Post by gvb on Apr 7, 2019 14:21:59 GMT -6
Riot in Newfounland And Labrador
Live from Mile One Centre in St. John, NL
Saturday, April 6th, 2019
Three Days Grace's "Riot" blasts out of the loudspeakers as the camera takes us inside the Mile One Centre in St John. It might be the first time in Canada for MWE but the reception is as loud as ever. Red and white spotlights dance on the stage as the camera pans over the Canadian fans, moving to Alyx Valero and Zackary Dyson at ringside.
Zackary Dyson:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Riot!
Alyx Valero:
Baby, it's cold as outside, but the temperature is quickly rising here in the Mile One Centre!
Zackary Dyson:
We have a very interesting card tonight, with the main event definitely standing out above the other great matches scheduled.
Alyx Valero:
No shaming the other matches but Baumer vs Grimes? Gimme!
Zackary Dyson:
At Dark Web Cass asked Yulia to give her the best competition in Riot, and I believe the first ever Junior Heavyweight champion really fits the mold.
Alyx Valero:
Bro, let's talk about the headline match! If you think about the perfect comeback, it's hard to imagine anything better than being the surprise entrant in a battle royale and winning the whole thing!
Zackary Dyson:
Eliza Valentine always knew how to make an impact. Former and still longest Millennium champion, she just came back from a long hiatus. But she didn't miss a step.
Alyx Valero:
She's facing a big challenge tonight, and not only for the size of his opponent. Andrew Wilkow is a mountain, and with Hearst at ringside, things don't look well for Valentine.
Zackary Dyson:
Well, we'll find out soon Al... Anyway folks... Are you Ready To Riot?
Backstage at the Mile One Centre is none other than Charlotte Webster. She appears to be quite annoyed as she paces back and forth. There were a few bruises after being put through not just one but two fucking walls at Dark Web. She huffs and rubs her arms together, cold from the Newfoundland air. She was, after all, a beach bunny. Webster stops pacing for a moment and looks at the camera.
CHARLIE WEBSTER:
This is all bullcrap! Every single ounce of it!
She huffs and stomps her foot like a child.
CHARLIE WEBSTER:
I got put through two walls at Dark Web and they expect me to wrestle tonight? Yulia has it out for me. It’s the only clear explanation. I’d like to see her go through a wall and wrestle just a week or so later. Every since part of my body aches!
Another annoyed huff.
CHARLIE WEBSTER:
Tonight, I have to face Dakota Lockard. They’re lucky I’m even going down to that ring after the mugging I suffered at Dark Web. Cass Baumer should’ve been arrested for throwing me through those walls.
Yep, still huffing and puffing.
CHARLIE WEBSTER:
I wrestle in protest this evening of the harsh conditions that Riot puts forth on their roster members. I will become a martyr for this cause. I will freeze to death and face someone who probably wants to kick my beautiful face to make their ugly ass look better. None of this is right, all of it’s wrong.
With that said, she walks off and huffs, going towards the ring.
CHARLIE WEBSTER:
This is all bullcrap! Every single ounce of it!
She huffs and stomps her foot like a child.
CHARLIE WEBSTER:
I got put through two walls at Dark Web and they expect me to wrestle tonight? Yulia has it out for me. It’s the only clear explanation. I’d like to see her go through a wall and wrestle just a week or so later. Every since part of my body aches!
Another annoyed huff.
CHARLIE WEBSTER:
Tonight, I have to face Dakota Lockard. They’re lucky I’m even going down to that ring after the mugging I suffered at Dark Web. Cass Baumer should’ve been arrested for throwing me through those walls.
Yep, still huffing and puffing.
CHARLIE WEBSTER:
I wrestle in protest this evening of the harsh conditions that Riot puts forth on their roster members. I will become a martyr for this cause. I will freeze to death and face someone who probably wants to kick my beautiful face to make their ugly ass look better. None of this is right, all of it’s wrong.
With that said, she walks off and huffs, going towards the ring.
Singles Match
Dakota Lockard VS Charlie WebsterCharlie Webster looked still pretty banged up after being put through two fucking walls at Dark Web in her Falls Count Anywhere match against Cass Baumer. Tonight she made her debut in single competition in Riot against Dakota Lockard who, despite the ups and downs, had a decent showing in the Battle Royale at the last PPV. A rookie with less than ten matches under her belt looked like an opportunity too good to pass on to try get his career back on track. And he wasted no time to try get the job done, exploding out of his corner with a big lariat, knocking Charlie out of her boots and immediately dropping into a cover. The former manager raised her shoulder, Lockard picked her up and hit her with some knees to the stomach, positioning himself back to back with her and reaching up, grabbing her head with his arms and falling down into a neckbreaker. Gaining some momentum against the ropes, he jumps for a knee drop, but Charlie moved out of the way, standing up to her feet and immediately going for a shining wizard. The subsequent cover only gave her a two count. Webster started building some momentum with her simple yet effective style of offense. Forearm shots to the face, suplex, pinfall attempt. Series of uppercuts, irish whip, dropkick, pinfall attempt. Enough to keep the pressure on the former Mr Portlandia, but nothing he should worry about. He allowed her to keep initiative, letting her wear herself out before striking back with a heavy right to the jaw. As physical as it gets, the Man Of Destiny opted for a direct approach, based on a no-frills in-you-face brawling style that was paying its dividends, forcing the green opponent back into the corner. He followed with a running elbow and shoulders to the mid section, lifting her on the top rope and performing a superplex. Charlie arched her back in visible pain. This didn’t stop Lockard from kicking and stomping her before he lifted her up for a gutwrench backbreaker, making the cover for another near fall. Dakota was in control, tossing the opponent around like a rag doll. Charlie found an opening with a spinning wheel kick out of nowhere, almost getting the upset victory. She tried following up with a running hip attack in the corner, but Dakota moved out of the way. She ended up sitting on the middle turnbuckle, her back hurting from the impact against the corner. Relentlessly Lockard kicked her face in with a big boot, putting her head between his legs and planting her with a package piledriver. With a smug smile, he made a cocky cover, simply laying on top of her without even hooking the leg. Charlie barely raised her shoulder in time, but she seemed out of it. Picking her up, he signalled for his finisher and sent her against the ropes, lifting Charlie over his shoulder and spinning around before dropping her on her face with the Instant Classic (Spinning Waterwheel Facebuster). While falling , Charlie grabbed his legs and used the momentum to roll him up., somehow managing to keep him down long enough for the three count. As soon as the bell rang, she rolled out of the ring, escaping from Dakota’s fury and mocking him tapping her temple with her index. WINNER: Charlie Webster BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 6:58 |
Cutting backstage, we find ourselves once again in the lap of luxury. The camera finds a pink Lamborghini as fresh as a sunrise parked outside the Mile One Centre. Leaning against this rolling bragging right is the man himself, Devin Hearst, with a cigarette in one hand and a whole lot of bad intentions in the other. Taking a drag from the loose smoke, Hearst lets out his dragon’s breath into a scowl he hadn’t lost in a week.
Devin Hearst:
You know what sucks about this job? Predictability. Seems like there’s a hundred wrestling promotions with a thousand wrestlers each, and you’d think with all of those moving pieces and combustible elements that something new would happen? Nope. Same old, same old. Someone does something, they gloat on twitter, everyone pretends that it doesn’t mean shit and than that dude calls ‘em a cuck. Maybe there’s a meme or two or something? I bring this up, Eliza, ‘cause I can already tell that this … whatever you think this is will end up just like that. I don’t have time for dick measuring, you feel me? I’m here to take care of business, and that’s exactly what tonight is all about: business. See, where I’m from …
Stopping mid-sentence, Hearst’s eyebrow quirks up. He stares an absolute dagger off-screen, snapping his fingers to an unseen individual. As the camera pans out, we find Andrew Wilkow, a palm leaf in his hands, now serving as the world’s largest fan boy. With the completely unnecessary breeze on his face, Hearst continues.
Devin Hearst:
Where I’m from, we’d already have this solved by now. Now, I’m all about the chill, so I’ll save the gruesome details, but it involves a parking lot, a screwdriver and a ditch outside of town.Thing is, there’s no box office in that, and I gotta find a way to make this a dead horse a draw! So we have this match. Now, you’ll get a paycheck after you catch an ass whooping and I think someone deserves a thank you! Ain’t that right, Drew?
Andrew Wilkow:
Right, Boss.
Devin Hearst:
Well?
Andrew Wilkow:
Th-Thanks,Boss.
Devin Hearst:
That’s more like it.
Hearst finishes off his cigarette, flicking it into the void beyond the camera. He removed his sunglasses, appropriate for this particularly sunny night, to stare down the former Millennium Champion through the miracle of television with his own eyes.
Devin Hearst:
Now, I know you’re worried about me, you know, getting involved out there. You should be. Why wouldn’t I? Why would I try and fist fight the world on fair terms when I can just Glock that piece and be on my way? There’s problem number two, man: everyone’s drinking this Bushido Kool-Aid. A win is a win is a win is a win, but I get it! It’d really suck if you fought in a match you deserved to win, only for some guy to sneak in last minute and pull out a technicality. It’d be a real prick to brag like they actually won something after that, huh? Sound familiar? However …
Rolling his eyes in the way a teenager does when told to do homework, Hearst sneered.
Devin Hearst:
I’ve made a deal with Yulia that I won’t touch you during the match. Not my ideal situation, but it’s a wise business move. I’m just out there to observe what the big deal is about the millionth person I’ve seen called an “icon”. Mostly, I want to see if you can actually wrestling an entire match or, and here’s the kicker, win by more than just lucky timing. So Eliza, I’ll ask you to try and get up a couple times during this. Drew could use the exercise, but more importantly, I want to savor this. I want to take in that moment when you realize that, despite being a “force of nature”, that you’re just a cool island breeze … running smack dab into Hurricane Devin.
With another snap of his fingers, Devin turned and entered the passenger side of the Lamborghini, signaling for Wilkow to drop the leaf, carefully place on his driving gloves and hat, and take his place in the driver’s seat. As the ride cruised off into the night, we cut away.
Devin Hearst:
You know what sucks about this job? Predictability. Seems like there’s a hundred wrestling promotions with a thousand wrestlers each, and you’d think with all of those moving pieces and combustible elements that something new would happen? Nope. Same old, same old. Someone does something, they gloat on twitter, everyone pretends that it doesn’t mean shit and than that dude calls ‘em a cuck. Maybe there’s a meme or two or something? I bring this up, Eliza, ‘cause I can already tell that this … whatever you think this is will end up just like that. I don’t have time for dick measuring, you feel me? I’m here to take care of business, and that’s exactly what tonight is all about: business. See, where I’m from …
Stopping mid-sentence, Hearst’s eyebrow quirks up. He stares an absolute dagger off-screen, snapping his fingers to an unseen individual. As the camera pans out, we find Andrew Wilkow, a palm leaf in his hands, now serving as the world’s largest fan boy. With the completely unnecessary breeze on his face, Hearst continues.
Devin Hearst:
Where I’m from, we’d already have this solved by now. Now, I’m all about the chill, so I’ll save the gruesome details, but it involves a parking lot, a screwdriver and a ditch outside of town.Thing is, there’s no box office in that, and I gotta find a way to make this a dead horse a draw! So we have this match. Now, you’ll get a paycheck after you catch an ass whooping and I think someone deserves a thank you! Ain’t that right, Drew?
Andrew Wilkow:
Right, Boss.
Devin Hearst:
Well?
Andrew Wilkow:
Th-Thanks,Boss.
Devin Hearst:
That’s more like it.
Hearst finishes off his cigarette, flicking it into the void beyond the camera. He removed his sunglasses, appropriate for this particularly sunny night, to stare down the former Millennium Champion through the miracle of television with his own eyes.
Devin Hearst:
Now, I know you’re worried about me, you know, getting involved out there. You should be. Why wouldn’t I? Why would I try and fist fight the world on fair terms when I can just Glock that piece and be on my way? There’s problem number two, man: everyone’s drinking this Bushido Kool-Aid. A win is a win is a win is a win, but I get it! It’d really suck if you fought in a match you deserved to win, only for some guy to sneak in last minute and pull out a technicality. It’d be a real prick to brag like they actually won something after that, huh? Sound familiar? However …
Rolling his eyes in the way a teenager does when told to do homework, Hearst sneered.
Devin Hearst:
I’ve made a deal with Yulia that I won’t touch you during the match. Not my ideal situation, but it’s a wise business move. I’m just out there to observe what the big deal is about the millionth person I’ve seen called an “icon”. Mostly, I want to see if you can actually wrestling an entire match or, and here’s the kicker, win by more than just lucky timing. So Eliza, I’ll ask you to try and get up a couple times during this. Drew could use the exercise, but more importantly, I want to savor this. I want to take in that moment when you realize that, despite being a “force of nature”, that you’re just a cool island breeze … running smack dab into Hurricane Devin.
With another snap of his fingers, Devin turned and entered the passenger side of the Lamborghini, signaling for Wilkow to drop the leaf, carefully place on his driving gloves and hat, and take his place in the driver’s seat. As the ride cruised off into the night, we cut away.
Singles Match
Brendan Callaghan VS SmokeSmoke wasn't happy. Not that anybody ever saw him smiling but the man who walked out of that curtain tonight was a man with a huge chip on his shoulder, a man who clearly didn't get over the loss at Dark Web just yet. Callaghan was waiting for him in the ring, smiling and chatting with his girlfriend and manager Jade Night. And he was still talking to her when he ate a running big boot from Smoke, who didn't even wait for the bell to ring to attack Brendan. Jade dropped off the apron and complained with the referee, her voice covered by the bell ringing while Smoke was on top of the former Liberty Trials champion, hitting him with lefts and rights. Brendan eventually managed to slip away and roll out of the ring, looking for a break that Smoke wasn't willing to grant him. He left the ring as well, chasing him around in a scene that could have seemed almost comical, if it wasn't for the psychotic look on the british face. Jade stepped in his direction, buying Brendan some time. When Smoke joined him back in the ring, Callaghan kicked him on the head and stomped him to the ground, climbing on the middle rope for a diving knee drop and making the cover for a count of two. The match was a physical contest, the referee had a lot of work to do to remind them that closed fists, eye rakes, eye pokes and bites (yes, Brendan actually bit Smoke's arm to get out of a tight headlock) weren't allowed. It was like both these ompetitors read the book of rules and decided to break them all. A vicious discus elbow almost gave Smoke the win, Callaghan answered with one of his world famous Brendan's Big Bag O'Trix, getting up after the kick out and suddenly dropping on the floor. The referee went to check on him, ready to stop the match and call the paramedics if needed. As soon as he kneeled next to Callaghan, Jade climbed on the apron and tried to hit Smoke, who didn't fell for the trick and blocked her arm as soon as she swung her fist. Night screamed as she found herself face to face with Smoke, who had a sinister smirk on his face. Brendan popped up to his feet and clubbed him from behind, planting him with a reverse ddt and making the cover. Things kept escalating between the two competitors who were trading stiff blows in the middle of the ring. Smoke came out victorious from this exchange, whipping Brendan in the corner and charging with a Yakuza kick. He kept hitting the cornered opponent with punches to the ribs and to the face until Callaghan fell to the mat, seemingly out cold. Smoke hooked the leg, but there was still life in Brendan. The son of the owner of Liberty Pro raised his shoulder and rolled out of the ring, taking another break. Smoke obviously followed him outside only to find Jade standing on his way, once again. This time Smoke didn't hesitate, grabbing her and tossing her on the floor. Brendan's reaction was furious, as he charged at his opponent and hit him with everything he had. It was an all out brawl on the outside, both men using the surrounding environment to inflct more damage. Brendan was introduced to the ring post, starting to bleed from his eyebrow. This didn't stop him from pushing Smoke against the barricade and kicking him in the first row. At that point, obviously, the bell already rang, signaling the end of the match in a double countout. But they didn't care. If anything, with the match now over nothing was stopping them from, literally, throwing chairs at each other until the security managed to separate them. WINNER: // BY: Double Count-Out, 7:34 |
Dean Smith arrives to the arena in a small little replay montage before Millennium cut to him with Camari Hayre, wearing a black Millennium Invictus T-Shirt with some dark jeans, a watch on his wrist and sunglasses hanging on his neckline.
Chloe Collins:
I’m here with the man who recently fought Cole Gregory for the Invictus Championship. Dean Smith. And Dean, you don’t have a match tonight?
Dean Smith:
I don’t have a match tonight, correct. But there is an Invictus fight tonight and that’s got my attention as Foley and Knight. I may have been voted against at Dark Web but that’s not stopped me from doing what an Invictus Champion does….keep an eye out for all the up and comers.
Dean Smith:
Who’s going to try and step up to me and try and take my spot. That’s why I’m here. To answer that question as I won’t be standing aside and letting the votes say I’m done. Not a chance.
Chloe Collins:
So you’re planning on challenging Cole Gregory again. Do you think you’ll be able to defeat him if given the chance?
As she moves the microphone back over to Dean.
Dean Smith:
Yes. He’s proven he’s tough, he’s proven he’s not bad with the submissions but the scorecards are what decided he won. I’ve had a decision win myself and it’s nothing like the KO wins I’m known for. When we went one on one when he didn’t have the precious scores, I won...decisively.
He shoots a look to the camera.
Dean Smith:
The way I see it, I’ve got that one win, he has that submission win, and we have a board deciding the final? No..no...do the fans want that? I hardly think so. They want to see the triology end with a bang.
Chloe Collins:
We’ll have to see what Riot decide with that, but as far as tonight goes, who do you think will walk out the winner of the Invictus Match?
Dean Smith:
I’m going to find out when the fans do. See what Nikki Knight and Aella Foley are capable of. Because when I’m holding the Invictus gold, I’ll be ready to defend it against either of them. Any other questions.
Chloe Collins:
Err, no that’s it thank you.
Dean Smith:
Alright then. Have a good night.
He gives her a small nod and walks off to find himself a quiet place to watch the show’s events.
Chloe Collins:
I’m here with the man who recently fought Cole Gregory for the Invictus Championship. Dean Smith. And Dean, you don’t have a match tonight?
Dean Smith:
I don’t have a match tonight, correct. But there is an Invictus fight tonight and that’s got my attention as Foley and Knight. I may have been voted against at Dark Web but that’s not stopped me from doing what an Invictus Champion does….keep an eye out for all the up and comers.
Dean Smith:
Who’s going to try and step up to me and try and take my spot. That’s why I’m here. To answer that question as I won’t be standing aside and letting the votes say I’m done. Not a chance.
Chloe Collins:
So you’re planning on challenging Cole Gregory again. Do you think you’ll be able to defeat him if given the chance?
As she moves the microphone back over to Dean.
Dean Smith:
Yes. He’s proven he’s tough, he’s proven he’s not bad with the submissions but the scorecards are what decided he won. I’ve had a decision win myself and it’s nothing like the KO wins I’m known for. When we went one on one when he didn’t have the precious scores, I won...decisively.
He shoots a look to the camera.
Dean Smith:
The way I see it, I’ve got that one win, he has that submission win, and we have a board deciding the final? No..no...do the fans want that? I hardly think so. They want to see the triology end with a bang.
Chloe Collins:
We’ll have to see what Riot decide with that, but as far as tonight goes, who do you think will walk out the winner of the Invictus Match?
Dean Smith:
I’m going to find out when the fans do. See what Nikki Knight and Aella Foley are capable of. Because when I’m holding the Invictus gold, I’ll be ready to defend it against either of them. Any other questions.
Chloe Collins:
Err, no that’s it thank you.
Dean Smith:
Alright then. Have a good night.
He gives her a small nod and walks off to find himself a quiet place to watch the show’s events.
Tag Team Match
Zafar Khan & Kory Kramp VS Spectre & Trey Cole
If Spectre and Cole shared a bond, the same cannot be said for the team of Kory Kramp and Zafar Khan. What the Good Wrestling Boy and his partner were lacking in chemistry, they definitely made up for it in enthusiasm, immediately drawing the attention and a loud round of applause from the fans with a double somersault plancha before Spectre and Cole even made it to the ring. They both landed on their feet and exchanged a high five, shaking hands with some of the fans before Kory rolled Spectre into the ring, while Zafar climbed on the apron and took his spot in the corner, ready for the eventual tag. But Kory had a score to settle with the Die Fly after the controversial elimination in the battle royale at Dark Web, pushing Spectre in the corner and charging at him with a double knee to the face. He dropped the opponent down and climbed onto the top turnbuckle, ready for an early Human Fly attempt. Trey swept his leg before he could jump off the turnbuckle, and Kory fell awkwardly on the mat. The referee scolded him, but Cole didn’t seem to mind too much, heading into his corner as if he did nothing wrong. His partner’s interference allowed Spectre to take back control. The Swoltergeist showed all the great things he displayed during the Junior Heavyweight Tournament, with his high flying style and flashy moves. He caught Kory to the back of the head with a handspring enziguri after stunning him with a surprising striking combination, following with a running shooting star press. Kramp kicked out in two, Spectre grabbed him by the arm and dragged him in his corner, giving the tag to Cole, who entered the ring with a slingshot somersault senton. When Kory stood up, Trey punched him on the sides, following with a reverse side kick to the stomach. Kramp doubled over, eating a rising front kick and a foot stomp, before Cole ended the sequence with a bicycle knee strike that sent him against the ropes, rebounding back right into an exploder suplex from The Father Of Finesse. Too focused on Kory, Trey missed the blind tag made by Zafar and whipped the Human Fly under the ropes. Kory ducked the lariat continuing his run, Cole turned around and at that point Khan jumped over the top rope and used it as a springboard to send the opponent halfway across the ring with a headscissors. The fans usually treated Khan with sounding applause, but tonight they were less vocal than the usual. Part of them wondering if tonight’s Zafar was the respectful and honorable wrestler they grew fond of during the Junior Heavyweight Tournament or the man obsessed that showed up at Dark Web and kicked Yoji Kojima unconscious. The first minutes inside the ring seemed to confirm that what happened at Dark Web was just a slip to the dark side, caused by all the frustration accumulated in weeks of Kojima, Constantine and Douglas harassing him and costing him his opportunity in the tournament. Tonight, he was back to his usual demeanor, moving quickly around Trey, reaching him with his swift kicks. Zafar got his first near fall after a ripcord knee strike that caught Cole right on the jaw, decking Trey and getting a two count. He picked him up and, after a snap suplex, made another cover obtaining the same result as before. Khan grabbed the opponent’s arm and whipped him against the ropes, but Trey reversed it. Zafar jumped on the middle rope and flipped backwards for a springboard moonsault body press, finding nothing but the canvas as Cole moved out of the way and countered with a superkick to the jaw, finally creating himself the opportunity to make the tag. Spectre entered the ring and hit Zaf with a low dropkick to the side of the head while the opponent was starting to stand up. The Die Fly pushed Zafar in the corner with a shotgun dropkick and charged for a clothesline. He then lifted him on the top rope and went for the spectacular The Fly-By (LoMein Pain). Zafar barely kicked out, getting kicked in the ribs for good measure by Spectre who wasn’t giving him any chance to breathe, keeping constant pressure on him with punches and kicks. With the opponent down after the Archer’s Approval (Springboard Cutter), Spectre climbed to the top rope, smiling as he got ready for a big move. He jumped off with a 450 splash, missing the target and landing on his face as Zafar moved out of the way. The New York born slowly crawled toward Kory, who was dying to get back in on the apron. The tag was made, and Kory rushed inside the ring, hitting the ropes and going for a low dropkick just as Spectre was getting back to his feet. As determined as ever, the good wrestling boy kept attacking the opponent with a kicking combination. The Die Fly blocked one of the kicks and countered with a couple of forearm shots. Kory seemed stunned, recovering in time to duck the big right hook from Spectre and planting him on his face with a reverse STO. The positioning was perfect for Kramp to go for a springboard moonsault, making the cover and getting a very close to three near fall. Kory knew he had the match in his pocket, patiently waiting for the opponent to stand up and dropped him on his knees with his Kramped (Codebreaker) making the cover for the three count while Khan made sure Trey couldn’t break the pin. WINNER: Kory Kramp & Zafar Khan BY: Pinfall (Kramped), 11:23 |
We come backstage to find Nikki Knight stretching and prepping for her match tonight, missing the usual smirk she’s had for quite some time. The blonde turns to the camera and slowly rises to stand up straight.
Nikki Knight:
Disappointment. It’s one hell of a motivator, any wrestler can tell you that. It’s like a weight on your shoulders, one that won’t go away until you use it to your advantage. It can either weigh you down or be fuel to the fire. Me, I choose to make it fuel, feeding the fire deep inside of me. A fire that’s ready for whatever Aella is bringing my way.
The blonde brushes hair behind her ear as she continues.
Nikki Knight:
After all, she knows the feeling of disappointment. That’s what she said as soon as the world got to see Dark Web. She wanted the world to know how she felt. Or rather, perhaps she wanted the world to see her as some kind of victim. Not sure, and personally I don’t really care. If you’re not the one winning you should be disappointed. The moment you’re satisified with “just giving it your all”, you may as well quit and find something else less destructive to do with your life. Now I’m sure the “Godkiller” wants to make a statement tonight, or something. Such a pretentious name I may add. I’ve fought those who call themselves gods, demons, witches, and more, what’s a deity murderer added to the list?
Nikki laughs and rolls her eyes.
Nikki Knight:
Tonight is about making use of that fuel, about making a statement. Maybe tonight I slay the godkiller...
With that the Canadian winked at the camera before stepping off cam as we cut away.
Nikki Knight:
Disappointment. It’s one hell of a motivator, any wrestler can tell you that. It’s like a weight on your shoulders, one that won’t go away until you use it to your advantage. It can either weigh you down or be fuel to the fire. Me, I choose to make it fuel, feeding the fire deep inside of me. A fire that’s ready for whatever Aella is bringing my way.
The blonde brushes hair behind her ear as she continues.
Nikki Knight:
After all, she knows the feeling of disappointment. That’s what she said as soon as the world got to see Dark Web. She wanted the world to know how she felt. Or rather, perhaps she wanted the world to see her as some kind of victim. Not sure, and personally I don’t really care. If you’re not the one winning you should be disappointed. The moment you’re satisified with “just giving it your all”, you may as well quit and find something else less destructive to do with your life. Now I’m sure the “Godkiller” wants to make a statement tonight, or something. Such a pretentious name I may add. I’ve fought those who call themselves gods, demons, witches, and more, what’s a deity murderer added to the list?
Nikki laughs and rolls her eyes.
Nikki Knight:
Tonight is about making use of that fuel, about making a statement. Maybe tonight I slay the godkiller...
With that the Canadian winked at the camera before stepping off cam as we cut away.
The camera cuts to the ringside area as the lights dim before Cardi B’s “Money” hits the P.A. system and the reigning Riot champion, Liv Mercer, steps out onto the stage soaking in the mixed reaction she is getting from the crowd upon her arrival. There is a big smile on Liv’s face as she is proudly displaying her Riot championship belt upon her left shoulder. Since she is not scheduled to compete tonight, Liv is dressed more casually in a pair of white denim jeans with a black halter top along with a cropped military style jacket on top. Liv ignores the fans reaching out towards her as she makes her way down along the ramp with confident strides.
As Liv approaches closer to the ring, she makes her way up the steel steps, and walks along the apron looking out towards the crowd before she makes her way through the ropes to step foot inside of the ring. The lights come back on as the music begins to fade out while Liv makes a motion that she wants a microphone. One is handed to her through the ropes and she takes it into her hand before stepping back towards the middle of the ring. Liv takes a moment to hold up her Riot championship belt with a big smile on her face. She places it back on her shoulder, clearing her throat, as she brings the microphone up to her lips.
Liv Mercer:
I tried to warn Smoke before Dark Web, didn’t I? I told him to give up on these foolish notions of thinking he was going to be able to take away MY Riot championship belt from my possession. He just didn’t want to listen because he had this ridiculous notion in his head that because of one fluke victory it meant he was going to snatch away my title and drag it down into the gutter with the rest of his career. I don’t think so Smoke. You can go sit with the rest of the trash that tried to step up to me and quickly found out how it works on The Liv Show.
As she is speaking, Liv uses her free hand to make a motion like she was waving goodbye to Smoke, before she begins to laugh while shaking her head.
Liv Mercer:
It’s time to face the facts that should be obvious to everyone by now. I am the best that Riot has to offer. I’m the best Riot champion and there’s no one that can step up to me because they’re all beneath me. How many more unworthy challengers must I be forced to deal with before they stop wasting my time? How long before I get the true recognition that I deserve as the current Riot champion who has gone ahead and defeated each opponent they tried to have snatch away what can’t be taken from me by ANYONE.
All of a sudden, The Bombpops’ “Ca in July” begins blasting out of the speakers. Fans leap to their feet and roar with excitement as Kelsey Spencer steps out onto the stage. Much like Liv, she too is dressed casually, wearing some old ripped jeans and a band tee, her flowing blue hair resting on her shoulders in a comfortable mess. She makes her way down the ramp, microphone in hand, eyes fixed squarely on the Riot Champion. Once she climbs up onto the apron, her theme fades out. Loud cheers and chants for the Australian rain down from the Riot fans as Kelsey and Liv come face to face in the middle of the ring.
Kelsey Spencer:
You're the best Riot has to offer, huh? Everyone else is beneath you?
She nods, even giving a smirk.
Kelsey Spencer:
I've gotta admit, I'm kinda happy to hear you say that. Because I've been looking for someone to test myself against… someone who's really gonna push me in this ring. And who better to do that than the best?
Spencer's eyes wander, eventually landing on the title belt slung over Liv's shoulder… just for a moment, until she looks back to the champion with a grin.
Kelsey Spencer:
You want the recognition you deserve? Fine, here it is. You've done well as the Riot Champion. Your win over Smoke at Dark Web, even though you had a little help getting it, was still impressive. But here's the thing. I was in the back, listening to everything you had to say, and I heard you claim that no-one could step up to you.
She takes a few steps forward, getting almost uncomfortably close to the champ.
Kelsey Spencer:
Right here tonight, in beautiful St. John's, I'm doing exactly that. I'm stepping up to you… challenging you. I wanna wrestle the best.
Liv takes a step back as she raises one eyebrow almost as if she can’t believe that Kelsey is standing there and daring to challenge her which makes her carefully consider her words after she brings the microphone back up to her lips.
Liv Mercer:
Is this for real?
Liv doesn’t wait for Kelsey to answer her question as she begins to laugh before she starts to shake her head, keeping one hand possessively upon her Riot championship belt.
Liv Mercer:
So, you think that you can just come down here, and interrupt me like that? You think that deserves a match against me? Really? I admire the courage to step up like that, I do, it’s precious. I just don’t believe that it’s reason enough to give you a match.
Kelsey Spencer:
You want a good enough reason to wrestle me, huh? I just went through a gruelling Ladder Match last Sunday, where I came fingertips away from winning. There’s been a lotta talk on social media about how my performance was admirable, that a lotta people thought I was gonna win. It's an honour to receive that kinda praise, and I'm humbled by it… in the eyes of these guys and girls, I'm one of the best athletes on this brand!
She motions to the crowd, who let out a roaring cheer of approval.
Kelsey Spencer:
Don’t you see, Liv? This is a chance for you to back up your words, and prove to everyone that you really are the best on the Riot roster. You're not busy tonight, and neither am I. What do you say we give these fans something cool to talk about, and face each other right here, tonight?!
Liv looks around at the crowd of people who are still cheering in the hopes of seeing this match happen before she focuses her attention back on Kelsey. A smile begins to form on her face before she slowly starts to nod her head.
Liv Mercer:
You want this match so badly? Fine with me, but I don’t settle for less than the main event, so you better make that happen.
A loud pop follows her words. Of course, the fans loved the fact that the Riot Champion accepted the challenge, but their cheers were for the woman who just walked out of the curtain, the only one who could made the match official. No music to anitcipate the entrance of the Riot general manager Yulia Kirilenko. That's not her style. The blonde russian stands on the entrance, waiting for the cheers to fade out before raising the microphone to her lips.
Yulia Kirilenko:
I was back there, listening to your back and forth... And I realized that this is the exactly what I envisioned when I decided to open Riot. The passion, the drive, the constant search for a challenge that pushes us beyond our limits. The pride of a champion and the hunger of the challenger. Simple as that, no backstage politics, no mind games, no bullshit. Only the desire to be the best, and prove it week in and week out.
She pauses, as a "Riot" chant rises from the fans. With a smile on her face, Yulia looks around at the fans filling the arena.
Yulia Kirilenko:
It's pretty clear to me what these fans want, and I know exactly what I want... I hope Cass and Corey will forgive me, but this is a too good of a chance to pass on. You want the main event? You got it.
Inside the ring, Kelsey welcomes the news with a big smile. Liv's expression instead was way more serious when she nodded in approval.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Kelsey, Liv. You created some high expectations for this match. It's up to you two to live it up and give the St John's fans something they can talk about for days.
On those words, the GM leaves the stage. The camera cuts to the next segment.
As Liv approaches closer to the ring, she makes her way up the steel steps, and walks along the apron looking out towards the crowd before she makes her way through the ropes to step foot inside of the ring. The lights come back on as the music begins to fade out while Liv makes a motion that she wants a microphone. One is handed to her through the ropes and she takes it into her hand before stepping back towards the middle of the ring. Liv takes a moment to hold up her Riot championship belt with a big smile on her face. She places it back on her shoulder, clearing her throat, as she brings the microphone up to her lips.
Liv Mercer:
I tried to warn Smoke before Dark Web, didn’t I? I told him to give up on these foolish notions of thinking he was going to be able to take away MY Riot championship belt from my possession. He just didn’t want to listen because he had this ridiculous notion in his head that because of one fluke victory it meant he was going to snatch away my title and drag it down into the gutter with the rest of his career. I don’t think so Smoke. You can go sit with the rest of the trash that tried to step up to me and quickly found out how it works on The Liv Show.
As she is speaking, Liv uses her free hand to make a motion like she was waving goodbye to Smoke, before she begins to laugh while shaking her head.
Liv Mercer:
It’s time to face the facts that should be obvious to everyone by now. I am the best that Riot has to offer. I’m the best Riot champion and there’s no one that can step up to me because they’re all beneath me. How many more unworthy challengers must I be forced to deal with before they stop wasting my time? How long before I get the true recognition that I deserve as the current Riot champion who has gone ahead and defeated each opponent they tried to have snatch away what can’t be taken from me by ANYONE.
All of a sudden, The Bombpops’ “Ca in July” begins blasting out of the speakers. Fans leap to their feet and roar with excitement as Kelsey Spencer steps out onto the stage. Much like Liv, she too is dressed casually, wearing some old ripped jeans and a band tee, her flowing blue hair resting on her shoulders in a comfortable mess. She makes her way down the ramp, microphone in hand, eyes fixed squarely on the Riot Champion. Once she climbs up onto the apron, her theme fades out. Loud cheers and chants for the Australian rain down from the Riot fans as Kelsey and Liv come face to face in the middle of the ring.
Kelsey Spencer:
You're the best Riot has to offer, huh? Everyone else is beneath you?
She nods, even giving a smirk.
Kelsey Spencer:
I've gotta admit, I'm kinda happy to hear you say that. Because I've been looking for someone to test myself against… someone who's really gonna push me in this ring. And who better to do that than the best?
Spencer's eyes wander, eventually landing on the title belt slung over Liv's shoulder… just for a moment, until she looks back to the champion with a grin.
Kelsey Spencer:
You want the recognition you deserve? Fine, here it is. You've done well as the Riot Champion. Your win over Smoke at Dark Web, even though you had a little help getting it, was still impressive. But here's the thing. I was in the back, listening to everything you had to say, and I heard you claim that no-one could step up to you.
She takes a few steps forward, getting almost uncomfortably close to the champ.
Kelsey Spencer:
Right here tonight, in beautiful St. John's, I'm doing exactly that. I'm stepping up to you… challenging you. I wanna wrestle the best.
Liv takes a step back as she raises one eyebrow almost as if she can’t believe that Kelsey is standing there and daring to challenge her which makes her carefully consider her words after she brings the microphone back up to her lips.
Liv Mercer:
Is this for real?
Liv doesn’t wait for Kelsey to answer her question as she begins to laugh before she starts to shake her head, keeping one hand possessively upon her Riot championship belt.
Liv Mercer:
So, you think that you can just come down here, and interrupt me like that? You think that deserves a match against me? Really? I admire the courage to step up like that, I do, it’s precious. I just don’t believe that it’s reason enough to give you a match.
Kelsey Spencer:
You want a good enough reason to wrestle me, huh? I just went through a gruelling Ladder Match last Sunday, where I came fingertips away from winning. There’s been a lotta talk on social media about how my performance was admirable, that a lotta people thought I was gonna win. It's an honour to receive that kinda praise, and I'm humbled by it… in the eyes of these guys and girls, I'm one of the best athletes on this brand!
She motions to the crowd, who let out a roaring cheer of approval.
Kelsey Spencer:
Don’t you see, Liv? This is a chance for you to back up your words, and prove to everyone that you really are the best on the Riot roster. You're not busy tonight, and neither am I. What do you say we give these fans something cool to talk about, and face each other right here, tonight?!
Liv looks around at the crowd of people who are still cheering in the hopes of seeing this match happen before she focuses her attention back on Kelsey. A smile begins to form on her face before she slowly starts to nod her head.
Liv Mercer:
You want this match so badly? Fine with me, but I don’t settle for less than the main event, so you better make that happen.
A loud pop follows her words. Of course, the fans loved the fact that the Riot Champion accepted the challenge, but their cheers were for the woman who just walked out of the curtain, the only one who could made the match official. No music to anitcipate the entrance of the Riot general manager Yulia Kirilenko. That's not her style. The blonde russian stands on the entrance, waiting for the cheers to fade out before raising the microphone to her lips.
Yulia Kirilenko:
I was back there, listening to your back and forth... And I realized that this is the exactly what I envisioned when I decided to open Riot. The passion, the drive, the constant search for a challenge that pushes us beyond our limits. The pride of a champion and the hunger of the challenger. Simple as that, no backstage politics, no mind games, no bullshit. Only the desire to be the best, and prove it week in and week out.
She pauses, as a "Riot" chant rises from the fans. With a smile on her face, Yulia looks around at the fans filling the arena.
Yulia Kirilenko:
It's pretty clear to me what these fans want, and I know exactly what I want... I hope Cass and Corey will forgive me, but this is a too good of a chance to pass on. You want the main event? You got it.
Inside the ring, Kelsey welcomes the news with a big smile. Liv's expression instead was way more serious when she nodded in approval.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Kelsey, Liv. You created some high expectations for this match. It's up to you two to live it up and give the St John's fans something they can talk about for days.
On those words, the GM leaves the stage. The camera cuts to the next segment.
Singles Match
Invictus Rules
Nikki Knight VS Aella FoleyInvictus Rules
Both competitors left their marks in the Junior Heavyweight Championship, both were disappointed with the outcome of the ladder match that crowned Corey Grimes as the first ever champion. And what better way to get back on track than an Invictus rules match? First Round Nikki started off strong with an aggressive approach to the match, forcing the opponent to back down in the corner with a series of quick jabs, most of them parried by Foley. Nikki started kneeing Aella in the mid section, connecting five of them before rolling her to a seated position and kicking her hard on the lower back. Submission had never been Nikki’s strong suit and tonight just confirmed it when Aella easily got out of the boston crab, turning it into a leglock. Instinctively Nikki tried to reach the ropes, forgetting for a moment that they won’t get her the break she was looking for. When she realized it, she tried to break free kicking Aella’s head with her free leg, eventually forcing her to release the hold. Foley looked dizzy after all those kicks, and Nikki took advantage of it by, despite the hurting leg, quickly getting up to her feet and planting her on her face with the Snapmare Driver she calls Knightmare. The final part of the first round saw the veteran firmly in control, cruising to a clear win. Judges Scores: Kirilenko: Knight 10-8 Dyson: Knight 10-8 Valero: Knight 10-8 Second Round Two completely different moods walking into round 2. Aella’s frustrated look as opposite to Nikki’s confidence, only grew after the clear win in round 1. Knight started off the same way she finished, with a flurry of kicks leading up to a spinning wheel kick that knocked Foley down, Knight went to pick her up, looking to finish the job but there was still some fight in Aella, who started punching the opponent in the ribs, creating some separation. Having Nikki now in a clinch position, she pulled her down and drove her knees to the face. Nikki was standing groggily in the centre of the ring, just where Aella wanted her. Hitting the ropes to gain more momentum, Foley launched struck her down with her FAUGH A BALLAGH! stomping and kicking her knee before going for a figure four leglock. Nikki struggled not to tap out, but eventually she managed to escape, making it up to her feet with the help of the rope. Aella didn’t waste any time and kicked the bad leg, going for another submission. The end of round two saved Nikki from what was starting to look like a clear defeat. Judges Scores: Kirilenko: Foley 10-9 Dyson: Foley 10-9 Valero: Foley 10-9 Final Round: Five minutes left to determine the winner. But it took a lot less than that for Aella to lock Nikki in a Rolling Kneebar. Too much pain to handle for Knight who had no choice but to give up. WINNER: Aella Foley BY: Submission (Rolling Kneebar), Round 3; 1:21 |
After a short commercial break, we see the live broadcast of the locker room where a tranquil Cass Baumer is seated with her eyes closed in a Sukhasana (translated to “Easy Pose”) yoga position with her shins crossed and her knees wide on a blue mat. With a deep breath, she prepares her words carefully as her eyes flicker open with a gentle smile.
Cass Baumer:
When I asked Yulia Kirilenko for a challenge… She didn’t disappoint.
With her middle finger, Baumer sweeps the dirty blonde hair peeking out the front of her beanie brandishing the orange distressed Riot emblem out of her eye’s sight. She tugs at the bottom of her black Skye Destroyer t-shirt with a graphic reminiscent of Jurassic Park complete with a dark-shaded Lena Skye in the background instead of the Tyrannosaurus skeleton to make sure there are no wrinkles and straightens her posture again.
Cass Baumer:
Corey Grimes’ has a passion for the sport that’s nigh-unparalleled by his contemporaries, and he’s proven time in and time out that the Junior Heavyweight Championship he wears over his shoulder deserves to be there. He’s defined what it means to hold that belt as its first champion, defined what it means to be a great champion in all of Millennium Pro, but let’s be honest with ourselves...
The Headliner smirks to the camera, still seated in the yoga pose.
Cass Baumer:
Corey Grimes is no Cass Baumer.
The prideful words slip out of her mouth like its common sense.
Cass Baumer:
You see all the wrestlers on Twitter right now? How many do you think there are right now who use social media to hype their matches and get their brands out there? In total. 10,000? 20,000? That’s a drop in the bucket compared to all those aspiring wrestlers worldwide who didn’t make the cut to fulfill their dream!
The Sensational One starts to roll her shoulders, her soft blue eyes in deep thought.
Cass Baumer:
Some of those people had the same amount of passion for the sport as Corey Grimes, but maybe wrestling school was too expensive for them or too far to travel to be a realistic expense. Maybe their family wasn’t supportive enough or self-doubt crept its ugly head. For the people who were able to attend wrestling school, it’s possible all the wrestling ability in the world didn’t get them anywhere. Lady Luck gave them a bad hand and all those little Corey Grimes who wanted to be where he stands today didn’t get that chance to do so.
She sighs.
Cass Baumer:
It’s sad but it’s the truth. To become a professional wrestler at a stage where you’re able to be on live television consistently, it takes a special combination of traits and connections matter more than people like to admit. It takes so much for promotions to get their eyes on you in the first place to even be considered getting recruited, but if that last name of yours happens to match that of one of the fastest rising Young Lions in wrestling at the time, you can bet that Lady Luck’s smiling in your direction!
Pause for dramatic effect, emphasizing every important phrase with her hands as she starts to talk again.
Cass Baumer:
Don’t misunderstand! In Corey’s case, it’s most likely pretty challenging to get to where he stands when your possible-employer is constantly comparing you to them. You still gotta work hard and stand out from the homogeneous crowd, and that ain’t the easiest task. No doubt about it, though! He’s accomplished just that. He’s in Millennium Pro for a reason. Yet… Without the same surname, you wonder if Corey would have been in the same group as the 100,000+ people (and that’s an embarrassingly low estimate, I’m sure) who didn’t make the cut in favor of someone equally as talented and equally as passionate. It’s all down to what promotors and other important people get to see, and there’s no telling who would be standing across the ring in this main event if it wasn’t him.
The confidence on her face fades for a moment.
Cass Baumer:
My oldest brother was one of the people who didn’t get to wrestle on live television. He went through all the training, jumped through all the hoops, attended all the tryouts, and still… Lady Luck wasn’t on his side. He could have stood toe-to-toe with you, Corey. I firmly believe he had all it took to join the Millennium Pro roster but here I am. I’m sitting in his place, scratching and clawing my spot in the annals of wrestling history in the main event of Riot.
She looks down sadly. She unfolds her legs and stands on both feet with passion in her eyes, shouting and gesturing with every word.
Cass Baumer:
I wasn’t able to bend luck to my will because of my surname and John wasn’t either! I had to FIGHT to ingrain the name Baumer into wrestling’s public consciousness using all the resources at my disposal and I’m still not done!! I’ve earned the right to be here. I’ve defied the odds and beat opponents I wasn’t meant to beat. I’ve got the name Baumer leaving everybody’s lips like I strived to do on the first day, and at the end of the night… That’s the name that’ll be announced the winner!
Cass Baumer:
When I asked Yulia Kirilenko for a challenge… She didn’t disappoint.
With her middle finger, Baumer sweeps the dirty blonde hair peeking out the front of her beanie brandishing the orange distressed Riot emblem out of her eye’s sight. She tugs at the bottom of her black Skye Destroyer t-shirt with a graphic reminiscent of Jurassic Park complete with a dark-shaded Lena Skye in the background instead of the Tyrannosaurus skeleton to make sure there are no wrinkles and straightens her posture again.
Cass Baumer:
Corey Grimes’ has a passion for the sport that’s nigh-unparalleled by his contemporaries, and he’s proven time in and time out that the Junior Heavyweight Championship he wears over his shoulder deserves to be there. He’s defined what it means to hold that belt as its first champion, defined what it means to be a great champion in all of Millennium Pro, but let’s be honest with ourselves...
The Headliner smirks to the camera, still seated in the yoga pose.
Cass Baumer:
Corey Grimes is no Cass Baumer.
The prideful words slip out of her mouth like its common sense.
Cass Baumer:
You see all the wrestlers on Twitter right now? How many do you think there are right now who use social media to hype their matches and get their brands out there? In total. 10,000? 20,000? That’s a drop in the bucket compared to all those aspiring wrestlers worldwide who didn’t make the cut to fulfill their dream!
The Sensational One starts to roll her shoulders, her soft blue eyes in deep thought.
Cass Baumer:
Some of those people had the same amount of passion for the sport as Corey Grimes, but maybe wrestling school was too expensive for them or too far to travel to be a realistic expense. Maybe their family wasn’t supportive enough or self-doubt crept its ugly head. For the people who were able to attend wrestling school, it’s possible all the wrestling ability in the world didn’t get them anywhere. Lady Luck gave them a bad hand and all those little Corey Grimes who wanted to be where he stands today didn’t get that chance to do so.
She sighs.
Cass Baumer:
It’s sad but it’s the truth. To become a professional wrestler at a stage where you’re able to be on live television consistently, it takes a special combination of traits and connections matter more than people like to admit. It takes so much for promotions to get their eyes on you in the first place to even be considered getting recruited, but if that last name of yours happens to match that of one of the fastest rising Young Lions in wrestling at the time, you can bet that Lady Luck’s smiling in your direction!
Pause for dramatic effect, emphasizing every important phrase with her hands as she starts to talk again.
Cass Baumer:
Don’t misunderstand! In Corey’s case, it’s most likely pretty challenging to get to where he stands when your possible-employer is constantly comparing you to them. You still gotta work hard and stand out from the homogeneous crowd, and that ain’t the easiest task. No doubt about it, though! He’s accomplished just that. He’s in Millennium Pro for a reason. Yet… Without the same surname, you wonder if Corey would have been in the same group as the 100,000+ people (and that’s an embarrassingly low estimate, I’m sure) who didn’t make the cut in favor of someone equally as talented and equally as passionate. It’s all down to what promotors and other important people get to see, and there’s no telling who would be standing across the ring in this main event if it wasn’t him.
The confidence on her face fades for a moment.
Cass Baumer:
My oldest brother was one of the people who didn’t get to wrestle on live television. He went through all the training, jumped through all the hoops, attended all the tryouts, and still… Lady Luck wasn’t on his side. He could have stood toe-to-toe with you, Corey. I firmly believe he had all it took to join the Millennium Pro roster but here I am. I’m sitting in his place, scratching and clawing my spot in the annals of wrestling history in the main event of Riot.
She looks down sadly. She unfolds her legs and stands on both feet with passion in her eyes, shouting and gesturing with every word.
Cass Baumer:
I wasn’t able to bend luck to my will because of my surname and John wasn’t either! I had to FIGHT to ingrain the name Baumer into wrestling’s public consciousness using all the resources at my disposal and I’m still not done!! I’ve earned the right to be here. I’ve defied the odds and beat opponents I wasn’t meant to beat. I’ve got the name Baumer leaving everybody’s lips like I strived to do on the first day, and at the end of the night… That’s the name that’ll be announced the winner!
Singles Match
Eliza Valentine VS Andrew Wilkow w/ Devin HearstIn the days leading up to Riot in NL, Eliza had something to say about Devin Hearst’s presence at ringside. While many people would agree with her and somehow expect an interference from the former Dog Of War, the General Manager Yulia Kirilenko stood her decision, claiming that she’s not setting up EJV for an ambush, and that she had faith in Devin’s professionality as well as the referee’s competency. Hearst, dressed in shorts and a colorful Hawaiian shirt, grabbed a chair and sat at ringside, smiling at Eliza as Drew entered the ring. The match started with the classic brawl in the middle of the ring, obviously won by Wilkow who knocked the former Millennium champion down with a headbutt after hitting her with a combination of lefts and rights. Valentine stood back to her feet, proudly challenging the bigger man to another brawl. Her stiff punches rocked Andrew, but it only took him one massive right hand to the jaw to push her a few steps back, rebounding against the ropes into a bear hug from the Appalachian Mountain Monster. Drew was squeezing the life out of her, getting a thumbs up from Devin who was enjoying the show outside. Eliza broke out of it with a headbutt, taking the big man down with a standing dropkick. The match went on following a similar pattern, with Eliza building momentum relying on her speed advantage hitting Wilkow with quick strikes to slowly wear him down. Devin’s bodyguard seemed to handle them quite well, always able to turn things around with some power move, like when he slammed her down with a pop up powerbomb, making the cover and obtaining a two count. Five minutes into the match and Hearst started showing signs of impatience, standing up from his chair and walking toward the timekeeper table, where Andrew and him left a bag before when they made their way to the ring. He started searching into it. He then asked Andrew where the ice was and Wilkow, who was pummeling Eliza in the corner, answered him that it must’ve been there. The momentary distraction slowed down allowed the former Millennium Champion to dodge the punch and move behind Andrew’s back, pushing him against the corner and quickly rolling him up. The big man kicked out in two and quickly stood back up, getting kicked in the stomach and dropped on his head with a ddt by the tattooed woman. With an eye always on Hearst, who was mixing himself a drink, Eliza kept working on Wilkow’s legs. Once again Devin called his bodyguard, asking him if he could shake the drink. Andrew nodded and grabbed Eliza’s arm, sending her against the ropes and decking her with a big boot. He then turned around and grabbed the shaker, doing what his boss asked and pouring him the drink. Satisfied, Hearst went back to his seating, enjoying the rest of the match where Andrew picked up Eliza and, after a couple of uppercuts, lifted heer in a Gorilla Press Slam position and tossed her outside the ring. Hearst sniggered as Valentine landed not too far from him, sipping his cocktail with a smirk on his face. Eliza looked daggers at him before heading back into the ring, where Wilkow was waiting for her with a kick and a fallaway slam. The tenacity and pride of the former champion were well known to the MWE fans. Nobody was really surprised to see her kicking out of a piledriver despite all the punishment she went through. Andrew looked at her almost in disbelief, before announcing to the world that he was going to put an end to this match with his LARIAAAAT. He went to pick up an exhausted Valentine, who still had the lucidity to try one last desperate attempt to avoid decapitation by the hand of the Appalachian Mountain Monster. The eye poke bought her a moment she capitalized on with a toe stomp and a jumping knee to the chin. Wilkow was stunned but still standing, at least until she turned off his lights with a chick kick. Eliza dropped into a cover, but the big man still managed to kick out. Feeling the momentum turning, she mounted on top of him and rained down a series of punches, until Wilkow managed to shrug her off. He made it back to his feet, looking a bit out of it. She kicked his leg and elbowed his jaw, waiting for him to fight back with a predictable right hook she easily ducked, moving behind his back and nailing him with the Mysterious Girl (Crossroads) for the win. WINNER: Eliza Valentine BY: Pinfall (Mysterious Girl), 12:28 |
As the bell rings, Andrew rolled out of the ring, leaving Eliza to her celebration. It was short lived, as Devin Hearst quickly left his seat and enters the ring. He walks on the champion's face, that confident look on his face. Eliza doesn't flinch, staring back at the former DOW, not at all intimidated. Actually, she openly challenges Hearst to hit her, looking annoyed as the Reverend starts chuckling. The tension is rising, things seem about to break down at any moment between two of the latest additions to the Riot Roster.
Andrew Wilkow:
Boss!!
From outside the ring, Wilkow throws a coconut at Hearst, who catches it and in one swift motion crashes it on Eliza's skull. The former champion is down, Devin kneels next to her and whispers something in her ear before rolling out of the ring and leaving, patting Wilkow on the back despite not going the way they planned.
The scene cuts backstage to Corey Grimes standing next to Chloe Collins, who was all set to interview the first ever Junior Heavyweight Championship.
Chloe Collins:
Here I am to interview the new Junior Heavyweight Champion, Corey Grimes. Corey, before I get to your match, how does it feel being a champion again?
Corey can’t help but smile as he peers down at the Championship on his shoulder as if he’s in love with it.
Corey Grimes:
You know what? It feels good but honestly? I know how much of a weight it puts on my shoulders. I now have to not only establish this championship as something special, but I have to represent the Riot brand the right way. Which are all things I’m ready to do though. I’ve led a company before, Chloe, and I know that I can lead this brand. I was born to lead, this is what I do.
Chloe nods.
Chloe Collins:
No doubt about it. So how do you feel fighting the ever controversial, Cass Baumer? Who is once again calling herself the headliner and the reason for this match?
Corey laughs lightly and shrugs.
Corey Grimes:
Cass can call herself whatever she wants. I know what she can do in the ring and I know her accomplishments, I won’t look past her. Though I feel like she doesn’t quite possess the wrestling skills that I have, I do know that Cass has some unorthodox ways of winning. While she says she respects me, I don’t think that’ll stop her from pulling something shady. So you can bet your ass that I’ll be on guard.
Chloe Collins:
I see. Sounds like you have a game plan for tonight. What if Cass does win? Does that mean she deserves a shot against you?
Corey shrugs.
Corey Grimes:
That’s if she wins but if she did want a shot, all she would need to do is ask. You see, I’m not just okay with holding this championship. I want the Junior Heavyweight Championship to be a fighting championship. I want to defend it and make it a prestigious championship. I want it to mean something. I want the person that holds this belt to represent the heart of a champion, being someone who fights and fights and never backs down. And right now? That champion will be me and it’s going to take a helluva lot to take this from me. Got that? Good. See you out there, Baumer, you’re about to see what the Junior Heavyweight Champion is all about.
Corey nods and walks off as Chloe stands in front of the camera.
Chloe Collins:
There you have it, folks. Back to you!
Chloe lets out a sigh, as if she doesn’t want to be there before she also walks out of the frame and the scene cuts away.
Chloe Collins:
Here I am to interview the new Junior Heavyweight Champion, Corey Grimes. Corey, before I get to your match, how does it feel being a champion again?
Corey can’t help but smile as he peers down at the Championship on his shoulder as if he’s in love with it.
Corey Grimes:
You know what? It feels good but honestly? I know how much of a weight it puts on my shoulders. I now have to not only establish this championship as something special, but I have to represent the Riot brand the right way. Which are all things I’m ready to do though. I’ve led a company before, Chloe, and I know that I can lead this brand. I was born to lead, this is what I do.
Chloe nods.
Chloe Collins:
No doubt about it. So how do you feel fighting the ever controversial, Cass Baumer? Who is once again calling herself the headliner and the reason for this match?
Corey laughs lightly and shrugs.
Corey Grimes:
Cass can call herself whatever she wants. I know what she can do in the ring and I know her accomplishments, I won’t look past her. Though I feel like she doesn’t quite possess the wrestling skills that I have, I do know that Cass has some unorthodox ways of winning. While she says she respects me, I don’t think that’ll stop her from pulling something shady. So you can bet your ass that I’ll be on guard.
Chloe Collins:
I see. Sounds like you have a game plan for tonight. What if Cass does win? Does that mean she deserves a shot against you?
Corey shrugs.
Corey Grimes:
That’s if she wins but if she did want a shot, all she would need to do is ask. You see, I’m not just okay with holding this championship. I want the Junior Heavyweight Championship to be a fighting championship. I want to defend it and make it a prestigious championship. I want it to mean something. I want the person that holds this belt to represent the heart of a champion, being someone who fights and fights and never backs down. And right now? That champion will be me and it’s going to take a helluva lot to take this from me. Got that? Good. See you out there, Baumer, you’re about to see what the Junior Heavyweight Champion is all about.
Corey nods and walks off as Chloe stands in front of the camera.
Chloe Collins:
There you have it, folks. Back to you!
Chloe lets out a sigh, as if she doesn’t want to be there before she also walks out of the frame and the scene cuts away.
Singles Match
Cass Baumer VS Corey GrimesA thunderous ovation welcomed the first ever Junior Heavyweight Champion as he made his triumphant entrance here in St John, raising his title high in the sky as his music started to fade. "Smooth Sailing" by Queen Of The Stone Age blared out of the loudspeakers and the headliner walked out of the curtains to a mixed reaction of the fans. Used to it, the controversial New Zealander entered the ring and took off her jacket, walking in front of Corey. The two competitors exchanged a few challenging words before the bell rang, putting the animosity aside with a quick handshake before starting to study each other moving around in circles. They eventually locked up, Corey with the technical advantage was quickly able to slide behind her back in a waist lock and pushed her against the ropes, obtaining the first near fall with an O'Connor Roll. Oozing confidence, the champion smiled at his opponent, showing her with his thumb and index how close this was to a three count. Baumer shook her head before charging at him with a clothesline, ducked by Grimes who hooked both her arms, and bent forward, sliding her on his back into a nother pinning predicament. The champion seemed to be having the time of his life tonight, entertaining the fans with his spectacular high flying style of offense. The Headliner seemed in great difficulty against the quicker opponent, who was collecting near fall after near fall, getting particularly close to the three count with his Snap Ya Neck (Wheelbarrow elevated neckbreaker). Baumer took a break rolling out of the ring, but nowhere was safe for her tonight, as Corey ran to the ropes and jumped on the top one using it as a springboard to wipe out Cass with a moonsault, landing on his feet. He wasted no time and picked her up, rolling her back on the ring. He climbed on the apron and waited for her to stand up, jumping back into the ring with the Flyin' Grimes (Springboard Forearm Smash). Another quick cover, and another two count for the Junior Champion. It was a rough night for the former CEO of Baumer Report, but she eventually turned things around using some cunning. While Corey was going for a standing moonsault, she surprised him with a schoolboy pin, rolling through into a kick to the side of the head. A few knee drops later, Cass picked the opponent up and went for a fisherman suplex, getting a two count out of it. She kept building momentum, sending Corey in the corner and following with a dropkick, leaving the ring and climbing on the top rope hitting him with a diving double foot stomp. Corey kicked out once again. The championtired to regain control with a Pele Kick after escaping a german suplex attempt with a couple of well aimed elbows to the jaw. The ropes prevented Cass from falling, offering her the chance to turn the table once again when Grimes came charging in. All she had to do was dropping down and lowering the top rope, sending Corey out of the ring. His quick reflexes allowed him to land on the apron, but Baumer was ready to stun him with a few forearma shots. Showing that reckless side of hers that helped her making a name for herself in the hardcore division back in Vengeance, the Headliner launched herself through the ropes into a spear, pushing Grimes against the barricade. The Junior Heavyweight Champion seemed to be out, Cass had some difficulty to drag him back in the ring to make the cover. But somehow, Corey kicked out once again. Measuring the distance, Cass went for the big ending with her Bleeding Edge, a move Corey had scouted and was able to duck and counter into a pinning predicament that caught her off guard. Both Corey and Cass stared at the referee when she was able to kick out. The official said that it was as closed to three as it possibly could have been, but still a two count. Corey didn't let this throw him off his game, catching Baumer with a sitout jawbreaker. Now it was his turn to wait for her to start rising and charging at her. Unlike she did before, he didn't miss the target, knocking her out for three seconds with the Sac-Town Explosion (Running Single Leg Front Dropkick) WINNER: Corey Grimes BY: Pinfall (Sac-Town Explosion), 13:20 |
Singles Match
Kelsey Spencer VS Liv MercerAn unexpected match, a gift the St John fans didn't expect but definitely welcomed. Liv defeated five other opponents to become the first ever Riot Champion back at Deep In The Heart, and has successfully defended it twice ever since, against Gabriel Hooke and Smoke. Kelsey Spencer needed no introduction, the list of her accomplishments speaking for her. The blue haired Aussie shook hands with some fans before joining the champion iside the ring. The title wasn't on the line obviously, but the implications of this match were huge nonetheless. And both women knew it, starting the match with a cautious approach. Kelsey tested the waters with some light kicks, Liv keeping her guard up and waiting for the chance to strike. And it didn't take long before the opportunity presented itself. She blocked Kelsey's leg and took her down with a dragon screw leg whip, sliding into a grounded side headlock. Spencer made it back to her feet and pushed her against the ropes, missing the lariat and getting tossed across the ring with a springboard arm drag. Liv charged at her and knocked her down with a shining wizard, going for the quick win but only getting a two count. The fans who joined here tonight witnessed a great match between two of the most talented competitors in the Orange brand, with quick paced back and forth action. The momentum was now in Kelsey's favor, with the multi time tag champion stalking Mercer and knocking her down every time she tried to get up to her feet. First with a lariat, then with roundhouse kick, the third time with her Spitfire Suplex (straightjacket german suplex). Liv kicked out in two, but Kelsey was right back on the attack with an european uppercut, followed by a kick to the stomach when she rebounded back from the ropes, doubling over the Riot Champion and going for a running swinging neckbreaker, hooking the leg for another cover. As the minutes went by, Oz seemed to grow concerned about his girlfriend, who didn't seem able to find her footing in this match. Dalton was getting more and more vocal, trying to spur Liv who just kicked out of a bridging northern lights suplex. He looked very nervous outside, almost as if he was ready to literally jump in the ring. And to be fair, nobody would be surprised if he did, including Kelsey who, well aware of how Oz had no qualms about doing whatever he could to help Liv, kept an eye on him. Liv poked the other eye, following up with a standing dropkick. The referee warned her, but she pushed him aside, determined to capitalize on the now favorable moment. She kicked the rising opponent in the ribs, picking her up and, after a series of knee strikes, went for a bridging northern lights of her own, only getting a two count. It was a rare sight seeing the Riot Champion perching on the top turnbuckle, waiting for Kelsey to get up after her roundhouse kick. Liv smiled when the blue haired girl finally moved in the desired position and jumped off with a crossbody, pinning her shoulders on the mat. The fans jumped on their feet when Kelsey kicked out, and started chanting her name, Spencer seemed to draw energy from the support of the seven thousand gathered in the Miles One Centre. She blocked a right hand from the champion and answered with one of her own, catching Liv on the jaw. The Riot champion recoiled, and Kel unleashed a flurry of kicks and strikes. Mercer was stunned, now at the mercy of the opponent, unable to find a counter to her combination. Then finally she stopped taking a couple of steps back and going for a superkick. The champ was down, but still was able to kick out. Oz jumped on the apron, providing the distraction hoping to buy Liv some time. Kelsey turned around, watching the threatening to send him off if he didn't stop acting up. And he did, dropping off the apron when his girlfriend got back to her feet. Spencer was quick to turn around once again and meet Liv with a quick to the stomach, setting her up for the Deprivation DDT that gave her the win in this impromptu main event. WINNER: Kelsey Spencer BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 14:52 |
Alyx Valero:
She did it! Kelsey just pinned the Riot Champion!
Zackary Dyson:
Well, you know what this means, right?
Alyx Valero:
Yup, it means that things just got hella more interesting!
Zackary Dyson:
This is all for tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us here tonight in St John!
She did it! Kelsey just pinned the Riot Champion!
Zackary Dyson:
Well, you know what this means, right?
Alyx Valero:
Yup, it means that things just got hella more interesting!
Zackary Dyson:
This is all for tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us here tonight in St John!