Post by gvb on Jul 4, 2019 15:27:16 GMT -6
MWE Presents: Viva La Revolucion
Live from Mexico City Arena in Mexico City, CDMX
Saturday, June 29th, 2019
The anticipation could not be higher for the first night of the Viva La Revolucion pay-per-view, the last stop of MWE's successful American Tour. Four titles will be on the line tonight, including the Cloud Gate Championship that will be contested in the main event between Tiff Rollins and Seth Iser. That's just one of the many reasons of interest that brought twenty thousand people here tonight to fill the Mexico City Arena. Dean Smith's open challenge, the MWE tag titles on the line, the Riot Championship match and, of course, the semifinals of the Battle For The Briefcase tournament. The theme song for the event, "Rev Up" by Madball blares out of the loudspeakers, a beautiful pyrotechnics display goes off on the stage and the capacity crowd simulataneiously pop up on their feet, waving hands as the camera pans over them eventually stopping at ringside, where Jared Idol, Bea Torres, Zackary Dyson and Alyx Valero are ready to call the action.
Jared Idol:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Viva La Revolucion!
Zackary Dyson:
These mexican tour has been wild, Jared. And these last two days will be the perfect conclusion of over a month of tension building between the two rosters.
Alyx Valero:
I can't wait for team Riot to crush those Millennium punks and show them which one is the superior brand.
Bea Torres:
Keep dreaming boy... Your guys stand no chance, Millennium IS the A show.
Jared Idol:
Calm down kids.. Save the banter for tomorrow, tonight is not about Millennium versus Riot, is not about bragging rights... There are titles on the line, contenders to be made, steel cages to escape... It's Viva La Revolucion night one, and it starts NOW!
Everything comes into focus and as they do we are taken to that of Mexico City, and we are brought to a little run down wrestling school in the heart of the city. It is in that school where we are able to see the one and only Crystal Hilton and she is clad in a pair of yoga pants and a small tank top. She smiles as she watches students giving everything they have to try to do their best within a wrestling ring. She nods her head as she looks at a sign that read Pedro’s Gimnasio and it was replaced with one that reads La Paloma’s Gimnasio. Tears flow down her cheek rapidly as she lets them hit the ground below and she turns her attention to that of the cameras that follow her.
Crystal Hilton:
Hello to everyone who might be watching this. I go by many names in the wrestling world. Names that range from Crystal, Christina, Rose, Hilton, Lopez, or even Zdunich, I know there are so many names but deep down this is the place where my wrestling identity was born. This was the place where everything came into focus for me and I am proud to come back here.
Crystal can’t help but chuckle as she looks at her surroundings and she continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
14 years ago when I was only 17 years old I traveled from Detroit all the way to Mexico City. I really didn’t know anything at the time. I was already the mother of a four year old girl. I had dropped out of school because of a teen pregnancy and I was just entirely shattered as an individual. It was right here where my father took me in. I always questioned why I looked different from everyone else but being Half Black and Half Mexican I see it now. The man who I thought was my father took me in and he put me right in the middle of the school. Pedro had other children of his own a daughter Maia and a son in Jamal. Yet despite his own children that grew up with him he focused mainly on me.
Crystal smirks some more as she nods her head and continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
He put a lot into me and I never took things seriously. I made a name for myself in the school as a masked beauty named La Paloma and I rose up through the ranks establishing myself. It felt great to be in this school and my father gave me a love that was unconditional. I was able to grow up as a woman and I took everything to another level. While being in this school I would become the best student he ever had and a big legend in Mexico. I was my father’s pride and joy and that’s funny to me considering he didn’t even know me until I was about 16. He chose his half breed daughter over two others who grew up with him. He picked me as his successor and yet I disrespected the school. I just wasn’t grateful.
Crystal sighs again as she shakes her head in disgust and continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
I left my mask behind because I wanted people to see this face of mine. I wanted to be remembered forever. I wanted my own glory so I stormed out of here and I went on to do my own thing. When I got to the states things weren’t as I thought they would be. People never really appreciated Women’s wrestling in the companies I competed for. I was treated as mere eye candy and would wrestle in quick 3 minute matches. Things just never seemed to be serious. I eventually did find places where people respected women’s wrestling. My name became a household name. One thing led to another and I became World Champion after World Champion. I got into movies and had a huge pop star career. Everything couldn’t have gone smoothly and I am just so proud of all of it. My name was in top billing and I was the star people paid to see. It didn’t get better than that and my biggest smile came in 2011 when I was voted as the best women’s wrestler in the world point blank. I have won fourteen World Championships and have been inducted into 4 Hall of Fames. I would say my career has been nothing short but astonishing.
Crystal paces around.
Crystal Hilton:
Yet what really made me felt it was worth it when I came here about 5 years ago and my father was happy to see me. He was happy that his daughter had returned and he passed this gym to me. Now I am responsible for the future of wrestling and his legacy. I am looked at it for so much. I am thankful for my roots and I know in recent times I haven’t said much. I found out that he is really my uncle and my biological father is his brother who hasn’t done jack shit for his family. Yet I have to appreciate Pedro because I know he is my father. He took the responsibility when it came to me and I will give back to him. Now that we are competing in Mexico City I have to represent this school with pride. I have to showcase that I am the same Crystal that they saw blossom before their eyes and with a huge PPV in my city in front of my fellow Mexicans I can’t let them down.
Crystal chuckles again as she continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
The Lockdown Championship is what I want. It is what I am destined to have and I need to make it mine to prove to everyone in this company that I am not the same scrub or washed up bum who came into this company. I did have a little streak when I won some very key matches back to back, and although Katie Montes may have caused me to steer off of the course I am still focused on winning when it counts. I am still assure of myself to go face Rie on the next night and beat him too. You can line up the likes of Akemi, Javen, Honey, Evie Van Dyke and what have you but I need this win. You can throw Katie Montes in front of me again but I need to ebat her to prove myself. I need to win these two matches for these great people because I have been dying for a big break out moment like this. I need a reason to smile again and the Lockdown Championship can bring that for me.
Crystal smiles again as she nods her head speaking some more.
Crystal Hilton:
I am thankful for everything I have accomplished. I am thankful for getting my ass beat by Luna and Selina, and watching the work that went into that Lockdown Championship. When I win the title it is going to be in honor of my biggest rival that I have ever had in wrestling. This one is going to be for Freya Kane, and I am going to bring back Pure Rules to this company because when her and I were fighting for that title it was competitive but it was also fun. Bless your soul Freya you are probably shaking her head in disgust at me but this one is for you just like it’s for all of these people in Mexico. On the Lopez name, on the Hilton name, on the insert last name shut the fuck up Crystal. I will prove myself worthy and I will be standing victorious as the champion. So please stop me. Show me you can stop this drive of mine. Let’s do this Mexico shall we?! This rose will forever blossom…
With that Crystal continues to smile as we go elsewhere
OH WOW EDITING! A video plays of Katie Montes in full wrestling gear, looking as though she's ready to drop the hottest track of 2019.
Katie Montes:
"Look, I could tell you that everyone has a good reason for wanting to win this six-pack challenge aside being a challenger to the Lockdown Championship. I'd even bet a couple of my opponents actually do. I won't confirm or deny that. But the truth is no one in this match has as good of a reason for challenging for the title as I do for winning it. See, since day one of my return, I've been keeping tabs on everyone I've interacted with. Every single one, not just in Millennium, not just in IYH, not just in NCW... everyone from anywhere that chooses to interact with me, I keep tabs on. And the current Lockdown Champion? Rie Shimizu? Well, no matter what anyone says, she cost me a shot at that Briefcase... which would have been my easy way to the MWE Title. Duke Andrews cost me that same opportunity, but he has his own demons to face at this point. For Rie, however? I couldn't think of a more fitting receipt than taking that Lockdown title from her and becoming the best Lockdown Champion this sport has ever seen."
The view cuts once, because this is a video as opposed to being live. There's a picture of Javen in the upper-left corner.
Katie Montes:
"That brings me to Duke Andrews's opponent's brother Javen. I'll tell you again like I told you on Twitter; all the flippy shit you've been trying to learn? Isn't gonna do you much good against me: a purveyor of flippy shit with better motivation than you. You're probably fighting for your brother so he can feel better about his chances tomorrow night. How this plays out in your head is that you'll be cheering him on from somewhere in this place with the Lockdown Title strapped snugly around your waist... and CM grinds Duke's face into that steel mesh en route to his victory. Congratulations, J: The Brothers McMillon have finally won."
Another cut, this time of an animated-looking bomb that says "truth" on it over Javen's face.
Katie Montes:
"But in real life, which is kinda what I dabble in? That's only half of what the only logical outcome should be... which is me giving Rie Shimizu her receipt for her part in costing me that Briefcase, taking the Lockdown Title for myself, and letting no one stop me from being the best champion in wrestling today. But at least you have the moral victory afterwards. Congratulations, J: you have better morals than everyone else in this match, but since when has that ever helped anyone in a match? Oh, right... never. I would know because having morals IN the ring cost me my chance at becoming the greatest Zero Gravity Champion that Visionaries of Wrestling had ever seen. It's all well and good to have morals outside of the ring. But when that bell rings? All bets are off, I'm fucking hungry for more gold than I know what to do with, and I have to get through you and at least 5 others to start the Katie-Has-This-On-Lockdown tour."
Yet another cut, now with Crystal Hilton's face replacing Javen's.
Katie Montes:
"Which brings me to Crys--oh fucking christ... Crystal Hilton again?"
Immediately, another cut. This time accompanied with a beep and a quick white flash. Same situation as Javen, with the bomb, the "truth", what have you.
Katie Montes:
"Look, I beat her AND Rie when I looked like that girl from Damages. I never so much as received a pat on the back for that. Oh, but now that Crystal was in the Quag Cup, which by the way I beat her during that whole shebang, too... and now that Rie is the Lockdown Champion, I'm supposed to feel honored by facing Crystal or something? Insulted? Like, what else can I say about Crystal that I haven't already said other than "I'm literally going to eliminate her first simply because I know I can?"
Another cut, with Katie looking exasperated. Defeated, in a way.
Katie Montes:
"Moving on... I'll make a lightning round out of these next three. Akemi Hayashi, you're a fine wrestler who in due time could become a champion here. Ask Rie Shimizu how that worked out for her. But you're also a fruit loop. There is no God. If there were, they'd make my terrible reputation go away. Honey Meadows, I respect what you're trying to do. I used to be the same way, but then I realized that this world is an ugly place that would take more than one person to make it look passable. In fact, it would take more than an entire group working overtime to make this world look decent, but the first place they'd look is my house and they'd kill me and act like it's progress. Evie Van Dyke, you remind me of me in high school when I was just an upbeat country girl. Funny how all that changes once professional wrestling pushes your face into concrete from day one and never lets up, isn't it? Trust me when I tell you that, because everything I say comes from a place of truth. You know, having lived it and all."
No cut this time, as she managed to do this one in one take. Montes claps her gloved hands once as she says...
Katie Montes:
"In summation: I'm GOING to win this six-pack challenge not because anyone's terrible or anything, but because I'm the most motivated TO win it. I'm going to take that Lockdown Title from Rie Shimizu by beating her at her own game, thus giving her a receipt for costing me the briefcase that would have landed me the MWE Title. And I'm going to become the best Lockdown Champion that this world has ever seen. There's seven and a half billion people in this world, and only one can say they're the best at this one thing. Ray Allen can always say he was the best three-point shooter in the world. Jimmie Johnson can always say he is the best NASCAR driver to ever live. And sooner rather than later, Katie Montes is going to get to say she was the best Lockdown Champion in all of space and time."
And away Katie goes. She very clearly hasn't endeared herself any with the crowd, as they simply boo.
The broadcast cuts on in Victoria Salinas who is obviously in a slightly annoyed mood. Still, she’s not letting this deter her going into the match that she’s going to have a little bit later. There’s no doubt in her mind that she’s been through a really rough stretch of her career over the last year or so, but she also knows that there’s nowhere to go but up from this point forward. With that optimism in mind, she begins to express her thoughts.
Victoria Salinas:
After what happened to me at the last Riot, I have to admit… there was a part of me that wanted to laugh. I don’t know if it was the kind of laughter where you can just laugh it off and move on like nothing or the kind of laughter where you just laugh and then kind of want to cry. I don’t mean to sound so melodramatic… but REALLY? I wasn’t very happy being placed in a random four-way match that was little more than a showcase of abilities more than anything else but sure, I grinned and bore it and did what I set out to do. There’s no denying the fact that I had that match in hand… before someone else vultured it away from me…
This is where Victoria takes a pause, expressing the anger and annoyance on her face and letting the world know exactly how she feels about the situation.
Victoria Salinas:
Yes, what Charlie Webster did was within the rules. I can’t dispute that. But REALLY? For a while, I was sitting back and wondering if it’s just another sign that maybe this business has passed me by… though… thanks to perspective that thought didn’t last very long. It’s just another thing, even something so ridiculous as this, piled up on what has definitely been really 12 months of bullshit. I’m not asking myself “do I still have it?” because I KNOW I do! The question that’s been crossing my mind is… “When is this going to end?” When am I finally going to catch a break again? When am I going to have the opportunity to make my own break again? Ever since my divorce, my career has largely stayed in place. I was unceremoniously vilified for said divorce and the last company I wrestled for before here? Nothing but mediocrity!
I know Charlie nor anyone else is going to give a shit about what I’ve had to deal with over the last year, but being where I am now… all I can do is look in the god damn mirror and say that I AM BETTER THAN THIS…
I KNOW I AM BETTER THAN THIS!
I KNOW I am BETTER than letting that STUPID DIVORCE bring me down for a whole freakin’ year!
I KNOW I am BETTER than being MEDIOCRE like I was in my previous company… being “upset” by tag team division wrestlers and being an insignificant, early elimination battle royal… I’m BETTER than allowing Kelsey Spencer to beat me and drag me down to rock bottom and I KNOW I am ESPECIALLY BETTER than having someone vulture a win away from me in a crock of shit fatal four way!
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I’m DONE being a victim of circumstances! That’s all I’ve been for a whole 12 months and that’s going to end tonight!
I’m DONE with mediocrity! I’m DONE being just another face in the crowd! I’m DONE sitting back and being conservative with my “wrestling doing the talking” approach!
DONE!
I’m DONE shrinking into a corner being afraid to speak my mind because of overcritical locker room peers.
I’m DONE allowing other people live inside of my head and that especially includes YOU, Charlie Webster!
You’re the EXAMPLE tonight! I’ve held back for FAR too long! I’ve made the mistake of being the victim of the biggest regret of my CAREER for far too long! All the hell I’ve had to deal with over the last 12 months… I’ve kept it bottled up for SO long and tonight… you know what I’m going to do?
I’m going to let it ALL out on you! Is it fair? Maybe not! But revenge is the one and only thing on my mind tonight and I’m going to do whatever it takes to get it! So keep up your gloating and all your bullshit…
Because starting tonight… Victoria Salinas is DONE clinging on to just “burning desire”, she’s DONE being mediocre, hell she’s done being “just good”...
No…
It’s time for Victoria Salinas to be not mediocre, not “good”, hell not even “great”... it’s time for Victoria Salinas to be VAINGLORIOUS AGAIN! And YOU Charlie… are set to be the first idiot in Millennium Wrestling to be put in her place by my vainglorious ambition!
Victoria angrily leaves the scene, viciously determined to put so much hell behind her, as the scene fades out.
As Katie continues to celebrate, the lights in the building dim. The screen flickers, and the sight of the ring vanishes, replaced by the sight of Rie Shimizu’s advisor, Homare Kato. Sitting back in a comfortable looking leather chair, he raises one hand in greeting.
Homare Kato:
Congratulations are in order, I suppose.
He raises his other hand and brings them together in one single clap.
Homare Kato:
You managed to outlast five other wrestlers, and now have your chance at the Lockdown championship now held by Rie. Of course, as is standard with this championship, Rie is allowed to pick how she will defend the championship. Would you like to know?
Curious noises from the crowd can be heard, all wanting to know.
Homare Kato:
Then I will not make you wait. Tomorrow evening, you will face Rie for the Lockdown championship. But Rie had already decided that the person who won this match, had went through enough just to reach her. Anything else would be undue pressure on her opponent, give herself an advantage. That just won't do. As such, your match with Rie shall simply be...a match.
He raises both hands, each holding up one finger.
Homare Kato:
One on one. A simple test of who is the better wrestler.
He drops both hands and a small smile appears on his face.
Homare Kato:
That is the way things should be. No need for some violent affair. That is not what should be put on for those departed watching now. Just fair, based on skill. Where the better wrestler succeeds. That is what Rie’s reign will be known for. One that will honor all.
And with that the sight of Kato vanishes, leaving Katie in the ring.
Standing backstage moments before her match against Victoria Salinas was none other than the self-dubbed “Riot’s Finest” Charlie Webster. Webster, obviously dressed in her wrestling gear, chuckled a little bit. Of course she’s fresh off a grueling win in the last Riot before Viva.
Charlie Webster:
Oh how glorious tonight is. It’s a lovely Saturday night and I get to extend my pay per view winning streak this evening. I mean, after all, I won last time on THE DAMN PRE-SHOW.
She’s still mad about that.
Charlie Webster:
Tonight I get to be on the actual pay per view card and it’s about time that Riot’s Finest gets such an honor. I grace all of you with my presence week in and week out. I don’t whine about traitors. I don’t complain about this or that. I don’t do any of it. I show up for work, speak a few words none of these rubes like and win. I win.
A smile forms on her face after saying that.
Charlie Webster:
Victoria Salinas gets to face me again tonight. She’s acting like she should’ve won on Riot but nooooo. She accuses me of taking “the easy cowards way” of waiting to pounce when the time was right. The last I knew that was called strategy. Don’t be a salty Sally because you didn’t think of it first!
The smile stays on Charlie’s face as she continues.
Charlie Webster:
Look, you did well, I won’t lie about that. You did an amazing job but you were outsmarted by me. And you cannot admit it. Can’t wait for you to make more excuses in half an hour or so. I mean, goodness Vicky, you willingly moved to Canada!
That smile is replaced by a look of horror and disgust, like if someone stole Kent Brockman’s danish.
Charlie Webster:
YOU WILLINGLY MOVED TO CANADA. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Yes, not wrestling gets Charlie this heated but people moving to Canada.
Charlie Webster:
That alone shows me you couldn’t be smart enough to win. That’s strike one. Strike two is that you’re over 30 and anyone over 30 is way too old to wrestle anymore. Go retire and be a grandma. Strike three? You’re from Montana. It’s not your fault you lack the ability to think. When you’re taught by a buncha cows in a field because like six people live in Montana, it’s just bound to happen.
A simple shrug from Charlie.
Charlie Webster:
Riot’s Finest will outsmart you again tonight and then I MIGHT FINALLY GET A TITLE SHOT AROUND HERE!
Oh, right, she’s mad about that too. Charlie storms off muttering something about everyone else gets a shot and here I am winning matches and I only get shit for it.
As we come back from commercial, Dean Smith’s music fills the arena and his titantron video plays. The words “You Bring The Fight” are projected onto the arena mat before breaking into “I End It”. Dean Smith then walks out holding the Millennium Invictus Championship over his shoulder and a microphone in the other. He’s dressed to compete in Mexico themed trunks and elbow pads. He’s wearing his You Bring the Fight, I End It shirt to cover up his tattoos and makes his way down to the ring.
A referee inside the ring takes the title for him and he steps between the ropes before taking his title back, climbing two turnbuckles to raise up the belt he worked so hard to attain and eventually dismounts once his music begins to fade out.
Dean Smith:
Millennium Wrestling’s got a lot of matches set for you tomorrow night. We’ve still got three title matches set for tonight and good luck to them. Champs, Liv...Tiff and The Happy Few. Challengers...Eliza...Seth…Oliv and Levi, good luck to you all tonight. I’m sure you’ve been studying tapes, I’m sure you’ve been fine tuning your game plan for your opponents but not me.
He shakes his head, chewing on his cheek very briefly.
Dean Smith:
I’ve got my title on the line and I had what? One...two...three. Four...multiple people jumping at the chance to try and take this off me.
Dean moves his shoulder forward to show off the Invictus Championship. Allowing a close up off the title’s lovely design with his name in the nameplate.
Dean Smith:
I haven’t been able to study, I haven’t been able to fine tune. I’ve been kept in the dark about who Yulia wants me to go head to head with for three rounds. I know you’ve all been waiting, so let’s see who...let’s see who Yulia’s decided is the best pick for the Invictus Championship…
The building goes silent for a few moments as the fans and Dean are waiting anxiously to see who is going to accept the open challenge. Finally, 'Fly' by Nicki Minaj begins to play and the fans know immediately who uses that song as their entrance music as they erupt! Dean looks like he half expected this as he nods and pats his championship.
A spotlight captures Rayven Hardy making her entrance through the fans as she always has done. It takes her nearly two minutes to make it down to ringside as she was greeting as many fans as she could. When she finally reaches ringside, a few fans help her over the barricade and she's now standing outside the ring with a huge smile plastered on her face.
Rayven is handed a microphone as she walks up the ring steps and finally enters the ring. She was dressed to compete in gold attire.
She walks right up to Dean and looks at the Invictus Championship as her music fades out. The smile hasn't left her face since she first was captured by the camera. Bringing the microphone to her lips, she takes a deep breath before she begins.
Rayven Hardy:
I can't believe I'm finally saying this but....
She pauses for dramatic effect.
Rayven Hardy:
I'm back!!!
The fans absolutely lose it as one of their favorites was finally back in Millennium for what seems like for good.
Rayven Hardy:
And as much as tonight would be perfect if I walked out with the Invictus championship, it would take a miracle for that to happen right? I mean I've missed over six months due to injury. Dean is incredibly talented and...wait...did I say a miracle?
Rayven's smile spreads as the fans begin to chant Mir-A-Cle! Mir-A-Cle! Mir-A-Cle!'
Rayven Hardy:
Well they do call me the San Fran Miracle, right?
She pauses once more to let the fans get their cheers out.
Rayven Hardy:
As far as your open challenge goes, it's simple, Dean. I accept!
This brings a small but undeniable smile start to form across Dean's face. He nods approvingly and brings the mic back up to speak.
Dean Smith:
Alright. Let's do it, Miracle. Get the judges out here and see how you do. The crowd here tonight seem to think you’ll be a challenge and I think they’re right.
The crowd pop but Dean holds up his hand as he has something to add.
Dean Smith:
Show them they’re right.
I Quit Match
Kenzie Garrett VS Kymmy Oliver
The Misery, who was now stirring, realized what was happening and forced himself to his feet. At first he appeared surprised, but it soon became evident that he was pleased with what had transpired. He raised Heath’s arms into the air triumphantly… but before he could celebrate for long, Williams dragged him into position for a double-arm DDT and nailed him with Frozen Over.
Bea Torres:
Wait, so… Heath isn’t working with The Misery?
Jared Idol:
I don’t know what’s going on at this point, Bea. But I guess not.
Williams then reached down towards The Misery’s head, and pulled his mask off. There lay an unconscious man with short blonde hair.Bea Torres:
Who is that, Jared?! Who is that?!
Jared Idol:
I don’t have a clue. He’s nobody I’ve ever seen before.
Williams then went over to the ropes and demanded a microphone, his demands quickly met. He began pacing backwards and forwards in the ring with a look of pure giddy excitement.
Heath Williams:
Oh, I bet you all have soooo many questions.
Williams stopped and looked over in the direction where Cheesecake was still laid out flat on the ground.
Heath Williams:
I’m going to take one out of your play book, Ophelia… here’s my own variation of what you said to The Misery a couple months ago at Dark Web…
Williams cleared his throat.
Heath Williams:
Suuurpriiise… bet you weren’t counting on that, were you? While you’re lying there, hopefully in as much pain as possible… I want you to take a moment to realize what you’ve been doing around here. For months, you’ve been playing detective, trying to figure out who The Misery is, thinking you’ve been one step ahead this entire time… but in reality, Ophelia… you’re just a dumb little girl who’s been ten steps behind, trying so desperately to live up to the name of your dead father. The very same dead father I used to wail on back in Solid Studios. But enough about him. Let’s get back to the matter at hand.
Williams turned to Barv, who was barely conscious on the mat.
Heath Williams:
Big Barv, huh? What the hell happened to you, Bickerton? It wasn’t that long ago you were taking me to my absolute limit, taking VoW by storm, acting as the figure head for that little cult you and your ex girlfriend had going on.
Williams turned to the audience.
Heath Williams:
Yeah, news flash, if you didn’t know, Tyron Bickerton over here used to bone one half of the Uncanny Socialites. I’ll let you guess which one. Pro tip; it wasn’t Kelsey Spencer.
Williams turned to Barv once again.
Heath Williams:
Seriously, you had it all going for you. Sure, after our last encounter I had you shipped off to Sea World, but have you never heard of Uber? You could have come back the very next Breakthrough, exacted your revenge then clawed your way to the top of the mountain. But what did you do instead? You tucked your tail in between your legs and pissed off back home like a spoiled little chump. Hell, you could have even made your return and taken back the I4NI Championship, because little did anyone know, I got injured in our match, Bickerton. I kept it under wraps, but I had a fractured spine. I could barely move my arms. Doctors from all over were surprised I could move at all! I was a medical miracle. But even then, I had to walk away from the business. I had no choice… unlike you. Yeah, I know you went back to the indies for a while, but you made damn well sure you returned to the ring somewhere you knew I wouldn’t be.
Williams smiled.
Heath Williams:
You were scared of me. You always were. You knew that no matter what, I was always going to be better than you. From the second we walked into COA all those years ago, it was made evident from the start that I was the star. I was the HBK, and you were the Janetty. I was the The Wrestling Machine, and you were The Copycat Kid. I was The Hardcore Hero, and you… were the Fly Man... but I’m glad to see that the courage was finally pulled out of your ass and shoved down your throat, even if it did take a pink-haired thot to bring it out of you. Which by the way, I didn’t expect. I had no idea Cheesecake was going to become apart of this, and nor did I The Manic, but I’m glad they did because it just made my little game that much more interesting.
The blonde haired man wearing the black morphsuit crawled over, reaching out a hand and grabbing the back of Heath’s leg. Williams turned around, and looked down.
Heath Williams:
Oh, Duncan. I almost forgot about you. How could I overlook the biggest pawn in all of this? You see, ladies and gentleman, this pathetic waste of fresh air, who you’ve all been playing Guess Who with the last five months, is Duncan Watts. Pretty anticlimactic, huh? Good. I met Mr Watts about seven years ago at a wrestling convention, where he told me he was my biggest fan, and wished he could be me. Then he went on to tell me all about how he grew up as a borderline schizophrenic and had spent his life taking antipsychotics to keep the voices away. Yep, the man you’re looking at, is a complete nutcase with a false sense of identity.
Williams turned back to Barv.
Heath Williams:
So flashforward to last year, where I wanted to make my return to the squared circle, and have all the fun in the world messing with “Big Barv” and his tiny little brain. I knew that to play this game properly, I wouldn’t be able to waltz on in and challenge Bickerton to come out of retirement. It just wasn’t going to work that way. Because, going back to what I said before, I knew he wouldn’t face me like a man. Not to mention, if I donned the morphsuit and signed up as The Misery myself, Bickerton would have known straight away that it was me, and that would have taken away all the fun. So, I contacted Duncan over here, told him I wanted to meet him for coffee and catch up. Obviously, he was excited to sit down and hang out with his favorite wrestler and accepted the invitation no questions asked.
Williams started to laugh.
Heath Williams:
Let me tell you, it was all too easy to convince him to stop taking his meds. And once he did, I found a hypnotism specialist on the deep web. So, Duncan and I drove for ten hours straight to meet up with this hypnotist in North Carolina. Once there, we spent about a month convincing Watts to believe he was me. And once that was done, we spent another couple of weeks constructing this bizarre, elaborate backstory of who The Misery was and how he came to be, and planted it inside this lunatic’s head. And before you social justice warriors claim foul play, and report me to the law, I have documented proof that Mr Watts here was more than willing to be apart of this little experiment. Then after Duncan had fully accepted his role of The Misery, I taught him to wrestle. Now obviously, I knew it would have been a dumb play to teach him every single little step in every single one of my moves, because that would have taken away too much mystique from the game. Mystique that was necessary for the game to play out perfectly the way it has. But there also needed to be enough of that Heath Williams flavor in The Misery’s arsenal to lead to that suspicion. Then, my favorite part in the whole process, we made him forget about all the hypnotism and training, and in that moment, he became my very own personal clone.
Williams stomped Duncan’s head into the mat, then kicked him in the ribs.
Heath Williams:
Thank you, Mr Watts, for being my guinea pig. Thank you, Mr Bickerton, for being the fuel to this game. Thank you Miss Johnson, for being the airhead you are. Thank you, Miss Manic, for being a pleasant surprise.
Williams turned to Pinhead.
Heath Williams:
And thank you, Mr Pinhead for being my confidant and the only other soul on this planet who knew exactly what was going on. But that part’s your story, Pinhead. And I’ll let you tell it whenever and however you so please.
Williams turned back to the crowd.
Heath Williams:
Oh, and thank you, MWE fans, for being just as stupid and clueless as I knew you would be.
And with that, Williams dropped the microphone, before exiting the ring with Pinhead in tow. He extended a hand towards The Manic, who seemed hesitant between accepting the invitation, and going to check on Duncan Watts. In the end, the ultimatum was decided, and she took Heath’s hand and left with him in victory as Devilskin’s “Little Pills” played in the background.
Crystal Hilton:
Hello to everyone who might be watching this. I go by many names in the wrestling world. Names that range from Crystal, Christina, Rose, Hilton, Lopez, or even Zdunich, I know there are so many names but deep down this is the place where my wrestling identity was born. This was the place where everything came into focus for me and I am proud to come back here.
Crystal can’t help but chuckle as she looks at her surroundings and she continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
14 years ago when I was only 17 years old I traveled from Detroit all the way to Mexico City. I really didn’t know anything at the time. I was already the mother of a four year old girl. I had dropped out of school because of a teen pregnancy and I was just entirely shattered as an individual. It was right here where my father took me in. I always questioned why I looked different from everyone else but being Half Black and Half Mexican I see it now. The man who I thought was my father took me in and he put me right in the middle of the school. Pedro had other children of his own a daughter Maia and a son in Jamal. Yet despite his own children that grew up with him he focused mainly on me.
Crystal smirks some more as she nods her head and continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
He put a lot into me and I never took things seriously. I made a name for myself in the school as a masked beauty named La Paloma and I rose up through the ranks establishing myself. It felt great to be in this school and my father gave me a love that was unconditional. I was able to grow up as a woman and I took everything to another level. While being in this school I would become the best student he ever had and a big legend in Mexico. I was my father’s pride and joy and that’s funny to me considering he didn’t even know me until I was about 16. He chose his half breed daughter over two others who grew up with him. He picked me as his successor and yet I disrespected the school. I just wasn’t grateful.
Crystal sighs again as she shakes her head in disgust and continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
I left my mask behind because I wanted people to see this face of mine. I wanted to be remembered forever. I wanted my own glory so I stormed out of here and I went on to do my own thing. When I got to the states things weren’t as I thought they would be. People never really appreciated Women’s wrestling in the companies I competed for. I was treated as mere eye candy and would wrestle in quick 3 minute matches. Things just never seemed to be serious. I eventually did find places where people respected women’s wrestling. My name became a household name. One thing led to another and I became World Champion after World Champion. I got into movies and had a huge pop star career. Everything couldn’t have gone smoothly and I am just so proud of all of it. My name was in top billing and I was the star people paid to see. It didn’t get better than that and my biggest smile came in 2011 when I was voted as the best women’s wrestler in the world point blank. I have won fourteen World Championships and have been inducted into 4 Hall of Fames. I would say my career has been nothing short but astonishing.
Crystal paces around.
Crystal Hilton:
Yet what really made me felt it was worth it when I came here about 5 years ago and my father was happy to see me. He was happy that his daughter had returned and he passed this gym to me. Now I am responsible for the future of wrestling and his legacy. I am looked at it for so much. I am thankful for my roots and I know in recent times I haven’t said much. I found out that he is really my uncle and my biological father is his brother who hasn’t done jack shit for his family. Yet I have to appreciate Pedro because I know he is my father. He took the responsibility when it came to me and I will give back to him. Now that we are competing in Mexico City I have to represent this school with pride. I have to showcase that I am the same Crystal that they saw blossom before their eyes and with a huge PPV in my city in front of my fellow Mexicans I can’t let them down.
Crystal chuckles again as she continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton:
The Lockdown Championship is what I want. It is what I am destined to have and I need to make it mine to prove to everyone in this company that I am not the same scrub or washed up bum who came into this company. I did have a little streak when I won some very key matches back to back, and although Katie Montes may have caused me to steer off of the course I am still focused on winning when it counts. I am still assure of myself to go face Rie on the next night and beat him too. You can line up the likes of Akemi, Javen, Honey, Evie Van Dyke and what have you but I need this win. You can throw Katie Montes in front of me again but I need to ebat her to prove myself. I need to win these two matches for these great people because I have been dying for a big break out moment like this. I need a reason to smile again and the Lockdown Championship can bring that for me.
Crystal smiles again as she nods her head speaking some more.
Crystal Hilton:
I am thankful for everything I have accomplished. I am thankful for getting my ass beat by Luna and Selina, and watching the work that went into that Lockdown Championship. When I win the title it is going to be in honor of my biggest rival that I have ever had in wrestling. This one is going to be for Freya Kane, and I am going to bring back Pure Rules to this company because when her and I were fighting for that title it was competitive but it was also fun. Bless your soul Freya you are probably shaking her head in disgust at me but this one is for you just like it’s for all of these people in Mexico. On the Lopez name, on the Hilton name, on the insert last name shut the fuck up Crystal. I will prove myself worthy and I will be standing victorious as the champion. So please stop me. Show me you can stop this drive of mine. Let’s do this Mexico shall we?! This rose will forever blossom…
With that Crystal continues to smile as we go elsewhere
Singles Match
Rome Endrizzi VS Jason KortareKortare’s stint in Millennium has been quite the disappointment, and tonight’s match looked like a last strand for the Bronx born fighter. He seemed to be aware of it as well as he walked to the ring where Rome Endrizzi was waiting for him, looking slightly nervous to make his debut in MWE. Desperate times call for desperate measures and Kortare took an early advantage with a cheap shot before the bell. The right jab to the jaw caught Endrizzi off guard, and before he could even realize what happened, he found himself in the corner, courtesy of an irish whip from Jason who was now charging at full speed rocking him with a running corner european uppercut. Rome was on his knees, crawling to the center of the ring and pulling himself up, while his opponent climbed to the top rope and, as soon as he turned around, he jumped off with a double axe handle to the skull, knocking the rookie down. Jason made the cover, but all he got out of this was a count of two. He pulled the opponent up and sent him against the ropes, hitting him with a back elbow on the rebound. Keeping this aggressiveness, he stomped Rome to the mat, eventually pulling him up and hitting him with a series of hard chops and forearm shots, before picking up for a body slam. Rome slipped away, landing behind Jason and pushing him chest first against the nearby ropes, connecting a snap german suplex when he bounced back. That move alone was enough to earn him his first round of applause, and many more followed as he started to growing more and more confident as the match went on, building some momentum with a hard hitting strikes based offense. An impressive series of lefts and rights, ended by a spinning backfist, docked Jason, and earned Rome his first nearfall of the match. There wasn’t much room for technical efforts in what turned out to be a brawling contest between the two men. Not that this seemed to be an issue for the mexican fans who were loving the show these two put on nonetheless. Especially when the rookie was beating the crap out of Kortare, coming close to the win with a facebuste after a standing side kick. Jason was able to kick out, but he seemed to be now at the mercy of Rome, unable to find a counter to his precise strikes. A jumping knee would have probably knocked Jason out, if it wasn’t for the ropes keeping him up. But it was just a matter of a minute before Rome ended the match with a Faded Line (suplex into a ddt), picking up the win in his professional debut. WINNER: Rome Endrizzi BY: Pinfall (Faded Line), 5:38 |
OH WOW EDITING! A video plays of Katie Montes in full wrestling gear, looking as though she's ready to drop the hottest track of 2019.
Katie Montes:
"Look, I could tell you that everyone has a good reason for wanting to win this six-pack challenge aside being a challenger to the Lockdown Championship. I'd even bet a couple of my opponents actually do. I won't confirm or deny that. But the truth is no one in this match has as good of a reason for challenging for the title as I do for winning it. See, since day one of my return, I've been keeping tabs on everyone I've interacted with. Every single one, not just in Millennium, not just in IYH, not just in NCW... everyone from anywhere that chooses to interact with me, I keep tabs on. And the current Lockdown Champion? Rie Shimizu? Well, no matter what anyone says, she cost me a shot at that Briefcase... which would have been my easy way to the MWE Title. Duke Andrews cost me that same opportunity, but he has his own demons to face at this point. For Rie, however? I couldn't think of a more fitting receipt than taking that Lockdown title from her and becoming the best Lockdown Champion this sport has ever seen."
The view cuts once, because this is a video as opposed to being live. There's a picture of Javen in the upper-left corner.
Katie Montes:
"That brings me to Duke Andrews's opponent's brother Javen. I'll tell you again like I told you on Twitter; all the flippy shit you've been trying to learn? Isn't gonna do you much good against me: a purveyor of flippy shit with better motivation than you. You're probably fighting for your brother so he can feel better about his chances tomorrow night. How this plays out in your head is that you'll be cheering him on from somewhere in this place with the Lockdown Title strapped snugly around your waist... and CM grinds Duke's face into that steel mesh en route to his victory. Congratulations, J: The Brothers McMillon have finally won."
Another cut, this time of an animated-looking bomb that says "truth" on it over Javen's face.
Katie Montes:
"But in real life, which is kinda what I dabble in? That's only half of what the only logical outcome should be... which is me giving Rie Shimizu her receipt for her part in costing me that Briefcase, taking the Lockdown Title for myself, and letting no one stop me from being the best champion in wrestling today. But at least you have the moral victory afterwards. Congratulations, J: you have better morals than everyone else in this match, but since when has that ever helped anyone in a match? Oh, right... never. I would know because having morals IN the ring cost me my chance at becoming the greatest Zero Gravity Champion that Visionaries of Wrestling had ever seen. It's all well and good to have morals outside of the ring. But when that bell rings? All bets are off, I'm fucking hungry for more gold than I know what to do with, and I have to get through you and at least 5 others to start the Katie-Has-This-On-Lockdown tour."
Yet another cut, now with Crystal Hilton's face replacing Javen's.
Katie Montes:
"Which brings me to Crys--oh fucking christ... Crystal Hilton again?"
Immediately, another cut. This time accompanied with a beep and a quick white flash. Same situation as Javen, with the bomb, the "truth", what have you.
Katie Montes:
"Look, I beat her AND Rie when I looked like that girl from Damages. I never so much as received a pat on the back for that. Oh, but now that Crystal was in the Quag Cup, which by the way I beat her during that whole shebang, too... and now that Rie is the Lockdown Champion, I'm supposed to feel honored by facing Crystal or something? Insulted? Like, what else can I say about Crystal that I haven't already said other than "I'm literally going to eliminate her first simply because I know I can?"
Another cut, with Katie looking exasperated. Defeated, in a way.
Katie Montes:
"Moving on... I'll make a lightning round out of these next three. Akemi Hayashi, you're a fine wrestler who in due time could become a champion here. Ask Rie Shimizu how that worked out for her. But you're also a fruit loop. There is no God. If there were, they'd make my terrible reputation go away. Honey Meadows, I respect what you're trying to do. I used to be the same way, but then I realized that this world is an ugly place that would take more than one person to make it look passable. In fact, it would take more than an entire group working overtime to make this world look decent, but the first place they'd look is my house and they'd kill me and act like it's progress. Evie Van Dyke, you remind me of me in high school when I was just an upbeat country girl. Funny how all that changes once professional wrestling pushes your face into concrete from day one and never lets up, isn't it? Trust me when I tell you that, because everything I say comes from a place of truth. You know, having lived it and all."
No cut this time, as she managed to do this one in one take. Montes claps her gloved hands once as she says...
Katie Montes:
"In summation: I'm GOING to win this six-pack challenge not because anyone's terrible or anything, but because I'm the most motivated TO win it. I'm going to take that Lockdown Title from Rie Shimizu by beating her at her own game, thus giving her a receipt for costing me the briefcase that would have landed me the MWE Title. And I'm going to become the best Lockdown Champion that this world has ever seen. There's seven and a half billion people in this world, and only one can say they're the best at this one thing. Ray Allen can always say he was the best three-point shooter in the world. Jimmie Johnson can always say he is the best NASCAR driver to ever live. And sooner rather than later, Katie Montes is going to get to say she was the best Lockdown Champion in all of space and time."
And away Katie goes. She very clearly hasn't endeared herself any with the crowd, as they simply boo.
The broadcast cuts on in Victoria Salinas who is obviously in a slightly annoyed mood. Still, she’s not letting this deter her going into the match that she’s going to have a little bit later. There’s no doubt in her mind that she’s been through a really rough stretch of her career over the last year or so, but she also knows that there’s nowhere to go but up from this point forward. With that optimism in mind, she begins to express her thoughts.
Victoria Salinas:
After what happened to me at the last Riot, I have to admit… there was a part of me that wanted to laugh. I don’t know if it was the kind of laughter where you can just laugh it off and move on like nothing or the kind of laughter where you just laugh and then kind of want to cry. I don’t mean to sound so melodramatic… but REALLY? I wasn’t very happy being placed in a random four-way match that was little more than a showcase of abilities more than anything else but sure, I grinned and bore it and did what I set out to do. There’s no denying the fact that I had that match in hand… before someone else vultured it away from me…
This is where Victoria takes a pause, expressing the anger and annoyance on her face and letting the world know exactly how she feels about the situation.
Victoria Salinas:
Yes, what Charlie Webster did was within the rules. I can’t dispute that. But REALLY? For a while, I was sitting back and wondering if it’s just another sign that maybe this business has passed me by… though… thanks to perspective that thought didn’t last very long. It’s just another thing, even something so ridiculous as this, piled up on what has definitely been really 12 months of bullshit. I’m not asking myself “do I still have it?” because I KNOW I do! The question that’s been crossing my mind is… “When is this going to end?” When am I finally going to catch a break again? When am I going to have the opportunity to make my own break again? Ever since my divorce, my career has largely stayed in place. I was unceremoniously vilified for said divorce and the last company I wrestled for before here? Nothing but mediocrity!
I know Charlie nor anyone else is going to give a shit about what I’ve had to deal with over the last year, but being where I am now… all I can do is look in the god damn mirror and say that I AM BETTER THAN THIS…
I KNOW I AM BETTER THAN THIS!
I KNOW I am BETTER than letting that STUPID DIVORCE bring me down for a whole freakin’ year!
I KNOW I am BETTER than being MEDIOCRE like I was in my previous company… being “upset” by tag team division wrestlers and being an insignificant, early elimination battle royal… I’m BETTER than allowing Kelsey Spencer to beat me and drag me down to rock bottom and I KNOW I am ESPECIALLY BETTER than having someone vulture a win away from me in a crock of shit fatal four way!
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I’m DONE being a victim of circumstances! That’s all I’ve been for a whole 12 months and that’s going to end tonight!
I’m DONE with mediocrity! I’m DONE being just another face in the crowd! I’m DONE sitting back and being conservative with my “wrestling doing the talking” approach!
DONE!
I’m DONE shrinking into a corner being afraid to speak my mind because of overcritical locker room peers.
I’m DONE allowing other people live inside of my head and that especially includes YOU, Charlie Webster!
You’re the EXAMPLE tonight! I’ve held back for FAR too long! I’ve made the mistake of being the victim of the biggest regret of my CAREER for far too long! All the hell I’ve had to deal with over the last 12 months… I’ve kept it bottled up for SO long and tonight… you know what I’m going to do?
I’m going to let it ALL out on you! Is it fair? Maybe not! But revenge is the one and only thing on my mind tonight and I’m going to do whatever it takes to get it! So keep up your gloating and all your bullshit…
Because starting tonight… Victoria Salinas is DONE clinging on to just “burning desire”, she’s DONE being mediocre, hell she’s done being “just good”...
No…
It’s time for Victoria Salinas to be not mediocre, not “good”, hell not even “great”... it’s time for Victoria Salinas to be VAINGLORIOUS AGAIN! And YOU Charlie… are set to be the first idiot in Millennium Wrestling to be put in her place by my vainglorious ambition!
Victoria angrily leaves the scene, viciously determined to put so much hell behind her, as the scene fades out.
Six Pack Challenge Match
Winner will challenge Rie Shimizu for the Lockdown Championship on night 2
Evie Van Dyke VS Akemi Hayashi VS Honey B. Meadows VS Crystal Hilton VS Katie Montes VS JavenWinner will challenge Rie Shimizu for the Lockdown Championship on night 2
If you had to describe this match in two words they would be chaotic and fast-paced, as you could expect from this kind of match. The high stakes and the one fall to a finish stipulation all contributed to increase the spectacularity of a contest that kept the fans on the edge of their seats since the very beginning of the match, when Honey B tried to take advantage of the chaos happening in the ring rolling Crystal Hilton up and coming real close to the early, shocking win. The multi time world champion got back at the rookie with a hard slap, more humiliating than hurting. Honey might be a rookie, but that didn’t mean she would stand for it and she reacted furiously, jumping on the purple haired and taking her down with a Lou Thesz Press, unloading a flurry of lefts and rights to her face. Crystal managed to roll over and switch positions, sitting now on Meadows’ chest and returning the courtesy and even slamming her head to the canvas. On the opposite side of the ring, Katie Montes and Akemi Ayashi were trading holds. The japanese had now the opponent in a waistlock and pushed her against the ropes, pinning her shoulders to the mat with an O’Connor Roll. Katie was expecting it and immediately kicked out, tolling through and quickly getting back to her feet, connecting a deadly superkick that caught Hayashi right to the chin, leaving her stunned against the ropes. Wasting no time, Katie took a short run to the opposite side of the ring and launched herself against the opponent, taking both Akemi and herself out of the ring with a crossbody, landing not too far away from where Crystal was stomping Honey against the barricades. Evie was looking impressive against Javen, hitting the McMillion with some interesting striking combinations. But eventually Simon’s experience paid out, and he managed to get rid of the young rookie sending her over the top rope with a clothesline. Javen was now the only one left in the ring. A quick look outside where his opponents were fighting or trying to get back to their feet and the Thrillibilly had one of his ideas. He ran up the nearest corner and dove on the multitude of opponents with a swanton bomb, taking them all out and earning a round of applause from the mexican fans. Oddly enough, the ring remained empty for a few minutes, despite the referee’s attempts to call the competitors back between the ropes. It was a carnage of broken bodies laying now on the outside, Javen was laying on top of the barricade with Crystal charging at him and knocking him off with a running knee to the side of the head. Honey was the first to climb back in the ring after whipping Montes against the steel steps, and Evie followed her after taking out Akemi with a diving bulldog from the apron. As Van Dyke made it back in the ring., Honey caught her with a kick to the stomach and a snap ddt, climbing to the top rope and connecting a breathtaking hurricanrana that almost gave her the win. Evie kicked out, quickly catching the opponent with a right hand to the jaw, following with an irish whip. Stealing a page from her boyfriend Dustin Douglas, she slammed Honey to the mat with a spinebuster, making the cover for another near fall. Meadows was slowly getting up when Van Dyke kicked her head off with the OK-Kick (roundhouse kick(. It took a last minute saving from Crystal Hilton to keep this match alive, at least until she planted the young rookie on her head with the Rock & Roll (swinging snap ddt). Crystal couldn’t capitalize on her finishing move since Javen was right behind her and tapped her on her shoulder, kicking her and connecting the Javen Effect, quickly dropping into a cover, broken up by the returning Honey who then superkicked him to dreamland. Katie Montes sneaked back in the ring and hit Honey with the Hokuto No Ken, a quick flurry of punches to the head and chest, finishing her sequence with the Shock Kick (Springboard roundhouse kick). She then waited for Meadows to start getting up to connect with her Chaos Drive (running curb stomp) and make the cover, earning her shot at Rie Shimizu and her Lockdown Championship. WINNER: Katie Montes BY: Pinfall (Chaos Drive), Time |
As Katie continues to celebrate, the lights in the building dim. The screen flickers, and the sight of the ring vanishes, replaced by the sight of Rie Shimizu’s advisor, Homare Kato. Sitting back in a comfortable looking leather chair, he raises one hand in greeting.
Homare Kato:
Congratulations are in order, I suppose.
He raises his other hand and brings them together in one single clap.
Homare Kato:
You managed to outlast five other wrestlers, and now have your chance at the Lockdown championship now held by Rie. Of course, as is standard with this championship, Rie is allowed to pick how she will defend the championship. Would you like to know?
Curious noises from the crowd can be heard, all wanting to know.
Homare Kato:
Then I will not make you wait. Tomorrow evening, you will face Rie for the Lockdown championship. But Rie had already decided that the person who won this match, had went through enough just to reach her. Anything else would be undue pressure on her opponent, give herself an advantage. That just won't do. As such, your match with Rie shall simply be...a match.
He raises both hands, each holding up one finger.
Homare Kato:
One on one. A simple test of who is the better wrestler.
He drops both hands and a small smile appears on his face.
Homare Kato:
That is the way things should be. No need for some violent affair. That is not what should be put on for those departed watching now. Just fair, based on skill. Where the better wrestler succeeds. That is what Rie’s reign will be known for. One that will honor all.
And with that the sight of Kato vanishes, leaving Katie in the ring.
Standing backstage moments before her match against Victoria Salinas was none other than the self-dubbed “Riot’s Finest” Charlie Webster. Webster, obviously dressed in her wrestling gear, chuckled a little bit. Of course she’s fresh off a grueling win in the last Riot before Viva.
Charlie Webster:
Oh how glorious tonight is. It’s a lovely Saturday night and I get to extend my pay per view winning streak this evening. I mean, after all, I won last time on THE DAMN PRE-SHOW.
She’s still mad about that.
Charlie Webster:
Tonight I get to be on the actual pay per view card and it’s about time that Riot’s Finest gets such an honor. I grace all of you with my presence week in and week out. I don’t whine about traitors. I don’t complain about this or that. I don’t do any of it. I show up for work, speak a few words none of these rubes like and win. I win.
A smile forms on her face after saying that.
Charlie Webster:
Victoria Salinas gets to face me again tonight. She’s acting like she should’ve won on Riot but nooooo. She accuses me of taking “the easy cowards way” of waiting to pounce when the time was right. The last I knew that was called strategy. Don’t be a salty Sally because you didn’t think of it first!
The smile stays on Charlie’s face as she continues.
Charlie Webster:
Look, you did well, I won’t lie about that. You did an amazing job but you were outsmarted by me. And you cannot admit it. Can’t wait for you to make more excuses in half an hour or so. I mean, goodness Vicky, you willingly moved to Canada!
That smile is replaced by a look of horror and disgust, like if someone stole Kent Brockman’s danish.
Charlie Webster:
YOU WILLINGLY MOVED TO CANADA. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Yes, not wrestling gets Charlie this heated but people moving to Canada.
Charlie Webster:
That alone shows me you couldn’t be smart enough to win. That’s strike one. Strike two is that you’re over 30 and anyone over 30 is way too old to wrestle anymore. Go retire and be a grandma. Strike three? You’re from Montana. It’s not your fault you lack the ability to think. When you’re taught by a buncha cows in a field because like six people live in Montana, it’s just bound to happen.
A simple shrug from Charlie.
Charlie Webster:
Riot’s Finest will outsmart you again tonight and then I MIGHT FINALLY GET A TITLE SHOT AROUND HERE!
Oh, right, she’s mad about that too. Charlie storms off muttering something about everyone else gets a shot and here I am winning matches and I only get shit for it.
Singles Match
Victoria Salinas VS Charlie WebsterVictoria’s experience is on full display as the match gets underway, taking control of Charlie with a quickness. She moves through a blinding series of holds after the lockup until she picks both of Webster’s legs from behind and gets her into a crossface style submission. Charlie is able to slip free after a few moments, however, and comes out on top after a brief tussle on the mat. Webster delivers forearm after forearm after forearm to the face of Salinas, until Victoria is seeing stars and just barely able to toss Charlie off to give herself room to breathe. Salinas gets to her feet and looks to rally with a whip to the corner, but Webster plants her feet and sends Victoria into the turnbuckles instead, following up with a running hip attack! Victoria falls out and Charlie goes for the pain with a handful of tights, but the ref catches it and Salinas kicks out! A Chick Kick from Victoria a few minutes later gives her the opening she needs to make her comeback. She sends Charlie to the ropes and blasts her with a kitchen sink on the way out, leaving Webster on the mat and in perfect position for a handspring moonsault from Salinas! It’s Victoria’s turn to hook the leg, but she gets just two before Charlie shoves her off. Victoria isn’t deterred, though, and keeps up the offense, dropping back into the ropes for some extra pepper on a blistering Busaiku knee! Salinas once more makes the pin, nearly getting the three, but Webster throws a foot on the bottom rope at the last second. Victoria’s comeback doesn’t last, though. After a few minutes Charlie has regained control with a hip toss that lets her get into position to clock Salinas with a spinning wheel kick as she stands! Victoria is knocked back into the ropes, and on the way out Webster wraps her up for a northern lights suplex! She bridges for the pin, but Salinas finds the determination to get the shoulder up in time. Webster slaps the mat in frustration and demands that the ref count faster next time, but she doesn’t let up on Victoria, dragging her up by the hair for a pair of stiff forearm strikes to the face. With Salinas dazed, she hefts her up and drills her into the canvas with a body slam! Going for the pin once more, Charlie braces her feet on the bottom rope for extra leverage, but the official once more catches it and stops the count, leaving Webster shouting her irritation. Late in the match Victoria has managed to stall Charlie’s offense more than once, causing Webster’s ire to grow and grow. After being whipped into the corner, she sags against it, taking the chance to remove the middle turnbuckle cover! Victoria charges, and Charlie tries to use a drop toe hold to send her into that unprotected turnbuckle! Salinas catches herself on the ropes just inches from impact and rolls to the side. The official grabs the pad and scolds Webster, but the two women are right back at it. Charlie rolls Victoria into a knee bar moments later, but fortunately for Salinas she’s close enough to the ropes to force the break. Webster, of course, holds on for the full count for as much damage as she can get. She gets a quick hold on Victoria after release, getting her into position for the jumping piledriver… but Salinas manages to slide free for a modified sort of victory roll! Webster kicks out but Victoria has already gone to the top rope, leaping off for her Burning Desire as Charlie attempts to stand. She hooks the far leg and gets one… two… three! WINNER: Victoria Salinas BY: Pinfall (Burning Desire), 10:09 |
As we come back from commercial, Dean Smith’s music fills the arena and his titantron video plays. The words “You Bring The Fight” are projected onto the arena mat before breaking into “I End It”. Dean Smith then walks out holding the Millennium Invictus Championship over his shoulder and a microphone in the other. He’s dressed to compete in Mexico themed trunks and elbow pads. He’s wearing his You Bring the Fight, I End It shirt to cover up his tattoos and makes his way down to the ring.
A referee inside the ring takes the title for him and he steps between the ropes before taking his title back, climbing two turnbuckles to raise up the belt he worked so hard to attain and eventually dismounts once his music begins to fade out.
Dean Smith:
Millennium Wrestling’s got a lot of matches set for you tomorrow night. We’ve still got three title matches set for tonight and good luck to them. Champs, Liv...Tiff and The Happy Few. Challengers...Eliza...Seth…Oliv and Levi, good luck to you all tonight. I’m sure you’ve been studying tapes, I’m sure you’ve been fine tuning your game plan for your opponents but not me.
He shakes his head, chewing on his cheek very briefly.
Dean Smith:
I’ve got my title on the line and I had what? One...two...three. Four...multiple people jumping at the chance to try and take this off me.
Dean moves his shoulder forward to show off the Invictus Championship. Allowing a close up off the title’s lovely design with his name in the nameplate.
Dean Smith:
I haven’t been able to study, I haven’t been able to fine tune. I’ve been kept in the dark about who Yulia wants me to go head to head with for three rounds. I know you’ve all been waiting, so let’s see who...let’s see who Yulia’s decided is the best pick for the Invictus Championship…
The building goes silent for a few moments as the fans and Dean are waiting anxiously to see who is going to accept the open challenge. Finally, 'Fly' by Nicki Minaj begins to play and the fans know immediately who uses that song as their entrance music as they erupt! Dean looks like he half expected this as he nods and pats his championship.
A spotlight captures Rayven Hardy making her entrance through the fans as she always has done. It takes her nearly two minutes to make it down to ringside as she was greeting as many fans as she could. When she finally reaches ringside, a few fans help her over the barricade and she's now standing outside the ring with a huge smile plastered on her face.
Rayven is handed a microphone as she walks up the ring steps and finally enters the ring. She was dressed to compete in gold attire.
She walks right up to Dean and looks at the Invictus Championship as her music fades out. The smile hasn't left her face since she first was captured by the camera. Bringing the microphone to her lips, she takes a deep breath before she begins.
Rayven Hardy:
I can't believe I'm finally saying this but....
She pauses for dramatic effect.
Rayven Hardy:
I'm back!!!
The fans absolutely lose it as one of their favorites was finally back in Millennium for what seems like for good.
Rayven Hardy:
And as much as tonight would be perfect if I walked out with the Invictus championship, it would take a miracle for that to happen right? I mean I've missed over six months due to injury. Dean is incredibly talented and...wait...did I say a miracle?
Rayven's smile spreads as the fans begin to chant Mir-A-Cle! Mir-A-Cle! Mir-A-Cle!'
Rayven Hardy:
Well they do call me the San Fran Miracle, right?
She pauses once more to let the fans get their cheers out.
Rayven Hardy:
As far as your open challenge goes, it's simple, Dean. I accept!
This brings a small but undeniable smile start to form across Dean's face. He nods approvingly and brings the mic back up to speak.
Dean Smith:
Alright. Let's do it, Miracle. Get the judges out here and see how you do. The crowd here tonight seem to think you’ll be a challenge and I think they’re right.
The crowd pop but Dean holds up his hand as he has something to add.
Dean Smith:
Show them they’re right.
Invictus Championship Match
Invictus Rules
Dean Smith open challengeInvictus Rules
The fun, and risks, of an open challenge is that you won’t know who’s going to accept it. Of all the contenders who answered it on twitter, the returning Rayven Hardy was the one chosen by the General Manager Yulia Kirilenko. Definitely an interesting choice as this was the first match back from her since the injury sustained by the hands of Jason Hawk, and under a set of rules she was not familiar with. First Round The first round opened with a very aggressive approach from the champion who tried to exploit Rayven’s lack of experience in this type of match going at her with a series of hard strikes. A few kicks and a roaring elbow later, Rayven was already down, holding her jaw and looking up at the opponent. Dean smiled inviting her to get up on her feet and mouthing something along the lines “Welcome to my division”. Hardy shook her head and pulled herself up, locking up with the champion, trying to bring the match to a technical contest where, possibly, she could have a slight advantage on him. But Dean broke free from the waistlock almost immediately with an elbow to the jaw and followed with a spinning backfist. For the second time Rayven was down, taking a moment to come up with a different plan as the time kept ticking. A little more than a minute was left on this first round and the SanFran Miracle finally landed her first move, a kick to the leg that opened her the way to a lightning quick striking combination that forced Dean back into the corner. But just when she was building some momentum, the bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Judges Scores: Kirilenko: Smith 10-9 Dyson: Smith 10-9 Valero: Smith 10-9 Second Round An unanimous decision assigned the first round to the champion, who started the second one the same way he started the first, charging in at the opponent. But this time Hardy dodged his right hand and hit him with a kick to the ribs, immediately taking a step back and forcing Dean to charge at her one more time. Just like she did before, Rayven used her quickness and her reflexes to step out of the way and quickly counter with another swift kick, backing down right after. The same scene repeated itself a once again, but this time Rayven didn’t stop at the first kick, connecting a second one to the leg, and a third right on Dean’s chest. Taking a run to the ropes, Rayven hit him with a clothesline. Despite her pouring all her strength in it, the impact wasn’t enough to take Dean down, only making him recoil a few steps back. Changing strategy, Rayven applied now a sleeper hold, going for a submission. Dean was struggling for air, trying to break free from her tight grasp. Unable to power out of it, he walked back and squashed Hardy in the corner three times, until she was forced to let him go. Rayven pulled herself to the top rope and jumped off for a crossbody, a mistake that Dean made her pay for catching her in mid air and dropping her on his knee for a backbreaker, on which the second round ended. Judges Scores: Kirilenko: Hardy 10-9 Dyson: Hardy 10-8 Valero: Hardy 10-9 Final Round: Dyson’s score put Rayven on the lead, a situation Dean already lived in one of his attempts at taking the title from Cole, when the commentator’s controversial decision costed him the title. Feeling the pressure, Dean tried to end the match quickly, but this lead him to make mistakes, allowing Rayven to take him down with a roundhouse kick. Stunned, he pulled himself up, trying to get back in control of a situation that was getting out of hand, as his opponent was growing more and more confident as the end of the final round was approaching. Rayven’s offense was getting more and more intense, keeping the pressure high on Dean. As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures, and Dean applied the old saying to the letter, surprising the opponent with a throat strike, following with the front kick he calls Down WIth The Door and a clothesline that turned Rayven inside out. With a little more than a minute to go, Dean locked the challenger in his Choke Out (Dragon Sleeper with body scissors). Rayven tried to resist, but eventually she had to tap out. Dean retained the title, but the last applause was reserved to Rayven Hardy who looked great in her return match after the injury. WINNER: Dean Smith (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Submission (Choke Out), Round 3; 4:12 |
Rebecca Saint:
And so it begins. All over again.
It seems as though this thing between you and I will never end, doesn’t it? Rebecca versus Kelsey, one more time, following what we said would be the final time. And for all intents and purposes it would have been, if not for this tournament and our respective successes in it. No matter how far apart we may be, fate has a funny way of bringing us back together to fight one another yet again.
There has always been talk amongst fans about which one of us is the best. From our time as bitter enemies to our time as tag team partners, many have wondered who truly is the best. In a pure technical wrestling sense, most fans would give the edge to you... And I am not too proud to admit that I agree with their assessment. It is no secret that I am not the most technically sound in-ring competitor.
But there is one glaring difference tonight… And that would be the big Steel Cage surrounding the ring. While I have a proven track record inside a Steel Cage, you are anything but comfortable in one.
Please don't mistake my confidence as ignorance. I know you have improved your game since the last time we met in the ring. Big time losses aside, you have been on one hell of a run recently.
But that is just it Kelsey. When it comes to big time matches on pay per view, you just cannot seem to get the job done. And tonight is just about as big time as it gets. We are not in the minor leagues anymore. We are no longer competing in the land of cults and cosplayers. This is MWE. This is a chance to compete for the MWE Championship, a title that signifies that you are the best.
My job tonight is simple. I am going to make the most of this chance before me by defeating you in that cage tonight. And then, I am going to go on to win the 3 Stages Of Hell match tomorrow night to take possession of what is rightfully mine, that being the briefcase. Because you are not the next MWE Champion, Kelsey. Neither is Jason Hawk, neither is Melissa Reeves.
The next MWE Champion shall be me. And that briefcase shall be my ticket to making it happen.
And so it begins. All over again.
It seems as though this thing between you and I will never end, doesn’t it? Rebecca versus Kelsey, one more time, following what we said would be the final time. And for all intents and purposes it would have been, if not for this tournament and our respective successes in it. No matter how far apart we may be, fate has a funny way of bringing us back together to fight one another yet again.
There has always been talk amongst fans about which one of us is the best. From our time as bitter enemies to our time as tag team partners, many have wondered who truly is the best. In a pure technical wrestling sense, most fans would give the edge to you... And I am not too proud to admit that I agree with their assessment. It is no secret that I am not the most technically sound in-ring competitor.
But there is one glaring difference tonight… And that would be the big Steel Cage surrounding the ring. While I have a proven track record inside a Steel Cage, you are anything but comfortable in one.
Please don't mistake my confidence as ignorance. I know you have improved your game since the last time we met in the ring. Big time losses aside, you have been on one hell of a run recently.
But that is just it Kelsey. When it comes to big time matches on pay per view, you just cannot seem to get the job done. And tonight is just about as big time as it gets. We are not in the minor leagues anymore. We are no longer competing in the land of cults and cosplayers. This is MWE. This is a chance to compete for the MWE Championship, a title that signifies that you are the best.
My job tonight is simple. I am going to make the most of this chance before me by defeating you in that cage tonight. And then, I am going to go on to win the 3 Stages Of Hell match tomorrow night to take possession of what is rightfully mine, that being the briefcase. Because you are not the next MWE Champion, Kelsey. Neither is Jason Hawk, neither is Melissa Reeves.
The next MWE Champion shall be me. And that briefcase shall be my ticket to making it happen.
I Quit Match
The stark size difference between the two women is readily apparent early in the match as Kymmy bullies Kenzie back into her own corner and wears her down with a barrage of forearm strikes, until she’s crouched down and covered up. Kymmy then backs up and hits a running big boot that catches poor Kenzie right in the face before she can recover! Garrett struggles to get to her feet, dizzy from the impact, and Kymmy just bides her time, circling around behind Kenzie to send her for a ride with an impressive overhead release suplex. Oliver drops to a knee beside Kenzie and slaps on an ankle lock, cranking down viciously with all her might. Kymmy is inexperienced with submissions, however, and after a few moments of pain Kenzie is able to slip the hold before the referee can get there to ask if she wishes to quit. For several more minutes Kymmy has Kenzie on the ropes, but Garrett is able to stall her for just a few moments when she hits Oliver with a roaring elbow that catches her completely by surprise. While Kymmy is still doubled over she gets a clinch locked in and drills her with repeated knee strikes until Oliver has begun to sag and the much smaller Kenzie can’t support her weight. As soon as Kenzie releases, however, Kymmy surges forward with a spear tackle into a ground and pound! Kenzie is once more forced to cover up and protect herself until the official warns Oliver off. Garrett shakes herself out just in time to be ready for Kymmy’s next charge. Kenzie pops up as soon as Oliver is within range and catches her with a hurricanrana that sends her tumbling clear across the ring. Kenzie scrambles across the ring and is just able to lock in an armbar before Kymmy gets up, but when the referee asks if she wants to quit, Kymmy says no! It’s a long road for Kenzie to make a comeback, yet she slowly but surely does so as she uses her superior technical skills to wear down Kymmy and counter her reliance on size and power. Kymmy grows more and more frustrated as she’s downed with a trio of lariats, finally delivering an unexpected backhanded slap that spins Kenzie halfway around and allows Oliver to send her flying with another overhead release suplex. Garrett hauls herself up, only to be leveled again with Kymmy’s “Right Hook” ripcord clothesline! Oliver goes for another ankle lock, but Garrett has it scouted and rolls away. Kymmy stalks afterward, stomping once on Kenzie’s hand to stop her from moving, and again on her lower back! When Kenzie goes down Kymmy ducks in behind her and slaps on a sleeper hold, insisting that the official ask if she wants to quit, but Kenzie says no and is eventually able to slip out, to Kymmy’s annoyance. Later on Kenzie sees an opening and goes to the top rope, diving off for another hurricanrana. This proves a mistake, though, as Kymmy counters with a headbutt. Both women see stars for a moment, but Kymmy keeps going, running from one side of the ring to the other. Oliver comes off the ropes hot, looking ready to turn Kenzie inside out, but NO! Garrett ducks under the incoming attack at the last second and pivots around behind for a backstabber! Kymmy tries to get away but Kenzie holds on to her arms, twists through, and transitions into her Ryuuenbu!!! Garrett holds on for dear life as Oliver struggles and the referee steps in. Kymmy snarls out in pain, giving one last ditch effort to escape with no luck, and when the official asks, she gives the “I Quit!” to avoid an injury!!! WINNER: Kenzie Garrett BY: Submission (Ryuuenbu) , 12:37 |
Battle For The Briefcase Match
Semifinals: Steel Cage
Melissa Reeves VS Jason HawkSemifinals: Steel Cage
Hawk & Reeves take in this foreboding structure as the bell is sounded. Melissa immediately tries to scale the cage in a attempt to take Jason by surprise by he is quick to catch her attempts. He snatches her ankle & pulls her down to the mat then connects with several punches that rock her back to the middle of the ring. Jason Hawk snatches her & tries to hurl her into the cage but Melissa Reeves escapes at the last second. She unloads a barrage of kicks to the back of Jason's legs trying to limit his ability to escape but her last kick is caught by him. Hawk pulls her in with a savage clothesline then follows it up with numerous boots to her limbs. He is hobbling slightly from the earlier kicks as he lifts Reeves off the mat & whips her into the ropes. Jason attempts a backdrop but catches a kick to the chest for his troubles followed by a dropkick to the targeted leg that drops him to a knee. Melissa attempts one of her DDTs but shockingly Jason Hawk powers through the pain to lift her off the mat & hurl her into the steel. She cries out as her body drags down the cage tasting the metal for the first time. He picks up the speed using the ropes & drives his boots into Melissa Reeves's face that drives the back of her head into the steel mesh. Hawk continues this intensity with numerous boots to the face & chest that bounce her body off the cage. Hawk screams for the cage door to be opened as she heads over to make his exit. The door is opened but Melissa cuts him off with a sickening chop block that cuts him down. The camera shows blood tricking from the back of Melissa's head down her back. She drags him over to the side of the cage & begins hurling his damaged knee into the steel over & over. Reeves wraps his leg in the ropes before kicking the top of his knee sending it ricocheting into the cage structure. She lifts the hobbling Jason Hawk off the mat then slams his head into the cage for good measure. The blood rushing faster out the back of her head now. Frustrated by the sight of her blood she hurls him face first into the steel several more times. Eventually Hawk has a gash across his nose that begins to bleed. Instead of attempting to escape Melissa Reeves puts a few more boots to Jason's chest then opts to climb the opposite end of the cage. Jason Hawk with his damaged leg has to desperately drag himself across the mat as Reeves tries to escape quickly as she can trying to use his injury to her advantage. The bloodied face of Hawk makes one push to climb up the turnbuckle & grab Melissa with his last gasp of energy. He pulls her down & they begin battling on the top rope. They exchange a flurry of punches & chops with both of them teetering several times but refusing to fall. She tries to catch his leg with a kick but Hawk sees it coming & captures her it in his grasp. Melissa pleads desperately but Jason is having none of it as she drives her to the mat with a top rope capture suplex! Both competitors holler in pain from the massive impact of such a dangerous move. They each lay on the mat creating pools of blood desperately gasping for air to continue on in this match. Jason on one leg is first to recover & hobbles back to a vertical base. He knows climbing is out of the question & decides to call for the cage door once again. He tries limping over to the exit but suddenly Reeves springs to life catching him in a heel hook! She torques on the damaged knee & Hawk screams in intense pain. He thrashes about but still refuses to quit & starts dragging Melissa plus himself to the still open door. Reeves is astonished & continue to pull on his leg but nothing seems to be halting Jason Hawk's momentum. He has half his body out the door but his feet needs to touch to win & Melissa begins hammer fisting his knee over & over. She uses her free leg to stomp his abdomen over & over now. Her Iron Lock is cranked up one last time but Hawk is refusing to quit & has more of himself out the cage at this point. His almost entire body is out the cage with just his hooked leg still remaining in Melissa's Reeves grip. In her last desperate attempt to prevent this she releases the hook to slam his ankle into the side of the cage door numerous times. Jason tries one last push to escape her grip & the cage but she picks his ankles once again. Melissa torques her Iron Lock even harder this time & Jason Hawk despite being completely out of the cage has no other choice but to submit. He pounds the side of the ring as the pain becomes to much to overcome & gives up to Melissa Reeves WINNER: Melissa Reeves BY: Submission (Iron Lock), 17:17 |
Following her win, Melissa rolls from the ring. She moves over to the ringside area, grabbing the ring announcer's microphone, and stands on the commentary table.
Melissa Reeves:
That's one down...and there's one more to go. Kels or Becky, it doesn't matter which I get...you girls see Hawk, there?
She points to him, taking a second to steady herself and slow her breathing.
Melissa Reeves:
That's your fate. That briefcase is mine. I'm done playing the game, this is my time.
She drops the microphone and jumps off the table, giving Hawk the middle finger as she passes to the back.
Melissa Reeves:
That's one down...and there's one more to go. Kels or Becky, it doesn't matter which I get...you girls see Hawk, there?
She points to him, taking a second to steady herself and slow her breathing.
Melissa Reeves:
That's your fate. That briefcase is mine. I'm done playing the game, this is my time.
She drops the microphone and jumps off the table, giving Hawk the middle finger as she passes to the back.
Trios Match
The Misery & The Manic & Pinhead VS Cheesecake & Big Barv & Heath Williams
The second the bell sounded, it was all on. Neither party wasted any time at getting in offence. Barv and Pinhead threw punches at each other, Cheesecake and The Manic threw punches at each other, and so did Williams and The Misery. For a few moments, it appeared to be neck and neck, until Cheesecake hit a picture-perfect dropkick that sent The Manic out of the ring. It wasn’t long until Heath followed suit, also sending The Misery to the outside. Now it was just Pinhead, who was quickly surrounded. Cheesecake was on him first, leaping onto the behemoth’s back, wrapping her little arms around the big man’s head. This gave Barv and Williams the opportunity to get some good offence in, each punching and kicking away at different parts of Pinhead’s oversized body. Barv then managed to get Pinhead to his knees with a powerful european uppercut, which Williams followed up with a shin kick, then another, and another, clearly attempting his signature Seven Deadly Shins. Four was the most he got this time though, as a frustrated Pinhead stood up, reached around, grabbed Cheesecake with one arm and threw her straight into Williams, the two teammates colliding and falling into a heap on the canvas. Barv, angry about his BFF being used as a weapon, ran up behind Pinhead and attempted a german suplex. Though due to his past back injury, and the overwhelming weight of Pinhead, Barv just wasn’t able to pull it off. Instead, Pinhead turned around, and pulled off a belly-to-belly, which scored him a two count. The Misery and The Manic had now been given enough time to recover, so they re-entered the fray, each attacking the already downed Cheesecake and Heath Williams. They both attempted a cover, The Misery on Cheesecake, and The Manic on Williams, but both only managed the one count simultaneously. Thus, they turned their attention to Barv, and The Misery ordered Pinhead to position him in the corner. The Bliss to Misery was set-up, but as The Misery climbed the turnbuckle, and was just about ready to jump, Cheesecake came to life, and swiftly hit The Misery with a spear that sent both of them crumbling to the outside. The Manic, taking matters into her own hands, told Pinhead to attack Barv while she took care of Williams. As Pinhead picked Barv up for a buckle bomb, The Manic stomped Williams into the canvas over and over again, finishing it up with a dirty low blow. Pinhead almost achieved his buckle bomb, but Barv used his own weight push forward and send Pinhead to the mat. Then, after landing on his feet, nailed The Manic with a clothesline so strong she somersaulted in the air. He went for the pinfall, but Pinhead broke it up before the ref even had a chance to slap a hand against the mat. Pinhead pulled Barv to his feet and irish whipped him into the corner, then followed up by taking a few steps back, and running towards Barv, slamming all of his body weight against him. Though, as Pinhead turned around, he was met with a helluva kick from a recovered Heath Williams. Pinhead and Barv were both now in a heap in the corner. Williams grabbed Pinhead’s foot, and tried to drag him further into the ring, but the goliath was just too heavy. On the outside, Cheesecake and The Misery were beginning to stir, immediately throwing punches at each other. They quickly spilled over the barrier and into the crowd, neither showing any signs of giving up. The Manic rose to her knee in the ring, and noticed what was going on, quickly rolling to the outside and making way towards them. Williams also became alert, and decided to leave Pinhead where he was, also leaving the ring and heading towards the action. Soon, all four of them were fighting deep within the audience, Williams and Cheesecake vs. The Misery and The Manic. A member of the crowd handed Williams his chair, and Williams quickly used it to his advantage, whacking The Misery across the back. He smacked him with it several times, until The Misery was on the ground. He then turned it towards The Manic, who lifted her hands up, pleading for mercy. Williams must have had a moment of weakness, because he lowered the chair and failed to capitalize on a perfect opportunity. Cheesecake sent a superkick into the side of The Manic’s face, a superkick the half-masked woman has become no stranger to the last few months. Cheesecake then looked at Williams with a frown, raising her palms to the air and asking him why he didn’t attack. Williams shrugged and apologized, then pointed towards a couple of tables in the distance, which were positioned underneath the upper level of the arena. Cheesecake immediately knew Heath’s plan, so together they began dragging their foes to the tables. Inside the ring, Pinhead and Barv were both back to their feet, slugging it out just as they were before. Barv managed to hit quick stunner, then with all his might, lifted Pinhead onto his shoulders. His knees wobbled, but he held Pinhead in place for the Torture Rack. The crowd marveled at Barv’s accomplishment, almost forgetting about what Williams and Cheesecake were setting up on the outside. However, after about a minute of applying pressure, Barv’s back gave way and Pinhead was able to escape. Pinhead leaned against the ropes, tensing his muscles as he winced in pain, and Barv laid against the canvas with his back arched, kicking at the mat to try and push past his own amount of pain. Back at the outside, Cheesecake and Williams were laying The Misery and The Manic on their own respective tables. Though, unbeknownst to Cheesecake, Williams leaned in and whispered something in The Manic’s ear. Jared Idol: What the hell was that? Bea Torres: Knowing Heath, he was probably telling The Manic to brace herself for what’s to come! Jared Idol: I sure hope so. Williams looked over at Cheesecake and they nodded at each other, before making way up the staircase to the upper level. They both got up onto the barrier, and signalled for a double diving splash. However… when it came to the moment, Cheesecake was the only one to make the twenty-foot plunge. She crashed down into The Misery below, both going through the table. Williams stared, and the crowd remained quiet. Then he smiled, and the crowd began to boo. The referee was so taken aback by this, that he hadn’t noticed Cheesecake lying perfectly on top of The Misery. Once he did, he quickly shuffled to make the count, but The Manic had recovered enough to break it up before the three. Jared Idol: I knew something was off! I knew it! Bea Torres: How could Heath do that to his partner?! The Manic looked up at Heath Williams in confusion, as he stepped down from the barrier and strolled down the stairs confidently. He reached the scene, picked Cheesecake up off the floor and proceeded to DDT her through the other table. The crowd continued to boo, but Barv hadn’t seemed to notice what was going on, as he was still focused on his injured back. Williams then pulled The Misery to his feet, and dragged him through the crowd, back towards the ring. The Manic followed, though with hesitation, she clearly wasn’t sure what was happening. Williams threw The Misery over the barrier, then into the ring. After that, he went fishing under the ring, and pulled out the infamous Warhammer. He slid in underneath the bottom rope and acted as if he were injured, crawling over to Barv. “It’s just you and me now, man…” he said with some husk to his voice. “Cheesecake sacrificed herself!” Barv nodded, and together he and Williams struggled to their feet. Pinhead watched them curiously as he continued to lean against the ropes. Williams looked at Barv then pointed at Pinhead. “Two against one,” Williams said. “We can do this! For Cheesecake!” Barv nodded and staggered towards Pinhead… just to be met with a crushing blow from the Warhammer to his back. Williams shook his head with a grin as his former Requiem brethren crumbled against the canvas. He then pulled The Misery to the corner and ordered Pinhead to go out and get some tables, as The Manic watched on from the outside. Pinhead did as he was told, and retrieved five tables, then set them up in a circle around Barv. Williams stood to the side and gave Pinhead a nod, who pulled Barv up, and executed five german suplexes, each one smashing Barv through a table. A successful execution of his finishing moveset, The Village. WINNER: Pinhead, The Misery & The Manic BY: Pinfall (The Village), 18:13 |
The Misery, who was now stirring, realized what was happening and forced himself to his feet. At first he appeared surprised, but it soon became evident that he was pleased with what had transpired. He raised Heath’s arms into the air triumphantly… but before he could celebrate for long, Williams dragged him into position for a double-arm DDT and nailed him with Frozen Over.
Bea Torres:
Wait, so… Heath isn’t working with The Misery?
Jared Idol:
I don’t know what’s going on at this point, Bea. But I guess not.
Williams then reached down towards The Misery’s head, and pulled his mask off. There lay an unconscious man with short blonde hair.Bea Torres:
Who is that, Jared?! Who is that?!
Jared Idol:
I don’t have a clue. He’s nobody I’ve ever seen before.
Williams then went over to the ropes and demanded a microphone, his demands quickly met. He began pacing backwards and forwards in the ring with a look of pure giddy excitement.
Heath Williams:
Oh, I bet you all have soooo many questions.
Williams stopped and looked over in the direction where Cheesecake was still laid out flat on the ground.
Heath Williams:
I’m going to take one out of your play book, Ophelia… here’s my own variation of what you said to The Misery a couple months ago at Dark Web…
Williams cleared his throat.
Heath Williams:
Suuurpriiise… bet you weren’t counting on that, were you? While you’re lying there, hopefully in as much pain as possible… I want you to take a moment to realize what you’ve been doing around here. For months, you’ve been playing detective, trying to figure out who The Misery is, thinking you’ve been one step ahead this entire time… but in reality, Ophelia… you’re just a dumb little girl who’s been ten steps behind, trying so desperately to live up to the name of your dead father. The very same dead father I used to wail on back in Solid Studios. But enough about him. Let’s get back to the matter at hand.
Williams turned to Barv, who was barely conscious on the mat.
Heath Williams:
Big Barv, huh? What the hell happened to you, Bickerton? It wasn’t that long ago you were taking me to my absolute limit, taking VoW by storm, acting as the figure head for that little cult you and your ex girlfriend had going on.
Williams turned to the audience.
Heath Williams:
Yeah, news flash, if you didn’t know, Tyron Bickerton over here used to bone one half of the Uncanny Socialites. I’ll let you guess which one. Pro tip; it wasn’t Kelsey Spencer.
Williams turned to Barv once again.
Heath Williams:
Seriously, you had it all going for you. Sure, after our last encounter I had you shipped off to Sea World, but have you never heard of Uber? You could have come back the very next Breakthrough, exacted your revenge then clawed your way to the top of the mountain. But what did you do instead? You tucked your tail in between your legs and pissed off back home like a spoiled little chump. Hell, you could have even made your return and taken back the I4NI Championship, because little did anyone know, I got injured in our match, Bickerton. I kept it under wraps, but I had a fractured spine. I could barely move my arms. Doctors from all over were surprised I could move at all! I was a medical miracle. But even then, I had to walk away from the business. I had no choice… unlike you. Yeah, I know you went back to the indies for a while, but you made damn well sure you returned to the ring somewhere you knew I wouldn’t be.
Williams smiled.
Heath Williams:
You were scared of me. You always were. You knew that no matter what, I was always going to be better than you. From the second we walked into COA all those years ago, it was made evident from the start that I was the star. I was the HBK, and you were the Janetty. I was the The Wrestling Machine, and you were The Copycat Kid. I was The Hardcore Hero, and you… were the Fly Man... but I’m glad to see that the courage was finally pulled out of your ass and shoved down your throat, even if it did take a pink-haired thot to bring it out of you. Which by the way, I didn’t expect. I had no idea Cheesecake was going to become apart of this, and nor did I The Manic, but I’m glad they did because it just made my little game that much more interesting.
The blonde haired man wearing the black morphsuit crawled over, reaching out a hand and grabbing the back of Heath’s leg. Williams turned around, and looked down.
Heath Williams:
Oh, Duncan. I almost forgot about you. How could I overlook the biggest pawn in all of this? You see, ladies and gentleman, this pathetic waste of fresh air, who you’ve all been playing Guess Who with the last five months, is Duncan Watts. Pretty anticlimactic, huh? Good. I met Mr Watts about seven years ago at a wrestling convention, where he told me he was my biggest fan, and wished he could be me. Then he went on to tell me all about how he grew up as a borderline schizophrenic and had spent his life taking antipsychotics to keep the voices away. Yep, the man you’re looking at, is a complete nutcase with a false sense of identity.
Williams turned back to Barv.
Heath Williams:
So flashforward to last year, where I wanted to make my return to the squared circle, and have all the fun in the world messing with “Big Barv” and his tiny little brain. I knew that to play this game properly, I wouldn’t be able to waltz on in and challenge Bickerton to come out of retirement. It just wasn’t going to work that way. Because, going back to what I said before, I knew he wouldn’t face me like a man. Not to mention, if I donned the morphsuit and signed up as The Misery myself, Bickerton would have known straight away that it was me, and that would have taken away all the fun. So, I contacted Duncan over here, told him I wanted to meet him for coffee and catch up. Obviously, he was excited to sit down and hang out with his favorite wrestler and accepted the invitation no questions asked.
Williams started to laugh.
Heath Williams:
Let me tell you, it was all too easy to convince him to stop taking his meds. And once he did, I found a hypnotism specialist on the deep web. So, Duncan and I drove for ten hours straight to meet up with this hypnotist in North Carolina. Once there, we spent about a month convincing Watts to believe he was me. And once that was done, we spent another couple of weeks constructing this bizarre, elaborate backstory of who The Misery was and how he came to be, and planted it inside this lunatic’s head. And before you social justice warriors claim foul play, and report me to the law, I have documented proof that Mr Watts here was more than willing to be apart of this little experiment. Then after Duncan had fully accepted his role of The Misery, I taught him to wrestle. Now obviously, I knew it would have been a dumb play to teach him every single little step in every single one of my moves, because that would have taken away too much mystique from the game. Mystique that was necessary for the game to play out perfectly the way it has. But there also needed to be enough of that Heath Williams flavor in The Misery’s arsenal to lead to that suspicion. Then, my favorite part in the whole process, we made him forget about all the hypnotism and training, and in that moment, he became my very own personal clone.
Williams stomped Duncan’s head into the mat, then kicked him in the ribs.
Heath Williams:
Thank you, Mr Watts, for being my guinea pig. Thank you, Mr Bickerton, for being the fuel to this game. Thank you Miss Johnson, for being the airhead you are. Thank you, Miss Manic, for being a pleasant surprise.
Williams turned to Pinhead.
Heath Williams:
And thank you, Mr Pinhead for being my confidant and the only other soul on this planet who knew exactly what was going on. But that part’s your story, Pinhead. And I’ll let you tell it whenever and however you so please.
Williams turned back to the crowd.
Heath Williams:
Oh, and thank you, MWE fans, for being just as stupid and clueless as I knew you would be.
And with that, Williams dropped the microphone, before exiting the ring with Pinhead in tow. He extended a hand towards The Manic, who seemed hesitant between accepting the invitation, and going to check on Duncan Watts. In the end, the ultimatum was decided, and she took Heath’s hand and left with him in victory as Devilskin’s “Little Pills” played in the background.
MWE Tag Team Championship Match
The Happy Few VS Olivia Wythe & Levi
Neon & Olivia start the match for their teams as the bell is sounded. Wythe attempts to shoot & pick the leg of Rio who is able to sidestep then tries to stop on Olivia Wythe's head but misses. Olivia rolls out of the way then throws a kick that is checked by Neon who responds with a spinning backfist that is ducked by Wythe. Both women then attempt dropkicks & comes up short as they battle to a stalemate. Omi calls over Rio & gets the tag while Levi is tagged in herself. The fresh partner circle each other until Rio leans in attempting to grab Baby K which distracts her long enough for Mayumi to blindside her with a elbow smash to the back of the head. Omi mounts her & unleashes numerous forearm smashes then tags in Rio immediately. She enters the ring & connects with stiff kicks to Levi's ribs then stops on her fingers. Neon tags Mayumi back in who picks up speed off the ropes delivering a basement forearm smash & follows it up with a pin but only gets a two count. Rio holds Levi in place by standing on her ankle then tags Rio in who delivers a sliding dropkick to Baby's temple. Neon makes a pin put only gets two herself. Olivia tries to will on her partner with words & stomping on the ring apron. Neon stalks Levi for a few moments & connects with kicks across Levi's chest but Baby K is able to duck the last one. She tries to quickly crawl over to Olivia but Rio cuts her off with a forearm smash to the back. Neon drags Levi back to her corner tagging in Omi. Mayumi enters delivers a few boots then goes off the ropes is stunned when Levi leaps off the mat catching her with a hurricarana. Omi topples outside the ring & Levi is able to finally tag in Olivia Wythe. She enters the ring full of energy & knocks Neon off the apron with a forearm smash. Olivia slides outside the ring & hurls Neon into Omi with a release Saito Suplex that drives The Happy Few into the barricade. Wythe snatches Omi & rolls her into the ring before connecting with a Shining Wythezard. She hooks the leg but before the ref can count three the pin is broken up Neon. A recovered Levi then rushes into the ring taking Neon out with a clothesline sending her back to the outside of the ring. Olivia Wythe then lifts her own partner Levi up in gorilla press position then throws her from inside to outside the ring & crashes on Rio. Omi then takes advantage of this chaos by rolling Olivia up from behind but gets a near two count. Mayumi immediate follows it up with a series of savage palm strikes, a backfist, & then a knee finishing her Eye Of The Storm combo. Wythe staggers back into the ropes then releases a howl before coming off them with a massive arm trap STO. All competitors are down as the fans erupt in applauds. Levi is back on her side clutching her abdomen & extends her out for Wythe but there is still no sign of Omi's partner Neon. Olivia tags in Levi who rushes in looking to end the match with the 25 Cent Jawbreaker however Mayumi is saved when Rio takes the blow for her instead. Omi catches Baby K with a bicycle kick then shoves her into Wythe who was laying out on the apron. The impact dazes Levi enough for Omi to deliver Super Cyclone! She makes the pin & Happy Few retain. WINNER: The Happy Few (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Super Cyclone), 12:42 |
Riot Championship Match
Liv Mercer (c) VS Eliza ValentineRiot’s top prize was on the line in this match between the inaugural Champion, Liv Mercer and the woman who took the reigns of the orange brand in this war against Millennium. Eliza had some harsh words toward Liv in the weeks prior to this match, saying that she was an unbecoming leader and an unworthy champion, despite her having been dominant, although with some help from her boyfriend in a couple of occasions, since day one. Having to pull double duty, and in the main event of night two nonetheless, Eliza tried to end this quickly, coming in all guns blazing and getting the first near fall two minutes into the match with a spinning heel kick at the end of a swift combination of kicks and elbows to the jaw. After the challenger’s strong start, Liv came out of her shell and started building some offense, hitting Eliza with some kicks to the ribs and whipping her against the ropes, catching her with a leg lariat on the rebound. With the opponent down, the champion began stomping her left knee several times, grabbing her by the ankle and twisting the leg in an unorthodox but apparently quite painful way. Eliza’s face turned into a mask of pain as she was trying to get free, eventually succeeding when, with great effort, she reached for Liv’s head and rolled her over in a cradle, obtaining another count of two. The contest was very evenly matched, neither one of the competitors holding anything back despite the high stakes. Eliza went for a short arm clothesline but Liv’s quick reflexes allowed her to duck it and immediately counter with a reverse side kick to the stomach, doubling the challenger over. Mercer then hit the ropes to gain some speed and hit her with a knee lift, following up with a roundhouse kick that knocked Valentine down. Liv tried to put her away hooking both legs but Eliza kicked out in two. Wasting no time, the champion sent her challenger in the corner and charged in with a jumping knee to the face. Once again Eliza was down, but this time Liv left the ring and grabbed her legs, applying a ringpost figure four. Soon the referee forced her to release the illegal hold, but you can bet the damage was done already. Climbing on the apron and from there to the top rope, the champion then jumped off and landed with a double foot stomp on EJV’s leg, causing the challenger to let out a scream of agony. With a wicked smile, Liv applied a figure four leglock right in the middle of the ring, Eliza tried to hold on, but the pressure applied by the champion was a lot. In more than one occasion the challenger looked like she was going to tap out, especially when, not seen by the referee who was asking Eliza if she wanted to give up, Oz pulled Liv by her arm for more leverage. Finally the former Millennium Champion found a way out of the submission with a series of desperate punches to the champ's leg. Despite visibly limping on her right leg, Eliza kept fighting tooth and nails. Every time she managed to get some momentum behind her offense though, Liv went for that same leg and stopped it, taking back control. Whoever is familiar with Eliza and her career knows exactly how much punishment she can endure, and she showed it here tonight, resisting another submission attempt and reaching the ropes to break free from the ankle lock. Using them to help herself up, she used her good leg to kick Liv's knee, following up with a high speed buzzsaw kick, connecting right to the side of the temple. The impact with the champion's head was tremendous, dropping Liv flat on the mat. Eliza took a moment to recover before going for the cover and when she decided to attempt the pinfall, Liv was no longer there, dragged out by her boyfriend. Oz was checking on Liv, trying to convince the referee that she was injured and not fit to compete. Nobody believed him, nor the referee who started to count her out and ordering her to get back in the ring, nor Eliza, who dove outside with a pescado, taking out the couple. Downside of the high risk move, she landed hard on her knee. As a consequence, when she went to pick up the opponent and push her back in the ring, the leg failed her, and she fell on her knees. Pushing through the pain, Valentine stood back up and rolled Mercer under the bottom rope, following her in after stopping for a moment to massage the injured spot. Another brawl ensued as the pair met once again in the middle of the ring, It didn’t take long to the challenger to create herself the opportunity to connect the Mysterious Girl (Crossroads) to pick up an hard fought win and put an end to Mercer’s title reign. WINNER: Eliza Valentine (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Mysterious Girl), 16:44 |
We cut to a backstage shot of Kelsey Spencer, who’s facing the lockers on the back wall. Fans let out a loud cheer as she spins around with a confident smirk on her face.
Kelsey Spencer:
We're in the thick of it now! The final quarter. The endgame. Just two wins away from the biggest accomplishment of my career by far, and standing in my way tonight is my toughest wrestling rival. Tonight, Rebecca Saint is gonna be waiting for me in the confines of that Steel Cage.
A short, sharp breath from Spencer gives the crowd a chance to react positively to the thought, obviously in hot anticipation for the brutal contest between the two best friends. Kelsey responds to their noise, giving a half smile and a nod of approval.
Kelsey Spencer:
This thing between you and me, Rebecca, it was meant to end a long time ago. It should've come to an end last year in a sweat-soaked, blood-fuelled battle for the most coveted prize either of us would ever fight for… or, at least that's what we thought at the time. And yet here we are, at war once again, with much higher stakes this time around. Yup, a chance to advance to the Final tomorrow night and leave it all in the ring with that coveted briefcase at stake. A briefcase that sixteen men and women have put their bodies on the line for; risked life and limb in an attempt to capture. A briefcase that will grant its holder the opportunity of a lifetime. A shot at the most prestigious prize in this company, the MWE World Championship.
She passionately smacks a closed fist into her open palm.
Kelsey Spencer:
We made a vow - to our fans and to each other - that our clash down in HYBRID would determine which one of us was better. And fairplay to you, Rebecca, you managed to beat me in the middle of that ring. But the circumstances have changed now. I can't afford tonight, for a single second, to even entertain the idea that you might be better than me. I have to perform at my peak to make sure I'm one half of that tournament final tomorrow night, and in order to do that, I have to be better than you. I have to go out to that ring, step into that Steel Cage, and be prepared to fight for my dreams. I have to fight my best friend as if she's my worst enemy, because there's no room for error. Not when the stakes are this high.
After a modest shake of the head, she stares at her shoes for a moment before bringing her gaze back to the camera.
Kelsey Spencer:
I will say one thing, though… You’re right. We’re not in North Carolina anymore. This is Millennium Wrestling! The past? It doesn’t matter here. This is the biggest stage we’ve ever done battle on, and the most brutal stipulation we’ve faced each other in. Yeah, I’m outta my element. I’m outta my comfort zone.
She slowly raises her hand to her face and runs it through her hair.
Kelsey Spencer:
I know my limits. I know what I can and can’t do. This isn’t the first time in my career that I’ve been in a cage match of any kind, and just because it’s not my preferred style, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna be clueless out there. I’m willing to do what it takes to win tonight.
Spencer makes a claw with her hand and makes a ramming motion.
Kelsey Spencer:
If that means I’ve gotta take a big handful of your hair and smack your face into that cage wall ...
She looks skyward and points to the ceiling.
Kelsey Spencer:
… if that means I’ve gotta climb 15 feet in the air and come crashing down on top of you, then that’s what I’m gonna do. Whatever it takes. Rebecca, I’ve fought too hard and come too far to let you stop me now. One way or another, I will have my hand raised tonight. I’ll fight with everything I’ve got tomorrow night, as well.
She snarls as she steps forward.
Kelsey Spencer:
I will win that briefcase.
Kelsey Spencer:
We're in the thick of it now! The final quarter. The endgame. Just two wins away from the biggest accomplishment of my career by far, and standing in my way tonight is my toughest wrestling rival. Tonight, Rebecca Saint is gonna be waiting for me in the confines of that Steel Cage.
A short, sharp breath from Spencer gives the crowd a chance to react positively to the thought, obviously in hot anticipation for the brutal contest between the two best friends. Kelsey responds to their noise, giving a half smile and a nod of approval.
Kelsey Spencer:
This thing between you and me, Rebecca, it was meant to end a long time ago. It should've come to an end last year in a sweat-soaked, blood-fuelled battle for the most coveted prize either of us would ever fight for… or, at least that's what we thought at the time. And yet here we are, at war once again, with much higher stakes this time around. Yup, a chance to advance to the Final tomorrow night and leave it all in the ring with that coveted briefcase at stake. A briefcase that sixteen men and women have put their bodies on the line for; risked life and limb in an attempt to capture. A briefcase that will grant its holder the opportunity of a lifetime. A shot at the most prestigious prize in this company, the MWE World Championship.
She passionately smacks a closed fist into her open palm.
Kelsey Spencer:
We made a vow - to our fans and to each other - that our clash down in HYBRID would determine which one of us was better. And fairplay to you, Rebecca, you managed to beat me in the middle of that ring. But the circumstances have changed now. I can't afford tonight, for a single second, to even entertain the idea that you might be better than me. I have to perform at my peak to make sure I'm one half of that tournament final tomorrow night, and in order to do that, I have to be better than you. I have to go out to that ring, step into that Steel Cage, and be prepared to fight for my dreams. I have to fight my best friend as if she's my worst enemy, because there's no room for error. Not when the stakes are this high.
After a modest shake of the head, she stares at her shoes for a moment before bringing her gaze back to the camera.
Kelsey Spencer:
I will say one thing, though… You’re right. We’re not in North Carolina anymore. This is Millennium Wrestling! The past? It doesn’t matter here. This is the biggest stage we’ve ever done battle on, and the most brutal stipulation we’ve faced each other in. Yeah, I’m outta my element. I’m outta my comfort zone.
She slowly raises her hand to her face and runs it through her hair.
Kelsey Spencer:
I know my limits. I know what I can and can’t do. This isn’t the first time in my career that I’ve been in a cage match of any kind, and just because it’s not my preferred style, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna be clueless out there. I’m willing to do what it takes to win tonight.
Spencer makes a claw with her hand and makes a ramming motion.
Kelsey Spencer:
If that means I’ve gotta take a big handful of your hair and smack your face into that cage wall ...
She looks skyward and points to the ceiling.
Kelsey Spencer:
… if that means I’ve gotta climb 15 feet in the air and come crashing down on top of you, then that’s what I’m gonna do. Whatever it takes. Rebecca, I’ve fought too hard and come too far to let you stop me now. One way or another, I will have my hand raised tonight. I’ll fight with everything I’ve got tomorrow night, as well.
She snarls as she steps forward.
Kelsey Spencer:
I will win that briefcase.
Battle For The Briefcase Match
Semifinals: Steel Cage
Rebecca Saint VS Kelsey SpencerSemifinals: Steel Cage
For the second time tonight the cage was lowered, two best friends and former tag team partner were locked inside the unforgiving structure. Kelsey Spencer and the former Lockdown Champion Rebecca Saint, collectively known as the Uncanny Socialites stared at each other, perfectly aware of the magnitude of this match, the semifinal of the Battle For The Briefcase tournament. But by no means this would change or even affect the deep bond between them, as the handshake before the match testified. As soon as the bell rang though things got serious, with the pair immediately locking up in a very evenly matched test of strength. One moment it looked like Kelsey was coming out on top, the moment after it was Rebecca getting the upper hand and pushing the opponent back first against the cage. Kelsey raised her knee and drove it in Rebecca's mid section, following with an European uppercut and a series of forearm strikes that pushed Saint back to the center of the ring. The Aussie blocked her friend's right hand and connected with a big blow to the jaw that rocked Spencer. Becky grabbed now her wrist and whipped her against the wall, with Kel avoiding the crash by planting her foot against the cage and swinging her elbow backwards against the opponent charging in. Caught by surprise, Rebecca was still holding her jaw when Kelsey hit her with a reverse side kick and dropped her down with a neckbreaker slam. With the two competitors knowing each other so well, nobody was surprised to see both of them countering almost every move of their opponent in what started looking like a game of chess between the Uncanny Socialites. The fans were chanting for both Rebecca and Kelsey, who were trading blows in the middle of the ring. The former Lockdown champion emerged victorious from the exchange, whipping Kelsey in the corner and charging in at full speed. Once again Spencer was able to counter it, raising her leg and kicking the former partner in the face. She then lifted herself up to the top and jumped off with a crossbody. Rebecca rolled through, avoiding the pin and, with an impressive feat of strength, lifted Kelsey and dropped her on her knee with a backbreaker that earned her the applause of the Mexican fans, but wasn't enough to keep Spencer down. Kelsey was now struggling against Rebecca's kicks, unable to find a way to counter them. Saint tried to escape the cage through the door after, apparently, knocking her best friend out with a Roundhouse Kick. Kelsey grabbed her ankle and stopped her. Rebecca tried to stomp her in order to get free, but Spencer rolled on her side and dodged it, grabbing now both legs and taking Saint down to the mat. Finding herself close to the side of the cage, she threw Rebecca against it with a rocket launcher. Quick on her reflexes, the former DUW Women's Champion was able to cling on the steel structure, quickly starting to climb it. As soon as Kelsey noticed it, she popped up to her feet and climbed up as well, reaching her former partner as she was stepping over the edge. The two women started fighting astride the top of the cage, trading right hands in a precarious position. The fans were holding their breath as Kelsey seemed to be falling toward the inside, only to somehow recover the balance and catching Rebecca on the temple with a right hand. The sudden shot caught Saint off guard and allowed Kelsey to turn the tides of the match in her favor with a few more shots that stunned the opponent long enough for her to stand up on her feet and drive her all the way down with a ridiculous hurricanrana from the top of the cage. The fans watched aghast as neither one of the Uncanny Socialites was moving after the terrible fall. The referee checked for any possible injury, but both Kelsey and Rebecca were fit to continue the match. Spencer slowly crawled to her friend, laying her arm over her chest and making the cover. Imagine everyone’s surprise when Rebecca raised her shoulder. Exhausted, the two rivals pulled themselves up to their feet, starting yet another brawl putting their last energy in each shot, trying to finally get the best of the opponent. Every right hand made the opponent stagger, but they both refused to go down, coming back with an even heavier shot to the opponent. In the final moments, Rebecca was able to land two consecutive forearm shots, taking a step back and going for the Saint Hearted (Discus Elbow Smash). Somehow Kelsey was able to take a step to the side, moving out of the trajectory and catching her with a kick to the midsection, dropping her on her head with the Deprivation DDT, a move she adopted from, ironically, Rebecca’s fiance Seth Iser. Kelsey pretty much collapsed on Rebecca, and the referee counted to three. The battle was over, and Kelsey advanced to the final where she’ll meet Melissa Reeves in a Three Stages Of Hell match for the Briefcase. The last image before the show cut to commercial saw Kelsey waiting for Rebecca to get back to her feet and hugging her in front of twenty thousands fans on their feet for the two Uncanny Socialites. WINNER: Kelsey Spencer BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 18:30 |
We return backstage with a sight that isn’t too familiar for Millennium but is all the more intimidating. There isn’t any Moretti around at the moment but we get Seth Iser with his arms crossed with his back slouched on the wall and a contemplative expression over his face. He’s almost as if he’s been mulling over something in his mind. He opens his eyes and glances at the camera but other than that same contemplation over his face, he’s not giving us a clue.
Seth Iser:
It’s funny when you think on things sometimes…
There’s a semblance of a smile that creeps onto his face but it’s humorless and fleeting before that vanishes as he just offers a shake of the head. The gold and black combination that is his ring attire choice blends well with the FGA Pride title he does have around his waist.
Seth Iser:
In the flight over here Rebecca asked me what was on my mind. And when I told her I then made the agreement that I’d say it in front of the world because young Rollins you might want to listen close. Because another part of why I picked you...even subconsciously, well it’s obvious if you study our backgrounds. And that’s the thing about the truth when I say I tell it. Even if it doesn’t benefit me...it is a duty I have to tell it. It’s the code.
Seth’s eyes narrow slightly as a scowl is now etched on his face but it isn’t one born from hostility. It’s more along the lines of a man putting on his own mask remembering something perhaps he doesn’t want to.
Seth Iser:
This audience is familiar enough with your background now. There’s no need to hear another third person account with mostly second hand knowledge. But that time in the orphanage shaped your mind. You have a certain view point and you’ll fight to the hilts even if your oratory skills are a little too...vulgar in some instances. I might not have the cleanest mouth either from time to time but you know how certain people that help make us all the money don’t like that but that’s another discussion for another day as they say. But in another timeline...I’d probably be even more similar to you.
Seth lets those words hang for a moment as he leans back in this telling.
Seth Iser:
Many other timelines if I’m being completely truthful...I’d probably be dead.
Again, another pause as Seth’s face twists into something where he’s holding back some of the pain of certain memories.
Seth Iser:
I do know my biological parents. I even know their grave sites. But let’s just say both of them were far from ideal parents at all. Hell, they loved religion far more than they loved me. It created it’s own level of toxicity. But my old man wanted me to be a preacher. The son of a preacher thing I say every now and then? It isn’t B.S. to try to add flowery language to a threat. But he wanted me to go more into that and not worry about an education so much or athletics. Wrestling wasn’t even a thought then. Not for either of my parents nor for me. But the focus on wanting something else but to be in the church? That didn’t go over well. How bad?
Seth then just calmly extends his left arm and shows a particular scar.
Seth Iser:
I didn’t get my first real scar wrestling. That was my old man as a response to me telling him not so kindly about not wanting to deal with the poison that is his church and religion. My madre turned a blind eye to it as did many people really. Didn’t exactly help with not belonging in that part of society. But I guess as stubborn as the old man was about the church, I inherited his stubbornness about pursuing what I wanted. Almost reinforced out of spite. But then my life changed in it’s own way when I was about ready to start my first game and they moved me out to tight end on the football squad.
Seth just has a frown as whatever emotion he had in his voice is gone. He’s speaking much more matter-of-factly.
Seth Iser:
When he was starting to realize that I wasn’t going to conform and didn’t understand how to handle a temperamental teenager or how to handle a child period...the one thing my old man loved almost as much as some divine being and preaching about it was the bottle. And both my biological parents were in a vehicle driving a little too fast without seatbelts and he was under the influence. Of course he was. Who doesn’t love that hypocrisy right there?
Seth’s voice on that last sentence has enough venom to poison an entire country as he spits down.
Seth Iser:
But fate is a weird thing sometimes. Turned out that a deer decided to jump out in the middle of the night. He swerved and they went rolling down the hill in their jeep. Both were flung out of the vehicle and died on impact with how fast they hit things. Even if I’m glad to this day those two are worm-food...imagine how that would make you feel in your stomach and the million different thoughts running through your head all bleeding into one another at the same time? It’s not a pleasant thing.
Seth’s voice lowers for a bit as he shakes his head.
Seth Iser:
Didn’t help with the whole not finding a place to belong thing either.
A shake of the head from Seth as he thinks about that further.
Seth Iser:
I might have been legally orphaned at that moment but I was an orphan and an outsider from the day I was born. But did I find a place? Yes. I did.
Seth lets out a slight nod though his face is still hardened, calm, and cold.
Seth Iser:
It took a while. Quite a while actually. Took conquering other demons that I could and will write a book on but it’s as a wrestler. A teacher. And a father. And I had no help from outsiders, especially certain fans who have the same mind frame to at best look the other way at real miscarriage of justice or at worse...help cover up situations like what happened to kids like me. Part of that place for me...was accepting the fact that I really don’t like most people
Seth’s cold eyes darken and narrow just the slightest little bit.
Seth Iser:
What does that have to do with tonight? It kind of explains what I’ve had Moretti drill into your head the last little while now doesn’t it? When you looked back at me the last time we met...it told me everything I needed to know. You do have fear. Maybe a little bit of fear for me but no...fear of something else. I know it all too well. Fear that this place you’ve found might not be right because...how many people actually have it figured out at nineteen? I sure as hell didn’t.
Seth says that out loud musing everything out and that contemplative expression that he had begun with has now slowly turned into the icy glare that spelled doom for many opponents.
Seth Iser:
You want your place and acceptance at the end of the day. This is something that is earned and no matter how talented you are. Kid, you’re miles ahead of where most young nineteen year olds should be in this business considering your family. That’s not a slight or a knock or conjecture. It’s fact. It’s how our business works. And if there were more folks like me...it’d be much harder for you in terms of paying dues but...we have a bunch of spoiled brats running around thinking they actually represent wrestling. They got the wrestling part down but neglect the professional portion.
Seth’s eyes look angry now. Bitterly so.
Seth Iser:
And I don’t like it. I try not to use profanity when speaking in public but it’s fucking bullshit what they’re doing to this great sport! Just look at the cesspool that is many twitter profiles and how they interact with others. Why would promoters even HIRE some of these unprofessional, disrespectful cretins who poison this great home?
There’s more of a tone of aggression now when he says that as he spits on the floor with disdain.
Seth Iser:
I don’t like what a lot of the sport has become. It’s chased out many of the traditions and infested it with nothing but a bunch of spoiled crybabies. That wasn’t the home in the industry I had made for myself. So I guess again...we have this in common in different ways lass. So as much as it’s about adding to my legacy...there’s something more to it. I don’t mind wrestling you at all. On top of that fear I sensed that about you as well. Rough around the edges yes but you might be one of those who could get the professionalism part down.
Seth then smirks for a moment.
Seth Iser:
It might explain why so many of the old guard have bet on you. I see it now. But you know all about tonight. Of course you do...you’re the champion for now. And so far you’ve done well in making that championship mean what it should. You drew me out to the fire after all and I’ve made championships matter for years. And it’ll be worth beating you. It always will be. But will you eventually be a peer of mine? Will you be what even I see potentially in you?
Seth lets that question hang for a moment thoughtfully.
Seth Iser:
We’ll know tonight. Just don’t be too sour about losing that championship...I’ll make sure it’s represented even better than what you did. I’ve had the years of practice after all.
A semblance of an arrogant smirk creeps onto his face delivering that line but he glares at the camera briefly.
Seth Iser:
And in all of those years of practice you’ll come to find no matter how many times you face me when the stakes are on the line...when I want something I take it. And there won’t be a damn thing you can do about it. Yet. But in time? You might be the one who could in the end. It’s why I’ll never tire of wrestling, teaching and beating you. You’re actually worth the effort.
With that closing statement Seth taps on his FGA Pride title around his waist one more time and gestures more is coming his way.
Seth Iser:
And the effort will gain me more gold tonight.
The Cloud Gate Championship will be around my waist tonight.
He finally then lightens up with a semblance of a confident smirk bordering on his arrogance as he walks off with his goal in place.
Seth Iser:
It’s funny when you think on things sometimes…
There’s a semblance of a smile that creeps onto his face but it’s humorless and fleeting before that vanishes as he just offers a shake of the head. The gold and black combination that is his ring attire choice blends well with the FGA Pride title he does have around his waist.
Seth Iser:
In the flight over here Rebecca asked me what was on my mind. And when I told her I then made the agreement that I’d say it in front of the world because young Rollins you might want to listen close. Because another part of why I picked you...even subconsciously, well it’s obvious if you study our backgrounds. And that’s the thing about the truth when I say I tell it. Even if it doesn’t benefit me...it is a duty I have to tell it. It’s the code.
Seth’s eyes narrow slightly as a scowl is now etched on his face but it isn’t one born from hostility. It’s more along the lines of a man putting on his own mask remembering something perhaps he doesn’t want to.
Seth Iser:
This audience is familiar enough with your background now. There’s no need to hear another third person account with mostly second hand knowledge. But that time in the orphanage shaped your mind. You have a certain view point and you’ll fight to the hilts even if your oratory skills are a little too...vulgar in some instances. I might not have the cleanest mouth either from time to time but you know how certain people that help make us all the money don’t like that but that’s another discussion for another day as they say. But in another timeline...I’d probably be even more similar to you.
Seth lets those words hang for a moment as he leans back in this telling.
Seth Iser:
Many other timelines if I’m being completely truthful...I’d probably be dead.
Again, another pause as Seth’s face twists into something where he’s holding back some of the pain of certain memories.
Seth Iser:
I do know my biological parents. I even know their grave sites. But let’s just say both of them were far from ideal parents at all. Hell, they loved religion far more than they loved me. It created it’s own level of toxicity. But my old man wanted me to be a preacher. The son of a preacher thing I say every now and then? It isn’t B.S. to try to add flowery language to a threat. But he wanted me to go more into that and not worry about an education so much or athletics. Wrestling wasn’t even a thought then. Not for either of my parents nor for me. But the focus on wanting something else but to be in the church? That didn’t go over well. How bad?
Seth then just calmly extends his left arm and shows a particular scar.
Seth Iser:
I didn’t get my first real scar wrestling. That was my old man as a response to me telling him not so kindly about not wanting to deal with the poison that is his church and religion. My madre turned a blind eye to it as did many people really. Didn’t exactly help with not belonging in that part of society. But I guess as stubborn as the old man was about the church, I inherited his stubbornness about pursuing what I wanted. Almost reinforced out of spite. But then my life changed in it’s own way when I was about ready to start my first game and they moved me out to tight end on the football squad.
Seth just has a frown as whatever emotion he had in his voice is gone. He’s speaking much more matter-of-factly.
Seth Iser:
When he was starting to realize that I wasn’t going to conform and didn’t understand how to handle a temperamental teenager or how to handle a child period...the one thing my old man loved almost as much as some divine being and preaching about it was the bottle. And both my biological parents were in a vehicle driving a little too fast without seatbelts and he was under the influence. Of course he was. Who doesn’t love that hypocrisy right there?
Seth’s voice on that last sentence has enough venom to poison an entire country as he spits down.
Seth Iser:
But fate is a weird thing sometimes. Turned out that a deer decided to jump out in the middle of the night. He swerved and they went rolling down the hill in their jeep. Both were flung out of the vehicle and died on impact with how fast they hit things. Even if I’m glad to this day those two are worm-food...imagine how that would make you feel in your stomach and the million different thoughts running through your head all bleeding into one another at the same time? It’s not a pleasant thing.
Seth’s voice lowers for a bit as he shakes his head.
Seth Iser:
Didn’t help with the whole not finding a place to belong thing either.
A shake of the head from Seth as he thinks about that further.
Seth Iser:
I might have been legally orphaned at that moment but I was an orphan and an outsider from the day I was born. But did I find a place? Yes. I did.
Seth lets out a slight nod though his face is still hardened, calm, and cold.
Seth Iser:
It took a while. Quite a while actually. Took conquering other demons that I could and will write a book on but it’s as a wrestler. A teacher. And a father. And I had no help from outsiders, especially certain fans who have the same mind frame to at best look the other way at real miscarriage of justice or at worse...help cover up situations like what happened to kids like me. Part of that place for me...was accepting the fact that I really don’t like most people
Seth’s cold eyes darken and narrow just the slightest little bit.
Seth Iser:
What does that have to do with tonight? It kind of explains what I’ve had Moretti drill into your head the last little while now doesn’t it? When you looked back at me the last time we met...it told me everything I needed to know. You do have fear. Maybe a little bit of fear for me but no...fear of something else. I know it all too well. Fear that this place you’ve found might not be right because...how many people actually have it figured out at nineteen? I sure as hell didn’t.
Seth says that out loud musing everything out and that contemplative expression that he had begun with has now slowly turned into the icy glare that spelled doom for many opponents.
Seth Iser:
You want your place and acceptance at the end of the day. This is something that is earned and no matter how talented you are. Kid, you’re miles ahead of where most young nineteen year olds should be in this business considering your family. That’s not a slight or a knock or conjecture. It’s fact. It’s how our business works. And if there were more folks like me...it’d be much harder for you in terms of paying dues but...we have a bunch of spoiled brats running around thinking they actually represent wrestling. They got the wrestling part down but neglect the professional portion.
Seth’s eyes look angry now. Bitterly so.
Seth Iser:
And I don’t like it. I try not to use profanity when speaking in public but it’s fucking bullshit what they’re doing to this great sport! Just look at the cesspool that is many twitter profiles and how they interact with others. Why would promoters even HIRE some of these unprofessional, disrespectful cretins who poison this great home?
There’s more of a tone of aggression now when he says that as he spits on the floor with disdain.
Seth Iser:
I don’t like what a lot of the sport has become. It’s chased out many of the traditions and infested it with nothing but a bunch of spoiled crybabies. That wasn’t the home in the industry I had made for myself. So I guess again...we have this in common in different ways lass. So as much as it’s about adding to my legacy...there’s something more to it. I don’t mind wrestling you at all. On top of that fear I sensed that about you as well. Rough around the edges yes but you might be one of those who could get the professionalism part down.
Seth then smirks for a moment.
Seth Iser:
It might explain why so many of the old guard have bet on you. I see it now. But you know all about tonight. Of course you do...you’re the champion for now. And so far you’ve done well in making that championship mean what it should. You drew me out to the fire after all and I’ve made championships matter for years. And it’ll be worth beating you. It always will be. But will you eventually be a peer of mine? Will you be what even I see potentially in you?
Seth lets that question hang for a moment thoughtfully.
Seth Iser:
We’ll know tonight. Just don’t be too sour about losing that championship...I’ll make sure it’s represented even better than what you did. I’ve had the years of practice after all.
A semblance of an arrogant smirk creeps onto his face delivering that line but he glares at the camera briefly.
Seth Iser:
And in all of those years of practice you’ll come to find no matter how many times you face me when the stakes are on the line...when I want something I take it. And there won’t be a damn thing you can do about it. Yet. But in time? You might be the one who could in the end. It’s why I’ll never tire of wrestling, teaching and beating you. You’re actually worth the effort.
With that closing statement Seth taps on his FGA Pride title around his waist one more time and gestures more is coming his way.
Seth Iser:
And the effort will gain me more gold tonight.
The Cloud Gate Championship will be around my waist tonight.
He finally then lightens up with a semblance of a confident smirk bordering on his arrogance as he walks off with his goal in place.
Cloud Gate Championship Match
Tiff Rollins (c) VS Seth IserOne hundred seventy two days after winning the Cloud Gate Championship from Brittany April, Tiff Rollins faced her biggest challenge so far, and not only in size. The seventeen years veteran walked into this match not only with the size and experience advantage, but a psychological one as well. having beaten her in Montreal during the Canadian Tour. It’s safe to say that Seth, thanks to the painstaking work of his manager Vincent Moretti, was definitely in the young champion’s head. And the look on Tiff’s face seemed to confirm this. Her usual confidence was gone and, despite the statements made on social media, she appeared to be intimidated in the presence of the opponent, who was literally towering over her. The atmosphere inside the Ciudad De Mexico Arena was electric, night one of Viva La Revolucion had been a show to remember and this main event had all the premises to be the proverbial icing on the cake. Finally the long awaited bell rang, and for a moment none of the competitors moved at all. Seth took a step forward and Tiffany one back, keeping the distance between them unchanged. This sort of dance kept on going for half a minute, until Seth moved in trying to grab hold of the Cloud Gate Champion who dodged the attempt and hit him with a kick to the back of the leg. Having tried on her own skin the kind of punishment Iser can inflict, Tiffany kept herself away from him, aiming at his legs with particular focus on that left knee, notoriously an issue for Wrestling's Greatest Mind. The strategy was paying off, as Seth started favoring his leg. Or that’s what he wanted Tiffany to believe, luring her into strike another kick, grabbing her foot and holding her leg. The Cloud Gate Champion tried to swing a couple of punches, lacking the reach to actually hit the veteran. With a dragon screw Iser took Rollins to the mat, dropping the knee on her right leg, the one she uses for her Death Kick. Wasting no time, the grizzled veteran quickly tried to apply a figure four leglock. Using the free leg, Tiff desperately kicked him away, preventing him from locking in the submission. As she stood up to her feet, Moretti from outside reminded her how dangerous Seth’s submission can be, and how close she got from being forced to tap out. Tiff took her eyes off the opponent from a brief moment as he did and paid for it when Seth turned her inside out with a huge lariat. The mistake you don’t wanna make against an experienced and skilled competitor such as Seth is to let him dictate the pace of the match. And that’s exactly what happened here. The Deity Of Destruction started showing how he earned himself this moniker, slowly and methodically tearing apart the Cloud Gate Champion, breaking down her defense with hard strikes and power moves. After lifting her and keeping her upside down for a ridiculous amount of time, favored by the opponent’s small size, he finally dropped her on her back with a vertical suplex, making a cover from which the young Champion was able to kick out. Seth dragged her back to her feet and with an irish whip, sent her in the corner, following with a clothesline. Rollins looked stunned after the impact, and the challenger easily picked her up and sat her on the top rope, climbing up and applying a front facelock, draping her arm over his shoulder and attempting a superplex. Rollins once again fought back, trying to resist him. A few punches to the ribs and a couple of headbutts later, she successfully broke free, dropping Seth down from the middle rope. But before she could get away from the dangerous and uncomfortable position, he rocked her with a big right hand, quickly climbing back up and, this time, completing the move. Once again the longest reigning champion in MWE history managed to raise her shoulder before the count of three, rolling out of the ring to catch a break. Vince didn’t waste the chance to approach her and tell her that she was making it too easy for her client. If he really wanted a reaction from the Murder Machine, he accomplished his goal. When Seth pulled her up to drag on the apron, she surprised him with quick punch to the jaw, bending forward and driving her shoulder through the middle and top rope into Seth’s midsection, creating the space she needed to safely enter the ring and build some momentum relying, it goes without saying, on her educated feet. Kick after kick, she chopped the big ole oak down, forcing Seth to his knee. This didn’t stop her flurry of offense, aiming her stiff strikes to his chest now knocking the wind off his lungs. The fans started making their voice heard, rallying behind the blonde girl and calling for the Death Kick. Tiffany stopped for a moment, seemingly pondering the idea of going for her killing blow, despite being still soon in the match. And eventually, she gave the fans what they wanted, taking a step back and charging in for the superkick that gave her so many wins in her still young career. Iser avoided the impact, dodging to this right and hitting the young champion with a forearm to the back, not a devastating blow but more than enough to drop the already off balance Tiffany down on the canvas. As she pulled herself up, her eyes locked with Moretti’s, as Seth’s manager repeated those words that almost became a moniker he addressed her with in the weeks leading up to this match. “Slave to the court of public”. Once again Seth Iser was in full control. Tiffany’s reign never looked close to an end as it seemed to be tonight, especially after the FGA Pride Champion dropped her on the top rope with a stun gun and almost beheaded her with a discus lariat. Somehow Tiffany kicked out once again, testifying once again the impressive amount of damage she can withstand. To further prove it, when Seth pulled her up to her feet and hit her with an european uppercut that sent her a few steps back, she came back with a jumping forearm that stunned the big man, who wasn’t expecting such a reaction from the worn out champion. Feeding on the fans’ energy, Tiffany landed a series of strikes, punches and elbows in equal measure and she was getting the upper hand when a single, well placed right hand to the jaw from Seth stopped her momentum. He grabbed her by the arm and sent her against the ropes, going for another lariat. This time Rollins ducked it and kept running, rebounding against the ropes on the opposite side and hitting him with the Peacemaker (leaping high knee), homage to her uncle Andreas Lasiewicz. The high impact strike stunned Iser, but it wasn’t enough to take him down. Tiff hit the ropes once again, but whether she wanted to go for another Peacemaker or maybe a single leg dropkick, Seth was quick to react and slammed her hard on the mat with his Pillar Of Truth (Bossman Slam). The match continued on these tracks, with the champion pouring her soul into every strike, trying hard to slay the giant who seemed to absorb the impact of her every move. Even the swinging ddt she learned from her adoptive mother Brytain Rollins saw Seth easily kick out. Despite her best efforts, she didn't seem able to keep down the opponent who, in all fairness, seemed to be holding back and catch his breath in this phase of the match, leaving the initiative to the Little Hoss, knowing he can always count on his right hand to turn the things whenever she started to build momentum. And if this wasn't enough to frustrate the Cloud Gate Champion, Vince's constantly reminding her that this was why Seth is Wrestling's Greatest Mind every time the veteran countered her attempts, seemingly always one step ahead of Tiffany. But as her 172 days as Cloud Gate Champion showed, she doesn't know the meaning of the words "give up", insisting with her hard kicks and eventually forcing Iser on his knees with a low dropkick to the bad leg. Hitting the ropes to gain some speed and put more force in her running big boot, Rollins kicked the bearded man hard on his face. The look on her face when Seth immediately pulled himself up after probably the hardest kick she delivered in the whole match was one of pure shock, discomfort and fear, especially when he threatening walked toward her. But Seth only took a couple of steps before flopping on his chest. After the momentarily surprise, Tiff rolled him on his back and made the cover, picking up another near fall. The fans were loving the match, and although they clearly sided with the Cloud Gate Champion, they showed their appreciation for the challenger as well, especially when he landed moves like the pendulum backbreaker that broke Tiff in half. Seth went back to his original plan, stomping and twisting Rollins' leg, trying to take away her main weapon. Being too close to the ropes to successfully attempt a submission, he grabbed her by the foot and dragged her to the centre of the ring. Tiffany held on the ropes with all her strength, trying to resist, but eventually Iser yanked her leg and won her resistance. While he he was trying to apply the figure four leglock, the young champion was able to roll him up with what looked like a desperation move, but that almost gave her the win. Quickly, she was back on her feet, and so was Seth. The champ didn’t think twice before superkicking him on the kneecap and following with an immediate Death Kick. The entire arena erupted in cheers when she made the cover to retain the title, but it turned out their celebration was premature since Seth raised his shoulder right before the three. Vincent Moretti sighed in relief, the fans became suddenly silent and Tiff stared at the referee in disbelief. Seeing her best shot failing was a tough break for the young champion. The fear of not being good enough for such a challenge, all the doubts planted by Vince and Seth’s poisonous words suddenly became reality. And in this moment of discourage, Iser thrived, gaining control of the match and hitting Tiff with a series of heavy knife edged chops, whipping her against the ropes and catching her with a spinebuster. Never since becoming champion Tiffany looked in such difficulty as tonight. Unable to react, it was like she gave up, the fire that always distinguished her apparently gone, leaving her completely at the opponent’s mercy. Seth was showing absolutely no hesitation nor mercy, displaying his full array of suplexes. Released german, released belly to belly to send Rollins flying from one side to the other of the ring like a rag doll. With a smirk on his face, he was now waiting for her to stand up and when she finally did, slowly and helping herself with the ropes, he relentlessly kicked her hard in the stomach, doubling her over and planting her on her head with the deprivation ddt. The sound of the referee’s hand slamming against he mat echoed in the completely silent Mexico City Arena. Once. Twice. And then the miracle happened, and the nineteen years old, against all odds, kicked out. Seth and Vince looked at each other, both shaking their heads, incredulous. The fans were going nuts, Tiffany’s boyfriend sitting in the front row couldn’t believe what he just witnessed. There was still life in the young Champion, still a tiny spark of hope that Seth was determined to extinguish, in order to leave Mexico with another title. Hard to tell where she found the energy, but Tiff was still fighting, matching the bigger and more powerful opponent blow for blow. They traded forearms for almost a minute, both of them refusing to concede even an inch to the opponent. Inevitably, Seth came out on top of the exchange, knocking the champ down with a vicious headbutt. He went to pick her up, looking to put the word “end” to this match and her title reign with another Deprivation DDT. And that was when Rollins pulled an ace out of her sleeves, something she rarely shown so far, something not even a ring general like the FGA Pride Champion saw coming. Paying homage to Heather Lasiewicz, she locked him in a triangle choke, squeezing the life out of Iser with her last energy. Quickly recovering from the initial surprise, Seth started fighting back, at first trying to power out from the submission. But no matter how hard he tried to break through, Rollins wasn’t letting him go, latching even more desperately onto him with her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. And when the raw power failed, Seth relied on his ring awareness and experience. Realizing that the ropes weren’t too far, he extended his leg back. A few inches were still separating him from the ropes, a distance he covered not without effort, finally forcing the break. Still trying to catch his breath, Seth never saw the Death Kick coming, nor he heard Vincent trying to warn him. The big man was down, and Tiffany had now her best chance to close the deal, but instead of going for the immediate cover, remembering how the Death Kick wasn’t enough to keep Seth down the first time, she took a risk she rarely takes, climbing to the top rope despite her well known fear of heights. A deep breath, her eyes scouring the twenty thousands fans filling the Arena before locking on her target. And she jumped off, landing on Seth with the Thrillkiller, the Swanton Bomb made famous by the Pink Haired Grenade Brytain Rollins. The referee dropped in position, making the count to three and declaring her as the winner of this match. And still, the Millennium Cloud Gate Champion. WINNER: Tiff Rollins BY: Pinfall (Thrillkiller) , 27:56 |
As we see Tiffany Rollins being handed her successfully retained championship Seth is rolling toward the direction of the ropes before using them to pull himself up with a cough. The crowd is quite happy she won this encounter and she might have won a few more friends with who she just beat.
Jared Idol:
Tiffany Rollins defeated Seth Iser in a main event on pay per view! If she can defeat that…
Bea Torres:
The entire company now has to work even harder now if they want to beat her with the championship on the line. What a win for this young woman!
Rollins gets off the turnbuckle and takes a breath and drops to a knee, tired. Seth has finally pulled himself up. And as soon as she turns around she’s now having to eyeball a vertical Iser center of the ring. The two are glancing at one another with Tiffany obviously not trusting what he could pull now that he’s lost. Soon you actually see Seth’s face and entire body lighten up slightly before he extends his right arm in a show of respect.
Tiffany glances around and peers toward the audience as Seth almost seems frozen as if he’s judging what she might be doing though he’s not making a move. Cautiously Tiffany seems to shake his hand but the audience loves the shake of the hand though after the handshake Seth visibly says something toward Tiffany before disengaging the handshake. It seems whatever said was between them and them alone before he exits the ring and leaves Tiffany to celebrate.
Jared Idol:
Tiffany Rollins defeated Seth Iser in a main event on pay per view! If she can defeat that…
Bea Torres:
The entire company now has to work even harder now if they want to beat her with the championship on the line. What a win for this young woman!
Rollins gets off the turnbuckle and takes a breath and drops to a knee, tired. Seth has finally pulled himself up. And as soon as she turns around she’s now having to eyeball a vertical Iser center of the ring. The two are glancing at one another with Tiffany obviously not trusting what he could pull now that he’s lost. Soon you actually see Seth’s face and entire body lighten up slightly before he extends his right arm in a show of respect.
Tiffany glances around and peers toward the audience as Seth almost seems frozen as if he’s judging what she might be doing though he’s not making a move. Cautiously Tiffany seems to shake his hand but the audience loves the shake of the hand though after the handshake Seth visibly says something toward Tiffany before disengaging the handshake. It seems whatever said was between them and them alone before he exits the ring and leaves Tiffany to celebrate.