Post by gvb on Sept 23, 2019 17:21:40 GMT -6
Riot in Alabama
Live from Coleman Coliseum in Tuscaloosa, AL
Saturday, September 21st, 2019
Three Days Grace's "Riot" blasts out of the loudspeakers for the first time since June 15th. MWE is back, Riot is back with a few changes. The first one that the fans notice is the absence of Alyx Valero at the commentary table. Jacob Figgins, the former Millennium star took his place, bringing his unique style to the plate. The two commentators run down tonight's card, highlting the debuts we're going to withenss tonight. Some of them are rookies, like Rome Endrizzi. One is a tag wrestler trying a singles run, Cameron Grey aka Kid Terra and some past Millennium superstar drafted to the orange show. Christina Rose, Saki, Meg Rydell and Spider, who will main event tonight's show against Eliza. The show can now finally start, not after a short commercial break.
Singles Match
Rome Endrizzi VS Cameron GreyCameron’s debut in singles competition saw him going up against Rome Endrizzi, who just signed with the orange brand after the victorious effort against Kymmy Oliver at Lux In Tenebris. The wrestler formerly known as Kid Terra wanted to leave a good impression on his new fans and management, using his great technique to move behind Rome and apply a waistlock. A standing switch, and just like that Endrizzi was in a position of control, his arms around Cameron’s waist. He tried to break free, even managing to escape and trading places with him two times. But Endrizzi seemed to be always one step ahead of the opponent, maintaining the waist lock and the control in the early going. He took the match to the mat with a headlock takedown, switching to a front facelock in a fluid motion. Cameron got back to his feet, trying to break free with a couple of punches to the ribs. Rome raised his knee to the opponent face and followed up with a snap suplex. Grey kicked out in one. If the first part of the match was all Rome’s, with the New York born obtaining a two count with a face buster, Cameron finally started showing some signs of life, catching the opponent with a one arm ddt, following with a double foot stomp to the same right arm. That became the leitmotif of the match, the target of most of Grey’s offense. Which included a wicked soccer kick to the elbow. Cameron grabbed his arm and twisted it, inflicting more damage with a series of kicks. Rome’s was still trying to shake some feeling back into his arm when the former TMNT charged in. With quick reflexes, Rome took him down with a drop toe hold, and went back on the attack. The lights went out, and that’s never a good sign. CLANG! CLANG!! A somehow familiar noise echoed in the Arena. Figgles was probably the first one who recognized it, or at least the first one to say it out loud. That’s the noise yu make when you drag a chain, and that could mean one thing… The lights came back and his suspect became reality. Heathen Jones, the Godless from the south was standing in the ring, chan in hand. Oddly enough, there was no Hickey on the other end but that didn’t make the vision less unsettling. What he was doing there? The question was answered shortly after, when he wrapped his fist with the chain and hit Rome as soon as he turned around. Cameron tried to stop him, but he ended up floored by another loaded punch. The referee left the ring and called the security, who eventually managed t separate Heathen from an already bleeding Rome Endrizii. WINNER: Rome Endrizzi BY: DQ, 4:47:Time |
We head to the backstage area, into a room where all three members of The Revolution sit at a round table. Heath Williams has his Championship belt in his hands, staring at it with the utmost admiration.
Heath Williams:
You are the best looking title belt in this damn company, baby. Look at you… your shiny side plates, that perfect centre plate with my face etched into the metal… it’s almost like I’m staring into a mirror ha… such a gorgeous championship… why don’t you give ol’ Heathy boy a little kiss..?
Pinhead and The Manic watch on awkwardly, both just as confused as the other. Heath brings the title towards his puckered lips, but stops as he notices the watchful gaze of his peers. He clears his throat and puts the title down on the table.
Heath Williams:
I uh, didn’t realize you two were here.
Pinhead:
But it is you who called us to this meeting.
Heath Williams:
Yeah, well… shut up. Just sit there, take your huge oversized right hand, and place it firmly over your mouth, okay? I don’t want to hear your logical statements. Anyway! How about we get to this meeting?
Heath wipes his hands together and sits forward.
Heath Williams:
Okay, so MWE has returned to regular weekly programming. That means, we all need to work extra hard at accomplishing our revolution. Pinhead, the roles have been reversed, you’re on Millennium now and we’re on Riot, so you will be our representative there now. But I want you to keep doing what you’ve been doing, just increase it tenfold. That was great what you did the other night at the PPV, Redd Thunder didn’t see it coming, and nobody else did either. Keep doing stuff like that. Make sure every Tom, Dick and Jane in that locker room know that we are the biggest motherfrickin’ threat this place has ever seen.
Pinhead smirks with a nod.
Pinhead:
I would like to fight Redd Thunder again. Yes, I decimated him. However, the ending result I am not pleased with. The referee did not give me a chance to pin him before calling for the bell. I will not be satisfied until I am granted my opportunity to beat him properly.
Heath Williams:
Yep, you do that.
Heath turns to The Manic.
Heath Williams:
You’ve been doing well as my manager. It was my pleasure to have you at ringside during my match with Tyron Bickerton. Dare I say it, had you not been there, that blasted Ophelia Johnson may just have gotten her way. However, Ms Manic, I do believe you have something more to offer. I think we should get you in the ring more regularly.
The Manic looks to her left, contemplating the suggestion.
The Manic:
I’m not much of a fighter. I know the basics that The Misery taught me, and I’m good at cheating but-
Heath Williams:
Stop. You’re good at cheating. That’s all I need to hear. I don’t know if you realize this, but in this business you don’t have to be a good fighter to win matches. Sometimes being sneaky is the key to victory, my dear. I mean, look at that Chris Constantine Jr guy. However, with that being said, I do believe there is something missing from our group. A fourth member. That member could be your partner in the race for the Tag Team Championships.
The Manic nods, seemingly won over by the idea.
The Manic:
Yes, I like it. The Misery and I talked about going for the Tag Team Championships a while ago, but obviously that plan never got put into action. Who will we have join us?
Heath Williams:
We will search the locker room over the coming weeks. Though, I have a suspicion that the fourth member will find us, rather than vice versa.
The Manic:
May I make a suggestion?
Heath Williams:
Certainly.
The Manic:
There’s been talks of a new signee that goes by the name of Deacon Nash. Perhaps we can approach him, and mould him the way we want him to be.
Heath nods, and stands up, walking over to a mirror, checking himself out with the Heath Williams Championship draped over his shoulder.
Heath Williams:
True, Deacon is a force to be reckoned with. However, I have seen his work. The man is far too unhinged to work with us. He would not let himself be controlled. And what is the point of having him if I can’t control him? I’m afraid I must decline that proposal.
Heath turns around.
Heath Williams:
The fourth member must be our puppet. We don’t need another ego to feed. Therefore we must recruit someone who will do our bidding, no questions asked. Like I said, that person may just find us, though that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t actively be looking at the market.
The Manic:
Yes, sir.
Heath Williams:
Anyway, this meeting’s got me thirsty. Will one of you do the honors of getting us all some coffee?
Pinhead gets ready to stand, but The Manic puts a hand out to stop him.
The Manic:
No, no. You stay there. I know just how Mr Heath likes his coffee. Last thing we need is you screwing it up and bringing back an espresso.
The Manic turns to Heath.
The Manic:
Flat White, two sugars, yes?
Heath nods with a smile, and The Manic exits the room as we fade to the next piece of tonight’s entertainment.
Heath Williams:
You are the best looking title belt in this damn company, baby. Look at you… your shiny side plates, that perfect centre plate with my face etched into the metal… it’s almost like I’m staring into a mirror ha… such a gorgeous championship… why don’t you give ol’ Heathy boy a little kiss..?
Pinhead and The Manic watch on awkwardly, both just as confused as the other. Heath brings the title towards his puckered lips, but stops as he notices the watchful gaze of his peers. He clears his throat and puts the title down on the table.
Heath Williams:
I uh, didn’t realize you two were here.
Pinhead:
But it is you who called us to this meeting.
Heath Williams:
Yeah, well… shut up. Just sit there, take your huge oversized right hand, and place it firmly over your mouth, okay? I don’t want to hear your logical statements. Anyway! How about we get to this meeting?
Heath wipes his hands together and sits forward.
Heath Williams:
Okay, so MWE has returned to regular weekly programming. That means, we all need to work extra hard at accomplishing our revolution. Pinhead, the roles have been reversed, you’re on Millennium now and we’re on Riot, so you will be our representative there now. But I want you to keep doing what you’ve been doing, just increase it tenfold. That was great what you did the other night at the PPV, Redd Thunder didn’t see it coming, and nobody else did either. Keep doing stuff like that. Make sure every Tom, Dick and Jane in that locker room know that we are the biggest motherfrickin’ threat this place has ever seen.
Pinhead smirks with a nod.
Pinhead:
I would like to fight Redd Thunder again. Yes, I decimated him. However, the ending result I am not pleased with. The referee did not give me a chance to pin him before calling for the bell. I will not be satisfied until I am granted my opportunity to beat him properly.
Heath Williams:
Yep, you do that.
Heath turns to The Manic.
Heath Williams:
You’ve been doing well as my manager. It was my pleasure to have you at ringside during my match with Tyron Bickerton. Dare I say it, had you not been there, that blasted Ophelia Johnson may just have gotten her way. However, Ms Manic, I do believe you have something more to offer. I think we should get you in the ring more regularly.
The Manic looks to her left, contemplating the suggestion.
The Manic:
I’m not much of a fighter. I know the basics that The Misery taught me, and I’m good at cheating but-
Heath Williams:
Stop. You’re good at cheating. That’s all I need to hear. I don’t know if you realize this, but in this business you don’t have to be a good fighter to win matches. Sometimes being sneaky is the key to victory, my dear. I mean, look at that Chris Constantine Jr guy. However, with that being said, I do believe there is something missing from our group. A fourth member. That member could be your partner in the race for the Tag Team Championships.
The Manic nods, seemingly won over by the idea.
The Manic:
Yes, I like it. The Misery and I talked about going for the Tag Team Championships a while ago, but obviously that plan never got put into action. Who will we have join us?
Heath Williams:
We will search the locker room over the coming weeks. Though, I have a suspicion that the fourth member will find us, rather than vice versa.
The Manic:
May I make a suggestion?
Heath Williams:
Certainly.
The Manic:
There’s been talks of a new signee that goes by the name of Deacon Nash. Perhaps we can approach him, and mould him the way we want him to be.
Heath nods, and stands up, walking over to a mirror, checking himself out with the Heath Williams Championship draped over his shoulder.
Heath Williams:
True, Deacon is a force to be reckoned with. However, I have seen his work. The man is far too unhinged to work with us. He would not let himself be controlled. And what is the point of having him if I can’t control him? I’m afraid I must decline that proposal.
Heath turns around.
Heath Williams:
The fourth member must be our puppet. We don’t need another ego to feed. Therefore we must recruit someone who will do our bidding, no questions asked. Like I said, that person may just find us, though that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t actively be looking at the market.
The Manic:
Yes, sir.
Heath Williams:
Anyway, this meeting’s got me thirsty. Will one of you do the honors of getting us all some coffee?
Pinhead gets ready to stand, but The Manic puts a hand out to stop him.
The Manic:
No, no. You stay there. I know just how Mr Heath likes his coffee. Last thing we need is you screwing it up and bringing back an espresso.
The Manic turns to Heath.
The Manic:
Flat White, two sugars, yes?
Heath nods with a smile, and The Manic exits the room as we fade to the next piece of tonight’s entertainment.
Singles Match
Tiny Des VS Andrew Wilkow VS Christina Rose VS Cole GregoryChristina Rose’s first match under the orange banner was quite the challenge for the thirty years old but, at the same time, a great chance to impress her new General Manager and climb the rankings in Riot. The same way, this fatal 4-way was a chance for her three opponents to get their careers back on track after a period of ebbs and flows. As the bell rang, Christina went for Des, while Wilkow locked up with Cole. The Appalachian Mountain Monster with the power advantage easily pushed the former Invictus champion in the corner where he became an easy prey for Drew’s overhand chops. Tiny and Rose were going at a completely different pace, with the sister of Riot’s commentator and former MWE star Jacob Figgins leapfrogging over her and catching her with a leg lariat on the rebound. Wasting no time, she picked her up and sent her in the corner where Wilkow was turning Cole’s chest a bright shade of red. Andrew sidestepped at the last moment, and Christina crashed against Gregory. Tiny Des charged towards Wilkow at full speed, running right into a lightning quick released overhead belly to belly suplex that sent her flying against the other two opponents. With all his adversaries piled up in the corner, Andrew couldn’t think of anything better than a running splash, collecting the first round of applause. The size and power advantage, combined with a smart strategy, allowed Drew to dominate the first part of the match, keeping only one opponent at the time inside the ring and unceremoniously throwing the others on the outside. This worked well, until Cole and Des re-entered the ring at the same time and double-teamed the big man with a series of shoot kicks to the legs, chopping him down to his knees and then superkicking him in stereo. The alliance between them came to an abrupt end right after, when Des tried to make the cover with Cole immediately dragging her away. Je shook his head, she shrugged her shoulders and they started trading hands. The younger Figgins was holding her own against who could possibly be the greatest striker in MWE today. Punches and kicks were flying everywhere, until Christina settled the dispute with a double dropkick. She then hit her Smell The Roses (Handspring Standing Moonsault) on Tiny Des, but once again Cole was quick to break it up, dragging the multi time champion back to her feet and hitting her with one of his striking combo, concluding it with a spinning elbow and a running knee. He hooked the leg, picking up only a two count before the purple haired girl raised her shoulder. Tiny Des seemed to be on fire tonight, flying all across the ring and hitting the opponents from every angle. After a crossbody on Christina, she quickly jumped back on her feet and hit the ropes once again, this time kicking Wilkow’s head off with a springboard roundhouse kick. Cole tried to block her with a waistlock, but she stunned him with an elbow to the side of the head, wrapping her arms around his head in a ¾ facelock and running up the turnbuckle and jumping backwards with a backflip, dropping him down with a shiranui. Cole kicked out in two, reversing an irish whip attempt by Des and sending her in the corner instead, where he reached her with a running back elbow. Drew was coming to get him, but Cole was quicker and took him down with a dropkick to the leg, sending him to dreamland with a devastating knee strike to the jaw. Tiny Des rolling him over probably took the win away right from under his nose, but at least Cole was reactive enough to kick out. The two once again were one in front of the other trading foreams shots. Cole rocked the opponent forcing her to stagger back a couple of steps. Gregory tried to close in, but he got kicked in the stomach by Destiny who kicked him in the stomach, following with her Tiny Hammer (Shining Axe Kick). Cole was down and out, and Des followed him moments later courtesy of a Flashing Lights (Chick Kick) by Christina. Gregory was there to make the save and, although seemingly in worse shape than Rose, he managed to take her down to the mat catching here with a snap spinebuster and going for an attempted submission win after it. The Cole-Lapse was locked, right in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go for Crystal, who had to thank Andrew Wilkow for keeping this match alive. Her sentiment changed almost immediately as Drew dragged Cole back to his feet and sent him against the ropes, knocking him down with a LARIAAAAAAAT! Tiny Des charged in right into a second, massive LARIAAAAAAAT! He had a third on in store, with Christina Rose name written on it. Now the Appalachian Mountain Monster only had to choose who he wanted to pin. The choice fell on Christina, and this time, nobody recovered in time to break it up. WINNER: Andrew Wilkow BY: Pinfall (LARIAAAAAAT), Time |
Singles Match
Alan Envy VS Dean SmithThe first to come out, receiving a warm reaction from the Alabama fans was the Invictus Champion, Dean Smith. And next came out Alan Envy, dressed with a jacket representing the flag of Texas and carrying two titles with him. the LCW Championship and the Southside Lonestar Championship he stole from Jordan Parker-Kane at the recent Vision pay-per-view of the Florida based promotion. Dyson and Figgles at ringside gave the fans who missed the show a rundown of what happened, while the tron showed the last moments of Jordan’s match against Riot’s own Kristina Spencer, with Alan attacking the current champion and walking away with the title. Envy watched the replay with a big, proud smile on his face while the fans didn’t seem to be too happy with the actions of the self proclaimed Real Champion Of Texas. Finally, the match started. No title on the line, no Invictus rules, just two men beating the crap out of one another since the first seconds of the match when, after a brief exchange of words, Alan slapped the young champion. Dean didn’t take it lightly and answered with a stiff forearm shot to the jaw. Alan felt the impact, rubbing the side of his face before surprising Dean with a kick to the gut and an early Envious Demise attempt. Dean blocked the evenflow ddt and, after a hard punch to the ribs, turned it into a northern lights suplex. Contrarily to what happened in the past, Dean didn’t seem to suffer the transition back to the regular style of match, pacing himself better and controlling the first part of the match, resorting to some rest holds to frustrate the comeback attempts of the Lonestar. He had him now in a side headlock, from which Alan tried to get away with some well placed elbows to the abdomen. But Dean didn’t let him go, resisting and punching him on the crown of the head, before irish whipping him against the ropes. Alan ducked under the clothesline and hit one of his own, knocking Dean off his feet. He went for a second attempt as Smith quickly made it back to his feet, but this time the champ dodged it and quickly turned around hitting him with a discus forearm to the back of the head. Envy was down, slowly starting to get up when Dean drove his face on the canvas with a bulldog. The Invictus champion showed a certain confidence mocking the downed opponent, and this seemed to amuse the fans. Or maybe it was the straight punch he shut his mouth with when Alan started replying that did the trick. Dean went for a cover, but the veteran kicked out in two. Alan had to resort to some of the tricks he learned in his fourteen years long career to stop Dean’s hammering offense, poking his eye and exploiting the opening with a barrage of punches, sneaking in some closed fists here and there. Dean was with his back against the ropes and Alan tossed him to the opposite side of the ring, throwing him in the air and catching him with his pop up death valley driver, changing the course of the match. From that moment on, the Texan was in control, except for a brief moment when Dean caught a break with a throat jab and got close to the win with a fireman’s carry single knee gutbuster. Envy was in the best condition he had ever been in months, going well over the twelve minute mark, and still being able to lift the 231 pounds opponent with ease and holding him upside down for a few moment, before dropping him in front of him with a Gordbuster. No waste of time for him as he quickly hit the ropes and connected a sliding lariat, hooking the leg for another count of two. The fans started buzzing as someone made their way through them. The figure was wearing a cap, but it wasn’t hard to guess who he was. Jordan Parker-Kane may not be allowed to compete outside Southside, but nothing stops him from getting some revenge on Alan Envy and take his title back… Except maybe the prompt intervention of the security, who blocked him as he was jumping the barricade. The distraction still was enough to allow Dean to surprise Envy with a quick roll up, securing himself the win. WINNER: Dean Smith BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 10:17 |
Jordan is finally able to break through the two men holding him back and slide into the ring, and get his measure of revenge. But by then, Alan already left the ring and retrieved his and Jordan’s title. hopping the barricade and leaving through the booing fans. Jordan is fuming, clenching his fists in the middle of the ring watching his rival escaping him. Once again.
Singles Match
Saki VS Adam WebbThere was a lot of curiosity surrounding Saki’s debut on the orange show. Her acrobatic style well adapts to the Junior Heavyweight Division, but her attitude and… stability raised some questions. In what seems to be a common thing in Riot, her first test was far from being an easy challenge. Yulia made it clear since day one, on her show it’s sink or swim. The obstacle was none other than the Junior Heavyweight Champion himself, the same man she faced at A Midsummer Night’s Dream with the title on the line. The champion looked confident as always, believing that he can overcome this challenge the same way he did back in August, although in all fairness, he didn’t pin the Singapore Mauler that night. Adam and Saki started off strong, setting a high speed pace that exalted the characteristics of the two competitors, and gave the fans an entertaining match to watch, with some highlights that made them jump on their seat, like a springboard tornado ddt from the Kawaii Deathmachine and a running shooting star press after a series of rapid fire kicks from the champion. Both attempts, obviously, only resulted in counts of two. Saki was showing everyone how dangerous she can be even within the rules, and that the only weapon she needed were her kicks, slowly picking apart Adam. Sure, the referee had to keep her in check in a couple of occasion, like when she was kicking him in the corner and one of those kick caught Adam on the temple, apparently knocking him out cold and she still tried to stomp his head without letting the ref check on him, or that time when she was trying to remove the protective pad from the turnbuckle. This apparently senseless action (although you could argue that very few of Saki’s actions actually make sense) gave the champion a chance to recover and come back into this match with a standing dropkick. Saki hit the floor and rolled back to her feet, finding Adam already charging at her and sending her across the ring with a headscissors takedown. She pulled herself up with the aid of the ropes and leaned in the corner to refocus momentarily. But the champ wasn’t allowing her to, connecting with a jumping knee in the corner followed with a bulldog. Feeling the momentum switching, he tried to capitalize with a 450 splash, but he didn’t get more than a two out of it. Adam had the chance to try first hand how resilient the former Empire Extreme Champion is, seeing her kicking out from everything he threw her. Pele Kick, Snap Tornado DDT, even the Superman’s Cape (Springboad Flying Forearm). Not only she kicked out from all that, but she even turned the tables with a superkick out of nowhere that floored Adam. Maybe it was frustration, or simply her brain working in a different way. But Saki, instead of capitalizing, left the ring and grabbed a ladder from under it and tried to bring it inside the ring. Of course the ref stopped her, or tried to, getting hit on the face with said object for his troubles. The DQ was immediate, and Adam was declared the winner. WINNER: Adam Webb BY: DQ, 9:55 |
Obviously Saki doesn’t stop there, swinging the ladder and knocking down Adam as well. She then sets it up and climbs on top of it, a wicked grin on her face. She waits until the champion makes it up to his feet and then jumps, knocking him down with the Cotton Candy Kiss Of Death (Meteora) from the top of the ladder! The fans watch in a stunned and perplexed silence as the SIngapore Mauler sits in the middle of the ring next to the knocked out champion and laughs maniacally. Finally, she rolls out of the ring and grabs the Junior Heavyweight Championship, trying it around her waist and parading around the ring. Her last act is to slide back between the ropes and drop it on Adam’s chest, before eventually leaving.
The cameras scan around the arena, taking in the faces of the joyous fans, singing songs and chanting, while discussing what had occurred in the last match. Many were discussing the finish in particular, some even going to the lengths of pretending to repeat the moves that took place. But whenever they realized they were being caught on camera, and projected on the screen, they stopped to wave and lift their signs above. As the ring crew prepared for the next match, the commentary team promoting the upcoming match, while showing a few replays from the massive Lux In Tenebris show that occurred last week. But they dropped everything, startled as a black shape flew right over their heads. Letting out some accidental expletives, they gazed around as the camera tried to follow the shape, fans in the ground ducking and falling over themselves as it flapped and flew around, the low noises that it called beginning to be picked up. As the lens zoomed on one of the private boxes, a figure wearing black upon black could be seen with an outstretched arm, and the shape landed upon their arm. A Raven.
The figure peered out through their mask, one that covered the upper half of their face, and was decorated to look just like the bird on their arm. The woman had one eye of blue and the other green, and their lips a cherry red. They trembled slightly as they noticed the crowds staring at them, but with a microphone in their hand, they began to speak.
Anastasia Starling
Ladies, Gentlemen and Members of the Jury...
Came the sweetest voice, but still packing power over the booming P.A. System, a handful of boos omitting due to the famous welcoming made in the Underground. Anastasia Starling stayed still, her eyes moving around frantically, taking in the sights of the crowd gazing upon her. There were a few smattering cries of ‘monster’, and she closed her eyes for a second as she clenched her hand into a fist.
Anastasia Starling
There is a change in the air, a change that is sweeping it’s way over the MWE, and across the wrestling world. A change of fortune, a change in luck. A change for good, a change for bad, a change in direction and a change in dreams. There may be a change in mood, a change in character, a change in the faces and people who see across from you, and maybe even one day there will be a change of mind. But there will be change, there will be change. And the change is happening right in front of you… And I am bringing it along with me.
Her eyes shot open, letting the bird fly off again, scaring some members of the crowd as it swooped as low as it could without connecting with anyone. Starling, known to many as the Pale Winged Passerine, paced the private box, her black formal blazer buttoned up, slight feather motifs upon it and her curls cascaded down to her shoulders.
Anastasia Starling
I saw the world around me crumble in the blink of an eye, and everything I once treasured ripped away from me. Was it fair? Was it just? In my eyes, his eyes, her eyes, maybe not. In their eyes, them eyes and those eyes, maybe true. But these eyes have seen the hope that is left, and that hope can bring change… So I will bring change.
She then climbed onto the end of the box, attired in absolutely killer high heels, and she balanced upon the edge, many worried she would lose her balance and plummet below.
Anastasia Starling
Will there be a Riot For The Raven?
She let out, the raven flying by as it let out it’s gurgles and cries, Anastasia glaring out the question as many responded.
Anastasia Starling
I SAID WILL THERE BE A RIOT FOR THE RAVEN?
She repeated, loud and clear as she received an even greater response, many repeating the phrase that the Three Time World Champion cried out to the masses. But still, there were a few that cried out the word ‘Monster’, the word that she had longed feared and upset her. But the look on her face changed, becoming more feral and animalistic, shocking many due to the low growl she omitted.
Anastasia Starling
Or will there be a Monster For The Millennium?
She said with a crazed smile, hearing an equal reaction to her first question, which brought a smile back to her face. She seemed to calm, stunning everyone as she performed a one handed handstand right on the edge of the box, and this time she really looked like she would fall. But she flipped over acrobatically with the greatest of ease, stunning the audience who watched on. She then spoke again, her voice the most beautiful song.
Anastasia Starling
Whichever choice has already been made, I want you to see what I see. I want you to understand what I know. And I want you to breathe the air I breathe. Because this is what the world wanted. This is what they demanded, and so they are going to get it. And I don't want to feel it all, but know what fuels it. I don't want to feel it all, but don't wanna lose it...
She paused then, letting out a whistle as her raven, Alexa, flew right back to her. As she closed her eyes once more, she took a deep breath as a tear rolled down her face, visible rolling out from under the mask.
Anastasia Starling
Think about what you want… ‘Cause that is all that matters.
She opened her eyes again, taking a step backwards as she left one last comment before leaving.
Anastasia Starling
Do you want to evolve... do you want to die… Or do you want to transcend?
And with that, the raven masked beauty vanished from view, leaving the audience and commentators with even more questions for the Songbird.
The figure peered out through their mask, one that covered the upper half of their face, and was decorated to look just like the bird on their arm. The woman had one eye of blue and the other green, and their lips a cherry red. They trembled slightly as they noticed the crowds staring at them, but with a microphone in their hand, they began to speak.
Anastasia Starling
Ladies, Gentlemen and Members of the Jury...
Came the sweetest voice, but still packing power over the booming P.A. System, a handful of boos omitting due to the famous welcoming made in the Underground. Anastasia Starling stayed still, her eyes moving around frantically, taking in the sights of the crowd gazing upon her. There were a few smattering cries of ‘monster’, and she closed her eyes for a second as she clenched her hand into a fist.
Anastasia Starling
There is a change in the air, a change that is sweeping it’s way over the MWE, and across the wrestling world. A change of fortune, a change in luck. A change for good, a change for bad, a change in direction and a change in dreams. There may be a change in mood, a change in character, a change in the faces and people who see across from you, and maybe even one day there will be a change of mind. But there will be change, there will be change. And the change is happening right in front of you… And I am bringing it along with me.
Her eyes shot open, letting the bird fly off again, scaring some members of the crowd as it swooped as low as it could without connecting with anyone. Starling, known to many as the Pale Winged Passerine, paced the private box, her black formal blazer buttoned up, slight feather motifs upon it and her curls cascaded down to her shoulders.
Anastasia Starling
I saw the world around me crumble in the blink of an eye, and everything I once treasured ripped away from me. Was it fair? Was it just? In my eyes, his eyes, her eyes, maybe not. In their eyes, them eyes and those eyes, maybe true. But these eyes have seen the hope that is left, and that hope can bring change… So I will bring change.
She then climbed onto the end of the box, attired in absolutely killer high heels, and she balanced upon the edge, many worried she would lose her balance and plummet below.
Anastasia Starling
Will there be a Riot For The Raven?
She let out, the raven flying by as it let out it’s gurgles and cries, Anastasia glaring out the question as many responded.
Anastasia Starling
I SAID WILL THERE BE A RIOT FOR THE RAVEN?
She repeated, loud and clear as she received an even greater response, many repeating the phrase that the Three Time World Champion cried out to the masses. But still, there were a few that cried out the word ‘Monster’, the word that she had longed feared and upset her. But the look on her face changed, becoming more feral and animalistic, shocking many due to the low growl she omitted.
Anastasia Starling
Or will there be a Monster For The Millennium?
She said with a crazed smile, hearing an equal reaction to her first question, which brought a smile back to her face. She seemed to calm, stunning everyone as she performed a one handed handstand right on the edge of the box, and this time she really looked like she would fall. But she flipped over acrobatically with the greatest of ease, stunning the audience who watched on. She then spoke again, her voice the most beautiful song.
Anastasia Starling
Whichever choice has already been made, I want you to see what I see. I want you to understand what I know. And I want you to breathe the air I breathe. Because this is what the world wanted. This is what they demanded, and so they are going to get it. And I don't want to feel it all, but know what fuels it. I don't want to feel it all, but don't wanna lose it...
She paused then, letting out a whistle as her raven, Alexa, flew right back to her. As she closed her eyes once more, she took a deep breath as a tear rolled down her face, visible rolling out from under the mask.
Anastasia Starling
Think about what you want… ‘Cause that is all that matters.
She opened her eyes again, taking a step backwards as she left one last comment before leaving.
Anastasia Starling
Do you want to evolve... do you want to die… Or do you want to transcend?
And with that, the raven masked beauty vanished from view, leaving the audience and commentators with even more questions for the Songbird.
Singles Match
Devin Hearst VS Liv MercerHearst, accompanied to the ring tonight by his girlfriend and manager Ryker Kane-Khatri, has made it clear at Viva La Revolucion when he lead Team Riot to victory in that 6 vs 6 elimination match, along with Eliza Valentine. His eyes are set on that Riot Championship EJV won the night before against Liv herself. And despite coming up short at Midsummer Night’s Dream, you can bet Mercer would love another shot at it , possibly with no one else involved. Safe to say, this match may have huge implications for the winner. And this translated into a very aggressive start from Hearst, who stunned the opponent with a series of right hands. He then kicked her in the stomach and connected with a snap suplex, moving into an early cover attempt. Liv tried an immediate reaction, landing a few forearms of her own and going for a superkick. The veteran took a step to the side, dodging the kick and sliding behind her back, lifting her with a half nelson and dropping her back first on his knee. The former Dog Of War kept targeting the opponent’s back with a surfboard stretch, as well as hitting it with stomps and kicks with the clear goal of limiting her aerial offense. A style Devin always struggled against. And for the first time of the match the Florida Shuffle was able to maintain control, slowing down the pace and keeping the former champion grounded for the majority of time. Ryker did her part too, keeping him focused when he lost himself engaging in pointless (yet objectively fun) banter with the Alabama fans. Liv was struggling to find her footing, and it took a distraction from Ozzo to give her the chance to turn things around. While the referee was busy with Dalton trying to sneak in, Liv “went for the low hanging fruit”, hitting Dev with a low blow and rolling him up with a cradle. The ref was quick to turn around and make the count, but Hearst powered out in two. Liv quickly switched to a submission, locking him in a dragoon sleeper and trying to choke him out. Perhaps it was too early for that, since he quickly reached the ropes. Or maybe, her goal wasn’t to actually submit him, but rather wear him down. In which case, her plan worked out just fine. Even after he got out of the submission, it still took him some time to catch his breath, and Liv capitalized on it with a headscissors takedown. The pace of the match picked up and this obviously favored the former champion, who almost got the win with a roundhouse kick that caught him flush on the temple. Liv was flying all around first with a missile dropkick from the top rope, then with a springboard crossbody for another two count. Devin was in big trouble and desperately needed a break. Ryker tried to provide one, again, but the referee was having none of it. As she climbed on the apron, the referee turned around and yelled at her to leave ringside. Ryker was in disbelief, arguing with the decision, but her protest fell on deaf ears. Oz laughed at her, but his expression quickly changed when the referee said that he had to go as well. Nobody seemed happy with his decision, not Ozzo, not Ryker and of course not even their clients. Nobody except the fifteen thousands who got tired of the continuous distractions the two manager were providing, and welcomed the official’s decision with a thunderous applause. There was a moment when both competitors stopped fighting, surprised by the decision the ref just made. Devin broke the impasse sucker punching the former champion and dropping her with the Desperado (Throwing Release Suplex). A stunned Liv slowly pulled herself up, for a very brief moment before she got dropped on her head with the Evenflow DDT for the three count. WINNER: Devin Hearst BY: Pinfall (Evenflow DDT), 14:10 |
The crowd cheers as can favourite Kelsey Spencer appears on the screen, the feed coming to the arena live from somewhere in the backstage area.
Kelsey Spencer:
Heath Williams.
Fans cheers turn to jeers.
Kelsey Spencer:
Excuse me … The Heath Williams Champion. That's what you're going around calling yourself now, isn't it? You've got that big title belt with your face smack dab on that centre plate. Your ego's getting the best of you.
Spencer gives a disheartened chuckle and a shrug.
Kelsey Spencer:
I guess I'm not really one to talk though, am I? I was a victim of the same thing at Lux in Tenebris. I got a little too cocky when it came to our little match. It's not something that happens to me a lot, but it did last week, and my overconfidence cost me. That's not to say I would've beaten you if I kept a level head. When I felt Frozen Over for the first time? It reinforced what I already knew. Heath Williams is as tough as they come. I only wish I could've held onto my modesty so that I could have an all-out match with you.
She pauses and looks to the floor with pensive thoughts.
Kelsey Spencer:
As I came to after you'd already won … I felt sorrow. I felt regret. Not because I didn't beat you, or that I lost so quickly, but because I didn't get the chance to have the match I'd been dreaming of with you. The all-out wrestling war that I know the two of us could have. I only had myself to blame for screwing up that opportunity … an opportunity I'd never see again.
She bears a smirk.
Kelsey Spencer:
...Or, so I thought. After this company-wide draft, it just so happens that fate has decided that you and I are on the same show now, Heath! We're both on Riot! And it's be one hell of a disservice to myself, the fans of Riot and even you if I don't stand here right now and ask you for a rematch!
The Manic is seen a couple metres behind Kelsey, holding a tray with three cups of coffee, listening carefully to what the amped up Kelsey is saying.
Kelsey Spencer:
What do you say, Mr. Hardcore Hero? Kelsey Spencer vs Heath Williams II?! If you're scared of losing it, you don’t have to put the title on the line this time … we can have this match just for a little fun! Because it's like I always say--
Then, as Kelsey’s mid sentence, The Manic takes the tray of coffee, and throws it against Kelsey’s back. Hot coffee explodes from the cups, painting Kelsey’s clothes, and burning her shoulders, neck and back. As Kelsey shrieks and tenses, still not fully aware of what’s happening, The Manic clubs her from behind with a forearm, knocking her to the ground.
The Manic:
BLASPHEMY! You do not speak of Heath’s name in such a manner! In fact, you are not worthy to speak of him at all! Keep his name out of your mouth, and stay clear of us from now on! You got that?!
The Manic gives Kelsey one final stomp in the gut for good measure, and then storms off. A couple of stage hands, who must have been off camera watching the scene unfold, rush in and douse Spencer in cool bottled water to soothe the burns as the scene transitions to the next.
Kelsey Spencer:
Heath Williams.
Fans cheers turn to jeers.
Kelsey Spencer:
Excuse me … The Heath Williams Champion. That's what you're going around calling yourself now, isn't it? You've got that big title belt with your face smack dab on that centre plate. Your ego's getting the best of you.
Spencer gives a disheartened chuckle and a shrug.
Kelsey Spencer:
I guess I'm not really one to talk though, am I? I was a victim of the same thing at Lux in Tenebris. I got a little too cocky when it came to our little match. It's not something that happens to me a lot, but it did last week, and my overconfidence cost me. That's not to say I would've beaten you if I kept a level head. When I felt Frozen Over for the first time? It reinforced what I already knew. Heath Williams is as tough as they come. I only wish I could've held onto my modesty so that I could have an all-out match with you.
She pauses and looks to the floor with pensive thoughts.
Kelsey Spencer:
As I came to after you'd already won … I felt sorrow. I felt regret. Not because I didn't beat you, or that I lost so quickly, but because I didn't get the chance to have the match I'd been dreaming of with you. The all-out wrestling war that I know the two of us could have. I only had myself to blame for screwing up that opportunity … an opportunity I'd never see again.
She bears a smirk.
Kelsey Spencer:
...Or, so I thought. After this company-wide draft, it just so happens that fate has decided that you and I are on the same show now, Heath! We're both on Riot! And it's be one hell of a disservice to myself, the fans of Riot and even you if I don't stand here right now and ask you for a rematch!
The Manic is seen a couple metres behind Kelsey, holding a tray with three cups of coffee, listening carefully to what the amped up Kelsey is saying.
Kelsey Spencer:
What do you say, Mr. Hardcore Hero? Kelsey Spencer vs Heath Williams II?! If you're scared of losing it, you don’t have to put the title on the line this time … we can have this match just for a little fun! Because it's like I always say--
Then, as Kelsey’s mid sentence, The Manic takes the tray of coffee, and throws it against Kelsey’s back. Hot coffee explodes from the cups, painting Kelsey’s clothes, and burning her shoulders, neck and back. As Kelsey shrieks and tenses, still not fully aware of what’s happening, The Manic clubs her from behind with a forearm, knocking her to the ground.
The Manic:
BLASPHEMY! You do not speak of Heath’s name in such a manner! In fact, you are not worthy to speak of him at all! Keep his name out of your mouth, and stay clear of us from now on! You got that?!
The Manic gives Kelsey one final stomp in the gut for good measure, and then storms off. A couple of stage hands, who must have been off camera watching the scene unfold, rush in and douse Spencer in cool bottled water to soothe the burns as the scene transitions to the next.
Singles Match
Meg Rydell VS Kelsey SpencerKelsey’s single career in Riot ever since parting ways with her long time tag team partner and best friend Rebecca Saint has been impressive. Sure, every title shot she had, was it the Junior Heavyweight title, the Riot Championship or the Battle For The Briefcase, saw her walking out empty handed, but it’s undeniable that the blue haired girl has always been a main staple of the orange show. Megan instead was making her debut on the Saturday Night Show. The younger Rydell had ups and downs on Millennium, and she blamed the former General Manager Gianluigi Vaccaro for it. Her hatred for the italian grew to the point that she turned on him and on team Millennium at Viva La Revolucion, opening the way to team Riot’s victory. And tonight she made her debut against Kelsey in a match that people were looking forward to, and that now risked to be tainted by The Manic’s attack on Spencer. Despite the burns on her back, Kelsey wasn’t holding back, starting the match with a series of arm drags that frustrated Megan so much that she rolled out of the ring just to catch a break and interrupt the opponent’s momentum. Not that it worked, as Kelsey flew over the top rope and took her down with a somersault plancha. She then picked her up to roll her back in the ring, but Megan caught her off guard with a headbutt and tossed her back first against the barricade. Kelsey screamed in agony, proof that the burns she suffered were actually bothering her. And this brought a sadistic smile on Rydell’s face. Megan took all her sweet time to punish Kelsey, driving her back first against the apron, against the announcer’s table and dropping her on the ramp with a body slam. Every time the referee count reached seven, she would quickly enter the ring to interrupt it, and then went back to work. But if her goal was to win the match, she would have to pin Kelsey in the middle of the ring. She tried, but despite the damage suffered, there was still fight in Kelsey. People started wondering how long she could have lasted, as Meg was now in full control getting moments away from the win with a hurricanrana driver. But if there is one thing Kelsey’s fans know oh so well is that there’s no giving up in her. Drawing energy from the fifteen thousands cheering for her, Spencer blocked Megan’s kick and ducked the following enziguri, sending now Rydell in the corner and charging in, tossing her back to the centre of the ring with a monkey flip. Kelsey kipped up back to her feet, holding her sore back right after. But the pain she was feeling, highlighted by the grimace of pain painted on her face, didn’t prevent her from knocking Megan’s lights out with a shining wizard. The referee’s hand stopped inches away from hitting the mat a third time as Megan kicked out just in the nick of time. In a couple of more occasion the Australian got close to the win, with a superkick and a cartwheel legdrop. In both occasions, Megan was able to raise her shoulder. The turning point of the match was when Kelsey climbed to the third rope, ready to connect perhaps her frog splash. With a desperate move, Megan launched herself against the ropes, causing Kelsey to lose her equilibrium and fall forward. Her leg got caught on the ropes, leaving her hanging upside down with her back exposed to Megan’s abuse, those red marks becoming targets for her kicks, at least until the referee managed to stop her under the threat of a dq. Meg was now stalking Kelsey, moving behind her and raking her back, earning another reprimand from the referee. Not that she cared too much about it, inflicting more pain with an hair pull backbreaker. It was now her moment to ascend to the top and go high risk, leaping off with a Phoenix Splash. The Fly-Dell connected, but not even that was enough to keep Kelsey down. Nor was the crescent kick, although that was pretty close. The end was near, and it came with a Rydell Driver (Crucifix Driver into a pin), leaving the majority of the fans disappointed and wondering if the outcome would’ve been the same if Kelsey was 100%. WINNER: Megan Rydell BY: Pinfall (Rydell Driver), 14:03 |
Spider stood outside the office to her new General Manager. Since getting drafted to the orange show, she knew, at some point, she would be summoned here; after all, she had a reputation, didn’t she? Spider never quite got along with the powers-that-be. She frowned, and knocked.
Yulia Kirilenko
Come in.
Spider stepped into the office, taking a look around. Yulia stood at the back, observing a TV monitor.
Yulia Kirilenko
Spider! I’m glad you came.
Spider shrugged.
Spider
Ain’t that what you pay me for?
Yulia shook a finger at her with a smile.
Yulia Kirilenko
Funny. That’s what I called you here for. Take a seat.
Spider frowned, but rather than argue, she slumped in the seat across Yulia’s desk.
Yulia Kirilenko
Do you know why you’re here?
Spider
It’s my job.
Yulia Kirilenko
Yes, but I mean why you’re HERE. On Riot. Not on the green show.
Spider
Some draft bullshit?
Yulia Kirilenko
I drafted you. Do you understand that?
Spider
Not sure how much simpler you can make that.
Yulia sighs.
Yulia Kirilenko
It means I chose you, Spider. I WANT you to be on my show. I went out of my way to ensure that, if push came to shove, you would join us here, on Riot.
Spider shrugs. Yulia shakes her head. She turns the monitor so that Spider has a clear view.
Yulia Kirilenko
Look at this.
It’s a video showing highlights of Spider’s old matches… going on a dominant run in PRIDE.. In Empire. Clips of one Spiderbite after another, picture perfect spinning kicks, only the opponent changing from one shot to another. She had the move perfected. It was graceful, it was brutal, taking opponents, some far larger than she, off their feet. There were clips of her Cobweb, tangling opponents up. Of Spider, a mute back then, silently screaming until one by one, each opponent: Tap… tap…. Tap. Spider, standing tall in a steel cage. Spider, clutching a steel chair, blood seeping from an open gash in her forehead. She instinctively reached up, touching the scar. A clip of Spider, standing at the top of a ladder. Spider, holding the Coastal Championship. Spider, holding the Great Lakes Championship.
Yulia Kirilenko
If this draft took place a year ago, you would have been among the first picked. And then…
The next clip: Pride Pro Wrestling. Eliza Valentine against Spider. Spider hit the ropes hard, flipping over them to the concrete outside, where her arm snapped inward at an unnatural angle, to the gasps of the crowd. Spider wasn’t sure how she’d managed not to scream, but she maintained her silence and crawled her way back into the ring, ignoring the referee’s pleas to stop the contest and have her checked out.
Yulia Kirilenko
You were never the same after that match, were you? Not in your fight against Becky Balfour… not in your return to Liberty. Not in your signing to Millennium. Let’s not play around here, Spider: If there is one point that your entire career turned around, it was right here.
She points at the screen, pausing at Spider’s wrist, snapping a moment before getting crunched beneath her body.
Spider
The fuck is all this about, anyway?
Yulia Kirilenko
It’s about fire.
She looks back to Spider.
Yulia Kirilenko
You’re BETTER than this. Once upon a time, you were poised to be one of the best wrestlers, on par to end the year as one of the top stars of 2018, and instead… you got hurt. You took time off. You came back, but you’ve never quite reached that same peak, and do you know what I think?
Spider remained silent. She gently massaged the wrist. It hadn’t bothered her in months now, but seeing the injury played back again, it made her wince.
Yulia Kirilenko
I think you need to right a very particular wrong.
She tilted her head, examining the tattooed woman.
Yulia Kirilenko
To get that fire back, you need to go back to where it started. A Pride ring. A main event. Spider vs Eliza Valentine.
A smile came to her face, and she rested a hand on Spider’s shoulder. Spider tensed up, but Yulia tightened her grip, just slightly, reassuringly.
Yulia Kirilenko
Go out there tonight. Give us that fire we know you still have. Show us who you are… who you’ve always been.
She leaned in, whispering to her.
Yulia Kirilenko
Show us the Spider.
Spider stared ahead for a moment, her eyes locked on the screen… on her wrist. She nodded slowly. Yulia smiled.
Yulia Kirilenko
Good luck tonight.
Yulia Kirilenko
Come in.
Spider stepped into the office, taking a look around. Yulia stood at the back, observing a TV monitor.
Yulia Kirilenko
Spider! I’m glad you came.
Spider shrugged.
Spider
Ain’t that what you pay me for?
Yulia shook a finger at her with a smile.
Yulia Kirilenko
Funny. That’s what I called you here for. Take a seat.
Spider frowned, but rather than argue, she slumped in the seat across Yulia’s desk.
Yulia Kirilenko
Do you know why you’re here?
Spider
It’s my job.
Yulia Kirilenko
Yes, but I mean why you’re HERE. On Riot. Not on the green show.
Spider
Some draft bullshit?
Yulia Kirilenko
I drafted you. Do you understand that?
Spider
Not sure how much simpler you can make that.
Yulia sighs.
Yulia Kirilenko
It means I chose you, Spider. I WANT you to be on my show. I went out of my way to ensure that, if push came to shove, you would join us here, on Riot.
Spider shrugs. Yulia shakes her head. She turns the monitor so that Spider has a clear view.
Yulia Kirilenko
Look at this.
It’s a video showing highlights of Spider’s old matches… going on a dominant run in PRIDE.. In Empire. Clips of one Spiderbite after another, picture perfect spinning kicks, only the opponent changing from one shot to another. She had the move perfected. It was graceful, it was brutal, taking opponents, some far larger than she, off their feet. There were clips of her Cobweb, tangling opponents up. Of Spider, a mute back then, silently screaming until one by one, each opponent: Tap… tap…. Tap. Spider, standing tall in a steel cage. Spider, clutching a steel chair, blood seeping from an open gash in her forehead. She instinctively reached up, touching the scar. A clip of Spider, standing at the top of a ladder. Spider, holding the Coastal Championship. Spider, holding the Great Lakes Championship.
Yulia Kirilenko
If this draft took place a year ago, you would have been among the first picked. And then…
The next clip: Pride Pro Wrestling. Eliza Valentine against Spider. Spider hit the ropes hard, flipping over them to the concrete outside, where her arm snapped inward at an unnatural angle, to the gasps of the crowd. Spider wasn’t sure how she’d managed not to scream, but she maintained her silence and crawled her way back into the ring, ignoring the referee’s pleas to stop the contest and have her checked out.
Yulia Kirilenko
You were never the same after that match, were you? Not in your fight against Becky Balfour… not in your return to Liberty. Not in your signing to Millennium. Let’s not play around here, Spider: If there is one point that your entire career turned around, it was right here.
She points at the screen, pausing at Spider’s wrist, snapping a moment before getting crunched beneath her body.
Spider
The fuck is all this about, anyway?
Yulia Kirilenko
It’s about fire.
She looks back to Spider.
Yulia Kirilenko
You’re BETTER than this. Once upon a time, you were poised to be one of the best wrestlers, on par to end the year as one of the top stars of 2018, and instead… you got hurt. You took time off. You came back, but you’ve never quite reached that same peak, and do you know what I think?
Spider remained silent. She gently massaged the wrist. It hadn’t bothered her in months now, but seeing the injury played back again, it made her wince.
Yulia Kirilenko
I think you need to right a very particular wrong.
She tilted her head, examining the tattooed woman.
Yulia Kirilenko
To get that fire back, you need to go back to where it started. A Pride ring. A main event. Spider vs Eliza Valentine.
A smile came to her face, and she rested a hand on Spider’s shoulder. Spider tensed up, but Yulia tightened her grip, just slightly, reassuringly.
Yulia Kirilenko
Go out there tonight. Give us that fire we know you still have. Show us who you are… who you’ve always been.
She leaned in, whispering to her.
Yulia Kirilenko
Show us the Spider.
Spider stared ahead for a moment, her eyes locked on the screen… on her wrist. She nodded slowly. Yulia smiled.
Yulia Kirilenko
Good luck tonight.
Singles Match
Eliza Valentine VS SpiderThe words of the Riot General Manager seemed to have lit the proverbial fire under Spider’s ass. The former Empire Great Lakes Champion started off strong, surprising the champion with a very aggressive attitude. Her shots looked stiffer than the usual, and it was clear that she was laser focused, ducking and dodging EJV’s strikes, finding a way through her guard for her kicks and punches. The Riot Champion was forced to kick out for the first time when we were just two minutes into the match, after a russian leg sweep/springboard moonsault combination. Eliza stood back to her feet and stared at the opponent in front of her. Surprised, yet pleased. Definitely welcoming a challenge that turned out to be tougher than she expected before the bell rang. The two women locked horns in the middle of the ring, Eliza with the size and power advantage was pushing Spider back toward the ropes when Robyn slid behind her back and pinned her shoulders on the mat with an O’Connor roll. Once again the Riot champion kicked out. The girl with the spider tattoo charged in, this time paying for her irruence, running right into Eliza’s knee. The champ now mounted on Spider’s chest and hit her with lefts and rights, a basic and not fancy ground and pound offense but not for this less effective. The match kept going at a fast pace, with Spider once again on the driver’s seat. She was targeting Eliza’s left leg with stiff kicks, suddenly changing her target and rocking her with a forearm to the jaw. More kicks to the leg followed, and it became clear that she was diversifying her offense while working on that particular part of Eliza’s body. Why? Well, when she dropped the champ on her head with a ddt, she gave the people the answer they were looking for, grabbing Valentine’s foot and applying a knee bar. An unexpected twist, something you don’t see every day from the newest Riot signee. And something Eliza wasn’t quite ready for. Caught off guard, the champion at first tried to wrestle her way out of the submission, then tried to reach the ropes. They weren’t too fire away, but that short distance looked like a thousand miles to EJV, as she slowly started crawling toward them. The excruciating pain seemed to be too much for her to handle. She stopped inches away from the ropes, and for a moment it seemed like she was about to give up. Instead, she started punching Spider’s leg, weakening her grasp just as much to allow her to escape. The damage was done though, as the look on Eliza’s face and the way she was limping could confirm. One thing the two women had in common was the incredible amount of pain they were able to take. Bad leg and all, Eliza still managed to turn things in her favor with a throat strike followed by a codebreaker using the good leg, the right one. She crawled into a cover, slowly, giving the opponent a lot of time to recover and making the kick out look like a formality. It wasn’t the easiest night for the champ so far, but with her class and resilience she was able to turn things around. She picked Spider up and pulled her in for a short arm clothesline, using the good leg to stomp her to the mat. All Robyn had to do to stop her was kicking her left knee, and just like that, Eliza was down. Spider measured the distance and waited for her to stand up, going for the Spiderbite. Eliza moved away from the trajectory, avoiding disaster and planting her with a reverse ddt, quickly moving into a pinning predicament. After kicking out, Spider tried a reaction but it was Eliza who got the upper hand, kicking her in the stomach and connecting the Mysterious Girl (Crossroads). To everyone’s shock, Spider kicked out from this as well. Both fighters were tired, feeling the fatigue of a battle that had been going for over twenty minutes now. And it looked like this match could go both ways. As great as this fight was, the ending left everyone disappointed. Devin Hearst clubbed Eliza from behind, knocking her out. Spider, who just lost the match due to this interference, didn’t take it lightly, assaulting Hearst who kicked her in the stomach and nailed her with the Evenflow DDT WINNER: Eliza Valentine BY: DQ, 21:32 |
Devin is standing in the middle of the ring, over the motionless body of the Riot Champion Ryker reaches him there, reminding all the people in attendance and those watch ming at home who was the first one to stand up for Riot when CCJ first invided.
And who was the last one standing?
Both rhetorical question, whose answer was actually Devin himself.
She then listed all his accomplishments, ending her speech saying that there are have been quite some changes in MWE.
But the only one they should be concerned about and focus on is the one regarding the Riot Championship.
With that promise, the show closed.