Post by gvb on Mar 7, 2019 16:28:28 GMT -6
MILLENNIUM XXX: Bed Of Roses
Live from Moda Center in Portland, OR
Wednesday, March 6th, 2019
The camera takes us inside the sold out Moda Center in Portland right when "When Legends Rise" by Godsmack blares out of the loudspeakers, followed by the usual pyrotechnics display exploding on the main stage. With a quick movement, the camera pans over the twenty thousand filling the building, stopping every now and then to show some handmade signs the Millennium fans brought in.
"Top Guy Chris" "Meg has a weird butt" "Avant-Garde" "We want Wang" "Hawk STFU!" "Keep #TheStreak Alive" "Knox it off!" "The Manic can't have my babies"
Bea Torres:
It's Millennium XXX baby!
Jared Idol:
Please, can you just say Millennium Thirty?
Bea Torres:
Where's the fun in that?
Jared Idol:
Right... Anyway, welcome to Millennium 30...
Bea Torres:
XXX!
Jared Idol:
... ladies and gentleman. We have a stacked card here in Portland tonight, a big main event where the MWE Champion Christopher Kane takes on Duke Andrews:
Bea Torres:
There's no love lost between these two, but then again, does anyone really love Duke after the stunt he pulled recently?
Jared Idol:
Well, definitely not Christian Michaels, the man he betrayed a couple of weeks ago. Tonight CM takes on The Misery who came back empty handed from his trip down under.
Bea Torres:
I'm still laughing at that cheesecake exploding on his face... On his mask. Man that was hilarious.
Jared Idol:
I'm sure he would disagree with you. Rebecca Saint on the other hand might find that quite amusing. Not that she would have much to laugh to as she will step in the ring with the Murder Train in a tag team match.
Bea Torres:
Except it's not her usual partner Kelsey Spencer she's tagging with. I'm curious to see if they can actually work together.
Jared Idol:
They better, Chimera Corp is no joke.
Bea Torres:
They picked an awful name, but CCJ and Dusty are two of the top competitors in Millennium.
Jared Idol:
And speaking of top competitors, I have four names for you. Megan Rydell, Jason Hawk, Jennifer Yang and Tiffany Tompkins.
Bea Torres:
Man that's gonna be one heck of a match. The former MWE Champion and the Cloud Gate Champion teaming up... I don't like their opponents chances.
Jared Idol:
Another former champion will be in action tonight, as Nessa Wall takes on SERO.
Bea Torres:
But before that, we have the newest addition to the green roster making his debut in Millennium. His name is Christopher LaGarde, and his match is next.
The scene opens up to an incredibly dark room, the actual setting of said room is indistinguishable. Covered in the mystery known as the dark, the camera and the viewing audience await any sign of what is actually going on.
Suddenly, the clicking noise of a switch being pressed is the only one sound that can be picked up by the camera. It seems the flick of the switch has triggered the lights in the ceiling to activate, now making everything visible.
The dim bulbs shed light on the wooden table below, the wood of the desk is worn down with several markings, scratches and rotting areas of the desk showing the age of the piece of furniture. Many stacks of folders and papers can be seen positioned on the edge of the counter, they look very messy meaning they have not been very well organized. A white monitor takes up the majority of space on the right side of the desk, however, it is covered in Post-It Notes in colors of several varieties and like everything else seems to be pretty outdated.
As the camera pans upwards slowly, a man can be seen sitting at the desk and is shown to be looking into the camera with a look of satisfaction. To some, he looks very familiar, but to others, he may be a completely new face. Sporting a black t-shirt with a blue suit jacket over the top, fitted black slacks, and brown leather shoes, he presents himself in a suave manner, the complete opposite of the setting he surrounds himself with.
Christopher LaGarde:
A name? Christopher LaGarde.
LaGarde’s soft-spoken voice quietens down as he rubs his hands together and takes a deep breath. Gazing into his surroundings, he continues.
Christopher LaGarde:
Very few of you will remember what I once was, arrogant, selfish, over-emotional, and blinded by how I was perceived. That was many moons ago and since then there has been an awakening.
After a slight pause, LaGarde looks in the direction of the camera once more.
Christopher LaGarde:
Seen as a pariah by the elite of this world, I am here to fight for you, to fight for society. Millennium Wrestling is a coin. On one side, it is a platform for me to show what I can do for you, for me to put my body on the line to show that I am your martyr. On the other hand, Millennium is filled with corruption and injustice. I watch every week as the people I watch on this very monitor take advantage of the people and the constructs of society itself for personal gain.
Grinning one final time towards the camera. LaGarde signs off.
Christopher LaGarde:
Join me and watch as I showcase what I can do for you, the people. This uprising, this revolution, will be televised and we would love to have you.
Christopher points towards the lens of the camera as the scene slowly fades to black.
Singles Match
Christopher LaGarde VS Teddy Steele
This was the first appearance for the self proclaimed “Leader Of The Sway Parade” in a Millennium ring, months after his last match. Standing on his way was the flamboyant “Black Sexy” Teddy Steele, quite the polar opposite than Christopher and, in his words, the perfect first victim on his path to cleanse Millennium. As the two men met in the center of the ring, LaGarde reminded Teddy everything he thought was wrong with him and his attitude, and it seemed to be a pretty damn long list, so long that Teddy had to interrupt it shutting his mouth with a right punch, to the joy of the almost twenty thousands whom attended tonight show. Christopher smirked at him, connecting a right hook of his own, kicking off the match with the most classic of the brawls. The Martyr for the people dropped the opponent down with a headbutt to the bridge of the nose, Teddy stood back up and hit him with a chop, Christopher went for a stiff forearm shot that would have knocked him down again, if it wasn’t for the ropes he leaned against. Flipping him over with a snapmare, LaGarde then jumped with a dropkick to the back of the head. Sending the opponent in the corner with an irish whip, Christopher charged in, crashing against the sole of Teddy’s raised boot. Steele exploded out of the corner but LaGarde caught him with a backbreaker, dropping over him in a pinning predicament that gave him the first near fall of the match. Teddy kicked out, rolling close to the corner and getting on his knees, begging for mercy. LaGarde wasn’t going to show him any, but that slight hesitation as he was approaching him was all Teddy needed to grab him by the waistband of his tights and pull him down, sending him face first against the middle turnbuckle pad. Teddy proceeded to kick and stomp him as he was sitting in the corner, pushing his foot against Christopher’s throat for an illegal choke. The referee counted up to four before pushin Steele back and separate them. Using the ropes, LaGarde pulled himself up. Teddy grabbed him and pulled him right in his arms trying to pull him away with his finishing maneuver, the Teddy Bear Hug. Christopher freed himself and pushed him against the ropes, turning him inside out with the Righteous Choice (Discus Clothesline). Back in control, Christopher was taking him down with a series of heavy uppercuts, pushing him once again with his back in the corner where he connected some knife edge chops. Teddy had a furious reaction, gaining some ground and driving his knee to his stomach. He lifted him for a powerbomb, LaGarde countered with some punches to head, making him lose the hold and kicking him in the stomach, before dropping him on his head with a ddt. The two competitors kept hitting each other with everything they had, no fancy moves, just some straight in-your-face hard hitting contest. Teddy went for a ripcord lariat, ducked by Christopher who quickly picked him up in a fireman’s carry position, dropping him into a kick to the head. Steele was out, LaGarde simply dropped next to him and made the cover, walking out with his first win. WINNER: Christopher LaGarde BY: Pinfall (Social Deconstruction), 6:42 |
Jared Idol: "That's how you make an impact!"
Bea Torres: "Yeah he was impressing in the ring.. But i still can't get over his words. A revolution?"
Jared Idol: "If you're asking me what he means, I'm afraid I don't have an answer. But he's a man with a plan, and he doesn't look like he will stop at anything in order to achieve it."
The show transitions to a pre-recorded video, featuring the Lockdown Champion, Selina Metzger. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve black top, Der Übermensch is sat in a nondescript room, the location of which is indiscernible, although it is clear that she is not inside the Moda Center. On a table beside her is the Lockdown Championship itself, and after staring at the belt for a second or two, Selina turns to look at the camera.
Selina Metzger:
Two and a half weeks ago at Deep In The Heart, I did exactly what I had said that I would do. For a number of weeks, Luna had done everything that she could to try to stop me from winning the Lockdown Championship, but in San Antonio, her time as champion ran out. Back in January, prior to Imperium, I said that I would be the next Lockdown Champion, and as the belt next to me proves, I wasn’t wrong.
Selina gazes in the direction of the championship again.
Selina Metzger:
Luna was able to delay it briefly, but me winning that championship was inevitable, and now I have my first title in Millennium, as well as the first singles title of my career.
She then turns her attention back to the camera.
Selina Metzger:
I already know the identity of my first challenger, as the night after I won the Lockdown title, Crystal Hilton became the new number one contender. Obviously she’s someone that I have history with, and I look forward to defending the title against her, in what I plan on being the first of many successful defenses. I’m well aware that while winning a championship is one thing, keeping hold of it is another thing altogether, but after all the hoops I had to jump through in order to get my hands on that belt, I’m not going to be surrendering it any time soon.
There is a slight shake of the head from Selina.
Selina Metzger:
Of course, whoever holds the Lockdown Championship gets to choose the rules under which the title is defended. Normally the champion would choose something that will benefit them, like Kate Steele defending the title in submission matches, or like Luna picking a set of rules that allowed her to play for time. I don’t yet have a particular type of match that I would consider my specialty though, and so when I was asked to decide how I would be defending the Lockdown Championship, I was left with a dilemma. However, after discussing the matter with our General Manager, a solution has been reached.
She pauses to take a breath.
Selina Metzger:
When I first arrived in Millennium, six months ago, winning titles wasn’t what was at the forefront of my mind. I wanted to learn and to grow as a competitor, and even now that I have a championship to my name, I’m not quite the finished article yet. The result of last week’s main event was a reminder - not that I needed it - that I still have room for improvement, and I believe that the best way for me to improve as a wrestler is to have to deal with different challenges inside the ring. So as far as the Lockdown title is concerned, I’m turning things on their head; instead of me being the one to decide what type of match the title will be defended in, that decision will be made by a combination of the challenger… and the fans.
Another quick pause follows, before Selina continues.
Selina Metzger:
Allow me to explain. During my reign as Lockdown Champion, each challenger that I face will be required to nominate two, three or four potential stipulations for our match. There will then be a poll on Twitter, for the fans to decide which of the prospective match types they would prefer to see take place.
She runs a hand through her long, blonde hair.
Selina Metzger:
It may seem reckless for me to throw away the one major advantage that every Lockdown Champion would ordinarily have… but then, I’m no ordinary athlete. I am Der Übermensch, and whatever obstacle is put in front of me during my reign, I’m going to find a way to overcome it. Whether it’s a submission match, a strap match, a ladder match, or whatever other kind of match I have to defend the title in, I will rise to the challenge, and I will succeed. Selina über alles.
With Selina sat staring towards the camera, the video then comes to an end.
Selina Metzger:
Two and a half weeks ago at Deep In The Heart, I did exactly what I had said that I would do. For a number of weeks, Luna had done everything that she could to try to stop me from winning the Lockdown Championship, but in San Antonio, her time as champion ran out. Back in January, prior to Imperium, I said that I would be the next Lockdown Champion, and as the belt next to me proves, I wasn’t wrong.
Selina gazes in the direction of the championship again.
Selina Metzger:
Luna was able to delay it briefly, but me winning that championship was inevitable, and now I have my first title in Millennium, as well as the first singles title of my career.
She then turns her attention back to the camera.
Selina Metzger:
I already know the identity of my first challenger, as the night after I won the Lockdown title, Crystal Hilton became the new number one contender. Obviously she’s someone that I have history with, and I look forward to defending the title against her, in what I plan on being the first of many successful defenses. I’m well aware that while winning a championship is one thing, keeping hold of it is another thing altogether, but after all the hoops I had to jump through in order to get my hands on that belt, I’m not going to be surrendering it any time soon.
There is a slight shake of the head from Selina.
Selina Metzger:
Of course, whoever holds the Lockdown Championship gets to choose the rules under which the title is defended. Normally the champion would choose something that will benefit them, like Kate Steele defending the title in submission matches, or like Luna picking a set of rules that allowed her to play for time. I don’t yet have a particular type of match that I would consider my specialty though, and so when I was asked to decide how I would be defending the Lockdown Championship, I was left with a dilemma. However, after discussing the matter with our General Manager, a solution has been reached.
She pauses to take a breath.
Selina Metzger:
When I first arrived in Millennium, six months ago, winning titles wasn’t what was at the forefront of my mind. I wanted to learn and to grow as a competitor, and even now that I have a championship to my name, I’m not quite the finished article yet. The result of last week’s main event was a reminder - not that I needed it - that I still have room for improvement, and I believe that the best way for me to improve as a wrestler is to have to deal with different challenges inside the ring. So as far as the Lockdown title is concerned, I’m turning things on their head; instead of me being the one to decide what type of match the title will be defended in, that decision will be made by a combination of the challenger… and the fans.
Another quick pause follows, before Selina continues.
Selina Metzger:
Allow me to explain. During my reign as Lockdown Champion, each challenger that I face will be required to nominate two, three or four potential stipulations for our match. There will then be a poll on Twitter, for the fans to decide which of the prospective match types they would prefer to see take place.
She runs a hand through her long, blonde hair.
Selina Metzger:
It may seem reckless for me to throw away the one major advantage that every Lockdown Champion would ordinarily have… but then, I’m no ordinary athlete. I am Der Übermensch, and whatever obstacle is put in front of me during my reign, I’m going to find a way to overcome it. Whether it’s a submission match, a strap match, a ladder match, or whatever other kind of match I have to defend the title in, I will rise to the challenge, and I will succeed. Selina über alles.
With Selina sat staring towards the camera, the video then comes to an end.
Singles Match
Declan Pierce VS Kate Steele
With both competitors looking to turn things around after the recents setbacks, you would expect this to be a very intense match. So it was no surprise seeing Kate trying to take every advantage before the match even started, attacking Declan when he turned his back on her to take off the jacket. She clubbed his back with some forearms, driving his face against the top turnbuckle pad. The match hadn’t officially started, but Pierce was already in the corner being chopped and kicked in the stomach by the former Lockdown Champion, uncaring of the loud boos raining down on her from the fans. After the referee finally managed to separate her from the Prince Piledriver and get this match officially underway, Steele once again charged at him at full speed with a corner Yakuza Kick. With the opponent laying on his back, she connected her springboard legdrop making a quick cover. Eventually the size and power advantage became a factor in this match, allowing Declan to take control catching her with a spinning sidewalk slam. He had her in side headlock, Kate pushed him against the ropes and he rebounded back with a huge shoulder tackle, taking her off her feet. When she got back up, she started hitting the big man with some kicks to the leg, connecting three before Declan lifted her and tossed her in the corner, charging in with a clothesline. She moved out of the way, leaving the ring and climbing to the top rope from where she jumped at him with a crossbody, taking Pierce down. He rolled through and, still holding her, got back to his feet and tossed her halfway across the ring with a fallaway slam. As soon as Kate stood up, he launched himself against her with a devastating spear he calls Pierced!, hooking the leg for a cover. After several minutes spent unsuccessfully trying to counter Declan’s heavy offense, Kate left the ring in order to regroup. He followed her, a decision he ended up regretting when she tripped him with a drop toe hold and he smashed his face against the steel steps. Grabbing him by the hair, Kate slammed him a couple more times before entering the ring once again. A count out victory might not be impressive, but it’s still a win… Unfortunately for her, Pierce beat the count, although barely, sliding under the bottom rope at nine. kate went for the cover, but he still had the strength to kick out in two. Seeing the opportunity to walk out with a victory against the much bigger opponent, Kate went once again for a high risk move., probably the Silence Is Golden, her top rope blockbuster. We will never know if that were her actual intentions, since Declan knocked her off with a big right hand. He reached her on top, wrapping her arms around her and took her down with an avalanche belly to belly suplex. This would have probably been enough to get the win, but Pierce was out here to make a statement tonight after coming up short in the past weeks. He picked her up, taunting the crowd yelling PILEDRIVER! before connecting a leaping cradle version of said moves, laying on top of the opponent for the three count. WINNER: Declan Pierce BY: Pinfall (Piledriver), 7:10 |
Bea Torres: "PILEDRIVEEEEEERRRRR!
Jared Idol: "Did you really have to yell it out?"
Bea Torres: "It's in his twitter @ duh!"
Backstage, despite not being booked to compete Luna Smith still had a locker room to herself and fixed up with her name on the door within a star. The door opens to reveal the former Lockdown Champion Luna Smith. She’s wearing an almost tailored to fit red blouse with sheer shoulder length sleeves with some high waisted black skirt. Her tanned legs then were wrapped in a beautiful pair of short heels fastened at the ankle with a faded golden buckle.
Luna Smith:
It’s just tiresome.
Luna is in mid-complaint as she’s followed out by Holly Wakefield, who is dressed in a more casual manner with a faded denim long sleeve blouse that's tied at her waist with a pair of white cropped pants. Holly offers Luna a look of sympathy before she pushes up her glasses further along the bridge of her nose.
Luna Smith:
I was Millennium’s best and brightest Lockdown Champion. And I’m not even on tonight’s show.
Holly nods her head in agreement, still wanting to offer Luna some sympathy, and she takes a deep breath almost as if she is choosing her words carefully before deciding to speak.
Holly Wakefield:
It's only temporary, it won't be long before you'll be back in the spotlight.
Luna listens to those supportive words, and it softens her emotions slightly but she vents on.
Luna Smith:
But when? I feel like Millennium are overlooking just how good I was and how much I did for the Lockdown Title. I’m the Star of this company.
Holly continues to nod as she crosses her arms in front of her chest.
Holly Wakefield:
Of course you are and I wouldn't worry too much about how much longer you'll need to wait.
Luna Smith:
I’ll try. I could use some room temperature mountain spring water and a watercress sandwich on wholewheat while I wait.
Luna holds her head to her temple, the idea of waiting hitting her hard.
Luna Smith:
And get Bree to bring me my neck pillow from the car.
Holly Wakefield:
Okay, I’ll go and do that for you right now.
Holly pulls out her phone to make a quick note to ensure she doesn’t forget Luna’s specific order before she tucks it back in the back pocket of her pants. She offers Luna a small smile.
Holly Wakefield:
You’ll see soon enough, okay?
Luna sighs again but comes off a bit more content.
Luna Smith:
Ok. Soon.
Then she observes her nails, wondering about a manicure. Holly notices this as she’s just about to turn to make her way out of the room to go and get Luna’s food she requested.
Holly Wakefield:
I can book you an appointment if you like.
Holly makes the offer in a lighthearted tone before she opens the door and steps out of the room making sure to close it behind her so that no one will disturb Luna.
Luna Smith:
It’s just tiresome.
Luna is in mid-complaint as she’s followed out by Holly Wakefield, who is dressed in a more casual manner with a faded denim long sleeve blouse that's tied at her waist with a pair of white cropped pants. Holly offers Luna a look of sympathy before she pushes up her glasses further along the bridge of her nose.
Luna Smith:
I was Millennium’s best and brightest Lockdown Champion. And I’m not even on tonight’s show.
Holly nods her head in agreement, still wanting to offer Luna some sympathy, and she takes a deep breath almost as if she is choosing her words carefully before deciding to speak.
Holly Wakefield:
It's only temporary, it won't be long before you'll be back in the spotlight.
Luna listens to those supportive words, and it softens her emotions slightly but she vents on.
Luna Smith:
But when? I feel like Millennium are overlooking just how good I was and how much I did for the Lockdown Title. I’m the Star of this company.
Holly continues to nod as she crosses her arms in front of her chest.
Holly Wakefield:
Of course you are and I wouldn't worry too much about how much longer you'll need to wait.
Luna Smith:
I’ll try. I could use some room temperature mountain spring water and a watercress sandwich on wholewheat while I wait.
Luna holds her head to her temple, the idea of waiting hitting her hard.
Luna Smith:
And get Bree to bring me my neck pillow from the car.
Holly Wakefield:
Okay, I’ll go and do that for you right now.
Holly pulls out her phone to make a quick note to ensure she doesn’t forget Luna’s specific order before she tucks it back in the back pocket of her pants. She offers Luna a small smile.
Holly Wakefield:
You’ll see soon enough, okay?
Luna sighs again but comes off a bit more content.
Luna Smith:
Ok. Soon.
Then she observes her nails, wondering about a manicure. Holly notices this as she’s just about to turn to make her way out of the room to go and get Luna’s food she requested.
Holly Wakefield:
I can book you an appointment if you like.
Holly makes the offer in a lighthearted tone before she opens the door and steps out of the room making sure to close it behind her so that no one will disturb Luna.
Tables Match
Robbie "MF" Bourbon VS Sephora Eastwick
Robbie tried to get in Sephora’s head on the days before the show, but the Empire Extreme Champion never took the bait, avoiding the twitter interaction with the Viceroy Of Vulgar, keeping her focus on this match where she was determined to settle the score once and for all. Starting right after the bell, when she charged full head of steam against Robbie. The masked man kicked her in the stomach, doubling her over and clubbed her with a big forearm to the back. Sephora was slowing trying to get up when he reached her with a second shot, dropping her down once again. No holding back from some trash talk, he waited for her to get on her feet and connected with a straight punch to the head, sending her back into the corner. Sephora exploded out of it with a middle kick, this time successfully catching him off guard and following with some stiff punches. Fist after fist, she managed to push him all the way across the ring, leaving him stunned against the ropes. Reaching inside her boot, she pulled out a brass knuckles she kept hidden in her boot and punched him in the face with it a few times. Then she hit the ropes on the opposite side and knocked him outside the ring with a clothesline. Both competitors were more than comforatbale outside the ropes, maybe even more than they would confined in between them. Robbie lifted the opponent over his head in a gorilla press position and dropped her on the barricade so that her feet were hanging where the fans sit, and her head toward the ring. He then charged driving his knee to her temple, leaving her laying on the floor as he pulled out a table from under the ring and set it up. He then went to pick her up, but she was ready for it and drove her arm between his legs for a low blow. Crawling to the timekeeper table, she grabbed her title and smashed his face with it. The big man was down, Seph glanced at the table already set up and then at the 290 pounds of a man she was supposed to lift and put through said table. Her reaction when the realization hit her was a four letter word starting with F. Robbie was starting to het up and, to avoid every potentially dangerous situation, she dropped down the table and folded it. The action moved once again back in the ring where Sephora was caught Robbie with a cutter, climbing to the top rope and jumping on him with a double foot stomp. Leaving the ring, she grabbed another table and slid it inside the ring, While she was standing on the apron, ready to step in, Bourbon ran toward her and knocked her off with a big boot. He left the ring and picked her, wrapping his hand around her throat for the EMC. Reacting on instinct, Eastwick hit him between the legs… Again, this time with a kick. A quick look at his positiioning and she hit him with a shotgun dropkick, ending the Last Outlaw against the steel steps. Robbie grabbed part of them and threw them against the Empire Extreme Champion who was quick to dodge, avoiding disaster. Furios, she launched herself against the opponent with a loaded supeman punch. Robbie was down once again, and this gave Eastwick to set a table up as a bridge between the apron and the lower part of the steel steps. Suddenly, all the lights in the arena shut off at once. For a brief moment. When they came back, Knox was standing behind the referee’s back. Sephora was the first to notice, but before she could warn the official, Knox had already knocked him down with a blow to the back of the head. His target was clearly the Empire Extreme Champion, who dared him to attack her. She didn’t have to tell him twice, and moments later Knox left the ring, walking right into Seph’s right hands. The brawl didn’t last long, just the time for the Hackerman to reach inside the pocket and tase the champion, picking up her motionless body and driving her through the table she set up. The lights went off once again, and when they came back, Knox was nowhere to be seen, A more than confused Robbie walked to his opponent, checking out on her. The referee woke up from his forced nap and, seeing the wreckage outside, called for the bell. WINNER: Robbie Bourbon BY: Table Break, 10:31 |
Jared Idol: "Looks like Knox is not done with Sephora and the Extreme title just yet."
Bea Torres: "Did he really tase her? Someone should check on her, she hasn't moved yet... I hope she's ok."
Jared Idol: "She survived worst."
Bea Torres: "Don't be a butt, she was just tased, show some sympathy!"
Jared Idol: "Eh, one could say she got a taste of her own medicine."
There was no loud banging that led to merciless dragging of a chain overhead; instead, as the red-hot crowd anticipated his arrival, that first breath-robbing beat of “Devil Inside” hit them in their chests. To each side of the entrance, fire jumped high above the stage as the singing druids filed out in front of the flames. Garbage filled the sky as the Godless Heathen from the South strolled out from behind the curtain.
Heathen Jones stood there, at the top of the ramp, as huge clouds rolled from under the stage up into the rafters. In boots, blue Dickie's and an officially licensed “Hacked by KNOX” T-shirt that he had ripped the sleeves from, his blood stained orchard hat shaded his soulless blacked-eyes that were snug deep in his grizzly. As he dodged empty plastic trays and paper cups, he made them sit through him raising his Mossy Oak mudjug to his lips. He spat a long, thick, dark hawker, losing some of the tailing in the tight curls of his beard. A heavy chain wrapped over his left shoulder, across his chest and back around his right hip. The links were blood-stained, banged up and dull.
Close-up on his heavily bruised face as he squinted his left eye and cracked the same corner of his mouth, making a ‘nyechk·nyechk’ sound with his tongue in his cheek. As if “calling for her” were any better than yanking her through the curtain with a chain, but Hickey answered.
Prior to last week, it had been months since Hickey had been dragged, passed by Heathen on her way or been to the ring in any fashion at all. From the looks of it, she still hadn't bathed in that entire time. She strutted out behind him like she was wagging her tail and running to affectionately lick her master. Which disgusted everyone because he is quite gross looking too. Her clothes barely left anything to the imagination. Not that her string-bean frame would be the most exciting to ogle if the filthy rags did fall off of her skin and bones. A few more steps and her flip×flops would be worn to nothing, her Daisy Dukes were frayed and torn and the “covering” on her top looked like it used to have sleeves and a midriff. Maybe.
Hand in hand they walked down the ramp. Hard to explain how or why, when all you can see is that it is happening. For all we knew, just a few months ago, she had had it with him. -- (Say that, then write it, is that right?) -- Still, here they walked, together. At ringside, he made it a point to trash the fans in the front row, all the way around the ring, until he came up on an increasingly recognizable set of faces.
Especially here in the western US.
With only the thin barrier between them, Heathen was chest to chest, face to face and nose to nose with Alan Envy's star trainee, Mr. Boneshaker! Beside him, exchanging looks of vile disgust with Hickey, Bones’ bestest friend Tempest. There is an intense couple moments before Heathen snarls, but Bones doesn't flinch. Not until Heathen touches the ICWA Heavyweight Championship resting on Bones’ shoulder is there an altercation; Heathen is shoved backward, but his only reaction is pulling Hickey away.
Back around to the entrance side of the ring where Heathen lifts Hickey to sit on the apron behind him. He stays on the floor to address the ramp with a microphone pulled from his back pocket.
Heathen Jones:
Funny, ain't it…
Heathen pinched his nose in a condescending sneer and then, suddenly, he was overwhelmed in shock, as were most, as Hickey grabbed the microphone and coaxed it away from him. The entire building dropped to a pin-drop silence. They just waited, wide-eyed with their mouths open.
And then, it happened.
Hickey:
Baby, the only thing funny about any of this is, since getting past you by the skin of his teeth, Alan Envy came out swinging only to lose his very next match!
The first words she's spoken on a live microphone used to pick old scabs. She kept going...
Hickey:
He promised the next thing for the Lonestar would be gold, but in fact, the only gold he's seen recently was won by his golden pupil over there and, listen here Boneshaker, this is the big show and you'll have to work a little harder around here. Especially if you want that Junior Heavyweight title, but hey, that's a major heavyweight belt of some Podunk, California developmental territory that you have there… no problem! Right.
It was something to watch Heathen just lean back into her legs as she cut up with a forked-scathing tongue.
Hickey:
Last week, you challenged Sam Tolson and she didn't say a word. She sure had plenty to say before the chain match in Texas so, for Sam Tolson, her silence is actually really loud. Seems as how she won't come out and say it, I will: Sam Tolson fears my Heathen.
She massaged his shoulder with her free hand as she continued.
Hickey:
I also remember knocking over some motorcycles last week on the parking lot. Again, nothing from nobody. I mean, they know who's motorcycles they were…
The crowd yells, “PILEDRIVER!”
Hickey:
You all can yell whatever wrestling move you all want, doesn't matter. The Pierce Brothers fear my Heathen. All five of them do. None of them will be coming out here to do anything about it. So…
She turns her full attention to Tempest and Mr. Boneshaker.
Hickey:
Good luck and everything with your tournament match on Saturday. Your match with little Dannicka was so, um, enthralling! As for the real stars of Millennium, like my Heathen…
Her green-brown glare back on the stage.
Hickey:
Tonight, we beat Bruce Wang. Sorry, Wang, but not sorry. Then, and I want Vaccaro to hear me very clearly because I won't be harping on this but once, my Heathen will be taking gold. Until then, we will burn down one building after the next. Until then, he will shatter star after star. Until then, it will be all of your loss! Come on out Wang… you're first!
Heathen had no clue how to react so, as she dropped down to the floor, he plopped up onto the apron and rolled into the ring under the bottom rope.
Heathen Jones stood there, at the top of the ramp, as huge clouds rolled from under the stage up into the rafters. In boots, blue Dickie's and an officially licensed “Hacked by KNOX” T-shirt that he had ripped the sleeves from, his blood stained orchard hat shaded his soulless blacked-eyes that were snug deep in his grizzly. As he dodged empty plastic trays and paper cups, he made them sit through him raising his Mossy Oak mudjug to his lips. He spat a long, thick, dark hawker, losing some of the tailing in the tight curls of his beard. A heavy chain wrapped over his left shoulder, across his chest and back around his right hip. The links were blood-stained, banged up and dull.
Close-up on his heavily bruised face as he squinted his left eye and cracked the same corner of his mouth, making a ‘nyechk·nyechk’ sound with his tongue in his cheek. As if “calling for her” were any better than yanking her through the curtain with a chain, but Hickey answered.
Prior to last week, it had been months since Hickey had been dragged, passed by Heathen on her way or been to the ring in any fashion at all. From the looks of it, she still hadn't bathed in that entire time. She strutted out behind him like she was wagging her tail and running to affectionately lick her master. Which disgusted everyone because he is quite gross looking too. Her clothes barely left anything to the imagination. Not that her string-bean frame would be the most exciting to ogle if the filthy rags did fall off of her skin and bones. A few more steps and her flip×flops would be worn to nothing, her Daisy Dukes were frayed and torn and the “covering” on her top looked like it used to have sleeves and a midriff. Maybe.
Hand in hand they walked down the ramp. Hard to explain how or why, when all you can see is that it is happening. For all we knew, just a few months ago, she had had it with him. -- (Say that, then write it, is that right?) -- Still, here they walked, together. At ringside, he made it a point to trash the fans in the front row, all the way around the ring, until he came up on an increasingly recognizable set of faces.
Especially here in the western US.
With only the thin barrier between them, Heathen was chest to chest, face to face and nose to nose with Alan Envy's star trainee, Mr. Boneshaker! Beside him, exchanging looks of vile disgust with Hickey, Bones’ bestest friend Tempest. There is an intense couple moments before Heathen snarls, but Bones doesn't flinch. Not until Heathen touches the ICWA Heavyweight Championship resting on Bones’ shoulder is there an altercation; Heathen is shoved backward, but his only reaction is pulling Hickey away.
Back around to the entrance side of the ring where Heathen lifts Hickey to sit on the apron behind him. He stays on the floor to address the ramp with a microphone pulled from his back pocket.
Heathen Jones:
Funny, ain't it…
Heathen pinched his nose in a condescending sneer and then, suddenly, he was overwhelmed in shock, as were most, as Hickey grabbed the microphone and coaxed it away from him. The entire building dropped to a pin-drop silence. They just waited, wide-eyed with their mouths open.
And then, it happened.
Hickey:
Baby, the only thing funny about any of this is, since getting past you by the skin of his teeth, Alan Envy came out swinging only to lose his very next match!
The first words she's spoken on a live microphone used to pick old scabs. She kept going...
Hickey:
He promised the next thing for the Lonestar would be gold, but in fact, the only gold he's seen recently was won by his golden pupil over there and, listen here Boneshaker, this is the big show and you'll have to work a little harder around here. Especially if you want that Junior Heavyweight title, but hey, that's a major heavyweight belt of some Podunk, California developmental territory that you have there… no problem! Right.
It was something to watch Heathen just lean back into her legs as she cut up with a forked-scathing tongue.
Hickey:
Last week, you challenged Sam Tolson and she didn't say a word. She sure had plenty to say before the chain match in Texas so, for Sam Tolson, her silence is actually really loud. Seems as how she won't come out and say it, I will: Sam Tolson fears my Heathen.
She massaged his shoulder with her free hand as she continued.
Hickey:
I also remember knocking over some motorcycles last week on the parking lot. Again, nothing from nobody. I mean, they know who's motorcycles they were…
The crowd yells, “PILEDRIVER!”
Hickey:
You all can yell whatever wrestling move you all want, doesn't matter. The Pierce Brothers fear my Heathen. All five of them do. None of them will be coming out here to do anything about it. So…
She turns her full attention to Tempest and Mr. Boneshaker.
Hickey:
Good luck and everything with your tournament match on Saturday. Your match with little Dannicka was so, um, enthralling! As for the real stars of Millennium, like my Heathen…
Her green-brown glare back on the stage.
Hickey:
Tonight, we beat Bruce Wang. Sorry, Wang, but not sorry. Then, and I want Vaccaro to hear me very clearly because I won't be harping on this but once, my Heathen will be taking gold. Until then, we will burn down one building after the next. Until then, he will shatter star after star. Until then, it will be all of your loss! Come on out Wang… you're first!
Heathen had no clue how to react so, as she dropped down to the floor, he plopped up onto the apron and rolled into the ring under the bottom rope.
Singles Match
Bruce Wang VS Heathen JonesWang entered to a mixed reaction; mostly cheers, but no one will ever please them all. Not even mostly-lovable Wang. Whatever part in whatever movie Wang is studying for surely isn't going to place him in the precarious position he's in at the moment. Watching him fearfully analyse and measure the burly and seething man across the ring was entertaining. After the opening bell, it was clear Wang had no idea what to do with Heathen Jones. Wang couldn't overpower Heathen, getting shoved away to the corner, to the ropes next and, a third and final time, to his ass. Even if Wang had a plan or an opportunity, he wasn't rushing to take it, humorously “complaining” about Heathen's stinch. Several times, mostly to break his opponent's momentum, Wang would wave his hand under his nose (or even pinch his nose shut ...tight), sending the crowd into hysterics and infuriating Heathen. So much so, just as easily as you could see Wang's huge gestures from the nosebleeds, you could also feel the vile ire rising. Wang had made Heathen the butt of enough of his comedic antics, if it were comedy that Wang were looking to pursue, this match would be great reference for his impromptu work; however, as everyone soon watched, Wang plays a decent victim too. Because Heathen snapped. Hickey drew the referee's attention, jumping up on the apron where she shouldn't be. Heathen stuck Wang in the eye with his left thumb and then throat punched him. Hickey dropped down as Heathen whipped Wang to the ropes, Heathen leaned out of the ring backward, between the top and middle ropes, before mowing Wang down in the middle, Lunatic Lariat. Heathen picked Wang back up pulling him to the far corner to pummel the life out of him. Wang slumped in the corner in a heap as Heathen wrapped his arm around the referee's shoulder and dragged him to the ropes on the left of the screen. Behind the referee's back, Hickey tears her nails into Wang's face as Heathen complains to the official about Boneshaker and Tempest ringside. Heathen yelled something about “duh-Lonestar!” before he told Boneshaker, “lemmeh show ya how it's done!” Heathen stalked behind Wang, as the Korean movie star used the ropes to pull himself up, the southern PAGAN creeped and then unleashed a barrage of closed fists -- referee be damned -- into Wang's shoulders, neck and the back of his head. Wang pushed through to his feet only to be snatched and bent over backward with his face in Heathen's armpit. Heathen hoisted Wang up over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and then spun, several times, out into the center of the ring before dropping sit-out style. In another time and place, it's The Boneshaker! Here tonight, in Millennium, Heathen's Halo got a two count. And, the fans popped with Wang's kick out! Hickey drew the referee again, arguing the count from the apron. The referee drew Heathen to the ropes, furiously arguing the tempo of the count. Wang rolled to his hands and knees in the center of the ring to collect his marbles. Like your favorite action hero, having recovered from that initial ass-whooping, Wang sprung straight up in the center of the ring. Heathen felt the energy change, his face twitched as his eyes scanned the raging crowd. Before Heathen knew what had hit him, Wang capitalized on the distraction. Heathen went down hard with a ripcord side slam. The referee was just as stunned and out of position, costing Wang precious seconds. The crowd continued to cheer and Wang stayed on Heathen, immediately locking on the Wang Stretch after the near-two. Heathen struggled with the omoplata crossface, his free hand on the inside as Wang wisely placed himself nearest the ropes. The crowd yelled, shouted and even chanted for Heathen to submit. Wang held on for the ride as the vicious bayou hawg thrashed and squirmed. Heathen absolutely refused to tap, riding his defiance into a twilight as his eyes began to roll back into his skull. The crowd was at the top of their voices, counting with the referee as Heathen's arm dropped once ...twice and was back up one final time. Wang released the hold, ducking out of the way of the large hook-end of the chain as it hurled through the air between the top and middle ropes. Hickey had saved Heathen from the floor, but only momentarily. Wang pulled Heathen to his feet, dragging him backward from his knees into a standing sleeper. The referee was too busy scolding Hickey's attempt with the chain, threatening to eject her, to see the mule kick from Heathen. Wang's golden globes were busted. Heathen snapped around, trapping Wang's arms at his side, straight-jacket German suplex and Heathen bridged for the pin. WINNER: Heathen Jones BY: Pinfall (Stockholm Syndrome), 8:03 |
When we return from commercial we find ourselves treated to a scene backstage at the arena. In the shot are several of the members of the Millennium Wrestling crew that keep our fine organization running and on the air every Wednesday evening. These guys are standing in a semi-circle facing the long-time veteran of the ring Christian Michaels. Our camera pulling in closer as we join a tale in progress.
Christian Michaels:
....So Cross takes me by the wrist and shoots me into the corner! And guys lemme tell ya this was like getting shot into the corner out of a cannon.
Michaels nods as the stage crew members are hanging on every word.
Christian Michaels:
I’m sure the impact woulda sent me to the canvas, but as soon as I hit the corner? There was Cross swallowing me up in the corner with an angry avalanche!....Dude hip tosses me out the corner and I land on my ass and scoot another few inches….Right about that time I’m thinking: “What in the hell have I gotten myself into?!”...That’s when his big tail runs past me, hits the ropes, and charges at me like a rampaging elephant lookin to kick my head off…
Crew Member Guy:
And then what happened? Did he kick you really really hard?
Christian smirked as he prepared to finish up the story. However he didn’t notice in the distance a new member approaching his captive audience.
Christian Michaels:
He tried. But I flung myself back and he charged right by. And I scramble up to my feet, boot to the gut and I try and hit ‘im with a “Just Like That”. Silly me, this big seven footer ain’t goin like that. He stands straight up and tosses me back towards the center of the ring and I plant myself and….I...I…
The story trails off as Michaels has noticed none other than his former friend Duke Andrews standing behind the gathering of stage crew. The proud native of Grand Rapids hiking a leg up and planting his butt on a rolling anvil case. He gestures for Michaels to continue.
Duke Andrews:
Aw don’t stop on my account, I actually like this story. See it comes from a time when you were somebody to be taken serious. Back when Christian Michaels was the kind of guy that could topple giants and hulks...Back when you pulled your own weight and wasn’t such a joke
Vile and venom dripping off each word Andrews spoke towards his former pal. CM glared at him, but was currently maintaining his composure.
Christian Michaels:
What the hell do you want?
Duke Andrews:
I just wanted to come by for story time. Like I said, that’s from back in a day when I didn’t have to carry you to success.
Michaels rolled his eyes hard.
Christian Michaels:
Oh here we go..
Duke Andrews:
You’re damned right here we go! While I’m getting ready for a main event spot, you’re back here talking about times of old with this bunch of nobodies! In case you didn’t hear me; I’m in the main event and you’re stuck playing slap an tickle with some perv in a wetsuit.
The stagehands have broken up the semi-circle so there’s a clear line of sight between CM and Duke.
Christian Michaels:
Who’d you have to stab in the back for that one?
Andrews chuckles.
Duke Andrews:
Cute. But all I had to do was stay as great as I always have been. Not like you, who’s become such an embarrassment. To be honest with you? It’d be really funny if it wasn’t so incredibly sad. Not that I care about how sad and pathetic you look anymore, but you’re bring Simon down now.
For folks not in the know, Simon is the real name of CM’s younger brother Javen.
Christian Michaels:
You don’t know what yer..
Duke Andrews:
Shut up! That poor bastard ain’t booked here tonight, and over on Hybrid neither one of you are booked this weekend! Why don’t you quit dragging him down huh? Quit being an albatross around his neck like you were mine!
The stage crew guys are starting to look a lil worried that this is about to break down. Duke Andrews is always itchin for a fight, we know, and his words have CM clenching his hands into tight fists. But just when it seems that the proud southerner’s top is about to blow, Michaels laughs and then shakes his head.
Christian Michaels:
Ya know Duke, I wanna take yer head off so bad right now, but I ain’t bout to cost myself this chance to finally put a definitive loss on The Misery’s record. Good luck in your match tonight.
Christian turns and starts walking out of the scene. But folks just know that Andrews isn’t going to let things end on someone else’s terms. Oh no!, not him! He looks to the stage crew and starts his own story time.
Duke Andrews:
Y’all want a story? I got one for you; I used to know his momma…
The camera pulls back further to widen the shot and we see Michaels come to a halt.
Duke Andrews:
Oh yeah, I did. She was a good woman too. Always kind to everyone that her lil boy there worked with. I hate to say it, but if she were around today to see what a punk bitch her son had become…...Well maybe it’s for the best that she went to meet the good lord back in twenty-eleven…
And that was it! Christian Michaels spun sharply on his heels and charged back towards Andrews. The gathered stagehands just manage to intercept him and hold him back! But boy oh boy Christian is doing everything he can to claw his way through them. For his part? Andrews had hopped down off the case he was on and taken a few steps back. He was laughing like a loon at having gotten this kind of reaction out of his former friend.
Singles Match
The Misery VS Christian Michaels
A shot at the man who harassed his wife and his best friend in the past few weeks. That was what Christian Michaels had wanted for quite some time, but the opportunity came when his focus already diverted on Duke Andrews, the lifelong friend who stabbed him in the back a couple of weeks ago. For the man in the morphsuit, accompanied as always by The Manic, Christian Michaels was just another stepping stone on his search for Tyron Bickerton. The match started with a classic lock up in the center of the ring, an evenly matched test of strength where no man seemed able to prevail on the opponent. Eventually it was CM who pushed the opponent in the corner, where the referee asked them to break up, stepping between the two contenders and pulling them apart. Christian granted a clean break, raising his hands and stepping back. The Misery on the other hand didn’t show the same courtesy, kicking him in the stomach and pulling him in the corner, hitting him with a few chops. Grabbing him by the arm, he whipped him to the opposite side of the ring. Michaels went up and over, landing behind the opponents back and taunting him to come get some. As The Misery charged in, he dropped him on the mat with an arm drag. Five minutes into the match and CM was still in control, taking The Misery down with a chop block and starting to work on his leg with a few stomps. He then grabbed it and put it between his leg, twisting it and dropping on his knees, with the goal to slow the high flier down. After shoving him in the corner, CM drove his shoulder into his mid section three times. Doubled over The Misery staggered toward the center of the ring, with Michaels right behind him and clubbing his back. He grabbed him by his arm and sent him against the ropes, catching him with a punch to the chest as he rebounded back, moving next to him and driving him on the mat with a russian legsweep. From the middle rope, Christian jumped and landed with his leg on the opponent chest for his Southern Climate Leg Drop, hooking the leg for a two count. Picking him back up, Michaels went for a suplex, blocked by the man in the morph suit. Even the second attempt failed, and so the third. The Misery instead successfully lifted his opponent and dropped him down frontally with a gordbuster. As he was getting up, The Misery hit him with a low dropkick to the face. Just like that the momentum had shifted in The Misery’s favor. He connected with an Helluva Kick to the cornered CM, climbing to the top and leaping backwards with a moonsault that gave him a two count. Christian reversed an irish whip and sent The Misery to the corner. But when he charged in, the man in black pulled himself up and sat on his shoulder, locking the former Hybrid Triad Champion in his Tarantula submission. He could obviously only keep it for four seconds, but even in that short amount of time he was able to inflict a lot of pain to the Tennessean. After being forced to release the hold, The Misery jumped back in the ring with a springboard forearm, attempting another pinfall. After the kick out, The Misery sent him against the ropes, waiting for him with a back body drop that Michaels countered into a rolling boston crab. The submission was locked in the middle of the ring, The Misery started digging deep trying to reach them but the pressure on his back seemed to be too much for him to handle. Noticing his struggle, The Manic jumped on the apron and tried to step into the ring, taking the referee’s attention on herself. While distracted, the referee missed the man in black tapping out, a detail that Christian didn’t miss. He instantly released the hold, expecting the bell to ring at any moment. Turning around, he noticed the referee busy trying to keep the masked manager out of the ring. Realizing what happened, Christian called the referee attention, complaining about the missed call. Before the referee turned around, The Misery low blowed him and rolled him up, keeping his shoulders down for a three count. WINNER: The Misery BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 9:29 |
Bea Torres: "Oh my God, I hate this guy!"
The Misery stands in the centre of the ring following his match with Christian Michaels. The Manic enters underneath the bottom rope and delivers the masked man a microphone. He gladly accepts, and raises it to his covered lips.
The Misery:
Cheesecake… strawberry cheesecake…
The fans in attendance at the Moda Center in Portland erupt into a frenzy of laughter, all the while stomping and chanting “CHEESECAKE” over and over again while The Misery stands still as a statue, their mocks bouncing off of him. He waits until the crowd simmers down, which takes some time.
The Misery:
Yes, that’s right. Strawberry cheesecake. That was what The Misery found in Manly, Australia… instead of the man he was promised. This leads The Misery to believe that The Uncanny Socialites are more devious than one would expect. It was a set up. Everything was a set up. There are two possible scenarios. Either Rebecca Saint warned her former lover of The Misery’s venture and he fled… or the entire thing was a ploy, down to every single detail. The teenage boys that approached us in the mall? Hired by Saint and Spencer… the old lady at P&C Chicken? HIRED by Saint and Spencer… the cheesecake that exploded in The Misery’s face…? HIRED by Saint and Spencer! That damn strawberry cheesecake was not inanimate, it knew EXACTLY what it was doing!
Once again the fans in attendance begin stomping and chanting “CHEESECAKE!” again, and again, and again, and again, and again. The camera zooms in on the only quiet member of the audience… who is sitting down with a smirk on his face, eating a slice of strawberry cheesecake. He winks at the camera. The Misery grows visibly frustrated, as he walks over to the corner of the ring and begins smashing his head against the turnbuckle. The Manic hurries over and tries her best to calm him, but to no avail, The Misery’s lost it.
The crowd goes silent. Almost as if they’ve just once again realized that The Misery is a legitimate lunatic who could very well hunt them all down for what to them, was just fun and games. The Misery slowly comes to, taking deep breaths as he returns to his spot in the centre of the ring. He turns his attention to the entrance ramp.
The Misery:
The Misery demands answers… NOW.
Moments later, a shot of that very same apartment where The Misery wore said strawberry cheesecake shows on the big screen. But, what he wasn’t expecting is a young girl - around 5’1 with short, bright pink hair and a backwards baseball cap - walking into frame. Some die hard wrestling fans may recognise the woman, though her appearance has changed drastically in the time she’s been away from the business.
She appears amused by The Misery’s frustration, and sways to and fro as she speaks to him on this live feed.
??:
You demand answers, do ya? Listen here, baby boy… Where I come from, we got a lil thing we like to call “manners”. I suggest ya learn how to use ‘em, and quick smart. And who knows? If ya just say “please”, maybe I’mma give them answers to ya?
The Misery:
Take your manners… and shove them… UP YOUR HAIRY PINK ASS! Who THE HELL are YOU?!
The girl, rather than answer right away, sarcastically throws her hands in the air.
??:
Woah… Someone’s a real cranky boy, ain’tcha?
Her tone turns a little more serious as she strokes her chin.
??:
I guess since we don’t want ya havin’ an aneurysm out there, it couldn’t hurt for me to tell ya. I got a couple o’ names… My parents called me Ophelia, my pals call me Ophs… But, since ya ain’t neither of those, I guess ya can call me what them beautiful, sexy beast wrestlin’ fans already know me as…
She pauses, her face shifting into a sly smirk.
??:
...ya can call me… CHEESECAKE!
Those in the arena who didn’t know what to call this young girl certainly do now, with most of them instantly making the connection and seeing just what’s going on here. Sure enough, as you’d expect, they start the rather obnoxious-sounding “CHEESECAKE!” chant once again… even louder this time.
The Misery:
ALL OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!
The fans get even louder, The Misery has no choice but to shout over the top of them. Cheesecake’s thoroughly amused, watching him screaming his lungs out.
The Misery:
SO YOU WERE THE ONE WHO PLANTED THE EXPLODING CHEESECAKE, HUH?! WHY? ARE YOU IN CAHOOTS WITH SAINT AND SPENCER?! WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH THE MISERY?
Cheesecake:
Uh, uh, uh!
She wags a finger back and forth.
Cheesecake:
Ya know how the sayin’ goes… “A good magician ain’t ever gonna reveal them secrets”. Ya just gonna have to wait another night for that bedtime story, bub.
She turns to leave, but stops herself as she remembers something. She taps her index finger on the tip of her nose a couple of times.
Cheesecake:
Now that I really think ‘bout it… Since ya came out to my neck o’ the woods last week… I should probs come pay you a visit, huh?
The fans let out a resounding cheer in support of this suggestion, to which Cheesecake nods in acknowledgement of their feelings.
Cheesecake:
Yeah, yeah… That ain’t such a bad idea… Guess I’ll be seein’ you and ya lil troll doll girly friend there real soon. An’ don’t worry ‘bout makin’ a solid first impression…
She leans in real close to the camera.
Cheesecake:
...I think you’ll find our first meetin’ kinda… explosive...
The fans cheer as she chuckles at her own joke, referencing the strawberry cheesecake that has had The Misery incensed. Soon after, the live feed cuts out, leaving The Misery and The Manic in an arena full of fans chanting “CHEESECAKE” - both in support of the wrestler, and directly at The Misery - with great passion and intensity.
The Misery looks around and shakes his head.
The Misery:
Have fun while you all can. Because it isn’t going to be so fun when you’re forced to watch that poor young girl get her face beaten in.
And with that, The Misery drops the mic. He and The Manic exit the ring and stride up the ramp while the “CHEESECAKE” chorus plays in the background.
Everything goes dark and we come to see a video feed, what resembles the arena parking lot. If it’s pre-recorded or live is hard to tell. We see a car, utterly demolished. Broken windshield mirrors torn off, tires slashed and overall just ruined. Sitting on the dented hood of this mauled car was Saki, the Singapore Mauler, the Kawaii Deathmachine herself. Bue hair on one side, pink on the other, those bright, unsettling eyes locked on the camera and a baseball bat in hand....she smiled.
Saki:
Lightning strikes, arena lights get dim
Supreme competition is about to begin
Are you ready to do anything to win?
Or are you about to fall into a tailspin?
The petite pugilist hops down off the car and giggles, waving cutely to the camera.
Saki:
People want to be tacky
Won’t play with Saki
Will you play Bethany?
A moment of violent clarity?
Spend so long hearing your own voice
You don’t realize, you have no choice
You’re going to play
And you’ll do it my way
You in it for the love, or the money BK?
Limitless ways to make’em pay
Robbie Bourbon it’s the high way,
No...my way
The tiny terror giggles once more and starts skipping away from the cars, towards the arena entrance and leaving the wrecked car behind her.
Saki:
Lightning strikes, arena lights get dim
Supreme competition is about to begin
Are you ready to do anything to win?
Or are you about to fall into a tailspin?
The petite pugilist hops down off the car and giggles, waving cutely to the camera.
Saki:
People want to be tacky
Won’t play with Saki
Will you play Bethany?
A moment of violent clarity?
Spend so long hearing your own voice
You don’t realize, you have no choice
You’re going to play
And you’ll do it my way
You in it for the love, or the money BK?
Limitless ways to make’em pay
Robbie Bourbon it’s the high way,
No...my way
The tiny terror giggles once more and starts skipping away from the cars, towards the arena entrance and leaving the wrecked car behind her.
Singles Match
Saki VS Bethany Driver
This match showcased the clash of styles between Bethany and Saki. Driver, enjoying a rare ize advantage, worked the ground game, using her MurderGraps style to keep The Kawaii Deathmachine on the mat. Anytime Saki could get to her feet, however, she was a buzzsaw of brutality, mixing effective strikes with illegal moves like biting and eye gouging. After several minutes with the advantage swinging back and forth between the two fighters, Saki hit a game changing roundhouse kick that nearly shut Bethany’s lights out. Driver fell through the ropes to the floor. As Bethany got to her feet, Saki came flying through the ropes with a suicide dive that took them both into the ring barricade. Though Driver took the brunt of the impact into the barricade, Saki came up holding her left elbow. The Singapore Mauler rolled Diver into the ring and went for the cover, but only got a two count. As Bethany was getting to her feet, Saki went for a punt-type kick. Driver caught the leg, hooking it, then slipped under her arm, and hit a fisherman’s suplex out of the blue to score a near fall. As Saki was on her hands and knees, The B.A.D. One kicked the back of her left elbow. Saki’s elbow hyperextended a bit, which drew a loud “OOOOH!” from the Portland crowd. The Singapore born brawler rolled on the mat, holding her elbow as Miss MurderGraps stalked her, looking for an opening to apply the B.A.D. Break cross armbreaker. As Driver went to hook the arm, Saki grabbed her left wrist to block it and, pulling Bethany closer to her, headbutted her between the eyes. Driver released the grip and staggered backwards. Saki used the ropes to pull herself up with her right arm. The Kawaii Deathmachine went for her Tornado DDT, but with her left arm weakened and hurt, couldn’t secure Driver’s head and neck. This allowed Bethany to throw her off. Unfortunately, Saki was thrown right into the referee, who hit the turnbuckles and flopped to the mat. Driver dropped to a knee in the center of the ring as Saki sat on the mat against the ropes holding her elbow. The crowd started booing loudly as Hammerstein came running down the ramp from the back, chair in hand. The American Monster slid under the bottom rope behind Bethany and, wasting no time, hit Driver in the upper back and back of the head with the chair. The force of the chairshot sent Bethany spinning to the mat on her back. Saki slowly stood to her feet, wary of Hammerstein. The American Monster waved to The Kawaii Deathmachine, who waved back cautiously. Hammerstein motioned towards Driver, as if to tell Saki, “She's all yours,” then went to leave the ring. As soon as Saki turned her attention away from Hammerstein, he called out to her. Saki turned back towards him, and took a hard chairshot that laid her out. The Moda Center crowd really let Hammerstein have it, but he just returned their boos with a smile as he laid the chair in Bethany's hands. The American Monster rolled out of the ring and went to the other side of the ring to revive the referee. The official slowly got to his feet and surveyed the scene. Driver was trying to get to her feet, using the chair to steady herself with, but fell back to a seated position. The referee stormed over to Bethany, asking her about the chair and pointing toward Saki, who was starting to stir. Bethany tried to explain, but the referee was having none of it, calling for the bell and Driver's disqualification. WINNER: Saki BY: DQ, 11:13 |
Bethany got to her feet, and that's when she saw Hammerstein, who grinned and waved at her.
The crowd rains down boos on Hammerstein for causing a controversial ending to what had been an exciting match.
Driver angrily points at Hammerstein and pleads her case with the referee, but gets nowhere. The referee says he can only call what he sees, and what he saw was Saki down, and a chair in Driver's hands, so his decision stands.
Hammerstein walks over to the timekeeper’s table and grabs a microphone before backing up the ramp.
Driver looks at him, shaking her head. She stands in the center of the ring, fuming, as she stares a hole through Hammerstein, who is standing on the ramp, pointing and laughing. He holds the mic up in the air before bringing it to his lips.
HAMMERSTEIN:
Hey, Bethany!
Wow, sucks that you lost your match. You were doin extremely...well, ya know, average.
Hey, you remember when you told me, that I should keep my focus on what's important? Guess you should've listened to your own advice, huh?
Driver's anger gets the better of her, and she climbs out of the ring and storms towards Hammerstein. The American Monster is backpedaling up the ramp, his fists clenched mockingly at Bethany. Millennium officials come out to keep them separate. Hammerstein laughs hysterically as the officials usher him to the back, while Driver is livid, swearing revenge. Just as it seems the situation is diffused, Bethany dodges the security personnel in her way and races backstage after Hammerstein.
The crowd rains down boos on Hammerstein for causing a controversial ending to what had been an exciting match.
Driver angrily points at Hammerstein and pleads her case with the referee, but gets nowhere. The referee says he can only call what he sees, and what he saw was Saki down, and a chair in Driver's hands, so his decision stands.
Hammerstein walks over to the timekeeper’s table and grabs a microphone before backing up the ramp.
Driver looks at him, shaking her head. She stands in the center of the ring, fuming, as she stares a hole through Hammerstein, who is standing on the ramp, pointing and laughing. He holds the mic up in the air before bringing it to his lips.
HAMMERSTEIN:
Hey, Bethany!
Wow, sucks that you lost your match. You were doin extremely...well, ya know, average.
Hey, you remember when you told me, that I should keep my focus on what's important? Guess you should've listened to your own advice, huh?
Driver's anger gets the better of her, and she climbs out of the ring and storms towards Hammerstein. The American Monster is backpedaling up the ramp, his fists clenched mockingly at Bethany. Millennium officials come out to keep them separate. Hammerstein laughs hysterically as the officials usher him to the back, while Driver is livid, swearing revenge. Just as it seems the situation is diffused, Bethany dodges the security personnel in her way and races backstage after Hammerstein.
The locker room is empty save for two ladies, one a classically beautiful young lady with amazing eyes, beautiful hair, and a petite frame. The other lady….is less attractive. She is much larger than the first young lady, and the terry cloth robe does little to hide her massive body. Her hair is up in a towel and her back is to the camera. The much smaller and much cuter one pulls the towel off of her head and hits play on her phone. The sweet melodic tones of The Spice Girls as her spotty play list randomly plays hit singles from their younger days
Olivia Constatine:
OH MY GOD I love this song!!!! Now come sit down sweetie and let me do your nails.
Olivia Constantine, the beloved wife of Chris Constantine Jr sits on a bench and pulls the other larger lady’s hand onto the table. She begins to file the nails of the massive lady, still in a towel and very bulky terrycloth robe. Finally the chorus hits…
The larger “lady” throws off “her” towel and reveals himself to be none other than Dustin Douglas
Dusty Douglas:
I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want
Olivia Constatine:
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha)
Dusty Douglas:
I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah
Dusty and Olivia, in incredible harmony:
If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends
Make it last forever, friendship never ends
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is
The duo laugh like….I don't know how to describe it any other way other than idiot school girls. Olivia begins to paint Dustin’s nails again, her legs sneakily poking out from her robe.
Olivia Constatine:
I gotta say Dusty-Wusty (this being her sweet yet cringe little nickname for Dustin), I think it is very bold for a man to paint his nails a hot pink like this.
Dusty Douglas:
Well Olive-Oil (this being his equally sweet but also equally cringe nickname for Olivia) My thought is this. If you see a almost 300 pound man about to punch you, and you get distracted by the fact that this same 300 pound man is wearing hot pink nail polish, not only do you leave yourself open for a massive, jabroni smashing, jaw jacking, make the ladies drop their panties lariat….you also have to live with the fact that you got smacked, in the face mind you, by a 300 pound dude wearing nail polish.
Also is makes me feel pretty.
Olivia Constatine:
You are pretty Dusty-Wusty!!!(the cringe)
Its so nice having you around. Most of Chris’ friends are all “Oh lets talk about money” or “Oh lets discuss stupid man things” But not my Dusty-Wusty!!!!
Dusty Douglas:
Dont get me wrong Olive-Oil…I do enjoy the finer things in life. I like being pretty. Its nice and makes me confident. But I am also extremely dangerous right now. I am on a freaking roll and will continue to roll over and after everyone in the locker room. Tonight, I make that brat Rebecca Saint regret smacking me with a kendo stick last week. She probably should have made it count because tonight….tonight the murder train rolls into Las Vegas to wreck some jabronis.
Dustin stands up and throws off his robe, revealing his in ring gear. He looks at his fingernails and smiles
Dusty Douglas:
Pretty colors
He then changes his smile to a look of grim and morbid ferocity as he storms out of the locker room
Olivia Constatine:
OH MY GOD I love this song!!!! Now come sit down sweetie and let me do your nails.
Olivia Constantine, the beloved wife of Chris Constantine Jr sits on a bench and pulls the other larger lady’s hand onto the table. She begins to file the nails of the massive lady, still in a towel and very bulky terrycloth robe. Finally the chorus hits…
The larger “lady” throws off “her” towel and reveals himself to be none other than Dustin Douglas
Dusty Douglas:
I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want
Olivia Constatine:
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha)
Dusty Douglas:
I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah
Dusty and Olivia, in incredible harmony:
If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends
Make it last forever, friendship never ends
If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give
Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is
The duo laugh like….I don't know how to describe it any other way other than idiot school girls. Olivia begins to paint Dustin’s nails again, her legs sneakily poking out from her robe.
Olivia Constatine:
I gotta say Dusty-Wusty (this being her sweet yet cringe little nickname for Dustin), I think it is very bold for a man to paint his nails a hot pink like this.
Dusty Douglas:
Well Olive-Oil (this being his equally sweet but also equally cringe nickname for Olivia) My thought is this. If you see a almost 300 pound man about to punch you, and you get distracted by the fact that this same 300 pound man is wearing hot pink nail polish, not only do you leave yourself open for a massive, jabroni smashing, jaw jacking, make the ladies drop their panties lariat….you also have to live with the fact that you got smacked, in the face mind you, by a 300 pound dude wearing nail polish.
Also is makes me feel pretty.
Olivia Constatine:
You are pretty Dusty-Wusty!!!(the cringe)
Its so nice having you around. Most of Chris’ friends are all “Oh lets talk about money” or “Oh lets discuss stupid man things” But not my Dusty-Wusty!!!!
Dusty Douglas:
Dont get me wrong Olive-Oil…I do enjoy the finer things in life. I like being pretty. Its nice and makes me confident. But I am also extremely dangerous right now. I am on a freaking roll and will continue to roll over and after everyone in the locker room. Tonight, I make that brat Rebecca Saint regret smacking me with a kendo stick last week. She probably should have made it count because tonight….tonight the murder train rolls into Las Vegas to wreck some jabronis.
Dustin stands up and throws off his robe, revealing his in ring gear. He looks at his fingernails and smiles
Dusty Douglas:
Pretty colors
He then changes his smile to a look of grim and morbid ferocity as he storms out of the locker room
Tag Team Match
Rebecca Saint & Rie Shimizu VS Chris Constantine Junior & Dusty Douglas
To say that there was bad blood between these four competitors might be an understatement. The history between Rie Shimizu and Chris Constantine Junior is long and well documented. The Murder Train Dusty Douglas recently joined in, helping his “brother” in a couple of occasions. And just when all hope seemed lost for Rie, Rebecca Saint, orphan of her usual tag team partner busy with the Junior Heavyweight tournament, came to the rescue. And it was the Aussie who started the match against the 35 years old rookie. The two competitors locked up and Dustin easily overpowered the opponent, pushing her all the way to the ropes. The referee asked him to break up and he did exactly that, cracking a cocky smirk at the Socialite. She didn’t take the disrespect lightly, putting her hands on his chest and pushing him back. Douglas chuckled and shook his head, quickly going for a spinning backfist. Rebecca ducked it and went on the attack with a series of right punches to the head. Dusty was able to push her to the mat, Rebecca rolled through and started kicking the big man’s leg, dropping him on his knees with a low dropkick and planting him with a ddt. And here came the first tag of the match, with Rie entering the ring and going after Douglas with a combination of swift kicks. Despite the determination and intensity shown by the young japanese who even got a two count with a spinning heel kick at the end of a series of strikes, Dusty took control of the match when he caught her with a STO. He kicked her hard on the ribs while she was down, eventually pulling her up to the feet and hitting her with the Hyper Beam (Standing Lariat). He went for a cover, but Rie managed to lift her shoulder. Dusty dragged her to his corner where he made the tag to Constantine. Christopher entered the ring with no rush, looking down at the opponent who was only now starting to get on her knee and he stomped her on the back, driving her down to the mat once again. When she finally stood up, he drove his forearm to her jaw, grabbing her wrist and whipping her against the corner, bending forward to hit a back body drop. Shimizu saw it coming and slowed down, kicking his shoulder hard. Chris went for a lariat missing the target, giving Rie the opportunity to build some momentum, starting to work on the opponent’s left arm and shoulder. Chris broke her offense with a knee to the stomach, landing a few knife edge chops before going for his snap suplex. The turning point came a couple of minutes later when the young japanese caught the opponent with a flying armbar, twisting Constantine’s left arm with all her force, seemingly wanting to snap it, which might as well have been the case. Either way, Chris had nowhere to go, locked in the submission. And he was aware of it. Dusty stepped in the ring and kicked Rie on the head, breaking the submission. Rebecca wanted a piece of action as well, sending the big man flying outside the ring with a dropkick. The referee restored the order, inviting the multi time tag team champion to leave the ring. With a replay of a scene we saw so many times, Olivia handed her husband a brass knuckles Chris used to punch the young japanese right on the jaw. As she dropped down, he got rid of the foreign object and make the cover, calling the referee’s attention. The official dropped in position and started the count, interrupted by Rebecca who saw exactly what happened, and started complaining with the referee who, in all answer, threatened her with a disqualification and pushed her back to her corner. Dusty entered the ring once again and the Chimera Corp double teamed the young Shimizu behind the referee’s back. Chris was holding her while Dusty punched her in the abdominal region.Douglas lifted her in a powerbomb and dropped on Christopher knees for a powerbomb/double knee backbreaker combination. Douglas slapped his own and simulating a tag, moments before the clueless referee turned around and started the count. Surprisingly, there was still enough left in Rie’s tank for her to kick out. Creating herself a way out of Douglas’ Bear Hug with a series of headbutts, Rie eventually made the tag to Rebecca, who once again was squaring up against the Murder Train. Neither his size nor the streak seemed to intimidate the tag team specialist, who connected a quick striking combination, ending it with a roundhouse kick. Dusty was down and Rebecca positioned herself next to him, her back turned to the laying opponent. She jumped and landed on him with a standing moonsault. The Murder Train powered out and stood up, fuming. After a series of palm strikes, he whipped her against the ropes and dropped her on the mat with a big Samoan Drop. Stalking the opponent, he waited for her to stand up and charged for a running knee strike, dodged at the very last second by Becky. The two competitors went back and forth for a minute or two, until the Aussie connected the Saint-Hearted out of nowhere. Perhaps it was the fatigue, but she couldn’t put her full force on the discus elbow smash. As a result, Dusty staggered back to his friendly corner instead of dropping to the mat, offering an easy tag to Constantine. A brawl ensued as the two wrestlers met in the middle of the ring. Chris was having the upper hand, landing now a couple of uppercuts and whipping Rebecca against the ropes, waiting for her with his arm extended out for a clothesline. Saint ducked it and, to Constantine’s surprise, launched herself against Dusty with a spear through the ropes, knocking him off the apron. He didn’t realize Rie touched her partner’s back and took the tag. She took him down with a chop block, finishing him with the Spirit Tour and hooking the leg for the win. WINNER: Rie Shimizu and Rebecca Saint BY: Pinfall (Spirit Tour), 14:06 |
Bea Torres: "Yes, she made it!"
Jared Idol: "Rie finally pinned CCJ... What a win for her and Rebecca!"
Bea Torres: "Wait... Does this mean that the streak is over?"
Jared Idol: "Technically, Dustin hasn't been pinned... And he's still undefeated in singles competition."
Bea Torres: "But he lost tonight..."
Jared Idol: "Rie finally pinned CCJ... What a win for her and Rebecca!"
Bea Torres: "Wait... Does this mean that the streak is over?"
Jared Idol: "Technically, Dustin hasn't been pinned... And he's still undefeated in singles competition."
Bea Torres: "But he lost tonight..."
The cameras go to the back in the Moda Center, finding the current MWE Tag Team Champions Jetpack - but tonight, they aren’t competing as a team, which has Penny pouting a bit as Jet gets ready for his upcoming match against OMI. She helps him get his gear just right though, fixing his collar and everything before he grabs her fingers and pulls her in for a little hug.
Jet Blanchard:
Hey now, none of that mess Pen-Pen. I’ll be aight.
Penny sighs, dramatically and loudly before she steps back and waves her hands around.
Penny Kaplan:
But what if OMI tries to be all Mothra on your booty??? Huh? Huh??
Jet howls with laughter, and shakes his head.
Jet Blanchard:
Girl what are you on about. OMI ain’t no Mothra, they can call her Typhoon all they wanna this ain’t no Kaiju battle Penny. I swear I don’t know what gets into you sometimes.
Penny sighs and now she’s shaking her head.
Penny Kaplan:
Not enough cake, really. But be careful, okay? OMI isn’t all she seems no more’n anyone else and don’t worry, I’ll be close.
The pair leave the locker and head out towards the ringside area.
Jet Blanchard:
Hey now, none of that mess Pen-Pen. I’ll be aight.
Penny sighs, dramatically and loudly before she steps back and waves her hands around.
Penny Kaplan:
But what if OMI tries to be all Mothra on your booty??? Huh? Huh??
Jet howls with laughter, and shakes his head.
Jet Blanchard:
Girl what are you on about. OMI ain’t no Mothra, they can call her Typhoon all they wanna this ain’t no Kaiju battle Penny. I swear I don’t know what gets into you sometimes.
Penny sighs and now she’s shaking her head.
Penny Kaplan:
Not enough cake, really. But be careful, okay? OMI isn’t all she seems no more’n anyone else and don’t worry, I’ll be close.
The pair leave the locker and head out towards the ringside area.
Singles Match
OMI VS Jet Blanchard
An interesting match up between two tag team specialists, one half of the MWE tag team champion Jet Blanchard agianst one of their contenders for the titles, "Typhoon" OMI. The Japanese opened hostilities swinging her legs for some swift kicks that, somehow, Jet managed to dodge. The two competitors kept moving around in circles, OMI attempting other kicks and Jet trying to grab her leg, non of them successful in their strategy. Eventually the japanese wrestler managed to land the first strike, faking a shot with the right leg and connecting with the left instead, catching Blanchard off guard. The kick left him stunned, and OMI immediately went for the Super Cyclone, also known as the most dangerous move in MWE. Jet avoided it, grabbing the opponent in a waistlock from behind and dropping her to the mat with a german suplex. He then charged in as she stood up, jumpin and wrapping his legs around her neck for a headscissors takedown. OMI ended up in the corner, leaving through the ropes as Jet went for a Yakuza Kick. The member of The Few pushed Jet in the corner with a cross-handed throat thrust, following him there and kicking him on the chest. Placing her head under his arm, she performed a beautiful nothern lights suplex, getting a two count out of it. Picking the opponent up, she dropped him down with a snapmare and kicked him on the spine, charging at the ropes and going for a shining wizard, ducked by Jet who quickly rolled her in a pinning perdicament. She kicked out, avoding the clothesline from the tag team champion and catching him in a waistlock. With a standing switch Blanchard broke free and moved behind her back. She hit him with an albow, once again applying the waistlock and trying to lift him for a belly to back suplex, but Jet blocked the attmpt with his leg. Unable to perform the move she had planned OMI relinquished the hold and hit him with a forearm to the lower back instead, pulling him down with into a backbreaker on her extended knee. Kicking out from a cover after a low angle DDT, Jet was slowly making his way up to his feet, helping himself with the ropes. OMI charged at him, but he pulled down the top rope sending her crashing on the outside. He stepped on the apron, waiting for the moment when she started getting up to jump on her with an Asai Moonsault. The high risk move brought the fans back to life, a "Jetpack 4 Eva" chant rising from the sold out crowd. Jet picked the opponent up and, after a couple of european uppercuts, he lifted her on a suplex position and dropped her head first on the floor with a brainbuster. That was enough, he thought as he rolled her back into the ring, following in and making the cover. But Typhoon still had some fight left in her. The last moments of the match were quite chaotic, back and forth action characterized by a lot of counters and reversals. OMI landed on her feet from Jet's german suplex attempt, waiting for him to turn around to try another Super Cyclone. Just like before, Blanchard was able to dodge the bullet, seeing the opponent's foot passing right before his eyes, inches away from the target. With the japanese still off balance after missing with the Tornado Kick, Jet sprinted toward the ropes, jumping on the middle one and diving toward OMI with his patented springboard lariat, walking out with the win after a hard fought battle. WINNER: Jet Blanchard BY: Pinfall (Oh My Lord), 10:18 |
Jared Idol: "And Jet picked up the win at the end of a very even contest."
Bea Torres: "That Super Cyclone got really close though..."
Jared Idol: "Aye. Blanchard needs to thank his quick reflexes, or we may very well being telling a different story right now."
Bea Torres: "That Super Cyclone got really close though..."
Jared Idol: "Aye. Blanchard needs to thank his quick reflexes, or we may very well being telling a different story right now."
Singles Match
Alan Envy VS Knox
Knox and Envy begin with a collar and elbow tie up. Knox quickly slides past Envy with a hammerlock. Envy counters the hammerlock into a top wristlock! Knox transitions this into an arm wrench on Envy! Envy flips forward sinches in his own arm wrench onto Knox! Knox does a roundover loosening the hold, and both men step back and gaze at each other while the fans eat it all up! Another attempt at a collar and elbow tie up. Envy slides past Knox and sets in his hammerlock this time. Knox with a back elbow to Envy, and Envy torques the hammerlock and shoots Knox into the ropes! Envy goes for a high roundhouse that Knox ducks. Knox off the other ropes and back at Envy. Envy goes for a low sweep, but Knox leaps it. Knox hits the opposite ropes again and stops himself, slowly turning to face Envy. Envy wipes at his nose as the referee calls for the match to continue. A third collar and elbow tie up sees Envy slide past into a rear waist lock on Knox. Knox pushes Envy's arms aside, matching strength, and he counters into a rear waist lock of his own! Envy with a back elbow, Knox retaliates by lifting Envy for an Atomic Drop! Envy maneuvers back to his feet! Envy pulls forward to the ropes and holds them, knocking Knox backwards! Envy retaliates with a spinning roundhouse, Knox retaliates with a spinning roundhouse, both men catch each other's feet, deflecting each other's blows! The fans cheer in approval! Envy swivels his head and rotates his shoulder blades as Knox cracks his knuckles. Both men stick their hands out and shake hands. Neither let go as they both start raining forearm shots to each others skulls, foregoing the technicalities for the moment! Envy gets a slight advantage with a knee to the ribs! Knox doubles over, Envy shoots off the ropes, and comes back with a dropkick to Knox's head! Knox goes down and the ref counts getting a near fall. Envy pulls Knox up and shoots him into the ropes again, Knox springboards this time and spins throwing a forearm at Envy. Envy catches Knox with a DDT and plants him, setting up another near fall! Envy pulls Knox up and shoots him again, setting up for a pop-up DVD, but Knox slides between Envy's legs and resets to his feet with a rear waist lock. Atomic Drop from Knox onto Envy gets 2. Envy and Knox again go blow for blow using fierce kicks and knee strikes, with Knox finally backing Envy into a corner. Knox sets up for the Superplex, but Envy counters with a super Gordbuster that gets 2. Both men are weary after this battle so far, but still engage in a brawl in the center of the ring. It's Knox who gets the upper hand, connecting a series of knees and punches that leave Alan wobbling on his legs. The Hackerman goes for a spinning heel kick, somehow avoided by the Lonestar who kicks him in the stomach and plants him with the Envious Demise out of nowhere. WINNER: Alan Envy BY: Pinfall (Envious Demise), 10:54 |
Jared Idol: "After last week's setback, Alan is back on track already."
Bea Torres: "I know I should be impartial but after what he did to Sephy? He deserved it!"
Jared Idol: "Bea..."
Bea Torres: "Yeah?"
Jared Idol: "I think you should check the meaning of the word impartial on the dictionary. You are many things, but impartial definitely isn't one of them."
Bea Torres: "What?"
Bea Torres: "I know I should be impartial but after what he did to Sephy? He deserved it!"
Jared Idol: "Bea..."
Bea Torres: "Yeah?"
Jared Idol: "I think you should check the meaning of the word impartial on the dictionary. You are many things, but impartial definitely isn't one of them."
Bea Torres: "What?"
The reflection of the Millennium Wrestling Enterprise Championship is the first thing seen until the camera pans back to see Christopher Kane sitting on a simple folding chair. He’s ready to compete, as he’s already in his gear, but has a look on his face. A look of annoyance.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
No long speech tonight about what this title means to me. Nothing like last week.
Simple shake of the head follows.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
If anyone missed Riot! over the the weekend, they’d see who the first person getting a shot at this championship is. I’m not happy about it, but I knew this day would come again. Grace, you probably think you’re clever for it, but this business. We won’t make it personal. And yet, I’m still mad about it.
He pauses again. The emotion on his face doesn’t change.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I’m mad that you’d stoop this low so soon. I figured you’d save this for somewhere down the line. Tonight, Duke Andrews, I got you in that ring. First match since winning this title right here.
The champion pats his championship.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
You told me a couple of nights after I won this title that I should enjoy living my bubble until I face you. What makes you special? You said you’d prove me wrong? About what exactly? You said something about me slighting you a “top guy” when I never said anything like that. So tell me, Duke, what makes you so special?
Another pause after the question he won’t get an answer to.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
You came out of nowhere to say you were going to burst my bubble and you’re a top guy in this company? Fifteen-years and I’ve never heard of you, Duke. You’ve been in this company less than two months and you think you’re ready for the top of this place?
Shake of the head as the annoyance grows.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
You’re another guy that thinks the world owes him something because you’ve been doing this since I was a six year old kid. Big. Fucking. Deal. You aren’t owed a damn thing in this sport. I earned my way to the top of this company. You? You resort to smacking people with a chair, turning your back on allies. Another common ass wrestler with a common ass career track.
The MWE Champion stands and puts the title on his shoulder.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
If Duke Andrews meant anything to this company, the title would be on the line tonight, but it’s not, is it? I’m pissed off, Duke. Pissed off the the owner of this company will forever carry a vendetta against me because I didn’t help her try to get control of this place. Because she takes the low road and insults my personal life. You want some advice, Duke? Stay back here, don’t bother coming out because I am going to make an example out of you.
Christopher storms out of the room, slamming the door, as the camera cuts elsewhere.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
No long speech tonight about what this title means to me. Nothing like last week.
Simple shake of the head follows.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
If anyone missed Riot! over the the weekend, they’d see who the first person getting a shot at this championship is. I’m not happy about it, but I knew this day would come again. Grace, you probably think you’re clever for it, but this business. We won’t make it personal. And yet, I’m still mad about it.
He pauses again. The emotion on his face doesn’t change.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I’m mad that you’d stoop this low so soon. I figured you’d save this for somewhere down the line. Tonight, Duke Andrews, I got you in that ring. First match since winning this title right here.
The champion pats his championship.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
You told me a couple of nights after I won this title that I should enjoy living my bubble until I face you. What makes you special? You said you’d prove me wrong? About what exactly? You said something about me slighting you a “top guy” when I never said anything like that. So tell me, Duke, what makes you so special?
Another pause after the question he won’t get an answer to.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
You came out of nowhere to say you were going to burst my bubble and you’re a top guy in this company? Fifteen-years and I’ve never heard of you, Duke. You’ve been in this company less than two months and you think you’re ready for the top of this place?
Shake of the head as the annoyance grows.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
You’re another guy that thinks the world owes him something because you’ve been doing this since I was a six year old kid. Big. Fucking. Deal. You aren’t owed a damn thing in this sport. I earned my way to the top of this company. You? You resort to smacking people with a chair, turning your back on allies. Another common ass wrestler with a common ass career track.
The MWE Champion stands and puts the title on his shoulder.
CHRISTOPHER KANE:
If Duke Andrews meant anything to this company, the title would be on the line tonight, but it’s not, is it? I’m pissed off, Duke. Pissed off the the owner of this company will forever carry a vendetta against me because I didn’t help her try to get control of this place. Because she takes the low road and insults my personal life. You want some advice, Duke? Stay back here, don’t bother coming out because I am going to make an example out of you.
Christopher storms out of the room, slamming the door, as the camera cuts elsewhere.
Singles Match
Nessa Wall VS SERO
This was the first match after Deep In The Heart for both competitors, who came to this with a whole different momentum on their side. SERO had been on a roll since entering the company, still undefeated in singles competiton and with a big win on Duke Andrews at the last PPV. But the eyes of everyone were on Nessa, and how she would after losing the title back in San Antonio. Nessa cautiously approached the opponent, raising her hand calling him to a lock up. For a moment it seemed like SERO was going to accept it, instead he went for a stiff kick to the leg of the former champion. And it hurt. Nessa stepped away from him, limping on her leg amd trying to massage the part hit by the Panther King. For a second time she approavhed him, paying close attention to his movements, luring him in to possibly catch his leg as soon as he tried another kick. But SERO was too quick, swinging his leg and hitting her on the inside part of the leg. Third time was a charm, with the former champion immediately going for a low dropkick, taking him to the mat. She immediately went for the leg, trying to apply a figure four leglock. Using his free leg, the leader of The Few kicked her away and got back to his feet, only to drop back down almost immediately as Wall charged at him, forcing her to leap over his laying body and waiting for her with a huge lariat as she rebounded back from the ropes. When he picked her up, Nessa surprised him with a forearm shot, driving her knee to his mid section right after and applied a cravate, trying to flip him over with a snapmare. The Iron Rougarou Champion blocked her attempt, connecting a couple of punches to the ribs and breaking free, immediately going for the same move and dropping the former champion on a seated position, kicking heron the back. That seemed to be the script of this match, with SERO relying on his hard hitting style to slowly dismantle and huumble the opponent, and Nessa struggling to even build any sort of offense. Eventually she found a break when the leader of The Few lifted her in a powerbomb position, ready to drop her on his knee for his patented Kurohitsugi. Wall desperately fought back raining down some punches to his head, eventually forcing him to drop her. She charged at the ropes, bouncing against them with a handspring and hitting him the STFU (handspring bodyblock to back elbow). With the opponent down, she began to stomp him, finally unleashing all the frustration she built not only in the first part of the match but also in the weeks leading to tonight. Using the middle rope as a springboard, she pinned him with a moonsault, only getting a two count out of it. It was now a favorable moment for the former champion who was in absolute control, nailing SERO with the Bitchsauce, a handspring into a frankesteiner. Instead of trying to make the cover, she waiting in the corner, blowing him a kiss and charging for her finisher, the Kissy Kissy. SERO avoided the Boma Ye, moving out of the way and immediately going back to the attack with a combination of right hands and swift kicks, ending it with a bicycle knee that knocked the former champion down. The King's Road style was on full display tonight here in Portland, and Nessa found herself on the wrong side of it. SERO was relentless, laser focused and determined to maka yet another example tonight, with an illustrious victim. He tore the former champion apart kick after kick, breaking her fighting spirit as well as her body. She tried a shy comeback with the spinning backfist she calls Against The Wall, but it only seemed to anger SERO even more. He came back with a discus lariat, turning her insided out. He picked her up for another Black Coffin, english tanslation of Kurohitsugi, this time successfully dropping her on his knees. The subsequent cover only gave him a two count, but the feeling was that the japanes had this match right in his pocket. And he was aware of it, as the smile on his face seemed to suggest. He walked closer to her, putting the sole of his boot against her head and disrespectfully pushing. Twice. He looked around at the fans before picking Nessa up with a double underhook and dropping her on his knee. It was the Tenchi Kaijin, the exclamation point on another dominant performanc by the leader of The Few. WINNER: SERO: BY: Pinfall (Tenchi Kaijin), 9:19 |
Jared Idol: "The Panther King is back, and with an impressive performance"
Bea Torres: "He just... beat the former champion? In less than ten minutes?
Jared Idol: "Aye. Talk about making a statement, huh?"
Bea Torres: "He just... beat the former champion? In less than ten minutes?
Jared Idol: "Aye. Talk about making a statement, huh?"
The scene cuts to backstage where Jennifer Yang is standing with interviewer Chloe Collins. Chloe flashes a beautiful smile as she begins introductions.
Chloe Collins:
Here with me now is Jennifer Yang! Hey Jennifer, how are you tonight?
Jennifer, who’s sporting her ring attire and her hair tied up and braided neat, beams at Chloe in return. There seems to be a glow about her too.
Jennifer Yang:
I’m feeling pretty good, Chloe. Really pretty good.
She nods, placing her hands on her hip, and Chloe chuckles.
Chloe Collins:
Glad to hear it! You’re in a tag match with the Cloud Gate champion Tiffany Tompkins facing the team of Megan Rydell and Jason Hawk. Once again, you’re up against Jason. After what happened a few weeks ago, how do you think it affects you this time?
Without a missing beat, Jennifer replies. Her eyebrows knit together in concern.
Jennifer Yang:
Jason has bragged the win over me and after I realized that he cheated, I got furious. He asked for a challenge and I answered. But I guess that’s not what he was looking for huh? He wasn’t expecting anyone to stand up to him, was he? He just wanted to talk and talk about the past and brag about the good stuff while blaming the bad on other people. By cheating to beat me, it’s clear to see that he’s not interested in a real match. He’s just looking for justification of his terrible actions.
She pauses to let out a big sigh.
Jennifer Yang:
Well I’m not gonna feed into it. I tried to make right but…
She shrugs and sighs again.
Jennifer Yang:
I’m not gonna let it or him affect me. Especially not tonight. I’ve got the Cloud Gate champion on my side and I respect her so much as a competitor and I’m so happy for her on how well she’s done so far. If anything, Tiffany’s the real deal and it’s a great shame that people like our opponents would belittle her the way they have. It does irk me to see them insulting her as if she weren’t a legit wrestler. But I believe Tiffany and I will rise above such needless bullying and disrespect tonight and defeat Jason and Megan. Hopefully, by the end of tonight, they’ll start seeing a little more clearly instead of looking at the world with narrow minds and bitter hearts.
Then she smiles again.
Jennifer Yang:
And also, my father is here tonight to see me wrestle! I’m so excited and I wanna make him proud. He’s the one who taught me Wing Chun and how to be tough and not to give up easily. I owe much of my successes to him and my mother. So here’s to him!
The sentiment clearly touches Chloe as she gives a happy pout.
Chloe Collins:
Aww, that’s wonderful! Well, good luck to you, Jennifer! And thank you for your time to talk with me.
Jennifer nods.
Jennifer Yang:
Thanks, Chloe.
With that, Jennifer walks off the set and Chloe turns to the camera again.
Chloe Collins:
Back to you at ringside!
Chloe Collins:
Here with me now is Jennifer Yang! Hey Jennifer, how are you tonight?
Jennifer, who’s sporting her ring attire and her hair tied up and braided neat, beams at Chloe in return. There seems to be a glow about her too.
Jennifer Yang:
I’m feeling pretty good, Chloe. Really pretty good.
She nods, placing her hands on her hip, and Chloe chuckles.
Chloe Collins:
Glad to hear it! You’re in a tag match with the Cloud Gate champion Tiffany Tompkins facing the team of Megan Rydell and Jason Hawk. Once again, you’re up against Jason. After what happened a few weeks ago, how do you think it affects you this time?
Without a missing beat, Jennifer replies. Her eyebrows knit together in concern.
Jennifer Yang:
Jason has bragged the win over me and after I realized that he cheated, I got furious. He asked for a challenge and I answered. But I guess that’s not what he was looking for huh? He wasn’t expecting anyone to stand up to him, was he? He just wanted to talk and talk about the past and brag about the good stuff while blaming the bad on other people. By cheating to beat me, it’s clear to see that he’s not interested in a real match. He’s just looking for justification of his terrible actions.
She pauses to let out a big sigh.
Jennifer Yang:
Well I’m not gonna feed into it. I tried to make right but…
She shrugs and sighs again.
Jennifer Yang:
I’m not gonna let it or him affect me. Especially not tonight. I’ve got the Cloud Gate champion on my side and I respect her so much as a competitor and I’m so happy for her on how well she’s done so far. If anything, Tiffany’s the real deal and it’s a great shame that people like our opponents would belittle her the way they have. It does irk me to see them insulting her as if she weren’t a legit wrestler. But I believe Tiffany and I will rise above such needless bullying and disrespect tonight and defeat Jason and Megan. Hopefully, by the end of tonight, they’ll start seeing a little more clearly instead of looking at the world with narrow minds and bitter hearts.
Then she smiles again.
Jennifer Yang:
And also, my father is here tonight to see me wrestle! I’m so excited and I wanna make him proud. He’s the one who taught me Wing Chun and how to be tough and not to give up easily. I owe much of my successes to him and my mother. So here’s to him!
The sentiment clearly touches Chloe as she gives a happy pout.
Chloe Collins:
Aww, that’s wonderful! Well, good luck to you, Jennifer! And thank you for your time to talk with me.
Jennifer nods.
Jennifer Yang:
Thanks, Chloe.
With that, Jennifer walks off the set and Chloe turns to the camera again.
Chloe Collins:
Back to you at ringside!
Tag Team Match
Tiffany Tompkins & Jennifer Yang VS Megan Rydell & Jason Hawk
Two heated rivalries channeled in this tag team match. Last week Megan Rydell staked her claims on the Cloud Gate Championship held by the young Tompkins, a title she believes she was screwed out of. Tonight she had the chance to back it up, starting things off against the former MWE Champion- The two women started moving in circles, Jenny glancing over at her father sitting in the front row. And Rydell exploited one of those momentarily distractions to step in her guard and wrap her arms arounfd the former champion's head in a side headlock. Jennifer pushed her, leaping over her as she rebounded back from the ropes, taking her down with an armdrag when she came back again. Meg wrestled her way out of the shoulder lock, hitting the former MWE champion with a stiff kick to the side. Jenni's facial expression turned in a grimace of pain as she brought her hands to the injured area. This drew a smile on Meg's lips, boosting her confidence. The two women started trading kicks and the young Rydell held her ground against a dangerous striker such as Yang, fighting back with some hard kicks of her own. But eventually she fell victim of the unpredictable Wing Chun striking combination, knocked down by a jumping knee strike. Jennifer tried the first pinfall attempt but only got a two gount out of it. Locking up in the center of the ring, the two women were jockeyng for position, trying to prevail on the other. Rydell pushed Yang in a neutral corner, and the referee promptly asked her to break it up. She smiled, raising her arms and offering a clean break something that surprised the former champion and the fans. But it was just a decoy, and she quickly applied another headlock, dragging Jenni in the center of the ring. Just like before, the champion pushed her away, but this time it was Meg who took her down with a diving shoulder tackle. With her experience, Yang managed to regain and keep control of the match, obtaining another near woth a bridging fisherman suplex. Meg kickd out and reacted with some hard chops. Her momentum was quickly stopped by a knee to the stomach, followed by a neckbreaker. Picking the opponent up, she went for a belly to belly suplex but Rydell countered with a sitout jawbreaker. With the opponent down, Megan started to relntlessly kick the former MWE, talking trash to Tiffany who was standing on the apron, eager to step into the ring. She even mocked her with her version of the Death Kick to the seating Jenni, hooking the leg for a count of two. The favorable moment grew her over confident, leading her to make a big mistake when she took too long before jumping from the top rope with her Fly-Dell (Phoenix Splash). Yang rolled out of the trajectory, avoiding the impact and starting to make her way to the conrer, finally making the tag. A huge pop welcomed the Cloud Gate Champion as she stepped inside the ring. The cheers quickly turned into boos as Rydell promptly tagged herself out, avoiding the confrontation against the Five Foot Death Machine. Instead, it was Jason who squared up with the one he called "a kid", getting under Tiffany's skin more than the young girl would ever admit. But if word hurts, so do her kicks, as Hawk found out soon. Every strike, every thud following the impact of Tompkis' boot against His Dying Majesty's chest was welcomed by the roar of the fans, completely behind the youngest champion in MWE history. Jason on his knees, pulling himself up when he saw Tiffany charging at him at full speed with a single leg dropkick. Tiffany quickly dropped into a cover, but Hawk kicked out. Kick after kick. the Android 18 was putting the veteran in great difficulty, planting him with the Swinging DDT taught to her by Brytain Rollins. Another pinfall attempt and another count of two. Hawk crawled back to the corner, laying against it. Tiffany charged in for her cannonball, realizing too late that Jason was playing possum. He moved out of the way, and the young champion crashed against the turnbuckle. Suddenly the tides had turned in favor of the team of Hawk and Rydell. His Dying Majesty was returning the punishments she inflicted him in spades, wearing her down with some kicks into the corner before climbing to the top rope and dive on her with a double foot stomp. It was now his time to make the cover, but Tompkins wasn't staying down. Catching him with a codebreaker, Tompkins created the separation she needed to make the tag to her partner, who entered the ring with a look of determination. For weeks she had waited for the chance to get her payback on Hawk, and now she had the opportunity to do so. Her initial offense, a series of forearms to the jaw didn't last long, as Hawk was quick to poke her eye and regain control with a powerbomb. The beautiful Over The Moonsault (back handspring into a moonsault in one slick motion) didn't drew him any applause from the Portland fans, nore gave him the win he was hoping to achieve. Jennifer was able to turn things around when she reversed an irish whip and ran with Jason, driving her knee to his gut as soon as he rebounded back. With him against the ropes, Jenni started wicking his chest with an endless series of swift strikes going on for a good minute for the joy of the fans who were loving to see the proverbial crap kicked out of Hawk. When she was finally done, she let out a primal scream, firing up the crowd before dropping the opponent outside with a clothesline. She was waiting for him to come back in the ring, but Jason didn't really seem intentioned to do so, pacing back and forth outside the ring with his hands resting on his hips. He stopped, looking at the fans jeering him. One face stood out among them, an asian man, the same man Jennifer hugged on her way to the ring. Her father, Henry Yang. Hawk started arguing with Jennifer's father and, no surprises, things escalated quicky. His Dying Majesty turned to the ring, smiling at the former MWE Champion before slapping her dad, right before her eyes. This set Yang off, as she left immediately the ring and engaged in a brawl with Hawk. Filled with rage clouding her mind, her attacks were slopier and less precise than the usual, thus allowing Jason to come out on top of the exchange. He lifted her in a powerbomb position and dropped her on the apron, making the cover. Another tag, and Megan was now back into the ring. She obtained another near fall after the GamneGirl Kick. She was in full control, once again making the mistake to divert her attention from the former champion to talk trash to Tompkins. This gave Jennifer the chance to turn things around with her usual flurry of Wing Chun punches and kicks. The moment she hit Rydell with the reverse side kick to the stomach, bending her over, every single person in the arena knew what was coming next. A switchblade kick to complete the #LOCKDOWN. She made the cover and hooked the leg, only fot Jason to break up the pinfall with a stomp. Jennifer was quickly back on her feet, blocking a right hand from Hawk and countering with on of her own, She then grabbed him by the back of his head and tossed him out of the ring, making the tag to Tiffany and climbing to the top of the tunrbuckle, diving to the outside with a crossbody on Jason, who countered it with a superkick that knocked her down. He didn't stop there, picking her up and driving her head first on the announcer's table. He yelled at Bea and Jared to move away, throwing everything that was on the table to the floor, He climbed on top of it, dragging Jennifer along with him. His eyes met once again Henry's. He mouthed something to the old man, staring at him as he planted his daughter through the table with his The Wings Of Time (Spinning Impaler). Jennifer wasn't moving anymore, Jason instead stood up and sat on Bea's chair, looking at the unconscious opponent with a wicked and satisfied grin on his face. Inside the ring, Tiffany just took Megan down with a spinebuster, and she was waiting for her to start getting up to connect with her Death Kick. She charged in, already savoring the sweet taste of victory in her mouth. But Megan had an ace up her sleeve, as she grabbed the referee and pulled him in front of her. Tiffany stopped in time, quickly apologizing with the referee. Megan pushed the referee to the side and kicked the Cloud Gate Champion in the stomach, lifting her for the Beautiful Disaster (Lifting DDT) pinning Tiffany for the one, two, three. WINNER: Megan Rydell & Jason Hawk BY: Pinfall (Beautiful Disaster), 17:30 |
Jared Idol: "Bloody Hell..."
Bea Torres: "I can't believe Jason just put Jenni through our table! And that he stole my chair!"
Jared Idol: "He sent a message, loud and clear. They both did, actually. Let's not forget Megan just pinned Tiffany clean."
Bea Torres: "Well... Saying she pinned her clean might be a little too much, wouldn't you agree?"
Bea Torres: "I can't believe Jason just put Jenni through our table! And that he stole my chair!"
Jared Idol: "He sent a message, loud and clear. They both did, actually. Let's not forget Megan just pinned Tiffany clean."
Bea Torres: "Well... Saying she pinned her clean might be a little too much, wouldn't you agree?"
Jason Hawk is standing outside in the parking lot leaning up against a wall when he is approached by Chloe Collins. He is looking up a night sky with a cigarette between his lips.
Chloe Collins:
Jason, can we get a word about your actions tonight. You put Jennifer Yang through the announce table right in front of her father. Why?
Jason smiles by the mentions of his action. He takes a drag. He blows the smoke in Chloe’s general direction but before it reaches her it disappears into the night sky.
Jason Hawk:
It looked good, didn’t it? It felt good, it felt really really good. Did you enjoy it as much as I did Chloe?
Chloe Collins:
I thought it was a bit unnecessary to be honest.
Jason raises his eyebrows but stops himself from asking why. Instead he smirks and continues
Jason Hawk:
A word?
Chloe Collins:
Yes, a word. An explanation for what you did out there tonight.
Jason Hawk:
I have a plan.
Jason puts the cigarette back between his lips.
Chloe Collins:
Care to elaborate?
Jason takes a huge drag before throwing the cigarette away. He lets out a laugh of excitement.
Jason Hawk:
Listen to me, listen very closely. I am going to promise you something. I am going to expose Jennifer Yang! She thinks that this sport is an honorable competition to see who is the best competitor? I am going to prove to her and everyone who believes in her that that is so far from the truth that we can’t even see it coming over the horizon! The only thing that matters is winning. No matter what. By exposing her I am going to do her the biggest favor of her career. I am going to save her from mediocrity. I am going to make her into a winning machine. When I am done with her, she will know how wrong she has been. She will see exactly how wrong she has been all along. Being a superior wrestler as someone put it doesn’t matter at all when you are looking at the lights.
Jason stops to catch his breath. He puts an arm around Chloe to rest his tired body. She looks uncomfortable in the situation.
Jason Hawk:
Listen, listen, listen, I don’t want to do anything too bad to that old man. He is innocent. He has done nothing wrong except for raising her daughter to believe in a lie. If I want to get my point across. I must go through him. We know that Jennifer Yang can bring it in a fair fight. She can even bring it in the big fights. She didn’t become Millennium champion by accident. But now let’s see what happens when we throw fair out of the window. What if the unwritten rules we all follow no longer apply? What happens to Jennifer Yang when things get personal? That’s what I want to know Chloe. Only then can I show her what really matters. How to really get things done.
Jason gets even closer into Chloe’s personal space.
Jason Hawk:
What I want you to understand. Are you listening now Chloe? What I cannot stress enough is that I don’t want to expose Jenni to embarrass or humiliate her. By exposing her I want to make her better. I simply want what is best for Jennifer Yang. Understand?
He asks before backing away and walking off.
Chloe Collins:
Jason, can we get a word about your actions tonight. You put Jennifer Yang through the announce table right in front of her father. Why?
Jason smiles by the mentions of his action. He takes a drag. He blows the smoke in Chloe’s general direction but before it reaches her it disappears into the night sky.
Jason Hawk:
It looked good, didn’t it? It felt good, it felt really really good. Did you enjoy it as much as I did Chloe?
Chloe Collins:
I thought it was a bit unnecessary to be honest.
Jason raises his eyebrows but stops himself from asking why. Instead he smirks and continues
Jason Hawk:
A word?
Chloe Collins:
Yes, a word. An explanation for what you did out there tonight.
Jason Hawk:
I have a plan.
Jason puts the cigarette back between his lips.
Chloe Collins:
Care to elaborate?
Jason takes a huge drag before throwing the cigarette away. He lets out a laugh of excitement.
Jason Hawk:
Listen to me, listen very closely. I am going to promise you something. I am going to expose Jennifer Yang! She thinks that this sport is an honorable competition to see who is the best competitor? I am going to prove to her and everyone who believes in her that that is so far from the truth that we can’t even see it coming over the horizon! The only thing that matters is winning. No matter what. By exposing her I am going to do her the biggest favor of her career. I am going to save her from mediocrity. I am going to make her into a winning machine. When I am done with her, she will know how wrong she has been. She will see exactly how wrong she has been all along. Being a superior wrestler as someone put it doesn’t matter at all when you are looking at the lights.
Jason stops to catch his breath. He puts an arm around Chloe to rest his tired body. She looks uncomfortable in the situation.
Jason Hawk:
Listen, listen, listen, I don’t want to do anything too bad to that old man. He is innocent. He has done nothing wrong except for raising her daughter to believe in a lie. If I want to get my point across. I must go through him. We know that Jennifer Yang can bring it in a fair fight. She can even bring it in the big fights. She didn’t become Millennium champion by accident. But now let’s see what happens when we throw fair out of the window. What if the unwritten rules we all follow no longer apply? What happens to Jennifer Yang when things get personal? That’s what I want to know Chloe. Only then can I show her what really matters. How to really get things done.
Jason gets even closer into Chloe’s personal space.
Jason Hawk:
What I want you to understand. Are you listening now Chloe? What I cannot stress enough is that I don’t want to expose Jenni to embarrass or humiliate her. By exposing her I want to make her better. I simply want what is best for Jennifer Yang. Understand?
He asks before backing away and walking off.
Singles Match
Christopher Kane VS Duke Andrews
An undeserving opponent. That was what Chrsitopher Kane thought about Duke Andrews, who recently stepped up, at least on twitter, to the new MWE Champion. Michigan's Favorite son was out here to prove him wrong. Since the opening moments he backed up his words, winning the first exchange of right hands, knocking him off his feet with a right haymaker. Chris popped back to his feet almost immediately, ducking the clothesline and kicking Duke on his lower back. Andrews turned around into a stiff chop, followed by a second one from the champion who then grabbed him by the arm and sent him against the ropes. jumping at him with a dropkick. Getting back up, Andrews kicked the champion in the mid section, hitting him with some more right hands and throwing him in the corner, where he squashed him with a stinger splash. With the champion down, Duke began stomping him in the corner pushing away the referee when he asked him to stop, serving another round of Red Wing Stomp to the 22 years old champion. Grabbing his foot, he dragged him in the middle of the ring and attempted a pinfall, froom which Chris kicked out in one. As the minutes passed, the champion started rolling, connecting now with a snap suplex. Duke arched his back in pain, sitting on the mat and getting kicked on his face with a shining wizard by the MWE Champion. Chris made the cover, obtaining the first near fall of his match. The two men met again in the middle of the ring, Chris hit a chop and Duke fought back with an uppercut that sent him cowering a few steps back. The former Hybrid Triad Champion whipped Kane in the corner and charged in once again. This time CK had an answer for it raising his boot and stunning him with a kick to the face. He pulled himself over the top rope and jumped, nailing the Epitome Of Perfection with a Tornado DDT. He waited for him to get up to lift him in a fireman's carry position, dropping him into a Pele Kick for the move he calls Hit By A Cyclone. Once again Duke raised his shoulder in time, but it was clear he needed to find a way to slow the champion's offense. A kick to the knee did the trick, stopping Kane on his track and setting him up for a big boot to the side of the face. Duke picked the champ up and lifted him in a powerbomb, running toward the corner and throwing the opponent against it, following with a spine buster as he rebounded back after the impact. Christopher's resilience is well known, it will take more than this to keep him down. Patiently, Duke picked him up and went back to work, wearing him down with the move he calls Red White and Blue combo. The final blow, the roaring lariat, sent Christopher against the ropes. He bounced back from them with a lariat of his own, taking Duke down and falling next to him. The referee started the count, both competitors began moving when he reached five, standing up at eight. And once again they traded blows, slow, heavy right hands each one of which made the receiver stagger. But none of them was going down, refusing to give up and let the opponnet win this round. That until the American Rebel drove his knee in CK's stomach, following up with the Killshot (V-Trigger) and quickly dropping into a cover, picking up a prestigious win over the top champion in Millennium. Or so he thought. Chris still had some energy left in the tank, raising his shoulder a millisecond before the three. Andrews picked him up over his shoulder ready to nail him with the Andrews Effect. With a miracle, Chris countered it into a reverse rana, planting him on his head. Once again, both wrestlers were laying on their backs, gathering whatever they may have left for the final moments of the match. Duke was the first to make it back to his feet, and he was going to pick up Kane when he spotted Christian Michaels coming out on the stage and running down the ramp, clearly still pissed off from their exchange earlier that night. Duke took his eyes off the prize to focus on his former friend. If there's something you don't do when you're in the ring with a world champion is to turn his back on him. Ever. Chris hit him with a forearm to the back of the head, dropping him on his head with the Untitled Finale II. CM had a satisfied grin as Chris made the cover, sealing the win. WINNER: Christopher Kane BY: Pinfall (Untitled Finale II), 15:03 |
Jared Idol:
Duke looked good against the MWE Champion, but he made a mistake. A mistake you wouldn't expect from a veteran like him.
Bea Torres:
Meh... Chris was gonna beat him anyway.
Jared Idol:
I guess we will never know... Or maybe we will. Anyway our time is up, we catch you guys next week for Millennium XXXI!
Bea Torres:
And it seems like we're gonna have a special guest...
Jared Idol:
Aye. Good night everyone!
Duke looked good against the MWE Champion, but he made a mistake. A mistake you wouldn't expect from a veteran like him.
Bea Torres:
Meh... Chris was gonna beat him anyway.
Jared Idol:
I guess we will never know... Or maybe we will. Anyway our time is up, we catch you guys next week for Millennium XXXI!
Bea Torres:
And it seems like we're gonna have a special guest...
Jared Idol:
Aye. Good night everyone!