Post by gvb on Jun 7, 2019 16:15:09 GMT -6
Millennium XXXIX: Viva La Revolucion Tour -Tijuana
Live from Bullring By The Sea in Tijuana, BCN
Wednesday, June 5th, 2019
With an aerial view of Tijuana, the camera takes us inside the Bllring Arena By The Sea, the open air stadium hosting Millennium XXXIX, the third stop of the Viva La Revolucion Tour. "When Legends Rise" by Godsmack blares out of the loudspeakers, and fireworks are shot in the Tijuana sky, illuminating the night. The camera takes us to the announcer's desk where we find Jared and Bea welcoming us.
Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and... Bienvenidos a Tijuana!
Bea Torres:
Tequila...
Jared Idol:
... Action and wrestling, brought to you by Millennium!
Bea Torres:
Heck yeah! Not gonna lie Jad, I'm pretty excited about tonight. We have another debut tonight, Evie Van Dyke. I met her earlier backstage and she's kinda nervous...
Jared Idol:
No surprises, this is quite the big stage to make a debut. But that's only the first of many interesting matches, what about the one involving her... friend Dusty Douglas as he takes on Duke Andrews?
Bea Torres:
Oh, that's gonna be a good one! But if you ask me, the fatal 4 way match is going to steal the show. Tiffany Rollins, Brittany April, Saki and Javen... I can't wait to see it!
Jared Idol:
Melissa Reeves is also in action, against the returning, for one night only, Xavier Laroux.
Bea Torres:
And in the main event, the MWE Champion SERO takes on Chris Constantine. Will CCJ be the first one to pin the Leader Of The Few?
Jared Idol:
Well, the only way to find out is to stay with us.
Millennium cuts backstage to the locker room of Dusty Douglas before the show kicks off. Dusty is taking off a button up shirt as behind him the new signee to the company, Evie Van Dyke, is pacing behind him. She is already in her gear since she is opening the show.
Evie Van Dyke:
Nope! Can't do it, Dusty. I looked out at the crowd and I can't go out there. Can I?
Dusty grabs both her shoulder, giving Evie a bit of a shake, making her eyes go wide and scaring her a bit.
Dusty Douglas:
Evie...snap out of it girl. You got this. That guy out there is a jabroni...good for nothing other than to make himself a fool. You got this. Use what your momma gave you, kick his head off with those long legs of yours then suplex him through the mat and win!
Dusty leans forward, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead as he lets go of her shoulders. She spins around, taking in what he said, before he slaps her hard on the ass.
Dusty Douglas:
Get it girl. You are strong, savage, and sexy. You can do this!
Evie Van Dyke:
I know I can beat him. He is a dumb punk meathead moron but.. What if those people hate me? Or laugh at me if I mess up? I have never been in front of a crowd like that. I have trained so much but this is different.
Evie spins back around towards him, rubbing her butt a bit. She takes his hand and squeezes it, trying to calm herself down.
Evie Van Dyke:
They will like me right? And I will knock that guy's teeth out, right?
Dusty Douglas:
They will LOVE you. Youre going to go out there, and the crowd will be cheering and yelling and ready to see YOU! Remember, you aren't paying for them, they paid to come and see you.
Evie Van Dyke:
Okay... I am so happy you are here for this or I would be freaking out way worse.
Evie leans forward, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He grinned a bit from her comment and kept her hand in his.
Evie Van Dyke:
Plus I mean I gotta start my own little undefeated streak, right?
Dusty Douglas:
That's my girl
Evie nods her head a few times, breathing in and letting it out slowly, before she gives him a second kiss. Evie then spins around, a determined glare on her face as she heads out of the locker room to head towards the ring and her in-ring debut.
Singles Match
Jason Kortare VS Evie Van DykeMaking your professional debut is something no wrestler will ever forget. The culmination of years of training, a lifelong dream coming true.. That’s more than enough to give anyone jitters. Imagine stepping inside a ring for the first time in front of twenty thousands people, and you get why Evie was so nervous. And this could explain why Jason so easily took control of the match, locking her in a side headlock. The 22 years old from Oklahoma tried to break free, but Jason’s arms were tightly wrapped around her head, leaving her nowhere to go. Finally breaking free with a couple of well placed elbows to the ribs, Evie sprinted toward the ropes. She didn’t go far though, as Kortare grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a lariat. Wasting no time he picked her up and gave her his personal welcome to MWE with a series of heavy punches, whipping her against the ropes and connecting a scoop powerslam, hooking the leg for a cover. When Evie kicked out, Jason climbed up to the top rope and dove off with a frog splash, crashing on the mat as the young rookie rolled out of the way. Finally shaking off the emotion of the debut, Evie started showing what she’s capable of, entertaining the fans with her high flying moves. With a headscissors, she sent Kortare flying across the ring. He landed close to the corner and pulled himself up while Van Dyke charged at him and, with a shotgun dropkick, sent him crashing back first against the turnbuckle.She then started kicking him on the chest, he fought back reaching her with a haymaker that stunned the young country girl. He was quick to capitalize exploding out of the corner and turning her inside out with another clothesline. The roles had switched and it was now Evie who was stuck in the corner trying to defend herself from the opponent’s attack. She countered a running splash attempt with a kick to the face, lifting her onto the top rope and taking the opponent down with a blockbuster. Kortare kicked out from the pinfall attempt, standing up right into a forearm shot by Evie, who followed up with a kick to the right leg, one to the mid section and a rising kick, finishing her sequence with the OK-Kick (Roundhouse Kick) that earned the first win in her debut at the end of a night to remeber. WINNER: Evie Van Dyke BY: Pinfall (Ok-Kick), 6:51 |
The view crossfades to Katie Montes sitting in a comfortable dark brown chair. The room has a green screened fireplace to her left, but the view's right. The light this time is farther away, and to the top of Katie. She had goofy faux glasses on her face and a book in her left hand, with her fit legs crossed.
Katie Montes:
Allow me to regale you the story of Katie Montes's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week.
Katie sips on a tiny cup of tea before starting the story. She looks down at the book, while the view cuts to an over-the-shoulder shot. It's shown that there's nothing in the book except blank white pages made of cardboard. The book is blank aside from the hastily written title on the front cover.
Katie Montes:
Imagine being slapped in the face every single day for eighteen months. Even on your best days. You never know when exactly it'll happen aside from every day, and you never know where it'll happen. You're never ready for that slap. That's Katie's life since January of last year. Losing any chance she had at getting anywhere quick in Millennium the way she did was really just an affirmation of that feeling to her. Last Wednesday, she tried her best to do good, and others just decided to fuck her over for no given reason other than to directly or indirectly keep up the status quo of being a joke in wrestling. All of a sudden on Thursday, she's the villain for complaining about being treated as that joke. She's told off by literally everyone who was involved in the main event that A) she basically deserved to lose, and B) no one out there was thinking "oh hey, let's fuck Katie over" even though that's basically all that she believes happened. Friday, she basically kept one of her best friends away from her house because she decided to be overly serious in a situation that really didn't need it. Saturday was the one day where any net positives actually happened. Katie was named the eighth seed in the Quag Cup, to which she was expecting mid-teens to lower twenties. Overall, this was a net positive for Montes. Sunday was boring if nothing else. Monday, Katie tried to engage with her Quag Cup opponent and got treated as though she was basically speaking gibberish. Oh, and she got called an attention whore despite the fact that THAT was literally the point of getting into the Quag Cup to begin with. Katie could barely show her face around Twitter on Tuesday because, once again and as usual, Katie had been made a fool of. And that's the story of Katie Montes's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week.
Katie closes the blank cardboard book and tosses it and the faux glasses away. The light turns back as normal as it can be for being a lamp on the make-up table.
Katie Montes:
It's been a particularly bad 168 hours to be me, Crystal. In summation, I lost the briefcase tournament due to complete bullshit which was somehow my fault and not the fault of those who caused the bullshit at all, my status as the biggest joke in professional wrestling was reaffirmed twice over despite everything I've tried to do to shake the stigma off me, and I'm righteously pissed about all of it. The only reason I assume we're wrestling each other is because we're both in the Quag Cup, and honestly? I'm counting this as my "win-and-I'm-in" match even though it's not even official. If I can't beat you when you're literally the lowest seed in the Quag Cup, then what does that say to the other 30 wrestlers in it? What does that tell them other than "yep, Katie Montes is still a fucking joke. Always has been, always will be! Ell-oh-ell!" Now, when all this crap happens? Used to, I'd get discouraged, and this would only have been the start of yet another downward spiral before I quit again within a month. Nuh-uh, not anymore. Sure, I'd be doing professional wrestling a grand service and everyone else would be less miserable as a direct result of quitting, but I have too many people to spite by being in this sport before I make a retirement stick. Plus, I've never been a World Champion, and I'm still set on making that happen. If I don't do that before retiring, then what was the point of me coming into this sport to begin with?
Katie just shakes her head.
Katie Montes:
Well, let me tell you.
And off goes the camera. The view stays black for a few seconds, as if to say there's no point.
Katie Montes:
Allow me to regale you the story of Katie Montes's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week.
Katie sips on a tiny cup of tea before starting the story. She looks down at the book, while the view cuts to an over-the-shoulder shot. It's shown that there's nothing in the book except blank white pages made of cardboard. The book is blank aside from the hastily written title on the front cover.
Katie Montes:
Imagine being slapped in the face every single day for eighteen months. Even on your best days. You never know when exactly it'll happen aside from every day, and you never know where it'll happen. You're never ready for that slap. That's Katie's life since January of last year. Losing any chance she had at getting anywhere quick in Millennium the way she did was really just an affirmation of that feeling to her. Last Wednesday, she tried her best to do good, and others just decided to fuck her over for no given reason other than to directly or indirectly keep up the status quo of being a joke in wrestling. All of a sudden on Thursday, she's the villain for complaining about being treated as that joke. She's told off by literally everyone who was involved in the main event that A) she basically deserved to lose, and B) no one out there was thinking "oh hey, let's fuck Katie over" even though that's basically all that she believes happened. Friday, she basically kept one of her best friends away from her house because she decided to be overly serious in a situation that really didn't need it. Saturday was the one day where any net positives actually happened. Katie was named the eighth seed in the Quag Cup, to which she was expecting mid-teens to lower twenties. Overall, this was a net positive for Montes. Sunday was boring if nothing else. Monday, Katie tried to engage with her Quag Cup opponent and got treated as though she was basically speaking gibberish. Oh, and she got called an attention whore despite the fact that THAT was literally the point of getting into the Quag Cup to begin with. Katie could barely show her face around Twitter on Tuesday because, once again and as usual, Katie had been made a fool of. And that's the story of Katie Montes's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week.
Katie closes the blank cardboard book and tosses it and the faux glasses away. The light turns back as normal as it can be for being a lamp on the make-up table.
Katie Montes:
It's been a particularly bad 168 hours to be me, Crystal. In summation, I lost the briefcase tournament due to complete bullshit which was somehow my fault and not the fault of those who caused the bullshit at all, my status as the biggest joke in professional wrestling was reaffirmed twice over despite everything I've tried to do to shake the stigma off me, and I'm righteously pissed about all of it. The only reason I assume we're wrestling each other is because we're both in the Quag Cup, and honestly? I'm counting this as my "win-and-I'm-in" match even though it's not even official. If I can't beat you when you're literally the lowest seed in the Quag Cup, then what does that say to the other 30 wrestlers in it? What does that tell them other than "yep, Katie Montes is still a fucking joke. Always has been, always will be! Ell-oh-ell!" Now, when all this crap happens? Used to, I'd get discouraged, and this would only have been the start of yet another downward spiral before I quit again within a month. Nuh-uh, not anymore. Sure, I'd be doing professional wrestling a grand service and everyone else would be less miserable as a direct result of quitting, but I have too many people to spite by being in this sport before I make a retirement stick. Plus, I've never been a World Champion, and I'm still set on making that happen. If I don't do that before retiring, then what was the point of me coming into this sport to begin with?
Katie just shakes her head.
Katie Montes:
Well, let me tell you.
And off goes the camera. The view stays black for a few seconds, as if to say there's no point.
Singles Match
Kenzie Garrett VS Kymmy OliverBoth competitors were looking to get back on track after being eliminated from the Battle For The Briefcase Tournament. In the first round, in Kymmy’s case, or at the end of a grueling hardcore match against Melissa Reeves for Kenzie. Only four days after that 20 minutes war, there was no chance that Garrett was 100% tonight, and this became obvious when she stepped out of the curtain, still battered and bruised. Oliver didn’t show any mercy, surprising the a Soulknife with a quick jab and moving behind her, attacking the lower back with a stiff kick. The blow sent Kenzie on her knees, holding the injured part. Kymmy placed her knee on her spine and applied a chinlock. Kenzie was in a world of pain, clearly still feeling the effects of being put through a table by Reeves in their Riot match last Saturday but, although with some struggle, she managed to get free. Oliver stayed on the attack, catching her with a tilt a whirl backbreaker as she rebounded from the ropes, trying to put her away with a lateral press that earned her a two count. Kymmy rolled the opponent on her chest and dropped the knee on her back three times before going for another cover. Kenzie was in great difficult tonight, more than she had ever been in her short MWE career. Kymmy, on the other hand, was as focused as ever, now grabbing the opponent’s wrist and sending her with all her strength against the corner. The impact was so violent that Garrett fell on her face. Kymmy was right back on her, picking her up for a vertical suplex and dropping her on the mat, starting to show the first sign of frustrations when the Soulknife kicked out once again. Her arguing with the referee offered Kenzie the chance to recover and try building some offense, at first with some quick jabs and then with a discus lariat that took Kymmy down. The multi time arm wrestling Champion didn’t stay down long, quickly getting up to her feet and walking right into a standing dropkick from the former UWF Parakore Champion. Oliver was now in the corner where she was reached by Kenzie who climbed on the middle rope to start punching Kymmy’s face, landing six of them before Kymmy lifted her on her shoulders and started running toward the middle of the ring, ready to slam her down with a powerbomb. Kenzie countered hit with a hurricanrana getting a count of two. Garrett seemed to be in full control, hitting the opponent with a series of knee strikes, the last one of which, a bicycle knee, knocked Kymmy down. Instead of going for the pin, Kenzie climbed to the top rope and waited for Oliver to get up, leaping off and driving her knees on him with a meteora. After kicking out, Kymmy reaching inside her boots, pulling out a brass knuckles. Everyone saw it, except the only two people who were supposed to, Kenzie and the Referee. A big punch with the brass knuckle on and Kymmy picked up the win. WINNER: Kymmy Oliver BY: Pinfall (The Right Way), 9:47 |
Everything comes into focus and as it does we are treated to the sight of Crystal Hilton walking by the sea. She smiles as she turns around as the cameras meet her face and she makes sure she throws her shades to the side.
Crystal:
Long behold welcome to Tijuana and you are going to be in for a special treat. I am half Mexican and in just a little bit I will be walking out to that very ring and I will once again emerge victorious with yet another win.
Crystal chuckles again as she continues to speak.
Crystal:
Two wins in a row. It sounds so little but for me it was really everything. I had busted my ass and nobody took me seriously and now look at me. I am right exactly where I need to be. I am kicking some serious ass and I am not going to slow down any time soon. It doesn’t matter if you put me to fight in millennium or in Riot. The fact is I will beat the living shit out of anybody and everybody.
Crystal chuckles as she continues to speak nodding her head in agreement.
Crystal:
And with every single passing week comes me moving up the card slowly and that is what its all about. This Mexican tour is what I was destined to be a part of and my story of rising and grinding to the top continues to happen tonight. I get to step in the ring with the likes of Katie Montes.
Crystal walks up to the sea as she stares off into the horizon.
Crystal:
Katie you are absolutely worthless. How dare you try to even state that you would have rather faced me for the Quag Cup because it would have been easier.
Crystal shakes her head in disgust as she looks back at the camera.
Crystal:
I am just going to be absolutely blunt with you. You can go fuck yourself. Despite everything I have stayed here. I have been in this company and I am not going to be one to leave for whatever reason. You can run your mouth but the reality is I am going to drop you on your head. I am going to ddt you right into the mat and I will continue to prove why I am among the best of the best in this company today. You aren’t anywhere near my level and I doubt you even know what it feels like to be in my shoes. So you can run your mouth as much as you want. You can talk your shit, you can say whatever you want but tonight you will be an after thought. See you soon…
Crystal pie faces the camera as she walks away.
Crystal:
Long behold welcome to Tijuana and you are going to be in for a special treat. I am half Mexican and in just a little bit I will be walking out to that very ring and I will once again emerge victorious with yet another win.
Crystal chuckles again as she continues to speak.
Crystal:
Two wins in a row. It sounds so little but for me it was really everything. I had busted my ass and nobody took me seriously and now look at me. I am right exactly where I need to be. I am kicking some serious ass and I am not going to slow down any time soon. It doesn’t matter if you put me to fight in millennium or in Riot. The fact is I will beat the living shit out of anybody and everybody.
Crystal chuckles as she continues to speak nodding her head in agreement.
Crystal:
And with every single passing week comes me moving up the card slowly and that is what its all about. This Mexican tour is what I was destined to be a part of and my story of rising and grinding to the top continues to happen tonight. I get to step in the ring with the likes of Katie Montes.
Crystal walks up to the sea as she stares off into the horizon.
Crystal:
Katie you are absolutely worthless. How dare you try to even state that you would have rather faced me for the Quag Cup because it would have been easier.
Crystal shakes her head in disgust as she looks back at the camera.
Crystal:
I am just going to be absolutely blunt with you. You can go fuck yourself. Despite everything I have stayed here. I have been in this company and I am not going to be one to leave for whatever reason. You can run your mouth but the reality is I am going to drop you on your head. I am going to ddt you right into the mat and I will continue to prove why I am among the best of the best in this company today. You aren’t anywhere near my level and I doubt you even know what it feels like to be in my shoes. So you can run your mouth as much as you want. You can talk your shit, you can say whatever you want but tonight you will be an after thought. See you soon…
Crystal pie faces the camera as she walks away.
Singles Match
Katie Montes VS Crystal HiltonKatie and Crystal, two members of the contingent that will represent MWE at the #QuagCup came into this match with different feelings. Hilton was coming off two consecutive wins, finally seeming to have found the squaring of the circle. Montes, on the other hand, needed to bounce back after the elimination from the Battle For The Briefcase tournament with that controversial ending of her match against Rebecca Saint last saturday on Riot. The first part of the match saw the two high fliers trying to surprise the other with a series of pinfall attempts. Backslides, cradles, roll ups… The referee had his hands full trying to keep track. Hilton was the one putting an end to the sequence after kipping up on his feet and connecting with a standing dropkick that sent Montes out of the ring. Crystal took a run at the ropes ready to jump on the opponent with a somersault plancha. At the last moment she was able to change plans after noticing that Katie moved out of the way, grabbing the ropes and landing on the apron instead, kicking Katie on the face from that position. Seizing the opportunity Crystal then jumped off the apron and wrapped her legs around Katie’s neck, sending her flying against the barricades with a headscissors. Katie eventually brought the match back inside the ring after sending Crystal shoulder first against the ring post. She tried to capitalize with a cover after a standing moonsault, but Hilton managed to kick out in two. The shoulder was bothering Hilton, that much was clear. The way she kept clutching her arm and the lack of strength in her strikes were telling factors that an experienced competitors as Katie couldn’t ignore. And she began targeting that arm with her kicks, twisting it behind her back in a hammerlock and dropping her on her head with a ddt. After another near fall, Katie grabbed the opponent by her arm and tried with an irish whip attempt, countered by Crystal who then caught her with a scoop slam, pinning her for two and a half second. It looked like Hilton was able to take bring it home when she knocked down Katie with the Flashing Lights (Chick Kick) and climbed to the top rope, jumping off with her Mega Buster. Montes moved out of the way, avoiding the cannonball senton and, after gaining some speed against the ropes, stomped Crystal’s face on the canvas with her Chaos Drive (running curbstomp) getting back on track with the win. WINNER: Katie Montes BY: Pinfall (Chaos Drive), 8:42 |
Candles.
That is the first thing we see, the sight of candles, which can only mean one thing. As the camera pulls back that is confirmed, as we find ourselves looking at Rie Shimizu. She sits on her knees in the center of a ring of candles, seeming to be muttering to herself or something else, eyes closed. Oddly enough, despite the events of last week that saw her lose her match and save Rebecca from a brutal attack by Duke Andrews, Rie seems to be in a rather happy mood. And from the darkness at the edge of the candlelight steps Homare Kato, who seems rather pleased himself. As ever, he seems aware of what the first thought on people’s minds are.
Homare Kato:
You may notice she seems happy. Despite a loss last week, a smile is upon her face. Why is that?
He speaks to Rie in Japanese, presumably the same question, and she responds in a few words that Kato is happy to translate.
Homare Kato:
“I did the right thing.”
Kato throws his arms out, rather enthusiastically.
Homare Kato:
Exactly! There is nothing for Rie to be ashamed of on this night! Yes, she lost, but that was in an honorable fight with Bethany Driver, who was simply better. It was a spectacular match, between two skilled competitors, one that was sure to fill anyone viewing it with a positive emotion. If Rie’s night ended there, there would be nothing to be ashamed of. But it didn’t end there. Because someone decided to be dishonorable, reprehensible...disgusting.
The sound of a chair hitting a skull can be heard, though Rie does not seem to respond to it. It is clearly the sound heard last week, when Duke Andrews struck Rebecca Saint in such a way. Kato shakes his head.
Homare Kato:
A vicious attack, meant to do a permanent harm to Rebecca. Some could not help, too far away to reach in time. Some would have been happy to sit back and let it happen, thinking that it’s not them so it does not matter, doing the right thing not being worth the potential of being hurt yourself. But Rie did not choose to do that. She chose to do the right thing, to charge out. She stopped Duke from doing what he planned, and saved Rebecca from further harm. She did the right thing.
He moves his hand around the camera’s frame, indicating the space around them, presumably filled with...what Kato and Rie believed were there.
Homare Kato:
Rie says she is here for them, the departed. To perform, to achieve, with knowledge and thoughts of them clutched in her heart. And last week, with those thoughts, she went out and saved a person. More than the victories she had had in her time in Millennium, I believe that may be the most honor she has brought to them. And I am proud.
He looks over to Rie with a smile, which she returns. She then speaks again, and Kato nods.
Homare Kato:
She is correct. But that was last week, and one must always look ahead to what is next. Now, she once again has the deep pleasure of teaming with Saint, this time to face the tandem known as Whiskey and Bourbon.
Rie goes on for a time, saying Rebecca’s name along with the names of Robbie Bourbon and Mistéireach.
Homare Kato:
She says that it is always an honor to team with Rebecca, to work with someone she thinks so highly of does wonders for Rie’s soul. And to face people she has not yet had the chance to face. Robbie and Mistéireach, together they may not have yet had great success, but that does not mean they have not been impressive. A combining of power and speed that has the potential to cut anyone down. Anything less than her and Rebecca’s combined best will spell an unfortunate end to their team outing tonight.
She says a few more words, emphatically.
Homare Kato:
She says she cannot let Rebecca down, and so will put everything she has out there tonight, in the ring. I know we will see the exact same from our reigning Lockdown champion, and that should make for a very interesting contest, don’t you think?
With a not really necessary nod to agree with himself, Kato takes a step back as Rie speaks one last time.
Homare Kato:
She extends good fortune to her opponents tonight, and to her tag partner. She hopes together you will all make a match that will delight both sides. The living and the dead, of course. An extension I shall offer too. Tonight should be a very interesting time indeed.
And with that Kato raises an arm and swings it down, snuffing out the candles that surround Rie, leaving only darkness.
That is the first thing we see, the sight of candles, which can only mean one thing. As the camera pulls back that is confirmed, as we find ourselves looking at Rie Shimizu. She sits on her knees in the center of a ring of candles, seeming to be muttering to herself or something else, eyes closed. Oddly enough, despite the events of last week that saw her lose her match and save Rebecca from a brutal attack by Duke Andrews, Rie seems to be in a rather happy mood. And from the darkness at the edge of the candlelight steps Homare Kato, who seems rather pleased himself. As ever, he seems aware of what the first thought on people’s minds are.
Homare Kato:
You may notice she seems happy. Despite a loss last week, a smile is upon her face. Why is that?
He speaks to Rie in Japanese, presumably the same question, and she responds in a few words that Kato is happy to translate.
Homare Kato:
“I did the right thing.”
Kato throws his arms out, rather enthusiastically.
Homare Kato:
Exactly! There is nothing for Rie to be ashamed of on this night! Yes, she lost, but that was in an honorable fight with Bethany Driver, who was simply better. It was a spectacular match, between two skilled competitors, one that was sure to fill anyone viewing it with a positive emotion. If Rie’s night ended there, there would be nothing to be ashamed of. But it didn’t end there. Because someone decided to be dishonorable, reprehensible...disgusting.
The sound of a chair hitting a skull can be heard, though Rie does not seem to respond to it. It is clearly the sound heard last week, when Duke Andrews struck Rebecca Saint in such a way. Kato shakes his head.
Homare Kato:
A vicious attack, meant to do a permanent harm to Rebecca. Some could not help, too far away to reach in time. Some would have been happy to sit back and let it happen, thinking that it’s not them so it does not matter, doing the right thing not being worth the potential of being hurt yourself. But Rie did not choose to do that. She chose to do the right thing, to charge out. She stopped Duke from doing what he planned, and saved Rebecca from further harm. She did the right thing.
He moves his hand around the camera’s frame, indicating the space around them, presumably filled with...what Kato and Rie believed were there.
Homare Kato:
Rie says she is here for them, the departed. To perform, to achieve, with knowledge and thoughts of them clutched in her heart. And last week, with those thoughts, she went out and saved a person. More than the victories she had had in her time in Millennium, I believe that may be the most honor she has brought to them. And I am proud.
He looks over to Rie with a smile, which she returns. She then speaks again, and Kato nods.
Homare Kato:
She is correct. But that was last week, and one must always look ahead to what is next. Now, she once again has the deep pleasure of teaming with Saint, this time to face the tandem known as Whiskey and Bourbon.
Rie goes on for a time, saying Rebecca’s name along with the names of Robbie Bourbon and Mistéireach.
Homare Kato:
She says that it is always an honor to team with Rebecca, to work with someone she thinks so highly of does wonders for Rie’s soul. And to face people she has not yet had the chance to face. Robbie and Mistéireach, together they may not have yet had great success, but that does not mean they have not been impressive. A combining of power and speed that has the potential to cut anyone down. Anything less than her and Rebecca’s combined best will spell an unfortunate end to their team outing tonight.
She says a few more words, emphatically.
Homare Kato:
She says she cannot let Rebecca down, and so will put everything she has out there tonight, in the ring. I know we will see the exact same from our reigning Lockdown champion, and that should make for a very interesting contest, don’t you think?
With a not really necessary nod to agree with himself, Kato takes a step back as Rie speaks one last time.
Homare Kato:
She extends good fortune to her opponents tonight, and to her tag partner. She hopes together you will all make a match that will delight both sides. The living and the dead, of course. An extension I shall offer too. Tonight should be a very interesting time indeed.
And with that Kato raises an arm and swings it down, snuffing out the candles that surround Rie, leaving only darkness.
We cut backstage, and see Robbie "MF" Bourbon sitting on a desk, drumming his fingers against one another. He seems distressed, as though he has to have a discussion he would rather not. In a moment, Misteireach walks into the office. Misti looks around, incredulously, unsure of why he's in such an office-like room with his tag team partner.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Sit down, Mist, we gotta chat.
Misteireach sits down in a folding chair placed in front of the desk. This is a wrestling show, folding chairs are in abundance, even if the fans aren't sitting in them like in most indy wrestling shows where the folding chair got its start in wrestling.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Good, thanks.
So, I feel it's high time we had a pep talk. We haven't really been on the same page, and you keep getting pinned in our matches.
Robbie clears his throat.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
You keep on losing MY matches. Not me, I'm not the one tapping, getting pinned, or otherwise getting beat be our opponents. That's you, dude, that's you all day. I mean, here I am, Robbie Bourbon, I came to Millennium for one reason, to derail a Murder Train, to pin a bullshit clone that is taking paychecks out of my hand by prentending to be everything I am but falling all too short. They have a little pal to that stopped that from happening. Every fan in attendance, every smart fan, the internet will all acknowledge that I should have beat Dusty Douglas. It's obvious. So I went about finding a friend of my own.
Now, Duke Andrews is legit going to get his ass whooped by a man that I have come to respect. Not because he is better, not because he is smarter, but because he knows how to WIN a wrestling match. Dusty is going to wreck like Dusty can only wreck because Dusty STOLE wrecking from me. Duke is a lazy bastard that can no longer ride the coattails of his pals. Duke is an ex-pornstar, and everybody used to love when he went around riding someone else's dick to look good, but he doesn't do that anymore, and Dusty ain't about to let some fool ruin his time to whoop someone's ass on TV.
So I am taking a page out of the student's handbook here.
Misteireach looks up confusedly as Robbie pulls out a remote control. A projector from the ceiling turns on, and the wall behind Robbie is illuminated as a Powerpoint presentation begins. The first slide reads "Winning Matches And You".
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Okay, kid, you got talent, for days, and you got a huge fluke win over me, but you really haven't done squat since then. You're kind of going out there and stinking and blowing like a dead rat in an air conditioner. Like, have you lost your wits or something? Are you drunk? Did you take this Whiskey and Bourbon name literally?
Did you tag up with me expecting instant magic? Were you thinking I was the dick you would ride to stardom?
Misteireach slinks back into his seat, embarrassed by his partners words.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Don't do that, son. You look like a scolded dog, like I'm rubbing your face in your own piss in the carpet.
Just stop sucking, go out there, and put in the effort I do to win a fucking match. Simple.
Robbie walks out of the room, the Powerpoint ended with one simple slide. Misteireach gets out of his chair and follows.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Sit down, Mist, we gotta chat.
Misteireach sits down in a folding chair placed in front of the desk. This is a wrestling show, folding chairs are in abundance, even if the fans aren't sitting in them like in most indy wrestling shows where the folding chair got its start in wrestling.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Good, thanks.
So, I feel it's high time we had a pep talk. We haven't really been on the same page, and you keep getting pinned in our matches.
Robbie clears his throat.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
You keep on losing MY matches. Not me, I'm not the one tapping, getting pinned, or otherwise getting beat be our opponents. That's you, dude, that's you all day. I mean, here I am, Robbie Bourbon, I came to Millennium for one reason, to derail a Murder Train, to pin a bullshit clone that is taking paychecks out of my hand by prentending to be everything I am but falling all too short. They have a little pal to that stopped that from happening. Every fan in attendance, every smart fan, the internet will all acknowledge that I should have beat Dusty Douglas. It's obvious. So I went about finding a friend of my own.
Now, Duke Andrews is legit going to get his ass whooped by a man that I have come to respect. Not because he is better, not because he is smarter, but because he knows how to WIN a wrestling match. Dusty is going to wreck like Dusty can only wreck because Dusty STOLE wrecking from me. Duke is a lazy bastard that can no longer ride the coattails of his pals. Duke is an ex-pornstar, and everybody used to love when he went around riding someone else's dick to look good, but he doesn't do that anymore, and Dusty ain't about to let some fool ruin his time to whoop someone's ass on TV.
So I am taking a page out of the student's handbook here.
Misteireach looks up confusedly as Robbie pulls out a remote control. A projector from the ceiling turns on, and the wall behind Robbie is illuminated as a Powerpoint presentation begins. The first slide reads "Winning Matches And You".
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Okay, kid, you got talent, for days, and you got a huge fluke win over me, but you really haven't done squat since then. You're kind of going out there and stinking and blowing like a dead rat in an air conditioner. Like, have you lost your wits or something? Are you drunk? Did you take this Whiskey and Bourbon name literally?
Did you tag up with me expecting instant magic? Were you thinking I was the dick you would ride to stardom?
Misteireach slinks back into his seat, embarrassed by his partners words.
Robbie "MF" Bourbon:
Don't do that, son. You look like a scolded dog, like I'm rubbing your face in your own piss in the carpet.
Just stop sucking, go out there, and put in the effort I do to win a fucking match. Simple.
Robbie walks out of the room, the Powerpoint ended with one simple slide. Misteireach gets out of his chair and follows.
Tag Team Match
Rebecca Saint & Rie Shimizu VS Whiskey & Bourbon
We open with Bourbon and Saint in the ring together. Bourbon stands prepared to tie up, but Saint is busy moving side to side, staying fluid, avoiding the whole notion. Robbie goes for a tie up, but Saint rolls past the attempt, and throws a kick to the back of Bourbon's knee. Bourbon drops to that knee, and Saint comes in with a Shining Wizard to the back of Robbie's skull, getting a two count! Saint quickly back up to her feet to capitalize on having the big man down, and drops a lighting quick legdrop to Robbie. She stands, and drops another leg, then goes for a pin, getting a 2 again! She looks frazzled, and instead goes to a mount, and starts throwing fists at Robbie's skull! Robbie puts his hands up and deflects the blows! Saint can pick up on the defense attempt and locks both of Robbie's arms under hers! Robbie's massive hands grip Saints legs, and he goes to a standing position slowly as the fans oooh and ahh at the show of strength! Robbie puts Saint down with a massive spinebuster, and stands, shaking his head and regaining his bearings! Saint flops over onto her side, attempting to stand. Robbie lifts Saint to her feet and tosses her into the corner towards Rie. Rie tags in, seeing the massive threat Bourbon presents and the fact her partner, despite a slew of violent and swift offense, seems wiped from one power move courtesy the big man. Misteireach stands on the bottom rope and claps his hands, appealing for the tag, which causes Robbie and Rie to look at him. Robbie nods his head 'no' as the fans laugh, and Rie capitalizes with a kenka kick straight to Robbie's jaw, dropping Robbie to his knee! Rie shoots off the ropes and rushes by with a straight right kick to the face. Robbie buckles, and Rie puts on the brakes, and in doing the Fred Flintstone twinkle toes, spins with a left roundhouse to the back of Robbie's skull. Robbie plants on the mat, and Rie appeals to the crowd and her partner, Rebecca Saint, as Saint pulls herself up to her feet on the apron. Rie goes for a pin excitedly, but Bourbon kicks out at 2! Rie sees Bourbon on the ground and goes to a mount. Robbie goes into his guard, but Rie sinches in an armbar to counter! Misteireach looks shocked as his partner howls in pain. Saint appeals to the crowd for a moment before Misteireach is on the top rope! The referee rushes to stop him from doing whatever as Bourbon taps to an armbar! The referee isn't there to call it! Sensing victory, Rie releases the hold, only to see the referee busy stoping Misteireach! Rie charges, springboards off the second rope, and delivers a spinning wheel kick to Misteireach, putting him back on the apron! The referee looks stunned as Rie turns back to Bourbon, who has gotten to his hands and knees! Rie prepares herself into a stance, ready to take on Bourbon as he stands. Robbie gets to his feet, and snarls at Rie, flexing at her. Rie throws a standing side right kick to Bourbon's midsection. Bourbon catches the leg! Bourbon grabs Rie around the throat and lifts her, driving her back down with Earth's Mightiest Chokeslam! Robbie recoils to a neutral corner as Misteireach slowly gets back to his feet and Rebecca Saint begs for a tag. Bourbon stalks Rie and hoists her up, backing her into a neutral corner. Robbie then goes for a massive beale toss, hurling Rie across the ring. Robbie then looks at Rie, writhing on the ground, then points to Rebecca Saint. Saint looks in horror at the monstrous Bourbon, but steels herself and holds her hand out for a tag. As Rie gets close enough, Robbie grabs a handful of her hair, and holds her upright. As Rie grasps at Robbie's massive hand, Robbie taunts Rebecca Saint. Rie throws a rear horse kick into Robbie's midsection, however, and leaps to tag Rebecca Saint! Saint bounds to the top rope, ready to fly at the stunned Bourbon! She leaps, but is caught by Robbie, bridging her across his massive chest. Robbie shakes his head 'no' and delivers a punishing back breacker to Saint, then standing again. A second backbreaker from Bourbon, and as he's back to his feet we see the pain etches in Saint's forehead! Bourbon then presses Saint over his head, and hurls her outside of the ring, into the crowd! The crowd is going wild as Bourbon calmly walks over to his partner, Misteireach, and has a few words for him. Robbie points to Saint, then back at Rie, then jaws back to Misteireach and makes a tag! After the tag is recognized, Bourbon points to Rebecca Saint, still out of it and in the third row of the arena, and the referee starts counting! 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Determined to prove himself to his partner, Misteireach picks up Rebecca and drags her back to the ring, slamming her head on the apron and pushing her under the bottom rope. Duke Andrews jumps off the barricade and levels the Irish Mystery with a clothesline, causing the referee to call for the DQ. But Duke doesn't stop her, dragging Rebecca out of the ring and picking her up for an apron bomb. Rie tried once again to rescue her friend, but Andrews rocked her with a right hand and dropped her down on the floor with an Andrews effect. Robbie had enough of him and went for Duke with aggressivve intent. By the time he reached him though, Duke had already left, the same way he came to the ring. WINNER: Rebecca Saint & Rie Shimizu BY: DQ, 8:58 |
Backstage we find Luna currently in an arena with less than pleased Millennium staff. The area has been decorated with a few staff having to hold up pictures and Luna dressed to compete in her red ring gear.
Luna Smith:
Tobie Nox, TNT. The woman who played a part, at least, in hurting my brother's arm and setting him back from winning the title. He's proved he's already that didn't stop him, and now I have a chance to get a little bit of payback for him and put an end to this streak you've been on.
Luna's crass smile appears as she makes that comparison.
Luna Smith:
Last week I got revenge on Lena, last week I got revenge on Cass…. revenge I've been waiting for weeks now… I got it in the end for me. Tonight I get it for my family.
Luna waves her hand apart to signal the staff members to disperse, showing the nitty, gritty backstage area she was in. A thematic
Luna Smith:
Will it be easy? No. Will it be enough? Again no. But it's enough to show I have my family's back, in Millennium, everywhere. Dean is my family, Bree is my family and I hold grudges. Watch out.
She says before heading off camera to find Holly for some last minute touch ups.
Luna Smith:
Tobie Nox, TNT. The woman who played a part, at least, in hurting my brother's arm and setting him back from winning the title. He's proved he's already that didn't stop him, and now I have a chance to get a little bit of payback for him and put an end to this streak you've been on.
Luna's crass smile appears as she makes that comparison.
Luna Smith:
Last week I got revenge on Lena, last week I got revenge on Cass…. revenge I've been waiting for weeks now… I got it in the end for me. Tonight I get it for my family.
Luna waves her hand apart to signal the staff members to disperse, showing the nitty, gritty backstage area she was in. A thematic
Luna Smith:
Will it be easy? No. Will it be enough? Again no. But it's enough to show I have my family's back, in Millennium, everywhere. Dean is my family, Bree is my family and I hold grudges. Watch out.
She says before heading off camera to find Holly for some last minute touch ups.
Singles Match
Luna VS Tobie Nox ThorneLuna and Tobie have been, for different reasons, two of the most active Millennium stars standing up against the Riot invaders. While for Luna it was mostly a matter of self defense, having been targeted for weeks mostly by Baumer, for Tobie it became personal the moment Aella Foley assaulted her boyfriend and Millennium general manager Gianluigi Vaccaro. The match started off to a slow pace with the two competitors studying each other and every now and then glancing outside, almost as they both were expecting an interference from the Riot wrestlers. Tobie made the first move applying a side headlock to Luna, who quickly broke free with a throat jab, locking TNT in a clinch position and driving her knees to her face multiple times relying on her Krav Maga background. After knocking the young french down with a jumping knee, Luna made the cover with a springboard moonsault, only getting a two count. Tobie reaction was immediate, hitting Luna with a sudden forearm to the jaw when she picked her up followed by a kick to the leg, a spinning backfist and a reverse side kick that left the Star Of The Night bent forward. Hitting the ropes, Tobie planted her on her head with a running ddt, hooking the leg for another near fall. Very similar in their wrestling style, a mix of martial arts strikes and high flying moves, the two young talents were putting on a great show for the fans, who were firmly behind Tobie even though they showed appreciation to Luna’s skills for moves like the running spanish fly that almost gave her the win. Tobie picked herself up blocking a kick from the former Lockdown champion and taking her down with a dragon screw. After dodging another kick from the Star Of The Night, Tobie was able to land a few kicks of her own, the last one being a spinning heel kick that knocked Luna down not too far from the corner. Showing off her athleticism, Tobie jumped on the top rope and then dove onto Luna with a 450 splash that still wasn’t enough to get the win. The pace of the match had definitely picked up by now, the action was back and forth and keeping the fans on the edge of their seats. Luna thought she had the match won after the Starstorm (Discus Spinning Roundhouse), but Thorne wasn’t going down so easily. On the contrary, the french girl was once again able to turn things around, parrying a right punch and breaking Luna’s offense that had been going on for a couple of minutes now with a knee to the gut, following up with a single knee facebreaker. She then sent Smith in the corner and charged in, Luna sent her over the top rope but Tobie landed on the apron, quickly bending forward and driving her shoulder in the opponent’s mid section, jumping on the top rope and using it as a springboard to pin her to the mat with a hurricanrana, obtaining an hard fought win against a former Champion. WINNER: Tobie Nox Thorne BY: Pinfall (Springboard Hurricanrana), 11:20 |
The broadcast switches to a pre-recorded video. Hammerstein is standing under the sign for the Los Angeles branch of The Federal Reserve Bank of San Francisco. Hammerstein is dressed like most of those entering and leaving the bank, wearing a suit and tie. His black hair is pulled back tight in a ponytail and sunglasses cover his eyes. He smiles before speaking.
HAMMERSTEIN
Hello there, Millennium Wrestling fans! First off, I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you all in Tijuana, but I have contractual obligations that I had to honor. But I'll be back soon enough.
Hammerstein looks up at the sign that adorns the archway that leads to the entrance of the bank.
HAMMERSTEIN
Now you may be askin' yourselves, "Why is this guy sendin' us a video message from a bank?" Well, this is where I do all my bankin'. Whenever I get a check from a wrestlin' company, I deposit it right here. Which brings me to this…
Hammerstein reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a check. He holds it up for the camera to focus on the Millennium logo, yet his fingers cover the amount.
HAMMERSTEIN
This is my check from last week's show. Yes, in this day of digital banking and online monetary transfers, I prefer to have my paycheck be an actual check.
But there's a problem here, with this check. Ya see, it's smaller than it should have been, significantly smaller.
Why?
Because my match ended in a no contest, I wasn't awarded the winner's cut of the match purse, even though I had Junior driftin' off to Dreamland.
Hammerstein shakes his head.
HAMMERSTEIN
Devin Hearst and Andrew Wilkow came out and caused the match to get thrown out. Now, after everything Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber have done, tryin' to start a damn war with RIOT!, jumpin' their wrestlers, and several other forms of fuckery, I was more than happy to hand Junior over to Devin.
But once I got this check, I was a little less than happy.
Now, I love this sport more than just about anything else in this world, other than my family.
But, this is also my chosen vocation. This is what pays the bills, puts food on the table, and ensures that my daughter will get a quality education to do what she wants, and not be shoehorned into carrying on the family tradition. So, while I'm not in this strictly for the money, I do take my wages very seriously.
So when you guys interfered in my match, and caused it to be ruled a no contest, you cost me money. In effect, you took food out of my baby daughter's mouth. You took the clothes from her closet. You put her educational opportunities at risk.
Hammerstein whips his sunglasses off and tosses them to the side. The gravity of his words is evident in his eyes.
HAMMERSTEIN
So you can understand why I'm a little grumpy. But, I understand. In your minds, it was the right time to do it. You had to strike while the iron was hot. I get it. But, you cost me. You cost my family.
With that in mind, I'm making the following request to every, EVERY member of the RIOT! brand, and the Millennium brand as well. If I am wrestling someone that you got a beef with, be patient. Let me finish kicking their ass bell to bell. After I get the win, I'll leave the ring, and you can have them all to yourself.
I'll say it again if you didn't hear me before. I'm not part of this "war." I don't want to be a part of this "war."
Don't make me be a part of it.
Hammerstein turns and walks into the bank as the feed switches back to ringside.
Jared Idol:
What a match! I wonder how it would have gone withoug Devin's interference...
Bea Torres:
...
Jared Idol:
Bea? Where.. What are you doing?
Bea Torres:
...
Jared Idol:
Come back here! Now!
Bea Torres:
Look at me Jad! I have like 200 dollars worth free drinks at Sand Castle!
Jared Idol:
Thank God the show is over. See you next wednesay ladies and gentlemen!
HAMMERSTEIN
Hello there, Millennium Wrestling fans! First off, I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you all in Tijuana, but I have contractual obligations that I had to honor. But I'll be back soon enough.
Hammerstein looks up at the sign that adorns the archway that leads to the entrance of the bank.
HAMMERSTEIN
Now you may be askin' yourselves, "Why is this guy sendin' us a video message from a bank?" Well, this is where I do all my bankin'. Whenever I get a check from a wrestlin' company, I deposit it right here. Which brings me to this…
Hammerstein reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a check. He holds it up for the camera to focus on the Millennium logo, yet his fingers cover the amount.
HAMMERSTEIN
This is my check from last week's show. Yes, in this day of digital banking and online monetary transfers, I prefer to have my paycheck be an actual check.
But there's a problem here, with this check. Ya see, it's smaller than it should have been, significantly smaller.
Why?
Because my match ended in a no contest, I wasn't awarded the winner's cut of the match purse, even though I had Junior driftin' off to Dreamland.
Hammerstein shakes his head.
HAMMERSTEIN
Devin Hearst and Andrew Wilkow came out and caused the match to get thrown out. Now, after everything Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber have done, tryin' to start a damn war with RIOT!, jumpin' their wrestlers, and several other forms of fuckery, I was more than happy to hand Junior over to Devin.
But once I got this check, I was a little less than happy.
Now, I love this sport more than just about anything else in this world, other than my family.
But, this is also my chosen vocation. This is what pays the bills, puts food on the table, and ensures that my daughter will get a quality education to do what she wants, and not be shoehorned into carrying on the family tradition. So, while I'm not in this strictly for the money, I do take my wages very seriously.
So when you guys interfered in my match, and caused it to be ruled a no contest, you cost me money. In effect, you took food out of my baby daughter's mouth. You took the clothes from her closet. You put her educational opportunities at risk.
Hammerstein whips his sunglasses off and tosses them to the side. The gravity of his words is evident in his eyes.
HAMMERSTEIN
So you can understand why I'm a little grumpy. But, I understand. In your minds, it was the right time to do it. You had to strike while the iron was hot. I get it. But, you cost me. You cost my family.
With that in mind, I'm making the following request to every, EVERY member of the RIOT! brand, and the Millennium brand as well. If I am wrestling someone that you got a beef with, be patient. Let me finish kicking their ass bell to bell. After I get the win, I'll leave the ring, and you can have them all to yourself.
I'll say it again if you didn't hear me before. I'm not part of this "war." I don't want to be a part of this "war."
Don't make me be a part of it.
Hammerstein turns and walks into the bank as the feed switches back to ringside.
Tag Team Match
Olivia Wythe & Levi VS The Steeles
Olivia and Levi have been on a roll recently, picking up wins on both shows and quickly climbing the rankings of the Tag Team Division, to the point that the their names are often mentioned when talking about the MWE Tag Team Titles. After beating teams like the HooligunnZ and the BreeTee Committee, Kate and Teddy Steele didn’t seem to present much of a challenge for the two young girls. And yet the first part of the match saw the couple firmly in control, isolating Levi in their corner and slowly wearing her down with combined moves. After Teddy was done stomping her in the corner, he tagged his wife in. Kate picked the Baby K up and connected a few hard chops across her chest, giving another tag to Teddy. She then suplexed Levi while her husband jumped off the top rope with an elbow drop. Levi kicked out in two, making it back to her feet and trying to build some momentum with a couple of quick jabs. Teddy weaved from side to side, landing a few punches of his own before knocking her down with a big right hand, sliding in for another cover, once again only getting a two out of it. Becoming more and more confident, almost cocky, Teddy picked up the opponent and tossed her out of the ring, yelling something about “taking out the trash”. Levi was able to grab the top rope and land on the apron, catching Steele with a shoulder to the stomach when he turned around and moved toward her. He quickly recovered and came back for more, getting hit by a right hand to the jaw this time. Levi jumped back into the ring with a springboard hurricanrana, a move she calls It’s Hot In Topeka, and almost picked up the win. Teddy kicked out and charged in for a lariat, ducked by the [R]evo Seminole State Champion who bent backwards Matrix style. Teddy went back to the attack but he walked right into a pele kick from Levi, who now had noone who could stop her from making the tag. A huge roar welcomed Olivia who finally entered the match, cleaning house with a lariat to Teddy and a running forearm to Kate, dropping her off the apron. She then turned around just in time to stop the charging opponent with a front kick that bent him forward. Olivia put his head between her legs, calling for a powerbomb that Teddy was able to counter with a back body drop, diving toward his corner and making the tag to Kate who just climbed back on the apron. The former Lockdown Champion went on the attacki with a series of martial arts kicks, forcing Wythe to recoil back against the ropes. Kate went for an Irish Whip reversed by Oliva who tried a clothesline. Steele ducked under her extended arms and jumped on the middle rope, taking Olivia down with a springboard Crossbody for a two count. Kate tried to capitalize on the favorable moment sending Olivia in the corner with an irish whip after having obtainied another near fall with a Tornado DDT. She made a mistake taking a moment too long before charging in for her trademark corner yakuza kick, and Wythe moved out of the way. Kate found herself stuck with the foot on the top turnbuckle with Olivia sneaking behind her back and connecting with a German Suplex. Steele was quick to roll back on her feet, eating a running big boot by Wythe who tried another pinfall. After the kick out, Olivia dragged the opponent to her feet and shoved her in the corner, following with a double running knee. Kate fell on her face, slowly pulling herself up. As soon as she turned around, Olivia jumped off the top rope and smashed her face with the Wythebreaker (Top Robe Codebreaker), picking up another win for her team. WINNER: Olivia Wythe & Levi BY: Pinfall (Wythebreaker), 11:09 |
Backstage Zafar Khan is seen wandering dressed rather unlike himself lately. He's wearing a rather expensive suit & has a rather confident smirk on his face too. Also around his arm equally dressed in a expensive dress was the gorgeous Catarina Smalls. Suddenly they are rushed by a unnamed reporter & Khan looks disgusted that this person stopped him from getting to his destination.
Nameless Interviewer:
Zafar Khan last week your actions were unforgivable and now you're here on Millennium to give us answers maybe?
He smiles & whispers into Catarina's air who smirks herself. Zafar leans up to the microphone to speak.
Zafar Khan:
All I'm here to do is to talk business.
Khan pushes past this reporter & continues down the hallway until reaching his arrival point. He knocks on the door & the camera pans to the name on the plate, Chimera Corps. A few brief seconds past until the door swings open & shockingly he is welcomed inside by a smiling Chris Constantine Jr with the various other members in the background. The door closes behind Zafar & Catarina as the scene ends.
Nameless Interviewer:
Zafar Khan last week your actions were unforgivable and now you're here on Millennium to give us answers maybe?
He smiles & whispers into Catarina's air who smirks herself. Zafar leans up to the microphone to speak.
Zafar Khan:
All I'm here to do is to talk business.
Khan pushes past this reporter & continues down the hallway until reaching his arrival point. He knocks on the door & the camera pans to the name on the plate, Chimera Corps. A few brief seconds past until the door swings open & shockingly he is welcomed inside by a smiling Chris Constantine Jr with the various other members in the background. The door closes behind Zafar & Catarina as the scene ends.
Singles Match
Duke Andrews VS Dusty DouglasWhat promised to be a great match between two heavyweights, turned out to be the biggest disappointment of the night. And not for any of the competitor’s fault. Duke was waiting inside the ring, ready and determined to be the one ending the streak of the Murder Train. But as soon as Douglas stepped out of the curtain and walked down the ramp, Andrew Wilkow came out right behind him, wielding a chair and smashing it on Dusty’s head, getting some payback from the attack he fell victim of a couple of weeks ago on Riot. Andrews, who never refrained from inflammatory remarks about Riot, went to Dusty’s rescue. But he only took one step before something, or rather someone, blocked him by grabbing his wrist. As he turned around, he found himself face to face with Devin Hearst who, shrugging his shoulders, mouthed a “Sorry bud” before kicking Duke in the stomach and dropping him on his head with his evenflow DDT. Hearst then left the ring and headed up the ramp, putting a hand on Wilkow who was still smashing the dented chair on Dusty’s back. After a word from his boss, Andrew stopped and the pair left the stage between loud boos from the fans. WINNER: // BY: //, 0:00 |
We cut backstage to a shot of The Manic walking along down the hall with the behemoth that is Pinhead just a few steps behind her. She seems to be in search of something, or as her recent Twitter posts would suggest, someone. That someone being The Misery, who has apparently been MIA since the arrival of Heath Williams last week. The Manic looks behind a shelf, then some packing containers, backstage equipment but it’s no use.
The Manic:
Where the hell is he…?
She leans her forehead against a nearby wall and slaps it out of pure frustration as Pinhead watches her, making no effort to stop her, or help her find The Misery. She turns around.
The Manic:
Are you gonna help The Manic look, or are you just gonna stand there?
Pinhead:
It is not I who is so desperate to find The Misery.
The Manic:
You should be. He’s the one who got you out of that underground hellhole after all.
Pinhead:
Is he?
The Manic stares up at the human skyscraper inquisitively, as if he just said something that piques her interest, and perhaps adds more evidence to her already growing suspicions. A door opens up from across the hall, and The Misery’s masked head pops out of it. The Manic spots him, and he hails she and Pinhead over. They walk over and The Manic goes inside. The Misery shuts the door and Pinhead stays outside on watch duty.
The camera cuts to the inside of a janitor’s closet. The Manic has her arms folded and The Misery has both hands on the wall behind her, one at either side of her head.
The Manic:
Where have you been? The Manic wants answers. What the hell was that last week?
The Misery:
You have to believe The Misery, that man is an imposter!
The Manic:
But the picture, Misery… the picture! You can’t deny the picture!
The Misery:
The Misery is the man in that picture, he assures you.
The Manic:
Then who is that man? None of this makes sense. It’s impossible.
The Misery:
Do you trust The Misery?
The Manic sighs and looks to her left, but The Misery removes one of his hands from the wall, places it on The Manic’s chin and positions her face so that she is looking directly at him.
The Misery:
Do you. Trust. The Misery?
They fail to break eye contact, until The Manic clenches hers shut for a moment and slowly nods.
The Manic:
The Manic trusts you. She has no choice but to trust you.
The Misery takes a step back.
The Misery:
Good. You must understand that this is all part of that wretched Ophelia’s plans. She wants to turn us against each other. She somehow found some kind of Heath Williams impersonator…
The Manic:
Yes… that makes sense. So, what’s the plan for tonight then?
The Misery:
Ideally, The Misery wins, of course… but on the off chance he doesn’t… he has a backup plan.
The camera fades out to the next part of the show.
The Manic:
Where the hell is he…?
She leans her forehead against a nearby wall and slaps it out of pure frustration as Pinhead watches her, making no effort to stop her, or help her find The Misery. She turns around.
The Manic:
Are you gonna help The Manic look, or are you just gonna stand there?
Pinhead:
It is not I who is so desperate to find The Misery.
The Manic:
You should be. He’s the one who got you out of that underground hellhole after all.
Pinhead:
Is he?
The Manic stares up at the human skyscraper inquisitively, as if he just said something that piques her interest, and perhaps adds more evidence to her already growing suspicions. A door opens up from across the hall, and The Misery’s masked head pops out of it. The Manic spots him, and he hails she and Pinhead over. They walk over and The Manic goes inside. The Misery shuts the door and Pinhead stays outside on watch duty.
The camera cuts to the inside of a janitor’s closet. The Manic has her arms folded and The Misery has both hands on the wall behind her, one at either side of her head.
The Manic:
Where have you been? The Manic wants answers. What the hell was that last week?
The Misery:
You have to believe The Misery, that man is an imposter!
The Manic:
But the picture, Misery… the picture! You can’t deny the picture!
The Misery:
The Misery is the man in that picture, he assures you.
The Manic:
Then who is that man? None of this makes sense. It’s impossible.
The Misery:
Do you trust The Misery?
The Manic sighs and looks to her left, but The Misery removes one of his hands from the wall, places it on The Manic’s chin and positions her face so that she is looking directly at him.
The Misery:
Do you. Trust. The Misery?
They fail to break eye contact, until The Manic clenches hers shut for a moment and slowly nods.
The Manic:
The Manic trusts you. She has no choice but to trust you.
The Misery takes a step back.
The Misery:
Good. You must understand that this is all part of that wretched Ophelia’s plans. She wants to turn us against each other. She somehow found some kind of Heath Williams impersonator…
The Manic:
Yes… that makes sense. So, what’s the plan for tonight then?
The Misery:
Ideally, The Misery wins, of course… but on the off chance he doesn’t… he has a backup plan.
The camera fades out to the next part of the show.
Lucha De Apuestas
Hair vs Mask
Heath Williams VS The MiseryHair vs Mask
The Misery stands in the right side of the ring with Pinhead and The Manic in his corner on the outside. The returning Heath Williams stands on the left, with Cheesecake and Barv in his, the latter trio receiving a huge pop from the Tijuana crowd. The bell sounds and The Misery and Williams lock-up, surprisingly both the exact same height and build. They trade blows for a while, before The Hardcore Hero decides this is his match, and gains the upperhand with a picture-perfect dropkick that sends The Misery face first into the canvas. Williams doesn’t stop there, and runs over to the ropes, jumps up, bounces off the middle rope and slices through the air with an epic Lionsault, then picks up a two count. Williams continues to capitalize on his momentum for a bit, showing off moves extremely similar to those we have seen from The Misery since his debut. Speaking of The Misery, he seemingly suddenly realizes the stakes of this match, and is granted a second wind. He counters a Diving Splash by lifting his knees, jabbing them straight into Heath’s midsection. Williams clutches his ribs and The Misery manages a two count, but can’t pull off a successful victory. It’s now The Misery’s ball game however, as the momentum has shifted in his favor. He performs a series of deadly athletic maneuvers, finishing it off with a superb Springboard Lariat. He scores another two count, yet fails to grab the victory. He sits for a moment, with his back turned to Williams, clearly wondering what it’s going to take to put The Hardcore Hero away. That’s when Williams pulls him into a cover, scoring a one count, before The Misery reverses it into a cover of his own. The two men reverse each other’s pinfall attempts for a few seconds, keeping the fans on their toes, when all of a sudden both men stand and Williams hits The Misery with a stern shin kick to the legs. The Hardcore Hero continues this offense, shin kick after shin kick after shin kick, each one rising in height along The Misery’s body, until a final kick is sent into The Misery’s head. This is the move Williams calls the Seven Deadly Shins. He then takes The Misery by the wrist, irish whips him into the corner, and nails him with a Helluva Kick that almost knocks the skull off The Misery’s shoulders. The Misery falls into a slump against the bottom turnbuckle, and Williams makes way to the opposite corner and climbs. He signals for it, his own variation of the Bliss to Misery, but The Manic climbs up onto the apron, trying to distract him. Cheesecake and Barv come around the ring, and Cheesecake begins shouting at The Manic. The Manic gets down and with Pinhead by her side, have a stare down with their two foes. Williams, no longer distracted, takes a leap of faith and flies across the ring… however, when he gets there, The Misery has rolled out of the way just in the knick of time. Williams hits the canvas hard, landing with awkward positioning, his midsection bending in an unusual way. The Misery gets up off the mat and scurries over, sending multiple stomps into Heath’s injured ribs. Once the damage is dealt, he drags Williams over to the same turnbuckle he had previously been leaned up against, then scales the opposite corner. This time Cheesecake hops up onto the apron, trying to distract her enemy, but the referee goes over and warns her to get down. While the Official’s distracted, The Manic gets a steel chair out from under the ring and places it on top of Heath’s face. Barv’s got this though, and staunches over. The Manic notices and hides behind Pinhead. The two big men stare at each other, which catches the referee’s attention. The ref gets out of the ring and gives Barv and Pinhead a stern warning. This gives Cheesecake the opening she needs, where she reaches up and slaps The Misery in the back of the head. The Misery is momentarily distracted, and Heath gets up with the steel chair in hand, runs over and smashes it into The Misery’s face, then hands it to Cheesecake who quickly disposes of it. Heath then pulls The Misery forward, and positions him so that The Misery’s upside down and their shoulders are touching, then pulls him off of the corner post and nails him with a destructive Kinniku Buster. The ref notices what’s going on and slides into the ring, and Heath Williams picks up the victory. WINNER: Heath Williams BY: Pinfall (Kinniku Buster), 14:33 |
The Misery has no time to recuperate before Heath and Cheesecake are cornering him in the ring, while Barv stands on the outside to make sure Pinhead and The Manic don’t try to interfere. The Manic starts screaming at Pinhead to do something, but he fails to oblige. Instead, he and Barv just continue to stare at each other blankly.
Heath grabs The Misery by the shoulders and holds him in place while he kicks and yells, but can’t do much of anything else as he’s still obviously feeling the effects of the Kinniku Buster. Heath gestures to Cheesecake as if she’s welcome to do the honors. She jokingly curtsies and takes hold of The Misery’s mask, then rips it off…
...only for there to be another mask underneath. They both frown, and so she does it again. Another mask. She repeats the action for a third time. No luck. There’s yet another mask. The Misery cackles, and Cheesecake looks extremely fed up at this point. The Manic takes a microphone.
The Manic:
It was a hair vs. mask match, right? Well, the Heath Williams impersonator won, and you guys just took off The Misery’s mask… in fact, you took off three of them! Therefore the stipulation for this match has been fulfilled! Anything else you do here could be considered a breach of match rules and sportsmanship! And also a terrorist act against what could be argued as the religion of The Misery!
The Misery manages to slip away and roll out of the ring, retreating with The Manic and Pinhead. Heath and Cheesecake don’t follow pursuit however, and stay where they are. Cheesecake calls for a microphone and she’s granted one.
Cheesecake:
Fine, ya wanna play it that way? So be it! We ain’t gonna chase ya, not this time. Instead, we’re gonna be patient, ‘cause it was made official earlier today by none other than Gianluigi Vaccaro, that at the next PPV, it’s gonna be us three takin’ on you three in a Six Person Tornado Falls Count Anywhere match! See you losers there!
The scene fades to commercial as “Anklebiters” by Paramore plays throughout the arena with the fans cheering behind it.
Heath grabs The Misery by the shoulders and holds him in place while he kicks and yells, but can’t do much of anything else as he’s still obviously feeling the effects of the Kinniku Buster. Heath gestures to Cheesecake as if she’s welcome to do the honors. She jokingly curtsies and takes hold of The Misery’s mask, then rips it off…
...only for there to be another mask underneath. They both frown, and so she does it again. Another mask. She repeats the action for a third time. No luck. There’s yet another mask. The Misery cackles, and Cheesecake looks extremely fed up at this point. The Manic takes a microphone.
The Manic:
It was a hair vs. mask match, right? Well, the Heath Williams impersonator won, and you guys just took off The Misery’s mask… in fact, you took off three of them! Therefore the stipulation for this match has been fulfilled! Anything else you do here could be considered a breach of match rules and sportsmanship! And also a terrorist act against what could be argued as the religion of The Misery!
The Misery manages to slip away and roll out of the ring, retreating with The Manic and Pinhead. Heath and Cheesecake don’t follow pursuit however, and stay where they are. Cheesecake calls for a microphone and she’s granted one.
Cheesecake:
Fine, ya wanna play it that way? So be it! We ain’t gonna chase ya, not this time. Instead, we’re gonna be patient, ‘cause it was made official earlier today by none other than Gianluigi Vaccaro, that at the next PPV, it’s gonna be us three takin’ on you three in a Six Person Tornado Falls Count Anywhere match! See you losers there!
The scene fades to commercial as “Anklebiters” by Paramore plays throughout the arena with the fans cheering behind it.
Singles Match
Melissa Reeves VS Xavier LarouxAnother guest star joined Millennium for one night only to challenge Melissa Reeves. After SILK’s appearance at The Great White North, tonight Xavier Laroux showed up in Tijuana, welcomed by a round of applause from the Mexican fans. Before the match, he walked in front of Mel with that cocky expression on her face. He even had something to tell her, something the camera couldn’t catch. What it caught though, was Melissa’s amused reaction. The bell finally rang and the two competitors started walking in circling, eventually locking up in the centre of the ring. With the power advantage clearly on his side, Xavier easily pushed Melissa back, until her back was leaning against the ropes. The referee approached Xavier asking him to step back and, surprisingly, he did just that, granting the clean break and taking a few steps back, waiting for the opponent in the middle of the ring. Reeves met him there, locking up once again. This time though, she quickly transitioned into a waist lock, ducking the elbow strike attempt from Your Favorite Drug and pushing him against the ropes, trying to surprise him with an O’Connor roll. A veteran like X saw it coming and grabbed the ropes, hanging on them while the momentum sent the former Liberty Pro Champion rolling backwards. When she got back to her feet, he almost beheaded her with a massive clothesline. He made a cover too, but Mel kicked out in one. The “courtesy” shown in the first moments of the match was now gone, the friendship between the two left room to the competitive spirit that always drove both of them. Mel was unleashing a series of kicks, Xavier caught her with a stiff right to the jaw forcing her to stop her offense. He quickly grabbed her hand and sent her against the ropes, hitting her with a kitchen sink. Wasting no time he picked her up and went for an european uppercut, applying an abdominal stretch and following with some shots to the ribs, before lifting her and dropping her on his extended knee. This time the pinfall attempt gave him a count of two. Melissa had her opportunity to close the match when she slipped away from a suplex and quickly hit X with a discus forearm to the back of the head, dropping him on his knees. Before he could react, she already hit the ropes and planted him on his head with a low angle ddt. To make sure she’d get away with the three count, she quickly climbed to the top rope and jumped off with the shooting star press called Death From Above that gave her more than a few wins in her illustrious career. But not tonight. Fifteen minutes into this match and all you could hear in the Bullring By The Sea was twenty thousand people chanting “This Is Awesome”, showing their appreciation for the spectacle the two competitors were putting up. The action was back and forth, false finals on both sides. Xavier had the opponent exactly where he wanted her at the end of a devastating combo, started with a throat punch followed by a superkick to the ribs and concluded with a neckbreaker. Mel was now sitting right in the middle of the ring, X hit the ropes and went for The Addiction, his patented knee strike. Melissa was able to dodge it at the last possible moment and quickly rolled him on his shoulders with a schoolboy pin, Xavier kicked out, but as soon as he made it back to his feet, Melissa dropped him down with the Reaver Slam, quickly transitioning in the heel hook known as the Iron Lock. Xavier tried to resist and reach the ropes, but the submission was locked in tight and right in the centre of the ring. Eventually, he tapped out. WINNER: Melissa Reeves BY: Submission (Iron Lock), 17:51 |
As we get ready to head to the fatal 4 way match, the scene shifts backstage near the entrance way, and we see Christian Michaels walking with a smile on his face. He’s greeting members of the backstage crew that he hasn’t seen in a few weeks.
Jared Idol:
Well there ya see him folks, Christian Michaels! Coming up after this match, we’ll hear from Michaels for the first time since the brutal “I Quit” match with Duke Andrews some weeks back. Stay tuned folks and we’ll be right-Woah-ho-ho-ho!
Christian was coming to a crossroads-like part of the arena, and when he looks to the left the smile drops from his face. The camera had pulled back and there stands Duke Andrews. The self-professed “Top Heel” stands there with his jaw poked out by a wad of dip. Michaels is looking pissed off to see his former friend. To his credit though, Duke Andrews doesn’t pull any tomfoolery here. At least not physically. Instead he smiles and tells CM: “Nice to see ya bud”. After a couple tense moments Christian walks past Duke and the show heads to the ring.
Jared Idol:
Well there ya see him folks, Christian Michaels! Coming up after this match, we’ll hear from Michaels for the first time since the brutal “I Quit” match with Duke Andrews some weeks back. Stay tuned folks and we’ll be right-Woah-ho-ho-ho!
Christian was coming to a crossroads-like part of the arena, and when he looks to the left the smile drops from his face. The camera had pulled back and there stands Duke Andrews. The self-professed “Top Heel” stands there with his jaw poked out by a wad of dip. Michaels is looking pissed off to see his former friend. To his credit though, Duke Andrews doesn’t pull any tomfoolery here. At least not physically. Instead he smiles and tells CM: “Nice to see ya bud”. After a couple tense moments Christian walks past Duke and the show heads to the ring.
Fatal 4 way Match
Saki VS Tiffany Rollins VS Brittany April VS Javen
Not one, but three opponents for the Cloud Gate Champion Tiff Rollins tonight. The title was not on the line in this contest but, rest assured, should any of her three opponents score a pinfall, they could claim their stakes at the title held by the nineteen years old who continues her march to a record setting reign. As you could expect by a match with so many people involved, it didn’t take long for the action to become chaotic. Brittany didn’t even wait for the bell to ring to assault Saki, while Javen and Tiffany locked horns in the middle of the ring. Size and power favored the McMillion who forced Tiffany in the corner and landed a knife edge chop on the Cloud Gate Champion, grabbing her hand and sending her all the way across the ring to the opposite corner, charging at her and going for a monkey flip. Tiffany landed hard on her back, Javen reached her and prevented her to get back up with some stomps. Brittany lifted Saki for a suplex, mounting on top of her and raining down lefts and rights to her face. The Singapore Mauler was able to stop her relentless assault poking her eye, getting back up to her feet and knocking down the momentarily blinded opponent with a Roundhouse Kick. As soon as she dropped on top of her to make the cover, Javen broke it up with an elbow drop. The McMillion seemed in great shape tonight, willing to prove himself in singles competition against some of the best Millennium has to offer. And he was holding his ground, sending Saki against the ropes and hitting her with the double palm strike known as KAMEHAMEHA as she rebounded back. As he turned around, Tiffany kicked him in the midsection, following with the swinging ddt she learned from Brytain Rollins. Before she could capitalize with the cover, Brittany dropped her down with an STO, laying on top of the Cloud Gate Champion who kicked out in two. The two young girls were now standing one in front of the other, staring intensely in each other’s eyes. The fans were buzzing in anticipation, mindful of the past battles between the two of them over the title now held by the Five Foot Death Machine. But the anticipated fight between the two didn’t happen, as Saki pushed Brittany against Tiffany who got knocked down in the process. April herself seemed stunned and the former Empire Extreme Champion capitalized with a backstabber. Brittany kicked out in two. Over ten minutes into the match fought at a ridiculously fast rhythm and the everyone was down on the mat. The first to make it up to her feet was the Cloud Gate Champion, followed moments later by Saki. Paying homage to Andreas Lasiewicz, Tiffany charged at the opponent and leaped, connecting her knee to the Kawaii Deathmachine face with the Peacemaker. Saki seemed out, and Tiff made the cover hooking her leg. Both Javen and Brittany dove onto her at the same time to break up the pinning predicament, double teaming the champion with a double suplex right after. Their alliance didn’t last long obviously, as they turned on each other and started trading blows almost immediately. Javen came out on top from the exchange and kicked Brittany in the stomach, trying for the Javenation. The former Cloud Gate Champion countered it, pushing Simon against the ropes and connecting with a roaring elbow to the face. She then lifted him with a butterfly suplex, rolling into a butterfly submission. Javen screamed in pain, and it looked like he was about to tap out. Tiffany saved him and the match by breaking the submission, following up with the Death Kick on Brittany. Before she could make the cover, Saki jumped off the turnbuckle with her Cotton Candy Kiss Of Death (Meteora). It was Javen who made the save at the last moment. picking up Saki and connecting the reverse twist of fate known as the Javen Effect. The last word belonged to the Cloud Gate Champion who connected another Death Kick on the McMillion. Brittany broke up the pin, but it was a moment too late. Tiffany Rollins was the winner of the match, for the joy of the Mexican fans who celebrated with her. WINNER: Tiffany Rollins BY: Pinfall (Death Kick), 15:16 |
Millennium is back from the commercial break, cameras panning the crowd who are on their feet waving around signs they made. All of a sudden “Kryptonite” by 3 Doors Down hits over the speakers. The fans immediately start to cheer loudly as many had their doubts if we’d see Michaels again after the way they last saw him in the ring. Once Christian finally walks out onto the stage the roar of the crowd raises even higher. The longtime vet stands there and soaks in the welcome of the great fans of Mexico. Nodding his head before pointing out at the fans and making the motion like he’s bowing to them.
Rumchata Ayano:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to Millennium Wrestling CHRISTIAN MIIIIIIICHAELS!!!!
The crowd puts a lil more into their cheering and Christian finally starts to make his way down the aisle towards the ring. Along the way Michaels goes out of his way to slap hands with as many fans as possible.
Jared Idol:
I tell you folks it’s really good to see Michaels here tonight. Being ringside during that “I Quit” match between he and Duke Andrews it was hard to watch. Those two men went to war on each other with just about everything ringside that wasn’t bolted down. Andrews even involved Christian’s child in the ordeal.
CM has gotten to the end of the aisle and heads around the ring slapping hands with fans. Finally though he makes his way up the steps and ducks into the ring. He comes to the center of the ring and spins on his heels looking out at the crowd. After taking in the sight again, Michaels finally pulls a mic from his back pocket.
CM:
Wassup guys?
The fans cheer, of course. Michaels nods his approval.
CM:
Ya know ya ole pal C-M hasn’t been around for almost a month now, so allow me to reintroduce myself to all yawl good people!
The fans are still happily cheering him on. Christian clears his throat and then speaks
CM:
Me llamo Christian Michaels!
A really loud cheer from the fans. The camera focus on CM as he looks around the arena smiling. He then lets out a chuckle
CM:
Annnnnd that’s about all I remember from tenth grade Spanish class back when we the first part of a year with “nineteen” in it. Hahaha
Naturally the fans share in the laugh.
CM:
But on a serious note folks; I wanted to come out here tonight to thank each and every fan that watches Millennium Wrestling whether it’s on television, a streaming source, or they pay their money to buy a ticket to the show. Cause ya see it was just about a month ago that myself and Duke Andrews went toe to toe in the middle of this very ring…
He pointed down at the canvas…
CM:
And we beat the high-holy hell outta each other in what was easily one of the roughest and most brutal matches that I’ve been a part of. We busted up tables…..We broke kendo sticks over each other’s bodies….We sweat and we bled buckets!....And at the end of that war; I was the reciepent of not one or two, or hell even three huge running knees from Duke. Naw yawl that sum bitch introduced his knee to the side of my head FOUR consecutive times. An I ain’t too proud to tell ya that after that fourth shot? Well hell I wasn’t in this world. I was knocked loopier than….than….Hell I dunno what exactly I was knocked loopier than, but it damn sure didn’t have anything on how loopy I was at that moment…
Christian let his gaze fall again to the canvas. For a few moments he fell silent, as if the scene was replaying itself in his mind. Finally he looks back up towards the fans.
CM:
While I laid there in a heap, bleeding profusely from a gash on my head, Duke Andrews did not stop. He saw that I was defenseless and he still rained down hammer-like blows from his hands. Yawl I been doing this for nineteen years now, next year will be my twentieth year, and never once have I been beaten down in such a manner. Never even ONCE has someone had to step in for me and say “Enough is enough! He can’t take anymore!”.....That’s what my wife; Kelsey Spencer ended up having to do on that night…
There’s a very loud reaction for the mention of fan favorite Kelsey Spencer. That draws a lil grin out of Michaels before he continues on.
CM:
Right now I want to tell my wife that I’m sorry. Kelsey I am sorry that you had to be put into that position. I’m sorry for the way I reacted when I found out what you had to do for my own good. You did what was right for me, you, and our family. I love you with everything that I am Kelsey, and again I’m sorry you had to do that.
Christian inhales deeply.
CM:
What I’m not sorry for is all you great fans! Like I said a few minutes ago I wanna thank all of the fans. I got so many calls and texts and e-mails from my peers in the business that I appreciated so much. But what’s really helped me in the healing process is the countless letters and get-well cards that’ve been mailed to me. So many of you reached out to me across social media wishing me a speedy recovery! And I thank you all for that! Each and every single one of you made my heart swell with pride and happiness and helped me along this road to recovery. You guys have made it possible for me to say that...provided there’s no setbacks between now and then….my doctors and the Millennium Wrestling trainers have said that they’ll release me come the thirteenth of this month!
There’s a huge roar of approval from our great crowd! Christian himself seems to be beaming with joyfulness.
CM:
Folks thank you again! I can never truly verbalize what your support has meant to me and my family. And I look so forward to getting back to work soon on getting myself and Javen back in the tag team title hunt!
With the fans cheering, Michaels drops the mic in the ring. As he exits the ring he makes his way all the way around ringside slapping hands with fans, stopping and posing for pictures with them.
Rumchata Ayano:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to Millennium Wrestling CHRISTIAN MIIIIIIICHAELS!!!!
The crowd puts a lil more into their cheering and Christian finally starts to make his way down the aisle towards the ring. Along the way Michaels goes out of his way to slap hands with as many fans as possible.
Jared Idol:
I tell you folks it’s really good to see Michaels here tonight. Being ringside during that “I Quit” match between he and Duke Andrews it was hard to watch. Those two men went to war on each other with just about everything ringside that wasn’t bolted down. Andrews even involved Christian’s child in the ordeal.
CM has gotten to the end of the aisle and heads around the ring slapping hands with fans. Finally though he makes his way up the steps and ducks into the ring. He comes to the center of the ring and spins on his heels looking out at the crowd. After taking in the sight again, Michaels finally pulls a mic from his back pocket.
CM:
Wassup guys?
The fans cheer, of course. Michaels nods his approval.
CM:
Ya know ya ole pal C-M hasn’t been around for almost a month now, so allow me to reintroduce myself to all yawl good people!
The fans are still happily cheering him on. Christian clears his throat and then speaks
CM:
Me llamo Christian Michaels!
A really loud cheer from the fans. The camera focus on CM as he looks around the arena smiling. He then lets out a chuckle
CM:
Annnnnd that’s about all I remember from tenth grade Spanish class back when we the first part of a year with “nineteen” in it. Hahaha
Naturally the fans share in the laugh.
CM:
But on a serious note folks; I wanted to come out here tonight to thank each and every fan that watches Millennium Wrestling whether it’s on television, a streaming source, or they pay their money to buy a ticket to the show. Cause ya see it was just about a month ago that myself and Duke Andrews went toe to toe in the middle of this very ring…
He pointed down at the canvas…
CM:
And we beat the high-holy hell outta each other in what was easily one of the roughest and most brutal matches that I’ve been a part of. We busted up tables…..We broke kendo sticks over each other’s bodies….We sweat and we bled buckets!....And at the end of that war; I was the reciepent of not one or two, or hell even three huge running knees from Duke. Naw yawl that sum bitch introduced his knee to the side of my head FOUR consecutive times. An I ain’t too proud to tell ya that after that fourth shot? Well hell I wasn’t in this world. I was knocked loopier than….than….Hell I dunno what exactly I was knocked loopier than, but it damn sure didn’t have anything on how loopy I was at that moment…
Christian let his gaze fall again to the canvas. For a few moments he fell silent, as if the scene was replaying itself in his mind. Finally he looks back up towards the fans.
CM:
While I laid there in a heap, bleeding profusely from a gash on my head, Duke Andrews did not stop. He saw that I was defenseless and he still rained down hammer-like blows from his hands. Yawl I been doing this for nineteen years now, next year will be my twentieth year, and never once have I been beaten down in such a manner. Never even ONCE has someone had to step in for me and say “Enough is enough! He can’t take anymore!”.....That’s what my wife; Kelsey Spencer ended up having to do on that night…
There’s a very loud reaction for the mention of fan favorite Kelsey Spencer. That draws a lil grin out of Michaels before he continues on.
CM:
Right now I want to tell my wife that I’m sorry. Kelsey I am sorry that you had to be put into that position. I’m sorry for the way I reacted when I found out what you had to do for my own good. You did what was right for me, you, and our family. I love you with everything that I am Kelsey, and again I’m sorry you had to do that.
Christian inhales deeply.
CM:
What I’m not sorry for is all you great fans! Like I said a few minutes ago I wanna thank all of the fans. I got so many calls and texts and e-mails from my peers in the business that I appreciated so much. But what’s really helped me in the healing process is the countless letters and get-well cards that’ve been mailed to me. So many of you reached out to me across social media wishing me a speedy recovery! And I thank you all for that! Each and every single one of you made my heart swell with pride and happiness and helped me along this road to recovery. You guys have made it possible for me to say that...provided there’s no setbacks between now and then….my doctors and the Millennium Wrestling trainers have said that they’ll release me come the thirteenth of this month!
There’s a huge roar of approval from our great crowd! Christian himself seems to be beaming with joyfulness.
CM:
Folks thank you again! I can never truly verbalize what your support has meant to me and my family. And I look so forward to getting back to work soon on getting myself and Javen back in the tag team title hunt!
With the fans cheering, Michaels drops the mic in the ring. As he exits the ring he makes his way all the way around ringside slapping hands with fans, stopping and posing for pictures with them.
Singles Match
SERO VS Chris Constantine JuniorLast week we understood that Bethany Driver will be the one challenging the MWE champion SERO at the next pay per view, although a win from Constantine tonight could force the management to change the scenario. Chris walked to the ring with his entourage, his wife Olivia and his friend/partner/bodyguard Dusty Douglas, who looked like he recovered nicely from Wilkow’s assault earlier that night. The leader of The Few didn’t seem impressed or concerned by their presence, outside distractions had never been an issue for the cold and laser focused japanese who started the match with his usual aggressiveness, hitting CCJ with those lethal strikes that allowed him to remain undefeated in singles competition. Constantine rolled out of the ring, taking a break and talking with Dusty to rethink his strategy. SERO patiently waited in the centre of the ring, this kind of mind games never worked with him. Chris eventually had to get back into the ring, sliding in and receiving a kick to the head from the MWE Champion who started building his momentum with some stiff elbow strikes. applying a front facelock and dropping Constantine on his head with a brainbuster. The member of Chimera Corp kicked out in two, surprising SERO with a headbutt as the leader of The Few pulled him up. It was now his time to light up SERO’s chest with a series of knife edge chops, sending him against the ropes and launching him in the air with a back body drop. Constantine proved to be a worthy challenge to the MWE Champion, staying in control in this central part of the match. There was nothing fancy in his offense, consisting mostly in hard strikes and suplexes, but it was very effective. After getting a two count out of a perfectly executed bridging german suplex, Chris sent SERO against the corner, and charged at him with a dropkick. With SERO down, he then started kicking and stomping him until the referee separated the two of them. Obviously his assistants outside couldn’t miss this chance to hit the MWE Champion from behind while the referee had his back turned. The heavy right hand from Dusty dropped SERO on his knees, and Chris, after pushing the referee aside, capitalized on it with a DDT. The champion kicked out once again. The turning point for SERO happened when Chris picked him up in a fireman carry position, from which the japanese managed to slip away. He hit him in the kidney, lifting him over his shoulders and dropping him right into a Discus Punch for the Tekken Tachikaze. From that moment on the MWE champion kept control, getting close to the win in a couple of occasions after the Kurohitsugi and after a roundhouse kick that caught CCJ right on the temple. In this last occasion Chris saved himself by placing the foot on the rope. With one of his many tricks, Constantine created himself an opening, poking SERO with a thumb to the eye, starting a series of forearm shots and eventually dropping the champion down with a neckbreaker. Hitting the ropes, Chris jumped and dropped his knee on SERO. This wasn’t enough to keep the champion down of course, but Chris stayed on the attack, focusing now his offense on the champion’s back, lifting him and dropping him on the knee with a backbreaker. As the two met once again in the middle of the ring, engaging in yet another brawl, the noise of a plane flying low over the open air arena caught the attention of the two contenders. There was a banner attached to it, and it read “Constantine sucks”. Small pieces of papers started falling from the plane, and in that exact same moment SERO kicked the distracted opponent and connected the Tenchi Kaijin, picking up the win. As the referee was raising his arm in victory, one of those small papers landed on Constantine’s chest. The camera zoomed in, revealing a 10 dollar bill with Devin Hearst’s face printed on it, usable as a coupon at his bar in Miami, the Sandcastle. WINNER: SERO BY: Pinfall (Tenchi Kaijin), 16:27 |
Jared Idol:
What a match! I wonder how it would have gone withoug Devin's interference...
Bea Torres:
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Jared Idol:
Bea? Where.. What are you doing?
Bea Torres:
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Jared Idol:
Come back here! Now!
Bea Torres:
Look at me Jad! I have like 200 dollars worth free drinks at Sand Castle!
Jared Idol:
Thank God the show is over. See you next wednesay ladies and gentlemen!