Post by gvb on May 3, 2019 13:05:08 GMT -6
The Great White North Tour
Millennium XXXVI
Live from Canadian Tire Centre in Ottawa, ON
Wednesday, May 1st, 2019
The last stop of this Canadian Tour before the The Great White North Pay Per View takes place in Ottawa, Ontario. As opposed and criticized by many as it was, the tour turned out to be a huge success for the company that, for the first time, ventured out of the US borders. The capacity crowd let out a huge roar as "When Legends Rise" by Godsmack blares out of the loudspeakers. Pyrotechnics explode on the entrance stage, with the usual colorful display while the camera moves over the fans stopping on some handmade signs the fans braught in.
"Fuck Riot!" "RIP Chris Kane" "SERO is not my champion" "Who tased Kymmy? *picture of Camari shrugging*" "Bitch Boss Rosario" "Lucie Callaway can have my babies" "<-- This is the last sign this guy will ever make"
We then cut to the announcers table where Jared Idol and Bea Torres are ready to call what promises to be a great night of action made in MWE.
Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Millennium XXXVI!
Bea Torres:
Are we live? Can they hear us? No weird and absolutely not creepy Knox stuff?
Jared Idol:
Apparently not, but you never know with him....
Bea Torres:
Don't jinx it Jared!
Jared Idol:
Actuallly it was... Nevermind.. Let's talk about tonight card shall we?
Bea Torres:
A lot of tag team matches I see! I love tag matches!
Jared Idol:
Well, the same can't be said for half of the people involved... Some of these pairings have raised more than some eyebrows, creating a certain discontent among the ranks.
Bea Torres:
Well, in all fairness, I didn't quite get the sense of these pairings either.
Jared Idol:
It doesn't really matter does it? You have a match, you fight. Simple as that.
Bea Torres:
Fair enough.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Well... this is certainly not Australia anymore...
The dainty, feminine voice of Kenzie Garrett speaks while she glances away from a handheld camera. Her dark hair is in its familiar sidepart, while she wears an oversized Mighty Ducks jersey and dark skinny cut jeans with blown out knees and beat up taupe combat boots. Shaking off her umbrella from the wintery mix that she is unfamiliar with given her California upbringing and professional career spent in the land down under. She pops it into a nearby corner of the Canadian Tire Centre, before feigning surprise and looking into the camera strapped to her palm.
KENZIE GARRETT:
OH! Didn't see you there! I... no... that's kinda lame... somewhere, the Hackerman Knox is judging me, ruthlessly...
She blushed, wringing her dark hair out with one hand from the combination of rain, sleet, and snow that leave small crystals in it.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Maybe the problem is I'm trying to hard. You know? I'm a nice person. People like me. Right? At least... I hope they do. I think? I'm sure some do.
She nervously grits her teeth, before slumping her shoulders and exhaling a nervous breath.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Let's just start from the beginning... my name's Kenzie Garrett. I'm pretty good at making sounds that are usually pretty tight. I'm less good at the wrestling thing. But, I'm getting there. Some of you know me from Oceanic Wrestling Foundation. If you do? Hella cool. You're a boss. But if you don't? That's okay, too. Because you will.
An affirmative nod followed, even if it was accompanied by a tremble that may have been some kind of a combination of being cold, as well as nerves.
KENZIE GARRETT:
For the past few months, I've been displaced since OWF's doors have kinda-but-not-really-just-sorta-ish closed? I've been a wrestler without a ring. A traveler, the craftsman without a place to practice their craft. I've passed the time in other ways. I've become a mom to a cute little orange tabby cat named Luna. I've made music. I tried to learn knitting and stabbed my thumbs a few too many times for my liking. And much like I didn't pick up knitting? I also didn't lose my edge. I knew this day would come... my return to the ring. I didn't know when, but I knew it would be eventually. When better than the present, Millennium?
She shifted the camera towards a poster on the wall, showcasing the card for XXXVI. Grinning as she pointed a poorly manicured nail to her bout with Teddy Steele.
KENZIE GARRETT:
When my match was announced... I felt butterflies just soar in my guts and whirl up like a tornado. It was just exciting to know that I'd get to be back in my sanctuary. Back in my place of belonging. It's nice to come back home, and for me, home is between the ropes, no matter what banner those ropes are under. And of course, I'm excited to be in the ring with Teddy Steele. Mr. Black, Sexy Teddy. He's a guy who I feel has been in the ring for my whole life, not just a handful of years. Maybe that's a testament to him. Maybe it's a nod to the skills he's clearly got that it feels like he's just always been there. He definitely has leaps and bounds more experience than I do, and maybe that plays a role in why he hasn't been sweating me. It almost feels like I've been a missed blip on his radar... like this is just business as usual for him. And that may be the case...
A little shrug followed, with a little smile following suit.
KENZIE GARRETT:
That won't be a luxury he gets twice.
Kenzie elaborates with a pleased smirk on her face.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Because while I have only been doing this for one year... what a hell of a year it's been, right?! I have been in the ring with modern legends. I have stood tall and proud against giants. I was crushed under the might of the WAR TIDDIES - may they rest in peace - my first night in the ring and lived to tell the tale. I entered OWF as a nobody and left a champion! I came from the other side of the planet to be here! EVERY minute of the last year has been a trial by fire, and Kenzie Garrett is FIREPROOF! Is Teddy?
She tilts her head, as if expecting an answer.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I can't answer that... but what I can answer is this. I'm not the best wrestler in the world. Far from it. But... I'm getting there. Every match I'm in, to me, is not only an opportunity for experience but it is the main event of that evening because that is the fight I give everyone that stands across the ring from me! So, Millennium... Teddy... thank you for the opportunity. Thank you for bringing me home. Now I'm going to do what it is that I do... and that's tear the house down.
The camera feed cuts out after a few short seconds of lingering on the face of Kenzie Garrett.
Singles Match
Kenzie Garrett VS Teddy SteeleKenzie Garrett made her debut tonight, against Teddy Steele who has become a sort of welcome committee for the new Millennium signee. The Black Sexy Teddy wasn’t pleased with his recent form, having been on a losing streak, Determined to change the course of his career, the rapper from Long Island brought a different type of aggression to the match, taking off weeks of frustration on the Soulknife, taking her down with a lariat. Rebounding against the ropes, Teddy jumped and dropped his knee on her head, picking her up right after and sending her against the ropes. When he bent forward, she dove over him and caught him in a waistlock, rolling over and pinning Steele’s shoulders on the mat with a sunset flip. Teddy rolled through and back to his feet, hitting her with a dropkick to the face and making the cover. Kenzie kicked out in two. She tried a reaction with some right hands and forearms, but her momentum was quickly stopped by a kick to the stomach, followed by an uppercut and a fisherman suplex by Teddy, who then transitioned into a cover. The former OWF star kicked out in two. It might have been the emotion of the debut in the new company, but Kenzie didn’t seem able to find her footing in the match. Teddy started to weave from side to side, hitting the opponent with some jabs before cocking back and hitting her with a knockout shot. He dropped down, hooking the leg for another near fall. Finally the Soulknife managed to land a few strikes after escaping what looked like an awkward attempt of a submission, a cross-legged STF, at least in his intentions. Throwing the opponent in the corner, she followed up with a double knee- Rolling backwards, she charged at him once again. Steele dropped her over the top rope, but she landed on the apron and quickly stunned him with an enziguri from the apron. She delighted the Canadian fans with a rope-assisted handstand hurricanrana, wrapping her legs around Teddy’s neck and flipping him over, kicking him on the side of the head as he tried to get up. Steele fell flat on his back, Garrett grabbed both his legs and flipped forward, pinning him with a jackknife hold. Kenzie remained in control with a series of knee strikes that left Teddy groggy, helpless against the roaring elbow that knocked him down. After kicking out in two, he tried a mild reaction missing widely with the right hook. Kenzie was quickly to jump on his back and driving him down on her knees with a backstabber, locking him in her Ryuuenbu (Modified Double Fujiwara Armbar) to get her first win in Millennium. WINNER: Kenzie Garrett BY: Submission (Ryuuenbu), 7:14 |
Jared Idol: "Kenzie Garrett with a big win on her debut!"
Bea Torres: "This wasn't her first dance, but she's been impressive nonetheless."
Jared Idol: "Aye. The former OWF star is definitely a great addition to the green roster. Welcome to Millennium Kenzie!"
Bea Torres: "This wasn't her first dance, but she's been impressive nonetheless."
Jared Idol: "Aye. The former OWF star is definitely a great addition to the green roster. Welcome to Millennium Kenzie!"
The scene opens on Melissa Reeves, alone and beneath the spotlight in the middle of the ring. She waits for a few moments as the crowd react, but her gaze never moves from the camera. Finally she raises her microphone to speak.
Melissa Reeves:
Hello Sero. Or is it Kenjiro this week? Oohh, are we getting all personal with each other now?
Her laugh betrays more than a hint of derision, and she soon waves her finger.
Melissa Reeves:
Of course, it doesn't matter either way. Your name has never mattered, it holds no stock. Who you are has never mattered. Yes, yes, I can hear you screaming "but I'm the champion" from here. Calm down, you'll pop a blood vessel or something. Kenjiro, that may be what you are, but it's not who you are. It's a title you hold, thanks in no small part to your girlfriend, but you're no conqueror. You're no mighty warrior. You're a joke. Simply a mediocre talent that's in a position far above your station and floating on by on ego far more than skill, but that's what happens when a corrupt owner meddles.
Plenty in the audience boo. And why not boo the owner?
Melissa Reeves:
You say that I'm a broken record...that's funny. Even you acknowledge that I've been calling you and Grace out on your game for a while now. I called that Gracie was holding your hand and, lo, remind me just exactly how you came to possess that title? That's what I thought. And shit, you wanna talk about broken records, how often do you stroke yourself while thinking about that unbeaten record? Thing is, I too have had undefeated streaks. Only a year ago I ended a FOURTEEN MONTH streak where I was undefeated in singles competition in ALL promotions I was in. Which I'm pretty sure means mine is bigger than yours.
She looks down and shrugs to the camera.
Melissa Reeves:
But so what? I eventually lost. That's the nature of this sport - as you'd know if you'd been doing it more than ten minutes. Everyone loses. The difference between us, though, is that when I lost I also recovered. I went on to hold multiple titles. I rebuilt, I learned, I improved and strengthened. But I look at you and do you know what I see? I see someone who's so very fragile that when that streak breaks - and it will - will be found wanting for the mental strength to recover. You'll fade away, you'll be forgotten. You won't be battling your way back, you won't be at the top of a promotion again.
She closes in on the camera and points out, speaking through clenched teeth.
Melissa Reeves:
THAT is my drive and you should believe the hype, the evidence is clear. Not only do I recover from everything ever thrown at me, I never fail to conquer it. I swing harder year on year, no matter who says what. But you? Son, you couldn't beat an exhausted cripple without help.
She steps back and chuckles to herself.
Melissa Reeves:
So you wanna call me out as living in some fantasy? Your entire persona is fantasy projected by a sad little man to mask the truth of an existence where he is a disposable tool of a ruthless dictator. You prance around pretending you're some tough guy, but do you even take a piss without Grace telling you to? I was going to tweet you, since you think that's so important and all, but I can't. I burst into hysterics every time I see your Twitter @. I mean really, fearthefew? And you wanna talk to ME about fantasy? Nobody fears you. I don't fear you. Give me a singles match with you, no bs from your girlfriend and your idiot Society wannabe acts, and I'll wipe the floor with you. I'll beat the snot, blood, ego and stupidity right out of that empty head of yours. But that won't happen, will it? Nah, she'll protect you from that. But you're definitely big and scary. Mhm. Yup.
A quick thumbs up is followed by an eye roll.
Melissa Reeves:
But hey, where are my manners? I should congratulate you on your title win. You finally did it, your fifteen minutes of fame. Well done! I bet everyone back home is so proud that you beat up a guy with one arm who'd already gone through a match with a far better competitor than you. You really stamped your authority on things with that emphatic win, it's bound to be a highlight replayed on Youtube over and over for years to come.
Her eyes widen and she tries not to laugh again.
Melissa Reeves:
Let's be real. All you're going to be remembered as is "that guy who held the title between Chris Kane and Mel Reeves". Oh well. At least it's something, right? So enjoy your little title run, your few moments of mattering. Soon I'll take that title, I'll break your streak and with it I'll shatter the entire persona you've tried to build. I'll show you fact from fantasy and you'll be left wondering how you got it all oh so very wrong.
She lets the microphone drop from her grip and steps forward, onto the ropes, as her music plays. She's animated, fired up and more than ready for the challenge that faces her in the near future.
Melissa Reeves:
Hello Sero. Or is it Kenjiro this week? Oohh, are we getting all personal with each other now?
Her laugh betrays more than a hint of derision, and she soon waves her finger.
Melissa Reeves:
Of course, it doesn't matter either way. Your name has never mattered, it holds no stock. Who you are has never mattered. Yes, yes, I can hear you screaming "but I'm the champion" from here. Calm down, you'll pop a blood vessel or something. Kenjiro, that may be what you are, but it's not who you are. It's a title you hold, thanks in no small part to your girlfriend, but you're no conqueror. You're no mighty warrior. You're a joke. Simply a mediocre talent that's in a position far above your station and floating on by on ego far more than skill, but that's what happens when a corrupt owner meddles.
Plenty in the audience boo. And why not boo the owner?
Melissa Reeves:
You say that I'm a broken record...that's funny. Even you acknowledge that I've been calling you and Grace out on your game for a while now. I called that Gracie was holding your hand and, lo, remind me just exactly how you came to possess that title? That's what I thought. And shit, you wanna talk about broken records, how often do you stroke yourself while thinking about that unbeaten record? Thing is, I too have had undefeated streaks. Only a year ago I ended a FOURTEEN MONTH streak where I was undefeated in singles competition in ALL promotions I was in. Which I'm pretty sure means mine is bigger than yours.
She looks down and shrugs to the camera.
Melissa Reeves:
But so what? I eventually lost. That's the nature of this sport - as you'd know if you'd been doing it more than ten minutes. Everyone loses. The difference between us, though, is that when I lost I also recovered. I went on to hold multiple titles. I rebuilt, I learned, I improved and strengthened. But I look at you and do you know what I see? I see someone who's so very fragile that when that streak breaks - and it will - will be found wanting for the mental strength to recover. You'll fade away, you'll be forgotten. You won't be battling your way back, you won't be at the top of a promotion again.
She closes in on the camera and points out, speaking through clenched teeth.
Melissa Reeves:
THAT is my drive and you should believe the hype, the evidence is clear. Not only do I recover from everything ever thrown at me, I never fail to conquer it. I swing harder year on year, no matter who says what. But you? Son, you couldn't beat an exhausted cripple without help.
She steps back and chuckles to herself.
Melissa Reeves:
So you wanna call me out as living in some fantasy? Your entire persona is fantasy projected by a sad little man to mask the truth of an existence where he is a disposable tool of a ruthless dictator. You prance around pretending you're some tough guy, but do you even take a piss without Grace telling you to? I was going to tweet you, since you think that's so important and all, but I can't. I burst into hysterics every time I see your Twitter @. I mean really, fearthefew? And you wanna talk to ME about fantasy? Nobody fears you. I don't fear you. Give me a singles match with you, no bs from your girlfriend and your idiot Society wannabe acts, and I'll wipe the floor with you. I'll beat the snot, blood, ego and stupidity right out of that empty head of yours. But that won't happen, will it? Nah, she'll protect you from that. But you're definitely big and scary. Mhm. Yup.
A quick thumbs up is followed by an eye roll.
Melissa Reeves:
But hey, where are my manners? I should congratulate you on your title win. You finally did it, your fifteen minutes of fame. Well done! I bet everyone back home is so proud that you beat up a guy with one arm who'd already gone through a match with a far better competitor than you. You really stamped your authority on things with that emphatic win, it's bound to be a highlight replayed on Youtube over and over for years to come.
Her eyes widen and she tries not to laugh again.
Melissa Reeves:
Let's be real. All you're going to be remembered as is "that guy who held the title between Chris Kane and Mel Reeves". Oh well. At least it's something, right? So enjoy your little title run, your few moments of mattering. Soon I'll take that title, I'll break your streak and with it I'll shatter the entire persona you've tried to build. I'll show you fact from fantasy and you'll be left wondering how you got it all oh so very wrong.
She lets the microphone drop from her grip and steps forward, onto the ropes, as her music plays. She's animated, fired up and more than ready for the challenge that faces her in the near future.
Singles Match
Kymmy Oliver VS Big Boss RosarioAfter being attacked two weeks in a row, Kymmy Oliver has been attacked by a mysterious woman. Later tonight, the assailant will reveal her identity and, possibly, explain her motives in an exclusive interview with Bowie Kennedy but before that, KO finds herself in the ring with the veteran Big Boss Rosario. You could tell that the former Arm Wrestling Champion was keeping an eye outside the ring, as if she was expecting the masked figure to attack her once again. And that’s something you can’t afford with an old fox as Prayme, who quickly earned the upper hand capitalizing with a knee to the ribs on Kymmy’s lack of attention. He followed with an european uppercut, hitting Oliver with a forearm to the jaw. That seemed to wake up the Lil Kym, who answered with a right jab. The two started trading blows, a battlefield where Rosario’s experience wasn’t much of an help against the raw power of KO, who was coming out on top of this exchange, forcing the opponent to recoil toward the corner. Unless you would call put a thumb to her eye a veteran trick. Either way, that allowed Prayme to take back control, nailing Kymmy with a ddt. Oliver took back control after a big boot, picking up Rosario and unleashing a series of knife edge chops on his chest. After dropping him with a suplex,she mounted on top of his chest and started hitting his face with lefts and rights. Prayme managed to get her off him, getting back to his feet right into a discus clothesline by Kymmy who now made the cover. The canadian kicked out in two, rolling out of the ring to catch a breather. Oliver followed him out, chasing him around the ring and back in once the veteran slid under the bottom rope and charged at the opposite side, rebounding back with a low dropkick that took Kymmy to her knee. He hit the ropes once again, hitting him with a knee to the temple, knocking her out and trying to put her away with a lateral press, but the Real Kym Shady still had some left in the tank. The fourteen years veteran went close to the win with one of his characteristic moves, the snake eyes/big boot combination, with Kymmy showing great ring awareness touching the ropes with her foot, stopping the referee’s count. Prayme went for a german suplex, keeping the hold around the waist and hitting a second one. She tried a third, blocked by Kymmy who broke free and quickly turned around to face him, dropping him on his head with a standing ddt. Big Boss was laying motionless, Kymmy approached him with a big, confident smie on her face. It suddenly disappeared when Prayme rolled her up with a pinning predicament, using the ropes for leverage and stealing the win. WINNER: Big Boss Rosario BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 8:49 |
Bea Torres: "BOO THIS MAN!"
Jared Idol: "Boo him all you want, but he got the job done tonight."
Bea Torres: "You mean he CHEATED!"
Jared Idol: "However you want to call it, he walks out with the win, and that's all that matters at the end of the day."
Jared Idol: "Boo him all you want, but he got the job done tonight."
Bea Torres: "You mean he CHEATED!"
Jared Idol: "However you want to call it, he walks out with the win, and that's all that matters at the end of the day."
Earlier in the day cameras catch up to Bree Smith and Teagan Gallagher walking towards one of the Tim Horton’s located in downtown Ottawa. Bree dressed in her jeans, her Bringing it 120 t-shirt and hat, the hat on backwards though. With a blindfold covering her eyes which was Teagan's eye mask and she was keeping a hand out to feel for any obstacles, awkwardly stepping towards the building.
Bree Smith:
Teegs! Are we there yet?
Teagan Gallagher:
Almost!
Teagan is keeping both of her hands on her tag team partner’s shoulders to try and steer her in the right direction with a big smile on her face. Teagan is dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, a black t-shirt with a white cat’s silhouette stitched across the front, and her favourite pair of Converse sneakers. They arrive just in front of the entrance to the Tim Horton’s as Teagan steps forward to hold open the door for Bree, gently pulling onto her arm to guide her inside of the coffee shop.
Teagan Gallagher:
I promise that you’re going to love this!
Bree uses her hands to find the door so she doesn't go into it and awkwardly navigates inside while Holding Teagan's hand tightly like a lifeline.
Bree Smith:
You're not taking me to a pet store…?
And Bree takes a little sniff to try and gauge where she's been Breenapped to.
Bree Smith:
Or a Cat Café?
Teagan Gallagher:
No, but if you ever want to surprise me with that, I would love it!
Teagan laughs a little bit before she reaches back to remove the eye mask so that Bree could finally get a good look at her surroundings, Teagan makes sure to gesture towards the pastries display right there at the counter with the brand new selection of Oreo items that had been the reason why she wanted to bring her tag team partner there in the first place.
Teagan Gallagher:
A little something for extra motivation before our tag team match tonight!
Once Bree's eyes adjusted to the light and the blur ahead of her focused into Teegs presenting pastries as if Bree had won them on a game show, Bree's jaw drops.
Bree Smith:
Woah! Look at all this! Oreo Muffins, Oreo donuts….OREO BROWNIES, TEEGS!!
She couldn't help getting herself as close to the glass case as possible looking at all the pretties. Teagan claps her hands together with excitement quite pleased with herself over Bree’s reaction. She approaches closer as she points to the menu.
Teagan Gallagher:
There’s an Oreo iced cappuccino too. As soon as I saw that was their specialty right now, I knew that we needed to stop by for a visit.
Thinking up an excuse to get them, Bree pops up and stands up straight.
Bree Smith:
You know we do have a tag match later and we shouldn't go into it all dehydrated and hungry…
Teagan brings up two fingers to the side of her head in their well known unagi signal as she nods.
Teagan Gallagher:
It’s like you read my mind…
Bree does the same gesture and starts to decide on her order.
Bree Smith:
Now what to choose, what to choose?
Teagan Gallagher:
I think we need to try those brownies for sure.
Teagan points to the brownies in the case before she gives the man standing at the counter a big smile.
Teagan Gallagher:
They look too delicious not to try.
Bree nods to her tag team partner/best friend and joins her at the counter.
Bree Smith:
We'll take a couple of brownies. Make it an even amount, Dude. Me and Teegs don't want to start wrestling each other before our big match tonight.
Tim Horton’s Employee:
I’ll get a box started for you two, sounds like you’ve got big appetites.
Teagan Gallagher:
Or just two really big Oreo sweet tooths.
Teagan laughs as she watches him pull out one of the cardboard boxes and start to place a couple of the Oreo brownies inside of them before she looks back over to Bree.
Teagan Gallagher:
We’ve faced Olivia and Levi before, and won, but it has been awhile since we’ve teamed up in the ring. We need to remind everyone what the BreeTee Committee is all about.
Bree breaks concentration on the boxing.
Bree Smith:
Yeah. We're the #1 contenders for the tag team titles after all. We'll show exactly why we won that title opportunity tonight, and we'll celebrate with an Oreo Muffin each please.
Bree tacks onto their order.
Teagan Gallagher:
And two Oreo iced capps too.
Teagan holds up two fingers as she finishes off their order.
Tim Horton’s Employee:
You two might end up in an Oreo coma by the end of the day!
Bree Smith:
Worth it, right Teegs?
Bree gives her friend a little light elbow.
Bree Smith:
Does Jase like Oreos?
Something she wondered about Teagan's significant other. Teagan nods her head as she keeps her eyes focused on watching their order being filled.
Teagan Gallagher:
He does, but he likes Reese’s Pieces more.
Bree Smith:
Smart choice, Teegs. More Oreos for you.
She does the unagi sign once more.
Bree Smith:
Hey I bet there's some of your CCW fans in attendance tonight.
Teagan Gallagher:
That takes me back to the beginning!
Teagan laughs a little bit as she pulls out her debit card so she can pay for their order. Once the transaction is finished, she is handed the box with the Oreo goodies, and she turns around to place it in the eagers hands of Bree.
Teagan Gallagher:
Don’t eat the entire box now!
Bree Smith:
You can trust me, Teegs!
Bree does a quick brownie count to make sure they're all there.
Bree Smith:
But this was a sweet surprise. Thank you.
Teagan Gallagher:
I look out for my girl!
Teagan offers Bree a playful wink before she takes both of their drinks in her hands and motions towards the door with a slight nodding of her head.
Teagan Gallagher:
Let’s go and check out more of Ottawa now that we have our Oreo fuel.
Bree's smile grows wider and puts her arm around Teagan.
Bree Smith:
Great idea, Teegs.
And Bree looks behind her to the staff to conclude with.
Bree Smith:
My girl's really smart.
Before the pair disappear out the door off to somewhere else before their tag match later that night.
Backstage Bowie is waiting for their guest, who requested this interview earlier in the week. After some time passes, Bowie looks ready to call it when the masked figure steps up beside them.
Bowie lifts the mic but the masked person shakes their head and pushes the microphone away. Slowly she reaches up and tugs at her mask, dirty blonde hair trickles over from under the hood until the face of assailant is revealed..
SEPHORA EASTWICK
The crowd and Bowie both make shocked sounds, but before Bowie can get any questions in, Sephora snatches the mic from their hand.
Sephora Eastwick:
I get it, you all have questions... why Sephora, whyyy. Simple. I go where the money is and since Gian hasn’t been booking me, I’ve been taking work on the side. It’s nothing personal Kymmy, but you’re a piece of shit and their money is good...
Sephora smiles and shrugs at the camera.
Sephora Eastwick:
Maybe next time, don’t run around threatening people who can buy and sell your existence several times over... I’m just saying.
With that she shoves the mic back at Bowie and stalks off screen.
Bowie lifts the mic but the masked person shakes their head and pushes the microphone away. Slowly she reaches up and tugs at her mask, dirty blonde hair trickles over from under the hood until the face of assailant is revealed..
SEPHORA EASTWICK
The crowd and Bowie both make shocked sounds, but before Bowie can get any questions in, Sephora snatches the mic from their hand.
Sephora Eastwick:
I get it, you all have questions... why Sephora, whyyy. Simple. I go where the money is and since Gian hasn’t been booking me, I’ve been taking work on the side. It’s nothing personal Kymmy, but you’re a piece of shit and their money is good...
Sephora smiles and shrugs at the camera.
Sephora Eastwick:
Maybe next time, don’t run around threatening people who can buy and sell your existence several times over... I’m just saying.
With that she shoves the mic back at Bowie and stalks off screen.
Tag Team Match
Bethany Driver & Cheesecake VS Hammerstein & The Misery
All four people involved in this match questioned the General Manager decision to a degree. The more vocal about it was The Misery, who made it clear how teaming with Hammerstein, or anyone for what it’s worth, wasn’t something he’d look forward to. Bethany and Cheesecake were discussing who should start the match, with the B.A.D One letting the younger opponent start things off. Hammerstein looked like he was ready to take on the Aussie, but his partner charged at the pink haired girl and knocked her down with a clothesline, taking her and everyone else by surprise. A confused and annoyed Hammerstein went to his corner while The Misery was stomping his rival, staring at Tyron Bickerton while doing so. He picked Cheesecake up and tossed her in the corner, charging in and crashing against her boot. The young girl climbed on the middle rope and jumped at him with a crossbody. The Misery rolled through and lifted her over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position, dropping her down to the mat. After a couple of minutes, Cheesecake hit a tilt-a-whirl headscissors out of nowhere, changing the momentum of the match. She waited for the opponent to stand up and hit him with a standing dropkick, knocking him down once again. The Misery popped up to his feet and went for a right hand, ducked by Cheesecake who then jumped on his back and dropped him on his head with a reverse rana, hooking the leg for a cover that only gave her a two count. Cheesecake tagged Bethany in and the former ACM Champion charged at full speed at The Misery, levelling him with a lariat. When he got back to his feet, Beth was right on him with a forearm to the jaw, grabbing him by the wrist and pushing him against the ropes. Driver didn’t see it, but Hammerstein made the tag, sliding behind her back after she leapfrogged over The Misery and wrapping his arms around her waist. The masked man rebounded from the ropes and hit Beth with a Yakuza Kick into a Bridging German Suplex by the American Monster. Driver kicked out in two turning around to the mocking grin of Hammerstein who waved his hand at her, signaling with his index and thumb how close he was to defeat her. Beth wasted no time and connected a right hand to the jaw, to which Hammerstein answered with one of his own. Another right from Driver and one from his opponent, kick-starting an exchange of very stiff right punches, proof, if needed, that these two really were on the outs. Hammerstein connected with a ribs to the abdomen of Bethany who doubled over. Hammy hit the ropes and ran over her with the POUNCE, hooking both legs for a deep cover that saw Driver kicking out in two. Their rivalry has been going on for months, with Hammerstein always having the opponent’s number, a trend Bethany was trying to change, starting tonight. But the former Seattle Pro Heavyweight Champion seemed to alway be one step ahead of her, staying in control with various Hammerplexes, including a fisherman suplex with a bridge that almost got Driver. She created herself an opening with a dropkick to the knee repounding back from the ropes, followed by The B-A-DDT (double underhook ddt) The American Monster kicked out right before the three, slowly getting up although a bit dizzy. Using Bethany’s momentum against her, he turned a running crossbody into a spinning side slam. He then walked to his corner, but The Misery refuse to tag in, saying he only wanted to face Cheesecake. The two started arguing, things heated up with Hammy calling the black body suited man with a colorful array of compliments. In all response, The Misery called The Manic and walked out of the match, right when Bethany sneaked behind Hammerstein’s back and quickly rolled him up for a two count. Right when he was getting back to his feet, Driver followed with the Murder Graps Drive-By (Basement running knee) knocking him back once again. She then pulled him up only to drop him on his face with the Bethany Driver (Inverted snapmare driver). Instead of pinning him, she took a knee next to his laying opponent and whispered “See you in Montreal”, before tagging Cheesecake in. The pink haired Phoenix born climbed on the top rope and sealed the deal with the Star In The Night, taking home the win for her team. WINNER: Cheesecake & Bethany Driver BY: Pinfall (Star In The Night), 9:53 |
Bea Torres: "Show of hands, who's reaally surprised? Nobody? Yep..."
Jared Idol: "This team definitely wasn't born under a the best premises."
Bea Torres: "Oh well, all the better for Beth and Cheesecake, who got some wind behind their sails going into The Great White North.
Jared Idol: "This team definitely wasn't born under a the best premises."
Bea Torres: "Oh well, all the better for Beth and Cheesecake, who got some wind behind their sails going into The Great White North.
Cameras cut to the backstage interview area, where the new interviewer Bowie Kennedy is standing with a bright, beaming smile.
Bowie Kennedy:
Plenty of Millennium Wrestling action still to come here tonight, fans! But right now, we’d like to take you back to what happened a few moments ago.
A quick video package appears and replays the events of the tag team match earlier, where The Misery went out of his way to ruin the match for no apparent reason whatsoever. The fans boo in response to this, like they’ve had to drink the same sour lemonade twice in one day.
Bowie Kennedy:
Please welcome my guest at this time, Cheesecake!
A roar of approval from the fans in Ottawa as the pink-haired pixie skips into frame. Her small stature makes Bowie look tall by comparison. Standing at a teeny-tiny 4’11, this pint-sized pro wrestler is far more than meets the eye, as she’s proven time and time again since making her MWE debut.
However, what may not have been anticipated is the hulking mass of humanity that is Cheesecake’s bodyguard and “bestie”, Big Barv, who silently lumbers in behind her. He remains mute as he folds his arms and wears a menacing frown. Cheesecake appears peppy, though, as she stands by Chloe’s side.
Cheesecake:
Thanks for the time there, Bowie.
Bowie Kennedy:
No problem, Cheesecake! It’s my job after all! Anywho, back to the matter at hand. Cheesecake, your rivalry with The Misery and his manager The Manic, has reached new heights over the past few weeks. However, I believe we were all shocked to see The Misery’s discontent with the tag team match earlier tonight, your comments on his actions?
Cheesecake:
Lemme make one thing clear right now, if ya will… I don’t like The Misery. Hell, I’m sure most the damn locker room hates his guts. Same goes for his girly friend The Manic, too. That’s kinda why I did what I did back in Oz. Ya remember? When I rigged that cheesecake to explode in his face an’ he got real mad? Everyone loudly chantin’ “CHEESE-CAKE!” at him? Ya remember, Bowie, huh?
She grabs a firm hold of the interviewer’s arm and vigorously shakes it with excitement, like an overexcited child elated to have a new toy.
Cheesecake:
An’ then the time came for us to throw down at Dark Web. All of his tough talk, paradin’ around here with his so-called undefeated streak, an’ I beat him in that ring. One, two, three. That embarrassed him, Bowie. He ain’t ever been exposed as the bitch-ass chump he is like I had exposed him on that night, an’ it’s a moment he ain’t ever gonna forget. What ya saw out there tonight was fear. The Misery is afraid of Cheesecake. He knows I got his number, an’ he could sense that I was gonna put him down again. That’s why he ran for the hills out there tonight. He can spin any web o’ lies he likes… That he hates Hammerstein. Big friggin’ whoop, the guy’s an asshole. Fact of the matter is The Misery left the match coz he can’t face the embarrassment of losin’ to lil ol’ me twice.
Bowie Kennedy:
Do you think that could be why he’s been training The Manic to wrestle these past few weeks? So that he has more of a chance at defeating you when the time comes? To perhaps even the numbers against yourself and Tyron- sorry, Big Barv?
In response, Cheesecake lets out a prolonged, borderline cackling laugh. She slaps an open palm on her thigh as she pretends to wipe a stray tear from her eye.
Cheesecake:
The pair of ‘em can train ‘til the cows come home! It ain’t ever gonna be enough! Ya gonna need a whole lot more than that to take down my buddy Big Barv here. An’ yeah, that’s his name now… learn it.
She looks away from Bowie and into the camera.
Cheesecake:
Misery! Manic! I know y’all are watchin’ from whichever hidey hole ya hightailed it to tonight. I’mma do the only thing I think’s appropriate right now, an’ that’s challenge the pair of ya to a tag team match at the pay-per-view! Ya wanna prove ya got a set stuffed in that suit o’ yours, Misery? Ya wanna pay me back for kickin’ ya face in, Manic? Then prove it, bitches! Prove it!
In a blink of an eye, The Misery appears, knocking Big Barv in the back of the skull with a forearm, and quickly after, The Manic spins Cheesecake around with a cheek-reddening slap. The Manic and Cheesecake begin trading blows as Bowie disappears off-camera, and The Manic’s training seems to have paid off, as she manages to hold her own, though Cheesecake is still getting the majority of the offence in. Big Barv turns around and he and The Misery copy and paste their respective partner’s altercation and begin a fight of their own.
The Manic opens her arms, then brings them in with a well-timed bell clap to Cheesecake, her head being the fridge, and The Manic’s hands being the magnets. This dazes Cheesecake, allowing The Manic to place her right hand over Cheesecake’s face, and use enough force to slam the pink-haired pixie’s head into the wall a few steps behind her. Cheesecake slides down the wall and clasps her skull in pain. The Manic then turns her attention to Big Barv, who is still preoccupied with The Misery. She leans back, then jerks her head forward and spits a long, green mist into Barv’s eyes, temporarily blinding him. This gives The Misery the time to scramble over off-camera, then swiftly return with a steel pipe. He clobbers Big Barv right in the forehead and sends the large man onto his backside. The Misery drops the pipe and The Manic grins.
The Misery:
How’s that for proof? You want your match, Ophelia? You got it. See you two at the PPV.
Together, The Misery and The Manic walk offscreen and for a moment the camera dwells on the final shot of Cheesecake and Big Barv attending to their wounds.
Bowie Kennedy:
Plenty of Millennium Wrestling action still to come here tonight, fans! But right now, we’d like to take you back to what happened a few moments ago.
A quick video package appears and replays the events of the tag team match earlier, where The Misery went out of his way to ruin the match for no apparent reason whatsoever. The fans boo in response to this, like they’ve had to drink the same sour lemonade twice in one day.
Bowie Kennedy:
Please welcome my guest at this time, Cheesecake!
A roar of approval from the fans in Ottawa as the pink-haired pixie skips into frame. Her small stature makes Bowie look tall by comparison. Standing at a teeny-tiny 4’11, this pint-sized pro wrestler is far more than meets the eye, as she’s proven time and time again since making her MWE debut.
However, what may not have been anticipated is the hulking mass of humanity that is Cheesecake’s bodyguard and “bestie”, Big Barv, who silently lumbers in behind her. He remains mute as he folds his arms and wears a menacing frown. Cheesecake appears peppy, though, as she stands by Chloe’s side.
Cheesecake:
Thanks for the time there, Bowie.
Bowie Kennedy:
No problem, Cheesecake! It’s my job after all! Anywho, back to the matter at hand. Cheesecake, your rivalry with The Misery and his manager The Manic, has reached new heights over the past few weeks. However, I believe we were all shocked to see The Misery’s discontent with the tag team match earlier tonight, your comments on his actions?
Cheesecake:
Lemme make one thing clear right now, if ya will… I don’t like The Misery. Hell, I’m sure most the damn locker room hates his guts. Same goes for his girly friend The Manic, too. That’s kinda why I did what I did back in Oz. Ya remember? When I rigged that cheesecake to explode in his face an’ he got real mad? Everyone loudly chantin’ “CHEESE-CAKE!” at him? Ya remember, Bowie, huh?
She grabs a firm hold of the interviewer’s arm and vigorously shakes it with excitement, like an overexcited child elated to have a new toy.
Cheesecake:
An’ then the time came for us to throw down at Dark Web. All of his tough talk, paradin’ around here with his so-called undefeated streak, an’ I beat him in that ring. One, two, three. That embarrassed him, Bowie. He ain’t ever been exposed as the bitch-ass chump he is like I had exposed him on that night, an’ it’s a moment he ain’t ever gonna forget. What ya saw out there tonight was fear. The Misery is afraid of Cheesecake. He knows I got his number, an’ he could sense that I was gonna put him down again. That’s why he ran for the hills out there tonight. He can spin any web o’ lies he likes… That he hates Hammerstein. Big friggin’ whoop, the guy’s an asshole. Fact of the matter is The Misery left the match coz he can’t face the embarrassment of losin’ to lil ol’ me twice.
Bowie Kennedy:
Do you think that could be why he’s been training The Manic to wrestle these past few weeks? So that he has more of a chance at defeating you when the time comes? To perhaps even the numbers against yourself and Tyron- sorry, Big Barv?
In response, Cheesecake lets out a prolonged, borderline cackling laugh. She slaps an open palm on her thigh as she pretends to wipe a stray tear from her eye.
Cheesecake:
The pair of ‘em can train ‘til the cows come home! It ain’t ever gonna be enough! Ya gonna need a whole lot more than that to take down my buddy Big Barv here. An’ yeah, that’s his name now… learn it.
She looks away from Bowie and into the camera.
Cheesecake:
Misery! Manic! I know y’all are watchin’ from whichever hidey hole ya hightailed it to tonight. I’mma do the only thing I think’s appropriate right now, an’ that’s challenge the pair of ya to a tag team match at the pay-per-view! Ya wanna prove ya got a set stuffed in that suit o’ yours, Misery? Ya wanna pay me back for kickin’ ya face in, Manic? Then prove it, bitches! Prove it!
In a blink of an eye, The Misery appears, knocking Big Barv in the back of the skull with a forearm, and quickly after, The Manic spins Cheesecake around with a cheek-reddening slap. The Manic and Cheesecake begin trading blows as Bowie disappears off-camera, and The Manic’s training seems to have paid off, as she manages to hold her own, though Cheesecake is still getting the majority of the offence in. Big Barv turns around and he and The Misery copy and paste their respective partner’s altercation and begin a fight of their own.
The Manic opens her arms, then brings them in with a well-timed bell clap to Cheesecake, her head being the fridge, and The Manic’s hands being the magnets. This dazes Cheesecake, allowing The Manic to place her right hand over Cheesecake’s face, and use enough force to slam the pink-haired pixie’s head into the wall a few steps behind her. Cheesecake slides down the wall and clasps her skull in pain. The Manic then turns her attention to Big Barv, who is still preoccupied with The Misery. She leans back, then jerks her head forward and spits a long, green mist into Barv’s eyes, temporarily blinding him. This gives The Misery the time to scramble over off-camera, then swiftly return with a steel pipe. He clobbers Big Barv right in the forehead and sends the large man onto his backside. The Misery drops the pipe and The Manic grins.
The Misery:
How’s that for proof? You want your match, Ophelia? You got it. See you two at the PPV.
Together, The Misery and The Manic walk offscreen and for a moment the camera dwells on the final shot of Cheesecake and Big Barv attending to their wounds.
Singles Match
Knox VS Rebecca SaintAn interesting match between the number one contender for the Lockdown Championship Rebecca Saint and the resident Hackerman and thorn in everyone’s side Knox who came out of the gates with a big lariat. The aggressive start took Saint off guard, forcing her to roll out of the ring to escape the Hackerman’s stomps. He wasted no time to hit the ropes and send Rebecca against the barricades with a baseball slide, reaching her there and connecting a series of chops each one of them followed by the “Woooo” of the fans. He found time to sneak in a snap suplex on the floor before bringing the match back inside the ring, making the cover but only getting a two count out of it. Rebecca recovered quickly and gave Knox a taste of her striking ability with a series of swift three kicks to the leg, forcing him on his knee momentarily and swinging her leg for a roundhouse kick, impacting on Knox’ skull and knocking him down. Rebecca climbed on the second rope and pointed at the laying opponent, diving off and dropping the elbow to his chest. After a fast paced first part of the match with the two competitors not shying away from hitting each other with stiff strikes, trying to one up each other in an exchange of kicks to the chest, things slowed down after the five minutes mark. Knox had his opponent in a wrist lock, wisely targeting the right arm to take the Saint Hearted away from her. Rebecca rolled on the mat, getting back to her feet and doing a cartwheel, grabbing Knox arm and sliding her head under his arm, not only breaking free from the wristlock but lifting him with a northern lights suplex as well, holding the bridge for a two count. The Hackerman’s reaction was immediate, once again with a kick to the midsection that doubled Saint over, allowing him to whip her against the ropes and hit her with a bicycle kick as she rebounded back. Wasting no time, he started stomping her arm, picking her up and sending her in the corner. He charged at her with a back elbow, exiting the ring and, after grabbing her arm, taking a walk on the apron before jumping off, yanking her arm against the rope. Know was now firmly in control, working methodically on Rebecca’s right arm and shoulder. He had her now locked in a hammerlock, lifting her and dropping her on the right arm with a suplex, dropping into a cover for another near fall. The Uncanny Socialite tried a reaction with a right hook that lacked the necessary strength behind it to affect Knox, proof that his scrupulous work was paying dividends. Once again Rebecca found herself staring at the ceiling after an atomic/spinning heel kick combination, kicking out just in the nick of time. It was obvious that she needed to turn things around, perhaps a new strategy too now that her best shot had been taken away. Relying almost exclusively on her kicks now, she chopped Knox down with a series of kicks to the thigh, finishing the sequence with a bicycle knee and making the cover with a standing moonsault. If Knox targeted her arm to prevent her from using her finishing move, Rebecca did the same focusing on the leg he uses for his #000000, locking him in a knee bar. Luckily for Knox, the ropes weren’t too far away and he easily reached them, breaking the submission. A couple of minutes later, right when he was starting to build some momentum, Rebecca took him down with a leg sweep quickly grabbing his leg and applying another submission, the Saint’s Row, this time right in the middle of the ring. With nowhere to go, Knox tapped out. WINNER: Rebecca Saint BY: Submission (Saint’s Row), 10:38 |
Jared Idol: "Huge win for Rebecca!"
Bea Torres: "Hold on, she asked for a microphone..."
Bea Torres: "Hold on, she asked for a microphone..."
As the music fades out to nothing following her match, Rebecca stands right in the middle of the ring with a microphone clutched firmly within her right hand. She looks around to the cheering fans as she lifts it to her lips, her heavy breathing easily audible as she attempts to catch her breath following the hard fought battle with Knox mere moments ago.
Rebecca Saint:
First of all… I would like to say… This Great White North Tour we have been on over this past month has been amazing. It has been rare that I have had the opportunity to compete in front of the lovely Canadian fans. You have been so welcoming, respectful and accepting. And for that, I would like to extend my sincerest thank you.
While the fans cheer and whistle their approval, Rebecca clasps her other hand to her head with a noticeable wince. It seems as though her head took quite the pounding in that contest, and she may be in more pain than she is letting on.
Rebecca Saint:
What was I saying again… Ah, yes. There is a pay per view event coming up. One where I will face Selina Metzger for the Lockdown Championship. I am sure you have all noticed that I have remained quiet on the matter as of late… That is with good reason. Because I have been sitting back, taking notes. Watching. Studying. And Selina Metzger, you have been very impressive. You have thrown down all of those who stand in your way… Except for me.
Her stance stiffens as her face morphs into a scowl.
Rebecca Saint:
I have defeated you once, Metzger, and I shall do it again. As for the stipulation… I say we clash for the Lockdown title in a match type befitting of its name. Metzger...
A brief pause before Saint declares with a bellowing growl.
Rebecca Saint:
...Fight me inside a STEEL CAGE!
In a swift motion she hurls the microphone to the canvas, where it hits with a loud pop and fizzles out, from static to silence.
Singles Match
Lucie Callaway VS Sephora EastwickHands down, the toughest challenge so far for Lucie Callaway, as the young rookie took on the Empire Extreme Champion Sephora Eastwick. Surprisingly, the Belle Of The Brawl received some applauses and cheers as she walked down the ramp, most likely consequence of her revealing that she was the one behind the attacks at Kymmy Oliver. This put a half smile on her face, but it quickly faded as the bell rang. Lucie raised her hand, calling for a lock up and for a moment it looked like Sephora was going to engage with her in a test of strength, but instead she kicked Callaway in the stomach, sending her against the ropes and turning her inside out with a knee to the stomach. Eastwick was determined to put the young opponent away quickly, going all out from the get-go, showing no qualms in bending a few rules, like when Lucie was trying to pull herself up with the help of the ropes after a superkick and Seph just put her foot on the back of her head and pushed her against the bottom rope, holding her there even after the referee counted up to four, with the official seriously threatening to disqualify her if she didn’t let her go immediately. Things changed when Lucie was able to exploit her speed, stunning the Extreme Champion with a rolling back elbow rebounding from the ropes, after leapfrogging over Seph the first time. Eastwick was quickly back on her feet and went for a right hook, blocked by Lucie with her arm. She followed with a headbutt to the bridge of the nose, the first one of a series of rapid fire headbutts that knocked the champ down. The fans were now behind Lucie as she made her way to the top rope, looking down at the opponent before diving with a swanton bomb, a move made famous by her big sister with the name of Thrillkiller, landing perfectly on top of Eastwick and hooking the leg for a cover, getting real close to an upset win. Thanks also to a dull performance by the champ who didn’t seem to be in the best shape of her career, Lucie was in control, charging at Sephora and hitting her with a double knee to the face. Not without difficulty, Callaway lifted her on the top rope and climbed up as well, going for an avalanche hurricanrana. Eastwick blocked her and turned it into a devastating piledriver from the top rope that earned her a “Holy Shit” chant from the Ottawa fans. That had to be it, there was absolutely no way Lucie could kick out of it. Instead the young rookie shocked the world, raising her shoulder and staying in the match. Barely. The momentum was all on Sephora’s side, with the champion taking her time, almost toying with her opponent. This gave Lucie an opportunity to try a reaction, quickly frustrated by Sephora who pushed her and sent her colliding against the referee and nailing the Blue Light Special (pumphandle lifted into a reverse STO), making the cover for an easy three count. Too bad for her the referee was out after the the accidental bump. Seph’s thought could be resumed in the F word she screamed out in frustration before trying to wake up the referee. Accompanied by the fans boos, Kymmy Oliver rushed down the ramp and entered the ring. Sephora turned around to face her right when Kymmy was loading her fist with a brass knuckle, knocking out the champion with one single devastating punch. She then grabbed Lucie by the arm and dragged her on top of Sephora, shaking the referee before leaving the ring and slowly walking backwards up the ramp, watching as the official slowly made the three count and declared Lucie as the winner of this contest. WINNER: Lucie Callaway BY: Pinfall (Right Of Way), 11:09 |
Jared Idol: "Talk about a swift revenge from Kymmy!"
Bea Torres: "Oh boy... Look at Seph, she's fuming! I'm sure this isn't over between them..."
Jared Idol: "Far from it, I dare to say."
Bea Torres: "Oh boy... Look at Seph, she's fuming! I'm sure this isn't over between them..."
Jared Idol: "Far from it, I dare to say."
The cameras cut backstage to where a very tired Bethany Driver is trudging back to her locker room from the catering area with a bottle of water in hand to get changed out of her ring gear. Before she can make it, of course, she’s interrupted. Bowie Kennedy arrives, microphone in hand and full of questions, as always.
Bowie Kennedy:
Bethany, I was hoping I could get a few words about the match earlier tonight. You were team—
Kennedy is cut off by a deep sigh from Bethany. Both at being accosted by the interviewer, but, more importantly, by the arrival of someone she’s sure neither her nor Bowie wanted to see.
Bethany Driver:
You’re like a cockroach, you know?
The camera pans back to reveal Jacob Hammerstein.
Bethany Driver:
Scorching heat, numbing cold, pesticide, a good hard boot… and you keep just scuttling back out of the garbage again and again. What’s the matter, Jacob, you didn’t get enough earlier?
Hammerstein clenches his fists and starts to speak, but in a reversal of the very first time these two appeared in Millennium, Bethany cuts him off before he can answer.
Bethany Driver:
How did you enjoy that preview of our Last Man Standing match, Jacob?
Hammerstein lifts a clenched hand and opens his mouth, only to be cut off again.
Bethany Driver:
No one cares what you have to say, Jacob. You’ll shake your fists and stamp your feet and claim “You can’t beat me! I’ve won twice!” Blah, blah, blah. You, I, and all the fans see the writing on the wall. Not once have you ever been able to keep me down no matter how hard you’ve tried. You claimed that I wouldn’t walk away from our first match, and I did. You barely won our second match. And now the only way you can win is to make sure I can’t get back up. Something you have never been able to do, and you know you still can’t. You’re a man running scared.
Bowie steps back, not wanting to get caught between the pair. Bethany crosses her arms over her chest, as if daring him to come at her. After all, there’s no security to stop him tonight.
Hammerstein smirks at Bethany, his confidence seemingly not shaken by the loss.
Hammerstein:
Do you really think I care about the match earlier? If I had a real partner, and not that jerkoff, they’d still be scraping ya and Cheesecake off the mat. But, enjoy the win tonight, Bethany. It's the closest you'll ever get to actually beating me one on one.
Hammerstein turns to walk away, but Driver isn't done.
Bethany Driver:
Don’t stop believin,’ Jacob.
Yes, that was a bit of Journey there.
Because it will make it that much more entertaining for me when I am the Last Woman Standing.
Done with Hammerstein for the night, Bethany turns on her heel and resumes her course back toward her locker room. Hammerstein looks at Kennedy and shrugs, a sheepish grin on his face.
Hammerstein:
Well, what can ya say to that?
Bowie shrugs also. Hammerstein holds up his index finger, an “AHA!” type expression on his face.
Hammerstein:
Oh yeah! I know!
The American Monster strikes suddenly, driving his forearm into the back of Bethany's head. Driver stumbles forward into the wall of the arena. While she's trying to regain her bearings from the attack, Hammerstein grabs a steel chair. With her back exposed to Hammerstein, the American monster slams The chair across her shoulder blades. Bethany falls to her knees, in obvious pain. Hammerstein pushes her to the floor with his boot, and begins repeatedly slamming the chair across her back. At first, Driver tries to get to her hands and knees, but Hammerstein keeps slamming the chair into Bethany's back until her movement slows to an almost stop. The American Monster takes a step back, breathing heavily and holding the bent chair in his hand. Amazingly, Driver begins to push herself up from the floor, although she can only manage to push her head and upper torso up. Hammerstein grins wickedly, takes aim, and swings the chair, hitting Bethany on the back of the head. Driver's face slaps the concrete floor as she passes into unconsciousness. Hammerstein throws the chain onto her motionless body.
Hammerstein:
Get up from that, Bethany.
Hammerstein flashes a sinister smile at Bowie before turning to walk away. As he walks out of frame, he leaves one parting shot.
Hammerstein:
I hate fuckin Journey!
Singles Match
Robbie "MF" Bourbon VS Duke AndrewsThe bell rings as Bourbon and Andrews spend some time jawing at each other. They approach, and Andrews lays a big right handed slap across Bourbon’s face. Bourbon’s head turns as Andrews points at Robbie and continues to yell at him. Bourbon turns and grabs Andrews by the wrist with his left hand, then by the throat with his right, and nails Earth’s Mightiest Chokeslam quickly! Robbie goes for a cover but only gets a 2 count. Robbie peels Andrews up from the mat and throws a right hand, still holding Andrews by the beard. Another right from Robbie. A third, but Andrews blocks and kicks Bourbon in the stomach! Andrews backs off as Robbie releases his grip and posts up in the corner! Bourbon turns and Andrews nails the Killshot! Bourbon goes down and Andrews goes for the cover, getting a 2 count before pulling Bourbon’s head up from the mat! He wiggles his finger as if to say ‘no’ and the referee checks on him to see why he gave up on the pin! Andrews lifts Bourbon to his feet, goes to the corner, and charges back with another Killshot! Bourbon stumbles and falls through the ropes to the apron! Andrews grabs the top rope and puts a boot down on the head of the fallen Bourbon, grinding his heel into Robbie’s chin. The referee gives a five count, and Andrews lets go of the ropes. He drags Bourbon into the ring by the ankle, and while holding it, waves a hand in the air signaling a hold! Andrews sets in a figure four leglock on Bourbon! Bourbon is howling in pain, and looks ready to tap out! Robbie reaches back for the ropes, but Andrews posts up and drags himself and Bourbon away from the ropes! Bourbon grabs at his mask and is in agony as Andrews leans back with the hold, applying more torque! Bourbon muscles over and reverses the hold, putting all the torque on Andrews! Andrews releases the hold! Both Bourbon and Andrews pull themselves up from the mat with the aide of opposite ropes. Andrews points at Bourbon and pats his knee, signalling another Killshot! Andrews charges, and Bourbon sidesteps as Andrews throws one leg over the top rope, straddling himself on it! Bourbon grabs the top rope and gives it a considerable shake before slingshotting Andrews off of it and into the ring on the mat! Bourbon follows up with a snap legdrop! Another snap leg drop and Bourbon goes for a cover, getting a 2 count! Bourbon, undeterred, lifts Andrews up off the mat and carries him to the corner, setting him up in the Tree of Woe! Bourbon backs off to the opposite corner, and charges back with a diving shoulder block to Andrews’s exposed midsection! Andrews falls out of the Tree of Woe looking broken in half as Bourbon stands. The crowd cheers the big man and the insane impact they just saw, and Robbie raises both fists at 45 degree angles! Robbie lifts Andrews by the head and places it between his thighs, readying for a Robbiebomb! Andrews drops to a knee! Robbie rolls his eyes, and grips Andrews around the waist, but Andrews counters with a back body drop! Andrews slowly turns and locks in a headlock on the ground! Bourbon kicks at the mat, and slowly gets to his knees as Andrews stands! Andrews with knuckles to Bourbon’s cranium while holding the headlock! Bourbon lifts Andrews for a back drop, but comes back down as Andrews cinches in the headlock and throws more knuckles! Bourbon on a knee still, and Andrews releases the headlock and goes for a buzzsaw kick! Bourbon blocks, but Andrews spins back and lands the Red, White, and Blue Combo on Bourbon! Bourbon reels backward from it, and Andrews leaps and sets in the GoodNight! Bourbon is locked in the hold as the crowd goes wild! Robbie lifts Andrews up, and looks to counter with a Robbiebomb! Andrews releases the hold and hops down, hits a forearm to Robbie, and charges the ropes! On the rebound, Robbie hits the deck as Andrews leaps over him. This time as Andrews comes back, Robbie with a side knee, and a release fisherman suplex! Bourbon adjusts his mask as he sits on his butt, winded by the extensive action in the match so far. He gets to his feet as Andrews rolls and is on hands and knees! Bourbon with a double axe handle to Andrews! Bourbon with another double axe handle to Andrews! Bourbon gets Andrews to his feet and throws an echoing overhand paintbrush chop! Andrews retaliates with a back chop! Another back chop from Andrews! Andrews with a release fisherman suplex of his own! Andrews signals for the Andrews Effect! Andrews with Bourbon on his shoulders, Bourbon counters with a victory roll! Victory roll gets 2, and Andrews rolls out of the ring! Andrews waves off the match, heading to the back ready to take a 10 count as the fans jeer this move! Suddenly, Misteireach comes out! He grabs Andrews and rushes him back to the ring and throws him in to Bourbon! The referee calls for the disqualification due to Misteireach interfering! WINNER: Wrestler BY: Method, Time |
Andrews is back in the ring as Misteireach hops up onto the apron! Andrews looks at Misteireach, then back around at Robbie. Robbie with a boot to the gut! Robbie lifts Andrews up for the Robbiebomb. At the same time, Misteireach leapfrogs onto the top rope! Misteireach bounds again, doing a 180, before springboarding off with a moonsault and catching Andrews just as Robbie finishes the Robbiebomb!
Jared Idol: “Holy cow, what was that!”
Bea Torres: “Duke Andrews just got double imploded by Bourbon and Misteireach!”
Jared Idol: “Double imploded? It’s like they tried to make him a part of the mat itself!”
Jared Idol: “Holy cow, what was that!”
Bea Torres: “Duke Andrews just got double imploded by Bourbon and Misteireach!”
Jared Idol: “Double imploded? It’s like they tried to make him a part of the mat itself!”
After the double team attack on Duke Andrews, the native son of Michigan and apparent hater of Canada, is looking to make it to his feet. He crawls to the corner and rests on one knee while leaning a bit on the middle rope. The great fans of Canada don’t exactly have much sympathy for him. But suddenly the sound system in the arena blasts out “Kryptonite” by 3 Doors Down! The fans come alive with cheers now instead of the jeers directed at Duke. For his part? Andrews rolls his eyes and starts preparing himself for a slice of humble pie.
Jared Idol:
Well, looks like it's just going from bad to worse for Duke..
Bea Torres:
Yeah, CM is about to join the party, and get his rightful revenge on the man who betrayed him!
The fans grow even louder as after a few seconds of the song Christian Michaels finally walks onto the stage. Not booked to wrestle tonight, CM stands at the top of the stage in street clothes. He pops his neck a bit and looks out at the fans. An instant later and Michaels charges down the aisle and slides in the ring under the bottom rope! Andrews has managed to get himself to his feet and is propped up by the corner. He’s apparently ready to offer whatever resistance he’d be able to muster against his comeuppance.
CM:
Duke Andrews!
Christian shouted into a mic he’d retrieved from his back pocket after getting in the ring.
CM:
Ya know I look across the ring at you right now and I see someone ripe for the picking. I see a backstabbing piece of trash that it’d serve right to take out every bit of frustration he’s put me through this year…
Duke screams from across the ring for Michaels to come at him then.
CM:
Ya’d like that wouldn’t ya Duke? For me to lower myself down to taking advantage of you in a weakened state? Just like you did me a few months back? Yeah I know you would, but that I ain’t what I’m about man. See I said it after you distracted me last week costing me and Simon our match: Something’s gotta give in this war between you an I. I’m tired of needing a pair of eyes in the back of my head to see what rock you’re crawlin out from under. Tired of it!
The proud southerner glaring a hole through his once friend. He paces in a corner of his own for a moment.
CM:
Duke while you been out here getting handed ya ass, I was in the back talkin to the boss about puttin an end to this thing between us. And as we tossed ideas back an forth, one thing I realized is that this thing between us? It ain’t gonna be over until one of us beats the hell outta the other one so badly that they can’t take it no more! It won’t be over until one of us literally quits on the match…
Michaels grins.
CM:
So that’s why next weekend Duke? It’s you and me one on one one more time….There’s no pinfalls, no count outs, and no disqualifications. You and me will be free to beat the hell out of each other for as long as the other can take it! Because Duke, you silly bastige, our match doesn’t end until one of us says “I Quit!”
There’s a bit of a gasp from the fans. Many of them who’ve followed Duke vs CM can’t believe that friends who were as close as they were have gotten to this point. I Quit matches are known to be brutal affairs that test just how much one man can take. They’re the perfect match to find an opponent’s breaking point!
CM:
See ya then Dukey.
Christian drops his mic and turns to leave the ring. But Andrews seems like he ain’t ready to let his former friend have the last word so easily. Duke propels himself out of the corner and charges in at Michaels. CM hears the footsteps, and probably half expected it anyways. He plants on his right foot and with the left connects with a thunderous superkick to Duke’s jaw! Duke is crumpled to the mat as Michaels stands over him shaking his head.
Spider is seen in her locker room. She doesn’t appear to notice the camera behind her. She holds a phone in her tattooed hand, a gentle smile on her face as she listens to the voice on the other end.
Spider
Yeah? Do you think we’re ready for it?
There’s a moment of silence. Whatever they’re discussing appears to please her. Her smile grows. She brushes away a stray lock of blonde hair that’s fallen into her face, twirling it absentmindedly around her finger.
Spider
Definitely. It’s a big deal, for sure.
Another pause.
Spider
Yeah, I just have to do this match thing and I’ll be on the first flight out.
Spider sighs, stretching out as she holds the phone to her ear with her shoulder.
Spider
Sounds like a plan. I’ll talk to you soon, alright? Awesome.
Before she can say goodbye, she spots the cameraman behind her. Spider grits her teeth, hanging up and sneering at the crewman.
Spider
Real professional. Does privacy mean nothing to you?
She bumps him as she storms from the locker room. The show cuts back to the next match.
Tag Team Match
Olivia Wythe & Levi VS The BreeTee Committee
Ten days from another shot at the MWE Tag Titles, The BreeTee Committee was set to face Olivia and Levi who recently got back to their winning ways in the tag team division in what promised to be a great match between two teams already familiar to each other, having crossed paths in more than one occasion in the past. The two powerhouse of the respective teams started things off with a test of strength that saw Bree getting the upper hand and whipping Olivia against the ropes. Wythe rebounded back with a shoulder tackle but, as strong as the impact was, it only knocked Smith a few steps back. Olivia looked surprised and gave it another try, to the same result. She then invited her opponent to do the same, Bree obliged taking a run to the ropes and charging at Olivia at full speed, connecting a shoulder tackle of her own. Wythe stayed on her feet. The fans were loving this, even more when it turned into a slugfest with the two competitors hitting each other with an endless series of forearm shots. Olivia gave further proof of her strength by lifting the opponent in a stalling suplex before dropping her on her back. She tagged Levi in, and the Baby K climbed on the top rope, waiting for Luna to stand before launching herself against her with a crossbody, obtaining a two count. Levi’s agility created more than some problem to Bree, her speed allowing her to stay always one step ahead of the opponent, connecting with the springboard hurricanrana she calls It’s Hot In Topeka. A rookie mistake, since the momentum of the move sent Bree close to her corner, allowing Teegs to get the tag and enter the ring. The fresh member of the BreeTee Committee took back control with a stiff single leg running high knee that knocked Levi down. Slowing the pace, Gallagher applied a modified cross legged STF right in the centre of the ring. When it started to become clear that her young partner couldn’t find a way out of the submission, Olivia stepped into the ring and kicked Teegs on the back, forcing her to relinquish the hold. Sneaking away from a suplex attempt, Levi reached the corner and made the tag to Olivia, who quickly turned things around sending Teagan against the ropes and catching her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Teegs was slowly making it back to her feet when Olivia hit her with the Shining Wythezard that only gave her a two count. Teegs managed to get some wind in her sails with a quick striking combination, until Wythe blocked her kick and took her down with a dragon screw. When she was getting back up, Olivia locked her arms around her waist and deadlifted her with a german suplex. She then made the tag back to Levi and the two rookies worked as a well oiled machine with with a doomsday device that forced Bree to break the pin to keep the match alive. And it was only when Smith finally received the tag that things started looking up for the number one contenders. Bree’s raw power was too much for Levi to handle, and the blonde girl quickly turned the tables with the Powerboom (sitout powerbomb followed by a sliding lariat). Her full arsenal was on display tonight, including a Dropdown Gutbuster and the series of German Suplexes she calls The Power Of Bree, with the last one being bridged. Levi kicked out, desperately trying to reach her partner to make the tag. Bree grabbed her by the leg and dragged her away all the way back in her corner, where Teagan tagged her on the back. With a variation on what the usual version of the WHOOPAH! this time it was Bree providing the assist with the exploder suplex while Teegs hit the codebreaker and made the cover, getting the three count and the win. WINNER: BreeTee Committee BY: Pinfall (WHOOPAH!), 13:28 |
Bea Torres: "Another great performance for Olivia and Levi, but tonight, it just wasn't enough."
Jared Idol: "Bree and Teegs have been on a roll ever since earning another shot at gold."
Jared Idol: "Aye. They keep proving that they belong in the triple threat with Jetpack and Happy Few. I'm not going to lie, that's one of the matches I'm looking forward the most."
A “recorded earlier” note appears at the bottom of the screen as we find ourselves outside of the arena entirely. We get a brief shot of fans lined up to enter the building before the camera pans up the steps, where The Mighty Now Thrive are seen protesting. Null has a megaphone in hand, shouting into it with a crazed look in his eyes. For his part, Kid Terra is simply holding a sign that reads “Conspiracy Victims!” and looking very much like he would rather be anywhere else.
Null
FOR WORKERS HAVE BEEN TRAMPLED ON SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME! INNOVATION WAS BUILT OFF THE BACKS OF THE MANY, YET FEW REAP THE REWARDS! HOW LONG MUST WE ENDURE THE VICIOUS CYCLE?
FOR WORKERS HAVE BEEN TRAMPLED ON SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME! INNOVATION WAS BUILT OFF THE BACKS OF THE MANY, YET FEW REAP THE REWARDS! HOW LONG MUST WE ENDURE THE VICIOUS CYCLE?
Clearly we came in the middle of a big speech.
Null
WE SEE IT IN THE FAVORITISM SHOWN EVEN HERE AT MILLENNIUM! TAG MATCHES WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT RECOGNIZED TEAMS! A GROSS MISREPRESENTATION OF THE DIVISION WE PROUDLY PARTAKE IN! WERE EIGHT SINGLES MATCHES NOT ENOUGH TO SATIATE THEIR GREED? WE SEEK EQUAL REPRESENTATION!
Kid Terra
…. for fucks sake.
WE SEE IT IN THE FAVORITISM SHOWN EVEN HERE AT MILLENNIUM! TAG MATCHES WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT RECOGNIZED TEAMS! A GROSS MISREPRESENTATION OF THE DIVISION WE PROUDLY PARTAKE IN! WERE EIGHT SINGLES MATCHES NOT ENOUGH TO SATIATE THEIR GREED? WE SEEK EQUAL REPRESENTATION!
Kid Terra
…. for fucks sake.
Null turns to Terra, a glint in his eyes.
Null
YES MY BROTHER! WE CANNOT ALLOW THIS TO CONTINUE! NOR CAN WE ALLOW JETPACK TO HOLD THESE TITLES AND DO THEM A DISSERVICE! FOR HOW CAN THEY CALL THEMSELVES CHAMPIONS IF THEY THEMSELVES REFUSE TO CHAMPION OUR DIVISION? THEY DO NOT REPRESENT THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE!
YES MY BROTHER! WE CANNOT ALLOW THIS TO CONTINUE! NOR CAN WE ALLOW JETPACK TO HOLD THESE TITLES AND DO THEM A DISSERVICE! FOR HOW CAN THEY CALL THEMSELVES CHAMPIONS IF THEY THEMSELVES REFUSE TO CHAMPION OUR DIVISION? THEY DO NOT REPRESENT THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE!
Whether it's due to them seeing Millennium wrestlers or just agreeing with Null, and God help us all if that's true, the fans have not stopped cheering. Taking this as a sign, Null nods rapidly before continuing on.
Null
IT WAS SAID THAT THERE SHALL BE NO TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION!
IT WAS SAID THAT THERE SHALL BE NO TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION!
Okay he lost me here. And judging by Terra's face, he's just as lost.
Null
OUR TAXATION IS A DWINDLING NUMBER OF MATCHES! WE ARE PUNISHED FOR HIGHLIGHTING THE CRIMES OF MANY, CRIMES THAT THEY WOULD RATHER IGNORE! THEY WISH TO SILENCE US, TO SILENCE THE PEOPLE WHO CRY OUT FOR JUSTICE, AND WE SHALL NOT LET IT STAND! WE NAME THESE CRIMINALS NOW!
OUR TAXATION IS A DWINDLING NUMBER OF MATCHES! WE ARE PUNISHED FOR HIGHLIGHTING THE CRIMES OF MANY, CRIMES THAT THEY WOULD RATHER IGNORE! THEY WISH TO SILENCE US, TO SILENCE THE PEOPLE WHO CRY OUT FOR JUSTICE, AND WE SHALL NOT LET IT STAND! WE NAME THESE CRIMINALS NOW!
Security can be seen talking amongst themselves, a fact that's picked up by Terra as he lowers the sign ever so slightly. Null is oblivious, continuing to yell at the fans.
Null
THE BROTHERS MCMILLAIN, SCOUNDRELS! JETPACK, SILENT WITNESSES TO THE CRIMES AND THEREFORE COMPLICIT! THE HAPPY FEW, HAPPY TO ALLOW THIS BEHAVIOR SO LONG AS IT BENEFITS THEM! AND THOUGH IT PAINS ME, THE BREETEE COMMITTEE, WHO STOLE OUR RIGHTFUL VICTORY! THIEVES!
THE BROTHERS MCMILLAIN, SCOUNDRELS! JETPACK, SILENT WITNESSES TO THE CRIMES AND THEREFORE COMPLICIT! THE HAPPY FEW, HAPPY TO ALLOW THIS BEHAVIOR SO LONG AS IT BENEFITS THEM! AND THOUGH IT PAINS ME, THE BREETEE COMMITTEE, WHO STOLE OUR RIGHTFUL VICTORY! THIEVES!
This is met with a good amount of boos, prompting Null to raise a hand.
Null
IT PAINS ME, BUT THE TRUTH MUST BE SAID! ALL OF THEM HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO VILLAINY, AND ALL SHALL ATONE! FOR THE DAY OF RECKONING SHALL COME, AND ON THAT DAY THE PEOPLE WILL RISE AGAINST OPPRESSORS AND TAKE WHAT THEY HAVE RIGHTFULLY EARNED! AND ON THAT DAY, WE SHALL TAKE THE TAG TEAM TITLES THAT WE WERE UNFAIRLY DENIED! WE SHALL HAVE OUR MOMENT, OH YES, WE SHALL!
IT PAINS ME, BUT THE TRUTH MUST BE SAID! ALL OF THEM HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO VILLAINY, AND ALL SHALL ATONE! FOR THE DAY OF RECKONING SHALL COME, AND ON THAT DAY THE PEOPLE WILL RISE AGAINST OPPRESSORS AND TAKE WHAT THEY HAVE RIGHTFULLY EARNED! AND ON THAT DAY, WE SHALL TAKE THE TAG TEAM TITLES THAT WE WERE UNFAIRLY DENIED! WE SHALL HAVE OUR MOMENT, OH YES, WE SHALL!
Security begins to move in closer, Terra now dropping the sign completely.
Kid Terra
We need to go.
Null
AND GO WE SHALL! TO THE PROMISED LAND, MY FRIEND! FOR TONIGHT, WE DISPATCH OF THE HAPPY FEW! THEY SHALL KNEEL BEFORE THE MIGHTY AND REPENT FOR THEIR CRIMES! AND THEN WE MARCH FORWARD, TAKING OUR TITLES!
Kid Terra
No, we need to go now.
Null
HM?
We need to go.
Null
AND GO WE SHALL! TO THE PROMISED LAND, MY FRIEND! FOR TONIGHT, WE DISPATCH OF THE HAPPY FEW! THEY SHALL KNEEL BEFORE THE MIGHTY AND REPENT FOR THEIR CRIMES! AND THEN WE MARCH FORWARD, TAKING OUR TITLES!
Kid Terra
No, we need to go now.
Null
HM?
The first of the security guards makes it atop the steps, one hand up while the other rests on his utility belt. Approaching the duo, the guard takes a few cautious steps before Null strikes, kicking him in the chest and sending him tumbling backwards. The guard collides with the rest of security as Terra grabs Null by the back of his shirt, pulling him to safety.
Null
WE SHALL NOT BE SILENCED! WE SHALL NOT BE CONTAINED! WE WILL EXPOSE THE DECEIT AND LIES NO MATTER WHAT! THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE! THE TRUTH IS OUT-
WE SHALL NOT BE SILENCED! WE SHALL NOT BE CONTAINED! WE WILL EXPOSE THE DECEIT AND LIES NO MATTER WHAT! THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE! THE TRUTH IS OUT-
The megaphone cuts off abruptly as Terra forcefully yanks Null, the two running into the safety of the arena. Security slowly pull themselves up, rushing in to follow as the feed suddenly cuts off.
Singles Match
The former Lockdown champion knew what was at stake tonight in this match against Constantine who has been quickly climbing the ranks here in Millennium too. The match started with the two competitors locking up in the middle of the ring. Luna quickly switched to a Muay Thai Clinch position and surprised him with a swift elbow to the temple. Stunned, Chris stumbled back into the corner where Luna hit him with a high knee, pushing him on the mat and ascending to the top rope. She seemed ready for the Stardom, looking to score a record win when Constantine’s giant bodyguard Deacon Lewis dragged his employer out of the ring, saving him from what could have potentially been an embarrassing loss. Luna shook his head while the referee warned the 7’2’’ bodyguard that, should he try another interference, he’d be banned from ringside. The former Lockdown Champion wasn’t as diplomatic, diving onto the giant with a senton and wiping him out. Deacon had the alertness of pushing Chris away, saving him from the impact and offering him an opening he didn’t waste, grabbing Luna and sending her crashing against the ring post. The referee count had reached nine when he rolled the blonde girl back in the ring, after dropping her on the apron with a powerbomb. He quickly made a cover, arguing with the ref when she kicked out. The match went on with Chris easily keeping control, hitting the opponent with a series of knife edge chops in the corner. He then lifted her on top of the turnbuckle, climbing up and dropping her down with a superplex, hooking the leg for another near fall. Keeping the pressure on, he picked her up and connected with a few euro uppercuts, placing her head between his thighs and calling for the American Strong Piledriver. He even lifted her, but Luna was able to shift her bodyweight and block the move. Constantine tried again, but Luna was able to resist, dropping on her knee. He eventually gave up, opting for a roundhouse kick to the kneeling opponent, ducked by Luna who then rolled him up almost stealing the win. The final part of the match saw the former Lockdown Champion turning the tides when Chris whipped her against the ropes and she rebounded against them with a handspring into an enziguri kick, leaving Constantine stunned and following with a running spanish fly for another near fall. A devastating Muay Thai striking combination knocked the Chimera Corp member out, allowing her to make a cover for what would have been a three count if it wasn’t for Olivia grabbing her husband foot and leaning it on the rope. The referee saw her out of the corner of his eye and took his decision. Olivia and Deacon were out! They couldn’t believe it, and neither could Chris who was only now getting back to his knees. But the official stood his decision, and the two had to leave. Luna went to pick Constantine up and got a thumb in her eye from CCJ, who quickly rolled her up, getting real close to win the match. The two competitors met once again in the middle of the ring, for one last brawl exchange. With the last energy, Chris kicked the opponent in the stomach and got in position for the American Strong Piledriver. Before he could do anything, Cass Baumer jumped over the barricade and took her vengeance superkicking Constantine and forcing the ref to call for the bell. WINNER: Chris Constantine Junior BY: DQ (Outside Interference), 12:47 |
Jared Idol: "Another run in from a Riot member..."
Bea Torres: "Hey, at least this time they didn't hurt anyone... Poor Gian!"
Jared Idol: "No they didn't... But this has to stop somehow."
Bea Torres: "I believe Chris is thinking the same... And he might have an idea or two about how to do it."
NEON:
誰があなたに私の家族を vilify 権利を与えましたか?
Her words cause the camera to come to life. The woman known as NEON is sitting on a bench just outside of the locker room. Her right hand raises up and pour some of her vanilla muscle milk into her mouth.
NEON:
誰がやったんだ?
NEON takes another gulp as June Oikawa steps into the scene. She glances at NEON before she turns her attention to the camera.
June Oikawa:
NEON poses an interesting question—who has given you all the right to vilify The Happy Few?
A moment passes before NEON speaks up.
NEON:
近江、または SERO が誰かを刺しましたか? 俺、誰かを刺したのか? 私たちは野球のバットで人々を殴りましたか? 型テイザーピストル見た? いいえ、ありません。あなたはめったに私たちがカンニングを見たことがない。
June nods.
June Oikawa:
NEON asks if you have ever seen her or siblings stab anyone? Have you seen them assault people with baseball bats? You have seen them tase anyone? The answer to all those questions happens to be no. In fact, you have rarely seen The Happy Few cheat within the ring. However, you have seen others within Millennium commit those dubious acts time and time again.
A second or two passes as NEON thinks to herself.
NEON:
強大な今繁栄、私はあなたに質問をしてみましょう...
June Oikawa:
The Mighty Now Thrive, NEON would like to ask you a question…
NEON shakes her head.
NEON:
フーリガンはミレニアムをハッキングしたとき、あなたの正義感はどこにありましたか? その間抜けが人々の個人情報を公開していたとき、あなたはどこにいましたか? 何をしましたか?
A tiny smirk comes to her face.
NEON:
ああ、そうです—あなたは何もしませんでした!
June nods.
June Oikawa:
NEON is curious where your sense of justice was when that “hooligan Knox,” as she put it, was hacking Millennium and releasing people’s private information. What actions did you take to put an end to his wicked ways? What retribution did you deliver?
June shook her head.
June Oikawa:
You did nothing. You did nothing at all. But The Happy Few? They took justice and vengeance into their own hands. In truth, they should have been praised.
NEON takes another sip of her drink before she proceeds.
NEON:
あなたは正義のマーベリックスではありません。この野郎!
A quizzical looks crosses June’s face as she starts to translate.
June Oikawa:
She says you are not mavericks of justice. You are just a couple of self-righteous pricks.
NEON starts to laugh.
NEON:
でも、いいわ。あなたは自分から殴られた自己義を持っているでしょう。
June goes to translate, but NEON raises her hand.
NEON:
No Need. They will understand once the bell rings.
The picture soon fades out.
Tag Team Match
The Happy Few VS The Mighty Now Thrive
After complaining for weeks about not being given enough chanches and being overlooked, Null and Kid Terra had now the oppoertunity to stake their claims as they took on one of the two teams that will challenge Jetpack for the titles at The Great White North PPV. The Happy Few have been impressive since their debut, getting real close to win the titles at Dark Web when OMI actually pinned Penny Kaplan in the exact same moment Jet had her sister NEON with the shoulders on the mat. Null was the one chosen to start the match for his team, taking on the Tiny Dragon. The Wolf Boy brought all the frustration accumulated in these weeks and passion shown on his passion to the ring, exploding out of his corner with a spear as soon as the bell rang, taking NEON down on the mat and sliding in a side headlock, using his free hand to punch her face. The japanese made it back up to her feet and pushed him against the ropes, jumping over him with a leapfrog as he rebounded back anddropping down on the mat after he hit the ropes once more. Null avoided her with a somersault, getting up to his feet and jumping backwards with a back handspring wrapping his legs around NEON's neck and flipping her over with a headscissors, following up with a shining wizard to take the Tiny Dragon down. NEON finally found a way to contain Null's exhuberance, countering a top rope diving crossbody with a superkick. As Null got back to his feet, she applied a side headlock to slow down the pace of the match, connecting a few knee strikes to his head from that position. With the opponent stunned, NEON put her head under his arm and her arm around his waist, dropping him on his back with a northern lights suplex followed by a double foot sromp. sitting on his chest and hooking the leg for a count of two. OMI was now legal after the tag, quickly reaching Null who was trying to reach his corner and applting a waistlock. She tried to lift him for a german suplec, blocked by the member of TMNT. Thinking quickly, she grabbed his arm and spun her around right into a ripcord clothesline.The Terranova Rockstar on the outside was eager to step into the ring trying to spur his partner in this moment of struggle and inviting the fans to do the same. OMI kept hitting Null with her stiff shots, leeping him away from his corner. Two kicks on the leg and one on the chest when he dropped to his knee were the prelude for the Ame-no-Tataku, but the Buzzsaw Kick missed the mark as Null ducked it, quickly getting back to his feet and surprising OMI with a reverse rana. Both opponents were now down, crawling to the respective corners and making the tags simultaneously. Kid Terra entered the ring ducking NEON's clothesline and jumping on the ropes, bouncing back from them with a crossbody. He stayed on the attack, kicking NEON as she was getting up with a rising kick to the shoulder. The japanese wrestler immediately clutched it in pain, but Kid didn't take any pity, kicking her on the chest repeatedly, charging at the ropes and knocking her down with a single leg running knee, finally making the cover after a springboard moonsault. The Tiny Dragon endured the initial outburst of her opponent, kicking out from a tornado ddt as well and waiting for the opportunity to change the course of this contest. The chance came when Kid Terra sent her in the corner, taking a moment before charging in. By now she already started rushing at him, jumping and wrapping her legs around his torso catching him into a trinagle armbar. And on the injured arm, if that wasn't enough. Null saved his partner with a kick to the back of NEON's head. The japanese got back on her feet and stared down at Null, turning her back on Terra who quickly rolled her up in a pinning predicament. The match now surpassed the ten minutes mark, with Null and NEON now going at it. The wolf boy charged in and met a boot to the stomach. Holding him in a suplex like position, she drove her knee right to the face for her Shuttershock. Null got close to the win after a low drokick/curb stomp combination, lookimg shocked when she kicked out. But in the end, The Tiny Dragon crushed the last resilience the opponent put up with a series of hard kicks and punches, leaving him bent forward perfectly positioned for her running spike ddt. Keeping an eye on Kid Terra she made the cover for a two count. NEON had a big smile on her face as she moved behind Null's back, planting him on the mat with the Ketsueki Toll (Bridging Dragon Suplex). Kid Terra tried the save, but he wished he didn't when OMI hit him with Super Cyclone, turning off the lights for him while the referee counted to tree. WINNER: The Happy Few BY: Pinfall (Ketsueki Toll), 13:36 |
Jared Idol: "OMI and NEON did it again!"
Bea Torres: "Nobody can take anything away from them.. They keep taking down whoever is put on their path."
Jared Idol: "Aye. Much like their brother SERO. Can you imagine if they take the titles next Sunday? The Happy Few will be ruling over MWE."
Bea Torres: "Hmmm... JETPACK 4EVAH!"
The scene cuts backstage to Megan Rydell pacing back and forth in front of a camera and she doesn’t look happy.
Megan Rydell:
What the fuck is this? What kind of TAG MATCH IS THIS!?
She stops in front of the camera and scoffs.
Megan Rydell:
Really? You’re going to team me with that bitch, Spider?
She shakes her head.
Megan Rydell:
And then? Then you’re going to put us up against Tobie and Tiff? Just surround me with every single one of my enemies? How could you? How DARE you?
She looks down and shakes her head before she begins to laugh.
Megan Rydell:
That’s the narrative that someone weak would play. I’m not going to sit here and play victim. I’m not going to look like some weak little bitch. I won’t pull a Melissa Reeves, who’s made a career out of complaining about how management is always against her.
Meg laughs and shakes her head.
Megan Rydell:
Nah, I take this shit in stride. It doesn’t matter who you put on me team, it could be an idiot like Brendan Callaghan, and I’d still carry them to victory.
She shrugs.
Megan Rydell:
Simply put? That’s what I do. And tonight? I finally get my hands on Tobie and I’m going to show her why fucking with me and my business was this biggest mistake of her life. Got it? Good. See you bitches out there. I’ll show you all how it’s done.
Meg walks past the camera and the scene fades out.
One more match to go, a highly anticipated main event featuring who, in the eyes of a lot of the MWE fans,can be considered the face of the company, the Cloud Gate Champion Tiffany Tompkins in tag team action with Tobie Nox Thorne against the team of Spider and Meg Rydell. As you can imagine, the fans are already buzzing, but their mood quickly changes when "The Ecstasy Of Gold" by Ennio Morricone blares out of the loudspeakers. Grace van Beek walked out on the entrance stage, four days after the Riot screwjob when she changed the landscape of MWE costing a title match to Eliza Valentine and pretty much delivered the title to SERO, offering him the head of an injured Christopher Kane head on a silver platter. The fans are making sure she knows how they feel about it, chanting "You screwed Kane" as she made her way to the ring, dressed in a fancy black dress more fitting of a red carpet rather than a wrestling ring. Ryen Riekert sits on the middle rope, facilitating Grace's entrance in the ring. He then follows her in, handing her the custom made gem studded golden microphone she has been seen using in NEO. Uncaring of the loud boos, she starts talking nonetheless.
Grace van Beek:
This is ridculous...
Her statement only makes them boo louder.
Grace van Beek:
I guess hoping you would undertand was too pretentious of me. I should have known better, from people who idolize the likes of Reeves, Kane, Valentines. On a weekly basis, you allow them to feed you their lies, ignoring the facts that are right in front of your eyes. I always acted in the best interest of this company.
Bullshit. That's what the fans are chanting right now.
Grace van Beek:
Ever since the moment I stepped up to prevent Chuck Matthews from sinking this ship, my every decision has been taken to make MY company thrive. Including last Saturday,when I, once again, took the decision nobody was willing to take.
A pause, until the chants for Christopher Kane die down.
Grace van Beek:
Your hero Kane was a liability for MWE. He lied to us, he lied to you keeping the extent of his injury hidden. He was so desperate to keep that title in an attempt to step out of his father's shadow, that he was willing to wrestle despite the injury. You may see this a brave act of an undanuted and fearless hero, but I do not believe in fairy tales. I see the practical side of things, and Christopher Kane was a peril for himself, for this company and for whoever stepped in the ring with him. Stripping him of the title was the right thing to do...
A smirk comes across her face.
Grace van Beek:
I simply added some flair to it. Now, MWE finally has a champion everyone can be proud of. Not some rebel without a cause, not someone who needs to antagonize the authority to be relevant, not someone living in a past that will not come back, not someone who believes they are bigger than this company.
SERO has yet to be pinned, he has yet to be submitted, he holds victories against each and every one of the so called and self proclaimed big stars. There is not a more dominant performer in MWE, there is not a more deserving person to hold that title, and if you were smart, you would agree with me.
Unsurprisingly, they didn't, chanting Melissa Reeves' name instead. Grace shakes her head, disappointed by the reaction.
Grace van Beek:
But you are not. I give you excellence, and you ask for mediocrity. I pity you.
With that said, she lowers the microphone and leaves the ring, escorted by her security team.
Tag Team Match
Tiffany Tompkins & Tobie Nox Thorne VS Megan Rydell & Spider
Meg and Spider had some issues deciding who should start the match, and in the end it was Rydell who won this little dispute. In the opposite corner, things were far more civil, with Tobie leaving the Cloud Gate Champion to start things off. There was no love lost between Tiff and Meg, still clear in everyone's mind the memory of the war they went through at Dark Web. Tonight, they picked up right where they left, trading hard blows in the middle of the ring. The hard hitting style was right up in both competitors' alley, but it was the the Five Foot Death Machine who came out on top, rocking Meg with a forearm to the jaw and pushing her against the nearby ropes with a front kick, catchingher with a spinning heel kick after the rebound, dropping in the first cover of this match. Megan's reaction came shortly after, when she blocked a suplex attempt and connected one of her own. Grabbing a handful of hair, Rydell pulled the opponent up and hit her with a headbutt, grabbing her arm and sending her against the ropes dropping her down with a sling blade. Climbing on the top rope, she then waited for the champ to rise up to her feet to dive in her direction with a flying knee. Tiffany seemed in great difficulty in this first part, with Megan exploiting her quickness to break through the Cloud Gate Champion's defense. A kick to the knee and a hurricanrana driver took Tompkins down to the mat once again, but this time Rydell didn't go for te pin, once again going for a high risk move. This time it didn't pay out as Tiff rolled toward the centre of the ring dodging the Fly-Dell (Phoenix Splash). Nothing was standing in her way to the corner, where Tobie was waiting for the rag reaching out with her hand. And finally the tag was made, TNT leaped over the top rope and charged in at Meg, who quickly backed off in her corner, tagging herself out. Spider shook her head at the act of cowatdice of her young patner. Tobie didn't seem pleased either, seeing her rival depriving her of the opportunity she had been waited for weeks now. With Robyn and Tobie sharing the ring, the pace of the match senisibly picked up. Tobie hit the ropes and ducked the clothesline from the tattoed woman, rebounding and jumping at her with her legs apat, flipping her over with a headscissors. TNT charged in with a single leg dropkick, taking Spider down and making the cover. The former Great Lakes Champion kicked out in two. The french girl seemed to have a chip on her shoulder, looking to prove once and for all that her relationship with Millennium's General Manager Gianluigi Vaccaro has nothing to do with her being on the show. She had now Spider stuck in the corner, and she was hitting her with a series of knofe edge chops. Taking a few steps back she charged at the opponent and flipped her toward the centre of the ring with a monkey flip. With surprising agility, Jones landed on her feet, taking Tobie down with a drop toe hold, picking her up and, placing both hands behind her neck, forced her down, driving her knee to the face twice before dropping her down with a neckbreaker. Tobie almost got the win with a 450 after she knocked Spider down with an enziguri. But after that, it was all Jones who was able to turn things in her favor when she sent Tobie crashing against the bottom turnbuckle with another drop toe hold. She planted TNT heaf first on the mat with a ddt, taking a few steps back and measuring her up for the Spiderbite. TAG! Megan hit her on the back and entered the ring determined to take advantage of the weakened Tobie to score one against her. superkicking her while she was starting to get up and winking at Tiffany in a mocking way before making the cover for a two count. She picked Tobbie up and sent her against the ropes, connecting an evenflow ddt that still failed to put away the blonde girl. Tobie's reaction was furious, in the form of a series of right punches that earned her a warning from the ref. Nodding at the official, almost apologizing, she started kicking the crap out of Rydell, ending the sequence with a spining heel kick. Once again Megan kicked out, showing great tenacuty and resilience. With an irish whip, Tobie sent her in her corner, charging for a Yakuza kick. She then tagged Tiffany who rolled Meg into a seated position with a snapmare and gave Tobie the chance to start it off by kicking her in the bacl The Cloud Gate Champion answered with one on the chest. it was now Tobie's turn, followed by Tiffany again and again, untile the referee asked Tobie to leave the ring. Only then Tompkins hit one last kick, the Five Foot Death Kick that assured the win for her team. Spider thought for a moment about entering the ring and breaking up the pin, before shrugging her shoulders and dropping down the apron, heading backstage. WINNER: Tiffany Tompkins & Tobie Nox Thorne BY: Pinfall (Five Foot Death Kick), 15:58 |
Jared Idol: "Well, this is all for tonight ladies and gentlemen."
Bea Torres: "You know, cold aside, I'm sorry that this Canadian Tour is over. The fans here have been amazing!"
Jared Idol: "Aye. The temperatures outside may have been cold. but it was definitely hot as hell inside the arenas"
Bea Torres: "Save the dates, Saturday 11 and Sunday 12, live from the Bell Centre in Montreal, the final chapter of the Great White North Tour!"
Jared Idol: "See you there folks, have a good night!"