MWE Presents: Anarchy In The UK (night 1)

MWE Presents: Anarchy In The UK (night 1) Apr 9, 2023 11:52:23 GMT -6

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MWE Presents: Anarchy In The UK Pre-Show (night 1)
Live from O2 Arena in London, England
Saturday, March 25th, 2023

The footage showing up now picked up in what seemed to be a makeshift office, though there were some recognisable additions, such as class photographs and three small flags. One for Poland, one for France and another for the United Kingdom. Behind the desk, sat in a dazzling gown that sparkled in the artificial light, was the stunning Lady Magdalena in all her finery.

Lady Magdalena:
Thank you one and all for tuning into tonight’s show here from the O2 Arena in London, England. I do ever so hate to take up your time and delay your expectation of some of the finest professional wrestling action in the world, but I sadly must take this moment prior to your favourite stars lacing up their boots.

She tapped her painted nails upon the desk gently, a soft smile appearing on her elfin features.

Lady Magdalena:
Over the past few weeks and months, the overall harmony within Team Strike has taken a severe shooting. I have prided myself on selecting the stars of the future, ones I have so much confidence and belief in, who have worked as a unit to train, prepare and better both themselves and each other in their quest to attain their first professional contracts in the wrestling industry here in MWE, and forge their own legacies no matter their name value, origin or background.

She takes a deep breath, pausing for a moment as she fanned herself with a beautifully decorated, swan themed fan. Her eyes turned away for a second, then shot back to the camera.

Lady Magdalena:
I feel partially to blame for this breakup in the harmony and progression of this team I have gathered, and tried to set an example for. I have tried to be a friend, a guardian and a teacher for each of them, and I hope they can forgive me for the two poor sighted decisions I made that led us to this path.

The Black Swan took another breath, blinking sharply before carrying on.

Lady Magdalena:
I am a Lasiewicz through and through, and my hot headed nature resulted in my temporary suspension from the Academy, forcing an ill timed break from guiding my dear charges. It was during this time I had taken a gamble on signing a wantaway star in the making, who whilst they had shown a great deal of promise, had also shown a disregard to the great traditions of this training school. I had thought, and hoped, that with my guidance and the strong sisterhood they had built with another of my prized team, that this would lead them along a better path.

The Fair Lady stood now, resting her palms upon the mahogany desk.

Lady Magdalena:
It has become awfully clear that this is not the case, and due to this student's actions and unwavering mindset, this can sadly not be changed.

Lady took a breath, closing her eyes for a second.

Lady Magdalena:
It is due to this, and with great regret, I hereby release Reign Reyes from Team Strike. She will not be traded to another team, nor am I requesting a replacement. She will simply be without a training group or team. I will not have further disharmony in my group, nor will I ever support a student whose sole purpose to disrupt, insult and cheat their way to success. Nor will I have train a student who would harm anyone from my group. This decision is immediate, Gold Star or not… Thank you for your time today.

And with that, the footage faded away.

The Academy Preshow Match
Team Title Triple Threat Tag Team Match

Team Jones (Missy Propaganda & Kyle Ashton) © VS Team Strike (Dakota & Marina Marston) VS Team Noir (Brighton Lancaster & Leon Alexander)

Pay-per-View debut for Brighton, the younger sister of MWE star Echo and for her partner Leon Alexander. The duo only recently joined The Academy, but their recent form convinced their team leader Helena Noir to choose them over the other, more tried and tested members of her team. Lancaster was the one to start the match, taking on Team Jones’ Kyle Ashton. The Magician seemed to have learned his lesson from one week ago and, despite the London fans asking to see one of his magic tricks, he went straight for the opponent, delivering a stiff forearm strike to jaw of his opponent and then unleashing a flurry of punches to the ribs.
Ashton kept the pressure on the powerhouse by applying a headlock and occasionally hit her with punches and knee strikes while cranking on her neck. Eventually Lancaster used her strength to get out of the predicament with a back suplex and reached her partner in the corner. Leon took on Kyle head on with swift striking combinations, eventually knocking him down with a leaping knee for a count of two.
Team Strike finally got involved as Dakota lightly slapped Alexander’s back to tag herself in. The young girl brought speed into the match and raised the level of spectacularity of the contest, drilling Ashton with a fantastic springboard DDT. The kid from Atlantic City now truly needed to make the tag, but catching a break from Dakota’s rapid fire offense was no easy task. A stunner gave him that bit of separation he needed to get to his partner and tag her in. Missy may not be somewhat camera shy due to her particular condition but her actions were speaking louder than any word possibly could. With hard kicks she easily turn the tides and even came close to the win after shooting Kota down with a superkick.
As the Second Propagandist sent Dakota into the ropes with an Irish whip, Marina made the blind tag to her partner who then bounced back from the ropes and ducked Missy’s clothesline. Team Jones’ member turned around and that was when Marston entered the ring, blocking Missy in a waistlock and using the momentum of Dakota’s running big boot to pin the opponent with a bridging German suplex, but Brighton broke up the pinning predicament.
The Australian-American was back in the ring, and she was as dominant as always. Marston got almost broken in half by a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Dakota entered the ring and got dropped with a spinebuster on top of her own partner. Missy and Kyle exchanged a quick glance and entered the ring to attack Brighton, landing a few strikes before Lancaster grabbed both their heads and smashed them together. All by herself, the towering teenager had cleared the ring, earning the applause of the London fans.
Brighton and Leon worked well together, using their power to their advantage and decimating the competition. All of them tried, at different times, but none was successful in stopping the dominant duo. And eventually one of them took the fall, giving Team Noir a deserved win and the team titles. It was Marina who was unfortunate enough to find herself on the receiving end of a Doomsday Device from Brighton and Leon. Alexander, who performed the diving clothesline that knocked her off Lancaster’s shoulders, made the tag while the Australian-American made sure none of the other competitors could interfere.

WINNER: Team Noir (NEW TEAM CHAMPIONS)
BY: Pinfall (Doomsday Device), 11:03

MWE Presents: Anarchy In The UK (night 1)
Live from O2 Arena in London, England
Saturday, March 25th, 2023

We head backstage to see interviewer, Rylee Robinson standing by holding a microphone.

Rylee Robinson:
We're just getting started on what's going to be an amazing two nights of wrestling here in London and one of the matches that has people excited to sort of kick things off is the undefeated Paula Parker taking on the legendary Javen. This all started when-

A clearing of a throat is heard off cameras as Rylee looks over, prompting the camera to pan back. As it does, we see Paula Parker, along with her brothers standing behind her in typical fashion. Rylee extends the microphone towards the undefeated Prodigy.

Paula Parker:
It started when Javen thought it would be cute to promise me an opponent worthy of my time, only to show up with Caleb Rush. Someone who was so out of shape, I didn't know where his back or stomach was. I mean, the guy was flabby all over and had absolutely no business being in a wrestling ring with me. It's been a bit humorous, hasn't it? Whenever there's a guest booker, they either leave me off the show, or play around with me. Well, what was once funny will get serious tonight, and Javen, the blame falls solely on you.

Rylee Robinson:
With all due respect, Paula, this isn't a Caleb Rush for sure, and some would argue that this will be your biggest challenge to that undefeated record to date. Javen himself took to Twitter to say it wasn't on his bingo card to end an undefeated streak this year. Obviously, he's confident that he will be the one to bring an end to that perfect singles record of yours. As a hall of famer, and someone who has more wins under his belt than most of the talent in Millennium, what makes you so confident going into this one?

Paula looks behind her at her brothers, prompting Rylee to continue.

Rylee Robinson:
Your brothers? Is that what the look was for?

Paula gives a scathing look to the interviewer.

Paula Parker:
Is that what you think? That I'm only capable of winning if my brothers are involved? I was looking at them because you asked a stupid question and obviously they thought so too. What makes me so confident? You said it yourself, he's had more wins than anyone here, and that means, he's seen it all, done it all, he has NOTHING to motivate him, not to the extent that I do. What is this for him? A chance to end a streak that even he wasn't thinking about ending a week ago. But me? This is a streak that I'm doing ANYTHING to maintain. While he hasn't thought about it, it's the thing I've thought about most since I made my debut. It's quite simple, I want it more, I have more to lose, so I'll go further to ensure victory. Next question.

Rylee Robinson:
That's a good point, okay, let's move on. What has you so enraged about the match he made? Sure, Caleb wasn't exactly the toughest of opponents, but in a way, wasn't that doing you a favor? Giving you an easier victory?

Paula Parker:
You really are dense, aren't you? Why would I want the 'easier' victory? I'm here to wrestle the best in the world and prove that I'm better than them. Caleb was a waste of my time. I flew out to the show, for what? Not even a minute of work? He thought he could have a laugh at my expense, but guess what Rylee? I always get the last laugh.

Paula looks directly into the camera now, talking to her opponent.

Paula Parker:
Javen, this could have been avoided. All you had to do was give me a match, like I politely requested, one that would break me out of the first match on every single card. I've won, and won, and won, and won, and won again, and yet here I am, match two again, on night one of a two night spectacular. This match? It's my statement match. I should be the one competing for championships, headlining shows, and seeing my name in the lights. I'm called The Prodigy for a reason. It isn't because I open the shows better than anyone else, it's because I'm truly the best wrestler alive at my age, and potentially, the best wrestler period in this entire company. A win over a hall of famer is exactly what I need to elevate myself to the next level. I'm glad you didn't have ending my streak on your bingo card, because it isn't happening. Tonight, Paula Parker steps up and opens the eyes of everyone around the world, the UK and beyond. You want Anarchy? I'll give it to you in the classiest form possible. Toodles.

Singles Match

Paula Parker VS Javen

”Caleb Rush” chants welcomed Paula and the Prodigy wasn’t happy with that. Javen, instead, joined the fans in chanting the Welsh’s name as he indulged at ringside, taking the chance to taunt the Prodigy and get under her skin. What he obtained was to piss Parker off so much that she flew through the ropes and took him out with a suicide dive before the match could even start. Paula kept attacking the Hall Of Famer on the floor, with punches and stomps and kicks to the ribs. An authentic beatdown taking advantage of the fact that since the bell hadn’t sounded yet, the match wasn’t officially on and thus there was no countout that could give Javen.the break he needed.
Finally satisfied with the advantage she had taken, Paula entered the ring and asked her brothers to pick up Javen and push him in. She instantly went for a cover but the referee reminded her that the match hadn’t officially started yet. He eventually got her to step back and give him the chance to check if Javen was good to continue after the brutal attack. When Simon confirmed that he was ready to continue, the bell finally rang. As easily predictable, Paula charged at him right away, which was just what the veteran expected from her. With great ease, he took her down with a drop-toe-hold and followed with a low dropkick to the face as Parker was starting to pull herself up.
The usually focused and methodical Prodigy seemed particularly nervous tonight, too eager to avenge the affront Javen did to her by wasting her time with a hack like Caleb Rush, whose name was still being chanted by the crazy English fans. This all played in Javen’s head who took full advantage of the opponent’s mistakes and kept control of the match, lifting the opponent for a suplex that gave him a count of two.
Javen sent Paula into the ropes and caught her on the rebound with a sidewalk slam. The Prodigy finally lived up to her hype and countered the move with a tilt-a-whirl DDT. She was the first to get back to her feet and attacked Javen with some knee strikes to the ribs and clocked him with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. Dazed, Javen stood groggily in the middle of the ring,while Paula took another sprint to the ropes. What she didn’t realize was that the MWE Hall Of Famer was just playing possum and as soon as she came within reach, he picked her up for another sidewalk slam, and this time connected it.
The vocal crowd began to chant “You still got it” at Simon, which seemed to push the veteran to keep going, despite fatigue starting to creep in after a long time of inactivity.. And they weren’t wrong either, the former MWE Tag Champion was really showing out tonight, leveling the younger opponent with a leg lariat that gave him another count of two. Perhaps he even overdid, attempting a springboard moonsault and missing the target as Paula moved out of the way . The Prodigy followed up with a kick to the head and left the ring, moving on the apron from where she went with a springboard shooting star press, but it wasn’t enough to keep the man down.
Parker fired back up with a combination of kicks to Javen’s head, which sent McMillion to the floor outside. Paula did her best to get the ref’s attention on herself so that her brothers could attack Javen, but the official didn’t fall for that trick, keeping his eyes on Jesse, Jackie and Justin as they picked up the Hall Of Famer from the floor. Seeing that her plan wasn’t working as she had hoped, Paula decided to do things by herself and soared over the top rope with a spectacular dive to the outside. Javen quickly moved out of the way and Parker jumped straight into her own brothers who cushioned her fall.
Javen fought Jesse, Justin and Jackie as they all came for him, dropping them down one by one. Too bad he didn’t realize their true goal until it was too late and Paula pushed him head first into the ring post. The fight eventually got back in the ring with a dazed Javen walking straight into a superkick from the younger opponent that sent him stumbling into the ropes. As Simon bounced back, Parker caught him with The Point (spike DDT) and picked up a big win against a Hall Of Famer. And most importantly, the streak was still living on.

WINNER: Paula Parker
BY: Pinfall (The Point), 12:46

Previously Recorded

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page is walking into the O2 Arena followed by her security team.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
Hasn’t the last six days just been heavenly? After two long years of hearing that pathetic troll chirp endlessly about her obsession with Duke and her jealousy of me I got that trashy ho in a cage where I kicked her ass.

Tiffany devilishly laughs.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
After all that flexing that you are better than me as to why you were dodging me I pinned you right in the middle of the ring. How does it feel, Karen, knowing that your life’s mission was all in vain? Well…it’s not like anyone cares how you are doing but I just like to see you squirm. It truly is fantastic now that I officially beat you in a one on one match. I can finally move past you after tonight where Clyde and I handle our business tonight.

Tiffany gets to her and Duke’s locker room. She opens the door and walks into the locker room.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
While that prissy troll, Karen, goes back to being a curtain jerker while Duke and I go back to doing what we do to get some MWE gold. Not just MWE gold but Duke can leave here tonight as the GEW Grand Champion. It is plain and simply just karma. That is why Karen got her comeuppance last Sunday at Riot. Who knows I might just finally go win the Junior Heavyweight title just because I can.

Tiffany rubs her chin.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page:
But tonight Clyde will remind all of you that he isn’t anyone to mess with and I am glad he is on my side. Now we have seen Olly is proud he can say that he got a victory over Clyde in a GCW ring Just like Matt is still over the moon that he beat me over a year ago and he is counting on that happening again tonight. Obviously something will change and rest assured that things will change in the favor of Clyde and I.

Tag Team Match

Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh VS Luna & West Long

After a rough start, the former tag team champions Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh looked to be back on track. In a highly competitive tag team division such as this, every match counts, and every match hides potential pitfalls. Even a match, on paper, easy as this one required maximum focus, especially since Luna and West entered this contest with a big chip on their shoulders. Things didn’t really go their way lately, and while this couldn’t be considered a last resort for them, it could definitely be seen as a new beginning should they walk out of London with a win.
West size was definitely an advantage, allowing the Warwolf to overpower Rhett quite easily. Adelson tried to use his speed and agility to stay out of his reach, but his running crossbody attempt ended in the worst possible way. West blocked the attempt and lifted him over his head in a Gorilla press slam and threw him out of the ring. Qiyara went immediately to check on her boyfriend, asking him if he was ok after the nasty landing. Luna, on the other hand, wasn’t as considerate and saw in it an opportunity to kick Singh in the head.
Qiyara would later get her measure of revenge when she was in the ring with the Star Of The Night. Luna was quite the proficient striker, with a solid Krav Maga background that helped her in several occasions throughout her successful MWE career. But martial arts were Singh’s bread and butter, and the Indian did a good job surviving the blonde’s initial flurry before starting her counterattack. Her educated feet hit the target with surgical precision, pushing Luna back in the corner. She tagged Rhett back in and took a few steps back while her boyfriend walked the apron reaching the opposite corner. They exchanged a quick nod and ran toward Luna, kicking her in the head simultaneously with an enziguri (Adelson) and the 540 spinning hook kick (Singh). Rhett then made the cover but West was able to run through Yara and break it up before the three count.
After managing to surprise Rhett with one of her throat strikes and drop him down with the Upgrade, Smith reached the corner and let her enforcer carry the rest of the match. He started with the right foot, hitting Rhett with three consecutive clotheslines before whipping him in the corner and squash him with a body splash. As he kept the ref distracted, Luna proceeded to choke Adelson with the tag rope, letting him go as the ref turned around and getting away with it. Rhett stumbled out of the corner right into a belly to belly suplex from the Warwolf, but still managed to kick out in time.
The Nightfall trainee was not one to give up so easily, and even after all the punishment taken, he found the strength in himself to react, landing on his feet as Long German suplexed him and quickly taking his leg out with a basement dropkick. The big man’s frame was blocking Rhett’s way to his corner, but this wasn’t going to stop Adelson. He sprinted toward the Warwolf, curb stomped him and dove toward his girlfriend, making the tag to her.
Qiyara was simply too fast for Long, dodging every attempt to catch her and hitting him with swift strikes. Seeing her partner in difficulty, Luna decided to enter the ring illegally and tried to surprise the Indian wrestler with a jumping knee to the back but Singh felt her coming and stepped aside. Luna ended up hitting her own partner before getting dropped down by Qi’s double underhook suplex. The former tag team champion then finished the Warwolf with her Singhing Off Qi and hooked the leg. Luna tried to make another save but Rhett blasted her with his Explosion knee strike, frustrating her attempt.

WINNER: Qiyara Singh & Rhett Adelson
BY: Pinfall (Singhing Off Qi), 10:13

Backstage we find the two members of PCP having a chat before their match tonight. Shockingly, they’re both already dressed to compete and Matt is actually happy with how his hair looks. Veronica has picked out matching gold and black outfits for them and they look like a solidary team.

Matt Stone:
Have you noticed all week that K2O and the other two have been acting like they’re facing each other and we don’t even exist?

Veronica’s back visibly stiffens for a moment as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. It’s clear by the expression on her face that she is well aware of what Matt is talking about and she tucks her tongue against the inside of one cheek for a brief moment before she speaks.

Veronica Sawyer:
Of course I’ve noticed. Karen’s ego is big enough that I’m amazed she even is aware of any team besides herself being part of the match.

The tone of her voice is biting as she rolls her eyes, uncrossing her arms as she points one index finger directly towards Matt.

Veronica Sawyer:
I told you from the beginning what I thought of that woman and her little remarks about you having a crush on me to try and get under your skin, they haven’t been forgotten, and I’ve just been patiently waiting for the day I would get to be against her inside of the ring once more.

Matt Stone:
Patiently? I don’t know if I’d use that word to describe it, I’m not sure a day has gone by where you haven’t made a comment about her, even in passing, but your point is taken. She just wants the world to talk about her and here we are doing it.

Matt rolls his eyes, looking up at the ceiling for a moment as if trying to remember something.

Matt Stone:
And then there’s the other two…Tiffany Amber Theisson and the ugly one.

Veronica Sawyer:
Are you saying that I’m not a patient woman?

Veronica uses her hand to give Matt a light slap on the arm.

Veronica Sawyer:
I have demonstrated the patience of a saint when it comes to that woman, sticking her nose and lopsided ass in everyone’s business.

Matt looks at her for a moment, wondering if it’s worth asking a follow up question to that remark or just letting it slide.

Matt Stone:
Uh huh…well I’m sure we’re going to be hearing about that later, but really what people should be excited to hear about later is our victory tonight. We earned a shot at the tag team titles and instead of getting one, we were just tossed in some group orgy rather than getting our true opportunity.

Veronica looks like she wants to interject but Matt keeps going

Matt Stone:
Okay yes, I know all orgies are in a group, that’s not the point. The point is we should have had a one on one match for the titles and we didn’t get one.

Again, Veronica looks ready to say something but Matt cuts her off again.

Matt Stone:
Fine! Two on two match, it just doesn’t roll off the tongue as easily, okay?

Veronica Sawyer:
Can I finally say something?

Matt thinks about it for a moment, then smirks.

Matt Stone:
You can, yes, though you’re charged with the responsibility of topping your last remark.

Veronica shakes her head as she rolls her eyes.

Veronica Sawyer:
I was just going to say that I absolutely agree with you, that we deserve our fair shot at the tag team championships, without any other teams standing in our way.

He seems a little taken aback by that but quickly recovers.

Matt Stone:
You agree with me? Well of course you agree with me, I’m always right!

Veronica Sawyer:
And just like that the moment is ruined.

Matt Stone:
I thought we were on the same wavelength there…no matter, the point is when we win this, whatever bum they can pull off the street for the next show should have no choice but to grant us the shot at the tag titles. We’ve earned that much, at least. Right Turn Clyde and Tiffy don’t even have a name together and K2O are looking to get KO’d too.

Veronica Sawyer:
That’s clever! Did you come up with that one all on your own?

Veronica laughs, making it obvious she was only teasing him as she places her hand on his shoulder.

Veronica Sawyer:
We need to make it clear that anything these tag teams accomplished before PCP arrived is meaningless. It’s time for the new generation of tag team supremacy to rise.

Matt Stone:
I couldn’t agree more. I was able to dominate the singles scene with a beautiful blonde by my side and here I am, poised to do it again in the tag scene.

Veronica Sawyer:
Speaking of…

There’s a slight pause as she raises one eyebrow.

Veronica Sawyer:
I trust you bought something to bring back to her from our trip.

Matt looks back over at her, feeling like she’s putting him on the spot here.

Matt Stone:
Wait, you’re saying my absence isn’t gift enough?

Veronica Sawyer:
You know what? I’m not going to touch that one.

Veronica gives him a smile before she begins to walk away, almost as if she was whistling nonchalantly under her breath, as Matt quickly follows after her to catch up with his tag team partner.

Junior Heavyweight Championship Match

Rainer Nordhagen © VS Nina

Nina’s win over Rainer on the last Riot before the PPV earned the Chicago native a shot at the Junior Heavyweight championship. The match began with both competitors trading punches in the center of the ring. While Nina’s lefts and rights always found their target, the Viper’s great evasion skills allowed her to dodge Rainer’s outburst, Nina dropped on her knees and flipped Nordhagen on his back with a fireman’s carry takedown, dropping an elbow to the chest and attempting a quick pinfall for a count of one. Back to their feet, the two went back to brawl, continuing until the match ended up spilling onto the floor. After fighting around ringside for a bit, the champion threw the challenger back into the ring and hit her with a missile dropkick, followed by an elevated double knee to the chest for the first nearfall of the match.
Now that he had the momentum on his side, Rainer kept attacking Nina with a series of kicks, but the former intern caught the last one and took him down with a Dragon Screw Legwhip. Without wasting any second she jumped with both feet on his chest with a double foot stomp. The torso and ribs of Nordhagen became the focus of Nina’s offense with hard kicks and knee strikes landing and slowing down the Junior Heavyweight champion. Of course the Viper’s trademark side kick to the ribs could not be missing, but it wasn’t enough for her to win her first title in MWE.
Nordhagen was in a lot of pain. Nina’s brutal kick really seemed to have done a number on the German/Australian, leaving a big foot-shaped bruise on his side. This was making his movements slower, the sharp pain also forced him to change strategy and switch to a more static offense, relying on his technical skills. But Nina proved time and time again that she could truly shine in that department, all those years spent training under Yulia Kirilenko at the Fight Lab gave her a deep knowledge of submission and counters which allowed her to hold her own against the former Academy Student. They grappled for over a minute, trading holds as they jockeyed for position in a long battle that surely appeased the many fans of technical wrestling. Eventually Nina was the one who came out on top, putting the champ in a, you guessed it, abdominal stretch which allowed her to pound at his ribs with forearm strikes.
Rainer locked in a figure four leg lock while utilizing the ropes for extra leverage, which allowed him to do some damage to Nina’s leg until the referee spotted his foul and ordered to break it up. As the two competitors got back to their feet, Rainer attacked that same leg with some stiff kicks, eventually sweeping Nna off her feet and putting her into another submission, this time a sharpshooter. Nina tried to reach the ropes, but when she was mere inches away, the champion transitioned into a knee bar to further damage her legs.
However, Nina fired back up and hit Rainer with a flurry of kicks, fighting through the pain every strike brought to her. But a slightly injured leg didn’t prevent her from connecting the Viper Sting (Sambo casting punch) that knocked the champion on his ass. Nordhagen quickly rolled out of the ring to escape Nina’s pinfall attempt. The VIper decided not to follow him, preferring to take that time to recover and massage the sore leg in an attempt to ease that pain. But at some point she was forced to take action as it became clear that Nordhagen was more than happy with taking a count out win to retain his title.
She was able to bring the match back in the ring but a kick to the leg put the champion back in the driver’s seat. He quickly tried to capitalize on the situation with his patented jumping reverse STO, obtaining a count of two. Nina fought back, taking him down with her The Fang (one finger takedown). Rainer began to kick the air and scream that he couldn’t see, which led to Nina lowering her guard. From the mat, he then kicked at her leg and caused her to drop to one knee. The Junior Heavyweight champion popped to his feet and followed with the Martyr’s Revenge, exposing his bluff but picking uo a big, hard fought win.

WINNER: Rainer Nordhagen (STILL MWE JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION)
BY: Pinfall (Martyr’s Revenge), 9:55

The scene opens up backstage in the production area of the 02 Arena. Gabriel Landry is sitting on one of those production crates used to hall around the equipment for the shows. On his right is the MWE Lockdown Championship laid next to him. On his left sits Erika Eldon; still surreal these two are on good terms considering the history they share. Gabe has his eyes closed, his hand is resting on Erika’s knee. Taking a deep breath he finally opens his eyes. He looks over at Erika.

Gabriel Landry:
I wish I could be excited about tonight, babe. We’re in London, one of the most amazing places I’ve ever visited. The 02 Arena is rich in tradition. I am living the dream right now. Shouldn’t I be more grateful...

Gabriel looks over to his right to acknowledge the Lockdown Championship. He grabs it. Resting the championship on his lap he says.

Gabriel Landry:
How I won this still bothers me. Why can’t I shake the feeling I’m an illegitimate champion? I know, I know, it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask Tiffany to get involved. We both know if she didn’t I would be at home right now watching Anarchy in the UK. Not defending this.

Gabriel sighs as he returns the Lockdown Championship where it originally was.

Gabriel Landry:
Also doesn’t help Selena can claim two victories over me. To be a champion who can’t win a match? Proving Karen right about me not deserving to be champion? To tell you the truth this isn’t about your mom anymore, I am the one who believes I don’t deserve to walk out there to defend the Lockdown Championship in one of the most brutal matches ever. Guess I’m a fuddy duddy for believing in honor.

Gabriel chuckles as Erika shakes her head and uses a finger to lift up his lowered chin.

Erika Eldon:
You are not a fuddy duddy…you are a good person. You can’t control what others did, if anything my mom making everyone angry is what got others involved in your match. You can’t do anything about that now, what you can do though is go out there and defend your title. The fans don’t want to see a purse on a pole match, they don’t want to see these weird ones. One thing they do want to see is a ladder match….

Erika nods her head, the fans likely watching and agreeing along with her.

Erika Eldon:
So you can go put on a show for all the fans! And I know for a fact they still love you, because I’ve seen several wearing your shirts on the way in here today. It doesn’t matter what happened before, what happened is what you do now. They say a champion isn’t a champion until you defend your belt. And I know, and the fans know how much work you put in to get here. So, tonight you go out there and defend it. Then absolutely nobody can say anything about you not deserving this.

Erika points at his Lockdown championship.

Erika Eldon:
You are a hot guy, with a gold championship, who is about to go out and fight in a ladder match! That is pretty cool.

Gabriel soaks in everything that Erika had to say. Takes a moment for him to compose himself... was he getting emotional just now? He runs his hands through Erika’s hair and smiles.

Gabriel Landry:
How did I get so lucky?

Erika smiles, the two seeming to bring each other out of their sorrows.

Erika Eldon:
I am the lucky one. You got this! I know you'll win.

Erika leans in as the two share a little peck of a kiss, not ones to go overboard in front of cameras.

Gabriel Landry:
Thanks. I owe Selena my best shot. With God as my witness she's going to get it. I will walk out there free of doubt and worry. She's right about one thing, if I go out there believing I'm unworthy I might as well hand the Lockdown to her. I have no intention of doing that.

Gabriel smiles. Him and Erika chat some more, we can't hear what they're talking about with the audio cut down as the scene fades.

Grudge Match
No DQ

Ash Fi VS Jacob Figgins

Talk about family issues… Ash Fi didn’t even wait for the bell to ring to attack her father, the man who cost her the MENTV championship and then got rid of it to replace it with the Chaos Theory championship. After knocking down the voice of Riot with a kicking combination, Aislinn immediately left the ring and grabbed a chair, smacking it on his head. She left him laying there as she left the ring and began to toss in all the chairs she could find. Sir Figgles rolled on the mat trying to dodge them but some of them still landed on his body.
Finn returned to the ring and started to beat Figgins over the back with a series of chair shots. She set up two open chairs in the center of the ring and looked to dump her father onto them back-first, but lifting the old man was too much of an effort for her. Jacob, on the other hand, didn’t have a problem picking his daughter up and suplexing her onto the chairs, crushing them on impact. He attempted a pin right there and then, perhaps hoping that she would stay down so that he wouldn’t have to hurt her any further but Ash got her shoulder up.
Jacob looked down at his daughter and shook his head, cursing his daughter’s stubbornness under his breath. But if he was, somehow, looking a bit hesitant to hurt Aislinn, the last MENTV champion didn’t show any qualms and hit the veteran with a low blow. The look on Jacob’s face was a mix of pain and surprise as he dropped to his knees, holding his crotch with both hands. Ash Fi looked at him, you could see the fire of anger burning in her eyes as she delivered the Warp Spasm, knocking him down. She grabbed another steel chair and placed it on his chest before climbing to the top rope and jumping on him with a diving senton, not caring at all about hurting herself as long as she hurt him more.
At this point, Jacob was done playing nice. After knocking his daughter down with a straight punch to the mush, the Riot commentator grabbed a ladder and threw it into the ring. Picking up Ash, he rocked her with a flurry of headbutts, dazing himself too in the process. He did recover before Aislinn though, and set up the ladder diagonally in the corner, resting the two ends on the middle rope. He then went to pick up Ash in the opposite corner and lifted her in a powerbomb position, running across the ring to put her through the ladder. Aislinn managed to avoid that with the perfect counter, a hurricanrana that sent Figgins head first into the ladder. The impact busted him open, a nasty cut right above the eye from which blood began to flow copiously, hindering his vision. Not that he needed to see to guess what Ash was doing. She picked him up, not without struggle, and laid him down on the ladder, quickly climbing to the top rope. Even though her intentions were clear, he still couldn’t get out of the way as Ash jumped onto his chest with a diving double foot stomp, breaking the ladder in half. Still, Jacob was able to kick out in two.
With Sir Figgles sitting in the middle of the ring, battered and bloodied, Aislinn tried to finish him off with her Madra Rua (running crossbody to a seated opponent), but the veteran was just playing possum and as soon as Aislinn rebounded from the ropes, he grabbed a nearby chair and violently smacked it on her face. The impact was brutal, and Aislinn might have gotten herself a broken nose out of it, seeing the amount of blood that was pouring from her nostrils But that wasn’t even the worst part as Jacob now started piling up every single chair that was left scattered in the ring. His next step was to drop his own blood onto it with the Moonshine Delirium to pick up the win.
WHAT THE HELL? How did Ash kick out from THAT? Everybody was asking the same question, Sir Figgles himself just looked at his daughter in shock before bursting out in a hysterical laughter. The veteran shook his head and threw some hard kicks at the grounded opponent, yelling at her to stay down. But obviously Ash wasn’t going to listen to her father, even less so tonight when so much was at stake. Those kicks and the verbal abuse were actually firing up Aislinn who actually pushed herself up to her feet and started fighting back, hitting the Voice Of Riot with some quick jabs. Jacob absorbed her weak strikes and delivered a tremendous knee strike to the stomach that lifted Aislinn from the ground. Grabbing her by the arm, he sent her into the ropes. Behind him was a steel chair, one that had been used a couple of times during the match, judging by how bent out of shape it was. Sir Figgles slightly bent forward, aiming to send her flying into the chair with a back body drop but Ash saw that coming and caught him with the Gae Bulg (Essex Destroyer), planting him onto the chair. The exhausted Aislinn dragged herself on top of Jacob and made the cover, picking up a monumental win.

WINNER: Wrestler
BY: Method, Time

Electricity by Blood Stain Child starts playing throughout the arena, as Selena Lyre steps through the curtains with Mr.X as her side, as he looks around taking in the crowds energy as she slowly lifts her arms fully above her head placing the palms of her hands together, before pulling her hands apart thrusting them out to the side palms down as you leans her head back, electricity shoots down from the ceiling in a line behind her leaving clouds of smoke after they strike.

Amy Maynard:

Someone has a new entrance.

Jacob Figgins:

Yea I think she went a little over the top, how much did that cost her?

Selena lowers her arms to her sides, and as she does she faces the ring taking off in a sprint sliding under the bottom ropes running and jumping on the opposing turnbuckle closest to hard cam, raising her right hand to the sky sticking out her pointer finger before lowering in pointing all around the audience, before jumping down reaching under the ropes grabbing a microphone from a ring crew member turning to face the hard cam with a infectious smile on her face.

Selena Lyre :

London! How are you?!

The crowd erupts in cheers.

Selena Lyre :

If you told me last year that I would one day be wrestling outside of the United States? I would laugh and think your joking, but it’s not a joke, and It is all thanks to my mentor Mr.X

Selena turns facing the stage area with a smile on her face as she looks at Mr.X before returning her gaze to the hard cam.

Selena Lyre :

Tonight is the biggest night in my career so far, because I face my friend Gabriel Landry in A ladder match for his Lockdown Championship, and yes I know you might be saying that I have had a championship match before so what makes this any different? Well what makes tonight different is that there will be no interfering, or cheating because when it comes to me, and gabe? We got nothing, but respect for each other, and neither of us need any help to fight our battles, and with that being said?

Selena’s smile turns into a straight look as she gets serious.

Selena Lyre :
Gabe your thing is “Take to the Sky” Right? Well tonight you are indeed going to take to the sky, but unfortunately when your head is above the clouds? All you will see is a Sky Goddess already leagues above you staring down at you. Do you have what it takes to fly with a goddess Gabe?

Selena lets a small smirk cross her lips.

Selena Lyre :
However! Don’t get me wrong this is not me being over confident, because if I allow myself to become over confident then I may as well be wrestling blind. I know how good you are gabe, we have teamed together so I should know better than anyone, but I have never seen you in a ladder match, but that’s the thing Gabe, because you… no as a matter of fact? Noone in Millennium has seen me in a ladder match, so both of us are going into this match blind, but fully aware that when the bell rings? We throw our friendship aside, and beat the living hell out of each other, and I do not intend on losing. I am coming into the match with no aim, but to walk out Lockdown Champion, and I know that some people may judge me for this, and be like “How can you take A championship away from a friend? Let alone a friend who just won that championship!” The answer is simple. That is the kind of business we work in, and gabe understands that, and while gabe is my friend? I need to win for that man Mr.X standing on the stage, and most importantly? For me, and the betterment of my career!.Lets steal the show tonight Gabe!.

Selena drops the microphone, and waves the the crowd, before exiting the ring, walking up the ramp, and heading backstage with Mr.X.

Lockdown Championship Match
Gabriel's Rule: Ladder Match

Gabriel Landry VS Selena Lyre

It’s not often that you see a ladder match between only two participants, but this was the stipulation chosen by Gabriel for his Lockdown championship defenses. Given the qualities of both competitors, this one promised to be a spectacular contest, likely with some dangerous spots involving the ladders as they tried to reach the title hanging above their heads. The match started with an impressive display of agility from both competitors who used their speed and athletic prowess to dodge each other’s attacks. The long series of counters and evasion ended with both wrestlers landing on their feet after a cartwheel, staring in each other’s eyes while the fans showered them in cheers and applause.
The match continued at a fast, hectic pace. Selena connected a series of three japanese arm drags and then went for a springboard moonsault, but Gabriel moved out of the way. The Electric Girl managed to land on her feet but a quick sweep kick from Landry frustrated her athletic gesture. As soon as her back hit the canvas, the Lockdown champion jumped backward and landed on top of her with a standing shooting star press. Obviously the match couldn’t be won by pinfall so Gabriel quickly rolled out of the ring and grabbed a ladder. Selena was already on her feet and went for a baseball slide, pushing the ladder into Gabe’s face with a baseball slide. Landry got knocked on his ass, giving his opponent time to set the ladder up right under the title and make her first attempt at climbing. She only got halfway up when the champion came back in and pushed the ladder aside. Lyre jumped off and landed on her feet but a quick superkick from the Academy graduate knocked her down.
The ladder lying on the mat definitely was a threat both wrestlers had to deal with. Selena learned it the hard way as landry suplexed her on top of it, eliciting a groan of pain from the challenger as she arched her back. She had barely made it up to her feet when Gabe doubled down with a rear mat slam, pulling her once again down onto the steel object. The champion then dragged the ladder from under the opponent and set it up in the middle of the ring. He started to climb but was soon reached by Selena who climbed the same ladder on the same side. Moments later they were standing side by side, trying to knock each other down with punches or by slamming the other’s head into the steps. Eventually, they both went down when Lyre recklessly fell backward taking Gabriel with her with a russian legsweep.
A second ladder was introduced in the ring when the first one became too unstable to be used. The reason why the first ladder became useless? Well, Landry thought that putting his opponent between the rails and using his own bodyweight as a weapon to squash her with a senton was a good idea. If we exclude the pain he brought on himself and the fact that he could no longer utilize that ladder to capitalize on his move, it truly was. Either way, the second ladder was now in and Landry was using it, for once, the way it was meant to be used. To reach his Lockdown championship hanging above the ring. But the Electric Girl was not done yet, reaching him on top as he had grabbed the title and delivering a punch to his ribs, causing him to reconsider his options. The two began to fight at high altitude trading punches in an attempt to knock the other down and grant them a safe chance to retrieve the title. But there was no end in sight, as they both were brought back to earth by Gabriel’s suplex.
Safe to say the match lived up to the expectations and then some. The highlight of the night was Selena’s spectacular way to prevent the champion from reaching the title and retaining. She was out of the ring courtesy of a superkick from the champion, but she was quick to recover and even quicker to think of a creative way to frustrate Landry’s attempt. She pulled a ladder from under the ring and set it up diagonally against the top rope, using it as a ramp. She ran up it and jumped toward the ladder Gabriel was climbing, knocking it down with a dropkick. It was a nasty fall for the champion, who had made it to the very top of the ladder. He avoided crashing on the floor outside the ring, landing stomach first onto the top rope and tumbling inside the ring. He was obviously folded in two, holding his abdomen in pain
The force of Selena’s dropkick broke the ladder in two, forcing her to discard it and bringing the count of busted ladders up to four. She had a fifth one right within reach, but dragging the ladder she used as a ramp back inside the ring took some time. Landry dug deep within himself to find the strength to get to his feet and stumble to the ladder, starting a slow ascent. He eventually made it to the top while Selena was still fumbling with the title, trying to unhook and retrieve it. With a couple of right hands he managed to stop her and the two started another brawl in a very precarious spot. They were still going when “The Devil Inside” by Daniel Murphy blasted out of the loudspeakers and Thatcher Ray Nash came running down the ramp. What was he doing? He’s not even signed with MWE! The member of The Division barked something at the two competitors as he started to shake the ladder from under their feet, taunting them.
The surprises weren’t over as another figure entered the ring, this one jumping the barricade and coming straight from the crowd and going for Nash… JJ Night! The former Academy student was back after the injury suffered at the hands of Olly! A huge roar welcomed The Kid back as he unleashed hell on the Killer Kowboy, flooring him with the Amaterasu (spinning roundhouse kick). The impact sent Thatcher into the ladder, knocking it down. Selena fell all the way to the floor making the hardest of landings while Gabriel had the reflex to grab onto the title and hang up there. He watched as Mr X and JJ looked concerned at Selena, who luckily began to move and raised her thumb to reassure everyone about their conditions. Medical personnel still rushed to the ring to check on her, even though the match technically wasn’t over. But soon enough it would be, as a few seconds later the champion managed to unhook the title and fall back inside the ring.

WINNER: Gabriel Landry (STILL LOCKDOWN CHAMPION)
BY: Title Retrieval, 12:07

Backstage, the returning "VIP of MWE" Melody Lennox is stretching in the hall before her match. A clear face mask is pressed flush against her face, taut to her unblemished skin. Her dark blue gear is more traditional than that of her last appearance, which obscured her identity from Sophie O'Brian until the last minute. There's a mixed reaction to the sight of her - her prior actions quite unforgivable, but the reformed and rehabilitated Melody having spoken with such passion and conviction that it was tough to be completely against her for the crowd.

A set of boots join Melody's in the frame, bringing attention to the former Villainess mid-toe touch. She stands upright, and standing opposite of her is Kenzie Garrett. Those mixed reactions become boos at the sight of The Soulknife, wearing a Sex Pistols shirt tied off into a knot at the spine, tattered black tights, and red wrestling boots. Unimpressed, Melody asks...

MELODY LENNOX:
Can I help you with something?

KENZIE GARRETT:
I'd settle for an answer on why you got involved in my rematch, actually.

Melody sighed, her arms folding under her chest.

KENZIE GARRETT:
No, see... you don't get to stand there and act like me asking is a waste of your time, because if it wasn't for you? You'd have what you want! Sophie would no longer be the Intercontinental Champion. Then you could go and do whatever the fuck you wanted with her! I don't really care what that is. But I had that match won until you saved her skin!

MELODY LENNOX:
I can tell you're upset...

KENZIE GARRETT:
Naw, really!?

MELODY LENNOX:
Yes, really! But, try and picture it from my perspective. Get a year shaved off of your career because someone else is insecure, and see if you're willing to just let that go. I need to hurt Sophie in a way that's remotely comparable to how she hurt me. I'm sorry that you were affected by that. If not you, it would've been Duke Andrews. If not Duke, it would have been whoever else was unfortunate enough to be across the ring from her when I was ready to return.

KENZIE GARRETT:
But it wasn't them: it was me!

She scowled, while Melody remained defensive and defiant. The lifts in Kenzie's boots giving her a rare advantage in height over Melody, even if it wasn't much of one. She glared down at her, aggressively jabbing a finger into her chest.

KENZIE GARRETT:
You don't understand what the Intercontinental Championship means to me. It's the only reason this place doesn't have me slicing my skin open and bleeding out for people who don't give a single FUCK about my wellbeing! It's MINE, and when you jaw-jacked that bitch Sophie, all you accomplished was delaying my return to being the WRESTLER'S champion, and pissing me off. I don't want to put you back on the shelf as quickly as you got back, but I'm not afraid to go there if that's what it takes to regain the championship that was going to be mine in Belfast at CXVI!

MELODY LENNOX:
Look. It's nothing personal... despite how badly you want to make it such. At least not where you're concerned. This is about me and Sophie, who's already trying to run away from the payback that she's deserved for over a year.

KENZIE GARRETT:
You can absolutely go fuck yourself, trying to make me the third wheel in this match!

Kenzie sneered, gritting her teeth.

KENZIE GARRETT:
I had her beat until you got involved!

MELODY LENNOX:
Then do it again. Have her beat again. If it was really no issue and I was the only thing stopping you from being the Intercontinental Champion? Do it again! Seems simple enough to me. Considering she's trying to run away from this well-deserved revenge, it'll probably be down to a singles bout anyway.

KENZIE GARRETT:
Nope. She doesn't get to puss out, and you don't get to return and get handed a match because of a little case of what basically equates to a sunburn!

Garrett reached for the clear mask affixed to the other woman's face, finding her hand being smacked away for her trouble.

MELODY LENNOX:
Then it seems to me... that we're on the same side of things as far as that long-winded, uninteresting, self-important, pompous blowhard is concerned. I need to be the one to finish the story and take away the superiority complex that she's got. Prying the championship away from her? It's just the start. I'm not finished with her until I do unto her exactly what she did to me and claim some precious time. If you want to stop me from that? Be the better wrestler. It shouldn't be a problem if you're deserving to carry the 'wrestler's championship'... should it?

A slick smile pushed the apples of Melody's cheeks upward. Stepping away from Kenzie and walking away with a coy grin plastered to her face. The Soulknife snarling, glaring daggers into the back of the woman who's return spelled the disqualification ending to her rematch with the Intercontinental Champion.

Singles Match

Echo VS Saoirse Tyrell

The start of the match wasn’t quite what you would expect, especially after what happened in the weeks leading up to this match. All those attacks, the threat to carve the IX symbol on her arm… One would think that Echo would just go for the opponent’s throat, right? Instead the usually fiery Australian looked in full control of her emotions, able to maintain her cool even when a Saoirse raised her arms and a few cultists appeared among the fans. Echo simply nodded, staring at the opponent with an icy cold glare. Honestly, that was a bit unsettling to say the least, but Saoirse wasn’t one to get intimidated easily and she didn’t shy away from locking horns with the former Invictus champion. Echo easily got the best of as she used her size and strength to her advantage, pushing the younger opponent back against the turnbuckle. In an attempt to keep a semblance of order that, considering the people involved, wasn’t destined to last long, the referee broke them apart. Surprisingly Echo immediately let go and took a step back but, less surprisingly, she immediately clocked Tyrell with a quick punch to the jaw and suplexed her back in the middle of the ring.
Echo’s attention was clearly divided between her opponent in the ring and the cultists on the outside. Even though they weren’t moving, their mere presence and the track record warranted a special eye on from the Australian. Despite the split focus, Echo was able to maintain control in the initial phases, thanks to her stiff striking combinations. Her pull-back lariat almost took Saoirse’s tattooed head off, but the Irish managed to get her shoulder up in time.
The tides turned surprisingly and unexpectedly around the five minutes mark, when Saoirse showed her striking ability with a couple of straight right fists to Echo’s face, rocking the former Invictus champion long enough to follow with a double knee to the Australian’s back. Tyrell hit a series of neckbreakers,before trying to slow down and control the pace with a side headlock. Echo tried to power out of it but Saoirse switched to a different hold, applying more pressure on the opponent’s neck with a cravate hold. Showing an impressive technique honed by her months in the Academy, Saoirse put her foot on Echo’s hamstring and forced her to one knee, still torquing her neck,
Brute force allowed the Australian to eventually find her way out of the opponent’s submissions, a couple of well placed elbow strikes gave her the separation she needed to hit Saoirse with a vicious discus clothesline that sent the Academy dropout flipping in the air and landing on her back. Echo was right on top of her, sitting on her chest and unleashing a flurry of punches to her face, but this time she didn’t stop when the ref tried to separate them. Grabbing Tyrell by the neck with both hands, Echo lifted her to her feet and whipped her into the ropes, waiting in the middle of the ring already anticipating the moment when she would slam her into the canvas with the Reverb. But Saoirse never came back, hanging on the ropes to stop her momentum. Echo charged and raised her leg for a big boot but the Dublin native moved out of the way, Juliet’s leg was hanging on the top rope but not for long, as Tyrell brought her to the canvas with a dragon screw leg whip.
The disciple began to work on Echo’s leg, putting the Australian into some excruciating submissions. Although reluctantly, the former Invictus champion had learned a thing or two about submissions and how to counter them in her time training under Yulia Kirlenko and Damian Carter at the Chicago Fight Lab, and that knowledge would come in handy tonight to counter Saoirse’s holds and minimize the damage. But Tyrell was relentless and switched from one submission to the next, constantly keeping the pressure on Echo’s leg. The grimace of pain on the Australian’s face was a clear indicator of how excruciating the submission was, and how wise it would have been for Echo to just give up before any real damage was done. But quitting was not something the Australian was known for, and despite the pain she was going through, she still managed to reach the ropes.
Now back on her feet, Echo realized she will have to carry on for the rest of the match with the consequences of her choice. The limp on that injured leg was evident, making her movements slower and more painful as well as putting a major target on her back. But one lesson the Australian truly learned and still remembered from her Fight Lab days was how to turn her own weakness to her advantage. Knowing that Saoirse will now go for that leg, seeing it as the easiest way to beat the former Invictus champion, allowed Echo to adjust her offense to it, almost luring Tyrell in to blast her with a wicked right knee strike to the side of the head. The impact dazed the young Irish, who then got lifted in the air by Echo’s stalling suplex. But the damage on that leg was real, and affected the hang time making it far shorter than it usually was.
Echo had now turned the tables, but it was clear that the longer the match dragged on, the harder it would have been for her to keep the momentum. She needed to end this quickly, pushing through the pain to charge toward Tyrell and break her in half with a spear. The impact sent the tattooed member of the Cult flying a few feet away, thus not allowing Echo to capitalize right away with a pinning predicament. The Australian had to drag herself on top of the opponent, and by the time she covered her, Saoirse had recovered enough energy to at least raise her leg and rest it on the middle rope, avoiding defeat.
That massive spear was enough to level the field. Sure, Saoirse still had the advantage, albeit minimal. But her confidence surely took a hit after almost capitulating moments ago, and her attitude became more prudent. Then something shocking happened. It might seem ironic, considering that Echo and the majority of the fans expected to see the cultists getting involved, but not at this point of the match, and not like this. Saoirse herself looked surprised when one of her masked associates slipped inside the ring and blasted her opponent from behind, triggering the obvious DQ. The initial shock quickly subsided as anger seeped in for what was clearly an unexpected and not agreed assault. The Irish clenched her fists and it looked like she was about to go for the “rogue” cultist and snap at them when they wrapped their legs around the grounded Echo’s neck in an all too familiar fashion. Saoirse froze as she watched the masked cultist applying a textbook reverse figure four necklock, otherwise known as Old Honor. The same move that ended Alessio van Duren’s career, the move made famous by The Leader. And as soon as Echo passed out from the submission, she had the confirmation she needed. The cultist removed the mask, revealing themselves as none other than Nine van der Hoek. The Leader was back.

WINNER: Echo
BY: DQ, 16:11

We open just outside of the O2 Arena in London, England. People are going to and fro, into and out of the arena. As the camera pans out we catch sight of none other than “The Assassin” Clyde Sutter. The monstrous and cold hearted individual is dressed in black dress pants, black shoes, a white button up shirt, and a black leather jacket. A cold, stoic gaze is etched across his face. The camera gets in a little closer to get a better look at The Assassin as he begins to speak.

Clyde Sutter:
The United Kingdom…London, to be precise. Even someone as cold and emotionless as me has to admit that it does feel good to be home. Being here now brings about a mixed set of emotions for me. On the one hand I think back to my past here in London, I think back to how I grew up with nothing, how I was all but abandoned and rejected by society itself. I think back to how I was constantly in trouble with the law, all because of the chosen path I took in order to survive. Survival was all that mattered to me. Survival was all that was on my mind. I knew I only could count on one person to ensure my survival and that person was me. I could not count on society.

A grin forms on his face.

Clyde Sutter:
Funny how life works itself out, isn’t it? Now I am home. I am home and I am a former MWE MENTV Champion, former Riot Champion, and quickly rising to the top of the ranks in this company. Championship gold will be back around my waist soon enough, everyone knows that it is inevitable, that I AM INEVITABLE, and this time society cannot stop me. Now I have returned and mere survival is no longer on my mind.

He sneers at the camera.

Clyde Sutter:
CONQUEST is on my mind. Complete and utter destruction of any who stand before me is on my mind. Mr. Stone happened to be in my way and I put him down. Ms. Eldon was never in my way but she was in the way of my client. I work for the highest bidder, Ms. Eldon, and unfortunately for you, you have been too cheap. Kicking you in the head was not personal, Ms. Eldon. It was just business. Tonight, what happens inside that ring, it is not personal. It is just business, because PCP and K2O happen to be in the way of myself and my client. And that just cannot stand any longer.

He shakes his head.

Clyde Sutter:
The Assassin has come home and these people will all bear witness to the carnage that I wreak upon PCP and K2O. Fate…fate has willed it so…tick, tock.

Triple Threat Tag Team Match

Clyde Sutter & Tiffany Lynn-Page VS PCP VS K2O

As unexpected and extemporary as this match was, it quickly became one of the most anticipated of night 1 as soon as K2O was announced as one of the participants. Love them or hate them, and for most people it’s the latter, Olly and Karen Eldon defined the MWE tag division and their reunion, although it wasn’t confirmed if it was a one time deal or on a permanent basis, could have huge implications for the titles, more so if they would somehow manage to walk out with the win tonight. And, well, knowing them they won’t stop at anything to get the job done. The referee for the match was good ol Charles, not exactly someone known for being able to enforce the rules.
Karen attacked Tiffany before the bell could even ring, Olly knocked down Matt Stone with a clothesline before getting leveled by a big boot from the Assassin who, in his turn, got dropped by Veronica’s neckbreaker. Sawyer and Eldon were the only ones standing and that was good enough for Charles who started the match without any further hesitation, despite some of the other competitors still lying inside the ring. The two women began trading punches, there was clearly no love lost between them despite the “friendship” between Karen and Matt. The Canadian was getting the upper hand but then Olly got up to his feet and blocked her arms behind her back in a straightjacket hold. Charles asked him to let her go and leave the ring, and you can guess if Olly actually listened to him. While the former Academy student held Ronnie in position, Karen slapped the better half of PCP and sprinted toward the ropes, looking to hit her with the Can I Speak To Your Manager running knee strike. Clyde entered the ring (because, why not? It’s not like the ref would do anything about it) and wrapped his arms around Olly’s waist. When Karen hit Veronica, the Assassin used the momentum to suplex both the Canadian and Olly. Matt entered the ring, but a glare from Clyde made him reconsider his options. He stepped back and went back to his corner while the Assassin picked up Olly and threw him out of the ring. Karen checked on his partner, and when she saw that he was alright and fighting back against Sutter, she made the cover on Sawyer. Lynn-Page entered the ring and broke it up in two.
The pace slowed as the match went on, thanks mostly to Matt Stone who decided to put on a clinic to keep the Assassin grounded and maintain control. Without a doubt, this was the calm before the storm, a moment of normality before things will inevitably go south. And guess who was going to be the spark that caused all hell to break loose? Olly, of course. The Division’s member couldn’t resist and entered the ring to get his revenge on Sutter right after the former Riot champion managed to find a way to get out of Matt’s sleeper hold by falling back into the neutral corner. That was when Olly struck, running toward the Assassin and hitting him with a running Yakuza kick. Tiffany went to help her tag partner, throwing some forearm strikes at Olly before Karen grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down on the canvas, beginning to stomp the hell out of her. This time Charles managed to restore some order, even though both legal men were in pretty bad shape, crawling to the respective corners.
Veronica and Tiffany locked up in the middle of the ring, jockeying for position as they traded holds, attempting to get the advantage. Focusing must’ve been hard for both of them with the constant chatter and taunting coming from K2O’s corner, so they agreed to momentarily bury the hatchet and shut the noise, knocking both Karen and Olly off the apron with forearm strikes. As soon as they did, Tiffany turned on the canadian and took her down with a russian legsweep, followed by the PAWG (cartwheel into a backflip kneedrop), obtaining a count of two.
Even when he didn’t blindside opponents or took shortcuts, Olly was a force to be reckoned with in that ring. Ask Tiffany, who got hit with several hard strikes and headbutts and ultimately knocked down with a leaping knee strike. The former student quickly spun around and knocked Clyde off the apron with a discus forearm strike before running to the opposite side of the ring to take Stone down with a big boot. Karen finished the job by sweeping Ronnie’s legs and causing her to hit land hard on the apron. The ring was clear, nobody was standing in their way as Olly lifted Tiffany on his shoulders and prepared to deliver the Born To Lose. The move connected, but as he made the cover Clyde grabbed his foot and pulled him on the outside, throwing him into the barricade.
Clyde was relentlessly hitting Olly with hard punches and powerbombed him into the apron, giving his partner plenty of time to recover before he would offer her the young man on a silver plate. Matt and Veronica were preventing Karen from helping her partner, hitting her with their Planets Align on the outside. In the ring, Tiffany hit Olly with her Sex In The City (codebreaker) and made the cover. Sutter was already running toward PCP to prevent them from breaking up the pin. Stone took one for the team and stepped in the trajectory, saving Veronica and allowing her to dive in the ring and make the last minute save.
Olly could really use a tag right now. The abuse suffered at the hands of Sutter and Tiffany took its toll on the young man, who seemed to have injured his ribs. Definitely bad news in light of his Riot championship match on Night 2, but that was the last of his concerns… Sutter was back in the ring, and he definitely had a big chip on his shoulder. Desperate times call for desperate measures and the Academy graduate decided to use the referee as a human shield to protect himself from Sutter’s strikes. Clyde’s high knee knocked out the poor Charles who then got tossed on the mat by Olly. With no ref to keep the match on track, things went south really fast. And it’s in situations like this that K2O could thrive. Olly kicked Sutter in the nuts and floored him with the Random Act Of Violence. Karen retrieved her purse and looked inside it, pulling out brass knuckles she quickly threw to her partner. Olly wore them and turned around, knocking Matt off the apron with the Leap Of Faith (superman’s punch). In the exact same moment, Karen used the purse to get revenge on Veronica.
Taking different paths, Karen and Olly surrounded Tiffany, trapping her in the corner at ringside. Eldon swung her heavy purse at Lynn-Page’s head but moments before the impact, a boomerang thrown with surgical precision knocked the infamous purse out of her hands. Tiffany tried to make the best of this unexpected opportunity and started to fight the exhausted Olly who, despite the punishment taken, still managed to hold his own. Karen looked in the direction from where the boomerang came from trying to identify the attacker, but she could only see a shadow moving quickly among the fans. She then went for the purse, but before she could get to it someone, most likely the same person who threw the boomerang, launched bolas at her legs, causing her to trip and fall on her face. Karen still tried to reach for the purse but the mysterious figure stomped on her hand, preventing her from reaching it. Dressed in a full black ninja outfit, complete with a blade carried on their back. While crushing Karen’s hand with their right foot, they used the left to kick the purse out of reach, sending it under the ring
Olly saw his partner in danger and went to rescue her after pushing Tiffany over the barricade. The mysterious ninja kicked Karen in the temple and knocked her out so that they could focus on Olly. They drew their sword (luckily it was the wooden one used for training) and wielded it with incredible mastery, hitting Olly in the back of the head after dodging his attack with a twirl. They were able to hit him a couple more times but eventually Olly blocked the wooden katana and yanked it away from their grasp. Before the Academy graduate could do anything, he got it with a brutal spinning wheel kick and was knocked down by the ninja who then retrieved their weapons and disappeared in the crowd. Inside the ring, the referee and Sutter came back to their senses. Olly was still the legal man but Matt Stone decided to take his chances, counting on the fact that Charles was too dazed to realize it. With blood dripping down his face, courtesy of Olly’s loaded punch, the Canadian was standing behind Sutter’s back, waiting for him to turn around and catching him with the C-c-c-c Combo Breaker. Tiffany was the only person who could make the save, but Veronica was right there to stop her with a superkick. At the end of one of the most chaotic matches in MWE history (and that’s saying a lot), PCP was standing tall, although not without controversy.

WINNER: PCP
BY: Pinfall (C-c-c-c Combo Breaker), 19:03

The camera panned around the roaring UK crowd, picking up images of fans raising their signs up high, cheering for their world renowned favourites. The next match was going up, and the crowd was reaching fever pitch after the last contest, eagerly awaiting the next epic contest. The camera did seem to linger for a moment though, focusing on one person who didn’t seem to be as enthusiastic as all of the others, and was merely watching on as the others let their voices be heard. This person was wearing a flat cap, chugging a pint of dark coloured beer from a plastic cup, and munching on what looked like a meat pie. As they turned their face upwards, they gave a little wink to the camera, before standing and walking off. Many in the area then recognised this masculine figure, letting out a resounding cheer. “Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!” the crowd roared out, which brought a smile to the man’s face as he paced off down the stairs and out of view. He was one of their own… but what was Jackie Fowler doing here?

Helena Noir:
Did you know?

The voice of the former MWE Intercontinental Champion and Academy Coach Helena Noir caaught Gianluigi Vaccaro by surprise as he was walking the hallways of the O2 Arena. Gian didn't lose his composure, nor he seemed to surprised by Helena's visit. And more importantly, he appeared to know exactly what she was talking about.

Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Of course. Lady spoke to me about the issue before recording her message.

Helena Noir:
Hmm. I thought the whole point was that every student was assigned to a team, so that Team Leaders could help them find their way into the business.

Gianluigi nodded.

Gianluigi Vaccaro:
You are correct. And while, like Lady Magdalena said, Reign is currently without a team, that's a situation that won't last long. We'll find a new team for Reign, either with you or she will go back to Kayla's team. But since you're here, I take you're interested in taking her under your wing for the rest of the year.

Helena Noir:
Yoou know me, I love a challenge.

Helena said with a half smile.

Helena Noir:
Does that mean I'll have six students on my team from now on?

Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I believe we should keep the teams balanced. One of your students will be traded to Team Strike. Or to Team Jones, with one of Kayla's kids moving under Lady. I trust you and the other Team Leaders to sort this out.

Helena thought briefly over it before speaking again.

Helena Noir:
I'll have to talk with my students and with Magdalena. But I have an idea that may work for all parts involved.

Gianluigi Vaccaro:
That's good. Did you have anythiing else you wanted to talk about.

Helena Noir:
Not reaally. Enjoy the rest of the night, Gian.

Gianluigi Vaccaro:
You too, Helena.

MWE Intecontinental Championship Match
Triple Threat Match

The match started with Sophie knocking Melody down with a discus clothesline and immediately taking on Kenzie with a flurry of right hands. Garrett returned fire but the defending champion was the one coming out on top of this first exchange. No time to rest or gloat for O’Brian who got taken down by Melody with a headscissors. Kenzie tried to attack the Villainess but a pump kick put her back on the ground. Lennox went for a standing moonsault, obtaining a count of one before Ken kicked out.
Kenzie and Melody had a common enemy in Sophie, who they felt robbed them of the belt (in Garrtt’s case) and a year of their life. Seeing them ganging up on the champion was not that unexpected, but alliances like this, especially when the stakes are this high, are not meant to last. As soon as they managed to send O’Brian out of the ring with stereo superkicks, Kenzie hit Lennox with another superkick, sending her tumbling over the top rope. The Soulknife wasted no time and sprinted to the opposite side of the ring, ready to hit the champion with a baseball slide. Quick thinking by the Northern Irish who pulled the ring skirt trapping Kenzie between that and the apron. She only was able to land a couple of chops before she had to turn around to deal with the returning Melody. An overhead belly-to-belly suplex sent Lennox flying into the other challenger, allowing O’Brian to kill two birds with one stone.
Back in the ring, O’Brian was maintaining control, keeping Melody in the corner with chops and choking her out with her boot. Kenzie grabbed the champion’s wrist and forced her to turn around, trying to catch her off guard with a quick cradle. The veteran kicked out in two but before she could even get back to her feet, Garrett leveled her with a shining wizard. The opportunistic VIP of MWE tried to steal the kill from her, flooring Kenzie with a clothesline to the back of the head and making the cover on Sophie. But that wasn’t enough to get her the three count, so she opted for a standing moonsault double knee drop. Not even this attempt was successful due to Kenzie’s prompt intervention.
While Lennox recovered from the Death Of Wisdom on the apron, Sophie and Kenzie went at it, trading strikes until O’Brian hit a high knee and a Russian leg sweep for a two count. As soon as Garrett raised her shoulder, the Intercontinental champion put her right into a Fujiwara armbar but Kenzie escaped before any real damage could be done. Sophie kept the pressure and went for the Ode To Braddock but once again the Soulkinfe had her scouted and escaped the finisher, moving behind Sophie’s back and hitting her with a backbreaker/flatliner combo for a two.
Suplexes for all. The Geek Gladiator took control of the match with an impressive sequence of throws on both opponents. Half-and-half, German, belly-to-belly, exploder… Her full arsenal was on display tonight, showing not only great technique but a good dose of strength too, as well as resilience. It definitely took a lot out of her but now she had a good chance to get the title back. She tried to get the three with her Pinball Wizard on Lennox, but Sophie wasn’t ready to leave her title just yet.
O’Brian took a different path toward the win. First of all she needed to get rif of Melody, quickly taking the fight on the outside and where she dropped the Small But Mighty stomach first on the barricade with a suplex, leaving her dangling, helpless against her running big boot to the head. This should give her enough time to work on Kenzie’s back and neck, both with strikes and submissions. The plan was obvious, laying down the groundwork for the Wisdom (Muta Lock). When she finally put the opponent in the excruciating submission, her efforts seemed to be paying off as Garrett looked on the verge of tapping out. But then came Melody with an elbow drop to break O’Brian’s bridge and save the match.
Leave it up to Melody to accelerate the pace and turn the spectacularity to 11. The fact that we were inching closer to the twenty minute mark made the sudden burst of energy that allowed her to take control even more impressive. Sophie got knocked down by a diving double foot stomp to the back of the head after Melody got in position with her Thread And Needle running crossbody in the corner. Lennox then dodged Kenzie’s attack with a one hand cartwheel evasion and hit her with the superkick that sent her into the empty corner. She then lifted the opponent, sitting her on the top rope and connected the spectacular Siren Song (Lo Mein Pain). As Lennox went to make the cover, she found herself in front of a smirking Sophie. A familiar scene for Mellie who knew exactly what would come next, the Scorched Earth. Instinctively, she raised her hands to protect her face from the fireball, but that was not what Sophie hit her with. The arms absorbed part of the impact, but O’Brian’s superkick still sent her tumbling over the top rope. That gave the champion enough time to reap on Melody’s hard work and pin Garrett to retain her Intercontinental championship.

WINNER: Sophie O’Brian (STILL MWE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION)
BY: Pinfall (Siren Song), 19:59

Seth Iser:
No count outs…

You hear the voice of Seth Iser’s linger on as he spews those three words with an almost quizzical tone, as if the old man has been pondering this for his own amusement. He has changed into his wrestling attire at this point and there is a slight tweak in this, a silver base with the black being the support rather than the other way around. The one truly familiar thing is the gleam of his bulky black knee brace always remains.

Seth Iser:
You seemed more intent on fighting for that draw when you pulled that little stunt on the announce table, young Savell. Or rather…some view it more as a plan to make sure I might not have intervened in the main event…I think deep down Julian doesn’t truly want another chapter of the war we already fought. But you really didn’t have to do that…it really wasn’t my business then. Truly, it wasn’t. He had his briefcase…his right to choose what he wanted to do with it. Unless…well…unless you want to do something even your brother couldn’t do.

The veteran’s face remains contemplative as if he’s mulling something over, his left hand goes on his chin as he goes a little deeper in thought. There isn’t a particular malice to his tone as he’s just letting things out.

Seth Iser:
I have a long history of dealing with the Savells at this point…the Fall wasn’t even a thing yet when those wounds opened up for that family and myself. And Julian has returned to his old form partially thanks to butting heads with…me. That’s more in line with what I believe…but your family really should’ve told you more about me, Faith. How I’m really not the kind of person you want to have prolonged contact with as an enemy. I truly am not the kind of enemy you want. I was going to just let you go but at the very least now…you earned the right to play one of my little games. One that you helped mold the rules for yourself when you pulled that stunt on pay per view.

He maintains a stoic demeanor recounting all of this though a frown curls on his lips. As he’s just leaning with his back on the wall and his arms crossed, he just seems…calm. At least for the moment.

Seth Iser:
But you’re not your brother. No…you get more of your kicks in your cruelty in the ring considering what you like planning. Even more so since you had your own bout with injury. But as I keep saying…your damn footwork is a little too sloppy since your return. You don’t maximize your bloodline. But the Savells have never been one for words getting through unless it’s Julian getting off on his kicks by telling people like me to Roy Halladay myself you know…

The frown just goes a little bit tighter as he says that last sentence and it seems like the calmness he had is starting to pass a little bit. You’re starting to see the fire in his eyes just a little bit more.

Seth Iser:
But I have a little different problem than you, young Savell. A couple of them, actually. Nobody can reinvent their style and have the success they have more than I have…but considering how I am…I don’t have too many opportunities to fully cut loose. To demonstrate the full width of all of my capabilities both in what I used to do and in what I’ve learned the last few years. I was hoping…you’d push me to do that. It’s a selfish thought, sure…but it’s always been a selfish business and other then the Triumvirate…let’s say I’ve had a long history of being selfish. Considering your performance against Tiff, it’s inconclusive if you’re the one who can give me the true fight that tests…every aspect of me as a wrestler. Both the physical and the mental aspects…maybe you’re the one…but I’m not sure. Maybe Julian’s faction…could provide the right kind of peril to unlock those conditions. Maybe…

He’s got a smirk on his face when he thinks about the danger, looking a little more like his younger self with that kind of bloodknight like smirk as if he’s ready for a fight.

Seth Iser:
So play this game with me…see if you can get me to tap into the full arsenal I have. Pierce Manning got closer than anyone else here if you can believe it…in terms of drawing out that kind of fight from me. But even if you can’t bring it out of me…oh I’ll still have something fun in store for you. Something that’ll test your mind considering the little mess you put yourself in…with all the time in the world for me to execute it.

And then there’s the more familiar smile that comes across Seth’s face, it’s got a mixture of being both malevolent in intent and arrogant in it’s demeanor. He even lets a small chuckle escape from him, as if something or a thought of his amused him.

Seth Iser:
So I beg of you Faith…before I put you down…test me. Push me to that limit…even if it means I get to change you. Because quite frankly…I’ve been spoiling for that kind of mountain to climb for a while now…and Olly breaking my nose being the exception…I think I’m finally approaching a true clean bill of health. So come on young Savell…let’s see how you handle this little game of mine.

With that last statement, the veteran then walks off, still with that smile etched on his face.

We cut backstage to Faith Savell standing in front of the camera and she is staring daggers into it. It’s clear that she isn’t happy about the last few weeks, not at all. She finally takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before she nods.

Faith Savell:
Seth Iser. You have been the one thing in my way for months now. That double count out has left a disgusting taste in my mouth. One that I cannot simply wash out and move on from. No… I need to end this on my terms. I need to end you.

Faith’s eyes were cold and calculated as she uttered each word.

Faith Savell:
You think that we’re playing on your terms and that you have some kind of advantage here. But you don’t and you never did. You can have all the experience and whatever sage bullshit wisdom you spew out of your mouth every week… It doesn’t change the fact that you’re old and washed up. Your glory days? They are over and you need to be put down like the old, dying dog that you are.

She stepped closer to the camera, her eyes becoming icier than before.

Faith Savell:
So many people have claimed that they were going to finish the job with you but you keep on coming back, like an annoying little roach that can survive a nuclear blast. You survived my older brother. You survived Pierce. Megan ran off before she could finish the job with you. Hell, you survived Blyss Lockhart years ago. But me? You can’t survive me. You won’t have the last laugh with me.

Faith slowly shook her head.

Faith Savell:
And I think that deep down? You know that. You know that I’m the one to put you down. I’m the one to break you. Because I’m more ruthless than any of those names that I listed. I’m not afraid to break anyone who gets in my way. As much as my dear brother attempts to act cold hearted, deep down? He has a semblance of a heart. But mine? It’s as cold as ice. That is what not only makes me the most dangerous person on the MWE roster but the most cold and calculated as well. There’s a reason they call me The Masterclass. It’s because nobody here can outclass me. Not in the ring, out of the ring, or anywhere. Simply put? I’m the best and just coming into my prime. But you Seth? Your run ends now. And it doesn’t matter where this match takes us. We could end up at Buckingham Palace for this match for all I care and I could drop you in front of King Philip. It doesn’t matter where we go. All that matters is that your shoulders will stay down, not just for the three count, but for the night.

She leaned down, to where the camera could only see her face.

Faith Savell:
I’m going to leave you battered, bloodied and broken. I promise.

Faith coldly looked into the camera for a few more seconds to let her statement sink in before she walked away and the scene cut away.

Singles Match
No Count Outs

Faith Savell VS Seth Iser

Second round of a clash of generations. Their first encounter back at On Thin Ice ended in a draw when neither of them could answer the ten count after Faiths’ Savell Splash 2.0 through the table. That was the reason why the stipulation was added to tonight’s bout. No matter what, we will have a winner. The start of the match was a carbon copy of their first encounter, with the two of them locking up and the veteran using his size advantage to pin the younger opponent into the corner. He let her go, she charged in, he kicked her knee and planted her on her head with a snap DDT. Wasting no time, he picked her up and put her in a side headlock, shaking his head and manifesting his disappointment in seeing that she didn’t learn the lesson from almost two months ago. This was when the script changed, as Savelll stomped on her feet and swung her elbow into his midsection, breaking out of the hold. She quickly delivered an enziguri kick that would have knocked down any other man on the MWE roster, but not Seth. She waited a moment, expecting him to flop forward in his usual fashion but when it became clear that he wasn’t that dazed, she jumped in the air and connected a picture perfect dropkick to his face finally taking the big man down.
The analogies with their first match didn’t stop there as Faith seemed to be walking the same path she did in February, trying to cut off the flux of oxygen to his brain by wrapping her legs around his neck after taking him down with a basement dropkick followed by a DDT. Just like he did back then, Seth rolled to the side so that Faith’s shoulders were touching the canvas, but rather than going for a pinning predicament, he only used the position to get some leverage and lift the Valedictorian over his head before bringing her down on the mat with a thunderous powerbomb. This time, he did try to pin her but only got a count of two out of it.
It was only a matter of time before the veteran dragged the fight out of the boundaries of the ring. There, he could maximize the damage he would do to the Academy graduate, whether that was by tossing her repeatedly into the barricade or simply by dropping her on the concrete floor after keeping her upside down for several seconds at the end of a delayed suplex. Faith went for the veteran’s eyes in an attempt to get back in the ring but he recovered in time to catch her as she was sliding back under the ropes. He dragged her and went for a German suplex right away, but Savell used her agility to land on her feet, And when Iser turned around, she was already on her way to hit him with a shotgun dropkick that shoved him into the edge of the ring. Seth fell to his knee, arching his back in pain. Faith doubled down with a running DDT on the floor.
They both were looking to make the best of the stipulation, continuing to fight outside the ring. Seth hit the opponent with a backfist and tried to make it back between the ropes but Faith caught him and slammed his head on the apron. Dazed, Seth stumbled against the steel post where he got hit by a couple of chops by the Valedictorian, who then switched to kicks to the chest. They proved to be quite effective, knocking the air out of Iser, but quite dangerous at the same time as well. All it took was a telegraphed kick for Seth to move out of the way and watch Faith’s foot colliding against the cold steel, eliciting a groan of pain from the best student of the first year of the Academy.
While Faith was dealing with the pain in her foot, Seth slid back inside the ring to regroup. She eventually pushed through and entered the squared circle again, only to watch Seth leaving it from the opposite side. She set off in a pursuit and, under normal circumstances, she would have easily reached the slower Seth, but that right foot she just smashed against the ring post was making this all the more difficult. Iser watched as Faith limped behind him, seemingly enjoying the grimace of pain on her face every time she put the foot down, or at least having devious thoughts about that. He played this game of cat and mouse until Savell was forced to take a break, stopping in the middle of the ring and slamming her fist on the canvas in frustration. That was when he turned around and headed back in the ring, kicking the kneeling Faith on the head. He then went for the foot, grabbing and twisting it as he put the former Cloud Gate champion in an ankle lock. Faith cried out in pain and immediately began to scratch and claw at the canvas, trying to reach the ropes before the pain became too much to withstand.
The match had taken the worst possible turn for the Masterclass. All the plans she had made, her strategy to use her speed to stay out of Seth’s reach and possibly wear him out, the unpredictability her aerial assaults provided, all those options were no longer on the table. She was stuck in a wrestling nightmare having to go strike for strike with someone twice her size, grappling with one of the very best to ever do it. Sure, she could try some of her tricks, but then again Seth had years of experience under his belt and had proven time and time again that he knew all the tricks in the book, possibly he even contributed to write a chapter or two. But Faith was too proud to just give up, too stubborn to quit despite the excruciating pain shooting from that injured foot. And more importantly, in case anyone had forgotten, she was extremely talented. Even with her back quite literally on the ropes, she kept on fighting, using her good foot to kick Seth’s kneecap. The left one, obviously. The same knee that had bothered the veteran through most of his career, sign that the student had done her homework. Seth’s leg buckled under her shot and the veteran fell forward, hanging on the middle rope. Faith bit the bullet and sprinted to the opposite side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes and coming back at full speed to jump on the veteran’s back. She put more pressure on his neck and trachea by pushing his head down with all her weight, at least until the referee counted to four and threatened to disqualify her if she didn’t let go.
The battle had been raging on for 20+ minutes and both competitors were starting to feel the strain. It’s been a very demanding match, both physically and mentally. A true game of chess, especially after Faith’s injury forced the Valedictorian to change strategy and opt for a more conservative style. Something she wasn’t used to but, paradoxically, something Seth wasn’t prepared for either. Sure, the closest calls came from Seth’s moves, namely the Pillar Of Truth, the Icebreaker and a running big boot to the face that almost kicked the Valedictorian’s head into the first row of the O2 Arena, but Savell had a couple of clear chances as well with her Faith No More (Inverted DDT) and a lefty Chosen Kick, but the Mauler Of Morgantown stayed alive. After a brief trip on the outside, Seth tried to get back in the ring but Faith stopped him on the apron. They began to fight on that small portion of the ring, a precarious and dangerous spot especially for Faith. But the Masterclass surprised the opponent with a thumb to the eye and quickly grabbed him by the hair to drag his face across the top rope. Now momentarily blinded, the veteran literally couldn’t see what was coming next. Faith dropped him on his head with a snap DDT then proceeded to curb stomp him on the apron. The giant was down and out, all Savell had to do was pushing him back in the ring, wisely putting enough distance between him and the rope so that he couldn’t get his foot on it, and make the cover to score, perhaps, the biggest win in her career.

WINNER: Faith Savell
BY: Pinfall (Lost Your Faith) 25:44

The scene cuts backstage to Walker and Jasper King next to each other with Walker jumping up and down, getting hyped.

WALKER:
This is it, boy! This is our moment that we earned.

Walker paused and grinned before pointing at Jasper.

WALKER:
Well, I mean it’s what you earned. You held onto this all year and now we are going to use your shot that was guaranteed from the Academy and shit. And we ain’t just giving Fatulous and Bad & Boobies a chance to walk away with the gold. This is a Tables Ladders & Chairs match and it’s right up my alley. I know you’re scared of heights, big man, but don’t you fuckin’ worry. You knock all those hoes out and your little bruh Walker is gonna walk up that ladder and come away with them belts. You remember the plan, right?

Jasper nodded his head.

Jasper King:
Of course I do, bro! I will...

Before the naive country boy could speak and potentially spoil the plan, Walker put his hand over the mouth, giving him a stern look. King once again nodded his head.

Jasper King:
Right, that sneaky cameraman is here and we don't want the twins and Fabulous to hear how we're going to beat them. But trust me, we will. This is our night, we're going to go out there, kick some ass, you climb the ladder and get us the titles. Then we can go eat some fish and chips!

Walker doesn't seem too pleased with the last part of the plan, but he didn't want to shut down his partner's enthusiasm. He gave him a pat on the back instead.

WALKER:
That's the plan. Let's fucking go!

And with that said, the duo walked to their match.

We cut to the backstage area of the O2 Arena. There we find MWE roving reporter and journalist Camille Bellamy. She is in the middle of an absolutely Fabulous sandwich. Get it? To Camille’s right stands Summer Collins and to Camille’s left stands “The Archangel” Jessica Lasiewicz. Both are dressed in their tri-colored royal blue black and white cheerleader uniforms. Both have their MWE World Tag Team Championship title belts with them wrapped around their waists.

Camille Bellamy:
Ladies and gentlemen I am here backstage with the reigning MWE World Tag Team Champions who, later tonight, put those titles on the line in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match. Ladies, your reign certainly did not begin the way you had hoped but tonight is your chance at redemption and to prove that this second reign as champions was no fluke.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
Fuks? Mówisz poważnie?

Bellamy looks on rather puzzled. Collins chuckles softly.

Summer Collins:
I think my partner took offense to you saying our becoming tag team champions as a fluke. Quite honestly, Camille, I can see why she would take offense. Do you make that statement just because her half-sister booked the match? We were up against four or five other teams so it wasn’t like we had any advantage. And we damn sure didn’t have it easy because it was barbed wire massacre. I still have scars from that match, so does Jess, and we will forever remember that bloodbath. But at the end of the day we did what we always do, we persevered, we survived, we thrived, and we became MWE World Tag Team Champions for a second time. Now you want to paint tonight as a chance for our redemption? That’s one way of putting it. But I would paint a different way. This is our chance to kick some cheap bitches to the curb once and for all.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
Bad & Boujee are just run of the mill, edgy mean girls who think they’re being hip and trendy. Girls like them are a dime a dozen. They’re not unique. They’re not different. Their little routine has been done before, and not just in other promotions…but here in MWE. Need I remind everyone how my half-sister Kimberly and her identical twin, my other half-sister Marie, gave Nightfall Rising all kinds of grief in the Wasley on the Pole Match a couple years ago? People have been pulling that trick long before you two came along. You’re just cheap. Cheap in that you can’t come up with anything original.

Summer Collins:
But if we want to talk about cheap then we have to start with Walker and Jasper King. Interfering in a title match, leading to a no contest, beating up two teams who had already been fatigued and worn out from a war? Now that’s cheap. If you wanted a shot all you had to do was ask and we would have been glad to give it to you. But you had to use the cheap way. That’s fine with us because tonight, Anarchy in the UK, Fabulous will settle ALL scores once and for all. Walker and Jasper will get their title shot and they will fail.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
Bad & Boujee will no longer have the twin switch advantage to help them, because there are no tags, everyone and everything is legal, so there will be no excuses, and they will have no choice but to sit in the back of the line when we beat them again to retain our MWE World Tag Team Championship.

Summer Collins:
And if anyone doubts whether or not we can get the job done tonight, just look at how we won these in the first place…Barbed Wire Mayhem…we beat multiple opponents. Tonight in London will be a walk in the park compared to that. We will emerge victorious, still tag team champions, and we will be absolutely FABULOUS!

MWE Tag Team Championship Match
Tables, Ladders & Chairs

While taking their destiny in their own hands can be seen as something commendable and bold, attacking the champions and challengers during a heated rematch may not have been the best course of actions Walker and Jasper could have chosen. Now both Bad & Boujee and Fabulous were blaming them, either for costing them the titles or for tainting their defense and making it so that their rivals had another shot. Either way, the two former students now had to deal with the consequences of their actions. The twins focused on Walker while Jessica and Summer went to deal with the King Of Pumpkins. The early bird got the worm as Aliyah and Annica definitely had it easier with the Bamboozler, trapping him in the corner where they could teach him why he shouldn’t get involved in other people’s business. As for the champion, they couldn’t get the best of the powerhouse, not so early in the match and not when he was in “Beast Mode”. He barely flinched as they attacked him, making it look like they were hitting a brick wall. When he had the opportunity, he struck back with heavy fists, knocking the champions on their ass. They came back for more and managed to double him over with knee strikes to the stomach but their double suplex attempt was an absolute disaster as they were the ones who got lifted in the air and slammed on the canvas by the Academy graduate. Jasper then went to help his partner, grabbing Aliyah by the shoulders and throwing her halfway across the ring and powerbombing Annica without breaking a sweat.
Walker left his partner alone in the ring dealing with the four opponents. A little too much even for Jasper, who soon got overwhelmed by the combined attacks from Fabulous and Bad & Boujee. Then Walker came back, and he came back with a vengeance. And a perfectly legal chair. He smacked it on Aliyah’s back, then drove it into Annica’s mid section, doubling her over and finishing her with a wicked shot to the head. Jessica was able to disarm him and throw the chair away, but a moment later she was staring at the ceiling right next to his partner, courtesy of a massive spear from King. Walker looked at the twins lying outside the ring and the champions rolling in pain on the canvas. A smirk appeared on his face as he told his partner to get him a ladder. Jasper promptly obeyed and pushed the ladder in. Walker set it up and started to climb it, leaving his partner with the duty of preventing the opponents from blocking his ascent. Could this be it? Were we witnessing the titles changing hands? Not so fast.. While King was dealing with Annica, her sister hit him from behind with a springboard dropkick that sent the big guy head first into the ladder, accidentally knocking his own partner down when he was so close to the titles that he could almost touch them.
The Stronk Boy was undoubtedly the biggest threat in this match. Both the champions and the former champions realized that and their priority became to take out the big guy. Easier to be said than done as Jasper could truly take a lot of punishment. But the scariest part was not how much he could take, but the amount of punishment he could dish out, even with a single punch. He hit hard, and Annica could confirm that when a big right hand to the chest left her breathless. Fabulous wasn’t going to take any chances and, armed with a chair each, hit the big guy with the con-chair-to. That would do it, at least for now.
Aliyah and Jessica were trading strikes on top of the ladder, Annica was lying down after getting hit with a superkick from Walker who then got knocked out of the ring by Summer with a clothesline. Collins went to help her partner, trying to reach Greene and drag her down to clear the way to the titles for her partner but Jasper blocked her attempt. She used her speed to dodge his strikes, but eventually he was able to catch her with a right hand that left her stunned. Walker quickly set up a table outside the ring and told his partner to powerbomb the tag team champion through it. Jasper promptly executed before turning his attention, as Walker suggested, on the battle that was happening in the sky. As if he only now realized that Jessica and Aliyah were literally one punch away from winning the match, King decided to end the stalemate by pushing the ladder and watching the two fall and crash on the mat. Walker introduced another table in the ring and told his partner to put Annica on it as he climbed to the top rope. The Cottonmouth Champ then jumped onto her with his I’m A Peacock Captain, You Gotta Let Me Fly frog splash, apparently injuring himself in the process as a fragment of the crushed table pierced in his arm.
Jasper was the only one standing, and he had the unique opportunity to climb the ladder undisturbed and retrieve the gold. The crowd was chanting his name, despite Walker’s bad influence the King Of Pumpkins was still a fan favorite. But Jasper didn’t move, looking at the titles hanging above the ring and at the ladder perfectly set up under them. Little known fact about the big guy, he was scared of heights. He helped his partner up to his feet and reminded him of his problem with ladders, but Walker didn’t seem able to make the climb. That right arm was hanging limp and bloodied from the side of his body, the deep cut and the consequent blood loss left him weakened. Always creative, the Bamboozler still came up with a plan asking Jasper to lift him on his shoulders and climb “just a couple of steps”. That should give him enough height to reach for the belts and hopefully unhooking them even with one hand.
The “couple of steps” actually were more than that. Not that high from the ground, but still enough to trigger that innate fear in Jasper and make him hesitate. Walker tried to reach the titles, but he still missed a couple of inches. He tried to get his partner to climb a little higher but you could see that Jasper was terrified, constantly casting his eyes down to the floor. It didn’t help that Aliyah and Annica were back into the mix, hitting the King Of Pumpkins with some strikes to the sides before pushing him and Walker off the ladder.
The two students crashed on the floor below while the twins began their ascent, each one of them taking one side of the ladder. Jessica and Summer returned in the ring with a second ladder they set up next to the Bad & Boujee’s one. They quickly reached Aliyah and Annica, the four of them trading strikes atop of the ladder.Summer got knocked down a couple of steps by a throat strike from Annica. Jessica, who was standing on the other ladder right next to Annica, grabbed the twin by the hair and pulled hard, causing the twin to fall down. Alyiah quickly avenged her, grabbing Lasiewicz’ head and smashing it on the steel steps before pushing her down. The fate of the MWE Tag Team championship was hanging in the balance as Collins and Greene were fighting for the coveted prize. Standing one next to the other, they traded a few strikes. Right when it seemed like Aliyah was about to get the upper hand and win back the titles for her team, Summer used her foot to push down the ladder and crush her dreams. Being now the only one standing, she reached for the belts and retrieved them.

WINNER: Fabulous (STILL MWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS)
BY: Title Retrieval, 14:33

The locker room was full of the originals. The guys that this company was built on the backs of. You could see random suitcases tucked inside of the wooden lockers around the outer edge of the room. As the camera pans back there was sightings of Javen, Andrew Raynes, Alan Envy, Redd, and a few others.

Duke Andrews:
I said a few weeks ago that I was going to cut the head off the snake. And every person here believes that’s going to happen.

A brief pause by Michigan’s Favorite Son. Who at this point normally would have been booed off the screen by the crowd in the stands. He was already dressed and ready for the Main Event of the evening. Sporting new gear that consisted of white long trunks, red and white designs including the Betsy Ross design across the back and right leg. A sleeveless shirt that was black in color, but still sported the War A.P.E. Logo on the chest.

Duke Andrews:
Every single one of you in this room has had a battle or two with me. I believe in each of you as much as i know that you believe in what this greater cause is. Tonight is about one thing and one thing only, and that’s proving Grace’s spending spree and bringing the cancer of #thedivision into this company was a mistake.

Duke cleared his throat as he walked slowly around the room.

Duke Andrews:
Alan, Redd. You two know where this comes from. Three of us created our own hell on this locker room years ago and we are watching nothing more than a trailer park rip-off running roughshod on what we have built. What all of us have built.

Duke circled his arm around the room. Including the rest into this.

Duke Andrews:
I’m going to make myself clear, I’m not asking, but I’m demanding that not a soul comes to that ring tonight. I know that the cocksuckers will be lying in wait, but no one comes down there.

There was a different passion coming from his voice as he looked directly at Redd and Alan.

Duke Andrews:
You two especially. You know i love you two, but you are not to come down and interject in what is going to happen. Understand?

Redd nods his head as Alan gives him a positive gesture.

Duke Andrews:
Simon, it’s been two decades on the road. Last week you tossed me a bone and I’ll forever be indebted for that. Forever you know I’ll have your back, forever I’ll be on your team. Take care of Paula tonight and then we will talk.

Duke turned and nodded at Raynes.

Duke Andrews:
Tomorrow you get your shot. Tomorrow you can carve Oliver up and down all over that ring. The problem with this group is that they’re going to expect us to band together in numbers. The problem with that thought is that every time they jump, one is missing. The cult leader is never around. And that’s the head we need to cut off. This week, we take the body parts away from the snake. This week, we put them out of their misery and continue to move on.

Knowing the camera was focused on him as he turned and looked directly in the camera.

Duke Andrews:
That includes you Jack. The outlaw of the group. The cocaine cowboy…

Duke paused as he finally cracked a smirk.

Duke Andrews:
Listen, Stan, you ain’t shit at the end of the day. You’ve been bitching and moaning for the last week about your nut. Ask yourself if you’ve seen the bigger picture? Ask yourself if you’ve realized why…

Duke grabbed one of the chairs and flipped it open before taking a seat. Staring at the camera.

Duke Andrews:
I’ve spent the last two decades in this business and you don’t think I’ve learned a thing or two? I got your bitch-ass so worked up and you fell right into my palm. You fell into secluding yourself from the rest of the prison gang you hang out with. The odds are even now, Jackie-boy. I got you hooked right where I wanted you and now there is no excuse. And then, once I finish the job tonight, I take the last thing that means anything to you. I take that Grand Championship and I burn it. I take what you hold so dearly and smash it before your eyes because it means less than dog shit to me.

Dukes breathing picked up as he leaned forward. Resting his elbows against his thighs.

Duke Andrews:
You act tough because you got busted slinging dope and did time in the cell for it. That doesn’t make you tough, that makes you a dumb piece of trash. You can’t even sell coke without getting locked up, how do you figure you can manage the high stakes of being the man? How do you figure you can handle being pulled in every direction because you’re the man. You can’t. And your little tough guy schtick, it’s worn thin, overused, and a little outdated. Wrestling 101 heels and baby faces. You act like a heel, like the tough guy who gives not one ounce of shit. Yet it secretly eats your ass alive at night that people only view you as Julian’s bag boy. I don’t see you in that light though. I really don’t.

Duke runs his hand over his head as he leaned down for a moment.

Duke Andrews:
I know that job is taken by Olly. I know all that he’s good for. You on the other hand, you’re going to go down as a footnote in history. A guy that had all the tools, but the brain wasn’t there. I’ll admit it. Jack hits like a god damn mule. Hard shots. Smart in the ring with his execution. But can’t do it without having someone pull his strings. And you don’t think Julian doesn’t know that? He’s got no fear in you ever turning on him because you can’t do it on your own. And for that, you’ve played yourself as nothing more than a piece of property for our champion. You’re disposable, kid. And then, you want to get mean. You want to cover up your faults. Your insecurities get pushed to the side. Yet they don’t disappear do they?

Another shake of the head. A long exhale comes from his lips as he stares back into the camera.

Duke Andrews:
I know this because I was once in your spot. I didn’t know how to handle it. I was always the second fiddle. Until I snapped and took out Constantine. No one believed it could happen. No one believed it would ever come to fruition. And then I did it. And my stock has been on the rise ever since. And some day maybe Jackie-Boy can have the same success. But right now, tonight, that can’t happen. And this is where the promo turns into a burial. Wrestling 101.

Duke once again leaned forward, crossing his hands together.

Duke Andrews:
I’ve already demanded that everyone stays in the back tonight. There is no need for people to get involved that don’t need to. You know this. I’ve been telling the world this for the last week. I don’t need anyone to help me beat you. You aren’t on my level. You never have been. That’s why I don’t see you as anything more than a pawn in this game to take out Julian. And tonight that begins. Tonight I finish the job and get you out of the way. Come prepared. I’m begging you to come prepared. Because if it’s anything like Riot was, it’ll be a disappointment. When I can carve your ugly ass face open and do it with a smile on my face within the rules, what in the fuck do you expect to happen?

A long exhale left Dukes lips as he once again looked up into the camera.

Duke Andrews:
Many men have tried to put me down and none have done that. You are not special. You won’t be the first. I’ll see you soon.

We cut to the back where a camera has been set up outside of The Division’s locker room. Rylee Robinson is seen standing in frame, microphone in hand, and as the feed starts rolling she gives the camera lens an award-winning smile and begins to speak.

Rylee Robinson:
What an incredible night of action so far! The O2 arena is ROCKING after that last match, and this crowd is only going to get more raucous as we draw closer to our main event of the evening.

Rylee looks over her shoulder at the sign on the locker room door, and then back at the camera as she continues.

Rylee Robinson:
Speaking of the main event! I’m guessing that you’re all probably wondering why I’d take the risk of being camped out here in front of The Division’s locker room right now, right? Believe me, I’m asking myself the same thing in the back of my mind but you know I’ll do whatever I can to get the tea for you guys so here we are!

She gives a bit of a nervous laugh and continues.

Rylee Robinson:
I’m here because it was reported that Jack Graves has just arrived after experiencing numerous delays on a long overnight flight from Las Vegas where he suffered a crushing loss at the hands of Chris Night at House of Wrestling’s Metaverse event. Witnesses say he looked “worse for wear” as he entered the building, and that he should be headed this way as we speak. Now, I know he’s sure to be in one heck of a bad mood but hopefully, we can ask him a few quick questions without him taking that out on us!

She doesn’t look hopeful at all.

It’s at this moment that Graves rounds the corner and the camera pans to get a shot of him. He looks “worse for wear” indeed. He’s not dressed in his usual flashy western button-ups and alligator boots, but instead wears a black Nike sweatsuit with the hood pulled up and sunglasses covering a gnarly black eye. There’s a slight visible limp as he makes his way toward them, and he drops his duffle bag at Rylee’s feet to stare her down.

Jack Graves:
What?

Rylee swallows hard and looks up at Jack like a deer in headlights. She’s frozen for a moment, not sure if she should ask for an interview or run away… but come on now! It’s Rylee Robinson! One of the best interviewers in the game! She stands her ground, reluctantly, and gives him an innocent smile.

Rylee Robinson:
I know you had a rough night, and all you want to do is get dressed for your match and rest. I just had a few questions for you and then I promise I’ll get out of your hai–

She stops in her tracks and Jack arches an eyebrow.

Rylee Robinson:
I’ll leave you alone. Just a few questions and I’ll leave you alone.

She corrects herself, and there is a tense moment as she waits on how Jack will react. There’s a twitch at the corner of his mouth as if he might smile, but it quickly dissipates and he answers her with an exasperated sigh.

Jack Graves:
Fine. Get on with it.

Jack leans back against the wall and pulls out an Elevated vape cartridge to take a few puffs as Rylee settles in beside him with the microphone.

Rylee Robinson:
Thanks, Jack. First and foremost, I’m not going to ask how you’re feeling because that’s obvious. We aren’t even going to talk about your match last night or your journey here to the UK afterward either because that’s sure to still be a sore subject. Let’s talk about Duke and the Main Event tonight instead. That’s what we’re here for after all, right? The last time the two of you faced, it didn’t really go your way either. Many agree that you were winning and had that match firmly in your grasp when he hit you with a low blow and turned the tide. Despite the loss, did you learn anything from that match that might help you tonight in the rematch? Also are you concerned at all about Duke pulling some shenanigans like that again with the title on the line this time?

Jack’s expression doesn’t change. He stays stoic as he removes his sunglasses and turns to Rylee to answer her questions.

Jack Graves:
Am I concerned? No. Not in the least bit. Because I learned all that I needed to learn the last time we faced each other. I know what I need to do in order to come out on the winning end this go around. That’s what a real superstar does. You either win, or you learn, and I mean let’s be honest Rylee, I overlooked and underestimated both Duke Andrews and Chris Night and now I’m on a two-match skid because of that. One thing that is an undisputed fact about this business is that no one is invincible. Everyone has their night. Even the sun shines on a dog’s ass every now and then, and it was no different when Duke and I faced off last time. He got lucky. That wasn’t skill. It was desperation. He knew that he was beaten and he did what he did to survive. But he won’t survive tonight. Because the stakes are higher. This one is for my GEW Grand Championship. This one is for all the marbles. There are no rules to be broken, and there will be no excuses when one of us gets put down for the count. We’re locked in there in that cell with no help. No escape. Both of us will walk in there of our own volition, will but only one of us will be walking out and that’s going to be me.

Rylee nods and looks back at the camera.

Rylee Robinson:
Big words and bold claims from the champion. You don’t think that the war you went through last night will play a factor? Duke seems to be at full strength and ready to go and you look…
She pauses and decides not to mince words. Maybe a man like Jack would respect that.

Rylee Robinson:
You look like shit. No offense.

Jack shrugs.

Jack Graves:
I feel like shit. Not because of the soreness and the bruising, but because I feel like I let The Division down. I dropped the ball both times. Quite frankly, I’m not used to losing. It’s not a great feeling because I know that I’m better than that. On my best day I’m better than anyone in this business and on my worse day I’m still better than Duke Andrews. I’m still honestly not sure what happened. That was my match to win and then it slipped through the cracks. One thing I discovered early on in my career though was that you can’t get wrapped up in your head over losses. You have to toss them out, rip off the rearview mirror and keep driving forward. Because if you don’t a two-match skid will turn into a four-match skid, and then a six-match skid, and then before you know it you’re a tubby jobber like Clyde Eldon Jr. Tonight I’m going to put the last two matches behind me and I’m going to remind everyone who the fuck I am. THE GEW Grand Champion and one of the baddest motherfuckers walking gods green earth.

Rylee smiles and brings the microphone back to her lips.

Rylee Robinson:
So I guess I don’t have to ask if you’re happy that Maybelline Moss agreed to this title defense?

Jack scoffs and rolls his eyes.

Jack Graves:
Am I happy? I’m fuckin’ ELATED. I’ve taken this title and elevated it to a TRUE world championship status. I’ve defended it across multiple companies, throughout the entire world and tonight I’ll notch ANOTHER world title defense. Maybelline was hesitant to allow it to happen and I don’t blame her, to be honest, but she believes in me. She knows what this title means to me and she knows I am the true face of her company. She also knows wholeheartedly that I will bleed for this. I will lay down my life for this. So if Duke Andrews wants this belt? Hitting me in the balls won’t be enough. You’re going to have to fucking kill me.

Rylee Robinson:
I think I speak for everyone when I say that I am SUPER excited about this match. It’s going to be an absolute war and hopefully, neither of you die. Good lord. Other than that, I think that’s all I have. Did you have any last words for Duke Andrews before your match?

Jack’s stoicism finally breaks, and his lips twist into an amused smirk.

Jack Graves:
Do I have any words for Duke Andrews? Yeah. I do. Duke, you have no fucking IDEA what you’ve gotten yourself into. When you step into that cell, you’re stepping into MY world. There’s this song that goes “everyone’s an outlaw until it’s time to do outlaw shit.” and that’s never been more true when it comes to you You can wear ‘outlaw shit’ merch, and claim that you’re hard all you want but I actually live that life. I’ve been stabbed. I’ve been shot. I’ve been arrested more times than you can count on two hands so I’m right at home in a cell. Hell, I did 5 years in one. I’ve been beaten, I’ve been broken, I’ve had everything and I mean EVERYTHING taken from me… but I’m still here. I fought and clawed my way back for the darkest of depths. But you? You’re just not built like that. Your idea of being an “outlaw” is hitting someone in the balls to win. My idea of an outlaw is… well, in less than an hour I’m going to show you what a real outlaw is. Oh, and once I beat your ass like a Cherokee drum? I don’t want to ever see your soft ass wear that shirt again. I’ll see you soon motherfucker.

Reaching down, Jack scoops up his bag and unzips it to pull out his GEW Grand Championship. The gold plates glint in the light as he holds it up for the camera and he gives it a few pats as he looks into the lens as the scene fades.

GEW Grand Championship Match
Hell In A Cell

For the first time ever, the GEW Grand Championship was scheduled to be defended in a MWE ring. For the first time ever, the GEW Grand Championship was set to be defended in a promotion outside its usual “circuit” that includes MWCW, Liberty and Empire Pro, And with the controversy happened on the first match between these two one week ago, having Miss Moss to greenlight this match must have taken some effort from the Millennium General Manager Elsa McCarthy. But here we are, Duke Andrews and Jack Graves one on one inside the cell. You could tell by the look on their eyes that this wasn’t just about the gold. It was bigger than that, a hatred that goes much deeper, It was probably bigger than The Division and APE too, this seemed personal. The trash talk before the bell sounded only exacerbated the situation, raising the tension to the highest levels. Taking a page from his teammate Olly’s book, The NashVillain surprised the Epitome Of Perfection with a swift headbutt. Andrews stumbled back a couple of steps and immediately got leveled by a stiff clothesline from Jack.
Graves was quick to take the fight to the space between the ring and the cage, grabbing Duke by the neck and shoulder and yeeting him through the ropes. He introduced his face to the cell, grating his face across the steel. Duke got out of it relatively well, except for a light scratch on his cheek. Definitely nothing concerning for the Top Heel, now leaning against the unforgiving structure. Graves went for a straight punch to the face but the former MWE champion ducked the blow. Jack’s fist connected with the cage, dragging out a groan of pain from the Nashvillain. Like a predator smelling blood, Andrews bent the GEW Grand champion’s wrist, dragging him down to the floor. Ruthlessly, the Top Heel stepped on Jack’s hand and stomped it.
Fists were notoriously a big part of Graves’ offense and Duke had already taken that out. The injured hand also made it harder for Jack to grab hold of the opponent and hit his suplexes and power moves. That mistake, if we can call it that, gave the former MWE World champion a big advantage. And a veteran like him was not going to let the chance slide. Using the surrounding to punish the cowboy, whether that mean by driving him into the steel structure or throwing him into the apron with a powerbomb, Duke put himself in a great position to take the title from the member of The Division, but when he brought him back in the ring and attempted a pinfall, he remembered the lesson learned in their first encounter a week ago. Jack Graves just won’t stay down.
Not only he wasn’t staying down, but he fired back too. His left handed strikes, while not as hard as those he’d bring with his dominant hand, were still pretty effective, rocking the Epitome Of Perfection. Jack then sent him into the ropes with an Irish whip and caught him with his 110th Street Slam (spinebuster), from which Duke kicked out with ease. It’s gonna take a lot more to keep the former World champion down, and Jack was willing to go to any lengths to test Duke’s limits. With a clothesline he sent Andrews over the top rope and planted him on the apron with a ddt before throwing his limp body into the steel steps. The Outlaw picked up the top half of the steps and raised it over his head, looking to smash Andrews’ head with it. As he drove them down, Duke raised his legs to block the blow and at the same time pushed up, driving the steps in the opponent’s face.
Blood was dripping down Jack’s face, hindering his vision. He wiped it from his eyes, a moment too late to see Andrews charge toward him with a running big boot. Duke had a wide grin on his face, and how could you blame him? He had the opponent right where he wanted him, bloodied, battered and on his knees. Make no mistake though, Graves wasn’t begging for mercy. He was merely catching his breath, gathering his forces to make his comeback. Sure, he took a few kicks to the chest between then and the moment he could finally turn the tables, but when the opportunity presented itself, he was ready to strike. Duke dragged Jack toward the cell’s door and asked (not quite, more like he commanded) that the referee would open it.The sound of chains and locks opening was the signal for Jack to start his counteroffensive. He hit Duke with a forearm strike to the lower back causing him to arch it in pain. Graves then reached over Andrews’ shoulder with his hand and grabbed the door, closing it violently on Duke’s face. The impact caused him to fall back right into Jack’s arms, and the Nashvillain wasted no time to suplex him on the floor. Still stunned from the close encounter with the door, Duke leaned on the apron to push himself up. Jack wasn’t going to make it easy for him and pushed his head into the steel post. Again. And again. The former champion’s thick skull eventually cracked open, his face quickly turning into a crimson mask. The official standing out of the cell was tasked with ensuring that the door remained closed, and he was about to fulfill his duty when he suddenly had to run for his life. Jack Graves rammed his shoulder into Duke’s stomach and was pushing him at full speed toward the door that obviously got torn off the hinges under their combined weights and the force behind Jack’s spear.
The two fought outside the cell with the same intensity they did inside the unforgiving structure, using both the cage walls and the barricade to further hurt each other. But not even that open space was enough to contain the heat of their battle. After Duke sent his opponent over the barricade with a big boot, the fight continued among the fans, who seemed to appreciate watching two big, sweaty and bloodied men beating the crap up close. A few of them even got knocked over by the two competitors, who finally decided to come back to the less dangerous, at least for the fans, side of the barricade. Duke had just climbed over it after leaving Jack doubled over courtesy of a kick to the stomach, when Graves grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him down, causing him to hit the barricade with the back of the head.
And eventually, they got to fight on the roof. Duke and Jack knew this was most likely where they would have ended their battle from the moment the match was announced, the fans were hoping it’d come down to it. Hard to tell who goaded who into taking things to the next level, there was a moment when they just looked at each other, raised their eyes to the ceiling and began to climb the steel structure. Several times the roof came close to collapse under their blows, especially when the Michigan’s Favorite Son connected the Andrews Effect that obliterated the Nashvillain. Pinfalls could only happen in the ring and with the roof surviving all those impacts, there was only one way to get down.
Andrews dragged the opponent toward the edge of the cell, with the clear intention to throw him down below. It took him a while to get there, dragging the dead weight halfway across the floor wasn’t an easy feat especially at this point of the match. The fact that Graves had to be dragged by Andrews didn’t mean he was done fighting. More likely he was mustering the strength for his final stand. He hit Duke with a left punch to the gut. Not even a strong one, but the chain he had wrapped around his fist amplified the effect. That was the chain, complete with lock, that used to keep the cell’s door closed, Jack must have grabbed it on their way out and hid it to use it at the right moment. And that moment was now. He slowly stood up, looked at Duke with a wicked grin on his face and clocked him with the punch. Andrews stumbled back, falling off the edge. His quick reflexes allowed him to hang on the edge, but then Jack stepped on his fingers. The Top Heel groaned in pain, reaching with his other hand and grabbing the opponent’s leg. If he was going down, he’d make sure to take Jack with him. But the Nashvillain had other plans for the night, plans that didn’t involve falling from the top of the cell. He stepped away from Duke’s hand and used that same foot to kick his arm causing him to lose the grip on his leg. The second kick hit Andrews on the face and sent him flying off the cage.
The former MWE World champion crashed through the commentary table, and for a few, long moments, he didn't move. The referee went to check on him, the fact that he didn’t call for an immediate intervention of the EMTs made the fans breathe a collective sigh of relief. Graves took his time to slowly and safely climb down the cell’s wall and went to pick Duke up from the debris of the announcer’s table. Lifting him over his shoulder, the Nashvillain stepped back in the cage and made the cover. Andrews kicked out. Jack started laughing,his eyes glued on the tenacious opponent. He grabbed him by the throat and lifted him in the air before taking him down onto his knee for the Hangman’s Call. And this time, Duke stayed down.

WINNER: Jack Graves (STILL GEW GRAND CHAMPION)
BY: Pinfall (The Hangman’s Call)

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