Post by gvb on Feb 6, 2019 22:34:13 GMT -6
MILLENNIUM XXVIII: Southern Hospitality
Live from Smoothie King Center in New Orleans, LA
Wednesday, February 6th, 2019
The atmosphere is electric inside the Smoothie King Center tonight. It's Millennium's go home show, the last stop before the two nights event "Deep In The Heart" that will be hosted inside the historical AT&T Center in San Antonio. The fans are already buzzing in anticipation when Godsmack's "When Legends Rise" blasts out of the PA system. Colorful pyros explode on the entrance stage, and the Millennium Logo on the giant tron fades to show a clip with footage of all the Millennium superstars. The camera then pans all over the sold out crowd, stopping to show some handmade signs the fans brought in.
"Fear The Wang" "Fuck you Hawk" "#5foot2belts" "Best Boy KK" "#TheStreak 9-0" "Knox me up!" "Jetpack 4 Eva" "Duke Nuke'em" "We want Thotness" "Megan Rydell can have my babies"
Sitting at the commentary desk, as always, are Bea Torres and Jared Idol
Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Millennium XXVIII, coming to you live from the Smoothie King Center in NOLA.
Bea Torres:
YAAAAAYYYYYYY SMOOTHIES!
Jared Idol:
Aye. Bea, this is such an important night, can you feel it?
Bea Torres:
Ten days Jared. Ten days to the next historical PPV, the first ever two nights event in the MWE history!
Jared Idol:
It testifies how much this company grew in the last few months. And if anyone needed any further proof, let me just talk to you about one of the matches we will surely see on that weekend. Seth Iser versus Shawn Fox.
Bea Torres:
OH MY GOD YES! That's going to be awesome! And they will officially sign the contract here tonight! What are the odds that someone got put through the table?
Jared Idol:
That's how these things usually go... We'll see if that's going to happen tonight as well. But if you want to see someone going through so desperately, I'm sure that Selina Metzger and Knox will be more than happy to oblige.
Bea Torres:
I love Selina, but challenging that psycho in a hardcore match so close to her title shot? That doesn't sound smart to me...
Jared Idol:
Maybe not, but it shows the heart of the German Amazon, who doesn't back down from a fight.
Bea Torres:
And that main event? Do you want to talk about the main event? Six person mayhem for a shot at Nessa Wall and her MWE title!
Jared Idol:
Two of Riot's best, Cole Gregory and Dean Smith. The Uncanny Socialites, Christopher and Britt Kane.
Bea Torres:
Brittany April.
Jared Idol:
Who?
Bea Torres:
Britty. She wants to be announced as Brittany April now.
Jared Idol:
And why nobody told me?
Bea Torres:
I JUST DID!!!
Jared Idol:
You know what? Nevermind... Let's kick off this show, we have two highly anticipated debuts tonight, the American Monster Hammerstein and Bethany Driver.
Bea Torres:
I heard a lot about them, let's see how they do in their first matches in Millennium!
Singles Match
Sally Thotness VS HammersteinSally Thotness stood in her corner, talking to the referee, waiting for her opponent to make his way to the ring. “Crazy Horse” by Black Label Society began to play as Hammerstein sprinted to the ring. The American Monster slid under the bottom rope and crushed Sally in the corner with a Running Avalanche Splash. Sally staggered out of the corner, but before she could fall, Hammerstein grabbed her by the wrist and whipped her north to south against the ropes. Hammerstein ran east to west and plowed into her with The POUNCE, which sent her flying into the corner before flopping to the mat. Hammerstein took a moment to smile and drink in the boos of the New Orleans crowd before stomping over to Thotness. He pulled Sally off the mat, picked her up in a Vertical Suplex position, then brought her down between his thighs, spiking her on her head with The Hammersteiner. The American Monster put the palm of his hand on Sally's forehead and pinned her while doing push-ups beside her. WINNER: Hammerstein BY: Pinfall (Hammersteiner), 1:29 |
Jared Idol: "Welp, this was quick."
As “Crazy Horse” begins to play, Hammerstein rises to his knees next to Sally's unconscious body, a wicked grin on his face. He reaches back into his boot and pulls out a fork. The crowd reacted in disgust as “The American Monster” stares fondly at the utensil. As he reached to grab Thotness, the referee puts himself between the two. Officials pull Sally out of the ring as Hammerstein chases the referee from the ring. The man some call “Crazy Horse” walks over to the corner, demanding a microphone from the ring announcer.
Hammerstein:
Cut my goddamn music!
Cut my goddamn music!
He walks over and leans against the top rope, a smirk on his face. He looks out at the ringside crowd.
Hammerstein:
What's up, Big Easy? And no, I'm not talkin bout you in the second row, Blondie, but I'm sure the name applies.
What's up, Big Easy? And no, I'm not talkin bout you in the second row, Blondie, but I'm sure the name applies.
The blonde fan's boyfriend stands up, shouting and shaking his fist at The American Monster. Hammerstein just shakes his head and chuckles.
Hammerstein:
Sit down and shut up, Boudreaux, before I come out there and knock that last tooth of yours down your throat.
Sit down and shut up, Boudreaux, before I come out there and knock that last tooth of yours down your throat.
Hammerstein turns and walks to the center of the ring.
Hammerstein:
Listen up, Smoothie King Center, and by the looks of a lot of you, you guys are spendin way too much time at the Smoothie King.
Listen up, Smoothie King Center, and by the looks of a lot of you, you guys are spendin way too much time at the Smoothie King.
The crowd boos Hammerstein, but he is undeterred.
Hammerstein:
For those of you who may not know me, got to the Millennium site and look up my profile. Go ahead, I'll wait.
For those of you who may not know me, got to the Millennium site and look up my profile. Go ahead, I'll wait.
Look at my resume.
Four World Titles on three continents. I win championships everywhere I wrestle. My matches are the MAIN EVENT everywhere I go. Promotions all over the world are bangin on my door, beggin me to sign my name on their contract. But I see Millenium. I see what’s goin on here, and I says to myself, “Hammer, this is where you need to hang your hat for awhile.”
So when the higher ups at Millenium came to me and offered me a contract, I jumped at it. I couldn’t wait for my first match.
And it’s here….in New Orleans….NOT in the Main Event...in the opener...against that worthless sack of shit that they just had to carry out.
The Smoothie King Center crowd's boos grow louder.
Hammerstein:
Yeah, I feel the same way about you all. You guys are real good judges of character, aren't you? A bunch of multi-generational welfare recipients, just lookin for a handout, living in a city that should've been leveled and filled in 2005. I mean you guys have honestly earned your reputation as one of the least educated cities in this country. Who would be dumb enough to build a city below sea level? Even more, who would be mentally deficient enough to STILL LIVE in a city below sea level?
Yeah, I feel the same way about you all. You guys are real good judges of character, aren't you? A bunch of multi-generational welfare recipients, just lookin for a handout, living in a city that should've been leveled and filled in 2005. I mean you guys have honestly earned your reputation as one of the least educated cities in this country. Who would be dumb enough to build a city below sea level? Even more, who would be mentally deficient enough to STILL LIVE in a city below sea level?
Hammerstein walks around the ring, then steps back to the center.
Hammerstein:
Lookin out there, at all of you, I think I've got my answer.
Lookin out there, at all of you, I think I've got my answer.
And I think some of you may have found your way into Millennium management, considerin the idiocy of bookin me below a sixty year old has been like Paddy Costigan and a twenty-eight year old never was like Bethany Driver. Hell, most of your fuckin roster should be openin for me….
The crowd lets Hammerstein have it over his arrogant remarks, but he's not finished yet.
Hammerstein:
….because Millennium is full of stars like Robbie “MF” Bourbon, Nessa Wall, and even my old buddy, Al Envy.
….because Millennium is full of stars like Robbie “MF” Bourbon, Nessa Wall, and even my old buddy, Al Envy.
Hammerstein cocks his head sideways, grins creepily, and waves at the camera.
Hammerstein:
HIYA, AL! MISS ME?
HIYA, AL! MISS ME?
The crowd reacts positively to Envy's mention. Hammerstein's grin disappears, replaced by the sneer he'd been wearing most of the time.
Hammerstein:
Yeah, this company's full of stars. But the difference between them and me? They're all stars….I'm a goddamn SUPERSTAR!
Yeah, this company's full of stars. But the difference between them and me? They're all stars….I'm a goddamn SUPERSTAR!
The American Monster tosses the microphone out of the ring, then exits under the bottom rope.
Out of nowhere, raucous jazz music starts blaring through the Smoothie King Center.
Jared Idol:
What's this?
Bea Torres:
Sounds like Mardi Gras on Bourbon Street!
Jared Idol:
Wait, did you say Bourbon?
Bea Torres:
Yeah, why?
Jared Idol:
I have a funny feeling...
As the jazz blares, a band marches out playing with all the heart and might of their souls, and the crowd is eating it up. Behind them comes Robbie "MF" Bourbon, and he's wearing a harness of some sort. He's towing a parade float, on which several men and women in festival garb are seen throwing beads out to the crowd!
Bea Torres:
Robbie Bourbon has brought Mardi Gras to the Smoothie King Center!
Jared Idol:
Does he have a permit for that?
The crowd, already in a tizzy, goes even crazier as one of the men on the float removes his mask, revealing none other than Drew Brees!
Bea Torres:
That's Drew Brees! Quarterback of the New Orleans Saints!
Jared Idol:
Looks like this is the party he would have thrown if he didn't get screwed over in the playoffs!
Another man on the float takes off a mask, revealing themselves to be New Orleans' own Lil Wayne! Next to him a woman takes off her mask, and it's New Orleans' own Reese Witherspoon! Another woman removes a mask, revealing Cate Blanchett!
Bea Torres:
Wow, what a party! Everybody is out tonight with Robbie Bourbon for Mardi Gras!
Brees, Wayne, Blanchett and Witherspoon all continue to lob beads out into the crowd as Robbie removes the harness, leaving the parade float ringside! Robbie walks into the ring and grabs a microphone as the band stops. The crowd is going crazy!
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
N'awlins, how do you do! Keeping it hot in the Big Easy?
The crowd cheers.
Jared Idol:
Cheap.
Bea Torres:
Robbie knows how to work a crowd!
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Y'know, last week, I ain't going to lie. I was humbled. I lost. I won't say fair, I won't say square, and some day I'ma get my get back, and that get back is gonna hurt someone else a whole lot more than it hurts me! But, tonight, it's Millennium, it's Wednesday night, I don't have an opponent, so what say we have some fun tonight?
The sounds of whistles blowing permeate as a pair of men, looking like NFL referees, enter the ring, waving their hands and nodding their head 'no'. The crowd turns sour and begins to boo. Loudly. Robbie puts his hands up and looks quizzically at the NFL referees. Drew Brees rolls his eyes.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Wait, are you two saying we aren't going to party for Mardi Gras here in New Orleans?
The referees nod in assent as the crowd boos. Robbie looks past both of them.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Yo, Drew, Wayne, Reese, Cate, you guys mind stepping off that there float right quick?
They depart the float as the referees mug towards the crowd. Robbie punts one in the gut! Robbie punts the other in the gut!
Jared Idol:
That's unnecessary roughness!
Robbie places the microphone on the mat and hoists one of the referees up, and drops him with a vicious Jackknife RobbieBomb! The crowd is ecstatic! Robbie turns to the other one, the points to the float! He hoists the second referee up...
Bea Torres:
Looks like Robbie's going for some pass interference here!
Robbie charges, and hurls the second referee, RobbieBombing him through the parade float! The crowd is going insane! Robbie turns and picks up his microphone.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Looks like it's going to take some proper voodoo to raise 'dem boys back up!
Drew Brees, Lil Wayne, Reese Witherspoon, and Cate Blanchett enter the ring. They all start gesturing for Robbie to take his mask off now!
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Y'all want me to take this off?
The crowd goes crazy. Robbie hooks a thumb underneath his mask, looks around, then pulls it back out.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Nah, I'm too ugly! Why do you think I wear this? Who cares what I look like, let's party!
The band strikes back up as Robbie dances in the ring with the assembled celebrities who came down with him.
As the celebration continues, the sound of the jazz band is quickly overshadowed by the droning, ear splitting sound of what can only be described as someone’s dial up modem connecting to the internet.
The noise reaches its screeching conclusion and fades into an outdated, melodic song by the long since forgotten Skeeter Davis.
Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
'Cause you don't love me anymore
Upon the screen a clip from Doctor Strangelove of Major T. J. Kong infamously riding the bomb down to explosion plays before it transitions to simulated VHS static. The iconic glitched skull flickers before the video vanishes completely with a now present Knox upon the stage, accompanied, per usual, by his translator, Tyler.
Tyler holds the microphone up to address, Bourbon and his ensemble of celebrities.
Tyler Bennett:
Mister Bourbon, we seem to have missed our invitation to your little fais-do-do. While I’m not particularly insulted--my brother--
Tyler points to Knox who towers over his petite, blonde sister.
Tyler Bennett:
--he takes offense very easily to such things.
Brees, Wayne, Witherspoon, Blanchett, and the band all disperse leaving Robbie alone in the ring. Robbie looks up at the stage and picks up his microphone again.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Well I reckon being offended is his privilege, young miss, but I didn't come down here because I felt like ruffling his feathers. I came down here tonight for one reason, and that's the people!
The crowd cheers.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
That even includes both of you! There is always room at my table. Come! Let's feast and have fun! No reason to just gloom about and be all moody, it's Mardi Gras season! You and your brother!
Tyler looks to her brother, though, as expected, Knox is without emotion. Tyler smirks and turns back to address Bourbon.
Tyler Bennett:
I’m afraid what Knox wishes to feast upon is not at your table.
She glances around the arena, her smirk only widening before she continues.
Tyler Bennett:
As a matter of fact, I don’t think there’s anything in this godforsaken city we would eat. The cuisine is grossly overrated.
A negative reaction flows from the rafters to the floor in response to Tyler’s jab. Knox leans over and whispers something to his sister. She looks confused.
Tyler Bennett:
You’re sure?
Knox nods. Tyler shrugs and hands him the microphone. A hush falls across the arena.
Knox:
Quite the display, Rob--may I call you Rob?
He doesn’t wait for a response.
Knox:
--the type of over the top, dramatics I, myself, enjoy--in case that wasn’t quite clear.
Robbie smiles.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
You can call me whatever you want, just don't call me late for dinner.
Robbie's convivial tone elicits a laugh from the crowd, albeit slight for a line as old as dirt.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
And, yeah, strong work to the Millennium production staff for coordinating your whole postmodern thing, but I don't think the people here or watching around the world are really all that interested in aesthetics. Substance, mon frere, is always worth more than style. If'n you're finished being dramatic, we were having fun. That said, pencil, do you have a point or are you just gonna be dull?
Robbie shrugs and smiles back up the ramp, like a human Rottweiler waiting for a treat.
Knox glares down at him, unamused by his comment.
Knox:
If you think Millennium had anything to do with that than you’re as big of a fool as the masses that fill these seats. I can see that my brilliance--per usual--is lost upon the audience for which it was intended. Where you see aesthetic and dramatics--there is a message for you--for this godforsaken city--and for Millennium.
The crowd continues to rain jeers down upon the siblings.
Knox:
Before I even arrived in Millennium--I had them bent to my will. Before I even stepped foot in the door--I was already inside of this company--dismantling it slowly. Perhaps I do bore you, Rob. Mine is a language you could never decipher.
Robbie crooks an eyebrow as his lip curls in feigned confusion.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Well if this ain't the audience you're looking for, stud, maybe you should find some other place.
Robbie's eyes narrow as his snarl broadens.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
I know I'm here for ALL these people even if I'm just some fresh face. I'm from past the stars and beyond the moon, I came hurtling through space. I'm leaving impact craters, boy, I tip the Richter scale. Ain't no subtlety about my soul, I howl with a fearsome gale. You say you're here to infect my new stomping grounds with some fatal injection? Listen here, you aught to know I offer some objection. I'm not some jigsaw puzzle, son, no need to make a connection, don't need a scheme or some deviance to change my world's complexion. And that, sir, is the truth, sir, the whole truth, sir, and nothing but the truth, sir, that is my testimony. Realer than the realest, you're just smoke and mirrors; phoney. It's baloney! Now begging pardon if all this sounds like some conjured sanctimony, I'm the people's mutt come from the dirt, you just come with acrimony. You want to show us all what you're all about like you're just Mr. Thing?
Robbie sticks his right hand out and his face goes deadpan.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Come step into my office, son, it's called a wrestling ring. Just fair warning, once you do, you're just a part of my food chain, because my name is Robbie. Motherfucking. Bourbon. And you'll remember that name. It's the one that gave you a permanent limp…
Robbie, still holding the mic in his left hand, points at Tyler with his right.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
...and no one speaks for me.
Robbie drops the mic with a loud thud as the Smoothie King Center is in an absolute frenzy. Knox charges the ring! Knox slides in under the rope and is on his feet at lightning speed! Robbie throws a huge haymaker, Knox ducks! Knox shoots off the opposite ropes and comes back with a leaping side kick to Robbie's jaw! Robbie reels back into a turnbuckle! Knox rushes in with a high knee to the side of Robbie's head! Knox with a standing side kick to Robbie's midsection! Another kick! Robbie catches it, and grabs Knox by the throat! Robbie goes for Earth's Mightiest Chokeslam! As Knox is in the air, Tyler cracks Robbie across the back of his head with the ring bell! Robbie drops Knox, who scrambles to the outside! Tyler drops the ring bell as Robbie holds his head while on a knee! As Tyler and Knox head back up the ramp to the stage, Robbie glares at them and points, hollering at them! The crowd is going absolutely insane, booing at Knox who is taunting Robbie! Robbie stands and leans on the ring ropes beckoning for him to come back!
Bea Torres:
Robbie Bourbon might be new around here, but he's not one for dull moments!
Jared Idol:
Same can be said for Knox!
Officials storm the ring and start to back Robbie down. As they do, Knox is rushing back into the ring! Robbie pushes the officials out of the way, but the hit from the ring bell earlier makes him stumble and fall to a knee! Knox nails #000000 Out on Bourbon! The crowd starts to jeer so loudly the camera is shaking! The officials confront Knox, who raises his hands and passively steps out of the ring, his face deadpan and collected. As he starts to walk back up the ramp with the escort of Millennium officials, Robbie drags himself to the ropes, and helps himself to his feet! He picks up the mic.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Is…
Robbie wipes away at a trickle of blood coming from his nose.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Is that the best you got? I'm still breathing, asshole. That's where you fucked up!
The crowd is riotous! Knox glares back into the ring at Robbie, and Robbie just glares right back.
Jared Idol:
What's this?
Bea Torres:
Sounds like Mardi Gras on Bourbon Street!
Jared Idol:
Wait, did you say Bourbon?
Bea Torres:
Yeah, why?
Jared Idol:
I have a funny feeling...
As the jazz blares, a band marches out playing with all the heart and might of their souls, and the crowd is eating it up. Behind them comes Robbie "MF" Bourbon, and he's wearing a harness of some sort. He's towing a parade float, on which several men and women in festival garb are seen throwing beads out to the crowd!
Bea Torres:
Robbie Bourbon has brought Mardi Gras to the Smoothie King Center!
Jared Idol:
Does he have a permit for that?
The crowd, already in a tizzy, goes even crazier as one of the men on the float removes his mask, revealing none other than Drew Brees!
Bea Torres:
That's Drew Brees! Quarterback of the New Orleans Saints!
Jared Idol:
Looks like this is the party he would have thrown if he didn't get screwed over in the playoffs!
Another man on the float takes off a mask, revealing themselves to be New Orleans' own Lil Wayne! Next to him a woman takes off her mask, and it's New Orleans' own Reese Witherspoon! Another woman removes a mask, revealing Cate Blanchett!
Bea Torres:
Wow, what a party! Everybody is out tonight with Robbie Bourbon for Mardi Gras!
Brees, Wayne, Blanchett and Witherspoon all continue to lob beads out into the crowd as Robbie removes the harness, leaving the parade float ringside! Robbie walks into the ring and grabs a microphone as the band stops. The crowd is going crazy!
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
N'awlins, how do you do! Keeping it hot in the Big Easy?
The crowd cheers.
Jared Idol:
Cheap.
Bea Torres:
Robbie knows how to work a crowd!
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Y'know, last week, I ain't going to lie. I was humbled. I lost. I won't say fair, I won't say square, and some day I'ma get my get back, and that get back is gonna hurt someone else a whole lot more than it hurts me! But, tonight, it's Millennium, it's Wednesday night, I don't have an opponent, so what say we have some fun tonight?
The sounds of whistles blowing permeate as a pair of men, looking like NFL referees, enter the ring, waving their hands and nodding their head 'no'. The crowd turns sour and begins to boo. Loudly. Robbie puts his hands up and looks quizzically at the NFL referees. Drew Brees rolls his eyes.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Wait, are you two saying we aren't going to party for Mardi Gras here in New Orleans?
The referees nod in assent as the crowd boos. Robbie looks past both of them.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Yo, Drew, Wayne, Reese, Cate, you guys mind stepping off that there float right quick?
They depart the float as the referees mug towards the crowd. Robbie punts one in the gut! Robbie punts the other in the gut!
Jared Idol:
That's unnecessary roughness!
Robbie places the microphone on the mat and hoists one of the referees up, and drops him with a vicious Jackknife RobbieBomb! The crowd is ecstatic! Robbie turns to the other one, the points to the float! He hoists the second referee up...
Bea Torres:
Looks like Robbie's going for some pass interference here!
Robbie charges, and hurls the second referee, RobbieBombing him through the parade float! The crowd is going insane! Robbie turns and picks up his microphone.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Looks like it's going to take some proper voodoo to raise 'dem boys back up!
Drew Brees, Lil Wayne, Reese Witherspoon, and Cate Blanchett enter the ring. They all start gesturing for Robbie to take his mask off now!
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Y'all want me to take this off?
The crowd goes crazy. Robbie hooks a thumb underneath his mask, looks around, then pulls it back out.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Nah, I'm too ugly! Why do you think I wear this? Who cares what I look like, let's party!
The band strikes back up as Robbie dances in the ring with the assembled celebrities who came down with him.
As the celebration continues, the sound of the jazz band is quickly overshadowed by the droning, ear splitting sound of what can only be described as someone’s dial up modem connecting to the internet.
The noise reaches its screeching conclusion and fades into an outdated, melodic song by the long since forgotten Skeeter Davis.
Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
'Cause you don't love me anymore
Upon the screen a clip from Doctor Strangelove of Major T. J. Kong infamously riding the bomb down to explosion plays before it transitions to simulated VHS static. The iconic glitched skull flickers before the video vanishes completely with a now present Knox upon the stage, accompanied, per usual, by his translator, Tyler.
Tyler holds the microphone up to address, Bourbon and his ensemble of celebrities.
Tyler Bennett:
Mister Bourbon, we seem to have missed our invitation to your little fais-do-do. While I’m not particularly insulted--my brother--
Tyler points to Knox who towers over his petite, blonde sister.
Tyler Bennett:
--he takes offense very easily to such things.
Brees, Wayne, Witherspoon, Blanchett, and the band all disperse leaving Robbie alone in the ring. Robbie looks up at the stage and picks up his microphone again.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Well I reckon being offended is his privilege, young miss, but I didn't come down here because I felt like ruffling his feathers. I came down here tonight for one reason, and that's the people!
The crowd cheers.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
That even includes both of you! There is always room at my table. Come! Let's feast and have fun! No reason to just gloom about and be all moody, it's Mardi Gras season! You and your brother!
Tyler looks to her brother, though, as expected, Knox is without emotion. Tyler smirks and turns back to address Bourbon.
Tyler Bennett:
I’m afraid what Knox wishes to feast upon is not at your table.
She glances around the arena, her smirk only widening before she continues.
Tyler Bennett:
As a matter of fact, I don’t think there’s anything in this godforsaken city we would eat. The cuisine is grossly overrated.
A negative reaction flows from the rafters to the floor in response to Tyler’s jab. Knox leans over and whispers something to his sister. She looks confused.
Tyler Bennett:
You’re sure?
Knox nods. Tyler shrugs and hands him the microphone. A hush falls across the arena.
Knox:
Quite the display, Rob--may I call you Rob?
He doesn’t wait for a response.
Knox:
--the type of over the top, dramatics I, myself, enjoy--in case that wasn’t quite clear.
Robbie smiles.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
You can call me whatever you want, just don't call me late for dinner.
Robbie's convivial tone elicits a laugh from the crowd, albeit slight for a line as old as dirt.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
And, yeah, strong work to the Millennium production staff for coordinating your whole postmodern thing, but I don't think the people here or watching around the world are really all that interested in aesthetics. Substance, mon frere, is always worth more than style. If'n you're finished being dramatic, we were having fun. That said, pencil, do you have a point or are you just gonna be dull?
Robbie shrugs and smiles back up the ramp, like a human Rottweiler waiting for a treat.
Knox glares down at him, unamused by his comment.
Knox:
If you think Millennium had anything to do with that than you’re as big of a fool as the masses that fill these seats. I can see that my brilliance--per usual--is lost upon the audience for which it was intended. Where you see aesthetic and dramatics--there is a message for you--for this godforsaken city--and for Millennium.
The crowd continues to rain jeers down upon the siblings.
Knox:
Before I even arrived in Millennium--I had them bent to my will. Before I even stepped foot in the door--I was already inside of this company--dismantling it slowly. Perhaps I do bore you, Rob. Mine is a language you could never decipher.
Robbie crooks an eyebrow as his lip curls in feigned confusion.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Well if this ain't the audience you're looking for, stud, maybe you should find some other place.
Robbie's eyes narrow as his snarl broadens.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
I know I'm here for ALL these people even if I'm just some fresh face. I'm from past the stars and beyond the moon, I came hurtling through space. I'm leaving impact craters, boy, I tip the Richter scale. Ain't no subtlety about my soul, I howl with a fearsome gale. You say you're here to infect my new stomping grounds with some fatal injection? Listen here, you aught to know I offer some objection. I'm not some jigsaw puzzle, son, no need to make a connection, don't need a scheme or some deviance to change my world's complexion. And that, sir, is the truth, sir, the whole truth, sir, and nothing but the truth, sir, that is my testimony. Realer than the realest, you're just smoke and mirrors; phoney. It's baloney! Now begging pardon if all this sounds like some conjured sanctimony, I'm the people's mutt come from the dirt, you just come with acrimony. You want to show us all what you're all about like you're just Mr. Thing?
Robbie sticks his right hand out and his face goes deadpan.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Come step into my office, son, it's called a wrestling ring. Just fair warning, once you do, you're just a part of my food chain, because my name is Robbie. Motherfucking. Bourbon. And you'll remember that name. It's the one that gave you a permanent limp…
Robbie, still holding the mic in his left hand, points at Tyler with his right.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
...and no one speaks for me.
Robbie drops the mic with a loud thud as the Smoothie King Center is in an absolute frenzy. Knox charges the ring! Knox slides in under the rope and is on his feet at lightning speed! Robbie throws a huge haymaker, Knox ducks! Knox shoots off the opposite ropes and comes back with a leaping side kick to Robbie's jaw! Robbie reels back into a turnbuckle! Knox rushes in with a high knee to the side of Robbie's head! Knox with a standing side kick to Robbie's midsection! Another kick! Robbie catches it, and grabs Knox by the throat! Robbie goes for Earth's Mightiest Chokeslam! As Knox is in the air, Tyler cracks Robbie across the back of his head with the ring bell! Robbie drops Knox, who scrambles to the outside! Tyler drops the ring bell as Robbie holds his head while on a knee! As Tyler and Knox head back up the ramp to the stage, Robbie glares at them and points, hollering at them! The crowd is going absolutely insane, booing at Knox who is taunting Robbie! Robbie stands and leans on the ring ropes beckoning for him to come back!
Bea Torres:
Robbie Bourbon might be new around here, but he's not one for dull moments!
Jared Idol:
Same can be said for Knox!
Officials storm the ring and start to back Robbie down. As they do, Knox is rushing back into the ring! Robbie pushes the officials out of the way, but the hit from the ring bell earlier makes him stumble and fall to a knee! Knox nails #000000 Out on Bourbon! The crowd starts to jeer so loudly the camera is shaking! The officials confront Knox, who raises his hands and passively steps out of the ring, his face deadpan and collected. As he starts to walk back up the ramp with the escort of Millennium officials, Robbie drags himself to the ropes, and helps himself to his feet! He picks up the mic.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Is…
Robbie wipes away at a trickle of blood coming from his nose.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Is that the best you got? I'm still breathing, asshole. That's where you fucked up!
The crowd is riotous! Knox glares back into the ring at Robbie, and Robbie just glares right back.
Singles Match
Bethany Driver VS Paddy CostiganCostigan wasted no time getting up to his usual tactics, feigning a lunge at Bethany as she slowly circled the ring to size him up. Driver didn’t fall for it, however, and kept her eyes glued to him. It seemed that Bethany had done her research on Paddy and expected his baiting. When Paddy stepped into lock up, Driver put him on the canvas with a headlock takedown before delivering a stiff roundhouse right to his chest, showing Paddy and all of Millennium Enterprises that once she’s in the ring, Miss MurderGraps does not mess around. Paddy hauled himself to his feet and used his longer reach to draw Bethany close for a quick northern lights suplex. Driver popped back to her feet, momentarily shaking off the impressive impact from the 60 year old, but she was ready when he stepped in again, taking him down with a quick STO into the turnbuckle. With Paddy on the mat Bethany wasn’t above a corner foot choke on the sneaky old bastard. Costigan managed to get a hold on her leg and shove her backward, but Driver rolled through to her feet and caught him with a knee lift as he tried to use his size to bull her back into a corner. Costigan was eventually able to get the upper hand with the weight advantage, trying out a variety of submission holds once he had Bethany on the mat. Driver refused to give up at every turn, however, frustrating Paddy to the point that his holds began to get sloppy and she was able to break free. She countered an attempted Irish whip, sending the older competitor to the ropes and turning him inside out with a kitchen sink on the rebound. Costigan was left holding his midsection as he stood, leaving him wide open for a B-A-DDT! Driver was quick to make the pin afterward, but Paddy’s shoulder was up just before the three. A spinning spinebuster from Paddy slowed Bethany down for a few minutes, but Costigan was unable to fully capitalize, blown up with exertion as he was. Paddy’s strikes grew more and more wild as he put everything he had behind them, attempting to just pummel his opponent into submission. He sent her to the ropes again and looked to take her head off with a lariat, but Driver popped up, grabbing his arm, and fell back to the canvas with a takedown right into a cross armbreaker! She cranked down and it wasn’t long before Costigan was forced to tap out to the B.A.D Break! WINNER: Bethany Driver BY: Submission (B.A.D. Break), 5:55 |
Bea Torres: "Great win by Bethany tonight"
Jared Idol: "She looked impressive in her first match..."
Jared Idol: "She looked impressive in her first match..."
There isn’t much chance for Bethany to celebrate her victory before “Crazy Horse” by Black Label Society plays and the crowd boos as Hammerstein walks to ringside. He rips the microphone from the ring announcer's hand and gives him a short shove.
Bethany looks down at The American Monster, a look of annoyance on her face. Hammerstein tosses the microphone to Driver and grabs the announcer's spare. He rolls under the bottom rope, then stands up and walks over to Bethany.
Hammerstein:
Hi.
Bethany Driver:
What’s the matter, Jacob, didn’t bore everyone enough earl--
Hammerstein cuts her off. The crowd boos his rudeness.
Hammerstein:
I'm gonna stop you right there, Bethany, because nothing you have to say is of any real significance compared to what I have to say.
Do ya remember BarFight, Bethany? I'm sure these morons do. BarFight was gonna be “A wild and untamed twist on the sport of professional wrestlin.” It was gonna be a throwback to a much less “PC” or “PG” era in the sport. None of that Cirque du Soleil bullshit or puttin emphasis on “five star classics.” It was gonna be two people gettin in the ring and fightin til one person couldn't fight anymore.
That pleased the Wrestling Gods, Bethany.
Then the powers that be in BarFight put me in a match with you...in the opening match.
The Wrestling Gods were displeased. No, that’s not quite right. They were PISSED OFF. See, you don't go and disrespect The Wrestling Gods’ favorite son and get away with it. So, They struck BarFight down before it even got out of the starting blocks.
But The Wrestling Gods smiled on you, Bethany. They gave you a reprieve from the death sentence you were under, havin to face me. They granted you clemency, Bethany. You shoulda thanked Them, Bethany. You shoulda got down on your knees and thanked Them, Bethany. But did you thank Them for their mercy? Did you show Them gratitude?
Hammerstein's voice grows more intense, even wavering and cracking as he works himself into a rage.
Hammerstein:
NO! No, you didn't, Bethany. But even worse, not only did you repay their kindness with ungratefulness, you gave the Wrestling Gods a great big FUCK YOU by having the gall to follow me, to pursue me, as it were, here to Millennium.
You pursuin me? That's kinda like the gazelle pursuin the lion, dontcha think?
What do you have to say for yourself, Bethany?
As Driver goes to speak, Hammerstein cuts her off again.
Hammerstein:
Nothin you have to say is even remotely relevant to….
Driver slaps the microphone out of Hammerstein's hand, bringing the crowd out of their seats and cheering. The American Monster kicks the bottom rope and yells for the crowd to sit down and shut up. He turns toward Bethany, who puts her hand up to him.
Bethany Driver:
Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself? If you were anymore of a blow hard I’d be standing here calling you Sally Thotness. I will fight you, Hammerstein, anytime and anywhere.
Hammerstein drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He grabs a steel chair and slides back into the ring. Driver stands her ground, fists clenched and ready for a fight. Several Millennium officials hit the ring to separate them. Hammerstein is apoplectic as he exits the ring, starts grabbing chairs from the crowd, and starts throwing them through the air. Bethany stands on the middle turnbuckle and challenges Hammerstein, beckoning for him to “bring it,” unafraid of the flying chairs. Another group of officials surround The American Monster and usher him the back.
As Hammerstein tries, and fails, to get past the referees, Bethany makes a mock-sad face at him and give a dainty “goodbye” wave before she hops of the turnbuckle and throws her hands in the air to the delight of the crowd as the show cuts to a break.
Bethany looks down at The American Monster, a look of annoyance on her face. Hammerstein tosses the microphone to Driver and grabs the announcer's spare. He rolls under the bottom rope, then stands up and walks over to Bethany.
Hammerstein:
Hi.
Bethany Driver:
What’s the matter, Jacob, didn’t bore everyone enough earl--
Hammerstein cuts her off. The crowd boos his rudeness.
Hammerstein:
I'm gonna stop you right there, Bethany, because nothing you have to say is of any real significance compared to what I have to say.
Do ya remember BarFight, Bethany? I'm sure these morons do. BarFight was gonna be “A wild and untamed twist on the sport of professional wrestlin.” It was gonna be a throwback to a much less “PC” or “PG” era in the sport. None of that Cirque du Soleil bullshit or puttin emphasis on “five star classics.” It was gonna be two people gettin in the ring and fightin til one person couldn't fight anymore.
That pleased the Wrestling Gods, Bethany.
Then the powers that be in BarFight put me in a match with you...in the opening match.
The Wrestling Gods were displeased. No, that’s not quite right. They were PISSED OFF. See, you don't go and disrespect The Wrestling Gods’ favorite son and get away with it. So, They struck BarFight down before it even got out of the starting blocks.
But The Wrestling Gods smiled on you, Bethany. They gave you a reprieve from the death sentence you were under, havin to face me. They granted you clemency, Bethany. You shoulda thanked Them, Bethany. You shoulda got down on your knees and thanked Them, Bethany. But did you thank Them for their mercy? Did you show Them gratitude?
Hammerstein's voice grows more intense, even wavering and cracking as he works himself into a rage.
Hammerstein:
NO! No, you didn't, Bethany. But even worse, not only did you repay their kindness with ungratefulness, you gave the Wrestling Gods a great big FUCK YOU by having the gall to follow me, to pursue me, as it were, here to Millennium.
You pursuin me? That's kinda like the gazelle pursuin the lion, dontcha think?
What do you have to say for yourself, Bethany?
As Driver goes to speak, Hammerstein cuts her off again.
Hammerstein:
Nothin you have to say is even remotely relevant to….
Driver slaps the microphone out of Hammerstein's hand, bringing the crowd out of their seats and cheering. The American Monster kicks the bottom rope and yells for the crowd to sit down and shut up. He turns toward Bethany, who puts her hand up to him.
Bethany Driver:
Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself? If you were anymore of a blow hard I’d be standing here calling you Sally Thotness. I will fight you, Hammerstein, anytime and anywhere.
Hammerstein drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He grabs a steel chair and slides back into the ring. Driver stands her ground, fists clenched and ready for a fight. Several Millennium officials hit the ring to separate them. Hammerstein is apoplectic as he exits the ring, starts grabbing chairs from the crowd, and starts throwing them through the air. Bethany stands on the middle turnbuckle and challenges Hammerstein, beckoning for him to “bring it,” unafraid of the flying chairs. Another group of officials surround The American Monster and usher him the back.
As Hammerstein tries, and fails, to get past the referees, Bethany makes a mock-sad face at him and give a dainty “goodbye” wave before she hops of the turnbuckle and throws her hands in the air to the delight of the crowd as the show cuts to a break.
Sum 41’s “Fake My Own Death” plays as the fans are happy to be seeing the early arrival of one of their favourite tag teams. However, Rebecca Saint appears on the stage alone and does not share their feelings of happiness. She marches to the ring with a microphone in her hand and barely even acknowledges her surroundings as she climbs between the ropes.
Rebecca Saint:
Alright. Cut that music off. Cut it!
Upon her request, the theme music fades out. Now only the sound of the crowd remains as Rebecca taps the microphone to her shoulder as she thinks to herself. Eventually, she lifts the microphone to her chin.
Rebecca Saint:
There is something that has been on my mind for a week now. And I am sure you can figure out what it is. Ever since I have come in contact with that morphsuit-wearing freak The Misery, I have been losing sleep trying to figure out who he is. More of a curiosity than anything else. However as creepy and distracting as this ordeal has been, it had not directly impacted my professional career in any way. So I put it in the back of my mind and set my sights on winning gold here in Millennium Wrestling.
She pauses as her expression morphs into a scowl.
Rebecca Saint:
That all changed on Riot this past Friday when he and his little girlfriend decided to stick their noses in our match with Jetpack. The moment they decided to get involved is the moment that I decided they need to be dealt with.
Saint turns her attention to the entrance way as she raises her voice for her next statement.
Rebecca Saint:
‘It’s almost time’, hmm? I say why wait? Let’s sort this out right here and now!
Fans cheer in support of Saint’s statement as she gets set for what she believes will be the arrival of The Misery and The Manic. Instead, she hears the fans cheer and turns to catch the sight of her tag team partner, Kelsey Spencer, making her way down the ramp. Kelsey’s dressed to compete in that big six-person #1 Contender’s match tonight - a match that Rebecca’s in, too - but right now, she’s out here to talk down her best buddy. Her eyes catch Rebecca’s as she’s ascending the stairs, and she only breaks eye contact for the brief moment it takes her to retrieve a microphone from the stagehand.
Kelsey Spencer:
Rebecca… I came out here because I’m your friend and I care about you. I know you better than probably anyone else in this world, and I’ve seen that look in your eye more times than I can count. I’m asking you, as your tag team partner and your best friend… You need to let this thing go.
Rebecca scoffs at the idea.
Rebecca Saint:
‘Let it go’? You want me to let it go?! Kelsey they are getting in the way of our careers. They cost us any chance we may have had of defeating Jetpack on Riot and if we don’t deal with them now, they are likely to do the same thing tonight.
Kelsey pouts as she hears Rebecca’s reasoning. While she isn’t too keen on her plan for calling Misery and Manic out, she can see the logic behind what Rebecca’s saying. But at the same time, she knows how spiteful Rebecca can be when she’s incensed by something like this; she fears that this is a slippery slope that could lead to something worse down the line… and she feels if they are not too careful The Misery could pick up on that, too.
Rebecca Saint:
I appreciate your concern but I am dealing with this my way. So stand aside.
Kelsey Spencer:
Now, hold on! Just cool it for a minute, will you? If you’ve made up your mind that you’re definitely gonna do this, then I know nothing I say’s gonna stop you. But, you’re not gonna do it alone, either. We’re partners… and that means we face everything together.
Rebecca glares at her partner before her face finally softens. She mutters something to her off mic as she lets her defences down. Then, right on cue… Cripple Mr Onion’s “Six Days of Silence” starts to play as a flurry of mist circulates the arena. The Misery appears on the stage with The Manic clutching his left forearm. The Misery already has a microphone in hand, and the music cuts as he raises it to his covered lips.
The Misery:
Adorable. Absolutely adorable. The bond the two of you share… it gives The Misery such warm fuzzies. It will be a shame when the day comes you decide to pull out a knife, stab Kelsey in the back, rip out her spine and wave it around in the air when something better comes along, Becks.
Kelsey looks to Rebecca; not out of distrust, but concern that The Misery’s words are already getting under her skin. If they are, the colder member of the Uncanny Socialites is not allowing it to show. She stands firm with folded arms as she glares at the two of them on the stage.
The Misery:
But onto more pressing matters… The Misery understands that the two of you aren’t too happy with what happened on Riot…
The Misery begins walking down the ramp, The Manic in tow.
The Misery:
The Misery would like to explain. It was not his intention for the two of you to lose… in fact, it does not bother The Misery what the outcome of your matches are. Because The Misery has no interest in you, but instead with what you have to offer. When The Misery came out, he did not expect you to become so overwhelmed by his presence that it would cause you to slip up. He did not expect you, Rebecca, to become so entranced that you would pay more attention to him, rather than what was going on in the ring…
Rebecca is not impressed. Eagle eyed fans can see her tapping her bicep with her index finger in frustration.
The Misery climbs the steel steps with The Manic close behind, and together the two walk the apron and enter the ring. Kelsey subtly shakes her head as she takes a step back.
The Misery:
So, to cut a long story short… your loss to Jetpack, was your own fault.
Saint raises her microphone to respond… But decides to let it go for now.
The Misery:
Anyway, when The Misery said it is almost time, he did not mean that it is almost time for us to… “throwdown”, like you seem to think. The Misery meant that it is almost time for him to exact his revenge. And The Uncanny Socialites are going to help. See, Rebecca… you’re going to tell The Misery where your former lover Tyron Bickerton is, so that The Misery can go there, grab him by the scruff of his neck and drag him here to Millennium so that The Misery can legally tear him apart, limb by limb. At first, The Misery thought that Bickerton had lost some weight, grew his hair out, changed up his accent and transformed into Christian Michaels… but your face last week, Rebecca… well that told The Misery he was wrong. Which is quite frustrating, but still, the inevitable will come.
Kelsey steps forward, putting herself between the pair and drawing The Misery’s attention from Rebecca.
Kelsey Spencer:
I dunno why you’re coming to us for that… We haven’t seen or heard from Tyron since he retired from the ring a few years ago. At this point, you probably know more about him and where he is than we do.
The Misery raises a finger.
The Misery:
Hush, Kelsey. Rebecca knows exactly where he is. She just doesn’t want you or her little boyfriend Seth Iser to be aware of that.
Rebecca Saint:
And so what if I do? Why the hell would I tell you anything when you still haven't answered any of my questions? Like who the hell are you under that ridiculous morphsuit? If you really want to know where to find him then you are going to have to play MY game. Tell me who you are so I can know whose face I am about to cave in with my elbow.
The Misery looks at The Manic who bursts into hysterics. He too chuckles slightly.
The Misery:
You don’t have any games, Rebecca. Even when you think you do, you don’t. You see, everything here is The Misery’s game. And The Misery owns this game. It is his to win, and only his.
Rebecca snickers with sarcastic amusement as The Misery begins slowly walking back and forth.
The Misery:
But in order to satisfy that huge ego of yours… The Misery shall add your little desire to his game. A little birdie told him that the upcoming PPV, Deep In The Heart, will be a grand, two night spectacle. Therefore what say on the first night, The Misery goes toe-to-toe with Ms Spencer? If she can manage a victory, The Misery will tell you both a fact about the former self that will clue you in on who The Misery once was. However, when The Misery is victorious, Ms Spencer must kiss the burnt flesh of what lies underneath The Manic’s mask.
The Manic once again bursts into hysterics, then blows kisses over at Kelsey, who raises an eyebrow in perplexity. Nevertheless, she shakes it off, and readies her response.
Kelsey Spencer:
You wanna have a match with me, huh? Alright then… I've never backed down from a challenge, and I'm not about to start now. Sure, I'll face you on night one…
Her lips curl into a grin as she points a thumb over her shoulder, directed toward her partner.
Kelsey Spencer:
...but only if you agree to wrestle Rebecca on night two!
The Misery:
Well it seems you are playing The Misery’s game well thus far. He was just about to suggest he face Rebecca on night two, until you went and interrupted him. And guess what? For that bout, the stakes will be raised. If Rebecca wins, The Misery takes off his mask… but when The Misery wins… you, Rebecca… must cough up where Bickerton’s been hiding out.
Rebecca Saint:
Alright so let me see if I have this correct… I get to kick your ass and find out who you are, all in the same night? And you still believe we are playing YOUR game? Ha. You have yourself a deal. Deep In The Heart, I am putting an end to this freakshow.
The Misery:
Whatever helps you sleep at night, Ms Saint.
The lights flicker out, and a mist circulates throughout the air. When the lights come back on, The Misery and The Manic are both nowhere to be seen.
Rebecca Saint:
Alright. Cut that music off. Cut it!
Upon her request, the theme music fades out. Now only the sound of the crowd remains as Rebecca taps the microphone to her shoulder as she thinks to herself. Eventually, she lifts the microphone to her chin.
Rebecca Saint:
There is something that has been on my mind for a week now. And I am sure you can figure out what it is. Ever since I have come in contact with that morphsuit-wearing freak The Misery, I have been losing sleep trying to figure out who he is. More of a curiosity than anything else. However as creepy and distracting as this ordeal has been, it had not directly impacted my professional career in any way. So I put it in the back of my mind and set my sights on winning gold here in Millennium Wrestling.
She pauses as her expression morphs into a scowl.
Rebecca Saint:
That all changed on Riot this past Friday when he and his little girlfriend decided to stick their noses in our match with Jetpack. The moment they decided to get involved is the moment that I decided they need to be dealt with.
Saint turns her attention to the entrance way as she raises her voice for her next statement.
Rebecca Saint:
‘It’s almost time’, hmm? I say why wait? Let’s sort this out right here and now!
Fans cheer in support of Saint’s statement as she gets set for what she believes will be the arrival of The Misery and The Manic. Instead, she hears the fans cheer and turns to catch the sight of her tag team partner, Kelsey Spencer, making her way down the ramp. Kelsey’s dressed to compete in that big six-person #1 Contender’s match tonight - a match that Rebecca’s in, too - but right now, she’s out here to talk down her best buddy. Her eyes catch Rebecca’s as she’s ascending the stairs, and she only breaks eye contact for the brief moment it takes her to retrieve a microphone from the stagehand.
Kelsey Spencer:
Rebecca… I came out here because I’m your friend and I care about you. I know you better than probably anyone else in this world, and I’ve seen that look in your eye more times than I can count. I’m asking you, as your tag team partner and your best friend… You need to let this thing go.
Rebecca scoffs at the idea.
Rebecca Saint:
‘Let it go’? You want me to let it go?! Kelsey they are getting in the way of our careers. They cost us any chance we may have had of defeating Jetpack on Riot and if we don’t deal with them now, they are likely to do the same thing tonight.
Kelsey pouts as she hears Rebecca’s reasoning. While she isn’t too keen on her plan for calling Misery and Manic out, she can see the logic behind what Rebecca’s saying. But at the same time, she knows how spiteful Rebecca can be when she’s incensed by something like this; she fears that this is a slippery slope that could lead to something worse down the line… and she feels if they are not too careful The Misery could pick up on that, too.
Rebecca Saint:
I appreciate your concern but I am dealing with this my way. So stand aside.
Kelsey Spencer:
Now, hold on! Just cool it for a minute, will you? If you’ve made up your mind that you’re definitely gonna do this, then I know nothing I say’s gonna stop you. But, you’re not gonna do it alone, either. We’re partners… and that means we face everything together.
Rebecca glares at her partner before her face finally softens. She mutters something to her off mic as she lets her defences down. Then, right on cue… Cripple Mr Onion’s “Six Days of Silence” starts to play as a flurry of mist circulates the arena. The Misery appears on the stage with The Manic clutching his left forearm. The Misery already has a microphone in hand, and the music cuts as he raises it to his covered lips.
The Misery:
Adorable. Absolutely adorable. The bond the two of you share… it gives The Misery such warm fuzzies. It will be a shame when the day comes you decide to pull out a knife, stab Kelsey in the back, rip out her spine and wave it around in the air when something better comes along, Becks.
Kelsey looks to Rebecca; not out of distrust, but concern that The Misery’s words are already getting under her skin. If they are, the colder member of the Uncanny Socialites is not allowing it to show. She stands firm with folded arms as she glares at the two of them on the stage.
The Misery:
But onto more pressing matters… The Misery understands that the two of you aren’t too happy with what happened on Riot…
The Misery begins walking down the ramp, The Manic in tow.
The Misery:
The Misery would like to explain. It was not his intention for the two of you to lose… in fact, it does not bother The Misery what the outcome of your matches are. Because The Misery has no interest in you, but instead with what you have to offer. When The Misery came out, he did not expect you to become so overwhelmed by his presence that it would cause you to slip up. He did not expect you, Rebecca, to become so entranced that you would pay more attention to him, rather than what was going on in the ring…
Rebecca is not impressed. Eagle eyed fans can see her tapping her bicep with her index finger in frustration.
The Misery climbs the steel steps with The Manic close behind, and together the two walk the apron and enter the ring. Kelsey subtly shakes her head as she takes a step back.
The Misery:
So, to cut a long story short… your loss to Jetpack, was your own fault.
Saint raises her microphone to respond… But decides to let it go for now.
The Misery:
Anyway, when The Misery said it is almost time, he did not mean that it is almost time for us to… “throwdown”, like you seem to think. The Misery meant that it is almost time for him to exact his revenge. And The Uncanny Socialites are going to help. See, Rebecca… you’re going to tell The Misery where your former lover Tyron Bickerton is, so that The Misery can go there, grab him by the scruff of his neck and drag him here to Millennium so that The Misery can legally tear him apart, limb by limb. At first, The Misery thought that Bickerton had lost some weight, grew his hair out, changed up his accent and transformed into Christian Michaels… but your face last week, Rebecca… well that told The Misery he was wrong. Which is quite frustrating, but still, the inevitable will come.
Kelsey steps forward, putting herself between the pair and drawing The Misery’s attention from Rebecca.
Kelsey Spencer:
I dunno why you’re coming to us for that… We haven’t seen or heard from Tyron since he retired from the ring a few years ago. At this point, you probably know more about him and where he is than we do.
The Misery raises a finger.
The Misery:
Hush, Kelsey. Rebecca knows exactly where he is. She just doesn’t want you or her little boyfriend Seth Iser to be aware of that.
Rebecca Saint:
And so what if I do? Why the hell would I tell you anything when you still haven't answered any of my questions? Like who the hell are you under that ridiculous morphsuit? If you really want to know where to find him then you are going to have to play MY game. Tell me who you are so I can know whose face I am about to cave in with my elbow.
The Misery looks at The Manic who bursts into hysterics. He too chuckles slightly.
The Misery:
You don’t have any games, Rebecca. Even when you think you do, you don’t. You see, everything here is The Misery’s game. And The Misery owns this game. It is his to win, and only his.
Rebecca snickers with sarcastic amusement as The Misery begins slowly walking back and forth.
The Misery:
But in order to satisfy that huge ego of yours… The Misery shall add your little desire to his game. A little birdie told him that the upcoming PPV, Deep In The Heart, will be a grand, two night spectacle. Therefore what say on the first night, The Misery goes toe-to-toe with Ms Spencer? If she can manage a victory, The Misery will tell you both a fact about the former self that will clue you in on who The Misery once was. However, when The Misery is victorious, Ms Spencer must kiss the burnt flesh of what lies underneath The Manic’s mask.
The Manic once again bursts into hysterics, then blows kisses over at Kelsey, who raises an eyebrow in perplexity. Nevertheless, she shakes it off, and readies her response.
Kelsey Spencer:
You wanna have a match with me, huh? Alright then… I've never backed down from a challenge, and I'm not about to start now. Sure, I'll face you on night one…
Her lips curl into a grin as she points a thumb over her shoulder, directed toward her partner.
Kelsey Spencer:
...but only if you agree to wrestle Rebecca on night two!
The Misery:
Well it seems you are playing The Misery’s game well thus far. He was just about to suggest he face Rebecca on night two, until you went and interrupted him. And guess what? For that bout, the stakes will be raised. If Rebecca wins, The Misery takes off his mask… but when The Misery wins… you, Rebecca… must cough up where Bickerton’s been hiding out.
Rebecca Saint:
Alright so let me see if I have this correct… I get to kick your ass and find out who you are, all in the same night? And you still believe we are playing YOUR game? Ha. You have yourself a deal. Deep In The Heart, I am putting an end to this freakshow.
The Misery:
Whatever helps you sleep at night, Ms Saint.
The lights flicker out, and a mist circulates throughout the air. When the lights come back on, The Misery and The Manic are both nowhere to be seen.
Singles Match
Jacob Figgins VS The MiseryAfter costing the Uncanny Socialites their match against Jetpack during the last episode of Riot, the man known as The Misery was set to face Jacob Figgins tonight. Or stepping stone number 3, as he called him. Accompanied to the ring, as always, by his manager, The Manic, the man in black started the match with some quick jabs, pushing Figgles in the corner where he hit him with a couple of chops before slamming his face on the mat with a bulldog. With the opponent down, he poked him with light kicks in the ribs, mocking and toying with him. He paid for this cockiness when he picked him up and Jacob stunned him with a headbutt, wrapping his arms around the neck twisting it and pulling him down with a neckbreaker. The madman from Kansas stomped The Misery to the ground multiple times before dropping his knee on the masked man. Jacob attempted a cover, but he only got a two out of it. Figgles kept his momentum going with a few uppercuts, following with a snap suplex and climbing to the top rope. From there, he jumped onto the opponent, dropping the elbow on the chest. Another pinfall attempt followed, but once again it wasn’t enough to walk out with the win. The two near falls made The Misery realize that Figgins wasn’t one to take lightly, despite a negative record in Millennium. The man in black tried to turn things around, countering a double axe handle attempt with a superkick. The two started once again trading blows, a department The Misery knew he was better in than the opponent. But you can never count Figgins out. A vicious haymaker from The Misery sent him staggering backwards, and for a moment it seemed he was going to fall between the ropes. But Figgles bounced back from them with a lariat that turned him inside out. He tried to capitalize with yet another pinfall, but despite him hooking both legs, he still couldn’t get the job done. The Misery finally built some momentum when he ducked a clothesline and jumped and the middle rope, bouncing back with a moonsault and taking Figgins down. His offense was relentless and furious, heavy fists to the face that even got him a warning from the referee. But that didn’t slow him down, or placated his thirst for blood. He picked Figgins up, hammered him with a few stiff shots and shoved him on the corner, charging at him with a Helluva Kick. Once again the referee had to step in when The Misery put his foot on the opponent’s throat and pushed, choking him. After he broke the illegal maneuver, he sat Figgles on top of the turnbuckle, flipping him on the mat with a hurricanrana. Now completely in control, The Misery almost got the win with a Backdrop Piledriver. The match came to a conclusion when he powerbombed Jacob with a buckle bomb, climbing on the top rope on the opposite corner and diving on him with his coast to coast, the Bliss To Misery. Once again the man in black walked out victorious. WINNER: The Misery BY: Pinfall (Bliss To Misery), 9:37 |
Bea Torres: "Ugh, he won again..."
Jared Idol: "You may not like him, but you can't deny he's damn good in the ring"
Bea Torres: "Meh..."
Jared Idol: "You may not like him, but you can't deny he's damn good in the ring"
Bea Torres: "Meh..."
Alan Envy arrives to the arena with a very special guest with him. The beautiful teenage girl showed resemblance to her father yet she still had a lot of her mother in her. Stephanie...the daughter of Alan Envy...stayed close to her father as they started walking down the hall. She had been backstage at wrestling events before, always excited to see her father perform and see him receive massive cheers from the fans.
The proud papa beamed as he introduced his baby girl to anyone that was around...including Luna who asked Stephanie where she bought her clothes and promised to see her later to discuss girl stuff her dad could never understand. Envy takes Stephanie to the locker room.
Alan Envy:
Alright. Stay here ok? I've got to go get the notes for tonight, see where I am on the card, and grab us some food. I'll be right back ok? I'll close the door lock it behind me.
Stephanie:
Sure dad…. I'll just go lie on the couch and text my friends.
Envy kissed her forehead, and left her in there. He closed the door and heard her lock it as he walked away.
Singles Match
Yona Blake VS Kory KrampThe Good Wrestling Boy impressed positively in his first match in Millennium, coming out on top in his bout against the veteran Paddy Costigan. Tonight, he’s set to face the resident she-wolf, Yona Blake in a match that promises to be a very entertaining fast paced contest. And it didn’t disappoint the promise, with a first phase where both competitors tried for the quick win. Kory had Yona in a waistlock but, with a standing switch, she slid behind his back, pushing him against the ropes and trying for an O’Connor roll. Kory kicked out, charging at her and ducking under a clothesline, positioning himself with his back against hers and pinning her with a Backslide, only getting a one count. He then grabbed her legs and swept her off her feet, flipping over her for a Jackknife cover. Blake was able to shift the weight, and it was now Kory finding himself with his shoulders pinned on the mat. He kicked out in two and both competitors jumped back on their feet, staring down at each other as the fans showed their appreciation for the way this match started. As the match moved on, Blake’s experience came into play, allowing her to take control of the match. Kramp found himself on his back more than often, falling under Yona’s quick offense. The Bullwolf, a running snapmare driver onto the turnbuckle almost put down the young man for good. Kory showed great ring awareness and instinct by leaning his foot on the bottom rope. Yona picked him up, driving her knee into his midsection and forcing him to bend forward, planting him with her Headhunter (lifting spinning DDT). Once again she attempted a pinfall that only gave her another two count. As the fans started chanting his name, Kory found the strength to react, breaking the opponent’s offense with a backstabber after slipping away from a suplex attempt. He followed up with a running shooting star press that drew him more applause from the twenty thousand filling the Smoothie King Center. He dragged Yona back to her feet, kicking her left leg, then the right one, crouching down and taking her off her feet with a low spinning sweep kick. She fell face first on the mat, quickly pulling herself back on her knees. But Kory was right on her with a hurricanrana driver, going then for his first pinfall attempt and obtaining a two count. The Human Fly was then waiting on the top rope for Yona to stand up, leaping off and taking her down with a crossbody. He rolled through, getting back to his feet and connecting a dropsault. Blake was once again laying on her back and Kory ran to the corner, diving once again on top of her with a split legged moonsault. Yona barely kicked out of it, slowly making it up to her feet only to walk right into the Kramped (Codebreaker). This time, the referee counted to three and Kory was free to celebrate with his fans. WINNER: Kory Kramp BY: Pinfall (Kramped), 7:39 |
Jared Idol: "Second win in a row for Kory Kramp."
Bea Torres: "The Human Fly keeps impressing, even here in Millennium!"
Jared Idol: "You're definitely right. Just listen to these fans, they love him!"
Bea Torres: "The Human Fly keeps impressing, even here in Millennium!"
Jared Idol: "You're definitely right. Just listen to these fans, they love him!"
The scene cuts backstage as we find Chris Constantine Jr. and Olivia Constantine sitting next to one another in their locker room. The two are in the middle of a conversation when the video feed starts.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
It’s so great to be someplace nice and warm for once. I mean who the hell books shows in the Midwest during winter? But it’s so nice and warm out. Plenty of good places to eat and drink here in New Orleans. The culture here is great…..well not great at winning. This town likes to choke, especially when they’re so close to making it to Superbowls.
Chris pauses and gives a grin as he can hear the audience boo him. Chris is about to talk but stops when he sees Homare Kato walking in. Chris isn’t amused as he sits back in his chair and looks Kato up and down.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Speaking of choking, it’s the Google Translate of one of the biggest chokers in wrestling today, Rie Shimizu.
Kato brings a hand up, the back of his hand covering his mouth as a few chuckles leave him. Whether they’re genuine or not is left up in the air.
Homare Kato:
Very amusing Mr. Constantine. Indeed, I’m here on behalf of Rie to relay a message to you.
He clears his throat, Chris rolling his eyes, before Kato begins.
Homare Kato:
“Last week, Mr. Constantine, you showed the wrestler you truly are. You insult and brag, you cheat, but when you realize none of those things will work and you have to rely on your skill, you run. In that moment you showed that the words I say that so offend you are the truth. No threats you make will change the fact that you know you are not the next greatest thing in wrestling, you are ego given form. You are a coward with an ego that rivals the sun above us, and every word you say dishonors those that spent their lives in this sport, both those still living and those departed. And, at the earliest time the company will give me, I will prove all of that in the ring.”
A moment’s pause.
Homare Kato:
Oh, also, you look like a douche bag with that bleached hair of yours.
He smiles.
Homare Kato:
That last part was all me, I admit.
At that Chris chuckles as he looks over at his wife. Suddenly, Chris leaps towards Kato and rams him against the wall. Kato slumps down but Chris picks him backup and pins him against the wall. Chris slaps Kato on the face a few times before giving him a punch in the gut. Kato falls to the ground like a bag of bricks. Chris isn’t done with him yet as Chris kneels next to Kato and takes Katos hand.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
You know…..I play a chicken shit heel only for the camera. But in real life, I’m a cutthroat business man who eats little shits like you for breakfast. Now give me your finger. I’m getting tired of you translating Rie’s tweets on twitter. Time that she learns some English. Now I learned this from my good friend Jack Tillman.
Taking Katos index and middle finger, Chris snaps the two fingers apart. Kato cries in pain and holds his hand as Chris stands above and admires his work. Chris isn't able to admire his work for long as Olivia comes running in and smashes Katos head in with a steel chair. Chris is surprised and yet horrified as he looks at his wife who’s shocked at herself at what she’s done as she drops the chair.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
What the hell honey!?!?!
Olivia Constantine:
I don’t know! I got excited when you were beating him up. I really don’t know what came over me!
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Come on honey. Let’s get out of here.
Taking Olivia by the hand, the two walk out of the locker room. The camera pans back over to Kato who’s weakly writhing in pain, blood running down his face from the chair shot, barely conscious. On that sad sight, we fade off.
She didn't answer.
She didn't respond.
She did not answer her dad.
As his eyes scanned the area, his ears popped to a piercing hum. His heart pounded hard in his throat.
She wasn't where he had left her, he couldn't help the onset, but maybe there's no reason to panic just yet. Maybe. Possibly, she is…
Alan Envy:
...with Luna.
...with Luna.
The scene cuts backstage to Corey grimes locker room, where he is wrapping tape around his wrist. He looks up at the camera and smiles.
Corey Grimes:
Tonight is a big night for me. I go up again Rie Shimizu, one of the most respectable competitors in this company. Rie fights for honor and she does it in the name of those who have been lost. I respect that and I respect her approach to the ring and tonight will definitely be a night I won't forget, because I know damn well that Rie is going to bring her all out there. But here’s the thing, I can’t let her get the win tonight because I can’t be losing twice in a row.
Corey shakes his head.
Corey Grimes:
Doesn’t matter how it went down last week, I need to shake off that loss against the girl with the weird butt.
Corey can’t control his laughter.
Corey Grimes:
I know I won’t have to worry about cheating with Rie though like I did with Meg. That is why these are the kind of matches I look forward to, because this match will be about the love and respect of wrestling. Ńo cheap tricks, no silly mind games, just some great graps. So Rie? Good luck tonight and I’ll see you out there. As for Meg? I can send you a video on how to get your squat game down so maybe your butt won’t look so weird anymore. Anyway, gotta run!
Corey walks out of the picture as the scene fades away.
Corey Grimes:
Tonight is a big night for me. I go up again Rie Shimizu, one of the most respectable competitors in this company. Rie fights for honor and she does it in the name of those who have been lost. I respect that and I respect her approach to the ring and tonight will definitely be a night I won't forget, because I know damn well that Rie is going to bring her all out there. But here’s the thing, I can’t let her get the win tonight because I can’t be losing twice in a row.
Corey shakes his head.
Corey Grimes:
Doesn’t matter how it went down last week, I need to shake off that loss against the girl with the weird butt.
Corey can’t control his laughter.
Corey Grimes:
I know I won’t have to worry about cheating with Rie though like I did with Meg. That is why these are the kind of matches I look forward to, because this match will be about the love and respect of wrestling. Ńo cheap tricks, no silly mind games, just some great graps. So Rie? Good luck tonight and I’ll see you out there. As for Meg? I can send you a video on how to get your squat game down so maybe your butt won’t look so weird anymore. Anyway, gotta run!
Corey walks out of the picture as the scene fades away.
Singles Match
Corey Grimes VS Rie ShimizuIt was weird for the fans to see Rie walking out without her spiritual guide and manager Homare Kato. And it was even more weird to her, who looked a bit lost without him at ringside. Corey took advantage of the situation, starting off strong with a dropkick that caught Rie off guard. He stayed on the attack with a combination of quick strikes, alternating punches and kicks and taking her down with a roundhouse. Leaping on her with a moonsault, he hooked the legs for a cover, taking home only a two count. After being on the receiving end of the opponent’s offense for a few good minutes, Shimizu took a break rolling out of the ring after a sitout jawbreaker. Now this would be the moment when she’d seek advice from her manager, but the brutal attack suffered at the hands of Chris Constantine Junior, deprived her of his advice. Corey wasted no time to launch himself between the ropes with a suicide dive into a ddt, planting Rie head first on the floor. He then rolled her back in the ring, climbing on the apron and jumping on her with a springboard 450, hooking the inside leg for a cover. Around the fifth minute, Shimizu started finding her footing in this match, connecting a few of her lethal knee strikes and kicks and stopping Corey’s momentum. She then slowed down the rhythm of the match, resorting to her vast arsenal of submission moves to keep the high flier grounded, including her patented Breakdown. Locked in the Texas Cloverleaf, Grimes suddenly found himself in a very dangerous spot, desperately needing to find a way out of the submission. He opted for the rope break, pushing up on his arms and crawling toward the ropes, grabbing the bottom one. Rie immediately released him, but she kept the pressure on Corey, taking him down with armdrag and applying an armbar. This time Corey managed to escape it rather quickly, wrestling his way out of it. The back and forth action was once again fast paced, both competitors starting to show signs of fatigue, giving the fans the impression that they both were one big move away from the win. Corey tried with a flying knee kick, missing the target and allowing Rie to take him out with the Flash Nap, her patented jumping spinning knee strike. She could’ve gone for the cover, instead she hesitated, going for The Other’s Side Grasp instead. But while she was trying to apply the Hoverboard Lock, Corey found a way to escape it and roll her over, surprising Rie for the three count. WINNER: Corey Grimes BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 10:47 |
Bea Torres: "He did it! Corey beat Rie Shimizu!"
Jared Idol: "It looked like she had the match won, but he caught her off guard and walked out with the win."
Bea Torres: "Yeah... I mean, I'm happy for Corey, he fought hard and he didn't steal anything but... Look at Rie..."
Jared Idol: "She's heartbroken. Hard to say if it's because of the loss or because she feels like she failed to protect Kato."
Bea Torres: "Yeah... Ugh, I hate Constantine!"
Jared Idol: "It looked like she had the match won, but he caught her off guard and walked out with the win."
Bea Torres: "Yeah... I mean, I'm happy for Corey, he fought hard and he didn't steal anything but... Look at Rie..."
Jared Idol: "She's heartbroken. Hard to say if it's because of the loss or because she feels like she failed to protect Kato."
Bea Torres: "Yeah... Ugh, I hate Constantine!"
Backstage in the hallways we find Dean Smith currently getting himself into the zone for his main event match against multiple opponents, only one of whom he’d faced before. He’s using the wall to do little angled press ups and then, one he’s finished, shakes his arms out. From behind where Dean is standing, Holly Wakefield is approaching slowly as she is carrying in her arms some of the various outfits and shoes that Luna had requested for her to pick up on her way to the arena. Holly notices Dean and looks around before deciding it’s safe to approach him as she clears her throat not wanting to make him jump like she was trying to sneak up on him.
Holly Wakefield:
Big night tonight?
Dean nods before turning fully to see it was Holly, which takes him a little by surprise before he pretends it didn’t.
Dean Smith:
Er, yeah. Main event spot which is really great. Though Luna hasn’t been too thrilled despite she got the main event last week.
Holly nods her head as she bites down on her bottom lip remembering the angry mood of Luna she had to deal with after that main event loss. Holly shakes her head a little bit.
Holly Wakefield:
Don’t remind me, I’ve been trying my best to get things back on track to her liking.
Dean gives her a little chuckle.
Dean Smith:
I’m sure she does. You took her to some spa thing or something.
As he furrows his brow a little clueless what they actually did.
Dean Smith:
Plus she’s looking forward to that VIP event thing. Hopefully I’ll be attending as the number one contender after tonight.
As he rubs his hands together tensely, the waiting was getting to him a little as it was a bigger stage than he usually fought on than his usual Riot shows. Holly gives him a smile to show him some encouragement as she manages to keep balancing onto everything she holds in her hands.
Holly Wakefield:
I’m sure that you will! You’ve been so impressive ever since your debut after all.
Dean Smith:
Three Knockout wins. Nobody’s been able to beat me in Invictus rules. Nobody.
Then, behind Holly Dean spots Luna making her way out of the bathroom with her Lockdown Championship almost glittering under the lights and herself dressed in a rather sparkly, very dark blue dress. She immediately looks to see Holly and Dean ahead of her and begins marching towards them.
Dean Smith:
So I impressed you?
Holly nods her head, not having noticed Luna approaching them, as she uses her free hand to tuck back some of her blonde hair behind one ear.
Holly Wakefield:
Yeah… I know that I could never do what you do out there in the ring.
Just as Dean’s about to reply, after a minor, half-attempt at a shrug from thinking it was no big deal, Luna interjects herself into the conversation.
Luna Smith:
So this is where you are?
She says not very clearly who she’s talking to and stands between the pair almost looking back and forth between them, spotting Holly’s hair behind her ear and then Dean’s relaxed shoulders.
Luna Smith:
What’s going on here?
Holly immediately shrinks back as if she wants to put some major distance between herself and Dean as she holds out the clothing in her hands for Luna.
Holly Wakefield:
I was just on my way to see you with some of the outfits for your VIP event.
Luna Smith:
I had to put this one on because you didn’t get back to me. And did you get me some strawberry water? I need something calming with this tag team match I’m in. Instead of being given the title opportunity..
As she gives Dean a small envious glance.
Luna Smith:
And have you booked my dinner with Gian to sort this whole Selina situation out? I’m NOT facing her again.
Holly Wakefield:
I’ve been making all the calls that I can, we’ll get this situation sorted out… I hope.
Holly winces a little bit not wanting to deal with another Luna meltdown as she shifts around the clothing in her hands to reveal that she did have a bottle of the strawberry water as requested.
Holly Wakefield:
This will have to do for now.
Luna takes the bottle while Dean takes a little stab at winding Luna up.
Dean Smith:
Gian’s already got dinner plans with me. Steakhouse, wants to congratulate me for doing such a good job in Riot.
Which almost makes Luna do a spit take and then she coughs on the water she swallows.
Luna Smith:
What!?
Dean Smith:
Holly recommended a really great place. What was it again?
Holly shoots Dean a look almost pleading with him not to drag her into this before she glances back over to where Luna is standing.
Holly Wakefield:
I just happen to know good steakhouses, that’s all.
Luna Smith:
I see…
Luna says with a little twitch in her eye. Before she can say anymore her attention is brought over to Bree and Teagan in the distance.
Bree Smith:
No way, Teegs. I don’t believe you out drank Honey on applejuice.
As Bree comes slightly on camera to see her two family members plus a girl she’d only seen on social media. Luna gives Bree a small, subtle facial gesture about Holly. Teagan is shaking her head as she adjusts the backwards baseball cap she was wearing.
Teagan Gallagher:
I swear that I did! I was even taking it easy on her because she’s so adorable.
Bree Smith:
Nu uh, I don’t believe that. You’re a great tag partner and we’ll indeed win tonight but you’re not able to beat Honey on her home turf.
Dean Smith:
Hey, Bree’s number two workout bud.
Teagan raises one eyebrow as she looks over at Dean while placing her hands on her hips.
Teagan Gallagher:
Bite your tongue there mister. I’m not number two when it comes to anything!
Teagan gives a little wave of her hand before she turns her attention back to Bree while pointing up with one index finger.
Teagan Gallagher:
You forget that drinking is my home turf as well, even if it’s apple juice.
Bree Smith:
Yeah but you said the Rams were going to win, girly. So if you were wrong on that I don’t know what to believe anymore.
Luna’s hands go up to grab the attention then of the group.
Luna Smith:
Ok. Serious request, Teagan. Since you’ve named your cat after me how about you take my place in my match, then Bree and I can team up so Millennium can see me defeat a champion after that atrocity that happened last week.
Causing Bree to lightly eyeroll after catching Luna at breakfast she heard the whole complaining episode Holly heard after the show the next morning. The expression on Teagan’s face shifts into one of pure confusion as she looks over at Bree as if asking “is she serious” before turning back to Luna.
Teagan Gallagher:
I didn’t even know you when I adopted my cat.
Teagan shrugs before she takes one arm and wraps it around Bree’s shoulders.
Teagan Gallagher:
And The BreeTee Committee needs to be unified team in order to get our win back against Jetpack.
Bree Smith:
Too right, Teegs! Let’s go do some last minute strategy.
As Bree holds out a laminated clipboard and marker clipped at the top to write down some plays in their match. Teagan takes both of her hands and claps them together as if to get Bree psyched up.
Teagan Gallagher:
This is how we’re going to do it! We use the power of unagi and we can’t fail.
Bree Smith:
Woah, Teegs. We can’t say it out here in case Jetpack are trying to sneak at our plays like the Patriots did to their opponents. Come on.
As she hooks Teagan’s arm and starts to drag her off.
Dean Smith:
Later, Bree’s Number Two.
As he gives a little wave. Once Bree and Teagan are out of earshot Luna chimes up with a huffed.
Luna Smith:
Why is Bree like catnip to lesbians?
Holly Wakefield:
I’m almost afraid to ask.
Holly looks over at Dean as she winces slightly before shrugging her shoulders. Dean looks visibly surprised.
Dean Smith:
Wait, what?
Almost in disbelief he knew nothing of this.
Luna Smith:
Yeah. I don’t get it either.
Then she turns back to Holly.
Luna Smith:
So I can try on these outfits and you’ll watch some of my opponents matches to give me the cliffnotes, Holls.
Luna says taking a stab at Bree’s way of talking, though she cringes at the nickname almost immediately.
Holly Wakefield:
Sure, that won’t be a problem at all.
Holly attempts to keep the tone of her voice light as she gives Dean another glance before looking back at Luna to give her a smile.
Holly Wakefield:
I’ll just go and bring these to your dressing room.
Dean gives Holly a little smile himself before Luna turns Holly and directs her the opposite way to Dean.
Luna Smith:
Quickly now...
Luna says checking her phone one more time for any updates on the Selina situation but no response that makes her groan. Holly has received her message loud and clear as she nods her head. She begins to walk away from both Luna and Dean before she turns around.
Holly Wakefield:
Good luck out there Dean.
Dean Smith:
Thanks, Holls.
Again making Luna cringe at the nickname as they head off to leave with Luna adding on a number of extra tasks to keep Holly even busier at Millennium shows. Dean just shakes his head and goes back to his hallway workout as the scene comes to a close.
Holly Wakefield:
Big night tonight?
Dean nods before turning fully to see it was Holly, which takes him a little by surprise before he pretends it didn’t.
Dean Smith:
Er, yeah. Main event spot which is really great. Though Luna hasn’t been too thrilled despite she got the main event last week.
Holly nods her head as she bites down on her bottom lip remembering the angry mood of Luna she had to deal with after that main event loss. Holly shakes her head a little bit.
Holly Wakefield:
Don’t remind me, I’ve been trying my best to get things back on track to her liking.
Dean gives her a little chuckle.
Dean Smith:
I’m sure she does. You took her to some spa thing or something.
As he furrows his brow a little clueless what they actually did.
Dean Smith:
Plus she’s looking forward to that VIP event thing. Hopefully I’ll be attending as the number one contender after tonight.
As he rubs his hands together tensely, the waiting was getting to him a little as it was a bigger stage than he usually fought on than his usual Riot shows. Holly gives him a smile to show him some encouragement as she manages to keep balancing onto everything she holds in her hands.
Holly Wakefield:
I’m sure that you will! You’ve been so impressive ever since your debut after all.
Dean Smith:
Three Knockout wins. Nobody’s been able to beat me in Invictus rules. Nobody.
Then, behind Holly Dean spots Luna making her way out of the bathroom with her Lockdown Championship almost glittering under the lights and herself dressed in a rather sparkly, very dark blue dress. She immediately looks to see Holly and Dean ahead of her and begins marching towards them.
Dean Smith:
So I impressed you?
Holly nods her head, not having noticed Luna approaching them, as she uses her free hand to tuck back some of her blonde hair behind one ear.
Holly Wakefield:
Yeah… I know that I could never do what you do out there in the ring.
Just as Dean’s about to reply, after a minor, half-attempt at a shrug from thinking it was no big deal, Luna interjects herself into the conversation.
Luna Smith:
So this is where you are?
She says not very clearly who she’s talking to and stands between the pair almost looking back and forth between them, spotting Holly’s hair behind her ear and then Dean’s relaxed shoulders.
Luna Smith:
What’s going on here?
Holly immediately shrinks back as if she wants to put some major distance between herself and Dean as she holds out the clothing in her hands for Luna.
Holly Wakefield:
I was just on my way to see you with some of the outfits for your VIP event.
Luna Smith:
I had to put this one on because you didn’t get back to me. And did you get me some strawberry water? I need something calming with this tag team match I’m in. Instead of being given the title opportunity..
As she gives Dean a small envious glance.
Luna Smith:
And have you booked my dinner with Gian to sort this whole Selina situation out? I’m NOT facing her again.
Holly Wakefield:
I’ve been making all the calls that I can, we’ll get this situation sorted out… I hope.
Holly winces a little bit not wanting to deal with another Luna meltdown as she shifts around the clothing in her hands to reveal that she did have a bottle of the strawberry water as requested.
Holly Wakefield:
This will have to do for now.
Luna takes the bottle while Dean takes a little stab at winding Luna up.
Dean Smith:
Gian’s already got dinner plans with me. Steakhouse, wants to congratulate me for doing such a good job in Riot.
Which almost makes Luna do a spit take and then she coughs on the water she swallows.
Luna Smith:
What!?
Dean Smith:
Holly recommended a really great place. What was it again?
Holly shoots Dean a look almost pleading with him not to drag her into this before she glances back over to where Luna is standing.
Holly Wakefield:
I just happen to know good steakhouses, that’s all.
Luna Smith:
I see…
Luna says with a little twitch in her eye. Before she can say anymore her attention is brought over to Bree and Teagan in the distance.
Bree Smith:
No way, Teegs. I don’t believe you out drank Honey on applejuice.
As Bree comes slightly on camera to see her two family members plus a girl she’d only seen on social media. Luna gives Bree a small, subtle facial gesture about Holly. Teagan is shaking her head as she adjusts the backwards baseball cap she was wearing.
Teagan Gallagher:
I swear that I did! I was even taking it easy on her because she’s so adorable.
Bree Smith:
Nu uh, I don’t believe that. You’re a great tag partner and we’ll indeed win tonight but you’re not able to beat Honey on her home turf.
Dean Smith:
Hey, Bree’s number two workout bud.
Teagan raises one eyebrow as she looks over at Dean while placing her hands on her hips.
Teagan Gallagher:
Bite your tongue there mister. I’m not number two when it comes to anything!
Teagan gives a little wave of her hand before she turns her attention back to Bree while pointing up with one index finger.
Teagan Gallagher:
You forget that drinking is my home turf as well, even if it’s apple juice.
Bree Smith:
Yeah but you said the Rams were going to win, girly. So if you were wrong on that I don’t know what to believe anymore.
Luna’s hands go up to grab the attention then of the group.
Luna Smith:
Ok. Serious request, Teagan. Since you’ve named your cat after me how about you take my place in my match, then Bree and I can team up so Millennium can see me defeat a champion after that atrocity that happened last week.
Causing Bree to lightly eyeroll after catching Luna at breakfast she heard the whole complaining episode Holly heard after the show the next morning. The expression on Teagan’s face shifts into one of pure confusion as she looks over at Bree as if asking “is she serious” before turning back to Luna.
Teagan Gallagher:
I didn’t even know you when I adopted my cat.
Teagan shrugs before she takes one arm and wraps it around Bree’s shoulders.
Teagan Gallagher:
And The BreeTee Committee needs to be unified team in order to get our win back against Jetpack.
Bree Smith:
Too right, Teegs! Let’s go do some last minute strategy.
As Bree holds out a laminated clipboard and marker clipped at the top to write down some plays in their match. Teagan takes both of her hands and claps them together as if to get Bree psyched up.
Teagan Gallagher:
This is how we’re going to do it! We use the power of unagi and we can’t fail.
Bree Smith:
Woah, Teegs. We can’t say it out here in case Jetpack are trying to sneak at our plays like the Patriots did to their opponents. Come on.
As she hooks Teagan’s arm and starts to drag her off.
Dean Smith:
Later, Bree’s Number Two.
As he gives a little wave. Once Bree and Teagan are out of earshot Luna chimes up with a huffed.
Luna Smith:
Why is Bree like catnip to lesbians?
Holly Wakefield:
I’m almost afraid to ask.
Holly looks over at Dean as she winces slightly before shrugging her shoulders. Dean looks visibly surprised.
Dean Smith:
Wait, what?
Almost in disbelief he knew nothing of this.
Luna Smith:
Yeah. I don’t get it either.
Then she turns back to Holly.
Luna Smith:
So I can try on these outfits and you’ll watch some of my opponents matches to give me the cliffnotes, Holls.
Luna says taking a stab at Bree’s way of talking, though she cringes at the nickname almost immediately.
Holly Wakefield:
Sure, that won’t be a problem at all.
Holly attempts to keep the tone of her voice light as she gives Dean another glance before looking back at Luna to give her a smile.
Holly Wakefield:
I’ll just go and bring these to your dressing room.
Dean gives Holly a little smile himself before Luna turns Holly and directs her the opposite way to Dean.
Luna Smith:
Quickly now...
Luna says checking her phone one more time for any updates on the Selina situation but no response that makes her groan. Holly has received her message loud and clear as she nods her head. She begins to walk away from both Luna and Dean before she turns around.
Holly Wakefield:
Good luck out there Dean.
Dean Smith:
Thanks, Holls.
Again making Luna cringe at the nickname as they head off to leave with Luna adding on a number of extra tasks to keep Holly even busier at Millennium shows. Dean just shakes his head and goes back to his hallway workout as the scene comes to a close.
Tag Team Match
Jennifer Yang & Bruce Wang VS Katie Montes & Luna
The Wang & Yang connection was back in town, and the reaction they got from the New Orleans fans was one of the biggest pops of the night. Quite the opposite to what they reserved to the odd couple of Luna and Katie Montes, who didn’t start with the right foot, arguing on who should be the first one to start the match. The bell rang with the two of them still trying to make a decision. Bruce and Jenni looked at each other and, after a light shrug, took them both down with a dropkick. Bruce picked Katie up and threw her in the corner, Yang did the same to Luna. If anyone needed a further proof of them being on the same page, they both charged at the opponents and hit them with stereo cartwheel back elbows. Bruce then tossed Montes over the top rope and left the ring, leaving Jennifer and Luna as the legal ones. The former Millennium champion looked great as usual, quick and lethal with her Wing Chun based offense, even without the guidance of her former boyfriend and manager Ho Wei Shen. She had Luna on the ropes, grabbing her wrist and sending her across the ring, catching her with a hurricanrana. The fans in New Orleans were chanting Bruce name, who was no stranger here in New Orleans where he fought multiple times under the Youngbloods banner. Yang, as always, pleased the fans giving them what they wanted and tagging the former actor in. Welcomed by a thunderous ovation, Bruce leaped over the top rope, supekicking Luna who was being hold in a straightjacket position by Jenni, who used the momentum to suplex Luna. Bruce went for the pin but he only got a count of two. After weathering the initial storm and kicking out of a bridging Tiger Suplex, the Lockdown champion turned the momentum in her favor thanks mostly to her Krav Maga background, and those vicious throat strikes. After hitting him with some knee shots, Luna went for her Stardom, but Bruce dodged the spinning roundhouse kick, grabbing her arm and spinning her back into a ripcord sideslam. He then climbed to the top turnbuckle, calling for the shooting star press. But Luna had different plans, popping up to her feet and running up the ropes, catching him with the Night Skyfall. Both competitors were now laying flat on the mat, and the referee started a double count. As he reached five, Bruce and Luna started stirring and crawling to their corners, simultaneously making the tag. Katie finally step foot in this match finding herself up against the former Millennium champion. She didn’t show any sort of reverential fear, taking the fight to Jennifer who seemed taken aback by Montes’ aggression, soon finding herself in the corner on the receiving end of some hard chops. Katie then lifted her over the top rope and went for a superplex, something that Yang tried to avoid with all her energy. And she eventually succeeded, pushing the opponent down and jumping at her with a crossbody. Katie kicked out and made it up to her feet, hitting the former champ with a stiff forearm shot. A brawl ensued from that move, and it was Jennifer who, unsurprisingly, came out on top. Bruce was dying to get back in and avenge last week’s loss against Katie. Jennifer knew it and sh whipped Katie in their corner, tagging her partner in and helping him with a double suplex before leaving the ring. This last part of the match saw a very determined Wang going absolutely berserk on the opponent, with a vicious striking combination that rocked the former Zero Gravity Champion. Bruce finished his sequence with a discus lariat that almost took Katie’s head off, but still wasn’t enough to keep her down for a count of three. Firmly in control the South Korean went once again for a shooting star press after a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, this time connecting the move and going for another cover. This time Luna made the save for her team. Bruce shook his head and picked Katie up, getting poked in the eyes by Katie. The referee never saw that, since he was still dealing with Luna. Katie tried to capitalize with a quick roll up, but Bruce showed great presence of mind and kicked out. As he got back up, still partially blinded by the illegal move of his opponent, he walked straight into the Shock Kick (Springboard Roundhouse kick), to which Katie followed with her Ramblin Wreck (From Georgia Tech). This time the high risk she took didn’t pay off as Bruce rolled out of the way, Actually, it costed her the match, since as soon as she got up to her feet, Bruce kicked her in the guts and hit his Roll Credits (Suplex lift into double knee backbreaker) and made the quick cover. Jenni made sure that Luna couldn’t interfere, intercepting her with a spear. WINNER: Bruce Wang & Jennifer Yang BY: Pinfall (Roll Credits), 11:14 |
Bea Torres: "WANG AND YANG CONNECTIOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!"
Jared Idol: "They did it! And Bruce had his personal payback against Montes."
Bea Torres: "She kicked Wang in the wan..."
Jared Idol: "BLOODY HELL BEA!"
Bea Torres: "Hehe, sorry..."
Jared Idol: "They did it! And Bruce had his personal payback against Montes."
Bea Torres: "She kicked Wang in the wan..."
Jared Idol: "BLOODY HELL BEA!"
Bea Torres: "Hehe, sorry..."
Alan Envy:
Have you seen Stephy? My daughter, did she go by here?
On his way through the corridor, Alan Envy asked everyone he passed. Other wrestlers, the ring crew, the production assistants and even the catering people as they refreshed the table. By the time he had found Luna, he was sweating and running out of time before his match.
Alan Envy:
Luna…
Luna:
That’s Lockdown Champion Luna and why are you so sweaty?
Alan Envy:
I'm looking for Stephy, is she… has she… have you seen her?
Luna:
No. I don’t think I have seen her...
Alan Envy:
I have a match coming up. I'm certain she's probably with someone back here. She knows nearly all of them. If you see her…
Luna:
I guess if I do see her I’ll put her in your locker room or have Holly do it.
Envy reluctantly takes off to the gorilla position. Never had he ever lost her backstage, but up and down the road with all these guys and gals, he never really worried about it. There was an ominous pit growing in his stomach.
Singles Match
Dusty Douglas VS Zafar KhanBrother against brother. A necessary fight. That’s how both Dusty and Zafar Khan described this match on twitter in the days following the announcement. And that sort of respect showed throughout the whole match, started with a fist bump from the two competitors. Zafar obviously based his whole set of attacks on that high flying/strong style hybrid offense that made him one of the most recognizable superstars in the business. And his unique skills seemed to be paying off since the early going, with the Murder Train in difficulty like we never saw him before. His kicks too quick for Dusty to counter, and soon the big man found himself forced to cower back in the corner. That didn’t stop Khan’s offense, as he stunned him with a kick to the side of the head, followed by a corner dropkick. Douglas was down and Khan jumped on the top rope with a great feat of athleticism, measuring the distance and jumping on the Big Nasty with a 450 splash, making the first cover of the match and only getting a two count. Zafar kept building momentum, taking Dusty down once again with a sling blade. He then jumped on the middle rope, using the momentum to flip in mid air and land on Douglas with a springboard moonsault. Except Dusty was no longer there, and Zafar crashed on the mat. This was the opening the Murder Train needed to slow down the match to a more fitting pace, starting to tear the opponent down with his high impact moves, starting with his trademark deadlift german suplex (Big Bang Attack). He picked Khan up, holding him by the shoulder and connecting with a few headbutts before dropping him down with a running powerslam, hooking the leg for another near fall. After whipping Zafar against the ropes, Dustin went for a pop up powerbomb, countered into a hurricanrana by the athletic Elysium Pro superstar. The back and forth action granted the fans a great match that now hit the ten minutes mark. Dusty was once again in control after an atomic drop/savate kick combination. When Zafar kicked out of that too, Dusty started showing the first signs of frustration, shaking his head and looking at his frenemy yelling at him to “Stay Down”. But Zafar doesn’t know the meaning of those words, kicking out from another pinfall attempt after Douglas unleashed his fury with a flurry of palm strikes and jumped on him with a running senton. On top of that, Khan even found the way to get back into this match landing on his feet from the german suplex attempt and quickly hitting Dusty with a vicious superkick to the back of the head. The Big Nasty staggered forward hitting the ropes and bouncing back right into a reverse Rana from Zafar. Hard to tell if it was the kick or being dropped head first on the mat, but Dustin seemed to be quite out of it when he tried to stand back up, barely able to do so. The referee quickly checked on the 35 years old rookie who was trying to convince him that he was still fit to compete. A loud round of boos arised from the fans when Chris Constantine hopped the barricade and, unseen by both the referee and Douglas, punched Zafar Khan on the face while wearing a brass knuckle, a real knock-out punch that dropped Zafar down. The high flier struggled to make it back to his feet, getting back to a vertical position a moment before the Dusty was able to convince the referee that he could continue this match. At least for the bunch of seconds it took him to pick Zafar up and slam him down with The Dusty Rub, bringing his streak to an impressive 9-0 WINNER: Dusty Douglas BY: Pinfall (The Dusty Rub), 12:28 |
Bea Torres: "NOT HIM AGAIN!!!!"
Jared Idol: "I don't think Dusty even realized that Chris helped him..."
Jared Idol: "I don't think Dusty even realized that Chris helped him..."
Zafar is absolutely livid, pleasing his case with the ref and pointing his finger to Chris Constantine Jr, who acts innocent shrugging his shoulders and drawing more boos from the fans.
The referee shakes his head, repeating that he didn't see any interference. Khan then addresses Dusty directly, reminding him how he promised this would have been a fair match. Douglas rests his case, saying that Chris didn't do no foul, and he beat him fair and square. Things start heating up when Dusty, pissed off by Zafar's complaint, calls him a sore loser.
After those words a heavy silence falls on the ring. Tension is growing and both competitors seem on the verge of jumping at each other's throat... Until Zafar, disappointed, shakes his head and rolls out of the ring.
The scene cuts backstage to Megan Rydell walking down the halls of the arena when her eyes catch the camera following her.
Megan Rydell:
There you are! I was wondering if you’d even show up!
She rolls her eyes.
Megan Rydell:
Anyway, better late than never. So you want me to talk about Chris Constantine, Jr.? What is there to say though? He’s not all that great but he thinks he’s God’s gift to wrestling because he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth thanks to his dear old dad. You know, the actual relevant Constantine.
Megan chuckles and shrugs her shoulders.
Megan Rydell:
I know what you’re all thinking though. Who am I to complain about Chris having established family in the biz, right? Except there’s one huge difference between him and I…,Despite my sister being a multiple time champion, despite her main eventing time and time again against top names? I didn’t walk into this sport and use our name to elevate myself. Some will try and spin this entire something else but the truth is out there. The name Rydell didn’t make me. I made me.
She points at her chest with a nod.
Megan Rydell:
And tonight? Tonight, Chris is going to find out what it’s like to fight someone like me, someone who’s as hungry as I am. Because you see, Chris doesn’t have what I have. He doesn’t have the same passion for this sport that I do. He just did it to make daddy proud. But me? I’m here because I love this shit and tonight, Chris is going to see that I will do whatever it takes to rise to the top, Even it it means ending his career.
Megan nodded confidently before she brushed by the camera and the scene fades away.
Megan Rydell:
There you are! I was wondering if you’d even show up!
She rolls her eyes.
Megan Rydell:
Anyway, better late than never. So you want me to talk about Chris Constantine, Jr.? What is there to say though? He’s not all that great but he thinks he’s God’s gift to wrestling because he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth thanks to his dear old dad. You know, the actual relevant Constantine.
Megan chuckles and shrugs her shoulders.
Megan Rydell:
I know what you’re all thinking though. Who am I to complain about Chris having established family in the biz, right? Except there’s one huge difference between him and I…,Despite my sister being a multiple time champion, despite her main eventing time and time again against top names? I didn’t walk into this sport and use our name to elevate myself. Some will try and spin this entire something else but the truth is out there. The name Rydell didn’t make me. I made me.
She points at her chest with a nod.
Megan Rydell:
And tonight? Tonight, Chris is going to find out what it’s like to fight someone like me, someone who’s as hungry as I am. Because you see, Chris doesn’t have what I have. He doesn’t have the same passion for this sport that I do. He just did it to make daddy proud. But me? I’m here because I love this shit and tonight, Chris is going to see that I will do whatever it takes to rise to the top, Even it it means ending his career.
Megan nodded confidently before she brushed by the camera and the scene fades away.
Singles Match
Megan Rydell VS Chris Constantine JuniorThe highly anticipated match between Chris Constantine, Jr and Megan Rydell opened up with a bang! Meg ran forward, ducking under an attempt to clothesline her by Chris, catching his shoulder and countering a hard hitting swinging neckbreaker, taking him to the ground. From the ground, Meg tried to counter his size by having him on the ground, attempting to work her skills at submission, trying to end the fight early with an arm bar, only to have Chris power out of it. Transition after transition happened, the youngest Rydell was showcasing her technical abilities while Constantine countered her with his raw strength and ability, using his size advantage to work the transition chains to counter her move for move. Finally, it was Chris who emerged victorious in the exchange, countering a shining wizard attempt with a hard elbow strike to Meg’s temple, crossing behind her and making the ring shake from the impact of her body as he executed a textbook snapdragon suplex! Still, even with the impact that could have ended the match, Meg wasn’t down and out. She was moving to her feet just like Chris was and when he moved towards her, she surprised him with a flying armbar, taking him to the ground as she wretched his arm, struggling to snap on the move but she eventually had it fully in. Victory was within her grasp, mere inches as she tried to force Constantine to submit only to watch that in grasp victory slip from her palms as he managed to use his strength to crawl to the ropes and grab the bottom one, the ref forcing her to break the hold. Rolling to his back, and getting up, Chris was refusing to look weak despite the pain going through his arm as he leapt up and moved to try and hammer Meg with a springboard meathook clothesline that she ducked under, grabbing his arm and whipping him towards the corner rope, running after him, but as he hit the turnbuckles, he was stepping onto the second, then the third, building momentum as he back flipped off of it, and behind her, and as the bewildered Meg turned around? SUPERKICK! Visibly stunned, Meg drops to the ground in a heap before Chris quickly dives in for the cover but Rydell manages to kick out just after the two count! Constantine picks Meg up and he goes for the Eagle Leg Whip (Dragon Leg Whip) but Meg counters it and nails Chris with an enziguri, which drops him to his knees. Rydell then drops Chris with a superkick and he falls down completely. Megan is stalking over Chris when suddenly the fans began to cheer. Megan looks around confused until she sees Corey Grimes standing at the top of the entrance way with a microphone. Corey Grimes: Hi Meg! Don’t mind me, I’m just out here to enjoy the show. Megan rolls her eyes and tries to focus back on Chris when Corey speaks again. Corey Grimes: What was it that won that poll by the way? Was it that you have a weird butt? Hey guys, does she have a weird butt? The crowd starts to chant, “Meg has a weird butt!” Over and over and this makes Megan irate. She screams at the crowd and then she looks up at the entrance way at Corey and yells a bunch of obscenities at him. Corey simple laughs before pointing towards the ring, telling Meg to turn around. Her eyes widen as she realizes she is in a bad spot and when she turns, Chris Constantine is there to meet her and he nails her with several knife edge chops before driving a knee into her gut. Chris then finishes Rydell off with American Strong Pile Driver (Pile Driver). Chris pins Megan and he picks up the three count and the win. Corey simple grins at the top of the entrance way as he shrugs his shoulders while the fans keep on poking fun at Meg. WINNER: Chris Constantine Junior BY: Pinfall (American Strong Piledriver), 10:09 |
Jared Idol: "Looks like your favorite wrestler won again..."
Bea Torres: "..."
Jared Idol: "You're speechless after another impressive win from CCJ?"
Bea Torres: "Shut up..."
Jared Idol: "I'm paid to talk, and so are you... Anyway, something tells me this isn't over between Meg and Corey"
"Nina!"
The voice is easily recognizable as Britty Kane's. Or rather, Brittany April. The Nina she called is the young woman handling Millennium's twitter account. The black haired girl turns around, greeting the former Cloud Gate Champion and her young cousin Cassidy with a big smile.
Nina:
Hey Brittany! Hi Cass! What's up ladies?
Brittany April:
Have you seen Saki around?
Nina takes a moment to think, before shaking her head.
Nina:
No I haven't... But why are you looking for her?
Brittany April:
I'm not! Quite the opposite actually. I don't want her around Cass...
Nina nods.
Nina:
Gotcha. I don't think she's even here tonight to be honest.
Almost unhearable, a light chuckle comes from behind Brittany's shoulder. But as the young girl turns to that direction, nobody is there.
Brittany April:
Can I ask you to keep an eye on her? I have a match to get ready for but I don't want her to be alone...
Nina:
I have a few errands to run, and I can really use a hand. Come on Cassidy, let's go.
The youngest Kane gladly follows Nina down the hallway. Britty smiles and heads the opposite way. As soon as she turns the corner, a closet door opens and the sadistic grin of the former Empire Extreme Champion Saki can be seen in the semi-darkness.
At the gorilla position a familiar laugh turned Alan Envy around where he stood. Behind him, Fat Saul was cutting it up with a few of the boys.
Alan Envy:
Saul!
Saul excused himself and puffed on his pipe as he closed the distance. He and Envy shook hands and share a chest hug.
Alan Envy:
Have you seen Stephy?
Fat Saul:
Not since earlier, she go missin’?
Alan Envy:
I asked her to wait for me at the catering table when I retur… where's Heathen?!
Fat Saul:
I don't think he made the trip. Can't be sure though, we don't travel the same road, ya know? Definitely not…
“Swear it to the Sun” hit in the arena. Envy was up. Saul patted him on the shoulder.
Fat Saul:
This ain't her first trip to this circus, Al. She's probably got a good seat out there to watch her Daddy… go on, have fun and be safe out there.
Chairs Match
Sephora Eastwick VS Alan EnvyTen days before Deep In The Heart where they both will defend a title against dangerous opponents. And what better way to the massacre the Lonestar Championship and the Empire Extreme Championship titles matches are going to be then a chair match? At first the match started as a “regular” one, mostly because Alan was keeping the Empire Extreme Champion at bay. whipping her in the corner and following with a clothesline. Once there, he drove his shoulder into her midsection multiple times before lifting her and sitting her atop of the turnbuckle and climbed as well, applying a front facelock and getting ready for a superplex. Sephora fought back with some punches to the stomach, forcing Alan to desist at least for now. The duo engaged in a brawl at height, trading right hands in precarious equilibrium. And Eastwick was the first one to fall toward the outside after a headbutt from the Lonestar. At first, she landed hard on the apron, falling on the floor right after. Alan was stunned as well and climbed to the top rope diving on the opponent with a double axe handle. What he didn’t notice, was Sephora grabbing one of the chair surrounding the ring and slamming it on his face, knocking him down on the floor outside. After dropping the chair a couple more times for good measure and leaving him laying down in pain, Sephora started grabbing some chairs and threw them in the ring, for the joy of the fans that were already savoring the upcoming massacre. Finally satisfied with the six chairs now piled up in the middle of the ring, she picked Envy up and dragged him to the steel steps, smashing his face against it before pushing him against the post. When she finally rolled him back in the ring, Alan was bleeding from a cut right above his left eye. Despite it, he kept fighting, going toe to toe with the Empire Extreme Champion in a fist fight and emerging victorious, lifting her in a suplex position and dropping her on the pile of chairs with a Gordbuster. He then grabbed one of them and positioned it horizontally in the corner between the second and top rope. He then turned back to his opponent, who was on her knees and with a steel chair in hand. She drove it in his guts, doubling him over and following with another smash, this time across his back. Sephora tried the cover but Envy kicked out in two. Alan’s somehow turned things around, driving Sephora head first against the chair he set up earlier and rolled her up with a school boy pin. The Empire Extreme Champion kicked out right before the referee’s hand touched the mat for a third time. He picked her back up, going for his Envious Demise. The Belle Of The Brawl was able to counter it, dropping on her knees and hitting him with a low blow. Not happy, she grabbed a chair and used it drove it once again between his legs, before dropping him head first over it with a snap ddt. The champion made another cover, and this time Alan couldn’t kick out in time. WINNER: Sephora Eastwick BY: Pinfall (Snap DDT), 10:36 |
Jared Idol: "Another win for the Extreme Champion!"
Bea Torres: "Yeah Seph keeps being impressive, but... I'm concerned about Alan's daughter..."
After the match, Alan Envy wasted no time returning backstage, running immediately into Luna. His little girl was not with his friend.
Alan Envy:
Luna?
In the action, all Luna could respond was a shrug and shake of her head. He immediately turned around and went back through the curtain. Marching down the ramp, he scanned the crowd, but he didn't acknowledge any of them. He was on a mission all the way to the ring. He slid inside and immediately found his feet before crossing the ring and demanding a microphone. Back to the center of the ring.
Alan Envy :
Stephy, if you are out there, I need you to meet me in the back. Okay, sweetie? You scared me, but you are not in trouble. I just need to know that you are…
That goddamned, head ringing, metal-on-metal clang, spun Envy around to the entrance.
“Ain't funny, is it…”
The screen above the stage flickered, static and then, blurred. A child whimpered and cried and the sound of a dragging chain banged out, link by link. Then, all that could be seen was the Godless Heathen from the South.
Heathen Jones:
...ya wanna talk `bout empty promises, Lonestar? How `bouts broken promises? Uh broken promise tuh love an´nurture an´uh lie dat ya'd protect her so dat ya always could.
Envy tried to speak or curse Heathen, whatever it was it was incoherent.
Heathen Jones:
SHUT UP ALAN! Ya had ya time last week an´ duh-week `fore dat. Shut up! See, ya gave meh uh empty promise when ya said, “Sure,” in ya goofy Texas voice, “I'll give you a shot at my Lonestar title” blah blah ...LIAR! Ya didn't even have duh power tuh say ya would. And, duh slime ball dat does, told meh no.
Heathen backs away from the camera, behind him a set of chains hang from the ceiling.
Heathen Jones:
Go… change… his… mind! She's countin’ on ya Lonestar… aren't ya sweetheart…
Unseen, Envy's baby girl screamed in the background, “DADDY!” and the screen went dark. Envy's heart sank, he could feel it pulling him down to his knees as he stared at the empty screen above the stage.
The crowd was in shock. There were angry dads, mothers that were mad beyond reason, all of them clutching tightly to their children as tears ran down all of their faces.
Corey Grimes has already finished showering and changed back into his backstage attire. He’s talking to one of the backstage employees when out of nowhere, a chair is slammed over his back. Corey crumbles to his knees when the chair is slammed over his head next and he drops down into a prone position. The camera gets a full view of who it is and it’s none other than Megan Rydell, who’s absolutely fuming. She slams the chair over his back several times before she bends down over him and begins to speak.
Megan Rydell:
You couldn’t leave it alone, could you!? No, no, no! You had to keep on harassing me, trying to get another match with me when I clearly said I fucking moved on! But that’s your problem, Corey, you don’t know how to move on. It’s why you still hold a candle for Aubrey, don’t you?
Megan slams the chair over Corey again.
Megan Rydell:
You’re fucking pathetic and while you might not get her back, you’re lucky enough that you won me over. Congratulations, Corey, so you see your prize? It’s an ass beating from me tonight and next week. You’ll get your rematch against me and it’s going to be no holds barred so I can finish you off for good.
Megan drops the chair on Corey when backstage personnel rush to the scene and tell her to leave. Meg rolls her eyes and walks off before the scene cuts away.
Megan Rydell:
You couldn’t leave it alone, could you!? No, no, no! You had to keep on harassing me, trying to get another match with me when I clearly said I fucking moved on! But that’s your problem, Corey, you don’t know how to move on. It’s why you still hold a candle for Aubrey, don’t you?
Megan slams the chair over Corey again.
Megan Rydell:
You’re fucking pathetic and while you might not get her back, you’re lucky enough that you won me over. Congratulations, Corey, so you see your prize? It’s an ass beating from me tonight and next week. You’ll get your rematch against me and it’s going to be no holds barred so I can finish you off for good.
Megan drops the chair on Corey when backstage personnel rush to the scene and tell her to leave. Meg rolls her eyes and walks off before the scene cuts away.
Hardcore Match
Selina Metzger VS KnoxRetribution. That’s what made Selina step into Gian’s office last week and ask for this match against Knox, challenging him in what’s turning out to be his wheelhouse. She couldn’t get over his attack three weeks ago at “A Family Affair” when he knocked her out with a chair shot to the back if the head as she was making her way down the ramp for their match. The match started with the German imposing her strength, pushing Knox back in the corner and swinging her hand for a knife edge chop. Knox’s quick reflexes allowed him to duck it, slipping out of the corner and moving behind the opponent’s shoulder, kicking her right leg. That seemed to be his gameplan in the first part of the match, stay away from Selina and her power moves and hit her with his swift kicks. And it worked, until she caught his leg and tossed him around with an exploder suplex. She quickly mounted on top of him, hammering the Hackerman with lefts and rights, unleashing all the frustration accumulated in these three weeks. When she was done, she grabbed Knox by the throat and lifted him, violently dropping him with a choke bomb. Instead of going for a cover, Metzger rolled out of the ring, introducing the first foreign object of this match. Obviously a steel chair. Tyler Bennett, Knox’s step sister and manager stepped up to Selina. She never really tried to stop the imposing woman, but she bought her brother a little bit of time that Knox immediately capitalized on, charging at the ropes and sliding under the bottom one with a baseball slide, connecting his feet against the chair and pushing it on Selina’s face. Outside the ring, Knox was definitely in his element, taking full advantage of the surrounding environment to maximize the punishment. He pushed her against the announcers table, landing a few right forearms before being pushed away by the German. Knox charged once again, Selina caught him and drove him down on the floor with a STO. After a powerbomb on the apron, the Ubermensch rolled her opponent back inside the ring, looking under the apron and pulling out a table. She slid it under the bottom rope and climbed back into the ring, unaware that while she was busy retrieving the foreign object, Tyler handed something to her brother. Knox was playing possum in the corner, keeping the weapon hidden behind his back. When Selina came to pick him up, he swung a wireless keyboard across her face. While she was recovering from the shot, he set the table up, leaning it against the corner. The final part of the match saw Selina back in control after connecting a wicked lariat. She even got very close to the win with the Double Chickenwing Facebuster, but the Hacker kicked out. Stalking the opponent, Selina was now waiting for him to get up and go for the Elbe Valley Driver, but then “All The Stars” by Kendrick Lamar blared out of the loudspeakers and the Lockdown Champion Luna appeared on the stage. Selina invited her to come down to the ring, but obviously the Star Of The Night wasn’t having none of it. Instead, she smiled, inviting the german to turn around right into a spear from Knox that sent her crashing through the table! A few moments and a #000000 out later, the number one contender for the Empire Extreme Championship got the three count and the win in this match. WINNER: Knox BY: Pinfall (#000000 Out), 12:13 |
Jared Idol: "Luna's distraction costed Selina the match against Knox!"
Bea Torres: "And it looks like the Lockdown champion has something to say!"
Luna raises her microphone chuckling lightly at the sight of her opponent laying on the mat. She looks then at the fans, shaking her head.
Luna:
You think that's worthy of my Lockdown Championship?
With that said, she disappears backstage.
Bea Torres:
Last week in Oklahoma City, we witnessed a blatant act of disrespect courtesy of the infamous Aries Armadaist. The Maple Leaf Mauler made his arrival here in Millennium Wrestling and immediately made his presence felt when he interrupted what was a great match between Christopher Kane and the Cloud Gate Champion Tiffany Tompkins, costing the champ her match, taking her title and stomping it under his boot.
Jared Idol:
The Underground superstar has been very vocal on social media recently, expressing his disdain of the Cloud Gate title and its young champion, even going as far as promising to change the title completely...that is if the champion accepts his challenge...
Bea Torres:
Well, although the Five Foot Death Machine isn't in the arena tonight, she has recorded a video for us to share with you all, addressing the events of the past week. Let's take a look...
With that said, the camera fades away from the commentary table and into a wide shot of an anonymous training room. The video, seemingly recorded from a mobile phone, shows Tiffany Tompkins, in her training gear, sitting on the side of one of the workout machines, facing down to the floor as she punches into her own palm. At first, Tiffany mumbles to herself.
Tiffany Tompkins:
I should have expected this...
She rocks her head back for a moment, shaking the hair from her face to reveal a look of pure hatred.
Tiffany Tompkins:
...I should have known better...
She uses her hand to pull the rest of her hair back over her head, but at the same time, she keeps her hand over her forehand, as if to give herself a face-palm.
Tiffany Tompkins:
I should have done something about it.
She takes a deep breath of frustration as she slightly clubs her own leg, trying her best to keep her anger to a minimum. Calming herself down, she finally stares into the camera with a look of ferocity in her eyes.
Tiffany Tompkins:
But I didn't. I let that fucking primate walk out to that ring, grab the Cloud Gate championship and smash it beneath his boot. Everything that title represents, everything I've done to earn that title, crushed like a little bug. And why? Why him? Why now?
She takes a moment to take another deep breath to try and calm herself down.
Tiffany Tompkins:
You know...I'm ashamed to admit this...but Aries Armadaist? I used to like him. Even despite being the biggest dickhead in the world, I used to find him entertaining. Most annoyingly, when I was breaking into this game, I used to respect him and everything he's done in his career. Of course I should have known better, but I didn't exactly have the best judge of character back then. And since then...well...let's just say, out of all the critics I have, out of everyone who said I could never be a wrestler, no one has been more vocal than Aries.
She smirks, for no other reason but spite towards the Steak Daddy.
Tiffany Tompkins:
It sickens me that I ever wanted him to respect me, because quite frankly, I don't think that's even possible. He doesn't respect anyone or anything. Shows how much of a fool I was. And yet, even now, I still can't shake this feeling that I have to prove something to him. I know him enough now to know that no one will ever change his mind about something, but I never thought he'd go as far as to squash the first championship I've ever earned. And the worst part about it? Did he do it as a way to challenge me? No. Did he do it to try and destroy everything I've fought for these past few months? No. Did he do it to bring even more critical aclaim to Millennium Wrestling? No. The reason why he did this is because he got annoyed on Twitter.
Tiffany stops herself from pulling her hair in frustration.
Tiffany Tompkins:
That's it. That's literally it. He learned about the Cloud Gate championship on social media and got annoyed by the idea. That primate thinks whatever he wants and does whatever he wants with no remorse and total disregard for everyone and everything around him. He wants to challenge me and change this championship because he wants to. Because he feels like it.
She stands up; the look on her face turning from anger to determination.
Tiffany Tompkins:
I was an idiot to think anything higher than what he truly is. Aries, if you really want to come here and take this title from me, well I say go ahead and try. You probably won't even listen but I don't even care. I'm done letting you try to ruin my life. I fought like fucking hell to win this title, I ain't letting a lummox like you take it away from me, and if I have to beat that into your fucking monkey brain then so be it. I ain't looking to earn respect. I'm looking to get you out of my life for good.
With that said, she reaches towards the camera to switch it off. After that, the scene fades out.
The cameras cut to the back early on, finding the current MWE Tag Team Champions standing just inside their locker area, getting ready for their match tonight against the BreeTee Committee. Quietly talking amongst themselves, so to speak.
Jet Blanchard:
You know, they’re gonna want to win harder than even before. They just wanted offa little losin’ streak before, but now? Sure we got ‘em that first time, but now we’re the champs and if they can take us, they got a good step up to wanting a shot at the titles. That’s just facts.
Penny nods, her fingers lightly tapping the plate of the belt around her waist.
Penny Kaplan:
It’s motivation, and well I can’t blame them a bit. We’ve been in the position they’re in, wanting a win so bad we could taste it. Wanting that first championship and all the doors that can open after that. So I can’t blame Bree or Teagan a bit for wanting this.
Jet reaches over and gently fixes a stray strand of her hair, a light grin on his face.
Jet Blanchard:
It’s wrestling, Pen. They could get us, for sure. Or we could get them again. Or another team wantin’ a shot at our championships could stroll on down and stick their noses in. But we didn’t get here, or do the things we’ve done on what ifs, just hard work and never backing down off a challenge. We get there, one way or the other.
She seems to cheer up and she darts in to hug her tag partner, her belt clinking lightly where it hits his.
Penny Kaplan:
You’re right. And we’re going to fight like these were on the line, even though they aren’t. After though, I want a smoothie. I want a peach smoothie.
Jet blinks, looking at her and then he realizes why - because of the arena name, and he laughs, patting her shoulder lightly.
Jet Blanchard:
Yeah aight we’ll find you one, after.
The cameras then cut elsewhere as they finish up.
Jet Blanchard:
You know, they’re gonna want to win harder than even before. They just wanted offa little losin’ streak before, but now? Sure we got ‘em that first time, but now we’re the champs and if they can take us, they got a good step up to wanting a shot at the titles. That’s just facts.
Penny nods, her fingers lightly tapping the plate of the belt around her waist.
Penny Kaplan:
It’s motivation, and well I can’t blame them a bit. We’ve been in the position they’re in, wanting a win so bad we could taste it. Wanting that first championship and all the doors that can open after that. So I can’t blame Bree or Teagan a bit for wanting this.
Jet reaches over and gently fixes a stray strand of her hair, a light grin on his face.
Jet Blanchard:
It’s wrestling, Pen. They could get us, for sure. Or we could get them again. Or another team wantin’ a shot at our championships could stroll on down and stick their noses in. But we didn’t get here, or do the things we’ve done on what ifs, just hard work and never backing down off a challenge. We get there, one way or the other.
She seems to cheer up and she darts in to hug her tag partner, her belt clinking lightly where it hits his.
Penny Kaplan:
You’re right. And we’re going to fight like these were on the line, even though they aren’t. After though, I want a smoothie. I want a peach smoothie.
Jet blinks, looking at her and then he realizes why - because of the arena name, and he laughs, patting her shoulder lightly.
Jet Blanchard:
Yeah aight we’ll find you one, after.
The cameras then cut elsewhere as they finish up.
Tag Team Match
Jetpack VS BreeTee Committee
Hands down the biggest match for Bree Smith and Teagan Gallagher since their debut in Millennium, against the current reigning and defending MWE Tag Team Champions Jetpack. Penny and Jet, still undefeated in MWE since making their debut two months ago back in December, wanted to shake the hands of their opponents before the match, showing them the respect they definitely earned week after week. Jet and Teegs were the chosen ones to start things off for the respective teams. Fearing Jet’s athleticism, Teagan tried to control the pace since the first moments of the match, switching to various holds on her arsenal, transitioning from a wristlock to a hammerlock and right into a headlock, taking Blanchard down on the mat. He made it back to his feet and tried to push her toward the ropes but Gallagher didn’t let him go, squeezing tighter her arm around his neck. Jet broke free with a couple of elbows to the ribs and gained some speed against the rope, leaping over Teegs and rolling her on her shoulders with a sunset flip. The irish girl kicked out in one, winging her leg to kick the seated opponent but Jet ducked it and rolled her up in another pinning predicament, this time getting a two count. Both competitors were back on their feet and the tag team champion charged at the opponent, who sidestepped and forced him to continue his run, hitting the ropes and coming back towards her. Jet anticipated whatever move Teagan had in mind with a jumping DDT, planting her on her head. He then kipped up back to his feet, drawing a round of applause from the fans and picked up Gallagher, lifting her on his shoulders in an argentine rack position and walking to the corner, where Penny tagged herself in and took the opponent down with a neckbreaker. She went for a cover after the tag team move known as May We All, but that wasn’t enough to win the match. PenPen was firmly in control, connecting with a low dropkick that sent Teagan on her knees and following up with a low angle DDT. She then climbed to the top rope and dove on the opponent with a frog splash, hooking the leg for another two count. Things definitely changed when Gallagher was able to make the tag and Bree entered the ring, taking Penny down with a clothesline. Her strength was something the multi time tag team champion didn’t seem able to counter, often finding herself flat on her back victim of Smith’s heavy strikes. And even when she did find a counter with an enziguri kick and tried to capitalize with a springboard crossbody, the former powerlifter caught her in mid air and dropped her on her knee, stopping the momentum she was trying to build. A couple of more near falls for the BreeTee Committee later, one of which was a really close call with the last of the three german suplexes she calls Power Of Bree, Penny caught the opponent off guard with a codebreaker and made it to the corner. Jet was once again the legal man, and the pace instantly picked up. He took Teegs off the apron preventing Bree from making the tag and took her down with a drop toe hold. He followed up with a leg drop to the back of the head. They went back and forth for a couple of minutes, trading blows in the middle of the ring until Bree caught him with a spinebuster, and made the tag to the fresher Gallagher. The time off the ring did good to Teagan, who fully recovered from the tough start and came in like a house on fire. She lifted him with a pumphandle suplex, following with a somersault senton, but Jet wasn’t staying down. Actually, he was able to counter a suplex into a ddt, turning the momentum back in his favor. The end came in the most sudden and surprising way, with Teagan catching him off guard with an inside cradle and stealing a win against the champions, who looked at each other in disbelief. The same look that Bree and Teagan had on their faces when they realized what just happened. WINNER: BreeTee Committee BY: Pinfall (Inside Cradle), 15:29 |
Bea Torres: "THEY DID IT! THEY BEAT JETPACK!"
Jared Idol: "Talk about the upset of the night! The BreeTee Committee just pinned the champions!"
Bea Torres: "This means..."
Jared Idol: "Aye. Bree and Teagan might have just earned themselves a title shot at Deep In The Heart."
SERO, OMI, and NEON don’t seem to be about the shits this evening as they trek through the hallways of the Smoothie King Center. They're all black suits give them the look of hitmen heading off to complete a mission. The cameraman bravely steps forward to get a better shot. But in doing so, he made his presence know to The Happy Few. OMI gives him a wayward look; but she isn’t concerned about him. NEON gives him a nasty glance; if looks could kill, he’d be the grave. SERO? He simply snaps his fingers and continues walking alongside his sisters. June Oikawa steps into the frame a few seconds later. Her body virtually blocks out The Happy Few as they head towards the locker room arena. She nods her head before she speaks.
June Oikawa:
Good evening. I was informed by SERO to address you all if the need should arise. The Happy Few are not in the mood to speak verbally right now. Nonetheless, they will let their actions and their fists do the talking tonight.
She nods her head.
June Oikawa:
Despite NEON defeating Javen one-on-one and nearly ripping his arm off, The Happy Few have not forgotten about The Brothers McMillion. They still remember how The Brother McMillion cheated in order to eliminate OMI and NEON at Imperium. If they hadn’t? Millennium would probably have a different set of tag team champions. NEON in particular had some choice words that she asked me to share. But I’ve elected not to. I think you all understand what will happen when either Christian or Javen enter into the ring tonight.
There’s a seconds pause.
June Oikawa:
And then there is Duke Andrews, the friend of the brothers. I was asked to tell you that friendship and loyalty are wonderful virtues; but sometimes, that friendship and loyalty will place you into a rough spot. That is the very position you are in tonight, Duke. A rough spot because of the actions of your friends. SERO says that you should hold them at fault for anything that happens in this match.
With that, June nods her head.
June Oikawa:
That is all I have to tell you this evening.
The camera fades out as June turns on her heels and walks away.
Trios Match
Brothers McMillion & Duke Andrews VS The Happy Few
Another trio match for the Brothers McMillion and Duke Andrews, against the most dangerous group in MWE today, The Happy Few who competed together as a team for the first time tonight. The match started with Javen and SERO meeting in the middle of the ring and trading shots. Never a smart move if you’re up against the Iron Rougarou champion whose strikes and kicks were hitting Javen with deadly precision. Javen tried a comeback, creating himself an opening with a headbutt and following with some forearm shots. He then grabbed SERO’s wrist and whipped him against the ropes, going for a spinning heel kick. You gotta believe that the leader of The Few had made his research and studied tapes, expecting this move from the opponent and ducking it with a slide and popping up behind Javen’s back, dropping him on his neck with a snap dragon suplex, making the tag to his “sister” NEON right after. And the Tiny Dragon still had a score to settle with the younger of the McMillions. Something that started back at Imperium when Javen scored the elimination on her with a roll up and grabbing her trunks, and that, despite the rematch between the two one week after, NEON still was going to make him pay for. She picked up where SERO left, connecting a Tiger Suplex ‘85 and attempting the first pinfall of the match, only getting a two count. Javen didn’t seem able to build any momentum, every time he tried any offense, NEON had a counter for it. She hit her Northern Lights Suplex/Double foot stomp combination, following with the Umeda Skyline (Best Moonsault Ever), hooking the leg for another pinfall. This time, it was Christian Michaels saving his brother and his team. Things changed when Javen’s middle kick was blocked by the Tiny Dragon. This time though the Memphis born had an ace up his sleeve, countering with a mule kick that gave him just enough time to crawl to his corner and tag Duke in. Andrews entered the ring and NEON quickly charged at him, getting caught with his Crossroads (Leg Hook Reverse STO). Duke then taunted SERO and OMI, inviting them to come and get some, but the two members of The Few didn’t take the bait. He then turned his attention back to NEON, whipping her in the corner and launching himself with all his bodyweight on her. As she fell down, he started stomping her on the mat with his Red Wing Stomp. He was in complete control in this phase of the match, getting a near fall after a brainbuster. This probably lead him to make the first mistake of his match, getting overconfident and lowering his guard, leaving himself exposed to NEON’s running spike DDT. With both opponents down, it became a matter of who made it to his corner before the opponent to make the tag. Despite NEON being closer to her teammates, all the punishment she had been through took a lot out of her, and her movements were extremely slow. Duke reached Christian Michaels and tagged him in. Kelsey’s husband went straight for SERO and OMI, dropping the first one off the apron but missing the shot to the Typhoon, who jumped off the apron and dodged his right punch. He then picked up NEON, who placed her head under his chin and dropped to her knees, knocking CM down and making the tag to OMI. Just like Christian before her, she charged at the opposite corner and took Duke down with a dropkick. Javen swung a punch, OMI ducked it and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back before jumping once again and sending him crashing against the barricade with a standing dropkick. CM was now back on his feet on The Few corner, Omi charged at him with a jumping knee followed by a bulldog. She waited for him to stand up before going for her Super Cyclone (Tornado Kick), probably the most dangerous move in MWE today. And Christian was well aware of it, stepping back and tripping on his own leg trying to avoid it. Falling on his ass might not have been the greatest spot of the night, but sure it saved him from a possible knockout. After the big scare, OMI and CM fought a very even match. He almost got the win with a neckbreaker, she answered with the Eye Of The Storm, a series of palm strikes followed by a spinning backfist and a bicycle knee. The action kept going back and forth until Christian whipped OMI in his team’s corner. And then we saw the kind of chemistry the three veterans had, and that lead them to be the inaugural Hybrid Triad Champions. Quick tags taking turns to wear the japanese wrestler down, combined moves like the Catapult-O-Doom when Christian launched her into a clothesline from Javen or the jackhammer/swanton bomb combination that required NEON saving her team. It was a miracle that allowed OMI to escape the Andrews effect and make the tag to SERO. The Panther King and the Michigan’s favorite son went back and forth for a few minutes, hitting the opponent with all the strength they were capable of. Until SERO ducked one of Duke’s hooks and lifted him over his shoulders, dropping him down and following with a discus punch. The Tekken Tachikaze knocked Andrews down, and SERO made the cover forcing, once again, Javen to save his teammate. NEON entered the ring and charged at Javen with a running Roundhouse. CM didn’t stay there watching his brother getting beat up by the Japanese, stepping into the ring and lifting her in a suplex position, dropping her on the outside. It was now OMI’s turn to enter the ring and catching Christian right on the temple with her Super Cyclone, knocking him out just like she did to Rebecca Saint at Imperium. The referee was trying to restore some order pushing back to her corner, but Javen did his job for him, taking OMI and himself out with a crossbody that sent both competitors crashing on the floor outside. With the referee’s back turned, Duke surprised SERO with a low blow, picking him over his shoulders and slamming him down with the Andrews Effect. The referee turned around just in time to make the count. WINNER: Brothers McMillions & Duke Andrews BY: Pinfall (Andrews Effect), 16:38 |
Bea Torres: "They just beat The Happy Few!"
Jared Idol: "Under controversial circumstances but yes they did."
Bea Torres: "I guess SERO doesn't like Destroy Dick December anymore now..."
Jared Idol: "None of the Happy Few looks... Happy about it."
Bea Torres: "HAHAHA THEY'RE THE UNHAPPY FEW NOW!"
The camera cuts backstage, showing Brittany April stretching as we are literally minutes away from the main event. She has her earbuds on, music has always been a huge part of a wrestler pre-match ritual. That's probably the only thing pteventing her from hearing Saki chuckling, hidden behind some crates, a few steps away from her.
The camera cuts back inside the ring. The red carpet covering the mat, the table set up in the center of the ring with two chairs one in front of the other and the presence of Millennium's General Manager Gianluigi Vaccaro leave no doubts. The moment everybody has been waiting for since it was announced that their presence at Imperium was not only a courtesy visit to their friends Uncanny Socialites and Jetpack had finally come. We are about to witness the contract signing between Seth Iser and Shawn Fox for their match at Deep In The Heart. With a big smile on his face, impeccable in his fancy tailor made italian suit, Gianluigi Vaccaro brings the microphone to his lips.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
When I accepted this job, I made a promise. To miss van Beek, to the board of directors. To myself.
A brief pause.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I promised that i would've made this company thrive, that I would've brought the best wrestling in the world to this company, that I would've turned Millennium in a must see show.
A loud "Millennium" chant rises from the capacity crowd filling the Smoothie King Center, interrupting Gian's speech.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
And you people keep telling me each and every week that I'm on the right path.
Another round of cheers.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
We built one of the most deep and talented rosters, a tag team division that, no need to be shy, one of the best and most competitve out there. But that wasn't enough. Not for me. Don't get me wrong, I am proud of every single one of the people in the back, they are the ones who week in and week out sell twenty thousand tickets, they are the ones who sell out every single arena we step foot in. But when I saw that Vince Moretti and Seth Iser were looking for a stage to fight Shawn Fox one more time while IYHWF was on hiatus, I knew that I had to bring them here.
A match like this deserves a stage like Millennium, and Millennium deserves a match like this.
So, without further ado, it's an honor and a privilege for me to bring you the current FGA Pride Champion and the former In Your House Champion... Seth Iser and Shawn Fox!
The beginning rumblings of ‘Psychosocial’ starts to play and this audience, though they’ve only heard it a second time, are booing already. There isn’t much of a delay this time compared to the last as Seth Iser lumbers through the curtains and the boos get louder for the man. The professionally dressed Iser is wearing a black and white suit but he’s not wearing the Pride championship nor the Bad Omen’s pin he wore the previous time he appeared on the screen. For the moment he’s ignoring the people going down the entrance ramp. He’s stoic in how he’s walking down to the ring but as he steps on the ring steps he peers to the audience finally and his eyeballs lock onto something. A sign he saw the last time he appeared on television.
‘Go Fox Yourself’
And it’s being waved around by the same fan in the front row. This time Seth just approaches the man with a scowl and he retorts with a vulgar slur you would not want your children hearing. That’s all that Seth needs to hear to snatch the sign with his right hand and then rip it up in front of him and chuck the pieces at the fan who said something to him first. This doesn’t win him many friends as they begin chanting one word at him.
‘ASSHOLE!”
‘ASSHOLE!’
‘ASSHOLE!’
This doesn’t phase Iser in the slightest as he then starts to climb up the steps and enters the ring eyeballing Vaccaro briefly who acknowledges it with a nod before he takes the far chair and he places his feet on the table on the end with his arms crossed just scowling down at the entrance ramp. But the chanting that Seth Iser is an asshole continues until the music dies down but it’s as if Seth doesn’t hear the chant anyway. He has tunnel vision. He’s not even acknowledging the presence of the security guards who didn’t really do their job when Seth ripped that sign up.
Well I'm a gangster in 1934
Junkies, winos, pimps, and whores
And all you men, women and kids
Best stay out of the way
Machine Gun Blues by Social Distortion plays and there’s a loud wave of sound from the fans as out from the back strolls former In Your House Champion Shawn Fox! He's dressed to the nines in a custom suit jacket and expensive slacks, Italian leather shoes and a necklace from JMJ's Dearsaints collection gleaming against the pristine white button up shirt he's wearing. He walks in relaxed fashion down the ramp, slapping a few hands here and there until he gets to the bottom. He goes up the steps and throws both hands up as if embracing the fans before he slips into the ring between the ropes after wiping his shoes on the apron.
I just left your town
Took all your loot
Wore a pink carnation and a pinstripe suit
A hopped up V8 Ford, and some two-tone shoes
And I'm already gone
I left a pool of blood and sorrow
I've got the machine gun blues
He lets the music fade out and catches the microphone tossed to him, and with a grin he belts out.
Shawn Fox:
HELLO NEW ORLEANS!
He soaks in the reaction, his eyes on the 'relaxed' Iser and lets the uproar die down before he speaks again.
Shawn Fox:
Now keep your eyes on the ring, ladies and gents. This is about to get interesting… because I’m here.
He winks and takes his seat, setting the live mic on the table in favor of the setup waiting for the signing. Seth breaks his silence at this point.
Seth Iser:
Security guards you’re dismissed.
Iser’s voice is booming and commanding and he said it as soon as Fox took his seat. Neither have even looked at the contract and this draws a somewhat cross look from Vaccaro but Iser isn’t even looking at him. He finally turns his glance from Fox to the Security Guards who haven’t moved yet.
Seth Iser:
I said security guards…you are dismissed. Don’t make me say it a third time.
It’s harsher this time the tone and Seth’s scowl is a full blown glare. The fans, as much as they might want physicality between Fox and Seth, boo the hell out of how Seth is going about it. Seth starts raising the microphone back to his lips and this causes one of the security guards to look away from him and start walking off. As soon as one starts, the others then follow him and Seth has successfully intimidated the guards away from ringside.
Seth Iser:
Ever since I knew we were going to A. sign this contract, and B: be face to face to do this...I had thought long and hard about what to say or what I could say. But that’d be disingenuous considering our profession. It’s coming from the heart. And the truth is...I’ve been chasing you for about a year and a half. If we waited until July it’d be two years. First real big name match since I came back from recovering from injuries and it was against you. And a lesser man like most of these people in the audience…
This also doesn’t win Seth any friends as they begin booing him once again and Seth just puts on a scowl toward the boos.
Seth Iser:
If they were in my position, and thank God they aren’t, they might just trumpet the fact that I wasn’t in full ring shape yet. Working off the rust so to speak...but that’s disingenuous and bullshit. And with the standards I hold Shawn...and time ticking down on my career...I cannot and will not have something like this hanging over my head. The idea that you’re a better wrestler than me. Some people still think this is personal...I know it is between you and Blyss for example...but between you and me? It’s merely about who is better, a concept that seems long lost to some of the new generation...but since you’re the man who usually asks that one question or says that one little thing that marinates in someone’s brain like a ticking time bomb until you pull the trigger...rather than you ask the question...I have one of my own.
Seth finally puts his feet off the table and the scowl is still glued on his face by in large. He looks bothered though as sweat is already coming from his head.
Seth Iser:
I’ve called myself Wrestling’s Greatest Mind and people have referred to me as one of the more prideful individuals who has ever stepped foot in the squared circle. How can I really call myself that name and how can I have that kind of pride when you’re the one who almost always gets by with their hand raised over me? I might have won the Pride Title, Shawn...but you beating me the way you have has started the process of eroding my pride! I’ve been wrestling for a long time...I might be the healthiest I’ve been in years physically but you started a process that nobody’s ever done to me. You took my pride. And it’s been a damn knife twisting in my stomach making myself sick every freak’n time I look myself in the mirror because it’s not there anymore.
And he pauses before leaning back on his chair still with that scowl on his face.
Seth Iser:
And I want it back...I need it back. And going through you, above even winning that Pride championship or the three Proving Ground straps that I do have to my credit, is the best way of getting it back.
Seth is very animated, his voice is a slightly higher pitch than usual in that closing. And he’s almost desperate. Shawn, in contrast, seems far more relaxed - especially considering the setting and the almost feverish sort of anticipation rolling off the fans as they listen to Seth wind up and get truly impassioned with his words. Shawn’s hand is up, that single angel’s wing in his fingers as he listens and waits to be sure that Seth is done rather than interrupt and wind him further with an also expected smartass remark.
Shawn Fox:
I get it, Seth. I mean I could pick apart what you’re saying and then lay it out next to the frustrations that your little coffee klatch has caused me during the last year or so.
He looks up, steady as he lifts his free hand, opening it palm up.
Shawn Fox:
Of course, you understand just a little better than they all seem to. You watch, you use that brain of yours, thinking outside the box and a man like me? I appreciate that. I appreciate you, in fact. I’m not shy about it, and while I know it’s eaten a hole down in you that I’m exactly as good as I advertise myself to be, imagine being that good and getting robbed hand over fist by people that aren’t good enough to tie your trainer’s shoes and he quit wrestling after his best friend broke his neck in the middle of the ring on accident.
Shawn’s fingers slowly begin to close, making a fist.
Shawn Fox:
And you choose to hang with these people, Seth. Or have them hang on your success, your experience, and your ability to absorb punishment they earned. But. That’s neither here nor there, I’m just saying.
A slight smirk as there’s a pop from the fans that either know the phrase or are learning what it means for this pair, and especially Shawn. Seth leans back on his chair unable to fully suppress a reaction to that.
Shawn Fox:
Frankly they need to thank you, often and copiously. Though, this? Isn’t Australia. They try their tricks here?
He laughs. He full on laughs, clearly referencing the many Tweets that the Bad Omens have put up implying that Seth will have their support.
Shawn Fox:
Frankly I’d be insulted if I were you, that they think you need help to beat me just because all of them did.
You can see the vein in Seth’s forehead. He’s clearly furious.
Seth Iser:
They will NOT be a factor, Shawn. This is between you and me. And they have no jurisdiction here. We might be a group...but they didn’t sign the contract to set this up. I did. They’d be the only people in the building supporting me perhaps but...they know better than to intervene in something like this. But...there is something in wrestling Shawn… where you don’t have to worry about anything like that since you think that might be a factor. Something even more effective than a cage...something in the traditions of the sport going back decades but rarely brought in because people seldom have the gumption to dare participate in such a thing. So while it’s not on the paper...let’s agree to something to make sure it ISN’T a factor.
Seth has at least verbally managed to calm himself down even if he seems slightly defensive but it looks like the gears in his brain are working.
Seth Iser:
All we need is a ref, and someone to ring the bell to signal the match has begun and that the match is over. No people. No noise. No miscellaneous B.S. No people chanting ‘Go Fox Yourself’ or calling me whatever derogatory term. To the people who haven’t figured it out yet, I’ll spell it out for you: Empty Arena match.
Suddenly Shawn drops his hand to the table with a slap, firm, and he gives a nearly angelic smile to Seth.
Shawn Fox:
I was already intrigued, as the quote goes, but now you’ve got my full attention. Seth? You’re on.
Seth, while he doesn’t smile, at least visually relaxes a little bit. He doesn’t look AS tense.
Seth Iser:
This started between the two of us. By all means it must end between the two of us as well. And unlike the Saints...nobody will be screwed by other factors.
This reminder of the NFC title game gets Seth booed the loudest anyone’s been booed in this building yet and this at least puts a semblance of a smirk on his face as he finally takes hold of the contract with his free hand skimming through the details.
Seth Iser:
No excuses for either of us now. This is the way it should be...period. And this is the way I’ll get my pride back.
After that last statement Seth ends up signing the contract after that last verbal agreement and places it back on the table. The smirk is gone though as he slides it over Shawn’s direction. Shawn also looks it over, doing a quick and practice skim over the wording before he pulls a pen out of his jacket pocket and signs it with a flourish. He then turns his attention to the politely waiting GM, and cracks a smirk of his own.
Shawn Fox:
You may want to step back.
He shoots to his feet and the fans of course explode a bit, especially after the hostile booing they’d just subjected Seth to after his mention of the playoffs. He stares at Seth, then gestures to him with one hand. The gesture is enough for Seth to flip the table over and out of the ring with his right hand. The fans are cheering loudly thinking this might be where everything explodes. The security that had left begins to make its potential trek down but before it can even enter the ring...it’s Seth who exits it to a HUGE chorus of boos. The security guards do get there but Seth has his hands up showing he’s not threatening but keeps his eyes locked on Shawn as he begins retreating knowing the business has concluded.
Six Way Match
#1 Contendership for the MWE Championship
Kelsey Spencer VS Rebecca Saint VS Christopher Kane #1 Contendership for the MWE Championship
VS Brittany April VS Dean Smith VS Cole Gregory
And finally, the match everyone had been waiting for was under way. Six of the best talents in MWE today, one fall to a finish and an opportunity to compete for the top prize in the company at stake. The Uncanny Socialites, Christopher Kane and his sister, Brittany April, Cole Gregory and Dean Smith who had been making waves in Riot… They were all in the ring at the same time, brother against sister, tag partner against tag partner. And as soon as the bell rang, all hell broke loose. Cole locked up with Dean, trading hard strikes just like they did in their previous encounter under the Invictus rules. Brittany took it up to Kelsey, while Chris and Rebecca where trading holds. Dean dropped his rival out of the ring with a clothesline, turning his attention to the Spencer/Kane duo. The former Cloud Gate Champion dropped Kelsey on her back with a STO, turning into a straight punch from Smith that caught her on the jaw and left her staggered. Dean showed all his strength by lifting her in a gorilla press position, strutting around a little too long and ending up eating a superkick from Gregory. When Dean fell down, Brittany fell on top of him and the referee started counting, reaching two before Cole broke the pin and tossed the blonde opponent outside the ring. Brittany was reached soon after by her brother, courtesy of a belly to belly suplex to the outside from Saint. She quickly glanced over to Kelsey, who nodded at her. And the Uncanny Socialites temporarily joined forces taking care of the two remaining opponents, with some double team moves including their patented Candy Coated Fury, a series of alternating chops. A move as simple as it was effective, especially when followed with a double suplex, dropping Cole on his back right in the middle of the ring. Another nod, and Kelsey and Rebecca positioned themselves in two opposite corners. The fans started cheering, knowing what was coming next… Spencer charged at him with a superkick, while Saint hit him with a discus elbow smash for the Socialites Sandwich, a move that gave them so many wins in the past. After the move connected, before any of them could make any move, Dean levelled them both with a double clothesline and tried to capitalize on their work with a cover, interrupted by the returning Christopher Kane who dove on him and broke the pin. The fast paced, back and forth action was hard to keep track of, especially with six people involved. But as the match went on and fatigue started kicking in, the herd thinned, leaving only CK and Kelsey now in the ring. Chris had the opponent in a front facelock and lifted her over his head dropping her forward as he fell on his back and lifted his knees for a double knee gutbuster. He quickly moved in for a cover, but Brittany came back in and saved the match. He stood up, staring at his sister as Kelsey rolled away. The two Kanes were now once again one in front of the other, months after their first “match” when Chris laid down allowing her Britt, who later that night won the Cloud Gate Championship, to get an easy win. But that wasn’t going to happen tonight, not with so much at stakes. After an intense staredown, the two kids of the late Brad Kane started going at each other in an all out brawl. Chris came out on top, sending Brittany against the ropes and going for a clothesline, ducked by the former Cloud Gate Champion who bounced back from the ropes with a sling blade. She then climbed onto the second rope and jumped on him with a moonsault, from which he kicked out in two. Cole slid back into the ring, pulling Brittany back to her feet and rocked her with a couple of elbow shots, whipping her in the corner and jumping at her with a dropkick. The other Kane slowly made it back to his feet and he swung his punch when Cole charged at him, missing his target who then jumped on the middle rope and took him down with a springboard roundhouse kick. Before he could go for a cover, Rebecca dropped him on his back with a German Suplex, standing up and turning around to Smith’s MD, the diving flying knee that gave him two knockouts in his Riot matches. Kelsey avenged her team partner, bravely taking on the bigger man with some quick jabs, followed with a reverse side kick that doubled him over, perfectly positioned for a somersault neckbreaker. Chris broke the pinfall attempt, moving behind Kelsey’s back and dropping her with an half and half suplex. Fifteen minutes in and the match wasn’t slowing down yet. Rebecca saint had Brittany in the corner, raining heavy right hands on her face. In the middle of the ring Cole and Dean were locked in a clinch, with the former Anarchy champion driving knees to the face of the opponent. His hard strikes eventually took smith down and Gregory quickly locked him in his Cole-Lapse. Rebecca saw that out of the corner of her eyes, immediately stopping punching the opponent and grabbing her for a monkey flip, sending Brittany right on top of Cole and breaking the triangle choke. Kane slid back behind her and locked her in a sleeper hold. Becky was struggling for air, starting to fade out. That’s when Kelsey Spencer recovered from the Tornado DDT with which Brittany took her out a couple of minutes ago and went to rescue her tag team partner. Before she could reach them, Christopher dropped Saint with a sleeper suplex. When he made it back to his feet though, Kelsey was there, greeting him with two european uppercuts and kicked him in the stomach, calling for the Deprivation DDT. Brittany saved her brother with a superkick to the back of the blue haired woman, finishing with The Tribute. As she turned around to make the cover, she saw Dean smith charging at her with a spear. Such was the speed and strength in his move that the momentum pushed them both outside the ring, leaving Cole and Chris alone. Gregory showed why he’s one of the most feared strikers with a lightning quick series of kicks, to the legs, to the ribs and completing the sequence with a jumping knee. Chris was down, but not out yet, raising his shoulder in the nick of time. Cole went then for his finishing move, the Cole-lateral Damage (Springboard Roundhouse). At the very last second Kane moved out of the way, quickly picking the opponent up in a suplex position and planting him with a piledriver. The fans erupted in cheers as an exhausted Chris made the cover. Rebecca Saint desperately jumped on him to break the pinfall, but she was one moment too late, and Chris was declared winner and new number one contender for the MWE Championship. WINNER: Christopher Kane BY: Pinfall (Untitled Finale II), 19:21 |
Bea Torres: "CHRISTOPHER KANE!!!"
Jared Idol: "He said he was going to win it and he did exactly that..."
Christopher Kane is breathing hard as he calls for a microphone after his match against the five others for the number one contendership. The New Orleans crowd is on their feet as he takes a moment to compose himself.
Christopher Kane:
Tonight, I said I needed to win this and I did. I needed to win this so I can show myself and all of you that I can be one of the best wrestlers in this company.
Applause for the second generation talent.
Christopher Kane:
I will become the Millennium Wrestling Enterprise Champion. There isn’t a thing Nessa Wall can do about it either. I am a guy who can be the face of this company unlike her. When was the last time we saw Nessa talk about anything really important regarding this company? When was the last time we saw Nessa state that she liked being here. Go ahead, I’ll give everyone a minute or two.
He does exactly that.
Christopher Kane:
I had to remind myself earlier today that she was indeed our top champion because she’s a ghost. She’s something that comes out for her match and leaves. She does her job and leaves. She doesn’t give a shit about this company. Not like I do, not like you people do.
More cheers.
Christopher Kane:
So if Nessa Wall thinks she is going to leave with that title when I get her in the ring? She’s dead wrong. I will be the guy, despite what Grace thinks, despite what SERO may think, despite what anyone may think, I will be that guy. I want to be that guy. More than anyone else that steps in this ring, I want to be the name people think of when they think of Millennium wrestling.
He takes a pause for the crowd to cheer again.
Christopher Kane:
Nessa, enjoy holding that title for a little while longer because after our match, and you’ve stared at the lights, you can finally go about doing whatever else you want because it’s clearly not giving a shit about this company.
He drops the microphone and doesn’t bother celebrating in the win. He simply walks up the ramp and goes to the back.