Post by gvb on Jan 9, 2019 21:47:25 GMT -6
Millennium presents: Imperium
Live from Capital One Arena in Washington D.C.
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
The Capital One Arena in Washington is plunged in darkness. The slow intro of Machine Head's Imperium, the official theme song of the homonymous PPV starts playing from the loudspeakers, as flickering lights begin to dance to the matching the rhythm. But it's when the drums kick in and the sounds gets heavy that the lights pierce through the darkness, revealing a packed crowd of twenty thousand people who came from everywhere to withness this hystoric event. The pyrotechnic display was greater than usual, as one would expect from an event of such magnitude. The camera pans over the pumped up crowd, showing some handmade signs.
"RIP van Beek" "Yona grabbed my booty" "Jetpack4Ever" "Uncanny Champions" "Five Foot Cloud Gate Champion" "We want Olivia & Levi" "#SaveUsYang" "Luna can have my babies"
Finally the camera moves to the commentary booth, were Jared Idol and Bea Torres welcome the fans"
Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to...
Bea Torres:
IMPERIUUUUUUUM!!!!
Jared Idol:
Aye. Tonight it's an historic night. It's the biggest pay per view in history with
Bea Torres:
FIVE TITLES!
Jared Idol:
Five title on the line. We will in fact crown the first ever...
Bea Torres:
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!!!
Jared Idol:
I don't know what I find more annoying, if the fact that you keep interrupting me or that you're yelling in my ears.
Bea Torres:
I CAN'T HELP!! I'M EXCITED!!!
Jared Idol:
We all are. But now shut up, I've just been told that the General Manager Gianluigi Vaccaro has something to say.
Bea Torres:
RUDE!!!!
Jared Idol:
Who? Me or Gian?
Antonio Vivaldi's "La Tempesta Di Mare" blares out of the loudspeakers. Dressed in a fine grey suit, the general man steps out of the curtain and waves his hand to the fans, lingering longer than the usual on the entrance and looking back, almost as if he was waiting for someone. And there she comes, a blonde young and beautiful girl dreassed in a fancy peach dress with long transparent sleeves revealing a tattooed arm. She reaches Gian and the duo walks down the ramp, heading to the ring. He's the first one climbing the steps and offering her a hand to help her reaching him on the apron. He then sits on the middle rope to easen her way inside the ring, reaching her soon after.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
It's a true pleasure for us all to be here tonight in Washington for Imperium.
A roar of approval follows his words.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
As you all know, there's so much on the plate tonight I feel bad for taking your time. I know you can't wait to see some of the best talents in this industry tearing each other apart... But I wouldn't do it if it wasn't necessary. Cutting to the chase, let me introduce to you this gorgeous lady, a dear friend of mine.
They exchange a quick smile.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Her name is Yulia Kirilenko, daughter of a Russian tycoon. Now you have to know that Yulia, just like her father is a huge wrestling fan. After selling my family's company [R]evolution Pro earlier this summer, I flew back to Moscow with her, and we started talking about opening an European Promotion for GWA. As you all know, things took a sudden turn, personal reasons brought me back to the States and the project died there... Until miss van Beek gave me the opportunity to run Millennium. A month ago, seeing the ever growing success of this company, I made a call...
Yulia Kirilenko:
Jeez, you really love to hear your voice, don't you?
She pokes him with her elbow, chuckling lightly. The russian accent still clear in her voice, despite her attempts to mask it.
Yulia Kirilenko:
What Gian is trying to say is that we talked, and decided to open a second show under the Millennium banner. Ladies and gentlemen, it's my pleasure to bring you... RIOT!
The tron comes to life, flashing the new show's logo.
The unexpected news is welcomed by loud cheers and "Riot" chants. Yulia waits for them to die down before raising the mic back to her lips.
Yulia Kirilenko:
What is Riot? Well, for once it's not a B show. Sure, we don't expect to sell out twenty thousands people arenas right off the block, but we will get there. Riot is an opportunity for more talents to join the Millennium family. Riot is innovation, bringing in your houses some of the best action you're going to see, with young and estabilished talents fighting for two titles: The Riot championship and the Invictus championship, a title to be contested under hybrid fighting rules.
The satisfied and proud look on her face after the "Ooooooh" of surpise the crowd let out is a clear signal that she obtained the desired effect.
Yulia Kirilenko:
I got your curiosity, right? Well, tune in next Friday for the premiere of Riot, then!
She says winking at the camera. Gian gently pokes her arm to get her attention.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Oh, I almost forgot... Riot will not be airing on MENTV... If you want to catch it, all you have to do is to create your account for our streaming service and that's it.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
This will obviously affect my show as well. First and most importantly, the Millennium Championship will remain the company's main title, but it won't be an exclusive of my show anymore. Members of the Riot roster can step up and challenge the champion, and the same goes for the Tag Team Titles. The pay per view will then feature matches from both shows, and will be airing on Sundays.
He glances quickly at Yulia, checking if she wants to add anything. The young russian shakes her head.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
This is all for now, ladies and gentlemen. Enjoy the show.
The two GMs leave the ring as we cut to the next segment.
"RIP van Beek" "Yona grabbed my booty" "Jetpack4Ever" "Uncanny Champions" "Five Foot Cloud Gate Champion" "We want Olivia & Levi" "#SaveUsYang" "Luna can have my babies"
Finally the camera moves to the commentary booth, were Jared Idol and Bea Torres welcome the fans"
Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to...
Bea Torres:
IMPERIUUUUUUUM!!!!
Jared Idol:
Aye. Tonight it's an historic night. It's the biggest pay per view in history with
Bea Torres:
FIVE TITLES!
Jared Idol:
Five title on the line. We will in fact crown the first ever...
Bea Torres:
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!!!
Jared Idol:
I don't know what I find more annoying, if the fact that you keep interrupting me or that you're yelling in my ears.
Bea Torres:
I CAN'T HELP!! I'M EXCITED!!!
Jared Idol:
We all are. But now shut up, I've just been told that the General Manager Gianluigi Vaccaro has something to say.
Bea Torres:
RUDE!!!!
Jared Idol:
Who? Me or Gian?
Antonio Vivaldi's "La Tempesta Di Mare" blares out of the loudspeakers. Dressed in a fine grey suit, the general man steps out of the curtain and waves his hand to the fans, lingering longer than the usual on the entrance and looking back, almost as if he was waiting for someone. And there she comes, a blonde young and beautiful girl dreassed in a fancy peach dress with long transparent sleeves revealing a tattooed arm. She reaches Gian and the duo walks down the ramp, heading to the ring. He's the first one climbing the steps and offering her a hand to help her reaching him on the apron. He then sits on the middle rope to easen her way inside the ring, reaching her soon after.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
It's a true pleasure for us all to be here tonight in Washington for Imperium.
A roar of approval follows his words.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
As you all know, there's so much on the plate tonight I feel bad for taking your time. I know you can't wait to see some of the best talents in this industry tearing each other apart... But I wouldn't do it if it wasn't necessary. Cutting to the chase, let me introduce to you this gorgeous lady, a dear friend of mine.
They exchange a quick smile.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Her name is Yulia Kirilenko, daughter of a Russian tycoon. Now you have to know that Yulia, just like her father is a huge wrestling fan. After selling my family's company [R]evolution Pro earlier this summer, I flew back to Moscow with her, and we started talking about opening an European Promotion for GWA. As you all know, things took a sudden turn, personal reasons brought me back to the States and the project died there... Until miss van Beek gave me the opportunity to run Millennium. A month ago, seeing the ever growing success of this company, I made a call...
Yulia Kirilenko:
Jeez, you really love to hear your voice, don't you?
She pokes him with her elbow, chuckling lightly. The russian accent still clear in her voice, despite her attempts to mask it.
Yulia Kirilenko:
What Gian is trying to say is that we talked, and decided to open a second show under the Millennium banner. Ladies and gentlemen, it's my pleasure to bring you... RIOT!
The tron comes to life, flashing the new show's logo.
The unexpected news is welcomed by loud cheers and "Riot" chants. Yulia waits for them to die down before raising the mic back to her lips.
Yulia Kirilenko:
What is Riot? Well, for once it's not a B show. Sure, we don't expect to sell out twenty thousands people arenas right off the block, but we will get there. Riot is an opportunity for more talents to join the Millennium family. Riot is innovation, bringing in your houses some of the best action you're going to see, with young and estabilished talents fighting for two titles: The Riot championship and the Invictus championship, a title to be contested under hybrid fighting rules.
The satisfied and proud look on her face after the "Ooooooh" of surpise the crowd let out is a clear signal that she obtained the desired effect.
Yulia Kirilenko:
I got your curiosity, right? Well, tune in next Friday for the premiere of Riot, then!
She says winking at the camera. Gian gently pokes her arm to get her attention.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Oh, I almost forgot... Riot will not be airing on MENTV... If you want to catch it, all you have to do is to create your account for our streaming service and that's it.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
This will obviously affect my show as well. First and most importantly, the Millennium Championship will remain the company's main title, but it won't be an exclusive of my show anymore. Members of the Riot roster can step up and challenge the champion, and the same goes for the Tag Team Titles. The pay per view will then feature matches from both shows, and will be airing on Sundays.
He glances quickly at Yulia, checking if she wants to add anything. The young russian shakes her head.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
This is all for now, ladies and gentlemen. Enjoy the show.
The two GMs leave the ring as we cut to the next segment.
Trios Match
N.E.W. World VS The Mighty Now Thrive & Yona Blake
With all the history between this six men, chaos breaking loose was something people could take for granted. The match started before the bell could even ring with Yona and The Mighty Now Thrive taking the opponents out with three simultaneous suicide dives. And while Null and Kid Terra were taking care of Deadman outside, Yona rolled ACID back into the ring and the match finally started. The pace remained quick, with the she-wolf dominating the first part of the match. She had the N.E.W World jack of all trades right where she wanted after the Funky Headhunter (Lifting Spinning DDT), climbing to the top rope and going for the Diving Rolling Senton she calls Ahoy My Captain. Deadman broke the pin for his team and after knocking down Yona with a heavy right hand, he carried his partner to their corner, where Vengence tagged himself in. The swedish wrestler patiently waited for the Werewolf Of London to start getting up before taking her out once again with a low dropkick to the side of the head. Still feeling the effects of that devastating punch, Yona was having a hard time finding her footing in this match, and the N.E.W. World’s attacks, orchestrated by Drakkon from the outside, were keeping her far away from her partners. The young woman went from the proverbial frying pan into the fire when the giant Deadman received the tag from Vengence. The 7 foot 2 monster literally manhandled Yona, tossing her around like a rag doll. The match seemed to be over after a devastating powerbomb but Null dove in to rescue his girlfriend. The rest of the N.E.W. World didn’t take the interruption lightly and joined them in the ring. Chaos broke loose and bodies started flying everywhere. The first one to be tossed outside the ring was ACID, courtesy of Kid Terra’s superkick. The Terranova rockstar joined him soon after when Deadman lifted him over his head with a Military Press and threw him on the hard floor outside. On the other side of the ring, Null planted Vengence head first with a DDT. While the Flying Bones of the N.E.W. World rolled out of the ring, the wolf boy howled at the fans, who answered back with one of their own. When he turned around, he found Deadman waiting for him, and with the worst intentions, clenching his massive right hand around his throat. Null was fighting back, trying to break free and prevent the chokeslam but every attempt to stop the beast seemed to fail. Desperate times call for desperate measures and Yona rushed to the rescue, sinking her teeth on Deadman’s arm, forcing him to break the hold. This obviously earned her a stern admonishment from the referee, who was doing his best to regain control of this match that quickly got out of hand. Deadman gave him a huge hand when, despite being rocked by Null’s enziguri, turned the The Big Wolf On Campus inside out with an impressive lariat. But the legal person in this match was still Yona, who put all her strength in the Roundhouse Kick that finally took the giant down. At this point she reached her corner where Kid Terra was eagerly waiting to jump in the ring. The young Californian entered the ring but he failed to prevent the tag to be made. ACID was back in the ring, walking straight into an armdrag from Terra Kid. The support of the fans was pushing The Mighty Now Thrive, who seemed to be feeding on that energy. Quick tags and a nearly endless series of corner clothesline (Victory Lap) was quickly wearing down ACID, who was barely able to raise a shoulder after a Samoan Drop/Neckbreaker combination. But when Null raised him over his shoulders and Yona dove from the top rope for an alternative version of the Pack Mentality (Doomsday Canadian Destroyer) the match was over. WINNER: The Mighty Now Thrive & Yona Blake BY: Pinfall (Pack Mentality), 11:03 |
Jared Idol: "Well, I admit this is the first upset of the night."
Bea Torres: "What? You didn't believe in TMNT and Yona? AWWWOOOOOOOO!!"
Jared Idol: "Bloody hell! Can you just not?"
Bea Torres: "Can I just not... what?"
Jared Idol: "Howling. It's already hard enough when you yell."
Cameras cut to a locker room backstage, where we see Kelsey and Rebecca sitting side by side, chatting between themselves.
Kelsey Spencer:
...So, after the Twisting Turnip, we go into the Radiant Radish and finish with a--
Kelsey pauses with a frown on her face.
Kelsey Spencer:
Did we really have to name all these sequences we planned after icky vegetables?
Rebecca Saint:
Yes because if we named them after the foods you liked, you would go off on a tangent about eating every time I brought one up and we would never get any work done. Now we need to focus. What comes after the Radiant Radish?
Kelsey Spencer:
Uhh, lemme think here… The Fallout Brussels Sprout, but only if we’re against a member of either Jetpack or Happy Few. If it’s Christian or Javen, it’s Suplex Soup-plex.
Rebecca Saint:
Correct. Well done, good memory there.
Kelsey Spencer:
I still don’t think soup fits into the naming scheme… Soup’s not even a food, really, it’s--
Her sentence is interrupted by a knock on the door. Both girls are startled by it at first and look between each other with puzzled expressions.
Kelsey Spencer:
...are you expecting someone?
Rebecca Saint:
No… You didn’t order a pre-match pizza again did you…
Kelsey Spencer:
Nope, I swear.
Rebecca glances over her shoulder toward the door as she tries to think of who it could be. She thinks that it could be Christian coming to see his wife, but that is not likely as he knows Rebecca would conk him on the head. It could be the boss, looking to have a stern word with Ms Saint after she expressed her desire to see her get her ass kicked by Melissa Reeves tonight. Though that is also unlikely, as surely she would have reprimanded her by now.
With no other thoughts in mind, Rebecca half turns to the door.
Rebecca Saint:
Come in!
The door swings open and the frame of a person familiar to both of these ladies shocks them as he comes barging in with that usual professional looking black and red suit of his and the unkempt beard and his black hair going everywhere. The wrestling audiences more than recognize one of wrestling’s true maverick’s in Seth Iser as well and he glances at the two ladies shocked at his arrival and Seth just shrugs at the shocked expressions for a moment.
Seth Iser:
What? There’s history to be made tonight for a certain team and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Seth just calmly closes the door behind him so nobody else can enter in before he ends up leaning his back toward the wall as if he’s stretching and glad to not be traveling so much.
Kelsey Spencer:
It’s Mister Seth!
Rebecca’s face softens as she lays eyes upon him. She stands up and moves to greet him, but before she can, Kelsey jumps from her seat and rushes over, launching herself into a flying hug… one that makes you wonder why she doesn’t add a spear or a Thesz press to her regular arsenal of moves. Seth, while used to this to some level, it takes him a second to still adjust to the jarring strength she can have on those hugs.
Seth Iser:
...Maybe you should add a bearhug or something…
Kelsey Spencer:
What the heck… I mean, how the heck… I thought you were outta the country!
There’s a semblance of that devious smirk coming across Seth’s face as he lets out a cough. The hug lasts several seconds.
Seth Iser:
Let’s just say I made an arrangement with a couple of old friends so here I am...but you can release the hug now, right?
Kelsey Spencer:
Oops, sorry!
Almost as if she didn’t realise she was still latched on, Kelsey unlocks her hands and steps back.
Rebecca walks over and stands by Kelsey’s side as she smiles up at him. She is unwilling to show him any form of physical affection while Kelsey is present, but she is noticeably happy to see him regardless.
Rebecca Saint:
Good to see you…
Seth Iser:
Always is good to see you too.
Iser returns the smile from his significant other but then you can see his face turn serious fast. Kelsey’s own grin fades as she cants her head to the side.
Kelsey Spencer:
Hey… what’s wrong?
Seth Iser:
Nothing’s wrong for you two. Might be something wrong for the other three teams though because tonight is history. I feel it in my bones.
Rebecca Saint:
He is right.
Her attention moves from Seth to Kelsey as she wears a smirk of determination.
Rebecca Saint:
Tonight is the night that the Uncanny Socialites become the first Millennium Tag Team Champions… Their fifth tag team title overall.
Kelsey can’t help but grin at the declaration, Rebecca’s confidence flowing from her to the young blue-haired Australian.
Kelsey Spencer:
It’s gonna be really tough, though… All three of those teams… they’re really, really good!
Seth Iser:
They are. They wouldn’t be here if they weren’t. It’s where Jet’s declaration of so few good teams is wrong. Yes, I heard that declaration too...word travels fast especially when you go out in front of the world and make a statement like that. Thought Shawn informed those two better than that...but it’s going to be a harsh wake up for those two if that’s a legitimate thought. Where are the good teams he asked? He’s stepping in the ring with three of them tonight. And the best one right here...in this locker room, they’re the ones making history.
There is a scowl on Seth’s face when he mentioned his rival Shawn Fox’s name audibly as well as a slight look of disappointment but those vanish fast.
Rebecca Saint:
While it is true that Jetpack have had our number in the past, defeating us at every turn, those days are firmly behind us.
Rebecca begins to pace a little as she muses.
Rebecca Saint:
Alot has changed in eighteen months. We are stronger, smarter, more mature. We have grown as wrestlers and as a unit. So let them think what they want, I say. It will make it that much sweeter when you and I prove them wrong out there.
Kelsey Spencer:
You’re right!
Kelsey jumps forward, a little more pumped up than she was before.
Seth Iser:
Nobody is ever the same person or the same wrestler even after that long of a period of time. That goes both ways obviously...and another thing I heard...your names were dropped as was Jetpacks when June went out in front of the world, like Jet did on that very same show, and made two bold declarations. One I believe...and one I don’t.
Iser muses for a moment recounting those declarations.
Seth Iser:
I believe them when they say they’re working hard. Maybe harder than certain people they were fingering toward in terms of getting attention...but the lifeforce of the tournament? AHAHA!
Iser lets out a crazed laugh… one that Kelsey finds a little unnerving. There isn’t a smirk on his face when he lets out that laugh though. He’s morphed back into his usual calm expression.
Seth Iser:
I know they want respect. They figure they have to go through those two teams in particular to get there knowing how good both squads have been for a while. I get that. I also get they’re willing to do what they have to do when the bell rings while continuing to mature and grow as a unit. They are at this point for a reason. However...they think they’re the lifeforce already? They want to be crowned already in a way... They aren’t getting crowned for anything but a reality check and an ass kicking tonight from you two.
And then he just pauses as he contemplates the last part…
Seth Iser:
And then there’s The Brothers McMillion...obviously we all know those two damn well. And the bond of brotherhood makes for a different type of understanding as a team as well as all that experience.
Rebecca Saint:
I was guilty of making a bit of a blunder in preparation for our match against Christian and Javen a couple of weeks back. I underestimated them, in a sense. I knew they were a great team, but I did not anticipate just how good they would actually be… It is one thing to watch tape on an opponent, another to be in there with them. We managed to win, but only by the skin of our teeth… Chalk that one up to arrogance on my part. I feel I have learned from my mistakes there…
Kelsey Spencer:
It’s kinda weird wrestling your husband… It’s different, but… it’s also really fun!
Seth Iser:
I think the others deep down have to ask themselves at the end of the day...if you two went in there with your husband and one of the best friends Rebecca would ever have and do what it needs to be done to get their hands raised...what in God’s name do they, as good as they are, have to do to get by you two all the same? And with history on the line I’ll answer that question…
And then there’s that calm smirk etched on his face.
Seth Iser:
There ain’t a damn thing they can do about it because tonight. Jetpack can bring their past experiences, the Brothers can bring in their experience and Happy Few can bring in numbers and strategy. Hell bring a damn army if they want...you’ll go through them all the same. History’ll be made and you reach the milestone of tag title reign number five. Now go out there and bring home the gold.
Kelsey Spencer:
YEAH! We’ll make you proud, sir!
The unbridled enthusiasm of Spencer almost floors Rebecca and Seth as she shoots by them like a rocket and into the backstage hallway.
Rebecca Saint:
Watch it!
Rebecca lets out a groan, though she is unable to contain a smile as she watches her energetic partner dash away. Seth just looks through the door she nearly ran through with an amused expression before turning to his pre-ance.
Seth Iser:
Bring it home, pretty bird. It’s just as much for you as it was for her after all.
Rebecca Saint:
Will do.
With Kelsey now out of the room, Rebecca stands on her tippy toes to peck Seth on the lips.
Rebecca Saint:
...For luck.
Seth just calmly reciprocates the peck with a smile.
Seth Iser:
I was going to say good luck but that works better.
And with a sense of haste and urgency in her step, Rebecca decides it is probably best to pursue Kelsey before she loses sight of her.
Singles Match
Christina Rose VS Dustin DouglasThe Big Nasty walked to the ring with a determined look on his face. This was his first appearance on the PPV but the 35 years old rookie didn’t show any jitters. The usual “your gimmick sucks” chants didn’t even seem to affect him, as he waited crouching in his corner for the bell to ring. And when it did, he exploded out of it breaking the opponent in half with a massive spear. The crowd watched holding their breath as the hooked the leg for the cover, confident they were witnessing the quickest win in Millennium history, but the former champion wasn’t staying down just yet. Despite the rough start, the former Crystal Hilton was able to turn things around when she nailed Dusty with a tilt-a-whirl ddt. Her experience and speed gave her the edge on the Big Nasty, and Christina showed hints of that class that earned her so many titles in her career. With some hard kicks on the leg she chopped the big man down on his knees, completing the job with a Shining Wizard. The Blossoming Rose tried to seal the deal with her Smell The Roses, but the Handspring Standing Moonsault wasn’t enough to end Douglas’ streak. Feeling the momentum on her side, Rose climbed to the top turnbuckle, ready to go for The Mega Buster. But the precious seconds she waisted to play with the crowd and asking them for their support gave Dustin the opportunity to recover and meet her on the top rope for an Avalanche Belly To Belly Suplex. Things once again started going in Douglas favor after the big move connected. Christina did her best and put up a good fight but the stiff strikes of DD were shattering her resilience. It was after a Savate Kick that everyone in the Arena realized that this match was in the homestretch. Despite the purple haired girl managing to kick out in two, Dustin had her in his pocket, and he knew it. When she was starting to back on her feet, he picked her up her for a Gutwrench suplex and reinforced the message with a running senton. This would have probably been enough to close the deal, but the Big Nasty had a statement to make. And he did so with catching her with a devastating spinebuster (The Dusty Rub), saving his streak and taking it to 5-0 WINNER: Dustin Douglas BY: Pinfall (The Dusty Rub), 7:57 |
Bea Torres: "There ya go! 5-0 for Big Nasty"
Jared Idol: "You know what? I'm starting to like this rookie. And that spinebuster..."
Bea Torres: "It's the Dusty Rub! Although, I don't really know what it means..."
Immediately after winning the match, Big Nasty Dustin Douglas rolls out of the ring and demands a microphone. He climbs the announce table and address the millennium crowd
Dusty:
You know what....my gimmick may suck, but that spine buster doesn't. You were the first to fall victim to the Dusty Rub....I just Made You Famous. Think about it Crystal....you brag and tout and exclaim to whomever will listen about your incredible background...and titles...and hall of fame entries. Doesn't it just piss you off that Big Nasty came in after after a few months...I repeat....a FEW MONTHS of training and matches Big Nasty is already better than you.
This just goes to show you folks....work hard. Hit harder. Set s goal and GRAB IT....don't let anyone or anything slow you down. Don't let anyone or anything tell you that you're not good enough.
And don't let the jabroni that can't even get your name right on social media get in your head. Use is and abuse it. Crystal Hinton didn't know my name....but now, pending a concussion, she will never forget it. My next goal is making sure all of you remember my name as I compete for each of you. As I entertain each of you. I am thankful and love each one of Big Nasty Nation...without you I couldn't do this.
Let's continue making history Big Nasty Nation....I want more competition. Better competition. I wanna show you guys and gals in the audience that Dustin Douglas is worth following.
Ya hear that Grace?!?!? Give Big Nasty someone....and watch me Make Them Famous
Dusty drops the mic and heads to the back
Anything Goes Triple Threat Match
Number one contendership for the Empire Extreme Championship
Jacob Figgins VS Sean Libby VS KnoxNumber one contendership for the Empire Extreme Championship
When three different kind of crazy meet in a match with no rules, you know you’re in for a treat. The history between Figgins and Libby is well documented, and it didn’t take long for the two of them to settle their bad blood with an all out brawl in the middle of the ring. While the two rivals were trading fists, Know rolled out of the ring and started pulling all sort of objects from under the ring, throwing some chairs inside the ring and setting up a couple of tables on the outside, completely uncaring of what was happening inside the ring. Tyler glanced at him with a perplexed look on her face, wondering what the hell was going through her odd brother’s mind. And the fans were thinking the same, diverting their attention from the action inside the ring to whatever Knox was doing. The Hackerman once again lifted the ring skirt, pulling out a ladder this time and slid it inside the ring, where Figgins came out on top from the initial exchange and was now lifting the opponent in a suplex position and dropping him head first on one of the chairs with a brainbuster. Know quickly entered the ring to break the pinfall, but as soon as Sean kicked out, he once again rolled out and went back to do his thing, dragging one of the tables for a few inches and taking a look at his work, almost as if he was measuring something. Libby had now his opponent flat on his back, consequence of a chair shot to the head. Instead of going for a cover, the Irishman pointed at the turnbuckle, probably thinking about the Irishsault. But then, he noticed the ladder Knox introduced earlier, and a crazed smile appeared on his face. He quickly set it up, keeping his eyes on Figgins who didn’t move yet. Before climbing it, he dropped a couple more chair shots on Jacob for good measure, and eventually made his way to the top of the ladder, ready to take flight. He never saw know sliding back inside the ring with a small bag on his hand and pushing the ladder. Libby’s fall was cushioned, so to speak, by one of the two tables, laying motionless on the wreckage outside. Knox walked towards the opponent, emptying the content of the small bag in the middle of the ring. Dozens of thumbtacks glimmered under the flashing lights, The enigmatic hacker picked Figgles up and after greeting him with a series of headbutts, he powerbombed him on the tacks. Jacob screamed in pain as they ripped through his flesh and blood started trickling down his back. Know wasted no tim to grab his hair and pulling him up, sending him for a run against the ropes and back body drooping him once more and the tacks scattered in the middle of the ring. This time the Hackerman seemed to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike with the #000000 Out but a returning Libby grabbed his leg and pulled him outside. A brawl between the two followed on the outside, with Libby throwing th opponent against the steel steps. It was a gamechanger that took the wind out of Knox’s sail, allowing the Irishman to take control. He slammed Knox’ face a couple more times on the steps, lacerating his skin right above the left eye. Blood started pouring down, affecting the Hackerman sight as well. Libbeh set him up on the other table, but before he could even think what to do, Figgins came flipping over the top rope and took Know out with a Tope Con Hilo. The last part of the match was very similar to the first, with fists flying in every direction between the two long time rivals. And just like before, Figgins came out on top from the exchange, connecting his Moonshine Delirium (Full Nelson into a Flatliner) with Libby landing on a perfectly placed steel chair. Another chair is what hiim on the back of his skull, knocking him out flat. Knox only had to decide which one of them he wanted to cover. The choice fell on Figgles, but the outcome would have probably been the same even if he pinned Libby. WINNER: Knox BY: Pinfall (chair shot to the back of the head), 10:39 |
Jared Idol: "Can you believe this guy?"
Bea Torres: "What about him? He won, good for him..."
Jared Idol: "Didn't you notice? Every thing he did since the bell rang had a purpose. The tables he set up, the ladders... This was like a game for him."
During the commercial break, the fans at the Capital One Arena are surprised by the appearance on the stage by one Penelope Kaplan, otherwise known as one half of the Jetpack tag team who’ll be in competition for the Millennium Tag Team Championships later this very evening! She waves at everyone getting a big response that she giggles and blushes over, and holds a microphone up to her lips.
Penny: Hello Washington D.C.! It’s me, ya girlfriend (if you’re single, a girl, and looking!) Penny and I’m here to make sure that our lovely fans are all ready to help Jetpack reach our newest goal! We know this is going to be a tough challenge, heck, facing just one team is difficult sometimes! But as we go on tonight to face off against the Happy Few, the Uncanny Socialites and Brothers McMillion, I want you to know, you lucky fans, that we’re doing this for you!
She bounces down the ramp and meets Jet and a second man, wearing jeans and black hoodie with an Australian flag emblazoned across the back, he pushes the sleeves up and drops the hood to reveal none other than former In Your House Champion, Shawn Fox! There’s a decided and rousing pop amongst the female fans in attendance at seeing him which he acknowledges with a good mannered wave which also serves to show off his wedding ring, naturally before Penny speaks again.
Penny: We were so excited to see our good friend, he stopped on his way to Russia as a matter of fact just to say howdy to you guys!
She holds the microphone over at Shawn who’s snickering at her use of the word howdy and he leans in just a bit.
Shawn Fox: What’s up Millennium fans! This is going to be one exciting match, I heard my friends were in this and I had to stop by. Couldn’t miss it, unlike another match… but seriously, I had to get some cake too. Those pictures don’t do it justice!
Jet Blanchard: Man he ain’t never lyin’. But speaking of cake…
Jet grins and the trio start passing out small plates of cake to the lucky people in the front tiers of seating, while other people circulate around the audience handing out t-shirts, streamers, goodie bags and other assorted Jetpack branded swag. They even make sure that the announcers get cake, because everyone else always seems to forget them.
Penny: We’ll be back in a bit but you guys have fun and remember to enjoy the show!
Now their music plays, and they head off to the back to wait for their match to start, Shawn hops the rail and takes a seat, at least for now.
The Capitol One Arena in Washington, DC. Deep backstage a cameraman steps out of a room, having just finished shooting some footage for the show, having not thought to turn their camera off before their next assignment. Closing the door behind them, they turn and begin to walk down the hall, but stops as a voice whispers behind him.
Homare Kato:
Hello again~
The camera view blurs as the cameraman spins around, looking at the hall behind him. It is empty, no one in sight. And from the side of the camera’s edge leans in Homare Kato, a smile upon his face.
Homare Kato:
Your valued services are required once again.
Muttering from behind the camera’s view, as the cameraman tries to tell Kato that he has something to get to, but Kato just extends a hand, pressing his palm against the cameraman’s cheek.
Homare Kato:
I promise we won’t take any long stretch of time from your important schedule. But it is important to us that we have our time.
A moment’s silence, the camera just focusing on Homare’s smile, before it moved slightly up and down, the cameraman nodding. Kato’s smile grew just a bit and he led the cameraman down the hall to a door, the glass on it showing it to be dark. Kato opens the door and the cameraman steps into a room lit bright orange with candles, a low table in the center that Rie Shimizu sat on her knees in front of. The cameraman briefly looks around the room in apparent confusion. Rie notes this and looks to Homare, speaking in a flat tone.
Rie Shimizu:
今は遊ばないでください。
Homare lets out a sigh and gives a shrug to the camera before walking to stand behind Rie. She gives a brief bow of her head before speaking, a very simple sentence that she has spoken before, and Homare has translated before.
Homare Kato:
“I failed.”
She goes on again for a time, the names of Christina Rose and Katie Montes clear, before finishing and allowing Homare to do his work.
Homare Kato:
“Some would take the fact that it was not I that was pinned as a comfort. That because it was Christina Rose that was pinned by Katie Montes and not me, that that somehow lessens it. That it is somehow not as big a loss, just because I was not pinned.”
Another simple, blunt sentence, translated just as so.
Homare Kato:
“I still failed.”
She spoke again, Homare waiting until she was finished.
Homare Kato:
“I was not fast enough to stop the the pinfall, I was not aware enough to know Katie was coming, I failed, and who it was that was pinned is irrelevant in that to me. It’s like my debut. Someone else may find comfort in things like being beaten but someone giving you a countout win, or losing but not being pinned...but I cannot do so.”
She lets out a sigh, but seems more resolute as she speaks again, tonight’s event’s name clearly heard.
Homare Kato:
“But tonight, at Imperium, I have a chance to make right where I failed before. One on one with Katie, tonight is my opportunity to craft a success from my failure.”
Another simple sentence.
Homare Kato:
“I won’t let it pass me by. I cannot.”
She pauses for a time, looking over at Kato. He gives a nod, encouraging, and Rie looks back to the camera and speaks again.
Homare Kato:
“But before that, I want to talk about a...misunderstanding.”
She pauses again, seeming to try to choose her words, speaking them slowly.
Homare Kato:
“Last week, Katie spoke of me, and she...did not understand. She tried to use what she believed I am as a way to lift up her own story. She spoke of not believing in God, or an afterlife, that she had lived through proof of that. I don’t care to speak about….that…but I wish to speak about the misunderstanding she had. And that others may have. Like that sign I saw last week, saying that I see dead people. A cute reference, but...not the case. Just like what Katie was trying to say, it is not the case.”
A pause again, before she speaks.
Homare Kato:
“I am not religious. I do not believe in a God or an afterlife in the way Katie acted as if I do. Hers sounded like Christianity or it’s cousins, and that is not what I hold in my heart. I do not follow a religion, what I follow is just...belief. There is no name for it, no associated...thing. Not from a system, or a book, just...what I believe. What my parents taught me.”
This brought an extended pause, a frown coming to her face. She looks away from the camera for a time. Kato frowns as well, but before he can say anything Rie moves again. She reaches under the table and brings out a small doll. Seeming to be put together with wire, it makes a basic human shape. She holds it standing up on the table, as she speaks. After speaking for a time she slowly lowers it backwards, until it lays on the table.
Homare Kato:
“To explain. Imagine this is a person. Just one of the many that inhabit our world at this moment. This person lives, loves, cries, feeling everything that a person feels in their life. They live it as fully as they can, but time finally comes. And they do what we all will do, and pass away.”
She takes out a tiny cloth square and draps it across the “face” of the doll, continuing on as she does. She produces more dolls, surrounding the one laying down.
Homare Kato:
“Those that were touched by this person, they mourn the loss. They are gone, never to be known or seen again. But what I believe is that is not the case. That each person, when they pass, remain. There is our world, and the world that they go to. We exist in the same place, just a bit...out of touch with the other. They see their loved ones mourn, and they hurt for them back. But the trauma of death gives the dead power. In their own way, they can…”
She produces one last doll, looking identical to the original. It’s hand one by one presses onto the shoulder of each of the surrounding dolls.
Homare Kato:
“They can let their feelings be known. They can touch the lives of those they left behind, to try and improve them in some small ways, by their influence and power. But as time goes on, those people will...fade too. Living their lives, time taking them away, the ones that already departed will eventually be...alone. No one speaking to them, thinking of them. An eternity spent here, unless they get granted entrance to the real realm of the dead, but so many don’t just because...someone might need them. Someone may still think of them. So they remain. So many dead, milling around us all every day. Alone.”
She pauses again, a bit emotional now as she speaks again.
Homare Kato:
“I don’t want them to be alone. The idea that they are around me now, so alone, it tears me up inside. I want them to know there is someone that thinks of them, that will speak to them! That there is someone that will tell them “I know you are here, and I will let others know that too.” That someone will go out there, into this world of wrestling, thoughts of the deceased in their heart, and gaining success in their memory. THAT is my belief. Not some Christian-esque Heaven or Hell religion, not something from a book, just...just my belief that we are never alone, and they shouldn’t be either.”
She takes another pause, looking away from the camera for a moment. She reaches a hand up and brushes at her face. When she looks back her expression is a bit hardened, and her tone is as well.
Homare Kato:
“And that, just as much as my failure last week, is what is driving me this week. Them. Last week I failed despite keeping them in my heart, and the idea of that repeating just...makes me want to vomit. But, well, I have to admit that’s not it alone. Because...of what you said.”
She frowns, deeply, as she explains.
Homare Kato:
“I don’t think it was your intent...or at least I would like to believe it wasn’t, but the fact remains...you twisted my beliefs to help your own story. Everything I believe, contorted and stretched so you can talk about yourself.”
She stands up, leaving the dolls on the table as she faced the table. Her words are simple, and resolute.
Homare Kato:
“I cannot let that stand.”
She then tries to loosen up a bit, it’s obvious, though the success is debatable as she speaks one last time.
Homare Kato:
“There are many reasons I will put the best I can bring out of myself this week. Because it’s a supershow. Because last week I failed. Because I can’t keep failing with the departed in my heart, it is insulting to them. Because my beliefs were twisted for a purpose, and I can’t let that stand. For all of that, and so much more, I will fight Katie Montes. And I will find my way to success.”
She gives a bow and immediately walks away, seeming to surprise even Kato with her quick departure. He looks to the camera and gives a tiny smile as he swung his arm back for his customary ending.
Homare Kato:
She’s truly fired up this week, moreso than she has to date in this career. I should thank you for that, Katie. But, well...you made her unhappy. So I will only hope for her strong success in putting you away. Because, after all, her belief...well, let’s just say it is important to me as well.
And with that he swung his arm around, the wind snuffing the candles out, the camera catching a strange, unpleasant look on Kato’s face for just a moment before plunging into darkness. But that darkness was not silent, as Kato’s voice spoke out one more time.
Homare Kato:
May all of you that are worthy, receive the blessing of the departed on this night.
And then the darkness was silent.
Homare Kato:
Hello again~
The camera view blurs as the cameraman spins around, looking at the hall behind him. It is empty, no one in sight. And from the side of the camera’s edge leans in Homare Kato, a smile upon his face.
Homare Kato:
Your valued services are required once again.
Muttering from behind the camera’s view, as the cameraman tries to tell Kato that he has something to get to, but Kato just extends a hand, pressing his palm against the cameraman’s cheek.
Homare Kato:
I promise we won’t take any long stretch of time from your important schedule. But it is important to us that we have our time.
A moment’s silence, the camera just focusing on Homare’s smile, before it moved slightly up and down, the cameraman nodding. Kato’s smile grew just a bit and he led the cameraman down the hall to a door, the glass on it showing it to be dark. Kato opens the door and the cameraman steps into a room lit bright orange with candles, a low table in the center that Rie Shimizu sat on her knees in front of. The cameraman briefly looks around the room in apparent confusion. Rie notes this and looks to Homare, speaking in a flat tone.
Rie Shimizu:
今は遊ばないでください。
Homare lets out a sigh and gives a shrug to the camera before walking to stand behind Rie. She gives a brief bow of her head before speaking, a very simple sentence that she has spoken before, and Homare has translated before.
Homare Kato:
“I failed.”
She goes on again for a time, the names of Christina Rose and Katie Montes clear, before finishing and allowing Homare to do his work.
Homare Kato:
“Some would take the fact that it was not I that was pinned as a comfort. That because it was Christina Rose that was pinned by Katie Montes and not me, that that somehow lessens it. That it is somehow not as big a loss, just because I was not pinned.”
Another simple, blunt sentence, translated just as so.
Homare Kato:
“I still failed.”
She spoke again, Homare waiting until she was finished.
Homare Kato:
“I was not fast enough to stop the the pinfall, I was not aware enough to know Katie was coming, I failed, and who it was that was pinned is irrelevant in that to me. It’s like my debut. Someone else may find comfort in things like being beaten but someone giving you a countout win, or losing but not being pinned...but I cannot do so.”
She lets out a sigh, but seems more resolute as she speaks again, tonight’s event’s name clearly heard.
Homare Kato:
“But tonight, at Imperium, I have a chance to make right where I failed before. One on one with Katie, tonight is my opportunity to craft a success from my failure.”
Another simple sentence.
Homare Kato:
“I won’t let it pass me by. I cannot.”
She pauses for a time, looking over at Kato. He gives a nod, encouraging, and Rie looks back to the camera and speaks again.
Homare Kato:
“But before that, I want to talk about a...misunderstanding.”
She pauses again, seeming to try to choose her words, speaking them slowly.
Homare Kato:
“Last week, Katie spoke of me, and she...did not understand. She tried to use what she believed I am as a way to lift up her own story. She spoke of not believing in God, or an afterlife, that she had lived through proof of that. I don’t care to speak about….that…but I wish to speak about the misunderstanding she had. And that others may have. Like that sign I saw last week, saying that I see dead people. A cute reference, but...not the case. Just like what Katie was trying to say, it is not the case.”
A pause again, before she speaks.
Homare Kato:
“I am not religious. I do not believe in a God or an afterlife in the way Katie acted as if I do. Hers sounded like Christianity or it’s cousins, and that is not what I hold in my heart. I do not follow a religion, what I follow is just...belief. There is no name for it, no associated...thing. Not from a system, or a book, just...what I believe. What my parents taught me.”
This brought an extended pause, a frown coming to her face. She looks away from the camera for a time. Kato frowns as well, but before he can say anything Rie moves again. She reaches under the table and brings out a small doll. Seeming to be put together with wire, it makes a basic human shape. She holds it standing up on the table, as she speaks. After speaking for a time she slowly lowers it backwards, until it lays on the table.
Homare Kato:
“To explain. Imagine this is a person. Just one of the many that inhabit our world at this moment. This person lives, loves, cries, feeling everything that a person feels in their life. They live it as fully as they can, but time finally comes. And they do what we all will do, and pass away.”
She takes out a tiny cloth square and draps it across the “face” of the doll, continuing on as she does. She produces more dolls, surrounding the one laying down.
Homare Kato:
“Those that were touched by this person, they mourn the loss. They are gone, never to be known or seen again. But what I believe is that is not the case. That each person, when they pass, remain. There is our world, and the world that they go to. We exist in the same place, just a bit...out of touch with the other. They see their loved ones mourn, and they hurt for them back. But the trauma of death gives the dead power. In their own way, they can…”
She produces one last doll, looking identical to the original. It’s hand one by one presses onto the shoulder of each of the surrounding dolls.
Homare Kato:
“They can let their feelings be known. They can touch the lives of those they left behind, to try and improve them in some small ways, by their influence and power. But as time goes on, those people will...fade too. Living their lives, time taking them away, the ones that already departed will eventually be...alone. No one speaking to them, thinking of them. An eternity spent here, unless they get granted entrance to the real realm of the dead, but so many don’t just because...someone might need them. Someone may still think of them. So they remain. So many dead, milling around us all every day. Alone.”
She pauses again, a bit emotional now as she speaks again.
Homare Kato:
“I don’t want them to be alone. The idea that they are around me now, so alone, it tears me up inside. I want them to know there is someone that thinks of them, that will speak to them! That there is someone that will tell them “I know you are here, and I will let others know that too.” That someone will go out there, into this world of wrestling, thoughts of the deceased in their heart, and gaining success in their memory. THAT is my belief. Not some Christian-esque Heaven or Hell religion, not something from a book, just...just my belief that we are never alone, and they shouldn’t be either.”
She takes another pause, looking away from the camera for a moment. She reaches a hand up and brushes at her face. When she looks back her expression is a bit hardened, and her tone is as well.
Homare Kato:
“And that, just as much as my failure last week, is what is driving me this week. Them. Last week I failed despite keeping them in my heart, and the idea of that repeating just...makes me want to vomit. But, well, I have to admit that’s not it alone. Because...of what you said.”
She frowns, deeply, as she explains.
Homare Kato:
“I don’t think it was your intent...or at least I would like to believe it wasn’t, but the fact remains...you twisted my beliefs to help your own story. Everything I believe, contorted and stretched so you can talk about yourself.”
She stands up, leaving the dolls on the table as she faced the table. Her words are simple, and resolute.
Homare Kato:
“I cannot let that stand.”
She then tries to loosen up a bit, it’s obvious, though the success is debatable as she speaks one last time.
Homare Kato:
“There are many reasons I will put the best I can bring out of myself this week. Because it’s a supershow. Because last week I failed. Because I can’t keep failing with the departed in my heart, it is insulting to them. Because my beliefs were twisted for a purpose, and I can’t let that stand. For all of that, and so much more, I will fight Katie Montes. And I will find my way to success.”
She gives a bow and immediately walks away, seeming to surprise even Kato with her quick departure. He looks to the camera and gives a tiny smile as he swung his arm back for his customary ending.
Homare Kato:
She’s truly fired up this week, moreso than she has to date in this career. I should thank you for that, Katie. But, well...you made her unhappy. So I will only hope for her strong success in putting you away. Because, after all, her belief...well, let’s just say it is important to me as well.
And with that he swung his arm around, the wind snuffing the candles out, the camera catching a strange, unpleasant look on Kato’s face for just a moment before plunging into darkness. But that darkness was not silent, as Kato’s voice spoke out one more time.
Homare Kato:
May all of you that are worthy, receive the blessing of the departed on this night.
And then the darkness was silent.
Singles Match
Rie Shimizu VS Katie MontesOne week ago in their triple threat involving Christina Rose, it was Katie Montes who walked out with a victory, capitalizing on Rie’s hard work. Something the Japanese wrestler took as a lesson to be learned, instead of complaining of what some people could describe as a cheap win. Before the match, Homare Kato, her “spiritual advisor” gave her the last words of advice, trying to keep her focused on the task at hand. When the bell rang, Katie offered her a handshake that Rie, after some hesitation, accepted. That was her first mistake, as she was quickly reached by a kick to the stomach from the former VOW Zero Gravity Champion, who sent her against the ropes meeting Shimizu in the middle of the ring with a standing dropkick right to the face. Montes kipped up to her feet and sneered at the younger opponent, something the fans didn’t appreciate and reacted to with loud boos. Montes seemed to feed off their jeers, and kept her momentum going connecting a springboard moonsault, bringing home the first near fall of the match. The first five minutes of the match were all about Katie dominating the match by constantly pushing on the gas, maintaining that quick pace that Rie didn’t seem able to counter. After coming once again close to the win with a springboard cutter, the 22 years old picked up a visibly stunned opponent and started hitting her with lightning quick punches, a move the Millennium fans know oh so well. And most importantly, they know it sets up for the Shock Kick, (Springboard Roundhouse Kick) The same could be said for Rie, who ducked it and answered with a back kick that doubled Katie over. She followed up with a running swinging neckbreaker, creating herself the opening she needed. The referee’s double count reached five when the two wrestler started moving, and the japanese was the first back on her feet, quickly going for a submission. Once again though, she showed her lack of experience and ring awareness, applying the crossface too close to the ropes and making it easy for Katie to get the rope break. Just like that, Katie was back in control, her speed once again being something the opponent couldn’t counter. At least until she caught a crossbody with a dropkick and, as soon as Montes was back on her feet, she hit her with the Flash Nap (Jumping Spinning Knee Strike). The move didn’t give her the win, but definitely rocked Katie, who didn’t quite find her footing back in the match after that, unable to block her chaotic and unpredictable hard hitting offense. Until the inevitable end, a Spirit Tour that gave the young rookie a prestigious win in her first Millennium PPV appearance. WINNER: Rie Shimizu BY: Pinfall (Spirit Tour), 8:35 |
Bea Torres: "She did it!"
Jared Idol: "Rie Shimizu just beat Katie Montes. What a shock!"
Bea Torres: "This is a big win for the young japanese. I wonder if Katie is ok, she seemed... weird recently."
Jared Idol: "I'm sure she'll get over all this, and get back on track soon."
In the backstage area Bree currently has her jacket wrapped around her waist doing push ups on her own while waiting for her tag team partner to get back with their drinks and getting herself in the mindset for the upcoming tag team match. Ahead of Bree was some sort of motivator for her. She'd written on a wrapper her tag team record in Millennium so far. Though it had been against former champions, Bree still felt the sting of the loss and the corkscrew neckbreaker she took that lead to such loss. This spurred her on to increase the pace a little. An angry grunt coming out of her and she began to clap in between push ups until she completed her set and quickly popped up to her feet with a calm exhale.
Bree: This time, this time it's gonna be a win for the BreeTee Committee.
Dean: I agree.
Bree turns around to see her older brother leaning on his right shoulder pressed against the wall now ahead of Bree.
Bree: Uhhh, what are you doing here?
Dean: I came here to check out Millennium and turns out I couldn't have picked a better night.
Bree rolls her shoulders a little to stay loosened up despite the random pop up of her family member at her work.
Bree: Are you going to be watching me and Teegs set a high score against the high school heroes?
Dean: Yes, of course.
Dean answers right back as he pushes himself off the wall. The tight fitted black shirt he'd bought himself didn't do much to hide the wrestler's physique he had underneath.
Dean: And for Luna's big title defence, plus I want to make sure that…Kaleb…guy stays far away from her. You seen him?
Dean asks with a slight smouldered look. Bree looks left and then right before shrugging.
Bree: Nope. I've been keeping in the zone, bro. This tag team match with Teegs is going to be the first on the road to those Millennium tag team titles.
Dean: Well our cousins have shined in tag team wrestling, I'm sure you'll be a fine tag team champ.
He gives his sister a pat on the back as he continues his train of thought.
Dean: Not me though. With Riot starting I'm pursuing one title and one belt only.
Bree: And what's that title?
Dean deliberately keeps quiet about it before helping himself to a bite of Bree's granola bar.
Dean: You know anything about that Holly girl?
Bree: Don't change the subject, what title?
And Dean casually walks off from Bree who’s curiosity was spiking high at this point and promptly made her follow him for questioning as the scene fades out.
Tag Team Match
The BreeTee Committee VS High Score Heroes
Despite failing to qualify for the fatal 4 way match, both these teams looked impressive in their run in MIllennium. The High Score Heroes can proud themselves of a win against the Brothers McMilion while The BreeTee Committee took to the limit way more expert teams such as Jetpack and Uncanny Socialites. Teagan Callagher and Billy Valentine started the match with the most classic of the lock up in the middle of the ring, shifting around and trading position in order to gain the early advantage. And it was the 22 years old Irish girl who came out on top, applying a waistlock and taking him down, quickly shifting in front of him to apply a front chancery. Knowing too well how dangerous the opponent can be when left with enough space to use his speed, the blonde girl successfully managed to keep him grounded for the first part of the contest, unitl Billy wriggled out of a headlock and quickly applied a three-quarter facelock and ran towards the corner, using the ropes to climb and flip backwards with a Shiranui. Teegs was back on her feet almost immediately, ending up eating a dropsault from Valentine. He then followed with a running shooting star press, hooking the leg only to get a two count. Without wasting any moment, he picked her up after the kick out and dragged her in his corner where he made the tag. After yelling “FINISH HER!” Billy performed a backstabber while Jimmy jumped from the top rope with a double foot stomp. Once again Tee kicked out, but she was now in a rough spot. Jimmy wasn’t leaving her any room to try a reaction; when she was able to reverse an irish whip and went for a pop up powerbomb, a page stolen from her tag team partner’s book, she found herself on the receiving end of a hurricanrana that spiked her head first on the mat. And it was only after Strife missed a top rope moonsault that Teagan had the chance to reach her corner. And she didn’t miss it. Bree stepped into the match all guns blazing, knocking Jimmy down thrice with as many clothesline. After the third one, she exhorted him to get up and, as soon as he did, the powerhouse kicked him in the gut and lifted him in a stalling vertical suplex. The hang time was rather impressive and when she finally dropped him, floating into a cover in one fluid motion, she received a huge round of applause by the fans. When Jimmy managed to make the tag and Billy came back into the ring, it seemed like the momentum could go back in their favor, but not even the spectacular tornado ddt was enough to keep Bree down. Valentine tried to go for a wheelbarrow bulldog, but Smith turned it into a german suplex, the first of a series of three. After completing the sequence she calls, with good reason, The Power Of Bree, she tagged her partner and threw Valentine with an exploding suplex right into Teegs codebreaker, intercepting Strife with a spinning side slam and preventing him from making the save while Teegs hooked Billy’s leg for the three count. WINNER: The BreeTee Committee BY: Pinfall (WHOOPAH), 10:28 |
Bea Torres: "YEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!"
Jared Idol: "Big win for the BreeTee Committee"
Bea Torres: "They had a rough start, although always looking good. And finally luck seems to have turned in their favor"
Jared Idol: "They're definitely one team to look out for in the future."
In the backstage area Luna is being attended to by 3 Millennium personnel. Brushing her hair, blending her makeup and one shining her boots for her. Luna dismisses them all to clear the camera frame so she can pose rather quaint but intimidatingly along with her title she has in her hand while the other is expertly scrolling through social media, specifically through fan comments discussing Millennium's big event. After passing the Nessa/Jennifer predictions she finds herself on the section she wanted to start off talking about. Multiple fans predicting against her in the title match. This causes Luna's nostrils to flare slightly and she looks towards the camera in a rather lecture like manner.
Luna Smith:
There is something I'm going to address tonight. Last week was NOT any proof Selina Steroids deserved a title shot. The fans calling me names on social media really need to put something in perspective.
She takes a deep breath and drops her tensing shoulders, finally getting something off her chest.
Luna Smith:
I didn't lose my tag match because I had inept tag team partners. Otherwise I'd have left that match the winner. Secondly, I didn't lose to Selina. CLEARLY she'd been on something to get out of my top rope move, as well as the fact she was like 90lbs heavier than she was in the tag team match. But no, here we are and I'm forced to give an undeserving scrubber a match with me. Me! The Star Of The Night.
Luna pauses to clear her throat and readjust the volume in her tone. As she begins again, she talks a little more calmer, trying to suppress her aggravation over her current match up as in her mind it was less than ideal facing the woman who interrupted Luna weeks ago to begins with.
Luna Smith:
I'm already getting offers from people like Lester Murdock eager to train with me and be as good of a Lockdown Champion as I am. They don't go seeking Selina, they come to the real winner tonight. When I've had time to prepare and sacrificed precious social media time to fight a real cheater like Selina. What does Gian even see in her?
Luna asks the girl who was doing her hair that's off screen. Luna doesn't wait for her to answer and simply eye rolls at the situation before holding up the title a little closer to the screen.
Luna Smith:
This is my championship and this is MY Star match. Selina's been nothing but a horrid girl I really just want away and once I mop the floor with her tonight, perhaps we can send her to that new little show you've got in the works. Let her work the smaller arenas and allow me and my twinkle to properly work these big shows with true stars.
Luna puts the title next to her face. The freshly polished belt shines under the lighting which has Luna momentarily make her smile while she looks at it. This smile slowly shrinks into a stern scowl.
Luna Smith:
After I'm victorious tonight Gian, we're seriously going to have to discuss 'actual' challengers. A fancy dinner with all your talent in a neat little binder and I'll give you my thoughts. Plus a dessert to make up for what you just flung me into last week. Selina had the advantage of an unprepared champion. Tonight, she's about to be kicked into a black hole by the one and only Star of the Night, your Lockdown Champion so stop booing me.
Luna ends with that little message to the fans as she takes her title in a very quick, dominating, stomps towards her dressing room to finish herself for the Lockdown Championship later tonight.
First Blood Match
Alan Envy VS Heathen JonesOne look at Hickey chained outside the ring filled Envy’s eyes with rage for the fate of the poor young girl. A rage he could freely unleash tonight in a match against the Godless Heathen Jones in what’s supposed to be the last chapter of a rivalry that had started back in Texas, during their stint in Lonestar Championship Wrestling. The fans got exactly what they were expecting since the beginning, something more similar to a bar brawl then a wrestling match. Fists, kicks and elbows, with the awareness that one well placed shot could be the end of this contest. Envy had now Jones in the corner, and he was stomping the proverbial hell out of him, and no referee could have stopped him this time. Eventually, Heathen blocked the stomp and grabbed his foot, slowly getting up. Alan tried to swing a couple of punches but they never hit their mark, since Jones easily avoided them without losing the grasp on his foot. Eventually he decided his next move, taking him down with a dragon screw and quickly mounting on top of the Lonestar, raining down heavy fist on his face. Envy protected himself the best way he could, and eventually managed to roll over and switch positions. The match went down along the same line, a very physical contest without any room for technical feats. Except for the pumphandle backbreaker Heathen caught Envy with after stunning him with a vicious European Uppercut. While the Show Stealer was arching his back in pain, Jones walked to the corner and removed the protective pad. It goes without saying, his next move was to pick up Envy and threw him with all his strength against the exposed turnbuckle. With no rush at all, Jones walked to him and picked him up, lighting up his chest with a few chops before trying to drive his head against the corner. Survival instinct kicked in for Envy, who managed to grab the ropes and fought back against the godless heathen from the South and his desire to rearrange his face against the exposed metal part. But the beat down he had been through took its toll on the Texan, who was starting to show the first signs of exhaustion. Desperate times call for desperate measure and before Jones could succeed in his task, Alan reached him with a Mule Kick to the groin. Envy fired Heathen to the ropes, the crowd went insane as Heathen returned. Envy put Heathen down hard with a wild lariat. Heathen is back up and returned from the opposite ropes for another. Envy stood over Heathen feeding off of the crowd, pumping them up to drown out the little girl squealing at ringside. Prone, Heathen attempted to push himself to his knees, but Envy stomped him back down mercilessly. A kick to the rib cage rolled Heathen over and Envy pulled him up to his feet. Some well placed rights to the side of Heathen's head before Envy whipped Heathen once more. As Heathen hit the ropes, Hickey grabbed his planted foot with both hands tripping and then, pulled him out under the bottom rope. Envy was poised for that breath-robbing spinebuster, but Heathen never returned. Envy rolled out the adjacent side to cut Heathen off. Heathen shoved Envy, Envy barely budged and shoved back. Heathen went backward, tripping over his feet. Envy was already charging when Heathen jerked the chain, pulling Hickey between them. Envy sandwiched Hickey between himself and Heathen. All three down, Envy doesn't move atop of Hickey making it difficult for Heathen to squirm free. Once loose, Heathen scooted on his ass to the barrier to take a lean. His right leg was still stuck under Hickey and Envy and, neither of them were moving. Heathen rubbed the back of his head, he'd been rattled in the fall, but he wasn't bleeding. Envy slowly pushed himself up to one knee. Blood ran from his forehead, down both sides of his nose to his lip. He licked it, tasted it and heard the bell sounding because of it. WINNER: Heathen Jones BY: First Blood, 9:37 |
Bea Torres: "What the heck just happened?"
Jared Idol: "I think Alan Envy accidentally hit the lock and that caused him to bleed...."
Fury overcame Envy as he and Heathen locked eyes. Heathen again went to scooting, pulling his leg free of Hickey, but his heel had caught the chain and wrapped it around the toe of his boot.
Envy grabbed the chain and turned his body to Heathen as he stood. One hand after the other, Envy pulled Heathen too him. Heathen couldn't get loose and he couldn't overpower the Texan who was now standing over him. Envy stomped the sole of his boot into Heathen's grizzly, smashing his face all the way to the floor.
Then, the Lonestar mounted and rained down. Heathen was immediately busted wide open. The Texan’s heavy hands landed with skin-busting force. Heathen's blood was splattered about the mat, barrier and even the ring apron.
Then, all of the sudden, it was over.
Envy fell forward and rolled off Heathen's left side. Laid out in the blood of his rival.
Hickey stood over both of them. She had wound the chain around her hand and simply dropped it on the back of Envy's head. She stood there in the blood of this war and sobbed. Unable to get away, even though she very badly wanted too.
We see a dark scene, possibly a room backstage, it’s hard to tell. What we can see is a subtle light, possibly from a cellphone in the dark illuminating the face of the Extreme Champion, Saki. She looks to the camera, eyes a frightening black.
Saki:
Standing on the field of battle
Feels pointless to taunt and prattle
Death rattle
Glancing to the side at seemingly nothing Saki smiled and waved, though clearly nobody was there.
Saki:
She wants a Singapore street fight
Playing to her strengths she thinks, right?
The two-tone tyrant points to herself and giggles a little as she steps out from the darkness into the hallway of the arena, that same eerie look in her eyes. Fingers slowly tracing along the wall as she walked. Tapping her chest with her free hand as she continued.
Saki:
Saki Singapore Mauler
Saki Millenium shot-caller
Blood will be spilled on the Millenium alter
You can bet your bottom dollar
Saki is home in the street
And violence is her treat
Come at me looking to compete
End up like mincemeat
The lunatic stopped at a vending machine, seeing her reflection, licking her lips.
Saki:
You wanted to play the game
But you forgot my name
I raised the level, upped the stakes
Come tonight you will pump the breaks
Finally, Saki looks to the camera and her smile fades to a cold look.
Saki:
The goal is to be supreme
But to do so, you must go....extreme
Like a sadist’s wet dream...
And with that Saki steps away from view, as the camera goes to follow she’s gone, leaving just the sound of her giggles to be heard as we fade out.
Empire Extreme Championship
Singapore Deathmatch Street Fight Rules
Saki (c) VS Sephora Eastwick
The camera cut to the parking lot outside the Capital One Arena where the officials were making the last preparations for the Empire Extreme Championship Match. The two contenders, Saki and Sephora are dressed in street clothes and their hands are already taped and dipped in glue and glass shards. If a look could kill, Saki would be dead already. Eastwick had been staring at her all the time, you could tell by the look on her face she was dying to get her hands on the Kawaii Deathmachine and erase that unsettling smile from her face. Yes, the current champion was smiling, giggling even as her hands were now covered in glass, as per the stipulation. If anyone still had any doubt about her craziness, this should answer them. In a corner of the parking lot, a couple of ambulance could be spotted, just in case. And considering the history between these two, the chances they both were going to need it was almost a certainty. The referee raised the title high in the air. There was no bell sounding, but that was the only signal they needed to start trying each other apart. They started moving in circles, their guards up to protect their faces from the lethal punches. Sephora was the first one who tried to reach with a quick jab but Saki dodged it, just like she dodged the following attempts. At some point the champion lowered her guard, saying something that evidently went under Sephora’s skin since the Belle Of The Brawl mouthed a clear insult to Saki’s mother before swinging her right hand once again. The taunt played the desired effect, which was using Seph’s short temper against her and forcing her hand into making the first mistake of the match. It was easy in fact for Saki to duck it and throw her off balance with an elbow to the ribs, the same side she stabbed her in a week ago, sweeping the leg right after. And with Sephora down, it was just a matter of seconds before Saki was on top of her, finding an opening into her guard and grinding the back of her fist against her forehead, cutting her skin open. Blood started gushing from the lacerated skin, and the sight of it caused the Singapore Mauler to let out a wicked laughter, as she kept insisting on the same spot worsening the injury. Eastwick somehow managed to get her off herself with an elbow to the jaw. Struggling to get back on her feet, the challenger took a moment to wipe some blood off her eyes with her forearm, and Saki was immediately back on her charging with a superman punch. The blonde girl managed to move out of the way just in time. Her quick thinking and “street experience” allowed her to capitalize on the opponent missed opportunity with a kick to the kidneys. Seph wrapped her arm around the opponent’s neck from behind, punching her forehead with the free one repeatedly. It didn’t take long for Saki’s face to turn into a crimson mask. That, combined with the pressure around the neck, seemed to be draining her life away. The referee, being instructed by the concerned General Manager before the match, went to check on her, ready to stop the match. But Saki wasn’t out just yet, and with the last bit of strength managed to escape the hold and flipping Sephora on her back. The impact against the concrete is hard enough to keep Sephora down for the time Saki needed to recuperate some strength and start stomping the tattooed woman on her right arm. A sadistic grin appeared on the Singapore Mauler while Seph was holding her injured arm. Relentlessly, Saki put her boot on the wounded forehead and squashed her head under it. The move, although unorthodox, was as effective as it was simple, at least until Seph punched her on the calf. The glass shards cut through the champion’s long thighs, lacerating her skin. This didn’t stop her from keep pressing her foot on the wound, pushing through the pain. But when Seph caught her foot and tripped her over, Saki realized the mistake she made. Eastwick mounted on top of her, and a flurry of lefts and rights started raining down on the Extreme Champion, who raised her arms over her face in a last attempt to defend herself. A moment later her arms were a bloody mess, countless cuts, some looking quite deep, covering them. Sephora grabbed her by the air and pulled her back on her feet, headbuttting her for good measure. After a quick look around, she spotted a car not too far from where they were and tossed Saki in that direction. Somehow the champ reversed it, and it was Eastwick who ended up crashing through the windshield. Relentlessly the Kawaii Deathmachine climbed on the hood, determined to finish the job. Seph seemed barely conscious, a shard of glass stuck in her right cheek. Saki smiled down, hitting her with a fist. The referee was close to the action, watching the merciless champion punching the challenger once again. He was about to call the match, but Sephora shook her head. With a desperation move, she drove her hand on her side, right under the ribs. Once, twice, three times. The smile on Saki's face turned into an expression of shock as a red stain spread on her shirt. Moving away from the opponent, she held her side, trying to stop the blood loss. One moment later and Sephora was charging at her and hit her with a right hand. The champ was down, bleeding profusely from both her flank and her head. On her knees, Seph tried to drag herself into a cover. But it wasn't needed. The referee immediately called the paramedics to check on the unresponsive Saki, stopping the match and awarding Sephora with the Empire Extreme Championship. WINNER: Sephora Eastwick (New Champion) BY: Method, Time |
Paramedics quickly rushes to the scene, giving first aid to the now former champion. The referee hands the Empire Extreme Championship to Sephora, who literally collapsed on it. A second team of first responder checked on her conditions, as we cut back into the Arena.
The shot switches to one backstage, right away we can tell we’re in a locker room area. Scattered amongst chairs and actual sports lockers are the bags of gear of various members of Millenium Wrestling’s roster. In the corner is the object of the camera’s search. Seated on a chair is Christian Michaels finishing lacing his right boot. His brother Javen, sporting his rainbow-colored hair is leaning into the locker with a leg propped up on the seat; he too finishing lacing the boots.
Michaels glances up at the approaching camera and nudges his brother. Javen looks first to CM and then back at the camera. He turns faces us along with CM, now standing too.
CM:
Yawl it ain’t gonna be long now! We’re literally within minutes of finding out who your first Millenium Wrestling Tag Team champions are gonna be!
The brother kind of chuckle as Christian gesture between himself and Javen.
CM:
Naturally my brother and I feel like we’re gonna make this thing happen. Tonight feels like it’s gonna be our night! Our night to add some gold around our waists!
Javen is making the motion of a championship coming to his waist.
CM:
I know, I said that I *KNOW*!, that there’s three other teams in this building tonight bound an determined to stop it from happening. You got the team of my wife Kelsey Spencer and her longtime bestie Rebecca Saint; jointly known as The Uncanny Socialities lookin to add another brand new championship to their collection. And believe me folks when I tell ya there’s not a more accomplished team the entirety of this business right now.
There’s an obvious look of pride on the face of Michaels as he speaks of his wife and their friend.
Javen:
And then ya got Jetpack!
Adds the rainbow-haired of the two.
Javen:
Ya know these two, Penny and Jet, we ain’t the most familiar with them. But folks their pedigree tells us all that we need to know about them. Two times the In Your House Wrestling Federation champions?
It’s clear to see such an accomplishment impresses both brothers.
Javen:
Man that ain’t nothin to sneeze at. I’ve heard a LOT about how tough the competition down there in that promotion was. Seen a bunch of their shows when our circle of friends was growing. So we absolutely know, that these two are coming with it tonight!
Christian rubs his hands together before speaking again
CM:
Also opposing us is Omi and Neon, The Happy Few. Ladies and gentlemen watching at home let me tell ya that the phrase “Though she be little, she be fierce” is exceptionally true when it comes to these two. Coming from the land of the rising sun, these two lil gals are as fluent in that rough and tough, strong style as they are their native Japanese tongue. We’ve seen a few of their matches from the safety of a monitor and STILL we can feel the impact of some of their offense.
A big nod from Javen as he rubs his own chest a lil.
CM:
But folks I hope that hearing about how great our competition is doesn’t make you question us. My brother and I? We were born and raised in this business! Wrestling courses through our veins just like the blood through yours….We’ve been on the scene for years now, and a great many of you have recognized us and continued to support us from those times, but for those of you that are new to us? We mighta stumbled at first coming out the gates here in Millenium, but last week we found our footing. Just like my Dallas Cowboys, people counted us out and wrote us off. But we believed in the process, believed in US, and now we’re here where it matters…
Christian flashes a smirk.
CM:
Once again just like my beloved Cowboys. And tonight we’re gonna show the fans of Millenium Wrestling, all the other wrestling fans tuning in out of curiousity, and anybody else watching that we ain’t gonna be one an done either!
Javen:
Yeah! Ya know something yawl? Me and my brother ain’t exactly been a longtime team like some of our opponents….At least not as far as being an active tag team goes…. So besides being a champion with our buddy Duke Andrews elsewhere, we ain’t got some of the really kewl and spiffy tag team accolades as our opponents. But we changing that tonight! Tonight we’re making OUR NAMES bigger in the tag team scene! To night? Tonight WE are walking into this grand event and becoming THEE very first EVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVARRRRRR Millenium Wrestling Tag Team Champions!
Christian wraps an arm around his brother’s shoulder and pulls him in.
CM:
Hell yeah! To borrow and paraphrase from my Cowboys; We dem boyz! And we coming for that title!
The camera focuses on the nameplate on a locker room door. The nameplate in view reads 'Rayven Hardy' before the door swings open and there is the fan favorite, dressed in her ring gear with an ear to ear smile on her face as everyone in the Capital One Arena cheers for the 'Miracle'. Hardy puts both hands on her hips and looks directly into the camera.
Rayven Hardy:
Are you guys in a good mood tonight? I only ask that because I'm in an incredible mood myself.
The former world champion removes a hand from her hip, keeping one there as she laughs.
Rayven Hardy:
At the last event in Richmond, I did what needed to be done. I reminded Jason Hawk of who he used to be and why you guys used to support him, in very much the same way you support me now. When I ran down his list of accomplishments and handed him that championship that he took to another level, it was like a switch was flipped. I could see it in your eyes, Jason, the wrestler that I used to look up to? He's in there, and I'm getting the chance to wrestle him tonight in the Nation's Capital. Actually, take a look at this.
Rayven pushes her locker room door open, and on the tiny monitor in the locker room, you can see a classic Jason Hawk match playing.
Rayven Hardy:
Call it doing my research, or reliving my childhood, this is how I've spent my time since arriving to the Capital One Arena. I've been watching some of the greatest matches of your career, Jason, and I'm beyond thrilled to share the ring with you tonight. Just do me a favor? Win, lose, draw? When that final bell rings and the dust is settled? Let's give the fans a moment they will never forget. What do you say?
Rayven raises a questioning eyebrow.
Rayven Hardy:
I'll see you out there.
She winks at the camera and pulls her locker room door shut behind her, heading off down the hallway, with the match graphic now on the screen, the past versus the future, the Rayven versus the Hawk. Who will walk out victorious tonight?
Singles Match
Rayven Hardy VS Jason HawkJust like the first time, Emi Yamamoto was the referee for this match. You could tell by the look on the former wrestler's face that she was nervous, and rightfully so considering the threats she received from His Dying Majesty in more than one occasion. Jason on the other hand, seemed to have no issues with that. The Jason Hawk who walked down the ramp was serene, almost smiling. And he even showed Rayven some form of respect, quickly shaking her hand before the match started. The fans still remembered their first encounter, a quick paced back and forth match where Rayven barely, or not quite as the replay showed, got the better of Hawk with a roll-up. And this second bout was nothing less that that, with Rayven connecting with some armdrags and quickly transitiong in a submission moves. Jason rolled over, kipping up pack to his feet and twisting Ray's arm beginf her back in a hammerlock. He then spun her around, pulling her back right into a ripcord lariat. That was the first pinfall of the match but obviously not enough to keep Hardy down. The fans were firmly behind the young Hardy, helping her in the moment of need after Hawk nailed her with a piledriver. The reaction of the former world champion was immediate, and came in the form of a series of quick kicks, culminating in a springboard spin kick that knocked him down, She was quickly to dive into a cover, managing to get a two count out of it. Jason then rolled out of the ring to refocus and catch a break. At first Rayven taunted him to come back and fight, then she stepped on the apron outside and, after a short run, dove towards him wrapping her legs around his neck in a headscissor. The expert veteran blocked the move and turned it into a powerbomb on the apron, wasting no time to roll her back into the ring for yet another pinfall. Only two, said Emi. As the match went on, the first signs of frustartion started showing on Jason. No matter what he tried, nothing seemed to be enough to keep the 20 years old down. Helping herself with the ropes, Rayven pulled herself up. When Jason charged at him, she droped down lowering the top rope. Hawk landed on the apron, immediately swinging his right hand and missing the target as the SanFran miracle ducked it and connected with on of her own, following up with a kick to the temple. Hawk somehow held on the ropes and avoided the fall, at least momentarily, until Ray launched herself between the ropes with a spear. Both competitors were laying outside, and the referee started to count them both. Hardy was the first one on her feet followed two seconds later by Hawk. But at that time, the young girl was already perching on the top rope, diving onto him with a beautiful moonsault that sent the fans crazy and wiped out Jason. She rolled him back in the ring, barely beating the count, and immediately hooked. Jason didn't have the strength to kick out, but he managed to rest his foot on the rope, something the attentive referee didn't miss. The match was still going with Rayven in full control now, until she got caught by a jumoing knee. Then it was all Hawk, who connected with his patented spinning impaler (The Winds Of Change), then followed with the ZUUUUUUUUMA! (Running Riot Kick). That was it, Hardy was laying flat on her back and Hawk was ready for his Black Clouds Over Washington DC. A deep silence fell on the Capital One Arena when he hooked the leg after the Double Shooting Star Press, The sound of Emi's hand hitting the mat echoed in the building. Once. Twice, The third time never came, as Ray raised her shoulder just in time. Jason couldn't believe it and argued with Emi Yamamoto, yelling at her something along the lines of “You screwed me over”. The referee shook her head, resting her case and saying that it was just a two. This bought Hardy some precious time to recover and she surprised Jason with a roll up, the same move that got her the win in their first match. This time His Dying Majesty kicked out way before the three, popping up to his feet right into a spike hurricanrana from Rayven. The position was perfect, and the fans started chanting her name as she slowly climbed to the top rope. She took a deep breath, before jumping and landing on him with the Skittle Star Press, getting a great victory after an hard fought battle. WINNER: Rayven Hardy BY: Pinfall (Skittle Star Press), 10:38 |
Jared Idol: "She did it! Fair and square she pinned Jason Hawk"
Bea Torres: "And he can have no excuses this time. Rayven Hardy was just the better competitor tonight."
Rayven is soaking in the moment. A huge victory in her young career. The fans were going wild for her. She had done it. She had relinquished the big bad hawk. In the end the hero had prevailed, just like in any good fairytale. She was still breathing heavily from what had been an exhausting fight. But the charming smile never left her face. The fans were euphoric to see their hero win and she could feel it as she stepped up onto the turnbuckle. All the way from her toes to her fingertips to every strain of hair on her head.
Jared Idol:
A beautiful moment in Millennium history. Just look at how proud she is.
Bea Torres:
I am so proud of her! You go girl!
Jason Hawk is on his back looking at lights. The taste of honest defeat fresh in his mind. His mind was racing. There was always something he could pin any defeat on. Obviously because who in the world was better than the great Jason Hawk? Even the best can lose, but it was never his fault. There was always something else. The opponent got lucky, an incompetent referee or poor locker room facilities, all things that he could in no way defend himself from. But he didn’t feel any of those as he laid in the middle of the ring looking at the lights and listening to Fly by Nicki Minaj which had been playing for what seemed like an eternity. What was this feeling? Humility? Had he just been served a piece of the famous humble pie?
Jared Idol:
For as much of asshole he is, we saw tonight that Jason Hawk is every bit as good as he says he is.
Bea Torres:
Absolutely. I am sure that if he changes his attitude there will be titles in his future.
Rayven steps down from the corner and turns right into Jason who is back on his feet. A moment passes as they stand face to face. Rayven just smiles and offers him a handshake. Much to everyone’s surprise Jason shakes her hand. Just like she did a week ago she pats Jason on the chest where his heart is and says something that can’t be heard from the noise of the crowd. Rayven goes to leave but Jason doesn’t let go of her hand. Her smile fades and chants from the crowd die down. A moment of silence as Rayven prepares for the worst. But Jason raises her hand in victory and lets the crowd cheer for her one last time.
Jared Idol:
That is a changed man we see before us. Jason Hawk has turned over a new leaf.
Bea Torres:
I am tearing up, this is such a beautiful moment.
Rayven turns to Jason to hug him as a thank you but as she does Jason lays her out with a wicked clothesline. The crowd gasps, it had all been for show. Nothing had changed. As Jason paces around the ring pulling at his hair and mouthing things to himself in frustration the crowd start to boo him relentlessly. He stops to look at them. He flips them off which angers them even more as he sets up for something in the corner. Rayven is slowly getting back to her feet. Jason is shaking and yelling at her to get back to her feet. He charges in and hits her with his iconic flipping DDT and drops Rayven right on her head. She is out cold, but Jason grabs gets right in her face.
Jason Hawk:
You think you can embarrass me? Do you know who I am? I am the best in the world! No one before, no one now and no one will ever come close to my brilliance! Do you understand? I am the best in the world and you are NOTHING!!
He spits in her face and grabs her hair and drags her towards the bottom rope. He places her mouth around the bottom rope and steps a few steps back preparing to stomp on the back of her head.
“FUCK YOU HAWK! FUCK YOU HAWK! FUCK YOU HAWK!”
Rings around the arena and even Jared Idol and Bae Torres have joined in on the chants. Jason prepares to charge but stops as something springs to mind. He looks at the top rope and smiles. He climbs to the top and flips off the angered crowd once more before leaping off and stomping down on the back of Rayven’s head.
Jared Idol:
We are lucky that Rayven is in such peak physical condition or else that would have snapped her neck!
Bea Torres:
Why is no one stopping this mad man??? He is insane!!
There is a sadistic smile on the face of His Dying Majesty as he just sits over Rayven’s knocked out body. The crowd is ready to erupt. They are ready to riot. No longer are they just going to stand by as this lunatic does whatever he pleases. A very loud “DIE HAWK, DIE!” can be heard from a single fan before he throws his cup at Jason. This causes a domino effect as more fans join in on the chant and start throwing whatever they have in their hands at Jason. Programs, cups, signs, chairs and everything they can get their hands on gets thrown towards the ring. All while Jason just sits in the ring and lets the abuse and objects rain down over him. There aren’t any chants going on either. This crowd is too heated to muster up any organized chants. They are just shouting abuse at Jason.
Jared Idol:
I’ve never heard such a furious crowd. I can’t even make any sense what they are saying! This is pure hatred.
Fans:
DIE HAWK, DIE!
Jason is still sitting in the ring with the same sadistic smile on his face. He starts to laugh as he can do them one better. He grabs Rayven by the hair and places her mouth around the bottom rope just like before but this time he rolls out of the ring. He searches for something under the and then pulls out a shiny object.
Jared Idol:
BLOODY HELL!!! THAT IS A FUCKING AXE!!
Bea Torres:
HE IS A PSYCHOPATH, HE DOESN’T BELONG IN MILLENNIUM, HE BELONGS BEHIND BARS!!
Jason keeps laughing as he dangles the axe in front of Rayven’s face who doesn’t even realize what is going on.
Jason Hawk
Wanna embarrass me again? I dare you to do it! This is what you get! I FUCKING HATE YOU!
He screams in her face. He slings the axe up on his shoulder but before he can enter the ring he is tackled down from behind my security. They were quick to act as soon as they saw the axe, they charged down the ramp in the full force to prevent any further damage. As they bring Jason back to his feet, he manages to fight them off just enough to get in Rayven’s face one last time.
Jason Hawk:
I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!
He screams before security drags him back up the ramp.
Jason Hawk:
DO YOU HEAR ME? I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!! I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT BECAUSE I AM THE BEST IN THE WORLD!!!
Back in the ring Rayven is slowly getting back to her senses as EMTs attend to her. They are being extra careful as they don’t if are neck has taken any significant damage, which means that as she opens her eyes, she is starring straight at the axe that came ever so close to ending her life.
The cameras switch to somewhere backstage at the Capital One Arena, and to the sight of Chloe Collins with microphone in hand. Stood next to Chloe, dressed in her ring attire and looking self-assured ahead of her upcoming match, is Selina Metzger.
Chloe Collins
After the run-ins that you have had with Luna in the past month, and after the words that you and her have exchanged, things are about to come to a head here tonight, Selina, as the two of you meet once more, but this time with the Lockdown Championship on the line. How much are you looking forward to this match?
Selina Metzger
Only slightly more than any other match, Chloe.
There is a wry smile from Selina, which belies her understated tone of voice.
Selina Metzger
I’ve been awaiting this match keenly for seven days now, since it was confirmed last Wednesday. It’s a match that Luna tried to avoid, it’s an opportunity for me that she tried to convince people I don’t deserve, and now, it’s almost time - time for me to get my hands on her, and then on that belt.
She pauses to take a breath, before continuing.
Selina Metzger
You know, when I first crossed paths with Luna, four weeks ago, as she was telling an assortment of stagehands and a few lucky fans about how great she is, I wouldn't have expected that to lead to a match between me and her, let alone three. But here we are, Chloe, like you said, moments away from me challenging Luna for the Lockdown Championship, and having come this far, I suppose I might as well go the whole the way, and take her title from her.
The smile that was previously on Selina’s face has now been replaced by more of a smirk.
Chloe Collins
As you just mentioned, this will be the third time in as many shows that you and Luna have been opponents, and with you having pinned her in both of your previous encounters, I’m assuming you must be confident of repeating that and of leaving here as the new Lockdown Champion.
Selina responds with a nod of her head.
Selina Metzger
You assume correctly, Chloe. But even if Luna and I hadn’t already been opponents twice, and this was the first match between the two of us, I would still be stood here confident about my chances of winning. As it is though, I’ve already shown everyone that Der Übermensch is superior to the so-called Star Of The Night, and I’ll do so for a third time very soon.
Chloe Collins
This will of course be your second time competing for a title in Millennium, following the last pay-per-view event, when you came close to winning the Cloud Gate Championship. Now, I know you told me afterwards that you had gotten over that particular loss by the following day, but even so, would winning the Lockdown Championship make up for what happened at Deep-Six?
Now Selina shakes her head.
Selina Metzger
Not really. I would be happy to have this match with Luna even if her title wasn’t at stake.
She then follows that statement by letting out a sigh.
Selina Metzger
After I earned the opportunity to challenge for a title of my choice at Deep-Six, it could’ve been the Lockdown title that I fought for that night, but instead, the Cloud Gate title was the one that I opted for, as that was the one that I wanted... and it’s one that I still have aspirations of winning, eventually.
She runs a hand through her newly-blonde hair.
Selina Metzger
Winning the Lockdown title wouldn’t make up for not winning the Cloud Gate title - one wouldn’t be a substitute for the other. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want to win the Lockdown Championship though - I do, although not so much because I want it for myself, but more because I know what that title means to Luna, and so I want to deprive her of it.
Chloe Collins
This match means more to you than simply winning the Lockdown Championship then?
Selina shrugs her shoulders.
Selina Metzger
Yeah, it… to put it bluntly, I suppose it’s about me getting to shut Luna up.
Another smile appears on her face.
Selina Metzger
There are a few people around here - at least - who ought to quit running their mouths. Later on tonight, Tiffany Tompkins gets to take care of Britty Kane, but before that, I’m going to deal with Luna. And as I showed last week, I won’t even need the full fifteen minutes. I will be the next Lockdown Champion. Darauf können Sie wetten.
Selina gives a wink, before then walking off, and as she does so, the camera cuts away.
Lockdown Championship
15 Minutes Of Stardom
15 Minutes Of Stardom
Luna (c) VS Selina Metzger
After getting an impressive win in less than twelve minutes one week ago, Selina walked into this match as the clear favorite, and with the unconditioned support of the fans. When the two contenders met in the middle of the ring and the referee raised the title in the air, the characteristic smug of the current champion faded. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Selina had her number, and she proved it in more than one occasion. If she wanted to walk out with the Lockdown Championship still around her waist, she had to play it smart. Which didn't translate in trying to run, a strategy that didn't pay off last week. Her gameplan was to wait, after all it was Selina who had to beat her. And the German knew it as well, but her attempts to catch the Lockdown Champion always seemed to fail, mostly because Luna had done her homework since their last meeting, finding a counter to every move Metzger tried and every now and then surprising her with some quick kicks. When the challenger finally caught her leg, Luna promptly countered with an enziguri, following up with a dropkick that sent Selina through the ropes and outsie. The champion waited in the middle of the ring with a big smile on her face, rolling under the bottom rope when Selina slid back in. In a repeat of what we saw last week, Luna started running around, chased by the opponent. Round of boos rained down on the current champion, turning into loud cheers when, just like last time, Selina eventually caught her before she could slide back in the ring This little game earned the champ a minute or two, but she paid a big price for it when the amazon powerbombed her on the apron. Quickly bringing her back inside the ring, Metzger went for the cover, only getting a count of two. Shooting a quick glance at the time left, Selina picked Luna up and threw her in the corner, charging at her land smashing her with a massive European Uppercut. Not done yet, she sat her on the top rope, ready for an avalanche belly to belly. Luna fought hard,defending herself with a couple of headbutts that got the job done, knocking the former powerlifter down on the mat. After getting a near fall from the beautiful corckscrew senton, Luna went back to her game plan, letting time flow and waiting for Selina to stand up.The champion showed her Krav Maga background with precise kicks and devastating knees as counters to Metzger offensive moves. This tactic was frustrating the Ubermensch, especially when she realized that we were quickly approaching the ten mintes mark. This frustartion found its outlet when Selina, after kicking out from a codebreaker/standing shooting star press combination, ducked the right hook from the champion and wrapped her arms around her waist for a first German suplex. Two more followed, the last one with a bridge that almost got her the win. And finally the challenger had the champion right where she wanted her, wearing her down with stiff forearms before connecting a pumphandle powerbomb. Luna somehow kicked out from that too, but the momentum was completely on the challenger end. Sending her against the ropes, Selina now went for a samoan drop, but Luna slid away, countering with a superkick. The challenger stumbled back and hit the ropes, bouncing back with a lariat that almost took her head off. With less than a minute to spare, The Ubermensch picked her up, trying to lift her over her shoulders. Luna desperately fought back, literally hanging on her thighs. Finally Selina won the resistence and picked her up, but before she could drop her with the Elbe Valley Driver the bell rang. WINNER: Draw (still champion: Luna) BY: Time Limit, 15:00 |
Jared idol: "And it's over! Luna manages to walk out of Imperium with the Lockdown Championship still around her waist!"
Bea Torres: "This is not fair!"
Jared Idol: "How is not? She didn't break any rules, she played smart."
Bea Torres: "Bullcrap..."
June Oikawa:
Millennium Wrestling stretched its hand across the globe to find the best tag teams. That hand reached California. That hand reached Tennessee and Georgia. That hand reached the burrows of New York. And that hand reached Settsu.
The picture comes to life. The darkness of the night time sky is broken up by the bright pink neon sign that’s plaster on the building’s forefront. Those meager rays bounce down and illuminate OMI, June, and NEON. The two sisters are dressed in black pants suits. And judging by the looks on their faces? They aren’t about the shits.
June Oikawa:
The company found one of its greatest assets in Settsu. I’m speaking about The Happy Few, of course. The team that has been at the center of this entire tournament. The team that will be crowned the first Millennium Tag Team Champions. And the team that will ultimately revolutionize the division within Millennium Wrestling.
A snort comes from NEON before she speaks.
NEON:
人々が間違っていることを証明するのは良いことです。
June nods her head.
June Oikawa:
NEON says that it feels great to prove people wrong. I imagine it does. Because let’s be honest, The Happy Few have be judged and looked down upon since their arrival. Mr. Kane and Ms. Reeves thought oh so very poorly of OMI and NEON. And then they lost by submission, definitely. Zooey and Stone force this contrived narrative of “who hits harder.” Well, Stone got what little brains he had scrambled with a rolling elbow before he was dropped on his head. Another sound victory for OMI and NEON.
She takes a second.
June Oikawa:
Brothers McMillion. Jetpack. Uncanny Socialites. You have all made it this far. Congratulations. Bring your skills. Bring your talent. But I predict that you will all fall. If you are anything like the other teams, you will underestimate these two warriors. And that will be your fatal downfall.
OMI speaks up.
OMI:
勝利は我々のものです。
June nods once more.
June Oikawa:
OMI says that victory belongs to The Happy Few. It is time for everyone to come to terms of their greatness. And I couldn’t agree more.
The camera slowly fades out.
Millennium Tag Team Championship
Fatal 4-way Elimination
Fatal 4-way Elimination
Jetpack VS Happy Few VS Uncanny Socialites VS Brothers McMillion
This was one of the most awaited match of the night, the culmination of a tournament that lasted a month and brought to Millennium some of the best tag teams in the world. The four winners of the respective brackets met tonight in the ring for the historical chance to be crowned the first ever Millennium Tag Team Champions. Starting the match off were the two teams that, according to many, had the biggest chance of walking out with the gold tonight. Rebecca Saint for the Uncanny Socialites and Jet Blanchard for Jetpack. No strangers to each other, having crossed paths in IYHWF before, the two competitors started pacing around in circles and locked up in the middle of the ring. After trading a few hold, Saint came out on top from the exchange with the her arms wrapped arounf Jet's head, dropping him on the mat with a headlock takedown. Blanchard quickly slid out of it and went for a dropkick, parried by Rebecca. They both went from a run, hitting the ropes and trying to hit each other with a crossbody. The tremendous impact tchest against chest left both competitors lating down for a few moments, before they started crawling to their respective corners. With Kelsey and Penny entering the match, the pace picked up. Spencer contered an irish whip and sent Kaplan in the corner, following up with a monkey flip that saw the member of Jetpack landing on her feet. Kel charged at her with a clothesline, once again dodged by the former two time IYHWF Champion with a matrix style movement. The Blue Thunder stopped her momentum and turned right into a Pele Kick that sent her stumbling backwards to the McMillions corner. Her husband, Christina Michaels took the tag and entered the ring, locking horns with the blonde girl. The bigger experience allowed him to slow down the opponent, controling the pace of the match and keeping the pressure on Penny with quick tags and team moves, such as the Catapult-O-Doom that saw CM launching Penny right into a spear from his brother and that almost caused the first elimination of the match Penny kicked out, desperately in need for a tag. With Jet being on the opposide side of town, she taggd herself out to a surprised Rebecca Saint, who stepped in the ring against Javen, in what looked like a rematch from three weeks ago. And just like their previous encounter, the action was extremely pleasant, a contrast between Javen's daredevil style and Becky's more direct offense. The McMillion even tried to steal one with a roll-up but Saint wasn't caught off guard. Standing up she said something to Javen, who just shrugged before swinging his right hand. Becky ducked under it and dropped him on his back with a Saito Suplex, following up with a Standing Moonsault for a count of two. Without wasting any time, feeling the momentum on her side, Saint picked him up and tossed him against the ropes, launching him over her head with a backbody drop. Unseen by the Socialite, OMI touched Javen's back the moment he hit the ropes, tagging herself in. Kelsey tried to warn her but when Rebecca turned around, She walked right into the Super Cyclone, a Tornado Kick that knocked her out. Rumchata Ayano: “The Uncanny Socialites have been eliminated!” The unreal silence that followed the referee's count was interrupted by the voice of the ring announcer. The first team to fall was the the most credited to win the titles.OMI smirked looking at the remaining team and motioning any of them to come get some. Jet stepped in and, carefully approaching the member of the Happy Few, well aware of how dangerous her kicks could be. And it didn't take long for him to feel them, when OMI rocked him with a Spinning Heel Kick. The Typhoon gave the tag to her partner and NEON brought her unique offense into this match, including the trademark Northern Lights Suplex into a double footsomp. Instead of going for the cover, she gave further proof of her ability with the Umeda Skyline (Best Moonsault Ever), this time hooking the leg Jet barely lifted a shoulder before the three, but things weren't looking too good for him and Jetpack, with the Happy Few working perfectly as a unit with quick tags, keeping him away from Penny. A solid plan that was working perfectly until the moment when Christian Michales tagged Jet when the country boy landed close to his corner after a German Suplex. CM walked in into a rarely seen fire in his eyes, dropping the Japanese down with a back elbow. As soon as OMI got back on her feet, he kicked her in the gut and spiked her with a snap ddt. OMI managed to create some separation with a headbutt, unleashing a flurry of palm strikes, followed by a spinning backfist and ending with a jumping knee (Eye Of The Storm). The Happy Few seemed to be adding another victim to their list tonight, but Javen dove in and broke the pinfall. Both CM and OMI made the tag at the same time, after an exchange of stiff shots in the middle of the ring. Javen came in with a rolling elbow, inviting NEON to stand up and take her shot, ducking the right hand and catching her with a neckbreaker, to which he followed up with a legdrop and a pinfall attempt. After weathering the storm, NEON took control, courtesy of her Catalyst Toll (Helm Knee Strike). Javen kicked out, keeping his team's hopes alive, at least for now. Because NEON wasn't going to stop, obviously. She stomped his chest repeteadly, making sure he'd stay down while she went once again for the Umeda Skyline. Javen raised his knees to counter the moonsault, and quickly rolled her up, grabbing a handful of thighs and stealing the pinfall. Rumchata Ayano: The Happy Few have been eliminated! Yesterday, the Brothers McMillion were considered the outsiders, the weak link in this match and, most likely, the first candidate to be eliminated. Now they were one of the last two teams standing, with only Jetpack standing on her way from writing their name in the records as the first ever Millennium Tag Team Champions, culmination of the most classic of the underdog stories. But the last obstacle looked a lot like a mountain. Javen and Christian were visibly proven from the fight against the Few, their age and all the small knots endured through the years seemingly catching up all at once. Especially now that we were almost 20 minutes into the match. Especially against a fresher and younger opponent like Penny, who had quite some time to recover and entered the ring cleaning house, knocking Javen out with a lariat and pushing Christian off the apron with a dropkick, before turning her attention once again to the younger brother who was getting back on his feet and kicking him in the gut, setting him up for a falcon arrow that almost got her the win. Javen created himself an opening with a jawbreaker, trying to reach his brother. Penny was able to grab him by the waist before he could make the tag, bringing him back in the middle of the ring with a german suplex. Dragging him back to his feet, Kaplan gave the tag to her partner. Everyone in the Capital One Arena knew what was coming next. The Lift Kit, a combination of Jet's Springboard Lariat and Penny's spinning elbow drop. The fans counted along with the referee, while PenPen made sure that Christian Michaels couldn't save his brother. The ref's hand touched the mat a third time, and the bell instantly rang, Jetpack are the first ever Millennium Tag Team Champions. WINNER: Jetpack (New Champions) BY: Pinfall (Lift Kit), 21:25 |
Jared Idol: "It's over!! Jetpack made history tonight!"
Bea Torres: "Congratulations to the new champions! I still can't get over the fact that Uncanny Socialites were the first to get eliminated..."
Jared Idol: "That speaks volume on the quality of the teams involved. The Happy Few caught them off guard, only to fall for one of Javen's oldest tricks."
Bea Torres: "It's true, when the stakes are so high, the slightest distraction can be fatal. Anyway, well done Penny and Jet!"
Jared Idol: "Looks like you owe $100 Bea."
Bea Torres: "I said $10!"
Jared Idol: "True, but you said it ten times... Do the math."
The camera takes us backstage, precisely inside the locker room Melissa Reeves is sharing with her boyfriend Christopher Kane. Both ot them looks serious, extremely focused on their match tonight. Especially the former Liberty and Vengeance champion, who put her career on the line against the boss herself. Mel is massagging her right knee, targeted multiple times in the previous weeks by the Diamond Princess' attacks, needless to say, the weak point where she'll be focusing her attacks tonight.
Christopher Kane:
Hey Mel...
Whatever he wanted to say gets interrupted by the door slamming open. The imposing figure of Dane Archer walks into the locker room, clearly looking for Reeves. Kane quickly stands up ad put himself between the behemoth and his girlfriend. A valiant gesture immediately pays for, when Archer tosses him against the wall. Melissa tries to defend herself, but the brute easily overpowers her, taking her down with a right hand to the jaw and stomping the injured knee, multiple times, each and everyone followed by Reeves screams of pain.He then grabs her leg and slams the knee against the bench, stepping over the leg one last time before leaving through the door. As the security arrives on the scene, we cut to commercial.
Christopher Kane:
Hey Mel...
Whatever he wanted to say gets interrupted by the door slamming open. The imposing figure of Dane Archer walks into the locker room, clearly looking for Reeves. Kane quickly stands up ad put himself between the behemoth and his girlfriend. A valiant gesture immediately pays for, when Archer tosses him against the wall. Melissa tries to defend herself, but the brute easily overpowers her, taking her down with a right hand to the jaw and stomping the injured knee, multiple times, each and everyone followed by Reeves screams of pain.He then grabs her leg and slams the knee against the bench, stepping over the leg one last time before leaving through the door. As the security arrives on the scene, we cut to commercial.
Singles Match
Christopher Kane VS SEROA battered and visibly concerned Christopher Kane walked to the ring to settle his differences with the leader of the Happy Few SERO, who sworn in the past few days, with the blessing of the Millennium owner Grace van Beek, that he'll put down the 22 years old tonight. The unpleasant visit by Dane Archer earlier tonight was definitely affecting Kane, not much physically (sure, the head was hurting but it wasn't a crippling injury) but mentally. His girlfriend's conditions, and the awareness that despite the banged up knee nothing was going to take her away from stepping in the ring tonight, not even with her career on the line, were troubling him, taking away his focus from the task at hand. And that was something you can't afford with someone as dangerous as the Youngbloods Iron Rougarou champion, who didn't waste any time to give CK a rough wake up call in the from of a stiff forearm shot on the jaw. The match was a hard hitting contest right off the bat, as easily predictable. SERO dominated the first part, relentlessly hitting Christopher with those deadly kicks and strikes, picking him up everytime he got knocked down without even trying a pinfall, looking to crush his spirit as well as his body. Three minutes in and Chris found himself on the ropes, both literally and figuratively. The referee separated PANTERA from Kane, buying the second generation wrestler some time before the massacre could continue. With a snapmare, the japanese wrestler dropped Kane to a seating position, taking a few steps back and connecting with a superkick to the back of the head that looked like an execution. Chris fell down, face first on the canvas. This time SERO rolled him on his back and coverd him with a lateral press, a devious grin on his face when Chris lifted a shoulder, showing he still had some fight in him. It's hard to tell what happens in cases like this, but despite all the punishment he went through in the first part of the match, an absolute display of dominance by the Panther King, Christopher found something in him, a sparkle that pushed him to fight back, answering hit after hit to the latest brawl in the middle of the ring. This intense exchange brought to life the Capital One Arena, with the fans obviously rallying behind Chris. A vicious elbow strike from SERO rocked CK a few steps back and silenced the crowd once again as they saw their favorite dropping on one knee and holding the jaw. But they exploded in cheers as soon as Chris shook his head, determined on not giving up yet and charged at the opponent, taking him down with a Thesz Press and unloading a endless series of lefts and rights. One of those punches busted SERO's lips. The small injury didn't really affect the Panther King, who actually seemed amused and pleased by the opponent veheement reaction. Licking the blood on his lips, the leader of The Few swung his right leg for a lightning quick kick, parried by Chris with his arm. Kane controlled the match in this part, showing some new offense to his arsenal like when he lifted SERO for a suplex and dropped him head first on his extended knee. But it was one of his trademark move that almost scored the win, the Clickety Clack (Shining Triangle) he locked the opponent catching him off guard after pretending tobe out cold from a Roundhouse Kick. PANTERA was struggling to break free from the submission, but years of practice almost made Christopher perfect, and despite his best attempts, the japanese wasn't able to break free. It had been a good minte since SERO was locked in, and he was starting to fade. The refere checke on him, raising his arm and letting it fall, and doing it again after there was no response from PANTERA the first time. This time SERO reacted, not only stopping his arm from falling, but digging down deep and finding the strength to lift Kane and drop him against the corner with a one armed buckle bomb. The impressive feat of strength took a lot put of SERO who was catching his breath, glancing at Kane sitting in the corner. The 22 years old took another nasty blow to the back of his head, and seemed out of it, his eyes wide open staring at nothing. This was a perfect chance for SERO to finish the match. And that he did, picking a stunned CK up and starting to unload a devastating series of MMA elbows, a move he calls Minazuki which rougly translates to All Thing's End. And it certainly was the end for Christopher Kane tonight, knocked out in the middle of the ring by PANTERA. The cover was only a technicality. WINNER: SERO BY: Pinfall (Minazuki), 11:27 |
Jared Idol: "Impressive."
Bea Torres: "Ugh... if it wasn't for Dane Archer..."
Jared Idol: "Maybe you're right, maybe not. But there's a reason why SERO is the Iron Rougarou champion. And he proved it tonight."
The arena fades into darkness, an eerie mist flowing throughout the air. On the titantron stands a man donning a black morph suit, his expression unseen to the audience. He tilts his head and stares ominously at the camera lens.
The Misery:
For many years, The Misery has been searching for one man. This man, ruined the career of The Misery’s former self. What you see before you, on this screen, is the evolution of said former self. The Misery first of all must thank this man, because if not for him, The Misery would never have seen the darkness hidden by the light.
The camera backs up, and reveals a bright, white wall behind The Misery that only makes him stand out even more.
The Misery:
However, despite The Misery's gratitude that does not mean The Misery does not wish to exact his revenge. It does not mean The Misery does not wish to inflict pain to this man so severe his cries of pain become pleas for mercy. The Misery wishes to ruin this man's life, just as he did The Misery’s former self.
The Misery roughly rubs a hand over his head, and tilts it to the other side.
The Misery:
That is why The Misery is here…
This man The Misery speaks of, does not compete here. In fact, The Misery has yet to find anywhere this man does compete. For years The Misery has searched. The Misery has travelled the globe in order to find him. It began to feel as if The Misery would never find him. That was until The Misery walked into a store to buy his raw meats and came across a wrestling magazine that caught his eye…
On the cover were two people The Misery once knew. Two people The Misery once worked with. Two people who had close ties to the man who The Misery seeks for vengeance…
The Misery picked up the magazine without a second thought, and flipped to the page featuring an interview for these two people. Thus, The Misery learned that these two people were now working for none other than Millennium Wrestling.
The Misery lets out a cackle, an unseen smile of sinistry behind his mask so clear that the mask is no longer an obstacle for the audience to understand his emotion.
The Misery:
As a child, The Misery’s former self found himself very much enthralled by the classic tale of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. You see, despite all odds Charlie Bucket finally comes across his golden ticket concealed within the wrapper of a chocolate bar. The magazine, was The Misery’s chocolate bar. And the two people interviewed inside are The Misery’s golden ticket. It truly is… uncanny. The sweet taste of revenge is so close…
With swift motion, The Misery raises his hand towards his face and an audible tear in his mask echoes. He reveals in his hand a swiss army knife and a hole where The Misery’s mouth is becomes obvious.
The Misery:
The Misery can almost taste it…
The Misery slowly sticks his tongue out of the hole and takes a long lick at the air in front of him. He then grins a yellow-toothed grimace and the video package vanishes.
Cloud Gate Championship
2/3 Falls
Britty Kane (c) VS Tiffany Tompkins
The bell rings as the two long time rivals rush at one another. Britty and Tiffany hammer each other back and forth with no point of a feeling out process. The larger Kane is able to push Tompkins away before backing into a corner and putting her body through the ropes, forcing Tiffany to stay away. The Cloud Gate Champion smiles and takes her time to step back to the center of the ring. The two now glare at one another after the opening flurry of shots, Britty pointing to her chin and telling Tiffany to take her best possible shot. Tompkins, feeling like she’s being mocked yet again, rears back and knocks Britty on her ass with a hard right hand! The Cloud Gate Champion falls on her rear end and backs up into the corner, yelling that was a closed fist and should be a disqualification. Tompkins tells her to stop her whining and fight already. Kane fires back with a grow a few inches you fucking midget. The crowd sees the anger in Tiffany rising as she rushes into the corner only to have Britty move out the way. Kane tries to get a few elbow shots in but the challenger has it scouted. Tiffany lays in with some kicks to Kane’s ribs, causing the champing to howl in pain. Tiffany doesn’t waste much time and stays on her rival by pulling her out of the corner and summoning her strength to hit a snap suplex on the champion. Tompkins waits for Britty to sit up before kicking her right in the small of the back, the echo going through the arena. A second kick follows as the crowd throws their support behind the challenger. A third kick now as Britty tells the challenge to stop it already. Tiffany doesn’t say anything, rather she bounces off the ropes and drives a knee into the champion’s face. Tompkins goes for a cover and hooks a leg. One! Two!! Noooo a kickout by Kane. Tiffany darts a look at the referee before pulling Kane back up. Tiffany peppers her with elbows and kicks all over the body before bouncing off of the ropes. A single leg dropkick connects and another cover follows for the challenger. One! Tw-- Britty gets a shoulder up and tries to roll out of the ring but Tiffany grabs hold of Kane’s top and just straight headbutts her in the back on the head. The crowd groans as Tiffany pulls Britty up and whips her across the ring again. Kane bounces back into a spin kick to the stomach as a neckbreaker follows. She doesn’t cover but instead grabs Britty’s arm and tries to apply an armbar but Kane using her longer legs, is able to drape one across the bottom rope, forcing a break of the hold. Tiffany curses under her breath and sighs. Kane takes the chance to roll out of the ring for a little bit of a break from the early attack of her challenger. Tiffany looks for a moment before spotting Britty on the floor. She is quick to dart of the ring, wanting to best her rival in the middle of the ring twice tonight. Britty rolls backwards as Tiffany gives a little chase. Kane gets to her knees and tries to beg off Tiffany who wants none of it as she kicks Britty right in the chest once and then twice as the count is up six. Tompkins slides in and out of the ring to break it before kicking back at Britty again. Britty is half past dead as Tiffany drags her back up and tries to roll her in the ring but Kane rolls back out again. Tompkins growls as Britty rests against the ring post. Tiffany throws a right hand but Britty ducks as the challenger strikes the ring post! Britty takes a moment as her rival shows some pain before grabbing her arms and ramming her head first into the ring post! Kane doesn’t let go as she does it again and again until Tompkins is slumped against the ring apron. Britty breaks the 10 count by going in and out of the ring, as she then rolls Tiffany back in. Britty covers her challenger with a grin on her face. One! Two!! Nope! Tiffany kicks out with some authority. Britty looks at the ref and says a few choice words before pulling Tompkins back up. Britty lifts her with some ease and suplexes her down to the mat before doing it a second time. Another cover follows. One! Tw--- Kickout again by Tompkins. Britty shakes her head and slaps Tiffany in the face, almost as an insult. Kane pulls her rival back up and whips her into the ropes. Britty uses a huge hip toss to keep Tompkins down. Britty tries to get her into one of the Pandalocks, but Tiffany is able to have enough wits about her to scramble to the ropes. Britty yanks her back towards the middle of the ring and tries it again but once more Tiffany is able to get to the ropes before anything can really get put on. Britty shakes her head and stomps on the head of her rival and tells her to stop it. Britty tries a third time to lock one of her holds in but Tiffany rolls her up into a small package! One! Two!! Thre--- Nooooo! Britty barely kicks out of the surprise pin. Kane pulls Tiffany up after kicking out and does a surprising powerbomb to her smaller rival. Instead of covering, Britty goes out of the ring, quite livid and grabs the Cloud Gate Championship. Britty rolls back into the ring as the ref warns her what will happen if she uses that title. The champion tells him to shut the fuck up and waits for Tiffany to get up. Once Tompkins does, Britty runs full force and smacks her with the title! The ref calls for the bell and awards the first fall to the challenger, the crowd roaring for the fact but then boos Britty for such a disgusting tactic. Britty tosses the title down and glares at Tiffany before dropping down and covering her. One! Two!! Three!!! The bell rings again as Britty gets to her feet and is announced as the winner of the second fall. The crowd continues to boo the Cloud Gate Champion who goes back towards a corner and waits for Tiffany to get into a seated position. The crowd senses what’s coming as Britty smirks and explodes with DEATHKICK, STEALING HER RIVAL’S MOVE! Tiffany is back on the canvas as Britty encourages the hate being thrown on her by placing a single boot on Tiffany’s chest. One! FUCK YOUR SHIT AS TIFFANY KICKS OUT AT ONE AND BOY IS SHE FUCKING LIVID. Britty scoots back as Tompkins gets up to her feet with a glare that could cut through 10000 people. Britty begs for forgiveness again as Tiffany tells her to shut the fuck up and eat it WITH A DEATH KICK OF HER OWN! Britty looks out as Tiffany shakes her head still livid. Tompkins goes into the corner and waits for Britty get back to a kneeling position before going for another Death Kick BUT KANE IS ABLE TO CATCH IT AND COUNTER IT INTO THE PANDALOCK! The crowd gets to their feet as Tiffany tries to struggle to the ropes but Britty has it locked in deep as she yells at her rival to tap out! Tiffany slowly begins to fade like she did at Madison Square Garden back at Heroes & Cons. Time passes by as Tiffany has stopped moving. Britty grins as the ref lifts Tiffany’s arm as it falls once. The ref does it again, falls to the mat. The crowd begins to boo as the hand falls for a third time but as the ref goes to ring the bell TIFFANY GRABS ONTO THE PANT LEGS AND TELLS THEM NOT TO RING THE BELL! The crowd shoots to their feet as Britty can’t believe it. Summoning all her might, Tiffany is able to maneuver around and REVERSE THE PANDALOCK INTO THE PANDALOCK BETA! Britty is howling in pain. Tiffany wrenches the hold as Britty is able to free herself and grab onto the ropes. Tiffany lets the hold go and goes on her knees, breathing heavily. The two long time rivals both get to their feet and glare at one another from across the ring. Britty and Tiffany meet in the middle and begin to exchange hard elbows almost resetting one another. Britty gets the advantage after poking Tiffany right in the eyes! As the challenger can’t see, Britty rolls her up and grabs the tights! One! Two!! Threeee----- NOOOOO!!!!!!! TIFFANY KICKS OUT OF THE PIN. KANE CAN’T BELIEVE IT! Everyone is standing as another one of Kane’s tricks have failed her. She is nearly in tears thinking that was going to be it. She drags Tompkins up before stomping on the back of her head, nailing her with a roaring elbow and then hitting a bicycle knee to complete what she calls The Tribute! With Tiffany out, Kane covers hooking both legs. One! Twoo!! KICKOUT AGAIN! Britty gets up and shoves the ref into the corner asking what the hell is going on with the count knowing she had it that time. As she keeps bickering with the ref Tiffany is back to her feet and waits for Kane to turn around. Kane turns right around into a huge spinebuster as Tiffany yells loudly. She goes into the corner and waits for Britty to be seated before taking her head off with another Death Kick. She picks Britty back up and does it a second time! The crowd roars as Tiffany looks to the top rope and slowly begins to climb up. She steadies herself and exhales before leaping off with the Thrillkiller! Tiffany scoots back and covers Britty, hooking both legs as the crowd counts along. ONE! TWO!! THREEEEEEEE!!!!! The bells rings as Tiffany rolls off of her long time rival and sits there as “Very Ape” begins to blare through the arena. WINNER: Tiffany Tompkins (New Champion) BY: Pinfall (Thrillkiller), 20:04 |
Tompkins sits there as a smile forms on her face as she gets to her feet and yells in joy. The crowd chants her name as she goes to the top rope and throws her arms out in celebration. Before the referee can hand her the newly won Cloud Gate Championship, Britty Kane snatches it away and looks at it.
She glances up at Tiffany holds the title out for her to take, nodding her head in respect for her long time rival. Britty says something inaudible as Tiffany takes the Cloud Gate Championship. Tompkins looks at her championship with a grin on her face as she continues to celebrate her huge win over a longtime rival and becoming the new Millennium Wrestling Cloud Gate Champion.
Bea Torres: "Oh my God! She did it! SHE DID IT!"
Jared Idol: "What a match between these two young ladies! Tiffany beat her white whale, and she did it when the stakes couldn0t be any higher!"
Bea Torres: "And what a show of sportsmanship by Britty. After all she put Tompkins though, she wanted to be the one handing her the title."
Jared Idol: "A great sign of respect. Confratulations to both, especially to the new Cloud Gate Champion!"
The feed cuts to backstage where Chloe Collins is standing by with Ho Wei Shen, the manager and fiance of Jennifer Yang. Jennifer herself though is nowhere to be seen. Wei is looking impeccable with a grey suit and blue shirt underneath and his hair slicked back. His dazzling smile is etched on his face, ready as always for the cameras.
Chloe Collins
Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time is Ho Wei Shen, Jennifer Yang’s manager.
Chloe turns to Wei.
Chloe Collins
Thanks for taking the time to be here. I’ve got a couple of questions about your client’s big match tonight. I understand that Jennifer is busy preparing for it, that’s why you’ll be speaking in her place.
Chloe extends the microphone towards Wei who nods, his smile turning a little smug.
Ho Wei Shen
I’ll try my best. I am here to represent Jennifer while she warms up. She’s not to be disturbed.
Chloe Collins
Okay, so last week Jennifer won her right to pick a stipulation for tonight’s title match against Millennium champion Nessa Wall. And it’s official, we’ll be seeing them square off in a Falls Count Anywhere. Why pick that?
Ho Wei Shen
Little Miss Wall despises hardcore matches and in a match like Falls Count Anywhere, anything goes. And that’s the advantage we want.
Though his words are smug, his tone doesn’t show it. If you weren’t careful, you can be swept right off into thinking everything he says is facts that can’t be argued.
Ho Wei Shen
Chloe, Jennifer hasn’t stopped. She’s a freight train that’s been travelling at top speed week in and week out, just running over every single competitor put in her way. At first, I heard chatters about how Nessa’s title win was Jennifer’s downfall. But haven’t we seen the less than impressive performance from the champion? Huh, the cheap rollup victory? The clean loss last week? But look at Jennifer, she is now back on top and proving definitively why she deserves her rematch to reclaim the Millennium championship. What does that say about Jennifer, Chloe?
He takes a deliberate pause here, raising his eyebrows.
Ho Wei Shen
When it’s clear as day that the top champion is practically floundering there, and then there’s Jennifer, after all the trials and tribulations, still steady as a rock. I ask again, what does it say about Jennifer, Chloe?
He gives a proud smile as he drives his point home.
Ho Wei Shen
It says that she is meant to be here. Being Millennium champion again is what Jennifer is destined to be.
He takes a pause to bow his head slightly, placing his hand over his heart in a humble gesture.
Ho Wei Shen
And I, as her manager, will personally see to it that she accomplishes this goal. No, not only that, but also that she does it in the most impressive way that she goes down in history as Millennium’s best. Nothing less.
Wei feels pretty good about his speech and Chloe nods as she lets his words hang in the air for a moment before shooting her next question. One that’s probably been weighing on everyone’s minds if they’d seen the peculiar Twitter exchange where Jennifer had chosen a standard singles match for the stipulation but Wei hastily all but forced her to retract her statement.
Chloe Collins
Was this Jennifer’s choice of stipulation or yours?
Wei flinches. Though Chloe’s tone is not malicious nor meant to offend, Wei’s smile fades to a ghost of a smirk.
Ho Wei Shen
We decided together.
For a second, Wei seems unwilling to continue with this topic as he raised his chin slightly in defence. Chloe waits, not sure if he wants to say more. Perhaps due to Chloe’s patience or journalism smarts, he felt compelled to explain further. He lets out a sigh.
Ho Wei Shen
My darling Jennifer is a fantastic wrestler but there is a reason why I’m here after all. This industry may be new to me but business is business and I know business. And picking the right stipulation is a golden business opportunity that we cannot waste. Jennifer has never faced anyone like Nessa before. While she has been successful in past matches, she needs to understand what makes someone like Nessa ticks. Maybe Nessa’s just having a rocky start and tonight she might suddenly pull off a victory. That night sure proves that it’s possible. But there is more to this sport than what happens between the first and final bell. The mental game. And putting the champion at a disadvantage by choosing a stipulation she hates is a power move, which will hurt Nessa’s confidence even before the match starts. And it did, as demonstrated by her tweets—
Wei suddenly stops as Jennifer walks in, interrupting the segment.
Chloe Collins
Jennifer!
Chloe quickly recovers from her surprise to extend the microphone towards the person she’s been wanting to interview for weeks. But Jennifer remains staring at Wei, her back facing the camera. Chloe steps aside, gesturing to the camera to focus on the two.
Jennifer Yang
I’m not here to play those kind of games with my opponents, Wei. You know perfectly well that I don’t do that.
You can hear her voice trembling slightly with what sounds like hurt. But Wei looks unfazed, he might as well shrug her off as he readily offers a clarification.
Ho Wei Shen
I’m explaining to Ms Collins about our working dynamics, how my expertise helps you be a much better wrestler—
Jennifer Yang
No.
This time, Wei is taken aback by Jennifer’s bluntess.
Ho Wei Shen
No, what? Am I wrong? You do remember that you need my expertise in strengthening your—
But again, Jennifer stops him, her hands now balled into fists at her sides and her shoulders rigid.
Jennifer Yang
No, taking advantage of people just to give myself an edge does NOT make me a better wrestler! Not Nessa, not anyone! How could you say things like that?!
Chloe gasps, hearing Jennifer uncharacteristically raising her volume. Now finally wary, Wei takes a step back as his hands fly up to chest-level as if in surrender.
Ho Wei Shen
Jenni, I’m only trying to…
He glances at the camera that’s still on them and turns to Chloe.
Ho Wei Shen
Ms Collins, I apologize for this. Can we reschedule and redo the last part? I need to talk to Jennifer privately first.
Before Chloe can respond, Jennifer steps in front of Wei. The camera slowly swings around to finally capture the anger blazing in Jennifer’s brown eyes.
Jennifer Yang
No need, Wei. This is over. You are no longer needed.
Wei stares at Jennifer, stunned for a moment. Then he collects himself again and takes her arm to start pulling her aside and out of camera view. When he speaks to her, his voice drops to a low whisper and turns his back to the camera.
Ho Wei Shen
Jenni, what are you saying? Let’s talk privately.
But Jennifer’s voice is clear, firm and loud enough for everyone to hear.
Jennifer Yang
I said, you are done, Wei. This (she gestures to the both of them) only works if we’re on the same page, if we respect each other. But we’re clearly not. We don’t. Not anymore. So, leave.
Chloe’s eyes widen. As realization dawns on Wei, his face grows pale before twisting in frustration.
Ho Wei Shen
You don’t mean—
Jennifer Yang
Yes. Yes, I do mean it. Take your things and go. I don’t want you at ringside and I don’t wanna see you after. Ever.
Wei’s face is now red with anger and shame, looking completely flustered. But Jennifer stands her ground and doesn’t budge.
Jennifer Yang
Goodbye, Wei.
After a long moment of glaring at each other, Wei finally backs off and storms out of there. Jennifer’s back turns to the camera again as she takes her time to calm down. Chloe gives Jennifer a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, to which Jennifer responds with a defeated shake of her head before running a hand through her hair.
Jennifer turns to face Chloe, giving the camera a side profile shot. The expression on the former champion’s face hardens with resolve as she teepees her hands together underneath her chin before letting out a huge sigh. Jennifer mutters apologies to Chloe who waves it off and instead offers some words of encouragement that the camera can barely pick up and a soft smile finally blooms on Jennifer’s face. Jennifer nods and gives her thanks before leaving the interview set. The feed then fades to black.
Submission Match
Millennium Championship Title Shot vs Millennium Career
Grace van Beek VS Melissa ReevesMillennium Championship Title Shot vs Millennium Career
Grace was waiting in the middle of the ring, smiling widely as “No End In Sight” by Killswitch Engage blasted through the loudspeakers and her opponent Melissa Reeves walked out of the curtain dragging her right leg, the one the Diamond Princess targeted through all these weeks and, last but not least, earlier tonight, using, once again, her weapon of choice, the Mercenary of Millennium Dane Archer. The two women stood on opposite sides of the ring, eyes locked on each other. The hate between the two is well known and neither seemed willing to blink first. The initial moments of the fight saw them simply circling each other, a few words exchanged here or there. They eventually locked up, but Reeves seemed in no mood to wrestle and soon had the boss backed into the corner, where she stomped a hole into her chest. Grace, resourceful as ever, slithered from the ring when Reeves took a moment to argue with the referee, and grabbed Melissa's ankle, wrapping the knee she had targeted for weeks around the ring post. The firmly brought control of the match into Grace's hands and she worked over the knee for several more moments, before a missed attack on the outside of the ring saw her driven into the barricade surrounding the ring. Both women slumped and Reeves needed time to shake sensation back into her limb before continuing. That gave Grace time to recover, too, and saw her back on the offensive as they met again, only for Reeves to drive van Beek's head into the ring apron with a DDT of sorts. Nose bloodied, Grace seemed either enraged or mortified. Whichever it was, she flew at Reeves and the pair brawled outside the ring until Grace caught Melissa's knee with a stiff kick and drove her down with a snap suplex. She rolled Reeves back into the ring and followed close behind, again working over the injured leg. Grace removed the turnbuckle pad, unseen - or perhaps ignored, by the official. She looked to slam Melissa into it, but instead found her own face cracking into it as the Irish whip was reversed. She stumbled backward and into Melissa's Reaver Slam (Angle Slam), but Reeves struggled to stand and by the time she attempted a cross armbreaker, Grace had recovered enough to reverse the hold and escape. Again the two brawled and whilst Reeves fought valiantly, Grace managed to lock her into her patented Goldbar (Knee-bar), this time using the strap on the turnbuckle pad to pull her leg back with extra leverage. Melissa clawed at the canvas, clearly in agony as the hold did its work on that same leg Grace had targeted for weeks. Melissa, desperate now, grabbed the back of Grace's head, pulling it back by her hair, and landed a couple of hard blows to the skull. This forced the break of the hold and Reeves rolled away, holding the knee. Precious seconds passed before Melissa could stand. She moved the leg a little, checking its status, before watching as Grace slowly rose. Reeves charged and flattened the owner with her Facial Deconstructor (Codebreaker)! Melissa stood and looked down at the prone Grace, smirking a little. She grabbed her arm and stood over her, ready to drop into a cross armbreaker. But before she could do anything more, Dane was back into the ring and the referee was on the outside in a heap. Reeves released Grace's wrist and turned, walking straight into a huge running big boot that almost took her head off. Dane nonchalantly stared down at her as the crowd booed, loudly. The massive star waved toward the ramp and out ran another official. Grace rolled and locked Melissa into the weakest looking headlock possible, but Dane grabbed Melissa's wrist and "tapped" her hand against the canvas, which the official then took as a submission and called for the bell! WINNER: Grace van Beek BY: Submission, 10:46 |
Jared Idol: "What the bloody hell was that?"
Bea Torres: "She didn't tap out!"
Jared Idol: "Well, she did..."
Bea Torres: "Not under her own steam!"
Jared Idol: "Aye, well...either way, she's fired!"
Grace slowly climbed to her feet, her grin wide. Dane simply rolled from the ring and headed to the back, but van Beek took her time to exit. Reeves managed to recover, now realizing her predicament. She shook her head and audibly swore several times, rolling from the ring and hobbling - which caused Grace to quicken her escape.
Melissa flipped the ring steps onto their side and then threw the ring bell through the commentary table, before Grace called for security to remove the former Millennium employee.
Millennium Championship
Street Fight Match
Street Fight Match
Nessa Wall (c) VS Jennifer Yang
Neither one of the two women seemed to be happy when Rumchata Ayano announced that the Millennium Championship was up for grab in a Street Fight Rules match. Not Jennifer Yang who “choose” the stipulation after beating Nessa Wall last week and not even the champion herself, who never hid that she's not a fan of hardcore stipulations. The fans, on the other hand, replied with loud cheers to the announcement. Despite the rules, or lack of, allowed pretty much everything, the first part of this match saw both competitors strictly following the rules, with Jennifer wanting to prove her point and try to win back the title the “right way”. Despite this being the third time they met in three weeks, Nessa still couldn't find a way to predict, or dodge, Jenni's Wing Chun strikes, too quick and unpredictable even for the Millennium champion. After doubling her over with a knee to the gut, Yang went for a neckbreaker, rolling back on her feet and hitting a springboard moonsault for the first near fall of the match. Nessa kicked out and rolled out of the ring to catch a break and refocus, but Jenni had other plans in mind, diving through the ropes with a suicide dive taking out the champion. Jennifer quickly picked her up and rolled her back on the ring climbing back to the apron and diving back into the the ring with a slingshot somersault senton. Wall was the first down to take full advantage of the street fight rules. After taking Yang down with a drop toe hold that left her hanging on the middle rope, and resting her knee on the back of her head putting pressure on her neck and trachea, the current Millennium Champion slid out of the ring and grabbed her title from the timekeeper’s table, kissing and polishing it before slamming it on Jenni’s face. She then dragged her outside, slammed her head first on the apron just because and suplexed her on the hard floor, trying for a cover. The referee got in position and counted to two, getting scolded by Wall who suggested her count was too slow. Nonetheless, the match was still going, with Nessa whipping now Jenni against the barricades and clotheslining her over it and into the crowd. Jennifer apologized with the fans she trampled, jumping up on the barricade with both feet showing off her agility and launching herself toward Nessa, flipping her over with a flying headscissors. The two women kept brawling outside, with the champion taking any shortcut she had the chance to take such as raking the eyes to counter the challenger’s offense. And she didn’t even despised the idea of introducing foreign objects, grabbing a chair from one of the timekeepers and smashing it on Yang’s head. Wall with the cover, but it wasn’t enough to put Jenni down tonight. It did, though, opened a small on Jenni’s eyebrow. And just like a shark smelling blood, the champion was all over it, reaching the challenger with some quick jabs before dropping on that same chair with a ddt. Yang’s resilience was being tested tonight, but her never say die attitude kept her in the match once again. The game changer was when out of pure instinct, Jenny tripped the champ’s leg and sent her face first on the steel steps. When Nessa stood up, she was bleeding profusely from her forehead, grinning her teeth and jumping at Jennifer. The two rivals were rolling on the floor trading stiff shots, trying to prevail on each other. Yang ended up on top of the champion, clubbing her a couple of times with right forearms before reaching for the title belt and raising it over her head, ready to strike. A small hesitation, perhaps remembering how hard she thought to make that title a symbol of clean and fair fights was all Nessa needed to reverse the situation, snatching the title back from Jennifer’s hand and hitting her with it, with no second thoughts. The impetus of the match brought the two contenders on the ramp, where Jennifer turned things back in her favor with a suplex on the steel platform. She tried a cover right there, but the champion kicked out. Yang tossed her against the barricade, a few kicks to the chest later she lifted her once again this time for a brainbuster. Another pinfall, and another kick out from Nessa. Hands in her blue hair clogged in blood, Jenni was staring at the champion, wondering what she had to do to win the title back. She looked all around, perhaps searching for Wei’s advice. But he wasn’t there, obviously. And she was the one who asked him to stay away. Nessa was getting up, and Jenni charged at her with a shining wizard, but the reactive champion was able to duck it, quickly going back to her feet and dropping Yang down with a backstabber. Not a great idea on a steel ramp, but still effective. The Millennium Champion slowly got back to her feet, before the challenger. Grabbing her by her hair, she pulled her down into a backbreaker. Jennifer kicked out for the joy of the twenty thousands filling the Arena. But that didn’t demoralize the champion, who instead seemed to be feeding off the negative energy, finding new vigor and a twisted pleasure in beating up their idol. The two women reached the entrance stage, still trading blows. Jenni’s rapid Wing Chun punches proved once more to be effective, doubling over the champion in perfect position for the #LOCKDOWN. But this time Wall moved out of the way of the switchblade kick, catching Jennifer with the Against The Wall (spinning backfist). The former champion was dangerously close to the edge of the stage, but somehow managed not to fall down. Nessa Wall was back onto her, wrapping her arms around Jennifer in a belly to belly position. As soon as the challenger realized what crazy idea crossed her mind, she shook her head, her eyes wide open staring at the champion. There was no time to even think of a counter, Nessa flipped backwards driving Jenny on the space between the stage and the area reserved to the fans, crashing through a table with the Snarktopus (Cyclorama). For a moment, none of them was moving. Then Wall extended her hand on Jenni’s chest. That was enough for the referee to make the count and signal the end of the match. WINNER: Nessa Wall (still champion) BY: Snarktopus, 16:33 |
The camera lingers on the motionless bodies of champion and challenger as paramedics rush to the scene.
Bea Torres: "I hope they are ok.."
Jared Idol: "That was insane... But it's a show of how much the Millennium Championship matters to them."
Bea Torres: "What a night we just witnessed!"
Jared Idol: "Three new champions crowned, half roster in the hospital... I'd say it was a successful night."
Bea Torres: "Well definitely not for Melissa Reeves... She lost her job..."
Jared Idol: "It's a real shame, but it should be clear by now that Grace van Beek always has an ace up her sleeves. Or two."
Bea Torres: "It still sucks. Anyway, remember to tune in next wednesday for a new episode of Millennium!"
Jared Idol: "And on Friday for Riot! Good night!"
Bea Torres: "I hope they are ok.."
Jared Idol: "That was insane... But it's a show of how much the Millennium Championship matters to them."
Bea Torres: "What a night we just witnessed!"
Jared Idol: "Three new champions crowned, half roster in the hospital... I'd say it was a successful night."
Bea Torres: "Well definitely not for Melissa Reeves... She lost her job..."
Jared Idol: "It's a real shame, but it should be clear by now that Grace van Beek always has an ace up her sleeves. Or two."
Bea Torres: "It still sucks. Anyway, remember to tune in next wednesday for a new episode of Millennium!"
Jared Idol: "And on Friday for Riot! Good night!"