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Homecoming Tour
Millennium XLII
Live from Golden 1 Center in Sacramento, CA
Wednesday, October 2nd, 2019
The show comes to life inside the Golden 1 Center in Sacramento. The Arena is once again sold out, a constant with every Millennium show. "When Legends Rise" by Godsmack blasts through the loudspeakers, signaling the offical start of tonight's show. The fans make their excitement heard loud and clear, almost covering the explosions of the colorful pyrotechnics on the stage. A quick pan and we are back at the announcer's table, where Peyton Holland and Jessi Idol are ready for the usual introduction and rundown of the card.
Peyton Holland:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another exciting episode of Millennium!
Jessi Idol:
We are in Sacramento tonight, and what a show this promises to be!
Peyton Holland:
There's a lot of interesting matches, a couple of debuts... But you know what I'm really excited for, Jessi?
Jessi Idol:
I don't know... Catering?
Peyton Holland:
No... Remember a week ago when our General Manager announced a HUGE signing to be revealed tonight?
Jessi Idol:
Oh dang... I almost forgot!
Peyton Holland:
I wonder who that could be...
Jessi Idol:
No idea but, speaking of debuts, we have two new signings stepping in the Millennoum ring tonight. For EMP, this will be her first match ever, while the other... Well, Anastasia Starling needs no introduction at all.
Peyton Holland:
Yep.
Jessi Idol:
Right... SO! I guess we better start the show, don't you thinl, Pey?
Peyton Holland:
Yep.
The camera pans to a small nook in the backstage area, finding one E.M.P. sitting by herself, putting the finishing touches on lacing her boots. She was focused, passing the olive green laces through each eyelet, not even bothering to look up at the now intruding camera entering her space. With a few quick finger movements, she finished lacing and tying her boots and went to work putting some tape around her wrists.
E.M.P.
If you’re looking for a soundbite, I don’t have one for you. I’m not a trash talker, I don’t know how. If you’re wondering what I’m made of, you’re not going to get it in words. I don’t have a title history, or a massive list of companies worked for. The last time I did any physical competition was when I wrestled and played softball in high school. I was a photographer up until a few weeks ago.
She struggled to tear the tape from her left wrist, resorting to biting at the sticky fibers so she could get started working on the right, still not bothering to look up.
E.M.P.
I don’t have a lot of friends in the business, just a couple. No real ties. No real story. I didn’t put my name on the papers to come here and talk, because I’m not good at it. Being poetic about wrestling seems like a waste of time to me, it doesn’t benefit anyone besides a small subset of people.
Using her teeth this time, she tore the tape away again and sat the roll down next to her. With a deep breath she slid off the equipment box she was using as a chair, going to work on tying her hair back. There was a calm focus to her, her every action smooth and deliberate. Once the hair ties were in she began doing a few small stretches, putting her legs up on the equipment box one after another.
E.M.P.
All things considered, don’t worry about why I’m here. Don’t worry about what I can or can’t do, because it doesn’t matter You’ll find out. You want to know what I’m capable of? I’m more interested in finding out what Rhett can do. He’s rusty, sure. But at least he’s not the new girl on the block.
She turned from the camera and retrieved her vest, slinging it over her shoulder without a care. She rotated her free shoulder as she started walking away, only stopping to give a glance back toward the camera. After a brief pause, she resumed her trek to the entrance way.
Peyton Holland:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another exciting episode of Millennium!
Jessi Idol:
We are in Sacramento tonight, and what a show this promises to be!
Peyton Holland:
There's a lot of interesting matches, a couple of debuts... But you know what I'm really excited for, Jessi?
Jessi Idol:
I don't know... Catering?
Peyton Holland:
No... Remember a week ago when our General Manager announced a HUGE signing to be revealed tonight?
Jessi Idol:
Oh dang... I almost forgot!
Peyton Holland:
I wonder who that could be...
Jessi Idol:
No idea but, speaking of debuts, we have two new signings stepping in the Millennoum ring tonight. For EMP, this will be her first match ever, while the other... Well, Anastasia Starling needs no introduction at all.
Peyton Holland:
Yep.
Jessi Idol:
Right... SO! I guess we better start the show, don't you thinl, Pey?
Peyton Holland:
Yep.
The camera pans to a small nook in the backstage area, finding one E.M.P. sitting by herself, putting the finishing touches on lacing her boots. She was focused, passing the olive green laces through each eyelet, not even bothering to look up at the now intruding camera entering her space. With a few quick finger movements, she finished lacing and tying her boots and went to work putting some tape around her wrists.
E.M.P.
If you’re looking for a soundbite, I don’t have one for you. I’m not a trash talker, I don’t know how. If you’re wondering what I’m made of, you’re not going to get it in words. I don’t have a title history, or a massive list of companies worked for. The last time I did any physical competition was when I wrestled and played softball in high school. I was a photographer up until a few weeks ago.
She struggled to tear the tape from her left wrist, resorting to biting at the sticky fibers so she could get started working on the right, still not bothering to look up.
E.M.P.
I don’t have a lot of friends in the business, just a couple. No real ties. No real story. I didn’t put my name on the papers to come here and talk, because I’m not good at it. Being poetic about wrestling seems like a waste of time to me, it doesn’t benefit anyone besides a small subset of people.
Using her teeth this time, she tore the tape away again and sat the roll down next to her. With a deep breath she slid off the equipment box she was using as a chair, going to work on tying her hair back. There was a calm focus to her, her every action smooth and deliberate. Once the hair ties were in she began doing a few small stretches, putting her legs up on the equipment box one after another.
E.M.P.
All things considered, don’t worry about why I’m here. Don’t worry about what I can or can’t do, because it doesn’t matter You’ll find out. You want to know what I’m capable of? I’m more interested in finding out what Rhett can do. He’s rusty, sure. But at least he’s not the new girl on the block.
She turned from the camera and retrieved her vest, slinging it over her shoulder without a care. She rotated her free shoulder as she started walking away, only stopping to give a glance back toward the camera. After a brief pause, she resumed her trek to the entrance way.
Singles Match
Rhett Adelson VS E.M.P.Two matches, two great performances and two losses. You can’t say Rhett’s career in Millennium had the start the Californian was dreaming of. Tonight, he had the chance to get back on track as he was set to face E.M.P. in the opening match of the night. Erin Paige looked nervous, even after Kenzie’s pep talk. This was her debut match, after all. And the Golden 1 Center was quite the stage, especially tonight with one of the most vocal crowds in recent times. The match started, and Erin showed some of that amateur wrestling background grabbing Rhett’s wrist and almost dancing around him, twisting and bending the arm in ways you didn’t think it could be bent. Adelson tapped his shoulder, a grimace of pain painted on his face and countered the hold, applying now a hammerlock Surprisingly easily, Paige wrestled her way out of it, taking the opponent down with an arm drag, applying more pressure on his shoulder. This earned her some applause and encouragement from the MWE fans. It didn’t take Rhett too long to escape the hold and get back to his feet, hitting Erin with an European Uppercut. Such was the force behind the blow that Paige was sent against the ropes, bouncing right into a middle kick by Rhett who then lifted her for a snap suplex. He then followed with a running shooting star press, making the cover and obtaining a two count. He dragged her back to her feet, hit a pair of hard chops and then fired her against the ropes, throwing her in the air with a back body drop. Erin landed hard on her back, trying to get back up quickly. She barely made it to her knees when Rhett connected a superkick right to the jaw. Once again, he made the cover and just like before, Erin raised her shoulder in time, showing, if anything, some resilience and fighting spirit. Unfortunately that didn’t seem to be enough against a talented and much experienced competitor such as Rhett, who went once again really close to the three count with a headlock driver. Erin showed some fire around the fifth minute, breaking Rhett’s flurry of forearm shots with a headbutt to the bridge of the nose, following with a standing dropkick. Adelson immediately made it back to his feet, finding the opponent waiting for him with a knife edge chop. Four landed on Rhett’s chest, followed by some kicks to the legs and ribs. She then moved next to him and took him down with a russian legsweep, climbing then on the middle rope for a diving legdrop. Almost incredulous, she made the cover, only obtaining a two count. This was a huge boost of confidence for the debutant, who kept her momentum going, getting another near fall after a running ddt. But eventually her lack of experience showed, and Rhett was able to counter another Russian Legsweep attempt with some elbows to the mid section and connect with a neckbreaker. Again he knocked her down with a lightning quick kicking combination, He left the ring and climbed to the top rope, waiting for EMP to rise to her feet. Then he jumped with a flying knee strike that took the young rookie out. Instead of making the cover, Rhett crouched in the corner, his eyes fixed on her like a predator stalking his prey, waiting for the right moment to charge in at full speed and hit her with the Explosion (Running Single Leg Front Dropkick). And that was it, Rhett captured his first win in MWE spoiling EMP’s debut. WINNER: Rhett Adelson BY: Pinfall (Explosion), 7:23 |
Peyton Holland: "And it's Rhett picking up the first win in Millennium"
Jessi Idol: "Erin really tried out here, she even showed some good moves. But in the end, the more experienced competitor is the one coming out on top"
Peyton Holland: "Indeed. But I'm sure Erin will treasure this experience and learn from it. Her career didn't start the way she was hoping it would, but it only just begun."
Jessi Idol: "Erin really tried out here, she even showed some good moves. But in the end, the more experienced competitor is the one coming out on top"
Peyton Holland: "Indeed. But I'm sure Erin will treasure this experience and learn from it. Her career didn't start the way she was hoping it would, but it only just begun."
The scene cuts backstage where Rhett Adelson is in the hallway talking to one of the backstage workers. He’s just coming fresh off of his victory over E.M.P. Suddenly two men can be heard yelling Rhett’s name and when Rhett looks at them, a huge smile crosses his face. Now in the view is none other than Jay Gallagher and Donovan Keane, the team trained by Chris Night that is known as Nightfall Rising.
Jay Gallagher:
Rhett!! Nice win out there, bud! Way to represent Nightfall gym! I could’ve done it a little better myself, but you did alright!
Donovan shoves Jay in the shoulder.
Donovan Keane:
Quit kidding yourself!
Donnie glances over at Rhett and nods.
Donovan Keane:
Seriously though, it’s good to see that you knocked off that rust.
Rhett Adelson:
Appreciate it, Donnie. And Jay? You’re as funny and delusional as ever.
Rhett chuckles before continuing on.
Rhett Adelson:
It’s good to see you two out here, though. It almost reminds me of when we were supposed to start a group over there in North Pacific Pro before it closed down.
Jay Gallagher:
Well, it’s not too late!
Rhett furrows his brow.
Rhett Adelson:
What do you mean!?
Donovan shoves Jay again and rolls his eyes.
Donovan Keane:
There you go, spoiling our big debut and letting the cat out of the bag! Typical Jay!
Rhett can’t help but grin as he shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson:
You two are honestly too much. But it’s good that you’re here. This place needed some more representation from Nightfall. And luckily for Donnie, Meg is over there on Riot, so you won’t have to worry about her murdering you.
Donovan lets out a long sigh.
Donovan Keane:
Yeah, let’s not talk about that!
Jay Gallagher:
Who cares! I’m ready to shank a bitch that messes with Donnie! I’m not even kidding!
After Jay finishes up his sentence, Imogen, Donovan’s sister, walks up to the area with paperwork in hand and a frustrated look on her face.
Imogen:
I swear, I turn my back for one second and you two go and disappear in this backstage maze!
The teammates grimace a bit as Imogen waves at Rhett and he waves back.
Imogen:
Hi Rhett! ...Anyway! I finished negotiating the contract for you two, you’re welcome! All you have to do is sign. So please, leave poor Rhett alone and let’s take care of business.
Rhett laughs and waves it off.
Rhett Adelson:
You know it’s fine, Gen. But yeah, I’ll see you all later. Sounds like you have some business to attend to!
Donovan Keane:
Right? Let’s go Jay!
Jay grabs Rhett and gives him a tight hug, which catches Adelson by surprise but it doesn’t take long for Donnie to pull Jay away as the trio walk off, leaving Rhett to simple chuckle and laugh off the entire interaction.
Jay Gallagher:
Rhett!! Nice win out there, bud! Way to represent Nightfall gym! I could’ve done it a little better myself, but you did alright!
Donovan shoves Jay in the shoulder.
Donovan Keane:
Quit kidding yourself!
Donnie glances over at Rhett and nods.
Donovan Keane:
Seriously though, it’s good to see that you knocked off that rust.
Rhett Adelson:
Appreciate it, Donnie. And Jay? You’re as funny and delusional as ever.
Rhett chuckles before continuing on.
Rhett Adelson:
It’s good to see you two out here, though. It almost reminds me of when we were supposed to start a group over there in North Pacific Pro before it closed down.
Jay Gallagher:
Well, it’s not too late!
Rhett furrows his brow.
Rhett Adelson:
What do you mean!?
Donovan shoves Jay again and rolls his eyes.
Donovan Keane:
There you go, spoiling our big debut and letting the cat out of the bag! Typical Jay!
Rhett can’t help but grin as he shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson:
You two are honestly too much. But it’s good that you’re here. This place needed some more representation from Nightfall. And luckily for Donnie, Meg is over there on Riot, so you won’t have to worry about her murdering you.
Donovan lets out a long sigh.
Donovan Keane:
Yeah, let’s not talk about that!
Jay Gallagher:
Who cares! I’m ready to shank a bitch that messes with Donnie! I’m not even kidding!
After Jay finishes up his sentence, Imogen, Donovan’s sister, walks up to the area with paperwork in hand and a frustrated look on her face.
Imogen:
I swear, I turn my back for one second and you two go and disappear in this backstage maze!
The teammates grimace a bit as Imogen waves at Rhett and he waves back.
Imogen:
Hi Rhett! ...Anyway! I finished negotiating the contract for you two, you’re welcome! All you have to do is sign. So please, leave poor Rhett alone and let’s take care of business.
Rhett laughs and waves it off.
Rhett Adelson:
You know it’s fine, Gen. But yeah, I’ll see you all later. Sounds like you have some business to attend to!
Donovan Keane:
Right? Let’s go Jay!
Jay grabs Rhett and gives him a tight hug, which catches Adelson by surprise but it doesn’t take long for Donnie to pull Jay away as the trio walk off, leaving Rhett to simple chuckle and laugh off the entire interaction.
Singles Match
Kenzie Garrett VS Bree SmithSingles action tonight for one half of the BreeTee Committee, set to face Kenzie Garrett in the second match of the night. The Geek Gladiator, who had her eyes set on Hammerstein and his Chicago Way Championship, started the match with a series of quick leg kicks, skillfully dodging Bree’s strikes and constantly moving around the blonde girl. Slowly, she started aiming higher, just a little over the hips. Bree blocked her leg after one of those kicks, hitting Kenzie with a couple of forearm shots to the face that rocked the Cali girl. Bree sent her against the ropes and threw her up in the air for an early Bree Show attempt, countered with a hurricanrana by Garrett. Before Smith could actually get back up, Kenzie ran at her and drove her shin to the head, making a first cover after the shining wizard that resulted in a two count. The main theme of the match was pretty clear, Kenzie using her speed to her advantage and Bree counting on her raw power to turn the match in her favor. Which eventually happened after a first part where Garrett went pretty close to the win after a backstabber. Bree took control when she caught the opponent mid-air after a springboard crossbody and dropped her on her knee for the first of her Backbreaker Reps. Three more followed before the powerhouse threw Kenzie behind her back with a fallaway slam, sending her flying all the way across the ring. Garrett rolled under the bottom rope and laid down on the apron for a moment. Her recovery was abruptly interrupted by Bree, determined to keep striking while the iron was hot, dragging her up to her feet and punching her face twice, trying now to suplex her back in the ring. Kenzie fought it and broke free after some quick strikes to the ribs, kicking the opponent in the head with an enziguri while holding onto the ropes. It wasn’t enough to knock her off her feet but surely rocked her. Kenize then tried to hi a shoulder tackle through the ropes. Bree stepped on her right and quickly countered with a knee to the head, finally managing to lift her in a suplex position and, turning 180° to the inside of the ring, dropping her down with a Falcon Arrow. Kenzie raised her shoulder in time. A couple of minutes of full dominance from Bree followed, Garrett seemed to be helpless against the opponent’s strength. The Power Of Bree (Series of Three German Suplexes) almost gave the member of the Committee the three count, The turning point happened soon after that, when Kenzie miraculously landed on her feet after another released German Suplex from Bree. Garrett was leaning against the ropes and Bree came charging in, crashing on the outside when the former OWF Hard Yakka Champion ducked and pulled down the top rope. Standing on the apron, she waited for Bree to stand up and leaped toward her with her legs apart, flipping her over with one of her trademark Hurricanrana. Bree used the barricade to get up to her feet, turning around just in time to get kicked in the face and tossed between the fans with a Yakuza kick. The count of the referee had already reached eight and the two were still brawling on the outside. Stunning the opponent with a Roundhouse Kick, Kenzie then smashed her face first on the apron and rolled back in, barely beating the count. They picked up where they left, trading blows in the middle of the ring. And just when Bree seemed to be getting the upper hand, landing three consecutive strikes, Kenzie kicked her in the stomach positioning her perfectly for the Grim Fandango (Spikerana) for the win. WINNER: Kenzie Garrett BY: Pinfall (Grim Fandango), 8:06 |
Peyton Holland: "Grim Fandango for the win!"
Jessi Idol: "Another loss for Bree... Poor girl she doesn't seem to find a way out of this downward spiral."
Peyton Holland: "A lot comes into play in times like this. Your mind can become your worst enemy."
Jessi Idol: "So true. She's talented, she works hard.. She just needs to keep calm and find her focus. Then, she'll be back collecting Ws before she knows it!"
Jessi Idol: "Another loss for Bree... Poor girl she doesn't seem to find a way out of this downward spiral."
Peyton Holland: "A lot comes into play in times like this. Your mind can become your worst enemy."
Jessi Idol: "So true. She's talented, she works hard.. She just needs to keep calm and find her focus. Then, she'll be back collecting Ws before she knows it!"
Millennium returns from a commercial break in the halls of the Golden 1 Center in Sacramento, California. Bobbi Jackson is standing in the hallway with her girlfriend slash manager Alexa Cannon as the Rising Phoenix is stretching out preparing for her match with her wireless headphones on obviously listening to some music to get herself fired up for her match later on tonight against Null.
Alexa is resting her back against the wall looking at her phone but she catches a blonde with a microphone approaching the duo out of the corner of her eye. She leans forward a bit and taps Bobbi on the shoulder seeing as she has her back to the approaching individual. She turns around after her girlfriend gets her attention and she smiles warmly pulling her headphones down off her ears resting them around her neck.
Bobbi Jackson:
Hey there! You're Bowie, right?
Bowie Kennedy smiles and nods.
Bowie Kennedy:
That would be me, I was hoping I could get a quick word with you if you don't mind?
Bobbi Jackson:
Not at all! Let's do it!
Jackson responds with an enthusiastic nod as the two of them get situated. Alexa puts her phone away and stands to the side of Bobbi while Bowie begins to speak.
Bowie Kennedy:
So Bobbi, last week your in-ring debut here at Millennium didn't exactly go according to plan losing by disqualification to Redd Thunder due to outside interference from Pinhead. What are your thoughts?
Bobbi sighs softly and nods.
Bobbi Jackson:
Yea, you're right Bowie. It was certainly not the way I imagined that my debut would go. But I have to put it behind me and look forward. Redd is a hell of a competitor and I felt we had a great match, just a shame Pinhead had to get involved and ruin it. I do appreciate the big man's assist though after the match. I felt I earned his respect that night...the feeling is very mutual.
Bowie continues on not missing a beat.
Bowie Kennedy:
After the show last week it was clear your words ruffled the feathers of the MWE Champion Melissa Reeves. Who sounded off on social media about your comments. We know you responded in kind but a week or so removed how are you feeling about how that all went down?
The Phoenix ponders that question for a moment before answering.
Bobbi Jackson:
You know Bowie, truth be told Reeves was one of my deciding factors when it came to me signing on the dotted line of Millennium. I wanted that dream match more than anything in the world...
She looks down at the ground for a few moments clearly showing that she's disappointed in herself before gathering her own confidence and looking back up before continuing.
Bobbi Jackson:
And don't get me wrong Bowie, I still do! But she's the champion for a reason. I lost my match last week and she won hers. That only creates a bigger gap between us in the hierarchy of this company right now...
Bobbi runs her right hand through her blonde hair, pushing some of it from the front of her face and behind her ear.
Bobbi Jackson:
But like I told her on Twitter last week. It's not a matter of if we were going to face one another any longer. It's a matter of when. And that when comes down to when the management of Millennium deem me worthy to step into the ring with her. I'm never going to get there by losing matches. That needs to change with me, and that has to start tonight!
Bowie Kennedy:
Speaking of tonight, you go up against Null, one half of the tag team The Mighty Now Thrive. Unlike last week, this opponent is much closer to your size. What do you expect from this matchup tonight?
The Bobbilicious One smirks ever so slightly before responding.
Bobbi Jackson:
Just because he's the member of a tag team doesn't mean he's not a fantastic singles competitor. I've seen what his tag team partner Cameron has done over in All Fight Wrestling. I'm very much looking forward to this challenge tonight.
Bowie Kennedy:
Do you have any particular strategy going into tonight's match?
Bobbi can't help but laugh at the question as she answers.
Bobbi Jackson:
Oh come on now Bowie, of course I have a strategy but I can't let Null hear about it before the match actually takes place. What's the fun in that? But I will say this...
Bobbi turns from Bowie to look directly into the cameras filming the three of them as she smiles for the camera.
Bobbi Jackson:
You call yourself the voice of the underappreciated. That's deep Null. I'm not one hundred percent sure why you feel that way. Because from me to you? I do appreciate you. I appreciate the work you and Kid Terra have done in the tag team division of professional wrestling. I appreciate that you go out there right now without him trying to make a name for yourself as a singles star, and I appreciate that you're stepping into the ring with me tonight...
The blonde's smile fades as a look of seriousness comes over her face.
Bobbi Jackson:
But make no mistake about it Null. Tonight, when that bell rings...just because I appreciate you doesn't mean I'm not going to give you everything I have and then some to pick up that win tonight. I need this win more than you do. I need to start my rise up the ladder of Millennium and it starts with you tonight. You've have had some battles in the last year or so of your career but you have never stepped into the ring and faced someone like me. Because this evening the Wolf faces the Phoenix...and the Wolf will be burned.
Bobbi chuckles.
Bobbi Jackson:
You won't survive this Trial by Fire...
Bowie Kennedy:
Thank you for your time, good luck tonight.
Bobbi Jackson:
You're welcome, hun.
The Phoenix motions to Alexa that they are done here as the two head down the hallway as Millennium returns to ringside for the next match.
Alexa is resting her back against the wall looking at her phone but she catches a blonde with a microphone approaching the duo out of the corner of her eye. She leans forward a bit and taps Bobbi on the shoulder seeing as she has her back to the approaching individual. She turns around after her girlfriend gets her attention and she smiles warmly pulling her headphones down off her ears resting them around her neck.
Bobbi Jackson:
Hey there! You're Bowie, right?
Bowie Kennedy smiles and nods.
Bowie Kennedy:
That would be me, I was hoping I could get a quick word with you if you don't mind?
Bobbi Jackson:
Not at all! Let's do it!
Jackson responds with an enthusiastic nod as the two of them get situated. Alexa puts her phone away and stands to the side of Bobbi while Bowie begins to speak.
Bowie Kennedy:
So Bobbi, last week your in-ring debut here at Millennium didn't exactly go according to plan losing by disqualification to Redd Thunder due to outside interference from Pinhead. What are your thoughts?
Bobbi sighs softly and nods.
Bobbi Jackson:
Yea, you're right Bowie. It was certainly not the way I imagined that my debut would go. But I have to put it behind me and look forward. Redd is a hell of a competitor and I felt we had a great match, just a shame Pinhead had to get involved and ruin it. I do appreciate the big man's assist though after the match. I felt I earned his respect that night...the feeling is very mutual.
Bowie continues on not missing a beat.
Bowie Kennedy:
After the show last week it was clear your words ruffled the feathers of the MWE Champion Melissa Reeves. Who sounded off on social media about your comments. We know you responded in kind but a week or so removed how are you feeling about how that all went down?
The Phoenix ponders that question for a moment before answering.
Bobbi Jackson:
You know Bowie, truth be told Reeves was one of my deciding factors when it came to me signing on the dotted line of Millennium. I wanted that dream match more than anything in the world...
She looks down at the ground for a few moments clearly showing that she's disappointed in herself before gathering her own confidence and looking back up before continuing.
Bobbi Jackson:
And don't get me wrong Bowie, I still do! But she's the champion for a reason. I lost my match last week and she won hers. That only creates a bigger gap between us in the hierarchy of this company right now...
Bobbi runs her right hand through her blonde hair, pushing some of it from the front of her face and behind her ear.
Bobbi Jackson:
But like I told her on Twitter last week. It's not a matter of if we were going to face one another any longer. It's a matter of when. And that when comes down to when the management of Millennium deem me worthy to step into the ring with her. I'm never going to get there by losing matches. That needs to change with me, and that has to start tonight!
Bowie Kennedy:
Speaking of tonight, you go up against Null, one half of the tag team The Mighty Now Thrive. Unlike last week, this opponent is much closer to your size. What do you expect from this matchup tonight?
The Bobbilicious One smirks ever so slightly before responding.
Bobbi Jackson:
Just because he's the member of a tag team doesn't mean he's not a fantastic singles competitor. I've seen what his tag team partner Cameron has done over in All Fight Wrestling. I'm very much looking forward to this challenge tonight.
Bowie Kennedy:
Do you have any particular strategy going into tonight's match?
Bobbi can't help but laugh at the question as she answers.
Bobbi Jackson:
Oh come on now Bowie, of course I have a strategy but I can't let Null hear about it before the match actually takes place. What's the fun in that? But I will say this...
Bobbi turns from Bowie to look directly into the cameras filming the three of them as she smiles for the camera.
Bobbi Jackson:
You call yourself the voice of the underappreciated. That's deep Null. I'm not one hundred percent sure why you feel that way. Because from me to you? I do appreciate you. I appreciate the work you and Kid Terra have done in the tag team division of professional wrestling. I appreciate that you go out there right now without him trying to make a name for yourself as a singles star, and I appreciate that you're stepping into the ring with me tonight...
The blonde's smile fades as a look of seriousness comes over her face.
Bobbi Jackson:
But make no mistake about it Null. Tonight, when that bell rings...just because I appreciate you doesn't mean I'm not going to give you everything I have and then some to pick up that win tonight. I need this win more than you do. I need to start my rise up the ladder of Millennium and it starts with you tonight. You've have had some battles in the last year or so of your career but you have never stepped into the ring and faced someone like me. Because this evening the Wolf faces the Phoenix...and the Wolf will be burned.
Bobbi chuckles.
Bobbi Jackson:
You won't survive this Trial by Fire...
Bowie Kennedy:
Thank you for your time, good luck tonight.
Bobbi Jackson:
You're welcome, hun.
The Phoenix motions to Alexa that they are done here as the two head down the hallway as Millennium returns to ringside for the next match.
Singles Match
Bobbi Jackson VS NullHer first in Millennium didn’t go as planned for Bobbi. Her heroic performance against Redd Thunder got ruined by Pinhead’s interference and the fact that her opponent saved her from the giant’s fury after the match was only a small consolation. Null, orphan of his tag team partner, had a good showing last week in that triple threat that saw Luna picking up the win, and he wasted no time trying to get back on track surprising Bobbi with a shotgun dropkick right off the bat. The Bobbilicious One bounced against the corner and came back right into a spear from the wolf boy, who tried to end this quick and only got a two count. Keeping a fast pace, he earned himself the applause of the Sacramento fans with a spectacular springboard ddt followed by a standing moonsault. His feat though wasn’t enough to keep the former world champion down. Null’s agility gave him an early advantage on the opponent, who was struggling to find an answer to his high flying attacks. She did find a counter to a diving crossbody though, taking down the Flying Wolf with a dropkick. With Null down, Jackson started working on his back, pressing her knee against her spine and pulling his arm backwards. Tenaciously, he stood up to his feet, moving and pinning until he found himself in position to attempt a northern lights suplex. He never got to lift her, as Bobbi raised her knee to his face, quickly locking his arms in a double underhook position and drove him down with a butterfly suplex. Null arched his back in pain, and this only prompted the blonde girl to insist on that spot. First, she fired him against the turnbuckle, then she rushed in the same corner and jumped, connecting once again with her knee on his face. Then she went for another suplex, a regular one but nonetheless effective. She didn’t go for the cover, rolling Null on his stomach and dropping her knee on his back as he began crawling toward the ropes to save himself from the continuous attacks. Seven minutes in and the former member of TMNT was getting some momentum behind him. Sure, his back was hurting like hell and this was starting to affect his offense, resulting now slower and therefore less effective. Still, he almost got Bobbi with a handspring roundhouse kick, catching her on the side of the head. She went down flat on her back, while her opponent went up, climbing on the top rope and jumped off, landing on her with a 450 splash. He hooked the leg, but there was still fight left in Bobbi. She ducked a kick to the head from Null, who found himself in a spot he rather wanted to avoid after the missed shot: with his back turned on the opponent. Jackson capitalized immediately, jumping and raising her knees on his back, dropping him onto them with a backstabber. Wasting no time she pulled him back to his feet and lifted him for a backbreaker. She attempted a cover, only resulting in a two count. Changing strategy, She stepped between his legs and with her left leg and wrapped them around it, flipping him into a prone position and leaning back, locking him in her Sharpshooter called Trial By Fire. Null tried to escape, or at least reach the ropes that weren’t too far away. But he failed at it, finding himself with no chance but to tap out. WINNER: Bobbi Jackson BY: Submission (Trial By Fire), 8:45 |
Peyton Holland: "Null fought bravely till the end, but Bobbi was the best wrestler tonight."
Jessi Idol: "Well, you don't become world champion out of sheer luck..."
Peyton Holland: "Eh... I wouldn't be so sure, it may have happened before... But that's not Bobbi's case, I can tell you that."
Jessi Idol: "Jackson made her intentions clear earlier tonight. Her climbing to the top already started!"
We cut backstage to the catering area, where there’s lots of delicious, aesthetically pleasing food set up on a table. Several MWE stars, and members of the production crew are sitting around, enjoying a well balanced meal to keep their brains up and running. The camera closes in on a glass of water, which starts vibrating violently, the liquid inside almost ready to splash out. As we pan out, those sitting around ready themselves for the obvious earthquake about to ensue. Some hide under their tables, others find the nearest doorway to stand in, and a couple of people stand on the spot, unable to properly process what’s happening.
Then, as if to ease their minds… Redd Thunder walks in, and as he stops, so does the violent shaking.
Redd Thunder:
STEAK!
Random Roadie:
Oh, we’re cool everyone! It’s not an earthquake, it’s just Redd!
Thunder glares at the roadie, his muscles tensing, face as red as his name suggests.
Redd Thunder:
Where’s the steak?!
Random Roadie:
Um…
The roadie points at the food covered table, and Thunder immediately charges on over, pushing the roadie out of the way in the process. He searches the table high and low, though there doesn’t appear to be any trace of steak. He turns around angrily, clenching his fists.
Redd Thunder:
WHO ATE ALL THE STEAK?! ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!
He goes over to the random roadie, who’s only just now recovering from being pushed out of the way.
Redd Thunder:
Is this your doing?
Random Roadie:
...huh?
Redd Thunder:
DID YOU EAT ALL THE STEAK?!
The roadie raises his palms out in front of him.
Random Roadie:
What?! No! I don’t even like steak! I’m more of a fish kind of guy!
Redd calms down a little.
Redd Thunder:
...fish?
But only momentarily.
Redd Thunder:
FISH?!
Redd takes the table the roadie is sitting at, and flips it over, knocking all the food and cutlery off the table and onto the ground. The roadie gets up from his seat and flees, as do many of the other people sitting around.
Redd Thunder:
WHERE IS MY STEAK?!
??:
Dominique-nique-nique… are you looking for this?
Redd turns around, and the camera pans out, revealing none other than Pinhead, a grin across his face, and what looks to be a medium rare flank steak in hand. He waves it around, then takes a big bite out of it, juice dripping from his lips.
Redd Thunder:
You… First you use me to break the ring… then you interrupt my match last week… but this… this is something you can never come back from… Nobody… and I mean NOBODY… EVER MESSES WITH MY FOOD!
In a flash, Thunder’s at the other side of the room, trading blows with Pinhead. Pinhead then slams Thunder to the floor with a powerful headbutt, and towers over him.
Pinhead:
You want steak?
Pinhead smiles, and shoves the flank steak into Thunder’s mouth.
Pinhead:
I GIVE YOU STEAK!
Pinhead shoves the steak further into Thunder’s mouth, so far the big man starts choking. They struggle for a while, then Thunder manages to clock Pinhead with a sharp hook across the jaw. Pinhead goes falling sideways, but before long, both men are up on their feet. Thunder leans over, spitting out clumps of steak, clearing his throat.
Redd Thunder:
That… wasn’t… SIRLOIN!
Thunder once again charges at Pinhead, tackling him through the food covered table, landing right on top of a rotisserie chicken. Thunder takes the chicken and begins ramming it against Pinhead’s skull. After a few hits, Pinhead’s tired of it, and grabs the chicken, discarding of it. Thunder’s not done there however and continues to bash Pinhead with his fists. Having had enough, Pinhead reaches over to a bowl of mashed potatoes, and dumps it on Thunder’s head, then maneuvers out of the situation and climbs to his feet.
Redd Thunder:
I CAN’T SEE!
Thunder gets up too, and aimlessly starts striking at the air, until he finally has the sense to take the bowl off his head. With mashed potato all over his face and head, he charges Pinhead for a third time, and together the two start trading more blows. They continue fighting for a while, until they find themselves in the nearby kitchen. The chefs and catering team all flee, as the two biggest stars in MWE go crashing into the industrial refrigerator. Bits of glass smash everywhere, little shards cutting into the skin of both stars. Around thirty security guards come flooding into the kitchen, doing their best to seperate the two brawlers.
Redd Thunder:
I WILL GET YOU!
Pinhead:
NOT IF I GET YOU FIRST!
Thunder’s successfully dragged out of the room after an immense amount of struggling. It could be argued that if the two hadn’t been brawling for a while, that Thunder wouldn’t have been subdued so easily. The scene ends as Pinhead starts pulling little pieces of glass out of his shoulder.
Jessi Idol: "Well, you don't become world champion out of sheer luck..."
Peyton Holland: "Eh... I wouldn't be so sure, it may have happened before... But that's not Bobbi's case, I can tell you that."
Jessi Idol: "Jackson made her intentions clear earlier tonight. Her climbing to the top already started!"
We cut backstage to the catering area, where there’s lots of delicious, aesthetically pleasing food set up on a table. Several MWE stars, and members of the production crew are sitting around, enjoying a well balanced meal to keep their brains up and running. The camera closes in on a glass of water, which starts vibrating violently, the liquid inside almost ready to splash out. As we pan out, those sitting around ready themselves for the obvious earthquake about to ensue. Some hide under their tables, others find the nearest doorway to stand in, and a couple of people stand on the spot, unable to properly process what’s happening.
Then, as if to ease their minds… Redd Thunder walks in, and as he stops, so does the violent shaking.
Redd Thunder:
STEAK!
Random Roadie:
Oh, we’re cool everyone! It’s not an earthquake, it’s just Redd!
Thunder glares at the roadie, his muscles tensing, face as red as his name suggests.
Redd Thunder:
Where’s the steak?!
Random Roadie:
Um…
The roadie points at the food covered table, and Thunder immediately charges on over, pushing the roadie out of the way in the process. He searches the table high and low, though there doesn’t appear to be any trace of steak. He turns around angrily, clenching his fists.
Redd Thunder:
WHO ATE ALL THE STEAK?! ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!
He goes over to the random roadie, who’s only just now recovering from being pushed out of the way.
Redd Thunder:
Is this your doing?
Random Roadie:
...huh?
Redd Thunder:
DID YOU EAT ALL THE STEAK?!
The roadie raises his palms out in front of him.
Random Roadie:
What?! No! I don’t even like steak! I’m more of a fish kind of guy!
Redd calms down a little.
Redd Thunder:
...fish?
But only momentarily.
Redd Thunder:
FISH?!
Redd takes the table the roadie is sitting at, and flips it over, knocking all the food and cutlery off the table and onto the ground. The roadie gets up from his seat and flees, as do many of the other people sitting around.
Redd Thunder:
WHERE IS MY STEAK?!
??:
Dominique-nique-nique… are you looking for this?
Redd turns around, and the camera pans out, revealing none other than Pinhead, a grin across his face, and what looks to be a medium rare flank steak in hand. He waves it around, then takes a big bite out of it, juice dripping from his lips.
Redd Thunder:
You… First you use me to break the ring… then you interrupt my match last week… but this… this is something you can never come back from… Nobody… and I mean NOBODY… EVER MESSES WITH MY FOOD!
In a flash, Thunder’s at the other side of the room, trading blows with Pinhead. Pinhead then slams Thunder to the floor with a powerful headbutt, and towers over him.
Pinhead:
You want steak?
Pinhead smiles, and shoves the flank steak into Thunder’s mouth.
Pinhead:
I GIVE YOU STEAK!
Pinhead shoves the steak further into Thunder’s mouth, so far the big man starts choking. They struggle for a while, then Thunder manages to clock Pinhead with a sharp hook across the jaw. Pinhead goes falling sideways, but before long, both men are up on their feet. Thunder leans over, spitting out clumps of steak, clearing his throat.
Redd Thunder:
That… wasn’t… SIRLOIN!
Thunder once again charges at Pinhead, tackling him through the food covered table, landing right on top of a rotisserie chicken. Thunder takes the chicken and begins ramming it against Pinhead’s skull. After a few hits, Pinhead’s tired of it, and grabs the chicken, discarding of it. Thunder’s not done there however and continues to bash Pinhead with his fists. Having had enough, Pinhead reaches over to a bowl of mashed potatoes, and dumps it on Thunder’s head, then maneuvers out of the situation and climbs to his feet.
Redd Thunder:
I CAN’T SEE!
Thunder gets up too, and aimlessly starts striking at the air, until he finally has the sense to take the bowl off his head. With mashed potato all over his face and head, he charges Pinhead for a third time, and together the two start trading more blows. They continue fighting for a while, until they find themselves in the nearby kitchen. The chefs and catering team all flee, as the two biggest stars in MWE go crashing into the industrial refrigerator. Bits of glass smash everywhere, little shards cutting into the skin of both stars. Around thirty security guards come flooding into the kitchen, doing their best to seperate the two brawlers.
Redd Thunder:
I WILL GET YOU!
Pinhead:
NOT IF I GET YOU FIRST!
Thunder’s successfully dragged out of the room after an immense amount of struggling. It could be argued that if the two hadn’t been brawling for a while, that Thunder wouldn’t have been subdued so easily. The scene ends as Pinhead starts pulling little pieces of glass out of his shoulder.
The crowd was still buzzing, eagerly awaiting the next match. Jessi Idol was giving the rundown for the next matchup, which pitted The Danger Princess herself, Akemi Hayashi against the newly signed “Monster For The Millennium” Anastasia Starling. Idol took firm control of the match hype, reminding the audience of Hayashi’s accomplishments, before moving on to Starling, giving the lowdown on the Polish Passerine’s own huge reputation as a Three Time World Champion and acclaimed winner of the famous Queen of the Mountain Tournament. As Idol went on, Peyton Holland stayed largely silent, though she squinted her eyes as she looked up to the heavens. There were a number of fans doing this as well, all looking upwards as there seemed to be something grabbing their attention. There was a short, constantly repeated shrill call, as the fans spotted the black winged raven, affectionately called Alexa, flying around what seemed to be a long black rope that went from one side of the arena to the other.
“La la la la laaaa.”
Came a voice from above, Skylar Rayner being the first to be seen standing, her eyes full of shock as dozens more joined her, pointing upwards, before hundreds and then thousands stood in unison, staring up to the ceiling in shock and awe at figure with the hauntingly beautiful voice. The commentators were speechless, barely believing what they were seeing, the cameras turning towards the heavens as they captured a sight that no one was expecting. Balancing upon the rope, high, high above all was another black winged figure, her feet balancing on the ropes as the held onto a long pole, making their way across the tightrope with their eyes facing forward.
Anastasia Starling:
Come with me... and you'll be… In a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see...Into your imagination...
They sang out in the most stunning melody, beautiful and haunting, her voice filling the arena with an eerie warmth from her chilled voice. The figure quivered as they sang, frightening the crowd. The audience let out a hushed cry, recognising the unmistakable figure of Anastasia Starling, her face partially shrouded by her Raven mask, but in her terrifying full ring attire, decked out to look like she was covered in midnight feathers. The audience looked on in awe, some even letting out a scream as it was clear there was no safety net beneath the ropes.
Anastasia Starling:
Imagination is one of the most beautiful things in the entire world, were you can carve the most creative and stunning imagery that can be almost impossible to describe. But imagination can run too wild, too dangerous, and the thoughts and dreams that are driven by imagination can be the most dangerous of all things. They can make you feel low, they can make you feel worthless, and sometimes a single sentence can make you imagine that all is right in the world… or all is wrong.
She continued on, a little hook attached to her tights, as she remained focused, a microphone attached to her so her voice could be heard by one and all. She paused as she peered down, maybe fifty or sixty feet in the air, but she seemed so calm and peaceful as she made her way across. Her pole wobbled, causing the crowd to gasp, many of them covering their mouths, but she kept upright, the very faintest hint of a smile spreading across her features.
Anastasia Starling:
But sometimes, sometimes despite imagination being both beautiful and deadly in equal measures… You need to open your eyes and see the reality of it all. You need to see the truth, no matter how hard it hits you, slaps you, kicks you, stabs you in the back then drags you down and buries you. You need to see what everything truly is, with your own eyes. Whether blue, brown and green, gold and red, shades of white or darkest black, or shining like a jewel in hazel. No one can know what the imagination really conjured up, how it made you feel or others feel, what it made you do or others do… Thomas the Doubter once needed that proof, needed to see the reality of it all and I will not let anyone doubt for one moment that the events that transpire are not real and are but a hoax, a trick, a lie of imagination.
And then the crowd screamed, Anastasia purposely dropping the pole as she let it fall down to the ring below, landing with a bounce upon the ropes before it fell to ringside. Every single person was standing, watching the madness unfold, Ana with her hands behind her back and simply strolling across the rope as if she was crossing the street.
Anastasia Starling:
Once upon a time I was the Little Songbird that could, a child of the circus who just wanted to put smiles on faces. But the faces that smiled turned into something merely from my imagination, when the smiles were fake and the affection was faux. And believing in heaven when hell is staring you in the face can be a shock to the system that makes you look past imagination, that makes you stare into the reality of it all and that is all… that is all… that is all I want to give you now. To make you feel as I felt when the seventy thousand and one made their choice. I want you to feel the words of the seventy thousand and one. I want you to want, lust, love the chosen path of the seventy thousand and one and look at what it plucked from the darkest of imaginations and brought it forth into the world. Real… Real...
There was a scream from the crowd as Ana suddenly did a front handspring, everyone believing she was about to tumble down, but she landed perfectly upon the rope on her feet. She gazed down, the camera zooming to catch a tear dripping down her face, dangling there at the corner of her dark cherry painted lips. One hand reached up, touching a chain around her neck, and she opened her eyes.
Anastasia Starling:
Ever wanted to see an Angel fall from grace?
And with those words… she fell.
The SCREAMS came as she tumbled down, rotating at a rapid speed, plummeting to the cold, harsh canvas below. Then all time stood still, the screams died out and all the audience could hear was heavy, short breaths.
Anastasia Starling:
Oh God… Oh God… That’s what it f--feels… feels like...
As the camera panned back, and a replay was shown, as Starling tumbled, at the very last second, she clipped on the hook to the tightrope. She spiralled down, but the hook was attached to a bungee cord around her waist, and she bounced about, inches from hitting the canvas. She clung on, keeping herself still in midair, breathing so loudly as the tears really started to flow, the raven flying around them as it let out it’s low gurgle.
Anastasia Starling:
Far from imagination, far from dreams and nightmares, this was the reality that was called upon, as the crowds stood up and screamed and demanded everything I never wanted, wanting the ship to sail with blacker and darker sails than anything that could be found beneath the waves, wearing masks that shrouded their true wants and desires from even those that could never and would never take their eyes away… For imagination sang louder, and while reality screamed, the dreams for the Monster came true.
She stayed hooked on as she spoke, taking in the feeling of weightlessness, before unhooking herself, falling to the canvas and landing as if she was a superhero, her tearful eyes scanning around the front row and the commentators table. There was still shocked silence from the crowd, though voices could be heard, slowly building up shouting “Monster, Monster, Monster” as her hand physically shook.
Anastasia Starling:
WHO CALLED FOR THE MONSTER?!
She cried with raw emotion, gripping hold of the ropes as she quaked in her spot, a hand reaching for the chain around her neck as she screamed even louder, not even needing a microphone due to the power she emitted.
Anastasia Starling:
WHO CALLED FOR THE MONSTER FOR THE MILLENNIUM?!
She gazed up, looking around her as she wept, openly and not with a care for who saw.
Anastasia Starling:
You all did. Each and every one of you. Your imaginations, your dreams, your nightmares… They all came true! You got what you wanted and it stands before you now, and you can finally, finally, finally look what you have created in the eye and understand what you all desired.
She turned to the commentary table, glaring at both of them, before her eyes scanned the audience.
Anastasia Starling:
And… and then as you watch on… I live in hope to change it all… And you will NOT need to imagine no more. And as you look on, there will only be three choices. To Evolve… To Die… Or to Transcend. And then, only then, what you really wanted will matter.
With those words, she pulled off her microphone, waiting for her opponent to arrive. As she did, she rolled out of the ring, looking to had her wings to another young fan in the front row. But this time, the child shied away, clearly scared by the outfit and crazed actions of the Pale Winged Passerine. Ana, lowered her head, seen biting her lip as she sadly handed the wings to the child’s parents, before she moved back to the ring again.
“La la la la laaaa.”
Came a voice from above, Skylar Rayner being the first to be seen standing, her eyes full of shock as dozens more joined her, pointing upwards, before hundreds and then thousands stood in unison, staring up to the ceiling in shock and awe at figure with the hauntingly beautiful voice. The commentators were speechless, barely believing what they were seeing, the cameras turning towards the heavens as they captured a sight that no one was expecting. Balancing upon the rope, high, high above all was another black winged figure, her feet balancing on the ropes as the held onto a long pole, making their way across the tightrope with their eyes facing forward.
Anastasia Starling:
Come with me... and you'll be… In a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see...Into your imagination...
They sang out in the most stunning melody, beautiful and haunting, her voice filling the arena with an eerie warmth from her chilled voice. The figure quivered as they sang, frightening the crowd. The audience let out a hushed cry, recognising the unmistakable figure of Anastasia Starling, her face partially shrouded by her Raven mask, but in her terrifying full ring attire, decked out to look like she was covered in midnight feathers. The audience looked on in awe, some even letting out a scream as it was clear there was no safety net beneath the ropes.
Anastasia Starling:
Imagination is one of the most beautiful things in the entire world, were you can carve the most creative and stunning imagery that can be almost impossible to describe. But imagination can run too wild, too dangerous, and the thoughts and dreams that are driven by imagination can be the most dangerous of all things. They can make you feel low, they can make you feel worthless, and sometimes a single sentence can make you imagine that all is right in the world… or all is wrong.
She continued on, a little hook attached to her tights, as she remained focused, a microphone attached to her so her voice could be heard by one and all. She paused as she peered down, maybe fifty or sixty feet in the air, but she seemed so calm and peaceful as she made her way across. Her pole wobbled, causing the crowd to gasp, many of them covering their mouths, but she kept upright, the very faintest hint of a smile spreading across her features.
Anastasia Starling:
But sometimes, sometimes despite imagination being both beautiful and deadly in equal measures… You need to open your eyes and see the reality of it all. You need to see the truth, no matter how hard it hits you, slaps you, kicks you, stabs you in the back then drags you down and buries you. You need to see what everything truly is, with your own eyes. Whether blue, brown and green, gold and red, shades of white or darkest black, or shining like a jewel in hazel. No one can know what the imagination really conjured up, how it made you feel or others feel, what it made you do or others do… Thomas the Doubter once needed that proof, needed to see the reality of it all and I will not let anyone doubt for one moment that the events that transpire are not real and are but a hoax, a trick, a lie of imagination.
And then the crowd screamed, Anastasia purposely dropping the pole as she let it fall down to the ring below, landing with a bounce upon the ropes before it fell to ringside. Every single person was standing, watching the madness unfold, Ana with her hands behind her back and simply strolling across the rope as if she was crossing the street.
Anastasia Starling:
Once upon a time I was the Little Songbird that could, a child of the circus who just wanted to put smiles on faces. But the faces that smiled turned into something merely from my imagination, when the smiles were fake and the affection was faux. And believing in heaven when hell is staring you in the face can be a shock to the system that makes you look past imagination, that makes you stare into the reality of it all and that is all… that is all… that is all I want to give you now. To make you feel as I felt when the seventy thousand and one made their choice. I want you to feel the words of the seventy thousand and one. I want you to want, lust, love the chosen path of the seventy thousand and one and look at what it plucked from the darkest of imaginations and brought it forth into the world. Real… Real...
There was a scream from the crowd as Ana suddenly did a front handspring, everyone believing she was about to tumble down, but she landed perfectly upon the rope on her feet. She gazed down, the camera zooming to catch a tear dripping down her face, dangling there at the corner of her dark cherry painted lips. One hand reached up, touching a chain around her neck, and she opened her eyes.
Anastasia Starling:
Ever wanted to see an Angel fall from grace?
And with those words… she fell.
The SCREAMS came as she tumbled down, rotating at a rapid speed, plummeting to the cold, harsh canvas below. Then all time stood still, the screams died out and all the audience could hear was heavy, short breaths.
Anastasia Starling:
Oh God… Oh God… That’s what it f--feels… feels like...
As the camera panned back, and a replay was shown, as Starling tumbled, at the very last second, she clipped on the hook to the tightrope. She spiralled down, but the hook was attached to a bungee cord around her waist, and she bounced about, inches from hitting the canvas. She clung on, keeping herself still in midair, breathing so loudly as the tears really started to flow, the raven flying around them as it let out it’s low gurgle.
Anastasia Starling:
Far from imagination, far from dreams and nightmares, this was the reality that was called upon, as the crowds stood up and screamed and demanded everything I never wanted, wanting the ship to sail with blacker and darker sails than anything that could be found beneath the waves, wearing masks that shrouded their true wants and desires from even those that could never and would never take their eyes away… For imagination sang louder, and while reality screamed, the dreams for the Monster came true.
She stayed hooked on as she spoke, taking in the feeling of weightlessness, before unhooking herself, falling to the canvas and landing as if she was a superhero, her tearful eyes scanning around the front row and the commentators table. There was still shocked silence from the crowd, though voices could be heard, slowly building up shouting “Monster, Monster, Monster” as her hand physically shook.
Anastasia Starling:
WHO CALLED FOR THE MONSTER?!
She cried with raw emotion, gripping hold of the ropes as she quaked in her spot, a hand reaching for the chain around her neck as she screamed even louder, not even needing a microphone due to the power she emitted.
Anastasia Starling:
WHO CALLED FOR THE MONSTER FOR THE MILLENNIUM?!
She gazed up, looking around her as she wept, openly and not with a care for who saw.
Anastasia Starling:
You all did. Each and every one of you. Your imaginations, your dreams, your nightmares… They all came true! You got what you wanted and it stands before you now, and you can finally, finally, finally look what you have created in the eye and understand what you all desired.
She turned to the commentary table, glaring at both of them, before her eyes scanned the audience.
Anastasia Starling:
And… and then as you watch on… I live in hope to change it all… And you will NOT need to imagine no more. And as you look on, there will only be three choices. To Evolve… To Die… Or to Transcend. And then, only then, what you really wanted will matter.
With those words, she pulled off her microphone, waiting for her opponent to arrive. As she did, she rolled out of the ring, looking to had her wings to another young fan in the front row. But this time, the child shied away, clearly scared by the outfit and crazed actions of the Pale Winged Passerine. Ana, lowered her head, seen biting her lip as she sadly handed the wings to the child’s parents, before she moved back to the ring again.
Singles Match
Akemi Hayashi VS Anastasia StarlingWhen the bell rang, Starling exploded out of her corner and knocked Akemi down with a running forearm, starting to stomp her down right after. It was clear from the get going that she was way more aggressive than she used to be before the historic event “And Justice For All”. The change she had been mentioning in her promos was pretty evident as the self proclaimed Monster For The Millennium was showing a more ruthless side in her first match since that night. At the expense of Akemi, who found herself in a whirlwind of kicks from the Songbird, who finished her sequence with a Spinning Bicycle Kick, a move made famous by her mother Lady Magdalena with the name of Our Lady Peace. Hayashi decided to take a break, rolling out of the ring and recollecting her thoughts. Ana didn’t leave her the opportunity, soaring over the top rope with with a moonsault plancha, landing on her feet and taking a little bow to those fans that once would have cheered on her for this display of athleticism. But tonight, she wasn’t getting many applauses… Her dominance carried on even when the action was brought back in the ring, where Starling picked up the first near fall of the night with a spectacular springboard tornado ddt. Akemi tried a first reaction, catching the Pale Winged Passerine with a throat trust, leaving her breathless for a moment. Enough to start using those educated feet of her, kicking Anastasia with a swift combination of low kicks that forced the former SSWA world champion on her knees. Then she hit the ropes and kicked her face with a running knee, hooking the leg for her first pinfall attempt. Ana kicked out in one. Akemi went back on the attack, but this time her irish whip attempt was reversed by The Monster For The Millennium, who then leaped over her running opponent and turned back when she was rebounding back from the ropes with her arm extended for a lariat. Ana ducked it and ran against the ropes, bouncing off with a springboard polish hammer that wiped out Akemi. Living up to her fame as one of the best high flyers in the business, she once again ascended to the top and connected with a corkscrew Moonsault, obtaining another near fall. The Japanese was really having a hard time finding her footing in this match, constantly forced on the defensive by Ana’s constant attacks. To the point where. after a roundhouse kick, the Danger Princess had to take another break outside the ring. And just like before, Anastasia wasn’t leaving her the chance to recover, this time going for a suicide dive through the ropes, flying right into a superkick from Hayashi. Akemi used the surroundings to inflict as much punishment as she could in that ten count time the referee was administering, before she rolled Ana back inside the ring and made the cover. When Starling kicked out, Akemi hit her with a few more strikes, elbows and forearms mostly ending the sequence with a back kick that doubled the scion of the Lasiewicz family. It was her best shot, and Akemi knew it. Hitting the ropes, she went for her Running Split-Legged Yakuza Kick called Grapey Marshmallow Fizz. Giving further proof of her flexibility, gained in her years in the circus, Anastasia dodged the kick, immediately turning the tides back in her favor after the short break Akemi had. Moments later, and Ana went for her Pale Winged Passerine (Handspring Stunner), setting Akemi up for the Sturnidae (running Shooting Star Press) obtaining her first, impressive win in MWE. WINNER: Anastasia Starling BY: Pinfall (Sturnidae), 5:55 |
Jessi Idol: "And Anastasia is your winner"
Peyton Holland: "Can't really say I'm surprised."
Jessi Idol: "An impressive performance for The Monster For The Millennium in her first match for the company."
Peyton Holland: "Her talent is unquestionable. While this new attitude..."
Jessi Idol: "It's working for her..."
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, I guess you're right."
“You know, it’s an amazing thing when you think about it…”
The voice of Christopher Kane echoes through the hallways of Golden 1 Center. He’s ready for battle tonight against Nikki Knight, clad in his typical in-ring attire. Chris doesn’t appear to be that thrilled at the moment.
Christopher Kane:
Tonight is the first time I step into a Millennium ring since I tapped out to Melissa Reeves with the MWE Championship on the line. I tried the best I could, and I failed. I gave it all that I had, and I failed. This… this cloud hangs over my head. One of failures. One of the haunting of feeling my hand hit the mat time and time again because the pain is too much to bear. So, as you can see, I am without the championship once more, and you know what?
He hangs his head down before bringing it back up with his expression changing to that of a more satisfied one.
Christopher Kane:
I’m more than okay with this. Maybe I still wasn’t ready to be that guy, to be the top guy in a company because I felt the pressure hanging around my neck every day. Maybe I won’t ever be ready to be that guy, but at least I can say I’ve done it. That I’ve actually came through in the clutch at least once in my career.
A small pause from the former, and only, two time MWE Champion.
Christopher Kane:
Tonight, I face Nikki Knight. Honestly, to not sound like a jerk, but I had to ask myself who for a slight second before recalling who she was. I’ve known her name for a long time, a really long time, and I’ve been trying to remember what she’s done in her career.
Now a shrug.
Christopher Kane:
That expression sums it up. I just don’t get it, Nikki. You fought back against some amazing odds, you’ve helped others, and yet you can’t seem to help yourself by getting that big win. You’ve had the chances, as we all have, and you keep falling short every time. You dust yourself off and keep trying. You’re like the little engine that could.
Small pause.
Christopher Kane:
However, where the engine finally got up that hill, you won’t. Tonight isn’t about you finally getting that big win in Millennium. Tonight is about me getting rid of this cloud, this feeling of failure. All due respect to you, Nikki, but I have to make amends to myself after tapping out and walking away without the championship.
With that said, Chris walks away.
Peyton Holland: "Can't really say I'm surprised."
Jessi Idol: "An impressive performance for The Monster For The Millennium in her first match for the company."
Peyton Holland: "Her talent is unquestionable. While this new attitude..."
Jessi Idol: "It's working for her..."
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, I guess you're right."
“You know, it’s an amazing thing when you think about it…”
The voice of Christopher Kane echoes through the hallways of Golden 1 Center. He’s ready for battle tonight against Nikki Knight, clad in his typical in-ring attire. Chris doesn’t appear to be that thrilled at the moment.
Christopher Kane:
Tonight is the first time I step into a Millennium ring since I tapped out to Melissa Reeves with the MWE Championship on the line. I tried the best I could, and I failed. I gave it all that I had, and I failed. This… this cloud hangs over my head. One of failures. One of the haunting of feeling my hand hit the mat time and time again because the pain is too much to bear. So, as you can see, I am without the championship once more, and you know what?
He hangs his head down before bringing it back up with his expression changing to that of a more satisfied one.
Christopher Kane:
I’m more than okay with this. Maybe I still wasn’t ready to be that guy, to be the top guy in a company because I felt the pressure hanging around my neck every day. Maybe I won’t ever be ready to be that guy, but at least I can say I’ve done it. That I’ve actually came through in the clutch at least once in my career.
A small pause from the former, and only, two time MWE Champion.
Christopher Kane:
Tonight, I face Nikki Knight. Honestly, to not sound like a jerk, but I had to ask myself who for a slight second before recalling who she was. I’ve known her name for a long time, a really long time, and I’ve been trying to remember what she’s done in her career.
Now a shrug.
Christopher Kane:
That expression sums it up. I just don’t get it, Nikki. You fought back against some amazing odds, you’ve helped others, and yet you can’t seem to help yourself by getting that big win. You’ve had the chances, as we all have, and you keep falling short every time. You dust yourself off and keep trying. You’re like the little engine that could.
Small pause.
Christopher Kane:
However, where the engine finally got up that hill, you won’t. Tonight isn’t about you finally getting that big win in Millennium. Tonight is about me getting rid of this cloud, this feeling of failure. All due respect to you, Nikki, but I have to make amends to myself after tapping out and walking away without the championship.
With that said, Chris walks away.
Singles Match
Pinhead VS HammersteinThe Chicago Way champion, his title wrapped around his waist, walked down the ramp as confident as always, not at all intimidated by the challenge at hand. Sure Pinhead was huge, strong, deceptively fast and angry. A lethal combination, but have you ever seen Hammerstein backing down from a challenge? He entered the ring, kissing the title belt before raising it up in the air, waiting for his opponent. “Dominique” by The SInging Nun started blaring out of the PA System, but Pinhead didn’t walk out. Instead, the tron came to life, showing some commotion backstage. Redd Thunder had reached Pinhead in the hallway and clubbed him in the back with a heavy forearms shot. The colossal wrestler turned around, returning the courtesy to the masked wrestler. A brawl ensued, the two biggest competitors in MWE clashing backstage and causing all the stagehands to run away, fearing for their own incolumity especially when tables, chairs and crates started flying in all directions. One of them, one of those heavy looking black crates containing God only knows what kind of equipment was pushed by Redd in the rival’s mid section, showing him against the wall. Redd immediately went back on the assault, punching him hard a couple of times on the face before throwing him THROUGH the wall on the opposite side of the hallway. He wasn’t going to stop here, driven by a blind rage. But he had to, when a dozen of security member surrounded him and held him back. The camera cut inside the ring where Hammerstein was smiling, amused by all this. And when the referee told him that the match, obviously, wasn’t going to happen, he pretended that he would raise his arm and declare him the winner. WINNER: Hammerstein BY: Forfait, 0:00 |
Jessi Idol:"Easiest win for the Chicago Way Champion."
Peyton Holland: "Nothing to be proud off, in all fairness."
Peyton Holland: "Nothing to be proud off, in all fairness."
Millennium cuts backstage to interviewer Bowie Kennedy who gets a fair reception from the crowd. She’s looking confident in her own right as she begins the segment.
Bowie Kennedy:
Ladies and gentlemen, with me at this time is Victoria Salinas…
The crowd erupts with cheers as the scene pans to reveal Victoria who is not in a good mood, but she’s also expressing a bit of determination on her face.
Bowie Kennedy:
Now last week…
Victoria Salinas:
With all due respect… let me guess… are you going to ask me a question about last week that spins this narrative that I was cheated out of a match and that it’s going to destroy my confidence with all the work I had done during Millennium’s offseason? Is that where you were going with that question? Because if that’s what was crossing your mind, I recommend you don’t because that’s not the narrative I’m experiencing right now.
Bowie Kennedy:
Not that I was going to run with that narrative, but to be fair, it would have raised an interesting point considering you weren’t doing so great after your experiences against Kelsey Spencer and Charlie Webster.
Victoria Salinas:
That was then, and this is now. Back then, I was dealing with a lot of personal stuff on top of it that made those losses feel worse than they had any right to feel. Now as far as last week is concerned, the one thing from that narrative that I AM going to agree with is that yes, I WAS cheated out of that match. Figures, right? A champion that can’t wrestle fairly? Do you realize how many times I’ve had to deal with that nonsense? I’ve been around this mainstream business for 10 years next month, I know the ups and downs of this business far too well. This business is rough in that sense sometimes, but one thing I can tell you that “vainglorious” ISN’T about is sitting back, reflecting and going “woe is me, I want to retire” like I had been doing after that loss to Kelsey. Even when I was a rookie, I knew better than that.
Bowie Kennedy:
Fair enough. It’s great to see that you’re at least not letting it get to you so much.
Victoria Salinas:
Not when I get a second crack at the son of a bitch…
Bowie Kennedy:
And speaking of that second crack, it’s going to be in tag team action when Duke teams up with Chris Constantine Jr. to take on yourself and Bethany Driver. Last week, Chris defeated Bethany in similar fashion in the way Duke defeated you so there’s revenge on her mind as well. I’m sure you saw that happen, can I get your thoughts on that?
Victoria shakes her head partially expressing said thoughts.
Victoria Salinas:
I can sympathize with Bethany, I’ll tell you that much for sure. But, this isn’t the first time we’ve both been down this road. Remember, Robbie Bourbon thought he could fuck us both over when we had our one on one match, but at Lux in Tenebris, he got just what he deserved. So, I’m pretty damn confident when I say that we’re going to replicate that very same revenge on these two that we did against Robbie. Not to mention that when it comes to “revenge matches”, I’ve done pretty damn well myself considering I got my revenge on Charlie Webster by essentially running her out of this company. Still… it’s quite… interesting that Bethany and I are coming together again under very similar circumstances…
Bowie Kennedy:
It’s quite a coincidence… I will tell you that much.
Victoria Salinas:
Indeed it is. I was planning on wrestling her one on one again after we both dealt with Robbie, not to team with her again.
Bowie Kennedy:
Are you saying you don’t want to team with her?
Victoria Salinas:
Of course not. Bethany is a stand up woman in her own right. I don’t hold a shred of a grudge against her. But, I’m not going to leave what happened back at Midsummer Night’s Dream in the past either. I’m not the type of competitor that lets a question go unanswered. I plan on answering that question soon enough and I plan on doing so by answering with a win to prove I deserve to be in consideration for the MWE Championship. But that’s… in the near future. Tonight, we’re going to take care of our business and we are going to get our revenge. She did me a solid a while back by letting me have the pin against Robbie… and I’m more than willing to return the favor if the opportunity arises. Duke and Chris? Well… they’ve had their laughs already… and tonight? We’ll be perfectly fine with silencing Team Egomania on the other side!
Victoria confidently walks by Bowie, ending the interview. As she leaves, she hears some huge cheers from the audience as the scene fades out.
Bowie Kennedy:
Ladies and gentlemen, with me at this time is Victoria Salinas…
The crowd erupts with cheers as the scene pans to reveal Victoria who is not in a good mood, but she’s also expressing a bit of determination on her face.
Bowie Kennedy:
Now last week…
Victoria Salinas:
With all due respect… let me guess… are you going to ask me a question about last week that spins this narrative that I was cheated out of a match and that it’s going to destroy my confidence with all the work I had done during Millennium’s offseason? Is that where you were going with that question? Because if that’s what was crossing your mind, I recommend you don’t because that’s not the narrative I’m experiencing right now.
Bowie Kennedy:
Not that I was going to run with that narrative, but to be fair, it would have raised an interesting point considering you weren’t doing so great after your experiences against Kelsey Spencer and Charlie Webster.
Victoria Salinas:
That was then, and this is now. Back then, I was dealing with a lot of personal stuff on top of it that made those losses feel worse than they had any right to feel. Now as far as last week is concerned, the one thing from that narrative that I AM going to agree with is that yes, I WAS cheated out of that match. Figures, right? A champion that can’t wrestle fairly? Do you realize how many times I’ve had to deal with that nonsense? I’ve been around this mainstream business for 10 years next month, I know the ups and downs of this business far too well. This business is rough in that sense sometimes, but one thing I can tell you that “vainglorious” ISN’T about is sitting back, reflecting and going “woe is me, I want to retire” like I had been doing after that loss to Kelsey. Even when I was a rookie, I knew better than that.
Bowie Kennedy:
Fair enough. It’s great to see that you’re at least not letting it get to you so much.
Victoria Salinas:
Not when I get a second crack at the son of a bitch…
Bowie Kennedy:
And speaking of that second crack, it’s going to be in tag team action when Duke teams up with Chris Constantine Jr. to take on yourself and Bethany Driver. Last week, Chris defeated Bethany in similar fashion in the way Duke defeated you so there’s revenge on her mind as well. I’m sure you saw that happen, can I get your thoughts on that?
Victoria shakes her head partially expressing said thoughts.
Victoria Salinas:
I can sympathize with Bethany, I’ll tell you that much for sure. But, this isn’t the first time we’ve both been down this road. Remember, Robbie Bourbon thought he could fuck us both over when we had our one on one match, but at Lux in Tenebris, he got just what he deserved. So, I’m pretty damn confident when I say that we’re going to replicate that very same revenge on these two that we did against Robbie. Not to mention that when it comes to “revenge matches”, I’ve done pretty damn well myself considering I got my revenge on Charlie Webster by essentially running her out of this company. Still… it’s quite… interesting that Bethany and I are coming together again under very similar circumstances…
Bowie Kennedy:
It’s quite a coincidence… I will tell you that much.
Victoria Salinas:
Indeed it is. I was planning on wrestling her one on one again after we both dealt with Robbie, not to team with her again.
Bowie Kennedy:
Are you saying you don’t want to team with her?
Victoria Salinas:
Of course not. Bethany is a stand up woman in her own right. I don’t hold a shred of a grudge against her. But, I’m not going to leave what happened back at Midsummer Night’s Dream in the past either. I’m not the type of competitor that lets a question go unanswered. I plan on answering that question soon enough and I plan on doing so by answering with a win to prove I deserve to be in consideration for the MWE Championship. But that’s… in the near future. Tonight, we’re going to take care of our business and we are going to get our revenge. She did me a solid a while back by letting me have the pin against Robbie… and I’m more than willing to return the favor if the opportunity arises. Duke and Chris? Well… they’ve had their laughs already… and tonight? We’ll be perfectly fine with silencing Team Egomania on the other side!
Victoria confidently walks by Bowie, ending the interview. As she leaves, she hears some huge cheers from the audience as the scene fades out.
Singles Match
Christopher Kane VS Nikki KnightFirst match back since Lux In Tenebris for the former MWE Champion and he took on the former Riot’s roster member Nikki Knight. The Canadian was still chasing her first win in Millennium and tonight’s opponent looked like her best chance to quickly climb the rankings. In order to do that, she started off with a surprising aggressiveness, kicking Christopher in the stomach while the referee was giving them the usual rundown of the rules. The effect of the kick was only amplified by the surprise effect, and Christopher was doubled over, short of breath. Nicole flipped him to a seated position with a snapmare and kicked him down the spine with all the strength she had in her leg. Chris screamed in agony, arching his back that now had a bright red mark on the point Nikki’s boot impacted on. She quickly moved in front of him, kicking him on the chest and, as soon as he fell on his back, she jumped on his sternum with a double foot stomp. The pinfall attempt that followed was only worth a two. Kane found himself now in the corner, trying to protect himself the best way he could from the opponents’ stomp. Knight then charged at the opposite side of the ring, gaining speed and coming back at full speed with a Cannonball Crush. Climbing now on the top rope, she went for another double foot stomp, this time from an elevated position. But Chris moved away, sliding under the bottom rope. Nikki rolled back to her feet and quickly went for him, finding Kane ready for her with a forearm shot to the jaw. She went for a right hook as well, ducked by the two time champion who slid back under the ring between her legs, trying to surprise her with a quick roll up. And when she kicked and the pair two of them were standing in front of each other, he quickly jumped and hit her with a knee to the face, following up with a falling neckbreaker. Slowly, Kane started taking control of the match, almost getting away with the win after an half and half suplex. The fight went on, Knight desperately needing to find a way to turn things around. And her chance came a couple of minutes later when, unseen by the referee, she hit Christopher with a low blow. No matter how many times you get hit there (and Chris’ nether regions have been targeted a lot in the past year), you can never prepare yourself for this. Quickly, Nikki nailed the former champ with the Snapmare Driver she calls Knightmare, but not even this was enough to keep CK down. On and on they went, Nikki had another chance to hit the Knightmare but this time Christopher was able to break free, quickly lifting her over his shoulders in a fireman carry position and dropping her into a Pele Kick, a move he made famous with the name Hit By A Cyclone. Wasting no time, he climbed the turnbuckle and jumped down with the New York Rain (Diving knees). The canadian barely kicked out from it, something she wasn’t able to do moments later when he sealed the deal with the Omega Finale (Sliding D). WINNER: Christopher Kane BY: Pinfall (Sliding D), 7:42 |
Peyton Holland: "CK is back!"
Jessi idol: "Did he left?"
Peyton Holland: "That's not what I meant... He's back on the winners column!"
Jessi Idol: "Ohhhh right! A deserved win nonetheless, especially with everything Nikki tried to thorw at him"
Jessi idol: "Did he left?"
Peyton Holland: "That's not what I meant... He's back on the winners column!"
Jessi Idol: "Ohhhh right! A deserved win nonetheless, especially with everything Nikki tried to thorw at him"
Coen Farrell:
Hey baby.. Look I know…
He stops mid sentence, shaking his head. Coen Farrell is seen talking to a wall, right outside his girlfriend’s locker room. Tiffany isn’t there, she’s most likely still inside, getting ready for her match.
Coen Farrell:
Tiff… I… I wanted to talk to you about last wednesday. You know the thing with Luna…
Again, he stops. He clenches his fists in frustration, kicking the floor.
Coen Farrell:
The “thing”... You’re making it looks like there has been something… Stupid Coen, there was no thing …
Third time’s a charm? We will never know. Just when he opens his mouth, ready to rephrase the line he has been trying for God only knows how long, the door behind him opens. Slowly, failing to hide a slight embarrassment, he turns around.
Coen Farrell:
… Uh… Hi.
The Cloud Gate Champion herself, Tiff Rollins, who hasn’t really been heard from since her match with Melissa Reeves, steps from the room, donning her ring gear and ready for her upcoming match. The sight of her boyfriend usually musters enough for Tiffany to break away from her intensive preparations and show her affectionate side, but with just one glance at him, her stone cold demeanor doesn’t change.
Tiff Rollins:
Hi…
The silence that follows is filled with unspoken words. He could have tried that speech one thousand more times, and still froze at her sight. Especially after that cold greeting. Eventually he finds the courage to make a move, taking a step toward her and gently grabbing her hands.
Coen Farrell:
Tiff I… I’m sorry…
As much as Tiffany wanted to throw her hands away, still frustrated over what happened, she finally broke character and realized how stubborn she was being. This was Coen after all. She rolls her eyes before looking up to her boyfriend’s face. She can see the sincerity in his apology, and although it still bugs her, she manages to not her head in response.
Tiff Rollins:
I know… Look, Coen… I don’t know what all that was about with you and Luna...but it really threw me off. I wanna trust you. I really do. I just need to know that won’t happen again…
Coen shakes his head, his voice broken by the overwhelming emotions he seemed barely able to hold in.
Coen Farrell:
Nothing happened, Tiffany… I swear!
He stares right in her eyes.
Coen Farrell:
I was just waiting for you, as I always do and she… Came out of nowhere. She started talking and it was weird.. But not weird in a weird kind of way…
He was babbling. Again.
Coen Farrell:
What I mean is… I don’t know why she talked to me, but she seemed friendly. She asked me to watch her match and that was it. Kinda odd I thought, but that was it, nothing else…
Letting out a long sigh, he lowers his eyes.
Coen Farrell:
I was watching your match and felt this hand on my shoulder. Next thing I know, she’s sitting next to me, and… Well, you know the rest.
Tiffany stops him there and then.
Tiff Rollins:
I don’t need to know the details. All I want is for you to promise me. Promise me that won’t happen again…
Coen Farrell:
I promise Tiff… I love you, you know that…
Looking up, he meets her eyes again.
Coen Farrell:
You’re the only one I’m thinking about… Believe me, please.
His promise was enough. Tiffany finally smiles, putting her faith with her boyfriend. She then catches him off-guard with a quick kiss before holding him closely for a warm embrace. Coen doesn’t say enough in response, he simply accepts the hug.
Tiff Rollins:
I believe you.
Holding her close, he gently kisses her on the head.
Coen Farrell:
Thank you.
He lets a few moments pass, relieved after finally setting things straight with his girlfriend. Then he pulls back from the hug, keeping his hands on her shoulders.
Coen Farrell:
I was going to ask you if you wanted to come over to Tampa tomorrow, I have a competition going on this weekend… But then I saw you’re booked in Underground.
She shrugs with a look as if to say “What can you do?”
Tiff Rollins:
Yeah...I’m aware... We’ll just have to make up for it over the weekend, right?
She gives him a cheeky wink, causing him to fluster a little bit. When he finally regains his composure, he smiles down at her.
Coen Farrell:
I can’t wait. It just sucks that I don’t get to see you kicking more asses Friday night. Speaking of which, you should probably go now. You have a match to win.
Tiff Rollins:
Right…Talk to you later...
Brushing off her affection, she quickly swung back into the zone, returning to her usual preparations as she heads off to her upcoming match against TNT, as Coen watches on with a sigh a relief. On the opposite side of the hallway, not seen by the young couple, Luna watched the whole scene, her lips curled in a slight, almost imperceptible smirk. Before Coen would turn around and spot her, the former Lockdown Champion leaves the scene.
Hey baby.. Look I know…
He stops mid sentence, shaking his head. Coen Farrell is seen talking to a wall, right outside his girlfriend’s locker room. Tiffany isn’t there, she’s most likely still inside, getting ready for her match.
Coen Farrell:
Tiff… I… I wanted to talk to you about last wednesday. You know the thing with Luna…
Again, he stops. He clenches his fists in frustration, kicking the floor.
Coen Farrell:
The “thing”... You’re making it looks like there has been something… Stupid Coen, there was no thing …
Third time’s a charm? We will never know. Just when he opens his mouth, ready to rephrase the line he has been trying for God only knows how long, the door behind him opens. Slowly, failing to hide a slight embarrassment, he turns around.
Coen Farrell:
… Uh… Hi.
The Cloud Gate Champion herself, Tiff Rollins, who hasn’t really been heard from since her match with Melissa Reeves, steps from the room, donning her ring gear and ready for her upcoming match. The sight of her boyfriend usually musters enough for Tiffany to break away from her intensive preparations and show her affectionate side, but with just one glance at him, her stone cold demeanor doesn’t change.
Tiff Rollins:
Hi…
The silence that follows is filled with unspoken words. He could have tried that speech one thousand more times, and still froze at her sight. Especially after that cold greeting. Eventually he finds the courage to make a move, taking a step toward her and gently grabbing her hands.
Coen Farrell:
Tiff I… I’m sorry…
As much as Tiffany wanted to throw her hands away, still frustrated over what happened, she finally broke character and realized how stubborn she was being. This was Coen after all. She rolls her eyes before looking up to her boyfriend’s face. She can see the sincerity in his apology, and although it still bugs her, she manages to not her head in response.
Tiff Rollins:
I know… Look, Coen… I don’t know what all that was about with you and Luna...but it really threw me off. I wanna trust you. I really do. I just need to know that won’t happen again…
Coen shakes his head, his voice broken by the overwhelming emotions he seemed barely able to hold in.
Coen Farrell:
Nothing happened, Tiffany… I swear!
He stares right in her eyes.
Coen Farrell:
I was just waiting for you, as I always do and she… Came out of nowhere. She started talking and it was weird.. But not weird in a weird kind of way…
He was babbling. Again.
Coen Farrell:
What I mean is… I don’t know why she talked to me, but she seemed friendly. She asked me to watch her match and that was it. Kinda odd I thought, but that was it, nothing else…
Letting out a long sigh, he lowers his eyes.
Coen Farrell:
I was watching your match and felt this hand on my shoulder. Next thing I know, she’s sitting next to me, and… Well, you know the rest.
Tiffany stops him there and then.
Tiff Rollins:
I don’t need to know the details. All I want is for you to promise me. Promise me that won’t happen again…
Coen Farrell:
I promise Tiff… I love you, you know that…
Looking up, he meets her eyes again.
Coen Farrell:
You’re the only one I’m thinking about… Believe me, please.
His promise was enough. Tiffany finally smiles, putting her faith with her boyfriend. She then catches him off-guard with a quick kiss before holding him closely for a warm embrace. Coen doesn’t say enough in response, he simply accepts the hug.
Tiff Rollins:
I believe you.
Holding her close, he gently kisses her on the head.
Coen Farrell:
Thank you.
He lets a few moments pass, relieved after finally setting things straight with his girlfriend. Then he pulls back from the hug, keeping his hands on her shoulders.
Coen Farrell:
I was going to ask you if you wanted to come over to Tampa tomorrow, I have a competition going on this weekend… But then I saw you’re booked in Underground.
She shrugs with a look as if to say “What can you do?”
Tiff Rollins:
Yeah...I’m aware... We’ll just have to make up for it over the weekend, right?
She gives him a cheeky wink, causing him to fluster a little bit. When he finally regains his composure, he smiles down at her.
Coen Farrell:
I can’t wait. It just sucks that I don’t get to see you kicking more asses Friday night. Speaking of which, you should probably go now. You have a match to win.
Tiff Rollins:
Right…Talk to you later...
Brushing off her affection, she quickly swung back into the zone, returning to her usual preparations as she heads off to her upcoming match against TNT, as Coen watches on with a sigh a relief. On the opposite side of the hallway, not seen by the young couple, Luna watched the whole scene, her lips curled in a slight, almost imperceptible smirk. Before Coen would turn around and spot her, the former Lockdown Champion leaves the scene.
Singles Match
Tiff Rollins VS Tobie Nox ThorneBoth competitors walked into this match coming off a loss, looking to bounce back immediately. The match started with a handshake, something you don’t see often enough in a wrestling ring and the fans showed their appreciation for the gesture. But then the bell rang, the smiles disappeared from Tobie’s and Tiff’s face and the two locked horns. The technical advantage was all on TNT’s side, and she quickly grabbed ahold of the Cloud Gate Champions’ wrist and took her down with an arm drag. Tiffany tried to break free from the submission, but the ground game was never her strongest suit. Unlike Tobie, who was perfectly comfortable on the mat, staying always one step ahead of the opponent, switching to a different hold every time the Cloud Gate Champion was managing to escape. With difficulty, Tiff made it back to her feet and broke free, sending Tobie against the ropes with an irish whip, knocking her down with a dropkick. She was the one charging at the ropes then, Tobie dropped down on the mat forcing her to leap over her body and hit the ropes on the opposite side. When she came back TNT took her back to canvas with another armdrag, locking her in an armbar hyperextending her elbow. Rollins started dragging herself and the opponent toward the ropes, wrapping her feet around the bottom one and forcing the break that came immediately. Another gesture of sportsmanship that caused the applause of the Sacramento fans. If the first part of the match was in Tobie’s favor, with the French girl scoring a near fall with a 450 splash after a roundhouse kick, Tiffany managed to turn the tables with a move we don’t see very often from the Five Foot Murder Machine, who caught Tobie with a spinebuster, slamming the former [R]evo Champion on the mat. The pair met again in the middle of the ring, Tobie went for a right hand blocked by Tiff who then began building some momentum, relying as always on her striking combinations. Three forearm shots in a row and then those ever so dangerous legs game into play. Stiff kicks to the sides and ribs forced Tobie back in the corner, where she was an easy prey for a Peacemaker (Leaping High Knee) from the Cloud Gate Champion. Or so everyone thought. At the last moment, Thorne moved out of the way, and the champion’s knee impacted hard against the turnbuckle. Gian, at ringside, was encouraging his girlfriend, telling her that this was her chance. Tobie nodded, working on that right leg of Tiffany, the same one she uses for her famous Death Kick. Kicks to the hamstring, stomps to the knee and an array of submission holds. The game plan seemed to be working. Sure, eventually Rollins managed to escape the knee bar, but when she stood back up to her feet, it became clear that Tobie’s work took a toll on the Cloud Gate Champion’s leg. Tiffany was holding on the ropes, trying to shake get some feeling back in the leg. TNT charged at her, Tiff dropped down and lowered the bottom rope. Somehow the Frenchie managed to land on the apron, trying to surprise the opponent with a right hand. Tiff was able to crouch down and duck it, stunning Thorne with a headbutt. Once again the former [R]evo Tag Team Champion hung on for dear life, until Tiffany knocked her off the apron with the Peacemaker. The impact sent the young girl crashing against the commentary table. A horrible,accidental bump that scared everyone in the Arena. From Peyton and Jessi who stood up from their seat, to the referee and Tiffany herself and everyone else in the arena. Including Gian who immediately went to check on her.Tobie assured him, and he nodded at the referee who, at that point, had no other option but to start to count her out. Tiffany waited inside the ring, a look of concern on her face. The official reached nine when Tobie finally slid back in the ring, beating the count and earning the respect and applause of the twenty thousand in Sacramento. Instead of going on the attack immediately Rollins gave her some more time, allowing Tobie to make it back to her feet. Visibly stunned, TNT tried her best to build some offense, but eventually she missed the spinning wheel kick. Tiffany took her down to her her knees with a low dropkick and hit her Death Kick. A small hesitation before making the cover, but it didn’t affect the outcome. Tobie was out, and the Cloud Gate Champion picked up another win WINNER: Tiff Rollins BY: Pinfall (Death Kick), 11:37 |
Peyton Holland: "It didn't take long for the Cloud Gate Champion to get back on the winning side."
Jessi Idol: "Proof that her loss last week was just a minor setback, and without that distaction...Who knows?"
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, but that was her mistake, not anyone else's."
Jessi Idol: "Fair enough..."
Peyton Holland: "Let me spend a word on Tobie though. She looked great tonight, and showed how tough she is by continuing with the match even after that incident."
Jessi Idol: "Very true. She might have lost the match, but surely she gained further respect from these amazing fans."
A shocked Chris Constantine pops up to his feet, glancing quickly at the referee and then turning the attention back to his wife, who’s still screaming. It’s only now that the person lets her go, pushing her forward. Then, with a swift gesture, they remove the hoodie covering their face. A collective gasp as they recognize the woman as Helena Noir, the last Liberty Champion. The Swedish born wrestler smiles at the flabbergasted Constantine, before removing the hoodie and throwing it into the crowd. Then, without saying a word, she leaves.
Peyton Holland:0
Oh my God..
Jessi Idol:
Bethany and Victoria won the match with an unexpected help from none other than Helena Noir"
Peyton Holland:
We were teased with one big signing, and we witnessed two former world champions joining the Green Brand.
Jessi Idol:
What a night this has been Pey... Shame it came to an end already.
Peyton Holland:
Well, you only have to wait one week for Millennium to come back with more, exciting action.
Bea Torres:
Good night people!
Jessi Idol: "Proof that her loss last week was just a minor setback, and without that distaction...Who knows?"
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, but that was her mistake, not anyone else's."
Jessi Idol: "Fair enough..."
Peyton Holland: "Let me spend a word on Tobie though. She looked great tonight, and showed how tough she is by continuing with the match even after that incident."
Jessi Idol: "Very true. She might have lost the match, but surely she gained further respect from these amazing fans."
Killswitch Engage’s “No End in Sight” plays and the crowd immediately jump up as the MWE Champion, Melissa Reeves, makes her way out. She confidently strides down the ramp, the title over her shoulder, and jogs up the ring steps.
Peyton Holland:
Here comes the champ!
Jessi Idol:
She seems in a good mood, for once.
Though not booked tonight, she’s still obviously got something to say for herself.
Melissa Reeves:
Good evening, Sacramento!
Cheap pop, but the crowd cheer for that. Reeves smirks a tad.
Melissa Reeves:
Thank you for the warm welcome, it’s always nice to appear here in California, the place I call home now.
She adjusts the title and looks to the camera.
Melissa Reeves:
And home seems to be a theme here lately, huh? Just last week we saw Bobbi Jackson waltzing in, talking about taking me on in my home company...this company, Millennium. She’s not wrong though, is she? This is home.
Reeves slowly nods.
Melissa Reeves:
For as much as Chris Kane, Sero, GvB and others may hate it, I am the Millennium girl. The Mellennium girl, maybe.
She chuckles and shrugs.
Melissa Reeves:
Yeah, okay, maybe not that. Bad puns. But the point stands that this, right here, this is home and-
Suddenly the arena lights dull and Melissa immediately turns her attention to the stage out of habit.
Peyton Holland:
What in the world?
Jessi Idol:
I’m not sure...
Melissa Reeves:
Let me guess...someone’s decided to have the balls to challenge me, huh? Well save us all the time, find your balls and come on out here.
Nothing. Reeves grows impatient. Then the music hits. Familiar music, all too familiar. “Throne” by Bring Me The Horizon starts to blare over the PA system and the fans go ballistic, as they know exactly who this is. The music plays for a good thirty seconds and Reeves starts to look impatient before Gavin Grimes steps out onto the top of the entrance way and his physical appearance causes the fans to go to another level.
While fans would boo Gavin nowadays, this is different, this is his hometown that he’s always represented his entire career. Melissa, though, is far less impressed. Her scorn is clear, her eyes fixed on the man.
Peyton Holland:
Whoa! Is this the big new signing that Chloé was talking about on Twitter?
Jessi Idol:
I have no idea but if it is, this is HUGE!
Gavin, who already has a mic in hand, raises it up to his lips and the music fades out but the fans continued to cheer their hometown hero. He waits for them to die down before he finally begins to speak.
Gavin Grimes:
Goddamn, it feels good to be HOME!
Another cheap pop comes from the crowd, this time for him, before Gavin continues on.
Gavin Grimes:
Speaking of homes… I heard you loud and clear, Melissa. You brought up all of those so-called top contenders you had to get through to get where you are. None of them are me, by the way! And then you mentioned Bobbi Jackson waltzing into your home and challenging you for your Millennium Championship. You seem a bit offended by it, don’t you? Hey, I don’t blame you, she’s trash, though you aren’t better.
Boos come from different parts of the crowd, though the home crowd love Gavin, they also love their champion and top draw, Melissa Reeves.
Gavin Grimes:
Anyway, let me get to the point here. You want a real challenge for your MWE Championship? Well, you’re looking at him. And unlike Bobbi Jackson, I can waltz into this company, into YOUR home and challenge you for it, simply because I’m Gavin Grimes and I’ve earned that right with my body of work. You got that? Did you hear it all loud and clear or do I have to repeat myself for you?
Reeves takes her time before bothering to reply. Where her face had been thunderous moments ago, her snarky side takes over as she raises the microphone.
Melissa Reeves:
Oh look, captain failure is here.
She taps her chin, then grins.
Melissa Reeves:
And what a shocking surprise of epic proportions, Gavin Grimes in Millennium!! Wowee, look you guys. What isn’t a shock, though, is you arriving and immediately start going on about things you did in the past. You really could have saved us all the time, sent in a recording of a promo you already cut. Let’s cut to the point, what you did before doesn’t matter. What does matter is that here and now, I am the champion. This is my company, my world.
She looks out into the crowd.
Melissa Reeves:
So let me guess, you’re van Beek’s big plan? What a joke; hire a guy who ran the company down not all that long ago. What, did you promise to marry her or something? I suppose it was the only way she was going to get any, but still...what happened to you, huh?
She leans in against the ropes.
Melissa Reeves:
Actually, don’t bother answering that. Truth is, I don’t care. You want a shot? Fine by me. See, unlike you, I’m not a coward that hides behind the suits. You won’t catch me standing on the outside of the cage while battle rages on. I’ll be where I always am, son. Standing in the middle of the ring, ready to kick some poor bastard’s ass.
Gavin laughs and shakes his head in disbelief before he responds.
Gavin Grimes:
Oh Melissa, you can keep on acting high and mighty but we both know how you originally won that championship around your waist. You took advantage of an opportunity, just like I did outside of that cage in Underground. So, don’t try and act like you’re some innocent person. You beat a tired and beaten down man to become the Millennium Champion. But now that you’ve accepted my challenge? You won’t get that opportunity. You have to face me, one on one, face to face and I will be completely fresh. You can’t and won’t beat me. Not again. Never again. I’ll be the Millennium Champion that this places deserves… No, the Millennium Champion it needs!”
Gavin smirks before motioning his hands around his waist as if there was a championship around his waist.
Melissa Reeves:
See, that’s where you’re wrong. I won this-
She raises the title high.
Melissa Reeves:
...through naught but my own sheer willpower and determination, two things you utterly lack. It is true that you’ve defeated me before, as equally it’s true that I have defeated you. The difference - though - is that I’ve found a new, higher level since then, while all you’ve done is fallen further and further away from the lofty position you once held. I have found a ruthlessness that you yourself may have once had, while you replaced it with cowardice and selling yourself out to be a pawn. It only takes a cursory glance to see how you so desperately claw and try to cling on these days.
Lowering the title now, Reeves smirks.
Melissa Reeves:
So you hang onto that past, Grimes, because I will be the one writing the future.
Gavin laughed and shook his head.
Gavin Grimes:
The only thing you’re writing right now is a check that your ass can’t cash. Believe whatever the hell you want but at the end of the day? I’m still the original Cult Classic, still the Captain, still the CHOSEN ONE! I’m still the guy the entire wrestling word respects and worships. But you? You’re just the girl who used me back in the day at Vengeance Pro to get some rub on your name. Don’t get it twisted.
Gavin raised the mic in the air and dropped it before pointing at Mel and mourning the words, ‘watch your back!’
Jessi Idol:
A true war of words, right here tonight.
Peyton Holland:
And Gavin laid the gauntlet down, that’s for sure. Time will tell whether Melissa was wise to accept his challenge.
Melissa throws the title back onto her shoulder, shaking her head at him. She holds both arms out as if to challenge him there and then, but he’s smarter than to rise to that. As he leaves, she calls him a coward.
Peyton Holland:
Here comes the champ!
Jessi Idol:
She seems in a good mood, for once.
Though not booked tonight, she’s still obviously got something to say for herself.
Melissa Reeves:
Good evening, Sacramento!
Cheap pop, but the crowd cheer for that. Reeves smirks a tad.
Melissa Reeves:
Thank you for the warm welcome, it’s always nice to appear here in California, the place I call home now.
She adjusts the title and looks to the camera.
Melissa Reeves:
And home seems to be a theme here lately, huh? Just last week we saw Bobbi Jackson waltzing in, talking about taking me on in my home company...this company, Millennium. She’s not wrong though, is she? This is home.
Reeves slowly nods.
Melissa Reeves:
For as much as Chris Kane, Sero, GvB and others may hate it, I am the Millennium girl. The Mellennium girl, maybe.
She chuckles and shrugs.
Melissa Reeves:
Yeah, okay, maybe not that. Bad puns. But the point stands that this, right here, this is home and-
Suddenly the arena lights dull and Melissa immediately turns her attention to the stage out of habit.
Peyton Holland:
What in the world?
Jessi Idol:
I’m not sure...
Melissa Reeves:
Let me guess...someone’s decided to have the balls to challenge me, huh? Well save us all the time, find your balls and come on out here.
Nothing. Reeves grows impatient. Then the music hits. Familiar music, all too familiar. “Throne” by Bring Me The Horizon starts to blare over the PA system and the fans go ballistic, as they know exactly who this is. The music plays for a good thirty seconds and Reeves starts to look impatient before Gavin Grimes steps out onto the top of the entrance way and his physical appearance causes the fans to go to another level.
While fans would boo Gavin nowadays, this is different, this is his hometown that he’s always represented his entire career. Melissa, though, is far less impressed. Her scorn is clear, her eyes fixed on the man.
Peyton Holland:
Whoa! Is this the big new signing that Chloé was talking about on Twitter?
Jessi Idol:
I have no idea but if it is, this is HUGE!
Gavin, who already has a mic in hand, raises it up to his lips and the music fades out but the fans continued to cheer their hometown hero. He waits for them to die down before he finally begins to speak.
Gavin Grimes:
Goddamn, it feels good to be HOME!
Another cheap pop comes from the crowd, this time for him, before Gavin continues on.
Gavin Grimes:
Speaking of homes… I heard you loud and clear, Melissa. You brought up all of those so-called top contenders you had to get through to get where you are. None of them are me, by the way! And then you mentioned Bobbi Jackson waltzing into your home and challenging you for your Millennium Championship. You seem a bit offended by it, don’t you? Hey, I don’t blame you, she’s trash, though you aren’t better.
Boos come from different parts of the crowd, though the home crowd love Gavin, they also love their champion and top draw, Melissa Reeves.
Gavin Grimes:
Anyway, let me get to the point here. You want a real challenge for your MWE Championship? Well, you’re looking at him. And unlike Bobbi Jackson, I can waltz into this company, into YOUR home and challenge you for it, simply because I’m Gavin Grimes and I’ve earned that right with my body of work. You got that? Did you hear it all loud and clear or do I have to repeat myself for you?
Reeves takes her time before bothering to reply. Where her face had been thunderous moments ago, her snarky side takes over as she raises the microphone.
Melissa Reeves:
Oh look, captain failure is here.
She taps her chin, then grins.
Melissa Reeves:
And what a shocking surprise of epic proportions, Gavin Grimes in Millennium!! Wowee, look you guys. What isn’t a shock, though, is you arriving and immediately start going on about things you did in the past. You really could have saved us all the time, sent in a recording of a promo you already cut. Let’s cut to the point, what you did before doesn’t matter. What does matter is that here and now, I am the champion. This is my company, my world.
She looks out into the crowd.
Melissa Reeves:
So let me guess, you’re van Beek’s big plan? What a joke; hire a guy who ran the company down not all that long ago. What, did you promise to marry her or something? I suppose it was the only way she was going to get any, but still...what happened to you, huh?
She leans in against the ropes.
Melissa Reeves:
Actually, don’t bother answering that. Truth is, I don’t care. You want a shot? Fine by me. See, unlike you, I’m not a coward that hides behind the suits. You won’t catch me standing on the outside of the cage while battle rages on. I’ll be where I always am, son. Standing in the middle of the ring, ready to kick some poor bastard’s ass.
Gavin laughs and shakes his head in disbelief before he responds.
Gavin Grimes:
Oh Melissa, you can keep on acting high and mighty but we both know how you originally won that championship around your waist. You took advantage of an opportunity, just like I did outside of that cage in Underground. So, don’t try and act like you’re some innocent person. You beat a tired and beaten down man to become the Millennium Champion. But now that you’ve accepted my challenge? You won’t get that opportunity. You have to face me, one on one, face to face and I will be completely fresh. You can’t and won’t beat me. Not again. Never again. I’ll be the Millennium Champion that this places deserves… No, the Millennium Champion it needs!”
Gavin smirks before motioning his hands around his waist as if there was a championship around his waist.
Melissa Reeves:
See, that’s where you’re wrong. I won this-
She raises the title high.
Melissa Reeves:
...through naught but my own sheer willpower and determination, two things you utterly lack. It is true that you’ve defeated me before, as equally it’s true that I have defeated you. The difference - though - is that I’ve found a new, higher level since then, while all you’ve done is fallen further and further away from the lofty position you once held. I have found a ruthlessness that you yourself may have once had, while you replaced it with cowardice and selling yourself out to be a pawn. It only takes a cursory glance to see how you so desperately claw and try to cling on these days.
Lowering the title now, Reeves smirks.
Melissa Reeves:
So you hang onto that past, Grimes, because I will be the one writing the future.
Gavin laughed and shook his head.
Gavin Grimes:
The only thing you’re writing right now is a check that your ass can’t cash. Believe whatever the hell you want but at the end of the day? I’m still the original Cult Classic, still the Captain, still the CHOSEN ONE! I’m still the guy the entire wrestling word respects and worships. But you? You’re just the girl who used me back in the day at Vengeance Pro to get some rub on your name. Don’t get it twisted.
Gavin raised the mic in the air and dropped it before pointing at Mel and mourning the words, ‘watch your back!’
Jessi Idol:
A true war of words, right here tonight.
Peyton Holland:
And Gavin laid the gauntlet down, that’s for sure. Time will tell whether Melissa was wise to accept his challenge.
Melissa throws the title back onto her shoulder, shaking her head at him. She holds both arms out as if to challenge him there and then, but he’s smarter than to rise to that. As he leaves, she calls him a coward.
Tag Team Match
Duke Andrews & Chris Constantine Jr VS Victoria Salinas & Bethany Driver
Last week, both Andrews and Constantine had to bend some rules to come out on top in their matches, respectively against Salinas and Driver. Tonight, the two girls had the chance to get a little bit of revenge on the opponents who seemed to have some problems deciding who should start the match. At the end of the little argument, Duke was the chosen one, although Constantine didn’t seem too convinced, or pleased, with this. On the other corner, Victoria and Bethany didn’t have the same issue, with the Vainglorious One gladly letting her partner starting things off. The Lockdown Champion immediately broke the clinch with a knee to the stomach, throwing Bethany in a neutral corner and starting to kick and stomp her down. The referee had to physically put himself between the two after Duke constantly refused to stop, even after all the warnings he gave him. Andrews shook his head and pushed the referee away, picking up Driver and suplexing her. He then floated into a cover, getting barely a two count out of it. Despite the initial misunderstanding, Andrews and Constantine showed somewhat of a chemistry, or at least a solid strategy. Quick tags, direct strikes and a lot of pinfall attempts to wear the opponent down. Chris went particularly close to the win when he connected his American Strong Piledriver. He probably would have obtained the three count if it wasn’t for Victoria coming to the rescue and breaking up the pin. CCJ didn’t take it well, arguing first with the referee, yelling at him to count faster. Then he turned to his partner, asking him why he didn’t stop Victoria from interfering. In all response, Duke shrugged his shoulder. While he was busy pointing the finger, Bethany slowly crawled to her corner and made the tag. Victoria entered the ring and rushed at Constantine, taking him down with a clothesline. The former Riot superstar changed the pace of the match, showing off her acrobatic skills and taking Chris down with a hurricanrana. She immediately charged at him, ducked the clothesline he tried to stop her with and jumped on the middle rope, knocking him down with a Springboard Busaiku Knee. CCJ kicked out of the pinning predicament, and tried to reach his corner, but Salinas grabbed his foot and dragged him back to the center of the ring. The son of the legendary Chris Constantine tried to gain back control, poking the Montana born in the eye and lifting her with a suplex. A few more right hands followed and then he sent her against the turnbuckle, tagging Andrews in and taking turns to chop her. At the end of the five seconds, he left the ring, and Duke powerbombed Victoria against the turnbuckle, picking her up in a fireman’s carry position and dropped her down with a Death Valley Driver. Victoria desperately needed to make the tag, finding the chance to do so after a little miscommunication between her opponents. Duke wanted to make the tag. but Chris was busy talking with Olivia, giving Victoria the chance to elbow the Lockdown Champion in the stomach and smash his face against the turnbuckle. Chris tried to enter the ring as well, but a dropkick from the Vainglorious knocked him on the floor. Nobody was now on her way to her corner, where Bethany was waiting, eager to come back into action, refreshed and ready to kick some ass. In this case, Constantine’s, who eventually took the tag cursing at his partner. Miss MurderGraps was on fire, throwing everything she had at CCJ. Elbows and punches, knees and kicks, an array of strikes concluded with The B-A-DDT (Double Underhook DDT). Andrews broke up the pin with a kick to the back, and as soon as the referee turned his attention to him, Chris called his wife. With a scene that had become quite familiar amongst the Millennium fans, Olivia went to hand him the brass knuckle… A figure hopped the barricade and, moving quickly, grabbed Olivia’s arm before she could give her husband the foreign object and twisted it behind her back, causing her to lose the grasp on it. The brass knuckle fell on the floor, and the noise it produced, as well as Chris screaming the hooded figure to leave her wife alone, turned everyone’s attention to what was going on outside. The first to react was Bethany, who quickly rolled her opponent shoulders down on the mat. The referee started the count and Victoria made sure Duke couldn’t interfere this time, knocking him down with a dropkick. WINNER: Bethany Driver & Victoria Salinas BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 16:08 |
A shocked Chris Constantine pops up to his feet, glancing quickly at the referee and then turning the attention back to his wife, who’s still screaming. It’s only now that the person lets her go, pushing her forward. Then, with a swift gesture, they remove the hoodie covering their face. A collective gasp as they recognize the woman as Helena Noir, the last Liberty Champion. The Swedish born wrestler smiles at the flabbergasted Constantine, before removing the hoodie and throwing it into the crowd. Then, without saying a word, she leaves.
Peyton Holland:0
Oh my God..
Jessi Idol:
Bethany and Victoria won the match with an unexpected help from none other than Helena Noir"
Peyton Holland:
We were teased with one big signing, and we witnessed two former world champions joining the Green Brand.
Jessi Idol:
What a night this has been Pey... Shame it came to an end already.
Peyton Holland:
Well, you only have to wait one week for Millennium to come back with more, exciting action.
Bea Torres:
Good night people!