Post by gvb on May 13, 2019 16:33:47 GMT -6
MILLENNIUM presents: The Great White North -night 2
Live from Bell Centre, Montreal QC
Sunday, May 12th, 2019
Pre Show Match
Charlie Webster VS Cal "Superman" Compton
WINNER: Charlie Webster BY: Pinfall (Jumping Piledriver), 8:57 |
For the second night the Bell Centre is filled to capacity. The fans are ready to witness the last chapter of The Great White North tour, visibly excited for what promises to be another exciting night. "Fall, Goliath, Fall" by Project 86 blares out of the PA System, and the usual pyrotechnics display explode on the entrance stage. The camera takes us to the announcers table where the commentary team is ready to call the action once again.
Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies ans gentlemen and wel...
A familiar voice over interrupts the feed cutting to a distorted image of television white noise attempting to focus in on a glitched video.
Voice of Knox:
There is nothing wrong with your television. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are now controlling the transmission. We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can deluge you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond. We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive. For the time being we will control all that you see and hear.
The video corrects to Knox in an undisclosed location, dressed informally in a black hooded sweatshirt. He sits in front of what can be assumed to be a webcam as he makes his cast fully visible.
Knox:
An east wind is coming—unpredictable and unforgiving.
Knox displays no detectable emotion.
Knox:
Millennium is so fraught with lesser beings than myself—stuffed to the seams with false bravado. One by one they line up to eat from Grace’s palms. To suckle at her teat for a mere taste of recognition. Oh, she is painstakingly accurate with her choices—yet I see on both rosters canon fodder. How many of you moonlight elsewhere while clutching your spots in Millennium as if it were a life preserver.
A few keystrokes brings two images into screen in smaller boxes. In one box is Yulia and the other Gian.
Knox:
Your authority figures are so painstakingly careful as to keep your company afloat while you, yourself root in the muck with lessers. Puppets on strings pulled by a rich, simple minded tart. I had warned you my desire was to implode this ship right into the depths of hell where it belongs—but—there is no need. The first shot has been fired and the Archduke is dead.
The images fade to the names of the two brands instead.
Knox:
No matter your stance you are in fact going to lose this war because the battles will be as unforgiving. All men will fall short. Your best—.
Knox chuckles displaying emotion for the first time during his broadcast.
Knox:
—your best is arguably some of the worst, most talentless, forgettable names in this industry. The few bargaining chips you ride this company’s name upon could not possibly salvage the integrity of Millennium nor Riot. Assimilated or separate—I watch from the outside and I see every crack as it forms. You need my superiority if for anything to keep a watchful eye. What will be will be, and the inevitable war will rage on. The air will stink with blood and chaos. Your fence riders will betray you. Your devoted will fall on their own swords—martyrs to your ridiculous cause.
The focus becomes more direct to Knox’s cold gaze.
Knox:
Watching you squirm and fail will be a far better glory than striking the match and igniting this putrid collective of misfit toys.
Knox strikes a match and we see up close the flicker of the flame for a few seconds before he extinguishes it and the feed with a mere blow.
Voice of Knox:
There is nothing wrong with your television. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are now controlling the transmission. We control the horizontal and the vertical. We can deluge you with a thousand channels or expand one single image to crystal clarity and beyond. We can shape your vision to anything our imagination can conceive. For the time being we will control all that you see and hear.
The video corrects to Knox in an undisclosed location, dressed informally in a black hooded sweatshirt. He sits in front of what can be assumed to be a webcam as he makes his cast fully visible.
Knox:
An east wind is coming—unpredictable and unforgiving.
Knox displays no detectable emotion.
Knox:
Millennium is so fraught with lesser beings than myself—stuffed to the seams with false bravado. One by one they line up to eat from Grace’s palms. To suckle at her teat for a mere taste of recognition. Oh, she is painstakingly accurate with her choices—yet I see on both rosters canon fodder. How many of you moonlight elsewhere while clutching your spots in Millennium as if it were a life preserver.
A few keystrokes brings two images into screen in smaller boxes. In one box is Yulia and the other Gian.
Knox:
Your authority figures are so painstakingly careful as to keep your company afloat while you, yourself root in the muck with lessers. Puppets on strings pulled by a rich, simple minded tart. I had warned you my desire was to implode this ship right into the depths of hell where it belongs—but—there is no need. The first shot has been fired and the Archduke is dead.
The images fade to the names of the two brands instead.
Knox:
No matter your stance you are in fact going to lose this war because the battles will be as unforgiving. All men will fall short. Your best—.
Knox chuckles displaying emotion for the first time during his broadcast.
Knox:
—your best is arguably some of the worst, most talentless, forgettable names in this industry. The few bargaining chips you ride this company’s name upon could not possibly salvage the integrity of Millennium nor Riot. Assimilated or separate—I watch from the outside and I see every crack as it forms. You need my superiority if for anything to keep a watchful eye. What will be will be, and the inevitable war will rage on. The air will stink with blood and chaos. Your fence riders will betray you. Your devoted will fall on their own swords—martyrs to your ridiculous cause.
The focus becomes more direct to Knox’s cold gaze.
Knox:
Watching you squirm and fail will be a far better glory than striking the match and igniting this putrid collective of misfit toys.
Knox strikes a match and we see up close the flicker of the flame for a few seconds before he extinguishes it and the feed with a mere blow.
Singles Match
Smoke VS Zafar Khan
The referee calls for the bell & both circle each other in the opening seconds. This first time encounter had each man sizing up their opposition before making their move. Immediately the larger Smoke shoots for a single leg but Khan is able to avoid it using his speed. Zafar tries for a kick to the scrambling Smoke but the crafty wrestler is able to pick the ankle still. He overpowers Zafar Khan onto the ground & begins dropping various elbows across Zafar's knee trying to eliminate the speed advantage. This targeted attack continues as Smoke stomps on the ankle repeatedly forcing Khan to grab the ropes. Smoke uses all his five count to continue to attack the leg before the referee has to force him back. Zafar Khan attempts to stand but Smoke kicks the feet out from under him & Khan lands awkwardly on the back of his head. Smoke goes for a quick pin but barely manages a two count. Smoke begins dropping elbows across the bridge of Zafar's face who is able to move under the weight of his heavier adversary. Khan is forcefully lifted up to his feet & sent into the ropes. Smoke attempts his patent high knee life but gets caught in a roll up shockingly & Zafar Khan nearly gets a three count for it. The disoriented Smoke is sent outside the ring with a spinning sole kick to the abdomen followed by a dropkick. Zafar gets the crowd clapping along while trying to regain mobility in his leg before leaping outside the ring taking out Smoke with a suicide dive. Khan stands up limping after the high risk high reward maneuver & climbs up the ring apron where measures Smoke. He attempts another dive but gets caught flush in the jaw by one of Smoke's signature big right hands. The frantic Smoke then gives Zafar Khan no time to recover as he hurls him knee first into the steel steps. Smoke then continues to punishment by dropping Khan's knee on the steps too. The hobbled Zafar is rolled back into the ring & Smoke attempts another pin but gets near two count. Growing aggravated Smoke stomps then stands on Khan's brutalized leg before attempting another pin that gets just two again. Smoke pounds the mat & tries to whip Zafar Khan into the corner but his leg gives out & he collapses. A wickedly smiling Smoke stalks Khan like prey & catches him numerous times with unprotected right hands to the temple. Zafar is forced to cover up against the ropes & Smoke unloads with boxing jabs plus body blows. However Khan shows life as he is able to start swaying & dodging the punches. Zafar Khan fights off the ropes with a flurry of punches but it cut short with a kick to the injured leg. Smoke goes to capitalize & deliver the End Of Tale but is stunned when Zafar explodes with a desperation superkick that send both men to the mat. The referee has to begin a ten count. Clutching the ropes Zafar Khan is up to a single leg that breaks the count & looks to finally regain momentum. Despite the leg clearly being a issue Khan goes for the springboard tornado DDT but Smoke delivers a yakuza kick in midair that sends Zafar spiraling to the mat in a horrific landing. Smoke goes for the pin but gets a near two count however as Khan kicks out Smoke turns it into Take Your Heart! Zafar Khan screams in agony as Smoke's deadliest submission move is locked in. The official constantly asks him to quit but Zafar screams in refusal. Smoke wrenches on the neck & torques the bad knee while demanding Khan tap out to end his suffering. Somehow the determination in Zafar Khan wills him to crawl towards the ropes & he reaches out for the bottom one but Smoke has it countered. He quickly turns his STF into a crossface submission & uses his leg to push off the middle rope sending both men back to the middle of the ring. Smoke infuriated demands the referee end the match as Zafar squirms around looking for any type of escape. Just as he is about to tap Khan in his last act is able to roll Smoke over into a pin but gets only two as the submission is released at the last second. Both men exhausted but Smoke tries for Take Your Heart again but is met with a barrage of stiff kicks that force him to release his grip. Smoke staggers into the ropes before coming off them full speed with a yakuza kick that sends Zafar staggering. Khan answers with a superkick that has Smoke reeling but Smoke screams in defiance delivering a discuss elbow. Zafar Khan shows his fighting spirit with a bicycle knee to the bridge of Smoke's nose & Smoke answers with another discuss elbow but Khan ducks in the last second. Zafar catches Smoke with Tiger Style! Khan drags himself over to Smoke's body, makes the pin, & gets the three count! WINNER: Zafar Khan BY: Pinfall (Tiger Style), 13:03 |
The cameras take us to a spot backstage and as it does we are able to see Teddy Steele sitting behind a drum set and his wife Kate Steele has a guitar around her shoulder with a microphone stand in front of her. She offers a very wicked grin as she nods her head in agreement, and the two of them begin to play their instruments together.
Teddy:
Ladies and gentlemen now is the time! Where all of Montreal will stand up as we show off the clash at Demonhead!
Kate:
Wait in that movie didn’t play in Toronto?!
Teddy:
Montreal…. Toronto it’s still Canada same difference right?!
The couple begins to rock out as they play their instruments furiously. Todd smiles as he bangs on his drums over and over again. They both seem to be enjoying what they are doing and it is at this moment when Teddy leans forward and offers a wicked grin.
Teddy:
You got that right this is our moment and tonight live you will see this lovely wrestling couple enter into the ring and try to do their absolute best to come out victorious. We might be the Steele couple but inside the ring we are known as Ignorant Discord and it is going to feel amazing to be in the ring with that of my wife. She is everything to me and she is a true workhorse of this business.
Kate:
And by workhorse he means that I am the best of the best. I had an amazing run as a Lockdown Champion. I did everything I could with the belt and I fought everyone who came in my path. Hell I should have been Cloud Gate Champion a long time ago as well but GVB was a little cheating B….
Teddy:
SHHHH don’t talk about the past babe we are on to bigger things and right now I have to do my best to put you over and get you back on track, and of course winning this tag team three way dance could only do us well in the long run!
Kate:
DANCE DANCE!
Teddy:
No! Absolutely no Fall Out Boy Songs!
Kate:
But Sugar aren’t Robbie Bourbon Misteeirech, and the Mighty Now Thrive going down?!
Teddy:
Absolutely not Kate… No FOB references!
Kate:
But after we win we can Thank Them For The Memories!
Teddy:
I still won’t let you make a Fall Out Boy reference.
Kate:
But it feels like CENTURIES since we won a match together and we need to get ready for this battle. This tag team division may not BE OUR SCENE, BUT IT’S DEFINITELY AN ARMS RACE, and we need to be well equipped for what’s coming ahead.
Teddy:
Good I am glad you are ready to take this seriously. Anyway tonight we will jam out and we will make our mark all over this division and this company. It’s time to get people to remember exactly who Kate Steele is and I will do everything in my power to keep people remembering. So bring on the competition and it’s going to feel like one big rock concert. Let’s rock out shall we!
Kate and Teddy smile as they nod their heads at one another as they jam out as we go to elsewhere.
Teddy:
Ladies and gentlemen now is the time! Where all of Montreal will stand up as we show off the clash at Demonhead!
Kate:
Wait in that movie didn’t play in Toronto?!
Teddy:
Montreal…. Toronto it’s still Canada same difference right?!
The couple begins to rock out as they play their instruments furiously. Todd smiles as he bangs on his drums over and over again. They both seem to be enjoying what they are doing and it is at this moment when Teddy leans forward and offers a wicked grin.
Teddy:
You got that right this is our moment and tonight live you will see this lovely wrestling couple enter into the ring and try to do their absolute best to come out victorious. We might be the Steele couple but inside the ring we are known as Ignorant Discord and it is going to feel amazing to be in the ring with that of my wife. She is everything to me and she is a true workhorse of this business.
Kate:
And by workhorse he means that I am the best of the best. I had an amazing run as a Lockdown Champion. I did everything I could with the belt and I fought everyone who came in my path. Hell I should have been Cloud Gate Champion a long time ago as well but GVB was a little cheating B….
Teddy:
SHHHH don’t talk about the past babe we are on to bigger things and right now I have to do my best to put you over and get you back on track, and of course winning this tag team three way dance could only do us well in the long run!
Kate:
DANCE DANCE!
Teddy:
No! Absolutely no Fall Out Boy Songs!
Kate:
But Sugar aren’t Robbie Bourbon Misteeirech, and the Mighty Now Thrive going down?!
Teddy:
Absolutely not Kate… No FOB references!
Kate:
But after we win we can Thank Them For The Memories!
Teddy:
I still won’t let you make a Fall Out Boy reference.
Kate:
But it feels like CENTURIES since we won a match together and we need to get ready for this battle. This tag team division may not BE OUR SCENE, BUT IT’S DEFINITELY AN ARMS RACE, and we need to be well equipped for what’s coming ahead.
Teddy:
Good I am glad you are ready to take this seriously. Anyway tonight we will jam out and we will make our mark all over this division and this company. It’s time to get people to remember exactly who Kate Steele is and I will do everything in my power to keep people remembering. So bring on the competition and it’s going to feel like one big rock concert. Let’s rock out shall we!
Kate and Teddy smile as they nod their heads at one another as they jam out as we go to elsewhere.
Three Way Dance Tag Team Match
The Mighty Now Thrive VS Kate Steele & Teddy Steele VS Robbie "MF" Bourbon & Misteireach
*match will be added* WINNER: Robbie "MF" Bourbon & Misteireach BY: Pinfall (Top rope hurricanrana into a Robbiebomb), 12:02 |
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to a shot of Crystal Zdunich. She sighs as she is sitting down on a chair and she is clad in a pair of tight fitting jeans along with a Sailor Moon t shirt. She shakes her head as the cameras pan in on her face and she slowly begins to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
So I guess everybody wants to know how I am feeling right now or why I have been quiet the last few months. Yes I know I have been competing in the ring but there is a difference between competing in the ring and actually loving what one is doing. The truth is I have been having some serious troubles at home. My wife and I have been fighting and it’s been really hard to focus to the task at hand and come out to this ring and focus enough to actually pull together wins.
Crystal sighs again as she shakes her head and continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
I would say that Seleana and I have been fighting with one another since going all the way back to January but as of recent we have finally put our differences behind us. I can now comfortably say that I can focus on my career and more importantly than that what happened last night at Night One won’t be happening again. I refuse to continue to go down the path of mediocrity and to lose to people who aren’t even on my level. I should be competing right in the heart of the competition. I should be giving my all to the best of the best and me losing takes away from everything that I can stay focused about. I won’t go down that path and whether it takes me a few months to get to where I ultimately need to be I guarantee on every single thing that is beating inside of me that I will bounce back from this.
Crystal finally starts smiling as she looks deeper into the cameras.
Crystal Hilton:
I truly feel like I am Mega Man sometimes. At first the levels might seem difficult. Because I am not use to the levels and this platform video game of wrestling just seems to be hard as I carelessly die to the spikes among other things but it goes way beyond that. Sometimes things take trial and error, and after you experience things for a certain time they start getting easier. It is easier to put things back into perspective and it all becomes easier as I go through each step. That is where my career is right now, and I don’t mind having to struggle steps along the way to get there.
Crystal nods her head as she continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
I told myself that my dream match would eventually to be in the ring with Rebecca Saint. That is where I want to build myself up to so I could get there. I know it will take some time to chain some wins together but if there is anybody on this roster who has the star power enough to do it you are looking at her. This losing feeling needs to go away, and I don’t want to be stuck in limbo wondering what’s next or where do I go on from here. I have seen so many stars come into this company after me and they have each managed to rise above me and capture the Lockdown Championship. That is what I see in my future and I am going to get there. I am going to beat whoever is in my path, and I will show that this rose simply refuses to wither away. I am blossoming rose and no matter how much I get trampled on. No matter how much people walk all over me I will continue to grow, and I will elevate myself to the very next level.
Crystal chuckles again as she speaks again.
Crystal Hilton:
I just had my share of experience of tasting gold again in another company and I want to have that feeling again. I want to experience it right here in this company and I will eventually do so. I don’t care who has to get lined up in front of me, I don’t care about the hurdles, I simply don’t care. I need to experience more than what I am currently and the rest of what I want will be mine for the taking. It will take some hard work that much I know but I am all about putting in that work.
Crystal smiles as she continues to speak again.
Crystal Hilton:
So bring on the challenges and I will answer all of them. I want not feel like this again. I will do great things, that’s something I will capitalize on. See you all soon and remember nothing will ever stop this rose from blossoming…
Crystal smiles as she walks away as we go to elsewhere.
Crystal Hilton:
So I guess everybody wants to know how I am feeling right now or why I have been quiet the last few months. Yes I know I have been competing in the ring but there is a difference between competing in the ring and actually loving what one is doing. The truth is I have been having some serious troubles at home. My wife and I have been fighting and it’s been really hard to focus to the task at hand and come out to this ring and focus enough to actually pull together wins.
Crystal sighs again as she shakes her head and continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
I would say that Seleana and I have been fighting with one another since going all the way back to January but as of recent we have finally put our differences behind us. I can now comfortably say that I can focus on my career and more importantly than that what happened last night at Night One won’t be happening again. I refuse to continue to go down the path of mediocrity and to lose to people who aren’t even on my level. I should be competing right in the heart of the competition. I should be giving my all to the best of the best and me losing takes away from everything that I can stay focused about. I won’t go down that path and whether it takes me a few months to get to where I ultimately need to be I guarantee on every single thing that is beating inside of me that I will bounce back from this.
Crystal finally starts smiling as she looks deeper into the cameras.
Crystal Hilton:
I truly feel like I am Mega Man sometimes. At first the levels might seem difficult. Because I am not use to the levels and this platform video game of wrestling just seems to be hard as I carelessly die to the spikes among other things but it goes way beyond that. Sometimes things take trial and error, and after you experience things for a certain time they start getting easier. It is easier to put things back into perspective and it all becomes easier as I go through each step. That is where my career is right now, and I don’t mind having to struggle steps along the way to get there.
Crystal nods her head as she continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
I told myself that my dream match would eventually to be in the ring with Rebecca Saint. That is where I want to build myself up to so I could get there. I know it will take some time to chain some wins together but if there is anybody on this roster who has the star power enough to do it you are looking at her. This losing feeling needs to go away, and I don’t want to be stuck in limbo wondering what’s next or where do I go on from here. I have seen so many stars come into this company after me and they have each managed to rise above me and capture the Lockdown Championship. That is what I see in my future and I am going to get there. I am going to beat whoever is in my path, and I will show that this rose simply refuses to wither away. I am blossoming rose and no matter how much I get trampled on. No matter how much people walk all over me I will continue to grow, and I will elevate myself to the very next level.
Crystal chuckles again as she speaks again.
Crystal Hilton:
I just had my share of experience of tasting gold again in another company and I want to have that feeling again. I want to experience it right here in this company and I will eventually do so. I don’t care who has to get lined up in front of me, I don’t care about the hurdles, I simply don’t care. I need to experience more than what I am currently and the rest of what I want will be mine for the taking. It will take some hard work that much I know but I am all about putting in that work.
Crystal smiles as she continues to speak again.
Crystal Hilton:
So bring on the challenges and I will answer all of them. I want not feel like this again. I will do great things, that’s something I will capitalize on. See you all soon and remember nothing will ever stop this rose from blossoming…
Crystal smiles as she walks away as we go to elsewhere.
KENZIE GARRETT:
That's me!
An excited Kenzie Garrett pointed to the camera man. Pointing at her name on the poster for the second night of The Great White North. Bouncing up and down excitedly before she removed a thin, felt-tip sharpie from behind her ear. Quickly drawing a star around her name and smiling, turning her attention to the camera, running her finger alongside the bottom of the names.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Empire Extreme Gauntlet Match, featuring the talents of Kymmy Oliver...
Her tongue lulled out and a thumbs down soon followed.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Lucie Callaway...
The OWF Parakore Champion shrugged passively.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Liz Idol...
Her lips press together somewhat firmly, while her head tilts.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Akemi Hayashi...
A thumbs up and a big smile followed, Kenzie clearly endorsing the Yokohama native.
KENZIE GARRETT:
TOP BILLING! And something of a pretty ominous threat. 'And more to come.' Now, whatever could that mean?
She tilted her head, gently putting her dark locks back in place as her combover hairstyle fell in sway.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I guess what it means is luck of the draw? Whoever shows up and pushes the door open is allowed in? It's tough, you know? It's really tough to prepare when you don't know what's waiting for you on the other side when the bell rings and everyone's going in with everything they've got. The mix we have right now is eclectic enough. We have an actual child, and a child star... maybe they'll become best friends and have a sitcom? I'd watch. We also have a great big girl who is adorable and sweet and I love her with all of my heart, she's fantastic, Akemi fa' LIFE.
Giggling a little bit, she folded her arms underneath her chest, her yellow tanktop's logo hidden beneath the two tattooed limbs. Her sweet smile slowly had to give, and bring herself back to Earth, and that jovial tone had soon become a less excited, more run-of-the-mill one.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Then there's K-O herself. Kymmy's for sure coming, which... is okay. I guess. I wouldn't really expect her not to show up with the opportunity's open and available. I shouldn't really judge. You know? I don't know her that well, but from what I've seen? I don't really have a desire to really get to know what kind of monster lurks beneath the surface of someone so self-obsessed who spends all their time pointing fingers instead of proving what they say. And for someone who talks... and talks... and TALKS like Kymmy does, make something to show for it. You know? It's not really a shocking concept.
Those arms drop, showing a screened on graphic of Pikachu on the shirt and a playful little chuckle falling from her lips. Would she pay for that later? Probably... if not, definitely. Was it worth it now? Absolutely. It's tied into a little knot right at the top of her belly button, and paired with black tights with a few slits in the knees and thighs, and black wrestling boots with gold, iridescent kickpads.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I look at the open possibilities though, and I can't just let my mind focus on who it may be. Who might show up. Will anybody show up? The more I let the "what-ifs" frazzle me? The less likely I am to walk out with the gold. So far? I'm pretty good on my promises I've made to Millennium. I told Teddy Steele that I was going to show up, show out, and steal the show and that's exactly what I did when I was tearing his shoulders out of their sockets in less than ten minutes after the bell rang. Hell, less than eight! And when we add in the fact that Montreal is incredibly special to me.
She smiled, her small fist resting over her heart.
KENZIE GARRETT:
J'ai vécu ici pendant longtemps. Trois ans. J'ai appris à parler baguette ici.
Kenzie giggled, hearing the roar of the crowd who was getting to hear her on the tron.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Montreal has been SUCH a huge part of my life. I found roots here. I grew here. I made unspeakable mistakes here. But being here tonight for this gauntlet is not one of them. And maybe I'm asking a lot. Asking for love and support in my homecoming as part of this match is a lot. I'm new here. I get it. But... the time is right. The place is right. I have people depending on me. I have people I cannot stand the idea of letting down watching tonight to see me become the Empire Extreme Champion. Rebel, my mom, my sister, my friends, Ethan! People who want to see this homecoming of mine really pan out. The time, the place, the event, the stars are all aligned for Kenzie Garrett, The Soulknife, to achieve it all! To take the Empire Extreme Championship in my second event as part of Millennium, and to hold it proudly. To elevate it beyond just some kind of barbarian trinket and make it something that is the ENVY of death match competitors, hardcore competitors, ultra-violent, call-them-whatever-you-will-synonym-type competitors! If you know my boy, you know I learned from the best. So... bring ANYONE that may want to come out. Anyone, everyone. I don't care. If you want to claim that Empire Extreme Championship and take away my fairytale? You're definitely going to have to earn it, because I am bringing EVERYTHING I have!
Circling the words "for the vacant Empire Extreme Championship" multiple times, and drew lines to the star that had encircled her name. Asserting mine! with a smile, she capped the pen. Excitedly and eagerly making her way down the hall with a peppy skip, the camera fading back to ringside.
That's me!
An excited Kenzie Garrett pointed to the camera man. Pointing at her name on the poster for the second night of The Great White North. Bouncing up and down excitedly before she removed a thin, felt-tip sharpie from behind her ear. Quickly drawing a star around her name and smiling, turning her attention to the camera, running her finger alongside the bottom of the names.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Empire Extreme Gauntlet Match, featuring the talents of Kymmy Oliver...
Her tongue lulled out and a thumbs down soon followed.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Lucie Callaway...
The OWF Parakore Champion shrugged passively.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Liz Idol...
Her lips press together somewhat firmly, while her head tilts.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Akemi Hayashi...
A thumbs up and a big smile followed, Kenzie clearly endorsing the Yokohama native.
KENZIE GARRETT:
TOP BILLING! And something of a pretty ominous threat. 'And more to come.' Now, whatever could that mean?
She tilted her head, gently putting her dark locks back in place as her combover hairstyle fell in sway.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I guess what it means is luck of the draw? Whoever shows up and pushes the door open is allowed in? It's tough, you know? It's really tough to prepare when you don't know what's waiting for you on the other side when the bell rings and everyone's going in with everything they've got. The mix we have right now is eclectic enough. We have an actual child, and a child star... maybe they'll become best friends and have a sitcom? I'd watch. We also have a great big girl who is adorable and sweet and I love her with all of my heart, she's fantastic, Akemi fa' LIFE.
Giggling a little bit, she folded her arms underneath her chest, her yellow tanktop's logo hidden beneath the two tattooed limbs. Her sweet smile slowly had to give, and bring herself back to Earth, and that jovial tone had soon become a less excited, more run-of-the-mill one.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Then there's K-O herself. Kymmy's for sure coming, which... is okay. I guess. I wouldn't really expect her not to show up with the opportunity's open and available. I shouldn't really judge. You know? I don't know her that well, but from what I've seen? I don't really have a desire to really get to know what kind of monster lurks beneath the surface of someone so self-obsessed who spends all their time pointing fingers instead of proving what they say. And for someone who talks... and talks... and TALKS like Kymmy does, make something to show for it. You know? It's not really a shocking concept.
Those arms drop, showing a screened on graphic of Pikachu on the shirt and a playful little chuckle falling from her lips. Would she pay for that later? Probably... if not, definitely. Was it worth it now? Absolutely. It's tied into a little knot right at the top of her belly button, and paired with black tights with a few slits in the knees and thighs, and black wrestling boots with gold, iridescent kickpads.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I look at the open possibilities though, and I can't just let my mind focus on who it may be. Who might show up. Will anybody show up? The more I let the "what-ifs" frazzle me? The less likely I am to walk out with the gold. So far? I'm pretty good on my promises I've made to Millennium. I told Teddy Steele that I was going to show up, show out, and steal the show and that's exactly what I did when I was tearing his shoulders out of their sockets in less than ten minutes after the bell rang. Hell, less than eight! And when we add in the fact that Montreal is incredibly special to me.
She smiled, her small fist resting over her heart.
KENZIE GARRETT:
J'ai vécu ici pendant longtemps. Trois ans. J'ai appris à parler baguette ici.
Kenzie giggled, hearing the roar of the crowd who was getting to hear her on the tron.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Montreal has been SUCH a huge part of my life. I found roots here. I grew here. I made unspeakable mistakes here. But being here tonight for this gauntlet is not one of them. And maybe I'm asking a lot. Asking for love and support in my homecoming as part of this match is a lot. I'm new here. I get it. But... the time is right. The place is right. I have people depending on me. I have people I cannot stand the idea of letting down watching tonight to see me become the Empire Extreme Champion. Rebel, my mom, my sister, my friends, Ethan! People who want to see this homecoming of mine really pan out. The time, the place, the event, the stars are all aligned for Kenzie Garrett, The Soulknife, to achieve it all! To take the Empire Extreme Championship in my second event as part of Millennium, and to hold it proudly. To elevate it beyond just some kind of barbarian trinket and make it something that is the ENVY of death match competitors, hardcore competitors, ultra-violent, call-them-whatever-you-will-synonym-type competitors! If you know my boy, you know I learned from the best. So... bring ANYONE that may want to come out. Anyone, everyone. I don't care. If you want to claim that Empire Extreme Championship and take away my fairytale? You're definitely going to have to earn it, because I am bringing EVERYTHING I have!
Circling the words "for the vacant Empire Extreme Championship" multiple times, and drew lines to the star that had encircled her name. Asserting mine! with a smile, she capped the pen. Excitedly and eagerly making her way down the hall with a peppy skip, the camera fading back to ringside.
Everything is ready for the Empire Extreme Championship gauntlet match. The fate of the title suddenly changed when Sephora Eastwick vacated the title a few days before this event, where she was set to defend it against Kymmy Oliver. The fans are already buzzing in anticipation when "La Tempesta Di Mare" starts playing out of the loudspeakers. The General Manager of Millennium Gianluigi Vaccaro walks out of the curtain with the vacant title resting on his shoulder, heading to the ring. Once inside, he asks for a microphone. For a few long moments, he simply stares at the belt, before finally speaking.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
For months, this title has been contested between some of the most vicious, bloodthirsty competitors this industry saw. Even before MWE, right here in Canada, this championship saw its share of blood being shed for and onto it. The likes of Gray Malone, Caleb Houston, Ally Gregory... They put their careers on the line to get this. Saki and Eastwick...
A small pause, as a smile comes across his face.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
By the way, congratulations Sephora.
A round of applause follows his wishes to the former champion who recently explained the reason of her stepping away from competition announcing her pregnancy. When Gian starts speaking again, his tone has shifted back to the serious and professional one we heard before.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Saki and Eastwick almost killed each other in a brutal street fight match, all for this title. One thing always bugged me though, one thing I will rectify tonight.
He raises the title over his head.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
Even if the history of this title has been made partly by Millennium superstar, it never felt to me like a MWE Championship. Starting from the name, to the way it was introduced as an active title in our company after Chuck Matthews bought out Empire following the downfall of the GWA coalition... The Empire Extreme Championship has always been a sort of... Foreign body.
Another short pause.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
The point his, this championship, its legacy... It started here in Canada... And it ends here in Canada. Sephora Eastwick is the last Empire Extreme Champion, I'm officially retiring this title.
The announcement sends the whole crowd in a shocked silence.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
I did promise you a gauntlet match though, and I always keep my promises. The prize for the winner is going to be a brand new title, one that represents MWE, one that has its roots in this company, in its history. A title to be contested in Hardcore matches only, a title designed for the ruthless, for those unafraid to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.
He points at the titantron that suddenly comes to life, showing a clip from the cult movie "The Untouchables".
On the screen, the character portrayed by Sean Connery is talking to Ness, in one of the most iconic scene of Brian DePalma's classic.
Malone: You said you wanted to get Capone. Do you really wanna get him? You see what I’m saying is, what are you prepared to do?
Ness: Anything within the law.
Malone: And then what are you prepared to do? If you open the can on these worms you must be prepared to go all the way. Because they’re not gonna give up the fight, until one of you is dead.
Ness: I want to get Capone! I don’t know how to do it.
Malone: You wanna know how to get Capone? They pull a knife, you pull a gun. He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue. That’s the Chicago way! And that’s how you get Capone. Now do you want to do that? Are you ready to do that?
The clip cuts to black, inside the ring Gian cracks a smile.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
They pull a knife, you pull a gun... Well, no knives nor guns are allowed here tonight, but thirteen men and women have been chosen to enter the gauntlet, each one of them is allowed to bring a weapon to the ring, and use everything else to their liking.
They pull a bat, you pull a chair. Or a kendo stick, or a ladder, or anything you want.
That's the Chicago Way, and this is the gauntlet match for the Chicago Way Championship.
The fans erupt in cheers as Nina the Intern walks down the ramp, bringing the new title to the General Manager who pulls it out of the bag and officially presents it to the MWE faithful. He then hands it to the official and leaves the ring, followed by the Nina. Rumchata Ayano takes the scene to explain the rules of this match.
The Chicago Way Championship Match
Gauntlet Match for the vacant Title
The clip cuts to black, inside the ring Gian cracks a smile.
Gianluigi Vaccaro:
They pull a knife, you pull a gun... Well, no knives nor guns are allowed here tonight, but thirteen men and women have been chosen to enter the gauntlet, each one of them is allowed to bring a weapon to the ring, and use everything else to their liking.
They pull a bat, you pull a chair. Or a kendo stick, or a ladder, or anything you want.
That's the Chicago Way, and this is the gauntlet match for the Chicago Way Championship.
The fans erupt in cheers as Nina the Intern walks down the ramp, bringing the new title to the General Manager who pulls it out of the bag and officially presents it to the MWE faithful. He then hands it to the official and leaves the ring, followed by the Nina. Rumchata Ayano takes the scene to explain the rules of this match.
The Chicago Way Championship Match
Gauntlet Match for the vacant Title
Featuring: Kymmy Oliver, Lucie Callaway, Kenzie Garrett, Liz Idol, Akemi Hayashi & more.
The newest title was up for grab in this gauntlet match. According to Gian, thirteen wrestlers will be entering this competition, each one of them allowed to walk into this match with a weapon of choice in a match that had all the premises to be the show stealer of the night. Rumchata Ayano: The first entrant in the gauntlet match, from Jackson Tennessee, weighing in at 220 lbs, JAVEEEEEEEENNNN! Lady Luck didn’t smile on Simon McMillion, best known as Javen. The Thrillbilly was the first one to enter the ring, meaning that in order to walk out with the title, he had to outlast twelve other competitors. To help himself in this Herculean task, he walked to the ring with a Kendo Stick, raising it high in the air and riling up the fans. Rumchata Ayano: Entering next, from Hollywood California, weighing in at 125 lbs, LIIIIIIIZ IDOOOOOOOOLLLLL! The twelve years veteran might not be too fond of hardcore matches, but a title opportunity, more so when it gives the chance to go down in history as the first ever to hold the freshly minted Chicago Way title. Carrying a chair to the ring, the Australian born slid under the bottom rope and was welcomed by a stick shot to the back. Well aware that he had a long and violent road to the title, Javen tried to put Idol away soon, swinging his kendo stick once again on her back before pulling her back to her feet and position himself next to her, reaching behind her back and hooking the head with his hand, pressing the cane on her neck and falling backwards, slamming her on the mat with a kendo stick russian legsweep. Liz kicked out, and she was even able to counter the irish whip attempt sending Javen in the corner, following with a running back elbow. With the opponent against the ropes, she started kicking him in the stomach until Javen dropped to a seated position. A few more stomps to the grounded opponent then she walked back to the centre of the ring, picking up the chair and charging back at the corner, leaping toward the seated opponent and dropkicking him through the chair. She then dragged his motionless body away from the ropes and made the cover, with Javen kicking out in two. Javen’s plan to end this quickly and save his energy didn’t work out for the McMillion, who was now five minutes into a match that turned out to be tougher than he would expect, thanks to a very determined Liz Idol who got another near fall after a double arm ddt. Liz climbed to the top rope, ready to dive with her Hollywood Splash (Frog Splash) and close the match when Javen grabbed the chair that was still laying next to him and tossed it against the opponent, knocking her off the turnbuckle and sending her crashing outside the ring. He followed her out, kicking her ribs and picking her up, driving her against the edge of the ring. He rolled her back in the ring, positioning her on the apron and performing a guillottine legdrop. With the fans firmly behind him, Javen decided to give them a moment to remember, retrieving a ladder and setting it up inside the ring. He climbed to the top and dove off with the Javenation, picking up the three count and advancing in the gauntlet. As he stood up, waiting for the next entrant, “Black Rose” by Volbeat ft. Danko Jones blared out of the loudspeakers. Rumchata Ayano: Introducing now, from Fresno, California, weighing in at 108 lbs, KENZIEEEEEE GARRRRREEETTTTT! After making her debut one week ago, the OWF Parakore champion ran down the ring with no weapons in hand and a darker outfit from the one she wore last week, homaging her boyfriend Rebel Manson. She chargied right at Javen and started trading hands with the McMillion winning this first exchange connecting a series of quick knee strikes that left Javen stunned in the middle of the ring. And that was when Kenzie surprised everyone, pulling out a staple gun she kept hidden in the black of her black tights and used it on Javen’s forehead, showing a certain feeling with violence. Simon immediately brought his hands to his face, noticing a small trail of blood pouring from his forehead. Garrett kicked him in the stomach and and planted him with a hurricanrana, making the cover and only obtaining a two count. Javen escaped from a half-and-half suplex attempt and quickly moved behind her back, pushing the young opponent against the steel chair and quickly rolling her up trying to steal a win, but Garrett kicked out. As they both met in the middle of the ring, Kenzie grabbed Javen’s wrist and sent him in the corner, back first against the ladder, running at him and driving both knees to his face, The ladder snapped in half for the impact, and the poor Javen fell down in a world of pain, arching his back. After a slight hesitation, Kenzie made the cover, staring at the referee in shock when Simon raised his shoulder. As the mach went on, the McMillion almost scored the elimination with a Sit-out side slam, but in the end it was Garrett who picked up the win, nailing Javen with the Grim Fandango (Spikerana) and eliminating him from the competition. “Straight” by Babymetal announced the fourth entrant. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing next, from Yokohama Japan, weighing in at 190 lbs, AKEMIIIIII HAYASHIIIII!” The Dagger Princess entered the gauntlet, grabbing Kenzie’s legs and taking her down, starting to rain down lefts and rights to her unprotected face. Garrett was able to switch position, mounting now on top of Akemi and returning the courtesy, rocking her with a heavy right punch. Rolling backwards, Kenzie made it back to her feet and jumped with a double footstomp to the chest of the japanese wrestler, sitting on her and grabbing one leg to make the cover. Akemi easily kicked out. When fatigue started kicking in, Akemi managed to take control of the match, using her striking ability to wear down Kenzie. Grabbing the chair, she set it up in the corner, between the second and top rope, driving her head first against it with a complete shot called SQUIRT!. She hooked the leg, but it still wasn’t enough to keep the Soulknife down. Hayashi grabbed Kenzie by the back of her head and slammed her face against the chair one more time before placing her head between her legs and lifting her for a powerbomb. Out of nowhere the exhausted Kenzie managed to counter it with a hurricanrana and keeping the shoulders of the incredulous Akemi down for three seconds. When the next theme song started to play, the Bell Centre erupted in cheers. Rumchata Ayano: “Coming from Fort Worth Texas, weighing in at 237 lbs, he is the Iconic ALAAAAAANN ENNNNNNNVYYYYY!” A singapore cane, that was Alan’s weapon of choice. No stranger to violent stipulations, still fresh in the memory of the MWE fans his bloody feud against Heathen Jones, Alan’s thirst for gold brought him on the pursuit of the Chicago Way title. Taking advantage of the battered and bruised opponent, Envy made quick work of Kenzie who still showed her resilience kicking out from a pop up Death Valley Driver, and almost shocked the world when she countered an electric chair drop with a victory roll. But Envy wasn’t caught off guard, kicking out and connecting a vicious kick to the head. He waited for her to stand up, waiting and smiling before dropping her down with the Envious Demise (Evenflow DDT) crushing the hopes of glory of the young rookie. The smile on Alan’s face quickly faded when the next entrant appeared on the ramp, announced by a too familiar chain rattle and the notes of “The Devil Inside” by Daniel Ryan Murphy. Rumchata Ayano: “Hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, weighing in at 205 lbs, HEATHEN JONEEEEESSSSSSS!” A chair wrapped around his fist, Heathen made his come back to MWE after a few weeks. And, it goes without saying, he made his presence felt by taking on Alan in a violent exchange. His punches, already devastating under normal circumstances, quickly turned Alan’s face into a bloody mess, but this didn’t stop him from continuing the massacre even once Envy was laying on the floor. After unleashing all his fury, Heathen made the cover, with a sadistic grin on his face. His sinister, maniacal laughter echoed in the Bell Centre when the Lonestar, somehow, raised his shoulder. It was a one way contest, Alan was barely standing, helpless victim of Jones’ brutality. It was a true shock for the fans when the bloodied texan kicked out from a brainbuster, and Jones couldn’t believe it either, taking his doubts to the referee, accusing him of a bad call. Turning your back to an old fox like Envy is never a smart decision, and the Heathen from the south paid the ultimate price for it. Grabbing an end of the chain, Alan yanked it upwards between the opponent’s leg. As Jones brought both hands to his crotch, he dropped the other hand of the chain, and Alan was lightning quick to take possession of his enemy’s favorite weapon and wrap it around his neck, applying his Paying Dues and, after a minute or two, choking him out. After eliminating his long time rival, Alan waited for his next challenger. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing next, from Paya Lebar, Singapore the Kawaii Deathmachine SAAAAAAKIIIIIII!” From bad to worse. When “God’s Away On Business” by Tom Waits started playing, Alan could be seen mouthing a four letter F word. The first Empire Extreme Champion is someone you don’t want to meet in a hardcore match under normal condition, let alone after being put through hell by Heathen. Wiping out some blood from his face, Envy prepared to fight the Singapore Mauler, who showed up to the gauntlet with… A toaster? Alan looked surprise at the peculiar choice of his opponent, but before he could even wonder why she choose that, or accept the fact that when it comes to Saki nothing really makes sense, the former champion launched the small appliance right on his face, knocking him out. She “played” with him for a few more minutes, bringing some different toys inside the ring that was starting to look more and more like a warzone. A second chair, a fire extinguisher and a small bag containing thumbtacks she dropped on the mat, close to where Alan was laying after getting hit by a chair shot to the forehead. The Kawaii Deathmachine was on the top rope, waiting for tìhim to stand up. And when he did, she jumped and connected the Cotton Candy Kiss Of Death. Needless to say, Alan landed on the thumbtacks, some of which stuck in Saki’s knees. But she obtained what she wanted, advancing in the gauntlet. Kllswitch Engage’s “My Obsession” started playing from the loudspeakers, leaving everyone wondering who was the next entrant, more so when nobody showed up on the entrance stage. Rumchata Ayano: “Entrant number eight, from Syracuse, New York, weighing in at 142 lbs, BRITTANYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAPRILLLLLLL!” The former Cloud Gate Champion, who had a score to settle with the Singapore Mauler made her return to MWE less than two months after taking a break coming straight from the fans with a keyboard in hand, slamming it against Saki’s skull and quickly going for the pinfall, only getting a two out of the surprise assault. The two competitors started trading blows, Saki getting the upper hand with a thumb to the eye followed by a snap ddt. She hit the ropes and connected with a low dropkick to the side of the head, not enough to beat Brittany. A few tacks were still scattered near the corner, and the younger Kane put them to good use slamming her opponent on them with a STO. Saki’s resilience was well known amongst the MWE fans, nobody was really surprised when she kicked out. Brittany grabbed a chair, Saki picked up the other and the two started circling around, swinging dangerous chair shots at each other and testing their evasion skills. Saki slipped, giving Brittany an opening to slam the chair across her back, multiple times until the Kawaii Deathmachine wasn’t moving anymore. Only then she attempted the cover, but not enough to beat the former Extreme Champion. Nonetheless, Bunny April could feel the momentum on her side, and with the fans chanting her name, she put an end to this match with The Tribute. “2 Piece” by Tech N9ne caused the fans too boo as loud as ever for The Real Kym Shady, who was wearing brass knuckles on both hands. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing next, from Sin City, Nevada, weighing in at 155 lbs. KYMMYYYYYY OLIVEEEEEERRRRRR!” Nobody ever saw KO happy but tonight? She was furious. Originally set to take on Sephora Eastwick for the Empire Extreme Championship, Kymmy found now herself in this, and I quote, “Bullshit Gauntlet” for the new Chicago Way Championship. She took her frustration out on Brittany, who started showing some ring rust after her absence from competition, getting slower in her movements and offering her side to the opponent’s attacks. Nonetheless, Brittany was able to turn the tides with a butterfly suplex into a double butterfly submission. Lacking something in technical wrestling, it took Oliver a while to find a way out of the submission, but eventually she broke free. After getting another nearfall with a northern lights suplex, Brittany went high risk climbing on the top rope and going for a crossbody, caught in mid air by KO who dropped her on her knee for a backbreaker. Brittany stayed in this match lifting her shoulder in the nick of time, and the pair met once again in the middle of the ring, trading blows. Brittany’s kicks against Kymmy’s punches was an exchange that kept the fans on the edge of their seats, until the former arm wrestling champion connected a straight punch to the jaw of Brittany, even more devstating thanks to the brass knuckle. The Right Of Way knocked the former Cloud Gate Champion out, leaving Kymmy waiting for the next challenger. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing next, from Boulder, Colorado, weighing in at 265 lbs, DECLAAAAAANNNNN PIEEEERCEEEE!” Prince Piledriver had a chance to start over tonight. After an impressive beginning of career here in Millennium, the big man seems to have lost his sparkle. And what better way to get back on track for someone who seems to have a problem with rules than a match where anything goes? Carrying a large lead pipe, he entered the ring and immediately swung at Kymmy, who ducked it and hit him with a punch to the ribs. Declan quickly lost contact with his weapon of choice, trying to protect himself from Oliver’s flurry of offense. KO was using him as a punching bag, her fists rarely missing the mark. He had a brief reaction when he was able to send her against the ropes and cut her in half with a spear. He even connected one of his infamous piledrivers, but Kymmy just wasn’t staying down. When he picked her up and went for an irish whip, she reversed it and ran right behind him, catching him with a knee to the gut as soon as he rebounded back from the ropes. Wasting no time, she tied his arms on the same ropes and began demolishing him with her loaded fists punches, stopping only when the referee stepped him and declared Pierce unable to continue. The impressive win gave a huge boost of confidence to KO, who let out a roar waiting for her next opponent. Rumchata Ayano: “Entrant number eleven, from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 140 lbs, LUCIEEEEE CALLAWAAAAAYY!” The last of the announced entrants rushed to the ring with the sledgehammer that belonged to her adopted mother Tris Callaway in hand. Kymmy stomped the weapon immediately taking it out of Lucie’s hand and kicked it out of the ring. She then began mounting her offense, relying on the direct strikes that paid off so well until now. It didn’t take long before Lucie was down with a busted lip, but she still managed to kick out in two. The pink haired girl showed big heart, accepting the opponent’s challenge and holding her ground in a brawling session against a dangerous striker such as Kymmy, whose loaded punches were were leaving bruises on the eighteen years old face and torso. Lucie wasn’t afraid to take shortcuts, reaching for the opponent’s eyes and raking them, hitting the momentarily blinded Oliver with a standing dropkick that sent her against the ropes, from which she rebounded with a lariat that turned the rookie inside out. As the match went on, Lucie had her moments to shine when she sent the opponent all the way across the ring with a headscissors takedown, charging in and knocking her down with a single leg dropkick. Reaching her, she started hitting Kymmy with a series of rapid fire headbutts before planting her with the Nine Crimes (Snapmare Driver), getting this close to the win. A quick look at the corner and you gotta believe she was thinking to seal the deal with the Thrillkill, but her climbing was slow, consequence of all the punishment Kymmy put her through. This gave the opponent time to get back to her feet and knock her down with a right hand to the temple that sent Lucie falling on the apron and then on the floor outside. KO didn’t foolow her outside, taking the chance to recuperate instead. But when Lucie stood back to her feet, she grabbed a handful of her pink hair to pull her back to the apron. A thud, and then silence. The whole arena looked in shock as Kymmy dropped flat on her back, blood pouring from an open wound on her head. Lucie stared at her, with Pierce’s lead pipe in her hand. Shaking off, she dropped the weapon down and climbed to the top rope, this time connecting the Thrillkill and making the cover. KO was out, and now there were only two more obstacles between Lucie and the Chicago Way championship. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing now, from St Paul Minnesota, weighing in at 324 lbs, FRANKY ‘THE BEEF’ HARRIIIIIIIIISSSSS!” And the first was a huge one. Franky Harris slowly walked to the ring. Lucie didn’t want to wait, grabbing her trusted sledgehammer and meeting Franky on the ramp. She rammed the weapon in his mid section, causing him to bend forward. She then hit him on the head with it and knocked the big man down, finding herself to face a challenge she didn’t consider. How could she take him into the ring to pin him now? Lucie grabbed him by the arm and started dragging the 300 plus pound of humanity, barely moving him. Frustrated, she started kicking Franky in the ribs. The big man slowly started moving and getting back to his knee, seemingly barely affected by Lucie’s kicks. And when he stood in front of her, he looked pissed off, to say the least. If the size difference wasn’t intimidating enough, seeing this big man grinding his teeth and panting heavily made the young rookie reconsider, for a moment, her life choice. And before she could realize it, he tossed her against the barricades, picking her up and slamming her down on the steel ramp with a powerslam. For a few minutes Franky manhandled the young girl on the outside before eventually rolling her back into the ring. Lifting the ring skirt, he pulled out a table and introduced it into the match, setting it up in the middle of the ring. He then entered the ring and picked up Lucie, hitting her with a overhand chop. He lifted Callaway over his shoulder ready to powerbomb her through the table but the teenager fought tooth and nails, punching him on the crown of the head with her last ounce of strength. eventually managing to slid away. She started kicking the big man’s leg, taking him down with a drop toe hold and sending him onto the table. Harris looked stunned, his head resting on the table. This was the best opportunity Lucie could hope for and she didn’t let it go to waste, climbing once again on the top rope and jumping off with a legdrop, crushing Franky through the table. With great effort, she rolled him on his back and made the cover, picking up the win. A moment of silence followed the announcement of Franky’s elimination. One last entrant on the gauntlet, it all went down between Lucie Callaway and… “Devil’s Bleeding Down” by Volbeat blasted through the PA System. Lucie was the first to recognize the theme song and associate it to someone she knows oh so well. Incredulous, she shook her head as Rumchata introduced the last contestant. Rumchata Ayano: “And the last competitor in the Chicago Way championship gauntlet match… From Staten Island, NY, weighing in at 125 lbs… ANNIEEEEEE ZELLOOOOOORRRR!” Accompanied by her fiance Dom Harter, the current Underground Bloodlust Champion walked out of the curtain to everyone’s surprise. In her right hand, her SBWC tag team partner’s baseball bat, the title she took from Lucie’s sister around her waist. Despite Brytain wanting Annie’s head, there’s a strong friendship between the two girls, but tonight, all that goes out of the window. Callaway grabbed a steel chair, swinging it at Annie as soon as she entered the ring, missing the target as the Tenacious’ Lil Bitch ducked it and countered with a baseball bat shot to the midsection. dropping the weapon and connection with a facebreaker ddt. She made the cover but once again Lucie kicked out, showing an impressive resilience. Annie was firmly in control, sending the opponent in the corner and charging at her with a clothesline. Lucie dropped to a seated position and once again Zellor hit the ropes on the opposite side, turning and hitting her with her… backside, a move she calls Sparklebutt. She then lifted Lucie and seated her on the top rope, climbing up and going for a superplex. Callaway fought back with a punch the the side and a headbutt, sliding between Annie’s legs and driving her down on the mat with a powerbomb. The UG Bloodlust Champion’s head bounced against one of the many steel chairs scattered on the ring, knocking her out. The fans erupted in cheers as an exhausted Lucie’s dropped over her “auntie” to make the cover, shouting along with the referee. ONE! TWO! The three never came as Dom Harter grabbed Lucie’s leg and pulled her away from his fiancee. Callaway was furious, shouting unspeakable insults to the FGA star. Annie made it back to her feet and spun Lucie around, kicking her in the stomach and crushing her dreams of gold with Kindness (Styles Clash). WINNER: Annie Zellor (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Kindness), 41:52 |
Cameras cut backstage, and fans cheer as they’re shown a shot of Kelsey Spencer, the #1 Contender to the Riot Championship. At this very moment, she’s hunched over on a bench in the locker room area, lacing up her blue and white boots ahead of tonight’s championship bout.
Just as she’s threading the laces through the last few holes, another pair of boots walk into frame. In quite the contrast to Kelsey’s bright blue wrestling boots, these appear to be some form of casual footwear. Thick, black leather boots with a high heel. Kelsey looks up, and the camera pans with her as she stands, revealing her guest to be none other than her former tag team partner, Rebecca Saint.
The appearance of the recently crowned Lockdown Champion garners yet another positive reaction from the MWE fans. At first, Saint’s expression is stoic, but upon seeing her best friend’s glowing grin, Rebecca cannot help but crack a smile of her own.
Rebecca Saint:
Big night ahead for you, hmm?
Kelsey Spencer:
Heh… Yeah, no kidding.
Rebecca Saint:
You sound a little nervous.
Kelsey Spencer:
Well, yeah, a little… This is my first chance at becoming the Riot Champion! Not only that, but I’ve gotta go out there and face a tough opponent in Liv Mercer. I wanna make sure I give the fans what they came to see, and that’s a great championship match! So, yeah, I’ve got a few butterflies in my tummy… could be the sandwich I had for lunch, though. I think the mayonnaise was starting to turn.
While Kelsey rubs her bare belly, Rebecca tries to steer their conversation back to the topic at hand before it completely goes off the rails.
Rebecca Saint:
I know you are going to knock it out of the park tonight. As good as this looks on me…
She motions to the Lockdown title resting over her shoulder.
Rebecca Saint:
...The Riot title is going to look even better right here.
Saint slaps the waist of Spencer, causing her to chuckle and playfully push her friend back.
Kelsey Spencer:
I’m gonna give it everything I’ve got. I promise.
The heartwarming reunion between these best of buddies is interrupted when the 4’11 short stack known professionally as Cheesecake - as well as her BFF, the ever-stoic Big Barv - enter the locker room with purpose. Rebecca turns and stands by Kelsey’s side as they have a brief staredown with their guest. Rebecca seems especially uncomfortable and somewhat irritated by The Cheesy One’s presence, as the two have had their differences in the past.
Rebecca Saint:
Can we help you?
Cheesecake:
Actually, I came in here to talk to ya pal Kelsey.
Kelsey Spencer:
Huh? Me?
Saint immediately takes the opportunity to bow out of the conversation at this point. She gives Kelsey a supportive pat on the shoulder, takes a long, sombre look at Big Barv before she walks by them, hastily making her exit.
Kelsey’s far more welcoming of Cheesecake than Rebecca was and offers to speak to her while she applies some of her wrist tape.
Kelsey Spencer:
What’s on your mind, buddy?
Cheesecake:
It’s about this Misery dude… Ya know, I been wrackin’ my brain tryna figure out what this guy’s deal is. I mean, he goes over the other side of the damn world lookin’ for my buddy Barv here… I heard it’s the reason he came to Millennium in the first place! He was obsessed with gettin’ his revenge for somethin’, but now that Barv’s here, he ain’t really doin’ much about it.
Kelsey Spencer:
Oh, right… Yeah, I guess that is kinda weird, huh…?
Try as she might, Kelsey can’t help but feel a little uneasy about Big Barv staring down at her. Cheesecake notices and quickly waves it off.
Cheesecake:
Don’t worry, he ain’t gonna hurt ya.
Kelsey snaps from her daze and gives her attention back to Cheesecake.
Cheesecake:
I’ve seen ya talkin’ to him on Twitter an’ all that. That Manic chick, too. But Misery… he talks like he knows who ya are, like the two of ya go way back. Can ya tell me anythin’ about this dude? What’s his deal? Do ya know who he really is?
Kelsey Spencer:
Huh… You know, I haven’t given much thought to it, really… But, if I had to take a guess, I’d say he’s someone from one of the promotions he and I shared together. Probably with him, too.
She points a thumb towards Barv.
Kelsey Spencer:
Apart from that, I really don’t know. I can usually identify someone by the way that they wrestle, the moves that they use… even their scent.
Cheesecake:
...Ya gotta be pullin’ my leg. Their scent?
Kelsey Spencer:
Yeah! Everyone has a unique smell, and this sniffer can figure it out!
She taps her nose with her pointer finger while wearing a big, goofy grin on her face. Cheesecake just about slaps her hand to her forehead.
Kelsey Spencer:
But that morphsuit he wears kinda blocks that out. I’m not so sure he washes it very often, it’s pretty stinky...
Cheesecake:
Duh, I already know that. Is there anythin’ ya can tell me about him, other than somethin’ like what he had for breakfast?
Kelsey’s face turns serious once again as she strokes her chin in thought.
Kelsey Spencer:
I might not know who this guy is under that morphsuit mask, but I do know one thing… He’s a tricky one. He’s got a way of reaching inside you and unravelling your spirit that’s unlike pretty much anyone I’ve ever come across in this business. And boy, believe me when I say that I’ve come across my fair share of shady guys and girls over my 11 years in this business.
She looks up, locking eyes with Cheesecake with her solemn gaze.
Kelsey Spencer:
All I can say is you guys had better watch each other’s backs out there… and your own. Because he may look a little silly, but whoever that guy is? He’s sneaky, he’s calculating… and he could be very, very dangerous.
With that, Spencer turns and walks out as the scene fades on a shot of a nervous-looking Cheesecake.
Tag Team Match
Cheesecake & Big Barv VS The Misery & The Manic
After months of wanting Big Barv in competition, The Misery was finally getting his shot tonight. Though, with the unforeseen introduction of Cheesecake, and the impromptu training of The Manic, The Misery would find that shot in the form of this tag team match. The Misery and Cheesecake were the first to enter the match for their respective teams, shades of last month’s Dark Web encounter. The two hotheaded competitors locked-up, and though The Misery proved to have the upperhand in terms of strength, Cheesecake, who has clearly recently gotten her hair cut and dyed, sent a quick kick into his gut before he could capitalize. She continued the offence for a while, hitting The Misery with a series of lefts, rights, followed by a thunderous spinning heel kick that earned her an early two count. The Misery, however, wasn’t going to let her get the best of him. Cheesecake brought the masked lunatic, whose morph suit was noticeably different for this event, back up to his feet, but was met with a stern uppercut that knocked her back into the ropes. The Misery attempted a clothesline to knock his rival out of the ring, but instead she lifted him up over the ropes. She thought he had been sent to the outside, but the sneaky Misery had actually swiftly landed on the apron. As Cheesecake turned around, The Misery reached over the top rope and clocked her with a right, then he used the rope has a launch pad and took Cheesecake down with a flying crossbody, picking up a two count of his own. Without wasting time, he pulled her back to her feet, and irish whipped her into the corner where Big Barv was. He attempted a helluva kick, but Barv tagged himself in before he had the chance to connect. This was it, what The Misery had been waiting for. The two men circled the ring, both expressionless, though that could be said for The Misery solely because of the mask. There was no way of knowing what was going on underneath that mask of his. The Misery ran forward and tried for a drop kick, but Barv took a step back, reached out for The Misery’s ankle, spun him around in the air then slammed him against the canvas. He didn’t go for the pinfall however, and pulled The Misery into a seated position, then locked his big, meaty hands over The Misery’s skull with a vice grip. The crowd cheered as he applied the pressure, and The Misery seemingly started to fade. The official watched carefully, asking The Misery if he would like to surrender but there was no response. The Manic tried to enter the ring, but the official stood up and stopped her, this in turn distracting Big Barv. Barv kept his eye on The Manic, who has become even more unpredictable as of late, aware of her underhanded tactics. This gave The Misery enough time to recover, and he got up before bring the larger opponent down with a crushing back stabber. Both men were laid out on the mat, struggling to recover. Big Barv appeared to be having some issues after the maneuver, clutching his spine. He had originally left the industry due to a severe back injury, so The Misery’s back stabber was clearly a result of the masked man doing his homework. The Misery crawled over towards The Manic, as Barv tried to shuffle backwards to Cheesecake, whose hand was out and ready for the tag. The Misery reached his partner first, and for the first time ever, The Manic was entering a match. She hurried over to Barv before he could make it to Cheesecake, and stomped his face in multiple times. She went for a quick cover, but Barv kicked out after the first count. The Manic stood back up, and frowned, then pointed at Cheesecake, claiming shenanigans. This caught the ref’s attention, although Cheesecake had been doing nothing against the rules. The Manic used this distraction to line up and connect with a huge kick to Barv’s groin. This caused Cheesecake to try and enter the ring, but the ref had to stop her, because as the old saying goes, if the official didn’t see it, it didn’t happen. This gave The Manic the opportunity to pull out a pair of brass knuckles from her ring gear and slip them on, before sending multiple punches into Barv’s midsection. This only angered Cheesecake more, giving The Manic time to continue the punches as the ref was preoccupied. Suddenly, Big Barv grabbed The Manic’s wrist and sat up, allowing Cheesecake to settle down in the corner. He opened up her hand, pulled off the brass knuckles, and tossed them outside the ring then rose to his feet. He clasped her wrist for a while and stared at her unnervingly, then pulled her into a powerbomb position, connected, and went for the fall. It seemed like it was all over, but The Misery broke up the pin with a gliding elbow drop. He stood up, and was met with a lethal superkick from Cheesecake who had snuck up from behind. This sent The Misery flying into the ropes, but he caught a second wind the moment he hit them, leaping up and bouncing off of them with a lionsult. Barv knocked Cheesecake out of the way just in time however, and caught The Misery’s attempted attack. He kept a hold of him, and tried locking in a torture rack. He almost locked it in, but The Misery wriggled off, kicked the big man in the calf, sending him to a knee, then ran for the ropes, bounced off of them, and came back with a double knee to Barv’s spine. Before The Misery could continue the onslaught, the referee stopped him and started counting as a warning that he leave now or risk being disqualified. The Misery complied. The Manic, now partially recovered, scrambled over to Barv and attempted at rolling him over onto his back, but it proved to be a great challenge. He was just too heavy, and The Manic wasn’t particularly strong. The Manic gave up, and tagged in The Misery. The Misery, after seeing The Manic’s struggle, tried a different approach, and used a baseball slide to roll Barv over. He went for the cover but only scored a one and a half count. The Misery stood up in frustration and began talking to himself, though nothing that made any sort of coherent sense. He turned to Cheesecake, who was watching on from her corner. He made way over to her and began shouting, to which Cheesecake responded with shouting of her own. There was no reason for any of this, other than that The Misery is completely insane. Out of nowhere, Barv was back in the fray and knocked The Misery face first into the turnbuckle. He then threw The Misery on top of his shoulders so that he was sitting on them, and made the tag. Cheesecake climbed the ringpost, then jumped off over it, wrapping her legs around The Misery’s neck and nailing the ultimate hurricanrana. Cheesecake seemed to have hurt herself a bit in the process with an awkward landing though, and began clenching her knee. The Misery was down and out however, and wasn’t moving a single muscle. If Cheesecake could crawl over and make the cover, then she and Barv’s arms would be raised. Cheesecake sucked up the pain, and slowly began inching over, the crowd’s support behind her. She fell down on The Misery and the ref made the count. The Manic tried to intervene, but she was too slow… …because The Misery kicked out with less than millisecond to spare. The audience fell silent, completely shocked that The Misery was able to kick out after such a devastating attack. Cheesecake sat up and punched the canvas a few times, aware that they could have won the match had she picked up the pace. While focused on her woes, The Misery locked his arm around hers, pulled, and went for the cover. Though he had a good amount of grip, he only got the two count. Both competitors got to their feet and began trading blows, though Cheesecake’s knee was clearly acting up and she was having trouble staying steady. This gave The Misery the upperhand, and he irish whipped her into his corner. The Manic wrapped an arm around her neck to hold her in place, and The Misery hit a stern helluva kick which sent Cheesecake into a pile on the mat. The Misery then tagged in The Manic, and she began stomping at the back of Cheesecake’s head. The Manic started getting cocky, shouting words of discouragement in Cheesecake’s face. This however, proved to be a rookie move, as Cheesecake became to infuriated she tackled The Manic to the canvas and started hammering away at her face, cracking the mask. Cheesecake then realised something, and to The Manic’s dismay, started to try and pry the mask off of her face. The Manic struggled, trying to keep it on. Then “Dominique” by The Singing Nun started to play throughout the arena and Cheesecake’s eyes grew wide as she stood up and set her eyes on the ramp. A huge, bulky bald man walked out to a chorus of jeers from the audience. Jared Idol: “That’s Pinhead! What the hell is he doing here?!” Bea Torres: “Who’s Pinhead?!” Jared Idol: “He was a wrestler in Solid Studios Wrestling! His time as a wrestler was short, but he was undefeated and possibly one of the most destructive forces this industry has ever seen! Even Cheesecake’s father, Trip Johnson fell victim to this guy!” Big Barv stepped down from the apron and walked over to the end of the ramp, and he and Pinhead locked eyes. Cheesecake put her faith in Barv and turned her attention away, but was sprayed in the eyes with The Manic Mist. The Manic swayed around Cheesecake’s legs, rolled her up, hooked both of them, and pushed all of her weight down on Cheesecake’s chest, picking up the three count. Barv turned around, realised what had happened as the bell rung, and slid back into the ring. But it was too late, The Manic and The Misery had already fled. The audience booed, and booed, and booed, as The Misery and The Manic met up with Pinhead at the top of the ramp, “Dominique” replaced with “Six Days of Silence” by Cripple Mr Onion. The final shot of the scene was Big Barv checking on Cheesecake as she wiped away at her clenched eyes. WINNER: The Manic & The Misery BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 15:47 |
The feed cuts to backstage where Jennifer Yang stands before the camera. Her hair, now darker than usual, is neatly braided in the back. She’s already dressed in her ring attire too. For the first couple of seconds, she pegs the camera with an unwavering gaze, her dark eyes a deep pool of unreadable emotions.
Jennifer Yang:
Hey, Knox. We finally meet tonight. Are you ready?
There’s a certain hardness to her, her edges sharper than before and her words crisper. She shakes her head.
Jennifer Yang:
I don’t think you are. In fact, I don’t think I am either.
The words hang in the quiet air.
Jennifer Yang:
You came in here with a message once. You hacked into the systems and took over the show, the website and even the Twitter account. You posted photos that you had no permission accessing. And one of them was mine.
She presses that word, a quick bite of frustration. The bite that causes her face to flinch and her breath to quicken.
Jennifer Yang:
Since then, you continued hacking and causing mischief. You speak in riddles that only you understand. You talk so much, don’t you, Knox? You say everything, but really, it’s all a bunch. Of. Nothing.
There’s that bite again in the last four words as she grinds her teeth.
Jennifer Yang:
There is no message, not anymore. It’s all just scare tactics. Random calls for attention to what you can do. What you can do, you can do again. Right? To keep us in fear and in your control. If that’s the whole point, then I say stop it. That picture you posted of me hurt. And I may have let it get to me more than I thought. In that picture, I was at my most vulnerable. Yes, it was really me crying alone in public, taken after my match with Nessa Wall. When I had lost everything. And that picture was a tight slap in the face, reminding me of all of it. And then I lost to Jason Hawk.
She shakes her head again.
Jennifer Yang:
I let that picture get the best of me. Let it take me to the end line. But thankfully, the people around me won’t. And I listened to them and now I can finally lift my chin up.
She raises her chin in a confident pose, her hands on her hip. The hard gaze still unwavering.
Jennifer Yang:
It finally feels right being on my own. I don’t need anyone else speaking for me or fighting my battles. I’m here. I can do it myself. And looking at you right now as my opponent, I’m fired up. You see, I’ve been waiting for this day. I never thought I’d get this chance, to be honest. And now that I do, I feel like my luck’s starting to turn.
She lowers her hands as she tilts her head a little, her eyes still fixed on the camera.
Jennifer Yang:
But do you know why I still think I’m not ready for it and neither are you?
She smirks, a soft curve of her lips.
Jennifer Yang:
Because I’m feeling refreshed and regenerated tonight, Knox. That Jennifer you tried to shame is a small part of me now. It’s in the past. I’m no longer fixated on my failures. This is a brand new path I’m about to forge for myself and on my own. And that opens up so many new possibilities. What I’ve done before is all good and everything, but what I can do next will be even better. And I’m all in.
The scene slowly fades out.
Singles Match
Knox VS Jennifer Yang
Knox and Jennifer Yang begin with slow, hard hitting punches at the other which transitions into heavier forearm punches that knock the other into the ropes, to which they then use the rebound to hit a forearm back. The relay continues until Jennifer goes for a discus forearm smash, Knox ducks and then drops Jennifer Yang with their atomic drop. After hitting a second atomic drop, Knox goes to work with multiple punches to Jennifer Yang’s back as he hold onto their arm, a little in the corner and then on the ropes. Back in the corner, Jennifer Yang knocks Knox back with a back elbow but is parried by Knox’s low kidney punch which sets up Knox to deliver his superplex for an early two count. Jennifer gives Knox a gesture of respect before a lock up transitions into a headlock applied by Knox; followed by a stiff punch to the top of the head. Jennifer retreats to the ring ropes where they hit back with kicks to Knox and attempt to fend them off. As they catch Knox in the head with a measured strike, they build up some speed but run into a spinning back kick that doubles them over and lets Yang connect with their springboard arm drag! A pinfall follows shortly after but Knox kicks out early. She keeps Knox down with a few stomps before performing a series of MMA elbow strikes to the jaw. This leaves Knox on the ropes and Jennifer tries to clothesline them out the ring only for Knox to pull the ring ropes down! Jennifer Yang stays on the ring apron but is sent flying into the barricade and then to the floor thanks to Knox’s high speed running shoot dropkick! Knox shows off some wonderful chain wrestling mixed with strikes and keeps Yang close to the mat, knowing his best bet is to take away her swing he picks up a near fall but it isn’t quite enough and once Jennifer Yang makes it back to her feet. Jennifer Yang unrelenting attack on her opponent’s body continues, forcing Knox into the corner with some hard chops, Jennifer Yang is forced to back off and Knox then comes out of the corner with fire, taking some serious strikes to Jennifer Yang and surprises her with their superkick! Knox begins to repeatedly kick Jennifer Yang, while avoiding her snap hook, eventually buckling her knee and drops her to the mat with his running knee strike to the head. Jennifer Yang remains dazed and disoriented while Knox almost wins again off another superkick but Jennifer Yang just kicks out. She looks angry and goes for his superkick again. This time Jennifer Yang escapes harm and quickly stuns Knox with her springboard cutter before she combos straight into her #yangvictory (victory roll) but Knox avoids it at the last second and leaps up to drive his knees straight into Jennifer Yang's face and catches his breath. Eventually, Jennifer Yang is able to take full control of the match, even then she is forced to wear Knox down with chops and stomps as a near fall proves not enough. Knox is trading blow for blow with Jennifer Yang, the ending comes when Jennifer Yang drives her knee into the ribs of Knox and her elbow into the back of her opponent’s neck, forcing her down. Jennifer Yang then strikes Knox with a big uppercut while on the ropes that sets up their #yangvictory (victory roll). After Jennifer Yang finishes Knox with their #lockdown but the crowd try to warn her off Eliza Valentine sliding into the ring and attacking a clearly worn down and tired Jennifer from behind just as she’s about to land her switchblade kick. WINNER: Jennifer Yang BY: DQ (Outside Interference), 11:39 |
Over the black of the camera came that haunting, melodic, voice of the rough and tumble woman that was steadily raising a constant level of hell within Millennium. Soft spoken for once, almost uncharacteristically, Aella was singing to what appeared to be just herself judging by the tone of her voice.
Aella Foley:
Over in Killarney, many years ago,
my mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and looow.
Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers today~
The cameras were rolling, but it was clear from the way that the camera man was low to the ground and peering around corners..? He didn’t want to be seen! What was he doing, following Aella like th-- Oh. She had a gas can in her hand, and she was strolling into the currently empty Millennium lockerroom. Unlit cigar in her mouth, gas can in one hand, iron prybar in the other! Calm as could be, her DM boots carrying her right on in, smacking lockers on rhythm to her beat as she poured the gas along the floor, splashing it on the lockers as she walked, clearly looking for a locker..
Aella Foley:
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Hush now, don't you cry~!
Pause. A grin started to come across her face as she stopped her lullaby, pointing the prybar at the locker.
Aella Foley:
Bingo, Miss Nox. T’ere you are.
Setting her gas can, she used the prybar to retch the locker open and proceeded to… pilfer through it until she stopped, blinking as she pulled out a pair of old ballet slippers, tilting her head to the side curiously, she doused the rest of the girl’s locker with the gas can before tossing it aside, walking right out, careful to avoid the gas trail with her boots as she clutched the slippers in her fist. Pause. She saw the camera man. She didn’t do a damn thing about him, just kept walking as she lingered near the entrance and pulled out a torch lighter, tossing a look to the camera man and shooed him back.
Aella Foley:
You don’t want to be near this, Lad. Go on.
With that said, she used the torch lighter to ignite the shoes, going around them, as if to make sure that they wouldn’t survive, watching the fabric blacken before tossing it into the gas trail and watching it ignite, sending a blaze into the locker room. She knew they’d inevitably be able to put it out before it spread but.. It didn’t matter.
Her message’d be sent.
Using that torch lighter to ignite her “cigar,” she inhaled as she lit it, turning to walk away right as she let out a plume of smoke in a coughing fit.
30 minutes Iron Woman Match
Aella Foley VS Tobie Nox Thorne
Thirty minutes for Tobie and Aella to settle the score. TNT has been on a warpath, gunning for the young Foley’s head after she brutally assaulted her boyfriend, the Millennium General Manager Gianluigi Vaccaro. Aella already proved she’s willing to go any length for her brand, even if this means going against fellow Riot members and friends in equal way. They didn’t even wait for the bell to ring to start trading punches, hitting each other with stiff strikes. Aella came out on top forcing Tobie against the ropes, whipping her to the opposite side of the ring and going for a clothesline, ducked by the French girl who then jumped on the middle rope and took the opponent down with a springboard crossbody. Aella kicked out in two, standing up right into a superkick from Tobie who quickly made another cover, once again only for a two count. It was clear that the former [R]evo Tag Team Champion was looking to use her speed to her advantage, and it paid out when she scored the first fall of the match with a sunset flip powerbomb that caught Aella by surprise. Tobie Nox Thorne 1 - Aella Foley 0 (4:11) There should have been a resting period between one fall and the following, but Aella didn’t need it, charging at Tobie and knocking her off her feet with a running headbutt to the chest. She then sat on her chest, raining down punches lefts and rights to her face. Tobie raised her arms to protect herself, waiting for the perfect opportunity to surprise once again Foley with a move we saw her performing in her short but impressive Invictus division run, catching her arm and locking her in an armbar from guard. Aella tried to escape, but the grip around her arm was too tight for her to escape, and she decided to tap out to prevent more damage to the right arm. Tobie Nox Thorne 2 - Aella Foley 0 (7:10) The match had only just started, and Aella found herself already in a tough situation. A Millennium chant rise up from the twenty thousands in the Bell Centre, putting a smile on Tobie’s face. Aella on the other hand, wasn’t pleased at all with how the match was going. She needed a new strategy, since this one clearly wasn’t working. This time she took the few moments the referee gave her to recover before meeting Tobie in the middle of the ring, locking up with her and quickly switching behind her back for a waistlock takedown, believing that, on the mat, she could have an advantage on the young french. If anything, this was a good way to keep the high flier grounded, starting to work on her legs. Switching from one hold to the other, Aella eventually applied an ankle lock, twisting and torquing Tobie’s right foot. The ropes weren’t too far away, but reaching them wasn’t going to be an easy feat. Eventually, with the last bit of strength, she managed to grab the bottom one, forcing the break that obviously came only after Aella fully exploited the five count. She might have not gotten the submission, but the damage was done. Tobie’s movements became a lot slower, the ankle clearly bothering her every time she threw a kick. And her attacks became predictable, allowing Foley to catch her foot and taking her down with a dragon screw. After a few stomps to the knee and ankle that caused the blonde girl to scream in pain, Aella locked her in a figure four, and Tobie tapped out quickly. Aella Foley 1 - Tobie Nox Thorne 2 (13:48) Halfway into the match and things seemed to be turning in Aella’s favor. With the damaged ankle, Tobie had to give up on her aerial assault, which means half of her arsenal. The slow pace was exactly what Aella wanted, and it allowed her to pick on TNT and slowly punishing her, insisting on that right leg with a series of swift kicks to the thigh. Tobie fought back with a few forearm strikes, one of which rocked Aella and allowed her to connect with her Leaping Complete Shot. She made the cover hooking the leg, confident that this was enough to go 3-1 with a little over ten minutes on the clock. But Aella showed great ring awareness resting her foot on the rope, saving herself from another near fall that could have been tricky to come back from. The disappointment was visible on Tobie’s face, as she clutched her ankle while starting to get back on her feet. She picked Aella up and went for an irish whip, dropping down and forcing her to leap over, hitting the ropes on the opposite side. Rebounding back, the Godkiller surprised her opponent and took her down with a rolling kneebar in the middle of the ring. With nowhere to go, Tobie had no choice but to give up once again. Aella Foley 2 - Tobie Nox Thorne 2 (21:08) TNT gave a concerned look at the timer. The advantage she got in the first minutes of the match had been nulled by her opponent, and that right leg was hurting like hell. Despite the pain, she kept fighting, knocking Foley down with a roundhouse kick, limping into a cover for another near fall. The Godkiller knew she was just one submission away from the win, and she didn’t seem too concerned about the time ticking. Even if they went to the time limit, she’d still have a clear advantage in the sudden death rules. The pride and heart of the young French were commendable, she was leaving everything in this ring tonight and almost got what could have been the decisive point with a 450 splash after catching Aella with a codebreaker. Five minutes left, both competitors were down after they both went for a crossbody, exhausted. Aella was the first to get up, waiting for Tobie to do the same. And when she did… FAUGH A BALLAGH! She charged at her with the family’s spear. Thorne moved out of the way at the last moment, and Aella took down the referee. This didn’t seem to shock her. She shrugged her shoulders and left the ring, grabbing her trusted Shillelagh. A new one, since the previous was shattered by TNT on the last Riot episode. She entered the ring, walking toward Tobie and hitting her with the stick. Twice, for good measures. She tried a third time, but a huge roar rising from the fans tunred her attention on the entrance stage. The Murder Train was running down the ramp at full speed. After one month out of action, Dusty Douglas was back, sliding under the ring where Aella welcomed him with a Shillelagh shot to the back. The Big Nasty barely felt it, making it back to his feet and unloading a flurry of punches to the young Foley, grabbing her by her wrist and sending her against the ropes, catching her on the rebound with his patented spinebuster. He then quickly left the ring as he noticed the referee coming back to senses. He winked at Tobie, tapping his wrist with his index to tell her that the time was running out. Nodding, TNT made the cover. It was a slow count by the dizzy referee, but it still reached three. Tobie Nox Thorne 3 - Aella Foley 2 (29:25) With spare seconds to go, nothing else happened. The bell rang, the match was over and Tobie was declared the winner WINNER: Tobie Nox Thorne BY: Pinfall (Killamajiig), 30:00 |
After she rolls out of the ring, Tobie Nox Thorne makes her way up the ramp, reaching the stage she takes a mic from an assistant and turns to address the crowd.
TNT:
Tonight is the first step in proving that Millennium will not be toppled, we will not be denied, we will NOT be ignored.
Tonight is the first step in proving that Millennium will not be toppled, we will not be denied, we will NOT be ignored.
She smiles and shakes her head as she begins pacing.
TNT:
Things have been done tonight that are vile and disgusting, lazy people like Aella who do not deserve to grace our ring, have brought about indecent acts and they will not be forgotten, none of this will be forgotten.
Things have been done tonight that are vile and disgusting, lazy people like Aella who do not deserve to grace our ring, have brought about indecent acts and they will not be forgotten, none of this will be forgotten.
Riot! Is officially on notice, I tried to warn you, all of you. I came to Yulia and I told her what would happen should you all continue in this vain and you have proven to have learned nothing, so consider this your final notice... we are all coming for you.
And with that she tosses the mic down the ramp and disappears backstage.
Cheesecake is sitting on a bed in the trainers room following their crushing defeat earlier in the night. The mist has been cleared from Cheesecake's eyes, but her face is still stained by the substance. Her eyes are clearly still stinging from it, though, as she blinks them rapidly.
She turns her attention to Barv, who's on a chair just a few feet away. While it may be hard to tell how he feels just by glancing at him, you have to imagine he's disappointed that he let his friend down tonight.
Cheesecake:
So, was it him?
Barv's head turns slightly at the sound of her question, which she takes as a prompt to continue.
Cheesecake:
That guy ya used to be teammates with all them years ago… Is The Misery Heath Williams?
The pair of pals lock eyes, and apparently, that's all The Cheesy One needs to know what his answer is. She lets out a deflated sigh.
Cheesecake:
Looks like we're goin' back to the drawin' board, then...
The scene opens up backstage where Millennium’s new interviewer is standing with their current target, microphone in hand and lips pursed to go.
Bowie Kennedy:
Please welcome my guest at this time… Bethany Driver! Bethany, over the last couple months since you arrived here in Millennium, it’s no secret that you’ve been having some trouble with Jacob Hammerstein...
Bowie trails off as Bethany arches a brow sky-high.
Bethany Driver:
Trouble? That’s an awfully mild way of putting it. Jacob has been a perpetual thorn in my side since I arrived. And why? Does anyone even know? Other than the fact I overshadowed his debut with my own, Hammerstein’s obsession with hounding me is baseless. But tonight? It’s coming to an end. I’m going to put him down in this Last Man Standing match and prove to him and all of Millennium that nothing can stop me.
Bowie gives a slow nod and shifts from one foot to the other.
Bowie Kennedy:
Them’s fightin’ words, as they say. But so far when you two have gone one-on-one, you haven’t beaten Hammerstein...
Bowie looks as if they expect to be berated for pointing it out, but Bethany is unphased.
Bethany Driver:
Each time we’ve had a match with just the two of us, Hammerstein has made the claim that he would put me down for good, I wouldn’t walk away, he would leave me unconscious, blah blah blah. And each time, he’s failed to do so. It was so close that the officials needed an instant replay in our cage match because, once again, he couldn’t keep me down. Tonight the only way he can win is to do what he’s never been able to. And, spoiler alert, Bowie: He still won’t be able to.
Bethany takes a step closer, glaring into the camera as if she’s looking at Hammerstein.
Bethany Driver:
This could have been “just business” but Jacob had to make it personal. He couldn’t keep it in the ring; he had to go after people I care about, had to talk about my parents. Well, tonight they get to be front row when I give him the beating of his lifetime. And let me tell you, it’s going to be really, really sweet to go give them a great big hug after I kick his ass so hard he can’t get up.
Bowie nods, bringing their microphone closer to speak into it before holding it back out to Bethany.
Bowie Kennedy:
Is there anything you would say to Hammerstein if he was here now?
Bethany shakes her head, a smirk forming.
Bethany Driver:
I don’t have anything to say to Jacob. Not until after our match. Then I’ll ask him how all that bullshit I knocked back down his throat tastes.
Nodding to Bowie, Bethany then steps around the interviewer to head down the hallway and finish preparing for her match.
I Quit Match
Christian Michaels VS Duke Andrews
We’re back out to ringside now for the next match. Our announcer has stepped into the ring, mic and index cards in hand. He/She raises the mic as the fans quiet down some after what they’d just seen. Rumchata Ayano: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is the “I Quit” match! This match has no pinfalls.. No count outs. No disqualifications. The match will continue until one man has beaten his opponent so badly that they announce, clearly, into the microphone that they “quit” the match! The fans come to their feet cheering as “Kryptonite” by 3 Doors Down hits over the arena’s sound system. Our cameras panning over the sea of humanity as they cheer and wave their signs. Rumchata Ayano: Introducing first! Hailing from Memphis, Tennessee, he is Christian MIIIIIIIIICHAELS!!!! Almost as if waiting on the announcement of his name, the 19 year vet of our great industry makes his way out onto the stage. The fans cheer a little louder as Christian stops at the top of the ramp and looks out over them. He nods his head as the song picks up and heads down the ramp way towards the ring. CM going from one side of the aisle to the other slapping hands with fans. Jared Idol: Well there he comes folks, Christian Michaels on his way down to the ring for this very personal fight with his former good friend Duke Andrews. Bea Torres: And do you notice something Jared? Michaels is not wearing his usual wrestling gear. Bea has quite the point folks! Michaels is indeed not wearing his usual gear. Instead tonight Christian has chosen to go with his boots, a pair of jeans, and an Uncanny Socialites t-shirt. Jared Idol: That in an of itself should tell the people just how personal this thing is between them. Not to mention give folks a hint as to how little of a wrestling match this will probably be. CM makes his way to the end of the ramp and heads to his right, still slapping hands with the fans. Nearly to the time keepers table there’s a young girl; looking to be in her teenage years. She’s standing there lookin pretty snazzy or whatever the kids say these days. When Michaels makes it to her he stops and pulls her in for a tight hug. Christian gives the girl a kiss on the top of her head before ruffling her hair a bit. She gives him a look that he laughs about before heading for the ring. Jared Idol: Michaels sharing a moment with his teenage daughter Gabriella. You know Bea I met that young lady earlier today backstage. Her father Christian was introducing her to everyone. She’s a bright young woman that’s considering possibly following in her father’s and step-mother’s footsteps by becoming a wrestler. Bea Torres: Well we’ll see if she still feels the same after the war her father goes through tonight. And make no mistake about it, this WILL be a war between Michaels and Andrews. Jared Idol: That it will indeed. Looks like we’re ready to have the other half of this match introduced. Christian had since made his way into the ring. After climbing the corner facing towards his daughter, he had posed for some pics. Michaels hopping down off the middle turnbuckle and pointing at his daughter. Gabriella seemingly a bit embarrassed as her dad called so much attention to her. His music fading away for…. The thunderous music of “The Second Amendment” by Who TF is Justin Time? begins to play. The lights dimming before a single spotlight shines on the ramp. Duke Andrews standing in the middle of the ramp as the chorus of boos from the Canadian crowd begin to reign down. Dressed in a pair of long black wrestling tights, a mixture of reflective, matte, and denim black reveal the digital camouflage print. The black knee pads and boots. Duke looked into the camera with a grin from ear to ear, his white teeth shining behind the long beard. “I told y’all I was ready for his funeral! Dressed in black!” Duke pushes the camera away as he begins his descent towards the ring. Rumchata Ayano: And his opponent, the self proclaimed Top Heel! Standing six feet and three inches, weighing in at two hundred and thirty eight pounds. From Grand Rapids, Michigan. He is The Epitome of Perfection! DUKE ANDREWWWWSSS Duke smirks as he walks around the ring, stopping near the corner where his non-blood relation niece is sitting. She’s scowling in his direction as he gives her a playful nod. “I promise you, after tonight Daddy will never leave your side again!” Bea Torres: This is despicable! He should not involve Christians daughter at all. Duke turned around and began to climb the nearest stairs, the face on Christian was colored in pure blood red after Dukes most recent action of speaking to his daughter. Duke hooks his fingers in his black t-shirt, lifting the American Savage shirt up, available on the website and in the merch tent around the building. Once he revealed the tattoo covered body, he tossed the shirt behind him in the direction of Gabby and the rest of the crowd before stepping into the ring. Raising his right fist in the air, the black tape covering his knuckles, thumbs, and down around the wrists before turning his hand over and flipping Christian Michaels the bird. Like a caged animal Michaels paces in his corner awaiting the bell to signal the start of the match. Duke was much the same way, glaring at his former friend with a look of disdain. Earlier tonight both men had already been visited by the ref; the rules of the match gone over with them. The bell finally rings and we’re underway officially! And as soon as that bell rang both Duke and Christian raced from their corners as if shot out of cannons. It’s dead center in the middle of the ring where they come together! Michaels meeting Duke with a huge right hand shot. Andrews fires a right of his own in retaliation. From there the early moments of this match become a fist fight. Rights are being traded like Pokemon cards back in the day. Then from nowhere Duke takes CM in a headlock with his left arm. He slams the right hand into Christian’s head a few times sending the proud Southerner stumbling back to the nearest corner. Bea Torres: Yeah this is about how we thought this match would be starting out. Jared Idol: No doubt about it. These two are looking to tear each other limb from limb here. Duke Andrews takes a moment to antagonize the fans. He turns his sights back on Michaels soon enough though. Andrews stalking towards the corner with bad intentions in mind. But whatever they might’ve been we’ll never know. As ole Duke stormed in, CM charged out of the corner and delivered a BIG kick below the belt! Bea Torres: Oh damn! I think I just heard a collective gasp from every male in this building. Jared Idol: No doubt at all about that! Michaels has, on multiple occasions, been a victim of a kick to the groin from Duke. It would seem that tonight he’s getting payback in more ways than one. Naturally Duke had been left on the mat clutching his groin after that devastating kick. CM leaned over and grabbed Andrews’ ankles and held his legs up and open. Michaels raised his right foot and a desperate Andrews was shaking his head “No!” and pleading for mercy. He found none as Christian stomped on Duke’s nether regions! A second time! Even a third! Bea Torres: Welp I hope that Duke was not planning on starting a family within the next…..well...forever! Cause after those stomps it doesn’t seem likely. Christian had let go of Duke’s ankles after the 3rd stomp. And while Duke howled in agony and held his injured groin, Michaels dropped down and rolled out of the ring. CM flipped up the ring skirt and rummaged around underneath. Fans were trying to see what was going to be grabbed. CM finally stood up and had a kendo stick in his hand. He twirled it around in his hand before rolling back in the ring. At this point Duke had managed to roll to his knees and had his forehead on the mat. Just as he raised up, the pain seemingly having subsided at least somewhat from his injured groin, the kend stick was smacked across his back! A loud THWACK! ringing out as stick met flesh. Jared Idol: Oh my goodness folks! This is a side of Michaels we aren’t used to seeing, but he’s been poked and prodded for months by Duke Andrews. Christian endured nearly endless taunting from his former friend. Threats of ending Michaels’ long and storied career. It’s enough to make anyone “lose it” Duke had suffered several more stinging shots from that kendo stick before rolling out of the ring.CM hopped out after him, offering no quarter as Duke tried to crawl away. CM beating his former friend until the kendo stick has been splintered at the end. Michaels tosses it down and then bends over to grab his opponent. Duke finds himself taken by the scruff of his neck and his tights, and then being sent into the padded ringside barricade! He hit with a thud and was dropped to the floor. CM was quick to pick his opponent up again. With his right hand at the back of Duke’s head, Michaels tries to send the Michigan native into the turnpost. Things change in an instant though as Duke spins out and he ends up actually flinging Christian into the turnpost! Bea Torres: Looks like Duke’s fortunes could be turning around here. Maybe so. However Andrews seems to have decided that perhaps this match isn’t for him. Duke turns on his heels and starts towards the time keeper’s area at ringside. Then he makes a turn and is headed for the commentary table. Jared Idol: Oh hell here comes Andrews our way! Wait a minute! Christian Michaels back up! Duke seemingly notices the look of shock in the eyes of our commentators because he whirls around. Andrews is just in time to drive a fist into the gut of CM! Michaels had gotten up and charged towards Duke and launched himself off the steps. Taking the fist to his stomach, Michaels flipped over onto his back. Once again Duke spins around and starts putting the boots to his former BFF. After several stomps, Duke grabs a handful of CM’s long hair to yank him up by. The ref is powerless to do anything other than ask Duke to let the hair go. Duke does not though. Instead he slams Michaels’ face off the announce desk! Andrews pulling Michaels back from the desk and dropping him with a snap ddt. Now it was Duke’s turn to search for something under the ring. Jared Idol: Duke Andrews searching under our ring here now….I see all kinds of objects under there that could spell disaster for the chances of Christian Michaels to win this match. Bea Torres: Yeah but it looks like Duke has settled on the classic table. I swear I’d like to know WHY ring crews the world over always store tables under the ring! Jared Idol: I’ll be sure and bring that up at the next company meeting. For now though things are going from bad to worse for Michaels. Christian is stirring as Duke sets the table up. He turns and gives Michaels a couple kicks to keep him out of things. And it does provide Duke the time to drag the full set of the ring-steps over nearby. He then takes a groggy CM and slams his face into the steps! Jared Idols: Andrews! Duke Andrews standing on the steps here….What does he have in mind? Bea Torres: I don’t know, but it ain’t going to be good for Christian. It takes a little effort to manage, but Duke gets CM on the steps with him. Andrews tucking the southerner’s head between his(Duke’s) legs and then lifting Michaels up. The fans beginning to see what’s coming here as Duke brings CM up and then down with a powerbomb right through the table! Jared Idol: Oh my good lord! That table just exploded as Duke powerbombed Michaels through it! Andrews looks at the broken form of his once tag partner laying in the splinters of the busted table. He gestures towards the ref and says “Ask him!”. The ref pulls the mic from his back pocket and kneels beside Christian. Ref: Christian? Christian, do you want to quit? For a couple seconds all we hear is some breaths from CM that seem a bit labored; to be expected after taking a powerbomb through a table. But after a couple moments we have our answer. CM: Screw that bastard! The fans cheering for Michaels’ defiant way of saying “No thank you” when asked about quitting. One might think that’d annoy Duke Andrews. They’d be wrong though. Duke just shakes his head and laughs. He reaches down and snatches CM up by the hair again. Michaels legs are wobbly as he’s brought back towards the announce desk. He’s lifted up and dropped sternum first across the edge of the desk! Christian immediately flopping to his back on the floor, arms pulled tightly in an “x” over his chest while stomping his feet trying to grit through the pain. Not long to deal though. Quickly CM is ripped up off the floor again. Looked like ole Duke was going to head back to the well again here. But as he drops Michaels Christian gets his hands out to stop his fall. Reacting quickly Duke tries to slam Michaels’ head into the desk. Not happening! Christian blocked much the same way, and then drives the point of his elbow into Duke’s mid-section. A couple more and Duke is finally deterred from his attack. He spun away momentarily but had a clothesline attempt ready when Christian spun after him. Michaels ducked under and throws a dropkick that connects flush in the chest of Andrews. Bea Torres: Ahh! Watch out! Jared Idol: Cra--- The dropkick sent Duke tumbling over the announce table sending our commentators scattering. Andrews rolling on over and onto their empty chairs before falling to the floor. The self-proclaimed “Top Heel” gets to his feet using the barricade behind him. Duke threatens the fans before turning back towards the ring. When he does he’s caught by Christian charging forward and diving across the table into him! Both men were down on the floor behind the desk. The cameras were working to get a shot behind the desk too. When they did the fans looking at the tron saw Michaels in a mounted position raining down heavy rights to the face of Andrews. Duke was, for his part, blocking with his arms over his face. Jared Idol: Are we on? Can anyone hear us? Folks I don’t know if you can hear us or not, but Christian Michaels has dove over our table onto Duke Andrews and is attempting to beat the hell out of him! Andrews looks to be blocking most of the blows, doing a good job protecting his head Christian kept the momentum flowing as he tried his damndest to land one of the heavy fists he was throwing. Duke turned with each blow as he kept his arms up to protect his face. After a couple more failed attempts, Christian pushes off of Duke and gets to his feet. The only thing keeping Christian from stumbling back was the adrenaline of having the opportunity to shut his former friend up. Bea Torres: Looks like Michaels giving up on breaking through the defense of Duke Andrews now. One can only imagine what these two will do to each other next, I just hope they get the action away from us! Jared Idol: I can’t disagree with that sentiment at all. These guys are a little too close for my comfort His face was covered in sweat and a big smile across his lips as he moved back to the edge of the ring. Searching for another object under the ring. Duke took his time to get back to his feet. Shaking his arms out after the multiple blocks of the fists they absorbed. Christian pulled back yet another kendo stick and turned to head back to Duke. Bea Torres: We saw the damage that Michaels was able to do with the kendo stick earlier tonight. This does not look good for Andrews this time either.. A quick snap of the wrists as Duke took the shot to the ribs but quickly pinched the stick between his body and his arm. His right arm up and he begins to wag his right index finger ala Dikembe Mutombo. Jared Idol: I guess Duke is fortunate to not have any more welts at this time. There must be a dozen red marks from the first kendo stick across his back! Bea Torres: That’s what he gets. It’s been weeks and weeks of tormenting. CM attempts to yank the stick away but is met with a kick to the gut. Dukes size fourteen boot hits the midsection once again which doubles Christian over. And Duke snaps the kendo stick around and takes a long hard swing like Vladimir Guerrero to the chest of Christian. A loud grunt as Christian attempts to man up and take the shot but Duke isn’t buying it. And another shot to the chest and Christian falls forward. Duke: Get up you piece of shit! Duke runs the tip of the kendo stick down Christians back and over his head before using it to lift CM up from the ground. Duke eyes Christian for a moment as he settles back on his knees. Duke winds up and shatters the kendo stick off of CM’s forehead. Bea Torres: Oh my god! What a sound right out here in front of us Jared! Jared Idol: I can’t quite tell, but if that didn’t bust Michaels open I’d be very surprised. Duke: Ask him! The referee slides in and again Christian huffs into the microphone. “You’re going to have to kill me.” That was all it took for Duke to turn back and attack Christian. Pounding on him he begins to throw his heavy rights and lefts over Christians forehead. Hitting the same mark the kendo stick weakened. Jared Idol: Duke Andrews not taking kindly to Michaels’ refusal to just quit. But I don’t think anyone in this building would expect anything less. Christian Michaels has been in some of the most brutal wars I’ve ever watched tape back on. Bea Torres: Yeah I’d be surprised if he even knows *how* to quit! The crowd boos Duke as he takes control of the match. Not quitting as he continues to throw punches. Slowly his hands begin to turn red as Christian has been opened up. Duke pulled CM to his feet, the blood running down his face as Duke dragged his former friend to the announcer table. Jared Idol: Oh come on guys! Keep this away from us! A glare from Duke sends the two announcers away as he took his right arm to clear the monitors and iPads from the top of the table. Bea Torres: Alas poor announce table, we hardly knew ye... He turned and jumped to his feet, yanking Christian to the top with him. Christian sank back to his knees as he struggled to stand. Duke grabbed CM’s hair again and started to stand him up before Christian hit another low blow on Duke. Jared Idol: Just in case Duke’s testicles had begun to heal themselves I guess! Bea Torres: That or self preservation one! Duke doubled over as CM had been playing coy, standing up he took the doubled over Michigander and quickly set him up for a pile driver, just like his childhood hero Jerry Lawler would’ve done. Jared Idol: No no no! Don’t! Don’t do this Christian! The table crashed to the floor as Duke was planted on his head. Christian kicks back to his feet and storms off to the timekeepers area and snags a steel chair. He turns back and wastes zero time before smashing it off the back of Duke Andrews. Another shot to the spine as Duke rolls to his back to try and protect his body. Christian smashes the chair down over the skull of Andrews. He tossed the chair to the side and reached down and grabbed him by the beard and lifted him up. Duke quickly rose to his feet as Christian whipped him into the ring post. Duke hit face first before falling to his knees and to the padded mat along the floor. Christian: Aw Hell, ask him. The referee grabbed the microphone and rushed towards Duke. “What do you say? Do you give up?” Duke just laughed as he reached his hand to the ring and began to pull his body back up. His face the same shade of crimson as Christian’s, the ring post having busted him wide open. He looked at Christian and flipped him off again. This sent Christian into a rage as he charged at Duke. Duke caught him with a quick right to the side of the head before lifting his former friend in the air and turning to use the ring barrier to cause more damage. Dropping Christian face first over the top of the barricade in front of Gabriella Michaels. Bea Torres: Really?! Right in front of the man’s kid? Jared Idol: To be fair I’m not so sure that was intentional on Duke’s part... Duke smirked in Gabbys direction as she tried to reach out and save her father. Jared Idol: I stand corrected. Duke reaches his paw over and snagged the beer from the guy sitting next to her. He took a long drink from the cold Molson that he stole before pouring out the rest of the beer onto Christians face as he laid on the floor. Bea Torres: Do we have to reimburse that guy? Can I get a clarification on that? Back to the action and young Gabriella is NOT pleased by what she’s seeing. The man standing in front of her? She’s known him most of her young life, but he’s turned into someone else in recent months. No longer was he like an uncle to her, he was something else and she was going to let him know just what that was! Gabby lunged her body towards Duke. “You’re a coward and a bully!” Jared Idol: That is one ticked off teenager Bea. Think if I was Duke I might want to move the action away from her reach. Bea Torres: Having been one before; I can tell you a teenage girl pissed at you is the stuff of nightmares. Stuff of nightmares! Duke didn’t even verbally reply before pie-facing Gabby back into her seat. Seeing Duke picking on a teenager just incited the hatred these Canadian fans already had for him. They booed him heavier than before now. And as for the teenage daughter of Michaels? This caused the girl to launch into a verbal tirade only her biological mother would appreciate ending it with, “I’m going to kill you!” She screams as security rushes down to keep her on her side of the barrier. Jared Idol: The fans here are not at all happy with Duke Andrews now. And if I’m being honest? I can’t fault them. You just don’t put your hands on the fans here in attendance, and you especially don’t put your hands on a child. Just totally uncalled for Bea Torres: Oh I’m with you a hundred percent. The crowd changes its tune as it goes from booing Duke to cheering loudly as Mrs Christian Michaels comes rushing down the entrance ramp. Only partially dressed in her gear with her partially-applied wrist tape hanging from her hands, Kelsey’s abandoned her preparation for her big upcoming title match with Liv Mercer - at least for the moment - to be a mother to Gabby first. She hangs over the barricade to restrain her stepdaughter, who’s in an emotional rage at this stage. Duke leans over. “You are the cause of this. You took him away!” Jared Idol: Kelsey Spencer! Kelsey has come down here to try to restrain her stepdaughter! Bea Torres: I guess she must’ve been watching this match on a monitor in the back. Looks like Kelsey couldn’t stand by getting ready for her own match and just let young Gabriella have a go at Duke Jared Idol: As much as he might deserve it right now, that young lady is still a member of the audience and would have to be ejected if she attacked one of our performers. Kelsey stares daggers through Duke as she struggles from keeping the teenager from hopping the security wall. “You made him soft!” Jared Idol: For months Duke Andrews has been claiming that the Christian Michaels he knew and admired was taken away when Christian and Kelsey began a romantic relationship. At this point Christian began climbing back up. Breathing heavily as the wind was knocked out of him, his face still dripping blood as Duke launches another right boot to the midsection. CM lands back on the mat as Duke rips the shirt off of his body. The Uncanny Socialites t-shirt in his hand he wipes blood from Christian’s face with it before looking at the crumpled fabric in his hand. He spits directly into the shirt before throwing it at Kelsey and Gabby. Kelsey inadvertently catches it in her left hand, and a distraught Gabby seems riled up once more over the action. Bea Torres: Come on now! Dammit stop riling his daughter up! Jared Idol: Woah! Settle down Bea before he comes for us Duke quickly moves back to Christian and grabs him by the hair and jeans. Lifting his body up and throws him into the ring. He quickly slides in. His smirk faded to the hungry attitude of the natural born hunter he is. He gets to his feet and circles his fallen competitor. Grabbing him again as he hoists him up, locking his arms around Christians hips before snapping back. Hitting the German suplex, Duke snaps his hips and lifts Christian back up, snapping back with another German suplex, and once again Duke flips his hips and hoists Christian in the air and releases with another German that launches Christian across the ring. Jared Idol: A trio of devastating German suplexes from Andrews. You know he told me that his friend and mentor David Van Dam has the best German suplexes he’s ever seen, or felt. Duke said in preparation for this match he did a lot of training with Van Dam in Indianapolis at Van Dam’s wrestling academy. Bea Torres: As crisp as those suplexes looked, even at this point in the match, I’d say it paid off. Jared Idol: No argument from me. Duke hops back to his feet and pushes down his right knee pad. He smacks his knee as Christian rolled to his knees after the third German. Duke holds his right hand out and signals for the Kill Shot. His index finger out like a gun before he slapped his knee again. He raced across the ring and lunged at Christian with the knee. Duke landed the shot, his body moving through Christian as he collapsed, Duke’s body landed in between the top and middle rope. He flashed a cocky grin down towards Kelsey, still at ringside, and Gabby sitting front row for this one. Andrews turning his back to them and motioning towards the ref. Duke: Ask him! The ref scrambles over with the mic. Ref: Christian do you.. CM: NOOO! Andrews shook his head and chuckled a bit. He watches with disdain as Michaels slowly, somehow begins to push himself back up. Christian is barely in a kneeling position on his knees when he’s blasted with a second “Kill Shot” from his former friend! Duke Andrews raising his hands already in victory. Once again the ref is instructed to ask Michaels about quitting. Ref: Christian, do you quit? CM: *huff* …….*huff*....No! The crowd roars with cheers as Duke looks at Michaels with a look of shock on his face. He gets in the corner and waits as weakly Christian Michaels is summonion from somewhere the strength to try and push himself off the canvas. It’s a longer, more labored effort this time for Michaels to make it up. The instant he’s on his knees again, Duke is almost literally like a shot fired out of the corner. There’s a audible gasp from the crowd as a THIRD “Kill Shot” running knee collides with the side of CM’s skull, long hair caked in sweat and blood flying about as Michaels is sent crashing back down to the canvas. Jared Idol: Holy sweet mother of God! That’s a massive THIRD “Kill Shot” delivered by Duke Andrews! For the love of everything just give up Christian! This rivalry with Andrews isn’t worth it! Bea Torres: Look at the look of horror etched in the faces of his family at ringside. I don’t know how much more I can watch.. Once again Duke had ran straight through Christian Michaels to the corner. Without even looking back he points to his fallen opponent. The ref knows what is expected and scurries over. He drops down to his knees beside Christian, mic in hand. Ref: Christian do you want to quit?....please just do it dude… Andrews gets a sick moment of amusement out of that. The entire time though he’s looking down at Kelsey and Gabby. Kelsey, still holding the blood soaked shirt bearing the logo of her former tag team, stares back at Duke with a look of utter disdain we rarely see out of her. Duke’s look one of pride at what he’s doing. Jared Idol: Michaels might be out... Ref: Christian? Christian do you?... Bea Torres: I think you’re right Jared! The ref may be moments from stopping this and awarding the match to Duke The only thing we hear from Michaels is deep inhales and exhales. Not getting a response from the man, our ref indeed decides to call this match. He gets to his feet and starts to head towards the ropes to call for the bell. However the ref’s progress is suddenly halted and he looks down to see that Michaels has grabbed him by the left ankle. Bit by bit, hand over hand, Michaels is pulling himself up using the ref. The entire time shaking his head “No” Bea Torres: WHAT?! Just let it be over! Think about your family! Jared Idol: …..I...I don’t even have words... Duke Andrews is stunned. He shakes his head and looks back at Christian’s family again. Looking directly at Kelsey Duke yells at her; “I’m gonna kill him! I’ll do it dammit!”. And almost immediately after the words have left his mouth, Andrews spins around and charges from the corner. Christian was on his feet now, albeit very wobbly. He catches the blur headed his way and shoves the ref away just before taking a leaping “Kill Shot” knee from Duke. And it’s like slow motion as Christian Michaels crumples to the canvas on his side this time. At this point, Gabby erupts into a fury and, despite Kelsey’s somewhat firm grip on her, manages to break free enough to hop the barrier and make a mad dash for the ring. The only thing on her mind? Getting her hands on Duke. However the Michigan native was paying little attention to the commotion. He was determined to end this or Christian one. Which one he favored? Who knows. But he pushed Michaels to his back and knelt over him, raining down a few rights that there was no defense against. The commentary team were silent at this moment. They couldn’t believe the way Andrews was savagely beating on a man who was almost assuredly unconscious Luckily, Kelsey snaps from her own personal distress at the sight of her bloody and beaten husband just in time to see what’s going on. Perhaps on nothing but wrestler’s instinct, she catches the devastated and furious teen in a rear waistlock, lifting her off the ground. Gabby flails her legs wildly and viciously beats on Kelsey’s hands in a desperate attempt to get free… but Kelsey won’t let go. Bea Torres: Aw come on now! Someone’s gotta do something here! Christian Michaels…..Michaels I don’t think he’s conscious and his opponent still raining down heavy right hands….The man’s family has lost it over here near us. Somebody do something dammit! Jared Idol: Well hey Christian did swear he was never going to utter those words. He said Duke would have to kill him and I…..I think Duke Andrews might actually be in a mindframe that he’s ok with that. While arena security helps restrain the younger Michaels, Kelsey has a moment to take in all that’s happening. She looks down at the shirt she’s still clenching in her left hand - the one that’s soaked in her husband’s blood - and then back to Gabby, who’s beside herself, kicking and screaming as she tries to break free of the security’s grip. Finally, her gaze rests on the love of her life lying motionless in a pool of crimson just a few feet away from her in the ring. Her bottom lip begins to noticeably quiver as she looks around at the fans, misty-eyed. Jared Idol: Wait a second! Kelsey Spencer is….She’s.. As Duke gets set to continue his punishment, Kelsey grabs a towel from the timekeeper’s area and tosses it over the top rope and into the ring, signifying that she’s quitting the match on her husband’s behalf. Immediately looking disappointed in herself - or perhaps overwhelmed by the whole situation - Kelsey marches to Gabby on her way to the back, grabs her arm firmly and drags her back up the ramp with her. DING! DING! DING! The ref noticed the towel when it soared over the top rope, by the time it’d hit the mat he was already calling for the bell. Disappointedly he raises the hand of the smug Duke Andrews as the announcement is made. Rumchata Ayano: Here is your winner….Duke ANNNNNDREWS!!! Duke raised his arms in victory as the crowd began its chorus of boos once again. He slipped out of the ring and walked along the edge of the barricade and back towards the ramp. Wearing his blood and Christians as a badge of honor before snatching another beer from a fan in the front row. He took another drink before tossing the beer back towards the ring. Medical personnel were coming from beside the ramp to get to Christian Michaels in the ring. Jared Idol: For anyone wondering why Kelsey left so abruptly after throwing in the towel on her husband tonight, I’d imagine it was to make sure she got her stepdaughter out of her before she could get a piece of Duke Andrews. Not to mention she has to collect herself as in moments she’s got a huge title match against Liv Mercer. Bea Torres: Not to mention the fact that this way the medical staff can work on Christian without interference. I sure hope this is the last of this bloody rivalry Jared. The next time these two face off they very well may kill one another! Jared Idol: If tonight’s match was any indication, I’d say it’s a safe bet that this thing is over. At least I hope so. Folks, as Michaels is carried to the back on the stretcher here, let’s recap the action we’ve already seen tonight before our next match! WINNER: Duke Andrews BY: Forfeit, 27:38 |
Liv Mercer:
You have a lot to say, don’t you Kelsey?
The sound of the Riot champion’s voice cuts through the silence that had been the primary focus of the scene after the camera had shifted their focus to the backstage of the Bell Centre. Liv Mercer stands with her back pressed against the wall, her Riot championship belt securely wrapped around her waist, and her lips pressed in a firm line to make her expression quite clear to read. There was a focused determination in her eyes as she takes a deep breath.
Liv Mercer:
But is it all going to be worth it in the end? Are you going to be able to back up all of that false bravado when you walk out of here tonight empty handed much to the disappointment of all your little friends trying to desperately hype you up on Twitter? What will you have to say for yourself when the realization hits you that it was truly all for nothing? Your attempts to dethrone me as the Riot champion will have been a complete failure and I will remain exactly where I have been since I made my debut on Riot.
Liv pauses, closing her eyes as she does, almost as if she was soaking in the moment for all it was worth. At least until she opens her eyes once again to keep her gaze focused.
Liv Mercer:
Destined to be the Riot champion.
The corners of Liv’s mouth turns upwards into a slight smirk and she finally steps back from the wall. She takes in a deep breath as she pulls up her hoodie over her head.
Liv Mercer:
You did make a good point. Tonight isn’t about Oz or Eliza for that matter. It’s about you and I, it’s about the fact you interrupted my moment, and it’s most definitely about the fact you truly believe that you’re good enough to steal away my Riot championship belt. How many more delusional people must I beat until there is no more disputing the fact I run this show? How many more pretenders will fall at my feet? Tonight in Montreal, this illusion that Kelsey Spencer has built for herself, it’s going to fall apart into tiny little pieces. She’ll find out what a big mistake she made coming onto MY show. The last time we were in the same ring together? I showed Kelsey exactly what is that happens when you keep coming for the Riot champion. I answer that call and I don’t leave any doubts about where I stand.
Liv shakes her head as she reaches down with both of her hands to press the palms up against the front plate of her Riot championship. The very one she held with such pride from the moment she had been crowned the first ever Riot champion.
Liv Mercer:
I will humor your request tonight Kelsey. I won’t bring Oz with me to ringside and that should make it crystal clear to you who exactly is calling the shots between the both of us. You’re no leader Kelsey. We both know this for a fact. You’re a blind follower, it’s why you followed me here to Riot in the first place, and now you believe you can follow in my footsteps as the Riot champion. It’s laughable, but the time for jokes must come to an end, and I’m going to dispose of you much like I have done with my challengers in the past. Riot is The Liv Show and that’s not about to change anytime soon. I’ve got a thing or two left to prove, not just to you, but other bitter little girls who think they can come back and start calling out the champion.
There is slight scoffing sound which can be heard underneath of Liv’s breath as she turns on her heels and she begins to stride down along the corridor. The camera panning in closer upon the silver lettering stitched onto the back of her hoodie which boldly reads “The Liv Show”.
Liv Mercer:
Keep on swinging, but you’ll never hit your target.
Riot Championship Match
Liv Mercer (c) VS Kelsey Spencer
Kelsey meets her opponent Liv in the middle of the ring. The two shake hands as the bell rings. Liv showed off her speed advantage as she ran around Kelsey while she tried to get a hold of her. Liv struck quickly and almost dazed her opponent with a combination of quick kicks and forearms to the chest. Kelsey finally catches her and short-arm clotheslines her before throwing Liv completely out of the ring. However Liv landed on the apron and springboards back in, hitting a forearm right on the jaw of Kelsey; stumbling her backwards and down to one knee. A roundhouse kick floors Kelsey as Liv desperately covers Kelsey but she kicks out with some power, leaving Liv to go for their bridging northern lights suplex but Kelsey counters it into their superkick. Kelsey tries to shake the cobwebs out as the determined Liv fights back with punches to the abdomen of Kelsey. As Liv gets onto their feet, Kelsey knocks them down again by a quick headbutt. Liv pulls themselves back up and connect with two punches before attempting a rebound haymaker. Kelsey catches her by the arm. She then put down Liv with their ripcord knee strike! Hoping to capture the belt she dives onto Liv quickly but the champion hangs on with a kick out at 2! Kelsey shows off some wonderful chain wrestling mixed with strikes and keeps Liv close to the mat, knowing her best bet is to take away her swing she picks up a near fall but it isn’t quite enough and once Liv makes it back to her feet. Liv unrelenting attack on her opponent’s body continues, forcing Kelsey into the corner with some hard chops, Liv is forced to back off and Kelsey then comes out of the corner with fire, taking some serious strikes to Liv and surprises them with their german suplex! Liv is kept down by Kelsey with measured punches while holding her head before knocking Liv down with a stiff kick to the back of the head. After Liv kicks out, Kelsey goes to grapple Liv when she takes Kelsey with a double leg takedown and gives out rights and lefts to Kelsey forcing her to cover up. Liv does get back up and lands her roundhouse kick. Then as she gets Kelsey ready for the bridging northern lights suplex but Kelsey narrowly avoids it and sends Liv into the ropes with their elbow smash but miss their follow-up superkick as Liv catches them with a surprise uppercut and then a Dragon Sleeper! Kelsey goes down with Liv who tries to escape with all her might, eventually hooking the ropes with her legs. Liv hooks Kelsey’s leg but they kick out at a near three count. Kelsey reverses Liv trying to hit their headscissors takedown into a DDT that sets up Kelsey for their Straight Jacket Neckbreaker Slam. They get the pin but Liv just gets a shoulder up. This prompts Kelsey to set up their finisher while Liv grabs the referee as a human shield. After shoving the official into Kelsey, Liv jabs Kelsey in the eye before a big roundhouse kick followed by their headscissors takedown sets up Kelsey for Liv’s finisher Stay Grounded. Kelsey falls back after being driven into Liv’s foot and Liv then crawls over and covers Kelsey exhausted; rolling onto her back as she hears the bell ring and is presented her Riot Championship. WINNER: Liv Mercer (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Stay Grounded), 15:18 |
The feed switches to the dressing room area where Bowie Kennedy stands at the interview position.
Bowie Kennedy:
Earlier tonight, we heard from Bethany Driver about the Last Person Standing match, and now let's hear from her opponent tonight, my guest at this time, The American Monster Jacob Hammerstein.
Hammerstein walks into frame, a huge grin on his face.
Bowie Kennedy:
You look extremely happy tonight. Why the smile?
Hammerstein:
Why wouldn't I be smiling, Bowie? Why wouldn't I be happy? Tonight, I get the chance to finally... FINALLY...get rid of this pesky little mosquito that keeps buzzin around my ear. Bethany Driver has been buggin me for months now, buzzin around my ear, goin “Buzz buzz, I know you kicked my ass twice, but I just can't get be stopped. You can't keep me down. I'll keep getting up. Buzz buzz.”
Hammerstein holds out his left hand and acts as if a bug was flying around and lands in the palm of his hand. He looks into the camera, his grin even wider.
Hammerstein:
Bethany, ya think ya got me on the run. Ya think ya got my number. But ya know somethin, Bethany? I got ya…
Hammerstein slams his right hand down onto the palm of his hand, then act like he's thumping something off his hand.
Hammerstein:
...right where I want ya.
Hammerstein walks off the set, then turns around walks back on set.
Hammerstein:
And I almost forgot.
Ma and Pa Driver are gonna be in attendance tonight. Well, I'm well known to be a gracious and hospitable host, so I brought a couple of welcoming gifts.
Hammerstein reaches into a brown paper bag and pulls out a carrot.
Hammerstein:
This is for Ma Driver, and I'm sure you're whinnyin and stampin with delight, seein this big ol’ juicy carrot.
BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!
Hammerstein pulls out a pair of noise cancelling headphones.
Hammerstein:
No, wait. That's for everybody else that has to listen to ya, ya banshee soundin motherfucker.
Hammerstein tosses the earphones into the bag and tosses it to the side. His smile now gone, Hammerstein looks into the camera, his eyes full of hate and anger.
Hammerstein:
In all seriousness, and I'm one hundred percent fuckin serious, tonight, Bethany, Montreal P.D. needs to make sure they bring the yellow tape, because after I'm done with ya, that won't be a wrestlin ring out there…
Hammerstein chuckles a bit, then grins evily.
Hammerstein:
... it'll be a goddamn crime scene!
Hammerstein walks off set again, yelling at those gathered around to get out of his way.
The scene cuts backstage to a dark room. Suddenly a spotlight turns on in the center of the room and there’s nobody there.
??:
This is where you fall apart. This is where you break. This is where you all remember my name.
Megan Rydell steps into the spotlight from the shadows, her eyes laser focused onto the camera before she begins to speak.
Megan Rydell:
Look into my eyes. Can you see it? Can you see me? We are not the same.
She pauses for a moment, her green eyes staring into the camera, as if she’s giving an opening to her soul for everyone that is watching at home.
Megan Rydell:
Tiffany. Spider. They are all show. Pomp and circumstance. Tiffany wants to play innocent but she can’t help but brag and gloat about how she’s a triple champion and Spider?
Megan scoffs and shakes her head.
Megan Rydell:
Her return with all of those hooded people explains it all, to be quite honest. Simply enough? They both want the spotlight on them when neither of them deserve it. Tiffany used her family to get where she is now and that’s why she hid behind it for so long. She wanted you all to believe she did this on her own but did she?
Meg can’t help but let out a small laugh.
Megan Rydell:
No, she didn’t. But me? When I chose to get into the wrestling business? I hid it from Kenzie that I was training for over a year. I didn’t ask for her help and i didn’t want it. As for Spider? She had quite a year well over a year ago, didn’t she? But what happened? She fell just as fast as she rose and now she’s back to prove that it wasn’t a fluke but here’s the thing… It was.
Megan shrugs.
Megan Rydell:
Tonight, I will take back what is mine, the Cloud Gate Championship, but I will also put an end to the charade that Tiffany and Spider have been putting on their entire careers. They are both fake, they aren’t real and they don’t want this like I do. I give my life for this sport, I give EVERYTHING for it. Which is why Tiffany and Spider won’t survive tonight against me because I’m the one who is in control of the narrative now, and that narrative? It’s that I am the fucking greatest wrestler to grace Millennium Wrestling. I set my sights on dominating this company when it was simply known as Pride Pro Wrestling and now? Now I will fulfill my destiny. For those of you who doubt me? Get on your knees and bow down.
Megan pauses and gives a sinister smirk to the camera.
Megan Rydell:
Because tonight? Your heroes will fall beneath me. They’ll get on their knees too, as they pray for someone to save them from my wrath but I will break them down, piece by piece until there is nothing left but me… Standing tall in the middle of the ring as your Cloud Gate Champion and I won’t stop there. No, it is just the beginning until I give Millennium a REAL Millennium Champion, a REAL leader that you all deserve. Not an injury prone bitch like Chris, not a cry baby like Melissa Reeves, not a fluke champion like SERO and definitely not a washed up vet like Jason Hawk. No, the Megan Rydell era is here…. And it’s going to hit you like a hurricane.
The light turns off and the scene goes black before cutting out.
Last Person Standing Match
Hammerstein VS Bethany Driver
As Bethany made her way to the ring, she stopped to give her parents a hug as they wished her luck in her battle. As she turned to walk away, her Dad admonished her to give her Mom the Mother's Day present of kicking Hammerstein's ass. Bethany replied with a smile and a nod before entering the ring. As Highway to Hell by AC/DC blared, Hammerstein walked down the aisle, an arrogant grin on his face. When he got to the ringside area, he walked towards Driver's parents. He stood in front of the Drivers, then pulled a carrot from his trunks and offered it to Momma Driver, a reference to the “Horseface” insults he made towards her on social media. Mr. Driver stood, fists clenched, ready to defend the honor of his wife, but Hammerstein tossed the carrot to Bethany's Mom and began dancing around like a boxer, taunting the man. This left Hammerstein vulnerable and Bethany took advantage of the opening, jumping from the apron into him, and sending him into the ring barricade. The official calls for the bell as Driver pummels Hammerstein against the barricade. With the match officially underway, Driver was relentless, landing combination strikes to Hammerstein, who had little choice but to cover up and weather the storm and hope that she would let up and give him an opening. That opening came when she took two steps back to line home up for a big kick. Hammerstein roared off the barricade with a clothesline that turned Bethany inside out. Driver quickly got her feet, but was mowed down again by another clothesline. The American Monster rolled her into the ring and began Irish Whipping her from corner to corner until she collapsed as he whipped her out of the corner. Hammerstein commanded the referee to count, but Driver was up at five, and leaned against the ropes. Hammerstein took her, and himself, over the top rope with a Cactus Clothesline, leaving them both sprawled out on the floor. Hammerstein went to the timekeeper's table, pushed him away, and grabbed his chair. He lined Driver up, then drew the chair back, but Bethany connected with a hard low roundhouse kick to the ribs of The American Monster that caused him to drop the chair. As Hammerstein clutched at his side, Driver uncharacteristically grabbed the chair. When Hammerstein turned to his opponent, Bethany swung the chair and leveled him with a shot that landed right on his hairline. The crowd gasped as Hammerstein staggered backwards, blood pouring down his face and chest. He fell back onto the floor, his back against the ringsteps. Bethany looked at the bloody mess her opponent had become and was horrified, not at Hammerstein bleeding, because he deserved it, but because she had lowered herself to his level. She dropped the chair as the referee began to count Hammerstein out. As the blood continued to flow, he beat the referee's count by two seconds. Hammerstein leaned against the ring apron, his blood dripping onto the canvas, and challenged Driver to bring it on. As she obliged, however, she caught a thumb to the eye. Undaunted, Bethany swung on Hammerstein with a right hand, but the wily rulebreaker blocked it and trapped her arm under his. She swung her left, but that attempt ended the same way. With both of Driver's arms trapped in his, The American Monster unleashed a rapid succession of headbutts that covered her head and face in his blood. After the last headbutt, both fighters appeared to be out on their feet, as they were leaning against each other, shoulder to shoulder, unwittingly holding each other up. Driver stood back to deliver a punch, but Hammerstein ducked, picked her up, and delivered a devastating Uranage onto the ring apron. As Bethany tried to catch her breath, Hammerstein leaned in, got face-to-face with her, and, while his blood dropped onto her face, went into a profanity laced tirade. The referee began his count, but Driver was able to pull herself up just before ten. Driver and Hammerstein battered each other for the next ten minutes, with The American Monster bleeding all over himself, Driver, and the ringside area, but neither could keep the other down for the ten count. The crowd roared in approval as Bethany gained the advantage and howled in anger when Hammerstein was on control. He tried to Irish Whip Bethany into the barricade, but Driver reversed and sent him into the steel. Bethany climbed onto the apron to get a running start for a dive into Hammerstein, but as she jumped off the apron, The American Monster intercepted her, crashing into her with The POUNCE. Bethany landed in a heap in front of her parents. As the referee began his count, Hammerstein staggered his way towards her. Driver's parents yelled for their daughter to get up, but Hammerstein stepped between them and shoved the referee down, interrupting the count. The American Monster then turned and spit a mouthful of bloody spit on them. As Hammerstein turned to continue beating Bethany, Mr. Driver yelled at him, cursing him for spitting on his wife. Hammerstein turned around, climbed over the barricade and confronted the Drivers. The referee stopped counting and climbed over the barricade to try to get between Hammerstein and them. Security tried to get on the scene, but the near riotous crowd had gathered too close around Hammerstein and the Drivers. Hammerstein challenged Daddy Driver to throw the first punch, even leaning in and pointing at his jaw. Instead of throwing the punch, Mr. Driver stepped aside and Mrs. Driver kicked The American Monster right in the crotch. Hammerstein doubled over in pain, much to the delight of the fans and the Drivers. Hammerstein's pain and embarrassment blinded him to the fact that Bethany had gotten up and gotten behind him. When The American Monster stood up, Bethany jumped up and hit a modified backstabber that pulled him over the barricade and to the floor. Hammerstein and Driver got up at about the same time, and Bethany kicked him in the stomach, grabbed the double underhooks, and dropped him with the B-A-DDT. The referee started his count, but Hammerstein dragged himself to his feet at eight. Driver hit The American Monster with The Bethany Driver. Hammerstein laid on the floor, still bleeding profusely. Hammerstein rolled over to his hands and knees as the referee's count reached six. Hammerstein got to his knees, smiling at The Drivers and stating that Bethany could never keep him down. His boasts were cut off, however as Bethany hit the MurderGraps Drive-By to the back of his head. Hammerstein's head smacks the floor and he lays motionless as the referee makes the ten count. The crowd burst into cheers and Bethany dropped to her knees in elation as the referee raised her hand in victory. Driver walked over to her parents and shared a group hug with them, celebrating her triumph and the exorcism of the demon of Hammerstein from her life. Driver rolled into the ring and climbed to the middle turnbuckles. She looked down on Hammerstein as he was helped to the back by trainers and officials. Bethany raised her arms in triumph as the crowd chanted “BETH-A-NY! BETH-A-NY! BETH-A-NY!” WINNER: Bethany Driver BY: 10 count (MurderGraps Drive-By), 16:06 |
The cameras cut to backstage, where Camari Hayre is standing and waiting with a microphone at hand.
Camari Hayre:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, the Cloud Gate Champion...Tiffany Tompkins.
Right on cue, Tiffany steps into the frame with her Cloud Gate title draped over her shoulder and already donning her ring gear. There's a slightly tense atmosphere between them, considering their recent history, but the champion's focus on her upcoming match cleared the air for Camari to continue her job in a professional manner.
Camari Hayre:
So Tiff, these past two nights of action have been absolutely incredible so far. And yet we're still waiting for what I'm sure will be an epic clash for the Cloud Gate Championship. So the first thing I gotta ask is, how excited are you for tonight's match?
Camari holds the microphone up to Tiffany's face, who smirks as she delivers her answer.
Tiffany Tompkins:
Excited is the least of it Cammy...
After being called that by Tiffany, Camari's wincing expression is caught just before the camera focuses on the champ...
Tiffany Tompkins:
...I can't tell you how fun this Great White North Tour has been. Me and my boyfriend have had the best time touring across this great country. I love competing here, and although this tour is about to end, I promise you this ain't the last time I'll be fighting here, especially here in Montreal!
The crowd can be heard cheering loudly, causing Tiffany to break character for a moment and give a thumbs up to the camera, acknowledging the audience.
Camari Hayre:
Well it certainly sounds like you got a few fans up here. But of course you should know that it will take a lot more than fan support to overcome tonight's challenge...
Tiffany cuts Camari off, annoying the interviewer slightly.
Tiffany Tompkins:
This weekend has been absolutely insane, and I owe it to these people to give them the best I've got. I actually need to give my best in order to beat my opponents tonight. I mean, I already know what Megan Rydell is capable of...
The tone shifts from excitement to intensity.
Tiffany Tompkins:
She......well......you already know the things she's done to me......but a lot of things have changed since then. I've embraced who I am, I've admitted to my mistakes, and I've proved how little that has changed me as a fighter. You can call me Tompkins, call me Hudson, call me Halliwell, the story stays the same: I am a fighter and I won't stop fighting until I come out on top. That's how I won this title, that's how I'm gonna win tonight, and I'll gladly kick Meg's head off one last time to do it!
Tiffany pauses for the crowd to applaud again.
Tiffany Tompkins:
And then we have Spider. You know, I've been looking forward to our rematch, ever since Miss Bitch-A-Lot stuck her nose in our business. It's a shame how things have turned out, but I ain't one to complain, I know how it goes, so I'm gonna head into this match with the same mentality I always have. It's a triple threat match so I don't have to be pinned to lose this title, but considering how sneaky my opponents are, I wouldn't put it past them to avoid me at all costs. I can't blame them, but I'll just have to work twice as hard to make sure that doesn't happen. Once all has been said and done, and when I walk away with this title, then Spider, I promise you a one-on-one rematch. Until then, try not to get squashed.
Camari pulls the microphone away from her again, finally able to speak.
Camari Hayre:
Well thank you for that Tiffy, I'm sure that match will be an explosive one...
Tiffany Tompkins:
You're damn right it will...
Tiffany is about to pat Camari on the back, but remembering the fiasco from last time, she stopped herself and instead went for a handshake. Camari, who was braced for impact for a moment, saw this and smirked at Tiffany's professionalism...until Tiffany swerved her, pulling her hand back before Camari could grab it, and laughing to herself as she walked away, leaving Camari flustered and embarrassed.
Camari Hayre:
Let's just move on already!
Spider looks annoyed. She sits backstage, her wrists taped up, her boots tied. She’s ready for her match later.
Spider:
I want to be excited for this. I really do.
She frowns.
Spider:
It’s a little weird, isn’t it? People strive to get to where I’m at right now. They love that opportunity, to come in, make their big return to wrestling, and pick up where they left off, as if nothing had happened. Spider, one of the hottest wrestlers in the early part of 2018… was there anybody doing it as well as I was?
Spider shrugs.
Spider:
Maybe. But there was my name, right up there with the rest. And then life happened.
She rolls her wrist, hearing a small pop as it cracks.
Spider:
An injury that I should have had surgically repaired… but didn’t. The whole Balfour situation. Moving to Los Angeles.
She smiles, holding up her hand and showing off a wedding ring.
Spider:
And hey, I finally settled down. Who could have seen that coming? But I think that trajectory, no matter how much I fought against it, was always bound to circle back…. Here.
She looks around.
Spider:
This is where it all started, ain’t it? Pride Pro Wrestling… different management, different city, different… everything, really. But history is history. Can’t erase what’s already happened. And the record books, like it or not, show that the belt I’ll be fighting for tonight… it used to be mine. First champ, long before it was even called the Cloud Gate Championship.
But it was a different time back then. Before the world tours, before we were being televised around the world…. Hell, that was even before Pride got wound up in all that interpromotional whatever. A lot can change in a year, right?
She stands up, stretching out.
Spider:
All of that, you’d think I’d be ready. You’d think I’d be excited. But here I am… and this isn’t the match I thought I’d get. Nah… when I came to Millennium, I had my sights set on one singular objective, and that was Tiffany Tompkins. Not because she had a belt I wanted. Nah. I’ve held it. I know what it’s like. The belt is… you know, it’s a belt. It’s a symbol or some shit. What I wanted was a one-on-one match. Not some bullshit with some third party who only cares about the title. That shit doesn’t matter to me, not right now, anyway. That’s the shit you realize once you’ve had a good run, once you’ve been the champion. You realize that it doesn’t solve your problems.
Megan… seems that’s all it is. She NEEDS that belt, because then she can point to something solid, some tangible shit that’s not some ten minutes of fame that Britt Kane stomped all over. She can say she won a belt, that maybe there’s some validation to that claim that she’s as good as she says she is. Thing is… I know god damn well I’m as good as I say I am, because the entire fucking BUSINESS has said that I’m as good as I say I am. Give it time, the championships, the accolades… they’ll come. I don’t need to scare the champ into giving me a match. I don’t need to rebel against management to cling to a lone shot at the championship so I can prove, maybe even to myself, that maybe I’m pretty good at this shit. Once upon a time, that’s exactly what I needed to do.
Like I said… a lot changes in a year.
When the time comes, I’ll take the Cloud Gate Championship, and it won’t really matter who’s holding it when I do. Shit, that might even be tonight. How lucky do you two feel? But at this stage, at this precise moment, what I’m interested is the person holding the belt. Seems everywhere you go, all you hear is how Tiffany is raising the bar in this business, that she’s the one to beat. She’s the fastest rising star in wrestling right now.
That’s real cool. But one year ago, that was me. That was my name. The Cloud Gate Championship, that’s just the icing on the cake, really. I’m not interested in that. I’m not interested in Megan sticking her nose in my business. Someday, and I hope it’s someday soon, I’ll get that one-on-one match with Tiffany, without any bullshit interference. Just two people fighting it out… ain’t that what Millennium used to pride itself on? That’s the match people will pay to see. Tiffany Tompkins against Spider. No interference. No gimmicks. No bullshit. The fastest rising star of 2018, against the fastest rising star of 2019 to determine which of the two can really be called ‘The best.’
THAT’s the title I want back.
Cloud Gate Championship Match
Triple Threat
Triple Threat
Tiffany Tompkins (c) VS Spider VS Megan Rydell
Almost immediately, Tiffany was stepping forward when the bell rang. Quiet confidence from the triple champion as she eyeballed the other two, particularly Rydell, before she lifted both of her hands, gesturing both of them to come at her, getting the crowd in an uproar! Five Feet of Death was at the ready, her steely eyed gaze enough to melt the spines of most competitors, especially when coupled with what she was capable of. Fortunately, Rydell and Spider were far from the average competitor, especially the latter who was more amused than infuriated, which Rydell certainly wasn’t amused in the slightest. The slugfest started with Rydell making the initial leap into the fray while Spider hung back. This was violent, this was personal, and Tiffany was ready for her as she ducked under the spear, flipping Rydell over her shoulder! It looked effortless despite the timing, concentration, and skill it took. This was personal, Tiffany wanted to humiliate her, to break her. An axe kick was unleashed from on high, Rydell rolling out of the way and sweep kicking her from beneath in a fit of rage from the act of embarrassment! Spider? She was to the side, chilling, happy to cheer them both on as they attacked eachother. Hey, they were doing a great job of doing her job for her, why interrupt? Tiffany and Megan were nothing short of a two person bloodbath, both walking manifestations of complete and utter fury, maelstroms of violence incarnate. Fists, feet, forearms, knees, and elbows. Hard hitting strikes and harder hitting slams that reverberated throughout the arena. One could be forgiven for thinking that this was a deathmatch in lieu of a triple threat, which-- Yep, there Spider was! Diving off the top rope in a moonsault, she absolutely collided with the pair right as it seemed Megan was about to set up a DDT, bombing both of them and turning it into the threeway that was promised! All hell broke loose on the ground as the slugfest entered a new dimension entirely as tangled limbs battered one another constantly. All three fought their way to their feet, exchanging blows left and right, whenever one got over on the other, the third interrupted! An elbow from Spider to Megan had her launching into Tiffany who caught her in a swinging neckbreaker, onto to catch a soccer kick to the head from Spider, who was buckling from a rising kick to her neck from the still dazed Megan! That same dazed Megan was giving her another kick, then another, rising to her feet before hitting the kneeling Spider with a superkick to finish her off. Brushing off her shirt in a brief mockery, she looked to the two downed opponents and .. Oh no, she was going to the top rope! She was calling for it, Folks! She was going for the Fly-Dell! She was climbing to the second, then the top rope! Diving off of it, she was aiming for the splash to both of her opponents, only to… No. TIFFANY HAD HER KNEES UP! Megan collided into those knees stomach first, bouncing off of them and landing hard onto Spider after, clutching her ribs as the bleeding Tompkins crawled up to her feet, wiping the red from her face. Twice she stomped her foot, signalling for what they knew was coming, and as Megan tried to get to her feet? Tiffany hit it! The DEATH KICK! Driving her foot into the side of the Rydell’s head, she, herself, damn near stumbled off kilter and hit the ground before she looked to the almost out of it Spider. No, was she going for a second? ABSOLUTELY! She executed a second Deathkick! Going off of her feet from the force of this one, but luckily landing on the ground next to her opponent as she rolled over and draped herself across Spider. 1.. 2.. 3! TOMPKINS WINS! WINNER: Tiffany Tompkins (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Deathkick), 18:11 |
Nirvana’s “Very Ape” blares out of the PA System and the Montreal fateful are cheering loudly and proudly for The Five Foot Death Machine in the middle of the ring as she’s being presented with the championship she worked real hard to retain. She’s not letting the moment get to her entirely but you can tell it’s a huge deal for the 19 year old. But before we can have too much celebration we can hear a different kind of loud clapping. A clapping that gets a little slower before you see on the big screen the sight of a man who hasn’t been seen since Toronto in this company. The man in question being Seth Iser as you can see from a hotel room of sorts he’s clapping.
Seth Iser:
Well well...congratulations. I’ve been watching the show live from Australia considering I have my own work that needs to be done here. And it’d be obvious why I’d be interested because the love of my life wrestled Night 1. But I had a camera man come down here because I was betting on a certain result on Night 2. I remembered this little trick since Shawn Fox used this little nugget on me at the beginning of the year. But the bigger point here is this: I bet on a winner tonight.
The audience that had been cheering Tiff entirely had flipped to boos entirely just from hearing Seth’s voice but Seth obviously isn’t hearing their reaction even if he can imagine it. He straightens the black tie on his suit that he hasn’t taken off considering he’s representing wrestling still. The normal scowl on his face lightens up ever so slightly.
Seth Iser:
Yes I bet on a winner. And this is not an insult to Spider or Megan Rydell in the slightest. They’re both good at their brand of wrestling. Really good even. But what was the common denominator there eh? Rydell went after you and your championship. And Spider came back to the company...to face you. That’s another thing to take notice of. And here you are...beating back both of their challenges at the same time. Quite an impressive piece of work for an evening.
Seth’s scowl evaporates for a moment as he still has his arms crossed.
Seth Iser:
But here’s how I bet on a winner. The next Pay Per View that’s being worked on for this company? There was an agreement made. It was quite the generous little offer...because I agreed to one more match for the company. And the match? It’s a rematch against you.
The crowd lets out a roar at this piece of news as Tiff looks at Seth with a guarded expression knowing this could be a set up somewhere considering how devious Seth’s been in his career as her trainers have probably told her.
Seth Iser:
And if you were the champion? Which...looking at you as is kiddo, you are...that means I truly get to live up to what I said in Toronto. I’m emancipating the Cloud Gate Championship from you and will show many people in the company and the wrestling world how a true professional wrestler represents a championship. Yes...if I were to win our second match I’d agree to represent the company, the brand, and the championship to the best of my ability on a full time basis. Mr. Vaccaro found that portion of the deal that was asked for easy to agree to. It is again being part of being a professional.
That statement doesn’t win him friends in Montreal but again Seth doesn’t hear the giant French-Canadian boovation that’s directed at him.
Seth Iser:
I don’t care where the location is for that. Wrestling fans are bad in any part of the world except for Puerto Rico but that’s another story. A town? A city? A flea market? Rural middle of nowhere? A damn Indian Reservation across a frozen river? Doesn’t matter there either. The people all around the area and even some distant parts of the world if they’re crazy enough will fly in to see a special wrestler. A professional wrestler has a duty to be a professional and go there and wrestle if you’re under contract. It’s also pretty satisfying to hear those angry people boo you after you’ve proven your own greatness right and their assertions of you wrong. I never tire of that. I also never tire of championship opportunities in a one on one setting. If it’s prestigious enough I’ll wrestle for it in the damned North Pole for the right one on one match. But…
There’s that dreaded word as Iser raises his hand up with his right index finger up in the air.
Seth Iser:
But...there’s another thing as a competitor I’ll never get tired of either more than anything in the world. As I said...this is no disrespect to the Spider or Megan...but as stated before you’re the special one here. Someone who could even take wrestling to a different height with what you could represent and I don’t say that about hardly anyone. I say this as fact because I stepped in the ring with you. And that means the championship is worth even more beating you for it. And...there’s a certain prestige to beating you as well. And it’s something that’ll add another notch to my already secure, already pristine, already trailblazing legacy that I’ve forged together in my seventeen year career. But the total truth?
Seth then has a semblance of a smirk that isn’t joyful at all. It looks manipulative and borderline evil.
Seth Iser:
The truth is...this championship will have a special place even above certain other ones I’ve won. It’s for one simple reason because of what I learned in that ring against you to bottom line it: I’ll never tire of beating you. Never…
The smirk quickly vanishes after that declaration but it seems Iser is done speaking his message and Tiff just looks at what she received knowing another challenge awaits with that steely resolve but it’s also the second PPV in a row where her celebration is cut short.
A pre-recorded message plays over footage of last night's events. The images show the match between SILK and Millennium's own Melissa Reeves, which ended controversially thanks to the interference of Franky Harris. Reeves herself talks over the tape.
Melissa Reeves:
So I bring in an outside star in SILK, I put on an exhibition spectacle with him - the fans lap it up, social media pops to talk about it. Then, of course, GvB...you have to make everything about you, don't you?
The images show Franky's involvement, enough to end the match.
Melissa Reeves:
So you send out that fat little pitbull Franky to wreck the match?
Reeves sighs. The images show Melissa and SILK successfully fending him off, though.
Melissa Reeves:
Of course you did. A chance to try and soften me up, huh? Anything to get advantage because even you think your boy Sero can't stand against me. Shame it didn't exactly work out so well for you, huh?
Now we see Franky retreating, with a disappointed SILK and angry Reeves left in the ring.
Melissa Reeves:
But it's more than that, you shit on a guest to try and run your politics. We brought in eyes that may not have otherwise been on Millennium and all you did was show those people what a cluster you run. So well done, you stupid idiot.
The camera shot transitions to showing her standing along in a darkened room. She shakes her head and looks at her phone, showing numerous negative tweets about the events toward the camera.
Melissa Reeves:
All you did is remind me that you don't care about Millennium. You care about your own ego, your control. You care about making money. That's why, until this battle is won, I won't be doing more than the minimum required by my contract. You wanna earn money off my hard work, van Beek, you better start playing nice.
She shrugs.
Melissa Reeves:
But until then, no more interviews, no more radio appearances, no more of me helping you make bank. I'm taking that title tonight and then Millennium will run on my terms, not yours.
The shot abruptly cuts, leaving the fans in attendance to consider Reeves' words.
MWE Championship Match
Triple Threat
Triple Threat
SERO (c) VS Melissa Reeves VS Jason Hawk
Here we go, main event of the night, the last ever match of the Canadian Tour, with the biggest prize on the line. All the controversy surrounding SERO and how he got to the title, the absence of Chris Kane and his injury, the feud going on between Reeves and the owner Grace van Beek, Jason Hawk and his personal war against the world. None of that mattered anymore. There were only three wrestlers, and the MWE Championship. The bell rang, cautiously the three moved toward the centre of the ring, keeping an eye on everyone’s movements. Jason started laughing and took a step back, rolling out of the ring. Melissa shook her head at him and got caught by a stiff forearm strike by SERO, who began his usual hammering offense, dropping Mel down with a roaring elbow at the end of lightning quick combination of kicks to the legs and a jumping knee. He didn’t go for the cover, picking the opponent up instead and sending her in the corner. He then turned to Hawk who was trying to sneak back in the ring and kicked him off the apron. When he brought his attention back to Reeves, Melissa was already charging at him with a shotgun dropkick that sent the leader of The Few in the corner. And with him stuck there, Mel could let out all her frustration and hatred for the japanese wrestler and for Grace, stomping the hell out of him. She then picked him up and hit him with two european uppercuts, sending him to the opposite corner with an irish whip. She then charged at him, or tried to. Hawk grabbed her leg and tripped her over, getting back into the ring and charging at SERO with a yakuza kick. The champ was down, Jason delighted the fans with a split legged moonsault making the cover for a two count. He tried to put pressure on the referee, telling him to count faster, offering the flank to Reeves who kicked him in the stomach, nailing him with a cradle DDT. She rolled him over and made the cover, immediately interrupted by a vicious stomp to the back by the MWE Champion. SERO grabbed her and tossed her over the top rope, focusing on His Dying Majesty, who was recovering in the corner with some hard chops across the chest. He then lifted him with a suplex and dropping him on his knees, hooking the leg for a cover. Melissa Reeves caught Hawk with a scoop powerslam, immediately turning her attention to the charging SERO and taking him down with a drop toe hold, transitioning to a side headlock. From that position, she began punching the champion’s head, apparently enjoying doing so. The leader of The Few stood up, trying to push Mel away and free himself from her hold. But the former Liberty Champion didn’t let him go, tightening her grasp. Hawk charged at her, but Mel jumped and extended her feet hitting him with a dropkick while driving SERO to the mat with a sort of bulldog. Rolling the champion on her back she hooked his leg, but this was not enough to beat the Panther King. Hawk and Mel engaged in a brawl in the middle of the ring. His Dying Majesty came out victorious from the exchange, sending the Reaver against the ropes and hitting her with a bicycle knee that left her stunned. He took a short run, grabbing her by the wrist and kicking her head in with the ZUUUUUUMA!, getting this close to the win, frustrated by SERO’s making the save. The MWE champion had now Reeves on his shoulders in a fireman carry position, dropping her into a discus punch for the move he calls Tekken Tachikaze. Mel wasn’t moving, knocked out by the vicious strikes. The Panther King went for another pinfall, interrupted by Hawk who deadlifted him with a German Suplex, charging in with a shining wizard as he tried to get back on his feet. The champ was stunned, Reeves was still down… This was Jason’s best opportunity, and he decided to capitalize on it by picking up SERO and dropping him on his head with the Wings Of Time. At the very last second, the leader of The Few raised his shoulder. Hawk was livid, taking it on the referee and even pushing the official. Reeves moved behind his back and grabbed his leg, taking him down and applying the Iron Lock, a heel hook she recently added to her arsenal. Jason fought desperately, trying to hang on despite the excruciating pain. He tried to drag himself toward the ropes, slowly crawling toward them. But he never reached them, as the submission he was locked in was broken by the MWE Champion’s intervention. SERO quickly picked Melissa up and hit her with a jumping knee, tossing her out of the ring unceremoniously. It was just him and Hawk, with His Dying Majesty barely able to stand up. It didn’t take long for SERO to connect the Tenchi Kaijin, successfully retaining the title despite Melissa’s attempt to break it up. WINNER: SERO BY: Pinfall (Tenchi Kaijin), 16:47 |