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Way Of The Dragon Tour
Millennium XLVIII
Live from Shangai Oriental Sports Center in Shangai
Wednesday, December 11th, 2019
Peyton Holland:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the last stop of the "Way Of The Dragon" Tour!
The echo of the pyrotechnics is still ringing in the fans ears, "When Legends Rise" by Godsmack fading down and Millennium's duo of commentators is already making the introductions.
Jessi Idol:
In one week, we'll be wrapping up this controversial Chinese Tour with a two night event in Nantong, and a lot of questions about the PPV has yet to be answered.
Peyton Holland:
That's true Jessi. For example the Tag Team Tournament. We already know Jetpack and Golden Era qualified for the 4 way tag match, but who's going to challenge them? BreeTee Committee or the team of Rhett and Qiyara? Double Trouble, Constantine & REDD or Most Valuable Friends?
Jessi Idol:
How about we find out right now Pey? The first of two tag team tournament matches is up next!
Backstage we find Teagan Gallagher finally giving in to Bree and whispering in Bree’s ear what her big news next year is. Bree looks over at her tag team partner and makes a zip motion across her lips and locks it.
Bree Smith:
I won’t tell a soul, Teegs.
As she ties her tracksuit jacket around her waist to show off the BreeTee Committee T-Shirt she’s got on in black. A red backwards cap and charcoal grey sports leggings.
Bree Smith:
But that better not distract you from the tag team tournament. We got some points last time, we’re not dropping the ball now, Girly.
Teagan Gallagher:
Don’t you worry about a thing Bree, I’m laser focused.
Teagan makes a little noise to mimic a laser before she brings up one fist high into the air in a showing of further determination.
Teagan Gallagher:
We’ve got some hungry tag teams coming after us, teams that want to make it far, but they don’t have what The BreeTee Committee has deep down on the inside right here.
As she is speaking, Teagan brings her hand back down, no longer in a fist as she taps over where her heart is over the fabric of her own BreeTee Committee shirt.
Bree Smith:
BreeTee Committee have so much heart. We’ve struggled A LOT with all those title matches we just couldn’t win but we’re still standing. And I know our opponents thought we called them cookies, but we kind of have to make them “crumble” tonight to get the points, Teegs.
Bree gives Teegs a little elbow about her cookie pun. Teagan laughs in appreciation of the pun before she puts one arm around Bree’s shoulders.
Teagan Gallagher:
And once we’re victorious, we’ll celebrate with some real Oreos, I brought some with me for tonight.
Bree Smith:
What kinds?
Bree leaned her head forward with a little twinkle in her eye. Teagan can feel her growing excitement as she waves one hand up high like a game show host.
Teagan Gallagher:
Only the best… double stuffed!
Bree Smith:
Mmm…Mmm...Mmm. That’s the best kind, Teegs.
Bree looks left and right before turning back to her tag team partner.
Bree Smith:
Should we have one? To give us a little taste of our reward so we bring it 120 at Rhett and Qiyara.
Teagan Gallagher:
That’s an excellent idea, Bree!
Teagan claps her hands as she turns to head over to her gym bag where she had hidden away the package of Oreos when packing for the trip to the arena.
Teagan Gallagher:
One little Oreo is all we need for that extra boost.
Bree Smith:
Exactly, Teegs. Don’t tell me which flavour it is though.
As Bree clacks her feet together impatiently. Teagan is going through the gym bag in search of the package of Oreos, but begins to panic as she starts tossing out the contents behind her, not finding the promised cookies.
Teagan Gallagher:
Bree! I’ve been robbed!
Bree Smith:
WHAT!?
Bree catches everything coming out of Teagan’s bag in her lap with a slightly far catch to grab Teagan’s hairbrush. The panic is clear as Teagan turns around to show Bree her bag is now completely empty.
Teagan Gallagher:
The Oreos are gone!
After a brief little angry kick, Bree jumps to a conclusion.
Bree Smith:
Clearly Rhett Adelson took them. He replied to that tweet about cookies I made.
Teagan Gallagher:
You really think he would sink to that level?!
Teagan’s mouth drops open in a wide O to showcase her shock.
Bree Smith:
Who else could it be, Girly?
Teagan Gallagher:
He was probably trying to take us off our game!
Bree Smith:
Pfffft. Nice try. He can’t get us out of our Unagi zone.
Bree then puts up two fingers to her forehead and notices Teegs doing the same.
Teagan Gallagher:
We’ll always have our Unagi.
The determination is clear on Teagan’s face as she nods.
Teagan Gallagher:
Now we need to win this for the points AND to avenge our Oreos.
Bree scowls at the thought of their opponents munching on their stuff.
Bree Smith:
Let's go tackle them, Teegs!
Teagan makes another fist bump motion before both she and Bree go charging outside of their locker room ready for battle.
Flipping backstage prior to the opener we find a pair of sparring individuals who are going back and forth with taped hands and exasperated breaths. This goes on for a moment before the camera pans wider to find the shadow of the two individuals showcasing their warm up routine in a sort of seance style mannerism.
Voice One:
What time is it?!
Voice Two:
Our time!
Each word of the phrase is uttered through the manifest of the various hits before each individual backs away and then turns as the camera zooms back in, still jogging in place to the rhythm of the set routine we find the team of Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh.
Rhett Adelson:
You know we’ve had a rough start to this tournament, a few mishaps back and forth, but just when people want to count us out, here we are again still in it. Still ready for this fight
Nodding to his words Qiyara echoed a reply of her own.
Qiyara Singh:
Exactly, we’ve not been known as the team to beat just yet, but even the tag team champs have verified our intent, and tonight it is time to show them exactly who WE are.
Rhett gave a swift smile to Qiyara while still looking in the Camera’s direction.
Rhett Adelson:
That’s right and we’ll be doing that right at the beginning of the show, taking on The BreeTee Committee.”
Qiyara laughed.
Qiyara Singh:
It has a ring to it
Rhett continued
Rhett Adelson:
Indeed, but so does Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh.
Qiyara laughs again.
Qiyara Singh:
I mean, I happen to like to like the sound of it.
Rhett smirked as he nodded his head and carried on.
Rhett Adelson:
The truth is we’ve only shown a fraction of what we can do. We’ve had one fight that ended in a time limit draw, another against the current reigning tag team champions, and it was a well deserved win on their part, it taught us some of what we were doing wrong and gave us the chance to shape it up the next time they have to square up, but tonight, all of that nailing the match chemistry, finding our groove, and working to get that win, its ours for the taking, tonight Shanghai, its our time!
Qiyara Singh:
Our time to shine, our time to make it. One of our last chances in this tag tournament, and the moment we prove exactly what we’re capable of. These words aren’t stated lightly, they’re stated with intent and promise. We are going to do whatever it takes to win.
Rhett nods in agreement before stepping closer to the camera. His eyes study over it for a moment before he points at it and begins to speak.
Rhett Adelson:
In just a few short moments, Qiyara and I will be taking on Teagan and Bree. While they’re a formidable team, they don’t have their backs up against the wall like Yara and I do right now. We haven’t had the best of luck in this tournament so far but we’re not done yet. Far from it. What you’ve seen out of us so far? It’s just been a warm up. But now? We’re about to be hitting the ball out of the ballpark. I know that we’re more capable than Bree and Teagan. But now? It’s time to put up or shut up. Right, Qiyara?
Rhett glances over to his partner and offers a warm smile as he reaches his hand out towards her.
Qiyara Singh:
Absolutely, when the bell rings we’ll be all about our syncopation and energy while The BreeTee Committee, will be left, Singhing off Qi!
Giving a wink she takes hold of Rhett’s hand and they make their way towards the ring.
Tag Team Match
The BreeTee Committee VS Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh
Rhett and Qiyara have no choice but to win tonight. Easier said than done, considering that Bree and Teagan are one of the best tag teams in MWE today, and the first minutes of the match only confirmed it. Bree and Teegs showed off their great chemistry with quick tags, always keeping pressure on Singh who found herself stuck in the opponents' half of the ring. Smith connected her The Power of Bree (series of three German suplexes) and tagged Gallagher in. The Irish girl climbed on Breeberry's shoulders, from where she jumped off, landing on Singh with a corkscrew senton. Adelson kept his team in the match with a last minute break. Even though the Over The Pop didn't give them the desired outcome, Bree and Teagan kept her focus and kept working on Qiyara, keeping her away from Rhett. Until Singh managed to counter a suplex attempt with an inside cradle, almost stealing the win. She was quicker than Bree to get back on her feet and charged in with a devastating knee strike to the head, opening her way to Rhett. Adelson brought his speed and that element of unpredictability in the contest, creating more than some troubles to Bree. Landing on his feet after a belly to back attempt, Rhett hit the ropes and took out Bree's knee with a low dropkick, immediately following with a superkick. Teagan slid in and dove onto him to break up the pinfall, saving her partner in this one. Bree tried to shake herself and take back control, but Adelson always seemed to be on step ahead of the opponent, clearly having made his homework and studied her style. A Pele kick rocked the blonde girl, Rhett made the tag to Qiyara. They floored Bree with a double superkick, but once again the member of the Committee kicked out. The unorthodox style of Qiyara was hard to counter, both for Bree and for Teagan once she made the tag. The Irish soon found herself staring at the lights after a series of Muay Thai knees in the corner and a butterfly suplex, barely kicking out right before the three. On the apron Rhett was cheering her on and inviting the fans to do the same, feeling the momentum clearly on their side. With a drop toe hold she left Teagan hanging on the middle rope and connected a feint kick. She hesitated for the shortest of moments before going for the Tornado kick, paying a big price for that as Gallagher dodged it and planted her with a reverse ddt. And just like the first part of the match, Bree and Teagan cut the ring in half with quick tags, slowing wearing down the Indian wrestler until they connected the WHOOPAH (Exploder Suplex into a codebreaker) and picked up the win. WINNER: BreeTee Committee BY: Pinfall (WHOOPA), 14:06 |
Peyton Holland: "If you thought this was going to be easy for Bree and Teagan.. Think again. Rhett and Qiyara put up one hell of a fight."
Jessi Idol: "For a moment there it looked like they could get the upset of the night."
Peyton Holland: "They gave them a run for their money, but eventually the Committee came out on top and joined Golden Era and Jetpack in that four way tag team match at Way Of The Dragon"
Jessi Idol: "For a moment there it looked like they could get the upset of the night."
Peyton Holland: "They gave them a run for their money, but eventually the Committee came out on top and joined Golden Era and Jetpack in that four way tag team match at Way Of The Dragon"
Millennium cuts to an increasingly confident Victoria Salinas as she sits in the studio. This confident presence from her draws a warm reaction from the crowd as she has three differently colored envelopes on her lap: a red one, a green one and a yellow one. In the moments before her triple threat match that is coming up, once more, Victoria is taking some time to reflect and express her thoughts.
Victoria Salinas:
It’s no secret that I’ve been going through a bit of a transformation of sorts lately. I’ve talked about how I’ve been growing up as a wrestler and as a person. Well, tonight’s another step in the process. Tonight’s challenge is going to be a bit harder considering that I am going to be facing two opponents instead of one… but it’s a challenge that I’m not fazed by. Now, the obnoxious, old me would have just dismissed my opponents like a bunch of nobodies… but that’s not me anymore. Before my wedding… I would have expressed fear and worry about losing this match and my career going ‘further down the drain’. But tonight, I’m going to play it down the middle… and I’m going to begin by reading three kinds of mail: hate mail, regular mail and fan mail. Of course… we’re going to start with… the hate mail…
Victoria has a smirk on her face as she opens up the red letter consisting of the hate mail, pulling out the letter to read aloud.
Victoria Salinas:
To Icky Vicky… I hate you. You’re SO melodramatic that it makes me sick. I REALLY hope you lose tonight so you can have those confidence meltdowns that filled my heart with so much joy and I also really hope that you get pinned by Nikki Knight to make it just the more humiliating for you. I’m not someone that has developed recent hate toward you… I’ve hated you from day one… when you were that whiny little bitch from Montana 10 years ago… and I especially hated you when you were “vainglorious” and living the glory days you will never relive. I hope you die due to being eaten alive by a million fire ants…
OKAY THEN…
Victoria sets aside the hate mail.
Victoria Salinas:
That obnoxious person I used to be would have laughed in your face but… no… I’m not going to stoop to that level. And no… reading something like that isn’t going to break my confidence like you were probably hoping it would. Here’s how I am going to respond to that. I’m sorry that you have that level of hatred in your heart. You don’t have to like me. You’re not the person I do what I love for and I’m clearly not your cup of tea as a wrestler. That’s fine… and that goes for anyone else in the back of the locker room or any wrestler I’ve ever met, past or present, that holds some sort of grudge over me. I used to aim to have everyone like me… when I was younger and less mature… but I understand that I won’t get anyone’s approval. Next…
Victoria picks up the yellow envelope and opens it, reading aloud the letter inside.
Victoria Salinas:
Victoria, when you first started out, I was a fan of yours. SInce then, I’ve been on and off with you. I loved your inspirational story when you first broke out, but I hated how vain and conceited you had become when you attained main event glory. I loved that you broke out of that, but I hated how you handled your last marriage and that whole confidence meltdown that you had. I don’t hate you, but I’m concerned that you’re going to change like the weather again. How can I, as a fan, trust that you’ll be steady and consistent this time? Are you going to have a meltdown again if you can’t win your triple threat?
Huh… very good points. Thanks for the positives, but I’d like to thank you more for the criticisms. You’re right, I let old fame get to my head. You’re right that I didn’t handle certain situations properly. You’re right that I took things too far when I had my meltdown and hit my rock bottom. You’re a fan that I’m going to have to earn your trust. What I can tell you is two things… I’m NOT going to lose that triple threat match against Nikki or Swayze Dial. I’m here to win and keep my momentum going, simple as that. And even if I don’t… there won’t be a meltdown, that much I can promise. This match is another test for me to show how much I’ve learn and grown from my mistakes and no matter how this match goes, I am going to go about it the right way and I’m going to further showcase the ever growing confidence and maturity that I’ve had since my wedding. Thank you so much for that letter… and lastly…
Victoria pauses and takes a deep breath when she picks up the green envelope, which of course, is the fanmail. Opening it and reading it aloud, Victoria maintains her confidence.
Victoria Salinas:
Vicky, I’ve been a fan since day one. You’ve been through your ups and downs. You’ve been through phases good and bad. But, I have always stood by you. Growing up in a small town named Minnetonka, Minnesota, growing up with a less privileged childhood just like you did… and chasing big dreams just like you did… I would never have done it without your inspirational story. Someone like you, and I say this for perspective, typically has no business even graduating training let alone being the success you’ve become. Following you every step of the way, I’m proud to call you my favorite wrestler ever and it’s because of you that I chased, and achieved, my big dream of going to Columbia University to become a neurosurgeon. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me!
Victoria sets the letter aside and takes in the joy she just got from reading the letter.
Victoria Salinas:
You hear that? Those words, fans like her… that’s why I do this! That is exactly why I do what I love. I don’t know what Nikki and Swayze do this for, that’s not my place to know or judge. But that’s my background, that’s where I come from. Fans like her are why I have to be strong, why I have to be confident, why I have to meet every single challenge head on and keep my head held high no matter what the outcome is. It’s that kind of inspiration that’s not only going to guide me to another victory tonight, it’s what’s going to guide me to multiple championships and being one of the great success stories of this company and to both of my opponents… nothing you can do tonight is going to stop me! Best of luck… just know that you’re dealing with one of the most motivated, inspired competitors this company has to offer!
Victoria remains in the studio, reflecting on the kind words from the last two letters and how they are going to help her in her upcoming journey while hearing cheers from the fans as the scene fades to black.
Soothing, classical, piano music can be heard playing in the background.
Feminine Voice:
The following presentation has been paid for by The Most Valuable Friendship, reminding you to be a true friend.
The scene fades in backstage where Dickie Harter is standing in a locker room, face to face with a cardboard cutout of himself. A bemused expression on his face as he goes to speak, before stopping himself. A moment later and Aubrianna Powers steps into view in her ring gear, with the GCW World Championship around her waist.
Dickie Harter:
I have questions…
Aubrianna Powers:
Questions for me or the cutout?
Dickie Harter:
For you-- definitely for you. But also about the cutout.
Aubrianna Powers:
Oh, don’t you like him? I thought since Reventon couldn’t be here we may need a replacement mascot. So this was the next best thing I could find.
Dickie looks the cutout up and down, still unsure whether to be insulted or not. He’s not even sure where she got it from, but at this point it may be weird to ask. Instead he just smiles up at Aubrianna as he says.
Dickie Harter:
...ok. Sure, I’ll choose to believe that.
The MVP smirks.
Aubrianna Powers:
Good, because it is the truth, Dick. I would never lead anyone astray. I am an angel, as well as The MVP of Millennium. And we shouldn’t concern ourselves with cardboard cutout Dick anyway. We need to concern ourselves with the two clowns we’re facing tonight.
Dickie Harter:
Bree and Daya? They’ve been having some success lately, making big waves in a couple of companies. Definitely not gonna take them lightly.
Aubrianna Powers:
No, we shouldn’t take them or anyone lightly, BUT look on the bright side. The Most Valuable Friendship has the solid advantage and you know why?
The Most Valuable Powers strikes a pose.
Aubrianna Powers:
You have ME on the team! They’ve had success? Great. So have I. I was HKW Tapout Champion for damn near a year. I just became GCW World Champion. I am on a roll, Dick. And tonight we’re going to keep that roll going.
Dickie wants to brag too, but his accomplishments this year are just a list of near-misses. Winning number one contenderships, before falling short in the title match itself.
Dickie Harter:
You are, you really are. I’ll just try and keep up. But more importantly, we need to bounce back after that disqualification last week to make sure we still have a chance in this tournament.
The beautiful pink tipped blonde rolls her eyes. She doesn’t like to be reminded of what happened last week. Powers stomps her foot like a tantruming child.
Aubrianna Powers:
Yeah, that was complete and utter crap! We had them right where we wanted them until that BS happened! All that means is that I still haven’t been pinned nor have I been made to submit in MWE and if Bree and Daya think they’re gonna be the first they can forget it! I am still royally pissed after last week now that you brought it up, Dick, and now I’m gonna take it out on them!
On that note, Aubrianna stomps out of the locker room, leaving Dickie behind for a moment, before he opts to follow his tag partner out. And the show cuts elsewhere.
Singles Match
Victoria Salinas VS Nikki Knight VS Swayze DialThe eighteen years old Swayze Dial might be the smallest competitor in the ring, but he certainly didn't act like one tonight, getting in the face of the much taller Nikki Knight and talking smack to the Canadian, who slapped him hard across the face. Nikki sent Swayze against the ropes, missing the clothesline. Dial kept running and bounced back with a Tornado DDT, planting the Canadian on the top of her head. Proud of his actions, he flexed for the fans, before getting obliterated by a busaiku knee courtesy of the Vainglorious. Salinas then switched her focus back to Nikki with some knife edge chops across the chest, following with a straightjacket neckbreaker slam. Swayze was quick to break the pin, trying to build some momentum with a series of rapid punches. Victoria shoved him to the ground, he rolled back to his feet and charged at her, once again avoiding the clothesline and hitting the middle rope to bounce back with a springboard back elbow. Nikki was up on her feet and Dial tried for a wheelbarrow maneuver that didn't quit ended the way he hoped for, as he was driven face first on the mat with a face buster by the Canadian Knightmare, who then rolled him on the back and made the cover. Swayze raised his shoulder in two. The fans were graced with a quick paced contest where all competitors had their chance to shine. Swayze showed an impressive speed that gave him some sort of edge on the two opponents, but he wasted all of it when he tried to deadlift Victoria for a German suplex. The Vainglorious easily resisted the attempt and broke free with a standing switch, connecting the same move with ease. Nikki caught her with a kick to the stomach as soon as she stood up, turning and wrapping her arms around her head in an inverted facelock for the Knightmare (snapmare driver). Victoria pushed her away, knocking her down with a Roundhouse Kick as she turned back. Dial was back on his feet, and he tried to steal the win with a quick schoolboy pin attempt. Victoria kicked out in one and connected a knee to his face,quickly turn around to catch Nikki with a jumping yakuza kick. The Canadian rolled out of the ring, leaving Victoria alone with Swayze. She wasted no time to connect the Vanity Breaker for the win. WINNER: Victoria Salinas BY: Pinfall (Vanity Breaker), 5:48 |
Jessi Idol: "Another big win for Victoria tonight."
Peyton Holland: "She's been on a roll ever since the loss to Bethany at Homecoming."
Jessi Idol: "Looks like that worked as a sort of wake up call for her and allowed her to turn her career around."
Peyton Holland: "She's been on a roll ever since the loss to Bethany at Homecoming."
Jessi Idol: "Looks like that worked as a sort of wake up call for her and allowed her to turn her career around."
The scene opens with Kyle Butler and Neil Newman backstage in the male locker room wearing matching blue suits. They are not competing tonight. The Golden Era do have a vested interest in who they will be competing against at The Way of the Dragon. We happen to pick up on them in mid discussion, the audio doesn’t kick in until...
Kyle Butler:
... think of it this way. Crisis on Infinite Earths is the same as the tag team tournament. Many teams enter, but only one will remain.
Neil sighs.
Neil Newman:
Still not reading the comic book, Kyle.
Kyle throws his hands in the air.
Kyle Butler:
Ahem. Graphic novel. Not comic book. And come on! Crisis is one of the best stories in any medium.
Neil Newman:
Let's make a deal. You read the original Count of Monte Cristo.
Kyle Butler’s eyes widen. He shakes his head feverishly.
Kyle Butler:
Hell no. I don’t have time to read a one thousand, one hundred, thirty eight page book. The main Crisis story is three hundred, sixty eight. Not all words.
Neil rest his hands on his hips.
Neil Newman:
Count of Monte Cristo is a literary classic.
Kyle Butler:
So is Crisis!
Neil Newman:
Kyle! Being a team is all about compromise.
Kyle Butler:
One thousand plus pages.
Neil Newman:
Not like there is anything to do in China.
Kyle Butler shrugs.
Kyle Butler:
... fair point. Fine. You read Crisis, I read your one thousand page snorefest.
Neil Newman:
Now that’s settled, lets kick back, relax, see who we are going to face at Way of the Dragon.
Kyle Butler:
Any preference?
Neil takes a moment to ponder the question Kyle asked.
Neil Newman:
Hm. Normally I’d say it doesn’t matter who we face. We are the best tag team of the golden era... there is a small part of me that would gain immense satisfaction being responsible for The Most Valuable Friendship failing. Dickie Harter is a cool guy. Aubrianna Powers? Eh. She is the worse. That ego. Believing she can call herself the MVP of a company we work in. Disgusting. I’d love nothing more than to be the reason she walks away empty handed. But I can’t get caught up in all that. Main objective is to win no matter who qualifies.
Kyle Butler:
People might find our Crisis, Count argument lame. Double Trouble, MVF bickering over who is more valuable. All that should matter is who is best in the ring.
Neil Newman:
Agree, one thousand, one hundred and thirty eight percent.
Neil smiles. Kyle rolls his eyes.
Kyle Butler:
How does it feel cutting the first joke in your life.
Neil chuckles. Kyle can’t help but laugh as the scene fades to black.
The scene cuts to the parking lot, where Gavin Grimes is pacing around back and forth. He’s wearing baggy jeans and a black hoodie and there’s a lead pipe in his hand. Without even acknowledging the camera, Gavin begins to speak.
Gavin Grimes:
Carmine Reaper… I retired you once and I’ll retire you again.
He continues to pace back and forth, twirling the lead pipe in his hand now.
Gavin Grimes:
You wanted to dance with the devil and now you see what you get? You get an angry Gavin Grimes. You wanted to come into my home and spit on me? You’re a fucking dead man.
Gavin stops in his tracks and points the lead pipe at the camera.
Gavin Grimes:
You and me? This ends now. Last man standing match and guess what? The loser leaves town. You ready to step up and accept? Too bad. Because I’m coming for you, whether you say yes or not.
Gavin swings the lead pipe and you can hear the camera cracking and the feed going black.
Singles Match
Carmine Reaper VS Bobbi JacksonCarmine's focus didn't seem to be on this match. Gavin grimness had hinted in the past few days that he'll be here and, considering the turn the recent renewed rivalry between them took, it wasn't a longshot to expect the Captain to show up. Bobbi instead was fully focused on the task at hand, moreso now that her match against Duke Andrews for the Lockdown Championship at Way Of The Dragon got confirmed. The Rising Phoenix had a strong start and, with those quick punching and kicking combinations, forced Carmine to take a break. The boss were training down on the Reaper while he paced around the ring, clearly frustrated at the disappointing start. Bobbi made the mistake to follow him outside, thus favoring Carmine who tossed her against the barricade. He reached her there and dropped her stomach first against the barricade. Bobbi slid down on her knees, face turned toward the fans, helpless as Reaper kicked her head from behind, sending her face first against the barricade. Grabbing her by the hair, he dragged her toward the ring and pushed her in, positioning her right where he needed her for a guillotine legdrop. The little excursus outside gave Carmine an advantage he didn’t quite exploit. Even when in control, he kept looking all around, scanning the surrounding area cautiously, looking for every and any movement that could hint at Gavin Grimes’ interference. Eventually these continuous distractions were exploited by Bobbi, who connected a few kicks to the leg and a roaring elbow, She then spun Carmine around and drove him onto her knees with a backstabber, adding some stomps to the lower back to her offense. No surprises, she then focused her attacks on the lower back and the right leg of the former NGW Hall Of Famer with hard strikes and submissions as well. Reaper pulled himself up and even tried a reaction with some forearm strikes, lifting Bobbi then for a suplex. The Phoenix slipped away and landed on her feet behind his back, taking the man down with a chop block before he could even turn around. A smile came across Bobbi’s face as she applied the Trials By Fire, picking up another win via submission one week away from Way Of The Dragon. WINNER: Bobbi Jackson BY: Submission (Trials By Fire), 8:33 |
Peyton Holland: "The Trials By Fire claims another victim."
Jessi Idol: "It's no secret that Bobbi has her eyes set on the Lockdown Championship. And it looks like she's going to call out the champ now"
Jessi Idol: "It's no secret that Bobbi has her eyes set on the Lockdown Championship. And it looks like she's going to call out the champ now"
After the match concludes Bobbi Jackson asks for the microphone from the ring announcer. After it's handed to her the blonde paces back and forth in the ring a few times before looking directly at the entrance stage.
Bobbi Jackson:
Duke! I know you're back there! I know you have a match later on tonight! Stop running. Stop ducking. Get your ass out here and answer my challenge!
The crowd roars with approval as its clear the Phoenix is very fired up. She stares up at the ramp intently but no Duke Andrews. Which only angers Bobbi more as she continues to speak.
Bobbi Jackson:
You call yourself a champion, but in reality Duke? You're a fraud! If I had that Lockdown Championship here in Millennium I wouldn't be hiding from ANYONE! I would be a fighting champion! I wouldn't run away and get counted out when my championship is in danger. That doesn't make you a champion, it makes you a coward!
Bobbi leans against the top rope continuing to stares at the ramp.
Bobbi Jackson:
So you got two options, Duke. Either come out here and face me and answer my challenge. Or I'm going to drop this microphone, leave this ring, march up that ramp. Find you backstage and beat the holy hell out of you! What's it gonna be Dookie!?
Just when it seemed like Bobbi was ready to do exactly what she just warned Duke she was going to do, “The Second Amendment” by Who TF is Justin Time (DA mix) hits the PA Speakers as Duke Andrews walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand as the crowd showers him in boos. The MWE Lockdown Championship over his shoulder as he and Bobbi lock eyes and Duke casually runs his right hand to his head. His fingers running through his beautiful long beard before moving towards the sweaty, beaten, stained Carhartt hat on his head. Turning it around backwards. His tongue circling his lips as he raises the microphone.
Duke Andrews:
Listen Bob, you don’t call the shots around here. I don’t know what your obsession with me is. I understand that I am a fine specimen, but you don’t swing that way. So if that’s not it.
He grins and bites his lower lip. His left hand smacking the fifteen pounds of gold and leather over his shoulder.
Duke Andrews:
For whatever reason you can’t get it through your thick skull. I’m assuming the ol logic of blondes ain’t bright, is true in your case. Again you want to face me. Again you think that you have a prayer of beating me. You will talk big, walk big, and when you try to get on my level to swing the big stick, you’ll fail once again.
Duke nods in her direction. As Bobbi goes to retort, Duke holds his hand up to silence her.
Duke Andrews:
But this is the holiday season and I’m feeling generous. Like when I paid off student lunch debt back home because of the spirit, you’re my new charity Bob. I’ll give you your last shot at this title. And after the blood money pay per view, The American Rebel will take his title home and you’ll never get another shot at it. Deal?
Bobbi rolls her eyes. Again a shot at her sexual orientation when anyone who knows anything about her knows that she's bisexual. She was married to a man for thirteen years. The fact that she's a woman now shouldn't matter in the grand scheme of things. But Duke is Duke and the Phoenix shouldn't be surprised. At the end of the day, she got what she wanted...another shot at the Lockdown title, and that's all that matters. She raises the microphone back to her lips.
Bobbi Jackson:
One more shot is all I need Dookie. When I beat you at the pay per view you're looking at the new Lockdown Champion.
Bobbi grins.
Bobbi Jackson:
This time though Dookie? Fight me like a real champion and don't run away like a coward when the match turns in my favor!
The challenger drops the microphone in the ring as her music "The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy" begins to play. The champion and challenger lock eyes on one another as they know at the pay per view they will collide in the ring once again for the MWE Lockdown Championship.
Backstage the sound of crinkling an oreo packet is heard with Mimi and Daya sitting on some crates and enjoying the Oreos Mimi’s twin and rival for Bree’s attention had left unattended.
Mimi Smith:
Told you I keep my Most Valuable Friends well fed.
Daya Matias:
These are even double stuffed, we hit the jackpot.
Daya claps her hands with excitement before she reaches inside the packet to pull out a few of the Oreo cookies for herself. Mimi throws the last piece of her oreo into her mouth and snaps a little photo of Daya.
Mimi Smith:
I think the jackpot is double stuffed oreos and another Millennium win...Bestie’s been on my butt to get some wins after things at Rebellion didn’t go well.
Mimi’s calm and chillaxed face in the face of a recent loss emphasizes her character where Daya appears to be more determined judging by the frown on her face.
Daya Matias:
She makes a good point, we want to impress in this tournament, and tonight is a big deal.
Mimi Smith:
We need to stay strong for our outside stuff, plus there’s my twins team in this. We need to remind everyone, especially Powers and Dickie, what Double Trouble bring. I know they have lost by disqualification, but we’ll give them a proper loss in this tournament.
Daya Matias:
Not to mention knock them down a peg or two.
Daya mumbles this around a mouthful of Oreo after she popped another one of the cookies in her mouth before she quickly shakes her head.
Daya Matias:
They think they’re better than us, so we need to prove them wrong, and we’ll have the power of Meowth on our side too.
Mimi Smith:
If you want to fury swipes that one who threatened to kick my head off, I won’t stop you!
Mimi helps herself to one more cookie from the pack and brushes the crumbs off her t-shirt.
Daya Matias:
I just might if she tries to get in my face!
As she’s speaking, Daya makes a few punching motions towards the other side of where Mimi is sitting, finishing it off with a few cat scratches for extra emphasis. Mimi rewards her by tossing a little bit of an oreo her way to catch it. Daya makes the catch as she happily eats the piece of Oreo and holds her hand up for Mimi to slap for a high five.
Daya Matias:
Put it here, partner!
Mimi chuckles as she makes the high five.
Mimi Smith:
You ready to go avoid some kicks?
Daya Matias:
Born ready!
Daya jumps down from the crates in a swift manner as she puts her hands on her hips to strike her most determined and Team Rocket inspired pose. Mimi hops next to her and tries her version of a Team Rocket pose that compliments Daya’s own one.
Daya Matias:
We’re Double Trouble and we’re ready for tonight!
Mimi Smith:
And our opponents will be out like a light.
Mimi clicks her fingers to turn the lights out where they are and shows the glow in the dark art on the wall behind them of Meowth as a surprise for her partner. Daya begins to jump up and down with excitement as she grabs onto Mimi’s arm with both of her hands.
Daya Matias:
Mimi! You did this?!
Mimi casually breaths on her closed fingers and brushes them up and down on her jacket.
Mimi Smith:
Just something I whipped up for my Most valuable Friend. No biggie.
Acting all modest. Daya wastes no time in giving Mimi a big hug to show her appreciation.
Daya Matias:
With Meowth watching over us, we can't lose!
Daya links her arm into Mimi's as they both wave to the Meowth portrait on the wall filled with even more confidence than before. Together Double Trouble makes their way down the hallway, skipping with each step.
Tag Team Tournament Match
Group B
Group B
Most Valuable Friends VS Double Trouble
Who will join Golden Era, Jetpack and The BreeTee Committee in the the fatal four way elimination match? Redd and Constantine are currently leading the group B, thanks to their dq win against the Most Valuable Friends one week ago in eleven minutes and twenty one seconds. That was the time Dickie and Aubrianna needed to beat Double Trouble in. Powers started the match against Daya Matias, none of the two women were shying away from bending some rules in order to get the early advantage. Daya went for the eyes to stop Aubrianna’s series of kicks, following the illegal maneuver with a series of uppercuts and an irish whip. The former Underground Tapout Champion landed on her back after a high back body drop, and when she got back to her feet, she found two opponents waiting for her with a double thrusted gut punch called Pewter Punisher. Mimi then fires the opponent in the corner and followed with a series of battering rams elbows. Powers interrupted her High Score with a thumb to the eye, connecting a neckbreaker on the blinded opponent and giving tha tag to Dickie. Harter entered the ring and wasted no time to lift Mimi over his shoulders and dropped her down with his Big Dickie Energy (Detonation Kick), quickly going for the cover interrupted by Matias. Dickie and Aubrianna kept showing their growing chemistry with quick tags and some combined moves such as a double hip toss followed by a double low dropkick to the face of Mimi. The young Smith family member kicked out but she wasn’t out of the woods just yet. Powers connected with her hangman neckbreaker, and climbed to the top rope for a 450 splash. When she jumped, Mimi moved out of the way leaving nothing but the waiting canvas to stop Aubrianna's fall. Mimi quickly reached the corner and tagged Daya back in. The Mexican born entered the ring and hit the raising Powers with a low dropkick to the head to keep her down. She then switched her focus on Dickie, knocking him off the apron with a forearm strike. Turning around, she noticed the former Tapout Champion standing on her feet and planted her with her Spanish Fly for the win… NO! Aubrie kicked at the very last moment. We had passed the ten minutes mark when Chris Constantine and Redd Thunder walked down to the ring. The two men will be one against the other in tonight's main event, but they're still on the run for a spot in the tag tournament final. Constantine points at the clock running to put, his game plan far from obscure at this point. As soon as the 11:21 would pass, they'd interfere and cost Double Trouble their match, securing their spot in the final. Everyone seemed to be freezed at their sight, wasting precious seconds and playing right in CCJ's head. Everyone but Dickie who, realizing that they were running out of time, took the tag and entered the ring, connecting with the Dickie Driver (tombstone piledriver) as soon as he could, making the cover and picking up the win for his team. Full of hope, he raised his eyes to the tron. 11:11. For ten seconds, The Most Valuable Friends are the last team to qualify to the final. WINNER: The Most Valuable Friends BY: Pinfall (The Dickie Driver), 11:11 |
Peyton Holland: "That was great presence of kind from Harter!"
Jessi Idol: "You know what's the best thing in all of this? To see that Constantine's plan backfired to him"
Peyton Holland: "Anyway, with this last match, the Tag Team Tournament is a wrap. The Most Valuable Friends, Jetpack, The BreeTee Committee and Golden Era will fight in a fatal 4 way elimination match next week at Way Of The Dragon."
Jessi Idol: "The prize? A shot at the McMillions with the titles on the line. When? On night two of the PPV."
Jessi Idol: "You know what's the best thing in all of this? To see that Constantine's plan backfired to him"
Peyton Holland: "Anyway, with this last match, the Tag Team Tournament is a wrap. The Most Valuable Friends, Jetpack, The BreeTee Committee and Golden Era will fight in a fatal 4 way elimination match next week at Way Of The Dragon."
Jessi Idol: "The prize? A shot at the McMillions with the titles on the line. When? On night two of the PPV."
Backstage…
The scene opens up with a few backstage workers having a conversation over something that probably isn’t very important to our narrative. However, the fact that the camera has chosen to come on at this time indicates something is likely about to happen and, surely, something does as Miss Malice creeps onto the scene, which tonight features a t-shirt from metal band The Agonist, altered to her specifications. Intently, she walks over to the conversation, nodding along in agreement with whatever nonsense was being spoken. Suddenly, she jumps into the middle of it.
Miss Malice:
And then when they’re reeling… POW! Flurry to the solar-plexes!
She laughs, moving away from the conversation. As she walks down the hallway, MWE Interviewer Bowie Kennedy approaches her.
Bowie Kennedy:
Malice… Miss Malice… have you got a second?
She pauses, looking around for another Miss Malice before pointing to herself.
Miss Malice:
You want… you want to interview me?
Bowie Kennedy:
Well, yeah. I’d like your thoughts on tonight’s match following your first victory last week.
Malice almost laughs, acting as though she suddenly was presented with some major award.
Miss Malice:
This is new… usually I’ve been the one going out of my way to interact. Last week in the backstage area… over on Twitter… even two Goddamn minutes ago… I can say “Goddamn”, right?
Bowie Kennedy:
I don’t think it’s not allowed.
Miss Malice:
Good, good. I’d hate to BREAK ANY RULES around here in only my second week.
Bowie Kennedy:
You put up an impressive display against Nikki Knight. She dished quite the amount of offense, but you kept coming.
Malice nods.
Miss Malice:
That’s right… I’m like the Energizer Bunny… I just keep going and going and going and going… I don’t know when to stop! What I DO know is how to fight, as Nikki learned last week.
Miss Malice pauses, pulling at her hair a little bit.
Miss Malice:
Now I don’t know about you, but I don’t think Nikki liked me very much. I got a sense from her since our match was announced that she didn’t even care enough to say a WORD about it! That wasn’t a very good WELCOME, was it? No - she gave me the cold shoulder and only came out after me when the bell rang. VERY rude of her. But tonight… MAYBE I’ll get a warmer response from Joey Leclair.
Bowie Kennedy:
He’s been a bit more forthcoming about the match on social media and…
Miss Malice:
Yeah, yeah, social media is great and all. But I’m going to step into the ring with him and see if there is a real CONNECTION, you know what I mean? I want to get under his skin… see what makes him TICK and TOCK! I want to KNOW Joey Leclair. I want to give him some souvenirs of our date… something to write home about… tell his little Missus that he has a KINDRED SPIRIT here in MWE. I want to hurt him. I want him to hurt me. And at the end of our little dance…”
She winks, licking her lips.
Miss Malice:
I’m going to make sure that Joey never… N-E-V-E-R… forgets me.
With a sinister grin on her face, Miss Malice exits the scene, leaving the interviewer bewildered.
Everything is ready for the match between Miss Malice and Joey Leclair. Peyton and Jessi are talking about the two competitors, focusing on Joey who's the favorite in this match, if anything for the experience gap. Although Peyton points out that Miss Malice is an opponent he shouldn't take lightly, as proved by her match last week. The titantron suddenly comes to life, but it's not "Miss Murder" by AFI that's blaring out of the loudspeakers, nor "Psychopath" by Nomy. Much to everyone's surprise, it's "Noir" by Shandon that's blasting inside the Shangai Oriental Sports Center.
And here she is, Helena Noir, walking down the ramp with a microphone in her hand. She takes the center of the ring, signaling to cut the music.
Helena Noir:
Joey, Joey...
She starts shaking her head.
Helena Noir:
You stubborn son of a bitch. Why? Why are you twisting my arm like this? Why couldn't you take a no for an answer?
The slightest note of disappointment can be heard tainting her usual calm and emotionless tone.
Helena Noir:
I tried to ignore you. I was hoping you'd eventually drop your absurd request, and move the fuck on. Then you tried to mess with my match, I messed with yours hoping you'd eventually desist. But you kept crying and stomping your feet like an annoying child.
Until you crossed a line.
She points at the tron, showing the Death Dealer Elbow Strike he hit Emi Yamamoto win, costing The Revenants their chances in the Tag Tournament.
Helena Noir:
You hit an innocent, you messed with Henri, you messed with The Revenants. My family.
You wanted the old Helena, Leclair? You'll get her at Way Of The Dragon.
You. Me. No disqualifications.
"Psychopath" now blares out of the PA System. Joey is standing on the entrance stage, watching Helena who had already left the ring, coming his way. The two crossed paths, Joey bumped onto her with his shoulders. Noir doesn't have any reaction as she keeps walking her way.
Helena Noir:
One last thing...
She says stopping on the stage.
Helena Noir:
If I see your dumb face around the ring during my match, you won't even make it to the Pay Per View.
See you then, "Prodigy."
That last word, a nickname Joey self appointed at the beginning of his career was meant as a mockery. And as such was taken by Leclair, who clenches his fists in rage before making his way to the ring.
And here she is, Helena Noir, walking down the ramp with a microphone in her hand. She takes the center of the ring, signaling to cut the music.
Helena Noir:
Joey, Joey...
She starts shaking her head.
Helena Noir:
You stubborn son of a bitch. Why? Why are you twisting my arm like this? Why couldn't you take a no for an answer?
The slightest note of disappointment can be heard tainting her usual calm and emotionless tone.
Helena Noir:
I tried to ignore you. I was hoping you'd eventually drop your absurd request, and move the fuck on. Then you tried to mess with my match, I messed with yours hoping you'd eventually desist. But you kept crying and stomping your feet like an annoying child.
Until you crossed a line.
She points at the tron, showing the Death Dealer Elbow Strike he hit Emi Yamamoto win, costing The Revenants their chances in the Tag Tournament.
Helena Noir:
You hit an innocent, you messed with Henri, you messed with The Revenants. My family.
You wanted the old Helena, Leclair? You'll get her at Way Of The Dragon.
You. Me. No disqualifications.
"Psychopath" now blares out of the PA System. Joey is standing on the entrance stage, watching Helena who had already left the ring, coming his way. The two crossed paths, Joey bumped onto her with his shoulders. Noir doesn't have any reaction as she keeps walking her way.
Helena Noir:
One last thing...
She says stopping on the stage.
Helena Noir:
If I see your dumb face around the ring during my match, you won't even make it to the Pay Per View.
See you then, "Prodigy."
That last word, a nickname Joey self appointed at the beginning of his career was meant as a mockery. And as such was taken by Leclair, who clenches his fists in rage before making his way to the ring.
Singles Match
Miss Malice VS Joey LeclairThe second match in Millennium for Miss Malice was against one of the most dangerous men on the roster, the Death Dealer Joey Leclair. The ruthless Florida born, after finally getting the match he has been craving for against Helena Noir, looked determined and focused on getting some momentum going before the pay-per-view. He started the match with a cheap shot, a right hook before the bell rang rocking the opponent. He followed up with more closed fists, ignoring the referee's admonishment, a flurry of right hands until Malice was stuck in the corner. There he hit her with some shoulder tackles in the midsection, doubling the Canadian over. Putting her head between his thighs, he lifted her in a powerbomb position, intentioned to drop her against the turnbuckle. Miss Malice started punching Joey on the top of his head, eventually breaking free. She landed on her feet and caught the dazed opponent with a jumping knee, knocking the Death Dealer down. A beautiful standing moonsault put her in position to make a cover, obtaining the first near fall off the match. It's no secret that Joey always had some problems with high fliers or fast paced matches in general, and Miss Malice certainly did her homework, keeping up her high octane offense and collecting a series of near falls with moves like a nasty neckbreaker on the knee. This seemed to frustrate Leclair who, after the promising start, was now struggling to build any kind of momentum. He was standing groggily after a series rapid fire forearm strikes, prelude to a roaring elbow from Malice that sent Joey against the ropes. He rebounded back from them and, spinning on himself, hit the opponent with a Death Dealer elbow out of nowhere. He failed to capitalize on it, too tired and spent to even crawl on top of her. The ref started administering a double count, with both opponents getting back to a vertical base in six. A brawl followed, a style that clearly favoured Joey who came out on top wire easily. There was not much room for technical offense to entertain or please the fans, Joey was all business focusing more on an hard hitting style, becoming more and more violent with every strike he connected. There was the Roundhouse Kick, sending Miss Malice flat on her back. He immediately picked her up and lifted her in a suplex position to connect the Brain Damage (brainbuster). The subsequent pinfall attempt saw Malice kicking out, but she couldn't do the same when, moments later, Leclair hit his C'est La Vie (spinning heel kick) to get a moral boosting win right before The Way Of The Dragon. WINNER: Joey Leclair BY: Pinfall (C'est La Vie), 8:39 |
Peyton Holland: "Quite a night for Leclair. First, he got the match he has been asking for so long. And then he picked up a win that will certainly boost his confidence."
Jessi Idol: "Not that he really needs it, to be honest..."
Peyton Holland: "Fair point. Now let's see if he can keep up his end of the deal.
Jessi Idol: "Not that he really needs it, to be honest..."
Peyton Holland: "Fair point. Now let's see if he can keep up his end of the deal.
The feed cuts to the locker room area and the camera focuses on a figure's back. A black t-shirt and long, wet, stringy black hair leaves little doubt as to his identity. The Chicago Way Championship on the table beside him erases what doubt may have remained.
Hammerstein.
The American Monster says nothing, his head down, his back to the camera. After a few moments, the camera crew go to leave, but are stopped by Hammerstein's uplifted hand. The Chicago Way Champion turns around and an audible gasp comes from behind the camera Hammerstein stands, a piece of black duct tape covering his mouth and a "Censorship is Un-American" t-shirt. In his left hand he holds a stack of cue cards and in his right, a Sharpie. He tosses the marker to the side and holds up a card.
TOBIE
NOX
THORNE
He tosses the card to the side and holds up the next one.
TONIGHT
IN
SHANGHAI
He tosses the card.
I'M GONNA BEAT
THE HELL
OUT OF
YOU!
On to the next card.
REZNIK
IF YOU'RE
LOOKING
FOR ME…
He pulls the next card.
JUST
LOOK
FOR
THIS
Hammerstein picks up the Chicago Way Title and holds it towards the camera as the feed switches back to ringside.
Singles Match
Tobie Nox Thorne VS HammersteinA huge challenge for Tobie tonight in Shangai, where she's set to face an angry Hammerstein. The Chicago Way champion, orphan of his manager tonight, doesn't seem in the mood for playing, firing out of his corner as soon as the bell rang and taking the French girl off her feet with a big lariat. He moved on top of Tobie, dropping a flurry of forearms right to her face. TNT tried to protect herself with her arms, while wiggling and rolling her hips to adjust her position and use her BJJ knowledge to trap the champion in an arm bar from guard. Gian applauded his fam girlfriend's action, trying to spur her to hold onto it despite Hammerstein trying to power out. Tobie hang on tightly like her life depended on it, forcing the Chicago Way champion to a change of plan. With an outstanding effort Jacob lifted the former [R]evo champion and slammed her down with a one armed powerbomb, shaking his left arm to get some feelings back in it. The central part of the match was in Tobie's favor, as the Chicago Way champion seemed to suffer her speed. The blonde girl confirmed to be one of the most proficient strikers in Millennium today, dancing around Jacob and hitting him with her educated feet, targeting especially, but not always, the left arm. A spinning heel kick followed by a 450 splash was the closest to three as it could possibly get, a testament, if needed of the tenacity of Hammerstein, refusing to stay down. Eventually the Chicago Way champion was able to turn things back in his favor when he turned a crossbody attempt into a backbreaker. Now that he slowed down the pace of the match, Hammerstein started doing what he does best, tearing the opponent apart with his high impact moves. He stunned TNT with a vicious striking combination, firing her against the ropes and launching her halfway across the ring with The Pounce. Tobie rolled on the apron and slowly picked herself up, receiving a forearm strike to the jaw that set her up for a suplex that brought her back inside the ring. Tobie had a brief moment where it looked like she could get back on the driver seat, but her running ddt was only worthy a two. And after that, Hammerstein was back in control, even connecting the Steiner Screwdriver that would have meant the end of the match, if it wasn't for "Visualize" by Abiogenesis blaring out of the loudspeakers and catching the champion's attention. Just like he promised in the message he delivered, Raymond Reznik was here in Shangai tonight, walking down the ramp without taking his eyes off Hammy. The champion kept his cool, studying his movements while always keeping an eye on Tobie, who was just now starting to pull herself up. Reznik headed to the timekeeper table and grabbed the title and raised it up, taunting the champion to come and take it back from him. Hammerstein took a step toward the ropes but immediately stopped, looking at Tobie who just got back to her feet with the aid of the ropes. The champion looked conflicted, his pride pulling him toward Reznik and his professionalism telling him to stay. Tobie made the decision for him when she jumped and caught him for her leaping complete shot. Somehow the champion was able to block it and fall backwards, connected a ddt of sort. Reznik mouthed something the camera couldn't pick up, but it didn't distract Hammerstein from connecting a huge bicycle kick that sent Tobie flying against the corner, her head bouncing against the middle turnbuckle. Gian looked concerned, and rightfully so given Tobie's recent history of concussions. The French girl tried to stand up but she immediately lost balance, seemingly dazzled. Hammerstein went for the final blow but Gian's plead was listened by the referee who stepped between the two and checked on Tobie, declaring her unfit to continue. WINNER: Hammerstein BY: Referee Stoppage, 10:10 |
Peyton Holland: "This doesn't look good for Tobie..."
Jessi Idol: "Not at all.. She just got back from a concussion a couple of weeks ago..."
The doctor rushes to the ring to give medical attention to Tobie, who looked to be emotionally shaken, almost in tears. Gian is holding her hand trying to comfort her, and he keeps holding it as they make their way backstage among the applause of the fans. The camera moves then on Hammerstein who's now standing in front of Reznik. No words are needed between the two men, the tension is already palpable. Reznik lays the title down, his eyes glued on the Chicago Way champion who was hiding his gaze. And then they start brawling, for the joy of the twenty thousand in attendance. Hard, straight shots holding nothing back. Hammerstein ended up against the barricade but from there he was able to defend himself from the charging opponent with a kick to the face. He took Reznik down with a Lou Thesz Press, but Raymond immediately managed to roll over on top of Hammerstein, raining down lefts and rights. Until security stormed down to the ring and dragged him away.
Jessi Idol: "Not at all.. She just got back from a concussion a couple of weeks ago..."
The doctor rushes to the ring to give medical attention to Tobie, who looked to be emotionally shaken, almost in tears. Gian is holding her hand trying to comfort her, and he keeps holding it as they make their way backstage among the applause of the fans. The camera moves then on Hammerstein who's now standing in front of Reznik. No words are needed between the two men, the tension is already palpable. Reznik lays the title down, his eyes glued on the Chicago Way champion who was hiding his gaze. And then they start brawling, for the joy of the twenty thousand in attendance. Hard, straight shots holding nothing back. Hammerstein ended up against the barricade but from there he was able to defend himself from the charging opponent with a kick to the face. He took Reznik down with a Lou Thesz Press, but Raymond immediately managed to roll over on top of Hammerstein, raining down lefts and rights. Until security stormed down to the ring and dragged him away.
The hallway is buzzing with people. Vendors moving merchandise, caterers pushing carts of food, producers barking into headsets, and ring rats strutting around looking for some attention. Soon everyone stops and begins to part ways, taking to either side of the hallway as three figures enter into view. The hallway grows silent as the only sound heard is the clicking of expensive pink heels as Olivia Constantine comes into view. She is texting on her phone, probably discussing online if it is normal for her to enjoy kissing other girls. Behind her is her husband Chris Constantine Jr. He looks even more sour than usual, someone farted in his mouth. And behind him is a moving mountain, the Walking Disaster. REDD Thunder is carrying two sets of bags, one presumably his and the others his friend and financial benefactor.
A camera crew comes in to try and grab an interview with the three hottest and most important talents in professional wrestling. One being a giant thot, and another being the wife of Chris Jr. Olivia and Chris walk straight past the crew, not saying a word or even acknowledging their presence. Must be those sunglasses he's wearing that block out both UV rays AND poor people. However, REDD stops, never one to not speak his mind. He drops both bags and looks into the camera*
REDD Thunder:
Y’all probably wanna know how The Thunder is gonna handle going into the ring with his best buddy and confidant. Ya’ll all probably wanna know if the Thunder has it in him to take a swing at the husband of the sweetest little lady me have ever know, aside from my precious mother of course. Heck....Y’all probably want to know if The Thunder will even step into the ring and play this little game that Melissa Reeves thinks she is playing with me.
Let me tell you one thin and answer all three of these questions. The Thunder comes around the ring every single night ready to fight anyone and everyone that stand in my way. Be it Pinhead, Duke Andrews, Melissa Reeves....whom me pinned last week by the way....down to Jr himself. Me would even take a swing at my own dear mother and Jesus H. Christ himself if they get in my way. Nothing will stop and nothing can stop the Walking Disaster.
That jabroni of a champion we have here at Millennium needs to understand something and understand it good. You think setting me up in a match with my buddy and pal is gonna stop me from doing what me do best? And you think you being in the ring with us is gonna play any sort of factor at all in what me do? Listen jabroni, you pretty...not as pretty as The Thunder, but you also pretty dumb to think you can play mind games with me. There ain’t enough stuff in my head for you to mess around with. Between the training me do, lyrics to songs, and Pokemon move sets, there ain’t enough head space left in my big old brain for you to do anything with.
You can’t beat me physically....we have seen that Champ.
You can’t beat me mentally.....we are gonna see that tonight, Champ.
But don’t feel bad Melissa, no one can. This is absolute truth. This is a Law of Nature. And we who the LAW in Millennium is. Now get out of the Thunder’s way. Me have a title shot to earn.
Redd effortlessly picks up both bags, and stomps off. He does however check out a ring rat, nodding his head in approval.
Singles Match
Duke Andrews VS Kenzie GarrettNeither one of these two competitors seemed happy to be here. The Lockdown Champion, obviously, hated it for the mere fact that they were in China while Kenzie would have definitely liked more to have that match against Hammerstein that was cancelled last week. And yet here they were, pacing in circles in the first moments of this match, studying each other as this was the first meeting they had. It didn't last long, as Duke dropped on the mat and rolled out of the ring, saying he didn't want any of this. Kenzie mouthed something we don't deem appropriate to repeat and launched herself between the ropes taking Duke down with a suicide dive. She yelled something about having "a (expletive deleted) match for a change, and dragged Andrews back toward the ring, rolling him in and dropping an elbow on his head as it laid on the apron. She then reached the top rope, waiting for her opponent to stand up and jumping with a crossbody, hooking both legs to pin him down. Duke kicked out in two. A week of frustration finally found its outlet tonight, forcing Duke on the defensive trying to find a way to slow down the opponent's offense. He caught her leg during a middle kick attempt and quickly hit her with a forearm strike. She came back charging but Andrews slammed her to the mat with a STO. He started stomping her, but Kenzie rolled to her left and under the bottom rope. Duke dragged her up to her feet and tried to bring her back into the ring, but Kenzie rocked him with a kick to the head and jumped in with a springboard hurricanrana. A shining wizard gave Garrett a two count, Duke answered moments later with the Crossroads (leghook reverse sto) that almost gave him the win, and shifted the momentum back to his side. Kenzie showed great resilience and ring awareness when she got caught by the Killshot (V-Trigger), grabbing the bottom rope with her hand to break the pin. Chris Constantine showed when Duke seemed to be one move away from putting Kenzie down for good. Despite Andrews' interference awarded CCJ and Redd a win, he still had some unresolved issues with Michigan's Favorite Son. And he was telling him about that, adding a series of colorful expressions. Duke took his eyes off the prize to focus on Constantine, and Kenzie didn'tet this golden opportunity go to waste, planting the Lockdown Champion on his head with the spikerana called Grim Fandango and picking up the win. WINNER: Kenzie Garrett BY: Pinfall (Grim Fandango), 9:39 |
Peyton Holland: "Kenzie Garrett just pinned the Lockdown Champion!"
Jessi Idol: "Well, that's what you get when you lose focus."
Peyton Holland: "Hard not to, when you have Constantine coming for you."
Jessi Idol: "Perhaps he shouldn't have attacked him last week then..."
Jessi Idol: "Well, that's what you get when you lose focus."
Peyton Holland: "Hard not to, when you have Constantine coming for you."
Jessi Idol: "Perhaps he shouldn't have attacked him last week then..."
We open in a dark part of the arena. The female voice of Sophie O’Brian seems to emanate from somewhere.
Sophie O’Brian:
Pride comes before a fall…
A spotlight comes on. We can see a little more clearly now but still we see no one. A few moments later that changes as the beautiful black haired Sophie O’Brian steps into view from stage right. A stoic gaze is etched across her lovely features.
Sophie O’Brian:
Melissa Reeves, your champion, should take heed of the lessons of Adam and Eve. Pride got them cast out of the Garden of Eden. Take heed of the lessons of Lucifer, God’s most beautiful angel, who was cast out due to the sin of pride. Last week I pushed your champion to her limit and had it not been for certain individuals trying to stick their nose into our business, things could have turned out differently.
She pats herself on the chest.
Sophie O’Brian:
But I chose to fight alongside your champion, because at the time I wanted to defeat her within the letter of the law. I did not want to win because SHE was distracted. But then the first moment she saw an opportunity to take advantage she took it, and she put me down. Fair play to her. I even gave her credit. Did I receive any in response?
O’Brian shakes her head.
Sophie O’Brian:
None. Complete and utter disrespect. But that’s fine, I do not need nor do I want your respect. You know full well that I pushed you to your limit. You know I could have and probably would have beaten you had those two imbeciles not gotten involved and had we finished our one on one encounter as it should have. You want to pretend like it was all on the up and up but the world saw what happened. The world knows the truth and the truth is that I have your number and the mistake I made last week? I will not make it again. Never again. In fact, maybe next time if there is an attempted interference, perhaps I will take advantage of it, now that I know how you respond to those who try to do right by you.
The black haired beauty runs a hand through her hair.
Sophie O’Brian:
Friedrich Nietzsche says, “When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.” Well I am not tired and I will not be conquered any longer, so I will not live in the past. Instead I move forward and focus on you, Helena Noir.
She points a long slender finger into the camera
Sophie O’Brian:
Normally I would look forward to matching wits with someone like you. Going hold for hold, chain wrestling, I would absolutely adore the challenge. But tonight I am on a mission of redemption. I am on a mission to remind the roster of MWE that of all of the new influx of talent I am STILL the single biggest threat of them all. Tonight is about righting this ship after a performance last week that should have been my biggest, most substantial victory. Tonight my frustrations will be taken out on you, my dear. Wisdom will be the death of you.
The light suddenly shuts off and we are pitch black once again.
The cameras turn backstage where Melissa Reeves, referee shirt and all, is standing by with Bowie Kennedy.
Bowie Kennedy:
Melissa, tonight you-
Reeves holds a hand up.
Melissa Reeves:
Okay, first of all, introduce me properly.
Bowie frowns initially, but then nods.
Bowie Kennedy:
Ladies and gentlemen, Melissa Reeves.
The interviewer looks back toward Melissa, but still doesn't have her approval.
Melissa Reeves:
No, no. Properly, Bowie, come on.
She saps the title on her shoulder and Bowie seems to realise the point being made.
Bowie Kennedy:
Ladies and gentleman, the MWE Champion, Melissa Reeves.
Now Mel smiles and nods.
Melissa Reeves:
Much better. You may continue.
Bowie Kennedy:
Wow, thank you. So tonight you're due to referee the match between Chris Constantine Jr and Redd Thunder. Many are wondering just how fairly you'll call such a match?
The champion shrugs and takes a second before answering.
Melissa Reeves:
I'm offended by the suggestion I won't call it down the middle. See, now here's the deal. I don't care which one wins. I don't care who I have to fight. Neither really deserves it and I did them a favour by having this match get booked to give them any semblance of a legitimate claim to challenging for this title.
The champion shakes her head.
Melissa Reeves:
But without that? They've got nothing. So tonight they're going to have to fight each other and see which one sucks the least. I don't care which it is, do to answer? I'll be calling it down the middle, obviously.
Bowie seems unsure if to believe that, but presses on.
Bowie Kennedy:
You've been on something of a good run lately, with your title run here in Millennium and now a second title run in your other company. That must give you confidence going forward?
Melissa Reeves:
Of course it does, but I was confident before. Well this does is solidify what I already knew; that I'm damn good at what I do. And here's the thing, you get your Twitter idiots wanting to talk nonsense, your people hiding online behind anonymity and all that. But when push comes to shove, I get results. That's a fact. That's a damn fact.
She pulls the microphone a little closer.
Melissa Reeves:
And unlike other so-called champions, I don't need to hide to protect my reign. I'll fight anyone there proven they deserve a shot. Remember that.
She smirks and walks away, leaving Kennedy to wrap up by herself.
Singles Match
Sophie O'Brien VS Helena NoirSophie O'Brian, although coming up short, looked impressive last week in her bout against the MWE Champion Melissa Reeves,confirming as a force to be reckon with. Tonight she stepped into the ring with Helena Noir, who had her hands quite full during this Chinese tour between the Tag Tournament and Joey Leclair. With the Death Dealer banned from ringside, Helena's could put her whole focus on the task at hand, taking Sophie down with a drop toe hold and tried to keep her grounded. Being a submission specialist herself, O'Brian slipped through the hold and pulled herself up, kicking Noir in the stomach and sending her against the ropes with an Irish whip, reversed by the last Liberty Champion who then caught Sophie with a leg lariat on the rebound. She connected a knee drop, trying an early pinfall attempt and picking up a two count. The match kept going back and forth, passing the 10 minutes mark with none of the competitors really getting any advantage. Sophie had now the opponent in the corner where she was hitting Helena with stiff kicks. When the referee asked her to break it up, she sent the tattooed woman in the opposite corner and charged in. Helena moved away and avoided the splash, moving behind Sophie and wrapping her arms around her neck in a sleeper hold, connecting a suplex from that position. She then waited for her to stand up and doubled her over with a kick to the stomach and set her up for a cradle ddt. The fans jumped on their feet as Helena dropped Sophie on her head with the ddt and completed the Fondu Au Noir locking her in the Guillotine Choke. Sophie tried to fight out of it, before the submission would cause her to fade out. Somehow she managed to force Helena to lose the grip on her leg, and she used the opening to bridge over, pinning Noir's shoulders to the mat. Helena kicked out but she had to let the opponent go. As they were now standing face to face again, Sophie ducked the right hand and caught Helena with the Death Of Wisdom, a modified version of the codebreaker. Now that Helena was down, Sophie locked her in her Wisdom (Muta lock) and despite Helen's attempt to resist, picked up the win by submission. WINNER: Sophie O'Brian BY: Submission (Wisdom), 15:16 |
Peyton Holland: "A very even contest, but in the end it was O'Brian who picked up the win."
Jessi Idol: "Sophie has been on a roll since stepping foot in MWE, she even pushed the MWE Champion to her limit last week."
Peyton Holland: "It's pretty clear what's her goal here in Millennium. And rest assured, she's not going to stop until she gets there."
Jessi Idol: "Sophie has been on a roll since stepping foot in MWE, she even pushed the MWE Champion to her limit last week."
Peyton Holland: "It's pretty clear what's her goal here in Millennium. And rest assured, she's not going to stop until she gets there."
Luna Smith’s strike takes over the show with multiple members dressed in yellow, blue or pink t-shirts with Luna was Wronged across them. A few are carrying signs while Luna Smith is dressed to go out with a black and gold after party bustier and some leather look, fitted black pants. Luna’s hair and makeup have been done to make her look absolutely stunning and she gets her microphone handed to her by the referee rather than fetch her own.
Luna Smith:
After the “attempted” title match that tried to take place, it’s clear Millennium are trying to downplay my protest and expect me to move out of the spotlight so Tiffany can face “someone else”.
She purses her lips together angrily and lightly shakes her head.
Luna Smith:
She didn’t beat me, she was going to lose to me and that title reign as far as I’m concerned ended there and then. My demands have been chanted, Holly has sent multiple emails and made several dozen phone calls to make it right. I even had to do one myself and yet, MWE wanted to put “someone else” in my title shot.
Luna rolls her eyes with big dramatic effect, reliving that horrible idea to give someone else what she rightfully believed was hers and shudders at the thought of it being someone else to end that reign.
Luna Smith:
Not happening. I’m the Star of this show, and until my demands are met.
This is when Luna’s snapping her fingers to prompt two helpers to set out a slightly modified steel chair in purple with a built in cushion for Luna. Her name on the back. The other is a foot rest for her that’s placed in front of her when she sits down.
Luna Smith:
The whole show is going to be on strike.
Luna is then handed her pink daiquiri from another helper. As she crosses her legs and sits back in her custom chair, she takes a few seconds to soak in the boos of disapproval. That all changes when “Very Ape” by Nirvana kicks in, signalling the arrival of the Cloud Gate Champion; the one who never did beat Luna. Tiff Rollins, donning her casual look of a pair of ripped jeans and a black band t-shirt, with her championship belt draped across her shoulder and a microphone of her own at hand, stood on top of the ramp as Luna’s followers gather before her, forming a line between the ring and the champion. Tiffany is not amused by what she’s seeing.
Tiff Rollins:
You call this a strike? Looks more like a pop concert…
That remark doesn’t phase Luna at all; she instead rolls her eyes as if to say “Whatever”, but Tiff is far from done.
Tiff Rollins
But you know what? I get it. I didn’t beat you the way I would have liked to. After everything you did to me, all I want is to rip all you hair out and kick your teeth down your throat, and as of right now, nothing would make me happier. But quite frankly, you’re just a joke.
This grabs Luna’s attention…
Tiff Rollins
I’m willing to defend this title against just about anyone, but honestly, you never deserved a shot in the first place. If anything, what that “somebody else” did in our match saved you from the biggest ego check of your entire life.
Luna looks downright insulted now…
Tiff Rollins
And that “somebody else” is not just “somebody else”. Ana Starling is...well...things are a little different…
Tiffany starts to dwell on the Songbird, now oblivious to Luna’s frustration in the ring.
Tiff Rollins
...this isn’t about this title. It’s about family. We broke Andreas’s rule...I broke his rule...and as much as it pains me not to take it back...we need to settle this...I need answers. I want to know why she would go this far, and as sorry as I am to Andreas, I will get answers, even if I have to beat them out of her. This is more important than some stupid strike. This is personal…
The tension is instantly broken as Luna yawns loudly into the mic, cutting the champion off completely. Tiff looks absolutely appalled by this.
Luna Smith:
Save your family issues for Dr. Phil. I’m still the Star of this show, and I deserve my rematch.
After sitting her daiquiri on the mat, she pulls out her phone and holds it into the air, waving it clearly so Tiffany can see.
Luna Smith:
But if you really want to make things personal, maybe I should give Coen a call right now…
This enrages Tiffany, who drops her mic and Cloud Gate title onto the stage and marches down the ramp with a furious passion. She’s blocked from entering the ring by the group of protestors, but that doesn’t stop the camera from picking up the shorter girl’s curses. In the ring, Luna just shrugs her off, feeling rather accomplished by getting under the champ’s skin; something that has become so easy and natural for her lately. But the attention was taken away by a loud shrill call, and the flapping of wings. As the fans looked about themselves, and Tiffany and Luna gazed upwards, the sight of a black flying creature could be seen, circling around the ring like in was in the midst of a hunt. It fell down sharply, landing upon the commentary table, startling Jessi and Peyton as the raven glared at them. It seemed about ready to take a step towards them, but moved swiftly and took flight again as a high pitched whistle could be heard over the P.A. System.
Anastasia Starling:
Now is not the time…
Came the elegant voice of The Pale Winged Passerine, emerging from the shadows of the curtain, attired in jet black from head to toe, jeans with hints of a sparkle, a dark tank top and finished with a classy leather jacket, black feathers seemingly growing out from the shoulders. Completing the look was that raven’s mask, making her both hauntingly beautiful and terrifyingly stunning at the same time, her dark curls tied sharply back as if she was ready for a fight. The bird flew up again, letting out it’s groan, as Starling lifted the microphone to her lips.
Anastasia Starling:
Luna, Luna, Luna… Named for a moon, believes they are The Star. It’s an interesting take, as was your decision to ‘return the favour’ last week. It was quite fitting, I must admit, and I did wonder if you would ever raise a battle cry and enter the field once again. I almost thought you wouldn’t, rolling over and playing dead again… like a dog.
The audience let out a ‘oooh’ as she tilted her head towards Luna, then her eyes cast round the arena wildly, from the crowd to the commentators and back again.
Anastasia Starling:
But it does make me wonder, if you were so important, if you were the Star of the Show, if you were the be all and end all like you so describe… Why was nothing done? Why did they not appease you? Why did the higher ups of MWE not bend their knees and bow, giving into your childish tantrums, your infant protests, your little lost puppy barks?
The raven, Alexa, landed upon Ana’s shoulder and she took a step forward, not daunted in the slightest by those in the area, or the eyes casting to her now.
Anastasia Starling:
Instead… they acquired almost an entire roster of new, exciting talent. All eager to fight for their place, all determined to win their spot, take their chance, battle for glory. And then there is you… whining. Moaning. Whinging. Crying. Throwing all your squeaky toys out of the kennel and scratching at the doors, whimpering. Almost as if you are also governed by the ‘Thoughts of Dog’.
Her eyes cast over as she waltzed past Tiffany, her eyes not even locking on her, but elsewhere instead, before shooting over to Luna in the ring once more, who sat there glaring at the Polish Passerine.
Anastasia Starling:
You have become replaceable, Luna. You spent so much time thinking all about yourself, that you couldn’t open your eyes to the bigger picture, clouded by false judgement, blinded by the bright lights and your own reflection and you couldn’t see the forest through the trees. And just like so many others, when you thought you were reaching your brightest moment, you became just another dying star going dim in the night sky...
She paused for a moment, looking into the front row, her eyes watering ever so slightly, before she composed herself, removing those little black wings from her back, and handing them to a young fan in the front, who was nervous and maybe scared, but held their shaking hands out nonetheless.
Anastasia Starling:
And you, Rollins… or is it Tompkins? Halliwell? Lasiewicz even? Have you used the family name yet and made claim? Or is that the next step in all this? You wanted truth, you wanted answers, you wanted a reason for all of this? I will give this to you now, seeing as you weren’t smart enough to work it out yourself, nor where you smart enough to realize that your own actions all have repercussions.
Starling’s eyes shot to Tiffany, who while angered, was clearly wanting to hear Ana’s words.
Anastasia Starling:
Once upon a time, a terrible truth was revealed. A truth of who you are, who you have always been. It was leaked out, and you were challenged… And in a beautiful, truthful and honest interview, conducted in such an elegant and classy manner, the truth came out. Little Tiffany was the great, great Heather Lasiewicz’s niece. A secret that… maybe she was embarrassed about? No, can’t be that. Maybe she didn’t want people to know the real reason she received extra attention from my Uncle in the RISE Gym? Possibly that. Or was it that she wanted to make a name for herself, make her own existence shine out so brightly and not be directly tied to her bloodline? She said it was that, and at one stage I believed it.
She paced around, shooting a glare to the commentators, and a smile to the crowd, ignoring the protesters who grew silent as she approached.
Anastasia Starling:
For many years, I did not know my own heritage, and I built myself on the name Starling before anyone in the industry, myself included, knew I came from the lines of Lasiewicz and Bongartz. And the respect only grew, as did the respect I had for you for your decision. It must have been hard sheltering the secret, it was brave to take that path, it was true of heart to be true to yourself before giving in to the fame of your name. And I smiled… I had a new cousin.
And then the accusing finger came, pointing out to Tiffany like a gloved talon, and the glare of those green and blues could cut metal.
Anastasia Starling:
And then you gave it all up.
She paused, letting it sink in as Tiffany stared her own hole in Anastasia.
Anastasia Starling:
Only a few short months later, the interview was all forgotten. Because she had found a new family. A family of liars, cheats, scoundrels and attention seekers. She threw her hat in with the scum of the industry, the blood drenched, the shock horror violent, the dirt that would rub against the clean. The Rollins Clan. And this wasn’t just an alliance, this was worship, this was adoration, this was a grown ass woman, though shorter in stature, a GROWN WOMAN… Giving up her family, giving up on those that supported her, were loyal to her, that gave without taking… And a grown woman who was adopted like a dog, pretending to be a stray.
Her eyes cast back to Luna, comparing the two in a wicked way, before she took a breath and continued on, clutching at that chain.
Anastasia Starling:
You can’t pick your family, you just honour them. That is a phrase that goes around and rings so true, and yet you decided to pick another one. One that… on many an occasion, has purposely attempted to ruin the one you were part of. Through Jinzai, and Project Venom, and your ‘mother’. Ones that went to ruin, purge, pillage, mindwarp and destroy. And those were the ones you chose. Those were the ones you wanted to become. While your real family, your actual family, the ones who were there without question… Were abandoned. You see… I am often called such things as Deceiver’s Daughter, Liar Princess and such other things because, in simple terms… My father has been a little troublesome to a great many.
There was a mild chuckle from certain members of the audience, who all knew well of the former Isaac Bongartz, the man known as Bobby B. Barabbas, the owner of the Underground.
Anastasia Starling:
But family… is family. Blood is blood, heritage is heritage and heart is heart. And I never have and never will give up on heart. No matter how much it pains, how much it aches, how hard it gets. Because that, that is real. That is true, and that is what pumps the blood through your veins. And you gave yours up, and mine gave up on me… and you went against every moral, every lesson and everything you ever stood for. Hell, I remember a time that you vowed that you would never, ever step through the doors of the Underground because of what happened to RISE… what happened? They happened. No morals, no honour, no truth, just lies and lies and violence with meaning, just for the sake of it… Heck… What are you going to do? Ask your new mother to stand up for you? Last time she came at me, I kicked her fucking pink haired face in.
There was a loud ‘oooh’ from the crowd, some of which knew of Anastasia’s matches with Brytain Rollins, and Ana was truly fired up now, firing off her words like they were coming from a machine gun, and those talons pointed back at Tiffany as the raven, Alexa, flew up into the air again.
Anastasia Starling:
That title… That title is one to be proud of. It’s one to be honoured, for the reigns, for the history, for everything that it stands for. It’s a title that anyone, anyone in this industry would be proud to stand for, fight for, compete for, defend… And this isn’t about the title. It’s not all about that gorgeous championship belt that you just tossed to the floor like it was nothing.
Starling now removed her jacket, dropping it to the floor. There seemed to be some dark tape covering her left shoulder, and in the height of her emotions, she almost went to rip off that raven’s mask of hers, but a short gaze into the front row stopped her, and instead she fired off her final barrage.
Anastasia Starling:
This is about truth, this is about honour, this is about not giving up on what would never, ever give up on you. It’s about hope… and change. About evolving, dying, transcending life and sport and business. It’s about not being the coward who refuses to fight for what they believe in, who doesn’t protest and instead acts. It’s about loyalty to the ones who got you to the game, who brought you into life, who loved and supported you and just want to stand by your side as equals, not using you as an underling, or a fashion statement, or to bully and blame and ridicule and torment for their fucking enjoyment. It’s about truth… and want… and need… and honour. And if I have to be the voice of this, and that, and hope and change… I will. And you say I am a Monster, and I am… But you will never find a lie in these monstrous eyes and I will say everything to your face, because this voice isn’t reading from a fucking autocue!
She screamed out, dropping a bomb on the arena as she looked ready to fight, with Tiffany and Luna both giving her the evils. Many covered their mouths at Tiff and Luna’s reaction, and the words that Ana spewed out, and she had an inferno building in her eyes as she clutched at that chain around her neck.
Feminine Voice:
Ladies...
And just when all hell was about to break loose, the General Manager of Millennium Chloe Collins came out to the ring, for the first time since taking the job, further proof of how delicate and explosive the situation was. She slowly walked down the ramp, trying to defuse the situation with her olympic calm. Her stride, so placid and composed in contrast with the frantic run of the Holly's helpers who were quickly leaving the ring, almost stumbling on one another.
Chloe Collins:
I've been following the developments of this situation very thouroughly.
She stops midway on the ramp, at safe distance from the trio.
Chloe Collins:
Luna... Although you choose to express your concerns in a... questionable way, you do raise a good point. Your last shot at the Cloud Gate Championship was marred by Anastasia's interference. And something similar can be said for miss Starling's opportunity last week.
Her attention shifted to the Pale Winged Passerine, then at Tiffany and back to Luna.
Chloe Collins:
I look at you three inside this ring tonight, and I see the future of Millennium. The future of this company and, why not? The future of this business.
I look at you...
A small pause for dramatic effect.
Chloe Collins:
And I see the main event of Way Of The Dragon. Next Tuesday in Nantong, Tiff Rollins will defend her title against Luna Smith and Anastasia Starling in a Triple Threat.
The announcement was welcomed by the fans with loud cheers. Luna would have prefered a one on one match against the champion, but the news still put a smile on her face. Hard to read Ana's expression, her features concealed behind the Raven's mask. But she never stopped clutching at her necklace, her heterocromia afflicted eyes staring at the General Manager, or perhaps at something past her. Tiffany instead was still glaring at her cousin, Ana's words most definitely struck to the young champion's heart, although she was doing her best to hide her emotions.
The show cut to a commercial break.
Singles Match
Melissa Reeves Special Referee
Redd Thunder VS Chris Constantine JuniorMelissa Reeves Special Referee
Melissa brought the two competitors to the center of the ring. With a smirk, she quickly reminded them the rules. Constantine shook his head, while REDD stared at his friend. The bell rang and the two competitors started moving in circles. Chris swung a couple of punches that ended well far away from the Thunder's face. Then he raised his hand, almost challenging the much bigger man to a test of strength. REDD seemed amused and accepted the challenge, grabbing Chris' hand with his. As soon as he did, the two men hugged in the middle of the ring, a further sign of their tight. Suddenly Chris started screaming and tapping his hand on REDD's shoulder furiously. He was tapping out to the hug! The fans were booing loudly, Olivia at ringside was screaming at Mel to ring the damn bell. And the referee had to do just that. WINNER: REDD Thunder BY: Submission (Hug), 0:36 |
As soon as the bell rang, the farce was over. REDD broke the temible hug and Chris miraculously felt well. The duo turned to the referee, looking to give the Walking Disaster an advantage before his title match next week. Melissa was kinda expecting this and wasted no time, immediately taking out Constantine with the Facial Deconstructor. She then went one on one with REDD, trading blows not at all intimidated by the size disadvantage. The Law had the best of the exchange and sent Mel against the ropes. The MWE Champion came back and nailed him with a tornado DDT. Her moments of glory didn't last long, the number games eventually became a factor and she found herself helpless against the rivals' combined attacks.
Things looked pretty bad for Reeves, at the mercy of the two assailants. And suddenly, the cavalry came. The Lockdown Champion Duke Andrews rushed down the ramp, much like last week wearing the American flag like a cape. He entered the ring wielding a chair, threatening Constantine and Duke with it. Chris immediately took a step back, while REDD showed some more courage, almost daring Duke to swing it.
Slowly Melissa stood up, glancing at her unexpected savior. The four wrestlers stood there for a moment, unmoving. The tension could be cut with a knife, the situation was about to explode. It only needed a little spark, someone to make the first move.
And that someone was Duke.
Blasting Melissa Reeves with a chairshot to the face.
Chris bursted out laughing, briefly hugging Duke and patting him on the back. The trio then started stomping the MWE Champion until they got tired. Then Duke and Chris picked her up and tossed her in REDD's arms for his Brutal Force Algorithm. Then Duke laid the American flag on Mel's motionless body while Olivia joined them inside the ring as they posed for the camera. Even without a microphone close to him, the camera still picked up Chris saying "American Pain Experience."
And on that image, the show went off air.
Things looked pretty bad for Reeves, at the mercy of the two assailants. And suddenly, the cavalry came. The Lockdown Champion Duke Andrews rushed down the ramp, much like last week wearing the American flag like a cape. He entered the ring wielding a chair, threatening Constantine and Duke with it. Chris immediately took a step back, while REDD showed some more courage, almost daring Duke to swing it.
Slowly Melissa stood up, glancing at her unexpected savior. The four wrestlers stood there for a moment, unmoving. The tension could be cut with a knife, the situation was about to explode. It only needed a little spark, someone to make the first move.
And that someone was Duke.
Blasting Melissa Reeves with a chairshot to the face.
Chris bursted out laughing, briefly hugging Duke and patting him on the back. The trio then started stomping the MWE Champion until they got tired. Then Duke and Chris picked her up and tossed her in REDD's arms for his Brutal Force Algorithm. Then Duke laid the American flag on Mel's motionless body while Olivia joined them inside the ring as they posed for the camera. Even without a microphone close to him, the camera still picked up Chris saying "American Pain Experience."
And on that image, the show went off air.