Riot in Pennsylvania

Riot in Pennsylvania Oct 20, 2019 19:08:57 GMT -6

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Post by gvb on Oct 20, 2019 19:08:57 GMT -6

Riot in Pennsylvania
Live from Bryce Jordan Center in University Park, PA
Saturday, October 19th, 2019

Singles Match

Krissy Spencer VS Rome Endrizzi

The opening match of the night saw two competitors who have been going through a tough time recently squaring off. The two competitors locked up in the center of the ring, Kristina hitting Rome with a knee to the abdomen as the young man was pushing her against the ropes. A couple of right hands, and then she tried to send Rome against the ropes with an irish whip but Rome didn’t move. Again she pulled with no success, getting dragged into a lariat by Endrizzi. The purebred fighter connected a quick series of punches, adding in some kicks to the sides before knocking her down with a spinning backfist. He then dropped into a cover, getting a two count out of it.

Kristina took control in the central part of the match once again with a cheap shot missed by the referee, a mule kick hitting Rome right in the jewels while the referee was fixing the protective pad on the turnbuckle she removed. She then smashed Rome’s face against that same corner, luckily for the New York born the pad was back in his place by then. Once again Krissy drove his head against the corner, spinning Endrizzi around and landing two hard chops against his chest. Running to the opposite corner and then back at him, she kicked his face with a running Yakuza Kick. With the opponent down, she then proceeded to climb to the top rope and jump onto his chest with a double foot stomp, covering him with a lateral press. Rome powered out in two and pulled himself up, catching the opponent with a right hand. Spencer fought back with one of her own, but a striking contest with Rome Endrizzi was really the last thing she wanted. He easily got the upper hand, landing a series of four consecutive strikes before sending her against the ropes and sending her over his head with a back body drop. He then turned around and charged at her, determined to kick her head in the first row with a soccer kick, dodged by Krissy who quickly pinned him with a schoolboy for another near fall.

After hitting the Air Crazy (Springboard Stunner), Kristina trapped her opponent in her Extreme PMS. The Crippler Crossface was applied right in the middle of the ring,making it extremely hard for Rome to reach the ropes. Nonetheless, he tried to drag himself there, slowly making his way to the much needed break. The closer he got, the more she wrenched his neck, to the point that Rome looked like he was going to tap out. Instead, he rolled over, pinning Spencer’s shoulder to the mat and forcing her to release the hold in order to kick out. After getting this close to the win, Kristina started showing some frustration, opening herself to making mistakes. And Rome was quick to capitalize on it, starting another one of his vicious striking combination that ended with a standing side kick. With the opponent now stunned, he was quick to lift her in a suplex position and drop her with a DDT, closing the match with the Faded Line.

WINNER: Rome Endrizzi
BY: Pinfall (Faded Line), 6:25

The camera settles on the ring, decorated with helium balloons strung to the ring poles, a table off to the right with a boxed cake lying on top amongst a few wrapped gifts, and ribbons tied to all the ropes. Devilskins “Start a Revolution” starts to play, and out comes Heath Williams with his championship, alongside The Manic. They act differently towards the fans this time around, instead of the usual chaotic behaviour, they appear to be feeling jolly, striding down the ramp with some pep in their step.

Jacob Figgins:
Woo! It’s birfday time, Zack Attack! Man, I just love birfdays!

Zackary Dyson:
Well, I’m all for a reason to celebrate… but don’t you think Heath’s got some sort of hidden agenda? I mean, why would he be so eager to celebrate the birthday of somebody who’s been a thorn in his side the last few weeks?

Jacob Figgins:
Don’t ruin this for me, Zack! I heard there’s gonna be a clown!

The duo representing The Revolution enter the ring, and take some time soaking in the ambience of the arena. After a few moments, Heath calls for a mic, and once it’s granted to him, the music fades out.

Heath Williams:
Helllooooo Pennsylvania!

There’s a mixed reaction from the crowd, some people buy into the clear facade, while others can see right through it. Heath nods his head along with the few cheers he receives.

Heath Williams:
Look, as great as it is to be out here with all you ass-

Heath stops, and clears his throat.

Heath Williams:
All you AMAZING fans! This celebration isn’t about you, it isn’t about me, it isn’t about any of us. This celebration is about one very special lady, a real go-getter, an inspiration for all those who have no other means of inspiration, the most persistent little insect I have seen in quite some time! So without further adieu, how about we bring out the woman of the hour, huh?!

The fans burst into cheers, not a single boo throughout the entire Bryce Jordan Center, such adulation for the beloved Kelsey Spencer. The blistering guitar of her pop punk entrance theme hits, sending them into a frenzy. Moments later, Kelsey herself strides out onto the stage. She looks skeptically down the aisle as she bats away one of the helium filled balloons that has been tied to one of the fixtures.

Heath Williams:
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Cut the music! Cut the music!

Kelsey’s theme music fades out, as she stops her slow walk to the ring and stares up at Heath from the ramp inquisitively.

Heath Williams:
We can’t have the birthday girl make an entrance on her special day with that trash playing in the background! Instead, she will come down to this ring to a far more fitting tune…

Heath clears his throat, pulls The Manic in, and they huddle around the microphone.

Heath Williams & The Manic:
HAAAAAPPPPYYY BIRTHDAAAAAYYYY TO YOUUUU! Come on and sing-a-long, everybody! HAPPPYYYY BIRRRRRTHHHDAAAAY TOOOO YOUUUU!

Kelsey seems a little more than fed up as she walks her way to the ring, cautiously climbing in to stand opposite the pair. A stage hand is even kind enough to hand her a microphone of her own as she leans against the ropes in the corner, unamused.

Heath Williams & The Manic:
HAAAAPPPPYYYY BIIIRRRTTHHHDAAAY DEEEAAAAR KELSSEEEEYYY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO-

Kelsey raises her microphone to her mouth to speak, but only a light breath passes her lips. She decides to let them wrap up their song and dance before she says her piece. Heath and The Manic turn each other and grin, before looking back at Kelsey with their arms out.

Heath Williams & The Manic:
YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

Heath Williams:
Yeah! Alright!

Spencer motions to the crowd.

Kelsey Spencer:
Of course, I'm grateful for all of you wishing me a happy birthday. Thank you.

Her gaze turns to the pair she's sharing the ring with.

Kelsey Spencer:
But when it comes to you two … I don't buy this charade for a single second. Let's cut to the chase. What the hell is all this? What's your angle here? It's pretty clear that neither of you give a damn about anyone or anything but yourselves, so whatever trick you're trying to pull--

Both Heath and The Manic hold their hands to their chest, and do their very best to look offended by Kelsey’s statement.

Heath Williams:
Excuse me? We’re trying to do something nice for you! Is that such a crime? Look, Kelsey you’re being a party pooper, okay? That’s not cool! Besides, we haven’t even finished singing songs yet!

Heath pulls The Manic in once more, and again they huddle around the mic.

Heath Williams & The Manic:
Oooooooh, FOR SHE’S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW, FOR SHE’S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW, FOR SHE’S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOOOOWWWWWWW-

Kelsey Spencer:
Enough.

She gives a grunt as she steps forward, keeping a sharp eye on them. Heath puts his hands out.

Heath Williams:
Okay, okay! Not feeling the mood? That’s fine! We’ll do gifts!

Heath walks over to the table of gifts and cake, and picks up one of the carefully wrapped gifts. He takes it over to Kelsey and hands it to her, who reluctantly accepts.

Heath Williams:
Now, before you open this… remember what I said on Twitter, about getting a clown.

Kelsey shakes the box, listening to hear a light rattle. She cautiously opens it up and gives a sigh as she lifts a framed picture of her husband, Christian Michaels, out of it. Heath and The Manic burst into hysterics, as they watch Kelsey look at the gift, totally unamused.

Heath Williams:
The perfect clown, for the perfect birthday party! He was really cheap, too!

Spencer tosses the picture into the air. It lands corner-first on the canvas, spins in mid air before finally landing face down. Heath’s jaw drops, and The Manic covers her open mouth. Kelsey's not done there, though, as she glares at Heath and steps forward, the glass from the frame crunching beneath her boot.

Heath Williams:
Alright, duly noted, you aren’t the “gifts” kind of girl. That’s fine. That’s cool. But I do know… that you’re the “CAKE” kind of girl. So, how about a slice?!

Heath goes back over to the table, and opens the boxed cake. Kelsey raises an eyebrow as she looks to the surprisingly well-decorated and delicious looking cake.

Kelsey Spencer:
You can't buy my favour with desserts. I wasn't born yesterday, you know. What's gonna happen? The cake's gonna explode in my face? There's no way I'll--

She pauses mid sentence, eyeing the cake one more time.

Kelsey Spencer:
...Is that chocolate frosting?

Heath smiles.

Heath Williams:
Not JUST chocolate frosting! It’s a triple chocolate, with a gooey fudge centre and grated maltesers on top!

Kelsey makes her way to the cake, that familiar, hungry glint in her eye. However, almost as if to crush all of her hopes and dreams, before Kelsey can reach the knife to cut a slice, Heath slams the lid of the box shut.

Heath Williams:
Hold your horses, Kelsey… before you are able to sink your teeth into this delicious, scrumptious, mouth-watering triple chocolate cake… you must first tell me the whereabouts of Duncan Watts.

She looks to him, perplexed.

Kelsey Spencer:
How many times have I gotta tell--

She pauses, then nods. Something ticking over in her mind.

Kelsey Spencer:
Okay, I'll tell you where Duncan is … But first, you've gotta do something for me. Give me a birthday gift I'd actually appreciate. Face me in a match, right here, right now.

Fans let out a cheer as she turns to square up to him. She gives up a good six inches in height to the man.

Kelsey Spencer:
If you win, I'll tell you where Duncan's been hiding.

Heath clenches his jaw, and slowly walks forward.

Heath Williams:
Or… how about… YOU TELL ME WHERE THE HELL HE IS AND I WON’T DO TO YOU WHAT I DID TO CHEYENNE STARR NINE YEARS AGO AND SLAM YOUR STUPID LOOKING HEAD INTO YOUR RAT POISONED BIRTHDAY CAKE?!

Heath angrily gets in Kelsey’s face, however her gaze does not waver, and her confidence exuberates throughout the arena by way of her cocky smirk. Heath takes a deep breath and calms himself down.

Heath Williams:
Fine. I’ve squashed you twice, and I’ll squash you again. You’ve got your match.

Heath and Kelsey stare each other down, as we cut to commercial.

Singles Match

Kelsey Spencer VS Heath Williams

We come back from commercial, and immediately the bell sounds, indicating the third match between Heath Williams and Kelsey Spencer, has begun. Heath isn’t wasting any time, and rushes in with a high knee. However, Kelsey manages to duck out of the way and and nail Heath with a well-timed drop-toe-hold. As Heath slams face-first into the canvas, Spencer rises to her feet, and takes Heath’s ankle in her grip, squeezing it against her chest with an ankle lock. She holds it in place for a while, until Heath manages to crawl along and wrap his fingers around the bottom rope. Kelsey let’s go immediately, abiding to the rules.

Williams takes his time, holding onto the rope as the referee orders Spencer to take a step back. Noting where she is in the ring, Spencer glances over her shoulder to make sure The Manic is still in check. Sure enough, Williams’ insurance policy is still positioned at ringside, right by the small table which the cake had been presented on. Williams sees his spot while Spencer’s attention is diverted, rushing over and taking a swing at her.

However, through the use of what seems like instinct of the ultra variety, Spencer turns and manages to avoid the collision. The momentum generated by Williams has him spin in place, turning to face his foe at the precise moment that Spencer begins firing off stinging right hands. Williams’ head snaps back after each closed fist shot to the jaw, and he’s sent tumbling to the canvas when Spencer delivers a forearm shot from a rebound off the ropes. He climbs back to his feet to eat a dropkick, sending him staggering back to the corner.

Spencer doesn’t relent her assault. She borrows a move from her retired longtime friend Rebecca Saint, charging Williams in the corner and driving a knee deep into his gut. Gasping for air, Williams leans forward, only to have his head wrenched into a swinging neckbreaker that gets a positive reaction from the fans. Spencer goes for a pin cover following the exchange, but only manages to find a two count.

Williams stays laid out, breathing heavily, clutching his ribs, while Spencer takes a knee, and goes back to the drawing boards. As Kelsey’s contemplating her next move, Heath forces himself to make a quick recovery, and pushes himself to his feet. He towers over Kelsey, who remains knelt down, facing the opposite direction, then he slams a vicious right foot straight into her spine. He follows up with a stomp to her shoulder blade, then another to the back of her skull. He keeps up this slow, methodical pace for some time, looking not just to beat Spencer, but to hurt her. Stomp after stomp, he refuses to give her a moments peace.

The live audience voice their displeasure at the scene before them as Williams continues his sadistic assault. It would be clear to any among them who have followed his career closely that Spencer has managed to find his last nerve. He wants her defeated, and to never return to bother him again. With a handful of her hair, he yanks her to her feet. Cupping her jaw in one hand, he shouts humiliating expletives at the girl before moving to viciously smack her upside the head multiple times. The first few shots seem to batter the girl, but as the shots continue, it only appears to infuriate her.

Williams rears back for a haymaker, which Spencer blocks with a mighty thrust of her wrist. Williams is caught off guard momentarily as Spencer brushes his arm aside, kicking him in the gut in preparation for the Deprivation DDT. This action prompts The Manic to get up on the apron and let out a blood curdling shriek in a desperate attempt to garner Kelsey’s attention. It works, shocking Kelsey into releasing the hold and spinning around. She stomps over, getting up in Manic’s face and exchanging a few heated words. The referee approaches the scene too and demands that Manic get down from the apron.

Heath charges up behind Kelsey, ready to tackle her into the ground and pummel her. Though, Spencer catches wind of his attack at the very last second and steps aside, allowing Williams to go colliding with The Manic, sending the masked woman soaring from the apron, straight onto the cake, and through the table below. Heath takes a step back, realizing his mistake as he stares down at his manager, who’s covered in triple chocolate cake, and writhing around in pain.

Fans erupt in laughter at the sight of The Manic involuntarily eating frosting. Their laughter’s soon replaced with excitement as Spencer loops her arm between Williams’ legs and rolls him up into a schoolboy pin position. Despite taking him by surprise and holding him in position with expertise, Spencer’s only able to keep his shoulders down for two and three-quarters. A loud sigh of disappointment reverberates from the crowd, who are chomping at the bit to see Spencer take Williams down. Knock him off his perch.

Spencer’s decade-plus of experience keeps her focused on her goal, even in the event of such a close call. Williams rolls over and back onto his feet, staggering right into a boot to the gut and the preparation of her most devastating move once more. Then, all of a sudden, a black figure comes running through the crowd, catching everybody’s attention, including Spencer’s. The figure, who is dressed from head to toe in a gimp suit, takes a microphone, and steps up onto the apron.

Zackary Dyson:
There’s only one person that could be! Duncan Watts!

Jacob Figgins:
I think you mean, The Mutt, Zacky boy!

The Mutt:
Kelsey… I’m sorry.

Spencer looks to him with a sombre expression. Almost on cue, Heath takes a grasp of Kelsey’s legs, lifting her high into the air, snapping her place, so that she’s in position for the Revolution Buster. He drops down, and Kelsey falls completely limp. Heath crawls over her, and pulls a leg, making the cover. Victory.

WINNER: Heath Williams
BY: Pinfall (Revolution Buster), 8:31

A video package opens to Bree Smith in the Halo Gym and sporting a Millennium T-Shirt on with some black yoga pants on. Bree has her Monster’s University cap on backwards with her long ponytail tucked up in there while she’s kneeling over a bench with her left leg. Bree begins to curl quite a heavy weight that it alarms a few guys in the background.

Bree Smith:
Sup, guys. I’m just finishing my set here.

And Bree ends her set with a last few curls before putting the weight down on the bench. She exhales and stands up straight before patting the dumbbell she just curled.

Bree Smith:
Just doing the workout that got me so many eliminations in the battle royale. Staying tough and in shape because I’m coming for Millennium gold. I’m basically the last Smith to get any wrestling gold, I’ve expanded my schedule to Florida, I’m serious about becoming a champion. I won’t let defeat beat me..

She readjusts one of her weight lifting gloves.

Bree Smith:
Despite setback after setback. After setback, after setback...after setback...I’m still here and persevering. And whether my next match is on the Homecoming tour or Riot, Millennium Wrestling gold is something I’m just not going to stop fighting for it..

And now Bree moves over to a full barbell to get ready to start her deadlifts.

Bree Smith:
So when I’m back in the Millennium ring, with Teagan or solo, I’m going to be in Bree Shape.

As the camera cuts and a little logo of BreeShape spins around and around before thudding into place as if it smashed into the camera.

Singles Match

Alan Envy VS Tiny Des

In four days, Alan Envy will be challenging Jordan Parker-Kane for the Southside Lonestar Championship as Millennium will be airing from Dallas. Tonight’s his chance to build some momentum and boost his moral walking into the title match, as he takes on Tiny Des. Looking extremely focused and in great shape, Envy didn’t waste any time, immediately asserting himself with his hard hitting style. Destiny was pulling herself up, stunned after Alan’s kicking combination when the Show Stealer grabbed her arm and fired her against the ropes, catching her with a sidewalk slam right into a cover for the first near fall of the match. Then Alan pulled her up by the head, taking it too slow and giving her the opportunity to counter it with a jaw breaker. Alan stumbled backwards and Des charged at him with a dropkick, sending him through the ropes and out of the ring, where she reached him with a Slingshot Plancha.

Figgins quickly rolled Envy back in the ring, not after smashing his face on the apron. Jumping on the top rope, she used it as a springboard to jump back in with a beautiful 450 splash, but it wasn’t enough to keep Alan down. Des’ speed seemed to create more than some issues to Envy, a good news for Jordan Parker-Kane who, no doubt, was watching the match. A series of quick kicks before hitting the ropes and ducking his clothesline attempt and bouncing back from the opposite side with the springboard reverse ddt she calls Destiny Drop. Once again she went for the cover, and just like before, Alan powered out in two. Envy’s reaction came prompt and strong with some heavy punches to the ribs and chops, setting Tiny up for the Gordbuster.

The LCW Lonestar Champion dominated the last part of the match, with Des’ only chance to turn things around with the Leveler (Counter Leg Lariat). She tried to capitalize on that break, but Alan quickly reversed the irish whip attempt catching her with the Pop Up Death Valley Driver as she came back for the ropes. A moment before the three Tiny Des kicked out, surviving for the time being. The inertia of the match was all on Alan’s side, and it wasn’t long after the Pop Up DVD that Envy put the seal on this match with his patented Evenflow DDT. The Envious Demise claimed another victim, and Alan celebrated raising the two Lonestar Championship over his head. Will he still owe the both of them after Wednesday? Time will tell.

WINNER: Alan Envy
BY: Pinfall (Envious Demise), 6:09

After a commercial break, we cut to the locker room of The Revolution. Heath leans up against his locker with a smirk on his face, while The Mutt stands in front of him, The Manic to their right, trying her best to get all of the cake from earlier off of her with a towel.

Heath Williams:
Now, get on all fours.

The Mutt reluctantly does as it’s told and climbs down on all fours.

Heath Williams:
And bark like a dog.

The Mutt hesitates.

Heath Williams:
I said, bark like a goddamn dog.

The Mutt:
Woof woof.

Heath shrugs his shoulders, shakes his head.

Heath Williams:
Weak. You can do better than that.

The Manic looks over at them, frustrated, having a difficult time getting the cake off her clothes.

The Manic:
How about we get him to do something useful instead?

Heath tilts his head.

Heath Williams:
Like?

The Manic:
Like clean this freakin’ cake off of my dress. Do you know how much Hot Topic sells these for?!

Heath gestures to The Mutt, indicating that it go over and do as The Manic instructs. It crawls over, and reaches for the towel, but The Manic shakes her head.

The Manic:
Nuh-uh, dog’s clean with their tongues.

The Mutt halts, and Heath and The Manic laugh.

Heath Williams:
Oh hey, and when you’re done, you can clean my championship. I forbid you to use your tongue for that, though.

Heath frowns, and looks around. A look of worry overcomes his face as he takes a step forward, his head frantically darting around in all different directions.

Heath Williams:
Where’s my title? Where the HELL is my title?!

Heath turns to The Manic.

Heath Williams:
Did you grab it from the timekeeper’s area after we left?

The Manic:
Um… no…

Heath Williams:
Why the hell not?!

The Manic doesn’t respond, and awkwardly looks at the ground. Heath slams a fist against his locker in a fit of rage. He leans his head against it for a moment, taking deep breaths, trying to keep his cool.

The Manic:
Hey, it’s gotta be around here some-

Heath slams both fists against the locker this time, before spinning heel and turning to The Manic, his face red as a beetroot.

Heath Williams:
SOMEWHERE?! SOMEWHERE?! SOMEWHERE ISN’T HERE YOU IDIOT! ARGH! HOW THE HELL IS THIS HAPPENING?! WHERE THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO BEGIN!? IT COULD BE ANYWHERE FROM HERE TO TIM BUCK MOTHERFRICKIN’ TWO BY NOW GODDAMN IT!

The Manic takes a step back, as if the flames from Heath’s anger are too hot for her to handle. The Mutt cowers also, fleeing behind The Manic’s legs with a whimper. Heath’s attention darts towards The Mutt.

Heath Williams:
Hold on a second…

Heath leans forward, extending his arm out to The Mutt.

Heath Williams:
Come smell my hand.

The Mutt:
H-huh?

Heath Williams:
MUTT'S DON’T TALK!

The Mutt cowers and whimpers again.

Heath Williams:
Smell. My. Hand.

The Mutt peers up at The Manic, who refuses to grant it eye contact, then crawls over to Heath, and extends its neck out, it’s nostrils flaring as it sniffs Heath’s hand.

Heath Williams:
Now, keep that scent… AND GO FIND MY CHAMPIONSHIP! GO BOY, HURRY!

The Mutt hesitates, trying to understand why Heath would think it’s able to do everything that a real dog can do.

Heath Williams:
NOW! OR GOD SO HELP ME I WILL TAKE OFF MY SHOES AND BEAT YOU WITH THEM!

The Mutt rushes out the door on all floors, almost sliding around the corner in the process.

The Manic:
Now what?

Heath Williams:
I’ll follow it. You stay here and get yourself cleaned up. Oh, and for god’s sake, put on some different clothes for once.

The Manic screws up her face, taking offence to the comment, while Heath ignores the reaction and runs out of the room.

Singles Match

Jay Gallagher VS Jet Blanchard

The third act of the Nightfall Rising versus Jetpack rivalry saw Jay Gallagher taking on Jet Blanchard in what promised to be a fast paced match. And in fact the two competitors spent the whole first minute rolling from a pinning predicament into the other, each of them trying to surprise the opponent. The referee had a hard time keeping track of the action, calling an endless series of two that only came to an end after Jet’s failed Crucifix Pin attempt. The two stared at each other while the Pennsylvania fans applauded their effort. Donovan Keane and Penelope Kaplan at ringside kept cheering on their respective partner as they locked up in the middle of the ring. A sequence of chain wrestling later and Jet took the opponent on the mat with a hip toss, following up with a legdrop. Gallagher rolled out of the ring to regroup, Blanchard followed him outside finding Donnie in front of him, asking him to give his partner a break. Jet tried to walk past the other member of Nightfall who kept moving on his way, pissing off both Blanchard and the referee with his interference. It wasn’t an end in itself, as it allowed Jay to crawl around the corner and enter the ring, unseen by his opponent. Hitting the ropes on the opposite side, Gallagher then flew through the ropes, wiping out Jet with a suicide dive.

That allowed Jay to keep control of the first part of the match, scoring a near fall with his Sitout Inverted Suplex Slam. Both him and Donnie on the outside complained with the referee, believing that it should have been a three count despite the evidence. This gave Jet the chance to recover, reaching the corner and pulling himself up. Noticing that the opponent was now back on his feet, Jay rushed into the corner, eating an elbow from the Jetpack member. For a second time Jay charged in, this time Jet lifted himself up and placed his feet on Gallagher’s chest, stomping him to the mat. Using his natural charisma to rally the fans behind him, Blanchard kept building some momentum with a series of three lariat, taking Jay down each time the Nightfall kid pulled himself up. Jay tried a sort of reaction, but Jat caught him with a seated jawbreaker that left him standing groggily. Until Blanchard knocked him down with a Spinning Wheel Kick, getting as close as it gets to the three count.

Things didn’t look well for Jay, his opponents was dominating the match as we were getting closer to the ten minutes mark. A tornado DDT left him laying in the middle of the ring, slowly trying to get up to a vertical position. Jet was waiting for that moment on the apron, ready to jump in for his Oh Good Lord (Springboard Lariat). But when he tried, he wasn’t able to perform the move as Donovan grabbed his foot. The fans boos for this umpteenth interference turned into cheers as Penny took Keane down with a lariat. Finally Jet was free to go for his finisher, but Jay had enough time to recuperate and intercept him with a superkick in mid air. Wasting no time, Gallagher picked him up and lifted him over his shoulders, connecting the Jay Walking (Fireman’s Carry Into Overhead Kick). The member of Nightfall Rising made the cover, hooking the leg and picking up the win.

WINNER: Jay Gallagher
BY: Pinfall (Jay Walking), 9:47

Backstage we see Dean Smith wearing his You Bring The Fight, I End It. shirt with some smart jeans, tailored to him and the Invictus Championship prominently featured on his shoulder.

Dean Smith:
Hello, Millennium fans. I’m here despite the fact I haven’t got a match tonight, despite there is no Invictus rules matches slated for tonight either, because the champion shows up.

Dean stands back, comfortably in front of the camera, a Riot background behind him. Dean momentarily glances at someone off to the right and then refocuses on the camera ahead.

Dean Smith:
I got my win back last week against Meg, a champion in her own right. I’m keeping my eyes out on everyone in action tonight. Maybe you’ll see me in the ring with Rome, Krissy, who knows? As Champion, I’m here to take on anyone After the mystery opponent blip, I’ve gotten better, I’m keeping a wider scope to make sure that never, ever happens again.

Singles Match

Henri Black VS Crystal Hilton

A lot of curiosity surrounded the debut of Henri Black on Riot. The German born wrestler made quite a name for himself in the past years in Montreal and AXN, sharing part of his career path with that Helena Noir who debuted on the green brand last wednesday. Christina Rose was his not so welcoming committee, charging right off the gate with a forearm strike that caught Black off guard. She landed a few more shots, going then for an irish whip countered by Henri who then leveled her with a big boot. Taking his time he pulled her up, getting hit with a right hand to the jaw from Rose. A flash in the pan, quickly frustrated by a knee to the stomach followed by a snap suplex, earning a two count. Firmly in control, he shoved Christina in the corner and charged in for a clothesline, lifting her on the top rope and giving another display of his technical prowess with a super belly to back suplex. When a dazed Blossoming Rose started pulling herself up, Black charged in with a Shining Wizard, knocking her back up. Hooking both legs for a deep cover, he made another attempt to put her away, but it still wasn’t enough to keep Christina down.

The dominant start only boosted Henri’s already at an all-time high confidence. He started toying with the opponent, arrogantly pushing her down with the sole of his boot whenever she was trying to pull herself up. This earned him the first boos from the Riot fans, who showered him in applauses for the first part of his match. Not that he seemed to care, as he once again dragged his opponent back to her feet. Rose found some pride to react, rocking Black with a headbutt to the bridge of the nose. Henri backed down, checking for any blood loss and lowering his guard as Christina hit him with a back kick that doubled the Blackstar over. A front rising kick to the chest brought him back up to a standing position, right where she wanted him to connect her Chick Kick called Flashing Lights. Quickly, she dropped into a cover, obtaining her first near fall.

The moment was favorable to Christina, who strung together a series of two counts using her speed to her advantage. Black always kicked out with authority, sign that he was still in this match, only looking for a window of opportunity to turn the tides. His chance seemed to come when he caught Rose’s leg after a kick attempt, but before he could even think of what to do next, Christina knocked him down with an enziguri. The former Crystal Hilton went for her Smell The Roses (Handspring Standing Moonsault), finding Henri’s knees waiting for her. Quickly Black rolled her into a cover, but she managed to kick out once again, despite being visibly in pain, clutching her mid-section with both hands. Henri stalked her, wrapping his hands around her waist and lifting her with a German Suplex, keeping the hold for a second one, and a third completing the sequence. Instead of going for the pin, he took a couple of steps back, allowing Christina to start pulling herself up. She was on her knees when he charged in for the Black Sacrament (Running Yakuza Kick). Three seconds later and the referee was raising his arm in victory.

WINNER: Henri Black
BY: Pinfall (Black Sacrament), 8:58

The Mutt is seen running through the halls, sniffing the ground, and following the trail of Heath’s scent. Heath follows, not too far behind. Stage hands and other members of the production crew watch on, unsettled by the grown man running around in a gimp suit. The Mutt stops at a young man with long hair, classic stoner type. It begins viciously sniffing at the man’s shoe, as Heath stops.

Heath Williams:
What is it boy?! Does this man have my title?!

The Mutt:
Grrrrrrrrr, woof woof.

Stoner:
Hey man, what’s that dog doing to my shoe, man?

The Mutt takes a chomp of the man’s ankle, dragging him to the floor as he shouts and screams.

Stoner:
Get your dog off of me, man! I ain’t done nothin’! I swear!

The Mutt tears the man’s shoe off his foot, and a little baggy of marijuana drops out on the floor. Heath leans forward and picks it up. He looks at the stoner, who backs himself up against the wall.

Stoner:
It’s purely medicinal! For my glaucoma!

Heath Williams:
Shame on you.

Heath looks over at The Mutt, who appears rather pleased with itself.

Heath Williams:
Maybe you should have been a drug dog.

The Mutt:
Ruff!

Heath bolts up.

Heath Williams:
Security! Arrest this man!

Security guards surround the man who cowers in fear against the wall.

Stoner:
No! It isn’t mine! I’m holding onto it for… uhh… my… GRANDMA!

The security refuse to listen to the stoner’s excuses and jump on top of him, cuffing his hands behind his back. Heath points in the opposite direction.

Heath Williams:
Now, boy, off to find my title!

The Mutt:
Woof!

The two scurry off down the hall, as security tend to the stoner.

No DQ Match

Saki VS Heathen Jones

The Heathen from the South is back, and he proved it last week when he came out on top in the triple threat match against Rome Endrizzi and Cameron Grey, showing a certain inclination to violence that has never been in doubt, as the infamous chain match back at Deep In The Heart against Alan Envy testified. Against him someone who made a career in Extreme environments, the first ever Empire Extreme Champion Saki. With the rules out of the window, both competitors found themselves in their favorite environment and the foreign objects quickly came into play. At the very first occasion she got, the Kawaii Deathmachine rolled out of the ring and retrieved a kendo stick, playfully twirling it in her hand before bringing it down right below his shoulders. Jones arched his back, groaning in pain and readying himself for the second swing that, no doubt, was going to come at any time. Like clockwork, here came the second shot, lower on his back. Despite the pain, Heathen stood up to his feet, standing in front of Saki who hit him a third time, horizontally on the ribs. The shot left a red mark on Heathen’s side, who still managed to block the kendo stick with his arm against his body. He pulled the stick away from Saki’s hand and broke it in half against his knees. The Singapore Mauler rushed on the attack, running right into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from the demon from the south.

We were not even five minutes in this match and the ring was already covered with a carpet of chairs, thrown into the ring and piled up by Heathen who was now manhandling Saki with some heavy boots to the chest as she was sitting in the corner. Moments later, he hit her with a violent knee to the guts that literally lifted her from the canvas. Pushing her head between his legs, he then set her up for a running powerbomb, obviously on the chairs he previously arranged. The former Empire Extreme Champion avoided disaster countering the powerbomb into a hurricanrana. Heathen went head first onto the chair, cutting his forehead against the steel. Throwing caution out of the window (and that surprised literally nobody), Saki rolled under the bottom rope and despite the pain in her lower back after landing on the pile of chairs, she jumped back in with a springboard shooting star pressed, making the cover for a count of two.

The first hardcore match on a Riot show didn’t disappoint the fans who came here to fill the Bryce Jordan Center to capacity. A broken table was now laying in the opposite corner as the stack of chairs, and Saki was slowly crawling out of the debris after barely kicking out from Heathen’s pinfall attempt. After hitting the Hickey’s WIll (Delayed Vertical Suplex), Heathen set her up on the table and jumped from the top rope with a diving senton, and that explains the situations we now find ourselves in. Failing to put the opponent away, Jones walked now in his corner and retrieved his trusted chain, wrapping one end of it around his fist. Slowly, he walked toward his opponent, loading a right fist that started to look more and more like a death sentence for an already battered Saki. She was now back to a standing position, her back turned to her opponent completely unaware of what was going on. Just like Heathen was unaware of Cameron sliding in behind his shoulders and grabbing the other end of the long chain. When Heathen struck, Grey yanked at the chain, blocking his punch and forcing Jones to turn around, right into a loaded punch thrown with the same chain! The already stunned Jones was then spun around into a Ripcord Headbutt from the Kawaii Deathmachine, who, exhausted, fell onto him, picking up a huge victory two weeks away from the ppv.

WINNER: Saki
BY: Pinfall (Farfegnugen), 12:30

Dean Smith and his dad can be seen eating a Philly Cheesesteak together backstage. Dean still dressed as he was earlier while his Dad was in a black shirt, sports coat and jeans.

MAX SMITH:
So how’s things going with--

Max clicks his fingers as he tries to remember the name. Dean chases his bite with a sip of water and holds his phone up.

DEAN SMITH:
Her?

Max takes a bit and nods.

DEAN SMITH:
Good.

MAX SMITH:
That’s my boy.

Max pats Dean on the shoulder..Suddenly Max’s phone rings and he stands up to answer his wife.

MAX SMITH:
Your mother.

He notifies Dean of who’s calling

CINDY SMITH:
Hey! How’s everything with Dean over there?

Cindy says live backstage on the NVR show going on at the same time. Just behind her is Mariano Fernandez and Mimi before their contest. Max gets Dean in frame

MAX SMITH:
Dean’s doing well. Just watching the show, it’s been pretty hard-hitting tonight. Got him some new shoes before the show.

CINDY SMITH:
Oh good. I’m glad. You haven’t had one of those Philly cheesesteak sandwiches?

Max tucks the sandwich in his hand behind his back but some of it and the foil it’s wrapped in are visible.

MAX SMITH:
No….we went to catering and got some pasta salad or whatever that was.

CINDY SMITH:
Really? Because I can still see it behind you on that bench.

Max looks behind him to see Dean’s on the bench.

MAX SMITH:
That’s... That’s Liv Mercer’s. She’s a messy one that one.

CINDY SMITH:
Right… anyway, I’m just here with Emilia with her big match tonight and her opponent, well, one of them. Manny.

And that’s when Cindy turns the camera around to show her phone to Manny and Mimi. Max is seen in a very well lit locker room in Philadephia with Dean just in the shot.

MIMI SMITH:
Sup, Pops!

Max smiles at seeing Mimi and Dean gives her a passing glance.

FERNANDEZ:
Hey yo. How you doing, mang?

MAX SMITH:
Hey. Now listen Manny. Just because you’re opponents tonight does NOT give you the right to hurt Mimi. Dean’s not in action tonight and we can easily get a flight out there and meet you behind the curtain for, well, a stern talking to you. You get me?

Mariano makes a face as if he were a scolded child.

FERNANDEZ:
But she keeps hurting my feelings, mang.

MIMI SMITH:
I do not! He keeps calling me a boy and REFUSES to acknowledge I’m a chica.

MAX SMITH:
What’s this now?

Mariano sighs, and raises a hand asking for patience.

FERNANDEZ:
It’s because I call her mang the same way I do everyone else, chico. She keeps teasing me that way!

CINDY SMITH:
Maybe you can call Emilia Chica from now on? Like you did for Natalie and the double chica.

FRANKLIN SMITH:
Double chica?

Franklin peers around to look at Cindy perplexed but then suddenly gets it.

FRANKLIN SMITH:
Oh. That’s clever.

FERNANDEZ:
Natalie Traeger, the boss of Southside. Mimi’s bestie, mang - though apparently she is less enthusiastic about it.

MIMI SMITH:
She can be sometimes. Maybe she doesn’t like me as much now she moved away. We hardly see each other anymore.

MAX SMITH:
I’ll call you back in a bit...

Max says before hanging up and turning to Dean.

MAX SMITH:
Your mom says hi.

And he tucks back in to his cheesesteak as the scene comes to an end.

All of a sudden, as if to put the entire show on hold, The Mutt comes running down the ramp on all fours, Heath following closely. The Mutt races around the ring, and stops at the timekeeper’s area. It climbs over the barricade and jumps on top of the timekeeper, who falls back against the floor, awkwardly letting The Mutt sniff him. As Heath catches up, The Mutt begins growling in the timekeeper’s face, barking up a storm.

Heath Williams:
Where’s my Championship?! Where the hell is it?!

Timekeeper:
I don’t know what you’re talking about! I have no idea! You never came and got it back from me earlier!

Heath Williams:
Exactly! So, it should still be here! Where is it?! Where are you hiding it?!

Timekeeper:
I swear on the motherland I have no idea where it is!

Heath Williams:
Sic ‘em, boy!

Just as The Mutt’s about to bite at the Timekeeper’s face, a familiar voice is heard over the arena speakers.

Kelsey Spencer:
Woah, woah, woah… Hold on just a second.

The fans cheer as a live feed of Kelsey Spencer appears on the screen. She looks to be in a darkened part of the arena. Still showing signs of the match from earlier, her cheek is tinted yellow with bruises. Despite this, she wears a somewhat arrogant smirk as she addresses Williams.

Kelsey Spencer:
You’re looking a little angry there, Heath. What’s the matter? What happened to that happy, cheery attitude you had all week, leading up to that farce of a party you threw earlier? Don’t tell me it was a facade…

She shakes her head.

Kelsey Spencer:
I know exactly why you’re upset. You’ve lost something important to you. But, luckily … I’m not so careless. Because lookie here what I found…

She slowly raises her left arm, her smile widening as the Heath Williams Championship belt is lifted into frame. Soon enough, she’s wearing a cheeky, cheesy grin. Heath’s eyes bulge, and a group of pulsing veins appear at the sides of his head, he’s infuriated, ready to explode at the prick of a pin. Kelsey glances to the title belt in her hand, then drapes it over her shoulder as if to claim it as her own. Her smile slowly fades as she becomes serious.

Kelsey Spencer:
I had you beaten tonight, Heath Williams. I know you could feel it, too. You were one Deprivation DDT away from counting the arena lights. But, for whatever reason, Duncan saw to it that it wouldn’t come to pass. I don’t know why you did what you did, Duncan … but, I know you had your reasons.

A sombre expression lingers on her face, which she shakes clean moments later.

Kelsey Spencer:
That’s neither here nor there. The fact is, the way I see it, we’re at an impasse. We need a compromise. I have something you want - this shiny, golden belt - and you have something that I want. I know you know what I’m talking about.

A pause.

Kelsey Spencer:
MWE Homecoming! November 3, 2019 … live from the Enterprise Arena in Chicago, Illinois. It’s shaping up to be a fantastic show, full of star-studded matches … I say we add one more. I’m gonna give you a chance to get back what was taken from you! Heath Williams versus Kelsey Spencer, one more time, with this championship on the line. But, I have one condition.

She raises her index finger with her free hand, and the crowd hushes with anticipation.

Kelsey Spencer:
I want a true one-on-one match, to see which one of us is tougher. So, leave your Mutt at home…

She flashes a grin as a small chuckle passes her lips.

Kelsey Spencer:
...Oh, and tell Duncan to take the night off, too.

The audience reaction to this comment is somewhere between a gathering of high school kids and a late-90s Jerry Springer studio crowd. Kelsey lifts her chin and gives a stern nod.

Kelsey Spencer:
You want your title back? You’ve gotta be willing to fight me for it!

Heath turns around, his back facing Kelsey on the screen. The Mutt has a microphone in it’s mouth, and brings it over to Heath.

Heath Williams:
You little brat…

Heath takes a deep breath.

Heath Williams:
So be it. But I have a condition of my own.

Kelsey grins as she tightens her grip on the belt, then watches on with intrigue at Williams, who still has his back turned to her.

Heath Williams:
When I win… you quit latching onto me for life support, you stop sucking the life out of me like the parasite you are…

Heath spins heel, a look of total and utter aggression on his face.

Heath Williams:
YOU LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE FOR GOOD!

Spencer, unflinching, gives a nod.

Kelsey Spencer:
You’ve got a deal.

The moment closes with an intense stare-down between the two warriors, neither looking away for even a fraction of a second.

Singles Match

Adam Webb VS Spider

The two competitors facing in the headline match of the night walked into this match with two polar opposite frames of mind. Adam more confident than ever after successfully retaining the Junior Heavyweight Championship last against Saki in the last episode, Spider angry and frustrated after seeing another main event opportunity slipping through her fingers as she was caught in the crossfire between Eliza Valentine and Devin Hearst. If anything, all that rage bottled up in the previous weeks gave early an early edge on the Junior Champion, who was surprised by the initial aggression of Robyn Jones. She had him in the corner after a series of stiff forearm shots, now charging her hand for a hard chop that resonated through the Arena. Grabbing him by the wrist, she fired him in the opposite corner and charged in at full speed, jumping with both feet to Adam’s face with a picture perfect dropkick. She exited the ring and climbed on top, ready to leap for a frog splash, but Adam rolled under the bottom rope, getting out of the trajectory and catching his breath. Spider climbed down off the apron and patiently waited for him to come back in, a far wiser choice than chasing him out of the ring with Wren Sweet ready to distract her or interfere in some ways.

Adam found a way to turn the momentum of this match in his favor with a Pele Kick that rocked Spider, showing his athleticism and getting back to his feet with a kip up, quickly turning around and kicking the opponent on her leg. Another kick, this time with his left, caught Spider right above her hip, followed by one on the same spot on the opposite side. The series of rapid fire kicks was then completed by the roaring elbow he calls The Punching Line. For the first time since the match started, Spider was down and the champ immediately jumped into a cover, only getting a near fall. The match went on and Adam started pulling out the heavy arsenal, putting the flips on the sideline for the time. First it was an over knee gut buster, then the three amigos, the series of three snap suplexes. And after that, he tried with the Superman’s Cape (Springboard Forearm Smash). In all these circumstances, Spider raised her shoulder right after the two count, giving yet another proof of her ability to endure an inhuman amount of punishment. As to testify this, she even found the strength to resist his German Suplex attempt and break free, placing herself necy yo Adam and driving him down with a russian legsweep.

Twelve minutes in and none of these two competitors was showing sign of fatigue, or any will to slow down the pace. Adam ducked Spider’s lariat and hit the ropes, coming back with a springboard back elbow right into a backstabber from Robyn. A series of stomps to wear him down and then she went for a neckbreaker, obtaining yet another near fall. Once again she sent the opponent in the corner and charged in, but this time Adam was ready for her and raised his boot. The kick to the face stunned Jones who was now bent over, holding her jaw in pain. Webb exploded out of the corner and slammed her face first on the canvas with a running bulldog, making the cover after a springboard moonsault. Near fall after near fall, the match kept the fans on the edge of their seat until the last moment, when Adam had her on his shoulders looking for his Webbsecution (Backpack Stunner). Somehow Spider slipped away and pushed him against the ropes, catching him flush with the Spiderbite as he rebounded back, picking up a huge win against the Junior Heavyweight Champion.

WINNER: Spider
BY: Pinfall (Spiderbite), 14:07

Tag Team Match

Andrew Wilkow & Devin Hearst VS Meg Rydell & Eliza Valentine

Eliza Valentine looked perplexed as she made her way to the ring. Sure, Megan stated in multiple occasions how much she admire the current Riot Champion, but it’s no secret the young Rydell is in the hunt for the Orange Brand top prize. And she has a history of betrayals… On the opposite corner, a well established team in Devin Hearst and Andrew Wilkow, bound by a friendship and partnership in the Sandcastle Bar. Megan started things for her team, taking on the much larger Appalachian Mountain Monster. Rydell’s got the early advantage using her quickness to dodge Andrew’s heavy attacks, hitting him with swift kicks from different angles. Hitting the ropes after ducking a right hook, Megan went for a step up hurricanrana, finding the opponent ready to catch her legs as they wrapped around his neck and dropped her down on the canvas with a powerbomb. He didn’t let her go, lifting her up instead looking for a second one. This time Meg fought back with some punches to the face, breaking free and landing on her feet, stumbling back into her corner where Eliza took the tag. Meg was surprised at first, raising her hands and letting them fall asking her why, but Valentine quickly snapped her back to reality and invited Rydell to join her in kicking the big man. After four kicks each, the two women lifted Drew for a double suplex.

The Riot champion wasn’t intimidated at all by the size disadvantage against Wilkow. Keeping a quick pace, she was controlling this part of the match, until a devastating big boot changed everything. Andrew picked her up and shoved her in his corner, following with an avalanche and a series of shoulder tackles to the mid section. Hearst took the tag and entered the ring, commanding at his partner to lift her for a powerbomb into double knee backbreaker. Devin went for the pin, a light cover that easily allowed the champ to kick out. He picked her up and weakened her with some knee strikes, putting his hand under her armpit and lifting her in a suplex position, throwing her down for the Desperado (Throwing Suplex). Meg entered the ring to break the pin, but EJV had already kicked out on her own, giving further proof of her resilience. Not afraid to get into a pure brawl against a much bigger opponent, the Riot champion finally began showing what she's capable of, turning the tables with a nasty headbutt. Devin backed into his corner and quickly made the tag, yelling at Wilkow to get in and get her. Andrew answered with a resounding “Yes Boss” and stepped in, charging at Eliza who took him down with a drop-toe-hold. Moving behind him, she then connected a vicious right knee to the back of his head, making the tag to an eager Megan Rydell. A quick nod and the two girls went for a stereo superkick, Eliza to the face, Meg to the back of the head. And it was Rydell, now the legal person for her team, who made the cover with a nicely executed standing moonsault. But Andrew still had enough left in himself to kick out.

Thanks to her speed, Megan was firmly in control. Perched now on the top rope, she was waiting for Drew to get up to jump at him with a diving knee. Devin Hearst had to enter the ring and breaking the pinfall to save his team from the defeat. Valentine didn’t appreciate the intrusion and launched herself at her future opponent for the Riot Championship, taking Hearst down and pounding his face with left and rights. The former Dog Of War rolled through,switching positions as he was now the one standing on top of EJV, returning the courtesy. Megan and Wilkow were pulling themselves up with Rydell being the quickest of the two and immediately going to her partner’s rescue. A kick to the shoulder was all she managed to land, before Wilkow lifted her for a full nelson backbreaker. Eventually the referee was able to restore order, sending Devin and Eliza back in their respective corners, leaving Meg and Andrew to battle in the middle of the ring. The two competitors were trading hands, which was clearly favoring Wilkow. A running big boot from the Appalachian Mountain Monster sent Meg back against the ropes. Out of nowhere, she came back with a spinning heel kick. taking the big man down. Both competitors crawled to reach their corners, eventually making the tags.

No place for fancy moves or flips, they were just battling in an all out brawl. The Riot champion held her own against the former CWC International Champion, knocking him down with the Chick Kick only to get a count of two. Hearst blocked her foot when she went for a front kick, pushing the leg to the side and spinning Eliza, hitting her with a discus lariat. He quickly dragged her up to her feet, lifting her over his shoulders for The Comedown (Samoan Driver). The champ kicked out of this as well, but she couldn’t do the same from the following Evenflow DDT that planted her on her head. And Megan’s attempt to make the save crashed into Drew’s LARIAAAAAT.

WINNER: Devin Hearst & Andrew Wilkow
BY: Pinfall (Evenflow DDT), 18:26

Post by gvb on Oct 20, 2019 19:08:57 GMT -6

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