Post by gvb on Apr 18, 2019 17:39:17 GMT -6
The Great White North Tour
Millennium XXXIV
Live from Scotiabank Arena in Toronto, ON
Wednesday, April 17th, 2019
"When Legends Rise" by Godsmack blasting through the loudspeakers of the sold out Scotiabank Arena in Toronto, pyros exploding on the entrance stage, nineteen thousand fans on their feet chanting "Millennium" over and over. It looks like the regular wednesday night with the action of MWE Green Brand, but this time, instead of the usual pan over the fans to the announcers' table for the usual rundown of the card, the footage immediately cuts backstage. Gianluigi Vaccaro, Yulia Kirilenko and Grace van Beek (accompanied as always by her bodyguard Ryen Riekert) are all gathered in the General Manager's office. The Diamond Princess is the first one to talk.
Grace van Beek:
I do not like wasting my time, miss Kirilenko. I do hope your absence last week is justified.
The Riot General Manager snickers.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Oh Grace... It really was. Like I told Gian, it was some personal business I had to take care of.
Yulia is the only person who can call the ownr of MWE Grace without getting the trademark "It is miss van Beek to you" as an answer. She can also openly defy Grace authority without her biting back. The reason is still a mistery.
Grace van Beek:
Hmpf. We shall start now, Mr Vaccaro.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I'll keep it short and simple. I can't say I'm a fan of SERO ruining the main event of Dark Web. Should I assume he was following your orders?
Grace nods.
Grace van Beek:
That would be correct.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Don't you think you messed with them enough, Grace?
"Them" are obviously Mel Reeves and Christopher Kane.
Grace van Beek:
I do not like your tone, miss Kirilenko. But to answer your question... No. They did not learn their lesson, they keep challenging my authority. I shall teach them who is in charge.
Yulia Kirilenko:
That's why you sent your lapdog to do your dirty work?
Gian startles at her words. Grace keeps her composure, turning to the russian.
Grace van Beek:
He is not a lapdog. Let me remind you that he is unpinned in Millennium. His stakes at the title are ligitimate by wins over the current and former champion, as well as a series of impressive performances.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Well, he could have challenged Mel, or Christopher if he retained. There is no justification for what you did, you denied the fans a clear ending on a title match, you ruined Kane's first defense and spoiled Reeves' rightful opportunity...
Grace van Beek:
An opportunity, I shall reminf you, I gifted her after he had to call for external help to beat me. You are smart Yulia, I am sure you realized that the only reason why I gave her that shot was to take it away from her. It all played out as I expected, with the sole exception of them breaking up. But I should have expected it, considering their chronic tendency to overreact without thinking.
Gian steps in, noticing some tension rising between the two women.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Ladies, please... There's no need for this, i have the perfect solution.
With those words, the General Manager becomes the centre of attention.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
You both raise good points. SERO proved to be one of the top competitiors in Millennium. And Reeves did pin the champion once at Dark Web, she didn't lost that match. I'd say she deserves another opportunity.
Pause.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I think someone else should be in contention for the top title. Someone who, despite his attitude problems, knows how to make an impact. And last week's main event tesifies it. I hate to admit but I think that when we talk about MWE Title, we can't ignore Jason Hawk.
He shakes his head, knowing that he's probably going to regret it. The camera cuts to the next segment.
Grace van Beek:
I do not like wasting my time, miss Kirilenko. I do hope your absence last week is justified.
The Riot General Manager snickers.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Oh Grace... It really was. Like I told Gian, it was some personal business I had to take care of.
Yulia is the only person who can call the ownr of MWE Grace without getting the trademark "It is miss van Beek to you" as an answer. She can also openly defy Grace authority without her biting back. The reason is still a mistery.
Grace van Beek:
Hmpf. We shall start now, Mr Vaccaro.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I'll keep it short and simple. I can't say I'm a fan of SERO ruining the main event of Dark Web. Should I assume he was following your orders?
Grace nods.
Grace van Beek:
That would be correct.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Don't you think you messed with them enough, Grace?
"Them" are obviously Mel Reeves and Christopher Kane.
Grace van Beek:
I do not like your tone, miss Kirilenko. But to answer your question... No. They did not learn their lesson, they keep challenging my authority. I shall teach them who is in charge.
Yulia Kirilenko:
That's why you sent your lapdog to do your dirty work?
Gian startles at her words. Grace keeps her composure, turning to the russian.
Grace van Beek:
He is not a lapdog. Let me remind you that he is unpinned in Millennium. His stakes at the title are ligitimate by wins over the current and former champion, as well as a series of impressive performances.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Well, he could have challenged Mel, or Christopher if he retained. There is no justification for what you did, you denied the fans a clear ending on a title match, you ruined Kane's first defense and spoiled Reeves' rightful opportunity...
Grace van Beek:
An opportunity, I shall reminf you, I gifted her after he had to call for external help to beat me. You are smart Yulia, I am sure you realized that the only reason why I gave her that shot was to take it away from her. It all played out as I expected, with the sole exception of them breaking up. But I should have expected it, considering their chronic tendency to overreact without thinking.
Gian steps in, noticing some tension rising between the two women.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Ladies, please... There's no need for this, i have the perfect solution.
With those words, the General Manager becomes the centre of attention.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
You both raise good points. SERO proved to be one of the top competitiors in Millennium. And Reeves did pin the champion once at Dark Web, she didn't lost that match. I'd say she deserves another opportunity.
Pause.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I think someone else should be in contention for the top title. Someone who, despite his attitude problems, knows how to make an impact. And last week's main event tesifies it. I hate to admit but I think that when we talk about MWE Title, we can't ignore Jason Hawk.
He shakes his head, knowing that he's probably going to regret it. The camera cuts to the next segment.
Triple Threat Match
Akemi Hayashi VS Kymmy Oliver VS Liz IdolThree new signee to the Millennium roster made their first appearance for the Green Brand tonight on the second stop of the Great White North Tour. Kymmy Oliver was the younger and less experienced of the pack, was the most familiar face for the almost twenty thousands filling the Scotiabank Arena tonight, having already competed in Riot where during the Junior Heavyweight Tournament. And obviously for her sometimes questionable use of twitter that definitely didn’t win her any sympathy amongst the fans. The outspoken former Pro Arm Wrestling Champion let the two opponents kick things off taking a step back and leaning against the ropes, watching them lock up with a collar and elbow tie. Hayashi shifted to a side headlock, pulling and squeezing until Liz pushed her against the robes, knocking her down with a shoulder tackle. The Dagger Princess kipped up back to her feet, ducking the opponent’s right hand and clubbing her with a forearm to the back of the head. With Idol now on her knees, she hit the ropes and connected with a shining wizard, dropping into a cover. Kymmy broke her attempt before the referee’s hand hit the mat for the second time with a stomp to the back, Oliver and Akemi were trading stiff right hands in the middle of the ring, and The Real Kym Shady was getting the upper hand with a series of swift jabs to the jaw that rocked the Japanese wrestler. Out of nowhere Liv hit her with a bicycle kick to the face, immediately turning her attention on the stunned Hayashi and roll her up with a small package. The former multi time BWF Champion kicked out and quickly stoof back to her feet until Kymmy took both her and Idol out with a double clothesline. Picking up the japanese. she tossed her out of the ring and then irish whipped Liz in the corner, charging full head of steam for a splash. Wrapping her arms around her, she lifted and tossed her with a released overhead belly to belly suplex. Gloating and flexing, she was going to capitalize on it when Akemi slid back in the ring behind her shoulders and turned her around, dropping Kymmy face first on the turnbuckle with the complete shot she calls SQUIRT! Hayashi made the cover on KO, but Liz broke the attempt and saved the match. Idol was now in control, taking the fight to both opponents. A superkick to Kymmy, an enziguri to Akemi who caught her foot after a middle kick attempt, Kymmy was back on her feet, only for a brief moment before a standing dropkick from the former OCW Women Champion who turned once again to the Dagger Princess. This time the kick to the stomach connected, setting her up for the Idolizer (Stunner), a move that gave her oh so many success in her career. But not this time. Kymmy once again broke the pinfall attempt, dragging the blonde to her feet and sending her against the ropes raising her leg for a big boot. Akemi grabbed her from behind and tossed her over the top rope and on the floor, She then focused on Liz, hitting her with a kicking combination that ended with a jumping knee that left the opponent groggy in the centre of the ring. Hitting the ropes, she connected with her Grapey Marshmallow Fizz (running split legged Yakuza kick). Kymmy was back into the match, taking out Akemi with the Right Of Way (KO Punch). The japanese dropped down on the mat, somehow able to roll under the bottom rope before Oliver could make the cover. Cursing out loud, Lil Kym didn’t waste a moment to drag Idol back to her feet and hit her with a ripcord clothesline called Right Hook, picking up a win in her first match in Millennium. WINNER: Kymmy Oliver BY: Pinfall (Right Hook), 8:34 |
The Misery and The Manic stand together in a wrestling ring placed in the centre of an empty warehouse. The Misery is wearing his usual gears, but The Manic seems to have undergone a fashion makeover. Instead of her classic shiny, silver, skin-tight dress and fancy heels, she’s wearing a black and white leotard, thick wrestling boots, and cream colored headgear. She appears to be rather nervous with a quivering lip and shaky bones, as The Misery stands before her calm and nonchalant.
The Misery:
Lesson number one: defense. If you want to be wrestler, you must know how to take a hit.
The Manic:
But I don’t want to be a wr-
The Misery interrupts The Manic’s statement and superkicks her in the face, sending her to the canvas in one strong, swift motion.
The Misery:
As you know, that’s the move that Cheesecake has hit you with the past couple weeks. To render her next superkick at least semi-useless, you need to get used to it, so that next time it doesn’t knock you unconscious. Understood?
The Manic doesn’t respond, and fails to make even a simple movement while on the mat. The Misery scratches his head, then gives her a little nudge in the ribs with his foot.
The Misery:
Ah, crap.
The Misery turns to the camera and points.
The Misery:
You there, hand The Misery one of those buckets of ice cold water.
The camera pans to the right, and just outside the ring by the apron, lies a group of buckets filled to the brim and almost overflowing. The camera turns back to The Misery.
Cameraman:
M-me?
The Misery:
Well, The Misery doesn’t see anybody else around, do you? Look, The Misery is not paying you to stand around and watch.
Cameraman:
You’re not paying me at all, dude…
The Misery:
Silence! Hand The Misery one of those buckets immediately!
The cameraman sighs, and walks over to the buckets, picking one up and raising it towards The Misery who leans over the top rope to grab it. The cameraman goes back and resumes his spot, while The Misery throws the icy water inside the bucket at The Manic’s face. She sits up with a gasp, and begins coughing and spluttering.
The Misery:
Where was The Misery? Let’s see… oh, yes. As you know, that’s the move that Cheesecake has hit you with the past couple weeks. To render her next superkick at least semi-useless, you need to get used to it, so that next time it doesn’t knock you unconscious. Understood?
The Manic, drenched and soaking, climbs to her feet and gives The Misery a quick nod, now aware that this training session is no joke, and may just be the toughest thing she’s ever done.
The Misery:
The Misery going to hit you with it again, okay? And this time you aren’t going to fall unconscious, because if you do there will be serious consequences.
The Manic:
What sort of consequences?
The Misery:
Doesn’t matter. Are you ready?
The Manic gulps, and nods, then The Misery comes at her with full force and nails her with a superkick that sends her back onto the canvas. The Misery stands and waits for a moment, and this time The Manic manages to shuffle backwards into the corner of the ring, resting her head against the bottom turnbuckle.
The Misery:
Good. Well done. How do you feel?
The Manic:
Like The Manic was just kicked in the face.
The Misery:
Good! That’s exactly how you should feel!
The Misery now seems unusually chirpy, clearly rather proud of his new trainee. He motions for her to stand up, and after a few attempts, she finally makes it to her feet, all the while clasping the top rope. Giving her no more time to recover, The Misery rushes towards her, but she quickly steps to the side and avoids him. However, The Misery quickly scales the top turnbuckle and leaps off of it with a moonsult, sending The Manic straight back to the canvas.
The Misery:
Evasion is not yet on the training itinerary! The Misery demands you give him 70 push ups!
The Manic lies on her side, coughing and taking deep breaths.
The Manic:
But The Manic can barely do 10 push ups…
The Misery:
70 push ups, now! This will help with your cardio, and to build more muscle so you aren’t such a frail weakling!
The Manic sighs, and positions her hands and toes on the mat accordingly. She manages one push up, struggles for a second, and collapses on the third.
The Misery:
No good enough! Start again!
The camera fades out and we focus on the commentators.
Bea Torres:
Wow, I actually feel surprisingly bad for The Manic…
Jared Idol:
She’s got a maniac for a wrestling trainer, that’s for sure. Anyway, coming up next…
The Misery:
Lesson number one: defense. If you want to be wrestler, you must know how to take a hit.
The Manic:
But I don’t want to be a wr-
The Misery interrupts The Manic’s statement and superkicks her in the face, sending her to the canvas in one strong, swift motion.
The Misery:
As you know, that’s the move that Cheesecake has hit you with the past couple weeks. To render her next superkick at least semi-useless, you need to get used to it, so that next time it doesn’t knock you unconscious. Understood?
The Manic doesn’t respond, and fails to make even a simple movement while on the mat. The Misery scratches his head, then gives her a little nudge in the ribs with his foot.
The Misery:
Ah, crap.
The Misery turns to the camera and points.
The Misery:
You there, hand The Misery one of those buckets of ice cold water.
The camera pans to the right, and just outside the ring by the apron, lies a group of buckets filled to the brim and almost overflowing. The camera turns back to The Misery.
Cameraman:
M-me?
The Misery:
Well, The Misery doesn’t see anybody else around, do you? Look, The Misery is not paying you to stand around and watch.
Cameraman:
You’re not paying me at all, dude…
The Misery:
Silence! Hand The Misery one of those buckets immediately!
The cameraman sighs, and walks over to the buckets, picking one up and raising it towards The Misery who leans over the top rope to grab it. The cameraman goes back and resumes his spot, while The Misery throws the icy water inside the bucket at The Manic’s face. She sits up with a gasp, and begins coughing and spluttering.
The Misery:
Where was The Misery? Let’s see… oh, yes. As you know, that’s the move that Cheesecake has hit you with the past couple weeks. To render her next superkick at least semi-useless, you need to get used to it, so that next time it doesn’t knock you unconscious. Understood?
The Manic, drenched and soaking, climbs to her feet and gives The Misery a quick nod, now aware that this training session is no joke, and may just be the toughest thing she’s ever done.
The Misery:
The Misery going to hit you with it again, okay? And this time you aren’t going to fall unconscious, because if you do there will be serious consequences.
The Manic:
What sort of consequences?
The Misery:
Doesn’t matter. Are you ready?
The Manic gulps, and nods, then The Misery comes at her with full force and nails her with a superkick that sends her back onto the canvas. The Misery stands and waits for a moment, and this time The Manic manages to shuffle backwards into the corner of the ring, resting her head against the bottom turnbuckle.
The Misery:
Good. Well done. How do you feel?
The Manic:
Like The Manic was just kicked in the face.
The Misery:
Good! That’s exactly how you should feel!
The Misery now seems unusually chirpy, clearly rather proud of his new trainee. He motions for her to stand up, and after a few attempts, she finally makes it to her feet, all the while clasping the top rope. Giving her no more time to recover, The Misery rushes towards her, but she quickly steps to the side and avoids him. However, The Misery quickly scales the top turnbuckle and leaps off of it with a moonsult, sending The Manic straight back to the canvas.
The Misery:
Evasion is not yet on the training itinerary! The Misery demands you give him 70 push ups!
The Manic lies on her side, coughing and taking deep breaths.
The Manic:
But The Manic can barely do 10 push ups…
The Misery:
70 push ups, now! This will help with your cardio, and to build more muscle so you aren’t such a frail weakling!
The Manic sighs, and positions her hands and toes on the mat accordingly. She manages one push up, struggles for a second, and collapses on the third.
The Misery:
No good enough! Start again!
The camera fades out and we focus on the commentators.
Bea Torres:
Wow, I actually feel surprisingly bad for The Manic…
Jared Idol:
She’s got a maniac for a wrestling trainer, that’s for sure. Anyway, coming up next…
Singles Match
Lucie Callaway VS Kate SteeleFor her second match in Millennium, Lucie Callaway found herself stepping in the ring against a former Lockdown Champion in Kate Steele, definitely a bigger challenge than her husband Teddy. And the Siren made it clear from the start, not even waiting for the young rookie to get inside the ring and hitting her with a baseball slide that sent Lucie crashing on the barricade. Pissed off for the turn her career took recently, Kate unleashed her frustrations on the young rookie, tossing her all around the ringside area, against the apron and the steel steps. Eventually she rolled her inside the ring and entered as well to complete her demolition opera, only to get the referee to stop and tell her that the match didn’t officially start yet. and that he had to check if Lucie was cleared to compete. The pink haired girl struggled to get up, leaning against the corner to catch her breath after being manhandled by the Siren. When the referee approached her, she nodded her head, confirming that she was ready to go. Not convinced, he asked a couple more times, until Callaway, now with a fire burning in her eyes, pushed him aside and demanded to “ring the fucking bell”. Kate charged at her at full speed, Lucie tripped her with a drop-toe-hold sending her colliding against the lower turnbuckle pad. It was now her turn to blow off some steam, ruthlessly stomping the former Lockdown champion. Once again the referee had to step between the two competitors, allowing Kate to get back on her feet. Lucie was right back on work with a shoulder to the stomach, before taking a few stepping away to get some speed and charging for a double knee to the corner. Steel moved out of the way, picking up Lucie after she crashed against the corner and lifting her in a suplex position, dropping her on her head with a brainbuster. The following pinfall only gave her a two count. The bigger experience and a few shortcuts she wasn’t afraid to take allowed Kate to keep control, obtaining another near fall after a Tiger Suplex. The fans were obviously behind Lucie, more so in this moment of difficulty. And the young rookie didn’t let her fans down, creating herself an opening with a backstabber after landing on her feet from Katie’s german suplex attempt. Even though Kate kicked out easily from the lateral press, the impression the fans had was the tables had turned in Lucie’s favor, with the eighteen years old gaining more and more confidence from every kick and punch she connected on the former Lockdown Champion. Callaway grabbed her and went for a series of rapid fire headbutts, knocking her down. Surprisingly, Kate still had some fight in her, a little fire Lucie quickly extinguished with The Killing Joke (Double Armed Straight Jacket Neckbreaker), climbing on the top rope and finishing the match in a spectacular fashion with the Hell Upside Down (630 senton), picking up her second consecutive win. WINNER: Lucie Callaway BY: Pinfall (Hell Upside Down), 6:07 |
The scene starts as the camera pans up the body of Chris Constantine Jr’s. new bodyguard, Deacon Lewis. Deacon looks down at the camera in a menacing way as he stares a hole into the camera. The camera suddenly jerks it’s way down as a ticked off Constantine berates the camera man.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Hey! Hey! Hey! Down here camera man! I’m the one doing the interview here, not Deacon. So you keep that camera on me or the next image you’re going to see is Deacon smashing that hundred thousand dollar camera. You hear me?
Chris adjusts his suit and cools off as Olivia stands next to Chris and gives a smile to the camera.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
You know, you’d think I’d get some appropriation for all the work I’ve done for Millennium. I’m one of the few people sticking up for the company against these Riot scum as I declare that Millennium is the rightful A show of the company as a whole. We have the better wrestlers, the better crowds, and the most viewers watching. You’d think I’d get a hero’s welcome for what I did on Riot last week! But I didn’t. All I got was ungrateful stares and people holding back on telling me to go F myself. This place, it’s jut another pay check for so many people on the roster. Show up, perform, and then leave. Gianluigi picks you up from the streets, dusts you off, feeds you and gives you a paycheck and what do you do for him? Spit in his eyes and tell him to F off. What disloyalty.
Chris lowers his head and shakes his head in sadness.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
It’s ok though Gianluigi. I’m here for you. I’m supporting this show each and every week by telling everyone just how great you and Millennium is. I have a Millennium Rules t-shirt right underneath this suit. I have your back just like you have mine, boss. So while the drums of War between Millennium and Riot get louder each and every week, I want you to know that I will be front and center as you lead the charge to attack. My Captain, my captain!
Chris is about to walk off but stops as he remembers one last thing.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Oh, and for my opponent tonight. Alan Envy! You’re one of those disloyal little rats that I was mentioning just a second ago. You’ll be set as an example to the rest of the turncoats in the back as I kick your ass from one side of the arena to the other. I can only hope I can smack some loyalty and respect for Millennium into that thick skull of yours, because if I can’t, I’m sure Gianluigi Vaccaro would Fire your ass if I asked politely.
Chris gives a cocky grin as he walks off set, followed by Olivia and Deacon Lewis.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Hey! Hey! Hey! Down here camera man! I’m the one doing the interview here, not Deacon. So you keep that camera on me or the next image you’re going to see is Deacon smashing that hundred thousand dollar camera. You hear me?
Chris adjusts his suit and cools off as Olivia stands next to Chris and gives a smile to the camera.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
You know, you’d think I’d get some appropriation for all the work I’ve done for Millennium. I’m one of the few people sticking up for the company against these Riot scum as I declare that Millennium is the rightful A show of the company as a whole. We have the better wrestlers, the better crowds, and the most viewers watching. You’d think I’d get a hero’s welcome for what I did on Riot last week! But I didn’t. All I got was ungrateful stares and people holding back on telling me to go F myself. This place, it’s jut another pay check for so many people on the roster. Show up, perform, and then leave. Gianluigi picks you up from the streets, dusts you off, feeds you and gives you a paycheck and what do you do for him? Spit in his eyes and tell him to F off. What disloyalty.
Chris lowers his head and shakes his head in sadness.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
It’s ok though Gianluigi. I’m here for you. I’m supporting this show each and every week by telling everyone just how great you and Millennium is. I have a Millennium Rules t-shirt right underneath this suit. I have your back just like you have mine, boss. So while the drums of War between Millennium and Riot get louder each and every week, I want you to know that I will be front and center as you lead the charge to attack. My Captain, my captain!
Chris is about to walk off but stops as he remembers one last thing.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Oh, and for my opponent tonight. Alan Envy! You’re one of those disloyal little rats that I was mentioning just a second ago. You’ll be set as an example to the rest of the turncoats in the back as I kick your ass from one side of the arena to the other. I can only hope I can smack some loyalty and respect for Millennium into that thick skull of yours, because if I can’t, I’m sure Gianluigi Vaccaro would Fire your ass if I asked politely.
Chris gives a cocky grin as he walks off set, followed by Olivia and Deacon Lewis.
Singles Match
Robbie "MF" Bourbon VS MisteireachThe bell rings and Bourbon and Misteireach circle each other. They go to tie up, and Bourbon cinches in an arm wrench. Misteireach grabs his shoulder, and Bourbon goes for another rotation. Misteireach cartwheels over, and while maintaining contact with Bourbon, springboards off the second rope with an arm whip which puts Bourbon on his butt! Misteireach keeps in the arm wrench as Bourbon gets to his feet. Misteireach with a quick kick to Bourbon’s thigh, then a quick kick to Bourbon’s shoulder, and goes for another rotation on the arm wrench which causes Bourbon to tumble over back onto his back, and Misteireach plants a knee behind Bourbon’s shoulder and pulls back with a modified shoulder lock. Bourbon tries to throw a back elbow, but can’t connect, but eventually scrambles back to his feet as Misteireach climbs about and keeps the shoulder lock in place, hanging off of Bourbon’s back as Bourbon uses his might and stands! Bourbon rolls forward, planting Misteireach, and over the body of Misteireach, still maintaining hold of Misteireach’s wrist. Misteireach kips up, but Bourbon puts him back down with a huge clothesline, which gets a two count! Bourbon gets back to his feet and adjusts his mask, then shoots off the ropes, coming back with a big senton! Misteireach rolls under the big man as Bourbon hits nothing but mat, quickly getting to his feet and throwing a few stiff soccer kicks to Bourbon’s spine! Misteireach shoots off the ropes and comes back, looking to nail a shining wizard onto the downed Bourbon. Bourbon catches the foot, spins to his feet, and is staring down Misteireach in this fast paced hot action! Bourbon tosses the foot back, but Misteireach does a complete backflip, landing on his feet, and the crowd roars as both men rear back and square their shoulders, getting an eyeful of each other again. Misteireach charges a corner and leaps to the second turnbuckle, appealing to the fans as Bourbon watches, his hands on his hips. Misteireach hops down and waves for Bourbon to come on, but Bourbon puts a hand and pointer finger up, signalling to wait. Robbie pivots and climbs the second turnbuckle in the opposite corner, and appeals to the crowd himself, which seems evenly split here in Toronto as we get dueling chants. “Fuck ‘em up, Robbie..” “Mis-Teir-Each” Both men start to feel the vibe of the nuclear hot crowd and approach each other. Misteireach says something to Bourbon and points to the crowd. Bourbon says something back, and pats the smaller Misteireach to show him who’s bigger. Misteireach comes back with a forearm to the jaw of Bourbon! Another forearm to the jaw of Bourbon, and Misteireach goes to whip Bourbon into the ropes. Bourbon plants a foot and stops the attempt! Bourbon, still with his hand on Misteireach’s wrist, sets in a hammerlock. Misteireach counters with a snapmare takedown, and another soccer kick to Bourbon’s spine! Misteireach lifts Bourbon in a head hold, throws a back elbow to the back of Bourbon’s skull, then fully lifts Bourbon to his feet and throws an echoing back chop squarely to the big man’s massive chest. Bourbon turns his head back at Misteireach and smirks, beckoning for him to do that again. Misteireach throws another back chop, which echoes throughout all of Ontario! Bourbon counters with a goozle, lifting Misteireach by the throat for the Earth’s Mightiest Chokeslam! Misteireach hops over Bourbon and shoots into the ropes. Bourbon hits the deck as Misteireach bounds over him on the rebound! Bourbon stands but Misteireach leapfrogs him! Bourbon spins and catches Misteireach this time, tossing him high in the air for a back body drop, but Misteireach adjusts midair and comes back down onto Bourbon, catching him in a chancery and dropping him with a huge DDT which gets a two count! The crowd is on absolute fire with the frantic pace of the match so far. Misteireach climbs the turnbuckle as Bourbon gets to his feet. Misteireach leaps off the top rope with a cross body block, but Bourbon catches him! Bourbon has Misteireach bridged across his chest, and drops him for a backbreaker, still holding on! Bourbon back to his feet, still holding Misteireach, and drops another backbreaker! Bourbon to his feet again, but Misteireach starts to kick his legs to get out of the predicament. Misteireach throws a back elbow to Bourbon’s head. Another back elbow! Misteireach swings out of Bourbon’s grip, and goes around with a reverse waist lock! Misteireach looks to go for a German suplex, but can’t get Bourbon over. Bourbon back to his feet, and reverses into another reverse waist lock! Bourbon lifts Misteireach for a backdrop suplex, but Misteireach maneuvers over and goes for a sunset flip, which gets a late two as Bourbon barely kicks out! Misteireach rolls back onto a knee and looks at Bourbon, who sits upright looking back at Misteireach, pointing to his head and letting Misteireach know he won’t fall for that again. Both men get to their feet, and Bourbon charges, looking to take Misteireach’s head off with a huge clothesline. Misteireach ducks, pulling down the top rope, and Bourbon tumbles out onto the apron! Bourbon holds himself on the apron with the aid of the top rope, and Misteireach throws a forearm to Bourbon. Bourbon takes another forearm from Misteireach, and Misteireach springboards off the second rope to the apron, catching Bourbon in a head scissors! Misteireach looks to swing downward and send Bourbon to the floor, but Bourbon catches himself! Bourbon lifts Misteireach, looking to send him to the floor with a Robbiebomb! Misteireach grabs the top rope with his left hand, and starts raining down rights onto Bourbon’s head! Bourbon lets go, and Misteireach hops back into the ring, bounds off the opposite ropes, and comes back with a huge dropkick aimed at Bourbon! Bourbon sidesteps, and Misteireach misses, his legs draped over the top rope as he falls backward to the mat. Bourbon leapfrogs into the ring with an elbow drop to Misteireach! Bourbon goes for a quick cover, which gets a two count before the referee notices Misteireach’s leg on the bottom rope! Bourbon drags Misteireach away from the ropes and goes for another cover, but too much recovery time has lets Misteireach kick out at 2! Bourbon lifts Misteireach and hoists him, landing a vertical suplex. Bourbon pivots, and with Misteireach on the mat, goes to his feet! Bourbon lands a senton onto Misteireach, then gets back to his feet, and climbs to the top rope! Bourbon does a splash from the top rope, but Misteireach gets his knees up in time and nails Bourbon in the gut as both men are left prone in the ring. Misteireach gets to his feet with the aide of the ropes, and Bourbon is stuck on his belly in the middle of the ring. Misteireach climbs to the top rope, and soars with a diving headbutt, nailing Bourbon in the back of the head! Misteireach recoils from the impact himself, slowly moving to make the cover. However, too much time for Bourbon to recover, and he only gets a two. Misteireach slowly gets back to his feet, and goes to lift Bourbon in a headhold! Bourbon counters with a swift inside cradle, and scores the pinfall victory! WINNER: Robbie “MF” Bourbon BY: Pinfall (Inside Cradle), 10:16 |
Jared Idol: "What an absolute barn burner by these two!"
Bea Torres: "There aren’t any barns here in the arena!"
Jared Idol: "They burned them all down!"
Bourbon leans back against the bottom rope, seated in the ring, a smile on his face as Misteireach sits up, looking back at him. Misteireach stands, and offers a hand to Bourbon, helping him to his feet. The crowd in Toronto cheers for the showing of respect, and begins to chant.
“WE WANT MORE!””WE WANT MORE!””WE WANT MORE!”
Unlike recent videos from the Happy Few, there’s no action as we focus in on the scene--no slapping of bags, no sparring sessions in the background, in fact, we focus on an almost serene looking OMI, in an otherwise empty locker room. She is surrounded on all sides by photos of recent rivals--the tag team champions, Jetpack, feature prominently to the Typhoon’s left, while tonight’s opponent in Bree Smith and her partner Teagan feature to the Typhoon’s right. In front of her, though, is really the more important thing to OMI: the Tag Team Championships. She briefly regards the photo of either team, but her eyes never stray for long from the shot of the titles, and of the scene from Dark Web, where both she and Jet Blanchard scored simultaneous pinfalls.
After a few seconds of silence, the Typhoon’s peaceful preparation is interrupted by her family’s translator, June Oikawa, stepping into frame, briefly speaking to OMI herself. The young woman only just responds, barely shaking her head as she speaks in that near-silent voice to June, who eventually turns to the camera.
June Oikawa
Ms. Smith, you will have to forgive OMI and myself for, perhaps, not being as verbose as the Happy Few might normally--you surely understand, perhaps better than anyone, that leaving a match without the prize you thought you had in your hands leaves...a sour taste in one’s mouth. Doubly so for someone like OMI, coming off a result such as the Happy Few did. You and your team are recognized as the number one contenders to the Tag Team Championships, but even so, it would not be unreasonable to assume that our honourable champions would seek a true ending to their contest with OMI and NEON--a true ending, that both teams, and the viewers, were denied at Dark Web.
OMI murmurs something in Japanese, her ghostly quiet voice only barely picked up by the camera. June, however, seems to hear everything OMI says, nodding her head briefly toward the Typhoon, before her eyes turn back to the camera.
June Oikawa
OMI would remind you, Ms. Smith, that you know what kind of danger awaits you, stepping in the ring with her. You are one of the many that have seen their lights dimmed by OMI’s striking. She says this not as an attempt to shame you--you are far from alone in that regard--but to remind you of what it means to stand between the Happy Few and a goal. Right now, that goal is a resolution with Jetpack, Ms. Smith, and OMI will not relent--not against you, nor against anyone else that attempts to block her and her sister from reaching that goal. I can tell you from watching her these past few weeks, Ms. Smith, that this is a more focused OMI than even I have ever seen. The draw at Dark Web has only motivated OMI even more. And contender or not, she is determined to make that draw right.
OMI rises to her feet, virtually silently, standing beside her translator. She whispers something to June, who doesn’t even glance away from the camera this time--her focus remains straight ahead, even as OMI’s doesn’t.
June Oikawa
OMI hopes your preparation has gone well, Ms. Smith. She hopes your claim to contendership hasn’t dulled your awareness--rather, she hopes you are as sharp as you can be tonight. It makes the contest--and, indeed, the victory--more satisfying to her. The question now becomes...do you remember and recognize the threat that OMI represents? Or has your claim to contendership blinded you to the threats that exist among this roster?
Even the normally stoic OMI can’t hide the faintest little smile as June sings her praises--it’s faint, and it’s only for a moment, but it’s definitely there.
June Oikawa
We shall see if you are ready for the Oncoming Storm, Ms. Smith. I rather hope you’ve prepared.
OMI clasps one hand around a balled fist, closing her eyes as June finishes speaking. The camera holds on the duo for a moment, before fading to black.
After a few seconds of silence, the Typhoon’s peaceful preparation is interrupted by her family’s translator, June Oikawa, stepping into frame, briefly speaking to OMI herself. The young woman only just responds, barely shaking her head as she speaks in that near-silent voice to June, who eventually turns to the camera.
June Oikawa
Ms. Smith, you will have to forgive OMI and myself for, perhaps, not being as verbose as the Happy Few might normally--you surely understand, perhaps better than anyone, that leaving a match without the prize you thought you had in your hands leaves...a sour taste in one’s mouth. Doubly so for someone like OMI, coming off a result such as the Happy Few did. You and your team are recognized as the number one contenders to the Tag Team Championships, but even so, it would not be unreasonable to assume that our honourable champions would seek a true ending to their contest with OMI and NEON--a true ending, that both teams, and the viewers, were denied at Dark Web.
OMI murmurs something in Japanese, her ghostly quiet voice only barely picked up by the camera. June, however, seems to hear everything OMI says, nodding her head briefly toward the Typhoon, before her eyes turn back to the camera.
June Oikawa
OMI would remind you, Ms. Smith, that you know what kind of danger awaits you, stepping in the ring with her. You are one of the many that have seen their lights dimmed by OMI’s striking. She says this not as an attempt to shame you--you are far from alone in that regard--but to remind you of what it means to stand between the Happy Few and a goal. Right now, that goal is a resolution with Jetpack, Ms. Smith, and OMI will not relent--not against you, nor against anyone else that attempts to block her and her sister from reaching that goal. I can tell you from watching her these past few weeks, Ms. Smith, that this is a more focused OMI than even I have ever seen. The draw at Dark Web has only motivated OMI even more. And contender or not, she is determined to make that draw right.
OMI rises to her feet, virtually silently, standing beside her translator. She whispers something to June, who doesn’t even glance away from the camera this time--her focus remains straight ahead, even as OMI’s doesn’t.
June Oikawa
OMI hopes your preparation has gone well, Ms. Smith. She hopes your claim to contendership hasn’t dulled your awareness--rather, she hopes you are as sharp as you can be tonight. It makes the contest--and, indeed, the victory--more satisfying to her. The question now becomes...do you remember and recognize the threat that OMI represents? Or has your claim to contendership blinded you to the threats that exist among this roster?
Even the normally stoic OMI can’t hide the faintest little smile as June sings her praises--it’s faint, and it’s only for a moment, but it’s definitely there.
June Oikawa
We shall see if you are ready for the Oncoming Storm, Ms. Smith. I rather hope you’ve prepared.
OMI clasps one hand around a balled fist, closing her eyes as June finishes speaking. The camera holds on the duo for a moment, before fading to black.
Singles Match
Bree Smith VS OMIWinning a hellacious TLC match at Dark Web, the BreeTee Committee earned themselves another shot at Jetpack and their MWE Tag Team Titles, a prize the Happy Few were still chasing after the controversial ending of their match at the last ppv. And while it’s crystal clear that the two teams are meant to collide with the gold on the line, tonight’s match between Bree Smith and OMI could be considered and appetizer of things to come. The match started with the two competitors circling around a bit before locking up in the centre of the ring. The size and power advantage was clearly on Bree’s side, and the blonde girl didn’t have much of a problem to take control of the operation, easily pushing OMI against the ropes and whipping her across the ring, taking her down with a shoulder tackle. The member of The Happy Few was quickly back on her feet, hitting Smith with a forearm shot that didn’t seem to faze her too much. Bree answered with one of her own before picking OMI up for a powerslam, followed by an elbow drop and a cover for the first near fall of the match. After a first part of the match where Smith maintained absolute control keeping the pace slow and steady, wearing OMI down with her arsenal of throws and suplexes, including a stalling suplex with a ridiculous hang time, the japanese wrestler found a way to turn the tables, surprising the bigger opponent with a cross handed throat thrust. While Bree was still catching her breath, OMI hit her with a kick to the leg, followed by left to the side and a forearm to the jaw. The lightning quick striking combination continued with a spinning backfist and a jumping knee, finishing with the Ame-No-Tataku (high-speed roundhouse kick to the head) that knocked the hulking woman down. The following pinfall attempt only got her a two count, but this didn’t slow her down. She went right back on the attack with a series of stomps to the elbows, trying to weaken her arm for her submission finisher, a triangle armbar, as well as taking out part of her offense. The right arm became OMI’s main focus, with all her moves now directed to that part of Bree’s body. This was probably one of the Japanese wrestler’s biggest flaws, once she set herself a goal, nothing would take her focus away from achieving it. Her attacks became predictable, allowing Smith to dodge one of her vicious kicks and counter with a german suplex. Bree kept the waistlock and rolled through, connecting a second one and eventually a third, this one bridging into a pinning predicament. OMI kicked out and ducked the opponent’s clothesline, countering with a reverse side kick that doubled Bree over. The japanese then went for a scissor kick, dodged by Smith who, after a big right hand to the jaw, lifted OMI for a series of four Backbreaker reps, before eventually making the cover. It was a favorable moment for Bree, who whipped the opponent against the ropes and launched her in the air for the Bree-Show (pop-up powerbomb) countered with a hurricanrana by OMI. As soon as Bree made it back to her feet, OMI connected the Super Cyclone out of nowhere. No surprises here, the Tornado Kick claimed another victim. WINNER: OMI BY: Pinfall (Super Cyclone), 9:47 |
The camera follows Nina the intern as she walks down the hallway with a quick pace. Luckily avoiding any contact with Kymmy Oliver, the Chicago born stops in front of a closed door, knocking lightly and stepping in after a male voice, easily recognizable as Gian’s, invites her to step in.
Nina:
Here it’s what you asked me, boss.
He takes the papers she’s handing him and looks up at her.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Thank you Nina. I don’t know what I would do without you.
Nina:
You’re welcome..
She replies quickly.
Nina:
So, about Chloe…
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
She made her decision, and she’s convinced it’s the right thing to do. I hope she’s right.
The young intern is about to add something, but another knock at the door interrupts her.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Come in!
-Bowie opens the door and slips into the office. Dressed in a pair of smart, fitted slacks and a dress shirt, their androgynous appearance is enhanced by a short cut hairstyle, an intentional aesthetic to leave themselves as ambiguous. Bowie smiles and nods a greeting to Gian, then one to Nina.-
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Nina, they are Bowie Kennedy. They are the new backstage interviewer for Millennium.
Nina:
T-They?
She asks him slightly perplexed, looking at Bowie and then back at the General Manager.
Bowie Kennedy:
My preferred pronoun. They/Them I don’t conform to a gender identity so male and female pronouns don’t fit…
Bowie shrugs their shoulders and looks to Gian with a tight smile,
Bowie Kennedy:
Get used to explaining that one a hundred times in the coming weeks, boss.
Gian lets out a chuckle, standing up from his chair to welcome them.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Please, have a seat.
He says pointing at one of the chairs in front of his desk, after shaking Bowie’s hand. Nina takes the cue to leave.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Thank you for coming here with such short notice.
Bowie smiles as they take a seat, nodding to Gian once again they look around for a moment before nodding.
Bowie Kennedy:
When Hallie mentioned you guys were in a tight spot, I figured I could offer my services… mostly been working with students over at the academy but my experience in correspondence sounds like exactly what you need so, where do I Sign?
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Straight to the point. I like it.
He smiles at them, grabbing a copy of the contract from the papers Nina just brought in and, after checking he doesn’t accidentally gives them the wrong one, he hands it over to Bowie.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I feel like informing you that there are some… Unique personalities on the Millennium Roster. I’m sure you can handle them but expect some… Drawbacks.
Bowie looks over the paperwork, while they’re reading it through they offer a soft laugh at Gian’s words.
Bowie Kennedy:
Gian, I’m sure you can imagine I’ve already dealt with more than my share of ignorant comments and people who are rude for rude sake… it’s not something you need to worry about. I know exactly how to handle people like that.
He nods, without adding a word. Soon, they are done reading through the contract and put their signature on the dotted line.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Sadly, I’m not surprised to hear that.
They hand the contract back, he gives it a quick look and put it in one of the drawers.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
We have tonight covered, we called the Riot interviewer to replace miss Collins. But feel free to stick around backstage and make yourself at home. Welcome to Millennium, Bowie.
Nina:
Here it’s what you asked me, boss.
He takes the papers she’s handing him and looks up at her.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Thank you Nina. I don’t know what I would do without you.
Nina:
You’re welcome..
She replies quickly.
Nina:
So, about Chloe…
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
She made her decision, and she’s convinced it’s the right thing to do. I hope she’s right.
The young intern is about to add something, but another knock at the door interrupts her.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Come in!
-Bowie opens the door and slips into the office. Dressed in a pair of smart, fitted slacks and a dress shirt, their androgynous appearance is enhanced by a short cut hairstyle, an intentional aesthetic to leave themselves as ambiguous. Bowie smiles and nods a greeting to Gian, then one to Nina.-
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Nina, they are Bowie Kennedy. They are the new backstage interviewer for Millennium.
Nina:
T-They?
She asks him slightly perplexed, looking at Bowie and then back at the General Manager.
Bowie Kennedy:
My preferred pronoun. They/Them I don’t conform to a gender identity so male and female pronouns don’t fit…
Bowie shrugs their shoulders and looks to Gian with a tight smile,
Bowie Kennedy:
Get used to explaining that one a hundred times in the coming weeks, boss.
Gian lets out a chuckle, standing up from his chair to welcome them.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Please, have a seat.
He says pointing at one of the chairs in front of his desk, after shaking Bowie’s hand. Nina takes the cue to leave.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Thank you for coming here with such short notice.
Bowie smiles as they take a seat, nodding to Gian once again they look around for a moment before nodding.
Bowie Kennedy:
When Hallie mentioned you guys were in a tight spot, I figured I could offer my services… mostly been working with students over at the academy but my experience in correspondence sounds like exactly what you need so, where do I Sign?
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Straight to the point. I like it.
He smiles at them, grabbing a copy of the contract from the papers Nina just brought in and, after checking he doesn’t accidentally gives them the wrong one, he hands it over to Bowie.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I feel like informing you that there are some… Unique personalities on the Millennium Roster. I’m sure you can handle them but expect some… Drawbacks.
Bowie looks over the paperwork, while they’re reading it through they offer a soft laugh at Gian’s words.
Bowie Kennedy:
Gian, I’m sure you can imagine I’ve already dealt with more than my share of ignorant comments and people who are rude for rude sake… it’s not something you need to worry about. I know exactly how to handle people like that.
He nods, without adding a word. Soon, they are done reading through the contract and put their signature on the dotted line.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Sadly, I’m not surprised to hear that.
They hand the contract back, he gives it a quick look and put it in one of the drawers.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
We have tonight covered, we called the Riot interviewer to replace miss Collins. But feel free to stick around backstage and make yourself at home. Welcome to Millennium, Bowie.
Singles Match
Cheesecake VS LunaAfter making a huge impact in Millennium, winning the Lockdown Championship on her third match, Luna’s career hit a sudden downturn after losing the title against Selina Metzger. The Star Of The Night seemed to have lost her shine, struggling to get back on the winning side and unable to keep any momentum. Tonight’s match against Cheesecake could be the turning point she needed although the pink haired girl has been impressive since coming back under the guidance of Tyron Bickerton. Luna was out with an aggressive start, putting pressure on the younger opponent with her Krav Maga based offense, a style Cheesecake was not used to and couldn’t find a counter for. Luna locked her in a muay thai clinch and drove her knees to her face, leaving her stunned and easy prey for her Starstorm (discus spinning roundhouse). The impact knocked down the Arizona born who wisely rolled out of the ring to catch a break and get some advice from her mentor. Luna took a run and launched herself between the ropes with a suicide dive knocking down Bickerton who took a bullet for his young trainee and pushed her out of the way. His sacrifice was not vain, allowing Cheesecake to take control. After a snap suplex to the floor and a senton from the apron, the daughter of the late Trip Johnson brought the fight back in the ring and immediately tried to capitalize with a cover, only getting a two out of it. She picked Luna up and shoved her in the corner, charging for a dropkick and climbing on the top rope, diving off it with an elbow drop and hooking the leg for another near fall. Luna managed to build some momentum with a series of throat strikes, going for a kick to the stomach blocked by Cheesecake. Before she could even decide what to do, Luna hit her with a dragon whip, keeping control of the match. The final part of this back and forth contest saw the former IYHWF star turning things in her favor after she was able to counter a springboard clothesline with a codebreaker. Both competitors were now laying on the mat, exhausted after eight intense minutes of wrestling at the highest pace. Ophelia was the first to make it back to her feet and she dragged Luna up as well, sending her against the ropes and knocking her down as she rebounded with a leg lariat. A spinning heel kick seemed enough to give her the win, knocking out the former Lockdown Champion who, somehow, managed to raised a shoulder a millisecond before the three. Cheesecake couldn’t believe it, staring at the referee and asking him how this wasn’t a three. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and Cheesecake climbed to the top rope, willing to go all in and put an end to this match with the corkscrew senton called, oh the irony, Star In The Night. That was when The Misery and The Manic made their presence felt, jumping on Bickerton who, despite the numbers game disadvantage, was holding his ground. Running up the corner, Luna exploited this opening to drop Cheesecake on the mat with the Night Skyfall (Top Rope Spanish Fly), enough to keep her down for the three count. WINNER: Luna BY: Pinfall (Night Skyfall), 10:10 |
The cameraman is merely trying to make his way to his next assignment, but a hand reaches out and grasps the camera, turning it and him around. The feed finds itself facing Rie Shimizu, a frown across her face. Kato lingers in the background, his head just out of view. Rie’s expression is one of disappointment, of displeasure, and she begins to speak immediately, no ceremony or anything. Kato translates, his tone far lighter than Rie’s own.
Homare Kato:
“I had it won. The victory was mine, the chance to erase some of my slipups and failures. But because of someone else, that was taken away from me. My head, bashed with a chair, because someone has a problem with the man I was facing. Instead of a good match, the departed there that night only saw a woman deciding to ruin it for her own amusement. I cannot let that stand.”
She looks into the camera with a determined expression, continuing on before Kato translates.
Homare Kato:
“Saki ruined something for me, but that is what she does. She ruins things for others, hurting them for her own enjoyment. The things she has done, from the stabbings to now, form a tapestry of sins. The departed have been forced to see her commit offense after offense, grinning all the while. But tonight, I will do my absolute best to get some form of retribution upon her for her actions. I will defeat her, honorably and without tricks or weapons or knife, and in doing so hopefully redeem myself in some small way for my recent failures. Saki, tonight there will be no playing for you. Only defeat.”
And with that she gives a resolute nod before turning and walking away. Kato gives a tiny smile to the camera before turning and following her, strangely not saying anything else himself. So even though the lights remain on as the camera fades away, it still leaves behind an odd feeling...
Homare Kato:
“I had it won. The victory was mine, the chance to erase some of my slipups and failures. But because of someone else, that was taken away from me. My head, bashed with a chair, because someone has a problem with the man I was facing. Instead of a good match, the departed there that night only saw a woman deciding to ruin it for her own amusement. I cannot let that stand.”
She looks into the camera with a determined expression, continuing on before Kato translates.
Homare Kato:
“Saki ruined something for me, but that is what she does. She ruins things for others, hurting them for her own enjoyment. The things she has done, from the stabbings to now, form a tapestry of sins. The departed have been forced to see her commit offense after offense, grinning all the while. But tonight, I will do my absolute best to get some form of retribution upon her for her actions. I will defeat her, honorably and without tricks or weapons or knife, and in doing so hopefully redeem myself in some small way for my recent failures. Saki, tonight there will be no playing for you. Only defeat.”
And with that she gives a resolute nod before turning and walking away. Kato gives a tiny smile to the camera before turning and following her, strangely not saying anything else himself. So even though the lights remain on as the camera fades away, it still leaves behind an odd feeling...
Singles Match
Rie Shimizu VS SakiRie Shimizu always asked for one simple thing. A chance to fight fair matches. Somehow, this didn’t seem to be an option for her, more than often finding herself involved dealing with shady opponents or stuck in the middle of heated personal rivalries, like in this case. Nobody could tell why Saki has it out for LaGarde, but during her last attack, she hit Rie, who asked, and obtained, a chance to make things right. Shimizu started off strong with a series of lightning quick jabs, sending then Saki against the ropes and leapfrogging over her, catching the Singapore Mauler with an armdrag and, in one fluid motion, locked her in a Fujiwara Armbar. Saki wrestled her way out of the submission, kneeing Rie in the stomach before dropping her face first on her knee. Showing no mercy, not that anyone was expecting any, the Kawaii Deathmachine began stomping the grounded opponent, even grinding her face with the sole of her boot and kicking her in the ribs for good measure. Saki was more than happy to take the fight outside the ring when she had the chance, using her body as a projectile to take down Rie with a suicide dive, after superkicking the japanese over the top rope. Now in an environment where she felt more comfortable, the former Empire Extreme Champion was finding enjoyment in punishing the young Japanese, right under her manager’s watch. She pushed her head first against the steel steps, stomping on her hand laying on top of the steps after the impact. Ruthlessly, she picked her up and slammed her against the ring post, throwing her against the barricades. Saki quickly entered the ring to break the referee’s count before charging at Shimizu with a Yakuza kick. She kept attacking her against the barricade until a fan hit her with a chair shot. A closer look revealed him to be Christopher LaGarde. WINNER: Saki BY: DQ (Outside Interference), 5:48 |
Tag Team Match
The Mighty Now Thrive VS Brothers McMillion
Kid Terra and Null have been very vocal recently about a, in their opinion, unfair treatment they have been victim of. Their career in Millennium has been ups and downs so far, a similar path as the Brothers McMillions even though, in fairness, they had to deal with Duke Andrews recently, taking their focus away from the Tag division. Null and Javen started things off for their respective teams, and the wolf boy showed a new found determination since the opening bell, surprising Simon with a standing dropkick and a stiff kick to the head when the McMillion was getting back up to his feet, trying to score an early win hooking the leg. Javen kicked out and tried to shift the momentum back in his favor, clocking Null with a right hand and sending him against the ropes, going for a clothesline ducked by the member of TMNT who jumped on the middle rope with a springboard crossbody, scoring another near fall. He whipped Javen back in his corner and charged at him with a corner clothesline. Kid Terra took the tag and enter the ring, immediately going for another clothesline. Null followed with the same move, and then it was Kid’s turn once again to keep the Victory Lap going. At the end of it, the Terranova Rockstar made the cover, broken up by CM who saved his brother and the match. Creating himself an opening with a sitout jawbreaker, Javen made the tag to his brother who entered the ring and took down Kid Terra with a clothesline. On the apron, Null yelled something at the McMillion, who didn't like what the wolf boy had to say and knocked him off the apron with a right hand, paying for the distraction by getting planted on his head by a reverse hurrincanrana from Terra. The Mighty now thrived, landing a few knife edge chops across CM's chest before hitting the veteran with a swift combination of punches and kicks, knocking him down with a roundhouse and making the cover after a springboard moonsault. Christian kicked out in two and and ate a kick to the chin from Kid Terra, who dragged him in his corner and made another tag to Null. Terra sent Michaels against the ropes and, with a drop toe hold, he sent him crashing face first on the canvas while Null jumped on the top rope and springboarded himself into the match with a legdrop to the back of the neck, rolling Christian on his back and hooking the leg for another two count. A couple of minutes and a tag later, the greater experience allowed the McMillion to turn things around, slipping behind Kid Terra's back and pushing him against his tag partner. The collision, head against head, stunned the two TMNT and was considered as a tag by the referee. Christian wasted no time to kick Kid under the bottom rope and dragged Null into the ring with a suplex, moving on top of him for a cover. The Big Wolf On Campus kicked out in two and CM immediately pulled him up and shoved him in the corner, connecting with two kicks to the stomach and an european uppercut before sitting the opponent on the top rope, looking for a superplex. Null fought back, knocking him down with a headbutt and jumping on him with a shooting star press, landing right on CM's knees. Quickly, the McMillion rolled him over, but it wasn't enough to keep the member of TMNT down. The two Memphis born gave a show of what tag team wrestling should be about with quick tags and a series of combined moves, from the classic backbreaker/legdrop combination, to a double suplex and obviously, the house specialty, the Dirty South Drop (Stalling suplex from Christian into a crossbody from Javen) but Null was refusing to stay down. Finding an opening with an enziguri, Null tagged his partner back in and Kid Terra changed the momentum of the match, getting dangerously close to the win after a piledriver to at the end of a series of kicks to the legs and ribcage. Feeling the momentum on their side, he lifted CM over his shoulders in an electric chair position and made the tag to Null who climbed to the top rope, ready to finish the match with the Pack Mentality. Understanding what was going on, Javen left his corner and walked around the ring, grabbing on of Null's leg and pulling him down. CM started droppping forearm shots to the crown of Kid Terra's head before pinning him to the mat with a Victory Roll for the three count. WINNER: Brothers McMillion BY: Pinfall (Victory Roll), 11:25 |
Lights goes off when Requiem for a dream No Evil mix starts playing in the PA system
a dead skull with a cigar in his mouth appears on the titantron the sold out crowd in Toronto immediately starts cheering
A spotlight on stage surrounding the new comer who standing on stage giving his back to the ramp wearing his full black suit, red tie and his black shades
He then brings his head up high and blows his smoke in the air for some cool effects with the spotlight. He then makes his way to the ring with the cigar in his mouth showing some confidence and arrogance on his way down the ramp as soon he climbs the steel steps and enters the ring he takes one last puff off his cigar and blows his smoke in the air while the lights opens at the same time.
The man then goes to the ring announcer to receive the microphone. The crowd are on their feet cheering for the Canadian hero.
The man slowly brings the mic to his bottom fat lip.
Prayme Rosario:
So this is Millennium…
He then stops and let the crowd cheer louder hearing the company’s name. Chanting Big Boss Rosario’s over and over.
The man then turns around letting the crowd cheer louder.
Prayme Rosario:
I got to be honest…it feels good to be back on the motherland...Canada!
The crowd continues to cheer for him.
Prayme Rosario:
When I signed with Millennium, they said I would share the ring with the best. What I’m seeing in front of me is far from it...
Prayme then slowly takes his shades off taking a good look at the Toronto’s crowd.
Prayme Rosario:
I mean...we’re in Toronto right?
A part of the crowd seemed confused of where he is going with this.
Prayme Rosario:
Toronto is not worth of my time but since they already paid me for showing up, I will give you the little time I have to see what is the real deal in the city and that is...I, moi! The man from Real City, Prayme Rosario!
The crowd quickly turns the cheers into boos.
Prayme Rosario:
People from Toronto always thought they were the better city in the whole country but when someone tells you the ugly truth you turn to the other side and blame us for making you guys look less than good and that’s because Montreal were better than, now and forever!
Prayme then gets near the ropes almost exiting the ring but then brings back the mic to his bottom lip while the crowd continues to boo him.
Prayme Rosario:
And I want to say that It felt good to drop this shit on all of you tonight.
Prayme then drops the mic as he leaves the ring under the loud boos from the hostile crowd of Toronto.
a dead skull with a cigar in his mouth appears on the titantron the sold out crowd in Toronto immediately starts cheering
A spotlight on stage surrounding the new comer who standing on stage giving his back to the ramp wearing his full black suit, red tie and his black shades
He then brings his head up high and blows his smoke in the air for some cool effects with the spotlight. He then makes his way to the ring with the cigar in his mouth showing some confidence and arrogance on his way down the ramp as soon he climbs the steel steps and enters the ring he takes one last puff off his cigar and blows his smoke in the air while the lights opens at the same time.
The man then goes to the ring announcer to receive the microphone. The crowd are on their feet cheering for the Canadian hero.
The man slowly brings the mic to his bottom fat lip.
Prayme Rosario:
So this is Millennium…
He then stops and let the crowd cheer louder hearing the company’s name. Chanting Big Boss Rosario’s over and over.
The man then turns around letting the crowd cheer louder.
Prayme Rosario:
I got to be honest…it feels good to be back on the motherland...Canada!
The crowd continues to cheer for him.
Prayme Rosario:
When I signed with Millennium, they said I would share the ring with the best. What I’m seeing in front of me is far from it...
Prayme then slowly takes his shades off taking a good look at the Toronto’s crowd.
Prayme Rosario:
I mean...we’re in Toronto right?
A part of the crowd seemed confused of where he is going with this.
Prayme Rosario:
Toronto is not worth of my time but since they already paid me for showing up, I will give you the little time I have to see what is the real deal in the city and that is...I, moi! The man from Real City, Prayme Rosario!
The crowd quickly turns the cheers into boos.
Prayme Rosario:
People from Toronto always thought they were the better city in the whole country but when someone tells you the ugly truth you turn to the other side and blame us for making you guys look less than good and that’s because Montreal were better than, now and forever!
Prayme then gets near the ropes almost exiting the ring but then brings back the mic to his bottom lip while the crowd continues to boo him.
Prayme Rosario:
And I want to say that It felt good to drop this shit on all of you tonight.
Prayme then drops the mic as he leaves the ring under the loud boos from the hostile crowd of Toronto.
Singles Match
Hammerstein VS Sephora Eastwick
Bea and Jared were joined by Bethany Driver at commentary for this match The presence of his rival at ringside was getting on Hammerstein's nerves, and Sephora immediately capitalized on it with a forearm to the back of the head. The American Monster turned around with a right hook, catching the Empire Extreme Champion on the jaw and sending her recoiling a couple of steps back. He followed with a clothesline, knocking the champ down. Sephora was quickly back on her feet, blocking a middle kick from the opponent and pushing his foot downward, hitting him with a straight punch to the jaw. The first part of the match saw the two competitors hitting each other with heavy strikes, ignoring every warning the referee tried to gave them for closed fists, rope breaks and illegal choking attempts. Clearly, none of them was too eager of playing by the rules. The Empire Extreme Champion brought to the plate her brawling style and a bag of tricks to help her turning things around when Hammerstein was starting to build some momentum. He had her stuck in the corner, hitting her with punches to the head despite the referee threatening to disqualify him if he didn't stop. Fighting fire with fire, Sephora raked his eyes and slammed his face on the protective pad of the top turnbuckle multiple times, grabbing him by the hair and driving him face first on the canvas with a bulldog. She went for a cover, Hammy kicked out in two. The former Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Champion blocked a right punch from Seph and answered with a knee to the stomach, sending her against the ropes and taking her down with a big boot. A few stomps later, he deadlifted her for a german suplex. Hammerstein was in deep waters when Sephora picked up the pace of the match. Her speed and agility allowed her to stay away from his strikes and hit him with rapid counters, like when she ducked a lariat and dropped him down with a cutter. Hammerstein got up on his feet and tried some sort of reaction, lifting the Belle Of The Brawl over his shoulders in a fireman's carry position. Seph slid away of it and, as soon as he turned around, connected a superkick, hooking the leg for a very close to three pinfall attempt. He had his opportunity to turn things around when he reversed an irish whip and ran right behind sephora, driving his knee into her gut as soon as she rebounded back. Eastwick leaned against the ropes, right where the American Monster wanted her. Hitting the ropes on the opposite side to get some speed, he clotheslined her to the outside, waiting for her to stand up to launch himself from the apron onto her with a senton. The referee started the double count out, and as you can imagine, Hammerstein fully used it, powerbombing Sephora on the steel steps and smashing her face on the apron before rolling her back in as the count reached eight. With one foot inside the ring, he addressed Bethany Driver who stood up from her seat and removed her headset. With a smirk, Hammerstein invited her to take her shot and go at him. Bethany smiled back, but she didn't move. The reason of her smile was Eastwick standing right behind Hammerstein, applying a front face lock and dragging his upper body inside the ring, leaving him with his feet against the ropes. After dropping him down on his head with a DDT, Seph made the cover, leaning against the ropes to get some, probably unnecessary, extra leverage. WINNER: Sephora Eastwick BY: Pinfall (rope hung ddt), 11:03 |
Singles Match
Heathen Jones VS Bethany Driver*match will be added later* WINNER: Bethany Driver BY: DQ (Chain Shot), 7:37 |
The cameras were panning in on Deacon as he strolled across the backstage utterly unafraid, the near monolithic giant if a man remaining unbothered by the previous threats of last week. Why should he bothered? Who could even begin to match his undeniable strength? He was a mountain, an embodiment of the word monster. Still, he never saw it coming as Aella stalked out from the side with Shillelagh in hand, lining up her shot before delivering a hard hitting blow across the big man's lower back!
Aella Foley:
Surprise, Cunt!
Harder, she hit him again as if trying to chop down a tree, keeping him stunned, so that even as he took a wild swing at her that would have devastated her? She was able to duck, bringing that shillelagh across his ribs! Big men needed more oxygen, and hammering where it made it hurt to breathe only made her job easier.
Aella Foley:
Faugh a ballagh, you s--
The sounds of security in the distance, Aella was swinging her booted foot into his crotch, forcing the big man to double over, but not before she clobbered him across his temple with that new toy of hers to topple him over. Dirty, vicious, cheap, she had no doubts that she'd pay for it later, but for now?
She just blew the camera a kiss and waggled her fingers before moving off screen!
Aella Foley:
Surprise, Cunt!
Harder, she hit him again as if trying to chop down a tree, keeping him stunned, so that even as he took a wild swing at her that would have devastated her? She was able to duck, bringing that shillelagh across his ribs! Big men needed more oxygen, and hammering where it made it hurt to breathe only made her job easier.
Aella Foley:
Faugh a ballagh, you s--
The sounds of security in the distance, Aella was swinging her booted foot into his crotch, forcing the big man to double over, but not before she clobbered him across his temple with that new toy of hers to topple him over. Dirty, vicious, cheap, she had no doubts that she'd pay for it later, but for now?
She just blew the camera a kiss and waggled her fingers before moving off screen!
Singles Match
Alan Envy VS Chris Constantine JuniorWith his bodyguard out of the equation, CCJ looked a bit nervous. Well aware of the unquestioned talent of his opponent, and realizing that Aella Foley was still in the building, unlikely alone, Chris looked more concerned on what was going on outside rather than inside the ring. And he paid for it as Alan immediately went for a haymaker. The Lonestar sent Constantine against the ropes and knocked him down with a picture perfect dropkick. There was no love lost between the two, and Envy showed no mercy when Constantine, on his knees, begged Alan to spare him. It was obviously a trick, one Chris had used in the past and that, pretty sure, Envy had scouted. All that Chris got was a kick to the face from the Texan who tried to put him away early only obtaining a two count. The NVR Rise Champion took control of the match when Envy missed a corner splash, giving him the opening he needed. Chris hit the opponent with a vicious running knee to the spine. He then quickly rolled him up and grabbed a handful of thights, a detail that the referee didn't miss. He stopped the count and warned Chris, who tried to play innocent saying he didn't do anything. Alan shut him up with a right hand to the cheek, immediately lifting COnstantine and dropping him frontally with a gordbuster. Kneeling in front of his opponent, Alan applied a front facelock, making it hard for him to breath and adding salt to the wound driving his knee to his head a few times. He then dragged him up, Chris broke free and pushed him away, kicking him in the stomach as he charged back in and putting his head between his legs, calling for the American Strong Piledriver. Instead,he was the one ending up laying flat on his back after a back body drop from Envy. Alan's chops left bruises on Constantine's chest, but that was the lesser of his worries now. Envy whipped him against the ropes and waited for him to rebound back, nailing him with a pop up death valley driver. Somehow Chris kicked out, but he didn't seem to have enough gas left in his tank to turn this match back in his favor. Luckily for him, he can always count on Olivia to provide a distraction or, in this case, to get involved in the match, grabbing Alan's ankle when he was going to kick her husband in the stomach and set him up for the Envious Demise. The referee had enough of Constantine's cheating ways and acted accordingly, sending the feisty manager off. This still worked in Chris favor, giving him enough time to recuperate and drop him neck first on his shoulder with a neckbreaker. Seizing the moment, he picked him up and kept working on his neck wrenching it and inflicting more damage with a series of neckbreakers. When he was about to go for the American Strong Piledriver, Cass Baumer ran down the ring and slid under the bottom rope. Chris let Alan go and turned his attention on the former journalist, who hit him with a kick to the stomach and a Fact Check, leaving the ring right after, before Envy could catch her. She might have awarded the win to Constantine, but the satisfaction of dropping him down was priceless. WINNER: Chris Constantine Junior BY: DQ (Outside Interference), 11:20 |
We return from a break and we get a live shot of the crowd. There is that moment of confusion as there isn’t a match going on but the dimming of the lights creates interest in the crowd where this is going. Then a beginning guitar riff that is ominous in tone before it picks up and transitions into ‘Psychosocial’ and the boo birds are loud and proud for the Morgantown native as soon as they recognize that tune.
Bea Torres:
He said he’d come out here earlier and explain why he picked Tiff. I guess that time is now. Seth Iser is here. I just can’t fully get used to his presence. It’s hard to explain unless you’ve been in the building yourself.
Jared Idol:
He commands a room. He’s a rare presence in the industry filled with youth. Many people probably don’t like him but he’s never cared for that but you do have to respect him.
And after a couple of moments with that tune out coming through the curtain isn’t just Seth Iser but his long time friend and manager Vincent Moretti still on crutches. The silver fox hobbles along dressed nicely in a black and silver suit but Seth Iser’s attire doesn’t win him anymore friends. He’s got a sleeveless hoodie on but he’s also wearing the wrestling tights for tonight and it has all of the flags of every country he’s ever wrestled in but a giant red X over the Canadian flag. The boos are even louder as the duo methodically walk down toward the ring.
Bea Torres:
Listen to how hostile this crowd is.
Jared Idol:
Seth has a long history of clashing with Toronto native wrestlers earlier in his career and Canadian fans have a LONG memory…
Iser assists Moretti into the ring before entering it himself surrounded by hostile waters. Vincent has a microphone in his jacket and Seth gestures for one of his own while wanting the music to be cut. The fans aren’t giving him much of a chance to speak initially because the boos turn into a loud ‘Asshole’ chant that doesn’t go over too well with the sponsors. Moretti decides to give it a try first.
Vincent Moretti:
Let me do---
The chant and the boos are too loud for Vincent right now to speak! And you can see Moretti’s confident face turn into a scowl and Seth’s not impressed either.
Vincent Moretti:
Let me do y---
Still nothing as the boos are too intense for Vincent to talk and this time it’s Seth who decides his crack.
Seth Iser:
We are the ones with the microphone AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ANYTHING WE HAVE TO SAY!
There’s an even louder chorus of boos but at least Seth was able to get out a sentence from the hostile crowd and it’s enough to get them to get it out of their system. Vincent then has a coy smirk on his face.
Vincent Moretti:
Now let me do you a favor Toronto and introduce something to you that you haven’t seen in several years...a champion!
That sentence doesn’t win him any friends and gets the boo birds going again.
Vincent Moretti:
Now now...don’t take it out on us just because your sports teams have had a history this century of choking in the big moments...but have faith, I did bet on Toronto to win game one. I bet a buck...just the problem is Kyle couldn’t score because the Raptors that night just suck!
Vincent scowls and pouts at revealing he lost a dollar bet and the fans do not take this dig at their sports team very well. After the boos end, there’s a loud ‘WE THE NORTH!’ chant. Seth ends up covering Moretti’s ears as he doesn’t appreciate the chant. Vincent just feels emboldened by the dig though.
Vincent Moretti:
It’s more like ‘We the first or second round playoff exit” because the story of your existence is good but not good enough…
Another dig at the sports teams doesn’t win him more friends but he continues.
Vincent Moretti:
Then you drink inferior Canadian beer! And repeat the cycle all over again...but don’t worry, let me do you a favor indeed and show you someone who could break that cycle! He’s one of the game’s greatest minds and you know him quite well with how you were...reacting negatively...this is FGA’s Pride Champion and one half of your main event this evening...Seth Iser!
Vincent beams at the introduction as Seth uncovers Vincent’s ears finally but that intro ends up giving him a loud boovation and while Seth isn’t wearing the pride title, there’s an enormous amount of pride in how he carries himself.
Seth Iser:
Now if we’re done with you fans thinking you’re the show...how about we get to business?
There’s more of a smattering of boos for that statement rather than the outright pour of hatred for him as it seems the audience is finally settling down.
Seth Iser:
There’s probably a question in a certain young lady’s mind right now that’s permeating in her brain right now. With Spider and Megan Rydell already deep in pursuit of this kid...why oh why did I name Tiffany Tompkins as my opponent to face in the middle of the ring when I could’ve named anybody I wanted in the company and it would’ve been arranged. Out of all those names...I picked you. I could say the vanity reason and say I’m a collector of championships and contracted talent or not a win over you would put me in position to win more gold...but there’s a much deeper reason than that young lady.
Seth then pauses for a moment letting everything soak in and Vincent has that smirk etched on his face.
Seth Iser:
Denver, Colorado...January twenty-third of this year. You remember that day? I’m sure many of you do. The main event of that show was Kelsey Spencer…
Seth pauses for a moment and the cheers are loud and proud for the Australian born grappler and you can even see a small smirk of pride come in before that vanishes quickly.
Seth Iser:
She challenged Tiffany and it was a Cloud Gate Title match between the two. Even if I was knee deep in preparations with Shawn Fox I made sure to watch that match vividly and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Kelsey Spencer might be the hungriest wrestler on the planet. And she has a drive that rivals mine even if it takes another form. She thrives and looks for challenges and will wrestle anyone if it means diversifying what she got. And this young talented kid came in...matched Kelsey’s hunger with her own hunger and they launched into sixteen minutes of war and after the sixteen minutes were up...to my surprise, Tiffany Tompkins successfully defended her championship beating one of the most underrated wrestlers on the planet clean in the middle. When I saw that...I thought to myself that I might need to keep an eye on this kid because that result popped out in a huge way. I heard of her before this and the great year she was having...that match result made me want to pay closer attention.
Seth then pauses a moment and lets the Toronto audience that he doesn’t like cheer this revelation as they have great respect and like for both of these young grapplers.
Seth Iser:
What you might not know...a couple days later they had a rematch. And it was Kelsey’s championship in this other organization on the line. Once again they tore into each other with a hunger and desire you rarely see in the industry and this time it was Kelsey defending her championship with a victory of her own evening that score...and as impressive as it was for Kelsey to reverse course and find a way to beat her, I saw these two were dead equal. She was Kelsey’s peer at 18 years old in terms of what she could do.
Seth’s eyes close briefly as he thinks about it and Vincent just seems intent on letting Seth go and continue to speak.
Seth Iser:
Then I was informed of Dark Web...and Moretti losing a bet to the young intern.
Vincent frowns briefly at this and Seth opens his eyes and there’s a look of seriousness.
Seth Iser:
Megan Rydell tore into you verbally and brought a mental attack. I wondered how you’d respond.
Vincent Moretti:
She responded by making sure I owed Nina a drink…
Vincent cuts in and that gets cheers from the audience and Moretti just shakes his head at that and Iser doesn’t have any response to it visibly.
Seth Iser:
While she defeated Megan soundly...she faltered against The Misery before that. While you won out in the end, some of what was said got through. It affected you. The way you’re talking...it still does. And that’s where I want to pose a question to Three Belt Tiff...and this has nothing to do with your family. That’s your business. What I want to pose is a question...involving this squared circle. Because between wrestlers that's what matters here.
Seth points here and there are fans chanting ‘Five Foot Death Kick’ and Seth just scowls down at the audience chanting that...not too impressed with the interruption.
Seth Iser:
You can have that nickname. Go on. Take it. Three Belt Tiff. Cannonball. Death Machine Go ahead and take those nicknames too. But I still have a question that’s more important than any nice name you can print on a t-shirt. Is your greatest talent in this ring...that determination and drive you mention. Or is it being a Wrestling Xerox Machine where you soak in what everyone else does...while you are not your own wrestler...your own champion?
There’s a large gasp when Seth asks that question and Vincent raises his eyebrows.
Seth Iser:
Are those championships yours or do they belong to the people you learned from?
Seth presses further and the fans do not like this line of questioning as they begin a loud barrage of ‘Iser sucks’ chants once again and this time Seth is just going to fire another shot to shut that down.
Seth Iser:
None of you people in this building are wrestlers! You don’t understand what goes on between wrestlers in this ring and I demand your silence on this matter, NOW! The actual professionals want to bring up something important.
That condescending line generates more dislike and vitriol from the audience and it’s near a fever pitch. He’s already not liked to begin with...but he’s not helping matters. If anything, he’s fueling the fire and he stands there almost relishing in it.
Seth Iser:
You struggling at all with that thought in your brain? Because I want to know the answer to that question myself tonight. We can say whatever we want on this microphone...but the ring is where it matters the most and nobody can lie there. And you know better than anyone right now...you need to wrestle a perfect mental match to beat me. Even that might not be enough...but fair warning young Tompkins...if you are struggling with any of those thoughts…if your mind is clouded and you make the slightest little mistake against me.
Seth pauses for a moment and you can see his face twist into something dark.
Seth Iser:
You won’t have to worry about Spider or Megan Rydell emancipating that title from you. I’ll do it for you. Because while tonight might be non title...a victory for me and I’m in position to take the Cloud Gate Title away from you. Your worries multiply further...and that gold would look damn good around my waist to compliment the array of championships I’ve amassed over my career. And that title is more than worth taking as is because of this aura you’ve created for yourself…
And Seth pauses as one of his more selfish motives is obviously revealed and Vincent, despite having the crutches is clapping at his client’s declaration.
Seth Iser:
I’ll be the one emancipating that championship from you to show you what you still have to learn in this industry...and about yourself.
Vincent then cuts in with a devious smirk and hostile intent.
Vincent Moretti:
Hell, he’ll own all the championships just like LeBron James owns this miserable city in the game of basketball!
This remark gets HUGE boos from the crowd and Seth is even smirking from this remark. Once they see that, the crowd goes all in with the vulgar ‘F*** YOU ISER’ chant and Seth just revels in it with a sinister smirk etched on his face.
Seth Iser:
And the worst part for you Tiff, just like that piece of garbage Mike Park all those years ago in this damn town or any of the other greats in this damned city. Hell, even for these people here that are so heavily in your corner now...there won’t be a damn thing any of you can do about it...tick tock Tiffany. I’m the next Cloud Gate Champion...and I predict your mind will be too clouded to do a damn thing about it.
Seth just gestures around his waist in the mandatory ‘I want the championship’ motion as his music starts to play and the devious duo start to make their exit and the fans are booing and some of them over the front row.
Bea Torres:
Wait...he wants the Cloud Gate Championship too!?
Jared Idol:
Oh my God...If Tiffany wasn’t in trouble before with Spider and Megan already after her on some level...she is now!
Bea Torres:
He said he’d come out here earlier and explain why he picked Tiff. I guess that time is now. Seth Iser is here. I just can’t fully get used to his presence. It’s hard to explain unless you’ve been in the building yourself.
Jared Idol:
He commands a room. He’s a rare presence in the industry filled with youth. Many people probably don’t like him but he’s never cared for that but you do have to respect him.
And after a couple of moments with that tune out coming through the curtain isn’t just Seth Iser but his long time friend and manager Vincent Moretti still on crutches. The silver fox hobbles along dressed nicely in a black and silver suit but Seth Iser’s attire doesn’t win him anymore friends. He’s got a sleeveless hoodie on but he’s also wearing the wrestling tights for tonight and it has all of the flags of every country he’s ever wrestled in but a giant red X over the Canadian flag. The boos are even louder as the duo methodically walk down toward the ring.
Bea Torres:
Listen to how hostile this crowd is.
Jared Idol:
Seth has a long history of clashing with Toronto native wrestlers earlier in his career and Canadian fans have a LONG memory…
Iser assists Moretti into the ring before entering it himself surrounded by hostile waters. Vincent has a microphone in his jacket and Seth gestures for one of his own while wanting the music to be cut. The fans aren’t giving him much of a chance to speak initially because the boos turn into a loud ‘Asshole’ chant that doesn’t go over too well with the sponsors. Moretti decides to give it a try first.
Vincent Moretti:
Let me do---
The chant and the boos are too loud for Vincent right now to speak! And you can see Moretti’s confident face turn into a scowl and Seth’s not impressed either.
Vincent Moretti:
Let me do y---
Still nothing as the boos are too intense for Vincent to talk and this time it’s Seth who decides his crack.
Seth Iser:
We are the ones with the microphone AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ANYTHING WE HAVE TO SAY!
There’s an even louder chorus of boos but at least Seth was able to get out a sentence from the hostile crowd and it’s enough to get them to get it out of their system. Vincent then has a coy smirk on his face.
Vincent Moretti:
Now let me do you a favor Toronto and introduce something to you that you haven’t seen in several years...a champion!
That sentence doesn’t win him any friends and gets the boo birds going again.
Vincent Moretti:
Now now...don’t take it out on us just because your sports teams have had a history this century of choking in the big moments...but have faith, I did bet on Toronto to win game one. I bet a buck...just the problem is Kyle couldn’t score because the Raptors that night just suck!
Vincent scowls and pouts at revealing he lost a dollar bet and the fans do not take this dig at their sports team very well. After the boos end, there’s a loud ‘WE THE NORTH!’ chant. Seth ends up covering Moretti’s ears as he doesn’t appreciate the chant. Vincent just feels emboldened by the dig though.
Vincent Moretti:
It’s more like ‘We the first or second round playoff exit” because the story of your existence is good but not good enough…
Another dig at the sports teams doesn’t win him more friends but he continues.
Vincent Moretti:
Then you drink inferior Canadian beer! And repeat the cycle all over again...but don’t worry, let me do you a favor indeed and show you someone who could break that cycle! He’s one of the game’s greatest minds and you know him quite well with how you were...reacting negatively...this is FGA’s Pride Champion and one half of your main event this evening...Seth Iser!
Vincent beams at the introduction as Seth uncovers Vincent’s ears finally but that intro ends up giving him a loud boovation and while Seth isn’t wearing the pride title, there’s an enormous amount of pride in how he carries himself.
Seth Iser:
Now if we’re done with you fans thinking you’re the show...how about we get to business?
There’s more of a smattering of boos for that statement rather than the outright pour of hatred for him as it seems the audience is finally settling down.
Seth Iser:
There’s probably a question in a certain young lady’s mind right now that’s permeating in her brain right now. With Spider and Megan Rydell already deep in pursuit of this kid...why oh why did I name Tiffany Tompkins as my opponent to face in the middle of the ring when I could’ve named anybody I wanted in the company and it would’ve been arranged. Out of all those names...I picked you. I could say the vanity reason and say I’m a collector of championships and contracted talent or not a win over you would put me in position to win more gold...but there’s a much deeper reason than that young lady.
Seth then pauses for a moment letting everything soak in and Vincent has that smirk etched on his face.
Seth Iser:
Denver, Colorado...January twenty-third of this year. You remember that day? I’m sure many of you do. The main event of that show was Kelsey Spencer…
Seth pauses for a moment and the cheers are loud and proud for the Australian born grappler and you can even see a small smirk of pride come in before that vanishes quickly.
Seth Iser:
She challenged Tiffany and it was a Cloud Gate Title match between the two. Even if I was knee deep in preparations with Shawn Fox I made sure to watch that match vividly and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Kelsey Spencer might be the hungriest wrestler on the planet. And she has a drive that rivals mine even if it takes another form. She thrives and looks for challenges and will wrestle anyone if it means diversifying what she got. And this young talented kid came in...matched Kelsey’s hunger with her own hunger and they launched into sixteen minutes of war and after the sixteen minutes were up...to my surprise, Tiffany Tompkins successfully defended her championship beating one of the most underrated wrestlers on the planet clean in the middle. When I saw that...I thought to myself that I might need to keep an eye on this kid because that result popped out in a huge way. I heard of her before this and the great year she was having...that match result made me want to pay closer attention.
Seth then pauses a moment and lets the Toronto audience that he doesn’t like cheer this revelation as they have great respect and like for both of these young grapplers.
Seth Iser:
What you might not know...a couple days later they had a rematch. And it was Kelsey’s championship in this other organization on the line. Once again they tore into each other with a hunger and desire you rarely see in the industry and this time it was Kelsey defending her championship with a victory of her own evening that score...and as impressive as it was for Kelsey to reverse course and find a way to beat her, I saw these two were dead equal. She was Kelsey’s peer at 18 years old in terms of what she could do.
Seth’s eyes close briefly as he thinks about it and Vincent just seems intent on letting Seth go and continue to speak.
Seth Iser:
Then I was informed of Dark Web...and Moretti losing a bet to the young intern.
Vincent frowns briefly at this and Seth opens his eyes and there’s a look of seriousness.
Seth Iser:
Megan Rydell tore into you verbally and brought a mental attack. I wondered how you’d respond.
Vincent Moretti:
She responded by making sure I owed Nina a drink…
Vincent cuts in and that gets cheers from the audience and Moretti just shakes his head at that and Iser doesn’t have any response to it visibly.
Seth Iser:
While she defeated Megan soundly...she faltered against The Misery before that. While you won out in the end, some of what was said got through. It affected you. The way you’re talking...it still does. And that’s where I want to pose a question to Three Belt Tiff...and this has nothing to do with your family. That’s your business. What I want to pose is a question...involving this squared circle. Because between wrestlers that's what matters here.
Seth points here and there are fans chanting ‘Five Foot Death Kick’ and Seth just scowls down at the audience chanting that...not too impressed with the interruption.
Seth Iser:
You can have that nickname. Go on. Take it. Three Belt Tiff. Cannonball. Death Machine Go ahead and take those nicknames too. But I still have a question that’s more important than any nice name you can print on a t-shirt. Is your greatest talent in this ring...that determination and drive you mention. Or is it being a Wrestling Xerox Machine where you soak in what everyone else does...while you are not your own wrestler...your own champion?
There’s a large gasp when Seth asks that question and Vincent raises his eyebrows.
Seth Iser:
Are those championships yours or do they belong to the people you learned from?
Seth presses further and the fans do not like this line of questioning as they begin a loud barrage of ‘Iser sucks’ chants once again and this time Seth is just going to fire another shot to shut that down.
Seth Iser:
None of you people in this building are wrestlers! You don’t understand what goes on between wrestlers in this ring and I demand your silence on this matter, NOW! The actual professionals want to bring up something important.
That condescending line generates more dislike and vitriol from the audience and it’s near a fever pitch. He’s already not liked to begin with...but he’s not helping matters. If anything, he’s fueling the fire and he stands there almost relishing in it.
Seth Iser:
You struggling at all with that thought in your brain? Because I want to know the answer to that question myself tonight. We can say whatever we want on this microphone...but the ring is where it matters the most and nobody can lie there. And you know better than anyone right now...you need to wrestle a perfect mental match to beat me. Even that might not be enough...but fair warning young Tompkins...if you are struggling with any of those thoughts…if your mind is clouded and you make the slightest little mistake against me.
Seth pauses for a moment and you can see his face twist into something dark.
Seth Iser:
You won’t have to worry about Spider or Megan Rydell emancipating that title from you. I’ll do it for you. Because while tonight might be non title...a victory for me and I’m in position to take the Cloud Gate Title away from you. Your worries multiply further...and that gold would look damn good around my waist to compliment the array of championships I’ve amassed over my career. And that title is more than worth taking as is because of this aura you’ve created for yourself…
And Seth pauses as one of his more selfish motives is obviously revealed and Vincent, despite having the crutches is clapping at his client’s declaration.
Seth Iser:
I’ll be the one emancipating that championship from you to show you what you still have to learn in this industry...and about yourself.
Vincent then cuts in with a devious smirk and hostile intent.
Vincent Moretti:
Hell, he’ll own all the championships just like LeBron James owns this miserable city in the game of basketball!
This remark gets HUGE boos from the crowd and Seth is even smirking from this remark. Once they see that, the crowd goes all in with the vulgar ‘F*** YOU ISER’ chant and Seth just revels in it with a sinister smirk etched on his face.
Seth Iser:
And the worst part for you Tiff, just like that piece of garbage Mike Park all those years ago in this damn town or any of the other greats in this damned city. Hell, even for these people here that are so heavily in your corner now...there won’t be a damn thing any of you can do about it...tick tock Tiffany. I’m the next Cloud Gate Champion...and I predict your mind will be too clouded to do a damn thing about it.
Seth just gestures around his waist in the mandatory ‘I want the championship’ motion as his music starts to play and the devious duo start to make their exit and the fans are booing and some of them over the front row.
Bea Torres:
Wait...he wants the Cloud Gate Championship too!?
Jared Idol:
Oh my God...If Tiffany wasn’t in trouble before with Spider and Megan already after her on some level...she is now!
Singles Match
Megan Rydell VS SpiderHard to say which one of these two competitors wanted this match more. Megan, who feels like Spider is trying to steal her rightful chance at the Cloud Gate Championship or Spider, who saw Rydell costing her her debut against Tiffany Tompkins. One thing for sure. Both women had set their eyes on the title they both held previously, and that had been wrapped around Tiff’s waist for 98 days now. And even if it wasn’t official, the implications coming with this match can be easily understood by both the competitors and the fans. With stakes so high, it wasn’t an ideal situation for Megan to walk into it one day after the cage match against Warren Corbett in Portland Pro, and that nasty fall from the top of the cage through a table that gave her the win. Despite the injured arm and contrary to the doctor’s advice, she signed waivers to get into the ring tonight. A brave, probably stupid move. And something Spider was definitely going to take advantage of. And before you know it, Spider grabbed that arm and twisted it. Meg’s face instantly turned into a look of pain, a scream leaving her lips as the red haired yanked it. Spider applied a hammerlock, putting more pressure on the injured limb. Rydell escaped it with an elbow to the jaw, turning around with a kick to the stomach that doubled the opponent over and rolled her up for a surprise pinfall attempt, easily escaped by Spider. Megan was massaging her injured shoulder when Jones charged in and hit her with a dropkick, sending the young Rydell against the corner. There, Robyn hit her with a jumping knee, making the cover for a two count. Megan was trying to turn around what started to look like a one way match, relying only on her striking ability, mostly kicks on the ribs. Robyn blocked one of those kicks and caught her foot, Meg was quickly to hit her with an enziguri. The former Empire Cloud Gate Champion was starting to get up when Meg went for a superkick, knocking her down once again. The tattooed woman kicked out and checked her lips while Megan, still rubbing her shoulder, went to pick her up. Robyn punched her in the stomach, twice, before dropping her down with a neckbreaker. Even with only one functioning arm, Rydell quickly pulled herself up, receiving a kick to the stomach followed by an arm ddt from her opponent, who tried to apply an armbar. Being so close to the ropes, it was a child’s play for Meg to reach them and break the submission even before it was fully locked in. Imagine Spider’s surprise when, after targeting the opponent’s right arm and shoulder she allegedly injured in her match for PPW, Megan rocked her with a vicious discus elbow smash with that same arm. Getting up, she glanced at her opponent with a look of surprise on her face. Megan shrugged her shoulders, and Spider’s expression suddenly shifted to an angered expression, accompanied by some colorful adjectives directed at the young Rydell. Jones charged and jumped on her with a Lou Thesz Press, raining down right hands to her face. Megan was able to roll over and mount on top of her opponent, returning the courtesy. From a grounded position, Spider clocked the opponent with a stiff punch to the jaw, breaking up her flurry of offense. Without wasting a moment, she popped up to her feet and sent Meg flying across the ring with a headscissors takedown, followed by a roundhouse kick. The pace of the match picked up in the final part, both competitors pulling out the heavy artillery to try put the other down. Spider almost accomplished it with a snap ddt, Megan got real close to the three with her Mega Kick (Running Single Leg Dropkick to the face). She was now stalking her opponent, waiting for her to stand up to go, probably, for her Beautiful Disaster. And that was when the crowd suddenly started cheering, Tobie Nox Thorne jumped the barrier, grabbing the attention of Meg Rydell, as Tobie hopped the apron, Meg looked to swing for her. But Tobie grabbed Meg’s arm and ran two steps along the apron before she launched off, keeping hold of Meg’s wrist! As Tobie hit the floor feet first, she released, but it’s too late and Meg’s shoulder had been torqued over the top rope and as Meg tried to stumble back, the fake injury appears a little more real. The official called for the bell, throwing the match out and for a moment, Spider just stood in the ring, Tobie was quick to roll up into the apron though and as Meg stumbled back towards her, Tobie grabbed her by the back of the head and hand tied up in her hair, Tobie charged the corner and slammed Meg face first into the turnbuckle, she followed this up with a quick leap over the top rope, landing on Meg’s shoulders with a standing hurricanrana that crashed Meg across the ring. Tobie stomped down on Meg’s shoulder, keeping her boot on it she twisted as she asked Spider to leave. They don’t have an issue and this is personal Tobie explained. After a moment’s thought, Spider left the ring before Tobie pirouetted on pointe, her boot driving into the shoulder of Meg and causing her to cry out in pain. When she completed her turn, Tobie brought her boot slamming down and stopped just close enough to touch the end of Meg’s nose. “Now who is the bitch?” Tobie spat the words down before pulling Meg up into a seated position and hauling off with a punt kick to the already hurting shoulder of Rydell. Before security could reach the ring, Tobie then rolled out and held her hands up in the air, heading up the ramp with a satisfied smile on her face. WINNERW Megan Rydell BY: DQ (Outside Interference), 12:46 |
Kymmy Oliver is walking backstage when suddenly out of nowhere a masked figure jumps her. Dressed all in black and their face covered, the attacker crashes Kymmy into the wall before taking the boots to her, Kymmy tries to fight back but the assailant pulls a taser from their boot and with a quick, hard jab to the ribs, they let rip with the taser and Kymmy jolts before she’s out, the assailant then kicks Kymmy into the ribs several more times before disappearing down the hall.
Singles Match
Tiffany Tompkins VS Seth IserThe biggest challenge so far for the Cloud Gate Champion in her young career. And not only in terms of size, with Iser towering over her from his 6’5 of eight, and with over 120 lbs of weight advantage. Making his debut seventeen years ago, when his opponent was two years old, Seth literally saw it all in his long career but, out of all the challenges he could pick in Millennium, he choose the young Cloud Gate Champion, wanting to try first hand what the buzz surrounding one of the fastest rising stars in the industry was all about. Tiffany, probably sparked by his vitriolic words, had a particularly aggressive start with a flurry of shoot kicks to the left leg of Iser, proof that the nineteen years old did her homework and knew about the history of injuries the Deity Of Destruction suffered on that knee throughout his long career. Seth should have expected it to become a target, and he most likely did. What he wasn’t expecting was this fire in the young champion, and it took him a while to take measures and find a way to contain her assault. He did so by grabbing her leg and taking her to the mat with a dragon screw. The Cloud Gate Champion jumped right back on her feet and charged at Seth, hitting him with a stiff forearm to the jaw. Seth was now against the ropes, but he got no break from Tiff, who kept hitting him with quick kicks to the chest until the referee separated the two contenders. When Iser stepped away from them to the center of the ring, Tompkins hit the ropes and aimed once again at the left knee with a low dropkick, following up with a snap ddt and making the cover. Seth kicked out with authority and started pulling himself up. The Cloud Gate Champion didn’t let him, connecting with a single leg dropkick to the side of the head. Once again the champ makes the cover, hooking the leg but only getting another near fall. Not slowing down at all, the nineteen years old kept putting pressure on the veteran who, despite being known as one of the best counter and defensive wrestler in this industry, didn’t seem to be intentioned on blocking her offense, almost as if he was accepting to take some punishment to wear her out. And strike when the opportunity arise, like it did around the fifth minute when Tiffany slowed down a little bit and he turned her inside out with one of his devastating lariats. One of the things that make Seth so dangerous is his ability to constantly evolving and add new moves to his repertoire, still heavily relying on strikes and power moves but now with an added flair for submission, as the match against Shawn Fox at Deep In The Heart testified. Knowing this would throw Tompkins off her game being something she wasn’t expecting from the grizzled veteran. Obviously, he targeted the right leg to take away the most dangerous move in her arsenal, the Death Kick. Knee drops and stomps on the blonde’s right knee, grabbing her foot and twisting, putting pressure on the joints. Still holding her by the ankle, he lifted her leg and kicked her on the back of the thigh a few times, before applying a figure four leglock. No way Tiff could drag herself and an opponent twice her weight across the ring to reach the ropes. Smartly she didn’t even try to, saving the energy. Fighting through the pain, the Cloud Gate Champion started thinking about an alternative way to break out of the submission. Punching Seth’s left knee seemed like a good idea, and it worked just fine, forcing the big man to break the hold. Going back to his roots, Seth started throwing a series of stiff punches, some of them earning him a warning from the official who saw him using a closed fist. But Iser knew exactly what he was doing, and bending some rules was nothing new to him. Grabbing her arm, he sent her against the ropes with an Irish whip, bending forward and tossing her over his head with a ridiculously high back body drop. The time spent in the air must have felt like an eternity for the young Champion, and it came to an end in the worst possible way, flat on her back when she hit the canvas with a loud thud. Soon, Seth was on top of her with a lateral press, but the highest back body drop she ever fell victim of still wasn’t enough to put Tiffany away. Seth picked her up, getting back to work. Three quick jabs and a discus clothesline later Tiffany was once again laying on the mat. Using the ropes, she pulled herself back up, kicking the opponent’s leg to keep him away. It didn’t stop Iser who relentlessly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her closer. The Five Foot Deathmachine fought back with some punches to the ribcage, enough to make Seth lose his grasp. Jumping and extending her legs, she hit him with a standing dropkick that only sent him recoiling a few steps back, but still standing. Tompkins then charged at him, running right into the Icebreaker (Irish Curse Backbreaker) by the veteran who, you can bet, once again sucked the younger opponent in. This seemed to be the plot of the match now, with Seth being in control and Tiffany trying to turn the tides. Every time she started to build momentum, Seth was found a counter and took back control. Tired and frustrated, the young champion was eventually able to drop Seth on his head with a swinging DDT. In a desperate attempt to finally turn things in her favor, she went for a move she rarely used, hoping that a new trick would catch Iser unprepared. From the middle rope she jumped with a crossbody, getting caught in mid air by the big man who lifted her over his shoulder and, with a running powerslam, crushed her to the mat. He then made another pinfall attempt, smiling when she kicked out, admiring her tenacity. Much like what happened in her match at Dark Web, right when it seemed like she was done, Tiffany found one last burst of energy to make a comeback. Putting every ounce of energy left in her strikes, she fought her way out of a suplex attempt with some knees to the stomach, unleashing hell in the form of kicks to a surprised Iser, who soon fell under her strikes. Tiffany finished her sequence with a running big boot. Surprisingly, Iser was right back on his feet, taking a few steps toward Tiffany before flopping face first on the mat. Seth, stunned, dragged himself to the corner, where he sit catching a breath. Tiffany charged and launched herself against him with a cannonball. The Toronto fans, who already despised Seth, was now on fire for Tiffany, as she was unloading a flurry of strikes to the cornered opponent. Iser grabbed her by the back of the head, but it didn’t stop Tiff who was now hitting him on the ribs. The referee had to step in to call the rope break, trying to put himself between the two. And that’s when the veteran pulled one of his tricks, clocking the Cloud Gate Champion with a big right punch to the jaw. A closed fist that knocked Tiffany out. Having missed it, the referee could only guess what happened and address Seth who, after checking his lips and establish there was no blood loss, shrugged his shoulders, denying having done anything wrong and making the cover, with Tiffany raising her shoulder just in the nick of time. This match alone was worth the admission, perfect culmination of a wonderful night of wrestling. Past the fifteen minutes mark, the two competitors were still going at it, hitting each other with their hardest shots. Iser tried to put her away with a Pendulum Backbreaker, Tiffany gave further proof of her resilience by, once again, raising her shoulder. When Seth went to pick her up, she surprised him with a small package, almost stealing the win and, as soon as Iser kicked out, she hit him with a knee to the face. Smiling up at the fans chanting her name, she took a few steps back, measuring the distance and getting ready to hit her Death Kick… And connecting! A huge roar resounded in the arena as she dropped into a cover, with the fans counting alongside the referee. One, Two.. The three died in their throats, as the veteran leaned his foot on the ropes, showing great ring awareness. Tiffany was desperate, realizing that, if only she connected it in the middle of the ring, she would have scored a huge win. Helping himself with the ropes, Seth saw Tiffany approaching out of the corner of his eye and hit her with an elbow, stunning her long enough for him to lift her and drop her on the top rope with a stun gun, immediately applying a front facelock for the Deprivation DDT. Tiffany was able to escape and hit him with a right hand. Iser answered with one of his own, followed by one from the Cloud Gate Champion. Seth swung for another punch, this one ducked by Tompkins who hit another quick jab. And another one, rocking the veteran. Just when it seemed like she was building momentum, Seth went for the eye, breaking her offense. The referee once again warned him, but he wasn’t listening, focused on capitalizing on the opportunity with a kick to the stomach and a swift Deprivation DDT, covering the young Cloud Gate Champion for the three count, under a shower of boos from the Toronto crowd. WINNER: Seth Iser BY: Pinfalll (Deprivation DDT), 20:28 |