Post by gvb on Apr 26, 2019 4:55:30 GMT -6
The Great White North Tour
Millennium XXXV
Live from Bells MTS Place in Winnipeg, MB
Wednesday, April 24th, 2019
The Bells MTS Place in Winnipeg is filled to capacity. Seventeen Thousand people already on their feet in anticipation for what promises to be a great night of wrestling. The official theme song of Millennium "When Legends Rise" by Godsmack blares out of the PA system, as always followed by the usual display of pyrotechnics exploding on the stage... Or not? Something's off, tonight, the pyros don't go off when they are supposed to. And before the fans can even realize it, a high pitched screech cuts through the music and all the lights go out at the same moment, leaving the Arena completely plunged in darkness.
Suddenly the titantron comes to light, and if there was still any doubt about what's going on, it quickly fades as a skull logo, followed by some ominous word appear on the screen.
People focus far too much on the fact that I shift persona--when obviously the threat is the digital warfare of which I can exact upon #MillW or the likes of whatever/in/my/ability. In a society where we are so linked to the world-wide-web--being a digital spy is such a sought after skill. Everyone wants a way to see something they shouldn’t. Information to which /they/ feel entitled.
I can get them that--usually. I’m not exactly sneaking launch codes out for mother russia. It seems unnecessary to point that out, but I know exactly how comprehension varies from
person to person in this audience. You interpret things a weirdly bizarre manner of ways to which I find quite perplexing.
I find effective methods of communication to be visually and auditorily stimulating as text can be off putting. The average american only reads on an eighth grade level and that was circa information I have from 2004. Imagine that skill with today’s #FOMO attention span. What is starting now is a revolution. A new beginning.
The rapture. I am big brother, and I am watching you. At any time, any place, anywhere--I am watching. #AllYourBaseAreBelongToKnox.
Consider me the oracle--the on looker--the one always in the shadow like a rogue of cyber space. Ever ready to peek the Millennium camera feed to wherever in the building I like--whatever broadcast I want to air, will air.
-sincerely yours
Kn0x
Jared Idol:
Well, this is a unique way to start the show...
Bea Torres:
You think he's bluffing? He can't really mean it...
Jared Idol:
Well, we all saw what he's capable of.. I do believe his threats should be taken seriously.
Bea Torres:
Ugh...
Suddenly the titantron comes to light, and if there was still any doubt about what's going on, it quickly fades as a skull logo, followed by some ominous word appear on the screen.
People focus far too much on the fact that I shift persona--when obviously the threat is the digital warfare of which I can exact upon #MillW or the likes of whatever/in/my/ability. In a society where we are so linked to the world-wide-web--being a digital spy is such a sought after skill. Everyone wants a way to see something they shouldn’t. Information to which /they/ feel entitled.
I can get them that--usually. I’m not exactly sneaking launch codes out for mother russia. It seems unnecessary to point that out, but I know exactly how comprehension varies from
person to person in this audience. You interpret things a weirdly bizarre manner of ways to which I find quite perplexing.
I find effective methods of communication to be visually and auditorily stimulating as text can be off putting. The average american only reads on an eighth grade level and that was circa information I have from 2004. Imagine that skill with today’s #FOMO attention span. What is starting now is a revolution. A new beginning.
The rapture. I am big brother, and I am watching you. At any time, any place, anywhere--I am watching. #AllYourBaseAreBelongToKnox.
Consider me the oracle--the on looker--the one always in the shadow like a rogue of cyber space. Ever ready to peek the Millennium camera feed to wherever in the building I like--whatever broadcast I want to air, will air.
-sincerely yours
Kn0x
Jared Idol:
Well, this is a unique way to start the show...
Bea Torres:
You think he's bluffing? He can't really mean it...
Jared Idol:
Well, we all saw what he's capable of.. I do believe his threats should be taken seriously.
Bea Torres:
Ugh...
Paper swans and streamers in multitude. Enough of a multitude in enough variety of color to make the humble backstage hall look like the rainbow ambergris of some cosmic whale that regurgitated a crayola truck.Maybe a bit much on that descriptor. Let’s just say Akemi is over the top on applying decor and she pays little mind on gaining permission to do such. The tall woman stands in the middle of this paper kaleidoscope clad in a neon green skirt and bright pink top. Making sure to look like the top runway model for Lisa Frank.
Akemi:
Kemi’s been gone too long. While she took pause, the world kept moving in fast forward even. She don’t know who’s holding the remote, but she is not very happy with them. But kemi is not one to stagnate. No...no She’s delved to far into the cosmic ripple and traversed the edge of the multiverse to acquire all of the skills. ALL OF THEM.
Akemi pauses and looks over to a stuffed bear. The plush has seen better days. Questionable stains. Places where it was re stitched by amateur hands.
Akemi:
YES ALL OF THEM. Just not shuffleboard, because who plays that?
She shouts to the bear, yes the bear that obviously questioned her skills, how dare.
Akemi:
No teddy shall defeat the Ninja Hoss. Kemi gonna steal your poprocks!
Akemi:
Kemi’s been gone too long. While she took pause, the world kept moving in fast forward even. She don’t know who’s holding the remote, but she is not very happy with them. But kemi is not one to stagnate. No...no She’s delved to far into the cosmic ripple and traversed the edge of the multiverse to acquire all of the skills. ALL OF THEM.
Akemi pauses and looks over to a stuffed bear. The plush has seen better days. Questionable stains. Places where it was re stitched by amateur hands.
Akemi:
YES ALL OF THEM. Just not shuffleboard, because who plays that?
She shouts to the bear, yes the bear that obviously questioned her skills, how dare.
Akemi:
No teddy shall defeat the Ninja Hoss. Kemi gonna steal your poprocks!
Singles Match
Akemi Hayashi VS Teddy SteeleAkemi made her debut last week, looking good despite coming up short in that triple threat match that saw Kymmy Oliver stealing the win. The japanese looked determined to pick up her first win tonight against The Black Sexy Teddy who didn’t seem to be taking his opponent too seriously at first. Akemi made him pay for it, starting off strong with a series of forearm shots, pushing Teddy back into the corner and landing a few chops across his chest. She then grabbed his arm and whipped him all the way to the opposite side, hitting him with a jumping elbow.Forcing him on his knees, she kicked him hard on the spine and took a short run, grabbing Teddy’s head while performing a somersault dropping him on his face with a neck snap that only gave her a two count. Teddy was now in control with a simple yet effective style. Straight punches, basic throws and a lot of rest hold to slow the pace of the match down, and limit Akemi’s offense. He even managed to score a near fall after hitting a splash in the corner, setting him up for his finishing maneuver Droppin Da Beat (Diamond Dust Jawbreaker), Akemi stayed in the match by resting her foot on the bottom rope. Teddy picked her up and pushed her once again in the corner, hitting her with some uppercuts. Akemi fought back and landed a few forearm shots of her own, following with a kick to the stomach and dropping him face first on the turnbuckle with the Complete Shot he calls SQUIRT, only getting a two count out of it. Steele was stunned, unable now to avoid or counter Hayashi’s precise and hard hitting strikes. It was only a matter of time before she kicked him in the stomach and nailed him with the Starflower (Twist Of Fate), picking up her first win. WINNER: Akemi Hayashi BY: Pinfall (Starflower), 6:11 |
Jared Idol: "Akemi made quick work out of Teddy tonight."
Bea Torres: "She already looked impressive in her debut last week, having the win stolen right under her nose by Kymmy Oliver. Tonight she just confirmed that she definitely belongs here."
Bea Torres: "She already looked impressive in her debut last week, having the win stolen right under her nose by Kymmy Oliver. Tonight she just confirmed that she definitely belongs here."
The cameras cut to backstage where Jennifer Yang has just arrived at the building. She’s got her hair, now a faded blue, all tied up in a high ponytail and her clothes just a simple white tank and grey yoga pants. Strapped over her shoulder is her black gym bag and frozen on her face is an unreadable expression, her lips a thin line. When she spots the camera, she immediately hesitates and fumbles for her sunglasses that’s hooked on the front of her top. She puts them on and shakes her head.
Jennifer Yang:
Sorry, I’m not in the best position to talk about anything right now.
Cameraman:
Not even about tonight’s match?
She pauses to regard the cameraman before letting out an inaudible sigh.
Jennifer Yang:
Okay, well, Luna’s a great wrestler. She’s been a champ and there’s no denying her skills in the ring. I just hope that she doesn’t use her dirty skills, that’s all. A good clean fight is what I’m after, always have and always will. But if she decides to cheat just to beat me then…
She heaves another sigh that sounds like frustration bubbling inside her. It takes her a moment to answer as if she’s trying to maintain her composure.
Jennifer Yang:
We’ll see. Now please excuse me, I do need to prepare.
Cameraman:
Wait! One more question. Please, just a quick one.
Jennifer frowns but stays, facing the camera again. The cameraman takes it as a permission granted.
Cameraman:
Where do you stand with the whole brand war? This won’t be the first time you’re caught in something like this but what about this time?
Another sigh escapes the wrestler’s lips before she slowly takes off her sunglasses, revealing a very serious look in her eyes. But instead of answering, she just excuses herself again and turns around to leave.
Jennifer Yang:
Sorry, I’m not in the best position to talk about anything right now.
Cameraman:
Not even about tonight’s match?
She pauses to regard the cameraman before letting out an inaudible sigh.
Jennifer Yang:
Okay, well, Luna’s a great wrestler. She’s been a champ and there’s no denying her skills in the ring. I just hope that she doesn’t use her dirty skills, that’s all. A good clean fight is what I’m after, always have and always will. But if she decides to cheat just to beat me then…
She heaves another sigh that sounds like frustration bubbling inside her. It takes her a moment to answer as if she’s trying to maintain her composure.
Jennifer Yang:
We’ll see. Now please excuse me, I do need to prepare.
Cameraman:
Wait! One more question. Please, just a quick one.
Jennifer frowns but stays, facing the camera again. The cameraman takes it as a permission granted.
Cameraman:
Where do you stand with the whole brand war? This won’t be the first time you’re caught in something like this but what about this time?
Another sigh escapes the wrestler’s lips before she slowly takes off her sunglasses, revealing a very serious look in her eyes. But instead of answering, she just excuses herself again and turns around to leave.
Singles Match
Big Boss Rosario VS Liz IdolHe might be in his home country, but the fans in Winnipeg were showing no love for the Big Boss, who was making his debut against the Australian Liz Idol in a match between two veterans of this industry. The match started with some trash talk from Rosario, answered with a sounding slap from the blonde girl. Prayme reacted with a forearm to the jaw, Liz hit one of her own and the fight broke out with an all out brawl. Punches were flying left and right, until the Canadian changed strategy and raised his knee hitting the opponent in the stomach and sending her against the ropes, catching her with a big boot to the face as she rebounded back, He then reached her opponent down and ground her face with his forearm, focusing on the eye and getting a warning from the official for it. Idol turned things around with a crucifix reverse ddt that surprised BBR, who was still able to raise his shoulder right before the three. Liz started building some momentum with a striking combination, Prayme countered with a right hand missing the target widely as she ducked it and moved behind his back, connecting with a backstabber. Wasting no time, she applied a boston crab, applying a lot of pressure on his back. The look on Big Boss face was that of someone who, despite the pain he’s in, would not give up. Pulling himself on his arms, he slowly crawls toward the ropes, stretching out his arm and finally grabbing the bottom rope. Liz broke up the submission and pulled him up, getting poked in the eye by Prayme. The canadian started building some momentum, lifting the opponent over his shoulder and dropping her face first on the turnbuckle, hitting the ropes and kicking her head off with a running big boot. Liz kicked out, but Rosario was right back on work, determined to fully exploit this favorable moment. After knocking her down with a clothesline to the back, he lifted Idol and dropped her with a modified version of the Jackhammer he calls Chapter’s End. And it was, indeed, the end of this chapter, closed on the image of Prayme standing tall with his hand raised by the referee, smiling cockily at the booing crowd. WINNER: Big Boss Rosario BY: Pinfall (Chapter’s End), 6:30 |
Jared Idol: "They may hate his guts, but Prayme has the potential to be a huge signing for Millennium"
Bea Torres: "Well, his pedigree and list of accolades speak for themselves. Big Boss is for real"
Jared Idol: "Six minutes to take out an experienced opponent such as Liz Idol. Talk about making an impact!"
Bea Torres: "Well, his pedigree and list of accolades speak for themselves. Big Boss is for real"
Jared Idol: "Six minutes to take out an experienced opponent such as Liz Idol. Talk about making an impact!"
The camera slowly fades in backstage as The Happy Few trevese the hallways. OMI is rocking a nifty purple Nike sweatshirt some fitting jeans. A pair of Skullcandy Venue headphone peek out from underneath her hood. NEON’s attire clearly reflects the fact that she isn’t in competition this evening: short red leather jacket, black sweater-dress, black Michael Kors Blaze booties. SERO has on a taylormade charcoal gray suit.
NEON is particular is walking with her head down. Her eyes and fingers are fixated on her Samsung phone. She briefly glances at her brother.
NEON:
私たちの "ピア " がどれほど愚かであるかはまだ私には驚きます。
Her comment causes SERO to smirk.
SERO:
驚くべきことではありません。殆どの人は野郎よ.
NEON lets out a sigh as looks back down at her phone.
NEON:
それでも、彼らの焦点の欠如は不快です。あなたがアリーナにステップインすると、あなたは戦う準備ができているはずです。オフタイムのための枕の話を保存します。
She looks at her brother once more.
NEON:
俺たちに汚い仕事をさせたいのか?
SERO patted her on the shoulder.
SERO:
必要ありません. 私はそれをカバーしました。
His answer seems to satisfy NEON as she nods her head. The siblings continue to walk a bit until the picture fades out.
NEON is particular is walking with her head down. Her eyes and fingers are fixated on her Samsung phone. She briefly glances at her brother.
NEON:
私たちの "ピア " がどれほど愚かであるかはまだ私には驚きます。
Her comment causes SERO to smirk.
SERO:
驚くべきことではありません。殆どの人は野郎よ.
NEON lets out a sigh as looks back down at her phone.
NEON:
それでも、彼らの焦点の欠如は不快です。あなたがアリーナにステップインすると、あなたは戦う準備ができているはずです。オフタイムのための枕の話を保存します。
She looks at her brother once more.
NEON:
俺たちに汚い仕事をさせたいのか?
SERO patted her on the shoulder.
SERO:
必要ありません. 私はそれをカバーしました。
His answer seems to satisfy NEON as she nods her head. The siblings continue to walk a bit until the picture fades out.
Singles Match
Cheesecake VS Crystal HiltonAfter the loss against Luna one week ago, Cheesecake was looking to bounce back tonight in Winnipeg, a goal that you have to believe, Crystal was sharing with her. She wasted no time and tried to put away the opponent with a sunset flip. Cheesecake kicked out almost immediately and swung her leg trying to kick the seated opponent’s head off. Hilton ducked it and rolled her on his shoulders with a schoolboy, only worth a two count. The two women were back on their feet and Christina went for a right hook. Cheesecake dodged it and hooked both arms, bending forward and pinning her with a backslide. As soon as Hilton was back on her feet, the pink haired girl kicked her in the stomach and, stepping on her thigh, climbed on her shoulders, going for another pinfall with a victory roll. After the initial exchange that lit up the crowd, the match kept going on a fast pace, mostly thanks to Cheesecake and her daredevil attitude. After a spinning heel kick, Crystal rolled out of the ring, hoping to catch a break that Cheesecake wasn’t going to give her, jumping over the top rope with a plancha to the outside. Out here, Hilton was able to turn things around when she tripped Cheesecake and sent her against ring post, slamming her face against it a couple of times for good measure. Laying her on the apron with her head hanging outside, she climbed on the apron and dropped her leg across the throat, with a guillotine legdrop, making the cover right after and getting another near fall. Crystal had the opponent locked in a seated Fujiwara Armbar, hoping for a submission win. Cheesecake seemed on the verge of tapping out when their eyes met the stern look on Tyron Bickerton’s face. Her mentor didn’t need to say a word, his presence alone pushed the young girl to dig down deep and reach the nearby ropes with her foot. The referee immediately tried to break the submission, especially after he saw Crystal trying to snap the arm in those extra five seconds. When she finally let her go, Cheesecake was holding that injured arm, which instantly became a target for Kate’s offense. When she went for a chick kick, the daughter of the late Trip Johnson ducked it, starting her offense with some kicks to the ribs and chest, taking her down with a Roundhouse Kick. She then climbed on the top rope, taking a bit too long due to the bad arm. Crystal reached her on top and the two started brawling, despite the precarious equilibrium. Hilton got the upper hand and went for the superplex, blocked by the younger competitor who grabbed the rope and held onto it. With a couple of punches to the ribs, she broke free, dropping Crystal down to the mat with a series of rapid fire headbutts. Now she was finally free to finish the match with the Star In The Night (Corkscrew Senton) picking up another win afetr last week’s setback. WINNER: Cheesecake BY: Pinfall (Star In The Night), 8:26 |
Bea Torres: "I knew she could do it!"
Jared Idol: "Cheescake questioned herself after last week's loss, but she bounced back immediately with a big win against Crystal Hilton tonight."
Bea Torres: "No matter how she call herself, but Crystal doesn't seem to catch a break, huh?"
Jared Idol: "Cheescake questioned herself after last week's loss, but she bounced back immediately with a big win against Crystal Hilton tonight."
Bea Torres: "No matter how she call herself, but Crystal doesn't seem to catch a break, huh?"
After the break, Tiffany Tompkins, the reigning Cloud Gate Champion herself, is already standing in the ring with her title around her shoulder and a microphone in her hand.
Bea Torres:
Well, she may not be scheduled for a match tonight, but it looks like the Cloud Gate Champion has something on her mind...
Jared Idol:
It can't be easy to recover from a loss like last week, but let's see what she has to say.
As her music fades out, Tiffany gives an unconfident smirk to the crowd, who try to cheer her up with a round of applause.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Thanks guys. I appreciate it and all, but we all know what happened last week in Toronto...
The crowd finally calms down, granting Tiffany the opportunity to address them from the heart...
Tiffany Tompkins:
I lost. I lost to Seth Iser, plain and simple. It wasn't an easy fight, and sure, he did resort to going for my eye by the end of it, but I ain't stupid enough to bitch about it. Seth has been in this business for so long, I was only 2 years old when he started. And yet despite being a veteran for all these years, the fact that he couldn't beat me without resorting to that...well...let's just call it a learning experience. If even a veteran needs to pull that shit on me, then I guess I just gotta prepare for more of that shit, because when it comes to stepping in the ring with me, people know they can't beat me in a clean fight. That's why I'm still here, and I'm still your Cloud Gate Champion!
She holds the title up, which was welcomed by the Canadian crowd.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Seth, I'll admit that you beat me, but I'm sure you've been around long enough to know that lightning don't strike twice, and when you come for a shot at this title, things will turn out a little different.
The crowd applauds Tiffany's words, prepping themselves for the future encounter. That is however until 20/20 by Crown The Empire blares out of the loudpealers. Tiffany rolls her eyes at the interruption by, go figure, Megan Rydell. Meg walks down the ramp, microphone in hand, telling Tompkins that she shouldn't worry about Seth Iser, because she will never face him again, not for the title at least. In fact. she plans to take it from the Five Foot Deathmachine coming the next PPV, The Great White North. Once in the ring, she steps in Tiffany's face and reminds her that she got lucky at Dark Web, that if it wasn't for the "dumb skater boy" (Tiffany stiffens at those words, clenching her fists), she would be the Cloud Gate Champion by now.
Tiffany is about to answer, but here comes another interruption. This time is Robyn Jones aka Spider who walks out of the curtain, apologizing for being late to the party. Entering the ring, she says that she's growing tired of hearing them talking, she's tired of Megan trying to sneak herself back into a match for a title she already lost, and that she should move on and stop acting like a child who's favorite toy has been stolen, whether that is the Cloud Gate Championship or Gian's... Well, you can imagine. Megan drops the microphone and gets on her face, the tension rises until...
Vivaldi's "La Tempesta Di Mare" starts to play in the Arena and out comes Gianluigi Vaccaro. The General Manager tells the three women to calm down, officially announcing the triple threat match for The Great White North. He then addresses Megan and Robyn, telling them that they should really talk their issues, because they need to be on the same page next week when they will team up against Tiffany and, since they mentioned her, Tobie Nox Thorne. Megan and Spider shake their heads, obviously not happy with it. Tiffany smiles, picking up her title and leaving the ring. The camera cuts to the next match.
Bea Torres:
Well, she may not be scheduled for a match tonight, but it looks like the Cloud Gate Champion has something on her mind...
Jared Idol:
It can't be easy to recover from a loss like last week, but let's see what she has to say.
As her music fades out, Tiffany gives an unconfident smirk to the crowd, who try to cheer her up with a round of applause.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Thanks guys. I appreciate it and all, but we all know what happened last week in Toronto...
The crowd finally calms down, granting Tiffany the opportunity to address them from the heart...
Tiffany Tompkins:
I lost. I lost to Seth Iser, plain and simple. It wasn't an easy fight, and sure, he did resort to going for my eye by the end of it, but I ain't stupid enough to bitch about it. Seth has been in this business for so long, I was only 2 years old when he started. And yet despite being a veteran for all these years, the fact that he couldn't beat me without resorting to that...well...let's just call it a learning experience. If even a veteran needs to pull that shit on me, then I guess I just gotta prepare for more of that shit, because when it comes to stepping in the ring with me, people know they can't beat me in a clean fight. That's why I'm still here, and I'm still your Cloud Gate Champion!
She holds the title up, which was welcomed by the Canadian crowd.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Seth, I'll admit that you beat me, but I'm sure you've been around long enough to know that lightning don't strike twice, and when you come for a shot at this title, things will turn out a little different.
The crowd applauds Tiffany's words, prepping themselves for the future encounter. That is however until 20/20 by Crown The Empire blares out of the loudpealers. Tiffany rolls her eyes at the interruption by, go figure, Megan Rydell. Meg walks down the ramp, microphone in hand, telling Tompkins that she shouldn't worry about Seth Iser, because she will never face him again, not for the title at least. In fact. she plans to take it from the Five Foot Deathmachine coming the next PPV, The Great White North. Once in the ring, she steps in Tiffany's face and reminds her that she got lucky at Dark Web, that if it wasn't for the "dumb skater boy" (Tiffany stiffens at those words, clenching her fists), she would be the Cloud Gate Champion by now.
Tiffany is about to answer, but here comes another interruption. This time is Robyn Jones aka Spider who walks out of the curtain, apologizing for being late to the party. Entering the ring, she says that she's growing tired of hearing them talking, she's tired of Megan trying to sneak herself back into a match for a title she already lost, and that she should move on and stop acting like a child who's favorite toy has been stolen, whether that is the Cloud Gate Championship or Gian's... Well, you can imagine. Megan drops the microphone and gets on her face, the tension rises until...
Vivaldi's "La Tempesta Di Mare" starts to play in the Arena and out comes Gianluigi Vaccaro. The General Manager tells the three women to calm down, officially announcing the triple threat match for The Great White North. He then addresses Megan and Robyn, telling them that they should really talk their issues, because they need to be on the same page next week when they will team up against Tiffany and, since they mentioned her, Tobie Nox Thorne. Megan and Spider shake their heads, obviously not happy with it. Tiffany smiles, picking up her title and leaving the ring. The camera cuts to the next match.
Tag Team Match
Olivia Wythe & Levi VS Brothers McMillion
After the Junior Heavyweight Championship Tournament and the digression with the whole Sephora/Knox situation, Olivia and Levi seemed to be back to the tag team competition, determined to climb the ranks of the division starting tonight in their match against the Brothers McMillion, fresh of a big win against The Might Now Thrive last week in Toronto. Christian and Levi were the chosen ones to start the match, The young Levi, who only recently won the biggest match of her career defeating Cosmo Cooper in the last episode of [R]evolution Pro was still going on the wings of enthusiasm, causing the fifteen years old veteran more than some troubles with her quickness, ducking his clotheline and using the middle rope as a springboard to hit him with a forearm smash. As soon as Christian made it back to his feet, she leaped and wrapped her legs around his neck, tossing him once again on the mat with a headscissors. CM was sitting in the corner, staring at the Baby K who was now soaking in the adulation of the fans. Things went a little bit different with Javen, faster and more used to fast paced competition than his brother. After reversing an irish whip attempt, he leapfrogged over her and connected a single leg lariat when she rebounded back. After dropping a couple of elbows to the chest of the grounded opponent, he picked her up and tossed her against the ropes once again, catching her with a backbreaker. What Simon didn’t see was Olivia making the tag. Wythe entered the ring and clubbed the unaware Javen to the back of the head, spinning him around and connecting with a snap suplex. She picked SImon up and hit him with a couple of european uppercuts, grabbing him by the wrist and sending him in the corner. After taking a moment to rally the fans, Olivia charged in. Javen exploded out of the corner anticipating the opponent and, with a dropkick to the knee, sent her crashing face first against the turnbuckle. Taking a run to the ropes, he jumped and connected with his knee to her back, Javen made the cover hooking the leg, but Olivia kicked out in two. Showing all their experience and chemistry the McMillion took control, keeping themselves fresh with quick tags and getting close to the win with the Dirty SOuth Drop (Stalling suplex into crossbody). Olivia turned things around, countering a headscissors attempt with a powerbomb, reaching the corner and making the tag to Levi. who jumped into the ring and charged at the opponent at full speed, hitting him with a shining wizard, hooking the leg for a near fall. Once again the pace picked up, with Baby K flying all across the ring, almost getting the win with her It’s Hot In Topeka (Springboard Hurricanrana). Javen raised the shoulder, Levi picked him up and tossed him in the corner, charging in right behind him. Javen ran up the turnbuckle and jumped backwards, landing on his feet behind the surprised opponent’s back and quickly hitting a german suplex. Levi was quickly back on her feet, eating a kick to the stomach by her opponent who then called for the Javen Effect. The young rookie was able to wiggle away and push her opponent against the ropes. As Simon rebounded back raising his foot for a running big boot, she countered with the same move. Both competitors were down and the referee started to count. Stretching out, Levi and Javen started crawling toward their corners. Duke Andrews hopped the barricade to say something to Christian. The two former friends still had some unfinished business they didn’t solved with their match in Hybrid or the tag match at Dark Web. Andrews said something that triggered the veteran, even flipped the bird at him, That was more than CM could take, dropping off the apron and chasing Duke. Right when Javen was about to make the tag. Simon stared at his brother, calling him back. But it was too late, Olivia was already behind him and hit the Princess’ Cut, obtaining an important win for her team. WINNER: Olivia Wythe & Levi BY: Pinfall (Princess Cut), 10:17 |
Bea Torres: "My girls!"
Jared Idol: "Another great performance from this young tag team, against veterans like The Brothers MacMillions."
Bea Torres: "Yeah, despite the shady ending, nobody can take anything away from them tonight."
Jared Idol: "Another great performance from this young tag team, against veterans like The Brothers MacMillions."
Bea Torres: "Yeah, despite the shady ending, nobody can take anything away from them tonight."
As the crew checks the ring before the next match a figure makes her way down the ramp, no music accompaniment. In one hand is a dented steel chair, her eyes seemingly black. It’s Saki, and the crew are wise to keep their distance...she’s smiling. Saki made her way around the ring and to the announcers, giggling as she hugged the dented chair against her chest. The same chair Christopher LeGarde used on her face.
Saki takes a mic in her hand and giggles again. Walking around to sit on the ramp she kept the chair hugged close and opened her mouth to speak.
SAKI:
What a pair, Christopher LaGarde
Hit me with a chair, thinkin’ you’re so hard
Rie Shimizu, you know it’s true
Both chose to play with me
Now, I’ll make sure there’s blood in your pee.
Play with Saki
Don’t be taaaaccckkkkyyyyy...
Saki wretches and what looks like some black goo pours down from her mouth all over herself, those creepy eyes rolling back. The team rushes to her only for Saki to start laughing and standing up, swinging the chair wildly. The staff all back up and it almost looks like it will be a security issue...but she calmly turns and walks back up, smiling through those wet black lips.
Singles Match
Misteireach VS Duke AndrewsDuke Andrews walked to the ring with a big smile on his face. Once again he got one over his rival Christian Michaels, proving that he was indeed in his head and costing him the match. The smile quickly disappeared when Misteireach dropkicked him in the corner as soon as the bell rang. The Irish Mystery hit the ropes and hit the opponent who was sitting in the corner with a sliding lariat, leaving the ring and quickly climbing on back on the apron and on the top turnbuckle, waiting for Duke to be in the perfect position. He then jumped off with a missile dropkick, kipping up and positioning himself next to the laying opponent. He jumped and flipped backwards, pinning him with a standing moonsault for a two count. After Misteireach strong start, Duke took a break outside the ring, or at least he tried to. The Irish high flier was right on him with a corkscrew plancha, earning a round of applause from the Winnipeg fans. He took a moment too long to soak in their adulation, turning his back on Duke and paying for it. The veteran ran through him with a clothesline to the back of the head, dropping him on his knees. Relentlessly, Duke stomped his face on the floor, before picking him up and rolling him in the ring., making the cover and getting a two count. Andrews was then in control, using his size and strength advantage to control the match, wearing down the opponent with his hard strikes and getting a near fall after the Killshot (V-Trigger). He then tossed Misteireach in the corner and followed up with a clothesline. The masked wrestler wasn’t staying down, kicking out and ducking the clothesline attempt, taking Duke down with a springboard moonsault body press. He waited for him to stand up and went for the Irish Kicking Music (Sweet Chin Music) sending Andrews out of the ring. Once again he tried to awe the fans with a spectacular move, an asai moonsault. Duke caught him in mid air and dropped him on his head with a tombstone piledriver. Misterireach seemed out but this didn’t stop Duke from inflicting more punishment on him, throwing him against the steel steps and slamming him face first on the same. Eventually, he lifted him over his head in a powerbomb position but before he could put him through the table, Robbie Bourbon came running down the ramp, rescuing Misteireach and hitting Duke with a right hand, causing the disqualification. WINNER: Duke Andrews BY: DQ (Outside Interference), 9:51 |
After the bell rang, Duke and Robbie kept brawling, with the masked man getting the upper hand, forcing Andrews to a retreat. He then helped Misteireach back to his feet, yelling all sort of insults toward Michigan’s favorite son.
The Misery and The Manic stand at opposite sides of the same ring as last week, in the same empty warehouse. The Manic is once again wearing her generic wrestling gear, while The Misery still continues to sport his black morphsuit. The Manic seems to be a lot more confident than last week, suggesting that perhaps her skills in defence have since increased.
The Misery:
Okay, you’ve certainly done a good job at upskilling your defence capabilities the past week. So now we move onto phase two. Attack.
The Manic sternly nods.
The Misery:
The Misery wants you to come at him full force with any type of attack you wish, but your choice a secret.
Without saying a word, The Manic charges towards her significant other, leaping up into the air with an impressive, yet still rookie dropkick. It connects however, and sends The Misery back a few steps. Though, it appears The Manic received more damage falling to the mat after the maneuver. She sits up, holding onto her elbow with clenched teeth.
The Misery:
Not bad. But you need to put more power into your attacks.
The Manic:
But Misery… The Manic has not been gifted with the power and physique of a god like yourself…
The Misery:
Well, the beauty of this business is that you don’t need to! Look at that pipsqueak Tiffany Hudson! Sure, she’s small, and as much as The Misery hates to admit it, she is very capable in the ring. The Misery isn’t saying you should be like her - be anything but like her - though she makes for a useful example.
The Manic stands up and nods with a deep breath.
The Misery:
Okay, now The Misery wants you to come at him again, but this time try something different. We’ll come back to the dropkick later. Ready?
The Manic once again charges towards The Misery, though this time she tries a different tactic and attempts a much less complicated clothesline. The Misery ducks and evades the move, and as The Manic spins heel, he hits her with a stern superkick and she stumbles into the ropes, taking hold of them to save herself from falling outside the ring.
The Misery:
Subphase of phase two! Counterattacks. Always be ready and on your guard when completing a maneuver, as you can bet your opponent will have a counterattack at the ready. And if they don’t, then it’s good to play it safe and assume they do. Now pull yourself together and let’s try that again.
The Manic:
Hold on, The Manic’s feeling a little rocked after that move. May she take a water break?
The Misery:
Fine, but be quick.
The Manic nods and steps outside the ring, the camera following her as she walks over to a set of drink bottles grouped together and propped up on a wooden bench. She picks one up and takes a momentary sip, then wipes her mouth and cracks her neck from side to side.
The Misery:
Break is over! Hurry back into the ring!
The Manic puts her bottle down and runs back over to the ring, sliding in underneath the bottom rope and rising to her feet.
The Misery:
Ready? Remember, different tactic.
For a third time, The Manic charges towards The Misery, and though he told her to change it up, she instead goes for another clothesline. Once again, The Misery ducks in evasion, and as The Manic turns around, he fires another superkick. Although this time, The Manic has learnt her lesson and sways backwards to avoid the attack, then takes a swift step forward and fires a peculiar green mist into The Misery’s face. The Misery does not react, and stands there, seemingly flabbergasted. The Manic stands still, appearing to be a little concerned for the eventual reaction. The Misery begins a slow clap.
The Misery:
Well done, well done. That would have worked had it not been for The Misery’s mask.
The Manic grins.
The Manic:
The Manic was searching online for underhanded wrestling moves last night, in case the opportunity ever arose with Cheesecake or Big Barv.
The Misery:
Well, Manic. The Misery thinks we may have found your niche.
The Manic:
Niche?
The Misery:
Yes! Your niche! Your style! You’re a dirty player! And more often than not, such a style works in one’s favor. The Misery truly believes we can work with this. You played that off extremely well. The Misery was convinced that you were indeed taking a water break. Little did he know you had something else up your sleeve.
The Manic:
So, this is something we should focus on? The Manic’s ability to cheat and play dirty?
The Misery:
Oh, most certainly.
The Misery turns to the camera.
The Misery:
Shut it off now. The last thing we need is for Ophelia to get her hands on all of our secrets.
The camera fades to black.
The Misery:
Okay, you’ve certainly done a good job at upskilling your defence capabilities the past week. So now we move onto phase two. Attack.
The Manic sternly nods.
The Misery:
The Misery wants you to come at him full force with any type of attack you wish, but your choice a secret.
Without saying a word, The Manic charges towards her significant other, leaping up into the air with an impressive, yet still rookie dropkick. It connects however, and sends The Misery back a few steps. Though, it appears The Manic received more damage falling to the mat after the maneuver. She sits up, holding onto her elbow with clenched teeth.
The Misery:
Not bad. But you need to put more power into your attacks.
The Manic:
But Misery… The Manic has not been gifted with the power and physique of a god like yourself…
The Misery:
Well, the beauty of this business is that you don’t need to! Look at that pipsqueak Tiffany Hudson! Sure, she’s small, and as much as The Misery hates to admit it, she is very capable in the ring. The Misery isn’t saying you should be like her - be anything but like her - though she makes for a useful example.
The Manic stands up and nods with a deep breath.
The Misery:
Okay, now The Misery wants you to come at him again, but this time try something different. We’ll come back to the dropkick later. Ready?
The Manic once again charges towards The Misery, though this time she tries a different tactic and attempts a much less complicated clothesline. The Misery ducks and evades the move, and as The Manic spins heel, he hits her with a stern superkick and she stumbles into the ropes, taking hold of them to save herself from falling outside the ring.
The Misery:
Subphase of phase two! Counterattacks. Always be ready and on your guard when completing a maneuver, as you can bet your opponent will have a counterattack at the ready. And if they don’t, then it’s good to play it safe and assume they do. Now pull yourself together and let’s try that again.
The Manic:
Hold on, The Manic’s feeling a little rocked after that move. May she take a water break?
The Misery:
Fine, but be quick.
The Manic nods and steps outside the ring, the camera following her as she walks over to a set of drink bottles grouped together and propped up on a wooden bench. She picks one up and takes a momentary sip, then wipes her mouth and cracks her neck from side to side.
The Misery:
Break is over! Hurry back into the ring!
The Manic puts her bottle down and runs back over to the ring, sliding in underneath the bottom rope and rising to her feet.
The Misery:
Ready? Remember, different tactic.
For a third time, The Manic charges towards The Misery, and though he told her to change it up, she instead goes for another clothesline. Once again, The Misery ducks in evasion, and as The Manic turns around, he fires another superkick. Although this time, The Manic has learnt her lesson and sways backwards to avoid the attack, then takes a swift step forward and fires a peculiar green mist into The Misery’s face. The Misery does not react, and stands there, seemingly flabbergasted. The Manic stands still, appearing to be a little concerned for the eventual reaction. The Misery begins a slow clap.
The Misery:
Well done, well done. That would have worked had it not been for The Misery’s mask.
The Manic grins.
The Manic:
The Manic was searching online for underhanded wrestling moves last night, in case the opportunity ever arose with Cheesecake or Big Barv.
The Misery:
Well, Manic. The Misery thinks we may have found your niche.
The Manic:
Niche?
The Misery:
Yes! Your niche! Your style! You’re a dirty player! And more often than not, such a style works in one’s favor. The Misery truly believes we can work with this. You played that off extremely well. The Misery was convinced that you were indeed taking a water break. Little did he know you had something else up your sleeve.
The Manic:
So, this is something we should focus on? The Manic’s ability to cheat and play dirty?
The Misery:
Oh, most certainly.
The Misery turns to the camera.
The Misery:
Shut it off now. The last thing we need is for Ophelia to get her hands on all of our secrets.
The camera fades to black.
Singles Match
The Misery VS Lucie CallawayLucie starts things off with a head full of steam as she charges The Misery at the opening bell. She works him over with well-timed and well-aimed strikes until she’s driven him back to a corner before she backs up and hits him with a double running knee strike. The Misery staggers for a few moments before regaining his bearings, stalling an incoming Lucie with a massive discus lariat that spins her clear around. Before she can recover, Lucie is sent flying with a full nelson suplex, rolling clear to the edge of the ring under the bottom rope. The Misery stalks after, but Lucie is able to pop up on the outside of the apron, catching him by the back of the head and dropping down to the floor below to choke him across the top rope! She leaps back up onto the apron and launches herself over the top rope to catch The Misery with a flying headscissors takedown. She looks to hook the leg but The Misery gets away before she can. He sends her to the ropes when she charges in again and Lucie slides between his legs, popping back up, then leapfrogging over him! On the rebound she catches him with a rolling back elbow for a near fall, but The Misery gets the shoulder up. For a few minutes The Misery is in control, taking Lucie on a tour of all four corners of the ring before knocking her down for his Bliss to The Misery coast to coast! He drags her out of the corner and makes the pin, but Callaway isn’t done yet and kicks out! The Misery hauls her to her feet, delivering a few sharp headbutts before he sends her to the ropes once more… only to be caught with an S.O.S. out of nowhere! Lucie scrambles to get the pin, but The Misery rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope to recover! Lucie makes her comeback after an STO to counter The Misery stops him in his tracks. She works him over that same way she did at the start until he’s left sagging in the corner, struggling to catch his breath and clear his head. Thinking she’s got The Misery where she wants him, Lucie charges in, but at the last second The Misery hops up, hooking her arms with his legs as he throws his body over the top rope, reaching down to hook her legs for the tarantula submission! The referee staets to count, giving him five seconds to break the illegal submission. The Misery fully exploits them, leaving the exhaisted opponent against the corner. He then climbs on the opposite turnbuckle, jumping all the way to her with the Bliss To Misery, making the cover for the win. WINNER: The Misery BY: Pinfall (Bliss To Misery), 9:36 |
Jared Idol: "It's the first loss for Lucie, after an hard fought battle against a much experienced opponent."
Bea Torres: "Yeah, she might have come up short, but there's no shame in it."
Bea Torres: "Yeah, she might have come up short, but there's no shame in it."
Jared Idol: "She's young and talented, this setback will be a lesson to learn from."
The Millennium XXXV broadcast shifts to a camera outside the Bells MTS Place where the ruckus crowd bears witness to the dark blue 2017 Audi R8 Coupe 2-seater sports car driving between the cars of all those who attended the show tonight. Yellow fluorescent lights illuminate its path on the pavement, its red and white lights shining through the darkness until it reaches its parking spot. As the car approaches, it becomes obvious the car is worn with age, poor maintenance the culprit as it sputters to a stop.
As the door swings open, “The Headliner” Cass Baumer struts out to cheers of the crowd who watch from inside the building, the live feed playing on the screen embedded into the stage. She adjusts the orange “#Riot” knit cap, inviting boos from those who believed Riot was The B Show and shoves her hands into her open brown leather jacket.
Cass Baumer:
After weeks and weeks of the same song and dance, Gianluigi Vaccaro finally decided to give Aella and me what we’ve wanted after all. We’ve got the chance to brutalize Chris Constantine Jr. for all the batshit garbage that he’s put us through in recent weeks!
The Riot roster member crosses her arms over her white Kymmy Oliver t-shirt and tilts her head back. Baumer leans on the car and keeps making her intentions clear.
Cass Baumer:
Back and forth, back and forth! I’m sick of it, aren’t you? All the interferences, all the hate-fueled tweets, all the insufferable comments he makes again and again…
The Keyboard Warrior conducts the words with her index finger, her black travel bag slung over her shoulder.
Cass Baumer:
It’s lead to tonight: the first chance we’ve had to officially get our hands on him in a sanctioned matchup.
The former CEO of Baumer Report grins as the crowd erupts in cheers.
Cass Baumer:
You need the recap? See, Chris wants a hero’s welcome for what he’s done but thankfully, you guys aren’t stupid. The people in the back who wrestle on this show every single week know their shit too! As does everyone who works for this show, as far as I can tell. For all the talk about how he’s the one man with enough passion and dedication to stand in defiance against us Riot scum who somehow disrespect the main show with their mere existence, it’s all fallen on deaf ears. He’s a dumbass who uses the guise of brand loyalty to raise his profile and each time he’s attempted to call to arms the rest of his co-workers to fight for his cause, he’s received the same response: “No! Get out of my mentions!”
The kiwi laughs, attempting a bad American accent while she made the impression of CCJ’s rostermates.
Cass Baumer:
Last week, Chris even threatened to get Alan Envy fired ‘cause Envy was smart enough not to run with his one-man regime! And now that’s the man who’s got Constantine’s back as his tag team partner tonight. Ain’t karma a kick in the head? You think that’ll end well?
She laughs while the crowd continue to watch.
Cass Baumer:
Truth be told, I don’t dislike the original Millennium show. This place was where I called home for a while, back when this whole promotion was under different management. I don’t hate the people who came out to attend the show tonight. I don’t have one ounce of disdain for Gianluigi Vaccaro! Of course, I can’t speak for my friend Aella but for me, this isn’t about brand loyalty anymore. This is about Constantine thinking it’s alright to interfere in my business, week after week, and us showing we ain’t gonna let that stand! It’s about showing we can’t let what he’s done to us on our show go unpunished, and I don’t think there’s a damn person in the city of Winnipeg right now who wouldn’t want to see CCJ get his ass kicked!!
The crowd let their opinions be heard.
Cass Baumer:
Chris Constantine Jr. might have Alan Envy on his side tonight — and let’s be honest with ourselves, this won’t be the end but I want to make this clear: I got mad respect for Envy. He’s a tough S.O.B. who stands against CCJ’s bullshit and he’ll be hard as hell to defeat, but…
She smiles deviously.
Cass Baumer:
I’ve got a Foley by my side!! Anybody even remotely familiar with Millennium Pro knows what that means, don’t ‘cha?!
Chuckling, she continues as the crowd goes wild.
Cass Baumer:
I’ve got the brains! She’s got the brawn! We’re an unstoppable team and we’ve proven we’re five steps ahead of our opponents already! So don’t be surprised when it’s us standing in the winner’s circle when tonight’s over ‘cause we’re not just doin’ it for Riot… We’re doin’ it for each and every person who’s had enough of Chris Constantine Jr.’s trash!!!
While the crowd is at a fever pitch, Cass brings the energy back down with a calm battle cry.
Cass Baumer:
Faugh a Ballagh.
Singles Match
Knox VS Kymmy Oliver Crazy, looney, fake. These are some of the adjectives, the tamer ones, Kymmy Oliver used to describe Knox in the days following the cyber attack on the Millennium website. The loudmouth was never one afraid to speak, but poking someone like Knox is probably not a good idea.. No surprises the Hackerman attacked KO on her way down the ramp, knocking her down with a clothesline to the back. He then picked her up and ran her back first against the ring apron, After slamming her head against the ring post, he rolled her back in the ring, climbing in as well. Instead of going back on the attack, as one could expect, Knox walked into his corner and waited for the his opponent to get back on her feet, allowing the referee to officially start the match. After such a start, the match couldn’t be anything less than a hard hitting contest, with some forbidden shots on both sides. Oliver rocked Knox with a stiff right punch to the jaw, a closed fist that earned her a warning from the official. She didn’t car, hitting him with a series of lefts and rights to the ribs, throwing him against the ropes and leveling him with a big boot. She then attempted a pinning predicament for the first near fall of the match. Knox reaction was immediate, with an elbow to the stomach when Kymmy picked him up, quickly driving her face onto his knee. He then showed once again that mean streak that has been characterizing his recent matches in Millennium, stomping and kicking the grounded opponent, pulling her back to her feet and lifting her for a suplex double knee backbreaker. Kymmy raise her shoulder kicking out of the pinning predicament. The last part of the match saw the arm wrestling champion back in control after taking advantage of the referee’s distraction and hitting a low blow. A distraction she caused removing the protective pad from the top turnbuckle. Tossing him around with an overhead released suplex, she then charged at him, running right into a jumping knee from the Hackerman. Stunned, Kymmy stumbled back and got hit with a discus forearm from Know, who once again started building momentum with his precise and lethal kicks, knocking her down with a spinning wheel kick. Oliver tried to pull herself up, but before she could, Knox hit her with a devastating #000000 (Shining Wizard), picking up the win at the end of a highly competitive match, despite the early assault. WINNER: Knox BY: Pinfall (#000000), 11:20 |
As Kymmy rolls out of the ring, seething at the close loss; the crowd erupts into a cacophony of cheers. The masked assailant from before suddenly slips out from under the ring as though they had been waiting there the entire time. Before Kymmy has time to react, they pull something from their boot and with a flick of the write the assailant is now armed with a riot baton.
She whips Kymmy across the face throwing her off balance before kicking her legs out from under her, Kymmy is struck and lashed with the baton until the attacker pulls it back and holds it up in the air.
The soft crackle is now a familiar sound to Kymmy who despite her beaten state tries desperately to fight off her attacker only to be jabbed in the neck with the baton as volts coarse through her body, knocking her out cold.
The masked woman then turns and blows a kiss to Knox who has been watching all of this from his position in the ring before taking off and hopping the barrier to evade security who are finally making their way down the ramp.
She whips Kymmy across the face throwing her off balance before kicking her legs out from under her, Kymmy is struck and lashed with the baton until the attacker pulls it back and holds it up in the air.
The soft crackle is now a familiar sound to Kymmy who despite her beaten state tries desperately to fight off her attacker only to be jabbed in the neck with the baton as volts coarse through her body, knocking her out cold.
The masked woman then turns and blows a kiss to Knox who has been watching all of this from his position in the ring before taking off and hopping the barrier to evade security who are finally making their way down the ramp.
Singles Match
Jennifer Yang VS Luna The former Lockdown Champion and the former Millennium Champion. Their paths crossed a few times, and Jennifer always had the best in their matches, a trend Luna wanted to change tonight, showing a new found aggression right off the bat, Her Muay Thai strikes forced Jennifer back in the corner, where she continued her attack until the referee separated them. The fight was brought back in the middle of the ring, where they locked up in a collar and elbow tie. Once again it was the Star If The Night who had the best of it, switching to a side headlock on the former face of the company. Squeezing her arms around her head, Luna took her down on the mat, following with some punches to the head without breaking the hold. Something seemed off with Jenni, like if her mind wasn’t here. Luna had an easy game controlling the first part of the match getting close to the win with a running spanish fly. Finally Yang found her footing in the match, dodging a predictable knee strike from the former Lockdown champion and countering with her Wing Chun strikes. Even if this wasn’t their first dance, Luna couldn’t find a way to counter them, quickly finding herself looking at the ceiling after the jumping roundhouse kick that ended Jennifer’s combo. She made the cover with Luna kicking out in two. Picking the opponent up, she whipped her in the corner and charged in. Smith countered with a kick to the face, pulling herself up and wrapping her legs around Jenni's head, driving her face against the turnbuckle. The two women kept trading shots, switching positions in the corner. It was now Luna who had her back against the ropes. Jennifer hit her with a superkick, lifting the opponent and climbing as well, attempting a superplex. Luna countered with a headbutt and slid between Yang's legs, quickly hitting her with The Dark Side Of Luna (Cheeky Nandos Kick), rolling the champion on her shoulders. Jennifer kicked out in two. Luna showed some signs of frustrations, arguing with the referee who confirmed his decision. She then picked Jennifer up and took out the frustration with a series of kicks and punches. Yang answered shot after shot, blocking her strikes and countering with quick punches, until she grabbed Luna's wrist and took a run toward the ropes, nailing her #BEHUMBLE (springboard cutter) for the win. WINNER: Jennifer Yang BY: Pinfall (#BEHUMBLE), 11:44 |
Jared Idol: "Well it looks like Jenni has Luna number."
Bea Torres: "There's a reason why Jenni is a former Millennium champion."
Jared Idol: "Aye. She met a few setbacks recently, but she's still one of the best wrestlers in Millennium."
The feed switches to the backstage area, where Bowie Kennedy stands, surrounded by security.
Bowie Kennedy:
I'm here, with the Millennium Security staff and I've been given an announcement to make from the Millennium Booking Committee. Before I make the announcement, I'd like to bring in the two reasons for the security detail... Bethany Driver and Jacob Hammerstein.
Driver and Hammerstein step into frame on either side of Bowie, security stepping between them and Collins.. Chloe's facial expression tells of her nervousness at having the bitter rivals so close. The American Monster flashes a huge grin at Kennedy.
Hammerstein:
Hiiiii, Bowie!
He looks at Bethany, a deadpan expression on his face.
Hammerstein:
Hi, Bethany.
Driver grins mischievously at him.
Bethany Driver:
Hi there, Jacob. How's the head?
Hammerstein starts to reply but Driver cuts him off.
Bethany Driver:
That was a rhetorical question, Jacob. Your head's just like it always has been... empty.
The American Monster fumes as Driver looks at Kennedy.
Bethany Driver:
Hey, Bowie. Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble… this week.
Bowie gives an uneasy smile.
Bowie Kennedy:
That's good, because Millennium officials have directed me to warn you two that if either of you cause trouble here at the interview position, you'll be fined ten thousand dollars.
Driver nods her head, while Hammerstein rolls his eyes.
Bowie Kennedy:
They have also asked me to inform you that in two weeks, at our The Great White North Pay Per View, you two will meet in the ring, one last time.
Driver smiles, rubbing her hands together. Hammerstein, on the other hand, shakes his head, a cross look on his face.
Hammerstein:
What the hell, Bowie? How many times do I have to beat Ms. Born to Be Mild here until the Millennium Brass realize that it's time to let me move on to bigger and better things?
Bethany feigns offense at Hammerstein's dig.
Bethany Driver:
Jacob, I've never! Listen, you wouldn't have beat me at Dark Web if you hadn't jumped off the cage. You know, I know, and everybody knows I got your number. Your time is up at The Great White North.
Bowie Kennedy:
I have one more announcement, and it pertains to this match. Millennium officials have declared that, in an attempt to end this rivalry once and for all, they have added a special stipulation.
The American Monster harumphs and shakes his head.
Hammerstein:
What's it gonna be this time? Flaming, barbed wire, C-4 Legos?
Kennedy suppresses a smile.
Bowie Kennedy:
No. Millennium officials have announced that this match will be Last Person Standing.
Driver smiles eagerly, as does Hammerstein.
Hammerstein:
Well, goddamn, I'm in, but we're one person short. That is, unless ya actually consider Bethany a person.
Driver chuckles sarcastically.
Bethany Driver:
Yuck it up, Hammie. You know you've got no chance of beating me in this match because you know deep down in that little heart of yours that I WILL NOT stay down.
Hammerstein smirks, shaking his head.
Hammerstein:
I'm gonna be a nice guy, Bethany, and I'm not gonna talk about how I'm gonna destroy ya. In fact, I'm gonna be a gracious gentleman and give ya the choice of how ya lay after I knock ya out. I can leave ya layin on your back, ya know, how ya “earn” all the accolades you've earned. Or I can leave ya layin face down with your ass in the air, the way your whore mom snagged your stupid ass dad. Your choice.
Enraged, Driver swings on Hammerstein, but is restrained by security. Hammerstein backs away laughing, then steps up and spits in Driver's face. Bethany struggles to get at The American Monster, but is dragged away by security. Hammerstein waves at Driver.
Hammerstein:
Bye bye, Bethany. See you in two weeks.
He turns to the camera and waves before walking out of frame, leaving Kennedy shaking her head.
Singles Match
Heathen Jones VS Selina MetzgerThe Lockdown Champion and Heathen met in the middle of the ring, locking up in a test of strength easily won by Selina, who forced Heathen back in the corner. There she swung her hand connecting a sounding backhand chop on his chest. She asked the fans to stay silent and went for a second one, even harder than the previous, leaving red bruises on Jones’ pec. She then whipped him all the way to the opposite corner, charging in and eating a boot to the face from Heathen, who lifted himself to the second rope and dove with a crossbody, caught in mid air by selina who dropped him on his knee with a backbreaker, making the cover for the first near fall of the match. Heathen turned things around with a spinning backfist that stunned the Ubermensch, allowing him to build some offense with a swift kicking combination, ending with a shotgun dropkick that sent the champ against the corner. While she was sitting there, he launched himself against her with a cannonball senton, adding a few stomps to the face just for the hell of it before dragging her away from the ropes and making the cover. Selina kicked out in two, It was a favorable moment for the Lousiana Man who proved to be deceptively strong lifting Selina in a vertical suplex position, teasing Hickey for a few seconds before dropping the opponent down for Hickey’s Will. The delayed vertical suplex still wasn’t enough to keep the champ down. The turnabout happened tried to perform a belly to back suplex, countered by Metzger with an elbow to the face. She quickly switched positions, planting Jones with a double chickenwing facebuster. From there on, she kept tossing him around, showing her arsenal of power moves including an exploder suplex. It was only a matter of time before she decided to put an end to this contest with the Elbe Valley Driver, sending a message to all her potential challengers.i WINNER: Selina Metzger BY: Pinfall (Elbe Valley Driver), 9:49 |
Bea Torres: "SELINAAAA"
Jared Idol: "Another impressive win for the Lockdown Champion"
Bea Torres: "She's been on a roll recently, except for that loss in the triple threat back in Vancouver."
Jared Idol: "Speaking of which, we haven't heard a lot from Rebecca Saint recently, but it's fair to assume she'll be addressing the champion soon.."
Rie Shimizu looks tired.
The young woman sits with her back against a wall, a few candles lit around her. But instead of speaking to the dead she believes are around her as she is normally caught doing at the start of these, she just sits with her head leant back against the wall, eyes closed. Homare Kato is not seen, but his shadow can be seen on the wall, moving around. Rie opens her eyes to see the camera and lets out a sigh, half-heartedly beginning to speak, Kato doing his job after.
Homare Kato:
“This is so tiring, these past two weeks. First Saki strikes me with a chair to ruin my match with LaGarde, and then LaGarde interferes the next week. Without even trying, I find myself shackled to violent people that wish to only cause great harm and suffering to the other. Instead of being able to focus on my goal, of performing honorably for the departed, I am instead left to worry that each match will end with me getting my skull crushed in because someone has a problem with someone else, with me just a bystander. It is tiring.”
She closes her eyes and lets out a rather annoyed sounding grunt before looking back to the camera and going on.
Homare Kato:
“And now my friend, Rebecca Saint, is dragged into it. The two of us find ourselves booked against LaGarde and Saki. The two of them teaming TOGETHER, a laughable concept. Going into this I know how it will end. People will be hurt, someone will bleed, and those two will continue to strike at each other without regard for anyone else.”
She shakes her head, bowing her head.
Homare Kato:
“I apologize to Rebecca, as she finds herself dragged into this by way of me, and I do not enjoy the idea she may suffer tonight because of me being involved in this, regardless of it not being by my choice.”
She slowly gets to her feet, shaking her head still.
Homare Kato:
“So tonight, faced with this, I will do what I always do. Wrestle my best, and hope against hope that perhaps tonight with Rebecca’s immense skill at my side, perhaps things could turn out better.”
She gives a shrug, her expression hard to read into whether she believed in that occurring or not, as she then walks away. The shadow of Kato follows right behind her without a word.
Tag Team Match
Saki & Christopher LaGarde VS Rie Shimizu & Rebecca Saint
Rebecca Saint and Rie Shimizu tagged once again after the TLC match at Dark Web, facing tonight the odd pairing of Saki and Christopher LaGarde. Nobody was really expecting them to get along tonight, especially considering the history of chair shots and attacks they had. They couldn't even decide who should've started the match arguing until Rebecca made the decision for them, dropkicking the leader of the Swayed Parade out of the ring. Saki laughed as her partner fell out of the ring, eating a kick to the gut from Saint, who then lifted her for a suplex, floating into a pinning predicament. The Kawaii Deathmachine suffered the strong start of the Uncanny Socialite, who always seemed to be one step ahead of her opponent. Saki landed on her feet after a German suplex, stumbling back toward the ropes. She looked disappointed, to say the least, when LaGarde took the tag If anything, the tag changed the course of the match. Rebecca found herself in difficulty against his speed, soon finding herself in the corner with the opponent charging at full speed with a corner jumping clothesline. He lifted her on the top rope, going for an avalanche belly to belly. Rebecca fought back with all she had, knocking him down with a headbutt. Christopher charged right back in but Saint leaped over his head, rolling on the mat and reaching her partner in the corner. Rie Shimizu entered the ring, showing a fire rarely seen before. For weeks she got caught in the crossfire between Saki and LaGarde, innocent victim of their senseless violence. Tonight she was looking for some payback, knocking Christopher down with one of her characteristic striking combination. Her game plan might be predictable, but it was working just fine. With the opponent on the mat, she now applied the Breakdown, looking to submit him with a Texas Cloverleaf. Christopher refused to tap, pulling himself up and reaching his corner, tagging Saki back in. The pace of the match instantly picked up when the Kawaii Deathmachine entered the ring, picking up a two count with a springboard crossbody. After rocking the opponent with some punches, the former Empire Extreme Champion kicked her in the stomach and put her head between her legs, going for the piledriver. Rie was able to avoid it, shifting her bodyweight preventing the opponent from lifting her and countering it with a back body drop. As soon as she got back to her feet, Rie hit her with the Flash Nap, knocking her back down. Saki kicked out and dragged herself to the corner, stopped by Shumizu who grabbed her leg. The Singapore Mauler countered with an enziguri and finally reached the corner… LaGarde wasn’t there. The Leader Of The Swayed Parade abandoned his partner and walked out, leaving Saki alone with her two opponents. As she turned around, Rie kicked her leg until she dropped on her knees, connecting a couple of hard kicks to the chest before ending the match with the Spirit Tour (Axe kick to the head). picking up a win in tonight’s match. WINNER: Ries Shimizu & Rebecca Saint BY: Pinfall (Spirit Tour), 12:04 |
Jared Idol: "Well, it wasn't a bloodbath but Saki and LaGarde definitely weren't on the same page"
Bea Torres: "I mean..."
Jared Idol: "Yeah nobody really was expecting it.. Honestly, they stood no chance against Rebecca and Rie, who proved once again that they make a formidable tag team."
SERO:
Kenjiro just shakes his head, chuckling to himself.
KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
Hey, Melissa, until you act right, this is the only time I’ll ever try to talk directly to you.KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
When I hear you, the broken record, speak about me, I find it formulaic. It’s about either my partnership with Grace van Beek, our boss, or calling me a cardboard cutout. I bet you think you’re witty or even hilarious but it’s a microcosm of your existence in professional wrestling. Turn on any of the times that you’ve shown up on a network and you can splice together clips to tell the same shit you’ve been saying since the first day you’ve stepped in the ring. KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
All the time, when anyone that is a threat arrives at the door, you think that it’s free game to start to deride them from the jump. It’s odd to me that you decide to do that when this company has never been yours, to start with. The claim to fame that people would sooner attach to you isn’t your skill in the ring. No, it would be your attempts at being a rebel in a place that has no place for it. All you’ve done is hurt people that didn’t even deserve it. You came after your boss and you think that makes you someone special, makes you a BIG BALLER? Ha, don’t make me laugh any more than you have already.KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
I’m a cardboard cutout because I don’t talk much and I certainly don’t talk about you at all. I’m the undefeated man walking through this company. Let me repeat it for you since I know you’re just going to try your best to deflect everything. I’m undefeated in singles competition. No one has been able to put me down, no one has been able to stop me, and you think that Ms. Van Beek decided to put her faith in me for my good looks? No, don’t be so shallow. The immaturity comment about “our sex life” might have made a few of those lowbrow fools chuckle but that’s just it. They’re idiots. At least you can market yourself to some people.He scratches idly at the tip of his nose.
KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
But lo and behold, I guess you wouldn’t get the message because you, Reeves, have selective memory. Anything and everything that does not measure up to the pitiful life that you write out for yourself is put aside. But I don’t live in the land of make-believe with Mr. Rogers, I live in the real world. In the real world, you’ve already tapped out once to the Happy Few and I just wasn’t there to help out. In the real world, I’m the most notable contender that Mr. Kane got. Because I’ve actually beaten him in more ways than one.Kenjiro looks off to the side, dropping the fact casually before moving along.
KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
We both knew that this match would come one day, where he would have put everything he has on the line against the man who emasculated him in the center of the ring. Of course, there has to be something to get in the way. While someone like me beat down an array of terrorists, former champions, and whatever the fuck Nessa Wall was in record time, I got to hear about how a lover’s quarrel got you a world title match. On the track record, the undefeated man from across the ocean has been tearing through this entire company like the Plague throughout Europe. But Jason Hawk beats the same woman a few times and demands respect like this is Insurgency and people still give a fuck about that corpse of a company. His eyes narrows with annoyance once more, but it passes quickly.
KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
Even his claim to fame is a lot better than yours at the moment. That is until I kick him down to the ground because that’s the only thing he’ll ever get from me.A little burst of agitation at the other person involved in the World Championship menagerie.
KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
You managed to string together a few good wins. On a bootleg streaming service, where half the matches cut in and out for whatever reason. On borrowed time because your ass should have been arrested, not just fired. You found a loophole. You’re given opportunities. You let Cass Baumer--CASS BAUMER--be your saving grace. And just because Vaccaro is a shell of what a proper GM should be, he has given you another chance at something you never deserved to begin with. A beat.
KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
Nobody wants you here except for the vapid fans who are some of the ones who don’t get this business.Kenjiro keeps his eyes trained on the camera with the clear hostile intent and hatred fueling it.
KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
Being a Twitter machine doesn’t make you a champion.KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
Saying the same thing over and over again doesn’t make it the truth.KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
And no matter how many times they give you a shot being the champ, it doesn’t make you any closer to being at the top of the mountain. It just means you’ll have a string of failures to drag behind you.KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
Go on and tell everyone how driven you are, everyone else is just driven. And there’s a good amount of people who could do better with this shot.KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
Go on and tell everyone that they’re irrelevant or some spin on that, you’re going to make the viewership tank more than probably did in Liberty Pro.KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
Really, my word of advice, just come to the ring and keep stringing those victories along.KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
Because even if you shove yourself down everyone’s throat, they’ll throw you up like the toxic trash you’re showing everyone you are. KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
You’re not unique. KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
You’re not special.KENJIRO KUROKAWA:
You’re just Melissa Reeves, trying her best to stay ahead in a world that’s going to leave her tired ass behind.Singles Match
SERO VS Jason HawkIn less then two weeks, these two men will be fighting for the biggest prize in the company, the MWE championship. Tonight they clashed in a singles competition, and, boy, was it a great match! The two men met in the middle of the ring, Hawk tried to provoke the leader of The Few with some trash talk, seemingly unaffecting the japanese wrestler who kept his cool, at least until the bell rang. Then he knocked Hawk back a few steps with one swift, heavy right punch to the jaw. Jason looked back at him while rubbing the hurting spot, charging back in with a forearm shot. The two contenders engaged in a hard hitting brawl, none of them giving an inch, trading hard shots in the middle of the ring. SERO probably has no rivals in Millennium when it comes to this kind of exchange, being able to withstand and deliver a lot of punishment. It was no surprise seeing him coming out on top with a lightning quick left-right-left combination, followed by a kick to the ribs and a roaring elbow that knocked Jason down. Methodically and relentlessly, the Panther King picked him up and tossed him in the ring, charging at him fell head of steam. Up and over Jason went, leaping over the opponent’s head and rolling back to the centre of the ring. SERO quickly turned around and went for a clothesline, ducked by His Dying Majesty who hit him with a Pele Kick. Every time Jason was able to use his speed to his advantage, SERO found himself in difficulty. After taking the leader of The Few down with a handspring enziguri, Hawk climbed to the top rope, taking a moment before diving with a 450 splash. SERO was quick to raise his knees in protection, making his landing uncomfortable to say the least. Wasting no time, PANTERA dragged Jason back to his feet, knocking the air off his lungs with some stiff kicks to the chest, lifting him over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position and dropping him down, going for his Tekken Tachikaze. Jason avoided the discus punch, grabbing SERO’s arm and hitting him with his ZUUUUUUMA! (Riott Kick), immediately sliding into a cover for a count of two. Duck and hit, this was Jason’s approach to this match, and a successful one. He actually seemed to gladly take some shots from the opponent, allowing him to build some momentum but always dodging the final shot of his combo, countering with high impact moves like the superkick that knocked the Iron Rougarou Champion down, making the cover with the Over The Moonsault (Back hand spring into a standing moonsault in one slick motion). SERO kicked out, and the two men locked up once again in the middle of the ring. Jason tried to lift him with a german suplex, but a huge elbow to the side of the head frustrated his attempt. The Panther King went once again for the Tekken Tachikaze, connecting the discus punch and decking the former PRIDE television champion. He hooked the leg, only getting a two count. Wasting no time, he moved behind the opponent’s back, blocking his left arm with his and the right one with his leg, dropping a series of elbows to side of the face. Hawk was out, unable to kick out from the Hakka no Togame that gave SERO an impressive win two weeks from the PPV, against one of the top contenders for the MWE Championship. WINNER: SERO BY: Pinfall (Hakka no Togame), 13:41 |
Bea Torres: "..."
Jared Idol: "Speechless, huh?"
Bea Torres: "Yeah, that was impressive..."
Jared Idol: "Aye. He definitely backed up his words, this is a mesage sent to both Melissa Reeves and Christopher Kane."
Bea Torres: "Do you think that him and Grace..."
Jared Idol: "Don't. Bloody hell Bea!"
The Riot star Aella Foley is walking the hallways of the Belle MTS Place with a quick and determined pace, confident and unafraid as usual despite being in “enemy territory” By the look in her eye, it’s clear that she’s looking for something, or someone… Who that person is becomes pretty clear when she stops in front of the General Manager’s door. A smirk appears on her face as she opens the door, without knocking or giving any sort of advice.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Gesù Cristo! Didn’t they teach you manners…
He stops as he raises his eyes from his paperwork and notices the Godkiller standing on the door.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I should have guessed.. I apologize for the dumb question, it’s clear that basic courtesy never reached that corner of Northern Ireland you grew up in.
Gian’s issues with her family are well documented. From Connor, to Nora, to various associates to the Na Fianna clan, they always found a way to clash heads.
She doesn't initially respond, but instead she moves to walk around that desk of his, claiming a seat upon it, and crossing her legs as she watches him, a single manicured brow raised in question. She doesn't say a word, her hands gripping the very edge of the desk like a cat waiting to pounce, leaning forward.. waiting for him to say something, clearly.. Gian waits patiently, almost studying her guest. He doesn’t seem to mind her sitting on his desk, or if he does, he’s hiding it very well. Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice calm and composed as always.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Nice conversation Aella.
An obvious hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
As much as I’d love to keep this going, I have a show to run. A show you have been invited to, and you will be main eventing. Perhaps, you want to go get ready for your match. You don’t want to let your roster down, I’m sure…
CRACK! Out of nowhere, she was suddenly snapping across his jaw with a left hook that flows up from her waist, impacting him right at the hinge of his jaw, twisting those knuckles into his flesh at point of impact, turning her fist right before it lands to put the focus of force into her striking knuckles. Not a word, just a punch, standing as he was knocked backwards out of his chair.
Aella Foley:
Not a fan of talking unnecessarily. Connor's the theatrical one.
Quietly then, she leans over and waits for him.
Aella Foley:
Now, be a good lad and don't make me hurt you further. Stay the fuck out of our match.
Gian brings his hand to the jaw, rubbing the spot she hit with such force to knock him out of his chair. He looks up at her, pain and surprise drawing a funny look on his face. Then slowly, he picks himself up, adjusting his jacket and regaining his composure. A light chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I guess I overestimated you. I thought you learned from your cousin’s mistakes. And yet, here you are, stepping in his shoes and walking the same path that brought him to the miserable life he’s leading, wasting all his potential. A shame, actually.
The crack about her blood relative brings a sigh to Aella's lips, an annoyed look spreads across her face as she pushes forward, striking out with a forward stomp kick aimed right for his middle, right at his abdomen with enough force to send him back into that wall.
Aella Foley:
Now, you see the issue here is.. Connor had restraint. He'd pull back, leave you alive. Me? I've got no complaints with crippling you on a permanent basis.
Turning his head and covering his mouth, because etiquette is important, even in this situation, Gian coughed a couple of times. He then turns back to Aella, somehow still smiling, refusing to show any sign of weakness or backing down.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I told Yulia that hiring you was a mistake… I hate to be always right.
Aella Foley:
For you, not for her.
Pausing, she leans forward, gently patting the man's cheek with her hand, palming it for just the moment.
Aella Foley:
At least you're brave in the end. No simpering or begging. It's the way a proper man should be, you know, brave.
Commending him, right before she twists her frame around, SLAMMING her elbow into his jaw, to send him onto the ground as she leered over him.
Aella Foley:
Men of your birth, your station. They're supposed to be brave. Supposed to lead. It's commendable. Even when they fail as miserably, as constantly, as you do. They're supposed to be brave.
Lifting that right foot up, she is sending a toe kick right for his freefloating ribs. Holding his chest, trying to catch his breath, Gian points his elbows on the floor, slowly pulling himself up.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Failing...
A stinging pain forces a pause in his speech.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
That’s something your family… Is familiar with. I don’t fail, Aella. I might concede a battle, but I always win the war.
Aella shakes her head in almost a sad way, as if she understands what he is going through. In a way, she supposed that she does, but right then and there? Her sympathy is low. As he rises? Aella grabs him, bringing him forward to tuck his head between her thighs. Quick, violent, she jerks the man up only to bring him down in a powerbomb across that desk, to scatter his things across it with the force of his own body.
Sneering, she spits on the ground near the wreckage.
Aella Foley:
All you've ever done is lose.
And just like that, the cameras fades as she makes her grand exit.
Tag Team Match
Alan Envy & Chris Constantine Jr VS Aella Foley & Cass Baumer
As odd as it sounds, Chris Constantine was the fan favorite tonight. Sure, representing the Millennium brand against the Riot “invaders”, especially after Foley’s brutal assault to the green brand General Manager earlier that night, but it was still unusual to see him walking out to the cheers of the fans.After a quick chat, he let his former rival and tonight partner Alan Envy start the match against Cass Baumer. The Lonestar immediately imposed with his physicality, transitioning to a side headlock and pushing Baumer against the ropes, catching her with a scoop powerslam as she rebounded back. After wearing her down with his hard hitting brawl offense, Alan shoved her in his corner, kicking her in the stomach a few times before tagging Constantine in. Chris did the same, stomping Cass to the ground and placing the sole of his boot on her face, pushing her against the lower turnbuckle until the referee asked him to let her go. Oddly enough, he obliged, crouching down and getting in Baumer’s face, adding insult to injury by telling her, with a smile on his face, “Welcome to the A show”. The team of Envy and Constantine dominated the first part of the match, leaving little to none room for Cass to build any momentum, always able to keep control with quick tags and, especially Constantine, shortcuts like thumbs to the eyes. Chris had the Headliner in a front facelock, ready to suplex her but not before talking some trash to Aella on the outside. When he finally decided to lift Cass, the former journalist was able to block it and reverse the move, dropping Constantine on his back. This was the opening she needed to make the tag, although, as she realized once she got back to her feet, she was in the wrong part of town, with CCJ standing between herself and her partner. Nonetheless, she tried to dash toward Aella, leaping over Constantine who caught her. Cass was quick to turn it into a DDT, dropping Constantine on his head and finally making the tag. Aella entered the ring to the loudest round of boos, immediately reaching Chris who was crawling toward his partner and grabbing his leg, pulling him back in the middle of the ring and locking him in a kneebar. Constantine screamed in agony, still trying to drag himself to his corner who seemed to be a million miles away. Alan saved him the troubles, stepping into the ring and kicking Aella on the head, forcing her to break the submission. The referee was trying to push him away, back in his corner. But the Godkiller had something for him before he exited the ring, a right punch to the jaw. Chris rolled her up with a schoolboy pin, calling the referee’s attention when he saw that he was still dealing with Alan instead than making the count. When Aella kicked out, Constantine argued with the referee, inviting him to pay attention to the action, adding that this was a three count if he wasn’t so distracted. Aella shut him up with a clothesline to the back, dropping him on his knee and following with a running bulldog, making the cover . The two competitors kept going back and forth for a couple more minutes, with Constantine getting real close to the win with a powerbomb to the smaller opponent. The final part of the match saw Alan and Cass back in the ring, with the Headliner in great difficulty after the pop up death valley driver that forced Aella to make the save. Constantine entered the ring and knocked Aella off her feet with a clothesline, tossing her unceremoniously over the top rope. Despite the referee trying to convince him to go back in his corner, Constantine hit Cass with a jumping knee, knocking her down and mounting on top of her, raining down punches to the face until the official, threatening a disqualification, physically took him off Baumer and pushed him into his corner, under the eye of a confused Envy. Still arguing with the referee, Chris winked at his wife who slid a brass knuckle inside the ring. And suddenly all this act made sense. Envy hesitated, wanting and believing he could win the match clean. Who didn’t hesitate was Baumer who, from a kneeling position, punched Alan in his ribs and grabbed the knuckles, hitting him with a loaded punch, making the quick cover. Seeing what happened, Chris tried to break the pin, but Aella grabbed his leg and blocked him, allowing Baumer to pick up the win. WINNER: Cass Baumer & Aella Foley BY: Pinfall (Punch), 15:30 |
Jared Idol:
Unbelievable! Baumer and Foley scored a win against the Millennium team
Bea Torres:
They came here to make an impact, both with words and actions.. I'd say they accomplished their mission.
Jared Idol:
Aye. But at what price? I'm sure the attack on Gian won't go unpunished.
Bea Torres:
Yeah, speaking of which.. Do we know something about him?
Jared Idol:
Only that he's been taken to the Seven Oaks Hospital here in Winnipeg. Hopefully we'll get updates soon.
Bea Torres:
Well, I guess this is all then. See you in a week, as we go live from Ottawa!
Jared Idol:
Goodnight folks