Post by gvb on Jun 15, 2019 4:24:10 GMT -6
Viva la Revolucion Tour
Millennium XL
Live from Arena Monterrey in Monterrey, NLE
Wednesday, June 12th, 2019
Singles Match
Saki VS Honey B. MeadowsThe fan favorite, the young rookie Honey B walked to the ring with that big smile on her face, spreading positivity to the Monterrey fans. Waiting for her inside the ring was the former Empire Extreme Champion Saki, her usual creepy smile printed on her face. The match started and the two competitors started circling around. Honey took the Kawaii Deathmachine down with an arm drag, keeping a hold of her wrist and bending it, hyperextending her elbow and showing an impressive ground technique. Submissions had never been Saki’s strongest suit, and the Singapore Mauler was struggling to get away from Honey’s grasp. When young rookie managed to lock her in a fujiwara armbar, Saki was able to roll over, pinning her shoulders to the mat and forcing Honey to let go to kick out. As the two competitors made it back to their feet, Meadows charged in but Saki stopped her with a kick to the stomach. With her right arm quite unusable, the Kawaii Deathmachine relied more on her kicks, hitting the young rookie with stiff shots to the sides and ribs, finishing her with a devastating roundhouse kick. She dropped down to make a cover, only getting a two. As the match went on, Saki appeared to be in bigger difficulty than you would expect before the match. Honey was fighting smartly, making up for the minor experience with a solid plan that was working to perfection, targeting that right arm and forcing the usually reckless Saki to play in defense. Taking the former champion down with a hip toss, Honey then jumped on that same arm with a legdrop, twisting it once again for another submission attempt. Saki was quick to reach the nearby ropes, using them to pull herself up when Honey granted her a clean break. Feeling the momentum in her favor, the young hippy once again charged at the opponent, falling outside the ring when Saki ducked and lowered the top rope. The former Extreme Champion wasted no time to launch herself on the opponent with a suicide dive, bringing the fight close to the announcer’s table. Finally in her element, Saki showed all her mean streak, exploiting the environment to turn things around. First thing, she slammed Honey’s face on the table, whipping her against the ring post right after. There, she landed a few chops across the chest before laying her on the apron with her head hanging outside and ran to her, connecting with her kne to the side of the young girl’s head. Entering the ring every now and then just to break the referee’s count, Saki was now fully in control. She even landed a piledriver on the outside and rolled Honey back inside the ring, climbing on the top rope ready to put her away with the Cotton Candy Death Kiss. Honey dodged the meteora, and quickly connected with a superkick to the kneeling opponent, getting this close to the win. Despite not getting the win, this gave the rookie a huge boost of confidence, and HoneyBee started building momentum once again. But eventually, she got caught by the fomrer champion who hit the Ripcord Headbutt dubbed Farfegnugen and picked up the win. WINNER: Saki BY: Pinfall (Farfegnugen), 6:13 |
Duke making his entrance being an asshole to the fans. He gets a mic and looks around the place, booed out the building before he can even start. It could be the TRUMP 2020 shirt, or the black ballcap with the American Flag on the front. After several seconds of booing by the fans Duke finally starts talking
Duke Andrews:
I never thought I’d say this but I miss wrestling in that frozen garbage country of Canada. Why can’t we actually get to work at home??
More of the hate from the fans. It makes Duke feel warm and tingly inside
Duke Andrews:
Yeah, alright. Go ahead. Cause every minute you degenerate, American wannabes delay me with your ignorant booing, is another brick that I will personally lay in The Great Wall to keep you away.
Massive boos then. And as the crowd boos Duke just makes motions like laying bricks in a wall. Eventually it dies down enough for him to speak
Duke Andrews:
‘Bout time. Now listen up cause I don’t want to spend a minute more than I have to in front of you. Tonight I will become the Lockdown champion when I face off against Rebecca Saint..Sup sweetcheeks...and whatever the hell her latest partner’s name is. It’s said to be a triple threat, but we all know what’s really going to go down. Those two are just going to team up to get their hands on me, not that I blame them at all ‘cause...well...look at me!
Duke gestures towards himself to be admired, but the fans instead of ooh’n an ahh’n rain down more boos. He makes a face before continuing
Duke Andrews:
Ah what do you people know about good looks anyway! Anyway, you’d think that having myself a chance to add another piece of gold around my waist would be the only thing on my mind. Right? Wrong!
Duke shakes his head as he leans against the ropes, arms crossed as he stares into the hard camera.
Duke Andrews:
While it should be THE one thing on my mind, I’m constantly badgered on Twitter by my personal Stan and the group of misfit toys that still like him. Well I’m getting more than a little bit sick and tired of his cries for my attention. You’d think after what I did the last time that’d be lesson learned. No such luck. Still he plagues my every waking moment. But then again he is from Tennessee and they’re grown there dumber than you all look. Ha ha ha!
The crowd is not impressed with the comedy stylings of Andrews here. Indeed he’s getting more than a fair share of boos here. But all of a sudden those jeers become cheers as “Kryptonite” by 3 Doors Down hits over the speakers. Duke, looking towards the hard camera, just gets a real sour puss look upon his face. He slowly turns towards the entrance way to await the impending arrival of bitter rival Christian Michaels.
Within moments here comes Christian indeed! The fans cheering loudly for the Tennessean’s arrival on the scene. He plays up to their reaction, all to the chagrin of Duke Andrews in the ring.
Jared Idol:
Ohhh boy! Here comes Christian Michaels and I got a feeling he’s got something to say about what Duke Andrews is saying.
Bea Torres:
Yes, I’m sure he will, but sooner or later he’s got to understand it’s a hazard to his health interrupting Duke.
Jared Idol:
There’s no denying things haven’t always gone Christian’s way as far as things are concerned with Andrews. Ladies and gentlemen so far these former friends have faced off in two one on one matches since their falling out early in the year. The first was won by Michaels, altho that victory was via a disqualification. The second time was last month here in Millennium where Andrews inflicted so much damage in an “I-Quit” match that Christian’s wife; Kelsey Spencer, had to throw the towel in for him.
Bea Torres:
As I just said, he should have learned his lesson about this kind of thing.
The music has finally cut off and the lights have come back to normal. The fans are still making plenty of noise for Michaels. He retrieves a mic from the back pocket of his jeans. Christian raises it close to his face while standing at the top of the entrance way looking at his former friend. With his right arm stretched towards the ring, CM finally speaks
Christian Michaels:
Well imagine that, I’m sitting back there in the back, going through my final checkups to get cleared to return to the ring…..
A nice pop for the announcement that CM is almost totally cleared to return.
Christian Michaels:
And guess what sound assaulted my ears. Anybody? Well lemme go ahead an tell ya what vile, horrible thing assaulted my ears; it was this jackass standing out here bumpin his gums together…. as he always does… .about yours truly!
Christian shakes his head. Duke interjects his opinion here.
Duke Andrews:
SEE! Do you idiots see what I mean?! I’m out here speaking on my scheduled time, and then here comes this self-promoting asshole stalking me and everything I say!
Christian Michaels:
Well there ya go folks, Duke Andrews never letting a lil thing called the truth get in the way of his stories. But don’t none of yawl worry ya pretty lil heads cause the ole Southern Heartthrob is here for ya! See folks Duke wants to sell ya his load of crap like a crooked politician. He only wants ya to listen to HIS version of the story. That’s why he’s out here week after week spittin all over that mic like Daffy Duck…..It’s why he’s taking a break from his premium Pornhub account to whine all over Twitter that I’m “Stan’ing” him.
Christian looks at the camera aimed at him and gives a “WTH?!” look.
Christian Michaels:
Looking past the fact that Duke’s out there making a verb outta a name, I’m here to tell yawl and especially HIM!...
He points right at Duke.
Christian Michaels:
How full of donkey crap that whole narrative is! Cause yawl that’ve been following our saga all this year know that it was not ya boy Christian Michaels that stabbed his friend in the back.
Once again CM shook his head.
Christian Michaels:
And Duke you can stand there lying through your teeth all day and night long, but ya know good and well that it wasn’t for any of the BS reasons you’ve told us all. Naw. Nuh uh! The fact of the matter is that you attacked me all them months ago because you’re an addict. An addict to the spotlight shining down on you! When we won those Triad championships in Hybrid, becoming the very FIRST holders of what we three made into a very prestigious championship, that spotlight started shining back on ya. Felt good too, didn’t it? Yeah I know it did, cause it damned sure felt good on me. Just like that you were hooked again, fiening for your next bit of spotlight. And then the night we lost those titles, you snapped Duke. You felt the spotlight shifting off you and onto somebody else. It was in that moment that your addiction took complete control and you knocked me senseless! Oh yeah, ya certainly did.
He nods.
Christian Michaels:
Right then it should’ve been a wakeup call for me Duke. But I’ve been so blinded by my rage and quest for retribution that I didn’t see it until recently. It wasn’t until I was sitting home contemplating my future what you’d become. Though I did start to see it all Duke. Funny enough as the literal fog cleared from my head so did the fog that’d blinded me to the addict you’d become. I begun to understand why you did the things you did; constantly stalking my social media lookin for an excuse to jump in and say something…. picking fights with my wife, daughter, my friends like Cheesecake and Rebecca…. forming a partnership with Robbie Bourbon only to turn on him, too, weeks later…. all the other fights you’ve been picking…. And finally turning your back on Simon too!
The last act of treason by Duke having happened in Hybrid several weeks back. It was pretty much the proverbial straw breaking the camel’s back. Through everything Simon McMillion, who we all know as Javen, had tried to maintain his friendship with Andrews. CM paces the entrance way. He looks back up from collecting his thoughts.
Christian Michaels:
Duke you crave the spotlight? You need it you silly sumbitch? Well I’m about to come down there and give ya all the damn spotlight you can handle!
Duke Andrews:
Whoa whoa whoa! Security! SECURITY! Stop that man!
Just as Christian started marching his way down the aisle, there was a flood of security that rushed out from the back. They bypassed Michales and took a stance between he and the ring. CM chuckled as he looked at the 12 men wearing black security shirts.
Christian Michaels:
Really Duke? Really, this is the kind of chump you are now?
Duke Andrews:
Just stop right there. You think that I’m going to be as stupid as you are, and just wait to watch your crippled ass walk down to this ring? To be frank, I have much better things to do with my time. But before you get too far ahead of yourself, make sure that you did say ONE thing that was truthful. I do love the spotlight. It was the one thing I wanted when I got in this business. But you never allowed that. In my own GOD DAMN city, in my backyard you couldn’t let the new kid have the light. Then in Carolina you again pushed your way around me. You did this years ago, and when I broke your ass, and your little wife had to step in and end the match before I made you scrambled eggs for the rest of your life, you should’ve known where this all started. But hey, jackass, you want one more go around? You want one more time in that ring where I kick your ass from here to the other side of the moon? I’ll give it to you. All because I’m about giving back. I enjoy helping the less fortunate. Hell, Gab needs to go to college, so I’ll give you one more chance to make a dollar off my name.
Christian rubs his chin, contemplating the challenge just laid down by Duke. Was one more match something that he was up to? So soon after coming off the injured list? The crowd was cheering for it. They want to see Duke Andrews and Christian Michaels settle this blood feud once and for all
Christian Michaels:
Alright you wanna dance one more time? Whatsamattah Duke? Gotten a lil tired of coasting off that last match? I mean as much as you crowed about it to everybody with a workin set of ears and-or eyes, the fact of the matter was that you just couldn’t break *ME*.
Michaels held up a single finger to shush any retort
Christian Michaels:
Before ya say anything, there’s no doubt that you broke my body down to a place I’d never been before! I can’t deny ya that one Duke. I never would, because as much as I hate you…. And trust me I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire… I will never deny how damned great of a performer you are between those ropes. But for every bit as good as you are? Ya just couldn’t make me utter those two lil words could ya?
A smug look flowing over the face of Christian Michaels. Duke? He looked less than thrilled.
Duke Andrews:
You gonna take the damn match or not Michaels?!
Christian Michaels:
Alright. Yeah! I’ll face you one more time to settle this thing for good! But understand this Duke, that no matter who wins this match? It’s over and done with it! You and I have wasted half a year of our lives to this feud. We ain’t gettin any younger and the business waits on no man. So after this one last match you’re outta my hair, Kelsey’s hair, Cheesecake’s hair, Rebecca’s hair, and everyone else associated with me’s hair unless they start something with you or it’s a match. Whatta ya say? Deal, or no deal?
Duke Andrews:
Y’know what, Stan, you’ve got yourself a little deal. You get to get what you want. You get the last dollar you’ll ever make because when we get in that ring, it’s going to be in the one way your little wife can’t save you from. It’ll be inside that old….
Duke pauses mid sentence as he stops his pacing in the ring.
Duke Andrews:
You remember how back before cage matches started happening in oversized dog pens, they used to be in something that was more punishing? Hmm? Come on I know you’re old broke down ass remembers what I’m talking about.
The realization of the type of match Duke is about to choose seems to be setting in on Michaels. There’s a hint of concern in his expression. Back in the ring the native of Michigan flashes a wicked, sinister grin.
Duke Andrews:
You got it. We’re going to dust off that old, brutally punishing blue-barred steel cage. I don’t want to simply rend your flesh from the bone this time Christian, I want to crush and break your bones! To be honest I get off on making you hurt for the ways you tried to hurt my career once upon a time. So here’s the challenge Michaels, you and me, in the cage. But hey to show you how nice I am, I ain’t gonna make you sign a waiver either. Not tonight at least.
Duke shakes his head.
Duke Andrews:
I’m going to let you sit and think about it, especially after you watch what happens tonight in my championship match. You can think about all the ways I’ll punish you inside that old structure. And then if you’ve still got the balls come match time at the pay per view? Then you sign the waiver and I read myself of you once and for all!
One more wicked smile.
Duke Andrews:
Now you go back there and watch the rest of tonight’s show like a good hasbeen. Because once I’m done with Rebecca and her partner tonight I’m getting out of this hellhole and heading back to Grand Rapids, gotta find the scrap yard Becca tossed your tomb into.
Duke Andrews:
I never thought I’d say this but I miss wrestling in that frozen garbage country of Canada. Why can’t we actually get to work at home??
More of the hate from the fans. It makes Duke feel warm and tingly inside
Duke Andrews:
Yeah, alright. Go ahead. Cause every minute you degenerate, American wannabes delay me with your ignorant booing, is another brick that I will personally lay in The Great Wall to keep you away.
Massive boos then. And as the crowd boos Duke just makes motions like laying bricks in a wall. Eventually it dies down enough for him to speak
Duke Andrews:
‘Bout time. Now listen up cause I don’t want to spend a minute more than I have to in front of you. Tonight I will become the Lockdown champion when I face off against Rebecca Saint..Sup sweetcheeks...and whatever the hell her latest partner’s name is. It’s said to be a triple threat, but we all know what’s really going to go down. Those two are just going to team up to get their hands on me, not that I blame them at all ‘cause...well...look at me!
Duke gestures towards himself to be admired, but the fans instead of ooh’n an ahh’n rain down more boos. He makes a face before continuing
Duke Andrews:
Ah what do you people know about good looks anyway! Anyway, you’d think that having myself a chance to add another piece of gold around my waist would be the only thing on my mind. Right? Wrong!
Duke shakes his head as he leans against the ropes, arms crossed as he stares into the hard camera.
Duke Andrews:
While it should be THE one thing on my mind, I’m constantly badgered on Twitter by my personal Stan and the group of misfit toys that still like him. Well I’m getting more than a little bit sick and tired of his cries for my attention. You’d think after what I did the last time that’d be lesson learned. No such luck. Still he plagues my every waking moment. But then again he is from Tennessee and they’re grown there dumber than you all look. Ha ha ha!
The crowd is not impressed with the comedy stylings of Andrews here. Indeed he’s getting more than a fair share of boos here. But all of a sudden those jeers become cheers as “Kryptonite” by 3 Doors Down hits over the speakers. Duke, looking towards the hard camera, just gets a real sour puss look upon his face. He slowly turns towards the entrance way to await the impending arrival of bitter rival Christian Michaels.
Within moments here comes Christian indeed! The fans cheering loudly for the Tennessean’s arrival on the scene. He plays up to their reaction, all to the chagrin of Duke Andrews in the ring.
Jared Idol:
Ohhh boy! Here comes Christian Michaels and I got a feeling he’s got something to say about what Duke Andrews is saying.
Bea Torres:
Yes, I’m sure he will, but sooner or later he’s got to understand it’s a hazard to his health interrupting Duke.
Jared Idol:
There’s no denying things haven’t always gone Christian’s way as far as things are concerned with Andrews. Ladies and gentlemen so far these former friends have faced off in two one on one matches since their falling out early in the year. The first was won by Michaels, altho that victory was via a disqualification. The second time was last month here in Millennium where Andrews inflicted so much damage in an “I-Quit” match that Christian’s wife; Kelsey Spencer, had to throw the towel in for him.
Bea Torres:
As I just said, he should have learned his lesson about this kind of thing.
The music has finally cut off and the lights have come back to normal. The fans are still making plenty of noise for Michaels. He retrieves a mic from the back pocket of his jeans. Christian raises it close to his face while standing at the top of the entrance way looking at his former friend. With his right arm stretched towards the ring, CM finally speaks
Christian Michaels:
Well imagine that, I’m sitting back there in the back, going through my final checkups to get cleared to return to the ring…..
A nice pop for the announcement that CM is almost totally cleared to return.
Christian Michaels:
And guess what sound assaulted my ears. Anybody? Well lemme go ahead an tell ya what vile, horrible thing assaulted my ears; it was this jackass standing out here bumpin his gums together…. as he always does… .about yours truly!
Christian shakes his head. Duke interjects his opinion here.
Duke Andrews:
SEE! Do you idiots see what I mean?! I’m out here speaking on my scheduled time, and then here comes this self-promoting asshole stalking me and everything I say!
Christian Michaels:
Well there ya go folks, Duke Andrews never letting a lil thing called the truth get in the way of his stories. But don’t none of yawl worry ya pretty lil heads cause the ole Southern Heartthrob is here for ya! See folks Duke wants to sell ya his load of crap like a crooked politician. He only wants ya to listen to HIS version of the story. That’s why he’s out here week after week spittin all over that mic like Daffy Duck…..It’s why he’s taking a break from his premium Pornhub account to whine all over Twitter that I’m “Stan’ing” him.
Christian looks at the camera aimed at him and gives a “WTH?!” look.
Christian Michaels:
Looking past the fact that Duke’s out there making a verb outta a name, I’m here to tell yawl and especially HIM!...
He points right at Duke.
Christian Michaels:
How full of donkey crap that whole narrative is! Cause yawl that’ve been following our saga all this year know that it was not ya boy Christian Michaels that stabbed his friend in the back.
Once again CM shook his head.
Christian Michaels:
And Duke you can stand there lying through your teeth all day and night long, but ya know good and well that it wasn’t for any of the BS reasons you’ve told us all. Naw. Nuh uh! The fact of the matter is that you attacked me all them months ago because you’re an addict. An addict to the spotlight shining down on you! When we won those Triad championships in Hybrid, becoming the very FIRST holders of what we three made into a very prestigious championship, that spotlight started shining back on ya. Felt good too, didn’t it? Yeah I know it did, cause it damned sure felt good on me. Just like that you were hooked again, fiening for your next bit of spotlight. And then the night we lost those titles, you snapped Duke. You felt the spotlight shifting off you and onto somebody else. It was in that moment that your addiction took complete control and you knocked me senseless! Oh yeah, ya certainly did.
He nods.
Christian Michaels:
Right then it should’ve been a wakeup call for me Duke. But I’ve been so blinded by my rage and quest for retribution that I didn’t see it until recently. It wasn’t until I was sitting home contemplating my future what you’d become. Though I did start to see it all Duke. Funny enough as the literal fog cleared from my head so did the fog that’d blinded me to the addict you’d become. I begun to understand why you did the things you did; constantly stalking my social media lookin for an excuse to jump in and say something…. picking fights with my wife, daughter, my friends like Cheesecake and Rebecca…. forming a partnership with Robbie Bourbon only to turn on him, too, weeks later…. all the other fights you’ve been picking…. And finally turning your back on Simon too!
The last act of treason by Duke having happened in Hybrid several weeks back. It was pretty much the proverbial straw breaking the camel’s back. Through everything Simon McMillion, who we all know as Javen, had tried to maintain his friendship with Andrews. CM paces the entrance way. He looks back up from collecting his thoughts.
Christian Michaels:
Duke you crave the spotlight? You need it you silly sumbitch? Well I’m about to come down there and give ya all the damn spotlight you can handle!
Duke Andrews:
Whoa whoa whoa! Security! SECURITY! Stop that man!
Just as Christian started marching his way down the aisle, there was a flood of security that rushed out from the back. They bypassed Michales and took a stance between he and the ring. CM chuckled as he looked at the 12 men wearing black security shirts.
Christian Michaels:
Really Duke? Really, this is the kind of chump you are now?
Duke Andrews:
Just stop right there. You think that I’m going to be as stupid as you are, and just wait to watch your crippled ass walk down to this ring? To be frank, I have much better things to do with my time. But before you get too far ahead of yourself, make sure that you did say ONE thing that was truthful. I do love the spotlight. It was the one thing I wanted when I got in this business. But you never allowed that. In my own GOD DAMN city, in my backyard you couldn’t let the new kid have the light. Then in Carolina you again pushed your way around me. You did this years ago, and when I broke your ass, and your little wife had to step in and end the match before I made you scrambled eggs for the rest of your life, you should’ve known where this all started. But hey, jackass, you want one more go around? You want one more time in that ring where I kick your ass from here to the other side of the moon? I’ll give it to you. All because I’m about giving back. I enjoy helping the less fortunate. Hell, Gab needs to go to college, so I’ll give you one more chance to make a dollar off my name.
Christian rubs his chin, contemplating the challenge just laid down by Duke. Was one more match something that he was up to? So soon after coming off the injured list? The crowd was cheering for it. They want to see Duke Andrews and Christian Michaels settle this blood feud once and for all
Christian Michaels:
Alright you wanna dance one more time? Whatsamattah Duke? Gotten a lil tired of coasting off that last match? I mean as much as you crowed about it to everybody with a workin set of ears and-or eyes, the fact of the matter was that you just couldn’t break *ME*.
Michaels held up a single finger to shush any retort
Christian Michaels:
Before ya say anything, there’s no doubt that you broke my body down to a place I’d never been before! I can’t deny ya that one Duke. I never would, because as much as I hate you…. And trust me I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire… I will never deny how damned great of a performer you are between those ropes. But for every bit as good as you are? Ya just couldn’t make me utter those two lil words could ya?
A smug look flowing over the face of Christian Michaels. Duke? He looked less than thrilled.
Duke Andrews:
You gonna take the damn match or not Michaels?!
Christian Michaels:
Alright. Yeah! I’ll face you one more time to settle this thing for good! But understand this Duke, that no matter who wins this match? It’s over and done with it! You and I have wasted half a year of our lives to this feud. We ain’t gettin any younger and the business waits on no man. So after this one last match you’re outta my hair, Kelsey’s hair, Cheesecake’s hair, Rebecca’s hair, and everyone else associated with me’s hair unless they start something with you or it’s a match. Whatta ya say? Deal, or no deal?
Duke Andrews:
Y’know what, Stan, you’ve got yourself a little deal. You get to get what you want. You get the last dollar you’ll ever make because when we get in that ring, it’s going to be in the one way your little wife can’t save you from. It’ll be inside that old….
Duke pauses mid sentence as he stops his pacing in the ring.
Duke Andrews:
You remember how back before cage matches started happening in oversized dog pens, they used to be in something that was more punishing? Hmm? Come on I know you’re old broke down ass remembers what I’m talking about.
The realization of the type of match Duke is about to choose seems to be setting in on Michaels. There’s a hint of concern in his expression. Back in the ring the native of Michigan flashes a wicked, sinister grin.
Duke Andrews:
You got it. We’re going to dust off that old, brutally punishing blue-barred steel cage. I don’t want to simply rend your flesh from the bone this time Christian, I want to crush and break your bones! To be honest I get off on making you hurt for the ways you tried to hurt my career once upon a time. So here’s the challenge Michaels, you and me, in the cage. But hey to show you how nice I am, I ain’t gonna make you sign a waiver either. Not tonight at least.
Duke shakes his head.
Duke Andrews:
I’m going to let you sit and think about it, especially after you watch what happens tonight in my championship match. You can think about all the ways I’ll punish you inside that old structure. And then if you’ve still got the balls come match time at the pay per view? Then you sign the waiver and I read myself of you once and for all!
One more wicked smile.
Duke Andrews:
Now you go back there and watch the rest of tonight’s show like a good hasbeen. Because once I’m done with Rebecca and her partner tonight I’m getting out of this hellhole and heading back to Grand Rapids, gotta find the scrap yard Becca tossed your tomb into.
Singles Match
Cheesecake VS The ManicThe match between the Manic and Cheesecake, accompanied to the ring respectively by The Misery and Big Barv, started off with a good old brawl. The history between them is well documented, and it has been dragging for months. The Manic was the one scoring the pinfall on Ophelia during the tag match at The Great White North and tonight in Monterrey, ten days from the Viva La Revolucion PPV, Cheesecake had her shot at retribution. And she immediately launched herself on the offense, sending the Manic against the corner with a shotgun dropkick right off the bat. Jumping back on her feet with a kip up, she then charged at full speed and leaped, connecting with her knees to the face, or rather the mask, of her opponent. WIth the opponent down, Cheesecake climbed on the top rope looking to end this quickly with the Star In The Night, but before she could jump, The Misery pulled her partner out of the ring. Heavy boos rained down on the man in black, but he shrugged them off, focusing his attention on The Manic and giving her advice. He never saw Cheesecake jumping down from the turnbuckle and taking a run at the ropes, jumping over the top one and landing on them with a Tope Con Hilo. When the fight went back into the ring, Cheesecake was fully in control Despite her young age, she was far more experienced than the opponent, who just started wrestling.a month ago. Ophelia connected a snap suplex, following with a springboard moonsault and hooking the leg for a two count. Cheesecake picked her up and hit her with a right forearm, The Manic went for a thumb to the eye that earned her the compliments of The Misery and rolled up the daughter of the late Trip Johnson, grabbing a handful of trunks trying to steal the win. Cheesecake protested with the referee, pleading her case. And while the referee explained her that he couldn’t see the irregularity. Manic took advantage of the distraction and kicked her in the stomach, dropping her on the head, obtaining another two count. The pace of the match picked up once again, and this favored Cheesecake who used her speed and agility to connect with a springboard dropkick, catching the opponent right on the mush. Dragging her back to her feet, she set her up for the Sweet Treat (elevated ddt), dropping her on her head. This would have been enough to put The Manic away if The Misery didn’t rest her foot on the bottom rope. Only Big Barv noticed it and went to The Misery’s face to tell him something. Or, more likely, he stared at him. The tension between them was rising, and it looked like they were about to get physical at any moment. As everyone’s attention was turned on the situation developing outside, Pinhead joined the party, stepping over the barricade and heading to the ring. He was already in the ring when Cheesecake turned around and noticed the behemoth approaching her. The referee tried to stop him but he got shoved away by the big man. Pinhead kept marching toward Cheesecake, who assumed a fighting stance, ready to give the behemoth a run for his money. Welcomed by huge cheers, Heath Williams rushed down the ramp, and slid inside the ring, charging at Pinhead and hitting him with lefts and rights. All hell broke loose, Big Barv and The Misery started fighting outside, Ophelia jumped on Pinhead’s back and started punching his head, while Heath was kicking him in the ribs. The referee called for the bell, hoping this would stop the madness. But it didn’t work, and the six wrestler kept fighting until security rushed down. WINNER: // BY: No Contest, 9:12 |
The cameras cut to backstage, where the Cloud Gate Champion Tiff Rollins is seen warming up for her upcoming match against Kymmy Oliver. She looks as determined as ever, but a glimpse of nervousness can be caught in her demeanor; she clearly has other concerns beyond tonight's match. As she takes a moment to catch her breath, however, she is joined by a familiar face.
Brytain Rollins, Tiff's adoptive mother, has a match of her own later alongside her sister Lucie Callaway. Seeing her adoptive mother walk into the scene, Tiff has a mixed reaction; on one hand she's happy to be on the same card as her childhood hero, but on the other she's slightly embarrassed by her mother's presence during her pre-match preparations, as most teenage girls would.
Brytain Rollins:
Hey kiddo...
Tiffany acknowledges her and nods as takes a moment of rest.
Brytain Rollins:
Fancy meeting you here.
The words were teasing.
Brytain Rollins:
Seriously, though. Don’t worry about this bitch. The harder they run their mouths the worse they are at taking a hit. Besides, you’re stronger than her any fuckin’ day.
It's not that Tiff doesn't accept the compliment; she acknowledges it at least, but clearly this isn't her only concern.
Tiff Rollins:
Thanks Bryt...I mean...mom...
She's still not used to calling her mentor her mother. It's still all so surreal to her...
Tiff Rollins:
Kym's a bitch. She can run her mouth all she wants, but she really needs to bring her best against me. But...
Brytain Rollins:
But what?
The tone changes slightly. The nervousness finally overtakes the intensity.
Tiff Rollins:
...but she's not my biggest concern. Vince Moretti's been blabbering on about my next challenger...he's already beaten me once...I know what he can do...I've been training so hard for this match...it's just......just......
Brytain Rollins:
Its just nothin’, kiddo. You are a Rollins, my love. You have been a Rollins from the day you were born and you continue to be a Rollins officially in and out of the ring. You’re a fucking monster because you belong to a family of monsters and he should be pissing himself at the thought of stepping into the ring with you. The fact that he isn’t doesn’t mean that he’s better than you it means that he’s a fucking idiot.
Brytain lifted Tiff’s chin to look her in the eyes.
Brytain Rollins:
You have zero to be afraid of. This title is yours through blood and sweat and sheer force of will. And when they look past you and underestimate you, you drag them down to your level and you show them why they were wrong.
She plants a kiss on top of Tiff’s head.
Brytain Rollins:
I’ve gotta go make sure Luce is ready. I love you kiddo and I’m already so, so proud of you.
With that, she leaves Tiff to finish getting ready. Tiff's embarrassment has been lifted, and her confidence seems to resurface as the camera fades to the next scene.
Brytain Rollins, Tiff's adoptive mother, has a match of her own later alongside her sister Lucie Callaway. Seeing her adoptive mother walk into the scene, Tiff has a mixed reaction; on one hand she's happy to be on the same card as her childhood hero, but on the other she's slightly embarrassed by her mother's presence during her pre-match preparations, as most teenage girls would.
Brytain Rollins:
Hey kiddo...
Tiffany acknowledges her and nods as takes a moment of rest.
Brytain Rollins:
Fancy meeting you here.
The words were teasing.
Brytain Rollins:
Seriously, though. Don’t worry about this bitch. The harder they run their mouths the worse they are at taking a hit. Besides, you’re stronger than her any fuckin’ day.
It's not that Tiff doesn't accept the compliment; she acknowledges it at least, but clearly this isn't her only concern.
Tiff Rollins:
Thanks Bryt...I mean...mom...
She's still not used to calling her mentor her mother. It's still all so surreal to her...
Tiff Rollins:
Kym's a bitch. She can run her mouth all she wants, but she really needs to bring her best against me. But...
Brytain Rollins:
But what?
The tone changes slightly. The nervousness finally overtakes the intensity.
Tiff Rollins:
...but she's not my biggest concern. Vince Moretti's been blabbering on about my next challenger...he's already beaten me once...I know what he can do...I've been training so hard for this match...it's just......just......
Brytain Rollins:
Its just nothin’, kiddo. You are a Rollins, my love. You have been a Rollins from the day you were born and you continue to be a Rollins officially in and out of the ring. You’re a fucking monster because you belong to a family of monsters and he should be pissing himself at the thought of stepping into the ring with you. The fact that he isn’t doesn’t mean that he’s better than you it means that he’s a fucking idiot.
Brytain lifted Tiff’s chin to look her in the eyes.
Brytain Rollins:
You have zero to be afraid of. This title is yours through blood and sweat and sheer force of will. And when they look past you and underestimate you, you drag them down to your level and you show them why they were wrong.
She plants a kiss on top of Tiff’s head.
Brytain Rollins:
I’ve gotta go make sure Luce is ready. I love you kiddo and I’m already so, so proud of you.
With that, she leaves Tiff to finish getting ready. Tiff's embarrassment has been lifted, and her confidence seems to resurface as the camera fades to the next scene.
Singles Match
Tobie Nox Thorne VS Alan EnvyIf Tobie moved from the Riot roster to Millennium, Envy took the opposite route, leaving the green roster to join the ranks of Yulia’s team. Perhaps it was the tension that kept building between the two rosters, but the match got very physical since the opening bell, when the two competitors met in the centre of the ring and started trading blows. The unclean brawling style of Alan seemed to give him the upper hand against the BJJ influenced style of Tobie. After landing a series of four consecutive strikes, Alan sent the French against the ropes and went for a clothesline, ducked by TNT who rebounded on the opposite side and stunned Alan with a running forearm. She took another run at the ropes, but this time Alan anticipated her and tossed her in the air, going for his pop up death valley driver. Tobie had it scouted and she was ready to counter it with a dropkick. Alan rolled back to his feet and caught the charging opponent with an STO. With Tobie down, he proceeded to stomp her, connecting with a jumping elbow drop before making the count for the first near fall of the match. TNT was fighting bravely, showing that fire and passion that was winning her new fans in Millennium. She even picked up a near fall with a spinning heel kick at the end of a lightning quick striking combination, trying to capitalize with a springboard moonsault, but it still wasn’t enough to win her the match. For every time she was starting to build some momentum though, Alan had moves like powerbombs or his trademark gordbuster that allowed him to change the course of the match. Now back the in control, Alan flipped Tobie over with the snapmare and kicked her hard on the back, charging at the ropes and almost beheading her with a huge sliding lariat for the two count. Stalking now his opponent, Alan positioned himself behind her back and, as soon as she stood back to her feet, he locked her in his Paying Dues. Tobie was quick to drop on a seated position before Alan could really lock the submission hold, connecting a sort of jawbreaker and capitalizing on the stunned opponent connecting with a pele kick. Alan staggered to the ropes and Tobie charged at him. The Lonestar bent forward and sent her up and over the top rope. Her agility allowed TNT to land on the apron, from where she was quick to hit Envy with an enziguri, pinning him for the three count with her springboard hurricanrana. WINNER: Tobie Nox Thorne BY: Pinfall (Springboard Hurricanrana), 10:01 |
The feed within Monterrey's very own Arena Monterrey quickly focused on the center of the squared circle where the fans now see that three bright purple podiums stood upright. On top of each podium, there were varying objects covered by a dark cloth...
Slowly but surely, the feed began to zoom out to reveal none other than Zelda Gibbons positioned in the middle of the ring donning an all violet matching outfit: leggings, a hooded sweater, and the legendary Timberland boots. The ex-Lockdown Champion didn’t appear to be dressed for any action. However, the expression resting on Gibbons’ face told the world that she carried a massive weight at the tip of her mind.
Nevertheless, she began to speak into the microphone intently.
Zelda Gibbons:
My name is DADDY Gibbons, and I’m from Hampshire County, Massachusetts…
Zelda Gibbons:
Y’see, I spent the bulk of my growth years in a lil ole place called Amherst. It’s a small town if you don’t count the university students...one hundred percent. It has its ups and downs like every other city, town, village, whatever you guys think up in those noggins! BUTTT, the thing about my town is...the locals support each other. They treat friends like family.
After a pause, Zelda continued.
Zelda Gibbons:
When there’s a major issue...almost everyone has at least one person to turn to for guidance. That’s really the spirit of Western Massachusetts. Now, Mexico is a place that definitely values hospitality...treating a friend as if they’re a cousin. So, it’ll be easy to get the gist of the point I’ma make to all of you lovelies right now…
Surely, the internet would be able to provide clips of this speech with Spanish subtitles for those whom weren’t proficient in the English language. Also, commentary in the romance language would undoubtedly be available.
Zelda Gibbons:
I ain’t always have that welcoming vibe available to me when I lived in Springfield, cuties. When I lived there I came to realize I’d grown up with so much depression. I had a lack of understanding why life had to throw me so many curveballs. I couldn’t understand why I felt so dead inside daily. As if I’d be fine if I could lay in bed everyday without ever getting back up. And like, I was never the type to ask for help with my situation. It just never occured to me to do so. I ain’t have any desire whatsoever to be an anchor to anyone I’d known.
Zelda Gibbons:
Things ain’t change for me until Daddy worked up the courage to fight her demons. And...when I signed to Empire over in Canada at the turn of 2017, I met someone who really, for the first time ever, made me feel as if I stared into a dang mirror! Robyn Jones, also known as The Spider, is one of the women in wrestling I refer to as my real life sister inside and outside of this ring. No, not because of blood...But, because of something that runs even deeper than that: connected experience.
Zelda Gibbons:
That experience makes me feel like I have to do what I’m about to do. In fact, this is something ONLY I can do. I have to bring back the lessons I learned in Amherst about support. I’ve gotta force The Spider to get herself back on the road to being one of the best fucking wrestlers on the planet. So, Robbie….please get that fine ass out to this ring so we can talk!
There’s a long moment of silence and for a second, it appears that Spider isn’t going to appear at all… that is, until “The Webs We Weave” begins to blast through the arena, to the delight of the rowdy Mexico crowd. Spotlights panned across the audience until they found the mysterious competitor, lurking up in the crowd where she slowly made her way down. She looked amused at Zelda’s antics, but there was something new in her face… was it pride? Affection? Spider vaulted over the barricade and stepped into the ring, facing her friend. Zelda hands her a microphone, but before she takes it, Spider wraps Z in a bone-crunching hug. She whispers something in Zelda’s ear before pulling away, accepting the microphone.
Spider:
I uh… Jesus, Z, you may have gone a little overboard here.
Spider eyes the podiums and the decor around the ring. She runs her fingers across cloth that covered… whatever was positioned underneath.
Spider:
I don’t really know what to say… I mean… it’s been a while since I’ve been at that point, you know? Once upon a time, maybe, yeah, I was one of the best in the world. There wasn’t anyone who could step up to me. Maybe that was talent, maybe that was a string of good fortune, who knows? But recovering ain’t easy. After I got hurt, after I’d been away for a year, coming back has been…. It’s an uphill battle.
She looks around at the fans.
Spider:
But man, you look at this crowd… I mean, LOOK at this crowd. I never had any of this in Empire, in Pride… these huge arenas, packed to the rafters… these cameras, broadcasting to millions of viewers, I mean… that’s overwhelming, and that’s a tough hurdle to get over. And here I am, talking.
She frowns.
Spider:
Still not a big fan of the talking.
Spider shrugs.
Spider:
But I still got that spark, buried somewhere down there. Still got the talent, I just… haven’t been able to tap the mine yet, for one reason or another. It’s been tough. But I think if there’s something I’ve done really well throughout my career, it’s shining brightest when the odds are against me.
She looks to Zelda.
Spider:
Jeez, I’m sorry Z, didn’t realize I totally hijacked your thing here.
She steps back, allowing Zelda to say her piece. Z lifted her microphone to her mouth. A smile slowly formed on the face of Professional Wrestling’s Resident Hipster.
Zelda Gibbons:
No, no, noooooo, sugar puff! Don’t be sorry. That’s part of the problem. You being vocal about all your concerns is exactly what you need to really keep that spark you just mentioned going.
Placing a hand on Spider’s shoulder. Zelda gestured towards the atmosphere. The sea of fans, vibe of the venue, and overall aura that any major wrestling promotions has…
Zelda Gibbons:
You call that your fear...But, like I said, you’ve been through much worse than all this. Robbie, you’re built for a big platform like this, babycakes.
Spider:
What makes you believe that?
Spider asked. For a moment, Zelda pointed at herself.
Zelda Gibbons:
What makes me think you’ve got what it takes to get back to where you wanna be? Take it from me...I started off in Empire. When I wrestled for them...I couldn’t even BUY a win. I tried to forcefully be something I wasn’t week after week. And as a result?...The fans didn’t take to me. My career was going towards the ground hella fast.
After a pause, Zelda continued.
Zelda Gibbons:
The very second I had a change of scenery, going from Empire to Millennium, I let the past go! I let my natural personality take over. I let the people really feel who I was at heart. Truthfully, I think you have a chance to do the same thing. To stop looking at all these people as if they’re a curse. You’ve got a chance to start fresh and show them who The Spider really is at heart!
Zelda moved away from Spider. Afterwards, she positioned herself behind the first podium. After teasing the fabric covering an unknown object, Zelda snatched said fabric off...revealing replicas of the Empire Great Lakes and Pride Coastal Championships!
Z once again gestured towards the replicas...
Zelda Gibbons:
Robbie, before I tell you what I think these represent. Why don’t you tell myself and the fans what you feel when you look at these championships you’ve won in the past.
Spider is silent. She stares at the belts, sitting on the pedestals, on display for all to see: The Great Lakes Championship, a belt that she had strived for months, clawing her way up the roster just to get a taste. The Coastal Championship… back when Millennium was still PRIDE Pro Wrestling… now, this belt was called the Cloud Gate Championship, and graced the shoulder of Tiffany Tompkins. But when the belt was first unveiled, back in PRIDE… Spider was the first to claim it. She frowns.
Spider
….disappointment.
She takes a deep breath.
Spider
Fact is… I never lost either of those belts. I spent so long, clawing my way up, looking for just the opportunity to get a shot at those titles, because I knew if they’d just give me a chance, I could take them. I could beat the best in the business.
She pauses for a moment. She ran her fingers across the nameplate, with “SPIDER” still engraved on the old replicas.
Spider
And I did… I won. I took both of these titles, within weeks of each other… and I had to give both of them up because I got hurt.
She sneers at the belts.
Spider
Fact is, I haven’t found that same success since then. I got the shot against Tiffany, and failed. Then what? Hell, I can’t win a match anymore without some idiot getting involved. I used to be able to topple whoever was put in front of me, and I could do it in minutes… sometimes seconds. Now? What’s left?
She grits her teeth.
Spider
Since I got hurt, it’s like the whole world is telling me to walk away, give it up, that I don’t got it in me anymore, but… I dunno, maybe I’m just stubborn, maybe I’m stupid, but something in my head keeps telling me to keep at it. Like maybe it’ll click, maybe I’ll suddenly remember what made me so unstoppable, what got people cheering me on and standing behind me. But until then…
She turns away from the titles, unable to look at them.
Spider
Until then, they’re just a reminder of who I used to be… and a reminder that I may never be that good again.
Abruptly, Zelda grabbed the left shoulder of her sister in aggressive fashion…
The audience fell silent…
Zelda Gibbons
Robyn…
Suddenly, Zelda spun Spider around. Afterwards, she motioned towards the replica belts once again.
Zelda Gibbons
With all due respect to everything you’re going through. These titles ain’t a reminder of what you used to be! They’re a reminder that something great is inside you. They’re an important part of your story…
Zelda walked towards the second podium...Thereafter, snatching the purple fabric off to reveal none other than a framed image of Spider, her beloved wife Lizzie Jones, and last but certainly not least: Daniel, their adopted son.
Zelda Gibbons
Robbie, this business has given you something you’ve never been accustomed to in your whole life! It’s given you consistency, structure, and a happy ending!...Not to sound grimey or anything.
Spider
Uh huh..
Zelda Gibbons
That’s besides the point! You’ve been through so much inconsistency. So many things have been snatched from your fingertips in your life. You just don’t know how to appreciate the fact that you don’t have to go through struggles in life alone anymore. You’ve got Liz, you’ve got ALLLLL of these lil fans, and….
The audience began to chant Spider’s name.
Zelda Gibbons
And you’ve got me, baby.
She added firmly before ripping the cloth off the third and final podium in the ring. There sat a clipboard which had a few distinct scribblings.
Zelda Gibbons
Which leads me to the third thing I need to tell ya. That right there is a contract for me to prove that you have support here. I’ll only sign this if you agree to let me have your back from here on out in this promotion-
Spider narrowed her eyes. She looked from the contract to Zelda, a skeptical look on her face.
Spider
What are you asking me, Z?
Zelda Gibbons
Wellllll….I’m just saying….We should do what we’ve always talked about doing. We should...be a tag team.
Spider was silent, but the look on her face made it clear she was deep in thought. There was serious consideration here, and though she looked conflicted, slowly a smile - a genuine smile - spread across the former champion’s face. She said nothing, but picked up the clipboard, scanning her eyes across it. She handed it to Z with an affirmative nod.
The audience began to erupt with cheers as Zelda picked up the pen. She began to scribble her signature at the bottom….making it official.
Afterwards, Z pulled Spider in for yet another hug as “The Webs We Weave” begins to blare through the P.A. System. However, the fans were left with one question.
Would the two huge personalities be able to become one in Millennium’s tag team division? Only time would be able to tell...
Jared and Bea are ready to call the match between Spider and Brittany. The fans seem already excited, and everything is ready for the two competitors entrances... Then all of a sudden Jared announces that they need to cut backstage for a moment: something serious happened. As the feed cuts backstage, Hammerstein is laying motionless in a pool of blood, his head busted open with a nasty cut. Security members and the medical personnel rush to the scene, providing assistance to the American Monster. The scene cuts back to ringside.
Slowly but surely, the feed began to zoom out to reveal none other than Zelda Gibbons positioned in the middle of the ring donning an all violet matching outfit: leggings, a hooded sweater, and the legendary Timberland boots. The ex-Lockdown Champion didn’t appear to be dressed for any action. However, the expression resting on Gibbons’ face told the world that she carried a massive weight at the tip of her mind.
Nevertheless, she began to speak into the microphone intently.
Zelda Gibbons:
My name is DADDY Gibbons, and I’m from Hampshire County, Massachusetts…
Zelda Gibbons:
Y’see, I spent the bulk of my growth years in a lil ole place called Amherst. It’s a small town if you don’t count the university students...one hundred percent. It has its ups and downs like every other city, town, village, whatever you guys think up in those noggins! BUTTT, the thing about my town is...the locals support each other. They treat friends like family.
After a pause, Zelda continued.
Zelda Gibbons:
When there’s a major issue...almost everyone has at least one person to turn to for guidance. That’s really the spirit of Western Massachusetts. Now, Mexico is a place that definitely values hospitality...treating a friend as if they’re a cousin. So, it’ll be easy to get the gist of the point I’ma make to all of you lovelies right now…
Surely, the internet would be able to provide clips of this speech with Spanish subtitles for those whom weren’t proficient in the English language. Also, commentary in the romance language would undoubtedly be available.
Zelda Gibbons:
I ain’t always have that welcoming vibe available to me when I lived in Springfield, cuties. When I lived there I came to realize I’d grown up with so much depression. I had a lack of understanding why life had to throw me so many curveballs. I couldn’t understand why I felt so dead inside daily. As if I’d be fine if I could lay in bed everyday without ever getting back up. And like, I was never the type to ask for help with my situation. It just never occured to me to do so. I ain’t have any desire whatsoever to be an anchor to anyone I’d known.
Zelda Gibbons:
Things ain’t change for me until Daddy worked up the courage to fight her demons. And...when I signed to Empire over in Canada at the turn of 2017, I met someone who really, for the first time ever, made me feel as if I stared into a dang mirror! Robyn Jones, also known as The Spider, is one of the women in wrestling I refer to as my real life sister inside and outside of this ring. No, not because of blood...But, because of something that runs even deeper than that: connected experience.
Zelda Gibbons:
That experience makes me feel like I have to do what I’m about to do. In fact, this is something ONLY I can do. I have to bring back the lessons I learned in Amherst about support. I’ve gotta force The Spider to get herself back on the road to being one of the best fucking wrestlers on the planet. So, Robbie….please get that fine ass out to this ring so we can talk!
There’s a long moment of silence and for a second, it appears that Spider isn’t going to appear at all… that is, until “The Webs We Weave” begins to blast through the arena, to the delight of the rowdy Mexico crowd. Spotlights panned across the audience until they found the mysterious competitor, lurking up in the crowd where she slowly made her way down. She looked amused at Zelda’s antics, but there was something new in her face… was it pride? Affection? Spider vaulted over the barricade and stepped into the ring, facing her friend. Zelda hands her a microphone, but before she takes it, Spider wraps Z in a bone-crunching hug. She whispers something in Zelda’s ear before pulling away, accepting the microphone.
Spider:
I uh… Jesus, Z, you may have gone a little overboard here.
Spider eyes the podiums and the decor around the ring. She runs her fingers across cloth that covered… whatever was positioned underneath.
Spider:
I don’t really know what to say… I mean… it’s been a while since I’ve been at that point, you know? Once upon a time, maybe, yeah, I was one of the best in the world. There wasn’t anyone who could step up to me. Maybe that was talent, maybe that was a string of good fortune, who knows? But recovering ain’t easy. After I got hurt, after I’d been away for a year, coming back has been…. It’s an uphill battle.
She looks around at the fans.
Spider:
But man, you look at this crowd… I mean, LOOK at this crowd. I never had any of this in Empire, in Pride… these huge arenas, packed to the rafters… these cameras, broadcasting to millions of viewers, I mean… that’s overwhelming, and that’s a tough hurdle to get over. And here I am, talking.
She frowns.
Spider:
Still not a big fan of the talking.
Spider shrugs.
Spider:
But I still got that spark, buried somewhere down there. Still got the talent, I just… haven’t been able to tap the mine yet, for one reason or another. It’s been tough. But I think if there’s something I’ve done really well throughout my career, it’s shining brightest when the odds are against me.
She looks to Zelda.
Spider:
Jeez, I’m sorry Z, didn’t realize I totally hijacked your thing here.
She steps back, allowing Zelda to say her piece. Z lifted her microphone to her mouth. A smile slowly formed on the face of Professional Wrestling’s Resident Hipster.
Zelda Gibbons:
No, no, noooooo, sugar puff! Don’t be sorry. That’s part of the problem. You being vocal about all your concerns is exactly what you need to really keep that spark you just mentioned going.
Placing a hand on Spider’s shoulder. Zelda gestured towards the atmosphere. The sea of fans, vibe of the venue, and overall aura that any major wrestling promotions has…
Zelda Gibbons:
You call that your fear...But, like I said, you’ve been through much worse than all this. Robbie, you’re built for a big platform like this, babycakes.
Spider:
What makes you believe that?
Spider asked. For a moment, Zelda pointed at herself.
Zelda Gibbons:
What makes me think you’ve got what it takes to get back to where you wanna be? Take it from me...I started off in Empire. When I wrestled for them...I couldn’t even BUY a win. I tried to forcefully be something I wasn’t week after week. And as a result?...The fans didn’t take to me. My career was going towards the ground hella fast.
After a pause, Zelda continued.
Zelda Gibbons:
The very second I had a change of scenery, going from Empire to Millennium, I let the past go! I let my natural personality take over. I let the people really feel who I was at heart. Truthfully, I think you have a chance to do the same thing. To stop looking at all these people as if they’re a curse. You’ve got a chance to start fresh and show them who The Spider really is at heart!
Zelda moved away from Spider. Afterwards, she positioned herself behind the first podium. After teasing the fabric covering an unknown object, Zelda snatched said fabric off...revealing replicas of the Empire Great Lakes and Pride Coastal Championships!
Z once again gestured towards the replicas...
Zelda Gibbons:
Robbie, before I tell you what I think these represent. Why don’t you tell myself and the fans what you feel when you look at these championships you’ve won in the past.
Spider is silent. She stares at the belts, sitting on the pedestals, on display for all to see: The Great Lakes Championship, a belt that she had strived for months, clawing her way up the roster just to get a taste. The Coastal Championship… back when Millennium was still PRIDE Pro Wrestling… now, this belt was called the Cloud Gate Championship, and graced the shoulder of Tiffany Tompkins. But when the belt was first unveiled, back in PRIDE… Spider was the first to claim it. She frowns.
Spider
….disappointment.
She takes a deep breath.
Spider
Fact is… I never lost either of those belts. I spent so long, clawing my way up, looking for just the opportunity to get a shot at those titles, because I knew if they’d just give me a chance, I could take them. I could beat the best in the business.
She pauses for a moment. She ran her fingers across the nameplate, with “SPIDER” still engraved on the old replicas.
Spider
And I did… I won. I took both of these titles, within weeks of each other… and I had to give both of them up because I got hurt.
She sneers at the belts.
Spider
Fact is, I haven’t found that same success since then. I got the shot against Tiffany, and failed. Then what? Hell, I can’t win a match anymore without some idiot getting involved. I used to be able to topple whoever was put in front of me, and I could do it in minutes… sometimes seconds. Now? What’s left?
She grits her teeth.
Spider
Since I got hurt, it’s like the whole world is telling me to walk away, give it up, that I don’t got it in me anymore, but… I dunno, maybe I’m just stubborn, maybe I’m stupid, but something in my head keeps telling me to keep at it. Like maybe it’ll click, maybe I’ll suddenly remember what made me so unstoppable, what got people cheering me on and standing behind me. But until then…
She turns away from the titles, unable to look at them.
Spider
Until then, they’re just a reminder of who I used to be… and a reminder that I may never be that good again.
Abruptly, Zelda grabbed the left shoulder of her sister in aggressive fashion…
The audience fell silent…
Zelda Gibbons
Robyn…
Suddenly, Zelda spun Spider around. Afterwards, she motioned towards the replica belts once again.
Zelda Gibbons
With all due respect to everything you’re going through. These titles ain’t a reminder of what you used to be! They’re a reminder that something great is inside you. They’re an important part of your story…
Zelda walked towards the second podium...Thereafter, snatching the purple fabric off to reveal none other than a framed image of Spider, her beloved wife Lizzie Jones, and last but certainly not least: Daniel, their adopted son.
Zelda Gibbons
Robbie, this business has given you something you’ve never been accustomed to in your whole life! It’s given you consistency, structure, and a happy ending!...Not to sound grimey or anything.
Spider
Uh huh..
Zelda Gibbons
That’s besides the point! You’ve been through so much inconsistency. So many things have been snatched from your fingertips in your life. You just don’t know how to appreciate the fact that you don’t have to go through struggles in life alone anymore. You’ve got Liz, you’ve got ALLLLL of these lil fans, and….
The audience began to chant Spider’s name.
Zelda Gibbons
And you’ve got me, baby.
She added firmly before ripping the cloth off the third and final podium in the ring. There sat a clipboard which had a few distinct scribblings.
Zelda Gibbons
Which leads me to the third thing I need to tell ya. That right there is a contract for me to prove that you have support here. I’ll only sign this if you agree to let me have your back from here on out in this promotion-
Spider narrowed her eyes. She looked from the contract to Zelda, a skeptical look on her face.
Spider
What are you asking me, Z?
Zelda Gibbons
Wellllll….I’m just saying….We should do what we’ve always talked about doing. We should...be a tag team.
Spider was silent, but the look on her face made it clear she was deep in thought. There was serious consideration here, and though she looked conflicted, slowly a smile - a genuine smile - spread across the former champion’s face. She said nothing, but picked up the clipboard, scanning her eyes across it. She handed it to Z with an affirmative nod.
The audience began to erupt with cheers as Zelda picked up the pen. She began to scribble her signature at the bottom….making it official.
Afterwards, Z pulled Spider in for yet another hug as “The Webs We Weave” begins to blare through the P.A. System. However, the fans were left with one question.
Would the two huge personalities be able to become one in Millennium’s tag team division? Only time would be able to tell...
Jared and Bea are ready to call the match between Spider and Brittany. The fans seem already excited, and everything is ready for the two competitors entrances... Then all of a sudden Jared announces that they need to cut backstage for a moment: something serious happened. As the feed cuts backstage, Hammerstein is laying motionless in a pool of blood, his head busted open with a nasty cut. Security members and the medical personnel rush to the scene, providing assistance to the American Monster. The scene cuts back to ringside.
Singles Match
Spider VS Brittany AprilThe last singles match between these two happened at Year One, and it was for Brittany’s Cloud Gate Championship and, as the younger Kane didn’t fail to remind, ended with her beating Spider and retaining. Would tonight be the same? It didn’t seem to be the case, at least by how the match started, with the former Pride Coastal Champion looking as focused and determined as ever. Spider clearly did her homework, staying one step ahead of April, fining a counter to her every move. Dodge and strike, as simple as it sounds, the strategy was working perfectly for Robyn, and it was frustrating Brittany who hadn’t landed a single punch since the match started. When Spider went for an irish whip, Brittany countered and sent the redhead against the ropes, extending her arm for a clothesline. Spider ducked it and rebounded back from the opposite side, connecting with a low dropkick that took the opponent on her knees, perfectly positioned for a somersault neckbreaker.She didn’t go for the cover, picking up the opponent and going for a series of chops. Brittany finally was able to react and landed a few forearms, stunning Spider long enough to send her in the corner and following up with a splash. After the impact. she pushed the opponent to the centre and connected with a dropkick to the back, making her first poinfall attempt and only getting a two count. After the initial struggles, and always keeping an eye to the outside for Saki’s possible interference, Brittany was able to find her footing in this match, getting the momentum of the match in her favor with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. She insisted dropping the opponent down with a butterfly suplex rolling into a double butterfly submission from which, after a few seemingly endless seconds, Spider managed to break free. The two competitors kept going back and forth, reaching the ten minutes mark. Spider almost picked up the win with a roundhouse kick, but Brittany kicked out in two. Jones then climbed to the top rope and waited for the opponent to get up before diving on her with a crossbody that Brittany was able to counter with a dropkick.The momentum had shifted back on her side, and after a close call with a second rope moonsault, she went for The Tribute, connecting two-thirds of it before Spider managed to dodge the final bicycle knee strike, and connecting with the Spiderbite out of nowhere, making the cover and picking up the win. WINNER: Spider BY: Pinfall (Spiderbite), 11:20 |
"Black Rose" by: Volbeat featuring Danko Jones began to play over the PA system. This was a theme that the MWE fans had become very acquainted with over the past few weeks, bringing the fans to their feet to cheer for the upstart, plucky rookie, Kenzie Garrett. Her dark hair was parted and framing her face. She was dressed down, clearly not out for competition, in a black tanktop and white skinny cut jeans with busted out knees, and beat up sneakers. A pair of black, horn-rimmed glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose, and there was still a small, albeit noticeable limp, in her step. Still, there's a smile on her face, even as her steps are a bit slower than her usual fast pace. Extending a hand to collect a few high fives from the crowd on the way to the ring. Climbing up the steel stairs, she walked along the length of the apron and taking a microphone from a nearby stagehand. "Black Rose" faded into the background of the cheers, Kenzie smiling and lowering her head a bit as she took in the adulation.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Wow... Muchas gracias, amigos!
She smiled, tucking a few pieces of her dark hair behind her ear, giggling sweetly at the cheers that were coming her way.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I'm sorry to say that the good times aren't meant to last... as you can see, I'm out here, but I'm not dressed for competition. I may have stretched myself a little too thin, being completely shredded to pieces by Melissa Reeves in a match that... not gonna lie, fucked me up a LOT, but was SO much fun regardless of the ending not being what I could have imagined to be ideal... and it was a match I would do again in a heartbeat, I promise you that much!
The sore back and the healing cuts on her skin be damned. The Hardcore style had always drawn Kenzie in, and certainly explained her choice in partners.
KENZIE GARRETT:
That was June first, then came four days later. My body was still healing, still recuperating from the hell it went through... and I wrestled again on Millennium in Tijuana. And I went toe-to-toe with Kymmy Oliver.
There were some boos for the boisterous Kymmy who had never shown the crowd even a hint of respect. Kenzie nodded her head, encouraging them on.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Yeah, please! Continue! I'll help!
Kenzie began waving one hand as if she were orchestrating the boos. Raising a hand high over her diminutive stature and earning a crescendo of boos, and lowering it down to a nearly deafening silence. But, for Kymmy? It was easy to pick the level. Bringing those boos up high, boosting up on her tiptoes.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I love you guys... and I think everyone here tonight in Monterrey knows that Kymmy deserves it. She deserves to be booed out of the building. She deserves the mauling that she is going to get from Tiff Rollins. Because y'see... the past week has been just really bothering me. I've tried to sort out things. I've tried to take some time to decide if maybe it's just me. Maybe it's me being a sore loser. Maybe I wanted to win so badly, and Kymmy just... makes my blood BOIL in such a way that I thought beating her, even after walking hand-in-hand through Hell with Melissa Reeves was going to be just cut and dry, the end, Kenzie wins and there is a celebration in the back with many varieties of cake. It's a good time that just wasn't meant to be. But as I let it linger and sit, festering and coming to a head, I realized that... it's not a me problem. It's a Kymmy problem. And it's kind of pathetic, if you really take the time to think about it.
She paused, glancing at the cheering crowd who was rallying her on. Usually, Kenzie is a woman of not too many words, preferring to keep her action in the ring. She is a rookie superstar. Promo classes were a luxury she'd never been afforded. Speaking from the heart often led to a jumbled up mess of thoughts that weren't the best coordinated series of words strung together, but at least they meant something.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Let's just go back to June fifth, huh? I could barely walk into Millennium's show in Tijuana. I was four days removed from the most brutal, most vicious match of my entire career. I was patched up, sewn up, looking like a Ragdoll and walking like Frankenstein, but you know what I did? I showed up for a fight because I just really, truly wanted to knock that smug look off of Kymmy's face. And I was close, guys... I was so-SO close to it. I was nowhere near one hundred... and Kymmy still needed the brass knucks to beat me. That's when I learned, upon a lot of reflection and a lot of sleepless nights, obsessing over what I wanted to say and what I wanted to get off of my chest: it's not a me problem, but a Kymmy problem. I knew it for sure.
The Californian said bluntly, with a little shrug of her athletic shoulders.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I have no problem admitting defeat when it comes to someone like Melissa Reeves and my match with her. She took me to the limit. She gave me something to learn from, and on any other night it could've been me leaving with the win. She EARNED the win on that night. She was the better woman, and she left me with some scars and stories to carry for the rest of my life. I do, however, have a problem when someone like Kymmy says that she's killed me, when I limped into Tijuana, when I could barely stand, and I still beat the brakes off her. I was in critical health long before the bell rang, and she STILL needed the knuckles. THAT is pathetic. And, the way I see it?
KENZIE GARRETT:
Wow... Muchas gracias, amigos!
She smiled, tucking a few pieces of her dark hair behind her ear, giggling sweetly at the cheers that were coming her way.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I'm sorry to say that the good times aren't meant to last... as you can see, I'm out here, but I'm not dressed for competition. I may have stretched myself a little too thin, being completely shredded to pieces by Melissa Reeves in a match that... not gonna lie, fucked me up a LOT, but was SO much fun regardless of the ending not being what I could have imagined to be ideal... and it was a match I would do again in a heartbeat, I promise you that much!
The sore back and the healing cuts on her skin be damned. The Hardcore style had always drawn Kenzie in, and certainly explained her choice in partners.
KENZIE GARRETT:
That was June first, then came four days later. My body was still healing, still recuperating from the hell it went through... and I wrestled again on Millennium in Tijuana. And I went toe-to-toe with Kymmy Oliver.
There were some boos for the boisterous Kymmy who had never shown the crowd even a hint of respect. Kenzie nodded her head, encouraging them on.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Yeah, please! Continue! I'll help!
Kenzie began waving one hand as if she were orchestrating the boos. Raising a hand high over her diminutive stature and earning a crescendo of boos, and lowering it down to a nearly deafening silence. But, for Kymmy? It was easy to pick the level. Bringing those boos up high, boosting up on her tiptoes.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I love you guys... and I think everyone here tonight in Monterrey knows that Kymmy deserves it. She deserves to be booed out of the building. She deserves the mauling that she is going to get from Tiff Rollins. Because y'see... the past week has been just really bothering me. I've tried to sort out things. I've tried to take some time to decide if maybe it's just me. Maybe it's me being a sore loser. Maybe I wanted to win so badly, and Kymmy just... makes my blood BOIL in such a way that I thought beating her, even after walking hand-in-hand through Hell with Melissa Reeves was going to be just cut and dry, the end, Kenzie wins and there is a celebration in the back with many varieties of cake. It's a good time that just wasn't meant to be. But as I let it linger and sit, festering and coming to a head, I realized that... it's not a me problem. It's a Kymmy problem. And it's kind of pathetic, if you really take the time to think about it.
She paused, glancing at the cheering crowd who was rallying her on. Usually, Kenzie is a woman of not too many words, preferring to keep her action in the ring. She is a rookie superstar. Promo classes were a luxury she'd never been afforded. Speaking from the heart often led to a jumbled up mess of thoughts that weren't the best coordinated series of words strung together, but at least they meant something.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Let's just go back to June fifth, huh? I could barely walk into Millennium's show in Tijuana. I was four days removed from the most brutal, most vicious match of my entire career. I was patched up, sewn up, looking like a Ragdoll and walking like Frankenstein, but you know what I did? I showed up for a fight because I just really, truly wanted to knock that smug look off of Kymmy's face. And I was close, guys... I was so-SO close to it. I was nowhere near one hundred... and Kymmy still needed the brass knucks to beat me. That's when I learned, upon a lot of reflection and a lot of sleepless nights, obsessing over what I wanted to say and what I wanted to get off of my chest: it's not a me problem, but a Kymmy problem. I knew it for sure.
The Californian said bluntly, with a little shrug of her athletic shoulders.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I have no problem admitting defeat when it comes to someone like Melissa Reeves and my match with her. She took me to the limit. She gave me something to learn from, and on any other night it could've been me leaving with the win. She EARNED the win on that night. She was the better woman, and she left me with some scars and stories to carry for the rest of my life. I do, however, have a problem when someone like Kymmy says that she's killed me, when I limped into Tijuana, when I could barely stand, and I still beat the brakes off her. I was in critical health long before the bell rang, and she STILL needed the knuckles. THAT is pathetic. And, the way I see it?
She glanced down at herself. Giving a little tug to her shirt, and a little pinch to the skin of her arm.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I'm still here... and definitely not dead...
Kenzie lowered her arm.
KENZIE GARRETT:
And I'm also not a coward like Annie who needs the element of surprise to get a one-up on someone, and I'm not so desperately scared of a nearly crippled person that I need to punch them in the face with brass knuckles when I'm know going to lose a fight to someone on their last leg like you were, Kymmy. So with that said... tonight? I'm letting Tiff have the fun. I'm sitting this one out. I'm going to behave. I'm not going to attack you. I'm not going to hurt anything but your pride. I'm here as a spectator tonight... because my moment with you? It'll be worth waiting for. I've thought long and hard about what I want, what I wanted to say, and how I wanted to say it. I've thought hard about what to ask for when I requested this time. You had your laugh... but now? I think it's time I get mine. So, I'm out here tonight to throw down the gauntlet. I don't just want to beat you, Kymmy... that would be easy, and you're the only one of us here who wants to take the easy way. What I want is something so much more. I want to maim you. I want to tear your limbs out of their sockets and tie you into square knots. I want your joints to ache for years after this match and for you to remember fondly just who BROKE your body and I want that pain to bring you right back to that moment in your usually vacant mind. I don't want to pin you, I don't want to give you ANY excuse for why you were down for a three-second nap and just barely didn't get up or whatever bullshit excuse we BOTH know that you'd make... I wanna beat you down in the most ruthless manner I know how, and make you quit. I want to embarrass you the way you should've been embarrassed on June fifth. I want you to have NO EXCUSES when I've left you broken, beaten, and with no choice but to let the World know that at my worst I nearly had you beaten so imagine me at my best, Kymmy!
Nearly dripping with confidence and drive, Kenzie's steely gaze turns to the camera. Her eyes narrowing coldly.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I want you in an I Quit Match!
Leaning on the ropes, a coy grin crossed her face.
KENZIE GARRETT:
And so we're clear... it's not a request. I'll see you there.
Tossing the mic over her shoulder, letting it be caught by the ring staff, "Black Rose" played once again. Kenzie easing her achy, broken body out of the ring under the second rope and dropping to the floor from the apron with a jump. The Soulknife extending a hand to the crowd again, easing her way up the ramp with a smile at the adulation of the crowd.
Singles Match
Dusty Douglas w/Chris Constantine Junior VS Misteireach w/Robbie "MF" BourbonThe match started off with Dusty making his size advantage count, easily controlling the smaller opponent and not letting him gain any momentum or using his speed to his advantage. Two minutes in and Misterieach was already standing groggily in the middle of the ring, with Dustin using him as a human punching ball connecting with a series of open palm strikes. As the Irish Myistery fell flat on his back, the Big Nasty took a run at the ropes and jumped, landing on top of the opponent with a senton. He hooked the legs for a cover but the masked wrestler kicked out. Robbie tried to spur his tag team partner, although in a less convincing way than he used to do in the past. And yet, it worked, since Misterieach showed some signs of life connecting a series of kicks to the big man’s leg. Dusty was now on his knee and Misty connected with a running single leg dropkick, knocking him down. After a running shooting star press he laid on top of the Douglas who kicked out with authority in two. Seeing how it worked out so well for him the first time Misty decoded to go for another series of kicks, but this time Dusty countered it with his Hyper Beam (Standing Headbutt), leaving Misteireach stunned and checking his nose under the mask. Dusty gave him no break and, with a belly to belly suplex, tossed him against the corner, following with a cannonball senton. While Chris is watching the match closely, he doesn’t see Devin Hearst and Andrew Willow making their way through the crowd. Jumping the gate, Hearst grabs the still injured Constantine and pulls him by the collar and slings him over to Andrew who places a choke hold on Chris. Hearst lays body blow after body blow on Chris as Chris is helpless to fight back. Olivia pleads with Hearst to stop but the pleads fall on deaf ears as Hearst punches Chris in the skull now. Olivia quickly yells into the ring at Dusty and Misteireach about what’s going on at ringside. Dusty immediately rolls out and starts to trade blows with Hearst on the outside WINNER: Dustin Douglas BY: DQ (Outside Interference), 5:23 |
Dropping Constantine, Andrew is about to join Hearst in fighting Dusty, but he gets attacked from behind by Duke Andrews and Zafar Khan. Both Misteireach and Robbie Bourbon both look at one another before helping beat up Hearst and Andrew.
The numbers take their toll on Hearst and Andrew as the two men are being beaten up. Holding his ribs, Chris slowly makes his way to his feet and starts directing people. Grabbing his wife’s purse, Chris pulls out a pair of handcuffs and tosses them to Zafer who uses them to handcuff Willow on the opposite side of the ring. Willow tries to pull himself free but gets bashed in the head with a steel chair by Duke.
With Wilkow out of the way, all the wrestlers pay attention to Hearst who’s being held up by Dusty and Bourbon. With a smug grin on his face, Chris slaps Hearst in the face and yells at him!
Chris Constantine Jr.:
You’re nothing Hearst! Nothing but a drunken loser! You should had ne…..
Chris stops as Hearst spits blood on Chris’s face. The crowd cheers as Chris is taken back by this as he stands back and wipes the blood off his face with a handkerchief. Grabbing his wife’s purse he pulls out a hangman’s noose and shoves it in Hearst face.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Remember this Hearst! Good old Kamikaze days! Turnabout is fair play, Hearst! Boys! Let’s hang this son of a bitch.
Hearst tries to break free but Dusty and Duke hold him back as Zafer grabs the noose and starts to place it around Hearst neck. With the noose around Hearst neck and the other end of the rope flung over the top rope, Chris barks orders at Misteireach and Robbie Bourbon to pull the other end of the rope from inside the ring. Misteireach and Robbie pull the rope and Hearst quickly grabs his neck and kicks his feet in the air as Dusty and Duke let go. Hearst face turns red as he reaches out and tries to grab at a laughing Chris Constantine Jr. The laughing is soon interrupted as a dozen security guards come running towards the ring and start to separate the wrestlers from Hearst. Misteireach and Robbie willingly let go of the slack of the rope, and as they let it go, Hearst falls to the ground and gasps for air. Being cocky, Chris waves goodbye as he and the rest of the wrestlers are escorted out of the arena. Hearst tries to follow but is held back by security. The camera zooms in on a bloody Hearst ad he stares a hole into Constantine and the rest of the wrestlers.
The numbers take their toll on Hearst and Andrew as the two men are being beaten up. Holding his ribs, Chris slowly makes his way to his feet and starts directing people. Grabbing his wife’s purse, Chris pulls out a pair of handcuffs and tosses them to Zafer who uses them to handcuff Willow on the opposite side of the ring. Willow tries to pull himself free but gets bashed in the head with a steel chair by Duke.
With Wilkow out of the way, all the wrestlers pay attention to Hearst who’s being held up by Dusty and Bourbon. With a smug grin on his face, Chris slaps Hearst in the face and yells at him!
Chris Constantine Jr.:
You’re nothing Hearst! Nothing but a drunken loser! You should had ne…..
Chris stops as Hearst spits blood on Chris’s face. The crowd cheers as Chris is taken back by this as he stands back and wipes the blood off his face with a handkerchief. Grabbing his wife’s purse he pulls out a hangman’s noose and shoves it in Hearst face.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Remember this Hearst! Good old Kamikaze days! Turnabout is fair play, Hearst! Boys! Let’s hang this son of a bitch.
Hearst tries to break free but Dusty and Duke hold him back as Zafer grabs the noose and starts to place it around Hearst neck. With the noose around Hearst neck and the other end of the rope flung over the top rope, Chris barks orders at Misteireach and Robbie Bourbon to pull the other end of the rope from inside the ring. Misteireach and Robbie pull the rope and Hearst quickly grabs his neck and kicks his feet in the air as Dusty and Duke let go. Hearst face turns red as he reaches out and tries to grab at a laughing Chris Constantine Jr. The laughing is soon interrupted as a dozen security guards come running towards the ring and start to separate the wrestlers from Hearst. Misteireach and Robbie willingly let go of the slack of the rope, and as they let it go, Hearst falls to the ground and gasps for air. Being cocky, Chris waves goodbye as he and the rest of the wrestlers are escorted out of the arena. Hearst tries to follow but is held back by security. The camera zooms in on a bloody Hearst ad he stares a hole into Constantine and the rest of the wrestlers.
Singles Match
Hammerstein VS Evie Van DykeThe match obviously never started, as Hammerstein was declared unfit to compete by the MWE’s doctors after the brutal attack he was victim of earlier in the night. WINNER: // BY: //, 0:00 |
A camera crew is in the trainer's room as medical personnel are stitching the cut on the right side of Hammerstein's head. The American Monster looks at the camera, his eyes on fire with rage.
HAMMERSTEIN
I thought I made myself clear last week. I tried to break it down into the simplest terminology I could, just so there was no misunderstanding my stance on this whole Millennium/RIOT! war nonsense.
I told everybody, on both shows, that I didn't
want to be a part of the war, and for them to not make me be a part of it.
Maybe you saw me as an easy target. Leave me layin' and nothin' happens 'cause Ol' Hammerstein doesn't want to get involved.
Hammerstein winces as the trainer pushes the suturing needle through his flesh.
HAMMERSTEIN
Did you RIOT! assholes think you could fuckin' jump me from behind, and crack my head open and I'd just let that shit slide?
Devin?
Wilkow?
Foley?
Whichever RIOT! roster member did this?
Did any of you think that you could do this to me and I was gonna let it go unpunished?
Hammerstein shoves the trainer away before he can finish stitching him. Officials try to calm him down, but he grabs one by the lapels of his coat and throws him against the wall. Other officials warn him to settle down, but he grabs a chair and swings wildly at them. He turns and looks into the camera, the suturing needle still hanging from his head and blood trickling down his neck.
HAMMERSTEIN
I told you all.
I warned you all.
Leave me out of your war, I didn't want any part of it.
But you didn't listen.
So now I'm part of it.
And I'm not doin' this for brand supremacy.
It's all about blood for blood.
HAMMERSTEIN
I thought I made myself clear last week. I tried to break it down into the simplest terminology I could, just so there was no misunderstanding my stance on this whole Millennium/RIOT! war nonsense.
I told everybody, on both shows, that I didn't
want to be a part of the war, and for them to not make me be a part of it.
Maybe you saw me as an easy target. Leave me layin' and nothin' happens 'cause Ol' Hammerstein doesn't want to get involved.
Hammerstein winces as the trainer pushes the suturing needle through his flesh.
HAMMERSTEIN
Did you RIOT! assholes think you could fuckin' jump me from behind, and crack my head open and I'd just let that shit slide?
Devin?
Wilkow?
Foley?
Whichever RIOT! roster member did this?
Did any of you think that you could do this to me and I was gonna let it go unpunished?
Hammerstein shoves the trainer away before he can finish stitching him. Officials try to calm him down, but he grabs one by the lapels of his coat and throws him against the wall. Other officials warn him to settle down, but he grabs a chair and swings wildly at them. He turns and looks into the camera, the suturing needle still hanging from his head and blood trickling down his neck.
HAMMERSTEIN
I told you all.
I warned you all.
Leave me out of your war, I didn't want any part of it.
But you didn't listen.
So now I'm part of it.
And I'm not doin' this for brand supremacy.
It's all about blood for blood.
Singles Match
Kymmy Oliver VS Tiff RollinsEight minutes. This is the time KO said she will take to knock out the current Cloud Gate Champion. A bold statement, a bluster in her typical fashion. And yet, Kymmy seemed to believe it, starting off in a very aggressive way with stiff punches to the nineteen years old Tiffany, who found herself forced on the defensive. Recoiling, she quickly found herself stuck in the corner, and Oliver wasn’t slowing down at all, hitting her with lefts and rights to the ribs. The referee tried to separate them, but Kymmy went right back on the attack, swinging her arm for a right hook. The five foot deathmachine ducked it and and pushed the opponent in the corner, returning the courtesy only using her lethal kicks instead of punches. Once again the referee had to step between them, but unlike Kymmy before, Tiff conceded the break, stepping back to the centre of the ring and waiting for the opponent. The two competitors locked up, and despite the size and leverage advantage, Kymmy had no intentions to prove her superior strength, immediately hitting the young champion with a knee to the stomach. Holding Rollins’ head down, Kymmy hit her with a series of knee strikes, following with a big boot and a cover, worth a count of two. She argued with the referee, demanding him to be faster on his count. As we got closer to the eight minutes mark, the limit Kymmy set to beat the champion, it became more and more clear that she was going to fail her goal. In fact, Tiffany was now in full control, after paying homage to Andreas Lasiewicz with the Peacemaker (Leaping High Knee). The Murder Machine then started kicking the hell out of Oliver, landing some stiff shots to her chest after taking her on her knees with a chop block. The last one connected to the temple of the arm wrestling champion, and Rollins thought it was enough to put down the challenger, who kicked out just in the nick of time. The Real Kym Shady had a reaction of sort when she was able to catch Tiffany for a overhead release suplex, but it was just a flash in the pan. Soon, the match was back in the Cloud Gate’s champion pocket, thanks to the swinging ddt she learned from her adoptive mother Brytain Rollins. Stunned, Kymmy crawled to the corner to catch a break that the nineteen years old wasn’t going to allow her, launching herself against the opponent with a cannonball. A smirk came across Tiffany’s face as she saw the time was right to put an end to the contest. The fans cheered in anticipation as she measured the distance and Death Kick’ed Kymmy as she was getting up to her feet. Three seconds later and it was all over. WINNER: Tiff Rollins BY: Pinfall (Death Kick), 10:33 |
Tiff Rollins, fresh from her match with Kymmy Oliver, is back in the ring with her Cloud Gate title on her shoulder. She's still exhausted from the bout, but with a microphone in her hand, she clearly has something to say. She waits for the crowd to calm down before speaking.
Tiff Rollins:
Alright guys, thanks for sitting through another of my matches. It's always a fucking pleasure...
The crowd erupts with cheers as Tiffany smirks to herself, knowing that putting her body on the line once again has made all of her efforts worth it.
Tiff Rollins:
But before we finish tonight, I just wanna get something off my chest.
The crowd remains silent, allowing Tiffany to speak her mind.
Tiff Rollins:
I'm sure you're all already aware of what Vince Moretti has been saying, and although I know I've been pretty quiet about it up until now, I've definitely been listening. All the hype about how Seth Iser will be my greatest challenge to date, how unstoppable he is, how big he is, how dangerous he is, how he's gonna add to his already massive legacy by taking the Cloud Gate Championship from me. And you know what? I believe him. I know, as shocking as it is, I trust Vince when he describes just how awesome Seth Iser is. But despite everything that he's said...and he has been saying a lot...only half of it is right. He may be right about Seth Iser, but he's definitely wrong about me.
The crowd applauds Tiff's statement.
Tiff Rollins:
As much as I love fighting for all the fans out there, I've learned, quite recently in fact as some of you might actually remember, that public opinion doesn't change what kind of fighter you are. When Megan Rydell "exposed" me all those months back, I honestly thought my career was over. I thought I couldn't face a crowd again, I thought I wouldn't be able to defend this title again. I knew I wouldn't be the same, but as it turns out, it made me better. It made me a better fighter because I don't dwell on the hate anymore. You can either love me or hate me, but that's not gonna change how I approach my matches, and quite frankly, I don't care if it's against a friend or an enemy, I will fight anyone who wants to get their hands on my title!
Another pop from the crowd.
Tiff Rollins:
My name, my family, my personal life. Whenever I step into this ring, none of that matters. It's all business, and Vince, surely you of all people should know what that means. It means that whatever I do in this ring, it is to win. I've already been in the ring with giants like Seth Iser, veterans like Seth Iser, merciless bastards like Seth Iser. I mean hell...I have Syn as a dad now, and do you think he's any less ruthless because of it? I've even been the ring with Seth Iser, and yeah, he beat me I know, but I am a firm believer that whatever doesn't kill me only makes me stronger. I've lived through absolute shit and survived. I've been beaten, humiliated, and even stabbed in the back by my best friends, and I still survived. I lost the only home I ever knew outside of the orphanage, and I still survived. And whenever I survive, I get stronger, and of all of his years in the ring, all of his trophies, all of his accomplishments and all of his opponents, I guarantee you, Seth Iser has never been in the ring with something like me.
The crowd roars with anticipation, but before Tiff drops the mic, feeling the energy from the fans, she resumes.
Tiff Rollins:
So Vince...you better be the one listening for a change, and you'd better be listening closely. If you, or anyone else, thinks I've been hiding, well I guess I'm done hiding now, so why don't you run back to your client and tell him to do the same.
There is another roar from the crowd in approval as there are a couple of moments of silence after that declaration. There isn’t a musical note though that creates this moodshift from cheers to boos but merely a voice.
Vincent Moretti:
Ah, to be young and naive.
The arrogant demeanor and voice of Vincent Moretti is heard before you see the man hobble through the curtain with the aid of his cane. The silver fox is dressed in what you’d expect him to be, the silver based suit. Though being singled out in Tiff’s speech he seems to be in a relatively good mood.
Vincent Moretti:
Let me do you a favor and ask a question. No, you don’t have to answer it out loud but only to yourself lass. What were you feeling that moment you saw him in person, hm? It felt different than anybody else in the world. That isn’t hyperbole, but a fact of life itself. But all those things you survived...I commend you. I’m not an idiot. Just when you’re looking for a place to belong, you get a little overly attached. It shows in your fighting too we’ve noticed. But, that feeling you felt when you wrestled him the first time is going to feel all the worse with all the pressure that’s on you.
Vincent smirks for a moment and the boo birds are chirping for him in force.
Vincent Moretti:
Even if you said the half of my claim was a false narrative, which it isn’t, but let’s indulge in that for a moment. You still have to wrestle that perfect mental match. Can you resist the temptation of looking out toward the audience and acknowledging them thinking ‘My God this is where I truly belong?’ because that split second you do that? That’s too much time to give Seth’s mind.
Vincent hobbles one step closer toward the ring with the microphone still in one hand but the cane supporting the other.
Vincent Moretti:
I will admit to one thing, I didn’t expect to see certain aspects of commonality between you and my brother…
Vincent muses that out loud thinking it over and he looks at Tiff who glances toward him with a little bit of confusion.
Vincent Moretti:
Maybe there’s more of a chance you get to his level than even I thought but I do know one thing...there’s still quite a lot for you to learn. None of those ruthless bastards you might have faced are anything like Seth. None of the ‘giants’ of the sport have developed the mind in the mental aspect the way Seth Iser has. And there isn’t anybody on the planet that’s traversed the planet doing things his way so that he has become the warrior and wrestler that he is today.
Vincent then just glances at the young champion and then you can see his eyes narrow.
Vincent Moretti:
And the fact that it took you until now to try to properly address it? Tiff, kiddo, everyone can admire your gumption in finally finding your voice to deal with it but I’m calling your bluff. I’m not so sure you even want to see him via Seth-a-lite yet alone in person!
This statement doesn’t win Vincent any friends.
Vincent Moretti:
Then when the day is done and you’re defeated by my client, my brother, and my friend well...I’m going to import Mexico’s only export worth a damn and that’s their alcohol and enjoy it out in my home in Vegas with the nice fat check I’ll gain for the result because I don’t want to import anything else from here, that’s for sure.
The fans LOUDLY boo at this dig at them and then Vincent just has that cat like smirk.
Vincent Moretti:
Come now, you know I’m not lying. What self respecting country puts salsa and hot stuff in SUCKERS even!? They don’t! It’s bad enough you created the craze for hot and spicy chips but you do it to even the sugary snacks for your little ones as well!? You uncultured MONSTERS! Think of the kids! What is wrong with all of you!? But that is why I won’t be celebrating in this country even if your money is just as good as anyone else’s. And Tiff? Your belt will look better than most any other one he’s won. He said so himself…
Tiff Rollins:
ENOUGH!
Vincent has spoken too much. Finally Tiff has interrupted him with a burst of adrenaline that the fans fully support, both for their appreciation of Tiff’s efforts and as a way of showing their collective middle finger to the man standing on the ramp. Vincent’s eye twitches.
Tiff Rollins:
You’re such a hypocrite Vince. You think that this one moment where I look into the crowd will be all it takes to put me down. And yet what are you doing right now? If these people have nothing to do with what happens in the ring, then why are you putting them down like this? Why are you even acknowledging them if they don’t matter? It goes both ways man. I may relish in their support, but you and Seth relish in getting under their skin. It may take one glance into the crowd to put me down, but the same can be said for you and your big bro. Just because I don’t have as much experience, that doesn’t make Seth invulnerable to mistakes, and for the sake of that fat check of yours, you better pray that he doesn’t make any, because I promise you, I certainly won’t.
The crowd cheers as Vincent looks on, slightly irritated by Tiffany’s comments.
Tiff Rollins:
But you know what? It’s such a shame Seth sent his little lackey out here in his place. I guess he couldn’t even make it via “Seth-a-lite” or whatever. You can call my bluff all you want, but I’m gonna call your bluff and say Seth isn’t ready for what he’s getting himself into. If you knew anything about me, you’d know I thrive on pressure. I always overcome the odds, and I grow stronger with every match. He’s never faced anyone like me, and he knows it. So why don’t you do everyone a favor and shut your mouth, crawl your way back to Vegas and get your so-called brother’s balls out of your purse. If he wants this title so much, tell him to stop hiding and come face me!
The irritation transforms Vincent’s previous cocky smile into something that resembles more of a snarl.
Vincent Moretti:
You put your chips on the table on the wrong hand kid.
Rather than continuing in a verbal diatribe Vincent just looks back behind him and you can see the lights slowly start to dim but before we can anticipate it going to someone’s music instead of an entrance, well it goes into a black out and there are some fans screaming at the scare tactic. There’s a number of seconds that pass by in this black out.
Jared Idol:
What the hell!? A black out?
Bea Torres:
Is this something Vincent negotiated into their contracts too? Control of the lights? Kind of clever…
The lights are then suddenly turned back on and while Tiff and Vincent both are still standing in their same spots, there’s a new figure behind Tiff. The challenger for her title, dressed as if he’s wrestling, is standing right behind her and the crowd is gasping at this little surprise. And he just slowly takes off his ring jacket and after he does that, Tiff looks behind her and sees the comparable(to her) giant. And he’s just glancing at her for a moment as if he’s probing for something before he speaks in the microphone he brought with him.
Seth Iser:
Tell me...is that fear?
Seth takes one step closer toward her while the champion assumes a defensive stance in case Seth wants to take a more physical approach and Seth just eyeballs her for a moment, not giving out any kind of emotion. Vincent’s arrogant smile is back on his face now.
Seth Iser:
Fear and respect go hand and hand.
Finally you can see Seth’s face contorting into a frown as he stares at his young opponent. She isn’t backing down even if there might be a part of her that wants to.
Seth Iser:
We both know I could kick your ass now and you wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it. But I don’t want anything to be a potential excuse for either of us. Besides, I already have what I want from you. That reaction. It said it all. More than what was actually spoken. Just know what you’re feeling right now in your stomach...it’s going to be many times worse on an even bigger stage than last time. And your championship joins the Pride Title I currently have on my waist.
There’s a calmness to Seth’s voice before he starts to turn on his heel and walks out of the ring to leave the champion on that thought. There isn’t any music playing and Seth isn’t even looking back toward her like a peer as he starts to walk back up the ramp. Vincent just lets out that shrill laugh as we fade from this view.
Tiff Rollins:
Alright guys, thanks for sitting through another of my matches. It's always a fucking pleasure...
The crowd erupts with cheers as Tiffany smirks to herself, knowing that putting her body on the line once again has made all of her efforts worth it.
Tiff Rollins:
But before we finish tonight, I just wanna get something off my chest.
The crowd remains silent, allowing Tiffany to speak her mind.
Tiff Rollins:
I'm sure you're all already aware of what Vince Moretti has been saying, and although I know I've been pretty quiet about it up until now, I've definitely been listening. All the hype about how Seth Iser will be my greatest challenge to date, how unstoppable he is, how big he is, how dangerous he is, how he's gonna add to his already massive legacy by taking the Cloud Gate Championship from me. And you know what? I believe him. I know, as shocking as it is, I trust Vince when he describes just how awesome Seth Iser is. But despite everything that he's said...and he has been saying a lot...only half of it is right. He may be right about Seth Iser, but he's definitely wrong about me.
The crowd applauds Tiff's statement.
Tiff Rollins:
As much as I love fighting for all the fans out there, I've learned, quite recently in fact as some of you might actually remember, that public opinion doesn't change what kind of fighter you are. When Megan Rydell "exposed" me all those months back, I honestly thought my career was over. I thought I couldn't face a crowd again, I thought I wouldn't be able to defend this title again. I knew I wouldn't be the same, but as it turns out, it made me better. It made me a better fighter because I don't dwell on the hate anymore. You can either love me or hate me, but that's not gonna change how I approach my matches, and quite frankly, I don't care if it's against a friend or an enemy, I will fight anyone who wants to get their hands on my title!
Another pop from the crowd.
Tiff Rollins:
My name, my family, my personal life. Whenever I step into this ring, none of that matters. It's all business, and Vince, surely you of all people should know what that means. It means that whatever I do in this ring, it is to win. I've already been in the ring with giants like Seth Iser, veterans like Seth Iser, merciless bastards like Seth Iser. I mean hell...I have Syn as a dad now, and do you think he's any less ruthless because of it? I've even been the ring with Seth Iser, and yeah, he beat me I know, but I am a firm believer that whatever doesn't kill me only makes me stronger. I've lived through absolute shit and survived. I've been beaten, humiliated, and even stabbed in the back by my best friends, and I still survived. I lost the only home I ever knew outside of the orphanage, and I still survived. And whenever I survive, I get stronger, and of all of his years in the ring, all of his trophies, all of his accomplishments and all of his opponents, I guarantee you, Seth Iser has never been in the ring with something like me.
The crowd roars with anticipation, but before Tiff drops the mic, feeling the energy from the fans, she resumes.
Tiff Rollins:
So Vince...you better be the one listening for a change, and you'd better be listening closely. If you, or anyone else, thinks I've been hiding, well I guess I'm done hiding now, so why don't you run back to your client and tell him to do the same.
There is another roar from the crowd in approval as there are a couple of moments of silence after that declaration. There isn’t a musical note though that creates this moodshift from cheers to boos but merely a voice.
Vincent Moretti:
Ah, to be young and naive.
The arrogant demeanor and voice of Vincent Moretti is heard before you see the man hobble through the curtain with the aid of his cane. The silver fox is dressed in what you’d expect him to be, the silver based suit. Though being singled out in Tiff’s speech he seems to be in a relatively good mood.
Vincent Moretti:
Let me do you a favor and ask a question. No, you don’t have to answer it out loud but only to yourself lass. What were you feeling that moment you saw him in person, hm? It felt different than anybody else in the world. That isn’t hyperbole, but a fact of life itself. But all those things you survived...I commend you. I’m not an idiot. Just when you’re looking for a place to belong, you get a little overly attached. It shows in your fighting too we’ve noticed. But, that feeling you felt when you wrestled him the first time is going to feel all the worse with all the pressure that’s on you.
Vincent smirks for a moment and the boo birds are chirping for him in force.
Vincent Moretti:
Even if you said the half of my claim was a false narrative, which it isn’t, but let’s indulge in that for a moment. You still have to wrestle that perfect mental match. Can you resist the temptation of looking out toward the audience and acknowledging them thinking ‘My God this is where I truly belong?’ because that split second you do that? That’s too much time to give Seth’s mind.
Vincent hobbles one step closer toward the ring with the microphone still in one hand but the cane supporting the other.
Vincent Moretti:
I will admit to one thing, I didn’t expect to see certain aspects of commonality between you and my brother…
Vincent muses that out loud thinking it over and he looks at Tiff who glances toward him with a little bit of confusion.
Vincent Moretti:
Maybe there’s more of a chance you get to his level than even I thought but I do know one thing...there’s still quite a lot for you to learn. None of those ruthless bastards you might have faced are anything like Seth. None of the ‘giants’ of the sport have developed the mind in the mental aspect the way Seth Iser has. And there isn’t anybody on the planet that’s traversed the planet doing things his way so that he has become the warrior and wrestler that he is today.
Vincent then just glances at the young champion and then you can see his eyes narrow.
Vincent Moretti:
And the fact that it took you until now to try to properly address it? Tiff, kiddo, everyone can admire your gumption in finally finding your voice to deal with it but I’m calling your bluff. I’m not so sure you even want to see him via Seth-a-lite yet alone in person!
This statement doesn’t win Vincent any friends.
Vincent Moretti:
Then when the day is done and you’re defeated by my client, my brother, and my friend well...I’m going to import Mexico’s only export worth a damn and that’s their alcohol and enjoy it out in my home in Vegas with the nice fat check I’ll gain for the result because I don’t want to import anything else from here, that’s for sure.
The fans LOUDLY boo at this dig at them and then Vincent just has that cat like smirk.
Vincent Moretti:
Come now, you know I’m not lying. What self respecting country puts salsa and hot stuff in SUCKERS even!? They don’t! It’s bad enough you created the craze for hot and spicy chips but you do it to even the sugary snacks for your little ones as well!? You uncultured MONSTERS! Think of the kids! What is wrong with all of you!? But that is why I won’t be celebrating in this country even if your money is just as good as anyone else’s. And Tiff? Your belt will look better than most any other one he’s won. He said so himself…
Tiff Rollins:
ENOUGH!
Vincent has spoken too much. Finally Tiff has interrupted him with a burst of adrenaline that the fans fully support, both for their appreciation of Tiff’s efforts and as a way of showing their collective middle finger to the man standing on the ramp. Vincent’s eye twitches.
Tiff Rollins:
You’re such a hypocrite Vince. You think that this one moment where I look into the crowd will be all it takes to put me down. And yet what are you doing right now? If these people have nothing to do with what happens in the ring, then why are you putting them down like this? Why are you even acknowledging them if they don’t matter? It goes both ways man. I may relish in their support, but you and Seth relish in getting under their skin. It may take one glance into the crowd to put me down, but the same can be said for you and your big bro. Just because I don’t have as much experience, that doesn’t make Seth invulnerable to mistakes, and for the sake of that fat check of yours, you better pray that he doesn’t make any, because I promise you, I certainly won’t.
The crowd cheers as Vincent looks on, slightly irritated by Tiffany’s comments.
Tiff Rollins:
But you know what? It’s such a shame Seth sent his little lackey out here in his place. I guess he couldn’t even make it via “Seth-a-lite” or whatever. You can call my bluff all you want, but I’m gonna call your bluff and say Seth isn’t ready for what he’s getting himself into. If you knew anything about me, you’d know I thrive on pressure. I always overcome the odds, and I grow stronger with every match. He’s never faced anyone like me, and he knows it. So why don’t you do everyone a favor and shut your mouth, crawl your way back to Vegas and get your so-called brother’s balls out of your purse. If he wants this title so much, tell him to stop hiding and come face me!
The irritation transforms Vincent’s previous cocky smile into something that resembles more of a snarl.
Vincent Moretti:
You put your chips on the table on the wrong hand kid.
Rather than continuing in a verbal diatribe Vincent just looks back behind him and you can see the lights slowly start to dim but before we can anticipate it going to someone’s music instead of an entrance, well it goes into a black out and there are some fans screaming at the scare tactic. There’s a number of seconds that pass by in this black out.
Jared Idol:
What the hell!? A black out?
Bea Torres:
Is this something Vincent negotiated into their contracts too? Control of the lights? Kind of clever…
The lights are then suddenly turned back on and while Tiff and Vincent both are still standing in their same spots, there’s a new figure behind Tiff. The challenger for her title, dressed as if he’s wrestling, is standing right behind her and the crowd is gasping at this little surprise. And he just slowly takes off his ring jacket and after he does that, Tiff looks behind her and sees the comparable(to her) giant. And he’s just glancing at her for a moment as if he’s probing for something before he speaks in the microphone he brought with him.
Seth Iser:
Tell me...is that fear?
Seth takes one step closer toward her while the champion assumes a defensive stance in case Seth wants to take a more physical approach and Seth just eyeballs her for a moment, not giving out any kind of emotion. Vincent’s arrogant smile is back on his face now.
Seth Iser:
Fear and respect go hand and hand.
Finally you can see Seth’s face contorting into a frown as he stares at his young opponent. She isn’t backing down even if there might be a part of her that wants to.
Seth Iser:
We both know I could kick your ass now and you wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it. But I don’t want anything to be a potential excuse for either of us. Besides, I already have what I want from you. That reaction. It said it all. More than what was actually spoken. Just know what you’re feeling right now in your stomach...it’s going to be many times worse on an even bigger stage than last time. And your championship joins the Pride Title I currently have on my waist.
There’s a calmness to Seth’s voice before he starts to turn on his heel and walks out of the ring to leave the champion on that thought. There isn’t any music playing and Seth isn’t even looking back toward her like a peer as he starts to walk back up the ramp. Vincent just lets out that shrill laugh as we fade from this view.
“Interesting.”
The camera fades in to reveal Homare Kato, standing beside an open doorway. Through the door Rie Shimizu can be seen in her usual place, sitting on her knees surrounded by candles, speaking to things that may or may not be there. But Kato keeps the focus on himself, not letting the camera enter the room.
Homare Kato:
Rie is busy, as you should be able to tell. Given the circumstances of what tonight could mean for her, she is being extra mindful of the departed around us tonight. After all, tonight in their name she could gain the greatest honor so far in her life. A championship.
Despite the momentous occasion of Rie’s first championship match, Kato does not seem overly overjoyed. Or, if he is, he keeps it hidden behind the sunglasses that obscure his eyes and a curious expression.
Homare Kato:
Just like Rie, I am incredibly excited for her to receive this opportunity, of course. But I do find it interesting, the situation she finds herself in now, the cloudiness of it all. This match, this opportunity is only here because of the sin of one man. Andrews accuses everyone he can of making it a handicap match against him, while Rebecca herself states she did not make this match. What a convoluted scenario that Rie has found herself in. But it is in situations like this that a person’s true ability can be determined. How they can cast off that cloudiness to perform at their peak. I believe Rie will be able to do that. Regardless of how Andrews feels, he has done wrong and should finally face some judgment from that, and Rie knows his strength will require her utmost skill to overcome. Regardless of her saying she put together this match’s triple threat nature or not, the respect Rie has for Rebecca is immeasurable, and she knows it will take every bit of ability she has in the ring if she wants to defeat her.
He pauses a moment.
Homare Kato:
Because, in the end, that is the goal. Regardless of how we arrived here. Regardless of what is said and believed by the others. The Lockdown Championship is on the line, and Rie has a chance to become a champion. To honor the departed, and those that support her in life, she has the opportunity to ascend and become a champion, for them. It is not one she can let pass her by. No cloudiness, no interesting situation, can get in the way of that. Tonight, we shall see just what kind of wrestler Rie Shimizu truly is.
And finally a small smile comes to his face, that odd hard to read the meaning of one that Kato tends to have.
Homare Kato:
And isn’t that the most interesting prospect of all, to a humble advisor such as I?
He chuckles, leaving it open-ended.
Homare Kato:
As for those watching, I hope the match you see tonight satisfies you. That you find some emotion in you swelling from seeing it, from seeing athletes putting everything of themselves out there, whether it be for hateful reasons, revenge, or for the goal above. That emotion will connect you, not just to those watching it at the same time as you, or hours later, or months or years later...but it connects you to the departed too. Living and dead, united in the feeling brought about by professional wrestling. In that moment, you can come to understand not only those that are gone, but Rie and I as well. A wonderful thought, isn’t it?
His smile changes to a rather genuine one, facing the camera with it for a moment before he steps away from the camera, entering the room Rie is in, Shimizu having never stopped her speaking the whole time. He closes the door behind him, and the moment it shuts the camera cuts out, ending the feed.
The camera fades in to reveal Homare Kato, standing beside an open doorway. Through the door Rie Shimizu can be seen in her usual place, sitting on her knees surrounded by candles, speaking to things that may or may not be there. But Kato keeps the focus on himself, not letting the camera enter the room.
Homare Kato:
Rie is busy, as you should be able to tell. Given the circumstances of what tonight could mean for her, she is being extra mindful of the departed around us tonight. After all, tonight in their name she could gain the greatest honor so far in her life. A championship.
Despite the momentous occasion of Rie’s first championship match, Kato does not seem overly overjoyed. Or, if he is, he keeps it hidden behind the sunglasses that obscure his eyes and a curious expression.
Homare Kato:
Just like Rie, I am incredibly excited for her to receive this opportunity, of course. But I do find it interesting, the situation she finds herself in now, the cloudiness of it all. This match, this opportunity is only here because of the sin of one man. Andrews accuses everyone he can of making it a handicap match against him, while Rebecca herself states she did not make this match. What a convoluted scenario that Rie has found herself in. But it is in situations like this that a person’s true ability can be determined. How they can cast off that cloudiness to perform at their peak. I believe Rie will be able to do that. Regardless of how Andrews feels, he has done wrong and should finally face some judgment from that, and Rie knows his strength will require her utmost skill to overcome. Regardless of her saying she put together this match’s triple threat nature or not, the respect Rie has for Rebecca is immeasurable, and she knows it will take every bit of ability she has in the ring if she wants to defeat her.
He pauses a moment.
Homare Kato:
Because, in the end, that is the goal. Regardless of how we arrived here. Regardless of what is said and believed by the others. The Lockdown Championship is on the line, and Rie has a chance to become a champion. To honor the departed, and those that support her in life, she has the opportunity to ascend and become a champion, for them. It is not one she can let pass her by. No cloudiness, no interesting situation, can get in the way of that. Tonight, we shall see just what kind of wrestler Rie Shimizu truly is.
And finally a small smile comes to his face, that odd hard to read the meaning of one that Kato tends to have.
Homare Kato:
And isn’t that the most interesting prospect of all, to a humble advisor such as I?
He chuckles, leaving it open-ended.
Homare Kato:
As for those watching, I hope the match you see tonight satisfies you. That you find some emotion in you swelling from seeing it, from seeing athletes putting everything of themselves out there, whether it be for hateful reasons, revenge, or for the goal above. That emotion will connect you, not just to those watching it at the same time as you, or hours later, or months or years later...but it connects you to the departed too. Living and dead, united in the feeling brought about by professional wrestling. In that moment, you can come to understand not only those that are gone, but Rie and I as well. A wonderful thought, isn’t it?
His smile changes to a rather genuine one, facing the camera with it for a moment before he steps away from the camera, entering the room Rie is in, Shimizu having never stopped her speaking the whole time. He closes the door behind him, and the moment it shuts the camera cuts out, ending the feed.
Lockdown Championship Match
Triple Threat
Rebecca Saint (C) VS Duke Andrews VS Rie ShimizuTriple Threat
In the match, Duke takes on both his opponents by hitting Rebecca and Rie with punches until Duke's overstretched, allowing Rebecca a headbutt into Rie's Flash Nap. Rie tried to get the win after a dropkick to Rebecca but she broke the pin up with her schoolboy roll up but Rie kicks out. The match stars trade big moves early on to leave them outside of the ring briefly but Duke would interrupt the super belly to back suplex by Rebecca to Rie with an electric chair drop added to Rebecca! He tries to pin both opponents at the same time but both Rie and Rebecca are able to kick out. Rebecca gains control of the match as she sends Rie into Duke and Duke holds him in a headlock, Bex then DDTs Duke who headlock drivers Rie into the mat. Rebecca didn't get a pin on either opponent so she tosses Rie out of the ring and locked in the ankle lock. Rie finally escaped from the hold by being sent into Duke who hit her with the Lockdown title. Bex remains out of it as Rie baseball slide dropkicks Duke and sent him head first into the ring post, then inside the ring she nearly wore Duke down in a guillotine choke. Duke held on at the 3rd arm drop before performing a semi chokeslam to escape. This set up his Red White and Blue strike combo and a Killshot but Rie barely kicked out. Bex finally returned to the ring with back kicks to each of her opponents, an Enziguri for Rie and a roundhouse kick for Duke. Rebecca got rid of Rie with a shuffle side kick before catching Duke's clothesline into a backslide into her rising knee and then the single legged Boston Crab. Duke got himself to the ropes but it would be Rie's Flash Nap to Rebecca that freed him. In the end, Duke had connected with the Red Wing Stomp to Rie in the corner until Duke is struck by Rebecca's Enziguri. A headlock takedown takes Duke to the center of the ring for Rebecca to wind up for her finisher. Duke manages to duck it and lands his Killshot! Rebecca rolls back onto her feet for Duke to go for the Andrews Effect. Before Duke could get the pin, Rie comes into the match and strikes Duke with the Spirit Tour! With Duke out, Rie scores the win and celebrates the win, holding the Lockdown Championship close. WINNER: Rie Shimizu (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Spirit Tour), 13:45 |
The show cuts backstage to a locker room where the Tenacious Wrecking Crew are standing by with their valet, Mary-Jane McCracken. Those familiar cocky little smirks plastered on their faces, the pair have their Seattle Pro tag team championship titles draped over their shoulders, the Millennium Chicago Way championship wrapped around Annie’s waist, while Mary-Jane is carrying the HKW Bloodlust championship on one of her shoulders.
Annie Zellor:
Looks like Lucie took what I said a couple of weeks ago to heart, and she went out looking for that fire in her belly…and look, she found it!
Annie and Dom look at each other and shrug.
Annie Zellor:
Just...it’s gonna be in her corner for tonight’s tag team match. But it’s ok, Lucie, I went out and found a multi time champion and Hall of Famer to be in my corner too.
Dom Harter:
Sup!
Complete with the douche head tilt too.
Annie Zellor:
I get it though. Really, like, I do, Lucie. You’ve lost that fire since the first time we met in that ring. That deer-in-the-headlights look on your face before our table match told me as much. But you can’t escape me, Lucie. We’re gonna meet again. But for now you need help from the woman who wants to gnaw on my throat. Cool. ‘Cause she’s done such a good job of taking that belt from me, huh?
Annie points to the HKW Bloodlust title that Mary-Jane is holding.
Dom Harter:
I bet if we gave them a shot at these--
He gestures towards the newly won Seattle Pro tag team titles on each of their shoulders.
Dom Harter:
--she’d fall short again. Which is exactly what we’ll do! You see, it might’ve been a few years since our paths have crossed in that ring, Brytain. Since our days in SCW, since our reign as Glory and Gore...
Annie Zellor:
Yeah, but you’ve got a better tag partner now.
Dom Harter:
Damn right! And we’ll prove it, when we defend these titles against Lucie and Brytain!
Annie Zellor:
That’s right. ‘Cause we’re gonna put you down tonight. Then Lucie can go back to focusing on the Quag Cup, Brytain can haul her butt up North so I can do this all over again on Friday. And if I’ve gotta do it again to you, Lucie, so I can keep going with my reign as the Chicago Way Champion, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.
And on that note the show cuts back to ringside.
Annie Zellor:
Looks like Lucie took what I said a couple of weeks ago to heart, and she went out looking for that fire in her belly…and look, she found it!
Annie and Dom look at each other and shrug.
Annie Zellor:
Just...it’s gonna be in her corner for tonight’s tag team match. But it’s ok, Lucie, I went out and found a multi time champion and Hall of Famer to be in my corner too.
Dom Harter:
Sup!
Complete with the douche head tilt too.
Annie Zellor:
I get it though. Really, like, I do, Lucie. You’ve lost that fire since the first time we met in that ring. That deer-in-the-headlights look on your face before our table match told me as much. But you can’t escape me, Lucie. We’re gonna meet again. But for now you need help from the woman who wants to gnaw on my throat. Cool. ‘Cause she’s done such a good job of taking that belt from me, huh?
Annie points to the HKW Bloodlust title that Mary-Jane is holding.
Dom Harter:
I bet if we gave them a shot at these--
He gestures towards the newly won Seattle Pro tag team titles on each of their shoulders.
Dom Harter:
--she’d fall short again. Which is exactly what we’ll do! You see, it might’ve been a few years since our paths have crossed in that ring, Brytain. Since our days in SCW, since our reign as Glory and Gore...
Annie Zellor:
Yeah, but you’ve got a better tag partner now.
Dom Harter:
Damn right! And we’ll prove it, when we defend these titles against Lucie and Brytain!
Annie Zellor:
That’s right. ‘Cause we’re gonna put you down tonight. Then Lucie can go back to focusing on the Quag Cup, Brytain can haul her butt up North so I can do this all over again on Friday. And if I’ve gotta do it again to you, Lucie, so I can keep going with my reign as the Chicago Way Champion, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.
And on that note the show cuts back to ringside.
Seattle Pro Tag Team Championship Match
Tenacious Wrecking Crew VS Lucie Callaway & Brytain Rollins
The Monterrey fans were in for a surprise. What started like a regular tag team match was now a title match for the Seattle Pro tag titles Dom and Annie won a week ago against Idolution. Former friends now bitter rivals, Lucie and Annie started things off for their respective teams. The Chicago Way champion was caught off guard by the initial aggression shown by Lucie, who hammered her with a series of stiff forearm shots, pushing Annie back against the ropes and sending her for a run with an Irish whip. Annie leaped over the laying opponent and ducked under her leapfrog, rebounding back from the ropes once again running right into a dropkick from the pink haired girl who immediately tried a cover, only getting a two count. The bigger experience allowed Annie, who had no qualms in taking shortcuts, to take control with an eye rake, hitting Lucie with a ripcord discus elbow, knocking the young girl down and making the cover after a jumping knee drop. With a series of rapidfire headbutts, Lucie was able to create herself an opening and reach her corner, making the tag to her sister. A huge roar welcomed the Pink Haired Grenade as she jumped inside the ring, immediately going for her rival in Underground who, just as quickly, back down to her corner where she made the tag to her fiancé Dom Harter. The MWE fans were definitely not pleased by the Chicago Way Champion behavior, and neither was Brytain who shook her head. Harter and Rollins locked up, the Canadian quickly went for a Toe Stomp and followed with a kick to the midsection. Rollins doubled over and Harter connected a neckbreaker, trying to pin the former UG Bloodlust Champion who kicked out easily. Dom kept control for a few minutes with moves like a Samoan Driver and the Harter Hits Harder (running knee lift followed by a lariat), this time getting inches away from the win. Things took a turn when he decided to go high risk, trying a moonsault and landing on Brytain's knees raised to protection. From that moment, Rollins landed a flurry or quick palm strikes following with a spinning back fist and completing the move she calls Lithium with a running high knee. . And unlike her opponent, she didn't miss her chance from the top rope, connecting with the corkscrew 450 splash called Ketamine and taking home a count of two. Lucie was eager to get back in the ring and Brytain gave her the chance to get her hands on "Uncle Dom". Callaway came back in like a house on fire, dominating the first minutes and almost getting the win after the Nine Crimes (snapmare driver) that required Annie to step into the ring and break up the pinfall. The Most Honest Man In Wrestling needed to find an opening and reach Annie in the corner badly. The opportunity came when he was able to catch Lucie with a snap powerslam, slowly starting to make his way to his fiancee extended hand. Lucie grabbed his ankle and stopped him, but Harter connected an enziguri kick to her skull and finally made the much needed tag. Zellor jumped into the ring with a slingshot senton on Lucie, rolling through and hitting Brytain with a dropkick knocking her off the apron. She turned her attention back to her challenger who just risen to her feet and kicked her in the stomach, taking a run at the ropes and leapfrogging over the bent forward Lucie, driving her face first to the canvas. Brytain tried to step into the ring to get some payback on Annie who was taunting her, but of course the referee stopped her. Rollins yelled at the referee to turn his attention back to the action inside the ring where Lucie surprised the Chicago Way Champion with an inside cradle. It took him a few moments to get in position and make the count, getting real close to the three and leaving Lucie wonder what could have happened if only he was quicker. Annie realized how close she went to lose the match and tried to end things quickly, connecting with the Dom'ed (double arm ddt) at the end of a striking combination. WINNER: Annie Zellor & Dom Harter BY: Pinfall (Dom'ed), 15:27 |
Annie Zellor:
Cut the music!
On cue, “Devil’s Bleeding Crown” fades out as Annie, Dom, and Mary-Jane all stand in the aisleway with their Seattle Pro tag team titles still in their possession. The crowd here in Monterrey continue to boo the Tenacious Wrecking Crew after this victory, but it doesn’t seem to bother them as they all stand there with smiles on their faces.
Annie Zellor:
That’s twice now, Lucie. Twice you’ve failed to get the job done!
That jab draws more boos from the crowd; they know full well that Lucie got screwed the first time around!
Annie Zellor:
And once again, you’ve shown that you, like, lack that fire!
In the ring, Lucie is leaning on the ropes to glare out at the Chicago Way champion as Annie proudly displays that title belt on her shoulder.
Annie Zellor:
But I’m feeling generous, so I’m gonna give you one more chance. One more match to prove you’ve got that fire, Lucie. ‘Cause if you thought that table match we were supposed to have a few weeks ago was bad, then guess what…
Callaway continues glaring at the champion as Annie smirks back at her.
Annie Zellor:
Next week at Viva La Revolucion you get your shot at this - the Chicago Way Championship! But it’s gonna be you and me...in a flaming tables match!
With that, Annie throws down the microphone and “Devil’s Bleeding Crown” starts playing throughout the arena here in Monterrey once again. The Tenacious Wrecking Crew members head backstage, leaving Lucie and Brytain in the ring to talk things amongst themselves as the show cuts backstage.
Cut the music!
On cue, “Devil’s Bleeding Crown” fades out as Annie, Dom, and Mary-Jane all stand in the aisleway with their Seattle Pro tag team titles still in their possession. The crowd here in Monterrey continue to boo the Tenacious Wrecking Crew after this victory, but it doesn’t seem to bother them as they all stand there with smiles on their faces.
Annie Zellor:
That’s twice now, Lucie. Twice you’ve failed to get the job done!
That jab draws more boos from the crowd; they know full well that Lucie got screwed the first time around!
Annie Zellor:
And once again, you’ve shown that you, like, lack that fire!
In the ring, Lucie is leaning on the ropes to glare out at the Chicago Way champion as Annie proudly displays that title belt on her shoulder.
Annie Zellor:
But I’m feeling generous, so I’m gonna give you one more chance. One more match to prove you’ve got that fire, Lucie. ‘Cause if you thought that table match we were supposed to have a few weeks ago was bad, then guess what…
Callaway continues glaring at the champion as Annie smirks back at her.
Annie Zellor:
Next week at Viva La Revolucion you get your shot at this - the Chicago Way Championship! But it’s gonna be you and me...in a flaming tables match!
With that, Annie throws down the microphone and “Devil’s Bleeding Crown” starts playing throughout the arena here in Monterrey once again. The Tenacious Wrecking Crew members head backstage, leaving Lucie and Brytain in the ring to talk things amongst themselves as the show cuts backstage.
Backstage the cameras catch up with the now-familiar face of Bethany Driver where she’s sitting on a set of steps to lace up her wrestling boots. She looks up as she catches the arrival, a brief smile crossing her face before she glances around for an interviewer and finds them absent.
Bethany Driver:
Well, well, well. Just me and you tonight, then, and I’m supposed to spill all my thoughts in a monologue?
She chuckles to herself and finishes lacing up before she sits back, draping her arms over her knees. After a moment she sighs, but the smile remains on her face.
Bethany Driver:
My first Main Event here in Millennium, and I’m a little bit out of my wheelhouse. Olivia and Levi have teamed together for a while now and here I am the odd man out while we take on The Happy Few. But I’m an excited odd man out anyway.
Bethany shakes her head a bit, mostly at herself, and looks back up at the camera.
Bethany Driver:
I’ll step into the ring any moment of any day. I live to be between the ropes, but there is something special about Main Event. It’s another level, a whole different feeling, and people like me spend their whole lives chasing that.
She looks down to her hands for a few moments, idly rubbing one over the other as she thinks.
Bethany Driver:
I may just have more Main Events in my future, with the opportunity that Gianluigi’s given me. Stepping up to SERO isn’t going to be easy, but taking down Hammerstein wasn’t easy either, and I did that, didn’t I?
Her eyes eventually drift back up to the camera once more.
Bethany Driver:
I’ll be ready for SERO when the time comes. I plan to be the one to pry the MWE Championship from his fingers, even if I know they just may have to be cold and dead when I do. I’m prepared to push myself that far because I know he’ll make me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Bethany stands, dusting herself off and straightening up.
Bethany Driver:
But I’m not counting my chickens before they hatch. Tonight is about this Trios match, about taking on The Happy Few. What better way to prove that I am a worthy contender for SERO than a victory tonight in my first Main Event? And if things don’t go that way? Then I’ll damn well be back next week to prove myself again. And again, and again, and again, until there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind. Now… get out of here.
She feigns a bicycle kick to the camera before stepping out of frame and the scene fades.
Bethany Driver:
Well, well, well. Just me and you tonight, then, and I’m supposed to spill all my thoughts in a monologue?
She chuckles to herself and finishes lacing up before she sits back, draping her arms over her knees. After a moment she sighs, but the smile remains on her face.
Bethany Driver:
My first Main Event here in Millennium, and I’m a little bit out of my wheelhouse. Olivia and Levi have teamed together for a while now and here I am the odd man out while we take on The Happy Few. But I’m an excited odd man out anyway.
Bethany shakes her head a bit, mostly at herself, and looks back up at the camera.
Bethany Driver:
I’ll step into the ring any moment of any day. I live to be between the ropes, but there is something special about Main Event. It’s another level, a whole different feeling, and people like me spend their whole lives chasing that.
She looks down to her hands for a few moments, idly rubbing one over the other as she thinks.
Bethany Driver:
I may just have more Main Events in my future, with the opportunity that Gianluigi’s given me. Stepping up to SERO isn’t going to be easy, but taking down Hammerstein wasn’t easy either, and I did that, didn’t I?
Her eyes eventually drift back up to the camera once more.
Bethany Driver:
I’ll be ready for SERO when the time comes. I plan to be the one to pry the MWE Championship from his fingers, even if I know they just may have to be cold and dead when I do. I’m prepared to push myself that far because I know he’ll make me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Bethany stands, dusting herself off and straightening up.
Bethany Driver:
But I’m not counting my chickens before they hatch. Tonight is about this Trios match, about taking on The Happy Few. What better way to prove that I am a worthy contender for SERO than a victory tonight in my first Main Event? And if things don’t go that way? Then I’ll damn well be back next week to prove myself again. And again, and again, and again, until there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind. Now… get out of here.
She feigns a bicycle kick to the camera before stepping out of frame and the scene fades.
Trios Match
The Happy Few VS Olivia Wythe, Levi & Bethany Driver
Olivia Wythe was the one to start things off for her team, facing the MWE Champion himself. The former powerlifter had a very convincing start, going toe to toe with SERO in a brawl that, nonetheless, saw the japanese coming out victorious with a kick to the ribs/back elbow/high knee combination that left Wythe stunned. SERO charged in and went for a right hook, ducked by Olivia who then grabbed his arm and planted him with an arm trap sto. She tried to reach her corner but the Panther King grabbed her from being and dropped her down with a tiger suplex. He was the one who made the tag now, allowing OMI to enter in the ring. OMI entered the ring and immediately went to the ground, applying a front facelock and driving her knees to Olivia's face. Wythe tries to get back to her feet and break free with some punches to the ribcage, but OMI didn't lose her hold, backing down to her corner. NEON took the tag and the tag team champions started working their magic with quick tags, sometimes involving their brother as well to keep Olivia isolated in their corner. OMI now dropped the Texan down with an arm trap neckbreaker, followed by the Umeda Skyline by NEON who made the cover. Levi jumped into the ring and made the save, valiantly fighting both the tag team champions and surprisingly managing to keep them both at bay, at least until SERO leveled her with a lariat. This distraction though allowed Olivia to reach her corner and make the tag to Bethany Driver, whose entrance was welcomed with a huge pop. Bethany entered the ring handing out suplexes lefts and rights. A belly to belly to OMI, a German on NEON after ducking the clothesline. She was now standing in front of the MWE, a preview of their clash at Viva La Revolucion. The intense staredown was interrupted by NEON who was still the legal person and dropped Driver down with the Tiger Suplex 85. The two women went back and forth for a few minutes, putting all their arsenal on display. If NEON came close to the win with the Shatter Shock, Beth did the same with The Beth-Plex (Bridging Tiger Suplex). Eventually, the previously teased confrontation between the MWE Champion and the #1 contender took place, and it was very intense. They started trading heavy right hands, and it was the Japanese who won this exchange, sending the opponent against the ropes hit her with jumping knee as she rebounded. The move left Beth stunned, easy prey for SERO to lift over his shoulders in a fireman carry position and dropping her into a discus Punch. The close call after the Tekken Tachikaze worked as a wake up call for Driver, who finally started showing what she was capable of, connecting the B-A-DDT that almost gave her the win. The two wrestler who will main event the next ppv didn't hold anything back. The match seemed to come to an end when SERO hit his top rope tiger driver, but even that wasn't enough to keep Driver down.the MWE Champion made the tag to NEON, who looked to finish what her brother started. She connected a northern lights suplex on Beth, going for the double foot Stomp right after. Driver moved out of the way at the last moment, rolling toward her corner and making the tag, also thanks to NEON lightly twisting her knee. It was finally Levi's turn to get into the match, and the Mexican fans were all behind the [R]evo pro Seminole State Champion. The match between the two athletes was very fast paced, making it hard for the referee to keep track of the action, especially when they kept floating from a pinning predicament to the next. In the end, NEON was able to connect the Ketsueki Toll (Bridging Tiger Suplex). Olivia broke the pin, OMI stepped in and took her out with the Super Cyclone. As she got back to her feet, she received a kick to the mid section from Bethany who then planted her on her face with the Bethany Driver (Inverted Snapmare Driver). SERO joined the party with his Tenchi Kaijin on Bethany, walking right into a 25 Cent Jawbreaker (Running Bicycle Knee). Levi was quick to turn around and intercept the charging NEON with a kick to the gut, pinning her with a sudden sunset flip for the final three count. WINNER: Levi, Olivia Wythe & Bethany Driver BY: Pinfall (Sunset Flip), 18:43 |