Post by gvb on Nov 30, 2019 20:55:33 GMT -6
Riot in Jiangsu
Live from Nanjing Youth Olympics Sports Park Gymnasium in Nanjing
Saturday, November 30th, 2019
There's a wonderful atmosphere inside the Nanjing Youth Olympics Sports Park Gymnasium here in Nanjing. The fans are excited about another night of action with the third show the Orange Brand holds in China. The official theme song, "Riot" by Three Days Grace blares out of the loudspeakers accompanied by the traditional light effects illuminate the entrance stage. Zackary Dyson and Sir Figgles are sitting at commentary booth, ready to call the matches.
Zackary Dyson:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, The Way Of The Dragon brough us tonight in Nanjing and my God! What a night we have in store!
Sir Figgles:
You're right kid. The Tag Team Tournament is entering its crucial phase, and tonight we have not one, but two matches!
Zackary Dyson:
Group A and Group D are in actions. The Golden Era could be the first team to secure their spot in the final should they beat The Daughter Of Janus tonight. While in Group D, Nightfall Rising must win against the BreeTee Committee to keep their hopes alive.
Sir Figgles:
And what about our main event? After last week's events, Meg Rydell has the chance tonight to get some revenge on the man who brutalized her, Andrew Wilkow.
Zackary Dyson:
Obviously, her eyes are set on the man who ordered the assault, the Riot Champion Devin Hearst. But taking out his right hand in this last man standing match would be a great boost of confidence for the challenger at Hears't throne.
Sir Figgles:
We'll see how that goes for her. Anyway, it's Showtime Zack, Leia LeBeau is setting to make her debut next.
Zackary Dyson:
She definitely left an impression last week, turning more than some heads. Bur can she back up all that hype? Find out next!
Zackary Dyson:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, The Way Of The Dragon brough us tonight in Nanjing and my God! What a night we have in store!
Sir Figgles:
You're right kid. The Tag Team Tournament is entering its crucial phase, and tonight we have not one, but two matches!
Zackary Dyson:
Group A and Group D are in actions. The Golden Era could be the first team to secure their spot in the final should they beat The Daughter Of Janus tonight. While in Group D, Nightfall Rising must win against the BreeTee Committee to keep their hopes alive.
Sir Figgles:
And what about our main event? After last week's events, Meg Rydell has the chance tonight to get some revenge on the man who brutalized her, Andrew Wilkow.
Zackary Dyson:
Obviously, her eyes are set on the man who ordered the assault, the Riot Champion Devin Hearst. But taking out his right hand in this last man standing match would be a great boost of confidence for the challenger at Hears't throne.
Sir Figgles:
We'll see how that goes for her. Anyway, it's Showtime Zack, Leia LeBeau is setting to make her debut next.
Zackary Dyson:
She definitely left an impression last week, turning more than some heads. Bur can she back up all that hype? Find out next!
The production team seem tired, making sure the show is running as smoothly as possible as they zip about the backstage area, working like a well oiled unit to make sure everything is perfect in every department. It is none stop, none of them paying attention to what is going on around them as they are solely focused on the tasks ahead of them. That is until they hear a soft whistling in the background, growing louder as it drew nearer. Heads began to turn, as eyes began to open wide and jaws began to drop.
Leia LeBeau:
It’s Showtime, boys!
Came the sweet voice, a figure strutting down the hallways past them, twirling a long cane between the fingers of their right hand, while their left rested on their swaying hip, which moved in a hypnotising motion that the staff could barely keep their eyes away from. The sultry Showgirl tipped her top hat to those she walked past, either sticking out her tongue playfully, or biting her lip in the most teasing of fashion.
Leia LeBeau:
You’ve been waiting way, way, way too long. But now I think it’s time you see the Show!
She exclaimed, swinging herself around the corner, before performing a little twirl. Her beautiful face burst into joy at the reaction she was getting from the predominantly male workforce, giggling playfully as she blew a rich kiss in the direction of the wolf whistles she was receiving. Giving a wink, she spoke to the staff once more.
Leia LeBeau:
I want you boys to remember this moment. The debut of the biggest, brightest… and hottest star to enter the entertainment industry this decade. I want you to remember how you felt, what went through those dirty little minds of yours and I want you to watch… every… little… movement out there.
She twirled those hips of hers with every last word, giving another wink as she twirled that cane between her fingers expertly. As she turned to the curtain, she blew another kiss back, before readying herself for her grand entry into the wrestling world.
Leia LeBeau:
I’m going to be famous.
She said softly, laughing to herself as “Jet City Woman” began playing out, and she stepped through the curtain and out into the world of Riot.
Singles Match
Krissy Spencer VS Leia LeBeauShe teased the fans in Beijing last week, and tonight she made her in ring debut here in Nanjing. A few jaws dropped as the stunning showgirl strutted to the ring, including those at the commentators table. She winked playfully at the camera, removing her top hat and walking right on the face of an annoyed Kristina Spencer, who didn’t seem impressed but the Sin City Showgirl. And she made sure Leia knew it, insulting her and slapping that perfect smile off her face. The match was officially started, with the Wicked One dominating the first part against the Seattle born. LeBeau was struggling to find a counter to the flurry of kicks and punches Kristina was shooting in her direction. A discus lariat left her stunned in the middle of the ring, allowing Spencer to move behind her back and grab her breasts with both hands. The unexpected move seemed to shake up the Showgirl, her shocked expression provoking some laughs amongst the fans. Finally, after taking some time, Krissy connected the boobplex she calls Handful Of Fun. Spencer slid on top of Leia and hooked the leg for the first near fall of the match. LeBeau finally found her footing, showing that she’s more than just a pretty face. Those long legs of her were powerful weapons, keeping the opponent at distance and connecting with various spot of her body with surgical precision. She even surprised the audience with a crane kick, knocking Kristina down and obtaining a two count. Spencer’s reaction was almost immediate, reversing an irish whip and sending her flying in the air with a back body drop. She then charged at her, ducking the clothesline and hitting the Air Crazy (springboard stunner) that sent the Jet City Woman flying to the opposite side of the ring. The following pinning predicament only got her another two count. Although her technique definitely needed some polishing, LeBeau showed some good moves in her debut, like the Seattle Slutdrop (Legdrop Bulldog) that almost gave her the win. But in the end, the bigger experience allowed Kristina to catch the opponent off guard with a throat jab, connecting then a series of lightning quick kick the last of which knocking Leia down. She tried to get up immediately, awkwardly falling back on her ass. Bringing a hand to her head, she complained with the referee about being feeling dizzy. The official approached as she dragged herself in the nearest corner, sitting there while the referee started checking on her. Kristina wanted to finish the match and twice the referee had to push her back, asking her to let him evaluate if her opponent was fit to continue. The third time the ref lost his patience, standing up and raising the tone of his voice with Spencer. Leia smiled, the act she fooled everyone with eventually being revealed. Grabbing the opponent’s tights, she dragged her down while moving to her right, sending Krissy face first against the top turnbuckle and quickly rolling her on her shoulders, holding her down for the three count with a little assist from the ropes. WINNER: Leia LeBeau BY: Pinfall (Schoolgirl Pin), 5:10 |
Sir Figgles: "I'm telling you, Zack. This girl is going place."
Zackary Dyson: "The oldest trick in the book... The best part is that nobody saw it coming, her injury seemed legit."
Zackary Dyson: "The oldest trick in the book... The best part is that nobody saw it coming, her injury seemed legit."
A long black limousine pulls up into the parking deck of the arena. The background noise from the fans is that of a dull roar out of anxious anticipation of who might emerge from this limousine. The driver exits and walks towards the back. He opens the backdoor and a gorgeous blonde bombshell emerges. The fans begin to cheer loudly as they immediately recognize this woman as none other than “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock. The blonde beauty is wearing a black knee length skirt, black patent leather high heel pumps, and a black long sleeve sweater. Sunglasses cover her eyes as she looks on rather confidently. She looks like a million bucks.
Glory Braddock:
So this is Millennium Wrestling Enterprise?
Braddock nods her head in approval.
Glory Braddock:
Sophie told me about this place. Definitely looks like a place where I can start fresh.
The British Bombshell turns her full attention towards the camera. A confident grin forms upon her face.
Glory Braddock:
Hello there, mates. If you don’t know who I am by now, don’t worry, you will figure it out soon enough. Just know that I am Glory Braddock, The British Bombshell, and one of the best wrestlers in the world today.
She takes off her sunglasses, winks at the camera, and then walks away.
Singles Match
Olivia Wythe VS Cameron GreyFive months after her last appearance in MWE, a losing effort at the tag team titles held at the time by The Happy Few, Olivia Wythe made her comeback tonight in Nanjing. Her opponent was Cameron Grey, someone she was quite familiar with. Formerly known as Kid Terra from his time as part of The Mighty Now Thrive tag team, Grey already stepped in the ring against Olivia when she was teaming with her long time friend Levi. The bell rang and Olivia exploded out of the corner, running over her opponent with a clothesline. She immediately dragged him up to his feet and fired him in the corner, bending forward and driving her shoulder in his mid section. Holding onto the ropes, she did it again a second time and a third, before eventually flipping him to a seated position with a snapmare and kicking him on the back. She pinned him down with a lateral press, but Cameron powered out in two. It took the former TMNT member a while to weather the initial storm brought by a very determined Olivia, who was definitely looking to impress and find back the feeling with the fans. Eventually he managed to take her down to the mat, where he could finally start to work his craft, twisting her right arm in a bridging chicken wing. Grey came into this match with a clear strategy, targeting that right arm and looking for a submission win with his The Graps Of Wrath. With that in mind, he took her down to the mat with an arm drag and applied more pressure on the shoulder. When he let her go, he stomped that arm a couple of times, before hitting that same limb with a vicious soccer kick. Olivia broke free of the hammerlock with a couple of left elbow shots to the jaw, quickly turning around for a right forearm shot. She instantly regretted the choice as the pain spread through her arm painting a grimace of pain on her face. It seemed to be worth it though, as Cameron recoiled back a couple of steps, giving her the opportunity to strike again. Wisely, this time she went at him with a left hook, following up with a front kick. Grabbing Grey’s arm, she sent him against the ropes and took him down with a shoulder tackle. With the right arm almost limp, she dragged Cameron back to his feet and connected some knife edge chops across his chest, obviously using the left arm. She then attempted a suplex, but the pain in that right arm was too much to successfully lift the 200 pounder, who was quick to grab that same arm and connect with a one arm ddt. Things weren’t looking good for Olivia, now stuck in the corner with one arm almost unusable. And Cameron wasn’t giving her any break, charging in at full speed. She countered it with a kick to the face, digging down deep to find the strength necessary to lift Cameron with a desperate released belly to belly, sending him crashing against the turnbuckle. Feeling the urgency to close the match before further damage to her arm could be done, she left the ring and slowly, cursing for the pain her arm was causing, she climbed to the top rope, jumping down with the diving codebreaker she calls Wythebreaker. She crawled on top of Grey and, three seconds later, the referee was raising her arm in victory. The left, as she asked while keeping the right close to her chest. WINNER: Olivia Wythe BY: Pinfall (Wythebreaker), 8:17 |
Zackary Dyson: "She's back Figgles! And she's back with a big win"
Sir Figgles: "Olivia Wythe had took some time off this past summer, after failing to capture the tag titles. It looks like she's focusing on her singles career now"
Zackary Dyson: "We haven't heard any rumors about Levi coming back as well, so my guess is that Wythe is lookin to add some Riot gold around her waist. Which one? Time will tell."
Sir Figgles: "Olivia Wythe had took some time off this past summer, after failing to capture the tag titles. It looks like she's focusing on her singles career now"
Zackary Dyson: "We haven't heard any rumors about Levi coming back as well, so my guess is that Wythe is lookin to add some Riot gold around her waist. Which one? Time will tell."
Much like last week, the titantron suddenly lights up showing a bucolic landscape in what could be a shot of any and every America countryside corner. There's an odd silence, bar for the slightest rustles coming off the tall grass, almost as if the nature itself was staring in respectful silence at what was going on.
Voiceover:
Sometimes snakes can't slough.
A rich, baritonal male voice starts reciting the words of D.H. Lawrence. From the tall grass, the triangular head of a black and grey snake peeps out, flicking his forked tongue. There's something weird in the way it's acting, lowering his head and rubbing it against the ground.
Voiceover:
They can't burst their old skin.
It appears that this is what the snake is trying to do, grinding against the hard soil to loosen up his old skin. And to a closer inspection, it's working for the protagonist of this video.
Voiceover:
Then they go sick and die inside the old skin, and nobody ever sees the new pattern.
This doesn't seem to be our case. The skin on our snake's head is coming off, by dint of the constant rubbing. Something similar to a white plastic wrap envelopping enveloping the slithering beast.
Voiceover:
It needs a real desperate recklessness to burst your old skin at last.
Inch by inch, the snake is sloughing, crawling out of its old skin to reveal the new one underneath it. It's a slow process, the camera cuts several times to show its progression until it's finally out of it, leaving a useless heap of skin behind itself.
Voiceover:
You simply don't care what happens to you, if you rip yourself in two, so long as you do get out.
Finally free, the snakes slithers out of the framing. The camera cuts to the next match on the card.
Tag Team Match
Group D
BreeTee Committee VS Nightfall Rising
The second match of Group D saw Nightfall Rising taking on the team of Bree Smith and Teagan Gallagher, collectively known as The BreeTee Committee in a rematch the boys had been wanting ever since the match back at A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The two Gallaghers, Jay and Teagan started the match, and Chris Night’s pupil seemed extremely focused on the task at hand, surprising the opponent with a series of swift kicks. Teagan ducked the roundhouse and swept Jay’s leg, quickly locking him in her inverted figure four leglock. As the male Gallagher screamed out in agony, she dragged herself close to her near corner, making the tag to Bree who entered the ring and sat on his back, applying a camel clutch for an excruciating double submission. Of course, they could only hold it for five seconds, but Donnie made sure his partner’s suffering was even shorter, superkicking Bree in the face when the count of the referee reached two. Things weren’t going much better for Nightfall with Bree inside the ring. The powerhouse of the Committee was in full control, strutting around the ring while doing backbreaker reps with the poor Jay, throwing him halfway across the ring with a fallaway slam. Gallagher kicked out from the pinning predicament, slowly standing up to his feet. Bree stayed on the attack with a series of quick forearms followed by a kick to the stomach, blocked by Jay who then immediately hit her with a step over spinning kick. This was the chance he had been waiting for to crawl to the near corner where his partner was ready to get into the action. Donovan took the tag and leaped on the top rope, jumping inside the ring with a springboard dropkick that took Bree down. He didn’t stop there, attacking Teagan as well with a Yakuza kick. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Smith charging at him at full speed and stopped her with a back elbow, setting her up for a Pele kick. Bree managed to make the tag, and the fresh Teagan was able to change the course of the match, slowing down the pace and grounding the high flier. She even picked up the nearest of falls with a beautiful fisherman suplex, but luckily for Keane his partner managed to make the break. When things seemed to turn for the worst for Nightfall Rising, Donovan created an opening sneaking away from the opponents’ corner with a kick to Teagan in front of her, an elbow to Bree’s face and eventually rolling under the irish’ clothesline to dive toward his partner’s extended hand. Jay entered the ring and immediately obtained a count of two with a sitout inverted suplex slam. One minute later, he had another chance to close the match, but Bree made the save after his hurricanrana driver. Donovan entered the ring and brought the fight to Bree, jumping on her back and hitting her with several punches to the head. Bree staggered toward the ropes and Donnie sent her and himself out of the ring with a clothesline, The two legal men were back on their feet, although Teegs was catching a breath against the corner. The Nightfall member charged with his J-Kick, the irish girl dodged and quickly clubbed him from behind with a roaring elbow to the back of the head. She followed with a pumphandle suplex that sent Jay on his back right in the middle of the ring. Bree, who just eliminated Donovan from the equation with a spinebuster on the floor, was back on the apron, demanding the tag. Teagan obliged, catching Jay for her exploder suplex into Bree’s codebreaker. Smith then hooked the leg for the cover, picking up an important win for her team. WINNER: The BreeTee Committee BY: Pinfall (WHOOPAH), 13:09 |
Zackary Dyson: "Another win for Bree and Teagan"
Sir Figgles: "This one has some huge implications Zacky..."
Zackary Dyson: "Indeed. This is where Nightfall Rising's path ends. BreeTee are leading group D with 3 points, but they're not qualified just yet. They still have to go through Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh"
Sir Figgles: "This one has some huge implications Zacky..."
Zackary Dyson: "Indeed. This is where Nightfall Rising's path ends. BreeTee are leading group D with 3 points, but they're not qualified just yet. They still have to go through Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh"
The scene opens up and this time we are able to see the likes of Christina Zdunich backstage. She is clad in her traditional cyan wrestling attire. She seems to be working out stretching her body out as she glances over at the camera that is following her.
Christina Zdunich:
Good evening everyone. I just want to say from the bottom of my heart that I had an amazing birthday and I hope everyone had an amazing Thanksgiving.
Christina can’t help but sigh as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
Now tonight I have a match against Saki and that is all good and everything but I have some stuff that I need to get off of my chest. First and foremost I am sick and tired of being in this slump that I am in. I am tired of not living up to my full potential, and constantly being used as fodder for everyone to come into this company and get a win over. Those days are long gone. I am not going to rest until I am holding the Jr. Heavyweight Championship. That is the end goal and I will get there.
Christina nods her head in agreement as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
Mark my words on that. However what is more important than any of that is I am going to prove myself to that of Saki. Saki I know you will be a great challenge but I would be lying if I didn’t admit that my focus was on elsewhere. I want Echo and Echo you can act all high and mighty like I don’t matter. I will get you. I will get what I want and then who knows what will happen… Now get this camera out of my face.
Christina angrily pie faces the camera as she walks away.
Singles Match
Saki VS Christina RoseFirst “regular” match in this Way Of The Dragon tour for Saki, who has her eyes set on the Junior Heavyweight Championship currently held by Liv Mercer. The Kawaii Deathmachine walked out of the curtain still carrying the half burnt head of the stuffed giant panda, a creepy memory of last week. Stepping up against her was Christina Rose perpetually trying to relaunch her career here in MWE, where she seems to be struggling to build any sort of momentum. The pace of the match was ridiculously quick from the get going, Rose trying to score a quick win with all sort of cradles and roll ups, always finding the Kawaii Deathmachine ready to kick out. The former Empire Extreme Champion sent the challenger against the ropes and knocked her off her feet with a low dropkick, hitting the ropes and connecting with a knee to the side of the head. No wasted motions for Saki who flipped backward landing on the opponent with a standing moonsault. Christina kicked out in two, immediately trying to take back control with a throat thrust and an european uppercut in quick sequence, prelude to an endless flurry of swift kicks to the ribs. With the Singapore Mauler now stunned, Christina went for her Flashing Lights (Chick Kick) picking up the first near fall. Back and forth they went, Rose looking impressive tonight especially considering the magnitude of her opponent who has been floating around the Junior Heavyweight Championship for months now. Rose lifted her for a scoop slam and followed with the Smell The Roses (handspring standing moonsault) finding Saki’s knees raised in protection. From that moment on it was a one sided match with Saki dominating with a series of stiff kicks, prelude to the diving tornado ddt. Christina reversed an irish whip, preparing herself for a back body drop. Too predictable for the Kawaii Deathmachine who kicked her up to a vertical position, following with a reverse side kick to the stomach to double her over once again. Putting Christina’s head between her legs, Saki then dropped her on her head with a piledriver. With a smirk on her face, Saki climbed to the top rope, waiting for the perfect moment to jump and connect the Cotton Candy Kiss Of Death. “Money” by Cardi B blared out of the loudspeakers, and everybody’s attention immediately shifted to the entrance stage where the Junior Heavyweight Champion Liv Mercer appeared dressed in casual clothes but with the title wrapped around her waist. Saki immediately climbed down from the top rope, her eyes locked on the champion who was now flaunting the championship, raising it in the air. Oz Dalton, Liv’s boyfriend, sneaked behind her back and clocked her with punch to the head, wearing a brass knuckle to amplify the damage. Rose thanked for the assist and finished the job with the Rock & Roll (swinging snap ddt), picking up the win. You would expect Saki to be pissed, but she just sat there laughing and watching Liv and Oz heading backstage. WINNER: Christina Rose BY: Pinfall (Rock & Roll), 6:26 |
Zackary Dyson: "Oh boy... Saki won't be happy about this."
Sir Figgles: "What are you talking about? She's laughing..."
Zackary Dyson: "Let me tell you. When Saki smiles, nothing good comes out of it. I let you imagine when she's laughing."
Sir Figgles: "What are you talking about? She's laughing..."
Zackary Dyson: "Let me tell you. When Saki smiles, nothing good comes out of it. I let you imagine when she's laughing."
The scene cuts backstage Megan Rydell pacing back and forth in her locker room. She pays no mind to the camera as she continues to move around as she begins to speak.
Megan Rydell:
Wilkow… Tonight it’s about you and me. Not about Devin Hearst, not about the Riot Championship, not about these Chinese fans! None of that shit!
She stopped in her tracks and turns toward the camera, her eyes glaring into it.
Megan Rydell:
I don’t give a shit about anything other than breaking you into a million pieces. You came for me and now I’m going to be the one to end you for it. You messed with the wrong bitch, Andrew.
Meg points to the camera.
Megan Rydell:
You’re a dead man, Wilkow. I’m going to make you feel pain that you’ve never felt before. You want to take things to the limit? Well, I’m going to show you just how far I can take it past it. You’re going to be on the brink of death when I’m through with you.
Meg let’s out an evil laugh before leaning forward, making her come face to face with the camera.
Megan Rydell:
Enjoy the time you have being able to walk, Wilkow. Because tonight? I’m going to cripple you.
She lets out a sickening laugh before walking out of the scene and it cuts away.
Singles Match
Invictus Rules
Dean Smith VS Alan EnvyInvictus Rules
Back to the Invictus Rules for the champion, who earlier this week surpassed the 200 days reign, against the Southside Lonestar Champion. First Round Nobody was surprised to see this match starting with a brawl, a style both competitors favor. They hit each other hard, uncaring about even trying to defend in a battle of pride and muscles. Envy rocked the champion with a forearm to the jaw, following with a series of uppercuts. Dean answered with his Down With The Door (front kick), immediately following with Four Uppercuts And A Dreading (series of four uppercuts followed by a rock bottom). Envy pulled himself together, catching Dean off guard with a jawbreaker, charging at the stunned opponent with a running big boot right to the face. Spitting some blood from his busted mouth, he then taunted Alan to attack him again. But the bell said it was enough for the first round. Judges Scores: Kirilenko: Smith 10-9 Dyson: Smith 10-9 Figgins: Smith 10-9 Second Round The second round started with Envy looking to turn the verdict, blocking Dean in the corner and hitting a rapid sequence of lefts and rights to the ribs. Dean struggled to get out of that predicament, but eventually managed to with a headbutt, Although stunned, Envy blocked the opponent’s advancing with a kick to the leg that forced Smith to his knee. Alan launched the opponent against the ropes and then up in the air for his pop up Death Valley Driver. Smith was able to slide behind his back and drop Alan down to his knees with a vicious elbow strike to the back of the head. The next step was to lock the Choke Out (dragon sleeper with body scissor) and squeeze his neck until Envy tapped out. WINNER: Dean Smith BY: Submission (Choke Out), Round 2; 3:44 |
Zackary Dyson: "Another impressive win for Dean Smith. You have to wonder who will step up to him next"
Sir Figgles: "He has destroyed competition so fare, becoming the undisputed king of the Invictus division."
Zackary Dyson: "200+ days ain't no joke..."
Sir Figgles: "He has destroyed competition so fare, becoming the undisputed king of the Invictus division."
Zackary Dyson: "200+ days ain't no joke..."
The scene opens backstage in the hallway. Neil Newman is in the push up position. He gets himself warmed up by doing one, two, three, four, and on and on he goes until he reaches the tenth push up. Resting his chest on the floor for a few seconds, he starts his second round of push ups, when he gets to number five, Kyle Butler casually strolls into the scene. He takes a seat on the floor watching his best friend reach his tenth push up. Done for the time being, Neil remains chest first on the floor. Looking to his right he notices Kyle. The Alabama native waves back at him.
Kyle Butler:
Got the frustration out your system bud?
Neil Newman:
I have no idea what you are talkling about.
Kyle Butler:
Tweeting Shut Up to Athena was kinda funny, dude.
Kyle Butler clears his throat.
Kyle Butler: (in his best Neil Newman serious voice impression)
SHUT. UP. JESUS...
Neil rolls his eyes as Kyle can’t contain his laughter.
Neil Newman:
Relax. I’m fine. I’m just glad we don’t work with her in HKW. Now I understand why none of them can stand her. Just another delusional wrestler. Claiming she runs Underground. Pfft! I don’t see any evidence of that. Sure, they were tag team champions for a cup of coffee. No notable accomplishment over there. What the heck is a Janus Dynasty anyway?”
Neil restarts another set up ten push ups. Kyle shrugs his shoulders.
Kyle Butler:
Don’t let Athena get you riled up. Maybe that is her game plan, to rile up their opponents so The Janus Dynasty can try to steal a victory from us. I don’t know. I can’t care. We did what needed to be done a few days ago. Tonight we keep the momentum up. This tournament is ours for the taking. They can be a Dynasty or a Committee or The Justice League Bay Bay. Wooooooooooooooo! They all can be lined up. Why Neil?
Neil completes his third step of ten push ups. Rolling over on his stomach, he sits up. Kyle picks himself off the floor. He grabs Neil’s hand. Pulling the Boston native up, Neils slaps Kyle on the chest.
Neil Newman:
Because... we are THE ONLY ERA THAT MATTERS.
Kyle smirks.
Kyle Butler:
A-men!
Neil raises an eyebrow.
Neil Newman:
Wait. No ROLL TIDE?
Kyle shakes his head.
Kyle Butler:
Can’t be predictable all the time.
The Golden Era fist bumps each other. Then they walk off camera as the scene fades.
Tag Team Tournament Match
Group A
The Daughter Of Janus VS Golden Era
After the precious win against South Texas Deathride this past wednesday, Golden Era had the chance to close the games for group A and seal their spot in the final match at The Way Of The Dragon ppv in December. To do that, they had to go through the Daughter Of Janus, the decorated tag team of Minerva and Athena who certainly didn’t come to China to be stepping stones for Butler and Newman. And it was the latter who started things off against the eccentric Minerva who, first thing first, asked her opponent if he loved her lantern. Newman raised an eyebrow and bursted out laughing, swinging a right hook that might as well have decapitated Minnie if she wasn’t quick to duck it. Minerva immediately wrapped her arms around his waist and pushed him against the ropes, trying to surprise him with an O’Connor Roll, even arching her back and bridging backwards, but Newman kicked out nonetheless. Janus’ speed was giving the Golden Era member more than an headache. Unable to catch her, he often found himself flat on his back courtesy of moves like a reverse hurricanrana or a flowing snap ddt; in both cases Newman was ready to kick out in time. Minnie made the tag, working together with her sister with sending Newman against the ropes and hitting him with simultaneous kicks to the stomach, doubling him over and dropping him on his head with a double DDT. moving extremely quickly, they managed to land one more combined move, a moonsault from Minerva and a somersault legdrop from her sister. Athena then hooked the leg, vehemently protesting with the referee when he said that Newman kicked out in two. Neil pulled himself up, trying to capitalize on the opponent’s distraction to reach his partner and make the tag, but Athena was right back on him with a kick to the stomach, to which she tried to follow with a jumping DDT, countered with a pop up uppercut. Finally he could reach his partner and make the tag to Butler who entered the ring screaming “ROOOOLLLL TIDE”. First thing first, he grabbed Athen by her leg and pulled her back in the center of the ring, dragging her back to her feet and used her as a punching bag, hitting a series of quick jabs and ending the sequence with an uppercut. Despite the tag, things took a bad turn for the Daughters when The Golden Era managed to isolate Minerva in their corner, keeping the pressure on with quick tags and combined moves such as the argentine rack/neckbreaker combination, but the two sisters always remained in the match either because of Athena prompt intervention or Minnie’s in ring presence when she put her foot on the bottom rope after Newman’s brainbuster. In between them, Minerva almost stole the win with a sudden sunset flip powerbomb out of nowhere, only obtaining a near fall. Newman was now trying to choke her, pushing his knee against her back as she was resting neck first against the middle rope. An obviously illegal move that the referee interrupted after counting up to four, pushing Neil back. A couple of seconds, that’s all it took Athena to take her sister’s place with the most classic trick. Unaware of what happened, Newman picked her up and went for a big right hand, ducked by Athena who quickly rolled him into a pinning predicament, even using the ropes for more leverage. Newman still managed to get up to his feet, realizing what had happened and trying to inform the referee. A superkick right to the mush stopped him and allowed Athena to pick up another two count. She was starting to get frustrated, more so knowing that the time limit was quickly approaching. And less than a minute later, the bell rang. WINNER: Draw BY: Time Limit, 15:00 |
Zackary Dyson: "A wasted opportunity for Golden Era or a point earned?"
Sir Figgles: "They have nothing to regret, they did everything in their power, but it wasn't enough to five them that win they were looking for."
Zackary Dyson: "They have one foot in the final though, leaving the Daughters with no chance but to win against South Texas, and to it in less than 12:51"
Sir Figgles: "They have nothing to regret, they did everything in their power, but it wasn't enough to five them that win they were looking for."
Zackary Dyson: "They have one foot in the final though, leaving the Daughters with no chance but to win against South Texas, and to it in less than 12:51"
The familiar opening chords of “Ca in July” blasts through the speakers, a sense of excitement surging over the Jiangsu fanbase as the reigning and defending Heath Williams Champion, Kelsey Spencer, bursts out from behind the curtain. Already dressed in her gear and ready to compete, with the prize she’d won several weeks ago strapped firmly around her waist, she marches to the ring and slides under the bottom rope before pushing herself to her feet. In one motion, she unbuckles the title belt and holds it high to the roaring approval of the crowd as her theme music dies down. She’s promptly handed a microphone by one of the ring crew as she sits the championship on her shoulder.
Her eyes light up as they wander across the sea of people before her. Her smile grows as she brings the microphone to her mouth, a content sigh audible before she begins to speak.
Kelsey Spencer:
Wow… You know, it amazes me every time I come out here. The reaction from you guys always blows me away. It’s been an honor for me to be able to come over here and perform for you guys. Not only that, but to immerse myself in your culture and learn your traditions… And the food! My gosh, authentic Chinese food is incredible!
She has to catch herself from almost salivating on the mic.
Kelsey Spencer:
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for always supporting me and believing in me.
The fans cheer as Spencer graciously bows her head in appreciation.
Kelsey Spencer:
Okay! Enough of this sappy stuff, it’s time for us to get down to business!
She firmly grips the strap of the title belt with her hand.
Kelsey Spencer:
This past week, I took to social media and expressed my desire to defend this championship against any and all challengers! I want this championship to represent inclusion. Opportunity. I want it to represent the top level of wrestling you guys expect and deserve. I hinted at the possibility of issuing an open challenge, and well… That’s actually the reason why I’m out here. I wanna issue an open challenge to anyone on Riot, on Millennium, anywhere! If you want--
“Start a Revolution” cuts Kelsey off, and the entire ensemble that makes up the The Revolution appear, including Pinhead, who was noticeably absent on the recent edition of Millennium.
Zackary Dyson:
Well, that explains why Pinhead wasn’t on the recent Millennium! Because he’s here in Jiangsu with his teammates!
Sir Figgles:
That is one really big man.
Zackary Dyson:
Yeah, Pinhead’s huge! Seven-foot-tall, nearly four hundred pounds!
Sir Figgles:
Oh, I wasn’t talking about Pinhead. I’m just currently reading the latest issue of Sports and Fitness. But yeah, Pinhead’s pretty big too.
As The Revolution walk down towards the ring, Kelsey rolls her eyes, and leans against the ropes. The music cuts, and Heath raises a mic to his lips upon reaching the end of the ramp.
Heath Williams:
Open challenge, huh? How dare you. HOW. DARE. YOU. Why on God's green Earth would you ever issue an open challenge with that title on the line?! Who knows what scummy hometown hero’s gonna come on out and accept, knowing full well that they aren’t worth the opportunity.
Kelsey raises an eyebrow and looks out at the crowd, who are loudly expressing their displeasure at that last remark. The negative reaction reduces to a smattering of remaining boos as Kelsey responds.
Kelsey Spencer:
What are you guys doing out here? If you wanted front row seats to the show, you shoulda brought a ticket like everyone else.
Heath Williams:
Tickets? We’re not just some commonfolk, Kelsey. We are The Revolution. We are the MVP’s of this company, even ask van Beek. There’s nobody in MWE that’s more mustsee than the four of us. We’re here because we have a right to be. And more importantly, we’re here because I have a right to rematch for that title you have so hopelessly fallen in love with. But hey, who could blame you? My face is on the centreplate after all.
Kelsey glances at the title on her shoulder, and the disembodied head of Heath Williams that makes up the belt’s emblem. She chuckles to herself, shaking her head as she steps off the ropes.
Kelsey Spencer:
If you ask me, you’re in denial. It’s time that you wake up from your delusions and realise the reality of the situation. We had a match at the pay-per-view, you lost. We had a rematch last week, and you lost in like… three seconds.
She shrugs, a half smirk appearing on her face.
Kelsey Spencer:
Let’s face it. Maybe… Maybe you’re just not good enough to be the Heath Williams Champion again?
Heath’s eye twitches, a sign of a nearby meltdown waiting to happen.
Heath Williams:
IT WAS ELEVEN SECONDS YOU UNEDUCATED MORON!
Kelsey lets out a cheeky, amused laugh as Heath regains his composure, taking in deep breaths.
Heath Williams:
But yes… you’re right… last week, I did lose to you. But only based on a technicality. See, if it wasn’t for that idiot timekeeper dropping the belt and showing it the utmost disrespect, that title would be on my shoulder right now. But it’s okay… because I have an insurance policy.
The Manic hands Heath a scroll of sorts, and he rolls it out, letting it drop to the floor below.
Heath Williams:
Before I debuted that Championship, I took the liberty of having this extremely long, well-detailed contract on the rules of that title. And amongst all of these words typed across it, words that you’d be too intellectually deprived to be able to understand… is a statement. A statement that hereby… states, that the deity that Championship is named after, me obviously, is not limited to any type of cap on title shots. Therefore, I am legally allowed to claim rematches for that championship, whenever I so please. Now, I didn’t think it’d ever come to this, but I’m glad I was that much of a genius to have used the foresight on potential situations such as this.
Kelsey doesn’t look amused. She takes a moment, taking the title off her shoulder and holding it by her side.
Kelsey Spencer:
All right, fine. I’m not one to run away from a fight. If you want a title match, let’s go right now.
She passes the microphone and the championship to the ringside attendant.
Heath Williams:
Kelsey, if there’s one thing I admire about you… it’s your naivety.
Heath drops the mic, and enters the ring, as The Revolution take place in his corner.
Heath Williams Championship Match
Kelsey Spencer (c) VS Heath WilliamsWe come back from commercial, and immediately the bell rings, Heath and Kelsey both ready to dish out the assault. Kelsey attempts a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Heath has different ideas, irish whipping her towards the ropes behind him. She bounces off of them, and Heath charges, but with the use of foresight, Kelsey leaps over his head. As she lands, she swiftly sweeps a leg underneath Heath’s feet, however without even looking, Heath predicts the move and evades by quickly jumping up. Still failing to look, Heath extends his own leg out, knocking Kelsey in the cheek. She uses this as momentum however, allowing the kick to force her into rolling backwards. She rises to her feet right in front of the ropes, and bounces off of them. Heath spins heel just in time to avoid a drop kick, slapping Kelsey’s legs out of the way. She lands on her feet, and walks right into a stern knife-edged chop. “WOO!” the crowd shouts. Heath does it again, and the fans react accordingly. Kelsey then fires a sudden chop of her own, and the fans are even more vocal. The two go back and forth, backhanding one another, time and time again. As Kelsey tries another chop, Heath grabs her wrist and pulls her in, nailing a fast fireman’s carry suplex. He goes for the cover, but barely gets the two count. Already frustrated, he pulls her back to his feet and fires a few lefts and rights. She manages to snap out of her daze, and fires back with several hard-hitting gut punches. She continues the onslaught of punches, pushing Heath right back into the corner of the ring, his back slamming the turnbuckles hard. She does a few more punches, this time to the face, then attempts a Shining Wizard. Heath lifts a hand however, and catches the knee, then props Kelsey up in a seated position on his shoulders, and falls backwards with an Alley Oop Bomb. Kelsey’s face goes slamming right into the top turnbuckle. Dazed, she turns around, resting in the corner, stars floating around her head, or at least in her mind. Heath, wasting no time, gets to his feet and rushes towards the ropes, twisting, bouncing off them, and using that momentum to deliver a nasty Helluva Kick, that sends Kelsey halfway over the top rope. Kelsey hangs over the top rope, barely holding on. And that’s when it becomes visible… a deep gash across the top of her eye. Blood runs up her forehead and paints parts of her blue hair red. Her eyes are blinking profusely as she tries to rediscover reality. Heath admires his handiwork, thought the way Kelsey’s angled, there’s no way he, nor the Official can see the full extent of the kick’s damage. He pulls her down against the canvas into a pin. The Official starts the count, and almost makes it to three, until out of complete and total instinct, and instinct alone, Kelsey reaches out and wraps her fingers around the bottom rope. Heath can’t believe it, he’s in total denial, arguing with the Referee. The argument is brought to a halt however, as for the first time, the Official has finally taken notice of Kelsey’s wound. Heath is pushed aside, and Kelsey’s checked on. The Ref asks her if she’s able to continue, and even if it isn’t the best decision, Kelsey claims wholeheartedly that she’s okay. As soon as Heath hears the words, he’s back in there, kicking away at Kelsey’s face and abdomen. Williams takes a break from his aggressive assault to bask in the boos of the Jiangsu fans. He postures for a moment, turning his back to Spencer as he raises his arms and throws his head back. This only proves to upset the fans even more. In a quick motion, he turns back around and delivers a vicious boot to the side of Spencer’s head, causing the referee to physically restrain him and move him to the other side of the ring. The official returns to Spencer to check on her. She’s dazed, confused and looking as if she’s struggling to remain conscious. “Call it, ref!” The angry words of the seething Williams ring through the arena. “Stop the match and give me back my title! Or I swear to God, I’ll kick the bitch’s head off!” The official takes a look at the scene - a disoriented Spencer with blood running down the side of her face - and decides it’s time to make a tough call. He moves to call for the bell to forfeit the match on Spencer’s behalf, but before he can wave his arm to the timekeeper, Kelsey’s hand grips it tightly. She shakes her head, begging him not to stop the match. The reaction from the crowd is mixed; some cheering her display of courage, while others are worried for the well-being of one of their favourites. One thing’s for certain, Heath Williams doesn’t share either emotion. He mutters an expletive that can’t be broadcast to the viewing audience and storms across the ring, shoving the referee to grab a hold of Spencer’s head and neck. He roughly yanks her to her feet. But his blind rage proves to cost him at a vital point, as Spencer rears her head back and smacks him with a headbutt right to the bridge of the nose. It’s enough to cause Williams to let go and stumble back, clasping his face with both hands. Perhaps running on nothing more than adrenaline, Kelsey Spencer bursts out of the gate with high energy. She takes off across the ring, rebounding off the ropes and taking Williams off his feet with a big clothesline. Stunned, Williams springs back up to his feet, only to be taken down by a second clothesline from Spencer rebounding off the opposite side of the ring. Heath’s slower to get to his feet this time, as Kelsey shakes her head to try and collect her thoughts. Once her opponent’s standing, she snakes behind him, hooks her arms around his waist and, through an impressive display of strength, heaves him up over her head with a German suplex. Fans roar with excitement at the explosion of energy. Williams retreats to the nearest corner, stumbling back to a vertical base. He takes a look at Spencer, who’s waiting across the ring, and charges at her for a big boot. Spencer ducks under and around, and as Williams turns, he’s floored by the smack of a superkick to his chin. Spencer scrambles into a cover, but Williams powers out at two. An exhausted champion kneels by her foe, wiping the blood from her brow with the back of her hand. She looks around at the fans and raises a single finger high above her head, signalling for her ultimate move, the Deprivation DDT. She pulls him to his feet, and gets him in position, but right before she’s about to hit the attack, The Mutt jumps up onto the apron and starts barking loudly. The bizarre sound of the dog/human hybrid catches Kelsey’s attention. She lets Heath go, and turns around, her face questioning the situation. She and the Official both go over, and the Official warns The Mutt to stop, but it refuses. This gives Heath enough time to recover, and as he gets to his knees, The Manic slides something across the ring from underneath the bottom rope. As he picks it up, it’s revealed as a shiny pair of brass knucks, newly bought, so they’re as sharp as they can possibly be. He slips them on his right hand, and slowly stalks Kelsey from behind. He raises his fist, ready to nail her in the back of the skull, but the Ref turns his head at just the right time. He shouts at Heath to put the knucks away, and this catches Kelsey’s attention. She turns around, and for a split second it appears as if Heath’s going to take off the knucks, but instead he shrugs his shoulder with a smug smirk and clocks his foe straight across the chin, knocking her flat. The Official immediately calls for the bell to be rung. WINNER: Kelsey Spencer (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Illegale interferce, 10:03 |
Heath backs into the corner, the bell still ringing thanks to the DQ finish. His eyes are bulging, a man possessed. Kelsey lies at the opposite side of the ring, still hurting as a result of the attack with the brass knucks. She cradles herself, resting her bloodied head against the bottom turnbuckle pad, wincing. Heath steps forward, and for a moment it appears as if he’s about to attack, until he exits the ring and staggers over to the timekeeper’s area. He grabs the Heath Williams Championship, and hands it to The Manic, before reaching underneath the ring and taking out a trash can. He gives that to Pinhead, and then fishes under the ring once more.
This time he pulls out the notorious Warhammer, a sledgehammer with shards of glass sticking out of it, the ultimate weapon given to him by Cera many moons ago. He instructs his cohorts to put the things he gave them in the ring, and they do just that, as he takes a microphone. He re-enters the ring, Kelsey still defenceless in the corner. Pinhead sets the trash can upright in the ring’s centre, and The Manic places the title belt flat across the floor. Before Heath takes to the mic, he orders The Mutt to scurry off and retrieve something.
Heath Williams:
You wanna know something?! When I debuted the Heath Williams Championship, it was supposed to be a gift… not just for myself, but for all of you as well. It was supposed to be a gift for the entire world! It was meant to be an illustrious prize that would overtake even that of the worlds richest championships in terms of value and prestige. It was the perfect championship, built for the perfect wrestler, and it was supposed to live long after I was gone, for the next generation to compete for, that only the worthiest of the worthy would claim the honor of holding.
Heath paces forward, leaning towards Kelsey with gritted teeth, his forehead wrinkling as his eyebrows curl into a frown.
Heath Williams:
But then it fell into the clutches of a stupid little nobody. And then last week, I realized something… this belt, was never a gift, no, it was always going to be a god forsaken curse. Because the moment you won this championship, Kelsey, is the moment it fell into disgrace. All of these other little nobodies around the world were given a false sense of hope, that perhaps someday they could hold such a rich prize. You started this… revolution, of people who aren’t worth a goddamn cent, believing that they can ultimately turn their woes into some sort of miracle. But I’m here to remind everyone that life isn’t that fair.
He turns back to the title that lays on the canvas, the Warhammer propped up on his shoulder.
Heath Williams:
No, life… is a stone cold, rotten bitch. For people like all of you, anyway. For people like Kelsey Spencer, and all of the other parasites out there, clutching onto dreams that could never come true. There is only one person on this planet that is worth the honor of being the Heath Williams Champion… and that is, Heath Williams. And that’s why this is about… to happen…
Heath hands the mic to The Manic, and sets his eyes on the Heath Williams Championship, and the Heath Williams Championship only. He raises the Warhammer above his head, and then allows it to drop through the air, using all of his strength to smash the centreplate of the title. He does it again, and again, and again, as Kelsey clenches her eyes shut, all the while begging Heath to stop. He finally listens, taking heavy breaths. The Mutt comes races back down the ramp on all fours, a gasoline canister held by the handle in between its teeth. It slides in, and Kelsey watches on in distress, a fair idea of what’s about to happen.
Heath picks up the championship and reveals its broken remains to the camera. An array of cracks are spread across the centreplate, going in all different directions. He walks the Heath Williams Championship over to the trash can and drops it inside, before taking the gasoline canister from The Mutt’s clenched jaw. His eyes are wild and untamed, as he pours gasoline all throughout the trash can, tossing the canister aside once it’s empty and has fulfilled its job. He gets handed a box of matches from Pinhead, and takes one out, striking it against the side of the box and creating a small, dainty orange flame. He gets ready to drop the match inside the trash can, and Kelsey springs to her feet, rushing forward in an attempt to stop him. However, with one powerful hand, Pinhead shoves her, sending her flying through the air and back into the corner she started in. She rubs her hands through her hair, breathing very heavily, almost hyperventilating, watching on in horror.
Finally, Heath drops the lit match inside the trash can, and within a split second, what was once a tiny flame, comes soaring back to life, reincarnated as an incinerating inferno. Kelsey loses all hope at retrieving the title from the trash can, as the flames crackle and scream, reflecting from Heath’s eyes, and painting his face a light orange. He stares into the fire with a sadistic grin, then extends his hand out to The Manic, who places the microphone firmly against his palm.
Heath Williams:
From this day forward, the Heath Williams Championship no longer exists as a belt.
He leans his head into the smoke, inhaling a small amount, and breathing it into the air.
Heath Williams:
I am now the physical form of the Heath Williams Championship… I am the Heath Williams Championship personified… ALWAYS... AND... FOREVER!
He turns back to Kelsey, who stares daggers at him.
Heath Williams:
Oh, and don’t think for one goddamn second that I’ve forgotten about you. Because you see, this little thing we’ve got going on, it ends tonight. That’s right, Spencer. I’m breaking up with you.
He takes a knee, and tilts his head, so that he’s at level height with Spencer who’s seated in the corner. Kelsey appears as if she wants to spit in Heath’s direction, but refrains herself, as that would be stooping to The Revolution’s level.
Heath Williams:
Oh come on, don’t be so mad, Kels. All good things come to an end. Not to mention, I’m doing a nice thing here by warning you. I’m warning you, that in a few seconds, Pinhead here… well, he’s going to pick you up and toss you around the ring for a while like a raggedy Anne. Then, The Manic? She’s gonna spew so much green mist into your eyes that you’re gonna be declared legally blind. And after that, The Mutt’s gonna chomp on your ankle, and leave teeth marks so deep you’ll need stitches for your stitches. And to finish things off; the main event so to speak… I’m going to bury your head so deep into this canvas that the production crew are gonna have to use the jaws of life to get you out.
Heath stands up straight and smiles.
Heath Williams:
Look, I know you haven’t quite had the time to prepare yourself… but like I said before… life’s a stone cold, rotten-
As if to cut him off, Seth Iser comes sprinting towards the ring, to a huge pop from the Chinese crowd. The reaction spells surprise across Seth’s face, but that doesn’t stop him from continuing to the ring. The moment he branishes a lead pipe from his suit jacket, The Revolution flee, including a reluctant Pinhead, who appeared more than eager for a fight against the veteran. Pinhead even is able to start to walk toward the ring but the moment Seth swings the pipe on the ropes to chase him off fully, that’s enough of an indicator to get the idea to retreating. The international fans get a look at Seth who now is demanding a microphone and nobody is going to refuse him that request. He does take a moment to address the audience that surprisingly cheered his actions this evening.
Seth Iser:
谢谢(Thank you)
The broken Chinese spoken by Seth does warrant a cheap reception of cheers as he clearly wasn’t expecting that before he just turns toward The Revolution with all the zeal that a pissed off father figure looks to have.
Seth Iser:
You want to talk about life, Heath? How things aren’t fair? How we end up paying taxes and at the end of the day you just want to say the infamous words my own old man said: ‘Life sucks and then you die.’ Because you’re right. There are some things that aren’t going to be fair. Never has been, never will be.
There’s an odd calmness to his voice even though it is clear he’s seething angry. He’s just standing still and he just glances at Kelsey for a moment to make sure she’s not going to run off and attack everyone. She stands by his side, nursing the back of her head with one hand and her ribs with the other. While headstrong, she’s got enough sense in this state to know how foolish running after any of The Revolution would be. She’s content letting Iser continue to speak.
Seth Iser:
But the moment you decided to destroy a championship you made...fair or not, they’re going to judge you. There’s little coming back from such a vain and short sighted act. When the historians and respected veterans like yours truly go to write your epitaph for your professional wrestling career the moment it all ends...this is going to be something so many people point to as your legacy. Does that seem fair to you?
That question pierces through for a moment as Seth asks it.
Seth Iser:
When the time is gone...and we’re all dead and buried, we’ll have nothing left but our legacies. The things we have on tape, and the things wrote about us in the books. Word of mouth is quite the powerful thing...in that it could’ve turned a historical figure like Napoleon into the ultimate, intimidating military figure...but because he made the wrong decision at the wrong time, he’s more regarded as a short joke to the uninformed populace at large. It works that way in wrestling too as you know…
He puts the pipe down finally from his non microphone brandishing hand now that it’s obvious they aren’t going to make a move on them in the ring and they’re just listening to what he’s saying.
Seth Iser:
Heath, listen close. You’re probably thinking I’m spouting bullshit right now but how many people in the present day talk about your past accomplishments now?
There’s a gasp from the crowd as Seth asks another probing, piercing question.
Seth Iser:
How many people remember the mountain of crap you put yourself through to win world championship glory years ago? It feels like a fainting memory at best doesn’t it...especially as the spokes on the wheel keep spinning on writing their history. And we all know how damning recency bias can be on a legacy sometimes. The last memory being what they remember more than the career sometimes. But even above the drugs already casting that shadow on you in the past...congratulations, you took the pen out of your hands and allowed someone else to write the ending to your book, your legacy, the moment you put flames to that championship you CLAIMED meant everything.
An almost peaceful look from the veteran wrestler even if his eyes are screaming bloody murder on the inside as he palms the microphone tightly.
Seth Iser:
It doesn’t seem fair does it?
He lets out a laugh but it’s not because he’s amused. He’s infuriated.
Seth Iser:
But you remember what I said earlier, correct? A reminder of why I’m one of the most diabolical human beings that has ever played our game. You already had a slight taste of that in Morgantown years ago. And it was damned foolish of you to try to take advantage of someone of Kelsey’s caliber and throw that tantrum with the title to disrespect us all...especially knowing whose family she’s in.
A cheer as Seth has publicly acknowledged Kelsey as part of his family even if they aren’t related by blood. And, despite the pain she’s in, Kelsey can’t help but show a genuine grin.
Seth Iser:
That foolish mistake? You just made an enemy out of me.
A gasp from the crowd as those words are spoken and Seth’s sneer has taken over him as he leans over the ropes.
Seth Iser:
You don’t want someone like me as your enemy, Heath. It’s the type of thing that’s tainted, ruined, and even ended certain people’s careers because they found the right chord to piss me off with. And that pen that you relinquished? You’re gonna wish it was in Kelsey’s hands. She’s honorable. She has mercy. She’s a good human being in a world of scum bags, the ultimate rarity. Me?
And then that killer look on his face.
Seth Iser:
I am what you try to pretend to be, fallen hero: the real villain. And if you want to fight, ‘champion’, guess what? Look no further. Because your next match? I will fight you in this squared circle with every bit of vile and venom that has EVER run through my veins!
There’s more animation in his voice as he does yell that last line.
Seth Iser:
And when it is said and done, Heath...you’ll whitewash your talent for the last time because these people won’t even remember you for the tantrum you threw today. You’d be something far worse: just a mere statistic of people who came out far worse all because they came off in the wrong end of a confrontation with me. And considering your given ability and what you HAVE done? That turns your legacy into another ending chapter tragedy I’ve written in my life. And that, truly is what isn’t fair.
That’s his closing speech and Seth drops the microphone and you hear that sound it makes when it hits the canvas grate on people’s ears for that second before he re-arms himself with the pipe almost daring members of the group to try him. Pinhead steps forward, the pipe no longer considered an obstacle for him, he’s ready to dish out just as much as he’s served. Heath places a hand on his chest however, and orders him to step down, a grin spreading across his mug.
Heath Williams:
You want a fight, old timer? You’re up there talking about glory days, when it’s clear you’re just trying to relive yours, and you know for a damn well fact that I’m the only guy around these parts that can give you that sweet dose of Doctor Feelgood adrenaline you’re so desperately after. And you know what, it was Thanksgiving the other day, so I’m feeling generous. I’ll gift you your glory days Iser, next week in Hubei. Just don’t come crying to me when you get your hip broken.
Heath drops the mic as his music plays. The scene fades as Seth checks on Kelsey, who still appears unsettled by the entire situation.
Last One Standing Match
Meg Rydell VS Andrew WilkowAfter last week’s brutal assault, Meg Rydell demanded an unsanctioned match against Andrew Wilkow, the actual perpetrator of the attack commanded by the Riot champion Devin Hearst to send a message to the entire roster. The General Manager Yulia Kirilenko granted her wish only partially, offering a Last One Standing match against The Appalachian Mountain Monster who was now making his way to the ring. Coming out right behind him wielding a steel chair in hand, smashing it across the big man’s back. The unexpected strike dropped Drew on his knees midway on the ramp, Megan quickly moved in front of him and hit him on the head with that same steel chair. She watched him crawling, insulted him as he was slowly reaching the apron, kicking him on the ribs every now and then. She entered the ring, waiting for him to get inside as well and going immediately for the Mega Kick (running single leg dropkick). Wilkow was down but pulled himself up in five. Megan tried to keep the pressure on the opponent, letting out all the frustration and the rage accumulated in this past week spent waiting for this opportunity to get her revenge. She brought in a singapore cane, smacking it on Wilkow’s skull, sitting then on his back and choking him with the cane. Reaching the ropes, Andrew used them to stand up, trying to shake Meg off his back. The youngest Rydell hang on, until Andrew, with a desperate move, ran back against the turnbuckle, squashing her with his bodyweight and forcing her to let him go. He was still recovering, coughing and catching his breath when Megan charged back at him. Instinctively, Drew raised his size 16 boot, and for Rydell it was like running head-first against a wall. Andrew used that time to recover, and when Megan stood back up, he one shotted her with his stone fist, knocking her back down. He didn’t even let the referee start the count, dragging the opponent back to a vertical position and lifting her over his head in a gorilla press, launching her outside the ring. Megan landed at the feet of the barricade, unmoving. The referee started to count, reaching 6 before Meg even started moving, eventually standing up to her feet at nine. The fight moved on the outside, and it seemed like this could favor the former Cloud Gate Champion, especially after she sent the big man head first against the steel steps with a drop toe hold takedown. Using everything at her disposal to make up for the size and strength difference, she pulled out another chair, walking threateningly toward her opponent whose head was still laying on the steps. She had a wicked grin on her face, raising the chair over her head and swinging it down on Wilkow’s skull! The Appalachian Mountain Monster moved at the very last second, the impact against the steps caused Rydell to lose grip on the chair, her arms hurting for the recoil. It was the last of her problems, as the chair landed at Drew’s feet. He picked it up and drove it on her head, cracking her skull open. Rydell was down, bleeding from her head. The count was going, and with every passing second the smile on Andrew’s face grew wider. Only to disappear when, against all odds, Megan managed to get up to her feet. Staggering, dazed. But she was up, showing, if anything, more heart than judgement. The fans were on their feet, applauding her determination as she almost collapsed against the barricade, refusing to give up. The referee considered stopping the match, but Megan was adamant. She didn’t care about the blood loss, she wanted to continue the match, she wanted to win it. In all honesty, nobody believed she could turn things around. Drew was one move away from winning this main event, and that move was the LARIAAAATTT. He was measuring up her opponent, waiting for her to move away from the barricade. There was some commotion between the fans as someone was making his way through them. Towering over the chinese fans with his 7’2, an old acquaintance of the MWE fan was quickly approaching the ring, stepping over the barricade. Wilkow saw the giant figure of Deacon Lewis, one of the few people who have the size advantage on the Appalachian Mountain Monster. A grin appeared on Meg’s face when Lewis hit Wilkow with a devastating big boot. The grin turned into a twisted laugh when the giant easily picked up the steel steps and drove them on Drew’s head. Down on all fours, bleeding profusely from a deep cut on his skull, Wilkow was refusing to go down. Deacon grabbed the steel chair and it looked like he was going to hit the opponent with it. Instead, he placed it a few inches away from his head, holding it there and nodding at Megan who, with her last ounce of strength, charged for another Mega Kick through the chair. Wilkow fell down, and it stayed like that way over the ten count. WINNER: Megan Rydell BY: Last Woman Standing, 18:30 |
The match ended and Megan could barely stand as she demanded a microphone. She screamed out for one until one was finally brought out to her. She immediately begins to let out a laugh before she finally begins to speak.
Megan Rydell:
You thought I didn’t have an ace in my pocket, didn’t you? Well, it looks like you thought wrong. Devin… I just decimated your cronie and here? Here is MY insurance policy. You all know him as Deacon Lewis, and he’s here to prevent what happened to me a week ago.
Megan bends down and grabs the hair of the unconscious Wilkow and lifts his head in the air as she continues on.
Megan Rydell:
This is your future, Hearst. But first, you need to accept my challenge for the Riot Championship. So man up… Or are you too scared? You know what? It doesn’t matter what answer you give because I’m going to make your fucking life a living hell. Not only will I take the Riot Championship from you but I’ll be taking your career as well.
Meg holds the mic out and drops it on Andrew Wilkows head. “Ludens” by Bring Me The Horizon blares over the PA system as Megan kicks Andrew in the gut one more time for good measure. She starts to limp away towards the entrance before the seven footer, Deacon Lewis, picks her up in his arms and carries the exhausted victor.
Megan Rydell:
You thought I didn’t have an ace in my pocket, didn’t you? Well, it looks like you thought wrong. Devin… I just decimated your cronie and here? Here is MY insurance policy. You all know him as Deacon Lewis, and he’s here to prevent what happened to me a week ago.
Megan bends down and grabs the hair of the unconscious Wilkow and lifts his head in the air as she continues on.
Megan Rydell:
This is your future, Hearst. But first, you need to accept my challenge for the Riot Championship. So man up… Or are you too scared? You know what? It doesn’t matter what answer you give because I’m going to make your fucking life a living hell. Not only will I take the Riot Championship from you but I’ll be taking your career as well.
Meg holds the mic out and drops it on Andrew Wilkows head. “Ludens” by Bring Me The Horizon blares over the PA system as Megan kicks Andrew in the gut one more time for good measure. She starts to limp away towards the entrance before the seven footer, Deacon Lewis, picks her up in his arms and carries the exhausted victor.
There's no time tonight for Zack and Figgles' goodbyes to the fans. The appoinment for everyone is for next saturday, where we will see Seth Iser back in action in MWE for the third time.