Post by gvb on Feb 28, 2019 15:27:51 GMT -6
MILLENNIUM XXIX: Waking The Lion
Live from Key Arena in Seattle, WA
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
The show opens inside the Key Arena in Seattle, filled up to the last seat. As Godsmack's "When Legends Rise" plays out of the loudspeaker, the usual displays of Pyrotechnics exploding on the stage welcomes the audience to Millennium XXIX Waking The Lion. Moving over crowd, the camera stops to show some handmade signs the fans brought in.
"Fuck you Duke" "The Ubermensch Era" "No more fat shaming tournament" "#TheStreak 11-0" "Christina Hilton" "Crystal Rose" "Wang of Steele" "Thank you Chris!" "Olivia Constantine can have my babies"
Sitting behind the announcer's desk, Jared Idol and Bea Torres greet the fans with their usual introduction to the show.
Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Millennium XXIX!
Bea Torres:
It's the first step in our West Coast Tour, and what better place to start than where it all started?
Jared Idol:
That's right, we are back in Seattle, home of Pride Pro, the promotion Chuck Matthews bought and, with one of his masterplan, turned into MWE, bringing it back to Chicago after losing the war against Vengeance Pro.
Bea Torres:
Good times... I miss Chuck.
Jared Idol:
Well I will surely miss you after Grace van Beek hears this... But let's talk about tonight's card.
Bea Torres:
What do you mean?
Jared Idol:
Spotlights on the main event, a champion versus champion match with Tiffany going on against the Lockdown Champion Selina Metzger.
Bea Torres:
Do you really think that she would fire me?
Jared Idol:
We will see two tag matches, with both the MWE Tag Team Champions and the number one contenders in action. Jetpack vs Brthers McMillion and Happy Few versus BreeTee Committee.
Bea Torres:
I don't want to lose my job...
Jared Idol:
One of the absolute protagonists of Deep In The Heart Alan Envy is back, and he'll take on a pissed Jason Hawk.
Bea Torres:
I love it here...
Jared Idol:
Are you going to cry all night or will you actually start doing your job?
Bea Torres:
Does this mean I still have a job?
Jared Idol:
Let's just... cut to the next segment, please...
The Manic appears on the titantron, acting as if she’s fiddling around with a camera. She smiles once she realizes it’s working, and raises her arm so that she and The Misery can be seen walking along. The Manic is wearing her usual outfit, plus a wide-brimmed sun hat to shade her face from the blazing hot summers sun that beams down upon them. The Misery, for some reason, is wearing a pair of aviators over his masked eyes.
The Manic:
Well, we’re here in Manly, Queensland folks! And The Misery’s only a short stroke away from finding Tyron Bickerton and exacting his revenge!
A pretty blonde haired woman wearing shorts and a tank top walks past inquisitively, staring at the two bizarrely dressed individuals. The Manic glares back at her with curved eyebrows, teeth clenched.
The Manic:
Quit staring at The Manic’s man, you underdressed whore! He likes real women! Real women like The Manic!
The blonde woman picks up the pace, wasting no time in getting away from the fiery Manic. Once the woman is out of sight, The Manic grins at the camera and turns her attention to The Misery.
The Manic:
So, how does it feel knowing you are coming to a close in your longtime search for The Juggernaut himself?!
The Misery turns his head and faces the camera.
The Misery:
Is that truly a question? The Misery is currently running on pure ecstasy. He has waited for this moment a very long time. The Misery can close his eyes and visualize Bickerton cowering in fear as he lies at The Misery’s feet, beaten and bloody. The Misery can hear his pleas for mercy, his cries of apology. Oh it will be music to The Misery’s ears indeed.
The Manic:
Mmm… you really know how to make a girl salivate. The Manic cannot wait to film that. We couldn’t find his number or address in the phone book, so where will we look first?
Almost as if to answer her question, The Misery stops and looks up. The Manic follows suit and smiles, then aims the camera at the huge building they stand before. There is a sign above the entrance that reads: “Wynnum Plaza”.
The Manic:
A mall! Perfect! There’s a likely chance he’ll be in there!
The Misery:
Indeed. And if he isn’t, then we are bound to find somebody in there that knows him. There are not many world renowned professional wrestlers who reside in Manly.
The Manic looks back at the camera.
The Manic:
Well, whores and perves, we’re gonna head inside and The Manic will pull the camera out when there’s a worthy update!
The screen fades to black.
"Fuck you Duke" "The Ubermensch Era" "No more fat shaming tournament" "#TheStreak 11-0" "Christina Hilton" "Crystal Rose" "Wang of Steele" "Thank you Chris!" "Olivia Constantine can have my babies"
Sitting behind the announcer's desk, Jared Idol and Bea Torres greet the fans with their usual introduction to the show.
Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Millennium XXIX!
Bea Torres:
It's the first step in our West Coast Tour, and what better place to start than where it all started?
Jared Idol:
That's right, we are back in Seattle, home of Pride Pro, the promotion Chuck Matthews bought and, with one of his masterplan, turned into MWE, bringing it back to Chicago after losing the war against Vengeance Pro.
Bea Torres:
Good times... I miss Chuck.
Jared Idol:
Well I will surely miss you after Grace van Beek hears this... But let's talk about tonight's card.
Bea Torres:
What do you mean?
Jared Idol:
Spotlights on the main event, a champion versus champion match with Tiffany going on against the Lockdown Champion Selina Metzger.
Bea Torres:
Do you really think that she would fire me?
Jared Idol:
We will see two tag matches, with both the MWE Tag Team Champions and the number one contenders in action. Jetpack vs Brthers McMillion and Happy Few versus BreeTee Committee.
Bea Torres:
I don't want to lose my job...
Jared Idol:
One of the absolute protagonists of Deep In The Heart Alan Envy is back, and he'll take on a pissed Jason Hawk.
Bea Torres:
I love it here...
Jared Idol:
Are you going to cry all night or will you actually start doing your job?
Bea Torres:
Does this mean I still have a job?
Jared Idol:
Let's just... cut to the next segment, please...
The Manic appears on the titantron, acting as if she’s fiddling around with a camera. She smiles once she realizes it’s working, and raises her arm so that she and The Misery can be seen walking along. The Manic is wearing her usual outfit, plus a wide-brimmed sun hat to shade her face from the blazing hot summers sun that beams down upon them. The Misery, for some reason, is wearing a pair of aviators over his masked eyes.
The Manic:
Well, we’re here in Manly, Queensland folks! And The Misery’s only a short stroke away from finding Tyron Bickerton and exacting his revenge!
A pretty blonde haired woman wearing shorts and a tank top walks past inquisitively, staring at the two bizarrely dressed individuals. The Manic glares back at her with curved eyebrows, teeth clenched.
The Manic:
Quit staring at The Manic’s man, you underdressed whore! He likes real women! Real women like The Manic!
The blonde woman picks up the pace, wasting no time in getting away from the fiery Manic. Once the woman is out of sight, The Manic grins at the camera and turns her attention to The Misery.
The Manic:
So, how does it feel knowing you are coming to a close in your longtime search for The Juggernaut himself?!
The Misery turns his head and faces the camera.
The Misery:
Is that truly a question? The Misery is currently running on pure ecstasy. He has waited for this moment a very long time. The Misery can close his eyes and visualize Bickerton cowering in fear as he lies at The Misery’s feet, beaten and bloody. The Misery can hear his pleas for mercy, his cries of apology. Oh it will be music to The Misery’s ears indeed.
The Manic:
Mmm… you really know how to make a girl salivate. The Manic cannot wait to film that. We couldn’t find his number or address in the phone book, so where will we look first?
Almost as if to answer her question, The Misery stops and looks up. The Manic follows suit and smiles, then aims the camera at the huge building they stand before. There is a sign above the entrance that reads: “Wynnum Plaza”.
The Manic:
A mall! Perfect! There’s a likely chance he’ll be in there!
The Misery:
Indeed. And if he isn’t, then we are bound to find somebody in there that knows him. There are not many world renowned professional wrestlers who reside in Manly.
The Manic looks back at the camera.
The Manic:
Well, whores and perves, we’re gonna head inside and The Manic will pull the camera out when there’s a worthy update!
The screen fades to black.
Singles Match
Bruce Wang VS Kate Steele
The twenty-ninth episode of Millennium opened up with a match between the former Lockdown champion Kate Steele and the South Korean actor turned wrestler, Bruce Wang. Bruce came this close at Deep In The Heart from becoming the number one contender for the Lockdown Championship, nailing his Roll Credits on Jacob Figgins, only to see Crystal Hilton reaping the benefits of his effort and stealing the win. Tonight was his chance to get back on track, and he started off with the right footing, sending Kate for a run against the ropes and knocking her down with a shoulder tackle. He then hit the ropes as well, jumping over the floored opponent and ducking under her leapfrog, throwing her across the ring with a headscissors takedown. As soon as Kate made it back to her feet, Bruce connected with a discus lariat, knocking her down once again. The former Lockdown Champion wasn’t out there to be the sacrificial lamb on Bruce’s path for redemption, falling back on her martial arts background and flooring Wang with series of kicks, the last one of which being a devastating roundhouse kick. She immediately slid into a cover, but Wang kicked out in two. Kate complained with the referee for what she thought it was a slow count, making the mistake of turning her attention away from Bruce who grabbed her arm and dropped her on the mat with a ripcord sideslam. The former actor then climbs on the top rope and nailed a shooting star press, from which Steele powered out with authority. Wang picked her up and tried to go for his finishing move, but the Siren blocked the suplex lift and almost stole the win with a cradle, kicking Bruce’s head off with a stiff shining wizard when he escaped the pinning predicament in two, following with top rope senton for another near fall. The fast paced action kept the fans on the edge of their seats with a lot of false finals. Both the competitors were refusing to stay down, hitting each other with their best shots. Kate thought she had the match won when she nailed Wang with a tornado ddt after a Yakuza kick in the corner, Bruce couldn’t believe it when the referee blocked the count after he hit his Roll Credits (vertical suplex into a double knee backbreaker) pointing at Kate’s foot being on the rope. The south korean went back to work, with a series of forearm shots to the neck. After the third, he shoved her against the ropes, from where she rebounded back with a forearm of her own that sent Bruce staggering a few steps back. She charged at him but Bruce surprised her with a low dropkick that dropped her down on her knees. Wang went for a kick to the head, ducked by the former Lockdown Champion who then rolled him shoulder on the mat with a schoolboy pin. Bruce kicked out in one, trapping her arm between his legs and wrapping his arms around her head applying his Wang Stretch (Omoplata Crossface). Steele tried for a good minute to escape the submission or reach the ropes, unsuccessfully. Eventually, she was forced to give up. WINNER: Bruce Wang BY: Submission (Wang Stretch), 7:36 |
Bea Torres: "Kate Steele tapped out to Wang"
Jared Idol: "Bruce quickly gets back on track after the loss in that fatal 4 way at the last ppv"
Bea Torres: "That was a robbery, if you ask me. He had the match won, but Crystal stole the win from him"
Jared Idol: "She saw the opportinity and caught it. You may not like it, but she didn't cheat."
Bea Torres: "Ugh... I hate when you use logic."
We go backstage and see Duke Andrews. The crowd lays down a smattering of boos as he is having his hands taped in preparation for his match against Rebecca Saint. Into view walks Robbie Bourbon, who seems to be adjusting his mask. Robbie stops and sees Duke. Duke slowly turns his head and cocks an eyebrow at Robbie.
Duke Andrews:
...Yeah?
Robbie smiles.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Hi! Dude, I know you have a match tonight, and you look super focused on that…
Duke Andrews:
What do you want?
Robbie “MF" Bourbon:
Ah, to the point. Well, I usually start at the eraser end of the pencil. So, I heard you had to beat up your friend for being, well, a shitty friend. You know, I can see why someone would have to do that. Christian Michaels must have done something terrible besides losing a wrestling match. Maybe he insulted your dog, or your mom, or your mom's dog. Maybe he left an Arby's wrapper in your car on a road trip. I don't know, and I don't care.
Duke looks away, dismissing the inane prattle.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Look, I see a guy who is a little lost right now, and I think I could be a big help to you, is all. You just lost your bestie, so if you ever need a couch to sleep on, I am here for you. Also, I will be your life coach.
Duke looks straight at Robbie.
Duke Andrews:
My what?
Robbie has unzipped a fanny pack and pulled a fully dressed hot dog out of it as Duke turned. He takes a bite and his eyes go wide as he nods at Duke.
Duke Andrews:
You want to be like some sort of mentor?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Yup!
Bits of pulverized hot dog spew out onto Duke and the table he is sitting on. Robbie gulps down the mashed snack.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
The way I sees it, you're a little misguided at the moment. You're all about throwing elbows into faces. I, on the other hand, am all about feeling flesh bruise and jawbone buckle beneath the force of my forearm making contact with the mouth of some silly fool. I know we chatted a bit on Twitter, and really, these days it's almost like nobody discusses this stuff face to face, just over their phones, but I really feel like I am just the man to help you get the revenge you deserve.
Duke looks up at Robbie.
Duke Andrews:
Are you serious? I can't tell.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Of course, I only joke when I'm joking. Once upon a time I was just like you, young man…
Duke Andrews:
Wait, aren't I older than…
Duke looks at Robbie quizzically. Robbie shrugs.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Either way, I am just the man to help you out right now. I was shaped my monsters, molded by nightmares, I have been through shit that would make your tattoos jump off your body and run for the hills. That doesn't make me a bad person, though, I just am. The people, well, right now they think you're a scumbag. Let me help you out. I will help you earn the revenge you deserve!
Robbie chomps into his hot dog again.
Duke Andrews:
Are you through?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Naw, I fink I haff one more bite.
Less falls out this time as Robbie talks with his mouth ful while pointing at the third of a fully dressed hot dog left in his right hand. Duke smirks.
Duke Andrews:
You know what? I might just need your help.
Robbie gulps down his food and smiles, bits of bun, hot dog, relish, and onions in his teeth.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon:
Sweet! Good luck tonight!
Triple Threat Match
Robbie "MF" Bourbon VS Declan Pierce VS Luna
The former Lockdown champion Luna wasted little time attacking Declan with a forearm shot to the back of the head while Robbie was still making his way down the ring, too busy shaking hands and exchanging high fives with the fans in attendance. Bourbon rushed into the ring, going for Luna but finding the referee stepping between the two of them, asking them both to get in their corner and checking on Declan, who slowly made it back to his feet and nodded when asked if he could continue the match. The bell finally rang and Luna charged at Robbie with a dropkick that sent the big man out of the ring. With him out of the way, her attention went back on Pierce, who fought back with a few right hands before the Star Of The Night drove her knee in his mid section twice, following with an overdrive neckbreaker. She went for a cover after the Upgrade, but Robbie broke the pinfall with an elbow drop to the back of the former Lockdown Champion. The Viceroy Of Vulgar was cleaning house, keeping both competitors at bay with a dominant performance. He tossed Luna in the corner, turned around and blocked Declan’s charging with a kick to the stomach, dropping him down with a butterfly suplex. Quickly getting back to his feet, he hit Luna with a corner clothesline setting her up on the top rope and getting ready for a superplex. As soon as he reached her at height, Declan moved under him and dropped him all the way down with a powerbomb while he was suplexing Luna. The fans popped up on their feet seeing the tower of doom, appreciating the feat of strength displayed by Prince Piledriver who quickly went for a cover on Robbie, obtaining a two count. Wasting no time, he tried to pin Luna as well, but the outcome remained the same. Luna’s approach to this match was what many people would call coward, but it was nonetheless smart, considering the size and power disadvantage compared to the two opponent. She spent long portions of the match outside the ring, or in the corner, away from the action keeping herself fresh and ready to step in at the right moment. Like when Declan nailed Robbie with his Pierced! an impressive spear in the corner. That was when Luna sneaked in and tried to roll Pierce, using the ropes for extra leverage. The referee caught and admonished her, while Bourbon didn’t take the cheating attempt so lightly, grabbing The Star Of The Night by her throat and slamming her down the mat with the Earth’s Mightiest Chokeslam, or EMC for short. Luna wasn’t moving, but he couldn’t capitalize, finding himself on the receiving end of a Big FCKN Boot from Prince Piledriver. The impact sent The Sultan Of Smacktalk outside the ring, leaving Declan alone with Luna. He went to capitalize on Robbie’s chokeslam, only to find out that Luna was playing possum as she once again rolled him up with a cradle. Declan kicked out and swung his fist, ducked by Luna who landed one of her infamous throat strikes. She kept hitting the Pierce with her Krav Maga based offense, lowering his head and driving her knees to his face multiple times. The Colorado born was down, and the former Lockdown Champion quickly climbed to the top rope, jumping off as soon as he made it back to his feet, connecting with her Thestral. She made the cover, but as soon as the referee hit one, Robbie grabbed her foot and pulled her away from the pinning predicament, picking her up for his Robbiebomb. Saki slid inside the ring behind him, wielding a steel chair and slamming it across Bourbon’s back, knocking him down. Her unexpected and senseless attack didn’t stop there, continuing with more chair shots to the floored opponent. Then, as if nothing happened, she smiled and skipped out of the ring. Luna pushed Declan out of the ring with her foot and made the cover, walking out with the victory. WINNER: Luna BY: Pinfall (Multiple Chair Shots), 12:40 |
Bea Torres: "Why? Why did she attack Robbie?"
Jared Idol: "Well, it's Saki. Does she actually need a reason for anything she does?"
Bea Torres: "Yeah... Fair point."
Things come into focus at the Key Arena and our image is on that of Crystal Hilton. She is walking backstage with a purpose as her purple hair flows freely down her back. She can’t help but crack a wide grin as her eyes move to that of the cameras and she begins to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
Long behold it looks like it’s time for yet another night in which I can show the entire world what I am made of. This week I get to step into the ring once again with Dusty Douglass. The last time we fought things didn’t really go in the way that I had hoped for them to go. I remember losing and I was forced to go down the rankings and was left with nothing…
Crystal shakes her head in utter disgust as she looks down before cracking a very wicked grin.
Crystal Hilton:
I felt pretty empty. I felt like I didn’t matter and nothing would ever go my way. Yet somehow in the midst of everything I found a way to pick myself back up. I found a way to win and I am now in the driver’s seat of my career. I am the number one contender for the Lock Down Championship which means I am going to continue to build myself over each and every single week and I am going to elevate myself to where I really need to be in this industry.
Christina cracks a very wicked grin as she continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
It’s just a shame that Dusty has yet to be another victim of yours truly. He is a man that was laughing it up after he beat me. He looked at me as if I was one big fucking joke and he didn’t give a shit. He was only about promoting his own name and making sure that he would move further on in the future but I am much more than that.
Christina smiles again as she continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
I know for a fact that I will be the Lock Down Champion. It’s just a matter of time before I get exactly what I want and that’s another chance at Selina Metzger. Selina and I have been going at it since the beginning. She has had this habit of always beating me and I am not going to take it. So once I get past Dusty it’s me and Selina. See you bitches soon. I don’t have nothing else to sya on the matter.
Crystal pie faces the camera as she walk away.
Another video plays on the titantron, this time a food court. The camera is panning around at all the different people eating. Some don’t take notice, while others are clearly uncomfortable. The camera flips around to reveal The Manic looking around, The Misery by her side doing the same.
The Manic:
The Manic doesn’t see him anywhere.
The Manic frowns.
The Manic:
Actually, The Manic doesn’t even know what he looks like. What does he look like?
The Misery:
Well, when The Misery last saw him, he had short brown hair, a beard and he was on the larger side of the scales.
The Manic:
So he’s fat?
The Misery:
Don’t say that. The Misery may not like Tyron Bickerton but he also does not like such derogatory terms. He has some weight, yes.
The Manic flips the camera back around. Pans for a while, then aims and zooms it in at a man who fits the description. He’s eating a burger, mayonnaise running down his chin.
The Manic:
Ooooh! The Manic found him!
The Misery:
Where?!
The Manic:
There!
The Misery:
That is not him.
The camera continues to go from left to right, trying to locate the target. It stops on another man who fits the description, this time eating some sort of Japanese ramen. He slurps his noodles up and licks his lips.
The Manic:
Right there! That’s gotta be him, right?!
The Misery:
It is not.
The Manic:
Hmm…
The Manic continues to use the camera’s zoom-in tool to look around. She stops on another person, who this time is sitting with two children eating happy meals while they chow down on what appears to be a chicken salad. Though this time the person does not have a beard.
The Manic:
Third time lucky! That’s him right there!
The Misery:
Well, Tyron does like chicken… wait a second.
The Misery pauses.
The Misery:
That is a woman.
The Manic:
Oh.
The Manic keeps searching, and in the distance the camera picks up a group of glaring teenage boys. There are three of them. They make their way over, and approach The Misery and his partner in crime.
Boy #1:
Those are some skitz threads mates. Here I was thinkin’ Halloween’s in October!
The boys friends snicker.
Boy #2:
Is that one of them f***in’ morphsuit things?
The Misery:
It is, yes. Though it is custom made so that the mask is not completely attached to the body. That way The Misery can shower without taking it off.
Boy #2:
Do ya look like a mutt or somethin’?
The Misery:
No.
Boy #1:
Whaddya do when ya need to give the suit a wash? Do ya run around in the nuddy ‘till the washer beeps?
The Misery:
Sometimes, yes.
The Manic:
How do you understand what they’re saying…?
The Misery:
This is not The Misery’s first trip down under.
The third boy, who has yet to speak, suddenly has a look of realization come across his face.
Boy #3:
Hold on a second! Did you say The Misery? Boys, I reckon this is that wrestler c*** who's lookin’ for Tyron Bickerton!
Boy #1:
Aw choice! That’s f***in’ skitz!
The Misery:
You are correct. Do you know where he is?
Boy #2:
We saw him down at P&C Checken last week with some sheila. Reckon he’s been crackin’ a fatty when she whips her knickers off.
The Misery:
Hmm. Curious. Does he frequent this P&C Chicken often?
Boy #3:
Seen him there a couply times myself. Defo be worth givin’ it a geeze, mate.
The Misery:
Where is it?
Boy #1:
Just down by the water, ya can’t miss it.
Boy #2:
Hey before ya go, ya got a durry we could pinch?
The Manic flips the camera around so that she and The Misery are once again in frame.
The Misery:
The Misery does not smoke. Thank you for your time.
The camera switches off.
The Manic:
The Manic doesn’t see him anywhere.
The Manic frowns.
The Manic:
Actually, The Manic doesn’t even know what he looks like. What does he look like?
The Misery:
Well, when The Misery last saw him, he had short brown hair, a beard and he was on the larger side of the scales.
The Manic:
So he’s fat?
The Misery:
Don’t say that. The Misery may not like Tyron Bickerton but he also does not like such derogatory terms. He has some weight, yes.
The Manic flips the camera back around. Pans for a while, then aims and zooms it in at a man who fits the description. He’s eating a burger, mayonnaise running down his chin.
The Manic:
Ooooh! The Manic found him!
The Misery:
Where?!
The Manic:
There!
The Misery:
That is not him.
The camera continues to go from left to right, trying to locate the target. It stops on another man who fits the description, this time eating some sort of Japanese ramen. He slurps his noodles up and licks his lips.
The Manic:
Right there! That’s gotta be him, right?!
The Misery:
It is not.
The Manic:
Hmm…
The Manic continues to use the camera’s zoom-in tool to look around. She stops on another person, who this time is sitting with two children eating happy meals while they chow down on what appears to be a chicken salad. Though this time the person does not have a beard.
The Manic:
Third time lucky! That’s him right there!
The Misery:
Well, Tyron does like chicken… wait a second.
The Misery pauses.
The Misery:
That is a woman.
The Manic:
Oh.
The Manic keeps searching, and in the distance the camera picks up a group of glaring teenage boys. There are three of them. They make their way over, and approach The Misery and his partner in crime.
Boy #1:
Those are some skitz threads mates. Here I was thinkin’ Halloween’s in October!
The boys friends snicker.
Boy #2:
Is that one of them f***in’ morphsuit things?
The Misery:
It is, yes. Though it is custom made so that the mask is not completely attached to the body. That way The Misery can shower without taking it off.
Boy #2:
Do ya look like a mutt or somethin’?
The Misery:
No.
Boy #1:
Whaddya do when ya need to give the suit a wash? Do ya run around in the nuddy ‘till the washer beeps?
The Misery:
Sometimes, yes.
The Manic:
How do you understand what they’re saying…?
The Misery:
This is not The Misery’s first trip down under.
The third boy, who has yet to speak, suddenly has a look of realization come across his face.
Boy #3:
Hold on a second! Did you say The Misery? Boys, I reckon this is that wrestler c*** who's lookin’ for Tyron Bickerton!
Boy #1:
Aw choice! That’s f***in’ skitz!
The Misery:
You are correct. Do you know where he is?
Boy #2:
We saw him down at P&C Checken last week with some sheila. Reckon he’s been crackin’ a fatty when she whips her knickers off.
The Misery:
Hmm. Curious. Does he frequent this P&C Chicken often?
Boy #3:
Seen him there a couply times myself. Defo be worth givin’ it a geeze, mate.
The Misery:
Where is it?
Boy #1:
Just down by the water, ya can’t miss it.
Boy #2:
Hey before ya go, ya got a durry we could pinch?
The Manic flips the camera around so that she and The Misery are once again in frame.
The Misery:
The Misery does not smoke. Thank you for your time.
The camera switches off.
Singles Match
Christina Rose VS Dusty Douglas
Dustin Douglas has been on an absolute roll since signing the dotted line with Millennium. The 35 years old rookie sensation has won every single one of his ten matches under the green brand, his streak quickly getting one of the most talked topics amongst the MWE fans. Can Crystal Hilton, the new number one contender to the Lockdown Championship be the one to finally take the big man down? The answer seemed to be a sounding no, with Dusty starting off strong with a massive lariat to the Blossoming Rose. As soon as she got back up, Douglas lifted her and ran to the corner, slamming her against the turnbuckle, connecting with some quick punches to the stomach. As she doubled over in pain, he put her head between his legs and lifted her over his shoulder, slamming her to the mat with a sitout powerbomb. Crystal raised her shoulder in time, kicking out of the pinning predicament. Absolutely not fazed by it, Dusty dragged her back to her feet, but the veteran was quick to counter with a jawbreaker, and follow up with a single leg dropkick that sent the big man staggering back against the ropes. Hilton quickly reached him and landed a few chops to his chest, grabbing his arm going for an irish whip. Obviously, Dusty easily blocked her attempt, pulling her close right into a vicious headbutt, trying to put her away for an early win. The stuff of champions and the bigger experience somehow managed to get her back into the swing of things, planting him with a tilt a whirl ddt. Dusty kicked out with authority from the pinning predicament, but Crystal, now able to exploit her speed and agility to put the big man in a difficult position. After stunning him with an enziguri kick that dropped the 35 years old rookie on his knee, she connected a vicious Flashlight (Chick Kick), prelude to the Smell The Roses (Handspring Standing Moonsault). But even all this wasn’t enough to end The Streak. Crystal was becoming more and more confident as the minutes passed and her offense seemed to be wearing the big man down, earning another near fall after But Dusty was alive and kicking, literally. He stopped Hilton’s momentum with a big boot, following with a running senton for a count of two. The Murder Train was now on a roll, lifting her with a deadlift german suplex for his Big Bang Attack. The former Lockdown Champion wasn’t staying down, getting back to her feet and charging at Dusty, who caught her in a scoop powerslam. He had the opponent right where he wanted her now, all he had to do was locking her in his Dusty Finish (Anaconda Vise) and wait for her to inevitably tap out. WINNER: Dusty Douglas BY: Submission (Dusty Finish), 9:48 |
Jared Idol: "11-0. Impressive."
Bea Torres: "This Murder Train ain't gonna stop Jared"
Jared Idol: "That doesn't seem to be the case. Dustin is climbing the ranks of this company impressive performance after impressive performance."
Bea Torres: "The 35 years old rookie is unstoppable!"
Jared Idol: "Aye."
Cameras cut to a shot of the backstage area where we see interviewer Chloe Collins hastily making her way down the hallway toward Rebecca Saint.
Chloe Collins:
Rebecca, a moment?
Rebecca appears disinterested in entertaining the idea of an interview as she marches down the corridor.
Chloe Collins:
Please, Ms Saint? This will only take a minute of your time…
This time, Rebecca comes to a stop and turns in place so that she is facing the interviewer. She doesn’t speak a word as she crosses her arms and awaits the question. Chloe flashes a smile.
Chloe Collins:
There’s been a lot of talk online, so much speculation about the future of the Uncanny Socialites. And I was just hoping to get a word from you on the matter, give an answer to the fans of Millennium… What’s going on there?
Saint runs a hand through her hair and brushes it over to one side.
Rebecca Saint:
I have noticed quite a bit of that going around. Those close to us have been asking about it as well… Kelsey just became the Honor Champion of the World over in HYBRID, can you believe that? I have known that girl for almost nine years now and one thing she has wanted to do above all else is to become a world champion. And she has finally done that. Almost brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it because I know how hard she has worked and how much she had to sacrifice to achieve it.
Rebecca’s stone-faced expression softens slightly for a moment.
Rebecca Saint:
And she also had a stellar performance in the Junior Heavyweight Title Tournament on Riot last week... Something she is gearing up to do once again this coming Saturday as well. She is on fire right now and I could not be prouder. Her singles career has really taken off and is only going to get better from here. Though it pains me to say it aloud, I believe we can all see the writing on the wall… As far as the Uncanny Socialites are concerned, we are on indefinite hiatus.
Despite it being heavily speculated by many, the interviewer seems to be taken aback by this revelation.
Chloe Collins:
Wow, well then, I have to ask… What’s next for Rebecca Saint?
Saint tilts her head to the side and takes a moment to think on her reply.
Rebecca Saint:
First thing is first, I have to face the music against Duke Andrews tonight. He was quick to highlight how I have been a crappy friend as of late. Hell, he called me out on things I have done years ago and there is a lot of truth in his words. It would seem that no matter how hard I try, I can never escape the past. It hangs over me like a dark cloud… And those whom I have allowed to get close to me, such as Duke, have no issue using it against me if they need to. I will admit that I have not always been the kindest or most welcoming person. However, I believe he is going about everything the wrong way. I have been down the road he is travelling and I can tell you, it is a lonely, miserable existence. But unfortunately there is nothing that I can do about it. Instead of learning from my mistakes, he is set in his ways.
Rebecca’s sorrow is replaced with fury.
Rebecca Saint:
But simply because I have been a bad friend does not mean I am going to sit back and allow him to trash me. What Duke Andrews needs to understand is if you are going to smack me, I am going to smack you back much harder. To answer your question, I am going to deal with Duke Andrews tonight and then… We shall see what happens next.
Chloe Collins:
Rebecca, a moment?
Rebecca appears disinterested in entertaining the idea of an interview as she marches down the corridor.
Chloe Collins:
Please, Ms Saint? This will only take a minute of your time…
This time, Rebecca comes to a stop and turns in place so that she is facing the interviewer. She doesn’t speak a word as she crosses her arms and awaits the question. Chloe flashes a smile.
Chloe Collins:
There’s been a lot of talk online, so much speculation about the future of the Uncanny Socialites. And I was just hoping to get a word from you on the matter, give an answer to the fans of Millennium… What’s going on there?
Saint runs a hand through her hair and brushes it over to one side.
Rebecca Saint:
I have noticed quite a bit of that going around. Those close to us have been asking about it as well… Kelsey just became the Honor Champion of the World over in HYBRID, can you believe that? I have known that girl for almost nine years now and one thing she has wanted to do above all else is to become a world champion. And she has finally done that. Almost brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it because I know how hard she has worked and how much she had to sacrifice to achieve it.
Rebecca’s stone-faced expression softens slightly for a moment.
Rebecca Saint:
And she also had a stellar performance in the Junior Heavyweight Title Tournament on Riot last week... Something she is gearing up to do once again this coming Saturday as well. She is on fire right now and I could not be prouder. Her singles career has really taken off and is only going to get better from here. Though it pains me to say it aloud, I believe we can all see the writing on the wall… As far as the Uncanny Socialites are concerned, we are on indefinite hiatus.
Despite it being heavily speculated by many, the interviewer seems to be taken aback by this revelation.
Chloe Collins:
Wow, well then, I have to ask… What’s next for Rebecca Saint?
Saint tilts her head to the side and takes a moment to think on her reply.
Rebecca Saint:
First thing is first, I have to face the music against Duke Andrews tonight. He was quick to highlight how I have been a crappy friend as of late. Hell, he called me out on things I have done years ago and there is a lot of truth in his words. It would seem that no matter how hard I try, I can never escape the past. It hangs over me like a dark cloud… And those whom I have allowed to get close to me, such as Duke, have no issue using it against me if they need to. I will admit that I have not always been the kindest or most welcoming person. However, I believe he is going about everything the wrong way. I have been down the road he is travelling and I can tell you, it is a lonely, miserable existence. But unfortunately there is nothing that I can do about it. Instead of learning from my mistakes, he is set in his ways.
Rebecca’s sorrow is replaced with fury.
Rebecca Saint:
But simply because I have been a bad friend does not mean I am going to sit back and allow him to trash me. What Duke Andrews needs to understand is if you are going to smack me, I am going to smack you back much harder. To answer your question, I am going to deal with Duke Andrews tonight and then… We shall see what happens next.
“Crazy Horse” by Black Label Society begins to play and the crowd at The Key Arena erupts as Jacob Hammerstein walks out. The fans are on their feet, some cheering, some booing, as The American Monster power walks to the ring, a determined look on his face. He grabs a microphone, slides under the bottom rope, and walks to the center of the ring.
HAMMERSTEIN
WHAT'S UP, EMERALD CITY?
The crowd responds to the shout-out with a mixed reaction. The American Monster walks over and leans against the ropes that face the entrance ramp.
HAMMERSTEIN
Not too long ago, we were really rockin weren't we, Seattle? I was World Champ across town, and you guys loved me and I loved you guys.
The crowd cheers a bit, with a few “HAMMERSTEIN” chants around the arena, as The American Monster waxes nostalgic. He smiles softly, almost wistfully, as he looks down at the microphone. When he looks back up, however, his eyes are filled with bitterness.
HAMMERSTEIN
What the fuck happened, Seattle? I mean, one minute you're cheerin’ me on as I fight the good fight, the next minute you treat me like I pissed on Jimi Hendrix's grave.
What the hell?
The mixed reaction from the Seattle fans has turned into almost unanimous boos. Hammerstein smiles sarcastically, almost welcoming the boos.
HAMMERSTEIN
Is it cause I beat the high holy hell outta poor little Bethany Driver back at Deep in the Heart? Cause if that's the reason, then hell yeah, I deserve it! Keep it comin!
See, Bethany, you came in here, the plucky little spitfire, all ready to beat the odds and win your Millennium Pay Per View debut. You wanted to win for all the little people of the world. All the little people who have a dream, deep in their hearts. A dream that, no matter what, if you try hard, play by the rules, put in that work, and never give up, all your dreams can come true with that fairy tail ending.
Hammerstein begins to sing Young at Heart by Frank Sinatra.
HAMMERSTEIN
🎵Fairy tales can come🎵
🎵It can happen to you...🎵
BUT NOT AGAINST HAMMERSTEIN, GODDAMMIT!
Bethany Driver, and anyone else who thinks they're gonna make their dreams come true against me, here's your goddamn reality check right here!
Hammerstein holds up a clenched fist.
“Devil” by Shinedown plays and the fans welcome Bethany Driver to the Key Arena, while Hammerstein grins and shakes his head. Hammerstein waves at her, but Driver just smiles and ignores him, choosing to high five the fans. As Driver makes her way around ringside, Hammerstein stalks her as he walks around the inside perimeter of the ring. The timekeeper hands Bethany a microphone, after she takes a sip from a fan’s soda, before she walks up the ring steps.
BETHANY DRIVER
Hey there, Hammy.
HAMMERSTEIN
Hiiii.
BETHANY DRIVER
You won, at Deep in the Heart, no denying that. I never guaranteed that you wouldn’t. But you see, you swore up and down on something, and you failed to deliver.
Hammerstein scratches his head and looks at Bethany, confused.
HAMMERSTEIN
Oh, really?
How ya figure?
BETHANY DRIVER
Remember what I said, Hammer? I said that you’d knock me down, and we both know you did. But I also said that I’d keep getting back up, and I did. You had to hit me with your best shot twice before you going get that three count, and even then… I. Still. Got. Back. Up.
Hammerstein smiles and giggles a bit.
HAMMERSTEIN
Kept you down long enough, Bethany. Call it a moral victory if you want, the only columns that matter in the record books are Wins and Losses. And, whether you like it or not, I beat you, one… two… three.
I'm done with you.
Driver takes a step towards Hammerstein, a look of determination on her face.
BETHANY DRIVER
You might think you’re done with me, but I'm nowhere near done with you. I know I can beat you. The question is, Hammer, do you have it in you to beat me again?
Hammerstein looks at her, bewildered.
HAMMERSTEIN
You're jokin,’ right?
You're actually challengin’ me?
After the asskickin I laid on you?
HA!
I guess it's true what they say…
You can either be smart or pretty,
but you can't be both.
You wanna go another round with
The American Monster?
You're on!
Hammerstein goes to leave the ring, but Bethany's not done. She grins from ear to ear as she addresses the crowd.
BETHANY DRIVER
Hey, Seattle! Did you hear that? He thinks I'm pretty!
Driver, and most of the Seattle crowd, laughs, embarrassing Hammerstein a bit.
HAMMERSTEIN
Well, I mean you're no Holly Hammerstein, but you'd reach the eighteen to twenty-four demographic, especially if you put on some makeup and dropped a few pounds.
Bethany smiles sarcastically at Hammerstein.
BETHANY DRIVER
See Hammer, the thing is, if I dropped a few pounds, I’d be fucking perfect and that wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the world, no would it? But regardless which of us is prettier, it's gonna be a truly beautiful thing when I pin you in the middle of the ring.
HAMMERSTEIN
Well, Beth…
BETHANY DRIVER
No, Hammer, you've had your time. You hit me with your best shot, and I got up. Now it's MY turn to hit YOU with my best shot. Do you have the balls to take it and get back up?
Driver drops the microphone and exits the ring, leaving Hammerstein speechless and fuming, as the crowd that was changing “HAMMERSTEIN!” is now chanting “BETHANY!” The two continue to stare one another down, unmoving, as the scene fades out.
HAMMERSTEIN
WHAT'S UP, EMERALD CITY?
The crowd responds to the shout-out with a mixed reaction. The American Monster walks over and leans against the ropes that face the entrance ramp.
HAMMERSTEIN
Not too long ago, we were really rockin weren't we, Seattle? I was World Champ across town, and you guys loved me and I loved you guys.
The crowd cheers a bit, with a few “HAMMERSTEIN” chants around the arena, as The American Monster waxes nostalgic. He smiles softly, almost wistfully, as he looks down at the microphone. When he looks back up, however, his eyes are filled with bitterness.
HAMMERSTEIN
What the fuck happened, Seattle? I mean, one minute you're cheerin’ me on as I fight the good fight, the next minute you treat me like I pissed on Jimi Hendrix's grave.
What the hell?
The mixed reaction from the Seattle fans has turned into almost unanimous boos. Hammerstein smiles sarcastically, almost welcoming the boos.
HAMMERSTEIN
Is it cause I beat the high holy hell outta poor little Bethany Driver back at Deep in the Heart? Cause if that's the reason, then hell yeah, I deserve it! Keep it comin!
See, Bethany, you came in here, the plucky little spitfire, all ready to beat the odds and win your Millennium Pay Per View debut. You wanted to win for all the little people of the world. All the little people who have a dream, deep in their hearts. A dream that, no matter what, if you try hard, play by the rules, put in that work, and never give up, all your dreams can come true with that fairy tail ending.
Hammerstein begins to sing Young at Heart by Frank Sinatra.
HAMMERSTEIN
🎵Fairy tales can come🎵
🎵It can happen to you...🎵
BUT NOT AGAINST HAMMERSTEIN, GODDAMMIT!
Bethany Driver, and anyone else who thinks they're gonna make their dreams come true against me, here's your goddamn reality check right here!
Hammerstein holds up a clenched fist.
“Devil” by Shinedown plays and the fans welcome Bethany Driver to the Key Arena, while Hammerstein grins and shakes his head. Hammerstein waves at her, but Driver just smiles and ignores him, choosing to high five the fans. As Driver makes her way around ringside, Hammerstein stalks her as he walks around the inside perimeter of the ring. The timekeeper hands Bethany a microphone, after she takes a sip from a fan’s soda, before she walks up the ring steps.
BETHANY DRIVER
Hey there, Hammy.
HAMMERSTEIN
Hiiii.
BETHANY DRIVER
You won, at Deep in the Heart, no denying that. I never guaranteed that you wouldn’t. But you see, you swore up and down on something, and you failed to deliver.
Hammerstein scratches his head and looks at Bethany, confused.
HAMMERSTEIN
Oh, really?
How ya figure?
BETHANY DRIVER
Remember what I said, Hammer? I said that you’d knock me down, and we both know you did. But I also said that I’d keep getting back up, and I did. You had to hit me with your best shot twice before you going get that three count, and even then… I. Still. Got. Back. Up.
Hammerstein smiles and giggles a bit.
HAMMERSTEIN
Kept you down long enough, Bethany. Call it a moral victory if you want, the only columns that matter in the record books are Wins and Losses. And, whether you like it or not, I beat you, one… two… three.
I'm done with you.
Driver takes a step towards Hammerstein, a look of determination on her face.
BETHANY DRIVER
You might think you’re done with me, but I'm nowhere near done with you. I know I can beat you. The question is, Hammer, do you have it in you to beat me again?
Hammerstein looks at her, bewildered.
HAMMERSTEIN
You're jokin,’ right?
You're actually challengin’ me?
After the asskickin I laid on you?
HA!
I guess it's true what they say…
You can either be smart or pretty,
but you can't be both.
You wanna go another round with
The American Monster?
You're on!
Hammerstein goes to leave the ring, but Bethany's not done. She grins from ear to ear as she addresses the crowd.
BETHANY DRIVER
Hey, Seattle! Did you hear that? He thinks I'm pretty!
Driver, and most of the Seattle crowd, laughs, embarrassing Hammerstein a bit.
HAMMERSTEIN
Well, I mean you're no Holly Hammerstein, but you'd reach the eighteen to twenty-four demographic, especially if you put on some makeup and dropped a few pounds.
Bethany smiles sarcastically at Hammerstein.
BETHANY DRIVER
See Hammer, the thing is, if I dropped a few pounds, I’d be fucking perfect and that wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the world, no would it? But regardless which of us is prettier, it's gonna be a truly beautiful thing when I pin you in the middle of the ring.
HAMMERSTEIN
Well, Beth…
BETHANY DRIVER
No, Hammer, you've had your time. You hit me with your best shot, and I got up. Now it's MY turn to hit YOU with my best shot. Do you have the balls to take it and get back up?
Driver drops the microphone and exits the ring, leaving Hammerstein speechless and fuming, as the crowd that was changing “HAMMERSTEIN!” is now chanting “BETHANY!” The two continue to stare one another down, unmoving, as the scene fades out.
Singles Match
Rebecca Saint VS Duke Andrews
Last saturday, Duke Andrews shocked everyone when he turned on his longtime friends and tag team partners, the Brothers McMillion at the end of the Hybrid Triad Championship match that saw them losing the titles against The Pantheon at the last Ascension event. His relentless attack to Christian Michaels brought back old memories in Rebecca’s, who had been in a similar situation when, years ago, she turned on her best friends Kelsey Spencer. Her words though, fell on deaf ears. Despite everything, Rebecca tried to talk some sense in Duke who decided to shut her up with a stiff forearm to the jaw instead. The time for talking, if there had ever been one, was over and Rebecca didn’t have a problem returning the courtesy. An all out brawl sprung out from this initial exchange, all the tension accumulated in the days before this match let out in a heated trade of right hands, from which none of the competitors seemed to be willing to back down. It was Duke who broke the exchange with a knee to the mid section, whipping Rebecca against the ropes and taking her down with a lariat. With fire in her eyes, Saint popped back up to her feet, hitting the ropes and charging at Andrews who was standing in the center of the ring, ducking the first clothesline attempt, rebounding back into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He picked the Socialite up and shoved her in the corner, charging at full speed and squashing her with a body splash. It took her a while, but Rebecca eventually was able to find a way to turn tides. Having known Duke for quite some time now, she knew exactly what to expect from his Red White and Blue Combo, ducking the final strike, the roaring lariat and driving him to the mat with a neckbreaker. Andrews immediately grabbed the back of his head in pain, but this didn’t stop Saint from stomping him down to the mat, connecting with some sharp kicks to the ribs when he rolled away and tried to get back on his feet. She then sent him in the corner, clubbing his back with left and right forearm and stomping him in the corner after he fell under her blows. The referee created some separation, allowing Duke to get back to his feet. Rebecca then charged in with a big right hand to the jaw, going for a second attempt that Andrews frustrated exploding out of the corner and slamming her to the mat with a spinebuster. The hard hitting contest went back and forth for almost ten minutes, until Duke seemed to be putting an end on it after connecting his Killshot. He underestimated Saint’s resilience, looking at her in disbelief as she raised her shoulder before the three count. After getting almost knocked out by the terrific knee strike, Rebecca seemed to find a new boost of energy, blocking a right hand and quickly answering with some of her hard knees, targeting Michigan’s Favorite Son’s legs. She then hit the ropes and took him down with a chop block, inflicting more punishment to the right leg with some stomps to the knee before grabbing his foot and twisting it in an ankle lock. The veteran dragged himself toward the ropes, but before he could reach them, Rebecca pulled him back in the middle of the ring, transitioning into the Saint’s Row (figure four sharpshooter). Duke was in a world of pain, trying to resist the incredible amount of pressure Saint was putting on his leg. Clenching his teeth, he tried to reach the ropes once again, this time grabbing the bottom one and breaking the submission. Slowly, shaking his pain off the leg, he climbed back to his feet, finding Rebecca waiting for him with the Saint-Hearted (Discus Elbow Smash). The impact was so violent that Duke fell through the ropes and out of the ring, probably saving himself from the pinfall. The referee started to count him out, but Rebecca wasn’t going to wait, reaching him out ready to capitalize on the favorable moment. As soon as she reached him though, Duke drove a chair he retrieved from under the ring into her midsection, getting instantly disqualified. WINNER: Rebecca Saint BY: DQ (Chair Shot), 12:09 |
Bea Torres: "Nooo! Stoooop!"
Jared Idol: "I don't think he's going to listen to you, Bea.."
Duke has a wicked grin on his face, taunting Rebecca, poking her with the chair and dropping it on her back, right when she was starting to get up. He's about to hit her a second time when Christian Michaels rushes to the rescue, running down the ramp welcomed by a huge pop from the fans. As soon as he sees his former friend approaching at full speed, Duke drops the chair and jumps over the barricade, raising his arm and tapping his wrist with the index, mouthing at CM that this will happen when Duke decides it's time. Christian checks on his friend Rebecca who assures him she's alright. His last glance is for Andrews who's leaving through the booing fans. And it's a look full of hatred and rage.
A gentle “hiss” is picked up while the screen is still black. However, it becomes far louder as the camera’s picture and audio begins to manifest. The audience is introduced to the inner confines of the locker room arena. That “hiss?” It’s coming from the Western region of room. The camera slowly pans over. OMI of The Happy Happy is shadowing boxing. She’s running through a few striking combinations. They’re crisp and sharp; the result of muscle memory. Perhaps she is aware of the camera’s presence, but she doesn’t deter her from her tasking. The camera then pans over to the benches and lockers. That’s where we find NEON. She is laying on one of the benches while she stretches out her arms. The camera lingers on her for a moment until June Oikawa steps into the frame.
June Oikawa:
Good evening.
She gives a slight nod of the head.
June Oikawa:
I was asked to say a word or two. So please bear with me.
June pauses for a moment.
June Oikawa:
Prior to their bout at Deep In The Heart, you heard NEON give a speech. She elected to do the talking herself that night. And perhaps it was for the best. Sometimes emotion is lost when a translation is involved. However, I am sure that NEON’s emotion was able capture you all.
She nods her head.
June Oikawa:
Say what you will about SERO, OMI, and NEON. Nonetheless, you cannot deny that they are passionate about the sport of professional wrestling. Because for them, it isn’t about being seen and worshiped by the public. It isn’t obtaining vast riches or fame. No at all. For those three, it is about going out there to that ring and being the very best that they can be. Period. Their grandfather and grandmother were amazing warriors in the ring. Their father was a household name in Japan due to his skill. And their mother revolutionized her promotion. Greatness beget SERO, OMI, and NEON. Therefore, they strive to be great themselves.
There’s another pause.
June Oikawa:
That desire to be great is what willed them past Brothers McMillion. They “dealt with it,” and they became the number one contenders to the Millennium Wrestling Tag Team Championships. And when the time comes, I believe that desire shall will them pas JetPack as well…
She nods once more.
June Oikawa:
But that is the future. Tonight? OMI and NEON look to knock off The BreeTee Committee.
June folds her arms.
June Oikawa:
Ladies, neither your heart nor your talent is in question. We’ve seen them both on full display. Nonetheless, OMI and NEON do not plan on being stopped, not tonight. Their eyes are on that golden prize. They are ready and focused. And as many here Millennium have realized, there’s little use trying to stop them when they become ready and focused.
NEON sits up as June finishes speaking. She quickly cracks her neck and gets up from the bench. She heads over to where OMI is. The lightning fast striker tosses out one more punch before she halts and turns towards her sister.
NEON:
すべてのセット?
OMI nods.
OMI:
うん。行きましょう。
It isn’t long before the camera fades out.
June Oikawa:
Good evening.
She gives a slight nod of the head.
June Oikawa:
I was asked to say a word or two. So please bear with me.
June pauses for a moment.
June Oikawa:
Prior to their bout at Deep In The Heart, you heard NEON give a speech. She elected to do the talking herself that night. And perhaps it was for the best. Sometimes emotion is lost when a translation is involved. However, I am sure that NEON’s emotion was able capture you all.
She nods her head.
June Oikawa:
Say what you will about SERO, OMI, and NEON. Nonetheless, you cannot deny that they are passionate about the sport of professional wrestling. Because for them, it isn’t about being seen and worshiped by the public. It isn’t obtaining vast riches or fame. No at all. For those three, it is about going out there to that ring and being the very best that they can be. Period. Their grandfather and grandmother were amazing warriors in the ring. Their father was a household name in Japan due to his skill. And their mother revolutionized her promotion. Greatness beget SERO, OMI, and NEON. Therefore, they strive to be great themselves.
There’s another pause.
June Oikawa:
That desire to be great is what willed them past Brothers McMillion. They “dealt with it,” and they became the number one contenders to the Millennium Wrestling Tag Team Championships. And when the time comes, I believe that desire shall will them pas JetPack as well…
She nods once more.
June Oikawa:
But that is the future. Tonight? OMI and NEON look to knock off The BreeTee Committee.
June folds her arms.
June Oikawa:
Ladies, neither your heart nor your talent is in question. We’ve seen them both on full display. Nonetheless, OMI and NEON do not plan on being stopped, not tonight. Their eyes are on that golden prize. They are ready and focused. And as many here Millennium have realized, there’s little use trying to stop them when they become ready and focused.
NEON sits up as June finishes speaking. She quickly cracks her neck and gets up from the bench. She heads over to where OMI is. The lightning fast striker tosses out one more punch before she halts and turns towards her sister.
NEON:
すべてのセット?
OMI nods.
OMI:
うん。行きましょう。
It isn’t long before the camera fades out.
Backstage Bree Smith paces about nervously before a cameraman, trying to figure out what to say before the big match between them and the Happy Few. Bree then comes to a halt and decides to speak from the heart.
Bree Smith:
Tonight, me and Teegs are in action and I know we're a tag team. I know she and that cool dude Ethan Giles said that the loss isn't on me but....
Bree tilts her head, sucks in her cheeks to lightly bite them as she goes over the ending of her tag team title match.
Bree Smith:
Teagan's been a champion and won the CCW Women's Championship, I can't help but wonder if she'd have won the Millennium tag team titles at Southern Hospitality with someone else. I don't know, dudes, I'm kind of feeling like I let her down and it's really weighed down on my shoulders all week leading up to this match tonight.
Bree's shoulders are bare in the blue and white sportswear tank top she's wearing alongside a backwards Monster's University cap.
Bree Smith:
The Happy Few I've seen work great in the Southside Tag Team Tournament, despite their opening round loss, that's only going to make them hungrier...
A worried look comes across Bree's face. Her focus so intent on the camera that she hasn’t noticed her tag team partner, Teagan Gallagher, approaching closer from behind where she is standing with a curious expression on her face. Teagan crosses her arms in front of her chest before she clears her throat.
Teagan Gallagher:
We’re hungry too, Bree, we’ll show everyone that we’re still contenders here.
Bree turns her head to look back at her tag team partner now that she’s made aware of the fact Teagan has joined her before their match. Teagan approaches even closer to Bree as she adjusts the sweater around her waist before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Bree Smith:
I hope we still are, Teegs. It’s just weird being the only one in the family not with an accolade.
Bree admits with a rub of her arm, hoping she wouldn’t cost the team again.
Bree Smith:
And it was my fault we lost the chance to be tag team champions.
Teagan Gallagher:
I didn’t think I’ve ever hear you talking like that.
Teagan presses her lips together for a moment as she tucks her hands up under her chin.
Teagan Gallagher:
That’s not the Bree spirit that I know and love.
Bree kicks the ground softly while shrugging.
Bree Smith:
I know. It’s just a shock to the system to win, win, win and then lose, because of me. I can’t help but wonder if you’d be standing right now with the tag titles if say SILK had been your partner.
Teagan Gallagher:
Don’t you start with that kind of talk.
Teagan is quick to hold up one index finger as if she wanted to shush Bree.
Teagan Gallagher:
There’s no one else that I want for my tag team partner, okay? Not against Jetpack and not against The Happy Few here tonight. It’s you and I, Bree.
Teagan brings up her fingers to her temple.
Teagan Gallagher:
You and I and unagi.
Bree’s left cheek inflates as she slowly comes out of her gloomy blossom mindset and brings her two fingers to her temple to be a taller mirror image of Teagan.
Bree Smith:
Unagi did kinda serve us well before.
She says while grinding her foot on the floor, cheeks a bit red with embarrassment over how she felt before. Teagan’s smile grows as she can tell Bree is beginning to relax back into her normal self. She reaches out to give her a playful nudge on the shoulder.
Teagan Gallagher:
Take it from me, Bree, the road to becoming a champion is not an easy one… but I know that we’re going to get there one day. Which is why I can’t just up and drop you as a partner, that’s not how it works.
Bree Smith:
Promise, Teegs?
Bree says giving Teagan a playful little tap on the shoulder with her fist. Teagan nods her head as she makes a motion over her heart with her fingers.
Teagan Gallagher:
Cross my heart.
Bree Smith:
Speaking of hearts. Hope you have room in yours for this, girly.
Bree turns to her gym bag laying on the table and pulls out a plush cat toy she’d bought earlier that week, with an Irish football shirt on and TeaBear expertly stitched on the cat’s shirt at the back. Teagan’s eyes grow bigger as she focuses directly upon the plush.
Teagan Gallagher:
Oh my God! That’s so adorable!
Bree Smith:
All yours. Partner.
Bree says passing the toy over to Teagan and grabs her bag. Teagan happily takes the toy in both of her hands as she waves it around a little bit.
Teagan Gallagher:
I have a feeling this little kitty will bring us good luck here tonight!
Bree Smith:
If only you had it for the superbowl, Teegs.
Bree lightly chuckles to her tag team partner. Teagan shakes her head as a sour look comes across her face before she waves one hand around.
Teagan Gallagher:
Let’s not live in the past! We’re focused on tonight.
There is determination in Teagan’s voice as she pumps her fist in the air, followed by Bree who does the same, before the two walk off together to finish getting ready for their match.
Bree Smith:
Tonight, me and Teegs are in action and I know we're a tag team. I know she and that cool dude Ethan Giles said that the loss isn't on me but....
Bree tilts her head, sucks in her cheeks to lightly bite them as she goes over the ending of her tag team title match.
Bree Smith:
Teagan's been a champion and won the CCW Women's Championship, I can't help but wonder if she'd have won the Millennium tag team titles at Southern Hospitality with someone else. I don't know, dudes, I'm kind of feeling like I let her down and it's really weighed down on my shoulders all week leading up to this match tonight.
Bree's shoulders are bare in the blue and white sportswear tank top she's wearing alongside a backwards Monster's University cap.
Bree Smith:
The Happy Few I've seen work great in the Southside Tag Team Tournament, despite their opening round loss, that's only going to make them hungrier...
A worried look comes across Bree's face. Her focus so intent on the camera that she hasn’t noticed her tag team partner, Teagan Gallagher, approaching closer from behind where she is standing with a curious expression on her face. Teagan crosses her arms in front of her chest before she clears her throat.
Teagan Gallagher:
We’re hungry too, Bree, we’ll show everyone that we’re still contenders here.
Bree turns her head to look back at her tag team partner now that she’s made aware of the fact Teagan has joined her before their match. Teagan approaches even closer to Bree as she adjusts the sweater around her waist before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Bree Smith:
I hope we still are, Teegs. It’s just weird being the only one in the family not with an accolade.
Bree admits with a rub of her arm, hoping she wouldn’t cost the team again.
Bree Smith:
And it was my fault we lost the chance to be tag team champions.
Teagan Gallagher:
I didn’t think I’ve ever hear you talking like that.
Teagan presses her lips together for a moment as she tucks her hands up under her chin.
Teagan Gallagher:
That’s not the Bree spirit that I know and love.
Bree kicks the ground softly while shrugging.
Bree Smith:
I know. It’s just a shock to the system to win, win, win and then lose, because of me. I can’t help but wonder if you’d be standing right now with the tag titles if say SILK had been your partner.
Teagan Gallagher:
Don’t you start with that kind of talk.
Teagan is quick to hold up one index finger as if she wanted to shush Bree.
Teagan Gallagher:
There’s no one else that I want for my tag team partner, okay? Not against Jetpack and not against The Happy Few here tonight. It’s you and I, Bree.
Teagan brings up her fingers to her temple.
Teagan Gallagher:
You and I and unagi.
Bree’s left cheek inflates as she slowly comes out of her gloomy blossom mindset and brings her two fingers to her temple to be a taller mirror image of Teagan.
Bree Smith:
Unagi did kinda serve us well before.
She says while grinding her foot on the floor, cheeks a bit red with embarrassment over how she felt before. Teagan’s smile grows as she can tell Bree is beginning to relax back into her normal self. She reaches out to give her a playful nudge on the shoulder.
Teagan Gallagher:
Take it from me, Bree, the road to becoming a champion is not an easy one… but I know that we’re going to get there one day. Which is why I can’t just up and drop you as a partner, that’s not how it works.
Bree Smith:
Promise, Teegs?
Bree says giving Teagan a playful little tap on the shoulder with her fist. Teagan nods her head as she makes a motion over her heart with her fingers.
Teagan Gallagher:
Cross my heart.
Bree Smith:
Speaking of hearts. Hope you have room in yours for this, girly.
Bree turns to her gym bag laying on the table and pulls out a plush cat toy she’d bought earlier that week, with an Irish football shirt on and TeaBear expertly stitched on the cat’s shirt at the back. Teagan’s eyes grow bigger as she focuses directly upon the plush.
Teagan Gallagher:
Oh my God! That’s so adorable!
Bree Smith:
All yours. Partner.
Bree says passing the toy over to Teagan and grabs her bag. Teagan happily takes the toy in both of her hands as she waves it around a little bit.
Teagan Gallagher:
I have a feeling this little kitty will bring us good luck here tonight!
Bree Smith:
If only you had it for the superbowl, Teegs.
Bree lightly chuckles to her tag team partner. Teagan shakes her head as a sour look comes across her face before she waves one hand around.
Teagan Gallagher:
Let’s not live in the past! We’re focused on tonight.
There is determination in Teagan’s voice as she pumps her fist in the air, followed by Bree who does the same, before the two walk off together to finish getting ready for their match.
Tag Team Match
The BreeTee Committee VS The Happy Few
The loss at Deep In The Heart was a hard blow to the confidence and moral of the former number one contenders, especially Bree's who ate the pin. The disappointment was clear on her face despite Teegs trying to comfort her and keeping her focused on the task at hand rather than on a past they cannot change. And the challenge they were called to face tonight was definitely one requiring their full attention, as they were facing the Happy Few, a team that, week after week, climbed the ranks of the tag division eventually becoming number one contenders at the last ppv, defeating the Brothers McMillion. Starting things off against Bree was OMI, who began targeting the opponent's leg with her quick kicks. Smith was playing defense in the initial moments, waiting for the opportunity to counter. She caught the leg of the japanese wrestler, who quickly answered with a dragon whip that caught the powerlifter off guard and sent her several steps back, close the ropes. OMI charged in and before she realized what happened, she found herself laying on the floor outside, courtesy of a belly to belly suplex to the outside. Bree made the tag, dropping on all fours close to the ropes allowing Teagan to step on her back and jump over the top rope with a senton, landing on the clueless OMI who just got back on her feet. The fans appreciated the move, cheering and chanting loudly for the BreeTee Committee. Teagan rolled her back in the ring and used the top rope to launch herself toward the opponent with a flying forearm, knocking down the Typhoon and hooking the leg for the first pinfall attempt of this match. The BreeTee Committee was doing a great job in isolating NEON, who entered the ring after OMI countered Bree's powerbomb into a hurricanrana, creating the separation she needed to make the tag. The member of The Few was stuck in the enemy's corner, where the former number one contenders were disposing of her. Bree drove her shoulders in NEON's stomach three times, Teegs tagged herself in and kept the pressure with some knife edge chops. Gallagher then went for a snap suplex, tagging once again Bree and climbing on top of her shoulders, diving off with a corckscrew senton. Bree waited for NEON to get up and charged at her with a spear, hooking the leg for a pinfall attempt broken by OMI, who saved her team. The number one contenders seemed to be in great difficulty tonight, like they never been before here in MWE. NEON desperately needed to make the tag, but the opponents were frustrating every opportunity she created. Teegs kicked her in the stomach, bending her over and jumping on her back and dropping her right into a pinning predicament with a leg trap sunset flip powerbomb, from which the japanese kicked out. Gallagher quickly went for a kick to the head of the seated opponent, who ducked it and rolled her onto her back with a schoolboy pin. The referee started to count but as soon as he hit one, NEON stopped the count, lifting the irish girl. Where did she find the strength to do it after several minutes at the mercy of the opponent's attack is a mystery, but NEON slammed Teegs down with a one arm powerbomb. It was the turning point of the match, with both women crawling to the respective corners. NEON was the first one to reach her, and finally OMI was back into the ring, running as fast as she could to the opposite corner stopping Gallagher with an elbow drop to the lower back, spring back to her feet and kicking Bree off the apron with an enziguri. She then turned her focus back on the legal member of the BreeTee Committee, who was holding her back in pain. A target that the Typhoon wasn't going to ignore. That was where she focused her attacks with a series of forearm smash and a head pull backbreaker. After unsuccessfully trying a pining predicament, she connected a backdrop suplex, obtaining another near fall. Teagan kicked out once more, starting to build some offense with a series of forearm shots and grabbing OMI's arm, whipping her against the ropes and knocking her down with a dropkick. Too focused on trying to change the momentum of the match back in their favor, Teegs missed the blind tag. NEON sneaked in behind her back and nailed her with the Kestueki Toll (Bridging Dragon Suplex). Bree desperately tried to make the save, but her attempt was frustrated by OMI's Super Cyclone. The referee counted to three, declaring the Happy Few winners of this contest. WINNER: The Happy Few BY: Pinfall (Ketsueki Toll), 15:09 |
Bea Torres: "Another great win for the Happy Few"
Jared Idol: "Say what you want about them, but they are a force of nature. Jetpack has been warned"
Bea Torres: "No kidding, they keep impressing, week in and week out."
A small fast food restaurant appears on the titantron. People are sitting around outside, eating fried chicken and other things to go with it.
The Manic:
Is he here?
The Misery:
Doesn’t look like it. We’ll go to the counter.
Together, The Misery and The Manic approach the counter where an elderly woman stands with a pen and notepad.
Woman:
G’day darls, what can I get ya?
The Misery:
Do you sell raw meats?
The Manic gives The Misery an audible nudge.
The Misery:
Ow. Sorry, we actually will not be eating at your establishment today. We are looking for a man named Tyron Bickerton. The Misery heard he is a regular here.
The old lady frowns and bites her bottom lip, tapping the pen against her chin.
Woman:
Bickerton… Bickerton…
She suddenly realizes who The Misery is talking about.
Woman:
Oh, yes! That lovely young man, Tyro! Always gets the quarter chook and cheps!
The Manic:
...the what?
The Misery:
Quarter chicken and chips.
The Manic:
It feels like we took a plane to an entirely different planet.
The woman frowns again.
Woman:
What do you want with Tyro?
The Misery:
The Misery is a long lost friend of his, you see. We were hoping to surprise him.
Woman:
The Misery?
The Misery:
Yes, that is The Misery’s name.
Woman:
Your name is The Misery?
The Misery:
Yes.
Woman:
Right… well, we deliver to his house sometimes.
The Misery:
Great. You have his address. May The Misery have it?
Woman:
Hmm… that’s a bit iffy, Misery. How do I know the two of you aren’t a coupley hoons lookin’ to pinch his stuff? He has got a bit of money tucked away after all.
The Misery:
Do we look like hooligans who steal?
The woman raises an eyebrow, as if The Misery’s question doesn’t need an answer.
Woman:
Tell ya what, if ya sit down and pay for a meal, then I’ll consider giving you Tyro’s address.
The Misery:
In that case, The Misery would like some raw meats.
The video fades out.
The Manic:
Is he here?
The Misery:
Doesn’t look like it. We’ll go to the counter.
Together, The Misery and The Manic approach the counter where an elderly woman stands with a pen and notepad.
Woman:
G’day darls, what can I get ya?
The Misery:
Do you sell raw meats?
The Manic gives The Misery an audible nudge.
The Misery:
Ow. Sorry, we actually will not be eating at your establishment today. We are looking for a man named Tyron Bickerton. The Misery heard he is a regular here.
The old lady frowns and bites her bottom lip, tapping the pen against her chin.
Woman:
Bickerton… Bickerton…
She suddenly realizes who The Misery is talking about.
Woman:
Oh, yes! That lovely young man, Tyro! Always gets the quarter chook and cheps!
The Manic:
...the what?
The Misery:
Quarter chicken and chips.
The Manic:
It feels like we took a plane to an entirely different planet.
The woman frowns again.
Woman:
What do you want with Tyro?
The Misery:
The Misery is a long lost friend of his, you see. We were hoping to surprise him.
Woman:
The Misery?
The Misery:
Yes, that is The Misery’s name.
Woman:
Your name is The Misery?
The Misery:
Yes.
Woman:
Right… well, we deliver to his house sometimes.
The Misery:
Great. You have his address. May The Misery have it?
Woman:
Hmm… that’s a bit iffy, Misery. How do I know the two of you aren’t a coupley hoons lookin’ to pinch his stuff? He has got a bit of money tucked away after all.
The Misery:
Do we look like hooligans who steal?
The woman raises an eyebrow, as if The Misery’s question doesn’t need an answer.
Woman:
Tell ya what, if ya sit down and pay for a meal, then I’ll consider giving you Tyro’s address.
The Misery:
In that case, The Misery would like some raw meats.
The video fades out.
CLANG!
It made the top of your head feel like it was caving in. Then, it hit again, you couldn't help but squint, duck and bury your ears between your forearms. A metal-on-metal bang that was soon a third ear-ringer, a fourth, until the chain links pounded down like concrete blocks from the rafters and then, just as suddenly, it was silent.
Only for a moment before the boos were deafening and the lights slowly dimmed.
Then, with everyone yelling obscenities, that first chest-pounding beat of 'The Devil Inside’ robbed you of your breath. Fire exploded on both sides of the stage at the same time and the sulfur burned your sinuses. A dozen hooded druids filed out equally to each side; standing just in front of the flames, they sang in the background of the song. When the Godless Heathen from the South stepped out from behind the curtain a dark cloud formed overhead. Like the arrows in 300 that blocked the sun, plastic trays, paper cups and other garbage muted the arena lighting above.
He had been beaten and it showed. Standing there, at the top of the ramp, his Red Wings tucked into the legs of his blue Dickie's. He was wearing a black “You Discussed Me” T-shirt that he had ripped the sleeves from.
Shaded under the brim of his bloodied straw orchard hat, tucked deep in his thick beard, his beady black eyes locked on the ring below. His face was heavily bruised, he looked tired and worn. Still, he made everyone wait, and watch, as he raised his Mossy Oak mudjug to spit his tobacco. Wrapped once around his left wrist and then doubled up in the grip of his fist, a chain trailed off behind him and disappeared behind the curtain.
He raised his left hand to yank the chain, but only tugged it twice. Gently.
The entire building gasped as Hickey walked out between the flames to join him. She was not attached to the chain, she carried the other end as they walked down the ramp together. She paid them no attention, he scowled and sneered at the fans. At ringside, he placed his spit jar on the apron and then, rolled the chain up and tossed it up on the apron too. Then, with a hand on each of her hips, he sat her up on the apron beside the chain. He didn't enter the ring, simply turned back to the entrance and retrieved a microphone from his back pocket.
Heathen Jones
Funny, ain't it…
They didn't want to hear him and he didn't care about their wants.
Heathen Jones
...seems ev'ry-un o´y´all bumpin’ ya gums all `bout duh-Heathen. Yeah, meh got uh bit lost wit´out meh Hickey. An’, meh may-uh made uh few mistakes in her absence, but meh got no regrets.
He rubbed the side of his face with his free hand.
Heathen Jones
Ev'ry-un o'y'all wanna lose ya minds when Jason Hawk brutally attack some bimbo, an´none o´ya bat an eye when meh sneak right in un'erneath y'all an´swipe duh-man's child. None y'all wanna take any responsibility for dat; `specially, his gal pal Moon Barbie.
He gestures a title around his waist, shaking his head.
Heathen Jones
Seems she's lost something's ain't she? Too bad for her. See, meh loss earned me somethin’. Imagine fallin’ from duh top o´our world an´still earnin’ somethin’...
He retrieved and unfolded a stapled bundle of papers.
Heathen Jones
See, duh-GM here, gots uh-eye for talent. He knows duh-Heathen draw`em in-tuh duh-buildin´. Look ah´who all showed up Deep in duh-Heart. Not tuh mention all meh lovin’ family, but Lonestar's trainee an´is lil’ mouthpiece was dare. Dat ol´ Rooster trainer o´is was in-uh front row. An´ we ain't gonna forget duh-Queen o'Hardcore; well, Sam Tolson, dis here gonna make it real easy for ya tuh find duh-Heathen.
He holds the papers high above his head for the camera to zoom in on. 'MWE Talent Contract’ bolded the header.
Heathen Jones
Dis here an `xclusive `greement b´tween duh-Heathen an´ Mil-lin-ni-um. Tolson, ya wanna do somethin’ more than Tweet ya bullshit, now ya know `xactly where tuh find meh. Goes for anyone wit’ uh prob.
Hickey leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
Heathen Jones
Includin’ all five o´dem jockeys back dare. Ya know, dem tough guys ridin’ in on duh thunderin’ stampede. Well, one y'all made some noise at meh Hickey so… meh killed y'all's steel horses.
He raised his brow slyly. On the screen the Pierce Brothers motorcycles were mangled twisted metal in the garage.
Heathen Jones
None o´y'all are safe. No one. Dat's all o'Mil-lin-ni-um. Duh-Heathen gonna gets some gold `round here. Any-un gots uh prob, c'mon an'do somethin’!
Hickey drapes the chain over his head like a gigantic necklace and then, hops on his back. He grabs his dip cup and carries her piggyback up the ramp. No one was coming. They wouldn't dare.
It made the top of your head feel like it was caving in. Then, it hit again, you couldn't help but squint, duck and bury your ears between your forearms. A metal-on-metal bang that was soon a third ear-ringer, a fourth, until the chain links pounded down like concrete blocks from the rafters and then, just as suddenly, it was silent.
Only for a moment before the boos were deafening and the lights slowly dimmed.
Then, with everyone yelling obscenities, that first chest-pounding beat of 'The Devil Inside’ robbed you of your breath. Fire exploded on both sides of the stage at the same time and the sulfur burned your sinuses. A dozen hooded druids filed out equally to each side; standing just in front of the flames, they sang in the background of the song. When the Godless Heathen from the South stepped out from behind the curtain a dark cloud formed overhead. Like the arrows in 300 that blocked the sun, plastic trays, paper cups and other garbage muted the arena lighting above.
He had been beaten and it showed. Standing there, at the top of the ramp, his Red Wings tucked into the legs of his blue Dickie's. He was wearing a black “You Discussed Me” T-shirt that he had ripped the sleeves from.
Shaded under the brim of his bloodied straw orchard hat, tucked deep in his thick beard, his beady black eyes locked on the ring below. His face was heavily bruised, he looked tired and worn. Still, he made everyone wait, and watch, as he raised his Mossy Oak mudjug to spit his tobacco. Wrapped once around his left wrist and then doubled up in the grip of his fist, a chain trailed off behind him and disappeared behind the curtain.
He raised his left hand to yank the chain, but only tugged it twice. Gently.
The entire building gasped as Hickey walked out between the flames to join him. She was not attached to the chain, she carried the other end as they walked down the ramp together. She paid them no attention, he scowled and sneered at the fans. At ringside, he placed his spit jar on the apron and then, rolled the chain up and tossed it up on the apron too. Then, with a hand on each of her hips, he sat her up on the apron beside the chain. He didn't enter the ring, simply turned back to the entrance and retrieved a microphone from his back pocket.
Heathen Jones
Funny, ain't it…
They didn't want to hear him and he didn't care about their wants.
Heathen Jones
...seems ev'ry-un o´y´all bumpin’ ya gums all `bout duh-Heathen. Yeah, meh got uh bit lost wit´out meh Hickey. An’, meh may-uh made uh few mistakes in her absence, but meh got no regrets.
He rubbed the side of his face with his free hand.
Heathen Jones
Ev'ry-un o'y'all wanna lose ya minds when Jason Hawk brutally attack some bimbo, an´none o´ya bat an eye when meh sneak right in un'erneath y'all an´swipe duh-man's child. None y'all wanna take any responsibility for dat; `specially, his gal pal Moon Barbie.
He gestures a title around his waist, shaking his head.
Heathen Jones
Seems she's lost something's ain't she? Too bad for her. See, meh loss earned me somethin’. Imagine fallin’ from duh top o´our world an´still earnin’ somethin’...
He retrieved and unfolded a stapled bundle of papers.
Heathen Jones
See, duh-GM here, gots uh-eye for talent. He knows duh-Heathen draw`em in-tuh duh-buildin´. Look ah´who all showed up Deep in duh-Heart. Not tuh mention all meh lovin’ family, but Lonestar's trainee an´is lil’ mouthpiece was dare. Dat ol´ Rooster trainer o´is was in-uh front row. An´ we ain't gonna forget duh-Queen o'Hardcore; well, Sam Tolson, dis here gonna make it real easy for ya tuh find duh-Heathen.
He holds the papers high above his head for the camera to zoom in on. 'MWE Talent Contract’ bolded the header.
Heathen Jones
Dis here an `xclusive `greement b´tween duh-Heathen an´ Mil-lin-ni-um. Tolson, ya wanna do somethin’ more than Tweet ya bullshit, now ya know `xactly where tuh find meh. Goes for anyone wit’ uh prob.
Hickey leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
Heathen Jones
Includin’ all five o´dem jockeys back dare. Ya know, dem tough guys ridin’ in on duh thunderin’ stampede. Well, one y'all made some noise at meh Hickey so… meh killed y'all's steel horses.
He raised his brow slyly. On the screen the Pierce Brothers motorcycles were mangled twisted metal in the garage.
Heathen Jones
None o´y'all are safe. No one. Dat's all o'Mil-lin-ni-um. Duh-Heathen gonna gets some gold `round here. Any-un gots uh prob, c'mon an'do somethin’!
Hickey drapes the chain over his head like a gigantic necklace and then, hops on his back. He grabs his dip cup and carries her piggyback up the ramp. No one was coming. They wouldn't dare.
Singles Match
Alan Envy VS Jason Hawk
Jason Hawk came back at Deep In The Heart from the suspension for the vicious attack on Rayven Hardy, and he did by making a huge impact, defeating the former MWE Champion Jennifer Yang who accepted his challenge. Tonight marked his comeback to the Millennium weekly show, in a huge implication match against the main eventer of the last ppv, the pride of Texas who defeated Heathen Jones in a brutal and very emotional chain match in San Antonio. And the ovation that welcomed Alan to the ring testified his status as one of the most loved Millennium stars, quite the opposite as Jason Hawk. The match started with an intense staredown and some trash talk from His Dying Majesty, who struck first with a surprise forearm shot. Envy quickly answered with one of his own, kicking off the match with an all out brawl that saw Jason coming out on top, forcing Alan in the corner. That until Alan reacted vehemently, starting a series of right hands and pushing Hawk all the way across the ring into the opposite corner, where he starts hitting him with some quick punches to the ribs and mid section. The referee eventually had to separate the two of them, and it was Jason taking advantage of the momentary distraction exploding out of the corner with a jumping knee. Taken off guard, Alan recoiled back into the corner where he was reached by a jumping forearm smash. After a few more strikes, Jason charged once again at him, but this time Alan caught him and launched him against the corner with a released belly to belly suplex. The Lonestar made it clear, now that he finally closed the chapter with Heathen Jones, his objective is to put some gold around the waist. Which was, obviously, Hawk’s goal as well, as he stated when he reminded how he beat both the current and the former MWE Champion. And both competitors were out to prove their point tonight, with Jason having the momentum by his side in this phase of the match, getting a count of two after the Over The Moonsault (Back hand spring into a standing moonsault in one slick motion). Alan kicked out and made it back to his feet, getting his with a swift kick to the side for good measure. That was only the beginning of a devastating combo that saw Hawk connecting two kicks to the legs, a couple of forearm and an elbow shots, all leading up to a bicycle knee that rocked the Texan but, surprisingly, didn’t knock him down. Wobbling on his legs, Envy was still standing, and he actually was able to catch the charging opponent with his pop up Death Valley Driver that granted him a round of applause from the fans. Unfortunately for him, by the time he managed to make the cover, the former Pride Television Champion had enough time to recover, and kick out in two. Both tough as nails, neither one of these two competitors were holding anything back. Alan dropped Jason with a gordbuster, following with a vicious punt kick. The sound of his foot impacting with Hawk’s skull was sickening, and not a single person in the arena thought His Dying Majesty could kick out from it. And yet, Jason raised his shoulder, somehow staying in the match. Anyway, it was Alan’s golden opportunity to close the match, and he knew it. Picking Hawk up, he dragged him in the middle of the ring and set him up for the Envious Demise. Jason managed to escape and quickly moved behind Envy’s back, hooking his arms and nailing him with the spinning impaler he calls The Wings Of Time. He made the cover, but the Lonestar was not done yet. The two men met once again in the middle of the ring, involved in yet another brawl. In the midst of the fight, Alan inadvertently hit the referee, who lost sight on the action for a brief moment, enough for Jason to kick the opponent… Well, you know where. Alan doubled over in pain and Hawk wasted no time to plant him with his Caught In the Storm (Front Flip DDT). The referee turned around just in time to make the count and declare Jason Hawk as the winner. WINNER: Jason Hawk BY: Pinfall (Caught In The Storm), 13:07 |
Jared Idol: "Another huge win for Hawk"
Bea Torres: "Cheap win, you mean..."
Jared Idol: "Nonetheless, he keeps taking down all the company's big names. One by one."
Bea Torres: "Whatever..."
On the titantron sits a nice, yet humble two-storey home. The Misery is chuckling in the background, and The Manic flips the camera to reveal his hand on her shoulder. She has a wide grimace on her face, as the two stare up at the house.
The Misery:
This is it. Finally. The Misery has found him. Today is a good day. A very good day indeed.
The Manic:
What happens after this? What will we do once the Juggernaut has been dealt with?
The Misery:
For now, we will live in the present. Decisions on what is next will be made once The Misery has finished his work here.
The Misery takes the lead, and makes way up to the house as The Manic follows with the camera aimed at his back. He reaches the front door, and she stands a few steps back. He knocks, and they wait a few moments. No answer. He knocks again. Still nothing. The Misery appears to be growing frustrated, as he slams his fists on the door once more.
The Manic:
He must not be home. Let’s just wait here until he arrives.
The Misery:
No. The time for waiting is over.
The Misery takes a step back, and fires a stern kick at the door that unhinges it from frame and causes it to fall to the inside floor. The Misery walks in with The Manic in tow and together they look around. The living room is empty. They go upstairs, everything is empty there too. They go back down and enter the kitchen, where lies a small mini fridge and nothing but. The Misery punches a hole in the wall and shouts.
The Misery:
SOMEBODY WARNED HIM! SOMEBODY FREAKING WARNED HIM!
The Misery smashes his head against the wall and leaves a nasty dent.
The Manic:
Wait. Calm down. The entire house has been stripped down… except that mini fridge. Perhaps there’s a clue in there?
The Misery takes a deep breath, and slowly strides over to the mini fridge. He opens it up and makes a grunt once he looks inside.
The Manic:
What is it?
The Misery reaches a hand in, and pulls out a plate with a single slice of cake on top.
The Misery:
Strawberry… cheesecake…
Almost on queue, the cheesecake explodes all over The Misery’s covered face. Angrily, he smashes the plate against the floor.
The Misery:
TURN IT OFF! TURN THE GODDAMN CAMERA OFF!
The Manic does as she’s instructed and the video comes to a close.
Singles Match
Rie Shimizu VS Chris Constantine Jr
In a rematch from Deep In The Heart, Rie Shimizu had tonight another chance at redemption against Chris Constantine who, on the other hand, seemed far from happy to face once again the young Japanese, considered by CCJ below him. Which didn't seem to be the case in the first minutes of the match, with Rie looking as focused as ever, not at all intimidated by the numbers game clearly against her. She started off strong with precise and hard strikes, taking Constantine to the ground and getting to work on his right arm, applying an armbar. Chris was able to escape it, getting back to his feet and twisting Rie’s arm behind her back in an armlock, gloating and almost mocking the young japanese who managed to counter the move and switching into an armlock of her own, forcing Constantine to his knee and attacking him with some sharp kicks to the shoulder and arm. Dusty Douglas came in handy when, unseen by the referee, put Chris’ foot on the rope, giving the official no chance but to ask Shimizu to break the hold. And even if the nineteen years old showed great sportsmanship by letting him go instantly, Constantine didn’t waste the occasion to poke her eye, following with a few knife edge chops and sending the opponent against the ropes, taking her down with a lariat. Rie was quickly back on her feet only to be dropped down by a second lariat, and a third after that. He started stomping the young girl right leg, taking some time to play with the fans booing him… And he paid for it. Rie grabbed his leg and took him to the mat, going quickly for the right arm and wringing it, trying to pull the shoulder off his socket. Chris once again broke free with some heavy left hands, creating some separation between him and Rie. He then hit the ropes, running into a dropkick from the japanese wrestler. Holding his arm in pain, Chris rolled out of the ring. He waited until the referee reached nine to slide under the bottom rope to break the count and once again exiting the ring, going back to discuss strategy with Dusty and Olivia. He was obviously trying to lure Rie out, but she didn’t fell for the trick, waiting patiently inside the ring for the moment when Chris eventually had to get back in. Finally the match resumed with Chris catching Shimizu off guard with a kick to the stomach, grabbing her by the back of the head and dragging her to the corner, where he introduced her face to padded turnbuckle. Blocking her in the corner, he connected a few more chops, probably not the best decision considering the bad arm. That’s probably why he quickly shifted to kicks to the midsection, before finally going for a snap suplex, floating into a pinning predicament but only getting a two count. He remained on the attack, avoiding to use the injured arm and relying instead on kicks and headbutts, treating himself to some projection every now and then, almost grabbing the victory with a northern lights suplex. Rie noticed the sudden change in Chris’ strategy, pinpointing the reason in that right arm, All she needed was a chance, an opportunity to lock in the Other Side’s Grasp and she could finally get the closure she seemed to finally move on. And that chance eventually came when she blocked a german suplex attempt and knocked down Chris with a high velocity spinning heel kick. Finally she had him exactly where she wanted him, and she applied the Hoverboard Lock. Douglas climbed to the apron, threatening to get into the ring. The referee obviously went to block him, missing Constantine tapping out and Olivia sliding in behind his back, pushing Rie away and dropping the brass knuckle to her husband. Constantine wore it on his left hand, catching the distracted Shimizu on the jaw. He quickly launched the foreign object outside the ring, planting the young japanese with his American Strong Piledriver, getting the unsuspecting referee’s attention back to the action and making the cover for the three count.. WINNER: Chris Constantine Jr BY: Pinfall (American Strong Piledriver), 9:53 |
Bea Torres: "Oh come on!!! Leave her alone!"
Constantine is far from donw with Rie. Crouching down, he literally adds insult to injury, talking trash to the young japanese, telling her that she's so worthless that she couldn't even defend her friend and manager Homare Kato. He then calls Dusty inside the ring, asking him to pull her up. Walking in front of her, he slaps her hard across the cheek, more colorful insults coming out of his mouth. He then gives a nod to Dusty, grabbing Rie's arm and whipping her right into the devastating spinebuster known as The Dusty Rub. The boos are deafening, covering the referee's voice as he begs them to stop this assault. In all response, Chris pushes the referee to the ground, laughing at him. He then calls Olivia in, and his wife gladly joins with a steel chair in hand. Chris and Dusty hold Rie up as Olivia is about to hit her the same way she hit Kato two weeks ago.
"Faking my own death" by Sum 41 blasts from the loudspeakers, and Rebecca Saint appears on the stage, running down the ramp with a kendo stick in hand. Chris is barking orders, yelling at Dusty to stop her. But the sight of the Murder Train standing on her way doesn't seem to impress the Socialite too much. She swings the kendo stick in Dusty's mid section, bending him over. Another shot to the back broke the kendo stick in half, but this doesn't stop Rebecca who drops him head first on the ramp with a ddt. Her march goes on, and she's now inside the ring. Chris grabs the chair from a frozen Olivia's hands and swings, missing the target as Becky ducks. She kicks him in the stomach and drops him down with the Saint-Hearted (Discus Elbow Smash). Grabbing the chair from the mat, she considers for a moment swinging it on Chris head, and the twenty thousands in Seattle seem to endorse her decision. But Dusty grabs his friend by the leg and pulls him out of the ring, retreating backstage.
Rebecca checks on Rie, calling for the doctors to rush down to the ring. On this image, the scene cuts to the next segment.
Constantine is far from donw with Rie. Crouching down, he literally adds insult to injury, talking trash to the young japanese, telling her that she's so worthless that she couldn't even defend her friend and manager Homare Kato. He then calls Dusty inside the ring, asking him to pull her up. Walking in front of her, he slaps her hard across the cheek, more colorful insults coming out of his mouth. He then gives a nod to Dusty, grabbing Rie's arm and whipping her right into the devastating spinebuster known as The Dusty Rub. The boos are deafening, covering the referee's voice as he begs them to stop this assault. In all response, Chris pushes the referee to the ground, laughing at him. He then calls Olivia in, and his wife gladly joins with a steel chair in hand. Chris and Dusty hold Rie up as Olivia is about to hit her the same way she hit Kato two weeks ago.
"Faking my own death" by Sum 41 blasts from the loudspeakers, and Rebecca Saint appears on the stage, running down the ramp with a kendo stick in hand. Chris is barking orders, yelling at Dusty to stop her. But the sight of the Murder Train standing on her way doesn't seem to impress the Socialite too much. She swings the kendo stick in Dusty's mid section, bending him over. Another shot to the back broke the kendo stick in half, but this doesn't stop Rebecca who drops him head first on the ramp with a ddt. Her march goes on, and she's now inside the ring. Chris grabs the chair from a frozen Olivia's hands and swings, missing the target as Becky ducks. She kicks him in the stomach and drops him down with the Saint-Hearted (Discus Elbow Smash). Grabbing the chair from the mat, she considers for a moment swinging it on Chris head, and the twenty thousands in Seattle seem to endorse her decision. But Dusty grabs his friend by the leg and pulls him out of the ring, retreating backstage.
Rebecca checks on Rie, calling for the doctors to rush down to the ring. On this image, the scene cuts to the next segment.
In a locker room somewhere inside of the Key Arena we see Rie Shimizu enter, a gym bag slung over her shoulder. Head lowered, she made her way over to a bench and plopped down onto it. She leaned her head back against the wall behind her and let out a low, sad sigh. She had another chance at making Chris Constantine Jr. pay for what he’d done to her manager and friend Homare Kato, and again had failed. Numbers were too much, and she was destined to join him in the hospital. But she had been saved, unexpectedly.
Whatever thoughts are going through her head are stopped at the sound of a door opening. Perking her head up, Rie sees the entrance of the woman that helped her, Rebecca Saint. She stands above her with her arms folded, looking down at her with a soft gaze. Getting to her feet, Rie briefly started to open her mouth before remembering her shortcoming, the one Kato would usually cover for. She reached into the bag and pulled out her phone, opening up a translator app before speaking a few lines of Japanese into it. Rebecca seemed confused at first, even eyeing the phone in a weird fashion. Rie held the phone out so it could be better heard as it translated her message, bowing as it did.
Rie Shimizu:
“I don’t understand why you did, but thank you for what you did tonight.”
Saint's face morphed into a warm smile as she turned her attention from the phone to Rie.
Rebecca Saint:
“I saw what was happening out there and I couldn't simply watch it continue. Something came over me and I felt the need to rush out there and help you. Could not tell you what my plan was once I got out there… All I know is I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Her stance is relieved, her arms unfolded as she took a tiny step forward. She wore a genuine smile as she continued.
Rebecca Saint:
“You want to avenge your fallen friend. I respect that. I admire your courage as well but with Dustin Douglas involved, the numbers are far too great. So I would like to help you… Fight alongside you, even the odds a little bit.”
Rebecca looked to the phone still in Rie’s hand and pointed to it.
Rebecca Saint:
“...May I?”
With Rie's permission, Rebecca reversed the translation: from English to Japanese. Much like Rie did earlier, Rebecca spoke a few lines into it…
Rebecca Saint:
“I want to help you beat these guys. For your friend Kato. Let's team up.”
...Before she held it out to allow Rie to hear the Japanese translation. Rie seemed surprised to hear Saint’s offer of helping her. She blinked a few times, looking at Saint like she expected a “just kidding” or for a fist to hit her. No, it’s just a smile and a true offer to help. After failing twice to numbers and not being able to avenge Kato, someone wanted to help her.
For the first time since Chris Constantine Jr. stepped into Rie’s career, she smiled, and gave an enthusiastic nod to Rebecca as an answer. And on these two smiling women, uniting against the wrongdoing of others, we fade off.
Whatever thoughts are going through her head are stopped at the sound of a door opening. Perking her head up, Rie sees the entrance of the woman that helped her, Rebecca Saint. She stands above her with her arms folded, looking down at her with a soft gaze. Getting to her feet, Rie briefly started to open her mouth before remembering her shortcoming, the one Kato would usually cover for. She reached into the bag and pulled out her phone, opening up a translator app before speaking a few lines of Japanese into it. Rebecca seemed confused at first, even eyeing the phone in a weird fashion. Rie held the phone out so it could be better heard as it translated her message, bowing as it did.
Rie Shimizu:
“I don’t understand why you did, but thank you for what you did tonight.”
Saint's face morphed into a warm smile as she turned her attention from the phone to Rie.
Rebecca Saint:
“I saw what was happening out there and I couldn't simply watch it continue. Something came over me and I felt the need to rush out there and help you. Could not tell you what my plan was once I got out there… All I know is I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Her stance is relieved, her arms unfolded as she took a tiny step forward. She wore a genuine smile as she continued.
Rebecca Saint:
“You want to avenge your fallen friend. I respect that. I admire your courage as well but with Dustin Douglas involved, the numbers are far too great. So I would like to help you… Fight alongside you, even the odds a little bit.”
Rebecca looked to the phone still in Rie’s hand and pointed to it.
Rebecca Saint:
“...May I?”
With Rie's permission, Rebecca reversed the translation: from English to Japanese. Much like Rie did earlier, Rebecca spoke a few lines into it…
Rebecca Saint:
“I want to help you beat these guys. For your friend Kato. Let's team up.”
...Before she held it out to allow Rie to hear the Japanese translation. Rie seemed surprised to hear Saint’s offer of helping her. She blinked a few times, looking at Saint like she expected a “just kidding” or for a fist to hit her. No, it’s just a smile and a true offer to help. After failing twice to numbers and not being able to avenge Kato, someone wanted to help her.
For the first time since Chris Constantine Jr. stepped into Rie’s career, she smiled, and gave an enthusiastic nod to Rebecca as an answer. And on these two smiling women, uniting against the wrongdoing of others, we fade off.
Backstage at Key Arena shortly before their match against The Brothers McMillion, the cameras find our current MWE Tag Team Champions standing by and all ready for action! They’re sporting new Jetpack snapbacks and jackets, and Penny turns to show hers off before the pair give a more serious look to the camera. Jet pats Penny on the shoulder and steps forward just a bit as he speaks.
Jet Blanchard:
So we got us a good ol’ fight on up ahead, The Brothers McMillion at it again, tryin’ oh they’re gonna be tryin’ to get a win on Jetpack. Christian Michaels and Javen? They’ve got to be lookin’ hard, because they want what every other team in Millennium wants.
Penny Kaplan:
Well if they’re worth anything, they want it!
Penny grins and leans up, hand on Jet’s broad shoulder.
Penny Kaplan:
We get it. We want it. Bring us the challenges! We may not win every match - and anybody that says they do, even if they DO for a good stretch? That goes away. Eventually no matter how good you are, you will fall. What makes you? What defines you as a wrestler, or a team like we are, is how you handle yourself after that fall.
Jet Blanchard:
Right now, we’re at the tippy top. We are what the rest of y’all are strivin to be. The Champions. We’ve done it before, and we know how to keep on as Champions. We may not win every match like Penny pointed out and some, but still. We win most often when it counts and we ain’t afraid of hard work. Bet.
Jet smiles at his partner and Penny continues.
Penny Kaplan:
It’s a bond, we share. As a team, as friends, as near on family. While the Brothers are family, by blood and whatnot, we chose our family. We’re just as strong, and we are resolved… to truly set the bar. So you other teams and I know you’re watching… keep an eye on this match.
The pair high five and then set out for the gorilla position, eager for the match to begin.
Jet Blanchard:
So we got us a good ol’ fight on up ahead, The Brothers McMillion at it again, tryin’ oh they’re gonna be tryin’ to get a win on Jetpack. Christian Michaels and Javen? They’ve got to be lookin’ hard, because they want what every other team in Millennium wants.
Penny Kaplan:
Well if they’re worth anything, they want it!
Penny grins and leans up, hand on Jet’s broad shoulder.
Penny Kaplan:
We get it. We want it. Bring us the challenges! We may not win every match - and anybody that says they do, even if they DO for a good stretch? That goes away. Eventually no matter how good you are, you will fall. What makes you? What defines you as a wrestler, or a team like we are, is how you handle yourself after that fall.
Jet Blanchard:
Right now, we’re at the tippy top. We are what the rest of y’all are strivin to be. The Champions. We’ve done it before, and we know how to keep on as Champions. We may not win every match like Penny pointed out and some, but still. We win most often when it counts and we ain’t afraid of hard work. Bet.
Jet smiles at his partner and Penny continues.
Penny Kaplan:
It’s a bond, we share. As a team, as friends, as near on family. While the Brothers are family, by blood and whatnot, we chose our family. We’re just as strong, and we are resolved… to truly set the bar. So you other teams and I know you’re watching… keep an eye on this match.
The pair high five and then set out for the gorilla position, eager for the match to begin.
Tag Team Match
Jetpack VS Brothers McMillion
The MWE Tag Team champions were welcomed by the usual thunderous ovation by the twenty thousand fans in Seattle, exchanging high fives with the fans in the front row on their way to the ring. A huge pop welcomed the McMillion as well, but the two brothers from Tennessee didn't seem to be in the mood for entertaining the fans, especially Christian who walked to the ring with a face like thunder, obviously upset at the whole situation with his former best friend, Duke Andrews. Javen and Jet started off with the McMillion raising his arm and inviting the opponent to lock up in the center of the ring but as soon as Blannchard grabbed his hand, Simon twisted his arm. The technical advantage was in the champion's favor and in fact he easily reversed the hold, flipping the opponent on his back with an arm drag, keeping the pressure on the elbow and shoulder. Javen rolled through and once again switched position, applying a wristlock and making it back to his feet and stretching out with his free arm towards the nearby corner where his brother Christian made the tag. CM climbed to the top rope and dropped a double axe handle to the twisted arm of Jet, grabbing it and wrenching it behind the back in a hammerlock. Blanchard broke free with a couple of elbows and caught the veteran with an enziguri to the side of the head, sending him staggering back in the corner where Javen took another tag. Jet reached his partner and allowed Penny to enter the ring. PenPen went for the legs of the opponent, dropping him to the mat with a single leg takedown and followed with an elbow drop. Picking him up, she pushed him against the ropes, flipping him over her head with a back body drop. She then dragged him to her corner tagging Jet back in. With a combination of Shine On and Doublemint (Double Kick To The Gut/Double DDT) the champion got the first near fall of the match, and most importantly, the control of the match. Jet caught Javen with a slingblade, following with a springboard leg drop and another lateral press for only a count of two. He then picked him up, lifting him with a suplex. Javen landed behind the opponent and pushed him against the ropes, grapping him in a waistlock and slamming him down with a snap german suplex. The fast paced back and forth action saw Jet picking up the McMillion after a neckbreaker and throwing him towards the corner. Javen stepped on the ropes and dove onto him with a reverse corkscrew senton, finally making the tag to his brother. CM entered the ring like a house on fire, dropping Jet down with a clothesline. And a second, and a third for good measure. Whipping the tag team champion against the ropes, he stopped his momentum with a kick to the stomach and set him up for the Just Like That (Twist Of Fate). Jet countered it by pushing him away and followed with a superkick, dropping him down and making the tag to Penny. The blonde girl met Christian in the middle of the ring and the two started trading blows. Penny drove her knees to his stomach and planted him with a double underhook ddt, CM answered with a brainbuster that almost gave him the win. Near fall after near fall, the match reached its end when "The Second Amendment" by Who TF is Justin Time blared out of the loudspeakers distracting Christian who turned to the entrance stage where Duke Andrews was standing, giving Penny the opportunity to hit her Penelope Code for the three count. WINNER: Jetpack BY: Pinfall (Penelope Code), 11:53 |
Bea Torres: "Awesome, another great match ruined..."
Jared Idol: "The Brothers McMillion were holding their ground against the champions, and I believe Penny and Jet won't be thankful to Duke for his help in this match."
Bea Torres: "I can't believe Duke turned into such a..."
Jared Idol: "Don't say it."
Bea Torres: "I mean, he seemed like a cool guy..."
Jared Idol: "The Brothers McMillion were holding their ground against the champions, and I believe Penny and Jet won't be thankful to Duke for his help in this match."
Bea Torres: "I can't believe Duke turned into such a..."
Jared Idol: "Don't say it."
Bea Torres: "I mean, he seemed like a cool guy..."
The crowd goes silent as the lights dim down. Instead of someone’s music filling the Key Arena, a video clip is played on the tron screen.
--The champion struck first, Chris answered back with a forearm shot of his own and they started trading blows in the center of the ring. Shot after shot, it was Kane who came out victorious from the exchange, lifting Nessa in a suplex position and dropping her on his knees. He didn't go for the cover, measuring the distance and waiting for her to be in perfect position for the Omega Finale (Sliding D). He made the cover, already anticipating the sweet taste of victory in his mouth but the champion somehow managed to kick out. This didn't seem to affect Christopher, who after the initial shock, picked Nessa up and lifter her in an inverted suplex, dropping her down with a piledriver and making another cover. This time, for the three count.--
Seattle roars seeing that once more as “Sleepwalking” by Bring Me the Horizon begins to play through the P.A system. A couple of moments pass by as Christopher Kane comes out from the back, clad in a throwback Shawn Kemp Sonics jersey, and the Millennium Wrestling Enterprise Championship around his waist. The new champion has a grin on his face that stretches from Seattle to Spokane as he begins his walk to the ring.
On his way to the squared circle, he takes the time to high five with the fans, take a few selfies and savor every single moment. Once he approaches the ring Christopher pulls the title from around his waist while doing a a couple of laps slapping more hands. After that he slides into the ring, that smile on his face, the MWE Championship going high in the air. His entrance music dies off and a microphone is now in his hand.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
A couple of months ago I stood in this very ring and I told everyone in the crowd, at home, the Twitter people, SERO, Grace, my girlfriend, my sister and everyone under the sun that cares about Millennium wrestling that I would stand here, one day, as your top champion. Today is that.
He takes a moment as the crowd cheers for that statement, him making good on what he basically said he would do.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Unknown to everyone else in that crowd at Deep in the Heart Night One, my son, the very son that Grace van Beek brought up was in that crowd to see his dad win this sumbitch right here!
Another huge pop for that one. Christopher adjusts the title on his shoulder and paces around the ring.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Unlike our former champion, I’m actually here at a show where I’m not put into a match. I’m here to talk to you people. I am here to be the best champion that this company can expect. My little sister and Tiffany Tompkins made the Cloud Gate Championship the title to have, and as the MWE Champion, all due respect to them, I can’t have that. As hard as those two young women have worked, worked their ass to make the Cloud Gate mean something, I have to work my ass off to make this mean something.
He raises the title into the air once more to show that he wants, no, needs to make the championship mean something more than it has been.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I know that Grace is probably sitting at her desk tonight, pen and paper in hand, writing down every single person she wants to throw at me. SERO’s beaten me time and time again, he’ll get a chance at it. My girlfriend tossed her name in the hat, and I think that’s something that we’d all want to see. People like Jennifer Yang who are always towards the top. Hell, maybe I’ll give Brittany a match. Maybe we’ll see Grace bring in outside wrestlers to take this from me.
Chris stops and pauses for a moment as he looks out at the Key Arena. That smile has yet to leave his face before continues on.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Nessa Wall said something on Twitter about enjoying the bullseye on my back. About being the subject of hate. I have no problem with a bullseye being on my back. Back in SVW, I was Pride Champion for nearly half a year. In DIVINE Pro, I was Dawn Champion for nearly six months. Seeing challengers and challenges put in front of me only to see me knock them down is something I do. Being a champion is not a foreign concept to me. None of this is new to me. I wanted to be in this spot and I will make more than damn sure I show every single one of you why I wanted to!
The Seattle faithful rise to their feet and begin to cheer the MWE Champion once more.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Despite what Jason Hawk might think I don’t back away from anyone. I don’t run from a challenge. I will stay in this ring and fight anyone in front of me. As cliche as it sounds, I mean, it’s a cliche for a reason, right? I will fix what Nessa Wall did to this championship. I will represent this company the best that I can while I have this championship. I mean, I already did at NEO back on Sunday.
Another pop. He leans against the ropes facing the entry way and sighs with content.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I started wrestling before I turned 16. Six years later and I am at the top of the mountain. Through everything I did to sabotage myself, I came above it and I survived all of it. I will be a great champion for this company. I will be in my son’s life. I will be the best Christopher Bender Kane that I can be!
And with that all said, Christopher hands the microphone back off to ringside before jumping out of the ring and diving into a section of the crowd to celebrate with Seattle.
--The champion struck first, Chris answered back with a forearm shot of his own and they started trading blows in the center of the ring. Shot after shot, it was Kane who came out victorious from the exchange, lifting Nessa in a suplex position and dropping her on his knees. He didn't go for the cover, measuring the distance and waiting for her to be in perfect position for the Omega Finale (Sliding D). He made the cover, already anticipating the sweet taste of victory in his mouth but the champion somehow managed to kick out. This didn't seem to affect Christopher, who after the initial shock, picked Nessa up and lifter her in an inverted suplex, dropping her down with a piledriver and making another cover. This time, for the three count.--
Seattle roars seeing that once more as “Sleepwalking” by Bring Me the Horizon begins to play through the P.A system. A couple of moments pass by as Christopher Kane comes out from the back, clad in a throwback Shawn Kemp Sonics jersey, and the Millennium Wrestling Enterprise Championship around his waist. The new champion has a grin on his face that stretches from Seattle to Spokane as he begins his walk to the ring.
On his way to the squared circle, he takes the time to high five with the fans, take a few selfies and savor every single moment. Once he approaches the ring Christopher pulls the title from around his waist while doing a a couple of laps slapping more hands. After that he slides into the ring, that smile on his face, the MWE Championship going high in the air. His entrance music dies off and a microphone is now in his hand.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
A couple of months ago I stood in this very ring and I told everyone in the crowd, at home, the Twitter people, SERO, Grace, my girlfriend, my sister and everyone under the sun that cares about Millennium wrestling that I would stand here, one day, as your top champion. Today is that.
He takes a moment as the crowd cheers for that statement, him making good on what he basically said he would do.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Unknown to everyone else in that crowd at Deep in the Heart Night One, my son, the very son that Grace van Beek brought up was in that crowd to see his dad win this sumbitch right here!
Another huge pop for that one. Christopher adjusts the title on his shoulder and paces around the ring.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Unlike our former champion, I’m actually here at a show where I’m not put into a match. I’m here to talk to you people. I am here to be the best champion that this company can expect. My little sister and Tiffany Tompkins made the Cloud Gate Championship the title to have, and as the MWE Champion, all due respect to them, I can’t have that. As hard as those two young women have worked, worked their ass to make the Cloud Gate mean something, I have to work my ass off to make this mean something.
He raises the title into the air once more to show that he wants, no, needs to make the championship mean something more than it has been.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I know that Grace is probably sitting at her desk tonight, pen and paper in hand, writing down every single person she wants to throw at me. SERO’s beaten me time and time again, he’ll get a chance at it. My girlfriend tossed her name in the hat, and I think that’s something that we’d all want to see. People like Jennifer Yang who are always towards the top. Hell, maybe I’ll give Brittany a match. Maybe we’ll see Grace bring in outside wrestlers to take this from me.
Chris stops and pauses for a moment as he looks out at the Key Arena. That smile has yet to leave his face before continues on.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Nessa Wall said something on Twitter about enjoying the bullseye on my back. About being the subject of hate. I have no problem with a bullseye being on my back. Back in SVW, I was Pride Champion for nearly half a year. In DIVINE Pro, I was Dawn Champion for nearly six months. Seeing challengers and challenges put in front of me only to see me knock them down is something I do. Being a champion is not a foreign concept to me. None of this is new to me. I wanted to be in this spot and I will make more than damn sure I show every single one of you why I wanted to!
The Seattle faithful rise to their feet and begin to cheer the MWE Champion once more.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Despite what Jason Hawk might think I don’t back away from anyone. I don’t run from a challenge. I will stay in this ring and fight anyone in front of me. As cliche as it sounds, I mean, it’s a cliche for a reason, right? I will fix what Nessa Wall did to this championship. I will represent this company the best that I can while I have this championship. I mean, I already did at NEO back on Sunday.
Another pop. He leans against the ropes facing the entry way and sighs with content.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I started wrestling before I turned 16. Six years later and I am at the top of the mountain. Through everything I did to sabotage myself, I came above it and I survived all of it. I will be a great champion for this company. I will be in my son’s life. I will be the best Christopher Bender Kane that I can be!
And with that all said, Christopher hands the microphone back off to ringside before jumping out of the ring and diving into a section of the crowd to celebrate with Seattle.
Singles Match
Champion vs Champion
Champion vs Champion
Selina Metzger VS Tiffany Tompkins
It’s always a special match when two champions collide. More so when they are two fan favorites who expressed mutual respect in more than one occasion as the Cloud Gate Champion Tiffany Tompkins and the new Lockdown Champion Selina Metzger. The match started with a handshake between the two competitors, quite the humorous sight with the Ubermensch towering over the the eighteen years old who. But as soon as the bell rang, all the courtesy was out of the window and Tiffany charged at the bigger opponent with a clothesline. Despite her putting all her strength in that blow, it didn’t seem to affect the German Amazon, who invited the five foot death machine to give it another try. And Tompkins did exactly that, to the same result as before. Tenacious and proud, Tiffany went for a third attempt, this time though Selina caught her with a spinning side slam. The Lockdown champion was controlling the first part of the match, now dropping some heavy forearm shots to the chest of Tiffany knocking the wind out of the young champion’s lungs with every blow. Selina then lifted her performed a backbreaker, pulling her back up and launching her backwards with a fallaway slam. Tiffany helped herself up hanging on the ropes, leaning against the corner to catch his breath for a moment. But Selina was giving her no truce, charging at full speed with the clear intention to squash her against the corner with all her bodyweight. But Tompkins anticipated her intentions with a drop toe hold, sending the Lockdown champion face first against the lowest turnbuckle pad. Wasting no time, Tiffany took a run to the opposite side and launched herself against Metzger, cannonball style. Basing her offense mostly on her striking ability, Tiffany was slowly chopping down the powerhouse with stiff kicks to the legs. Selina dropped to her knee, and the young champion charged in with a running big boot, finally taking the Ubermensch down and making the cover. The Lockdown Champion kicked out and the match went on, with Tiffany giving her no quarter, forcing her back against the ropes with her swift kicks. Selina easily countered the irish whip attempt, swinging and missing with the clothesline but catching the Cloud Gate Champion in mid-air countering the crossbody attempt. She then lifted her over her shoulders in a fireman's carry position, ready to go for her Elbe Valley Driver. Tiffany managed to slide away and quickly counter with a kick to the back, wisely targeting once again the legs with a chop block right after. She then hit the ropes, but Selina anticipated her move and caught her with a spinebuster. The impact was tremendous, but Tompkins still found the strength to kick out. The momentum of the match had now turned completely in the Ubermensch favor, with Tiffany stuck in the corner almost helpless against her hard chops. The Five Foot Death Machine had a short comeback when she ducked one of her right hands, suddenly finding herself in a favourable position to strike with a few knife edge chops of her own. She was able to land three of them, before Selina answered with a big right punch that staggered the blonde girl, following with an exploder suplex that sent her crashing against the corner. Metzger almost got the win when she blocked Tiffany's arms in a double chickenwing position, lifted her and dropped her face first with a facebuster. After Tompkins kicked out of it, Selina tried once again the Elbe Valley Driver, but the Lockdown Champion grabbed the top rope and desperately hung on, showing great ring awareness. Selina tossed her over the top rope to the outside, with Tiffany landing on her feet on the apron and immediately driving her shoulder in the opponent's mid section, siding under the bottom rope and between her legs to re-enter the ring and, after gaining some speed against the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, flooring The Ubermensch with a low dropkick. Selina couldn't stop her fall, hitting the canvas hard with her face. Stunned, she slowly got on her knees, right where Tiffany needed her to be to connect with the Five Foot Death Kick for the win. WINNER: Tiffany Tompkins BY: Pinfall (Five Foot Death Kick), 14:20 |
Moments after the main even had ended, “20/20” by Crown The Empire blares over the PA system and the fans began to boo. A few moments pass before Megan Rydell appears at the top of the entrance way with a mic tucked between her arm as she gives a golf clap for Tiffany’s main event performance. Meg’s music cuts away and she finally begins to speak.
Megan Rydell:
Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany… You just had to open your mouth this week, didn’t you? You had to put it out there and challenge me, thinking that you’re better than me. Well guess what? You’re nothing compared to me.
Meg steps forward a bit on the entrance way as she glares a hole down at Tiff.
Megan Rydell:
Not only do you not deserve to be a triple champion, but you don’t belong to have that Cloud Gate Championship, a title that was STOLEN from me months ago. Something I never forgot by the way, and that just means you are in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was simply just going to fake the belt off of you but you had to run your mouth at me bad now? Now I’m going to ruin your life, inside and outside of the ring.
A sickening grin runs across Meg’s face as she points towards Tiffany, who’s still standing in the ring.
Megan Rydell:
I bet you think I’m all talk but here’s the thing, when I say I’m going to do something? I fucking do it. Is that what you do too, Tiff? Miss five foot death kick? You said you would fight me, now let’s make it happen and you better be a fighting champion because to this day? I’m still the rightful Cloud Gate Champion, and I want my belt back. So defend that championship and bring me all that you got so that I can show the world how much of an embarrassment you are.
Megan Rydell:
Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany… You just had to open your mouth this week, didn’t you? You had to put it out there and challenge me, thinking that you’re better than me. Well guess what? You’re nothing compared to me.
Meg steps forward a bit on the entrance way as she glares a hole down at Tiff.
Megan Rydell:
Not only do you not deserve to be a triple champion, but you don’t belong to have that Cloud Gate Championship, a title that was STOLEN from me months ago. Something I never forgot by the way, and that just means you are in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was simply just going to fake the belt off of you but you had to run your mouth at me bad now? Now I’m going to ruin your life, inside and outside of the ring.
A sickening grin runs across Meg’s face as she points towards Tiffany, who’s still standing in the ring.
Megan Rydell:
I bet you think I’m all talk but here’s the thing, when I say I’m going to do something? I fucking do it. Is that what you do too, Tiff? Miss five foot death kick? You said you would fight me, now let’s make it happen and you better be a fighting champion because to this day? I’m still the rightful Cloud Gate Champion, and I want my belt back. So defend that championship and bring me all that you got so that I can show the world how much of an embarrassment you are.
Megan drops the mic, staring down at Tiffany who grabs her title and leans it on the mat in front of her, inviting Megan to come and get it. The tension is building between the two young competitors, and for a moment it seems like Megan is going to do exactly that. But then she laughs, looking up at the Cloud Gate Champion and mouthing an ominous "I will".
On this staredown, the show ends.
On this staredown, the show ends.