Post by gvb on Nov 2, 2019 20:13:11 GMT -6
MWE Presents: Homecoming -night 1
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Saturday, November 2nd, 2019
Almost one year has passed since a MWE show last aired from the venue that, for so long, was the company's only home. November 7th, the event was "A Saving Grace", the first show after the change of property, the last one from the Enterprise Arena in Chicago, property of Chuck Matthews' company. You can imagine the excitement in the air, the anticipation for the first of two nights of wrestling growing amongst the fans, waiting in the darkness engulfing the venue. The sound of a guitar comes out of the PA system, and soon the chorus starts. It's Dropkick Murphy's "The Boys Are Back", the theme song for Homecoming filling the Arena. The management has spared no expense for the Pyrotechnic display illuminating the entrance stage. Hanging over the stage, a giant metallic "M" circled in red white and blue, crossed by the name of the PPV reminding the "Riot" logo both for position and color. With a quick pan over the sold out crowd, the camera stops at the commentary table. As per tradition, all four commentators are there to call tonight's action:
Peyton Holland:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Homecoming!
Sir Figgles:
Titty croissants
Peyton Holland:
What the...
Zackary Dyson:
Peyton, meet sir Figgles, you'll get used to the weird things he says... Maybe.
Peyton Holland:
As long as he stops talking about my...
Jessi Idol:
GUYS!! Aren't you excited for tonight's show? The atmosphere is electric here in Chicago!
Zackary Dyson:
Nice saving Jessi and you're right! The fans are in for a real treat, the company's first time here in the Enterprise Arena in a year.
Peyton Holland:
And what a card we have in store. Four titles on the line, including the MWE Tag Team Championships.
Sir Figgles:
The HolligunnZ versus the McMillions, the young stallions against the old horses that seem to learn new tricks every time they step in the ring, contrary to what the old saying says.
Jessi Idol:
Pretty sure that's a dog, not a horse.
Sir Figgles:
A dog? Where? Back in my days dogs weren't allowed at wrestling shows!
Jessi Idol:
...
Peyton Holland:
...
Zackary Dyson:
... Moving on, the Junior Heavyweight Championship is also on the line tonight, in a fatal 4 way ladder match nonetheless.
Jessi Idol:
Yup, the odds seem to be against Adam Webb as he takes on Spider, Saki and the former Riot Champion Liv Mercer.
Sir Figgles:
Speaking of Riot Championship, Eliza Valentine versus Devin Hearst has all the potential to be a show stealer tonight.
Peyton Holland:
A lot of history between them, for sure. Kinda like between the two competitors clashing in our main event. Luna Smith and Tiff Rollins in a 2/3 falls for the Cloud Gate Championship.
Jessi Idol:
Things got quite personal between these two, especially after the Star Of The Night caused some issues in Rollins' private life.
Zackary Dyson:
Not the first time the Cloud Gate Champion finds herself at a psychological disadvantage. I'm confident she will come out on top this time as well.
Sir Figgles:
I don't know, Zacky.. Sure last week she picked up the win, but tonight Tiff is alone, she doesn't have Andreas Lasiewicz in her corner. Can she weather the storm of emotions she's going through?
Peyton Holland:
Well, we will find out later tonight. There's a lot more on our plate tonight. Starling vs Kane, in the last match of the two time MWE Champion in this company. Noir and Constantine in a no count out match, and much more.
Jessi Idol:
Starting with the BreeTee Committee taking on the Steeles in our opener. Make yourself comfortable guys, grab your favorite snack and drink and enjoy Homecoming!
Inside the rental car we see Bree and Teagan putting their shopping from the day out in the backseat as Teagan does a little fist bump to celebrate their successful day.
Bree Smith:
Are you driving to the show, Teegs?
Tegan Gallagher:
Unless you want to drive?
Bree Smith:
Shoot for it?
Bree says and Teagan nods in classic Teegs fashion. Both of them bring up their hands out flat and bounce their other hand off their off-hand palm three times.
Bree Smith & Teagan Gallagher:
Rock, Paper, Scissors!
Bree throws out scissors, Teagan chooses scissors as well as they both laugh clearly amused by this moment of unagi.
Teagan Gallagher:
No way!
Teagan brings out her hand again, going for a second attempt, and this time she throws out rock. Bree sticks with scissors and tries to hide the wide eyed look she has from losing.
Bree Smith:
You won, Teegs.
Teagan Gallagher:
For the first time ever!
Bree Smith:
But not the last time today, because we’re going to beat the Steeles tonight.
As Bree gets herself into the car and helps herself to one of the oreos they’ve got in the cup holder. Teagan does a little dance around the car before she jumps into the driver's seat and picks up an Oreo of her own between two fingers.
Teagan Gallagher:
Time to rock that tag team division like only we can.
Teagan places the Oreo in her mouth before she gives Bree a wink and starts the car. Bree puts on a little background music for them and sets the air conditioning just right.
Bree Smith:
I can feel this win, I know we can get it, Teegs. And then….
Bree glances over at her partner.
Bree Smith:
Tag team tournament, Teegs.
Teagan Gallagher:
I never met a tag team tournament I didn’t like.
Teagan mumbles around her mouthful of Oreo before she laughs, guiding the car down the road, and drumming up against the steering wheel with her fingers to the beat of the music.
Teagan Gallagher:
It’s been a bumpy road, but we can make it.
Bree Smith:
I think we can, although…
Bree has her phone out and is reading up on some of the potential teams joining the tournament
Bree Smith:
There might be teams like Nightfall Rising, South Texas Deathride, I’m not seeing anything about our opponents joining it, Teegs.
Before helping herself to a peanut butter stuffed oreo from the box on the dashboard as Teagan presses her lips together in a pout appearing to be giving this some thought.
Teagan Gallagher:
It’s because there won’t be anything left of them after tonight!
Bree Smith:
Teegs! Spitting fire today, Girly. I like it.
Then Bree gets a little message on her phone.
Bree Smith:
Dean just texted and said he passed us!
Teagan Gallagher:
Oh no, he didn’t!
Teagan places both of her hands on the steering wheel as she leans forward slightly like she was getting herself ready for a scene in a Fast and the Furious movie.
Teagan Gallagher:
He’s about to eat our dust!
Bree visibly falls back into her seat from the acceleration.
Bree Smith:
BreeTee Committee aren’t losing anything today!
As she encourages her partner. Teagan makes a fist bump motion with one hand while she keeps the other on the steering wheel, making her way closer to the car that Dean is driving, with every intention of passing him on their way to the arena.
Teagan Gallagher:
Today is the beginning of our journey towards victory, Bree!
Bree assists her partner by spinning the volume dial to turn up the music. Bree starts to lean out of her seat to try and peer at her brother.
Bree Smith:
VictorBree! VictorTee! VictorBree! VictorTee!
Bree begins to start chanting in the car. Teagan starts to join in
Bree & Teagan:
VictorBree! VictorTee! VictorBree! VictorTee! VictorBree! VictorTee!
As Bree’s banging on the dashboard causes the camera to shake and fall off, ending their car ride segment with the fate of the race left unknown.
Bree Smith:
Are you driving to the show, Teegs?
Tegan Gallagher:
Unless you want to drive?
Bree Smith:
Shoot for it?
Bree says and Teagan nods in classic Teegs fashion. Both of them bring up their hands out flat and bounce their other hand off their off-hand palm three times.
Bree Smith & Teagan Gallagher:
Rock, Paper, Scissors!
Bree throws out scissors, Teagan chooses scissors as well as they both laugh clearly amused by this moment of unagi.
Teagan Gallagher:
No way!
Teagan brings out her hand again, going for a second attempt, and this time she throws out rock. Bree sticks with scissors and tries to hide the wide eyed look she has from losing.
Bree Smith:
You won, Teegs.
Teagan Gallagher:
For the first time ever!
Bree Smith:
But not the last time today, because we’re going to beat the Steeles tonight.
As Bree gets herself into the car and helps herself to one of the oreos they’ve got in the cup holder. Teagan does a little dance around the car before she jumps into the driver's seat and picks up an Oreo of her own between two fingers.
Teagan Gallagher:
Time to rock that tag team division like only we can.
Teagan places the Oreo in her mouth before she gives Bree a wink and starts the car. Bree puts on a little background music for them and sets the air conditioning just right.
Bree Smith:
I can feel this win, I know we can get it, Teegs. And then….
Bree glances over at her partner.
Bree Smith:
Tag team tournament, Teegs.
Teagan Gallagher:
I never met a tag team tournament I didn’t like.
Teagan mumbles around her mouthful of Oreo before she laughs, guiding the car down the road, and drumming up against the steering wheel with her fingers to the beat of the music.
Teagan Gallagher:
It’s been a bumpy road, but we can make it.
Bree Smith:
I think we can, although…
Bree has her phone out and is reading up on some of the potential teams joining the tournament
Bree Smith:
There might be teams like Nightfall Rising, South Texas Deathride, I’m not seeing anything about our opponents joining it, Teegs.
Before helping herself to a peanut butter stuffed oreo from the box on the dashboard as Teagan presses her lips together in a pout appearing to be giving this some thought.
Teagan Gallagher:
It’s because there won’t be anything left of them after tonight!
Bree Smith:
Teegs! Spitting fire today, Girly. I like it.
Then Bree gets a little message on her phone.
Bree Smith:
Dean just texted and said he passed us!
Teagan Gallagher:
Oh no, he didn’t!
Teagan places both of her hands on the steering wheel as she leans forward slightly like she was getting herself ready for a scene in a Fast and the Furious movie.
Teagan Gallagher:
He’s about to eat our dust!
Bree visibly falls back into her seat from the acceleration.
Bree Smith:
BreeTee Committee aren’t losing anything today!
As she encourages her partner. Teagan makes a fist bump motion with one hand while she keeps the other on the steering wheel, making her way closer to the car that Dean is driving, with every intention of passing him on their way to the arena.
Teagan Gallagher:
Today is the beginning of our journey towards victory, Bree!
Bree assists her partner by spinning the volume dial to turn up the music. Bree starts to lean out of her seat to try and peer at her brother.
Bree Smith:
VictorBree! VictorTee! VictorBree! VictorTee!
Bree begins to start chanting in the car. Teagan starts to join in
Bree & Teagan:
VictorBree! VictorTee! VictorBree! VictorTee! VictorBree! VictorTee!
As Bree’s banging on the dashboard causes the camera to shake and fall off, ending their car ride segment with the fate of the race left unknown.
Tag Team Match
The BreeTee Committee VS The Steeles
Opening match for one of MWE’s most loved tag teams, the BreeTee Committee. Despite the recent adverse fortune, the love of the fans for Bree and Teagan has not slackened, welcoming the duo with a thunderous roar. Kate didn’t seem to appreciate it much, and she made sure to taunt the fan when she took Teegs down with a side headlock, controlling the first moments of the match. Teagan tried to break free, climbing back to her feet and pushing Kate against the ropes. The former Lockdown Champion held onto them and raised her leg when Gallagher came charging in, connecting her boot to the opponent’s face. Teddy made the tag and started working together with his wife, landing a couple of strikes each before catching her with a double kick to the stomach and a double suplex. Teddy was able to keep control with simple yet effective moves. Straight shots, quick suplexes and a series of pinning predicament with the clear goal of tiring down the opponent. Everything was going smoothly, Kate on the outside supporting and guiding him, asking for the tag after another near fall obtained with a second rope legdrop. But Teddy didn’t go for the tag, falling in the same mistake once again slipping in those old habits of his, putting the entertainment factor before the actual effectiveness of his attacks. He hit Teagan with a quick jab, swaying his hips in an improbable dance before connecting a second, and a third one. A little bit of theatrics as he charged the KO blow gave his opponent enough time to avoid it and take out his leg, smashing him face first on the canvas. Teegs could have gone for the tag, but she wanted to weaken down the opponent for her partner with a series of knee strikes, softening his defense before connecting a pumphandle suplex. Teddy’s reaction was immediate, a right hand that caught the opponent on the ear. A big brawl followed this episode, the two competitors locking up and trading elbows like there was no tomorrow. Eventually, the fatigue for the lightning quick sequence of strikes and the blows themselves took their toll forcing them to slow down the pace sensibly. Teegs went for a right hook and Teddy answered with one of his own. She landed a kick to his side and he did the same. Another right punch from the irish and a specular move from Teddy, a lucky shot that stunned the blonde. Feeling the momentum switching on his side, Steele went for a roundhouse kick to the face. Unluckily for him, Gallagher had the exact same idea, and both wrestlers were now down on the mat. The referee started administering the double count, Bree began cheering for her partner dragging the fans into it. Slowly Teegs crawled to her corner, making the tag concurrently with Steele. Bree and Kate crossed paths in the middle of the ring where the former Lockdown champion ducked the opponent’s clothesline and bounced off the ropes with a crossbody. Bree caught her in mid air and showed all her strength with her backbreaker reps, a series of four before tossing Kate behind her back with a fallaway slam. For a couple of minutes the size and strength advantage allowed her to control the pace of the match, until Kate slipped away from her grip during a suplex attempt, landing behind her back and dragging her down on her knees with a backstabber. After dropping a series of knees, Kate jumped on the middle rope and landed with her leg across the opponent’s neck with a springboard legdrop, and getting a two count for her efforts. Kate’s mistake was to think she could lift the opponent with a german suplex. Bree blocked it, rushing backwards and squashing the opponent against the turnbuckle.Running to the opposite corner, Bree came back with a huge corner splash, hugging Kate and bringing her to the centre of the ring, throwing her with a belly to belly. The back and forth action came to an end when Kate came charging in after stunning the powerhouse with a jumping knee strike, running right into the Bree-Show (pop-up Codebreaker) that gave the Committee the win. WINNER: The BreeTee Committee BY: Pinfall (Bree Show), 9:19 |
Peyton Holland: "Nice win for the BreeTee Committee"
Jessi Idol: "They really needed it, after seemingly have run out of luck in the past weeks."
Peyton Holland: "You're right, things didn't quite go the way they were hoping, but this match is a huge boost of confidence. Especially with the Tag Tournament coming up."
Jessi Idol: "Not gonna lie, I'm pretty excited for that."
Jessi Idol: "They really needed it, after seemingly have run out of luck in the past weeks."
Peyton Holland: "You're right, things didn't quite go the way they were hoping, but this match is a huge boost of confidence. Especially with the Tag Tournament coming up."
Jessi Idol: "Not gonna lie, I'm pretty excited for that."
We cut to a pre-taped message from Henri Black who is sitting in armchair dressed in black suit and tie with a decanter of what appears to be whiskey and bucket of ice on a table by his elbow.
Henri Black:
Ladies and Gentlemen, last week when I made my Riot debut I noticed that a large portion of the audience hardly seemed to know me... and anybody here who does know me will understand why this is unacceptable which is why, in order to address this problem, I think it's time I formally introduced myself.
As he speaks Henri absently drops a large sphere of ice into a glass.
Henri Black:
My name is Henri Black, and I have come to Millennium, and to Riot in particular, to prove a point.
You see for the formative years of my career I was aided in no small part by a series of like minded individuals, among them one Helena Noir, and even all these years later there are still those that say that I am nothing without them, that Henri Black cannot stand on his own.
Setting down his glass, Henri unstoppers the decanter at his elbow and pours a measure over the ice.
Henri Black:
For the past three years I have made it my personal mission to prove the naysayers wrong, to show them precisely why I am the most dangerous man in professional wrestling, I made a start in Progress but circumstances dictate that I now continue my mission here in Millennium. In my first match my opponent Crystal Hilton, or is it Christina Rose? I honestly don't remember but she clearly underestimated me and suffered the consequences.
Henri takes a long sip from his glass before setting it back on the table.
Henri Black:
I can only hope that my opponents tonight were watching, that they have spent their time leading up to this match wisely, and won't be foolish enough to repeat her mistake. Cameron Grey, Deacon Nash, Rome Endrizzi I want the three of you to give me everything you've got because I came here to prove myself and I can't do that without first facing true competition.
Henri smiles viciously, though the act never reaches his eyes.
Henri Black:
I'll be seeing you soon, and remember, I'm not responsible for what comes next.
With that Henri leans back into his chair and raises his glass to the camera as the feed cuts out.
4-Way Match
Cameron Grey VS Deacon Nash VS Henri Black VS Rome EndrizziFour Riot stars squared off in the second match of the night, four different styles clashing in what looked to be an exciting match. If Henri Black was the favorite walking it into this match, if anything for his bigger experience, the first minutes of the match showed that this wasn’t going to be a walk in the park for him. Deacon Nash immediately targeted the Blackstar with a rear clothesline while Black was trying to lock up with Endrizzi. Cameron took the chance to blindside Rome with a superkick, trying to put him away with a quick cover. Nash had Black in the corner and was lighting up his chest with a series of chops, until the Australian managed to switch position, becoming the one throwing hands, a couple of stiff forearms to the jaw before raising his right hand and inviting the fans to silence. When they quieted enough, he swung the hand with a violent chop, the sound of his hand impacting Deacon’s chest catching Cameron’s attention as well. And as soon as the former TMNT member turned to see what just happened, Rome made him pay for hit with a right punch to the jaw and a suplex. On the opposite corner, Deacon was laughing, taunting Henri and offering him his chest for another chop. He didn’t have to ask twice, the Blackstar immediately obliged driving his hand on his chest a second time. Nash clearly felt this one, but he embraced the pain, laughing maniacally while stating his intentions of returning the courtesy. Henri invited him to do so, only to duck at the last moment and move behind the opponent’s back, wrapping his arms around the waist and connecting a first german suplex, keeping the hold and dragging him back for a second one. The third attempt was blocked by Deacon who resisted Black’s attempt until Cameron superkicked him, making Henri’s job more easy. The alliance between the two didn’t last long, with Grey waiting for Henri to stand up to hit him with a Hurricanrana. Rome tried to steal the victory with a roll-up on the former Kid Terra, who managed to kick out in two. The mysterious Nash showed what he was capable of, planting Cameron on the top of his head with a springboard ddt. Endrizzi came charging at him after getting rid of Henri black with a clothesline that dropped the Blackstar out of the ring. Deacon spotted him out of the corner of his eye and met him with an elbow to the face, He takes him down to the mat with a snapmare and kicked him right between the shoulder blades. Henri Black was climbing back on the apron, but Deacon didn’t allow him to get back in the ring sending him once again on the outside with a superkick. Rome picked the fight against him, landing a couple of kicks to the sides, a forearm to the jaw and a backfist in rapid succession, ending his sequence with a bicycle kick that sent Deacon back into the ropes. The eccentric wrestler bounced back with a huge lariat that turned Endrizzi inside out. He waited for Rome to get up, grabbing him from behind and spinning him into his Perfect Flaw (Acid Rainmaker), immediately dropping into a cover to possibly pick up his first win. Cameron took the joy away from him, breaking the pin at the last moment. Deacon didn’t appreciate it and launched himself on the former Kid Terra, taking him to the mat and starting to unload a flurry of punches to his face. Grey fought hard back, rolling on top of Nash and returning the courtesy in spades. The heat of the fight brought the two out of the ring, right in Deacon’s playground. He finally had the chance to show the MWE fans his hardcore style, launching Cameron against the steel steps, focusing now on hurting the opponent paying little to none attention to what was going on in the ring. The referee remained focus on the action, counting a near fall when Black nailed Rome with a spike ddt. Henri didn’t lose a second charging at the opponent for a shining wizard, ducked by Endrizzi who slid his arm between the opponent’s legs and rolled him on his shoulders with a schoolboy pin. Before Henri could even kick out, Rome lifted him and dropped him on the canvas with a one armed powerbomb, making now another cover and only getting a two. On the outside, Deacon was manhandling the opponent, placing his head between his legs and making the unmistakable cut throat sign. Figgles on commentary was the first to read his intentions: Nash was going for a piledriver on the steps. Cameron tried to resist, fighting against it with that little strength he had left. With a desperation move, he managed to lift and toss the opponent over his shoulders with a back body drop, just in time to see the former Progress Pro champion connecting the Black Sacrament. He tried to rush in the ring to make the save, but he couldn’t get there in time. WINNER: Henri Black BY: Pinfall (Black Sacrament), 7:39 |
Zackary Dyson: "Well first Riot match of the night and our boys SLAPPED!"
Sir Figgles: "They slapped, they kicked, they powerbombed... Name it, and they did it."
Zackary Dyson: "... Right. Anyway, Henri Black is our winner. He wanted to make a statement, I guess he did."
Sir Figgles: "Let me tell you Zacky. Nobody should sleep on this guy. He's not here to play, he proved it on the last Riot and he proved it again tonight."
Zackary Dyson: "Indeed. What about Deacon Nash?"
Sir Figgles: "Unhinged. I like him."
Zackary Dyson: "I had no doubt."
Sir Figgles: "They slapped, they kicked, they powerbombed... Name it, and they did it."
Zackary Dyson: "... Right. Anyway, Henri Black is our winner. He wanted to make a statement, I guess he did."
Sir Figgles: "Let me tell you Zacky. Nobody should sleep on this guy. He's not here to play, he proved it on the last Riot and he proved it again tonight."
Zackary Dyson: "Indeed. What about Deacon Nash?"
Sir Figgles: "Unhinged. I like him."
Zackary Dyson: "I had no doubt."
The shot switches to the backstage catering set-up. Here we can see that there’s quite the impressive buffet of eats for the wrestlers and other MWE crew working tonight. Into the shot walks none-other than one half of the challenging team for the tag team championships. Yep folks that IS Christian Michaels!
Michaels, dressed in his ring gear and wearing a Kelsey Spencer t-shirt, has a small paper plate in his right hand. The plate is populated by a handful of broccoli and carrot bites. He makes his way down the line checking to see if there’s anymore snacks to add on, greeting other workers. At the end of the line Michaels has only added on a few cubes of cheese. He seems satisfied and starts to head towards the spot where water and sodas are being provided.
Christian Michaels:
Wait...What’s this now…?
CM’s attention is grasped by something he sees on a bulletin board. It halts his progress and draws the 19 year vet towards it. Standing before the board, reading the notice that has caught his eyes, Christian nibbles a carrot bite.
Christian Michaels:
This might be just what we need tonight…
The scene ends with Christian setting his plate on a nearby table. Our camera getting in close to grab a shot of Michaels taking down a flier announcing the 2019 #MWETagTeamTournament...
The scene cuts to a previously recorded video outside of the arena. Standing next to a giant garbage bin is Megan Rydell. She’s wearing black leggings, ugg boots, a poofy white jacket and a black beanie, trying to stay warm in the Chicago cold weather.
Megan Rydell:
A bit chilly out here, isn’t it? But it’s worth it, as I’m out here to make my statement about Andrew Wilkow.
Megan can’t help but glance at the garbage bin next to her and laugh.
Megan Rydell:
Honestly, is there anyone else who exemplifies the definition of trash like Andrew does? He’s the fucking worst. But here I am, wasting my time on someone like Andrew. I guess Millennium management wanted to give me an easy win, huh? Against a drunk, smelly retard.
Meg rolls her eyes.
Megan Rydell:
Here’s how this match is going to go; Andrew is going to stumble down to the ring and when that bell rings? I’m going to show that ugly disaster what a Beautiful Disaster looks like when I nail him with it. Then? I’m going to pin him for that three count. It’s as simple as that.
Megan shrugs her shoulders.
Megan Rydell:
I’m done talking though, as Andrew isn’t worth me wasting precious oxygen. Why? Simple, really, because Wilkow is hot fucking garbage.
Rydell pulls a box of matches from her jacket pocket and lights a match before tossing it into the garbage bin. A few seconds pass until the entire thing is on fire. Meg looks at it and grins.
Megan Rydell:
Well, well, well… This looks like a hazard. Kind of like how Andrew is a hazard to the Riot brand, as he taints it. Looks like I’ll be the one to put him the fuck out. See you out there, asshole.
Meg walks away from the scene and it cuts away.
Megan Rydell:
A bit chilly out here, isn’t it? But it’s worth it, as I’m out here to make my statement about Andrew Wilkow.
Megan can’t help but glance at the garbage bin next to her and laugh.
Megan Rydell:
Honestly, is there anyone else who exemplifies the definition of trash like Andrew does? He’s the fucking worst. But here I am, wasting my time on someone like Andrew. I guess Millennium management wanted to give me an easy win, huh? Against a drunk, smelly retard.
Meg rolls her eyes.
Megan Rydell:
Here’s how this match is going to go; Andrew is going to stumble down to the ring and when that bell rings? I’m going to show that ugly disaster what a Beautiful Disaster looks like when I nail him with it. Then? I’m going to pin him for that three count. It’s as simple as that.
Megan shrugs her shoulders.
Megan Rydell:
I’m done talking though, as Andrew isn’t worth me wasting precious oxygen. Why? Simple, really, because Wilkow is hot fucking garbage.
Rydell pulls a box of matches from her jacket pocket and lights a match before tossing it into the garbage bin. A few seconds pass until the entire thing is on fire. Meg looks at it and grins.
Megan Rydell:
Well, well, well… This looks like a hazard. Kind of like how Andrew is a hazard to the Riot brand, as he taints it. Looks like I’ll be the one to put him the fuck out. See you out there, asshole.
Meg walks away from the scene and it cuts away.
Homecoming has arrived and the crowd is electric with their excitement for the two night event. The camera cuts to backstage where a ladder stands in the very middle of the hallway to the extent where it could be in the way of those trying to walk back and forth.
Liv Mercer:
You have no idea how excited I am to put some gold back around my waist.
The sound of Liv Mercer’s voice can be heard before the former Riot champion comes into the view of the camera. Liv is dressed in her ring gear along with her favorite hoodie, the one with “The Liv Show” etched across the back in big bold silver letters. One would think that Liv was talking to herself as she approaches closer to the ladder in order to place one hand on it.
Liv Mercer:
All I need to do is climb one little ladder and I’ll be the Junior Heavyweight champion. It’s about time that someone removes it from around the waist of human cardboard Adam Webb.
Liv laughs a little bit following her statement as the camera pans back further to reveal that she is not alone at the moment. In fact she has been talking to her fiance, Oz Dalton. Oz, who had been so hypnotised by the look of Liv's waist, had to shake his head back to reality before he could even react to her.
Oz Dalton:
I can't wait to see some gold on that body again too. Adam Webb… he looks like one of those heroin models… no expression, vapid personality… OHHHH shit!
Oz shouts at a sudden epiphany.
Oz Dalton:
Babe… Adam Webb is actually Joey Donner!!!
Liv Mercer:
Oz! You’re a genius!
Liv snaps her fingers together as if the sudden realization suddenly awakened her and she continues to snap them while waving both of her hands around.
Liv Mercer:
It would explain why Adam started whining as soon as they added Saki and Spider to our match in order to make it a fatal four way. “Wahhhh! I hate a challenge!”
Liv sticks her bottom lip out into a pout before she begins to laugh.
Liv Mercer:
The best part is when he tried to act like he was doing it for my benefit. As if I have ever been afraid of a challenge in my life. He seems to forget that I was the first and best Riot champion.
Oz wrinkles his forehead.
Oz Dalton:
That's what happens when people live with their heads up their asses. That's why you need to yank his out, punt it, and moonwalk over his body to get what you deserve. Everyone knows you're the heir to the throne, it's yours. Miss Millenium will be your new name!
Liv nods her head, the smile growing on her face, before she places her hand back on the ladder. Her attention focusing over towards the object needed for her to secure victory.
Liv Mercer:
I feel like Millenium has forgotten what I’m capable of, which would explain why someone like Adam Webb thinks he can run his mouth like he’s done anything besides being some thot on Twitter. He’s not even a good one for that matter.
Oz Dalton:
It's an art he hasn't mastered. Just like how you'll prove he hasn't mastered keeping a title. You've been the star since day one, and that shine keeps getting brighter. I can't wait to witness it first hand. And if anyone tries coming for me, I'm putting them down too.
Liv steps onto the first rung of the ladder with both feet as she keeps a steady hold on the ladder with one hand, before motioning with her index finger for Oz to come closer.
Liv Mercer:
We’re both going to shine here tonight. I can feel it.
Oz smiles as he walks right up to Liv.
Oz Dalton:
I can feel a lot of things, and with you on top, that title will be an amazing climax.
Liv places both of her hands on his shoulders as she smiles back at him.
Liv Mercer:
You’ve been there since day one. No one can stand in my way, so let them add as many people as they want to this match, it makes it harder for Adam to keep his title and that much easier for me to walk out as the new champion. A Junior Heavyweight champion that’ll be worthy of the title.
Oz puts his hands on hers, proudly looking to her.
Oz Dalton:
You're always my champion. But tonight, you'll be everyone's champion.
Liv Mercer:
That’s what I like to hear.
Liv leans in closer, giving Oz a pre-match kiss for some extra good luck, as the camera pans away from the both of them before fading out from the scene.
Singles Match
Meg Rydell VS Andrew WilkowPower versus Agility, the most classic of the confrontations. Megan might have talked down her opponent before the match, but she’s well aware that a win against the Appalachian Mountain Monster could skyrocket her in the Riot rankings. For Wilkow this is another day at the job, a divertissement before standing in his boss’ corner for his title match against Eliza Valentine. At first, Megan’s speed allowed her to stay one step ahead of her opponent, dodging his heavy, lethal but slow blows while working on the big man’s legs. A low dropkick to the kneecap to take him off his feet and then Meg went for a superkick to the kneeling opponent, catching him right on the face. She watched the opponent laying on the mat and chuckled, mocking him with a denigratory smirk before laying on top of him for a cover. Wilkow kicked out in one. Megan kept building up her momentum with a kicking combination ended with a beautiful crescent kick. Once again the big man was down and, this time taking a little longer to kick out. The confidence in Rydell kept growing with every move she landed, but this didn’t take her off her gameplan, sticking to quick strikes and constantly moving, not giving the opponent any point of reference. Having left him dazed after an inverted stomp facebreaker, the Colorado born hit the ropes and went for a running forearm. Drew anticipated her and tossed her up in the air, catching Megan as she fell with a pop up samoan drop. The inertia of the match had now shifted. Thanks to that one big move, Wilkow killed the momentum Megan had built in the first couple of minutes, using his raw power and targeting her back to limit her mobility. After tossing her around like a rag doll with a series of suplexes, Andrew now grabbed Meg in a tight bear hug, squeezing the life out of her body. The official moved in position, closer to Megan’s face that was now transfigured into a mask of pain. He asked her if she wanted to give up, but she sternly said no. This only pushed Wilkow to tighten his grip, his strong arms clenching around her waist and lower back. Rydell groaned in pain, still refusing to tap out. He then began to shake her around, hoping that it’d break her resistance and, at the end of it, Megan wasn’t moving anymore. At all. Her head tilted aside, resting on her own shoulder, her eyes closed. It looked like the incredible pain she went through made her pass out, and the referee was checking that, raising her arm and letting it fall down, getting no response. A second attempt from the official led to the same result, and Andrew was already gloating about how he broke her “scrawny ass” as he referred to his opponent as on social media. But the rules were clear, the ref had to check a third time. And this time, Megan blocked her arm, showing some signs of life. She managed to slip the other arm away from the hold, bringing each one to a side of Andrew’s head and closing them. Once, twice, thrice until Wilkow had to break the hold. Her back was hurting like hell, but Megan still found the energy to connect with the GamenGirl Kick that caught the big man right on the temple. Rydell was trying to build some momentum, but all the work Andrew put on her back was ultimately taking its toll, slowing her down and making her attacks easier to dodge for the Appalachian Mountain Monster. He stepped away, causing her to miss the spinning heel kick and quickly grabbed her for a pumphandle backbreaker. Instead of making the cover, he picked her up and lifted her over his head in a gorilla press slam position, tossing her out of the ring all the way against the barricades. Not quite the 30th row he promised he would toss her, but still an impressive feat. Wilkow was now leaning in the corner while the referee was counting Meg out. He reached six before she even started moving, eight for her to stand up, shaky on her legs. And just a moment before ten, Megan made it back into the ring. Somehow the talented young girl managed to stay alive in a couple of circumstances, kicking out from a spinning side slam and a back suplex backbreaker. Andrew was now going for a stalling suplex, showing off his impressive strength when Megan slipped away and superkicked him to the back of the head, sending the big man over the top rope. Desperate, throwing conscience out of the window and clearly not thinking straight, she flew between the ropes. Andrew caught her suicide dive in mid air and lifted her over his shoulders in a fireman carry’s position. Pulling the proverbial rabbit out of the head, Megan somehow managed to turn it into a tornado ddt. It took her a while to get back to her feet and head back into the ring, and the referee had already reached five by then. But this meant that she was five seconds away from a big win. She counted out (literally) WIlkow too soon, as the 6 foot 7 man entered the ring as well before the ten. The match went on, slowly cruising to his natural conclusion with Andrew back in control. Too much the damage to the back for Megan to keep up her fast pace. That was it, Wilkow had her set up for the Country Roads, his patented jacknife powerbomb. During the lifting, Meg was able to push herself over Andrew’s head, catching him with a roll up as she fell, picking up a win that, for how the match went, was at that point unexpected. WINNER: Megan Rydell BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 9:34 |
Peyton Holland: "I don't know if I'd call this an upset, but things weren't looking good for Megan. Look at her now, with her arm raised."
Jessi Idol: "An important win for the younger Rydell. She's been on a roll recently, both here and in Portland Pro."
Peyton Holland: "The future definitely looks promising for her."
Jessi Idol: "An important win for the younger Rydell. She's been on a roll recently, both here and in Portland Pro."
Peyton Holland: "The future definitely looks promising for her."
Bowie Kennedy is shown in front of the camera with a microphone. Spotting a pair of individuals standing by a wall, the crew hustles over with speed in their strides. Upon closer inspection, we see the hulking Big Barv with his arms folded across his chest, scowl painted on his features. Under his watchful eye, with her back against the wall as she fiddles around on her phone is Cheesecake.
Bowie Kennedy:
Cheesecake! Can I have a quick word?
No response. She remains focused on whatever mobile game she’s playing, loudly chewing on a stick of gum.
Bowie Kennedy:
Cheesecake? Please, just a moment of your time? I'd like to get your thoughts on your upcoming Triple Threat Match tonight.
Cheesecake slowly looks up from her phone, still obnoxiously smacking her gum. She makes eye contact with Bowie, and moments later, pockets her phone and folds her arms.
Cheesecake:
My thoughts? Hmm ..
She looks Bowie up and down, drumming her fingers on her bicep. Her eyes meet Bowie’s again, causing her to smirk.
Cheesecake:
I like ya style. Very professional. I like ya a helluva lot more than the other interviewer scum they got crawlin' round these halls at every show.
Cheesecake pauses and shakes her head.
Cheesecake:
Not sayin' you're scum, 'course. Just them. So, since I like ya … how about I give ya a lil somethin' else to report on? Somethin' a lil juicier.
She moves in close enough for Bowie to feel her minty fresh breath.
Cheesecake:
Ya wanna know why I chose Cheesecake as my ringname?
Bowie shrugs, then nods with a semblance of intrigue.
Cheesecake:
A lotta people 'round here are quick to say it's a stupid name or whatever, but ain't no one really askin' for reasons why I picked it.
Bowie Kennedy:
Please, share.
Cheesecake:
It's simple.
She rubs her thumb and two main fingers together. Bowie raises an eyebrow at the gesture.
Bowie Kennedy:
...Money?
Cheesecake leans forward for a moment with a single nod, her back barely leaving the wall she's propped up against before she's falling back to a rest against it once more.
Cheesecake:
Yup. Money. See, Cheesecake ain't just some random name that I came up with on the fly. It's a brand. Mmkay? Lemme break it down for ya … say, ya sittin' at home at night, watchin' TV cuz ya got no friends to hang with. Not you, specifically. This is just a hypothetical. Imagine for a moment that ya some fat, lazy virgin who lives in their parents' basement. Ya shit in a pale an' have Cheetos for dinner. Ya know, the average wrestling fan.
This garners a rumbling negative reaction from the live crowd, watching the interview unfold on the big screen. One would swear they could spot a hint of a smile on Cheesecake's face, as if such a response amuses her.
Cheesecake:
So, ya flickin' through channels, lookin' for somethin' to watch. Ya mom an' dad, they got the nudie channel scrambled … so, that's outta the question. Ya keep flippin’ through. But wait … what's this? Pro Wrestling is on? Oh, an' who's that in the ring?
She screws up her face with disgust.
Cheesecake:
Jacob Cross? Great. Another musclebound brute with a generic look, generic attitude, generic name. "Cowboy". Like there ain't been a thousand wrestlers callin' themselves that before. Oh, an' who's he against? Rhett Adelson? Another run of the mill wrestler who looks just like every other dude in the sport. Two cookie cutter types, right outta the pro wrestlin' factory.
She fakes an overdramatic, drawn out yawn.
Cheesecake:
How boring. Who's gonna stop flickin' through channels to watch Jacob Cross versus Rhett Adelson? Hell, who's even gonna remember their names?
She clicks her tongue while wagging her finger back and forth. She brings the finger to her chin and gently strokes it, an action that leaves Bowie slightly confused, momentarily.
Cheesecake:
But what if … bear with me for a minute. What if that same gross, outta shape slob flippin' channels comes across the show ... but, instead of them two chumps, they see a wrestler unlike any they've ever seen before. She ain't a jacked up guy who's tryin' waaaay to hard to be an edgy badass. She ain't a stick thin girl who perpetually looks like she's on her way to a bikini shoot. That's right, I said "perpetually". I know big words. No, this girl is just different enough to stand out. Just different enough to make ya not wanna keep channel surfin'. Just different enough to make ya stop an' go … "What's this about?"
She raises a single finger.
Cheesecake:
But, then it happens. That announcer grabs a microphone an' says, "Makin' her way to the ring … from Scottsdale, Arizona … CHEESECAKE!" All of a sudden, ya interest level goes from, "Hmm, I'm mildly intrigued," to, "I wanna see what this Cheesecake girl's all about." It's an attention grabber. It gives me an edge that no one else has got. I’m different, ya dig? I stand out compared to all these fake ass posers, cuz I ain’t like anythin’ this company … no, this entire SPORT has ever seen before. What happens in the ring? That’s only half the deal, know what I’m sayin’? Ya gotta promote yaself. What’s the best way to do that?
She shrugs.
Cheesecake:
That ain't for me to say. But if I had to guess, talkin' all day long 'bout how ya always bein' a professional can only get ya so far. It's better than flat out pretendin' ya opponents don't exist …
She shakes her head, a droning sigh to accompany it.
Cheesecake:
Point is, my name's a name ya can put on social media, put on a poster or program an' people are gonna stop an' take notice. It's different. It's gonna turn heads. Grab attention. Some guy in a suit walkin' down the street to grab a cup of coffee sees a poster: "Live wrestling! Tonight! Featuring Cheesecake!"
She taps a finger to her temple.
Cheesecake:
That's gonna stick with him, see. He's gonna go home, talk to his wife …
Finally removing herself from leaning against the brick wall, Cheesecake stands in front of Bowie. She must be giving up several inches in height to the interviewer. For someone of such a small stature, she's got a big mouth.
Cheesecake:
I need ya to play the role of my wife.
Bowie Kennedy:
Uhh…
Cheesecake:
Just in this example. I'm gonna be the dude.
She clears her throat, adjusting her pitch to sound more masculine.
Cheesecake:
Hi, honey! I'm home!
Bowie pauses for a moment, then responds.
Bowie Kennedy:
...How was your day?
Cheesecake breaks character.
Cheesecake:
No kiss?
Awkward silence fills the air.
Cheesecake:
Pretty sure a loving wife would kiss her husband returnin' from a hard day's work!
She throws her hands up.
Cheesecake:
Never mind, we'll roll with it.
Back into character she goes…
Cheesecake:
It was wonderful, dear. Thank you for asking. I went to the office … Bill from accounting is still a dick, as usual. Then the copier broke. It was pandemonium!
Bowie Kennedy:
That sounds awful!
Bowie leans into the scene just a little bit, slightly out of curiosity as to where this could be headed.
Cheesecake:
Oh, one other interesting thing did happen …
Bowie Kennedy:
Really? What's that?
Cheesecake:
On my break, I went down to the coffee stand and saw this poster for professional wrestling. It had a wrestler advertised for the show named Cheesecake.
As soon as she was in character as this imaginary man, Cheesecake jumps right out of it.
Cheesecake:
Do ya know what happens next, Bowie? Wife goes to the salon the next day for her hair appointment, remembers the name, tells her girlfriends while they're gettin' perms or some shizz. One of em happens to have a teenage son who likes pro wrestlin'. She goes home, conversation strikes up and she says, "You like that wrestling thing. Have you heard of this Cheesecake person?" Do ya see where I'm goin' with this?
She snaps her fingers, inches from Bowie's eyes, causing the backstage interviewer to flinch slightly from the jarring movement.
Cheesecake:
Just like that, four people know 'bout me. They may not know my work, an' maybe all of em don't know wrestling. But they know my name.
In a flash of fury, Cheesecake erupts.
Cheesecake:
Do ya think the same can be said for every Jacob Cross and Rhett Adelson out there?! That teenage kid's gonna go tell every wrestling fan he knows that there's a wrestler out there named Cheesecake! Yeah, it's a weird as fuck name, but people are talkin' 'bout it! Ain't no one talkin' 'bout Rhett Adelson! Ain't no one talkin' 'bout Jacob Cross neither! Ya know why?!
She pauses. After a deep breath, she calmly continues.
Cheesecake:
Cuz nobody even knows their names. An' after tonight? Ain't no one gonna be forgettin' mine.
The scene cuts backstage to Rhett Adelson sitting in a chair in his locker room. He’s currently taping up his wrists as he looks up to the camera and smiles.
Rhett Adelson:
It’s a big night. Night one of Homecoming and I’m going up against Jacob Cross and Cheesecake. What’s left to say? I’ve been dealing with the two of these people over the last few weeks and I’ve somehow been dragged into their feud.
Rhett shrugs.
Rhett Adelson:
While these two obviously have personal issues with each other, I’m just here to win a match. That’s my focus, like it always is. I already have a win over Cheesecake and that knucklehead that she keeps around. Jacob and I formed a pretty damn good team that time, didn’t we?
Rhett chuckles as he continues on.
Rhett Adelson:
But tonight, we are enemies out there, and I’m going to use his hatred for Cheesecake to my advantage. Don’t get it twisted though, I’m not going to sit back and watch them have all of the fun. I’ll be out there giving my all, but both of them are bound to slip due to them focusing on each other. It’s going to give me the opportunity to take advantage and win this match.
He finishes taping his hands before standing up and walking towards the camera.
Rhett Adelson:
I’ve talked enough about these two the last couple of weeks though and the time for talk is over. It’s time for action and I’m going to show you all that the rust I was feeling when I came back? It’s gone. See you out there.
Rhett walks away and the scene cuts away.
Rhett Adelson:
It’s a big night. Night one of Homecoming and I’m going up against Jacob Cross and Cheesecake. What’s left to say? I’ve been dealing with the two of these people over the last few weeks and I’ve somehow been dragged into their feud.
Rhett shrugs.
Rhett Adelson:
While these two obviously have personal issues with each other, I’m just here to win a match. That’s my focus, like it always is. I already have a win over Cheesecake and that knucklehead that she keeps around. Jacob and I formed a pretty damn good team that time, didn’t we?
Rhett chuckles as he continues on.
Rhett Adelson:
But tonight, we are enemies out there, and I’m going to use his hatred for Cheesecake to my advantage. Don’t get it twisted though, I’m not going to sit back and watch them have all of the fun. I’ll be out there giving my all, but both of them are bound to slip due to them focusing on each other. It’s going to give me the opportunity to take advantage and win this match.
He finishes taping his hands before standing up and walking towards the camera.
Rhett Adelson:
I’ve talked enough about these two the last couple of weeks though and the time for talk is over. It’s time for action and I’m going to show you all that the rust I was feeling when I came back? It’s gone. See you out there.
Rhett walks away and the scene cuts away.
Triple Threat Match
Jacob Cross VS Cheesecake VS Rhett AdelsonThe rivalry between Cheesecake and Jacob Cross has been dragging on since Lux In Tenebris, when the Arizona born walked out of her match against the Cowboy, and ducked him for several weeks until he assaulted her before her match against Rhett Adelson, who found himself involved in a situation he gladly would have stayed away from. The bell rang and the match was underway. Cheesecake immediately left the ring saying she wasn’t going to compete in what she considered a handicap match. Jacob was getting none of it, cursing under his breath and leaving the ring to chase the young girl. Predictably, Jacob run ended right in front of Big Barv, shielding her protege from El Vaquero. He couldn’t protect her, or himself, from Rhett’s top rope crossbody that took out all three of them. Picking up the lighter of the pack, he rolled Cheesecake back into the ring and dragged her back to her feet, firing her against the ropes and hitting her with a back elbow. This allowed him to spot Cross climbing back to the apron and prevent him from getting back in the ring with a superkick to the head while he was entering between the middle and top rope. Cheesecake rolled him up and grabbed a handful of tights trying to steal an early win, but Adelson kicked out of the pinning predicament. The pace remained quick, with Cheesecake and Rhett really putting on a show for the fans while keeping Jacob out of the equation, even temporarily teaming up to superkick him on the face before going back to trading hands. The Irish Whip attempt from Cheesy was countered by Chris Night’s pupil who tossed her in the air with a back body drop. Wasting no time, he picked her up and launched her in the corner charging at her for a jumping knee. But before he could even take a step in her direction, Jacob grabbed his hand and whipped him in the opposite corner, squashing him with a clothesline. He spun around and did the same on Cheesecake, who slide into a seated position in the corner after the hard impact. Cross then focused once again on Adelson, picking him and hanging him upside down in the tree of woe position, kicking him hard as he was upside down. Cheesecake was slowly coming back to her feet and the Cowboy once again shifted his attention back to her, using Olivia as a punching ball. Adelson eventually freed himself from the uncomfortable position, looking to get his payback on El Vaquero. Instead, he had Cheesecake thrown at him, shoulder first into the midsection, all while Jake caught him with a jumping neckbreaker that caused Rhett to plant Cheesecake on her head with a ddt. The fans were on their feet for the beautiful combo, cheering on Jacob as he made the cover on Rhett for a two count, trying then one on Cheesecake for the same outcome. With Rhett now laying outside the ring after being powerbombed by Jacob, the Cowboy could now focus on his old rival, who, despite the punishment she’s been through, was holding her ground against the much more powerful opponent, taking the hits and firing back with a surprising determination and effectiveness for someone who had ducked his challenge so many times. She was sent against the ropes and launched in the air for, possibly, a pop-up powerbomb she countered with a dropkick, meeting Jake with a spinning heel kick as soon as he got back to a vertical position. It was her best chance to close it, since Rhett was still licking his wounds on the outside, one Cheesecake wasn’t going to miss. Climbing up to the top rope, she jumped off with the corkscrew senton she learned from Katie Moicelle. The Star In The Night didn’t connect as Cross rolled out of the way, and the young girl landed awkwardly on the same shoulder she injured before the summer. The scream she let out chilled the blood in everybody’s veins, even the usually composed Big Barv seemed worried about his friend and protege. The referee immediately called for medic personnel to come and check on Cheesecake, even Rhett and Jacob froze on the spot staring at her as the doctors were checking on her conditions. But, as they say, the show must go on. And it was Rhett who struck first, a hard right hand that rocked the Cowboy. A stretcher arrived at ringside. The medic personnel carefully loaded the young girl who was almost in tears on top of it. Rhett connected with his Explosion (Running single leg front dropkick) finding himself three seconds away from the win. The boos became deafening as Cheesecake jumped off the stretcher and slid in the ring behind Rhett’s shoulder, pushing him out of the ring and making the cover on Jacob Cross stealing, literally, the win. WINNER: Cheesecake BY: Pinfall (Explosion), 8;44 |
Zackary Dyson: "Well, that was..."
Sir Figgles: "Brilliant! She fooled everyone with an Oscar-worthy performance and stole the win."
Zackary Dyson: "... Cheap"
Sir Figgles: "Brilliant! She fooled everyone with an Oscar-worthy performance and stole the win."
Zackary Dyson: "... Cheap"
Backstage, outside the women’s locker room is Millie Smith wearing her stitch hoody dress with a matching cobalt blue headband and some black flats, clutching her phone and bag close to her chest and looking a little lost. It isn't too long before Liv Mercer appears from behind the door, tugging at her hoodie, as she greets Millie with a smile.
Liv Mercer:
There she is! My girl Millie.
Millie Smith:
EEP!
Millie blurts out startled by the sudden appearance. But the smile reassures her and Millie tries to laugh it off.
Millie Smith:
Hey hey, Champion Liv.
Liv quickly crosses her fingers with a big smile on her face.
Liv Mercer:
Here's hoping Millie!
Millie Smith:
Is Oz here with you too? He’s been supportive of you on the Twitter… I think.
She says referencing some tweets Millie had come across when liking Liv’s tweet, admiring the confidence she had on social media which Millie did not have. And she was still trying to get used to her fiance.
Liv Mercer:
Oz is here with me tonight, yes.
Millie Smith:
Power couple!
Millie then did a small sway, showing her nerves about what Liv thought of her dress. Liv notices this as she steps forward to place one hand on her shoulder for comfort.
Liv Mercer:
You look great tonight Millie.
Millie Smith:
Thanks!
She lightly chuckles and folds and arm over her chest. Millie’s other arm rests on it while touching her sleeve covered hand to her face. Millie looks down at Liv’s waist
Millie Smith:
You will look great with the Junior Heavyweight title around your waist too.
Millie then does a title gesture over her own waist with one hand, still a little stressed about being in the big building but forcing herself to if she was ever to start in the business. Her comment is enough to make the smile on Liv’s face even bigger, as she keeps her hand on Millie’s shoulder, waving her other hand up high into the air.
Liv Mercer:
My reign as Junior Heavyweight champion will bring with it a new era here in Millenium and you’ll be there to witness it happen first hand.
Millie Smith:
And you’ve been a champion before too! You know… the pressure…
The thought of which slows Millie down a bit. Liv nods her head as she turned her body around so that she’s looking directly at Millie.
Liv Mercer:
That’s pressure is what makes us better Millie. I need to be back at the top like I was when I was the Riot champion. I want to continue to lead Riot no matter what title I hold.
Millie Smith:
Wise Liv.
Millie says softly, admiring Liv’s success and headstrong approach to even more success.
Liv Mercer:
One day you’ll have that kind of success too and we’ll celebrate it together.
Millie softly grinds her foot on the floor with a smile because she likes that idea. She then asks Liv something.
Millie Smith:
And maybe we can chat a little bit, private chat…
She says hoping to get Liv’s advice over something new in her life with a bashful smile. There is a slightly curious expression on Liv’s face upon this request as she nods.
Liv Mercer:
Of course. We’ll set aside some private girl time. Just you and I.
Millie Smith:
Happy Millie and.
And Millie side hugs Liv
Millie Smith:
And Champion Liv.
Liv gives her a supportive side hug back before the two of them walk off so that Liv can help Millie find her seat to watch the rest of the show.
Liv Mercer:
There she is! My girl Millie.
Millie Smith:
EEP!
Millie blurts out startled by the sudden appearance. But the smile reassures her and Millie tries to laugh it off.
Millie Smith:
Hey hey, Champion Liv.
Liv quickly crosses her fingers with a big smile on her face.
Liv Mercer:
Here's hoping Millie!
Millie Smith:
Is Oz here with you too? He’s been supportive of you on the Twitter… I think.
She says referencing some tweets Millie had come across when liking Liv’s tweet, admiring the confidence she had on social media which Millie did not have. And she was still trying to get used to her fiance.
Liv Mercer:
Oz is here with me tonight, yes.
Millie Smith:
Power couple!
Millie then did a small sway, showing her nerves about what Liv thought of her dress. Liv notices this as she steps forward to place one hand on her shoulder for comfort.
Liv Mercer:
You look great tonight Millie.
Millie Smith:
Thanks!
She lightly chuckles and folds and arm over her chest. Millie’s other arm rests on it while touching her sleeve covered hand to her face. Millie looks down at Liv’s waist
Millie Smith:
You will look great with the Junior Heavyweight title around your waist too.
Millie then does a title gesture over her own waist with one hand, still a little stressed about being in the big building but forcing herself to if she was ever to start in the business. Her comment is enough to make the smile on Liv’s face even bigger, as she keeps her hand on Millie’s shoulder, waving her other hand up high into the air.
Liv Mercer:
My reign as Junior Heavyweight champion will bring with it a new era here in Millenium and you’ll be there to witness it happen first hand.
Millie Smith:
And you’ve been a champion before too! You know… the pressure…
The thought of which slows Millie down a bit. Liv nods her head as she turned her body around so that she’s looking directly at Millie.
Liv Mercer:
That’s pressure is what makes us better Millie. I need to be back at the top like I was when I was the Riot champion. I want to continue to lead Riot no matter what title I hold.
Millie Smith:
Wise Liv.
Millie says softly, admiring Liv’s success and headstrong approach to even more success.
Liv Mercer:
One day you’ll have that kind of success too and we’ll celebrate it together.
Millie softly grinds her foot on the floor with a smile because she likes that idea. She then asks Liv something.
Millie Smith:
And maybe we can chat a little bit, private chat…
She says hoping to get Liv’s advice over something new in her life with a bashful smile. There is a slightly curious expression on Liv’s face upon this request as she nods.
Liv Mercer:
Of course. We’ll set aside some private girl time. Just you and I.
Millie Smith:
Happy Millie and.
And Millie side hugs Liv
Millie Smith:
And Champion Liv.
Liv gives her a supportive side hug back before the two of them walk off so that Liv can help Millie find her seat to watch the rest of the show.
The screens all go dark and the lights flicker before we come to a scene. It could be live, or pre recorded, that’s very hard to tell. A camera sits still and we see an all too familiar face, Saki, the Singapore Mauler. The madwoman has no smile, her eyes bloodshot, her gaze unwavering. The light in the room flickers from time to time and Saki remains almost so still she seems like a doll, if not for her breathing and blinking of course.
Behind Saki are a handful of ladders of various sizes, resting against the wall, or leaning precariously against one another, appropriate considering what she was going into.
SAKI:
Chaos is a ladder
I’ll bite like a black adder
Poison in the blood
Drag your name through the mud
The Singapore born wrestler finally moves, looking to one of the nearby ladders.
SAKI:
The match is the grinder and we are the meat
Our pain will make it complete
Stolen from me before
But now all four go to war
Bring your girl to try and help
I look forward to dismembering the whelp
For the first time in a long while Saki finally showed what resembles anger, her lip curled into a snarl as what seems to be a trickle of...blood drips from one eye like a tear.
SAKI:
I aim to misbehave
Embrace the blood you crave
Don’t be tacky....
...time to play with Saki
Behind Saki are a handful of ladders of various sizes, resting against the wall, or leaning precariously against one another, appropriate considering what she was going into.
SAKI:
Chaos is a ladder
I’ll bite like a black adder
Poison in the blood
Drag your name through the mud
The Singapore born wrestler finally moves, looking to one of the nearby ladders.
SAKI:
The match is the grinder and we are the meat
Our pain will make it complete
Stolen from me before
But now all four go to war
Bring your girl to try and help
I look forward to dismembering the whelp
For the first time in a long while Saki finally showed what resembles anger, her lip curled into a snarl as what seems to be a trickle of...blood drips from one eye like a tear.
SAKI:
I aim to misbehave
Embrace the blood you crave
Don’t be tacky....
...time to play with Saki
Returning through the curtain, fresh off her victory, Cheesecake is flanked by the ever-imposing Big Barv. Exhausted, sucking in air as she walks on spaghetti legs, she can't help but wear a self-satisfied smile.
Cheesecake:
BOWIE!
She shouts in no particular direction, an attempt at summoning. After a few more shouts, her efforts are granted, as Bowie Kennedy arrives on the scene with a microphone in hand.
Bowie Kennedy:
Cheesecake! I suppose congratulations are in order, seeing as you-
Before Bowie can complete the sentence, Cheesecake snatches the microphone away.
Cheesecake:
Didn't I tell ya this was gonna happen? I told ya so!
Her words are interrupted by the constant panting. She leans back against Barv's stomach for leverage as she continues to gloat.
Cheesecake:
For all their talk … or, in Cowboy's case, ignorance … they ain't the ones walkin outta Chicago with the dub! It's like I said, neither of 'em had what it took to deal with me on their own, so the incompetent GM had to make it a Triple Threat! She tried to stack the odds against me!
She clicks her tongue.
Cheesecake:
But oh, no no no! Ya can't pull a fast one on me that easy! Tonight, I showed 'em all that no matter how hard ya try, ya can't get rid o' me!
Bowie manages to retrieve the microphone, finally getting the chance to ask a question.
Bowie Kennedy:
With all due respect… Don't you feel like your win tonight was a little… cheap?
Cheesecake:
Cheap?! A win's a win, Bowie! It don't matter how ya do it, just so long as ya standin' tall at the end of the night!
An ironic statement to make, considering she needs to lean on Big Barv for support.
Cheesecake:
If Cowboy an' Meathead were smart, they woulda done what I did. But it's like I been sayin' from the beginning … they ain't smart. They ain't got a workin' brain between 'em. If they did, they wouldn't have taken their eyes off me in that match. See, that was their second mistake.
She finds the strength to will her jelly legs to stand under her own power. Her face turns dark as she moves closer to Bowie.
Cheesecake:
Their first was ever underestimatin' me to begin with. They dismissed me before that bell even rang. Callin' me an "idiot", a "stupid dessert".
She can't help but chuckle to herself, which becomes a giggle before settling on full blown laughter. Bowie watches on, mildly disturbed as she gets whatever's tickled her out of her system.
Cheesecake:
Do ya think they ever considered that was part of the plan all along? Make 'em think I'm just some loud mouth who don't know what she's doin' in there, causin' 'em to let their guard down? They realise I was trained by my dad, who was a multi-time world champ, don't they? Surely if they did their homework, they'd-
Sarcastically, she slaps her forehead with an open palm.
Cheesecake:
Look at who I'm talkin' about here. They were probably too busy hittin' the gym or goin' out on dates to do any real research. An' look where that got 'em.
She looks to the camera for a moment.
Cheesecake:
It was fun playin' 'round with ya, boys. But it's time for me to climb out the kiddie pool. Ciao!
She lets herself fall back, in some form of a trusting manner, knowing that Big Barv's going to catch her in his meaty arms.
Cheesecake:
Carry me home.
She seems almost asleep as she closes her eyes in his grip. With one mighty heave, Barv throws her over his shoulder. Holding onto her back to support her, the big man marches out of frame, leaving a flabbergasted Bowie Kennedy to wonder what just happened.
Cheesecake:
BOWIE!
She shouts in no particular direction, an attempt at summoning. After a few more shouts, her efforts are granted, as Bowie Kennedy arrives on the scene with a microphone in hand.
Bowie Kennedy:
Cheesecake! I suppose congratulations are in order, seeing as you-
Before Bowie can complete the sentence, Cheesecake snatches the microphone away.
Cheesecake:
Didn't I tell ya this was gonna happen? I told ya so!
Her words are interrupted by the constant panting. She leans back against Barv's stomach for leverage as she continues to gloat.
Cheesecake:
For all their talk … or, in Cowboy's case, ignorance … they ain't the ones walkin outta Chicago with the dub! It's like I said, neither of 'em had what it took to deal with me on their own, so the incompetent GM had to make it a Triple Threat! She tried to stack the odds against me!
She clicks her tongue.
Cheesecake:
But oh, no no no! Ya can't pull a fast one on me that easy! Tonight, I showed 'em all that no matter how hard ya try, ya can't get rid o' me!
Bowie manages to retrieve the microphone, finally getting the chance to ask a question.
Bowie Kennedy:
With all due respect… Don't you feel like your win tonight was a little… cheap?
Cheesecake:
Cheap?! A win's a win, Bowie! It don't matter how ya do it, just so long as ya standin' tall at the end of the night!
An ironic statement to make, considering she needs to lean on Big Barv for support.
Cheesecake:
If Cowboy an' Meathead were smart, they woulda done what I did. But it's like I been sayin' from the beginning … they ain't smart. They ain't got a workin' brain between 'em. If they did, they wouldn't have taken their eyes off me in that match. See, that was their second mistake.
She finds the strength to will her jelly legs to stand under her own power. Her face turns dark as she moves closer to Bowie.
Cheesecake:
Their first was ever underestimatin' me to begin with. They dismissed me before that bell even rang. Callin' me an "idiot", a "stupid dessert".
She can't help but chuckle to herself, which becomes a giggle before settling on full blown laughter. Bowie watches on, mildly disturbed as she gets whatever's tickled her out of her system.
Cheesecake:
Do ya think they ever considered that was part of the plan all along? Make 'em think I'm just some loud mouth who don't know what she's doin' in there, causin' 'em to let their guard down? They realise I was trained by my dad, who was a multi-time world champ, don't they? Surely if they did their homework, they'd-
Sarcastically, she slaps her forehead with an open palm.
Cheesecake:
Look at who I'm talkin' about here. They were probably too busy hittin' the gym or goin' out on dates to do any real research. An' look where that got 'em.
She looks to the camera for a moment.
Cheesecake:
It was fun playin' 'round with ya, boys. But it's time for me to climb out the kiddie pool. Ciao!
She lets herself fall back, in some form of a trusting manner, knowing that Big Barv's going to catch her in his meaty arms.
Cheesecake:
Carry me home.
She seems almost asleep as she closes her eyes in his grip. With one mighty heave, Barv throws her over his shoulder. Holding onto her back to support her, the big man marches out of frame, leaving a flabbergasted Bowie Kennedy to wonder what just happened.
Junior Heavyweight Championship Match
Ladder Match
Adam Webb (c) VS Liv Mercer VS Saki VS SpiderLadder Match
What people thought would’ve been a singles match when Liv Mercer won the battle royal and the right to challenge Adam for the title three weeks ago in Maryland became a fatal 4 way with the addition of Saki, who lost her title match due to Wren Sweet’s interference and Spider, who beat Webb clean in the last show before the PPV. The general manager’s decision didn’t please the champion, even less when a ladder was thrown in the mix. The match started with a Saki charging at Adam, leaving Liv and Robyn to battle it out in the opposite corner. The Kawaii Deathmachine quickly got rid of the champion with a kick right between the legs, taking advantage of the no disqualification rules. It was clear, and never in doubt, that her main goal was to introduce as soon as possible the ladder in the match. Adam, who was just now getting up after the kick in the jewels, was the first to taste the steel when the former Empire Extreme Champion rammed the ladder in his mid-section. Spider and Mercer stopped their brawl when they realized what kind of jeopardy they were into, but it was already too late. Holding the ladder horizontally, Saki charged at them and took them both out, clearing her path to the title. She set up the ladder right under the hanging belt and started to climb her way up, but halfway through it Adam Webb grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her down, connecting with the Punch Line (roaring elbow) right to the jaw. Seeing no one around, Adam began now to ascend the ladder and he almost reached the top when Spider pulled herself up and rushed her way up, reaching Adam when he was literally fingertips away from the title and punched him on the ribs. The two started trading hands in a precarious position, making it all the easier for Liv to take out some competition simply by pushing the ladder. Jones was the one who got the worst out of it as, unlike Adam, she didn’t find the ropes to slow down the fall, landing on the floor outside the ring. There was concern about Robyn’s conditions as she was now being checked by the MWE officials after the nasty fall. But the action kept going inside the ring where the ladder was now resting in the corner where Liv positioned it after blocking another attempt from Saki by sliding between her legs and powerbombing her to the canvas. Adam ended up back first on the ladder after an irish whip from the former Riot Champion, who was now charging at him. Webb sucked her in and sent her face first against the ladder, picking up the piece of furniture to bring it back in the center of the ring and use it to retain his title. His girlfriend and manager Wren Sweet tried to warn him, but Adam could in no way avoid the dropkick from the Singapore Mauler that sent the ladder on his face. Once again the former Empire Extreme Champion began to climb in solitary, with nothing and no one in sight to stop her from retrieving the Junior Heavyweight Championship. Out of nowhere came Spider, her left arm limp against her body as she was clearly favoring her shoulder after the fall. Nonetheless, and not without struggle, she brought another ladder inside the ring and set it up obliquely, using it as a ramp to reach the top faster, stopping Saki while she was trying to unhook the title. Another fight ensued, Saki with a headbutt stunned her and, showing no care at all for the opponent’s or even her own health, she jumped over the ladder, catching Robyn with a powerbomb through the ladder Spider set up earlier. The ring was a mess of broken bodies and ladders. Liv was still sandwiched between the two side rails after Spider dove onto him with a senton. Saki was laying on the mat after her attempt at retrieving the title was frustrated by a suplex off the top from Adam, who was now slowly pulling himself up. Spider was setting up the ladder, keeping Adam at bay with a back kick to the stomach. She was checking the stability of the ladder who got damaged in one of the many bumps it took when Adam revived and slammed her face against the steps, slowly starting his ascension. Robyn was stunned, blood trickling down her forehead but still tried to intercept the champion, climbing behind me and hitting him with two stiff forearms to the back, managing to slow him down. Jones then slid under him so that she had him now on his shoulders, ready do take him down with an electric chair. But while she was trying to win Adam’s resistance, with the champ desperately hanging on the steps, Liv smashed another ladder on their back, twice until they all fell to the mat. She then moved their ladder away, setting up hers (way more stable) perfectly under the title and began her climbing. Saki was the only one who could stop her, using the other ladder to help herself up to her feet. Liv was halfway there and the Kawaii Deathmachine climbed the wobbly ladder, reaching the top and, taking a big risk, jumped from there to the one Liv was in. She reached the former Riot champion while she was unhooking the title, stopping her with some punches to the stomach. She even smashed her face on the top step, which gave Saki enough time to reach the belt with her fingers. The fans were on their feet ready to celebrate the new champion, but Oz Dalton, Liv’s boyfriend and manager grabbed her foot. The Singapore Mauler looked down at him, surprised and annoyed by the interference and she started to kick Dalton away while Mercer, undisturbed, retrieved the title. WINNER: Liv Mercer (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Title Retrieval, 12:19 |
Peyton Holland: "We have a new Junior Heavyweight Champion, ladies and gentlemen! Liv Mercer did it!"
Jessi Idol: "With a hand... literally... from her boyfriend Oz Dalton."
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, I feel bad for Saki. She literally had the match won, if it wasn't for Liv's boyfriend."
Jessi Idol: "Look at her, she's fuming... And that means no good for the new Champion."
Jessi Idol: "With a hand... literally... from her boyfriend Oz Dalton."
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, I feel bad for Saki. She literally had the match won, if it wasn't for Liv's boyfriend."
Jessi Idol: "Look at her, she's fuming... And that means no good for the new Champion."
The camera cuts backstage to the curious sight of an entire beach oasis, smack dab in the middle of the Enterprise Arena. Complete with sand to dig the toes into and personal pool to take the place of the waves of the ocean, this tropical acid trip is completed by the immaculate, cabana-style lounges and sofa, as well as the canopy blocking out the bright sun that definitely settled under the roof of the arena. There, kicked back in the way only he can, is the man himself; Devin Hearst. The man self-dubbed “The Florida Shuffle” looks as relaxed as possible on a night where the pressure should be the most on. Across his lap, the legs of his girlfriend turned manager, Ryker Kane-Khatri, as she too takes more to laying back than sweat the moment. As the camera approaches, however, we see Andrew Wilkow has not been given the luxury of relaxation, as he balances a tray with two extremely colorful drinks with one had while he fans the couple with the palm leaf clutched in the other. Devin takes a long sip of his drink, savoring the moment.
Devin Hearst:
I want to say it’s not too much longer now, ya know? Just a short few minutes until I get the vindication I’ve been looking for my entire career. Fact is, it’s not soon enough. It’s been way too looooooong, man. I’m not about to rattle off how many years I’ve been at this or how every single time I get on the cusp of winning the big one, some fucking curse or angry pagen god comes along and kills the company or cancels the match; all types of fun stuff. You know what, though? All good. Every little thing is good, because tonight, I make everything right. We make everything right, man!
Devin takes another small sip of his drink before deciding otherwise and knocking the whole thing back and tossing the glass over his shoulder. Wilkow scrambles to catch the glass with the now empty tray in his hand, but the shattering of glass against the concrete floor in the distance gives away his failure.
Devin Hearst:
Tonight, I become RIOT champion. I become the TOP champion, and despite how hard the company wants to pretend that it’s not, the RIOT championship is the top championship. It became that top championship when I dunked on that entire fucking roster because that’s what I do! Now, there’s only one left. Only you, Eliza, and once this is done, I’m hacking off the top of the mountain, dragging it back to the shores of Tahiti with me and spiking it in front of my bar as a monument to my status as the best Millennium has to offer. Let me say that again; the best. THE. BEST. All I need is the jewelry to prove it.
Removing his obscenely expensive sunglasses from his face, the raw expression across Hearst’s face is unlike anything we’ve seen in his recent transformation. This was a primal need for victory. This was the hunger of the pack alpha, just dressed in a flowery shirt.
Devin Hearst:
I had all these plans for my entrance, tonight. Fireworks, dancers, three choirs, and my god damn tigers I’ve been waiting on, but not tonight. Tonight’s not about that. Tonight isn’t about pageantry or flashing wealth. It’s not about showboating. Tonight’s not about Millennium or RIOT, and it’s sure not about you, Eliza. Tonight is about me and only me. My time, and when this is all said and done, Eliza, you’re going to the hospital. You’re not coming back … I have to make an example of you. Tonight, the image of me standing over you with my RIOT Championship high above my head becomes the symbol of undeniable truth that the song has been singing every time I’ve driven out to the ring since I debuted. You .... are looking at …
Taking a moment to breath it all in, Hearst lets the dust pass his lips in a final whisper that shook the arena like thunder.
Devin Hearst:
The Man.
Devin Hearst:
I want to say it’s not too much longer now, ya know? Just a short few minutes until I get the vindication I’ve been looking for my entire career. Fact is, it’s not soon enough. It’s been way too looooooong, man. I’m not about to rattle off how many years I’ve been at this or how every single time I get on the cusp of winning the big one, some fucking curse or angry pagen god comes along and kills the company or cancels the match; all types of fun stuff. You know what, though? All good. Every little thing is good, because tonight, I make everything right. We make everything right, man!
Devin takes another small sip of his drink before deciding otherwise and knocking the whole thing back and tossing the glass over his shoulder. Wilkow scrambles to catch the glass with the now empty tray in his hand, but the shattering of glass against the concrete floor in the distance gives away his failure.
Devin Hearst:
Tonight, I become RIOT champion. I become the TOP champion, and despite how hard the company wants to pretend that it’s not, the RIOT championship is the top championship. It became that top championship when I dunked on that entire fucking roster because that’s what I do! Now, there’s only one left. Only you, Eliza, and once this is done, I’m hacking off the top of the mountain, dragging it back to the shores of Tahiti with me and spiking it in front of my bar as a monument to my status as the best Millennium has to offer. Let me say that again; the best. THE. BEST. All I need is the jewelry to prove it.
Removing his obscenely expensive sunglasses from his face, the raw expression across Hearst’s face is unlike anything we’ve seen in his recent transformation. This was a primal need for victory. This was the hunger of the pack alpha, just dressed in a flowery shirt.
Devin Hearst:
I had all these plans for my entrance, tonight. Fireworks, dancers, three choirs, and my god damn tigers I’ve been waiting on, but not tonight. Tonight’s not about that. Tonight isn’t about pageantry or flashing wealth. It’s not about showboating. Tonight’s not about Millennium or RIOT, and it’s sure not about you, Eliza. Tonight is about me and only me. My time, and when this is all said and done, Eliza, you’re going to the hospital. You’re not coming back … I have to make an example of you. Tonight, the image of me standing over you with my RIOT Championship high above my head becomes the symbol of undeniable truth that the song has been singing every time I’ve driven out to the ring since I debuted. You .... are looking at …
Taking a moment to breath it all in, Hearst lets the dust pass his lips in a final whisper that shook the arena like thunder.
Devin Hearst:
The Man.
Riot Championship Match
Eliza Valentine (c) VS Devin HearstDevin Hearst and Eliza Valentine, two of the most representative and charismatic superstars in Riot finally collided one on one tonight. March 31st was the first time they crossed paths during the 20 person Battle Royale at Dark Web. Hearst was this close to win it, and with that the right to challenge Liv Mercer for the Riot Championship. But that night was the night Eliza made her comeback to MWE as the last, surprise entrant, eliminating Hearst and picking up the win. From rivals, they then found themselves on the same side at Viva La Revolucion, leading team Riot to the victory and remaining the last two people standing. In that occasion, Devin issued the challenge, and tonight, he finally had his one on one opportunity. The bell rang and the Florida Shuffle immediately charged with a lariat ducked by Eliza who let out her aggressiveness with three right hands to the face, pushing Devin back into his corner where she hit him with three knife edge chops to the chest. The Riot Champion now grabbed the challenger by the wrist and fired him in the opposite corner, but Hearst reversed the irish whip, and it was EJV who ended up back first against the turnbuckle. She immediately bounced back with a clothesline, absorbed by the former Dog Of War who just shook his head before rocking her with a three punch and an european uppercut combo, before almost beheading her with a big time discus lariat. Eliza didn’t stay down for long, if at all, immediately making it back to her feet and getting in Devin’s face, gnashing her teeth at him. The staredown kept going for a few seconds, before it broke down in another brawl. Eliza wasn’t afraid of going punch to punch with the bigger and stronger opponent, holding her own against him and even getting the upper hand. She ended her sequence with a spinning heel kick that forced Hearst to take a breath. Eliza followed him outside, staring a hole through Wilkow who thought better than getting in her way and she hit Devin with an elbow to the back of the head. Perhaps growing a bit too confident, the champ made a crucial mistake when she tried to chop the former CWC International Champion who ducked it. Her hand hit the steel post, and soon after her face did as well. Hearst brought the match back in the ring, now maintaining control with a front facelock on the champion. A couple of knee strikes before he finally lifted her for a suplex and let her fall down for his Desperado (throwing releasing suplex). Andrew Wilkow on the outside kept cheering on his boss, mimicking every punch he landed on the opponent’s face. He even raised his left in the exact same moment Devin did to stop the running Eliza with a big boot and when Hearst made the cover he, of course, echoed the referee’s count, arguing with the official saying that, according to his count, it was a three. The referee threatened to expel him, and Hearst himself told his bodyguard to shut up. This little distraction allowed Eliza to recover and take the challenger off guard with a headbutt. With Devin momentarily dizzy, the Riot Champion started swinging her educated feet, connecting a flurry of kicks to the legs and, lefts and rights equally distributed. A superkick completed the sequence, flooring the Florida Shuffle. Valentine then stomped him hard on the chest and left him short winded, holding his ribcage. Rest assured, this wasn’t a coincidence, or a lucky chance. Eliza wa well aware of the history of rib injuries her opponent went through, she only needed an opening to play her game plan. And now that had started, she insisted on that part of the body, almost getting the win after a chestblower. It was getting harder to breathe correctly for The Dude, as she likes to refer to himself as. The sense of urgency began to show, he knew perfectly well that he had to try to end the match quickly or he might end up succumbing to the Riot Champion, who had him now in the corner and was driving her knees to his chest multiple times, He blocked the champ’s knee, hitting her with a couple of left forearms for good measure before taking a couple of steps forward and launching her backwards against the corner with an exploder suplex. Eliza pulled herself up, getting squashed with a corner splash by Dev who immediately regretted his decision as it added more damage to his already battered chest and ribs. A chance Eliza couldn’t and didn’t pass on, hitting a few more shots before going for a Chick Kick, ducked by Devin who then slid between the champ’s legs while she was turned around and lifted her on his shoulders, falling backwards and bringing her down to the waiting canvas with an electric chair drop. A kick to the stomach set her up for the first Evenflow DDT attempt, countered by Valentine who answered with a sitout jawbreaker, stunning the opponent and quickly planting him on the canvas with the Mysterious Girl. Shock amongst the fans when Devin kicked out. Eliza herself couldn’t believe it, but just like before, the referee’s hand stopped before the three. The action went on for another minute, both competitors starting to pay the price of an hard hitting match like this was. Until the challenger sent Eliza in the corner and rammed his boot against her face. All he had to do now was connecting the Evenflow DDT, and he did that. Three seconds later and Devin Hearst was your new Rior Champion WINNER: Devin Hearst BY: Pinfall (evenflow ddr), 14:09 |
Zackary Dyson: "The second title change of the night! We have a new Riot Champion!"
Sir Figgles: "Hearst put an end at Eliza's reign, like he promised."
Zackary Dyson: "The Florida Shuffle is the new King of Riot. Who will step up to challenge him?"
Sir Figgles: "Hearst put an end at Eliza's reign, like he promised."
Zackary Dyson: "The Florida Shuffle is the new King of Riot. Who will step up to challenge him?"
Devin Heart’s celebration as the Riot Champion is soon cut short, as “Nightmare” by Halsey blares over the PA system. Devin looks towards the entrance way and there stands Megan Rydell, who won earlier tonight, with a mic in hand. The music soon dies down and Meg raises the microphone to her lips and begins to speak.
Megan Rydell:
Devin, Devin, Devin… You shouldn’t be celebrating. Because you just punched a ticket to having to deal with me and let me tell you… I’m your worst fucking nightmare.
Meg nods confidently before continuing on.
Megan Rydell:
You now possess the Riot Championship, the most tainted belt in this company. The championship that so desperately needs a real star to hold it. Because right now? That title is a fucking joke.
The fans boo, causing Meg to laugh and shake her head and shrug her shoulders.
Megan Rydell:
What? I’m just telling the truth. Look at where you are on the card right now. There’s four more matches after this one, when this match should be the fucking main event. But Eliza, who I’ve always respected and wanted to take the Riot Championship off of? She became content, lost even. It’s obvious that fire that she used to have died out. Why is that? Maybe it’s because she found love in that muscled up freak, Nora. I don’t fucking know and I don’t care. All I know is that she let this brand go to shit and I’m the only one that can save it.
More boos ring out as Megan rolls her eyes.
Megan Rydell:
All of you can shut the fuck up!
The boos grow louder as Megan laughs lightly.
Megan Rydell:
Devin, you’re not a star. You’re not the one who carried Millennium on their back when it transitioned from Pride Pro Wrestling. It was me who did it. I was here at the beginning, it was me putting on five star matches, it was me main eventing with the likes of Eliza and Jacob Daniels. But now here we are, with this company needing my talent to save it again, but this time? Eliza is out of the picture. Now it’s just me and I will become the Riot Champion that this company deserves. I will become the Riot Champion that will main event every supershow, the Riot Champion who can stand toe to toe with the Millennium Champion.
Megan points down to the ring.
Megan Rydell:
Those are things you can’t do. Which is why I’ll be taking that championship away from you. So prepare for a short reign, because the era of Megan Rydell is about to begin.
Meg drops the mic and she stares down to the ring. Devin Heart raises his Riot Championship in the air and taps it, telling Megan to bring it on. Megan takes her hands and does the championship motion around her waist.
Megan Rydell:
Devin, Devin, Devin… You shouldn’t be celebrating. Because you just punched a ticket to having to deal with me and let me tell you… I’m your worst fucking nightmare.
Meg nods confidently before continuing on.
Megan Rydell:
You now possess the Riot Championship, the most tainted belt in this company. The championship that so desperately needs a real star to hold it. Because right now? That title is a fucking joke.
The fans boo, causing Meg to laugh and shake her head and shrug her shoulders.
Megan Rydell:
What? I’m just telling the truth. Look at where you are on the card right now. There’s four more matches after this one, when this match should be the fucking main event. But Eliza, who I’ve always respected and wanted to take the Riot Championship off of? She became content, lost even. It’s obvious that fire that she used to have died out. Why is that? Maybe it’s because she found love in that muscled up freak, Nora. I don’t fucking know and I don’t care. All I know is that she let this brand go to shit and I’m the only one that can save it.
More boos ring out as Megan rolls her eyes.
Megan Rydell:
All of you can shut the fuck up!
The boos grow louder as Megan laughs lightly.
Megan Rydell:
Devin, you’re not a star. You’re not the one who carried Millennium on their back when it transitioned from Pride Pro Wrestling. It was me who did it. I was here at the beginning, it was me putting on five star matches, it was me main eventing with the likes of Eliza and Jacob Daniels. But now here we are, with this company needing my talent to save it again, but this time? Eliza is out of the picture. Now it’s just me and I will become the Riot Champion that this company deserves. I will become the Riot Champion that will main event every supershow, the Riot Champion who can stand toe to toe with the Millennium Champion.
Megan points down to the ring.
Megan Rydell:
Those are things you can’t do. Which is why I’ll be taking that championship away from you. So prepare for a short reign, because the era of Megan Rydell is about to begin.
Meg drops the mic and she stares down to the ring. Devin Heart raises his Riot Championship in the air and taps it, telling Megan to bring it on. Megan takes her hands and does the championship motion around her waist.
Singles Match
Christopher Kane VS Anastasia StarlingChristopher’s Kane last time in a MWE ring. The last match of the only two time MWE Champion couldn’t be anywhere else rather than where it started. Chicago, Enterprise Arena. One year after that 22nd of October that changed the company’s landscape, when Grace van Beek took over the company despite Christopher’s betrayal costing her the match against Chuck Matthew’s team. One year of suffering with everything the Happy Few put him through, culminated with the title win at Deep In The Heart last February. Then the issues with his personal life, the elbow injury, the controversial loss of the title against Grace’s chosen one, SERO. The return from the injury this summer, the second title reign lasting only a couple of minutes before Melissa Reeves’ cash in… It’s been an eventful run in MWE for Kane, a run that ended tonight here in Chicago, two days after his contract expiration. A run that was set to end against one of the new faces of the company, a name that many were surprised to see venturing outside of The Underground, the company owned by her father: Anastasia Starling. The Pale Winged Passerine made quite an impact since joining the green brand, having beat the likes of Bree Smith and Akemi Hayashi and forcing Chris Constantine to a draw, only thanks to Olivia stopping Starling from getting the count out win. After the confrontation between them last week, Chris asked and obtained this match. And, rest assured, he wanted to go out with a win. Since before the match officially started, Kane taunted the opponent calling her that name, monster, she despised so much. Not a smart choice, considering what Anastasia has done in the past when she’s flipped that switch, see Underground’s marquee event “And Justice For All” for reference. And yet, showing great control, Anastasia was seen taking deep breaths, asking Christopher to stop. The bell rang, the two met in the middle of the ring and once again Kane whispered that word in her face. Shaking her head, Starling begged him to stop, her hands clutching at her neck in a gesture that she had been seen doing so often. A sudden reverse side kick to the chest from Chris caught the former SSWA champion off guard and dropped her on her knees. Kane followed with two more quick kicks, one to left and one to the right shoulder of the opponent, prelude to a third, stiff roundhouse kick that might have had knocked out the Monster For The Millennium, if she didn’t duck it at the very last moment, turning and grabbing his legs flipping him into a pinning predicament, from which kicked out in two. Ana was the quickest to get back to her feet, swinging her leg for a roundhouse of her own dodged by Kane who rolled her over with a schoolboy pin, getting a near fall of his own. The first part of the match was fought at ridiculous speed by both competitors, Ana landing a beautiful standing moonsault after sweeping his leg. CK answered a moment later with a superkick that caught Ana on the jaw, sending her against the ropes. Starling bounced back finding Chris’ arms waiting for her with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The former MWE champion tried to slow down the pace of the match, applying a headlock and hitting the opponent with four knee strikes, lifting her with a cravate suplex. CK stayed on the attack with a series of stomps to the chest, until Ana rolled out of the way and under the bottom rope taking a much needed break from the opponent’s assault, At least that was her plan, one Christopher firmly disagreed with. Grabbing a handful of hair, he dragged her up to a vertical position, locking her in a front facelock and tried to suplex her back into the ring. Starling held onto the ropes, resisting Christopher’s attempt and punching him in the ribs with the free hand. A few strikes later and Kane was forced to release the hold. Ana took advantage of the situation to drive her shoulder in Chris’ mid-section. With the opponent bent over, she jumped back in the ring with a sunset flip powerbomb, holding Kane down for another two count. As he got back to his feet, Starling went for a middle kick, blocked by Chris who then pushed her foot up. Her natural agility allowed the Pale Winged Passerine to land on her feet, her instinct and flexibility to avoid the clothesline bending backwards a la Matrix. Chris charged back in, receiving a back kick to the sternum and a Pele Kick in quick succession. Feeling the momentum in her favor, Ana tried a springboard moonsault, but this time CK was ready and raised his knees to block her attempt. Once again Christopher seemed to have control of the operations, blocking now the opponent in the corner and hitting her with a series of kicks to the stomach. With a snapmare he dropped her to a seated position and, from the middle rope, hit her with a dropkick to the back of the head. He then picked her up and lifted her with ease in a fireman carry’s position, dropping her into a Pele Kick for his Hit By A Cyclone. Ana kicked out of that too, leaving Kane to wonder what he could do to keep her down. The two time champ started showing some signs of frustration after his New York Rain (diving Meteora) earned him another two near fall. Shaking his head, he picked the opponent up and, grabbing her by the nape, pulled her head down and hit three more knees to the face, sending her against the ropes and over his head with a back body drop. As soon as Starling landed hard on her back, Chris ran in the opposite direction, gaining some speed and momentum against the ropes connecting with the Sliding D he call Untitled Finale. With a smile on his face, he hooked the far leg to make the cover, but once again Anastasia raised her shoulder just in the nick of time. Chris looked at the referee in disbelief, but the official confirmed his decision. Anastasia was barely moving, breathing heavily and her eyes partly closed. Christopher sat on her chest and began to rain down punches on her face, all while mocking and trash talking her. “Why don’t you stay down?” He yelled. “Where’s the monster?” He shouted in her face. “Show me the monster. SHOW ME!” But Ana wasn’t reacting, barely raising her arms to try block Chris’ blows, who continued incessantly. Grabbing her now by the sides of her neck, he began slamming her head on the canvas. Then all of a sudden, Ana’s heterochromia afflicted eyes popped open, staring holes into Chris. She reached him with a headbutt, and a second one, right on the bridge of the nose. Kane pulled himself up, immediately bringing his hand to his bleeding nose. Ana stood up as well, seething and gritting her teeth, her greens and blues fixed on her opponent in front of her. She touched the golden chain around her neck that got pulled during the struggle. This time, the mysterious item didn’t calm the Pale Winged Passerine, like it did in previous occasions. Letting out a high pitched scream, she charged at him and knocked him back with a jumping knee, pushing him into the ropes. When he bounced back, she met him with the Our Lady Peace, the spinning bicycle kick she adopted from her mother, Lady Magdalena, catching Chris right on the bloodied face. A woman possessed, Anastasia was now showing that overly aggressive side for the first time in a MWE ring, to the point where the referee had to warn her in a couple of occasions. But she didn’t seem to care, her only focus now seemed to be hurting the opponent. The Spinning Birdie Kick, the Angra Mainyu, she showed off all her arsenal, and eventually had Chris right where she wanted him. She picked up his limp body, applying a ¾ facelock and performed a somersault forward, twisting Chris’ neck connecting the most devastating move in her arsenal, the American Horror Story, that not only gave her so many successes, but ended more than one career. And the Corkscrew Neckbreaker put the word end on this match and on Christopher Kane career in MWE. WINNER: Anastasia Starling BY: Pinfall (American Horror Story), 17:13 |
Jessi Idol: "Not the way Chris Kane wanted to leave..."
Peyton Holland: "He's lucky he's leaving on his feet, if you want me to be honest. This... side of Anastasia is scary."
Jessi Idol: "I think all the wrestling fans still have in mind her match against Sarah Sorlie at And Justice For All."
Peyton Holland: "That's exactly what I'm talking about. She's a force to be reckon with, but when she flips that switch..."
Jessi Idol: "... She becomes unstoppable."
The fans tribute one last applause and a "Thank you Chris" chant as the former MWE Champion leaves the ring. Sitting in the front row, Skylar Rayner and Peyton's daughter are seen sighing in relief at the sight of Kane raising his thumb, reassuring them about his conditions.
Peyton Holland: "He's lucky he's leaving on his feet, if you want me to be honest. This... side of Anastasia is scary."
Jessi Idol: "I think all the wrestling fans still have in mind her match against Sarah Sorlie at And Justice For All."
Peyton Holland: "That's exactly what I'm talking about. She's a force to be reckon with, but when she flips that switch..."
Jessi Idol: "... She becomes unstoppable."
The fans tribute one last applause and a "Thank you Chris" chant as the former MWE Champion leaves the ring. Sitting in the front row, Skylar Rayner and Peyton's daughter are seen sighing in relief at the sight of Kane raising his thumb, reassuring them about his conditions.
The scene comes to life in one of the makeshift locker rooms that’ve been put together here at the Enterprise Arena in Chicago. We’re greeted with a shot of Javen sat in front of a mirror that is leaned back into a locker. The rainbow-colored hair of the youngest of the Brothers McMillion is pulled back in a ponytail for now. As the camera moves around, it can be seen that Javen is busy applying his face paint. We get about a minute of Javen getting himself ready for the Tag Team championship match later tonight, and then the sound of a door opening is heard. The door is heard closing. There’s shuffling sounds and then in the mirror we see the reflection of Christian Michaels.
Christian Michaels:
You ready for tonight brother?
Javen doesn’t immediately respond as he finishes the final touches of his war paint. But when he’s done, Javen sets the stick down and nods.
Javen:
Yep. I’m ready brother. We’re gonna go out there and---
He turned around on the bench he was sat on, ready to chat with his older brother, but it doesn’t go that way. From across the room Christian closes the distance between them in a couple strides. En route to getting there Michaels angrily flips a table that sends the gear bags of both men flying.
Javen:
Hey what the…
Christian Michaels:
“What the hell?” is right Simon! What in the hell is “Yep. I’m ready”?!?!
Michaels mocked his brother’s voice when repeating what he said moments ago.
Christian Michaels:
What THE HELL is wrong with you?
At this point Javen flies to his feet and he pushes his big brother back a bit.
Javen:
What in the hell is wrong with you?!
Fire burning in Javen’s eyes. Seeing that kind of fire in his brother’s eyes seems to please Christian a bit. He nods in appreciation of it.
Christian Michaels:
There we go! There’s a little bit of what we need to see tonight! THAT is what I need out of my brother tonight! Because brother tonight is not just another shot at the Millenium Wrestling Tag Team championships. Tonight we’re taking on a couple of young guns….Hooligunnz if ya will….that are looking at us coming wondering why we really deserve this shot! They’ve been pretty much untouchable since they won the belts, and won what? Our match that made us the next challengers? Well what in the hell have we done since?!
Michaels’ nostrils flaring as he takes a moment to let his brother digest that last bit.
Christian Michaels:
So tonight…..Tonight those two kids, The Hooligunnz, are looking to not just beat us in a successful title defense…. They wanna embarrass you and me! Trey? Spectre? Simon they wanna embarrass us as a couple of old guys that oughta be sent out to pasture!
CM walks away from Javen, over to the flipped table with their gear bags on the floor. The camera watches as Christian bends over and pushes the spilled gear around. When he stands back up there’s a paper in his hand. The older brother takes the paper and shoves it against his younger brother’s chest. Javen wearing a look of confusion as he takes the paper and begins reading it.
Javen:
Wh-What’s this…?!
Christian Michaels:
That? That’s the official announcement that Millennium has put out for a new version of the tag team tournament that brought us here.
Javen:
….
Christian Michaels:
You know what this could mean don’t you Simon? The tag team scene around here is about to get a whole lot more crowded! So title shots are gonna be in a premium before long. Every team is gonna be fighting harder and harder to get a shot. And when you got us? A couple boys from the south that’ve thus far wasted every shot we’ve had? It’s gonna be harder to get our names in those conversations.
Christian inhales a deep breath. Javen seems to be coming to grips with what his brother has been telling him.
Christian Michaels:
Tonight, Simon, we’ve gotta go out there and we gotta…..We…. We gotta---
Javen:
WE GOTTA KICK THE SHIT OUTTA THEM!!!
Christian Michaels:
Yeah!
Javen:
Those little sons of bitches think we’re just gonna be some kind stepping stones?! The folks in the office think we’re just gonna be forgotten about?! Naw naw naw! Eff that noise! There’s not gonna be any forgetting the Brothers McMillion!
CM is fired back up now. He’s nodding his head with his brother. Javen reaches back and yanks the ponytail holder from his hair. Javen shakes his hair loose and pushes his brother again. CM responds in kind.
Christian Michaels:
THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! THAT’S THE VERSION OF YOU I’M LOOKING FOR!
Javen:
YEAH!
Christian Michaels:
Let’s go get after it my brother! It’s time to make sure that Spectre and Trey never forget the team The Brothers McMillion! Let’s go bring home those tag team championships!
Javen:
LET’S GOOOOOOO!!!!!
Javen makes a beeline for the door out of the locker room. He’s followed closely by Christian. Before the scene switches back ringside, the camera gets a good shot of the MWE announcement flier of the #MWETagTeamTournament...
Singles Match
No Countout
Helena Noir VS Chris Constantine JuniorNo Countout
Helena Noir’s signing with MWE was kept a secret until the last Liberty Champion showed up in Sacramento to interrupt Olivia from helping her husband in his tag match against Victoria Salinas and Bethany Driver. Chris didn’t take the “assault” on his wife lightly, joining Redd the week after during his Last One Standing Match against Helena to get his revenge on the last Liberty Champion. After last week’s tornado tag team match, the two rivals finally found themselves face to face, in a no count-out match. A stipulation Helena wanted to exploit to the fullest since the early moments when, after twisting Constantine’s arm in an unnatural way, she sent him for a run with an irish whip, following him and catching him with a knee to the stomach as soon as he rebounded back from the ropes, adding a clothesline to drop him on the outside. Olivia immediately went to check on her husband, finishing right in the line of fire as Helena delighted the Chicago fans with a rare but perfectly executed Asai Moonsault off the top rope, taking out the couple and landing on her feet under a shower of applauses. She even indulged in a gesture of courtesy, offering her hand to Oliva and apologizing, pulling her up from the floor. Constantine’s wife reaction was not as kind as he tried to slap the smile off Helena’s face. The sweden quick reflexes made it look easy for her to block Olivia’s hand, reminding her that, despite the no count-out rule in play, she could still get Chris disqualified, if she’d get involved. A veiled threat, masked as a friendly advice. A page right out of Helena’s book, but still an unnecessary distraction that bought Chris enough time to get back to his feet and hit her with a forearm to the back of the head. As easily predictable, the match was fought pretty much only on the outside, where Chris and Helena could maximize the damage they were doing to each other. Constantine introduced the tattooed woman to the ring steps, launching her shoulder first against them. The impact sent the upper part of said steps flying several feet away, while a knocked out Helena was laying on the lower part. With a devious smirk printed on his face, Constantine approached her and pulled her face up by her hair, insulting the woman before pushing her head first on the steps once again. Climbing on the apron, not before blowing a kiss to his wife, he jumped off with a knee drop, finding nothing but the unforgiving steel as Helena rolled out of the way at the last moment. A huge mistake by Chris, who probably underestimated the high pain tolerance of the former CanAm champion, a huge opportunity for Noir to steer the match in her favor. That right leg, and specifically the knee, became the target of her offense, with stomps on the steps and a stretch muffler applied with the sole purpose to weaken the leg since the submission win could not be achieved on the outside. The painstaking work the thirty years old put in definitely paid off, leaving a limping Chris licking his wounds. CCJ fought through the pain, using the apron to pull himself up. Helena was giving him no break, dropping a heavy shot to his back and spinning him around. Constantine was quick to poke her in the eye and, grabbing her by the top, dragged her against the steel post, immediately moving behind her back and connecting a german suplex. As she rested against the barricade, Chris clenched his teeth and charged in for a jumping knee, using the injured leg. Both competitors were now down, Constantine holding his knee and Helena visibly stunned by the knee to the face. After destroying the announcer’s table with the American Strong Piledriver, Chris started dragging the motionless opponent toward the ring. It wasn’t an easy feat, you can bet, especially with an injured leg. It took him a while, but he managed to hoist her on the apron and push her under the bottom rope. He reached her inside and went to pick her up, getting caught off guard by an inside cradle from the former Liberty champion. The first pinning predicament, twelve minutes in the match, only resulted in a two count. The match went on, both competitors spent and bruised from the first intense ten minutes barely finding the strength to hit each other with the stiffest right hands in an exchange that captured the interest of the vocal fans, cheering when Helena was getting the upper hand and booing loudly when Christopher was the one coming out on top. And the son of the legendary DOW manager came out victorious from the battle rocking the opponent with a vicious right hook and lifting for a buckle bomb. His right knee gave up when he put all the weight on it to throw Helena against the corner, but despite the pain and everything, he still managed to complete the move. Cursing, He left the ring and grabbed Helena’s leg, smashing it against the steel post multiple times, causing her to scream in pain. Satisfied, he entered the ring once again and dragged her to the center of the ring, where he locked her in his patented Figure Four. Helena tried her best to resist and break free from the Red White and Tapout, but Chris had mastered the submission, leaving her little to no room to maneuver. And the onslaught her knee just went through certainly didn’t help. With one last, desperate effort she managed to roll on her stomach, reversing the pressure on his knee, who had been going through a lot of punishment tonight. Chris was in agony, his hand raised and ready to tap out. The referee went to check on him, asking him if he was going to give up. Constantine firmly refused but you could tell he was seriously considering it. The pain was overwhelming, Chris clenched his teeth trying to resist… Then suddenly he hung on the referee’s shirt, with the official yelling at him to let him go. Using him to get some leverage, CCJ managed to roll over, switching the pressure once again on Helena’s leg. The swedish quickly tried to reach the ropes, her fingertips literally touching the bottom one. And then Chris pulled her back to the center of the ring where, despite her pain resistance, she was forced to tap out. WINNER: Chris Constantine Junior BY: Submission (Red, White and Tap Out), 16:01 |
Zackary Dyson: "What a match!"
Sir Figgles: "They certainly held nothing back tonight. Chris pulling the ref shirt was a stroke of genius."
Zackary Dyson: "Will you stop praising every cheating ways?"
Sir Figgles: "I'm just saying, when the stakes are so high, you have to be creative and take any chance you get. Chris did that tonight."
Sir Figgles: "They certainly held nothing back tonight. Chris pulling the ref shirt was a stroke of genius."
Zackary Dyson: "Will you stop praising every cheating ways?"
Sir Figgles: "I'm just saying, when the stakes are so high, you have to be creative and take any chance you get. Chris did that tonight."
Anastasia Starling
I’m sorry… I’m sorry…
The Pale Winged Passerine could be heard saying, her breathing out of control as she propped herself against the way, her right hand keeping herself steady as her left clutched the chain of the necklace that was wrapped around her throat. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she almost snarled as her wild eyes cast around her surroundings, backstage crew avoiding her feathered image as if she was the Black Death itself. Her masked eyes cast around herself, ever watching, but it was clear she was not making her way to the dressing rooms, walking in the opposite direction to where the green shine on the wall was pointing to.
Anastasia Starling:
Why does no one listen to me? Why do they not care? Why do they let themselves be used and abused? Why are they slaves to the grind?
She paused and she stumbled, clutching onto that chain like her life depended upon it. As she turned a corner, the camera spotted two figures, wearing matching suits of silver and grey, touching their ears as they seemed to speak to an invisible person. Starling seemed to panic, her breathing becoming more out of control as her arms flapped as if she was taking flight. But as she tried to move, she froze, as if everything good in the world suddenly drained away.
Anastasia Starling:
No one else can hear you… but I can…
She snarled, her attention diverting away from the two suited men as they seemed to head towards the emergency exit as they disappeared into the night.
Anastasia Starling:
Uncle…
Out from the shadows stepped a suited figure, his head tilted to one side. His eyes could create holes in time itself, and he let out a grunt, his feet not making a single sound as they strode towards her.
Andreas Lasiewicz:
Niece…
Anastasia Starling:
You do know this is the first time you have spoken to me in almost two years.
Ana, still exhausted from her fight, began to pull the bobbles from her coloured pigtails, shades of pink and blue upon liquid gold, and her glare was something unheard of, Andreas seeming to cast his eyes to the side.
Anastasia Starling:
Two years, Uncle. And it takes a moment like this for you to step out of the shadows and remember that I am family. That I am flesh and blood, and there is a bond… It takes me letting go and unleashing the ‘family nature’ for you to actually say something.
She gripped the legend’s face, forcing him to look at her in the most insane of moments as she screamed at him as if she was a banshee.
Anastasia Starling:
FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!!!
Andreas was stoic as always, as the tears trickled down the face of his niece, but his eyes couldn’t quite lock onto hers.
Andreas Lasiewicz:
What do you want me to say, Anastazja?
Anastasia Starling:
Something? Anything? Everything?
She pushed back, aggressively and violently, her bloodied and bruised fists trembling as she noticed his reaction, not letting the pronunciation of her birth name get to her.
Anastasia Starling:
Here you are… The Man, The Myth, The Silver Eagle Legend… And the world bows in your presence for the sheer sake that you graced it with your image.
Andreas Lasiewicz:
…
She tilted her head, lolling it to one side as she glared, letting out the most desperate of sighs.
Anastasia Starling:
Is this the part where the family ellipsis kicks in? I suppose it is. Sometimes I suppose it takes the most drastic of actions for those that you care about to wake up and take notice. Sometimes those that gave up on you need the most horrific wake up calls for them to open their eyes and pay attention. Sometimes, it ta--
Andreas Lasiewicz:
Ana...
He gripped her now, firmly by the shoulders as if to shake her awake as she crumbled before him.
Andreas Lasiewicz:
You are better than this… You are supposed to be the best of us.
Anastasia Starling:
Am I? Am I really? Am I really more than the Monster that is screamed for? Am I really more than the whore that is longed for? Am I more than just feathers falling upon the floor? And is not blood more important than anything?
Her emotions brought as the flood gates from her eyes opened, and still he could not lock eyes with her, and her lips trembled as she swatted away his grasp.
Andreas Lasiewicz:
Ana...
Her fist suddenly swung, connecting right with his nose as crimson splattered the camera lens, tainting the view of all who watched.
Anastasia Starling:
How did that feel? How did that feel? Tell me. Tell me how it feels.
She hit him again, and again, her fists knocking the Polish Spirit back a few steps.
Anastasia Starling:
FIGHT ME!!!
She swung again, manic and violent but this time he gripped her hand, and then the other as she swung violence at him desperately. His palms forced her back, holding onto her as she squirmed, trying to calm her to no avail.
Andreas Lasiewicz:
I will not fight my own flesh and blood.
Anastasia Starling:
No… but you will never support them.
Starling pushed away, almost snarling as she did so. She pulled at her own hair, screaming internally as she did so.
Anastasia Starling:
I adore you. My beloved Uncle. The man who did more than anyone else could. Than anyone ever should. You have fought, lived, died for this business and no matter the crimes you committed, or the sins you waged war for… They love you. The people truly love you. That’s all I ever wanted… Call me jealous…
From the step back, she took a stride forward, almost screaming at him in her hour of madness.
Anastasia Starling:
And once you stood at my side. You helped me, you spoke to me, you healed my pain with your words and cared for me when no one else did. You taught me that family matters. And that was even before I knew we were family. And then you cut me off… And you couldn’t even look me in the eye… You couldn’t look me in the eye like the--
She took in a deep breath, Andreas now locking eyes with her, but looking confused, unsure at what he was actually looking at.
Anastasia Starling:
Once upon a time, you were in the worst situation. You lay there in a coma after a match with my father. You didn’t wake for some time, and I know what that was like… I have been there. And when I was there, when I was at my worst on that bed, you… you were the one who sat beside me. You were the one that held my hand, you were the one who would never leave the hospital. And when the shoe was on the other foot… Who was there for you?
Ana wiped her eyes, giving off the saddest of sad smiles.
Anastasia Starling:
Heather was, always. She never left your side. But when she slept, and when she needed to recover, and when she needed to be there for the children… Who was there? Uncle Andy, who was there?
And now it was her turn to grip him by the shoulders, shaking him like her life depended upon it.
Anastasia Starling:
WHO WAS FUCKING THERE?! TALK TO ME!
Anastasia Starling:
I was. I held your hand, moped your brow, I even sang… All for you. All to hold on to the dream that my beloved Uncle would pull through. Not the legend, not the beast, not the Morning Star that threatened the world. But my family. And then you woke, and I was there, holding your hand in mine as I prayed you would recover. And you took one look in my eyes and throttled me within an inch of my life.
She clutched her throat as Andreas let go, a strange emotion showing on his face as Ana’s own flowed.
Anastasia Starling:
Don’t ever speak to me of family, or who you wouldn’t hurt. Don’t ever speak to me of a bond. Don’t ever speak to me of anything of the sort, because while you are here supporting the tiny blonde who abandoned us… YES… Abandoned us… By hiding who she was, claiming in acclaimed interviews that she wanted to make her own way, before cashing in on the fortune of the links to yours and Heather’s names… Then abandoning it to be adopted by the great, big, pink scum of the universe, the same who assaulted me… And cutting you off… And still you are here? For her… and not the person who needed you to stop everything that happened.
Andreas didn’t utter a single word, letting her say her peace as he now just looked on.
Anastasia Starling:
You were the one who could have done that. You could have helped. You could have kept me sane… But instead you let it happen, and waited it out so you could make your grand fucking return to the industry and make it all about you! I know why you did it… I know why I am nothing now. I am just a Lil’ Monster… But never judge the daughter by the sins of the father.
In this moment, something most have clicked in his brain, as the Morning Star’s eyes opened wide, wider than they had ever been before.
Andreas Lasiewicz:
What have you seen?
She gave no response, but her lip quivered again as she clutched onto that necklace of hers, unable to say anything. Andreas seemed desperate now, shaking the poor girl as she looked to lose herself.
Andreas Lasiewicz:
Ana, what have you seen? Tell me now, Ana... what have you seen?
She merely shook her head, beginning to pace away, looking both mad and sure of herself.
Anastasia Starling:
Dobranoc, Uncle…
He called out to her again, as she turned her head and would not have anything to do with him, or his support, Andreas bellowing out, and for once in his entire career, seemingly not sure of what was going on.
MWE Tag Team Championship Match
The HooligunnZ (c) VS Brothers McMillion
After winning the title shot in a 4-way Tag Team Match at Lux in Tenebris, the same night the HooligunnZ beat OMI and NEON of the Happy Few for the titles, the Brothers McMillion finally had their shot at the gold. Trey surprised CM with a dropkick right off the bat, sending him back onto the ropes. He reached him there and landed a flurry of forearm shots to the face, interrupted when Michaels managed to push him down on the mat. The Father Of Finesse rolled backwards and popped up to his feet, ducking CM’s charging in with a lariat and hitting the ropes on the opposite side to get more momentum behind the jumping forearm strike that rocked the veteran. Very aggressive since the get going, Cole landed a few more strikes pushing the opponent back into his corner, where he made the tag to his tag partner. Spectre entered the ring and dropped on all fours in front of Christian, while Trey ran to the opposite corner knocking Javen off the apron with a right hand, charging back and stepping on his partner’s back to jump on Christian with a knee to the face. The fans were loving the action brought by the Tag Team champion, who confirmed to be one of the most exciting teams to watch. A springboard arm drag from Spectre sent CM flying across the ring, and the nineteen years old veteran rolled under the bottom rope to catch his breath. The Tag Team champion hit him with a punch, a closed fist according to the referee that separated the two of them to give him a lecture. This allowed Treyvon to cheapshot CM with a superkick to the side of the head, almost knocking him off the apron. Michaels held onto the rope, although clearly stunned from the kick to the face. Pushing the referee aside, Spectre took this chance to run at Christian and leap, turning in mid air to drop him on the floor with the Cheating Death. (modified Salida Del Sol to the outside). Javen rushed to check on his brother and got wiped out with a senton from the apron by Trey. The tag team champions were on fire tonight, and the fans were loving it. Christian desperately needed to make the tag, but he constantly found himself on the wrong side of town, as the HolligunnZ were cutting the ring in half perfectly. After a corner exploder suplex, Trey tagged Spectre back in and the duo gave the challenger their Full Death Experience (double wristlock knee strike). Javen rushed into the ring and dodging Cole’s interception attempt dove on Spectre to break up the pin, saving the match. He even cleaned house for his brother, with one superkick to the charging Trey and one after ducking Spectre’s clothesline before the referee’s convinced him to leave the ring. Clapping his hands, Javen was now riling up the fans, getting them behind his brother who was slowly getting to the corner. Christian was literally fingertips away when Spectre grabbed him by the foot, blocking him before he could reach his brother’s extended hand. Michaels stretched himself. so close yet so far from the much needed tag. Unable to reach Simon, he then rolled forward, sending the opponent face first against the turnbuckle and finally breaking free. The tag was made and Javen entered the ring with a slingshot dropkick. Returning the courtesy from earlier in the match, he charged at their opponent’s corner and knocked Cole off the apron, focusing his attention back to Spectre who, in the meantime, pulled himself up and was laying against the turnbuckle, still dizzy after the head blow. With a monkey flip Simon tossed him back in the centre of the ring, landing with a running legdrop against his neck to pick up the first near fall for the challengers. Javen’s quickness didn’t quite match Spectre’s or Trey’s, but what he was giving in speed, he made up for with experience. And no qualms in bending a rule or two to get things his way. With the referee distracted, he poked Cole in the eye and quickly connected his sitout jawbreaker, interrupting a favorable moment for the champions. Another tag was made, and a well rested CM was back in the ring, bringing his brawling style into the contest. A series of quick jabs to the face followed by a strong uppercut to floor the Father Of Finesse. Spectre rushed in but was sent flying over Christian’s head with an elevated back body drop, landing on his tag team partner. Simon McMillion raised to the top rope and flew back in with his patented swanton bomb, picking up Spectre and throwing him outside before launching himself between the ropes with a suicide dive, leaving his brother to deal with Cole. Christian waited for him to get back to his feet and kicked him in the mid section, connecting his Just Like That (Twist Of Fate). Part of the fans erupted in cheers when he made the cover, but the McMillions’ dreams of gold vanished when Trey raised his shoulder a moment before the three. The champions earned back control when Cole managed to tag Spectre back in. The Swoltergeist kicked it into high gear, dropping the opponent down with the Archer’s Approved (springboard cutter). His speed once again put the veteran in great difficult. Christian missed a right hook and Spectre quickly moved behind his back and performed a beautiful released german suplex. With a kip up he jumped back to his feet, superkicking the kneeling opponent and following up with a shining punch. Since not even the Click, Click, Boom was enough to keep Christian down, the HolligunnZ went for their finisher, the More Fang For You’re Fucked. Spectre lifted CM on his shoulders and connects with the rolling fireman’s carry, opening the way to Spectre to hit his 450 splash. Michaels raised his knees and quickly rolled away, avoiding Spectre’s double jump Phoenix Splash. With the last energy, he pushed the Swoltergeist out of the ring and picked up Trey, who was holding his rib cage in agony, dragging him toward his corner. A knowing glance between the two brothers and CM lifted his opponent for a wheelbarrow facebuster, while Javen ran in and drove him down with a cutter. A huge pop followed the execution of the TN Stunna, anticipating the even bigger one when the referee counted to three. WINNER: Brothers McMillion (NEW CHAMPIONS) BY: Pinfall (TN Stunna), 13:08 |
Peyton Holland: "Another title change!"
Jessi Idol: "The Brothers McMillions are the new MWE Tag Team Champions!"
Peyton Holland: "It's been a long way, but they finally reached the top."
Jessi Idol: "Like Christian said, with the Tag Tournament starting soon it's time to step up the game, for every tag team in MWE. And they did just that."
Peyton Holland: "Three title matches, three title changes. And next is the Cloud Gate Championship match. Will Tiffany be the exception in this nightmare night for the champions? Or is Luna going to end her reign, right here tonight in Chicago?"
Jessi Idol: "The Brothers McMillions are the new MWE Tag Team Champions!"
Peyton Holland: "It's been a long way, but they finally reached the top."
Jessi Idol: "Like Christian said, with the Tag Tournament starting soon it's time to step up the game, for every tag team in MWE. And they did just that."
Peyton Holland: "Three title matches, three title changes. And next is the Cloud Gate Championship match. Will Tiffany be the exception in this nightmare night for the champions? Or is Luna going to end her reign, right here tonight in Chicago?"
Backstage at the event we see the return of a familiar face. The Holly Helpers turn to see her coming down the hallway with her round pregnant belly leading the way as Holly Wakefield makes sure to take her time with each step. She stops in front of them with a friendly smile.
Holly Wakefield:
Hey everyone, I've been hearing from Luna that things haven't exactly been to her standards…
At the mention of Luna's name, most of the Holly Helper's visibly shudder with fear and Holly quickly brings up both of her hands in a sign for them not to panic.
Holly Wakefield:
It's okay, we can fix this.
Holly Helper #1:
What should we do?
The tallest member of the group asks with a little fear in her voice. Holly goes to speak, but quickly winces as she places a hand on her stomach, another Holly Helper jumping up with immediate panic.
Sassy Holly Helper:
She’s going into labour!
And starts to fan his hands and freak out. Holly quickly holds up her hand as the Holly Helps gather around her all in a full state of panic.
Holly Wakefield:
I am not going into labour! Don’t worry, I wouldn’t be that lucky.
Sassy Holly Helper:
You’re sure sure?
The Holly Helpers are obviously a little weary, but that’s when the contender for the Cloud Gate Championship, Luna Smith can be heard from off to the right.
Luna Smith:
Where’s Holly now exactly?
And she’s directed to where the group is. A weird sequence of hard swallows is seen and heard by each Holly Helper, perfectly timed after the last one in the line. Holly manages to turn her attention over to the sound of Luna’s voice while still holding onto her stomach.
Holly Wakefield:
I’m right here Luna.
Holly quickly clears her throat as she motions for the Holly Helper’s to keep their cool before she waves one hand up high in a dramatic manner.
Holly Wakefield:
Everything needs to be perfect for Luna at her every single request! Do I make myself clear?
A military unison comes over the Holly Helpers who nod.
Luna Smith:
Hi, Holly. How’s the…
Luna waves her finger around Holly and gestures to her baby on the way.
Luna Smith:
Baby situation?.....Water.
Luna clicks her fingers as she glances at the Holly Helpers. All of them spin around and grab two bottles off the table before offering it to Luna who picks the one and drinks a quick sip. She then hands the bottle back to the helper. Holly gives Luna a small smile as she finally manages to straighten herself back up, keeping one hand on her stomach.
Holly Wakefield:
He’s doing fine, thank you. Not too much longer left.
Luna Smith:
Cody will be pleased, as will I.
Luna makes no mistake that was a comment on the quality she’d been receiving with the helpers.
Luna Smith:
Did you get my notes on my entrance? This is the homecoming and Tiffany must be worried when I come down to the ring. I wanted to have Coen on my phone with my back to the audience.
Luna begins to show Holly with the Helpers being the audience in her example.
Luna Smith:
A close up on me and Coen and then I spin and pose and we’ll have pyro going off left and right which lights up the stars on the titantron… you did get the star LED lights for my entrance didn’t you?
Luna was in the pose but turns back to Holly, now worried she wasn’t going to have her way. Holly quickly reassures her with a firm nod of her head.
Holly Wakefield:
Of course, everything is set to go off exactly as you told me you wanted it to happen.
Luna Smith:
Excellent...That’s how it’s done.
Luna says while looking over her shoulder at the helpers. She then links arms with Holly and starts to walk with her.
Luna Smith:
Let’s go see how that friend of yours Q.Jacobs has done with her binder on Tiffany, with all her work in HKW, Millennium and elsewhere.
Holly looks back at her helpers and mouths a quick “I’m sorry” to them before she falls into line with each of Luna’s steps despite it being more difficult for her in her pregnant state.
Holly Wakefield:
Hey everyone, I've been hearing from Luna that things haven't exactly been to her standards…
At the mention of Luna's name, most of the Holly Helper's visibly shudder with fear and Holly quickly brings up both of her hands in a sign for them not to panic.
Holly Wakefield:
It's okay, we can fix this.
Holly Helper #1:
What should we do?
The tallest member of the group asks with a little fear in her voice. Holly goes to speak, but quickly winces as she places a hand on her stomach, another Holly Helper jumping up with immediate panic.
Sassy Holly Helper:
She’s going into labour!
And starts to fan his hands and freak out. Holly quickly holds up her hand as the Holly Helps gather around her all in a full state of panic.
Holly Wakefield:
I am not going into labour! Don’t worry, I wouldn’t be that lucky.
Sassy Holly Helper:
You’re sure sure?
The Holly Helpers are obviously a little weary, but that’s when the contender for the Cloud Gate Championship, Luna Smith can be heard from off to the right.
Luna Smith:
Where’s Holly now exactly?
And she’s directed to where the group is. A weird sequence of hard swallows is seen and heard by each Holly Helper, perfectly timed after the last one in the line. Holly manages to turn her attention over to the sound of Luna’s voice while still holding onto her stomach.
Holly Wakefield:
I’m right here Luna.
Holly quickly clears her throat as she motions for the Holly Helper’s to keep their cool before she waves one hand up high in a dramatic manner.
Holly Wakefield:
Everything needs to be perfect for Luna at her every single request! Do I make myself clear?
A military unison comes over the Holly Helpers who nod.
Luna Smith:
Hi, Holly. How’s the…
Luna waves her finger around Holly and gestures to her baby on the way.
Luna Smith:
Baby situation?.....Water.
Luna clicks her fingers as she glances at the Holly Helpers. All of them spin around and grab two bottles off the table before offering it to Luna who picks the one and drinks a quick sip. She then hands the bottle back to the helper. Holly gives Luna a small smile as she finally manages to straighten herself back up, keeping one hand on her stomach.
Holly Wakefield:
He’s doing fine, thank you. Not too much longer left.
Luna Smith:
Cody will be pleased, as will I.
Luna makes no mistake that was a comment on the quality she’d been receiving with the helpers.
Luna Smith:
Did you get my notes on my entrance? This is the homecoming and Tiffany must be worried when I come down to the ring. I wanted to have Coen on my phone with my back to the audience.
Luna begins to show Holly with the Helpers being the audience in her example.
Luna Smith:
A close up on me and Coen and then I spin and pose and we’ll have pyro going off left and right which lights up the stars on the titantron… you did get the star LED lights for my entrance didn’t you?
Luna was in the pose but turns back to Holly, now worried she wasn’t going to have her way. Holly quickly reassures her with a firm nod of her head.
Holly Wakefield:
Of course, everything is set to go off exactly as you told me you wanted it to happen.
Luna Smith:
Excellent...That’s how it’s done.
Luna says while looking over her shoulder at the helpers. She then links arms with Holly and starts to walk with her.
Luna Smith:
Let’s go see how that friend of yours Q.Jacobs has done with her binder on Tiffany, with all her work in HKW, Millennium and elsewhere.
Holly looks back at her helpers and mouths a quick “I’m sorry” to them before she falls into line with each of Luna’s steps despite it being more difficult for her in her pregnant state.
Cloud Gate Championship Match
Stipulation TBD
Tiff Rollins (c) VS Luna SmithStipulation TBD
The Cloud Gate Championship on the line in an emotionally charged main event. In the past month or so, Luna managed to get inside Tiffany’s head, probably deeper than anyone before her ever did, including the likes of Seth Iser or Megan Rydell. Throughout all the Homecoming Tour the young champion seemed off her game, her performances definitely affected by the situation with her boyfriend Luna created, turning Coen who has been in more than one occasion a source of strength and support for Tiffany, into her weak spot. The ⅔ falls match, chosen by Tiffany following the advice of the legendary Andreas Lasiewicz started with Luna immediately trying to score the first fall and put the Champion with her back against the wall, using her speed and agility to put the Five Foot Death Machine through a series of quick pinning predicaments, always finding the Cloud Gate Champion vigil and ready to kick out. Once again Luna dodged a bicycle kick from Rollins and rolled her over with another school boy. Instead of holding her down for the count tho, she pushed her through and followed with a rolling kick to the head. The challenger picked up the dazed champion and fired her in the corner, charging in with a jumping double knee to the face. Tiffany was now sitting in the corner, with Luna stomping her chest and face, until the referee forced the break. She then pulled her up to her feet and chopped her multiple times, setting her up on the top rope and bending her forward, kicking her on the back of the head with the Dark Side Of Luna. Moving in position, she made the cover using the ropes for leverage, but the referee spotted it and interrupted the count, giving the former Lockdown Champion her first warning. It wasn’t the first dance between these two, whose paths crossed in various occasions and stipulations, both in singles and multiple men competition. And while Tiffany got the best of her in most of their previous encounters, tonight Luna seemed to be constantly one step ahead of the young Cloud Gate Champion even on the striking game, always Tiffany’s strongest suit. Sure, the kicks of the kid from Newark were as dangerous and pinpoint on target as always, but Luna never let her build any momentum, catching her with those throat strikes and following with her Krav Maga influenced offense. The Overdrive (two knee strikes followed by an overdrive neckbreaker) gave the former Lockdown champion another near fall, and forced Tiffany to take a moment to collect her thoughts and rethink her strategy. She was pacing back and forth on the outside, clearly disappointed with her performance so far and wondering what she could do to change the course of the match. She looked around amongst the crowd, looking for a familiar face and spotting her mentor, Andreas Lasiewicz sitting in the front row. Luna seemed to be considering a suicide dive, or something even more spectacular. But tonight wasn’t the night to take such risks, and she simply rolled out of the ring walking toward Tiff. The Cloud Champion met her with a forearm strike, Luna replied with one of her own and pushed Tiffany against the barricade. Charging her arm, Luna went for a chop, ducked by Rollins who quickly caught Smith with a blow to the lower back, grabbing Luna by the nape and driving her face first on the rail. As the referee kept counting, Tiff whipped the challenger against the apron, charging in with a clothesline and pushing her back inside the ring. Slowly, Tiffany climbed back on the apron and as soon as she did, Luna slid under her legs and powerbombed her off the apron, quickly getting back in the ring and asking the referee to count her out. Rollins got back in the ring at eight. With the fans firmly behind her, the Cloud Gate Champion turned the tides, reversing the irish whip and sending Luna in the corner, charging at full speed with a dropkick. With Luna on her knees, Tiffany could finally unload her flurry of kicks to the chest of the opponent, weeks of frustration channeled in every shot. The last kick aimed a little higher, catching Luna on the side of the head and knocking her out. Tiffany made the cover, despite the opponent being close to the ropes. A mistake Andreas immediately noticed, even before Luna put her left foot on the bottom rope, neutralising the pinning predicament. Shaking her head, realizing that she could probably have had her first fall if only she paid more attention to the positioning of her opponent. Back to square one, she pulled Luna up and went back on the attack, weakening the challenger with a series of open hand chops and sending her against the ropes. Luna ducked the clothesline and continued her run to the opposite side of the ring, bouncing back and catching Tiffany with a running spanish fly! The Star Of The Night immediately rolled into a deep cover, hooking both Tiffany’s legs to keep her down. The referee started to count. One. Two… Three? The entire arena descended into stunned silence when Tiffany didn’t kick out. Even Luna seemed incredulous when Rumchata announced her as the winner of the first fall. In the brief pause between the two falls, Tiffany seemed to be a bit loopy, weak on her legs and her expression vacant. Did she got injured during the spanish fly? Could this be a light concussion? The referee was checking all this, asking Tiffany is she wanted to continue. A light nod of the head was the only answer he got. He asked her again, this time getting a more convinced yes by the young champion who seemed to be coming back to senses. And the fans came back to life with her, chanting her name over and over again. Luna tried to take advantage of the situation surprising Tiff with a sunset flip, only getting a two count. A couple more quick pinfalls followed, and each time Rollins managed to escape. Despite not being 100% and her movements not being as fluid as they used to be, Tiffany still managed to turn the tides, catching Luna on the top rope with a right hand to the jaw, stopping her before she could take flight and setting her up from the Bonegrinder, the rope-hung flatliner made famous by her adoptive mother, Brytain Rollins. This time, she dragged the opponent to the centre of the ring, where she pinned her for a two count. The match continued with Tiffany now in control, thanks to that Peacemaker she had by now perfectly mastered. Luna was now in great difficulty, for the first time in the match. Slowly getting up to her knees, she noticed Tiffany charging in for her Death Kick and managed to dodge it at the last moment, rolling the champion on her shoulders with a schoolboy pin that got extremely close to that three count that could have given her the title. She stared at the referee, a shocked expression on her face. Tiffany shut her protest with a vicious kick to the back, picking Luna up and starting her sequence of kicks. Once again the throat strikes found her unprepared, breaking through her guard and breaking the momentum she was building. Luna went for the irish whip, Tiffany reversed it and caught the challenger with a spinebuster, hitting the Death Kick in rapid sequence. This time she hit her right on the face, and the champion brought the match back in a tie. Both competitors looked exhausted, the clock now signaled twenty minutes in. Luna went close to the win with the Starstorm (Discus Spinning Roundhouse), Tiffany answered with another homage to the Pink Haired Grenade, a swinging DDT that almost gave her the win. Even Peyton Holland at commentary pointed out that she couldn’t get any closer to three than that, but the match still wasn’t over, there was still fight in Luna, as the spinning headscissors into a dropkick she connected moments later proved. Tiffany pulled herself up with the help of the ropes, sending Luna up and over them when she charged in for a clothesline. Smith landed on the apron and immediately went for a gamengiri kick, stunning Rollins and climbing on the top rope. From there, she jumped off, spinning in mid air and catching the champion with her Thestral (jumping top rope stunner). That was it, she made the cover already savoring the win and her second title in MWE but the cry of joy died in her throat as Rollins raised her shoulder in the nick of time. “This is awesome” the fans were chanting, on the edge of their seat for this match that didn’t seem to come to an end. And nobody was complaining. Again Luna’s Krav Maga background came into play, the challenger now holding the champ’s head down in a clinch and connecting with several knee strikes to the head. The Little Hoss reacted muscling the opponent into the corner, using her shoulder as a battering ram and driving it in Luna’s mid section. The Star Of The Night was down in the corner, perfect position for Tiffany’s cannonball. Rollins dragged her away from the corner and looked at the top turnbuckle. Is she thinking about the Thrillkiller? The same move that gave her the win in her last ⅔ falls against Britt Kane? She definitely was, and she thought too long. Luna was starting to get up, Tiff noticed it and Death Kick! Over 20 thousands people counted with the referee, over twenty thousands people gasped when The Star Of The Night kicked out. Tiffany couldn’t believe it, but she didn’t waste a second mulling over it. Quickly she left the ring, climbed on the top rope and looked down at the opponent. The champion took a deep breath and… CRACK! She was so quick that nobody even noticed her jumping the barricade and swinging a steel chair on the back of Tiffany’s head. Total black outfit, looking like raven’s feathers and that black mask framing those green and blue eyes. The referee had no choice but to call the DQ WINNER: Tiffany Rollins (STILL CHAMPION) BY: DQ (2 falls to 1), 26:37 |
Zackary Dyson:
Anastasia Starling? Why?
Jessi Idol:
I'm.. speechless.
Sir Figgles:
My two cents? Jealousy.
Peyton Holland:
... Anyway, we may not know her motives, but we know she just interfered in one hell of a main event. Tiffany was taking a high risk, something she rarely does. It could have pay out or she could have crashed and burned.
Zackary Dyson:
You're right, this could've gone both ways. But Ana's interference gave, as a matter of fact, the win to Tiff Rollins.
Jessi Idol:
I don't think she will be happy about it. None of them will be.
Peyton Holland:
Well guys, our time is up. See you all tomorrow for night 2 of Homecoming. Good night!
The camera moves to Anastasia, who hasn't moved since the attack. The chair still in her hand, the eterochromia afflicted eyes glued on Tiffany still laying on the canvas. The camera switches to a close up of the "Monster For The Millennium", a single red tear dribbling down her black mask.
Anastasia Starling? Why?
Jessi Idol:
I'm.. speechless.
Sir Figgles:
My two cents? Jealousy.
Peyton Holland:
... Anyway, we may not know her motives, but we know she just interfered in one hell of a main event. Tiffany was taking a high risk, something she rarely does. It could have pay out or she could have crashed and burned.
Zackary Dyson:
You're right, this could've gone both ways. But Ana's interference gave, as a matter of fact, the win to Tiff Rollins.
Jessi Idol:
I don't think she will be happy about it. None of them will be.
Peyton Holland:
Well guys, our time is up. See you all tomorrow for night 2 of Homecoming. Good night!
The camera moves to Anastasia, who hasn't moved since the attack. The chair still in her hand, the eterochromia afflicted eyes glued on Tiffany still laying on the canvas. The camera switches to a close up of the "Monster For The Millennium", a single red tear dribbling down her black mask.