Post by gvb on Dec 21, 2019 19:08:15 GMT -6
MWE presents: Way Of The Dragon -night 2
Live from Nantong Stadium in Nantong
Wednesday, December 18th, 2019
Unlike last night, there's no live performance to open the show, but the song remains the same. "Firebird" by Ironblade blares out of the loudspeakers and the Nantong Stadium comes to life with cheers so loud that they almost covered the noise of pyrotechnics exploding on the stage. We quickly cut to the commentary booth where the voices of both Millennium and Riot welcome the fans to the second night of Way Of The Dragon.
The team seems to be in high spirits, pumped up for the night that awaits them and everyone watching. Figgles is also happy that the Chinese tour is finally over, but Zackary quickly shuts him up, reminding him that there has already been enough controversy surrounding this set of shows, and there's no need to stir up any more. Jessi quickly switches the focus back to the card, highlighting the first title match between Duke and Bobbi, wondering if the American Pain Experience will be involved. And while Figgles praised the newly formed trio and wished they'd take the MWE championship as well, Peyton quickly jumped to the Riot Championship match, asking Dyson to talk about it. And Zack talks about the rivalry between Hearst and Rydell, pointing out how quickly things escalated. The Tag Team championship match is the next topic, with the biggest question being Bree's condition, after the damage taken last night. The main event is obviously the one everyone was looking forward to, although Holland said that Kelsey Spencer and Heath Williams is a match we saw quite often in the past two months, but tonight's one might top them all, more so with the new attitude shown by the Australian in her recent promo.
But the time for talking is over, the show is about to begin.
It may only be early in the night, but Melissa Reeves makes an appearance as things head backstage. Alongside the MWE Champion is the woman aspiring to be the next Lockdown Champion, Bobbi Jackson.
Melissa is leaning against a wall, her MWE title on her shoulder and the newly won Underground North American title at her waist. She’s wearing her regular clothes, sporting a Bobbi Jackson shirt and jeans. Just beside her sits her baseball bat.
Bobbi who’s match is up relatively soon is already in her wrestling gear. Her wireless headphones hanging around her neck and some low sounding tunes can be heard coming out of them. Part of the blonde’s pre-match ritual. But tonight in her mind, this conversation she’s currently having with Reeves is much more important.
As the cameras get closer they catch what the champ is saying to the Phoenix....
Melissa Reeves:
Look, I get it. That guy Duke? He’s an annoying piece of trash.
Bobbi Jackson:
He’s the worst. I’ve had it up to here with him. This opportunity is a long time coming…
Bobbi responds with a hint of frustration in her voice before Melissa replies.
Melissa Reeves:
But tonight you get that chance you’ve wanted. You get to take him out and you know something? After what he did, getting his nose up in my business? I want to see you make him pay.
Bobbi nods, there is a look of determination in the eyes of the challenger tonight as she looks directly at Reeves.
Bobbi Jackson:
Duke has been a thorn in my side for far too long now. The last time, I had him beat and he ran away. Took a count-out loss to save his championship. I’m done with that, no more running. Because after what he did to you last week? Aligning himself with those two idiots? He made the biggest mistake of his life, he brought the two of us together. And with us on the same page none of these chumps are safe.
Bobbi grins a bit a plan clearly formulating in her mind.
Bobbi Jackson:
Tonight we need to have each others backs. To make sure what has been happening lately? It can’t happen again. I need you to make sure Duke can’t run away tonight. I need him in the ring to tap him out so I can win that Lockdown championship. Then later on tonight during the main event I can make sure Redd’s buddies stay out of your business and you can bloody that big oaf and retain your championship. What do you think?
Bobbi asks as she places a hand on the wall and leans against it a bit, letting Melissa think about what she had just proposed.
Melissa Reeves:
Wherever I go, whenever I’m out there? I’m never alone.
She looks down at the bat beside her.
Melissa Reeves:
...but you’re right, we’ve got a mutual interest in making sure these clowns go home empty handed and I’m not too stubborn to accept the truth. You want my help? You want me to help you take down Duke?
The champ smirks and shrugs, then extends her hand out toward Bobbi.
Melissa Reeves:
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, after all...right?
Bobbi kinda chuckles.
Bobbi Jackson:
Don’t get it twisted champ. If this was one on one and I could guarantee Duke wasn’t going to run away like the chicken shit coward that he is. I feel like I’d be okay. But I can’t control him running away. I can’t control his newfound friends getting involved. There’s a lot of unknown variables going into not only my match tonight...but yours as well.
The Phoenix shrugs.
Bobbi Jackson:
But you are right. The enemy of my enemy is absolutely my friend. You know I’ve always respected you. I’ve made no secret as to why I signed for this company. Someday? In the future? I’d love to step into the ring and wrestle you. But now is not the time or the place. For now. We have to work together. Simply put champ? You’ve got my back and I’ve got yours!
Bobbi extends her hand out in return as she and Melissa shake hands forming a new alliance that Millennium could have never seen coming just one week prior. It’s funny how things can change in the blink of an eye. Reeves herself smirks, firmly gripping that handshake.
Melissa Reeves:
Good luck, Bobbi, and don’t forget this little deal of ours.
Melissa pulls Jackson just a little closer, then releases the hand and takes a step back, picking her bat up.
Melissa Reeves:
Be seeing you soon.
Bobbi nods putting her headphones on as Melissa walks away as she says to herself.
Bobbi Jackson:
Tonight is our night…
The Phoenix walks in the opposite direction to head back to her locker room to find Alexa as the show returns to ringside for the next match.
Tag Team Match
Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh VS The SteelesVS Nightfall Rising
A three way tag team match to kick off night two, a fast paced match dominated in the first part by Nightfall Rising who isolated the flamboyant Teddy and dominated the first part of the match with quick tags and combined moves, obtaining a very close near fall with the running single leg dropkick/reverse bulldog combination. Rhett Adelson entered the ring and broke up the pin, receiving a harsh glare from his friend and fellow Nightfall trainee Donovan Keane. Exploiting Jay's distraction, Teddy sneaked away and made the tag to his wife, who entered the ring all guns blazing, planting Gallagher on top of his head with a Tornado DDT. With a kip up, she stood back to her feet and knocked down his teammate with a dropkick, charging at the opposite side of the ring and do the same to Qiyara. Rhett stepped in with the intent of avenging his partner, but the referee blocked him. With the ref attention diverted, Kate hit Jay with a low blow and followed with her Silence Is Golden, only obtaining a two count. Qiyara Singh was nothing short than impressive in her ppv debut. The India born was hitting Donnie with her Muay Thai combinations, knocking him down with a running jumping knee. Teddy dove in to break the pinfall attempt, receiving a superoxide for his troubles. Keane used this distraction to crawl to the nearest corner and tag Kate in. It was a very technical, although short, exchange between the two women, ended with a swinging neckbreaker from Kate. Singh kicked out in two and blocked a suplex attempt, giving the tag to Rhett. The place immediately picked up with Adelson in, a springboard Roundhouse knocked Steele down. Climbing to the top, he nailed a beautiful shooting star press, but Jay was quick to make the save. Teddy entered the ring as well, and so did Donnie and Qiyara for a chaotic brawl. One by one they all ended up on the outside leaving Rhett alone with Kate who missed the Roundhouse Kick and got caught with Adelson's Explosion (running single leg dropkick) for the win. WINNER: Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh BYM Pinfall (Explosion), 9:44 |
Peyton Holland: "Here it is, the first win for Rhett and Qiyara"
Jessi Idol: "After coming up short despite two outstanding performances against BreeTee and Brothers McMillion, they finally turned their luck around."
Peyton Holland: "Let me tell you one thing Jessi. We're going to hear about them real soon. The future is bright for these two."
Jessi Idol: "After coming up short despite two outstanding performances against BreeTee and Brothers McMillion, they finally turned their luck around."
Peyton Holland: "Let me tell you one thing Jessi. We're going to hear about them real soon. The future is bright for these two."
The camera pans on Duke Andrews walking into the building. Flanked with Chris Constantine Jr and Redd Thunder on either side of him. A plethora of security behind them as they walk in through the overhead door used for the trucks carrying equipment.
Duke Andrews:
Tonight is the night boys. Tonight is the night we show the world exactly what happens when the three single greatest assets in MWE join forces. We show everyone that our power will take us straight to the top.
It was at this point that Duke stepped back, the other two walking forward. His Carhartt ball cap was worn and dirty, his long beard somewhat in place yet somewhat dis shoveled. He smirked as he looked down at his black t-shirt. The red white and blue font reading “Impeach Deez Nuts” allowing the world another chance to look at his visible support for the current President of the United States of America.
He pulled the camel colored Carhartt backpack from his shoulders as he looked back at the camera.
Duke Andrews:
Bob, get a look at this. Get a peak at what you’ll never touch.
Duke unzipped the black zipper before reaching in. Pulling the Lockdown Championship belt from the bag and tossing it over his shoulder. His tattooed hands slapping the gold plate.
Duke Andrews:
Being forced against my will to come to a country that doesn’t support my views and beliefs only because the “powers that be” couldn’t give a shit less about anything besides another dollar, I came prepared.
Duke turns his head at the security team behind him.
Duke Andrews:
When money is no object, you do what you need to do in order to make sure you make it to the next tour, which is probably Venezuela, Cuba, or North Korea.
Duke scoffed briefly.
Duke Andrews:
But back on the topic at hand, Bob. You. You are the topic. You’re the agenda for the evening. And in a little while you’ll be standing before me hoping and praying i didn’t bring my C game. Because you know that you can’t beat me at my A game. You’ve tried getting in my head. Getting on a plane and going to my city, only to be laughed at. Passing out in the ring. Whining on Twitter. All because you think you can. You think you can. You think you can.
Duke pauses as he runs his hand through his beard.
Duke Andrews:
But i know you can’t. I know you can’t. I know you can’t beat me, even if i was handicapped with my hand tied behind my back. You are not on my level. And the reason why I chose the submission stipulation, is to prove that without a shadow of a doubt I’m the greatest all around wrestler on this roster.
The cold stare turns to a smirk.
Duke Andrews:
I know that deep down you can agree. But I’ll have zero problem showing you once again why i am that damn good. You’ll soon be standing in the line of those that continued to doubt me, you and Christian can reminisce on the times you thought you were better only to realize I’m an absolute machine in that ring. And i don’t care who is standing across from me, I’m going to win.
Duke grabs the title off of his shoulder and raises it above his head.
Duke Andrews:
Get used to this sight, sweet cheeks, you’ll be known as the little airhead that thinks she could. And I’ll still be the Lockdown Champion.
Lockdown Championship Match
Duke's rule: Submission
Duke Andrews (c) VS Bobbi JacksonDuke's rule: Submission
Will the third time be a charm for Bobbi Jackson? The Rising Phoenix lost in her first shot at Duke back at Homecoming, passing out in his Goodnight. In the rematch they had in Guangzhou in the first Millennium on Chinese soil, Duke took the easy way out and the count out loss to retain his strap. A lot has changed on the past month or so, the growing dissatisfaction about the management choice to perform in China has brought Duke closer to Constantine and REDD, giving birth to the APE, one more threat over Bobbi's dream to capture the gold, even with the MWE Champion watching her back. The match finally started with a long chain wrestling sequence. With this being the third encounter between them, they knew each other all too well, countering and reversing each other's move. This display of technique was interrupted by a knee to the stomach from Duke who then switched to a more direct style. Hard chops and uppercuts followed by a devastating powerbomb. The Rising Phoenix took quite some damage in the first part of the match, but she was still in it, pulling herself up and and trying to break free from the front chancery with a series of punches to the abdomen. Duke wasn't letting go, nor even weakening his grasp seemingly absorbing the impact of Bobbi's punches that, in all honesty, seemed to be getting weaker and weaker as her forces were abandoning her. And eventually she stopped wasting energy on something that clearly wasn't working, dropping on her knees instead. The jawbreaker was got her free from the hold and bought her some time to catch her breath. When Duke charged at her, she caught him with some kicks to the leg, prelude to a sprocket that sent the champion looking at the stars. Jackson then grabbed his legs and attempted the to lock the trials by fire, almost falling in the same trap she fell for at Homecoming, barely avoiding getting caught in Duke's Hell's Gate. After dodging the bullet, Bobbi went back to work, focusing her offense on the lower back of the opponent with moves like a diving double foot stomp. The veteran was starting to feel it, arching his back as he pulled himself up. He still had the strength lift Bobbi and connect the Andrews Effect, quickly switching to a rear naked choke. Once again Bobby was in big troubles, Duke's strong arms literally squeezing the life out of her. Digginv down deep, she found the strength to drag herself closer to the nearby ropes and extend her foot to touch them and break up the submission. Duke held on it until and for a moment it looked like he wasn't letting go and take the disqualification, but he in the end he released the grasp. Always confident Duke perhaps counted her opponent out too soon, getting caught off guard with an unpretttier. And there it was, the Trial By Fire, the sharpshooter that gave Bobbi so many wins in recent times here in MWE. As predictable, the rest of the APE immediately came out on the ramp. Right behind them was Melissa Reeves with a baseball bat, keeping up her part of the deal. The MWE Champion shook her head calling the two men's attention. Constantine laughed, sending Redd to deal with her while he walked unbothered toward the ring. Or so he thought. Jumping over the barricade, Sophie O'Brian blocked his path forcing him to recoil up to the stage. Mel and Sophie were exchanged a look. There was no love lost between them, but tonight, for a moment, they were allies. Meanwhile in the ring Jackson was putting as much pressure as she could on Duke. Andrews was far away from the ropes, his face writhing in pain as he was trying to resist the excruciating submission. He raised his arm, looking like he was about to tap out, gritting his teeth and desperately trying to resist. And then the miracle he needed happened. Another figure silently slid inside the ring. Their face was covered by a hood picturing a snake's head, and the whole hoodie had a python motive printed on it. Could this be the infamous "Snakebite" set to debut later tonight? Bobbi still wasn't aware of what was going on, her back turned to the mysterious individual. But Duke looked shocked at their appearance, widening his eyes. Snakebite shrugged their shoulders and kicked Bobbi in the back. The referee had no choice but to call for the bell. WINNER: Bobbi Jackson (DUKE ANDREWS STILL CHAMPION) BY: DQ, 14:47 |
As soon as the bell rang, Snakebite disappears as quick as they came. Bobbi is pleading her case with the referee, who tells her that he simply had to follow the rules. APE run past Mel and Sophie and reach the ring, pulling Duke out. O'Brian glares at Reeves whispering an ominous "see you soon" before leaving and heading backstage. Mel reaches the distraught Phoenix, trying to comfort her. Their eyes then, as well as Chris' Redd's and Duke's turn to Snakebite, who's still watching them from the opposite side of the barricade. The mysterious figure unzips their hoodie. Even before their face is revealed, the elaborated tattoo fully covering her left gives her identity away.
Zackary Dyson: "That's... Nina?"
Sir Figgles: "And the mysterious Snakebite, apparently"
Zackary Dyson: "... I have so many questions"
Sir Figgles: "Well, spare me then. I don't have any answer."
Sir Figgles: "And the mysterious Snakebite, apparently"
Zackary Dyson: "... I have so many questions"
Sir Figgles: "Well, spare me then. I don't have any answer."
Way of the Dragon cuts to Victoria Salinas in the studio. She’s looking quite confident as the crowd cheers her presence.
Victoria Salinas:
Homecoming was a wake up call for me…
Clips from her match against Bethany Driver are shown in succession before cutting back to the studio.
Victoria Salinas:
It was a harsh loss, no doubt about that. It really encapsulated the hard times I had dealt with the entire year. I was left with two choices: keep going on the path that I was going on and just continue to make the same mistakes I had been making over and over again… or… I could choose to stop being a victim of my own circumstances and show the world exactly what I was all about. Needless to say? I know that I’ve made the right choice…
A clip is shown of her win over Joey Leclair in her first match of the recent China tour.
Victoria Salinas:
It started with a match that was a tough test of my mettle considering I was facing a hotshot that was willing and determine to prove himself…
Another clip is shown… this one being of her win over Carmine Reaper…
Victoria Salinas:
It continued with a match against a hall of fame caliber wrestler. I proved that I didn’t fear the reaper that was probably going to try to take the rest of my career from me…
A final clip is shown… this one being the triple threat she just won on the last episode of Millennium.
Victoria Salinas:
...and it further continued with me doing what I’ve always done my entire life: face the odds that weren’t in my favor and find a way to overcome! In fact… isn’t this partially what this whole thing is all about? Most wrestlers in my shoes? They don’t bounce back. They don’t recover from the state of mind that I was in. They defeat themselves into this toxic, self-fulfilling prophecy by thinking that they’re done for and they’ll never be what they were again. Those are some incredible odds to overcome, there’s no denying that whatsoever.
However…
Victoria expresses a confident smirk on her face as she continues to make her point.
Victoria Salinas:
I’m not just any wrestler… and this company is only just beginning to learn that. I am not a victim of a self-fulfilling prophecy because I am only beginning to prove to myself that not only WILL I be what I was… but in the very near future… I’ll be even BETTER than what I was! I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again… this isn’t about reliving the glory days… it’s about creating new ones and after tonight? I’ll further stake my claim as a championship contender….
Victoria intensely looks at the camera when suddenly, a random stagehand walks into the shot with a plate with a slice of cheesecake on it.
Victoria Salinas:
Can’t you see I’m filming something here?
Victoria doesn’t look annoyed, more like amused.
Stagehand:
I was wondering if you wanted some… cheesecake…
Victoria Salinas:
No thanks, I think I’ll have more of my fill of that tonight.
The stagehand shrugs.
Stagehand:
More for me then!
He departs and during this intermittent pause, there’s some laughter that is heard from the crowd. Victoria just rolls with it and continues on.
Victoria Salinas:
Cheesecake… a funny name… but a wrestler that I won’t take lightly. You’ve done nothing but bitch and complain about tonight since the moment this match was announced. You actually WANTED this match to be called off? What a disgrace to the sport! Why? Are you afraid of me or something? I know I’ve done what I’ve done in this sport, but come on! If I went into every single match with the kind of fear that you have apparently, then I would have never tasted success in this business at all. But sure… show me moves I’ve never seen… “take me to school”... which… I’m not sure how since you’re acting like you never graduated from it… anyway… I’m not going to focus on all your nonsense…
I’m focused on beating you and closing out this tour… this year… on a high note. I’ll show you what this business is about, I’ll show you why I am what I am. And when I’m done with you tonight?
I’m going to leave you with something to REALLY bitch and complain about…
Victoria winks and has a chuckle to herself before leaving, further showing the confidence that has grown within her in the last month or so as the scene fades out.
Leia LeBeau:
What do you mean she is not here? The Show has an interview scheduled, and this is outrageous!
Purred The Showgirl, pacing up and down in the interview area in front of one of the wide screens bearing the MWE logo. She had her top hat in place, wearing an even more dazzling and sparkling outfit for the occasion, silver in colour with a little Chinese flag sewn into it. She was pacing back and forth, seemingly talking to someone behind the camera, who could not quite be heard.
Leia LeBeau:
She said what? How dare!
She stopped, an over dramatic look of shock upon her face, as she stomped her right foot upon the floor, holding both her hands to her cheeks.
Leia LeBeau:
This is just… just…. Completely unprofessional! I have my pay per view debut, the biggest and most anticipated pay per view debut in… in… God knows how long. I am an investment, a major investment and the fact that she is not here to conduct my interview, one that everyone, EVERYONE has been waiting for is just shocking.
She seemed angry, but it was hard for her to look anything but that in such a skimpy costume, looking absolutely stunning with her hair tied up in that top hat, little sequins upon the side of her face and looking like a true superstar, despite being so new to the industry.
Leia LeBeau:
I don’t know what you are talking about! Ms. Yulia would be furious with this decision. She respects me and what I bring to the brand. There is no way she would turn down the chance for high profile viewing figures by rejecting this interview. Look! I even brought special outfits.
She purred, oozing charm and sex appeal, as she produced two of the tiniest, skimpest outfits imaginable, one a bright red ‘Mrs. Santa’ outfit, even shorter than the costume she wore now, and leaving very little to the imagination. And the other? That was a raunchy elf costume, ever so short and low cut, with tassels in the places you’d expect from a suit clearly purchased from a sex shop.
Leia LeBeau:
Don’t you think she would have been cute being Ms. Santa’s sexy little elf? I mean, she is a little plain, but this would have increased her from a four and a half to at least a six, maybe shading a seven stood next to this Eleven.
She pranced about a bit, pretending to model the outfits as she playfully, almost innocently passed judgement on Camari without even realizing it. She gazed up as she clearly heard something from the one behind the camera, her eyebrows raising.
Leia LeBeau:
I should be concentrating on ‘Snakebite’? I don’t even know who that is?! Whether it’s a guy, girl, whether they can wrestle or whatever. Whatever. If I had my interview, which is my right, you would have heard all about this, but for some reason that Little Red Corvette showed up The Show. And there will be complaints, there will be serious complaints. Especially with a name like ‘Snakebite’. Eew, disgusting. I LOATHE snakes, disgusting little slimy creatures. Eew, they make my skin crawl. Now leave me be, The Show is soon to start, and the people are expecting top quality entertainment!
She said, turning dramatically as she strutted out of shot, kicking her feet as she did with a little, teasing wiggle as she winked to the camera, and the feed cut to elsewhere.
Singles Match
Victoria Salinas VS CheesecakeThrough all the days leading up to this match, Cheesecake has mentioned how unfair is to put her against a multi-time world champion. She even praised Victoria, pointing out how she's been on a roll in this tour. Legit admiration our an attempt to get Salinas to lower her guard? Hard to tell with Cheesecake, who's known for always finding new ways to get under people's skin. The match started and the Arizona born was still trying to convince her opponent to "do the right thing" and call off the match. Victoria invited her to fight, Cheesecake shook her head and then kicked her in the gut firing off a series of right hand and following with an Irish whip. Salinas reversed and sent the young opponent against the ropes, waiting in the middle of the ring for her to rebound back. But Cheesecake hooked both arms to the top rope stopping her momentum. Victoria charged at her and received a kick to the face from Ophelia who then used the momentum to flip back and landing on the apron. A shoulder to the midsection bent Salinas over, allowing the athletic Cheesecake to flip back in and pin her down to the canvas with a sunset flip, but Victoria kicked out in two. Once the initial boost died out, Victoria took control of the pace, slowing it down with some rest holds that seemed to frustrate the exuberant Cheesecake. Another arm drag brought the fight back to the canvas where Victoria started working on Cheesecake's recently injured shoulder. The twenty years old wrestled her way out of the hills, but she had her arm immediately caught back into a hammerlock and, from that position, suplexed back to the mat. Salinas' kicks were slowing tearing Cheesecake down, the standing Roundhouse almost knocked the young girl out although, somehow, she raised her shoulder in time. Cheesecake had a little of a comeback when she caught Victoria with a springboard back elbow, following with a hurricanrana as she stood back up. Dazed, Victoria backed down against the corner, moving at the last second when Cheesecake came charging at full speed. The impact against the corner left the girl from Scottsdale groggy, and Vicky quickly climbed to the top rope to capitalize on this. As soon as she noticed it, Cheesecake hit the ropes and caused the opponent to lose balance, falling to a seated position on top of the turnbuckle, in a perfect position for Cheesy's elevated ddt. This could've been the upset of the night, but Salinas was too close to the ropes, and easily reached them. The disappointment was clear on the young girl's face and with that came frustration, which lead inevitably to a mistake. Victoria once again grabbed her arm and twisted it, dropping it on her knees. She started targeting it with some hard kicks, waiting for the perfect moment to catch her with the Vainglorious Victory, leaving the young opponent no choice but to tap out. WINNER: Victoria Salinas BY: Submission (Vainglorious Victory), 9:22 |
While Victoria’s theme music continues to play, Cheesecake lies in the center of the ring, hands on her head, staring up at the lights. Big Barv slowly lumbers into the ring as the music dies down. He stands over her silently and reaches a hand out to help her up. Instead of accepting it, Cheesecake lets out a visceral scream, moments before flailing her arms and legs around in a full blown tantrum.
Zackary Dyson:
Oh, what a sore loser!
She rolls over onto her stomach, still kicking her legs around as she hammers her fists on the canvas. “IT’S NOT FAIR!” she can be heard screaming over and over, her face turning beet red while the hissy fit continues. Barv seems unphased by it, as he retracts his hand and stands over her, arms folded. It’s almost as if he’s seen this kind of conniption out of her several times before.
Hyperventilating, Cheesecake finds her own way to her feet, her messed up hair looking like a bird’s nest atop her head. She slowly looks around at the fans, many of whom are pointing and laughing. This seems to set her off more, as she rolls under the bottom rope and snatches a microphone from the ring announcer.
Cheesecake:
STOP LAUGHING!
Naturally, the fans laugh louder at her post-match tantrum. Cheesecake appears borderline psychotic as she tugs at her hair, gritting her teeth as she struggles to keep herself from another all-out hissy fit.
Cheesecake:
I’ve had it up to here with this company! I’m sick of my talent bein’ taken for granted by an incompetent General Manager! An’ most of all, I’m sick of all of you people and ya constant bullyin’! I’m a friggin’ wrestlin’ prodigy, dammit! It should be me in the main event competin’ for the title, not some useless tub o’ lard! I should be gettin’ title shots! I should be gettin’ paid more than ALL of the chumps in that locker room! I...
She turns her head to take a moment to herself. After a breath, she suddenly raises the microphone one more time.
Cheesecake:
...I QUIT!!!!!
She spikes the microphone and begins to storm out, stumbling and tripping over a stray wire on her way. She collects herself quickly and, holding her arm in pain, storms up the ramp with Big Barv in tow.
Zackary Dyson:
Oh, what a sore loser!
She rolls over onto her stomach, still kicking her legs around as she hammers her fists on the canvas. “IT’S NOT FAIR!” she can be heard screaming over and over, her face turning beet red while the hissy fit continues. Barv seems unphased by it, as he retracts his hand and stands over her, arms folded. It’s almost as if he’s seen this kind of conniption out of her several times before.
Hyperventilating, Cheesecake finds her own way to her feet, her messed up hair looking like a bird’s nest atop her head. She slowly looks around at the fans, many of whom are pointing and laughing. This seems to set her off more, as she rolls under the bottom rope and snatches a microphone from the ring announcer.
Cheesecake:
STOP LAUGHING!
Naturally, the fans laugh louder at her post-match tantrum. Cheesecake appears borderline psychotic as she tugs at her hair, gritting her teeth as she struggles to keep herself from another all-out hissy fit.
Cheesecake:
I’ve had it up to here with this company! I’m sick of my talent bein’ taken for granted by an incompetent General Manager! An’ most of all, I’m sick of all of you people and ya constant bullyin’! I’m a friggin’ wrestlin’ prodigy, dammit! It should be me in the main event competin’ for the title, not some useless tub o’ lard! I should be gettin’ title shots! I should be gettin’ paid more than ALL of the chumps in that locker room! I...
She turns her head to take a moment to herself. After a breath, she suddenly raises the microphone one more time.
Cheesecake:
...I QUIT!!!!!
She spikes the microphone and begins to storm out, stumbling and tripping over a stray wire on her way. She collects herself quickly and, holding her arm in pain, storms up the ramp with Big Barv in tow.
The smiling face of Camari Hayre welcomes us backstage. The curled interviewer is standing next to her girlfirend, who just made an unexpected comeback to MWE.
Camari Hayre:
Ladies and gentlemen, it's my pleasure and honor to have the be the first one to interview a future Riot Champion. She's set to debut tonight under the name "Snakebite", but you can call her Nina.
The former intern raises two fingers to form the classic "peace sign".
Nina:
Hey girl.. You're hot, whatcha doin' after the show?
Camari laughs and bumps the Chicago born tattooed arm.
Camari Hayre:
Behave Nin! You agreed that you were acting as a professional!
Nina:
Shit, you mean that hitting on the interviewer is not a professional behavior? I swear I didn't know.. I just saw last show and I'm sure I saw a bitch flirting with you, I thought that was the way to go...
Again the interviewer can't help but laugh.
Camari Hayre:
God, I'm already regretting this.
Nina:
Sorry babe, i just had to... But I'm 100% serious now. Hit me with those questions!
Camari didn't waste any time and started the interview.
Camari Hayre:
So, you'll be making your professional debut in a few minutes, but you already made quite an impact earlier tonight.
Nina:
Yeah, about that...
She scratches her head.
Nina:
Bobbi, that wasn't personal, for real. I actually had no reason to attack you and fuck you over. For what I know, you ain't that bad. But see, Duke is my buddy. He was the first one calling bullshit when I got fired, he stood up for me and he's still giving that bitch Chloe shit for it.
That's the kind of shit that sticks with me. I appreciate the man and all he did for me. Sure, I wanna stangle him sometimes, so I get where you come from. But I had the chance to pay my debt and stick a middle finger right to Chloe's face... I couldn't pass it.
Camari Hayre:
You mentioned being fired before. For the benefit of the new viewers, I want to specify that you were the company's social media intern, and that tonight will be your debut as a wrestler. What brought this change.
Nina smiles.
Nina:
Not a what, but who. Yulia Kirilenko. I will never thank her enough for trying to reverse that decision, and for giving me an outlet for all this rage I had accunulated after being fired. I've been training for years now, mostly self defense techniques. Chicago can be a dangerous place to live in.. Well, Yulia taught me some russian shit called SAMBO, and after a few months, she convinced me to sign the contract. Which, by the way, is a non draftable Riot contract. Suck it Chloe.
She follows her words with an explicit gesture.
Camari Hayre:
We're really running out of time, but I have one last question for you. How do you feel before your first ever match? What's your strategy against Leia LeBeau?
Nina:
My strategy? Get in there and beat the shit out of her. Simple as that.
Camari Hayre:
Well, thank you for your time, Nina.
The interviewer now turns to the camera.
Camari Hayre:
Well, dear MWE fans, there's one last thing I have to say. This has been my last interview, I already informed Yulia that I quit my job to accompany my girlfriend in this new career path she choose. So yeah, next time you'll see me, I'll be answering questions instead of asking them.
Come on now, Nin. Let's go!
"Snakebite", or Nina if you prefer, picks up a brown bag from the floor and leaves the scene.
Singles Match
Leia LeBeau VS Nina The look on Leia's face when she found out who the mysterious "Snakebite" was must have been priceless. To say that Nina didn't appreciate the flirtatious ways displayed by the Jet City Woman in her interview with Camari last week would be the understatement of the year. But what looked like the usual Internet threats from a jealous girlfriend took a whole different meaning when Nina was revealed to be her opponent for tonight. In all fairness, Leia appeared to be more concerned about the bag Nina brought to the ring, fearing it would hide Jackie, the female python Nina was petting in her promo earlier tonight. Eventually the match started and it started with Nina launching herself at LeBeau, taking her down with a Thesz Press and ruthlessly hitting her with elbows to the face. The beautiful brunette tried to protect her moneymaker with her arms, but a few strikes had passed through her guard. The Showgirl pulled herself out of this dangerous position and pulled herself up. Nina was out to hurt more than trying to win the match, trying to cancel that award nominated smile from Leia's face with straight punches, even getting a warm from the referee for using closed fists. LeBeau decided to take a break and rolled out of the ring to find a safe haven from Nina's constant offense. The Chicago born hit the ropes and went for a baseball slide, but Leia stepped aside and grabbed her foot, pulling and dropping Nina on the outside. The former intern's head bounced hard against the floor, leaving her stunned and opened to Leia's retaliation. The Showgirl fired the opponent against the ring post and measured her up for a reverse side kick. She pushed the opponent back inside the ring and made the cover, resting her feet on the middle rope for more leverage. The ref caught her and interrupted the count, giving her a stern warning to which Leia replied batting her eyes with an angelic expression on her face. Her act might have softened the ref, but it didn't save her from a spinning elbow from Nina. The blow caused LeBeau to bounce back against the ropes right into a jumping knee. For this being her first match, Nina showed some good moves, even getting real close to the win with a northern lights suplex. Her excessive aggression though put her in contrast with the referee, who was trying to enforce the rules, once again pulling her away and stopping the choke at the ropes attempt. This further warning bought the Showgirl some precious time to recover and kick Nina's knee off, dropping the former intern on the middle rope, the same position she LeBeau found herself moments ago. And she did the same thing her opponent did to her, placing her knee on her spine and pushing her down against the ropes. Some might say that the ref didn't use the same iron fist with the Sin City Showgirl, but eventually the break happened. And after that, LeBeau was in control, kicking the kneeling opponent with her Show Kicks, and even connecting a Meteora, only getting a two out of it. Nina crawled in her corner and began fumbling with the bag she brought to the ring. A moment later and the triangular head of a snake slithered out of it, clicking it's forked tongue at a terrorised Leia. Quickly backing down, the showgirl stumbled and fell on her rear, sitting on the canvas with a look of pure horror on her face. Nina found it hilarious and picked Jackie up, walking toward the fear-frozen Leia, taunting her and bringing the reptile's face close to hers. Leia finally reacted, letting out a high pitched scream and running backstage. WINNER: Nina BY: Count Out, 8:44 |
Jessi Idol: "I honestly don't know what to say..."
Peyton Holland: "I don't think Nina really cared about winning the match. It was more getting a revenge on Leia, and she found a way to get it."
Peyton Holland: "I don't think Nina really cared about winning the match. It was more getting a revenge on Leia, and she found a way to get it."
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to the sight of Christina Zdunich. Her eyes can tell the tale as she seems to be driven by something. There is a look of fire in her eyes as she is shown in her locker room putting on the final touches of her wrestling gear on. She slowly flicks her blue hair as she looks deeply into the lens of the camera.
Christina Zdunich:
I guess I am going to be completely blunt here. When I came to the Riot roster I thought things were going to be different. I thought I was going to rise to the very next thing. I thought all of the demons that I have left behind me from Millennium were going to be left in the dust but I guess I was mistaken.
Christina takes a long deep breath as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
They seem to have followed me and as much as I try to rise to the next big fight. To me ascending to the very top to make a big impact things don’t really seem to have gone in the way I had imagined it. Losing seems to be my thing and I don’t want that to be my thing. I want to break that cycle, and I want to showcase that I am a 15 time World Champion. I am not some fucking scrub and I am definitely nobody’s door mat. I will take that Junior Heavyweight Championship and that goal is on the horizon and I will get that. You can bet on everything that I will get there but there seems to be something in my path.
Christina can’t help but shake her head in utter disgust as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
You see there’s this girl Echo who seems to think that she is the end all be all of everything in this company. She wants harder competition and she really thinks she is through dealing with me. However here is the reality of the situation. We aren’t done until I say that we are done! The fact is Echo I don’t really like you. I don’t like your attitude. You really think you are hot shit and you are amazing at everything but I just find you to be mediocre at best.
Christina takes a breath as she speaks some more.
Christina Zdunich:
We aren’t through until I say we are through and even though you wish to deny it the fact is I have a victory over you in a tag team match, but that’s not what I want. I want to best you in the ring. I want to prove that I am simply better than you and I am on my way to bigger and better things. Thus that’s why you and I are going to battle in a two out of three falls match. If you truly are better than me then you will have to show it by beating me twice in the same match. It’s not often that I lose twice to the same person especially in the same match. It’s something that just doesn’t happen. Especially it’s not going to happen to somebody like you!
Christina takes a breath as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
I guess that brings us to this match. I am going to beat you. You may have gotten me but I know that I am the better wrestler. I know I am going to beat you senseless and I am showcase why in the middle of the ring. Here are some facts that you need to understand Echo. First and foremost Sailor Mars is trash!
Christina chuckles as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
Sailor Mars is okay but it’s all about Moon… It’s all about being the star and at the end of the day that’s what I am a star. You are merely the side character. The person nobody really cares about. Tonight I will make an example out of you and while you continue to call me trash and every name under the sun. Reality is going to hit hard when you find out that you aren’t as good as you think you are. It’s going to be over long before you think it will be. You will be outclassed and are going to find yourself a big loser. So bring everything you got but it just won’t be enough. Lights, camera, and action…. Consider this your curtail call…
With that Christina blows a kiss to the camera as we fade out on her as we leave on this image.
Wild Eyes hits the Nantong Stadium sound system, members of the crowd chanting along with the rising rookies theme song. She appears at the top of the stage, taking a moment to take it all in, all the sounds being thrown toward her. The cheers, the boos, the chants and applause…
She threw both arms out to her side and let out a scream as she made her way to the ring, a certain pep in her step that isn’t usually found. With a running start, she slid her way into the ring, quickly proppering herself back up and running to a corner to ascend the turnbuckles. She let out another scream, bobbing her head to the music and crowd noise.
She hopped down with a thud, motioning for her music to be cut off. She stood in the ring just listening, a smile spread across her face. An assistant at ringside tossed her a microphone which she gleefully caught.
Echo:
Mates….since signing here, it’s been a bit of a whirlwind. You know, first off, massive wrestling fan, few years under my belt, make it here. Big time. Prime slot on this groundbreaking tour. I’ve won, I’ve lost, I’ve been screwed by an incompetent teammate, It’s been great, mostly. I love wrestling, I love entertaining, but I love winning. But yet, I still find myself to be pissed off.
She raised an eyebrow and took a stroll across the ring, before settling on leaning back against the ropes.
Echo:
I’m pissed off because of you, Christina. Say what you want about it, but I beat you. More than that, though, I took everything you had. I took the Mega Buster, I took the Flashing Light, I smelled the roses. You couldn’t put me down, could you? You weren’t enough for the new kid on the block. Once I put you down, sure, I said I’d beat the cunt again. I didn’t have a desire to, no. I already showed everyone that you don’t belong anymore.People like me are replacing you.
Cycle to last week, you probably thought “I got her! Yes!”. And sure, my team lost, but you couldn’t handle me. Our partners decided that fight.
But you won’t have Kristina to rely on tonight.
Echo bounced herself off the ropes, returning back to the center of the ring with a wicked smile.
Echo:
You’re a fifteen time world champion, a four time hall of famer, you’ve wrestled across the globe, you found your fire again, whatever you want to say to make yourself feel better. The fact of the matter is, your time has come and it’s gone. It’s been gone. You don’t have a place here, with the Melissa Reeves’ or the Kenzie Garrett’s. You don’t have a place here with me. Your joke accolades are the reason you got a foot in the door, but there are so many people here better than you.
I think at this point you have to realize how small fish, giant pond you are, yeh mate? So let me spell this out for you.
She took a few steps forward, looking dead into the nearest camera.
Echo:
When you come out here, Christina, I’m not just going to beat you twice. I’m not going to say I’m going to hurt you, because that’s a given. No, tonight, Chris, I’m going to fight you. I’m going to embarrass you. I’m going to put you out to pasture where you belong, because I am sick and tired of your cunt face inserting itself into my business. A company full of people and you have been the constant, I am sick. I am tired. Of. You.
Echo stepped back and looked back up to the crowd with a smile.
Echo:
After this, you won’t want to worry about any junior heavyweight title anymore. You won’t want to mouth off, you won’t want to run it back. You won’t want to be in my business, and you can say all you want that you’re not done, but I am. You should have left this where it began, Christina, when I wasn’t pissed off. I’ll send flowers to your wife.
She dropped the microphone and kicked it out of the ring, followed by tossing out the t-shirt she was wearing over her gear. She stood confidently, waiting for the bell.
2 Out Of 3 Falls Match
Crystal Zdunich VS EchoEcho has been very vocal about how she considered another match against Crystal a waste of her time. Nonetheless, the Australian entered the match very focused and determined to prove her superiority on the former multi-time world champion, looking yo make a quick work out of her. As soon as the match started, Echo trampled Zdunich with a wicked clothesline, turning the purple haired inside out. She picked her up and fired her in the corner where she got her with a running uppercut. A few knees to the stomach and then an overhead belly to belly suplex launching Crystal back to the center of the ring. The Blossoming Rose slowly pulled herself up, clearly dazed after the opponent's strong start. Echo was already back on the attack and whooped her against the ropes, catching her on the rebound with The Reverb (Deep Six) obtaining the first fall in less than three minutes. Echo 1 - Zdunich 0 The fans were shocked, Crystal looked shocked and unable to react. Echo kept going, not slowing down a bit and dominating the match both far and wide, almost getting the decisive win with a knee drop brainbuster. Crystal was in great difficulty, at this time she literally hadn't landed a single shot. Echo's confidence kept growing with every move she landed, every near fall she obtained. A scoop powerslam, a neckbreaker.. Every two count brought her a bit closer to end the match with a clean sweep, and Echo would have loved nothing more than that. She then pulled Christina back to her feet and lifted her with a stalling vertical suplex. She smiled, keeping her upside down for as long as she could. An excess of confidence maybe, that allowed Crystal to slip away and land behind her back. She pushed the Aussie against the ropes and pinned her with an O'Connor Roll, holding onto her tights to ensure she kept her down for the three count. Zdunich 1 - Echo 1 Evening the score gave a huge moral boost to Crystal and at the same time took a blow at Echo's confidence. Suddenly the Australian had lost all that swag she showed throughout all the match, especially after the early pinfall. And Zdunich was thriving on this keeping a lot of pressure with constant offense and rapid pinning predicaments. The fans thought the match was over when Crystal connected the Flashing Lights/Blossoming Rose combination but Echo raised the shoulder just in the nick of time. The close call seemed to trigger the much needed reaction in the Australian, who who blocked the right punch and answered with on of her own. Crystal then went for a kick to the side but Echo grabbed the foot, pushing the leg aside and spinning Zdunich around, wrapping her arms around her waist and lifting her for a bridging German suplex. Crystal kicked out and quickly stood back up, going for Echo's eyes and then whips her against the ropes. The Australian ducked under the leapfrog and rebounded back launching herself against the opponent with a spear. Somehow, Crystal kicked out of it, barely. She couldn't do the same a moment later when she fell victim of a second Reverb. WINNER: Echo BY: Two falls to one (Reverb), 11:51 |
Zackary Dyson: "Maybe with a little more struggle than she thought, but eventually Echo did beat Christina."
Sir Figgles: "You know, some people consider Christina a joke, but I think tonight she opened some eyes. Sure, she came up short, but the girl still got it."
Zackary Dyson: "No doubt about it. As for Echo, we'll see what's next for this young and talented wrestler."
Sir Figgles: "You know, some people consider Christina a joke, but I think tonight she opened some eyes. Sure, she came up short, but the girl still got it."
Zackary Dyson: "No doubt about it. As for Echo, we'll see what's next for this young and talented wrestler."
Grace van Beek:
I cannot believe that she brought her back.
The MWE owner is obviously talking about Yulia signing back Nina as a wrestler.
Grace van Beek:
First Reeves, now her... It is the second time she does this to me. There must be something we can do, miss McCarthy.
Her assistant raises her eyes from the laptop for a moment.
Elsa McCarthy:
Not about Nina's contract... But I may have found something.
Grace van Beek:
I am listening.
But we're not. One gesture of the Diamond Princess and the camera fades to black.
The scene opens up inside Joey Leclair’s locker room where he is seen sitting on a steel chair in his ring gear wrapping black tape around his wrists, and then reaches, and grabs his duffel bag, and pulls it close while briefly acknowledging the camera.
Joey Leclair:
Tonight I finally get the match I have waited half a decade for, and that is to get inside the ring with Helena Noir at her best, as the queen of pain, and I could not be more excited, and she thinks that I have made a mistake in waking that demon, and that I am in way over my head, but you see? I have been preparing for this moment for years! Hell its why I changed up my persona, and became the death dealer, because I realize that if I am going to stand a chance against Helena than I have to forsake everything I love, and harden my heart so that I care about no one.. Even my wife.
Joey adjusts his body to face the camera.
Joey Leclair:
And our esteemed general manager thinks they are smart, and are making the match even better by having pity on Kenzie Garrett by adding her into mine, and Helena’s match, but in reality our GM has made a terrible mistake, because if Helena keeps her word, and brings back her dark side? Than Kenize is royally fucked, because she will be stepping in the ring between to wicked people who have no concern for anothers well being, and Kenzie I know you wanted Hammerstein, and I apologize, because after tonight? That goal is going to be far away, because you are going to be lucky to leave on your own two feet!
Joey gains a slight smirk across his face.
Joey Leclair:
Helena just because we have an added play thing in our match doesn’t mean I will take my eye off of you because you are the biggest threat in the match! I have heard horror stories about being in the ring with you such as A time that you once set an opponent on fire in the middle of the ring, and that my dear rival may even bear my level of sadisim, but I am ready for you, and if you take my lightly for even a split second? Your ass is going on the injured reserved list, and that is not a threat, but a promise.
Joey reaches down to his duffel bag, and unzips it reaching inside grabbing something.
Joey Leclair:
Lets be honest shall we? Tonight is not going to be a no dq match, but instead its going to be a death match, and so Helena you bring your brand of punishment, and I will bring mine, and how sweet it is going to ne ripping your flesh from your small fragile body, and its going to bring great pleasure hearing your screams of pain.
Joey pulls out a barbed wired bat out of his duffel bag, and stares at it smiling sadistically.
Joey Leclair:
Who knows after tonight they may just start calling me The King of Pain.
Joey smirks, and winks at the camera as the scene fades to black.
Singles Match
Kelsey Spencer VS Heath WilliamsDevilskin’s “Start a Revolution” plays throughout the arena, overtop the sound of fans talking and mingling. They immediately begin booing, as Heath Williams walks out, The Manic and The Mutt to his side. Though, something’s noticeably different about Williams. He has bandages wrapped underneath his chin, branching out around his neck and over his shoulder, right down to the arm that was injured during his battle with Seth Iser on the last Riot episode. Zackary Dyson: Heath Williams not in the greatest shape here tonight, ladies and gentlemen. During his recent bout with Seth Iser, he received multiple injuries. As you can see, his arm is wrapped up in those bandages, as well as his chin, but what you can’t see, is that his jaw is actually wired shut. Sir Figgles: Whoa, so Heath can’t speak? Zackary Dyson: Well, he can. It’s just not advised. It’s also not advised that he take part in this match tonight, but somehow, he was medically cleared. Heath strides down to the ring, staring down at fans who point and laugh at his injuries. He doesn’t let them get to him, and smiles arrogantly, well aware that if they were in his position, they would not currently be charging into battle. As The Mutt and The Manic disperse to the other corner of the outside, Heath climbs into the ring. He walks over to the corner, climbing to the middle turnbuckle, and raising his injured arm in the air. Though clearly painful, he’s obviously trying to make some sort of statement. He hops down as The Bombpops’ “Ca in July” starts to play. In complete contrast to the reaction that Heath Williams received, the live audience explodes into cheers. Kelsey Spencer walks out from behind the curtain, stone faced. Rather than her usual, energetic entrance she’s become somewhat known for, she’s all business as she strides down the ramp, not taking her eyes off her opponent for even a split second. Heath strides over to the ropes closest to the ramp, clasps the top with both hands, and hangs himself back a fraction, before pointing his neck straight up at the ceiling, and spraying out an abundance of red mist, for no real purpose other than to anger his opponent. It’s enough to make Kelsey stop in her tracks part way down the ramp. Her face contorts into a scowl and then, all of a sudden, she explodes in a fit of anger. She charges the ring, slides under the bottom rope and sweeps both of Heath’s legs, where she begins firing off stinging right hands to the side of Heath’s head. The fans explode with excitement at the sight of Heath Williams getting pummeled. It’s only when the referee physically restrains Spencer and pulls her to a neutral corner that her assault comes to an end. Close to the point of seething, Kelsey complies with the referee’s instructions to remain in the corner while he checks on Heath’s condition to determine whether he’s ready for the match to commence. Heath shoves the ref out of the way, and charges straight for Spencer, delivering lefts and rights of his own as she backs further into the corner, her guard up. This time, the Official has to restrain Heath, pulling him back into the centre of the ring. Kelsey steps forward, demanding that the ref ring the bell. The ref does just that, and finally, this match can properly begin. Spencer moves towards Williams and indicates that she’s about to go for a classic collar-and-elbow. But instead, she smacks his chest with a stinging knife edge chop. Then, an open palm Mongolian chop follows, producing a smacking sound which rivals that of the chop just thrown. As Williams staggers back and tries to process what just happened, Spencer continues to fire off alternating knife edge and Mongolian chops until Williams is backed into the nearest corner. Fans roar with approval as the incensed Spencer fires off shots. The official warns her to relent or face disqualification and Spencer backs away, allowing Williams a moment to nurse his beet red chest. But, his reprieve doesn’t last long, as Spencer comes barrelling across the ring and jumps into him with a running dropkick, burying the soles of her boots into the reddened skin of Heath’s pectorals. Williams falls forward to the mat, where it appears that he landed awkwardly on his injured arm. Spencer eyes the bandaged arm like a hungry hyena and grabs a hold of it by the wrist. Williams wails in pain as he begs Spencer off, but she callously wrenches the arm back to flip him onto his back. Once she has her opponent in the desired position, Kelsey grapevines the injured arm and falls back to apply a cross armbreaker. Zackary Dyson: My God, what has gotten into Kelsey Spencer?! She’s snapped! Sir Figgles: Durr durr I’m a big dumb dumb Zackary Dyson: If this keeps up, Spencer’s going to rip that arm right out of its socket! Williams inches himself closer to the nearby ropes and uses his height to hook the toe of his boot around the bottom one. The referee calls for the break, but Spencer uncharacteristically keeps the hold applied for four out of the permitted five seconds. She breaks the hold, but moments later, she drags him back to the middle of the ring. She leans down over him and starts firing off closed fists to the cranium, though they aren’t delivered with particular precision, causing some to accidentally strike him in the jaw region. Williams desperately tries to cover himself up, and Spencer is once again flirting with disqualification as the referee shouts for her to cut it out. Spencer finally backs away, shouting up towards the sky, she’s untouchable, invincible, nothing can stop her. Though she doesn’t say those words, the vibe is undeniable. Heath sits up in a daze, his right hand to his chin and giving it a wiggle in order to get some feeling. He hasn’t much time to recover however, as the moment Kelsey turns her attention back to him, she sprints forward, knocking him straight in the face with a thunderous kinshasa. As his neck goes flying back, a small object shoots out of his mouth. Zackary Dyson: Is that… Heath’s tooth? Kelsey goes for the cover, but Heath manages a kick out at two. As Kelsey backs away, the ref checks on Heath’s jaw, it seems the wiring has been damaged, and can no longer hold his jaw in place as it once could. Seeing stars, Heath starts patting his hands on the canvas, obviously trying to find the missing tooth. He finds it, and picks it up, staring at it in disbelief. As he climbs to his feet, he continues to stare at the tooth, blood dripping from the root. He looks at Kelsey for a moment, on spaghetti legs… then out of nowhere, throws the tooth at Kelsey’s face, knocking her straight in the bridge of her nose. This throws her off for a moment, but a moment is all Williams needs. He staggers forward, and hits her with a clothesline that knocks her off her feet. She immediately gets back up, and walks into a second clothesline, then rises once more to be hit with a third. As she gets up for a third time, Heath lifts her over his head with a deadlift german suplex. As Spencer’s shoulders hit the mat, he makes the cover, however only gets the one count. Both competitors rise to their feet, and Spencer grabs the wrist of Williams, going for the Ripcord Knee. However, instead of letting her succeed, Williams pulls her in, lifts her on his shoulders, and fires a swift fireman’s carry suplex. Here, Williams could have decided to go for another pin attempt, but the veteran thinks it best to continue to dish out the assault. He pulls the smaller opponent to her feet, only to force her back down with a powerful spinebuster, followed by a rough kick to the midsection. He stomps her again, and again, and again, then switches things up, and punts her in the face with a dirty soccer kick. Spencer rolls over, seeing stars much like the ones Heath discovered earlier. Zackary Dyson: This match has become all Heath Williams. He’s like a man possessed! Sir Figgles: Dat was some big football kick. Zackary Dyson: You’re right, Figs. There’s no question that Kelsey Spencer’s dazed after that vicious shot. Spencer tries to roll to her hands and knees and crawl to the ropes, but Williams takes her by the scruff of her neck, then slams her back down into the canvas face first. He does it a few more times, then lifts her to her feet. As he preps another punishing move, Spencer finds the wherewithal to plant her feet firmly and send a hard jab into her attacker’s gut. This staggers Heath for a moment, but there wasn’t another force to catch him off guard for long, as he knees her in the chest, then tosses her aside. Enthusiasm leaves the fans in the stands like air leaving a deflating balloon as Heath Williams is in firm control of the match once again. As he’s walking along towards her, Heath notices something underneath his boot. He picks it up… it’s the tooth. He smirks, and scurries over to Spencer, scraping the pointy roots along her arm. The Official claims foul play, and orders him to stop. Staring dead in the ref’s eyes, he does it again, this time across her cheek. The Official almost calls for the bell, until Spencer reaches out and grabs his ankle, begging him not to call for the DQ. After fighting an internal battle, the ref decides not to call for the bell, instead trying to pry the tooth away from Heath’s grasp. “STOP! THIS IS MY TOOTH! NOT YOURS!” Heath shouts, almost incoherently as his jaw won’t give him the leeway he needs in order to speak properly. As Heath battles with the ref regarding the tooth, Spencer lifts a boot and kicks him in the chest, knocking him onto his rectum. She uses this momentum to perform a kip up, to the pop of the fans. She then races over, sliding to her knees, and delivering several forearms into Heath’s cranium. Her momentum is short lived however, as Williams expertly reaches out and pulls her into a headlock. Zackary Dyson: Personal feelings about Heath Williams aside, you have to give him credit where credit is due. He knew that if he allowed Spencer to gain too much momentum, she’d run away with this match, like we’ve seen time after time. So, what does he do? Throw on a headlock and slow the match pace to a crawl. Brilliant strategy. Sir Figgles: I can’t tell if this thing on my arm is a boil or a pimple. Zackary Dyson: Ugh... Williams applies the pressure, but due to using the injured arm, the question remains as to just how much pressure he’s able to apply. Kelsey wriggles and fidgets, trying to pull herself out of the lock, but even with Heath’s wounded arm, he still has it locked in tightly. Though, the expression on his face says that he’s slipping, struggling to keep the arm tensed long enough to keep her down. Finally, Spencer manages to pry her head from the hold, but as she does, she’s met with a hard open-palm strike to the side of the face, all thanks to Heath’s good hand. She staggers sideways, collapsing to the canvas. The strike, though simple, packed a mean punch. Williams crawls over for a pin, but can’t quite get the three. He rolls over onto his back, heavy breaths, his arm acting up, and his jaw not doing much better. Heath forces himself to sit up, then shuffles back and leans himself up against the ropes. He pulls himself to his feet, using the ropes, then stumbles over to Kelsey. He leans down and locks his right arm around her head, pulling her to her feet. However, the moment he does so, the Blue Hurricane shows life, and gives him a stern shove, unfortunately knocking him straight into the referee, who goes down hard. Heath stumbles over the official’s body, and within a second, Kelsey’s back on him, lefts, rights, forearms, the occasional headbutt. To avoid anymore impact, Heath slides underneath the bottom rope and to the outside. Kelsey follows, stepping out onto the apron. The Manic quickly throws Heath a steel chair, right as Kelsey jumps off with a tackle in mind. Heath plants the chair straight into Spencer’s head, who falls to her knees in a complete daze. Zackary Dyson: Oh no! Chair shot! Chair shot! The ref’s down, he has no idea! Sir Figgles: And according to the wrestling handbook, referees are partially deaf, so they never hear chair shots when they’re down! Zackary Dyson: Hmm, that is quite the flaw in our industry, isn’t it? Heath places the chair down on the apron, before turning his attention back to Spencer. He grabs her by the hair, and rolls her into the ring, following quickly thereafter. He drags her over to the corner, slamming her head into the bottom turnbuckle pad several times. He then grabs the chair, shoving it in between the middle and bottom ropes, perfectly in place, right in front of Kelsey’s face. He goes over to the opposite corner, and climbs right up to the top turnbuckle. He sizes up as The Manic takes Kelsey’s arms, holding her in place, just in case she’s to make a sudden recovery. Heath slices through the air, coming down with a hard Coast to Coast, the chair crashing right into Kelsey’s face. Still hurt, Heath takes a brief moment to recover, before getting to his knees, and pulling Kelsey away from the ropes, going for the cover, as The Manic disposes of the chair. He waits to hear the count… but it seems throughout all the adrenaline, Heath has forgotten that the ref is down. Upon noticing, he rushes over, ordering the ref to get the hell up and make the count. The official finally starts to show life, and with Heath’s aid, crawls over to Kelsey. However, just as Heath readies himself for another cover, Spencer reveals that she was partially playing possum, and pulls him into a pin. She scores a two, but Heath manages to extend a leg out in between the ropes, breaking it up. Zackary Dyson: My God, that was close! This match almost ended right there! Spencer’s in rough shape, but adrenaline seems to have finally kicked in as she’s the first one back to her feet. Williams gets up too and, frustrated and running out of ideas to keep his opponent down, swings at her with a wild haymaker. Spencer ducks under and jabs Williams with a closed right. He swings wildly with the other arm, but Spencer ducks and connects with a knife edge. Williams attempts a boot, but Spencer sidesteps and sweeps the legs, causing Williams to fall flat on his back. Wasting little time, she rebounds off the ropes and hits him with a running leg drop. She attempts a pin, but Williams is able to roll a shoulder up at two. However, as he does, he finds himself trapped in a reverse chinlock. Before he can process what’s happening, Spencer’s legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s flipped over into a painful submission hold. The fans explode with elation as Williams desperately struggles against the binding clutch. Zackary Dyson: The Dragon Sleeper! Kelsey’s got the Dragon Sleeper locked in! The finishing move of her husband, Christian Michaels! Sir Figgles: Heath needs to start Dragon himself to the ropes. Heh heh. Zackary Dyson: The amount of pressure on that already injured jaw must be unbearable! Williams flails around wildly, his screams of anguish a delight to the fans who have had enough of his rotten attitude. But no matter how much pain he’s in, Williams refuses to submit. His pride won’t allow him to be defeated by someone he views as less than him. Even though Spencer is determined, the abuse she’s had to endure all match long seems to have taken a larger toll than anyone could have thought it would. Spencer begins to lose her grip of the hold. Williams senses this and shifts his weight to press Spencer’s shoulders to the mat. Once she hears the referee count one, Kelsey releases the hold in a panic to wriggle her shoulders up. It was all she could do to avoid a quick defeat in this final battle. Both competitors lie on the mat, completely spent. Williams lies on his stomach while Spencer is staring up at the lights, breathing heavily. There’s movement outside as The Manic makes her way to the side of the ring where Heath Williams is. She slyly slides a pair of brass knuckles under the bottom rope in to Heath, similar to the previous time Williams and Spencer faced off. However this time, the referee catches a glint of the shiny metal object and rushes over to intervene. He confiscates the knucks before Williams can move to retrieve them from the canvas, then makes his way over to tell The Manic off for attempting interference. But, this was merely a distraction. While the referee is arguing with The Manic on one side of the ring, the behemoth known as Pinhead emerges from the crowd, and enters the ring from the other side. He wraps his bear paw of a hand around Spencer’s neck and lifts her by it to her feet. Spencer desperately tries to free herself from the monster’s clutches, but she’s helpless as Pinhead lifts her up effortlessly and drives her to the canvas with a spine-shifting chokeslam. Conveniently, the moment Pinhead leaves the ring is the moment The Manic decides to let her gripe with the referee go. Fans boo passionately as Williams begins to stir. With one arm, he army crawls his way to the lifeless Spencer who, to the best of the official’s knowledge, has remained in that flat back position this entire time. Zackary Dyson: Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! Not this way! It takes a decent amount of time, but Williams finally manages to make a pin cover by throwing an arm over Spencer’s chest. There’s a one, there’s a two… but no three, as somehow, there’s enough life left in Spencer’s body to kick out. Zackary Dyson: Spencer kicks out! Spencer kicks out! To survive that level of punishment and then a chokeslam from an interfering Pinhead, you have to ask, what the hell is this girl made out of?! Sir Figgles: That’s a silly question. Flesh and bones. The cover may have been weak and the attempt took a while to complete, perhaps taking certain victory out of Williams’ hands. Nevertheless, he’s incredibly irate and frustrated, kicking his legs around in a full blown temper tantrum. In a visceral rage, he grabs a handful of Spencer’s hair and screams in her face. “JUST DIE ALREADY!” He lays in a few hard shots to Spencer’s unprotected forehead, then gets back up to his feet and proceeds to pace around the ring, almost ripping his hair from his scalp. The fans’ undying support for their chosen wrestler in this contest is only making him angrier, as he screams for them to shut up. Of course, this only makes them cheer and chant Spencer’s name even louder. In response to the reaction, Williams marches over and lifts Spencer to her feet. He holds her jaw steady and begins yelling expletives in her face, before audibly declaring that he’s going to end her career right here and now. Spencer has other ideas though, as she rears back and smacks Williams with a hard headbutt. Her thick skull collides with the bridge of Williams’ nose, causing him to stagger back. When he turns around, Spencer fires off a superkick that collides with the already injured jaw, the aftermath of which sees Williams flopping around on the canvas like a dying fish out of water as he clutches his jaw with both hands. Spencer appeared to have wanted to go for a pin following the kick, but Williams’ erratic movements make it seemingly impossible to settle him down long enough. Instead, she waits for him to find his way to his feet. Once he’s within reaching distance, she boots him in the gut and hooks her arm around his neck. The fans rise to their feet and cheer as they know exactly what’s on the young woman’s mind; a move they’ve been begging to see since this rivalry between the two started back in September, but various circumstances prevented it from happening. Not tonight, however, as Spencer snaps back and drills the top of Williams’ head into the canvas below with the most devastating move in her arsenal, the Deprivation DDT. She wastes little time going for a pin, hooking the outside leg with all the energy she can muster to finally keep Heath Williams down for a three count. WINNER: Kelsey Spencer BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT) 16:58 |
Zackary Dyson:
She’s done it! Tonight at Way of the Dragon, Kelsey Spencer has defeated Heath Williams!
Sir Figgles:
I didn’t know who would win for most of that.
Zackary Dyson:
Not only has she capped off this long rivalry with a big win here tonight, but she also avenged her mentor Seth Iser, with the very same move he bestowed upon her in training, the devastating Deprivation DDT!
While her theme music’s blasting, Spencer’s helped to her feet by the referee. Exhausted, she stands on jelly legs as the official raises her hand in victory to a thunderous reaction from the fans. Kelsey graciously bows her head in response, then accepts assistance from a couple of officials from the back.
She’s done it! Tonight at Way of the Dragon, Kelsey Spencer has defeated Heath Williams!
Sir Figgles:
I didn’t know who would win for most of that.
Zackary Dyson:
Not only has she capped off this long rivalry with a big win here tonight, but she also avenged her mentor Seth Iser, with the very same move he bestowed upon her in training, the devastating Deprivation DDT!
While her theme music’s blasting, Spencer’s helped to her feet by the referee. Exhausted, she stands on jelly legs as the official raises her hand in victory to a thunderous reaction from the fans. Kelsey graciously bows her head in response, then accepts assistance from a couple of officials from the back.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Sometimes, I wonder if Chloe Collins is more fit at being a babysitter than a general manager...
Kenzie mused, crouched on the floor. She is tying up one of her wrestling boots: a white pleather one, with some spikes affixed to the heels of it, tied on with a red bow and matching the one on her opposing foot. The malicious intent in her eyes makes it clear that tonight is different than the fun-loving Kenzie that we're used to seeing, but instead a sign of promises made, as a result of promises unfulfilled.
KENZIE GARRETT:
It's obvious to me that she's got Hammerstein latched to her left tit, giving him everything he whines for. I really don't think it's a coincidence that he was protesting the events happening here on the week he was meant to wrestle me, but yet, when he was given the free pass and I was no longer on the horizon, he was back. Funny how that works. And I know what you're thinking.
Her tone becomes mocking, while an unimpressed look is etched onto her face.
KENZIE GARRETT:
But Kenzie! That's just a one-time circumstance!
Scowling, she continued normally.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Is that why he had his match last night and I'm wrestling tonight? Seems a little sus... gives him plenty of time to pack up himself and his walrus to get the hell out of dodge. But per usual, baby cries and gets his way. He gets a few more days to be safe from me. He gets to pad that reign of his up a little bit thicker, while I watch people who stand no chance of taking that title from him get the opportunity he refuses to give me. And don't get me wrong, that's not some knock on Reznik. But, dude's been here what? A month? And regardless of the dime-a-dozen "I just wanna watch the world burn" types that are always so much fun...
Her arms folded under her chest, tossing some of her dark hair from her face.
KENZIE GARRETT:
He doesn't want it as much as I do. There isn't a damn person on this planet that wants to leave Hammerstein in a morgue more than me!
Her neck rolls back, her head writhing. The look in her dark eyes is sinister, and deranged. There's a coldness there that's long-past the normally fun, geeky Soulknife.
KENZIE GARRETT:
But... he knows that. So he pusses out, because it's better to return home a living coward, than an Ikea: Assemble-Your-Own-Jackass kit. And Babysitter Chloe lets him, because death is a lot of paperwork she doesn't want to handle when she can sweep the problem under the rug and give me the consolation prize that she thinks is going to distract me by putting me in the middle of the beef between two people I really couldn't give less of a shit about!
Her fists clench tightly.
KENZIE GARRETT:
But I don't forget... and the longer that she allows him to hide from me, the more blood of his I'll spill when I catch up to him that's ALL on her hands. Because what's a bandage on a gaping wound for her; a temporary fix to avoid dealing with a problem she has LOST control over, is making me boil over inside. But hey... what's today when there's tomorrow?
She snarled.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Tomorrow's going to come sooner than you think... and considering what she decided was a valuable use of my time is putting her in those exact same graces...
A finger goes to her temple. The wheels are turning much too quickly, and that finger begins to frantically tap on her skull as she collects her thoughts.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Joey LeClair was my B-plan. He was what was scraped together for me when "Hammerstein Pusses Out, Volume 306" hit the streets. And when I was pulling at the seams, chomping at the bit, ready to lay anyone in my path to absolute waste!? Helena took that from me. And part of me, like tonight, didn't give a damn. Because I wasn't THERE for Joey, I had no interest in fighting Joey, and this little nugget in me... this little sliver-sized piece of my soul, had this foolish little notion of hope that maybe, for once, Hammerstein wouldn't be the piss-yellow little coward he is and he'd show up. Maybe he'd try to be the person he's convinced he is, instead of the cowardly little bitch that EVERYONE in MWE sees him be every single week! Maybe he'd try to pick the scraps, since that's what cowards do... but when there's no scraps to pick? The vulture doesn't come out. I sat on that anger, that frustration, that bloodlust that was denied for a week, only to have Duke Andrews try to puss his way out of a fight with me the FOLLOWING week!
Kenzie looks down at herself. Her height, and figure? It's relatively unimpressive. Although scrappy, she's small: standing at the five foot mark, perhaps weighing just a bit more than 100 pounds soaking wet with a brick in her pocket, and it can be argued most of that is in her long, silky, chocolate-colored hair.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I'm sorry... this is what your champions are afraid of? CHAMPIONS! The supposed best of the best! What are they the best at? Running a 100 meter dash at lightspeed when Kenzie Garrett comes to town?
A small smirk breaks her cold expression.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Fucking fine by me then. Because I know that at least tonight? Helena and Joey will show up. They'll at least fucking fight each other. I may be the third wheel to give Hammerstein a chance to live for a few more days, maybe make peace and say bye-bye to that precious little baby, but I'm not letting tonight be completely invaluable to me. Tonight, it's been said by Joey and Helena. In this environment? There are no rules. There's no limitations. Anything can happen!
She plucks a kendo stick off the wall. It, like her tape in prior weeks, is covered in its entire surface area barring the handle in tacks, no doubt an homage to Rebel Manson, the former beau who's logo is on her white muscle tanktop. She gives a practice swing, the horrible weapon slicing the air with a grotesque noise from its swoop.
KENZIE GARRETT:
Good. Helena and Joey are coming to my slaughterhouse, where what I'll be serving is just but a taste of what Chloe Collins is desperately protecting Hammerstein from. My inclusion in this match isn't pointless... this is just the next installation of my art. It's a statement piece to Hammerstein, about the brutality and suffering that he has nightmares about coming true, and Helena and Joey are the ones that were unfortunate enough to lose the lottery and suffer for his sins. This is nightmare fuel. This is suffering! This is torment... and every laceration I leave on them, every cry for mercy I hear from them, EVERY time I snuff out that little voice in the back of my mind that says 'maybe this is too much!'
She popped the stick over her shoulder, clutching it tight with her taped hand.
KENZIE GARRETT:
I'll see your bloated face in my head, Hammy... and I'll swing... even... harder. Enjoy your night back at home, bitch. And maybe consider sending Joey and Helena a few bucks for their hospital bills since they're taking the heat for you.
A middle finger went in the camera's direction, a direct message to her rival who'd wrestled the night prior. The Californian storming her way out the door as our scene drew to its close.
Triple Threat Match
No Disqualifications
Helena Noir VS Joey Leclair VS Kenzie GarrettNo Disqualifications
For all the confidence she had shown in the days leading up to this match, Kenzie's attitude quickly changed once she realized what she got herself into. For the first four minutes she wasn't really a factor in this match, getting knocked down with a double superkick from Helena and Joey as soon as the bell rang. The two rivals then started trading some hard shots, Helena held her own but eventually Joey got the upper hand, managing to land a series of four consecutive forearm shots before sending Helena in the corner. Garrett was back on her feet, but not for long, courtesy of a Death Dealer Elbow. Now Leclair was free to focus back on Helena who, meanwhile, had exposed the top turnbuckle, covering it from Joey's sight with her body. She played possum until he was within striking distance and surprised him with a kick to the stomach, grabbing him by the back of his head and slammed his face on the exposed steel. Another time, for good measure. A frustrated Kenzie charged in and got tripped by Helena with a drop toe hold that sent her head first against Joey's crotch. An unexpected outcome, as Helena's apology suggested, but effective nonetheless, killing the famous two birds with one stone. After that intense start, the weapons came into play. Chairs, mostly, but a kendo stick as well, at least until Joey broke it in half against Helena's back. Kenzie was laying on the outside, courtesy of a clothesline from Joey, and had yet to make her impact in the match. She decided to do it in a spectacular fashion, sliding back inside the ring and charging at Leclair, stepping on the unfolded chair Helena had dropped him onto a minute ago and jumped at him, wrapping her legs around his head with a hurricanrana. She then picked up the chair and smashed it against Helena's back. The last Liberty Champion pulled herself up to her knees after the chair shot, trying to regain a vertical base. Kenzie placed the chair under her head and, after hitting the ropes for extra momentum, curbstomped her onto it. Joey was there to break up the count. With Helena laying on the outside, Joey and Kenzie were now fighting it out. The Soulknife had no qualms in going low, blocking the piledriver attempt with a low blow and quickly following with a snap ddt. Noir came back into the ring a with a steel chair in hand threatening Garrett with it. Kenzie picked up one as well and the two women stared at each other ready to duel it out. Instead, they exchanged a quick nod and hit Joey with a double chair shot for the most painful of sandwiches. Now that Leclair was taken care of, the two women settled thing between them in a quick exchange that ended with Helena's Fondu Au Noir. Joey recovered in time to interrupt the submission with a soccer kick to Helena's head. A ladder may not be the most conventional or easy to use weapon, but it was the one Helena introduced next. And she made a damn good use out of it, holding it horizontally to knock down both opponents. She then laid it on the canvas and suplexed Joey onto it. Taking revenge for the deep cut he caused her with that C'est La Vie through a chair, she placed him through the rails and, throwing any cautious out of the window, jumped onto it with a Swanton bomb. After a moment to recover and pull him out of the ladder, she made the cover, broken up by Kenzie. The final part of the match was quite chaotic and saw Leclair trying to restore order, delivering Death Dealer Elbow Strikes to both his opponents. He focused then on Helena, wanting nothing more than proving himself against someone he, in his words, used to look up to. Turning his back for so long on Garrett was a mistake he paid for when he finally had Helena in position for the Stygian. "Hey asshole" Kenzie called him, cracking his skull open with a vicious chair shot. Joey still connected the vertebreaker, but it was Kenzie who reaped the benefits. WINNER: Kenzie Garrett BY: Pinfall (Stygian), 15:03 |
Peyton Holland: "Ruthless and opportunistic. Big win for Kenzie tonight!"
Jessi Idol: "Her opponents were no slouch, but the Soulknife found a way to win."
Peyton Holland: "I think it's going to be hard to ignore her now. And that goes for both the management AND Hammerstein."
Jessi Idol: "Her opponents were no slouch, but the Soulknife found a way to win."
Peyton Holland: "I think it's going to be hard to ignore her now. And that goes for both the management AND Hammerstein."
Voice:
The following was pre-recorded...
The background is a large Union Jack, the flag of the United Kingdom. “God Save The Queen” is being played as well as cameras come into focus. A few moments later the gorgeous blonde haired British Bombshell steps into view from stage right. Glory Braddock is wearing a purple skirt, matching purple black high heeled pumps, and a floral print white blouse. Sunglasses cover her eyes. Her long blonde hair hangs to below her shoulders as she steps the center in front of the flag background. The music slowly dies down and when it comes to a complete stop it is then that Braddock begins to speak.
Glory Braddock
I hope the Chinese wrestling fans out there don’t mind the backdrop I chose for this…
Braddock uses her right thumb to point to the flag behind her that serves as the background.
Glory Braddock
...but I am English through and through. I am proud of that fact and while I do have a residence in Miami right now I will always and forevermore be English to the core. It is who I am and I am proud of it. While we are speaking of pride, I am proud of who I am and of what I have accomplished in my career. I am proud because I know that I worked my bloody ass off to get to where I am today, to the point where I could retire safe in the knowledge that I have achieved a legendary career.
The blonde beauty pauses to let the words sink in but eventually she shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
I am not someone who is content with anything. I love this sport too much, I respect this sport too much, to simply be content with where I am right now. I will always strive for more. I will keep going on and on until I fall over dead. That’s also who I am. Riot, in my debut, I fought someone who is a direct contrast of who I am and what I represent. Leia represents those who are in this sport for all the wrong reasons; the fame, the glory, movie and tv deals, money, and on and on and on, but not for the right reasons, not for the love of competition. People like Leia disrespect the sport so I dropped her on her head and put her out of her misery.
The British Bombshell takes off her sunglasses and casts them aside.
Glory Braddock:
I would like to think...or at least I hope...that Henri Black will provide the kind of competition I desire. We’ll compete later tonight, Henri, and from what I’ve heard about you, what I’ve observed, we’re not all that different except maybe in terms of experience. We are both passionate about pure wrestling and I know that at Way of the Dragon we can steal the show. You and I can put on a clinic for the bloody tarts like Leia and any others like her who don’t know a wristlock from a waistlock and yet are here, wasting your time and mine. We can show them all what wrestling truly is, we can show the fans what wrestling truly is, and we can do it all through our match tonight. Just do me a favor, mate. One tiny favor…
Braddock shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
...do not let me down. Last Riot Leia disappointed me so I had to drop her on her head, jarring whatever brain material is in that skull of hers. I have already wrestled once this week and my opponent, much like Leia, disappointed me. I hope you have learned your lessons, I sure as hell hope you’ve done your homework, and I definitely that you will provide me with a challenge worthy of my efforts because know that I will damn sure challenge you, flower. Every match, regardless of the opponent, regardless of the stakes, I take them all seriously. Every match and every opponent gets my entire heart and soul, and that includes you.
She points a long, slender, carefully manicured finger at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
All of your skill, all of your knowledge and experience, matched up against yours truly, The British Bombshell, The Best in the World, this has the makings of a show stealer, mate, and I really do hope it is. But understand this, mate, despite all of your skill and talents, despite all of your knowledge and ability, you are still up against one of the best pure wrestlers in the business today. And regardless of whether you give me the fight of my life or if you end up being another pathetic blowhard like Leia, you will still have the same choice that everyone else who faces me has; you can tap out or you can get choked out. The choice is yours. Sic Semper Tyrannis…
The scene fades.
Backstage in the locker room, Henri Black not yet in full gear wearing a singlet and slacks is applying tape to his wrists, without looking up or even acknowledging the camera at all, he speaks.
Henri Black:
Well, it’s been a few weeks and I’ve had time to process what happened in Dalian and while I am still far from pleased with what happened and believe that Joey Leclair got off incredibly easy for his actions I simply cannot obsess over the past, instead we’re going to talk about the present… and the future.
Henri tests his tape job pounding his fists against his palms in turn and flexing his hands before looking up..
Henri Black:
But first, some background for our little chat. Glory Braddock, I was watching your debut in Hubei two weeks ago and I was impressed and what you said before that match, well, it really resonated with me. You see it was the love of the game that brought me here granted like most young men I was blinded by the glitz and glamour for a time but in the end you and I see eye to eye on this matter, there is no greater thing than the thrill of pure competition… although I have to say championship gold is a close second.
Henri stands up and removes his singlet, the scar from the injury that almost ended his career still visible on his right shoulder.
Henri Black:
This is a fact that I can only assume a competitor with a résumé as impressive as yours can understand and having seen that résumé, I have to say I haven’t been this excited about a match in years… facing a fourteen time world champion? A woman recognised by the fans as one of the very best to ever lace up a pair of boots? How could I not so tonight when you step into that ring I want you to give me everything you have and I will do the same. I will meet you head on, hold for hold, strike for strike. Tonight we will find out who is the superior mat wrestler, we will find out if your speed is enough to compensate for my strength and when the dust settles, well, no hard feelings either way.
Opening his gear bag Henri removes his trademark Black tights, tonight adorned with golden thorns twining through several skulls along with plain black elbow and knee pads.
Henri Black:
Oh, and one last thing… Welcome to Millennium..
With that the camera crew exits the room and closes the door as Henri can be heard humming his own theme music as he pulls the pads up onto his arms.
Singles Match
Glory Braddock VS Henri BlackHenri and Glory two of the heavy calibers on the a Riot roster met for the first time tonight in Nantong. Both of them former world champions in their own, it's safe to say that they have their eyes set on the Riot Championship and whoever will walk out of that cage with the title later tonight. The match starts with the classic clinch, but the stalls doesn't last long. As soon as she felt Henri out-powering her, Braddock raised her knee and caught Black in the stomach, taking the match to the canvas with a headlock takedown. With little effort Black stood back to his feet and fed himself with a couple of elbow to the abdomen, sending Glory against the ropes and on the mat with a back body drop. A few stomps later, he pulled her up receiving a couple of punches to the ribs. A flurry of kicks followed and left Henri stunned, situation capitalize by Glory with her Gloria In Excelsis Deo (codebreaker). The former AXN champion kicked out in two. The fans in Nantong weren't disappointed by this match, a back and forth contest where both competitors had their chance to shine and close the match. Henri with a triple German suplex, the last one being a bridged version. Glory with her London Plunge after flooring Black with a fisherman ddt. Imagine the disappointment of the fans when such a great contest was ruined by Pierce Manning and Jenni Anderson deciding to introduce themselves to the Riot roster by attacking two of the biggest stars in the rosters. WINNER: // BY: No Contest, 5:17 |
Sir Figgles: "Who the hell are these guys?"
Zackary Dyson: "Pierce Manning and Jenni Anderson, the two most recent additions to the Riot roster. And they choose quite a stage to introduce themselves to the fans and roster"
Sir Figgles: "Messing with Black and Braddock? I wouldn't call that making an impact. I call that making a mistake."
Zackary Dyson: "Pierce Manning and Jenni Anderson, the two most recent additions to the Riot roster. And they choose quite a stage to introduce themselves to the fans and roster"
Sir Figgles: "Messing with Black and Braddock? I wouldn't call that making an impact. I call that making a mistake."
Riot Championship Match
Cage With Weapons Match
Devin Hearst (c) VS Meg RydellCage With Weapons Match
Megan Rydell and Devin Hearst, the Riot Championship awaiting whoever will walk out of this cage. On top of the weapons hanging on the walls, amongst which a guitar was standing out (Brien Storm would be proud), the contenders were allowed to bring their own weapons. Kenzie showed up with a Kendo stick, while Devin brought in a bag. Not the same bag Nina carried earlier tonight, a smaller one more similar to a gym bag. The referee asked him to let him check the content, and the Champion refused to, saying it was something Andrew prepared for him. The referee insisted and reluctantly, Devin agreed on opening it and when he did.. A shocked look appeared on both men faces, while Devin let out an audible "what the fuck" before turning around to look at the entrance stage. Somewhat of a mishap happened and the bag Devin was given wasn't the one Wilkow had prepared for him. It was, indeed, Andrew's gym bag, the sock the former Dog Of War tossed with a disgusted look on his face at an even more disgusted Rydell didn't leave any doubt. You can argue and make all the jokes you want about the actual effectiveness of a used sock, but if anything he distracted Megan long enough for teb Riot Champion to run and push her against the cage wall with a pounce that would make Hammerstein jealous. This gave him an early edge, allowing him to take control and inflict a lot of damage to the challenger. As expected, things got brutal quite soon with Dev grinding Meg's face against the cage. The Riot champion looked determined to rearrange Megan's features, pushing once again her face against the unforgiving steel before sending her to a seated position with a snapmare and retrieving a chair from the wall, smashing it across her back. The turning point for the challenger happened when Devin launched her against the cage and the young Rydell was quick enough to jump and start the climbing. Obviously Hearst grabbed her foot and stopped the ascension, but Megan managed to grab the guitar and break it on the champion's head. She then launched herself on the dazed opponent with a crossbody and obtained a count of two. The challenger took now control, her kicks, and the wise use of foreign objects such as the chair, often in combination with her educated feet, and her trusted kendo stick poor the champion in a precarious position. Battered and bruised, his back especially was carrying the signs of multiple kendo stick shots, Hearst was now hanging on the cage wall to pull himself up, but Megan didn't allow him to, connecting the Mega Kick (running single leg dropkick). The entire cage was shaking after the impact, the champion was down and a trickle of blood was dripping from the side of his head. Megan wasted no time and hooked the leg to make the cover. Devin raised a shoulder at the last possible moment. Frustration began mounting in Megan as none of her attempts seemed to be enough to keep Devin down. The kendo stick, or what was left of it, joined the guitar in the corner of discarded weapons after the brutal shot on the back broke it in half. Hearst was on his knees, Megan raised his chin and talked some smack. A counterproductive move that saw her ending head first against the cage when Devin grabbed her by the hips and dragged her down. Hearst used this moment to recover rather than trying to inflict damage to the opponent or even escape. "Boss!" Came the powerful voice of Andrew Wilkow wushing down the ramp with a bag in his hand. Devin slowly raised back to his feet, shooting a stern glare at his assistant who, without saying a word, tossed the bag over the cage. Hearst opened it and pulled out a... A pizza cutter decorated with a floral motif? Yes, indeed. Not what anyone expected, and definitely a questionable look to it. But it worked, even on Meg's head. It was hard to watch at the young girl's face turning into a crimson mask, her screams of agony were something the MWE fans will carry home as an unforgettable memory of tonight. Next, a shell came out of the bag, and Devin broke it on Meg's skull, revealing its content of shiny tumbtacks. Two more shells were crushed on Meg's head, a bed of tacks now scattered on the canvas. The champ picked up the opponent and was ready to go for his Desperado on the tacks, but Megan kneed him in the family jewels, quickly dropping him head first on the sharp objects with a ddt. Some of them pierced through the skin of her back, a little price she gladly paid to get her hands on the Riot Championship... Except Devin still kicked out before the three. Megan tried to escape the cage then, but her climbing was stopped by a couple of heavy shots to the back, and before she could realize it, she found herself on the camp's shoulder, moments away from being dropped on the tacks with The Comedown. Bleeding and exhausted, Devin asked for the cage door to be opened and walked out, where Wilkow was waiting for him with the Riot championship. Hearst raised it in the air, and then slapped his assistant on the back of his head for the bag incident. WINNER: Devin Hearst (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Cage Escape, 18:11 |
Peyton Holland: "At the end of a brutal match, Devin Hearst retains."
Jessi Idol: "Did he really threw a sock at his opponent? That was... Eewww"
Peyton Holland: "Really? You watched him slicing her forehead with a horrible floral pizza cutter but a dirty sock is where you draw the line?"
Jessi Idol: "... Yes."
Jessi Idol: "Did he really threw a sock at his opponent? That was... Eewww"
Peyton Holland: "Really? You watched him slicing her forehead with a horrible floral pizza cutter but a dirty sock is where you draw the line?"
Jessi Idol: "... Yes."
The scene draws open backstage where we see noneother than Simon McMillion (known to wrestling fans better as Javen), standing beside a table. Javen is apparently all ready to go for tonight’s defense of the MWE Tag Team Championship. That is, of course, judging by the fact he’s adorned in his ring gear and MWE tag team title belt. Now as the camera moves around a bit we get a better view of the aforementioned table Javen’s standing beside. What does that matter? Well because there’s an opened pack of Oreo cookies!
Javen reaches down into the opened package and pinches a cookie between his thumb and index finger. He holds the cookie up and looks at it, admires the fine craftsmanship of the delicious treat. And then just like that Javen plops the cookie into his mouth and crunches away on it.
??:
What the hell are you doing dude?
The camera pans back until the view is widened enough to include Christian Michaels into the scene. Michaels too looks ready to go for tonight’s title defense as he comes to a stop in front of his brother.
Javen:
Havin a pre-match snack…?
Javen says with a shrug.
Christian Michaels:
Man I been looking everywhere for you. Look we’re supposed to meet up with the interviewer, ya know to give our final thoughts on tonight’s mat---Wait a minute! Is that a package of Oreos?!
There’s a nod from Javen before he starts snacking on another cookie.
Christian Michaels:
Ya know last night Bree and Teagan we’re lookin for….Hold the phone, tell me it wasn’t *YOU* that stole their cookies!
Michaels shoots a glare at his younger brother. Quickly Javen raises his hands up in the “Don’t shoot” position. The younger brother McMillion shaking his head “No”.
Javen:
What?! No! What kinda monster do ya take me for? Sheesh man!
Having no real proof that his brother stole these cookies Christian has to believe him. Or, well, actually realizes he can’t really press the accusation. Instead the elder brother rolls his eyes.
Christian Michaels:
Alright, whatever man. Let’s just go and say what we gotta say.
Javen glances to the camera. Then he looks to his brother. Camera. Christian. Camera. Christian.
Javen:
Orrrr, and here me out here, we just say it to *this* camera!
The self-proclaimed Thrillbilly gestures towards the camera. Christian turns his head to look at where Javen’s gesturing. He starts to nod in agreement. A moment later and both brothers stand side by side, beautiful championship titles gleaming in the backstage lighting.
Christian Michaels:
So we meet again “BreeTee Committee”..... First and foremost on behalf of the both of us; I wanna say congratulations on your victory last night. Bree. Teagan. Together the two of yawl managed to out last eleven other teams that had their sights laser-focused on our coveted Millennium Wrestling Tag Team championship!
Christian pats the plate of his title.
Christian Michaels:
Eleven other teams stood between yawl and getting to this show tonight. And together the two of ya fought and scratched your way to another meeting with Simon and myself. It’s an impressive feat ladies.
At this juncture Javen interjects himself.
Javen:
Yeah it is impressive. Quite impressive. And like Christian said, congratulations from the both of us. But I wanna add a heartfelt *Thank you*. See me an ole C-M here? We know there’s not exactly a long list of champions in the history of these titles, but when it’s all said and done one day? We’re looking for the wrestling historians of several decades from now to look back at the history of tag team wrestling in this company and recognize that me an him ARE the best damned team to ever step foot in Millennium Wrestling. By fighting as hard as yawl did through the grueling tournament….By refusing to be eliminated last night, and finding a way to secure your place in tonight’s match? You did us a solid. In fact you’ve really helped us out in our quest to be the best tag champs this company will ever see.
Christian Michaels:
That’s right Simon, Bree and Teagan helped us out by bringing to us the most worthy challengers to our championship reign yet: themselves. Tonight we face two women in that ring that are as hungry as anybody else that’s walked through those doors. We face two women that although we have defeated them before, we know that past victory will mean nothing. No doubt in our minds you two will bring the fight to us ten fold compared to past meetings. But do not get it twisted at all ladies. Like my brother said, we’re looking to be remember as the best team to ever step foot in this company. So as hard as you gals hit us? We’re gonna hit harder! You wanna make this match a marathon session? Well trust an believe yawl that the Brothers McMillion can go all night long!
Javen:
What my brother’s saying is we’re ready, willing, and DAMN-sure-able to out fight you, out wrestle you, an out last ya.
Christian puts an arm around his brother’s shoulder.
Christian Michaels:
BreeTee Committee? The Brothers McMillion thank you for your challenge. We thank you for how hard and how far you will push us tonight. But make no mistake about it, this is not the end of our reign as champs. We’re still in the early stages of building our legacy. See ya out there!
Christian says before walking out of the scene. The camera is left on just Javen for the moment. He picks up the last Oreo from the pack.
Javen:
And there ain’t a damn thing Ross and Rachael can do to help ya!
And with that Javen takes his leave too. Before we fade back to ringside the camera shot pulls in tight on the Oreo package. On the side we can see written in marker: “Property of Bree!”
MWE Tag Team Championship Match
Brothers McMillion VS BreeTee Committee
Bree and Teagan fought really hard for this opportunity. Twenty four hours ago, they were fighting against three other teams in an exhausting elimination match, and Breeberry was still wearing a heavy bandage on her ribcage, heavily targeted by the Golden Era in the last part of their match. And although not at 100%,she still decided to start the match, taking on the Oreo thief Javen. And even though this wasn't about some missing biscuits, the episode perhaps gave Smith some extra motivation in the first part of the match, bringing out a more aggressive side that quickly put her on the driver's seat. A series of forearm shots stunned Simon, who then was fired against the orner by Bree who charged in with a shoulder tackle to the stomach so strong that it lifted Javen off his feet. Gallagher made the tag and climbed to the top rope, ready to jump with a legdrop after Bree connected the backbreaker. Teegs tried to slow the pace, wearing down the Thrillbilly with some holds on the mat. The experienced wrestler found a way to get free and push Gallagher against the ropes, leveling her with a clothesline. Simon then made the tag to Christian who, first thing first, prevented the tag from happening by knocking Bree off the apron with a forearm shot. He then worked on Teagan, picking up a neat fall with a sit out side slam. Tagging each other in and out, the McMillions kept themselves fresh and used wisely the moments they were in the ring together with moves like the Dirty South Drop, finding Smith ready to save her team in the circumstance. If there's something Gallagher is not good at, it's giving up. For a good eight minutes the Irish born has been at the mercy of her opponents, kicking out of each and every pinfall attempt and eventually creating the opening she needed to reach her corner with an enziguri. She reached the corner and dove in to make the tag, but Bree wasn't there, taken down off the apron by Javen. CM charged on and clubbed her from behind, firing her in his corner. She blocked his run with a kick to the face, hitting Javen with a back elbow and rolling under the older brothers clothesline, finally tagging Bree back in. Smith cleaned house, taking care of CM with a massive clothesline. Javen tried to cheap shot her with a right hook, but Bree ducked it and dragged him back inside the ring with a suplex. With the fans behind her, she connected the Power Of Bree on Christian and one on Javen as well. Her moment of glory didn't last much longer as CM kicked her in the injured ribs, putting a halt to her offense. The brothers sneaked in a double suplex before the ref restored the order and sent Javen outside. Christian kept insisting on what was clearly Bree's weak spot, targeting the ribs and setting her up for the Just Like That. Before he could make the cover, his attention was caught by his brother screaming. Both him and Tegan were taken down and knocked out by the members of the Golden Era who now entered the ring and attacked Bree and Christian as well. The referee had no choice but to stop the match, although that didn't stop Neil and Kyle assault. WINNER: // (BROTHERS MCMILLION STILL CHAMPION) BY: No Contest, 14:48 |
Zackary Dyson: "Oh come on now!"
Sir Figgles: "ROOOOOOLLLLLLL TIIIIIIDEEEEE!!!!!"
Zackary Dyson: "After everything they've been through, Bree and Teagan deserved a fair shot at the very least!"
Sir Figgles: "Well, flash news for you buddy. Golden Era has gone through the exact same amount of matches as the BreeTee. Where's their fair shot, huh?"
Zackary Dyson: "... But they lost..."
Sir Figgles: "BY A SMALL PACKAGE! That's not a real move, it shouldn't be legal!"
Sir Figgles: "ROOOOOOLLLLLLL TIIIIIIDEEEEE!!!!!"
Zackary Dyson: "After everything they've been through, Bree and Teagan deserved a fair shot at the very least!"
Sir Figgles: "Well, flash news for you buddy. Golden Era has gone through the exact same amount of matches as the BreeTee. Where's their fair shot, huh?"
Zackary Dyson: "... But they lost..."
Sir Figgles: "BY A SMALL PACKAGE! That's not a real move, it shouldn't be legal!"
Guard:
Miss Kirilenko? Miss van Beek wants to see you. Now.
Yulia doesn't seem surprised. Not in the slightest. Without saying a word or opposing any sort of resistance, she stands up and silently follows the security member down the hallway to another office. He opened the door, inviting the Riot General manager to enter. Not that she had much of a choice. Inside the room Grace, her assistant Elsa and the Millennium General Manager Chloe Collins seem to be waiting for the russian.
Grace van Beek:
Kirilenko. Please have a seat.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Cut the crap, Grace. I know why you summoned me here.
Her blunt reply seemed to shock more Elsa and Chloe than Grace.
Grace van Beek:
Always so defiant. You knew this moment was coming sooner or later.
The russian General Manager smiles.
Yulia Kirilenko:
You never liked me, Grace. But you needed me. You needed me and Riot to play your game with Chuck and strike a new and more remunerative contract. You got it, and now, you don't need me no more.
Grace van Beek:
Accurate. But I was going to tolerate you.
She quickly replies.
Grace van Beek:
I was going to let you play with your toy, as long as you remembered who really runs the ship.
Yulia Kirilenko:
I don't kneel, Grace.
The Riot General Manager stressed the MWE Owner's name, knowing how much the South African hates it when she's not addressed as miss van Beek.
Grace van Beek:
I know. And that is why we are here tonight. Miss McCarthy took a look at your files and she found a series of good reasons to terminate your cont...
Yulia Kirilenko:
Oh no... You don't get to fire me... I already quit and sent my resignation to the Board Of Directors earlier tonight.
Everybody, including Grace this time, is taken aback by this revelation. Yulia, instead, is smiling.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Ever since Gian brought me here, I've always been the anomaly, the variable you couldn't control, the contrary note singing off tune. And before I go, on my own terms like I've always been in this past year, I want you to think that what you have tonight, what you built with this company... You could have bever done it without me. You could have never done it without Riot.
And make no mistake. Just like you never controlled me, you'll never control Riot.
And on those words, Yulia left the office and the company. Slamming the door, of course.
MWE Championship Match
First Blood Match
Melissa Reeves (c) VS REDD ThunderFirst Blood Match
The main event, the match everyone has been waiting for. MWE's most coveted prize on the line between the champion, Melissa Reeves and the Walking Disaster. Redd Thunder came out tonight wearing his old mask, leaving the chinese fans a bit confused. Is the old, beloved Thunder back? Not really, as he removed the mask once stepped inside the ring. By decision of the now former Riot General Manager Yulia Kirilenko, in her last act before the resignation, the members of American Pain Experience, as well as Bobbi Jackson and Sophie O'Brien are banned from ringside. Would this be enough to ensure a fair contest between the two competitors? The match started before the bell even rang, a few provocatory words tossed around by both wrestlers and the Thunder pushed the champion back. Mel chuckled, shaking her head before hitting the big man with a right punch to the jaw. It was going down in Nantong, Reeves not at all intimidated by the size difference, was bringing the fight to REDD, kicking his legs while dodging those massive fists the big man was throwing her way. Eventually her hard work paid off, a front kick to the knee forced the Thunder on a kneeling position, and the champ quickly hit the ropes and smashed him face first on the canvas with a leg drop bulldog. REDD was starting to get up when Mel kicked him hard on the side, once, twice, three times. Thunder was down once again, and the fourth kick reached him on the side of the head. This gave Melissa enough time to roll out of the ring and retrieve a steel chair, the go-to weapon in this kind of situations. She immediately found good use for it, slamming it across the big man's back. This didn't stop REDD from raising back to his feet, grunting and panting as he was clearly frustrated by this first part of the match where Mel had a clear dominance. The champion swung the chair right to his face, the deceptively quick challenger punched it off her hand, sending it in the front row. The thunder clenched his massive hand around the MWE Champion's throat, lifting her from the floor. She kicked him without thinking, hitting him right on the crotch area. Once free, she went for a running ddt on the bent down opponent. If the first part was all Mel, REDD came out in the long run, obliterating Melissa with his Killamajig (spinning spinebuster). He wasted no time, squashing the champion with a running senton and then dragged her back to her feet, grabbing her by the hair and smashing her face first against the turnbuckle, inviting the fans to count with him all the way up to ten. He only could do it right times before the Reaver blocked the ninth attempt putting her foot on the middle rope and quickly swinging her elbow backwards catching her challenger in the pit of the stomach. Lifting herself on the top rope, she then jumped at him with a crossbody, caught in mid air by the Walking Disaster who then lifted her over his head with ease and tossed her out of the ring. Things got damn serious out there, and people started to wonder how hard Mel's head was when not even a brainbuster on the steel steps was enough to crack it open. Even REDD himself looked to be annoyed by this, eradicating the upper part of the steps and launching it at Melissa who, although dizzy, was able to avoid it. She slowly made it back to her feet, just in time to see the opponent picking up the base of the steps and charging at her like a battering ram. The instinct of the champion kicked in and she launched herself forward, towards Redd taking out his leg with a dropkick. Thunder fell face first against the steps he was carrying. Even in this case, the impact wasn't enough to spill blood, and the match could continue. Over fifteen minutes in this grueling match and the two competitors were still going. REDD was showing a great condition, especially for a man of his size, deadlift Mel for the German Suplex he calls Big Bang Attack. He followed with some stomps to the upper body, picking up the chair Mel brought in a couple of minutes earlier and smashed the MWE Champion with it. The second shot missed the target as Reeves rolled under the bottom rope and on the apron. Redd went to pick her up but Mel drop down off the apron, causing the Thunder to bounce neck first on the top rope. As he was catching his breath, the champ dug once again under the ring, picking up a black baseball bat wrapped in barb wire, raising it in the air for the roast of approval of the fans. That would definitely get the job done, Mel must have thought. Hard to disagree with her, the weapon she was now wielding was probably the best choice to cut the opponent's skin and draw some blood. REDD dodged the first song with surprising agility, the sharp edges passing inches away from his chest. The sudden movement caused him to lost balance falling on his knee. Mel swung the bat again, a clean shot REDD was able to block with the steel chair. Back to his feet, he parried a third shot, wresting the bat from her hands and watching it roll on the outside. He then drove the chair in her mid-section, flooring or with a heavy shot to the back. He accurately placed the chair on the motionless champion face, climbing up to the top rope and soaring the sky with an incredible and spectacular moonsault. Reeves threw the chair in his direction catching him during the rotation phase. REDD crashed down, not too far from Mel who pulled herself up, ready to hit the next move. She was stopped by the referee, who immediately called for the bell. The chair caught the big man right on the face, busting his nose open. WINNER: Melissa Reeves (STILL CHAMPION) BY: First Blood, 19:41 |
The match was over, but Melissa's night is far from it. The rest of APE surrounds the ring, in what is starting to look like a repeat of last Wednesday's ending. Tonight, though, the champion has some back up in Bobbi Jackson and Sophie O'Brian, rushing down the ramp to help the MWE champion.
Sir Figgles:
Oh man... It's about to go down!
The tension starts building between the three women inside the ring and the members of American Pain Experience standing on the outside. But much to Figgins' disappointment, Constantine laughs and invites his partners to a cautious retreat. Reeves raises the title in the air, reminding REDD and perhaps CCJ as well that she is still the MWE Champion. Someone else has laid their eyes on that title, and she's standing right next to Mel.
Peyton Holland:
Oh would you look at that...
Jessi Idol:
Geeez.. I don't see this alliance lasting long.
Zackary Dyson:
I don't know Jessi. The enemy of my enemy and all that...
Sir Figgles:
Yeah it's all cool, but can we talk about how Riot has no longer a General Manager?
Zackary Dyson:
Yeah, that was shocking.. I wonder who will take Yulia's spot.
Peyton Holland:
That's a good ques...
Sir Figgles:
Hashtag Figgles TwentyTwenty
Zackary Dyson:
God please... no...
Jessi Idol:
Uhhh, well time's up guys! Millennium and Riot will come back in January. On behalf of MWE we wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Sir Figgles:
Oh man... It's about to go down!
The tension starts building between the three women inside the ring and the members of American Pain Experience standing on the outside. But much to Figgins' disappointment, Constantine laughs and invites his partners to a cautious retreat. Reeves raises the title in the air, reminding REDD and perhaps CCJ as well that she is still the MWE Champion. Someone else has laid their eyes on that title, and she's standing right next to Mel.
Peyton Holland:
Oh would you look at that...
Jessi Idol:
Geeez.. I don't see this alliance lasting long.
Zackary Dyson:
I don't know Jessi. The enemy of my enemy and all that...
Sir Figgles:
Yeah it's all cool, but can we talk about how Riot has no longer a General Manager?
Zackary Dyson:
Yeah, that was shocking.. I wonder who will take Yulia's spot.
Peyton Holland:
That's a good ques...
Sir Figgles:
Hashtag Figgles TwentyTwenty
Zackary Dyson:
God please... no...
Jessi Idol:
Uhhh, well time's up guys! Millennium and Riot will come back in January. On behalf of MWE we wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!