Post by gvb on Jan 19, 2020 19:46:30 GMT -6
Riot in Kyushu
Live from Marine Messe Fukoka, Fukoka
Saturday, February 18th, 2020
"Riot" by Three Days Grace blares inside the Marine Messe Fukoka. Another sold out for the second stop of the Big In Japan Tour for the Riot Brand, for a card that, as Amy pointed out during the usual rundown, promises to be very interesting. Figgles said that he was excited to see the battle of the giants between Deacon Lewis and Pinhead, while Maynard was looking forward to the debut of Jenni Anderson. She then asked him about Devin Hearst, and the disappointment he expressed about not being in the main event. All Figgins had to say about that was that he didn't want to be Trey Cole tonight.
Everything comes into focus and as it does we are treated to the sight of Christina Zdunich with a grin on her face. She shakes her head as the cameras pan in on her face Christina grins as she begins to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
Hello to the Riot fan base. My name is Christina Zdunich and tonight I have the pleasure of stepping into the ring with the likes of Cheesecake. I didn’t forget the end goal. What I want to do more than anything in the world is to grab that Junior Heavyweight Championship around my waste. I need to have it and I am going to do anything it takes to make it to there. I don’t care who I have to go through or how many people I need to beat. The fact is I will get there…
Christina offers a chuckle as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
Tonight it seems Cheesecake is going to be in my path and I am not going to let some 98 pound chica get in the way of my dreams and aspirations. That’s not what I am going to let dictate what I do and for her to get in my way means I need to do something about it. At the last big show I didn’t get the job done against Echo. She was the better woman and I respect that but I am now officially on to bigger and better things…
Christina continues to grin and it is at this moment that we are able to see Kate Steele walking into the building. Christina turns her attention over to Kate as she walks over to her.
Christina Zdunich:
Hey what’s going on Kate?!
Kate just sighs as she glances back at Christina.
Kate: Steele
Hey I am just here for a tag team match. I just want to get through this one match and be done with it…
Christina seems befuddled as Kate seems angry. Kate just rubs it off as Christina speaks.
Christina Zdunich:
Well if you have something you need to vent about the camera is right here so by all means you can go ahead and just express your concerns because I am sure the entire world wants to hear from you.
Kate takes a long deep breath as she vents to the camera.
Kate Steele:
To be honest I am feeling very hurt right now. MY husband has made some very damaging comments about women and tonight I have to go to that ring and tag with him. I just don’t want to have any part of him professionally anymore. So I will go out to that ring and do what I am told but I really don’t want to be in a team with him. It hasn’t resulted in anything and I know I am a great competitor. There was a point where I was an amazing Lockdown Champion and we seem to have gotten away from that concept and it’s time I get back to where I was. Christina was my mentor and she helped trained me to be the wrestler that I am today.
Christina Zdunich:
In order words we both have something we wish to fight for and we are going to do everything in our power to get back to rare form. We need to showcase we are the best of the best and this will be our year. People can say whatever they want, they can do whatever they want but it needs to end with us rising to the top. So bring it on Riot, Millinnieum we will be waiting.
With that Christina and Kate hug one another as we go to elsewhere.
Everything comes into focus and as it does we are treated to the sight of Christina Zdunich with a grin on her face. She shakes her head as the cameras pan in on her face Christina grins as she begins to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
Hello to the Riot fan base. My name is Christina Zdunich and tonight I have the pleasure of stepping into the ring with the likes of Cheesecake. I didn’t forget the end goal. What I want to do more than anything in the world is to grab that Junior Heavyweight Championship around my waste. I need to have it and I am going to do anything it takes to make it to there. I don’t care who I have to go through or how many people I need to beat. The fact is I will get there…
Christina offers a chuckle as she continues to speak.
Christina Zdunich:
Tonight it seems Cheesecake is going to be in my path and I am not going to let some 98 pound chica get in the way of my dreams and aspirations. That’s not what I am going to let dictate what I do and for her to get in my way means I need to do something about it. At the last big show I didn’t get the job done against Echo. She was the better woman and I respect that but I am now officially on to bigger and better things…
Christina continues to grin and it is at this moment that we are able to see Kate Steele walking into the building. Christina turns her attention over to Kate as she walks over to her.
Christina Zdunich:
Hey what’s going on Kate?!
Kate just sighs as she glances back at Christina.
Kate: Steele
Hey I am just here for a tag team match. I just want to get through this one match and be done with it…
Christina seems befuddled as Kate seems angry. Kate just rubs it off as Christina speaks.
Christina Zdunich:
Well if you have something you need to vent about the camera is right here so by all means you can go ahead and just express your concerns because I am sure the entire world wants to hear from you.
Kate takes a long deep breath as she vents to the camera.
Kate Steele:
To be honest I am feeling very hurt right now. MY husband has made some very damaging comments about women and tonight I have to go to that ring and tag with him. I just don’t want to have any part of him professionally anymore. So I will go out to that ring and do what I am told but I really don’t want to be in a team with him. It hasn’t resulted in anything and I know I am a great competitor. There was a point where I was an amazing Lockdown Champion and we seem to have gotten away from that concept and it’s time I get back to where I was. Christina was my mentor and she helped trained me to be the wrestler that I am today.
Christina Zdunich:
In order words we both have something we wish to fight for and we are going to do everything in our power to get back to rare form. We need to showcase we are the best of the best and this will be our year. People can say whatever they want, they can do whatever they want but it needs to end with us rising to the top. So bring it on Riot, Millinnieum we will be waiting.
With that Christina and Kate hug one another as we go to elsewhere.
Singles Match
Cheesecake VS Christina Zdunich-LopezAfter her successful Riot debut last week, the outspoken and controversial Cheesecake looked to make it two in a row, against Christina Zdunich-Lopez. The Blossoming Rose didn’t appreciate the younger opponent making fun of her saying that she wasn’t even born yet when the former world champ won her last title, and slapped her hard across the cheek. A flurry of kicks and punches with no particular aim, favoring strength over precision, looking to make the most possible damage. The result was a sloppy offense, a lot of strikes missing the target, a lot of wasted energy that inevitably ended with her kick being blocked by Cheesecake. The daughter of Tripp Johnson wasted some more time mocking the veteran, and ate an enziguri kick for that, rolling out of the ring to refocus, with her BFF Big Barv silently encouraging her with a light pat on the back. Here came Christina, flying over the top rope with a pescado. The man formerly known as Tyron Bickerton pushed Cheesecake away, absorbing all the impact but keeping her safe, and giving her the chance to turn the tables. And Cheesecake didn’t let his sacrifice go to waste, picking up Christina and, after a couple of chops, suplexing her on the hard floor outside. She then climbed on the apron, looking to enter the ring, but Lopez grabbed her foot and blocked her. Cheesecake started shaking her leg until she broke free, using the same foot to kick the opponent face before diving on her with an Asai Moonsault. The referee was at eight, the girl from Scottsdale Arizona could have taken the count out victory, but she wanted to make a statement, to impress the new General Manager. She rolled Lopez back inside the ring and made the cover, but the former World Champion kicked out. With both competitors favoring a quick, fast paced style, the match remained spectacular from start to finish, with the two competitors almost mirroring each other’s moves, as if they were trying to one up each other. Christina replied with a diving hurricanrana to Cheesecake’s springboard version of the same move, hitting the opponent with the Flashing Lights as the newest Riot signee was pulling herself up. Lopez-Zdunich made the cover, but Cheesecake kicked out in two. Not even a minute had passed and the roles reversed, with Christina laying flat on her back after a spinning heel kick and the opponent laying on top of her for another near fall. The two competitors exchanged a few more shots, the major experience eventually gave the veteran the upper hand. With a tilt-a-whirl ddt, Christina created herself the opportunity to climb to the top rope, ready to go for the Mega Buster. The mere presence of Big Barv was enough to distract the veteran, giving Cheesecake enough time to stun her with a jumping forearm and eventually drop her on her head with the Sweet Treat (Elevated DDT) for the final three count. WINNER: Cheesecake BY: Pinfall (Sweet Treat), 7:21 |
Amy Maynard: "Say what you want about Cheesecake, but she can get the job done."
Sir Figgles: "4'11, 98 lbs of pure talent. And I like her attitude."
Amy Maynard: "Somehow, I'm not even surprised."
Sir Figgles: "4'11, 98 lbs of pure talent. And I like her attitude."
Amy Maynard: "Somehow, I'm not even surprised."
The camera flicks to backstage, catching the ever stunning Leia LeBeau pacing around the halls, looking clearly upset as she stared at her phone, her finger gracefully stroking the screen as she shook her head.
Leia LeBeau:
I’m so, so sorry.
She muttered to herself, already in her dazzling and over the top Las Vegas themed ring gear, that short dress sparkling in the artificial light. She put her phone away into her purse, before pulling out a little mirror to check her reflection, being very careful to check her eye makeup.
Leia LeBeau:
Director, I’m ready for my close up.
She said with a dramatic turn, that infectious and bright smile suddenly upon her features as she struck a dramatic pose, holding her cane up high as she tipped her hat. But the look of joy, her little performance routine soon dropped as she heard a voice call from behind the camera.
Leia LeBeau:
What do you mean there is no interview for me again? That is what, three shows running now? I had that booked with… whatever her name is, new girl. I made strict instructions that the interview would be at this time, in this place, and it would be simply groundbreaking!
Leia seemed clearly upset, flabbergasted that once again she did not have the interview she so dearly craved. It seemed to get to her a lot as she stamped her feet, and it looked as if this alone wasn’t the only thing on her mind.
Leia LeBeau:
Double booked? Double booked? What do you mean? I am The Show, The SHOW! What do you not understand about that? What could possibly be more important?
She crossed her arms, her face dropping as she heard the voice behind the camera, looking both upset and angry at whatever they had said to her.
Leia LeBeau:
I was signed… I was signed to bring the glamour back to this brand, do you understand? I was victorious last week, and I was the talk of the brand for my performance! My agent… My agent has been very, VERY clear that there has been a lot, A LOT of positive talk about my match, my entrance, my entire being and this needs to be spoken about. This needs the attention it deserves because I am making waves, waves I tell you!
She put her point across, but definitely didn’t like the answer she received, mouthing “How Dare” as she held a hand to her heart.
Leia LeBeau:
I have a huge match tonight, against a woman who has spent the week spreading false propaganda about me, saying I don’t care about the industry and only about myself. And she doesn’t even deserve to have her name mentioned by me, she is a horrible trickster, liar and media manipulator! Everything she has said is a lie… Who said it wasn’t a lie?
Leia then looked horrified, suddenly turning more frustrated as a redness came up in her cheeks, mouthing “Her?” under her breath.
Leia LeBeau:
And you would listen to them? I swear… I do not deserve this treatment! What have I done to deserve this? And I swear, if there are any snakes, ANY of them brought to ringside tonight, I will be speaking to HR!
Leia turned dramatically, stomping off in the opposite direction as she pulled out her phone again, likely to complain to her agent about the way she was being treated.
Singles Match
Saki VS Krissy SpencerThe former Empire Extreme Champion entered the match with a huge chip on her shoulder, looking to turn her luck around after the recent setbacks. But tonight she had her work cut out for her as she found herself facing a very determined Krissy Spencer, who tried to slow down the Singapore Mauler taking her to the mat with a headlock takedown and trying to keep her grounded. Vee Chandler at ringside never stopped supporting Krissy, almost guiding her step by step through the first part of the match. And it seemed to work, keeping Krissy focused, tossing the Kawaii Deathmachine around with an array of suplexes including, of course, the Handful Of Fun Boobplex. All her efforts though only earned her a couple of two counts, which seemed to frustrate the former Liberty Trials Champion. She voiced her concerns to the referee, who just shrugged them off. And when Krissy sent Saki against the ropes, she reversed the move and immediately ran after Spencer, catching her as soon as she rebounded from the ropes with a kitchen sink. With the opponents down, the pink and blue haired girl could let out all her frustrations with a series of hard stomps, followed by a standing moonsault that saw her landing knee first to the chest. The spectacular move was only worth a two count. Krissy tried to escape the fury of the former Empire Extreme Champion rolling out of the ring, but nowhere was out of reach for Saki who dove through the ropes and took her down with a suicide dive. The match quickly went back inside the ropes, Spencer pulling herself up unaware that her opponent was perched on the top of the turnbuckle, ready to jump at her with the Meteora she calls Cotton Candy Kiss Of Death. The match would’ve been over right there if Vee didn’t put Krissy’s foot on the rope, saving her from another loss. Saki didn’t seem to have noticed it, simply going back to her meticulous dismantling of the opponent. Hard kicks to the legs and sides, a high knee to the corner/bulldog combination, and even a piledriver, none of them was enough to keep Spencer down tonight. Krissy had somewhat of a reaction with an Air Crazy (springboard stunner) out of nowhere, but it remained a flash in the pan, an isolated episode in the Saki’s dominant performance in this part of the match. The epilogue came when Saki stunned Krissy with a back elbow to the side of the head to break bree from a German suplex attempt and slid behind the opponent’s back, spinning her into her Farfegnugen. Krissy was quick enough to anticipate the ripcord headbutt with her punch to the heart called Hand Of The Wicked to pick up victory that some of the fans might consider shocking. WINNER: Krissy Spencer BY: Pinfall (Hand Of The Wicked), 6:19 |
Sir Figgles: "Guys, we already have the upset of the night!"
Amy Maynard: "Despite her recent form, don't forget that Spencer is a multi-time champion..."
Amy Maynard: "Despite her recent form, don't forget that Spencer is a multi-time champion..."
Riot cuts backstage to a rather annoyed Hayley Halsey as she hangs out backstage. She’s definitely in business mode as she doesn’t appear to be in the mood for any sort of fun whatsoever.
Hayley Halsey:
They say that what happens in Vegas… STAYS in Vegas…
Hayley lets out an annoyed sigh as she rolls her eyes.
Hayley Halsey:
So why the hell didn’t Leia LeBeau stay in fucking Vegas? What the hell is her deal anyway? I mean… at least I got a match tonight and it’s NOT the opener… or the match after that… but STILL… what the flying fuck? Why is my ability being INSULTED by being placed in a match with someone like… like THAT? Really… what the flying fuck…
Voice:
Fucks don’t fly, girlfriend…
Hayley’s anger is interrupted by the presence of Vianca Alvarez, her image consultant. She happens to be carrying a microphone with her.
Hayley Halsey:
Not now…
Vianca Alvarez:
It’s interview time, you know. And I think it’s incredibly wise of you to NOT use any of those hacks that call themselves reporters, correspondents, blah blah blah… so… anyway… what is it about Leia that has you so… angry?
Hayley Halsey:
Well, the first thing I want to say about her is that I was honestly hoping this would be like a snake pit match or something because… bitch is afraid of snakes….
Hayley busts out laughing.
Hayley Halsey:
That’s SO sad… you know?
Vianca Alvarez:
Yes… I know… you know?
Hayley Halsey:
Of COURSE I know that you know! Duh! You’re not stupid! I can’t say the same for the inhabitants of this god forsaken country though…
The crowd responds with a loud booing sound.
Hayley Halsey:
ANYWAY… I’ll tell you what has me so angry about her. She’s in this business to show off her fake tits and her flat ass and as much skin as physically possible and to be a showgirl and to be an absolute WHORE… and she doesn’t give a damn about professional wrestling. She’s just using this to further a stardom that’s NEVER going to happen…
Vianca Alvarez:
And you mean NEVER, EVER going to happen!
Hayley Halsey:
Yes… NEVER, EVER… NEVER… ever… FOREVER! Like… she’s TOTALLY the definition of a tits and ass kind of girl that just PROSTITUTES professional wrestling just so she can spend a night sleeping with Hugh Hefner who…. UGH… he should be in JAIL for promoting the destruction of the sanctity of a fair lady like you and me…
Vianca Alvarez:
Um… Hayley?
Hayley Halsey:
Yeah?
Vianca Alvarez:
Hugh Hefner is dead….
Hayley Halsey:
….ooooooooh. Awwwwwkward… ANYWAY… whore wants to just have her name up in lights and all… and she wants to walk around here strutting her stuff and showing off her legs and causing inbred imbeciles to get a hard and then you have her wrestling outfit and… and… oh god, I think I’m going to be sick…
Vianca just busts out laughing while Hayley begins to gag.
Vianca Alvarez:
You’re SO funny! I love you!
Hayley Halsey:
No… I really am gonna be…
Vianca Alvarez:
OH… fuck… TRASH CAN!!! SOMEONE GET HER A TRASH CAN!
*TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES! PLEASE STAND BY!*
Hayley is shown drinking a bottle of water and taking a couple of deep breaths.
Hayley Halsey:
Sorry…
Vianca Alvarez:
Look, nobody can blame you! I mean… you wanted to be a wrestler to BE a wrestler… not to be a WHORE like Leia so facing her not only makes you sick to your stomach… but it’s a disgrace to humanity and everything you ever worked hard for in your professional life… ESPECIALLY everything you ever worked hard for in your professional life because there is no more important thing in the world than that!
Hayley Halsey:
I KNOW! And that’s why facing this whore is an insult to my abilities! Fine… I guess I’ll just have to excommunicate this cancer from MY professional wrestling and when it’s all said and done… I’m going to make Leia look….
Hayley and Vianca:
SO RIDICULOUS!!!
The pair have a laugh to themselves.
Vianca Alvarez:
I love you…
Hayley Halsey:
I love you more…
Vianca Alvarez:
No… I love YOU more…
Hayley Halsey:
Oh stop it! You’re making me blush.
They both turn and begin to walk away from the camera.
Vianca Alvarez:
Hey, I heard that there’s this BIG sale at SUPER TARGET…
Hayley Halsey:
Really? Do tell…
Vianca Alvarez:
A special clearance on any wrestling memorabilia featuring Leia LeBeau...
The two have a huge laugh to themselves with their continued mocking of Leia as the scene fades out.
Singles Match
Leia LeBeau VS Hayley HalseyDespite Hayley’s threats, no snakes were involved in this match. Not even fake ones, although unconfirmed rumors backstage say that a record number of plastic snakes had been confiscated during the routine checks at the entrance. What matters is that Leia could focus only on her match, and the result was a strong start from The Show, forcing Hayley in the corner with those stiff kicks. She kept swinging those long legs even with if the resperee asked her to stop, fully using the five count before finally stepping back, trying to soften the stern referee with that flirty smile of hers, before choking Halsey with a headstand foot choke. A move this one that didn’t fail to elicit some wolf whistles from a section of the crowd. She obviously had to stop at four, gracefully coming back to her feet to another scolding from the official. She nodded her head and apologized, firing Hayley in the opposite corner with an irish whip before charging in for a running big boot. Leia ended kicking the air when her opponent moved at the last second, moving behind the Sin City Showgirl and dropping her on her knees with a backstabber. The following pinfall attempt, although made with both feet on the ropes, was only worth a two count. “Cheater!” Leia yelled at her opponent, who answered with a slap to the face. The Jet City Woman looked shocked, screaming out “How dare!” before superkicking the opponent and flooring her. Despite calling Hayley a cheater, Leia didn’t shy from trying that same move herself, using the ropes to get more leverage as she attempted a pinfall after a missile dropkick. Slowly, Halsey got back into this match, the bigger experience playing a big factor as she took back control, coming close to the win with a tornado ddt. Her attacks focused mostly on the Showgirl’s back, with moves like a float over ddt and a suplex into a double knee backbreaker. neither of which was enough to keep LeBeau down for the three. A missed diving crossbody opened the way to Leia’s comeback, and the beautiful Seattle born didn’t miss it, landing some boxing combos and finishing her sequence with the crane kick. Hayley slowly crawled to the corner, picking herself up with the help of the ropes and laying there for a moment, to re-organize her ideas and catch a much needed break. Fatal mistake, as that’s exactly where Leia needed her to be to connect the running claymore to the corner she calls Jet City Jive. Three seconds later, her hand was raised in victory. WINNER: Leia LeBeau BY: Pinfall (Jet City Jive), 8:18 |
Amy Maynard: "Looks like Leia closed Hayley's mouth tonight"
Sir Figgles: "Don't let the look fool you. Those sexy legs are extremely dangerous weapons"
Sir Figgles: "Don't let the look fool you. Those sexy legs are extremely dangerous weapons"
A vignette fades in from black on a simple looking set. folding chair and a large hanging neon sign behind it that reads “Fake Tales”. From stage left out smoothly struts Brien Storm, as always cigarette loosely dangling out his mouth. Brien takes his seat and a few more drags. He squeezes out a few more moments with a wry grin.
Brien Storm:
Fake Tales of Riot echo through the air. Those echoes resonate ‘round one Mr. Devin Hearst, the current Riot Champion. Otherwise known as the man currently in your Favorite Worst Nightmare’s crosshair. On a side tangent, he also calls himself the seven headed beast or some shite. Absolutely laughable, but I digress. Hearst is a formidable opponent, easily in the upper echelon of this roster. That’s undeniable, what’s deniable is that he’s the best. See that’s in my rouges gallery of monikers. I’m the best, that’s obvious. I’ve been here for just over a month and I’ve already positioned myself to challenge you. Easy money.
Brien’s grin opens to full fledged smile and he flicks the remnants of his cigarette off screen.
Brien Storm:
Everywhere I’m at it’s that way. Hearst you’re the first in a rather large string of dominos. There ain’t no fake there mate. It’ll be shades of Dogs of War, you remember right? When I led that scrappy little unit against your well oiled machine. That was the first in a rather large string of dominos too. You may think you’re held up on your throne amusing yourself by calling me a bootleg. Keepin yourself thinkin positive, but you’re a smart man, Meg Rydell, and Eliza Valentine they’re both excellent wrestlers. You know that I’m the threat though. I’m the guy you need to keep your eyes on. I’m your Favorite Worst Nightmare, bartender, why don’t you serve me up the Riot Championship with a margarita on the side.
Brien winks at the camera with a good amount of cheek and pulls another cigarette out as he walks of camera and the seg fades to black.
Singles Match
Nina VS Zooey Idol**match will be added** WINNER: Zooey Idol BY: Pinfall (Tiger Feint Kick), 10:20 |
Backstage, Millie has got herself some hand pads she’s holding up and letting her pal and champion Liv take punches at ahead of her big match tonight. Millie pushing herself to do a few new things and even does a few swings for Liv’s head to make her duck. Liv is quick with her reflexes as she ducks with ease, before taking a step back, slightly out of breath.
Liv Mercer:
Thank you for volunteering Millie.
Liv shakes her head as she’s speaking, looking down at her hands still balled in two tight fists, clearly feeling some inner frustrations.
Liv Mercer:
I need to make a statement against Deacon Nash.
Millie Smith:
He’s scary, Liv.
Millie confesses to her friend after she takes off her gloves and pulls her drawstrings on the Liv hoody which hides more of her face. Liv gives Millie a slightly reassuring smile as she takes a step forward to put one hand on Millie’s arm.
Liv Mercer:
Well tonight I’m going to be even scarier.
Millie Smith:
Scary Liv?
Millie looks up at her slightly taller friend and Liv nods her head.
Liv Mercer:
Let’s call it Determined Liv instead.
Liv looks over her shoulder to where she had placed her Junior Heavyweight championship belt before she turns back to Millie.
Liv Mercer:
Beating Saki was only the beginning of me establishing myself as one of the strongest champions on Riot, so I need to keep showing that here tonight against Nash.
Millie Smith:
You’re very brave to fight him, Liv.
Millie gives her an admiring smile with eyes filled with hope her friend could do that. Millie’s eyes were then drawn to the title.
Millie Smith:
It is tough to be champion.
Liv Mercer:
It’s tough, but worth it too.
There is a smile filled with pride on Liv’s face as she walks over to her championship belt and picks it up before placing the golden strap over one shoulder.
Liv Mercer:
It’s my second championship in my career, but just as important as my first, and I’m going to elevate both this title and myself along the way. Deacon Nash can try to stand in my way, but it’s not going to end well for him, because I’ve got that determination on my side.
Millie Smith:
And you have Oz to be there for you.
Millie gives Liv a bigger smile and then offers her some of the leftover McDonalds french fries Millie still had from just before the show began. Liv happily takes some of the fries before she pops them in her mouth, as she chews, an idea forms in her mind.
Liv Mercer:
Here, let’s give you an idea of what it feels like…
To Millie’s surprise, Liv takes her Junior Heavyweight championship belt, and gently places it on her shoulder before taking a step back. At first Millie’s jaw drops and then she tips a little bit with the added weight of the belt but she soon finds the proper footing to hold the championship somewhat like Liv does on a daily basis now.
Millie Smith:
Champion Millie…
Millie says in a very hushed tone so only Liv and her could hear it. Liv makes sure to pat the golden plate of her championship belt before she slides back with a little moonwalk.
Liv Mercer:
One day it’ll be real and you’ll be the one going out there to teach Deacon Nash what happens when you mess with the biggest draw on The Liv Show.
Millie Smith:
EEP
Millie blurts out as she suddenly pictures herself against Nash in front of all the fans who come to see the moonwalking Mercenary do her craft in the ring. Liv turns around on her heels with a slightly dramatic spin before she places her hands on her hips.
Liv Mercer:
Pay attention to me out there tonight Millie and you’ll see how it’s done, okay?
Millie nods and then slightly in awkward manner puts the title back onto its rightful owner’s shoulder.
Millie Smith:
You will be needing this.
Liv taps her championship belt with pride, the confident smile growing on her face, before she gives Millie a quick hug.
Liv Mercer:
Thanks Mill, I’ll see you after the show.
With those final words exchanged, Liv decides to moonwalk right out of the room, filled with much confidence to get back inside the ring to do what she does best.
Tag Team Match
The Steeles VS Nightfall Rising
The change of attitude in both Jay and Donnie was clear since the bell rang, or even before when they sent both Teddy and Kate out of the ring with simultaneous dropkicks, following with a stereo somersault plancha to wipe out. After exchanging an high five, Jay rolled Kate back into the ring while Donnie kept assaulting Teddy on the outside, whipping him against the barricades and trying to kick his chest in with a series of hard stomps. Jay, was in full control, perks of blindsiding your opponent with a sudden attack. Even if the match had only just started, he was already bringing out the big guns, hitting some of his big moves such as the Jay Breaker (lifting double knee backbreaker). Kate kicked out, and as soon as she did, the referee turned his attention on the outside, threatening a disqualification if Donovan didn’t stop immediately his onslaught on the poor Teddy. Keane listened to the referee, leaving Steele laying on the floor and going back to his corner, where Jay promptly tagged him in. Five seconds to work together in which the students of Chris Night showed how well they can work together with a running single leg dropkick/reverse bulldog combination. Keane kept control, putting into practice that mean streak result of the frustration of being underutilized and overlooked, at least according to him. The little to none opposition put up by the opponent made him grow overconfident, to the point that he was just toying with her now. The Donnie Cutter, a handspring version of the traditional move had Steele down for the three, but he voluntarily interrupted the count, lifting her shoulder only to make a statement. And he almost paid for that when she surprised him with a jawbreaker, followed by a tag she needed so desperately. Teddy just made it back to his corner and, in all fairness, he didn’t look in a much better shape than his wife. But his determination and perhaps the thirst of vengeance for that early and uncalled for attack gave him the burst he needed to land a few boxing combinations, including an uppercut that sent Donnie flat on his back. And now he could finally have his revenge, stomping the ever loving crap out of Keane until Jay came in to break it, hitting Teddy from behind. With Kate pretty much out of it after having been manhandled in the first part of the match, Teddy could only rely on himself. And he did a good a job for a few minutes, almost surprising Jay with a small package that, perhaps, COULD have surprised any member of the Golden Era, but not Gallagher, who promptly kicked out in two. An atomic drop followed by a discus elbow gave him another two count, but after that Jay regained control. weakening him down with a series of kicks before giving the tag to Donnie. Nightshot (reverse sto from Donnie into Jay’s jumping enziguri) and the practice was closed for Nightfall Rising. Donnie made the cover, while Jay frustrated Kate’s last, desperate attempt with a J-Kick. WINNER: Nightfall Rising BY: Pinfall (Nightshot), 9:39 |
Amy Maynard: "Impressive wins by Nightfall Rising tonight."
Much like last week, Donnie asks for a microphone, promptly handed to him by his tag partner.
Donovan Keane:
See?
He points his finger to the opponents laying on the mat.
Donovan Keane:
This is what happens when you let us do our thing. We fucking dominate.
Jay pats his partner on the back.
Donovan Keane:
Tonight it was Teddy and Kate. But the truth is, it could have been anyone else and the result would have been the same.
The boos are loud, but DK doesn't care.
Donovan Keane:
I'm talking to you, Cake Princess... You have a problem with what we did last week? Are you going to do something about it?
Jay Gallagher:
Yeah and the same goes for... those other two chicks!
He's obviously talking about Fabulous, whose match they interrupted last week.
Donovan Keane:
Jessica and Summer... Now that I think about it, they haven't talked since wednesday night... Maybe we hit them so hard they're still...
Both members of Nightfall clasp their hands and bring them over their shoulders as if they were a pillow they could rest their heads on. Then, in a high pitched feminine voice, they both scream...
Jay Gallagher and Donovan Keane:
IN YOUR DREAMS!
Maybe it doesn't make as much sense as it did in their heads, but they still laugh about it.
Donovan Keane:
Millennium, Riot.. It doesn't matter. If we have to beat up every single team in the division to get the upper ranks to notice us, we will fucking do it.
Donnie drops the mic and, in a scene similar to Wednesday's the duo leave under a rain of boos.
Much like last week, Donnie asks for a microphone, promptly handed to him by his tag partner.
Donovan Keane:
See?
He points his finger to the opponents laying on the mat.
Donovan Keane:
This is what happens when you let us do our thing. We fucking dominate.
Jay pats his partner on the back.
Donovan Keane:
Tonight it was Teddy and Kate. But the truth is, it could have been anyone else and the result would have been the same.
The boos are loud, but DK doesn't care.
Donovan Keane:
I'm talking to you, Cake Princess... You have a problem with what we did last week? Are you going to do something about it?
Jay Gallagher:
Yeah and the same goes for... those other two chicks!
He's obviously talking about Fabulous, whose match they interrupted last week.
Donovan Keane:
Jessica and Summer... Now that I think about it, they haven't talked since wednesday night... Maybe we hit them so hard they're still...
Both members of Nightfall clasp their hands and bring them over their shoulders as if they were a pillow they could rest their heads on. Then, in a high pitched feminine voice, they both scream...
Jay Gallagher and Donovan Keane:
IN YOUR DREAMS!
Maybe it doesn't make as much sense as it did in their heads, but they still laugh about it.
Donovan Keane:
Millennium, Riot.. It doesn't matter. If we have to beat up every single team in the division to get the upper ranks to notice us, we will fucking do it.
Donnie drops the mic and, in a scene similar to Wednesday's the duo leave under a rain of boos.
We find the Junior Heavyweight champion, Liv Mercer, backstage with her fiance Oz Dalton as she is striding down along the hallway with full confidence. Liv is dressed in her ring gear with one of her newer The Liv Show hoodies with gold lettering across the back. Her championship belt is wrapped tightly around her waist as she waves around one hand while she walks.
Liv Mercer:
I’m starting to get worried about the lack of Liv they’ve been promoting here on The Liv Show, especially when I was victorious against that maniac Saki.
Oz keeps up with Liv’s pace as she looks over to him with a shake of her head. There is a visible shudder as she appears to remember her encounter with Saki in the past.
Liv Mercer:
I could have been disfigured by that animal, and how do they repay me? They booked me against Deacon Nash, like I haven’t done my share of dealing with the crazy bunch.
Liv stops walking as she places one hand right up against Oz’s chest.
Liv Mercer:
Obviously I need to remind them here tonight who has been one of their most successful stars since Riot made its debut as a show.
Oz agrees with a nod, then pulls a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket.
Oz Dalton:
You can always make a fun statement, too. A little knot on the head to set the record straight!
Liv’s eyes widen with excitement as she looks at the brass knuckles.
Liv Mercer:
Oh that’s perfect! I can give Nash a little shot right from the heart, the kind he doesn’t get back up from, as a reminder of who runs this show.
Oz Dalton:
Modern problems, modern solutions. Plus, a guy like Nash, it’ll hurt his ego and spirit. After the 2019 you had, you need to basically take souls in 2020.
Oz comically sizes up Liv and puts the brass knuckles down her ring gear.
Oz Dalton:
Safe keeping, keep em warm. Statements… that’s all we will be making. In the ring, out the ring, in the sky, underground… everywhere.
Liv bites down on her bottom lip slightly as she takes in Oz’s words before she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer to where she stands.
Liv Mercer:
There’s no better statement than any we make together.
Oz places his hands on her hips, smirking.
Oz Dalton:
If you aren’t careful, it will be an X rated statement right now. We have to keep at least one victory celebration intact.
Liv pouts before she finally pulled herself away from Oz, giving him one last look, before she resumes with her walk that has her striding along with full confidence.
Liv Mercer:
Let’s get this show on the road so we can really celebrate.
Liv Mercer:
I’m starting to get worried about the lack of Liv they’ve been promoting here on The Liv Show, especially when I was victorious against that maniac Saki.
Oz keeps up with Liv’s pace as she looks over to him with a shake of her head. There is a visible shudder as she appears to remember her encounter with Saki in the past.
Liv Mercer:
I could have been disfigured by that animal, and how do they repay me? They booked me against Deacon Nash, like I haven’t done my share of dealing with the crazy bunch.
Liv stops walking as she places one hand right up against Oz’s chest.
Liv Mercer:
Obviously I need to remind them here tonight who has been one of their most successful stars since Riot made its debut as a show.
Oz agrees with a nod, then pulls a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket.
Oz Dalton:
You can always make a fun statement, too. A little knot on the head to set the record straight!
Liv’s eyes widen with excitement as she looks at the brass knuckles.
Liv Mercer:
Oh that’s perfect! I can give Nash a little shot right from the heart, the kind he doesn’t get back up from, as a reminder of who runs this show.
Oz Dalton:
Modern problems, modern solutions. Plus, a guy like Nash, it’ll hurt his ego and spirit. After the 2019 you had, you need to basically take souls in 2020.
Oz comically sizes up Liv and puts the brass knuckles down her ring gear.
Oz Dalton:
Safe keeping, keep em warm. Statements… that’s all we will be making. In the ring, out the ring, in the sky, underground… everywhere.
Liv bites down on her bottom lip slightly as she takes in Oz’s words before she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer to where she stands.
Liv Mercer:
There’s no better statement than any we make together.
Oz places his hands on her hips, smirking.
Oz Dalton:
If you aren’t careful, it will be an X rated statement right now. We have to keep at least one victory celebration intact.
Liv pouts before she finally pulled herself away from Oz, giving him one last look, before she resumes with her walk that has her striding along with full confidence.
Liv Mercer:
Let’s get this show on the road so we can really celebrate.
Backstage at Riot, we see a slightly irritable Dean after a long flight loosening up backstage with the Invictus title on the bench in front of him fully laid out. That is when his phone rings and it’s Luna video calling him just as his new agent, Laurel Bradley, steps forward with a bottle of water in one hand. Laurel is wearing a red halter style crop top along with some white denim jeans, a pair of designer sunglasses resting on the top of her head.
Laurel Bradley:
Got that water you wanted, Champ.
Dean Smith:
Thank you.
He takes the water from his agent and almost gets to twisting the cap with his teeth as Luna on the phone chimes in.
Luna Smith:
Thank you for that, Laurel.
Luna on the phone looks to have had her makeup done professionally while wearing a floral dress.
Luna Smith:
Dean, why haven’t you booked your ticket to Millennium’s show on Wednesday. Did you not see that vulgar, filthy guy put his fingers in my mouth?
Dean Smith:
I did and you took care of him, and I really don’t want to fly over 15 hours twice in a week...back and forth.
Laurel Bradley:
Dean makes a good point, he needs to be in top shape for any possible challenger, but I’d be more than happy to assist with any issues you have Luna.
Laurel makes sure to finish her sentence with a big smile on her face as she stands besides Dean looking down at his phone screen.
Luna Smith:
I have Holly to sort out travel...for my brother.
Luna mentions swiftly.
Luna Smith:
So he can make sure I’m well looked after and people know not to cheat.
Dean Smith:
I’m kind of trying to get my head ready to face Alan Envy again. I’ve got to keep myself sharp for someone like Envy.
Luna immediately goes to supporting her brother.
Luna Smith:
I know you will. You’ve been champion forever, that’s why you’ll be threatening around…
Just as Dean gets a surprise call from Melanie Dawson, and before he answers the call, Laurel is raising one eyebrow up at him with a smirk on her face.
Laurel Bradley:
Do I need to schedule women too?
Which Dean chuckles at.
Dean Smith:
Uh, no. No. Maybe. No.
Dean hangs up on Luna and answers Melanie’s call
Dean Smith:
Riot Brand. Invictus Champion speaking.
Melanie Dawson:
Finally. Your reception must be awful because it was taking me forever to get a hold of you.
Melanie rolls her eyes as she comes on the screen for the video call, inside of her jewelry store, wearing a white and black patterned wrap dress, with one hand on her hip.
Dean Smith:
Yeah, it’s a little fuzzy here. What’s up? How’s the store?
He rolls his shoulders once to try and stay loose for tonight’s match up. Laurel crosses her arms in front of her chest as she looks down at his phone watching Melanie.
Melanie Dawson:
It’s been a quiet day, which is why I figured I would wish you good luck.
Just then Laurel gets a phone call from a fellow Dalton Agencies employee, someone she covered for while she was on maternity leave.
Dean Smith:
Thank you. I’m sure I’ll do good out there. I’ve faced Alan before and he didn’t win the last match against that Echo, so it’ll be an opportunity to show why I am Mr. Invictus. Champ of the division.
Laurel appears to be slightly annoyed as she holds her own phone out towards Dean.
Laurel Bradley:
Apparently your sister is requesting you call back?
Dean answers the phone to see Luna looking to the right at Holly.
Luna Smith:
In a minute, Holly. Dean! Why would you hang up on me? I have to ring….Lauren’s phone to get through? Who could you possibly be on the phone to when there’s an actual MWE issue going on with me.
Dean Smith:
I thought we finished your thing. I’m trying to focus on tonight’s match.
Laurel Bradley:
And my name is Laurel.
Laurel rolls her eyes as she resists the urge to hang up on Luna right then and there.
Luna Smith:
Uh, private conversation Laurel...We all know, even Holly knows you’re going to win so don’t worry too much.
Dean smiles at that vote of confidence.
Luna Smith:
But you need to do something about what’s happening to me in Millennium.
Laurel Bradley:
Actually they only thing that he needs to do is focus on HIS match tonight.
Luna Smith:
Was I talking to you? Was I talking to her, Holly?
Holly Wakefield:
Huh… no I think you were talking to Dean…
Dean Smith:
Where’s Holly?
Laurel appears to be amused as she noticed the way Luna practically pushed Holly out of range from the camera in the middle of her answer.
Laurel Bradley:
Can we get back to focusing on what’s really important here?
In response to Laurel, Melanie who was still on her call with Dean, cuts in.
Melanie Dawson:
Yes, like the fact we were talking first.
Luna Smith:
Uh, that was me before you stole my conversation…
Luna just gets a glimpse of the phone in Dean’s hand before he gives it to Laurel.
Dean Smith:
I think I hear one of the staff calling me for my match.
Luna Smith:
I didn’t hear anything…
Luna’s words fall on deaf ears as Dean is already heading away from Laurel who is now holding on to both of the phones with two women who are growing more frustrated.
Laurel Bradley:
This is definitely not in my contract!
Singles Match
Invictus Rules
Alan Envy VS Dean SmithInvictus Rules
Back to back matches under the Invictus Rules for Alan Envy, this time against the man who has ruled the division for the past eight months, Dean Smith. First Round: Not the first dance between these two, who know each other oh so well. It was Alan who threw the first shot, a right that caught the champion right on the jaw. Alan kept moving around the champion, every now and then testing the waters with those quick punches, more focused on keeping Dean away rather than inflicting any real damage, at least in this early moments. Smith was trying to grab Envy, looking to start building some offense but a few kicks to the leg, keeping him at distance. A few more of those followed, the last one dropping Dean on his knee and giving Alan the chance to land a few more kicks to the chest and the head. The champion was down, but not for long. Back on his feet, the champion kicked his opponent hard in the stomach with a front kick, pushing Envy back a few steps. Then he charged for a clothesline, ducked by Alan who ran all the way to the opposite side of the ring, hitting the ropes and take the champion down with a lariat. With spare seconds to go, Alan used them to just punch Dean’s face, leaving no doubts for the judges on who won the round. Judges Scores: Moretti: Envy 10-8 Maynard: Envy 10-9 Figgles: Envy 10-8 Second Round Disappointed in his performance, Dean definitely stepped his game up in the second round, starting more aggressively since the opening bell, dodging Alan’s right hand and lifting hi from his feet, pushing him all the way back against the corner, following with repeated uppercuts. Next he grabbed his hand and whipped him toward the opposite corner, move reversed by Alan who quickly charged for a jumping knee. Grabbing the champion by the back of the head, he attempted a bulldog, blocked by the champ who pushed him away. Envy came back at him, getting taken off his legs with a low dropkick. Envy’s face bounce on the canvas, leaving him dazed. When he picked himself up, he found a knee to the face waiting for him, sending him back down on the canvas. The time kept ticking, the end of the second round fastly approaching. But Smith seemed to be wanting to end things sooner, applying his Choke Out submission hold. Alan didn’t choke out to the dragon sleeper with body scissors, but he tapped. Once again Dean asserted his dominance in the Invictus Division. WINNER: Dean Smith BY: Submission (Choke Out), Round 2; 4:19 |
The camera cuts to the first row, spotting Yulia Kirilenko sitting next to Echo. The former Riot General Manager is whispering something to Echo's ear.
But the focus of the Australian is all on the man standing inside the ring, and on the strap resting on his shoulder. A title he has held for eight months, defeating every fighter who stepped up to him. Quite the challenge, one Echo seems to be willing to take.
The shot comes in backstage focused on a door that presumably leads to the outside of the arena. Suddenly that door is snatched away from the camera, giving just the briefest of glimpses outside the arena. Very quickly that small glimpse is replaced by the form of Christian Michaels power-striding through the door. The response of the fans back in the arena can be heard as one of shock. All week since the last Riot episode Michaels has sworn to come for Heath Williams and his evil posse. And as the camera draws back to reveal a fuller shot of Michaels we can assume he has indeed come to collect the proverbial pound of flesh.
Christian Michaels stands just in the doorway dressed in street attire; jeans, a Dragonball Super shirt, and steel toe hiking boots. The ole Southern Heartthrob has his long dark brown hair(with the blonde streak) pulled back into a ponytail and a fire burning in his eyes. In his right hand Christian clutches what looks to be a piece of metal rebar liberated from a construction site. He looks left to right and back again. Finally he settles on a way to head and is off.
The camera chooses to follow along as Michaels picks his direction and storms off. Not too far off down the hallway CM comes across one of our regular staff that keeps these show running in an unsung role.
Christian Michaels:
Hey! You know where Heath Williams is?
At first the guy had his back turned towards Michaels. But when CM started talking the guy turns and looks. There’s obvious worry in the man’s eyes.
Guy:
N-N-Not ex-exactly….I think I saw him that way earlier!
Nameless guy says an points in the direction we were already headed. CM doesn’t show his normal gracious nature. He simply looks at the guy, a silent warning that it’d better not be a BS lead, and stalks forward.
Its not long after that Michaels comes across a closed door. He comes to a stop in front of it as the camera guy shifts around. Once the shot is clear the door can be seen to have a laminated piece of paper on it. The paper reads the name “Heath Williams”. CM glares at the door for a moment before he snatches the paper down.
Christian Michaels:
HEATH!!!! HEATH WILLIAMS YOU SON OF A BITCH, VENGEANCE HAS COME FOR YOUR SORRY ASS!!!!
Michaels shouts towards the door before suddenly starting to beat on it with the rebar in his right hand. CM turning and grabbing the rebar with both hands, swinging like a Houston Astros batter that’d just received the stolen pitching signals of their opponent. The poor, innocent door is quickly riddled with dents and dings, were it wooden it’d surely have busted after the assault. Finally though Christian relents and snatches the door open. He storms through and draws back the rebar ready to swing for the fences….but has to pump the brakes just as suddenly as he stormed in. Why? Because there is no Heath Williams or Pinhead or The Manic or even their Mutt inside this room. Instead what CM finds awaiting him is recently-named Riot GM Vincent Moretti and a herd of security.
Christian Michaels:
Vin-man! What the hells going on here boss?
Vincent Moretti:
Hello. I had a report of someone cursing up a storm and potentially vandalizing the arena.
Vincent glances at the door that was assaulted with a rebar just a few moments earlier and there’s a sour expression etched on his face.
Christian Michaels:
And these guys?
Michaels asks as he glances around at the tough guy-lookin security force.
Vincent Moretti:
Christian.
Vincent just says his name low in tone.
Vincent Moretti:
You know what security is here for. Both to prevent what the hell happened last week from ever happening again but to also keep some peace. But you and I both know that physical retaliation isn’t the way to go here. Even if you’re armed with a crowbar, there’s one of you. Use your damned head.
The ole Southern Heartthrob points the rebar towards Vincent. Though he makes no actual threat with it, some of the twitchy, eager to get in a scuffle security get a lil anxious. Vincent’s eyes narrow at the object put toward him as he leans on that cane of his.
Christian Michaels:
You! You saw what they did to her last week, right? Ya saw it too didn’t ya Vin-man? Those putrid pussies rushed out of the crowd like puss from an infected wound on her! And they didn’t just beat Kelsey down man, those savages brutalized her! She wasn’t that badly beaten up after her cell match with Krissy….I honestly don’t even know if she was that beaten down and broken after Rebecca’s attack a couple years ago now…
Christian’s hand trembles a bit, voice cracking some.
Christian Michaels:
THAT’S MY WIFE! I’m a man. I’m her husband goddammit! Two years ago I took vows….you were there!....I took vows that I would always be there for her….That I’d always protect her, and THEY waited for the right time to make a liar out of me. There’s a reckoning coming for their actions boss, and I’m here to give that reckoning shape and form. Now I’ma need you to do the right thing and tell me where they are.
The angry Tennesseean waits for Moretti to give him the information requested. But every passing second of not getting it is sending Michaels’ blood boiling that much more.
Vincent Moretti:
No. I’m sorry, but no. You know I can’t do that right now considering where your head is at. This is NOT locker room justice. This is just terrorizing the damned show and lord only knows what you could be costing all of us with another stunt. Heath and his oversized goon are essentially working free this tour for their action. And if it wasn’t for your own wife’s personal request, I would’ve suspended them for the rest of the tour. But I have to look out for the best interests of EVERYONE here.
Vincent pauses for a moment as he takes a breath and shifts weight off of his ailing wheel further using the cane as support before gesturing for the guards to let him talk further rather than act rashly.
Vincent Moretti:
From Miss van Bleak to the champions, to the ring crew who put up the rings to the people buying the tickets. I have to consider EVERY factor now. Now I’m asking you as your boss and your friend to calm down and try another lane here.
Christian Michaels:
Vincent, I’m asking you man, not as your employee or even as your friend in this moment…. I’m asking you man to man, tell me where they are. Tell me or so help me I will tear this place apart until I find those cowards. TELL ME!!!
Vincent Moretti:
For everyone’s own good this week, I cannot tell you that. And if you press further and vandalize more things like that door over there...I’m going to have to, as your boss, ask you to leave the premise. Now listen to me…
Vincent’s voice is hiding his own agitation as he’s trying to portray his own calmness here.
Vincent Moretti:
Your emotions are getting the best of you. I’m sorry for what happened to my friend, your wife, and most of us in the locker room feel that way. But there’s going to be another damned incident with you charging in there with nothing but hot headed vengeance on your brain. You go in there armed with just a damned rebar and that seven foot monster will leave you laying and in worse shape than Kelsey was last week! And you are one of our champions representing the ENTIRE company. So no, I can’t let you do that.
When CM takes a step forward that’s it for one of the security guys. One of them steps between CM and Moretti and places a hand on Michaels chest. The guy is professional but firm as he pushes back, telling Michaels that’s close enough. Christian looks down incredulously at the guy’s hand. He chuckles and turns and walks out the room into the more open hallway. Security files out behind Michaels into a semi-circle stance to block him from going anywhere else in the building.
Christian Michaels:
Alright guys. Alright…...bad choice!
Michaels says and suddenly tightens the grip on his rebar again. He swings the bar into a nearby security guy’s stomach dropping him. Another rushes in and he gets poked in the belly by the bar. As that guy doubles over from the poke, CM smacks him across the back with the rebar. A third guy is thwacked in the knee before a fourth wraps up CM’s arm. Christian struggles to get his arm free as a fifth guy tries to pry Michaels’ hand open. Number six comes in to help and eats a superkick for his troubles. The rebar is finally forced from Christian’s hand and clatters to the ground. This gets CM to spin around towards the guy that forced him to drop the weapon. Michaels starts wildly peppering the guy in the back of the head with left hand blows. Same time he stomps with his right foot at the guy clutching his right arm still.
Vincent Moretti:
God damn it, Christian! You’re tying my hands here.
Vincent’s high pitched cry echoes through briefly. A seventh and eighth guard come in finally with Michaels back towards them. Soon enough the third guy is back, still on a hobbled knee to join in trying to subdue Michaels. Christian throwing whatever punches and kicks he can as he’s swarmed. Soon enough though it’s too many to fend off at once. The Southern Heartthrob, who still struggles against the security, is brought before Riot’s GM, who looks somewhat conflicted as he has to do what’s best for his show’s and MWE’s at large interest.
Vincent Moretti:
I’m sorry friend. You know why I have to do this. It’s for your own protection and protection of the brand. You’ll have to be fined for the damage you did to the security guards and the door because those actions are unacceptable and you know it. And if you re-enter the building…
Vincent’s face narrows as he considers his last choice.
Vincent Moretti:
You’ll have to spend the night in a jail cell here in Japan.
With the boss’ verdict rendered, security begins the unenviable task of trying to maneuver an angry CM out of the building. Vincent just shakes his head as he again glances at the door that was assaulted as well as seeing a tooth that was dislodged from one of the guards during the scrum out on the floor. One of the custodians sprint in and start to clean up the mess on the floor as Mr. Moretti just sighs to himself before he lumbers off with the assistance of that cane.
Singles Match
Deacon Nash VS Liv MercerThe Junior Heavyweight champion was in action against the unpredictable Deacon Nash, who came back after missing a few shows during the China tour. Looking to make his mark her tonight, Deacon began this match with the aggression that always characterized him, throwing some headbutts after a couple of forearm shots. Not the start Mercer was expecting, immediately in difficulty as Nash fired her in the corner and hit her with a running elbow. Deacon then scooped her up and hung her upside down in the tree of woe position. Liv called her boyfriend who quickly came and started to untie her legs in order to free her. But he wasn’t fast enough, as Deacon came at full speed and jumped for a low dropkick. With the champion down, he then started stomping her, until the referee separated the two of them, giving Liv some time to recover. Nash went back to her receiving a kick to the stomach from the champion, who quickly moved behind him and started slamming his face on the turnbuckle, for a total of ten times. She then left the ring, grabbing his legs and pulling him toward her applying a figure four leg lock on the post. Obviously, she could only keep it for five seconds, letting him go before getting disqualified by the referee, who gave her a stern warning as she re-entered the ring. The official had his hands full with these two competitors who seemed hell bent on breaking all the rules in the book. Especially Nash, who always showed a certain aversion to the rules. Eye pokes, back rakes, grinding the face of the opponent on the rope.. He tried each and every trick in his book to keep the control he had earned with a rear clothesline. Between one illegal move and the next, he showed his proficiency as a brawler, landing some heavy strikes that Liv most definitely felt. A beautiful springboard ddt almost became the icing on the cake on this moment of dominance, but the champion wasn’t going to stay down, still having a lot left in her tank. She started taking back control, slowing down the pace of the match switching between various submission and neck holds after bringing the match to the mat with a headscissors takedown. A strategy that seem to pay off, wearing down and frustrating the unhinged opponent, taking out his most dangerous weapon, his speed and unpredictability. Eventually Nash made it up to his feet and freed himself, but it wasn’t longer until Liv took him down once again with her straightjacket neckbreaker slam. And back it was in another submission, the champion’s arms wrapped around his head cutting the oxygen flow. He found the most unique way to get out of it this time, biting Mercer’s arm. The referee wasted his breath to give him another warning he completely ignored, hitting Liv with some heavy forearm shots to the face. A particularly stiff one rocked the champion who stumbled back against the ropes. Her instinct kicked in, as she came back with a spinning heel kick that knocked the Louisiana man down. All she had to do now was to wrap her legs around his head and trap him in her Liv Lock, picking up a submission win. WINNER: Liv Mercer BY: Submission (Liv Lock), 9:14 |
Amy Maynard: "With a little more struggle than she expected perhaps, but the Junior Heavyweight Champion came out victorious tonight."
Sir Figgles: "You know, I look at Nash and all i see is untapped potential. The kid has all the tool to become a star, he just needs to get that win to skyrocket is career."
Amy Maynard: "Wow, I didn't know you were able to say nice things."
Sir Figgles: "I'm sir Figgles, patron saint of the deranged and the outcast."
Amy Maynard: "I should've known it..."
Singles Match
Pinhead VS Deacon LewisForget the fast pace of the cruiserweights contest, don’t expect to see much chain wrestling or innovative moves of any sort. This was a clash of the titans, a fight between two monsters of men who just kept hitting each other as hard as they could… And the fans were loving it. Standing at 7 feet tall, Pinhead had, as crazy as it sounds, the height disadvantage on Deacon. But despite being fifty pounds heavier, the monster of The Revolution was somehow faster on the movements. Not that it mattered much since the first two minutes saw them locked up in a clinch position and throwing those heavy forearm strikes, none of them giving up a single inch. A headbutt from Lewis broke the stale, the mercenary following with a clothesline that didn’t work as he hoped. Pinhead completely absorbed him, inviting Deacon to hit him with a second one. Lewis did so, and here was when the deceptively quick Pinhead started using this advantage, ducking under the extended arm and rocking the opponent with a forearm to the back of the head. More heavy strikes landed on Deacon’s shoulders and back of the neck, slowing and inexorably taking the giant down to his knee. Pinhead ran to the ropes in the opposite direction, putting velocity and momentum behind that big boot right to the face that made everyone hope Lewis had a dental plan. Despite the brutal kick, Lewis kicked out. Six minutes in, and the Japanese fans witnessed something that brought them all up to their feet. Pinhead hit the ropes and ran into his opponent, who not only lifted the 385 pounder and slammed him on the mat with a front powerslam, but he also made it look easy. Too bad for him it wasn’t enough to for him to win the match. It certainly gave a boost of confidence though, and Big Trouble started building some momentum with a flurry of heavy punches to the midsection before he once again lifted Pinhead and dropped him on his knee with a rib breaker. The Revolution member kicked once again, standing up to his feet with and staring at Deacon. If look could kill, the giant would be dead already. And after that right punch straight to the face, he might as well be. One single shot sent Lewis down, sprawled on the canvas. Pinhead didn’t hesitate to jump on him with a senton, laying on top of him for another near fall. Deacon never quite recovered from it, trying to resist but unable to turn things around. And eventually, Pinhead lifted him for his gutwrench powerbomb, the Dominque Tribute that put the word end to this match. WINNER: Pinhead BY: Pinfall (The Dominique Tribute), 7:41 |
Sir Figgles: "THIS WAS AWESOME"
Amy Maynard: "The battle between the biggest men in MWE saw Pinhead coming out on top..."
Sir Figgles: "No no... Stop undereslling it. This was like watching Godzilla and King Kong punching each other in the face!"
Amy Maynard: "The fans seem to have liked it, and that's all that matters at the end of the day."
We come back from commercial, where the entirety of The Revolution are inside the ring. Heath stands in the centre, The Manic behind him with a leashed Mutt to her side, Pinhead standing silently behind them, his arms folded. “Start a Revolution” is playing in the background, slowly simmering down as Heath lifts a microphone to his lips, fans still seething about how things went down last week.
Heath Williams:
Jeez, you’d think you people had never seen a good ol’ fashioned mauling before. But at the end of the day, what are you gonna do? You gonna get the Yakuza up in here? They love me, they think I’m a freakin’ legend. And they’re right. See, they respect a man who goes out and does what he needs to do in order to get what he wants. And that’s what I do. The circumstance doesn’t matter, one way or another, I get what I want. That’s the way it’s always been. I wanted FBW to myself, so I buried Cheyenne Starr’s head into her own birthday cake. I wanted the WTF World Championship, so I went out and made an enemy of Sean Christie. I wanted Tyron Bickerton to rear his ugly head, so I created an elaborate scheme to get him here.
Heath pauses, then grins.
Heath Williams:
I wanted Kelsey Spencer to hurt… so I. Made. Her. Hurt.
The Japanese crowd erupts, jeering, and shouting, and screaming. “無礼 無礼 無礼” (disrespect) they chant over and over.
Heath Williams:
I don’t know what you’re saying, and I don’t need to know. Kelsey got what was coming. My point is, in the end, one way or another… things always pan out for me. See, a little thing I’ve noticed over the years is that anything can be premeditated. You can spend days holed up in the corner of your bedroom, a set of blueprints in front of you, going through each little, minor aspect of a plan, and try making it play out as such. And sure, doing that will certainly aid you, but you never, and I mean NEVER follow a plan to a T. Because that’s when you screw up, or something else screws it up for you. You’re so focused on this ONE plan, that if it fails, then that’s it. You’re done.
Heath clears his throat and adjusts his tie.
Heath Williams:
That’s why the only decisions that TRULY matter, are the ones you make in the blink of an eye. That split second decision, when you’re right there in the moment… when the moment is at its most opportune… I like to plan things, but I also do not like those plans to dictate what I do when I’m playing them out. Last week, I knew Pinhead was going to wrap Kelsey up in that bear hug, but what I didn’t originally expect down in Chiyoda City, was for her to be slammed, over and over and over again into this here canvas. THAT was a decision made right then and there, in the moment. And look what it did.
Heath steps forward and leans against the ropes, staring straight down the camera.
Heath Williams:
It made noise all over the world. It closed off last week’s Riot, and left a sour taste in everybody’s mouth. Hell, it was Vincent Moretti’s first night on the job. Last week, was meant to be HIS moment. Last week, was supposed to be the night he ushered in order to the chaos, calm to the riot. He was meant to show everybody that he was the new sheriff in town. But I took the law into my own hands. I stole his spotlight, right out from his grubby little fingers. Nobody is talking about brand new Riot GM Vincent Moretti, instead everyone’s talking about Heath Williams… how he ruined Riot’s first night in Japan, Tokyo no less… how he brutalised Kelsey Spencer and left her to be taken out of the building via stretcher. I’ve been getting calls from WhatCulture, Ringside News, ESPN, hell even Dave Meltzer wanted an interview. Everyone wants a piece of ol’ Heathy boy. They wanna know why I did what I did, how someone could do something so heinous… but I’ve declined all interviews. Why? Because I don’t have an answer. I did what I did because at the time, it was the right thing to do.
Heath takes a step back from the ropes and twirls the mic around in his hand for a little bit, as the fans spit insults at him.
Heath Williams:
That brings me to a couple of my coworkers and fellow MWE stars. Last week they saw how brightly that spotlight shone on me, and they wanted a piece of it. So they took to Twitter, and they sent their little fingers on a sprint around their keyboard, desperately trying to find the right characters to garner them at least a small dose of the attention I stole from the rest of the world. But they failed. All they did was prove that nobody can spit the same venom that I can. The main culprits? First and foremost, that guy Duke Andrews, you know the one… that guy who runs around telling everyone he’s the top heel, even though you’ve got someone like me on the other brand who’s SHOWING everyone he’s the top heel. Then you’ve got little Nina, trying to hashtag me to death. Let’s start with her. Ah, Nina, Nina, Nina. Naive Nina. Ten bucks says that was your nickname back in high school.
Heath smirks, scratches his cheek, then folds his arms.
Heath Williams:
It’s actually quite funny that you tried to clap at me, because as everyone knows, you were one of those names I dropped last week. You’re a good guy, right? You’re one of the little heroes all these people cheer and admire, aren’t you? So then why didn’t you do the admirable thing last week, and try to help out Kelsey Spencer? And look, before you say something dumb like “ooooh Kelsey’s tough, she doesn’t need my help, she can handle herself”, just remember that she was getting the oxygen SQUEEZED out of her… she got german suplexed TWELVE times… TWELVE, NINA. Now, I’m not sure how close the two of you are, like I said I’ve seen the two of you chatting out back a couple times, but close or not, if you’re really that much of a hero, then why wouldn’t you try to aid someone you get along with?
Heath shrugs, a smirk still plastered across his face.
Heath Williams:
But instead, the guilt got to you, and you tried to make yourself feel better by throwing me some shade. Hope it worked out for you, kid. I hope you’ve been able to sleep nice and snug as a bug in a rug the past six nights. Because you know who hasn’t been sleeping so good? Kelsey Spencer. And you know why? It’s not because of how injured she is, it’s not because her body’s aching with every small movement… it’s because of people like you. People like you who she considered her little buddies, people like you who when she needed most, didn’t bother to give her a helping hand. It’s people like you, Nina, who have that little snot nosed brat feeling like she’s alone in this world. By the way, how’s that heat hitting you today?
Heath raises his left index finger and pulls down his upper cheek, giving the camera the stink eye with a cheeky tongue to match.
Heath Williams:
Okay, now let’s take a few steps back and talk a bit about Princess Duke. God damn, I don’t even know where to start, that guy’s a total mess. And not in the good way, either.
Heath laughs and places his free hand over his face, shoulders bobbing up and down as he chuckles.
Heath Williams:
Do you know what a heel is, Duke? Because I’m seriously starting to question it. Let ME tell YOU what a heel is, Princess. A heel, is a bad guy. And a bad guy, does bad things. A bad guy, enjoys watching other bad guys, do bad things. A bad guy, is a bad guy. A bad guy, is not a good guy. A bad guy doesn’t stick up for a good guy over Twitter. A bad guy either joins in on the fun, or silently watches with a smirk on their face. Why do you care about what I did to Kelsey last week, Duke? Why should you care? It had absolutely nothing to do with you. You know, unless you’re secretly in love with her. Is that it? Have you got a lil crush on CM’s wife? Is that the real reason you betrayed him last year? Couldn’t handle seeing all that Wife Crush Wednesday malarkey, knowing that you weren’t the one who got to play big spoon with Spencer every night? Did CM cuck you, Duke?
The fans fall silent, contemplating this statement, because after all, it would indeed explain Duke’s need to play the internet white knight in Spencer’s name.
Heath Williams:
Or maybe it is just like what I said earlier. Maybe you saw that grand spotlight and the way it brought out my eyes, and you thought to yourself, “Hey, I want that… why don’t I have that?” and then that thought became “ooooh what if I just try to borrow it for a little while? I’ll steal it from Heath and take it for a test drive! A-hur-hur!” But all that did, Princess, was solidify exactly why you ain’t the top heel. Because with that split second decision, Duke… you dun fucked up. Whether or not you were feeling genuine empathy for Kelsey Spencer, YOU DUN FUCKED UP. My actions, turned you face. Even if it was just for one tweet. I turned you face. I made you waver, Duke. And the top heel, should NEVER waver. And that’s a perfect example of why you AREN’T the top heel. You can try to speak it into existence all you want, but sometimes, Princess, dreams can only be dreams. And that eats away at you, doesn’t it?
Heath snickers, and starts pacing back and forth.
Heath Williams:
It eats away at you. Every time you see my face, whether it be on screen, or in person… it eats away at you. Because you know that I am the penultimate heel, the apex. I am the baddest of the bad. I am the villain that you aspire to be, but you just can’t quite get there, can you? And that’s because a true villain needs an enticing personality, Dukey boy, and to be frank… you just don’t have that. You’re boring. Sure, you can wrestle, but being a good wrestler doesn’t make you a good bad guy. Being an honest to god despicable, conniving sonuvabitch is what makes you a good bad guy. And I think it’s about time you learnt that. If you wanna be on the dark side, then you have to let it ENGULF you, until there’s no more left of the old you, the old you who ran around square dancing on Saturday nights with the Brothers McMillion. Let go of who you once were Duke, because that’s the ONLY way you’ll ever be able to so much as hold a candlelight to me. Oh, and also, next time you wanna say you’ll “see me soon”, make sure you mean it, because I ain’t seen you around here all day, and you know exactly where to find me. Either take those empty threats and fill ‘em up with fuel, or go take a hike and piss in them.
??:
Okay, that’s enough.
The disembodied voice coming over the sound system is familiar, but confusing nonetheless as nobody can seem to place it. Moments later, from behind the curtain, Kelsey Spencer slowly makes her way onto the stage with a microphone in hand. Her movements are sluggish, and her neck and shoulders are heavily bandaged, bruises covering her torso. But she stands with purpose, a glare directed at the four in the ring. Heath appears stunned to see her at first, but he soon wears a sinister grin as if proud to see the results of his monster’s onslaught last week.
Kelsey raises the microphone to speak, but she’s cut off by Heath’s overly sarcastic remark.
Heath Williams:
Wow! Is that Kelsey Spencer I see?! Boy, you do NOT look happy. Why are you out here? Did ya come to get another dozen german suplexes?
Kelsey Spencer:
It’s true. You guys got the jump on me last week. And those dozen suplexes from Pinhead really messed me up good. My neck and my shoulders are in constant agony, and I even collected a couple of broken ribs along the way. Talking, moving, eating… even breathing hurts.
The crowd fall silent, and Heath grins menacingly.
Kelsey Spencer:
But none of that matters, really, because nothing would ever stop me from coming to Fukoka tonight!
Fans let out a cheer and a round of applause. Kelsey winces her way through a smile as she looks out at the sea of people showing their support.
Kelsey Spencer:
As much as I love each and every one of you, you’re not the only reason I’m here tonight. The reason I’m here...
Her eyes wander from the fans, and flash with darkness as her gaze falls on The Revolution.
Kelsey Spencer:
...is you. After having an incredible match last week with Megan Rydell, no doubt one of the future breakout stars on the Riot roster, I was on top of the world. Wrestling here in Japan, one of the most beautiful countries on the planet, in a main event match was something I’ve worked so hard for. It was a fairytale way to kick off this new decade and the next chapter of my career here in Millennium Wrestling. I’ve gotta be honest, it was the happiest I’ve felt in a long time.
She pauses for a moment and looks down.
Kelsey Spencer:
But then, the fairytale ending to Japan’s first Riot came crashing down when Pinhead, that… real world Kaiju, jumped the guard rail and started squeezing the life out of me. It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced. I felt my bones crack. I felt every little pop of my joints. My lungs were on fire. It didn’t matter how desperately I tried, I couldn’t catch my breath. I was suffocating. My eyes and my ears went fuzzy while I tried to make sense of what you were saying… In that moment, my life started replaying in my mind. I thought I was gonna die.
She looks back up at Heath, who’s still standing in the ring, a fire in her eyes.
Kelsey Spencer:
Then, you instructed your beast to attack. Wham! A German suplex. Then another. And then another. I lost consciousness around the fifth or sixth. It wasn’t until I was told later that I knew your assault had continued well beyond that. Not only that, but a Frozen Over to top things off, no less. You seem to think you know a lot about me, Heath. The way you talk, I get the impression that you think you have me figured out. But if you think even for a second that what you did last week would discourage me from tangling with you in the future… Then you don’t know the first thing about me.
Heath stares daggers through her as the fans cheer, not selling his reaction to the camera.
Kelsey Spencer:
I don’t know much about what’s been happening on social media while I’ve been away, and to be truthful, I don’t really care. Whatever problems you’ve got with Duke Andrews or whoever else is none of my concern. But what I do know is there’s been talk from our GM about handing out fines, or even suspensions for what went down in Tokyo. Well, when I got to the arena tonight, I went to Vincent and I begged him not to suspend any of you. A suspension would give you an easy way out of what you’ve started. No… I’m not happy with anyone taking a vacation. I wanna FIGHT!
The fans let out a roar of approval. Heath shakes his head, chuckling to himself.
Heath Williams:
Nothing’s ever going to get through that thick skull of yours, is it? This isn’t a game, cabbage brain. What happened to you last week was child’s play compared to what will happen if you continue to f**k with me. Now, why don’t you turn around and head back to your hotel room? Get some rest and live to fight another day.
Kelsey stays silent, but also doesn’t budge. Heath raises his eyebrows and waits, expecting the injured Spencer to do the sensible thing and leave. But she doesn’t, and Williams breathes a heavy sigh.
Heath Williams:
All right, fine. You want a fight? I’ll give you a fight. But when you’re left a broken pile of bones and forced into an early retirement, don’t say you weren’t warned.
Kelsey Spencer:
I’m not just talking to you. Every one of you has done your fair share to me, and to others. Whether it’s a dozen suplexes… whether it’s stabbing me in the back or interfering over and over… whether it’s spitting poison mist in my face. None of you are innocent, and it’s time that all of you stop getting away with it.
Heath Williams:
What you’re saying is you want to fight all of us? You and what army? Are you forgetting that no one showed up to help you last week?
Kelsey grits her teeth.
Heath Williams:
You know what? I’ll give you what you want. You want to fight The Revolution? That’s fine. But we’re playing by MY rules this time. We’re doing things the way I want. You’ll need to find yourself a few friends, if you even have any left, because I am challenging you to…
Heath pauses then struts forward, leaning the entirety of his body weight against the ropes, staring Kelsey straight in the eyes.
Heath Williams:
...WAR GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kelsey’s eyes widen slightly and her jaw drops open subtly at the challenge. The fans audibly react, with hushed murmuring and whispers as they discuss. Kelsey straightens her expression with defiance.
Kelsey Spencer:
You’re on.
Singles Match
Devin Hearst VS Trey ColeDevin Hearst yelled something about this being the “real main event” on his way to the ring. And with the Riot Champion and a former Tag Team Champion squaring off, many had wondered why this match wasn’t the last on tonight’s card. Once inside the ring, Devin got on Cole’s face telling him that the reason they’re not main eventing must be him. The member of the HooligunnZ burst out laughing, looking at Devin and asking what the f… He never finished the sentence, a sudden right hook to the jaw flooring him. Hearst squat down on the opponent’s chest, lifting his head with the left hand and raining down rights to the face, that sadistic look on his face he showed when him and his goon Andrew Wilkow brutalized Meg Rydell backstage during the China tour. The referee asked him to stop, Devin did just that but got on the official’s face, gritting his teeth. Trey was quick to roll him up, almost stealing a shocking win right off the bat with a schoolboy pin. The champion kicked out in two and pulled himself right up to his feet, eating a dropkick from the Father Of Finesse. A constant throughout all of Devin Hearst’s career is that he always suffered the speed and agility of high fliers, and Trey Cole was one of the best representative of this style. With moves like a springboard european uppercut, springboard arm drags and lightning quick striking combination like the one that dropped the champion on his face after two kicks to each legs, one to the mid section and a scissor kick to the back of the head. Hearst kicked out in two, even from the following standing shooting star press. A mistake, probably an excess of confidence in attempting the Cole-lision Course allowed the champ to take back control kicking Trey’s ribs as the former tag champion tried to pull himself up. His focus then switched to Cole’s left leg, starting with a kick to the knee and continuing with vicious stomps. Hearst even rolled out of the ring and grabbed him by the foot, pulling his leg under the bottom rope. He then lifted his foot and pushed it down with all his strength, causing the back of his knee to crush on the apron. Not satisfied, he grabbed him once again, this time pushing the outside of the knee against the steel post. Slow and methodical, Devin took his time to work the knee, resting Trey’s foot on the bottom rope and jumping on it with a leg drop. The strategy worked to perfection; when Cole made it up to his feet, he realized that most of his offensive moves had been decimated due to the bad shape of the knee, and even his speed was heavily reduced. It was easy for Hearst to regain control, lifting Trey for a shin breaker. And now, he capitalized on all his work, brushing up on his old finisher, the Badlands. Cole tapped out almost immediately from the stretch muffler, but neither that nor the bell ringing or the referee trying to break it up was enough to convince Hearst to let him go. Not until he decided to. WINNER: Devin Hearst BY: Submission (The Badlands), 10:07 |
Sir Figgles: "Bow down to the king!"
Amy Maynard: "Hearst wanted to make a statement here tonight, he wanted to show that he IS Riot and should be the one main eventing shows... I'd say mission accomplished.
Andrew Wilkow handed something to his "boss". A promotional poster depicting Brien Storm, guitar in hand and cigarette on his lips. The Riot Champion paced the ring, making sure everybody in all the four sides of the Arena gave it a good luck. He then stepped in front of the camera, saying two simple words "Fake Tales", using Storm's show name to mock the Favorite Worst Nightmare before setting fire to his poster.
Backstage…
An MWE Official can be seen backstage reviewing some notes. This referee has a rather auspicious task ahead of him: Officiate the main event match between Henri Black and the debuting Jenni Anderson. While much of the MWE audience will be getting their first in-ring exposure to the self-styled Queenpin, there is enough material out there to somewhat prepare for what to expect from her. The referee, not wanting to make any mistakes in this match, digests that information, clipped with a picture of her on the top right of these notes. As he reads, he is approached from behind. Pierce Manning arrives, placing an arm on the referee’s shoulder.
Pierce Manning:
A moment?
The referee is startled. Not only wasn’t he expecting ANY company, but for the associate of Jenni Anderson to be in his presence is at least somewhat concerning.
Referee:
Mr. Manning… I didn’t…
Pierce immediately cuts through the nerves in the ref’s voice, laughing as he bids the man to relax.
Pierce Manning:
I get it… I’m not here to cause any trouble with you. In fact, I want to help you make all of this easier.
Referee:
Oh? How do you…
Pierce Manning:
Come with me.
He pulls the referee with him, exiting that room and heading down the corridor. As they walk, he continues to speak.
Pierce Manning:
We know that there is going to be a lot of people trying to fill your head with this nonsense about us… how we’re selfish or something. But listen to me… Jenni and I are here for the betterment of MWE Riot. See, I know you may not realize this, but we know Glory Braddock well. She used to employ the two of us in Global Championship Wrestling, and she was always looking for ways to place herself above the talent. And we get to hear her now in MWE attempt to run us down before we even had matches. She’s working her best to build herself up at the expense of everyone else. It starts with us, but it won’t end there until she is exposed as a fraud.
Referee:
Why… why are you telling me this?
Pierce smiles. They round a corner into a remote room, where Pierce and the referee are met by a large bodyguard. Pierce leans over and whispers something in the bodyguard’s ear, moments before he steps aside. The referee is then led into a room where Jenni Anderson can be seen sitting. She looks over to him with a smile.
Jenni Anderson:
Hello. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Pierce steps the referee forward.
Pierce Manning:
This is the official for your match tonight.
Jenni Anderson:
Ahhhh, yes. I’ve been expecting you.
Referee:
What is this? How did you get this kind of setup?
Jenni laughs as she steps forward to the referee, offering her hand. The referee takes it and awkwardly shakes it.
Jenni Anderson:
You’d be surprised at how far a little bit of money will carry, especially when it comes to securing premium accommodations.
Referee:
Okay… so why am I here?
Jenni Anderson:
I have something of a proposition for you
The referee nervously stammers.
Referee:
I… I’m married.
Jenni’s eyes narrow before she and Pierce both start to laugh.
Jenni Anderson:
No… are you serious? Do you think I need to go out and solicit relationships? Please… look at me.
Pierce Manning:
Thanks for the laugh though.
Jenni Anderson:
N-no… see, I understand that you’re going to be the official assigned to my main event match-up with Henri Black, and that makes you valuable for me.
Referee:
In what way?
Jenni Anderson:
You hold the power in the match. Of course, as you may or may not realize, this company sees me as a valuable commodity. After all, this is my first match with MWE and here I am in the main event. You and I both know that not even Glory Braddock, with 14 World Championships to her name, got that distinction. Tonight is something that I will have that she will never be able to say and that itself will eat her alive.
Referee:
I don’t have the power to have her banned from the building, if that’s what you’re leaning towards?
Jenni Anderson:
Banned from the building? Of course not… I want Glory IN the building, because we all know that after last week, she’s going to be coming for revenge. Glory is one of those people, you see, that just can’t stand being shown up. She’s a big talker - she’s spent so much time the last few weeks running down our good names… not to build herself up, but to cut us down. See, for all her talk about wanting to do right by the business, she’s so up her own ass that she thinks only SHE knows what’s right for the business, and that it’s all her. So we know she’ll run out and try to interfere, and that’s where you’ll come in.
Referee:
I will?
Jenni smiles. She approaches the referee, revealing a white envelope from behind her back.
Jenni Anderson:
I understand you and your wife are trying to get pregnant?
The referee looks up.
Referee:
How did…
Jenni Anderson:
Like your little file on me there, I make sure to know everything I need to know about those I’m going to be working with. You want a baby, but need money for the treatments to make that dream a reality. In this envelope is everything you need - the name of the best fertility Doctors in the world, and $10,000 to pay for everything.
The referee reaches out for the envelope, but Jenni pulls it back.
Jenni Anderson:
Ah-ah-ah… don’t get so handsy. I will give you this envelope and everything inside, but I expect something in return.
Referee:
What?
Jenni smiles.
Jenni Anderson:
Tonight is my first match… a contest against Henri Black. I know he is… erratic, but prolific here in MWE. I know that a victory over him would go a long way to solidifying myself as a future top star in this company.
Referee:
Yeah?
Jenni Anderson:
I want to beat him. I want the record books to say “Jenni Anderson defeated Henri Black”. And it doesn’t really matter to me how that happens. If Glory Braddock sticks her over-hyped nose in where it doesn’t belong… if Henri gets a little too rambunctious with me or with you… if he doesn’t even make it into the match. I want the win, sir. And for your role in that, I’ll give you everything you want. ONLY in the event I win. Understood?
The referee gulps. He knew what he was being asked was wrong, but he also knew that Jenni more than had the means to provide what he was after. As he wipes some sweat away from his brow, he nods.
Referee:
Yeah… I understand.
Jenni smiles, handing the envelope over to Pierce.
Jenni Anderson:
Good… and may this be the start of a long, fruitful relationship.
She smiles again as the referee is led back out of the locker-rooms. Pierce walks over to Jenni as he leaves, standing beside her.
Pierce Manning:
Do you think he on board?
Jenni Anderson:
He had better be. If not…
She looks to Piece, placing one hand on his shoulder and passing something to him from her other hand.
Jenni Anderson:
You know what to do.
She moves back out of the scene, preparing for her match as Pierce fiddles with his hand, holding up a lighter. He smiles as she steps away, and the scene moves elsewhere.
Singles Match
Jenni Anderson w/Pierce Manning VS Henri BlackAmy Maynard: “What was that? Did they really try to bribe the referee?” Sir Figgles: “Don’t start with your conspiracy theories, Zacky…” Amy Maynard: “For the LAST time, Zachary doesn’t work here anymore. My name is Amy, it’s not that difficult…” Sir Figgles: “That’s what the government wants us to believe, Zachary. I know the truth.” Amy Maynard rolled her eyes, regretting the moment she accepted this job. The focus now switched inside the ring where everything was ready. Jenni and Henri brought to the centre of the ring by the referee who gave them a quick reminder of the rules. Through all this standard procedure, the referee never looked at the blonde bombshell. She turned her head finding Pierce standing outside and winked at him. He smiled back, the look on his face quickly shifting as he tried to warn Jenni about the oncoming superkick from Henri. Not only she couldn’t avoid it, but she turned in the exact same moment when the sole of his boot was about to connect with the side of her head, taking the blow right to her face. Sir Figgles: “Ouch” Amy Maynard: “This could be over already…” Almost a three. Manning immediately shouted at the referee, obviously not mentioning the conversation they had backstage, saying something about Henri being a cheater. The Australian almost laughed at the accusation, oblivious of the shenanigans the duo tried to set up with the ref backstage. His only focus was to put down the woman who ruined his match at Way Of The Dragon and spoil her debut. He already had her in the corner where he was kicking the crap out of her, but the man with the striped shirt was quick to interrupt him. Amy Maynard: “Usually they start a five count in these situations…” Sir Figgles: “He’s just trying to keep control of the match, let the man do his job…” In all fairness, he did the same when the roles reversed and Black found himself back against the turnbuckle, her foot pressing on his throat. Pierce obviously was very vocal about this, jumping on the apron and demanding an explanation. The referee addressed him, one eye always on the two men involved in the match to keep the situation under control. He was very stern with Pierce, who looked surprised by his reaction. Especially when the official grunted at him to shut up, or he’ll watch the rest of the match backstage.In the meantime Henri fought his way out of his corner and was now pummeling the opponent’s face with right forearm strikes. His offense was quickly interrupted by a low blow, missed by the referee who was still dealing with Manning. The thud of Henri being dropped on his head with a snap ddt draw the ref’s attention back to the ring. All he saw was Anderson making the cover, so he started to count, interrupting at two when the former AXN Champion raised his shoulder. Sir Figgles: “What? I thought that was three!” The match went on, any concern Amy had about the referee’s conduct faded as he was calling this right in the middle. Henri was controlling this central part of the match, taking the blonde girl down with his pump kick/spike ddt combination. An expert submission wrestler, and with a devastating ankle lock in his arsenal, Black now focused his attacks on the right leg of Jenni. A few stomps preceded a figure four leglock, but the ropes were too close and Jenni reached them with little to no effort. The count started immediately, and Henri let her go at two. He grabbed her foot again tho and yanked, pulling her back to the centre of the ring. Here he step up his game, locking her in an excruciating heel hook. Jenni’s scream echoed over the cheers of the fans, but the Queenpin had no intention to tap out. She seemed close to, as she tried to drag herself toward the ropes. But she pushed through, crawling toward the salvation, so close yet so far away. Amy Maynard: “This is taking so much out of Jenni. You have to wonder how much she has left, if she manages to escape.” The question asked by Amy found an answer half a minute later when Anderson finally touched the ropes. Manning pulled her out as soon as Henri let her go, demanding a break. In all response, the ref started the ten count, which seemed to infuriate Pierce. The referee answered that he was just doing his job, and kept the count going. Amy Maynard: “Looks like their plan didn’t work out as they hoped” Sir Figgles: “I still have no idea what you’re talking about…” Jenni had to enter the ring to avoid the count-out loss, but she was most definitely favoring her left leg. And a veteran with a killer instinct like Henri wasn’t going to ignore that. He kicked that leg several times, each strike drawing a groan of pain from the Queenpin. She spent most of her time on the ropes, and from this position she managed to get that break she desperately needed after throwing Black on the outside with a backbody drop. The former Revenant landed chest first on the floor and found Pierce right there to add the proverbial insult to injury. Sir Figgles: “Where is Jenni going?” Amy Maynard: “Looks like she’s ready to fly!” From the top rope, Anderson jumped on the distracted Black, planting him on the canvas with a diving tornado ddt. Pierce helped her back to her feet and pushed her inside the ring, from where she asked to start the count, while she used that time to try shake some feelings back in her leg. At eight, Henri was back on his feet, walking past Manning who tried to put himself between the australian and the ring. The match could now continue, the count barely being beaten by Henri. And now the GCW hall of famer was on the driver’s seat, collecting near falls with moves like her Bad Luck Cutter (spinning cross neckbreaker) and the Jinxy Jet (top rope flipping spinning leg lariat), proving that the leg wasn’t in as bad shape as it seemed to be. In both cases, Henri kicked out in two. Amy Maynard: “Looks like the tides have completely turned now.” Sir Figgles: “Jenni is in full control, if only the referee wasn’t this slow she could have the match won already!” Amy Maynard: “Don’t count out Henri too soon… WHAT DID I TELL YOU?” Out of nowhere, Black connected an enziguri kick, picking up the opponent from the mat with his triple german suplex. As soon as the third, landed, Jenni let out a scream of pain, clutching her shoulder. Henri wasn’t buying it, but the referee felt obliged to check on her, asking the Aussie to step back. And when he did, Manning blasted him from behind. Glory rushed down the ramp, welcomed by the roar of the fans tired to see the countless cheating attempts pulled by the duo. As soon as she saw her, Jenni asked for the disqualification, request obviously ignored by the official, who kept an eye on Glory and Manning now trading blows on the outside. Jenni was on her knees, trying to pull herself up when she got hit by Henri’s Black Sacrament. The former Revenant hooked the leg, but the ref was still distracted by the brawl outside, wasting precious moments before Henri called his attention. He finally slid into position and counted the one, the two… Amy Maynard: “This was three! She kicked out only because it took the ref so long to turn around.” Sir Figgles: “It’s Glory’s fault, she shouldn’t have gotten involved” Henri was, rightfully fuming, taking on the referee and asking him to stay focused on the action. Something he should have done as well and that would’ve avoided the roll up from Anderson. WHo, obviously pulled his trunks trying to desperately keep him down, being still dazed after the running single leg Yakuza kick. Amy Maynard: “He kicked out!” Sir Figgles: “The hell he did!” The bell rang, for the shock of the australian man. He turned to Jenni, and think seemed to be about to turn real ugly for Anderson. Good for her Manning slid inside the ring and knocked henri down with a lariat to the back. When Braddock entered the ring a moment later, the pair was already on the ramp, laughing and celebrating tonight’s win. WINNER: Jenni Anderson BY: Pinfall (Schoolboy Pin), 16:17 |
Sir Figgles:
What a main event! Perfect culmination of a wonderful night. And let me tell you, in the end, despite all your conspiracy theories, the best wrestler win. Clean and without a doubt.
Amy Maynard:
I wouldn't say without a doubt. I still think Henri kicked out in time...
Sir Figgles:
Bull. Shit.
Amy Maynard:
Wait, we finally have a replay.
The tron comes to light and shows the last moments of the main event. The roll up, the thights Jenni blatantly hung onto and Henri kicking out, way before the three.
Amy Maynard:
I knew it!
Sir Figgles:
Whoa! Easy with the accusations here, Amy... It could be a mistake, believe it or not, referees are humans...
Amy Maynard:
Bull. Shit.
Sir Figgles:
No it's not, I swear... I didn't want to believe it either when I first started... I thought they were robots but...
Amy Maynard:
Stop.. Just stop. Thank God this night is over, see you all next Saturday!
What a main event! Perfect culmination of a wonderful night. And let me tell you, in the end, despite all your conspiracy theories, the best wrestler win. Clean and without a doubt.
Amy Maynard:
I wouldn't say without a doubt. I still think Henri kicked out in time...
Sir Figgles:
Bull. Shit.
Amy Maynard:
Wait, we finally have a replay.
The tron comes to light and shows the last moments of the main event. The roll up, the thights Jenni blatantly hung onto and Henri kicking out, way before the three.
Amy Maynard:
I knew it!
Sir Figgles:
Whoa! Easy with the accusations here, Amy... It could be a mistake, believe it or not, referees are humans...
Amy Maynard:
Bull. Shit.
Sir Figgles:
No it's not, I swear... I didn't want to believe it either when I first started... I thought they were robots but...
Amy Maynard:
Stop.. Just stop. Thank God this night is over, see you all next Saturday!