Post by gvb on Nov 23, 2019 21:00:09 GMT -6
Riot in Beijing
Live from Beijing National Indoor Stadium in Beijing
Saturday, November 23rd, 2019
The episode of Riot opens to a graphic showing a picture of Li Che-woo. Next to them, a writing reads "IN MEMORY OF LI CHE-WOO. 1943-2019". A roaring round of applause welcomes the fans watching at home inside the National Indoor Stadium in Beijing. No "Riot" by Three Days Grace, no flashing lights. On the entrance stage the entire Riot locker room, the three "official" champions and Kelsey Spencer occupying the front row with Yulia Kirilenko and the backstage interviewer Camari Hayre. The camera immediately moves to the ring, Rumchata Ayano is standing in the middle of it with a microphone in her hand. On her right, a young girl wearing a traditional chinese qipao is standing, holding a microphone as well.
Rumchata Ayano:
Ladies and gentlemen, to honor the memory of the National Oriental Wrestling owner Li Che-woo, would you please rise as we toll the bell ten times.
The chinese girl repeats the same message in mandarin, and every soul in the arena gets on their feet.
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
Eighteen thousand people on their feet in the most absolute silence, the ten bell tolls echoing in the arena. And eventually, another liberatory applause to say the last goodbye to a man who did so much for the wrestling scene in the entire asian continent, and whose legacy will be remembered forever.
Zackary Dyson:
Chills... Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Riot In Beijing. We opened tonight's show with the due tribute to the recently deceased founder of National Oriental Wrestling, Li Che-woo. A man who had a dream and made it true, a man with a vision, to change the landscape and the perception of Asian wrestling from the nippocentric view. And he was achieving his goal, his creature, NOW quickly rising to the attention of the wrestling world as one of the most entertaining and fresh company, before a sudden heart attack put an abrupt end to his dream.
Sir Figgles:
He surely left an emptiness and a pain which cannot be soothed not only in his family and his employees, but also in the wrestling fans all over the world, as tonight's show of respect testifies.
Zackary Dyson:
To further homage his memory and to celebrate the company he built and whose future is still unknown, two NOW superstars, Qiang Chen and Yoji Kojima will challenge the Brothers McMillion for the MWE Tag Team titles in tonight's co-main event. But first, we are going to witness the debut of Hayley Halsey, who's facing Kristina Spencer in our opening contest.
EARLIER TODAY
Kristina Spencer and Veronica Chandler enter the building but they do not appear to be happy in the least about being here.
Veronica Chandler
Why? Of all the places we could of gone why did it have to be Bejeing? This place is horrible, The worst city I have ever been to.
Kristina looks around and shakes her head in disgust
Kristina Spencer
I agree. Must be one of those deals where this country gave a boat load of money to the boss to come here and drag us with her. What does this country really have to offer us?
Kelsey Spencer
CHINESE FOOD!!!!
Kristina and Veronica turn around to see Kelsey standing behind them beaming as usual
Kelsey Spencer
They have real Chinese Food. Anything we could ever ask for!!! You should see what they have in catering. I was sitting in their for at least an hour trying all the food!! It was like being in Chinese heaven!!
Kristina and Veronica find this amusing
Kristina Spencer
So i take it you only left because all the food was suddenly gone huh?
Kelsey Spencer
How did you know? I was so immersed i didnt see who came in and ate all the food? They didn’t even leave any crumbs.
Veronica shakes her head
Veronica Chandler
Well you know they probably will just put more food out. Actually they i bet there's a new spread out right now.
Kelsey’s eyes get huge and she suddenly runs off heading back to catering for a “snack”
Kristina Spencer
So i take it after i beat up Hayley Hayley we will need to go to a restaurant to eat since cousin Kelsey will have eaten everything else. Oh and what a stupid name Hayley Hayley is,
Veronica Chandler
It’s Hayley Halsey actually.
Kristina doesn’t hear this as she has already walked off. Veronica shrugs and walks after her.
Singles Match
Hayley Halsey VS Krissy SpencerBeijing saw the debut on Riot of the former California Wrestling Iconic Champion Hayley Halsey taking on Krissy Spencer. The Wicked One has been on a losing streak in recent times, and with how the match started, this seemed to be another tick on the L column. Victoria Salinas’ former protege immediately set a quick pace, knocking Kristina down with a springboard back elbow after stunning her with a series of swift kicks. Spencer was having a hard time figuring out a way to counter her, as she kept flying all across the ring, hitting her unimaginable angles and surprising her with moves such as a float-over backbreaker. She quickly made the cover, but the opponent kicked out in two. A second near fall came after a springboard roundhouse kick that almost beheaded the Wicked One. After the kick out, Krissy rolled out of the ring to regroup, but Halsey didn’t give her the luxury, flying through to the ropes to take her down with a suicide dive, bringing the match back into the ring and immediately trying to put her away with another pinning predicament. Once again Spencer raised her shoulder in time. Always getting so close but coming out empty handed was starting to frustrate Hayley, who accused the referee of being too slow with the count. All this gave Kristina enough time to recover, attacking the opponent from behind with a forearm strike to the back of the head. Taking advantage of the momentary stunned opponent Spencer drove her face first on the mat with a running bulldog, kicking her on the face with a shining wizard. Krissy’s momentum was intense, but short lived, She picked up a near fall with her Handful Of Fun (boobplex) but the Wicked Good Time (moonsault knee drop) she tried to follow up with found nothing but the canvas. Halsey made the best out of her mistakes, superkicking the kneeling opponent right on the jaw, turning off the lights for Krissy. With a pride smirk, Hayley climbed on the top rope, looking to finish things off in style with her corkscrew moonsault. In a desperate attempt to save Spencer from another loss, Veronica Chandler pushes Hayley off the post. The referee caught her and called for the inevitable DQ. WINNER: Hayley Halsey BY: DQ (Chandler's intervention), 5:13 |
Zackary Dyson: "I have questions..."
Sir Figgles: "Which part is not clear enough for you, son?"
Zackary Dyson: "Why did she push her down?"
Sir Figgles: "To save her from the loss, obviously."
Zackary Dyson: "But... She still lost. Via DQ"
Sir Figgles: "One day you will understand..."
Sir Figgles: "Which part is not clear enough for you, son?"
Zackary Dyson: "Why did she push her down?"
Sir Figgles: "To save her from the loss, obviously."
Zackary Dyson: "But... She still lost. Via DQ"
Sir Figgles: "One day you will understand..."
The camera cuts to the inside of the ring where the new Junior Heavyweight Champion, Liv Mercer is standing with her fiance Oz Dalton by her side, both of them dressed to the nines for this celebration that Liv had reversed for herself on this evening. Between them are several large boxes all wrapped up for the new Champion, the Junior Heavyweight title is displayed on a podium in the middle of the ring as Liv steps closer to it, a big smile on her face as she holds up the microphone to her lips.
Liv Mercer:
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the dawning of a new era, with a brand new and better Junior Heavyweight Champion!
Liv takes a moment to soak in the applause that is being lead by Oz who goes around the ring clapping his hands loudly to engage the crowd.
Liv Mercer:
There were four competitors all looking to climb that ladder, but I was the one who ended up with the golden prize, because I was smarter than the rest! I outlasted them all and Oz was right there by my side every single step of the way. He knew I could get it done.
Liv looks over towards Oz with a smirk on her face, neither one of them bringing light to the fact he had gotten involved in the match to hand her the victory, and she picks up her newly won Junior Heavyweight Championship belt before placing it over one shoulder.
Liv Mercer:
That’s why he went through all of this trouble to put together this special celebration just for me to show how proud he is of what I’ve accomplished. All of these gifts, just for me, and for the title reign that is only beginning. There’s no one or nothing that can stop me now.
Just as Liv paused for breath there was a sudden bang as a box broke open and out launched a ball of violence. That ball, of course, being the Kawaii Deathmachine, Saki. The Singapore born lunatic screamed (and laughed) as she lunged right for Liv, like a goddamn spider-monkey.
Before Saki has a chance to strike against her desired target, Oz jumps in between the both of them, lunging towards Saki to fight her off giving Liv a chance to make her escape out of the ring. Oz and Saki are locked in a heated battle in the middle of the ring as Liv is making her way up along the ramp, clutching onto her Junior Heavyweight Championship with wide eyes. Saki was like a wild animal, snarling, scratching and biting but Oz did a good job keeping her at bay. Oz threw Saki aside, finally getting her off of him and the bright haired maniac rolled to the outside, but she was far from done. Saki reached under the ring and grabbed something, slithering back into the ring and hissing as she swung a kendo stick like it was a real sword. Oz barely managed to avoid getting brained by the stick and rolled out of the ring, backing up the ramp with a smirk as Saki roared and snarled with fury. Liv quickly races to Oz’s side to help him back up along the ramp, holding up her title to taunt Saki who continues to rage inside of the ring.
First Blood Match
Deacon Nash VS Andrew WilkowNash versus Wilkow part two. Last week in Dongguan the first match between these two ended in a no contest when a pro Hong Kong protester eluded the security and stormed the ring to criticize the Chinese government, putting on jeopardy the whole Way Of The Dragon tour. Picking up on Deacon’s request to kick things up a notch, Yulia Kirilenko booked the same match this week as a first blood match. Which, considering the violent nature of the two men involved, has all the characteristics to quench the thirst for violence of the chinese fans. The match started with a big brawl, the two contenders throwing hands and closed fists with the referee unable to call them on it. The size and power advantage helped Wilkow coming out on top of this, building some momentum with three consecutive punches before he sent the opponent against the ropes and raised his size 14 boot to stop Deacon’s run. Wilkow removed the protective pad from the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner and sent Nash back first against it. The Conqueror Worm, as he called himself on twitter paying homage to Edgar Allan Poe, arched his back after impacting against the exposed turnbuckle, but the look on his face wasn’t matching the pain he was supposed to feel after the crash. He was laughing instead and this pissed Wilkow off. The 290 pounds charged in at full speed, squashing the opponent with all his bodyweight. He then lifted him over his head and let him fall face first against the exposed turnbuckle. The referee went immediately to check, but there was no sign of cuts on Nash’s head. It didn’t take long for weapons to come into play. And Deacon showed all his proficiency with them, wielding the chair with absolute mastery and use it to break Andrew down to his knees. He kept smashing the chair across his back multiple times, until the pain forced Drew to lean his hands on the mat, an expression of agony painted on his face while his back had turned a bright shade of red from all the shots received. Deacon placed the chair under Wilkow’s face and hit the ropes, curb stomping him on the steel chair. The impact was terrifying, but still not enough to crack Wilkow’s hard skull open. Nash rolled out of the ring, bringing more chairs into play. Five of them exactly, tossed into the ring one after the other, piling them up close to the corner. He entered the ring once again, dragging Andrew toward the stack of chairs, applying a front facelock looking for a ddt. Andrew blocked it by putting his weight down, weakening down Nash with two punches to the ribs before lifting him in a suplex position and dropping him on the chairs. He then turned around, grabbing the one Deacon used to beat the hell out of him earlier and stuck it between the middle and top rope in the corner. He then launched the opponent head first against it, but still there was no trace of blood. The ending, as often happens in this kind of matches, was sudden and unexpected. A bit anticlimatic even. The two opponents were kicking it in the high gear, a kendo stick got broken against Wilkow’s back, he answered by putting Nash through a table. And not a single droplets of blood had been spilled. The two were now trading strikes in the middle of the ring, Deacon doubling the opponent over with a knee to the stomach and using his own head as a weapon to make up for the strength disadvantage. The headbutt stunned Andrew, but only momentarily. He followed with one of his own, knocking Nash back a few feet. An uppercut from Dean lead to another headbutt from Wilkow, and that was when the referee called for the bell. He went to raise the Appalachian Mountain Monster’s arm while Deacons was touching his bleeding forehead. But then the referee noticed a cut right above the orbit, due to the violent impact with the opponent’s head. With both opponents bleeding, the referee had no other options but to call it a draw. WINNER: Draw BY: Simultaneous bleeding, 8:20 |
Zackary Dyson: "Well, this is awkward..."
Sir Figgles: "Another match ended in draw. At least this time the Chinese government...."
Zackary Dyson: "... Camari has a couple of guests, we should go back to her."
Sir Figgles: "Another match ended in draw. At least this time the Chinese government...."
Zackary Dyson: "... Camari has a couple of guests, we should go back to her."
The shot switches backstage to Camari Hayre standing in front of a hanging monitor featuring the Riot logo.
Camari Hayre:
Ladies and gentlemen my guests at this time, they are the Millennium Wrestling Tag Team champions; Christian Michaels. Javen. The Brothers McMillion!
The camera pulls back as into the scene walks the recently crowned Tag Team champs. The champs dressed like a team in matching black pants, boots, and compression shirts. Both men have their championship belt strapped around their respective waists. Christian stays to Camari’s left while Javen moves to the interviewer’s right.
Camari Hayre:
Welcome gentlemen!
Christian Michaels:
Thanks for having us Camari. How’re ya doin? Enjoying the tour so far?
Camari Hayre:
I am, thanks. How about yourselves?
Christian Michaels:
Ya know what it’s been a fun experience so far. Myself and Kelsey have enjoyed a lil sightseeing before the shows; ya know taking in local culture in the cities we’ve visited so far. It’s been fun personally. Now on the business side? I can’t complain there either. Simon and myself have been doing some appearances to let these fans who might not be familiar with us know what kinda show to expect tonight.
Camari nods.
Camarai Hayre:
That’s wonderful to hear. It’s certainly a far cry from the ruckus that some members of the roster have made about this tour. It’s actually refreshing.
At this point Javen leans in and Hayre moves the mic his way.
Javen:
Listen, Grace van Beek pays the both of us a lot of money to get in her ring and wrestle…. So if she wants to do a big tour of China? Who am I to throw a bitch fit about havin to go somewhere I might not normally go?
He pauses and thinks for just a moment.
Javen:
Well except for Saudi Arabia anyway. I hear those guys are terrible at maintaining their aircrafts..
The rainbow-haired younger of the tag champs chuckles a bit at his joke. In the meantime his brother offers his take on the current tour of China.
Christian Michaels:
Camari, I look at it this way: Whether you agree with the Chinese government doesn’t matter. I have my own opinions that I’m gonna do like a lot of folks with political opinions should do: Keep em to myself. I choose to look beyond that, at the fact that to pitch a fit and not wanna come over here? That’s robbing a lot of great people of a chance to see some really great wrestling action. I dunno about my peers who so vehemently objected to this tour, but I love performing out there in front of our fans! The thrill of putting smiles on the faces of the folks who pay to see us? That’s why months away from hitting year number twenty as an active wrestler I still lace these boots up week in and week out.
Camari Hayre:
Well that is certainly an admirable way to look at things. But speaking of performing for the fans, specifically these fans here tonight in BeiJing…
Even in China, folks, the cheap pop still works.
Camari Hayre:
Just a little while ago we finally learned who your opponents for tonight will be. The two of you are putting your newly won titles on the line against Qiang Chen and Yoji Kojima. Our asian fans certainly know them from their time in National Oriental Wrestling, the promotion owned by the late Li Che-woo. How do you two feel about this match?
Camari looks back and forth between the two brothers. Finally it is Javen that chooses to speak on the matter first.
Javen:
It’s just like I said Friday afternoon; it didn’t matter who our opponents were tonight. They coulda thrown any team from Goku and Vegeta to Superman and Batman to the Power Rangers at us, it just wouldn’t make a difference. Why? Cause everything that myself and Christian went through? It was too much. TOO. MUCH! To let any team come in here and knock us off in our first defense.
His older brother had nodded along in agreement. Christian smirks before looking into the camera.
Christian Michaels:
Ya know it’s not a lot of times in my life I get to say this, but my brother is right! Camari do you remember the year we’ve had? Because I sure as hell do! We came in as part of that first tournament for these beautiful championships around our waists; and though we made it to the end we fell short. But we didn’t give up and go home. No no no! We fought onward and upward, until Duke Andrews dragged our issue in another company into Millennium Wrestling. So I had to put the goals of the team on the backburner so I could get that tobacco chewing, unkempt beard havin, gun-lovin monkey off my back. And that’s what I did Camari! I went to war with Duke Andrews and I won in the end. Then it was time for my brother and I to pick up where we left off, and just a few weeks ago that hard work culminated in us achieving our goal.
Javen is seen rubbing the face plate of his championship.
Christian Michaels:
But now they’re coming for us. They’re ALL coming for us and these championships. The former champs? The Hooligunz? They wanna go round an round again…. Every team in this year’s tag team tournament? They’ve all got their eyes trained on our championships. Ya know I’ll never say that winning these titles was easy in the least, but the hardest part now is holding onto them. And the two of us will fight until our bodies betray us and refuse to kick out or hold on a few more seconds. We will fight through each and every team that the office sees fit to place in front of us! By the time some team finally manages to pry these championships from our proverbial cold, dead hands? The Brothers McMillion will go down as the greatest Tag Team champions in Millennium Wrestling; past, present, or future.
Camari Hayre:
And about your opponents tonight? Finding out who they are just a short time before the match, how do you gameplan for the defense?
Christian Michaels:
We have to believe that they didn’t have too much more notice than we did. Here’s hoping they haven’t had a lot of time to study tape and get themselves truly ready for this match. But if they have? So be it. My brother and I are no strangers to fighting from behind, we’ll face this challenge head on like we would any other. And together the two of us will prevail tonight.
Camari Hayre:
Thanks for the time guys, and good luck tonight.
The brothers nod their thanks as well before walking out of the scene.
Fans Bring The Weapons Match
Echo VS SakiHard to tell who was more happy when this match was made by the owner of MWE herself, overruling the general manager Yulia Kirilenko who had originally booked a rematch from the Dongguan show between Echo and Christina Rose. The Aussie looked excited to test herself against a former champion, Saki was looking forward to wreak some more Havoc only one week after the Hardcore match against Henri Black. The fans were also looking excited, waving the craziest weapons in their hands. There was a wireless keyboard, a couple of road signs and the inevitable barbed wire wrapped baseball bat. The match started with some trash talk, the ever confident Echo taunting the former Empire Extreme Champion before rocking her with a heavy shot. The first minute or two was in Echo’s favor, her stiff strikes definitely doing some damage on the Kawaii Deathmachine who soon found herself flat on her beck courtesy of a discus lariat from Echo. The 21 years old then left the ring, taking some time to scroll through the arsenal the fans were proposing and opting for a Chinese stop sign. Going back into the ring, she smashed it on Saki’s head, trying the first pinfall of the match. Obviously, it’d take a lot more than this to keep the Singapore Mauler down. Choosing the stop sign sort of backfired against Echo when the former Empire Extreme Championship nailed her on top of it with a tornado ddt. It was now Saki’s turn to take a trip outside and pick something from the chinese fans. And being Saki, it HAD to be the most unconventional item she could find. A giant stuffed panda. She even cuddled the plush animal for a moment before bringing it back in the ring and sitting him in the corner with a disturbing care. She then turned around kicking Echo in the face as she was starting to get up, leaving the ring once again and fumbling under the skirt covering the apron, pulling out a chair and a not well identified object. The chair immediately met Echo’s face, knocking the Aussie back down. Saki picked up the panda and, after giving it a squeeze flaunting a childish like smile, she tossed it on top of her opponent. To those questioning what else she retrieved from under the ring, the question was soon answered. With a wicked smile, she poured some flammable fluid on the panda and set him on fire laughing maniacally. Echo quickly shook off the burning plush, walking out with no damage. But the look on her face while a staff member extinguished the fire was that of someone starting to second guess the choices that led her to this situation. From that moment on, the match was an escalation of violence. Being chased by Saki on the outside, Echo created herself an opening when she grabbed an X-Box controller a kid was handing her and threw it on Saki’s face. Unfortunately for her, her aim wasn’t the best and she caught the former champion on the shoulder. If anything this slowed the Singapore Mauler down, buying the australian some more time. When Saki charged in, Echo bashed her head with a ceramic plate. Blood instantly started pouring from Saki’s skull. Showing a ruthless streak, Echo launched her against the ring post and then back in the ring, hooking the leg for a two count. The match didn’t stay inside the ropes for too long, the bloodied Kawaii Deathmachine was soon back on the attack, sending the opponents on the outside with a dropkick and throwing her body through the ropes pushing Echo against the barricade. Saki was a fury, she picked up a chair and launched it at the opponent, only to superkick her through the same chair a moment later. And then she got creative with the stuff she was handed, including a karate blue belt she used to choke the australian with. She rolled the coughing opponent back in the ring, looking around for something. Or someone. She finally found what she was looking for, a fan she spotted earlier that night who brought a helmet with those funny rabbit ears. She wore it and fastened it, dragging Echo back to her feet and connecting with the Farfegnugen (ripcord headbutt). The blonde girl fell flat on her back, blood dripping from her forehead. Saki made the cover picking up the win and celebrating with the half burnt Panda. WINNER: Saki BY: Pinfall (Farfegnugen), 11:02 |
As the match ends, Yulia is the first to rush to the ring to check on Echo. With clear gestures, she asks the medics to rush to the ring. As the doctors take care of the young australian the General Manager stands up and shakes her head. The camera catches her whispering "I knew it".
Zackary Dyson: "Saki is getting out of control."
Sir Figgles: "Don't act like she had ever been anything less than batshit crazy"
Zackary Dyson: "... Fair enough"
The scene cuts backstage to Megan Rydell, who is leaning back against a wall. She glanced over to the camera with a smirk.
Megan Rydell:
Why am I even here tonight? To fight Liv Mercer? What a waste of my fucking time. I shouldn’t have to deal with trash like Liv. I should be fighting for the Riot Championship, the belt that is rightfully mine. But no… Devin Hearst is avoiding me by fighting that idiot, Dean Smith. I get it though… He's obviously scared.
Meg chuckles and shrugs her shoulders before leaning off of the wall.
Megan Rydell:
But it’s fine! He can’t avoid me forever! And tonight? I’ll make an example out of Liv so that Devin will really know what he’s truly up against. I am his greatest challenge and I will fucking destroy him before I take the Riot Championship. I am the champion this company deserves, the one it needs. I am the Luden! Don’t fucking forget it!
Meg shoves the camera out of the way and walks off before the scene fades.
As the camera returns to ringside, there is a little bit of a commotion from the fans and commentators, as standing in the ring was a suited figure holding a microphone who looked suspiciously like famous ring announcer Michael Buffer, but even the commentators couldn’t quite figure out if it was them. As they began to speak, it was clear that they sounded exactly like them, reading from a cue card that they held in front of them.
Buffer:
Tonight, we are about to witness the most important debut in the history of the Millennium Wrestling Enterprise, on a day that will be long remembered for being the beginning of one of the biggest box office attractions that has ever rocked the screens. Ladies and Gentlemen… Are you ready?
The figure adjusted his bowtie, before readying himself to belt out a very well known phrase.
Buffer:
Wrestling fans, are you rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeady?
Professionally, he paused as he let the Beijing crowd react to what he said.
Buffer:
For the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world, from the Capital of the People’s Republic of China, Beijing…. Ladies and Gentlemen… Llllleeeeettt’s get ready to RIIIIIOOOOOOOOTTTTT!!!
Making a massive twist on the popular phrase, the MWE faithful let their voices be heard, before ‘Buffer’ continued on.
Buffer:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the MWE and myself are proud to present to you, the newest and brightest signing to this company, whose name will go up in bright lights across the whole entertainment industry. You have been teased, you have been tantalized, but now it is time for the whole show… From Jet City to Sin City to Riot… standing at exactly six feet tall, and here to turn the entertainment industry on its head… You have seen the Tens, but she only goes to Eleven… Ladies and Gentlemen, please stand to attention… IIIIIIITTTTTTTT’S SHOOOOOOOWTIIIIMMMMEEE… LEIA LEBEAU!!!
“Jet City Woman” by Queensrÿche came out loud from the speakers as an absolutely STUNNING figure of a woman stepped out onto the ramp, a wicked smile upon her lips and a twinkle in her deep brown eyes. She was beyond beautiful, wearing a nigh on see through dress and a top hat, attired just like a Las Vegas showgirl, twirling a bedazzled cane between her fingers. She stood over six feet tall due to her heels, and this Amazonian beauty strutted down to the ring like she was on a runaway, kicking out her endlessly long legs as jaws dropped around the arena. As the screen lit up her name in the brightest of sparkling pinks, she shook her rear at the audience as she slowly climbed up the steel steps, milking every moment for what it was worth as a spotlight shone down on her, and only her, following her as she seductively climbed through the middle ropes, giving a very naughty wink towards the commentators table. As the music began to die down, she had every single person’s attention as she paraded around the ring, making sure everyone was looking at her, and only her. She licked her lips as she took the microphone from ‘Buffer’, before standing front and center, peering into the camera as it zoomed in on her heavenly image.
Leia LeBeau:
It’s Showtime!!!
She purred into the microphone, the alluring figure of Leia blowing a kiss to the camera, before she snapped her fingers and her music hit again. Stunning the crowd, she turned and left the ring, twirling her cane as she did so and making sure to give everyone a good look at her. Many were stunned by the provocative woman, and how short her appearance was, as the camera zoomed in on her, catching her whispering “Always leave them wanting more,” before the feed cut to the commentary team, who seemed to be speechless.
Buffer:
Tonight, we are about to witness the most important debut in the history of the Millennium Wrestling Enterprise, on a day that will be long remembered for being the beginning of one of the biggest box office attractions that has ever rocked the screens. Ladies and Gentlemen… Are you ready?
The figure adjusted his bowtie, before readying himself to belt out a very well known phrase.
Buffer:
Wrestling fans, are you rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeady?
Professionally, he paused as he let the Beijing crowd react to what he said.
Buffer:
For the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world, from the Capital of the People’s Republic of China, Beijing…. Ladies and Gentlemen… Llllleeeeettt’s get ready to RIIIIIOOOOOOOOTTTTT!!!
Making a massive twist on the popular phrase, the MWE faithful let their voices be heard, before ‘Buffer’ continued on.
Buffer:
Ladies and Gentlemen, the MWE and myself are proud to present to you, the newest and brightest signing to this company, whose name will go up in bright lights across the whole entertainment industry. You have been teased, you have been tantalized, but now it is time for the whole show… From Jet City to Sin City to Riot… standing at exactly six feet tall, and here to turn the entertainment industry on its head… You have seen the Tens, but she only goes to Eleven… Ladies and Gentlemen, please stand to attention… IIIIIIITTTTTTTT’S SHOOOOOOOWTIIIIMMMMEEE… LEIA LEBEAU!!!
“Jet City Woman” by Queensrÿche came out loud from the speakers as an absolutely STUNNING figure of a woman stepped out onto the ramp, a wicked smile upon her lips and a twinkle in her deep brown eyes. She was beyond beautiful, wearing a nigh on see through dress and a top hat, attired just like a Las Vegas showgirl, twirling a bedazzled cane between her fingers. She stood over six feet tall due to her heels, and this Amazonian beauty strutted down to the ring like she was on a runaway, kicking out her endlessly long legs as jaws dropped around the arena. As the screen lit up her name in the brightest of sparkling pinks, she shook her rear at the audience as she slowly climbed up the steel steps, milking every moment for what it was worth as a spotlight shone down on her, and only her, following her as she seductively climbed through the middle ropes, giving a very naughty wink towards the commentators table. As the music began to die down, she had every single person’s attention as she paraded around the ring, making sure everyone was looking at her, and only her. She licked her lips as she took the microphone from ‘Buffer’, before standing front and center, peering into the camera as it zoomed in on her heavenly image.
Leia LeBeau:
It’s Showtime!!!
She purred into the microphone, the alluring figure of Leia blowing a kiss to the camera, before she snapped her fingers and her music hit again. Stunning the crowd, she turned and left the ring, twirling her cane as she did so and making sure to give everyone a good look at her. Many were stunned by the provocative woman, and how short her appearance was, as the camera zoomed in on her, catching her whispering “Always leave them wanting more,” before the feed cut to the commentary team, who seemed to be speechless.
Singles Match
Alan Envy VS Bethany DriverThe Southside Lonestar Champion was really out here to impress the chinese fans, starting the match with the aggression of his brighter days. Driver was taken aback, not expecting this fire from the Iconic, who obtained a count of two a couple of minutes into the match with a falcon arrow. When Beth kicked out, he quickly dragged her back to her feet and hit her with a flurry of lefts and rights, pushing her against the ropes and taking her off her feet with a wicked clothesline. After the rough start, Bethany eventually found the countermeasures and put an end to Alan’s offense with a sitout jawbreaker. Miss MurderGraps began building momentum with some chops, going for an irish whip right after. Envy reversed it, but he missed the following clothesline, allowing Bethany to put more momentum in he crossbody block. Rolling over, she quickly pulled herself back up to a vertical position and hit the Show Stealer with her basement running knee called MurderGraps Drive-By. She hooked the leg for the cover, but the Show Stealer still had a lot left in his tank. With the fans firmly behind her, Driver maintained control of the central part of the match, keeping her opponent grounded and working on Alan’s right arm, looking to pick up another submission win. She had now the Lonestar Champion in a deep armbar, putting a lot of pressure on the shoulder and the hyperextended elbow. Envy fought tooth and nail and eventually reached the ropes with his foot, interrupting the submission and slowly pulling himself up. Bethany wasn’t wasting any time, charging at him in order to exploit the favorable moment. Alan tossed her up and over the top rope, quickly turning around to knock her off the apron with a right hand. Beth ducked it and hooked her arm around his neck, jumping back into the ring with the MurderGraps In Motion (slingshot flatliner). The acrobatic move earned her a round of applause, but not the three count she was hoping to obtain. In a sudden turn of events, Alan almost got away with the win after catching Bethany with the Envious Demise out of the blue. To the shock of the fans in attendance and Alan as well, Driver kicked out just in the nick of time. Alan’s started hitting her with a flurry of strikes, firing her against the ropes and launching her in the air, catching her on his shoulders for the pop up death valley driver, countered by Bethany with a crucifix pin, once again close to the three. The two were once again back on their feet, trading hands in the center of the ring. Alan lifted Bethany for his gordbuster but Denver born had him scouted, sliding behind his shoulders and dropping him on his head with her The Bethany Driver (inverted snapmare driver) to pick up her second, consecutive win in Riot. WINNER: Bethany Driver BY: Pinfall (The Bethany Driver), 7:37 |
Zackary Dyson: "Another win, putting Beth on 2-0 since joining the orange brand."
Sir Figgles: "She's definitely a great addition to the roster, I wouldn't be surprised to see her staking her claims on some title soon enough. Hopefully the Heath Williams Championship."
Zackary Dyson: "Why would she... You know what? Nevermind."
Sir Figgles: "She's definitely a great addition to the roster, I wouldn't be surprised to see her staking her claims on some title soon enough. Hopefully the Heath Williams Championship."
Zackary Dyson: "Why would she... You know what? Nevermind."
We cut to a recorded clip airing on the titantron. The chirping of some baby birds welcomes the audience, as the screen shows their small, yellow beaks popping out from the weeds the nest is made of. No music accompanying the image but the birdong, no voice over interrupting the sound of nature. The momma bird in her beautiful black grey and orange feathering flies into scene, leaning in and feeding his two, maybe three baby birds straight in their open beaks. They become louder, clearly craving for more. And the scene repeats, two more times. Then the momma bird flies away, looking to find more food for her newborns. And that's when the foliage behind the nest start moving, almost imperceptebly. No sound can be heard, but the cause of this sudden movements immediately becomes clear.
Black and yellow are the color of his cold skin, dark as the night its eyes as he slithers into view, flicking his forked tongue as it foretastes the succulent meal. A King Ratsnake.
He dives his triangular head deep inside the nest and soon that happy chirping turns into a frenzied cry for help, the three little birds desperately calling for their mom with all the breath they have in their lungs. It's objectively hard to listen to, disturbing in a way. We only see the body of the snake moving as he raids the nest, finally emerging, his mouth deformed as he swallows the first bird, diving back in. More cries that go unheard, and a second bird falls victim of the ratsnake, his little foot coming out from those deadly fauces in one last, desperate and futile attempt to escape his fate.
And soon, the third bird joins his brother in the belly of the beast, his last chirping barely audible as the snake closes his mouth while looking at the camera, before leaving.
Fed and happy.
Singles Match
Meg Rydell VS Liv MercerIt was a concerned Junior Heavyweight Champion the one who walked to the ring tonight. Saki spoiling her celebration, and the impressive win the Kawaii Deathmachine obtained against Echo showing new levels of insanity was clearly affecting Liv. And Megan immediately took advantage of this, forcing Mercer in the corner where she hammered her with a series of kicks to the chest, even raising her leg and pressing the boot against her throat. The referee had to count up to four before she let her go. The Junior Heavyweight Champion blocked a kick from her opponent and even dodged the following enziguri, kicking her hard on the hamstring. She kept kicking that limb, stomping on the kneecap and twisting the leg around hers, finally locking her in an overhead single leg boston crab. Meg eventually reached the ropes stopping the submission. The work on the leg was paying out, making it more difficult for Meg to use her quickness and the high flying moves. Mercer obtained the first nearfall with a beautiful bridging northern lights suplex, kicking off Meg’s right leg with a low dropkick when she kicked out. She followed with a fameasser when she was trying to stand up. Once again Rydell kicked out. Megan was now in the corner, trying to shake some feeling back in her leg. Mercer wasn’t going to give her any room to breath, charging at her and eating a back elbow from Meg, who bought herself some more time. Liv charged in again, Rydell saw her coming and lifted herself, placing her feet on her chest and stomped her to the ground. Instead of forcing, she used this precious moments to recover further, being ready when the champion was back on her feet. She ducked under the right hook and ran to the ropes, taking the champion down with a slingblade. And then it was the usual array of kicks, hard and precise as always, seemingly not affected at all by the punishment her leg had gone through. Megan was furious, arguing with the referee after Liv kicked out from her Mega Kick (running single leg dropkick). And in all honesty, she had all the rights to, the move would have definitely earned her the victory if only the referee was quicker to start his count. But the official was being distracted by Oz Dalton causing a scene on the outside, wasting precious seconds and giving the Junior Heavyweight Champion precious time to recover. Turning her back at Mercer was a mistake Rydell paid for, getting caught and slammed to the mat with a straight jacket neckbreaker slam. The following cover only gave her a count of two, but the tides definitely had turned in Liv’s favor. At least until “God’s away on business” started playing out of the loudspeakers. The champion started shaking her head when Saki came out of the curtains and skipped her way to the ring, holding the half burnt stuffed panda in her arms. Oz moved to stop her but she launched the panda in her arms, grabbing Liv’s foot and dragging her outside, knocking her down with a headbutt. The match obviously ended in a dq. WINNER: Liv Mercer BY: DQ (Saki interference), 9:10 |
Megan Rydell was furious, yelling at Saki who was getting dangerously close to carve Liv's face with a screwdriver. Luckily for the champion, here comes the cavalry in the form of Oz Dalton hitting the unhinged Singapore born with the Junior Heavyweight Championhip to the back of the head. If you think that this would stop the Kawaii Deathmachine, you don't know her well. Slow down, maybe, but Saki was right back on the attack, focusing this time on Oz, holding the screwdriver as if it was a knife. Mercer spins her around and drives her face first on her foot with her Stay Down, and this seemed to work. At least long enough to grant them a retreat. Before leaving, Oz beheads the panda ripping off his half burnt head with a roundhouse kick. Saki stares at him and Liv seething, clutching at the body of her decapitated stuffed friend.
The Devilskin song, “Start a Revolution”, that Heath Williams has made so infamous since arriving in MWE engulfs the arena. The Beijing fans immediately start throwing their jeers down to the entrance way as Heath Williams slowly strides out, The Manic and The Mutt in tow. Together, the trio make way down the ramp, and each enter the ring one by one. Heath stops in the centre, as The Mutt on all fours, fetches him a microphone.
Heath Williams:
I have something to say.
The fans boo even harder, doing their best not to allow Heath to speak. He stops, and waits for them to tire themselves out, but they just keep on going. Beijing really wants their voices to be heard.
Heath Williams:
Look, you guys don’t like me, and to be damn well truthful, I freaking hate all of you. But the fact of the matter is, that I’m on your side. In fact, me simply standing here, speaking to all of you is living proof of that. You wanna know why?
Finally, the Beijing crowd starts to settle down, their attention caught by Heath’s words. He takes a step forward, then begins slowly walking around the ring as if it’s his own. He smirks, deep in contemplation.
Heath Williams:
You see, ever since the tour in China was announced, certain MWE stars have been taking to Twitter and wherever else, to voice their discontent with being this far east. And it’s not because they’re home sick. No, it’s because they’re whiny little bitches.
A few members of the crowd are won over, though not many. The handful of people laugh at Heath’s comment, while others remain quiet.
Heath Williams:
The term “blood money” has been thrown around so much within the last couple of weeks that when I got my first paycheck from last week’s show in Guangdong, I expected to see blotches of crimson painted around the borders. But low and behold, it was just a normal looking six figure paycheck I’d get from any other show. Six figures, you ask? Yeah, I guess you could say I’m considered a Van Beek special.
Heath grins straight down the camera lens, with a wink to follow up.
Heath Williams:
But you know what’s really stupid? Majority of these fools using the term “blood money”, and threatening to boycott shows… are the fools who consider themselves “heels”. In case you’ve been living under a rock, to be heel, is to be a bad guy, a villain, a scoundrel, a motherfreakin’ rapscallion. Yet these rapscallion’s ain’t acting as such.
Heath looks around at the crowd, tapping the microphone on his shoulder while he thinks. He has the same smug look on his face he always has when he’s going on one of his rants.
Heath Williams:
A true rapscallion doesn’t care where his money is earned from, and he doesn’t care how he earns it. A true rapscallion would hang up his patriotic hat at the front door and go out there and welcome that blood money with an open wallet. A true rapscallion, would use that blood money to buy his three-course lobster and caviar lunches, his designer fashion suits with the rolex to match, right down to his boxer briefs and shin-high sports socks.
Heath smirks yet again.
Heath Williams:
ALL of which are the exact things I’VE been doing. So, I guess my point is that all these self-proclaimed bad guys… aren’t really as bad as they try to make out… and Duke Andrews, who’s been one of the biggest culprits of this, clearly isn’t the top heel he wants everyone to think he is.
The fans let out an “ooooooh” as Heath shrugs.
Heath Williams:
Oh come on, don’t act so surprised. I bag on Duke Andrews almost as much as Ophelia Johnson and Christian Michaels do. Anyway, I think all of this is a clear indication that there is only ONE truly bad, bad, bad mamma jamma in this company… and you’re looking at him.
Heath turns his attention to the entrance way.
Heath Williams:
And no, Kelsey, I haven’t forgotten about you. I know you’re back there right now, waiting for my scheduled mic time to be over so that your music can hit, and you can come out here and pander to all these worthless people in attendance, who for the record, are NO different to any other crowd in the history of crowds. But while you are making your way out here Kels, I want you to remember everything I’ve said tonight. I want you to remember that I AM the Apex Heel, and no matter what happens, the Apex Heel always has a back-up plan.
The Heath Williams Championship Match
Kelsey Spencer (c) VS Heath WilliamsHeath drops the mic, and The Manic and The Mutt exit the ring, as “CA in July” finally sounds out through the arena. Kelsey Spencer bursts out from behind the curtain, the Heath Williams Championship strapped firmly around her waist. She wastes no time in getting to the ring, bouncing up and down, ready to defend her title. The Ring Announcer does the usual introductions, and the referee shows the Heath Williams Championship to both competitors, before holding it up in the air. Heath’s eyes linger on the title, as the official walks it to the apron, ready to hand it to the timekeeper. As the timekeeper goes to take the title, they drop it, and it hits the floor. This angers Williams, as he goes over to the ropes, leaning over them and scolding the timekeeper for treating the Championship so poorly. He and the Official get into a verbal altercation, as the ref tells him to cool down. Heath refuses to let up however, now scolding the ref. The bell finally sounds, but it’s almost as if Heath doesn’t notice. He’s too busy letting himself get fired up about the treatment of the Championship. This gives Kelsey the chance to quickly roll the former Champ up. She firmly puts all of her weight down on Heath’s legs, keeping him pinned against the canvas for the three count. Kelsey appears surprised, not expecting to get the victory so quickly, though also amused. Before the Ring Announcer can declare her the winner, The Mutt and The Manic slide into the ring, ready to blindside her. However, she manages to make an escape towards the crowd, collecting her title and a microphone as she does. As she’s walking through the audience with title in one hand, and mic in the other, she grins as Heath remains seated on the canvas, completely dumbfounded. WINNER: Kelsey Spencer (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 0:11 |
Kelsey Spencer:
Do you have a back-up plan for that, Heath?
The scene fades as Kelsey drops the mic and celebrates with the Beijing crowd, while Heath throws a tantrum in the ring.
Do you have a back-up plan for that, Heath?
The scene fades as Kelsey drops the mic and celebrates with the Beijing crowd, while Heath throws a tantrum in the ring.
Sir Figgles: "Where is she going?"
Zackary Dyson: "Backstage I guess. She won her match, why should she stay here?"
Sir Figgles: "What? The match hasn't started yet!"
Zackary Dyson: "It did start, and it's over already. Kelsey won."
Sir Figgles: "I was checking twitter, I didn't even see it!"
Zackary Dyson: "Backstage I guess. She won her match, why should she stay here?"
Sir Figgles: "What? The match hasn't started yet!"
Zackary Dyson: "It did start, and it's over already. Kelsey won."
Sir Figgles: "I was checking twitter, I didn't even see it!"
The short message from Luna Smith opens up to see Luna dressed in a brand new black dress with a hoop inspired belt around her waist. She’s currently holding up her phone to film this
Luna Smith:
So Millennium had an important message last night. The best match of the whole show, Myself vs. TNT didn’t happen and that’s because the strike is still happening. But Bowie Kennedy conducted a little interview with Ana with a very…’funny’ question….why did you attack Tiffany.
First Luna eye rolls as that DQ finish was still a fresh wound but then she leans her head in more and speaks a little quicker with a much louder tone.
Luna Smith:
Sorry but the way you should have said that was, why did you cost Luna her championship? You don’t get to cut me out of the match because you’re salty I didn’t show up. I was wronged, ok? I was going to end the reign and, well, forces out of my control prevented me from doing that. Now Kennedy decides to focus the attack on Tiffany like she was the only victim? No, not happening
She then clearly enters a high street shop and removes her handbag to pass it off to the person she’s with to hold while she uses her free hand to point one of her fingers, which has freshly manicured nails, at the camera
Luna Smith:
The strike is a problem, your problem, Millennium. I suggest you fix it instead of trying to brush it under the carpet.
Several minutes before Jetpack are set to face the reunited Revenants in tag team action Rumchata Ayano enters the ring, microphone in hand.
Rumchata Ayano:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Henri Black, Helena Noir... THEEEEE REVENANTS!!
A heavy metal remix of Requiem for a Dream begins to play as first Henri Black emerges before turning and pointing at the curtain as Helena Noir follows moments later.
Henri, still half turned to face the curtain, holds out his fist to Helena who places hers alongside before the duo make their way down to the ring.
Henri circles the ring and collects a pair of microphones before sliding into the ring and handing one of them to Helena
Henri Black:
As you all know I’m new to Millennium, so new in fact that I had to be told backstage that our opponents tonight Jetpack, were the victors of last year's Tag Team Tournament. In light of this Helena and I are quite excited at the opportunity to test ourselves against such skilled tag team specialists as Penny Kaplan and Jet Blanchard and while we have never faced them before neither have they ever faced us.
Dueling chants of “Rev it up” and “Jetpack4Eva” begin to echo throughout the arena, causing Henri to pause and drink in the ambience. Helena smiles, pleased to hear that, after all this time, the fans still haven’t forgotten what they, as a team, have accomplished as a team.
Helena Noir:
Contrary to my brother in arms, I haven’t lived under a rock for the past two years…
The ironic comment raise some laughs through the fans. Helena glances at her partner who cracks his typical half smile.
Helena Noir:
I’m well aware of what Penny and Jet have accomplished in recent times, both here in MWE and in IYHWF. I know how you, the fans, consider them the favorite to win this whole thing but…
Another brief pause, Noir and Black exchanging a quick glance.
Helena Noir:
The Revenants have made quite a name for themselves for overturning the odds.
Henri shakes his head and laughs softly.
Henri Black:
Firstly, in my defense that rock paid me a LOT of money. But you’re right we’ve faced longer odds than this every time Prayme was driving… would he crash, would he get lost or would we somehow get where we were going in one piece and compared to that a match with Jetpack or any other team is nothing to worry about.
The fans are visibly confused, many of them not being familiar with Prayme Rosario.
Henri Black:
Seriously, if none of you has ever seen a man driving a car with a cigar in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other then you won’t understand what I’m talking about, and you should all hope that you never do.
Helena chuckles, the memory of those old times seems to amuse her.
Helena Noir:
Oh God, don’t remind me…
She shakes her head, trying to regain her composure.
Helena Noir:
Don’t let Henri fool you. We can be all fun and games, but all of this stops the moment that bell rings. We didn’t sign up to the tournament because we were bored, or because we needed more intercontinental flights for our Air Miles Program. We are in this to win it. We’re in this to add some tag gold to our collection.
As she lowers the microphone “Stand Up (For The Champions)” by Right Said Fred blares out of the loudspeakers. Jetpack is here, and the chinese fans salute them with a thunderous ovation.
Rumchata Ayano:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Henri Black, Helena Noir... THEEEEE REVENANTS!!
A heavy metal remix of Requiem for a Dream begins to play as first Henri Black emerges before turning and pointing at the curtain as Helena Noir follows moments later.
Henri, still half turned to face the curtain, holds out his fist to Helena who places hers alongside before the duo make their way down to the ring.
Henri circles the ring and collects a pair of microphones before sliding into the ring and handing one of them to Helena
Henri Black:
As you all know I’m new to Millennium, so new in fact that I had to be told backstage that our opponents tonight Jetpack, were the victors of last year's Tag Team Tournament. In light of this Helena and I are quite excited at the opportunity to test ourselves against such skilled tag team specialists as Penny Kaplan and Jet Blanchard and while we have never faced them before neither have they ever faced us.
Dueling chants of “Rev it up” and “Jetpack4Eva” begin to echo throughout the arena, causing Henri to pause and drink in the ambience. Helena smiles, pleased to hear that, after all this time, the fans still haven’t forgotten what they, as a team, have accomplished as a team.
Helena Noir:
Contrary to my brother in arms, I haven’t lived under a rock for the past two years…
The ironic comment raise some laughs through the fans. Helena glances at her partner who cracks his typical half smile.
Helena Noir:
I’m well aware of what Penny and Jet have accomplished in recent times, both here in MWE and in IYHWF. I know how you, the fans, consider them the favorite to win this whole thing but…
Another brief pause, Noir and Black exchanging a quick glance.
Helena Noir:
The Revenants have made quite a name for themselves for overturning the odds.
Henri shakes his head and laughs softly.
Henri Black:
Firstly, in my defense that rock paid me a LOT of money. But you’re right we’ve faced longer odds than this every time Prayme was driving… would he crash, would he get lost or would we somehow get where we were going in one piece and compared to that a match with Jetpack or any other team is nothing to worry about.
The fans are visibly confused, many of them not being familiar with Prayme Rosario.
Henri Black:
Seriously, if none of you has ever seen a man driving a car with a cigar in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other then you won’t understand what I’m talking about, and you should all hope that you never do.
Helena chuckles, the memory of those old times seems to amuse her.
Helena Noir:
Oh God, don’t remind me…
She shakes her head, trying to regain her composure.
Helena Noir:
Don’t let Henri fool you. We can be all fun and games, but all of this stops the moment that bell rings. We didn’t sign up to the tournament because we were bored, or because we needed more intercontinental flights for our Air Miles Program. We are in this to win it. We’re in this to add some tag gold to our collection.
As she lowers the microphone “Stand Up (For The Champions)” by Right Said Fred blares out of the loudspeakers. Jetpack is here, and the chinese fans salute them with a thunderous ovation.
MWE Tag Team Tournament Match
Group C
Group C
Jetpack VS The Revenants
Jetpack were the clear favorite to win not only this match, but the entire tournament as well, just like they did last year when they were crowned the first ever MWE Champions. Reconfirming themselves at the top will not be easy, and this first match already represented an insidious challenge. Helena Noir and Henri Black already started making a name for themselves respectively on Millennium and Riot and they’re no stranger to each other, having dominated under the Revenants banner a few years ago. “Ladies first” said Henri, leaving the ring and letting Noir starting the match against Penelope. Show of respect from the tattooed woman who offered a handshake, accepted by Kaplan after a momentary hesitation. They started moving in circles, cautiously looking for an opening in each other’s defense. Penny went for a wristlock, quickly reversed by Helena who then took PenPen down with an armdrag. The two engaged in a technical exchange that would have definitely pleased the chain wrestling enthusiasts, who were presents in spades here tonight, judging by the ovation they both had when they both went back to their feet. Noir smiled at her opponent and tagged Henri in, Penny did the same allowing Jet to enter the match. And the pace definitely changed now, the Georgia born showing off his aerial skills and getting the early advantage on Black with a springboard moonsault bodyblock, followed with a low dropkick to the face. One thing Jetpack are great at, and they proved it so many times throughout their career, is cutting the ring in half and isolating one opponent. They managed to do this with a tough and expert opponent like Henri Black too. Another quick tag and Jet took Henri down with a chop block while Penny came in with a bulldog. A combination called Bam! we saw quite often from them, not enough to give them the win tonight though. Penny slowed down the pace once again, trying to wear Henri down with various holds. The Blackstar raised back to his feet and broke free from the side headlock with a couple of well aimed elbows, following with a shoulder jawbreaker that gave him the opening he needed to reach his corner and make the tag. Helena entered the ring fresh and rested, immediately catching Penny with a slingblade. Popping up to her feet, she charged at the corner and took Jet down with a dropkick, dodging a lariat from Kaplan and doubling her over with a back kick to the stomach. Noir was on fire, whipping the former tag champion against the ropes and knocking her down with a leg lariat. The Revenants were now in control, showing that the chemistry they had didn’t fade despite this being the first time they teamed up in years. Henri Black was on his second of three german suplexes on Jet, who managed to block the third attempt and break free with an elbow to the jaw. Although stunned, Henri immediately went for the tag and Helena rushed into the ring, blocking the opponent before he could reach Penny and connecting the suplex her brother in arms owed him. Henri entered the ring once again and started kicking the living hell out of Blanchard. With Jet down on his knee, it looked like he would go for the Black Sacrament, but he decided for a tag instead. And the reason for that became clear when Helena hit the ropes and went for her Dalecarlian Horse (busaiku knee) while he connected with the Black Sacrament (running single leg yakuza kick) from the opposite side. There was no way he could have kicked out of that, luckily for him Penny was there to break the pinfall. Jet was still in the match, but in serious troubles, desperately needing that tag. He almost caught Helena off guard with a small package to counter her suplex, and this brought him close enough to his corner. Helena blocked him again, but he broke free with an enziguri and allowed Penny to get back into the match. A series of overhand chops, a front kick and a ddt in rapid sequence gave her another near fall and, most importantly, switched the momentum back on Jetpack’s side. Helena tried a reaction of sort, but Penelope was constantly one step ahead, even when Noir sent her up and over the top rope. She hit her with a shoulder to the stomach, following with a springboard flying knee. Once again the cover only resulted in a two count, and that was the end of an amazing match, as the cheers from the crowd testified. WINNER: Draw BY: Time Limit, 15:00 |
Zackary Dyson: "And group C starts with a draw."
Sir Figgles: "Both teams brought their A game tonight, but none of them was able to prevail."
Zackary Dyson: "Well, you know how they say in these cases. The real winners are the fans."
Sir Figgles: "Both teams brought their A game tonight, but none of them was able to prevail."
Zackary Dyson: "Well, you know how they say in these cases. The real winners are the fans."
A sickening thud. That’s what we’re greeted by as the camera cuts backstage, but we don’t find a sign of a struggle or an accident. The camera is taken up entirely by the face of the RIOT Champion, Devin Hearst. With his obnoxiously expensive sunglasses slid down his nose and a cigarette slack in his mouth, Hearst absently stares into the eyes of the RIOT faithful in either a numbing rage or a drug-induced stupor; perhaps both? It takes a moment before Hearst even twitches, but the second resounding thwack against the concrete does seem to shake him from his statuesque state.
Devin Hearst:
I … I don’t know where I stuttered. Maybe I wasn’t clear enough? Maybe I’m the asshole? I thought I was pretty clear when I said that things on this brand were going to be different now that the top belt belongs to me. That if you step to the throne, you should expect to be dealt with, but the more I think about it, how can I blame y’all? Again!
Again, the thud booms out from behind him. Hearst takes the cigarette from his lips and flicks some of the ash onto the floor like he owned the place. The camera begins to zoom back out.
Devin Hearst:
This brand has been looking at barbie dolls and goth girls playing dress-up with the RIOT championship. You don’t know any better! Plenty of folk tellin’ you that they’re gonna be your leader, but not a lot of leaders to be found, and if you know me … I’m pretty good at it. What RIOT needs … is an alpha. What RIOT needs is the real deal; the Big Boss, and a real boss man leads by example. AGAIN!
Thud. Hearst repeats his barked order three times more, each with an additional resounding smack into the ground. As we come to see the whole scene, we find the source of it all: behind the champion stands his hired muscle, Andrew Wilkow, and in his clutches a horribly-bloodied Megan Rydell. As Hearst shouts “Again!”, Wilkow rips Rydell up into the air and plants her already brutalized body into the concrete with a powerbomb. Hearst motions toward his victim with his cigarette like a man exposing a conspiracy.
Devin Hearst:
I am a man of my word and I’m not in the business of letting the small stuff go. I respect Meg’s gumption, but the girl harshed my mellow! I hate … when they harsh my mellow, man. This ain’t a game about egos or callin’ shots. I don’t play that. The Champ ain’t the only one with something to lose anymore! You can line on up, but I’m taking my cut when it’s done, and Meg … oh, Megan …
Hearst kneels down, forcing one of Rydell’s eyes open with his fingers.
Devin Hearst:
I’ve not even begun to take from you.
Hearst puts his cigarette out … on Rydell’s forehead, before flicking it into the distance. He snaps his fingers, signalling Wilkow to follow as he stands up straight, straightens the collar on his shirt, and heads off down the hall. As he does, the camera focuses on the battered Megan Rydell as the calls for help from the crew backstage start.
MWE Tag Team Championship Match
The Brothers McMillion (c) VS Qiang Chen & Yoji Kojima
The first title defense for the McMillions against two wrestlers quite familiar amongst the Asian fans. In fairness, the most attentive MWE fans would probably remember Yoji Kojima from the Junior Heavyweight tournament early this year and his match against Zafar Khan at Dark Web. His partner tonight was the hometown boy, Beijing’s own Qiang Chen. The two were part of the National Oriental Wrestling roster, whose future is still uncertain after the sudden departure of the owner Li Che-woo. Speculations have been running wild in these past days; One of his sons taking over, another figure stepping in the big shoes he left, new investors.. According to one of these rumors the owner of MWE Grace van Beek would be interested in taking over the Hong Kong based company. And to some, seeing two NOW talents challenging Javen and Christian Michaels for the titles looked a lot like a proof. Chen started the match against Javen, the heavyweight immediately putting the size and power advantage into play, catching Simon’s crossbody attempt in mid air and turning it into a fallaway slam. The pop of the sold out crowd as Javen landed on the opposite side of the ring was deafening, but quickly turned into boos as the McMillion made the tag to his brother. Simon and Qiang immediately locked up in a test of strength, with the Chinese quite easily overpowering the Tennessee born and pushing him back against the ropes. Javen took the sneaky tag, waiting for Chen to whip his brother to the opposite side to enter the ring behind his back. CM hit the ropes and held onto them, stopping his momentum while Javen hooked his arm around Chen’s head and dropped him on the floor with a reverse ddt. Christian swung his elbow backwards and connected it with Yoji’s jaw, knocking him off the apron and quickly leaving the ring to jump on him with an asai moonsault while Javen made the cover for a two count. As the match went on, the asian team took back control when Chen reversed the irish whip and sent Christian against the ropes. Kojima, remembering the cheap shot from earlier in the match, kicked the veteran in the back as he hit the ropes, acting all innocent as the referee went to confront him. Qiang in the meantime was taking care of Michaels, those heavy hands smacking his chest with a series of hard open handed chops.Yoji raised his leg and placed his foot on the top turnbuckle, signaling his partner where to smash CM’s face. Chen obliged, tagging his partner in. Yoji leaped over the top rope landing two hard kicks on Christian’s chest as he was now resting against the corner. He then ran to the opposite side of the ring, dropkicking Javen off the apron and laughing at him. He turned around to a kick to the stomach from CM, who then looked like he was going for the Just Like That. Kojima pushed him away, avoiding the twist of fate and, as soon as Christian kicked out, he superkicked him right in the mush, only obtaining a two count. A great display for the local team, who got once again close to the upset win with Chen’s pumphandle slam, saved by Javen. The quick tags and the home field advantage were creating more issues than the brothers would have imagined. CM was in the enemy’s corner with Kojima charging at full speed. At the last moment he rolled aside, avoiding the Yakuza kick that, instead, caught Yoji’s partner in a textbook case of miscommunication. The few seconds Yoji took to check on Chen allowed CM to make the tag to his brother who entered the ring all guns blazing. Yoji found himself on the wrong end of a flurry of kicks and punches, ended with a kamehameha from the McMillion. With the japanese down, Javen ascended to the top rope and leaped off with a swanton bomb, making the cover after the Javenation. Qiang stepped in and saved the match for his team, but he couldn’t save himself from the tag team champions’ stereo superkick. With the chinese powerhouse down and out, CM stepped back on the apron only to take the tag from his brother. Now able to work together legally, they whipped Yoji against the ropes. CM lifted him with a flapjack while Javen caught his fall into a codebreaker, watching out for Chen’s possible come back while Christian made the cover, sealing the successful title defense for the Brothers McMillion. WINNER: The Brothers McMillion (STILL CHAMPIONS) BY: Pinfall (Control-Alt-Delete), 11:28 |
Sir Figgles: The NOW boys fought hard but they couldn't put down the McMillions.
Zackary Dyson: "You know, some of the MWE fans thought that CM's and Javen's win at Homecoming was a fluke, that the brothers were too old and done to stay at the top of the division. Well, tonight they prove them wrong."
Sir Figgles: "Too often people discount the experience factor too easily. You saw how CM lured his opponent in and forced the mistake? That's one thing you can't teach,"
Zackary Dyson: "You make a good point. Which is rare..."
Zackary Dyson: "You know, some of the MWE fans thought that CM's and Javen's win at Homecoming was a fluke, that the brothers were too old and done to stay at the top of the division. Well, tonight they prove them wrong."
Sir Figgles: "Too often people discount the experience factor too easily. You saw how CM lured his opponent in and forced the mistake? That's one thing you can't teach,"
Zackary Dyson: "You make a good point. Which is rare..."
In the backstage area, Dean’s got a simple set-up. His You Bring the Fight I End It shirt on, with a plain wall behind him. No sand or beach or fluff as Dean would describe it, just himself and the Invictus Championship in a prime position to be picked up on the camera as it’s draped over his right shoulder. He’s got on a charcoal AllSaints Colt leather jacket over his Millennium t-shirt, with a moderately expensive pair of jeans on. A pair of sunglasses rests on the neckline of his t-shirt and he’s chewing some gum while staying calm and cool.
Dean Smith:
Before I get into my match tonight, let me ask you what’s one thing me and Devin have in common? We’re both strong, over six foot guys who hold Riot gold, yes. But what I was getting at and the eagle eyed fans will know is we’ve both yet to compete on Millennium since winning the belt in Hearsts case or retaining it in my case.
Dean’s teeth clench as he pauses, with a glance down at the title he defended in the homecoming before a simple smirk forms because of what happened afterwards.
Dean Smith:
But Devin showed up last week to interfere in CCJ’s tag team match, effectively tampering Meems and her friend’s tournament win. Like any “king of the castle”, you’re creating a lot of enemies.
The mention of Devin being in the ring with his family sharpens Dean’s stern expression and the smirk vanishes without a trace. But his last line leads Dean to raise his dominant right hand up with his index finger extended to gesture a point.
Dean Smith:
Like Megan Rydell who’s now stepping up to you. Because now we’re at the difference between you and I. No one has stepped up to me since West-Jaa was choked out. Millennium twice have brought in mystery talent and twice when the belt was on the line, they failed. The Invictus Championship now has a chance to supersede the Riot title if I win tonight. Simply put, winning makes me the better champion. The fans know it, the roster know it.
He tilts his head to the right to gesture at the fact they would be surrounded by intellectual colleagues and fans watching to see. But then Dean chooses to change directions as he turns to put his left, titleless shoulder forward by choice as he reflects.
Dean Smith:
Back when Riot opened it’s doors and they presented this niche division, it’s all I wanted. And being Dean Smith, I went for what I wanted, and I got it.
Which is when he brings back the Invictus Championship into better view again.
Dean Smith:
And I fight every date Riot put on my calendar to keep this title. Tonight is that rare opportunity to turn a few heads towards the Invictus Division. Tonight we’ll see what it takes to defeat the Beast. A KO or a Choke Out…
There’s a simple pause as Dean lets his past wins speak for themselves.
Dean Smith:
I guess we’ll find out tonight.
Before he raises his eyebrows subtly, turning to exit towards the right and see the Meg vs. Liv match coming up next.
Singles Match
Champion vs Champion Match
Devin Hearst VS Dean SmithChampion vs Champion Match
The boos were deafening when “The Man” by The Killers blared out of the PA system, signaling the entrance of the Riot Champion Devin Hearst. The brutal assault on Megan Rydell from earlier tonight certainly didn’t earn him any fans, but he didn’t seem to care. Accompanied as always by his trusted right hand, Andrew Wilkow, Dev entered the ring, smirking at his opponent, the Invictus Champion Dean Smith. The match was hard hitting since the get going, as you can easily expect considering the parts involved. Hearst never shied away from a good ole brawl, coming out on top in most occasions. Dean gave him a run for his money tonight, looking for a moment like he was winning this first, violent exchange. Devin had an ace up his sleeve, poking Dean’s eye with his thumb and immediately striking with an european uppercut. He then scooped Dean up and dropped him down with a powerslam but, instead of attempting the pinfall, he laid down on the mat in front of him, lounging and taking in the good vibes. After the very close to three near fall following the Desperado (throwing releasing suplex) Devin probably grew a bit overconfident. He was taking his sweet time, taunting the fans and the opponent, slowly walking toward him and dragging him up to his feet. Grabbing him by the chin, he went in his face remembering him that Riot is HIS show. Smith, a Riot original and currently the longest reigning champion in the brand’s history didn’t take those insults lightly. Hurt in his pride, Dean reacted with some lefts and rights to the ribcage, hitting now Hearst with a series of four uppercuts and taking a run to the ropes, slamming him down with a bulldog. He even took a little revenge trash talking the Riot Champion before gaining some speed hitting the ropes and kicking Hearst right on the side of his head, hooking the leg for a cover and a two count. An irish whip sent the champion in the corner, Dean charged with a splash, tying Hearst to the ropes and landed a series of boxing punches, until the referee stopped him. Wilkow quickly helped his boss to get free and even pushed him trying to spur him, sending Devin right into Dean’s arms. The Invictus champion lifted him over his shoulders and dropped him down into a double knee gutbuster, immediately making the cover and obtaining a very close near fall. Dean’s hard strikes had Devin rocked good, the Riot champion struggling to put more than a couple of punches together. Things changed when smith sent him against the ropes with his Down With The Door (Front kick), and Hearst bounced back with a huge clothesline, putting everything he had in that one move. Slowly, the two men climbed back to their feet, starting the umpteenth brawl of this match. Smith was aiming at the ribs, notoriously Devin’s weak spot. Hearst of course was expecting it and protected that area, entering Smith’s guard with a knee to the sternum. The Invictus champion bent forward, short of breath for the sudden strike that shook his ribcage. Hearst drove his knee on his face a couple of times, wrapping his arms around his neck and taking him down for a neckbreaker. Dean kicked out and tried to get back on track, attempting a suplex but failing to lift the champion, who doubled him over with another knee to the gut and dropped him on his head with the Evenflow DDT for the win. WINNER: Devin Hearst BY: Pinfall (Evenflow DDT), 13:44 |
Zackary Dyson:
What a worthy conclusion to a wonderful night of wrestling.
Sir Figgles:
Looks like the King Of The Castle is still reigning supreme.
Zackary Dyson:
And by the looks of it, it's going to be a reign of terror.
Sir Figgles:
Megan Rydell tried to step to the king and got put down. I doubt anyone else will try now.
Zackary Dyson:
I doubt Megan is done with him... Anyway, our time is up, Riot will be back next Saturday from Nanjing, when we will probably see the debut of this mystreious "Showtime" Leia Lebeau. Good night, ladies and gentlemen. And thank you dor joining us here tonight.
What a worthy conclusion to a wonderful night of wrestling.
Sir Figgles:
Looks like the King Of The Castle is still reigning supreme.
Zackary Dyson:
And by the looks of it, it's going to be a reign of terror.
Sir Figgles:
Megan Rydell tried to step to the king and got put down. I doubt anyone else will try now.
Zackary Dyson:
I doubt Megan is done with him... Anyway, our time is up, Riot will be back next Saturday from Nanjing, when we will probably see the debut of this mystreious "Showtime" Leia Lebeau. Good night, ladies and gentlemen. And thank you dor joining us here tonight.