MWE Presents: Deep In The Heart (night 2)

MWE Presents: Deep In The Heart (night 2) Feb 17, 2019 21:44:42 GMT -6

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Post by gvb on Feb 17, 2019 21:44:42 GMT -6

Millennium presents: Deep In The Heart -night 2

Live from AT&T Center in San Antonio, TX
Sunday, February 17th, 2019

"Bloody Nose" by Hollywood Undead blares out of the loudspeakers, welcoming the fans to the second night of Deep In The Heart, MWE's biggest pay-per-view. The location is the same, the AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas. The atmosphere is electric, just like it was last night. Twenty thousands fans screaming and yelling as a beautiful pyrotechnics display explodes on the stage. The camera then move over the fans, showing some handmade signs.

"FUCK YOU HAWK" "Fear The Reaver" "#Lonestar4Lyfe" "Jetpack 4 Eva" "Lockdown Wang" "YELL PILEDRIVER!" "Bourbon Section" "VIOLENT CRIMES CHAMPIONSHIP" "FUCK THE BEAN" "Tiffany Tompkins can have my babies"

Sitting at ringside, just like last night, the commentary teams from both shows were ready to call the action.

Jared Idol: "Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to night two of..."

Bea Torres: "DEEP IN THE HEART!"

Alyx Valero: "I don't know you guys, but I'm so excited for tonight... Envy versus Jones, Reeves versus van Beek, the first ever Riot and Invictus champions to be crowned, the MWE tag team titles on the line..."

Zackary Dyson: "And don't forget Aries vs Tiffany for the Cloud Gate Championship...."

Alyx Valero: "Huh...."

Zackary Dyson: "What?"

Bea Torres: "... He's speechless! Which could be a problem considering his job but... CAN YOU BLAME HIM? Tonight is gonna be glorious so let's just start it odd, shall we?"

Singles Match
#1 Contendership for the Riot Championship

Zakari Wiley VS Gabriel Hooke

Two opposite approach at wrestling. On one side the epitome of respect and sportsmanship, the Takedown Artist Gabriel Hooke. Squaring off against him, La Sombra Negro Zakari Wiley, someone who doesn't hesitate to take a shortcut at any given opportunity, just like she did in their first match back at the first episode of Riot, just like she tried to do in the tag match they lost a week later against Levi and Olivia Wythe. Tonight, the score will be settled, and with high stakes. A granted title shot at whoever will walk out of the six-way match later tonight as the first ever Riot Champion.

Zakari tried for a quick win right off the bat with a sunset flip, only getting a count of one. Gabriel rolled back on his feet and swung his leg to kick her head off. Zakari ducked it and rolled him up once again, getting a count of two out of it this time. Setting a quick pace for the match, Zakari was keeping constant pressure on Hooke, always moving and staying away from his grasp. When he eventually managed to catch her in a waistlock, she broke free with an elbow to the face, following with a Pele Kick. Wiley then climbed to the top rope and jumped on him with a frog splash, hooking the leg and making yet another pinfall attempt. Once again Gabriel kicked out.

Hooke was struggling to find a way to contrast the speed of his opponent who was wrestling a perfect match tonight, focused and determined as rarely seen before. Luckily for him, Zakari made a mistake taking too much time on the top rope before diving for her Total Eclipse. At that point, Gabriel had already moved out of the way, trying to capitalize on it with a magistral cradle. Whiley kicked out, getting hit with a couple of forearm shots and tossed against the ropes. Gabriel was there waiting for her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker when she rebounded back. And just like that, the momentum was now turned completely in Hooke's favor. In front of the delighted San Antonio crowd, he had the chance to put on display all his technical prowess, starting a series of German Suplex, the last one bridging into a pin. A minute later, Zakari found herself once again with her shoulders on the mat after Gabriel's Alabama Slam into a jacknife cover.

Right when he seemed to be in full control, one big move away from closing the match, Zakari pulled one of her many tricks and raked his eyes, surprising him with a hurricanrana. Hooke was now in the corner and Whiley quickly charged at him with with a yakuza kick, following with a bulldog and a cover. Gabriel kicked out, receiving a knee to the stomach for his trouble. Hitting the ropes, Zakary went for a wheelbarrow ddt, but Gabriel caught her and turned it into his finishing move, a belly to back wheelbarrow facebuster into an Oklahoma Roll, earning his title shot at the end of a pleasant opening contest.

WINNER: Gabriel Hooke
BY: Pinfall (Hooked On A Facebuster), 8:41

We find ourselves in the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see the one and only Christina Rose. She cracks an evil grin on her lips as she is surrounded by the likes of her paparazzi following. She offers a wicked chuckle as she could be seen clad in her Mega Man colored attire. She shakes her head as she looks deeply into the camera.

Christina Rose:
Holy shit look at that I guess I made it to the PPV. About fucking time that I get my respect! It’s about time I get what rightfully belongs to me and that one thing is a chance. I know I am the best damn wrestler in this company and I just needed a chance to expose that about me. Now what could really shift my career into some serious gear is if I walk in tonight and walk out as the number one contender for the Lock Down Championship. At the end of the day that is what it’s about, and that’s what it has always been about.

Christina smiles as she runs her hands through her hair as she cracks a wicked grin.

Christina Rose:
IT has always been about me putting on a show. About me being the best I can possibly be and showing to the rest of the world that they simply don’t measure up to what I am bringing to the table. I deserve to win this match tonight for the simple fact that I have so much to gain by stepping in the ring with Selina…

Crystal can’t help but chuckle as she shakes her head in disgust and continues to speak.

Christina Rose:
So in order to gain that match with Selina… In order to get that match in which I can redeem myself and basically tell the rest of the roster and the world to fuck off I need to get through three other competitors in order to prove myself.

Crystal however smiles as she looks at her finger nails as she doesn’t seem to be impressed.

Christina Rose:
The reality is I shouldn’t have to prove myself to anybody! I am the show. I am the past, present and the entire future of this company, and I deserve my respect. I feel like I haven’t been getting the respect I rightfully deserve and it’s time to change all of that with a major win tonight. I have the pleasure of opening the show tonight but you know what it doesn’t really matter to me because I will kick this show up with a bang. I will bring out the major win and if that means getting over the likes of Bruce Wang, Jacob Figgins and Declan Pierce so be it, but I deserve this opportunity. I deserve my spot because I am the featured attraction. I am the Multi Media Queen, and most importantly than that I will be a winner.

Christina smiles as she stands there with a grin on her lips but suddenly we can see a petite wrestler walking in her direction. It is the likes of Kate Steele she stands there with a smile on her face as she shakes her head looking at one of her long time mentors.

Kate Steele:
So that’s it… You are just going to bloody stand there and act like you can say the same thing over and over every week without offering results. I been to the top before! I was Lockdown Champion before and I earned it!

Christina Rose:
And what are you doing now exactly?! Besides losing every single match trying to carry Teddy to success? Where have you gone?

Kate just sighs as she shakes her head as she looks away for a few moments before speaking again.

Kate Steele:
I tried my best but tonight it isn’t about Teddy. It is about me and I will get back to my winning ways. I will beat Robbie Bourbon and Yona Blake.

Christina Rose:
Are you sure about that? Ever since you lost that LockDown Championship you have slipped down into the realm of irrelevancy.

Kate Steele:
At least it’s better to be a has been in this company then to be a never was.

Christina Rose:
Funny…. Keep laughing Katey Kins… Tonight I will show you and the rest of the world why people should respect me. it’s time to roll the credits on the rest of the competition and prove why I am still here.

Kate Steele:
Go out and do it then, and watch how I choke out my competition that’s a promise.

The two women stare at one another with grins on their faces as we go to elsewhere.

Fatal 4-way Match
#1 Contendership for the Lockdown Championship

Declan Pierce VS Crystal Hilton VS Bruce Wang VS Jacob Figgins

With a shot at the new Lockdown Champion Selina Metzger on the line, there was a lot of pressure on these four competitors tonight, as you could tell by the look on their face. A new champion means new rules for the Lockdown title, and this unknown only added tension to the competitors. As soon as the bell rang, Wang charged at Figgins, who sidestepped and tripped his leg sending him crashing face first on the second turnbuckle. Crystal Hilton and Declan Pierce started trading blows, something that was definitely in Declan’s alley rather than Crystal’s. And in fact it only took him a couple of right hands to knock down the purple haired woman, who was then sent against the ropes and tossed in the air with a ridiculously high back body drop. The multi time champion landed hard on the mat, arching her back in pain. Pierce turned his attention to Figgles who was stomping poor Bruce’s face to the mat. The Prince Piledriver rested his hand on Jacob’s shoulder and spun him around, hitting him with a headbutt that sent him in the corner. In the meantime Wang had rolled out of the ring, recovering from the initial onslaught. Declan dropped some heavy chops on Figgles chest before tossing him all across the ring to the opposite corner, charging at him with a huge splash.

Hilton took her shot surprising Pierce with a backstabber and making the cover, but Declan kicked out in two. She ducked a big right hand from Pierce, waiting for him to turn around and superkicking him right on the mush. The big man dropped on the mat and Crystal made another pinfall attempt, broken by Bruce Wang with a Slingshot Somersault Senton. The South Korean actor taunted Crystal, who charged at him with a clothesline ducked by Bruce matrix style. She turned around, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her in a waistlock for a belly to belly suplex, tossing her against Pearce who was only then getting back to his feet, knocking him down once again. Figgins charged full head of steam at Bruce, who took him down to his knees with a low dropkick, charging at the ropes and slamming him face first on the canvas with a bulldog. Wang was on fire tonight, bringing the fight to all his opponents at the same time and successfully so. The fans were getting behind him, watching him cleaning house and getting a two count out of a ripcord sideslam to Figgins. As soon as he got back to his feet though, Declan came charging at him with his devastating Big Fckn Boot, obliterating the former actor.

Once again Wang was out recovering, but the action kept going inside the ring where Figgins had Christina in a corner and Pierce in the other. He charged at Prince piledriver and hit him with a clothesline, heading now to Hilton and doing the same. Yelling nonsensical words, he ran back to Declan for another corner clothesline, doing the same with Crystal. He was going for a third lap, but this time the Colorado born exploded out of the corner with a massive spear called Pierced, sending Figgles crashing against the purple haired woman and rebounding back, right into a sidewalk slam. It was once again Bruce who made the save, allowing this match to continue.

The end of the match was as chaotic as you would expect. Declan and Bruce were fighting in a corner and Crystal had just got a two count out of her patented Flashing Lights (Chick Kick). She thought she had Figgins and the match in his pocket, getting ready for her finishing maneuver. Pierce hit her with a running knee to the back, sending her face first against the turnbuckle, but he got caught in a full nelson by Figgles who then hit his Moonshine Delirium. Jacob didn’t even get the time to celebrate as Wang was right on him, kicking him in the stomach and lifting him in a suplex position, dropping him on his knees for his Roll Credit. The South Korean was about to make the cover, when a returning Crystal Hilton grabbed him from behind and tossed him out of the ring, taking advantage of his work and making the cover for the final three count.

WINNER: Crystal Hilton
BY: Pinfall (Roll Credits), 9:58

Jared Idol: "Crystal is the new number one contender!"

Bea Torres: "Ugh... She stole the win from Yang!"

Jared Idol: "It's called experience, Bea. Something Hilton has plenty of, being a multi time champion. And now she has the chance to add the Lockdown Championship to the list of her accomplishments."

Bea Torres: "She has to beat Selina in a... What's the new stipulation for the Lockdown?"

Jared Idol: "It hasn't been announced yet."

Bea Torres: "Well she has to beat Selina at her favorite match... That's not an easy feat."

We head backstage as Chris Constantine Jr. is standing in front of a Millennium banner. Tragically, Olivia Constantine isn’t standing next to her husband as she’s sitting front row in the arena. Chris is scrolling through his twitter feed on his phone and looks confused as he fidgets with his phone.

Chris Constantine Jr.:
Rie Shimizu is tweeting but I have no idea hat the hell shes saying. It’s all in Japanese....or Chinese.....or Korean. I don’t know, it all looks the same to me. It’d be great if she had someone to translate all of this to the American audience. I mean, it’d be smart since she’s working for an American company.”

Chris finally gives up on his phone as he places it inside his suit jacket.

Chris Constantine Jr.:
I can only imagine what you’re saying right now Rie. It’s probably apologetic. Like, “I’m sorry Mr. Constantine for sticking my nose into your business. I shouldn’t had called you out and I should had just walked away.” Well it’s too late Rie. The tickets are sold, the merchandise is bought, and the fans are sitting in their seats....and damnit, they want to see our match. They want to see me kick your scrawny little butt from one end of the arena to the other side and back again....and that’s what I plan to do.

Chris takes a few steps forward before talking again.

Chris Constantine Jr.:
All you had to do was walk away Rie. And now everything that’s happened since our first encounter. It’s not my fault. It’s on you. I hope you and the rest of the Millennium roster will understand that after tonight, there is going to be a new era here with this company....and that’s the Constantine Era....and there is nothing you can do stop it.

Chris lets out a grin before walking off from the cameras

Earlier in the night, backstage we find Dean Smith pacing his locker room, tapping his fists for his upcoming fight with Cole and dressed all in black with pads, boots, trunks all freshly made for the two night PPV. His arm now tapped up from the match before with an extra thicker pad to help him through the night. There is a knock at the door with catches his attention before it opens and a black haired female pokes her head into the locker room. The expression on Dean’s face making it clear she is someone that he is familiar with.

Isabella French:
Saw your name on the door and I had to knock.

Dean Smith:
“Had to knock”?

Dean says with Cole’s match on in the background and playing very softly. The door opens wider as Isabella steps inside of the locker room. She’s dressed in a soft pink dress with some white Louboutin heels as she gives Dean a slight smirk.

Isabella French:
To see you in your natural environment.

Dean Smith:
It’s my domain, what can I say?

As Dean keeps to his regime of loosening up before the match. Making sure his knee especially wasn’t locking up as it served him well in multiple matches and his arm was going to be as good as it could be considering he’d fought one armed the night before.

Dean Smith:
Going to get me flowers when I win?

Isabella French:
I didn’t take you for the type of guy who was into flowers.

Isabella appears to be amused as she raises one of her arched eyebrows.

Isabella French:
Safe to say that loss didn’t hurt your confidence, Dean-o.

Dean Smith:
Right.

He says a little bugged by the name and approaches Isabella closely.

Dean Smith:
When I win tonight, there’s no more ‘Dean-o’. I win, we scratch that from your vocab, yeah?

Isabella senses the clear challenge as she crosses her arms in front of her chest, looking up at Dean with slight defiance as she sticks out her chin.

Isabella French:
What about if you lose, hmmm?

Dean Smith:
I don’t even need to ask you to name your price. It’s not going to happen.

He says to her, with a very relaxed but short shake of his head. Isabella scoffs underneath of her breath before she shakes her own head.

Isabella French:
Never say never, Dean-o.

Dean then leads her to the door, he himself ready to head out to the ring as he utters in response.

Dean Smith:
Going to win this match in round one I swear..,i mean I have already beat Cole before, but with one wing, it’ll be a bar story forever.

Isabella chuckles once again as she steps out of his locker room, looking like is going to make her way down the hall, stopping for a brief moment to glance back at Dean.

Isabella French:
Don’t jinx yourself, okay Dean-o?

Triple Threat Match

Kate Steele VS Robbie "MF" Bourbon VS Yona Blake

Katie and Yona are definitely undersized as compared to the 290 pound Robbie Bourbon. The masked wrestler took to the offensive early and already are overpowering Katie and Yona. After dominant early knockdowns the two ladies decide the best approach is to take MF on together. Even though Robbie held his own for a moment eventually Katie and Yona's combined strikes chops the big man down. A spinning heel kick from Katie stumbles Robbie into the corner as Yona follows up with an unprettier that rocks Robbie hard as he falls out of the ring. The two women celebrate but Katie ends the temporary partnership by catching Yona surprisingly with a beautiful tiger suplex!

Katie remain in control as Robbie tries recovering from the corner move earlier. Steele keeps Blake grounded with a variety of submissions as she arrogantly delivers slaps and strikes toying with Yona. Yona is able to take control after countering Katie with the Funky Headhunter! Robbie tries to get back into the ring but Yona smartly dropkicks him off the apron then delivers a springboard plancha taking him down again. Yona climbs back into the ring and gets met with Steele's Punk Driver. It takes her a few moments to make the cover but Bourbon is able to dive in and break up the pin. Robbie clotheslines Katie over the top rope and turns his attention to Yona who was still down.

He easily powers Yona up and delivers the EMC. He hesitates a little though as Yona was now clearly out of it as Robbie checks on her. All of a sudden Katie comes off the top rope with a dropkick that floors the unexpected Bourbon. Katie arrogantly smirks she again climbs the Turnbuckle and delivers the Silence is Golden on Robbie. She covers Robbie but Yona at the last second breaks up the pinfall.

With Robbie down again Yona and Katie begin to exchange again. Yona gets the better with forearm strikes that sends Steele into the corner. She follows up with Holy Poly and pulls Katie out for the cover. But Katie gets her foot on the rope. Bourbon starts getting up again as Yona goes to put him down again but this time Robbie doesn't hesitate. He catches Yona with the double underhook suplex that sends Yona flying over the top rope and hard on to the floor.

Kate measures up Robbie as he was now looking down at the floor to Yona who was in a bad way. Bourbon finally decides to turn around and gets met with a Steele superkick. Steele goes for the Siren Song. She almost gets Bourbon onto one knee as he started to pass out but all of a sudden adrenaline fills Robbie up as he rises Katie into the air and delivers a devastating Robbiebomb. Bourbon falls into Kate for the cover and the three count.

WINNER: Robbie "MF" Bourbon
BY: Pinfall (Robbiebomb), 8:52

Alyx Valero: "Daaaaammn! I felt that"

Zackary Dyson: "Great win by Robbie tonight."

Alyx Valero: "Yeah after that controversial loss it was important to get back on track. And he did it in an impressive fashion"

Backstage we see the locker room of Liv Mercer before a short figure wearing a hoody and hat that covered her hair and face, with the hoody being a bit too big that the figure’s hands were inside the sleeves. The giveaway was the slightly heeled shoes and slender, feminine jeans on her as she carried a small handbag. The camera pans around to reveal Liv herself is in the locker room, dressed in her ring gear, fully prepared for her big six man elimination match tonight that will end with the winner walking out as the Riot champion. Liv claps her hands together as she looks over at the short figure in the room with her, the smile huge on her face.

Liv Mercer:
Millie! I’m so glad that you were able to make the trip to Texas for tonight!

Millie Smith:
EEP!

Millie says as a knee jerk reaction, thinking Liv was someone else untils she fully sees Liv in the light looking valiant as ever.

Millie Smith:
Hey.

She sort of whispers to her back and then remains still as a Millennium tech goes by with some toast. Liv chuckles a little bit clearly amused by Millie’s demaneor before she steps closer to her friend. She wraps a comforting arm around her shoulders, giving Millie a little bit of a small shake.

Liv Mercer:
There’s no need to be so shy around me, Mill. You know that.

Liv takes in a deep breath as she releases her hold on Millie’s shoulder before turning around so that she is standing face to face with her friend.

Liv Mercer:
You need to shake it up a little bit, especially tonight, because this is the night where I will become a champion for the very first time. Can you believe it Mill?

As she is speaking, Liv makes a grand gesture with her hands, like she was painting a visual image.

Liv Mercer:
Liv Mercer. Riot Champion.

Millie Smith:
Champion Liv.

She chirps up and appears a little more relaxed which for Millie was her shoulders lowered a smidge and she wasn’t as locked up as she was with the toast person passing by.

Millie Smith:
Um, Liv?

Millie then holds her hands together, in the process of trying to work up the courage to ask a question and the sleeves flop about.

Liv Mercer:
Yeah, Mill?

Millie Smith:
How does the elimination match work?

Showing her naivety in wrestling. Liv nods her head, not at bothered by having to explain things better to her friend, as she continues to wave her hands around while she is speaking.

Liv Mercer:
We all fight in that ring, attempting to pin or submit each opponent, until there is only one left standing in the end.

Liv holds up one index finger to further cement her point.

Liv Mercer:
That one is going to be me, by the way.

Millie yanks on her hood’s drawstrings a little, finding the idea of being in the ring with five people and a huge audience nervewrecking.

Millie Smith:
You’re very brave. I hope I get a good view of your match.

Liv Mercer:
Are you kidding?

Liv’s eyes widen for a brief moment before she snaps her fingers together.

Liv Mercer:
I’ve made it a sure thing that you’re going to have one of the best seats in the house.

Millie leans in to Liv a little and hugs her with one arm.

Millie Smith:
Thanks! I hope I can see you hold the title up high.

Liv Mercer:
I’ll make sure to give you a special shout out when that happens.

Liv gives Millie a small wink, clearly showing her excitement about her match tonight, before she takes a deep breath and brushes down the front of her outfit.

Liv Mercer:
Don’t even try to hide when it happens too!

Millie does her best to nod but she can’t promise anything either before she pulls out of her hoody pocket a Liv Mercer pin she had ordered and pins it on her hoody.

Millie Smith:
I’ll try. And I have some money to buy your shirt but,...

She didn’t want to say that going to the concessions stand in the arena made her nervous but it did. Liv appears to understand what Millie is trying to say without a single word being spoken as she takes a step closer.

Liv Mercer:
Do you want me to go for you?

Millie nods and roots out the money her mom had given her for the trip plus Luna’s $10 and Bree’s $10 she’d been given after being picked up at the airport. Liv takes the money in her hand with a nod of her head.

Liv Mercer:
I’ll be right back, Mill.

Liv gives Millie a friendly pat on her shoulder before she starts to make her way out of the locker room, turning around as she reaches the door, using her free hand to point to Millie.

Liv Mercer:
Keep thinking positive for me tonight!

Millie simply nods in response and Liv gives her a thumbs up, feeling extremely confident about her match along with her chances of becoming a champion, before she steps out of the locker room to go get Millie her shirt.

Riot Championship Match
6-Way Elimination Match

Liv Mercer VS Tiny Des VS Dakota Lockard VS Nikki Knight
VS Franky Harris VS Jordan Ayers

Liv, Des, Dakota, Nikki and Jordan were already in the ring, ready to get the match started and determined to write their names in history, walking out as the first ever Riot Champion. "Sledgehammer" by Leo Moracchioli blasted through the speakers, and Franky's manager, Charlotte Webster walked out of the curtain first. She had a microphone in her hand, lifted it and announced the fans that, sadly, her client won't be taking part on this match for unspecified physical problems. The referee, slightly confused looked around. Zackary Dyson stood up from his seat to announce that by order of the General Manger Yulia Kirilenko this match was now scheduled as a five way elimination match. Charlotte walked back through the curtains, and the match finally started. Tiny Des tried to use her quickness to score an early elimination on Nikki Knight, rolling her on her shoulders while she was trading forearms with Jordan. The canadian Knightmare kicked out, slapping Des for what she considered a disrespectful move. Behind her, Jordan slid his arm between her legs and rolled her over once again, obtaining the same result as Figgins. On the opposite side of the ring, Dakota had Live stuck in the corner, where he was relentlessly kicking her in the stomach until Mercer fell to a seated position. Lockard went for a cannonball in the corner, finding nothing but air as Oz quickly dragged her girlfriend out of the trajectory.

Des and Ayers were working as a team on Nikki, performing a double suplex. Noticing Dakota who was starting to get up, Jordan grabbed Figgins' sister by her arm and whipped her in the corner for a dropkick. In the meantime, Nikki climbed back to her feet wrapping her arms around Jordan's waist and dropping him with a German Suplex. She then charged at Destiny looking for revenge but the former BWF Sovereign Champion moved out of the way, and Knight's knees connected to Dakota's chest. Shrugging her shoulders, she hooked the legs for a cover, but it was only a count of two. Through all this time, Liv was hanging around outside the ring, chatting with her boyfriend without a single care for what was going on inside the ring. Destiny noticed it and she was having none of it, gaining speed against the ropes and diving onto the couple with a somersault plancha. Jordan with a shotgun dropkick tossed Nikki ouside through the ropes, waiting for her and the other three people to stand up before striking them down with a suicide dive. Dakota joined the carnage with a crossbody from the top rope, wiping them all out.

It took a while, but the match finally was brought back into the ring, the only place where eliminations could occur. Lockard was manhandling the rookie Ayers, dropping him on his head with a package piledriver. Dakota made the cover, but the young rookie kicked out, to the surprise of Big D who was on his knees, ataring at the referee in disbelief. He never saw Tiny Des charging at him with her Tiny Hammer (Shining Axekick), scoring the first elimination of the night.

Rumchata Ayano: "Dakota Lockard has been eliminated!"

Destiny was now turning her attention on Jordan, picking him and lighting up his chest with some knie edge chops. She then apllied a front facelock, wearing his resistence down with two knees to the sternum and lifting him for a suplex. Or trying to. Ayers was able to block it and surprised her with an inside cradle, keeping her down for the three count.

Rumchata Ayano: "Tiny Des has been eliminated!"

Jordan's celebreation was cut short by Liv connecting her forearm to the back of his skull, dropping him on his head with an inverted DDT. Ayers managed to stay alive once again, rolling out of the ring to catch a break. Inside the ring, Nikki connected a superkick to Liv's chin, making the cover and taking home another near fall. Methodically, she picked her up and whipped her in the far corner, running at her as fast as she possibly can and crashed her with a cannonball senton. Liv raked her eyes, quickly climbed on top of the turnbuckle and planted the veteran head first with a tornado ddt. On the opposite side, Jordan was climbing back inside the ring. Oz sneaked behind his back and, out of the referee's sight, hit him with a low blow, rolling him back through the ropes and calling his girlfriend, turning her attention on the twenty one years old who was slowly standing up, holding his crotch after Dalton's interference. Taking advantage of her referee's assist, Mercer connected her Stay Grounded (Inverted Stomp Facebreaker) crashing Jordan's dreams of glory on the sole of her boot.

Rumchata Ayano: "Jordan Ayers has been eliminated!"

Down to two. Nikki Knight or Liv Mercer, who will walk out of Deep In The Heart as the first ever Riot Champion? After three eliminations in rapid succession, the pace of the match now slowed down. Part because of the tension, naturally growing the closer we got to the prize, part for the fatique that was starting to kick in. Nikki with the experience edge was now in control scoring another near fall with a cradle ddt. Liv tried to fight back, building some momentum and almost winning the match with a beautiful bridging northern lights suplex. After the big scare, Nik picked back up her offense based on swift kicking combinations. In hindsight, she should've probably stuck to that style, instead of trying to go for her Chivalry Is Dead. Mercer did her homework and studied the tapes, predicting the Handspring Enzigury and easily dodging it, capitalizing on the opponent's mistake with a straight jacket neckbreaker slam before locking her into the LIV-Lock right in the center of the ring. With nowhere to go, the veteran had to tap out. Liv Mercer was the first Riot champion.

WINNER: Liv Mercer (New Champion)
BY: Submission (LIV-Lock), 14:25

Jared Idol: "Liv Mercer is the last person standing!"

Bea Torres: "She got a little help from Oz, but in the end, she deserved the win tonight."

Jared Idol: "Aye. I only wonder how this match would have been like with Franky Harris."

Bea Torres: "Dude's huge, and in a match like this, size and strength can make the difference. It's a shame he had to forfait."

Two nights of a supershow, back-to-back, meant that every member of the production staff was working in overdrive. Constantly moving, trying to keep everything on pace, to maintain the usual high quality of production across so many matches and interviews and surprises. For a cameraman this meant a constant sprint, running from one end of the building to the other with nary a break in between. We watch as he hurries his way along to his next assignment, trying his best to keep up with the workload as he makes his way through the AT&T Center. But his pace suddenly stops as he passes by a corridor, suddenly coming to a stop due to something out of the corner of his eye. Turning back, we see him peek around the corner, looking into the corridor. It is empty, not a soul, but there is something in it. Laying in the center of the hall.

A black leather peaked cap, recognizable as the one worn by Homare Kato, the manager that could not attend tonight’s show due to being assaulted by Chris Constantine Jr. and his wife. The cameraman steps into the hallway slowly, uncertainty making his way over to the hat of the man he recorded every week since he and his charge Rie had appeared in Millennium. Reaching it, he bends down to look at it, and it is apparent it was the one he wore a week ago, given the stresses obvious in the leather, and the streaks of crimson blood on it.

And then the feed shakes as he jumps back suddenly, as a slender hand reaches down and grasps the hat. Shooting up, the feed captures the sight of Rie Shimizu standing up straight, the cap in her hand. She is dressed in her ring gear, but that is not all. Draped upon her shoulders hangs a waist-length cape, fraying at the edges. Kato’s. She looks down at the cap, her eyes not visible as she stares at it.

And then her hands move up, placing it upon her head, one hand pulling the back down as the other pulls the bill down to secure it upon her head. And finally she looks at the camera.

Her face holds no emotion, completely still, but her eyes are burning. With guilt, with anger.

She speaks, just three simple words.

Rie Shimizu:
加藤のために.

And with that she lifts her hand up, that hand taking up the bulk of the frame, with only her eyes and the bloodstained cap on her head being visible behind it. She begins to slowly ball it up into a fist, staring unwaveringly into the camera. Then she suddenly abandons the slowness, clutching it into a fist. And when she does that, the feed cuts.

Leaving only darkness.

Singles Match
Olivia Constantine is barred from ringside

Rie Shimizu VS Chris Constantine

Chris Constantine Jr brings a decisive experience advantage into the match however at first it doesn't show inside the ring against Shimuza. Her speed and striking ability made up for her lack of experience against Chris who struggled against her early taking shots from the well versed striking expert of 19 years of age. A series of stiff kicks and firearms with lightning precision leads to Rie connecting with Chris on a snap hurracarrana. Chris rolls to the outside where usually Olivia meets him to deliver guidance but that Constantine was barred from ringside before the match. However out from the back comes Dusty Douglas who seems to now be in the corner of Junior despite the displeasure of the referee and the crowd. Rie takes advantage with a corkscrew off the top rope taking both of them out. Shimuza rolls back in fired up as Chris tries to get his bearings back. He slides back in and Rie hits a quick ddt and goes for the cover but Chris kicks out. Dusty on the outside jumps up to distract Rie as a flying dropkick sends him hard back down catching his face onto the steps. The distraction gives Constantine Jr the chance to hit Shizuma with a stiff knife edge chop and followed that up with a brainbuster to get control of the match.

Constantine remained in control of Rie finally showing his experience advantage. He grounded Rie and tried making her look foolish applying various wrestling holds on the Young Japanese star. An eagle leg whip leads to a single leg crab as Chris really cinched it down. Rie somehow is able to reach the ropes as the referee calls for the break.

Constantine begins working on Rie's back delivering numerous backbreakers as he really hammers her staying in control. Chris was just toying with Shimuza and seems to be wasting loads of time.it backfired as Rie catches Chris with a knockout blow. Rie fired up mounts Chris and pounds the hell out of him. After her assault the 19 year old gets up and screams out as the crowd cheers her on.

She is waiting for Chris to get up as he struggles to do do. When he stands Rie connects with a dropkick that sends him hard into the Turnbuckle. Still holding her back she charges and splashes Chris. She charges the opposite way and flies again but Constantine pulled the referee in the way as he is crushed between Chris and Rie. Rie falls back as the referee falls down. Constantine goes in for the kill but Rie catches him locking in the Other Side's. Constantine starts tapping but the referee is down.

As Chris taps in comes Dusty Douglas who delivers a hard kick to Shimuza’s back forcing her to release the payment submission. He whips her off the ropes delivering his devastating spine buster before he rolls out if the ring as the referee comes too. Constantine sees the ref looking at then now and falls down to covers Rie for a cheap three count much to the disapproval of the crowd

WINNER: Chris Constantine Junior
BY: Pinfall (The Dusty Rub), 12:26

Zackary Dyson: "CCJ scored another win on Shimizu."

Alyx Valero: "Nothing to brag about, he clearly tapped..."

Zackary Dyson: "The referee didn't see it, so..."

Alyx Valero: "He didn't see Dusty's interference either and, no offense, given his size that's remarkable..."

Backstage, with the crowd still roaring over the last match, we see Dean like he was earlier, dressed al in black, a small scowl on his face matched with a confident smirk as he looks towards the camera filming his last piece to talk about his match.

Dean Smith:
So tonight’s the Invictus Championship match. The reason I signed on Riot’s roster over Millennium.

Which makes Dean smirk at his arm still tapped up.

Dean Smith:
While it’s nice to get the odd main event on the big show, it will never stray this boy’s eye from the prize ahead of him. I plan on returning to Riot with the Invictus Championship around my waist after the most deadliest move in MWE. Alyx Valero…

Dean does a simple chin up gesture letting Alyx know he heard her on commentary.

Dean Smith:
It’s been a war these past couple of weeks. I’ve suffered a couple of losses, one in particular that still bugs me but I’ll deal with that trilogy in time. Tonight is about the win, tonight is about the Invictus Title and putting the last block on the structure that is the Invictus division. A prestigious title for the best of the best with a champion who’s heart beats Invictus.

Dean Smith:
My arm may not be in the best shape but regardless I managed to defeat Tobie last night and in a short few minutes, the crowd will see just how much heart this boy has to give in the Invictus match. So bring every submission you have, Cole. Tobie did and it didn’t do her any good. I’ll bring everything I’ve got tonight, just like I did last time we fought…..and we both know how that turned out, don’t we?

Which ends with Dean joining the girl in the pink dress and louboutin heels as he walks off camera

Back in the AT&T Center, the cameras panned and swept from all angles. The fans in San Antonio were loud, cheering and chanting. The action had been intense this far and there was so much more to come.

Jared Idol:
Welcome back, everyone! Bea has left her post here at the table, she took a microphone. Seems she's found… Bea, where'd you go?

Near the foot of the ramp, standing in the front row and cheering with everyone else in attendance, Bea Torres was standing by with two fans in particular.

Bea Torres:
Jared, I was sitting over there and thought I recognized this guy and his… gorgeous companion… Girl, where did you get that outfit?

Jared Idol:
Bea!

Bea Torres:
San Antonio, Texas, this is Tempest and her human wrecking ball, Mr. Boneshaker!

Tempest's dress was cute, western, with lace, leather and denim. Her belt buckle was patriotic, Texas colors, large. A sexy Stetson topped it off. The brim of the hat was curled up on both sides.

Bea Torres:
And, for those that live under a rock, he is also Azrail Clay on The FIRM!

Tempest pulls the microphone closer, she and Torres, most of the rows around them and the camera all elevator eyeball Bones.

Tempest:
That's right, get a good look at him, would you? Let me tell you, Bea, not only is he lighting up late night television, he is crushing it in the ring.

“BONE-SHAKE-ER! BONE-SHAKE-ER!”

The crowd chanted. He may be six-foot, maybe two-twenty, muscular. Bald, but a full beard with a mustache. Jeans and a “RIOT!” T-shirt that he had ripped the neck loose and torn the sleeves off of. Simple.

Tempest:
Next weekend, in California, he will compete in War of Attrition with twenty-some other competitors, including Hammerstein.

Bea Torres:
I understand he is also training with Alan Envy in San Diego?

Tempest:
Bea, you'd think someone wrote all of this down for you…

They share a playful laugh and then Tempest feigns a serious scowl.

Tempest:
...unless you are stalking us…

Bea Torres:
Girl, stop it…

Jared Idol:
Bea!

Tempest:
Yes. He is currently training with Squires West and, we are very excited to announce, he will be representing the gym in the upcoming Junior Heavyweight Tournament on RIOT.

The crowd cheers and they chant “BONE-SHAKE-ER!” Bones leans into the shot and, with his index finger against his lips, he shushed the crowd.

Mr. Boneshaker:
I'm lookin’ forward to rockin’ the west coast with some of the best Junior Heavyweights in the world. Make no mistake about it though, Boneshaker is a Bruiserweight. A whole lot of competition set to get THUMPED!

Jared Idol:
Bea, I'm going to need you to…

While Torres made her way back to her broadcast spot, the fans sang along to the chorus of “BONESHAKER” by Redlight King. The music faded as Torres took her seat and adjusted her headset. The show rumbled on.

Singles Match

The Misery VS Rebecca Saint

He wasn’t loved before, but the scene he put up last night certainly didn’t help The Misery reputation amongst the Millennium fans. His walk to the ring was accompanied by deafening boos, as opposite as the loud pop reserved to the member of the Uncanny Socialites, who looked determined to put an end to this nightmare.

The bell rang, and the two opponents started walking in circles before locking horns in the center of the ring. Rebecca quickly moved behind his back, wrapping her arms around his waist and trying to surprise him with a quick O’Connor Roll, but The Misery didn’t let her catch him off guard, kicking out in one. He swung his arm for a right punch, ducked by the Socialite who countered with a knee to the stomach, doubling over the man in the black morphsuit and dropping him down with a forearm to the back. With the opponent down, Saint could now unleash all her frustration in the form of a series of furious stomps, ending the sequence with a jumping knee drop and attempting another pinfall.

The Misery weathered the storm, resisting the initial offense of Rebecca and waiting for his opportunity to strike. And said opportunity presented itself when Saint climbed to the top rope, ready to hit her flying lariat. When she dove off the top rope, he countered it with a codebreaker, immediately transitioning into a cover for a two count. The pace of the match started picking up as The Misery began building some momentum. He landed a series of quick lefts and rights, following with a middle kick that doubled Saint over, perfectly positioned for a somersault neckbreaker. Showing great agility, the man in black ran to the ropes, using the middle one as a springboard to pin the former multi time tag team champion with a moonsault. Rebecca kicked out once again, but the relentless opponent wasn’t slowing down with his offense, whipping her in the corner and charging at full speed with a Helluva Kick. He then climbed to the top rope, taking a moment before going for a shooting star press.

Rebecca moved out of the way, and The Misery crashed and burned. It was the opening she needed to take back control, kicking the opponent hard in the ribs as he was getting up. Twice. It was a different side she was showing tonight. Obviously tired of the opponents game that had been going for weeks now, the Socialite was bent on ending whatever The Misery had in mind . As per stipulation in fact, beating him tonight would force him to reveal his identity. Using her head, literally, to come out victorious from a brawl with a headbutt, Rebecca showed her striking ability with a series of hard kicks. Two to the ribs, two to the legs and a reverse side, ending the sequence with a scissor kick and a cover, worth a count of two.

The Misery was in a very bad spot now. Rebecca had him locked in a single leg Boston crab, from which the mysterious man just barely escaped, reaching the ropes after a long minute of agony. Saint was waiting for him to get up, and as soon as he did, she spun around hitting him with the Saint-Hearted. The Manic, The Misery’s manager, tried to slide inside the ring with a steel chair, distracting the referee for as long as her client needed to hit Rebecca with a low blow, quickly nailing her with a piledriver. He made the cover, but once again the Aussie woman kicked out, barely. At that point The Misery grabbed the chair and pushed aside the referee who stepped in front of him, threatening a disqualification. But hitting Saint with the chair was not in his plans. Instead, he unfolded it and placed it near the ropes, running up the chair and stepping in equilibrium on the top rope, from where he jumped into a legdrop with his Misery Intended, making the cover for the win.

WINNER: The Misery
BY: Pinfall (Misery Intended), 13:27

Bea Torres: "What the...."

Jared Idol: "Rebecca lost... And now she has to reveal where Bickerton is hiding!"

The Misery raises his arms in victory as The Manic enters the ring and wraps an arm around his waist. He then lowers his arms and turns his attention to Rebecca Saint, who lies on the canvas with her hands covering her face. She rolls over and sits with her back against the bottom rope, giving the mat a slap out of frustration. Kelsey slides into the ring and tries to comfort her tag team partner by resting a hand on her back.

The Misery walks over to the edge of the ring and leans an arm over the ropes, gesturing for the microphone. The ring announcer hands him one and he turns around, back to facing the Uncanny Socialites.

The Misery:
Bickerton’s whereabouts, Ms Saint.

While Rebecca may be tempted to tell The Misery to go to hell, in the end she decides against it. What good would that possibly do now? With a droning sigh she gets a microphone.

Rebecca Saint:
Fine… I will keep my word.

After she takes a moment for herself and an extended pause, she continues. Her eyes do not leave the mat as she does.

Rebecca Saint:
The last I had heard he went back to Australia. Following his back injury he wanted to go home and recover. We had lost contact with each other shortly after that. Whether he wanted to retire or recover for a wrestling comeback, I don’t know. But if you really want to find him… I would suggest the next leg of your search takes place there.

The Misery:
That’s all you have? No phone number? No email address? All you’re giving The Misery, is that he has gone back to Australia? That’s an entire continent, Rebecca. The Misery needs specifics. Australia is a big place. You could be talking Sydney, Brisbane… the freaking outback! The Misery needs more to go on!

It’s not easy for Rebecca to swallow her pride, generally speaking. Add the fact that she's been on a bit of a losing streak lately, and she's not in the brightest of moods. It’s not the best time for The Misery to be pushing the issue.

Rebecca Saint:
You know so much about us, and yet you can't figure it out yourself? Hmph, fine… If you need me to hold your hand that far, I will. Queensland. Brisbane. Postal code 4179. Is that enough for you? Or do I need to draw you a damn map?

The Misery stands there, scratching his chin in contemplation.

The Misery:
A map would be useful. How are your drawing skills?

Rebecca Saint:
I've told you all I know. We're done here.

With a grunt, Rebecca tosses the microphone aside and slides out of the ring, storming her way up the ramp with Kelsey hastily in tow. The Misery shrugs, and turns to The Manic.

The Misery:
Looks like we’re taking a trip down under.

We find Bree Smith backstage wearing her BreeTee jacket around her waist and showing off her Bringing It 120 shirt with grey pants approaching her partner Teagan while she’s currently scrolling through cats on Instagram.

Bree Smith:
Hey, Teegs. I was wondering what kind of Cat would you be if you were a cat and what kind of cat would I be?

Teagan finishes doing her stretches as she brings down her arms back to her sides before running her fingers through her hair quickly. Her lips are pressed together in a thoughtful manner as she appears to be giving Bree’s question some serious thought. Teagan’s wearing her match BreeTee jacket along with a pair of black yoga pants as she leans back against the wall.

Teagan Gallagher:
I’m a Scottish fold like Luna.

Teagan breaks out into a big smile as she reaches out with one hand to give Bree a nudge.

Teagan Gallagher:
Bengal for sure for you.

Which leaves Bree perplexed.

Bree Smith:
Why am I a Bengal cat, Teegs?

Teagan Gallagher:
Sherlock is a Bengal and he has that no quit spirit like someone else I know.

Teagan winks at her tag team partner before crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Teagan Gallagher:
That’s what will win us those tag team titles.

Bree Smith:
Well I promised I’d get you them, and it would be nice to have a title for once!

Bree says with a sigh as Luna had been Millennium champion, her twin Mimi paraded around her Dragonweight title, which left Bree hungry to get an accolade herself as she was getting fired up with Teagan.

Bree Smith:
We won last time we faced them too, so this one should be...interesting. We’ve got to be ready for the danger, Teegs.

Teagan Gallagher:
Together we can be ready for anything, Bree.

Teagan gives her tag team partner a smile as she places one hand back on her shoulder to give it a small squeeze knowing that earning her first championship belt was a big deal for Bree.

Teagan Gallagher:
We know exactly what to expect from Jetpack. We also know that with their tag team titles on the line that they’re going to kick it up a notch. Just like we’re going to do.

Bree Smith:
Yeah we are. They’ve had a few defences on Millennium TV, Riot, but they’ve never beaten the BreeTee Committee and I bet that’s affecting their psychy.

Bree then puts her two fingers to her forehead.

Bree Smith:
And we’ve got unagi, tag team psychy, don’t we, Scottish fold?

Teagan Gallagher:
That’s right, Bengal.

Teagan puts two fingers to her own forehead with a smile on her face.

Teagan Gallagher:
Unagi has never failed us before.

Bree Smith:
It will serve us well in claiming those tag team titles tonight. I kinda-sorta feel a little guilty for Jetpack’s reign coming to an end though. But...it’s just one of those things that has to happen. You ready to win them?

Bree then unwraps her jacket and gets helped finding the sleeve by Teegs without asking, to avoid the situation last time as Bree turns around to find the other sleeve and zips it up.

Teagan Gallagher:
I was born ready.

Teagan boasts with confidence in the tone of her voice as she cracks her knuckles a little bit.

Teagan Gallagher:
Let’s make our golden future happen right here tonight.

Bree then puts her arm around Teegan’s shoulder and bumps fists with her as the pair then head off for their match up.

MWE Tag Team Championship Match

Jetpack VS BreeTee Committee

It’s an explosive start to the match as Penny charges at Teagan with a running forearm, but Teagan ducks it and Penny rebounds from the ropes and hits a flying calf kick. The crowd cringes as Teagan falls on her back from impact and Penny runs the ropes again for a running senton. She lands right on Teagan who grimaces from the hit before rolling over to push herself up. Penny picks up Teagan, looking for a bulldog, but Teagan fights back with elbows to the ribs that force Penny to let go. Teagan follows up with forearm smashes and a toss to the corner where she charges at Penny with a huge running elbow to the face. Penny staggers out of the corner, clutching her face. Teagan irish whips Penny to the opposite corner before charging at her again. This time, Penny rolls out of the way, leaving Teagan to crash into the turnbuckles. Feeling the burn, Teagan turns around and leans in the corner as Penny stalks her and then charges at her. Teagan gets some payback with a boot to the face that spins Penny on her heel. As Penny staggers away, Teagan runs the ropes to hit Penny with a running lariat, but Penny ducks and both are now hitting the ropes on opposite sides before clashing in the middle with a double clothesline. The crowd claps for their efforts so far and urge them on to resume the match. With both competitors momentarily down, their partners try to rally support from the fans and call for a tag.

When the tags on both sides are made, the arena breaks out in more cheers and Jet feeds off their energy as he wastes no time to take down Bree with a dropkick. Bree falls but rolls to her knees, just in time to duck Jet’s spinning kick. Bree rises to her feet and grabs Jet from behind, looking for a German suplex but Jet breaks out of it and spins around. Bree quickly grabs Jet’s arm and twists it as she slams him face first down on the mat. The audience gasps at the impact as Jet writhes in pain, clutching his shoulder. Seeing an opening, Bree continues to work on the arm, dropping knees on it in the middle of the ring. Bree then pulls Jet to his feet and drags him towards Teagan, but he starts fighting back. Bree silences Jet with a knee to the gut, doubling him over again. Bree hits the ropes behind and Jet jumps over her as she comes running. Bree rebounds and skips over Jet who rolls back to his feet. As Bree turns around, Jet goes for a headscissors takedown that earns excited cheers from the fans. Bree shakes off the effects, feeling a little wobbly as she stands up. This allows Jet to capitalise further with a springboard twisting arm drag off the middle ropes. Bree struggles to her feet again, this time frustration is clearly setting in. She lunges at Jet who makes a run for the ropes on the opposite side and takes her down with an excitable jumping forearm smash, sending her down and rolling out of the ring. With Bree dazed on all fours, Jet nods to the crowd before flying out of the ring with an impressive suicide dive somersault senton. The fans go absolutely nuts at the display, including Penny, and Jet manages his brightest smile for the flashing cameras. Meanwhile, Teagan looks on with a troubled look on her face. Jet brings Bree back inside the ring and goes for the pin, but Teagan breaks it up.

After Jet tags in Penny, the frenzied crowd starts up a Jetpack chant as they both perform their Argentine rack and neckbreaker combo signature, May We All. Penny hooks Bree’s leg for the pin and again Teagan disrupts it. While the referee sends Teagan back to her corner, Penny pulls up Bree and irish whips her to the ropes. On the rebound, Bree ducks and hits the ropes again before running into Penny with a shoulder block. Penny staggers back from impact and Bree knocks her down with a powerful lariat. But Bree isn’t done yet as she picks up Penny and raises her up on her shoulders before taking her down again with a Samoan driver in the centre of the ring. Bree lands with the cover, but Penny manages to kick out before three. Bree tags in Teagan and launches her off from the shoulders for a corkscrew senton. Sensing danger, Jet storms into the ring, looking for the save, but Bree tackles him down. The fans hold their breath as Teagan goes for the cover, but Penny somehow gets her shoulder up in the nick of time, shocking everyone especially Teagan. With Jet momentarily down, Bree joins Teagan again to double team on Penny with a whip to the corner. The BreeTee Committee take turns crushing Penny with a running body splash and an enzuigiri, leaving the champ staggering. This gets a huge pop from the San Antonio crowd and Bree and Teagan exchange happy high-fives before Teagan takes down Penny with a neckbreaker before hooking the leg for the cover. But there goes Jet breaking up the pin at two, much to the relief of the Jetpack fans as they start cheering for Penny. With Jet back in the corner, Teagan pulls Penny up in a stretch plum. Penny screams as she struggles before fading, but with the support from the fans, she starts to regain her strength and pushes herself up and out of the hold. Penny fights back with multiple elbows that forces Teagan to fully let go. Penny continues to berate Teagan with forearm shots until the challenger retaliates with a kick to the midsection. Teagan then irish whips Penny to the other side before bending over. But it’s a mistake as it lets Penny take her down with a sunset flip pin. At the second count, Teagan kicks out and rushes to tag in Bree while Penny struggles to her feet. Just before Penny can get to Jet, Bree pulls her back for a knee to the gut. With Penny doubled over, Bree prepares for a throw but Penny blocks. Bree tries to wear down Penny with forearm shots on the back before irish whipping her to the ropes. But Penny pulls back and counters with an octopus hold, sending the fans into another frenzy. Bree screams in pain as she pulls herself closer to the nearest ropes, carrying Penny along who’s cranking up the pressure on the hold. Excitement grows even more in the crowd as they witness the strength of Bree as she treks closer with each agonising step. When she finally reaches the ropes, her fingers barely grasp one and Penny switches gears to transition to a rollup pin. But Bree intelligently uses the momentum to roll back to her feet and strike Penny hard with an elbow smash to the face. The fans cringe away at the impact that leaves Penny dazed. But as Bree bounces off the ropes, Penny cuts her off with a desperate superkick. And it’s super effective! Down goes Bree in a crumpled heap on the mat, giving Penny the much-needed window to finally tag in Jet. The fans are going crazy in anticipation as both Jet and Teagan frantically call for a tag.

As soon as they both get the tags, the volume in the arena is deafening. Jet zips around the ring, taking down Teagan with fast and furious arm drags that leave her dazed by the end. But Teagan still has some left in the tank as she counters with well-timed dropkick to the chest. Teagan trips Jet, sending him falling forward onto the middle rope. This allows Teagan to continue on the offence with a running hip bump. Jet struggles to his feet, clutching his head. Teagan launches herself off the middle rope for a flying clothesline to take down Jet. With Jet down, Teagan points to the top ropes and the crowd gets excited again. Looking for the end, Teagan climbs the turnbuckles and prepares for her 630 corkscrew senton finisher, Tee For Two. But at the last second, Jet brings up his knees and it sends Teagan writhing in pain as she rolls away. The crowd is shocked as they see no one left standing, now completely unsure which team has anything left to end the match. But there’s Jet, struggling and crawling towards Teagan before collapsing with an arm over her for the cover. The referee drops for the count and Penny rushes to stop Bree but Bree manages to slip away and gets the save! While Jet recovers, Teagan slowly crawls for the tag. Bree gets tagged and rushes in to finish the job. Bree pulls up Jet, preparing for a suplex. But Jet fights back, throwing everything he’s got in those punches. Bree fails to block any and soon she goes dazed and Jet hits the ropes behind. Bree counters with a discus clothesline that drops Jet on the mat. As Jet struggles to his feet again, Bree gestures to the crowd before charging at him. But Jet cuts her momentum short with a vicious slingblade. Bree rolls on her side, eyes closed. Jet struggles to get to Penny and with a tag, the champs team up for the grand finale. With all the fans on their feet, Jetpack go for their springboard lariat and spinning elbow drop combo finisher, Oh Good Lord. The impact leaves Bree motionless on the mat, allowing Penny to easily go for the cover. The arena breaks out in joy for Jetpack as they successfully retain the tag team championship.

WINNER: Jetpack (Still Champions)
BY: Pinfall (Oh Good Lord), 17:40

Zackary Dyson: "What a match between these two teams!"

Alyx Valero: "Big ups to Bree and Teegs, but Jetpack won this rubber match."

Zackary Dyson: "That's why this team has been so successful. They thrive under pressure, when the stakes are higher and other teams may crumble under the wieght of expectations, Penny and Jet give their best. Congratlations to both teams"

“Oh darlin’ darlin’ what have I done?”

The guitar strums throughout the arena. The song was new but it were the same Jason Hawk graphics that appeared on the titantron so the reaction was the same as expected. The boos roared so loudly that they almost deafened the music. Even if Jason Hawk had been suspended after his heinous attack on Rayven Hardy the fans hadn’t forgotten him this time. Nor had they forgiven him. He slowly stepped onto the stage only for the boos to get even louder. The man who had crowned himself His Dying Majesty didn’t look much like a king. The robe and the crown were nowhere to be seen. Taking a moment to soak in the boos he smirks before heading down the ramp. The fans that stand alongside the ramp have all turned their back on him and are holding their middle fingers high, telling Jason exactly what they think of him. As he gets closer to the ring, he approaches the bottom rope. He grabs it and laughs to himself. It was the same place that Rayven Hardy was laid out cold. He looks around and instead of heading into the ring he walks around the ring as a sort of victory lap and to remind everyone what he had done. The fans are shouting at him as he passes them by. One fan in particular catches Jason’s attention. There is nothing special about him in particular but he is holding a drink in his hand. Jason stops in front of him and just listens to whatever he is shouting about. The fan gets more and more aggressive which causes him to spill some of his drink. It lands right in front of Jason’s feet. Jason keeps his cool as he watches the fan. A small smirk and he spits in the fan’s drink, which enrages the entire row. He laughs and rolls into the ring.

Jason Hawk::
I regret nothing...

“BOOOOOOOOO!”

Jason removes the microphone from his mouth. He can’t help but smile as he is no hurry to cut the fans short.

Jason Hawk:
As I was going...

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

Jason looks almost amazed by the fans.

Jason Hawk:
Now if you...

“FUCK YOU HAWK! FUCK YOU HAWK!”

There is still a look of slight amazement on Jason’s face, but he is starting to lose patience.

Jason Hawk:
You can go on for as long as you like but I have a microphone, so I’ll always be louder! Now if you will excuse me, Mr. Vaccaro! Are you listening to this? Even you can’t be stupid enough to deny that this is the loudest that your show has ever been. And if that doesn’t convince you that your biggest star is standing in the ring right now. Please do take a look around. The signs are literally there!

Jason motions over the crowd. Countless signs are being held up the fans. Not all of them refer to Jason but enough of them are that they are easily noticeable. All of them have in common that they all are in spite of Jason. “DIE HAWK DIE” “FUCK YOU HAWK” “FIRE HAWK” and one which is just a picture of a hawk getting its wings clipped.

Jason Hawk:
And that isn’t even all! They hate my guts! They want me dead. But look at their shirts. They have my name on it. They hate me more than they love any of the losers in the back. Deny it all you want Gian, but I am your biggest star. Which is no surprise to anyone because I am the best in the world.

The claim draws a lot of boos.

Jason Hawk:
Oh, shut up, no one in the back even comes close. There is an overweight rookie on a winning streak. The competition around here is a joke. So, no I won’t be going around demanding title shots. Because in all honesty. I am the only man around here that has no use for a title. I already am the biggest draw around here. My name alone carries more star power than all former Millennium champions combined. Don’t believe me? You don’t react with such burning passion when they step out here. I know I am the best around here. I don’t need a title to tell me what everyone already knows.

“No, you’re not! No, you’re not!”

Jason just smiles off the crowd.

Jason Hawk:
So, what does the best in the world actually want? I’ve had some time to think about it. Some time to reflect if you will. What I want is someone to step up. Step up to prove me wrong. Rayven Hardy...

“BOOOOOOOO!”

The boos haven’t been this loud all night. The memory of what happened to Rayven still lingers fresh in the minds of the fans. She was their hero and she was cruelly taking away from them. Jason laughs at their reaction as he continues.

Jason Hawk:
Now I do not want to see too much but she hasn’t been seen since. Is she still nursing her injuries, or did she take my advice and hide? I don’t know, maybe we will never know but one thing is for sure. I had an axe in my hand and if Millennium’s entire security staff hadn’t tackled me to ground, I wouldn’t have hesitated to use it. So, if anyone dares. If anyone believes themselves to be a hero. Please, I ask of you to step up. Come on down and take down the big bad baddie of Millennium. Come make a name for yourself at my expense. But before you do, please do remember what happened to Rayven Hardy when she wanted to be a hero.

Jason turns towards the stage with a fierce look in his eyes. A few seconds pass and nothing happens. This brings a smirk to Jason’s face as he sees no movement on the stage. But just as he brings the mic back to his lips, “Whistle” by BLACKPINK starts to play and the entire arena erupts in excitement before whistling along to the catchy tune as they normally do. Jason’s challenger is none other than the former Millennium champion herself, Jennifer Yang. And out she walks through the curtains with purposeful steps before stopping to stand at the top of the ramp, a determined expression on her face and the microphone to her lips. The music and the noise from the crowd die down.

Jennifer Yang:
I’ll step up.

The three words, spoken in a gentle tone, cause another joyous eruption from the fans. Feeling their energy, Jennifer gives Jason her most confident smile.

Jason Hawk:
Oh! Lookie lookie here! We have been joined by wrestling royalty. Some top class talent right here. I am almost honored. You look good tonight, strong and healthy. Please, come on down and join me in my ring. Inspire some hope in these pathetic people’s hearts.

Jennifer doesn’t take too kindly to the last comment as she makes her way down the ramp. The fans are ecstatic to see her. If anyone could put an end to Jason Hawk’s evil, it’s her.

Jason Hawk:
But there seems to be something missing. Something obvious in its absence. Didn’t you use to carry something around your waist? Something that you held so dear?

Jennifer wants to respond but Jason cuts her off which causes more massive boos from the fans.

Jason Hawk:
We’ve already been over this. I have the microphone I’ll talk over you.

Jason turns back towards Jennifer who’s shaking her head at the disrespect he’s showing her and the fans tonight.

Jason Hawk:
You look naked without it. Does it make you sad to be without it? It was a really pretty belt. And now that it is missing from your life you’ve come for the next best thing. Me, who is bigger and greater than any belt you can ever imagine. I don’t have a belt to give you. But I might just be able to make you into someone worth caring about. For the way I see it; was there anything more to you? Were you ever anything more than just a belt? What is ]Jennifer Yang even without a belt?

Jason winks with a smirk at Jennifer who has made it into the ring. After hearing everything he has to say, there’s now an incredulous expression on her face. She stops just a step after the ropes, placing the microphone back to her lips. Even though she puts on a brave front, him shooting all these questions at her one after the other is no doubt shaking her confidence a little because she’s still not used to such a public confrontation and you can tell from the way she keeps some distance between them. And his predatory gaze isn’t helping either.

Jennifer Yang:
I may not be the champion anymore, b-but…

She clears her throat and averts her eyes as she steps along the rope towards the corner of the ring.

Jennifer Yang:
Me being here isn’t about that. It isn’t about wanting to move on to something else or better or whatever either. It’s… It’s about you.

She takes a deep breath and looks him straight in the eye.

Jennifer Yang:
What you did to Rayven, it was wrong. Terrible and disgusting. And I really wish I had done something to help her. I was relieved when I heard you got suspended for it. Then I had hoped that you would wake up and repent for your actions. But instead, here you are, back in the ring and it’s still the same Jason Hawk, with all the insults and condescending towards Rayven and the rest of the roster.

She shakes her head.

Jennifer Yang:
The whole time that I’ve known you here, you’re always so bitter. And I don’t understand it, maybe I never will. But that’s no excuse for you to go around punishing other people for it. And that’s why, when I heard that you were in the building tonight, I made sure to pay close attention. So that I can be there to stop you from destroying another person’s career.

The crowd breaks out into cheers of agreement as she takes this time to keep her composure, her gaze still locked with Jason’s. Her jaw tenses and her grip around the microphone stem tightens. Despite feeling a little bit braver, she still maintains her distance from him.

Jennifer Yang:
I hope that answers all of your burning questions.

Jason starts to laugh and a genuine smile appears across his face.

Jason Hawk:
I am glad that you mention that suspension. There was a point I wanted to make about it. Over a month ago at Imperium the official twitter page for Millennium tweeted out a statement that I had been suspended for two weeks. Just yesterday, over five weeks later, they finally lifted my suspension. They just couldn’t be bothered to tell you.

“You deserve it!” the crowd starts to cheer. Jason keeps smiling and points at Jennifer as he continues.

Jason Hawk:
You might cheer now but I am going to snap her neck in front of all of you. Let’s see if your cheers will get her back to her feet after that.

Jason turns back to Jennifer who has now gripped the ring rope, a wary look in her eyes.

Jason Hawk:
And with that said, you are damn right. It is all about me. It is always about me. That is the point you time and time again fail to understand. Everything revolves around me. I haven’t been here for weeks and there are still signs and t-shirts with my name on it. It will continue to be that way, no matter what you plan on doing to me. My name alone carries more starpower than this entire company. If you don’t like it, do something about it. Just keep Rayven in mind before you act.

Jason ends with a confident smirk. His severe lack of remorse angers Jennifer so much that it nearly renders her speechless. Trying her best to keep her composure, she grits her teeth.

Jennifer Yang:
I already do.

A staredown ensues as a referee now joins the ring. The crowd starts to cheer, clearly excited to see how this impromptu match will pan out. Then the two of them return the microphones as they prepare. Jason continues to berate the fans while Jennifer keeps her wary eyes on him. The referee pats them both down before signalling for the opening bell.

Impromptu Match

Jason Hawk VS Jennifer Yang

The match begins with a slow circle around the ring by both competitors before drawing into the middle, looking for a tie-up. But before their fingers even touch, Jason kicks the back of Jennifer’s thigh in a dirty move that leaves her clutching her leg in pain on the mat. The crowd jeers as Jason takes full advantage by repeatedly stomping hard on Jennifer. With a sick grin, Jason pulls Jennifer up by the arm, twists it, kicks her midsection for good measure then irish whips her to the other side. On the rebound, Jennifer ducks and Jason jumps up before she goes bouncing off the ropes again. Jason lands with a backward roll from the momentum, giving Jennifer the perfect opening to counter with a low dropkick to Jason’s back. The fans cheer as Jennifer pulls up Jason in the corner then whips him to the far turnbuckles. Jason reverses the throw, sending her there instead. Jennifer runs up the middle turnbuckle for a springboard twisting roundhouse kick. Jason falls back from impact, allowing Jennifer to catch her breath before running the ropes and leaping over him. Jennifer jumps onto the middle ropes but Jason rushes over to grab her leg and throw her backwards in a vicious mat slam, drawing in a collective horrified gasp from the crowd.

With Jennifer flat on her back, Jason unleashes fiery punches that leaves her no room to escape or do anything even. The referee intervenes with a warning to Jason and he finally stops when he hears the boos from around the arena. Jason yells at the fans before proceeding to pull Jennifer to her feet. Jennifer, still reeling from the shots earlier, can barely stand on her own and Jason seizes the opportunity to choke her out on the middle rope. Once again the San Antonio crowd gets upset with louder jeers as Jennifer struggles but Jason stays on it, leveraging on the full four counts before letting her go and tossing her aside. The referee immediately checks on Jennifer who starts coughing uncontrollably as she collapses on the mat. Jason, on one knee, glares at Jennifer in silence with a dark look in his eyes. As soon as the referee steps away, Jason returns to Jennifer for a face wash with his boot and a foot stomp. Jeers ring out through the arena and the referee shoots Jason another warning, but he simply walks away like nothing happened. The referee checks on Jennifer before allowing the match to resume. Jason goes for the cover on Jennifer but she gets her foot on the bottom rope at two. Claps in support can be heard scattered throughout the crowd. Jason yanks Jennifer to her feet and after surveying the fans with a self-pleased smirk, he takes her down with his spinning Impaler signature, The Wings of Time. The crowd looks on in horror as Jason scales to the top for his double shooting star press finisher, Black Clouds over San Antonio, for the cover. But somehow Jennifer kicks out just before three, much to Jason’s disbelief and the fans’ relief.

Jason argues with the poor referee while the crowd rallies behind Jennifer, chanting her name. This pisses off Jason even more as he sets off again, aggressively dragging Jennifer around the ring by the hair. This causes her braids to loosen, her blue hair wildly tangled with his fingers. Jennifer cries out in pain as she tries to push Jason off but he whips her hard to the far corner. Jennifer yelps when her back crushes into the turnbuckles and she leans heavily in the corner to recover. But Jason comes charging at Jennifer with a handspring elbow strike that leaves her dazed. With the crowd jeering, Jason circles back to his original position, taking his sweet time with it. Seeing Jennifer starting to show signs of life again, Jason returns to her, only to throw her hard into the opposite corner. Jennifer arches her back in agony from the impact. Jason then comes charging at Jennifer, but this time Jennifer dives out of the corner to escape, leaving him to crash hard into the turnbuckles. Jason grimaces as he staggers backwards out of there towards the ropes. This allows Jennifer time to recover. With a primal scream, Jennifer charges at Jason who runs out of position. Jennifer hits the ropes and hangs on while Jason comes charging at her. Jennifer ducks to throw Jason out of the ring but he lands safely on his feet. Jennifer winds up a punch but Jason blocks it and fires off a brutal one of his own, forcing her to stagger around clutching her jaw. Jason then leaps off the ropes, but Jennifer counters with a perfectly timed kick to the ribs, sending him crashing and rolling on the mat. Jennifer once again takes this time to catch her breath while Jason struggles back to his feet as he clutches his ribs, a wild snarling expression on his face. They meet in the centre, trading furious shots. Though Jason gets a few good shots in, Jennifer stands her ground with blocks and parries then gains the upperhand with a front kick to the midsection. Jason backs away immediately, clutching his ribs again.

With the crowd behind her, Jennifer wastes no time with hitting her rapid series of Wing Chun punches and knees that leave Jason reeling. As Jason doubles over, Jennifer proceeds to finish off her #LOCKDOWN finisher with the switchblade kick, but the ever wily Jason moves out of the way which causes Jennifer to stumble. Jennifer loses her balance from fatigue and Jason takes advantage with a sneaky schoolboy pin, with one hand sneakily holding the nearest rope for extra leverage. Unfortunately for Jennifer, the referee doesn’t notice this as he goes for the full 123 count, allowing Jason to pick up the win. Jeers from the upset crowd descend upon the ring as the referee raises Jason’s hand in victory.

WINNER: Jason Hawk
BY: Pinfall (Schoolboy Pin), 16:07

Jared Idol: "Before you yell, yes, Jason cheated as you would say."

Bea Torres: "Because it's what he did! You didn't see how he held onto the rope?"

Jared Idol: "I did, but the only person who mattered missed it. C'est la vie."

We cut to the backstage area where Cole Gregory is stepping out of his locker room. He is dressed and ready for his Invictus championship match later in the night. As he runs his hands through his damp hair, he takes notice to the camera coming closer to him.

Cole Gregory:
Tonight I’m getting a chance to take on Dean Smith and get redemption for my lone loss in the Invictus Division. Not only that but, I get a chance to have my hand raised and be named the first ever Invictus Champion.

He takes a moment to let his words settle in the air.

Cole Gregory:
I haven’t held a championship since back when I was in Liberty and even then, it wasn’t that great of a run. But tonight? Tonight is my chance to change all of that. It’s my chance fix that loss I took against Dean and walk out of here as champion. I maybe took Dean not as seriously as I should have last time, my focus could have and should have been better. But I cant dwell on the past, I need to focus on the present.

A smile slowly creeps on Cole’s face.

Cole Gregory:
Last night, everyone saw how I have some very strong submission skills… So let me ask you this Dean… How’s the arm? Last night, it looked like Tobie really put a hurting on it in your bout and are you sure you’re good to go tonight? I’m not a bad guy Dean but you can’t blame me for going into this match and not going for that bullseye on your arm. Like I said before, last time? I took that match for granted and it costed me. And now? Now I want to see how hard you can punch when I twist and pull back that arm of yours.

Cole smiles a bit and bites his lower lip.

Cole Gregory:
The stakes are high and I’m all in for this one. Let's do this thing, Dean.

He gives the camera a quick nod before walking off.

Invictus Championship Match
Invictus Rules

Cole Gregory VS Dean Smith

No surprises last night, the two men who set the bar in the Invictus division ended up being the two contenders for the title. One of them, Dean, was undefeated in this kind of matches while his opponent Cole only had one stain on his otherwise perfect record. A loss against Smith in their first match back at Riot in Nebraska.

First Round
Dean stepped in the ring with Kinesio Tape all over his right shoulder and arm, souvenir of his match against TNT last night. A huge target for Cole, who started off strong aiming that limb with his swift kicks. Aware of the weakness that part of his body was representing, Bree’s brother was trying to protect it the best he could, offering his left side to Cole’s attacks. The first round became almost a game of chess, with Gregory trying to find a way around the opponent’s defense and Dean patiently waiting for the perfect opportunity. After this first phase, Cole changed his strategy, directing his kicks to the legs of the opponent, trying to breach through the guard. He saw an opening and he struck with a spinning heel kick, ducked by Dean who finally showed some offense, relying, it goes without saying, on his rights. A series of jabs stunned the English wrestler, who cowered back into a corner. A mistake that allowed Dean to rain a flurry of uppercuts to an opponent that was desperately trying to protect himself from the heavy strikes, covering his face with the arms and raising a knee, inadvertently hitting Smith under the belt. The referee had no doubt, informing the judges that a penalty point should’ve been deducted from their score. Gregory tried to plead his case, but the decision was made already. Fully recovered, Dean tried to capitalize on the distraction with a jumping knee, dodged by Cole who immediately caught him with a german suplex, rolling on top of Smith and starting to punch him on the face. On this spot, the first round ended.

Judges Scores:
Kirilenko: Smith 10-8
Dyson: Smith 10-8
Valero: Smith 10-8

Second Round
The second started just like the first, both opponents perfectly aware how the minimum mistake can be fatal. Dean was the first to strike with his frontal kick that sent, Gregory against the ropes, bouncing back right into the first of a series of four uppercuts followed by a rock bottom. Smith was wasting no time, picking the opponent up and throwing him in the corner, charging for a splash countered with a kick by the young Gregory, who now climbed to the top rope jumping off with a missile dropkick. Dean was down, the right arm unprotected and ready to be stomped by Cole, who tried to apply an armbar, unsuccessfully. Back on their feet, the two competitors started trading blows, with Dean surprising the opponent with a knee to the gut and a powerbomb. Cole quickly popped up to his feet, ducking Dean’s lariat and hitting him with a running knee after rebounding back from the ropes. He then grabbed his arm, twisting it behind the back in a painful hammerlock, from which Smith broke free with a stiff elbow that allowed him to apply a side headlock. From this position Dean hit some throat strikes before climbing up to the top rope ready for the Mean Dean. The diving knee missed the mark, an excess of confidence he paid for when Cole applied his Kimura Lock, leaving him no other choice but to tap out.

WINNER: Cole Gregory (New Champion)
BY: Submission (Kimura Lock), Round 2; 4:27

Zackary Dyson: "He did it! Cole beat Dean Smith!"

Alyx Valero: "It's Dean's first loss, and just when it mattered the most."

Zackary Dyson: "Yesterday's match took so much out of him. I told you that arm wouldìve become a factor in this match."

Previously Recorded

It was still dark outside the AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas. It seemed to be a little after midnight, right after night one of Deep in the Heart had ended. Flyers from the show blow across the concrete parking lot as it was still brightly lighten as no cars were to be found. The sound of metal is heard dragging across the parking lot as into frame comes a man wearing an old Lonestar Championship Wrestling hoodie. In one hand was a long steel chain, in the other a championship belt, it was the former Lonestar championship that had once again become sanctioned despite the company no longer existing. It was sanctioned for one more match, one last time.

The man in the hoodie that looked more gruff than usual with bags under his eyes from obvious lack of sleep was the Lonestar Icon himself Alan Envy. He looks around as he keeps moving the hand with the chain for it to make noise. Finally he decided to speak, in a tired but focused voice. The kind of tone that sends chills down the spine.

Alan Envy:
San Antonio, Texas...I was 18 years old when I came to this city to work for a lucha libre company. They offered me more money than what I was making in the Dallas)Fort Worth metroplex. I needed the money, I just became the father to a beautiful little girl that was born on Valentine's Day at 7:46am on a Tuesday. I took a job at H-E-B during the weekdays and wrestled on the weekends while living with my mom's cousin….my baby and her mother came down every other weekend and I had money stashed to give them.

Alan paused for a minute.

Alan Envy:
I'm not father of the year, I went on to become an international star, working 363 days a year only serving her on Thanksgiving and Christmas. I sent thousands a month to her and her mom. But I wasn't there….it's been that way for 15 years. I'm trying to be there for her more, that was why she was with me recently. She is home schooled you see? She was to smart for her grade level and was frustrated that she had to wait for others to learn when she already had it learned. She's going to graduate high school next year at 16 years old then wants to go to Texas A&M University to become a marketing professional and play softball.

Alan pauses and looks down at the championship belt.

Alan Envy:
Who would have thought my success would have brought us to this moment. I worked my ass off ever since the day she was born to give her the life she deserved, and where did that get her huh? She's a prisoner to some psychotic jackass that is jealous of what I am. Heathen Jones has my little girl as a pawn to use against me to get his shot at this belt. All you had to do Heathen was ask. Hell I would have given this to you if I had the GODDAMN INCLINATION THAT YOU WOULD TAKE MY DAUGHTER TO USE AGAINST ME!!

Envy's raised voice caused a few dogs to start barking as it echoed out through the late San Antonio night.

Alan Envy:
This belt….this belt has been your sole reason for this war we have had….it wasn't about me trying to free Hickey from you. I gave up on that because she's as screwed in the head as you are, but my little girl isn't a psychopath like you two are. She's innocent…..

Alan stopped talking as he rubs his face before he raises the chain up for the camera to see

Alan Envy:
Soon...we will be bound by this…..

He raises the title up.

Alan Envy:
And for you this is the prize. But this isn't what you should be fighting for you stupid son of a bitch…..YOUR LIFE IS WHAT YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT! BECAUSE NIGHT TWO DEEP IN THE HEART IN THIS BUILDING RIGHT BEHIND ME!! It's on the line…..you made this beyond personal….do you realize the magnitude of this...what I am going to do to you? You need to realize that father's will kill to defend their children. That's what it's come down too. I'm willing to hurt myself….to ensure you take your last breath. So ask yourself was needing to know if you would have ever been worthy of being Lonestar champion in LCW really worth everything you did when you are lying in a hospital bed clinging on by a thread, wondering if you have a future.

Envy lowers the hood.

Alan Envy:
Daddy's coming princess….he's going to punish the bad man.

Envy puts the hood back over his head as he begins walking away dragging the chain on the ground as the scene fades away slowly.

Cloud Gate Championship Match

Tiffany Tompkins(c) VS Aries Armadaist

The second defense for the young Cloud Gate Champion Tiffany Tompkins couldn’t be any bigger. The circumstances leading to this match were… Particular to say the least, although one could argue that was the norm when it comes to the World’s Most Entertaining Sociopath Aries Armadaist. It all started with him asking what a Cloud Gate was and quickly escalated to the point where he openly challenged the eighteen years old. When she refused, he walked into a Millennium show in Oklahoma City and stomped the title, twisting Tiffany’s arm and leading us here today.

As the match started, Aries charged at the Cloud Gate Champion and turned her inside out with a vicious clothesline. Wasting no time, he dragged her back to her feet by the hair, ignoring the referee’s warning and unceremoniously tossed her in the corner, charging at her with a big boot. A few stiff chops later, Armadaist lifted her on the top rope and went for a superplex. Tiffany fought back with some forearm shots, eventually knocking him off the top with an headbutt to the bridge of the nose. From the second rope, she jumped on Aries with a crossbody that the Hoss Kong countered into a series of three backbreakers, finally dropping the champion on the floor and hooking the leg for the cover. Tiffany kicked out in two.

The youngest champion in MWE history turned things around after the rough start when she slipped away from a suplex attempt landing behind Aries back and kicked him on the back of his legs, forcing him on his knees. Tiffany ran against the ropes to build some speed and hit him with a running single leg dropkick, going for a cover immediately after. Aries kicked out with authority in one, quickly pulling himself up and stunning the Cloud Gate Champion with a series of three left handed jabs, following with a right hook and ending the sequence he calls Wham, Bam, Thank Ya Mam with a bionic elbow. He slid into another cover, but Tiffany was refusing to stay down.

The quick paced, hard hitting action went back and forth for some minutes. Tiffany was holding her ground against the bigger and way more experienced opponent, confirming herself as a very dangerous striker when she knocked the big man down with a roundhouse kick after a series of lightning quick strikes. The cover that followed only ended up in another near fall, but it was a huge boost of confidence for the young girl who was now stalking Aries, waiting for him to get on his knees before going for a running big boot. The former Underground Bloodlust Champion ducked the kick, turning Tompkins around and hitting her with a series of rapid knee lifts to the abdomen. He then lifted her in a powerbomb position and slammed her right into a pin with his Beelze-Bomb (Thunder Fire Powerbomb) from which the Android 18 was barely able to kick out.

Her reign as the Cloud Gate Champion seemed to be coming to a premature end after Aries’ spinning spinebuster, right when Tiffany was starting to build some momentum. She kicked out, but Aries was once again in control, hitting a rolling thunder headbutt and climbing to the top rope for the Lucifer’s Guillottine, a diving knee drop. He jumped, finding nothing but the canvas as the Five Foot Death Machine rolled away. Quickly back on her feet, Tiffany started swinging her right leg kicking him on the chest multiple times, before aiming to the side of the head with the last one. Aries was stunned, but still standing on his knees. Without hesitating, the Cloud Gate champion connected her Death Kick, for the thunderous ovation of the San Antonio fans who were ready to celebrate her win.

They counted out Aries too soon, underestimating his resilience. The Underground superstar kicked out and, boy, he was pissed. Towering over the much smaller opponent, he started punching her with heavy right hands, yelling profanities at the young champion, her title, the city of Chicago, the Texas and other random stuff after every blow. Tompkins was out on her feet, barely standing up when Aries knocked her out with his P.O.K.E. Showing great ring awareness and instinct despite the young age, Tiffany rolled under the bottom rope, saving herself from what would have probably been the decisive cover. Aries cussed out loud, cursing the “goblin” as he not so affectionately called the Cloud Gate Champion. He then reached Tiffany on the outside, walking towards her to pick her up and roll her back inside the ring. Tompkins anticipated him with a desperation drop-toe-hold, sending him crashing against the steel post. Aries was down on all fours, dizzy after the impact. The champion run at him and drove him face first on the floor with a curb stomp.

The hardest part now was to roll Aries back inside the ring. Eventually, with a huge effort, shr managed to hoist him up on the apron and pushed him in. She entered the ring as well, measuring the distance and going for another Death Kick as soon as Aries was starting to get up. Instead of going for the cover, she waited, hitting a second one and finally hooking the leg, successfully retaining her Cloud Gate Championship

WINNER: Tiffany Tompkins
BY: Pinfall (Death Kick), 16:38

Bea Torres: "TIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFF!!!!!"

Jared Idol: "Three Death Kicks. That's what it took her to keep Aries down."

Bea Torres: "But she did! What an effort from the youngest champion in MWE's history!"

Jared Idol: "Aye. She proved once again that she can already hang with the best out there. And let's not forget, she's only eighteen."

Melissa Reeves stands in front of a large screen, which displays the poster for Deep in the Heart behind her.

Melissa Reeves:
"AT&T Center, San Antonio, Texas. Night Two of the Millennium Wrestling mega event that we call Deep in the Heart. Last time I was in a Millennium ring I was screwed out of my job. That didn't stick though, did it? No, no, no. Now I'm back, I'm ready to put that behind me and gain myself a measure of revenge tonight."

She raises her hand into the air, as if imagining a scene in front of her.

Melissa Reeves:
"On one hand you've got the so-called Diamond Princess, Grace van Beek; owner and generally all around assclown."

She moves to the opposite side.

Melissa Reeves:
"Versus The Reaver, Melissa Reeves."

Turning back to the camera, Melissa grins.

Melissa Reeves:
"In a No DQ match, a match to finally make real that which should have already happened."

The smile's gone now, it's business time.

Melissa Reeves:
"But really, a no DQ? That was a mistake, Grace. Now we're in MY world."

Footage of her tearing through opponents in the Cult Classic, a tournament held under these exact rules, plays behind her.

Melissa Reeves:
"I've been tearing through a tournament ran under exactly those rules. Study the videos, van Beek. The carnage, the violence, the brutality - I've been delivering that week after week. Do I look like a girl you want to be stepping into this environment with?"

Reeves laughs.

Melissa Reeves:
"Still I must thank you, you smug...arrogant bitch. In your haste to try and put me down, you make this critical mistake. I know you'll try and blame someone else, but nothing happens here without your go ahead. No, this is on you."

That smile is going nowhere.

Melissa Reeves:
"You've signed the warrant for your own defeat and, unlike you, I won't need some shitty official to help me. I won't need to do anything but fuck you up so bad, you simply cannot will your body into action and stop the inevitably three count."

She moves closer to the camera now.

Melissa Reeves:
"Just know that after you're defeated...when you look up at those lights and it all comes crashing down around you, you'll remember it was me that defeated you. Just as you'll remember that it was my boyfriend that defeated Nessa to become your champion. You may own Millennium, Grace, but after tonight, after this week, we run it..."

No Disqualification Match

Grace van Beek VS Melissa Reeves

The story between Melissa Reeves and the owner of Millennium, Grace van Beek had protracted for months now. We thought we saw the last chapter at Imperium, when Grace finally accepted Mel’s challenge and fought her in a submission match, only to exploit her favorite weapon, Dane Archer to knock her out allowing Grace to pick up the win. But Reeves found a way back into the company through the Riot roster, pushing her buttons and leading to this second match. Only this time there are no disqualifications. And no Dane Archer.

Reeves started off strong, jumping at the Diamond Princess before the bell even rang, pinning her shoulders to the mat and raining down a flurry of punches. She grabbed Grace by her hair, slamming her head on the canvas a few times, finally letting out the frustration accumulated in these past few weeks. Van Beek managed to slip away, walking to the corner to recover from this initial assault. But Melissa was giving her no break, charging at the owner of MWE with a double knee to the corner. Grace was once again down, a wicked grin appeared on Mel’s painted face as she started stomping the young billionaire to the ground. Grace grabbed the bottle of hand sanitizer she always carries to the ring and spritzed in Mel’s face, temporarily blinding her and creating an opening she immediately capitalized with a swinging neckbreaker. Once again she grabbed the sanitizer, using it for its original purpose this time, washing her hands and earning herself more boos from the fans.

Unlike their first match, Grace wasn’t targeting Mel’s knee this time. Instead, she was showcasing her technical prowess with a number of suplexes, including a fisherman and a perfectly executed Northern Lights she called Upper Class. Melissa was able to kick out of it. Rolling out of the ring before Grace could catch her. The Diamond Princess didn’t move from her position in the center of the ring. She simply looked at Melissa and snapped her fingers. Instantly her bodyguards, positioned at the four corners of the ring started moving, closing in on Mel. The Reaver grabbed a chair and swung, trying to keep them at bay. But the four men kept getting closer and closer, forcing Mel to slide back in the ring where Grace was waiting for her with a kick to the face.

Reeves lost contact with the chair, finding it a minute later and using it to stop Grace’s momentum, driving it in her gut and dropping her head first on it with a DDT. Mel walked to her corner to grab the bat she carried with her before the match. Ryen Riekert, the head of Grace personal security was manning that corner. Reeves stared at him, expecting some form of interference from the former South African Special Forces Brigade soldier. But he did absolutely nothing, staring back at the former Liberty Champion who grabbed the bat. That slight hesitation from Mel allowed Grace to recover, and the Diamond Princess charged at her opponent with a jumping knee to the back, sending her crashing against the turnbuckle. Van Beek then lifted her with a reverse suplex, grabbing the bat from the floor and, for a moment, contemplating using it. But then she shook her head, and tossed it outside the ring, going back on the attack.

The South African seemed to be in control, taking her sweet time to prove her superiority to Melissa. A swinging neckbreaker, a snap DDT, Grace was showing tonight her whole range of attacks, including the Checkmate, a wrist clutch exploder suplex that almost put Reeves out for good. But the pride, the high stakes and the never say die attitude of the Australian wrestler allowed her to raise her shoulder before the three count. She desperately needed to turn things around, to find a way to stop Grace’s momentum and change the course of this match. And the opportunity presented itself a minute later when van Beek sent her against the ropes, and the Reaver caught her with a float-over DDT. Grace was the first one to get back on her feet, but Mel had the chair just within reach. With no hesitation she grabbed it and slammed it on Grace’s head, rolling the former Cloud Gate Champion on her shoulders with an inside cradle, only getting a two count.

The tides had now turned, and Reeves was finally getting her revenge, smashing the chair a couple of times across her back and throwing her in the corner, where she hit her with a high knee. Grace was down, but Mel didn’t go for the cover. Instead, she waited for her to get up and lifted the Crown Jewel of Millennium over her head, connecting with the Reaver Slam (Angle Slam). It was over, all she had to do now was to make the cover and hook the leg. The twenty thousands filling the AT&T Center in San Antonio were counting alongside the referee with one voice, One, Two… The three died in their throats as Grace raised her shoulder, kicking out of the pinning predicament. Melissa didn’t seem too upset, standing up and heading to the corner to remove the protective pad form the turnbuckle and, after dragging the owner of MWE to her feet by the hair, she slammed her face first on the exposed turnbuckle. Or at least she tried. Grace grabbed the ropes, hanging desperately on them and fighting back with all the strength she had left. When it became clear that Melissa was overpowering her, the Diamond Princess kicked back hitting the Australian on the groin and moving away from the dangerous spot.

Grace was quick to take this chance to push Reeves against the exposed turnbuckle, picking her up for the Diamond Plex when she bounced back. This time it was Mel who managed to kick out just in the nick of time. With a surprising calm and politeness, she complained with the referee for an allegedly slow count, and when the official assured her that the count was regular and Melissa kicked out in time, Grace turned to her bodyguard and nodded her head. Ryen brought his hand to his ear and mouthed something. A moment later, welcomed by the deafening boos of the fans, Charlotte Webster appeared on the stage and, right behind her, her client Franky “The Beef” Harris. The big man walked down the ramp with a quick pace, giving a perplexed look to Charlotte who barked him a clear order: Attack Melissa. Franky didn’t look too convinced, but nonetheless, he stepped into the ring, picking up the former Vengeance Pro Champion and lifting her in a powerbomb position while Grace was leaning in the corner, watching Harris do the dirty job for her with a grin on her face.

A hooded figure jumped over the barricade, picking up the baseball bat and sliding inside the ring. They swung the bat across Harris’s back, breaking Melissa free before any damage could be done to her. Harris felt the blow, as the look on his face when he turned around proved without a doubt. But that wasn’t going to stop him, and neither could a second swing, this time to the gut. That’s when the mysterious figure lost the hoodie revealing their identity…

CASS BAUMER! The former journalist and multi-time champion was back in San Antonio! The crowd erupted in cheers as she wrapped the baseball bat across the neck of Franky, choking the much larger man with all of her might from behind like a sleeper hold. Wrenching the bodyguard back and forth, Baumer’s caught in the exposed corner when the outraged behemoth powered out of the submission with authority! Colliding with steel, Cass drops the bat and writhed in pain as she watched Harris run in her direction at his top speed with the baseball bat swinging wildly in the palm of his hand. With a deep breath, the former CEO of #BaumerReport dropped to her hands and knees, climbing between the legs of the colossal protector before grabbing the back of his head and using his momentum to slam it directly into the exposed steel! It breaks the skin, blood pouring out of the wound, but before the titan of a man could properly recover, Cass bounced off the opposite rope and knocked him down to the mat with a Fact Check!

The infamous running shiranui wasn’t enough to knock him out cold, but the impromptu strategy gave Melissa Reeves the time she needed to slowly climb back to her feet. Grace and Melissa continued to fight, their tired bodies not showing an ounce of quit in the midst of the chaos. All the while, Cass rolled underneath the ropes quickly, shoving the bottom section of the steel steps into the ring with a familiar spark of creativity in her eyes. After a beautiful Death From Above shooting star press, Melissa used the ropes to climb to her feet and looked at The Headliner, confused. Cass smirked in response, climbing into the ring again to drag the massive section of the steel steps overtop of the slowly rising Franky Harris. She pointed to the steel steps frantically, allowing Reeves to understand.

With the last of her energy, Melissa Reeves measured Grace as she climbed to her feet and struck her down with a second Reaver Slam onto the steel steps with Franky Harris trapped underneath! Cass cheered as Melissa rolled Grace off the steps and went for the pin. The crowd counted in unison once again, excitement in all of their voices. One. Two. Three!!!

WINNER: Melissa Reeves
BY: Pinfall (Reaver Slam), 18:30

Alyx Valero: "Holy Shit! Melissa Reeves just beat the boss!"

Zackary Dyson: "Grace had it all planned to a tee. Without Dane, she needed a new problme solver, and Franky apparently fits the role. The no dq rules she chose were to allow him to beat down Reeves for her, and she convinced Charlotte to pull him from the title match to avoid any possible injury."

Alyx Valero: "Yeah, but sometimes no matter how elaborate a plan is, it just won't work."

Zackary Dyson: "I wonder what Cass Baumer's presence means. Mel seemed to be as surprised as everyone else when she saw her saving the day..."

Alyx Valero: "i guess we'll see Zack.. But now, it's time for the main event!"

As the feed returns to ringside, the sold-out crowd is at a fevered-pitch. They cheer in anticipation.

Jared Idol:
This is it, Bea! It all boils down to this match…

Bea Torres:
Alan Envy will finally get Heathen Jones within chains-length.

Jared Idol:
...nearly a year of frustration built up on nearly a year of treachery.

Bea Torres:
Heathen will not be getting away tonight!

Jared Idol:
This all started right here in San Antonio, just down the street, in the historical Freeman.

Bea Torres:
In an entirely different company.

Jared Idol:
Where Heathen Jones has already had a shot at this title…

Bea Torres:
A shot that he believed to be unfair because the match, that featured a cluster of CWC talent.

Jared Idol:
You're right, Envy defeated Jones in a six-way match. His first defense.

Bea Torres:
Sadly, Lonestar Championship Wrestling closed following the death of Johnny Matthews.

Jared Idol:
And, Heathen never received another shot.

Bea Torres:
On Envy's first night here in Millennium, Heathen struck out of nowhere.

Jared Idol:
Heathen cheaply won a first blood match at our last super show against Envy.

Bea Torres:
Neither one happy about that outcome and both have turned up the heat over their rematch...

Jared Idol:
Envy wanted Heathen on a chain and, before Heathen would agree, he demanded his shot.

Bea Torres:
Fat Saul has sanction rights of Lonestar Championship Wrestling and, apparently, the existing titles.

Jared Idol:
Heathen had told Saul for weeks to stay out of his business and that he needed “NOTHING from the the Old Man”.

Bea Torres:
On principle, when Heathen asked for a shot at Envy's title, Saul told him no.

Jared Idol:
Then, to further infuriate Heathen, Envy hid until Heathen went to jerk Hickey through the curtain…

Bea Torres:
Poor little thing.

Jared Idol:
...Envy dragged Heathen down the ramp and beat the tar out of him.

Bea Torres:
Heathen lost it!

Jared Idol:
At our last show, in New Orleans, Heathen kidnapped Envy's daughter and…

That head-ringing, metal-on-metal CLANG! reverberated overhead. The second had the crowd holding their ears. Third was sooner and the fourth quicker than that. Soon, despite the crowd's roar of hatred, all that could be heard was the dragging chain. It pounded down on the red-hot mob, their arms drawn back ready to launch trash and garbage.

Jared Idol:
If anyone can hear us…

And then, the chain stopped. Abrupt silence.

Bea Torres:
Listen to them Jared!

The crowd exploded in boos as the lights dimmed down. Fire erupted on each side of the stage as the first chest-thumping beat of “The Devil Inside” hit the speakers. The sulphur stank like rotten eggs. From behind the curtain, a choir of cloaked, hooded figures file out to each side in front of the flames singing. Huge billows of smoke roll from under the stage and rise slowly into the rafters. Fluttering red, orange and yellow lights dance around the window, Hell has returned to San Antonio and the Godless Heathen from the South stepped out onto the stage at the chorus.

Bea Torres:
The Devil is in the building!

Jared Idol:
And, the crowd is showering him in garbage!

Heathen stood at the top of the ramp, his Red Wings firmly planted. Blue Dickie's and a faded LCW licensed “Wild C♠rd” T-shirt, here to make a statement and fashion isn't it. Shaded under the brim of his straw orchard hat, tucked deep in his thick grizzly, his beady black eyes locked on the ring below. He forced them to wait, raising his right hand to spit his tobacco into his Mossy Oak mudjug. Wrapped once around his left wrist and then, down through the grip of his fist, the heavy links of a logging chain trailed of behind him and beyond the curtain.

Jared Idol:
It's been weeks since we've seen Hickey…

With every hair on every arm of everyone standing at attention, Heathen didn't jerk the chain. He didn't yank with all of his force. He simply started down the ramp with the second verse.

♫
DAYS OF RUST, NIGHTS OF RAIN.
KINGDOM COMES WITH A BALL AND CHAIN.
TAKE MY LIFE, JUST NOT TODAY.
SPILL YOUR BLOOD, THERE'S HELL TO PAY.
♫

Bea Torres:
That's not Hickey!

The camera has to zoom in close, but behind Heathen, attached to the very last link with a plastic pull-tie was a small key. As he ducked and dodged trash, Heathen took his time dragging the key down the ramp. At ringside, he rolled the chain the length of his forearm and tossed it into the ring under the bottom rope. Then, he flopped up onto the apron and rolled in. Dragging the loop of chain, he walked on his knees to the corner. He placed his dip cup under the bottom turnbuckle with the chain and used the ropes to stand. As the music faded, he removed his hat and then his shirt. Shirt went in the hat and he passed it to a ring grip. She went to grab the chain, but he stepped on it, only allowing her to take the tobacco filled and slimed jar.

Bea Torres:
Disgusting!

♫
FINE KENTUCKY BOURBON AND A DOUBLE-SHOT OF COCAINE
LITTLE BIT OF SMOKE AND, A LOT OF GASOLINE
SAD OLD SONG FROM A RUSTY, OLD SIX-STRING
NINETY-THOUSAND MILES IN A TWO-THOUSAND ROAD KING
I WAS BORN TO RUN, I WAS BORN TO TRAVEL
ANOTHER DAY OF LIFE, “RAISIN’ HELL AND SLINGIN’ GRAVEL”
♫

Dallas Moore hit the speakers and Fat Saul idled out onto the stage. Normally, the old man is upbeat, but tonight, the whole situation awaiting him in the ring has his blues weeping under the stage lights. The camera zooms in as Saul looks up into the rafters, closes his eyes tight. Alligator tears roll down his cheeks into his beard. He has a heavy chain around his left shoulder and a plastic clipboard in his right hand.

Jared Idol:
That is the voice of ringside at Union Battleground, legal owner of Lonestar, a friend to Alan Envy and Saul is Heathen Jones’ uncle.

Bea Torres:
Oh… my… goodness…

Jared Idol:
Saul did not come alone!

Stepping out from behind the curtain, to another huge pop from the crowd, Stace Matthews joined Saul on the stage. The epitome of elegance, her dress was designed with the flag of Texas. Arm-in-arm, they helped one another stand as they started down the ramp. Approaching ringside, The referee sat on the middle rope as Saul helped Stace up the steps. She ducked through and Saul followed closely after. He passed the chain to the referee before ducking through the ropes.

Jared Idol:
Saul has the documents to make this all legal.

Bea Torres:
And, she ain't intimidated one bit!

Inside the ring, a tearful Stace is nose to nose with Heathen as Saul huddles with the referee. The referee demands Heathen examine the contract, backing Saul and Stace a few steps.

Heathen Jones:
Funny ain't it...

Heathen looks over the documents with the referee for a moment.

Heathen Jones:
Ya done went an´sign duh-Lonestar's death cert…

Looking away from the clipboard he is suddenly face to face once again with the Matthews widow.

Bea Torres:
She just slapped the...

The left side of Heathen's face, where his beard didn't cover, reddened finger marks throbbed. Slapped as hard as Stace could hit him, Heathen stumbled to the corner clutching his face. In the moment, she snatched the chain and key away from him. The referee failed to keep Heathen from charging, shoved to his ass just as…

Jared Idol:
Here comes the Champion of Texas!

Methodical strumming from the speakers and the boos became a deafening roar of cheers. The lights pulsate with the bass drum as the fans slapped the barricade to the beat. The arena is filled with soft red, white and blue strobing lights as “Alan Envy” flashes across the screen above the stage.

Heathen powdered out of the ring on the furthest side from the entrance.

♫
I PROMISED I'D KEEP THIS CLEAN,
BUT I PROMISED MANY THINGS.
SO FAR AWAY FROM ME, NO MORE A MENACE.
♫

Over the barrier, leaving Stace and Saul in the ring and working his way about five rows deep, Heathen is struggling to get through the defiant fans.

Bea Torres:
Heathen Jones is lookin’ for an exit!

The Texas flag is flying on the LED screens on each side of the large screen when Envy stepped through the curtain. The entire AT&T Center swelled with the energy of the cheers. The lights reflected off of the gold plates of the Lonestar Championship belt. Envy was locked on Heathen and went straight down the ramp, acknowledging the fans with nods as he passed. His focus was clear.

Jared Idol:
Looks like Saul helped make certain Heathen couldn't get away tonight.

By the time Envy reached the foot of the ramp, Heathen had ran directly into Lil’ Roscoe and Kuntry Swag. Roscoe wasn't letting him by and Swaggy was telling him all about it. The fans in San Antonio helped keep Heathen from going any deeper and then, the entire mob started pushing him back toward the ring.

Bea Torres:
Envy just realized Stace has secured the key!

Jared Idol:
Full-speed, here he…

Envy rounded the ring, hopped the barrier and waded through the rows of steel chairs. Grabbing one, the crack echoed within the gasp of the crowd. Heathen arched his back, grimacing with a cough.

Jared Idol:
Another chair shot.

Right across Heathen's shoulders, with a vengeance, before rage overcame and the chair was all bent to Hell. After twisting and mangling the metal around Heathen's head and shoulders, Envy tossed it down and snatched Heathen by the wrist. Heathen crashed through rows of chairs before hitting the barrier with a thud. Envy was on him like white on rice, picking him up only to double him over with a knee in the midsection. Envy grabbed Heathen by both sides of his head and slammed his face off of the top of the barrier.

The crowd was insane as Envy takes a few steps back, shoving chairs out of the way and then, he charged, taking Heathen's head off with a clothesline. Envy sent Heathen over the barrier backward.

Back at ringside, Envy rips Heathen up from the floor and, with a fist full of Heathen's beard, drags him to the ring. Envy keeps his grip as he climbs up onto the apron and pulls Heathen into the ring behind him. Heathen stumbles on his knees and hands as Envy takes him directly to the referee in the center of the ring.

Everything was legal, the title was on the line and Envy made certain that they were both linked up.

Lonestar Championship Match
Chain Match

Alan Envy(c) VS Heathen Jones

The referee started linking the two men, locking the chain around Alan’s neck. You could tell by the look in Envy’s eyes that he was dying to get his hands on Jones, and that what he did before the match even started was nothing but an appetizer. Heathen, on the other hand, was still trying to recover from the initial assault. As soon as the ref secured him to the chain and called for the bell to ring, something clicked in the bearded man. This was the match he wanted, the prize he so long craved, against the man he despised so much. And it was a chain match, his trademark, his weapon of choice.

Yanking the chain, he pulled Alan right into a huge clothesline, taking the Lonestar down. Jones grabbed a portion of the chain and used it as a whip across Envy’s back, but Alan dodged it by rolling forward. The Lonestar Champion quickly made it back to his feet jumping with a dropkick that sent the challenger in the corner. Alan closed in with a running uppercut, pushing the chain against the neck of Heathen trying to choke him out. The Lousiana born answered with a headbutt, sending the Show Stealer cowering a few steps back, relentlessly walking closer to him and start pummeling his face with some vicious closed fist punches. Alan fought back, answering strike after strike in an exchange that fired up the fans, especially when the hometown hero came out victorious from the exchange with a series of three consecutive rights. Heathen was stunned, but this didn’t stop the champion who wrapped the chain around his fist and hit him with a KO strike. The loaded fist connected right on the cheekbone, cutting the flesh right above Jones’ beard. The challenger was down, Alan mounted on top of him and started hammering him with more chain packed fists. Heathen tried to protect his face the better he could with his left arm, using the right one to hit a throat strike that stopped Envy’s offense. Wasting no time, Heathen got back to his feet and, while Alan was still catching his breath, he wrapped the chain around his neck and dropped him down with a neckbreaker.

Given the intensity of the match and the hatred between the two it was just a matter of time before blood was shed. And no, we’re not talking about the superficial bruise on Heathen’s cheek. The monster from the Bayou returned the courtesy wrapping his own fist with the chain and brutalizing Alan’s face with a series of stiff punches, one of which cut the Iconic’s above the left eye. The sight of his enemy blood put a wicked smile on Jones’ face, who walked closer to the downed opponent and rested the chain over the wound, stomping it under his boot. Kneeling next to Envy, Heathen now wrapped the chain around his forearm, grinding it on the champion’s face with particular attention to the cut above the eye, widening the wound and causing more blood loss. As if this wasn’t enough to get him the hate of the fans, Jones dipped his fingers in Alan’s blood and painted a star on his chest, laughing at the Lonestar Champion.

With Heathen in full control, the twenty thousand filling the AT&T center started cheering for Alan even louder, trying to push him to some strength to make a come back. Heathen was taking his sweet time to hurt the Lonestar Champion, kicking him in the stomach and lifting him with a stalling vertical suplex. He turned around, looking for Hickey like he did oh so many times, but the blonde girl was not there. And, to a closer look, the small key he dragged to the ring in her place wasn’t there either. Eventually, Jones dropped Alan down on his back. Once again, he placed the chain on Envy’s face and jumped with a legdrop, making the first cover of the match for just a two count. Heathen turned his attention to the fans, mocking them and yelling in his unique accent something like “Look at your hero”. This distraction allowed Alan to suddenly pull the chair up between Jones’ leg, low blowing him and turning the momentum around, wrapping the chain around his neck and taking him down with a russian legsweep.

The fight moved outside the ring when a clothesline from Envy took them both out. More brawl action lead to Alan lifting Heathen and powerbombing him on the apron. He then whipped the challenger against the steel steps leading to the ring but the bearded devil was able to jump over them avoiding the impact. Not only that, he quickly yanked ad the chain with all his strength, pulling Alan against the steel post, More blood started gushing from the wound, firing up once again the challenger who grabbed a kendo stick from under the ring, threateningly walking closer to the Lonestar Champion. Alan kicked him in the stomach, causing Jones to lose his grasp on the weapon. He grabbed his arm and whipped him against the barricade, but Heathen reversed it, sending Envy back first against the rail. Before charging at him with a big boot, the bearded man grabbed something else from under the ring. What that object was became clear soon after, when he snatched a LCW celebratory sign from one of the fans in the first row and stapled it on Alan’s chest, disrespectfully spitting on it before lifting him up in a suplex position and resting him on top of the barricade, climbing on the commentator’s table and jumping with a legdrop across his neck.

Back inside the ring, Jones was still in control after a pumphandle backbreaker, using the chain to whip Alan, leaving big red bruises across his back. Adding insult to injury, he was constantly trash talking the Lonestar, mocking him for not being able to protect his own daughter, nor Matthews’ widow. This probably wasn’t a smart idea, as it seemed to fuel Alan up. Getting up to his feet, the Lonestar pulled him closer with the chain right into a clothesline. Jones got quickly back up, only to eat another lariat and finding himself back on the mat. A third attempt instead was ducked by the challenger, who connected a very high backstabber and went for the cover. Somehow, Alan kicked out.

The game turner for the Lonestar Champion was an external factor. Not an unexpected help from an old friend, or an outside interference from someone with a score to settle with Jones. It was Saul’s appearance on the stage that pushed him to go that extra mile. Or rather, the young girl standing next to him, Stephy, his daughter. He was laying in the corner after being squashed by Heathen’s cannonball when he saw her, and at first, he thought he was dreaming. But then Fat Saul raised his thumb, and he knew it was really happening. While Jones was distracted, yelling all sort of insults to his uncle, Alan grabbed the kendo stick that was laying right outside the ring and swung it with all his strength in his gut, bending him forward and hitting him once again across the back. The kendo stick broke in half, part of it flew all the way into the front row such was the strength behind the blow, gifting one lucky fan a souvenir of this historic night. Losing his favorite weapon didn’t stop Alan, who kept punishing the opponent with the chain, pushing him against the ropes and connecting a pop up death valley driver.

Dragging Heathen to the ropes, Alan was now using the chain to choke him, pulling with all his strength. After retrieving a steel chair, Envy climbed back inside the ring, dragging Jones back to his feet. The godless heathen from the south hit the champion with a low blow, dropping him on the chair with a brainbuster. The following pinfall attempt ended up with another two count when Alan put his foot over the bottom rope. Frustrated, Heathen complained with the referee, making the mistake of turning his back to the champion. The impact of the steel chair on Jones’ skull produced a sound that the Texas fans will hardly forget. A deaf thud followed, when Heathen fell face first on the mat as his long hair started turning in a dark red shade. He was out, all Alan had to do now was to roll him on the back and make the cover. And he did, hooking the leg as the referee started to count. One. Two.

Jones kicked out. Everybody was in shock, but Heathen Jones was still in this match. Heathen, a mask of blood of sweat was staring at him in absolute disbelief. Seating now on the mat, Heathen wrapped his hand around Alan’s throat and squeezed, slowly making it up to his feet. Alan seemed shocked, his face starting to turn red. With the last energy, Envy broke free, punching Jones’ arm and breaking free, following with a kick to the stomach and the Envious Demise on the steel chair. That was it, this time Jones couldn’t kick out. Alan won the match and retained the Lonestar Championship. But most importantly, he had his girl back.

WINNER: Alan Envy (Still Champion)
BY: Pinfall (Envious Demise), 25:28

Stephy rushed down to the ring, tears in her eyes and launched herself in her exhausted dad’s arms. Every single person in the arena was on their feet, applauding the hometown hero who was overwhelmed by the emotions, squeezing her kid in his arms. One last glance over her shoulder to see Heathen Jones being carried out on a stretcher. Saul nodded at Ethan, before escorting his nephew backstage.

The camera cut to the commentary team for the curtain call on this two nights of wrestling, but all four commentators were on their feet, emotional at the sight of Alan Envy finally reunited with his daughter. The image of the Lonestar, bloodied and exhausted but with a big smile on his face standing tall in the center of the ring next to his daughter with the Texas flag on his shoulders and the Lonestar Championship raised high above his head was the perfect picture to close this two night events. To make it even better, Alan called Stacy Matthews back in the ring and gave the title back to the widow of the LCW founder, closing this chapter of his life. He leaned in, whispering something in her ear before taking his daughter's hand and leaving the ring, heading backstage as twenty thousand people chanted his name.

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