scowl on your face through the mirror, right? Is someone jealous that Javen wanted to see me wrestle and not you?

Veronica rolls her eyes as she gets up from the chair where she was sitting, her arms are crossed as she gives a small shake of her head.

Veronica Sawyer:
Me? Jealous of you? You must be making one of your little jokes.

Matt Stone:
My little jokes? Oh the condescension is just dripping off you over there. I think you can’t stand that someone actually picked me over you. Veronica isn’t used to that, is she?

He turns his head back to look at her despite easily being able to see her reflection, he just has to look in her eyes when he says that. Veronica’s own eyes narrow as she places her hands on her hips taking a firm stance.

Veronica Sawyer:
There’s no accounting for bad taste, now is there? As if I wanted to run around the ring with Clyde Sutter.

Matt Stone:
Well that I agree with you on, the hometown boy against the foreign menace, it’s a tale as old as time, isn’t it? And before you say it, I know Wales and England aren’t the same country but it’s close enough, isn’t it?

Veronica Sawyer:
Please go out there and say that to the audience and see how they react.

Matt rolls his eyes and goes back to the mirror, that pesky bang wasn’t lining up just right yet.

Matt Stone:
Oh who cares what they’ll think, they Brexit’ed with the rest of them, they’re all morons.

The local crowd boos quite audibly at that line. Veronica appears slightly amused by his remark before she steps closer behind him, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair and mess it all up instead of fixing it like he had been desperate to accomplish.

Veronica Sawyer:
There we go. I feel better already.

His eyes open wide and he slowly turns around.

Matt Stone:
That was so mean…even for you. Tell me that didn’t come from a place of jealousy.

Veronica Sawyer:
You would love that, wouldn’t you?

Veronica is once again shaking her head as she now places both of her hands on his shoulders.

Veronica Sawyer:
Relax Matt. How can you go out there being so tense?

He goes back to trying to get his hair perfect, still annoyed that Veronica would dare.

Matt Stone:
Well it helps that it’s against Clyde, the dude is a danger with a weapon in his hand but in a wrestling match? I’m confident I can beat anyone in this company one on one. Especially Clyde.

Veronica Sawyer:
You see? I helped you put that focus back.

Veronica appears to be quite proud of herself as she pats Matt on both of his shoulders.

Matt Stone:
Right, helped. Forget the fact that you caused the distraction in the first place, right?

He glances back with a smirk as she rubs his shoulders.

Matt Stone:
Are you going to be in my corner tonight?

Veronica Sawyer:
Instead of Nicole?

Matt Stone:
She didn’t want to make the trip, something about not wanting to run unto creepy Welsh people. Can’t say that I blame her, honestly.

Veronica Sawyer:
And somehow I have made this noble sacrifice for you.

As she is speaking, Veronica places one hand up against her chest, over her heart. She takes a deep breath as she pretends to wipe a tear from one eye.

Veronica Sawyer:
I hope they build a statue of me for my bravery.

Matt Stone:
Last week you called yourself a work of art and this week you’re advocating for a statue made in your honour? I’m not sure there’s enough marble in this country to make a statue of you and your ego.

Veronica Sawyer:
I hope you can appreciate the irony here.

Veronica appears to be very smug as she smirks. He glances back at her, eyebrow raised.

Matt Stone:
What irony?

Veronica Sawyer:
You telling someone they have a big ego.

Matt Stone:
Oh, I have an appropriate sized ego to my talent Veronica.

He turns back to his mirror one last time and finishes up.

Matt Stone:
I get how you don’t see that, though.

Veronica Sawyer:
My ego is just as appropriate for my talent.

Veronica raises one eyebrow slight as if to further emphasize her point.

Matt Stone:
So you think you have the talent to warrant a statue in a country…I think it’s a country, that you’ve never wrestled in?

Veronica is about to reply but Matt cuts her off.

Matt Stone:
You know what? Not important, you just grab a pen and paper and take notes of how it’s done out there.

She rolls her eyes as Matt walks past her and out the door, Veronica reluctantly following him.

4vs4 Tag Team Match

The Carter Girls & Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh VS Those Damn LeBeaus & Nightfall Rising

Matches like this can get out of hand real quick, but the friendship and respect between Rhett & Qiyara and Nightfall/LeBeaus should be enough to keep this one within the rules. Jessica and Leia started the match, locking horns in the middle of the ring. Anderson connected a couple of arm drags that seemed to rile up the former Junior Heavyweight champion a bit. After the third attempt Jessica put the opponent in an armbar and stretched out toward her corner where Evelyn took the tag. Carter climbed to the top rope and jumped on Leia with a 450 splash, but she will need more than that to keep The Show down.
Vi surely had come a long way since her Academy days, looking way more confident and aware of her ability, but experience was not something they can teach in school, and in that department Leia had clearly the advantage. The crafty beauty played possum in the corner, luring the younger opponent into going for a cannonball senton and moving out of the way at the last moment, sending Vi crashing into the turnbuckle. The Jet City Woman followed with a shining wizard in the corner and then picked Evelyn up only to perform her trademark handstand corner foot choke, a move the Welsh fans seemed to particularly appreciate.
LeBeau made the tag to her fiancé who kept working over Vi in the corner. Donnie and Jay, that was no surprise, shared the spotlights with quick tags, isolating Carter from her partners. They scored a near fall with their Doomsday Device, but Rhett spoiled the party for them by breaking up the pin and saving her partner, who desperately needed a tag now.
Evelyn’s chance came when Jay missed his J-Kick in the corner. She crawled toward the friendly corner and tagged Adelson in. The two close friends met in the middle of the ring, throwing quick strikes at each other. Having trained together at Nightfall most of their lives, they knew exactly what to expect and dodged most of the opponent’s strikes. Eventually Adelson was able to catch Gallagher off guard with the Gamengiri and with a great display of athleticism he jumped on the top rope, ready to take flight with his Nightfall Splash, but Donnie pulled his tag partner out of harms’ way. Rhett decided that he will still jump but on the outside, wiping out both his friends with a crossbody.
Qiyara finally entered the ring and she went on against Leia. The two smiled at each other, the friendship and respect between them adding flavor to the contest. Leia fought fairly without taking any of the shortcuts we saw her taking in recent times, holding her own against the Indian as they kept exchanging kicks. Her crane kick hit the target and gave her a near fall, but after that Singh began to sensibly gain momentum thanks to the unpredictability of her Pehlwani background. The Qi To Your Heart knocked LeBeau flat on her back but the little demon known as a Bebe managed to save her sister.
Standing on the sidelines for the whole match, Bebe was now ready to take the stage and the spotlights all for herself. She got the tag from Leia at the same time when Qiyara gave the tag to Evelyn and immediately charged at her fellow Academy graduate sending her back in the corner with a shotgun dropkick. The two former students engaged in some fast paced action where both girls had the chance to shine and show glimpses of the bright future they both have ahead of them. A beautiful tornado DDT from Vi almost gave her the win, but Bebe kicked out at the very last moment. The former camera-woman replied with the Snap Shot superkick that sent Carter flying back into the corner. Bebe charged to the sitting opponent for a hip attack but Evelyn dodged the impact. LeBeau groaned in pain and yelled that she “broke her butt” which, obviously, provoked the laughter of those presents. But despite the questionable wording, there was nothing to laugh about. Bebe was truly in pain, sitting on the floor with tears in her eyes. An Oscar-worthy performance that fooled everyone, from her teammates to her opponents and referee. With a lighting quick gesture she then pulled Evelyn head first into the turnbuckle and crawled between her legs to roll her up with a school boy pin. It was so quick that nobody could react in time to save Evelyn who really tried to kick out, but the extra-leverage Bebe got by leaning on the middle rope made her attempt in vane.

WINNER: Those Damned LeBeaus & Nightfall Rising
BY: Pinfall (schoolboy pin), 15:41

Pre-recorded…

We open in a dark, gloomy, and creepy looking room. Dust and cobwebs are everywhere, which adds to the overall creepiness. The creaking of a door can be heard, signaling the arrival of someone. A few moments later and the camera spots “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter setting foot into the scene from the right. He is wearing black dress pants, black boots, a white silk button up shirt, and a black leather jacket. A cold, emotionless stare is etched across his face. Sutter approaches a table in the room that has various objects on it.

Clyde Sutter:
Fate is the master of all. You cannot predict fate, you cannot tell fate what to do. Fate will dictate your future, fate will decide what shall happen to each and every one of you. The funny thing about fate is that despite all the evidence to the contrary, human beings believe that they can control their own fate. It is human nature to want to be in control of your own life when in reality you have no control.

The Assassin reaches down on the table and picks up some tarot cards.

Clyde Sutter:
Some like to use these to learn their fate.

He casts them aside. Sutter then picks up a crystal ball.

Clyde Sutter:
Still others attempt to utilize one of these to take a peek into the future.

He casts it over his shoulder. Shattering can be heard in the background. He picks up a ouji board. He looks at it and smirks before letting it rest back down on the table.

Clyde Sutter:
Even I know better than to destroy one of these. But even this is not a good resource to help you control your fate. Fate cannot be controlled. People just cannot learn. The people here in MWE believe that they can control their fate. Bad & Boujee try to control their fate by utilizing trickery and deceit to manipulate the officials. But fate betrayed them and they lost their tag team titles in a pool of blood and barbed wire. The Division believe that they can control their fate but in reality is that fate is ALLOWING them to rule, allowing them to rule for its own pleasure until such a time as fate is no longer entertained. Then The Division, just like APE…just like every other faction to grace this company…will fall. Why? Because it is fate. Fate decided that Kenzie Garrett would lose the Intercontinental Championship and now she is throwing a temper tantrum. The lesson, boys and girls, is that fate cannot be controlled. All you can do is sit back and take whatever hand fate deals you.

He smirks knowingly.

Clyde Sutter:
I have been the longest reigning Riot Champion in MWE history. Fate deemed that once I had broken that record that it would be time for me to move on to bigger and better things. My old friend, Sophie O’Brian, apparently does not wish to be Intercontinental Champion any longer? Perhaps I could take it? Or maybe I could go for the biggest prize? Perhaps I could choke Julian Savvell out and become MWE World Champion? If you have not read the writing on the wall yet, then allow me to spell it out for you. The Assassin’s time has arrived! My time to rule is here! And I will punish anyone who gets in my way!

He points a finger at the camera.

Clyde Sutter:
It begins with you, Mr. Stone. You thought that you were spared from the violence and destruction simply because you were booked in a standard match against me. How was it you put it on social media? Ah yes…”no barbed wire kill your opponent match?”

Sutter chuckles softly.

Clyde Sutter:
I admit, Ms. Williams and her booking style may be a tad unorthodox. But my dear Mr. Stone, if the lack of barbed wire and lack of any sort of death match stipulation makes you think you are safe then you are gravely mistaken. Just being booked in a match against The Assassin is enough to warrant you being put on a death notice. The mere fact that you will set foot in the ring to fight me is enough for you to start to checking your watch.

He reaches down to the table and picks up a old timey fob watch. He opens it up.

Clyde Sutter:
Do you hear it, Mr. Stone? Do you hear the ticking of the clock? That is the sound of the countdown; the countdown to your demise. The countdown to MY rise!

Singles Match

Clyde Sutter VS Matt Stone

After almost killing each other one week ago in that brutal barbed wire massacre tag team match, Matt and Clyde met again under less violent circumstances. That didn’t mean they’d go easy on each other, and Sutter’s hyper-aggressive start confirmed that. He lit up the Canadian’s chest with a flurry of knife edge chops before starting to hit him with a series of five uppercuts that shoved Stone back into the corner. The Assassin then used an Irish Whip to fire the opponent in the opposite corner but Matt was able to avoid the impact against the turnbuckle and surprised the charging opponent with an elbow to the face. The Name Dropper turned around and charged toward him, but he was the one getting dropped with a spinebuster.
The fight moved on the apron where Clyde planted Matt with a DDT and started to work him over around ringside; The Canadian walked around, trying to keep himself away from the Assassin who stayed on his tracks and tried to stop him with clubbing blows to the back. All of a sudden Matt turned around and kicked the opponent in the guts, tossing him into the steel steps. The Abominable Showman entered the ring and asked for the opponent to be counted out, but Clyde was already climbing on the apron, ready to continue the fight. Matt rocked him with a forearm strike and started to work over the eyes of Clyde Sutter by dragging them across the top rope, all the way to the opposite corner. There he smashed his face against the post and knocked him on the floor with a dropkick.
The former IC and Lockdown champion pulled out all stops to keep the advantage on the former Riot champion, poking and raking his eyes to frustrate Sutter’s comeback attempts. The Assassin eventually fired back up and connected with a shot to the back of Matt’s head followed by a series of clotheslines that grounded the Straight Shooter. He then kept him down with his Judgement Day (armbar sleeper), but Stone managed to escape.
Clyde put Matt in a straightjacket looking to suplex him, but the one-half of PCP broke free by swinging his head back and catching him with a headbutt to the nose. Sutter stumbled back and got dropped down by the Stone Cutter (backbreaker/neckbreaker combination), but it wasn’t enough to keep him down. It wouldn’t be a Matt Stone match if he didn’t try Being A Douche and steal the opponent’s finishing move, using it against him. But as he went for the second powerbomb of the Judge, Jury And Executioner, Clyde started punching down at his skull, getting out of the dangerous predicament and knocking down the Ottawa native with a kick to the sternum.
Clyde went on and got another near fall with the Cruciform Slam. The Assassin seemed in full control but Stone should never be presumed dead. When Sutter least expected it and thought he had him, Matt surprised him with a roll-up and helped himself with the ropes to get some extra leverage. Surprisingly enough, the referee saw that and stopped the count As he scolded the Canadian, Clyde delivered a jab to Matt’s jaw and fired him into the corner, where he hit him with the Unforgiven (claymore kick).

WINNER: Clyde Sutter
BY: Pinfall (Unforgiven), 11:09

Annica Greene:
We’re gonna give it to you straight, “Fabulous”. You ain’t gonna like a bit of what we say, and we don’t kurrrr… but it don’t make it less true. Shout out though to Javen he really came throughhh with this! We his favorite team fr fr.

Aliyah Greene:
Summer Collins? You’re thirty eight years ollllld. That ain’t too old, really, unless you a high profile athlete, and well you wrestle. That’s rough on anybody, get that, we know it. But you? Damn hunty in two years you gonna be FORTY. Ain’t many wrasslers that work like you and Jesspool last much after that. You? Ain’t a cyborg or somethin, ain’t a Dalek or any of that shiiz… and you teamin’ with someone that’s got rotten DNA. Shame shame.

Annica flips her hand through her long blond locks, Aliyah mirroring her perfectly before she moves to adjust a couple of the spangled straps on her gear, matching perfectly of course with that of her twin sister’s, tonight it’s silver and purple and so many flashing sequins.

Annica Greene:
And ain’t no amount of plastic surgery can make you younger, Summer. Ya might look a gorgeous now, but how do you FEEL. Battered and bruised up and torn ligaments and broken bones and all that aside, you gonna start movin’ slower and healin’ slower too.

Aliyah Greene:
So we get it, we do.

If there was EVER a look of more fake sympathy than the one these two produce in this moment, it’s never been captured on camera and that’s a fact.

Annica Greene:
You can skate a lil if you wanna in this team with Cesspool… er Jesspool… Jessica hahaa

Aliyah Greene:
She a whole decade younger than you after all, yeah yeah.

Sage nods in stereo though Annica’s smile turns downright nasty before she speaks again.

Annica Greene:
But all that aside, ALL THAT ASIDE. We get it. You two? Fabulouso like the cleaning shit that’s all purple and… wait. FABULOUS… you NEED this win. We don’t.

Aliyah Greene:
We beat you, we get back what’s ours and that’s great! Don’t think we don’t want to win, cause we ALWAYS want to win. But if we lose? There’s next time and there will BE a next time. Y’all? Are so close to agin’ out as a team, you NEED to win cause what the hell else ya got?

The pair no look high five before snickering loudly and heading out of the room, presumably to get to the curtain and await their match.

Singles Match

Emma Wakefield VS Echo

The match started with a feeling-out process as Emma tested the waters with some quick kicks to Echo's legs. The Australian didn't seem at all bothered by that, swinging with a couple of rights that were ducked by the agile former Academy student. The intensity of Emma's kicks eventually started to grow and she got Echo down to one knee. She followed with a roundhouse kick but the former Invictus champion ducked the blow. The momentum caused Wakefield to make a full 180° turn, ending up with her back turned to the Australian who lifted her over her shoulders and fell back with an electric chair drop.
It was the classic clash of power versus speed and so far, Echo's strength was giving the Australian the lead. She scored a couple of near falls with a trifecta of German suplexes and a brutal backbreaker, forcing Emma to retreat on the apron to regroup. Echo went to drag her back in but got doubled over by a shoulder tackle to the stomach. Wakefield chose the spectacular and most effective way to get back in the ring, planting Echo on her skull with a slingshot DDT.
The pace picked up now that Emma managed to stay away from the Aussie's grasp, using the ropes to hit Echo with aerial assaults. But the closest call for the former champion came with the From Your Emmagination snap DDT. As soon as Echo kicked out, moments before the three, the lights went off in the whole Arena.
When they came back, there were cultists all around the ring. Three of them were inside, standing between Emma and her opponent. One of them took off the mask and revealed herself as Saoirse Tyrell, Nine's protege and former Academy student. Echo smirked, she was totally expecting the former Gold Star's interference. What she didn't expect was Saoirse to jump toward her and biting her face, showing an even wilder side. Emma tried to help her opponent, but the cultists were blocking her path. More entered the ring and while they didn't attack Wakefield, they surrounded her and made it impossible for her to reach Echo, who was desperately trying to fight Saorise off.
Tyrell reached behind her back and pulled out the infamous ceremonial blade her Leader used to carve the mark on Trinity's arm. Would that be Echo's fate too? A couple of masked cultists joined in the ring and pinned Echo's arms to the mat, a third one blocked her feet. The Australian had been "crucified" to the mat, and Saoirse was still straddling her with the knife in her hand. The lights reflected on the sharp blade as Tyrell twirled it in her hands, teasing Echo with it. The Aussie didn't look scared, defiantly daring the young member of the Band Of Nine to "fucking do it". Saoirse smirked and raised the knife in the air, driving it down with one swift motion and hitting Echo on the side of the head with the hilt, turning off the lights. Speaking of lights, they went off once again and when they returned, the Band Of Nine was gone.

WINNER: Echo
BY: DQ, 4:29

Backstage here in Wales for Riot, we find ourselves with a still very dejected sibling duo in Clyde and Erika Eldon. As if having the worst mother wasn’t enough the two have also been victims to long losing streaks of late.

Clyde Eldon Jr:
I know that it’s been a rough stretch of late. But we can’t give up now, if we do, all the people that have been putting us down will be right. Mom will be right…Olly will be right…the rest of his band of losers will be right as well. We can’t let that happen…

Letting out a sigh, even he himself seemed to struggle with motivation to continue fighting. Erika dejectedly looked down, not able to muster up much excitement.

Erika Eldon:
What’s the point? They have too many people, they are more talented than us. We just keep getting beat up, and beaten every time we try to stick up for ourselves. It’s exhausting…Maybe…maybe we aren’t cut out for this.

Erika seems to have lost the desire to fight having had a really rough year the past bit. Clyde tries to keep morale high.

Clyde Eldon Jr:
You know it’s been hard. But we can do this, we’ve both had moments. We just need to put it all together. I have a few ideas for us, just a few more matches. If things don’t get better? We can find other things to do.

Though still seeming to not have much confidence that it’ll work Erika gets up and nods her head to Clyde.

Erika Eldon:
Fine…

Clyde puts his arm around her exiting the locker room area, hoping to go and cheer his sister up elsewhere, the duo badly wanting to turn things around in their careers.

Champion vs Champion Match

Andrew Raynes VS Abby Blake

Champion versus champions matches are always interesting, but this one had a different twist to it. In just a few weeks, these two may meet again for the Riot championship should Abby manage to defend the Chaos Theory championship against five opponents. Blake was ready to test the waters and measure herself against the Toughest Out, but apparently she'll have to wait for another day. Just like Duke Andrews on Wednesday, The Division didn't even let Raynes make it to the ring, assaulting him right out of his locker room. The camera caught them as they were still stomping at him while he was down. Olly and Atlas then lifted him so that Tyson Gregory could hit him with the End Of Your Sorrow (lifting single underhook DDT), their exclamation point on another brutal beatdown.

WINNER: //
BY: //, 0:00

The camera took us backstage to find Jasper King and Walker pacing the hallway. The King Of Pumpkins suddenly stopped on his tracks, as if he just realized something.

Walker:
Come on, bro...

The Bamboozler said as he turned around, letting out a sigh watching his tag partner frozen on the spot.

Walker:
You're not getting cold feet now, are you? I've been telling you, this is the right move.

Walker took a couple of steps toward Jas and rested his hand on his shoulder.

Walker:
You've had that shot since May, and still didn't figure out how to use it. I get it, YOU earned that shot because you were the Gold Star and shit, but let's be real... You could challenge any champion on Riot or Millennium... Well, except Rainer for obvious reasons... But the question is, do you really want it?

Jasper opened his mouth to reply but he was cut short by his friend.

Walker:
You don't. Yeah, you may think you do but look around yourself.

King obliged and saw nothing, the thought that Walker meant that figuratively didn't even cross his mind. The New York native rolled his eyes and continued.

Walker:
The Division is running wild around here. They keep adding people to their ranks and soon they'll start taking down the champions and hoard all the belts. All the sacrifices, all the hard work you put into becoming a champion... Poof! It'll be gone, just like that. Unless...

A smirk appeared on his face.

Walker:
Unless you... We... go for the tag team titles.

Jasper King:
You don't think they'd try to take those too?

Walker bursted out laughing.

Walker:
Nah, of course not. I mean, I think they could but you and me? We're the best damn team in this company, your strength, my style... Those fools don't want this smoke, I'm telling you!

Jasper King:
I... I don't know if we're ready, is all. Like we lost our last couple of matches, maybe we need to work on our chemistry a bit more.

Walker:
That's what THEY want you to think!

Walker's voice grew in volume as he almost shouted that out loud.

Walker:
That's why they didn't put us in the title match last week.

Jasper King:
Actually, I'm glad they didn't. I don't like barbed wire, at all.

He made a good point, and even Walker had to admit.

Walker:
Same, actually. But still, they threw some randos in there because they FEAR us. They know that we are the next big thing in tag wrestling, and they're gatekeeping us so that some old bitch can get some more time in the sun. But I'm tired of this shit, I'm tired of greedy cunts who don't know when it's time to hang up the boots and start a new career in crocheting or some shit. I'm tired of waiting and I know you are too. We are the future of the tag division, and the future starts now.

He took a step forward but immediately stopped as he realized that Jasper wasn't following.

Walker:
What now? Come on bro, the GM office is this way.

Jasper King:
Yeah but... He's the GM for tonight only... I think we should call like Mr. Moretti and tell him that we're going to challenge the champions at Anarchy In The UK, or maybe Miss Elsa..

Once again Walker had to agree.

Walker:
Fine. You got her number?

Jasper King:
No, but maybe Kimi does...

Walker:
Who?

Jasper King:
Kimi Smith... She's my friend and like manager...

Walker:
She hot?

Jasper nodded.

Walker:
Well call her, what are you waiting for?

Jasper pulled out his phone from the backpocker and started tapping on the screen. His partner reached out with his hand and stopped him, a wicked smirk spreading across his face.

Walker:
Actually... I have another idea...

Steel Cage Match
If anyone helps Karen, she will be banned from receiving title shots for a year

Karen Eldon VS Tiffany Lynn-Page

One of the most anticipated matches of the night, the culmination of a rivalry that’s been going on for over a year now between two of the most polarizing women in MWE. A deep hatred ran between these two, and they wasted little time going at each other’s throat. Quite literally as Eldon delivered a cheap shot to Page’s neck while the referee was still reminding them that the match could be won either by pinfall, submission or by escaping the cage. The headstart gave Karen an early advantage and she capitalized on that by throwing some punches at the Diva, shoving her back against the cage wall where she proceeded to choke her out. Tiffany caught her with a knee strike to the stomach and jumped on her, bringing her down with a Thesz press and dropping a flurry of punches to her face.
Whoever said that “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” clearly didn’t see Tiffany Lynn-Page tonight. The 34 year old woman was out for blood, repeatedly driving the opponent’s head against the punishing structure and grinding her face against the cold steel. This opened a cut on Karen’s forehead, causing some blood to trickle down her face and hinder her vision. Tiffany delivered a brutal Prima Donna (chick kick) that knocked Karen flat on her back, giving Lynn-Page the chance to start stomping the hell out of her.
It was clear that the two women had different priorities. Karen was taking every chance to try and get out of the cage, while Tiffany was only focused on destroying the rival. We lost count of how many times the referee had opened the door upon request from Karen, only to inevitably close it seconds later when Tiffany blocked her escape attempt. On the other end, Page could have pinned Karen, or at least tried to, several time, especially after dropping the blonde on her head with the Alluring spinebuster, but she always opted for inflicting more damage instead.
The risk when one lets emotions take over and dictate their behavior in the ring is always behind the corner. On her knees in front of the opponent, bleeding from that nasty cut on her head that only got worse as minutes got by and Page insisted on that spot, Karen still managed to turn the fides, blinding Tiffany with an eye poke and driving her head first into the cage. For once the two time tag champion didn’t try to escape but decided to get her pound of flesh instead, kicking the hell out of Tiffany and using the surrounding environment as an instrument to inflict pain to the blonde.
The momentum had completely turned now, Tiffany seemed completely at the mercy of Karen who, that goes without saying, wasn’t going to show her any. Eldon removed the protective pad from the middle turnbuckle and sat her opponent in the corner, her head inches away from the exposed steel. She then leaned toward her and said something about her having to “learn her place” and slapped her across the cheek. The next step was, obviously, the running knee that drove the back of Tiffany’s head into the exposed steel, cracking her skull open. The fans grew silent as Karen asked once again to open the door and started her slow, triumphant march out of the cage. She was taunting the Welsh crowd who had jeered and insulted her throughout the match, taking pleasure in watching her getting hurt. This was her moment, her revenge for the verbal abuse she took, her chance to shut all the doubters up and she was going to enjoy every second of it. But there was one last obstacle on her way, one she didn’t take into account. Clyde Sutter, Tiffany’s hired muscle, appeared right outside the cage, blocking her attempt to leave. She asked him to move out of the way, he replied by kicking her in the face. Tiffany got up to her feet by that time and had reached her nemesis, picking her up and hitting her with the Sex In The City codebreaker for the count of three.

WINNER: Tiffany Lynn-Page
BY: Pinfall (Sex In The City), 13:02

We cut backstage where we find the newly crowned and reigning MWE World Tag Team Champions, Summer Collins and “The Archangel” Jessica Lasiewicz. The two ladies are dressed in their matching tri-colored royal blue, black, and white cheerleading uniforms. Their MWE World Tag Team Championship title belts are wrapped around their waists. Lasiewicz looks to be calm, cool, and collected but her partner, Summer Collins, is rather agitated.

Summer Collins:
Bad & Boujee? Again?!

Jessica Lasiewicz:
What’s wrong, Summer? Are you nervous? Are you worried that we can’t beat them tonight to retain our titles? I KNOW we can beat them. If you’re not so sure then…

Collins shakes her head.

Summer Collins:
No! Not that! I know we can win…it’s just that…you know that those two bitches will use that dirty trick against us! You know that they cannot beat us in a fair fight, they have to cheat! Why would Leviticus even put us in a situation like this where we have to deal with them and their cheap tricks again?

Jessica Lasiewicz:
Levi didn’t have much choice in this matter. Javen booked the card. But Summer, they are the former champions. They deserve a rematch. Besides…

Lasiewicz gets up in Summer’s face.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
We run from nobody! We run from NO challenge! Now if you don’t want to take this match then fine, I’ll go out there myself and…

Summer Collins:
No, no, no…

Collin shakes her head.

Summer Collins:
…there’s no need for you to go out there yourself. We can do this. We can beat them and prove that this second reign as champions is not a fluke. We are the best tag team in the world today and we are going to finally put Bad & Boujee behind us.

Suddenly a loud shout can be heard from nearby. Summer and Jessica turn to find Kimberly Williams approaching them wearing a sandwich sign that says “Free Insurance”. Jessica’s half-sister Kim has a grin on her face.

Kimberly Williams:
Insurance! Free insurance, right here!

Summer rolls her eyes. Jessica remains stoic as Kimberly approaches.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
What are you up to, Kim?

Kimberly Williams:
I’m selling insurance.

Summer Collins:
Since when?

Kimberly Williams:
Since now. I’m selling all types of insurance. Car insurance, home owner insurance, life insurance, MWE Tag Team championship match insurance…

The Archangel shakes her head.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
I see where this is going now. Kim, I know you mean well, but I don’t think…

Summer Collins:
Whoa, hold on, Jess. Let’s hear your sister out.

Kimberly Williams:
Let’s just wind the clock back a year or so, hmmm? You two were untouchable. You were GCW World Tag Team Champions and MWE World Tag Team Champions simultaneously. Then what happened? Teams like The Alan Family and The McBride Corporation in GCW learned how to cheat the system. Teams like K2O and Bad & Boujee learned how to cheat the system here in MWE. On a level playing field you two were the best tag team but now people have realized that the only way they can get ahead is by cheating the system. The Division is loaded with the most talentless pathetic loser dipshits in the entire wrestling business. But they rule because they can cheat the system.

Kim motions to herself.

Kimberly Williams:
You are now tag team champions again thanks to me. I took the reigns of power on Riot and I kicked the system’s ass. I put Bad & Boujee into a position where they could not win. Now look at you? You are champions again. You’re welcome for that, by the way. But how are you going to stay there?

Jessica Lasiewicz:
We’re going to beat them tonight.

Kimberly Williams:
Let’s say you do. What is to stop K2O from coming after you again? Or any combination of the chimpanzees in The Division from coming after you? Or PCP? Matty Stone and his girl probably have a title shot coming to them after beating the former champs one on one. Do you really expect any of them to play fair? You need insurance, better insurance than what Levi can provide. He’s a good manager, sure, but I can provide insurance. If those Bad & Boujee gimmick stealing bitches try to pull the old switcheroo in your match tonight then I will be there to carve one of them up so damn much that you can tell them apart quite easily due to the scars I put on their fucking faces!

Collins arches a brow.

Summer Collins:
Gimmick stealing?

Kimberly Williams:
ME AND MARIE DID THE IDENTICAL TWIN SWITCHEROO THING LONG BEFORE THEM! I DEMAND TO BE PAID ROYALTIES FOR EVERY TIME THEY PULL THAT SHTICK, DAMN IT!

The Archangel sighs and nods her head.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
I may regret this, but you’re right. We are champions again and that puts a target on our backs. So many teams out there will want these belts. So feel free to accompany us to the ring. Make sure everything is on the up and up.

MWE Tag Team Championship Match

One week ago Fabulous joined K20 (and their husbands, even though their second reign saw them sharing the titles with the rest of the Glorious Golden Era) in the exclusive two-time Champions Club at the end of a brutal match. Bad & Boujee had the chance to join it too tonight and take back what they just lost thanks to Javen who agreed that they’d deserve a rematch.
Aliyah and Jessica started things off for the respective teams. During the past couple of months these two teams had grown quite familiar, having crossed paths quite often. For the first couple of minutes, neither of them was able to land a single kick or perform a move, their opponent had everything scouted and came prepared with counters for pretty much everything. The stalemate ended when Greene connected a low dropkick to Lasiewicz’ leg that sent her hanging on the middle rope. Aliyah then sprinted toward her and delivered a hard knee strike to the back of the head while her sister did the same but on her face from the apron.
That double team move left the Archangel stunned and at the mercy of Annica who, in the meantime, tagged in becoming the legal competitor. Greene made sure to keep her away from her partner, keeping Jessica in their half of the ring. Annica’s style was less flashy tonight, relying more on kicks and strikes rather than flips and high-risk moves. The twins were aware that, if they failed to recapture the gold tonight, they’ll go to the back of the line and will have to work their way up to another shot through a very competitive tag division. She involved her sister once again, the two of them dropping Lasiewicz with a backbreaker/diving legdrop combination for another count of two.
Finally Jessica managed to create some separation with a jawbreaker and rushed toward her partner. Annica managed to stop her inches away from making the tag but Lasiewicz kicked her in the head with an enziguri and left the stage to her fresh partner. Summer was on fire, delivering vicious chops to Annica and knocking her down with a brutal savate kick. Aliyah entered to help her sister but she got turned inside out by a clothesline from Collins. Both the challengers were down and rolled out of the ring. Summer tried to stop Aliyah but the ref got in the way, asking her to let him check for a possible concussion. As soon as the ref turned their back on them, the twins attempted a switch but Kimberly saw it and went to stop them. Jessica yelled at her to stop, knowing that if her sister got involved in the match they would've been disqualified, thus giving the twins another shot at their gold. Lasiewicz grabbed Aliyah who was illegally entering the ring by the foot, dragged her out and launched her into the barricade. Summer grabbed Annica and pulled her back in, lifting her for a brainbuster and getting a two count.
Aliyah was still brawling Jessica on the outside, her sister was trying to survive Summer's onslaught in the middle of the ring, kicking out of the Summer's End (sleeper neckbreaker). Annica drove her thumb in Collins' eye and doubled her over with a knee strike to the stomach. “Am I A Psycho?” by Tech N9ne blasted out of the loudspeakers: Walker and Jasper walked on the stage and sprinted toward the ring. Well, Walker did while his partner lagged behind. Annica had Summer set up for the Hollaback Girl (front flip piledriver) but a springboard dropkick from Walker frustrated her chances at winning the titles back. Jessica, Aliyah and even Kimberly entered the ring and tried to attack Walker but luckily for him King had finally made it to the ring and knocked The Archangel and The Woman Scorned down with a double clothesline before grabbing Aliyah and unceremoniously threw her over the top rope. Walker looked around and curb stomped everyone else, leaving a pile of body scattered around the ring. Jasper seemed sorry for the carnage they caused but Walker told him once again that this was their time. He then left the ring and grabbed the MWE Tag Team Titles, handing one to his partner and raising the other in the air.

WINNER: Bad & Boujee (FABULOUS STILL MWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS)
BY: DQ, 12:26

We then head to one of the hallways where the echo of footsteps are heard rumbling through and those steps are taken by a tall, powerful man. Seth Iser, dressed immaculately in a three piece suit with a different silver and black motif, is power walking with purpose down the hall as if he’s got some sort of urgent business and his face seems more serious then it’s usual as he seems just a touch stressed as if he’s thinking about something. Soon after that, he sees a closed door and offers up a frown for a moment before using his left knuckle to knock on that door with enough force to make a loud enough noise for almost anyone to hear but not as hard as he could actually hit the door.

After a momentary wait, the door eventually creeps open, revealing the individual behind the door to be the young former Cloud Gate champion, Tiff. Already donning her usual ring gear of a black tanktop and shorts, the same outfit customized by her half-sister, she looks up to see the ridiculously tall man looming over her. She instantly recognizes him, but this does not knock her off her guard. Considering her long history with her upcoming opponent, she has a look on her face as if to say she can't afford to take even a moment away from her preparation. Regardless, as she holds the door open, staring up at the man who knocked, she reluctantly took that moment away by greeting him with her usually stubborn demeanor.

Tiff:
Seth. What do you want?

Seth’s face maintains a professional calm.

Seth Iser:
A moment given what’s been going on recently.

This doesn’t melt Tiff’s icy look toward Seth but Seth’s face lightens ever so slightly while his face remains curled up in a frown.

Seth Iser:
Look, I know you value your preparation time, kid and you have little reason to trust me and even I’m the first person who would tell you that but I don’t think you entirely have a reason to not trust me either considering what the hell is going on.

This doesn't seem to deter Tiff in the slightest, who remains on the defensive.

Tiff:
I know the people I can trust. Just…whatever this is, make it quick.

Seth’s face contorts into a more of a frown then before before letting out a sigh.

Seth Iser:
Fine…it’s just a piece of advice considering what’s been going on with The Division recently.

He keeps his tone low while rubbing his head.

Seth Iser:
They’re spreading beyond this company you know. Even getting another classic case of a student turning on a mentor figure for their own reasons as you know with how things played out between McKena Hardy and Chris Night. If you want to deal with anyone involving that threat going forward, especially with your own goals…it means being willing to flank alongside people you might not necessarily like and trust that they’ll hold the line. People often are brought together like that not by philosophy but by necessity. There ain’t going to be one damned wrestler that’s going to bring down an entire group like that.

He gets a nod of acknowledgement from Tiff who, despite not letting her guard down, seems a little more understanding.

Tiff:
I get it man. I know what they can do first hand. They've already put me on their hit list, and everyone in that group is already in mine. And I understand that I can't do it alone. I also know I ain't the only one who wants to take them down, clearly yourself included. I'll gladly fight any battle as long as it means the death of the Division…

Just as it seems like she's about to loosen up, she immediately gets right back to tonight's focus.

Tiff:
…but tonight? Well…let's just say it's a little more personal. I've waited a long time for this…

Seth pauses as he considers this before his face takes a more neutral expression.

Seth Iser:
I understand that part from your point of view. There were a multitude of reasons why I pitched you specifically for this. Just one thing: Don't let your emotions override your reason or the Savells will exploit the hell out of that.

Tiff seems to take this on board.

Tiff:
A lot has changed since the last time I fought Faith, but clearly not just on my side either. I won't let my guard down. Nothing is gonna get in the way of this.

A wry smile finally comes across Seth’s face, not out of arrogance or anything of that nature but almost as if something might have clicked finally.

Seth Iser:
Very well, I won’t take up any more of your time. If, and this is an if not necessarily a when, if she brings reinforcements I hope the people you trust are there if things go haywire like they potentially could. It might not quite be my battle yet but I know the damn war is coming to my doorstep. This shit’ll get uglier for a few months before it’ll get better both here and elsewhere. Trust me, I know.

The minuscule girl looks up to Seth, seemingly with a look of approval. Perhaps something did click? Regardless…

Tiff:
I appreciate the advice. I'll keep my guard up, with or without help, I ain't squandering this.

There's an awkward silence, as if everything that needed to be said has just been said. To break the silence, Tiff reluctantly mumbles something that could only just about be picked up.

Tiff:
And…yeah…thanks…

Seth just frowns for a brief moment, the conversation turning more awkward by the second.

Seth Iser:
Good luck.

With that Seth lets out a nod and breaks eye contact and starts walking down the hall as the door starts to close with their conversation over. The camera fades from this view as Seth has nothing more to say.

Singles Match
Match requested by Seth Iser

Faith Savell VS Tiff

This was another match the fans had been dying to see for a long time. Javen, like Kimberly before him, seemed to have catered to the fans’ desires even though that meant throwing a wrench in management’s plans as they were likely saving this and other matches for a bigger stage and on a Pay-per-View rather than giving them away for free on a weekly show. Either way, Tiff got the match she had been wanting for a while against the woman who made her life hell and embarrassed her when she was at her lowest. As for Faith, she didn’t look too pleased with Seth’s decision, but her confidence was at an all time high. After all, she had beaten Tiff before…
The match began with a slower pace as Faith trapped Tiff in a web of holds, bringing the fight to the mat with a headlock takedown and keeping the Death Kicker grounded while reminding everyone why she’s called “Masterclass”. Rollins did her best to counter Faith’s technical prowess, showing some good technique of her own, but not enough to keep up with the opponent who eventually caught her in the Savell Lock (Fujiwara armbar).
Eventually Tiff reached the ropes and this granted her a way out from the painful submission, although Savell used the full five count before letting go of her hold. The two got back to their feet and locked up again, but this time the longest Cloud Gate champion in history wriggled out and immediately fired off with a chop to Faith’s chest so hard that it left the Valedictorian breathless. More shots landed on Savell’s chest, forcing her to back down toward the ropes. Rollins kept hitting Faith until the Academy Graduate managed to flip her over the top rope. Tiff landed on the apron and immediately swung with a right hand, trying to catch the opponent off guard, but Faith was quick to duck it and drive her shoulder into the opponent’s stomach. Tiff hung on the ropes until Faith slid between her legs and used the momentum to powerbomb her on the floor outside.
The fight continued on the outside with Savell driving the opponent’s face into the ring post and quickly sliding in the ring to interrupt the ref’s count. Back on the outside, Savell then delivered a chop to Tiff but she moved out of the way and Faith’s hand made contact with the ring post. The momentum swung back into Rollins’ corner. After pushing the Masterclass’ head down against the apron, the Little Hoss dragged the opponent back in the ring where she maintained control of her wrist, bending and twisting it in an attempt to submit the Valedictorian or, at the very least, creating her some issues for the remainder of the match. The list of moves she performed to keep her advantage and damage the opponent’s hand/arm wasn’t limited to submission, but included an arm DDT, arm breaker and kicks to that body part as well. Faith tried to fend her off with one hand, not even her dominant one, but that wasn’t an easy task. Rollins kicked her on the injured arm she was keeping close to her chest and followed with a Peacemaker, obtaining a count of two.
The resourceful Savell was not one to give up easily, especially not against her long-time rival. Eventually she was able to find an opening and hit Rollins with a throat jab, Despite the injured arm, the young Savell took control of the match. The pace picked up as the young Savell put on a clinic, showing once again how talented she truly was. Her striking game was truly on point as Tiff could tell after the crescent kick. A 450 splash couldn’t keep Rollins down, neither could the Faith No More (Inverted DDT). Savell even tried with the Valedictorian Smash (phenomenal forearm). The blow, although delivered with the left arm, knocked Tiff down, leading Savell on thinking she had this. Climbing to the top rope, Faith went for her Masterpiece (630 senton), finding nobody home as Rollins rolled out of the way.
There was a double count as both young women were laying on the canvas, catching their breath and licking their wounds. Faith finally started to get up, still feeling the effect of the missed Masterpiece and didn’t even realize that her opponent was already up and ready to strike. The Death Kick hit Faith right on the side of the head, knocking the Masterclass out. Rollins made the cover and picked up a huge win over the rival. And with it, perhaps, got her closure.

WINNER: Tiff
BY: Pinfall (Death Kick), 16:11

“I’m for law and order…”

The words trailed off as the camera comes into focus. Duke Andrews front and center. Perched on an equipment crate, a black wooden baseball bat held in his right hand, leaning against his shoulder.

Duke Andrews:
The way it should be. This songs about the night they spent protecting you from me.

A tap of the bat as he let his elbow extend, the bat tapping on the crate in front of the camera.

Duke Andrews:
I’m not usually one to argue semantics. I’m not usually one to snip apart your words, but this…dealing with you…it’s more than required.

The camera fades out to a replay from March 20, 2020. Duke Andrews and Redd Thunder, coming from the back and clubbing Jetpack on the ramp. Duke wearing a shirt that read “Outlaw Shit” across the chest. The camera freezes on Duke as he kicked Penelope in the ribs.

Duke Andrews:
And just like that, the myth from Jack Graves is blown up greatly. I get it, your brain can’t comprehend things that are factual from the constant inbreeding in your DNA. I get it, Stan, you and your clowns in the division think the world revolves around you. I get it. I was once somewhat like that. The problem is, I did it first. And I did it better.

Another tap on the crate with the bat. Dukes left hand tugs at the zipper of his hooded sweatshirt. Revealing the same “Outlaw Shit” t-shirt worn that night.

Duke Andrews:
Jack, I’ve been trying to explain this to Oliver and he doesn’t get it. What you and the rest of the Division are trying to do, is just a generic remake of what APE once was. The MWE Champion, the tag team champions, the Lockdown Champion. Hell, we even had titles outside of this company. And it’s been two years, and you’re still trying to mimic what the greatness of APE was.

A smirk finally formed across his lips. His left hand rubbed his face as he looked back into the camera.

Duke Andrews:
I promised I’d cut the head off the snake, but you white trash ingrates won’t allow that to happen. So I’ll cut the heart and soul out of The Division. I’ll rip the spine out, and then I’ll cut the head off the snake. It starts with you Jackie. At the end of the night, I’ll expose you as the bootleg Walmart version of Duke Andrews.

Duke lifted the bat and tapped the camera.

Duke Andrews:
I’ll see you soon, Jackie.

Fade.

Singles Match
The Division Banned From Ringside. The GEW Grand Endurance championship will NOT be on the line

Jack Graves VS Duke Andrews

A challenge issued on Twitter, the promise of a title match with the GEW Grand Championship on the line, Maybelline Moss stepping in and calling the title match off due to the fact that the person in charge on Riot (Javen) happens to be a close friend with the challenger, Duke Andrews. And while the MWE fans and management trusted that this wasn’t going to be an issue, clearly that wasn’t enough for Miss Moss to green light it and risking to see her champion getting screwed up of the title by someone not even signed to the company. Those were the premises of this match, on top of the obvious bad blood between the former MWE World champion and Jack, as well as his associates in The Division.
As soon as the bell rang, the two competitors wasted no time and met in the ring, engaging in a back and forth of hard strikes. The crowd was loving the intensity these two brought into the match from the get going, watching as the momentum swung back and forth between the two men. Jack then grabbed Duke’s arm and sent him into the ropes with an Irish whip. The Epitome Of Perfection bounced back and ran right into the opponent with a shoulder tackle that, much to the former World champion’s surprise, couldn’t knock him down. Graves laughed and told Duke that he would show him how to do it, sprinting to the ropes and coming back charging at full speed. Andrews was in no mood to play games and anticipated the man with a kick to the stomach that halted his momentum and doubled him over. Graves grinned and glanced at his opponent who was already coming to him with a clothesline that flattened the GEW Grand champion.
Neither of these competitors seemed to have time or will to pull fancy moves or entertain the crowd, going down to the nitty-gritty. With Jack currently laying on his back, Duke kept the pressure with his Red Wing Stomps, crushing the Nashvillain’s rib cage under his foot. Jack tried to roll out of the ring but Andrews grabbed his right foot, then the left one. Holding both of Graves’ legs, Duke then took a couple of steps back making it so that the GEW Grand Champions’ neck was right under the bottom rope. He then fell backwards, catapulting his opponent into the bottom rope, leaving him coughing and gasping for air.
Graves had a couple of tricks up his sleeve as well, going for Duke’s eyes and blinding him to regain control. He then followed with a volley of kicks and forearm strikes that left the Top Heel groggy. Graves then speared him into the corner and caught him on the rebound with a brutal belly to belly suplex, but his move known as Mossy Oak Mudslinger only gave him a count of two.
The ring clearly wasn’t enough to contain the two men, who were now battling on the apron, throwing wild punches at each other. Duke blocked one of those right hands, grabbed Jack’s arm and slammed him on the ring apron. Graves responded by pushing Duke head-first into the ring post which busted him open. This only seemed to anger the Epitome Of Perfection who then unleashed a violent volley of punches to the Nashvillain and dropped him on the floor with a spinebuster.
Once back inside the ring, Duke kept the pressure on the opponent with his Red White & Blue combo, but it wasn’t enough to keep him down. The Veteran picked him up and attempted the Andrews Effect which wasn’t a great idea as Jack started punching his skull and eventually managed to get off his shoulder and land behind him. A punch to the kidneys caused Duke to arch his back and allowed the Outlaw to easily apply a headlock and lift him for an inverted suplex. It was the first of a series of suplexes which included a teardrop one and a pumphandle version but the close call for the champion came after the straightjacket DDT called Black Curtain.
The expectations for this match, even without the title on the lin, were extremely high and the two men didn’t disappoint, bringing their A game and leaving everything they had in that ring. All those people, and that most likely included Duke too, who were expecting the Division to spoil the main event would be disappointed. Jack’s brothers in arms didn’t interfere in the match, letting the Nashvillain do his thing. But surely they were watching backstage, and just like everyone else they got shocked when the Epitome Of Perfection kicked out of the Dinner Bell. Graves wrapped his hand around the opponent’s neck, ready to deliver the Hangman’s Call. Duke reacted by hitting him with a knee strike to the crotch, making sure the referee couldn’t see the low blow and following with the Killshot to hide any evidence. The knee to the face didn’t give him the win, but allowed him to pick Jack up for the Andrews Effect. Had the title been on the line as originally planned, we would have crowned a new GEW Grand Champion here in Cardiff. And we would have never heard the end of it from Moss due to the controversial ending.

WINNER: Duke Andrews
BY: Pinfall (Andrews Effect) 17:13

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