Millennium CCXIV

Millennium CCXIV Nov 10, 2024 1:04:17 GMT -6

Post by gvb on Nov 10, 2024 1:04:17 GMT -6

Millennium CXXIV
Live from MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, NV
Thursday, November 7th, 2024

Singles Match

Olly VS Ash Fi

It might not mean much or come as a surprise considering who we’re talking about, but Olly was in a pretty foul mood tonight. Surely he wasn’t happy with his booking, he made that abundantly clear on social media, but there was definitely more to it. He started the match as aggressively as always, surprising Aislinn with a headbutt right on the opening bell. He then laid out a flurry of punches to her face and head, some of which deemed illegal closed fists by the ref who took him to the side and gave him the first of many warnings. A shaken Finn rolled out of the ring, taking a moment to reorganize. Olly shoved the ref aside and chased her, getting tripped by a drop toe hold from the former Chaos Theory champion and sent face first into the floor. Ash quickly slid back in and ran the ropes going for a suicide dive. Olly caught the tope from the Irish, right into a suplex on the outside.
Olly sends Aislinn back inside, charging at her at full speed. Finn was able to duck the running clotheslines and caught him with a dropkick on the rebound. She delivered a few stomps to his chest before climbing to the top rope for some sort of aerial assault .Olly caught her with a right hand and set her up for a muscle buster but Ash was able to slip out of his grasp. She fired off with a punch to jaw, he answered with a big european uppercut that sent her into the corner. Olly mounted on the middle rope and went for his The Salute (10 punches at the turnbuckle) but Finn escaped and hit a backstabber.Once again she climbed to the top rope and this time managed to connect the flying elbow drop, getting a count of two out of it.
The pace picked up as Aislinn managed to get some offense in, forcing Olly on the defense. She landed a few interesting combos, but what really seemed to tip the scale in her favor was the Warp Spasm (cartwheel roundhouse kick). Aislinn made the cover, sure that this would be enough to score the upset win but Olly showed once again that he is one of the toughest SOB on the roster. Aislinn couldn’t believe it, she even asked the ref if he was sure about it, and that was a big mistake. Olly attacked Ichiban from behind, hitting her with a clubbing blow to the back of the skull followed by a backbreaker. He picked her up and surprisingly put her in a side headlock, but this wasn’t an attempt to wear her out. He held her there to punch her between the eyes several times before connecting a neckbreaker, which resulted in a two and half.
The fans were firmly behind the Irish native, if anything just to see that smirk wiped off from Olly’s face. And the second generation wrestler seemed to be feeding in that energy, something she wasn’t really used to but surely appreciated. She dropkicked Olly into the corner and hit him with the Madra Rua but the two time MWE Tag team champion kicked out in two. Kicks, a Sliced Bread #2 attempt, a few different DDTs, nothing really seemed to work. Oddly enough, she didn’t really bother trying to submit him, perhaps aware of his high pin threshold. She instead tried to pin him with a diving crossbody but Olly caught her in mid-air, put her over his shoulders and dropped her onto a knee strike to the face. Ash Fi fell flat on the canvas, laying there motionless. Olly took a moment to taunt the crowd before making a cocky cover, barely putting any weight on her body, confident that she wouldn’t kick out from his Born To Lose.

WINNER: Olly
BY: Pinfall (Born To Lose), 6:36

After doing relatively quick word of his opponent, Olly asked for a microphone. Just realizing that he was about to speak triggered the audience, who replied with loud boos. He waited until they dimmed down before beginning his speech.

Olly:
You really ain't the sharpest tool in the box, BROOKFORD. Are you?

A curtain of silence instantly dropped in the Arena. Nobody was expecting him to take a shot straight at the Millennium General Manager.

Olly:
A good soldier maybe, the perfect weapon in someone else's hand. I give you that yeah. And maybe, that's how you landed this job too. Being a good yes man pays off in the long run.

Usually, he'd save his venom for his opponents, this might be the first time his shots are aimed at the management.

Olly:
You saw what I did, with one single tweet, one undeniable truth I had half of the roster up in arms. Reeves, both of them actually, Reed, Trin. They couldn't handle me talking trash about their precious Tiff. And I could undertand that if I was making up shit to trigger them, but when all I said was the truth that's in front of everyone... You either accept it or grow a thicker skin because what I said is what everyone back there thinks. It was about fucking time Tiff did us all a favor and quit.

At this point the boos were louder than ever. The news of the former Cloud Gate champion deciding to step away from active competition for the time being had left the fans shocked and heartbroken, and here he was rubbing salt in that fresh wound.

Olly:
Sure, fucking boo me. But you know just as well as I did that your hero died in the Academy. Her career has never been the same since back then, she was one of the highest regarded talents and she got completely humbled, outclassed and finally broken by a rookie. Sure, she got her moments ever since then, some lucky wins here and there and I'll give her credit for trying. But you know, I know and even Tiff herself knows, it was just a form of overzealous treatment to prolong something that was long gone.

He laughed at the crowd's reaction, watching some empty plastic cups and other objects flying at him. And of course he decided to double down on it.

Olly:
It's a shame really. It's a shame that from all the families she could take from, she chose the worst one to follow, the only one she's not even related to. Her uncle, cousins from her mom's side? I don't like their haughtiness and hoity-toity shit, but I know they don't raise quitters. On her dad's side..."

He let out a chuckle.

Olly:
I mean, Trinity's greatest accomplishment is scamming perv old men and horny teens charging them $20 for some tits on Onlyfans but when she gets in this ring, she always brings that fire, that refusal to never give up, and that's something I can respect. She had all these examples to look up to, and yet she chose the Rollins. Once again.

Olly took a pause, almost feeding on the crowd's negative energy to spit more vitriol.

Olly:
Olly. A family that never amounted to shit, a family with a history of crumpling under the pressure of the big leagues. Brytain, Lucy.. They all tried their luck in MWE, they all failed. And now a third Rollins continued the family's tradition, reinforcing their status quo as wrestling's biggest bitches.

A cup of drink landed right at his feet, but he didn't flinch. He simply picked it up and tossed it back into the crowd wothout batting an eye.

Olly:
Hate me all you want, hate what I say... But you can't deny that it's true. Ever since they adopted her, ever since she took their last name, her career started a slow and constant downhill. And I don't give a shit if this upsets you or anyone in the back, but thank fucking God it's over.

The Academy graduate paced the ring back and forth, letting his words sink in.

Olly:
But enough of her, enough dwelling on a past that hopefully will never come back. You had the chance to do right by her and everyone still pretending she matters the chance to make me eat my words, you could've given these fans what they have been waiting for for years now, someone who'd shut me up and, with a little bit of luck, take me out for good, getting rid of one of your problems... And you gave me this.

He pointed at the spot where Aislinn was lying until a few moments ago. Another pause, this one longer than the previous. His head lowered, eyes closed as he was taking in every boo, every jeer, every insult thrown at him by the hostile crowd.

Olly:
What happens now is on you, pal.

On those ominous words, Olly left the ring. He made his way backstage, proudly walking with his head held high between two wings of pissed off fans.

Tag Team Match

The Accadettes VS The Fortunate Sons

The Fortunate Sons made their MWE debut against a quite established team in The Accadettes, Millie and Clem Smith. The self-proclaimed Tag Team Wrestling’s Grandiose Duo’s attitude was not gonna make them many friends or fans, the arrogance they displayed toward the Smiths, going as far as calling themselves the ONLY wrestling family that matters didn’t sit well with the Vegas crowd or the Accadettes. But if the shy Millie was holding back, Clementine instead went on Peyton’s face and reminded her that they represented the Smiths, but before she could add the accolades linked to her family name she got sucker-punched by Silver. Sebastian didn’t waste any time to clock the unsuspecting Millie, starting the match with a classic all-out brawl
Not without effort, but the referee eventually was able to restore the natural order, accompanying Sebastain and Millie out of the ring. Peyton had gained quite the advantage on Clem already, and he kept working on her with a great display of technique. He trapped her with various holds, eventually locking in a sleeper hold to wear her down. Despite the size and strength advantage Clementine tried to break through the grasp but he didn’t let go. Instead, he lifted her in the air and drove her down onto the canvas with a sleeper slam, obtaining the first near fall of the match. The Living Definition of Majestic went back on the attack but this time Clem skillfully avoided his offense and executed a lucha arm drag. Not to be outdone, Peyron hit one of his own and followed with belly-to-belly overhead suplex, but Millie landed on her feet and made a beeline for her tag partner. Millie leaped over the top rope and charged at Peyton, ducking his clothesline attempt and grabbing his arms to roll him with a crucifix pin for a two count.
Both teams had in their chemistry and ability to work like a well-oiled machine their strongest suit, making this contest a wonderful spot for Tag Team wrestling. The Fortunate Sons did an impressive job in isolating Millie from her partner and put her through the grinder with some of their trademark moves. Clem had to step in and help her sibling who had just been manhandled with the Peytonic Slamma (Full nelson Slam), saving the match for her team. Finally the Bahama Baby found the opening and was able to reach Clem in the corner, marking perhaps the turning point in this match. Well rested and with the fans firmly behind her, Clemmy turned the tide, using her speed and athleticism to take on Sebastian and Peyton. They even tried to double team her in an attempt to stop her momentum but she dodged their attacks, ran to the ropes and bounced off them with a cartwheel, hitting her opponents with a double elbow to the face and taking them both down. She laid them one next to the other and hit a running shooting star press, pinning them both at the same time. Obviously, they were able to kick out in time, but it was an impressive effort from Clem nonetheless.
The Fortunate Sons tried their best to get back into the match, even bending a few rules to take back control. But the only time they really did some significant damage was when the Diamond Wizard connected to the back of Clem’s skull, but the Academy graduate survived the impact. And after that it was all Accadettes, with a few close calls for the Fortunate Sons with the Kryptonite Krunch (dual running bulldog) and the always entertaining Superkick Ping-Pong. But what really did the trick and sealed the deal for the young Smiths was the Eat Da Feet, their inverted double foot stomp. Big win for The Accadettes, another step forward in their hunt for tag gold currently held by Matt Stone and Veronica Sawyer.

WINNER: The Accadettes
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Inside her locker room, Trinity Thompson is dressing up for her upcoming match, currently busy lacing her boots.

Trinity Thompson:
Damn, that was quite the curve ball you threw me there, boss.

She chuckled, her tone clearly playful.

Trinity Thompson:
I'm kidding, I'm not mad at all. Sure it'll be awkward to see my sister on the other side of the fence but if that's the proce to pay to get in the ring with Alex, I'll gladly pay it and tip the waiter too.

Trinity seems to be in a good mood despite the awkards situations she finnds herself in with the match and the harsh words Olly had for her and her sister.

Trinity Thompson:
I'm 100% honest, I'm excited to get in the ring with her. I've seen the tapes, I know what she brings and.. I don't want to sound rude or out of line, but I know how it feels. I know how it's like to be someone famous' younger sister, I know how it's like to walk in shoes so big you don't know if you ever be able to fill them. And I ain't even carrying my sister's last name, so people didn't make that comparison for me right off the bat.

She sounded honest, this wasn't some sort of mind game she was playing on the younger Reeves.

Trinity Thompson:
Living in their shadow is not easy, trying to step out of it.. That'e even harder. But this is the hand we're dealt, and she's doing a great job carving her own path. So yeah, respect to you Alex and best of luck.

After finishing lacing up her boots, she stands up from the bench.

Trinity Thompson:
Still, it's weird to look at Tiff as an opponent. Don't get me wrong, I fully support her career choices, always have and always will, even when I don't fully understand them. And I knew this day will eventually come when I'll see her in my opponent's corner rather than mine, I was just hoping I'd have more time to prepare but it is what it is. We'll make the best out of it. Alex, Tiff. Let's steal the show.

The smile that had been always been present on her face throughout this entire promo suddenly disappeared.

Trinity Thompson:
Oh, one last thing before I go. Olly, I'm really trying here. I know how it's like to lose the most important person in your life. But keep coming for my sister the way you did, and I'll personally make sure you reunite with Faith.

Without adding a word, she leaves the locker room. The camera fades to black.

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Singles Match

Hannah Rae Callum VS Bey Addams

The bell rang, and the match began with an almost immediate display of contrasting styles. Bey Addams, all business and intent on proving herself, took control of the match from the very start. She dominated Hannah Rae Callum with an intensity that stunned the crowd. Bey, with her small but agile frame, used a combination of smooth transitions and technical grappling to keep Hannah grounded. She hit a series of quick arm drags and wristlocks, transitioning effortlessly between holds, never giving Hannah a chance to get her bearings. Bey’s cocky attitude and ability to work the mat were evident, but the crowd could feel a shift when Hannah’s raw talent briefly flickered through. Hannah managed to avoid a wristlock and hit a lightning-fast Tornado DDT that left Bey on the mat. For a split second, it seemed like Hannah might seize control, but Bey recovered quickly, and the momentum shifted back in her favor. She hit a brutal Scissor Kick that sent Hannah stumbling into the corner. Bey followed up with a hard kick to the midsection and a smooth snap suplex, showing her technical prowess once again.
As the match wore on, Bey’s control never wavered. She taunted Hannah, baiting her into reckless moves, but Hannah couldn’t keep up with Bey’s pace for long. Bey surprised her with a Schoolboy Dropout—her feet planted firmly on the ropes for leverage, and her hand clutching the tights—as she rolled Hannah up for a near fall. The referee, distracted for a moment, seemed unsure of the count, but Bey didn’t care. She laughed, mocking Hannah as she dragged her to the center of the ring and locked in a wristlock submission, twisting it further for added pain. Despite the one-sided nature of the match, Hannah fought back when she could. A springboard knee strike caught Bey off-guard and stunned her long enough for Hannah to hit a diving hurricanrana from the top rope. The crowd cheered as Hannah showed flashes of brilliance, but each time she started to build momentum, Bey’s experience and deviousness put a stop to it.
The end of the match, however, came abruptly. As Bey was preparing to finish Hannah off with her signature “Wristlock Hero” double wristlock, a masked attacker stormed the ring. The crowd gasped as the figure hit Bey from behind, knocking her to the mat. The masked assailant, dressed in black with a hoodie pulled low, immediately focused on Bey, unleashing a flurry of strikes before sending her tumbling out of the ring with a well-placed dropkick. The crowd was left stunned as the figure stood over Bey, breathing heavily. As the masked attacker pulled down the hood, the fans erupted in shock. The face revealed belonged to none other than Addison McKinley, the former Cloud Gate Champion. Addison’s presence was met with a mix of disbelief and excitement as she glared down at Bey, her eyes burning with intensity. Bey, still dazed from the attack, had no idea what had just happened as the referee called for the bell, declaring the match a disqualification due to the interference. Addison stood over the fallen Bey, a sly smile creeping onto her face as she surveyed the wreckage she’d caused. The referee attempted to restore some order, but Addison showed no intention of leaving. She looked at Bey with contempt before making her exit, leaving a trail of confusion and chaos behind her. The crowd, still reeling from the unexpected interference, couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for the future—both for Addison McKinley and for the feisty Bey Addams, who had been denied a solid victory tonight, but now had an even bigger fight on her hands.

WINNER: Bey Addams
BY: DQ (Outside Interference), 6:55

We come backstage where we find the reigning, defending, undisputed MWE Tag team champions Matt Stone and Veronica Sawyer walking in the building, Matt carrying two bags while Veronica lovingly carries the titles, one around her waist and the other over her shoulder. The lights bouncing off the golden plates of each championship belt.

Matt Stone:
Finally…Matt Stone has come back to Millennium!

Veronica clears her throat, her very obvious effort to get Matt’s attention, as she points to the tag championship belt displayed over her shoulder.

Veronica Sawyer:
Ahem, aren’t you forgetting someone?

Matt turns to look at her and thinks like it’s a brain teaser.

Matt Stone:
Well you’re back too but I wouldn’t expect you to make a big deal about it. You’re never dramatic.

Veronica raises one eyebrow slightly.

Veronica Sawyer:
Are you mocking me, Matt?

Matt Stone:
Me? Mock you? I would never!

He can’t even say it with a straight face though he holds up the heavier bag in his arm to remind her.

Matt Stone:
You make me carry your stuff, I get a free pass. It’s in our team contract.

Veronica immediately rolls her eyes as she uses her free hand to give Matt a slight shove, before walking ahead of him, still keeping a firm grip on her tag team championship belt.

Veronica Sawyer:
You should consider it a privilege to be carrying my bag.

He’s struggling to keep up with her as he’s carrying everything.

Matt Stone:
Oh yes…such an honor to carry what feels like cement blocks everywhere. I’ve heard of carrything the team on your back but this is ridiculous!

Veronica Sawyer:
Cement blocks? Are you sure that you’re just not getting out of shape from all those extra cupcakes you’ve been eating with your little chef?

Veronica teases him with a smirk, turning around, to give him one quick poke directly in the stomach which makes him come to a sudden stop.he squints his eyes, glaring at her for a moment.

Matt Stone:
You’re going to call me soft? Now I won’t give you the muffins she made for you. Wouldn’t want you to get a muffin top would we?

Veronica’s mouth drops open in shock as if she was absolutely offended that he would dare to say such a thing to her directly,

Veronica Sawyer:
Oh that is it! I have half a mind to let you go out there on your own tonight.

Matt Stone:
I swear to God if you made me carry all this to not even use it I’m going to be furious Veronica…

Veronica Sawyer:
Oh relax.

Veronica laughs, waving her hand in front of her face.

Veronica Sawyer:
It was just a little joke. You love those.

Now it’s Matt’s turn to roll his eyes and walk past Veronica to lead the way.

Matt Stone:
I love winning. We’ve had these tag titles longer than I can remember but we should be focused on beating Ava and Scott, not each other.

Veronica Sawyer:
I’m sure we can easily beat one of last year’s Academy love connections without breaking a sweat. If anything we should be thankful they gave us such an easy night for our big return.

Matt Stone:
Strange, I would have thought Karen needed to be in those.

He joked, that smile back on his face now.

Matt Stone:
The youth of today are trying to take our spotlight Veronica, but we can’t let them. We’re living legends at this point and we’ve waited too long to assert our dominance over the field to look beyond the admittedly inexperienced duo they’ve elected as their champions on this night.

Veronica Sawyer:
There’s that focus I like to see. Those cupcakes didn’t make you go completely soft after all.

Matt Stone:
Why does it sound like you’re jealous? If you really want I can see if she’ll make you some. They’re to die for.

Veronica Sawyer:
No, thank you, I’m watching my figure.

Veronica rolls her eyes once more as she turns on her heels, stomping away from Matt, who shrugs his shoulders and quietly mutters under his breath “I’ll watch it for you” as the camera cuts back towards the ring.

Tag Team Match

Scott Martell & Ava Grimes VS PCP

In the second Tag Team match of the night the champions were taking on the team of Scott Martell and Ava Grimes. The young couple may not be teaming up regularly but they have been fighting together a few times back in the Academy, and their chemistry should not be in discussion. As pointed out by the commentary team, this match was not completely random. Scott asked for it as part of his journey to “test the waters” with the different champions before deciding who to cash his title shot on. With all these premises the match started and it was all PCP in the beginning as Matt isolated Ava in his side of the ring, working together with Sawyer to rough up the younger Grimes. Stone went for a suplex, followed by a diving double foot stomp from Ronnie. Ava really felt it, but still managed to kick out in two, although her ribs were hurting. And yet, despite the obvious pain, the former gymnast was able to use her strongest suit to Matrix-dodge Ronnie’s roundhouse kick and cartwheel back on her feet to fall back into the corner where her boyfriend tagged in.
The Year 3 Valedictorian entered the fray, dropping Sawyer with a shoulder tackle. His attention then shifted on Matt standing on the apron, hitting him with an European Uppercut that sent him down on the floor. As he turned around, Veronica swung her leg aiming at his face with a high kick but he blocked her foot, muscled her up Charlie and dropped her onto the canvas with a powerbomb. The Great One hooked the leg for a deep cover but Matt grabbed him by the foot and dragged him out of the ring, interrupting the count. The champion tried to return the courtesy but Scott blocked his punch and hit him with one of his own. They started going back and forth, landing a few strikes before Sawyer hit a suicide dive to take down Scott. The champions went to pick him and push him back in the ring but as soon as they turned around they saw Ava Grimes soaring the air with a Fosbury Flop that took everyone, herself included, out..The referee began a double count out, getting all the way up to eight before Scott and Veronica were able to get back in the ring,
After Veronica’s tag, it was now Matt’s turn to take the ring and counter Scott’s power. The Canadian definitely had the experience on his side, and a couple of tricks up his sleeve to take back control. A poke to the eyes interrupted Scott’s flurry of chops, giving Matt the opening to connect a quick Stone Cutter. Martell kicked out in one and instantly went back on the attack, but he was quickly stopped by a boot to the face. The Abominable Showman spun around for a discus lariat but he got hit with a kick to the stomach, followed by an atomic drop into a dropkick to secure a close near fall. Scott tried to send him into the ropes to catch him with The Scoop on the rebound but Stone reversed the Irish whip and it was Martell who was sent running to the opposite side of the ring. As he bounced back, he got hit by a cheeky kick to the back by Sawyer who then acted innocent. The referee didn’t buy it and neither did Ava who entered the ring illegally, slid through Ronnie’s legs as she was on the apron with a baseball slide and used that momentum to powerbomb her on the floor below. Some “holy shit” chants rose from the crowd, even Matt looked worried about his partner, turning his eyes away from The Great One who lifted him for an inverted suplex.
In the most typical Matt Stone fashion, he tried to beat Scott with his own move but the Canadian’s version of The Scoop wasn’t as effective as the original. Now exhausted, both men tagged their partners and the spotlights were on Ava and Veronica now. The tag team champion seemed to be still pretty hurt by the previous, lamenting some stiffness in her neck. And Ava was having a field day with it, focusing her attacks on that body part. Veronica whipped her into the corner but Grimes stepped on the ropes to flip backwards and land behind the Canadian’s back, dropping her with an inverted DDT for a count of two and half.The champions were struggling, the Academy graduates were looking nothing short than impressive tonight. But when it came to seal the deal, they came up just short. Or rather, Ava’s Phoenix Splash did, missing the target as Veronica rolled out of the way at the last moment. The better half of PCP quickly blasted her with a superkick, climbing the turnbuckle and connecting a Phoenix Splash of her own, the Fool’s Kiss. Scott entered the ring to save his girlfriend but Matt Stone was able to slow him down long enough for the referee to count to three.

WINNER: PCP
BY: Pinfall (Fool’s Kiss), 11:09

Alex Reeves stands alone in a dim corner backstage, hands pressed together in front of her as she takes a breath, glancing around the room before starting to stretch out her shoulders. Her expression is intense, eyes narrowed as she seems to psych herself up.

Alex Reeves:
This is it. Tonight’s the night.

She rolls her neck, loosening the tension but keeping her voice low and steady, almost as if she’s talking more to herself than anyone else.

Alex Reeves:
First time in a Millennium ring, and it’s against one of the toughest competitors here—Trinity Thompson.

Alex pauses, setting her jaw as she stops mid-stretch, leaning against a crate. Her eyes drift off, a flicker of respect in them, though her focus remains razor-sharp.

Alex Reeves:
She’s earned her reputation, no question. I mean, Trinity has been in battles, and I know it. I respect her—who wouldn’t? But…

Her tone drops a little, voice hushed but resolute, fists clenching momentarily before she glances up with a fierce determination.

Alex Reeves:
That doesn’t change what I came here to do.

Her gaze hardens, shoulders squaring as she continues, her tone a touch sharper now, though a slight smirk plays at the edge of her mouth.

Alex Reeves:
People hear ‘Reeves,’ and they think of Melissa. And yeah, she’s built a name for herself, sure. But tonight? This isn’t about her.

She steps forward, almost defiantly, hands dropping to her sides as she stares dead ahead.

Alex Reeves:
It’s not about her achievements or her legacy. This is about me.

Alex crosses her arms, her stance unyielding as she shifts her weight slightly, that smirk fading as she continues, her voice steady but with a hint of fire behind it.

Alex Reeves:
I’m here to step out of the shadow. I admire everything Melissa’s done, but I didn’t come here to be ‘Melissa’s sister.’ I came here to be Alex Reeves, and tonight? That’s exactly what I’m going to show. Trinity, I respect you. But I can’t let that hold me back. I won’t.

She glances to the side, her face softening a little as she brings up Tiff. Her tone takes on a hint of warmth, though there’s still resolve beneath it.

Alex Reeves:
And Tiff… she’s my manager, yeah. But she’s also Trinity’s sister.

A slight, understanding smile appears, but it fades as quickly as it comes.

Alex Reeves:
She’s caught in the middle of this, and I get that. It can’t be easy for her tonight, knowing her loyalty’s being stretched across both sides of the ring. But I know she has my back. She knows how much this means to me, how hard I’ve worked for this.

Alex’s gaze refocuses, her voice lowering, each word deliberate as she takes a step closer to the camera, expression fierce.

Alex Reeves:
I know what’s at stake. Winning is everything tonight. But more than that, I want to make a statement. I want everyone out there to know that Alex Reeves has arrived, that I’m here, and I’m here to stay.

She takes a deep breath, eyes flashing with determination as she straightens up.

Alex Reeves:
This ring is my home now. Trinity, I hope you’re ready, because tonight? This journey of mine… it starts right here.

Singles Match

Alex Reeves VS Trinity Thompson

IMel’s younger sister made her MWE debut against her manager’s younger sister. Someone in booking really had their fun making this match, putting all three parts involved in an awkward spot. Before the bell went off, Tiff called her client to their corner and whispered some last minute advice and recommendations to her. “Oh come on, don’t give up all my secrets!” Trinity yelled from the other side of the ring, her voice carrying a playful tone. The bell rang, and both women circled the ring, sizing each other up.Trinity rushed in first with a lightning-fast Running Swinging Neckbreaker, but Alex sidestepped with ease, using her judo instincts to avoid the strike and quickly capitalizing on Trinity's overzealousness. Alex grabbed Trinity’s arm, locking in a quick Fujiwara armbar, but the Nap Town Girl was quick to escape, managing to twist her arm free and roll out of the hold.
The crowd was on edge as both women reset, their eyes locked. Trinity looks determined to turn the tide, charging forward with a Shining Wizard and landing the knee to Alex’s skull with precision. But Reeves, always one step ahead, absorbed the blow and followed up with a Snapmare, sending Trinity to the mat. She rolled through with a Roundhouse Kick, catching Trinity off-guard as she tried to regain her footing. Trin stumbled back into the corner, but Alex was relentless, running in with a Corner Dropkick that drove the opponent’s back hard into the turnbuckles. Alex immediately looked to follow up with her Syncope (Kataha-jime/single-wing strangle), but Trinity managed to wriggle free, escaping the hold just before it could fully lock in.
So far it was all Alex in the early going. It seemed like no matter what Trinity came up with, she had a counter for. That had to do with Reeves studying her opponent and doing her homework, but some little telltales she seemed to be catching on had to come from Tiff’s precious insights. Which was annoying the Academy graduate. In the center of the ring, Alex tried to gain control with a Snap Suplex, but Trinity countered mid-air, landing behind Alex and hitting a Running Spanish Fly to the delight of the crowd. Both women were on the mat now, recovering. Trinity sprung back to her feet, launching herself off the ropes with a Diving Crossbody. She managed to take Alex down, but she quickly rolled through, pinning her shoulders to the mat for a brief two-count. Trinity kicked out, slamming her fist on the canvas in frustration. The next set of offense was a flurry of strikes from the former XIX World champion, kicks and punches with no rhyme or reason, thus making them unpredictable and hard to counter for Reeves. For the first time tonight, Alex was in difficulty, lying down after getting rocked by a Pele Kick she never saw coming. “Out! Out! Regroup!” Tiff barked from ringside, advising her client to roll out of the ring to reorganize, which Alex promptly did. Tompkins rolled her eyes and left the ring as well, determined to drag Reeves back in the ring. Tiff moved in front of her, looking to buy her client some time. Trinity asked her sister to move, and when she refused to comply, Trinity took a couple of steps back and went for a superkick! The fans held their breath as she swung her leg, some even closed their eyes. Tiff did it for sure, shocked at her own sister turning on her and it happening fos such a futile motive. But the kick never connected, Tompkins stopped midway through the motions and started laughing. “Oh come on, you didn’t think I would do it? You know I love you!” And she hugged the former Cloud Gate champion instead.
Trinity seemed now in full control and went for the 389 (piledriver), but Alex managed to block it, shifting her weight to send Trin flying in the air with a back body drop.Alex moved in with lightning speed, locking in a Venom Lock (reverse omoplata/knee arm bar). The submission was tight, but Trinity managed to drag herself towards the ropes. With a final effort, she reached the bottom rope, forcing the break. With both competitors showing signs of exhaustion, Trinity took a deep breath and regained her composure. She charges forward with a flurry of strikes, landing a Kicking Combo that ended with a stunning Question Mark Kick to Alex's jaw. Alex was rocked, stumbling back into the corner, but Trinity pressed the attack, climbing to the top rope for her signature Holy Trinity (Triangle Springboard Moonsault). As she soared through the air, Alex somehow managed to get her knees up just in time, and Tompkins crashed into them with a sickening thud. Reeves rolled through, pinning her with a cradle for the count of three.

WINNER: Alex Reeves
BY: Pinfall (Cradle), 12:27

Singles Match

Duke Andrews VS Donovan Keane

The bell rang, and the atmosphere in the arena was electric, the crowd buzzing in anticipation for the clash of styles that was about to unfold, although that sense of impending doom that accompanied every match involving a Division member was looming. And it seemed to be affecting Andrews as well, his eyes darting around the arena, clearly uneasy. The Division had a reputation for ambushing their targets, and Duke seemed particularly aware of their potential interference. He shook off his nerves, focusing on his opponent: Donovan Keane, who was poised and ready, brimming with confidence. As the two locked up, it was immediately clear that this was going to be a hard-hitting contest. Duke used his strength to shove Donovan into the corner, following up with a brutal knife-edge chop to the chest. The sound echoed through the arena, and Donovan winced, but quickly responded with a swift elbow to Duke's jaw, backing him off. Keane used his agility to avoid Duke’s strikes, ducking and weaving, looking for openings to capitalize.
Duke’s brawling style was on full display as he laid into Donovan with heavy right hands, trying to overpower him early on. However, Donnie was nimble, using his speed to evade the majority of Duke’s attacks, landing a standing shooting star press onto Duke’s chest. The impact took the wind out of Duke, but he immediately pushed Keane off him, rising to his feet. It was clear the fight was personal, with both men refusing to give an inch. Andrews tried to wear Donovan down with a submission hold, locking in a grounding armbar, using his technical mind to manipulate Keane’s limbs. But Donovan’s resilience shone through as he fought to the ropes, eventually breaking the hold. Duke’s frustration began to show. He looked around the arena, once again cautious of any potential interference from The Division. His nervousness led to a lapse in focus, and Donovan capitalized on the moment, hitting a springboard roundhouse kick that left Duke reeling
The referee struggled to maintain control as the match grew more chaotic. Duke lashed out, cornering Donovan with a series of wild punches, before attempting a signature Red, White, Blue Combo. Donovan managed to block the third punch, countering with a lightning-quick J-Kick to Duke’s face. The kick sent Duke stumbling back, but he regained his balance quickly, the tension between the two men palpable. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Duke powered up, hitting a brutal Killshot! A V-trigger right to Donovan’s jaw. Donovan staggered, but was far from out. He barely managed to dodge Duke’s finishing move, The Andrews Effect, attempting to catch his breath and clear his head. Donovan fired back with a suicide dive to the outside, crashing into Duke and sending them both spilling to the floor.
Duke rolled to his feet, but his anxiety was clear. He scanned the arena once more, searching for any signs of The Division. This gave Donovan the opening he needed, as he quickly jumped up onto the apron and hit a stunning springboard knee strike, sending Duke crashing back to the mat. Donovan moved to cover him, but he kicked out at the last possible second, showing his incredible toughness.The action continued at a frenetic pace, but Duke’s mental focus had finally returned. He shut out the thoughts of The Division and concentrated on winning. Donovan attempted a second springboard roundhouse kick, but Duke rolled out of the way just in time. Seizing the opportunity, Duke lifted Donovan into position and executed The Andrews Effect with brutal precision. The impact was enough to keep Donovan down for the count. The referee's hand hit the mat three times, and the bell rang, signalling Duke Andrews' victory. He was victorious, but his gaze remained wary, as if expecting the worst at any moment. The crowd cheered his hard-fought win, but the tension in the air was thick. Duke had won the battle, but the threat of The Division loomed large.

WINNER: Duke Andrews
BY: Pinfall (Andrews Effect), 10:44

The scene backstage introduced us to a high confident young woman, wearing her title nicely on her shoulder she looked to the be in a form fitting black dress, with just a little sparkle to add to the ensemble, she took a deep breath.

Ahalya Patel:
Well well, look who it is, another night, another show where we do what we’ve got to do.

She appeared confident, arrogant even to that fact. Knowingly taking her time to speak.

Ahalya Patel:
You know people seem to forget that I was doing just fine without the Division as back up. They suddenly think because I have joined the group that suddenly I needed them in order to be a success, but anyone who possibly thinks that hasn’t been following my career. Every belt that I have ever captured has remained in my possession, its stayed securely around my waist until the company ended up closing or I was taking a break, never in my nine year history have I ever lost a belt that is mine and quite frankly, there are no plans to do that anytime soon either. The thing about that is. Someone told me that I finally had some competition.

She chuckled.

Ahalya Patel:
Right the five-foot kick of dynamite was supposed to be the one to suddenly dethrone me. Why? Because suddenly Ahalya’s the bad guy? Please. No matter what side I have fallen on in the past I have come in and bested the rest of the competition. There has been no one in this business that can dominate like me and that include my compatriots. Julian has always known that it is best to have the Lioness on his team, because that means the teams automatic success. From our days in the Alliance to our now imminent rise in the division, I’ve always held my own and haven’t needed someone to carry me along, so to think the one woman in this company who keeps literally and figuratively coming up short was going to be able to stop me was the biggest joke I’d heard in some time.

She scoffed at the thought.

Ahalya Patel:
Nevertheless, Tiff did do something I never imagined I would give her credit for and that was getting the hell out of my way. She took another extended break, leave of absence, retirement, whatever you want to call it. I’m here and she’s not. Meaning there’s no clear contender to challenge me for what is mine now. I like it better that way it means I get to handle business without someone thinking they can take what is mine. Which leads me to tonight. This lovely main event where Millennium Staff finally learned exactly where they should be booking me. As THE main event. Champion versus Champion. Patelly versus Skylynn Reed. Millennium CXXIV.

She put a hand through her hair as she stared into the camera lens and she smiled menacingly.

Ahalya Patel:
Intercontinental Champion and newly one it seems, but Sky I promise you my name isn’t Melody and while you may proudly hoist that title above your head and be so proud that you supposedly earned it. What I’m going to do is show you exactly why I’ve been dominating the Chicago Way Division. I’m going to show you why I they call me the Indian Queen, and I’m going to give you the beating that your partner should’ve been receiving before she tucked tail and ran.

She now stepped forward patting her belt and glaring away. Though it looked as if she might have something else to say she simply turned and walked away.

Champion vs Champion Match

Ahalya Patel VS Skylynn Reed

The tension in the arena was palpable as the main event of the night approached: a singles match between Ahalya Patel and Skylynn Reed. The bell rang, and both women immediately circled each other, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. The new Intercontinental champion against the dominant Chicago Way champion, the woman Sky’s wife Tiff had earned the right to challenge before taking the surprising decision to step away from competition to focus on a manager career. Skylynn Reed, ever the wild force in the ring, was the first to strike. She lunged forward with an aggressive series of punches, aiming to push Ahalya onto the backfoot. Patel, however, was quick to respond, her agile footwork allowing her to evade the strikes with ease. She darted around the ring, using her speed and precise movements to frustrate Skylynn. Ahalya’s background in martial arts was evident as she expertly blocked and countered with open palm strikes that targeted Skylynn’s pressure points, momentarily staggering her larger opponent
Skylynn, never one to be outdone, snarled at Ahalya, taunting her as she tried to land a heavier blow. “That all you got?” she yelled, trying to provoke Ahalya into a mistake. Patel smirked in response, clearly unfazed, and shot back, “It’s enough to make your little girlfriend run from me.” The mental games between the two intensified as the match progressed. Skylynn attempted to press her size advantage with a series of power moves, including a wild Suicide Dive Forearm that sent both women tumbling to the outside. Both women were quick to recover, trading strikes out of the ring. The Indian Queen landed a high kick to the head and entered the ring to interrupt the count. Just as quick as she entered, she left, and did so in a spectacular way with a Power Tumbling Into Outside Dive, her body flipping effortlessly over the top rope to crash into Skylynn, knocking her to the floor. Despite Ahalya’s attitude and questionable allegiances, the move itself was impressive enough to earn her a round of applause.
The crowd was on their feet as both women took turns exchanging brutal strikes and high-flying maneuvers. Ahalya looked to take control with a Standing Headscissors into Takedown, her legs wrapping around Skylynn’s head and bringing her down to the mat, but Skylynn powered out, showing her resilience. She caught Ahalya with a well-timed Shining Wizard, knocking Ahalya flat on her back and nearly securing the victory. With the match reaching its peak, Skylynn attempted her finishing move, For Someone’s Glory, a devastating curbstomp that had felled many opponents before. But just as she was about to deliver it, the tide turned. Ahalya rolled out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding the impact. As the two women struggled to regain their footing, the match had clearly reached a boiling point.
Suddenly, the sound of rushing footsteps echoed through the arena. Olly, stormed down the ramp and snatched Skylynn’s title from the timekeeper table. Without hesitation, he slid into the ring and cracked Skylynn across the back with her Intercontinental Championship belt. The referee immediately called for the bell, declaring Skylynn the winner by disqualification. But the attack was far from over. With Skylynn reeling from the belt shot, Ahalya wasted no time in joining the assault. She delivered a rapid-fire series of strikes, using her agility to move around Skylynn’s larger frame. Olly joined in, throwing kicks and punches, as the two of them tore into Skylynn with brutal efficiency. The crowd erupted in boos as the vicious beatdown unfolded, with Ahalya and Olly showing no mercy to the fallen Skylynn. Ahalya delivered a vicious En Femina, a stunning 540 high kick that left Skylynn barely able to stand. Olly picked her up over his shoulders and dropped her into the Born To Lose, leaving her motionless on the canvas. He picked up the title and dropped it onto her motionless body. Tiff finally came running down the ramp to check her wife, kneeling next to her and whispering something into her ear. Her glance then raised, meeting Olly and Ahalya’s eyes. They looked down to her, a sneering and taunting grin on their faces. Without saying a word, the two Division Members made their exit, leaving the paramedics to attend the fallen Intercontinental champion.

WINNER: Skylynn Reed
BY: DQ (outside interference), 15:33

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