Post by gvb on Sept 28, 2019 11:39:32 GMT -6
Homecoming Tour
Millennium XLI
Live from T-Mobile Arena in Paradise, NV
Wednesday, September 25th, 2019
The camera pans all over the fans filling the T-Mobile Arena in Paradise, outskirt of Las Vegas. The excitement can be see on the faces of the twenty thousands who came to witness the comeback of Millennium on MENTV. A lot has changed since June, but not the love and passion of the crowd, who brought all kind of signs to support their favorite superstars.
"When Legends Rise" by Godsmack blares out of the loudspeakers, multi-colored pyros explode on the stage dominated by the big metallic "M" hanging above the entrance, a return to the past if you will. Quickly panning over the cheering fans, the camera stops at the commentary table, where we are welcomed by Peyton Holland and Jessi Idol.
Peyton Holland:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Millennium XLI!
Jessi Idol:
We're live from Vegas... well, pretty much. And you can bet that tonight's card will keep your asses glued to the seat!
Peyton Holland:
Hard to disagree. Just take a look at the main event!
Jessi Idol:
Melissa Reeves versus Tiff Rollins. The MWE Champion versus the record setting Cloud Gate Champion. It can't really get much bigger than this.
Peyton Holland:
Indeed. The Lockdown Champion will also be in action, as Duke Andrews takes on Victoria Salinas.
Jessi Idol:
Duke is also meant to decide the stipulation for his Lockdown Championship match. Is he gonna tell us tonight? Is he going to keep us hanging? I guess we'll see!
Peyton Holland:
Two former number one contenders collide when Chris Constantine Junior goes up against Bethany Driver
Jessi Idol:
Both of them are looking to get back on the title hunt, and tonight can be the first step for them.
Peyton Holland:
The first match of tonight instead is a rematch from Lux In Tenebris. Cheesecake versus Jacob Cross. And it's up next.
"When Legends Rise" by Godsmack blares out of the loudspeakers, multi-colored pyros explode on the stage dominated by the big metallic "M" hanging above the entrance, a return to the past if you will. Quickly panning over the cheering fans, the camera stops at the commentary table, where we are welcomed by Peyton Holland and Jessi Idol.
Peyton Holland:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Millennium XLI!
Jessi Idol:
We're live from Vegas... well, pretty much. And you can bet that tonight's card will keep your asses glued to the seat!
Peyton Holland:
Hard to disagree. Just take a look at the main event!
Jessi Idol:
Melissa Reeves versus Tiff Rollins. The MWE Champion versus the record setting Cloud Gate Champion. It can't really get much bigger than this.
Peyton Holland:
Indeed. The Lockdown Champion will also be in action, as Duke Andrews takes on Victoria Salinas.
Jessi Idol:
Duke is also meant to decide the stipulation for his Lockdown Championship match. Is he gonna tell us tonight? Is he going to keep us hanging? I guess we'll see!
Peyton Holland:
Two former number one contenders collide when Chris Constantine Junior goes up against Bethany Driver
Jessi Idol:
Both of them are looking to get back on the title hunt, and tonight can be the first step for them.
Peyton Holland:
The first match of tonight instead is a rematch from Lux In Tenebris. Cheesecake versus Jacob Cross. And it's up next.
Singles Match
Cheesecake VS Jacob CrossThe events of Lux In Tenebris are still fresh in the memory of the MWE fans. The impressive debut of “Cowboy” Jacob Cross, the imprint of his mentor, West McFadden so visible in his although different style, how he had Cheesecake locked in an armbar, moments away from picking up his first win in his career. And how Big Barv took that away from him, saving his protege from what looked like an inevitable loss via submission. Cross walked to the ring with the fire in his eyes typical of someone who’s determined to take back what was unrightfully taken from him. He didn’t make it inside the ring, as Cheesecake dove between the ropes and wiped him out with a suicide dive. The ruthless aggression didn’t stop there, with the Phoenix born stomping the cowboy to the mat, focusing on the ribs. She finally pulled him up and threw him back first against the apron, swinging her leg for one more kick before rolling him into the ring and making a cover. The referee didn’t even start to count, telling Cheesecake that the match hadn’t even started yet, and it won’t start until Cross picks herself up and confirms that he’s willing to fight. And obviously takes off the jacket. Jacob successfully fulfilled all these obligations and did much more, tripping Cheesecake as she was charging at him in the corner and introducing the lower turnbuckle pad to her face. He had a lot of frustration to get off his system, and squashing Cheesecake under his boot seemed like a good way to do it. When the referee told him to stop, he immediately stop, wrapping his arms around her waist and deadlifting her for a German Suplex. The young girl raised back to her feet and failed to avoid the clothesline from El Vaquero, who then tried to make the cover after a standing moonsault, getting only a count of two. Cheesecake tried to build some offense, surprising the cowboy with a hurricanrana. Jake picked himself up and stepped into a single leg running knee, to which the arrogant opponent followed with a cocky pin, taunting the fans who were getting behind El Vaquero. The match continued with Cheesecake landing a few more noteworthy offensive moves including a spinning heel kick that caught Jake right on the temple, knocking him down like a ton of bricks. The outspoken Arizona kid hooked the leg, convinced she had the match won, failing to see that Jake’s foot was on the bottom rope. Luckily for the Cowboy, the referee didn’t miss it, stopping the count right before the three. Things weren’t boding well for Cheesecake as we approached the ten minute marks. Jake had taken back control, his right hands, although stylistically revisables, always found their mark, And he hit hard, as the daughter of the late Trip Johnson was reminded tonight. One of those punches accidentally hit her on the nose, causing a minor blood loss. Nonetheless, the referee momentarily separated the two contestants, checking on her. And she used this unexpected break to rake the eyes of the opponent and dropping him down with a running swinging neckbreaker, almost walking out with the win. But by the end of the match, it was all Jacob again, as he caught the 98 pounder after she rebounded back from the ropes and slammed her down with a nasty looking pop up powerbomb. Cheesy kicked out, only to get superkicked as soon as she stood back up. Wisely she rolled out of the ring, taking away from the opponent the chance to make a cover and took a short break to refocus. Except, this wasn’t her idea. Covering her face, and saying that her nose might be broken, Cheesecake pulls Big Barv by the shirt and leaves. WINNER: Jacob Cross BY: Count Out, 9:43 |
Peyton Holland: "What was that?"
Jessi Idol: "She got hurt, probably. And walked out of the match..."
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, I can see that. But why?"
Jessi Idol: "This way she can still claim she's unbeatable?"
Peyton Holland: "But... She lost."
Jess Idol: "She wasn't beaten tho... Look I don't know, ok?"
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, let's just move on."
Jessi Idol: "She got hurt, probably. And walked out of the match..."
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, I can see that. But why?"
Jessi Idol: "This way she can still claim she's unbeatable?"
Peyton Holland: "But... She lost."
Jess Idol: "She wasn't beaten tho... Look I don't know, ok?"
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, let's just move on."
Akemi Hayashi:
Where is my candy cane? Where is my peanut bar? Where is my lolipop ring? Where have all the poprocks gone?"
We are greeted by Akemi singing a tune of her own design in the backstage area. She claims of her own design but the melody sounded suspiciously like a nineties song no one cares about anymore.Joined once more by the battered stuffed bear with a prominent furrowed brow. In fact the bear was up front and center, directing its beady eyes at the camera with intense focus.
Several seconds passed. The bear gazed unblinking. Kemi continued her candy themed reverie. Her bright green tutu a stark contrast to the dark leggings. The clash oddly making her long legs appear to have stork like proportions. The intense gaze was finally broken when Akemi chucked a freakin plastic easter egg at the bear, nerds spilled onto the floor.
Akemi Hayashi:
So long winded.
Akemi complained since the bear had hogged so much air time with whatever it had to say.
Akemi Hayashi:
Kemi ready to kick booty for pop rocks
She paused and stared awkwardly at the camera before her hand became a blur with an ecstatic wave.
Akemi Hayashi:
Kemi got nothing else. Bye now
Fade out.
Singles Match
Akemi Hayashi VS Tobie Nox Thorne VS Nikki KnightIt was Nikki’s first match in Millennium, after being drafted from Riot. And the Canadian was ready to impress the new audience, coming out strong since the opening bell, charging at Akemi and levelling her with a clothesline. She then avoided one from Tobie, kicking the French girl in the mid-section with a back kick, followed with a dropkick. Hayashi clubbed her from behind, applying a front facelock and getting ready for a suplex, countered by the Canadian with one of her own. Thorne was back on her feet and grabbed Nikki’s hand, turning her around and landed a knife edge chop to her chest. With an irish whip, She sent Knight against the ropes, dropping down on the mat and forcing the Canadian Knightmare to jump over her, hitting the ropes and rebounding back, anticipating Tobie’s intentions and taking her down with a slingblade. A superkick to each opponent later and Nikki had the house cleaned, standing tall in the middle of the ring while Tobie and Akemi were on the outside licking their wounds. Her experience allowed her to control the first part of the match, but eventually, with coordinated attacks, Tobie and Akemi got the upper hand, sorting it out between the two of them. There was a brief exchange of forearm strikes, won by the former [R]evo champion who then sent the opponent in the corner, charging at her with a full head of steam. Akemi raised her leg, stopping Tobie’s momentum with her boot and then hit her with her SQUIRT! (complete shot into turnbuckle). TNT seemed out, and Akemi dragged her away from the ropes before making the cover. Nikki broke it up a moment before Tobie could kick out, way before the three. Nikki threw a kick to Akemi’s ribs, the Danger Princess answered with a stiff forearm shot to the jaw, rocking Nikki and following with a series of swift kicks to the sides, a spinning backfist and a jumping knee. The combination sent Knight staring at the stars, but before Hayashi could slide into a cover, Tobie jumped on her back and dragged her down on her knees with a high angle backstabber, quickly pinning her for another near fall. Finding herself caught between two fires, with both Akemi and Nikki coming at her, Tobie defended herself brilliantly with precise strikes that kept the two opponents at bay. And as soon as she had the chance, she applied a ¾ facelock on Akemi, charging at Knight and using her as a platform to give herself the thrust she needed to leap backwards over Hayashi’s head, driving her on the mat with a shiranui. Rolling forward, Tobie avoided the canadian charging in, springing back to her feet and jumping on the middle rope, coming back at Nikki with a cross body block. The fans were firmly behind the Frenchie, looking sharp and elegant as ever inside the ring. Gian on the outside didn’t really have much to say to her, she was fighting a great match and piling up a series of near falls both on Nikki and Akemi. Hayashi left the ring after a spinning heel kick, leaving Tobie alone to deal with the canadian Knightmare, who was just now slowly standing up. She didn’t give her the chance, knocking her back down with a shining wizard. Grabbing the ropes, Nikki pulled herself up and rested in the corner for a moment. Or she would have, if Tobie actually gave her the chance. The blonde girl was on fire, determined to double the win at LIT with a second one tonight, building some momentum. In the corner, she began kicking Nikki’s chest, until the referee put himself between the two competitors, calling for a break. As soon as the official turned his back, Knight turned around and remove one of the protective pads. Gian immediately brought it to the referee attention, and the striped shirt put it back into his place. While he was doing so, Nikki fumbled with her boots, pulling out what looked like a small spray can, using it to blind Tobie and plant her with the Knightfall (Sitout Last Ride Powerbomb). The referee might have missed it, but Gian saw everything, and he confronted the Canadian Knightmare about it. In all response, Nikki slapped the former GM, turning around to make the cover. Instead, she found Akemi waiting for her with a kick to the stomach and a Starflower (Twist Of Fate). Tobie eventually recovered and tried to break up the pinning predicament, arriving just one moment too late. WINNER: Akemi Hayashi BY: Pinfall (Starflower), 10:10 |
Peyton Holland: "And here's the first upset of the night!"
Jessi Idol: "Did it really happen?"
Peyton Holland: "Yep, Akemi beat Tobie and Nikki. And Gian got slapped in the face."
Jessi idol: "It's not the first time, probably won't be the last either.."
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, and Tobie didn't take it well."
Jessi Idol: "Did it really happen?"
Peyton Holland: "Yep, Akemi beat Tobie and Nikki. And Gian got slapped in the face."
Jessi idol: "It's not the first time, probably won't be the last either.."
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, and Tobie didn't take it well."
The camera picks up on Duke Andrews. Sitting in the back, feet perched up on the equipment crate, his cowboy boots worn and beaten as he leaned back against the other. The black t-shirt showing off the new design from Grunt Style, and the gold Lockdown championship belt draped over his shoulder.
Duke Andrews:
They’ve told me to pick the stipulation. They told me it’s my choosing. They…
He pauses as he runs his right hand up and adjusts the black and grey trucker hat on his head.
Duke Andrews:
When i say they, i mean that in a way that should reveal that our own general manager doesn’t have to balls to tell me herself. That our own general manager finds whatever pile of cow dung lackey she can find to run her messages. And then, when that doesn’t work, she hides behind the cover of “management”
He uses the term and flashes the air quotes with his hands.
Duke Andrews:
You know, it was management that fired Nina from her job without warning. It was management that does this and that when it’s convenient so Chloe doesn’t get caught in the dirty crossfire. But…
A simple shrug from Duke.
Duke Andrews:
You want to know the stipulation? You want to know what I’m choosing for the next defense of this title?
Duke uses his right hand, crossing his left shoulder to slap the gold.
Duke Andrews:
Classic old school submission match. The same concept that will once again prove to those that doubt me, that i will rewrite the narrative about Duke Andrews with. To show the doubters how wrong they are. How they try and pinpoint what i am, and the game changes. So, to anyone that’s wanting to come at me and try and take this, here’s your one and final warning, you better show up and bring the absolute best that you’ve got. You better walk tall and swing a heavy hammer.
Duke Andrews:
They’ve told me to pick the stipulation. They told me it’s my choosing. They…
He pauses as he runs his right hand up and adjusts the black and grey trucker hat on his head.
Duke Andrews:
When i say they, i mean that in a way that should reveal that our own general manager doesn’t have to balls to tell me herself. That our own general manager finds whatever pile of cow dung lackey she can find to run her messages. And then, when that doesn’t work, she hides behind the cover of “management”
He uses the term and flashes the air quotes with his hands.
Duke Andrews:
You know, it was management that fired Nina from her job without warning. It was management that does this and that when it’s convenient so Chloe doesn’t get caught in the dirty crossfire. But…
A simple shrug from Duke.
Duke Andrews:
You want to know the stipulation? You want to know what I’m choosing for the next defense of this title?
Duke uses his right hand, crossing his left shoulder to slap the gold.
Duke Andrews:
Classic old school submission match. The same concept that will once again prove to those that doubt me, that i will rewrite the narrative about Duke Andrews with. To show the doubters how wrong they are. How they try and pinpoint what i am, and the game changes. So, to anyone that’s wanting to come at me and try and take this, here’s your one and final warning, you better show up and bring the absolute best that you’ve got. You better walk tall and swing a heavy hammer.
Singles Match
Spectre VS Christian Michaels
The Brothers McMillions earned themselves the right to challenge The HooligunnZ for the MWE Tag Team Titles. Whether that will happen at the Homecoming PPV or before, we don’t know yet. But tonight we got a little preview as Christian Michaels took on Spectre in Singles Action. Spectre immediately tried to impose his greater speed, setting the match to a pace the Tennessee born was struggling to keep up with. The Swoltergeist looked in great shape, flying all over the ring and coming at CM from every angle, making it impossible for the veteran to predict and counter his moves. The Father Of Finesse Trey Cole at ringside never failed to point out how impressive hs partner was, putting up a scene for the fans and mocking Javen and CM at the same time. He literally started jumping in his place when Spectre connected the Archer Approved (Springboard Cutter), pulling at his air when Christian kicked out. The experience eventually came into play, and CM was able to put a halt at the opponent’s momentum, catching him with a stunner. In contrast with the opponent’s flashy style, Christian brought a more old school approach, not disdaining using some rest holds and a ground and pound style. After a headlock takedown, CM kept the hold and used his free hand to punch Spectre. Cole yelled at the referee, trying to convince him that Michaels is illegally using closed fists. Javen politely told him to shut the hell up, and the two had an intense staredown. Meanwhile inside the ring Christian went for a kick, blocked by Spectre. The Tag Team Champion was still figuring out what to do when CM hit him with the Dragon Whap, grabbing both of his legs and flipping over into a jacknife hold pin. Spectre kicked out, immediately finding himself locked in a single leg boston crab, a move that Christian had mastered in his 17 years long career. The Holligunn was in world of pain, crawling toward the ropes who seemed to be just within reach…. And then CM dragged him back to the centre of the ring. With nowhere to go now, Spectre really began considering tapping out, just to put an end to the excruciating pain. But he pushed through, resisting and eventually, with a desperate effort, breaking free from the submission. That took a lot out of the Swoltergeist, a sharp pain irradiating from the lower back that was most definitely affecting his movements, making it almost impossible for him to keep the same pace he imposed in the first part of the match. Christian knew it, and was making the best out of this, focusing his attacks on that part of his body with all kinds of backbreakers and suplexes, one of which, a fisherman variation, brought him real close to the win. So close that Javen thought his brother got him there, and demanded an explanation to the referee when the official said it was just a two. Trey butted in into the conversation between them, some harsh words flew between them and all the tension that built for the past 10 minutes found its natural outlet in a good ole brawl between the other halves of the tag teams. The fans were loving it, the referee was trying to bring them back to order and when he realized that there was nothing he could do, he called for security. CM was watching the whole scene. shaking his head. Spectre took advantage of the situation and quickly rolled him up with a schoolboy, using the ropes for more leverage and barely holding CM down for the one, two, three. WINNER: Spectre BY: Pinfall (Rope Aided Schoolboy Pin), 11:37 |
Jessi Idol: "And Spectre steals one tonight!"
Peyton Holland:"The McMillions got outsmarted. That's something you don't see everyday"
Jessi Idol: "Yeah, usually they are the ones taking advantage of situations like these..."
Peyton Holland: "Anyway, by hook or by crook the HooligunnZ. took home the first round."
Jessi Idol: "Yeah, but it's a minor setback, I doubt this will affect the McMillions in their title hunt."
Peyton Holland:"The McMillions got outsmarted. That's something you don't see everyday"
Jessi Idol: "Yeah, usually they are the ones taking advantage of situations like these..."
Peyton Holland: "Anyway, by hook or by crook the HooligunnZ. took home the first round."
Jessi Idol: "Yeah, but it's a minor setback, I doubt this will affect the McMillions in their title hunt."
The scene opens backstage, in what appears to be the locker room area. Sitting on some crates, wearing cargo pants and a grey hoodie, his trusted Vans at his feet and cap worn backwards, we find Tiffany’s boyfriend, Coen Farrell. He’s becoming quite the habitue around here, having accompanied the Cloud Gate Champion to almost every show since the infamous episode with Megan Rydell back at Dark Web. The young boy is minding his own business, playing True Skate on his mobile while waiting for his girlfriend who’s getting ready inside the locker room. Suddenly, his quietness is interrupted by a female figure walking into scene. The Star Of The Night and former Lockdown Champion, Luna. Dressed in her dark green ensemble. A sweetheart neckline crop top design featuring the top half of a star. The bottom half was on her trunks. Her hair was just recently done with a gradual curl. Flaunting new ring boots with her name on the side in a silver colour. Unsurprisingly, she caught the attention of the young man, who raises his eyes from the screen of his phone to looks at the woman standing in front of him. Why she was looking at him? Is she waiting for something?
Coen Farrell:
Hi.
He mutters, putting down his phone.
Luna Smith:
Hi.
Luna quips with a half-hearted glance. She recognizes who was sitting there half-way through her sentence.
Luna Smith:
Holly. I need flavoured bottled water in my--wait.
Luna then turns on her heels to fully face the gentleman Coen.
Luna Smith:
I know you.
Coen Farrell:
Huh?
He seems surprised, raising an eyebrow at the former Lockdown Champion. Sure, his popularity is growing, mostly reflected light from Tiffany’s stardom, but being recognized? That always seems odd to him.
Luna Smith:
You followed me recently, which means you have good taste in who’s stuff to follow, retweet, like, etcetera.
She does end her call with Holly abruptly to just check she did have the right person. Once she did a quick check, Luna takes a step to close the distance between them.
Luna Smith:
So you’re probably here to check out my match tonight. The triple threat?
Once again he looks at her quizzically.
Coen Farrell:
I guess… Honestly, no offense Luna, but I’m here for Tiffany. Everything else kinda comes second place for me.
Realizing he sounded a bit harsh, and not wanting to offend her in anyway, he quickly adds.
Coen Farrell:
I’m sorry… Who are you up against?
Luna Smith:
Rhett Adelson and Null.
Coen raises his eyes, racking his brains trying to pair up those names with the respective faces.
Coen Farrell:
I’m not sure who this Rhett dude is, but Null rings a bell.. That’s the guy dressed up like a wolf, ain’t it?
Luna Smith:
It doesn't really matter what either of them wear. I'm more cunning than any wolf, I can pick my spot absolutely perfectly. You'll find out if you pay attention to my match in particular.
Luna says while one of the employees Holly had hired, wearing a Holly's Helper shirt comes by with Luna's special dark green, sparkly wrist tape and begins to tape her wrists up for her. Coen watches the scene finding it rather amusing.
Coen Farrell:
I dunno, I think his mask is pretty cool.
He smiles at Luna.
Coen Farrell:
But sure, I’ll watch your match from here. Tiff has a huge match tonight and I'd rather not disturb or distract her.
Luna Smith:
Yes. We wouldn't want that to happen to Tiff now would we?
Luna says with a lighter, friendly tone while shes observing her wrists. The Holly Helper Employee is sweating like he's performing surgery, desperately trying to not make it too tight on Luna's wrist while not making it too loose either.
Coen Farrell:
Definitely not!
Coen chuckles.
Coen Farrell:
I know how important her career is, especially tonight’s match. She’s going against the MWE champion, it’s kind of a big deal. Can you imagine what it could mean if she beats her again?
There's hardly a noticeable pause as Luna smiles his way.
Luna Smith:
Big, big things for her. Yes. Big, big things…
Luna then adjusts his hoodie with a quick pinch and pull.
Luna Smith:
For her.
It’s clear that this last gesture leaves him confused, maybe even a bit embarrassed. He looks around, a light shade of red lighting up his cheeks.
Coen Farrell:
Uhhhh… Yeah for her… Obviously.
He begins to feel slightly uneasy, moving on his seat, trying to put some distance between them. But there’s nowhere he can go. Luna doesn't exactly create any space for him either.
Luna Smith:
Obviously.
While keeping her eyes on him, with a very unreadable look on her face. An awkward silence follows her words, Coen starting to fidget nervously, tapping his fingers on the crate.
Coen Farrell:
I… Uh…
He stutters, the words just aren’t coming out. Not that he would know what to say anyway.
Holly Helper Employee:
Um. Miss Luna?
One of the employees calls out to Luna and she acknowledges them.
Holly Helper Employee:
Holly says the designer has arrived for your PPV outfit.
Leaving Luna to turn back to Coen.
Luna Smith:
To be continued.
She then heads off towards the employee with all the confidence in the world exuding from her with every step. Coen watches her leaving, finally exhaling after holding his breath for what seemed like an eternity. And good timing too, as the locker-room door creeps open to find the Cloud Gate Champion herself, and Coen’s beloved girlfriend, Tiff Rollins, donning her gear and gearing to go. Oblivious to everything that had just transpired, Tiffany approaches Coen, who shrugs off the entire conversation to retain his full attention to her.
Tiff Rollins:
Alright, I’m good to go.
Coen Farrell:
Y-Yeah…
One last puzzled glance in the direction Luna walked away and then he turns back to Tiffany, the sweetest smile printed on his face.
Coen Farrell:
You look ready to kick ass.
He says, placing his hands on her shoulders.
Coen Farrell:
Not saying you’re gonna need it…
Almost as if he wanted to clear any doubt and close that awkward chapter, Coen leans in, pecking the Cloud Gate Champion on her lips.
Coen Farrell:
Here, have a good luck kiss!
It’s time for the camera to cut elsewhere, leaving the young couple alone.
Coen Farrell:
Hi.
He mutters, putting down his phone.
Luna Smith:
Hi.
Luna quips with a half-hearted glance. She recognizes who was sitting there half-way through her sentence.
Luna Smith:
Holly. I need flavoured bottled water in my--wait.
Luna then turns on her heels to fully face the gentleman Coen.
Luna Smith:
I know you.
Coen Farrell:
Huh?
He seems surprised, raising an eyebrow at the former Lockdown Champion. Sure, his popularity is growing, mostly reflected light from Tiffany’s stardom, but being recognized? That always seems odd to him.
Luna Smith:
You followed me recently, which means you have good taste in who’s stuff to follow, retweet, like, etcetera.
She does end her call with Holly abruptly to just check she did have the right person. Once she did a quick check, Luna takes a step to close the distance between them.
Luna Smith:
So you’re probably here to check out my match tonight. The triple threat?
Once again he looks at her quizzically.
Coen Farrell:
I guess… Honestly, no offense Luna, but I’m here for Tiffany. Everything else kinda comes second place for me.
Realizing he sounded a bit harsh, and not wanting to offend her in anyway, he quickly adds.
Coen Farrell:
I’m sorry… Who are you up against?
Luna Smith:
Rhett Adelson and Null.
Coen raises his eyes, racking his brains trying to pair up those names with the respective faces.
Coen Farrell:
I’m not sure who this Rhett dude is, but Null rings a bell.. That’s the guy dressed up like a wolf, ain’t it?
Luna Smith:
It doesn't really matter what either of them wear. I'm more cunning than any wolf, I can pick my spot absolutely perfectly. You'll find out if you pay attention to my match in particular.
Luna says while one of the employees Holly had hired, wearing a Holly's Helper shirt comes by with Luna's special dark green, sparkly wrist tape and begins to tape her wrists up for her. Coen watches the scene finding it rather amusing.
Coen Farrell:
I dunno, I think his mask is pretty cool.
He smiles at Luna.
Coen Farrell:
But sure, I’ll watch your match from here. Tiff has a huge match tonight and I'd rather not disturb or distract her.
Luna Smith:
Yes. We wouldn't want that to happen to Tiff now would we?
Luna says with a lighter, friendly tone while shes observing her wrists. The Holly Helper Employee is sweating like he's performing surgery, desperately trying to not make it too tight on Luna's wrist while not making it too loose either.
Coen Farrell:
Definitely not!
Coen chuckles.
Coen Farrell:
I know how important her career is, especially tonight’s match. She’s going against the MWE champion, it’s kind of a big deal. Can you imagine what it could mean if she beats her again?
There's hardly a noticeable pause as Luna smiles his way.
Luna Smith:
Big, big things for her. Yes. Big, big things…
Luna then adjusts his hoodie with a quick pinch and pull.
Luna Smith:
For her.
It’s clear that this last gesture leaves him confused, maybe even a bit embarrassed. He looks around, a light shade of red lighting up his cheeks.
Coen Farrell:
Uhhhh… Yeah for her… Obviously.
He begins to feel slightly uneasy, moving on his seat, trying to put some distance between them. But there’s nowhere he can go. Luna doesn't exactly create any space for him either.
Luna Smith:
Obviously.
While keeping her eyes on him, with a very unreadable look on her face. An awkward silence follows her words, Coen starting to fidget nervously, tapping his fingers on the crate.
Coen Farrell:
I… Uh…
He stutters, the words just aren’t coming out. Not that he would know what to say anyway.
Holly Helper Employee:
Um. Miss Luna?
One of the employees calls out to Luna and she acknowledges them.
Holly Helper Employee:
Holly says the designer has arrived for your PPV outfit.
Leaving Luna to turn back to Coen.
Luna Smith:
To be continued.
She then heads off towards the employee with all the confidence in the world exuding from her with every step. Coen watches her leaving, finally exhaling after holding his breath for what seemed like an eternity. And good timing too, as the locker-room door creeps open to find the Cloud Gate Champion herself, and Coen’s beloved girlfriend, Tiff Rollins, donning her gear and gearing to go. Oblivious to everything that had just transpired, Tiffany approaches Coen, who shrugs off the entire conversation to retain his full attention to her.
Tiff Rollins:
Alright, I’m good to go.
Coen Farrell:
Y-Yeah…
One last puzzled glance in the direction Luna walked away and then he turns back to Tiffany, the sweetest smile printed on his face.
Coen Farrell:
You look ready to kick ass.
He says, placing his hands on her shoulders.
Coen Farrell:
Not saying you’re gonna need it…
Almost as if he wanted to clear any doubt and close that awkward chapter, Coen leans in, pecking the Cloud Gate Champion on her lips.
Coen Farrell:
Here, have a good luck kiss!
It’s time for the camera to cut elsewhere, leaving the young couple alone.
Triple Threat Match
Luna VS Rhett Adelson VS NullFirst match as a single competitor in Millennium for Null, and it’s not an easy task. Rhett Adelson looked impressive in his MWE debut, despite some obvious ring rust due to the long absence from the active competition, and Luna, despite her ups and downs, is still one no to be taken lightly. The former Lockdown champion opted for a cautious start, leaving Null and Rhett to start the hostilities. The pair immediately set a high pace, with Adelson sending Null against the ropes and the wolf boy bouncing off them with a handspring back elbow, taking the opponent down. Getting back to his feet with a kip up, he hit the ropes once again, this time for a springboard moonsault avoided by Rhett who followed with a running shooting star press for the first near fall of the match. Luna finally decided to make her presence felt, grabbing the California and tossing him out of the ring, focusing her attention on Null, wearing him down with her Krav-Maga based offense, throat strikes and knees to the face that took the masked superstar down. Looking to end this quick, Luna went on the top rope for her Stardom, but Rhett was right on her, climbing to the second rope and throwing Luna on Null with a top rope hurricanrana. For someone who has been used to tag team wrestling for so long, Null seemed to have adapted real fast, fending off the attacks of his opponents and coming very close to the win with a tornado ddt on Luna that forced Rhett to make a desperation dive to save the match. Adelson tried to quickly turn this in his favor, doubling Null over with a kick and planting him with a headlock driver. Fast, but not fast enough as Luna recovered and broke up the pin. The former Lockdown Champion kicked it up in the high gear, using all her strength to fire the one half of The Might Now Thrive in the corner for and irish whip. Rhett tried to use the same move on her, but she was able to reverse if. He rebounded back from the ropes with a clothesline, ducked by Luna who gained some speed and went for one as well. Just like she did, Rhett avoided the move and hit the ropes one more time, bouncing right into a running spanish fly from the Star Of The Night who now charged at Null with a double knee, lifting him over so that he was seating on the top rope and showing him the Dark Side Of Luna ((Cheeky Nando’s kick). By the end of the match, it was only Rhett and Null inside the ring, with Luna laying on the outside after getting dropped by a superkick from the wolf boy while she was attempting to jump back in with a springboard crossbody. Sure, it was a hard blow for the former Lockdown Champion, but enough to keep her out of it for almost five minutes now? Or was she letting them beat each other to a pulp before going back and pick up what was left? Either way, Adelson was picking apart the opponent, pinning him with a leg trap sunset flip powerbomb that couldn’t get any closer to three. Null tried a shy reaction, but Rhett maintained control, and connected with a pele kick. Everything was ready for the Nightfall Special, the Five Star Frog Splash tribute to Chris Night. And the, unsurprisingly, Luna came back in the picture, pushing Rhett down of the turnbuckle and sending him crashing against the barricades outside, before taking his spot on the top rope and connect the Stardom (Sparkle Splash) for a sneaky win. WINNER: Luna BY: Pinfall (Stardom), 11:43 |
Jessi Idol: "The Star Of The Night shines bright in Las Vegas"
Peyton Holland: "You can question her methods, but Luna just secured a big win tonight."
Jessi Idol: "And for the second time in a row, Rhett comes up short after fighting a great match."
Peyton Hollland: "This definitely leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, but he's on the right path, that's for sure."
Peyton Holland: "You can question her methods, but Luna just secured a big win tonight."
Jessi Idol: "And for the second time in a row, Rhett comes up short after fighting a great match."
Peyton Hollland: "This definitely leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, but he's on the right path, that's for sure."
Millennium fades in on Victoria Salinas in the studio and her presence draws a very strong cheer from the crowd as she appears to be happy and confident going into her match later tonight. It’s a different feel and a different environment with the draft having come and gone and with said draft starting her on a different path. But, her composure is definitely on the right track. She doesn’t look as nervous or as worried as before when she was just coming into the company and this confidence comes right out of her as she begins to speak her mind.
Victoria Salinas:
It seems that there’s been a bit of a habit lately when it comes to my run in this company. In recent times… I feel like there are people that have been on this roster that have really grown to doubt me. Before we went on our seasonal break… I had bottomed out so damn low that someone like Charlie Webster got to sneak in a win over me. It was… well… it was humiliating in the sense that I had fallen so far… but it was also humbling in the sense that it took me on a journey that took me right back to the beginning… a beginning that for years I hadn’t focused on too much… and said lack of focus would be a mistake because I had forgotten what made me what I am as a wrestler. Charlie Webster was acting like I was so irrelevant… as if my best days were behind me… that just because I’m 31 years old… that I’ll never be a champion in this business again. My pride was bruised from losing to her I am definitely not going to lie about that… but just before the company break… I had a chance to shut her the hell up. And I did.
Victoria pauses, glaring at the camera with a determination in her eyes that is unrivaled.
Victoria Salinas:
And Charlie Webster? She’s not part of this company anymore. Still, the seasonal break… it gave me some time to refocus and to rediscover what made me what I am. I got rid of some baggage from my personal life that was weighing me down for over a year. I went back to the start to remember every single piece that makes me everything that I am. It was… honestly… the most fulfilling thing I had done with my career in quite some time. I held my own against Bethany Driver… though things STILL weren’t perfect. I KNOW I would have won that match had it not been for Robbie Bourbon. Robbie though… proved to be just the opposite yet exactly the same.
Exactly the same as Charlie as far as being a pain in my ass… trying to make himself better at MY expense… but opposite in how he did it. See… Charlie… she was branding me as something past my prime.
Robbie?
He was branding me as if I was never a god damn thing in this business at all. I hated that it was a handicap match… though this has more to do with my morals than it has anything to do with Bethany… but anything it took for me to SILENCE Robbie “You Can’t Lace My Boots” Bourbon… to shut him up… to prove that I WAS somebody… and that’s exactly what I did. Robbie Bourbon?
Gone! He’s no longer part of this company. But the challenges… they never stop. And gosh, do I have one tonight… no titles at stake… but Duke Andrews… it’s these types of matches that I HAVE to win!
Victoria’s determination turns to anger at this point.
Victoria Salinas:
Because here in MWE… I’ve had TWO opportunities to really take the next step… and neither time I’ve done so. There was the Briefcase tournament where I lost to Kelsey Spencer and it drove my confidence 600 feet under… so far under it might as well have been in hell… and there was my one on one match with Bethany that Robbie decided to ruin. That’s NOT going to happen again and I’m going to make sure of it and speaking of Bethany… we’ve got some unfinished business! Duke Andrews… he may be a champion… he may be a tough challenge… but I took YOU to the limit and again, I KNOW I’d have beaten you had it not been for Robbie’s nonsense and tonight? When I face Duke? That’s exactly what I am going to prove! This match right here… brightest lights, biggest stage situation… and there’s nobody better than me in this situation!
Tonight? In my Millennium brand debut? I’ll make that statement, Bethany!
The crowd continues to support Victoria quite fondly with heavy cheers as the pre-recorded footage fades out.
Victoria Salinas:
It seems that there’s been a bit of a habit lately when it comes to my run in this company. In recent times… I feel like there are people that have been on this roster that have really grown to doubt me. Before we went on our seasonal break… I had bottomed out so damn low that someone like Charlie Webster got to sneak in a win over me. It was… well… it was humiliating in the sense that I had fallen so far… but it was also humbling in the sense that it took me on a journey that took me right back to the beginning… a beginning that for years I hadn’t focused on too much… and said lack of focus would be a mistake because I had forgotten what made me what I am as a wrestler. Charlie Webster was acting like I was so irrelevant… as if my best days were behind me… that just because I’m 31 years old… that I’ll never be a champion in this business again. My pride was bruised from losing to her I am definitely not going to lie about that… but just before the company break… I had a chance to shut her the hell up. And I did.
Victoria pauses, glaring at the camera with a determination in her eyes that is unrivaled.
Victoria Salinas:
And Charlie Webster? She’s not part of this company anymore. Still, the seasonal break… it gave me some time to refocus and to rediscover what made me what I am. I got rid of some baggage from my personal life that was weighing me down for over a year. I went back to the start to remember every single piece that makes me everything that I am. It was… honestly… the most fulfilling thing I had done with my career in quite some time. I held my own against Bethany Driver… though things STILL weren’t perfect. I KNOW I would have won that match had it not been for Robbie Bourbon. Robbie though… proved to be just the opposite yet exactly the same.
Exactly the same as Charlie as far as being a pain in my ass… trying to make himself better at MY expense… but opposite in how he did it. See… Charlie… she was branding me as something past my prime.
Robbie?
He was branding me as if I was never a god damn thing in this business at all. I hated that it was a handicap match… though this has more to do with my morals than it has anything to do with Bethany… but anything it took for me to SILENCE Robbie “You Can’t Lace My Boots” Bourbon… to shut him up… to prove that I WAS somebody… and that’s exactly what I did. Robbie Bourbon?
Gone! He’s no longer part of this company. But the challenges… they never stop. And gosh, do I have one tonight… no titles at stake… but Duke Andrews… it’s these types of matches that I HAVE to win!
Victoria’s determination turns to anger at this point.
Victoria Salinas:
Because here in MWE… I’ve had TWO opportunities to really take the next step… and neither time I’ve done so. There was the Briefcase tournament where I lost to Kelsey Spencer and it drove my confidence 600 feet under… so far under it might as well have been in hell… and there was my one on one match with Bethany that Robbie decided to ruin. That’s NOT going to happen again and I’m going to make sure of it and speaking of Bethany… we’ve got some unfinished business! Duke Andrews… he may be a champion… he may be a tough challenge… but I took YOU to the limit and again, I KNOW I’d have beaten you had it not been for Robbie’s nonsense and tonight? When I face Duke? That’s exactly what I am going to prove! This match right here… brightest lights, biggest stage situation… and there’s nobody better than me in this situation!
Tonight? In my Millennium brand debut? I’ll make that statement, Bethany!
The crowd continues to support Victoria quite fondly with heavy cheers as the pre-recorded footage fades out.
Singles Match
Victoria Salinas VS Duke AndrewsAfter impressing on Riot, Victoria made her debut on the green roster tonight, against none other than the new Lockdown Champion Duke Andrews. Confident as always, Duke told Victoria that he will “send her back to that Riot dump”. Victoria smiled and shook her head, closing Duke’s mouth with a right uppercut. With Duke stunned, Salinas followed with a series of rapid chops, turning his chest a bright shade of red. When she went for an irish whip, Andrews reversed it and waited for her with a clothesline. He quickly picked her up and returned the courtesy with some chops of his own before lifting her with a suplex. The Epitome Of Perfection was showing the Las Vegas fans why he picked a submission match as the stipulation for his Lockdown Championship defenses, showing a great variety of holds to keep the Vainglorious down. Victoria was able to get away from Duke’s grasp, finally starting to put together some offense with a striking combination ended with a spinning heel kick. The following handspring moonsault only kept Duke down for a count of two. Andrews immediately reacted and took back control with a knee to the gut. Four hard uppercuts landed before he fired Victoria in the corner, charging at her with a clothesline. Up and over Victoria went, leaping over his head and landing behind him, rolling up to her feet. Duke impacted hard against the turnbuckle, and just when he was shaking himself off the momentary stun, Salinas jumped at him with both knees on his back, pushing him again against the turnbuckle and quickly rolling him over. Once again Duke kicked out. Salinas then climbed to the top rope, and jumped at him with a frog splash, missing the target as Duke moved out of the way. Relentlessly, the Lockdown Champion kicked the downed opponent on the ribs every time she started pulling herself up, almost playing with her. Eventually, he lifted her up and dropped her on her knee with a rib breaker. As the time went by, Andrew’s confidence kept growing. He became cocky, underestimating the opponent thinking he had her number already. And as often happens, he paid for it. He was pulling Victoria up by her hair, mocking her and the fans with that grin on his face, and Salinas punched him in the stomach, with little to none effect. Duke shook his head and, with his free hand, disrespectfully slapped her across the face. Another punch, stronger than the first. And a third one that finally had the desired effect, causing Duke to cough and losing the grip on her hair. The crowd came alive as Victoria furiously reacted to the abuses and insults he pulled her through, landing some hard kicks to the sides chops to the chest, all leading to a jumping knee that took the champ down. She didn’t go for the cover, waiting for him to start pulling himself up to knock his lights out with a chick kick. Now she went for the pin, but Andrews kicked out in two. The Vainglorious one had the match in her pocket, everything suggesting that she would have walked out as a winner. But Duke has proved oh so many times in the past that he’s not one to be trusted, always ready to break the rules and pull some shenanigans. And this time was no different, as he pulled the referee by his shirt and put him in the trajectory of Victoria’s busaiku knee. She slowed down, trying to avoid the impact, but it was too late for that. And while she was apologizing with the ref, trying to help him come back to senses, Duke had already left the ring and came back in wielding a steel chair, smashing it across Victoria’s back. reinforcing his statement with an Andrews Effect (One Winged Angel) on the chair. As if nothing happened, he kicked the chair out of sight, shaking the referee and making the cover. The count was extremely slow, but it still reached the three without Victoria being able to kick out. WINNER: Duke Andrews BY: Pinfall (Andrews Effect), 12:28 |
Jessi Idol: "Not like this!"
Peyton Holland: "Well, I would lie if I say I'm shocked. This is Duke Andrews, your Lockdown Champion"
Jessi Idol: "He already proved he will do literally everything to win a match."
Peyton Holland: "And that's what makes him dangerous."
Peyton Holland: "Well, I would lie if I say I'm shocked. This is Duke Andrews, your Lockdown Champion"
Jessi Idol: "He already proved he will do literally everything to win a match."
Peyton Holland: "And that's what makes him dangerous."
American Monster by Everclear plays as Hammerstein steps out onto the ramp, holding up The Chicago Way Title in the air. His manager, Reese Kennedy, follows behind him, extolling the greatness of his client.The Champion walks down the ramp with the belt over his shoulder, boasting of his victory to the fans. Hammerstein steps onto the apron and wipes his feet before stepping through the ropes that Kennedy is holding open. The American Monster walks to the center of the ring and holds the belt up over his head. Kennedy applauds as the crowd gives his client a mixed, though mostly negative response. Reese walks over to the ropes, motioning for the microphone.
Reese Kennedy:
So Millennium Wrestling Enterprises has finally opened its eyes from its sleep, only to be slapped in the face with the reality that their hardcore division, their land of "outlaws" has been ransacked, pillaged, and plundered by the last TRUE outlaw in this sport, YOUR Chicago Way Champion, The American Monster, Jacob Hammerstein!
The crowd boos the pair as Kennedy hands the microphone to Hammerstein. The American Monster smirks and shakes his head.
Jacob Hammerstein:
Ya know, I'm not the type of guy to say I told you so, but….
What the hell am I sayin'?
I'm exactly the type of guy to say I told you so.
I told all you idiots that I was gonna win this belt.
Hammerstein holds the belt up over his head for effect.
Jacob Hammerstein:
But you didn't believe me.
You thought for sure one of these wannabe badasses would win it, but not The Hammer.
Hammerstein looks at Kennedy, who simply shrugs his shoulders.
Jacob Hammerstein:
I've made a goddamn career outta provin' you all wrong.
And I outdid myself when I won The Chicago Way Title.
I mean, damn, in one night…..in one match, I took out half the competition. That's somethin' not even Capone and his crew could do.
And I'm just gettin started. I would ask 'Who's next?' but I think a more apt question is 'Whos left?'
The silence that fills the arena brings something of a smirk to the face of Hammerstein and Kennedy. But it’s a silence that is short-lived. The sound of “Black Rose” by Volbeat featuring Danko Jones beginning to play over the PA system. The fans erupt into a round of cheers as Kenzie Garrett skips her way onto the stage, her arms behind her back and a little sway to her head. She plants her hand along her eyebrows, scanning the arena, seemingly for more competitors. A campy shrug following as she pulls a mic from the waist of her black skinny cut jeans, signaling with a hand for the music to end.
Kenzie Garrett:
I’m sorry. Could you please cut the music?
A smile practically laden in sugar follows, her soft doe eyes batting. Her wish is soon granted, as she begins to make her way down the ramp.
Kenzie Garrett:
You’ll have to forgive my interruption, boys. But, y’know, it seems like you were throwing out an open challenge, and I think it’s just rude to leave any kinds of questions unanswered. Especially when you’ve got such a bright, shiny toy there, bub!
Kenzie said, standing along the outer apron of the ring. Taking a moment to rise to her tiptoes and peer over the top rope, glancing at the Chicago Way Championship with a grin plastered on her face. Bending into the ring under the second rope, she approaches with little caution, even to a man who stands over a full foot taller than her and more than twice her weight. Looking up with a confident smile, she gestures to herself.
Kenzie Garrett:
If you’re looking for a fight, though? I think you’ve found someone to bring it to ya’!
Kennedy interrupts Kenzie.
Reese Kennedy:
I'm sorry. Who are you?
The cheap remark makes Kenzie roll her eyes and brings the fans to a loud jeer. Snapping her head in his direction.
Kenzie Garrett:
I’d expect a generic question like that from someone who voluntarily chooses to represent the guy who looks like all the default options in any wrestling game’s create-a-character screen…
Dismissively rolling her eyes, she put her focus back where it belonged: on Hammerstein, and the Chicago Way Championship.
Kenzie Garrett:
But hey, big guy… I don’t blame you for needing a refresher. It’s been a minute. So, let me introduce myself. My name is Kenzie Garrett. Hi. How are ya? I’m the woman who’s name led the marquee in Montreal for the match that marked that championship title’s inception! You all remember the match, right? The one where that human dumpster fire, Annie Zellor, waltzed in here and won as a ‘surprise’ because her name on a poster would turn buyers away? That’s the one. The same Kenzie Garrett who in just a little over a year has become somehow both synonymous with Hardcore… and left off of this Homecoming tour tonight? And if you’re going to open the door for me to rectify both of those mistakes, I’m sure as hell gonna walk through it! So, the ball’s in your court, big boy. You want this fight, or are you all talk?
Hammerstein's expression goes from cocky to angry.
Jacob Hammerstein:
Lemme tell you somethin', and I'm gonna try not to hurt your fragile little feelins'.
You talk about becomin' a hardcore wrestler. Like it's somethin' you can learn.
You don't fuckin' become a hardcore wrestler. You're born with it in your DNA. I was born a hardcore fighter.
Hammerstein looks at Kenzie, an arrogant smile on his face.
Jacob Hammerstein:
And, unfortunately for you, it's not sexually transmitted, either.
“Oooh!” The crowd gasps in surprise. Kenzie’s hand on her hip, a little nod following. Licking her chops and clutching at her jaw with her hand.
Kenzie Garrett:
The sale tag is still on that one, Hammerhead, it was so cheap. Guess while we’re on the subject of things sexually transmitted, I must have been absent the day that our health class teachers taught us about all those chair-swinging, barbed wire-eating newborns that come out of the womb, huh?
She sneered. Closing the distance between the two as best she could, even if it meant standing on her tiptoes to do so.
Kenzie Garrett:
I’ll give you this… I didn’t do things ‘conventionally.’ It’s not really my style. But, unlike you? At least no one can say that I’m ever boring… and if you want to cut me down to size for my transgressions? That’s fine. It doesn’t change a goddamn thing. You’re the guy who likes to talk. It’s easy to talk about wanting a fight. You got one now… and you’re saying just about everything but I accept. A whole head and shoulders taller than me, and you’re being a coward? Having your puppet here come off of your forearm for once and do your dance for you? You’re pathetic. You do not deserve that. You may have forgotten who I am. You may have forgotten why my name was the FIRST amongst those to be the Chicago Way Champ… but, I’ve got all the time in the world to remind you.
A callous smile forms on her face as she glances to the fuming champion. Dropping the mic, she plants her now free hand onto the title’s center plate. Her hand patting the title a few times before backing away from him and motioning to the title around her waist, following up with a single middle finger to the pair.
Reese Kennedy:
So Millennium Wrestling Enterprises has finally opened its eyes from its sleep, only to be slapped in the face with the reality that their hardcore division, their land of "outlaws" has been ransacked, pillaged, and plundered by the last TRUE outlaw in this sport, YOUR Chicago Way Champion, The American Monster, Jacob Hammerstein!
The crowd boos the pair as Kennedy hands the microphone to Hammerstein. The American Monster smirks and shakes his head.
Jacob Hammerstein:
Ya know, I'm not the type of guy to say I told you so, but….
What the hell am I sayin'?
I'm exactly the type of guy to say I told you so.
I told all you idiots that I was gonna win this belt.
Hammerstein holds the belt up over his head for effect.
Jacob Hammerstein:
But you didn't believe me.
You thought for sure one of these wannabe badasses would win it, but not The Hammer.
Hammerstein looks at Kennedy, who simply shrugs his shoulders.
Jacob Hammerstein:
I've made a goddamn career outta provin' you all wrong.
And I outdid myself when I won The Chicago Way Title.
I mean, damn, in one night…..in one match, I took out half the competition. That's somethin' not even Capone and his crew could do.
And I'm just gettin started. I would ask 'Who's next?' but I think a more apt question is 'Whos left?'
The silence that fills the arena brings something of a smirk to the face of Hammerstein and Kennedy. But it’s a silence that is short-lived. The sound of “Black Rose” by Volbeat featuring Danko Jones beginning to play over the PA system. The fans erupt into a round of cheers as Kenzie Garrett skips her way onto the stage, her arms behind her back and a little sway to her head. She plants her hand along her eyebrows, scanning the arena, seemingly for more competitors. A campy shrug following as she pulls a mic from the waist of her black skinny cut jeans, signaling with a hand for the music to end.
Kenzie Garrett:
I’m sorry. Could you please cut the music?
A smile practically laden in sugar follows, her soft doe eyes batting. Her wish is soon granted, as she begins to make her way down the ramp.
Kenzie Garrett:
You’ll have to forgive my interruption, boys. But, y’know, it seems like you were throwing out an open challenge, and I think it’s just rude to leave any kinds of questions unanswered. Especially when you’ve got such a bright, shiny toy there, bub!
Kenzie said, standing along the outer apron of the ring. Taking a moment to rise to her tiptoes and peer over the top rope, glancing at the Chicago Way Championship with a grin plastered on her face. Bending into the ring under the second rope, she approaches with little caution, even to a man who stands over a full foot taller than her and more than twice her weight. Looking up with a confident smile, she gestures to herself.
Kenzie Garrett:
If you’re looking for a fight, though? I think you’ve found someone to bring it to ya’!
Kennedy interrupts Kenzie.
Reese Kennedy:
I'm sorry. Who are you?
The cheap remark makes Kenzie roll her eyes and brings the fans to a loud jeer. Snapping her head in his direction.
Kenzie Garrett:
I’d expect a generic question like that from someone who voluntarily chooses to represent the guy who looks like all the default options in any wrestling game’s create-a-character screen…
Dismissively rolling her eyes, she put her focus back where it belonged: on Hammerstein, and the Chicago Way Championship.
Kenzie Garrett:
But hey, big guy… I don’t blame you for needing a refresher. It’s been a minute. So, let me introduce myself. My name is Kenzie Garrett. Hi. How are ya? I’m the woman who’s name led the marquee in Montreal for the match that marked that championship title’s inception! You all remember the match, right? The one where that human dumpster fire, Annie Zellor, waltzed in here and won as a ‘surprise’ because her name on a poster would turn buyers away? That’s the one. The same Kenzie Garrett who in just a little over a year has become somehow both synonymous with Hardcore… and left off of this Homecoming tour tonight? And if you’re going to open the door for me to rectify both of those mistakes, I’m sure as hell gonna walk through it! So, the ball’s in your court, big boy. You want this fight, or are you all talk?
Hammerstein's expression goes from cocky to angry.
Jacob Hammerstein:
Lemme tell you somethin', and I'm gonna try not to hurt your fragile little feelins'.
You talk about becomin' a hardcore wrestler. Like it's somethin' you can learn.
You don't fuckin' become a hardcore wrestler. You're born with it in your DNA. I was born a hardcore fighter.
Hammerstein looks at Kenzie, an arrogant smile on his face.
Jacob Hammerstein:
And, unfortunately for you, it's not sexually transmitted, either.
“Oooh!” The crowd gasps in surprise. Kenzie’s hand on her hip, a little nod following. Licking her chops and clutching at her jaw with her hand.
Kenzie Garrett:
The sale tag is still on that one, Hammerhead, it was so cheap. Guess while we’re on the subject of things sexually transmitted, I must have been absent the day that our health class teachers taught us about all those chair-swinging, barbed wire-eating newborns that come out of the womb, huh?
She sneered. Closing the distance between the two as best she could, even if it meant standing on her tiptoes to do so.
Kenzie Garrett:
I’ll give you this… I didn’t do things ‘conventionally.’ It’s not really my style. But, unlike you? At least no one can say that I’m ever boring… and if you want to cut me down to size for my transgressions? That’s fine. It doesn’t change a goddamn thing. You’re the guy who likes to talk. It’s easy to talk about wanting a fight. You got one now… and you’re saying just about everything but I accept. A whole head and shoulders taller than me, and you’re being a coward? Having your puppet here come off of your forearm for once and do your dance for you? You’re pathetic. You do not deserve that. You may have forgotten who I am. You may have forgotten why my name was the FIRST amongst those to be the Chicago Way Champ… but, I’ve got all the time in the world to remind you.
A callous smile forms on her face as she glances to the fuming champion. Dropping the mic, she plants her now free hand onto the title’s center plate. Her hand patting the title a few times before backing away from him and motioning to the title around her waist, following up with a single middle finger to the pair.
Singles Match
Chris Constantine Junior VS Bethany DriverThe match starts off with Chris urging Bethany to advance forward, but she's understandably skeptical. He offers a test of strength and Bethany rolls her eyes at his obvious advantage. Chris blindsides her with a kick to the stomach and delivers a clubbing blow to the back followed by throwing her almost effortlessly with a suplex throw. Chris hits the ropes and delivers a flying knee, immediately going into the cover only for Bethany to kick out at one. Chris transitions into Dragon Sleeper, keeping Bethany grounded as he drives a knee into her spine. Bethany makes her way to the ropes and Chris refuses to release the hold. The referee counts to four before Chris releases at the last possible second. He drags Bethany out of the ropes and she drives a boot into his face. Chris stumbles backwards and then walks right into a kip up hurricanrana from Bethany. She meets him with a flurry of forearm strikes, backing him into the ropes. Chris reverses a whip and lowers his head a second too soon which allows Bethany to grab him around the neck and drag him into a bulldog. She shoves him onto his back but he quickly kicks out. Bethany grabs him around the neck in a front facelock but he shoves her off and backs into the ropes, screaming for the referee to get her off. Chris charges out with a clothesline but Bethany ducks it. She throws him over with a snapmare and hits the ropes for a sliding dropkick to the face. Another cover sees Chris kick out before the three and he's back into the ropes, complaining to the referee that she won't stay back. Bethany begins to get frustrated and Chris goes behind the referee's back to hit the thumb to her eye. As the referee tries to check on the temporarily blinded Bethany, Chris refuses to relent. He scores with a boxing combination and completes his assault with a meathook clothesline. Chris makes the cover, counting with the referee but Bethany kicks out just before three. Chris shows the referee how to count before picking Bethany up and looking to go for a knife edge chop but she counters and shoves Chris back and he rebounds off the ropes into a dropkick. Bethany scores with a series of dropkicks, each one taking him off his feet just as he gets back up. He finally rolls into the ropes and complains to the referee about the blatant cheating. Bethany follows him into the ropes, which proves to be a huge mistake when he snaps her throat across the top cord. Chris races to the top rope and flies, going for an elbow drop! But it finds nothing but canvas when Bethany rolls aside. She flips into a cradle pin attempt but Chris is able to fight off his shoulders at the count of two. Bethany locks in a quick sleeper hold, trying to slow the pace of the match and catch her breath but Chris has too much power, fighting up to his feet and running her backwards into the corner. He delivers a series of back elbows and sits her on the top rope before following after. Bethany hits a forearm shot to the midsection and shoves him backwards but Chris lands on his feet. He races in and Bethany drives a boot into his face. She grabs the ropes and throws her legs around his neck before swinging out with a hurricanrana but Chris holds on. He swings her back around, crashing her head into the middle turnbuckle and dropping her carelessly in the corner. The referee tries to check on her but Chris screams that she's fine and drags her into the middle of the ring for a cover. Bethany just kicks out at two and Chris can't believe it. He stacks her up and tries it again but still Bethany is able to fight off her shoulders just before the three count. Chris drags Bethany up and nails her with a snap DDT. He goes up the top ropes again but Bethany senses this and rolls out of range. Chris climbs down to the outside, shaking his head as he grabs up a chair from ringside and heads into the ring with it. The referee confronts him and they have a fight over the chair before Chris wins out the tug of war. Bethany pulls herself up in the corner. Chris charges with the chair and Bethany ducks at the last possible second. The chair clangs off the top turnbuckle and Chris drops it, shaking his hands. Bethany scales the turnbuckle and flies with a crossbody that she turns into a pin! The referee counts to two but Constantine counters it in a pin of his own and he’s holding onto Bethany’s tights!!! The referee counts to three and Chris picks up the win and rolls of the ring quickly. Bethany is frustrated and tells the referee that Chris had her tights. Constantine was all smiles on the outside of the ring as he celebrated his victory. WINNER: Chris Constantine Junior BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 11:09 |
Peyton Holland: "CCJ steals another one!"
Jessi Idol: "Oh come on! What's with everyone tonight?"
Peyton Holland: "New management Jessi. Everyone wants to make a good impression. Some picks the high road, others have no qualms in taking all the shortcuts."
Jessi Idol: "Beth is furious, and rightfully so!"
Peyton Holland: "Losing like this? Yeah it stings."
Jessi Idol: "Oh come on! What's with everyone tonight?"
Peyton Holland: "New management Jessi. Everyone wants to make a good impression. Some picks the high road, others have no qualms in taking all the shortcuts."
Jessi Idol: "Beth is furious, and rightfully so!"
Peyton Holland: "Losing like this? Yeah it stings."
As the camera crew cut the feed from the last match to the commentary table, Jessi Idol and Peyton Holland were busily discussing the last matchup, it’s positives and flaws, and what the result meant in the longer scheme of things. As they tried to move on from this, they turned their heads slightly, hearing a commotion coming from the crowd. As the pair of Holland and Idol paused, they gasped, letting out a short shriek as they staggered back. The flapping that came before it was intense, and the pair rolled back in their seats as a raven landed upon the commentary table. They dropped their headsets, eyes wide at the sight of the black winged bird, as silent as the night. As they wondered what the hell was going on, the lights slowly began to dim, and the phone lights danced like little flames amongst the crowd,
As the lights went to black, there was silence from the commentators, who were already startled enough by the appearance of the same raven that had plagued the audiences for the two shows. But that sound was soon drowned out by the repetitive, electronic bass drum that thundered out from the P.A. System. The crowd looked around, dumbfounded as strobe lights went off from the entrance way, cutting through the darkness of the T-Mobile Arena. As the sound of angels crying echoed around the arena, the bass kicked in heavier and a silhouette was seen in the entrance way, like a shadow creeping through the clouds of vapour that emitted from it. “Give me...Release. Witness me” came the feminine vocals as the winged shadow stepped forward. “I am… Outside. Give me peace”. The raven flew up from the commentary table, startling everyone as it flew directly to the figure in the fog, perching upon their shoulder as the trance\metal cover of ‘Silence’ by Sarah McLachlan kicked into high gear, and the raven masked figure made their way down to the ring, seemingly gliding on thin air.
“In this white wave, I am sinking, In this silence! In this white wave, In this silence, I believe!” rang out the song, as the black suited Raven waltzed out in an entrance that would live long in the memory of those in attendance, her black wings seemingly flapping as she strutted around the ring. Her eyes cast at all those in the front row, pacing around the ring as if she was trying to lock her green and blues on each and every person in attendance. As she paused by the steps, she let out a Banshee like scream, so loud and haunting that even those in the upper rows had a chill when she let it out. Hopping into the ring, she outstretched her arms, welcoming in the stunned reaction. Some were silent like her song suggested, others cheered the star who was once beloved throughout the industry, and others were wary after a barbaric outburst that plagued her last in ring performance in the Underground. As the lights began to come back on, she dived from the ring, pausing in front of the commentators table. She was truly both a beautiful and terrifying sight, dressed in her new ring gear, long tights made to look like they were made of midnight raven feathers, coupled with an all in one sleeveless top made with the same material and design, and a ringmaster’s jacket, black as well with tearings of crimson and bone white.
As she stood before the commentary team, she pulled off the glove on her right hand, glaring through the mask that covered the upper half of her face. She took a step forward, her dark cherry lips curling up into an inviting smile as she suddenly jerked forward, extending her hand to Jessi in the most ladylike fashion. Idol was a little surprised, but extended her own and shook Starling’s hand, sharing minor pleasantries with the Raven. Ana then took a very dainty step towards Peyton, smiling brighter than ever as she leant over to shake the seated commentators hand. But Peyton didn’t budge, remaining seated as she blinked, looking stunned at the appearance of the seemingly former Songbird. An awkward moment passed as the crowd watched on, before Ana mimed being sad, rubbing her eyes as she began skipping away childishly, the bird on her shoulder flying off again. But she halted, making a quick turn to the front row, spotting Skylar Rayner standing there with a stunned look upon her face. Anastasia smiled at her friend warmly, before her eyes cast to the little figure by her side.
Anastasia Starling:
Well, hello there little lady. Pleased to meet you! My name is Ana, but you can call me Birdie.
She said, crouching down to the child’s height, said child being Harper, Peyton Holland’s daughter. She shared some whispers with the little girl, Skylar watching on stunned, as Ana began to take off those wings from her back, showing that they merely slipped on and could be worn. She folded them up, and on her knees handed them to the little girl, whose eyes grew wide and her mouth was agape.
Anastasia Starling:
These are for you little lady. For keeps. I mean it.
Harper outstretched her arms as Starling laid the lightweight wings in them, Peyton standing up dumbfounded by what was occurring, Starling, looking like a creature from the night, handing over the wings to the over excited child. Ana cast her eyes to her friend Skylar again as she uttered.
Anastasia Starling:
Enjoy the show.
She suddenly pulled out a giant, aerobatic backflip, catching so much air she landed perfectly upon the ring apron, startling everyone as she left her turn to the very last minute, looking like she would snap her neck upon the ring. She grinned wildly, before vaulting into the ring, making a shrill alarm call, circling her arm around her head like a halo as her raven, Alexa, began circling around the ring in an astonishing sight.
Anastasia Starling:
Ladies, Gentlemen and Members of the Jury…
Came that cry again as she was tossed a microphone, gaining a mixed reaction from the audience. She stood frozen still, only one hand held up, as the other seemed to play with a golden chain that hung around her neck, but was tucked into her ring gear. Her eyes cast left and right, as if staring holes in the crowd as silence was given without her even uttering another word.
Anastasia Starling:
I came here, to MWE only a few days ago to say there was a change in the air. Within this company, with the new faces flying in after the break, with new attitudes soaring over social media, and new mind sights diving in from the highest of heights. And it is not just here, it is everywhere, everywhere in the industry as the sport soars once again, hands raising to places in the sky that it has never reached before.
She paused, eyes casting around as she began to pace the ring, her speed wild and frantic as her hand motions, the bird circling overhead, keeping pace.
Anastasia Starling:
But to beg, plead and obey change… You need to acknowledge your past, you need to recognise what has come before you and what you have done, what you have dreamed and what actions you have taken, and the consequences those actions will have on you.
She paused again, staring out into the front row, zipping left and right as she spoke sweetly, but coupled with power and a dose of venom, looking to see a reaction from those she cast her heterochromia afflicted eyes upon.
Anastasia Starling:
Once upon a time, I was the darling. The pretty little songbird who turned matches into symphonies, who chased dreams and would never let the hateful, disdainful words of those in the business put her down. I kept getting back up, time and time again no matter the cost, no matter the tragedy, no matter the heartbreak. And I fought, and I fought and I fought… Dancing on my own while a sad, sad song played out on a violin.
She moved around a little more, an innocent little spring in her step, despite the horror movie outfit.
Anastasia Starling:
But that is not going to bring change. And it has taken me so long to work that out. A brave smile and a positive attitude is simply not enough, and while it draws praise, it doesn’t yield the results. All you get is a second, a moment, maybe a few short hours of everything you ever wanted, but everything you ever wanted doesn’t mean nothing if the world around you doesn’t change. I’ve been beaten, laughed at, cursed, lied to, left in a coma. betrayed, looked into the eyes of those who could not be anything but who they could be and found a different person. I’ve reached out to those I have never reached out to before, only to have my hand cut off, and left my trust in my heart only to have it yanked out and laid at the feet of the trash of the world as a trophy.
She let out with conviction, her eyes casting down as she pointed to the floor, the audience, staff and commentators looking on in interest.
Anastasia Starling:
And I have had over seventy thousand people scream out every nightmare I have ever had, while the knife plunged in my back and twisted at the moment I thought I could fight it. Because… Because… Because I am a monster…But there is a monster living inside me, there is a monster living inside you, and inside you… and you… and you.
She began pointing to each and every person in the front rows, singling them all out individually, pacing around the ring like a feral animal as she made each and everyone of them pay attention.
Anastasia Starling:
And there is a little monster inside you too. Teeny tiny one.
She said, in the softest and sweetest voice, pointing towards the young girl Harper, who was giggling now, wearing the wings that she had been given earlier on.
Anastasia Starling:
There is a monster living inside all of us, and it doesn’t mean you are horrifying, it doesn’t mean you are grotesque, it doesn’t mean you are disgusting. It just means that you, and you, and you have the ability to pull out that monstrous side of you and change every single thing around you to make the world a better place. And if you have to go to lengths never before seen, then you go out and you go to them. Have hope. Be a monster. Change the whole world.
She said with an outstretched arm, her voice true and powerful as many of those listening letting out a cheer, some of them were screaming monster and each time they did, she clenched her fist and lowered her head furthered
Anastasia Starling:
Some of you may have called out for a Riot, wore orange and screamed for the Raven. But the Raven is only the mask I wear, it is not what is inside of my heart. And in-- and in--
She gripped the ropes, pulling the microphone away from her mouth as she seemed to shake, a few tears dripping from her mask as her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself. She pushed back, moving towards the centre of the ring as she looked up to the rafters, then the front row near commentary and back again.
Anastasia Starling:
And inside of my heart is a MONSTER just waiting to break out and make it all better again!!
She SCREAMED at the top of her powerful lungs, clearly sobbing as she let her emotions spill out in front of the thousands. Until, with eyes closed, she made her decision.
Anastasia Starling:
And you wanted this… You wanted this… Because I am a Monster.... And I am a Monster for the Millennium!
She dropped the microphone, unable to look at anyone as she literally vaulted from the ring, landing perfectly upon her feet before she stormed out of the arena, her fists clenched as the audience let out a mammoth cheer, many of them still screaming ‘Monster’ as she left, Ana clicking her fingers as the raven landed on her shoulder once again.
Tag Team Match
Jetpack VS The Steeles
Kate Steele and Penny started the match for the respective teams. It’s not the first dance between Jetpack and the Steeles, and the records show that not once Kate and her husband Teddy came out on top. Determined to change the trend, Kate started off with a dropkick, pushing Kaplan into her corner. Jet was ready to make the tag but the Penny shook her head, walking back to the center of the ring and locked up with the opponent, easily moving behind her and lifting her for a released belly to back. Steele landed on her feet and caught the former tag team champion with a jumping enziguri, leaving her groggy in the middle of the ring. Hitting the ropes, Kate came at her for a wheelbarrow bulldog that was turned into a high angle german suplex by PenPen. Teddy made the tag to her wife, hopping over the top rope and into the ring where he started dancing around Penny, who stared at him with a perplexed look. When she finally decided to take her shot and stop Teddy with a straight right hand, dodged by Steele with a split, to which he followed with a punch to the stomach that doubled over a surprised Kaplan. Teddy then planted her with something that resembled a fisherman DDT and attempted a first cover, only getting a two. Things took a whole different turn when Jet entered the ring. The pace of the match picked up sensibly, Blanchard being too fast for Teddy who was suffering the change of pace, finding himself more than often with his ass on the mat courtesy of Jet’s acrobatic moves. A tornado ddt, in particular, required Kate’s intervention to keep the match alive. After breaking up the pinning predicament, she knocked down Jet with a superkick before being pushed back into her corner by the referee, hoping that this would’ve bought Teddy enough time to reach her and make the tag. Steele started crawling toward her, with more than half of the ring ro cover. Jet was much closer to his partner and easily made the tag, allowing Penny to get back into the ring. She rushed in and blocked Teddy, grabbing his leg. He made it back to his feet, or foot in this case, swinging and missing with a couple of punches to Kaplan who was still holding him by the leg. His third attempt, an enziguri kick, caught her on the temple, giving him his best opportunity to tag himself out. And he didn’t waste it. Kate Steele seemed to be able to shift the momentum in her team’s favor, but after the near fall she obtained with a single knee facebuster, she got caught by Penny with a front kick, quickly followed by the Penelope Code (Running Corckscrew Neckbreaker) that found Teddy ready to make the save. Jet entered the ring as well, getting rid of Kate’s husband taking him down with a headscissors and dropping him over the top rope with a clothesline. Joining his partner, they sent Kate against the ropes. He lifted her for a flapjack into Penny’s codebreaker, but even the combined attack wasn’t enough for them to win. It was all downhill from there for the former tag team champions, who did what they do best. Quick tags and a lot of tag team moves, each and every one of them edging them one step closer to the win. Until it was time for the Lift Kit (springboard lariat/spinning elbow drop combination) that sealed the deal, bringing Jetpack back on track after the recent losses. WINNER: Jetpack BY: Pinfall (Lift Kit), 9:28 |
Jessi Idol: "JETPACK 4 EVAH!"
Peyton Holland: "Yeah."
Jessi Idol: "Pey... Are you ok?"
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, sure... Sorry I was just distracted. Big win for the former tag champs tonight."
Jessi Idol: "Are you sure everything is fine?"
Peyton Holland: "Yes. Let's just go on with the show, shall we?"
Peyton Holland: "Yeah."
Jessi Idol: "Pey... Are you ok?"
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, sure... Sorry I was just distracted. Big win for the former tag champs tonight."
Jessi Idol: "Are you sure everything is fine?"
Peyton Holland: "Yes. Let's just go on with the show, shall we?"
Millennium returns from a commercial break as we are taken inside a dark locker room. A dim red light shines down from the ceiling to display a figure of a woman who sits in the middle of the room in a steel chair looking down at the ground. After a few moments of silence, she begins to speak.
Bobbi Jackson:
I told myself earlier this year that I was done taking no for an answer. That in order to achieve my dreams and get what I want I needed to stop waiting for things to happen and take things into my own hands...To take action...
Bobbi raises her head as she places her elbows on her knees and crosses her arms while she continues to speak.
Bobbi Jackson:
So here I am at Millennium. The mecca of professional wrestling. But why? Why did I finally decide to join after all this time? The answer is quite simple...
Bobbi leans in a hint further toward the camera.
Bobbi Jackson:
It was because of you Melissa Reeves. You simply left me no other choice...But please, allow me to explain...
Bobbi sighs a bit as she leans back in the chair.
Bobbi Jackson:
I told myself earlier this year that I was done taking no for an answer. That in order to achieve my dreams and get what I want I needed to stop waiting for things to happen and take things into my own hands...To take action...
Bobbi raises her head as she places her elbows on her knees and crosses her arms while she continues to speak.
Bobbi Jackson:
So here I am at Millennium. The mecca of professional wrestling. But why? Why did I finally decide to join after all this time? The answer is quite simple...
Bobbi leans in a hint further toward the camera.
Bobbi Jackson:
It was because of you Melissa Reeves. You simply left me no other choice...But please, allow me to explain...
Bobbi sighs a bit as she leans back in the chair.
Bobbi Jackson
:
I've been watching you for years, Reeves. Admiring you from afar, I often thought to myself. Someday...we're gonna stand across from one another inside that ring, and it's going to be incredible. I would often close my eyes and envision it...
The blonde states while closing her eyes.
Bobbi Jackson:
I can see it now in fact, the two of us having an absolute war. Hands down, one of the greatest matches of my career. It is absolutely everything I hoped it would be, and when it's over and the bell sounds. My soul finally finds its peace.
The Phoenix opens her eyes again looking intently into the camera.
Bobbi Jackson:
Because at the end of the day I wanted to...no...scratch that...I NEEDED to know who the better woman was.
Bobbi slowly rises up out of the chair and begins to pace a bit.
Bobbi Jackson:
Then about a month ago. I actually thought it was going to happen. I thought the two of us were going to face one another at a pro wrestling super show. But one thing led to another and things fell through. I won't lie, I was extremely disappointed. I was frustrated. I couldn't believe that I was THIS close to my dream match only for it to fall right through my fingers.
Bobbi stops and faces the camera as she shows her hands. She smirks a bit.
Bobbi Jackson:
But then I saw what you were doing in Millennium. I saw a different side of you Reeves. A side that I never knew existed. A side that was so desperate to win at any cost that you would cast aside everything you used to stand for to claim the ultimate prize, the MWE World Championship...Bravo Melissa, was it worth it? I hope that it was because your actions have brought me here to Millennium to have my dream match against you inside that ring...and it WILL happen...but...
Bobbi raises a finger stopping the train of thought before sitting back down in the chair.
Bobbi Jackson:
All in due time. You see Melissa I'm not here to jump the line. I'm not here to have anything handed to me. I'm here to earn my way up the ladder of one of the greatest professional wrestling companies on the planet one opponent at a time. To challenge myself against the best in the world until the powers that be see no other course of action than to give me what I want. A match against you.
The Phoenix takes a couple slow, deep breaths while she grins almost evilly. Trying her best to remain calm.
Bobbi Jackson:
It all starts tonight, against a monster of a man named Redd Thunder. The man who no-sold death. You have to admit, he's quite the specimen. Extremely impressive. But I've fought men like you before Redd and I'm sure after tonight I will again. It's part of this crazy business we all love...
The blonde chuckles a bit as she cracks her knuckles.
Bobbi Jackson:
Don't get me wrong Redd, I don't have anything against you. But you're my first match here in Millennium and you're simply standing in my way. You might think you're prepared for me but I've spent fourteen years of my life to get to this point. You have no idea what I'm capable of...
Bobbi once again looks down at the ground, much like she was when the camera started rolling, to begin with.
Bobbi Jackson:
You might have cheated death, but you won't survive this Trial by Fire.
The Phoenix once again rises from her seat as she walks out of the view of the camera. You can hear the door to the locker room opening as some bright light shines in as she departs and slams the door behind her as Millennium returns to ringside for the next match.
:
I've been watching you for years, Reeves. Admiring you from afar, I often thought to myself. Someday...we're gonna stand across from one another inside that ring, and it's going to be incredible. I would often close my eyes and envision it...
The blonde states while closing her eyes.
Bobbi Jackson:
I can see it now in fact, the two of us having an absolute war. Hands down, one of the greatest matches of my career. It is absolutely everything I hoped it would be, and when it's over and the bell sounds. My soul finally finds its peace.
The Phoenix opens her eyes again looking intently into the camera.
Bobbi Jackson:
Because at the end of the day I wanted to...no...scratch that...I NEEDED to know who the better woman was.
Bobbi slowly rises up out of the chair and begins to pace a bit.
Bobbi Jackson:
Then about a month ago. I actually thought it was going to happen. I thought the two of us were going to face one another at a pro wrestling super show. But one thing led to another and things fell through. I won't lie, I was extremely disappointed. I was frustrated. I couldn't believe that I was THIS close to my dream match only for it to fall right through my fingers.
Bobbi stops and faces the camera as she shows her hands. She smirks a bit.
Bobbi Jackson:
But then I saw what you were doing in Millennium. I saw a different side of you Reeves. A side that I never knew existed. A side that was so desperate to win at any cost that you would cast aside everything you used to stand for to claim the ultimate prize, the MWE World Championship...Bravo Melissa, was it worth it? I hope that it was because your actions have brought me here to Millennium to have my dream match against you inside that ring...and it WILL happen...but...
Bobbi raises a finger stopping the train of thought before sitting back down in the chair.
Bobbi Jackson:
All in due time. You see Melissa I'm not here to jump the line. I'm not here to have anything handed to me. I'm here to earn my way up the ladder of one of the greatest professional wrestling companies on the planet one opponent at a time. To challenge myself against the best in the world until the powers that be see no other course of action than to give me what I want. A match against you.
The Phoenix takes a couple slow, deep breaths while she grins almost evilly. Trying her best to remain calm.
Bobbi Jackson:
It all starts tonight, against a monster of a man named Redd Thunder. The man who no-sold death. You have to admit, he's quite the specimen. Extremely impressive. But I've fought men like you before Redd and I'm sure after tonight I will again. It's part of this crazy business we all love...
The blonde chuckles a bit as she cracks her knuckles.
Bobbi Jackson:
Don't get me wrong Redd, I don't have anything against you. But you're my first match here in Millennium and you're simply standing in my way. You might think you're prepared for me but I've spent fourteen years of my life to get to this point. You have no idea what I'm capable of...
Bobbi once again looks down at the ground, much like she was when the camera started rolling, to begin with.
Bobbi Jackson:
You might have cheated death, but you won't survive this Trial by Fire.
The Phoenix once again rises from her seat as she walks out of the view of the camera. You can hear the door to the locker room opening as some bright light shines in as she departs and slams the door behind her as Millennium returns to ringside for the next match.
Singles Match
Redd Thunder VS Bobbi JacksonBaptism by fire for the Rising Phoenix, going up against Redd Thunder. Sure, Bobbi was no rookie, having collected more than a few world titles in her fifteen years long career, but it’s never easy to approach someone the size of Redd. Jackson tried with some kicks to the legs, but the masked man, who never skips a leg day (and every day is leg day for him) barely felt those strikes, pushing the Bobbilicious down to the mat, running at her and taking her down with a massive lariat. It was all Thunder in the first part of the match, especially after he fired the blonde girl into the corner with incredible force and squashed her with a splash. Still holding on her arm, he pulled her in into his hug, sending her flying across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. Bobbi took a time break, rolling out of the ring to refocus and rethink her strategy. Redd reached her outside and started chasing her around the ring. Far too quick for him, Bobbi slid back into the ring, hitting the ropes on the opposite side and dropkicking him on the left leg, taking him down to his knee. The Rising Phoenix followed with, no pun intended, a rising kick, setting Redd up for a series of kicks to the chest. The big man was stunned, now at the mercy of the former RAW Women’s World Champion, who knocked him down with a superkick. Her pinfall attempt only gave a two count. Bobbi was definitely impressing tonight, despite the size and power disadvantage. Her offensive was based mostly on kicks and punching combination, aiming at the legs mostly. A strategy that was paying its dividends, allowing her to stay away from those boulder sized hands of the Thunder. He swung a right hook with enough strength behind to knock out a bull, but Bobbi avoided disaster ducking it and moving behind his shoulders kicking him on the back of the leg. Once again Redd was on his knees, and Bobbi hit the ropes to gain some speed, running at him with all the worst intentions. This time Redd surprised her and caught her with a spinebuster, laying on top of the Rising Phoenix and hooking the leg, only getting a near fall. The Walking Disaster left the ring, slowly starting to climb the turnbuckle. A loud round of boos raising from the crowd turned his attention to what was happening behind his back, just in time to see Pinhead hopping over the barricade and coming at him at big steps. Redd wasn’t going to shy away from facing the behemoth, but it took him too long to step down from the top rope. He still reached the ground, the hard way. Pinhead pushed him off the turnbuckle, ending the match with a dq. WINNER: Redd Thunder BY: DQ, 6:44 |
Bobbi isn’t pleased at all with the interference, to say the least. Losing her debut match via DQ is not the way she wanted to introduce herself to her new fans and she doesn’t seem afraid to get in Pinhead’s face (so to speak) and push him back, without really moving him though. The same way, Pinhead isn’t afraid to grab her by the throat, ready to chokeslam her. Luckily for Bobbi, Redd comes back in time to save her, unleashing a series of forearm shots to Pinhead. The two keep brawling, and the momentum of the fight brings them both on the outside. Security, like a lot of them, comes rushing to the ring, trying to separate the two monster of men, eventually succeeding when more backup came.
The camera takes to one of the hallways backstage, where we find the Underground interviewer Skylar Rayner walking hand in hand with Peyton’s daughter, Harper. The little girl is still wearing the wings Anastasia Starling gave her earlier tonight. In her free hand she’s holding an ice cream she’s slurping avidly, painting her chin and shirt in shades of chocolate. Sky looks distressed, the heavy make-up hiding the signs of two sleepless nights. She didn’t make a big deal out of it for obvious reasons, but she spent the last two days in a hospital holding, literally, her friend Sephora’s hand as the former MWE Empire Extreme Champion brought her three babies into this world. On top of that, she keeps looking around nervously. The look on her face lightens up a bit as she notices Christopher Kane coming her way from the opposite side of the hallway.
Skylar Rayner:
Chris!
She calls him, waving her free hand.
Skylar Rayner:
Hey Harper, look who’s here!
The little girl greets the two time MWE Champion with a wide smile. Christopher, who is Golden Knights jersey for a cheap pop, continues to make his way towards his best friend and her girlfriend’s kid.
Christopher Kane:
Hey, it’s Sky and Harper. Two of the coolest people I know. Imagine she’s not sharing the ice cream, is she?
In response, Harper pulls her hand away, sticking out her tongue.
Skylar Rayner:
Of course she isn’t!
Sky says with a chuckle.
Skylar Rayner:
I didn’t know you were going to be here… How are you?
He can only offer a shrug in response for the moment. He didn’t really expect to be there either, but friends need supporting, and hey, it’s Vegas.
Christopher Kane:
Oh, the same ole I guess. Just watching the show. Eating the food at catering. Didn’t expect to be here either but I have nothing else going on, honestly. Beats sitting at home and listening to Baby Shark on repeat.
The goddamned song!
Christopher Kane:
Now, why are you here?
Skylar Rayner:
Well…
She looks down at Harper, who went back slurping the ice cream. Sky only now notices the mess she made… Sure as hell her mom won’t be happy!
Skylar Rayner:
Haven’t seen my girls in two days and I missed them… The things we do for love, i guess.
Finally, the tension on her face seems to fade away. Seeing Skylar’s face go back to normal got a smile on Chris’ face. He leans against the wall and sighs.
Christopher Kane:
Yeah, it’s crazy sometimes what we do for it. Or what we don’t do. Glad to see the two of you finally together though. She deserved better than that… Noodle.
He shudders just thinking about it.
Christopher Kane:
Maybe after the show we can all go get something to eat unless the kiddo has to get to bed.
Skylar Rayner:
Eh, I’ll probably fall asleep before she does, to be honest… But sure, I can use a good steak.
Harper looks up at Skylar, pulling her arm.
Skylar Rayner:
… With extra fries, of course.
A noise coming from behind the blonde interviewer’s back causes her to turn around in a snap. She sighs in relief, noticing it’s just one of the stagehands who dropped a crate. She turns back to Chris, smiling at him. But the former champ can’t fail to notice that her hand is shaking. His smile disappears, being replaced by a look of concern.
Christopher Kane:
... Are you alright? I’ve never seen you this jumpy before. At least not on a trampoline at the pool party I threw a couple of months ago.
He hopes the joke calms her nerves down, at least a little.
Christopher Kane:
You need an ear, friendo?
Sky looks at him, then at Harper and back at Chris. Then she shakes her head, putting up a fake smile.
Skylar Rayner:
I… I’m tired I guess. I haven’t slept much these past couple of days, and drank way too much coffee. That must be it.
She nods, trying to convince herself more than him.
Skylar Rayner:
They didn’t even have my Pumpkin Spice Latte at the hospital, can you believe it?
At the mere mention of PSL, a look of disgust comes on Harper’s face. Chris raises, or at least, tries to after hearing the word hospital.
Christopher Kane:
Back up the truck on the coffee stuff. What’s this about a hospital?!
Sky sighs. She didn’t want to mention it, in respect to her friend’s privacy, but here we are.
Skylar Rayner:
It’s Seph. She went into early labor and just delivered early today. Things are… still a bit complicated, I think I’ll go back there when we are in Miami.
While Christopher didn’t particularly care for Sephora, he felt for the situation that those involved has been in.
Christopher Kane:
I hope everything goes well for her and the kids, but you need to take care of yourself. You’re trying to be Superwoman lately, Sky. Being there for Pey, being there for Seph, this person or that person. When are you gonna be there for you?!
He shook his head. Chris knows that Sky is selfless, but seeing her look this ragged didn’t please him.
Christopher Kane:
It’s okay to be selfish on occasion. You need to get some sleep. Text Peyton, I can look after Harper so you can nap.
As much as she feels like she needs a nap, Sky politely refuse with a smile.
Skylar Rayner:
Thanks Chris, but I got this. I’ll sleep tonight… After you buy us steaks!
She says with a wink.
Skylar Rayner:
We’re going back to our seat now… Well, after cleaning this little missy mush!
She crouches, grabbing a tissue from her bag and starting to wipe the ice cream from Harper’s mouth.
Skylar Rayner:
… And buy her a new shirt. I saw a stand somewhere…
She’s not wrong, there’s a concession stand not too far from their position.
Skylar Rayner:
Whose shirt do you want, sweetie? Who’s your favorite wrestler you saw tonight?
There’s a moment of silence while Harper thinks very carefully. And then, all of a sudden, she yells.
Harper Holland:
BIG FAT LUCHAAAAAAAA!!!!
Chris and Sky burst out laughing. Who knew the three years old was a fan of Redd Thunder? And this is the image we are left with, as the camera cuts to the next segment.
In the backstage area, Melissa Reeves - the MWE champion herself - is wandering down a corridor. She stops as she spots the camera, closing in.
Melissa Reeves
Looking for a word with the champ, huh?
She smirks.
Melissa Reeves
And I'm still here, I'm still champion, aren't I? I'm still doing exactly what I said - from the very get go - I would be doing. If anyone still doesn't believe in Mel Reeves...if anyone is still too stupid to see the truth just why in the hell I'm the champion then that's their problem, isn't it?
Shrugging, she adjusts the title on her shoulder a little.
Melissa Reeves
Now, onto tonight...I have a match against Tiffany Tompkins. A second within the space of a month, after we both appeared for FFW. So it's a rematch, sure, but this isn't about revenge. See, Tiff? She beat me fair and square. Lucky? Maybe. But she's insanely skilled and there's no shame losing to her. That being said, I'm not coming here tonight to go 0-2 against her. See, nice as she is, hard working as she is, I'm not about to let her take that sort of an advantage over me.
She shakes her head.
Melissa Reeves
It's not for the gold tonight, I know, but it's just as important as any title defence. It's about pride, bragging rights and - not for nothing - it's about showing that I'm the dominant champion here in Millennium.
She looks at the title on her shoulder, smirking to the camera.
Melissa Reeves
So, Tiff, it's time to dance again.
Reeves starts to walk away, but looks back for a moment.
Melissa Reeves
Just don't expect the same outcome.
End.
Melissa Reeves
Looking for a word with the champ, huh?
She smirks.
Melissa Reeves
And I'm still here, I'm still champion, aren't I? I'm still doing exactly what I said - from the very get go - I would be doing. If anyone still doesn't believe in Mel Reeves...if anyone is still too stupid to see the truth just why in the hell I'm the champion then that's their problem, isn't it?
Shrugging, she adjusts the title on her shoulder a little.
Melissa Reeves
Now, onto tonight...I have a match against Tiffany Tompkins. A second within the space of a month, after we both appeared for FFW. So it's a rematch, sure, but this isn't about revenge. See, Tiff? She beat me fair and square. Lucky? Maybe. But she's insanely skilled and there's no shame losing to her. That being said, I'm not coming here tonight to go 0-2 against her. See, nice as she is, hard working as she is, I'm not about to let her take that sort of an advantage over me.
She shakes her head.
Melissa Reeves
It's not for the gold tonight, I know, but it's just as important as any title defence. It's about pride, bragging rights and - not for nothing - it's about showing that I'm the dominant champion here in Millennium.
She looks at the title on her shoulder, smirking to the camera.
Melissa Reeves
So, Tiff, it's time to dance again.
Reeves starts to walk away, but looks back for a moment.
Melissa Reeves
Just don't expect the same outcome.
End.
Champion vs Champion Match
Singles Match
Melissa Reeves VS Tiff RollinsSingles Match
Tiffany’s record title reign is quickly approaching the 300 days mark, doubling in length the previous record. Ever since beating Brittany Kane back at Imperium, the Little Hoss has been pretty much unstoppable, overcoming all challenges, defying odds and beating living legends like Seth Iser. The long series of outstanding performances and her hard working, always positive attitude elevated her to the role of Face Of The Company, a moniker that is usually reserved to the top champion, a moniker that Melissa Reeves will try to reclaim for herself. And yet, the MWE Champion walked into this match as the underdog, having lost a one on one contest with the Five Foot Murder Machine a few weeks ago in a FutureShock ring. The match started just like the previous one, a handshake in the centre of the ring before locking up. Melissa with the clear height advantage easily pushed Tiff all the way back to the ropes, granting her the clean break and taking a couple of steps forward. Rollins tried to catch her off guard with a knife edge chop, but this time Reeves was expecting it and took another step back, dodging the strike and landing a middle kick to the stomach of the Cloud Gate Champion who then grabbed her by the wrist and sent her against the ropes, following right after and turning her inside out with a kitchen sink. Taking the match to the ground the MWE Champion controlled the first part of the match, shifting from one submission to the next with fluid movements, frustrating every attempt to escape, while working on her abdominal section. Mat wrestling wasn’t definitely Tiff’s strongest suit, and she struggled a lot just to get back to a vertical position. But when she eventually did, still trapped in a side headlock, she created herself an opening with a couple of elbows to the ribs, doubling the MWE Champion over and charging at the ropes, connecting with a running big boot to the side of her head. With the talents inside the ring it was fair to expect an absolute banger of a match, and Melissa and Tiffany didn’t disappoint. With the young Cloud Gate Champion now controlling the operations, the pace of the match was kicked up a notch. Forget the long grappling sequences, hard strikes, especially kicks, became the leitmotif, and Reeves soon found herself forced to back all the way down to the corner to escape the barrage of shots from Tiff. Just like Mel did early, she offered a clean break, ready to get back on the attack as soon as the referee gave her the green light. And she did, charging in with a double knee to the face, knocking Mel down to a seated position, just where Tiffany wanted her to connect with her cannonball. Rollins dragged the opponent away from the ropes and made the cover, failing to put away the champ just yet. Firmly in control, Tiffany searched for her boyfriend in the crowd, spotting him sitting in the front row. A smile formed on her face, and she went back to work landing four chops to the Reaver’s chest and firing her against the ropes. Mel rebounded back and ducked the clothesline attempt, gaining more speed after hitting the ropes a second time and turning things in her favor with a slingblade. Then she reminded everyone why she is the MWE champion, surprising the opponent with a devastating combo that ended with a reverse side kick, doubling the five foot champion over and setting her up for an evenflow ddt, getting close to the three. It was just the first one of a series of near falls that really tested Tiff’s resilience. Reaver slam, exploder suplex, a fisherman ddt… She tried them all, but Rollins kept refusing to stay down. Desperate times call for desperate measures and after a powerslam, Mel went high risk, climbing to the top rope and leaping off with a shooting star press. The Death From Above didn’t went as she planned, as Tiffany raised her knees in protection. The last part of the match saw the two competitors throwing everything they had left at each other. The end seemed to have come when Tiffany caught the opponent with a Death Kick out of nowhere, but Melissa managed to raise the shoulder just in time. A minute later, and she was the one seeing her opponent kicking out from her best shot, when the Facial Deconstructor failed to put away the Cloud Gate Champion. Mel couldn’t believe her eyes when Tiffany raised her shoulder, and the same could be said for Tiff when, while crawling to the ropes to help herself up, she saw Coen sitting in the front row. And this time he wasn’t alone. Sitting next to him, way too close than you would expect, was the former Lockdown Champion Luna. To be fair, the young skater was less than comfortable, looking all around himself visibly embarrassed. Melissa was right behind Tiffany, read to german suplex her. But the Cloud Gate Champion had a vehement reaction, swinging her elbow back and connecting with a particularly stiff shot the jaw. She quickly turned around, landing a few more hard strikes on Mel, who was now on her knee, holding her chin. Tiffany measured her up and prepared herself to deliver another Death Kick. She decided to check on her boyfriend, finding Luna almost leaning against his shoulder while whispering something to his ear, pointing her finger to Tiffany. You can’t afford any sort of distraction when you’re in the ring with the MWE Champion, and she learned this lesson the hard way. Mel first leveled her with a lariat, then picked her up and, from a clinch position, hit her with a series of knees to the face, finally connecting the Facial Deconstructor for the three count. WINNER: Melissa Reeves BY: Pinfall (Facial Deconstructor), 16:23 |
Peyton Holland:
A fatal distraction for Tiffany. Something you can't afford with someone like Mel.
Jessi Idol:
Was that Luna with her boyfriend? What was she doing?
Peyton Holland:
No idea. But regardless, when you step in a ring, you have to keep your full attention on what is happenin inside the ring.
Jessi Idol:
True. Anyway, that's all for tonight, Ladies and gentlemen! Millennium will be back next Wednesday from Sacramento!
Peyton Holland:
See you in a week folks! Goodnight from Peyton Holland...
Jessi Idol:
And Jessi Idol. Ciao!
A fatal distraction for Tiffany. Something you can't afford with someone like Mel.
Jessi Idol:
Was that Luna with her boyfriend? What was she doing?
Peyton Holland:
No idea. But regardless, when you step in a ring, you have to keep your full attention on what is happenin inside the ring.
Jessi Idol:
True. Anyway, that's all for tonight, Ladies and gentlemen! Millennium will be back next Wednesday from Sacramento!
Peyton Holland:
See you in a week folks! Goodnight from Peyton Holland...
Jessi Idol:
And Jessi Idol. Ciao!