Millennium XXVII: Viva La Revolucion Tour -Ciudad Juarez

Millennium XXVII: Viva La Revolucion Tour -Ciudad Juarez May 23, 2019 17:36:56 GMT -6

Post by gvb on May 23, 2019 17:36:56 GMT -6

Viva La Revoluciòn Tour
Millennium XXXVII
Live from Estadio Olimpico Benito Juarez in Ciudad Juarez, CHH
Wednesday, May 22nd, 2019

The show opens with an aerial shot of the Estadio Olimpico Benito Juarez in Ciudad Juarez. The first stop of the Viva La Revolucion Tour, the first MWE show south of the border, the first outdoor event. And, most importantly, the first series of matches of the Battle Of The Briefcase tournament. "When Legends Rise" by Godsmack blasts out of the PA system, and Pyros explode all over the entrance stage. With a quick movement, the camera pans over the sold out crowd, highlighting some signs the fans brought in tonight.

"The Montreal Screwjob!" "Welcome back Brittany" "RIP Christian Michaels" "Millennium > Riot" "CHOOOOO CHOOOO!" "Spider can have my babies"

Jared and Bea are already sitting at their desk, readu to call another great night of action.

Jared Idol:
Buenas Tardes, ladies and gentlemen! Millennium is coming to you live tonight from the lovely Ciudad Juarez!

Bea Torres:
VIVA MEXICO! Y VIVA LA REVOLUCION!"

Jared Idol:
Tonight marks the beggining of our mexican tour and, oh boy, we have one stacked card for you!

Bea Torres:
Damn right! We will see four, and I said FOUR matches for the Battle Of The Briefcase tournament.

Jared Idol:
Sixteen stars, eight from Riot and eight from Millennium will battle for a unique opportunity. A granted shot at any title and the power to book or change any match.

Bea Torres:
Last year's winner Nessa Wall made great use of the biefcase, changing the stipulation of the 5 versus 5 match at Year One and cashing in at Deep Six to capture the biggest prize of the company.

Jared Idol:
Aye. Who's going to win this... Hold on, I've just been told there's something going on outside. A protest, I understand?

Knox is seen outside the arena carrying a picket sign and pacing in front of the building. The sign reads THE END IS NIGH.

Cutting back to ringside, Bea and Jared are exchanging a puzzled look.

Bea Torres:
Really?

The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to the sight of a woman with long purple hair. She is wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and she is wearing a Sailor Moon t shirt. She is followed closely behind by her paparazzi following and this is when we are able to see the one and only Crystal Zdunich. She cracks a wide grin as she runs her fingers through her hair and glares directly into the lens of the camera.

Crystal Hilton:
So is this what all of you wanted? When I came into this company I came with the intention to let the past stayed buried in the past but yet nobody would let me just rest in peace. No matter how much I tried to run away from it everybody was quick to bring up the past. Everyone was quick to talk me down like I don’t matter and Christina Rose became a fucking joke.

Crystal shakes her head in utter disgust as she looks deep into the cameras.

Crystal Hilton:
I tried my best to be the little nerd that everybody expected me to be and yet it didn’t do anything from me. People on my Twitter fed like to talk shit about me. Everyone sees me as being this big joke and all across my Twitter feed people come into company and immediately act like I don’t have it anymore. They act like I just don’t matter and I won’t amount to anything and that pisses me off so much. I know for a fact that I am much better than that. I am one of the best premier athletes in this industry today and I won’t be disrespected by anyone.

Crystal smiles as she looks back at her paparazzi as she flicks her hair and continues to speak.

Crystal Hilton:
Despite how much I might try to run away from it the truth of the matter is that I am still Crystal Hilton. I am a movie star. The cameras, the bright lights need to always be on me because when I come to that ring I will always steal the fucking show. Nothing less and nothing more! Yet nobody takes me seriously and all they say is I am a jobber and I don’t have it anymore. I am tired of being looked upon like a fucking joke. They see me and immediately start calling me words such as a jobber among everything else and that is not who I am. I am an icon… I am a legend, and I demand to get my proper respect.

Crystal shakes her head as she looks back at her camera people as they snap photo after photo of the queen.

Crystal Hilton:
This company keeps booking me as “Crystal Hilton” So obviously that is who they desperately want badly and that is who you are going to get. They put me in a match with Jason and yet again here I am in the fucking opener treated like I am some type of enhancement talent with no future or any promise but I demand to not be disrespected as such. I am going to roll over whoever gets put in my way and this company will learn that when they see Hollywood beauty in front of them they need to roll out the red carpet. I am star power. I am the fucking A List and I could be back in Hollywood putting out films, putting out albums but instead here I am working my ass off every night because that’s what I do best. Now we are here in Mexico and we are back to where it all begun.

Crystal smiles as she turns around.

Crystal Hilton:
In Mexico I got my big break… It’s where I trained in my father’s school and I learned the art of Lucha Libre. It is where I took in every aspect of the business and it will also be the birth place where things get put back into perspective. So enlighten me book me in whatever matches that you wish, but I assure you this sight of me being in the opener is going to come to an end. I am going to get what I fucking deserve and if I don’t I might as well take it. I am nobody’s joke, and this time the joke will be on all of you. Now if you would excuse me I have a match to fucking win.

With that Crystal twirls around as she grins in return. She paces around a bit as she slowly walks away.

Singles Match

Jason Kortare VS Crystal Hilton

Not much is known about Kortare, and he didn’t really helped his cause either. No twitter account, no air time requested, he decided that the best way to introduce himself was to cave Crystal’s face in with a superkick as soon as the bell rang, dropping on top of her and hooking the leg for a quick pinfall attempt. Hilton kicked out in two, but it took her a couple of minutes to recover from it. She spent most of that time in the corner, trying to protect herself from Jason’s punches and kicks to the ribcage. It wasn’t until the referee stepped between the two to separate them that she was able to create herself an opening, poking him in the eye out of the referee’s sight. With the opponent temporary blinded, she could start building her offense, taking him off his feet with a lariat. Kortare was quickly back up to a standing position trying to defend himself from Crystal’s lightning fast kicks, eventually falling to the mat after she connected with her flashing lights (Chick Kick) picking up a two count.

With a tilt-a-whirl ddt Hilton was able to put a stop to Jason’s offense, turning the momentum back in her favor after a couple of minutes of absolute dominance by the big man who was looking to impress in his debut. She followed up with the Smell The Roses (Handspring Standing Moonsault) but Kortare pulled his knees to his chest and countered the move, quickly rolling her on her shoulder to pick up a two count. They both got back to their feet and Jason connected a straight punch right to the jaw. This opened the way to a series of swift and heavy strikes, forcing Kate against the ropes and sending her running all the way across the ring with an irish whip, catching her with a wicked spear as she rebounded back. Even this, was still not enough to keep Crystal down. The match went on with the big man fully in control, obtaining another near fall with a flying spinning heel kick. Hilton looked like she was on her last leg, but when Jason went for a pop-up powerbomb, she countered it into a hurricanrana, or at least she tried to. Kortare blocked her and pull her back up attempting to slam her on the mat once again. Crystal desperately tried to fight it, dropping a few punches to the head, stunning him and pinning him with a sunset flip, stealing a win that escaped her for so long.

WINNER: Crystal Hilton
BY: Pinfall (Sunset Flip), 9:41

Bea Torres: "She... She did it?"

Jared idol: "Aye. Christina won her match. You look surprised, Bea."

Bea Torres: "Are we sure that's Crystal Hilton? And no, I'm not trying to make a joke here about however she wants to be called this week.

Jared Idol: "Aye, that's her. Crystal Hilton is back."

Fans cheer as the scene shows Cheesecake walking down the backstage hallway, with her phone up to her ear, having a conversation with some unknown entity.

Cheesecake:
Yeah…? Great, great … Yeah, next week. Cool, see ya then.

She rounds a corner as she hangs up, and there we see Big Barv sitting on a metal folding chair, watching the show on a monitor. The Cheesy One slaps a palm on her buddy’s big, meaty boulder-shoulder and grins.

Cheesecake:
Great news! I just got off the phone to ya ol’ pal, Heath Williams! That’s right, I tracked him down! Move over, Pikachu! There’s a new Detective in town!

She stands in a heroic pose with her nose turned up to the air proudly.

Cheesecake:
Don’t hold in ya applause, lemme really have it!

Despite her requests, though, Barv doesn’t applaud. Instead, he just stares blankly at her, prompting Cheesecake to relieve her stance and huff.

Cheesecake:
...Fine, be that way. Point is, me an’ Heath had a nice lil chat, an’ you were right. He’s dealt with that Pinhead dude in the past, back in SSW. So, I invited him to Millennium next week to help assess what we’re up against-

Barv shoots her a venomous look, causing her to throw her hands up.

Cheesecake:
I know ya ain’t patched things up since ya had that lil tiff in VoW all them years back, but he knows first-hand what Pinhead can do. Whereas you an’ me? We only got SSW tapes an’ what happened at the PPV to go by. Like it or not, we need Williams’ help.

Barv doesn’t appear pleased with the idea, shaking his head as he returns his attention to the television. Cheesecake shrugs.

Cheesecake:
He could even have some info on who The Misery could be. If Misery hates ya, chances are he hates Heath too, don’tcha think? Maybe the pair of ya will be buddies again. Heard ya were closer than a lotta brothers years ago, weren’t ya, Taylor?

She nudges her buddy’s shoulder after making a dated reference that only a very select few will understand. When it doesn’t even get a simple nod of acknowledgement, Cheesecake sighs and sits down in the vacant chair beside him.

Cheesecake:
“Pinhead”. What a dumb name. What kinda wrestling name is “Pinhead”? Totally ridiculous.

She shakes her head, apparently failing to see the irony of that statement. There’s a smattering of laughter from the live audience watching on, and even Big Barv slowly looks to Cheesecake before the scene fades.

Millennium roster member, the self proclaimed cyber vigilante and smartest man in the world, is found backstage walking with a picket sign that read the end is nigh. Knox says nothing as he walks past various backstage crew members.

Tag Team Match

Whiskey & Bourbon VS The Mighty Now Thrive

In a sort of rematch from The Great White North, The Mighty Now Thrive and Whiskey and Bourbon crossed paths once again here in Ciudad Juarez tonight, this time without the Steeles playing the third wheel role. Misteireach and Null were the designated men to start the hostility, and the wolf boy didn’t go easy on the Irish Mystery, calling for a test of strength and kicking him in the stomach instead, dropping him on his head with a ddt and showing off his athleticism by making it up to his feet with a kip up. He then waited for the opponent to recover and make it back to his feet to whip him in the corner, charging at full speed with a double knee to the face. Kid Terra tagged himself in and, after taking a short run, connected with a clothesline to the corner. Null did the same, and after him it was once again Terra’s turn, followed by a second shot by the wolf boy who then left the ring while his tag partner connected with a third personal (fifth in total) corner clothesline, completing the Victory Lap. Grabbing Misteireach by the back of his head, he then ran toward the middle of the ring and slammed him face first into the canvas. The following pinfall attempt didn’t give him the outcome he was hoping for.

The masked Irishman found an unexpected opening when he countered Null’s diving crossbody with a dropkick. Instead of going for the tag, he waited for the wolf boy to stand back up and kicked him on the side, right above the hip. He kept kicking and punching him until he doubled him over with a kick to the stomach, hooking both his arms and connecting with a beautiful butterfly suplex. Only then he tagged Bourbon in, and the big man had an easy job picking on the already worn out Null, sending him against the ropes and almost taking his head off with a big boot, jumping on the member of TMNT with a big splash making the cover for the first near fall for his team. After manhandling Null for a couple of minutes, the viceroy of vulgar tried a german suplex that saw Null landing on his feet wand falling backward right into the corner, where Kid could finally make the tag.

If the size and power advantage was definitely on Robbie’s side, the Terranova Rockstar had in his speed a weapon that resulted very effective against Bourbon. A springboard roundhouse wasn’t enough to take the masked man off his feet, nor the following jumping knee could. Third time was indeed a charm for Kid Terra who finally dropped the big man down with a kick to the knee cap followed by a hurricanrana driver. When he made the cover though, Robbie kicked out with authority even before the two. Needing to find a new strategy, Kid Terra tagged his partner back in, and the pair of them worked together to win the big man notorious resilience. After a stereo superkick, they sent him against the ropes, joining their hands for a double polish hammer. The Viceroy of Vulgar ducked their combined move and kept running, rebounding against the ropes and taking them both down with a double clothesline. He picked Null up and connected an atomic drop on the wolf boy, lifting him for a backbreaker before turning his attention to Kid Terra, dropping him on top of his partner with a powerslam.

Misteireach entered the ring once again, this time to a favorable situation that saw him easily controlling the match against an exhausted Null. Failing to pick up the three count after a tornado ddt, the Irish Mystery waited for the wolf boy to stand up while stomping his foot, charging at him for the Irish Kicking Music. Null sidesteppef and hit him with a forearm strike, sweeping his legs and making the cover after a standing moonsault, picking up a count of two. Kid Terra was dying to get back in the ring, and quando he finally was authorized to enter it, he definitely impressed in the few minutes that were separating them from the ending of the match. The Irish Mystery tried to hang in, creating an opening and getting close to the win with a tilt a whirl ddt. But in the end, Kid Terra exploited a little miscommunication between the opponents to wear Misteireach down with a series of striking combo, before he lifted her over his head in an electric chair position, walking toward his corner where Null was already waiting. The Pack Mentality connected, sealing the deal for the TMNT despite Robbie’s attempt for a last minute saving.

WINNER: The Mighty Now Thrive
BY: Pinfall (Pack Mentality), 14:14

Jared Idol: "Big win for TMNT tonight."

Bea Torres: "Hmm, looks like Robbie and Myst.. whatever need to work a little bit on their chemistry,

Jared Idol: "Misteireach, don't be rude Bea."

Bea Torres: "Yeah, whatever."

The scene fades into an old face which haunts Millennium, and the rest of professional wrestling. Welcome back, Katie Montes. The newly blonde Montes picks up her phone to show off her setting: a brown-ish dressing room with a lamp in it and a window a little ways away from the lamp. What light emits from the window (because this was filmed earlier in the day and Katie likes being early) beams off of Katie's small smile ever so slightly as she puts down the phone. The screen's facing her, because phones can do that nowadays. Montes folds her hands across her stomach, with her thumbs pointing upwards as she begins to talk.

Katie Montes:
You know what the best thing for me to say would be right about now? "I have nothing to say." Because why bother when nothing you do or say is taken seriously? Why bother when anything you do or say is twisted into a joke at your expense and no one else's? Regardless if that joke is factually correct, regardless if it makes any sort of sense. That's been my life for over a year. The fuck kind of new material do YOU have, Kymmy? 'Cuz I ain't seen it. You're supposed to be a troll, right? You know why trolls don't last more than a few months in wrestling? It's because they run out of material. They run out of gas. Once they run out of gas? At best, they're nothing except a product of their time that the next troll squeezes dry, and the cycle continues. At worst, they're seen as the very joke they were mocking that the next troll squeezes dry... and the cycle continues. Trolls are a very cyclical thing if you turn your brain back on and think about it a little. From what I've seen, you're literally no different. Right now, I could drop a dime out this window here and I could find a dozen people who act like you from where the dime landed, and around ten of them could do the whole "trolling" thing better than you. Nothing sets you apart from a typical troll. All that means is that your expiration date is sooner rather than later, so how about I make that date tonight when I pin you in under 5 minutes and get a free pizza out of it? Does that sound good? I've told you I was gonna do that since I first saw your Twitter account. You've yet to have any actual answer for it, and my gut feeling is that you never will. Because you're a troll, and trolls are cowards. That, in turn, makes you a coward. Cowards don't amount to too much in wrestling without a posse carrying them. I'm shocked you ain't figure that one out FIRST, what with the whole rapping obsession you have. Most everyone worth a damn in the rap game has one in some form. Some of the best don't need one. The rest aren't needed in the rap game. They don't contribute anything new to said game. I don't need a posse because I'm one of the best. You don't have one because you aren't needed. I don't need one because no one else can fill the role I fill. You don't have one because you're the least expensive piece of a dime a dozen set when it comes to being what you are.

Katie takes a breath before continuing with something seemingly irrelevant...

Katie Montes:
This is my second stint in Millennium. I'm telling you this because I've been where others were after facing you. In fact, that's where I'm starting, is where your opponents stopped. I've quit this place before. I'll admit, it was a stupid move on my part to do so. I'm not gonna lie and tell you I'm fighting on behalf of anyone else who's quit this place, because I'm not. I'm doing this for me, myself, I, and Katie Montes, but I'll admit... there would be some of the most hilarious irony to you losing to someone who's left before after claiming all you do is make people quit. There's not enough irony in this sport anymore, it'd be the second most welcome change of pace next to me winning that briefcase, which I'm GOING to do. L-Let's not skirt around that, because that little tidbit? It's what this match is most about. That briefcase, while I don't exactly know what it's for yet, is going to be one of the most important things this company has once I have it. You see, I get very possessive when I win something in this sport. Whether it be a title, a match against a big name, or some kind of other trinket... what I win is mine, and I'm proud of what I win because I know I earned it. In fact, I'm almost possessive to a fault. Once I win that briefcase, that briefcase is mine and no one else's. You ever see that one episode of Spongebob where Patrick has this secret box, and he won't let Spongebob look in it no matter what? That's basically going to be me once I win this briefcase, and whether you like it or not, you can't fuckin' stop me, because I WILL outwrestle you, I WILL out-troll you, and I WILL go on to bigger things in this company like I never could last time. If you don't believe me, just keep your eyes on me while I build an empire in this zoo. It'd be the most humble thing you've done.

And bingo-bango-bongo, Katie walks over to turn the camera app on her phone off.

The camera opens up just outside of Estadio Olimpico Benito Juarez. For the first time in a good while, all of The Happy Few are together. NEON, OMI, and SERO are all sporting a similar black suit in their respective cuts. They are also sporting their respective championship belts. The MWE Championship and Tag Team Championships are all affixed to their right shoulders.

In the blink of an eye, a group of reporters and media personnel descend upon them. Most of them are of Japanese descent, but there are couple of Latino reporters present as well. SERO flashes a devious smile before she speaks.

SERO:
一度にひとつずつ。一度にひとつずつ。心配しないでください、あなたはすべての金のベアラに話す機会を得るでしょう。

The picture pans over to the left to reveal June Oikawa standing a moderate distance away from the group. There is a slight smile on her face.

June Oikawa:
The Happy Few had a number of goals that they wished to accomplish when they signed to Millennium Wrestling. One, they wanted to show the world what true Japanese wrestling looked like. Time and time again, they watched people bastardize the style that their parents and grandparents made famous. They grew tired of sitting by idly. Two, they wanted to see just how good the Millennium’s mainstays were. They believed themselves to be superior wrestlers, and they wanted to test that belief. And three, they wanted the wrestling world to be more familiar with the name Kurokawa. What better way to accomplish all three goals than to capture gold and position themselves at the top of the promotion?

Almost on cue, OMI adjusts her title, shrugging it back up onto her shoulder while June speaks. Once the question is posed, though, she speaks up--in so much as she ever speaks up, with her almost whisper-quiet voice. While the camera may struggle to pick up exactly what the so-called Oncoming Storm says, June seems to understand it perfectly.

June Oikawa:
There is something very satisfying about being able to say “I told you so;” an entire company chose not to believe that The Happy Few were the competitors they claimed to be. And yet, you would struggle to find anyone capable of beating them. An undefeated record, in one case...

OMI takes a moment to glance to SERO, and, indeed, the MWE Championship on his shoulder.

June Oikawa:
And dominant performances, at every opportunity, in another. And while there is a certain amount of satisfaction gleaned from the knowledge that what The Happy Few have said has proven true, it doesn’t do to rest on laurels. OMI and NEON may not know their first challengers yet, whether it be a third match with Jetpack or a new team altogether, but that doesn’t change the goal--to continue to prove the same point they have been proving since they arrived. Championship gold is a wonderful addition, but it does nothing to dull the competitive fire in them.

Just as soon as June finishes speaking, the camera shifts over to NEON.

NEON:
中へ移りましょう。ここはうだるように猛暑だ。

SERO motions for soon as they all move into the arena. The camera lingers on them for a moment before it fades out.

Battle For The Briefcase Match
Round one: Singles

Kymmy Oliver VS Katie Montes

Two months after her last appearance in New Orleans, Katie Montes came back to Millennium in a high stakes match against the resident loudmouth Kymmy Oliver in the first of the four first round match for the Battle For The Briefcase Tournament. Both women were aware of the implications winning the whole thing could have, a granted shot at every title in Millennium and the possibility to book and change matches at will. KO started off with her usual ruthless aggression, the events of the Chicago Way championship gauntlet left a big chip on her shoulders, if the one she already had wasn’t big enough. Her quick jabs rocked Katie and gave her the worst welcome she wasn’t hoping for, leaving her groggy in the middle of the ring while Kymmy hit the ropes and took her out with a devastating lariat. Oliver tried to make a quick cover, but Katie raised her shoulder in two. The former arm wrestling champion picked her opponent up and went back to work, wearing her down with her strikes before connecting with an overhead release suplex. Montes moved back to her feet and leaned against the corner, sucking Kymmy in and countering her charging with a kick to the face, following with a second rope crossbody.

The pace of the match picked up when Katie was finally able to build some momentum. Too quick for Kymmy, she ducked a clothesline and hit the ripes on the opposite side of the ring, sliding under her big boot attempt and and kipping back up to her feet, connecting with a kick to the side and jumping knee. Kymmy was down on her knees, holding her chin while Montes charged in and leveled her with a shining wizard, hooking the leg right after. KO kicked out with authority in two. The two met once again in the middle of the ring trading blows. Just like before, Kymmy came out on top and sent the opponent against the ropes. This time Katie jumped on the middle rope and used it to jump back and kick Oliver on her head with a roundhouse, dropping her down with her Shock Kick. With a running shooting star press, the former Zero Gravity Champion came this close to the win. Oliver thought she had the match won when she connected the Right Hook (Ripcord Clothesline) but somehow Katie managed to kick out. Kymmy started yelling at the referee, wasting precious time. When she picked the opponent up, Katie surprised her with a jawbreaker, hitting the ropes to gain some speed and connecting with a knee to the side of the head. She then waited for Oliver to start standing up before charging in and stomping her to the ground with the Chaos Drive (running curbstomp) picking up the win that allowed her to advance to the next round

WINNER: Katie Montes
BY: Pinfall (Chaos Drive), 9:13

Jared Idol: "And Katie advances in the tournament."

Bea Torres: "Well, it took her more than the five minutes she set as a personal goal but... A win is a win! Welcome back Katie"

Jared Idol: "Definitely an interesing addition to the roster."

A sunbird orange sphere, almost painted against the red-yellow backdrop of the sky. The picture perfect scenery reflected in the clear ripples of salt water below, symmetry in motion. The camera panned to the left, where The Misery stood, glaring out at the water wearing a fedora and matching pair of aviators.

The Misery:
Quite aesthetically pleasing, isn’t it? This image represents a fresh beginning. A brand new day, and a brand new chapter. The Misery and The Manic have triumphantly victored against their foes, the malevolent Tyron Bickerton and the ever-erratic Ophelia Johnson. We are war heroes, and before you simple minded fools claim stolen valor, it is within our right to proclaim ourselves as such. Because our story with the two aforementioned villainous tyrants was a war. A war we came out of battered, bruised, and scarred.

The Misery turned his head to the right, his double-covered eyes staring into the camera.

The Misery:
A war we won

The camera moved backwards, and The Manic stepped into frame, a wide-brimmed sun hat tilted on her head, a dollop of sunscreen on the end of her nose. They both stared out at the water as orange projected itself onto their faces.

The Manic
The Manic saw victory in her first fight, a memory she shall never forget. She has proven that although a rookie, she is more talented and far more of an athlete than the maniacal Cheesecake. She embarrassed Cheesecake, in what was a battle won fair and square. Even with her insurance policy, Big Barv, Cheesecake did not stand a chance. She never did. Because that is the way destiny wrote it. Fate was watching and fate did not intervene. What happened, was the way it was supposed to happen.

The Manic directed her eyes at the camera.

The Manic:
To cement the legacy of The Misery, and The Manic.

She looked back at the water.

The Misery & The Manic:
So what’s next?

The Manic:
For now, we enjoy the moment.

The Misery:
While all those losers battle for a briefcase that holds the key to their otherwise lackluster future in Ciudad Juarez…

The Manic:
...we soak in the sun of Bucerias, rejuvenating ourselves before we return to Millennium next week...

The Misery:
...just in time to make our grand announcement.

The Misery put an arm around The Manic’s waist, resting a firm hand on her stomach. The camera zoomed in on this final shot, then faded out into the next scene of the show.

Singles Match

Tobie Nox Thorne VS Javen

With his brother out of commission for the time being, Javen drifted to singles competition, having had a good showing in the gauntlet back at The Great White North. Tonight, he was set to face Tobie Nox Thorne who came out victorious from the Iron Man match at the ppv thanks to the help of the returning Dusty Douglas. The match started off on a very quick pace from the get going, with both competitors showing off their flashy movesets. The power advantage was definitely on Javen’s side, allowing him to easily reverse her irish whip attempt after Tobie connected with a quick striking combination. The blonde girl rebounded against the ropes and ducked his extended arm, jumping on the middle ropes and wrapping her legs around his head, flipping him over with a springboard headscissors. As soon as Javen stood back up to his feet, TNT charged in, running right into a sidewalk slam by the Thrillbilly. As Tobie was laying down on her back, Simon jumped and dropped his leg across her neck, making the cover for the first nearfall of the match.

The McMillion seemed able to control the match, using his experience and some dirty tricks he learned through his 10+ years career. Once again Tobie was sent against the ropes, this time Javen was waiting for her in the middle of the ring with his hands together, hitting her with a double palm strike to the chest while shouting Kamehameha!, taking a moment to entertain the fans after successfully hitting his personal homage to Dragon Ball. When he walked next to TNT, finally ready to make the cover, the former [R]evolution Pro Tag Team Champion surprised him with a quick cradle, from which the Tennessee was able to kick out just in the nick of time. The two were once again standing one in front of the other and Javen swung his right hand only for Tobie to duck the blow and move behind his back and putting both hands round his head in a rear chin lock, jumping and putting both knees against his back while falling backwards with a backstabber. Arching his back in pain, Javen rolled out of the ring to catch a breath. Tobie had something completely different in mind for him, flying outside the ring with a plancha.

The fight didn’t stop there spreading on the ringside area. Tobie was all over Javen, hitting him with chops and forearm shots, Simon answered with a knee to the gut that doubled the blonde girl over, perfectly positioned for a ddt on the concrete. The McMillion smiled at the opponent laying on the floor, climbing on the apron and heading back into the ring. His head and torso were already through the ropes when Tobie grabbed his leg, stopping him and pulling him back out. He kicked her away and, after a quick glance at her position, jumped on the middle rope for a springboard moonsault to the outside. Tobie moved out of the way, with Javen somehow able to correct his trajectory and land on his feet. Before he could even realize what was going on, Tobie was already on the apron and performed the same move, this time connecting and taking him out. She quickly picked him up and rolled him inside the ring, climbing on the apron and nailing a 450 splash for a two count. Despite kicking out, Javen looked stunned, desperately trying to fight back with a couple of kicks and a Sit-out side slam attempt. TNT countered it with some elbow strikes, spinning him around and hitting her patented leaping complete shot for the 1,2, 3.

WINNER: Tobie Nox Thorne
BY: Pinfall (Leaping Complete Shot), 12:20

Jared Idol: "Javen tried his best, but Tobie was just one step frward tonight."

Bea Torres: "Another important win for Gian's girlfriend."

Jared Idol: "Tobie is much more than that, and she keeps proving it week in and week out with convincing performances like this."

Bea Torres: "Chill, Jad... i wasn't insinuating anything."

The show cuts backstage to…. Lizzie Jones. She holds a microphone and looks ready to work, despite not being at all employed by MWE.

Lizzie Jones:
Hello, Millennium fans, Liz Jones here. It’s been a while since I’ve filled the role of backstage correspondent, but I’m pleased to be joined now by somebody that in no way has paid me to be here and ask these questions…. Spider.

The camera pans out to reveal the young tattooed woman, dressed in ring gear, ready to compete.

Spider:
Sup?

Lizzie Jones:
Spider, last week you found yourself in a losing effort against Tiffany Rollins for the championship. We know you were seeking to reclaim that throne. How are you feeling?

Spider shrugs.

Spider:
I lost. It is what it is. Can’t go back and change the results-

Lizzie Jones:
Or can you?

The two women look at the camera.

Lizzie Jones:
You’re right, you can’t.

Spider:
Nope. All you can do is learn from the experience and go from there. So… yeah. Been working at it. Studying the tapes, studying the match, looking for anything that went wrong, anything I can improve on. There were missteps. There’s a lot of shit I need to tighten up.

Liz nods.

Lizzie Jones:
Well said. And it seems that your training regimen has only become more intense in the week off since the Great White North tour. Are you feeling confident?

Spider frowns.

Spider:
My dad used to tell me confidence will kill you faster than a bullet. Confidence doesn’t win shit. Skill does. That’s what I gotta rely on.

Lizzie Jones:
Tonight, you’ll be facing off against Honey B Meadows. Thoughts on that upcoming bout?

Spider:
Just another match. Just another day on the job. Not every match has to be some deeply personal bullshit. Not every match has to be going in and ripping someone’s throat and breaking someone’s clavicle. Shit, I get it, maybe that’s what people want. Honey’s the girl raised by a village. I was a girl raised by thieves. Never had a mom. Never knew my brothers. Sure, we could make it personal. Sure, the potential is there.

She looks at her feet for a moment. Liz gives her a gentle nudge.

Lizzie Jones:
Spider?

Spider:
Tonight, it’s not about family, or who was raised where or in what way… at the end of the day, it’s about who the better fighter is. It’s about rebuilding. Getting shit back on track.

She glances at Liz.

Spider:
I can’t afford to lose.

Liz nods, looking back to the camera.

Lizzie Jones:
Pleasure to be here, guys. Back to ringside.

She punches Spider’s arm.

Lizzie Jones:
Good luck, you.

"Murder Train" by the Foreskins plays, and out form the back comes none other than Big Nasty himself, Dustin Douglas. He is carrying a stool in one hand a a microphone in another. The hispanic crowd gives a mixed reaction to the large, sexually attractive man with the good hair. However this is all lost on Dustin who ignores it and begins speaking

Dusty:
So here is the deal....I dont speak Spanish and you people dont speak English, so I get to say whatever I want about whomever I want and there aint nothing you can do about it. Granted, when Big Nasty speaks...there aint nothing no one can do to stop me anyway. I mean think about it, who is going to step up against the likes of me? Ive already gone through the majority of the Millennium locker room....and so, very soon, I get my hands on the Riot roster as well. Seriiously Im excited. No really...take a look at this

Dusty lifts his shirt up and shows off his erect nipples

Dusty:
See that folks? I am aroused thinking about the beating that me and the boys are gonna lay down on those jabronis on the B Show. I think it's real cute how they all talk and cry and gripe and yell anytime Big Nasty speaks. Let me give you some advice here Riot members

Shut up ya bunch of 4's....a 10 is talking. But not only does this 10 here talk, this 10 also smashes face. Ya'll think that you are somehow better than us over here....better than people like Chris Constantine Jr and better than me? Ya'll think that becasue you work hard, train all the time, and believe in yourself that you have the stones and the sand to step into MY ring? Child please. Let me explain something in small words so that even this Mexican audience can understand.
Come closer.....closer.....

You think you work hard and that you've all put in the blood and sweat and tears and that you deserve to win this whole thing? Wanna know a secret....Ive been doing this a WAAAAY shorter time than you all....and I am WAAAAAY better at it.

Alright....Im done....you jabronis didn't pay enough to see me anymore than you already are.

Dusty drops his mic and kicks over his stool before heading to the back

Singles Match

Spider VS Honey B. Meadows

Honey B Meadows had a successful debut back at the pay per view when she defeated Crystal Hilton. Already a fan favorite, the young hippy was looking to keep her momentum rolling even after a much bigger challenge in Spider. The former Coastal champion left the initiative in the hands of the young opponent at first, and Honey was making the best out of it, alternating some lightning quick strikes with some more impactful moves, such as an elevated jawbreaker that earned her the first near fall of this match. After making herself an idea of what her opponent was capable to do, Chuck’s sister started building some momentum, blocking a couple of right hands from Honey and hitting her with heavy forearm shots to the jaw. She then applied a ¾ face lock and twisted her neck while spinning so that they were now back to back and dropped her down with a neckbreaker. Honey didn’t stay down too long, immediately going back after Spider and catching her with a hip toss, dropping a knee to her head immediately after.

A belly to back suplex/diving leg drop combination around the eight minute mark almost gave Honey the win, but it was an extemporary move in a part of the match that saw Spider firmly in control. A roundhouse kick from Robyn Jones wasn’t enough to take out the tenacious young girl, and neither was the snap ddt she planted her on her head with a minute later. Frustration started building in the former Empire Great Lakes champion, and when anger took over, to the point that the referee officially warned her after she was viciously stomping the hippy in the corner despite his attempts to separate them, her focus dropped, allowing Honey to find an opening in Spider’s defense and exploit it to turn the tides once again. With the opponent down, Honey climbed to the top rope and waited for Spider to stand up, diving and pinning her with a hurricanrana. Jones kicked out just in time, and quickly stood up starting to trade rights with the young rookie who was holding her ground despite brawling style not really being her thing. She was able though to duck Robyn’s hook, positioning behind her back and applying a waistlock, trying another german suplex. This time Spider resisted and tried to counter it with an elbow shot, but Meadows wasn’t letting her go. Eventually she managed to lift the former Coastal Champion over her head with another German Suplex, only this time Spider landed on her feet and pushed the opponent, who almost crashed against the referee, stopping inches away from the official and quickly apologizing. When she turned around, she found a Spiderbite waiting for her, and that was all she wrote for this match.

WINNER: Spider
BY: Pinfall (Spiderbite), 11:19

Jared Idol: "And here's your winner, Spider!"

Bea Torres: "A valiant effort from Honey, but the former Coastal champion managed to pick up the win"

Jared Idol: "Experience... Something you can't teach. Spider saw an opportunity and capitalized on it"

“Oh, darlin’ darlin’ what have I done?”

The usual boos that you had come to expect from a Jason Hawk entrance sounded around the arena. Jason looked pleased with himself as he walked down the ramp even though he couldn’t win the Millennium title on the Canadian tour. As Jason entered the ring the boos had died down somewhat and Jason raised the microphone.

Jason Hawk:
Could you…

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

Jason who was usually so good at keeping his cool didn’t looked taken aback by this reaction from the crowd. But it was just for a moment and is familiar smirk returned. Calmly he tried to shush the crowd. To his surprise the crowd started to shush as well. And then there was suddenly dead silent in the arena. Jason was genuinely surprised, and it was clear for all to see.

Jason Hawk:
Now, as I was…

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

It was a trap! And Jason had jumped in with both legs. The Mexican crowd was starting to get to him. He clenched his fist and tried his best to compose himself but to no avail. Jason was pacing around the ring as he didn’t what to do with himself.

Jason Hawk:
NOW YOU LISTEN HERE YOU UNGRATEF……

Jason is interrupted as something is thrown from the crowd and hits him in the side of the head, which results in an enormous cheer from the crowd. Jason stumbles a few steps but manages prevent himself from falling by grabbing onto the ropes. He looks across the ring to see what it was that just hit him in the face. Jason is shocked and for the first time in a long time, speechless. His mouth is wide open and even though he raises the microphone to his mouth he isn’t able to speak. He frantically looks around the arena. He doesn’t understand what just happened. As the crowd keep cheering, he regains his composure and walks towards the object lying in the middle of the ring. He grabs and looks bewildered around as he can’t properly comprehend that he is holding a toilet roll in his hand.

Jason Hawk:
A toilet…

Before he can even finish his sentence, another comes flying in. This one doesn’t hit him, but he watches it fly passed him and before he is able to turn around a third toilet roll comes flying. And then another one, and another one, and another one, and soon they are flying in from all angles. The fans in attendance are having the time of their life. For so long they have had to listen Jason go on and on about how they don’t deserve him and how he is the greatest man to ever step between the ropes but tonight was different. They had finally been able to shut him up. It wasn’t long before the ring was covered in toilet paper. Jason was doing his best to get rid of the toilet paper and save himself from this embarrassment. Jason was tearing the toilet paper of the ropes and kicking it out of the ring but they the toilet rolls just kept flying in. Many a times had Jason overcome impossible odds but now he was truly fighting a losing battle. Before he even knew it, he was so tangled up in the toilet paper that he looked like a mummy. Another toilet roll came flying but Jason saw it coming. He steps back a bit and readied himself. He was going to hit on the volley and send it flying right back. And if it hit someone in the face or went straight through a sign was going to take all credit it for it even though it was pure luck. But luck wasn’t on his side tonight. As he planted his left foot and stepped right on a toilet roll and slipped right on his ass. The crowd reacted with what was perhaps the biggest cheer of the night. The toilet roll he had been eyeing up landed a few feet away from Jason, but it kept rolling and didn’t stop until it ever so slightly brushed up against Jason’s jaw. Security had initially tried to stop the crowd from throwing the toilet rolls, but they eventually stopped. Who were they to ruin the party? The toilet rolls kept on flying and before long Jason was completely covered in toilet paper.

Jared Idol:
This is amazing! The fans came prepared tonight. Jason has racked up some impressive wins just to spite the fans but tonight they have got him back. I can’t stop smiling, this is amazing! …wait who gave you that toilet roll.?

Bea Torres:
Wooooooo!!

Bae’s toilet roll is the last one that comes flying in and it almost hits the microphone which had appeared from out of the rubble of toilet paper. Jason slowly brought the microphone to his mouth. His voice kept breaking and had anyone been in the ring they might have been able to tell that the toilet paper which surrounded his face had become a little wet.

Jason Hawk:
Fuck…. You…. All…

Battle For The Briefcase Match
Round One: Singles

Cole Gregory VS Jason Hawk

Cole knew how much this match meant. After losing the Invictus Championship at The Great White North, Gregory looked as determined as ever to turn page, assaulting His Dying Majesty with his precise and lethal kicks. Jason was in difficulty, finding himself staring at the ceiling with Cole laying on top of him after just a couple of minutes, courtesy of a spinning heel kick from the young british. Hawk kicked out and immediately took a break rolling out of the ring, but neither there was safe as the former Invictus Champion hit him with a baseball slide, sending him crashing against the barricade. Wasting no time, he went to pick him up, looking to bring the fight back into the ring. But when he was close enough to the veteran, his experience came into play, pulling the opponent by his trunks and dragging him down, sending him face first onto the barricade. Unlike his opponent, Jason definitely took some liberties at ringside, driving Cole back first against the apron multiple times with a series of shoulder blocks before finally rolling him back into the ring and making the cover with a beautiful springboard shooting star. Gregory kicked out in two.

Grounding the high flier became a priority for Cole, who was now starting to suffer the change of pace the match underwent once Hawk was able to build once he got some wind in his sails. And the Riot representative had his chance when he instinctively protected himself from the Over The Moonsault raising his knees. And now that the match was on the mat, he proved why he dominated a division where matches could only be won by submission or dq. His mat wrestling was definitely on point, it was a spectacle for the Mexican fans to watch him switching from one hold to another. Cole locked him now into a knee bar right in the middle of the ring twisting and torquing the leg in an attempt to submit the veteran. Jason started crawling toward the ropes, resisting the urge to tap out. It was a long effort that definitely took a lot out of him but he eventually reached them, forcing the opponent to break the hold. Cole let him go immediately, offering a clean break and allowing him to get back to his feet. Only then he charged in, eating a kick to the knee from His Dying Majesty who, a few stiff strikes later, left Cole hanging on the middle rope, perfect position for the Sky’s Guillotine. Gregory was left breathless after his neck and throat hit the rope. Trying to catch his breath, he slowly stood up to his feet. He never even saw Hawk coming at him and hitting the Essex Destroyer, advancing to the second round of the Battle For The Briefcase.

WINNER: Jason Hawk
BY: Pinfall (Essex Destroyer), 13:29

Bea Torres: "Yes! One for Millennium, take this Alyx!"

Jared Idol: "What?"

Bea Torres: "Oh... Nevermind, just a small bet between colleagues."

Jared Idol: "Can we focus on the show, please? Jason Hawk just advanced in the tournament."

Bea Torres: "Yeah, I don't like him, but he's one of ours so.. Yay?"

Jared Idol: "Let's... just move on, please."

Backstage in Luna's dressing room, the Millennium camera crew have been lucky to be invited in and Luna appears with Holly dismissing the makeup artist and hairdresser who leave Luna looking made up and fabulous.

Luna Smith:
So Millennium, I have been on the bad side of two important matches. At Montreal I was cheated out of my honest win and I lost MY Lockdown Championship. Of course my reign is still larger than Selina's, ironic huh?

Luna's crass smile appears as she makes that comparison.

Luna Smith:
My extraordinary, star quality skills obviously made her leave Millennium but they cannot stop sneaky moves like Cass Baumers at Montreal. Do you know how horrible it was to fly back to Miami with my brother a Champion and me with nothing?

Luna huffs, crossing her legs over as Holly instinctively knew to bring her over the herbal tea. Luna sips it and gives it back to Holly before making Holly leave the frame.

Luna Smith:
I'm not going to put myself through these little, sneaky losses any further. If Meg Rydell wants a match with me, she'll have to jump througha few extra hoops. Not like that'll be any different.

As Luna stands, smoothing out her dress before she unveils a shimmering clipboard, with two important bits on Luna's piece of paper. The Millennium official would sign saying they'd checked her opponent over thoroughly for any foreign objects and there would be a Millennium security placed ringside to deal with anyone suddenly coming down to the ring. Both would have to sign their names before Luna would compete.

Luna Smith:
When you have a star in your ranks, it's best to ask her how she should be treated. I'm still waiting for Millennium to reverse that decision in Montreal, and keep the Riot riff raff where they belong. So I can have a star spectacle against Meg…

And then Luna confidently chuckles.

Luna Smith:
Who's plans of copying Cass and getting assistance have just been flushed down the toilet thanks to this.

She waves her shimmering clipboard around gently.

Luna Smith:
Holly, see them out of the room please I have an opponent to prepare for.

Luna waves her free hand to gesture the crew now leave so Luna could begin changing along with her pre match rituals. The camera crew then exit and the scene fades to black.

Bowie Kennedy:
The Battle For The Briefcase is heating up as our series of first round matches continue here tonight, folks. Please welcome my guest at this time, one of the participants in tonight’s final first round match, Kelsey Spencer.

Fans let out a cheer as a stoic Spencer walks into the shot, hands on her hips as she stares ahead, laser focused.

Bowie Kennedy:
Kelsey, later on tonight, you’ll get your shot in Battle For The Briefcase when you go one-on-one with Brittany April. What are your thoughts on this tournament, and more specifically, this first round match you find yourself in?

Spencer leans in closer to the microphone to speak, still maintaining that same intensity in her stare.

Kelsey Spencer:
The last night of The Great White North Tour was going to be the night where I finally broke the stigma surrounding me… the stigma of Kelsey Spencer never being able to get the big win when it counts the most in Millennium Wrestling. At least, that’s what I had been telling myself over and over in my mind. Not only did that not happen, what was supposed to be a crowning moment in my MWE tenure turned out to be one of the darkest and scariest nights in my professional wrestling career. That image of my husband’s bloodied face as he passed out three feet in front of me is an image that’ll haunt me… and one that changed my life forever. I don’t look at the world the same way I used to before that cold night in Canada. What used to be black and white to me is all different shades of grey, it’s… a little overwhelming, if I’m being honest.

She shakes her head as she brushes her faded blue hair back with one hand.

Kelsey Spencer:
Let me make it clear right now, to you and to everyone watching, that I’m not pointing at that moment as an excuse for staring up at the lights that night. Liv Mercer beat me in the middle of the ring, fair and square. No question, she was the better wrestler on that night… someone truly deserving of the Riot Championship.

The young Australian breathes a heavy sigh.

Kelsey Spencer:
So, where do I go from here? It’s a question you’ve heard asked a lot when it comes to me, in the fall out of every pay-per-view, it seems like. In the wake of my fourth failed attempt to become a champion in MWE, I’ve been asking myself the very same question. Something’s amiss here… there’s a pattern forming. Because I know I can beat these guys and girls. I know what I’m capable of. It’s just, for whatever reason, when the title’s on the line, I haven’t got what it takes to keep their shoulders to the mat for that crucial third second. You’d think a run such as the one I’ve been on since arriving here - coming so close each and every time, only to fall short - would be enough to discourage me from trying again. I’m sure that’s the case for a lotta competitors who don’t get that sense of instant gratification when it comes to titles in a promotion.

She pauses, seemingly getting annoyed and fidgety, flicking her fingers off the palm of her hand as she normally does when she’s in such a mindspace.

Kelsey Spencer:
I don’t look at it that way. At least, I’d like not to. Where some may look at this as failure after failure, I look at it as lesson after lesson. I’m learning from each setback and growing as a competitor, a performer, probably more than I would if I had won each of those matches. The more I get kicked down, the more I’ve learned the next time I get back up and try again. That’s life, Bowie. Breakfast. And I’m not leaving until I’ve cleaned out the buffet.

There’s a small indication of a smile creeping onto her face as the fans cheer and applaud her declaration.

Kelsey Spencer:
To finally answer your question, Bowie, tonight is exactly the kinda moment I’ve been waiting for. Each of those past failures has given me a new tool I can use to take on any challenge that lies ahead, including when that challenge is someone as hungry and talented as Brittany April.

Spencer pauses to inhale deeply through her nose, before slowly exhaling.

Kelsey Spencer:
I can feel it in the air tonight in Ciudad Juárez. I can sense it. Tonight’s the night where my climb to the top of the mountain truly begins! I’ve got my sights set on the summit and I’m not gonna stop until I reach it! Not only am I gonna defeat Brittany April tonight, but I’m gonna defeat opponent after opponent after opponent until I win Battle For The Briefcase!

An explosive reaction from the crowd this time, who are no doubt feeling the electrifying energy bristling from the Blue Hurricane. She wears a smirk as she gives a nod to the young interviewer.

Kelsey Spencer:
There’s a hurricane warning in Chihuahua tonight, Bowie. A Blue Hurricane warning at that. And one thing that Brittany April needs to remember when she steps in that ring later on tonight is… you can’t stop a hurricane.

Singles Match

Luna VS Meg Rydell

Both Luna and Megan needed to get back on track after the losses suffered at the Great White North. This will, almost a need to win showed since the opening bell when they met in the middle of the ring and started hitting each other with stiff shots. Luna had a slight advantage in the striking department, thanks mostly to her Krav Maga background. She hit Megan with a throat strike, creating some space she quickly exploited with a bicycle kick. The former Cloud Gate champion was down but not out, rolling away to avoid the springboard moonsault. Wasting no time, she sit on the opponent’s chest and unleashed all the frustrations accumulated by failing to capture the title in the form of a series of closed fist punches to the face of the Star Of The NIght, to the point that the referee had to separate the two contenders. Once the match started again, the two locked up in the middle of the ring, and Megan quickly lifter her knee into Luna’s gut, dropping her down with a neckbreaker after hitting her with a series of stiff strikes, hooking the leg for a cover that only gave her a two count.

Luna seemed unable to find a way to counter Megan’s new found aggression, almost falling after Rydell hit her with a crescent kick, saving the match only by leaning her foot on the bottom rope. Meg was now in full control, at least until Luna was able to hit a running spanish fly out of nowhere, shifting the momentum of the match. The Krav Maga background came once again into play: elbows, kicks, throat strikes and a jumping knee knocked the younger Rydell down, only for a count of two. Luna wasn’t slowing down, obtaining another near fall with the Starstorm (Discus Spinning Roundhouse). Feeling the favorable moment, she climbed on top of the turnbuckle, ready to hit the Stardom. And then it happened again. Lena Skye climbed over the barricade and entered the ring, despite the referee trying to stop her. Another figure emerged from the crowd behind Luna’s back. Cass Baumer! The Headliner pushed the Star Of The Night off the top rope, while the referee called for the bell to ring, declaring the match a no contest. This didn’t stop the Riot stars from sending their message. Fact Check on Luna and Chokeslam on Rydell, before leaving between the hisses.

WINNER: //
BY: No Contest, 9:32

Bea Torres: "Not again!"

Jared Idol: "You're right, this has to stop. They just ruined another match, we can't let them go unpunished again"

As the match ends is seen making his way through the crowd with his sign as he continues his mission to spread the warning of the oncoming storm brewing within the Millennium walls

The crowd lets out a cheer at all the action they’ve seen overall so far. The lights dimming here make things interesting and the crowd perks up wondering who is coming out. Rather than music you see a lone man with a cane aiding his hobbled movements lumber through the curtain and the crowd is curious at the entrance of Vincent Moretti, the manager of the man who has declared himself the number one contender for Tiffany’s Cloud Gate Championship. The silver fox is dressed in a silver suit and straightens his black tie, nobody said the man dressed conventionally but he beams at the crowd with a grin.

Vincent Moretti:
Let me do you a favor pendejos…

That word turns any potential friends into enemies as the audience boos him loudly and immediately but Vincent’s face beams with a smile etched on his face that’s like the cat who ate the bird and got away with it.

Vincent Moretti:
Yes, let me do you a favor and inform everybody of something quite important about how the industry works. I know, trade secrets are usually hard to come by but this isn’t so much a trade secret as much as it’s a fact of life. The wrestling industry is a much different animal than when I was first a wrestler. Hell it’s far different in it’s make up than when I first had the privilege of managing one of the greats in the game.

Vincent taps his chin in thought for a moment while balancing himself with that cane still. The wounds of what Izzy ended up doing to them are still visible with how labored walking on that side is. The boo birds have died down enough to where he can truly get to his point.

Vincent Moretti:
The industry is quite young as a whole. It seems everywhere you look there’s some young talented hot shot ready to burn through with all the excitement in the world while hoping deep down they don’t burn the candle through at both ends. Hell, some of them even burn through it at the center considering the turbulent and high risk nature wrestling is turning into. For every success story like young Tiffany Tompkins...and yes I’ll keep calling you that, it’s what’s wrote on the cards and the alliteration is nice...but for every kid like that there’s three or four kids that burn the candle too deep and break their neck in a ladder match.

Vincent winces as if he remembers one particular instance and then cringes at a second one.

Vincent Moretti:
I also remember earlier this year at Dark Web a certain injury during a TLC match with all the risks involved...

Vincent pauses again thinking about that and just shakes his head as if he’s lamenting it.

Vincent Moretti:
Some people say the stakes were enough to warrant the risk but for people who have been around long enough to see it all...it wasn’t smart. Especially when certain people are chanting and screaming for people to do more or to take certain actions. But that brings me to the match that’s coming up between my client, the great Seth Iser...and the Cloud Gate Champion young Tiffany Tompkins…

Vincent then has that arrogant smirk etched on his face and he almost enjoyed calling Tiffany young a little TOO much.

Vincent Moretti:
Tiff might be every bit as good as my client says that she is but...we both know one more thing about this young woman and that she makes a mistake similar to many of the young talents. No, I’m not talking about something purely in the ring but more philosophical. Maybe it is even subconscious, I don’t know, I’m not their psychologist or nanny. The youngsters, both the ones who want to be disliked and the ones who want to be loved have one common fatal flaw: They care too much about public opinion. Where as someone like my client? He’s feared and respected because he does things his way and either they like it or don’t. He doesn’t give a damn.

Vincent’s face then turns serious as he goes in for the kill.

Vincent Moretti:
Kiddo, young champion...you’re a slave. A slave to the court of public opinion.

Vincent smiles that devious smile and the fans are booing loudly at this accusation and chanting something in Spanish that is NOT flattering.

Vincent Moretti:
...I don’t even want to know what you’re chanting at me but I’m not a slave to public opinion to find out. But if you don’t believe what I say is true...then I have a surprise for you. If you don’t believe my words, the manager then how about we hear from the man himself?

The fans are perking up wondering if they’re going to get a surprise appearance.

Vincent Moretti:
Sorry to disappoint you, he’s not going to show up in front of you people.

This news also doesn’t win the court of the opinion of these fans and they boo Vincent but he waves it off trying to calm down a riot like a politician.

Vincent Moretti:
Now now, I have the next best thing for you all. He will be live via Sethalite for you all. And well, let us not waste any time. People of Ciudad Juarez I give you someone who has more championships than your prestigious national soccer team...Seth Iser!

The fans HEAVILY boo that statement but we transition from that shot to the big screen and we then get a full visual of a man’s office where all of his previous championships are in a case and shining with a particular gleam. On the lower end of the corner you actually see a 'Sethalite' logo on the bottom as they've gone all out with this. Sitting in an office chair in said office is the challenger for Tiffany’s title in a few weeks in Seth Iser and he’s dressed professionally and much more of a traditional manner than his manager, the black and red variation on his suit. He doesn’t hear any of the boo birds from the audience but he does know what Vincent was saying.

Seth Iser:
Tiffany, ears open because I’m in agreement with what my manager said. We’ve discussed this a number of times in private about how youngsters are and why they aren’t truly feared in the industry and that’s a big part of it.

A quieting of the crowd entirely as the boos have stopped from the live feed knowing Seth can't hear them but you can see Seth glares through with those piercing eyes of eyes of his, all business.

Seth Iser:
A slave to public opinion. That’s a perfect description to one of the traps you’ve fallen into kid. It is one thing to respect your trainers, those that came before you and all of that because it’s truly important. But not everything they say is gospel. You can’t hang on everything they say for their approval on every step of the way or all those days you’ve held the championship won’t be defined by what you’ve done. It’ll be defined by factors outside of your control.

Seth’s gruff face just has that scowl as he crosses his arms and even seated like that he looks quite intimidating.

Seth Iser:
When the bell rings Tiffany, who really gives a damn who your father was or is? Who gives a damn what your trainer thinks? Who even really gives a damn as to what the people think because most of those fans don’t understand what we go through as wrestlers. The old school generation of wrestlers don't. Hell, these people that are fans don't give a damn about you at the end of the day when it matters most. But I’m here to warn you right now because I want you at your very best: if you’re a slave to public opinion, if you care too much about those little things and hesitate just that fraction of a second because of it, I’ve already won. The championship reign you’ve worked so hard to get going...it’d be over just because of that. Why?

Seth then just lets out a semblance of a smirk and it’s dripping both in menace and arrogance.

Seth Iser:
Because I’m wrestling’s greatest mind. I’ve seen it all. And you’ve got to wrestle a perfect mental match to have that chance to get by and you’ll never do that against me. Otherwise you know that championship is going up on a special place on the wall...I even cleared out a specific spot for it.

Seth then points to a specific empty spot on his case that’s really high up. It’s just below his two world championship belts but it is empty because he made that specific reservation for it. The smirk just becomes more visible on his face.

Seth Iser:
Yes, I’m confident and it’s unwavering but you know it to be true. You’ve already experienced this first hand. You feel it right now, that anxiety in your stomach knowing what’s coming. It is why I’m one of the more feared wrestlers to ever lace up a pair of boots now because in an industry that has an average expiration date of three years, I’m perhaps at the most dangerous I’ve ever been because of my seventeen plus years of experience. But don’t be ashamed of what’s bubbling down inside, kiddo. It happens to everyone when you’re dealing with someone like me.

Seth’s smirk evaporates and it’s back to that usual scowl after that statement, the elder statesman with that look that has spelled doom for so many of his adversaries over the years.

Seth Iser:
And I know both a great opponent and flaws when I see them. At the end of the day it’ll be why I’ll never tire of both teaching and beating you...why I’ll never tire of having great wrestlers like you have that little bit of anxiety knowing ‘Oh no...this is Seth Iser I’m wrestling. The pressure is on to be perfect.’ Many people have that feeling and you went through it once before. Just...I’m going to make that feeling just a little bit worse when I defeat you a second time to teach you that harsh lesson of why you shouldn’t listen to the public at the end of the day.

And then Seth just glances back at his championship case where he’s won championships all over the world and it’s twelve strong right now but that special spot is number thirteen.

Seth Iser:
And this championship will forever hold that special spot in my case and in my heart as I continue to represent the industry as only I know how, with the honor and respect that it deserves.

There isn’t a laugh or anything like that but we then zoom in to see that empty spot on the case that holds all the championships he's ever won. And after we see that last visual rather than Seth himself we then fade to black.

Knox stands at ringside with his sign akin to a typical fan as he watches the competitors prepare for the bell to ring.

Tag Team Match

Chimera Corp VS The HooligunnZ

Coming back from the injury sustained in that fatal 4 way TLC ladder match at Dark Web, The Murder Train made his return at the last PPV in Montreal, rescuing Tobie in the Iron Woman Match. His impressive undefeated streak in singles competition, currently sitting at 13-0, wasn’t in question tonight in this tag team match that saw him teaming up with his long time associate Chris Constantine Junior against two Riot stars, Spectre and Trey Cole collectively known as HooligunZ. Flag bearer of the alleged superiority of the Millennium roster over the orange brand, The Chimera Corp entered the ring and laughed at their opponents, asking the fans why some “Riot Trash” was even allowed to share the ring with the greatest tag team in MWE. And of course, Cole and Spectre didn’t take it lightly. Without even waiting for the referee to start the match, they both went for a dropkick on Dusty derailing the Murder Train out of the ring. Christopher finally turned his attention to them, eating a kick to the stomach by Spectre who then grabbed his hand and whipped him against the ropes, lifting him with a flapjack into a double knee facebreaker by Cole. CCJ, rolled out of the ring, where a fuming Dusty helped him back to his feet. Spectre openly challenged them, standing on the middle rope with his legs apart and talking some trash to the Chimera Corp, distracting them and allowing Cole to dive between his legs and through the ropes with a suicide dive. As soon as the trio made it back to their feet, Spectre set the crowd on fire with a springboard shooting star press to the outside.

If at first the HooligunZ managed to exploit the advantage coming from that surprise start working on Constantine with quick tags, once he managed to escape from Spectre’s grasp and make the tag, once the Murder Train arrived at the station, things took a drastic turn for the worst for the Riot stars. The month spent out of action didn’t seem to have affected Dusty at all, with the big man looking dominant as always. The Die Fly charged at him, trying to overcome him with his speed but he ran right into a punch from the big man that left him stunned and clutching his jaw. Douglas began hitting him with a series of quick jabs, using him almost as punching bag, faking a big right hook and knocking him down with a headbutt instead. He then taunted Trey, who didn’t hesitate to enter the ring and attack the Big Nasty who caught him in a spinning side slam. Spectre was once again up to his feet and clubbed the big man with a forearm to the back. Dusty turned around and hit a forearm right to the jaw, to which Spectre answered with a kick to the leg. They kept trading blows, Douglas was coming out on top despite the Die Fly hitting some stiff kicks to the thigh of the opponent, identifying in his legs the weak spot. Cole joined his tag team partner targeting the left leg, and this seemed to be paying off, stopping Dustin offense. At least until the Murder Train smashed their heads one aginst the other, picking up Trey and tossing him outside, focusing on the legal man Spectre and connecting his Big Bang Attack (Deadlift German Suplex) obtaining a two count.

Cardio was never Dusty’s best feature, and you can imagine that after over a month on the shelf, coming into a match all gun blazing like he did took a lot out of the big man who quickly found himself short of breath. Spectre took advantage of this and was able to connect an enziguri that rocked the big man, giving him the opening he needed to make the tag to the fresh Trey Cole. The Father of Finesse entered the ring with a springboard dropkick that knocked Dusty down, When he stood back up and charged for a clothesline, Trey ducked it and waited for him to turn, distracting him by faking a right kick connecting with a left one to the knee instead, dropping him on all fours and following with a single leg dropkick. He tried for a cover but Dustin kicked out in two. The HooligunnZ speed proved to be a lethal weapon against a tired Dustin, their quick tags and team maneuvers keeping the pressure on the 35 years old rookie. A 450 splash from Spectre almost gave the HooligunnZ the win, but CCJ was there to break it in time.

Eventually Dustin managed to make the tag, and Chris took back control for his team, slowing down the pace with a series of holds and submission to keep the Die Fly grounded. Constantine had now the opponent in the corner where he was hitting him with a series of knife edge chops before, without an apparent reason, going for the opponent’s eyes. And when the referee pushed him away and threatened a disqualification, Olivia stepped on the apron and, using a sort of short rope, choked the Riot star, dropping down and playing innocent when the official turned around, attracted by the fans’ boos. CCJ capitalized on it lifting the opponent with a brainbuster and making the cover, only getting a two count thanks to Cole’s intervention. Dusty entered the ring as well and all hell broke loose. The referee tried to restore some order, but it was all in vain. If anything, he found himself on the wrong end of a superkick from Spectre, after Constantine dodged it. With the official knocked down, the fight certainly didn’t stop. Olivia slid in a chair that was instantly grabbed by her husband. Chris turned around and Cole jumped for a dropkick on the chair, slamming it on his face and knocking him out. The HooligunZ, now on a two vs one situation, surrounded the Big Nasty and started wearing him down with kicks. The fans erupted in cheers as Alan Envy came rushing down the ramp, sliding inside the ring and hitting Spectre with a stiff forearm. This gave Dusty the chance to push Trey down on the mat. The Big Nasty gave a quick glance at Alan who smiled back and pointed at the two HooligunnZ. Dusty nodded and… Envious Demise on the Murder Train! The fans stared in shock as Alan dropped the big man on his head with the Evenflow DDT, leaving everyone to wonder why he did it. The answer came a moment later when he took of his “Lonestar” shirt and revealed a black one with the Riot logo printed on. The Iconic just switched brand. Noticing the referee was starting to recover, he left the ring, pushing away Olivia who started yelling at him. Inside the ring, Spectre who was still the legal man, picked up the win with the Die Fly (Double Jump Phoenix Splash) making the cover on CCJ.

WINNER: The HooligunnZ
BY: Pinfall (Die Fly), 15:20

Bea Torres: "What the FFFF...."

Jared Idol: "Fantastic match ruined by another outside interference?"

Bea Torres: "Uh... yeah something like that. What the heck just happened?"

Jared Idol: "Looks like Envy just jumped ship and joined the orange brand, Bea."

Bea Torres: "Ugh, remember when I said I respected him? I'm taking it all back."

Knox and his trusty sign make their way to the outside of the ring where he takes his protest back up the ramp towards the back. However, he sits atop the stage, sign in hand, and keeps a watchful eye.

As the ringside area empties from the previous contest, the fans here in Ciudad Juarez are surprised to hear the opening riff of Volbeat’s “Devil’s Bleeding Crown” playing over the PA system. But they know who it belongs to, and they react accordingly, booing the Tenacious Li’l Bitch as she steps out from behind the curtain. Annie Zellor has the Chicago Way Championship strapped around her waist and the HKW Bloodlust title over her left shoulder as she and her valet, Mary-Jane McCracken make their way down the aisle. Zellor holds the ropes open for MJ, who takes the Bloodlust title in her hands as she steps in under the middle rope, before Annie flips backwards over the top rope. She’s handed her Bloodlust title back, and a microphone as her music dies down, that smirk plastered on her face as the crowd’s boos eventually begin to fade out also.

Annie Zellor:
Heyyyy Millennium…

Only for the boos to start up again. Zellor and McCracken share a joke that’s inaudible for those watching at home, but that smile on Annie’s face doesn’t wane as she speaks again.

Annie Zellor:
So kind. Look, I get it, you’re all still salty about what happened in Montreal. You’re all angry ‘cause poor Lucie Callaway didn’t walk as the new Chicago Way Champion. Big mad ‘cause I saw an opportunity and I took it…

Zellor shrugs her shoulders as the crowd boo again. In the ring, Mary-Jane just shakes her head at the crowd’s response.

Annie Zellor:
...I saw an opportunity in that gauntlet, and I had, like, the good luck to draw the last entry. Not that people are gonna understand that. Not when they can just make stuff up. But, and this is the important part, so listen up. As long as this belt...is around my waist, I’m a Millennium wrestler. And more than that, I’m the Millennium Chicago Way Champion!

More boos from the crowd as Annie looks out across the Mexican fans, beaming a smug smile.

Annie Zellor:
Whether you like it or not…

Annie is suddenly plunged into darkness as “Drain The Blood” by the Distillers blares through the arena. A single spotlight highlights Lucie Callaway as she steps out onto the stage to a louder pop from the crowd than she was used to.

She’s obviously talked to the lighting tech because the lights stay dark on Annie.

Lucie Callaway:
You might notice that it’s pretty dark over there. I noticed that you looooove the spotlight Annie be a shame if someone… took it from you.

Lucie smiles sweetly.

Lucie Callaway:
Oh wait. I did take it from you. Annie, you’ve always been a snake in the grass… I just never saw it because from the time I was thirteen years old I looked up to you. I thought you were literally the coolest person to walk the Earth. But you know what they say… you grow up and you see your heroes for who they are, flawed and ugly on the inside.

Lucie paces a little on the stage, her pink girls a homage to her big sister Brytain Rollins.

Lucie Callaway:
I was mad at first, Annie. I was mad at myself for being blindsided by you and I was mad at you for taking that opportunity away from me. But now I just pity you. It’s got to be so exhausted begging for attention so hard all day every day that you have to wrestle in eighteen different companies just to feel like you have a little recognition.

Lucie fixes Annie with a stare.

Lucie Callaway:
Just because I pity you doesn’t mean I’m not going to just let this go. You attacked my sister in HKW, you came here and you and Uncl— Dom came here to take what I’d fought hard for with the equivalent of a sucker punch. The Callaways and the Rollinses aren’t people you want for an enemy Annie. You’re Wrestling cancer and we’ll burn you out of every promotion you ever step foot in from now until you finally leave in disgrace. You can sit at home and watch me become the wrestler you’ll never be.

The crowd are starting to get worked up as Lucie builds to a crescendo, only for Annie to click her fingers as a spotlight turns back on, shining down on her in a ring. Her and MJ are both shaking their heads, discussing things between them until Annie begins to talk once more.

Annie Zellor:
Ok, Lucie. I was gonna say I was proud of your performance in the gauntlet, but not now. Like, how good you did to beat Kymmy, and Franky like you did...but...right now I’m just disappointed in you. ‘Cause one day you’re gonna be looking back at this—you’re gonna watch this back and realize how wrong you are, but, like, I’ll let you get there in your own time, kiddo. Yeah? Until then though, I want you to look at this title belt on my shoulder…

She taps the HKW Bloodlust title - the very belt that Lucie herself briefly held last month.

Annie Zellor:
...one of the titles you’re all mad about. Mad ‘cause I purged your sister of the belt she worked so ‘hard’ to win.You’ve held it before, right? For a day? I want you to remember what you did and who you beat to win it. ‘Cause you can stand there and tell these people what they wanna hear all you like, Lucie, and, like, they’ll cheer you for it!

Sure enough, they do! Lucie nods in appreciation.

Annie Zellor:
See...But that doesn’t make them right. It definitely doesn’t make you right. Just like how you think people are still scared of Brytain Rollins in 2019!

Just then “King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps starts playing, and Annie’s eyes widen in shock! The crowd roar in anticipation—until it become obvious that Brytain isn’t here. Lucie smiles to herself as Annie begins pacing back and forth in the ring.

Annie Zellor:
Oh it’s like that huh? Tell you what, Lucie, I’m feeling generous. I’ve whooped your butt before and I’ll do it again! Next week, me and you for the Chicago Way Championship, how does that sound?

Lucie smiled sweetly even as she narrowed her eyes in an almost perfect imitation of her sister, whose swagger she’s trying to emulate.

Lucie Callaway:
There are so many people backstage who probably deserve that title way more than I do. But I think that we call agree… anyone but Annie Zellor.

The crowd pops as Lucie pauses, letting them voice their displeasure for The Tenacious Li’l Bitch. “Drain The Blood” starts playing again as Callaway makes her way backstage, leaving Annie and MJ in the ring glaring at her as she goes.

As Millennium prepares to head into the second to last Battle for the Briefcase match, the crowd in Juarez was stirring. The lights in the arena dimmed to complete darkness as the familiar sound of “The Second Amendment” by Who TF Is Justin Time? began to play.

The Mexican crowd began to boo loudly as the lights stayed darkened. The music playing for a long moment before a single spotlight flickered in the center of the ring.

Bea Torres:
And what can we expect from Duke Andrews tonight?

Jared Idol:
Hopefully some remorse from what he did to Christian Michaels. We are going to show you the final moments of what took place last weekend, and we warn you it is not for the faint of heart.

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.

As the camera panned back inside the arena, the crowd continued to rain down boos at a fever pitch to Duke Andrews who sat in the center of the ring on a stool. A smug look across his face.

His eyes covered in the shadow of the Carhartt ball cap, but his white “Build The Wall” t-shirt was gaining instant heat as he sat with his left foot placed on the ring, his right hooked into the stool.

Duke Andrews:
I told you…

His words cut off as he lowered the microphone from his lips. Empty cups are being thrown into the ring from the crowd.

Duke Andrews:
I tol….Shut up!

He held his right hand in the air to silence the crowd which rejected his request.

Duke Andrews:
When our former hero and our former friend requested to have our match become an I Quit match, I told him he was signing his death certificate. I told him i wouldn’t stop until he was finished. I told him that I would end his career.

Duke turned his wrist over and smirked.

Duke Andrews:
It has been ten days since I killed Christian Michaels in this ring. It has been ten days since Kelsey Michaels tossed the towel in. Ten days and not a peep from him.

Duke stood from the stool as another spotlight hit the ring. A gold framed image of Christian Michaels, bloody and busted open from the I Quit match. The scripture below reading “2000-2019”

Duke Andrews:
I promised the world I would rid them of the parasite that was The Southern Heartthrob. And I was told that would never happen. I was compared to other legends that had said the same thing, Nic E Dangerously, Taylor “Wall$treet” McCallister, and David Van Dam. I was told I would fail. I was told I couldn’t hang. It’s funny that those words were mouthed by Christian. Similar to when I was the green eared rookie in 2005 and told I’d never hang in the ring with him. But just like then, I proved you wrong once again.

Duke turned as another spotlight turned on. This time a glass box, holding what appeared to be the blood soaked shirt that Duke had ripped off Christians body.

Duke Andrews:
I have been doubted since day one, and the one person who should’ve known better was the loudest voice of them all. The one person who knew how deep I would dig to prove myself right, was Christian Michaels. He should’ve seen what was going to come at him. But he couldn’t get over his ego. He couldn’t stop himself from making everything about him. When I first planted my knee in his temple on February Twenty Third, I expected it to be a wake up call. And yet, it wasn’t. It was more of the same Christian. You couldn’t accept the fact that you were no longer the man you once were. You couldn’t accept the fact that I was better than you. And then I ended it. I took what was the most precious thing to you.

Duke motions to the Uncanny Socialites t-shirt in the glass box as he reached his hand down and grabbed the buck knife on his right side. Using the handle to smash the glass open.

Duke Andrews:
And I trashed it. I took the symbol of your family and I tore it apart.

Duke turned back to the camera with a smirk once again.

Duke Andrews:
I took that symbol of everything you held dear, and destroyed it. I spit in the face of your family and there was nothing you could do about it. And then Gabriella. She wanted so bad to stand up for Daddy. She wanted to get her hands on Uncle Duke. But even she realized that it wasn’t a smart move. She sat back and watched it all happen. And where does that leave us tonight?

Duke slid the knife back into the leather holster on his hip.

Duke Andrews:
I crushed you. I took you and ended you. You can’t even walk tonight. You can’t move without the help of your doctors. And now that I’m done with you, I continue on the journey of staking claim of being the biggest thorn in your side.

Duke let’s our a long exhale.

Duke Andrews:
The best part, Christian McMillion, I am the one that’s moving the pieces in this game of chess. You know that sooner or later I’m going to end it all that has to do with you. You, your wife, and even her best friend.

Dukes smug smirk flashes once again.

Duke Andrews:
Which is why I’ll be sitting on this stool.

He walked over and grabbed the stool and tossed it to the outside of the ring.

Duke Andrews:
To get a first hand look at the next prey.

Battle For The Briefcase Match
Round One: Singles

Rebecca Saint VS Zafar Khan

The current Infinity Pro Champion Zafar Khan against the current Lockdown champion, Rebecca Saint. This was one of the most anticipated Battle Of The Briefcase matches, and it certainly didn’t disappoint. Khan was out to impress the Millennium fans, you can bet the idea of beating one of the Millennium champions and scoring a point for the Riot team was thrilling to say the least. And since the opening bell, he went all out, taking the experienced Aussie off guard with a series of quick kicks, forcing her into the corner. Rebecca fought back, connecting a few forearm and elbow strikes and gaining some ground. Khan hit her with a knee to the stomach and tried to lift her with a suplex, but Rebecca resisted and connected with one of her own, sending him crashing against the corner. As soon as he stood up, holding his back in pain, she grabbed his hand and sent him all the way across the ring to the opposite corner, following up with a dropkick.

To counter the opponent’s bigger experience, Zafar relied on his speed and his agility. He ducked a clothesline and connected with a springboard crossbody, kicked out in one by the Lockdown Champion. He waited for her to stand up to connect a dropkick that sent Saint outside the ring through the ropes. While she slowly climbed back to her feet, he charged at the ropes and took her out with a tope con hilo, soaking in the cheers of the fans for a few moments after the high impact move connected. He then rolled the lockdown champion back into the ring and climbed on the apron, jumping on the top rope and onto her with a springboard 450, hooking the leg. Saint kicked out in two.

The match went on for several minutes with some intense back and forth action, Zafar almost picked up the win with a somersault reverse ddt. Moments later, it was Rebecca’s turn to stare at the referee in shock after Khan somehow managed to raise a shoulder right before the three following a roundhouse kick/standing moonsault combination. The match was still on and Saint went to pick up the opponent, connecting a couple of european uppercut and trying for a belly to belly suplex. Zafar broke free with a headbutt to the bridge of the nose, following with a ripcord Knee Strike. Once again he dropped into a cover, only for Rebecca to kick out once again. The Riot star climbed on the top rope, diving on the Lockdown Champion with a crossbody. With surprising quickness Rebecca spun around and intercepted him in mid air with the Saint-Hearted (Discus Elbow Smash), finally obtaining the three count that allowed her to advance to the next round.

WINNER: Rebecca Saint
BY: Pinfall (Saint-Hearted), 14:57

Bea Torres: "2-0. yes!"

Jared Idol: "I thought I made it clear earlier...."

Bea Torres: "Sorry! I couldn't help it!"

Jared Idol: "Sigh... Anyway, The Lockdown Champion just advanced to the next rounf of the BFTB tournament."

Bea Torres: "Yup, she joined Hawk and Montes... And now it's Brittany turn to make this the perfect night for Team Millennium"

Jared Idol: "It's not going to be easy though. Kelsey Spencer is one of the biggest star in MWE."

Standing backstage, with no real frills around her, is the returning Brittany April. She made her return at The Great White North Night 2 as part of the gauntlet match. Brittany, her blonde hair back in a ponytail, and her wrestling gear on, feins a smile. She was less than happy lately with a few things that have been said, but unlike a lot of her peers, she’d rather save it for television than give it all away on social media.

Brittany April:
So, surprise. I came back a little earlier than expected but my cousin is progressing really nice. Thank you for the well wishes and support during that time. We all really appreciate, and just seriously, thank you!

She smiles for real, but only for a moment, her mind going back to what she’s read and seen in the past couple of weeks. Her tone shifts a little in her voice from a thankful to more of a serious one.

Brittany April:
Tonight marks my return to Millennium in a not a surprise category. The Battle for the Briefcase. The first one was waged between Nessa Wall and Ace Watson, so I mean, this tournament has be better by virtue, right? I don’t think it can really get any worse than seeing two people like that fight for such power again.

A shrug follows as Brittany’s mood doesn’t seem to shift.

Brittany April:
Tonight, Kelsey Spencer, the two of us are main eventing the show. First round. One person moves on and the other wallows in misery and self pity. Or gets a cupcake or who the hell knows. Doesn’t matter. Tonight, Kelsey, I’m actually a little angry. Not at you, but just angry.

Her face turns a little red from some of that anger actually showing. Normally, Brittany April kept calm about everything and never let it show, but this, tonight was new.

Brittany April:
It’s funny when people sit in an ivory tower and snipe away with little words and quips, isn’t it? I got people claiming a title was stolen from ‘em, when, you know, they won it by countout from the owner who just walked away from the title. Yeah, I REALLY stole that title from Megan Rydell. The same who left that night too. The same who has had chance after chance to win the Cloud Gate Title and can’t get it done.

A simple pause follows as she clears her throat with each passing word getting louder.

Brittany April:
She’s had a few cracks at Tiffany and still can’t win, yet I stole the title. Yeah okay, run back to your little fort of douchebaggery and sit down to create more revisionist history.

Brittany takes the time to wink at the camera before blowing a raspberry.

Brittany April:
So, you see, Kelsey, stuff like that has me on a little bit a war path. Normally I don’t get mad, I take everything with a grain of salt because most of these wrestlers just tweet looking to start some sort of conflict. They can say they “won” and feel good because they know they can’t win in the goddamn wrestling ring!

The last words echoes through the Estadio Olimpico Benito Juarez.

Brittany April:
Imagine if you were called a thief, Kelsey, You’re just back in this company. You see people getting chances they don’t deserve and the person you want most in the ring, hey Saki, you don’t get it. I’m mad. I can literally say I’m honest to God mad. What this means, I don’t know. No more happy go lucky tonight. No happy to be here if I lose. I want that briefcase, I want Saki and I want to shut everyone the hell up who keeps sitting ivory towers.

And, in another unusual move for Brittany, she makes the gun shot motion at the camera before exiting the frame.

Satisfied with his protest Knox departs, leaving the sign as a reminder.

Battle For The Briefcase Match
Round One: Singles
Brittany April VS Kelsey Spencer

And finally, the main event was here. Brittany April came back at The Great White North after taking two months off to take care of her sick cousin. Her surprise entrance in the gauntlet for the Chicago Way championship didn’t quite get the desired outcome, but she had the satisfaction to eliminate Saki who has been a thorn on her side before her break. On the opposite corner stood a smiling Kelsey Spencer. Despite the last PPV being far from the best night for the blue haired girl, with a failed attempt at the Riot Championship and being forced to see her husband getting beaten to a pulp by his former friend in an I quit match, Kelsey didn’t lose her smile, or her drive to compete. This tournament was the best opportunity to climb back on top, even though the first obstacle in her way was one of the toughest opponent she could have drawn. The match started with a handshake, before the two competitors started moving in circles, locking up and engaging in a long chain wrestling sequence. They traded holds until Kelsey was able to drop Brittany on the mat with a headlock takedown, keeping the hold around her head. The younger, and now only Kane in MWE, managed to make it back to her feet and pushed the opponent against the ropes, knocking her off her feet with a shoulder tackle. Spencer kipped up and hit the ropes once again, going over the laying opponent and rebounding back once again with crossbody block, following with her trademark cartwheel legdrop.

Being one, if not the most versatile wrestler in MWE Kelsey thought that the best approach to this contest against an opponent who has been out of action for a couple of months and was probably lacking something on condition, was to keep a quick pace. She sent Brittany in the corner, running at her and with a running elbow, Hitting her with a series of forearms before launching her back to the centre of the ring with a monkey flip. With one fluid motion, Kelsey jumped on the top rope, measuring the distance before jumping off with a frog splash, avoided by Brittany who rolled out of the way. While the opponent was trying to get up after the missed splash, Britty kicked her in the ribs two times, grabbing Kelsey and dropping her down with a deadlift gutwrench suplex. She stayed on the attack with a quick striking combination followed by a STO. She then hooked the leg, obtaining a two count.

As minutes went by, Brittany’s confidence seemed to grow, despite Kelsey getting real close to the win in a couple of circumstances, first with a superkick and then with a bridging northern lights. Kane always came back for more, bringing the fight to the way more experienced opponent. A running dropkick to the corner/second rope moonsault combination almost gave her the win, but it still wasn’t enough to keep the Blue Thunder down. While picking up the opponent, Brittany noticed a familiar figure skipping down the ramp, a steel chair in hand. The former Empire Extreme Champion Saki was making her way to the ring, smiling and waving her hand at the blonde girl. Kelsey took advantage of the situation to turn the tides, surprising Brittany with a jawbreaker and following up with a spinning elbow drop, picking up another near fall. Despite Saki’s presence at ringside, the former Cloud Gate Champion tried to focus on the task at hand. The two started trading hands, and Britty came out on top, adding some kicks to her offense and dropping Kelsey to her knees. Her attention was then caught by Saki who was… humming some sort of nursery rhyme? A couple of seconds were all Kelsey needed to drop the opponent on her head with the Deprivation DDT. While the referee counted to three, Saki picked up her chair and left.

WINNER: Kelsey Spencer
BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 16:03

Jared Idol:
And Kelsey Spencer makes it to round 2

Bea Torres:
I can't believe Brittany is out!

Jared Idol:
Aye. Looks like Saki got her revenge after Britty eliminated her from the Gauntlet.

Bea Torres:
By costing her spot in the BFTB tournament...I'm not a rocket scietist, but this if far from over.

Jared Idol:
What's over instead, is our time. Goodnight ladies and gentlemen, see you next wednesday!

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