Post by gvb on Dec 9, 2019 18:46:27 GMT -6
Riot in Hubei
Live from Wuhan Gymnasium, Wuhan
Saturday, December 7th, 2019
There it is, the last episode of Riot before the pay-per-view. The Wuhan Gymansium is filled to capacity, thirteen thousand fans excited for a promising card, as Sir Figgles and Zackary Dyson remind in their usual introduction, following the theme song "Riot" by Three Days Grace and the introduction video.
Zackary Dyson:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm Zack Dyson, here with me is Sir Figgles himself. Figgles, I'm asking you one simple question. What match are you looking forward the most tonight.
Sir Figgles:
There's only one possible answer. One angry giant, a pocket size Singapore psychopath, a woman on a mission against a beer fueled monster, the only two time champion in Riot history and the Dude himself. Can it get any bigger than this?
Zackary Dyson:
Ha! I knew you were going there. For me instead? That's got to be Seth Iser versus Heath Williams. It's not the first time Seth steps in a MWE ring, but I never seen him this angry. Heath is in some big troubles, I'm telling you.
Sir Figgles:
I think the same can be said about Leia LeBeau. She ran her mouth a lot this past week, but Glory Braddock is the kind of woman who does her talk in the ring.
Zackary Dyson:
There's definitely a lot of hype surrounding Glory's debut, but it's not the only one we have in store tonight. Two former NOW employee had joined our ranks, and we'll see them in action tonight. YUKI and Brien Storm.
Sir Figgles:
Storm is a name that should ring a bell in the fans' ears. I'm not familiar with YUKI but I heard good things about her.
Zackary Dyson:
Well, we don't have to wait much to find out what she can bring to the table. Her match is up next.
Everything comes into focus and as it does we are treated to the image of Christina Zdunich with a huge grin on her face. The cameras pan in on her face and she is clad in a hoodie along over her head. Christina smirks as she looks deeply into the lens of the camera.
Christina Zdunich:
What’s going on Riot fan base! I just want to say from the bottom of my heart that it feels great to be a part of this company. I love being here in this company and things seem to be picking up for me. I emerged in my last match with a win but to be honest that’s not how I wanted to win but regardless I still walked away with a win, and for that I am happy.
Christina smirks as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
This week team Chris and Kriss get to team up to fight the likes of Hayley and Echo, and I am going to be absolutely honest. I have been wanting to fight Echo again for a while now. She loves to run her mouth claiming that she is on to better things and that she is done with me. Yet I just want to say that I believe that she is full of shit. Just because you beat me once doesn’t mean you are simply going to just throw me away and go to something else because I am not done with you Echo…
Christina shakes her head with a disgusted expression as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
I still have more reasons to fight you and if I have to go through this tag team match to get my hands on you so be it. I am not going to let you waltz into this company at my expense and beat me just so you could jump to the next big thing. It doesn’t work like that. You will be forced to deal with me. we still have unfinished business and I am not going to rest until I beat the unholy hell out of you. You better make sure you come out and bring it because I am done being everyone’s welcome mat. I am done being booked in matches where people expect me to just roll over so people like you could win and go on to become something. The world doesn’t work like that and it certainly won’t go like that when it comes to me.
Christina smirks as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
The fact is Echo I have a lot that I am fighting for. You might think I am worthless or aren’t worth any of your time but I have been doing this for 14 years. I have been wrestling for nearly half of my life and I am not going to throw everything I have ever done away for some dumb cunt who thinks she is better than me. I just found my rhythm in another promotion. I just won myself a World Championship but part of me wants more. I know I need more, and this time it is going to come at your expense. Anyway bring it Echo you know I will. I won’t rest until I plant you into the ground with my ddt
Zackary Dyson:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm Zack Dyson, here with me is Sir Figgles himself. Figgles, I'm asking you one simple question. What match are you looking forward the most tonight.
Sir Figgles:
There's only one possible answer. One angry giant, a pocket size Singapore psychopath, a woman on a mission against a beer fueled monster, the only two time champion in Riot history and the Dude himself. Can it get any bigger than this?
Zackary Dyson:
Ha! I knew you were going there. For me instead? That's got to be Seth Iser versus Heath Williams. It's not the first time Seth steps in a MWE ring, but I never seen him this angry. Heath is in some big troubles, I'm telling you.
Sir Figgles:
I think the same can be said about Leia LeBeau. She ran her mouth a lot this past week, but Glory Braddock is the kind of woman who does her talk in the ring.
Zackary Dyson:
There's definitely a lot of hype surrounding Glory's debut, but it's not the only one we have in store tonight. Two former NOW employee had joined our ranks, and we'll see them in action tonight. YUKI and Brien Storm.
Sir Figgles:
Storm is a name that should ring a bell in the fans' ears. I'm not familiar with YUKI but I heard good things about her.
Zackary Dyson:
Well, we don't have to wait much to find out what she can bring to the table. Her match is up next.
Everything comes into focus and as it does we are treated to the image of Christina Zdunich with a huge grin on her face. The cameras pan in on her face and she is clad in a hoodie along over her head. Christina smirks as she looks deeply into the lens of the camera.
Christina Zdunich:
What’s going on Riot fan base! I just want to say from the bottom of my heart that it feels great to be a part of this company. I love being here in this company and things seem to be picking up for me. I emerged in my last match with a win but to be honest that’s not how I wanted to win but regardless I still walked away with a win, and for that I am happy.
Christina smirks as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
This week team Chris and Kriss get to team up to fight the likes of Hayley and Echo, and I am going to be absolutely honest. I have been wanting to fight Echo again for a while now. She loves to run her mouth claiming that she is on to better things and that she is done with me. Yet I just want to say that I believe that she is full of shit. Just because you beat me once doesn’t mean you are simply going to just throw me away and go to something else because I am not done with you Echo…
Christina shakes her head with a disgusted expression as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
I still have more reasons to fight you and if I have to go through this tag team match to get my hands on you so be it. I am not going to let you waltz into this company at my expense and beat me just so you could jump to the next big thing. It doesn’t work like that. You will be forced to deal with me. we still have unfinished business and I am not going to rest until I beat the unholy hell out of you. You better make sure you come out and bring it because I am done being everyone’s welcome mat. I am done being booked in matches where people expect me to just roll over so people like you could win and go on to become something. The world doesn’t work like that and it certainly won’t go like that when it comes to me.
Christina smirks as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
The fact is Echo I have a lot that I am fighting for. You might think I am worthless or aren’t worth any of your time but I have been doing this for 14 years. I have been wrestling for nearly half of my life and I am not going to throw everything I have ever done away for some dumb cunt who thinks she is better than me. I just found my rhythm in another promotion. I just won myself a World Championship but part of me wants more. I know I need more, and this time it is going to come at your expense. Anyway bring it Echo you know I will. I won’t rest until I plant you into the ground with my ddt
Singles Match
YUKI VS Deacon NashThe fans in Wuhan had the chance to witness the debut of Yuki, a young and promising Japanese athlete that was starting making a name for herself in NOW, the company recently acquired by MWE after the sudden passing of its owner. The nineteen years old found herself opposed to the resident psychopath, the unhinged Deacon Nash who didn't seem too happy to be coerced by rules he always found too limiting. The match was a fast paced contest from the get going, with the two competitors keeping the fans on the edge of their seats with a series of quick pinning predicaments. Coming off from an unsuccessful crucifix pin, Yuki decided to kick it up a notch and went for a springboard crossbody, countered with a dropkick be Nash. He then picked her up and fired her in the corner, charging in with a back elbow smash. He then proceeded to Stomp the proverbial crap out of her, receiving a stem warning from the referee when he rested her on the ropes and pressed his knee on her back, coming her on the rope. It looked like Deacon was out here tonight to break every single rule in the book, going as far as biting Yuki's face. The unorthodox style was frustrating the referee who was having a hard time trying to keep Deacon on check. But between one threat of a dq and the other, Nash picked up a near fall with a springboard ddt. Deacon reached the nearest corner and removed the top turnbuckle. The ref took the protective pad from his hand and, after another argument with the man from Louisiana, tried to put it back in place. He had to give up on his task to move out of the way and avoid Nash, sent towards the corner by a dropkick from Yuki. Deacon hit the exposed turnbuckle head first, finding himself shoulder on the mat with a quick roll up. Yuki used all her weight to keep the stunned opponent down, according the upset win. WINNER: Yuki BY: Pinfall (Roll-Up), 4:45 |
Voiceover:
Your Favorite Worst Nightmare has arrived.
A familiar voice says over the PA system followed the quick roaring intro of Brianstorm. The crowd almost on instinct rain in with jeers as they know who’s about to make their presence felt.
Brien Storm:
Brien, top marks for not tryin’.
Sure enough as soon as the opening word, his name, is uttered, out waltz Brien Storm in his ring gear and leather biker jacket with a microphone in hand. Wry smile on his face, he stops at the top of the entrance ramp.
Brien Storm:
Thank you for the warm welcome.
Brien’s words draw more jeers and boos, unfortunately that only really fuels Brien and his smile grows as a result.
Brien Storm:
Ladies and Gentlemen of course you already know who I am, that’s obvious. My reputation precedes me after all, and now I’m here on Riot. A show which desperately needed someone like me. A true professional wrestling great. Who can compare to your Favorite Worst Nightmare? Megan Rydell? Shite. Liv Mercer? Also shite. Alan Envy? I’ve beaten him before easy. And what of the Riot Champion, Devin Hearst? Guess what? I’m better than him too.
While still speaking, Brien, makes his way to the ring.
Brien Storm:
And if I didn’t just say your name, well then you’re just not worth the waste of my precious oxygen. In fact the fucker who’s about to make her way down into what’s effective my ring is one of them. I was watching some of her matches and was rolling on the floor. Everyone just watch and learn how Brien Fuckin Storm does it. This’ll be reyt easy.
With that Brien tosses the microphone aside and makes his way into the ring to warm up and wait for his opponent.
Singles Match
Tiny Des VS Brien StormThe Tiny Des that walked inside the ring tonight was the most determined version of her, focused on turning things around and get back on track in her MWE career. A flurry of kicks welcomed Brien Storm in his Riot debut, including a vicious Roundhouse Kick that the former NOW superstar saw passing a inch away from his face. The close call advised him to take a break, but Des had other plans for him, soaring over the top rope and wiping him out with a corkscrew plancha to the outside. The action went back to the ring, and Tiny quickly connected the Destiny Drop (springboard reverse ddt). Storm kicked out in two and half, shaking his head and heading in the corner to rethink his strategy. Grasp all, lose all as they say. Des missed the splash, jumping right into the corner as Brien moved away. The Favorite Worst Nightmare moved behind the opponent’s back and dropped her down with a snap dragon suplex. That one move pretty much changed the course of the whole match. From that moment on, Storm stayed in control, coming real close to the win with a fisherman suplex. Brien slowed down the pace of the match, using his mat wrestling ability to prevent Destiny from exploiting her speed that already proved to be a dangerous weapon in the first part of the match. Sir Figgles noted how his sister should get out of that ankle lock as quick as possible, or tap out before Storm would do too much damage to it. Brien kept twisting that ankle in an excruciating submission, the referee constantly monitoring the situation and asking Figgins if she wanted to tap. The young girl never even considered the option, struggling and eventually reaching the ropes. The chinese fans showed their appreciation for the effort with a huge round of applause, trying to encourage Tiny Des in what was a critical moment of the match. And she tried to channel their energy and support to turn the match back in her favor, even flooring Storm with a superkick. But that move took a lot out of her and her injured leg, and it took her too long to make the cover, allowing Brien to kick out with ease. The two times EIW champion went back to work, wearing down the opponent with stiff shots sealing the deal with the Unforecasted Storm, his trademark Michinoku Driver. WINNER: Brien Storm BY: Pinfall (Unforecasted Storm), 5:33 |
Riot cuts backstage to the studio where an unamused Hayley Halsey is sitting. She’s not exactly happy at the moment considering that she spent last week on the sidelines and that’s of course, without mentioning the fact that her debut didn’t exactly go the way she wanted it to. Still, she’s keeping her poise calm and collective as she begins to express her thoughts.
Hayley Halsey:
Two weeks ago, I finally made it big! It was my moment! It was supposed to be the declaration of my arrival! I was so happy to finally get to a big stage like this considering the two companies I had wrestled for before were small time compared to this. After bouncing back and forth between those two companies and the Indies for so long due to circumstances largely out of my control… two weeks ago was supposed to be my moment of glory! But nooo… certain people had other plans. Don’t get me wrong, I would have beaten Krissy Spencer anyway. I didn’t need that nonsensical interference. I didn’t need to win it by disqualification. To make a long story short, my debut in this company turned out to be a flaming pile of crap and that’s not why I came here. What? Are a couple of bitches going to think that I’m just some naive, happy go lucky rookie that’s just happy to be here? Because the bottom line is… I’m NOT just happy to be here.
I want to take over the world… in that non-evil, non-diabolical sort of way… you know what I mean?
Hayley pauses and scoffs.
Hayley Halsey:
...you probably don’t. Sorry, I think my beauty’s too distracting for you simpletons. Nonetheless… tonight, I get a chance to get a little bit of payback. If it were up to me, I’d be facing Krissy all over again just to show that I WOULD beat her down. I don’t give a crap if she’s a travelling company whore that you can see anywhere and everywhere. Seriously… with how well-traveled she is, you can’t go a day without watching her on television, can’t you? That’s sort of my point… she’s oversaturated herself. She’s lost all sense of uniqueness. I on the other hand? Well, you can only see me here. Besides, if I were in more than one promotion, that’d be far too much hotness to handle for most of you. Back on point though… I’m not getting Krissy one on one am I?
No…
I have to settle for a fucking tag team match.
Hayley narrows her eyes with anger, clearly not amused by this idea.
Hayley Halsey:
I don’t know who this Echo is, nor do I care. Seriously. Why do I have to team up with someone like that? I mean, have you seen her? That hairstyle of hers is GROSS! Is Stevie Wonder her hairstylist or something? She’s good muscle maybe but… other than that, I’m not impressed. I can take on those two bitches on the other side myself if I have to but sure… I’ll reluctantly have the woman that the stereotypical motorcycle biker would bring home to mother as my partner. I’ve suffered my share of nonsense… hell even my own share of heartbreak..
In fact, I was always the girl that was taking said heartbreak.
But now?
I’m the girl that’s dishing it! So when it comes to my opponents, I’m going to say this much. Tonight? I’m not only going to break their hearts. I am going to shatter their pathetic, inflated, egos and I’m going to teach them not to fuck with me because what happened in my debut? That’s not going to fly. I didn’t come here for that. I came here to do what I’m about to do tonight. So ladies… enjoy it while it lasts… because you know what they say… payback’s a bitch!
Hayley stands up and walks out of the studio angry, yet confident for what’s to come tonight. She hears some slight booing from the crowd, but she doesn’t care very much as the scene fades out.
Tag Team Match
Echo & Hayley Helsey VS Christina Lopez-Zdunich & Krissy Spencer
To say that Echo and Hayley weren't on the same page is an understatement. The two kept staring daggers at each other, even more than they did to their opponents who, surprisingly, seemed to be somewhat on the same page. Kristina started the match for her team after a quick chat between the two partners. Things were a bit more complicated in the opposite corner, where the two partners were still arguing on who should start. Christina Rose made the decision for them, sending Halsey out of the ring with a dropkick and taking on Echo, who she felt she had unfinished business with. Showing a rarely seen before (at least in MWE) fire, the former multi time champion surprised the aussie with a flurry if stiff shoot kicks, leaving her stunned while she was preparing for the Flashing Lights, her patented Roundhouse Kick. Echo, who was coming back tonight after the concussion suffered in Beijing, barely dodged the foot aiming right at her temple, stumbling back toward the ropes. Hayley tagged herself in with a hard slap on Echo's shoulder, and the Australian born didn't look too happy with it. With Halsey in, the pace picked up immediately. For a while Christina was able to hold her ground, even scoring a near fall with a reverse hurricanrana. But soon Hayley's speed became too much for her to handle, and the Heartbreaker took control, pinning Christina down with a sunset flip. Rose kicked out in two and quickly got back to her feet, kicking the opponent in the midsection and sending her against the ropes. Hayley came back and planted her on top of her head with a Tornado ddt, requiring Spencer's intervention to break up the pin. Kristina herself had the chance to show her skills two minutes later when Rose connected with a codebreaker and eventually made the tag. At the same time Echo leaned inside the ring to touch her partner's arm and take the tag. With the power advantage clearly on her side the Australian dominated this part of the match, obtaining a near fall on Kristina after a German suplex and one on Rose after a a huge spear. Echo was on fire tonight, looking to impress the fans and bounce back after the loss and the concussion that kept her on the sidelines for two weeks. She lifted Christina upside down for a stalling suplex, strolling around to flex a bit for the fans, who were loving the display of strength. She passed closer to her corner and Hayley tagged herself in, asking to hold her a little longer while she climbed to the top rope. And from there she dove with a crossbody, getting another two count. That was the only time they showed any sort of chemistry, in a series of tense situations, building up to the fatal and inevitable misscommunication. An argument between them gave Kristina enough time to recover and hit Hayley with the heart punch called Hand Of The Wicked, while Rose made sure Echo couldn't intervene with a Roundhouse Kick, this time connecting the Flashing Lights. WINNER: Kristina Spencer & Christina Lopez-Zdunich BY: Pinfall (The Wicked Hand), 9:56 |
Picking up backstage in front of a screen advertising the upcoming Way Of The Dragon spectacular on the 17th of December. Standing next to this screen was none other than resident interviewer and songstress, Camari Hayne, standing there with a microphone in her hands as she was shortly joined by a very special guest.
Camari Hayre:
Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s Showtime here on Riot, and let me introduce you to one of the newest signings to the orange brand, Leia LeBeau!
Attired in her Vegas showgirl outfit and twirling her cane, the six foot stunner strutted into view, towering over the redhead interviewer as she gazed down on her with a sultry look in her eyes, twirling that cane of hers delicately between her fingers. She had a playful grin upon her face, and even looked like she was licking her lips at one stage, making Camari take a step back for a second, quite unsure what to make of it.
Camari Hayre:
Leia, last week you made your grand debut for MWE in a matchup with a much more experienced opponent in Krissy Spencer, getting a controversial victory when it seemed like you were injured. But you seem fine now.
Leia LeBeau:
I had a miraculous recovery, sugar, what else could it be?
With a hand on her heart, she let out a mocking gasp, giggling sweetly to herself as she twirled her cane once more, attired in her skimpy and sparkling outfit which dazzled in the light.
Leia LeBeau:
Isn’t that all part of entertainment, my little red candy cane? The shock, the excitement, the twists and turns that keep the audience on the edge of their seat, wondering what will happen next? Sugar, it’s all entertainment. It’s drama, comedy, thrills and spills. And I am The Show, and I am entertainment.
Camari found herself a little uncomfortable in front of the towering beauty, who had began spinning her index finger through Hayne’s soft curls, with Leia biting her lower lip as she made eyes at Camari.
Camari Hayre:
Erm… What are you doing with my hair?
Leia LeBeau:
Romance is part of the Show too, sweetheart.
She purred seductively, taking the interviewer completely off guard as she blew her a kiss. In a moment though, the look of lust and seduction dropped from her face, being replaced by a smile and a playful giggle, as the Amazonian bumped the interviewer with her hip.
Leia LeBeau:
Don’t you worry your little sweet self, I’m just very envious of these delicious curls.
Camari composed herself, taking in a breath, quite unsure to Leia’s overly dramatic switches.
Camari Hayre:
Tonight you are facing a much more decorated athlete in Glory Braddock, a woman who has amassed Fourteen World Titles across her career, and doesn’t look like stopping any time soon. What are your thoughts coming up against some a celebrated veteran.
Leia LeBeau:
Yes, yes. She’s simply dripping with gold, isn’t she, sugar? I mean, she’s accomplished so much since coming over here twenty or thirty years ago. I’m sure so many will accomplish as much as she has if they linger around long enough. And all she seems to think about is getting her arm raised and another shiny belt to keep her pants up. I suppose you wrestling purists all adore her for it?
Leia put her cane down as Camari held the microphone, and LeBeau stunned her, lifting her neverending right leg up and placing it upon the interviewer’s shoulder, while wrapping her arms around her, speaking into the microphone as if she was in an orgasmic state.
Leia LeBeau:
But I prefer pants off rather than pants up, sugar.
Leia dropped her leg, letting go of the stunned interviewer as she let out a joyous giggle, before doing a little spin as she shook it off.
Leia LeBeau:
Oh sugar lump, your face is a picture.
She laughed again, Camari stunned, shocked, maybe a little annoyed and embarrassed, as Leia continued on with the interview, biting her lower lip as she did so.
Leia LeBeau:
That little crumpet has some serious anger issues, threatening to choke The Show, or give me a good tapping. But every Show needs a villain, doesn’t it? And while she clings to a bygone age of “wrasslin’ glory”, I’m bringing in a whole new age of pure entertainment. And all eyes are going to be casting themselves on me, sweet. Because that is why I am here. Her star burnt out, and my star is making everyone in the crowd rise. It’s Showtime, sugar.
Leia winked at Camari, before doing a little turn and kicking her heels, before strutting off out of view, shaking her hips as she did so.
Camari Hayre:
Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s Showtime here on Riot, and let me introduce you to one of the newest signings to the orange brand, Leia LeBeau!
Attired in her Vegas showgirl outfit and twirling her cane, the six foot stunner strutted into view, towering over the redhead interviewer as she gazed down on her with a sultry look in her eyes, twirling that cane of hers delicately between her fingers. She had a playful grin upon her face, and even looked like she was licking her lips at one stage, making Camari take a step back for a second, quite unsure what to make of it.
Camari Hayre:
Leia, last week you made your grand debut for MWE in a matchup with a much more experienced opponent in Krissy Spencer, getting a controversial victory when it seemed like you were injured. But you seem fine now.
Leia LeBeau:
I had a miraculous recovery, sugar, what else could it be?
With a hand on her heart, she let out a mocking gasp, giggling sweetly to herself as she twirled her cane once more, attired in her skimpy and sparkling outfit which dazzled in the light.
Leia LeBeau:
Isn’t that all part of entertainment, my little red candy cane? The shock, the excitement, the twists and turns that keep the audience on the edge of their seat, wondering what will happen next? Sugar, it’s all entertainment. It’s drama, comedy, thrills and spills. And I am The Show, and I am entertainment.
Camari found herself a little uncomfortable in front of the towering beauty, who had began spinning her index finger through Hayne’s soft curls, with Leia biting her lower lip as she made eyes at Camari.
Camari Hayre:
Erm… What are you doing with my hair?
Leia LeBeau:
Romance is part of the Show too, sweetheart.
She purred seductively, taking the interviewer completely off guard as she blew her a kiss. In a moment though, the look of lust and seduction dropped from her face, being replaced by a smile and a playful giggle, as the Amazonian bumped the interviewer with her hip.
Leia LeBeau:
Don’t you worry your little sweet self, I’m just very envious of these delicious curls.
Camari composed herself, taking in a breath, quite unsure to Leia’s overly dramatic switches.
Camari Hayre:
Tonight you are facing a much more decorated athlete in Glory Braddock, a woman who has amassed Fourteen World Titles across her career, and doesn’t look like stopping any time soon. What are your thoughts coming up against some a celebrated veteran.
Leia LeBeau:
Yes, yes. She’s simply dripping with gold, isn’t she, sugar? I mean, she’s accomplished so much since coming over here twenty or thirty years ago. I’m sure so many will accomplish as much as she has if they linger around long enough. And all she seems to think about is getting her arm raised and another shiny belt to keep her pants up. I suppose you wrestling purists all adore her for it?
Leia put her cane down as Camari held the microphone, and LeBeau stunned her, lifting her neverending right leg up and placing it upon the interviewer’s shoulder, while wrapping her arms around her, speaking into the microphone as if she was in an orgasmic state.
Leia LeBeau:
But I prefer pants off rather than pants up, sugar.
Leia dropped her leg, letting go of the stunned interviewer as she let out a joyous giggle, before doing a little spin as she shook it off.
Leia LeBeau:
Oh sugar lump, your face is a picture.
She laughed again, Camari stunned, shocked, maybe a little annoyed and embarrassed, as Leia continued on with the interview, biting her lower lip as she did so.
Leia LeBeau:
That little crumpet has some serious anger issues, threatening to choke The Show, or give me a good tapping. But every Show needs a villain, doesn’t it? And while she clings to a bygone age of “wrasslin’ glory”, I’m bringing in a whole new age of pure entertainment. And all eyes are going to be casting themselves on me, sweet. Because that is why I am here. Her star burnt out, and my star is making everyone in the crowd rise. It’s Showtime, sugar.
Leia winked at Camari, before doing a little turn and kicking her heels, before strutting off out of view, shaking her hips as she did so.
2 on 1 Handicap Match
Qiang Chen & Wu Liuxian VS Chris Constantine Junior
CCJ fought on Riot what really looked like a punishment match against Qiang Chen and a young and athletic Chinese wrestler known as Wu Liuxian. Even the referee wasn't one of the usual Millennium officials, and in all honesty, he didn't seem to be as strict and impartial as he was expected to be, allowing Qiang and Wu to stay together in the ring for way more than the traditional fibre seconds. And the fans were loving it. The two worked like a well oiled machine, using the numbers game and the excessive room the ref left them to their advantage. Chris was surviving, even trying to fight back at one point when he dropped Liuxian on his head with a ddt, only getting a two count. The Chinese powerhouse Qiang took back control for his team with a pumphandle slam, firing him in the corner than and slamming his face on Wu's boot, raised on the top turnbuckle. The tag was made and Chen once again picked up Chris and dropped him on his knee with a backbreaker, holding him in position for the diving leg drop from Liuxian. CCJ was refusing to stay down, despite the bad cut on his forehead suffered when the fight moved on the outside, courtesy of a close encounter with the ring post. A super belly to belly from Chen couldnt put him away, neither a moonsat from Wu could. Bloodied and exhausted, Chris stood up, weak on his knees as he rested against the ropes, catching the shortest of breath before the next assault. Olivia was pleading the ref to stop the match, and considering the shape her husband was in, it wouldn't have been a bad idea. The referee kept saying no and, in front of her insistence, he arbitrarily commanded her to leave the ringside. The decision was welcomed by a round of applause from the fans. In this moment of chaos, Chris took advantage to low blow his opponent, catching the charging Chen with a super kick. The referee now turned his attention to the ring, just in time to see CCJ connection the American Strong Piledriver on Liuxian. He pretty much collapsed onto him and, despite the slowest count the referee was capable of, Wu couldn't kick out in time. WINNER: Chris Constantine Junior BY: Pinfalll (American Strong Piledriver), 7;04 |
A blonde haired beauty steps into full view, standing in front of an MWE logo backdrop. She is wearing full purple wrestling gear. She also sports a confident gaze across her lovely features. This is none other than MWE’s newest signing, Glory Braddock.
Glory Braddock:
Millennium…I was in a Millennium once before, but it was nothing like this...I am impressed.
The British Bombshell nods her head.
Glory Braddock:
Your other brand already met my good friend Sophie O’Brian. She has made waves over on Millennium but me? I’m choosing a different route. Going to Millennium to be with my friend would be way too easy. And I’ve never been one to take the easy route. I enjoy a good challenge. I was brought up to seek out the best competition in order to test myself against the best talent this industry can provide.
She extends her arms out.
Glory Braddock:
I have traveled the world and competed in many promotions all over the world against some of the best talents this business has to offer. That is one of many lessons my father, Glenn Braddock, drilled into my head. He taught me never to rest on my laurels. In my career I have won fourteen world championships. Some may even call me a legend…
The blonde chuckles but shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
I do not consider myself a legend. I am just another grappler looking to constantly prove herself worthy in the sport of kings...or in my case, sport of queens…
She winks at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
...so tonight, from the Wuhan Gymnasium, I make my MWE debut on the Riot Brand against a competitor who just made her absolute debut one week ago; Leia LeBeau.
The British Bombshell sighs as she shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
I haven’t heard much about you, flower...and that really irritates you, doesn’t it...but from what I have heard about you, you are a prime example of what is wrong with this business. You want the spotlight, you want to be a star, you want the glory...no pun intended...but what you fail to realize is all of that is just a secondary prize, a secondary reward of the true goal for professional athletes and that true goal is victory. The thrill of the competition and the knowledge that you have fought the best and beaten the best is what this sport SHOULD be all about.
Braddock points a finger at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
But more and more your kind of ilk are ruining it. That’s fine, though, because people like me are around to fix things. People like me are around to teach people like you a lesson, Leia, and that is what I intend to do here tonight. You are going to get a lesson in what professional wrestling is all about, love, and this will be a very hard and harsh lesson that you will not soon forget. As for everyone else on the Riot Brand, I want you to watch this match very closely, watch what I do to little miss priss Leia, because what I do tonight is what you can all look forward to in your future. Leia, and everyone else on Riot eventually, will all have the same choice....you can tap out or get choked out.
The British Bombshell turns and walks off.
Singles Match
Gloria Braddock VS Leia LeBeauThe highly anticipated debut of the multi Time world champion Glory Braddock was something the whole MWE fanbase was looking forward, and an incredible test for Leia LeBeau on the second match in her career. The Jet City woman entered the ring oozing confidence as usual, asking Glory of she was "Ready for the show". She was, immediately putting the young girl in a tight headlock, from which Leia tried to break free unsuccessfully. It was Braddock who pushed the Showgirl against the ropes, taking her down with a shoulder block. Glory jumped over her and hit the ropes, Leia avoided her comeback with a leapfrog and caught her with a dropkick on the rebound. Her long legs allowed her to control this first part of the match, keeping Braddock at distance with some kicking combinations. Only in one occasion Glory was able to insert herself inside her guard and hit LeBeau with a forearm shot. The second strike missed the target as Leia ducked it and swept her leg, following with a standing somersault legdrop that earned her a near fall. Eventually her initial burst died down, and Braddock's experience prevailed. Slowly, but steadily, she wore Leia down with some submission moves taken from her vast arsenal, such as the Glorify Thy Name (Indian deathlock). Being new to the game, Leia found himself in troubles, unable to find an escape from the move that was causing her this excruciating pain. She tried to drag herself to the nearest ropes, eventually reaching them. Glory immediately let her go, waiting for her to stand up with a smirk on her face. And as soon as she did, she hit her with a kick to the hamstring so hard that Leia flipped over and landed on her back. More stomps reached her on the knee, affecting the Jet City born mobility as well as taking out her most dangerous weapon and her finishing move, the Jet City Jive. Barely standing and favoring the right leg, LeBeau tried to turn the tides with a jumping ddt, but it wasn't enough to keep Glory down. That was her last and closest near fall. One minute later Braddock put an end to the match with her Glorification (Unprettier) winning her first match on Riot. WINNER: Glory Braddock BY: Pinfall (Glorification), 6:44 |
Backstage, and the camera catches up with the team of Emi Yamamoto and Kimmi Keister; the couple have been enjoying a few days in China between their Millennium appearances, but that DQ victory over the Revenants on Wednesday appears to still be weighing on their shoulders.
Kimmi Keister:
How you feeling babe? You gonna be ok after that stupid attack on Wednesday?
Poor Emi, who was on the receiving end of the Death Dealer Elbow Smash that earned them the DQ win, seemed to be recovered for now, but the plaster across her nose played heavily on her mind.
Emi Yamamoto:
I think so Kimmi. My nose stopped bleeding so I should be ok now.
Kimmi Keister:
Good, ‘cause we need to put what happened on Wednesday night behind us, babe, and just, like, focus on tonight. Ok. We’re not through yet, even with that DQ, and I’ve heard, like— Jetpack are supposed to be really good!
Kimmi wraps her arms around her girlfriend’s shoulders, before giving Emi a quick kiss on her busted nose.
Kimmi Keister:
And I know you wanna remain UNDEFEATED too, babe! Ok. Those tag titles are start coming our way soon enough we just need to work really hard. Ok?
Emi nods her head in agreement, and Kimmi smiles down at her girlfriend.
Kimmi Keister:
And we’re gonna show these fans and even those in Portland that we mean business, ok. ‘Cause between me being the TECHNICAL WIZARD, ok. And those huge muscles of yours we’re gonna be, like, a formidable team, ok babe. Me and you as tag champs, can you imagine that?
But before Emi can answer, the show cuts back to ringside for the next match.
Kimmi Keister:
How you feeling babe? You gonna be ok after that stupid attack on Wednesday?
Poor Emi, who was on the receiving end of the Death Dealer Elbow Smash that earned them the DQ win, seemed to be recovered for now, but the plaster across her nose played heavily on her mind.
Emi Yamamoto:
I think so Kimmi. My nose stopped bleeding so I should be ok now.
Kimmi Keister:
Good, ‘cause we need to put what happened on Wednesday night behind us, babe, and just, like, focus on tonight. Ok. We’re not through yet, even with that DQ, and I’ve heard, like— Jetpack are supposed to be really good!
Kimmi wraps her arms around her girlfriend’s shoulders, before giving Emi a quick kiss on her busted nose.
Kimmi Keister:
And I know you wanna remain UNDEFEATED too, babe! Ok. Those tag titles are start coming our way soon enough we just need to work really hard. Ok?
Emi nods her head in agreement, and Kimmi smiles down at her girlfriend.
Kimmi Keister:
And we’re gonna show these fans and even those in Portland that we mean business, ok. ‘Cause between me being the TECHNICAL WIZARD, ok. And those huge muscles of yours we’re gonna be, like, a formidable team, ok babe. Me and you as tag champs, can you imagine that?
But before Emi can answer, the show cuts back to ringside for the next match.
Tag Team Tournament Match
Group C
Group C
Jetpack VS Emi Yamamoto & Kimmi Keister
The first finalist will emerge from this match. Kimmi and Emi found themselves on the lead in group C thanks to their DQ win against The Revenants this past Wednesday, and tonight they could settle for a time limit draw to secure their spot in the fatal 4 way at the next ppv. But Emi made it clear since after the handshake that she was holding nothing back. She might be pocket sized, but Yamamoto could throw some mean rights as Penny quickly found out. The former tag champion was in some difficulty against the Japanese, who now threw her in the corner with all her strength. The impact against the corner caused Kaplan to fall into a seated position, giving Emi the chance to hit her with a cannonball, before giving the tag to her partner. Kimmi tried to keep control, obtaining a near fall after a bulldog but finding Penny ready to kick out in two. Kimmi immediately went for the Essex Cloverleaf (spinning inverted figure four leglock) but the first ever MWE Tag Team Champion eventually managed to reach the nearby ropes and interrupt the submission. Keister grabbed Penny's leg to pull her away from the ropes, and the cake princess caught the chance to connect an enziguri kick and reach her partner in the corner for the tag. A stunned Kimmi crawled toward Emi as well, and the Japanese immediately met Jet with a clothesline. Blanchard pretty much bounced back on his feet immediately with a kip up, hitting Emi with a couple of rapid fire lefts and rights followed by a seated jawbreaker. Yamamoto didn't seem able to keep up with him, Jet was too quick for her. And when she did and tried to build some momentum sending him against the ropes after she caught him with a right uppercut to counter the springboard crossbody, Jet once again surprised her with a Tornado DDT. With a series of quick tags the former champions were trying to isolate the Japanese, who, despite all the punishment she was taking, still managed to kick out from the May We All (Argentine rack/neckbreaker combination) and eventually reach her corner after catching Penny with a spinning side slam. As the minutes passed by, the pressure was all on the winners of the past tournament, who had no other choice but to score the decisive pinfall. Emi, wisely, slowed the pace down with various submission holds keeping the high flyer Jet grounded and letting the clock run, inching closer and closer to that fifteen minutes time limit that would qualify her team for the final. Blanchard was fighting tooth and nails to break free, but every time he appeared to have found an opening, the Technical Wizard switched to a different hold, frustrating his attempts. She had him now in a cross armbreaker, Jet pushing through the pain was trying to reach the bottom rope with his foot. He got this close, the ropes literally being inches away but no contact was made. He then made one last effort to turn the submission una pinning predicament, leaving Kimmi no choice but to let him go in order to kick out. Keister quickly tried to catch him once again but he rolled over and drove to his corner, making the tag to Penny. She jumped into the ring and went at Kimmi with a fourth of kicks The Underground Tapout Champion answered with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker , waiting for PenPen to stand up to try for her Kimmi Kick (scissors kick). Kaplan had it scouted and moved out of the way and quickly jumped at the British wrestler, grapevining her legs around her amm and hooking the other, shifting her bodyweight to take her to the mat with a crucifix pin. Caught off guard, Kimmi kicked out, but a moment too late. And seeing the clock saying that they were 42 seconds away from the time limit only grew her frustration. WINNER: Jetpack BY: Pinfall (crucifix pin), 14:18 |
The scene opens in a dark location, probably an abandoned storage of sort. It's hard to tell more about it, darkness seems to have envelop everything in its cold embrace. Suddenly, a rattling noise can be heard, breaking the silence that, until now, characterized the scene. It's not hard to recognize it as the unmistakable sound of a rattlesnake, especially following the cryptic videos of the past weeks. You know, those things about reptiles... But no slithering beast seems to be involved in this one. A shadow, a human one can be seen moving in the penumbra. A second one follows suit as "Snakebite" by Alice Cooper starts playing.
The two figures seems to be involved in a martial arts showcase, both of them showing an impressive quickness and evasion ability. Such rapid movements that the comparison with a snake doesn't seem too much of a far cry anymore.
It's hard to tell what's actually happening between the two figures, none of them seems to have a clear advantage. Honestly, we can barely say who's doing what, let alone identify them. The only thing we get to know is that, whoever this and the previous message were about is...
"COMING SOON #RIOT"
Tag Team Tournament Match
Group A
Group A
South Texas Deathride VS The Daughters Of Janus
With Golden Era leading group A with four points, the Daughter Of Janus need a win to back up their claims and qualify for the final. Not only, they must defeat the texan duo in less than 13 minutes, 12:51 to be precise. The outspoken Athena was hell-bent on accomplishing this task, attacking Bret James and showing an even more aggressive than usual side. After a striking combination, she sent James into her corner with an Irish who, raising her leg and pressing it against his throat. The referee asked to let him go, which she did fully exploiting the five count. And when the referee turned around to give her the lecture and remind her that she was risking a disqualification, Minerva choked Bret from behind, letting him go just a moment before the striped shirt turned around. There was a tag between the Daughters, Minerva entered the ring and bevan to stomp James to the canvas, tagging her sister back in and, with her, attacking him with the somersault legdrop/moonsault combination, obtaining a near fall. South Texas turned the tides once Jackson entered the ring, using his power to get the best of the twins. Some hard chops landed on Minnie's chest, causing the most eccentric of the twins to clutch in pain. But that was nothing compared to the what she felt a moment later when he lifted her and dropped her down with a falling powerbomb. Thankfully Athena was there to save the match. Jackson unceremoniously tossed her out of the ring after kicking her in the stomach, picking up Inerva once again and dragging her toward his corner. He made the tag to his partner and then whipped Janus against the ropes, lifting her for the Shatter Machine. Bret quickly hooked the leg for the cover but Minerva kicked out in two. Athena and Bret were now battling it out, frustration and perhaps desperation began kicking in as nothing the Daughter of Janus was doing seemed to be enough to keep down the resilient opponent. Not even the Widowmaker, the straighjacket ddt tribute to her wife Zoey Adler was enough to keep the texan down. James almost killed the sisters' dreams with a 450 splash after catching Athena with a codebreaker. Luckily for them, Minerva was paying attention rather than chanting hymns to the lantern and broke the pin. Chaos ensued as Jackson joined the rest of the competitors inside the ring. The sisters were moving so quick, switching positions more than often so that it became objectively hard to tell who was who. Was it Athena or Minerva who connected the Shining Wisdom (shining wizard) that kept James down? And who blocked Jackson preventing him to save the team? We will never know, but The Daughter Of Janus just beat South Texas Deathride. In 13 minutes and 17 seconds. And somewhere Neal Newman and Kyle Butler were laughing. WINNER: The Daughter Of Janus BY: Pinfall (Shining Wisdom), 13:17 |
The confines of backstage often carry the mood of whoever is populating it in front of the all important camera. In the confines of this part of backstage sitting alone is Seth Iser on a steel folding chair. He has already changed into his ring attire, a variation of the usual black and red with the shine of a red knee brace on that troublesome left knee of his and he has all the scars of a man who has endured a lot in the industry. The expression on his face is purposeful, calm even for the moment.
Seth Iser:
Reaching a lofty height is a lonely endeavor in the industry at the end of the day. You sacrifice so much time, some blood, a little vitality that you’ll never get back but you do that, for one motivation or another, to put yourself in position to be in truly rare air in the sport. You can like me or not, and I’ve never given a damn about that...but you almost have to treat someone who walks with that kind of air with just a little bit more respect not because they walk in a holier than thou ground...but because you know people like me are a rare thing in the sport that’s forever going younger and younger with kids who have little to no idea on what the traditions of the sport really are.
There’s a semblance of a smirk etched on his face, not out of arrogance or being amused, but a peak of some of the thoughts that are going on inside his brain.
Seth Iser:
The long flight to China, there’s that long thought of what all of that means. Wrestling is a sport that, even within tag teams, creates a ton of individual thought and identity. It has always been that way. Though when I look through the lens as an old man, that individual thought has created its own form of tribalism among wrestlers. A lot of the same attack lines, a lot of the same reasons why they think they’re going to win. And even among the so called veterans, you have people hiding in their shells when the slightest form of adversity hits. That narrows those in rarified air even further. And on the long flight over here, it hit me.
Seth looks at the camera and he’s maintaining a low tone of voice.
Seth Iser:
I’m all alone in this industry.
He says that with a frown curling on his lips and a slight shake of the head. A calmness still emanating from his tone of voice though.
Seth Iser:
There are so many young bucks who end up shining for a couple of years and then they flame out. The average wrestling career is three years to begin with because of how brutal this lifestyle is. Hell, so many reach the pinnacle of the sport in some ways then just crash down so hard because they aren’t used to the target nor can they handle the success and responsibility that comes with what they’re representing. Even if we have wrestling in common, what is some early 20 something punk often going to have similar from a maturity and interest standpoint to someone almost twice their age physically and probably way beyond that from a mental maturity standpoint?
He asks that question calmly before he continues.
Seth Iser:
So many of these impressionable kids then end up following so many trends...and whether it’s ego or the corrupting effect the industry has...they just end up wanting to be worshipped. Not just wanting to be the best, but to be worshipped for it. Some of us never grow out of being fully naive to the selfish nature of the industry either. And the older I get, the harder it is to fully remember what that feeling can be like and what it entails. Why? Your perspective changes.
A bitter smile creeps onto Seth’s face.
Seth Iser:
But when I heard rumblings that Heath was coming back to the sport there was the slightest bit of hope that maybe...I’d have someone who had also matured into that. Because whether he wants to admit this or not...he and I have quite a bit in common. I know where that damn warhammer comes from. Cera, gods rest her soul, hit me with that damned thing probably more than anyone else. That also meant hardcore brawls. We’ve both been in far too many than either of us would want to admit. Hell, we also have a past history with drugs in common. It was why I was so damned hard on you about that years ago.
The grumpy old man of pro wrestling lets out a dark chuckle of remembrance.
Seth Iser:
Hell, it seems you’ve even been studying my playbook a little finding some of these ways to cheat...but even with all of that in the ring. With all the championships you’ve accomplished...you disappointed me in multiple areas.
Seth shakes his head once more, but there’s far more of that old strength that you’re much more accustomed to seeing.
Seth Iser:
You disappointed anyone who ever wore a championship by creating your own championship and then showing you have more in common with the angry teenager who rage quits in a game than you do a professional the moment you dealt with the slightest bit of adversity. You’ve been a champion before. And nobody knows what it’s like to be a champion more than I have...especially over the last year all over the damn world.
A tilt of the head as he continues to muse over all of this.
Seth Iser:
You disappointed me on a more personal level when you showed without a shadow of a doubt that you never grew up. Instead of hard drugs to kill the pain, you found that your own ego gives you a different kind of high. And now that there’s no instant gratification to inflate your ego and create that high...you’re crashing and lashing out on everything. You never learned the lesson of what recovering from drugs should’ve been. And what could’ve been a positive story...just turns into another chapter of the tragedy you’ve unknowingly wrote for yourself with that pen of yours.
And then there’s that scowl etched on his face.
Seth Iser:
You continue to disappoint me further by not doing your homework. Wrestling’s almost as dangerous as trying to be in power in a kingdom sometimes. Every move you make is to try to secure your legacy, your power, but if you aren’t smart, you end up creating more enemies all because you didn’t look ahead. And you didn’t plan for your list of enemies to grow the way that it did. Nor do you want someone like me as your enemy…yet that isn’t even the thing I’m most disappointed by.
And then he finally stands, the full six foot five frame damn near swallowing up the view.
Seth Iser:
A man who should be smarter and yet thanks to that ego...you have the mental disposition of an entitled silver spooned punk when you’re in your mid thirties. Someone like you and your experience should be considered a peer of mine, not groveling around underneath me because you want people worshipping you when you failed to realize one of the oldest sayings in the book. Someone who dubs themselves a king...has no kingdom. They have no authority. You’ve already abdicated it all to someone else. You’ve given the pen to me to write your next chapter…
The sneer still etched on Seth’s face is even more intimidating as he takes a step forward.
Seth Iser:
You want to be worshipped as royalty or a gift to wrestling. I want to be respected and feared. Two different aims. And I wasn’t calling myself a Deity of Destruction first. That name was given to me because of that respect and fear I’ve conjured up throughout my career. I was called Wrestling’s Greatest Mind. That also came from respect and the fear of what I can do in that ring. So I guess with all that said, there's just one thing you’re probably wondering right now…
Seth just crosses his arms, almost jedi master like though his face isn’t fully stoic. It’s got an underlying anger and intensity to it.
Seth Iser:
What the hell did you sign up for when you agreed to wrestle me before spewing out the same ‘old man’ bile I’ve heard for the last eight years or so. It’s simple: I’m going to teach you a different kind of wrestling lesson tonight. And you’ll feel the little aches and pains of this match for a long time physically. While remembering in your heart of hearts...I hold the pen. I can write the ending of this chapter, even the ending of this book, if I want to. I’ve done it to so many others in my career...hell in my life with some of the things I’ve seen. It might be yet another thing you’ve lost.
And then the smirk of one of the most dangerous rule breakers that the industry’s ever seen is back on but it’s got far more menace.
Seth Iser:
You lost control of your narrative. You lost control of the title you fabricated. You and your Revolution have made you lose control of your ego like most any other despot in the world with those moving goal posts meaning you've lost your way. You lost the pen, I have that. But the last question is...A piece of what’s left or the whole thing, Heath? What do you think I’m going to take tonight?
He asks that last question but rather than give an answer, he leaves with that smirk etched on his face knowing the match that’s going to come and leave everyone wondering what could happen.
“Start a Revolution” by Devilskin plays, and out comes Heath Williams, The Manic and The Mutt in tow. The music is cut early, as Heath lifts a microphone to his mouth, continuing his stride to the ring.
Heath Williams:
Look, Seth, I was just told that we’re on a tight schedule, so I can’t spend too much time responding to all the things you just said. If I could, I would take each and every single one of those words from your big dumb mouth, dissect them, and explain to you exactly why they’re all stupid.
He makes way up the steel steps, walking along the apron.
Heath Williams:
But like I said, we don’t have the time for all that. So instead, I’ll tell you this…
Heath climbs in through the top and middle ropes.
Heath Williams:
Don’t you dare, for one second, act like you know a single goddamn thing about me. Because that, so called “Wrestling Genius” will be. Your. Downfall.
Heath drops the mic, and the two competitors start warming up.
Singles Match
Seth Iser VS Heath WilliamsThe bell rings, and a fiery Seth Iser goes straight for a huge boot to Heath’s face, connecting upon impact. Heath goes down hard, confused, thrown aback by the sudden strike. Luckily for Heath, lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice, at least not this time, as Seth backs into the corner, encouraging Williams to stand back up. Williams uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet, his eyes not quite as confident as they were upon entering. Zackary Dyson: Looks to me that Heath’s been so used to fighting Kelsey Spencer as of late, that having a new opponent has caught the Revolution’s leader off guard! Sir Figgles: He’ll be fine! Heath’s a veteran! He fought in ‘Nam! Zackary Dyson: Um, I don’t think he’s THAT type of veteran, Figgles… Iser, almost out of pity, takes a step forward, and crouches onto one knee. He taps his cheek with a single finger, telling Heath to come at him with a boot of his own. Though wary at first, Heath agrees, bouncing off the ropes, and coming at Iser with his right foot out. However, as Heath’s about to connect, Iser cocks his neck, dodging the attack, before taking Heath by the ankle and yanking the air from beneath his feet. Heath slams back-first on the canvas, and Iser pops up to his feet, wasting no time in coming down on Heath’s right hand with a heavy stomp. Heath sits up a bit with a yelp, clutching his hand, but Iser gives him no time to recover. He grabs Williams by each side of the skull, and grinds his braced left knee straight against his opponents face. The crowd watches as the brace grinds against Heath’s nose, causing it to move into uncomfortable position, after uncomfortable position. The Official asks him to stop, but the Wrestling Genius informs the ref he’s aware of the rules gesturing to him that he has til five, breaking the pattern with one quick knee to the skull before repeating it to restart the ref’s count. Iser repeats this pattern for a short period of time, making sure he’s done before the five count. He begins to shove Heath’s head backwards, until it hits the canvas. After doing this, he quickly rises, then comes down with a knee drop, aimed straight for Heath’s beak. Heath however, sees this coming in the knick of time, moving out of the way a smidge, so that Iser’s knee hits the mat. Immediately, Heath reaches out and slips three fingers into the forest-like beard planted on Iser’s chin, and pulls him forward, jabbing him in the left eye with his free hand. Iser falls back, his eye twitching, as he rests a fist against it. Heath pushes himself to his feet, and notices that Iser’s in perfect position. He nails the temporary blind man with a shin kick to the side, followed by another, and another. For a moment, it appears as if Seth’s about to counter, taking grasp of Heath’s leg. However, Heath cuts his Seven Deadly Shins short to meet the pace, and swiftly crashes a fourth shin into the side of Iser’s head, right across the ear. As Iser hits the mat with a thud, Williams quickly attempts the cover. The ref counts the one, and now that his attention is diverted to Seth’s shoulders, Heath lifts and stretches his legs out, propping them up against the ropes for leverage. He gets a second fall, but just as he’s about to get the three, Seth locks his arm around Heath’s pulling him down off the ropes. The Official finally catches wind of what was going on, and as Heath stands, the ref scolds him. Heath walks backwards towards the corner, so that the Official’s back is turned. This gives The Mutt time to slide into the ring, and deliver a few cheap stomps to Iser before exiting. Pleased with where the momentum lies right now, Heath pushes past the ref and goes straight back into the offensive, stomping and kicking Iser from all different directions. Heath lifts Iser to his feet, an impressive showing of strength, and begins to throw multiple jabs and hooks, slowly but surely backing Seth up against the ropes. Seth instinctively ducks his head between the ropes to get the ref to start to seperate the two. Heath doesn’t want to be rid of this momentum and swims past the ref but Seth just grabs Heath’s left wrist with both hands as soon as he swims by the ref and pulls down in full force in a pumphandle to send him splatting on the canvas. Heath clutches at the arm, screaming bloody agony. He tries to tense it, but his fingers can barely meet his palm before it clearly starts to ache. Whatever Seth just did during the pumphandle, he made sure it would leave a lasting impression. The ref asks Heath if he’d like to continue, and the ever-so stubborn vet screams an emphatic “yes”. He gets back up, and attempts at storming Iser again with a charge, but the Genius takes a hold of Heath’s arm, and performs a second pumphandle, except this time he keeps a hold of the wrist. He viciously pulls at Heath’s arm, weaving it through the ropes and yanking again and again, as hard as he can. Heath tries to tense through the pain, but Seth has too good of leverage, turning the arm slack each time he pulls. Frustrated, Heath uses Seth’s own momentum against him, floating over and taking hold of his opponent with a tarantula submission. The ref begins the count, but Heath only manages to hold it for two, as his arm proves to be too damaged to get a good grasp. He has no choice but to let go, freeing Iser, and rolling over onto the outside, landing on his feet, and straight to favoring that injured arm. However, just as Heath thinks he has a moment to recover, Seth drops to his knees, and reaches underneath the bottom rope, taking hold of Heath’s arm. Before Heath has a chance to fathom what’s going on, Iser launches himself forward, sliding out of the ring, and causing Heath’s arm to get tied up around the ring post. Seth keeps a hold, using all of his weight to bring the arm down, leaving Heath in an awkward position whereas his face is pushed up against the bottom turnbuckle pad, and the toes of his left foot are barely touching the outside. The ref starts a count, and Seth has no choice but to let go at four, to avoid disqualification. A relieved Williams staggers back, sweat pouring from his forehead as he clenches his arm. The Mutt approaches Seth on the outside in stalking fashion, but just as it’s about to strike, Iser senses it coming, and spins heel, lifting it up into the air, and dropping it with a stun-gun to the steel steps. The ref starts counting again, this time for ringout purposes. The Manic watches on from around the corner, obviously plotting a way in her head where she can give Heath the easy victory. Seth, turning his attention away from The Mutt, walks around the steps and towards Williams, the ref now at three. Williams goes for a hook with his good arm, but Iser ducks the attack, taking a hold of the injured arm, and twisting it. He walks Heath over to the barricade, the ref now at five, and slams the forearm against the steel standing in between them and the Chinese fans. He does it a few times, each attack beginning to infuriate Williams more and more. The ref now at a count of seven, Williams has had enough, and aggressively knocks Iser across the jaw with a stiff punch. He then grabs Seth by the arm, and directs him towards the steel steps, pulling back and sending Iser into the steel with an irish whip. Iser goes tumbling over the steps, and hits the ground hard. The Official is now at a count of nine, and Williams rolls back into the ring. However, instead of allowing himself to pick up the count-out victory, he demands the ref come over and check on his arm. Pausing the count, the ref goes over, and checks on Heath’s arm. This gives The Manic the time she needs, to walk around and over to Seth. She takes off her high heel, and as Seth starts to show life, she begins to beat him senseless with it, leaving small red stiletto marks across his back. Iser takes every shot, his back almost bleeding at this point. Heath decides he’s had enough attention from the ref, and slides out of the ring, The Manic hurrying back to her spot, so the ref isn’t aware of her shenanigans. Heath gives The Manic a stern look, and immediately she understands, jumping up onto the apron next to the commentary table, and diverting the ref’s attention. Heath uses this as a chance to fish under the ring, pulling out a steel chair. He raises it above his head, and brings it down with force, smashing at Iser’s spine, in the exact place he received the stiletto shots. After a third shot, Seth’s had enough, and manages a hard right hook to Heath’s gut as he has the chair above his head. Heath drops the chair, and Iser catches it, forcing the legs into Heath’s stomach, causing him to stumble back into the barrier. Iser raises the chair above his head, ready to smash it straight into Heath’s skull. However, The Manic warns the ref about what’s transpiring behind his back, and he turns, shouting at Iser from across the ring. Iser stops, and discards of the chair, raising his palms with a smirk. As he turns back to Williams, he’s met with a solid headbutt, and is then rolled back into the ring. Williams slides on in, and goes for the cover, however only manages a two. Heath, his arm still visibly in pain, shuffles over to the corner, trying to get some feeling back into his nerves. Zackary Dyson: That arm is proving to be a real problem for Heath. Sir Figgles: Sir Doctor Figgles, surgeon and master of amputation here at your service. Zackary Dyson: Seriously? Where’d you get your qualifications? Sir Figgles: Deep web. Zackary Dyson: … Williams forces his hand into a fist, this action clearly quite discomforting. He punches it into the canvas, again and again, giving himself no choice but to become accustomed to the pain. He climbs to his feet, now embracing the pain in his arm, laughing hysterically with lunacy in his eyes as he struggles to raise it anywhere past his waist. As Seth struggles to his feet, he staggers right into position for Heath’s finishing Frozen Over technique. However, as Heath’s about to have the last laugh of the match, Seth uses Heath’s own momentum against him, rolling him up into a cover. In order to strengthen the pin, Seth grabs and pulls at Heath’s tights. The Official fails to notice, and Iser gets a two count of his own, The Mutt ruining his chance at victory when it reaches in and pulls at Heath’s forearms, dragging him out of the ring. Seth stands up, frustrated, claiming foul play, ignoring the foul play of his own. The ref takes Seth’s words into consideration, as stares The Mutt down. It isn’t long until the Official is demanding that The Mutt leave ringside. The fans cheer as The Mutt climbs up the entrance way on all fours, tail tucked in between its legs. Seth has a small chuckle, knowing all too well that he isn’t as innocent as he just claimed to be. Meanwhile, previously going unnoticed, Heath has raced over to the opposite side of the ring and has climbed inside. Iser notices Heath’s no longer where he last spotted him, but this realization has come too late, as he gets clobbered in the back of the head, Heath using his already numb and injured arm to dish out the attack. Iser flair flops over on his stomach, and Heath falls to his knees, his arm throbbing as he clutches it tightly. He shuffles over to his downed opponent, and struggles to roll him over onto his back. He doesn’t go for the cover however, and instead gets in Iser’s face, uttering inaudible threats and taunts. Heath grins a malicious grin, a mistake on his part, as this angers Wrestling’s Greatest Mind, causing the lock in of Iser’s classic finishing submission, the Injection of Poison. Iser clamps at Heath’s jaw, and finds himself getting the upper hand as Williams starts to fade. The two switch positions, Williams now spine-first against the canvas. With both shoulders touching the mat, the Official considers this a cover, his hand coming inches away from making the three, until Heath barely, just barely manages to lift the shoulder of his good arm. He manages to keep it up for a couple of seconds, but his second wind quickly dissipates. His shoulders fall to the canvas once more, so the ref counts again, but just in the knick of time to make the save, The Manic hops up onto the apron, screaming and shouting. This distracts the Official, who gets up and demands The Manic be quiet and retreat back to her place. She doesn’t let up however, making as much of a scene as she possibly can, in order for her leader to regain consciousness. Seth, having had enough, rises to his feet, striding over towards the commotion, certain Williams won’t be getting up any time soon. He watches on puzzled, almost dumbfounded by the childish behavior The Manic is showing. He puts his hands on his hips, one to support the sore back, and raises an eyebrow. Nonchalantly, Iser snaps his fingers at the ref to catch his attention, and gestures at The Manic, then at the entranceway. The Official nods, and orders The Manic to leave. This only causes The Manic to react in even more of a hysteric manner, screaming at the top of her lungs. Iser, having had enough, storms over even closer to her, ordering her to leave before he takes it into his own hands. That’s when she puckers her lips out, spraying out her classic green mist. Iser avoids it however, cleverly dropping to the mat, and reaching an arm out from under the bottom rope, sweeping at The Manic’s legs and knocking her off the apron. As he stands, pleased with himself, cameras catch Heath standing up right behind him, his injured arm slack, and his jaw dangled. There’s a small amount of red liquid oozing out from his bottom lip, dribbling down his chin. Zackary Dyson: Looks like Iser’s drawn blood with that mandible claw! Sir Figgles: Oh, is that what it’s from?! I just thought Heath was one of those, “loves his girlfriend every day of the month” type of guys! Zackary Dyson: Um, can we censor that out? Young people watch this show… Iser finally senses Heath behind him, his head half-turned, acknowledging his opponents presence. He appears both surprised and impressed, as the Injection would have taken out any average wrestler. But Heath isn’t average, and the acceptance of that floods Iser’s face, he knows Heath has an incredibly high pain tolerance, just as he. Iser finally turns around, a swift jab straight into Heath’s jaw, followed by two more, each time forcing some of the blood to splatter out of Heath’s mouth and against his cheeks. Iser goes to follow up the third jab with a discus clothesline… however, he walks straight into a fountain of red mist straight into his eyes and all over his bearded face. Zackary Dyson: THAT WAS NEVER BLOOD! IT WAS RED MIST! HEATH JUST SPRAYED ISER WITH THE RED MIST! Sir Figgles: Damn, that’s gotta burn. Probably just as bad as pepper spray, and I should know, I got pepper sprayed on Thursday evening. Apparently you shouldn’t meet up with tinder dates wearing a balaclava! Iser, shouting and burning, walks straight into a wonky, half-completed Frozen Over. However, due to the burning of the red mist, Iser fails to stay down, writhing around and clutching his face, trying to rub the mist out of his eyes, all the while a nasty lump appears on the top of his head. Heath is too battered and bruised to go over and attempt the pin, he can hardly move, his jaw out of place, and his arm in even worse condition. The Official has no choice but to start counting, as neither man can get up to their feet. In the end, neither man has the strength to pull through, and the Official has no choice but to call this match a draw. WINNER: Draw BY: No Contest, 16:09 |
After the match, The Mutt comes sprinting down the ramp on all fours, sliding in the ring alongside The Manic. They both rush over to Seth Iser, kicking and stomping him into the mat. Together, they drag Iser towards the corner, and place his head against the bottom turnbuckle pad. Past the mist painted across his face, the swelling of his eyes and cheeks are visibly nasty. They stomp him a few more times, then The Manic aids Heath out of the ring as The Mutt climbs the corner opposite Iser’s broken body. As it readies to jump, Coast to Coast in mind, Kelsey Spencer comes sprinting down the ramp as fast as her legs will allow, grasping that very same lead pipe Seth rescued her with last week.
The Mutt flees towards its group, as Spencer slides into the ring, immediately going over to check on her wrestling father, and former mentor. The Revolution head back up towards the ramp, walking backwards as they admire their handiwork. Once she decides Seth’s stable, Kelsey stands straight up and walks towards the ropes closest to The Revolution. She leans against them, her face hanging over the top rope, the need for vengeance glowing from her eyes
The Mutt flees towards its group, as Spencer slides into the ring, immediately going over to check on her wrestling father, and former mentor. The Revolution head back up towards the ramp, walking backwards as they admire their handiwork. Once she decides Seth’s stable, Kelsey stands straight up and walks towards the ropes closest to The Revolution. She leans against them, her face hanging over the top rope, the need for vengeance glowing from her eyes
Trios Match
Devin Hearst & Andrew Wilkow & Liv Mercer VS Meg Rydell & Deacon Lewis & Saki
… And good luck to the referee who has to officiate this match. Six people are never easy to keep in check but with how things have escalated between these people? The referee is in for one hell of a night. The Junior Heavyweight champion started things for her team, while their opponents brought in the heavy artillery, giving Deacon Lewis the honors to start the match. The bell had just rang and Liv took a step back and offered the tag to Andrew Wilkow, who was more than happy to enter the ring to face the giant. Punches and insults started flying between the two heavyweights in such an intense brawl that both men were left groggy and short winded at the and of it. Wilkow seemed to have a little more than his opponent left in the tank and went for an irish whip, countered by Lewis who then raised his boot and knocked him down. He made the cover laying his 385 pounds but Wilkow kicked out. A kick to the stomach and a headbutt staggered the giant who stumbled back toward his corner what Rydell made the tag, calling in Hearst. Wilkow turned to his boss ready to tag out, but he Riot champion laughed at Megan and shook his head. "Coward" Meg spoke through gritted teeth before a stiff punch from Andrew brought her focus back to the match. He fired her against the ropes and went for a pop up powerbomb, countered with a hurricanrana by Meg. A quick tag to Saki and the two women supercicked Drew, and the Kawaii Deathmachine made the cover after the double foot Stomp, but she only got a two count. Saki's wish was granted when Wilkow tagged Mercer back in. Liv had just put one foot inside the ring when the Singapore Mauler charged in to kick her head, catching the Junior Heavyweight champion while she was entering through the ropes. Applying a front facelock she dragged her in so that only her feet were resting on the middle rope, glancing over at Oz before dropping his girlfriend on the mat with a rope hung ddt. She made a quick cover that brought Hearst into the ring to break the pinning predicament. Megan ran in as soon as she saw Devin moving, finally getting the chance to hit the Riot Champion with a running big boot, causing Wilkow to get to the rescue with a lariat to turn Meg inside out. Lewis made him pay for that rocking him with a discus elbow smash. And here it was, hell was breaking loose inside the ring as any person with a brain could have easily predicted. The six wrestlers were in at the same time, brawling in a cluster of bodies and blows flying from every direction. One by one they began to fall outside, first was Devin courtesy a super kick from Megan who followed her right after when Wilkow pushed her over the top rope. As soon as the Appalachian Mountain Monster turned around Deacon sent him out of the ring with a clothesline. He turned around to Saki pulling his arm and almost begging him to launch her outside. He shrugged his shoulders and tossed her against the three opponents who just stood back up to their feet. Mercer sent him out with a dropkick, looking at the five opponents. She then cracked a smile and hit the ropes on the opposite side, baiting the fans into believing she was going for a suicide dive only to stop at the last moment, asking the referee to count Saki out. The official had reached five when the Singapore Mauler re-entered the ring, finding the Junior Heavyweight Champion waiting for her with the Stay Down. The match would've probably been over if Deacon didn't drag Mercer out of the ring. Hearst was the last man to enter the ring, and by far the freshest. A strategy that paid off allowing him to dominate Megan Rydell who hadn’t held back, fighting the most part of the fifteen minutes this match had been going for. The Comedown (Samoan Driver) lead to a near fall for his team, the first of a series of real close calls for Rydell, who, if anything, showed a great resilience and a never give up attitude, kicking off from the Desperado as well. She had a momentary reaction when she slipped away from a fireman’s carry position and connected her Gamengirl. Hearst was down but not for long, since he kicked out with authority in two. The match came to an abrupt and shocking end moments later, when a huge brawl once again occurred in the middle of the ring, involving all competitors. Minus Saki. Following Hearst’s Evenflow DDT, Lewis obliterated the Riot champion with a devastating running big boot to the face. Then he held his own against the combined attacks from Liv and Wilkow for a while, but eventually the numbers game caught up on him. Wilkow was holding the weakened giant for Liv to hit him with some stiff kicks. "Watch out!" Wilkow cried to his partner, who quickly turned around to see Saki holding her Junior Heavyweight Championship. And she looked at it real close when the Kawaii Deathmachine drove it on her face, causing the DQ. WINNER: Liv Mercer, Devin Hearst & Andrew Wilkow BY: DQ, 19:41 |
There was a moment where Meg and Deacon looked at Saki, confused and perhaps annoyed that she costed them the match. But it only lasted one second, before they went back at brutalizing their opponents. At least the two who were still in the ring after Oz pulled his girlfriend away and brought her to safety. Deacon picked up Hearst and held him orizontally for Megan to hit her Mega Kick, using that momentum to plant him on the mat with a spinning side slam. Then the former Cloud Gate Champion and the former Empire Extreme Champion held one of Wilkow's arms each and held him still for Deacon's running big boot. The trio then stood in the center of the ring. They may have lost the match, but they surely won the battle here tonight.