Post by gvb on Aug 28, 2019 15:51:39 GMT -6
MWE presents: A Midsummer Night's Dream
Live from Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY
Saturday, August 24th, 2019
It's MWE's comeback show, the first event after Viva La Revolucion back in June. And as expectable, the Barclays Center in Brooklyn is sold out with excited fans ready for what promises to be a night to remember with some of the most popular superstars from both Millennium and Riot.
"Old New York" by Agnostic Front blares out of the loudspeakers, while multicolored pyros go off on the stage, decorated with clear references to Shakespeare's opera that gives the name to tonight's show.
Flying over the cheering fans, the camera cuts to the announcer's table. And there is the first surprise of the night. Alyx Valero is not sitting next to Zackary Dyson, and the Millennium announcers Jared Idol and Bea Torres are nowhere to be seen. To replace them, flaunting an improbable jacket is none other than Jacob Figgins, former MWE superstar.
The duo gives the fan a quick run-through of the most recent events, as well as a brief introduction to the match we will be seeing tonight. Zackary points out that later tonight, the Riot General Manager Yulia Kirilenko will be making an important announcement.
But now, the time for talking is over. A Midnight Summer's Dream is about to start.
"Old New York" by Agnostic Front blares out of the loudspeakers, while multicolored pyros go off on the stage, decorated with clear references to Shakespeare's opera that gives the name to tonight's show.
Flying over the cheering fans, the camera cuts to the announcer's table. And there is the first surprise of the night. Alyx Valero is not sitting next to Zackary Dyson, and the Millennium announcers Jared Idol and Bea Torres are nowhere to be seen. To replace them, flaunting an improbable jacket is none other than Jacob Figgins, former MWE superstar.
The duo gives the fan a quick run-through of the most recent events, as well as a brief introduction to the match we will be seeing tonight. Zackary points out that later tonight, the Riot General Manager Yulia Kirilenko will be making an important announcement.
But now, the time for talking is over. A Midnight Summer's Dream is about to start.
The scene cuts backstage in a hallway as Chris Constantine Jr. is getting ready for his up coming match. Wrapping tape around his wrist, Chris tosses the tape into a nearby duffel bag. Chris isn’t pleased as he looks around his setting.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
I can’t believe that Riot and Millennium members are dressing in the same locker room. A month ago we were at each other’s throats and now we’re supposed to act like nothing happened? Screw that! I’m not going to be in the same room as those Riot vermin. I’d rather change out here. Speaking of change, Millennium needs a change. It’s needs a major face lift because I look at the current champion and I see someone that isn’t worthy of holding the title. That Sero....Zero? Who gives a damn. He’s a laughing stock of a champion and he needs that title to be stripped and immediately handed to me. But Chris? I can hear you say right now? How are you going to get a title opportunity?
Chris just grins as he folds his hands together.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Oh! You’ll see. CCJ always has a plan.”
Chris lets out a chuckle as he walks past the camera.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
I can’t believe that Riot and Millennium members are dressing in the same locker room. A month ago we were at each other’s throats and now we’re supposed to act like nothing happened? Screw that! I’m not going to be in the same room as those Riot vermin. I’d rather change out here. Speaking of change, Millennium needs a change. It’s needs a major face lift because I look at the current champion and I see someone that isn’t worthy of holding the title. That Sero....Zero? Who gives a damn. He’s a laughing stock of a champion and he needs that title to be stripped and immediately handed to me. But Chris? I can hear you say right now? How are you going to get a title opportunity?
Chris just grins as he folds his hands together.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Oh! You’ll see. CCJ always has a plan.”
Chris lets out a chuckle as he walks past the camera.
Tag Team Match
The BreeTee Committee VS TBA
The long break didn’t seem to affect the love and respect the MWE fans always tribute to the BreeTee Committee. Bree and Teagan took their time to entertain the fans on their way to the ring, shaking hands and taking pictures with some lucky fans in the front row. Once inside the ring, they waited to know who their mystery opponents will be. After a few moments of silence, longer than the usual for dramatic effect, “Rise” by Skillet blared out of the loudspeakers. It didn’t take long to the New York fans to recognize the two young men walking out of the curtains as Jay Gallagher (not related to Teegs) and Donovan Kean, collectively known as Nightfall Rising. The Portland Pro up and coming tag team wasted no time, rushing down and sliding into the ring, immediately bringing the fight to the Breetee Committee who certainly weren't expecting this kind of aggressive start. Jay took on Bree, while Donnie focused on Reagan, both of them landing a series of forearm shots to the jaw before grabbing the opponents by the wrist and sending them against the ropes. As the two girls rebounded back, Donnie and Jay leapfrogged over them and caught them with a dropkick each as the two girls came back. The impact against Jay’s feet sent Teegs rolling outside the ring, allowing Nightfall Rising to focus on the powerhouse of the Committee with some double team moves, connecting a double suplex after a series of kicks to the chest and ribs. Gallagher then left through the ropes and leaped on Teagan who was only now starting to get up. Inside the ring, Donovan showed his athleticism landing on Bree with a Standing Moonsault that gave him the first near fall of the match. The Portland Pro stars were looking to impress the fans in Brooklyn tonight, and possibly the management as well, perhaps trying to earn themselves a contract. Keeping the pace of the match fast they isolated Bree from her partner cutting the ring in half with frequent tags. With Smith now stuck in the corner, Jay and Donnie took turns to wear her down with stiff kicks to the chest. Feeling in full control Donovan and Jay grew a bit too cocky. After yet another tag, they taunted Teagan and the fans for a little too long before Jay whipped Donnie toward the corner for a double knee. Bree had enough time to recover and move out of the way, levelling Gallagher with a clothesline right after. Nobody was standing between her and Teegs now, and the blonde girl slowly started crawling toward her corner. Donovan came back just in time to grab her ankle and block her before she could make the tag. His attempt only slowed down Bree who got rid of the irish born with a forearm strike to the jaw followed by a overhead belly to belly suplex that sent Keane against the corner. And this time, she did make the tag to Teagan, who entered the ring with a slingshot dropkick on Donovan, who was sitting in the corner. Jay came charging in at full speed, finding the female Gallagher ready to take him down with a drop toe hold that caused him to crash on his partner. Jay stumbled back to his feet, walking right into a northern lights suplex from the member of the BreeTee Committee who picked up a near fall. Teagan and Bree didn’t seem to have missed a beat during this summer break, now putting on a dominant performance for their cheering fans who kept chanting for Bree while she delivered her usual array of power moves on a helpless Jay, who barely kicked out from Breeberry’s Powerboom (Powerbomb into a sliding lariat). Smith dragged him to her corner where she made another tag to Teegs, who climbed on the top rope where she waited for Bree to drop Jay on her knee with a backbreaker before jumping off with an elbow drop. Donovan had to enter the ring and dive on her to break the pinning predicament and saving the match for his team. Once again the two Gallaghers were squaring off, with Teagan controlling the pace of the match keeping the high flyer down with her mat wrestling techniques. Jay found a way to escape and landed a few strikes, but Teagan gained back control with a knee to the stomach that doubled the Nightfall Trainee over. She whipped him against the ropes, trying a clothesline ducked by Jay who then hit the ropes on the opposite side with a handspring and bounced against the ropes spinning in mid air to kick Teegs head off. Both wrestlers were now down, leaving the ref no choice but to start a double count. He reached five before the two competitors started moving, crawling toward the respective corners. The tag were made simultaneously allowing Bree and Donnie to get back into the ring. Keane’s speed was creating more than some problems to the powerhouse, who suddenly found herself shoulders on the mat after getting hit by the Donnie Cutter (handspring cutter) from which she kicked out in two. Keane picked up another near fall after a Pele Kick, but things took a drastic turn for him when he went high risk trying to finish things off with his DK Bomb (Swanton Bomb), landing on the blonde’s knees. From that moment on, the back became the main target of Bree’s offense, as she dropped her knees across his spine multiple times. She then picked him up and went for her patented Backbreaker Reps. Jay rushed in and broke up the pin, but his stay inside he ring was short lived, courtesy of a lariat from Teegs that sent him over the rope. A tag was made, only for Bree to throw the poor Donnie with an Exploder Suplex right into a Codebreaker from Gallagher, who made the cover and picked up the win for her team. WINNER: The BreeTee Committee BY: Pinfall (WHOOPAH!), 12:09 |
As the show comes back from the break, we are taken inside the ring, where the Riot General Manager Yulia Kirilenko is standing, dressed casually in a grey blazer over a matching skirt. The fans granted a warm welcome to who is, at this moment, the only authority figure left in the company, aside from the owner Grace van Beek. Raising the microphone to her lips, the young Russian begins to speak.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Feels good to be back, doesn't it?
Another round of applause, followed by a MWE chant. Part of the crowd, a small part to be honest, began a "Riot" chant, which put a smile on Yulia's face.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Sure, some things still need to be adjusted, we are currently without a general manager for Millennium and without a network deal, since our contract with MENTV expired at the end of June and negotiations are being complicated, to say the very least. But don't worry, we're not staying idle.. I'm currently in talks with other streaming services to ensure this company has the platform it deserves to showcase some of the best talents in this industry.
Another pop from the fans.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Speaking of talents, following Viva La Revolucion we had some departures. Aella Foley asked and obtained the release, Dustin Douglas suffered an injury and his recovery time is still unknown…
The crowd let their disappointment be known. Despite his association with Constantine, the Big Nasty was one of the fan favorites.
Yulia Kirilenko:
And as you already know, sir Figgles hung up his boots and joined our commentary team.
The camera quickly cuts to the extravagant individual sitting next to Zack Dawson.
Yulia Kirilenko:
On behalf of MWE, I'd like to wish all of them the best of luck in their life and careers.
She takes a short pause, allowing the crowd to tribute a round of applause to those who are no longer employed with the company.
Yulia Kirilenko:
But as much as they will be missed, none of them left quite the void as our most recent departure.
She leaves the audience wondering who she's talking about for a few moments, before revealing the news.
Yulia Kirilenko:
For reasons it's not my place to discuss, SERO left the company as well, and with that, the MWE championship is now vacant.
Obviously, the crowd reacts letting out an oh of surprise.
Yulia Kirilenko:
But don't worry, this unpleasant situation won't last long. We will be crowning a new MWE Champion tonight, right here in Brooklyn!
A thunderous ovation follows Yulia's announcement. The excitement keeps growing like the anticipation to know who's going to fight for the company's top prize.
Yulia Kirilenko:
There's one match on tonight's card that was originally made to find out who the next contender for SERO would be. A match between a former MWE Champ and someone who the former Millennium General Manager Gianluigi Vaccaro considered deserving of this opportunity.
It doesn’t take a genius to understand who she’s talking about. And the MWE fans are notoriously smart.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Our headline match, Chris Constantine Junior versus Christopher Kane will now be for the MWE Championship!
More cheers came from the sold out crowd. Yulia welcomes them with a big smile before taking leave.
Yulia Kirilenko:
But enough with the chat… Enjoy the show, ladies and gentlemen.
And on those words, the camera cuts to the next segment.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Feels good to be back, doesn't it?
Another round of applause, followed by a MWE chant. Part of the crowd, a small part to be honest, began a "Riot" chant, which put a smile on Yulia's face.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Sure, some things still need to be adjusted, we are currently without a general manager for Millennium and without a network deal, since our contract with MENTV expired at the end of June and negotiations are being complicated, to say the very least. But don't worry, we're not staying idle.. I'm currently in talks with other streaming services to ensure this company has the platform it deserves to showcase some of the best talents in this industry.
Another pop from the fans.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Speaking of talents, following Viva La Revolucion we had some departures. Aella Foley asked and obtained the release, Dustin Douglas suffered an injury and his recovery time is still unknown…
The crowd let their disappointment be known. Despite his association with Constantine, the Big Nasty was one of the fan favorites.
Yulia Kirilenko:
And as you already know, sir Figgles hung up his boots and joined our commentary team.
The camera quickly cuts to the extravagant individual sitting next to Zack Dawson.
Yulia Kirilenko:
On behalf of MWE, I'd like to wish all of them the best of luck in their life and careers.
She takes a short pause, allowing the crowd to tribute a round of applause to those who are no longer employed with the company.
Yulia Kirilenko:
But as much as they will be missed, none of them left quite the void as our most recent departure.
She leaves the audience wondering who she's talking about for a few moments, before revealing the news.
Yulia Kirilenko:
For reasons it's not my place to discuss, SERO left the company as well, and with that, the MWE championship is now vacant.
Obviously, the crowd reacts letting out an oh of surprise.
Yulia Kirilenko:
But don't worry, this unpleasant situation won't last long. We will be crowning a new MWE Champion tonight, right here in Brooklyn!
A thunderous ovation follows Yulia's announcement. The excitement keeps growing like the anticipation to know who's going to fight for the company's top prize.
Yulia Kirilenko:
There's one match on tonight's card that was originally made to find out who the next contender for SERO would be. A match between a former MWE Champ and someone who the former Millennium General Manager Gianluigi Vaccaro considered deserving of this opportunity.
It doesn’t take a genius to understand who she’s talking about. And the MWE fans are notoriously smart.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Our headline match, Chris Constantine Junior versus Christopher Kane will now be for the MWE Championship!
More cheers came from the sold out crowd. Yulia welcomes them with a big smile before taking leave.
Yulia Kirilenko:
But enough with the chat… Enjoy the show, ladies and gentlemen.
And on those words, the camera cuts to the next segment.
The cameras follow that of Crystal Zdunich and she is all grins as the cameras move in on her face and she could be seen at the Atlantic Terminal in Brooklyn, New York. All of the fans surround her as she slowly marches her way towards the Barclays Center.
Crystal:
Brooklyn New York. You know I have to be honest with you. When people think of being in New York they automatically think about being in Manhattan. They think about Madison Square Garden and how that is the world’s most famous arena but it is so amazing to be a part of Brooklyn. The Barclay’s center is on the rise and people are looking at that arena as being the new arena in town. It is where everybody wants to be and it just doesn’t get any better than that of Brooklyn.
Crystal smirks as she stops on the street at a local street vendor and continues to speak.
Crystal:
These vendors are always awesome. Just look at this amazing street truck. Where else besides in Brooklyn can you get an amazing dirty dog?! It just tastes so good. This vendor has been cooking in the same grease all day and it just tastes so amazing. On top of that a hot pretzel off of the grill is just as amazing.
Crystal continues walking towards the arena as she continues to share her out.
Crystal:
But what makes Brooklyn even more special is the fact that it will be the place where history will be made. Millennium is officially back and tonight seems like a great night to finally win a championship in this company. The Jr. Heavyweight title looks like it would be perfect around my waste. When it comes to being a Jr. Heavyweight there is nobody better than that of me. I can take flight, I can use my speed to my advantage. I only know of one speed and that is to go. So of course this title is something that I want and you better believe I am going to give everything I have to make sure that I come out as a champion.
Crystal smirks as she continues to speak some more.
Crystal:
A midsummer Night’s Dream that is the place where my fortune finally changes to that of something good. Up until now my career in this company has been hat of ups and so many downs. There hasn’t been any level of consistency and perhaps all of that can change in this match. One win here would completely change everything about me. It would change what everybody thinks of me, and it would give me a new form of confidence again. It is a confidence I need, and I will do whatever it takes to gain that type of a boost.
Crystal walks some more as the fans continue to cheer her on and she is eventually makes her way through the wrestler only entrance of the arena. She is all smiles as she stops to look t the camera man.
Crystal:
I am sure Adam Webb and Saki really believe they are deserving of this but let me just be honest with everyone. I deserve this moment. I am a wrestling legend and it pains me that I haven’t held any form of gold in a very long time. It has been too long if you ask me and one win changes everything. This is what I need and tonight through everything I will walk out with a win. I will bring the fight of a lifetime and I will showcase what it truly means to be a Junior Heavyweight. Tonight will be my night, and I will give whatever it takes to get there…. See you soon!
With that Crystal walks through the doors with a wide grin on her face as we go to elsewhere.
Crystal:
Brooklyn New York. You know I have to be honest with you. When people think of being in New York they automatically think about being in Manhattan. They think about Madison Square Garden and how that is the world’s most famous arena but it is so amazing to be a part of Brooklyn. The Barclay’s center is on the rise and people are looking at that arena as being the new arena in town. It is where everybody wants to be and it just doesn’t get any better than that of Brooklyn.
Crystal smirks as she stops on the street at a local street vendor and continues to speak.
Crystal:
These vendors are always awesome. Just look at this amazing street truck. Where else besides in Brooklyn can you get an amazing dirty dog?! It just tastes so good. This vendor has been cooking in the same grease all day and it just tastes so amazing. On top of that a hot pretzel off of the grill is just as amazing.
Crystal continues walking towards the arena as she continues to share her out.
Crystal:
But what makes Brooklyn even more special is the fact that it will be the place where history will be made. Millennium is officially back and tonight seems like a great night to finally win a championship in this company. The Jr. Heavyweight title looks like it would be perfect around my waste. When it comes to being a Jr. Heavyweight there is nobody better than that of me. I can take flight, I can use my speed to my advantage. I only know of one speed and that is to go. So of course this title is something that I want and you better believe I am going to give everything I have to make sure that I come out as a champion.
Crystal smirks as she continues to speak some more.
Crystal:
A midsummer Night’s Dream that is the place where my fortune finally changes to that of something good. Up until now my career in this company has been hat of ups and so many downs. There hasn’t been any level of consistency and perhaps all of that can change in this match. One win here would completely change everything about me. It would change what everybody thinks of me, and it would give me a new form of confidence again. It is a confidence I need, and I will do whatever it takes to gain that type of a boost.
Crystal walks some more as the fans continue to cheer her on and she is eventually makes her way through the wrestler only entrance of the arena. She is all smiles as she stops to look t the camera man.
Crystal:
I am sure Adam Webb and Saki really believe they are deserving of this but let me just be honest with everyone. I deserve this moment. I am a wrestling legend and it pains me that I haven’t held any form of gold in a very long time. It has been too long if you ask me and one win changes everything. This is what I need and tonight through everything I will walk out with a win. I will bring the fight of a lifetime and I will showcase what it truly means to be a Junior Heavyweight. Tonight will be my night, and I will give whatever it takes to get there…. See you soon!
With that Crystal walks through the doors with a wide grin on her face as we go to elsewhere.
We come backstage to see a familiar, and eerie figure sitting in the middle of the hallway. Several members of staff do their best to walk around her, or simply take a different hallway, as Saki sits and hums to herself. In one hand she holds an Adam Webb t-shirt, the other held a Crystal Hilton one.
SAKI:
They say
The price of my love's not a price that they’re willing to pay
The Singapore Mauler seems distraught by that revelation, scowling at the shirts and reminiscing.
SAKI:
Hear what I say
Saki’s up to mischief business today
Fuckin’ up this threeway today
You’re not ready for the panic today
She giggled, fingers digging into the shirts she held. As if just at this moment she recognized who they represented, her opponents tonight.
SAKI:
Oh dear...what the FUCK have we hare?
I see now where my wagon has been steered.
Crystal and Adam, know what has been chose?
This motherfucker’s all thorn, no rose.
I became famous for maimin you cucks
Stand in the ring cursin’ your luck
Finally her eyes, each of a different color, glare up at the camera. A serious, furious gaze that contrasted the happy smile on her face. She wasn’t looking at the camera, but at her opponents and everyone in the roster.
SAKI:
Thank your lord up above
Saki is here to bring you her love
Cuz when push comes to shove
I will kill your friends and family to remind you of...my...love.
The smile gets a bit wider before the feed abruptly cuts.
SAKI:
They say
The price of my love's not a price that they’re willing to pay
The Singapore Mauler seems distraught by that revelation, scowling at the shirts and reminiscing.
SAKI:
Hear what I say
Saki’s up to mischief business today
Fuckin’ up this threeway today
You’re not ready for the panic today
She giggled, fingers digging into the shirts she held. As if just at this moment she recognized who they represented, her opponents tonight.
SAKI:
Oh dear...what the FUCK have we hare?
I see now where my wagon has been steered.
Crystal and Adam, know what has been chose?
This motherfucker’s all thorn, no rose.
I became famous for maimin you cucks
Stand in the ring cursin’ your luck
Finally her eyes, each of a different color, glare up at the camera. A serious, furious gaze that contrasted the happy smile on her face. She wasn’t looking at the camera, but at her opponents and everyone in the roster.
SAKI:
Thank your lord up above
Saki is here to bring you her love
Cuz when push comes to shove
I will kill your friends and family to remind you of...my...love.
The smile gets a bit wider before the feed abruptly cuts.
Junior Heavyweight Championship Match
Three Way Dance
Adam Webb VS Saki VS Crystal Hilton-ZdunichThree Way Dance
After finally winning the title at Viva La Revolucion, Adam Webb was called to defend it for the first time tonight in an insidious Three Way Dance match. On the bright side, he can't lose the title without being involved in the decision, but chances were his opponents would team up to take him out of the contest early and then settle it out between them. And that was exactly what happened in the first part of the match, as Christina and Saki took turns to light up his chest with some knife edge chops, sending him against the ropes and catching him with a double clothesline. As soon as Adam’s back touched the mat, the two contenders began stomping the champion, who was soon forced to roll out of the ring hoping to catch a break. Not tonight… Saki launched herself between the ropes and took Adam out with a suicide dive- He had barely made it back to his feet when Crystal wiped them both out with a tope con hilo, getting some timid applause from the New York fans. The trio started fighting on the outside, a situation where, with her chaotic style and familiarity with unconventional setting, Saki seemed to thrive. The Singapore Mauler sent the champion crashing against the announcer’s table with a dropkick, quickly getting back to introduce Crystal’s face to the steel steps with a drop toe hold. Once again she turned her attention to Webb, charging at him and kicking his face in with a Yakuza kick, climbing on top of the table, leaving Sir Figgles and Zachary Dawson wonder what she had in mind. Her intentions became crystal (pun intended) clear as Hilton finally stood back to her feet, right in the trajectory of Saki’s Cotton Candy Kiss Of Death (Meteora) The match was brought back in the ring, where the former Empire Extreme Champion was having the best of the champ, who found himself half a second away from the elimination in at least two occasions, after a superkick and a piledriver. The champion was trying to fight back, but he didn’t seem able to give his offense the continuity he needed to cause some troubles to Saki. In all fairness, he almost caught her by surprise with an inside cradle after blocking a suplex attempt, and earned himself a two and half count when he clocked her with The Punch Line (Roaring Elbow) at the end of a lightning quick kicking combination. It was a flash in the pan though, with Saki soon taking back control with an eye rake followed by a kick to the stomach and a snap ddt. Adam was slowly getting up when the Kawaii Deathmachine took a run to get some momentum behind her next move, but as soon as hit the ropes, Crystal kicked her lower back, stopping her on her track. Saki turned around to face Hilton-Zdunich, making her first, fatal mistake of the match when she turned her back to the Junior Heavyweight Champion who planted her head first on the mat with a reverse rana, He quickly left the ring, standing on the apron and jumping back in with his patented Springboard Shooting Star Press called Wicked Webb, eliminating Saki from the march. Rumchata Ayano: Saki has been eliminated!” Hilton tried to catch the champ off guard and steal the victory with a School Boy pin but Adam managed to kick out in two. The pair met in the middle of the ring and began trading blows, with the champ easily getting the upper hand. Hilton stomped his foot and followed with a forearm shot to the jaw, grabbing his wrist right after and sending him into the corner. Or at least that was her intention, but Adam reversed the irish whip and charged at the challenger driving a knee to her face. In one fluid motion he followed with a bulldog, making a cover that saw Crystal kicking out. Back and forth they went for a couple more minutes, until Crystal ducked a Spinning Heel Kick from Adam and quickly answered with the Flashing Lights (Chick Kick), knocking him down and making the cover with her Smell The Roses (Standing Handspring Moonsault). There was still life in the champion, who showed once again that determination that helped him in his chase of the Junior Heavyweight Championship. Adam turned once again things in his favor and eventually picked up the win with the Webbecution (Backpack Stunner), successfully retaining the strap that he raised high in the air as he celebrated with the fanssì. WINNER: Adam Webbr BY: Pinfall (Webbecution), 13:14 |
As we come back from commercial, Dean Smith is seen making his way through the backstage with the Invictus Title on his right shoulder, over his You Bring the Fight shirt and heads toward another locker room. The staff become more frantic the closer he gets. He started passing roadies and tech guys and girls and now was passing various makeup artists and stylists who had responded to Luna's ad to make her PPV ready.
He finally opens the big lilac door with Luna's name on it to see Luna deciding between anxious designers holding up ring gear.
Dean Smith:
You guys know you're designing the gear she's wearing to lose in, right?
Dean says opening a piece of him and popping it in his mouth while the designers try to not faint. Luna responds without even looking over her shoulder at her brother.
Luna Smith:
I’ve had Holly send a rather scathing email about this odd match booking. Clearly I'm more well suited for the Lockdown Championship or the MWE Championship if they had any sense. I'm not competing in a round system and I'm NOT having anyone score my performances to pick the winner.
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:
That's something we have in common. I go for the more decisive wins.
He walks in and helps himself to a strawberry from a bowl sitting on a table next to some makeup boxes.
Dean Smith:
But the Invictus Division is nothing to turn your nose up at. Especially now Riot beat Millennium.
Luna now silently looks at her brother annoyed.
Dean Smith:
Just pointing it out.
Luna chimes in with some clear emotion and passion in her voice as she turns to face Dean directly.
Luna Smith:
We're family. These matches one day cause a rift between family members, ok. It happens to others and it won't happen to us.
Designer #1:
Maybe they picked you because you're the best challenger to him. Millennium had to pick the best of the best…
One of the designers chimes up nervously and falls pale when Luna and Dean look at him but don't say anything. Dean turns back to Luna.
Dean Smith:
Who's he?
Luna Smith:
That's obviously true. Of all my family here, I won my first title here the fastest. But you have missed my point. Dean and Bree teamed together, for some reason and not that reason, they want us to fight against each other.
Luna glanced at the designer who swallowed hard like it was the last time he'd ever do that.
Dean Smith:
Well Mimi and Trixie have in that place Sky works at.
Luna Smith:
It's called NVR, why did you refer to it like that?
Startled by the direct question, Dean throws his hands partly up into the air while shrugging it off.
Dean Smith:
Not sure. Point is, they've fought and still fine. We'll fight, and just like Meems and Trix, the older sibling is going to win and retain the title.
Luna Smith:
Uh, no.
Luna stands up and picks the celestial one, black, white and sky blue.
Luna Smith:
I'm the best Smith, overall. Mimi was still new and she was in a tag team match. I don't have to depend on any horrid partners. That's the only thing that would give you any advantage.
Luna says before taking her wear and walking out the room. She turns her intern Holly around as she returns with a box of things Luna's requested but Luna prefers her assistant sticks with her than see who's in her locker room presently.
This leaves Dean alone with the people.
Dean Smith:
She makes a decision quicker when you take her mind off what to wear.
As he takes a bite of another strawberry. He looks at the designers who are relieved, relaxed and chilled. Although the one who chimed up pulls out a bag to take Dean's strawberry end from the trash and bag it for the internet while Dean makes his way out with the title on his shoulder.
He finally opens the big lilac door with Luna's name on it to see Luna deciding between anxious designers holding up ring gear.
Dean Smith:
You guys know you're designing the gear she's wearing to lose in, right?
Dean says opening a piece of him and popping it in his mouth while the designers try to not faint. Luna responds without even looking over her shoulder at her brother.
Luna Smith:
I’ve had Holly send a rather scathing email about this odd match booking. Clearly I'm more well suited for the Lockdown Championship or the MWE Championship if they had any sense. I'm not competing in a round system and I'm NOT having anyone score my performances to pick the winner.
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:
That's something we have in common. I go for the more decisive wins.
He walks in and helps himself to a strawberry from a bowl sitting on a table next to some makeup boxes.
Dean Smith:
But the Invictus Division is nothing to turn your nose up at. Especially now Riot beat Millennium.
Luna now silently looks at her brother annoyed.
Dean Smith:
Just pointing it out.
Luna chimes in with some clear emotion and passion in her voice as she turns to face Dean directly.
Luna Smith:
We're family. These matches one day cause a rift between family members, ok. It happens to others and it won't happen to us.
Designer #1:
Maybe they picked you because you're the best challenger to him. Millennium had to pick the best of the best…
One of the designers chimes up nervously and falls pale when Luna and Dean look at him but don't say anything. Dean turns back to Luna.
Dean Smith:
Who's he?
Luna Smith:
That's obviously true. Of all my family here, I won my first title here the fastest. But you have missed my point. Dean and Bree teamed together, for some reason and not that reason, they want us to fight against each other.
Luna glanced at the designer who swallowed hard like it was the last time he'd ever do that.
Dean Smith:
Well Mimi and Trixie have in that place Sky works at.
Luna Smith:
It's called NVR, why did you refer to it like that?
Startled by the direct question, Dean throws his hands partly up into the air while shrugging it off.
Dean Smith:
Not sure. Point is, they've fought and still fine. We'll fight, and just like Meems and Trix, the older sibling is going to win and retain the title.
Luna Smith:
Uh, no.
Luna stands up and picks the celestial one, black, white and sky blue.
Luna Smith:
I'm the best Smith, overall. Mimi was still new and she was in a tag team match. I don't have to depend on any horrid partners. That's the only thing that would give you any advantage.
Luna says before taking her wear and walking out the room. She turns her intern Holly around as she returns with a box of things Luna's requested but Luna prefers her assistant sticks with her than see who's in her locker room presently.
This leaves Dean alone with the people.
Dean Smith:
She makes a decision quicker when you take her mind off what to wear.
As he takes a bite of another strawberry. He looks at the designers who are relieved, relaxed and chilled. Although the one who chimed up pulls out a bag to take Dean's strawberry end from the trash and bag it for the internet while Dean makes his way out with the title on his shoulder.
The show cuts to a pre-tape which features Victoria Salinas standing in front of two large studio lights with a confident smile on her face.
Victoria:
So… the question that a lot of you are asking… what is this “vainglorious” thing that I’ve been talking about over the last few weeks in the anticipation for tonight’s event? Well, the first thing that you should know… is that vainglorious… is yours truly at her absolute best…
The pre-taped footage then cuts to some old clips of herself from nearly nine years ago… a then-blonde Victoria is shown overcoming every enemy that came her way during an instrumental of “Something Kinda Oooh” by Girls Aloud
Victoria (voice over):
In the fall of 2010, I broke out of my shell! It was during this time of my career when I stopped being an introvert and let a piece of me shine for the very first time in my life… and it wasn’t just in the ring either….
There’s a pause from some old modeling and studio shots from late 2010 to early 2013 showing that she became a big star during this time.
Victoria (voice over):
My confidence grew to the point where I embraced the spotlight, I became one of Canada’s biggest celebrities, I was… truth be told, the draw of the promotion that I was working for at time…
More quick photo shots… this time of some of her greatest accomplishments which would include the first two world championships that she won.
Victoria (voice over):
Once I hit my stride… I was virtually unstoppable… though… all the fame and the bright lights came with some consequences… though not at first… I did let it get to my head…
The background song fades and reveals a static image of Victoria blowing off the fans sometime in 2015 during her third world championship reign.
Victoria (voice over):
I forgot my roots, I lost my passion for this, and I turned off everyone around me… I managed to win back the trust and the love of the fans eventually… but by then… I wasn’t vainglorious anymore…
A few shots of some of her more miserable times prior to her Millennium Wrestling signing quickly flash on the screen, the last shots being her losses to Kelsey Spencer and Charlie Webster…
Victoria (voice over):
I forgot what made me a star to begin with… I abandoned what brought me to the dance… the “vainglorious” in me that was confident, brash, bold, and wasn’t afraid of a god damn thing… but now? It’s coming back! I recognize that in order to be the success that I’ve been before and that I know deep down in my heart I can be again… I have to embrace the very part of my personality that allowed me to soar to great heights in the first place… and like I’ve been saying….
The pre-tape fades back to Victoria in front of the studio lights.
Victoria:
Millennium Wrestling has yet to see the very best of me. I’ve had to go through so much deep diving and inner soul searching to find myself again and I am very happy to say that I have. I know what I am! I’m not some second rate wrestler that was allowing personal issues to get to her. I’m not some afterthought… I’m not some second or third choice or someone to take up space… I know my worth… and it’s time I finally go out there and prove it!
Victoria takes a pause showing a bit of her deep determination to get back in the ring and once more maximize the potential that she knows she’s always had in her heart.
Victoria:
Bethany Driver won’t be an easy opponent… not in the slightest… but I sure as hell won’t be one for her either. I’m grateful that she’s far more respectful than Charlie Webster was but at the end of the day, I’m back to win… I’m back to be vainglorious again… and I’m back to show the world why I became such a big deal in this business to begin with. Tonight? It’s the start of a new lease on my career… one that I’m not going to take for granted…
Victoria remains poised and confident as the pre-tape fades out.
Victoria:
So… the question that a lot of you are asking… what is this “vainglorious” thing that I’ve been talking about over the last few weeks in the anticipation for tonight’s event? Well, the first thing that you should know… is that vainglorious… is yours truly at her absolute best…
The pre-taped footage then cuts to some old clips of herself from nearly nine years ago… a then-blonde Victoria is shown overcoming every enemy that came her way during an instrumental of “Something Kinda Oooh” by Girls Aloud
Victoria (voice over):
In the fall of 2010, I broke out of my shell! It was during this time of my career when I stopped being an introvert and let a piece of me shine for the very first time in my life… and it wasn’t just in the ring either….
There’s a pause from some old modeling and studio shots from late 2010 to early 2013 showing that she became a big star during this time.
Victoria (voice over):
My confidence grew to the point where I embraced the spotlight, I became one of Canada’s biggest celebrities, I was… truth be told, the draw of the promotion that I was working for at time…
More quick photo shots… this time of some of her greatest accomplishments which would include the first two world championships that she won.
Victoria (voice over):
Once I hit my stride… I was virtually unstoppable… though… all the fame and the bright lights came with some consequences… though not at first… I did let it get to my head…
The background song fades and reveals a static image of Victoria blowing off the fans sometime in 2015 during her third world championship reign.
Victoria (voice over):
I forgot my roots, I lost my passion for this, and I turned off everyone around me… I managed to win back the trust and the love of the fans eventually… but by then… I wasn’t vainglorious anymore…
A few shots of some of her more miserable times prior to her Millennium Wrestling signing quickly flash on the screen, the last shots being her losses to Kelsey Spencer and Charlie Webster…
Victoria (voice over):
I forgot what made me a star to begin with… I abandoned what brought me to the dance… the “vainglorious” in me that was confident, brash, bold, and wasn’t afraid of a god damn thing… but now? It’s coming back! I recognize that in order to be the success that I’ve been before and that I know deep down in my heart I can be again… I have to embrace the very part of my personality that allowed me to soar to great heights in the first place… and like I’ve been saying….
The pre-tape fades back to Victoria in front of the studio lights.
Victoria:
Millennium Wrestling has yet to see the very best of me. I’ve had to go through so much deep diving and inner soul searching to find myself again and I am very happy to say that I have. I know what I am! I’m not some second rate wrestler that was allowing personal issues to get to her. I’m not some afterthought… I’m not some second or third choice or someone to take up space… I know my worth… and it’s time I finally go out there and prove it!
Victoria takes a pause showing a bit of her deep determination to get back in the ring and once more maximize the potential that she knows she’s always had in her heart.
Victoria:
Bethany Driver won’t be an easy opponent… not in the slightest… but I sure as hell won’t be one for her either. I’m grateful that she’s far more respectful than Charlie Webster was but at the end of the day, I’m back to win… I’m back to be vainglorious again… and I’m back to show the world why I became such a big deal in this business to begin with. Tonight? It’s the start of a new lease on my career… one that I’m not going to take for granted…
Victoria remains poised and confident as the pre-tape fades out.
Invictus Championship Match
Dean Smith (C) VS LunaBrother and sister forced to fight one against the other. A match, probably the one match, none of them would have wanted to ever fight. And yet, here they were, Dean's Invictus Title on the line in what you have to believe is way for Yulia to test her champion. First Round: As predictable, the approach for both of them was very cautious. Knowing each other oh so well, they played it safe, with a prolonged study phase that lasted for half of the first round. Dean was the first one to strike, a quick throat jab that found an opening on Luna's defense. But when he saw her short of breath, coughing andholding her neck, he hesitated, unable to inflict more punishment on Luna. As soon as she revovered, she didn't use him the same courtesy. stunning him with a jumping knee strike. Dean backed down to the ropes, with Luna still hitting him with her flurry of kicks, most of them blocked and dodged by the Invictus cgampion. Dean pushed his siister down, charging in for a clothesline when she rolled back to her feet. Luna ducked it by bending forward and took a run to the ropes, using the middle one as a springboard to connect a roundhouse kick that knocked Dean off his feet. He pulled himself up, and that was when the bell rang. Judges Scores: Kirilenko: Luna 10-8 Dyson: Luna 10-9 Figgins: Luna 10-9 Second Round: Luna came out strong in the early phase of the second round, her speed allowing her to hit her brother and quickly move away, avoiding his counterattacks. Kicks and knees were causing more than a trouble to the Invictus Champion, who didn't seem to find a way, or the courage, to hit his ssister. With Dean stunned in the middle of the ring, Luna went for a clothesline, taking him down to the mat. Well, not really as Dean backflipped into a spike ddt, kipping back up to his feet and turning Luna inside out with a clothesline of his own. It was now like someone flicked the switch on Dean, who finally abandoned any qualms and started fighting. Uppercuts, ddts, and his characteristic throat jabs.. The tides had turned completely and only the bell saved Luna from a possible knock out, giving the former Lockdown Champion a chance to recover. Judges Sccores: Kirilenko: Dean 10-8 Dyson: Dean 10-9 Figgins: Dean 10-9 Final Round: Five more minutes to determine which one was the best Smith, at least tonight. And despite Luna almost knocking him out with a bicycle knee strike right off the bat, it only took a little over one minute for Dean to trap her in his Choke Out (Dragon Sleeper with body scissor), forcing Luna to tap out. WINNER: Dean Smith BY: Submission (Choke Out), Round 3, 1:19 |
The show cuts backstage where Millennium Wrestling interviewer Camari Hayre is standing by.
Camari:
Ladies and gentlemen, with me at this time is Victoria Salinas…
The scene pans to reveal Victoria who is in a more upbeat mood than what the Millennium audience has seen out of her. She’s certainly showing more confidence as her new, glitter-style ring gear and the smile on her face would suggest.
Camari:
Victoria, last time we saw you… you were in a one on one match with Charlie Webster and of course, you’re not going to forget that she had some extremely harsh things to say about you. She had derided you for growing up in Montana, moving to Canada and living there and even being 31 years of age and calling for you to retire. And yet… when it was all said and done, you overcame all that, you beat her, you shut her up and you got payback for that four way encounter. How much did that win affect your progress going into the summer break?
Victoria:
It had a hell of an effect… in a good way. I couldn’t have gone into that break any better than I did. Those were some harsh, disrespectful words coming out of her… but it allowed me to reflect. Nearly 9 years ago, I was on the other side. I was the one telling the other wrestler that THEY were the one that was over the hill… that THEY were the one that had faded from the mainstream… and you know… in hindsight, that was very mean of me to do… but I was a kid back then. I was 22, very immature, you name it. But… Charlie made a HUGE mistake when she tried to run me down that way and ultimately, it motivated me further to shut her up and I’m so glad I was able to do just that. Now? I get to show this company what I can do when I’m no longer being bogged down by issues outside of the ring that had long ceased to matter.
Camari:
We’re all looking forward to that just as much as we are looking forward to your match later tonight against Bethany Driver.
Victoria:
Yes… that’s a clash that I am definitely excited about. This is a woman with potential that we’re talking about here… and someone that just recently challenged for the MWE Championship… THE biggest prize that there is in this company. She may have lost that one to SERO, but she’s no easy picnic regardless. I know what I’m up against. I know that I have a tall order ahead… and maybe, just maybe, Bethany’s the favorite to win. BUT, I also know that while I have a tall order ahead… I don’t have an impossible one either. If I can find a way to beat her tonight, I know I’ll put myself front and center of that MWE title race.
Camari:
Of course, that’d be highly unprecedented considering you have only had a handful of matches.
Victoria:
Unfortunately for some, I happen to do quite well when I’m overlooked and underrated. Tonight, like I’ve been saying, I WILL be at my very best. For those that are familiar with my career, I’ll make them remember exactly what vainglorious is all about… and for those that aren’t… they’re about to get an initiation… I’m not letting this slip away like the Kelsey Spencer match that put me at rock bottom a few months ago… after all…
Victoria has a pause, with a more serious, determined look on her face.
Victoria:
I’ve got way too much pride to let that happen to me again. So with all due respect to Bethany Driver… tonight begins MY journey back to the vainglory that I know and she’s going to have to kill me to stop me from getting there!
With this in mind, Victoria turns and leaves the interview, leaving an impressed Camari Hayre with much to digest as the scene fades out.
Camari:
Ladies and gentlemen, with me at this time is Victoria Salinas…
The scene pans to reveal Victoria who is in a more upbeat mood than what the Millennium audience has seen out of her. She’s certainly showing more confidence as her new, glitter-style ring gear and the smile on her face would suggest.
Camari:
Victoria, last time we saw you… you were in a one on one match with Charlie Webster and of course, you’re not going to forget that she had some extremely harsh things to say about you. She had derided you for growing up in Montana, moving to Canada and living there and even being 31 years of age and calling for you to retire. And yet… when it was all said and done, you overcame all that, you beat her, you shut her up and you got payback for that four way encounter. How much did that win affect your progress going into the summer break?
Victoria:
It had a hell of an effect… in a good way. I couldn’t have gone into that break any better than I did. Those were some harsh, disrespectful words coming out of her… but it allowed me to reflect. Nearly 9 years ago, I was on the other side. I was the one telling the other wrestler that THEY were the one that was over the hill… that THEY were the one that had faded from the mainstream… and you know… in hindsight, that was very mean of me to do… but I was a kid back then. I was 22, very immature, you name it. But… Charlie made a HUGE mistake when she tried to run me down that way and ultimately, it motivated me further to shut her up and I’m so glad I was able to do just that. Now? I get to show this company what I can do when I’m no longer being bogged down by issues outside of the ring that had long ceased to matter.
Camari:
We’re all looking forward to that just as much as we are looking forward to your match later tonight against Bethany Driver.
Victoria:
Yes… that’s a clash that I am definitely excited about. This is a woman with potential that we’re talking about here… and someone that just recently challenged for the MWE Championship… THE biggest prize that there is in this company. She may have lost that one to SERO, but she’s no easy picnic regardless. I know what I’m up against. I know that I have a tall order ahead… and maybe, just maybe, Bethany’s the favorite to win. BUT, I also know that while I have a tall order ahead… I don’t have an impossible one either. If I can find a way to beat her tonight, I know I’ll put myself front and center of that MWE title race.
Camari:
Of course, that’d be highly unprecedented considering you have only had a handful of matches.
Victoria:
Unfortunately for some, I happen to do quite well when I’m overlooked and underrated. Tonight, like I’ve been saying, I WILL be at my very best. For those that are familiar with my career, I’ll make them remember exactly what vainglorious is all about… and for those that aren’t… they’re about to get an initiation… I’m not letting this slip away like the Kelsey Spencer match that put me at rock bottom a few months ago… after all…
Victoria has a pause, with a more serious, determined look on her face.
Victoria:
I’ve got way too much pride to let that happen to me again. So with all due respect to Bethany Driver… tonight begins MY journey back to the vainglory that I know and she’s going to have to kill me to stop me from getting there!
With this in mind, Victoria turns and leaves the interview, leaving an impressed Camari Hayre with much to digest as the scene fades out.
Backstage, near the production area, the cameras catch up to Bethany as she’s going through a few final stretches before her match. She’s in her red ring gear and seemingly ready to go as she pops to her feet and finishes off what looks like a bit of strawberry lemonade.
Bethany Driver:
Been too long, hasn’t it?
She grins.
Bethany Driver:
I’ve missed being in the Millennium ring. The lighter schedule over the summer is great for spending time at the beach, but I can only go so long before I feel the need to DDT someone.
A soft chuckle escapes and she shakes her head, leaning back against an equipment box.
Bethany Driver:
This will be the first time I get to step in with Victoria Salinas, who’s been primarily a Riot talent. But I saw her last match and I know she’s got a lot of fight in her. And me?
Another brief laugh.
Bethany Driver:
Some might say I have to get back on my feet after coming up short against SERO. Hell, maybe I do, but not in my mind. I knew going into it that SERO was a hell of a challenge and sometimes you don’t best a challenge on the first go.
Finally, she gives a brief shrug and straightens again.
Bethany Driver:
But that’s a challenge for another day. Tonight the challenge is a hard-hitting redhead. I don’t expect it to be easy, but she’s never been on the wrong side of the MurderGraps before either.
With a wink, Bethany steps past the camera and out of frame.
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Bethany Driver:
Been too long, hasn’t it?
She grins.
Bethany Driver:
I’ve missed being in the Millennium ring. The lighter schedule over the summer is great for spending time at the beach, but I can only go so long before I feel the need to DDT someone.
A soft chuckle escapes and she shakes her head, leaning back against an equipment box.
Bethany Driver:
This will be the first time I get to step in with Victoria Salinas, who’s been primarily a Riot talent. But I saw her last match and I know she’s got a lot of fight in her. And me?
Another brief laugh.
Bethany Driver:
Some might say I have to get back on my feet after coming up short against SERO. Hell, maybe I do, but not in my mind. I knew going into it that SERO was a hell of a challenge and sometimes you don’t best a challenge on the first go.
Finally, she gives a brief shrug and straightens again.
Bethany Driver:
But that’s a challenge for another day. Tonight the challenge is a hard-hitting redhead. I don’t expect it to be easy, but she’s never been on the wrong side of the MurderGraps before either.
With a wink, Bethany steps past the camera and out of frame.
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Singles Match
Bethany Driver VS Victoria SalinasBethany put up one hell of a fight at Viva La Revolucion against SERO, but still it wasn’t enough to take the title away from the Leader Of The Few. Even though she came up short, that match proved, if there was any need, that she definitely is one of the main staples of MWE. Victoria Salinas has been on a roll since joining the Riot roster, coming out of the last PPV with a win against Charlie Webster. Tonight she came to the ring determined to keep her momentum going, knowing how much a win against an opponent the caliber of Bethany could mean for her career. Since the opening bell, she forced Driver on the defense with quick attacks and kicks to the arms and shoulders of the former ACM Champion. Driver, who you can bet methodically studied her opponent in the weeks leading up to this event, easily read her strategy aiming to weaken and injure her arms/shoulders to eventually apply her Burning Victory submission. Now it became easier for Beth to counter her attacks, blocking the kick and grabbing Victoria’s leg- The Canadian was quick to hit her with an enziguri kick that left Driver staggering in the middle of the ring. She seized the opportunity to hit the nearby ropes and locking Driver’s arm in the tilt-a-whirl Fujiwara armbar that brought her so much success in the past. With the submission locked in, it seemed like this match was heading toward a quick, unexpected epilogue. Bethany was in obvious pain, and she had to dig down deep to escape the lethal Burning Victory, eventually doing so by dropping the opponent on the mat. Both wrestlers took some time to recover, beating the ref's count only when he had reached seven, and met in the centre of the ring, where they locked up. Not the smartest choice for Bethany, considering the damage her arm already took. And in fact, Victoria was quick to grab it and twist it in a wrist lock, applying more pressure to the joints. Being a technical wizard herself, Driver found a way to wrestle her way out of it, reversing the move into a hammer lock. From that position, she quickly moved in front of Salinas and lifted her with a beautiful hammerlock suplex. Victoria immediately kicked out and answered with a jumping knee to surprise Beth. The B. A. D. One staggered backward, stunned by the knee to the jaw. Salinas kept her offense going, forcing Beth into the corner with a flurry of kicks and right hands. With her back against the wall Driver tried her best to protect herself from the continuous strikes Victoria was delivering, eventually creating herself an opening with a knee to the gut followed by a clothesline to knock the Vainglorious off her feet. Victoria got back to her feet and walked right into a series of hard strikes from Wrestlebeth that pushed her all the way back into the corner. After driving her shoulder in Salinas’ mid section a couple of times before lifting her and sitting her on the top rope. She climbed up to the middle rope as well and applied a front facelock, looking for a superplex. Victoria fought back tooth and nails to block her, managing to knock her down with a headbutt. This didn’t stop Bethany as she hit the opponent with a stiff right hand and quickly climbed back up, this time successfully performing a super belly to belly suplex. She made the cover right after, only getting a two count. The fans were loving the action, both competitors leaving everything in that ring as if the MWE title was on the line. Bethany almost got the win with the B.A.DDT (double underhook ddt), while Victoria showed some signs of frustrations when not even the Burning Desire (springboard facebuster to a kneeling opponent) was enough to keep down the opponent, who had the awareness to rest her foot on the nearby bottom rope, interrupting the referee’s count. As great as the match was, the ending pleased literally none of the fans in Brooklyn, or those watching at home. As the fight sprawled outside, a massive, masked figure stepped over the barricade and leveled both competitors with a double clothesline. The round of boos following the Viceroy Of Vulgar’s unrequested appearance was deafening, but Robbie Bourbon didn’t seem to care. Despite the match being over, obviously ending in a no contest, he didn’t stop, delivering a powerbomb on the apron to Victoria and tossing Bethany against the barricades, squashing her with a cannonball senton. And only now, he left the ringside area, proud of the carnage he left behind. WINNER: N/A BY: No Contest, 13:28 |
Attention moves backstage now and we find Melissa Reeves standing beside the poster for tonight's event. She's wearing a jacket over her ring attire and sunglasses to boot. Her face is...not happy.
Melissa Reeves:
"MWE presents: A Midsummer Night's Dream..."
She shakes her head and scoffs.
Melissa Reeves:
"And where am I?"
Silence as she strokes down the poster, finding her match about half way down. She huffs.
Melissa Reeves:
"Awesome, that'll be a career highlight for sure. Meanwhile we get Chris Kane..."
She laughs incredulously.
Melissa Reeves:
"Chris fucking Kane, who only waltzed his ass back into the company, receives an immediate shot at the MWE title? Why? Because that other guy decided to quit? Because this week Kane's decided he's a wrestler again? So what? Some of us never left, never quit, never took our ball and went home."
Reeves leans back against the poster and shakes her head.
Melissa Reeves:
"It's a joke. But then that's how things go here, isn't it? And I know, I know...you all expect me to go on my usual spiel about unfairness but the truth is that tonight I won't, and it's for three reasons. One...None of you lot care. Not really"
She takes a moment to soak up the booing, before continuing on.
Melissa Reeves:
"Oh shut up, it's true. Two...nobody back there cares."
She points to the backstage.
Melissa Reeves:
"They don't want fairness, if they did then I wouldn't be fighting this war alone. And three? To be honest, I don't care. See, I no longer need to fight the good fight and do you know why? It's simple, really. Things are different this time. This time..."
The camera pans back a little and she raises the briefcase into view.
Melissa Reeves:
"I got this bad boy. Now the power rests in MY hands, now control is at my fingertips."
She slaps the case's side, smirking now.
Melissa Reeves:
"So here's what's going to happen tonight. Chris Kane and Chris Constantine Junior are still going to fight, and it's still going to be for the MWE Title. But I reckon that whoever walks out as champion should be the person who is, without a doubt, the most deserving of all. So their match? It's going to be a LAST MAN STANDING match."
Now the fans cheer, not that she much cares.
Melissa Reeves:
"Now we're going to see who really deserves to be champion."
She smirks, listening as the fans still cheer.
Melissa Reeves:
"As for my own match...Devin, buddy, let's spice this up? You, me, parking lot brawl? Yeah, I think that's a good idea. Let's make tonight truly memorable."
Reeves nods and moves toward the camera, walking past it to end the segment.
Melissa Reeves:
"MWE presents: A Midsummer Night's Dream..."
She shakes her head and scoffs.
Melissa Reeves:
"And where am I?"
Silence as she strokes down the poster, finding her match about half way down. She huffs.
Melissa Reeves:
"Awesome, that'll be a career highlight for sure. Meanwhile we get Chris Kane..."
She laughs incredulously.
Melissa Reeves:
"Chris fucking Kane, who only waltzed his ass back into the company, receives an immediate shot at the MWE title? Why? Because that other guy decided to quit? Because this week Kane's decided he's a wrestler again? So what? Some of us never left, never quit, never took our ball and went home."
Reeves leans back against the poster and shakes her head.
Melissa Reeves:
"It's a joke. But then that's how things go here, isn't it? And I know, I know...you all expect me to go on my usual spiel about unfairness but the truth is that tonight I won't, and it's for three reasons. One...None of you lot care. Not really"
She takes a moment to soak up the booing, before continuing on.
Melissa Reeves:
"Oh shut up, it's true. Two...nobody back there cares."
She points to the backstage.
Melissa Reeves:
"They don't want fairness, if they did then I wouldn't be fighting this war alone. And three? To be honest, I don't care. See, I no longer need to fight the good fight and do you know why? It's simple, really. Things are different this time. This time..."
The camera pans back a little and she raises the briefcase into view.
Melissa Reeves:
"I got this bad boy. Now the power rests in MY hands, now control is at my fingertips."
She slaps the case's side, smirking now.
Melissa Reeves:
"So here's what's going to happen tonight. Chris Kane and Chris Constantine Junior are still going to fight, and it's still going to be for the MWE Title. But I reckon that whoever walks out as champion should be the person who is, without a doubt, the most deserving of all. So their match? It's going to be a LAST MAN STANDING match."
Now the fans cheer, not that she much cares.
Melissa Reeves:
"Now we're going to see who really deserves to be champion."
She smirks, listening as the fans still cheer.
Melissa Reeves:
"As for my own match...Devin, buddy, let's spice this up? You, me, parking lot brawl? Yeah, I think that's a good idea. Let's make tonight truly memorable."
Reeves nods and moves toward the camera, walking past it to end the segment.
Donovan Keane:
Hurry up bro! You don’t want to keep her waiting!
Donnie Keane is seen leaving the locker room he shared with his tag team partner, after their match against the BreeTee Committee. Things may not have gone Nightfall Rising’s way tonight, but even in their losing effort, the pair impressed the MWE fans and, according to the rumors, the Riot General Manager Yulia Kirilenko as well. Still sore after the fight he’s just been through, Donovan leans against the wall and slides down, seating on the floor. He closes his eyes, taking a moment to recover from the fight. And by doing so, he fails to see who just turned the corner and is now walking in his direction.
Possibly the last person he wanted to meet… Megan Rydell. Meg stops in her tracks for a moment and her eyes widen, as she didn’t expect to turn the corner and see Donnie, who hasn’t spoken to her in weeks. Meg’s shock soon turns to anger as she stomps in Donovan’s direction before kicking him hard in the leg.
Megan Rydell:
HEY ASSHOLE!
Donovan Keane:
What the f…
He stops mid sentence, the words dying in his throat as he raises his eyes and meets his girlfriend? Neither of them were really sure of it anymore. Quickly, he gets up to his feet, standing in front of her and staring right into her eyes. How many things he'd wanted to say… But nothing came out of his mouth, except a barely audible whisper.
Donovan Keane:
Meg…
Meg shoves Donnie up against the wall before pointing a finger in his face, her eyes now filled with emotion as she held back tears.
Megan Rydell:
Dont… Don’t give me some sob story. You told me we were going to have breakfast and talk over everything but then what happened? You suddenly blocked me and ignored me!! For what? I was good to you, Donnie. I didn’t deserve this. Any of it.
He doesn't answer at first, completely paralyzed. Then finally he snaps out of it.
Donovan Keane:
It's true.. You have been nothing short of good to me, you deserved so much better.
He shakes his head.
Donovan Keane:
I really thought I could fix it, you know? I was so naive to believe I could just talk to you and everything would've been alright.. I can't lose Gen. She's my sister, we've only had each other for so long…
Meg takes a step back, biting her lip to force back her emotions as she shakes her head.
Megan Rydell:
So you chose to lose me instead? Why? WHY!?
She shoves him with both hands.
Megan Rydell:
I’d never make you choose, you know that? I’d never hurt you like that. I’d never selfishly try to take away your happiness like that. But you’re letting her do that and why? Because I made you happier than you’ve been in years? Whatever, Donnie.
She places her hand on her forehead and looks down, shaking her head again.
Megan Rydell:
This is so fucked up.
A heavy silence falls between them. Donnie looks at the young woman in front of him, the woman he loved and probably still does, and he can't find the words to reply. How could he? She spoke the truth, all the things she said made perfect sense…
Donovan Keane:
It's my fail, Meg. My fault alone. Don't blame Gen for it, I'm the one who fucked up. I'm the one who was stupid enough to believe I could live a normal life, enjoying the small things like a little escapade with my girl…
He shakes his head, trying to keep his composure despite a lot of different emotions pushing behind the facade he put up.
Donovan Keane:
That's not how it works for me. I can't let my guard down… I can't pretend everything is fine, I can't drag you into this mess.
Meg steps closer to Donnie before looking up into his eyes. She stares at him for a moment, studying over him. Finally, her gentle side comes out as she sighs and places her hand on Donovan’s cheek.
Megan Rydell:
You can’t live in fear forever, Donnie. That’s not living. I don’t care what the circumstances are, you can’t hide like this. And most of all?
She leans in and kisses him softly, but just for a moment before pulling away slightly, keeping her eyes on his.
Megan Rydell:
You can’t make my choices for me. I loved… I mean, I love you. And I want to be with you, through everything. I don’t care if I’m dragged into it, it’s worth it if I’m with you. But I guess I’m not worth it on your end thanks to your never ending excuses. It’s fine… I’ll get over it. Whatever, I have a match.
She quickly turns around and starts to leave.
Donovan Keane:
Megan…
He calls her name. When she turns around, he's already there, taking her hands in his.
Donovan Keane:
Good luck out there tonight.
A pause.
Donovan Keane:
I still love you. I just wish things weren't this fucking complicated…
Megan blinks as she looks at Donnie, not knowing what to say.
Megan Rydell:
I… I lo… Uh, thanks.
She quickly pulls her hands away and turns back around before quickly walking away. Donnie stands there, watching her go as he shakes his head. Finally the door opens and Jay appears on the threshold. He stares at his tag partner, immediately realizing that something was off with him. But before he could ask, Donnie cut him off.
Donovan Keane:
I'm fine.. Let's just get the fuck out of here.
Nightfall Rising leaves the arena, and the feed cuts to the next segment.
Hurry up bro! You don’t want to keep her waiting!
Donnie Keane is seen leaving the locker room he shared with his tag team partner, after their match against the BreeTee Committee. Things may not have gone Nightfall Rising’s way tonight, but even in their losing effort, the pair impressed the MWE fans and, according to the rumors, the Riot General Manager Yulia Kirilenko as well. Still sore after the fight he’s just been through, Donovan leans against the wall and slides down, seating on the floor. He closes his eyes, taking a moment to recover from the fight. And by doing so, he fails to see who just turned the corner and is now walking in his direction.
Possibly the last person he wanted to meet… Megan Rydell. Meg stops in her tracks for a moment and her eyes widen, as she didn’t expect to turn the corner and see Donnie, who hasn’t spoken to her in weeks. Meg’s shock soon turns to anger as she stomps in Donovan’s direction before kicking him hard in the leg.
Megan Rydell:
HEY ASSHOLE!
Donovan Keane:
What the f…
He stops mid sentence, the words dying in his throat as he raises his eyes and meets his girlfriend? Neither of them were really sure of it anymore. Quickly, he gets up to his feet, standing in front of her and staring right into her eyes. How many things he'd wanted to say… But nothing came out of his mouth, except a barely audible whisper.
Donovan Keane:
Meg…
Meg shoves Donnie up against the wall before pointing a finger in his face, her eyes now filled with emotion as she held back tears.
Megan Rydell:
Dont… Don’t give me some sob story. You told me we were going to have breakfast and talk over everything but then what happened? You suddenly blocked me and ignored me!! For what? I was good to you, Donnie. I didn’t deserve this. Any of it.
He doesn't answer at first, completely paralyzed. Then finally he snaps out of it.
Donovan Keane:
It's true.. You have been nothing short of good to me, you deserved so much better.
He shakes his head.
Donovan Keane:
I really thought I could fix it, you know? I was so naive to believe I could just talk to you and everything would've been alright.. I can't lose Gen. She's my sister, we've only had each other for so long…
Meg takes a step back, biting her lip to force back her emotions as she shakes her head.
Megan Rydell:
So you chose to lose me instead? Why? WHY!?
She shoves him with both hands.
Megan Rydell:
I’d never make you choose, you know that? I’d never hurt you like that. I’d never selfishly try to take away your happiness like that. But you’re letting her do that and why? Because I made you happier than you’ve been in years? Whatever, Donnie.
She places her hand on her forehead and looks down, shaking her head again.
Megan Rydell:
This is so fucked up.
A heavy silence falls between them. Donnie looks at the young woman in front of him, the woman he loved and probably still does, and he can't find the words to reply. How could he? She spoke the truth, all the things she said made perfect sense…
Donovan Keane:
It's my fail, Meg. My fault alone. Don't blame Gen for it, I'm the one who fucked up. I'm the one who was stupid enough to believe I could live a normal life, enjoying the small things like a little escapade with my girl…
He shakes his head, trying to keep his composure despite a lot of different emotions pushing behind the facade he put up.
Donovan Keane:
That's not how it works for me. I can't let my guard down… I can't pretend everything is fine, I can't drag you into this mess.
Meg steps closer to Donnie before looking up into his eyes. She stares at him for a moment, studying over him. Finally, her gentle side comes out as she sighs and places her hand on Donovan’s cheek.
Megan Rydell:
You can’t live in fear forever, Donnie. That’s not living. I don’t care what the circumstances are, you can’t hide like this. And most of all?
She leans in and kisses him softly, but just for a moment before pulling away slightly, keeping her eyes on his.
Megan Rydell:
You can’t make my choices for me. I loved… I mean, I love you. And I want to be with you, through everything. I don’t care if I’m dragged into it, it’s worth it if I’m with you. But I guess I’m not worth it on your end thanks to your never ending excuses. It’s fine… I’ll get over it. Whatever, I have a match.
She quickly turns around and starts to leave.
Donovan Keane:
Megan…
He calls her name. When she turns around, he's already there, taking her hands in his.
Donovan Keane:
Good luck out there tonight.
A pause.
Donovan Keane:
I still love you. I just wish things weren't this fucking complicated…
Megan blinks as she looks at Donnie, not knowing what to say.
Megan Rydell:
I… I lo… Uh, thanks.
She quickly pulls her hands away and turns back around before quickly walking away. Donnie stands there, watching her go as he shakes his head. Finally the door opens and Jay appears on the threshold. He stares at his tag partner, immediately realizing that something was off with him. But before he could ask, Donnie cut him off.
Donovan Keane:
I'm fine.. Let's just get the fuck out of here.
Nightfall Rising leaves the arena, and the feed cuts to the next segment.
Parking Lot Brawl
Devin Hearst VS Melissa Reeves”Let’s make this a night to remember”. With her words still echoing in the minds of the fans, who definitely welcomed positively the change of stipulation. The Reaver and the Dog Of War met in the Barclays Center parking lot, wasting no time to get physical. Melissa held her own against the Florida man, who eventually got the upper hand on this initial exchange landing a series of three consecutive right hands to the jaw, stunning the opponent long enough to grab her by the arm and whipped her against a red Honda Accord. Devin reached her and smashed her face against the window a couple of times, until Reeves surprised him with an elbow to the stomach, turning around and kicking him on the ribs. She built some momentum, forcing Hearst to back away from the Accord and setting him up for a ddt that the former CWC International Champion was able to escape with a stiff punch to the ribs, following with a nasty flatliner. He attempted a cover, but somehow Melissa managed to raise her shoulder in two. The stipulation she picked seemed to be backfiring on Melissa, who was suffering the opponent’s offense. And Devin gave proof of his creativity, using the surroundings to punish the former Liberty Champion. Picking her up from the floor, he lifted her and dropped her on the hood of a convertible, setting off the security system. The noise blasting from the damaged car was probably hurting her more than the impact did. Apparently dazed. Mel stumbled away, opposite to where Hearst was standing. Without hesitating, he climbed on the hood and launched himself against the opponent, taking her down with a crossbody worth another two count. As minutes went by, it became clear that Reeves was in great difficulty. Despite landing a couple of good moves, and getting a near fall after a Reaver Slam on a production truck, her offense were short flames in a match where Devin seemed to be in control. To create herself an opening, Mel had no qualms going low, literally, kicking the former Dog Of War right between the legs. Devin fell on his knees, his hands grabbing the injured area. Instead of capitalizing, Mel walked away, putting distance between them. A distance Hearst covered running as soon as he got back to his feet, obviously enraged at his opponent. He probably saw Melissa grabbing the handle of the door of a rented car and opening it, but it was too late to slow down and avoid the dramatic impact. With some struggle, Melissa pushed him inside the car and locked him in using the key she hid inside the bumper. Then, with a big smile on her face, she walked back to the ring. When the referee asked her what she was doing, she whispered something in his ear. The look on his face is one of pure surprise as he glances at Mel, almost asking for confirmation. As the aussie nods back at him, he heads to the announcer’s desk. Rumchata Ayano: By the power of the Briefcase, this match is now to be considered a one fall to a finish! There’s a mixed reaction from the crowd, some of them cheering on Mel for smartly using the briefcase she recently won, part of them booing her for “screwing” over Hearst, who’s seen kicking the window of the car from the inside. Reeves enters the ring and demands that the referee counts her opponent out, leaving the official no chance but to start the count. Eventually Devin manages to break the window and crawl out of the car, small trails of blood dripping from the cuts on his arms caused by the broken fragments of the window, He ran toward the ring, but he was halfway on the ramp when the referee reached then, declaring the match over. Hearst stares at his opponents, shaking his head. Melissa smiled and shrugged her shoulders while the official raised her arm in victory. WINNER: Melissa Reeves BY: Count Out, 10:14 |
We go backstage to a shot of a casually dressed Kelsey Spencer, whose wearing a BreeTee Committee shirt and a backwards MWE baseball cap. She rubs her hands together and looks into the camera.
Kelsey Spencer:
It’s been a great show so far … not that I’d expect anything less. I’ve missed Millennium, I really have. Professional wrestling is in my soul; since I was eight years old, it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. Travelling the world over and wrestling in all kinds of promotions; from small companies in front of ten to fifteen people, or corporate juggernauts that sell out stadiums … none of them have been as welcoming as Millennium.
She gives a half shrug, motioning to the shirt she’s wearing in support of one of Millennium’s best and brightest tag teams.
Kelsey Spencer:
None of them have housed so much incredible talent as Millennium.
After a small sigh and glance at her surroundings, she nods.
Kelsey Spencer:
Just being here backstage at another MWE show, A Midsummer Night’s Dream … even though I’m not wrestling tonight, I’m feeling pumped. I’ve got the warm and fuzzies … a feeling I almost forgot. This is what it feels like to be where the best do battle. This is what it feels like to be home.
A brief smile soon morphs into an expression of fiery desire.
Kelsey Spencer:
I’ve been working my butt off all year in hopes of getting to the level I wanna be at in MWE, and that’s in a position to face the best. To test my skills against the best athletes in the world, because that’s gonna push me to get better. I’ve fought for championships and title opportunities against some of the toughest, most talented professional wrestlers I’ve ever met in that ring. It’s what motivates me. It pushes me to excel. You see, it doesn’t matter if I’m opening a house show or headlining a pay-per-view for the world title … I’ll always go out there and lay it all on the line, for the sake of self-improvement. The spirit of competition. And Viva La Revolucion in June was no exception.
A passionate, more animated Spencer steps forward as she elaborates further.
Kelsey Spencer:
I fought my way through Three Stages of Hell with who some might say is the next MWE Champion, Melissa Reeves. And we took each other to the absolute limit. We tore each other apart in what could be the most gruelling match I’ve ever been a part of. The fact that I was willing to put my body - my career - on the line, all for a guaranteed shot at becoming the MWE Champion should tell you just how passionate I am about this sport … and just what it means to me to call myself champion in Millennium Wrestling.
She looks to the floor with a chuckle, once again rubbing her hands together.
Kelsey Spencer:
I’m not competing here tonight. In a sense, that’s kinda been a blessing. It’s given me time to think about what my next move’s gonna be.
Her eyes meet the camera, a confident, somewhat cocky smirk sweeping her face.
Kelsey Spencer:
I could sit here and wallow in my past failures … or, I can leave them behind, learn from them and move forward. I refuse to just wait for another opportunity to come along … that’s never really been my style. I’d rather make one for myself.
Kelsey Spencer:
It’s been a great show so far … not that I’d expect anything less. I’ve missed Millennium, I really have. Professional wrestling is in my soul; since I was eight years old, it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. Travelling the world over and wrestling in all kinds of promotions; from small companies in front of ten to fifteen people, or corporate juggernauts that sell out stadiums … none of them have been as welcoming as Millennium.
She gives a half shrug, motioning to the shirt she’s wearing in support of one of Millennium’s best and brightest tag teams.
Kelsey Spencer:
None of them have housed so much incredible talent as Millennium.
After a small sigh and glance at her surroundings, she nods.
Kelsey Spencer:
Just being here backstage at another MWE show, A Midsummer Night’s Dream … even though I’m not wrestling tonight, I’m feeling pumped. I’ve got the warm and fuzzies … a feeling I almost forgot. This is what it feels like to be where the best do battle. This is what it feels like to be home.
A brief smile soon morphs into an expression of fiery desire.
Kelsey Spencer:
I’ve been working my butt off all year in hopes of getting to the level I wanna be at in MWE, and that’s in a position to face the best. To test my skills against the best athletes in the world, because that’s gonna push me to get better. I’ve fought for championships and title opportunities against some of the toughest, most talented professional wrestlers I’ve ever met in that ring. It’s what motivates me. It pushes me to excel. You see, it doesn’t matter if I’m opening a house show or headlining a pay-per-view for the world title … I’ll always go out there and lay it all on the line, for the sake of self-improvement. The spirit of competition. And Viva La Revolucion in June was no exception.
A passionate, more animated Spencer steps forward as she elaborates further.
Kelsey Spencer:
I fought my way through Three Stages of Hell with who some might say is the next MWE Champion, Melissa Reeves. And we took each other to the absolute limit. We tore each other apart in what could be the most gruelling match I’ve ever been a part of. The fact that I was willing to put my body - my career - on the line, all for a guaranteed shot at becoming the MWE Champion should tell you just how passionate I am about this sport … and just what it means to me to call myself champion in Millennium Wrestling.
She looks to the floor with a chuckle, once again rubbing her hands together.
Kelsey Spencer:
I’m not competing here tonight. In a sense, that’s kinda been a blessing. It’s given me time to think about what my next move’s gonna be.
Her eyes meet the camera, a confident, somewhat cocky smirk sweeping her face.
Kelsey Spencer:
I could sit here and wallow in my past failures … or, I can leave them behind, learn from them and move forward. I refuse to just wait for another opportunity to come along … that’s never really been my style. I’d rather make one for myself.
Singles Match
Indecisive Match
Big Barv VS Heath WilliamsIndecisive Match
The camera fixes itself on commentator, Jared Idol, who rises from his seat at the commentary table with a microphone in hand. Zackary Dyson: Okay, ladies and gentleman, seeing as Indecisive Rules hasn’t been around in years, I’ve been tasked with updating you on the details. An Indecisive Rules match begins as a regular bout set for one fall, however after one minute, anybody under a MWE contract is legally allowed to change the contest to whatever match type they please. That could be the competitors in the ring, their managers, or even the resident janitor - as long as they can get their hands on a microphone to make the announcement. However, the stipulation chosen must remain intact for at least one minute before another may be announced. Hope you enjoy the match ladies and gentleman, because Indecisive Rules is truly an innovative spectacle to behold. Jared sits back down, and puts his headset on. Sir Figgles: Great job, Zack! I can’t wait for this one! I hope Barv kicks Heath’s ass and sends him back to his boring office job. Zackary Dyson: Well, Bea, anything can happen with Indecisive Rules! “Anklebiters” by Paramore starts to play, and out comes Big Barv with Cheesecake walking by his side, her arm in a sling. The fans cheer as Barv lumbers past, Cheesecake high fiving the fans in the front row with her good arm. They get to the ring and Cheesecake stands on the apron, whispering a few words of encouragement, or perhaps giving him some advice. She hops down, taking her place in Barv’s corner, as he awaits his opponent. “Start a Revolution” by Devilskin takes over “Anklebiters”, and the fans immediately begin to jeer. They’re also forced to wait several moments until Heath Williams finally makes his presence known, with The Manic by his side. They confidently stride towards the ring, antagonizing fans on their way down. At the end of the ramp, Heath turns to a member of the audience holding up a sign that says “BARV AIN’T LEAVIN’ ROOM FOR DESSERT”. Heath snarls, takes the sign and tears it into pieces, before continuing to the ring. He climbs the steel steps and enters, as The Manic takes place opposite the outside from Cheesecake. A timer appears on the tron, set to one minute. Heath and Barv stare daggers at one another as the bell sounds and the timer starts counting down. Barv is the first to strike, launching himself forward and attempting a tackle. Heath holds down his weight, and manages to knee the brute in the midsection, knocking him back a few steps. He then nails Barv with a dropkick, and attempts an early pinfall, to which he barely receives a one count. He rises to his feet, and begins repeatedly stomping Barv in the face. The referee intervenes, and pushes Heath back. As Barv gets to his knees, Heath and the official have stern words between each other, the official claiming foul play and Heath denying it. Heath notices Barv getting up, pushes the ref out of the way and goes in for a kick, however Barv counters it and hits Heath with a Spinebuster, just as the timer hits zero. The fans cheer, as both Cheesecake and The Manic scramble for a microphone. Just as Cheesecake grabs one, The Manic reaches out and punches her in the sore shoulder, then takes hold of the mic. The Manic: This match will now be… Cheesecake jumps on The Manic’s back, holding on tight - an impressive feat for a woman with one arm - and extends her neck towards the mic. Cheesecake: ...A Table Match! The fans let out a cheer as a smattering of “WE WANT TABLES!” reverberates around the arena. Cheesecake jumps down, and looks at Barv, who knows exactly what to do. The timer starts once again as he exits the ring. The Manic screams at them with all her vocal might. Cheesecake snickers at her, while Barv pays no attention, instead focusing on what’s underneath the ring. He lifts the apron and the fans go ballistic when the first thing he pulls out is a table. He slides it into the ring, then uses leverage from the middle rope to pull himself up, only to be met with a stern boot to the face from Heath who has just risen. Barv goes flying off the apron, face first into the barrier a couple metres away. Heath scrambles to the table and throws it back to the outside, the fans booing as a result. “YOU AIN’T GETTING TABLES”, Heath yells at them. Heath then climbs the turnbuckle, just as Barv starts to recover, and comes raining down with a Double Axe Handle. Sir Figgles: Why doesn’t Heath want tables involved? Doesn’t he realize he needs one in order to win? Zackary Dyson: My guess is, he’s going to try and procrastinate until the timer hits zero and he can choose a new stipulation. Sir Figgles: Why not just try and slam Barv through the table while he has the chance? Zackary Dyson: Heath is no fool, Bea. Barv’s heavier than him, meaning it’d be far more difficult for him to place Barv on a table than vice versa. Heath begins wailing on his downed opponent, sending elbows to the head. However, after the fourth, Barv has had enough, blocks the elbow and hits Heath with a right fist to the cheek. While Williams is seeing stars from the hard right, the big man pulls him in with one arm for a mighty spinning sidewalk slam. The fans audibly react to the sound of Williams’ spine smacking the floor, with many surely wondering how anyone can endure an impact of such magnitude. This moment in time allows Barv to lumber over to the table and begin to set it up, only glancing over his shoulder at his opponent occasionally. With the table set up at ringside, Barv turns to his foe, only to see Williams climbing back to his feet. The big 270-pounder charges at his rival, like a locomotive barrelling down a country railroad, colliding with a devastating clothesline that has the former Misery on the arena floor twice as fast as he found his feet moments ago. Meanwhile, near the announcer’s area, The Manic is pleading for a microphone, although the timer hasn’t yet hit zero. Her request is denied due to this, but she refuses to take no as an answer. Intervening, Cheesecake walks on over and slaps The Manic across her mask. The Manic holds her cheek in bewilderment for a moment, until the anger fluxuates and she tackles Cheesecake to the ground, where the two get caught in a scuffle. The Manic focuses on Cheesecake’s hurt arm, jabbing it whenever she gets the chance. Barv props Williams on the table, with the two exchanging hammering shots to the forehead. Barv eventually wins the exchange and a groggy Williams flops back on the table. Meanwhile, a well-placed kick to Cheesecake’s shoulder has her screaming in pain and finally relenting, allowing Manic to regain possession of the microphone. Fans roar with excitement as Barv rolls back in the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle, signalling that he’s going for a Frogsplash to the outside that will bring this match to an end. However, Barv hasn’t noticed that the timer was now at zero, so he must be quick in order to gain the victory. Just as he gets ready to make that leap, The Manic gets a grasp of the microphone. Barv jumps with the Frogsplash, but just as it seems like the match is over… The Manic: EXTREME RULES! The Manic makes the save, announcing the new stipulation just before Barv’s splash has a chance to hit. A groggy Heath also lifts his knees, digging into Barv’s ribs as both men go crashing through the table. “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!” the crowd chants enthusiastically. Zackary Dyson: Wow! By the skin of her teeth, The Manic saves Heath Williams! Sir Figgles: Yeah, but Heath still went through the table, so it wasn’t much of a rescue mission! Both competitors are motionless, crumpled up amongst the broken bits of table. The timer starts up again, and after ten seconds, Barv is the first to show some life. He rises to his knees, clasping his ribs, wincing at the pain. Heath, still not showing much life, subtly reaches into his back pocket for something. Barv takes a hold of Heath’s forearm, and just as he pulls his opponent to his feet, he’s met with a hard right hand to the gut. He staggers back and hits the ring apron, just as Heath reveals the brass knucks he had pulled from his pocket a few moments prior. Heath, still visibly wounded, stumbles towards Barv, who guards his face, sending right hooks into the big man’s midsection. He stops the assault momentarily, taking off the brass knuckles and reaching around underneath the ring, before bringing out a steel chair. He smacks it into Barv’s guarded face, then into the midsection, then into the now unguarded face, Heath goes back and forth like this for a while, until Barv collapses to the floor. Heath then lifts Barv’s head by the scruff of his neck, and slips the steel chair underneath his face. Heath stomps the back of Barv’s head a few times, causing the big man to get several mouthfuls of steel chair. He then rolls into the ring, and climbs the turnbuckle. Sir Figgles: Oh jeeze, what’s this lunatic thinking?! To the crowds dismay, Heath launches off of the turnbuckle, raising his legs right before he comes slamming down on Barv’s head with a Flying Legdrop. Heath falls backwards, holding onto his buttox, which won’t forgive him for that one. The camera zooms in on Barv’s face, who appears to be staring into nothing, completely dazed and confused. The Manic comes to Heath’s aid, who points at his butt while he tries to stand up. “BACKDOOR VIRGINITY! BACKDOOR VIRGINITY!” the crowd chants as The Manic inspects the injury. She then points at Barv, and Heath nods. Together, they both lift him to his feet, Heath taking the majority of the load, The Manic only there for support. They roll him into the ring, and Heath follows, going for a pinfall. He only manages a two and a half count though, as Barv somehow, someway, manages to raise a shoulder to the audience’s delight. Heath rolls over, with a deep breath, obviously frustrated that he couldn’t pick up the victory. The timer hits zero, but the stipulation stays intact, as Cheesecake is too focused on her injured shoulder to notice. Zackary Dyson: How on earth did Barv manage to kick out of that?! Sir Figgles: More importantly, why isn’t Cheesecake changing the stipulation while she has a chance?! Heath backs up against the bottom turnbuckle as Barv starts to stir. He pulls himself up and heads over to Barv, stomping him back into the canvas. Heath makes a gesture to The Manic, who goes fishing underneath the ring. She pulls out a kendo stick, and tosses it over the ring ropes. Heath calls for another, so she grabs a second kendo stick, once again throwing it over. Heath takes a hold of both kendo stick’s and lashes them down upon Barv’s spine, over and over again, until one stick break. Heath tosses that one aside, and continues the onslaught with the one he has left. He then sits down on Barv’s back, and slips the kendo over Barv’s head, pulling it back against the throat so that it cuts off Barv’s air supply. Heath shouts at him to submit, as the referee takes a knee, watching closely to see if he does. Barv, although in a bad way, refuses to give in, and takes hold of the kendo stick with both hands. With every last ounce of energy the big man has, he slowly manages to pull the cane away from his windpipe, the sellout crowd willing him through as he does. Big Barv manages to pry the kendo stick from one of Heath’s hands, and after driving the back of his head into Williams’ jaw, Barv has a hold of the weapon. Clutching his chin, Williams checks for blood, oblivious to Barv winding up behind him. With a mighty swing that looks as though it belongs in Major League Baseball, the kendo stick collides with Williams’ spine, wrapping around his torso with a sickening smack. Heath collides with the canvas, writhing around in pain as the whack with the kendo stick becomes evident as a long red mark across his back. Barv keeps at it, smashing the kendo stick down at Heath’s back, until The Hardcore Hero is forced to slip out of the ring to the outside, near the commentary table. Barv lets out an animalistic shout as he hits the top rope over and over again with the stick, before chucking it away with one final grunt. Barv climbs out of the ring and pulls Heath to his feet. Heath attempts a few strikes, but none of them can match the gnarly headbutt Barv throws at him as a counterattack. He then takes a hold of Williams, and slams him with an out-of-nowhere snap suplex to the floor. A worried Manic rushes around the side of the ring, microphone in mind, just to be stopped by Cheesecake with a solid superkick that knocks the masked woman into the ring pole. Cheesecake then takes a microphone. Cheesecake: Well, Heathy boy’s down and it ain’t lookin’ like he’s gonna get up anytime soon. So, uh, Last Man Standing match anyone? The timer starts up again, as the official begins counting. Barv carefully watches his opponent, ensuring he doesn’t get up. As the ref reaches the six count, Heath reaches up and takes a hold of the commentary table, pulling himself to his feet as the ref reaches seven. In a fit of pure rage, Barv charges forward like a bull seeing red, but Heath uses this blind anger to his advantage, rapidly wrapping an arm around Barv’s head and nailing him with a DDT on the edge of the commentary table. Barv crumbles, and Heath leans against the table, encouraging the ref to start counting. Cheesecake watches on worriedly, her eyes darting back and forth between the timer and the ref’s count. Cheesecake pleads for Barv to get up, as the ref reaches the count of eight. Barv, almost as if to answer Cheesecake’s prayers, starts to stir. However, he doesn’t have long before Heath starts stomping away at him, interrupting the count. Heath turns to the commentary table and tears off the top, tossing it aside. Sir Figgles: Hey! What are you doing?! Zackary Dyson: We should probably get up and move away, Figgles! Sir Figgles: Argh, but I was comfortable! Together, the commentators get out of their seats and step away to either side. Barv pulls himself up with the aid of the commentary table, giving Heath a headbutt to the chest. Heath stumbles for a moment, then grabs one of the monitors lodged into the table and smacks it across Barv’s face. Barv falls into a seated position on the table, and Heath hits him with a few Backhanded Chops before smashing him with a Superkick to the chest. Barv falls backwards against the table, and Heath tells the referee not to start the count just yet. Heath pulls back the apron and goes fishing underneath the ring, ultimately pulling out the second steel chair of the night. He slides into the ring, and places the chair in front of the ropes. He sizes up, running to the opposite ring ropes, bouncing off of them, jumping onto the chair, leaping off of it, and onto the ring ropes. He hesitates for a moment, then signals for the Suicide Legdrop, before flying through the air. However, in just the knick of time, Barv rises to his feet, briskly taking a hold of Heath’s legs and reversing the attack into a Powerbomb through the commentary table. “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” the crowd chants as everybody gets up to their feet. The timer hits zero, and Barv motions to the official, who starts the count. Cheesecake drops the mic she was holding and runs over to Barv, excitedly jumping into his arms, and raising her good hand in the air, celebrating victory. The ref begins to count, and by five, Heath still hasn’t made a single movement. By eight, it isn’t looking good for The Hardcore Hero, however it is looking exceptionally good for the dessert themed duo. Nine, and Heath still hasn’t shown any life. Though, it seems the leader of the Revolution has an angel watching over him, one with a bob haircut and half a mask on her face. The Manic, still seeing stars, reaches over and takes the microphone Cheesecake dropped earlier. The Manic: ...Submission match… Barv puts Cheesecake down, who’s expression exuberates a mixture of frustration and disappointment. Then her eyes widen, and she smiles, giving the downed Manic a thumbs up. Sir Figgles: Well, looks like The Manic has saved Heath’s butt again. Zackary Dyson: Has she though? Sir Figgles: Um, yeah? Barv was nearly the last man standing. Zackary Dyson: Look, sure Barv isn’t your traditional submission specialist… but I think both you and The Manic have forgotten something… Sir Figgles: Hm, what’s that? Zackary Dyson: What’s Barv’s finishing move, Bea? Sir Figgles: ...oh...OH! Ha! Stupid Manic! How could she forget something like that?! Big Barv pulls Heath to his feet, then irish whips him into the nearby steel steps. Heath tumbles over them, one of his knees badly smashing into them in the process. Williams instinctively claws at his knee as it screams out in pain, putting a big target on the injured joint. Big Barv wastes little time hastily making his way over to Williams, grabbing a hold of his boot with both bear paw-like hands. With the leg at his control, Barv drives his elbow down on the joint, causing Williams to flail around, grasping the leg with both hands. Barv squares him up, looking like a shark smelling blood, fixing to rip the lower half of his foe’s leg clean off at the joint. However, Williams has the wherewithal to apply a modified drop toe hold, which results in Barv crashing face first into the steel ring stairs. Williams scrambles to get some distance, easing himself to his feet with the aid of the security barrier. But, he doesn’t stop there, climbing onto the wall as the 270 pounder begins to stir. Favouring his injured knee, Williams waits for Barv to stand before he leaps off the barricade with a desperation crossbody. Barv catches Williams mid-flight, looking for a fallaway slam. But he quickly changes his mind when he sees Cheesecake pointing in his direction, audibly shouting “Punish him!” This action signals for the big man to apply his powerful submission finisher, the Torture Rack! With all the strength he can muster, Barv heaves Williams up on his shoulders to cinch up the hold that will surely end with Heath’s verbal submission. Williams shouts in agony, his voice raspy and desperate. Barv continues to apply more and more pressure, bending Heath’s body like a human banana. Meanwhile, the timer is close to hitting zero, only ten seconds away. Cheesecake notices The Manic still holding onto the microphone, and rushes over. She kicks the mic out of The Manic’s hand, who retaliates by wrapping an arm around Cheesecake’s leg. She pulls Cheesecake to her knees, and the two begin fighting on the ground. The timer hits zero and Barv, who was previously fixated on beating Heath, catches wind of what’s happening at the other side of the ring. He tosses Heath’s body aside and goes to Cheesecake’s aid, who has her injured arm locked up in submission. Barv begins to pry Cheesecake away from The Manic, but it’s no use, as it only causes Cheesecake more pain. Suddenly, an attractive blonde woman walks out on stage wearing glasses and classic office women attire. She holds a microphone in her hand. Sir Figgles:: Who the heck? Zackary Dyson: Hey! That’s Missy Chick! Sir Figgles: Who? Zackary Dyson: Missy Chick! She was The Requiem’s manager back in VoW! Missy raises the microphone to her lips. Missy Chick: For those of you who don’t know who I am, I once managed these two boys and lead them to the VoW Twin City Championships. Then, things got messy between them and we disbanded. It broke my heart to see two of my best friends fighting then, and it continues to break my heart now. We were a family. This match is getting out of hand, this rivalry is getting out of hand… there’s no more need for such unnecessary violence. When I heard this match was going to happen, I immediately phoned MWE management and earlier today, signed a one night deal with them. Thus, I’m changing this match to... traditional wrestling rules, with a Special Guest Referee. Missy unbuttons her business coat to reveal the unmistakable striped referee shirt underneath. She marched down to the ring, as The Manic let go of Cheesecake’s arm. Barv stared at Missy as she climbed the steps and into the squared circle. Missy quickly spoke with the current ref already in the ring, who ultimately nodded and left, going over to the ring announcer’s area. The timer began counting down again, and Missy took turns looking at both Heath and Barv, who were on the outside at opposite ends. Missy started counting, and Barv got in after the count of two. Barv waits for a while, but as the count continues, now at seven, it doesn’t look like Heath’s going to be able to make it back in time. Barv, not wanting a cheap victory, heads to the outside, grabs Heath by the hair and tosses him back into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Barv climbs back in, pulls Heath to his feet, lifts him onto his shoulders and immediately begins re-applying the Torture Rack. However, this time Heath’s ready for it, and sticks two fingers up the big man’s nostrils, yanking his nose backwards. Barv wasn’t prepared for this tricky maneuver and it shows, as he drops the Torture Rack, giving Heath the advantage he needs to climb down onto Barv’s back, then wrap his legs around Barv’s waist and continue this bizarre nostril submission. Sir Figgles: Weird… even though I want Barv to win… I kinda like this move. Zackary Dyson: It certainly is innovative. And I don’t believe there’s anything in the handbook that says this type of move is illegal either. Missy watches on professionally, asking Barv if he’d like to submit. Barv failed to respond, too focused on trying to pull Heath’s fingers out of his nose. It was no use however, the fingers were almost trapped in his nostrils. Barv, with no other option, launches himself backwards, slamming Heath into the turnbuckle. Heath loses his grip on Barv’s back, however his nostril lock remains intact. Barv grabs the ropes, and Missy tells Heath to let the hold go. Heath refuses, and forces Missy to start counting. It isn’t until four and a half that Williams finally listens and pulls his fingers out of Barv’s nose. The timer has once again hit zero, however Cheesecake and The Manic are still dazed on the outside, meaning for now, the match rules will stay in place. Barv staggers forward and takes a knee, twitching his nose in order to get some feeling back into it. Heath stays in the corner, allowing himself to recover. Barv stands and turns, then runs forward, ready to pummel Heath into the turnbuckle. It doesn’t quite work out as Barv envisioned, however, as Heath dodges the attack, races towards the ropes, bounces off of them, and comes back with a hellacious Helluva Kick that sends Barv crumbling down into the corner. The move didn’t exactly work in Heath’s favour though, as it appears he’s only hurt his previously injured knee even more. He falls onto his back, clasping his knee with a wince. Missy bends down beside Heath, asking if he’s okay to continue. Straight away, Heath climbs back to his feet and tells Missy to “shut the hell up”, and that of course he’s okay. He staggers over to Barv, takes his legs and drags him out from the corner, though he doesn’t have the power to pull him very far. He goes for the pinfall, and almost manages the three, however Barv, with great ring awareness, quickly reaches out and takes a hold of the bottom rope. Heath grabs Barv’s arm and pulls it back in, burying it underneath himself as he goes for another cover. This time, Barv manages to raise a shoulder, just as Missy makes the two count. A frustrated Heath slides out of the ring, and limps over to The Manic. He aids her to her feet, and she rests leaned up against the barricade. He then asks for a mic, and is granted one. From inside the ring, Missy pleads he continue the match as is, but Heath doesn’t want a bar of it. Heath Williams: I have to be honest… I didn’t expect this match to last as long as it has. I didn’t think Bickerton still had it in him to fight for this long. But of course, seeing as I’m an intellectual, I took into account the possibility that this may happen. With that being said, I had a little something constructed specifically for a moment like this… so without further adieu, allow me to introduce… Heath smirks. Heath Williams: THE BARBED WIRE PYRAMID! Without missing a beat, a Pyramid, previously cleverly disguised by overhead screens and LED boards, made completely out of barbed wire was revealed as it started to decrease in altitude. The fans all sat speechless, marvelling in its excellence as it was lowered by chains. Everyone, including Missy, and the commentators didn’t make a single sound. Then, to break the silence, Heath goes over to Cheesecake, and takes a hold of her injured arm, dragging her towards the ring just as the Pyramid takes its place, surrounding the ring, leaving some room around it as Hell in a Cell would. Sir Figgles: W-what’s he doing?! Cheesecake isn’t part of this match! Zackary Dyson: He’s taken her within the confines of the Pyramid… so that she can’t change the stipulation. Sir Figgles: So, does that mean… Zackary Dyson: Yes, Bea. This match will conclude inside the Barbed Wire Pyramid. Heath fishes underneath the apron, almost fully going under the ring, before coming back out with The Warhammer. Zackary Dyson: Oh no… we’ve seen that before… Heath leaves Cheesecake at ringside and climbs back into the ring, paying full attention to Barv who is only now just getting to his knees. Heath readies the hammer, as Missy begs him not to take this any further. He pays Missy no mind, and stares straight at Barv. “I HEREBY DECLARE YOU AS…” Heath shouts, then smashes the Warhammer down on Barv’s left shoulder, who shrieks out. “SIR BARV…” Heath continues, before bringing the hammer down on Barv’s other shoulder. “THE BROKEN!” Barv collapses in a broken heap, almost unconscious from the severe levels of pain fluctuating through his arms. The camera flickers to members of the audience, men with jaws dropped, women and children crying. Heath’s knee once again gives him grief, so he places the handle of the Warhammer under his armpit, using the hammer as a crutch. He bends down, the camera only just picking up the audio of his voice. “I want you to watch, Bickerton… I want you to watch what your stupidity has caused…” he says quietly. Heath, still using the Warhammer as a crutch, staggers over to the ropes. He climbs out of the ring and stares down at Cheesecake, who clutches her slinged arm. She looks up at him, and tries to crawl away, but it’s no use. Because after Heath looks over at Barv with the smuggest of smirks, he slams the Warhammer down on Cheesecake’s calf. Barv reaches a shaky arm out as Cheesecake screams at the top of her lungs. Sir Figgles: THIS IS BARBARIC! DISQUALIFY HIM! Zackary Dyson: No matter how much Missy wants to,… she can’t. This match is Heath’s creation, the rules are his own. Missy looks on with tears in her eyes, pleading for Barv to get up and stop the assault outside. Heath drops the Warhammer, and takes Cheesecake’s injured arm, ripping off the sling and tossing aside. He then takes the arm, and weaves it through the barbed wire, taking her hand and pulling it backwards. Cheesecake continues to scream, she’s vulnerable and can’t do a thing. The fans boo heavily down on the sight, infuriated with the way Cheesecake is being treated. That just adds fuel to the flame however, and Heath pulls even harder, and cackles in the process. “BLAME TYRON BICKERTON! NOT ME!” he shouts. Barv begins to stir, as Heath’s too busy focused on inflicting damage to Cheesecake. The fans start to cheer, chanting Barv’s name over and over again. Williams finally takes notice and lets the hold go, weaving Cheesecake’s arm back through the wire and using it to pull her to her feet. He uses it for leverage and pulls her into position, signalling for the Frozen Over. However, before he can pull it off, Barv uses all of his will and determination to send himself flying over the top rope with a Suicide Senton. He hits Heath square in the head, who has no choice but to let Cheesecake go, and together both men go hurdling into the barbed wire wall of the Pyramid. “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” the fans chant over and over again. Sir Figgles: I AGREE WITH THE FANS ON THAT ONE, JARED! Zackary Dyson: ME TOO, JACOB! I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT WE’RE SEEING! THIS IS INCREDIBLE! Heath appears to get the advantage though, as instead of getting caught up, he bounces face first off of it. Barv however, gets his ankle trapped, leaving him hanging there upside down. Heath is groggy on the floor, touching his face and checking for blood. Luckily for him, apart from a minor cut across the forehead, no blood has yet trickled out. Barv on the other hand, has a leg painted in crimson as blood pours down it. Barv tries to sit up, reaching for the wire in an attempt to get himself loose. It’s in vain however, as he can’t muster enough strength in his arms and back in order to do so. For a moment, he gives up, and lets his body hang down. That is until, he notices the Warhammer… He reaches out, and manages to grab it, placing his free foot on a line of barbed wire for leverage to prop himself up. He slips the Warhammer’s handle inside the hole of wire his ankle’s caught up in, and begins using it in crowbar fashion to try and pry himself free. He takes a hold of the hammer with his left hand, the glass cutting his palm open. But he doesn’t care. As long as he can set himself free, that’s the main point. He grunts as tilts the handle upwards, slowly but surely moving the wire. Heath now starts to get up, taking notice of Barv’s predicament. He grins, and flips up the ring apron, wasting no time in pulling out a steel chair. With a limp, he readies himself, and goes to smack the chair across Barv’s spine. However, with a warning from Cheesecake, Barv catches wind of Heath’s plan, and jolts the Warhammer backwards, causing it to clash with the chair, resulting in Heath getting a face full of steel. Heath flies backwards and harshly collides with the apron. With one final pry, Barv manages to set himself free. He stumbles backwards for a moment, kicking his ankle on the ground to get the blood flowing back the way it should. Heath tries to come in with a forearm to the head, but Barv counters it with a well placed back elbow. He then takes a hold of Heath’s arms, and irish whips The Hardcore Hero towards the wire on the far side. As Heath’s sent flying, he tries to grab the ring pole to stop himself, however this instead only causes him to spin on his heels, and stumble backwards, straight into the barbed wire. His arms get caught up, bleeding upon impact. Now hung up like Jesus on the cross, Heath’s left wide open. Barv stops to check on Cheesecake, who continues to hold her arm, still in complete and total agony. Barv tries to stretch her arm out, but she shakes her head rapidly, shrieking out. An expression of pure hate overcomes Barv’s face as he turns and stares at Williams, who can’t do anything but wait for his demise. Slowly, and methodically, the juggernaut of a man walks towards the wire opposite the ring from Williams. He stops for a moment, turns around, and within a split second, he’s charging towards his opponent at full force like an angry rhinoceros. However, as he draws close, Heath pulls himself up, using Barv’s shoulder as a stepping ladder, and thus pushing the big man slightly downwards in the process. Barv goes colliding into the barbed wire right underneath Williams, his arms and neck badly caught up. The camera zooms in on Barv’s face, which has null expression, his head cut open and bleeding profusely. Heath sits on top of Barv’s motionless back, which grants him the opportunity he needs to pull one arm out of the wire. He then succeeds in pulling out the second, and stumbles to the floor. Breathing heavily, he marches towards The Manic, right passed Cheesecake, and tells her that she knows what to do. The Manic nods, and picks up the microphone that had been kicked from her grasp earlier. The Manic: This match will now be… Heath looks at his bleeding arms, and raises a hand, motioning for The Manic to stop. She obeys, and Heath points at his arms. She nods, and goes over to the ring announcer’s area. She picks up a brown paper bag and walks it over to Heath, stuffing it through the a hole in between the lines of wire. Heath takes the bag and reveals a black t-shirt inside. He slips the shirt on and tells her to continue. The Manic does just that. The Manic: This match will now be… FIRST BLOOD! Missy stares at the duo, and has no choice but to call for the bell. Sir Figgles: B-but… Heath was bleeding too! How is this fair?! Zackary Dyson: That’s why he put the shirt on, Bea. So that no blood is visible. Thus making him the victor. The fans erupt into a frenzy of boos, insulted that they’ve all been duped once again. Heath limps to the ring and slides in, pointing at Missy and demanding she raise his arm in victory. Reluctantly, she does just that, as Devilskin’s “Start a Revolution” starts to play. WINNER: Heath Williams BY: First Blood, 29:03 |
Zackary Dyson:
What a bout we saw here tonight, ladies and gentlemen! Those two veteran wrestlers went to war!
Sir Figgles:
Yeah, it was an amazing match… but… Barv lost… what does this mean for he and Cheesecake now?
Zackary Dyson:
I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to that, Bea. However I do know that everything we just witnessed, will go down in history.
Heath nods with excitement, soaking in his victory, as Missy Chick stands beside him with a look of utmost disappointment. Heath turns to her, and notices, before pulling her into position and slamming her head to the canvas with Frozen Over. This only makes the fans boo even more. He then slides back out of the ring towards The Manic, and gets her to hand the mic through to him, as EMTs and production crew use wire clippers to try and free Big Barv. The music cuts.
Heath Williams:
I want everyone in that locker room to take a good long look at what you see… I want you all to let it imprint itself in your brain. Because this… this is what happens... when you try to get in the way of my revolution.
Heath drops the mic and his theme song starts again, and before long the scene fades.
What a bout we saw here tonight, ladies and gentlemen! Those two veteran wrestlers went to war!
Sir Figgles:
Yeah, it was an amazing match… but… Barv lost… what does this mean for he and Cheesecake now?
Zackary Dyson:
I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to that, Bea. However I do know that everything we just witnessed, will go down in history.
Heath nods with excitement, soaking in his victory, as Missy Chick stands beside him with a look of utmost disappointment. Heath turns to her, and notices, before pulling her into position and slamming her head to the canvas with Frozen Over. This only makes the fans boo even more. He then slides back out of the ring towards The Manic, and gets her to hand the mic through to him, as EMTs and production crew use wire clippers to try and free Big Barv. The music cuts.
Heath Williams:
I want everyone in that locker room to take a good long look at what you see… I want you all to let it imprint itself in your brain. Because this… this is what happens... when you try to get in the way of my revolution.
Heath drops the mic and his theme song starts again, and before long the scene fades.
The pounding of the drums was familiar to the older fans in attendance. As was the chorus that followed the drums which told the story of a group of friends riding in the forest as they followed the voices of the golden helmets. Or so it was believed because no one understands Faroese anyways. Jason Hawk stepped out onto the stage in shiny black shoes, grey pants and a shirt decorated in flowers which he had tucked in his pants. His sleeves were rolled up, which in all honesty was just his way to show off his expensive Rolex watch in a subtle way. The boos which had become the norm in Millennium rained down over Jason and they followed him all the way into the ring. Jason’s arrogant smirk was usually enough of a shield for him against the boos. Tonight, was different. The man whose ego was so big it could fill the entire arena on its own seemed absent tonight. There was a different aura about the man who claimed to be the best high-flyer of all time tonight. The boos continued as Jason entered the ring and they showed no signs of stopping. Jason walks around the ring and does nothing to interrupt the boos. He nods along and almost apologetically raises a hand in response to the crowd. The microphone rests in his hand as he leans over the top rope and looks out at the crowd.
Jason Hawk:
I deserve that. I’ve done some horrible stuff
Jason laughs to himself.
Jason Hawk:
The last year has been different. I made my grand return to wrestling and I instantly made perhaps the biggest mistake in my career. I took it for granted that I would hit the ground running and just carry on just like I did before the I got injured. In a way I did. Not even a month went by before I got my first title shot. And more followed. I beat the big names in this company. Former and future champions. I proved that I was just as good as I claimed to be. That I took for granted because there was never any doubt in my mind that I hadn’t missed a step. I was and still am just as good as I ever was, and I will only continue to get better. But that is not what I am here to talk about. Because I took something else for granted as well. Something more important. I took all of you granted.
There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as they aren’t exactly sure how to react.
Jason Hawk:
I don’t even know what my theme song is all about because I never really heard it because back in the day you all use to cheer so loud that I couldn’t hear it. That has still been the case during the last year. No matter what I always get a reaction. It’s one of those things that never changes. But the reaction during the last year has been something that has been a first to me. You booed me and I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t know how to cope because I didn’t understand. The core concept of all you not anxiously counting down the days until I returned to wrestling was just unfathomable to me. My Millennium debut was a turning point for me even though I didn’t realize it at the time because I was so blinded by my own ego that I never realized that there could be a wrestling world without me. When I then realized that you had not only moved on from me and that everyone and everything was doing just fine without me, I was confronted by my own ego for the first time in my life. I had to make a choice I wasn’t prepared to make. I could either roll up my sleeves, get stuck in and put my heart and soul into winning you back or I could the exact opposite and let my ego get the better of me. And I...
Jason lowers the microphone from his mouth as he seems to be in some discomfort.
Jason Hawk:
I want you all to listen very carefully now. I have never done this before, and I never ever plan to do this again. Please prepare, I am going to admit to something that rocks all of wrestling to its core. I...
Jason drops the microphone as he panics by the words he almost spoke. He runs his hand through his hair and takes a deep breath to compose himself. But as he goes to pick up the microphone his hands start to shake which causes him to lose the microphone again. Again, Jason laughs to himself and sits down in the middle of the ring and this time he can pick up the microphone.
Jason Hawk:
I... I maybe let my ego get the better off me. And.... I am... really sorry.
Jason closes his eyes and cowers to brace himself for whatever comes next. But nothing comes next. Jason who had been a nervous wreck all week for this admission didn’t get much of a reaction at all. Jason opens one eye peak at the aftermath of his massive admission. When he sees that nothing has changed, he opens the other eye and lets out a sigh of relief as weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
Jason Hawk:
And I am willing to make up for it and I have an idea in mind I think we are all going to like. I want to give you a fantastic match that I ruined last time around. I’ll give Rayven Hardy at shot at redemption. I took her out for months. This is your chance Rayven. If you feel any kind of hatred or spite in your heart against me, then this is your chance at vengeance. I took months of your career because I couldn’t handle that these people cheered you louder than they cheered me. I challenge you to another match, next month at Lux in Tenebris. We do it one more time. Jason Hawk against Rayven Hardy. You get a chance at the sweet taste of revenge which you may or may not crave. The fans get on hell of a match and I hopefully get a chance to showcase the real Jason Hawk. To prove why I was regarded as the greatest high-flyer to ever live. Because if all of you people are willing to give me another chance than I am willing to make up for all I’ve done and make this right.
It’s another mixed reaction from the crowd. Mostly boos though as far from everyone has been won over by Jason’s sincere apology. Jason looks around the arena one last time as he raises his hands to apologize for the last year before exiting the ring and heading backstage.
Jason Hawk:
I deserve that. I’ve done some horrible stuff
Jason laughs to himself.
Jason Hawk:
The last year has been different. I made my grand return to wrestling and I instantly made perhaps the biggest mistake in my career. I took it for granted that I would hit the ground running and just carry on just like I did before the I got injured. In a way I did. Not even a month went by before I got my first title shot. And more followed. I beat the big names in this company. Former and future champions. I proved that I was just as good as I claimed to be. That I took for granted because there was never any doubt in my mind that I hadn’t missed a step. I was and still am just as good as I ever was, and I will only continue to get better. But that is not what I am here to talk about. Because I took something else for granted as well. Something more important. I took all of you granted.
There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as they aren’t exactly sure how to react.
Jason Hawk:
I don’t even know what my theme song is all about because I never really heard it because back in the day you all use to cheer so loud that I couldn’t hear it. That has still been the case during the last year. No matter what I always get a reaction. It’s one of those things that never changes. But the reaction during the last year has been something that has been a first to me. You booed me and I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t know how to cope because I didn’t understand. The core concept of all you not anxiously counting down the days until I returned to wrestling was just unfathomable to me. My Millennium debut was a turning point for me even though I didn’t realize it at the time because I was so blinded by my own ego that I never realized that there could be a wrestling world without me. When I then realized that you had not only moved on from me and that everyone and everything was doing just fine without me, I was confronted by my own ego for the first time in my life. I had to make a choice I wasn’t prepared to make. I could either roll up my sleeves, get stuck in and put my heart and soul into winning you back or I could the exact opposite and let my ego get the better of me. And I...
Jason lowers the microphone from his mouth as he seems to be in some discomfort.
Jason Hawk:
I want you all to listen very carefully now. I have never done this before, and I never ever plan to do this again. Please prepare, I am going to admit to something that rocks all of wrestling to its core. I...
Jason drops the microphone as he panics by the words he almost spoke. He runs his hand through his hair and takes a deep breath to compose himself. But as he goes to pick up the microphone his hands start to shake which causes him to lose the microphone again. Again, Jason laughs to himself and sits down in the middle of the ring and this time he can pick up the microphone.
Jason Hawk:
I... I maybe let my ego get the better off me. And.... I am... really sorry.
Jason closes his eyes and cowers to brace himself for whatever comes next. But nothing comes next. Jason who had been a nervous wreck all week for this admission didn’t get much of a reaction at all. Jason opens one eye peak at the aftermath of his massive admission. When he sees that nothing has changed, he opens the other eye and lets out a sigh of relief as weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
Jason Hawk:
And I am willing to make up for it and I have an idea in mind I think we are all going to like. I want to give you a fantastic match that I ruined last time around. I’ll give Rayven Hardy at shot at redemption. I took her out for months. This is your chance Rayven. If you feel any kind of hatred or spite in your heart against me, then this is your chance at vengeance. I took months of your career because I couldn’t handle that these people cheered you louder than they cheered me. I challenge you to another match, next month at Lux in Tenebris. We do it one more time. Jason Hawk against Rayven Hardy. You get a chance at the sweet taste of revenge which you may or may not crave. The fans get on hell of a match and I hopefully get a chance to showcase the real Jason Hawk. To prove why I was regarded as the greatest high-flyer to ever live. Because if all of you people are willing to give me another chance than I am willing to make up for all I’ve done and make this right.
It’s another mixed reaction from the crowd. Mostly boos though as far from everyone has been won over by Jason’s sincere apology. Jason looks around the arena one last time as he raises his hands to apologize for the last year before exiting the ring and heading backstage.
Riot Championship Match
Hardcore Match
Eliza Valentine (C) VS Liv Mercer VS Meg RydellHardcore Match
The first defense for Eliza Valentine happened to be right in her wheelhouse. Sure, a triple threat match always require extra attention from the champ, who could lose the title without being pinned or submitted. But the lack of rules seemed to play in her favor, considering the bigger experience she has in hardcore matches. But in the first part of the match, Megan Rydell took the spotlights for herself. Visibly upset after the chat with Donnie Keane backstage, the former Cloud Gate Champion came to the ring prepared, carrying a steel chair and immediately smashing it across Liv’s head. She turned around to Eliza, who greeted her with a kick to the stomach that caused Megan to drop the chair. The Riot Champion hit the opponent with a series of stiff punches, Rydell answered with a knee to the gut and dropped EJV onto the chair with a snap ddt. Meg had a lot of frustration to let out, and the laying Riot Champion became the right target at the right moment. Holding on the top rope for more leverage, Rydell proceeded to stomp Eliza to the ground, even pressing her boot on her neck, until Mercer interrupted her with a forearm shot to the back of the head, rolling her up and trying to steal an early win to take back her title. Megan kicked out and quickly popped up to her feet, where she found Liv waiting for her with her Stay Grounded (Inverted stomp facebreaker) The fans held their breath as the former champ made the cover, broken up by Eliza diving in. With Megan now recovering on the outside, holding her jaw, Eliza and Liv went toe to toe inside the ring in a rematch from Viva La Revolucion. And you could see the frustration and thirst for revenge in the former champion’s eyes as she was looking to get some payback on the woman who put an end to her reign. She obtained a near fall with a Roundhouse Kick, keeping her offense going with a springboard arm drag followed by a shotgun dropkick to the chest that sent Eliza chest first against the corner. Feeling the momentum on her side, Liv charged in and jumped, crashing hard against the turnbuckle EJV exposed before moving out of the way. And this was the turning point of the match, with the Riot Champion now grabbing the opponent by the hair and driving her face against the exposed metal multiple times, letting out a primal scream to assert her dominance. But as soon as she turned around, she found Megan waiting for her with a codebreaker. Instinctively. the champion rolled out of the ring before Rydell could make the cover, leaving her two challengers to trade blows in the middle of the ring. A missed clothesline from Mercer gave Rydell the opportunity to connect a slingblade as she rebounded back. Once again Meg took a run at the ropes, using the middle one as a springboard to connect a beautiful moonsault that gave her a two count. A lot of near falls happened in the following three minutes, one of which required Eliza’s intervention, as the champion interrupted the referee’s count by swinging a kendo stick on Megan’s back, leaving a red mark on the young girl and breaking her dreams of walking out with the title around her waist after she hit The Beautiful Disaster on Liv. As Meg rolled away in pain, Eliza used the stick on Liv, punishing the former champion until the wooden object gt shattered. She then made the cover, with Megan interrupting the count by pulling the champion out of the ring by the leg. It’s no secret that Rydell looks up to Valentine, she even mentioned it in more than one occasion. But tonight, Megan is all business driving the champ against the barricades and clotheslining her between the fans. She then headed back to the ring, stopping at the timekeeper’s table and glancing at the Riot Championship. She smiled, picking up the title and taking it into the ring, She then waited for Liv to get up, ready to drive the championship belt on her face. But as soon as she charged in, Oz Dalton grabbed her foot, saving his girlfriend and causing Megan to trip, losing grip on the belt. Liv picked it up and did exactly what Rydell had in mind, knocking the young competitors out. Too bad for her she never had the chance to capitalize, since Eliza slid back in the ring and connected the Mysterious Girl to retain her title. WINNER: Eliza Valentine (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Mysterious Girl), 13:38 |
Vacant MWE Championship Match
Last Man Standing Match
Christopher Kane VS Chris Constantine JuniorLast Man Standing Match
What was initially booked as the “Highlander Match” between the two Chris became unexpectedly a challenge for the company’s biggest prize. Chris Kane looked determined to take back what was taken from him back in April, when Grace van Beek pulled some strings to exploit his injury and offered Christopher’s head to SERO on a silver platter. In his corner, Chris Constantine was staring at his opponent with that look of confidence that characterize the Chicago born. As the bell rang, he motioned his opponent to wait, as he turned around to kiss his wife for good luck. Kane was having none of it and charged at him at full speed, hammering him with a forearm to the back of the head. Oliva jumped down on the apron just in the nick of time to avoid the collision with her husband, but as her feet touched the ground, her heels failed her and she fell on the floor, screaming and holding her ankle who, apparently, got twisted in the fall. Chris Kane and the referee turned their attention on the injured woman. The official called for the doctor’s intervention and as soon as he turned to entrance stage, CCJ hit the unaware Kane with a low blow and turned him around, nailing him with the American Strong Piledriver. The referee started to count and a dazzled Kane got up at seven. At ringside, the doctor was checking on Olivia who smiled and told him she was fine, standing back to her feet and starting to cheer on her husband. But her words of encouragement couldn’t be heard between the deafening boos of the New York fans, who didn’t seem to appreciate the couple’s shenanigans. After the eventful start, the match settled on a slow pace, with Constantine targeting the arm that forced Kane on the sidelines for four months. Armbars, stomps to the elbows and all kind of holds aiming at hyperextending the joints were put on display by CCJ, who was fighting a smart match. He didn’t shy away from taking shortcuts either, like when he whipped Kane in the corner and, grabbing his wrist, took a walk on the apron before dropping down causing the arm to snap on the top rope. He then went back in and locked him in a Fujiwara Armbar. He seemed to be about to snap the arm, but Christopher managed to escape the submission, rolling out of the ring to catch his breath. Constantine obviously wasn't going to grant him any sort of break, following him outside and walking right into a chair shot from the former MWE champion, who then rolled the opponent back into the ring and started smashing the chair across his back and head. When he was done, the referee began to count, reaching six before CCJ slowly started moving, picking himself up just in the nick of time. Kane found an opening around the ten minutes mark, exploiting the opponent’s distraction when he took too long taunting the fans and, from a kneeling position, Kane punched him in the ribs. The first one took Constantine by surprise, the second seemed to knock the wind off his lungs and the third bought Kane enough time to climb back to his feet and start his offense, based mostly on hard kicks since the arm was too compromised to be effective. Suddenly the tides had turned and Constantine had a couple of close calls, after a chestblower and the Fireman’s Carry Into A Pele Kick Kane calls Hit By A Cyclone. CCJ stood up in eight, and another brawl followed, Kane using the damaged arm despite the pain and seemingly having the upper hand, until Constantine grabbed the referee’s shirt and dragged him between him and the opponent, using the official as a human shield. Obviously, the striped shirt was knocked down by Chris’ discus elbow and as soon as that happened, Olivia called for backup. Redd Thunder came down to the ring to help CCJ. Kane found himself between rock and a hard place, having to keep an eye on his opponent and one on the big man coming to the ring with the worst intentions. Luckily for him, an unexpected hand came from his ex girlfriend, Melissa Reeves, who knocked down Redd with a devastating briefcase blow to the back of the head. Constantine tried to take advantage of the distraction, but Kane ducked his lariat and surprised him with the Untitled Finale II (Gallaria) on the chair to become the first two time MWE Champion. WINNER: Christopher Kane (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Untitled Finale II), 16:41 |
The fans erupted in cheers as the bell sounded. The fairy tale of Christopher Kane ended in the best possible way, with him winning the title he lost in controversial circumstances and taking back his spot as the top guy in MWE. As the referee raised his hand in victory, he looked for Melissa Reeves, who was standing on the apron, nodding and smiling at him. She applauded his effort, much to his surprise, even entering the ring and offering a handshake to a perplexed. As the fans cheer what looks to be a reconciliation between the two lovers, Sir Figgles at the commentators' booth points out how the briefcase Melissa carried to the ring was no longer where she dropped it after knocking down Redd. And before anyone could realize what was going on, Rumchata walked to the ring and said something to the referee who ordered for the bell to ring, while Rumchata explained to the fans that Melissa cashed in the briefcase, and that the MWE Championship will be on the line in a regular one fall to a finish match.
MWE Championship Match
Christopher Kane (c) VS Melissa ReevesChristopher Kane tried to take a step back and get ready to defend his title, but Melissa was quicker and caught his arm, pulling him in for a lariat. Being already proved from the hellacious battle he just went through against Constantine, Kane couldn't put up much of a fight, more so since as soon as he stood up, Reeves connected the Facial Deconstructor, hooking the leg and picking up the win, smirking at the fans booing her. WINNER: Melissa Reeves (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Facial Deconstructor) 0:44 |
Melissa rolls from the ring and grabs a microphone and the MWE title from ringside, lifting it onto her shoulder. She jumps up onto the commentary table and she raises the microphone.
Melissa Reeves:
"You see this? Do you see this?
She hoists the gold high above her head.
Melissa Reeves:
"I told you all. I TOLD YOU that tonight the most deserving would walk away champion. Did you really think it would be Chris Kane? No, no, no...unlike him; I never wavered, I never stopped, I never quit."
She laughs now, lowering the title again.
Melissa Reeves:
"So many people wanted to hold me back, to tell me I can't. Well guess what? I can. I do. I HAVE. I got smarter, stopped playing by their rules and started operating by my own. I drove and drove and drove until I got the chance I deserved and what happened? Hmm? What happened is I am the champion of Millennium now, a true champion. A fighting champion."
A good portion of the fans cheer her, more than she's generally had in recent times. Reeves points toward the entrance ramp.
Melissa Reeves:
"Before I go, I want to dedicate this to everyone of you knuckle heads at home who said I can't do it. I dedicate this to everyone in the back who said I'm not special, I'm not worthy, who tried to screw me over or hold me down. I dedicate this to Grace van Beek, to the fallen little toys she's lost along the way. I dedicate this to to all those crappy little 'wrestlers' in whatever shitty little promotion that like to name drop me or want to come and get my attention on twitter because they think I will elevate them by wasting my time on them. But most of all? I dedicate this title to me, because I am the only reason I stand here with this gold on my shoulder right now and I will be the only reason I keep it going forward."
She hops off the table now and grabs the camera, pulling it closer.
Melissa Reeves:
"You will, all of you, remember this night as the starting point of the greatest MWE Title run of all history. You will remember it as the night Mel Reeves proved EVERYONE wrong and took her rightful position at the top of the mountain. But more than anything else, you will remember this as the night when I proved, yet again, that telling me I can't only means that I will."
Reeves laughs and shoves the camera back again, climbing onto the security barricade and celebrating with the fans.
Melissa Reeves:
"You see this? Do you see this?
She hoists the gold high above her head.
Melissa Reeves:
"I told you all. I TOLD YOU that tonight the most deserving would walk away champion. Did you really think it would be Chris Kane? No, no, no...unlike him; I never wavered, I never stopped, I never quit."
She laughs now, lowering the title again.
Melissa Reeves:
"So many people wanted to hold me back, to tell me I can't. Well guess what? I can. I do. I HAVE. I got smarter, stopped playing by their rules and started operating by my own. I drove and drove and drove until I got the chance I deserved and what happened? Hmm? What happened is I am the champion of Millennium now, a true champion. A fighting champion."
A good portion of the fans cheer her, more than she's generally had in recent times. Reeves points toward the entrance ramp.
Melissa Reeves:
"Before I go, I want to dedicate this to everyone of you knuckle heads at home who said I can't do it. I dedicate this to everyone in the back who said I'm not special, I'm not worthy, who tried to screw me over or hold me down. I dedicate this to Grace van Beek, to the fallen little toys she's lost along the way. I dedicate this to to all those crappy little 'wrestlers' in whatever shitty little promotion that like to name drop me or want to come and get my attention on twitter because they think I will elevate them by wasting my time on them. But most of all? I dedicate this title to me, because I am the only reason I stand here with this gold on my shoulder right now and I will be the only reason I keep it going forward."
She hops off the table now and grabs the camera, pulling it closer.
Melissa Reeves:
"You will, all of you, remember this night as the starting point of the greatest MWE Title run of all history. You will remember it as the night Mel Reeves proved EVERYONE wrong and took her rightful position at the top of the mountain. But more than anything else, you will remember this as the night when I proved, yet again, that telling me I can't only means that I will."
Reeves laughs and shoves the camera back again, climbing onto the security barricade and celebrating with the fans.
Reese Kennedy stands in front of The Barclays Center, a self assured smirk on his face.
Reese Kennedy:
In just a few hours, my client will be right over there, in The Barclays Center, with two of the top contenders for the Cloud Gate Championship, Cole Gregory and Redd Thunder, along with the Cloud Gate Champion herself, Tiff Rollins, in a Fatal Fourway.
Fatal?
Yeah….for their chances of walking out with that title.
Cole Gregory…. you're a nice English kid. Handsome, hard-working, and with a great future. Well, you HAD a great future until you signed on for a match against the American Monster. What the other two principles in this match will do to you will pale in comparison to the sheer and utter destruction that you will endure at Mr. Hammerstein's hands. For the sake of your career, and your physical well-being, you should stay home, Mr. Gregory. You should just stay home.
But you won't, will you? You're just too proud and stubborn.
Kennedy rubs his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, and shakes his head.
Reese Kennedy:
Speaking of being too stubborn...Redd Thunder, the behemoth that was just too stubborn to stay "dead."
Kennedy facepalms.
Reese Kennedy:
In a sport full of "wizards," "witches," "vampires," "time travellers," and "zombies," do we really need another undead monster? One thing I have noticed about this man is that there doesn't appear to have been any decomposition. He's still as gigantic or even more gigantic than he was pre-mortem. Perhaps he's bloated. One thing he's not is unbeatable. My client, Mr. Hammerstein pinned his shoulders to the mat just a few days ago. And when the sore loser decided that he had just not had enough of The American Monster, Mr. Hammerstein showed him what the business end of a screwdriver feels like, and had him scurrying away, leaving a trail of blood behind him. And if he STILL hasn't had enough, Mr. Hammerstein will be glad to show the world AGAIN that even a "dead" man can still bleed.
Kennedy smirks and straightens his tie.
Reese Kennedy:
And then there's the Cloud Gate Champion, Miss Five Foot Deathkick herself, Tiff Rollins.
Except you're not five feet tall, are you, Miss Rollins. You're four foot eleven. You've oversold your height, just like you've oversold your chances of walking out with your title still around your diminutive waist. You have been a passable champion, Miss Rollins, but you are woefully overmatched. Sure, you can outmaneuver the lumbering ox that is Redd Thunder. You can potentially escape the clutches of Cole Gregory. But, you have no chance to defeat The American Monster. You cannot win against the man who exceeds Cole Gregory when it comes to striking power and submission expertise, and you cannot win against the man who far exceeds the ferocity of Redd Thunder. No, ma'am, you cannot win, you can merely hope to survive. I know it's true that dynamite comes in small packages, but when you stand across the ring from The American Monster, you'll be staring at a tactical nuclear weapon, and you won't escape the blast radius.
But don't take my word for it. Ask this man.
The camera pans over and focuses on Hammerstein, who is wearing a sadistic grin and rubbing his hands together.
Hammerstein:
Cole Gregory, you ain't got a snowball's chance in hell, boy. I'm gonna introduce you to a whole new world of pain.
The grin is gone, replaced by a scowl as The American Monster addresses his massive opponent, Redd Thunder.
Hammerstein:
Hey, Tiny, I know the stitches ain't come out yet from where I carved your head up with that screwdriver out west. That was just an appetizer, big boy. The main course is comin tonight, and ya won't be walkin away from the all you can eat buffet of asskickin I'm gonna serve up for ya.
And Tiff, lemme tell ya something, little girl. I actually been kinda impressed with ya and the way ya fight. But bein impressed don't mean I won't snap that stack of dimes ya call a neck and leave ya layin. That Cloud Gate Championship is comin home with The American Monster and ya can take that to the goddamn bank. Now get that damn camera outta my face.
Hammerstein slaps the camera away and walks off towards The Barclays Center, Kennedy following right behind him.
Reese Kennedy:
In just a few hours, my client will be right over there, in The Barclays Center, with two of the top contenders for the Cloud Gate Championship, Cole Gregory and Redd Thunder, along with the Cloud Gate Champion herself, Tiff Rollins, in a Fatal Fourway.
Fatal?
Yeah….for their chances of walking out with that title.
Cole Gregory…. you're a nice English kid. Handsome, hard-working, and with a great future. Well, you HAD a great future until you signed on for a match against the American Monster. What the other two principles in this match will do to you will pale in comparison to the sheer and utter destruction that you will endure at Mr. Hammerstein's hands. For the sake of your career, and your physical well-being, you should stay home, Mr. Gregory. You should just stay home.
But you won't, will you? You're just too proud and stubborn.
Kennedy rubs his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, and shakes his head.
Reese Kennedy:
Speaking of being too stubborn...Redd Thunder, the behemoth that was just too stubborn to stay "dead."
Kennedy facepalms.
Reese Kennedy:
In a sport full of "wizards," "witches," "vampires," "time travellers," and "zombies," do we really need another undead monster? One thing I have noticed about this man is that there doesn't appear to have been any decomposition. He's still as gigantic or even more gigantic than he was pre-mortem. Perhaps he's bloated. One thing he's not is unbeatable. My client, Mr. Hammerstein pinned his shoulders to the mat just a few days ago. And when the sore loser decided that he had just not had enough of The American Monster, Mr. Hammerstein showed him what the business end of a screwdriver feels like, and had him scurrying away, leaving a trail of blood behind him. And if he STILL hasn't had enough, Mr. Hammerstein will be glad to show the world AGAIN that even a "dead" man can still bleed.
Kennedy smirks and straightens his tie.
Reese Kennedy:
And then there's the Cloud Gate Champion, Miss Five Foot Deathkick herself, Tiff Rollins.
Except you're not five feet tall, are you, Miss Rollins. You're four foot eleven. You've oversold your height, just like you've oversold your chances of walking out with your title still around your diminutive waist. You have been a passable champion, Miss Rollins, but you are woefully overmatched. Sure, you can outmaneuver the lumbering ox that is Redd Thunder. You can potentially escape the clutches of Cole Gregory. But, you have no chance to defeat The American Monster. You cannot win against the man who exceeds Cole Gregory when it comes to striking power and submission expertise, and you cannot win against the man who far exceeds the ferocity of Redd Thunder. No, ma'am, you cannot win, you can merely hope to survive. I know it's true that dynamite comes in small packages, but when you stand across the ring from The American Monster, you'll be staring at a tactical nuclear weapon, and you won't escape the blast radius.
But don't take my word for it. Ask this man.
The camera pans over and focuses on Hammerstein, who is wearing a sadistic grin and rubbing his hands together.
Hammerstein:
Cole Gregory, you ain't got a snowball's chance in hell, boy. I'm gonna introduce you to a whole new world of pain.
The grin is gone, replaced by a scowl as The American Monster addresses his massive opponent, Redd Thunder.
Hammerstein:
Hey, Tiny, I know the stitches ain't come out yet from where I carved your head up with that screwdriver out west. That was just an appetizer, big boy. The main course is comin tonight, and ya won't be walkin away from the all you can eat buffet of asskickin I'm gonna serve up for ya.
And Tiff, lemme tell ya something, little girl. I actually been kinda impressed with ya and the way ya fight. But bein impressed don't mean I won't snap that stack of dimes ya call a neck and leave ya layin. That Cloud Gate Championship is comin home with The American Monster and ya can take that to the goddamn bank. Now get that damn camera outta my face.
Hammerstein slaps the camera away and walks off towards The Barclays Center, Kennedy following right behind him.
Cloud Gate Championship Match
Fatal 4-way
Tiff Rollins (c) VS Cole Gregory VS Redd Thunder VS HammersteinFatal 4-way
In the main event, Tiff Rollins was set to face another huge challenge, facing three opponents in a extremely dangerous match. Redd Thunder, despite being still dizzy from the recent attack from the Reaver, charged at Hammerstein, looking to avenge the loss suffered in Southside. While the two heavyweights were trading heavy blows in the corner, Tiff and the former Invictus Champion Cole locked up in the middle of the ring, beginning an odd dance, jockeying for position. And even if the size and power advantage were on Gregory's side, Tiffany managed to wiggle away and move behind Cole's back, twisting his arm in a hammer lock and spinning him around in a ripcord knee strike that sent Cole back against the ropes. As he bounced back, Tiff jumped and connected with a dropkick, throwing the former Invictus Champion over the top rope, joining Hammerstein on the outside. Tiffany turned around to the ever threatening sight if Thunder's famous War Tiddies. A huge right hand from the big man followed and sent the young champion recoiling a few steps back. Not at all intimidated by the mountain of a man standing in front of her, the Five Foot Deadmachine charged at the opponent, hitting him with a jumping forearm strike to the jaw. Redd didn’t even move, apparently absorbing the impact and even mocking the Cloud Gare Champion to hit him once again. Tiff didn’t hesitate, and this time the Thunder felt it, just like he felt the flurry of kicks that followed. Used to fight bigger and heavier opponents, Rollins knew exactly where to hit, aiming her kicks to the opponent’s legs. It only took one, big palm strike from the masked man to rock the young champion and stop her momentum. He then sent her against the ropes, bending forward to launch her in the air with a back body drop. Except Tiffany never made it to the middle of the ring where Redd was waiting for her, intercepted and sent flying to the opposite side of the ring by Hammerstein’s The Pounce. Once again the two big men were face to face with one another. Some trash talk and then punches started flying in an exchange that the fans of a good ole brawling style were definitely appreciating. Redd was coming out on top, thanks to a devastating headbutt that knocked back Hammerstein, but before he could capitalize on it, Cole literally jumped on his back, wrapping his arms around the big man’s neck and trying to choke him out. Thunder was struggling to get free,but the more he tried to wriggle free, the tighter Cole’s hold became. An unexpected help came from Hammerstein who hit him with a shotgun dropkick that sent Redd and Gregory against the corner,breaking the submission. Tiffany slid back in the ring and charged at the American Monster, connecting with Andreas Lasiewicz’ Peacemaker (Leaping High Knee), making the cover but only getting a count of two out of it. The Cloud Gate Champion and Hammerstein were too busy trying to outdo one another in a chop contest to notice that Redd Thunder was back to his feet, running in their direction full head of steam and leveling them both with a clothesline. He then picked up Rollins and tossed her out of the ring, focusing then on Hammerstein and wrapping his big arms around his waist, deadlifting him with a german suplex. Out of nowhere came Cole, knocking him out with a running knee only to fall victim of Hammy’s trademark sitout full nelson powerbomb. The action remained fast paced and chaotic, with the referee having some troubles keeping track of the action. Hammerstein broke up Cole’s pinning predicament on the champion with an elbow drop.. Seeing the perfect opportunity, the American Monster picked up Gregory and planted him with the Hammersteiner (Steiner Screwdriver). The former Invictus Champion seemed to be out, and nothing or no one seemed to be standing on the way between him and the Cloud Gate Championship. Tiff was still recovering from the snap spinebuster Cole hit her with, And Redd was still crawling back to the ring after being dropped outside by Hammerstein himself. He made the cover, the referee quickly dropped in position to make the count as the New York fans watched in silence Tiffany’s reign coming to an end… Not so fast! A HUGE moonsault from Redd Thunder broke up the pin, absoultely squashing both Hammerstein and Cole Gregory. The Barclays Center came alive with a “Big Fat Lucha” chant, applauding the Thunder’s surprising aerial ability. Redd was making it back to his feet, ready to capitalize on the situation to bring home the gold, but he counted out the champion too soon. Tiffany hit him with a Running Big Boot, immediately going for the submission win taking a page out of Heather Lasiewicz book with a triangle choke. Redd tried to resist, but he was slowly starting to fade out. Too slowly, probably. Cole Gregory was back to his feet and waiting for Hammerstein to do the same. And when the American Monster was back to a vertical position, Gregory took a run to the ropes and put him back to the mat with the Cole-Lateral Damage (Springboard Roundhouse Kick). He was just about to make the cover when, showing great presence of mind despite the young age, Tiff let Redd go and stopped cole with a Five Foot Death Kick. The crowd popped, counting along with the referee up to three. Once again the Little Hoss defeated the odds and retained her title. WINNER: Tiff Rollins BY: Pinfall (Five Foot Death Kick), 18:36 |
As Tiffany celebrates inside the ring, the camera cuts back to the commentary team. Zack and Figgles wish everyone who watched the show a good night and give them appointment for Lux In Tenebris on September 17th in Tampa, FL.