Post by gvb on Jan 16, 2019 20:58:56 GMT -6
MILLENNIUM XXV: A Family Affair
Live from the Chi Health Center Omaha in Omaha, NE
Wednesday, January 17th, 2019
"When Legends Rise" by Godsmack blares inside the Arena followed by the usual display of pyrotechnics exploding on the entrance stage. The camera pans all over the Chi Health Center Omaha, sold out to the last seat. The fans are excited for the first Millennium after Imperium screaming on top of their lungs and holding signs for their favorite wrestlers such as.
"I PAID TO SEE THE WANG" "<--- LOL" "Selina is my Lockdown Champion" "I thought this was RIOT" "Grace screwed Mel" "Mel screwed Mel" "#TheStreak 6-0" "OMI is the real Death Kick" "Get well soon Chloe" "DIE HAWK DIE" "Camari Hayre can have my babies"
Finally we are taken to the commentary table where Jared and Bea welcome the viewers.
Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Millennium XXV
Bea Torres:
I AM EXCITED JARED!
Jared Idol:
As much as I hate when you yell, I can see why... A lot of interesting match on the card tonight, including a Lockdown Championship Match.
Bea Torres:
After beat... drawing against Selina Metzger one week ago, Luna is called to yet another defense, this time against Heathen Jones.
Jared Idol:
And let's not forget Rebecca Saint vs OMI, and NEON vs Javen. Two rivalries that find their roots in the MWE Tag Team Titles match,
Bea Torres:
And we also have Kelsey Spencer and Christian Michaels teaming for the first time! Can you believe it? They are married but they never wrestled before as a tag team.
Jared Idol:
It will be interesting to see if they are as tight-knit inside the ring as they are in their private life. Three debuts tonight in the ever growing Millennium family. Bruce Wang, Chris Constantine Jr and the enigmatic The Misery.
Bea Torres:
Creepy... Wanna talk about our main event? The former Cloud Gate Champion Britty Kane against SERO!
Jared Idol:
Let's not waste any more time and kick off...
The lighting in the arena fades, and just like at Imperium, an eerie mist circulates through the air. The Misery appears on the titantron, a white wall behind him. He’s looking down, presumably at something the audience cannot see.
The Misery:
Tonight marks history. Tonight marks the night The Misery debuts in front of a Millennium Wrestling audience, against the woman unfortunate enough to be The Misery’s first stepping stone. Katie Montes, The Misery applauds you for not calling in sick before this event. The Misery commends you for not using the concussion you received at Imperium as an excuse for not showing up tonight.
The Misery slowly raises his head, his covered eyes in direct view of the camera lens.
The Misery:
However, The Misery must tell you that by not doing so you are making a grave mistake. You see, Miss Montes, you are not a threat to The Misery. You are simply the aforementioned first stepping stone towards The Misery’s coming vengeance. Now, The Misery sees a great deal of fire in your heart. You have an iron will to prove to yourself, your peers and the masses that you do in fact belong here, and that you are destined for great things.
The Misery looks back down.
The Misery:
Now, perhaps all of this is true. However, when in the ring with The Misery, your fire will be extinguished. Your iron will, will be smelted into a liquified mess until it once more has the courage to solidify. Which, The Misery might add, will not be until our match is over, when you are allowed to breathe again and take the time to lick your wounds.
The Misery holds up what looks to be a photograph, though the image cannot be seen as it is back to front.
The Misery:
The Misery holds here a photograph of the former self and the man who he wishes to destroy. You see, the former self and this man were the best of friends. They were brothers. That was until the man severed their bond out of pure envy. He was jealous of the former self… he was jealous that the former self was a natural in this business. He was jealous that the former self could turn the tides in a heartbeat, that the former self could get the backing of an entire nation with the click of his fingers, how the former self was the far more recognized of the two. Thus, when all of this pent up jealousy became too much for him to bear, he stabbed the former self in the back like the coward he is.
The Misery lowers the photograph and continues to stare into the camera.
The Misery:
The sad thing is, if he had simply apologized, tried to make amends… the former self would have forgiven him in a heartbeat. That is why the former self was molded into The Misery. The former self was weak. The Misery is strong. The Misery knows what needs to be done. This photograph is what The Misery looks at every single day to remind himself of the importance of the coming deed. Though as the day draws nearer, The Misery no longer needs this photograph.
The Misery once again holds up the photograph, and rips it up into tiny pieces. He pulls his mask up to reveal his mouth and chin, then places the pieces on his tongue and begins chewing. After a couple moments he swallows, licks his lips, and pulls the mask back down.
The Misery:
The image has been etched into The Misery’s brain. He can simply close his eyes and visualize it. And that is enough for the goal to continue living. Miss Montes, once The Misery is finished with you, he can move onto the first phase of his search’s final leg. Next week, The Misery will reveal to the world the two members of the Millennium roster who can aid him in finding the man who will soon be his ultimate victim.
The Misery cackles as the video package fades out and the arena’s lighting returns to normal.
Jared Idol:
... What the hell?
Jared Idol:
... What the hell?
Singles Match
Bruce Wang VS Sally ThotnessThe first match of the night saw the Millennium debut of the Korean actor Bruce Wang, previously saw in BIW and Youngbloods ring. Standing against him, the always gorgeous former Instagram model Sally Thotness, looking to redeem herself after the loss against Dusty Douglas a month ago. The redhead had a good start, mostly because Wang didn’t seem to take her too seriously, almost toying with the former model whose offense was based on basic and seemingly not very effective strikes. But when she surprised him with a Northern Lights Suplex, forcing the South Korean to power out of the pinning predicament, This was the wake up call he needed to get in the right mindset and change his approach to the match. No more underestimate the opponent, he easily found an opening on Sally’s defense, reaching her with a quick jab, starting a series of precise and quick strikes that rocked the young girl. He then followed up with a suplex, quickly rolling back on his feet and dropping the elbow to her chest. As the match went by, Wang entertained the crowd with his usual mannerisms, buying himself some fans and probably as many haters. But beside the theatrics, he also showed that he can get the job done in the ring, staying in control of the match and getting close to the win after a discus lariat. Sally managed to kick out and even tried a sort of reaction with some right hand to the jaw. But Bruce was able to duck one and catch Thotness with a bridging Tiger suplex that would have given him his first victory in Millennium if the momentum of the move didn’t bring his opponent so close to the ropes that her feet actually were touching them. But the celebration were only postponed a few moments, when Bruce lifted Sally with a vertical suplex and dropped her on his knees. Roll Credits, three count and a successful debut for the South Korean. WINNER: Bruce Wang BY: Pinfall (Roll Credit), 4:49 |
Bea Torres: "WANG TIME!"
Jared Idol: "Bea!"
Bea Torres: "What? I didn't say anything!"
Jared Idol: "Sure you didn't"
Bea Torres: "Not my fault if you have your mind in the gutter..."
Following his win earlier in the night, Bruce Wang finds himeslf face to face with interviewer Camari Hayre. She barely gets a word out before he snatches the microphone, gently pushing her aside, and stands in the middle of the camera shot.
WANG:
HAVE GOT IT FROM HERE, THANK YOU CALAMARI.
He hits the microphone a few times to make sure it's on, then clears his throat.
WANG:
HELLO, IT IS WANG.
He grins wide and poses for a moment. BEhind him, Camari can be seen holding out her arms in outrage, but he's ignorant to that.
WANG:
EARLIER TONIGHT, SALLY THOTNESS LEARN THE POWER OF WANG. SHE LEARN THAT BEATING WANG IS NO EASY FEAT AND, INSTEAD, OFTEN WANG BEAT YOU. SHE IS FIRST IN MILLENNIUM TO LEARN THIS BUT SHE WILL NO BE LAST.
Bruce proudly puffs his chest out.
WANG:
IN FACT, THIS IS JUST STEP ONE AND THERE ARE MANY MORE STEP TO COME. IS LIKE ONE OF THOSE OLD TOWERS WITH THE SPIRAL STAIR, LOADS OF STEPS AND THEY LEAD TO THE TOP. WANG LIKE TO BE ON TOP, YOU WILL SEE.
Camari covers her face with one hand and sighs, walking out of camera view behind him.
WANG:
STEP TWO IS BEATING WHATEVER IDIOT COME NEXT.
He holds the microphone out horizontally and drops it, then folds his arms...signalling the end of the interview, we guess.
Singles Match
The Misery VS Katie MontesAll eyes were, obviously, on the mysterious man known as The Misery, His identity concealed by a full body morph suit, nothing is known about this individual who made his presence felt at Imperium with a cryptic video. Tonight was the first opportunity to see him in action against Katie Montes who was determined to get back on track after taking her first loss against Rie Shimizu at the ppv. The Misery’s first impact with Millennium was with Katie’s boots, in the form of a standing dropkick immediately following the initial bell. She capitalized on this early advantage and stayed on the attack, using the ropes as springboard for her aerial assaults, wrapping her legs around The Misery’s neck with a hurricanrana. The man in black rolled out of the ring only to get wiped out by Katie’s somersault plancha. Her offense wasn’t slowing down at all, as she quickly climber back on the apron and dove on him with a somersault senton. After picking him up, she rolled him back on the ring when the referee count hit 8, climbing to the top rope and taking flight once again, flipping in mid air and landing on him with a spectacular Shooting Star Press. All this effort only gave her a two count, frustrating the Tennessean who started stomping The Misery, until he was able to roll out of the way and sweeping her legs, quickly mounting on top of the former Queen Of Roses unloading a series of right hands to her face. The referee had a hard time separating the two when The Misery got a bit carried and started using closed fists. But he managed, eventually, buying Katie some times. Soon though, The Misery was once again onto her. Montes caught him off guard with a drop toe hold that sent him crushing against the lower turnbuckle. She quickly positioned and climbed to the top rope, going for the Ramblin’ Wreck (From Georgia Tech), but the Phoenix Splash didn’t find anybody at home. And it was the chance The Misery was waiting for. He took control of the match, and never lost it from that moment on, showing some high flier’s skill as well. But as beautiful and effective as the standing moonsault was, it was the Backdrop Piledriver that really turned off the light for Katie. Despite her kicking out of the pinfall attempt, she never found a way to counter his attacks, and soon she found herself sitting in the corner after a buckle bomb from The Misery. The fans stared in awe as he climbed to the corner on the opposite side of the ring and jumped all the way across it with the Bliss To Misery (Coast To Coast). He dragged her away from the ropes and hooked the leg, taking home the win. WINNER: The Misery BY: Pinfall (Bliss To Misery), 7:20 |
Bea Torres: "CREEEEEEEEPYYYYYYY"
Jared Idol: "Maybe, but he can get the job done."
Bea Torres: "Hey Jared, do you know who he was talking about in his promo?"
Jared Idol: "Absolutely clueless, Bea."
Bea Torres: "That's old news..."
Camera cuts backstage as Chris Constantine is having a conversation with someone that’s out of the cameras view. Before we can get to see who it is, shouting from several men can be heard from off in the distance. Chris turns his head and immediately scoots up against the wall as security tries to hold back Dusty Douglas. Chris, Dusty, and the security guards are all shouting at one another and it’s only a matter of seconds before an all out brawl is about to go down. But it’s quickly diffused as Dusty looks at the person that Chris was talking to. Walking into the cameras view, Omaha, Nebraska’s own and former CWC Junior Heavyweight Champion, Jack Tillman, walks towards Dusty. The crowd erupts with cheers as their hometown hero walks right up to Dusty and stares him in the eyes. Neither man back down until security has to come in and pull the two men apart.
Dusty Douglas:
I’ll be seeing you soon Jr! You! Me! Cage match at Omega Academy You Jabroni!
As security walks Dusty off, the camera pans over to Jack and Chris who’s still hugging the wall. Seeing that the coast is clear, Chris peels himself off of the wall and stands next to Jack.
Chris Constantine:
You know I had him, right?”
Jack rolls his eyes and walks off as Chris is left alone. Hearing a door slam shut near him, Chris gets startled enough and runs towards the direction that Jack went.
Just another regular day. Interviews, promo spots, catching all the action that came before the bell rang, that was the workday of a cameraman working in wrestling. And for our anonymous cameraman, today was the busiest. But, work is work, and there is little to complain about, as he prepares to walk to his next assignment.
And as we watch through his lens as he rounds a corner, the regular day changes. From the hallway he was walking he somehow turned right into a room, lit only by faint candlelight. Sitting on her knees on the ground is Rie Shimizu, who is busy speaking to what she truly believes are the dead around her. There is no visible sign of her advisor Homare Kato, but that doesn’t stop his voice from coming from behind him.
Homare Kato:
You decided to join us, how wonderful~
The camera wheels around, but only darkness and the faint outline of a shut door is there. From behind again his voice comes.
Homare Kato:
Now, as ever, we won’t take up too much of your precious time, but there are words that should be heard, I’m sure you understand.
There is an audible sigh from the cameraman as he turns around, finding Kato standing there with that usual smile on his face. The sight of him slightly moves up and down as the cameraman nods, and Kato’s smile grows.
Homare Kato:
I am indebted to you over and over, know you can ask anything of me in return.
He then steps out of the way, allowing Rie to be in center focus. She opens her eyes and looks to the camera, and a smile comes to her face. She speaks a single word, in accented English.
Rie Shimizu:
Victory.
And then, surprisingly, she thrusts one fist into the air, letting out a quick and happy yell. A moment later she seems to realize she had done that and a sheepish grin came to her face, as she briefly bowed her head and spoke a single word of Japanese.
Homare Kato:
She unnecessarily apologized for being pleased with herself. She has every reason to be happy, of course, as she gained victory at her first supershow appearance. Katie Montes was a difficult opponent, especially given the trick she tried…
His tone is briefly quite aggravated, referring to Katie’s faked handshake attempt at the beginning of the match so she could blindside Rie.
Homare Kato:
But even with that disrespectful and dishonorable attempt, Rie still dug down and opened the path to victory. With willpower, endurance and what she holds in her heart, she succeeded.
He looks to her and the smile that is usually always on his face softens to a different one. He says something in Japanese to her and she grins, bowing her head. When Kato looks back to the camera though it’s returned to his normal smile.
Homare Kato:
And now comes a time just as important as the first supercard: the time to capitalize on one victory by using the momentum to gain another. The basic roadmap to success that wrestling exists with, crafting a road of successes to the top. Tonight she can begin crafting that road for herself, should she gain victory in this triple threat.
Rie lets out a small sigh then before beginning to speak, Homare patiently waiting for her to finish before beginning his work.
Homare Kato:
She admits that she has not yet had the greatest luck in triple threats. Because of a lack of awareness, the one she had with Montes and Rose did not go her way in the end. But that forced her to learn, and work on that aspect. Tonight is a valuable chance to see how much more aware she is now.
Rie begins to speak again, and this time the names of her opponents can be heard as she goes on.
Homare Kato:
Tonight she steps into the ring with Yona Blake and the debuting Chris Constantine Jr. Three more different wrestlers you could not find.
She goes on, seeming to speak about Yona as her name comes up several times. When Homare begins to translate it’s with a noticeable amusement in his voice over something.
Homare Kato:
Yona Blake, the wolf, is chaotic energy personified. Her enthusiasm for what she does is truly immeasurable, it is easy to see that just from watching. Rie respects that, that Yona draws so much enjoyment from the sport, that being in the ring makes her so happy, it is a feeling she can share. But Yona is different from Rie, of course. Where Rie takes things seriously, Yona does not. That is both a strength and a weakness, existing paradoxically together. Things that would bother someone that is focusing on a serious competition may not bother her, while the serious focus could let someone break past her fun and overpower her. Which of those that occurs tonight, of course, no one can be sure of until the moment comes. It will be quite interesting to see, hm?
She then seems to move onto Constantine Jr. Where her tone was rather respectful while speaking of Yona, her tone drops a bit while talking about the man debuting tonight.
Homare Kato:
“Elegant arrogance.” Those are the words she would use to describe Chris Constantine Jr. A man who on his first day in the world of wrestling said he was the cream of the crop, and the rest of the world was going to lay at his feet. So certain of himself and what he can do, before the day had even come for him to prove it. He has started off well in his career elsewhere, she has noticed, but that does not guarantee the same when he steps into the Millennium ring. He thinks he is destined for greatness and that everyone in front of him will be easily removed from their paths. That kind of self-centered belief leaves you blind to the possibilities that others can create. That Rie or Yona could gain a victory, that they could outwit or overwhelm him in some way, that his perfect dream of his Millennium debut could turn out to not be. These are the openings left by arrogance. He would do well to seal them before they seal his fate tonight. Or he may not. Both the living and departed are united in seeing men that let that arrogance set them aflame. Whether that is the case for Chris Constantine Jr. remains to be seen. We shall all find out.
Rie doesn’t speak again immediately, instead looking at the candles that surround her, and the darkness beyond it. Then she begins to speak, her voice earnest.
Homare Kato:
Imperium was a feeling she cannot begin to truly express. She did her best to explain her beliefs to all and then went out there with them in her heart. Thoughts of the departed that surrounded us that night, hope and determination to put on a match that would please them, would give them some solace and happiness for a few minutes in their eternity, that the girl that spoke to them and kept them in her heart had gained a victory in their name. And succeeding, doing so...felt so overwhelming. And it is a feeling she wants to have, again and again. Tonight she will head out to the ring again, with thoughts of the departed that surround us tonight nestled in her heart. In a match type she was not prepared for before but now has more readied herself for, against an energetic wolf and elegant arrogance, she will do all she can to make all the departed in her heart proud.
Rie stands then, facing the camera with a determined look on her face as she spoke one last time.
Homare Kato:
“For them, and the living that tune in as well, I will do all I can.”
And with that he stretches one arm back, preparing.
Homare Kato:
And as ever, may you too find yourselves worthy of the departed’s blessings on this evening.
His arm swung out and the candles are snuffed out, leaving us once again in the darkness.
And as we watch through his lens as he rounds a corner, the regular day changes. From the hallway he was walking he somehow turned right into a room, lit only by faint candlelight. Sitting on her knees on the ground is Rie Shimizu, who is busy speaking to what she truly believes are the dead around her. There is no visible sign of her advisor Homare Kato, but that doesn’t stop his voice from coming from behind him.
Homare Kato:
You decided to join us, how wonderful~
The camera wheels around, but only darkness and the faint outline of a shut door is there. From behind again his voice comes.
Homare Kato:
Now, as ever, we won’t take up too much of your precious time, but there are words that should be heard, I’m sure you understand.
There is an audible sigh from the cameraman as he turns around, finding Kato standing there with that usual smile on his face. The sight of him slightly moves up and down as the cameraman nods, and Kato’s smile grows.
Homare Kato:
I am indebted to you over and over, know you can ask anything of me in return.
He then steps out of the way, allowing Rie to be in center focus. She opens her eyes and looks to the camera, and a smile comes to her face. She speaks a single word, in accented English.
Rie Shimizu:
Victory.
And then, surprisingly, she thrusts one fist into the air, letting out a quick and happy yell. A moment later she seems to realize she had done that and a sheepish grin came to her face, as she briefly bowed her head and spoke a single word of Japanese.
Homare Kato:
She unnecessarily apologized for being pleased with herself. She has every reason to be happy, of course, as she gained victory at her first supershow appearance. Katie Montes was a difficult opponent, especially given the trick she tried…
His tone is briefly quite aggravated, referring to Katie’s faked handshake attempt at the beginning of the match so she could blindside Rie.
Homare Kato:
But even with that disrespectful and dishonorable attempt, Rie still dug down and opened the path to victory. With willpower, endurance and what she holds in her heart, she succeeded.
He looks to her and the smile that is usually always on his face softens to a different one. He says something in Japanese to her and she grins, bowing her head. When Kato looks back to the camera though it’s returned to his normal smile.
Homare Kato:
And now comes a time just as important as the first supercard: the time to capitalize on one victory by using the momentum to gain another. The basic roadmap to success that wrestling exists with, crafting a road of successes to the top. Tonight she can begin crafting that road for herself, should she gain victory in this triple threat.
Rie lets out a small sigh then before beginning to speak, Homare patiently waiting for her to finish before beginning his work.
Homare Kato:
She admits that she has not yet had the greatest luck in triple threats. Because of a lack of awareness, the one she had with Montes and Rose did not go her way in the end. But that forced her to learn, and work on that aspect. Tonight is a valuable chance to see how much more aware she is now.
Rie begins to speak again, and this time the names of her opponents can be heard as she goes on.
Homare Kato:
Tonight she steps into the ring with Yona Blake and the debuting Chris Constantine Jr. Three more different wrestlers you could not find.
She goes on, seeming to speak about Yona as her name comes up several times. When Homare begins to translate it’s with a noticeable amusement in his voice over something.
Homare Kato:
Yona Blake, the wolf, is chaotic energy personified. Her enthusiasm for what she does is truly immeasurable, it is easy to see that just from watching. Rie respects that, that Yona draws so much enjoyment from the sport, that being in the ring makes her so happy, it is a feeling she can share. But Yona is different from Rie, of course. Where Rie takes things seriously, Yona does not. That is both a strength and a weakness, existing paradoxically together. Things that would bother someone that is focusing on a serious competition may not bother her, while the serious focus could let someone break past her fun and overpower her. Which of those that occurs tonight, of course, no one can be sure of until the moment comes. It will be quite interesting to see, hm?
She then seems to move onto Constantine Jr. Where her tone was rather respectful while speaking of Yona, her tone drops a bit while talking about the man debuting tonight.
Homare Kato:
“Elegant arrogance.” Those are the words she would use to describe Chris Constantine Jr. A man who on his first day in the world of wrestling said he was the cream of the crop, and the rest of the world was going to lay at his feet. So certain of himself and what he can do, before the day had even come for him to prove it. He has started off well in his career elsewhere, she has noticed, but that does not guarantee the same when he steps into the Millennium ring. He thinks he is destined for greatness and that everyone in front of him will be easily removed from their paths. That kind of self-centered belief leaves you blind to the possibilities that others can create. That Rie or Yona could gain a victory, that they could outwit or overwhelm him in some way, that his perfect dream of his Millennium debut could turn out to not be. These are the openings left by arrogance. He would do well to seal them before they seal his fate tonight. Or he may not. Both the living and departed are united in seeing men that let that arrogance set them aflame. Whether that is the case for Chris Constantine Jr. remains to be seen. We shall all find out.
Rie doesn’t speak again immediately, instead looking at the candles that surround her, and the darkness beyond it. Then she begins to speak, her voice earnest.
Homare Kato:
Imperium was a feeling she cannot begin to truly express. She did her best to explain her beliefs to all and then went out there with them in her heart. Thoughts of the departed that surrounded us that night, hope and determination to put on a match that would please them, would give them some solace and happiness for a few minutes in their eternity, that the girl that spoke to them and kept them in her heart had gained a victory in their name. And succeeding, doing so...felt so overwhelming. And it is a feeling she wants to have, again and again. Tonight she will head out to the ring again, with thoughts of the departed that surround us tonight nestled in her heart. In a match type she was not prepared for before but now has more readied herself for, against an energetic wolf and elegant arrogance, she will do all she can to make all the departed in her heart proud.
Rie stands then, facing the camera with a determined look on her face as she spoke one last time.
Homare Kato:
“For them, and the living that tune in as well, I will do all I can.”
And with that he stretches one arm back, preparing.
Homare Kato:
And as ever, may you too find yourselves worthy of the departed’s blessings on this evening.
His arm swung out and the candles are snuffed out, leaving us once again in the darkness.
Triple Threat Match
Yona Blake VS Chris Constantine Jr VS Rie Shimizu
A lot of buzzing followed the signing of the second generation wrestler with Millennium. Sure, the 31 years old from Chicago already started putting his name out there and appearing in various companies but the fans who came to Omaha were curious to see him testing his talent against the very talented Rie Shimizu and the fan favorite Yona Blake, looking to establish herself as a single competitor after the big win at Imperium, teaming with The Mighty Now Thrive. And it was the she-wolf who opened the hostilities immediately going after Constantine, who escaped out of the ring. Yona yelled something at him and almost got caught off guard by Rie’s schoolboy. Blake kicked out and the two women locked up in the middle of the ring, the technical prowess of the Japanese easily putting her in a dominant position in the first phase of the match, grounding Yona and locking her in a surfboard stretch. Constantine slid back in the ring and broke the submission, pushing Rie out of the ring and going for a pin, getting nothing but a one count. The match went on with Constantine taking any chance that presented to shy away from the fight, letting the two women doing the match. And Rie and Yona didn’t disappoint the fans, with the Werewolf Of London finally able to escape from yet another submission and connect with a step up enziguri that stunned the japanese wrestler. Yona capitalized on the opening, reaching her with a couple of well-aimed forearm shots, sending Shimizu against the ropes and meeting her with a spinning heel kick. Wasting no time, Yona dragged her back to her feet and set her up for The Howling II (Electric Boogaloo), a cross-legged reverse piledriver. Blake attempted a pinfall but once again Constantine made the save, grabbing the english girl and tossing her out of the ring, finally starting to show what he’s capable of on the worn out Rie, easily picking her up and dropping her with a brainbuster. Yona came back into the match, jumping on Chris’s back and biting his shoulder. Bending forward, CCJ was able to get her off her back, immediately clutching his shoulder and looking at her with a shocked look on his face, pleading his case to the referee. Yona chuckled, getting up and charging at Constantine catching him off guard with a Thesz press and started hammering him with lefts and rights. Chris Jr managed to get away and tried once again to leave the ring, finding Rie on his way this time. Shimizu introduced him to her knee with a single knee facebreaker, quickly hooking the leg for another cover. Chris kicked out, finding himself between two fires with both the opponents taking turns on lighting up his chest with knife edge chops. The alliance was not meant to last of course, and as soon as Chris fell on the floor under the strikes of his opponents, Yona turned on Rie, trying to surprise her with a Roundhouse kick. Shimizu ducked it and quickly caught her with a back kick, following up with a jumping spinning knee strike (Flash Nap). Before she could cash in on the knockout blow, Chris Constantine grabbed her from behind and tossed her around with a german suplex, reaping the benefits and sliding into a cover from which Blake barely kicked out. Things became chaotic in the last part of the match, with a lot of near falls and fast paced action. After Rie dropped Constantine on his head with a cradle ddt, she was caught by Yona’s Late Night Snack (Springboard Cutter) that seemed to put the word end to this contest. But once again Constantine made the save. Yona didn’t take the interruption lightly, and hit him with a forearm shot. Constantine answered with one of his own, starting an all out brawl that saw the werewolf of London getting the upper hand, to the point that Chris dropped on his knees begging for mercy. Obviously, it was just another one of his tricks, as he was quick to poke her eyes and connecting the American Strong Pile Driver, with Rie coming a moment too late to break the pin. WINNER: Chris Constantine Jr BY: Pinfall (American Strong Piledriver), 8:37 |
Jared Idol: "Chris Constantine with the big win on his debut"
Bea Torres: "Big win? He spent half of the match napping outside and still he had to cheat to win!"
Jared Idol: "You know Bea, some people might call it a smart strategy..."
Bea Torres: "Well, those people SUCKS!"
The cameras cut to backstage, where Camari Hayre is standing and waiting with a microphone at hand.
Camari Hayre:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, the new Cloud Gate Champion, Tiffany Tompkins.
Right on cue, Tiffany steps into the frame with her newly won Cloud Gate title draped over her shoulder and with a huge smile beaming on her face. The positive excitement emanating from her is a breath of fresh air for the otherwise intense and serious young girl. She looks up to the interviewer and nods her head, thanking her off-mic.
Camari Hayre:
So Tiff, first of all, let me just say congratulations on your hard-earned victory at Imperium. I think I speak for everyone when I say that you truly earned that title belt...but I gotta say...it does look a little heavy around your shoulder...
Tiffany laughs as she shifts the title belt up her shoulder.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Yeah well...I'll admit the belt is a little bigger than I thought...you wanna hold it?
Camari Hayre:
Sure!
Camari offers her free arm as Tiffany drapes it across the interviewer's shoulder. Camari visibly bends slightly; whether it's from the actual weight of the belt or she's just humoring the champ remains unknown, but Camari plays along with it.
Camari Hayre:
Wow! That is quite surprising!
Tiffany Tompkins:
I know right?
Camari hands the title back to Tiffany, who lets out a satisfying sigh as she lifts the belt back around her shoulder. Camari holds the microphone back in front of the young champion.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Actually Cam, in all honesty, I never thought this moment would come. I mean, not so soon anyway, but it all still feels like I'm living in a dream, you know? Like, who ever thought that some dumb little orphan kid like me would ever make it this far? You have no idea how grateful I am for everyone who helped me make it this far. This...
She holds the Cloud Gate title in her hands and just gazes into the gold, forgetting to speak just for a brief moment. The look on her face still shows her disbelief.
Tiffany Tompkins:
...this means so much to me.
Camari notices Tiffany starting to get emotional. Realizing there's still a show to run, she steps back in.
Camari Hayre:
I think we can all see how much it means to you love. And we all know that winning that championship was no easy task. Imperium saw the end of one of the most intense rivalries in Millennium's history. Do you have anything to say to the former champion now the dust has been settled?
Tiffany, only just managing to hold back a few emotional tears, looks back up and addresses her biggest rival to date.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Britty Kane. I have to admit it. As much as she got under my skin, I learned a lot from her. She taught me that I can't just rely on a single kick to win matches. She taught me how to turn hate into motivation. I feel like I've matured as a competitor being in the ring with her, and in a way, I feel like I've helped her do the same. I don't know if she agrees or not, but she wasn't afraid to show respect after our match, and I'm not afraid to admit that she probably has an even bigger future in this business than I do. But for now, I just want to say, despite everything that we put each other through, thank you Britty, for pushing me like no one else has.
There's a brief pause as the crowd applauds that last comment.
Camari Hayre:
So Tiff, just one last question before I let you go. You've finally managed to conquer that white whale of yours, and now you're the new Cloud Gate Champion, but I have to ask. What's next for Tiffany Tompkins?
Tiffany takes a brief moment to think before answering.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Well I mean...since I'm a champion now, I guess I'll have to defend this title against anyone who wants it. It's kinda funny. I'm so used to being the underdog, so used to chasing the dream, that now I'm standing here as Cloud Gate Champion, I just don't really know what to say. Of course I'm only 18 years old, I wanna keep wrestling for as long as I can. But right now? I just wanna be the best champion I can be.
Tiffany looks directly into the camera; her giddy grin suddenly turns into the usual look of intensity.
Tiffany Tompkins:
I'll fight anyone who wants a shot at this. No matter how good or bad, big or small, young or old, Millennium or other! I'll fight anyone. You know where to find me.
With that said, Tiffany looks back up Camari and gives a cheeky smirk before slapping her across the back.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Thanks for having me Cam...
Tiffany walks off, leaving Camari slightly annoyed by Tiffany's actions. As the camera fades out however, a hooded figure can be seen in the background, blending in the shadows. How long were they there? What do they want with the Cloud Gate Champion? Most importantly...who was it?
Tag Team Match
Levi & Olivia Wythe VS High Score Heroes
The fans welcomed with loud cheers the team of Levi and Wythe who walked into this match ready to get back on track after being left off the card at Imperium. And tonight they had the chance to prove the management that they would have deserved that spot at the ppv, as they take on the High Score Heroes who, after a convincing start, seemed to have lost their drive recently, coming short one week ago against the BreeTee Committee. Jimmy Strife started things off against Levi, and the match immediately kicked into high gear, with the Baby K sending her opponent against the ropes and leaping over him, quickly turning around and connecting with a leg lariat. Jimmy recoiled back to his corner, holding his jaw and tagging Billy back in. Valentine imposed his size advantage ever since stepping inside the ring, taking Levi to a territory she wasn’t comfortable in. They started trading forearms in the middle of the ring, and it was the High Score Heroes member who came out on top, connecting a series of right strikes before lifting her up with a powerslam, following with a springboard legdrop. Not satisfied yet, he picked her up and rolled her back to a seating position with a snapmare, hitting her with a dropkick to the back, obtaining the first near fall of the match. The High Score Heroes were in control now, isolating Levi with quick tags. At some point Billy whipping her in the corner and getting on all fours, offering his back to Jimmy to step over it and leap toward the opponent with an aided dropkick. Jimmy, who was the legal man, quickly climbed to the top turnbuckle, inciting the fans before leaping with a 450°, landing perfectly across Levi’s body. Olivia ran into the ring for the last minute rescue, and chaos ensued when Valentine joined them inside the ring, attacking Wythe. Jimmy and Billy grabbed her by her arms and sent her against the ropes. Olivia ducked the double clothesline, hitting the ropes on the opposite side and knocking them both down with the same move. She then went back to her corner, starting to slam her hand on the top turnbuckle and getting the fans to cheer for Levi, who was slowly crossing the ring to reach her for the tag. And she was almost there, literally inches away from Wythe’s hand when Jimmy tackled her and, keeping the hold around her waist, tried to German Suplex her. Levi landed on her feet, and launched herself toward the friendly corner, finally making the long awaited tag. Olivia cleaned house, running over Jimmy with a shoulder tackle and inviting Jimmy to come get some. Strife rushed into the ring, swinging and missing with the right hand finding himself on the mat courtesy of a back suplex. Valentine tried to exploit the situation but ended up eating a belly to belly from Olivia, who was literally on fire tonight as she proved in the following minutes of absolute dominance, both on Billy and on Jimmy after he managed to slip away from a suplex and make the tag. Although, in all fairness, Strife was able to land a few moves, including a fisherman DDT from which Wythe still kicked off easily. Jimmy waited in the corner for her to stand up before charging in her direction, getting caught right into the Princess Cut that gave the win to the team of Olivia and Levi. WINNER: Olivia Wythe & Levi BY: Pinfall (The Princess Cut), 9:31 |
Bea Torres: "That's my girls!"
Jared Idol: "Another impressive win for this young duo!"
Bea Torres: "Is it just me, or they're improving week after week?"
Jared Idol: "They're young, they're competing against some of the best tag teams in the world and they are quick learners... I see a bright future for Levi and Wythe."
June Oikawa:
Oh dear…
A tiny bit of static appears on the screen as the pre-recorded video package comes to life. The camera begins to capture images of a fairly cluttered gym. Blue impact mats are scattered across the floor’s surface area. A bright red jump-rope rests next to a couple of gray fifty-pound dumbbells. A worn-in pair of black ASICS wrestling boots lays off to the right.
The deris serves as a makeshift path away to a training ring, which is station in the northern corner of the facility. June Oikawa stands outside of the ring. Her crisp black pants suit makes her the odd-woman-out in this disheveled room. NEON lays in the center of the ring. Her black Nike sports bra and leggings are dampened. The result of intense training.
June glances at her before she turns her attention towards the camera.
June Oikawa:
Imperium.
She pauses.
June Oikawa:
The road to Imperium was long and winding. Week after week, The Happy Few packed their go-bags and traveled here to the United States to compete against a series of teams who would continually disrespect them. In my humble opinion, that is a great testament to their strength. Their strength as wrestlers. And their strength as people. Members of Millennium, if the same flippancy were hurled your way, I’m certain the majority of you would quit. You’d put in your notice and head on home.
The corners of her lips arches upwards into a slight smile as she shook her head.
June Oikawa:
NEON? OMI? SERO? All of them have been blessed with the gift of longsuffering. They endured all your contempt, and they sent it back at your heads. Kane and Reeves? They fell. Hendrix and West-Jaa? They fell. Saki? Knox? They fell. The Happy Few defeated everyone that was placed in their paths.
Her smiled quickly fades.
June Oikawa:
But despite everything they endured, despite they had gone through, a series of robberies happened to occur at Imperium.
There’s almost a look of sadness in her eyes as she shakes her head. June rests a moment before she carries on.
June Oikawa:
Everyone’s time was robbed when the Uncanny Socialites and their homeless looking friend gave university dissertations prior to the tag team bout. However, the charges for that count can be dropped. A swift kick from OMI sent them packing from the match.
There’s a small pause.
June Oikawa:
Nonetheless, the most egregious charge occurred when Javen of the Brothers McMillion grabbed NEON’s trunks to eliminate her and OMI. It was a shame. It was a travesty.
June opens her mouth to speak once more, but she is interrupted by NEON’s voice. She looks in the wrestler’s direction.
NEON:
彼は重大な過ちを犯したと伝えてください。
There’s a particularly aggressive tone attached to NEON’s voice. But it doesn’t bother her translator. June simply nods her head.
June Oikawa:
Javen? NEON wants me to tell you that you have made a grave mistake. And if you have any type of self preservation, I implore you to listen.
A grunt escapes NEON.
NEON:
それはスポーツの戦闘に来るときに失うことは確実です.
June Oikawa:
She says that losing is a certainty when it comes to combat sports. Even the best of the best will drop and match here and there.
NEON cues up again.
NEON:
私は負けを恐れることはありません。損失の増加があります。
June Oikawa:
NEON doesn’t fear losing. It is natural. One can learn much about themselves from a loss. It is the breeding ground for growth.
There’s another grunt.
NEON:
ここには成長の余地はない。Javen はだまされた。彼は十分ではなかったのでだまされた。彼は仕事を終わらせることができないことを知っていたのでだまされた。彼は何の影響もないと思ったのでだまされた。
June nods.
June Oikawa:
However, there is little room for growth here. OMI and NEON were not eliminated from the match because they lacked the required skill. They were eliminated because Javen cheated to pin NEON. Javen grabbed NEON’s trunks because he knew he could not get the job done. He grabbed her trunks because he knew he was not good enough. Javen cheated because he thought he’d get away with it and that there would be no repercussions.
June slowly shakes her head.
June Oikawa:
Javen was wrong. And he was a fool to assume that his crimes would go unpunished.
There’s a seconds pause.
June Oikawa:
Javen? This one on one match was specially requested by NEON herself. She didn’t want the tag team match to be overturned. She didn’t want you to suffer some sort of arbitrary fine. No. NEON wanted your head on a platter—and she wanted to do the slicing herself. Ms. van Beek was more than happy to oblige.
She takes a step forward and spreads her arms.
June Oikawa:
NEON has spent the past week waiting and preparing. In her mind, this match cannot come soon enough. You though? You’re going to which that you had more time. More time to train. More time to spend with your loved ones…
June’s words are interrupted by NEON as she rolls to the edge of the ring. Her feet touch the ground and she takes a step towards June.
NEON:
Javen が死ぬと言ってくれ私は彼の小さな小さなナッツをリッピングするつもりだと彼らに伝えます!
Her statement causes June to wince.
June Oikawa:
Err, I cannot repeat what she said. It would be heavily censored.
She sighs.
June Oikawa:
But Javen? I would protect my neck if I were you.
That static returns. The scene fades out a moment later.
Oh dear…
A tiny bit of static appears on the screen as the pre-recorded video package comes to life. The camera begins to capture images of a fairly cluttered gym. Blue impact mats are scattered across the floor’s surface area. A bright red jump-rope rests next to a couple of gray fifty-pound dumbbells. A worn-in pair of black ASICS wrestling boots lays off to the right.
The deris serves as a makeshift path away to a training ring, which is station in the northern corner of the facility. June Oikawa stands outside of the ring. Her crisp black pants suit makes her the odd-woman-out in this disheveled room. NEON lays in the center of the ring. Her black Nike sports bra and leggings are dampened. The result of intense training.
June glances at her before she turns her attention towards the camera.
June Oikawa:
Imperium.
She pauses.
June Oikawa:
The road to Imperium was long and winding. Week after week, The Happy Few packed their go-bags and traveled here to the United States to compete against a series of teams who would continually disrespect them. In my humble opinion, that is a great testament to their strength. Their strength as wrestlers. And their strength as people. Members of Millennium, if the same flippancy were hurled your way, I’m certain the majority of you would quit. You’d put in your notice and head on home.
The corners of her lips arches upwards into a slight smile as she shook her head.
June Oikawa:
NEON? OMI? SERO? All of them have been blessed with the gift of longsuffering. They endured all your contempt, and they sent it back at your heads. Kane and Reeves? They fell. Hendrix and West-Jaa? They fell. Saki? Knox? They fell. The Happy Few defeated everyone that was placed in their paths.
Her smiled quickly fades.
June Oikawa:
But despite everything they endured, despite they had gone through, a series of robberies happened to occur at Imperium.
There’s almost a look of sadness in her eyes as she shakes her head. June rests a moment before she carries on.
June Oikawa:
Everyone’s time was robbed when the Uncanny Socialites and their homeless looking friend gave university dissertations prior to the tag team bout. However, the charges for that count can be dropped. A swift kick from OMI sent them packing from the match.
There’s a small pause.
June Oikawa:
Nonetheless, the most egregious charge occurred when Javen of the Brothers McMillion grabbed NEON’s trunks to eliminate her and OMI. It was a shame. It was a travesty.
June opens her mouth to speak once more, but she is interrupted by NEON’s voice. She looks in the wrestler’s direction.
NEON:
彼は重大な過ちを犯したと伝えてください。
There’s a particularly aggressive tone attached to NEON’s voice. But it doesn’t bother her translator. June simply nods her head.
June Oikawa:
Javen? NEON wants me to tell you that you have made a grave mistake. And if you have any type of self preservation, I implore you to listen.
A grunt escapes NEON.
NEON:
それはスポーツの戦闘に来るときに失うことは確実です.
June Oikawa:
She says that losing is a certainty when it comes to combat sports. Even the best of the best will drop and match here and there.
NEON cues up again.
NEON:
私は負けを恐れることはありません。損失の増加があります。
June Oikawa:
NEON doesn’t fear losing. It is natural. One can learn much about themselves from a loss. It is the breeding ground for growth.
There’s another grunt.
NEON:
ここには成長の余地はない。Javen はだまされた。彼は十分ではなかったのでだまされた。彼は仕事を終わらせることができないことを知っていたのでだまされた。彼は何の影響もないと思ったのでだまされた。
June nods.
June Oikawa:
However, there is little room for growth here. OMI and NEON were not eliminated from the match because they lacked the required skill. They were eliminated because Javen cheated to pin NEON. Javen grabbed NEON’s trunks because he knew he could not get the job done. He grabbed her trunks because he knew he was not good enough. Javen cheated because he thought he’d get away with it and that there would be no repercussions.
June slowly shakes her head.
June Oikawa:
Javen was wrong. And he was a fool to assume that his crimes would go unpunished.
There’s a seconds pause.
June Oikawa:
Javen? This one on one match was specially requested by NEON herself. She didn’t want the tag team match to be overturned. She didn’t want you to suffer some sort of arbitrary fine. No. NEON wanted your head on a platter—and she wanted to do the slicing herself. Ms. van Beek was more than happy to oblige.
She takes a step forward and spreads her arms.
June Oikawa:
NEON has spent the past week waiting and preparing. In her mind, this match cannot come soon enough. You though? You’re going to which that you had more time. More time to train. More time to spend with your loved ones…
June’s words are interrupted by NEON as she rolls to the edge of the ring. Her feet touch the ground and she takes a step towards June.
NEON:
Javen が死ぬと言ってくれ私は彼の小さな小さなナッツをリッピングするつもりだと彼らに伝えます!
Her statement causes June to wince.
June Oikawa:
Err, I cannot repeat what she said. It would be heavily censored.
She sighs.
June Oikawa:
But Javen? I would protect my neck if I were you.
That static returns. The scene fades out a moment later.
Singles Match
NEON VS JavenThe Fatal 4 way Elimination Match for the MWE Tag Team Titles at Imperium surely left a lot of unfinished business. One of the most controversial point was the elimination suffered by the Happy Few when Javen rolled her up and pulled her tights to get three count. Something NEON immediately brought up to the attention of the Millennium owner herself, asking for an opportunity to get her payback which Grace immediately guaranteed. As soon as the match started, NEON immediately went for the throat of her opponent, who found himself on the receiving end of a flurry of quick strikes and stiff kicks. Javen protected himself the best way he could, but some of the kicks connected to his ribs and forced him in a bent over position, perfect spot to connect with a scissor kick. What became immediately apparent is that NEON didn’t seem interested in chasing the win, but she was out here tonight to punish Javen, picking him up right after and starting all over again with her deadly striking combination that were paying off big time leaving the opponent standing groggily in the middle of the ring. The Tiny Dragon charged at him, wrapping her legs around his arm and rolling him over, locking hi deep in her triangle armbar. The more Javen tried to get free, the tighter the grasp around his arm became, He had to dig down deep to resist the urge tap out and find the strength to lift her and drop her down with a one arm powerbomb. The submission was broke, but Javen’s right arm looked seriously compromised. NEON knew it, targeting it with her rapid kicks. Once again it was Javen’s experience that came into play and allowed him to find his break when he rolled under the bottom rope to escape the opponent’s flurry of offense. When in an excess of zeal the Japanese wrestler went to drag him back in the ring, the younger of the McMillion Brothers pulled one of his old tricks, dropping off the apron and driving NEON’s neck against the ropes. Holding his arm, he climbed back to the apron and on the corner, launching himself on the opponent with a diving crossbody. The kick out was almost immediate by the member of The Happy Few, before the referee even counted to two. But as soon as she stood up, she ate an inverted stomp facebreaker. It was the perfect opportunity for him to climb to the top for his Javenation (Swanton Bomb), but his rise to the top rope took a little too long and NEON had enough time to recover and move out of the way. Once again NEON was in control, slowly wearing Javen down with her Shatter-Shock (suplex positioned knee strike), planting him right after with a running spike DDT. Javen kicked out and, with the fans behind him, found the strength to once again stand up and bring the fight to the relentless Tiny Dragon, despite the bad arm. NEON staggered back to the corner after getting caught with the sitout jawbreaker, and while she was holding her jaw, he quickly followed up with a corner clothesline, grabbing her by the back of her head and slamming her face first with a bulldog. He wasn’t stopping there, running to the ropes and using the middle one as a springboard to connect a beautiful moonsault, only getting a two count out of it. The match went on, with Javen now fully in control as he kicked her in the gut and set her up for the Javen Effect (reverse Twist Of Fate). NEON had it scouted, quickly finding a counter to the move and hitting the Catalyst Toll, knocking Javen down. A devious smile appeared on her face as she locked him in her patented Armbar (Kowareta). Despite trying to resist, after a good minute locked in the submission, he was forced to tap. Unfortunately for him, not even the bell ringing convinced NEON to let him go, hanging with all her strength on that right arm twisting it with the clear intention to injure him. Eventually she let it go, standing up and cockily smiling at the loud boos raining down on her. WINNER: NEON BY: Submission (Kowareta), 10:40 |
Jared Idol: "It wasn't the neck, but she almost broke something tonight!"
Bea Torres: "Javen did his best, but NEON came into this match with a solid plan and it worked perfectly."
Jared Idol: "Wether they are in group or in single competition, the Happy Few are nothing less than impressive."
Millennium comes back from an advertisement as Christopher Kane stands in the middle of the ring with a microphone in his hand. The second generation wrestler looks out into the crowd and then down at his feet.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Finish him.
That’s all he says for a moment as he lets the words sink in for himself and the audience. Christopher brings his head back up and shakes his head.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
That was a tweet sent by our owner, Grace van Beek, to my opponent back at Imperium, SETO…
He winks at the camera acknowledging his own little mistake on the social media website. Christopher leans into one of the corners and continues on.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Sorry, I mean SERO. After all, typos do tend to happen but the overreaction was a little funny. Regardless, my boss told another employee to finish me at our supershow last week. I mean, not the first time I’ve had someone higher up tell someone else to harm me. It’s happened before and I’m sure it’ll happen again. But what really gets me though?
A pause for effect.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Is the disdain, the hate, that she showed in just two words on Twitter. I’m not one to put much stock on Twitter because not everyone in this crowd has Twitter, and the words on there really don’t translate to someone’s ability in the ring, but something about that just rubbed me the wrong way. Then she goes on to “beat” my girlfriend to send her out of this company, and SERO gets the better of me at Imperium.
He can only shrug his shoulders.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
The loss stung a little bit, I won’t lie, but SERO was the better wrestler that night. I won’t make excuses for not being able to win, but when you look at the other side of it, did you really SERO? I’m still standing here. You didn’t break me, you didn’t end me or really even come close. Rather, something happened in that match against you and I found that spark, that determination again.
The crowd claps and cheers for that announcement.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
So, at this time, Miss van Beek, could you please come out from your office in the back so we can have a little discussion?
He lowers his microphone and turns his attention to the stage, waiting for the owner of Millennium Wrestling Enterprise. A few moments pass and nothing happens. The fans who came down to Omaha start mumbling, and Chris inside the ring is seen shaking his head, smirking as if he was expecting Grace ignoring his call out, something she already did in the past. But then “Ecstasy Of Gold” by Ennio Morricone blares out of the PA system, and Ryen Riekert walks out of the curtain, followed by the rest of her private security. Walking amongst on the red carpet rolled down the ramp is the Diamond Princess, haughty and proud as per usual despite the loud jeers of the fans, The small group of men stops midway on the ramp, opening up and allowing Grace to step in front of them. Dressed in a figure-hugging black Versace dress, the former Cloud gate champion raises the microphone to her lips, sneering as she says with her usual condescending tone.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
Make haste, Kane. I have more important matters to attend to.
Christopher rolls his eyes seeing Grace van Beek surrounded by security like she is. He leans against the ropes closest to the ramp and brings his microphone back up.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
So, we’re just gonna get right into this? I can respect that. Couple things. The first is I know you’re happy with yourself over getting Melissa Reeves out of this company. I’m less than thrilled about how it happened so not only have you pissed me off about telling SERO to finish me, but this just adds to that list.
The crowd boos Grace who looks bored with Christopher.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I want to beat you, Grace, just like Mel did. Only I’m going to do it differently than she did. She wanted to fight you physically, and I know how that turned out. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you how I’m going to win. I will be the face of your company.
Grace quickly raises her hand and put it in front of her mouth, lightly turning her head to a side, trying to hide her laughter. Moments later, after regaining her composure, she turns around once again.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
You, the face of my company? That is laughable at best.
Shaking her head, she turns around, nodding at Ryen who quickly motions at his men to gather around the owner of MWE. They all turn around and start heading backstage. Christopher continues to lean against the ropes.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
That right there reminds me of when my old man was still young in this sport back in 2006. He came home one weekend, said the owner told him he’d never be their top champion, and do you know what he did? He won that title twice and was inducted into their first ever hall of fame class.
That gets a weird pop for the dead as fuck Brad Kane.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
People in this family love being told when they can’t do something or say that’s laughable at best. See, what you’re doing right now, is giving me that drive and determination to do this. You want to say it’s laughable? We’ll see who is laughing in a few months.
The guards suddenly stop, clearly only because someone ordered them too. Grace walks out of the circle of men surrounding, her, microphone in hand.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
That is a good story, Kane. I am sure you believe there is a valuable lesson in it, that your father’s quest against the odds management stacked to him could possibly be an inspiration for you. That you will somehow be able to fit his shoes and walk that road that lead him to success.
Her tone is cold as she says the next words. Her icy blue eyes staring right through him.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
But the sad part is that you are not your father, Kane.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
You’re right. I’m not my father. I’m not an alcoholic, womanzing pile of shit like he was. I’m better than he was. Better than my Uncle Spike. Better than Freya was. They let outside distractions derail their careers.
The crowd is a little shock after hearing that statement from the second generation talent.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
You think saying I’m not him is an insult? Couldn’t be happier to hear it. People might not see me as great as he was in this ring, but the truth is I am.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
But you have yet to prove it.
She takes a couple of steps forward, motioning the bodyguards to stay still, as he walked closer to Christopher, never taking her eyes off his.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
You have yet to prove that you are as good as he was in the ring.
You have yet to prove you are even half as good as he was.
A wicked smile comes across her face.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
Just like you have yet to prove you are a better man than he was. How is your son Ty, Kane?
Christopher’s face turns into a shade of red as he backs up a little bit and closes his eyes.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
You will never ask me that again. Do you understand me? I don’t care how many rent-a-cops you have in front of you, I will make you fucking eat your own heart if you ever bring him up again.
He keeps muttering under his breath to calm himself down.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I am a better man and wrestler than Bradley fucking Kane ever could be. I will make you eat these words, Grace van Beek. I will do everything in my power to be the face of this company, and then, I’ll let you know how my son is doing.
The microphone gets set down as Christopher opens his eyes and runs, leaping over the top rope and crashing onto a few of her guards. The rest are quick to take action as they carry him away as he keeps yelling for her to not cross that line. The boos are deafening as Chris is dragged backstage, but Grace is standing there, unfazed and with that slight grin across her face. A few moments pass before Ryen brings his hand to his ear, finally getting the green light to escort the Diamond Princess backstage. The camera follows her walking up the ramp before cutting to the next segment.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Finish him.
That’s all he says for a moment as he lets the words sink in for himself and the audience. Christopher brings his head back up and shakes his head.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
That was a tweet sent by our owner, Grace van Beek, to my opponent back at Imperium, SETO…
He winks at the camera acknowledging his own little mistake on the social media website. Christopher leans into one of the corners and continues on.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Sorry, I mean SERO. After all, typos do tend to happen but the overreaction was a little funny. Regardless, my boss told another employee to finish me at our supershow last week. I mean, not the first time I’ve had someone higher up tell someone else to harm me. It’s happened before and I’m sure it’ll happen again. But what really gets me though?
A pause for effect.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Is the disdain, the hate, that she showed in just two words on Twitter. I’m not one to put much stock on Twitter because not everyone in this crowd has Twitter, and the words on there really don’t translate to someone’s ability in the ring, but something about that just rubbed me the wrong way. Then she goes on to “beat” my girlfriend to send her out of this company, and SERO gets the better of me at Imperium.
He can only shrug his shoulders.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
The loss stung a little bit, I won’t lie, but SERO was the better wrestler that night. I won’t make excuses for not being able to win, but when you look at the other side of it, did you really SERO? I’m still standing here. You didn’t break me, you didn’t end me or really even come close. Rather, something happened in that match against you and I found that spark, that determination again.
The crowd claps and cheers for that announcement.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
So, at this time, Miss van Beek, could you please come out from your office in the back so we can have a little discussion?
He lowers his microphone and turns his attention to the stage, waiting for the owner of Millennium Wrestling Enterprise. A few moments pass and nothing happens. The fans who came down to Omaha start mumbling, and Chris inside the ring is seen shaking his head, smirking as if he was expecting Grace ignoring his call out, something she already did in the past. But then “Ecstasy Of Gold” by Ennio Morricone blares out of the PA system, and Ryen Riekert walks out of the curtain, followed by the rest of her private security. Walking amongst on the red carpet rolled down the ramp is the Diamond Princess, haughty and proud as per usual despite the loud jeers of the fans, The small group of men stops midway on the ramp, opening up and allowing Grace to step in front of them. Dressed in a figure-hugging black Versace dress, the former Cloud gate champion raises the microphone to her lips, sneering as she says with her usual condescending tone.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
Make haste, Kane. I have more important matters to attend to.
Christopher rolls his eyes seeing Grace van Beek surrounded by security like she is. He leans against the ropes closest to the ramp and brings his microphone back up.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
So, we’re just gonna get right into this? I can respect that. Couple things. The first is I know you’re happy with yourself over getting Melissa Reeves out of this company. I’m less than thrilled about how it happened so not only have you pissed me off about telling SERO to finish me, but this just adds to that list.
The crowd boos Grace who looks bored with Christopher.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I want to beat you, Grace, just like Mel did. Only I’m going to do it differently than she did. She wanted to fight you physically, and I know how that turned out. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you how I’m going to win. I will be the face of your company.
Grace quickly raises her hand and put it in front of her mouth, lightly turning her head to a side, trying to hide her laughter. Moments later, after regaining her composure, she turns around once again.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
You, the face of my company? That is laughable at best.
Shaking her head, she turns around, nodding at Ryen who quickly motions at his men to gather around the owner of MWE. They all turn around and start heading backstage. Christopher continues to lean against the ropes.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
That right there reminds me of when my old man was still young in this sport back in 2006. He came home one weekend, said the owner told him he’d never be their top champion, and do you know what he did? He won that title twice and was inducted into their first ever hall of fame class.
That gets a weird pop for the dead as fuck Brad Kane.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
People in this family love being told when they can’t do something or say that’s laughable at best. See, what you’re doing right now, is giving me that drive and determination to do this. You want to say it’s laughable? We’ll see who is laughing in a few months.
The guards suddenly stop, clearly only because someone ordered them too. Grace walks out of the circle of men surrounding, her, microphone in hand.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
That is a good story, Kane. I am sure you believe there is a valuable lesson in it, that your father’s quest against the odds management stacked to him could possibly be an inspiration for you. That you will somehow be able to fit his shoes and walk that road that lead him to success.
Her tone is cold as she says the next words. Her icy blue eyes staring right through him.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
But the sad part is that you are not your father, Kane.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
You’re right. I’m not my father. I’m not an alcoholic, womanzing pile of shit like he was. I’m better than he was. Better than my Uncle Spike. Better than Freya was. They let outside distractions derail their careers.
The crowd is a little shock after hearing that statement from the second generation talent.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
You think saying I’m not him is an insult? Couldn’t be happier to hear it. People might not see me as great as he was in this ring, but the truth is I am.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
But you have yet to prove it.
She takes a couple of steps forward, motioning the bodyguards to stay still, as he walked closer to Christopher, never taking her eyes off his.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
You have yet to prove that you are as good as he was in the ring.
You have yet to prove you are even half as good as he was.
A wicked smile comes across her face.
GRACE VAN BEEK:
Just like you have yet to prove you are a better man than he was. How is your son Ty, Kane?
Christopher’s face turns into a shade of red as he backs up a little bit and closes his eyes.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
You will never ask me that again. Do you understand me? I don’t care how many rent-a-cops you have in front of you, I will make you fucking eat your own heart if you ever bring him up again.
He keeps muttering under his breath to calm himself down.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I am a better man and wrestler than Bradley fucking Kane ever could be. I will make you eat these words, Grace van Beek. I will do everything in my power to be the face of this company, and then, I’ll let you know how my son is doing.
The microphone gets set down as Christopher opens his eyes and runs, leaping over the top rope and crashing onto a few of her guards. The rest are quick to take action as they carry him away as he keeps yelling for her to not cross that line. The boos are deafening as Chris is dragged backstage, but Grace is standing there, unfazed and with that slight grin across her face. A few moments pass before Ryen brings his hand to his ear, finally getting the green light to escort the Diamond Princess backstage. The camera follows her walking up the ramp before cutting to the next segment.
Singles Match
Dane Archer VS Dustin DouglasThe biggest challenge up to date for Dustin Douglas, not only because of the size of his opponent but also for the kind of threat the mercenary always represents. And if there was any doubt about it, it became very clear since the opening bell, when Archer immediately swung his right hand smashing it against Dusty’s jaw. The massive fist sent the 35 years old rookie recoiling a few steps back, clearly feeling the impact. A moment later, he was staring at the ceiling courtesy of a wicked lariat from the mountain of a man. There was a new attitude in Dane tonight, a fire we rarely saw in him, almost as if this match was more than just a paycheck for me, almost as if he was enjoying beating up Douglas. The match was as physical as it gets, a brawl that knew no limits and didn’t stop even when both men ended up outside the ring after Dusty launched himself with a crossbody against Dane who was recovering against the ropes from a sick headbutt. The fans cheered loudly when Dustin reversed the irish whip and sent Archer against the steel steps, far less when Big Dane stood up almost immediately and almost took his head off with a big boot. The match eventually came back into the ring where the sold out crowd had another proof of Dane’s superhuman strength when he lifted Dustin over his head with a Gorilla Press Slam. The impressive feat wasn’t enough to put the Big Nasty out, but it definitely took a lot out of the undefeated rookie, who was falling under the heavy strikes of Grace van Beek’s favorite hired gun. The entire Arena held their breath when Archer drove his knee to Dusty’s head before picking him up for his Jackknife Powerbomb, leading to an “Ohhhhh” of disappointment and frustration when the move connected and Dustin’s body bounced heavily on the canvas. The streak was over, shattered by the behemoth known as Dane Archer who definitely lived up his moniker of “Pure Power” with a convincing and dominating performance. Or so they thought. Call it a miracle, instinct or whatever you want but Dustin’s foot was leaning on the rope, a detail that Emi Yamamoto didn’t fail to catch. There was still life in Douglas, there was still hope to keep the streak alive, a tiny spark of hope that Dane was slowly but inexorably dismantling. Something changed after yet another right punch that Dusty seemed to absorb, gnashing and staring at his opponent with a crazed look on his face, inviting him to hit him one more time. Harder. Dane obliged, and the fist connected right on the mush, busting his lips open. The Big Nasty shook his head, spitting some blood on the canvas and yelling at the mercenary to hit him again. This time, he blocked the punch with his forearm, delivering one of his own. And another one, followed by a third. The fans were firmly behind the rookie, highlighting every quick jab with loud cheers and literally exploding when he lifted the bigger opponent for an atomic drop, following up with a savate kick. The Murder Train was on a roll, as Dustin gained momentum against the ropes and jumped on him with a running senton. Archer kicked out, but it was clear that the momentum was now clearly on Dusty’s side, and it was only a matter of time before the 35 years old rookie was able to catch the opponent as he rebounded back from the ropes with his Spinning Double A Spinebuster. It was a huge effort to lift Archer for the Dusty Rub, but well worth since it gave him the sixth consecutive win. WINNER: Dusty Douglas BY: Pinfall (The Dusty Rub), 8:11 |
Bea Torres: "CHOOOOOOOO CHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
Jared Idol: "What the hell was that?"
Bea Torres: "The murder train!"
Jared Idol: "The murder... I'm not even going to ask."
Bea Torres: "6-0 Jared, 6-0. That's all I'm saying."
Unlike usual, we don’t cut to pre-recorded footage of one of the Happy Few members; rather, this week, we find the voice of the Family, June Oikawa, side by side with an expressionless OMI, who’s sat on an audio crate, legs folded underneath her--notably, the Typhoon also has her eyes closed, as if she hadn’t a care in the world for the people she and her family might’ve offended in their brief tenure in Millennium to this stage.
June Oikawa
If you asked one-hundred of Millennium's fans, going into Imperium, who they expected to win the Tag Team Championships, you would have one-hundred misinformed answers; a majority thought, on name value alone, the Uncanny Socialites should have been the favourites. And so, before the match even began, they were named as champions by the people--until they weren’t anymore.
Despite her eyes still being closed, June’s speech cracks a smile on OMI’s face; not a big one, in fact, you’d be forgiven if you missed it. But it’s there, curled up on the right side of her lip.
June Oikawa
With one kick--her first few seconds of the match--OMI struck down the favourites. With one blow, the Uncanny Socialites were no longer the favourites, no longer the chosen champions, they were simply eliminated. OMI ruffled feathers among the fans within moments of entering the match, which raises the question why Rebecca Saint might want a second chance--to save face, no doubt; perhaps she suspects that OMI’s strike can’t happen in any other environment.
The ghostly whisper of OMI’s voice interrupts June’s speech, as Izanami no Mikoto opens her eyes for the first time since we began filming. For a few seconds, she speaks in the hushed Japanese, before June turns back to the camera.
June Oikawa
Believe it or not, Ms. Saint, OMI acknowledges you and your partners’ skills--it’s why she understood the situation she was in at Imperium. An opportunity to neutralize a potential threat, before it could ever manifest. She is curious, however--now, with the opportunity to manifest that very threat...what changes? Will it feel better, falling to the same strike tonight? Will seeing the Typhoon coming make it easier to weather the storm? She rather thinks not--but that is the fate awaiting you, Ms. Saint. Perhaps you feel hard-done by, that OMI had the situational awareness that you lacked at Imperium--but it didn’t change anything that night, and it will not change what’s coming tonight.
The Typhoon uncurls her legs from underneath her, sliding virtually noiselessly off the crate, standing beside her translator--that faint smile that appeared for a moment, earlier, wiped from her face.
June Oikawa
Now, I suppose, the question is raised to you, Ms. Saint--do you recognize OMI as the threat she is, and has shown herself to be? Or do you, like the others the Happy Few have faced in Millennium, suppose that she’s more hype than action? I, and OMI, hope, for your sake, the former--or your quest to redeem yourself will fall well short.
OMI bows her head toward the camera just a little, and we cut away from the Typhoon and her translator.
We’re backstage at the Chi Health Center, in the dressing room area to be more specific. Like usual there’s the signs of the room having been used by a good bit of roster before tonight’s show got started. Right now our camera spies none other than Christian Michaels. The proud southerner from Tennessee standing beside a chair. He’s currently wrapping his wrist, making final preparations for tonight’s match. Michaels finishes wrapping his wrist and tears the tape. His eyes scanning the room for any sign of his wife. She had texted earlier she was on her way but needed a small snack first…
CM: Come on Kelse, where ya at babe?
Christian wonders aloud as he glances up at the clock in the room.
CM: Not exactly a lot of time to go over things. Heh. What am I worried about? She’s liable to pop up outta nowhere any….second….NOW!
He says and looks around again.
Kelsey Spencer: Sorry I'm laaaaaaate!
His energetic wife comes rushing into the shot with such velocity that she almost crashes directly into him. Luckily, she's able to catch herself and keep her footing. Her blue hair's unkempt and all over the place. As she looks up to her husband, she slowly pulls out the fudge flavoured protein bar that was pinched between her teeth, the mixture of the bar and her saliva forming a dark ring around her lips.
Kelsey Spencer: I woulda been here sooner, but the line at the snack bar was really long, and you know I gotsta get my munch on before a big match…
Christian is doin his best to stifle a laugh. His wife looks almost like she’s been out running a marathon, and sounded like she was talkin a mile a minute. The ole vet couldn’t help but smile at her. That is before he reached his hand up to lick his thumb. CM went about using said thumb to wipe away the fudge ring around Kelsey’s lips.
CM: Heh. It’s alright babe! We still got a lil bit before we need to be in position to head out. You, uh, didn’t suplex anyone outta the line did ya?
He questions her and looks past her towards the door.
Kelsey Spencer: Of course not, don't be silly!
She helps herself to a seat, where she begins to rummage through her bag and start lacing her boots.
Kelsey Spencer: I'm saving all my suplexes for the BreeTee Committee!
An approving nod from her husband. CM takes a seat in the chair across from Kelsey now.
CM: That’s what I’m talkin bout love! Gosh, babe, can ya believe this is really our first time teaming up? I mean just me an you. I know we’ve teamed with Rebecca a couple times before an all. But still, this is me and you and just us! Can’t tell ya just how excited I was seeing that on the card.
Kelsey looks up from her boots for a moment with a great big glowing grin.
Kelsey Spencer: With all the time we've spent in promotions together, I'm kinda shocked it didn't happen sooner! But I'm super glad that it is! It's gonna be kinda strange, though… looking at that corner and seeing you standing on the apron instead of Rebecca. I bet you're probably gonna feel the same way when you see me and not your brother, huh?
Christian nodded his head.
CM: Yeah. I reckon it will be a lil different. I mean I’m so used to seeing him and, or Duke standing in my corner. Gotta say, you’re easily more visually appealing than seeing either of those two standin there.
Michaels playfully smacks his wife’s knee and gives her a wink.
CM: But shoot I’m glad it’s gonna be you in my corner tonight, lil tired of gettin suplexed around the ring by my own wife.
He adds with a tease.
Kelsey Spencer: Yeah, we've faced each other a lot here in Millennium, haven't we? It's been a blast, but I agree…
With both boots now laced, Kelsey taps the soles of each of them on the hard floor for a quick impact test. Satisfied, she stands up to her feet.
Kelsey Spencer: ...it's gonna be a nice change to kick someone who I'm not married to! And I don't really wanna get thrown around by you for a little while, heh…
CM: At all?
He teases her again playfully. Before going into his own bag and pulling out a black shirt. Kelsey looks confused by his comment, but she soon gets distracted by the shirt. Christian just kind of chuckles to himself at his comment confuzzling her. His wife too pure to get the undertones of his joke.
CM: Just playin. But naw I feel ya though love. It’s gonna be awesome. And I can’t wait to see where our Millenium careers go. That tag team tournament was such a whirlwind. Now we’ve kind got some time to look at things and think..
Michaels stops talking for a moment as he pulls the shirt over his head. As he pulls it down out of the bunch it was in, he reveals that he’s put on his shirt that says “Kelsey’s Husband” in blue lettering and features a picture of them sharing an oversized waffle. Kelsey chuckles cutely as she admires it.
CM: Jetpack were really awesome at Imperium. I assume you an Rebecca plan to go after them again? Just like me an Simon plan to as well.
Kelsey Spencer: Oh, yeah. Jetpack are on a whole other level, that's for sure. The goal's always gonna be those Tag Team Titles, and something tells me we're gonna be wrestling against each other a whole bunch of times in the future.
She pauses for a moment, smiling at the potential idea of more matches against her husband and brother-in-law like the one from a few weeks back.
Kelsey Spencer: But, we've gotta make sure we focus on tonight. I've been in the ring with Bree and Teagan before… they're young and hungry, and super talented to boot. We're gonna have to be at our best out there.
CM: That’s true babe! Those gals are nothin to sneeze at by a long shot. Like ya said, they’re young and hungry; that makes them some really dangerous competition. Hell though, I might not be that young anymore, but I dang sure ain’t had my fill of success in this business. Not yet. And not by a long shot babe!
He nods affirmatively.
CM: We’ve done a buncha studying, and we’ve trained our tails off not just since this match was announced, but since we all came to Millenium and set our eyes on the Tag Team prize. Bee and Teagan might be some awesome competitors, but ya know what they ain’t babe?
Kelsey Spencer: Uhh..?
She looks around their immediate area for a clue, then turns back to Christian and shrugs. Christian sits forward in his chair, face just barely a couple inches away from hers.
CM: They ain’t never wrestled our team before. They ain’t seen what me and you can do together, especially when our goals are one in the same. Bottom line here? Them girls ain’t ready for us babe!
Christian exclaims and leans in for a small kiss to Kelsey’s lips, nothing to overt or anything. Kelsey's eyes light up after the fact, when she realises how difficult it must be for their opponents to strategise for such an unpredictable pairing.
Kelsey Spencer: I guess that settles it. There's just one thing left to do...
With a determined nod, she pops the protein bar back in her mouth, chomping it between her teeth - like Hannibal would chomp a cigar in an episode of A-Team - while she stands with her hands on her hips.
Kelsey Spencer: It's time to go out there and kick some butt!
CM: YEAH! Let’s go give ‘em what for!
Christian exclaims as he pops up from his seat, the chair scooting back a ways across the floor.
CM: Hop on babe!
He says an turns around with his back to her an stoops down in position to give her a piggyback ride. Kelsey doesn't miss a beat, leaping onto her husband's back in one mighty jump. His left arm wraps around her left leg, CM pointing his right hand towards the door as he raised that arm.
CM: ONWARD! TO VICTORY!
Michaels shouts, giving a mighty battlecry before charging towards the door! As the husband and wife combination exit the locker room, our shot cuts back to ringside.
CM: Come on Kelse, where ya at babe?
Christian wonders aloud as he glances up at the clock in the room.
CM: Not exactly a lot of time to go over things. Heh. What am I worried about? She’s liable to pop up outta nowhere any….second….NOW!
He says and looks around again.
Kelsey Spencer: Sorry I'm laaaaaaate!
His energetic wife comes rushing into the shot with such velocity that she almost crashes directly into him. Luckily, she's able to catch herself and keep her footing. Her blue hair's unkempt and all over the place. As she looks up to her husband, she slowly pulls out the fudge flavoured protein bar that was pinched between her teeth, the mixture of the bar and her saliva forming a dark ring around her lips.
Kelsey Spencer: I woulda been here sooner, but the line at the snack bar was really long, and you know I gotsta get my munch on before a big match…
Christian is doin his best to stifle a laugh. His wife looks almost like she’s been out running a marathon, and sounded like she was talkin a mile a minute. The ole vet couldn’t help but smile at her. That is before he reached his hand up to lick his thumb. CM went about using said thumb to wipe away the fudge ring around Kelsey’s lips.
CM: Heh. It’s alright babe! We still got a lil bit before we need to be in position to head out. You, uh, didn’t suplex anyone outta the line did ya?
He questions her and looks past her towards the door.
Kelsey Spencer: Of course not, don't be silly!
She helps herself to a seat, where she begins to rummage through her bag and start lacing her boots.
Kelsey Spencer: I'm saving all my suplexes for the BreeTee Committee!
An approving nod from her husband. CM takes a seat in the chair across from Kelsey now.
CM: That’s what I’m talkin bout love! Gosh, babe, can ya believe this is really our first time teaming up? I mean just me an you. I know we’ve teamed with Rebecca a couple times before an all. But still, this is me and you and just us! Can’t tell ya just how excited I was seeing that on the card.
Kelsey looks up from her boots for a moment with a great big glowing grin.
Kelsey Spencer: With all the time we've spent in promotions together, I'm kinda shocked it didn't happen sooner! But I'm super glad that it is! It's gonna be kinda strange, though… looking at that corner and seeing you standing on the apron instead of Rebecca. I bet you're probably gonna feel the same way when you see me and not your brother, huh?
Christian nodded his head.
CM: Yeah. I reckon it will be a lil different. I mean I’m so used to seeing him and, or Duke standing in my corner. Gotta say, you’re easily more visually appealing than seeing either of those two standin there.
Michaels playfully smacks his wife’s knee and gives her a wink.
CM: But shoot I’m glad it’s gonna be you in my corner tonight, lil tired of gettin suplexed around the ring by my own wife.
He adds with a tease.
Kelsey Spencer: Yeah, we've faced each other a lot here in Millennium, haven't we? It's been a blast, but I agree…
With both boots now laced, Kelsey taps the soles of each of them on the hard floor for a quick impact test. Satisfied, she stands up to her feet.
Kelsey Spencer: ...it's gonna be a nice change to kick someone who I'm not married to! And I don't really wanna get thrown around by you for a little while, heh…
CM: At all?
He teases her again playfully. Before going into his own bag and pulling out a black shirt. Kelsey looks confused by his comment, but she soon gets distracted by the shirt. Christian just kind of chuckles to himself at his comment confuzzling her. His wife too pure to get the undertones of his joke.
CM: Just playin. But naw I feel ya though love. It’s gonna be awesome. And I can’t wait to see where our Millenium careers go. That tag team tournament was such a whirlwind. Now we’ve kind got some time to look at things and think..
Michaels stops talking for a moment as he pulls the shirt over his head. As he pulls it down out of the bunch it was in, he reveals that he’s put on his shirt that says “Kelsey’s Husband” in blue lettering and features a picture of them sharing an oversized waffle. Kelsey chuckles cutely as she admires it.
CM: Jetpack were really awesome at Imperium. I assume you an Rebecca plan to go after them again? Just like me an Simon plan to as well.
Kelsey Spencer: Oh, yeah. Jetpack are on a whole other level, that's for sure. The goal's always gonna be those Tag Team Titles, and something tells me we're gonna be wrestling against each other a whole bunch of times in the future.
She pauses for a moment, smiling at the potential idea of more matches against her husband and brother-in-law like the one from a few weeks back.
Kelsey Spencer: But, we've gotta make sure we focus on tonight. I've been in the ring with Bree and Teagan before… they're young and hungry, and super talented to boot. We're gonna have to be at our best out there.
CM: That’s true babe! Those gals are nothin to sneeze at by a long shot. Like ya said, they’re young and hungry; that makes them some really dangerous competition. Hell though, I might not be that young anymore, but I dang sure ain’t had my fill of success in this business. Not yet. And not by a long shot babe!
He nods affirmatively.
CM: We’ve done a buncha studying, and we’ve trained our tails off not just since this match was announced, but since we all came to Millenium and set our eyes on the Tag Team prize. Bee and Teagan might be some awesome competitors, but ya know what they ain’t babe?
Kelsey Spencer: Uhh..?
She looks around their immediate area for a clue, then turns back to Christian and shrugs. Christian sits forward in his chair, face just barely a couple inches away from hers.
CM: They ain’t never wrestled our team before. They ain’t seen what me and you can do together, especially when our goals are one in the same. Bottom line here? Them girls ain’t ready for us babe!
Christian exclaims and leans in for a small kiss to Kelsey’s lips, nothing to overt or anything. Kelsey's eyes light up after the fact, when she realises how difficult it must be for their opponents to strategise for such an unpredictable pairing.
Kelsey Spencer: I guess that settles it. There's just one thing left to do...
With a determined nod, she pops the protein bar back in her mouth, chomping it between her teeth - like Hannibal would chomp a cigar in an episode of A-Team - while she stands with her hands on her hips.
Kelsey Spencer: It's time to go out there and kick some butt!
CM: YEAH! Let’s go give ‘em what for!
Christian exclaims as he pops up from his seat, the chair scooting back a ways across the floor.
CM: Hop on babe!
He says an turns around with his back to her an stoops down in position to give her a piggyback ride. Kelsey doesn't miss a beat, leaping onto her husband's back in one mighty jump. His left arm wraps around her left leg, CM pointing his right hand towards the door as he raised that arm.
CM: ONWARD! TO VICTORY!
Michaels shouts, giving a mighty battlecry before charging towards the door! As the husband and wife combination exit the locker room, our shot cuts back to ringside.
Singles Match
Rebecca Saint VS OMI”Spot Of The Night”. That was what the Millennium fans thought about OMI’s Super Cyclone, the Tornado Kick that knocked out Rebecca at Imperium and destroyed the Uncanny Socialites ambition to become the first ever MWE Tag Team Champions. Rebecca Saint called it a “wake up” call for both her and Kelsey, a sign that they need to step up their game if they want to replicate their success here in Millennium. And what better chance to do it than by taking on the woman that provoked this realisation? Cautiously, well aware of how dangerous her strikes can be, Rebecca approached her and the pair locked horns, jockeying for position. OMI was able to slide behind her opponent and wrap her arms around her waist, Rebecca hit her with a couple of elbow smash and switched positions, applying a waist hold of her own and pushing OMI against the ropes, pinning her to the mat with an O’Connor Roll from which the member of the Happy Few easily kicked out, getting back on her feet and swinging for a right hand. Saint ducked it, grabbing her by the wrist and whipping her against the ropes, waiting in the center of the ring and tossing OMI over her head with a back body drop. The Japanese wrestler landed on her feet, wasting no time to go for the same move that gave her the win a week ago, the Super Cyclone. Rebecca somehow saw it coming and dropped on the floor, rolling of of the ring[ and avoiding disaster. With a smirk, OMI invited her to get back in the ring, even leaving her some space, obviously out of mockery more than respect. Saint took her time stepping back in the ring only when the referee count reached 8, pacing around the opponent and avoiding her swift kicks with which OMI was keeping her on the defensive. Eventually Rebecca was able to drop on her knee and take out the landing leg, taking the “Typhoon” down and quickly floating into a side headlock. It wasn’t too hard for the japanese to get back up on her feet and get free of the submission by pushing Rebecca against the ropes, but the Red Magma slid under the roundhouse kick and took out the extremely dangerous right leg with a chop block. With OMI down the former Hybrid Honor Champion started working on that same leg, applying an ankle lock, a bit too close to the ropes. OMI dragged herself closer, and she would have easily escaped the submission if Saint didn’t pull her back to the middle of the ring when her fingertips were already brushing against the bottom rope. Somehow OMI escaped, and the fight went on with the Japanese once again on the offense, slamming Rebecca on the mat with an STO. Grabbing the Aussie by her hair and, after a couple of uppercuts, dropping her on the knee with a head pull backbreaker. Not the brightest idea in hindsight, since it was the leg Saint had been working on in the past minutes. Both women were down, Rebecca arching her back, OMI clutching her knee. And it was the latter who rose up first, taking a moment to shake the pain out of it before dragging her opponent back to her feet. Becky surprised her with a headbutt, OMI answered with a stiff forearm shot, and it was the start of an all out brawl, none of the contenders holding back or cowering. Rebecca came out on top, whipping the opponent against the ropes and going for a lariat, ducked by the Typhoon who came back with a bicycle knee. A grimace of pain immediately painted on her face as her hand immediately reached down to the leg. Rebecca was visibly stunned on her knees, perfectly positioned for the Ame-no-Tataku (High Speed Roundhouse kick to the head). Just like one week ago, this seemed to be the end for the Uncanny Socialite. Instead, Saint raised her shoulder, raising more than one question about what would it take to keep her down tonight. OMI seemed to have the question, taking a few steps back and measuring the distance for the Cyclone Kick. But her leg failed her, and she missed the kick. Rebecca instead, didn’t miss the opportunity to lock her in a kneebar, trying once again to make her tap out. In agony, OMI dragged herself to the not too distant ropes, eventually grabbing them with both hands and forcing the break. Saint didn’t let her go immediately, getting a warning from the referee that she shrugged off, grabbing the Typhoon by her leg and pulling her away from the ropes. A series of stomps to the knee for good measure and Rebecca set her up for the Saints Row (Figure Four Sharpshooter). Nowhere to go for OMI this time and, after resisting for a good minute, tapping out became the only option. WINNER: Rebecca Saint BY: Submission (Saints Row), 11:26 |
Bea Torres: "She did it!"
Jared Idol: "OMI's obsession to prove that the Cyclone Kick could do the trick once again costed her the match."
Bea Torres: "Rebecca knows how dangerous OMI can be... Heck, she witnessed it first hand!"
Jared Idol: "She took out her opponent's most dangerous weapon and turned it into her weak spot. That was brilliant!"
Backstage we find Bree currently finishing her squats and puts on her cap backwards. She's then sprayed by a perfume bottle and blinks rapidly when she sees her adoptive sister Luna holding the bottle.
Luna Smith:
There's nothing wrong with smelling womanly, Bree. And given the show title I thought I'd share a little bit with you.
Bree takes a little whiff of it and it clearly was an expensive blend that did smell good, just not Bree's sort of scent she chose.
Bree Smith:
Why have you got that with you, Luna!?
Luna Smith:
Becausseee' have you not seen who I'm defending my title against? Heathen Jones!
She huffs annoyed before flauting to the camera her pristine Lockdown Championship. A pair of black shades to cover her eyes up with a blue jacket featuring white faux fur around the neck and fading down to a v-neck style.
Luna Smith:
I have to spend at most fifteen minutes in the ring with him and I need this here and my personal shower to rid myself of his funky smells and odours. After I've proven he's not worthy of being Lockdown Champion. I'd prefer your opponents.
Bree Smith:
I'm not trading, sis. We've got Kelsey Spencer again and she beat us in our debut, so…
Bree exhales with a little competitive spirit, mild aggression exuding from her.
Bree Smith:
I'm not above losing this one. Ideally it would be the Uncanny Socialites again, but I'll take one half of them and her husband.
This draws Luna's attention in a little more.
Luna Smith:
So you're fighting a family?
Bree smirks slightly due to the show name and nods with hands at her hips.
Bree Smith:
Yeah. Me and Teegs are fighting a family. Two halves of two tag teams who aren't going to stop us, since we beat Billy and Jimmy.
Luna Smith:
Oh my gosh. I just realised, Billy and Jimmy the High Score Heroes, Billy Danielson and Jimmy Pagan, our cousins.
Which makes Bree chuckle again.
Luna Smith:
Well you better win because this show is called A Family Affair, and I'm obviously remaining the Lockdown Champion so you and Teagan better win too.
Luna then taps her title with her right hand. She then does a two knock tap on the title.
Luna Smith:
Because you girls should really be holding a title like me. Please catch up.
And Luna departs from Bree, she's heading towards the ring while Bree's phone rings and she answers it.
Bree Smith:
Hello?....what?...my refrigerator is what?... Teegs, I know that's you.
Luna Smith:
There's nothing wrong with smelling womanly, Bree. And given the show title I thought I'd share a little bit with you.
Bree takes a little whiff of it and it clearly was an expensive blend that did smell good, just not Bree's sort of scent she chose.
Bree Smith:
Why have you got that with you, Luna!?
Luna Smith:
Becausseee' have you not seen who I'm defending my title against? Heathen Jones!
She huffs annoyed before flauting to the camera her pristine Lockdown Championship. A pair of black shades to cover her eyes up with a blue jacket featuring white faux fur around the neck and fading down to a v-neck style.
Luna Smith:
I have to spend at most fifteen minutes in the ring with him and I need this here and my personal shower to rid myself of his funky smells and odours. After I've proven he's not worthy of being Lockdown Champion. I'd prefer your opponents.
Bree Smith:
I'm not trading, sis. We've got Kelsey Spencer again and she beat us in our debut, so…
Bree exhales with a little competitive spirit, mild aggression exuding from her.
Bree Smith:
I'm not above losing this one. Ideally it would be the Uncanny Socialites again, but I'll take one half of them and her husband.
This draws Luna's attention in a little more.
Luna Smith:
So you're fighting a family?
Bree smirks slightly due to the show name and nods with hands at her hips.
Bree Smith:
Yeah. Me and Teegs are fighting a family. Two halves of two tag teams who aren't going to stop us, since we beat Billy and Jimmy.
Luna Smith:
Oh my gosh. I just realised, Billy and Jimmy the High Score Heroes, Billy Danielson and Jimmy Pagan, our cousins.
Which makes Bree chuckle again.
Luna Smith:
Well you better win because this show is called A Family Affair, and I'm obviously remaining the Lockdown Champion so you and Teagan better win too.
Luna then taps her title with her right hand. She then does a two knock tap on the title.
Luna Smith:
Because you girls should really be holding a title like me. Please catch up.
And Luna departs from Bree, she's heading towards the ring while Bree's phone rings and she answers it.
Bree Smith:
Hello?....what?...my refrigerator is what?... Teegs, I know that's you.
The camera cuts back to the ring, where we find the Ubermensch Selina Metzger holding a microphone.
Selina Metzger
I don’t want to hold up the rest of the show for too long, and I’m going to try to make this quick, but there’s something that I need to address.
She pauses to take a breath.
Selina Metzger
Seven days ago at Imperium, my match with Luna ended in a time limit draw, just as I was all set to finish her off.
There are some boos from the members of the crowd who are as dissatisfied with that result as Selina was.
Selina Metzger
For the second consecutive pay-per-view event, I had an opportunity to compete for a championship, and just as occurred back in November, at Deep-Six, I wasn’t pinned, I wasn’t made to submit, and yet I wasn’t the one that walked out with their title in their possession. Once again, the defending champion was extremely fortunate to keep hold of a title that I had come ever so close to winning. As we say in Germany though, knapp daneben ist auch vorbei - which means, coming close is also missing it.
A slight sigh escapes her lips.
Selina Metzger
I’m not going to stand here and make excuses for what happened last week. Obviously the result wasn’t quite what I wanted, but it merely delayed the inevitable, because I will be a champion here in Millennium, sooner rather than later.
Selina’s confident statement is met with cheers from some of the fans.
Selina Metzger
And on that note, I have a message for our Lockdown Champion.
She moves towards the nearest camera, and glares down the lens, as if looking directly at the aforementioned champion.
Selina Metzger
Luna, wherever you are backstage right now, I hope that you’re watching this. I just want you to know that you won’t be seeing the last of me anytime soon; regardless of the outcome of your match with Heathen Jones, you and I… we have unfinished business.
She walks back to the middle of the ring.
Selina Metzger
You know what though, Luna? I actually hope that you win. And not because I have anything against your opponent, but because beating you to win the Lockdown Championship would give me so much more pleasure than I would get from beating anyone else to win it. So good luck for your match, Luna - I genuinely hope that you’re victorious.
As Selina goes to hand back the microphone, “Ich tu dir weh” by Rammstein begins to play, and she then steps through the ropes, before heading backstage.
Selina Metzger
I don’t want to hold up the rest of the show for too long, and I’m going to try to make this quick, but there’s something that I need to address.
She pauses to take a breath.
Selina Metzger
Seven days ago at Imperium, my match with Luna ended in a time limit draw, just as I was all set to finish her off.
There are some boos from the members of the crowd who are as dissatisfied with that result as Selina was.
Selina Metzger
For the second consecutive pay-per-view event, I had an opportunity to compete for a championship, and just as occurred back in November, at Deep-Six, I wasn’t pinned, I wasn’t made to submit, and yet I wasn’t the one that walked out with their title in their possession. Once again, the defending champion was extremely fortunate to keep hold of a title that I had come ever so close to winning. As we say in Germany though, knapp daneben ist auch vorbei - which means, coming close is also missing it.
A slight sigh escapes her lips.
Selina Metzger
I’m not going to stand here and make excuses for what happened last week. Obviously the result wasn’t quite what I wanted, but it merely delayed the inevitable, because I will be a champion here in Millennium, sooner rather than later.
Selina’s confident statement is met with cheers from some of the fans.
Selina Metzger
And on that note, I have a message for our Lockdown Champion.
She moves towards the nearest camera, and glares down the lens, as if looking directly at the aforementioned champion.
Selina Metzger
Luna, wherever you are backstage right now, I hope that you’re watching this. I just want you to know that you won’t be seeing the last of me anytime soon; regardless of the outcome of your match with Heathen Jones, you and I… we have unfinished business.
She walks back to the middle of the ring.
Selina Metzger
You know what though, Luna? I actually hope that you win. And not because I have anything against your opponent, but because beating you to win the Lockdown Championship would give me so much more pleasure than I would get from beating anyone else to win it. So good luck for your match, Luna - I genuinely hope that you’re victorious.
As Selina goes to hand back the microphone, “Ich tu dir weh” by Rammstein begins to play, and she then steps through the ropes, before heading backstage.
Tag Team Match
Kelsey Spencer & Christian Michaels VS The BreeTee Committee
They say there’s a first time for everything and oddly enough, this was the first time Kelsey Spencer and her husband Christian Michaels tagged together. And their opponents for this “debut” were none other than the BreeTee Committee, coming into this contest tonight with the wind in their sails after the big win at Imperium. Bree and CM started the match off for the respective teams, and the experience gathered in nineteen years between the four ropes allowed Christian to withstand the initial flurry of offense of Luna’s cousin, surprising her with a kick to the stomach and a ddt as soon as she lowered her guard. Staying in control, transitioning from a hold to the next, he tagged Kelsey in. A thunderous ovation welcomed the blue haired girl as she jumped into the ring, working together with her husband as he lifted Bree with a German Suplex and Spencer accompanied her down with a neckbreaker. Performing a cartwheel, she dropped her leg across the neck of the former powerlifter with one of her most representative moves, trying the first pinfall of the match. It was as if Kelsey and CM teamed for their entire life, such was the chemistry they showed tonight. But the quick tags and the combined moves, only could keep Bree at bay for much longer. At some point the blonde girl found the break she needed resisting an irish whip attempt and pulling Kelsey toward herself, lifting her and violently dropping her on the mat with a spinning side slam. Both girls were down, catching their breath as the referee started the count and slowly making their way to the respective corners. The tag happened almost simultaneously, Teagan and Christian both came into the ring rushing at each other. The irish girl ducked under Michaels’ extended arm and jumped on the middle rope, bouncing back and hitting him with an elbow to the jaw. Michaels quickly popped up back to his feet and hit her with right uppercut, sending her back to the ropes and lifting her for a powerslam, dropping the knee to her head right after and hooking the leg for a cover, It was, of course, just a two count. The Millennium fans were definitely appreciating the back and forth action CM and Tee were giving rise to, mostly mat based with a lot of submission and counters. The chain wrestling sequence ended with Gallagher locking him in a boston crab. CM pushed through the pain, supported by the cheers of the crowd and by the inciting of his wife, who was literally inches away. The tag was made, Teagan immediately released her hold and turned around, just in time to see Kelsey flying towards her with a diving crossbody. Spencer was the first back on her feet, grabbing Gallagher’s arm and whipping her in the corner, charging in her direction and flipping her back in the middle of the ring with a monkey flip. Once again the Blue Thunder made her way to the top rope and leaped, but the elbow drop found nothing but the mat. Teegs quickly turned this opportunity into a pinning predicament but Kelsey kicked out of the magistral cradle. 13 minutes into the match and Teagan went for a German Suplex. Kelsey landed on her feet and surprised her with a tiger suplex that almost gave her the win. But Gallagher wasn’t done yet, as the Pumphandle Suplex she tossed Spencer across the ring with moments later confirmed. Finally Teegs made the tag and Bree Smith entered the ring, picking up Kelsey and showing off her strength with the usual backbreaker reps. But the four time tag team champion was known for her resilience and her big heart, digging down deep and finding that last bit of energy right when it seemed like the match was over, countering Bree’s Bree-Show (Pop Up Powerbomb) into a hurricanrana. WINNER: Christian Michaels & Kelsey Spencer BY: Pinfall (Hurricanrana), 14:43 |
Jared Idol: "What in the world?"
Bea Torres: "Man, i thought the BreeTee Committee had this match won..."
Jared Idol: "Never count out Kelsey Spencer... That girl has nine lives, like a cat"
Bea Torres: "And she also has the agility of a cat... Did you see that counter?"
Jared Idol: "Aye, impressive."
Britt Kane stood backstage with her wrestling gear on and is alone. Her cousin, Cassidy, was somewhere roaming the halls of the arena, but Britt was focused and ready to go for her big match against SERO tonight. For the first time in months, there was no Cloud Gate Championship around her waist. It was just now covered in her simple black tank top.
BRITT KANE:
This feels weird. I’m standing here and I don’t have it anymore. It’s an odd sensation to not hold that Cloud Gate Championship, but it’s not like I didn’t lose it to someone weak or someone that won’t wear it with pride.
She can only shrug her shoulders.
BRITT KANE:
I said some pretty crummy things to Tiffany, but I think it helped her in the end. I won’t lie, I was hoping she could beat me for it. For herself. She needed it and she found a killer instinct she didn’t have in the past when she was in the ring with me. I think we all need to give some respect to the new Cloud Gate Champion tonight and in the coming weeks. I know that Tiffany Tompkins will be able to help carry that title with some pride and honor.
A slight pause from the former Cloud Gate Champion.
BRITT KANE:
Tonight, I get the chance to get back into the ring against one of The Happy Few, SERO. Capable wrestler. Very capable, actually. I don’t have any funny quips tonight. No jokes. I just want to get back out there and go against this guy. Don’t care about his problems with my brother, not my place to stand on those, rather I just want to wrestle.
Another pause.
BRITT KANE:
Nothing to say, really. I know what SERO can do, and I respect what he can do in the ring. I know this is all probably boring to listen to but just… I don’t know. I feel a little lost right now without the Cloud Gate Championship. It drove me and now, I’m a bit empty. I need something to fill this void now. After five months I just don’t get it right now.
With that said Britt walks away with a heavy sigh.
BRITT KANE:
This feels weird. I’m standing here and I don’t have it anymore. It’s an odd sensation to not hold that Cloud Gate Championship, but it’s not like I didn’t lose it to someone weak or someone that won’t wear it with pride.
She can only shrug her shoulders.
BRITT KANE:
I said some pretty crummy things to Tiffany, but I think it helped her in the end. I won’t lie, I was hoping she could beat me for it. For herself. She needed it and she found a killer instinct she didn’t have in the past when she was in the ring with me. I think we all need to give some respect to the new Cloud Gate Champion tonight and in the coming weeks. I know that Tiffany Tompkins will be able to help carry that title with some pride and honor.
A slight pause from the former Cloud Gate Champion.
BRITT KANE:
Tonight, I get the chance to get back into the ring against one of The Happy Few, SERO. Capable wrestler. Very capable, actually. I don’t have any funny quips tonight. No jokes. I just want to get back out there and go against this guy. Don’t care about his problems with my brother, not my place to stand on those, rather I just want to wrestle.
Another pause.
BRITT KANE:
Nothing to say, really. I know what SERO can do, and I respect what he can do in the ring. I know this is all probably boring to listen to but just… I don’t know. I feel a little lost right now without the Cloud Gate Championship. It drove me and now, I’m a bit empty. I need something to fill this void now. After five months I just don’t get it right now.
With that said Britt walks away with a heavy sigh.
Singles Match
Selina Metzger VS Knox
Rammstein's "Ich Tu Dir Weh" blasted through the loudspeakers and the Ubermensch walked out of the curtains, welcomed by the loud cheers of the fans. Selina noticed to the sign spotted by the camera at the beginning of the show referring at her as the legitimate Lockdown Champion, or one of them actually. That put a big smile on her face that quickly disappeared when Knox smashed a chair across her back. Metzger felt the blow but didn't fell, arching her massive back and turning around with a look that could kill a man. Knox swung the chair once again, right on her head. Selina was on her knee, powerless against a third chair shot that opened a cut on her forehead and knockes her out. The sound of the boos was deafening as paramedics rushed to check on the German woman. Knox crouched and watched the scene with his head lightly tilted to a side, as someone who was studying a curious phenomena. Then, just like that, he stood up and walked away WINNER: N/A BY: No Contest, 0:00 |
Bea Torres: "..."
Jared Idol: "Odd."
Bea Torres: "..."
Jared Idol: "Cat got your tongue, Bea?"
Bea Torres: "Knox scares me."
Inside the arena, the fans anxiously anticipated more out-of-their-seat action. They cheered and chanted, excited and then, silenced. The clang echoed out of the speakers and the arena went dead. The second was just as loud. The third a little sooner. The tempo steadily quickened until, just as suddenly, silence. Well, the dragging chain had ceased. The crowd was livid as the lighting dimmed.
A sternum pounding beat from the speakers and the choir sang through two before the bass rattled the entire arena. “The Devil Inside”, not Zac Brown Band, ushered in the Godless Heathen of the South. Surely, he would have his reasons for returning to his original theme, but what did this crowd care. All they saw was Heathen Jones step out from behind the curtain. Fire crackled to life on the stage at each side of him. Large billows of smoke rolled from under the stage.
He stood there in torn, dirty jeans and a “STAR KILLER” t-shirt, with his Red Wings firm at the top of the ramp. His beard partially covered the top of the solo golden star under the print. Shadowed under the brim of his straw orchard hat, his beady black eyes locked on the ring below. And, he forced them to wait, raising the mudjug in his right hand to spit a massive wad of tobacco. Around his left wrist once and down into the grip of his fist, the heavy links of a logging chain that trailed off behind the curtain.
Hickey marched out across the stage and passed him on her way. The shower of garbage immediately stopped and soon, the chain went taunt.
He remained steadfast.
She refused to backpedal, forcing him to advance. Tonight, she stayed the chain's length ahead of him, leading him to the ring.
At ringside, she complied with venom. Standing in her newspaper thin flip-flops, with her right hand on her hip, she swayed and bit the nail of her left index finger. She blatantly ignored him flopping up on the apron and rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. He crawled on his knees to the corner, unwrapping the chain. He wrapped it once around the post and restrained her with a lock from his pocket.
He seethed as he crossed the ring and demanded the microphone. Kicking away empty cups and trays, he returned to the center of the ring. The crowd booed and normally, it only thrilled him; as he raised the microphone to his gashed lips tonight, he seemed distracted.
Heathen Jones - Funny ain't it…
He paused. Alan Envy had blacked his left eye and he immediately went and fought AJ Morales in the Crown of the King Cobra Tournament. His face was swollen and it hurt.
Heathen Jones - Nah, see, duh-Heathen ain't reppin’ Mil...len...ni...um in…
The crowd mocked the demon, but you have to give Haley Savell credit for hiring a speech pathologist.
Heathen Jones - Yeah, yeah… duh-Heathen not in dat snake pit tourn´ment no more.
Even if it was only to have him enunciate the promotion's name correctly in his representation.
Heathen Jones - So dat's dat music gonna gets me out here now on. No Crown, no chance, ain't playin’ Savell's ways no more.
He lowered the microphone to pull the thumb of his left hand across his throat. Hell burned in his soulless eyes as he looked up the entrance.
Heathen Jones - Dis thing wit´ duh-Heathen an´ Lonestar ain't over. Ya may have bled, but not by meh hand. Dat lil’ gal over dare saved ya ass. Tonight, meh earned one though.
He had vulgar intentions, his tone and body language were leading, but he caught her glare out the corner of his eye and there was a change in his...
Heathen Jones - Listen here, Barbie; jus’ come on down here an´ hand meh dat belt.
He locked directly with the focus of the camera.
Heathen Jones - Meh ain't wantin’ tuh hurt ya tonight… … …
All the stars by Kendrick Lamar plays and that’s when two large golden stars appear on the titantron with Luna’s video titantron playing. She emerges from the back holding her Lockdown Championship on her shoulder but prompty raises it up to show it to everyone and almost ignoring Heathen with it. She puts it back on her shoulder before extending her arm out very slowly until it’s fully extended, a Millennium stage hand presents her with a microphone and then backs away from her. She keeps her frown, as he wasn’t her ideal opponent.
Luna Smith:
First of all, count your luck stars you’re standing where you are because if it was up to me, you’d be back at the dive bar bouncing. As for the whole, what did you even say? Hand me dat belt?
She promptly cringes at the word choice while walking a few steps forward on the ramp.
Luna Smith:
Nobody gets this title. I won this star-maker when I defeated Millennium’s greatest submissionist at her own game. So I’d watch your tongue or I’ll tap you out just like I did Steele.
And she glances at the young man in the front row who laughs at the idea Luna could do that.
Luna Smith:
You’ve only got me for 15 minutes, because I refuse to forfeit my championship but let me make this abundantly clear…
As she walks up the steel steps and into the ring through the ropes. She takes a moment to look Heathen over and offer nothing but an unimpressed and disgusted look.
Luna Smith:
This is your only shot against me, these are your only fifteen minutes you’ll ever spend in the same ring as The Star In The Night.
She flips her hair behind her with a smile, her nickname never got old and always brought that smirk to her.
Luna Smith:
So make sure you take a look around and take in the greatest memory of your life. Shame it’s going to end in a loss.
And that’s when Luna passes over the microphone and proudly raises up her Lockdown Championship belt to the crowd one last time.
A sternum pounding beat from the speakers and the choir sang through two before the bass rattled the entire arena. “The Devil Inside”, not Zac Brown Band, ushered in the Godless Heathen of the South. Surely, he would have his reasons for returning to his original theme, but what did this crowd care. All they saw was Heathen Jones step out from behind the curtain. Fire crackled to life on the stage at each side of him. Large billows of smoke rolled from under the stage.
He stood there in torn, dirty jeans and a “STAR KILLER” t-shirt, with his Red Wings firm at the top of the ramp. His beard partially covered the top of the solo golden star under the print. Shadowed under the brim of his straw orchard hat, his beady black eyes locked on the ring below. And, he forced them to wait, raising the mudjug in his right hand to spit a massive wad of tobacco. Around his left wrist once and down into the grip of his fist, the heavy links of a logging chain that trailed off behind the curtain.
Hickey marched out across the stage and passed him on her way. The shower of garbage immediately stopped and soon, the chain went taunt.
He remained steadfast.
She refused to backpedal, forcing him to advance. Tonight, she stayed the chain's length ahead of him, leading him to the ring.
At ringside, she complied with venom. Standing in her newspaper thin flip-flops, with her right hand on her hip, she swayed and bit the nail of her left index finger. She blatantly ignored him flopping up on the apron and rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. He crawled on his knees to the corner, unwrapping the chain. He wrapped it once around the post and restrained her with a lock from his pocket.
He seethed as he crossed the ring and demanded the microphone. Kicking away empty cups and trays, he returned to the center of the ring. The crowd booed and normally, it only thrilled him; as he raised the microphone to his gashed lips tonight, he seemed distracted.
Heathen Jones - Funny ain't it…
He paused. Alan Envy had blacked his left eye and he immediately went and fought AJ Morales in the Crown of the King Cobra Tournament. His face was swollen and it hurt.
Heathen Jones - Nah, see, duh-Heathen ain't reppin’ Mil...len...ni...um in…
The crowd mocked the demon, but you have to give Haley Savell credit for hiring a speech pathologist.
Heathen Jones - Yeah, yeah… duh-Heathen not in dat snake pit tourn´ment no more.
Even if it was only to have him enunciate the promotion's name correctly in his representation.
Heathen Jones - So dat's dat music gonna gets me out here now on. No Crown, no chance, ain't playin’ Savell's ways no more.
He lowered the microphone to pull the thumb of his left hand across his throat. Hell burned in his soulless eyes as he looked up the entrance.
Heathen Jones - Dis thing wit´ duh-Heathen an´ Lonestar ain't over. Ya may have bled, but not by meh hand. Dat lil’ gal over dare saved ya ass. Tonight, meh earned one though.
He had vulgar intentions, his tone and body language were leading, but he caught her glare out the corner of his eye and there was a change in his...
Heathen Jones - Listen here, Barbie; jus’ come on down here an´ hand meh dat belt.
He locked directly with the focus of the camera.
Heathen Jones - Meh ain't wantin’ tuh hurt ya tonight… … …
All the stars by Kendrick Lamar plays and that’s when two large golden stars appear on the titantron with Luna’s video titantron playing. She emerges from the back holding her Lockdown Championship on her shoulder but prompty raises it up to show it to everyone and almost ignoring Heathen with it. She puts it back on her shoulder before extending her arm out very slowly until it’s fully extended, a Millennium stage hand presents her with a microphone and then backs away from her. She keeps her frown, as he wasn’t her ideal opponent.
Luna Smith:
First of all, count your luck stars you’re standing where you are because if it was up to me, you’d be back at the dive bar bouncing. As for the whole, what did you even say? Hand me dat belt?
She promptly cringes at the word choice while walking a few steps forward on the ramp.
Luna Smith:
Nobody gets this title. I won this star-maker when I defeated Millennium’s greatest submissionist at her own game. So I’d watch your tongue or I’ll tap you out just like I did Steele.
And she glances at the young man in the front row who laughs at the idea Luna could do that.
Luna Smith:
You’ve only got me for 15 minutes, because I refuse to forfeit my championship but let me make this abundantly clear…
As she walks up the steel steps and into the ring through the ropes. She takes a moment to look Heathen over and offer nothing but an unimpressed and disgusted look.
Luna Smith:
This is your only shot against me, these are your only fifteen minutes you’ll ever spend in the same ring as The Star In The Night.
She flips her hair behind her with a smile, her nickname never got old and always brought that smirk to her.
Luna Smith:
So make sure you take a look around and take in the greatest memory of your life. Shame it’s going to end in a loss.
And that’s when Luna passes over the microphone and proudly raises up her Lockdown Championship belt to the crowd one last time.
Lockdown Championship
15 Minutes Of Stardom
Luna (c) VS Heathen Jones
Despite Luna’s claim that Heathen Jones was “not worthy” of this title shot, the Godless from the south proved her wrong here tonight, making it clear since the beginning that this was going to be as brutal as it gets for the Star Of The Night. The bell had yet to ring and Heathen had already charged at Luna and turned her inside out with a lariat, picking her up from the floor and throwing her in the corner, introducing her to the sole of his boot. Fully aware of the advantages the stipulation was granting her, Luna rolled out of the ring, hoping to buy herself some time just like she did with Selina at Imperium, but seeing Hickey standing in front of her freezed her on the spot. Heathen took the chance to silently sneak behind her back and blindsided her with a heavy blow to the kidneys. Luna dropped on her knees, screaming in pain but getting no mercy from Jones who picked her up and powerbombed her on the apron, before sliding her back in the ring and following up with a cover. After the kick out, Heathen remained in full control, stomping the hell out of the blonde. He tried to take her out with a brainbuster, but once again the champion lifted her shoulder. As we were quickly approaching the mid point of this match, Heathen started showing the first signs of frustration, and this lead him to make the first mistake of the match, allowing Luna to catch him with a jawbreaker. The star of the night wisely took some moments to recover after having been manhandled for the first part of this contest, and she was ready when Jones came back for her, easily predicting the right hook and avoiding his attack, waiting for him to turn around to and making him eat a superkick. The champion tried for a pinfall but Heathen kicked out with authority in one. The pace of the match sensibly picked up now, the champion, unlike her last showing, was actually trying to win the match instead than just surviving. The turning point was probably the running spanish fly that came this close to give Luna the victory, and, you have to believe, convinced her that she could shut up all her doubters not only retaining the title but doing it with a convincing win against the man that just beat Alan Envy. Stunned by one of her trademark Krav Maga throat strikes, Heathen had to lower his guard, leaving himself open to Luna’s lethal knee strikes she followed up with an overdrive neckbreaker. The particular combination she calls Upgrade didn’t gave her the desired effect at all. Not only her opponent kicked out, but he seemed to be extremely pissed off. Jones’ comeback came in the form of a series of stiff strikes and a spinning backfist. He then picked her up and lifted her with a delayed vertical suplex, staring at the chained girl outside the ring, waiting for her to beg him before eventually dropping Luna down. He still had the Lockdown champion upside down when “Swear It To The Sun” by Voodoo Johnson blasted through the Arena and Alan Envy came running down the ramp. But he wasn’t rushing to the ring, his target was Hickey. As soon as he realized it, Heathen dropped Luna down and yelled unspeakable words at the Lonestar. A fatal distraction, one Luna didn’t miss quickly rolling him up into a pin and getting the three count. WINNER: Luna BY: Pinfall (Schoolboy Pin), 10:20 |
As soon as the bell ring, Heathen notices that Alan broke the lock securing Hickey's chain and is trying to "free" the young girl. Furious, the Godless from the South rolls out of the ring, yelling uncomprehensible words, curses probably both at Envy and at Hickey, ordering the blondie to stay still. Not that she needed him to tell her, since fear completely froze her. Alan runs away, followed by Heathen at least until he disappears backstage. Then Jones, still cursing under his breath, walks back to Hickey, grabbing one end of the chain and dragging her backstage.
We return from break with a shot of the audience that has enjoyed this high quality show in Omaha, Nebraska. Though after a couple seconds of this shot, there is a notable gasp when the lights dim. And then a moment passes as the anticipation builds up and the beginning strums of ‘Psychosocial’ start to play and there is roar for the surprise but the roar quickly turns into boos considering the reputation of the man who is associated with the music. The boos die down as the song goes into it because the people could expect a tease for a few seconds.
And then Seth Iser powers through the curtain and appears on the stage.
The veteran grappler of 17 years is dressed in a black and white variation of his suit and his hair slicked back with even his beard trimmed a little and a Bad Omens pin representing his time in IYH on the suit. He’s even displaying his most recent conquest, the FGA Pride championship that he recently won at MSG, and it’s proudly around his waist and a scowl etched on his as he glances at the audience members with a look of disdain. He lumbers down as the negative reception does follow him but he’s not interacting with the crowd right now. As he pulls himself up to the apron he reaches into his suit to pull out a microphone in hand and then he enters the ring and signals for the music to be cut. He’s got something to say.
Seth Iser:
Do I have your attention now?
That one question with that low booming tone and a hint of malice in there provokes the audience to boo him but Seth just scowls ahead.
Seth Iser:
Then let’s start for the uninformed: My name is Seth Iser and I’ve been wrestling professionally for seventeen years. I’m a former NEW World Heavyweight champion, something I hold in common with Alan Envy.
There are loud cheers as soon as Iser mentions the name of Envy but there isn’t a change in expression from him one way or the other indicating what he could be feeling.
Seth Iser:
For more recent accomplishments I’m the only three time Proving Grounds champion down in IYH. And as you can see right now...I have just won myself the Pride Championship in Madison Square Garden by defeating Izzy. So unlike the people in this god forsaken stain who only know how to produce horrendous children of the corn, I know what success is…
This doesn’t win him friends as the people boo him further and a frown just seems to creep onto Seth’s face at the expected interruption.
Seth Iser:
Oh you’re booing me for the truth already? What a shame...not liking the truth already? Let’s speak the truth further. You want to know why I win these championships? It isn’t because I look to try to placate people by trying to do something cool or get on the highlight reel that wouldn’t be out of place in a damn circus. It’s because when the bell rings...I get in here and do my job. And that’s kick the other person’s ass until I’m the one with my hand raised doing what I can to ensure success for me, the winner’s part of the pay, and making sure my family is taken care of going forward because that’s what really matters.
He pauses here for a moment as he hears the grumblings from the crowd that might begin a chant of some sort so he continues speaking. The vein on his forehead is starting to show and that’s a cue that he’s getting agitated thinking about it.
Seth Iser:
It isn’t my job to entertain you while you try to hide from your own insecurities shouting obscenities at me because I do the things everyone in this arena wishes they could do. And I refuse to let you or anybody else in the back for that matter hijack wrestling away from that real principle because you sycophants have hijacked enough in this world. A comedian can’t make a damn joke because of you people and that ruins his living. A football player can’t even tackle anymore because you people want the flashy spectacle of offense. We can’t build roads worth a damn with all the road work we see because half the time when I drive up from Morgantown to the worst city in the world in Pittsburgh...I see orange cones and then people lazily doing nothing while blocking the damn roads. You even hijacked airports because the security guards suck and the turbulence on the planes are horrendous. And now you want to take wrestling away from what matters all because you have a stupid thought of entertainment and no REAL regard for who we are as wrestlers and the code of the sport. Won’t happen while I’m around...and you can’t deny my success either. You’re not taking wrestling away from the real wrestlers like you’ve taken everything else away!
And at this point the audience has fully decided that he sucks and begins an ‘Iser sucks’ chant that permeates through the arena and Iser just cuts in.
Seth Iser:
Are you finished or are you going to continue projecting your insecurities at me like a bunch of cowards?
The chant stops but the crowd boos loudly that he doesn’t get another word in for a few seconds but there is a sigh as he feels himself getting riled up by the presence of these fans.
Seth Iser:
Notice I said the words while I’m here...because unless you’re truly uninformed you know why I’m here. A match has been signed for this company...for me to go one on one with Shawn Fox.
The fans cheer loudly as soon as Fox’s name is said by Iser and even one fan holds out a sign that catches Iser’s attention and he mouths it out loud but not to the microphone. ‘Go Fox yourself’ and the mouthing accompanies a disgusted shake of the head.
Seth Iser:
Shawn...is the antithesis of me in terms of presentation. He makes a bunch of one liner jokes that you won’t even know how bad it hurts until you wake up one morning in a cold sweat pondering what exactly he means. I might take a while to get to my point but...it’s direct. Let’s say charitably speaking he’s probably the more desirable person in looks between the two of us...and he’s someone who does smile a lot more often than I do. He does have a good time and he likes interacting with people...and I don’t smile that often. I don’t like most people. I love my pre-ance, I love my daughter. But I’d rather keep to myself most of the time. Even when I’m associated with a group in the sport I just tend to prefer to be a loner because people in general suck. That’s how I’m wired. So you would think...that with all these differences that I’d hate someone like him right?
There’s a number of responses that are all said out loud by the crowd that seem to imply that Seth does.
Seth Iser:
...And that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t hate Shawn. I really don’t. I hate you wrestling fans for trying to hijack the sport. I hate Owen Gonsalves. I hate the ego trip it gives a certain individual with the Fujiko Friday hashtag bull. But I don’t hate Shawn.
There is a gasp from the shock of this from the crowd as Iser’s face lightens up slightly.
Seth Iser:
Hell...even if our first real interaction was me putting a fireball to his face to get my first Proving Grounds title reign, I’d actually argue I like him more than I like most people in the industry. But there is something...about this series that I do hate. Two things actually…
Iser holds up the two fingers as his face darkens completely and he’s completely ignoring the fans. He’s begun pacing around at this point thinking about these two things in particular.
Seth Iser:
I don’t hate Shawn Fox: I hate the idea that he’s better than me as a professional wrestler. And...worse of all for me...I hate that whenever we have locked horns more often than not...that idea right now...is a fact. Again...unlike most people in the industry, I’m going to tell the truth: My record against Shawn Fox is NOT to the standard that it should be considering my standards in this industry. And it bothers me that other than when I DID throw the fireball at his face to begin my first Proving Grounds title reign by pinning his shoulders to the mat...he beat me right back for it before I had the chance to go on my run on television. And then two out of three falls...the same type of match more or less that I won the championship I currently have around my waist...it wasn’t me who got the hand raised.
And there’s a slouch of the head as he’s stopped pacing and you hear him let out a sigh.
Seth Iser:
It was...Shawn Fox who won. And he went on to win the IYH title catapulting off of his momentum of beating me…and he held it for quite a while until Banshee, the leader of the Omens finally did relinquish the title off of him. But as far as I’m concerned...he was in that position...because he beat me.
An agonizing pause as Seth takes the championship belt off of his waist with his free hand to put it over his shoulder...and stretches the suit around his neck as he REALLY doesn’t like admitting this.
Seth Iser:
It needs to be different. This isn’t wrestling talk where some blowhard gets all jacked up and screams that they’re going to win...what I speak to you is the truth. When we get in the ring...Shawn Fox can give his perspective beforehand about me, our series and the Omens...I’m not one who puts words in someone’s mouth. But the fact of the matter is...when we get together...I need to win this one. I need it more than anything you can possibly imagine...and when the dust clears on that day a---
Suddenly, a man speaks. Smooth baritone and suave, but there’s a hint of near glee in the tones under his words.
...:
Well look at you Seth! Congratulations, Champ. I happened to catch the replay, and you've certainly been a busy man... A little more above board, I'm just saying. I mean really, I can’t front here not one iota, I’ll admit it.
A pause, as he knows that attention on all fronts camera and otherwise are switching to the screen over the stage and away from the ring. The smile on the handsome face is as expected, charming if showing a bit too many teeth, and he winks. Across the bottom of the screen scrolls SHAWN FOX and he winks and waves at the Millennium fans, many of whom react with cheers, especially the feminine contingent.
Shawn Fox:
Really though, I’m happy you won, I put a fiver on you.
Seth pauses in his track hearing the familiar tone and the voice from someone he knows far too well. Seth glances at the sight where he sees Shawn on the screen and you can see his face contort into a frown. He is shaking his head as he’s begun to pace around in the ring even mouthing the words ‘Damn it’ a couple of times and it dawns on Seth something important.
Seth Iser:
You knew I was going to be here tonight didn’t you so you were prepared?
He blinks momentarily before putting on more of a professional mask.
Seth Iser:
Though for the record, thank you for the congratulations considering most of the damn industry didn’t do so. But something tells me you didn’t get that little set up just to say that. So let’s cut the wrestler talk here for a moment, myself included. State what you need to say.
There’s a hint of sly to his smile though clearly Shawn is relaxing as he speaks, his hand up to his chest as if in protest before he drops it.
Shawn Fox:
Well I was never a Boy Scout but I do like the motto. You see, Seth. You’ve gotten me curious. I’ve been thinking, ever since I watched the replay where my friends did so well for themselves here, despite certain hmm. What’s that word I want?
He makes a grand show of thinking, snapping his fingers a few times before holding one up in a classic “ah ha” motion. By this point Seth has stopped pacing around and he’s just eyeballing Shawn.
Shawn Fox:
Negative ambiance. Bad vibes, Seth! Bad vibes, all around. Swear, even smelled that stinking perfume… but I digress. You’re right, Seth. I do have an ulterior motive. What could it be? I mean, you and I, we have some things that need addressing don’t we? I mean Seth, I’m just saying.
Seth just shakes his head and again the pacing begins knowing those last three words all too well.
Seth Iser:
And there it is...that line.
He spits that sentence out, knowing this movie all too well.
Seth Iser:
But we’re wrestlers, Shawn. Almost all of us have some sort of ulterior motive. That’s besides the point. We didn’t just come over to boost the morale of the tag teams we have ties with that day. You signed the same agreement I did. I might have my inklings for why you agreed to it so fast but I gave my own reasons. Why not give the public yours? Your perspective on things...for those not in the loop. I’m sure your adoring public would love to hear it.
Iser glances around and in a rarity there’s cheers after a statement from Iser but to be honest...they aren’t cheering him. They’re cheering the prospect of Shawn speaking more. Shawn’s smile actually warms a bit, his bright eyes seem to twinkle and he takes on an almost humble aspect -- that’s entirely ruined by the grin that follows shortly after.
Shawn Fox:
I think I’ve actually expressed this before, Seth. But frankly? You deserve better. Sure, people love to bring up that whole fireball thing but hey. We cleared that right away. There’s no malingering… say, isn’t that just a fu… freaking fantastic word right there? Malingering. Anyway, with you? I can expect you to always be you, which means that you’re going to try and straight up defeat me this time. You? Are a man that doesn’t have to prove shit to anyone but one person, Seth. I’m just saying.
Seth’s eyes narrow when the words ‘I’m just saying’ are spoken again and you can see him brush some of the hair from his face when he lowered his head. He’s not happy.
Seth Iser:
That person isn’t very happy, Shawn and we both know it. That person...he still has too much to prove in an ever evolving industry. And that person is standing right here.
Seth just points directly at himself after he says that.
Seth Iser:
Three to one in your favor. That’s what the score is right now. I’m just saying when you profess yourself the way I do the last several years of my career and someone has that record hanging over your head of course that would bother the hell out of me. Of course I’d have a chip on my shoulder and something to prove. I don’t have to lay it out for you but to bottom line it...I’m going to kick your ass when the bell rings. Again. Not wrestler talk. And I need to prove to that one person that I can beat you by kicking your ass all over this damn ring and I know I don’t have THAT many more opportunities left at my age to do that. Father time is the only undefeated thing in wrestling! And that person will finally feel a little bit of peace when THAT is taken care of.
Shawn’s smile grows again, almost beatific.
Shawn Fox:
There he is. There’s the Seth I was waiting for. So, you see what this is, right? I don’t go out of my way for losers, Seth. I don’t go out of my way for liars either. So you and I are going to have ourselves not just a wrestling match, but a real fight and frankly it’s about time. I was getting tired of knocking the brains out of no name fuckos for trying to intimidate my wife just because she’s a journalist. So here we are, and well. Be advised that I want this just as badly as you do and I literally could not give less of a care about what the score is. I want your challenge while you still have it to give.
For the first time this entire time Seth has a smile of his own. It’s far from beautiful.
Seth Iser:
We agree. I just want to get two things official. One...the day of our match. I vote for February Tenth. The event might yet to be named but that’s plenty of time and it’s a war more than worthy of San Antonio considering the history that city and the entire state really has had with their battles. That and...well I’m still a businessman. Even if I would be willing to fight you for free, if I get a payday on pay per view...that’s worth more for both of us.
Seth had pointed his index finger up in the air and the smile is gone. The number two goes up.
Seth Iser:
And second...there is probably far more things we want to say to one another but it’d be a waste in a way if you’re via satellite...and I’m in the ring. I don’t give a damn which fucko is going to throw a giant temper tantrum about it...we need to have a discussion face to face in the middle of the ring. You might use social media more and be more outgoing but you and I both know there are just some things that are far more powerful when you have nothing but a microphone, and a camera and nowhere to hide from it.
Shawn grins and he nods, showing his agreement even before he speaks.
Shawn Fox:
It’s an excellent thing, my appointment book is wide open and well, now we’ve got time and place. God Bless Texas, right? I have to say it, I’m excited. I also have to agree. We can back and forth like this all we like but it lacks that special spark of face to face. So we’ll get that arranged too, and considering the level of noise these fans are making? They’re looking forward to it as much as we are, no matter what obstacles might pop their heads up out of the sand.
Seth has a smirk creep up onto his face as he repositions the Pride title over his left shoulder.
Seth Iser:
Don’t tell Envy that Texas statement.
He suppresses a chuckle at his own bad joke.
Seth Iser:
Then I’ll see you in Texas for the match but before that...we’ll have our conversation in New Orleans. Just so...certain people can prepare for your appearance…
He spits that last line a little bitter based on his own understanding of those events. Shawn nods, his eyes narrowing because he and Seth are on the same page on this. He makes a bit of a salute and his image fades on the screen as the fans are abuzz at the things that have been revealed tonight thus far. The rest of the image fades from view as Seth starts to make his exit with his business concluded.
And then Seth Iser powers through the curtain and appears on the stage.
The veteran grappler of 17 years is dressed in a black and white variation of his suit and his hair slicked back with even his beard trimmed a little and a Bad Omens pin representing his time in IYH on the suit. He’s even displaying his most recent conquest, the FGA Pride championship that he recently won at MSG, and it’s proudly around his waist and a scowl etched on his as he glances at the audience members with a look of disdain. He lumbers down as the negative reception does follow him but he’s not interacting with the crowd right now. As he pulls himself up to the apron he reaches into his suit to pull out a microphone in hand and then he enters the ring and signals for the music to be cut. He’s got something to say.
Seth Iser:
Do I have your attention now?
That one question with that low booming tone and a hint of malice in there provokes the audience to boo him but Seth just scowls ahead.
Seth Iser:
Then let’s start for the uninformed: My name is Seth Iser and I’ve been wrestling professionally for seventeen years. I’m a former NEW World Heavyweight champion, something I hold in common with Alan Envy.
There are loud cheers as soon as Iser mentions the name of Envy but there isn’t a change in expression from him one way or the other indicating what he could be feeling.
Seth Iser:
For more recent accomplishments I’m the only three time Proving Grounds champion down in IYH. And as you can see right now...I have just won myself the Pride Championship in Madison Square Garden by defeating Izzy. So unlike the people in this god forsaken stain who only know how to produce horrendous children of the corn, I know what success is…
This doesn’t win him friends as the people boo him further and a frown just seems to creep onto Seth’s face at the expected interruption.
Seth Iser:
Oh you’re booing me for the truth already? What a shame...not liking the truth already? Let’s speak the truth further. You want to know why I win these championships? It isn’t because I look to try to placate people by trying to do something cool or get on the highlight reel that wouldn’t be out of place in a damn circus. It’s because when the bell rings...I get in here and do my job. And that’s kick the other person’s ass until I’m the one with my hand raised doing what I can to ensure success for me, the winner’s part of the pay, and making sure my family is taken care of going forward because that’s what really matters.
He pauses here for a moment as he hears the grumblings from the crowd that might begin a chant of some sort so he continues speaking. The vein on his forehead is starting to show and that’s a cue that he’s getting agitated thinking about it.
Seth Iser:
It isn’t my job to entertain you while you try to hide from your own insecurities shouting obscenities at me because I do the things everyone in this arena wishes they could do. And I refuse to let you or anybody else in the back for that matter hijack wrestling away from that real principle because you sycophants have hijacked enough in this world. A comedian can’t make a damn joke because of you people and that ruins his living. A football player can’t even tackle anymore because you people want the flashy spectacle of offense. We can’t build roads worth a damn with all the road work we see because half the time when I drive up from Morgantown to the worst city in the world in Pittsburgh...I see orange cones and then people lazily doing nothing while blocking the damn roads. You even hijacked airports because the security guards suck and the turbulence on the planes are horrendous. And now you want to take wrestling away from what matters all because you have a stupid thought of entertainment and no REAL regard for who we are as wrestlers and the code of the sport. Won’t happen while I’m around...and you can’t deny my success either. You’re not taking wrestling away from the real wrestlers like you’ve taken everything else away!
And at this point the audience has fully decided that he sucks and begins an ‘Iser sucks’ chant that permeates through the arena and Iser just cuts in.
Seth Iser:
Are you finished or are you going to continue projecting your insecurities at me like a bunch of cowards?
The chant stops but the crowd boos loudly that he doesn’t get another word in for a few seconds but there is a sigh as he feels himself getting riled up by the presence of these fans.
Seth Iser:
Notice I said the words while I’m here...because unless you’re truly uninformed you know why I’m here. A match has been signed for this company...for me to go one on one with Shawn Fox.
The fans cheer loudly as soon as Fox’s name is said by Iser and even one fan holds out a sign that catches Iser’s attention and he mouths it out loud but not to the microphone. ‘Go Fox yourself’ and the mouthing accompanies a disgusted shake of the head.
Seth Iser:
Shawn...is the antithesis of me in terms of presentation. He makes a bunch of one liner jokes that you won’t even know how bad it hurts until you wake up one morning in a cold sweat pondering what exactly he means. I might take a while to get to my point but...it’s direct. Let’s say charitably speaking he’s probably the more desirable person in looks between the two of us...and he’s someone who does smile a lot more often than I do. He does have a good time and he likes interacting with people...and I don’t smile that often. I don’t like most people. I love my pre-ance, I love my daughter. But I’d rather keep to myself most of the time. Even when I’m associated with a group in the sport I just tend to prefer to be a loner because people in general suck. That’s how I’m wired. So you would think...that with all these differences that I’d hate someone like him right?
There’s a number of responses that are all said out loud by the crowd that seem to imply that Seth does.
Seth Iser:
...And that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t hate Shawn. I really don’t. I hate you wrestling fans for trying to hijack the sport. I hate Owen Gonsalves. I hate the ego trip it gives a certain individual with the Fujiko Friday hashtag bull. But I don’t hate Shawn.
There is a gasp from the shock of this from the crowd as Iser’s face lightens up slightly.
Seth Iser:
Hell...even if our first real interaction was me putting a fireball to his face to get my first Proving Grounds title reign, I’d actually argue I like him more than I like most people in the industry. But there is something...about this series that I do hate. Two things actually…
Iser holds up the two fingers as his face darkens completely and he’s completely ignoring the fans. He’s begun pacing around at this point thinking about these two things in particular.
Seth Iser:
I don’t hate Shawn Fox: I hate the idea that he’s better than me as a professional wrestler. And...worse of all for me...I hate that whenever we have locked horns more often than not...that idea right now...is a fact. Again...unlike most people in the industry, I’m going to tell the truth: My record against Shawn Fox is NOT to the standard that it should be considering my standards in this industry. And it bothers me that other than when I DID throw the fireball at his face to begin my first Proving Grounds title reign by pinning his shoulders to the mat...he beat me right back for it before I had the chance to go on my run on television. And then two out of three falls...the same type of match more or less that I won the championship I currently have around my waist...it wasn’t me who got the hand raised.
And there’s a slouch of the head as he’s stopped pacing and you hear him let out a sigh.
Seth Iser:
It was...Shawn Fox who won. And he went on to win the IYH title catapulting off of his momentum of beating me…and he held it for quite a while until Banshee, the leader of the Omens finally did relinquish the title off of him. But as far as I’m concerned...he was in that position...because he beat me.
An agonizing pause as Seth takes the championship belt off of his waist with his free hand to put it over his shoulder...and stretches the suit around his neck as he REALLY doesn’t like admitting this.
Seth Iser:
It needs to be different. This isn’t wrestling talk where some blowhard gets all jacked up and screams that they’re going to win...what I speak to you is the truth. When we get in the ring...Shawn Fox can give his perspective beforehand about me, our series and the Omens...I’m not one who puts words in someone’s mouth. But the fact of the matter is...when we get together...I need to win this one. I need it more than anything you can possibly imagine...and when the dust clears on that day a---
Suddenly, a man speaks. Smooth baritone and suave, but there’s a hint of near glee in the tones under his words.
...:
Well look at you Seth! Congratulations, Champ. I happened to catch the replay, and you've certainly been a busy man... A little more above board, I'm just saying. I mean really, I can’t front here not one iota, I’ll admit it.
A pause, as he knows that attention on all fronts camera and otherwise are switching to the screen over the stage and away from the ring. The smile on the handsome face is as expected, charming if showing a bit too many teeth, and he winks. Across the bottom of the screen scrolls SHAWN FOX and he winks and waves at the Millennium fans, many of whom react with cheers, especially the feminine contingent.
Shawn Fox:
Really though, I’m happy you won, I put a fiver on you.
Seth pauses in his track hearing the familiar tone and the voice from someone he knows far too well. Seth glances at the sight where he sees Shawn on the screen and you can see his face contort into a frown. He is shaking his head as he’s begun to pace around in the ring even mouthing the words ‘Damn it’ a couple of times and it dawns on Seth something important.
Seth Iser:
You knew I was going to be here tonight didn’t you so you were prepared?
He blinks momentarily before putting on more of a professional mask.
Seth Iser:
Though for the record, thank you for the congratulations considering most of the damn industry didn’t do so. But something tells me you didn’t get that little set up just to say that. So let’s cut the wrestler talk here for a moment, myself included. State what you need to say.
There’s a hint of sly to his smile though clearly Shawn is relaxing as he speaks, his hand up to his chest as if in protest before he drops it.
Shawn Fox:
Well I was never a Boy Scout but I do like the motto. You see, Seth. You’ve gotten me curious. I’ve been thinking, ever since I watched the replay where my friends did so well for themselves here, despite certain hmm. What’s that word I want?
He makes a grand show of thinking, snapping his fingers a few times before holding one up in a classic “ah ha” motion. By this point Seth has stopped pacing around and he’s just eyeballing Shawn.
Shawn Fox:
Negative ambiance. Bad vibes, Seth! Bad vibes, all around. Swear, even smelled that stinking perfume… but I digress. You’re right, Seth. I do have an ulterior motive. What could it be? I mean, you and I, we have some things that need addressing don’t we? I mean Seth, I’m just saying.
Seth just shakes his head and again the pacing begins knowing those last three words all too well.
Seth Iser:
And there it is...that line.
He spits that sentence out, knowing this movie all too well.
Seth Iser:
But we’re wrestlers, Shawn. Almost all of us have some sort of ulterior motive. That’s besides the point. We didn’t just come over to boost the morale of the tag teams we have ties with that day. You signed the same agreement I did. I might have my inklings for why you agreed to it so fast but I gave my own reasons. Why not give the public yours? Your perspective on things...for those not in the loop. I’m sure your adoring public would love to hear it.
Iser glances around and in a rarity there’s cheers after a statement from Iser but to be honest...they aren’t cheering him. They’re cheering the prospect of Shawn speaking more. Shawn’s smile actually warms a bit, his bright eyes seem to twinkle and he takes on an almost humble aspect -- that’s entirely ruined by the grin that follows shortly after.
Shawn Fox:
I think I’ve actually expressed this before, Seth. But frankly? You deserve better. Sure, people love to bring up that whole fireball thing but hey. We cleared that right away. There’s no malingering… say, isn’t that just a fu… freaking fantastic word right there? Malingering. Anyway, with you? I can expect you to always be you, which means that you’re going to try and straight up defeat me this time. You? Are a man that doesn’t have to prove shit to anyone but one person, Seth. I’m just saying.
Seth’s eyes narrow when the words ‘I’m just saying’ are spoken again and you can see him brush some of the hair from his face when he lowered his head. He’s not happy.
Seth Iser:
That person isn’t very happy, Shawn and we both know it. That person...he still has too much to prove in an ever evolving industry. And that person is standing right here.
Seth just points directly at himself after he says that.
Seth Iser:
Three to one in your favor. That’s what the score is right now. I’m just saying when you profess yourself the way I do the last several years of my career and someone has that record hanging over your head of course that would bother the hell out of me. Of course I’d have a chip on my shoulder and something to prove. I don’t have to lay it out for you but to bottom line it...I’m going to kick your ass when the bell rings. Again. Not wrestler talk. And I need to prove to that one person that I can beat you by kicking your ass all over this damn ring and I know I don’t have THAT many more opportunities left at my age to do that. Father time is the only undefeated thing in wrestling! And that person will finally feel a little bit of peace when THAT is taken care of.
Shawn’s smile grows again, almost beatific.
Shawn Fox:
There he is. There’s the Seth I was waiting for. So, you see what this is, right? I don’t go out of my way for losers, Seth. I don’t go out of my way for liars either. So you and I are going to have ourselves not just a wrestling match, but a real fight and frankly it’s about time. I was getting tired of knocking the brains out of no name fuckos for trying to intimidate my wife just because she’s a journalist. So here we are, and well. Be advised that I want this just as badly as you do and I literally could not give less of a care about what the score is. I want your challenge while you still have it to give.
For the first time this entire time Seth has a smile of his own. It’s far from beautiful.
Seth Iser:
We agree. I just want to get two things official. One...the day of our match. I vote for February Tenth. The event might yet to be named but that’s plenty of time and it’s a war more than worthy of San Antonio considering the history that city and the entire state really has had with their battles. That and...well I’m still a businessman. Even if I would be willing to fight you for free, if I get a payday on pay per view...that’s worth more for both of us.
Seth had pointed his index finger up in the air and the smile is gone. The number two goes up.
Seth Iser:
And second...there is probably far more things we want to say to one another but it’d be a waste in a way if you’re via satellite...and I’m in the ring. I don’t give a damn which fucko is going to throw a giant temper tantrum about it...we need to have a discussion face to face in the middle of the ring. You might use social media more and be more outgoing but you and I both know there are just some things that are far more powerful when you have nothing but a microphone, and a camera and nowhere to hide from it.
Shawn grins and he nods, showing his agreement even before he speaks.
Shawn Fox:
It’s an excellent thing, my appointment book is wide open and well, now we’ve got time and place. God Bless Texas, right? I have to say it, I’m excited. I also have to agree. We can back and forth like this all we like but it lacks that special spark of face to face. So we’ll get that arranged too, and considering the level of noise these fans are making? They’re looking forward to it as much as we are, no matter what obstacles might pop their heads up out of the sand.
Seth has a smirk creep up onto his face as he repositions the Pride title over his left shoulder.
Seth Iser:
Don’t tell Envy that Texas statement.
He suppresses a chuckle at his own bad joke.
Seth Iser:
Then I’ll see you in Texas for the match but before that...we’ll have our conversation in New Orleans. Just so...certain people can prepare for your appearance…
He spits that last line a little bitter based on his own understanding of those events. Shawn nods, his eyes narrowing because he and Seth are on the same page on this. He makes a bit of a salute and his image fades on the screen as the fans are abuzz at the things that have been revealed tonight thus far. The rest of the image fades from view as Seth starts to make his exit with his business concluded.
Singles Match
SERO VS Britty KaneAnd it was finally time for the main event. Britty looked a bit lost walking to the ring without the Cloud Gate Championship around her waist for the first time in months. The fans welcomed her with a loud round of cheers, showing their respect for the former champion especially after hearing her words earlier tonight. Waiting for her inside the ring was the leader of the Happy Few, the Youngbloods Iron Rougarou Champion SERO who just a week ago decimated her brother Christopher Kane at Imperium. And, rest assured, the Panther King had a very similar treatment in store for the youngest daughter of the late brad Kane, as he showed going all out since the first moments with his hard hitting style. Britty, a proficient striker herself, didn’t shy away from the fight, answering shot for shot to SERO’s strikes, at least for a while. Eventually the King’s Road style prevailed and PANTERA forced the opponent back in the corner, adding a few chops for good measure before whipping her across the ring with all his strength. The impact against the corner was brutal, Britty found herself stuck in the corner with her opponent slowly but inexorably approaching her. She lifted her boot, connecting it to Sero’s face who barely felt the kick. Britty repeated the same move a second time with a slightly different result. The third time, she raised both her legs, placing them on his chest and stomping him on the mat. After the rough start, Kane had definitely turned things in her favor by now. The 20 years old seemed determined to immediately bounce back after losing her title and, perhaps, to prove that she’s as good as her older brother, if not better. Putting down SERO wasn’t an easy feat, but she almost managed to do so after a second rope moonsault to follow up a corner dropkick. The Leader Of The Few kicked out in two, and Britty quickly picked him up and applied an abdominal stretch, trying to wearing the japanese down, easily transitioning from that position to an pumphandle suplex. SERO was able to slip away, landing behind her back and hit her with an quick elbow and a superkick to the back of the head. Britt fell forward, bouncing against the ropes right into a german suplex. Suddenly the momentum was once again on SERO’s side. Just like one week ago, the Panther King was looking to make a statement more than getting a victory, relentlessly attacking the former Cloud Gate Champion, lifting her over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position and dropped her into a discus punch. The Tekken Tachikaze seemed to have taken out Britt, but it wasn’t enough for SERO, who picked her up and tossed her on the corner, sitting her on the top rope and going for a Top Rope Tiger Driver (Hakka no Tagame). He then waited for Kane to pull herself up with the help of the ropes, ready to take her out the same way he took out her brother seven days ago. But he never had the chance. Jumping over the barricade after making his way through the crowd, Christopher Kane slid inside the ring and clubbed SERO to the back of the head with a devastating forearm. The referee had no chance but to call the disqualification. WINNER: SERO BY: DQ, 11:06 |
Chris didn't stop there. He keeps hammering SERO who's not going down without a fight, despite the fatigue of the match he just went through and the blindside attack. Security rushes down the ramp and quickly slides inside the ring to separate the two fighters. A vain effort.
Neither Chris nor SERO are ready to let this go, breaking free from the men trying to hold them and meeting once again in the middle of the ring, trading more blows in an absolute slugfest that involved some of the staff members who are falling under the fury of the two rivals.
Finally the security manages to drag SERO outside the ring, putting an end to the brawl. Or not? Chris slips away from his guardians and launches himself on the japanese wrestler with a suicide dive, taking out him and two poor guys. One of them is sent rolling over the announcers table, forcing Bea and Jared to a sudden retreat. A second team of security is sent down the ramp. They are not Millennium employees, the uniform leaves no doubt, and nor does the presence of Ryen Riekert. It's Grace van Beek's personal security and they position themselves between the two competitors. Grace isn't there, but she can be seen watching the events from the VIP Lounge. On a close up of the undecipherable look on her face, the show fades to black.