Post by gvb on Jan 27, 2020 13:34:38 GMT -6
Riot in Kansai
Live from Osaka-Jo Hall in Osaka
Saturday, February 25th, 2020
Another sold out show for Riot in their third stop on the Big In Japan tour, the Oska-Jo Hall is filled to capacity with cheering fans, ready to witness another great night of wrestling featuring some of Riot's brightest stars. The camera pans over them as "Riot" by Three Days Grace blares out of the loudspeakers, quickly taking us to the commentary table. Amy Maynard welcomes the fan with her smile and her precious insights on tonight's matches, backed up by Sir Figgles and his inside jokes wisecracks. Amy points out the magnitude of the main event, the Riot Champion against the "Best In The World" Glory Braddock, a match that could have huge implications in the title scene. Figgles notes how Glory already has a lot on her plate, with Jenni Anderson and Pierce Manning, and wonders if this won't be a distraction for her. Not to mention that they could very possibly physically provide said distraction. Another point of interest is who will team up with Kelsey Spencer against two members of The Revolution, The Mutt and The Manic. Most likely, whoever that is, will be third member of her team for the War Games match announced for the Big In Japan pay-per-view. And speaking of the ppv, Sir Figgles boldly claims that Golden Era will face the Brothers McMillions as, according to him, they will destroy the BreeTee Committee's dreams once again. Amy suggests that it won't be that easy, Bree and Teagan have already beat Golden Era since, no matter what Kyle and Neil say, a small package IS a wrestling move. And a pretty effective one against them. But now, enough talking. It's time to Riot!
Singles Match
Liv Mercer VS NinaIn the opening contest, the Junior Heavyweight Champion Liv Mercer took on the former MWE intern, Nina. The respective partners were at ringside, Oz Dalton already proved in more than one occasion how much of an asset he can be for his girlfriend and Camari seemed to be tightening the clamps on him, watching carefully every moment ready to stop him if he tried anything. As for the match inside the ring? It was a surprisingly evenly matched contest, considering the experience gap between the champ and the newcomer. Nina was almost waiting Liv, leaving the initiative to her and simply dodging and parrying her strikes, looking for the opportunity to make her move. And she did, blocking a punch from the champion and twisting her arm forcing her to expose her flank to Nina’s hard side kick to the ribs. She dropped her knee a couple of times still targeting the ribcage, keeping a slow pace with an abdominal stretch. adding some more shots to the side while applying the submission hold. Mercer escaped the submission, connecting a few chops to the opponent’s chest and firing her against the ropes, jumping and extending her feet for a picture perfect dropkick. The champion tried to pick up the pace, surprising Nina with a springboard arm drag. The Chicago born was picking herself up when the champion charged at her and knocked her back down with a shining wizard. Liv hooked the leg for a cover, from which Nina barely kicked out. Any time Liv kicked into high gear, she seemed to cause problems to the former intern, once again calling her to a difficult kick out from a bridging Northern Lights suplex. Her mistake was to slow the pace and lock her over the shoulders single leg boston crab. On the canvas, Nina was in her element, finally able to put Yulia’s teachings to practice and quickly turned things back in her favor, wrestling her way out of it and right into a leg lock of her own, showing a great fluidity in her movements. Fortunately for the champion, the ropes were just within reach, allowing her to escape before any real damage could be done. Back in the middle of the ring, the two competitors once again locked up, Nina quickly switching into a wrist lock and taking the champion down with a sudden and unexpected sweep kick. Lifting her right leg, she kicked Liv four times on the hamstrings before dropping the leg to the side. Nina went for a tight figure four, putting a lot of pressure on Mercer who once again dragged herself to the ropes. Oz tried to help her by pushing the bottom rope toward her extended hand, but even before the referee could see it, Camari went to stop him. Dalton pushed her away which prompted Nina to immediately let go of her leg and check on her fiancee, while promising Oz that she’ll kick his head in for laying his hands on the former interviewer. Mercer tried to surprise her and rolled her up with a school boy pin, but Nina wasn’t caught off guard. A stomp to the back of the head kept the Snakebite grounded, with Liv now positioning behind her and applying a waist lock, looking to deadlift her for a german suplex. It all happened so quickly the commentator and most of the fans didn’t even realize what just happened. Nina reached up with her hand and pushed it between her legs, tucking her shoulder as she grabbed Liv’s leg and wrapped her own legs and arms around it in a devastating knee bar. The champion tapped out almost immediately. WINNER: Nina BY: Submission (Leg Constrictor), 9:35 |
Amy Maynard: "What the... Nina just made the Junior Heavyweight champion tap out!"
Sir Figgles: "That was so quick, I didn't even realize what was going on"
Amy Maynard: "Neither did Liv.. Great win for Nina tonight, one that, I'm sure, won't go unnoticed with Vincent Moretti."
Sir Figgles: "That was so quick, I didn't even realize what was going on"
Amy Maynard: "Neither did Liv.. Great win for Nina tonight, one that, I'm sure, won't go unnoticed with Vincent Moretti."
Leia LeBeau:
What did you expect? Did you really think I was going to stand for that?
Came the voice of the ever delightful beauty, Leia LeBeau. It seemed as though she had not been allocated interview time yet again, but whatever anger and frustration she had about that (probably a lot, knowing her) she was once again taking out on the unseen camera crew. Her top hat was perched on the side of her head, her face a work of art and so was her sparkling eye shadow. It was clear she was in her ever stunning ring gear, but this was cruelly covered up by an oversized jacket that she hugged close to her athletic form.
Leia LeBeau:
She called me a whore, a prostitute, she tried to ruin my name when I’ve been out here week after week providing a higher class of entertainment. She put me down, time and time again and I rose against adversity to make her look...
As she rifled off about her match with Hayley last week, in which the rookie pulled off a stunning upset against a woman who had tried to bury her on social media and in interviews the previous week, she struck a pose, imitating her last opponent almost perfectly, even down to the impression of her voice.
Leia LeBeau:
SO RIDCULOUS!
She took a bow, careful to hold the jacket close to her, clearly a multi purpose designer blazer, and she raised the sleeve to her face as she blushed, the camera crew clearly applauding her. Were they warming to the Jet City Woman?
Leia LeBeau:
I mean, you could make a Hollywood Blockbuster about that story, or a Netflix special, or even a Broadway Musical! Of course, starring me as myself, there is simply no one else on the planet who could play me.
She then mouthed “How Dare” as she stomped her foot on the ground in a huff (maybe they weren’t warming to her as much as first thought), not taking whatever response she got from the staff.
Leia LeBeau:
I’m not joking, I’m being serious! I captured the hearts of the fans and my peers with that showing. My performance skills are quite frankly, unmatched. My style can not be rivaled. And I am not, I repeat I am NOT, a whore. I am a Professional, and my name is going to be in the brightest of bright, multi-coloured lights, not slumming it in the Red Light District--
Leia paused, her eyebrows raised as she looked down at the oversized men’s blazer, shaking her head as she dismissed the question.
Leia LeBeau:
W-what? What are you talking about? What about the jacket? And no, it does not smell strange at all.
She sheepishly pulled away a little, shaking her head at them.
Leia LeBeau:
I don’t care if it’s too big, it’s supposed to be, and it’s covering up an extra special outfit that I had made especially for tonight. Would you like a glimpse?
There were a few comments from the camera crew, as she teased them with a little strip, soaking up the attention with a captivating little shimmy, peeling off the blazer slowly to reveal her ever so skimpy and sparkling outfit. But this time, she didn’t look just like a diamond, there were clear pictures upon that mini dress of hers. There was the image of a snake, make that a sock puppet snake, being trampled by a cheesecake with legs, it’s head crushed by its feet. And attacking the cheesecake was a picture of Leia herself, carving up the cake with a razorblade top hat. She gave an alluring turn, shaking her booty at the camera, just as it chose to zoom in, before turning back to the camera with a smirk.
Leia LeBeau:
As you boys can see, this one is just a little bit special, and I thought tonight would be the perfect, perfect, PERFECT night to wear it. Let’s call it a tribute to what has happened, and a prediction for what will happen. Ta for now, it’s time the people see what they paid for. It’s Showtime, boys!
And with that, the Sin City Showgirl strutted out, taking the blazer with her as she blew a kiss to the camera.
Backstage, Henri black is sitting in an armchair in a dimly lit room. A half empty glass in his left hand as a knock comes at the door.
Henri Black:
Come in, and close the door behind you.
The door opens and the referee from Henri’s match last week enters the room, visibly nervous, and glances around.
Henri Black:
Sit down Charles. We need to have a little chat about last week.
Charles’ face pales as Henri leans forward, no trace of his usual humour visible on his face.
Charles:
I swear I didn’t see it until they showed the replay...
Henri silences Charles mid excuse with a cutting gesture.
Henri Black:
And am I to believe that your sudden bout of blindness had nothing to do with Jenni Anderson offering you ten thousand dollars and the name of an, allegedly, prominent specialist to solve your... ahem… problem? Or perhaps it was because you were afraid of Jenni’s little cabana boy bitch Pierce Manning? Or, and stop me when I hit the right point here, are you just that inept?
Henri raps his fingers on the arm of his chair and sighs.
Henri Black:
I don’t blame you Charles, Jenni showed you the ultimate carrot and then dangled it in front of your face and you gave in because it was the only chance for you and your wife to have that child you so desperately want.
Charles lets out a heavy sigh of relief, thinking himself safe before rattling off a near incoherent stream of words.
Charles:
I swear...never again...not worth it… learned my lesson… thank you so much...not hurting me...
Henri again cuts Charles short in mid ramble, this time with a hard edge creeping into his voice.
Henri Black:
But you need to understand something. Where Jenni offers the carrot I offer only the stick, so listen closely charles, if you ever cross me again I will make orphans of any children you father after this day and I will do it with a smile on my face, no guilt no remorse.
Henri stands from his chair and crosses the room to a bench loaded with glasses and pours a drink before placing it on the table in front of Charles.
Henri Black:
Have a drink, you look like you need it. Oh, and my love to the wife.
And with that Henri walks out of the room, leaving Charles to down his drink in one swallow and go looking for the bottle.
Singles Match
Leia LeBeau VS CheesecakeCheesecake was never shy or intimidated, but the recent streak since joining Riot seemed to have built a brand new level of confidence in the young Arizonan. Staring in front of the Sin City Showgirl, she laughed at LeBeau and her mannerisms, even asking the referee if this was a joke, and to bring out her real opponent and not some valet. Leia by now must be used to have people discount and not taking her seriously, and she learned to let her actions speak for her. This time was no different as she kicked Cheesecake with a lightning kick spinning heel kick as soon as the bell rang, immediately dropping the loudmouth on her back. LeBeau immediately slid in and hooked the leg, but Cheesecake kicked out. Kick after kick, the Showgirl turned the first minutes of this contest in a nightmare for Ophelia, stuck now in the corner taking a breath after the referee separated Leia from her, putting an end to her flurry of kicks. The break was only momentarily as LeBeau was right back on the attack with a handstand corner foot choke. This move as well called for the referee intervention, with the official warning the twenty three years old. Leia smiled at him and grabbed Cheesecake’s arm, firing her in the opposite corner with an irish whip. The daughter of Trip Johnson countered the move and charged at the Jet City Woman, who raised her leg. A move the opponent was expecting, blocking the counter kick and, holding her by the ankle, dragged her back to the centre of the ring and took her down with a dragon screw leg whip. After the rough start where she underestimated LeBeau, Cheesecake seemed now more focused, taking the match and her opponent more seriously. At first she tried to surprise her with some quick pinfall combinations, but Leia always kicked out easily. Then she finally exploited her speed, jumping at the Showgirl and catching her with a hurricanrana. A series of kicks left her stunned in the middle of the ring, Cheesecake took her leg off with a dropkick to the knee and then hit the ropes, connecting her knee to Leia’s face. With a perfect standing moonsault she made the cover, only obtaining a two count. The match went on, each competitor went really close to the win. Leia with the Seattle Slutdrop, Cheesecake with a spinning heel kick. After kicking out, LeBeau rolled out of the ring to refocus, but the Scottsdale born didn’t let her, launching herself through the ropes with a suicide dive. She grabbed Leia by the hair and dragged her up to her feet, getting in her face and insulting her. The microphones couldn’t catch it, but it definitely got under her skin. LeBeau reacted with a resounding slap to the face and when Cheesecake yanked at her hair, she raised her knee and caught the opponent in the midsection. Back and forth they went, brawling on the outside with the only goal now to hurt the opponent. Cheesecake went for an irish whip against the ring post, but Leia countered it. Cake was leaning against the corner, Leia looked at her and took a couple of steps back. Sir Figgles at commentary said that she couldn't be thinking what he tought she was thinking, but the Showgirl proved him wrong, connecting a risky Jet City Jive against the post. The referee was already at eight, the backlash of the claymore kick injured her as well. She struggled to get back on her feet, but eventually managed to slide in just in time to beat the count. WINNER: Leia LeBeau BY: Count Out, 7:17 |
Amy Maynard: "Looks like this young girl just keeps shutting up all the doubters."
Sir Figgles: "Not gonna lie, I wasn't expecting her to win tonight."
Amy Maynard: "Cheesecake had been on a roll since joining Riot, she was definitely the favorite walking into this match. Instead, Leia is the one standing tall in the middle of the ring tonight."
Sir Figgles: "Not gonna lie, I wasn't expecting her to win tonight."
Amy Maynard: "Cheesecake had been on a roll since joining Riot, she was definitely the favorite walking into this match. Instead, Leia is the one standing tall in the middle of the ring tonight."
The fans cheer as the cameras cut backstage to Kelsey Spencer, showing her hurrying down the hallway in pursuit of someone.
Kelsey Spencer:
Cousin! Cousin, wait up!
She finally catches up with her target, revealed to be her cousin Kristina.
Kelsey Spencer:
Cousin, there’s something I wanna talk to you about. Something I wanna ask you.
Kristina stares at Kelsey not saying anything, Veronica on the other hand seems happy to see her other client
Veronica Chandler:
Ah my second favorite client. What can we do for you today Kelsey?
Kelsey looks a little flustered as she runs her hand through her hair, letting out a relieving sigh.
Kelsey Spencer:
I don’t mean to be rude, Veronica… But I was kinda hoping I could talk to just my cousin. Would you mind…?
Veronica doesn’t seem to like that she is not being included in this conversation as she stares at Kelsey.
Veronica Chandler:
Of course
She stares at Kelsey before walking away leaving the cousins alone. Kelsey smiles and lets out a nervous chuckle as she watches Veronica leave before she then looks back to Kristina.
Kelsey Spencer:
Oh, boy… I don’t know a good way to bring this up, so I’m just gonna come right out with it. Do you remember a couple of years ago, you and me ... we had this brutal, violent match inside Hell in a Cell?
Kristina continues to look at Kelsey with not so loving eyes. She just stares for what seems like forever before she finally says anything
Kristina Spencer:
I remember. It was the match that i allowed you to survive in instead of ending you. Why are you bringing this up? You looking for a round 2?
Kelsey seems nervous at Kristina’s tone of voice, her initial reaction being to jump back a step and throw her hands up.
Kelsey Spencer:
No no no no no… Definitely not. Once was enough for me.
She chuckles again, but when Kristina doesn’t share her reaction, Kelsey slumps.
Kelsey Spencer:
Actually, it’s not really about Hell in a Cell specifically. It’s about this War Games Match that’s coming up. See, I’ve seen War Games Matches before, but I’ve never been a part of one. I could study the match all day, but really, there’s no way I can know what to expect. People I’ve spoken to about it have compared it to Hell in a Cell, and when I think of what that was like…
She pauses and shakes the thought from her mind.
Kelsey Spencer:
I need a team. People I can rely on in that type of environment. After what we went through together, cousin, you’re someone I want on my side. So, what do you say? You wanna join my team for War Games?
Kristina gives Kelsey a “Are you serious” look before shaking her head
Kristina Spencer:
Are you freaking kidding me right now?
Kristina starts pacing making Kelsey really nervous and confused
Kristina Spencer:
When something like what happened to you happens the first person you should of gone to is family. YOUR BLOOD!! However instead of going to your family for help you went and asked him instead and now you finally come around to asking me? Like i’m your second option?
Kristina punches a wall, and Kelsey flinches at the sight and sound of the impact.
Kristina Spencer:
HIM OF ALL PEOPLE!! My answer is NO!!
Kelsey Spencer:
But cousin, I--
Kristina Spencer:
I am not some tool you can pull out of the drawer when it is convenient for you to do so!
Kristina turns as if she is going to walk away. Kelsey, seemingly saddened by the reaction, reaches out her hand.
Kelsey Spencer:
It’s not like that at all, cousin… I just needed time to think of how--
She slumps and sighs.
Kelsey Spencer:
I understand. It was rude of me to not ask you first. I’m sorry.
She looks over her shoulder as she begins to turn away.
Kelsey Spencer:
...I guess I’m just gonna have to find someone else who wants to take part in all that violence and destruction, then…
Kristina stops and turns back toward her cousin with a truly wicked grin on her face
Kristina Spencer:
How much violence are we talking about? As much violence and destruction as i want?
Kelsey looks back to her cousin and shrugs.
Kelsey Spencer:
I’m sure there’s gonna be a lot of it. Heath Williams used to be known as the Hardcore Hero, you know… I once saw him set someone on fire in the middle of the ring! He’s whipped people with barbed wire, thrown them through light tubes and thumb tacks…
She shrugged again and began to leave.
Kelsey Spencer:
It’s a shame you said no, though. It probably would’ve been a whole lotta fun…
Kristina looks almost orgasmic at the thought of all the damage she could dish out in this type of match. She puts her arm around Kelsey, who stares back at her cousin with shocked saucer eyes.
Kristina Spencer:
Fire you say? Thumbtacks huh? Now that sounds like a real fun time to me. Ok i will be on your War Games Team and i will make everybody bleed and everybody cry especially Heath for what he has done.
Kelsey’s face lights up with a beaming smile.
Kelsey Spencer:
You really mean it, cousin?!
Kristina Spencer:
You want the Empress Of Darkness you got her and we will bathe in the blood of our victims cousin. So um am i allowed to beat Christian up as well or not this time?
Kelsey gives a hearty laugh.
Kelsey Spencer:
No, not this time, cousin. But with all the tough opponents we’re gonna have in there, I don’t think you’ll really have time to beat up anybody else!
She raises her finger.
Kelsey Spencer:
Oh, that reminds me! I need to find a tag team partner for tonight. What do you say you and me team up and show The Manic and The Mutt what the Spencer Cousins can do?
Kristina smiles and pulls her cousin in closer to her
Kristina Spencer:
Sounds like a plan. Tonight The Wicked Socialites will put The Mutt to sleep and The Maniac in a rubber room and all of wrestling will see what the Spencer family can really do. Hmm we need to get you a barbwire bat to match mine cousin
Another nervous laugh from the elder Spencer cousin as she forces a smile.
Kelsey Spencer:
...I guess we’re going shopping later?
Riot cuts backstage to Vianca Alvarez, Hayley’s image consultant, sitting on a chair in the locker room as she holds a script in her hand. Perky as usual, Vianca begins to read from the script.
Vianca Alvarez:
On a brand of injustice and relying on the same old “stars” again and again… one star above all is the most overlooked on not just the brand but the entire roster! She is the most prodigious, glamorous, chaste, role model future champion of our generation! She deserves to be in the main event and frequent top billing. She is the heartbreaker… the one that makes you look SOOOOO ridiculous… I am talking about the greatest wrestler that I have ever known and that you will EVER get to know… Hayley…. Halsey…
The scene pans to reveal Hayley whose eyes are narrowed in annoyance.
Vianca Alvarez:
The greatest, most incredible, most eye pleasing, most glorious, most gorgeous, splendiferous goddess of them all…
Hayley Halsey:
Oh shut up…
Vianca is caught by surprise as she tosses the script aside.
Vianca Alvarez:
But that vignette will get across SO much better with that script. God, what’s with you today?
Hayley Halsey:
Three guesses…
Vianca Alvarez:
What could possibly be...
Hayley narrows her eyes further.
Vianca Alvarez:
Oooooooh… right… about last week…
Hayley Halsey:
It never happened.
Vianca Alvarez:
But…
Hayley Halsey:
Forgetting.
Vianca just sighs at this before she just moves on knowing that Hayley is not going to talk about last week.
Hayley Halsey:
What? You just expect me to dwell on it? Pfft! That’s not me. I don’t dwell on the negative that much. Who the hell do you think I am? Your ex-girlfriend? Whatever. It doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t even delay the inevitable. In all honesty, that wouldn’t be happening if… oh I don’t know… I actually had STABILITY prior to coming here? It builds up rust and all of that. Not fun. But no, I’m not one of those dumb bitches that lets one misfire derail their whole world, you know what I mean? Tell me… who am I wrestling tonight?
Vianca Alvarez:
Megan Rydell and Tiny Des…
Hayley instantly busts out laughing.
Vianca Alvarez:
What? What’s so funny?
Hayley Halsey:
Megan “Make an example out of someone” Rydell…. Oh god… what? Is she going to cut this lame ass promo that she’s going to make an example out of me because of this, this and that? Spare me! I don’t want to hear it. Vanilla Ice is far more entertaining than that cookie cutter wannabe. Look, I’m just going to keep it short, alright? I’m not worried about last week. It’s so whatever. I’m focused on “the man”...
Vianca Alvarez:
The man?
Hayley Halsey:
Yes… the powers that be… the ones that keep jerking me around. While a past her prime anorexic WHORE in Glory Braddock gets to main event a show that she DOESN’T deserve to main event… I’m still being thrown around in these random ass matches for no real reason because… I don’t know why. It’s as clear as day that this company isn’t investing in me properly. It’s like…. UGH… they think I still need to prove myself. NO! I don’t need to prove SHIT, okay? Give me some real competition here! I can beat Kelsey Spencer with one hand behind my back!
Vianca Alvarez:
Um…
Vianca quickly yanks her own collar in nervousness.
Hayley Halsey:
You put me in the ring with Melissa Reeves and she becomes my bitch… INSTANTLY.
Vianca is still looking unsure.
Hayley Halsey:
All I need is ONE chance at the MWE Championship and I fulfill the prophecy bestowed upon me as the prodigy of the decade and I prove once and for all that your ex-girlfriend is FAR inferior to me! The way I’m being treated here is SOOOOO ridiculous… but anorexic whores like Glory Braddock have the red carpet rolled out for them. Fuck that…
Vianca Alvarez:
I wouldn’t bite off more than I can chew here since technically… still a “rookie”...
Hayley Halsey:
Are you on my side, or not?
Vianca Alvarez:
I AM on your side…
Hayley Halsey:
Good… now… I want you to dig up some dirt on some members of this roster… and I want you to do it NOW!
Vianca Alvarez:
Alright! I can do that! Trust me, I’ll find all the front page tabloid material I can find!
Hayley Halsey:
Good…
Vianca quickly bolts from the locker room.
Hayley Halsey:
The “powers that be” will rue the day they ever attempted to hold back Hayley Nicollette Halsey damn it… those two? They’re going to feel that wrath tonight when I get them in the ring...
Hayley lets out an angry sigh as she leaves the locker room to prepare for her match.
Triple Threat Match
Meg Rydell VS Tiny Des VS Hailey HalseyIn an incredibly fast paced contest, all three competitors shined, keeping the fans on the edge of their seats since the early moments. Destiny started off strong, surprising Megan with a superkick right out of the gate. Hayley charged at her trying to take her down with a clothesline, but Sir Figgles’ sister ducked it and ran against the ropes, using the middle to bounce back with a moonsault body press, landing on her feet. Rydell hit her with a clothesline from behind, taking her town to her knees. Hitting the ropes as well, she went for an early Mega Kick but Halsey stepped in her way with a leg lariat. Destiny looped her arms around Hayley in a waistlock and rolled backwards, pinning her down to the mat with a roll up. The referee’s count was interrupted by Megan kicking Tiny Des face with a superkick. With the Ohio born momentarily out of commission, Meg and Hayley were left fighting on their own. The current PPW Rogue Champion used an irish whip to sent Hayley against the ropes, but she got caught with a tornado ddt on the rebound. Halsey tried to put her away with a quick cover but Megan kicked out. The former Riot Championship contender came out at the distance, knocking the Heartbreaker down with her Gamengirl. Tiny Des hit her with a combination of forearms and kicks, missing the final roundhouse. Rydell then connected with a released german suplex, waiting for Des to get up to go for another Mega Kick. When she was ready to charge though, Hayley grabbed her hand and whipped her in the corner followed with a splash. She hit the cornered opponent with some hard kicks and knee strikes before finally climbing to the top rope, ready to jump with her So Ridiculous. Out of nowhere came Tiny Des, hitting Halsey with a jumping forearm to the back, climbing up to the corner as well and locking Hayley in a waist lock. Nobody likes being on the receiving hand of a super German suplex and the heartbreaker fought with everything she had to block the move. Not even a couple of elbows to the head could get her free from Destiny’s grasp and, at the same time, she couldn’t lift Hayley. Not until Megan got back to her feet and slid between her legs, powerbombing Des to the mat while she superplexed Halsey. A ridiculous display of strength by Rydell, who was determined to capitalize on this. First, she needed to get rid of one of the two opponents, and her choice fell on Hayley, who was just about to stand up. Third time was a charm for Megan, and this time the Mega Kick (single running leg dropkick) connected, sending Halsey out of the ring. For Destiny, instead, she had in store a Rydell Driver, the springboard crucifix driver right into a pin that gave her the win in this triple threat. WINNER: Megan Rydell BY: Pinfall (Rydell Driver), 7:23 |
Amy Maynard: "Meg Rydell is back, and she's back with a win!"
Sir Figgles: "Mark my words, Amy. 2020 is going to be her here."
Amy Maynard: "That's not even a bold prediction. Her talent is out of question, she's been a mainstay on both Millennium and Riot for the majority of the past year. She only need to take that last step."
Sir Figgles: "Mark my words, Amy. 2020 is going to be her here."
Amy Maynard: "That's not even a bold prediction. Her talent is out of question, she's been a mainstay on both Millennium and Riot for the majority of the past year. She only need to take that last step."
Backstage in the dressing room area of the Osaka-Jo Hall we spot a beautiful blonde in purple spandex wrestling gear that flatters her luxurious figure. This is none other than “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock and she is stretching in preparation for her match tonight against Devin Hearst. Whoever is running this camera must be a perv...or a typical guy (or both?) because the camera starts to zoom in on Braddock, specifically her lovely ass. It doesn’t take long before Glory figures out that she isn’t alone and a low chuckle escapes her throat.
Glory Braddock:
Do you like what you see?
The British Bombshell stands up and turns to face the camera. She motions to her face.
Glory Braddock:
Up here little boy...thank you...now then, tonight I find myself ready to stand in the spotlight of Riot itself, which is where The Best in the World truly belongs, up against Devin Hearst. He may look like a flamboyant slob but I know that he is no slouch, no pushover, and I can promise everyone out there, I guarantee all of my fans, that I will be ready for anything that Hearst is prepared to throw at me. And I do mean anything.
There is a hint of sarcasm in the laugh that escapes her lips just now. The British Bombshell then runs a hand through her long blonde hair before shaking her head.
Glory Braddock:
You know, it is quite frustrating when I watch the sad, sorry state of professional wrestling these days. The fame, the glory, the spotlight that a flower like Devin Hearst seeks shouldn’t be what this sport is about. I look at the “other” brand, Millennium, and I see my best mate in the entire world, Sophie O’Brian, having to constantly deal with three over-bearing egomaniacal cockroaches known as the American Pain Experience. They do not represent what this business should be about. And speaking of cockroaches…
The blonde beauty smirks knowingly.
Glory Braddock:
...there are two individuals who are here in the Osaka-Jo Hall here tonight, two cockroaches known as Jenni Anderson and Pierce Manning. They’re cockroaches because they serve no real purpose other than just to simply annoy the bloody hell out of you and they just refuse to go away. Do you think this great sport should encourage the actions of a man willing to break every rule under the sun in order to win or a woman willing to bribe her opponents to lose?
Braddock frowns and then shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
No, no it shouldn’t. Jenni and Pierce are gimmicks, nothing more, and they should return to being just gimmicks. Entertain the masses, you tarts, and leave the WRESTLING for those real WRESTLERS who actually give a damn. But do I expect those two flowers to leave well enough alone? No, I don’t. I fully anticipate and expect them to continue to stick their nose in my business and Henri Black’s business because they are a pair of cockroaches whose only purpose is to simply annoy.
She holds up a finger.
Glory Braddock:
But here’s a fair warning, mates; while cockroaches may seem like they never quite go away, the truth is that every cockroach eventually dies under the foot of a more highly evolved superior being than it. Henri and I are better than the two of you and that’s why you got involved in our business, because you knew we were better and you wanted to make an impact at our expense. I haven’t spoken to him lately but I am certain Henri is beyond pissed and you can look into my eyes and know that I am pissed. So here is your one fair warning, stay out of our way. Stay out of my match tonight.
Braddock points at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
That warning goes for you too, Devin. You may know more about wrestling than those two brassers, so I’ll credit you that much, and if you wanted to have a legit wrestling match then I know we could give the fans one hell of a show. But knowing your history, I doubt you really want it that way. That’s fine. Embrace your slob lifestyle, mate, feel free to ignore the threat that you are facing tonight.
The intense British Bombshell pats herself on the chest.
Glory Braddock:
That threat is me. I am a threat to your very existence because if I wanted to I could end you.
She snaps her fingers.
Glory Braddock:
Just like that. And I don’t mean that as in leaving you in physical trauma, although I could just as easily do that too. I am fully capable of doing whatever I want to anyone I want inside that squared circle. A professional wrestler is, him or herself, the deadliest of weapons that’s because we know how to hurt people, torture people, and break their bones. I could do all of that to you here tonight…
Braddock shrugs her shoulders.
Glory Braddock:
...or maybe not? Maybe I’ll just end the match quickly, humiliating you and humbling you by beating you in such a quick fashion that you couldn’t show your ugly face anywhere in this company anymore. Either way, after I beat you from bell to bell here tonight I am going to immediately get on a plane, fly out of Japan, head to Chicago, and slap another man silly. You know why I am going to do that, Devin? Do you know why I do this each and every week? Because I am Glory Braddock and I am The Best in the World and I want to save the culture of wrestling, I want what is best for wrestling, and people like you...people like Pierce...people like Jenni...you all are just not what is best for wrestling.
The British Bombshell waves the cameraman off.
Glory Braddock:
Run along then, mate. I have more prep to do.
The camera fades.
Tag Team Match
The Revolution VS The Wicked Socialites
Kelsey’s team for the War Games match is quickly shaping up. After recruiting one half of the current MWE tag team champions (as well as her husband) Christian Michaels last wednesday, she added a third member tonight, once again a family member. Her cousin, Krissy Spencer. Against them two members of The Revolution, The Manic and The Mutt. This latter one was the pick to start the match against Kelsey who had a bone to pick (pun intended) with him. With ease the former Uncanny Socialite took control of the match thanks to a series of arm drags, blocking his arm in a shoulder lock. Mutt made it back to his feet and tried to wrestle his way out of the submission, but Spencer had a clear technical and experience advantage, maintaining control and dragging him in her corner, tagging Kristina in. The Wicked entered the ring and kicked The Mutt on the ribs. Krissy confirmed her good form dominating the opponent and even obtaining a near fall with the springboard stunner she calls Air Crazy. As she picked him up though, she got her face bitten by the Mutt who quickly connected a sitout jawbreaker. When the referee warned him, Mutt barked in his face and dropped on all fours heading to his ring and tagging The Manic in. The masked woman may not be the best wrestler, having started training only a few months ago. But even though her moveset was not the fanciest or the most technical, based mostly on basic moves and some rest holds, it helped her keeping the edge on Kristina, giving her partner time to recover. She tried a cover after a nicely executed snap suplex, but Spencer kicked out. The turning point was when Krissy slipped away from a powerslam attempt landing behind Manic’s shoulders and quickly grabbing her chest, lifting her for her Handful Of Fun Boobplex. This was her chance to make the tag to Kelsey, who entered the ring and knocked Mutt off the apron. By that time The Manic was already standing up to her feet, and Kelsey charged at her wrapping her legs around her head for a headscissors. She followed with a spinning elbow drop and, after that, a cartwheel legdrop, The Mutt rushed in for the save and was able to escape before Kelsey could catch him. Kristina and The Mutt were now in the ring in this last part of the match, the member of The Revolution got the upper hand with an atomic drop/clothesline combination. With Spencer down he dropped on his knees and started headbutting the Los Angeles born. This was somehow fitting for a Mutt, but it still left a few fans perplexed. If anything, about the actual effectiveness of this attack. The pair of Heath Williams’ goons tried some tag team combination, but their chemistry was lacking. A miscommunication between the two allowed Krissy to sneak away and make the tag to Kelsey who entered the ring and immediately caught Manic with a northern lights suplex. The match cruised to its end with Kelsey never losing control, showing off her technical ability with an array of suplexes. Until she decided to pull the trigger and plant The Manic with the Deprivation DDT. The Mutt tried once again a desperate break, but he ran right into The Wicked Hand, a nasty punch to the heart from the former Liberty Trials Champion. WINNER: Kelsey Spencer & Kristina Spencer BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 10:32 |
Amy Maynard: "The Spencer stopped The Revolution!"
Sir Figgles: "Oh you can say that now, but we both know that The Revolution with Pinhead and Heath Williams is a whole different thing."
Amy Maynard: "Sure, but it's still a big win for Kelsey and Kristina. I now wonder who the fourth member will be..."
Sir Figgles: "Oh you can say that now, but we both know that The Revolution with Pinhead and Heath Williams is a whole different thing."
Amy Maynard: "Sure, but it's still a big win for Kelsey and Kristina. I now wonder who the fourth member will be..."
Backstage is where the scene opens up. In the immediate vicinity there is a desk off in the right of the camera’s view. A potted plant to the left of the camera. In the background hanging on the wall is various promotional material for Riot, what is no doubt the focus is a table in which Pierce Manning is laying on his stomach, a white towel that stretches from his lower back to his legs. A very large man is massaging his shoulders. Whatever the masseuse is doing is working, Pierce is in full relaxation mood. We hear the door open. Walking into the scene is Jenni Anderson. She appears to have something on her mind. She is momentarily distracted by Pierce masseuse.
Jenni Anderson:
“No Japanese hooker?”
Pierce chuckles.
Pierce Manning:
“Geisha, Jenni.”
She shrugs.
Jenni Anderson:
“Distinction without a difference.”
Pierce Manning:
“Of course there is. A geisha is-- screw it, doesn’t matter. In good conscience, I can’t fathom the thought of another woman touching me.”
Jenni shakes her head at Pierce putting on the charm.
Jenni Anderson:
“Don’t get soft on me now.”
Pierce raises his hand signaling to his masseuse to stop. The man does as Pierce wants. The Man(nning) sits up. He is wearing his wrestling trucks under the towel, nothing to see there.
Pierce Manning:
“My father assured me this guy is the best. We’ve made a killing on Riot so far, nothing wrong with enjoying the privilege of our unlimited wealth.
Jenni nods. She sits next to Pierce on the table.
Jenni Anderson:
“We won’t have Charles in our back pocket. He ran the other way when I tried to approach. Henri must have gotten to him. Wouldn’t shock me if Charles warned his fellow colleagues.”
Pierce Manning:
“Eh, no matter. Best to save your money for a bigger score. How hard can tonight be? I am facing a loud mouth by the name of Brien Storm. Just another moron drunk on his own ego. He shares so many traits in common with Glory. He loves the sound of his own voice, just like her. He believes he is God’s gift to wrestling, just like her. He has an obsession with making people tap out, just like her. Which I find funny, didn’t he tap or pass out to lose his title match at Way of the Dragon?”
Jenni shrugs.
Jenni Anderson:
“Wasn’t paying attention.”
Pierce smirks.
Pierce Manning:
“Me neither. Just hope Jared’s research was correct, good help is hard to find.
Jared also told me Henri is quite unstable, if you are right about Henri threatening a good man who can’t defend himself, accounting for that psycho might require some finesse. We do have the best general manager in wrestling. The owner did have the common sense to hire us. Surely, they would love to-- look out for their biggest assets. Perhaps we can convince one or both of them to force Henri to take a psychological evaluation. Can’t have someone who is a danger to others and themselves roaming the halls. ”
Jenni Anderson:
“We’ll look into that later. For now, we focus on reminding Brien Storm where his place is in the world--”
Pierce doesn’t hesitate to complete her thought.
Pierce Manning:
“-- below us.”
The scene fades to black.
Cut to a close up of your Favorite Worst Nightmare, Brien Storm. As always with a cheeky grin adorning his face, but even still with a focused glint in his eyes. A cigarette appears only for a few seconds as Brien takes a drag. The smoke exhaled briefly obscures the shot, before dissipating.
Brien Storm:
Good evening, Osaka.
Brien let’s his smooth and slow Sheffield draw sit with crowd.
Brien Storm:
Comin up for you in due time tonight I aim to show everyone again why I will dethrone Devin Hearst…
A quick pause
Brien Storm:
Until then I’ll tell ya why, Osaka. You see, the minute I put to pen and made my presence known ‘round these parts I popped up on your radar. Impressive debut, took Dean Smith to the limit at his own game, then I dispatched of your horrid help. Cause even if think you can ignore your Favorite Worst Nightmare, or preoccupying yourself with calling me bootleg, it doesn’t matter cause I’ll force confrontation. Believe me when I say Iser will give me my what I want when the chips hit the table.
A small chuckle escapes from Brien.
Brien Storm:
Your luck is running out Devin, I know you know that. I can tell from your little outburst on Twitter when mentioned the Dogs of War, I can tell from your laughable display after your match last week, and I’m going to be able to tell after I beat Pierce Manning tonight. And while we’re at it, let’s say some words about Pierce Manning, the entitled little shite. Listen mate, I don’t know what you think you’re gonna do, but I’ll crush your dreams now. I’m going to meet you in that ring then I’ll lift you so you’ll meet the Unforecasted Storm. I’ll make you, a former champion elsewhere, look silly. I’d even go so far as to say that I beat you faster than Hearst beats Braddock. Nothing that you do, Pierce, will help you. Your lady of the night that you’ve enlisted, she’s certainly not helping you. She looks like the type to turn and run, and she was already in the main event of Riot last week. You’re bringing her down and worst of all you brought me down the card as well. That’s not the point though. The point is I beat you, then I go through whoever else, then I go toe to toe with the beast, and finally I’ll have the Riot Championship round me shoulder. It’s not necessarily going to be easy, but nevertheless it’ll happen. If you were there, beware.
Brien’s words echo as the segment comes to an end.
Singles Match
Pierce Manning w/Jenni Anderson VS Brien StormThe Riot Championship is, obviously, the prize everyone had their eyes set on. Brien Storm seemed to be the next in line after having garnered the attention of Devin Hearst (the jury is still out on whether this is a good thing or a bad one) but a win tonight, after beating Glory Braddock a couple of weeks ago, would legitimate Pierce as a serious contender. And he proved it in the first minutes with a classy performance where, with his flawless technique, he dominated the opponent in the early minutes. A rotating belly to back suplex side slam gave him an early near fall, but Storm kicked out in time. Three minutes and Brien hadn’t landed a single shot yet, his frustration growing with easily imaginable results. Another right hand caught nothing but thin air with Manning moving behind his shoulders and dropping him on all fours with a lariat to the back of the head. A couple of kicks to the ribs and a gutwrench suplex later, Pierce tried another cover, once again getting no further than a two count. Wasting no time, he picked Storm up and whipped him against the ropes, jumping with a dropkick. Too bad for him the Favorite Worst Nightmare hooked his arms to the ropes blocking his run. Pierce was only now starting to rise, but his attempt was frustrated by a low dropkick to the face. One thing you have to give Manning credit for is that he never walks into a match without a plan. Sure, he suffered Brien’s initiative for some minutes, almost capitulating to the fireman’s carry throw when that saw Pierce landing head first on Storm’s knee, and in another occasion he saved himself with a foot on the rope after the snap dragon suplex. But right when Brien confidence was building and the Captain pulled him up with that smug smile printed on his face, Pierce kicked his left knee, the one that had bothered him for a long time now. He then sent Brien in the corner and charged with a knee to the face and dropped him on his face with a bulldog. Storm was down, exactly where Manning was planning to keep him with a indian deathlock. The amount of pressure on Brien’s left leg was almost unbearable, judging by the loud screams the Captain let out. And he was on the verge to tap out to put an end to the excruciating pain he was withstanding. But then he noticed the ropes not too far from his hand and, with an incredible effort, managed to grab it. Obviously Manning didn’t let him go just yet, exploiting the full five count. Favoring the knee, Brien had to think of a way to turn things around, and do it fast. Pierce wasn’t slowing down, targeting that left knee with all he had. Storm used the ropes to get back to a vertical position, leaning against the corner clutching his knee. There came Manning charging in, eating an elbow to the face from Brien who then dropped him on the middle turnbuckle with a reverse STO. That was it, the opening he needed. Of course, if the knee wasn’t in such a bad shape he could have definitely capitalized much better on it, probably connecting the Perfect Storm rather than seeing Pierce slipping away when his knee gave up on him. Manning charged in, running into a backbreaker on the good knee and a bridging German Suplex from the Captain. Understanding the moment of difficulty Pierce was going through, Jenni tried to buy him some time jumping on the apron and distracting the referee. Someone, namely Henri Black, grabbed her leg and pulled her off the apron, flooring her with the Black Sacrament. Manning was in shock, watching his partner in crime laying on the floor. He swore revenge, cursing Henri’s name but the only reaction he got from the former Revenant was a smirk when Brien picked him up once again, this time connecting the Unforecasted Storm. WINNER: Brien Storm BY: Pinfall (Unforecasted Storm), 11:06 |
Sir Figgles: "Bow down to The Captain!"
Amy Maynard: "Or not. But still, Brien looked impressive tonight, even before Black's interference."
Sir Figgles: "Don't try to diminish his win, woman."
Amy Maynard: "I wasn't! I just said... You know what? Nevermind."
Amy Maynard: "Or not. But still, Brien looked impressive tonight, even before Black's interference."
Sir Figgles: "Don't try to diminish his win, woman."
Amy Maynard: "I wasn't! I just said... You know what? Nevermind."
Dark, damp, secluded. We find ourselves in a prerecorded scene taking place in an undisclosed location where we see someone sitting on the floor. Saki, the Singapore Mauler, clutching a headless teddy bear in her arms. As the camera moved in closer we saw her makeup run down her cheeks, It looked as if she had been crying, but instead there was a smile on her face as she rocked back and forth.
Eyes slowly guide up to lock on with the camera and Saki’s smile grows to joker-ish levels, eerie and barely human. As her lips curl back to show teeth her pearly whites aren’t seen, instead they’re red...dark red. Blood spills from Saki’s lips slowly pouring over her chin and dripping onto the dirty, matted, headless teddy bear.
Saki:
I saw red, better off dead, less should be said, don’t lose your head.
Blood drips with every word, splattering on the floor as Saki giggled.
Saki:
One two...
Saki’s coming for you...
Devilskin’s “Start a Revolution” plays throughout the Osaka Jo-Hall, the heavy boos of fans raining down towards the ramp as Heath Williams, the leader of The Revolution, makes way. The rest of his team are noticeably absent tonight, probably due to the tag team match earlier. Heath struts down the ramp, a frown on his face, though bizarrely combined with an evident smirk. Mixed emotions radiate off of him, as he climbs the steel steps, and gets into the ring. He paces over to the opposite side of the ring, and collects a microphone from the ring announcer. He then takes place centre ring.
Heath Williams:
HELLOOOO OSAKKAAAAA! Everyone having a good night so far?!
The fans stay quiet for a moment, analyzing Heath’s words. Eventually, most people cheer, to declare that they are in fact, having a good night watching the Riot stars do their thing.
Heath Williams:
Well, I’m not. And it isn’t just because everywhere I go, I get all your stupid little faces running up to me, asking stupid little questions about what I did two weeks ago, and asking more stupid little questions about the pipe bomb I dropped on the Princess last week. It’s because I am currently staring in the face of adversity… the face of DISCRIMINATION. And it’s one ugly thing to look at. My kind, my people, we’re being DISCRIMINATED AGAINST! Your Riot General Manager, well let me break it to ya softly… VINCENT MORETTI IS A GOD DAMN RACIST! He is racist to we, The Revolution. The people who are taking these lands by storm, and claiming them as our turf. Riot, is our turf, Riot is our land, we OWN this place. But he hates that. He is a tyrant hellbent on eradicating my people… You see, control is a powerful thing, and he feels it slipping away from his fingertips…
Heath takes a deep breath, his left eye twitching.
Heath Williams:
That’s why he put my people in a match earlier tonight against Kelsey Spencer, and her lunatic of a cousin Krissy. That’s why he hasn’t put me in a match for the last three weeks. THREE WEEKS! He is afraid of what I can do. He is afraid of what I WILL do. He knows that I am a volcano waiting to erupt, and is down right scared of what will happen when I do. But let me tell YOU something Vinny, you’re going about it the wrong way. The longer you deprive me of what my body needs, the stronger the eruption will be once it happens. And you know what happens when a volcano erupts, right? Well, people flee. People run for the hills. Nina will run for the hills, the BreeTee Committee will run for the hills, DEVIN HEARST WILL RUN FOR THE HILLS!
Heath raises a finger, staring straight down into the camera.
Heath Williams:
And when everyone runs for the hills, Vince… you’ll be left standing all alone and desperate, in the middle of our ring of fire. The Revolution will be all that’s left. And you don’t want that, do you? To be frank, nor do I, personally I need people around to wail on, to rule over, to commit what many call “injustice” on… but that’s what will happen, Vincent. That’s what will happen if you continue to leave me unfed. People. Will. Run.
Heath takes his time staring into the camera, his head tilted, the face of promise. He slowly licks his bottom lip, his eyes calm yet unhinged. This is a man whose mind is so broken, it remains intact. A jigsaw in which all of the pieces are not supposed to fit, but are jammed down in order to fit regardless. He slowly raises the microphone back to his lips.
Heath Williams:
And that’s why I am standing right here, right now. To issue an open challenge. I require sustenance, and I am going to get it. You can’t keep a great white shark away from a school of fish. Manic, Mutt… I want you to watch this fight very carefully. Your loss earlier tonight, no excuses. I am going to show you how The Revolution does it, and you better learn fast.
Heath clears his throat.
Heath Williams:
As for the person who accepts my challenge… I want you to think carefully about what you’re going to be up against. You’re going up against a man here to teach his flock a lesson. You’re going up against a man who’s been deprived of his bread and water long enough. You are going up against a man who sees boundaries, and kicks them down. YOU ARE GOING UP AGAINST A MAN WHO IS PREPPED FOR WAR. Therefore your acceptance of my invitation, is your suicide. And if Vincent Moretti has a problem with that, then he can take his little cane and SHOVE IT UP HIS DIRTY LITTLE-
“Wild Eyes” by Parkway Drive begins to play and out comes Echo. Never one to shy out of a battle or turn down a chance to fight, the young Aussie walked to the ring with her usual swag, ready to fight.
Open Challenge Match
Heath Williams VS EchoHeath Williams didn’t look intimidated at all by the young Australian who stepped up to his open challenge. Perhaps he was hoping to get his hands on Christian Michaels, or his brother, Javen. Or anyone of the MWE superstar who stood up for Kelsey when he, or rather Pinhead, decimated her a couple of weeks ago in Tokyo. Was he overlooking the far less experienced opponent? It definitely looked like that was the case, at least in the first minutes when Echo put her unquestionable talent in display. She hit Heath, and she hit him hard. Williams was taken aback, not expecting such force in those right hands brought by the blonde girl. Punch after punch Williams was against the ropes, and Echo tried to whip him against the ropes to the opposite side of the ring. Exploiting the size advantage, the leader of The Revolution reversed the maneuver and the Australian came back after hitting the ropes with a shoulder tackle. Heat chuckled as the move only caused him to stumble back a couple of feet, rather than knock him down as Echo hoped. He mocked her, inviting her to give it another try. She turned around, ready to hit the ropes again but suddenly spun 180 degrees and kicked him in the stomach instead, doubling him over and planting him on his head with a ddt. She was quick to roll him on his back and make the cover, but Heath powered out before the two. Echo’s convincing start, the way she came out strong off the gates showing no reverential fear may have caught Heath off guard in the very first part of the match but the leader of the Revolution had all the tools to turn the match in his favor. Including some tricks up his sleeves, shortcuts the majority of fans would call cheating but he’d probably label them as “experience”. Like, for example, poking Echo’s eye to stop her series of rapid fire forearm strikes and double her over with a kick to the stomach, shoving her against against the corner. Echo ended up between the second and top rope, her right shoulder hitting the ring post. She started favoring it immediately, the unprotected collision clearly hurting that part of the body. And the painstaking work Heath put on to target that spot didn’t help her cause. Hard kicks, submission aimed at hyperextending the shoulder joint… Williams looked like he was doing all he could not only to win the match but to injure the opponent, to make a statement. At some point he even lifted her upside down in a powerslam position and paraded around the ring, soaking in the hate the japanese fans were showing before, finally, dropping Echo head first on the shoulder. Tonight, just like any Riot before this since losing her job, Yulia Kirilenko was spotted sitting in the front row, shaking her head. It’s no secret that the former Riot General Manager has trained Nina, and rumors are she’s now doing the same to the blonde Australian. Echo was now trapped in an illegal hammerlock, her arm bent around the middle rope and behind her back to put extra pressure on the shoulder. Of course, Williams could only keep this move for four seconds, but he didn’t seem too bothered by the referee’s warning. Nonetheless, the official had a few words with the leader of The Revolution, which played in Echo’s favor, buying her precious time. And when Heath came back for her arm, she was ready, kicking him in the stomach and setting his chest on fire with an endless series of knife edge chops. With the left hand, but this didn’t make them any less effective. She wrapped her arms around his waist, he blocked her German Suplex attempt with an elbow to the face that stunned Echo. Heath wrapped his arms around her head in a headlock, going for a bulldog attempt, countered by Echo who pushed him away, holding on his arm and pulling him back into a devastating lariat. The momentum changed once again, Echo almost scored the upset win when, with an incredible feat, connected her knee drop brainbuster. Heath kicked out in two. Later, he reversed another irish whip sending Echo in the corner and catching her with a yakuza kick. He lifted her and sat her on the top rope, resting her upside down on his shoulders and dropping down to a seated position with a devastating Revolution Buster (Kinniku Buster), putting the word “End” to the match. WINNER: Heath Williams BY: Pinfall (Revolution Buster), 12:48 |
Amy Maynard: "How about this impromptu match, huh?"
Sir Figgles: "How about Heath Williams ruling his opponent? He's right, you know? Riot fears him."
Amy Maynard: "Oh, please..."
Sir Figgles: "How about Heath Williams ruling his opponent? He's right, you know? Riot fears him."
Amy Maynard: "Oh, please..."
Cameras catch up to Echo steaming backstage, holding a towel over her head to wipe off the sweat. She had herself positioned on a crate, muttering under her breath as the camera crew moved in closer.
Echo:
Son of a cunt…
She slammed her hand on the crate, the cameraman moving back a few paces.
Echo:
I repay my debts, Heath. You’ll get yours, you overgrown bitch.
She tossed her towel offscreen, only to have it fly right back in her face. With a growl she pushed herself off the crate, throwing the towel to the floor…
Only to come face to face with former Riot general manager, Yulia Kirilenko. The Russian smiled at who had become a friend, but Echo was not as amused. She stood huffing, almost ready to start another fight.
Yulia Kirilenko:
One of these days, you might actually listen to me and focus on bigger and better things, instead of signing up for any match that comes your way. You could be gearing up for Dean Smith, make a run at it, but instead…
Echo:
Let me stop you there.
The fiery Aussie put a hand on Yulia’s shoulder, her wild emotions still running at a high.
Echo:
Who am I, Yulia?
Yulia Kirilenko:
Ju…
Echo held a finger up, shaking her head.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Echo.
She rolled her eyes as Echo nodded along.
Echo:
And what is it that I do?
Again, Yulia rolled her eyes.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Lose to Heath Williams, apparently.
This prompted a laugh from Echo, who dropped her hand from Yulia’s shoulder.
Echo:
I fight. I don’t care if it’s Melissa Reeves, I don’t care if it’s Liv Mercer or Devin Hearst, hell I don’t care if it’s Swayze Dial. If there is a match, I am going to take it. And rest assured, if it comes to it, Dean will get his too.
Yulia Kirilenko:
It’s never going to ‘come to it’ if you’re losing hardcore tournaments, or taking on open challenges. You can do better, I know you can.
Echo:
I do better by wrestling, not sitting back here watching someone else in my spot. If you don’t like it, maybe you shouldn’t have gone and gotten yourself fired because at this point you don’t have any further say in MY career.
Echo pushed passed Yulia, with another huff, walking her way down the hallway leaving the Russian behind. That's when the guy with his back to the camera turns around and the MWE gold shines first. The Invictus Champion stands leaning slightly forward to see Echo walking down the hall and then peer towards Yulia heading off in the other direction.
Dean Smith:
Hmmm...
The former Riot General Manager seems surprised to see Dean here, but her expression quickly shifts into a smile.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Dean! I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight. If I remember correctly, you don’t particularly like long flights…
Dean Smith:
They're not my favourite thing in the world, true.
He momentarily closes his eyes thinking about them.
Dean Smith:
But you never know what surprises will happen on Riot.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Yeah, you’re right…
She stares at her former employee, one of the “Riot Originals”, personally scouted from Yulia herself when she started the orange brand.
Yulia Kirilenko:
You’ve heard everything, right?
Dean Smith:
Everything I needed to hear.
He crosses his arms and closes his mouth while looking down at her. Yulia holds his stare, giving him a slight nod.
Yulia Kirilenko:
And what do you think?
He looks down at his belt and then back at Yulia inquisitively.
Dean Smith:
You want her to make a run at this title. That's fine by me. Although…
He then looks in the direction Echo had left.
Dean Smith:
It doesn't seem you and her on the same page. I've held this title for a long time, defeated Gregory's, miracles, surprise opponents and what have you. They all had some focus in trying to part me from this title.
He turns back to Yulia and steps to shorten the distance between them.
Dean Smith:
Echo seems to have her eyes on too many things…
The Russian nods in agreement.
Yulia Kirilenko:
That’s her biggest flaw.. She’s a pure talent, so naturally gifted.. And she learns so quickly.
There’s sincere admiration in her words.
Yulia Kirilenko:
I think.. I know she can be the next big thing. If only she’d stop jumping head first in every battle she can find…
Yulia points her finger to the Invictus Championship.
Yulia Kirilenko:
She could be the one.
And Dean pushes her hand down while shaking his head
Dean Smith:
But she won't be.
Before walking his way backwards and parts with
Dean Smith:
Don't be a stranger now, Yulia.
And twists on his back foot to fluidly transition into his usual confident stride.
Earlier today Bree Smith is watching the game on her phone while Teagan Gallagher is in mid-conversation with the ring gear designer who’s presented Teagan with orange ring gear which has her up in arms. Teagan grabs on to the ring gear as she waves it back in the face of the ring gear designer like she can’t believe what she’s been presented with.
Teagan Gallagher:
I can’t wear orange tonight! It won’t send the right message!
Ring Gear Designer:
I thought you asked for orange for tonight…
He holds out Bree’s one for Teagan to look over as well. Teagan looks over at Bree with her eyes open wide like she’s in shock this even needs to be a debate.
Teagan Gallagher:
I’m pretty sure we said that we wanted to wear red, to show that we mean business! Red and gold to be exact.
The ring designer pulls out his phone and after a few seconds of scrolling, finds his conversation with Teagan where autocorrect had played foul here.
Ring Gear Designer:
It says orange here, see?
As he hands over his phone to Teagan to inspect, she groans as she notices she was betrayed by her own text message, putting a hand to her forehead.
Teagan Gallagher:
Oh no! It DOES say orange!
Bree then comes into conversation by grabbing her partner by the upper arms.
Bree Smith:
It’s ok, Teegs. It doesn’t really matter what colour we’re wearing tonight. Because tonight is all about revenge against the Golden Era, right Girly?
Teagan takes in a deep breath to steady her nerves before she nods her head.
Teagan Gallagher:
You’re right, we can’t let them get away with calling us cheaters!
Bree Smith:
You should roll them up tonight to really get their blood boiling.
Bree then does her last quick glance at her phone to see the score before closing it.
Bree Smith:
Either way we’re walking out tonight the contenders. Orange winners.
Bree now picks up her gear and shrugs, she thinks she’ll be able to make it work. Teagan narrows her eyes slightly before she looks at her own ring gear, debating her options.
Teagan Gallagher:
It’s funny how they were so mad about a roll up win, but they went on to do the same thing in a match themselves, but it was okay for them to do it.
Bree Smith:
Looks like we’re about to Whoopah some hypocrites then, Teegs.
Bree says with a small whip motion and leaves her fist out. Teagan’s more positive mindset is slowly returning as she bumps her fist up against Bree’s with a big smile.
Teagan Gallagher:
The sweet sound of the bell ringing and us being declared the number one contenders for the tag team titles will be the best revenge of them all!
Bree Smith:
And then FINALLY
Bree’s got a full gruff in her tone as she grasps the air with her other hand and squeezes her fist tightly.
Bree Smith:
We’ll win the tag team titles and prove we’re the best tag team in this company.
Teagan Gallagher:
It’s 2020 and that’s the year of BREETEE!
Teagan cups both of her hands around her mouth as she screams out their tag team name with as much enthusiasm as possible to really get the message across. Bree’s brother Dean steps in, rubbing his ear with his finger as if he now had a ring in it.
Dean Smith:
How loud do you have to be, Teegs. Sheesh.
Throwing back to her tweet earlier this week. While Bree looks down towards his Invictus Title and pictures having the MWE Tag Team Championship on her own shoulder. Teagan rolls her eyes before she reaches out to punch Dean on the arm.
Teagan Gallagher:
Loud enough to get people’s attention, Deany.
Dean Smith:
No, never Deany.
He says with the arm she just punched and raises a finger while explaining this to her. Teagan takes this as a challenge as she smiles.
Teagan Gallagher:
Deany is so fitting though.
Bree Smith:
How?
Bree asks but Dean has no interest in hearing that.
Dean Smith:
Wrong, Kelp. Wrong. This is why you’re #2. Bree then can be visibly singing the Wrong song from Scrubs in her head. Maybe she had been watching too much of it.
Teagan Gallagher:
If you’re going to call me Kelp, I’m going to call you Deany.
Teagan finishes this statement by giving Dean two finger guns with a wink of her eye.
Dean Smith:
Well good luck, BREE on your match tonight.
Bree Smith:
Thanks, Bro!
Dean says to his sister and then shakes his head at Teegs to tell her no about calling him Deany on his way towards his locker room. Teagan doesn’t appear to be phased by Dean in the slightest as she puts one arm around Bree before calling out to him as he walks away.
Teagan Gallagher:
It’s cool, you don’t have to wish me luck, I can feel it Deany!
Teagan laughs as both her and Bree fall into step together in the opposite direction, their hushed voices falling into some final strategy for their match tonight.
Tag Team Match
MWE Tag Team Championship #1 Contenders match
MWE Tag Team Championship #1 Contenders match
BreeTee Committee VS Golden Era
A shot at the MWE Tag Team Titles on the line in this match between BreeTee and Golden Era. Not the first time the two teams shared the ring as they were both part of the fatal 4 way Tag Team Tournament final back at Way Of The Dragon, a match won, in that case, by the BreeTee Committee. Rest assured, CM and Javen would be paying close attention to this match that started with Bree and Neil locking up in the middle of the ring. Smith may as well be one of the strongest women in MWE, her past as powerlifter giving her an edge against the other girls. But she was no match for Newman, who pushed her back in the corner. The referee asked him to let her go and Neil immediately granted the free break, raising his hands and taking a step back. Only to try catch Bree off guard with a knife edge chop. Smith never bought for a second the show of sportsmanship from her opponent, totally expecting it to be nothing but a way to get her to lower her guard. And when he swung his hand for that chop, she easily ducked it. The roles just switched with Newman against the corner and Bree kicking him in the stomach, showing a more aggressive side of her persona. Clearly she didn’t forget how Golden Era costed them their title match at the last ppv, and tonight was her chance at retribution. She rolled Neil back in the middle of the ring with a snapmare and kicked him hard between the shoulders, making the tag to Teagan who quickly climbed to the top rope. Bree then lifted Neil for a few of her backbreaker reps, the third and last one saw her holding the opponent horizontally on her knee while Teegs jumped off the corner with a legdrop across his neck. Kyle rushed inside the ring as soon as the cover was made, breaking it up. Kyle Butler entered the ring with a blind tag, knocking the unaware Teegs down with a clothesline to the back while she was waiting for Neil to rebound back from the ropes. Golden Era didn’t let this time they were allowed together in the ring go to waste as Neil lifted the irish girl over his shoulders in an argentine rack position while Kyle caught her with a neckbreaker. He hooked the leg for the cover but Gallagher kicked out in two. Wisely Butler kept the pace slow, preventing Teagan to use her speed. He had her now in a cravate, connecting with a series of rapid fire knee lifts to the head. At the end of his sequence, Teagan was barely standing, wobbling in the middle of the ring. Kyle scooped her up and held her on his shoulder, going for a running powerslam. The blonde irish slipped away, pushing Butler as she stumbled back into her corner. Bree entered the ring and beheaded Kyle with a clothesline. She took a shot at Neil as well, kicking him off the apron with a big boot, quickly turning around to catch the charging Butler with a spinebuster. The fans were on their feet, chanting Bree’s name as she kept dishing out her punishment. sending now Kyle against the ropes and catching him with the scoop powerslam for another near fall. The final part of the match was a festival of near falls. Bree almost caught Butler off guard with a small package, Teagan had to save her partner after Kyle’s Rooooooooooooooll TIDE! and a couple of minutes later, after Both Bree and Kyle made the tags, she almost knocked him out with a stiff single leg running knee that caught the Newman right on the temple. Somehow he kicked out and kept on fighting, blocking a right hand from Teegs and rocking her with a headbutt, returning the courtesy with a running high knee strike. Both competitors were stunned, trading lazy shots in the middle of the ring. Making a tag sounded like a good idea for both of them, too bad that Bree and Kyle were possibly in even a worse shape after leaving everything they had in this ring. Out of nowhere, Teagan connected a codebreaker, knocking Newman flat on his back. Slowly, she left the ring and climbed to the top rope, a bit shaky on her leg trying to find the balance to jump and connect her Tee For Two (630 splash). This gave Neil enough time to recover and reach her on top, falling backwards with a northern lights suplex. He didn’t seem to get the bridge up, but Gallagher’s shoulders were down and the referee made the count. After his hand slammed on the mat for a third time and the bell rang, he quickly called Rumchata Ayano, who then announced that, since both competitors had their shoulders on the mat, this match ended with a double pin. WINNER: // BY: Double Pin, 17:14 |
Amy Maynard: "What in the world?"
Sir Figgles: "Looks like we don't have a winner... Or maybe we have two..."
Amy Maynard: "So... Who is the next contender for the MWE Tag Team Championships?"
Sir Figgles: "Looks like we don't have a winner... Or maybe we have two..."
Amy Maynard: "So... Who is the next contender for the MWE Tag Team Championships?"
The camera cuts backstage to a pair of bloodshot eyes. Sat upon a leather sofa among draped scarves and tapestries hung about a private dressing room far too eccentric for a human mind to handle is an extremely hungover RIOT Champion. Worn out from a week-long bender in Spain and jetlagged beyond belief, Devin sits disheveled and dressed in only black pants and a matching fur “pimp coat”, as he wouldn’t stop calling it to staff since he had arrived. His weathered eyes lull somewhat toward the camera’s direction, but still gleaming as the RIOT Championship that lays across his waist.
Devin groans, mustering up whatever energy he could, before he croaks out a sentence.
Devin Hearst:
I want to say that this pounding headache I’ve so greatly earned is just form the absurd amount of alcohol and just … massive amounts of sexual deviance that was my vacation, but that’d be a lie. Now, I pride myself in being a real dude, so let me be straight-up with y’all: I fucking hate this. I hate this whole deal with you, Brien Storm, because I hate predictability. Makes me all itchy and shit, you know? I just hate it, and my god, bruh, you are a fucking font of predictability. Maybe it’s because I wrote the playbook you’re stealing from? Maybe it’s because everything about you is just a cover song, but I’m thinking it’s because you think this whole deal will actually work. That makes me sad, brother, it really does. Stabs my heart.
Fumbling into the pocket of his pants and fishing out a light and a pack of cigarettes, Hearst lights one up and takes a drag before tossing the pack and lighter off-screen like trash.
Devin Hearst:
Like, I bet you’re a decent wrestler, but I called everything you were gonna say from the jump. “Oh, I’m the best”, “I have titles”, “look at my haircut my mother definitely didn’t give me”, all the hits or whatever. Fact of the matter is, you kept it cool and cocky. Tossed a couple shots my way to fire me up, maybe throw me off my game. Here’s a free tip, boss: fear and anger aren’t weaknesses. They’re survival instincts, but if you take it a step further, they become fuel, and I am a fucking oil rig of unfiltered rage with an absurd lack of morals. So you want to call my bluff? I ain’t mad at that, but like I told Eliza and Meg before you, I can’t let that pass. Now, I gotta fuck you up. It’s gonna be more of a chore than fun, but I think I might crack a smile or two from punching you in your dumb face. Sounds worth it to me.
He shakes his head the way that a parent shakes their head at a small child. Picking up his title, Hearst leans forward.
Devin Hearst:
Y’all think that this is what the game is all about. It’s all about the world championship; the top prize! Whoever has the belt has the world, but Brien, I owned the world before I got here. What I have in my hand ain’t nothing but a hunk of gold and leather and I could’ve bought a room full of these things if that’s all I wanted, but the title doesn’t make me. I make this god damn title, but more importantly, I make this brand! I don’t mean that like Eliza said. I don’t care about any of you. Hell, I don’t care about RIOT! What you’re going to realize, just like this bitch Braddock or whatever her name is will tonight, is you’re all in my own personal playground. I’ve rebuilt this place in my own image, and the only thing that keeps me from dissecting you for a chuckle is my level of boredom, and Brien, I got one last shred of information for ya. It’s the best secret I can tell you … I’m always bored.
The lights in the arena dim momentarily before the tron lights up and Ravenhead by Orden Ogan begins to play throughout the arena and Henri Black, dressed in a black suit and tie, steps through the curtain, microphone in hand, and makes his way to ringside with a serious expression on his face.
Henri Black:
So, I’m sure you all saw what happened last week and my method of ensuring it never happens again. No doubt you’re all thinking that I’ve gone mad to make such a powerful threat when the poor man was just doing what he thought he had to do for his family…
Henri shakes his head for a moment, the hard edge returning to his voice.
Henri Black:
I will correct you on a few points there, first of all… threat is the wrong word, but English is a limited language in some ways and so there’s really no word to articulate what I actually mean. A threat with a measure of inevitability to it, A promise? No that’s too feeble. People break promises all the damn time. A curse? A malediction? Too magical. An oath maybe? No, no the connotations are wrong on that one.
Henri smiles a cold, dark smile.
Henri Black:
I guess it all boils down to this, if I say I am going to do something I make damn sure it happens. The second point is that nobody put a gun to Charles’ head and forced him to take Jenni Andersons money, as such I hold him fully accountable for his actions, and while I may not blame him, he is accountable.
Henri begins to stalk back and forth in the ring, his face remaining devoid of any of his usual humour.
Henri Black:
The third point is this… well you’re all assuming I was ever sane to begin with. I mean have you seen some of the things I do in this ring? I make no excuses for myself, I’m not a good person. But I’m the guy who does the things nobody else back there is willing to do, I come out here every week and I speak my mind, I mock and belittle the self righteous sacks of shit who think that they’re better than everybody else. People like Pierce and Jenni…
Henri lets out a cold laugh.
Henri Black:
And speaking of Jenni and her gimp, I know I said I would take you both on at once but you seem to have misunderstood the statement, you see I meant both of you at once, in a sanctioned match. My offer most assuredly did not cover surprise attacks from behind.
Henri comes to a stop against the ropes, looking up the ramp.
Henri Black:
Now I’m a prideful man, there’s no denying it but I am not a fool. If last week is going to be the dynamic going forward with the little altercation, well, I might just have to call in some backup of my own… so Glory, I know your listening back there and I have an offer for you, until our mutual enemy is dealt with, I’ve got your back if you’ve got mine.
Singles Match
Glory Braddock VS Devin HearstAmy Maynard: “And it’s time for our main event. Glory Braddock takes on the Riot Champion Devin Hearst!” Sir Figgles: “You may not like what Devin say, you may not like what he does, but you can’t deny that he’s elevating the title to new heights.” Glory Braddock didn’t seem to feel the pressure of facing the Riot champion, showing her usual confidence and living up her moniker of Best In The World with a great showing in the early moments, exploiting the two well known weaknesses of the former Dog Of War. Quick attacks and his ribs. Swift and pinpoint strikes created some difficulties to the champ, who thought it was a good idea to roll out of the ring. Amy Maynard: “Looks like the champion is taking a break already… Wait, here comes Braddock…” Hitting the ropes, Glory went for a suicide dive, realizing one moment too late that she had been sucked in. Hearst caught her with an uppercut that left the British Bombshell dangling on the middle rope. Hearst locked her in a front facelock and lifted her in a suplex position, dropping her with a suplex to the floor. Sir Figgles: “Brilliant move from the champ!” Amy Maynard: “That certainly took a lot out of Glory. Could this be it already?” Hearst quickly rolled her inside the ring and made the cover, but Braddock kicked out in two. Devins stomped her back as she was getting up, planting his knee on her spine and applied a chinlock. Amy Maynard: “Looks like the champ walked into this match with a precise plan.” Devin kept a slow pace, taking his sweet time to target Glory’s back. Holding her by the back of her head, he dragged her to the near corner and slammed her face on the top turnbuckle, holding then onto the ropes to ram his shoulder on her spine multiple times, before connecting a half and half suplex. Sir Figgles: “And it’s a sound strategy, work the opponent’s back, take off her mobility and speed advantage.” Glory Braddock can took a lot of punishment, everybody knew that. And Devin learned it first hand, cursing when she kicked out from The Comedown. She even found the energy to try a comeback, surprising the champion with a Gloria In Excelsis Deo out of nowhere. She was now taunting the champion, spurring him to get back on his feet and kicked him twice on his left side with swift kicks, switchin legs and doing the same to the right side of his ribcage. She followed with a jumping knee strike, stunning Devin and finishing the sequence with a superkick right to the jaw. The champ was down, but Glory didn’t go for the cover just yet, climbing to the top rope and hitting him with the London Plunge (swan dive headbutt). Now she hooked the leg, but the champion stayed alive. Just like the first part of the match, Glory tried to impose a quicker rhythm to the contest, hitting the ropes and sliding under Devin’s big boot, taking him down to his knees with a swift kick to the back of the knees and following with a hard knee to the back of the head. A running senton put her in position to try another cover. Sir Figgles: “Two! It’s going to take a lot more to keep Hearst down.” Kick after kick, knee strike after knee strike she slowly worn down the Riot Champion who was once again laying flat on his back. Braddock went once again to the top rope, this time jumping and spinning in mid air with the shooting star press she called Blaze Of Glory. Amy Maynard: “Nobody home!” And she did go down in a blaze of glory, landing on the hard canvas with Devin already up on his feet and ready to capitalize on her mistake, grabbing her leg and drape it around his shoulders. Amy Maynard: “The Badlands! We could see a tap out right here!” Sir Figgles: “And he has her right in the middle of the ring, Glory has nowhere to go.” The time started flowing much slower for Glory, desperately fighting through the pain and trying to reach the ropes. The amount of pressure put on the knee and lower back was an awful lot, and Hearst kept bending that leg, screaming her to tap out. Unfortunately for him, Braddock didn’t know the meaning of that word, only two people made her tap in her twelve years inside the squared circle. Somehow and not without effort, she managed to escape. Although in a world of pain, she pulled herself up, receiving a kick to the stomach and getting lifted and tossed by Devin with his Desperado. Amy Maynard: “How did she kick out again?” The British Bombshell just wasn’t staying down. Hearst pulled her up and hit her with an european uppercut, she answered with a forearm to the jaw. Another strike from Hearst and another shot back from Gloria. He then sent her against the ropes, extending his arm to take her out with a clothesline but she ducked it and hit him with a sling blade. Like a fury, Braddock unleashed a flurry of kicks and strikes against the champion, planting him on the top of his head with a tornado ddt. Climbing once again to the top rope, she went for another Blaze Of Glory, this time connecting! Sir Figgles: “Beautiful shooting star press, but is it enough?” No, it wasn’t. At the last second Hearst kicked out. Glory was waiting for him to get up, calling for her Glorification. Amy Maynard: “Oh no… Not them…” On the notes of “Bad Romance” by Halestorm The Queenpin Jenni Anderson walked out of the curtains, accompanied as always by Pierce Manning. Glory glanced at Devin who only now was starting to stir up, then turned back to the duo, already halfway on the ramp. She invited them to come get some, but they never did. Henri Black came out running down the ramp, blasting Manning with a clothesline from behind. Jenni turned around, barely dodging what would have been the second Black Mass of her night. She fell on the ramp though, and now Henri was looming over her. He looked up at Glory for a moment, a nod between them sealing their alliance. Then he yelled her to watch out, in the exact same moment she did the same to him. Manning hit Black with a low blow from behind and dropped him down with a wicked reverse ddt on the ramp. Inside the ring instead, Hearst took advantage of the distracted Braddock and nailed her with the Evenflow ddt, picking up the win after a hard fought battle. WINNER: Devin Hearst BY: Pinfall (Evenflow DDT), 18:44 |
Amy Maynard:
Another big win for Devin Hearst tonight.
Sir Figgles:
Did you have any doubt?
Amy Maynard:
I thought this was one closer than Devin will ever like to admit. Glory put up one hell of a fight and I wonder what would have happened if Pierce and Jenni didn't come out...
"Brianstorm" by Arctic Monkeys blares out of the loudspeakers. Even though his eyes are shielded by his trademark sunglasses there's no doubt what and who he has his eyes set on. Devin Hearst and the Riot Championship he's holding high in the air. And on this image, the show ends.
Another big win for Devin Hearst tonight.
Sir Figgles:
Did you have any doubt?
Amy Maynard:
I thought this was one closer than Devin will ever like to admit. Glory put up one hell of a fight and I wonder what would have happened if Pierce and Jenni didn't come out...
"Brianstorm" by Arctic Monkeys blares out of the loudspeakers. Even though his eyes are shielded by his trademark sunglasses there's no doubt what and who he has his eyes set on. Devin Hearst and the Riot Championship he's holding high in the air. And on this image, the show ends.