Millennium L: Big In Japan Tour -Nagano

Millennium L: Big In Japan Tour -Nagano Jan 16, 2020 19:04:36 GMT -6

Post by gvb on Jan 16, 2020 19:04:36 GMT -6

Big In Japan Tour
Millennium L
Live from M-Wave in Nagano
Wednesday, January 15th, 2020

The M-Wave in Nagano is filled to capacity for the second stop of the Big In Japan Tour for the green brand. The camera pans over the hor crowd as "When Legends Rise" by Godsmack blasts out of the loudspeakers and pyrotechnics illuminate the entrance stage with their explosion of colors. With a quick movement, we are taken to the announcer's table where Peyton Holland and Jessi Idol welcome the audience with their wide smiles.

Peyton Holland:
Good evening from Nagano!

Jessi Idol:
It's Millennium L Peyton! You know what L stands for?

Peyton Holland:
Fifty...

Jessi Idol:
Exactly! It's the episode number 50 of Millennium, and what a card we have to celebrate it!

Peyton Holland:
From top to bottom, we have a series of interesting match ups. Want me to name a few? Let's start with the main event, the one everybody is looking forward to.

Jessi Idol:
The Death Kick, Tiff Rollins against the Anarchist, Neal Durder in his MWE debut.

Peyton Holland:
A tag team specialist, Neal joined Millennium to pursue singles success, away from his girlfriend and tag partner Lowri Moss. What better way to do that than ending the longest single reign in MWE history?

Jessi Idol:
It's not going to be easy, Tiff has been champion for over a year for a reason.. And I met her backstage, she's extremely focused and ready for the task at hand.

Peyton Holland:
No doubt she is. I wonder how does Christian Michaels feels, after what happened to his wife last Saturday on Riot.

Jessi Idol:
Yeah that was hard to watch, and he already swore to make Heath Williams pay for this. But tonight, he and his brother take on the Golden Era.

Peyton Holland:
Kyle and Neil have their eyes on those MWE tag team titles, tonight is a big opportunity for them to earn the shot they barely missed at Way Of The Dragon.

Jessi Idol:
Their significant others will also be in action, against the former champs Jetpack.

Peyton Holland:
And again, Helena Noir versus Victoria Salinas, Gavin Grimes versus Joey Leclair in a no disqualification match...

Jessi Idol:
... Raymond Reznik versus Luna, the Lockdown Champion Duke Andrews going one on one with Sophie O'Brian..

Peyton Holland:
As you can see, there's a lot on the plate tonight. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

We cut backstage, finding Chris Constantine cursing at his phone.

Chris Constantine Junior:
Dammit!

Not far from him sits Duke Andrews, who doesn't seem to share his fellow APE member tension.

Chris Constantine Junior:
How can you be so calm? With Redd gone we need to find someone else to replace him...

Duke Andrews:
Nah.

Chris shakes his head, scrolling through his phone.

Chris Constantine Junior:
We do. You don't...

A grunt escapes his lips, cursing at his cell and almost launching it against the wall.

Chris Constantine Junior:
Nothing... I called every name on my contacts list and nothing... Come on give me your...

He stops as a wide figure walks past the camera, too fast for us to identify who that was. Constantine, instead, definitely recognized them.

Chris Constantine Junior:
What the f... Hey wait!

The son of the legendary manager of the Dogs Of War runs off screen to chase the mysterious figure, while Duke shrugs his shoulders, looking to find the focus for his match later in the night.

Singles Match

Miss Malice VS Akemi Hayashi

In the opening contest, the Lipstick Timebomb looked to bounce back after the loss suffered at the hands of Hammerstein back in Yokohama. Akemi Hayashi received a warm welcome from her fellow countrymen, who incited her through the first part of the match where she obtained an early near fall with a roundhouse kick, icing on the cake of a lightning quick striking combination. Malice answered with a drop-toe-hold takedown and a senton across the Danger Princess’ back. Miss Malice focused her attacks on that part of the opponent’s body, pounding the lower back with elbow drops and stomps. A run to the ropes and Akemi was sent flying over Malice’s head with a high back body drop. The landing was unpleasant as it could be, once again hard on the back. But the worst had yet to come for her, and it did in the form of a double foot stomp. After pulling her, Miss Malice landed a few forearms to the opponent’s face, leaving her standing groggily in the centre of the ring. The Canadian went for a roaring elbow missing the target as Akemi moved out of the way, quickly sneaking behind the back and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling Malice down on her extended knee.

The japanese fans seemed to particularly enjoy seeing the Yokohama born dismantling the opponent with those hard kicks to the ribs and chest that were testing Malice’s pain tolerance. And the Lipstick Timebomb passed the test with honors, pulling herself up despite the flurry of kicks that were still coming at her. Once on her feet, she even dared Akemi to hit her once again, and the Japanese promptly obliged. Her kick to the chest was blocked by Miss Malice, who then pushed her foot causing Hayashi to spin around. The roaring elbow connected this time, and it knocked the japanese down. Malice made another cover after a standing moonsault, but it wasn’t enough to grant her the win. Back to work she went, returning the courtesy with some kicks to the chest of the kneeling Akemi, the last one flooring her once again. Another standing moonsault, this time landing knee first on the opponent’s chest, even though it resulted in the same outcome as before. Akemi had a comeback of sort, building a bit of momentum only to miss her Grapey Marshmallow Fizz (running split-legged Yakuza kick), which gave Malice the opportunity to drop her neck first over her knee with a Reverse DDT. Akemi was down, the distance was right and Malice was quick to climb on top and land on her with the cannonball she calls Explosion, squashing Akemi for the three count.

WINNER: Miss Malice
BY: Pinfall (Cannonball), 5:49

Peyton Holland: "Nice win for Malice tonight."

Jessi Idol: "It was important to get back on the track after last week's loss. She did it in a convincing fashion."

Backstage we go, as the Millennium logo is front and center. For a brief moment it seems to a production error, or maybe someone missing their cue, though the camera refuses to cut away. The reason for that is soon clear as Null appears, carrying a sign that reads “SILENCED BY POWERS THAT BE”. The frown evident even with the mask, Null opens his mouth to speak, only to pause and shake his finger instead as the subtitles appear.

*Another week. And yet, we are denied by Management.*

Null nods, emphatically pointing at his sign.

*What was our crime? What was so punishable that we found ourselves the subject of their ire? Free speech has long been promoted, the one tool of the working class that could not be taken away. And when they tried, when we fought back, they silenced us in other ways. They don’t want to hear the truth, just their version of the truth. And all other dissident voices are silenced one way or another.*

Another point to the sign, specifically pointing to “POWERS THAT BE”.

*They cannot keep us quiet forever. They cannot keep the workers down. Though we suffer, we suffer for the cause. Though we are punished, we know is it is because we stand firm in our beliefs. They can silencers however they wish, but they can never keep us down. Not when there are those willing to fight.*

Nodding firmly, Null places his sign to the side, unzipping his jacket to reveal his TMNT shirt.

*Ashley Whitmore, you more than others should see the truth in my words. You have dedicated yourself to studying, becoming one of the smartest individuals on the Millennium roster. So Ashley, you can see that management will keep you down if they do not like you. You should see the bias that exists within this company, and how you are one bad day from being in the receiving end as well.*

The jacket is fully removed, Null slamming it on the ground before pointing a finger into the camera.

*You know what Martyr means. You know that there are key moments in history, where the actions of a martyr have played an integral role. I am the martyr, Ashley. I am the man willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good, so that no other has to suffer as I’ve suffered. Others who have spoken out against management found themselves on the unemployment line, and don’t believe for a second that it’s just a coincidence. Don’t believe management when they say there was no other choice. They wanted them out, they wanted them gone because they were rabble-rousers, they just needed an excuse. I’m the only one left willing to fight, and if that makes me an enemy, so be it.*

Taking a deep breath, Null slowly lowers the finger, hovering over the camera with an intensity in his eyes.

*Tonight, you need to be reliant on street smarts instead of book smarts. If they don’t want to play by the rules?*

Null reaches out, ripping the camera away from the hapless employee, holding it in his face as a snarl forms.

*Neither will I.*

Singles Match

Null VS Ashley Whitmore

The second match of the night saw Null taking on Ashley Whitmore. After sitting out for the entire Way Of The Dragon Tour, the wolf boy has started this Japanese tour with the right foot, picking up a win against Yuki one week ago in Yokohama. Determined to make it two in a row, he started out strong throwing Ashley all around the ring with a series of arm drags. Whitmore rolled on the apron to escape from this initial assault, but Null was right back on her, trying to drag her back into the ring. Using one of the oldest tricks in the book, Ashley jumped off the apron, causing Null to bounce his neck on the top rope. A springboard flatliner through the ropes planted Null on his head, earning hear a first near fall. Quick back and forth action characterized the first part of this match, with Null earning a slight advantage and starting to build some momentum after he caught Ashley on the top rope with a hurricanrana, to which he followed with a shining wizard and a standing moonsault to complete the sequence. Whitmore kicked out in two.

The Canadian had no qualms in taking all sorts of shortcuts to regain control, pulling the referee between her and Null and using him as a shield to protect herself from the charging wolf. He was somehow able to slow down and stop before knocking the referee down, but Ashley caught him off guard with a punch to the side of the head, wrapping her arms around and twisting until she found herself back to back with Null and drove him down with a neckbreaker slam. Her ruthless side surfaced as she kicked Null’s head off with a punt kick as he tried to pick himself up, but this wasn’t enough to keep the Wolf Of All Streets down. Nor was the diving bulldog she connected moments later from the top rope. The Voice Of The Voiceless will not be silenced tonight in Yokohama, slipping away from a suplex lift and quickly hooking Whitmore’s arm connecting the backslide driver he calls Worker’s Comp. Ashley kicked out of the pinning predicament, trading hands with Null and almost surprising him with a snap reverse ddt after ducking his attack, only obtaining a count of two from the sudden move. Taylor Swift’s “I did something bad” blaring out of the loudspeakers distracted her when she was setting Null up for the Brain Dead, even though her sister never appeared on the stage. The wolf boy exploited the situation with a kick to the stomach and an irish whip that sent her back first in the corner. The combination The Prowl/The Kill (leaping spear in the corner/spinning backside kick to the head) gave the Voice Of The Voiceless his second consecutive win.

WINNER: Null
BY: Pinfall (The Kill), 7:30

Jessi Idol: "Wolf boy's on a roll!"

Peyton Holland: "He's definitely letting his actions do the talking, although I didn't quite get the reason for his protest."

Jessi Idol: "Same.. Look at Ashley, she's fuming!"

Peyton Holland: "Well, i can see why, she was in control before her sister's music hit. If I were Nikki, I'd start watching my back."

The action of the night has been paused briefly to transport us backstage where the cameras seem to be roaming freely, until they settle upon a particular locker room door which opens slightly, just enough for the lens to focus inside, the soft hums of a distinct cultural sound bellow out as the soft mumble of a chanted mantra rings from the lips of the individual who has come into focus. The cameras rest there for a few moments as the inaudible words echo from her lips until the camera zooms close enough.

Woman:
Aum Aeem Bhreem Hanumate, Shree Ram Dootaya Namaha.

Almost as if she was suddenly aware of the cameras presence, the woman opens her eyes revealing herself to be none other than Qiyara Singh, sitting in a crouched position, her hands held together in front of her chest her neck bent slightly almost as if she were bowing while sitting down she nods towards the camera.

Qiyara Singh:
Namaste or Kon'nichiwa as is customary here.

She bowed her head fully before lifting herself up to a more crouched position and climbing to her feet.

Qiyara Singh:
Ever since Night Two of Way of the Dragon, I’ve been pondering, what should I do next? Where should I go? What are my goals. I’ve known from the start that I’ve come into this business to make a name for myself, to show off my unique individual style, and to put on the best show that I can for you fans.

There’s a soft wink given to the camera before she steps forward to continue.

Qiyara Singh:
So far it has been difficult to figure out exactly how I can do that, to the best of my ability, At first it was easy, wrestle in the tag team tournament and work with Rhett Adelson to obtain victory, garner some in ring experience and have Rhett’s back when he needed it, much like he has done for me in my in-ring transitioning. We did our best in taking on the teams of Nightfall Rising and BreeTee Committee but somehow we ended up coming up just short of our goals. So we both have been left wondering just what was next.

She stops now placing a hand on her hip before turning to the camera once more.

Qiyara Singh:
Thankfully, I no longer have to ask myself this question. Ever since it was announced that I would be given a chance to compete in Japan in my very first singles match, it's like I've had a moment of clarity, coming here to Nagano to experience such historic sites like the Zenkoji Temple, Togakushi Shrine, and Chibikko Ninja Village reminded me of everything I wanted to represent from the moment I stepped into a Millennium Wrestling Ring. The very facet of what makes me, ME!

Rapidly she rolls her neck before she smiles even more.

Qiyara Singh:
I know that Mr. Spectre offers a style that is so incredibly unique, Die-Fly I believe is what he called it. I’m not much for leaving the ground myself, but when I do it is typically to bring someone else down so already you are in for a treat, but I’m left wondering just what he knows of me. This is my chance and my opportunity to show you exactly what it is that I am made of and believe you me, while I know Mr. Spectre wants a win for both himself and his Hooligunnz

Pausing momentarily she seems to struggle with the pronunciation of her last word before continuing

Qiyara Singh:
But I’m certain of what I’m bringing to showcase my own ability. Perhaps a sprinkle of Indian Curry to leave Mr. Spectre “Singhing Off Qi”.

With a light laugh the figure of Rhett Adelson appears with a smirk on his face as Qiyara waves to the camera.

Qiyara Singh:
See you out there Nagano!

Singles Match

Qiyara Singh VS Spectre

Singles competition for one half of the former tag team champions, The HooligunnZ. But don’t think for a second that his partner Trey Cole was far from him, standing in his corner. Qiyara didn’t come alone either, her boyfriend and tag partner Rhett Adelson was watching her back in her first singles match in MWE. With his agility and speed Spectre dominated the first part of the match, scoring a couple of near falls with a superkick and a diving crossbody. Rhett keeps cheering on Singh, slowly getting the fans behind her. But the master of the Die Fly style looked to always be one step ahead of his opponent, blocking the Butterfly Suplex attempt and landing on his feet in front of her, jumping and raising the knee to her face. The impact sent Singh a few steps back, rebounding against the ropes and into a hurricanrana from Spectre. Using the ropes to pull herself up, Yara sent Spectre flying over the top rope with, but the Swoltergeist landed on his feet and quickly went for shoulder to the midsection, dodged by Singh who quickly hit him with a knee to the head and dropped him down with a rope hung ddt.

After that moment, Qiyara took control, slowing the pace and showing her prime technique with various choke holds to keep the high flyer grounded and wearing him down. Spectre stretched out his leg and touched the ropes to get out of the Pace choke. Being the sportswoman that she is, Singh immediately let go of her submission, standing back to her feet and waiting for the opponent in the middle of the ring. Spectre reached her there and swung his right arm, ducked by the indian who was quick to move behind his back and apply a sleeper hold. At first the twenty-four years old tried to fight his way out of it, but it seemed like the more he struggled, the more pressure Qiyara put on his neck and trachea. The safest option was, once again, the nearby ropes. And he had almost reached them when Yara transitioned into an inverted neckbreaker, following up with a pinning predicament that saw Spectre kicking out in two.

The Hooligunn hit a german suplex out of nowhere, starting that combo he calls Click,Click, Boom and that saw him connecting a superkick and shining punch right after. But not even this was enough to keep down Rhett’s girlfriend, who caught him as he was ready to jump off the top rope with her 540 spinning hook kick. Spectre fell down face first on the canvas. It was the best chance for Qiyara to go for her Qi Lock, the temible calf crusher submission. Trey jumped on the apron, distracting the indian girl and nobody noticed that he was no longer wearing that heavy golden chain around his neck. Since the referee was failing in his attempt to convince Cole to stop trying to interfere in the match, Rhett swept off his legs and sent him crashing face first on the apron. The referee was still busy with the two members on the outside and never noticed Spectre wrapping the chain around his fist and knocking Qiyara ou with a punch. As the indian hit the mat, the official turned around just in time to see Spectre connecting his double jump phoenix splash known as Die Fly and pick up the win.

WINNER: Spectre
BY: Pinfall (Die Fly), 9:24

Jessi Idol: "Come on ref!"

Peyton Holland: "Hard to keep track of things with all that chaos outside the ring..."

Jessi Idol: "Yeah, and cheaters thrive in situations like this."

Peyton Holland: "It sucks for Qiyara, but the HooligunnZ were quick to capitalize on the occasion and steal the win."

Pre-recorded…

The sand is softly golden with just the right comforting warmth. To rest on the beach feels like a cosy hug, one only matched by the sunshine filled sky. But the true beauty of this picture is the individual lying on a yellow beach towel. You cannot tell, but she is dark brown haired woman. Sunglasses cover her eyes to protect her eyes from the sun’s rays. An almost smug look is written across her lovely face as she gazes up into the sky. This is Summer Collins and she is wearing a teal colored two-piece bikini bathing suit.

Summer Collins:
This is the life, and dare I say it is an absolutely FABULOUS life…

Voice from off screen:
Enough with the puns already, Summer.

She turns her head ever so slightly in time to see her best friend and tag team partner, Jessica Lasiewicz, walking into the scene from stage left. The Archangel is wearing red two-piece bikini bathing suit and is carrying a yellow beach towel similar to the one Summer is lying on. Jessica places her towel down on the sand and then she lies down on the towel. Summer hands The Archangel a pair of sunglasses which immediately are placed upon her head, covering her eyes.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
Thank you, Summer.

Summer Collins:
No prob, Jess. But come on, you cannot deny the truth. You cannot deny facts and the fact is that our debut against a couple of HooligunZ was absolutely FABULOUS!

Jessica Lasiewicz:
What did I tell you about puns?

Summer Collins:
Sorry, babe, but I just can’t help myself. We are the GCW World Tag Team Champions, we have been on an absolute tear ever since we reunited, and now we have brought our Fabulous fashion sense and wrestling skill to MWE. It is similar to creating a brand, or a franchise. And as the one with the true business sense on this team of ours, I know everything there is to know about branding and franchising. Our brand may have begun in GCW but it has expanded to the shores of MWE where we will continue to expand. We already introduced The HooligunZ to our brand and now we are going to introduce our brand to...um…

Collins turns and looks over at The Archangel.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
...Jetpack

Summer Collins:
A Jetpack? No, no, I mean the team.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
That is the team, Summer. Penny Kaplan and Jet Blanchard.

Summer Collins:
Oh, I see…

Collins shrugs and looks back up at the sky into the bright gorgeous sun. The Archangel sighs.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
You’re right, Summer, we do have a brand now. We are franchising and branching out, but that also means that protecting our brand is all that much more important. We impressed in our debut by defeating former tag team champions. Some in this company may have doubted that a couple of newcomers could pull that off...even if we are the reigning tag champions in another company...but if there was any doubt as to our talent and ability then we brought an absolute end to that doubt, but if perhaps The HooligunZ had underestimated us, then Penny and Jet will not underestimate us. They have film footage from last week and know exactly what to expect from us. We will not only have to be stronger, tougher, and better than them, but we will also have to be stronger, tougher, and better than we were last week.

Summer Collins:
And we will be, Jess. We’re going to do what no other franchise could even imagine doing, each week we’re going to improve and be better than the previous week. Each week our brand will be better than it was. So if Jetpack thinks they can take down and roll past the absolutely Fabulous team from last week? Well, they’re in for a rude awakening.

The Archangel smirks knowingly.

Jessica Lasiewicz:
Don’t you mean, IN YOUR DREAMS?

Summer Collins:
Now who is throwing out the puns?

The two ladies share a laugh.

Tag Team Match

Jetpack VS Fabulous

In the first of two tag team matches of the night, Fabulous took on Jetpack in their second match in MWE. Jessica Lasiewicz was the one kicking things off for her team, taking on Penny. The former MWE Tag Champion was aware of the ability of her opponent, and seemed to respect her, circling around Jessica before eventually grabbing her arm and locking up in a clinch position. It took her awhile, but eventually Penny started pushing the opponent backwards, until her back was leaning against the ropes. An irish whip then sent Jessica for a run, right into a shoulder tackle from Kaplan. Summer took the blind tag when Lasiewicz hit the ropes, waiting for the moment when Penny turned her back to pick up Jessica to enter the ring and club her from behind, looping her arms around her waist to connect a snap german suplex. Penelope rolled right back on her feet, kicking Collins in the mid section and launching her shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Grabbing that same arm and twisting it, Penny walked the opponent to her corner where Jet made the tag and jumped with a double axe handle on the hyperextended arm. The Georgia born brought his speed into this match, obtaining a near fall after a beautiful springboard cutter before Collins caught him with her Money Clip (stunner) out of nowhere, creating the opening she needed to reach the corner and make the tag to Jessica.

This contest was a manifesto for tag team wrestling, both teams showing their great chemistry with a lot of combined moves and fast paced action that kept the fans on the edge of their seats. With the May We All (Argentine rack into a neckbreaker from Penny) the former champions almost put the challengers away, if it wasn’t for Summer diving in and breaking the count. The wife of Golden Era’s Neil Newman connected with her Stock Market Crash a couple of minutes later, slamming Penny on the mat with her Rock Bottom. But despite Jessica’s attempt to stop Jet from making the save, the athletic Blanchard was able to dive over her and interrupting the pinning predicament. The order was quickly restored by the official, and Penny and Summer locked horns once again with the respective partners waiting in their corners ready to step into the ring when the situation required it.

At least until Donovan Keane leaped over the barricade and grabbed Jet’s foot, pulling him down from the apron and punched him in the face. His partner in Nightfall Rising, Jay Gallagher, did the same with Jessica Lasiewicz on the other side. The referee immediately stopped the match as soon as he saw the interference, but this didn’t stop Nightfall Rising from sliding in the ring and knocking out both Summer and Penny with a double superkick to Kaplan and their Nightshot (reverse STO/jumping enziguri) on Collins.

WINNER: //
BY: No Contest, 11:20

Jessi Idol: "What the..."

Jay rolls out of the ring and grabs a microphone, handing it to his tag team partner. The boos are loud and heavy, but Donovan Keane doesn't seem to care.

Donovan Keane:
Thank you, Arigato...

He opens mocking the japanese fans with the fakest of bows.

Donovan Keane:
This, all this... It's your fault.

Even Jay looks confused at his partner.

Donovan Keane:
Here in MWE, just like in Portland... You people keep cheering for talentless HACKS, people like the Cake Princess and Big Jim over here, or Fabulous, which is the dumbest team name I ever heard...

A pause, smiling at the boos of the fans.

Donovan Keane:
And we wrestled a team called Hot & Trashy back in The-City-I-Shall-Not-Name.

Portland, in case you were wondering.

Donovan Keane:
Doing so, you endorse the management in keep giving them air time, leaving Nightfall Rising out. Which, between me and you, it's utter bullshit. How do you say bullshit in Japanese, Jay?

Gallagher mumbles something vaguely sounding japanese.

Donovan Keane:
Are you sure?

Jay confirms with a nod of his head, while Donnie shrugs his shoulders.

Donovan Keane:
It doesn't matter how do you say bullshit in japanese, it doesn't change that that's what this is.
It doesn't matter if you are former champions, the fact that you lost the titles means you just gotta go the fuck back on the line.
It doesn't matter what your last name is, miss Lasiewicz. You don't come here and steal our spotlights.
MWE, PPW and soon Southside... Consider this your notice. Nightfall Rising is tired of being overlooked. We're tired of playing nice, we know we are better than any other team on your rosters.. And if you keep holding us back, if you keep refusing to give us our opportunity to shine...

WE.
WILL.
TAKE.
IT.

And with that said, he drops the microphone, leaving the ring followed by his tag partner.

A slow, mocking applause anticipates the entrance on scene of Helena Noir. The last Liberty Champion, already dressed to compete, steps in front of the camera, looking to address something that has been on her mind since last week,

Helena Noir:
New year, new me, right?

She finally stops clapping her hands, resting them on her hips as she leans back against the wall, her eyes closed.

Helena Noir:
Such a shame your New Year's Resolution is just a different shade of the same old bullshit.

Flicking her eyelids open, she now looks right in the camera with an ice cold stare.

Helena Noir:
Yes, I'm talking to you Joey. I listened to your speech, twice actually. Twice because I couldn't believe what I was hearing...

She shakes her head, chuckling under her breath.

Helena Noir:
Let me be the one breaking this for you.
People lose passion because this business drains you, it sucks out the soul and energy, week in and week out.
They lose passion because they only have so much patience to deal with the same bullshit painted in different colors. People taking shortcuts, good folks getting trampled by the resident bully, honest professional who leave everything in this ring getting screwed over by backstage politics...
And trust me, if you think THIS management is bad...

A light laughter escapes her lips.

Helena Noir:
You should've seen some of the places I wrestled in... But I digress...

Pushing herself off the wall, she takes a step forward toward the camera.

Helena Noir:
That, little Joey, is just the circle of life. There's nothing you can do about it, stop tilting at windmills and accept that people change. Or rather, this business changes them. Some stay here for the paycheck, others, and that's my case, are consciously walking their green mile, looking to wail on that last note, to sing their swan song and finish their career on their own terms.
Stop stamping your feet, the Helena you're looking for is not coming back. She's here, she'll forever be part of me. And I'm carrying on my body and in my soul the scars those years left on me.
And this, Joey, you must accept. For your own good.

A long pause follows her words. Helena closes her eyes, as if she's mentally turning the page, closing that chapter once and for all.

Helena Noir:
Move the fuck on.

On her loud and clear message, the camera cuts to the next segment.

Singles Match

E.M.P. VS Nikki Knight

Nikki Knight had started this Japanese tour with a new attitude and determination, finally looking to get her career back on the right track. After last week’s win against Swayze Dial in Yokohama, the Canadian Knightmare looked to get a second win against Erin Marie Paige, who appeared to be growing discouraged in her constant chase of that first win, almost passive as the veteran aggressively assaulted her right out of the gate and punched her back into the corner, where she kept the onslaught going with hard kicks to the ribs and abdomen. The referee had a hard time to separate her, having to physically pull them apart. And even then, he couldn’t keep her away from Erin for too long, those hard kicks landing once again on the californian girl body. She then turned her back to Paige and applied a three quarter facelock, kneeling down and flipping her to a seated position with a snapmare, climbing on the middle rope and jumping for a pinpoint dropkick to the back. Nikki didn’t slow down, tossing the rookie opponent all around with suplexes and hip tosses, without sparing hard chops and uppercuts in between. Erin seemed powerless and unable to react, but she still kept kicking out, even from the Damage Reflex that caught her right on the face.

Knight slowed down the pace, seemingly enjoying inflicting punishment to EMP. Erin kept getting back up, almost asking for more, every now and then landing a few strikes that didn’t seem to bother Nikki too much. And eventually the Canadian hit the opponent with a knee to the stomach and lifted her for her last ride powerbomb. Erin fought her fate dropping some right hands to the top of the head until she broke free and landed in front of the Canadian Knightmare, placing her head under Nikki’s chin and dropping down with a jawbreaker. And finally EMP started showing what she was capable of, confirming those progress glimpsed in the past weeks. Simple but effective, her moveset consisted almost entirely in direct strikes and some basic throws, including a front suplex followed by a dropkick to the face for a two count. A series of stiff kicks knocked Nikki down, with Erin now climbing to the middle rope and delivering her diving legdrop. Once again she attempted a cover with the veteran kicking out in time. The near fall gave her a huge moral boost, allowing her to resist Nikki’s comeback and plant her on the top of her head with a ddt. Once again EMP went to the top, looking to end the match with her cannonball senton. But Ashley Whitmore stole what could’ve been her first life when she entered the ring and attacked her sister,

WINNER: Nikki Knight
BY: DQ, 7:24

Peyton Holland: "See? I told you..."

Jessi Idol: "Did she really have to attack her now? Erin could have won her first match!"

Peyton Holland: "I don't think Ashley cares about that.. She's out here to settle the score with Nikki, Erin was just on the way."

Prior to her match against Helena Noir later in the night, Victoria Salinas appears in the studio with a pissed off appearance as it’s clear that the events of last week are still grinding her gears quite a bit. She does get a cheer of approval from the audience knowing that she’s about to speak her mind and those that know her well enough are aware that when she tells it like it is, she doesn’t hold back. Channeling her frustrations through her mind, she’s definitely taking a no-nonsense approach as she begins to express her thoughts.

Victoria Salinas:
Last week? Let’s talk about it. Let’s talk about the fact that I had an opportunity on my hands going up against Gavin Grimes, who isn’t that far removed from challenging Melissa Reeves for the MWE Championship. On paper, someone of that caliber wouldn’t have too much of a difficult time putting me away except… that wasn’t exactly the script during that match was it? I gave him a tougher challenge than he bargained for, there is no denying that whatsoever. Not even he can deny it. How can he? I mean… here I was… to him… probably just another day in the office if I had to guess with his Jupiter-sized ego and he had to stoop to THAT in order to beat me?

Victoria pauses and briefly narrows her eyes with the anger that she has retained over the last week.

Victoria Salinas:
Let me get one thing very clear. I’m not pissed off about the winning streak ending. What I’m pissed off about is that last week was ANOTHER example of people using ME to get ahead in this company and I’ve about HAD IT! I didn’t break into this business 10 years ago to be a pushover for people to take advantage of. I wasn’t that type of wrestler when I was a rookie getting started and I’m not that now! If it’s not Charlie Webster and that crap she pulled months ago in the four way, it’s Duke Andrews cheating me out of a win later on. And you know… I admit that with the Duke Andrews match, I made a mistake. Instead of going after him… I ate shit and moved on.

Sorry Grimes, that won’t be the case this time. I’m not making the same mistake because the only one that’s going to eat shit when this is over is YOU! I’ve about HAD IT with people in this company that I come across thinking that they can control my destiny and tell me what I am and am not capable of! What I’m pissed off about is the fact that from the moment I got here, I’ve been treated like that pushover. If it’s not someone like Charlie or Duke, it’s Bethany “Just Another Match” Driver treating me like I’m fucking NOTHING and if it’s not THAT, it’s YOU!

I’ve HAD IT with being pushed around and just when I thought I was done with that bullshit, YOU come along! This isn’t going to end your way… I’m NOT going to let it end your way. I allowed that nonsense with the likes of Duke and Bethany and I’m NEVER allowing it again! I came here to be a champion again and to redefine what makes me the wrestler that I am… I didn’t come here for BULLSHIT like last week! You know it’s bullshit Grimes, yet, you don’t care. You should have just finished me last week, but you didn’t. Your threats don’t scare me. What you did to Carmine Reaper doesn’t scare me. At the end of the day, you ignited a war that you’re not going to win… because I’m not going to let it end like that.

The day will come when I get a second crack at you. I’ll do whatever I have to do to get it.

And when that second crack comes, I’ll show this brand and this company that NOBODY treats Victoria Salinas as a god damn pushover!

Victoria pauses and sighs, but during this pause, the intensity and anger she just showed draws a really strong cheer from the audience.

Victoria Salinas:
Tonight though… different story. Helena, I hate that our match tonight comes with that type of cloud hanging over our heads. At the end of the day, tonight’s just business. At least I know you won’t have to pull that Grimey Grimes nonsense! But that doesn’t mean that you’re an exception to the rule when it comes to this roster. You don’t get to treat me like a pushover tonight and with all due respect and a fair warning? The absolute last thing you want to do tonight is piss me off because tonight is one of those nights where I don’t have time for nonsense. All I ask from you is a fair fight regardless of outcome. I’ll get my revenge on that son of a bitch but for now… I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do tonight and that’s come away with a win against you!

Victoria leaves the studio hearing louder cheers from the audience as the scene cuts out.

Backstage we find Holly Wakefield sitting down at a small desk with a few referees she’s been tasked with screening before Luna’s match tonight against Raymond Reznik. Luna right now is nowhere to be seen aside from her decorated name plate on her door which featured a lavender star behind it. Holly is sorting through the different resumes as she attempts to do her best to also keep an eye on her phone for the latest updates about anything concerning her newborn son.

Holly Wakefield:

Okay, so I need someone with at least two year’s experience, so Luna feels that she will get fair treatment out there in the ring…

As she is speaking, her phone makes a few noises, indicating that she is receiving a text message and Holly quickly picks it up before she turns the phone around to show the small group of referees who are sitting there waiting for her to make a decision.

Holly Wakefield:

He just fell asleep, isn’t he cute?

The referees all mutter some praise and nod with approval despite the fact it appears to be clear they have heard this coming from her more than once by now. Holly sets her phone back down as she goes back to the resumes.

Holly Wakefield:

Right, so where was I...

Luna Smith then opens the door wearing her dark blue ring gear for this evening with her custom made, The Gemstone Gallery handmade diamond necklace which pairs with the diamond hair scrunchie that holds together her lavish, silky smooth ponytail. She stops right next to her intern-working mom and gives a mini glance to the referees to her left.

Luna Smith:

Where are we up to with the referees, Holly? I cannot deal with that awful counting and abysmal work that other referee put in last match. That’s why I lost. I’m SOO done with that.

Holly looks up towards Luna and manages to put a smile on her face.

Holly Wakefield:

We’ve got a couple of options right here that all have the experience you were looking for, it’s just a matter of picking one.

Luna Smith:

Well after those barbaric images you showed me of my opponent and his appearance in that chamber, the match with Jacob, which one do you think is actually capable of knowing when to disqualify that feral freak?

Luna twists at her hips to look over the crop of officials again with a focused look, judging them seven ways to Sunday. Holly quickly get up from her chair as she holds on to the resumes in one hand and motions towards one of the referees near the middle.

Holly Wakefield:

Well, I think we should go with the one that has the most experience, to ensure your personal safety above all.

Luna Smith:

But I don’t have to let him touch me with those hands.

Luna then turns back to Holly with a strained face and hints with her eyes to see his hands with some slightly chipped nails and calloused hands. Holly glances over at him before she looks back at Luna and quickly waves one hand.

Holly Wakefield:

Not if you don’t want to be touched, I can-

She is interrupted by her phone once again and she instinctively reaches for it, giving Luna a quick smile as a way of apology, before she picks up the phone.

Holly Wakefield:

Malcolm’s watching the baby and I told him to keep me updated.

Luna’s face drops a little bit at not having the full attention of her intern, however she gave her a little bit of grace to hear what she needed to.

Luna Smith:

Right…

And then turns back to the official before her who Holly had picked.

Luna Smith:

I expect you’ll be living up to my high standards tonight. I know my opponent’s got a stop start thing going but I will not tolerate him abusing the rules tonight. And if you do anything wrong, just know my brother will know who you are…

Holly looks up from her phone as she nods her head.

Holly Wakefield:

Don’t worry, I gave everyone a very thorough briefing on what you need out there in the ring, and since he’s been officially picked for this I know that he won’t disappoint.

Luna half-hides a reaction to Holly coming back to the conversation but ignores it for now.

Luna Smith:

He’s been told that winning this match is of the utmost importance and if he’s responsible for costing me it he’ll probably be out of a job?

Holly Wakefield:

Well, I didn’t put it like that exactly…

She winces slightly before she turns her phone around towards Luna.

Holly Wakefield:

He’s got little stars on his pajamas, so he’s the star of the night too.

There’s a small pause as Luna hears that and sees the pajamas. Luna then gives a little smile back.

Luna Smith:

Because he’s a fan of mine already...I need a name for my fans, put that on your to do list too.

Holly Wakefield:

Sure, I can do that, you just focus on your match tonight now that there shouldn’t be any worries.

Luna Smith:

Hardly any.

Luna spins around to but then spins back with her ponytail swaying around.

Luna Smith:

And don’t forget to add spring collection shopping, my new headshots, boyfriend shopping and a mani-pedi on the list.

Holly manages to dodge slightly to avoid the ponytail as she starts making a few notes in her phone while an amused expression comes across her face.

Holly Wakefield:

Boyfriend shopping? Are we picking one up at the nearest store?

Luna Smith:

We’ll start looking at the best fit for me. I’m tired of being single now. And first thing he should not be is a referee…

Luna says moving her way past the officials, expecting Holly to follow her up to the ring. She steps a little slower than usual, still used to Holly’s waddling speed. Holly appears to be a little confused by this as she follows Luna at her usual pace.

Holly Wakefield:

I had the baby, so I’m good to move normally again.

Holly gives a little wave to the referees before she follows after Luna looking to be holding up her phone once again to share some more pictures of her newborn son.

Singles Match

Helena Noir VS Victoria Salinas

A match Victoria was looking for, an opportunity to bounce back after the loss suffered against Gavin Grimes and beat the last Liberty Pro Champion. Imagine her disappointment when “Noir” by Shandon blared out of the loudspeakers but nobody came out. The tron instead, switched to a live feed from backstage, showing Joey Leclair kicking a battered Helena down. A steel chair was laying not too far from Noir, most likely the object Leclair used to knock the swedish out. Security rushed to the scene, chasing Joey away and saving Helena from further damage. As for Victoria, she didn’t look too happy with her match being cancelled.

WINNER: //
BY: No Contest, 0:00

We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Ashley Whitmore. She can’t help but crack a very wicked grin as she glares directly at the cameras.

Ashley Whitmore:
So for weeks upon signing up with this company I told everybody who my target would be. I have been saying it was going to be my older sister Nicole. Known to the world as Nikki Knight but to me she is simply Nicole Whitmore. She always has been and she always will be. So why am I focused on her?! Why did I decide to get involved in her business?!

Ashley takes a long deep breath as she continues to speak.

Ashley Whitmore:
For years even after everything went down with me breaking your jaw you still haven’t accepted any sort of forgiveness from me. We haven’t been able to really move on as siblings should. Granted I did beat you down to get my big start in wrestling all of those years ago. That was 7 years ago. We should have been moved on past that point but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

Ashley sighs speaking some more.

Ashley Whitmore:
Anyway now that you know that I am here and I will do whatever it takes to get involved in your business you should know that I am for real and I don’t plan on stopping. So instead of trying to brush this under the rug, why don’t we deal with this straight up?! You and me need to have a show down at some point and once we do it won’t go the way in which you had hoped.

Ashley smirks again as she continues to speak.

Ashley Whitmore:
I guess what I am trying to say is that Nicole there’s only one way in which we are going to settle this. I think you know in what way that needs to be. Until then I will just keep attacking you over and over again. See you soon and don’t you dare disappoint me.

We cut to the backstage area, where MWE's new backstage interviewer Iggy stands next to a calm-looking Raymond Reznik, rounded sunglasses covering his eyes while he rubs his gloved hands.

Iggy:
I'm here with Raymond Reznik and for the past week, people have been talking about your loss to Sophie O'Brian. A lot of people attribute that to the physical damage you took at Red Line while others claim she's simply better than you. What are your thoughts on those comments?

Raymond smiles and seems to find the line of questioning funny, leaning into the microphone.

Raymond Reznik:
That's the problem with society, isn't it? A lot of people talk but nobody ever listens. The facts are that at Red Line, I came up short to Kenzie Garrett. Did she win because she was better than me, or was it because her strategy paid off and she took the right moment to pick up the victory? Last week, Sophie O'Brian managed to walk out with her hand raised, but was she truly better than me? Or is she just a good strategist and, like Kenzie, took her opportunity at precisely the right time? Look at it this way...Sophie is a strategist inside the ring and she learned from a ruthless man, just like I did. If she wants another shot, I'll be more than happy to take her on again.

Iggy:
Okay, but moving on to tonight, you have a match against Luna. How do you feel about having to take her on? Would you rather have another battle with HAMMERSTEIN for the Chicago Way championship, or have you moved on from that?

Raymond Reznik:
Moved on? Never. My business with HAMMERSTEIN isn't done but again, Kenzie won at Red Line and she's headed for that title next. I'd love to knock her jaw from her skull and step up to the "American Monster" again but as you said, I have Luna in my way. How do I feel about taking her on? The same as every opponent I face...They're just an opportunity for me. To show my toughness, to scratch and claw to the next championship match, to lead this damn company if I have to. Luna failed to win the Cloud Gate championship twice now at Way Of The Dragon and I guarantee, she'll be looking at me as an opportunity of her own.

Iggy:
Do you see Luna as a threat, since she's a former Lockdown champion?

Raymond Reznik:
A threat? No.

Pausing to remove his sunglasses, Reznik stares wide-eyed towards the camera with a menacing gaze.

Raymond Reznik:
Listen, miss "Star of the Night". We both have a lot to prove lately and while some people may overlook you because of your outward appearance and ego, I know how tough you can be. Student of krava maga, huh? So am I, among other fighting styles. I just hope that when you call yourself the "IT Girl of Millenium" that it stands for "Intensive Training" because while I'm not expecting an easy fight, I want you to give me your best shot. Look into these eyes and know that when you hit me as hard as you can, all you'll do is make me madder and more violent and trust me, Luna...They might just find your head in the twelth row. It doesn't matter whether I kick your head off or make it pop when my arm wraps around your throat like a python and squeezes...

He seethes the last word before returning to a more relaxed composure.

Raymond Reznik:
...in the end, you'll be lucky if you're medically cleared for a third chance at the Cloud Gate championship after tonight.

Replacing his sunglasses onto his face, Raymond walks away from the interview.

Singles Match

Luna VS Raymond Reznik

Reznik and Luna both went through a rough path recently, looking to find the first win in Japan tonight. Raymond came out strong, hammering at the Star Of The Night with those vicious strikes of his. Luna’s speed allowed her to pretty much safely cruise through the first part of the match, dodging most of her opponent’s blows while sneaking in some quick jabs of her own. And after weathering the initial storm, the former Cloud Gate championship number one contender connected with one of her Krav Maga throat strikes and quickly reinforced the dose with knee strikes to the sternum. Three, instead of the usual two, before going for the overdrive neckbreaker, completing the Upgrade. The combination only gave her a count of two, painting a scowl on her face as she picked him up, locking him in a clinch position and driving a few knees to his face. Reznik kicked away her leg, taking Luna down to the mat and starting to ruthlessly stomp her to the ground. Grabbing her by the throat, he pulled her back to her feet and landed a series of rapid fire lefts and rights to the sides before firing her in the corner and squashing her with his full body weight. A few kicks followed, finding a breach on the former Lockdown champion’s defense and bringing more punishment to the ribcage. He lifted and sat her on the top of the turnbuckle, climbing up to the second rope and applying a front facelock before lifting her for a superplex. Luna wasn’t having any of it, holding on the ropes to block his attempt with one hand while trying to get free with some desperate headbutts. And eventually she knocked down the big man, capitalizing on this situation with a diving double foot stomp.

Just when Luna was taking control, going now for a running knee strikes to the kneeling Raymond, he surprised her with a flapjack on the top rope. The star of the night bounced back on her feet and stumbled around holding her neck and throat. Reznik lifted her over his shoulders in an argentine rack position putting pressure on her spine and back before slamming her down violently with a powerbomb. Luna somehow managed to kick out from the devastating move, starting to crawl toward the ropes to pick herself up. Her opponent, hell bent on get the win tonight and make an example out of Luna, stopped her with a stomp to the lower back, before sitting on her and applying a chinlock. It wasn’t long before he transitioned into a fish hook, causing the Star Of The Night to scream in pain until the referee stopped the illegal move. Hard to tell if Luna was more in pain or disgusted from having Raymond’s hand in her mouth, but surely she didn’t appreciate the attention he reserved her. And once back to her feet, she let him known with a nasty kick between the legs, right under the referee’s eyes. The disqualification was immediate but Smith didn’t seem to care, kicking the fighter from Canton, Ohio while he was back and running away as soon as he stood back to his feet.

WINNER: Raymond Reznik
BY: DQ (Low Blow), 8:44

Peyton Holland: "Well this was... unexpected"

Jessi Idol: "Look, I'm not trying to justify Luna but we don't know what Raymond did with those hands... And you would agree that he doesn't look very hygienic..."

Peyton Holland: "He doesn't look like the type of guy you can kick in the balls and expect him to let you live to tell, but here we are..."

In a pre-recorded shoot we open just outside of the arena. It is bright and sunny outside. Fans, bystanders, and officials are walking around in the background, some of them going in and out of the arena. What is important to us is the black haired Irish beauty Sophie O’Brian who stands in the center of the shot. She appears stoic and emotionless; her cold stare glaring daggers at the camera and into the very soul of those who watch.

Sophie O’Brian:
Sun Tzu says, “appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.”

Her cold, emotionless gaze turns upward into a confident smirk.

Sophie O’Brian:
Duke Andrews and his cohorts in the American Pain Experience…

She stops and pauses to consider her own words. A light chuckle escapes her lips.

Sophie O’Brian:
APE...how appropriate, because you fools truly are the lowest form of the primate species here in Millennium. Nevertheless, Duke Andrews and his APE cohorts have foolishly showed their hand, they have let on to the fact that they are weak. Case in point, the one known as Constantine was beaten so he needed to call in back up to beat me down. And when Melissa Reeves is just about to get the best of you what happens? You call in your reinforcements to assist you. What this says to me and any other intelligent outside observer is that none of you can get the job done without henchmen. Now I prepare to do battle with Duke in the land of the rising sun and do I expect anything different?

O’Brian shakes her head.

Sophie O’Brian:
Absolutely not. Your ilk do not change tactics. You use the same battle plan again and again and again. Granted, it is said that you should never change a successful formula. Or as they say in the southeastern United States, “if it isn’t broke do not fix it”...and for some ungodly reason your tactics have proven successful. But that was until you ran into me. Now I will not stand here and guarantee victory. I know of the handicap I am facing. I know of the challenge that I am presented with because I am under no illusions that Duke will want to beat me fairly. His pals will be with him.

She sighs and shuts her eyes.

Sophie O’Brian:
Sun Tzu says, “keep your friends close, your enemies even closer.”

She opens her eyes back up.

Sophie O’Brian:
And I am prepared to make alliances, even if they are temporary ones, that are mutually beneficial and serve the long term goal of eliminating the threat of APE from Millennium existence. Just remember this, Duke...and any of your friends who you decide to bring with you...wisdom will be the death of you.

Backstage we find Bree Smith and Teagan Gallagher a little angry in the cheeks. Bree is chewing her spearmint gum a little aggressively while Teagan is bouncing a small rubber ball against the wall in an effort to calm herself down even though it was clear from the way she was throwing that she emotional. Bree’s dressed to match Teagan with the BreeTee blue and grey attire she had her younger sister make. Little cats on Teagan’s boots while Bree had the number 120 on hers.

Bree Smith:
Can you believe the Golden Era is accusing us of stealing, Teegs? Dudes seem to forget it was you and I who had their tag team title opportunity stolen from them.

Teagan Gallagher:
They stole our golden opportunity and they’re trying to play it off like they’re the ones who are the victims here!

As she is speaking, Teagan shakes her head, catching the ball with one hand after it bounces off the wall with a loud thump.

Teagan Gallagher:
It doesn’t matter how we won against them, it doesn’t change the fact that they couldn’t keep up with the BreeTee Committee and they sabotaged us!

Bree Smith:
Sabotage is such a perfect word, Teegs.

Bree barks at her partner, it was a compliment but had a lot of Bree’s pent up aggravations over the tag team titles behind it not meant for Teegs.

Bree Smith:
We’ve been working harder than any team in Millennium to be champions. We can’t do that when there’s the golden era sabotaging us because…..well, let’s face it, they’re jealous of our hard-working attitudes, Girly.

Bree adds an uncharacteristic mmhmm expression to her partner, showing how some of Teegs’s ways were rubbing off on her a little. Teagan appears to be pleased with the way she’s influenced Bree as she nods her head.

Teagan Gallagher:
Of course they’re jealous.

Teagan quickly snapped her fingers together as if it all makes sense now that Bree has said it out loud. Her other hand grips tighter onto the ball before she tosses it against the wall.

Teagan Gallagher:
Who wouldn’t be jealous of the two girls who are the future of the tag team division here?

Bree Smith:
They’ve seen how two friends, one who’s a Smith, do it over in NVR and knew you and I would also swipe up those Millennium tag belts and it just left a bad taste in their mouth. They couldn’t handle our BreeTee brilliance.

Teagan Gallagher:
Well that was the biggest mistake they ever made…

Teagan narrows her eyes slightly as she catches the ball and tosses it over towards Bree before she places her hands on her hips.

Teagan Gallagher:
They only made us even more hungry to capture that gold, right?

Now Bree nods just the same way Teagan did a little earlier, while squeezing the ball a little.

Bree Smith:
I’d say we’re even hungrier for the gold than we are oreos.

Causing a few members of staff in the background to gasp and sharply turn their heads towards the pair.

Bree Smith:
Yep. We’re so close to proving we’re the best tag team in this company’s division and we’re not going to stop until we get THOSE DAMN TITLES.

Bree smashes the base of her fist into her hand and realizes she has the ball in there. She bounce passes the ball back over to Teagan with gusto. Teagan is quick with her reflexes as she catches the ball and makes a fist bump up above her head with the same hand.

Teagan Gallagher:
We won’t stop until we have those TAG TEAM TITLES!!

Bree bumps fists with Teagan and then blows a quick, snap bubble with her gum for it to pop a little loudly.

Bree Smith:
So how about them apples, Golden Era?

Teagan Gallagher:
Nothing but rotten apples for those two!

Teagan laughs at her own joke before she and Bree exchange another fist bump, feeling much better now, and walk off together down the hallway.

Singles Match

Sophie O'Brian VS Duke Andrews

After the win against Reznik one week ago, Sophie was looking to continue her march toward the MWE Championship, the most coveted prize in the company and the one she set her eyes on. The next adversary on her path was none other than the Lockdown Champion and one half of A.P.E, Duke Andrews. A tough client, even for the Belfast born who was caught off guard by Duke’s right jab before the bell even rang, giving the Epitome Of Perfection an early advantage. A series of uppercuts sent O’Brian bouncing against the ropes and right into a lariat from Andrews, who stayed on the attack with more punches from a mounting position. Sophie slipped away from the position she was in and kicked Duke away, pulling herself up and ducking the clothesline he tried to behead her with, going for a kick to the stomach. Michigan’s Favorite Son grabbed her foot and blocked the kick, but he couldn’t block the following enziguri. Stumbling back, he found the ropes and leaned against them, too dazed to counter the clothesline from Sophie that dropped him on the outside. He had just made it up to his feet when the pupil of the legendary Glenn Braddock launched herself through the ropes and knocked him down with a suicide dive.

The fight continued on the outside, Sophie using the surroundings to inflict as much damage as possible to the bigger opponent, introducing him to the steel steps and entering the ring for a moment, long enough to interrupt the count before rolling out once again. Duke welcomed her back with a heavy punch to the stomach that doubled O’Brian over, giving him the opportunity to return the courtesy and slam her face first on the steps. The referee shouted seven, and Andrews saw the opportunity to win the match via count out, literally launching O’Brian over the announcer’s table. He slid back in the ring, but Sophie was right behind him, her fall cushioned by Peyton and Jessi who were now pulling themselves up and regaining their seat. Duke and Sophie were now fighting on the apron, with the Lockdown Champion ducking a clothesline and picking the northern Irish on his shoulder and dropping her down with a murderous death valley driver on the apron. Even though he quickly rolled her back in the ring and hooked the leg for a cover, O’Brian still kicked out.

Nonetheless, it took its toll on Sophie and gave Duke a considerable advantage the Lockdown Champion was exploiting, connecting his best shots like the Killshot and the Crossroads. But none of them was enough to keep the tenacious opponent down. The part of the victim never fit Sophie, who found the strength to react and turn the tides of the match with a Death Of Wisdom to counter a pop-up powerbomb. Sophie then began hitting the Epitome Of Perfection with a series of stiff kicks, wearing him down and eventually locking him in the Shekhinah Glory (Triangle Choke). Chris Constantine Jr rushed to the ring to rescue his partner in crime, trying to slide into the ring, promptly stopped by the referee. Duke quickly tapped on Glory’s leg, knowing that the referee wouldn’t see it, distracted by CCJ. Glory, unaware of what was happening, let him go, cursing at the realization of what was going on. Duke kicked her hard and lifted her on his shoulders for the Andrews Effect but O’Brian slipped away, The Japanese fans witnessed the first Scorched Earth Policy as the Belfast born spat a fireball on Duke’s face, obviously behind the referee. Constantine saw it tried to brought the ref’s attention back to the action inside the ring, just in time for him to get in position and count the 1,2, 3 after the Ode To Braddock.

WINNER: Sophie O’Brian
BY: Pinfall (Ode To Braddock), 14:28

Peyton Holland: "By any means, Sophie got the win here tonight!"

Constantine slides in the ring and checks on Duke. The Lockdown Champion is fine, the fireball didn't do any real damage, it just shocked him long enough to allow Sophie to land her Ode To Braddock. Once estabilished this, Chris launches himself against Sophie and knocks her down with a clothesline. Picking her up, he blocks her arms behind her back in a straightjacket position, holding her up for Duke's revenge. Only a couple of punches landed before Melissa Reeves rushed to the ring, attacking the Lockdown Champion. Sophie whips her head back, getting free from CCJ's grasp. The four superstars are hitting each other with fists and kicks, ignoring the referee begging them to stop this brawl. As the fight kept going, A fifth member of the Millennium roster joins the battle, running down the ramp, steel chair in hand.

Trudging behind him, his manager Reese Kennedy is shouting Hammerstein to go ahead, he'll eventually get there. And the Chicago Way Champion doesn't stop, entering the ring and slamming the chair across Melissa Reeve's back. Chris pushes Sophie away, Hammerstein drives the chair in her mid section, dropping the weapon on the canvas and O'Brian on it with the Hammersteiner. CCJ starts laughing, patting Hammerstein on the back and introducing the new member of APE to the MWE fans. Melissa Reeves is crawling to the ropes, the title she was wearing when she ran to the ring fingertips away. A scream of pain leaves her lips as Constantine walks on her hand, right before she could reach the title. He picks the MWE championship from the floor and looks at it, looking at his image mirrored on the golden plate. Then he barks his orders at his two partners, asking them to pick up the champion. They do as he asks, holding her in a vertical position. Constantine looks at her, then at the title and back at Melissa telling her that she's "not worthy".

And just like that, he uses the title to knock the champion down. One last look at the championship before dropping it on Melissa's body. APE is back counting now two champions in their ranks. And with Constantine looking to add more gold to the American Pain Experience.

The scene opens backstage in the interview area. Neil Newman (on the right) and Kyle Buter (on the left) are standing next to each other. The crowd greets the self proclaimed best tag team of the modern era with a chorus of boos. The Golden Era doesn’t allow the disapproval of the fans to rattle them. Neil clears his throat, ready to speak.

Neil Newman:
For twenty eight days, everyone has been asking us, why Golden Era. WHY would you get involved in the BreeTee’s match against The Brothers McMillon. The masses want to know--

Kyle Butler:
WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY

Neil Newman:
-- would The Golden Era quote un quote ruin a perfectly great match between two of the established teams in MWE. Everyone wants to know--

Kyle Butler:
WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY

Neil Newman:
-- would WE take it upon ourselves to intervene. You want to--

Kyle Butler:
WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY

Neil Newman:
-- we’ll tell you.

The normally stoic Neil does chuckle a little over Kyle saying why in an overly dramatic manner. He regains his composure.

Neil Newman:
The BreeTee Committee STOLE the tag team tournament from us. They won in the slimiest way possible... via small package. Did they pin me with a high impact move? No! Did The BreeTee Committee beat us decisively? No! Was their victory over us undisputed? Hell no. When you are so desperate to resort to utilizing a small package to steal a victory from the annals of undisputed defeat, a small package might as well be cheating. You are essentially admitting you can’t decisively beat your opponent. We overcame The Most Valuable Friends in a decisive manner. We finish people with The End of an Era. The BreeTee Committee had to cheat to beat the best tag team of the modern (and golden) eras. Made us sick knowing there would be a possibility the BreeTee Committee would essentially cheat their way to the tag team titles, winning via small package IS. NOT. WRESTLING. It’s cheap.

Neil rolls his eyes. Kyle nods, letting everyone watching know he one thousand percent agrees with Neil’s assessment of the events that led us here.

Neil Newman:
Javen. We don’t expect our show of class for your brother’s situation to make you forget what happened at Way of the Dragon. Why don’t you look at things from our perspective, what we did Javen, Christian, was stop the wrong match from taking place. As we have already established, you were in the ring with two vile cheaters who didn’t have the confidence in themselves to decisively put us away. Kyle and I are real athletes. WE climbed our way up the college ranks. Can you count the tag teams on one hand who actually learned the art of greco roman wrestling? Greco roman is the foundation for professional wrestling, MMA. Combat sports wouldn’t exist without Greco Roman paving the way. Me and Kyle are Hall of Famers. We represent everything that is good about our sport. Can the BreeTee’s rightfully lay claim to what Kyle and I represent? The answer is no. They don’t respect tradition like we do. The Golden Era versus The Brothers McMillion is the match that should have happened at Way of the Dragon. You were cheated. The fans were cheated. The history of professional wrestling was cheated, it is a shame the titles are not on the line tonight. We plan to make up for that error. By beating you two, management can not deny what was stolen from The Golden Era. Javen, Christain, tonight, you learn first hand why The Golden Era is the only era that matters in pro wrestling.

Neil storms off leaving Kyle there to wrap things up.

Kyle Butler:
I co-sign on everything my best friend said. Christian, we gave you a way out. We were nice enough to give you time to clear your mind. What happened to your wife? Tragic man. All this anger you got raging inside, ain’t healthy. We want you and Javen at your best, you’re gonna need it, man, Neil and I are machines inside the ring. Our focus is on one thing, winning. Yours is not where it needs to be. Not one team has been able to beat us decisively, man. You and Javen may be the champs, trust us man, Neil and I will be able to take your best shot, survive, thrive, win, bay bay. That’s what we do, win, unless we are cheated, but yeah. Winners win, I have a feeling that tonight will be golden.

ROLL TIDE, BAY BAY.

Kyle winks. He walks in the same direction Neil did as the scene fades to black.

No DQ Match

Joey Leclair VS Gavin Grimes

The Death Dealer already claimed his first victim, leaving Helena Noir unconscious backstage earlier in the night. But his bloodthirst was not quenched just yet, his mission to “save” the business had only begun. And Gavin Grimes was the next name on the list. The Cult Classic Winner was walking down the ramp when Leclair floored him with a clothesline to the back. Joey picked him up and spun him around, connecting some straight punches to the face while walking toward the ring, rocking the Captain and tossing him back first against the apron. While Gavin tried to recover from this initial and unexpected assault, probably wondering what the hell was happening, Joey went to shop for items under the ring, pulling out the typical, inevitable stack of steel chairs, a table that can always come in handy and a kendo stick. Finally he walked toward Gavin, grinning down at him before swinging the kendo stick, aiming at the head. Grimes quickly rolled to the side, the stick breaking in half on impact against the hard floor, the kickback stunning Leclair for a moment, long enough for Gavin to kick his leg from the ground. With Joey now on one knee, Grimes connected with a series of knee strikes to the temple, dropping Leclair on all fours. Sitting on his back, the Captain picked up what was left of the broken kendo stick and pushed it against the opponent’s trachea, pulling back and choking him. Joey tried to fight out of it, but he couldn’t get free until Grimes decided to let him go. It wasn’t an act of mercy, but the prelude to something more wicked. With a sadistic grin, Gavin used the broken end of the stick to carve Joey’s forehead, drawing the first blood.

The blood loss didn’t affect too much Joey, bar for the annoyance of frequently having to wipe it away from his eyes. The Death Dealer regained control when he countered an irish whip sending Grimes head first against the chair he had set up between the middle and top rope in the corner. The impact was tremendous, Grimes visibly stunned as he stumbled right into a kick to the stomach from Leclair, who now dropped the former Underworld Champion against the same corner with a buckle bomb. If the fans seemed shocked to see the Chosen One kicking out from this devastating combination, Joey looked pleased instead, smiling at the opponent who was slowly pulling himself up. Four right hooks were in store for Gav as he stood up to his feet, before he was sent against the rope with an irish whip. He came back and surprised Joey with a sling blade, creating himself a much needed opening. That stack of chairs was too inviting to pass up, Gavin couldn’t help but pick one of them up and slam it hard on Joey’s chest, causing his body to squirm. More shots followed, until Leclair wasn’t moving anymore. Only then The Captain dropped the foreign object and hooked the leg for a cover, surprisingly only a two count.

The brutal match went on, Grimes now wearing a crimson mask as well after Joey’s Brain Damage on the pile of chairs. But none of them was slowing down, or holding back. A superkick from the Captain sent Leclair out of the ring, giving Gavin the insane idea to go for a suicide dive… right into Joey’s Death Dealer Elbow! Grimes fell to the floor, down and out. Joey picked his body up and rolled it inside the ring, climbing up on the apron. Before he could go back in the ring and capitalize on it, a battered Helena Noir jumped the barricade, slid between his legs and powerbombed him on the floor! A fury, the swedish wrestler, now mounting on Joey’s chest and unloading heavy fists accompanied with heavy insults and threats of ending his career. A different and somehow disturbing side of Helena, opposite to the one she showed until today in MWE but not new to those who followed her career. There was nothing the referee could do, if not watching Noir taking Leclair inside the ring and dropping him head first on the chair with a cradle ddt. She was not done yet, setting up the table near the corner and laying the motionless body of Joey on top of it, climbing on the third rope and putting him through the table with a vicious diving double foot stomp. Only now she seemed satisfied, rolling out of the ring and leaving through the silent and shocked crowd. Slowly, Gavin came to senses and without asking himself what happened, made the cover.

WINNER: Gavin Grimes
BY: Pinfall (Double Foot Stomp), 15:03

Peyton Holland: "Don't poke the bear and expect it to lie still, Joey..."

Jessi Idol: "Damn, I never saw this side of Helena... It's quite scary"

Peyton Holland: "I don't know if this is what the Death Dealer was trying to accomplish.. But if that's the case, he might have bitten more than he can chew."

Earlier tonight we all finally heard the explanation that was nearly a month in coming: Why’d The Golden Era interfere at Way of the Dragon. By this point it is a safe bet that both the other teams addressed have heard what was said. Right? Right. So it shouldn’t come as any surprise when the cameras switch backstage to find the reigning Tag Team champions standing by to share their thoughts on The Golden Era’s explanation.

Both the champs stand there with their titles over their right shoulders. Christian is adorned in his usual type of attire, though tonight it’s got a gold and white tint to it. Now Javen? Ohhh he’s going all the way in for tonight’s look. He’s got on a LSU ball cap, 2019 NCAA College Football National Champions t-shirt, is holding in his left hand a pennant that reads “Geuax Tigers”. Even Christian looks his brother up and down and raises an eyebrow.

Despite whatever amusement CM gets from Javen’s attire, he’s ready to get down to it. Michaels goes to open his mouth but he’s interrupted by Javen’s right hand grabbed his arm.

Javen:
Hold on a minute bro. Can I go first?

Christian eyes his brother. Javen gives a pout.

Javen:
Please?

The eldest of the ole McMillion brothers shakes his head and gestures for Simon to go ahead.

Javen:
What up ERRBODY!!!

We can hear the applause from the fans.

Javen:
Look before we get into what those clownshoes had to say earlier, I just wanted to holla at all yawl and say this: GEAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXX TIIIIIIIIGERSSSS!!!!!

With a big ole grin Javen steps back in place. Now for those of yawl not in the know of college football; the LSU Tigers are a big rival of the Alabama Crimson Tide. Most of a season is spent between the fans of the two clubs talking made trash to one another. Later on one side has to chow down on humble pie. This year? It was Alabama that took the L home. Needless to say now(but we will anyhow), Javen’s using that fact to take a shot at The Golden Era’s Kyle Butler.

Christian Michaels:
Once again boys I say thank you. I appreciate the concern that yawl wanna show me for what happened to Kelsey this past Saturday evening. But I would implore you to forget that because this coming Saturday night I will do what needs to be done. This weekend I will unleash upon Heath Williams and his motley crew of assbutts a terrible vengeance.

The rage that Michaels harbors for Williams is almost bubbling over as he speaks of it. Yet he manages to hold things at bay.

Christian Michaels:
But that will be Saturday and this is not then. This is now. This is tonight! And tonight The Golden Era steps in the ring with Millennium Wrestling’s reigning Tag Team champions of the World! See it’s not lost on me how big a match this is tonight. Last time that my brother and I were in the ring we were throwing down with two of the most badass chicks that’ve ever walked down that aisle. And it was a hell of a battle we had going on. No one knew which way the pendlum was gonna swing! Would myself an Simon retain our titles? Would the BreeTee Committee walk out as the new champs?!

CM looked to Javen who shrugged before going back to waving his “Geuax Tigers” pennant in the background.

Christian Michaels:
I dunno. Simon doesn’t know. Neither Bree or Tee know for sure. Hell no one will EVER know what might’ve been…..

Michaels’ gaze narrows as he glares into the camera.

Christian Michaels:
Thanks to the two of YOU!

For emphasis Javen points aggressively at the camera.

Christian Michaels:
Ya know it’s a funny thing that a couple of rough necks like yourselves stand back here talking about how great ya are. Yawl talk about ya prowess in Greco Roman wrestling and climbing the ranks from high school to the collegiate level all the way to the professional ranks. It’s a feat that is not to be scoffed at all. Yet for all that boasting…..alll that pounding on ya chest like a couple gorillas….ya couldn’t kick out of a small package?

The ole Southern Heartthrob’s eyebrow raises up in question.

Javen:
Ya know Chris that might say that they were caught by surprise; but talk around the locker room is they shouldn’t be *that* surprised to be caught with a small package. Hahahahahaha..

Christian Michaels(rolling his eyes):
I heard ya saying something about “Winners win”. Well ya certainly got that right. And that’s what the BreeTee Committee did when they faced yawl to see who’d be facing us the next night. That’s the end of the conversation right there. Whether ya liked the how doesn’t matter a damn bit. What ya shoulda done was gone to the back of the line and started working ya way back up to try again to get a shot at us. Instead ya wanna take the easy way out and ruin the classic we had going? Okay boys, tonight you’re staring down the consequences and repercussions of ya actions last month. And I can assure you all that I am laser focused on going out to that ring and putting a whuppin on yawl that’ll make ya reconsider even wanting a shot at these titles!

He held his championship towards the camera.

Christian Michaels:
Ya got anything to tell em lil brother?

Javen:
Greco Roman this…..Greco Roman that…..Mayne shut yo silly asses up with that noise! Ain’t nobody here to see any of that nonsense! People watch professional wrestling cause they like to see grown men, women, trans, and non binaries beat the hell outta one another. That’s what they lookin for! Maybe that’s a lil something the two of yas ain’t all that familiar with. Well don’t ya worry cause in just a lil bit I’ma “Geaux Tigers” all over Kyle, and if you want it too Newman? I don’t mind having to Titan up on you buddy.

And that’s the word from the reigning Tag Team champions as they walk out of the scene.

Tag Team Match

Brothers McMillion VS Golden Era

The title wasn’t on the line tonight, but the Golden Era was well aware of the implications this match was carrying, potentially projecting them next in line for the tag titles. A look at CM and it was clear to everyone that his focus was not 100% on this match tonight. Obviously, his bigger concern right now was his wife, Kelsey Spencer brutally assaulted last saturday by Pinhead and Heath Williams at the end of the Riot main event. That probably explained why Javen insisted to start the match, patting his brother’s back and trying to keep his head in the game. Neil Newman was waiting for him, catching Simon with a bicycle kick as soon as he turned around, right on the bell. The quick cover attempt saw Javen kicking out in two, before he was tossed in the Golden Era’s corner. Neil and Kyle took turns at him, quick tags as each member kicked him in the chest. It was now once again Neil’s turn, this time instead of kicks he drove his shoulder in the midsection multiple times, leaving the Thrillbilly out of breath. Another tag, this time they went for a combined move, a belly to back from Newman into Butler’s neckbreaker, with the Alabama born making the cover for a count of two. After the first three minutes completely at the mercy of the Golden Era, Javen managed to slip away from a suplex attempt and landed behind Kyle’s back as he was facing the McMillions’ corner. Christian raised his boot and rested it on the top turnbuckle, a hint caught by his brother who pushed the opponent right into it. And then, Javen made the tag.

CM seemed to have managed to channel all his frustration and the desire of beating up Williams’ into positive aggression. Well, positive unless your name was Kyle Butler who found himself on the receiving end of Michaels’ fury. Those knife edge chops turning Jessica Lasiewicz’ husband chest a bright shade of red. An irish whip followed, with Kyle bouncing back right into CM’s dropkick. The Tennessee born went for a kick to the stomach, blocked by Kyle who then pushed the opponent’s foot away, eating the Dragon WHAP from the tag champion who rushed into a cover, broken up by Neil. Butler found himself in great difficulty, sitting on Christian’s shoulders while Javen jumped off the top rope with a crossbody for the Dirty South Drop, only getting another two count out of it.

The champions were in full control, cutting the ring in half and isolating the poor Kyle who was taking a lot of punishment. Butler was now crawling to the corner after barely kicking out from the Southern Climate Leg Drop. Reaching the ropes, he leaned back against the bottom turnbuckle, taking a moment to catch his breath. Michaels wasn’t letting him, beginning to stomp the member of the Golden Era. The referee counted up to four and, when Christian didn’t stop his stomping, had some words for him, remembering the tag champion the rules. CM nodded, apparently calmed by the referee’s speech, almost apologizing for the momentarily over-aggressiveness. When he went to pick up the opponent, Kyle grabbed the waistband of his trunks and pulled him down, face first against the corner. Quickly, he started to crawl toward his corner, Michaels recovering when Butler was a few steps away from Newman and trying to prevent him from making the tag… And failing. Newman was fresh and rested, factors that easily allowed him to change the course of the match, suplex after suplex. Belly-to-belly, German, gutwrench and a bridging northern lights to close the sequence and pick up another near fall. CM was being tossed around like a rag doll by Neil who was in full control, even on Javen who entered the ring illegally and ran right into a scoop brainbuster from the Golden Era member. The Thrillbilly’s sacrifice if anything bought some precious seconds to his brother. And when Neil went to pick him up, Christian surprised him with a small package! Kyle screamed “Not again!”, remembering how this move already costed them their debut in MWE and the final of the Tag Team Tournament. He rushed inside the ring to break the pin, finding Javen on his way. The referee’s hand had almost touched the mat for the third time when Neil rolled through, pinning Christian’s shoulders down. The veteran kicked out just one moment too late.

WINNER: Golden Era
BY: Pinfall (Small Package), 16:11

Jessi Idol: "They... They beat the champs!"

Peyton Holland: "With a small package!"

Jessi Idol: "I wonder if it counts now..."

Peyton Holland: "Well, if we want to be technical, it was a counter to a small package... But anyway, what matters is that Golden Era just earned themselves a golden opportunity in the future!"

Neal Durden:
It’s been a while, sorta, kinda. Only thing I know for certain is that it’s here.

The scene opens up backstage to show Neal Durden in full ring gear stretching. He has a black hoodie over a white Pendragon shirt and his gear is a bit shinier than some he has used before; could be a new set of gear. Every now and then he takes a glimpse of the camera in front of him and takes a deep breath. After a couple of stretches he resumes speaking.

Neal Durden:
I mean the last shot at a singles title came in the form of the SSWA Rising Star championship… to be fair, that’s the only singles title opportunity I’ve had, not counting rumbles and other multi-person kind of matches.

A light chuckle escapes the young wrestler from Wales, as he looks to a side cracking his neck in the process.

Neal Durden:
Going into my fourth year in wrestling and only one true mano a mano shot at any individual championship… many would laugh at that. I’d argue that most people would consider me a failure because of my lack of accolades. Hell, the woman I’m challenging tonight is younger than what I am and already has a cabinet with more laurels than I have. There are rookies out there accumulating championship after championship; record after record; award after award… and I’m just… a reliable tag-team wrestler for any promotion to have.

Neal looks up towards the ceiling as he hears the roar of the crowd at the distance and smiles. Is one of those smiles that tell you more than any word, a reflective one; almost as if he has seen his whole career flash right in front of his eyes. Every victory, every defeat, every injury… all leading up to this shot, this opportunity he has between his hands.

Neal Durden:
A good hand if you will, and nothing more. I’m not related to any wrestling family; I’m not revered amongst the bigger names in the world of professional wrestling… I’ve not set foot in any lauded promotion… I’m not viewed as a threat to anyone. Hell I’m sure any betting man would bet against me tonight, because of that. I’m not the biggest name in the locker room, never have been… I’m not even viewed as a dominant presence when tagging up with anyone.

He turns his head to the other side cracking it once more. The look of reflection in his eyes becomes more and more apparent with every passing second as he continues speaking.

Neal Durden:
That’s why I accepted Tiff’s challenge. That’s why I came out before anyone else did. I want to prove something. I want to prove that even if I’ve had to wait more than anyone else to get to a point where, at least, I get a chance… I belong. That has been my goal for a long time. I want to prove to everyone watching that I… belong. That I deserve to be here, not just because of who I tag up with… not just riding on the coattails of another bigger name. I don’t want anyone to think less of me because my path is not full of gold.

Neal lets out a sigh and then turns his body towards the camera. His eyes now full of intensity as he seems more than ready for a fight; and smirks.

Neal Durden:
I’ve been warned about how dangerous Tiff is. There’s a reason her title reign has lasted for as long as it has. I’m not denying she has everything to defeat me. I’m not denying I’m probably the underdog going into the match. I’m not denying most people in the Millennium locker room, probably, don’t give me a single shot of actually getting out of that ring tonight with the belt… hell, I’m sure a lot of people would love to get involved just to make sure Tiff Rollins remains the champion and THEM being the ones to bring her down… I know my place, I’ve known it for a very long time now. But, I believe it’s time to break out of it.

He gets closer to the camera, the smirk on his face fades as he looks dead serious now.

Neal Durden:
Tonight, culminates a chapter in my career. Dead are the days of me thinking I’m still in UKWF trying to carve my own niche within this industry. Dead are the days of me being in Slaughterhouse taking a beating with an assortment of deathmatch weapons. Dead are the days of me being in FGA riding the wave my partner in life created. Dead are the days of me hiding behind a mask in the Underground looking to be someone I’m not… tonight… the world sees the rise of the Anarchist…

After that Neal simply turns around and walks out of the locker room, the last image the camera picks up is of Neal’s black jacket… which has the anarchist “A” symbol on the back.

Cloud Gate Championship Match

Tiff Rollins (c) VS Neal Durden

Peyton Holland: “Last week in Yokohama, Tiff Rollins laid out a challenge for her Cloud Gate Championship, a title she held for an entire year.”

Jessi Idol: “An open challenge is always a bold and dangerous move, you never know who will answer it. And she definitely didn’t expect this man to come out and take up on it.”

Peyton Holland: “Neal Durden, one half of Pendragon, one of the best tag teams in the world and newest addition to the Millennium roster. And tonight, he has the chance to make history, breaking the historic title reign and become a champion in his first match for the company”

Jessi Idol: “I’m sure Tiff isn’t planning on dropping the belt just yet. Look at her, look at how determined she is.”

The two contenders were standing in the middle of the ring, the title was raised over their heads, a reminder of what they were competing for. Both the champion and the challenger eyed the prize before the referee handed it to Rumchata Ayano. The bell rang, but none of them moved, staring at each other intensely. The impasse was broken by Neal, who smiled and extended his hand toward the champion, wishing her luck. A little hesitation on Rollins’ side, perhaps fearing the apparently sportsman-like gesture was hiding ill intentions. Not tonight, not from someone like Neal. Finally she shook his hand, reciprocating the good luck wish. This gesture was appreciated by the fans who granted the two competitors a long, hearty applause.

Peyton Holland: “It’s always nice to see this level of respect between two competitors.”

The pleasantries ended right there, the match looked intense since the early going with the champion trying to impose her rhythm and pace to the match, swinging those lethal kicks toward Neal who kept himself out of reach, relying on his agility and quickness to dodge her strikes. Until he found himself at the ropes, literally. The young champion went for a high kick to the head, looking shocked when her foot didn’t find the target. Ever creative and quick-thinker, Durden pushed his body weight backwards, rolling over the rope and landing on the apron, quickly re-entering the ring with a slingshot hurricanrana.

Jessi Idol: “That was unique!”

Peyton Holland: “Not a bad way to introduce himself to the champion and his new fans, right?”

It was no secret that the Cloud Gate Champion had always had some difficulties against quicker opponents, a weakness Neal tried to exploit since the beginning. He sent Rollins flying over his head with a back body drop, immediately followed by a low dropkick to the face. A kip-up brought him back to a vertical position, ready to kick Tiff’s head in the third row with a soccer kick. The young champion managed to drop down and avoid the kick, suddenly finding herself between Neal’s legs. She grabbed both of them and took the challenger down, pinning him to the mat with a prawn hold. At two, Neal kicked out using the momentum to take Tiffany down and pin her shoulders to the mat, sitting on her chest and hooking both legs. Two and half, said the referee.

Jessi Idol: “Damn that was a close call for the champ!!”

Peyton Holland: “She needs to be extremely careful tonight. Durden is unpredictable and very innovative in his offense. You never know what he will throw you next”

And Neal was showing this unpredictability Peyton was talking about, luring the champion to charge at him and dropping her on the middle rope with a drop toe hold takedown, quickly hitting the ropes and connecting a tiger feint kick. Once again he hooked the legs for the cover, once again the champion kicked out in two.

Peyton Holland: “Not exactly how she was expecting this match to go…”

Tiffany was holding her nose in the corner, glaring at Neal who was now approaching. A kick to the stomach kept him at distance, the young champion then looked at her hands to check if her nose was bleeding and, establishing it was not, she charged at Durden, taking him down with a clothesline.

Jessi Idol: “This is where the champion becomes dangerous, when she’s free to hit those hard kicks.”

One by one, her kicks landed on the kneeling challenger’s chest, each shot echoing throughout the Arena. Nine of them landed, turning Neal’s chest a bright shade of red. The tenth kicked aimed at the side of the head, but missed the target. Once again with a quick movement, Durden, rolled the young champion on her back, obtaining another two count out of the schoolboy pin.

Peyton Holland: “Like I said, you never know what Neal… OH MY GOD!”

What caused the exclamation of astonishment, followed by the roar of the fans? A vicious shining wizard followed by a standing corkscrew moonsault from the Anarchist.

Jessi Idol: “That’s it! New Champ!”

Jessi sold Rollins too short, although this was dangerously close to three. The momentum of the match was on Neal’s side now, the Welsh born all over the champion with shoot kicks to wear her down. She lifted her over his shoulders, going for the move he calls Nirvana’s Fall (Fireman’s Carry into an overhead kick) but the Five Foot Murder Machine slipped away and kicked him hard on the lower waist. Neal arched his back in pain, dropping on his knee as a second kick hit him on the back of his legs. Before he knew it, his face bounced against the canvas, courtesy of a running bulldog from the blonde champion. How quickly the tides had turned, and how hard the Cloud Gate Champion hits! A running big boot right when he was starting to pull himself up floored once again the challenger, forced to kick out from the following pinning predicament. Neal rolled toward the ropes, looking to break the momentum Tiffany was starting to build. She chased him and grabbed him when he was laying on the apron, pulling him up. The two began trading shots from the opposite sides of the fence, namely the ropes. A heavy right hand from the champion almost knocked Neal down, the welshman falling backwards and grabbing the ropes at the last moment, saving himself from the fall. He used them to pull himself up, ducking a second blow and sliding back in the ring, grabbing Tiffany’s legs and rolling her into another cover. This time the champion rolled backwards and back to her feet, connecting a devastating soccer kick that, luckily for Neal, caught him on the chest.

Peyton Holland: “Not enough to keep Durden down!”

Jessi Idol: “These two are really blowing the roof off”

Fifteen minutes and the match didn’t drop in intensity. Neal’s DIsaster Knee (ripcord jumping knee strike) seemed to be enough to keep the champion down, but the referee spotted Tiff’s foot on the bottom rope. Not even a minute later, another knee to the face, Tiffany’s version of the Peacemaker, made the fans believe the match was over, with Neal raising his shoulder just in the nick of time. Another heated exchange in the middle of the ring saw Tiffany coming out on top and sending the opponent against the corner. She charged in, running right into a kick to the face from Neal who then climbed up to the top rope, looking to go for one of his many aerial assaults. The champion noticed it and shook the ropes, causing him to lose balance and fall seating on the top turnbuckle. She quickly grabbed him and dropped him down with a rope hung flatliner.

Peyton Holland: “That’s the Bonegrinder, a move she learned from her adoptive mother Brytain Rollins. Is it enough to retain?”

Jessi Idol: “NO! NEAL IS STILL IN THIS!”

The challenger kicked out once again, Tiffany looked at him in disbelief as he pulled himself up, showing some breathing difficulties.

Peyton Holland: “Yeah but things don’t look good for Neal…”

Despite his asthma issues beginning to surface, Neal poured his heart and soul into this match, fighting through the adversity and resisting the relentless attacks. Until he found the opening and stunned her with a jumping knee to the chin, picking her up with the last ounce of strength and slamming her to the mat with a sitout scoop slam piledriver.

Jessi Idol: “Look, Pey… He’s going to the top!”

Peyton Holland: “It’s the turning point of the match, Jessi. Neal is going for the Starlight…”

The challenger jumped and twisted in mid air, landing the shooting star press…

Peyton Holland: “The knees! Tiff raised the knees!”

And she quickly rolled him over, pinning his shoulder to the mat.

Peyton Holland: “One!”

Jessi Idol: “Two!”

Peyton Holland: “Thr… WHAT IN THE WORLD?”

Somehow, Neal kicked out. Coughing his soul out, holding the chest and ribs, but he was still in the match. Not for long though, as Tiffany quickly connected the Death Kick and retained the title.

WINNER: Tiff Rollins
BY: Pinfall (Death Kick), 24:47

Peyton Holland:
What a night, and what a main event!

Tiffany is celebrating in the middle of the ring, the title held high in the air under a shower of confetti. Neal is slowly getting up to his feet.

Jessi Idol:
And what a debut for Neal Durder. He came up short, but I'll be damned if he didn't turn the head of every single doubter.

Peyton Holland:
The fans are on their feet, for both these fighters... Listen to this!

The cheers are loud, chants for both Rollins and Durden. Clutching at the title, Tiff turns her head, seeing Neal leaving the ring, defeated but with his head held high despite the obvious disappointment. She calls him, he slowly turns around. Rollins puts the title on her shoulder and extends her hand toward Neal, congratulating and thanking him for the match. There's a bitter smile on Neal's face as he massages his head, the point where the Death Kick hit him. He shakes Tiff's hand and raises it in the air, leaving the center of the scene to the young champion.

Peyton Holland:
And what a beautiful display of sportsmanship.

Jessi Idol:
The perfect image to close the show, don't you agree?

Peyton Holland:
A change of pace from last week, or from Riot last Saturday. Good night, ladies and gentlemen. And thanks for watching us!

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