Millennium XXXII: Resistance Is Existence

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Millennium XXXII: Resistance Is Existence Mar 21, 2019 15:08:23 GMT -6

Post by gvb on Mar 21, 2019 15:08:23 GMT -6

Millennium XXXII: Resistance Is Existence
Live from Vivint Smart Home Arena in Salt Lake City, UT
Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Eighteen thousand people are filling the Vivint Smart Home Arena in Salt Lake City, buzzing in anticipation for the last Millennium show before Dark Web at the end of the month. Colored pyros explode all over the entrance stage as "When Legends Rise" by Godsmack blares out of the PA system. The camera pans all over the fans, showing some of the signs they brought in tonight.

"WTF is a Misteireach" "We Want Wang" "Welcome to the A Show" "Five Foot FRAUD Kick" "TBA 4 champ" "Join the Swayed Parade" "Olivia Wythe and Levi can both have my babies"

Cutting to the commentary table, we find Jared Idol and Bea Torres introducing tonight's card.

Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Resistence Is Existence!

Bea Torres:
We are ten days away from the Supershow in LA! Aren't you excited for Dark Web, Jared?

Jared Idol:
Of course I am, Bea. All the titles will be on the line and the stipulations? You, the Millennium fans will be the ones deciding them.

Bea Torres:
That's right! In the next few days, a series of polls will be posted on MWE's official account, and you will decide what kind of match you want to see the champ and their contenders compete in. Isn't that cool?

Jared Idol:
It definitely is. We already know what the Main Event of Dark Web will be, with Melissa Reeves challenging her ex boyfriend Chrisopher Kane for his MWE Championship.

Bea Torres:
The Cloud Gate Championship will be on the line as well as the champ Tiffany Tompkins will take on Meg Rydell. I wonder how Tiff is...

Jared Idol:
It's been a rough week for her, that's for sure. And she probably could have used a week off, but Cheesecake choose her to face The Misery tonight.

Bea Torres:
Under normal circumstances? That'd have been a smart move from the new Millennium signee, who will make her debut tonight against Duke Andrews. But with all Tiffany has gone through... Man I'm not so sure.

Jared Idol:
Time will tell Bea... And we will find out soon.

The feed switches backstage, where Chloe Collins stands outside the catering area.

Chloe Collins:
After weeks of back and forth between them, the contract has been signed and it is official. Sunday, March 31st, LIVE from The Staples Center in Los Angeles, California, Millennium presents Dark Web, and Bethany Driver has her rematch against “The American Monster,” Hammerstein, with the fans naming the stipulation. I'm here with Bethany Driver, and, Bethany, after last week, you've got to be feeling good about things right now.

Bethany Driver:
You mean after I slapped the shit out of Hammerstein?

A grin spreads quickly across Bethany’s face at the thought.

Bethany Driver:
Not going to lie, Chloe… I am feeling pretty damn good…

Driver's comments are cut short by the sound of slow clapping. Bethany looks, rolls her eyes, and sighs deeply as a smiling Jacob Hammerstein walks into frame.

Hammerstein:
Hiiii, Bethany. Howya doin?

Bethany Driver:
I’m doing just fine, Jacob, even if you are here to try and be buzz killington. That’s a nice look you’ve got going for you, by the way. That whole black and blue face thing.

Hammerstein:
Eh, I've had worse playin’ around with the wife.

Chloe Collins:
Hammerstein, since you're here, what are your thoughts on your upcoming rematch with Bethany, especially with the fans voting on the stipulation?

Hammerstein harumphs, shaking his head.

Hammerstein:
Last time a bunch of people got together to vote on one thing was in 2016, and look where that got us. And now you're opening it up to all the morons around the world. Hey, that's okay. Because it doesn't matter if it's No Disqualification, Steel Cage, or, hell, even a No Ropes, Flaming Barbed Wire, C4 Charged Lego Deathmatch. Bethany, ya got no chance in hell at beating me. Ya wanna know why, Bethany?

Driver's anger is already starting to build.

Bethany Driver:
I’m sure you’re going to keep yapping, Jacob, in spite of the fact that no one here wants to hear you. So spit it out and get the hell out of here.

Hammerstein:
It's because you're like a no-talent hack, just like your old dad, who had ta be part of a cover band because he wasn't talented enough to write his own shit, and like your mom, who couldn't even cut it bein a groupie, so she had ta hook up with somebody like him, your ugly ass wouldn't even make it as a ring rat, so ya had ta hookup with…

Driver can take no more and lunges at Hammerstein.

Bethany Driver:
You shut your goddamn mouth, you deadbeat guttersnipe! You keep running your mouth about my family and my relationships. Where the hell is yours, huh? HUH?! You haven’t got shit left to speak of, because it walked out on you!

Several officials hold Driver back away from Hammerstein, who is grinning from ear to ear. The grin disappears when Declan Pierce steps in front of her and puts his hands on her shoulders.

Declan Pierce:
Not now, Bethany. This isn't the time. Besides, if you hurt him now, you won't get to beat him when it matters. Besides, you've got to escort me to the ring tonight.

Hammerstein takes a half step back, a look of arrogance on his face.

Hammerstein:
Real nice, Bethany. Good thing your boyfriend is here to save ya.

Pierce turns and looks at Hammerstein.

Declan Pierce:
I'm not saving her from you.
I'm saving you from her.

Hammerstein's arrogant smile is replaced with a scowl as Pierce turns back to Driver.

Hammerstein:
Hey...Dollar Tree Son of Anarchy. Ya fuck with me, more than your motorcycle gonna get knocked over. Ya feel me?

Pierce turns to address Hammerstein's words, but is shoved into Driver by The American Monster. More officials arrive on the scene as now both Driver and Pierce want a piece of Hammerstein.

Chloe Collins:
This is chaos, Bea and Jared. We're gonna throw it back to you guys and try to get some semblance of order restored back here.

The screen fills with officials and security, totally obscuring Chloe from being seen as they try to keep the three wrestlers separated.

Singles Match

Mr Boneshaker VS Declan Pierce

With Bethany Driver at his side, Declan Pierce entered to cheers; just last week he had made the Godless Heathen from the South howl in pain. While he would like to forget his first match with Millennium, since defeating Kate Steel two weeks ago, things were going more his direction. Cautious, obvious about it, he watched over his shoulder and checked the crowd for Heathen Jones. No Heathen, but he did spot Jana Rikar watching from the front row. When Tempest led Declan's opponent out, the entire building erupted. Mr. Boneshaker is the robbed champion of a major developmental territory on the west coast. His entrance is loud and energetic, interactive with the fans as they chant his name with the music. Eliminated from the Junior Heavyweight Tournament, he lost two and earned a single point with a time limit draw. Bones is a Squires West trainee of Millennium’s Alan Envy; needless to say, not a favorite of Heathen Jones. Any chances of Heathen causing shenanigans in this one and coming out unscathed are slim.

When the referee called for the bell, the crowd was led in cheers by both Tempest and Driver. They stood together on the ramp side encouraging dueling cheers for “BONE-SHAKE-ER!” and “PI-LE-DRIVE-ER!”

They had the entire building riled up in the opener as these two new favorites slapped hands in the center of the ring and went to tie-up. Bones ducked around behind Declan's grab attempt and snatched a waistlock. There was no lifting Declan or muscling him around so, Bones transitioned into a side headlock. Declan pushed Bones off to the ropes; on the return, Bones leapt over a back body drop attempt. Declan stood, turned and had his big boot shot brushed away as Bones hit the brakes on the second return. Driver and Tempest had the crowd in a resounding, “OH!” — before they were right back to sounding off, one chant against the other. Collar & ×elbow, Declan works it into a wristlock and controlled Bones to the center before rolling it into a hammerlock. Behind Bones, Declan cranks up on his elbow and shoulder while ducking and dodging head grabs. Bones uses his training to reverse, rolling the lock and adjusting. Declan does the same before going face-first into the mat, drop-toe hold. Bones releases, is up and drops the point of his elbow directly into the canvas ...Declan rolled out of the way. Another, “OH!” rang out.

For a big hoss, Declan was up quick. As Bones came off of the ropes, Declan missed a wild clothesline in the middle of the ring. On-a-dime adjustment and Bones went to the corner, to the top turnbuckle and flew off. Declan ducked a picture-perfect missile dropkick, spun around and snatched Bones in a rear waistlock. Up and over, high-angle belly-to-back and Bones landed on his feet. To the ropes as Declan turned around ...GOBSTOPPER knee! Tempest and Driver both turned away, clutching their jaws on the outside. Bones got a two-count and helped Declan back to his feet.

Then it broke down for a few minutes, as Declan blasted Bones and then, Bones blocked a second shot and rocked Declan's jaw. Bones’ second shot was blocked and he got punched. Again, same combination and Declan was hit before he whipped Bones to the ropes. Shoulder blocks and neither went down. Declan to the ropes and again, this irresistible force slammed against an immovable object. Clearly, they needed to beat on one another a little more so, back to the fist and knuckle exchange in the center of the ring. This time, with some stank on each cross and hook. The women on the outside of the ring rocked and swayed with each shot, keeping the crowd hanging to each draw back and self-assertion in the center of the ring. Declan fired Bones to the ropes and Bones returned with a running crossbody that Declan caught and then, using the momentum to turn, he dropped with a SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM! Tempest grabbed her back on the outside, everyone felt the jar of the ring. Then, she leaned into the apron with Driver as the referee counted. Only a two-count before a sigh of relief, Bones rolled his shoulder.

Declan pulled Bones up, slight frustration in his eyes. While he could push Bones around the ring tied up, neither were having any luck lifting the other or moving in the chain sequence. They struggled, rolling along the far ropes corner to corner before returning to the center. Trash talking, smirking and giving one another a verbal way to go of it all the while, the two powerhouses were deadlocked. Declan buried a knee deep into Bones’ midsection, doubling him over. Declan slipped around behind Bones, locking on a full-nelson quicker than a hiccup, BOULDER CREEK BUSTER! Lateral press! Both women leading the count on the outside, but Bones kicked out just at the two.

In the process of Declan pulling Bones up, desperation throat punch. Bones followed up, pulling Declan's jaw down against his shoulder. If he couldn't throw the big guy around, he would pick him apart. Declan on one knee and rising as Bones hit the ropes and clipped the right knee from behind. Declan winced as he crashed to the mat, but wasn't staying down long. Bones lined up on him again, buckling the left knee this time. Bones lifted him, with Declan's wheels out of alignment, Bones easily spiked his head off of the mat with a DDT. Instead of covering the Colorado veteran, the inexperience showed in the rookie, Bones went to the top turnbuckle. Bones missed a double mushroom stomp as Declan rolled out of the way. Bones was on his feet, but jammed his knees and hips on impact. Declan rolled into the corner, seated against the turnbuckles. Declan used the ropes to pull himself up as Bones pivoted around to face and then, charge full-speed WRECKING BALL KN… NO! Missed Declan, but Bones wrecked his knees into the corner and crumpled to the mat.

Prince Piledriver scooped Bones up and set him up, doubling him over and pulling him to the center of the ring. Up and, no, Bones lifted a knee. With a sudden burst, Bones lifted Declan, but Declan floated over and landed on his feet behind him. Bones turned around, directly into a pump kick, Declan buried Bones’ head and turned him upside down. Bones offset his weight and Declan released him. Bones turned with a beautiful roundhouse kick. Little effect, Declan was amped, even dared and ate the body kick from his opponent. Hulking up, Declan brushed the second sweeping kick away and floored Bones with a lariat. Everyone was on their feet as Bones went upside-down again, only this time, the whole arena yelled out…

“PI-LE-DRIVE-ER!”

And Declan dropped Bones, ringing everyone's head with a resounding…

CLANG!

...it made your ears feel like they were imploding as it rang loudly from the speakers. Before anyone had their wits, a dragging chain pounded down relentlessly and then, just as suddenly, it was silent.

Declan saw Hickey strut through the curtain with the chain wrapped around her. He stood as she advanced the stage. Then, as Driver and Tempest turned their attention, it wasn't Heathen Jones that stepped out behind her. Here's where MWE production showed off, splitting the screen, you miss none of the action; on the right, inside the ring, Heathen attacked from behind with a chair as Declan was fully enthralled on the entrance, where on the right, Hammerstein stepped out behind Hickey.

Driver didn't hesitate closing half the distance, meeting him halfway, where she and Hammer went at it on the ramp.

Heathen couldn't attack head on, not with the limp he has from being stabbed by Robbie MF Bourbon last week. He hobbled, but put on a line-drive blitz from the blindside, an unabated and merciless beat down on Declan. The chair was a mangled mess of twisted metal when Heathen smacked Bones across the shoulders with it, just because.

Compton Security and other officials worked on separating Driver and Hammerstein on the ramp. From the stage above, Hickey blew her man a kiss and winked before backpedaling behind the curtain. Heathen had to force his way through, threatening and even tossing a fan out of the way to make his exit.

Neither Declan nor Bones moved in the ring. The referee counted, as slowly as he and the crowd possibly could, giving every chance for either to move. At this point, Tempest was cheering for either. Neither did as the crowd counted ten and this one was scored in their books a no-contest.

WINNER: //
BY: No Contest, 9:54

Jared Idol: "What the..."

Bea Torres: "I'm not sure what happened... Can someone check on Pierce and Bones?"

Jared Idol: "Hammerstein, Pierce, Jones... They surely are keeping the Compton security guys busy"

Singles Match

Saki VS Christopher LaGarde

After dealing with the Steeles for two weeks, the leader of The Swayed Parade found himself facing a, with all due respect, bigger challenge in the former Empire Extreme Champion Saki. The composed and serious demenaor of LaGarde was in obvious contrast with the odd and unorthodox approach of the Kawaii Deathmachine who was able to use her quickness to keep herself away from the opponent's grasp. Relying on her evasion skills, Saki ducked a clothesline from Christopher and jumped on the middle rope, flipping bacwards and taking him down with a springboard moonsault body press. She then started stomping him furiously, forcing him to seek repair from her flurry of offense rolling outside the ring. But nowhere is ever safe with Saki, and the Singapore Mauler wasn't afraid to take some risk, launching herself through the ropes and taking him down with a suicide dive. Outside the ring was obviously Saki's favorite playground, where she was most at her ease. She used the surrounding environment in creative ways to maximize the punishment she was inflicting to her opponent, leaving him hanging over the barricade and dropping him down with a flatliner.

With a big smile on her face, clearly enjoying the moment, she rolled back into the ring to break the count who had, by now, reached eight and went back on dismantling LaGarde. She picked him up and hit him with a mid kick, dropping him head first on the floor with a ddt. Climbing on the announcers table, Saki leaped towards Christopher and wrapped her legs around his neck for a head scissors, countered by the Martyr into a powerbomb on the apron. Wasting no time, he pushed her back into the ring and attempted a cover, barely getting a two count out of it. The match took a different turn now that LaGarde was dictating the pace. He whipped Saki in the corner and charged in for a jumping clothesline, lifting her over the top turnbuckle and performing an avalanche belly to belly. This time the cover gave him a full two count, pretty close to three actually.

Seven minutes into this match and Chrisopher seemed to be in full control, lifting the Kawaii Deathmachine in a suplex position and dropping her onto his knees. Stalking his prey, LaGarde waited for her to stand up and turned her inside out with The Righteous Choice (Discus Lariat). He dropped into a cover, hooking both legs but, still, failing to bring home the win. Saki found a way to turn the momentum in her favor with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors. She charged at him and took him down to his knee with a low dropkick, following with a series of stiff kicks to the chest and a shining wizard to complete the sequence. She hooked the leg for a cover, obtaning only a two count. Climbing on the top of the turnbuckle, she leaped and planted him with a tornado ddt, making a second cover with the same result as before. And then, something strange but that at the same tie made perfect sense considering it's Saki we're talking about happened. The Singapore Mauler left the ring and grabbed a chair. Completely disregarding the referee's warning, she slammed it on LaGarde's head, causing the instant DQ

WINNER: Christopher LaGarde

BY: DQ (Chair Shot), 8:27

Bea Torres: "But... Why?"

Jared Idol: "How long have you been doing this, Bea?"

Bea Torres: "Huh.. A little over a year, why?"

Jared Idol: "And you're still trying to find logic behind anything Saki does."

Bea Torres: "Well, I mean... Yeah, you make a good point."

The scene cuts backstage as Chris Constantine Jr. stands in front of a group of security guards. Behind Chris is a bulletin board with the faces of Aella Foley, Cass Baumer, Corey Grimes, and Yulia Kirilenko. Taking his index finger, Chris jams it onto the board and speaks to the guards in a harsh voice.

Chris Constantine Junior:
Now I called you guys here because these Riot roster members talked about arriving here tonight and hurting people. Now Gianluigi Vaccaro said he was going to handle it but I don’t trust him and I’m sure most of the Millennium roster doesn’t trust him either. So I want you guys to look for these people alright! If you find them....I give you permission to shoot on site!

One of the security officers slowly raises his hand.

Chris Constantine Junior:
What!?!?

Security Officer:
We don’t have guns, sir.

Chris Constantine Junior:
Batons?

Security Officer:
No, sir.

Chris Constantine Junior:
Taser?

Security Officer:
No, sir.

Chris Constantine Junior:
Lazers?

Security Officer:
That’s not a thing yet, sir.

Chris Constantine Junior:
Well what the hell do you guys have then?!?!

Security Officer:
Pepper spray and zip ties, sir.

Chris Constantine Junior:
Well zip tie them down and spray the entire can of pepper spray into their eyes then! I’m not going to let the safety of the Millennium be in jeopardy because these goons want to start a fight. Now dismiss!

The officers disperse but Chris waves two of them over.

Chris Constantine Jr:
You two stay close to Olivia, alright? I don’t want those filthy animals coming close to my wife. And if anything happens to her I will have your asses.

Chris pulls out a money clip and pulls out a couple of hundred dollar bills and waves it in front of the two.

Chris Constantine Jr:
Deadly force is recommended, boys.

Chris tosses the money in the air and walks off. The two security officers look at one, then quickly pick up the money before following Chris.

Singles Match

Misteireach VS Kate Steele

Another new face, although covered by a mask, joined Millennium and was scheduled to debut in this third match of the card, against the former Lockdown Champion Kate Steele. Simply known as Misteireach, the Irish high flier started the match with a missile dropkick that sent Kate crashing against the corner. He charged at her with a jmping clothesline, leaving the ring throught the ropes and climbing onto the top turnbuckle, waiting for her to get in position for a blockbuster. Kate kicked out, still shocked by the initial aggression displayed by the masked man. He landed a few forearm shots, following with a quick kicking combination. The last one was a reverse side kick that left her doubled over, perfectly positioned for a snap ddt. Another pinning predicament frustrated by Kate who raised the shoulder.

Misteireach was impressing in his debut, setting the match to a quick pace that allowed him to showcase all his agility. Sent against the ropes by Kate, he ducked a clothesline and jumped on the middle rope, using it as a springboard and rebounding back with a dropkick. Once again he charged in, this time Steele met him with a kick to the mid section and followed with a series of mixed martial art kicks, lifting the maske man and dropping him on his head with a brainbuster. Trying to slow him down, Kate kept the fight on the mat, applying numerous submission moves targeting the legs and lower back, locking him in a Boston Crab. The Irish Mystery crawled toward the ropes, eventually managing to grab them and breaking the submission.

Kate got closer to the win with a springboard leg drop, complaining to the referee for a slow count when Misteireach kicked out. This bought the luchador some valuable time to recover and get back to his feet. Steele quickly turned around and hit him with a quick jab, and a second one. Misteireach seemed stunned, but he dodged a knockout blow from Steele, driving his knee in her ribs as a counter, quickly following with a head pull backbreaker. With the former champion down, he started stomping his foot on the mat rhytmically, waiting for her to stand up to conncect a superkick right to the chin. The move known as Irish Kicking music wasn't enough to keep her down, but the win was just a few seconds away. He picked Kate up and whipped her against the ropes, catching her with his version of the Spanish Fly for the count of three.

WINNER: Misterieach
BY: Pinfall (Irish Fly), 5:49

Jared Idol: "Nice win for the Irish luchador in his debut"

Bea Torres: "He's definitely someone to watch. Sure, Kate has been in a losing streak recently but..."

Jared Idol: "She's a former Lockdown Champion, that still means something."

The scene cuts backstage to Megan Rydell, who was just leaving Gian’s office with a smile on her face. She catches the camera in her peripheral before turning towards it and waving.

Megan Rydell:
Oh! I didn’t see you there.

She says in a fake tone before continuing on.

Megan Rydell:
Well since you’re here, I suppose I should talk about a couple of things. First off, there’s Tiffany. Tiff, you are right, you don’t deserve to be the champion and you’re fucking trash. So in a week? I will be taking that Cloud Gate Championship from you, and that championship will finally be around the waist of someone deserving. Hopefully after that? You’ll take your ball and go home, because you don’t belong here. You never have and you never will. In fact, you don’t belong anywhere, you little piece of shit orphan. You were never wanted from the start and that? That will never change.

Meg can’t help but let out a laugh as she pauses, letting her spiteful words sink in.

Megan Rydell:
Then there’s the puppe of Millennium, Jennifer Yang. The girl who let a man dictate her career through an arranged marriage and yadda yadda, whatever. So you know how pathetic you looked? Way to set us women back 100 years. You weren’t a worthy champion when you held that top spot, you were pathetic and easily manipulated. Now that you’ve been used up time and time again, you’re starting to slowly fade. Your time here is starting to end and it’s only a matter of time that you’re gone for good. But who knows? Maybe I’ll have mercy on you and put you out of your misery. Time will tell though, right? Because the clock is ticking and in a few moments, you will have to go up against the most dominating and unforgiving force in all of millennium…

She’s steps towards the camera and peers into it before pointing her thumb at her chest.

Megan Rydell:
Me. See you out there, Yang.

She turns and walks away and the scene cuts out.

Singles Match

Robbie "MF" Bourbon VS Christian Michaels

Three weeks ago, the decade long friendship between Christian Michaels and Duke Andrews came to an abrupt end after they lost their Triad titles in Hybrid in the worst possible way, with Michigan's favorite son unleashing his frustration on the McMillion. With the sole exception of Christian's brother Javen who had been trying in vain to play the peacemaker, Robbie was the only man who took Duke's side in this diatribe. Tonight, he went one on one against the man who, according to him and Andrews, had been holding Duke down for too long. As soon as the bell rang, Robbie ran through CM, taking him down with a shoulder tackle. Grabbing him by the throat with both hands, the Viceroy Of Vulgar lifted Michaels for a Chokebomb. Christian fought back and kicked him in his stomach, breaking free from the hold. He followed with some forearm shots, grabbing him by the arm and trying to whip him in the corner. Robbie didn't even move, despite the McMillion best effort. Instead, he yanked and pulled the opponet into a massive lariat that almost took Christian's head off. Out here to make a statement and, if possible, impress his "friend", Bourbon picked the opponent up and dropped some heavy overhand chops across his chest, hooking his leg and throwing him across the ring with a release fisherman suplex.

As the minutes passed, this match started looking more and more like a one way massacre. CM didn't seem able to find a way to contain Robbie's power. Bourbon on the other hand was probably fighting his best match since stepping in a Millennium ring, showing a discrete technique with a butterfly suplex, followed by a pinfall attempt and obtaining a two count. But right when things seemed to turn from bad to worse as Christian was stuck in the corner with 290 lbs of angry human being chraging full head of steam toward him, Michaeals moved out of the way. Robbie crashed against the empty corner, Christian immediately moved behind him and started hammering him on the back, grabbing him by the mask and drving his face against the padded turnbuckle multiple times, before rolling him on his shoulder with a schoolboy pin. Robbie kicked out in two, but before he could get back to his feet, CM kicked him hard on the ribs. The size of the opponent required a different approach from Michaels, who relied more on kicks and straight punching. Slow and steady, he eventually knocked the big man down with a superkick, jumping down from the second rope with a legdrop for his Southern Climate, getting a count of two out of it.

The match was picking up in intensity, with the two men trading right hands in the middle of the ring. Robbie came out on top, but Christian kicked him on the knee cap and regained control with a ddt. Duke Andrews appeared on the stage, walking down the ring with a quick pace. Keeping an eye on Robbie and one on Duke fastly approaching, Christian found himself caught between two fires. With a smirk on his face, Duke was about to jump on the apron despite the referee asking him not to, while Robbie clubbed CM from behind taking advantage of the distraction. Javen came running out of the curtain, welcomed by the cheers of the fans, rushing to rescue his brother. Duke yelled at him to stay out of his business, but Simon had enough of these games between him and his brother. He grabbed Duke's arm and pulled him off the apron, shaking his head and almost begging him to stop. There was an intense staredown between the two, and for a moment it seemed like this tension was going to explode in a fight. Robbie sure thought this was the case, and he was ready to join Duke if things escalated. Christian grabbed the masked man by his shoulder and spun him around, kicking him in the stomach and connecting with his Just Like That (Twist Of Fate), walking out with a win.

WINNER: Christian Michaels
BY: Pinfall (Just Like That), 9:21

Bea Torres: "Yes! CM got the win!"

Jared Idol: "I thought you liked Robbie, Bea..."

Bea Torres: "I do, but i don't like Duke. Not anymore at least!"

Jared Idol: "Aye. His plan to mess with Michaels backfired. Duke probably wasn't expecting Javen to get involved like this."

Bea Torres: "Do you really think Javen would have turned the other way? Christian is his brother!"

Jared Idol: "In any case, i think it's safe to say this is far from over."

The scene cuts backstage as Olivia and Chris Constantine Jr. are making their way down a hallway. The two are in the middle of a conversation but stop as they see a familiar face as they turn a corner. Dressed in black dress shoes and pants, but never missing an open pink Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, there stands Devin Hearst.

Devin sees Chris and Olivia and slowly slides his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose as the two bitter enemies stare a hole into one another. The camera pans back to show Dusty Douglas walking into the scene and steps in between the two men. Dusty now stares a hole into Hearst as Chris gives a slight grin. The grin soon goes away as a mountain of a man steps in between Hearst and Dusty. The camera pans back even more as the 6’7 Andrew Wilkow looks down at Dusty. Sensing the tide shift, Devin’s smirk grows tenfold.

The tension is intense as both parties wait for the other to make the first move. Knowing that Dusty and him have a match later that day, Chris pats Dusty on the shoulder as he gives a fake smile to Devin and Andrew.

Chris Constantine Jr.:
Hearst.

Devin Hearst:
Constantine.

Dusty Douglas:
Wilkow.

Andrew Wilkow:
Douglas.

Olivia Constantine:
Someone say my name!

Everyone In Unison:
Olivia!

Olivia Constantine:
Yay!

The two groups slowly walk past one another and continue to their next destination. Before the scene ends, Hearst slides up a black folder with one word boldly placed on the cover: RIOT. He chuckles to himself as we cut away.

Singles Match

Chimera Corp VS Alan Envy & Zafar Khan

Some people frowned when this match was announced, this including, you can bet, The Chimera Corp. Zafar Khan was a Riot star, the "B show" as Dusty and Chris called the Orange Brand in more than one occasion, and therefore not worth competing on the "Big Stage" of Millennium. As for Alan Envy, he has been very vocal about wanting to be the one to end Dusty's streak, but his not so veiled request to the General Manager only gave him this tag match. Alan, who had been floating in a sort of limbo after successfully main eventing Deep In The Heart with a win over Heathen Jones, was determined to prove that, after stopping the Heathen From The South, he had what it takes to derail the Murder Train from his seemingly unstoppable march. And he had the chance to show it tight now, as he was the one starting this match for his team against Douglas. The test of strength saw the 35 years old rookie prevailing, overpowering the opponent and pushing him against the ropes. He offered a clean break, getting some shy applauses from the fans. Their approvation quickly turned in jeers as he lit up Alan's chest with an overhand chop, grabbing him by the arm and sending him against the ropes, greeting him with a savate kick as he rebounded back. Considering the characteristics of the two competitors and the pride at stake, this first part of the match couldn't be anything less than a hard hitting contest, where technical wrestling didn't find room at all. Dustin floored Alan with his Hyper Beam (Standing Lariat), the Iconic answered with a kick to the knee and followed with a running knee to the face, making the cover for a count of two.

Alan was doing a great job wearing down the big man, targeting mostly his legs. After a bulldog, he made the tag to Zafar, whose entry into the ring was welcomed by the cheers of Salt Lake Fans. The two men hit Dusty with simultaeous kicks to the mid-section, doubling the Murder Train over and going for a double suplex. Unsuccessfully. As a matter of fact, it was Dusty who lifted them both for a double suplex, showing once again his impressive strength. He kicked Alan under the bottom rope, grabbing Zafar by his neck with both hands and tossing him in his corner, making the tag to Chris Constantine. Chimera Corp showed that they've been working on some tag team moves, hitting Khan with a powerbomb/Neckbreaker combination. Zafar kicked out from Chris' pinning preciament, but Constantine wasn't giving him any break, picking him up and hitting him with a series of knife edge chops, whipping him against the ropes. Zafar slid under his leg, avoiding the big boot and planting Chris on his ead with a poison rana.

Quickness seemed to be the best weapon Zafar could use to best his opponent and counter his superior technique. It worked well for a while, with Khan able to control the match for a few minutes, delighting the fans with his aerial techniques and getting a very close near fall after a springboard tornado ddt. But eventually, Constantine turned things around when he countered a wheelbarrow bulldog attempt into a facebuster. Uppercut after uppercut, he pushed Zafar closer to his corner and took him down with the Eagle Leg Whip, applying a boston crab right after. Zafar dug deep and, despite the obvious pain, pulled himself up on his elbows and started crawling toward Alan, but Chris frustrated his attempt dragging him back on his corner. Dusty made the tag and entered the ring, squashing Khan with a running senton.

To give credit where it's due, Zafar showed a lot of resilience, taking everything Dusty kept throwing at him and fighting back with everything he had left in him. Which wasn't much after the atomic drop/running knee/Big Bang Attack (Deadlift German Suplex) combination. Luckily for him, Alan was able to break the pinfall in time. The chance Zafar needed to create himself an opening and make the tag bresented itself when he countered a pop up powerbomb attempt with a dropkick. He started to, make his way to the corner, but the back that had been targeted by the Murder Train for all this time was definitely slowing him down. Dusty quickly grabbed him and went for a german suplex, Zafar landed on his feet and rushed toward his corner despite Douglas being on his way. He tried to jump over him, getting caught by the Big Nasty for a brief moment, befor Khan was able to turn it into a ddt. Both men were now down and trying to reach their corners. The tags were made at the same time, Chris and Alan entered the ring and started brawling it out. Alan won the exchange, pushing Chris against the ropes and catching him with a Pop Up Death Valley Driver. CCJ fought back, getting a two count after a stiff striking combination followed by a well executed butterfly suplex. Once again though, Olivia turned out to be the ace up the Chimera Corp sleeve. She was the one who, unseen by the referee, leaned her husband's foot on the bottom rope after Alan connected the Envious Demise. And she was also the one getting the referee's attention on that detail, saving the team from a defeat. Zafar plead their case with the ref, telling him that Olivia had, once again, been involved in the match. As soon as the man in the striped shirt turned around, Chris hit Alan with a low blow and tagged Dusty in. The Murder Train entered the ring, nailing Envy with the Killamajiig and picking up the win for his team.

WINNER: Chimera Corp
BY: Pinfall (The Killamajig), 14:02

Bea Torres: "I HATE CONSTANTINE!"

Jared Idol: "Woah Bea, those are strong words!"

Bea Torres: "Ugh... Can he actually win without cheating?"

The scene opens up backstage where Chloe Collins is standing with Jennifer Yang and surprisingly her father Henry for this week’s pre-match interview. Jennifer is sporting her ring attire, all ready for her match with Megan Rydell. Her hair is tied up high and braided neatly, making her cheekbones look sharper than usual. There’s a look in her eyes that suggests inner turmoil and she seems unable to stand still as she paces her spot on the floor a bit while cracking her knuckles. Henry, on the other hand, is a short and stocky man with a firm facial expression. Seeing Jennifer’s behavior, Henry places a hand on hers and she immediately stops.

Chloe notices this and puts on a softer approach to conduct the interview. It’s no secret that Jennifer and Megan don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, especially lately, but there’s definitely something or rather someone else on her mind… Chloe gives a friendly smile before she speaks.

Chloe Collins:
Hi, I’m Chloe and this is Jennifer Yang and her father Mr Yang!

Chloe gestures towards them. Jennifer now looks up at her, her lip a tight line on her face. Meanwhile, Henry grunts and gives a curt nod in response.

Chloe Collins:
Thanks for being here. And it’s also an honor to meet you, Mr Yang. You must be so proud of your daughter’s accomplishments. I also hope you’re okay now, considering what happened in Portland two weeks ago.

Henry again grunts in affirmation while Jennifer grits her teeth.

Chloe Collins:
So Jennifer, I know things have been pretty rough since. Jason is unpredictable and it is this quality that makes him dangerous. After what happened to Rayven Hardy, I think one of the biggest concerns here is that history might repeat itself. Which I hope won’t be the case.

Jennifer glances at her father whose face is still unreadable before replying. This doesn’t surprise her, knowing him.

Jennifer Yang:
I won’t let it, Chloe. I won’t. Jason isn’t the first one to try and put me down. Ever since I stepped in this company, I’ve encountered many people like him. People like my opponent tonight too. Megan is always on my case, always mocking me and insulting my principles. Simply because she doesn’t believe the same way. Because her way is to bully her opponents and force them to accept that wrestling is and will always be a dirty business. No… No, just because that’s how it is sometimes, it doesn’t mean it should. And I will fight that all the way till the end.

There’s a glint of pride in Henry’s eyes.

Chloe Collins:
I can believe that. You’re never one to back down. Just like last week when you came out during Jason’s match and he got himself distracted. But you could be playing with fire, Jennifer.

Jennifer Yang:
If that’s what it takes to stop Jason, then so be it! He already crossed that line when he slapped my father! We shouldn’t condone this type of behaviour. It’s not right!

At this, Henry squares his shoulders and nods.

Jennifer Yang:
If people like Jason and Megan think they can go around treating others with their bullish attitude, they’ve got another think com—

Jennifer stops mid sentence as something catches her eye. It’s Jason Hawk who approaches them. Not to be taking by surprise Jennifer steps up to him preparing herself for anything. Jason though doesn’t look like a man ready to fight in his suit and sunglasses that he wears indoors.

Jason Hawk:
No, please continue. Don’t let me interrupt you.

Jennifer Yang:
What do you want?

Jason Hawk:
I don’t want much. I don’t want anything really. Nothing more than just wishing you good luck in your match tonight.

Jennifer Yang:
Good luck?

Jason Hawk:
Nothing less, nothing more.

He smiles as he offers her a handshake. Jennifer, who clearly doesn’t trust Jason, raises her hand but doesn’t shake his hand as she doesn’t really want to shake the hand of the man who attacked her father. She looks at her father and with a stern look on his face he shakes his head.

Jason Hawk:
Leaving me hanging? How rude, but suit yourself. And good luck tonight.

He winks at her as he walks off. Jennifer watches him leave with the same suspicious look on her face. She shakes her head and gets back to her warm-ups. But just as soon as she turns away from Jason she is jumped from behind as Jason knocks her down with a steel chair.

Jason Hawk:
You think you can ruin my matches? You think you can stick your nose in my business?

Jason screams at her as he viciously keeps hitting her over and over again with the chair. Jennifer does her best to fight back but Jason is determined not to let her back to her feet. Jason eventually stops his attacks. He stands over Jennifer breathing heavily. He throws the chair to the floor but he isn’t done yet. He kneels over.

Jason Hawk:
You see, I am going to watch your match. I am going to stand in the very same spot that you stood last week. Lets see how you like it when the tables have turned. Your match is next. We can’t be late.

Jason grabs Jennifer to get her back to her feet but as he does she punches him straight in the mouth which causes him to stagger a few steps back. She charges straight at him and tackles him over some tables that were standing nearby. They start brawling. Jason eventually gets the upper hand when he pokes Jennifer in the eyes. He kicks her off him and gets back to his feet. He wipes his mouth and realizes that he is bleeding.

Jason Hawk:
You bitch...

Jennifer again charges at him as she lets her anger get the better of her, but this time Jason is ready. He catches her with a huge lariat. Jason quickly picks her back up and goes to ram her head first into the wall. But Jennifer is able to adjust her feet and get foot up against the wall. Jason is quick to react and kicks her other leg from under her. Jason gets on top of her and the punches start raining down over her. Jennifer covers her face and as Jason tries to drag her arms away she is able to kick him off her. As she gets back to her feet Jason notices that she is slightly limping on the leg he kicked from under her. Jason gets an idea but before he is able to do anything with it Jennifer charges at him and they brawl throughout the backstage area. Jason again gains the upper hand when he kicks Jennifer to the same leg she was limping on. She falls to the floor holding her leg in pain. Close by there is an equipment crate. One of those with wheels. Jason lines it up towards Jennifer before racing towards her and crushing her leg between the wall and the crate. Jennifer cries out in pain as she clutches her leg. All while Jason stands over her with a sadistic grin on his face.

Jason Hawk:
You have a match, remember?

He laughs in her face as he guides her towards the ring. Jason throws Jenni out onto the stage. The crowd erupts into an enormous boo. Jason grabs Jennifer by her hair and drags her towards the ramp. He stands her up. She can barely stand on her own, so Jason supports her as he grabs her wrist and makes her wave at the fans. All with a sinister smile on his face. Jason lets go of her and she falls down to her knees.

Jason Hawk:
Good luck.

He laughs as he places his foot on her back and shoves her down the ramp. The crowd keep booing but Jason is as proud as ever. He spreads his arms out to take it all in before taking a bow, which angers the crowd even more. Jason keeps playing to the crowd as he takes a seat on the top of the stage.

Singles Match

Megan Rydell VS Jennifer Yang

Megan smiled, watching Jennifer struggling to even get on her feet. These was looking like an easy win against the former MWE Champion for the young Rydell. The referee was asking Yang if she wanted to fight. The obvious and smart answer would have been no, but if you knew Jenni, you'd know the thought of giving up, no matter how hurting she was, never even crossed her mind.

Luckily for her, she didn't have to make the decision. Vivaldi's "La Tempesta Di Mare" blasted out of the loudspeakers and the Millennium General manager Gianluigi Vaccaro walked on the stage. He said that he was no doctor, but he didn't need to be one to say that Jennifer was in no shape to compete. Therefore, he was making an executive decision and called the match off, disappointing all parts involved: Megan, Jennifer and the Salt Lake fans. Perhaps, with time, some of them will "forgive" the General Manager for taking an unpopular but wise decision.

WINNER: //

BY: Executive Decision, 0:00

Bea Torres: "Well, here goes the match..."

Jared Idol: "You know Bea, I agree with Gian here, I think he's looking out for Jennifer. Maybe she could compete, but the risk of injury is too high, especially with Dark Web right behind the corner."

Bea Torres: "Yeah, I can see that... But it still sucks!"

Another week, another show, another day of running up and down the halls of an arena to get every bit of footage needed. This week it’s the Vivint Smart Home Arena, and our intrepid cameraman is hard at work. So hard at work, so engrossed in trying to make it to the next destination, that through the camera feed we can see what he misses, passing in the corner of our eye each time he passes a corridor.

A circle of candles.

But the cameraman has no idea, so intent on his next assignment. But a helping hand comes to get his attention, a gloved fingertip appearing just at the side of the frame, likely touching the cameraman’s shoulder as he passed, giving his sudden stop and yelp. Wheeling around, he found only the corridor beckoning him. Stepping up to it and peering around the edge, he finally sees the ring of candles, and something that seems to lay in the center of them. He calls out, but no answer comes, only the silence of the building.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself he steps to the circle, peering into it to find that what lays inside the circle is a hat. A black leather peaked cap, a familiar sight to some as the hat of Homare Kato, manager and advisor to Rie Shimizu, who had just ended a war with Chris Constantine Jr. inside a steel cage.

The cameraman reaches in and grabs hold of the hat to examine it. The last time it was seen it was on Rie’s head, still stained with Kato’s blood from the assault by Constantine. Now, though, it seems to have been cleaned of the blood, though it still bears the stresses on the leather from the attack. The cameraman’s examination ends though, when a hand reaches around his shoulder and grasps it in it’s hand, taking the cap from him, a “thanks for holding this” whispered into his ear. Turning around quickly the cameraman takes in the sight.

Homare Kato.

Affixing the cap upon his head the advisor gives a wide smile, throwing his arms out to present himself for the first time in a month and a half.

Homare Kato:
Rejoice!

He brings his hands together and claps them. He looks the same as ever, presumably healed, the only difference between then and now a pair of sunglasses, black lenses obscuring his eyes.

Homare Kato:
For in the end, Rie and I were proven correct about that man.

He shakes his head, perhaps a bit overdramatically so.

Homare Kato:
Despite every word that he spewed, every illegal and disrespectful action he took, despite stacking the odds ever higher in his own favor, and despite him trying to remove my help from Rie. In the end he...failed. He failed to prove us wrong, indeed all he did was prove us right. He lost, and despite his own delusional words about “winning the war”, that is nothing but the proof of what was said all along. That he was not what he swore up and down he was, what he tried to destroy and suppress others to desperately try and prove to himself. That in the end, with nothing to help him, Chris Constantine Jr. would not be able to win on his own. The war is over, and the victor was Rie.

He brings one hand up, scratching at the side of his chin.

Homare Kato:
And she was a victor in more ways than one, even proving me wrong.

He shrugs.

Homare Kato:
I was not sure if anyone would try to help her, to lend a hand to someone in such dire troubles. But I was proven wrong by Rebecca Saint.

He steps forward suddenly, obscuring the camera with his body, whispering into it.

Homare Kato:
You helped Rie, Ms. Saint, despite the danger it posed to you. For that, you have my thanks. Anything you require, you need only ask.

And he steps back, throwing his arms out again.

Homare Kato:
And now, finally, all of that nastiness can be put behind us! Now, finally, can Rie’s true calling be fulfilled again.

He tips his head back, speaking not to the camera now but to something else.

Homare Kato:
All of you, swirling around the two of us even now. The departed that fill this arena, and the ones that we will meet in the next and the next. She can finally focus on you again. Speaking to you, acknowledging you, holding thoughts of you in her heart as she competes, gaining glory for you all. The dead, given attention and kindness once again, as you all deserve. You will not be forgotten again, nor will she put you aside. Now, again, as it should be…

A pause and that familiar strange smile crossing the face of the advisor.

Homare Kato:
She will make sure only the greatest competition crosses your paths.

And with that he brings his arms down, and the candles in the hallway and the lights above both snuff out, leaving that crowded darkness once again.

In a way, after everything that happened to Rie and Kato...it is almost welcomed.

Singles Match

Duke Andrews VS Cheesecake

After officially signing her contract last week in her home state Arizona, the twenty years old Ophelia April Johnson, better known to the wrestling fans as Cheesecake was ready to start the new part of her career here in Millennium, against an opponent The Misery personally picked for her, Michigan’s favorite son Duke Andrews. Her look might be different, pink hair instead of the green color that characterized the first part of her career, but the attitude was still the same. Brash and loudmouth, she didn’t hesitate to taunt Duke, getting on her face and talking smack. Andrews shrugged her off, fifteen years in the business he was not going to let a rookie get in his head like this. The bell rang and Cheesecake hit first, a right forearm to the jaw. Duke laughed it off, inviting her to hit him again, which she did to a similar outcome. It was now Duke’s time to swing a punch, something Cheesecake was expecting and ducked, countering with a kick to the floating ribs starting a sequence of kicks and punches combination, at the end of which he grabbed his arm and went for an irish whip. With the size and power advantage, Andrews easily countered it and sent her against the ropes instead. Cheesecake rebounded back with a crossbody, pinning him for a two count. When she went to pick her up, Duke drove his knee into her stomach, doubling her over and hammering her with a forearm to the back.

The match kept going on a similar pattern, with Cheesecake moving quickly on her feet, dodging Duke’s strikes and hitting him with swift strikes, keeping a fast pace and connecting a low dropkick that took Duke to his knee, hitting the ropes once again and hitting a scissor kick. She went once again for a cover, but Andrews kicked out once again. The time off the ring definitely was not wasted by Cheesecake, who clearly trained hard and improved a lot in these months away from the spotlights as the way she was holding her ground against the multi time champion, at least until Duke caught her with a spinning side slam that literally took the wind off her sails. The pinning predicament only gave him a two count, but Duke had shifted the momentum in his favor, picking up the opponent and hitting her with his Red White and Blue Combo. The final roaring lariat sent the pink haired girl in the corner, Duke reached her there and started kicking her in the stomach until she fell on the mat. He didn't stop there, continuing to punish her with the Red Wing Stomp. Eventually the referee pushed him back, but it wasn't long before Duke shoved him away and went back on dismantling the young opponent, picking her up and, after a big chop, tossing her around with a belly to belly suplex.

One thing you gotta give Cheesecake credit for was the resilience and never give up attitude that pushed her constantly to keep going, despite the incredible amount of punishment Duke was putting her through. During another heated brawl exchange, Cheesecake went for a big right hand, duke dodged it and countered with the leg hook reverse STO he calls Crossroads. After she kicked out one more time, he started showing the first signs of frustation, and that lead him to make a mistake, allowing Cheesecake to build some momentum, planting him on his head with a snap ddt. She climbed to the top rope, pointing at him and diving off with an elbow drop. Duke was still into this match, kicking out and fighting back. But just like it happened early in the match, her quickness allowed her to avoid most of his attacks amd knock him down with a spinning heel kick. The crowd roared in anticipation as she climbed to the top rope, knowing oh so well what was coming next. She was ready to hit the Star In The Night, the corckscrew senton she adopted from Katie Moicelle when Six Days Of Silence by Cripple Mr Onion blared out of the loudspeakers, and The Misery appeared on the entrance stage. Cheesecake took her eyes off the prize for one moment, distracted by the mysterious man's appearance and Duke capitalized on hit, carrying her over his shoulders and connecting the Andrews Effect (One Winged Angel) picking up the win and spoiling Cheesecake's debut.

WINNER: Duke Andrews
BY: Pinfall (Andrews Effect), 12:22

Jared Idol: "And just like that, Duke picks up the win, with an assist from The Misery."

Bea Torres: "Whoever hides behind that mask must be a big jerk!"

Jared Idol: "He's a man on a mission, Bea. Cheesecake is just a hindrance on his way to Tyron Bickerton"

Bea Torres: "Speaking of Cheesecake..."

Jared Idol: "What? Are you hungry?"

Bea Torres: "No! I was trying to say, she looked great out here tonight!"

Jared Idol: "Aye. She definitely improved a lot."

Bea Torres: "... And now I'm hungry."

The crowd in Salt Lake City are waiting as “My Own Grave” by As I Lay Dying begins to fill the arena. The smart fans on Twitter get to their feet knowing it’s the new entrance track for the Millennium Wrestling Enterprise Champion, Christopher Kane. The champion doesn’t make them wait too long before stepping out from the back with the MWE Title around his waist as he gets a huge cheap pop with the throwback Karl Malone jersey. He marches to the ring, slapping a few hans, but has a purpose in mind again this week.

CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Salt Lake City, what’s up?

Another cheap pop for the champion. He takes a moment to survey all the fans in the crowd.

CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I told you I’d be here tonight to a say a few things. Apparently my throwing of the poster wasn’t well liked by the ole bosses. I imagine that was a mess to clean up, but with Grace van Beek having to foot the bill, well, didn’t really bug me all the much.

The crowd gets on their feet again with applause as they too dislike Miss van Beek.

CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I threw the poster because I was trying to be symbolic of how this relationship was so happy and now it’s shattered. When I take on Melissa Reeves at Dark Web, it’s not an issue of two lovers anymore. It’s between two people that grew apart and something that I initiated.

He pauses for a moment before going on.

CHRISTOPHER KANE:
Melissa and I are both very career driven. We both want to be the very best no matter where we go. If you’re not here to be in these shoes, being the top guy, I don’t know what you’re doing here. But I got to thinking and thinking more and more while she was gone wrestling for Underground. It hit me that as long as I have this…

Point to the title.

CHRISTOPHER KANE:
We could never be happy. And I knew that if she won this from me, I’d resent her for it. I couldn’t live with knowing this woman that I loved was better than me. It would sit and eat at me, and instead of letting anything fester because of how career driven we are?

He sighs.

CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I broke up with her. I don’t blame her for being pissed. I would be too, but when you look at this title, and look at how driven she is in this sport, it wouldn’t have lasted. We’ve all seen wrestler marriages fall apart after two months. We made it over half a year going out in the same company, kinda impressive. I don’t hate her. I don’t loathe her. I just couldn’t fake it anymore with her.

The fans are silent but understand his point of view.

CHRISTOPHER KANE:
However, instead of going to hide on a vacation, I’m showing up for work. Even though I haven’t had a match in two weeks, I’m still here. I’m still going to Riot. I’m doing everything this title and company asks of me to do. This comes with the territory. Melissa Reeves? When the going got tough? She got going.

That stun a few fans who booed as Melissa Reeves fans while others cheered and agreed with him.

CHRISTOPHER KANE:
I’m not saying this to piss her off, but where has she been the past few weeks? Nowhere to be seen. Mel, I’m going to beat you at Dark Web. You will not leave with this title. You can hit me in the face, kick me in the dick, do whatever sick and twisted shit in your head, but I will remain the MWE Champion.

He doesn’t really show any emotion saying it.

CHRISTOPHER KANE:
This isn’t me being cocky, this is just me telling you the truth. I show up for work. You go on vacation. You insult me. I try to take the high road. Your friends bite their tongues. Mine just want to know what happened. Truth be told, I don’t give a shit what you do. You never did with me. See you at Dark Web.

Christopher hands the microphone and heads to the back without any music or slapping any hands.

Singles Match

The Misery VS Tiffany Tompkins

Probably for the first time in her young career, Tiffany Tompkins walked out on the notes of Nirvana’s “Very Ape” to a mixed reaction from the Salt Lake fans. Sure, the majority of them were still cheering on the Five Foot Death Machine, even in this difficult moment following Megan’s revelation about her past, but there was part of the crowd who was booing her, some holding signs calling her a fraud and making references to her heritage. The unexpected but at the same time feared reaction apparently bothered the Cloud Gate Champion more than it probably should have, especially considering we are talking about limited number of fans, barely audible among the twenty thousand cheering on her. And it definitely bothered her more than the usual display of hatred was affecting The Misery as he walked out the curtain accompanied by his manager, The Manic. Entering the ring, he went to mock Tiffany, calling her a fraud and referring at her as Tiffany Halliwell. At this point, you would expect the eighteen years old to shut his mouth with a straight punch, or at least standing up to the much taller opponent like he did to the likes of Aries Armadaist back at Deep In The Heart. But not tonight. Tonight those words pierced through her thin armor she used to wear and hit her where it hurt the most, her pride. Tiffany lowered her head and took a step back, waiting for the bell to ring.

The Misery was perfectly aware of the huge opportunity he had tonight, facing one of the fastest rising stars in this industry with a clear psychological advantage. And he didn’t have to do much for it, just touch the right buttons to crush her spirit when people were starting to help her put herself back together. And he fully intended to exploit this situation, charging at her right off the bat with a big lariat, and knocking the Cloud Gate Champion down. He pulled her up and connected some right hands to her face, whipping her against the ropes and connecting with a dropkick. It was clear since these first exchanges that Tiffany was completely off her game, and with good reasons. Once again The Misery picked the champ up from the mat and tossed her in the corner, hitting her with a running elbow. He pushed her down to the mat, climbing to the top rope and jumping for an elbow drop, trying the first pinfall attempt.

The masked man was completely dominating the younger opponent who, almost five minutes into the match, hadn’t find her footing yet. She eventually tried a reaction countering an irish whip and sending The Misery against the corner, charging in. The Misery lifted himself and sat on her shoulders, hooking her arms with his legs and her legs with his arms as he hung upside down over the top rope locking her in a tarantula submission. Obviously, he had to let her go before the referee count reached five, but the damage was done already. Tiffany was on her knees, holding her back in pain and slowly getting up. As soon as she was on her feet, he jumped from the apron on the top rope, using it as a springboard to jump back in the ring and take her down with a clothesline. Staying on the attack, he tried to put the Five Foot Death Machine away with a backdrop piledriver but the young girl refused to stay down.

Finally the Salt Lake City were able to have a glimpse of the old Tiffany, the kid that took 2019 by storm winning three titles and a prestigious tournament in little over two months. During a heated exchange in the middle of the ring, Tompkins caught the opponent with a stiff punch straight to the jaw, stunning him momentarily and using the opening to land a kick to the leg, following with another one, and a third. The fans immediately came back to life as Tiffany was hitting The Misery with the trademark flurry of shoot kicks, ending the sequence with a single leg running dropkick. The Death Machine was back, and The Misery was learning the hard way why Tiffany Tompkins, despite the young age, is considered one of the biggest star in the business today. Kick after kick, she forced him on his knee, charging in with a big boot right to the face, sliding into a cover. The Misery kicked out and went for a right hand. Tiffany ducked it and kicked him on the back of his leg, hitting the ropes and driving him face first to the canvas with a running bulldog.

Tiffany tried to keep her focus, but tonight definitely wasn’t her night. She missed widely with the cannonball, crashing against the corner. The Misery took advantage of the mistake and sent her all the way across the ring, charging at the opposite corner and hit her with a Yakuza Kick and trying to put her away for good with a double foot stomp. Tiffany moved out of the way, grabbing The Misery and dropping him on her knees with a codebreaker. The masked man stood up and got hit by a kick to the stomach by the Cloud Gate Champion who then followed with a swinging ddt. With the opponent down, this was her moment to shine. The fans were calling for it, they cheered on Tiffany who was going to put an end to The Misery’s streak charging in with the Death Kick… And missing, He rolled her over and lifted her instead of trying a cover, dropping her against the corner with a running buckle bomb. He now had her exactly where he wanted her, perfectly positioned for the Bliss To Misery, picking up a prestigious win against the current Clous Gate Champion.

WINNER: The Misery
BY: Pinfall (Bliss to Misery), 13:10

Bea Torres: "WHAAAAAAT?"

Jared Idol: "The Misery just pinned the Cloud Gate Champion!"

Bea Torres: "That's not possible! It doesn't even make sense!"

Jared Idol: "Unfortunately it does. The recent events are turning out to be too much for Tiffany to handle. This is the hardest moment in her young career, it's literally sink or swim for the Cloud Gate Champion. And after what we saw out there tonight? She better learn to swim real quick."

The distinct sound of music can heard coming out of the locker room area as the picture begins to fade in. As the cameraman gets closer, the song’s audio is able to be heard. The voice happens to be Terrence Howard, from his role a Djay in the movie Hustle & Flow. The camera pans to the right a bit. Terrance’s voice fades as both SERO and NEON shout out the song’s chorus in English.

NEON & SERO:
Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em! Whoop that Trick! Get em!

OMI is putting on her gear as she sits on a nearby bench. There’s a blank, and almost disinterested expression on her face as she listens to her siblings act a fool. She just ready to fight. The camera lingers on that shot of The Happy Few before June Oikawa enters the frame and steps out of the locker. She closes the door behind her.

June Oikawa:
Good evening, everyone.

She lets out a sigh.

June Oikawa:
You all are probably wondering what all that was about…

She gives a wayward glance towards the locker room. Their muffled shouts can still be picked up. June then turns back towards the camera.

June Oikawa:
Honestly? I do not have a super great explanation for you. Well, other than the fact that SERO and NEON often listen to music to hype themselves up.

She nods, knowing that to be a fact.

June Oikawa:
Though, I suppose it is a good thing. It simply means that they are excited and ready to perform tonight.

There’s a seconds pause.

June Oikawa:
Jet beat OMI. NEON beat Penny. The score is now tied up. This match here tonight is quite vital; NEON, OMI, and SERO all know it. This match is centered around momentum and moral. The team that is victorious shall walk into Dark Web with its head held high and a extra bit of confidence. Now yes, there is no shortage of confidence when it comes to The Happy Few. But that momentum? It would be a godsend. And that is why they are ecstatic to get out to that ring.

Another pause occurs.

June Oikawa:
Now, many teams would be thrown off by the fact that there shall be a mystery person aiding Jetpack this evening. But as you are probably aware, OMI, NEON, and SERO are anything but ordinary. They all have told me that they are not concerned about who that mystery person might be. Why? Because it doesn’t change their objective—to win. Therefore, it matter very little who that partner might be.

June nods her head in affirmation. She then lets out a sigh a few moments later. She can still hear them shouting and going wild.

June Oikawa:
That is all. I must now go in there and shut things down before Millennium receives a noise violation.

With that, the camera begins to fade out.

Tag Team Match

Sephora Eastwick & Knox VS Olivia Wythe & Levi

The match begins with Olivia beginning off as Knox stays inside the ring himself. Sephora demands that she begins but he really doesn’t give too much attention as he has a towering advantage in size over Wythe. That didn’t deter the smaller woman to try a test of strength that went completely wrong for her. Knox used his size to toss her into the corner and pepper her with strike after strike.

Knox kept on the attack until a surprise dropkick gave Olivia an edge. She hammered away with shots all over Knox and kicked away at the leg. Wythe came off the second turnbuckle with a forearm, reeling Knox. Levi asked for a chance in the ring and her partner was more than happy to allow her in. Sephora blindly tagged in as the crowd jeered loudly.

Levi was able to use her speed against Sephora with arm drags, throwing her across the ring repeatedly. The youngest person in the contest continued to use her lucha leanings to frustrate the violent Sephora, ending her flurry of offense with snap hurricanrana, sending Sephora to the floor. The crowd clapped as Levi attempted to fly with a suicide dive but Sephora cut her off with a hard right hand.

The sadistic Sephora began to take over against the young Levi. She insultingly slapped Levi a few times before dumping her with a rolling release suplex for a close two count. Eastwick stood up and backed to the corner. Knox smirked and tagged himself back into the match, drawing the ire of his partner. She screamed at him but he went to work on Levi using his size to his advantage.

Levi tried to make it to her corner the tag repeatedly as time wore on, but Knox was too much for her to overcome as he kept using hard elbows and kicks to keep her down. However, Levi began to fire back up and eventually came off of the top rope with a huge crossbody following a bulldog and a tilt-a-whirl DDT.

Everyone clapped before the tag was made on both sides, Olivia coming in like a house of fire. She was able to take down Sephora more than once and forced Knox out of the ring with a running dropkick. Everything was in her favor until a poke to the eye turned the tide for Eastwick who planted Wythe with a jackknife powerbomb, and threw up a TOO SWEET to so many boos.

She backed into the corner and avoided another Knox blindtag. The two began to bicker back and forth as Olivia got a nearfall from a roll up. Knox took the advantage to tag himself in. A #000000 Out followed but the momentum took Olivia to her corner. Levi tagged back in, staggering a little bit. She avoided a clothesline and rana’d Knox back into his corner. Sephora tagged back in.

Eastwick snuck behind the still tired Levi and went for the Blue Light Special, but Levi was able to reverse that into a huge DDT! Levi looked down to see her foe on the canvas and waited for her to get up before hitting the 25 Cent Jawbreaker! The three count soon followed as the youngster’s face lit up after a huge win!

WINNER: Olivia Wythe & Levi
BY: Pinfall (25 cent Jawbreaker), 10:05

Bea Torres: "Sweet revenge for Levi!"

Jared Idol: "The Baby K scored a huge win for her team and, if I remember correctly what Gian said after last week's events, she just earned herself and Olivia a shot at the Empire Extreme Championship."

Bea Torres: "Oh boy... I forgot about that! This is huge!"

The live feed cuts to the outside of the Vivint Smart Home Arena. The footage is low quality, caught by the camera positioned in the parking lot, no audio at all. Tiffany Tompkins is seen walking away, gym bag on her shoulders and her head lowered. Obviously disappointed with how the night went, frustrated by Megan's words and still upset from her past having been exposed, the Cloud Gate Champion didn't even wait for the show to end to leave from a back door. Understandably, she wants to avoid the question of fans and press.

She wants to be left alone.

And yet, someone is looking for her. One of the back doors open, and a young boy storms out of the Arena, calling her name. Tiffany stops but she doesn't turn around. Most people wouldn't recognize the blonde kid. Unless they pay attention to Tiffany's social media activity. In that case, they would be able to recognize him as Coen Farrell, a friend of the Five Foot Deathmachine who. Coen joins Tiffany, trying to calm her down. Obviously, we can't hear what they are saying, but his words didn't seem to have the deisred effect on Tompkins. She seems upset, probably yelling at this point.

And then she picks up her bag from the ground and walks away, leaving him standing in the empty parking lot.

There’s a nice pop from the Salt Lake City fans as the cameras open up on the ringside area, finding the MWE Tag Team Champions down by catering as Penny looks a bit morose tonight, she’s got a lovely slice of cake on her plate but is only taking a few small bites as her partner and fellow champion Jet Blanchard relaxes with a bottle of sweet tea, leaning against the wall, watching her. Finally he stands up straighter and reaches with his free hand to pat Penny on her blond curls.

Jet Blanchard:
Aight spill, what’s buggin’ you Pen-Pen? You ain’t even finish that cake and I know that’s your favorite German Chocolate Fudge cake.

Penny gives a loud and dramatic sigh.

Penny Kaplan:
I know and it’s super good, it’s so good I want to ship some to Australia so Kelly can have some.

Her eyes do light up a bit at the mention of Kelly Fury, but she sighs dramatically again after taking another bite of the cake.

Penny Kaplan:
I mean, it’s this whole TBA thing! I mean, I get the need for some mystery! Some pep in the step! Keep the fans on their toes! But I’d just, I don’t know, feel better if our TBA was on the poster because you know I save those things!

Jet chuckles and shakes his head.

Jet Blanchard:
You’re more worried about some poster for your Jetpack memorabilia than the fact we about to face We Happy Few? They’re tough, no doubt about it. Focus, Pen-Pen. I mean, there’s gonna be enough goin on without you being all blue back here.

Penny looks at him skeptically and he points at her plate.

Jet Blanchard:
Come on girl, you earned that cake.

Penny beams at him as a shadow falls over the pair and her face lights up.

Penny Kaplan:
I can’t believe you’re here!

And the cameras cut elsewhere as the fans excitedly whisper, wondering who Penny reacted to!

Trios Match

The Happy Few VS Jetpack & TBA

In ten days, Jetpack and Happy Few will be fighting at Dark Web for the MWE Tag Team Championship, held by Jetpack since Imperium back in January. Tonight’s match might have been considered a rich appetizer, with the Youngbloods Iron Rougarou Champion SERO joining his sisters OMI and NEON and a surprise guest to fighting with Penny and Jet. As “Stand Up (For The Champions)” by Right Said Fred, the MWE Tag Team Champion walk out to the usual huge pop from the Millennium fans. Bringing the usual dose of energy and positivity, Jetpack walks down the ramp, shaking hands with some of the fans down their path. They stop halfway down it, staring at their opponents. Penny counted how many Happy Few were in the ring, turning back to Jett with a confused look on her face, telling him that there were three Happy Few against only two of them. Jet put his hand over her shoulder and gave her a light nod, telling her that he was aware of it and he brought a special friend for the occasion. They both turned to the entrance stage, the fans starting to buzz in anticipation as the special guest was about to be introduced… Social Distortion’s “Machine Gun Blues” blared out of the loudspeakers, the sold out crowd immediately jumping to their feet as they instantly associating the theme song to the IYH triple crown winner Shawn Fox. The Arizona born joined Penny and Jet and the trio entered the ring, standing across the focused and seemingly unfazed opponents.

NEON and Jet started the match for the respective teams, locking up in the center of the ring. Blanchard quickly escaped and threw the opponent to the mat with an arm drag. NEON was quickly back to her feet and walked right into another arm drag by the tag team champion. For a second time, she stood up, this time Jet caught her with a head scissors that sent her into her corner, where SERO took the tag. The Panther King stepped inside the ring, walking slowly toward the opponent and surprising him with a kick to the leg. He followed with a big right hand, ducked by Blanchard who then caught SERO off guard and pinned him with a backslide. The leader of The Few kicked out and stopped the charging Jet with a kick to the stomach, landing a couples of uppercuts and tossing him against the ropes, flipping him over his head with a high angle back body drop. Penny entered the ring after the blind tag, grabbing SERO from behind and dropping him on her knees with a backstabber, going for a cover right after and only getting a two count out of it.

Penny obtained another count of two after a hip toss/low dropkick combination, picking up the opponent and trying to lift him for a suplex. SERO fought back, blocking the move with his leg twice and countering with a knee to the stomach, before managing to lift the tag team champion in a vertical suplex position and drop her on her head with a brain buster. The tides had suddenly turned in favor of the Happy Few, SERO was fully in control pushing Penny back into the corner where he hit her with his shoot kicks to the chest, sitting her on the top turnbuckle from where he dropped her with the Hakka No Togame (Top Rope Tiger Driver). Jet had to enter the ring and break the pin to save the match for his team.

The blonde girl was taking a lot of punishment, not only from SERO but from all the Happy Few who were keeping her isolated with quick tags, working like a well oiled machine. The fans were firmly behind Penny, recognizing the difficult moment the tag champion was in and trying with their incessant support, to help her through it. She, on the other hand, was refusing to stay down, kicking out of OMI’s high speed roundhouse kick known as Ame-no-Tataku (Heavenly Strike) first and from NEON’s Shatter-Shock (Suplex positioned knee strike) after. Her chance to make the tag came when NEON missed the Umeda Skyline attempt. Penny slowly made her way to her corner, too slowly probably since NEON caught her leg and stopped her for a moment, before eating an enziguri from the tag team champion who finally made the tag to Shawn Fox.

This was the second time Shawn stepped inside a MWE ring, curiously the first one in front of its fans after the Empty Arena Match he had against Seth Iser a month ago. He wasted no time and approached NEON, showing off his boxing background and hitting her with a series of quick jabs, ending the sequence with a right haymaker. He then charged at SERO and OMI, pushing them off the apron with a split legged missile dropkick. He turned around just in time to avoid a lariat from the legal woman in this match and hit her with his Fox Your Face, a super stiff Pele Kick. Shawn made the cover, but the count was interrupted by SERO grabbing him by the leg and dragging him out of the ring. The two men started trading blows on the outside, ignoring the referee pleading Shawn to get back inside. They weren’t the only one ignoring the official who was struggling to maintain order. Jet stepped inside the ring and took a run against the ropes to jump over the top one with a somersault plancha taking out SERO after Shawn moved out of the way. Fox thanked him and walked inside the ring, going to pick up NEON once again. Out of nowhere OMI hit him with the Super Cyclone, her devastating Tornado Kick that already claimed many victims. And Fox was another name on the list, as he fell to the mat, out cold after the killer shot. NEON, who was still legal for her team, crawled into a cover, capitalizing on the occasion to get the win in this trio match.

Or that’s what would have happened if Penny didn’t make the save at the last second, diving onto NEON and breaking the pin. NEON tried to make her pay for it, but Penny ducked it and tossed her in the corner with a monkey flip. OMI made the tag and entered the ring, engaging in a brawl with the blonde girl who was buying Shawn some valuable times, allowing him to reach his corner. OMI noticed it and got rid of her with a bicycle knee and a second Super Cyclone, running toward Shawn to prevent the tag from happening. But she was a moment too late. Blanchard entered the ring with a springboard dropkick, using his speed at his advantage and hitting the ropes, rebounding back with a spinning wheel kick. He followed with a springboard moonsault, getting only a two count out of it. OMI fought back with a cross handed throat thrust and an arm trap neckbreaker, getting a two count out of it. OMI was stalking him, waiting for the perfect chance to knock him out with the Super Cyclone. Jet stood up, ducking at the last moment the Tornado Kick and quickly rolling his opponent up, for a quick cover that caught OMI off balance. Despite SERO’s attempt who came a moment too late, Jet managed to keep her pinned for three seconds, getting a big win for his team.

WINNER: Jetpack & Shawn Fox
BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 16:53

Jared Idol: "What a match!"

Bea Torres: "I can't believe Shawn Fox was here!"

Jared Idol: "I can assure you he was here. And he definitely played a huge part in this match, helping the MWE Tag Team Champions to score a win against the challengers."

Bea Torres: "The Few don't look happy with it..."

Jared Idol: "Bea...."

Bea Torres: "What? It was fun, i saw you chuckling!"

Jared Idol: "I absolutely didn't. But you're right, SERO, OMI and NEON won't be satisfied with how the match went. Will they be able to turn this loss in fuel for their match at Dark Web?"

Bea Torres: "I hope not, but i guess we'll see!"

The show cuts to a shot of the Lockdown Championship. As the camera remains focused on the belt, the unmistakable German accent of the current titleholder is heard.

Selina Metzger:
Congratulations, Luna. You finally managed to get a win against me.

The sound of slow, sarcastic clapping follows, and the shot pans out to show the Lockdown Champion, Selina Metzger, who is dressed in her ring, with the title around her waist.

Selina Metzger:
It only took you five attempts, plus the help of two partners.

The clapping ceases.

Selina Metzger:
And now you get your rematch for the Lockdown Championship - a rematch that I half-expect you to attempt to claim I have tried to avoid. The reality though is that I told you as recently as the beginning of last week, that I would gladly give you a rematch whenever you wanted one.

A slight sigh escapes Der Übermensch.

Selina Metzger:
During your reign as champion, you did everything you could think of to try to avoid having to defend the title against me, but that’s not the kind of champion that I want to be. I want to be a fighting champion, defending the title against all comers, even going so far as to allow my challengers to be responsible for the stipulations for my defenses of the Lockdown title.

There is a very brief pause, before she continues.

Selina Metzger:
For our main event tonight, Luna, you decided upon a no disqualification, no count out match, which you stated was so as to avoid me trying to run away with the title.

Selina scoffs at the suggestion that she would resort to getting herself either disqualified or counted out as a way to retain the Lockdown Championship.

Selina Metzger:
You’re the one who was more than happy to keep hold of the title by simply waiting for the time limit to expire and have the match end in a draw, rather than actually trying to defeat your opponent. However, there’s no chance that I would ever do that. Like I just said a moment ago, that’s not the kind of champion that I’m going to be.

She shakes her head.

Selina Metzger:
If you really wanted to avoid me trying to run away with the title, you would’ve chosen something like a strap match or a dog collar match, or even a cage match. But as foolish as you might think some people are, I know that you aren’t stupid, Luna. You know that choosing a match like that, where we would always be at close quarters, would be suicidal for you.

She then puts her hands on her hips.

Selina Metzger:
The real reason you chose a no disqualification, no count out match isn’t to stop me from running away with the title - it’s because you know that can’t beat me in a standard match. And that’s the dilemma you face this evening: unlike any of our previous one-one-one matches, this time you’re going to actually have to try to beat me. You thought that a no disqualification match would give you the best chance of beating me, and maybe it does, but… just remember that those stipulations you picked, they’re going to apply to both of us. I mean, sure, there’s going to be nothing to stop you from striking me with whatever you can get your hands, but the same also goes for me; how much force do you think I can swing a chair with, Luna?

A smirk crosses Selina’s face.

Selina Metzger:
I know that after what happened last week, your proverbial tail is up, but my reign as champion isn’t about to come to an end in my first defense. The main event tonight is going to follow a similar pattern to our other past encounters: Selina über Luna.

With a familiar, confident stare on the face of the Lockdown Champion, the camera cuts away.

Lockdown Championship
Ubermensch Rules: No DQ

Selina Metzger(c) VS Luna

Luna and Selina were no strangers to each other, having crossed paths quite often in recent times fighting for the same Lockdown Championship that was on the line tonight. The difference from their previous encounters was all on the stipulation. No time limit, no count-outs, no disqualifications. The "Ubermensch Rules" completely overturned the concept at the base of the Lockdown Championship, meant to give the champion an advantage by choosing the stipulation for their defense. Well, Selina choose not to choose, or better, to give her opponent this opportunity. And Luna opted for a no DQ stipulation, obviously walking into this match with a plan. And a steel chair that she slammed across Selina's back during the champion's entrance, sliding both the chair and the opponent under the bottom rope, ordering the referee to start the match. Obviously, the referee had to wait for Selina to get up and hand him the belt before this match could be officially considered underway. Smith knocked down the champion with a chair shot to the head and hooked the leg, but there was still life in Selina.

The former champion was determined to take "her" title back, fully exploiting the advantage the initial assault gave her. Her Krav Maga background was on full dispaly tonight, hard kicks and knees and elbows without forgetting, of course, the throat strikes. The usually dominating German was tonight in grat difficulty, unable to find a counter to Luna's offense falling victim of the Upgrade (two knee strikes followed by a neckbreaker). The Star Of The Night tried another pin, but Metzger refused to gave up so easily, shoving Luna away when the former champion picked her up. Smith charged in, but Selina was ready this time, anticipating her intentions with a kick to the stomach. She lifted Luna in a stalling vertical suplex, making it look easy. After a quite impressive hang time, The Ubermensch eventually dropped her down, floating into a cover for a count of two.

The steel chair was still dangerously close to the action, and it was only a matter of time before it came back into play. And just like before, it was the challenger who took advantage, nailing Selina with a ddt on the chair. To make sure she'd get the three count this time, Luna climbed on the top rope and jumped backwards for a moonsault. Still, Selina raised her shoulder. Showing the first signs of frustration, Luna took it to the referee, accusing him of not being able to do his job. The challenger gained speed against the ropes and went for a crossbody. Metzger caught her in mid air and dropped her on her knee for a backbreaker. Maintaining her hold, she lifted the Star Of The Night over her shoulders, ready for the Elbe Valley Driver. Luna wiggled free and pushed her against the ropes, Selina rebounded back with a discus clothesline that almost decapitated the blonde girl.

The fight moved to the ringside when Selina lifted Luna in a Gorilla Press position and threw her outside. Using the barricades, Luna picked herself up. She didn't last long on her feet though, only the time for Selina to send her among the fans with a clothesline. While the former champion recovered, Metzger grabbed a table from under the ring and slid it under the bottom rope. Luna was back on her feet and Selina dragged her on the right side of the fence, whipping her back first against the apron. Feeling the momentum on her side, the Lockdown Champion rolled her challenger back in the ring and set up the table. By the time she turned around, Luna had recovered and kicked the champion in the stomach. She then started unloading a flurry of punches with her right hand that, to a closer look, turned out to be wearing a brass knuckle. The loaded fists did the trick, the Ubermensch was out and laying on the table she set up moments before. Luna was this close to her second reign as Lockdown Champion, and she didn't waste the chance to remind the Salt Lake Champion that she was, indeed, The Star Of The Night and the best Lockdown Champion. She did this while standing on the top rope ready for the Stardom (Sparkle Splash). A dangerous spot to get distracted in. Selina recovered and climbed to the second rope, loading the opponent over her shoulder and dropping her with an Elbe Valley Driver through a table that elicited a "Holy Shit" from the fans. There was no way Luna could kick out of that. Selina successfully retained her title ten days away from Dark Web, when she'll be defending it against Christina Zdunich.

WINNER: Selina Metzger (Still Champion)
BY: Pinfall (Elbe Valley Driver), 14:48

Jared Idol:
She did it! Selina successfully retained her Lockdown Championship!

Bea Torres:
What a match!

Jared Idol:
Both women tried their best, but in the end, a distraction probably costed Luna her opportunity.

Bea Torres:
That's right. And in ten days, at Dark Web, she will face Crystal Hilton for the title.

Jared Idol:
I think she wants to be called Christina Zdunich now.

Bea Torres:
Who dis?

Jared Idol:
Crystal Hilton.

Bea Torres:
You mean Christina Rose?

Jared Idol:
Bloody Hell, don't even start please... Anyway, this is all for tonight ladies and gentleman.

Bea Torres:
A quick reminder that there won't be a show next week, nor a Riot episode on Saturday. MWE comes back in ten days, LIVE from the Staples Center with our next ppv.

Jared Idol:
And remember, at Dark Web, you people have the power. Have a good night, folks.

Shoutbox

Hypothetical: Kill them all! Jun 13, 2020 17:49:48 GMT -6

Raymond Reznik: With kindness? Jun 18, 2020 22:23:07 GMT -6

gvb: with fire Jun 19, 2020 13:09:42 GMT -6

Seth Iser: STAB EVERYTHING Oct 12, 2020 11:18:17 GMT -6

Hypothetical: EAT THE CHIP!!! Mar 18, 2021 13:20:28 GMT -6

Seth Iser: IT BURNS Mar 18, 2021 17:09:06 GMT -6

torture: Always been lurking! Huge fan of this fed! Keep up the great work, everybody. Jun 8, 2021 15:44:27 GMT -6

Seth Iser: THE CHIP STILL BURNS Nov 29, 2021 13:52:08 GMT -6

Julian Savell: THE CHIP IS BURNING ME STILL!!! Jul 7, 2022 1:45:40 GMT -6

Seth Iser: BAN THE LAVA CHIP! BAN IT! Feb 14, 2023 12:46:36 GMT -6

Seth Iser: IT'S BEEN OVER TWO YEARS AND IT'S STILL BURNING! WHAT THE HELL!? Mar 26, 2023 10:16:26 GMT -6

cloudy: ☁️ Jun 6, 2023 10:50:10 GMT -6

Lowri Moss: 🌧️ Jun 17, 2023 13:10:16 GMT -6

Seth Iser: HELP! THE LAVA CHIP IS STILL BURNING EVERYTHING! Sept 1, 2023 16:42:27 GMT -6

gvb: THE DALEK IS COMING TO RESCUE YOU! Sept 4, 2023 8:13:05 GMT -6

Lowri Moss: If the Dalek is our hope we are all doomed! Oct 30, 2023 16:29:24 GMT -6

Seth Iser: The burning finally ended. The lava chip nightmares have begun though. Dec 6, 2023 2:10:43 GMT -6

diakos: Is this place still alive? Jan 25, 2024 11:24:52 GMT -6

gvb: I would say so. I'm having a hard time getting back on track but I'm almost there lol Jan 25, 2024 12:10:12 GMT -6

wolfy: how do you apply to be part of the efed? Jan 27, 2024 21:03:37 GMT -6