Riot in Sonora

Riot in Sonora Jun 11, 2019 10:02:05 GMT -6

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Post by gvb on Jun 11, 2019 10:02:05 GMT -6

Riot in Sonora
Live from Arena ITSON in Ciudad Obregon, SON
Saturday ,June 8th, 2019

The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Spectre can be seen casually leaning against the Riot backdrop. Next to him is the loudmouth manager Jake Archer, the two engaged in a conversation. Spectre seems aloof, almost uncaring, as Jake’s voice gets higher as the manager gets more animated.

Jake Archer:
I’m telling you, the fix is in! You pinned Dusty Douglas, PINNED HIM, and yet the Hooligunnz have yet to receive more of an opportunity! Heck, you’re the only one wrestling tonight! There’s a conspiracy!

Spectre shrugs his shoulders in response, a move that clearly irritates Jake.

Spectre:
Dude, just breathe. Hooligunnz are on the come up right now, and it’s only a matter of time before we get our shot at the tag champs. Big Trey has the night off and I’ve got the match tonight, so we’re still staying in fighting shape while we strengthen our claim for a title shot. I mean, together we’re already a solid team. Now we get to show Riot the strength we have solo.

Jake Archer:
…. That makes no sense. It’s “if we’re this good solo, imagine what we’re like as a team.”

Spectre takes a moment to ponder this before smiling.

Spectre:
Yeah, that too. See, this is why you’re my manager. You get things.

Jake shakes his head as Spectre giggles to himself. Letting out a sigh of frustration, Jake pushes himself off the wall before placing a hand on Spectre’s shoulders.

Jake Archer:
Spec, listen to me man. We’ve been a team for nearly a year and a half. We’ve been up and down the coast, cashing checks and beating up scrubs every weekend. You were the best man for my wedding, which got me a lot of angry glares from my brother. I trust you, and I know you trust me, so please know that what I’m about to say comes from a good place.

Spectre:
Sup?

Jake Archer:
…. you need to shape up, right now.

Spectre cocks his head to the side, a look of confusion on his face as Jake continues.

Jake Archer:
I’ve done what I could, but you also need to put in actual effort and try. It’s not enough to show up and have a good showing, it’s not enough to get on a highlight reel or have fans scream at you doing a dive. You need to be able to win, Spec, and you haven’t been doing a lot of that lately. And if you two are serious about this team, and are serious about going for gold, then you can’t be content coming out and getting seen. I need you to start acting like you want to be here, I need you to dig deep and find that killer instinct that pushes you to win, because otherwise there’s no point to any of this. If you’re not gonna act like you wanna be here, then why am I trying so hard to get you opportunities and get you matches? Heck, you’re one of a small group that’s pinned Dusty Douglas, and rather than leverage that into something more, you’re still spinning your wheels while other teams are beginning to stake their claims for title shots. If you and Trey want this, if you’re serious about the Hooligunnz or whatever, then you need to start acting like it, and it needs to start now.

Spectre’s eyes are glanced downwards as silence falls, Jake’s words playing over and over in his head. Nodding softly, Spectre glances back at Jake, a solemn expression on his face.

Spectre:
Wow, man. I… you’re right. I gotta do more.

Jake Archer:
Yeah, you do. Andrew Wilkow isn’t exactly the easiest challenge. You need to be on top of your game and be ready for anything he throws at you.

Spectre nods in agreement before making a quick glance in the direction of the entrance area.

Spectre:
You’re gonna be out there, right? Could use the moral support.

Jake Archer:
I’m… not sure I can. They still think I interfered a few weeks ago, so I’m allowed to be backstage but I can’t show up to ringside. I gotta talk with Yulia and see if I can get clearance, but I might not get it in time.

Spectre:
Oh. I see..

Jake just shrugs in response, annoyance on his face.

Jake Archer:
It’s politics. With the whole Millennium vs. Riot thing, Yulia hasn’t had time to meet with me so I can explain my side. She’s listening to other wrestler’s complaints, dealing with that Luigi guy, trying to balance everything… some things slip through the cracks, man. I’ll do what I can, but I might not get a chance to speak with her until next week. Maybe later.

Spectre sighs in frustration, causing Jake to raise his hands in appeasement.

Jake Archer:
Hey, hey. Don’t worry, you still got this. That big oaf doesn’t stand a chance against you! Sure he’s big, but the bigger they are, the harder they fall. And that guy is gonna fall hard once you’re through with him. Heck, he’ll be lucky to make it to the back without passing out! You got this man!

Spectre:
… yeah. Yeah, I got this! I’m the Swoltergeist! I pinned Dusty Douglas, and I can damn sure pin Andrew Wilkow! I don’t care how big he is, I’m gonna chop him down and get the victory! HOOLIGUNNZ!

Jake Archer:
Uh, yeah! Hooligunnz!

Spectre walks off with a spring in his step, exuding confidence as he makes his way to the entrance area. Jake Archer looks on with pride before pausing, shaking his head.

Jake Archer:
Hooligunnz? Whatever happened to THE BEST?

Singles Match

Spectre VS Andrew Wilkow

With Dustin’s and Chris’ presence announced on tonight’s show, it was safe to assume that Andrew Wilkow’s focus was split between what was going on inside the ring and possible outside interferences. This allowed Spectre to take the lead in the first minutes with a series of kicks followed by a low dropkick that took Drew down to his knee. Spectre went for a running knee to the side of the head which still wasn’t enough to knock the heavyweight down. With the opponent now on all fours, Spectre went for a bicycle kick, and finally the big man from West Virginia was down. The Swoltergeist hit him with a springboard legdrop, hooking Drew’s leg for a cover and picking up a two count. Even though Archer wasn’t at ringside to guide him, Spectre was sticking to the plan he, possibly, came up with his manager before the match. Quick hits, always keep on moving and stay the hell away from Wilkow’s grasp. And it worked out just fine for a while, until Andrew was able to block a springboard hurrincanrana attempt and turned it into a ring shattering powerbomb.

As often happens, raw power proved to be very effective against speed and agility. After the powerbomb Drew was in full control, going at Spectre with heavy forearm shots. The Die Fly was in great difficulty, getting tossed around by Wilkow with a fallaway slam. He picked himself up, leaning against the corner to catch a breath. When he noticed Drew charging in full head of steam, it was already too late to avoid getting squashed by the 290 pounder. Wilkow lifted Spectre on the top turnbuckle and climbed up as well, setting the opponent up for a superplex. Spectre fought back tooth and nails, managing to knock Andrew down with a series if rapid fire headbutts to the bridge of the nose. With the opponent stunned, he leaped off the and pinned him with a crossbody, only worth a two, The match kept going back and forth until, and Spectre went really close to the upset win with the Archer Approved (springboard cutter). But once again the Appalachian Mountain Monster turned the tides with a devastating buckle bomb/Country Roads (jacknife powerbomb). That’s when, predictably, Dusty Douglas came out of the curtain, steel chair in hand. Wilkow invited him to get to the ring and face him like a man, and the Murder Train didn’t let him ask twice, charging down the ramp and sliding inside the ring. The referee bravely stepped up, positioning himself between the two big men. And while Dusty kept the official busy, Constantine sneaked behind Wilkow and knocked him out with a loaded fist punch to the back of the skull, leaving the ring before the ref even noticed anything. On his way out, he grabbed the barely moving Spectre’s hand and positioned it on top of Wilkow. Dusty suddenly stopped acting up and yelled at the referee to turn around, Not quite sure what happened, the ref had no choice but to make the count and declare Spectre the winner of this match.

WINNER: Spectre
BY: Pinfall (brass knuckle punch to the back of the head), 8:15

A black screen.

Pinhead:
Dominique, nique, nique…

The camera slowly pans backwards to reveal Pinhead, who last week sent Teddy Steele packing in a brief five minute match that saw Pinhead victorious. His eye contact once again keeps to the floor, just like it did two weeks ago during his first appearance on Riot.

Pinhead:
s'en allait tout simplement…

He continues to speak the French lyrics of his theme song, his obsession with the tune unclear and growing more ominous with each word.

Pinhead:
Routier pauvre et chantant…

The colossus slowly raises his head, his eyes screaming with the epitome of nothingness.

Pinhead:
En tous chemins, en tous lieux, il ne parle que du bon Dieu…

He reaches out and grabs the camera, almost as if he’s going to destructively dispose of it just like last time. Except he doesn’t. Instead he pulls it in and brings it closer to his face.

Pinhead:
Since arriving here in MWE… I have had people timidly approach me and ask why I have decided to return to the world of wrestling… one would expect that my lack of response would open the door for them to walk away, but instead they follow up with another question…

Pinhead stares into the camera lens for what must be at least twenty seconds before any signs of continuing where he left off become evident.

Pinhead:
These people, they ask me why am I helping The Misery? My reply is always the same… I lean in towards them, so close I can smell the scent of fear mixed with the stench of their foul body odor… and I say to them…

He tilts his head and lowers his eyebrows.

Pinhead:
Am I helping The Misery?

A black screen.

Singles Match

Franky Harris VS Pinhead

This may very well have been the biggest match in MWE history, at least when it comes to the size of the wrestlers involved. Over 700 pounds of humanity in the ring in a clash of the titans, a battle of pure power between the irresistible force and the immovable object. There was no place for technical wrestling, the fans watching this knew what they were getting into. And the two giants didn’t disappoint, throwing heavy strikes at each other with those massive hands. Despite all the force behind every single punch, none of them was giving up a inch, standing on their feet and hitting back the opponent. Franky was able to land two consecutive strikes on Pinhead, forcing him to recoil a few steps back. Grabbing him by the wrist, The Beef tried to send him against the ropes, but the big French planted his feet and resisted the attempt, pulling Franky in for a lariat. With Harris down, Pinhead took a “run” at the ropes and jumped on him with a splash, dodged by Franky who rolled out of the way and out of the ring. For a moment he looked around a bit lost, almost as if he was searching his manager for some advice. But obviously, Charlie wasn’t there. Pinhead reached him outside and drove him head first against the ring post.

When the match went back inside the ring, Pinhead was in control raining blows on Franky’s bleeding face, busted open after the impact against the steel post. He was showing no mercy, and despite his best attempt the referee wasn’t able to separate them, not even under threat of a disqualification. Franky managed to push the opponent away and get back to his feet, kicking Pinhead in the stomach and, after a couple of european uppercuts, sending him in the corner with an irish whip and following up with a corner splash. After stomping the now grounded french, Franky went for a cover, but it still wasn’t enough to keep the giant down. And right when it seemed like Franky could get the job done after a very close to three near fall, fatigue and the bloodloss started taking their toll. There was the opening Pinhead needed to turn things back in his favor, and he didn’t let it go to waste, slowly building up his momentum with those heavy strikes and eventually, with huge effort, lifted The Beef for his gutwrench powerbomb called The Dominque Tribute, obtaining his second win in Riot.

WINNER: Pinhead
BY: Pinfall (The Dominique Tribute), 7:51

Backstage Veronica Chandler, Kristina Spencer and Kelsey Spencer are standing around a monitor watching Kelsey’s match from the last Riot show

The fans held their breath as Kelsey picked it back up, pondering for a moment to use it to her advantage. But just like her opponent moments before, she refused to, dropping it on the mat. In what seemed like a review of the exchange that opened the match, they started hitting each other with heavy strikes. And just like before, Kelsey was the one winning the round, setting the opponent up for the Deprivation DDT with a kick to the stomach. Solinas landed head first against the chair, and it was lights out for her. For a moment, nothing happened. Kelsey stood there staring at the chair shaking her head to highlight the involuntariness of what just happened. And finally she made the cover, picking up the win that allowed her to advance to the semi-final.

As the video ends Veronica and Kristina start clapping and giving Kelsey hugs even though Kelsey does not seem as enthusiastic as her cousin and Vee are about what happened.

Veronica Chandler:
Hell of a win Kelsey! Didn’t think you had it in you but i was wrong. You are totally going to win this thing if you keep up that focus

Kristina pulls Kelsey into a side hug

Kristina:
We on the other hand always knew you had it in you. When you hit your finisher on that chair we could not help but smile as you showed the world you are a Spencer and you showed the world that a Spencer is not to be trifled with. We are super proud of you cousin

Kristina hugs her cousin harder but Kelsey does seem as happy about things as her two partners seem to be by all this. She grunts and groans as she tries to wriggle free of the tight embrace.

Kelsey:
That's great, cousin, but… at the risk of disappointing you, I didn't actually realise the chair was there when I went for that DDT…

She finally manages to break free of Kristina's hug, taking a moment to catch her breath before continuing.

Kelsey:
It was kinda all an accident.

Kristina smiles and tries to pull Kelsey into another hug but she squirms away causing Kristina to give her cousin a look.

Kristina:
We disagree cousin as we believe you knew the chair was their and you used it because you are a Spencer and we are always winners by any means available!!

Veronica nod in agreement

Veronica Chandler:
Exactly. Deep down you knew the chair was their and you finally said screw it and decided you needed to do what it took to win this tournament. I have no doubt you will continue to win your matches, However if you want me to be in your corner from now on i can promise that you will win this tournament.

Kelsey shoots Veronica sharp eye.

Kelsey:
Be in my corner? You mean like a manager? You wouldn't get involved or anything, would you? Coz I don't wanna win the tournament that way.

Veronica looks at Kristina and smirks

Veronica Chandler:
Of course not. Trust me Kelsey i’ll make sure you win this whole thing.

Kristina has an devilish look. The expression on Kelsey's face is much different and she stands with her hands on her hips, looking between the two of them as she breathes a sigh.

Kelsey:
Well… okay. I guess it couldn't hurt? And it might be kinda nice to have someone in my corner.

Veronica Chandler:
Welcome to the team.

They pull Kelsey into a group hug as we fade out

Singles Match

Kristina Spencer VS Alan Envy

This time Alan was able to make it to the ring, where he found Kristina waiting for him with dropkick before the bell even rang. Alan immediately found himself in the corner with the opponents charging in with a running elbow hitting the Lonestar right on the jaw. After kicking him down and stomping to the mat, Kristina dragged away from the corner and climbed on top, diving on him with her moonsault double knee drop known as a Wicked Good Time trying to score an early win. Alan lifted his shoulder in two. The match kept going with Kristina trying to impose her pace to the match. She sent Envy all the way across the ring with a headscissors and charged in, finding Alan ready for her. The former LCW Champion launched Spencer in the air and caught her with his patented pop up death valley driver, and just like that the tides completely turned. Envy took control, wearing Kristina down with a series of kicks to the midsection as she found herself stuck in the corner, lifting her to the top of the turnbuckle and connecting with a superplex, making the cover. The Wicked One kicked out in two.

When Spencer missed the springboard moonsault, Envy was quick to follow with a sliding lariat, but it still wasn’t enough to beat the Empress Of Darkness. Alan was quick to pick her up and landed some quick jabs, rocking the former Liberty Trials Champion and, after applying a front facelock, he lifted her, going for his gordbuster. Kristina was able to block it, twice actually. When Alan went for a third attempt, she surprised him with a cradle, almost getting the win. Alan charged in with a lariat, ducked by Krissy who quickly dropped him down with a neckbreaker. She went for another springboard moonsault, this time connecting and picking up a two count. Before Alan could even get up, Spencer hit him with a shining wizard, finding out how resilient Envy can be when he managed to kick out once more. The final part of the match saw the two contestants going back and forth, and when the Show Stealer was getting the upper hand, Spencer went for the eyes, following with a Air Crazy (springboard stunner) on the blinded opponent. With Alan down, she locked him in her crippler crossface called Extreme PMS. It took a good minute, but eventually the Lonestar tapped out.

WINNER: Kristina Spencer
BY: Submission (Extreme PMS), 8:03

The scene cuts backstage where correspondent Camari Hayre is standing by, drawing some cheers from the audience.

Camari Hayre:
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I am here with Victoria Salinas!

The audience responds with an even louder reaction when the scene pans to reveal Victoria, who looks a bit tense, but has noticeably dyed her hair back to her natural brunette color.

Camari Hayre:
A lot of your fans, those that have stood by you for so long… they expressed so much concern for you after you tweeted following last Riot that “maybe” you “didn’t have it anymore”. And yet, you’re here… you’re back… and what we’d all like to know is? How are you holding up? Are you even able to get your head back in the game here? What’s the deal?

Victoria Salinas:
I’m going to be as candid and as honest as I can be because that’s the way I’ve always been whether I’ve been loved or whether I’ve been hated. I am going to tell you exactly what was going through my head at the moment. To be perfectly blunt… losing that match to Kelsey Spencer… that was it. That did it. It was a long, slow trip down the roller coaster… but last week… it finally happened. I finally hit the bottom. Losing to Kelsey Spencer, without a shadow of a doubt… is my rock bottom and that’s not to say that she didn’t deserve that win or anything but… it had been a LONG time, almost four years in fact… since losing a match made me feel like… excuse my language… such a failure piece of shit, you know what I mean? Normally, I could shake it off and move on… but that one seriously got to me. I’m not blaming her for that… this stems from issues that were born LONG before I ever arrived here…

Camari Hayre:
Can you elaborate on that?

Victoria Salinas:
Gladly. I know a lot of people on the roster aren’t going to care too much, but… it was a combination of things. I withdrew back into the same shell that I grew up with and began my wrestling career with and slowly it kept pulling me back and pulling me down… wrestling can be a very cruel business at times… but much of it is how you deal with it. Me, personally… I have a tendency to be hard on myself when things aren’t going right. But over the last week… I realized I need to stop living in the past. Obviously… the not-so-great stuff… the embarrassment of a one-month marriage that I had… the way a lot of the locker room I was in turned me into a pariah after the fact... my mediocre tenure at the company I was at before here… among other things.

But also? The great stuff. This isn’t to say that what I’ve done in my career before coming here doesn’t matter, but I also know that I can’t be relying so much on past glory anymore. So for me, it’s a clean slate. I KNOW I can and WILL become a champion again and that I’ve got everything it takes to be so in this company… but only if I let go of things and stop being so damn hard on myself…

Camari Hayre:
So it’s almost like a clean slate, if you will and I know Nikki Knight isn’t going to give a damn about that.

Victoria Salinas:
Nikki Knight is going to be the first step up the ladder for me in this whole “return to glory” mission that I have. At the end of the day, for the last year or so, I’ve done nothing but put pressure on myself and that ends TONIGHT. I know that I’m a better wrestler when I’m NOT doing such a thing… when I relax, when I’m far less high-strung…

So starting tonight, I go back to basics and remember why the hell I am doing this to begin with. Nikki Knight isn’t going to stand in my way… nor is she going to take advantage of the fact that I’m starting at the bottom of the roller coaster again. Tonight, I start turning that roller coaster back in the upward direction and I’m going to show exactly why I’ve always been one of the most resilient, clutch performers of my generation.

Victoria walks by Camari, putting a bit of an abrupt end to the scene… but there’s no questioning her drive to put such a heartbreaking loss behind her as she looks to finally turn things around.

Singles Match

Nikki Knight VS Victoria Salinas

The elimination from the Battle For The Briefcase tournament stung, and there was a moment this past week when Victoria even doubted she still has it. Tonight it was her chance to prove it, as she took on Nikki Knight, another competitor who can’t seem to find continuity. In other words, both women had something to prove tonight, and it showed since the opening bell, when they met in the centre of the ring and went at each other with stiff right hands. When she realized she was losing the brawling contest, Knight went for a knee to the stomach that doubled Salinas over. She lifted her in a powerbomb position, calling for an early Knightfall attempt that was unsurprisingly countered by Victoria with a series of punches to the crown of the head. Nikki had to let the opponent go, and as soon as she landed on her feet in front of the fellow canadian, Vicky dropped her down with a faceslam.

The pace of the match remained quick and both competitors were already throwing their best shots at each other. Nikki connected with her Chivalry Is Dead (Damage Reflex) and followed up with a deadlift bridging german suplex, only getting a two count out of it. Victoria found her way back into the match when she slipped away from a suplex attempt and quickly dropped her down with a straightjacket neckbreaker slam, following with a handspring moonsault that brought her very close to the three. A minute later, she got another near fall after her chick kick, with Nikki just barely kicking out. The time was ripe for her to go for the win, and she did it when Knight was getting up from a devastating busaiku knee. The Canadian Knightmare was on her knees when Victoria used the ropes as a springboard to connect the facebuster she call Burning Desire and getting the final three count.

WINNER: Victoria Salinas
BY: Pinfall (Burning Desire), 7:43

Singles Match

Adam Webb VS Zafar Khan

The official signals for the bell & this first time ever match is underway! Adam Webb & Zafar Khan meet in the middle of the ring as the audience's reaction are rather confused after last week. The two men exchange words as the intensity between them continues grows. Suddenly Zafar just superkicks Adam in the crotch that drops him to the mat gasping for air. Khan looks over him proudly as the stunned referee has no other choice to end the match right then & there. The crowd immediately reacts with a roar of boos.

WINNER: Adam Webb
BY: DQ, 0:23

Zafar Khan continues to bask in the negativity as the ref takes a knee to check on the still reeling Adam Webb. Then suddenly Khan superkicks the official in the back of the head too, a move dubbed "The Carter." The crowd boos louder as Zafar rolls out of the ring & ignores them all. He has words for the staff ringside demanding a microphone, threatening more violence, & eventually he's given a mic. Zafar Khan begins speaking as he walks to the back.

Zafar Khan:
Traitors. You are all traitors!

He stands at the bottom of the ramp as the crowd grows louder.

Zafar Khan:
You all have stabbed Riot in the back and betrayed it. You marks are just to caught up in yourself to even see what you have done.

Khan takes a few steps back up the entrance ramp.

Zafar Khan:
When I signed to this brand it was built on the premise of substance over style. A foundation built upon the ideals of honor, respect, & loyalty. You will get back what you put in. That's the Riot I remember. That was my Riot. So what did I do? I sacrificed every week to make that dream of ours happen. I sacrificed my success, my own body, & even my happiness so we could all live this dream.

He pauses for a brief time half way up the ramp then continues.

Zafar Khan:
Then Millennium started this war. I was prepared to be the tip of the spear in this war against them. Then I was deemed by all of you & those in back as a liability. Just for a moment I thought they were right but then I came to the realization that Riot is already dead! You people killed it! I stand here now the only man still faithful to the identity of this brand.

Khan reaches the top of the stage & paces.

Zafar Khan:
You the faithless have decided to put on a pedestal individuals with no morality, no decency, and just don't give a damn about any of you. Why? You actually think any of them will thank you for putting them in the forefront to just win bragging rights? Riot sold out everything it had once been to just become the very thing it was standing against. Soon you all will be thanking me. Me! Me! Me! I am going to do what needs to be done to Riot. I'm going for the hard reset.

The crowd reigns down with harsh boos and yelling directed at this new attitude of his.

Zafar Khan:
This that new grind and I'm changing the world.

He tosses the microphone & a loud static sound is heard when it hits the floor. Zafar opts to not head into the back but instead walks off the stage. He is greeted oddly enough by the same looking security guards you would see surrounding Constantine Jr or other Millennium talent. Khan is flanked by these men as he makes his exit from the arena.

Singles Match
Invictus Rules

Dean Smith VS Tiny Des

This wasn’t Destiny’s first Invictus match, but it surely was the toughest one, against the champion Dean Smith himself. The Hook Shot proudly raised his title in the air, saluting the mexican fans who were chanting his name.

First Round:
Tiny Des was off to a good start, trying to implement her unorthodox style to this particular set of rules. And she successfully did it, managing to stay away from Dean’s dangerous strikes and landing a few kicks that would definitely earn her some points with the judges. That until she tried a springboard crossbody that Dean caught in mid-air. He then lifted Destiny on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position and dropped her on his knee for a gutbuster. As the opponent was still picking herself up, he took a run against the ropes and violently kicked her in the head. Even if she managed to absorb part of the blow raising her arm, Destiny seemed stunned after the vicious kick. Dean decided to strike while the iron was hot and forced her in the corner where he hit her with a series of uppercuts. The first round was almost over, but Smith wasn’t slowing down, not wanting to drag this any further. He climbed on the top rope and hit Tiny Des with his patented flying knee, blocking the clock at 4:52

WINNER: Dean Smith
BY: KO (Mean Dean), First Round; 4:52

We cut backstage to absolute pandemonium! What was supposed to be an interview segment is being thrown way off of the rails, as Chris Constantine Jr. and Devin Hearst are throwing punches into any open spot on each other they can find. Constatine has pulled the light blue Hawaiian shirt of Hearst over Hearst’s head, clubbing him in the back as Hearst sends uppercuts into Jr’s gut. Hearst takes the legs out from Jr and tackles him into the ground, giving him prime position to grab Constantine by the throat and land punch after punch into the Millenium wrestler’s face! The flurry is stopped as Constatine reaches up and digs his fingers into Hearst’s eyes!

There’s a pounding on the door behind them as we can hear Andrew Wilkow yelling from the other side, locked inside Devin’s dressing room! Constantine has used the lock to even the odds for their attack on a still-recovering Dusty Douglas.

Constantine rakes the eyes of Hearst, using the moment “The Dude” reaches up for his eyes to make a slight retreat, looking for a weapon. He finds a classic steel chair, taking a moment to level his target up before sending the chair cracking into Hearst’s spine! He brings the chair down again and again, bending it with each strike! Constantine throws the battered weapon across the hall, almost catching a few crew hands as they pass by. Hearst crawls across the floor, slumping up next to a wall and coughing in pain as Constantine finds his next weapon: A rolling equipment container. He eyes the container, then Hearst, then the container again, before aiming the extremely heavy crate at Hearst! He’s going to crush him!

Constantine starts to push, picking up speed as he runs down the hall until …

WHAM!

The locker room door crashes open as Andrew Wilkow comes barreling through, turning on a dime and absolutely decapitating Constantine with a thunderous lariat! The storage crate goes wide, smacking the wall to the side of Hearst as Wilkow ragdolls Constatine; throwing him all over the hallway like Gator in a deathroll! Hearst gets to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs. The look in his eye is not one of “Good Vibrations”, but the furious glare of the Alpha of old.

Devin Hearst:
PICK HIM UP!

Hearst storms over to the thrown chair, prying off a jagged piece of metal from the frame! Wilkow drags up a nearly unconscious Constantine up into a full-nelson, as Hearst snarls and digs the metal into Jr’s forehead! It takes no time for the blood to begin pouring down Constantine’s face, coating Devin’s hands and shirt in red. Hearst stabs at him a few more times before Wilkow drags the crimson-masked Constantine to the same storage crate as before, lifting Jr up and dropping him at an awkward angle with a full-nelson slam into the container!

Hearst climbs on top of the container, barking orders at Wilkow again to drag Jr to his feet. Hearst hooks Constantine’s head, whipping back and dropping Jr. with the Evenflow DDT, his skull bouncing off of the crate with a deep thud! Unsatisfied, Hearst rips Constantine up once more, delivering a second DDT!

After a moment, Hearst lets go, sliding off the crate and onto his feet. He stumbles, running his hands down his face, streaking Constantine’s blood across his cheeks. He stares blankly into the distance for what seems like forever, before Wilkow’s giant mitt of a hands come into frame; a pair of sunglasses for his boss in his grasp. Hearst’s dead eyes roll in his skull over to the shades, taking them with his bloody, shaking hands, before opening them up and placing them gently over his eyes. He adjusts his baby blue-turned deep red shirt …

Before his face curls back into the smug, island-chilled grin the Riot audience has grown to know and despise.

Devin Hearst:
Groovy.

The duo leave as the camera pulls in on the unmoving, bleeding frame of one Chris Constantine Jr. as the first calls for medics can be heard down the hall.

Singles Match

Devin Hearst VS Smoke

It was a pumped up Devin Hearst the one who walked out of the curtain, and the thunderous ovation that welcomed him seemed to fire him up even more. After disposing of Constantine backstage he was looking to do the same with Smoke inside the ring. But the british was never someone to take lightly, especially not after being involved in a backstage altercation that, like it or not, took something out of the former Dog Of War. The first part of the match was all Smoke’s, with the RAW Graps athlete welcoming Hearst with stiff right hands, some of them being closed fists and getting him a warning from the official. But they got the job done for him, as he had Devin against the ropes from where, after three knife edge chops, he sent him to the opposite side of the ring, running behind him and catching him with a kitchen sink as he rebounded back from the ropes. With Devin now on the floor, Smoke applied a chin lock with his knee pressing on Hearst’s spine, working on his back. Something that came in hand a couple of minutes later when he got real close to the win with the Puncture Wound (full nelson backbreaker).

Despite all the punishment he went through before and in the first part of the match,, Devin managed to weather the storm and, with his experience and class, turn the course of the match in his favor. Sure, he bent a couple of rules to do it, but nothing his opponent didn’t do already in the match. After sending Smoke on the middle rope after a drop toe hold, he placed his knee on the back of the opponent’s head and pushed down, putting pressure on his throat and neck area until the referee allowed it before starting threatening to disqualify him. Smoke rolled out of the ring to catch his breath, but Devin wasn’t giving him the chance to, following him on the apron and dragging him up to his feet. After a short brawl, the former CWC International Champion lifted the opponent and dropped him on his head with a brainbuster on the apron. Everybody in the arena, Hearst included, thought this was it. But Smoke was one tough SOB, and he still managed to raise his shoulder. Hearst seemed shocked, and this allowed his opponent to make a short-lived reaction, mostly punches out of desperation. In the end, Devin kicked him in the stomach and hit his Evenflow DDT. This time keeping Smoke down for the three.

WINNER: Devin Hearst
BY: Pinfall (Evenflow DDT), 11:06

Wolf like me hits the speakers as Eliza Valentine steps out onto the stage to a mixed reaction. As she regards the crowd a smirk rests on her lips and she begins to strut her way down the ramp. When she reaches the ring, she easily hops over the top rope and lands in the middle of the ring, looking out at the crowd once more.

Eliza Valentine:
I have been quiet, I’ve bided my time and stepped back. I watched and waited to see what each of you would do and do you know what happened? I was let down. Disappointed. Not a single one of you did what you claimed you would and stood up, not a single one of your truly wanted to be counted.
Well, that ends now. I am here to tell you that the free ride? It is OVER! Riot needs a leader it needs someone who is willing to lead the charge and Yulia? She need someone who is willing to be HER champion.
Liv, you’re nothing but a placeholder… me and you? We’re destined to dance and let me tell you, you will be crawling out of there minus a championship but having gained a valuable lesson.

Leaning her hands up, Eliza runs her fingers through her hair and chuckles softly with a lick of her lips.

Eliza Valentine:
I am here to lead. No arguments, no qualms. I am here and lead I will. So follow… or get the fuck out.

Singles Match

Eliza Valentine VS Corey Grimes

After her call to arms, Eliza stepped in the ring against the current Junior Heavyweight Champion, Corey Grimes, who kept himself away from the battle and focused on his title, with Adam Webb and now Zafar Khan gunning for it. The match turned to be an enjoyable contest since the first minutes, very quick paced and with some spectacular moves like the running shooting star press performed by Corey after he took the number one contender for the Riot championship down with a slingblade. Eliza wasn’t standing idle, determined to prove her point and embracing the role of the locker room leader she cut for herself. The former Millennium Champion countered an irish whip attempt pulling Corey in for a short arm clothesline, mounting on his chest and raining down lefts and rights to his face, showing that ruthless side that brought her on top of the company once. Corey somehow managed to roll through and switch positions, finding himself on top of EJV. Instead of returning the courtesy and using the position of advantage to punch her, Corey popped up to his feet and jumped on her chest with a double foot stomp, making the cover for a count of two.

Grimes seemed to be in great shape, determined to get back on track after the loss suffered in the tag team match one week ago. A hurricanrana driver almost gave him the win, boosting his confidence and making him wanting to go for his 450 splash. But taking high risks doesn’t always mean getting high rewards, and this was one of those cases. Eliza raised her knees making his landing extremely uncomfortable, and she immediately tried to capitalize rolling him on his shoulders. Corey kicked out in two, slowly making it back to his feet holding his ribs with an expression of pain painted on his face. Eliza showed no mercy, sending him in the corner with a dropkick to the chest. Grimes bounced back from it, staggering right into a spear from Valentine, something she possibly learned from Nora Foley. She made the cover, but there was still some fight left in the Junior Heavyweight champion who showed some fire, landing a series of strikes and completing his sequence with a roundhouse kick. Eliza was down, but not out. She raised her shoulder just in the nick of time, but when Corey went for his Flyin Grimes (springboard forearm smash) she was ready and countered it with a superkick. Wasting no time, she picked him up and hit the Mysterious Girl (Crossroads), getting yet another win and sending a clear message to Liv Mercer.

WINNER: Eliza Valentine
BY: Pinfall (Mysterious Girl), 13:20

The scene cuts to backstage where Adam Webb is walking with a slight limp. He shakes his head when he sees the cameras and wipes the sweat off his forehead with the towel that hangs on his shoulders.

Adam Webb:
So that was the new grind huh? That was Zafar Khan’s new mindset and way he does things…

Webb just shakes his head followed with a roll of the eyes.

Adam Webb:
You know what I call that so called new grind of his? Pathetic, sad and cowardly. That’s all that was. To cheat me, the fan and himself out of what could have been an amazing match. I’m not going to claim that I am better than Khan but tonight? I’m definitely the better man. You know I remember when he used to stand for something, I remember when he actually acted like he cared. Now? Now he’s acting just like any other egotistical coward in this industry.

Adam lets out a sigh and eyes up the camera again.

Adam Webb:
You know I just want to apologize to the fans for having been cheated out of what could have been a steller match. I’m sorry that Khan had to take the cowards way out and do what he did. But you know what’s best to do? Just leave it in the past and focus on my future. Corey Grimes, I want another shot at that Junior Heavyweight Championship. We put on an instant classic last time and you ended up with the win… I think this second go around? That championship is coming home with me.

Webb gives the camera a quick nod before turning down the hall and walking away.

Singles Match

Cole Gregory VS Liv Mercer

You have to believe, Liv didn’t take Eliza words lightly. As a champion, she must feel like she should be the leader of the locker room, and she most likely believes she proved it both far and wide in the over 100 days of her reign. Cole Gregory hadn’t had the best luck since losing the Invictus Championship, and tonight’s match marked a big opportunity for the Londoner, one he didn’t want to miss. He started the match off showing a rarely seen aggression, keeping the match clean and between the rules. His kicks, as precise as always, never missed their marks, whether they were the legs, the ribs or the head in the case of the spinning heel kick that took the champion down. Before Cole could capitalize on it, Oz Dalton pulled his girlfriend out of the ring, asking a perplexed referee for a time break. Obviously, the official started to count her out instead, but Gregory wasn’t going to wait, reaching her outside and falling right in one of their tricks. Oz stepped in front of Liv, shielding her and buying her a few more moments the Riot Champion used to recover and blindside Cole with a superkick after Dalton suddenly moved out of the way. After introducing her opponent to steel steps, she rolled him back in the ring as the referee’s count hit eight, making a first pinfall attempt that resulted in a two count.

Liv was in full control, tossing the opponent around with a springboard armdrag and charging at him. Cole tried to intercept her with a clothesline but the champion ducked it and jumped on the middle rope, bouncing back with a springboard armdrag. Gregory was quickly back to his feet, once again seeing Liv coming at him at full speed with a dropkick that sent him back in the corner, causing his head to bounce hard against the turnbuckle. With him stunned, Mercer went for a bridging northern lights suplex, from which, somehow, Cole kicked out. Liv wasted a few more valuable seconds arguing with the referee, giving her opponent time to recover. And Cole took full advantage of that, readying himself when she went to pick him up, catching her with a throat strike and unleashing a series of kicks and elbows, sending her against the ropes and catching on the rebound with a snap spinebuster. He allowed her to get back up only to connecting with a running knee that knocked Liv back down. Suddenly the match was in Cole’s pocket, with the former Invictus Champion getting real close to the win with another spinning heel kick. But eventually, Liv capitalized on a slight distraction and nailed him with her Stay Grounded (Inverted stomp facebreaker) that gave her the win.

WINNER: Liv Mercer
BY: Pinfall (Stay Grounded), 11:19

Aella sat on a throne in front of the camera. Yeah, a fuckin’ throne. She may have made that mother fucker out of boxes and stacked it meticulously, but it was a throne none the less, and there she sat, with her ass parked in the center of it. A burger king crown perched atop her black mane, and her shillelagh was across her lap, held loosely by her right hand. Were you getting the lack of fucks she was puttin’ out? Cause brother, that body language screamed that she didn’t care as her eyes focused on the camera lens.

Aella Foley:
QuagCup is ongoing. Riot is ongoing. I’m the tiredest wolf that you ever seen. Look at me, #RIOT viewers. I’m fucking exhausted, and if I’d ever truly needed a week off? It’d be this week, but alas, Riot gave me last week, and not this one. Millennium functions funny that way, I suppose. Giving me the week off prior, and then booking me the opening week of #QuagCup. Doesn’t matter, in the end. I’ll do what I do best, go home, and then rest. This week’s no different. I nearly took off FAUST’s fucking head in the first round, getting farther than quite a few people did, including Dustin Douglas, who’s supposed to somehow be better than me.

Waggling her brows in a bout of faux intrigue, she released a sigh soon after.

Aella Foley:
But what’s to be expected when a would be boy king, who dates his own roster, hires rapists, and puts titles around the significant others of pedophiles is trying to run things? You’re asking me by now, as several others have… Aella, why are you still here if this place bothers you so much?

Leaning forward, she shot a finger guns towards the camera, pointing right at the viewer.

Aella Foley:
You. #RIOT fan. You’re why I’m here. This place deserves a better breed of athletes. Yulia isn’t the problem. Gianluigi is. Grace van Beek is. Annie Zellor and Katie Montes are. The shitty showmans and the sexual predators are the problem, and I’m here to cleanse this place of its degeneracy and watch a new era come from the ashes of what was, because what stands now is the cancer that grew from what Chuck Matthews built. Tonight, I start with Megan Rydell, and win or lose? The first that will be started from that match will spread. I know, I know, you can already hear Knox crying that I said something about burning things down. You don’t care though.

Grinning, finally, she squeezed the handle of her shillelagh, lightly smacking her other palm with the head of it.

Aella Foley:
You care about bloodshed, about what we’re going to do to eachother to fight for the soul of this company, for the love of the fans. You care about the victory we’ll achieve, and the blood we’ll spill in search of it, in search of justice, right? You want to see force correct injustice and to right the bullshit that’s been allowed to prosper. I want to show you that. I want to give you what you want, what you need.

With that, she finally stood from her faux throne, taking off her faux crown and tossing it on the boxes before picking up a nearby gas can and… Oh no, she drenched both in the flames before tossing a match she struck off her boot’s heel. Lighting the flames that woosh’d upwards, she walked off, the camera trailing her as the cameraman panicked, trying to find help!

Singles Match

Aella Foley VS Megan Rydell

One of the most anticipated matches of the night saw Aella Foley taking on Millennium’s own Meg Rydell. A match built on the rivalry that has been creating a rift between the two rosters. The general manager of the green brand, Gianluigi Vaccaro had sent Dusty and Constantine to watch Megan’s back, but the night took a bad turn for the Millennium stars, with Chris being brutally assaulted by Devin Hearst. And with Douglas staying with his tag partner, Rydell had now no backup at ringside. This didn’t seem to faze Megan too much, with the young Rydell literally launching herself against the opponent right off the bat, catching Foley off guard and landing a few stiff punches before the Irish was able to use her bigger experience in ground wrestling to turn things in her favor, switching position and returning the courtesy. Megan rolled free, getting back to her feet and checking her lips for a possible blood loss. Realizing that everything was alright, she locked up with the opponent in the middle of the ring. The size advantage gave her some leverage on the smaller opponent, but Aella was able to slide behind Meg’s back and bringing the fight once again on the mat with a waistlock takedown, immediately transition into a front facelock. Megan tried to roll through and getting free, but Foley didn't allow it, maintaining the hold. Rydell then changed strategy and reached the nearby ropes with her foot, forcing the break. After this first part of study, the pace of the match picked up once Meg managed to use her speed to her advantage, starting a series of quick roll ups and cradles that always found the opponent attentive. One last schoolboy saw Megan rolling through instead of going for the pin and kicking Aella to the side of her head.

As the match went on, all the strategies went out of the window. It was no longer Aella trying to keep the high flier grounded, or Meg trying to surprise Foley with her quickness and spectacular moves. It became a matter of hurting the opponent, as the two fighters began hitting each other with everything they got. The referee had his fair share of work to try, with poor results, to prevent them from using closed fists, pulling hair or try gouge each other’s eyes out. This phase of chaos came to an end when Aella restored some order, taking Meg down with a Uchi Mata, a hip throw pretty common in Judo, discipline the young Foley has perfected. She now started targeting Megan’s right leg with stomps and submissions, twisting her leg and trying to hyperextend her knee. Pushing through the pain, Rydell reached the ropes and pulled herself up. She tried to build some momentum, but the leg was clearly starting to bother her, limiting her speed. Nonetheless she took Aella down with a slingblade, following with a crescent kick as the northern Irish got up to her feet. This may have not been the best idea Meg ever had, since the impact hurt her almost as much as it hurt her opponent. Slowly, limping on the injured leg, Megan climbed to the top rope, ready to jump with her Fly-Dell (Phoenix Splash). By the time she ascended and got in position, Aella recovered and clubbed her back. Megan grabbed the ropes, preventing a disastrous fall to the outside. Aella hit her once again, climbing on the turnbuckle as well and locking her arms around her waist, trying a super german suplex. Megan fought back and, with a couple of elbow shots to the side of the head, dropped Foley flat on her back. She then decided to go for a moonsault, landing on her feet when Aella rolled out of the way. The knee failed her, and gave the Godkiller the opening she exploited to lock her in the Kingslayer (Rolling Kneebar). Too much pain for Meg to handle, and she had no choice but to tap out.

WINNER: Aella Foley
BY: Submission (Kingslayer), 14:23

As the camera cuts backstage, we spot Rebecca Saint, already dressed in her ring gear, talking with her General Manager Gianluigi Vaccaro who, just like he said on twitter, paid visit to the orange show. Unfortunately, we're moments too late to catch what they discussed, and the only thing we can see is Gian extending his hand to the Lockdown Champion and wish her good luck. Rebecca shakes his hand and nods, placing her title on her left shoulder and joining her tag team partner Kelsey Spencer who was waiting for her a few steps away. The Uncanny Socialites then walk away. The match is set to start in a couple of minutes, and the mexican fans are already chanting their names in anticipation, eager to see the multi time tag team champions back in action as a team.

Tag Team Match

Rebecca Saint & Kelsey Spencer VS Melissa Reeves & Jason Hawk

It’s been months since Kelsey Spencer and Rebecca Saint took separate ways to pursue their singles careers. Becky won the Lockdown Championship while Kelsey, had worse luck coming short on her attempts at the Junior Heavyweight Championship and the Riot Championship. But tonight, the Uncanny Socialites are back as a tag team, facing the unlikely team of Melissa Reeves and Jason Hawk, the other two semifinalists of the Battle For The Briefcase tournament. Kelsey was the one starting things off for her team, while in the other corner, after a bit of an argument, Melissa gave up and throwing her hands in the air she let her partner starting the match. Definitely not a good way to start, although the two of them not being on the same page was to be expected. A look at the two competitors in the ring and it was clear to everyone how this was going to be a quick paced, spectacular match. Kelsey started with a series of arm drags, three to be precise. After the third, she went for an irish whip, countered by Hawk who sent the blue haired girl in the corner, following with a splash, Spencer moved out of the way leaving between the ropes and hitting him with an enziguri from the apron, jumping back in the ring with a springboard crossbody for a two count. She then made the tag to Rebecca, who jumped on Jason with a slingshot senton, obtaining a second near fall.

Even after a few months, the chemistry between the US seemed untouched. The strategy that made them one of the most successful tag teams of the past years was still working great, cutting the ring in half with quick tags and performing combined moves such as the Candy Coated Fury (series of alternated chops) and the Saint-Hearted Socialites Edition (Rebecca’s discus elbow into a straight jacket suplex from Kelsey). This last move required the intervention of Melissa Reeves to keep the match alive. It wasn’t until the Australian entered the ring, after Hawk connected his ZUUUUUUUMA! on Kelsey that the things started turning in their team’s favor. Mel immediately went after Rebecca, knocking her off the apron with a forearm shot. She then turned around and kicked Kelsey in the midsection, following with a rising kick, a couple of forearms to the jaw, a spinning backfist and eventually a roundhouse kick, knocking down the socialite. The former Liberty Pro Champion went high risk with the Death From Above, landing on the opponent and getting real close to the win.

She tried to work with her partner, but the chemistry just wasn’t there. A miscommunication between the two allowed Kelsey to reach her corner and make the tag to Rebecca, who charged Hawk who was now the legal man and hit him with a kicking combination, finishing it with a roundhouse to knock him down. She made the cover after a standing moonsault for a two count. As he got back up to his feet, Saint sent him in the corner with a dropkick, and Mel took the chance to tag herself in, something Jason didn’t take well. The two argued but eventually Reeves entered the ring, immediately ducking a lariat from Rebecca and lifting her on her shoulders with a Reaver Slam (Olympic Slam). Feeling the momentum shifting in her favor, Mel stayed on the attack, picking the opponent up and after a series of kicks, she planted her on her head with a cradle ddt. The cover only gave her a two count. Rebecca found the strength to react, sending the opponent stumbling backward with a sitout jawbreaker. Hawk made the tag to a surprised Reeves. Another short argument between the two followed, interrupted by a dropkick from Rebecca that sent Reeves out of the ring. Jason picked her up and landed a couple uppercuts, sending her in the corner and charging in with a double knee. Grabbing her by the back of her head, he slammed her face on the mat with a bulldog, making the cover after the Over The Moonsault (back handspring moonsault). Rebecca kicked out in two. Jason got cocky and seemed to be toying with Saint, mocking the Lockdown Champion and the fans cheering for her. When he set her up for his spinning impaler, taking his sweet time to smirk at Kelsey standing on the apron, Rebecca countered it with a sudden backslide, keeping him down for the three count.

WINNER: The Uncanny Socialites
BY: Pinfall (Backslide pin), 17:25

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