Riot In Georgia

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Post by gvb on Nov 19, 2024 5:40:03 GMT -6

Riot in Georgia II

Live from Gas South Arena in Duluth, GA
Monday, November 18th, 2024

Chaos Theory Match

Luna © VS Crystal Zdunich

The opening match of *Riot In Georgia II* saw the defending Chaos Theory Champion, Luna Smith, face off against the determined challenger, Crystal Zdunich. With the 15-minute time limit hanging over the contest, both women knew they had to keep the pace high and the action intense, and they delivered on both fronts. Luna, as the reigning champion, walked to the ring with an air of confidence, her eyes shining with a self-assuredness that only a "Star of the Night" could possess. She wasn’t here to just wrestle – she was here to remind everyone why she was at the top of the food chain. Crystal, on the other hand, had her own set of struggles to contend with. Having lost the spark of her former identity, she was fighting with everything she had left in an attempt to prove she still had what it took to be a champion.From the bell, it was clear that the match would be a fast-paced affair. Both women were hungry for a quick victory, and they fought with urgency. Luna, using her trademark cunning and quick thinking, wasted no time trying to put Crystal on the back foot. She initiated with a spinning headscissors that sent Crystal tumbling across the ring, before quickly following up with a shotgun dropkick. The early sequence showcased Luna’s exceptional agility and her ability to combine her Krav Maga background with her high-flying style, catching Crystal off guard and forcing her into defensive mode.
The pace quickened as both competitors desperately sought to end the match before the time limit caught up with them. Luna hit her "Dark Side of Luna" cheeky nandos kick, but Crystal, ever the risk-taker, kicked out just in time. Luna’s patience was running thin, and her impetuousness became evident as she started to break the rules. As Crystal climbed the ropes to execute a top-rope hurricanrana, Luna quickly slid out of the ring, clearly trying to catch her breath and recalibrate. However, Crystal was not to be outdone, launching herself over the top rope in a dazzling display of acrobatics. She executed an ultra hurricanrana that sent Luna crashing to the mat with force, prompting a near fall that had the crowd on their feet. With both women now visibly fatigued, the match took on a frantic energy. Crystal’s "Mega Buster" cannonball off the top rope seemed to be her ticket to victory, but Luna managed to roll away at the last moment, leaving Crystal to crash and burn on the mat. The missed manoeuvre shifted the momentum back in Luna’s favour, and she wasted no time in capitalising on Crystal’s mistake.
Luna, sensing her opportunity, hit a perfectly executed Starstorm discus spinning roundhouse, rocking Crystal and sending her sprawling across the canvas. Luna quickly followed with her "Upgrade" combination of knee strikes and a neckbreaker, leaving Crystal in a dazed state, struggling to gather her bearings. Luna, realising the time was quickly running out, saw that she had only a few minutes left to end the match. The champion knew that it was time to pull out all the stops.As Crystal tried to recover, Luna positioned herself in the corner, stalking her opponent like a predator. With the crowd firmly behind her, Luna went for her signature finishing move, the "Stardom" Sparkle Splash. She leapt from the top rope with grace, but Crystal’s quick reflexes allowed her to roll out of the way just in time, causing Luna to crash hard on the canvas. Crystal quickly scrambled for a pin attempt, but Luna kicked out just before the referee’s hand could hit the mat for a third time. The near fall was a heart-stopping moment, as both competitors were on the edge of exhaustion.
The match drew to a close as the timer approached its final moments, and both women knew they had only seconds left. Luna, ever the opportunist, finally capitalised on Crystal’s weakened state. She set up for her "Thestral" finisher, the Ember Moon’s Eclipse, as Crystal struggled to get to her feet. With a sudden burst of energy, Luna launched herself into the air, hitting the devastating move with pinpoint accuracy. Crystal crumpled to the mat, unable to respond as Luna made the cover. The referee counted the three, and the bell rang just as the time limit expired. Luna Smith had successfully retained her Chaos Theory Championship. As Luna stood triumphantly, clutching her title with a beaming smile, Crystal sat in the corner, visibly disappointed by yet another loss. While Luna celebrated, the crowd murmured in mixed reactions, some impressed by Luna’s calculated performance, while others felt for Crystal, who had come so close but seemed unable to find her footing in the ring. Luna, however, knew this was just another step on her journey to stardom, and she basked in the glory of her hard-earned victory.

WINNER: Luna (STILL CHAOS THEORY CHAMPION)
BY: Pinfall (Thestral), 11:02

Backstage we find Braisechance members Lexie Smith & Rome Gallagher. Lexie has on a full white gear. Thigh high boots with red studs. A one piece with some red three scratch designs on the hips and shoulders. She has a pair of bracer designs on atop her gloves. Meanwhile Rome rocked the red singlet.

Rome Gallagher:
Riot in Georgia. Different city and this tag team is looking for a different result than how it went down in Oklahoma. A step back? We don't like that

Fans:
We don't like that.

Which makes both Lexie and Rome smile.

Rome Gallagher:
Georgia don't like that.

The pop drowns out the fans shouting back: We don't like that.

Rome Gallagher:
And my partner Lexie sure as hell doesn't like taking a long route to title town. We'll see the Vision again somewhere down the line, but tonight the focus is on a multi time tag team champions. Bad & Boujee. But the title I'm interested in is that MWE tag title you've held. Oh we like that.

Fans:
We like that.

Rome feeds off that crowds energy, loudly yelling into the mic with a resounding Yes

Rome Gallagher:
Yessss! we really like that because you know what it's like to hold the gold above the division.

Lexie Smith steps in front of her partner and the camera naturally lowers to have her center shot. She shows off her lucky shamrock design on her gloves gradually turning into black fire as they go up her arms.

Lexie Smith:
But you're a high profile target for Romeo and I. The perfect bounce back and get this Juggernaut in the ring with Matt Stone again. So we've been quiet on Social Media and putting in the training in. To make sure our fans see the years we've spent together making ourselves tag team champions in our own right.

She looks back at Rome who's singlet has their title wins on the left side. She quickly turned back to resume her point.

Lexie Smith:
Because we know they want to see us with Millennium Gold. It was inevitable when we both signed here. The fans saw us making our debut and knew, in their head and their heart, that Braisechance was destined for gold.

Lexie steps slightly to the side so their united side by side. She turns to her side to draw her hands down Romeo's arm, drawing the camera in to see what kind of partner Lexie has in her corner. Built. Strong..

Lexie Smith:
And with a partner like Romeo. The real life Super Soilder, Fireman, Fastest Spear in the Game, I'd hate to be Aliyah or Annica. Identical Twins, sure, but after a match man like Romeo, could be walking out fraternal twins

Likewise The Gallagher Guy takes a knee so Lex can be the taller figure as he goes into what kind of partner he has.

Rome Gallagher:
And that's if, and a very Big IF - this assassin like striker doesn't deal the deadly blow. Next to me she looks petite, but she's a technical terror, and generous with the jabs. The Hard hitting queen of making losers scream. Lucky Lexie Smith, Always Bet on Lex. What else do I have to say?

Lexie Smith:
We didn't start the fire?

Rome half cracked a smile but she didn't get him to break.

Rome Gallagher:
We are the fire. Let's go neutralize these twins.

Lexie's sinister smirk is very visible.

Lexie Smith:
I thought you'd never ask.

Tag Team Match

Bad & Boujee VS BraiseChance

The second match of Riot in Georgia II saw a thrilling tag team clash as the duo of Bad & Boujee, consisting of Aliyah and Annica Greene, took on the up-and-coming faces, BraiseChance—Lexie Smith and Rome Gallagher. The established Bad & Boujee, former MWE Tag Team Champions, were looking to prove their superiority over the rising team, but it wasn’t going to be an easy task. From the opening bell, it was clear that Rome Gallagher's brute strength would be a pivotal factor in the match. Rome, standing at an imposing height, quickly took control of the early moments, overpowering Annica Greene with his sheer power. A quick Irish whip sent Annica into the corner, and Rome followed up with a crushing running big boot that rattled the ring. The force of the impact made the crowd gasp as Annica slumped against the turnbuckle. Lexie Smith, quick to tag in, wasted no time in exploiting Annica's weakened state. Lexie, known for her athleticism, used her speed to keep Annica grounded, landing a wicked snap powerslam that nearly had the match won early.
Despite the strong start from BraiseChance, Bad & Boujee fought back with their trademark aggression. Aliyah Greene, showing her veteran experience, tagged in and immediately set to work on Lexie, landing a sharp standing moonsault side slam. She followed up with a springboard seated senton that left Lexie reeling, but the fiery face wasn't going down without a fight. Lexie’s ice-cold determination saw her reverse a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown into a brutal running jumping spike DDT. The crowd exploded as Lexie quickly made the tag to Rome, who stormed in like a freight train. Rome brought the fight to Aliyah, landing thunderous strikes, including a devastating arm trap headbutt and a huge spinebuster. Aliyah seemed outmatched in size and power, but she displayed her tactical know-how, pulling Rome into a quick snap side headlock takeover to slow him down. However, Rome’s strength proved to be too much, and after powering out, he landed his devastating Atomic Buster (Bubba Bomb) on Aliyah. The ring shook as Aliyah hit the mat hard, but she quickly managed to tag Annica back into the match.
Annica, ever the opportunist, immediately went for a springboard elbow drop, but Rome caught her mid-air with an explosive deadlift powerbomb that nearly folded Annica in half. The power dynamic was clearly in favour of BraiseChance, and it seemed like Bad & Boujee would struggle to recover. But they had one ace left up their sleeve. Aliyah, sensing the match slipping away, capitalised on a momentary distraction by the referee. As Rome prepared for another devastating move, Aliyah, still reeling from the previous attacks, quickly used the ropes to her advantage. She tagged Annica and caught Lexie with a quick, unobserved low blow as the referee’s attention was diverted by a skirmish on the outside. The sly and underhanded tactics of Bad & Boujee paid off, as Aliyah swiftly tagged Annica, who immediately set Lexie up for their devastating team finisher.
Annica hit the ropes and sprang off with a perfect slingshot elbow drop, but Lexie barely moved in time. Despite her defiance, Lexie found herself trapped in a corner as Annica hit her with a pop-up powerbomb, but the situation would get worse for BraiseChance. Annica rolled her opponent up and, knowing the match was on the line, used the ropes for leverage, pinning Lexie for the three-count while the referee failed to notice. The bell rang, signalling the victory for Bad & Boujee, much to the dismay of the crowd. Aliyah and Annica celebrated their win, flashing smug smiles as they taunted their fallen opponents. The match had been a brutal, high-intensity showcase of power, speed, and underhanded tactics, with BraiseChance showing they could hang with the big names. However, the experienced Bad & Boujee proved their cunning and sneakiness was enough to put them over the top, though not without some controversy. Rome and Lexie were visibly frustrated after the match, but their resilience was clear. This was far from the last time these two teams would cross paths, and the seeds for a future rivalry had been planted. For now, however, Bad & Boujee took the victory, but the fight between these four competitors was far from over.

WINNER: Bad & Boujee
BY: Pinfall (Roll-Up), 12:36

The lights dim slightly and the beginning sounds of Unsainted blares through. It’s music that hasn’t been heard in professional wrestling at all in several months. Instinctively…there’s a cheer as this is a return even if there are those who truly haven’t forgotten booing the music; it’s then confirmed as Seth Iser slowly walks through the curtain in a black and silver variation of his wrestling attire, new trench coat included, for the first time in months. He pauses after the first couple of steps, a rarity, before he nods his head listening to the reaction he’s getting. He then starts his usual, methodical walk toward the ring with a contemplative expression coming over his face.

He then starts to pull himself onto the ring apron and enters the ring in his normal fashion. Since it’s just a little before his advertised match…he is asking for a microphone. There isn’t anybody denying him that request as he calmly gestures for the music to stop playing. The moment it does, we hear the mixture of reactions coming from the Georgia natives and he isn’t rushing to cut them off in any way. In fact, he’s just content to let it persist for a couple of moments before he finally raises the microphone up.

Seth Iser:
You never know how much you truly miss something until you’re away for a long time. As odd as it may sound, I missed hearing the various reactions whether it’s the positive…or the people giving me the finger. And damn…I missed this.

The honest admission gets a universal cheer from the audience and rather than the Iser smirk you actually have a genuine smile from the face from the veteran. He does let the cheer subside first before as the smile fades from his face.

Seth Iser:
When people tell you that professional wrestling hurts…they don’t lie about that fact. Anything can happen at any given time but injuries are a part of the line of work. People often work hurt in this profession all the time; we, however, also know long term injuries can be part of the game. Even on the most routine things. I did a spinebuster at the beginning of the year, a routine thing I’ve done hundreds of times, but I felt something pop in my knee. One of the closest things to a non contact injury you’ll ever see in pro wrestling. Those are more terrifying than a contact one. I knew it was bad. Still finished the match…did what I had to. Then I went to the hospital. The MRI revealed I completely blew my meniscus and partially tore my patella tendon. I almost had the triple whammy but…that was at least six months. But this took…ten.

He pauses for a moment, considering his words and glances at the crowd that’s intent on listening to the veteran speaking. He brushes the hair from his face, a more solemn expression coming over his face.

Seth Iser:
Illness also took hold toward the end of the recovery for my knee. Covid kicked my ass in a pretty foul way at that moment, I can’t deny that. Not being able to taste things properly for over a month screws with your system. And there’s not a whole hell of a lot you can do when you are ill. It’d be easy for any athlete in that position, especially one closer to the end like I am then they are to the beginning to ponder what a post athletic career might be like…it’s a thought that’s come across my brain enough times as it is. To think about how I want to be remembered…as I was or as I am?

There’s this nod of the head as there’s a murmur going on in the audience as he’s dancing around that dreaded word.

Seth Iser:
…Things started clearing up bit by bit. It took some time but I recovered from illness. Got to be able to taste which was a blessing you don’t realize you miss until it’s taken away from you. It meant getting back to rehabilitation…and updating my notebook because…if I was going to work this damn hard to get my body back to where it was, maybe even better now that I am not hobbled by a nagging injury…well, there was little doubt I was going to return to the damned ring as this is where I belong. This is where I went from a wild eyed boy with no responsibility and grew into a god damned man!

A rarity with Iser speaking outside of his hometown as in this moment…he’s being universally cheered for this declaration.

Seth Iser:
Hell, I’d probably say I grew up in front of the wrestling audience over the past two decades. December…will make it year twenty-two I’ve partaken in the industry. I’ve been wrestling longer then a lot of the young blood kids that get into this sport now have been alive but many things still haven’t changed. Not entirely…the wrestlers themselves by name have…the moves people love to use have. But…the basics and the core of what this industry is…that’s timeless. And I still have a duty to teach, preserve the traditions, and show the old school way of preparation still gets the job done.

Again, universal cheers are another rarity but now we’re finally getting to the far more familiar Iser smirk that has a predatory air to it as he shakes his fingers and his head.

Seth Iser:
But don’t misconstrue that for me going against who I’ve become. I’ve grown up a lot…changed in the evolving industry and will continue to evolve, learn and adapt until the day I no longer lace up the boots. I’ve never…once hidden who I am. For how long I’ve been in the game…for how they’re building off the tricks I utilized…I’m this sport’s true Ancient Evil. A cunning and vicious fighter who knows every angle of that ring, every move ever done…and even every referee cadence one can imagine to manipulate things in…my way. Which brings us to…the here and now because somebody else…has evolved. And evolved…quite a lot.

The smirk remains in place as he’s nodding his head calmly. The facial expression is stern, serious, and much more what you’d expect from the long time veteran finally.

Seth Iser:
Oh…young Penny. Once one half of a damned talented Jetpack has now started that odyssey to truly become what she is meant to be in this industry. And when I was still in the process of getting my taste back from Covid…I popped in what she did to Ash. She beat the hell out of Ash…truly she did. I knew she had some technical chops. I knew she was an athlete but…

Then there’s a smirk coming across his face yet again, almost as if he’s delighting in the challenge that’s come to him.

Seth Iser:
Young Penny has grown into Penelope by finding that vicious streak as well as tapping into that will that no matter what you do to her…she’ll find a way to pull herself to her feet, take a second and third blow and still keep coming back for more. Maybe not the most expedient route to get the job done…but quite a will breaker when she pulls this off. She’s going to find herself winning plenty of championship gold yet again but as a singles player now as she’s finding what she ultimately should be in our industry. And hell…you’re seeing her grow up in front of your eyes as well…like many of us who stick with the industry for a long enough period of time. The woman who keeps going no matter the obstacle in her place. It truly makes me curious how…much further along she is even as these pieces fall into place.

He then nods his head, the fans are growing to cheer Penny as Seth is mentioning her by name.

Seth Iser:
I’ve…also made a career in finding ways to break down those who seemingly have no real way of being broken. Hell, I have won a few championships with that part of my skill set. But…here we stand moments before battle and I get a full taste of this evolution she’s gone through. Not an easy match to return to but…old habits in doing certain things the hard way die hard. I can’t help myself in that regard…whenever you see someone taking that step up, you want to engage them in this form of combat in this very ring. At least, that’s how I was taught…and now I get to see just how on point my updated scouting report is. And what other…surprises she might have.

He shakes his head though, the familiar arrogance of one of the more dislikable personalities in pro wrestling seeping in with that smirk truly etched on his face.

Seth Iser:
But don’t you and the people here misconstrue my praise…from another fact. That she still isn’t where she needs to be…to defeat me right now.

He has expertly with that line gotten some of the audience to go back to booing him.

Seth Iser:
And I’ll give every bit of vile and venom that still courses through my veins to prove that I’m still who I’ve always said I am. One of the games greatest…one who has defied true aging by getting better as he’s gotten older. And the one who is going to eventually hold massive championships yet again as he’s entering his mid-forties. You’ll have your day lass. Even with the competition here, yes you’ll have your day sooner rather than later. I see it coming. People who are actually paying attention to the sport also can see it coming. But it won’t be against me…because I’m about to remind people of who the hell I truly am when that bell rings.

And then he leans back on the ropes, the smirk is gone but the scowl that often comes on his face when he’s about to do battle is in place.

Seth Iser:
And everybody else…well…I’m going to prove that they’re truly in just a battle to see who is fighting for second place.

It’s with this particular closing statement that Seth puts the microphone down and starts to take off his ring jacket as he’s about ready to go wrestle his first match back since the beginning of the year.

Singles Match

Penny Kaplan VS Seth Iser

The fourth match of Riot in Georgia II was a clash of two wrestlers with a deep history between them. Penny Kaplan, known for her lightning-fast, high-flying style, stepped into the ring against Seth Iser, a veteran powerhouse with a wealth of experience and a reputation as a former World Champion. Their paths had crossed before, years ago in Australia, both competing in the IYHWF, but much had changed since then. Penny, always a fierce competitor, had grown in speed and resilience, but she seemed different this time—distracted, almost disconnected at moments. Seth, on the other hand, had seen it all, and he was quick to recognise that this was not the Penny he once knew. From the start, Seth was the one who asserted dominance. With a trademark hard right hand, he rocked Penny, knocking her off her balance. His power was evident as he tossed her with ease across the ring, showcasing the experience gap. But Penny was nothing if not resilient. She quickly recovered, landing a shotgun dropkick that sent Seth stumbling back. She followed it up with a springboard flying knee, hitting him squarely in the face. The crowd responded with cheers as Penny showcased her speed and agility, the quickness that had always been her trademark.
Despite the initial flurry from Penny, Seth kept his cool. He absorbed her strikes and then methodically took control with his own brutal offence. A series of hard knife-edged chops rattled Penny’s chest, but she fought through them, her fighting spirit unwavering. She attempted to catch Seth with a spinning elbow drop, but he sidestepped at the last moment, allowing her to crash into the mat. This momentary misstep was enough for Seth to seize the opportunity, trapping her in a pendulum backbreaker that bent her back at a horrific angle. The veteran’s experience was beginning to show, as he worked over her back with calculated strikes and submissions.Seth's dirty tactics also came into play, as he used a quick rake to the eyes to gain an advantage when the referee's back was turned. The crowd groaned at the underhanded move, but it was all part of Seth’s strategy to wear down his opponent. He continued to dominate, using his strength to keep Penny grounded. A spinebuster followed by a knee brace grind had Penny writhing in pain. Seth didn’t let up, continuing to grind her down with a series of knee drops, each one targeting a different part of Penny’s body.
But Penny wasn’t done. With a sudden burst of energy, she hit a roundhouse kick to Seth’s head, staggering him and giving her a momentary respite. She knew she had to stay on him, so she transitioned into a three-point stance clothesline that sent him crashing to the mat. Penny capitalised on this, climbing the ropes for a daring corkscrew neckbreaker—her Penelope Code. But Seth had seen it coming. At the last moment, he rolled out of the way, and Penny landed awkwardly on the mat. It was a pivotal moment, and Seth quickly took control again. He whipped Penny into the corner and followed up with a brutal running boot to the face, the impact leaving Penny stunned. As she slumped in the corner, Seth took a moment to taunt her, sensing the opportunity to finish the match. He grabbed her, setting her up for his Deprivation DDT, his signature move that had put many opponents away in the past. Penny fought back, desperately trying to break free, but Seth’s grip was unrelenting. With a quick, decisive motion, he planted her head-first into the canvas, the impact causing a visible jolt in her body.
The referee slid into position for the pin as Seth hooked both legs, and the crowd fell into silence, watching as the count reached three. Seth Iser had won, but there was a certain melancholy to the victory. Penny had put up a valiant fight, holding her own against a man with far more experience, but ultimately, the veteran’s calculated strategy had been too much. Seth stood over her, breathing heavily but victorious, a small nod of acknowledgment given to his fallen opponent. As the bell rang, Seth’s gaze shifted, a look of contemplation crossing his face. He had won, but he knew there was more to Penny than what he had seen tonight. Something was off—she wasn’t the same woman he had faced years ago. The match was over, but for Seth, there were more questions than answers about the enigmatic Penny Kaplan. The fans, though disappointed by the outcome, showed their respect for both competitors, applauding the effort put forth by Penny. Seth, however, didn’t take time to celebrate. Instead, he left the ring with a contemplative look, the sense that this was not the last time he would face Penny Kaplan lingering in the air.

WINNER: Seth Iser
BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 11:55

The arena is buzzing with anticipation as the crowd settles back in, ready for the next match. Suddenly, the lights dim, casting a golden glow over the stage. The first notes of “Kintsugi” by Like Moths to Flames echo through the speakers, and the fans’ cheers rise, recognizing the entrance music of Riley Savell.

Riley steps onto the stage, her gaze intense and focused as she strides down the ramp with purpose, a microphone already in her hand. There’s no hint of a smile on her face, only a look of frustration and determination. She brushes her feet on the apron before stepping into the ring, her eyes locked straight ahead. As her music fades, she raises the microphone to her lips, her voice dripping with irritation.

RILEY SAVELL:
Enough of the games. Enough of the childish, petty bullshit.

The crowd reacts, sensing the intensity in her words as she takes a steadying breath.

RILEY SAVELL:
I didn’t come to MWE to deal with distractions. I didn’t come here to play these high school-level games. I came here to prove something… Something to myself, to all of you, and to everyone backstage.

Her eyes narrow as she paces, the frustration building.

RILEY SAVELL:
I wanted to test myself against Melissa Reeves, someone I might not like but at least respect for what she’s done in this business. But no, Ava Grimes just had to insert herself, ruin what could’ve been a real match. So let me be clear… I have no interest in playing in their little soap opera. I don’t care for their drama. I don’t care about their petty issues. I am here for one thing, and one thing only.

Riley pauses, her voice steady and almost chilling as she speaks.

RILEY SAVELL:
I’m here to do what my sister Faith wanted, to fulfill the dream she couldn’t finish. I’m here to become the MWE World Champion.

The crowd cheers, her declaration hitting hard as she continues.

RILEY SAVELL:
So, Billy Danielson… ‘The Franchise,’ ‘The Greatest of All Time’...

She smirks slightly, mocking his nicknames,

RILEY SAVELL:
You beat Julian Savell for that title, defending it against him in a lumberjack match to prove you’re the ‘real deal.’ Well, congratulations. But if you’re as good as you say you are, then it’s time to take on a real challenge. It’s time to step into the ring with THEE superior Savell.

She stops pacing, facing the hard camera directly.

RILEY SAVELL:
Yeah, I’m new to MWE. Maybe I’m the fresh blood around here. But that doesn’t change the fact that I am Riley. Fucking. Savell. And I am THAT bitch.

The crowd roars, her words striking a chord as she stands tall, unwavering.

RILEY SAVELL:
So here’s my challenge to you, Billy. You say you’re the best? Prove it. Defend that MWE World Championship against me, because if you truly believe you deserve that gold, then you’ll step up and face me! That bitch who isn’t here to play any fucking games, who’s not here to make friends, but to take what I came for. To take WHAT’S MINE!

She pauses, letting the intensity of her words sink in.

RILEY SAVELL:
So, what’s it going to be, Billy? Are you ready to face the REAL challenge? Or are you just content to keep that title polished in your little ‘Gold Room’ shrine, waiting for someone who’s not even half the competition I am?

Riley lowers the mic, her piercing gaze locked on the entrance ramp, daring Billy to respond. The crowd is electric, waiting to see if the MWE World Champion will answer her challenge. Riley stands there for a moment and there’s no music, no sign of Billy at all. Riley rolled her eyes before dropping the microphone onto the mat and her music hitting. The fans boo the non-reply as Riley slid out of the ring and walked up the ramp, clearly frustrated.

Jr. Heavyweight Championship Match

Abby Blake © VS Rick Benson

The Junior Heavyweight Championship match at Riot in Georgia II had an undeniable emotional weight, as Abby Blake, the defending champion, faced off against her close friend, Rick Benson. Both wrestlers had an established rapport inside the ring, and their mutual respect and camaraderie were felt in every aspect of the match. Despite their friendship, neither competitor held back, knowing that the stakes were high, and the championship was on the line. The audience sensed that this match would not only showcase high-flying action but would also be a demonstration of the respect these two shared for each other. As the bell rang, both Abby and Rick approached each other in the centre of the ring, locking eyes in a brief, almost silent exchange of mutual understanding. A handshake was offered, but the tension between them was palpable. It was clear they were both determined to win, but their connection would define how the match unfolded.
Rick started strong, using his all-around skillset to try and wear down the champion. He caught Abby early with a running wheelbarrow bulldog, sending her face-first into the mat. The crowd cheered for Rick, who quickly capitalised on his momentum with a corner dropkick that knocked Abby back into the turnbuckle. He followed up with a corner running uppercut, showing his versatility. But Abby’s resilience was evident as she quickly recovered, her fast-paced style keeping Rick on his toes. Abby retaliated with a springboard hurricanrana that sent Rick tumbling to the mat. She was known for her high-flying abilities, and her next move, a springboard middle dropkick to Rick’s knee, proved just how dangerous she could be in the air. She followed it up with a diving swanton bomb, but Rick rolled out of the way at the last second, narrowly avoiding the impact. Abby’s springboard lungblower attempt, a move she had rarely hit in competition, was also countered by Rick, who dodged and sent her crashing to the mat with a thunder punch.
The match continued in a back-and-forth fashion, with both wrestlers executing their signature moves. Abby hit her signature deadshot dropkick, never missing her target, and was quick to set Rick up for her Rosehammer Suplex—a jackhammer suplex that showed her strength despite her smaller frame. But Rick wasn't down for long. He weathered the storm and responded with a searing Seismic Toss, launching Abby over the top rope, causing her to crash onto the ring apron. The impact rattled her, but Abby’s quickness and resilience allowed her to slide back into the ring just before the referee's count reached ten. The two friends pushed each other to the limit. Rick’s high jump kick almost landed flush on Abby’s chin, but she ducked at the last moment and immediately countered with her Meep Meep, a corner crossbody followed by a slingshot bulldog that took Rick by surprise. She then locked in her signature Blake Lock, a move that left Rick struggling to escape as Abby tried to roll him into a pinning position. Rick fought through the hold, showing his strength by lifting Abby and powering out of the submission, much to the crowd’s delight.
The action reached its peak when Rick hit a spectacular diving DDT, planting Abby face-first into the mat. The momentum shifted, and Rick went for the cover, but Abby kicked out at two. Neither competitor was willing to stay down for long. Rick attempted his Monsutānī, a devastating Kinshasa knee strike, but Abby dodged just in time, her speed and agility on full display. She quickly capitalised on the opening with a springboard double foot stomp, known as her Double Jump Skidoo, a move she had used to great effect in multi-person matches. With both competitors exhausted but unwilling to give up, Abby sensed the match was nearing its end. She locked in her Giant Slayer, a high-angle Boston crab, a move that she used to submit some of the best in the business. Rick, however, refused to tap out. His grit was evident as he struggled to crawl toward the ropes, but Abby was relentless. She adjusted the hold, applying more pressure, forcing Rick to fight with every ounce of his strength to break free.
In a final show of respect, and knowing that their friendship had been tested to its limits, Rick slowly tapped out, submitting to Abby’s Giant Slayer. The bell rang, and Abby had retained her Junior Heavyweight Championship. She immediately released the hold and helped Rick to his feet. There were no hard feelings—just mutual respect. They shared a brief, emotional embrace in the centre of the ring as the crowd applauded the sportsmanship and the quality of the match they had just witnessed. Abby raised Rick’s hand in victory, a clear sign of the respect she had for her friend, even though she had bested him that night. Rick, still groggy but smiling, raised Abby’s hand in return, acknowledging her victory. The crowd roared in appreciation of the display of friendship and respect between the two competitors.

WINNER: Aby Blake (STILL JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION)
BY: Submission (Giant Slayer), 9:54

There was a darkened skyline in view, and the vision of a silhouette. A relatively tall man who’s makeshift position was only made visible by the clouds of his breath against the cold night sky. His hands in his pocket, his eyes towards the sky as the camera began to zoom in. If only to see the ever emotionless face of Jvstice Hardy. His camoflage hat with a signature Division logo with emphasis on the “v” took up a major part of the top frame as those cold and calculated eyes looked into the cameras lens.

Jvstice Hardy:
Hello again.

His voice was deep, calm, almost eerie.

Jvstice Hardy:
I’ve had some time to think. Some time to really perpetuate about things that have been happening lately. Lets call it the Millennium State. Last show I was booked somebody decided they wanted to take my opponent out. Hey all’s fair in war.

He smirked, before going back to that same expressionless lack of emotion.

Jvstice Hardy:
Then we had that main event, where they thought we were done, that they’d wiped us off the board. Rid of the Division and its ranks.

Jvstice smiled blatantly.

Jvstice Hardy:
But you were wrong.

The camera then zoomed back a bit, taking in his profile from mid range.

Jvstice Hardy:
See that’s the thing Ahalya and Olly were set to prove When you last caught Millennium, People mistakenly think that Julian is some sort of metaphysical leader, like we’re a part of some Cult of stupidity. Like Idle Worship has ever really been a thing. This group it’s a family, it’s a regime, and everytime you think you’ve slaughtered it. . . it just keeps growing. We’ve started the remnants of a new generation and those who think they needed to sabotage or cause subterfuge from the inside only had one thing coming. Complete and utter annihilation. Regardless of who they were, friend, foe, even family.

His expression grew somberless again as the clear indentation of who he was speaking about hung in the air.

Jvstice Hardy:
So then people started to question my loyalty. JV, could it be? A traitor to his cause. A deviant vigilante just waiting for his moment.

He laughed.

Jvstice Hardy:
Please, there was a time when I wanted to be this company’s savior, and various other companies that I worked for but each of you showed me exactly who it was that you were. Egos so big and bruised that you think that Altruism actually makes you a fucking hero. You’re so bent on being the good guy, that you can’t see that in a real war, the only heroes that exist depends on the narrative of the person telling the story. I have no dreams of being your hero, or protecting the family name that didn’t give a shit about me. I’ve chosen my side and unlike the rest of you cucks I’m a ride or die kind of guy.

He paused sticking his hands into his pockets.

Jvstice Hardy:
Yet there are always wild cards within the mix. Someone hard to defined in all of the mix, much like Jackie Fowler. You never really know just how to define him or what it is that he will do, you’ve seen him take glorious beatings and even bend the rules to his whims, but you’d be looking at this as if I intended to simply win.

Jvstice would only taper in his final thoughts.

Jvstice Hardy:
But these days I’m playing a different kind of hand, and tonight is just the start of the riot.

With that the scene closed.

Singles Match

Jvstice Hardy VS Jackie Fowler

Match Five of the Riot in Georgia II event saw the cold-hearted Jvstice Hardy of The Division take on the fiery brawler Jackie Fowler. From the moment the bell rang, it was clear this wasn’t going to be a technical showcase. Instead, it turned into a brutal, chaotic fight with both men looking to leave their mark. The crowd's anticipation was palpable, knowing this clash wasn't just another bout but a chapter in the ongoing war between Fowler and The Division. Jvstice entered the ring with his usual cocky swagger, throwing a smug grin towards the jeering crowd. His arrogance was matched by an unnerving calm, his eyes betraying a dangerous intensity. Jackie, on the other hand, stormed in like a man on a mission. With fists raised, he was laser-focused on dismantling Jvstice, who represented everything Fowler despised about The Division.
The early moments of the match were an all-out slugfest. Jackie wasted no time, unleashing a flurry of jabs and uppercuts, forcing Jvstice into the corner. Jvstice countered with a vicious European uppercut, creating space to regroup. He followed up with a spinning heel kick, a move that sent Jackie sprawling. Both men displayed a willingness to absorb punishment, neither backing down as the strikes grew stiffer and more brutal. As the brawl continued, Jvstice took control by employing his signature dirty tactics. A rake to the eyes halted Jackie's momentum, and Jvstice capitalised with a discus clothesline, nearly taking Jackie’s head off. Not content to simply overpower, Jvstice mockingly taunted Fowler, performing his signature arrogant shrug while holding him in a sleeper hold. The crowd’s boos only seemed to fuel his confidence as he yelled at Jackie to quit, adding insult to injury.
But Jackie was far from done. Summoning his inner resilience, he fought back with a series of spinning backfists, the crowd rallying behind him. One particularly vicious backfist sent Jvstice staggering, giving Jackie the opening to nail a devastating rope-assisted clothesline. The momentum shifted as Fowler pulled out his signature Ric Flair-style flop, momentarily catching Jvstice off guard before springing back up with a massive Stinger Splash. The battle soon spilled out of the ring, where things became even more chaotic. Jvstice, ever the opportunist, grabbed a chair from ringside but was met with a well-timed Cactus Clothesline from Jackie, sending both men crashing to the floor. Referee warnings were ignored as the two continued to batter each other around the ringside area. Jvstice managed to drive Jackie into the steel steps with a brutal fisherman’s suplex, showing his ruthless streak.
The turning point came when Jvstice appeared to be setting up for Truth in Vengeance. He hoisted Jackie onto his shoulders, but Fowler wriggled free, landing awkwardly yet regaining his footing. Sensing the shift, Jackie gave Jvstice the ultimate middle-finger salute—both literally and figuratively—before driving both fingers into Jvstice's eyes. The crowd erupted in laughter and cheers, savouring the moment of defiance. Blinded and furious, Jvstice swung wildly, but Jackie avoided the strikes, taking advantage with his signature Glock 17 single knee facebreaker. However, he couldn't capitalise as Jvstice rolled out of the ring. Fowler followed suit and the brawl resumed on the outside, with neither man paying attention to the referee’s count.
As the count approached ten, both wrestlers were trading heavy blows, oblivious to the danger of a double count-out. At nine, Jvstice managed to shove Jackie into the barricade, but Jackie rebounded with a Proper Football Kick, sending Jvstice staggering. The bell rang just as Jackie was lining up for his finisher, the Lancaster Bomber, signalling the match’s official result: a double count-out. The crowd booed the decision but roared in approval for the sheer intensity and drama of the fight. Security and officials rushed to separate the two as they continued to throw punches even after the bell. Neither man looked satisfied, and the animosity was far from over. Jackie’s war against The Division raged on, and it was clear Jvstice would not let this conflict rest either. This was no resolution—only a prelude to an even more violent encounter down the line.

WINNER: Draw
BY: Double Count Out, 14:30

The scene opens up backstage wehre we find the ever indulgent grin of the current reigning Riot Champion. Haylie LaFleur, she is poking away on her tablet that she is normally seen studying but she is quick to hide it away. The Formulaic not letting anyone catch her preparations for today. She slowly grabs her title belt softly placing it on her shoulder as she grins.

Haylie LaFleur:
Duluth Georgia, I must bid a great hello to the stunning Peach State.

She twirled around in a gown that matched gave off a very peachy vibe before she set into her stride.

Haylie LaFleur:
I know it has been a while since you’ve seen Millennium Wrestling Riot on your airwaves and what better place to bring it back then Duluth. The home of Southeastern Railways Museum and the beautiful beaches and sculptural gardens housed near Lake Lanier.

She spouted her historical references with a mix of eloquent poise and the remnants of her Bostonian Accent.

Haylie LaFleur:
It seems the time for pleasantries however has come to an end, because tonight I face off against a unique opponent. She invented an intricate brand and marketed herself to be quite a fantastic ambassador to a system that for all intents and purposes seems to be built on betterment and improvement and normally I would idolize that as both a female inventor, wrestler, and brand ambassador myself.

She touted a knowing grin.

Haylie LaFleur:
However in watching some of the brand’s centralized messaging what really seems to rise to the forefront are not just one centralized egotistic, but instead a group of women who’ve convinced themselves that they are the ticket to both health and fitness.

She shook her head.

Haylie LaFleur:
These troupes are based solely on appearance mind you and not proven health metrics such as BMI, specialized diet, a persons bodily function and how each individual gains, loses, and maintains muscle mass density and can participate in workout regimes. What appears as a intricate brand set to target a massive problem in the market today, instead solely goes to benefit its inventor and her posse and quite frankly that is not okay.

Haylie glared seemingly.

Haylie LaFleur:
To target such a thing as life longevity and fitness regimes, where people should be constantly working to achieve and maintain new beneficial goals, Marisol you’ve chosen to inherently inhibit a vulnerable group of people who simply want to better themselves but don’t really know how. Then you coincide that with the fact that your own ambitions as both a wrestler and performer often times get in the way of your supposed goal, and I find the complete fabrication of your entire philosophy to me nothing more than a massive lie. Proprogandized to fulfill your massive ego in which I cannot remotely begin to respect.

She shook her head again.

Haylie LaFleur:
Normally I try to see the best in the people I’m facing, but as your Reigning Riot Champion I see it as my duty to put an end to this charade and ensure that you all know the truth about this fraud. Because VilaroFit isn’t it.

She patted the top of her title then and she grinned.

Haylie LaFleur:
Be seeing you.

Singles Match

Haylie LaFleur VS Marisol Vilaro

As the bell rang, the atmosphere in the arena was electric. Riot Champion Haylie LaFleur, a master of high-energy, crowd-pumping performances, stood poised opposite Marisol Vilaro, whose cold calculation and ruthless tactics made her a dangerous contender. Accompanied by her manager, Nessa Wall, Marisol entered the match with a clear goal: secure a victory to position herself for a title shot. Haylie, relying on her twelve years of experience and diverse wrestling background, opened with a quick burst of offence. She executed a series of rapid chain wrestling manoeuvres, aiming to keep Marisol off balance. A lightning-fast 360 Discus Codebreaker had the crowd on their feet, but Marisol quickly rolled out of the ring to regroup, with Nessa providing a timely distraction. The referee’s attention was briefly diverted, giving Marisol a chance to recover and plot her next move
Back in the ring, Marisol slowed the pace, locking Haylie into a methodical headlock takedown. She followed this with a Spinning Wrist Lock, targeting Haylie’s arm to weaken her signature offence. Haylie, known for her resilience, twisted out and countered with a Springboard Facebuster, shifting momentum back in her favour. The crowd erupted as Haylie went for an early pin, but Marisol kicked out at two. Marisol retaliated with her VilaróFit Facial, brutalising Haylie with a series of punishing stomps. Each stomp was calculated, driving the champion’s head into the mat with increasing ferocity. The audience jeered, but Marisol revelled in their disdain. With Haylie dazed, Marisol transitioned into a Bow and Arrow Stretch, expertly targeting her opponent’s back and limbs. Haylie writhed in pain but refused to submit, feeding off the crowd’s energy to muster a counter.
In a spectacular display, Haylie performed her Over-The-Top-Rope Backflip Evasion, landing gracefully on the apron before delivering a Moonsault Sliced Bread to a stunned Marisol. The champion’s agility and creativity shone as she set up for her LaFluerian finisher. However, just as she charged forward, Nessa Wall climbed onto the apron, shouting at the referee. The brief distraction gave Marisol the opening she needed. She raked Haylie’s eyes, blinding her momentarily, before hitting a perfectly executed Fisherman Suplex. Marisol smirked, knowing she had turned the tide once again. Wasting no time, she applied the Marvelous Stretch, wearing down Haylie further.
Despite the punishment, Haylie fought back with sheer determination. She rallied with a series of aerial assaults, culminating in an Avalanche X-Factor from the top rope. The impact left both competitors sprawled on the canvas, the audience roaring in anticipation. Haylie slowly crawled for the cover, but Nessa again intervened, shouting loudly enough to distract the referee just long enough for Marisol to kick out. Seizing the opportunity, Marisol delivered a devastating Enzuigiri, followed by a Snap Suplex to set Haylie up for the finish. Sensing victory, she dragged Haylie to the centre of the ring and executed her finisher, Crunch Time. The impact was brutal, leaving Haylie motionless as Marisol hooked the leg for the three-count. Marisol Vilaro emerged victorious, her hand raised in triumph. With Nessa Wall’s assistance and her own cunning, she had not only defeated the Riot Champion but also made a strong case for a future title match. Haylie, ever the resilient competitor, received a standing ovation from the crowd as she exited the ring, showing respect for her valiant effort despite the loss.

WINNER: Marisol Vilaro
BY: Pinfall (Crunch Time), 15:22

The cameras cut to the backstage interview area, where the energy is high as the main event looms. Gavin Grimes stands front and center, dressed and ready for his long-awaited return to MWE, a confident smile on his face as he stands in front of the camera. Standing next to him, Lukas York looks focused but slightly tense, the weight of his recent losses showing on his expression. Gavin gives his best friend a reassuring clap on the back before facing the camera with a grin.

Gavin Grimes:
Man, I can’t tell you how pumped I am to be back! And yeah, I’ve made a lot of comebacks in my career, but this? This is the best one yet, because tonight, I get to team up with my best friend—my brother-in-law—Lukas York.

He glances at Lukas, who nods with a faint smile, and then back to the camera, his expression growing more determined.

Gavin Grimes:
Lukas and I have been through a lot together, and yeah, I know he’s had a rough stretch lately. But that’s why I’m here. I’m back to help him get back on the right track, to remind everyone why we’re two of the best to ever step foot in an MWE ring. And tonight, we’re gonna prove it.

Gavin’s expression turns from excitement to a more mischievous smirk as he shifts gears, clearly relishing the chance to talk a little smack.

Gavin Grimes:
And let’s be real here, our opponents? Rainer and Karen Nordhagen? Talk about dysfunctional. I mean, Rainer went from dating Karen’s daughter, Erika, to ditching her for Karen herself. That’s some next-level family drama right there. But hey, maybe they’ll work out their issues after we’re done with them tonight, because they’re about to get a lesson in what real family and real teamwork looks like.

He leans in a bit, his eyes shining with confidence as he addresses the Nordhagens directly.

Gavin Grimes:
You two can bring all the baggage and drama you want, but when you step into that ring with us? That’s where your little soap opera ends. Because tonight, Lukas and I? We’re taking this main event, and we’re doing it in style.

He looks over at Lukas with a grin, nodding confidently.

Gavin Grimes:
So what do you say, man? Let’s show these people what we’re made of and remind the Nordhagens that they’re way out of their league.

Gavin nods towards Lukas, giving him the floor and the moment to respond. It takes a second for Lukas to realise that Gavin is motioning for him to speak. He clears his throat and addresses the camera, the same troubled look on his face.

Lukas York:
Yeah exactly what Gavin said. Look whatever the Nordhagens are gonna bring to this fight, we’ll take it and we’re gonna give just as good, no, EVEN MORE to secure a victory. Because Gav isn’t gonna make his return not something to talk about, you already know what to expect from him. And me? I’m definitely gonna bring my A game and with my boy next to me, I’ve never felt more confident.

But the confidence in his demeanor is also tinged with frustration.

LUKAS YORK:
“I know I’ve said this before but I’m really not holding back because I want to turn things around for me personally. So there’s no one better than my bro here to help me.”

He nods, tensing his jaw. Gavin places his hand on Lukas’ shoulder and nods in agreement.

Gavin Grimes:
Lukas and I have known each other all of our lives. There isn’t any person in the world who gets me like he does. Lukas knows what my next move is gonna be before I even know it. We got that lifelong chemistry. Not some fucked up weirdo chemistry like the Nordhagens. Ya’ll will see why that Grimes and York is the perfect fucking team. After we dispose of you assholes? We’re heading for the tag team championships.

Gavin points at the camera and winks.

Gavin Grimes:
Hope ya’ll are ready for that.

Lukas York:
They better because there ain’t no stopping us now. We’re here to win and nothing less.

Lukas smirks, finally feeling more hopeful than before. They bump their fists together before making their way to their match.

Tag Team Match

Lukas York & Gavin Grimes VS The Nordhagens

The main event of Riot In Georgia II was a tag team showdown featuring Lukas York and Gavin Grimes against the formidable pairing of Karen and Rainer Nordhagen. This match was an exhilarating affair, showcasing the in-ring storytelling prowess of all four competitors. Both teams demonstrated exceptional chemistry, a given for the married Nordhagens, but a surprising and impressive development for Lukas and Gavin. Despite their friendship, the duo had not teamed before, making their synergy a revelation for the crowd. The action kicked off at a rapid pace, with both teams jockeying for control. Lukas and Gavin’s blend of technical mastery and high-flying agility kept the Nordhagens on their toes. Gavin, with his relentless study of opponents, anticipated Rainer’s early attempts to cut corners. Yet, the Nordhagens, veterans of underhanded tactics, used their cunning and teamwork to shift the momentum. Karen often distracted the referee, allowing Rainer to capitalise with cheap shots and double-team manoeuvres.
In the early goings, a heated moment saw Karen exchange barbs with Sophie Grimes, Gavin’s sister and Lukas’ wife, seated in the front row. Sophie, never one to hold back, hurled insults at Karen, who fired back before focusing once again on her opponents. This tension planted the seeds for the chaos that was to come later. Midway through the match, a turning point occurred when Rainer hit his signature The Last Stand knee strike. Lukas was quick enough to dodge it, and the impact sent the referee tumbling to the mat, rendering him unconscious. With no official to maintain order, the Nordhagens exploited the situation. Karen retrieved a kendo stick from under the ring, while Rainer grabbed a steel chair. Together, they unleashed a brutal assault on Lukas and Gavin, swinging their weapons with precision and malice.
But the underdog spirit of Lukas York and the never-say-die attitude of Gavin Grimes shone through. Fighting through the pain, Lukas countered a kendo stick strike with a swift boxing combo, ending in a devastating European uppercut that sent Rainer reeling. Gavin, meanwhile, used his speed to evade Karen’s attacks, nailing her with a flying knee strike that sent her sprawling to the outside. The match reached a fever pitch when Gavin delivered his Sac-Town Kick, setting Karen up for a superkick that left her dazed against the barricade near Sophie. As Karen tried to pull herself up, Sophie couldn’t resist taunting her further. Karen responded with a stinging slap, igniting Gavin’s fury. Grabbing a chair, Gavin stormed towards Karen, his emotions getting the better of him. Just as he swung, Karen ducked, and the chair connected with Sophie’s head. The sickening sound of steel meeting skull silenced the arena, as Sophie collapsed, blood streaming from her forehead.
Lukas, seeing his wife injured, immediately abandoned the match to check on her. He shouted at Gavin, who was visibly distraught and apologetic. The tension boiled over as Lukas, his temper finally snapping, delivered his devastating Modern Myth DDT onto the same chair Gavin had used. The audience was left stunned as paramedics rushed to Sophie’s side, placing her on a stretcher. Lukas, torn between his commitment to the match and his loyalty to his family, made the decision to leave with Sophie, casting a lingering look of betrayal at Gavin. With Lukas gone and Gavin incapacitated, Rainer saw his opportunity. He dragged the barely conscious Gavin into the ring, planting him with the Martyr’s Revenge before a newly arrived referee counted the decisive pinfall. The Nordhagens celebrated their victory amidst a chorus of boos, their smug expressions underscoring the carnage they had orchestrated.
This match was a masterclass in manipulation and opportunism, qualities Karen always excelled in. Involving Sophie early on in the match was a great way to get under the opponents skin, and set up the events of the final moments playing on her fiery temper and attitude. And that Last Stand on the referee? Was it really an accident or part of their master plan? For Lukas York, the events of the match would likely deepen his inner struggles, while Gavin Grimes, despite his brilliance in the ring, was left with the guilt of his unintended actions. Meanwhile, the Nordhagens stood tall, their devious tactics securing them the win and further cementing their reputation as one of the most despised duos in MWE. As the show closed, the fans were left in anticipation of the fallout. Would Lukas and Gavin reconcile, or had the events of the night driven an irreparable wedge between them? Would the Nordhagens pursue a tag team career after this prestigious victory or revert back to pursue their singles goals?

WINNER: The Nordhagens
BY: Pinfall (Martyr's Revenge), 19:33

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