Post by gvb on Mar 14, 2019 6:03:18 GMT -6
Millennium XXXI: From The Ashes
Live from Talking Stick Resort Arena in Phoenix, AZ
Wednesday, March 13th, 2019
The scene opens inside the Talking Stick Arena in Phoenix, on the notes of "When Legends Rise" by Godsmack. The entrance stage is lightened up by the usual display of fireworks exploding, for the awe and joy of tonight's capacity crowd. The camera pans over the fans, showing some handmade signs the bought in.
"Robbie is my hero" "Welcome home Cheesecake" "Swayed Parade" "#TheStreak is over" "<-- STFU #TheStreak 13-0" "Duke makes me puke" "Happy Birthday BreeTee, you both can have my babies"
Cutting to the announcer's table, Bea and Jared welcome the audience watching the show live on MENTV
Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Millennium XXXI, From The Ashes!
Bea Torres:
We are two weeks away from our next PPV... arenìt you EXCITED!
Jared Idol:
Well, whoever isn't should check their pulse.
Bea Torres:
We have a stacked card tonight, and a big time main event!
Jared Idol:
A steel cage match, the final chapter of the Chris Constantine and Rie Shimizu rivalry. Will the young japanese finally get her redemption? Or will CCJ once again find a way to come out on top?
Bea Torres:
I hope Rie shuts him up once and for all. You know who's not shutting up? Tiffany Tompkins and Christopher Kane. The Cloud Gate and the MWE Champion have something to say and despite not being booked in a match, they're both here tonight!
Jared Idol:
They both have a couple of things to address... And I'm looking forward to hear it. Anyway, let's get this show started!
"Robbie is my hero" "Welcome home Cheesecake" "Swayed Parade" "#TheStreak is over" "<-- STFU #TheStreak 13-0" "Duke makes me puke" "Happy Birthday BreeTee, you both can have my babies"
Cutting to the announcer's table, Bea and Jared welcome the audience watching the show live on MENTV
Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Millennium XXXI, From The Ashes!
Bea Torres:
We are two weeks away from our next PPV... arenìt you EXCITED!
Jared Idol:
Well, whoever isn't should check their pulse.
Bea Torres:
We have a stacked card tonight, and a big time main event!
Jared Idol:
A steel cage match, the final chapter of the Chris Constantine and Rie Shimizu rivalry. Will the young japanese finally get her redemption? Or will CCJ once again find a way to come out on top?
Bea Torres:
I hope Rie shuts him up once and for all. You know who's not shutting up? Tiffany Tompkins and Christopher Kane. The Cloud Gate and the MWE Champion have something to say and despite not being booked in a match, they're both here tonight!
Jared Idol:
They both have a couple of things to address... And I'm looking forward to hear it. Anyway, let's get this show started!
We are back again with Christopher LaGarde sat at his dreary, rundown study room. LaGarde is sat in an upright posture and looks very pleased with himself, he looks over to his right at a plant pot on his desk. The pot was not there the last time we saw the room and, although the pot is surrounded by paper, it looks fairly new compared to the rest of the items on his desk.
Christopher’s clothing is mostly formal like before, however, instead of wearing the blue jacket, he is wearing a grey waistcoat. He looks over from the plant pot to look into the camera. He can’t quite help but smile to himself.
Christopher LaGarde:
Do you like what I’ve done with the place?
LaGarde points to the pot on the desk in front of him.
Christopher LaGarde:
I thought I’d add a little decor. Right here is a flower to celebrate the successful debut and to add some life into the room, I know it might be difficult to grow in this atmosphere but I’ve got just the trick.
LaGarde tilts his desk lamp so it is now facing the plant pot so it can get the light it needs to grow without being in the sun.
Christopher LaGarde:
Impressed with the debut? I told you, I was going to showcase my willingness to put my body on the line. I did just that and I got the win convincingly. Your efforts at Bed Of Roses won’t be in vain though, Teddy. You were the first stepping stone, you kickstarted the movement as I like to think of it.
Christopher leans back into his chair and puts his hands behind his head to relax.
Christopher LaGarde:
It has all come full circle really. I was once a titan of the metal industry, a so-called “businessman” and my first match in Millennium was against a Steele. I abandoned that lonely, wasteful life so I could fight for the people and with the people. A parade of people swayed by corporate interests that they have no mind of their own anymore, every person the same. There was no voice for people like them in society, but now there is.
Returning to his previous posture and with a stern look on his face, LaGarde looks into the lens of the camera.
Christopher LaGarde:
Tonight, I take on a woman that reminds me of my old self. Blinded by the wealth and the ability to have anything you want, Kate Steele embodies everything wrong with the people who have the life of luxury. Instead of using it to help the downtrodden, she uses it to fuel her own musical interests.
With one final look of fierceness, LaGarde signs off.
Christopher LaGarde:
After defeating Kate Steele, I will have proven that my movement and I have the power inside ourselves to topple the elite of this world. I am your martyr and with all of us together, we can accomplish anything.
Christopher LaGarde takes a deep breath as the camera begins to fade to black.
Christopher’s clothing is mostly formal like before, however, instead of wearing the blue jacket, he is wearing a grey waistcoat. He looks over from the plant pot to look into the camera. He can’t quite help but smile to himself.
Christopher LaGarde:
Do you like what I’ve done with the place?
LaGarde points to the pot on the desk in front of him.
Christopher LaGarde:
I thought I’d add a little decor. Right here is a flower to celebrate the successful debut and to add some life into the room, I know it might be difficult to grow in this atmosphere but I’ve got just the trick.
LaGarde tilts his desk lamp so it is now facing the plant pot so it can get the light it needs to grow without being in the sun.
Christopher LaGarde:
Impressed with the debut? I told you, I was going to showcase my willingness to put my body on the line. I did just that and I got the win convincingly. Your efforts at Bed Of Roses won’t be in vain though, Teddy. You were the first stepping stone, you kickstarted the movement as I like to think of it.
Christopher leans back into his chair and puts his hands behind his head to relax.
Christopher LaGarde:
It has all come full circle really. I was once a titan of the metal industry, a so-called “businessman” and my first match in Millennium was against a Steele. I abandoned that lonely, wasteful life so I could fight for the people and with the people. A parade of people swayed by corporate interests that they have no mind of their own anymore, every person the same. There was no voice for people like them in society, but now there is.
Returning to his previous posture and with a stern look on his face, LaGarde looks into the lens of the camera.
Christopher LaGarde:
Tonight, I take on a woman that reminds me of my old self. Blinded by the wealth and the ability to have anything you want, Kate Steele embodies everything wrong with the people who have the life of luxury. Instead of using it to help the downtrodden, she uses it to fuel her own musical interests.
With one final look of fierceness, LaGarde signs off.
Christopher LaGarde:
After defeating Kate Steele, I will have proven that my movement and I have the power inside ourselves to topple the elite of this world. I am your martyr and with all of us together, we can accomplish anything.
Christopher LaGarde takes a deep breath as the camera begins to fade to black.
Singles Match
Christopher LaGarde VS Kate SteeleIn his second match in Millennium, LaGarde found himself up against another Steele. After beating Teddy, it was now Kate who was standing on his path to redeem Millennium. The former Lockdown Champion had something to say to Christopher before opening hostilities, calling LaGarde out for his being a judgemental prick, only using a more colorful expression. Christopher cracked a smirk, surely this wasn’t the first time he heard someone referring to him using those words, and he probably had been called worse before. He took a step back, shrugging off the comment like Kate’s opinion didn’t matter to him, and that attitude triggered the Siren who hit him with a forearm smash to the jaw. grabbing his arm and sending him against the ropes. Christopher rebounded back with a shoulder tackle, glancing at the downed opponent before taking another run at the ropes, leaping over the laying Steele who then caught him with a headscissors takedown. She followed up with a series of martial arts kicks, finishing her sequence with a spinning heel kick that sent LaGarde over the top rope and down on the floor outside. Kate gained some speed diving through the ropes right into a right hand from Christopher that left her hanging on the middle rope. He climbed back onto the apron and drove his knee to the side of her head. Kate fell back inside the ring while LaGarde climbed to the top rope, waiting for her to stand up before leaping off it with a double axe handle across her back as she stood up to her feet. Slow and methodical in his offense, LaGarde was slowly taking apart the former Lockdown Champion with a series of right forearms. He whipped her against the ropes, but Kate reversed it, dodging the lariat and catching his arm to spin him around and into a single knee facebreaker. She tried for a quick cover, but Christopher kicked out in one. The Siren sent her opponent in the corner, charging at him with a Yakuza Kick. Another pinfall attempt followed, but Christopher’s foot was on the ropes and therefore the ref had to stop the count. Kate kicked the opponent in the stomach, dropping a couple of forearms to his back, moving side-to-side with him and falling backwards with a russian leg sweep, connecting a springboard leg drop right after obtaining another near fall. As the Leader Of The Swayed Parade stood up, Kate went for a discus lariat, ducked by Christopher who connected with a quick bicycle knee, taking the Siren down. Kate lifted LaGarde in a fireman’s carry position, adjusting him to connect her Punk Driver (White Noise). Christopher slid away behind her back, pushing her against the ropes and connecting a vicious spinning forearm to the back of the head as she came back, dropping her to her knees. Wrapping an arm around her neck, she lifted her for an inverted DDT. Staying on the attack he picked her up and tossed her in the corner, where he rushed at her with a jumping clothesline. Flipping her in a seated position with a snapmare, Christopher kicked her hard on the spine and made the cover with a lateral press from which the former Lockdown Champion kicked out in two. He grabbed her by the leg and dragged her back to the center of the ring, applying an inverted cloverleaf and submitting her, obtaining his second win in Millennium. WINNER: Christopher LaGarde BY: Submission (The Bending Of The Truth), 7:52 |
Backstage we go, catching up with The Mighty Now Thrive! It's been a while since we checked on the lads, and even longer since they've spoken to Millennium fans.
Aaaand Null is playing a video game. Cool.
Null:
Come on, dang it. Just a little more and I got this.
Suddenly, the screen goes dark as Null looks on in horror! Glancing around, he sees Terra holding a cable in his hand, looking at him with a look of annoyance. One that Null gives in return, which is impressive given the mask.
Null:
DUDE! I was close to finally getting the high score! My hero was gonna win!
Terra:
Null, come on. No one cares about the high score or hero.
Pause. Blink.
Null:
I don't get it.
Terra:
Yeah, well, maybe if we made this joke a month ago it would've gone better. It is what it is.
Null:
But my game-
Terra:
Will wait. We got a trios match coming up and we need to be ready. One tag victory after weeks of coming up short doesn't mean we get to rest
Null:
Fine, fine.
Null springs to his feet, letting out a huff as he stuffs his hands into his jacket pockets. Terra shakes his head at this display, clearly used to the tantrum but still annoyed.
Terra:
I know it's a trios match and not a tag match, but this gives us a good look at the BreeTee Committee. And before you try and brush them off, they're former tag champs elsewhere, so we know they've got the goods. This is our chance to get a good look and prepare in case we face them down the line.
Null:
Cool, cool. And what about our other opponent?
Terra:
Luna? Well…
An awkward moment passes between the two as Terra rubs the back of his head while Null looks up expectantly at him.
Terra:
I think Selina has her covered. And if we end up in the ring with her, we just need to focus on our strengths. You gotta use your speed to leave her dizzy, and I'll keep her grounded. Between the two of us alone, we’'ll have her taken care of. Adding Selena will only add to that.
Null:
Ooh, you're thinking about Selina, huh?
The tone becomes teasing as Null smiles widely, elbowing Terra playfully in the ribs. A gesture that earns him a head rub.
Terra:
Come on dude. You know I'm spoken for.
Null:
I haven't seen you with anyone in like two months. Selina is stunning.
Terra:
I agree. That said, she's our partner tonight first and foremost, so we need to keep things professional out there. Especially you.
Null looks shocked!
Null:
Me?!
Terra:
Yes, you. Focus on the match, and we'll be fine. Then we can work on getting a shot at the titles.
Terra leaves the locker room, giving Null a reassuring pat on the shoulder on the way out. Null looks on in shock as he stands there, struggling to find his voice.
Null:
….. I AM THE MOST PROFESSIONAL!
Aaaand Null is playing a video game. Cool.
Null:
Come on, dang it. Just a little more and I got this.
Suddenly, the screen goes dark as Null looks on in horror! Glancing around, he sees Terra holding a cable in his hand, looking at him with a look of annoyance. One that Null gives in return, which is impressive given the mask.
Null:
DUDE! I was close to finally getting the high score! My hero was gonna win!
Terra:
Null, come on. No one cares about the high score or hero.
Pause. Blink.
Null:
I don't get it.
Terra:
Yeah, well, maybe if we made this joke a month ago it would've gone better. It is what it is.
Null:
But my game-
Terra:
Will wait. We got a trios match coming up and we need to be ready. One tag victory after weeks of coming up short doesn't mean we get to rest
Null:
Fine, fine.
Null springs to his feet, letting out a huff as he stuffs his hands into his jacket pockets. Terra shakes his head at this display, clearly used to the tantrum but still annoyed.
Terra:
I know it's a trios match and not a tag match, but this gives us a good look at the BreeTee Committee. And before you try and brush them off, they're former tag champs elsewhere, so we know they've got the goods. This is our chance to get a good look and prepare in case we face them down the line.
Null:
Cool, cool. And what about our other opponent?
Terra:
Luna? Well…
An awkward moment passes between the two as Terra rubs the back of his head while Null looks up expectantly at him.
Terra:
I think Selina has her covered. And if we end up in the ring with her, we just need to focus on our strengths. You gotta use your speed to leave her dizzy, and I'll keep her grounded. Between the two of us alone, we’'ll have her taken care of. Adding Selena will only add to that.
Null:
Ooh, you're thinking about Selina, huh?
The tone becomes teasing as Null smiles widely, elbowing Terra playfully in the ribs. A gesture that earns him a head rub.
Terra:
Come on dude. You know I'm spoken for.
Null:
I haven't seen you with anyone in like two months. Selina is stunning.
Terra:
I agree. That said, she's our partner tonight first and foremost, so we need to keep things professional out there. Especially you.
Null looks shocked!
Null:
Me?!
Terra:
Yes, you. Focus on the match, and we'll be fine. Then we can work on getting a shot at the titles.
Terra leaves the locker room, giving Null a reassuring pat on the shoulder on the way out. Null looks on in shock as he stands there, struggling to find his voice.
Null:
….. I AM THE MOST PROFESSIONAL!
Backstage in the Millennium arena, currently eating an Oreo Popsicle is one of the birthday girls, Bree Smith. With a jacket tied around her waist to match her leggings, she has a red box tucked under her muscled arm and a bright smile on her face with a BreeTee Committee cap on backwards.
As Bree turns the corner she comes across her sister Luna who is dressed to compete in a shimmering star design while running through things with Holly who is wearing a black lace sleeveless blouse with a short denim skirt. Holly is holding onto her phone with one hand as she is taking some notes for Luna as a final preparation before the match.
Luna Smith:
Were you able to allow me to enter last tonight? If Selina wants to be named first she can go ahead and enter first with the TMNT.
As Bree slowly starts to approach them, Holly looks up towards Bree, giving her a friendly smile before turning her attention over to Luna.
Holly Wakefield:
I put in the request like you wanted.
Luna’s head turns sharply to see who Holly was smiling to and Bree strolls up enjoying the oreo popscicle.
Luna Smith:
Oh, Bree. Happy Birthday.
Luna then turns back to Holly and narrows her eyes.
Luna Smith:
And make sure next show Selina’s locker room is on the other side of the building from mine.
Bree Smith:
And can you get more oreos in catering, Holly?
Holly Wakefield:
I’m not sure how much control I can have over catering there Bree.
Holly laughs a little bit as she is making a quick note of Luna’s last request.
Holly Wakefield:
But I could always bring some at the next show.
Bree nods slowly and then quickly, thinking it was a good idea.
Bree Smith:
Have you girls seen Teegs? Her Oreo Popsicle is getting all melted and eaten.
Teagan Gallagher:
Gee… I wonder why that is…
The sound of Teagan’s voice coming from the end of the hall interrupts their discussion as the other birthday girl approaches closer, holding onto her newly gifted cat in her arms.
Teagan Gallagher:
I was showing Freddie around!
tBree Smith:
Goose!
Bree calls out to seeing Teagan and gives the adorable kitty Freddie a belly rub with her finger.
Bree Smith:
He’s very cute.
Luna Smith:
What happened to Luna?
Teagan Gallagher:
She’s at home with Sherlock.
Teagan smiles as she gently rocks Freddie back and forth while she’s speaking.
Teagan Gallagher:
You two should meet one day, it would be a total Luna-ception!
Luna offers a little, slightly forced laugh to Teagan’s offer.
Luna Smith:
Yes, one day.
As she takes a big breath and commands the group’s attention.
Luna Smith:
But tonight, we’re going to win this trios match. It’s no secret I HATE these matches but you’re probably the best partners I’ll get and want so...you both can hold your own against The Mighty Now Thrive and the second best, Luna Lockdown Champion wannabe?
Luna looks back and forth between Bree and Teagan.
Bree Smith:
Of course we can. They’re all in the Danger Zone tonight. Right, Goose?
Teagan Gallagher:
You know it Maverick!
Teagan laughs in response as she nods her head before focusing her attention on Luna.
Teagan Gallagher:
We’re looking to get ourselves back to that place where we dominated as a tag team. Tonight’s a good start, it is our birthday after all.
Luna Smith:
Yes. You’ve said. I guess you can call me picking up the win for our team your birthday present.
As Luna then turns to Holly before the lights go off and a few of the Millennium staff begin coming down the hall carrying an Oreo cake. One dressed as Santa Claus, one dressed as the Holiday Armadillo, then Dean Smith as Superman with a few others all singing happy birthday to the BreeTee Committee. Bree looks caught by surprise, Teagan beginning to laugh clearly amused by the entire scene right in front of her.
Dean Smith:
Make a wish, Sis and Bree’s #2.
Teagan Gallagher:
This guy! Dressing up like Superman does not mean you get a free pass to be rude!
Luna Smith:
Holly, I think I left my keys in the car. Please go get them. Now.
Dean Smith:
Call it my one free pass.
Holly gives Luna a quick nods of her head before she turns around to make her way down the hall to head out to Luna’s car at her request. Bree and Teagan then together look and make their wish before blowing out the candles.
Dean Smith:
Now you better win fast or there will be no cake left. Isabella will be here soon…
He inhales sharply and nods, expressing the urgency to win their trios match quick as Teagan decides to cross her fingers for some extra good luck.
Teagan Gallagher:
We’ve got this, Freddie here is our good luck charm.
Bree Smith:
Thank you, Freddie for our win tonight.
Bree gives Freddie a little pet on the head. Dean tries to but Freddie bats his hand away. Teagan laughs at this as she gives Dean a pointed look.
Teagan Gallagher:
Maybe you should be nicer to his Mom.
Dean Smith:
This isn’t over, Cat.
Dean mumbles with Bree and Luna having a little of the icing.
Bree Smith:
Ready to win, Teegs. I mean Goose.
Teagan Gallagher:
I’m always ready to win Maverick.
Teagan winks at her tag team partner as she takes her own finger to sample some of the icing.
Teagan Gallagher:
Especially when there’s cake to be had.
Bree Smith:
The BreeTee Committee and Luna will thrive.
And Bree almost pushes her partners against their will towards the ring to get to their match as quickly as possible while looking back at the Oreo cake she hoped would still be there post match.
As Bree turns the corner she comes across her sister Luna who is dressed to compete in a shimmering star design while running through things with Holly who is wearing a black lace sleeveless blouse with a short denim skirt. Holly is holding onto her phone with one hand as she is taking some notes for Luna as a final preparation before the match.
Luna Smith:
Were you able to allow me to enter last tonight? If Selina wants to be named first she can go ahead and enter first with the TMNT.
As Bree slowly starts to approach them, Holly looks up towards Bree, giving her a friendly smile before turning her attention over to Luna.
Holly Wakefield:
I put in the request like you wanted.
Luna’s head turns sharply to see who Holly was smiling to and Bree strolls up enjoying the oreo popscicle.
Luna Smith:
Oh, Bree. Happy Birthday.
Luna then turns back to Holly and narrows her eyes.
Luna Smith:
And make sure next show Selina’s locker room is on the other side of the building from mine.
Bree Smith:
And can you get more oreos in catering, Holly?
Holly Wakefield:
I’m not sure how much control I can have over catering there Bree.
Holly laughs a little bit as she is making a quick note of Luna’s last request.
Holly Wakefield:
But I could always bring some at the next show.
Bree nods slowly and then quickly, thinking it was a good idea.
Bree Smith:
Have you girls seen Teegs? Her Oreo Popsicle is getting all melted and eaten.
Teagan Gallagher:
Gee… I wonder why that is…
The sound of Teagan’s voice coming from the end of the hall interrupts their discussion as the other birthday girl approaches closer, holding onto her newly gifted cat in her arms.
Teagan Gallagher:
I was showing Freddie around!
tBree Smith:
Goose!
Bree calls out to seeing Teagan and gives the adorable kitty Freddie a belly rub with her finger.
Bree Smith:
He’s very cute.
Luna Smith:
What happened to Luna?
Teagan Gallagher:
She’s at home with Sherlock.
Teagan smiles as she gently rocks Freddie back and forth while she’s speaking.
Teagan Gallagher:
You two should meet one day, it would be a total Luna-ception!
Luna offers a little, slightly forced laugh to Teagan’s offer.
Luna Smith:
Yes, one day.
As she takes a big breath and commands the group’s attention.
Luna Smith:
But tonight, we’re going to win this trios match. It’s no secret I HATE these matches but you’re probably the best partners I’ll get and want so...you both can hold your own against The Mighty Now Thrive and the second best, Luna Lockdown Champion wannabe?
Luna looks back and forth between Bree and Teagan.
Bree Smith:
Of course we can. They’re all in the Danger Zone tonight. Right, Goose?
Teagan Gallagher:
You know it Maverick!
Teagan laughs in response as she nods her head before focusing her attention on Luna.
Teagan Gallagher:
We’re looking to get ourselves back to that place where we dominated as a tag team. Tonight’s a good start, it is our birthday after all.
Luna Smith:
Yes. You’ve said. I guess you can call me picking up the win for our team your birthday present.
As Luna then turns to Holly before the lights go off and a few of the Millennium staff begin coming down the hall carrying an Oreo cake. One dressed as Santa Claus, one dressed as the Holiday Armadillo, then Dean Smith as Superman with a few others all singing happy birthday to the BreeTee Committee. Bree looks caught by surprise, Teagan beginning to laugh clearly amused by the entire scene right in front of her.
Dean Smith:
Make a wish, Sis and Bree’s #2.
Teagan Gallagher:
This guy! Dressing up like Superman does not mean you get a free pass to be rude!
Luna Smith:
Holly, I think I left my keys in the car. Please go get them. Now.
Dean Smith:
Call it my one free pass.
Holly gives Luna a quick nods of her head before she turns around to make her way down the hall to head out to Luna’s car at her request. Bree and Teagan then together look and make their wish before blowing out the candles.
Dean Smith:
Now you better win fast or there will be no cake left. Isabella will be here soon…
He inhales sharply and nods, expressing the urgency to win their trios match quick as Teagan decides to cross her fingers for some extra good luck.
Teagan Gallagher:
We’ve got this, Freddie here is our good luck charm.
Bree Smith:
Thank you, Freddie for our win tonight.
Bree gives Freddie a little pet on the head. Dean tries to but Freddie bats his hand away. Teagan laughs at this as she gives Dean a pointed look.
Teagan Gallagher:
Maybe you should be nicer to his Mom.
Dean Smith:
This isn’t over, Cat.
Dean mumbles with Bree and Luna having a little of the icing.
Bree Smith:
Ready to win, Teegs. I mean Goose.
Teagan Gallagher:
I’m always ready to win Maverick.
Teagan winks at her tag team partner as she takes her own finger to sample some of the icing.
Teagan Gallagher:
Especially when there’s cake to be had.
Bree Smith:
The BreeTee Committee and Luna will thrive.
And Bree almost pushes her partners against their will towards the ring to get to their match as quickly as possible while looking back at the Oreo cake she hoped would still be there post match.
Trios Match
Luna & BreeTee Committee VS Selina Metzger & The Mighty Now Thrive
Trios action in the second match of the night as Luna joined her sister Bree and her tag partner Teagan Gallagher against the odd pairing of The Mighty Now Thrive and Selina Metzger. This wasn’t the first time we saw Null and Kid Terra in trios action, twice they have been involved in this type of match alongside Null’s ex girlfriend Yona Blake, with changing fortunes. The Ubermensch started the match for her team against Bree, a confrontation between the two powerhouse who, opened the contest with, no surprises, a test of strength. Bree proved to be a worth challenger to Selina, holding up against the German Amazon for a good minute, before eventually the Lockdown Champion started to prevail. Starting to lose ground, Bree raised her knee, driving it in Selina’s mid section doubling her over. She then pummeled her with two right hands to the back, locking her in a front facelock and dragging her in their corner, offering Luna the tag. Bree looked daggers at her cousins who refused to enter the ring and made the tag to Teegs instead. hooking Selina’s arms behind her holding her still for Gallagher’s superkick into a Tiger Suplex from Smith. Teagan made a quick cover attempt only getting a two count. Teegs tried to keep the Lockdown Champion grounded, working on her legs and back applying a boston crab. Selina powered out through the submission, dragging herself to her corner and making the tag. Teagan immediately let her go, turning around ready to take on whoever was entering the ring next but as soon as she did, Null dove from the top rope with a missile dropkick. When she stood up, the wolf boy charged at her and went for a wheelbarrow bulldog, driving her face to the mat. He made the cover, immediately broken up by Luna who was now demanding to enter the ring. Teegs was more than happy to let the Star Of The Night taking the scene, but no matter how much she stretched trying to touch Luna’s hand, she couldn’t reach her until Null was holding her wrist. The wolfboy yanked, pulling Teagan away from her corner and right into a clothesline. He grabbed her by the leg and dragged her to his corner. A tag was made and and Kid Terra entered the ring, sending Teagan against the ropes and jumping over her head with a leapfrog. Nll was right behind him, taking Gallagher down with a drop toe hold and leaving her hanging on the middle rope, perfect position for the Dial That Phone (Double 619). Things started looking ugly for Teagan who didn’t seem able to find a counter to TMNT’s fast paced offense. The duo was working like a well oiled machine with quick tags that gave her no room to breath. Her lucky break came when she caught Kid Terra with an enziguri, stunning him long enough to make the tag to Luna. The former Lockdown champion came in like a house on fire. The prize at stake, another shot at the Lockdown Championship should she walk out victorious from tonight’s match, was too enticing, and more than enough of a drive for her. Her target was clear, Kid Terra’s taped right shoulder, his weapon of choice her Krav Maga strikes. Soon enough the Terranova Rockstar found himself on the mat with Luna hanging on his arm applying an armbar. Screaming in agony, the human half of TMNT tried to reach the ropes, eventually touching the bottom one with his foot. Luna fully used the five count before letting him go, waiting for him to get up before immediately going back to work on that arm, twisting it in a wrist lock and bending it in an unnatural way. KT rolled through, breaking free and whipping Luna against the ropes, bending forward ready to drop her behind his back. But Luna saw it coming and slowed down, kicking him on the shoulder and grabbed his arm, falling backwards and dragging iit against her knees. It was now her turn to send Kid Terra for a run to the ropes, form where he came back and nailed the former champion with a tilt-a-whirl ddt. This was his opportunity to make the tag and he didn’t miss it. The Ubermensch entered the ring and grabbed Luna by her feet, preventing her from making the tag and picking her up for a german suplex. maintaining the waist hold for a second one and a third, this time holding the bridge for a near fall. Luna created herself an opening with a throat strike and tried to reach the fresh Bree, but the Lockdown Champion grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into a spinning side slam. Dominant as always, Selina was manhandling Luna, tossing her around like a rag doll until the former champion stopped her momentum with a thumb to the eye followed by a quick DDT, this time managing to reach the corner and tag her sister. Another clash of the titans as the two biggest person in this match met in the center of the ring and brawled it out. Bree was more fresh and won the exchange, showing off all her strength by lifting Selina and dropping her on her knee, getting a two count out of the backbreaker. Very evenly matched, the two women went back and forth for a couple of minutes. Bree slammed the champion to the mat with a powerbomb, Selina answered with an exploder suplex into the corner. The way Bree’s head bounced against the lower pad and then on the canvas didn’t bode well for the member of the BreeTee Committee, who looked out of it when Selina lifted her over her shoulders for the Elbe Valley Driver. The entire Talking Stick Arena was on their feet to cheer on the Lockdown Champion who was about to seal the deal with the move that gave her so many wins in her Millennium career. But then Crystal Hilton showed up, distracting Selina and allowing her to slip away from the opponent’s shoulders, pushing her into the corner right into an enziguri from Luna. Bree made the tag to Teegs. As soon as she stepped foot inside the ropes, Luna tagged herself in, getting the perplexed looks of her teammates. She climbed to the top ropes, barking orders at Bree who lifted Selina for an exploder Suplex into a codebreaker from Gallagher. After the WHOOPAH, Luna jumped from the top rope landing on Selina with her Stardom (Sparkle Splash) and making the cover. Bree and Teagan blocked the TMNT attempt to break the pin. Luna picked up the win for her team, thus granting herself a title shot next week WINNER: Luna & BreeTee COmmittee BY: Pinfall (Stardom), 16:39 |
We cut to see Abrazo Arizona Heart Hospital. The scene is placid and calm as we see people walking in and out of the hospital; professionals in scrubs, a security guard here and there, and just plain folks visiting doctors or patients staying here. The camera turns and we see Robbie Bourbon. He’s dressed in a black t-shirt which reads “FUCK CANCER”, plaid cargo shorts, a pair of yellow checker print vans, and his regular star studded mask.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Hey, Millennium Universe! Hello, America! You know this is Robbie Bourbon, and I’m here today with the Make-A-Wish foundation to cheer up some kids who are fighting off cancer, because that’s what the best wrestlers like myself do. Come along, let’s go meet some of these special kids who are fighting a battle that, hopefully, none of us have to so we can die of heart attacks or kidney failure instead.
Beside Robbie is a short, impish man with glasses and a silly smirk.
Impish Man
But, your shirt…
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Oh, this is my liason from Millennium to make sure I represent the company well. Didn’t have this oversight in the past, I usually just did what I wanted, but, hey, we’re here to make kids feel better. This is Martin.
Martin
Your shirt is highly inappropriate for visiting child cancer victims.
Robbie rolls his eyes. He pulls the shirt off, and underneath is another shirt that simply reads “I BEAT OVARIAN CANCER.” Martin’s face scrunches as he looks at it.
Martin
I’m not entirely sure that’s better…
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Martin, ovarian cancer takes hundreds, if not thousands, from us annually, and having awareness of it and fighting it is very important.
Martin
You’re immune to ovarian cancer, though, it’s kind of tasteless for you to wear a shirt saying you beat it.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
But I did, even if by default.
Martin
Look, I think you should find another option.
Robbie rolls his eyes again. He rips this shirt off like Hulk Hogan, and underneath is nothing but a bare, hairy, pasty white, if not sturdy and robust upper torso.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Well I’m out of shirts, Martin.
Martin
Wait, did you not remember if you had another shirt on underneath?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Oh, I remembered, Marty…
Martin
For the last time, it’s Martin.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Oh, I remembered, Martin, but you burst my bubble on giving cancer what for with my dress choices, now what am I supposed to wear to display that I don’t like or support cancer? Huh?
The screen goes dark, and a moment later it comes back up. We see Robbie in the same position as before, this time wearing a bright neon pink tank top that reads “SASSY” right beside Martin.
Martin
I, uh, I don’t…
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Really, Martin? You’re here to make sure I don’t make the company look bad, not play fashion police. Come on.
Robbie starts to walk inside the building as Martin follows along. Inside we see a few gift shops offering flowers, cards, stuffed animals, and candy. Many of the people here gawk at the large man in a lucha mask with the neon pink tank top walking through the lobby. Robbie and Martin approach a pair of elevator doors, one marked “Out of Order”.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Maybe we should take the stairs?
The camera moves in an awkward fashion, as though the operator was nodding ‘no’.
Martin.
That’s pretty heavy equipment they’re toting, you want the crew to just go up four stories?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Well, I hadn’t…
Suddenly, we see none other than Millennium Pro Star Saki, the Kawaii Deathmachine, come skipping up to Robbie. Robbie forces a smile as Martin looks highly alarmed.
Martin
WOAH! This is a hospital, if you two start fighting in here the company could get in huge trouble.
Saki
That is not the intention of Saki.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Sure hope not, want some Pocky?
Robbie reaches into his pocket and pulls out the tasty little Japanese cookie sticks.
Saki
Don’t you try to act all cocky.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
I don’t mean to start off things all rocky.
Saki forces the same smile back at Robbie.
Saki
You think you’re gold but I know I’m platinum.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
I push rhymes so heavy the weight will flatten ‘em.
Saki
Wait, is this some Monkey Island insult battle?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Nah, I just think it’s clever prattle.
Saki
I think you’re big and dumb like cattle.
Robbie looks directly at Saki.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Purple.
Saki raises a finger, ready to respond, then halts, looking completely stymied. As she does, the bell for the elevator chimes and the door slides open.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Yo, look over there, by the front door, it’s something that rhymes with ‘purple’!
Robbie points and Saki turns, ignoring the elevator and wandering away. Robbie and the crew quickly enter as Robbie hits the button for the 3rd floor then starts mashing the ‘Close Doors’ button. As the door slides shut, Saki turns and rushes to make the elevator. Robbie thumbs his nose at her as the door closes. Robbie then turns to the camera.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
That’s that.
Martin
Kind of immature.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Saki? Yeah, a little.
Martin
Not what I mean.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Pssht.
The elevator chimes as the doors open. Robbie steps out into the hall and his face drops. The camera turns and we see three men dressed as the Adam West Batman, the Michael Keaton Batman, and the Christian Bale Batman.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Aw, man! Someone got here before us!
The three men turn and wave at Robbie. The Adam West Batman pulls back his mask to reveal Dusty Douglas! The Keaton Batman pulls back his mask to reveal Billy Danielson! The Bale Batman pulls back his mask to reveal Chris Constantine Jr.! All three members of Chimera Corps are dressed like Batman to visit sick children.
Dusty Douglas
Yo, Robbie, what’re you doing here?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
I’m here to grant wishes or some such to sick kids!
Chris Constantine Jr.
We were sent here by…
Everybody puts their fingers on their lips and shushes Constantine.
Martin
Some other promotion must have sent them.
Dusty Douglas
Hey, it’s cool, you can join in, I think there’s a Robin costume in the van.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
You got a van? And extra costumes! Man, you guys get all the good stuff when it comes to sick kids!
Chris Constantine Jr.
Well, we’re the premier stable in wrestling, so, yeah, we get some perks.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
You guys are hogging all the sick kids!
Dusty Douglas
There are plenty of sick kids to go around. I’ll take some sick kids, Chris and Billy can have sick kids, I’m sure one of these days you’ll have plenty of sick children all around you.
Robbie, sullen looking, shrugs.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Yeah, yeah I guess so.
Dusty approaches Robbie.
Dusty Douglas
Look, it’s the thought that counts, and I really like your sassy tank top.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
It’s the sassiest.
Dusty Douglas
You wanna do a quick duet before you go? I mean, sick kids love watching superheavyweight men sing tunes from over three decades ago.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
We’re not doing “Paradise Under the Dashboard Lights”.
Dusty Douglas
But that’s such a great duet!
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
I don’t care! I don’t care if I get to be Meatloaf this time, and I love being the ‘loaf. Eddie from Rocky Horror, the bad guy from Black Dog, Tenacious D’s dad, all dream jobs I had at one time or another, but no.
Dusty Douglas
Well, what do you recommend?
Robbie reaches in his pocket and pulls out a harmonica. Dusty’s eyes go wide.
Dusty Douglas
Wait, you mean…
The camera turns and we see a brass band accompanied by a guitar and bass enter the crowded hallway. They strike up a chord. The camera turns back to show Robbie and Dusty are now in matching black suits, fedoras, and Ray Ban sunglasses. Robbie starts to play his harmonica as Dusty belts out with his incredible pipes.
Dusty Douglas
She caught the Katy, left me a mule to Riiiiiiiiiiiiiide…
The opening lyrics to She Caught the Katy are quickly cut off by Martin, Chris Constantine Jr., and Billy Danielson as the camera pans to show them.
Martin
No, no, no! Save the whole Blues Brothers act for later.
Billy Danielson
Yeah, c’mon Dust, we’re here because of sick children.
The camera turns back and Robbie is back in his hot pink “SASSY” tank top and plaid cargo shorts while Dusty is back in his Adam West Batman costume. They look at each other and shrug. Dusty gives Robbie a back handed chop to his chest.
Dusty Douglas
Open chest!
Robbie rubs his chest as Dusty, Chris, and Billy all put their masks back on and go down the hall to entertain and interact with sick children.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Well, at least I look cool in my own mask.
Martin
Now what?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Hrmm. This is a hospital, there are plenty of sick people here, not just kids. Let’s find someone else to grant a wish for!
Robbie approaches a nurse who is waiting for the elevator.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Excuse me, miss? Where are the elderly people who are just about to keel over? The really geezery geezers, you know what I mean?
Robbie’s earnestness in asking this causes Martin to facepalm and the nurse to recoil somewhat.
Martin
I’m sorry, ma’am. This is Robbie Bourbon, he’s with Millennium Pro, and…
The elevator doors open and the nurse slowly backs inside silently. She quickly mashes the close door button.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Way to go, Saki.
Martin
That was not my fault!
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Look, down the hall the other way is the cardiac and heart health wing! I bet there are some really old people there who have some wishes, let’s go!
Martin
I’m not so sure…
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
I am so sure! C’mon, this’ll be fantastic! People will like it. sick kids are always taking up so much attention from us professional athletes as is.
Robbie casually marches down the hall and into the cardiac ward. A nurse at a desk looks up at Robbie.
Nurse
Hello, can I help you?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Uh, yeah, we were sent here from Millennium Pro Wrestling, we’re here to visit with patients, make them feel well, do some Patch Adams kind of stuff.
Nurse
‘Patch Adams kind of stuff’?
The nurse looks about as confused as you probably do right now.
Martin
Yes, ma’am. This is Robbie Bourbon, he’s here in town for a match and wanted to visit some of his fans who couldn’t make it to the show.
Robbie’s eyes go wide as he looks at Martin.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
That’s a good one!
Robbie turns to the nurse.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
What he said!
Nurse
Okay, well, just be quiet and gentle. Some of the patients are sleeping.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Quiet and gentle! That’s me all day.
Martin
Not in the least.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Hushabee. Watch and learn, chum!
Robbie opens a random hospital room door in the cardiac wing. He jumps into it, out of view, and hollers.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
SURPRISE! I’M A MASSIVE MASKED MAN HERE TO MAKE YOUR DAY BETTER!
From within the room we hear a stunted gasp followed by the long distinct beep of a flatline like from most medical TV shows. Robbie slowly backs out, his eyes wide, and glances at the camera.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Uh, I think we need to leave.
Robbie looks back into the hospital room as nurses and doctors rush past him.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Sorry! Hope your wish was granted!
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Hey, Millennium Universe! Hello, America! You know this is Robbie Bourbon, and I’m here today with the Make-A-Wish foundation to cheer up some kids who are fighting off cancer, because that’s what the best wrestlers like myself do. Come along, let’s go meet some of these special kids who are fighting a battle that, hopefully, none of us have to so we can die of heart attacks or kidney failure instead.
Beside Robbie is a short, impish man with glasses and a silly smirk.
Impish Man
But, your shirt…
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Oh, this is my liason from Millennium to make sure I represent the company well. Didn’t have this oversight in the past, I usually just did what I wanted, but, hey, we’re here to make kids feel better. This is Martin.
Martin
Your shirt is highly inappropriate for visiting child cancer victims.
Robbie rolls his eyes. He pulls the shirt off, and underneath is another shirt that simply reads “I BEAT OVARIAN CANCER.” Martin’s face scrunches as he looks at it.
Martin
I’m not entirely sure that’s better…
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Martin, ovarian cancer takes hundreds, if not thousands, from us annually, and having awareness of it and fighting it is very important.
Martin
You’re immune to ovarian cancer, though, it’s kind of tasteless for you to wear a shirt saying you beat it.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
But I did, even if by default.
Martin
Look, I think you should find another option.
Robbie rolls his eyes again. He rips this shirt off like Hulk Hogan, and underneath is nothing but a bare, hairy, pasty white, if not sturdy and robust upper torso.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Well I’m out of shirts, Martin.
Martin
Wait, did you not remember if you had another shirt on underneath?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Oh, I remembered, Marty…
Martin
For the last time, it’s Martin.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Oh, I remembered, Martin, but you burst my bubble on giving cancer what for with my dress choices, now what am I supposed to wear to display that I don’t like or support cancer? Huh?
The screen goes dark, and a moment later it comes back up. We see Robbie in the same position as before, this time wearing a bright neon pink tank top that reads “SASSY” right beside Martin.
Martin
I, uh, I don’t…
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Really, Martin? You’re here to make sure I don’t make the company look bad, not play fashion police. Come on.
Robbie starts to walk inside the building as Martin follows along. Inside we see a few gift shops offering flowers, cards, stuffed animals, and candy. Many of the people here gawk at the large man in a lucha mask with the neon pink tank top walking through the lobby. Robbie and Martin approach a pair of elevator doors, one marked “Out of Order”.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Maybe we should take the stairs?
The camera moves in an awkward fashion, as though the operator was nodding ‘no’.
Martin.
That’s pretty heavy equipment they’re toting, you want the crew to just go up four stories?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Well, I hadn’t…
Suddenly, we see none other than Millennium Pro Star Saki, the Kawaii Deathmachine, come skipping up to Robbie. Robbie forces a smile as Martin looks highly alarmed.
Martin
WOAH! This is a hospital, if you two start fighting in here the company could get in huge trouble.
Saki
That is not the intention of Saki.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Sure hope not, want some Pocky?
Robbie reaches into his pocket and pulls out the tasty little Japanese cookie sticks.
Saki
Don’t you try to act all cocky.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
I don’t mean to start off things all rocky.
Saki forces the same smile back at Robbie.
Saki
You think you’re gold but I know I’m platinum.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
I push rhymes so heavy the weight will flatten ‘em.
Saki
Wait, is this some Monkey Island insult battle?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Nah, I just think it’s clever prattle.
Saki
I think you’re big and dumb like cattle.
Robbie looks directly at Saki.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Purple.
Saki raises a finger, ready to respond, then halts, looking completely stymied. As she does, the bell for the elevator chimes and the door slides open.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Yo, look over there, by the front door, it’s something that rhymes with ‘purple’!
Robbie points and Saki turns, ignoring the elevator and wandering away. Robbie and the crew quickly enter as Robbie hits the button for the 3rd floor then starts mashing the ‘Close Doors’ button. As the door slides shut, Saki turns and rushes to make the elevator. Robbie thumbs his nose at her as the door closes. Robbie then turns to the camera.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
That’s that.
Martin
Kind of immature.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Saki? Yeah, a little.
Martin
Not what I mean.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Pssht.
The elevator chimes as the doors open. Robbie steps out into the hall and his face drops. The camera turns and we see three men dressed as the Adam West Batman, the Michael Keaton Batman, and the Christian Bale Batman.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Aw, man! Someone got here before us!
The three men turn and wave at Robbie. The Adam West Batman pulls back his mask to reveal Dusty Douglas! The Keaton Batman pulls back his mask to reveal Billy Danielson! The Bale Batman pulls back his mask to reveal Chris Constantine Jr.! All three members of Chimera Corps are dressed like Batman to visit sick children.
Dusty Douglas
Yo, Robbie, what’re you doing here?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
I’m here to grant wishes or some such to sick kids!
Chris Constantine Jr.
We were sent here by…
Everybody puts their fingers on their lips and shushes Constantine.
Martin
Some other promotion must have sent them.
Dusty Douglas
Hey, it’s cool, you can join in, I think there’s a Robin costume in the van.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
You got a van? And extra costumes! Man, you guys get all the good stuff when it comes to sick kids!
Chris Constantine Jr.
Well, we’re the premier stable in wrestling, so, yeah, we get some perks.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
You guys are hogging all the sick kids!
Dusty Douglas
There are plenty of sick kids to go around. I’ll take some sick kids, Chris and Billy can have sick kids, I’m sure one of these days you’ll have plenty of sick children all around you.
Robbie, sullen looking, shrugs.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Yeah, yeah I guess so.
Dusty approaches Robbie.
Dusty Douglas
Look, it’s the thought that counts, and I really like your sassy tank top.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
It’s the sassiest.
Dusty Douglas
You wanna do a quick duet before you go? I mean, sick kids love watching superheavyweight men sing tunes from over three decades ago.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
We’re not doing “Paradise Under the Dashboard Lights”.
Dusty Douglas
But that’s such a great duet!
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
I don’t care! I don’t care if I get to be Meatloaf this time, and I love being the ‘loaf. Eddie from Rocky Horror, the bad guy from Black Dog, Tenacious D’s dad, all dream jobs I had at one time or another, but no.
Dusty Douglas
Well, what do you recommend?
Robbie reaches in his pocket and pulls out a harmonica. Dusty’s eyes go wide.
Dusty Douglas
Wait, you mean…
The camera turns and we see a brass band accompanied by a guitar and bass enter the crowded hallway. They strike up a chord. The camera turns back to show Robbie and Dusty are now in matching black suits, fedoras, and Ray Ban sunglasses. Robbie starts to play his harmonica as Dusty belts out with his incredible pipes.
Dusty Douglas
She caught the Katy, left me a mule to Riiiiiiiiiiiiiide…
The opening lyrics to She Caught the Katy are quickly cut off by Martin, Chris Constantine Jr., and Billy Danielson as the camera pans to show them.
Martin
No, no, no! Save the whole Blues Brothers act for later.
Billy Danielson
Yeah, c’mon Dust, we’re here because of sick children.
The camera turns back and Robbie is back in his hot pink “SASSY” tank top and plaid cargo shorts while Dusty is back in his Adam West Batman costume. They look at each other and shrug. Dusty gives Robbie a back handed chop to his chest.
Dusty Douglas
Open chest!
Robbie rubs his chest as Dusty, Chris, and Billy all put their masks back on and go down the hall to entertain and interact with sick children.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Well, at least I look cool in my own mask.
Martin
Now what?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Hrmm. This is a hospital, there are plenty of sick people here, not just kids. Let’s find someone else to grant a wish for!
Robbie approaches a nurse who is waiting for the elevator.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Excuse me, miss? Where are the elderly people who are just about to keel over? The really geezery geezers, you know what I mean?
Robbie’s earnestness in asking this causes Martin to facepalm and the nurse to recoil somewhat.
Martin
I’m sorry, ma’am. This is Robbie Bourbon, he’s with Millennium Pro, and…
The elevator doors open and the nurse slowly backs inside silently. She quickly mashes the close door button.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Way to go, Saki.
Martin
That was not my fault!
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Look, down the hall the other way is the cardiac and heart health wing! I bet there are some really old people there who have some wishes, let’s go!
Martin
I’m not so sure…
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
I am so sure! C’mon, this’ll be fantastic! People will like it. sick kids are always taking up so much attention from us professional athletes as is.
Robbie casually marches down the hall and into the cardiac ward. A nurse at a desk looks up at Robbie.
Nurse
Hello, can I help you?
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Uh, yeah, we were sent here from Millennium Pro Wrestling, we’re here to visit with patients, make them feel well, do some Patch Adams kind of stuff.
Nurse
‘Patch Adams kind of stuff’?
The nurse looks about as confused as you probably do right now.
Martin
Yes, ma’am. This is Robbie Bourbon, he’s here in town for a match and wanted to visit some of his fans who couldn’t make it to the show.
Robbie’s eyes go wide as he looks at Martin.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
That’s a good one!
Robbie turns to the nurse.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
What he said!
Nurse
Okay, well, just be quiet and gentle. Some of the patients are sleeping.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Quiet and gentle! That’s me all day.
Martin
Not in the least.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Hushabee. Watch and learn, chum!
Robbie opens a random hospital room door in the cardiac wing. He jumps into it, out of view, and hollers.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
SURPRISE! I’M A MASSIVE MASKED MAN HERE TO MAKE YOUR DAY BETTER!
From within the room we hear a stunted gasp followed by the long distinct beep of a flatline like from most medical TV shows. Robbie slowly backs out, his eyes wide, and glances at the camera.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Uh, I think we need to leave.
Robbie looks back into the hospital room as nurses and doctors rush past him.
Robbie “MF” Bourbon
Sorry! Hope your wish was granted!
Singles Match
The Misery VS Bethany DriverThe Misery and Driver locked up in the middle of the ring, Bethany immediately taking the masked man down with an arm drag, charging in with a shotgun dropkick that sent him in the corner. Beth hit him with a running elbow, flipping him over with a snapmare and kicked him to the back of the head, taking a run to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and grabbing his head, leaping over the opponent with a somersault and connecting a seated neckbreaker, making the first cover of the match. Driver's strong start caught The Misery off guard. Add to it the fact that the man in black seemed to be slightly distracted by the anticipated presence of Cheesecake in the arena tonight, almost expecting the pink haired girl to show up at any moment and cost him the match and his "streak" (minus the match he intentionally lost on night one of Deep In the Heart against Kelsey Spencer), and you get why Bethany easily took control in the first part of this match, keeping the match to a slow pace, not letting The Misery use his speed to his advantage. She had him in a side headlock, he broke free with a couple of punches to the stomach and pushed her to the ropes, running right behind and connecting with an elbow to the jaw as soon as she rebounded back. He then took a run to the opposite side, followed by Bethany who caught him with a knee to the gut right after he hit the ropes, doubling him over and hooking his arms for the B.A.DDT (double underhook DDT). He was not the only one distracted though. Bethany as well was constantly watching her back from Hammerstein, a situation that had been protracting for weeks now, with the American Monster being a constant thorn on her side ever since they joined Millennium. And one of those momentary distraction allowed The Misery to turn things around with a kick to the stomach and a piledriver. He went for a cover, but Bethany kicked out in two. A stiff kick to the back after a snapmare caused Bethany to scream in pain. She arched her back, reaching for the top rope with her hand and using it to pull herself up. The Misery rested his knee to the back of her neck and pushed down, choking her on the rope. The blatant misconduct granted him a warning from the official, something The Misery didn't seem to mind at all. He kept nodding at the referee, mostly to distract him while The Manic slapped Bethany adding insult to injury, without passing on the chance to pull her down against the ropes once more. The round of boos from the capacity crowd caused the referee to turn around but, by the time he did so, The Manic had already let her go, pacing back and forth outside the ring and acting innocently. The Misery lifted Driver for a german suplex, keeping her pinned to the mat with a bridge for another near fall. Eight minutes in this contest and none of the competitors was having a clear advantage. Driver was having a good moment landing a series of quick strikes. Elbows and knees mostly, ending the sequence with a reverse side kick that left The Misery bent forward, perfectly positioned for a swinging neckbreaker. While he was seating, holding the back of his neck, Beth drove her knee to his face with her MurderGraps Drive-By, that wasn't enough to keep the mysterious man in a morphsuit down. She sent him against the ropes, going for a lariat ducked by The Misery who came back with a Yakuza Kick, following with a springboard moonsault for yet another near fall. Back and forth they went, both now fully focused on the opponent rather than on possible interference that seemed unlikely to happen now that the match entered what looked like his decisive part. A backdrop Piledriver from The Misery saw Driver saving herself with a foot on the rope and trying to get back on her feet, visibly stunned by the high impact move. The Misery didn't let her any time to recover, reaching her with a jumping knee in the corner and setting her up for the Bliss To Misery (Coast To Coast), continuing his impressive march here in Millennium. WINNER: The Misery BY: Pinfall (Bliss To Misery), 10:07 |
After a tough match with Bethany Driver, The Misery turns his attention to the audience as The Manic hands him a microphone. He observes the crowd who boo his very presence.
The Misery:
The Misery knows you’re here in attendance tonight, Cheesecake… so show yourself.
The mere mention of the pink-haired one's name has the fans of her home state starting up a Cheesecake chant - the very same chant from last week. Moments later, the girl casually strolls through the crowd at ringside, jumping the barricade and making her way over to fetch a microphone of her own.
The Misery:
Yes, that’s right… come on into The Misery’s ring and meet him face-to-face.
Remaining parked at ringside, she goes to speak, but can't contain her laughter as the Cheesecake chant becomes borderline-deafening. These Phoenix fans obviously elated to see their homegrown girl.
She brings her index finger to her lips in a motion that requests their silence. Once the level of noise is brought down to a manageable amount, Cheesecake takes her turn to speak.
Cheesecake:
Pretty good match ya had there. Ya know, I came here tonight expectin’ that ya wasn't gonna deliver on ya promise for a good performance, but I gotta tell ya… in all honesty? I ain't disappointed. Betcha don't hear that too often from the ladies, ehh?
The Manic snatches the microphone from The Misery’s grasp and charges over to the ropes, leaning forward against them like a police dog ready to attack.
The Manic:
Don’t you DARE speak to The Misery like that! He receives only praises from The Manic!
Cheesecake’s reaction is one of amusement, looking over her shoulder to some fans in the front row with a grin. Instead of responding to The Manic, she continues addressing the man in the ring. With her free hand behind her back, she begins pacing the floor of the ringside area.
Cheesecake:
I was worried leadin’ up to tonight. Thought my lil cheesecake prank mighta broken ya spirit. But it looks like ya just as calculatin’ as before… Good. That means I know for sure I don't gotta worry when I spill the beans with this announcement I have to make. And what better place to do it than right here in PHOENIX, ARIZONAAAAAA!?
The audience EXPLODES with excitement, causing the 19-year-old to jump up and down on the spot with bristling energy.
The Misery takes the mic back from The Manic.
The Misery:
Hurry up and make whatever announcement you need to make then climb in between these ropes so The Misery can kick you in the face.
Cheesecake:
Always resortin’ to violence… Lemme tell ya right now, I ain't steppin’ in that ring… not tonight.
She wags her finger back and forth.
Cheesecake:
But the good news is, you an’ these pretty peeps ain't gonna have to wait too long. I guess someone has been watchin’ everythin’ that's gone on, coz I got the call late last week… Millennium's hungry for Cheesecake! Boss lady offered me a big, fat, juicy contract… and ya know, mama loves gettin’ paid! The TL;DR of the sitch is… ya lookin’ at Millennium's newest star!
She throws her arms up in a victory stance, soaking in the adoration from the delighted fans in attendance.
The Misery:
Newest star, huh? Well, that’s great news for The Misery… because The Misery is like a black hole… and black holes just love to suck the life out of stars and eat them for breakfast.
Cheesecake:
Why don'tcha put ya money where ya mouth SHOULD be on that lil suit o’ yours, then? Coz I heard Millennium's got a pay-per-view comin’ up, an’ as far as I can tell, ya schedule's lookin’ like mine that night… wide open. What say ya leave ya girl at home so you an’ me can get in the ring and tango?
The Misery:
You’re saying you don’t want The Manic at ringside? What? Are you afraid of her?
Cheesecake:
Didn't want her gettin’ jealous, but if ya cool with her watchin’... I ain't got a prob if ya wanna bring her along.
The Misery stares at Cheesecake, tilting his head from side to side.
The Misery:
You’re playing games… but The Misery won’t play along. You’re trying your hand at some sort of reverse psychology tactic… therefore The Manic will be at ringside. However, The Misery would hate for you to feel like you’re alone in this war. So you may have whoever you’d like in your corner. That is if there’s anyone who would actually like to be your manager… The Misery knows about your past and how detestable you have been.
Cheesecake's pout slowly becomes a smile as she nods in agreement.
Cheesecake:
Okay. Okay… ya got yourself a deal.
The Misery:
That’s what The Misery likes to hear.
Cheesecake smirks, as The Misery and The Manic exit the ring with “Six Days of Silence” by Cripple Mr Onion plays in the background.
The Misery:
The Misery knows you’re here in attendance tonight, Cheesecake… so show yourself.
The mere mention of the pink-haired one's name has the fans of her home state starting up a Cheesecake chant - the very same chant from last week. Moments later, the girl casually strolls through the crowd at ringside, jumping the barricade and making her way over to fetch a microphone of her own.
The Misery:
Yes, that’s right… come on into The Misery’s ring and meet him face-to-face.
Remaining parked at ringside, she goes to speak, but can't contain her laughter as the Cheesecake chant becomes borderline-deafening. These Phoenix fans obviously elated to see their homegrown girl.
She brings her index finger to her lips in a motion that requests their silence. Once the level of noise is brought down to a manageable amount, Cheesecake takes her turn to speak.
Cheesecake:
Pretty good match ya had there. Ya know, I came here tonight expectin’ that ya wasn't gonna deliver on ya promise for a good performance, but I gotta tell ya… in all honesty? I ain't disappointed. Betcha don't hear that too often from the ladies, ehh?
The Manic snatches the microphone from The Misery’s grasp and charges over to the ropes, leaning forward against them like a police dog ready to attack.
The Manic:
Don’t you DARE speak to The Misery like that! He receives only praises from The Manic!
Cheesecake’s reaction is one of amusement, looking over her shoulder to some fans in the front row with a grin. Instead of responding to The Manic, she continues addressing the man in the ring. With her free hand behind her back, she begins pacing the floor of the ringside area.
Cheesecake:
I was worried leadin’ up to tonight. Thought my lil cheesecake prank mighta broken ya spirit. But it looks like ya just as calculatin’ as before… Good. That means I know for sure I don't gotta worry when I spill the beans with this announcement I have to make. And what better place to do it than right here in PHOENIX, ARIZONAAAAAA!?
The audience EXPLODES with excitement, causing the 19-year-old to jump up and down on the spot with bristling energy.
The Misery takes the mic back from The Manic.
The Misery:
Hurry up and make whatever announcement you need to make then climb in between these ropes so The Misery can kick you in the face.
Cheesecake:
Always resortin’ to violence… Lemme tell ya right now, I ain't steppin’ in that ring… not tonight.
She wags her finger back and forth.
Cheesecake:
But the good news is, you an’ these pretty peeps ain't gonna have to wait too long. I guess someone has been watchin’ everythin’ that's gone on, coz I got the call late last week… Millennium's hungry for Cheesecake! Boss lady offered me a big, fat, juicy contract… and ya know, mama loves gettin’ paid! The TL;DR of the sitch is… ya lookin’ at Millennium's newest star!
She throws her arms up in a victory stance, soaking in the adoration from the delighted fans in attendance.
The Misery:
Newest star, huh? Well, that’s great news for The Misery… because The Misery is like a black hole… and black holes just love to suck the life out of stars and eat them for breakfast.
Cheesecake:
Why don'tcha put ya money where ya mouth SHOULD be on that lil suit o’ yours, then? Coz I heard Millennium's got a pay-per-view comin’ up, an’ as far as I can tell, ya schedule's lookin’ like mine that night… wide open. What say ya leave ya girl at home so you an’ me can get in the ring and tango?
The Misery:
You’re saying you don’t want The Manic at ringside? What? Are you afraid of her?
Cheesecake:
Didn't want her gettin’ jealous, but if ya cool with her watchin’... I ain't got a prob if ya wanna bring her along.
The Misery stares at Cheesecake, tilting his head from side to side.
The Misery:
You’re playing games… but The Misery won’t play along. You’re trying your hand at some sort of reverse psychology tactic… therefore The Manic will be at ringside. However, The Misery would hate for you to feel like you’re alone in this war. So you may have whoever you’d like in your corner. That is if there’s anyone who would actually like to be your manager… The Misery knows about your past and how detestable you have been.
Cheesecake's pout slowly becomes a smile as she nods in agreement.
Cheesecake:
Okay. Okay… ya got yourself a deal.
The Misery:
That’s what The Misery likes to hear.
Cheesecake smirks, as The Misery and The Manic exit the ring with “Six Days of Silence” by Cripple Mr Onion plays in the background.
Singles Match
Heathen Jones VS Robbie "MF" BourbonThe Wednesday Night Wrecker, Robbie MF Bourbon, made his way to the ring to cheers. He’s the most humanitarian prick you'll ever meet and he’s scheduled to take on the Godless Heathen from the South. Heathen Jones stated earlier this week that he would not be at the show tonight; however, low and behold, through the curtain he came with Hickey in tow. She wasn't getting jerked around though. Infuriating the fans that once thought her a victim, she made the chain a more sensual extension of herself. It was all quite disturbing and, once Heathen had flopped himself up onto the ring apron, Bourbon gestured, “Sure, why not.” He rolled his eyes in his mask as the bearded creep walked on his knees to the corner and chained the filthy little girl to the ring post. Then, from the opposite corner, Bourbon crossed the ring picking up speed. A hip attack SMASHED Heathen chest-first into the corner. The referee called for the bell! Bourbon pulled Heathen backward, out into the center of the ring. After last week, now that she can only go so far, Bourbon knew to stay on Heathen. CollarxElbow tie-up, Heathen couldn't overpower his larger opponent, but he wasn’t allowing Bourbon to lift him either. He hooked the ropes with the heel of his foot once, as Bourbon went for a suplex; and he risked a wrist lock, to hook the rope inside his elbow, forcing the referee to separate them. Back to circling the center of the ring, Heathen snarls as Bourbon smirks. They know, Bourbon is much larger and Heathen is plain nasty, this is going to take some work. Back to the tie-up, Heathen was still muscled around, but he wasn’t making it easy on Bourbon. Nonetheless, Heathen was soon fired into the corner when all else had failed. Bourbon followed Heathen, smashing him against the turnbuckles with an Avalanche clothesline. Heathen stumbled backward into a reverse scoop slam. Bourbon couldn’t hold Heathen any longer than a two-count. Of course, Hickey was on the apron and banging the chain on the ring post. This attracted the referee, admonishing her. She also pulled Bourbon away, momentarily, because the massive masked mauler intimidated the referee; she wasted little time hopping down from the apron. As soon as it flashed on Bourbon’s brow, the precious seconds lost, it was too late. Bourbon was too large for Heathen to throw around though, and Bourbon launched Heathen at the referee and Hickey. Both leapt and dropped out of the way of Heathen's rebound. Huge back body drop! What elevation, for another two-count broken up again, by the filthy little nuisance on the outside. This time, she was tearing away at the strings of the top turnbuckle pad. The referee had to react, absolutely frustrating Bourbon. Bourbon's temper was with the referee and, as Bourbon cursed the official, neither saw Hickey drop down and back away. Grinning. Neither expected to be hammered into the corner by a cannonball splash either. Heathen buried his knees between Bourbon's shoulders, shoving him forward. Had Bourbon been a weaker man, the referee would have been squash and, Heathen made certain both paid for the sacrifice and salvation. Bourbon first, up and over backwards, flawless suplex. Heathen didn’t let up, he didn't go for a pin either, instead viciously stomping what soon became blatant joint shots. Elbow, wrist, shoulder, neck and head and then, stomping back down the otherside before the referee had bearing enough to put a stop to it. Heathen just dropped and mercilessly worked his left forearm back and forth, sawing at Bourbon's shoulders, neck and head until the referee pulled him off. At this point, Heathen took the referee by the nape of his neck, dragged him to the corner and, taunting with a smirk before, he bashed the referee's face into the corner. Not once, not twice, but until he was busted wide open and Bourbon broke it up. Broke it up, that is, that Heathen was warned from the floor that Bourbon was coming and fed the referee to Bourbon's corner clothesline. Heathen snatched Bourbon by the neck and strings on the back of his mask. Bourbon ate the exposed steel turnbuckle too and then crumpled in the corner a mess. Heathen crossed the ring, leaning over and shouting incoherent nonsense at Jared and Bea while Hickey threw the chain across Bourbon’s throat and choked him from the floor. Even banged up, Bourbon more than out muscled Hickey; he jerked her forward, bouncing her nose and mouth off of the top of his mask\head. Now, she was bleeding and, back to her recognized fetal position on the floor, crying at ringside. They say that when you have warred in the ring long enough, you find a sense of when the crowd changes. When the crowd popped, Heathen knew, he was going to turn to find Bourbon ready to floor him, but no; Bob Whiskey still looked sloshed hanging in the ropes. On the stage, though, in line across the entire ramp, the five Pierce Brothers stood. The Prince of the Piledriver in the center. Heathen had Bourbon, nothing these motorcyclists can do about that. “Let them come,” he taunted and dared. Heathen snatched Bourbon up and dragged him to the center of the ring. Knee to the midsection doubled Bourbon over and, as Heathen set him up for a piledriver, Bourbon snagged something from inside his boot as he was hoisted upside-down. Heathen showboated with a huge grin, taunting the master of the move, holding Bourbon long enough for him to make a hand adjustment and then, swinging his arm out wide for all to see before he stabbed the forked-end of his Halligan Tool into Heathen’s thigh. Dangerously close to the back of his own head. Heathen yelped out in pain as he dropped, immediately releasing Bourbon to roll away and get back up to his feet. Slowly. On the stage, behind the Pierce Brothers, Compton Security kept anyone else from rushing down the ramp. Heathen would pay for his actions against their official. Bourbon stalked behind his wounded opponent. The crowd was hysterical as Bourbon called for a chokeslam and then grabbed Heathen by his throat. As Bourbon brought Heathen to his feet, the decibel level in the building peaked. Feverish! Bourbon raised Heathen's feet as high as he could before driving him back down to the mat. The crowd roared, Bourbon's heart pounded in the back of his head, but as the crowd cheered, he amped up in the ring and… WHOA! ...Now, Bourbon realized the presence of the Pierce Brothers as four posted up on each side and Declan stepped up onto the apron. When their eyes locked, Declan set Bourbon at ease pointing to Heathen. Bourbon held his index finger up, requesting another minute or so and Declan obliged. Compton Security allowed a referee to dart to the ring just as Bourbon dropped the point of his elbow down into the tobacco crusted tight black curlies of Heathen's beard. Hooking Heathen's stabbed leg, Bourbon got a pinfall victory before jerking his tool from Heathen's thigh. Blood flew through the air several feet as the tool popped from the fatty tissues and skin. Clearly, Heathen had other matters to tend to and Bourbon raised his hand exiting the ring. He went through the ropes nodding to Declan before dropping to the floor and hopping the barrier to exit through the people. WINNER: Robbie "MF" Bourbon BY: Pinfall, 9:47 |
With Robbie MF Bourbon leaving through the crowd, Declan Pierce stepped through the ropes and circled the Godless Heathen from the South. Heathen Jones had rolled over prone, but hadn’t moved much since losing to Bourbon minutes ago. As the big biker’s steps got heavier and heavier, Heathen stirred. Then, he remembered and was soon seated and pulling himself backward as Declan approached undeterred.
Heathen shook his head emphatically and Declan simply nodded as he advanced. Heathen pointed to his gushing thigh, Declan shrugged with a smirk.
Declan Pierce:
Ain’t my problem, Bubba.
That is where Declan started though, stomping down hard on the wound. Heathen howled in anguish! Again, Hickey shrilled in fear on the outside. It startled everyone because of the way the arena allowed it to reverberate, but it didn’t stop the third and final crushing stomp. When Declan took hold of the ropes and then applied all of his weight, standing directly on the gash with the toe of his boot, it’s rumored a sissy “millennial” in the sixtieth row somewhere passed out. Go figure, right?
At that point, Heathen wasn’t going to stand so, Declan dragged him to the center of the ring, pulling under his arms.
Here we go, just like Heathen had attempted on (and before being stabbed in the thigh by) Bourbon, the Prince of the Piledriver brought everyone in attendance to a revving thunder. Then he threw his fist high into the air and calmed them to an idle, setting Heathen UP and dropping him DOWN! On his head.
Declan motioned for his brothers to roll out and there they left Heathen Jones, laid out, n the center of the ring.
Heathen shook his head emphatically and Declan simply nodded as he advanced. Heathen pointed to his gushing thigh, Declan shrugged with a smirk.
Declan Pierce:
Ain’t my problem, Bubba.
That is where Declan started though, stomping down hard on the wound. Heathen howled in anguish! Again, Hickey shrilled in fear on the outside. It startled everyone because of the way the arena allowed it to reverberate, but it didn’t stop the third and final crushing stomp. When Declan took hold of the ropes and then applied all of his weight, standing directly on the gash with the toe of his boot, it’s rumored a sissy “millennial” in the sixtieth row somewhere passed out. Go figure, right?
At that point, Heathen wasn’t going to stand so, Declan dragged him to the center of the ring, pulling under his arms.
Here we go, just like Heathen had attempted on (and before being stabbed in the thigh by) Bourbon, the Prince of the Piledriver brought everyone in attendance to a revving thunder. Then he threw his fist high into the air and calmed them to an idle, setting Heathen UP and dropping him DOWN! On his head.
Declan motioned for his brothers to roll out and there they left Heathen Jones, laid out, n the center of the ring.
Singles Match
Knox VS LeviThe young Levi didn’t seem too fond to fight Knox tonight. She didn’t hide that she would have rather fought Sephora, who costed her the chances to qualify to the final of the Junior Heavyweight Tournament on Riot. But that was a privilege reserved to her tag team partner Olivia Wythe in a match that will take place later on this show. Knox on the other hand had no qualms in hitting the Baby K with a straight punch to the jaw right off the bat, wrapping his arms around her head and squeezing her in a side headlock. Levi tried to push him away to break free but the Hackerman didn’t let her go, keeping the hold and taking the young rookie to the mat. Levi tried to wrestle her way out of it, opting for reaching the near ropes when she failed to find a way out of it. Knox granted her a clean break, quickly grabbing her arms and whipping her against the ropes, charging in. Levi ducked and sent him up and over the top rope, Knox landed on the apron and swung his right hand, once again dodged by the Baby K who hit him with her shoulder to the stomach, dropping him off the apron. She then left the ring, standing on the apron with her back turned on Knox and, as soon as he started to get up, she performed a beautiful Asai Moonsault. Winning over the initial hesitation, Levi was now bringing the fight to the Hackerman, using her speed to her advantage to dodge a spinning heel kick from Knox and bounce on the ropes with a springboard roundhouse kick, attempting a quick cover for a two count. She went for an irish whip, ending up once again in the corner after he countered her and ran toward her for a clothesline. Levi was quicker than her opponent and raised her boot kicking him on the face, She then lifted herself on the top rope and took flight with a crossbody, caught in mid air by Knox who dropped her back first on his knee. Picking her up, he connected a few knife edge chops and a knee to the gut followed by a snap suplex. He didn’t make the cover, mounting on top of the laying opponent and raining down a flurry of lefts and rights on her face, showing a very aggressive side of his personality. Dragging her back to her feet, he lifted her up and hung her upside down on the corner, kicking her abs and chest and eventually pushing the sole of his boot against her neck for an illegal choke, receiving a warning by the referee. Right when it seemed that Knox was in full control and could easily bring the win home, Levi found an opening with a springboard hurricanrana, turning the tides in her favor once again. She waited for him to get up, connecting a jumping knee to his chin and gaining momentum against the ropes, wrapping her legs around his waist and planting him with a wheelbarrow DDT. She then laid on top of him, hooking both legs for a deep cover that still wasn’t enough to keep the Hackerman down. Trying to brawl it out with Knox, although he was starting to show the first signs of fatigue, might not have been the best idea Levi could have, and it allowed him to regain control. A devastating uppercut sent Levi a few steps back, close to the ropes. Knox rushed in and launched himself into the opponent with a spear that sent both of them crashing outside. And there, something unexpected and somehow shocking happened. The Hackerman yelled at the timekeeper to get up and took his chair, folding it and driving it across Levi’s back, causing the referee to call the disqualification. As the bell rang, Knox stared at the opponent for a few long moments, before leaving the ringside with the chair still in his hand. WINNER: Levi BY: DQ, 10:10 |
Backstage as the Millennium Wrestling Enterprise Champion Christopher Kane is standing. The title is snug around his waist as he looks forward at the poster for his upcoming defense against Melissa Reeves. Chris doesn’t move his eyes from it before glancing around. He sighs before grabbing the poster and flinging it down the hallway. Glass is heard shattering on the impact as Christopher looks at the camera. He doesn’t say anything while ripping the title off of his waist, raises it into the air and walks off.
Singles Match
Rebecca Saint VS Dusty DouglasOne week ago Rebecca inflicted Dustin his first loss in Millennium, although in a tag match that doesn’t blemish #TheStreak, running now on an impressive 12-0. But despite having tamed the beast, allowing her tag team partner Rie Shimizu to pick up the win against Chris Constantine, she expressed on social media her concerns about stepping in the ring once again with the 35 years old rookie, accompanied to the ring tonight by Olivia Constantine. And they were well founded, as Dusty started this match with heavy strikes, immediately creating more than some difficulties to Rebecca, forcing her in the corner. The Murder Train sent her all the way across the ring with an irish whip, charging at her at full speed and crashing against her boot. Dusty was barely affected by this, going for a second splash attempt. This time Rebecca moved out of the way, trapping the opponent in the corner with a series of sharp kicks to the chest, knocking the wind out of the Big Nasty, who eventually fell to the mat. The eight years old veteran showed respect to the rookie, but that didn’t mean she’d let him intimidate her. Alternating hard kicks, confirming if there was any need her proficiency as a striker, and choke holds to wear the big man down, she was keeping full control of the match. A lightning fast combination, concluded with a scissors kick after doubling Dusty over with a reverse side knocked down the Murder Train. Rebecca moved behind him, locking him in a dragon sleeper and cutting the big man’s air supply. Douglas was desperately trying to break free, but Saint’s tight grasp wasn’t giving him any chance of an opening, and he began to fade out. The referee went to check on him, raising his arm and letting it fall. The fans started cheering as they saw Dustin failing to react a second time. For the third time Dustin’s arm was raised, but this time the Murder Train showed some life, stopping the fall and trying to drag himself to the ropes, following Olivia’s voice calling him. They were so far away, but slowly and with unspeakable struggle, the Big Nasty kept moving toward them. In an attempt to stop his sluggish yet constant march, Rebecca wrapped her legs around his torso with a body scissors. And it worked, at least until Dusty rolled on his stomach and with the last remaining energies pulled himself to his feet, carrying Rebecca on his back and stumbling backwards toward the corner, letting himself fall against it. Despite the impact, Rebecca was still hanging on, seemingly having the best out of Dusty who was once again on his knees. With a primal roar, he repeated the same move as before, and this time Saint lost her grasp. Quickly recovering, she went for a cover on the exhausted opponent who, somehow, still managed to kick out. The longer the match lasted, the more it looked like Rebecca could be the one breaking the streak, counting on a better cardio and condition compared to Dusty, who was breathing heavily, trying to recover leaning against the corner. Saint charged at him for a clothesline, but the Big Nasty countered with a STO out of the corner. He started building some offense, deadlifting the former multi time tag team champion for a german suplex. Rebecca groaned in pain and arched her back, getting kicked on the side by Dusty. He waited for her to get up, connecting another kick to the ribs before starting his flurry of quick palm strikes, stunning the Socialite and dropping her on the mat with a powerslam, following with a running senton and a pinfall attempt for a count of two. The Murder Train was now on a roll, squashing Saint in the corner and throwing her in the middle of the ring with a belly to belly suplex. He then went for a savate kick, but Saint crouched down and took him off his feet with a spinning sweep kick and a standing moonsault for another near fall. She stepped back, measuring the distance and knocking Douglas down with a stiff shining wizard. That was it, Rebecca was now waiting for him to stand up and connect with hee Saint-Hearted (Discus Lariat), but Olivia grabbed her leg as she started the spinning movement. This distracted Saint for one fatal moment: when she turned around, she walked right into Dusty’s The Killamajig (Double AA spinebuster) that gave the Murder Train a win in his toughest match in Millennium. WINNER: Dusty Douglas BY: Pinfall (The Killamajig), 13:10 |
Jason Hawk burst through the doors that lead to the hallway. His suit is wrinkled, and his hair is a mess. He marches down the hall swearing something to himself. He passes by some crew members that are laughing about something over a cup of coffee
Jason Hawk
You think this is funny?? Are you in on it as well? Haha! Yeah keep laughing at my expense!
He explodes at the crew members that look confused about Jason’s outburst
Jason Hawk
No, keep laughing! Laugh straight to my face if you are going to laugh at me.
Crew member
We didn’t...
Jason Hawk
I DID NOT ALLOW YOU TO SPEAK! Now get out of my way, you good-for-nothing little shits!
Jason leaves the crew members confused as they still don’t get what causes Jason’s anger. Angrier than ever before he keeps marching down the hallway. He reaches a door with Gianluigi Vaccaro’s name on it. Jason grabs the handle, but the door is locked. He keeps pushing down the handle in an attempt to open the door but to no avail. He starts knocking on the door but there is no answer. He knocks even harder but still no answer.
Jason Hawk
If you don’t open this door, I am never giving you that chair back!
At this point it should be obvious to Jason that there is no one inside but he still starts kicking the door. Jason backs up a few steps and prepares to dropkick the door but before he gets a chance to do it, he gets interrupted by Chloe Collins who has a microphone in hand. Immediately recognizing that he is a about to be on camera, Jason desperately tries to do something to fix his hair and wrinkled suit before forcing himself to smile.
Chloe Collins
Mr. Vaccaro had a business meeting to attend, but do you care to tell us what you are so angry about?
Jason Hawk
What business meeting is so important that he isn’t in when I need him. ME! His biggest star by far! How he hasn’t been fired yet is a mystery to me. He didn’t even bother informing me that I have a match tonight! How can I properly prepare when I didn’t know I was booked? The greatest streak in Millennium is at stake tonight. He is subtly staking the odds against me. What have I ever done to deserve this?
Chloe Collins
I can think of a few things.
Jason Hawk
Oh, you can? Please let me know then, because I can’t think of anything!
Chloe Collins
Firstly, there is the whole Rayven thing. But just last week you attacked a member of the audience. I think you should be happy that you are booked in the first place and not fired.
Jason rolls his eyes.
Jason Hawk
Who even asked for your opinion in the first place...?
Chloe Collins
You just did.
Jason Hawk
Whatevs... I am the man that gives people something to talk about. I don’t just talk a big game and then hide when it matters. I am not afraid to do controversial things that get Millennium its massive ratings to begin with. Imagine how boring this place would be without me. I do it because I am the best thing going. Look at the people I’ve beat since I’ve come back. Perhaps the most dominant Millennium champ we have ever witnessed couldn’t handle me. A current champion fell before my feet last week. There is absolutely no doubt about it. I am the best. And before you start about this whole cheating thing that has been going around. I don’t cheat. I simply outsmart everyone, which allows me to win. Therefor I am the best and you still don’t believe that, then I am just going to have to change everyone’s definition on what being the best is.
Jason stops to catch his breath but when Chloe tries to get another question in Jason is quick to interrupt.
Jason Hawk
But still I am not treated like the star I am. I’ve made them aware of it and written numerous complaints, but I still don’t have my own locker room. Why is it that I am still treated as an afterthought? And do not answer that because you are just as dumb as everyone else running this company.
Jason ends as he walks off. Chloe shakes her head as she watches Jason walk off.
Jason Hawk
Oh, and before I forget. Go tell Jennifer Yang I said hi. I would very much like to know how her dad is doing.
He motions for Chloe to go before he turns around kicks Gianluigi’s door one last time before he finally leaves.
Jason Hawk
You think this is funny?? Are you in on it as well? Haha! Yeah keep laughing at my expense!
He explodes at the crew members that look confused about Jason’s outburst
Jason Hawk
No, keep laughing! Laugh straight to my face if you are going to laugh at me.
Crew member
We didn’t...
Jason Hawk
I DID NOT ALLOW YOU TO SPEAK! Now get out of my way, you good-for-nothing little shits!
Jason leaves the crew members confused as they still don’t get what causes Jason’s anger. Angrier than ever before he keeps marching down the hallway. He reaches a door with Gianluigi Vaccaro’s name on it. Jason grabs the handle, but the door is locked. He keeps pushing down the handle in an attempt to open the door but to no avail. He starts knocking on the door but there is no answer. He knocks even harder but still no answer.
Jason Hawk
If you don’t open this door, I am never giving you that chair back!
At this point it should be obvious to Jason that there is no one inside but he still starts kicking the door. Jason backs up a few steps and prepares to dropkick the door but before he gets a chance to do it, he gets interrupted by Chloe Collins who has a microphone in hand. Immediately recognizing that he is a about to be on camera, Jason desperately tries to do something to fix his hair and wrinkled suit before forcing himself to smile.
Chloe Collins
Mr. Vaccaro had a business meeting to attend, but do you care to tell us what you are so angry about?
Jason Hawk
What business meeting is so important that he isn’t in when I need him. ME! His biggest star by far! How he hasn’t been fired yet is a mystery to me. He didn’t even bother informing me that I have a match tonight! How can I properly prepare when I didn’t know I was booked? The greatest streak in Millennium is at stake tonight. He is subtly staking the odds against me. What have I ever done to deserve this?
Chloe Collins
I can think of a few things.
Jason Hawk
Oh, you can? Please let me know then, because I can’t think of anything!
Chloe Collins
Firstly, there is the whole Rayven thing. But just last week you attacked a member of the audience. I think you should be happy that you are booked in the first place and not fired.
Jason rolls his eyes.
Jason Hawk
Who even asked for your opinion in the first place...?
Chloe Collins
You just did.
Jason Hawk
Whatevs... I am the man that gives people something to talk about. I don’t just talk a big game and then hide when it matters. I am not afraid to do controversial things that get Millennium its massive ratings to begin with. Imagine how boring this place would be without me. I do it because I am the best thing going. Look at the people I’ve beat since I’ve come back. Perhaps the most dominant Millennium champ we have ever witnessed couldn’t handle me. A current champion fell before my feet last week. There is absolutely no doubt about it. I am the best. And before you start about this whole cheating thing that has been going around. I don’t cheat. I simply outsmart everyone, which allows me to win. Therefor I am the best and you still don’t believe that, then I am just going to have to change everyone’s definition on what being the best is.
Jason stops to catch his breath but when Chloe tries to get another question in Jason is quick to interrupt.
Jason Hawk
But still I am not treated like the star I am. I’ve made them aware of it and written numerous complaints, but I still don’t have my own locker room. Why is it that I am still treated as an afterthought? And do not answer that because you are just as dumb as everyone else running this company.
Jason ends as he walks off. Chloe shakes her head as she watches Jason walk off.
Jason Hawk
Oh, and before I forget. Go tell Jennifer Yang I said hi. I would very much like to know how her dad is doing.
He motions for Chloe to go before he turns around kicks Gianluigi’s door one last time before he finally leaves.
Singles Match
Jason Hawk VS Megan RydellTag team partners one week ago, opponents tonight. Things certainly took a turn from Megan Rydell and Jason Hawk, but this didn’t seem to be a problem for either one of them. They knew their partnership was a one time deal and wasn’t meant to last, but they made the best out of it, getting a win against their rivals Tiffany Tompkins and Jennifer Yang. Jason was in his corner, waiting for the bell to start when his attention was caught by one of the fans sitting in the front row next to an old man, yelling at him if he wanted to beat him up in front of his father, like he did with Jenni last week. Hawk turned his head to answer the man, eating a Yakuza Kick from the younger Rydell. She pushed him away, sending him rolling toward the middle of the ring and climbed to the second rope, hitting a missile dropkick. Jason left the ring to catch a break, but Megan didn’t allow him to, hitting him with a suicide dive.Rydell was on fire tonight, rolling Jason back in the ring and climbing on the apron. He came at her swinging his fist, but she ducked and drove her shoulder into his mid section, jumping back into the ring with a somersault over the back of the bent down opponent and hit the ropes on the opposite side, running right into a jumping high knee from His Dying Majesty. The tides turned when Jason pushed Meg off the top of the turnbuckle, sending her crashing hard on the apron and then on the floor. He joined her outside despite the referee asking him to bring the fight back between the ropes, reaching her as she was standing up and driving her face on the apron, shoving her hard against the barricade, where he hit her with four knife edge chops before lifting her and resting her feet on top of the barricade, dropping her head first on the concrete. He smirked at Megan, who was down and not moving. A quick glance at the referee who ad started the count out and reached five already before picking up the opponent and rolling her under the bottom rope. He climbed the steps to the apron and went on the top rope. A sudden round of cheers from the Phoenix fans caught his attention. Turning his head, he spotted the former MWE Champion Jennifer Yang on the stage, staring at him with her arms crossed over his chest. Capitalizing on the disrarction, Megan launched herself against the ropes, shaking it and causing her opponent to lose equilibrium, landing on an awkward position. Rydell climbed the corner as well and flipped him over with a hurricanrana. The former Cloud Gate Champion got a two count out of a sitout jawbreaker/superkick combination. Hawk answered with a ZUUUUUUUUMA!!!!! (Running Riott Kick) that would have granted him the win if it wasn’t for Megan’s foot touching the bottom rope. The presence of Jennifer at the top of the ramp was making Jason nervous. He kept glancing over at her, expecting her to interfere at every moment especially after big moves such as the Wings Of Time (Spinning Impaler), wasting precious moments he could have and should have used to make the cover. Jennifer on the other hand didn’t seem intentioned to nothing but watching the match, staring daggers at Hawk but without getting involved in any way. Jason wished he’d realized it sooner when he got caught by Rydell with a schoolgirl pin. He kicked out in two and half, eating a rolling kick from Megan before he could even realize what was going on. And with him stunned, The Rainbow Chaser had the perfect opportunity to lift him and drop him on his head with the Beautiful Disaster, picking up a prestigious win. WINNER: Megan Rydell BY: Pinfall (Beautiful Disaster), 10:29 |
The lights suddenly go out for a long few moments before we see Saki sitting in the middle of the ring holding a teddy bear. The crazed woman smiles at everyone, and no one at once. Her voice is loud as if speaking with a mic, but none can be seen.
Saki:
Whisper in the dark and turn the foes all into toys
Lay there in your pain, and turn the blood into your joy
From what I see and what I know, it's all been boring lately
So what we suggest is a simple thing, come and play with Saki
She giggles and rolls her head, laughing a little and staring up at the lights before speaking again.
Saki:
War and love are all the same, blood and joy go hand in hand
No matter what you do, Hammerstein, nothing goes to plan
I hope you realize the truth, when you can’t make amends
When you look around to see all the plastic people are your friends
She gets up, hair hanging in front of her face, the bear on the floor.
Saki:
Just give in, don’t fight it and be happy
Because you can’t run, you can’t hide, come play with Saki
The lights suddenly go back out again, and when they finally flicker back on the bear is left in the middle of the ring, its head torn clean off.
Saki:
Whisper in the dark and turn the foes all into toys
Lay there in your pain, and turn the blood into your joy
From what I see and what I know, it's all been boring lately
So what we suggest is a simple thing, come and play with Saki
She giggles and rolls her head, laughing a little and staring up at the lights before speaking again.
Saki:
War and love are all the same, blood and joy go hand in hand
No matter what you do, Hammerstein, nothing goes to plan
I hope you realize the truth, when you can’t make amends
When you look around to see all the plastic people are your friends
She gets up, hair hanging in front of her face, the bear on the floor.
Saki:
Just give in, don’t fight it and be happy
Because you can’t run, you can’t hide, come play with Saki
The lights suddenly go back out again, and when they finally flicker back on the bear is left in the middle of the ring, its head torn clean off.
Singles Match
Saki VS HammersteinHammerstein wasted no time, crashing into Saki with a drive through the ropes as she was entering the ringside area. The American Monster pulled The Kawaii Deathmachine up and whipped her into the barricade, but missed an attempted splash as the smaller Saki moved just in time. As Hammerstein leaned against the barricade, trying to catch his breath, Saki grabbed a chair and climbed to the top turnbuckle. He turned just in time to take a flying chairshot to the head from Saki. Hammerstein fell to the floor, bleeding from a cut caused by the chairshot. Since this was a Hardcore match, with no countouts, The Singapore Mauler spent several minutes battering Hammerstein on the outside of the ring. Saki's weapon of choice was pretty much anything not nailed down. At one point, Saki took the high heel shoe off a fan at ringside and promptly tried to gouge The American Monster's right eye out with it. Hammerstein shoved his smaller opponent into the barricade, and walked away to try to regain his bearings. Saki recovered quickly and charged her opponent, but Hammerstein ducked his head between her legs, picked her up and hit a violent Alabama Slam on the floor. The crowd at Talking Stick Resort “OHHHHH'd” at the sound of Saki's body hitting the floor. The referee went to check on Saki, but Hammerstein grabbed him and tossed him into the ring steps, knocking him senseless. The American Monster pulled a table and a chair from under the ring and slid them under the bottom rope into the ring. As Saki lay on the floor clutching her ribs, Hammerstein set the table up against the turnbuckles then went after Saki. He rolled her into the ring, then followed her inside. Hammerstein grabbed the chair and waited for Saki to get to her feet. When she did, Hammerstein slammed the chair across her back. The Kawaii Deathmachine dropped to a knee, but got right back up. Hammerstein slammed the chair across her back again, knocking her to a knee again. Saki got to her feet quickly again, seething. Hammerstein's face showed a flask of unbelief, but he quickly replaced it with anger as he brought the chair across Saki's back again. The Singapore born brawler arched her back and yelled out in a mix of pain, anger, and determination, but stood her ground. The American Monster quickly hit the ropes and hit her with The POUNCE, which sent her crashing through the table in the corner. Hammerstein wiped the blood from his eyes, a cocky smile on his face. He pulled Saki to her feet and hooked her around the neck. Knowing what he was setting her up for, Saki struggled to block Hammerstein's finisher, but he drilled her in the ribs with a few hard right hands. As he picked her up for The Hammerstein, the Phoenix fans cheered wildly as Bethany Driver ran to the ring, steel chair in hand. Before Hammer could drop Saki on her head, Driver lit his back up with a wicked chairshot. Hammerstein immediately released Saki, who landed on her feet and fell against the ropes. The California native's back was bright red as he stumbled into the ropes. As Driver stood behind Hammerstein, holding the chair at the ready, Saki reached down and grabbed the chair Hammer had brought in the ring. As he turned around, he ducked, barely evading Driver's chair, but walking right into Saki's. Hammerstein staggered around on spaghetti legs and turned to face Bethany, who brought her chair down on his head. Fresh blood began dripping from Hammerstein's head as he fell to his knees, barely conscious. Driver and Saki looked at each other, raised their chairs, and swung them, catching Hammerstein's head in between them with a devastating Con-Chair-To. Hammerstein fell backwards, his legs still under him, and Saki covered him. Driver rolled out, grabbed the referee, and rolled him into the ring. The Phoenix crowd counted along with the referee as he made a slow three count. Saki rolled off Hammerstein and quickly got to her feet, watching Driver cautiously. The referee raised her hand and she exited the ring, never taking her eyes off Bethany. WINNER: Saki BY: Pinfall (Double Chairshot), 9:33 |
The fans cheer as Driver and Saki eyeball each other before Saki leaves the ring. Once Saki is in the back, Driver asks for a microphone. She walks over to where Hammerstein is laying and stands at his feet. She kicks the bottom of his boot as she begins to speak.
Bethany Driver:
Awfully quiet all of a sudden, Jacob. What’s the matter, nothing to say now? You can’t seem to shut up when you’re behind a keyboard, but when I’m standing over you in this ring, you’ve gone speechless… Get up! Get up and face me, Hammerstein!
Hammerstein slowly gets to his feet, but is definitely unsteady. Blood drips off the tip of his nose as he stares daggers at Bethany. Driver slaps him hard across the face. The crowd roars as the slap wakes The American Monster up. He begins to breathe hard and shake as he looks ready to explode. Driver doesn't flinch.
Bethany Driver:
That was for last week… Jacob… And this? This is for insulting my Mama!
Driver blasts Hammerstein with a wicked backhanded slap so stiff that could pass for a backfist blow. The backhand knocks Hammerstein on his ass against the ropes, where he sits, holding his jaw. Driver looks at Hammerstein's blood on her hand and smiles.
Bethany Driver:
Not looking so much like “The American Monster” now, are you Jacob? Nah. Right now… you just look like a little bitch to me.
The crowd cheers Bethany as she exits the ring. Officials check on Hammerstein, who angrily shoves them all away before rolling under the bottom rope to the floor. He curses at the fans as they mock him, even taking swipes at a few who reach out pretending to slap him. Millennium officials usher Hammerstein to the back.
Bethany Driver:
Awfully quiet all of a sudden, Jacob. What’s the matter, nothing to say now? You can’t seem to shut up when you’re behind a keyboard, but when I’m standing over you in this ring, you’ve gone speechless… Get up! Get up and face me, Hammerstein!
Hammerstein slowly gets to his feet, but is definitely unsteady. Blood drips off the tip of his nose as he stares daggers at Bethany. Driver slaps him hard across the face. The crowd roars as the slap wakes The American Monster up. He begins to breathe hard and shake as he looks ready to explode. Driver doesn't flinch.
Bethany Driver:
That was for last week… Jacob… And this? This is for insulting my Mama!
Driver blasts Hammerstein with a wicked backhanded slap so stiff that could pass for a backfist blow. The backhand knocks Hammerstein on his ass against the ropes, where he sits, holding his jaw. Driver looks at Hammerstein's blood on her hand and smiles.
Bethany Driver:
Not looking so much like “The American Monster” now, are you Jacob? Nah. Right now… you just look like a little bitch to me.
The crowd cheers Bethany as she exits the ring. Officials check on Hammerstein, who angrily shoves them all away before rolling under the bottom rope to the floor. He curses at the fans as they mock him, even taking swipes at a few who reach out pretending to slap him. Millennium officials usher Hammerstein to the back.
The camera cuts backstage. There we find NEON of The Happy Few. She appears to have brand new gear on as she rests on a bench just outside the locker room. There’s a particular look in her eyes, one that’s hard to decipher and read. Regardless, she begins to speak.
NEON:
私はこの試合について多くのことを言うために私の唇を開いていない。一部の人々はこれを異常として見るでしょう。私は通常、私の家族のボーカルメンバーです。
There’s a small pause as she lets out a sigh.
NEON:
でも正直に? 私は話す気分ではありませんでした。私の理由は何ですか? 多くの場合、話すことは無意味です。あなたは完璧な言葉を作り上げる時間を費やすことができます, 彼らは無視取得するためにのみ. あなたはそれが地面を打つ見て、あなたの心と魂を注ぐことができます。
She nods her head.
NEON:
そういうわけで私はあなたに多くを言っていない、またはあなたについて、ペニー。また、あなたはすでにこの試合の目的を知っています。それは前駆体です。妹と私はあなたのものを取るために来ています。期間。
NEON lifts up her hands and uses them to crack her neck. A loud, audible “pop” results. She rolls her neck around to test it out.
NEON:
だから、束を話すのではなく、私の拳は話すでしょう。
NEON nods once more.
NEON:
それだけです。
The camera starts to fade as soon as she is finished speaking.
NEON:
私はこの試合について多くのことを言うために私の唇を開いていない。一部の人々はこれを異常として見るでしょう。私は通常、私の家族のボーカルメンバーです。
There’s a small pause as she lets out a sigh.
NEON:
でも正直に? 私は話す気分ではありませんでした。私の理由は何ですか? 多くの場合、話すことは無意味です。あなたは完璧な言葉を作り上げる時間を費やすことができます, 彼らは無視取得するためにのみ. あなたはそれが地面を打つ見て、あなたの心と魂を注ぐことができます。
She nods her head.
NEON:
そういうわけで私はあなたに多くを言っていない、またはあなたについて、ペニー。また、あなたはすでにこの試合の目的を知っています。それは前駆体です。妹と私はあなたのものを取るために来ています。期間。
NEON lifts up her hands and uses them to crack her neck. A loud, audible “pop” results. She rolls her neck around to test it out.
NEON:
だから、束を話すのではなく、私の拳は話すでしょう。
NEON nods once more.
NEON:
それだけです。
The camera starts to fade as soon as she is finished speaking.
Singles Match
Sephora Eastwick VS Olivia WytheRevenge for Levi. That was the only drive Olivia needed walking into this match against the Empire Extreme Champion. It wasn't for the title, nor the prestige that would come by defeating a much more experienced wrestler, a champion nonetheless. She looked furious, standing on te corner and staring daggers at the tattooed champion, guilty of costing her best friend and tag team partner her spot in the Junior Heavyweight Tournament in last saurday's episode of Riot. The reason for that action are, to date, still unknown as the Belle Of The Brawl didn't gave any explanation. But this was no longer time for talking and, as the bell rang, Olivia charged full head of steam at the champion, taking her down with a Lou Thesz Press and unleashing her frustration with a series of punches right to her face. What Olivia didn't consider, perhaps too antsy to get her hands on Seph, was that this kind of match was right in the champion's alley, and Eastwick rolled over, switching positions and mounting now on top of Wythe, returning the courtesy. Her fists always seemed to find their mark, lefts and rights alternatively. When she was done, she stood up and looked down at the battered opponent, taunting her and the fans by pointing at her busted lip. She then raised her leg and mercilessly stomped her with all the strength she had, trying to put her away with a quick cover. Olivia's strength was the key to turn the match around, she only needed a chance to break Sephora's relentless offense. The Belle Of The Brawl had Olivia stuck in the corner, where she was kicking and stomping her, leaving her laying down with her back leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. Seph charged in with a cannonball, squashing her and climbing to the top rope, diving with a double foot stomp. Wythe rolled out of the way, quickly getting back to her feet and launching herself toward Eastwick, putting everything she had left in that lariat takedown. Both women were now laying on the canvas, recovering from these intense first minutes of the match. They got back to their feet pretty much at the same time, Olivia was quicker to connect with some jabs to the chin of her opponent before launching her against the ropes, flipping her in the air with a high back body drop. Not slowing down even a bit, the former powerlifter picked her up in a powerbomb position and dropped her down on her extended knee, making a cover for a count of two. As expectable with all the bad blood between the two competitors, this match was a hard hitting contest, and the fans where loving it. Sephora was able to shift the momentum back thanks to a thumb to the eye behind the referee's back, following with a superkick. Olivia answered a minute later with her Shining Wythezard after a Saito Suplex, underestimating the resilience of the Empire Extreme Champion who kicked out in two. The Princess' Cut should do the trick, that must have been what went through the rookie's mind when she charged in for her finishing maneuver. But Sephora had it scouted and found a counter for it, anticipating the opponent with a kick to the stomach and nailing her with a cutter. It was now her turn to stalk the opponent, ready to connect her Blue Light Special. That was when Knox made his presence felt, walking down the ring carrying the same steel chair he smashed across Levi's back earlier in the night. Tired of his games, Seph invited him to "Step the f**k up", turning her back to Olivia who grabbed Seph by the arm and spun her around for the Princess' Cut, making the cover and getting the pinfall victory. WINNER: Olivia Wythe BY: Pinfall (Princess' Cut), 8:58 |
After the break, "Very Ape" by Nirvana suddenly blasts across the arena, signalling the arrival of the Cloud Gate Champion herself, Tiffany Tompkins. It is out of the norm to see her outside of her regular wrestling gear, but donning a black tank-top under a leather jacket, black jeggings and a pair of converse shoes, she seemed very comfortable in what she considered her own personal equivalent of "formal attire". With a smirk on her face and the Cloud Gate championship around her shoulder, she made her way towards the ring, waving to the fans who more than welcome to her presence.
Bea Torres:
Well, it's been made official. Tiffany Tompkins will be defending the Cloud Gate title against the woman who pinned her last week, Meg Rydell. These two have been down each other's throats on social media for the past few weeks, but I guess the champ has a few words before her upcoming defense...
Jared Idol:
It's not often that we see Tiffany request the time to address the live crowd like this, so she must have something pretty significant to say. Maybe the new challenger has indeed got into her head?
Bea Torres:
I don't think that's the case, but I am interested to hear what she has to say.
Inside the ring, Tiffany holds the Cloud Gate title above her head proudly, much to the adoration of the fans, before she drapes it back on her shoulder and asks a ring attendant for a microphone. With the mic in hand, and as the music fades out, Tiffany motions to the fans for quiet, which they eventually do, allowing the champion to speak. Just before she does however, the fans suddenly pop up again, causing Tiff to let out a blushing smile. Following a brief chant of "Five Foot Death Kick", the crowd finally allow the youngster to say something...
Tiffany Tompkins:
Man, you guys are on fire tonight!
The crowd erupts, just as Tiffany expected, who can't help but let out another cheerful smile. She knows how welcome she is, and in a rare occurance, she is actually having fun with it. But now the moment of fun has to pass as Tiffany finally brought herself to the reason for her arrival.
Tiffany Tompkins:
You know, I know I've said this a few times now, but you have no idea how much you guys mean to me. I mean, when I first arrived here in Millennium, who expected that this little dumb blonde girl would go on to make such an impact in this sport? It still feels like only yesterday I was this star-struck kid chasing a dream that no one thought would ever become a reality. And yet here I am, a Meraki tournament winner, a leading actress for a huge upcoming show, a triple champion, and of course, your very own Cloud Gate Champion!
The crowd applauds as he proudly holds the title back over her head.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Now I don't mean to sound sappy or anything, but I've often talked about where I came from and how I became the girl I am today. Growing up in an orphanage...never knowing who my parents are...not having anyone in the world. I've never been as blessed as most wrestlers these days, but that never mattered to me, and neither should it matter to any of you. As long as you work hard and dedicate yourself to your passion, you will make your mark on this world, and I'm living proof of that. I've come from nothing, I've overcome obstacles, I've done the impossible, I've slayed giants, I've slayed monsters, I've proved myself time and time again and now I'm living my dream, and if anyone ever doubts that you can't live your dream, then you make it happen, because if I can do it, then as sure as hell you can do the same!
The passionate speech causes several members of the audience to raise to their feet in appreciation of Tiffany's words.
Tiffany Tompkins:
But enough about where I come from. Now it's time to look at where I'm going. I may be the Cloud Gate Champion, but since becoming the champ, I've learned that being the champ is only just the beginning. I want to make this title worth a damn. I've done that by defending it against Kelsey Spencer, I've done that by fending off that bastard Aries, and now here comes a new challenger. Megan Rydell. You talk like you're better than me, and now you've got the pinfall over me to back up that claim. But that's the issue. You don't think you can beat me, you know you can beat me. That little thought is buried deep into your mind right now, and the only way that's gonna change is if someone knocks it out of your skull. Well that's good for you, because you're about to step into the ring with someone who's pretty good at knocking the living shit out of people. Meg, you think you have me figured out. You think you're gonna make an embarrassment out of me. And people tell me to keep dreaming...
Slight laughter from the fans...
Tiffany Tompkins:
You held this title once before, and now you want it back. The problem is, unlike you, I have no intention of letting this title go anytime soon. I've earned this title, I've scratched, clawed and kicked my way to this spot, and you know what? This is only the beginning. I'm aiming to go as big and as high as I can possibly go in this sport, and there ain't anything that's going to stop me. Unlike you, I don't need to compare myself to anyone. There are no limits...
The Cloud Gate Champion is suddenly and rudely interrupted by the abrupt intro of "20/20" by Crown the Empire, followed by an echo of boos. In comes the challenger in question, Megan Rydell, with a smarmy grin on her face and a microphone in her hand. Tiffany rolls her eyes as she turns to see her challenger on the stage, who has a confident demeanor to her.
Megan Rydell:
Oh little Tiffany... You really don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you? Well I'm going to do all these people a favor and shut you up once and for all.
Tiffany clenches her fists as the boos rain down on the challenger, who is undeterred.
Megan Rydell:
I told you that I will beat you last week, and I did. I told you that I will bring the Cloud Gate title back where it belongs, and I will. And I told you that I will show the world how much of an embarrassment you really are. Well I hope you're prepared, because I'm about to.
The look of anger on Tiffany's face suddenly turns to confusion.
Megan Rydell:
You see, I did exactly what you cried so much about: I did my research. And my oh my did I learn a lot about you Tiffany Tompkins...or should I call you Tiffany Hudson?
A collective gasp can be heard from the crowd, as the look of confusion now turns into disbelief.
Megan Rydell:
What? You didn't think I'd go this far? Hudson was your surname before you were adopted, correct? Of course you were adopted; do you honestly think you'd be standing in that ring right now if you wasn't? You may have these people fooled, but not me. You claim to come from nowhere, but you were trained by some of the best wrestlers in the world. Heck, you're still squatting with your mentor to this day! And yet here you are claiming how you earned everything in your life while the stone cold truth is that you've been handed everything ever since you were adopted.
The scowl on Tiffany's face says it all, but the wink that Megan gives the champion indicates that she's far from done.
Megan Rydell:
And why is that? Why did all these people take a chance on you. Of all people, what makes you special? Well, let's just say I had a little peek down the "rabbit hole" and found out something that might explain it. You see, there's a reason why you were cast in such an important role in that Emerald Wonder series...there's a reason why you were given so many opportunities for that title you're holding right now...hell, there's a reason why you were given the chance to become a wrestler at all. About a year ago a little rumor came out that you immediately dismissed. Did you honestly think that you'd never hear about this again? Well, this is what happens when you actually do your research...
At this point Tiffany is trying to hold back tears, but the drop scurrying down her cheek proves how poorly she's doing.
Megan Rydell:
Aww poor little Tiffy. How does it feel knowing that you've been lying to these fans all this time? Telling them how you've earned everything on your own when you've been handed everything in your life? All thanks to dear Heather Lasiewicz?
Tiffany has heard enough. Ignoring the collective whispers in the crowd, Tiffany drops the microphone, throws herself out of the ring and marches straight up the ramp, where the challenger is waiting with a Cheshire Cat smile on her face. Tiffany seemed to be marching towards the challenger at first with the purpose of murdering her, but instead, she completely passes Megan and disappears off the stage. Megan, who just stood there as if she knew this was how the champion would react, simply giggled to herself before waving goodbye to the awestruck fans.
Jared Idol:
Wait...what just happened?
Bea Torres:
Did Megan just expose the Cloud Gate Champion?
Jared Idol:
Sounded like it. Did you know Tiffany was related to Heather Lasiewicz?
Bea Torres:
I don't know if that's true. I remember a rumor a while back but that's all it was. I guess we'll never know until we hear it from the champ herself...
Jared Idol:
Well one thing is for certain...if Megan Rydell wasn't in the champ's head before, she certainly is now.
Bea Torres:
Well, it's been made official. Tiffany Tompkins will be defending the Cloud Gate title against the woman who pinned her last week, Meg Rydell. These two have been down each other's throats on social media for the past few weeks, but I guess the champ has a few words before her upcoming defense...
Jared Idol:
It's not often that we see Tiffany request the time to address the live crowd like this, so she must have something pretty significant to say. Maybe the new challenger has indeed got into her head?
Bea Torres:
I don't think that's the case, but I am interested to hear what she has to say.
Inside the ring, Tiffany holds the Cloud Gate title above her head proudly, much to the adoration of the fans, before she drapes it back on her shoulder and asks a ring attendant for a microphone. With the mic in hand, and as the music fades out, Tiffany motions to the fans for quiet, which they eventually do, allowing the champion to speak. Just before she does however, the fans suddenly pop up again, causing Tiff to let out a blushing smile. Following a brief chant of "Five Foot Death Kick", the crowd finally allow the youngster to say something...
Tiffany Tompkins:
Man, you guys are on fire tonight!
The crowd erupts, just as Tiffany expected, who can't help but let out another cheerful smile. She knows how welcome she is, and in a rare occurance, she is actually having fun with it. But now the moment of fun has to pass as Tiffany finally brought herself to the reason for her arrival.
Tiffany Tompkins:
You know, I know I've said this a few times now, but you have no idea how much you guys mean to me. I mean, when I first arrived here in Millennium, who expected that this little dumb blonde girl would go on to make such an impact in this sport? It still feels like only yesterday I was this star-struck kid chasing a dream that no one thought would ever become a reality. And yet here I am, a Meraki tournament winner, a leading actress for a huge upcoming show, a triple champion, and of course, your very own Cloud Gate Champion!
The crowd applauds as he proudly holds the title back over her head.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Now I don't mean to sound sappy or anything, but I've often talked about where I came from and how I became the girl I am today. Growing up in an orphanage...never knowing who my parents are...not having anyone in the world. I've never been as blessed as most wrestlers these days, but that never mattered to me, and neither should it matter to any of you. As long as you work hard and dedicate yourself to your passion, you will make your mark on this world, and I'm living proof of that. I've come from nothing, I've overcome obstacles, I've done the impossible, I've slayed giants, I've slayed monsters, I've proved myself time and time again and now I'm living my dream, and if anyone ever doubts that you can't live your dream, then you make it happen, because if I can do it, then as sure as hell you can do the same!
The passionate speech causes several members of the audience to raise to their feet in appreciation of Tiffany's words.
Tiffany Tompkins:
But enough about where I come from. Now it's time to look at where I'm going. I may be the Cloud Gate Champion, but since becoming the champ, I've learned that being the champ is only just the beginning. I want to make this title worth a damn. I've done that by defending it against Kelsey Spencer, I've done that by fending off that bastard Aries, and now here comes a new challenger. Megan Rydell. You talk like you're better than me, and now you've got the pinfall over me to back up that claim. But that's the issue. You don't think you can beat me, you know you can beat me. That little thought is buried deep into your mind right now, and the only way that's gonna change is if someone knocks it out of your skull. Well that's good for you, because you're about to step into the ring with someone who's pretty good at knocking the living shit out of people. Meg, you think you have me figured out. You think you're gonna make an embarrassment out of me. And people tell me to keep dreaming...
Slight laughter from the fans...
Tiffany Tompkins:
You held this title once before, and now you want it back. The problem is, unlike you, I have no intention of letting this title go anytime soon. I've earned this title, I've scratched, clawed and kicked my way to this spot, and you know what? This is only the beginning. I'm aiming to go as big and as high as I can possibly go in this sport, and there ain't anything that's going to stop me. Unlike you, I don't need to compare myself to anyone. There are no limits...
The Cloud Gate Champion is suddenly and rudely interrupted by the abrupt intro of "20/20" by Crown the Empire, followed by an echo of boos. In comes the challenger in question, Megan Rydell, with a smarmy grin on her face and a microphone in her hand. Tiffany rolls her eyes as she turns to see her challenger on the stage, who has a confident demeanor to her.
Megan Rydell:
Oh little Tiffany... You really don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you? Well I'm going to do all these people a favor and shut you up once and for all.
Tiffany clenches her fists as the boos rain down on the challenger, who is undeterred.
Megan Rydell:
I told you that I will beat you last week, and I did. I told you that I will bring the Cloud Gate title back where it belongs, and I will. And I told you that I will show the world how much of an embarrassment you really are. Well I hope you're prepared, because I'm about to.
The look of anger on Tiffany's face suddenly turns to confusion.
Megan Rydell:
You see, I did exactly what you cried so much about: I did my research. And my oh my did I learn a lot about you Tiffany Tompkins...or should I call you Tiffany Hudson?
A collective gasp can be heard from the crowd, as the look of confusion now turns into disbelief.
Megan Rydell:
What? You didn't think I'd go this far? Hudson was your surname before you were adopted, correct? Of course you were adopted; do you honestly think you'd be standing in that ring right now if you wasn't? You may have these people fooled, but not me. You claim to come from nowhere, but you were trained by some of the best wrestlers in the world. Heck, you're still squatting with your mentor to this day! And yet here you are claiming how you earned everything in your life while the stone cold truth is that you've been handed everything ever since you were adopted.
The scowl on Tiffany's face says it all, but the wink that Megan gives the champion indicates that she's far from done.
Megan Rydell:
And why is that? Why did all these people take a chance on you. Of all people, what makes you special? Well, let's just say I had a little peek down the "rabbit hole" and found out something that might explain it. You see, there's a reason why you were cast in such an important role in that Emerald Wonder series...there's a reason why you were given so many opportunities for that title you're holding right now...hell, there's a reason why you were given the chance to become a wrestler at all. About a year ago a little rumor came out that you immediately dismissed. Did you honestly think that you'd never hear about this again? Well, this is what happens when you actually do your research...
At this point Tiffany is trying to hold back tears, but the drop scurrying down her cheek proves how poorly she's doing.
Megan Rydell:
Aww poor little Tiffy. How does it feel knowing that you've been lying to these fans all this time? Telling them how you've earned everything on your own when you've been handed everything in your life? All thanks to dear Heather Lasiewicz?
Tiffany has heard enough. Ignoring the collective whispers in the crowd, Tiffany drops the microphone, throws herself out of the ring and marches straight up the ramp, where the challenger is waiting with a Cheshire Cat smile on her face. Tiffany seemed to be marching towards the challenger at first with the purpose of murdering her, but instead, she completely passes Megan and disappears off the stage. Megan, who just stood there as if she knew this was how the champion would react, simply giggled to herself before waving goodbye to the awestruck fans.
Jared Idol:
Wait...what just happened?
Bea Torres:
Did Megan just expose the Cloud Gate Champion?
Jared Idol:
Sounded like it. Did you know Tiffany was related to Heather Lasiewicz?
Bea Torres:
I don't know if that's true. I remember a rumor a while back but that's all it was. I guess we'll never know until we hear it from the champ herself...
Jared Idol:
Well one thing is for certain...if Megan Rydell wasn't in the champ's head before, she certainly is now.
Singles Match
Duke Andrews VS JavenChristian Michaels accompanied his brother to the ring for this match against his former friend Duke Andrews. Contrary to him, Javen didn’t seem to have any problem with their former trio partner, meeting him in the middle of the ring for a fist bump before starting to square off and lock horns with him in a test of strength that saw Andrews coming out on top, overpowering Javen into the corner and holding him there, taking the chance to throw some insults to CM outside the ring. The referee separated them, and Duke quickly went for a big right hand, ending up in the corner himself after Javen ducked it. The McMillion dropped a few punches to the top of Andrews’ head, kicking him in the stomach before grabbing his arm for an irish whip, reversed by Michigan’s favorite son who once again swung a right punch as Javen rebounded back, missing the target. The Jackson born turned his opponent around, kicked him in the mid section and placed his head under Duke’s chin, dropping to a seated position knocking him down with a chin breaker, stunning Andrews but failing to knock him down. A single leg dropkick did the trick, pushing Duke out of the ring, close to Christian’s position. And Javen’s older brother didn’t waste chance to talk some trash. The action moved back into the ring, and Duke turned things around when he almost decapitated Javen with a discus lariat. He picked him up, drove the knees onto his chest three times before lifting him from his feet and carried him across the ring, positioning himself in front of a CM before tossing his brother backwards with a fallaway slam. As Javen was getting up. Duke clubbed him on the back and dropped him down once again, following with a kick to the ribs. Eventually, a few stomps later, he picked Javen up and tossed him to the ropes, waiting for him to come back. Which never happened, as Javen hooked his arms to the ropes stopping his momentum. Duke charged in and found himself out of the ring after the McMillion lowered the bottom rope. Javen gained some speed and went for a baseball slide, but Andrews avoided the impact and tossed the opponent against th barricade, immediately lifting him and powerbombing him on the apron, sliding him back in the ring and making the cover. Javen kicked out in two. Duke was keeping control, blocking Javen in the corner and punching him in the ribs with lefts and rights. He lifted him onto the turnbuckle, reaching him for a superplex. Javen fought back, connecting a few direct shots to the jaw, eventually dropping him down with a headbutt. Quickly, Javen dove from the top rope for the Javenation (Swanton Bomb) picking up a two count. As Duke stood up, Javen quickly hit him with a mid kick, setting him up for the Javen Effect, the regular version of the Twist Of Fate used by his brother Christian. Andrews countered it, pushing Javen away and, as soon as he turned around, hit him with a fire quick right and left combination, following with a kick to the leg and a backfist, before taking him down with a roaring lariat. He made the cover, but Javen kicked out in two. Duke started arguing with the referee, complaining about a slow count and he almost paid for it, as Simon nailed him with the Javen Effect. Shick and disbelief on both the McMillions faces as Andrews kicked out just in the nick of time. On his knees, Javen was staring at the referee, asking him how in the world Andrews could've kicked out of it. Duke in the meantime crawled into the corner, a few steps away from CM. Their eyes met for an intense staredown, until Duke cracked a devious smile and reached with his hand inside his boot, digging through and pulling out something of it. Or did he? Christian wasn't taking any chance and got the referee's and Javen's attention, jumping on the apron and warning them about Duke's shenanigans. The referee tried to calm him down and convince him to get off the apron, Javen was shaking his head telling him that Duke would never do such a thing to him. What Duke did instead was to grabbing a hold of Javen's trunks and pull, sending him face first against the protective pad on the top turnbuckle, crawling through his legs and rolling him over, keeping his shoulders down for a count of three. WINNER: Duke Andrews BY: Pinfall (Schoolboy Pin), 11:10 |
And here we are backstage where the every perky and positive Penelope Kaplan, one half of the MWE Tag Team Champions, is standing by, her hands planted firmly on her curvy hips and she’s shaking her head with a big frown on her pretty face.
Penny Kaplan:
So was anyone going to tell NEON, aka Tiny Dragon that she isn’t the shortest in this match? HMM? Did anyone think that her AVERAGE HEIGHT of 5’6” meant she could be called tiny, in a HUGE AFFRONT to anyone under that height, like ME at only 5’4”?
Penny throws her hands in the air and gestures at herself.
Penny Kaplan:
And of course, she’s all cute and perky too! UGH.
Then Penny bursts out laughing, and shakes her head, blonde hair flying and landing to lie in thick curls against her pink and spangly gear.
Penny Kaplan:
Now how silly was that? See, that’s what happens if someone does no research, no scouting an opponent, and just tries to read a book by its cover. And I know, I get wrapped up in things, like waxing eloquently about the quality cakes that we have here in the Millennium Catering area. I get excited, carried away even, and I’m fine with that. It’s a part of who I am, to look at life with a ferocious joy and want to wring every drop of happiness out of it, no matter what happens.
A sigh, and she looks up to the ceiling as if requesting some strength, or backup.
Penny Kaplan:
The thing is, that’s how a good portion of wrestlers are. They’re sullen, trite, and lazy when it comes to finding out who they’re actually facing. That’s how I end up getting called things like ‘cute but not fighty enough’ or my personal favorite ‘she’s so fat how is she a high flyer’. Because looks are the first thing a lot of people attack because it’s easy and they’re lazy and they figure they’re going to get a hot response, even if it’s not the one they hoped for. They want to get in the head, under the skin, press buttons. The thing is, I’m fine with how I look. I’m not one of the rail thin model types. I don’t have a .02 percent body fat whatchamajig.
Penny sticks her hand up.
Penny Kaplan:
The Happy Few, are dangerous as a whole and individually. Jet didn’t sleep on OMI, and I’m not sleeping on NEON. I may not win tonight, and no, that’s not a defeatist attitude Mr Podcast Man in the back. It’s realistic because nobody, and I mean nobody wins all the time. But what I can promise is, that I’m going to go toe to toe with NEON and show her that while she might be a Tiny Dragon, I’m a little bad booty Penny and I’m going to stomp her lots. ENJOY!
Penny waves and bounces out of the shot, leaving the camera focused on where she’d been standing.
Penny Kaplan:
So was anyone going to tell NEON, aka Tiny Dragon that she isn’t the shortest in this match? HMM? Did anyone think that her AVERAGE HEIGHT of 5’6” meant she could be called tiny, in a HUGE AFFRONT to anyone under that height, like ME at only 5’4”?
Penny throws her hands in the air and gestures at herself.
Penny Kaplan:
And of course, she’s all cute and perky too! UGH.
Then Penny bursts out laughing, and shakes her head, blonde hair flying and landing to lie in thick curls against her pink and spangly gear.
Penny Kaplan:
Now how silly was that? See, that’s what happens if someone does no research, no scouting an opponent, and just tries to read a book by its cover. And I know, I get wrapped up in things, like waxing eloquently about the quality cakes that we have here in the Millennium Catering area. I get excited, carried away even, and I’m fine with that. It’s a part of who I am, to look at life with a ferocious joy and want to wring every drop of happiness out of it, no matter what happens.
A sigh, and she looks up to the ceiling as if requesting some strength, or backup.
Penny Kaplan:
The thing is, that’s how a good portion of wrestlers are. They’re sullen, trite, and lazy when it comes to finding out who they’re actually facing. That’s how I end up getting called things like ‘cute but not fighty enough’ or my personal favorite ‘she’s so fat how is she a high flyer’. Because looks are the first thing a lot of people attack because it’s easy and they’re lazy and they figure they’re going to get a hot response, even if it’s not the one they hoped for. They want to get in the head, under the skin, press buttons. The thing is, I’m fine with how I look. I’m not one of the rail thin model types. I don’t have a .02 percent body fat whatchamajig.
Penny sticks her hand up.
Penny Kaplan:
The Happy Few, are dangerous as a whole and individually. Jet didn’t sleep on OMI, and I’m not sleeping on NEON. I may not win tonight, and no, that’s not a defeatist attitude Mr Podcast Man in the back. It’s realistic because nobody, and I mean nobody wins all the time. But what I can promise is, that I’m going to go toe to toe with NEON and show her that while she might be a Tiny Dragon, I’m a little bad booty Penny and I’m going to stomp her lots. ENJOY!
Penny waves and bounces out of the shot, leaving the camera focused on where she’d been standing.
Singles Match
NEON VS Penelope KaplanAfter last week's confrontation that saw Jet Blanchard scoring a win on OMI, the saga between The Happy Few and Jetpack saw another chapter unfolding here in Phoenix as NEON took on Penny. The match started with the two contenders locking up, trying to outwrestle the other. They traded holds, until NEON took the opponent down and wrapped her legs around her waist with a body scissors, trying to lock her in a rear naked choke. Kaplan grabbed her foot and forced the break, applying a sort of modified leg lock NEON struggled to find a way out of. She eventually succeeded. Getting back to her feet and applying a waistlock. Standing switch and the tables were turned, with the Tag Team Champion lifting the opponent and dropping her on her back with a german suplex. The happy-go-lucky blonde rallied up the Jetpack nation, inviting them to cheer for her. The fans didn't let her down, starting a loud "Jetpack 4 Eva" chant that didn't seem to bother the laser focused NEON too much. The japanese raised her hand, luring PenPen in for a lock up that never happened since NEON kicked her on the flank. This didn't win her any new fan, but it gave her the opportunity to build some offense, alternating left and right kicks to the ribs with quick jabs to the jaw. Strike after strike, Penny found herself with her back against the corner and the Tiny Dragon giving her no break with a series of chops to the chest before grabbing her wrist for an irish whip. Penelope reversed it, sending NEON crashing back first against the corner. She then charged in, leping and landing with her foot on her thighs, tossing her all the way across the ring with a monkey flip. As soon as she got up, Kaplan sent her once again in the conrner with a dropkick. Shaking her head, NEON left the ring to rethink her strategy. The small break worked well for her, as she managed to get in control once the fight resumed. A knee to the stomach lead to her trademark flurry of palm strikes, leaving Penny stunned. After the Shatter-Shock (Suplex Positioned Knee Strike), NEON made the cover, but the champ kicked out. Penny's reaction was immediate, and came in the form of forearm strikes that opened her the way to a snap suplex. Penny floated right into a cover, but NEON raised a shoulder. It was a very even contest, the member of The Few getting the upper hand when the pace picked up and Penny trying to slow her down. Sent against the ropes, NEON anticipated Penny's intention for a back body drop with a running spike ddt, jumping on the the top rope and diving backwards landing on her with the Umeda Skyline (Best Moonsault Ever). It still wasn't enough to keep her down. NEON was now in control, relying primarily on her striking ability, with swift kicks and direct punches. She seemed ready to suplex the tag team champion, who countered with a snap suplex of her own. NEON was quickly back on her feet, eating a lariat that knocked her down. Once again she popped back up, this time it was dropkick that sent her back on the mat. The fans started soming back to life, getting behind the blonde girl. NEON pulled herself up and charged at the opponent who ducked her attempt and, as soon as the Tiny Dragon turned around, she caught her with a cutter. Climbing on the top rope, Penny jumped off with a splash, landing on top of NEON and hooking the leg for the umpteenth near fall of this match. The two women met in the middle of the ring and brawled it out, and it was Penny who came out on top, connecting a series of strikes to the jaw and a knee to the mid section, bending her over and hitting the ropes, ready to put an end to this match with her Penelope Code. But NEON was waiting for it, moving out of the way and sliding behinde her back, lifting and dropping her backwards with the Ketsueki Toll (Bridging Dragon Suplex) scoring a win at the end of a great match, appetizer of what we will see at the PPV in two weeks. WINNER: NEON BY: Pinfall (Ketsueki Toll), 13:12 |
The camera’s view comes into focus.
A ring of candles, throwing flickering orange lights around. Sitting in the center of them is Rie Shimizu, sitting on her knees, head bowed. Atop her head is Homare Kato’s cap, and around her shoulders is his frayed cape. The same thing she wore when she went into battle against Chris Constantine Jr. at Deep In The Heart.
The same thing she wore when she failed.
But fortunes had changed, circumstances had changed.
She takes out her cell phone, opening the same translation app she used to converse with Rebecca Saint, and spoke into it. When she finished she held it up, letting the app translate her words.
Rie Shimizu:
I am fortunate to have met someone with honor. Thanks to Rebecca Saint, I was able to finally stand against the odds Chris Constantine stacks in his favor, because he knows he can’t thrive on his own without them. Without Rebecca I would be in a hospital bed, just like Kato was. But together we were able to defeat him and Douglas, and now I have Constantine in a match where no one can help him.
She looks ahead and bows her head to the camera, speaking into the phone again.
Rie Shimizu:
So thank you, Rebecca Saint.
Looking back to the camera, expression growing determined. She speaks into her phone once more, quickly, before holding it out again.
Rie Shimizu:
Now, after everything, Chris Constantine will be held accountable for his sins. His arrogant words, his cheating, his assault on Kato. He will finally learn to regret the things he has done.
She pauses, lost in thought for a few moments, looking around the room she is in. When she next speaks, it is in a lower, more sad voice.
Rie Shimizu:
All of this has distracted me for so long from what I’m here to do. I can’t hold the departed in my heart, to acknowledge them and gain victory for them, when my heart is clouded with hate. Tonight, when I leave that cage, I will be leaving that hateful heart behind me. So I can once again speak to those gone with all my heart and soul, to never forget them again.
Another pause, as she reaches up and runs a finger along the cap on her head, speaking into the phone as she does.
Rie Shimizu:
With Kato at my side again, I will be able to do that. But, with him gone, I tried to compensate I think. I tried too hard.
With that she removes the cap from her head, laying it on her lap as she reaches to her shoulders and unclasps the cape, similarly laying it on her lap. She speaks into the phone again, somber.
Rie Shimizu:
I have to finish this, but as Rie. Not wearing pieces of Kato’s clothing, trying to hold aspects of him in me. It won’t work. It already failed. So I will do this as myself. And afterwards, I will be able to look ahead again. To the path where I honor the departed, Kato at my side, and a new friend gained in Rebecca. It is a nice future. But first, Constantine will be defeated.
She stands now, folding the cape and leaving it in the center of the candles before placing the cap on top of it. She then looks forward at the camera, that determination returning to her face. She speaks into her phone once more.
Rie Shimizu:
Chris Constantine, who thinks the world is his to do with as he pleases, so obsessed with his own success that he’ll do anything to anyone to cover his flaws and elevate himself. Drenched in sins, he does not care, his heart only filled with love for himself and his need to do whatever it takes to succeed. He thinks himself invincible, thinks me as less than nothing, that he will find a way to cheat again. His heart is certain of that.
Her last words are cold, determined, and ready, translated flatly by the app.
Rie Shimizu:
I will break that corrupted heart of his.
One last look into the camera, and then she steps over the candles, not snuffing them out as is tradition, instead departing the room without fanfare. The camera stays on the circle of candles, Kato’s cap and cape sat in the center, slowly zooming in on them.
And then, without a sound, a hand reaches down.
A man’s hand, it grasps the cap, and picks it up with a swiftness, the wind blowing out from that enough to snuff the candles out, plunging the view into darkness.
A single proud laugh is heard, and then nothing.
A ring of candles, throwing flickering orange lights around. Sitting in the center of them is Rie Shimizu, sitting on her knees, head bowed. Atop her head is Homare Kato’s cap, and around her shoulders is his frayed cape. The same thing she wore when she went into battle against Chris Constantine Jr. at Deep In The Heart.
The same thing she wore when she failed.
But fortunes had changed, circumstances had changed.
She takes out her cell phone, opening the same translation app she used to converse with Rebecca Saint, and spoke into it. When she finished she held it up, letting the app translate her words.
Rie Shimizu:
I am fortunate to have met someone with honor. Thanks to Rebecca Saint, I was able to finally stand against the odds Chris Constantine stacks in his favor, because he knows he can’t thrive on his own without them. Without Rebecca I would be in a hospital bed, just like Kato was. But together we were able to defeat him and Douglas, and now I have Constantine in a match where no one can help him.
She looks ahead and bows her head to the camera, speaking into the phone again.
Rie Shimizu:
So thank you, Rebecca Saint.
Looking back to the camera, expression growing determined. She speaks into her phone once more, quickly, before holding it out again.
Rie Shimizu:
Now, after everything, Chris Constantine will be held accountable for his sins. His arrogant words, his cheating, his assault on Kato. He will finally learn to regret the things he has done.
She pauses, lost in thought for a few moments, looking around the room she is in. When she next speaks, it is in a lower, more sad voice.
Rie Shimizu:
All of this has distracted me for so long from what I’m here to do. I can’t hold the departed in my heart, to acknowledge them and gain victory for them, when my heart is clouded with hate. Tonight, when I leave that cage, I will be leaving that hateful heart behind me. So I can once again speak to those gone with all my heart and soul, to never forget them again.
Another pause, as she reaches up and runs a finger along the cap on her head, speaking into the phone as she does.
Rie Shimizu:
With Kato at my side again, I will be able to do that. But, with him gone, I tried to compensate I think. I tried too hard.
With that she removes the cap from her head, laying it on her lap as she reaches to her shoulders and unclasps the cape, similarly laying it on her lap. She speaks into the phone again, somber.
Rie Shimizu:
I have to finish this, but as Rie. Not wearing pieces of Kato’s clothing, trying to hold aspects of him in me. It won’t work. It already failed. So I will do this as myself. And afterwards, I will be able to look ahead again. To the path where I honor the departed, Kato at my side, and a new friend gained in Rebecca. It is a nice future. But first, Constantine will be defeated.
She stands now, folding the cape and leaving it in the center of the candles before placing the cap on top of it. She then looks forward at the camera, that determination returning to her face. She speaks into her phone once more.
Rie Shimizu:
Chris Constantine, who thinks the world is his to do with as he pleases, so obsessed with his own success that he’ll do anything to anyone to cover his flaws and elevate himself. Drenched in sins, he does not care, his heart only filled with love for himself and his need to do whatever it takes to succeed. He thinks himself invincible, thinks me as less than nothing, that he will find a way to cheat again. His heart is certain of that.
Her last words are cold, determined, and ready, translated flatly by the app.
Rie Shimizu:
I will break that corrupted heart of his.
One last look into the camera, and then she steps over the candles, not snuffing them out as is tradition, instead departing the room without fanfare. The camera stays on the circle of candles, Kato’s cap and cape sat in the center, slowly zooming in on them.
And then, without a sound, a hand reaches down.
A man’s hand, it grasps the cap, and picks it up with a swiftness, the wind blowing out from that enough to snuff the candles out, plunging the view into darkness.
A single proud laugh is heard, and then nothing.
Singles Match
Cage Match
Rie Shimizu VS Chris Constantine JuniorCage Match
This is it, the final act of a rivalry that has been going on for weeks now. “For Kato”. That’s what the t-shirt Rie was wearing when she walked to the ring read, obviously if you could read japanese. Her manager wasn’t here tonight, still recovering from the brutal attack he fell victim before Deep In The Heart by the hands of Chris Constantine Junior and his wife Olivia. This need for a revenge is what kept her fighting throughout all these weeks, despite the odds stacked against her, despite being constantly outnumbered and screwed over by the Chimera Corps, at least until she found unexpected help in Rebecca Saint, the only one standing up for Rie and fighting by her side, getting that win in a tag match last week that lead us here tonight in the main event of From The Ashes. One on one against Chris in a cage match, with nowhere from him to go and no chance for anyone else to interfere. The excitement of the crowd was palpable as the cage was being lowered. Chris gave a concerned look at the structure surrounding them, while Rie was standing in the corner, her head lowered and her eyes closed in what seemed to be a silent prayer. The bell rang, the two competitors stared at each other in the opposite corners. Rie rushed to Chris and he did the same, meeting in the middle of the ring trading right hands for thirty seconds. Rie came out on top of the exchange, stunning Chris with a few more quick jabs to the jaw before grabbing him by the back of the head and running to the opposite side of the ring, driving him face first against the cage. Constantine blocked her attempt by grabbing the cage with both hands and pushing back. Shimizu gave it another try with the same outcome, only this time Chris followed with a punch straight to her face. With pummeling blows to the back, he dropped the young japanese to her knees, kicking her hard on the chest and making a pinfall attempt, getting a two count out of it. He pulled her up by the hair, approaching the ropes with the worst intentions and slamming her face against the structure surrounding the ring. Just like he did before, Rie was able to block the attempt, breaking free with an elbow strike to the solar plexus. There was no room for technical wrestling in this contest. Too much the hatred between the parts involved, too big the desire to hurt the other. The fans were in for an all out brawl, and they were loving it. Chris had the opponent trapped in the corner, where he was driving his shoulder in her abdomen. Rie reacted with a right hook that caught Chris right on the temple, leaving him stunned. She started a series of lightning quick kicks, the last one, a roundhouse kick, knocked Constantine down. Shimizu made the but Chris lifted his shoulder. Picking him up, Rie whipped him into the far corner. Chris jumped and started to climb the cage, getting almost to the top of it before Rie reached him and hung on his leg, dragging him down. On precarious equilibrium on the ropes, the two competitors started battling it out, until Rie dropped Chris down with a headbutt and jumped off, diving both her foot onto his chest. It didn’t take much longer for this match to meet the fans expectation and fulfill their thirst for blood. Chris was the first one getting his head busted open after being introduced to the steel cage by a relentless Rie Shimizu, who was showing a mean streak out here, aggravated, you can bet, by how Olivia and Dusty screwed her friend Rebecca during their match earlier tonight. She kept hitting the bleeding opponent with her hard strikes, kicks to the ribs, elbows to the jaw, quick jabs and eventually the Flash Nap. her patented jumping Spinning Knee Strike. Constantine was down, but not out yet. as he kicked out of the pinning predicament. His pride was keeping him going, refusing to give up to the younger and, in his eyes, lesser opponent. With a drop toe hold, he sent her face first against the protective pad on the turnbuckle, creating himself a small opening. He pulled himself up, stomping hard the opponent who was getting up on her knees. He took a few steps back and charged at her for a punt kick, leaving her motionless on the mat and heading to the door, asking the official to open it for him. A smile came to his face as he was seconds away from escaping the cage and winning the match. The deafening boos turning into cheers should’ve given it away, but Chris didn’t realize until it was too late and he got dropped on his back by a german suplex that Rie was up and right behind him. The door was closed and the match went on. Rie shed some blood as well when Chris caught her for a flapjack and dropped her on the cage, grinding her face against it and cutting her open. When he was done, he punched her right on the wound, opening it even more.He lifted her up and dropped her on her head with a brainbuster, attempting another cover and only getting a two count out of it. The fight went on, Chris whipped Rie hard in the corner and rushed in, eating a kick from the japanese who charged at him, ending up straight in a spinebuster from Constantine, paying homage to his best friend and tag partner Dusty Douglas. He motioned at the fans that this was over before picking her up for the American Style Piledriver. Rie fought desperately, countering the move and punching him in the stomach, connecting her Spiritual Tour right after. She asked for the referee to open the door, and started walking toward it. Constantine got up on his knees and hung on her arm, trying to stop her. But Rie had one foot outside the cage already, pulling one last effort she got rid of his grasp and walked out, slamming the door on his face as she got out, closing this chapter of her career in Millennium with a win at the end of an exhausting match. WINNER: Rie Shimizu BY: Cage Escape, 19:47 |