Post by gvb on Feb 2, 2020 21:51:50 GMT -6
Riot in Saitama
Live from Super Saitama Arena in Saitama
Saturday, February 1st 2020
The Super Saitama Arena hosts the biggest Riot ever in this historic night, as Amy proudly say after Three Days' Grace "Riot" blares out of the loudspeakers. Next to her Sir Figgles immediately jumps to the main event. MWE Championship on the line, Melissa Reeves against a surprise opponent. How would this affect the champion? Amy points out how this could be a pitfall, even for an experienced wrestler such as Melissa Reeves. But not only that, tonight's card has a lot of interesting match ups, like the members of the MWE tag team championship match at the ppv facing off in a triple threat match and in a singles match between Teagan and Kyle Butler. As for Christian Michaels? He'll join Kristina Spencer in a tag match against the Steeles. That, and much more, in tonight's Riot In Saitama.
We open inside of a stretch limo. Melody Lennox, who was introduced to the world via vignette at Red Line, sits in the dim, purple lighting. The interior of the limo is gorgeous: perfect upholstery, comfortable plush carpet flooring, and personalized to her taste: pillows with glittery accents, spikes and studs. Melody is in a designer dress that likely costs much more than most people will see in a lifetime: black in color, trim and tailored perfectly to her petite, round body. Her blonde and pink hair is styled in a flirty, curly ponytail and there are studs weaved in, pressed to her scalp. Her makeup, though minimal, has a sheen and shimmer of glitter. She sips daintily on a glass of champagne, the bottle of which is in an bucket full of ice inside of a hollowed-center table in the car's spacious backseat.
MELODY LENNOX:
I usually don't drink... I think it's for losers who are trying to numb their pain and forget their problems. But... in this case, I can make an exception.
The camera lingers on the label of the bottle of champagne. "Shipwrecked" is the company. For those who aren't in the know, the bottles total $14,181.81 per bottle. Melody's pinky is even extended outward from the stem of the glass. Licking her lips of the taste that lingers, she continues. Her tact as she sits up properly is trained, and personifies her as sophisticated and graceful.
MELODY LENNOX:
Because for the better part of one year... I've been a 'Nearly-Free Agent.' Wrapped up in contract disputes, trying to free myself from a company that saw me as 'old reliable.' Why bother putting me in the matches I deserve to be in when you're going to get a stellar performance out of me EVERY time? Why give me opposition worthy of being in the ring with me when I can elevate ANYONE I'm around to a six-seven-or eight star classic? You can only go without proper appreciation and respect for so long before your eyes start to wander elsewhere...
A blue-eyed wink followed.
MELODY LENNOX:
And now, finally, the legal battles are over and the 'nearly' is gone. Melody Lennox is a FREE. AGENT. But, not for too long. Because one company's trash... as horrific of a decision for them as that may be... is another company's treasure. And now I'm no longer confined to JUST competing in that garbage city known as Baltimore, and I'm no longer meeting resistance for my audacity of wanting to elevate a company to be worthy of hosting me. Now? I'm free to see the world. I'm free to be part of a globally-recognized brand, and bring the experience that is Melody Lennox across the planet!
She grinned to the camera, crossing one short leg over the other, mindful of the rise in her short dress.
MELODY LENNOX:
Lucky you!
Smiling, she took another small sip of her drink.
MELODY LENNOX:
Because now that I've signed with MWE, the possibilities for this collaboration are ENDLESS. I am no longer carrying a company that doesn't value me on my back, but rather joining one that's already in the stratosphere and is able to meet me on my level. I am a standard bearer of greatness, and I expect the same to be waiting for me. Unfortunately, with someone like Melissa Reeves as champion, as the person who now holds the distinction of longest reigning champion? I'm afraid I might not be getting that. Especially not if so many others have fallen victim Facial Deconstructor since last Summer. It pains me that someone so horrifically average in EVERY category across the board reigns supreme. I don't blame MWE for reaching out and signing the best when their current crop cannot handle someone... like... that.
The revulsion and judgement which take over her face are met with her pushing the glass into one of the cup holders build into the table. Even queasy, Melody is a vision. As the car stops and a driver's door closes, he rounds the stretch limo to open the door. Melody steps out of the car, one high heel after the other, politely nodding as she takes hold of her clutch bag in hand. The New York nightlife is one that, as a married woman, she has missed out on. But, with little obligations, she chooses to indulge. Fans in the line to enter immediately clamor and begin to snap photos of The Villainess. It's also nothing new, her attention remaining on the camera that was in the car with her.
MELODY LENNOX:
So I'm giving Riot, Millennium, and everyone who dreams of becoming more than the sad excuse for what they are a simple choice. End the problem... before I do. Give me talent. Give me the best. As someone who's wrestled some variant of the same ten people the last two years despite being in a league all my own, I deserve a change, and I DESERVE the best for when I inevitably come to take that MWE Championship and add it to an already very heavily loaded mantle. But be warned... I'm not a patient woman. I'll be there to take what belongs to me, regardless of who holds it, when the time is convenient for me to do so... Now I know you're thinking to yourselves... Melody! Where do you get your AUDACITY?! You just GOT here, and you're trying to insert yourself into the title picture?!
A bitchy smirk overtakes her face as Melody walks past the line and towards the bouncer. The starstruck fans are now upset as he lets her past, and into the doorway of the club. The complaining and whining only makes her smile further, as she speaks over the music that's blasting so loudly that it's hard to actually tell what song it is, rather than just a rhythmic beat.
MELODY LENNOX:
The answer's really very simple... I'm Melody Lennox. I'm a VIP. And I don't wait in line.
She enters the club, shutting the door in the camera operator's face.
Singles Match
Kyle Butler VS Teagan GallagherOne week before the triple threat match for the MWE tag titles, Teagan Gallagher and Kyle Butler had the chance to settle their differences in singles competition. The Alabama born looked extremely confident before the match started, locking up with Teagan in the centre of the ring and shoving her to the mat with ease, almost in a mocking way. Teagan picked herself up and went back to the attack, a forearm to the jaw of Butler. Kyle lifted her and pushed her in the corner, starting to drive his knee in her midsection until the referee broke them up. Hitting the ropes to gain more momentum behind his attack, Kyle squashed Gallagher with a corner clothesline, launching her in the middle of the ring with a hip toss. He hit the ropes and went for a jumping knee, but he found nothing but the waiting canvas on his way down. Teegs wasted no time and got up to her feet and kick Butler on the chest. A second kick landed, and then a third one followed by a shining wizard that floored the member of the Golden Era. Kyle kicked out in two. Just five minutes into the contest and the fans already witnessed a the always beautiful Tee For Two, the 630 corkscrew senton performed by the member of the Committee performed after knocking Butler down with a superkick to the back of the head. The spectacular move earned her the applause of the fans, but it wasn’t enough to win the match. Surely, though, it rocked Kyle, forcing him to take a break on the outside. The Irish launched herself through the ropes with a reckless suicide dive, something Kyle was expecting and countered by taking a step back and shoot her down with a superkick. This was the turning point of the match, and Butler knew it. He picked up the dazed opponent and rolled her back in the ring, climbing up to the top rope and jumping with a double axe handle to the back when she pulled herself up. Showing off a great technique, he stringed together a series of suplexes, including a bridging fisherman for a near fall. His dominance was only momentarily interrupted by a small package from Teagan, but this time the quick pinfall attempt that in more than a situation turned out to be the Golden Era’s Achilles heel found Kyle ready to kick out in two. Butler didn’t take lightly the attempt to beat him in such a sneaky and, according to them, unworthy way and charged at Gallagher with a high knee. The impact sent the BreeTee Committee member in the corner, where she was promptly reached by Kyle’s running european uppercut. He wrapped his arms around her head in a headlock, a big smile on his face as he lead her toward the middle of the ring. If anyone had any doubt on what was coming next, Kyle cleared them when he yelled “ROOOOOOOOOOLL TIDE!” before planting Teagan on her head with his headlock driver, obtaining the win in this opening match. WINNER: Kyle Butler BY: Pinfall (Rooooooooooll Tide), 7:07 |
Amy Maynard: "Kyle Butler picks up a big win in singles action tonight"
Sir Figgles: "That should serve that CHEATER well!"
Amy Maynard: "Cheater? Teegs? What are you talking about?"
Sir Figgles: "Come on, Amy... you saw that small package attempt!"
Sir Figgles: "That should serve that CHEATER well!"
Amy Maynard: "Cheater? Teegs? What are you talking about?"
Sir Figgles: "Come on, Amy... you saw that small package attempt!"
Pacing backstage was none other than the truly stunning Leia LeBeau, dressed in her traditional Showgirl outfit, but this time with a Japanese flag added to the detail of the skimpy dress. She was walking around in circles, her mobile to her ear and there seemed to be a spring in her step.
Leia LeBeau:
No… No, they haven’t set up an interview for me AGAIN!
Despite her clear frustration of not being booked an interview, the person on the other line seemed to be both advising her and calming her down.
Leia LeBeau:
Look, I agree. I may need to go higher up on this. All I get whenever I ask is a dismissive glance or “ooooh. It’s a test.” That’s what everyone seems to be getting lately. I’m on a three match winning streak, and all the headlines on Riot have been about me. I’m becoming the focus of the entire show, I’m on a meteoric rise in the industry, one of the most liked on social media and… Yes, yes, I agree I deserve better. I’m changing the way the fans look at the brand, I’m drawing people in and--
She blushed deeply, pausing as she leaned against the wall, an infectious smile spreading across her beautiful features, and for once The Show seemed blissful and happy.
Leia LeBeau:
-- well you would say that, wouldn’t you? You get away with it ‘cause you’re cute.
She remarked to the other line with a sultry purr, and in such a manner than the camera shook a little, possibly because of the camera man liking it a little too much, especially when she sat down, crossing those never ending legs of hers.
Leia LeBeau:
I agree, oh I agree, sugar… You know, I sometimes think you play the dumb card to get what you want. It’s clever… HEY… I can call you that. Long as you call me…
She bit her lower lip, covering her mouth with her free hand as if she was whispering something into the phone.
Leia LeBeau:
You know, sugar… I’ll see you after the match, we’ll have tons to celebrate… IF they don’t purposely go out to ruin everything, I wouldn’t be surprised if they try. Speak later, Donnie honey, kiss kiss.
She put down the phone, slipping it into the purse she carried around, and a look of joy was spread across her features as she gave a little sigh. She readjusted her top hat, before turning away down the hall.
Leia LeBeau:
And I swear, if she has either of her snakes in the corner tonight...
Tag Team Match
Liv Mercer & Cheesecake VS Leia LeBeau & Nina
To say that Nina and Leia weren’t on the same page would be the understatement of the year. The Chicago born especially looked at her partner with the same glare she looked at Cheesecake with. It took them a long time to agree on who should start the match, both of them too proud to put their differences aside and work together as a team, which caused Cheesecake to burst out laughing out on the apron. Eventually the Snakebite, although not too convinced, left the stage to the Showgirl, and the match could finally start. Liv Mercer was determined to leave last week’s loss behind, attacking Leia with sudden kick to the stomach and pushing her against the ropes, taking out the Showgirl’s leg with a low dropkick. She made a quick tag to Cheesecake, who jumped on Leia’s with a diving double foot stomp to the back. The quick tags between the Junior Heavyweight Champion and the Arizona born never gave LeBeau the chance to use those dangerous legs of hers. And Nina’s attitude, far from supportive, certainly wasn’t helping the Jet City Woman in this moment of difficulty. She was ready though to make the save after Mercer hit her straight jacket neckbreaker slam. Eventually Leia managed to land a roundhouse kick, all she needed to create the opening to make the tag. The Chicago born entered the ring and quickly went to work on Liv’s right knee, the same she caught with that nasty knee bar last week. Liv clearly feared it, desperately kicking Nina away and quickly recoiling to her corner and making the tag to Cheesecake. Nina almost let her go, her eyes set on the loudmouth, the history between them well known. The Chicago born stood in the middle of the ring, taunting her opponent and inviting her to attack, taking her down with a drop toe hold as she did. Her plan was clear, keeping the high flier grounded working the leg with various submissions. And during one of this, a figure four leg lock, Nina started dragging herself toward her corner, surprisingly extending her hand toward her partner. Leia looked surprised but eventually took the tag, entering the ring and hitting the ropes and connecting a low dropkick to the face of Cheesecake. After knocking down Cheesecake with a superkick, Leia performed a standing somersault landing with her leg across the throat. The Showgirl made the cover, but Cheesecake easily kicked out in two. Coming back from an irish whip, the second generation wrestler connected a tilt a whirl headscissor. Before Leia could get up, Cheesecake was already on her with a low dropkick, and wisely went for the tag. Liv used all her experience to control the match, coming close to the three after a roundhouse kick. Despite having been in the ring for a long time and having taken a lot of punishment, Leia still had the strength to create herself an opening, stunning the Junior Heavyweight Champion and knocking her down with a crane kick. She made the cover, Cheesecake ran in to break and so did Nina in an attempt to stop the opponent before she could make the save, but the girl from Scottsdale was quicker and broke up the pin. This didn’t stop Nina from assaulting her with some knee strikes while Cheesecake was standing up. The two women started fighting, this time, all the hatred between them finally being unleashed in an all out brawl, ended by the Chicago born with her Viper Sting, a ko sambo casting punch made famous by the MMA fighter Emelianenko, another move she definitely learned from the former Riot general manager. Big Barv pulled out his friend and protege from the ring, taking her away from the fury of the Snakebite. Or at least he thought so, as Nina launched herself over the top rope taking out both him and Cheesecake. Doing so, she left her partner alone in a moment of need. Leia had in fact just reached the corner, finding nobody there. As she turned around, obviously disappointed, she got caught by the champion with the Stay Grounded, the inverted foot stomp. Three seconds later the match was over. WINNER: Liv Mercer & Cheesecake BY: Pinfall (Stay Grounded), 12:26 |
Amy Maynard: "We saw a great match, with a lot of bad blood between all four... And in the end that's what costed Nina and Leia the match."
Sir Figgles: "Nina's hot temper didn't help in this situation. She forgot about her partner, abandoning her to her fate."
Sir Figgles: "Nina's hot temper didn't help in this situation. She forgot about her partner, abandoning her to her fate."
The scene opens up backstage in the designated interview area. Nothing flashy about the surroundings, just Kyle and Neil standing in place facing the camera. Neil has his hands behind his back coming across stoic. Kyle, for obvious reasons, is all fired up.
Kyle Butler:
“HEY TEGAN--
Kyle beats his chest.
Kyle Butler:
YOU LIKE THAT!”
Kyle Butler “woooooos” as loud as he can. Neil simply smirks.
Neil Newman:
“What Kyle went out there and pulled off was no surprise to me. Shouldn’t be any surprise to educated who know how great Kyle is. We represent the Golden Era of tag team wrestling, many people tend to forget we were singles competitors first. Kyle is one of a select few who can hang with me between those ropes. Him beating Tegan was academic in my book.”
Neil pauses. He doesn't crack a smile. He's all business.
Neil Newman:
“I am not going to stand here and guarantee victory. There are no guarantees in a triple threat match. I fully expect Bree and Javen to view me as the biggest threat. They would be smart too. Banding together to fend off against a common enemy, I expect it. How many times do I need to remind everyone that my credentials as a singles wrestlers is all worldly. I possess what neither Javen and Bree do, an expert foundation in Greco Roman Wrestling. Does that bore you? Huh? Does me speaking so plainly not register? It doesn’t need to. What the Japanese crowd has shown me, they don’t appreciate the work Kyle and I have scarified to provide a better platform for the next generation. Screw all of you here in Japan. Screw you Bree. Screw you Javen. Both you and your partner’s made it loud in clear, no respect. Call us scared BreeTee. Make small package jokes, McMillions. The Golden Era will laugh last. Count on it.”
Neil storms off camera. Kyle follows him as the scene fades to black.
Triple Threat Match
Bree Smith VS Javen VS Neil NewmanIn a sort of preview of what we will see at Big In Japan, the members of the three teams that will face for the MWE Tag Team titles met tonight here in Saitama. Neil Newman was still going on his tirade about how him and his partner are the best team and the next champions but Javen and Bree had had enough of him already, shutting his mouth with a simultaneous right hand to the face. They grabbed his arms and sent him against the ropes, catching him with a double back elbow. Down went Neil and the alliance between Javen and Bree immediately ended. Javen was the quickest to exploit the situation, jumping and hitting her with a dropkick. Newman was already back to his feet, blasting the McMillion from behind. He then launched him outside the ring, challenging Breeberry one on one, attacking her with a series of uppercuts. An Irish whip sent her against the corner from where she rebounded back with a shoulder tackle. Simon ran at her and went for a crossbody, but the powerhouse caught him in mid air and used his own momentum to to take him down with a spinning side slam. There was a first pinfall attempt, but Newman was right there to break it up. Javen sped up the pace of the match, catching Bree with a headscissors sending her against in the corner. Newman charged at him but he rolled under the clothesline and ran to the opposite side of the ring, bouncing against the ropes and taking him down with a crossbody. Neil kicked out in two, Javen wasted no time and ran at Bree who was still recovering in the corner and kneed her in the face. He then applied a ¾ facelock and ran toward the centre of the ring, using Neil’s chest as a stepping stone to perform a Shiranui. He then kicked the Golden Era member in the mid section, he blocked the foot but ate an enziguri, finding himself once again with his shoulders on the mat. Bree interrupted the count with a stomp to the back and wrapped her arms around Javen’s waist, lifting him with the first of her three german suplexes. The second came right after followed by a third. A bridging version with which Bree hoped to obtain the win. All she got out of it though was an elbow drop to the stomach from Neil. Bree went close to the win with her Powerboom (Sit-out Powerbomb/sliding lariat) on Javen, but once again Neil broke the pinfall right before the three. Now that his opponents were starting to show the first signs of fatigue, Neil kicked it into the high gear, handing out belly-to-belly suplexes to both Bree and Javen in the number of two each. Smith received also a gutwrench version, while Simon had to kick out from a bridging leg hook suplex. His physical dominance was impressive, and soon he found himself in position to finish the match with his Endgame. He even had Bree upside down in a vertical suplex position, ready to drop her on his knees. But out of nowhere Javen came and superkicked the blonde girl on the head! Definitely not what Neil was expecting, losing his grasp on Bree who fell on the canvas and remained there motionless. Capitalizing on this momentary shock, CM kicked the Golden Era member in the stomach and quickly rolled him up with a small package, holding him down to secure the win. WINNER: Javen BY: Pinfall (Small Package), 11:20 |
Sir Figgles: "This is disgusting..."
Amy Maynard: "I guess Neil should ask his partner for advice on how to kick out from the small package."
Sir Figgles: "Or you could sign my petition to get the move banned. I'm tired to see great matches ruined by such a cheap move"
Amy Maynard: "I guess Neil should ask his partner for advice on how to kick out from the small package."
Sir Figgles: "Or you could sign my petition to get the move banned. I'm tired to see great matches ruined by such a cheap move"
Riot cuts to outside of the arena and there’s a gathering of fans on the outside that are captivated by something that is taking place. That something happens to be Hayley Halsey and her image consultant Vianca Alvarez protesting, picket signs and all. Hayley is holding up a sign that says “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH” while Vianca’s sign says “SHE WILL NOT BE IGNORED!” The crowd is either amused or annoyed by this whole thing as Hayley talks into a megaphone.
Hayley Halsey:
THIS IS THE FINAL STRAW!
The crowd outside boos her!
Hayley Halsey:
FOR TOO LONG, I HAVE BEEN TREATED AS THE REDHEADED STEPCHILD! ALL THESE OTHER NEWBIES TO MWE ARE GIVEN THE RED CARPET TREATMENT… AND IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME… MY GIRL VIANCA KNOWS ALL ABOUT IT!
Vianca Alvarez:
That’s right! This nonsensical favoritism extends to BOTH brands! Over on Millennium, a guy by the name of Neil Durden…
Hayley Halsey:
WHO???
Vianca Alvarez:
NEIL DURDEN! He signs on the dotted line and he’s immediately given a main event title shot!
Hayley Halsey:
UNFAIR!!!!!!
Vianca Alvarez:
Raymond Reznik arrives and… he got some sort of title shot within his first THREE matches!
Hayley Halsey:
UNFAIR!
Vianca Alvarez:
Over on our side… Glory “BULIMIA” Braddock signs on the dotted line and within a few matches… OH MY GOD… MAIN EVENT!!!
Hayley Halsey:
UNFAIR!!!!!
Vianca Alvarez:
MEANWHILE… my best friend EVER… what does she get? NOTHING! Opening matches, being placed in random triple threats for no reason. Being left off of cards… including tonight… CONSTANTLY!!!! And while this is going on… both brands are PLAYING FAVORITES by handing these so called “stars”... like they even KNOW the definition… title shots and main events that they’re not even capitalizing on!
The crowd outside begins a “SHUT THE FUCK UP” chant!
Vianca Alvarez:
This brand… this company… they know NOTHING about what a REAL star is…
Suddenly, a tomato comes flying out of the crowd, splatting in Vianca’s face. The crowd cheers loudly for this as Vianca bolts toward that direction.
Vianca Alvarez:
YOU SON OF A BITCH! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!
Hayley however, manages to hold her back.
Hayley Halsey:
Focus…
Vianca Alvarez:
But…
Hayley Halsey:
FOCUS!!!!
Someone in crowd:
HA! You said but focus! I’d like to focus on that fine butt, Hayley!
Hayley narrows her eyes and responds with a sarcastic chuckle.
Hayley Halsey:
PLEASE! Incel culture exists because of this forsaken country!
The crowd boos this quite loudly!
Hayley Halsey:
ANYWAY… this is all SO RIDICULOUS! I mean REALLY! THEY get their big breaks, their main event matches, their title shots… walking right in that door? And I get what? NOTHING! Random matches! Random nonsense! Being left off of cards. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! We will no longer tolerate this dissent! I’m THE true star of this brand: not Kelsey “woah is me” Spencer. Not Glory “I need to retire” Braddock. Not Bethany “I’m so boring” Driver!
Vianca Alvarez:
She doesn’t work here anymore…
Hayley Halsey:
WHATEVER! The point is… NONE of those names hold a candle to ME! This company has broken the final straw! Tonight, I am not just going to protest this horrible mistreatment of the representation of class, dignity, grace and elegance in MWE… I am going to take ACTION! The time for talking… the time for finding a peaceful resolution… that time is OVER! Hayley Halsey is done playing nice!
Vianca Alvarez:
Yeah, she’s done playing nice!
Hayley Halsey:
Tonight… one of the “golden children” is going to get theirs! Stay tuned… and by the way… the last time this country was in any way relevant… my great-grandfather fought in World War 2 and…
Vianca Alvarez:
… AND WE’RE OUT OF HERE!!!
Hayley Halsey:
What?
Vianca Alvarez:
Trust me… you don’t want to go there… not when these people look like they want to attack us.
Indeed, the crowd begins to approach them in quite a scary way and the two women do the best that they can to drop their signs and megaphones and bolt for the entrance as quick as they can as the scene fades out.
Singles Match
Saki VS Meg RydellOne week after her loss against Kristina Spencer, Saki was back on Riot in a match against Megan Rydell. The former number one contender to the Riot Championship was not happy with the direction her career took. After having gone to war against Devin Hearst a month go, this match and the previous one look like a big step back for the talented and ambitious Colorado born. She started the match with a flurry of punches and forearm strikes, but Saki didn’t come here to be a punching back and fired back, rocking Meg with a jumping knee to the chin and knocking her down with a clothesline. The Kawaii Deathmachine was hell bent on washing the stain of last week’s loss and had a dominant showing in the first minutes, lining up a series of near falls with a shining wizard, a diving tornado ddt and a superkick. Megan kept kicking out, taking a lot of punishment and waiting to find that opportunity to turn things around. And she did, blocking Saki’s piledriver attempt and flipping her over head. The Singapore Mauler was quickly back on her feet, met by some hard kicks to the thighs and flanks from her opponent. A crescent kick knocked Saki down, but the pinfall attempt saw the former Empire Extreme Champion kicking out. The pace of the match sensibly picked up, and this was where Meg got dangerous. After planting Saki on her head with a springboard ddt, the PPW Rogue Champion hit another devastating move with a hurricanrana driver. In both cases Saki kicked out. But it was clear that the momentum changed, Meg taking control and coming closer and closer to the win. It was shocking to see the former champion kick out from the Fly-Dell, the ever beautiful phoenix splash, but not as shocking as seeing Hayley Halsey attacking Megan from behind after silently sliding in the ring. The referee called for the bell and awarded the victory to Megan, trying to save her from the beating Hayley was giving her. The Heartbreaker eventually stopped when she saw Saki standing up to her feet, definitely not happy with the woman who just costed her match. Before the Singapore Mauler could get her revenge, Halsey had already left, mocking Megan (and probably Saki too) forming an L with her thumb and index on her forehead, yelling her catchphrase “So Ridiculous” while leaving up the ramp. WINNER: Meg Rydell BY: DQ, 6:41 |
Amy Maynard: "Looks like Hayley just made an enemy tonight..."
Sir Figgles: "Possibly two. And let me tell you, I wouldn't want to be on either of these two girls bad side."
Sir Figgles: "Possibly two. And let me tell you, I wouldn't want to be on either of these two girls bad side."
Fans cheer as the cameras cut backstage to show Kelsey Spencer and one half of the MWE Tag Team Champions Christian Michaels walking down the hallway. They're talking between themselves at a volume where the camera can't quite pick up what they're saying. As they round a corner, Kelsey pivots and stands in front of her husband.
Kelsey Spencer:
I've got something I wanna show you.
Christian Michaels:
Heh. Babe my birthday was last weekend, ya don’t have to keep getting me presen..
Christian’s words trail off as Kelsey leads him into a locker room, where she stands proudly with her arms outstretched, like some kind of Wheel of Fortune assistant.
Kelsey Spencer:
Let me introduce to you… our very own Suicide Squad!
Christian Michaels(silently mouthing):
...Suicide Squad…?
The camera pans to show the other half of the room, revealing Kristina Spencer and Seth Iser as the other competitors handpicked for Kelsey's War Games team. There's a mixed reaction from the fans at the reveal of the normally villainous pair, who have each done some reprehensible things in their careers. Seth just has a very stoic expression on his face, not really reacting to anything as it seems like he’s finished taping up his wrists. Rather than the suit you’re accustomed to seeing with him, he’s dressed in his wrestling attire.
Seth Iser:
That’s what we’re going with?
The veteran asks that question with that air of authority he almost always seems to carry as he’s just studying the way the rest of his teammates are glancing at one another. He had just finished taping his wrists and tosses the extra athletic tape in the locker behind him before leaning back on said lockers with his back and his arms crossed.
Kelsey pouts and strokes her chin.
Kelsey Spencer:
You mean for a name? I guess I hadn't really thought about one…
Her eyes light up and a big wide grin sweeps her face as she hops once on the spot.
Kelsey Spencer:
Hey, I know! Why don't we call ourselves the Self-Die Squad? It's much more family friendly, and less likely to result in a lawsuit!
Christian had been on the silent side since walking into the locker room. His thoughts were in a great many places lately. Getting ready for War Games, preparing to defend the tag team straps, and somehow surviving a tag match with Kristina tonight. But he’s drawn back to the here an now by the excitement in Kelsey’s voice at the new team name.
Christian Michaels:
The “Self-Die Squad” huh?
Michaels muses as he taps a finger against his chin.
Christian Michaels:
I can dig it babe! It’s got a very you feeling to it. Not to mention I’m happy to avoid any lawsuits. Think you an I have seen more than our fair share of courtrooms since last February…
Kristina rolls her eyes at CM clearly not amused by his comments or the fact she has to team with him. She then glances down at her barbwire bat that is leaning against the wall. She looks at her bat and then at CM and then back at her her bat which appears about to grab but then she takes a deep breath to calm herself thus leaving the bat where it is. Seth still has his arms crossed, almost like a statue as he’s observing this entire thing play out.
Kelsey seems to catch it out of the corner of her eye, as she abandons what she was about to say to address it.
Kelsey Spencer:
No bats tonight, cousin. I know you're not Christian's biggest fan, but it's really important that you guys get along. You've got a big tag match tonight against The Steeles.
Seth Iser:
That bat might be needed for something else, anyway.
Seth chimes back in, the voice still carrying the same authority. He carries himself as if he’s been to many different wars and survived to tell the tale. He’s eyeballing everyone to more or less let everyone know he isn’t kidding when he says that.
Seth Iser:
I know what Heath’s thinking right now. He’s going to look for any opportunity he can to take one or multiple people out. He wants us at best softened up and distrusting of one another or at worst, at a complete and utter handicap. Just to get at Kelsey for what he perceives to be a humiliation. That means we have to be on our guard and watch one another’s back until this ordeal is over.
Kristina Spencer:
Do not worry I will protect Kelsey and watch your back as well. What happened to cousin will not happen again now that her family has her back.
Christian does not take those comments lightly as he stares at Kristina who stares back at him smirking. You can almost see Seth roll his eyes into orbit in the background at the obvious acceleration. Christian takes a step forward, a flash of his fiery Southern temper showing.
Christian Michaels:
Now listen here… Are you saying I wouldn't do all I could to stop that from happening again? I'd take a bullet for my wife!
Kristina Spencer:
Yawn, Whatever you say. We both know the truth. I will protect Kelsey from now on and I will take care of business in that ring tonight. You just stay on the apron and let me handle things. Wouldn’t want you to strain something before War Games now would we?
CM starts turning red, balling up his white knuckled fist and gritting his teeth as Kristina continues smirking. Kelsey hopelessly looks around the room as the bickering continues. Seth’s eye roll now approaches Uranus as this is playing out. When her eyes meet Seth's, she lets out a heavy sigh and steps between her husband and cousin, giving a sharp clap to get their attention.
Kelsey Spencer:
That's enough, both of you! We need to focus. Tonight's very important. What Seth said is right. Heath's like an evil mastermind, he's gonna be watching for any little thing he can exploit. If he sees that you two can't work together, he'll weaponise that and use it against us in War Games.
She pauses, her tone becoming more sombre as she continues.
Kelsey Spencer:
I know that both of you care about me a lot. All three of you do. Christian said that he'd take a bullet for me, and I don't think anyone who heard that would argue with that. I know for a fact that he would do that for anyone he loves.
She flashes a warm smile in his direction before looking at Kristina.
Kelsey Spencer:
Cousin, I bet when you saw what Heath and Pinhead did to me, you wanted nothing more than to clobber them over the head with that bat over there. And trust me, you're gonna get your chance to do that.
She motions to Seth.
Kelsey Spencer:
Seth may not be the most open guy. He's worn a mask the entire time I've known him, but there's been instances where I've felt that he really, honestly cares for me. He sensed I would ask for his help because he knows I feel the same.
Kelsey takes a big step back.
Kelsey Spencer:
That's why I picked you all to fight by my side in this, because there's not a single individual on the face of this earth that I trust more than all of you. Now, I'm not saying that you need to exchange Christmas cards, but from tonight until after War Games, you all have to have each other's backs the same way you'd have mine. War Games is a dangerous match, and we're gonna be stepping in there with four of the most ruthless, dangerous, and unpredictable wrestlers in MWE.
She looks to Seth, as if remembering the stories he'd told her of his own experiences in War Games.
Kelsey Spencer:
If we don't get our heads on straight… One or more of us might not make it out in one piece.
Seth Iser:
It’ll be the last match one or more of us might have, period if you two don’t get your heads out of your asses and work together.
Christian sighs and nods.
Christian Michaels:
Yeah, you're right. We have to look out for each other out there.
Kristina suddenly gets nose to nose with Seth worrying Kelsey but Kristina then smirks
Kristina Spencer:
I like you. No wonder Bex is with you. Very well I will not kill, maim or try to drown Christian until after we kick Heath’s ass in War Games. I will watch his back as i would cousin Kelsey and tonight i will play nice and be the best tag team partner he has ever had and then at War Games I make my bat a permanent part of Heath’s anatomy.
Kristina walks over to Christian and extends her hand to him
Kristina Spencer:
Let the truce begin Mr. Spencer.
Christian's understandably hesitant, but finally accepts the gesture.
Christian Michaels:
Alright. Truce. But I'm keeping an eye on you and that bat.
Kelsey smiles widely and stands proudly with her hands on her hips.
Kelsey Spencer:
That's more like it! I'm looking forward to seeing what you guys can do tonight!
Christian Michaels:
Must feel weird to be the only one not dressed to compete, hey babe?
Kelsey lets out a chuckle, then does a double take when she at last notices Seth Iser in his wrestling gear, not his typical suit.
Kelsey Spencer:
Hey, wait a sec… Why are you dressed to compete? I didn't see your name listed on the card…?
And then you just see Seth’s face contort into an evil smirk. One where it’d make so many people want to run for cover.
Seth Iser:
Let’s just say I know something that’s coming around the bend...but nobody leave until after the show is over. I know what Heath might pull if I get what I want, that is…
Kelsey and Christian exchange a concerned glance, then Kelsey offers a smile.
Kelsey Spencer:
Well, I don't know what you have in mind, but I trust you.
Seth Iser:
‘Self-die squad’...if that’s the case and I’m dead...burning in hell. I’m taking that seven foot bastard straight to hell with me and repaying every goddamned suplex with interest. He won’t be walking out of that ring after War Games. I promise you that.
And then the knowing smirk of that same veteran who has seen things far too often.
Seth Iser:
And if we work together...well, we’re the ones who will be walking out.
Seth's words seem to light a fire under CM, as he puts his hand in the space between them all, his palm facing the floor.
Christian Michaels:
Hell yeah! "Self-Die Squad" on three!
A grinning Kelsey eagerly places her own hand on top of his as they both look to Kristina and Seth, in hopes that they'll do the same.
Kristina Spencer:
Sure thing Partner
Kristina puts her hand on top of theres and her other arm around Christian’s shoulders with a huge “Cat that ate the canary” smile that makes Christian a little nervous
Seth Iser:
Alright then…
And then the veteran puts his hand up top, not with huge enthusiasm but it’s not total indifference either.
Christian Michaels:
One! Two! Three!
A loud chorus of SELF-DIE SQUAD echoes through the tiny room, and the group breaks apart almost immediately to continue preparing for their matches. Kelsey is the only one left in the shot, watching her team walk away with a proud smile on her face.
It soon fades into a perplexed look.
Kelsey Spencer:
...Gosh, why do I feel like such a mom?
Seth Iser:
Well, you already are one if you think about it.
Kelsey Spencer:
...Oh, yeah!
Tag Team Match
Krissy Spencer & Christian Michaels VS The Steeles
Dry run for the War Games for CM and Krissy, respectively husband and cousin of Kelsey Spencer. Their relation though has never been enough to put them on the same page, which could be a huge liability in the Self-Die Squad especially against such a cohesive unit such as Heath Williams’ The Revolution. Judging by the first minutes of the match, they really needed to smooth it over and find some chemistry instead of bickering over the smallest things, such as who should start the match. After a long discussion, an annoyed Christian left the ring to Spencer who had a good start controlling Teddy with a headlock and taking the match to the canvas. Steele picked himself up, momentary breaking free with a couple of elbows to the stomach. Kristina quickly caught him back in, this time adding some knee strikes to the face before launching him to the ropes. Kate took the tag as her husband bounced against the ropes and into Krissy’s dropkick, waiting for her to get up and turn around to knock her with a clothesline from behind. The cheap shot gave her an early advantage she fully exploited, knocking down the former Liberty Pro Trial Champion with a single knee facebreaker and followed with a springboard leg drop. As Spencer pulled herself up with the help of the ropes, CM tagged himself in, leaving the Wicked One dumbfounded and definitely not happy with her cousin in law. But to his credit, the MWE Tag Team Champion knew what he was walking into, having crossed paths with the Steeles in the past. He engaged in a brawl with the former Lockdown Champion, coming out on top from the exchange and kicking her in the stomach. She blocked the foot and pushed it aside, Christian used the momentum to spin around and hit her with the Dragon Whap, knocking her off her feet. He climbed to the middle rope for the Southern Climate Legdrop when Kristina tagged him on the back. He turned around and yelled at her what she was doing, she entered the ring with a shrug and hit her A Wicked Good Time (moonsault double knee drop) for another near fall. Eventually, he had to make the best of this situation and started working together, especially after Kristina’s refusal to tag CM in almost costed them the match after Kate hit her Punk Driver. And once they started working together as a team, they proved to be too much for the Steeles, dominating both Kate and Teddy after the tag was made. Christian connected his Just Like That, but Kate’s quick intervention kept the team in this match. Another tag between the two members of the Self-Die Squad, Kristina entering the ring and taunting Teddy who took the bait and charged in, missing the clothesline. Krissy kept running for the ropes, jumping on the middle one to connect the Air Crazy, her springboard stunner. Instead of trying for the cover, she went for a submission, locking him in her Extreme PMS. Kate went to save her husband but CM intercepted her with a spear. Teddy had no chance but to tap out. WINNER: Kristina Spencer & Christian Micheals BY: Submission (Extreme PMS), 9:41 |
Amy Maynard: "Eventually Christian and Kristina got on the same page and brought home the victory"
Sir Figgles: "And, like Seth Iser said, this was the most important thing. Not only to win this match, but mostly for the war they're walking into in a week"
Sir Figgles: "And, like Seth Iser said, this was the most important thing. Not only to win this match, but mostly for the war they're walking into in a week"
Backstage we find Dean Smith performing a pre-match workout with light weights to loosen himself up for a one on one non-title non-invictus rules match. He’s got a half-empty pringles can beside him from the agonizingly long plane ride but he reaches for his large water bottle to quench his thirst. He’s ignoring the multiple Twitter notifications on his phone although he’s aware they’re there, instead focusing on Echo’s last Millennium match as he curls each arm in a slight rhythm.
Yulia Kirilenko:
I knew I would find you here. What’s good champ?
The former Riot General Manager enters the room, her voice distracting Dean from his phone as he turned his attention to the blonde russian. There’s a smile on his face, despite them finding at odds in a way, since Yulia is now training Dean’s opponent. But they’re clearly in amicable relations, the Invictus champion not even looking surprised to see Yulia here. She sits on a bench, next to the one Dean is working on.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Still doing your homework?
She asks. Dean’s arm drop down slowly, as if he felt he was still in control of their meeting and puts the two weights down gently.
Dean Smith:
Well, I was until a distraction just walked her way in here and leaves me with one question. Why?
Yulia stares at the longest reigning Invictus champion in history, without answering. The silence lasted almost a minute before the former GM replied with another question.
Yulia Kirilenko:
What do you think? Why am I here?
Dean Smith:
Some sort of attempt to get in my head over tonight’s match….am I right?
He folds his arms and straightens his back as he meets her gaze by dipping his chin down given their height difference. Yulia frowns, seemingly disappointed by the answer. It was a moment, before that smile reappears on her face.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Come on, Dean! I like to think I earned better than this.
She seems honest, definitely not trying to play mind games with the champion.
Yulia Kirilenko:
You’ve been working for me for a year, have I ever been sneaky or shady? Have I ever been anything but upfront, even when it wasn’t the popular decision?
Dean Smith:
I can’t say you’ve been that to me, but you are trying to take a belt I’ve held for most of that year and defended proudly through Echo. So you can understand there’s a little something-something there now.
He does relax a little by turning his back to her as he puts the weights back with that gym etiquette he grew up with.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Well, Echo is trying to take the title from you. I’m just her… advisor, I would say.
Yulia waits for Dean to sit back, then she points at his phone.
Yulia Kirilenko:
But please, keep doing what you were doing don’t mind me.
The Invictus champion looks confused, but eventually clicks play and watches the replay of Echo’s last match, her losing effort against Heath Williams. When the clip ends, it’s once again Yulia who take words.
Yulia Kirilenko:
What do you think?
Dean Smith:
Well….
He doesn’t feel the need to comment on too much and gestures to the video as if to say the result says it all.
Dean Smith:
Interesting choice for my next opponent is all I can really say after that, Yuls.
Yulia Kirilenko:
It really is…
She adds.
Yulia Kirilenko:
What you just saw? Forget it.
Dean seems confused.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Her Invictus match against Alan Envy? Forget that too. You know what’s Echo’s best quality? She keeps learning, she keeps getting better. She’s too stubborn to let a mistake she made last week affect her again. That’s what makes her so dangerous.
Dean casually looks down at his Deangerous wristband ‘someone’ made for him.
Dean Smith:
That’s fine by me. But she’s never been in the ring with me and let’s not forget Brien Storm was a man full of promises he’d never make a mistake against me...and I don’t recall seeing him walking around with this.
Dean scratches his head for emphasis as he holds up the Invictus Title which comfortable rests on his shoulder. Yulia’s eyes land on the strap, then go back to Dean.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Fair enough.
She stands up, patting the champion’s shoulder.
Yulia Kirilenko:
See? No mind games, no dirty tactics. Just a chat between friends.
And here’s my friendly advice. You know I don’t like to waste my time. There’s a reason if I’m investing so much of my time on Echo.
Don’t underestimate her.
Dean Smith:
Coming from you..
He dips his head slightly to the right as a small sign of respect.
Dean Smith:
I won’t.
The russian nods, cracking a smile as she extends her hand toward Dean.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Good luck, champ.
Dean Smith:
Good luck to your client.
He shakes hands with his former GM, roughly cracking a confident smile back at her as the scene slowly fades back to ringside
Singles Match
Echo VS Dean SmithA first match between Dean and Echo, one week before the Australian takes her shot at Dean’s Invictus Championship, a first and last opportunity to test each other’s skill before Big In Japan. It started with a clinch, Echo proudly (and naively) accepting the test of strength. Nobody was surprised to see the champ easily winning it, shifting to a series of short arm clotheslines before finishing with a high speed backbreaker. After that came the first pinfall attempt, but Echo kicked out in two. The Australian reversed an irish whip and sent Dean in the corner, quickly following with a clothesline. She started hitting him in the corner, a chop and a forearm shot, another chop and a second forearm to the jaw, repeating the combination a third time. She then sent him to the opposite corner, this time going for a back elbow. Dean took a step aside and tied her arms around the ropes, hitting her with some boxing combos using her as a Training Dummy. She took this as an insult, getting in Dean’s face after the referee separated them and pushed his chest. Dean almost laughed it, he definitely didn’t mean to disrespect her but Echo wasn’t buying it, pushing him back once again. Perhaps she was just playing mind games, trying to get under the champion’s skin? Even if she wasn’t it worked, Dean’s expression suddenly changed as he swung his right hand, ducked by Echo who moved behind his back and managed to lift him with a german suplex, showing an impressive strength. Despite Echo having a great showing here tonight, Yulia kept shaking her head from her first row seat. The Australian had Dean in a clinch position, hitting him with knees to the chest, event lifting him for a rib breaker. She hooked the leg for a cover, but the Invictus champion kicked out. Her confidence seemed to grow with every strike, to the point that she went for the Reverb, countered by Dean. He was quick to get back on the attack, turning Echo inside out with a massive lariat. Smith dragged the blonde up to her feet, hitting her with a quick lefts and rights sequence, ending it with a spinning backfist. Echo was stunned, holding her jaw as Smith hit the ropes and drove her down with a bulldog. She pulled herself up again, Dean told her something and floored her with a straight punch, completing the Quarterbark. The final part of the match saw the two opponents hitting each other as hard as they can. Echo proved that she could go toe to toe against Dean in a striking contest, but eventually the Vegas born knocked her down with a vicious elbow. Up to the third rope he went, ready to jump for his MD, his patented flying knee, just as effective in regular matches as it is under the Invictus rules. WINNER: Dean Smith BY: Pinfall (MD), 9:55 |
Amy Maynard: "Echo surely put up a great fight, but in the end she had to bow to the Mean Dean"
Sir Figgles: "That knee is devastating. One strike and it's over."
Amy Maynard: "It's something Echo will surely keep in consideration, especially since next week there will be a title on the line. And the chance to end a historic streak"
Sir Figgles: "That knee is devastating. One strike and it's over."
Amy Maynard: "It's something Echo will surely keep in consideration, especially since next week there will be a title on the line. And the chance to end a historic streak"
The scene opens in the luxury box of the Super Saitama Arena. With their backs turned to the camera are Jenni Anderson and Pierce Manning. It’s an intermission right now between matches. Aware that the camera’s are rolling, Pierce and Jenni turn to each other. The expression on there faces, all business.
Pierce Manning:
“Do you know what annoys me more than anything when it comes to dealing with those two Jenni? There overbearing need try to intimidate us. It’s insulting.”
Pierce sighs. He turns to the camera. His intensity picks up.
Pierce Manning:
I saw leeches like them all the time sitting in the boardroom with my Dad, he sat at the head of the table. The clown would take a seat. Blow a lot of hot air. Those men and women weren’t total smcmos, they had reputable reputations. A good chunk of those clowns beat their chest, hammered there resumes to death, felt an overbearing need to remind my dad how great they were. What usually happened in the end, my Dad took them to school, every single time.
I learned a lot about human nature from watching my Dad work. I was a little slow in life applying the lessons, better late than never. Glory Braddock and Henri, you are two of the biggest blowhards I have ever met. I am secure enough in myself to give those two credit, you had noteworthy careers. Henri, you have a reputation, big whoop, Henri you had to go out of your way to beg Joey LeClair to vouch for you, that my friend demoted you to clown status. For a tough guy I have gotten the best of you how many times now? You are sooo bad you had to bully a referee. Clearly a sociopath.
And Mrs. Glory Braddock, the so called Best in the World, wow, I thought you were an insufferable bitch when you wrote my checks. Damn. Now you are a messiah of wrestling? Please, answer one question, humor me, what have you done lately? What have you done in MWE? Your best friend Sophie has more high quality wins than you in this company. That’s a fact. All you came to MWE with was your name. When was the last time the best actually won a championship? And we are supposed to believe you know what is best for pro wrestling? I fully expect a rebuttal from you. Or to ignore me. Whatever floats your boat. I am not the one who runs around calling myself the best wrestler. I didn’t need to be the best when I pinned your shoulders to the mat. God, you are such a hypocrite. I did whatever it took to win. You chastise me for it. Didn’t you recently come out and say pro wrestling is cut throat, you need to do what it takes. That is what I have done. That’s what Jenni has done. Do the rules only apply to the Best Hypocrite in the World?
Pierce rolls his eyes.
Pierce Manning:
What makes Jenni and I special; we are not fake. We don’t waver. We are authentic. Don’t like it? Who cares. What this is really about Henri, Glory, no one gives a crap about you two. At Way of the Dragon, we gave you two purpose, a reason to exist, both of you are no more than hamsters in a wheel. We are the fresh exciting talent MWE has been dying to see. Your little wrestling classic, we breathed new life. So instead of mocking, dismissing, pretending we aren’t on your level, how about the two of you stop being insecure bitches. Henri, don’t think I forgot about you touching Jenni. Big mistake. I don’t care what kinda match we have at Big In Japan, I am going to do everything in my power to kill the urban legend of Henri Black. Once and for all you will accept your new place in the pecking order of Riot and MWE as a whole... BELOW ME.
Pierce raises his middle finger to the camera. Jenni smirks as she turns her own face to the camera.
Jenni Anderson:
Of course, you only have to log onto Twitter now to see just how far Glory Braddock has sunk into her own delusional world where she is “Best in the World” and somehow is trusted to say what is best for the industry. She runs us down, she runs down MWE for even signing us… and all that really shows is just how insecure she is in her own position.
Jenni laughs.
Jenni Anderson:
I mean, let’s be real here. The only reason she tries to bury us to anyone who will listen is because she knows… she KNOWS that we are more than capable of REPLACING her, rendering her completely irrelevant. We don’t need her money, and she resents that. We don’t need Glory Braddock, and quite frankly, if she quit tomorrow, the industry would move on without missing a beat. Aww… how sad, Glory. You talk up your position, but really it’s all just talk. Nothing you do is unique. You’re not special, Glory. Sure, you’ve won 14 World Championships in companies you owned or have closed down, but really why is that? It’s because you seek out the small ponds to be a big fish. In places where you have to actually COMPETE with actual TALENT? You middle at best. Let’s be honest, Glory… the reason you have to run us down is you know we’re better than you and you think by damaging OUR stock, other companies won’t give us a chance to prove that.
She sighs, shaking her head.
Jenni Anderson:
So here we are… set for a tag team contest against two people who’s egos won’t be able to fit in the ring together, and who won’t be able to TRUST each other. Tonight here in Saitama, Pierce and I are going to put everything we say into action. We are going to beat Glory Braddock and Henri Black. And just in case they can’t handle FAILURE and decide to throw a temper tantrum as I know Glory is more than apt to do, insurance…
The room illuminates behind them, with a clearly bought-and-paid-for security force standing by.
Jenni Anderson:
These gentlemen you see behind me are authorized to use whatever force is necessary outside of the confines of the match to keep us safe. We are not going to be victimized by sore LOSERS… we’re just going to leave you crying in the ring, trying desperately to figure out what to do when you have been completely supplanted. Glory… Henri… you’re looking at the FUTURE of the business… a business that has outgrown miserable, pathetic cretins like you. Either get on board or sulk away into obscurity, Either way doesn’t matter.
With that, and a snap of the Queenpin’s fingers, the scene cuts out.
We open in front of an MWE Riot logo backdrop. The opening line to Living Color’s “Cult of Personality” begins to play. This goes on for a long time, as clearly whoever is behind this is dragging it out, making you the viewer wait. But finally a few moments later the gorgeous “British Bombshell” Glory Braddock emerges from stage right. Braddock is wearing a black knee length skirt, black sheer stockings, black patent leather high heel pumps, and a long sleeve black sweater. Her long blonde hair hangs unrestrained to shoulder length. Sunglasses sit on her face, covering her eyes. A confident, perhaps smug even, look is etched across her lovely face.
Glory Braddock:
I have heard a great deal of comments from my legions of fans across the wrestling world this past week. All of them stated that I have changed…and they want to know why…why have I changed? What happened to The British Bombshell you knew?
The British Bombshell chuckles lightly and just shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
Nothing. Nothing at all has changed. What you have seen from yours truly, professional wrestling’s savior, is the one true Glory Braddock. This is who I really am and to be perfectly frank with all of you, it feels great. For a long time now I have been fooling myself into thinking that I could succeed as the hero that the sport and the fans WANT to have, but there is one tiny problem with that and that is the fact that people are fickle and people are dishonest.
Braddock sighs and nods her head.
Glory Braddock:
People are fickle. One moment you are the most popular thing running and the next you’re nothing. So if you want to remain in the good graces of the people you have to change who you are, you have to change with the times. But not me. I should not have to and will never change with the times. Being a hero isn’t about winning a popularity contest. Being a hero is about doing what no one else can do. You can’t always play by the rules, because the fact is that people are dishonest and they will break the rules. I have learned that lesson the hard way, partially here in MWE Riot thanks to the likes of the cockroaches Pierce Manning and Jenni Anderson.
She takes off her sunglasses and sets them aside. Braddock folds her arms over her chest.
Glory Braddock:
Jenni and Pierce are whining about how I’ve been running them down. Well, think of new and more inventive ways to whine because I’m going to continue running you down. You two have not and never will achieve the level of greatness that I have achieved. I have conquered the competitive side of wrestling; evidence is the fact that I have won fourteen world titles. I have conquered the business side of wrestling; evidence is the successful company that I run. I am training the next generation of wrestlers at my own wrestling school. Imagine, an entire generation of wrestlers with MY philosophy of how this sport should be? That is what I have created. I have conquered every aspect of this sport and what have you two done?
There is a long pause as Glory allows the viewers time to ponder this. Finally she shrugs her shoulders.
Glory Braddock:
Jenni bribes people and Pierce lets Jenni walk all over his lame, pathetic ass. That’s why I run you down and I will continue to run you down until you do something noteworthy. For now, though, I will give you ONE compliment.
She holds up one finger and smirks knowingly.
Glory Braddock:
But just one…so record this, it may not happen again…had you two not gotten involved in my business, had you two not stupidly tried to make a name for yourselves at my expense, then I would not have recognized the truth that had been staring me in the face. People like you are bad for this sport, for this great business, and it is my burden to make sure you are no longer a threat to this sport that I love. You were willing to break any rules necessary, including going as far as to bribe referees, in order to achieve your endgame. But me? No, I wanted to play by the rules. I wanted to be the hero that the people wanted. But YOU taught me that I cannot be the hero that this sport wants, I need to be the hero that this sport NEEDS.
Another low chuckle escapes her throat.
Glory Braddock:
So thank you, Pierce. Thank you, Jenni. Thank you for opening my eyes to the truth of who and what I needed to become. Unfortunately you did yourselves no favors because now I have no qualms about doing whatever is necessary to take you down. And as far as Henri Black is concerned…
Braddock shakes her head and makes a low ‘tsk, tsk’ sound.
Glory Braddock:
You really did fuck up by pissing him off, didn’t you? Well, you may not realize it yet but you did piss him off and it was a very terrible mistake. Henri has no qualms about going to that dark side, either. So take some free advice from me, loves; whether this all ends tonight or at the end of the tour, or whenever, just take a hint and find someone else to annoy, find someone else who will tolerate your bloody bullshit, because you have pushed the buttons of two of the most dangerous individuals in MWE and if you keep it up, the only thing you two will be known for is for being just another statistic; two more victims of Glory Braddock and Henri Black.
We see that we are backstage but it isn’t the normal setting that you’d come to expect. It’s an all white room where various people in kitchen gear seem to be slicing various meats. But in the dead center of it all, is where the office of Vincent Moretti is located for this evening. A couple of the cooks step around the giant table that Moretti has set up for himself as he’s palming his cane in his left hand and the ‘Mr. Moretti’ office label decorates his otherwise barren table.
Vincent Moretti:
There is always something about seeing how the magic happens that makes it special.
The double doors to the catering area burst open to reveal a smug Heath Williams standing on the other side, his Revolution teammates close in tow. Vincent’s cheery demeanor changes rather fast as his face contorts into a frown at the people barging into his makeshift office. Heath’s eyes are immediately directed at Vince, crow’s feet showing as he too frowns back at the boss man. A junior chef strides over happily staring down at his plate of food - salad, some pasta, and a tender looking chicken leg, still steaming, fresh out of the oven. Heath reaches over to the plate, and swiftly takes the chicken leg.
Heath Williams:
How dare you walk past without offering us any!
The junior chef stops, confused.
Junior Chef:
Huh? But it’s my break, this is my dinner! I’ve been working hard all day for this!
Heath stares into the eyes of the junior chef, and nonchalantly lifts the leg to his teeth, taking a big chomp of meat. He continues to stare at the chef, who stares back awkwardly, trying hard to make sense of the situation. All of a sudden, Heath’s forehead begins to sweat, his eyes begin to water. He starts panting like a dog. Vincent stifles a laugh from his desk.
Heath Williams:
Hot! Hot! Hot!
Junior Chef:
Well, yeah dude… it’s SPICY chicken!
In a fit of rage, Heath knocks the plate from the chef’s hands, sending it across the room.
Vincent Moretti:
Now that’s almost as rude as insinuating I’m racist. Might also be another fine…
Heath turns his attention back to Moretti, as the junior chef sadly starts cleaning the mess up on the floor. Heath staggers over to Vince’s desk, and grabs a glass of water sitting beside Moretti’s paperwork, before lifting it to his mouth and glugging the entire thing back. He slams the glass on the table with a deep breath, belches, then looks back at Vince.
Heath Williams:
Word in the locker room is you don’t like me.
Vincent takes a moment to glance at the cup of water that was taken from him before eye balling Heath.
Vincent Moretti:
You know that water makes that burning spice going on in your mouth worse, right?
Heath stops for a second, tries to clear his throat. The sweat begins to pour down his cheeks. He smiles out of panic, then rushes over to the catering table, desperately in search of something. He finds a loaf of bread, tears open the packaging, pulls out a slice and goes to town. Upon finishing the slice, he takes another deep breath, gulps, nods, then heads back over to Moretti’s desk.
Heath Williams:
...Word in the locker room is you don’t like me.
Vincent Moretti:
I don’t think anybody likes when their employees in front of the entire world after being fined for their actions go out there, threaten most of my roster with extermination in a fit of unprofessional anger and then insinuate that I’m a racist.
Vincent’s tone has a little more edge to it than usual even if he was as amused as anyone when Heath was dealing with spicy food.
Vincent Moretti:
That locker room doesn’t like you, judging by some of the spats you’ve had with others. But despite some calls from some certain people wanting your heads...I’ve kept representatives in your group continuing to wrestle in one form or another because I do recognize what you bring. But for someone in your position right now, you’re a little lucky you aren’t suspended from this tour entirely.
Heath Williams:
And you’re lucky you aren’t as stupid as you look. Suspending us wouldn’t be very wise. You’ve seen the statistics, right? Everyone always wants to see what we’re going to do next.
You can hear a small chuckle come from Vincent as if something did just hit him.
Vincent Moretti:
True, everyone seems to want to take you down a peg. There’s money in that. But you know what, I’m kind of glad your crew stopped by because I noticed an oversight.
Heath Williams:
Oh yeah? Enlighten me, Vinny.
The rest of Heath’s crew join him behind Vince’s desk, besides The Manic, who’s noticeably absent now. Vincent seems cool enough at the numbers, though he has a slightly tighter grip on his cane.
Heath Williams:
Enlighten us.
Heath frowns, and looks around, even turns a head around Pinhead’s back. One of the chefs literally freezes to just gawk at how huge Pinhead actually is for a moment, even muttering the word ‘Godzilla’ before snapping out of it and getting back to work.
Heath Williams:
Where’d The Manic go?
Pinhead shrugs his shoulders, and The Mutt responds with a happy bark. Vincent peers in the direction The Manic might have went off to.
Vincent Moretti:
I guess Manic didn’t want to fully volunteer to help correct this little oversight.
Heath brushes off The Manic’s absence, and turns back to Moretti.
Heath Williams:
Cut to the chase, Moretti.
Vincent Moretti:
If you insist. Honestly, I thought you might help me out with something that might help you and your crew out here. Because when I went over everything and trying to make sure certain people were properly figured in...I didn’t have any of you and your crew represented on the advertised card. I know money might be a smidge tight for you and your entire crew after that...stunt you pulled when the tour started. But I think I might have a match to make sure one of your crew is represented on the card and you’ll actually be able to get paid for this show more proper.
Vincent then twirls the cane in his hand briefly before using his other hand to search through which paper it is entirely as he scans his eyeballs.
Vincent Moretti:
Ah yes, this is the one...so my question is, which one of your crew is going into this match tonight?
Heath smiles, with a tilt of his head.
Heath Williams:
First of all, it’s so cute you’re worried about our wallets, but rest assured, we’re doing just fine. HOWEVER, a match tonight does sound rather intriguing… and you know, I’d be more than willing, but Pinhead over here was just telling me how much he’s been itching for a fight.
Heath turns to Pinhead, and raises his arm, resting a hand on the big man’s shoulder.
Heath Williams:
You down?
Pinhead grins maliciously, with a stern nod to match.
Vincent Moretti:
So Pinhead’s going in. I see.
You can see the general manager have this almost coy smile as if he truly knows something that nobody else does before he reaches into his pocket to pull out a pen and write the addition down on that particular piece of paper.
Vincent Moretti:
I suppose you want to know who you’re dealing with right? Now that Pinhead is fully committed to try to launch twelve suplexes like he did a couple weeks ago. Well, I’ll say this much. He flew in not too long ago. And he was hoping that Pinhead was the one who agreed to face him considering what happened. Though Heath would’ve been an acceptive alternative…
Heath removes his hand from Pinhead’s shoulder and raises both brows. He screws up his nose as he licks his bottom lip ever-so-slightly.
Heath Williams:
It’s him, isn’t it?
Vincent Moretti:
Oh yeah...it’s him alright. You just signed him up to wrestle Seth Iser. Congratulations!
Heath smirks, and turns to Pinhead.
Heath Williams:
You and me have some things to talk about.
Vincent Moretti:
Make them fast, Heath. It isn’t too far from match time against the man who calls himself Wrestling’s Greatest Mind. And he’s already got a couple of ways to torture even a giant like Pinhead.
Heath looks at Moretti, bends down and slams his fists on the desk, their faces only mere inches away from each other.
Heath Williams:
You tell your little boyfriend that it’s his funeral.
Vincent has half of a smirk when Heath delivers that line.
Vincent Moretti:
Your face is a little red. Are you hot and bothered by that joke or is the chicken still getting the best of you?
Heath’s eye twitches.
Heath Williams:
...It’s the chicken.
Heath stands up straight and adjusts his tie, just as The Manic walks in with a brown bottle in hand.
The Manic:
Hey, boss! I got you some chocolate milk to help with that spice!
Vincent Moretti:
Huh. Even got that two percent shit for him too. What a good subordinate...
Heath’s head darts over at her frustratedly, his teeth gritted. However, after a few seconds, his face softens and he walks over to The Manic with Pinhead and The Mutt at either side. He takes the bottle, and heads towards the doors.
Heath Williams:
I actually really like chocolate milk…
Together, the quartet exit the catering area. Meanwhile Vincent leans back on his chair in the office for a bit and still eyeballs the food that was knocked down earlier.
Vincent Moretti:
I’m taking what it cost to make that meal off of his paycheck...
Singles Match
Pinhead VS Seth IserAs the bell rings, the giant and the veteran meet in the centre. Pinhead’s 7 foot structure towers over even that of Iser’s impressive 6’5. Though as Pinhead lowers his head, and stares the vet down, Iser fails to show fear. Instead, he smirks, and Pinhead mirrors his reaction. It’s quite clear that these two men, have been waiting for this moment. And after the breaking of the smirk, Seth starts festivities by palming his hand and shoving Pinhead right in the face before gesturing him with an almost arrogant smirk to bring it. Amy Maynard: "It almost seems like Seth Iser’s HAPPY to be duking it out with Pinhead…" Sir Figgles: "And vice versa, apparently." Pinhead responds to Iser with a jerk reaction, his shoulder out, ready to charge. However, instead he glances over at Heath on the outside, and stops himself. Iser too glances at Heath and nods, now fully aware of what he’s dealing with. He raises a hand, signalling for a test of strength. Sir Figgles: "Is Seth Iser crazy? There’s no way he can outmatch the power of Pinhead!" Amy Maynard: "Iser’s one of the sneakiest veterans in the game, Figgles. There’s no way he doesn’t have a plan heading into this one." The brute gladly accepts Iser’s invitation, far too aware that his levels of strength outweigh his opponents. He reaches out, but before the two can lock fingers, Seth peppers the large man right in the jaw with a straight right hand that even makes him go on his back foot ever so slightly from the blow. And then a knife edged chop from the right side before firing a second straight right and then a hard second chop to really try to get him stinging. The giant however replies by grabbing Seth by the throat and flinging him over to the corner with ease, the entire audience gasping at how easily a large human being was ragdolled in such fashion. He then goes to make that charge into the corner to avalanche Iser and Seth ends up delivering one kick to the left knee to side step it and let Pinhead bounce off the turnbuckle. And he just rebounds off and glares at Seth, letting out a roar as the veteran still has that coy look on his face. This time, Pinhead does charge at Iser, heading in with an air slicing clothesline. Iser manages to duck however, narrowly missing death by decapitation. As Pinhead passes, Iser spins around, sending a rapid kick straight into the back of the very same knee he kicked previously. Pinhead buckles for a moment, but only for a moment, as he swiftly turns heel, extends his arms, and wraps Iser in his arms. He pulls all of his weight back, and flings Iser through the air with a belly-to-belly. Seth lands hard on his rear with his feet nearly hitting the opposite ropes from the force he was thrown, and that momentum allows him to literally stagger to his feet and tell Pinhead that he is indeed number one with a middle finger gesture before flopping face first onto the canvas. Pinhead storms over, reaching down and taking hold of that very same middle finger. As he wraps it up in his giant left hand, he uses it to yank Iser to his feet. You can see Iser growl in pain before he uses his free hand to deliver a pointed thumb directly into the eye of the giant. Heath barks from the outside that it’s a violation of the rules and when Pinhead recoils toward his eye to free Seth’s hand, he continues to have the middle finger straight up and pointing it in Heath’s direction without breaking eye contact with Pinhead before he fires yet another right hand to the jaw, a chop to the midsection and a pointed kick to the knee cap. Pinhead staggers forward, clearly not accustomed to fighting an opponent with movements so precise and calculated. It leaves him open to another hard right to the jaw. In a fit of rage, Pinhead starts swinging wildly, a hard left, a hard right, both to Iser’s midsection. Iser takes an unintended bow, then Pinhead follows up with another hard right, this time to Iser’s cheek, causing the veteran to go stumbling towards the ropes. He then rebounds off the ropes still using his head, and clocks the big man hard with a clothesline just under the throat with such force that the giant is wobbling his arms as if he could fall. Seth then bounces off the ropes and goes for it a second time and again similar result. Another step backwards and more wobbling with his arms as if he’s fighting as hard as he can not to fall. And then the third time Seth goes for it Pinhead catches his balance as Seth is coming in and goozles him by the throat and in one swift motion, it’s a one armed chokeslam. Iser’s winded, and gasps for air, but Pinhead refuses to care, resting a single foot on Iser’s chest to go for the cover. Only the count of two-and-a-half is scored however, as Iser shoves the boot off of his chest, then delivers a stern elbow straight into that left knee of Pinhead’s. Pinhead is clearly favoring it now, and stomps it against the canvas, trying to get some feeling into his nerves. Seth continues his heavy breaths, his lungs still not fully recovered. Pinhead forgets about his knee for the time being, and takes Iser’s wrist, once again pulling him to his feet. He then grabs at the vet’s sides and tosses him into the air, catching him on his shoulders in an impressive showing of strength. He raises Iser into the air, and walks him towards the turnbuckle, a buckle bomb awaiting. However, as he nears the corner, Pinhead’s knee gives way for a moment, giving Seth the advantage he needs, slamming Pinhead in the face with a few right hands. Pinhead raises a hand to block the incoming barrage of punches, but the moment he does that he leaves himself open to get bit right in the hand! Even Pinhead’s eyes widen from the shock and pain from that tactic and once again Heath is beside himself at ringside with Seth bending the rules. Sir Figgles: "Another blatant disregard of the rules!" Amy Maynard: "You say that as if Pinhead, Heath, or yourself, have never been guilty of bending the rules from time to time." Sir Figgles: "I don’t think any of us have bent or broken the rules more than Seth Iser has in his ENTIRE career." Amy Maynard: "Tell that to the fans! They’re loving it!" Amy’s right, the fans cheer Iser on as his teeth sink further and further into Pinhead’s colossal hand. And even while he’s biting him, he’s still throwing rapid fire punches to the ear to disorient the giant. Finally he drops the veteran and on the way down, Seth is able to impressively hook his head in a front facelock. The Japanese fans cheer loudly at this familiar sight as a primal yell escapes the veteran going for his Deprivation DDT in one kill shot. But after the yell, Pinhead lets out a roar of his own before lifting Iser in a fit of rage and flinging him off entirely so he goes splat midsection first onto the canvas. The veteran lets out a cough before slithering out of the ring to recalibrate his options before just spitting into the ring as he gets up and in the direction of Pinhead. As if he’s provoking him even further. Pinhead looks down at the droplet of saliva on the canvas, gritting his teeth, obviously feeling some sort of PTSD from the insulting gesture. And though he’s breathing a little heavier than earlier, Seth is chuckling, bordering on a sinister laugh in absolute defiance. Pinhead steps forward, and stomps on the saliva, before charging towards the ropes. He readies his leg to lift it over the top rope, but Heath shouts at him from the sidelines, warning him to keep to the inside. The veteran hears the orders Heath is shouting and it is getting through to Pinhead to stay and you can see Seth golf clapping toward the leader in a completely condescending manner drawing a little laughter from the younger Japanese fans. Sir Figgles: "Seth Iser is...an asshole." Seth ends up taking half of the ten count to slow things down and even reach out and grab a bottle of water offered to him by one of the Japanese fans before taking a drink and spitting the other half of it in the general direction of Pinhead before he re-enters the ring at eight. Pinhead’s entire body is radiating with the vibes of frustration and rage. He explodes through the ref’s plea to give Seth a clean entry and shoulder tackles him into the corner in an awkward manner. He wails on him for a while, hard punch after hard punch. He then thrusts his shoulder several times into Iser’s sternum, before wrapping an arm around Iser’s waist and throwing him away from the corner with a thunderous giant hip toss. Seth swiftly scurries over to the opposite corner, using the ropes to pull himself up, but is met with a huge avalanche, burrowing him into the corner. As Pinhead takes a step back, Iser appears completely stunned, on two firm feet one moment, then flopping into the canvas the next. His eyes even rolled into the back of his head briefly as he lets out a cough on the mat through gritted teeth. Pinhead sneers at his downed opponent, followed by a brisk stomp. Then another. And another. He then reaches down, and takes all of Iser’s weight, pulling him up into a deadlift stalling vertical. Iser hangs there for a while, the blood pumping straight to his cranium, his cheeks blushed. Seth is kicking his feet like he’s trying to come up with some sort of counter to get out of the predicament but the giant just holds him there before finally, after fifteen agonizing seconds, suplexing him to the canvas. Seth recoils up in obvious discomfort and his arms instinctively crossed for a second before rolling onto his side. Pinhead stomps at Seth’s spine a couple of times, causing Seth to groan and roll onto his stomach. Pinhead crouches down, wincing as his left knee gives him some more grief. He takes his right arm, and locks it around Seth’s chin, pulling backwards and slowly lifting him back to his feet. He’s thinking about at least one german suplex with his hands starting to head toward the waist but Seth stomps on that left foot and you hear Pinhead growl from that and lower his head just to eat an elbow to the jaw. And then a second elbow...followed by a third. And then a second stomp to the foot. Pinhead tries once more to just fling Seth but this time, the veteran grapevines his legs around Pinhead’s bad wheel to cause serious strain and prevent him from delivering the suplex. Then a fourth well timed elbow strike to the face this time. The grip loosens slightly and then one last stomp on the foot and Pinhead finally gives up the german suplex idea opting to shove Seth with as much strength as he can muster in that moment. Seth ends up rebounding off the ropes from the force of that and again is able to connect with that clothesline. Two small steps back and the giant is wobbling with his arms flailing like he could go down. Again Seth rebounds off the ropes and opts for a different attack, a high running knee, with a primal yell to boot and the braced left knee connects under the chin of Pinhead and he stumbles back and then is saved by the ropes from falling! The fans gasp at almost seeing the giant go down but he rebounds off the ropes going for a charge but Seth is backstep retreating the entire way before pulling the top rope down and the big man takes a spill, getting his left leg tangled in the ropes! Amy Maynard: "The giant is caught up on those ropes! That might be the opening Seth has worked ALL match to get!" Sir Figgles: "You can’t be serious! There’s NO WAY Seth was able to premeditate that! It’s just too coincidental!" And then when Seth sees the giant tangled up in that situation, there’s that evil smirk creeping onto his face as he takes a stance on the apron and then he starts to stomp a mudhole in that knee, ignoring the ref’s warning and plees to let the giant go! The fans get louder with every stomp and when the ref gets to four on the five count, Seth just glares at the ref, informs the ref that he has until five to break and delivers one last stomp. As the ref scolds Iser for bad behaviour, he simply responds with a shrug and a smirk. After a literal one second break, he goes right back to stomping a mudhole in that knee before delivering one last verbal taunt to the giant, but his reward for that is getting grabbed by the throat by Pinhead who has sat himself up with his ridiculous core strength and thrown so far that Iser goes spine first into the ringpost and he recoils down on the floor as if his back is stiffening up slightly with a contorted face. Pinhead turns his attention to his tied up leg, it’s knotted up good and tight. He analyzes the situation the best he can, but ends up coming to the conclusion that if he pulls hard enough, he’ll get it loose. After trying that for a few moments, it proves pointless, all it’s doing is applying more pressure to the leg. That’s when Plan B comes into play… The Manic jumps up onto the apron at the opposite side of the ring, shouting insults at Iser, who’s still trying to collect himself. The official rushes over, warning The Manic to get down, or she’ll be ejected. The Manic battles the point however, giving Heath enough time to leap up onto the apron where Pinhead’s tied up. He pulls up the top rope, which in this case, due to the tie up, is really the middle rope, giving Pinhead just the opportunity he needs to pull his leg free. As Pinhead’s leg exits the knot, the ropes bounce back into their original position. The Manic jumps off the apron serving her purpose. But Iser has also recovered from the horrible throw and you hear him shout one thing in Japanese toward Pinhead. Seth Iser: "馬鹿" Sir Figgles: "What did he just say?" Amy Maynard: "I think...he just called Pinhead an idiot in Japanese." Sir Figgles: "Talk about throwing fuel on the fire." Pinhead turns around and charges towards Iser, a clear limp in his stride. Seth is retreating with a back pedal and still provoking the monster to chase after him shouting more vulgar Japanese terms that the sponsors won’t like. With each insult, Iser causes Pinhead to move a little faster, frustration pouring out alongside the sweat from his face, this cat and mouse game taking its toll. And then when in position, Seth suddenly steps forward, hooks Pinhead’s foot with his own feet and redirects his momentum right into the steel stairs with a drop toe hold. His knee bangs off of them and he’s at rest over the stairs but still not on the ground! Seth has a devious look as the gears are spinning in his brain further as he steps back on the apron and delivers three pointed stomps to the back of Pinhead’s skull, making his head bounce off the stairs before getting to the opposite side of where Pinhead is at rest and just kicking said stairs into his left knee cap! Pinhead grunts with each strike, wincing, and feeling the effects. Seth re-enters the ring now, getting chewed out by the ref for more unsportsmanlike conduct and he just responds to the ref with a mocking bow in the Japanese style before turning his attention back on Pinhead. The big man’s in the most pain we’ve ever seen him in, Iser has pushed him even further than Redd Thunder did in their cage match a few months back. Seth reaches through the ropes to try to pull the giant toward him but Pinhead responds with a wild, frenzied right that sends Iser flying back toward the center of the ring, down on one knee and moving his left wrist through his jaw to see if he still has all his teeth. This gives Pinhead the chance he needs to crawl back into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He takes a moment for his knee to recover a little, then finds his way back to his feet. He’s then met with Iser getting to his feet, grimacing before it seems like he digs down to yet another level and fires the three hardest punches he’s thrown yet right to the jaw of Pinhead! Pinhead stumbles back, thrown off by this sudden showing of power, and even has a small amount of blood oozing from his bottom lip. Seth, like a shark, fires a fourth the moment he sees the blood to get him disoriented just that little further before he goes with a running attack bouncing off the ropes and then with the giant wobbling, he goes downstairs with a football styled tackle that’d be a fifteen yard penalty in the NFL but perfectly legal in wrestling, targeting that left knee! Pinhead falls straight into the canvas, and the fans let out their loudest cheers of the match so far finally seeing the giant down! Seth is on his knees after that move, catching his breath after that wave of attacks he delivered before pulling himself up by the ring ropes and shouting to the audience ‘Now we go to school!’ before he uses his strength to pick up the giant’s left leg and place his foot dangling over the bottom rope. And then he backs himself to the corner and then delivers a pointed knee drop across that ailing knee cap of Pinhead! If it weren’t for the fans cheering, one could swear they heard a severe pop in Pinhead’s knee. The giant shouts aggressively, the pain something he’s not quite felt before, at least not in a very long time. Amy Maynard: "Seth Iser perhaps just put on a master class of patience. He took his time, got thrown around in a manner that he may never have been in his entire career, but finally he chopped the redwood down and is now enjoying the fruits of his labor with that advantage!" Seth exits the ring once more and the fans are getting truly eager knowing where he’s going next. He’s gritting his teeth and pulling that leg toward the ring post! He even fires off one right hand to the skull of the exhausted giant to get him to quit fighting the move before he lets out one more giant yell and pull to get him toward that ring post! And then Seth, without any remorse, slams Pinhead’s left knee into the ring post making a loud noise with it on contact! Pinhead recoils upward in pain just to get punched right in the jaw from Seth’s dangerous right hand. The veteran takes a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow and keep his wind before repeating the process, slamming Pinhead’s left knee cap into the post a second time! Again, Pinhead recoils up on instinct and yet again, Seth delivers that second right hand to the jaw. Then he clonks that knee a third time into the ring post. There isn’t a recoil from the giant this time and Seth’s eyes have evil intentions all over them. He crosses both legs into a particular hold that the fans cheer knowing what he’s doing. Then the veteran puts on the ringpost figure four on the giant and he’s just ripping at the knee with his own knowledge of how every little inch of leverage gained just adds that much more weight of pressure! That much more pain! And Seth’s eyes are almost bulging out as he’s torturing this man in this hold! Pinhead’s eyes bulge too, his out of sheer pain. Iser continues to apply the pressure, as the ref starts the count. Pinhead sits up, trying his best to pry his legs free, but it’s no use. His efforts, size, and strength are instead being used against him in this cruel hold! As the ref hits the four count, the hold is broken, when Heath’s boots slam square into Seth’s skull after a baseball slide to act as Pinhead’s saving grace. But was it truly such? Because as Heath hit the slide, it only caused Pinhead’s knee to bend even more before it was freed. The bell is rung, this incredible bout, unfortunately ends in disqualification. And the fans greet Heath’s interjection with a giant boovation. WINNER: Seth Iser BY: DQ, 13:17 |
Amy Maynard: "An impromptu match, and it was a great contest. Until the Revolution came out to ruin."
Sir Figgles: "I always though Heath and his gang would have an easy task at the ppv. I mean, when you have a monster in your ranks it really tips the scale in your favor. But now, Kelsey found her own..."
Amy Maynard: "Seth Iser is a game changer. His brain and physical dominance, Kelsey's heart, Christian's experience and Kristina's recklessness and taste for violence... That's one hell of a team assembled, one that can definitely pull the miracle."
Sir Figgles: "I always though Heath and his gang would have an easy task at the ppv. I mean, when you have a monster in your ranks it really tips the scale in your favor. But now, Kelsey found her own..."
Amy Maynard: "Seth Iser is a game changer. His brain and physical dominance, Kelsey's heart, Christian's experience and Kristina's recklessness and taste for violence... That's one hell of a team assembled, one that can definitely pull the miracle."
After the match, Pinhead backs himself away from the post and towards the ropes, leaning up against them and clenching his jaw to push past the pain. His leg refuses to move, but that doesn’t stop the brute from punching it a few times to get the blood flowing. On the outside, Heath and co are already wailing on Iser, giving him boot after boot, The Manic in high heels. After a few more stomps, Heath pulls Iser to his feet, and irish whips him straight into the steel steps.
“Let’s see how you like it, huh?!” Heath shouts, before going over and kicking Iser in the back of the knee a few times.
He then, with the aid of The Mutt, picks Iser up and rolls him into the ring. Seth looks up groggily but still fully defiant, at Pinhead who stares over at him with an oddly mixed sense of hate, and satisfaction. It’s been a while since Pinhead’s been taken to such limits, if ever. And even through the exhaustion and pain, you actually hear Seth let out a weak laugh reminiscent of the one he had when he and Kelsey were discussing Heath.
“You proved my point again…boy.” the veteran taunts Heath with that same chilling laugh.
Heath slides into the ring and stares down at Iser with gritted teeth. “You want a point to prove, Seth? Huh?! You want a point to prove?! Oh, I’ll give you a goddamn point to prove you ugly little weasel!”
Williams aggressively boots Iser in the stomach, and again, and again, and again. He then gestures towards The Mutt, who goes fishing underneath the ring. It comes back out with a steel chair, and tosses it to Williams over the top rope. Heath catches it, and readies himself to drive it into Iser’s skull, when…
KELSEY SPENCER, KRISTINA SPENCER, AND CHRISTIAN MICHAELS ALL COME BURSTING OUT THROUGH THE CURTAIN!
As they further up the ramp, it becomes apparent that they haven’t come empty handed. Michaels brandishes the very same rebar he brought to Riot several weeks ago, as Krissy swings her barbwire bat violently at the air. Kelsey wields no weapon, but she’s ready to brawl nonetheless. As they near the apron, Heath turns towards them, steel chair ready, as Seth throws him a raspy chuckle.
Heath raises the chair over his head, and slams it down against the top rope as the Self-Die Squad try to enter the ring. The married couple take a step back, murmuring a game plan, but Krissy has other ideas. She spots The Manic and The Mutt at the otherside of the ring, and immediately sprints towards them. She turns the corner, and screams as she charges at them with the barbwire bat cutting through the air above her head. The two Revolution members have no choice but to flee over the barricade and into the crowd, no time to think of any counter measures. Krissy whacks the barricade multiple times, shouting threats at the escapees as the front row cheers.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Heath’s threatening that if Kelsey and Christian come a step closer, he’ll give Iser a mouthful of chair, all the while keeping an eye on Krissy too. Heath turns his neck to Pinhead, and tells him to retreat. Krissy tries to slip in underneath the bottom rope, but Kelsey tells her to halt, as Heath once again directs the chair at Iser’s face. Pinhead grunts and slides himself to the outside, limping over to the opposite barricade that The Manic and The Mutt fled over. He uses all his might to get his injured knee over, and starts limping through the crowd.
Krissy sees an opening toward Pinhead as Heath turns his attention to CM and Kelsey. Heath spots Krissy in his peripherals, and as he turns his attention towards her, having had enough, Michaels slides into the ring, rebar in hand. Heath gets caught off guard, and this gives Iser the opportunity to boot him in the shin. Heath stumbles, causing Krissy to divert her attention to the ring, sliding in with her bat ready, eyes locked on him now.
As Heath takes a knee, CM brings that rebar down with full force, but Williams is able to just barely block the attack by raising the steel chair in front of his face. The sound of clashing metal fills the air, and Heath quickly drops the chair and rolls to the outside. He rushes towards the same barricade Pinhead climbed over, and lifts himself on top of it. He takes one final look back to make sure he isn’t being chased, but as he does so, he’s met with a huge drop kick from Kelsey Spencer, that sends flying to the other side. He manages to land on his feet, though seemingly tweaking an ankle on the way down, and stumbles off into the distance. Kelsey climbs to her feet, and watches Heath as he walks further and further away, before getting into the ring. She takes a moment to check on Seth who turns to the side coughing from the various slams in the mid section but is otherwise okay.
Iser shuffles back and leans against the ropes, as the rest of the team all climb up onto a respective turnbuckle. Krissy yells at the sky with her bat pointed up in the air. CM has his rebar rested against his shoulder, fast-paced nodding as the crowd cheers. Kelsey stands with one foot perched on the top turnbuckle, forearm sitting on her knee as she stares Williams down, who’s still making his getaway through the crowd.
Williams stops before he reaches the exit and turns around, heavy breaths. The two team leaders stare each other down with strong intent. Heath cracks a grin, the adrenaline pumping. Kelsey smirks in return. Only eight days remain until eight different souls, enter that forsaken War Games structure with their livelihoods on the line. Only one team can win. Who will walk out of the Tokyo Dome with the victory, and who will be taken out via stretcher? Find out at Big In Japan.
Tag Team Match
Henri Black & Glory Braddock VS Pierce Manning & Jenni Anderson
A match that has been building for over a month, since Jenni and Pierce interfered in Henri and Glory’s match back at Way Of The Dragon. A lot of buzzing surrounded Braddock especially after the events of SCW ppv Day Of Infamy. She already showed a different attitude on social media, and carried it inside the ring tonight, showing a more aggressive side as she started the match against Pierce Manning. She was now near the ropes, holding on the top one as she stomped the hell out of Manning after knocking him down with a ddt. She didn’t stop, not even after the referee counted to four to the point where the official had to drag her away, admonishing her sternly. Pierce rolled under the bottom rope, laying on the apron to recover after the ruthless and unexpected beginning of the match. He slowly pulled himself up, ready to get back in the ring but before he could step in Glory came at full speed with a dropkick, sending him crashing against the barricades outside. Jenni came to check on him, Braddock took the chance and launched herself through the ropes taking Anderson down with a suicide dive. Glory didn’t seem in a mood for any team work, leaving Henri sitting on his hands on the apron as she was now taking on Jenni after having beaten up Pierce in the first minutes. The Best In The World was certainly living up her moniker tonight, pinning Jenni with a wonderful bridging northern lights suplex, only for a two count though. Black was eager to take part on this match, but his request kept falling on deaf ears. Even when Jenni turned things around with a chin breaker, planting her on her head with the TrickyDT. The tag was made, Pierce joining Jenni inside the ring and sending Glory against the ropes, launching her in the air for a pop up powerbomb into a double knee backbreaker from Anderson. Manning made the tag, but Henri broke it up. And eventually the Australian entered the ring after taking a tag when his partner stumbled to the corner. Jenni was the legal competitor for her team and Black charged at her with a missile dropkick that sent Anderson into her corner. It didn’t seem a mistake, nor accidental. He wanted Manning who took the tag and answered the challenge. There was no love lost between the two who began trading hevy strikes without caring too much about a perfect technique. A pure brawl, the momentum switching between the two of them as those stiff shots kept flying back and forth. Until Manning raised his knee and hit Henri in the stomach, sending him against the ropes with an Irish whip and leaping on him taking him down with a Lou Thesz Press, raining more strikes to the face. The ruthless aggression earned him a warning from the official as some of them were clearly brought with a closed fist, as the knuckles signs on Black’s face were testifying. Things heated up after that, the ref had to give a warning to Henri as Black after he tried to choke Manning in the corner. The feeling the fans got was that either this match ended quick or it would have gotten out of hand. And that was exactly what happened after both Pierce’s TBTM (Gory Neckbreaker) and Henri’s Black Sacrament failed to get the job done because of the respective partner’s intervention. The consequence of these reiterate interferences was an all out brawl with all four wrestlers involved, with the referee unable to restore the order. It lasted almost two minutes until the official, frustrated for being constantly ignored, decided to throw the match. WINNER: // BY: No Contest, 14:16 |
Sir Figgles: "The referee completely lost it."
Amy Maynard: "I wouldn't blame him, it wasn't easy to keep these four in check"
Sir Figgles: "Oh no doubt... I'm sure next week another chapter will be added to the rivalry between these four. The question is, will it be the last?"
Amy Maynard: "I wouldn't blame him, it wasn't easy to keep these four in check"
Sir Figgles: "Oh no doubt... I'm sure next week another chapter will be added to the rivalry between these four. The question is, will it be the last?"
MWE Championship Match
Melissa Reeves (c) VS TBAAmy Maynard: “It’s time for the main event ladies and gentlemen. And it’s safe to say, this is the biggest main event we had on Riot in a long time.” Sir Figgles: “It always is when the top champion deigns to visit the orange brand, especially with the title on the line.” Amy Maynard: “It only happened once before tonight. Last year, April 27th, Riot in Saskatchewan, Canada. The at the time champion was Chris Kane, who defended it against Eliza Valentine and, after that match ended in a disqualification, against SERO, who took the title from him. And, just like tonight, it was the last show before the ppv.” Sir Figgles: “The precedent doesn’t look good for the defending champ. and she doesn’t even know who her challenger is…” Amy Maynard: “Neither do we.. Anyway, it won’t be long until we find out. Here comes the champ!” “No End In Sight” by Killswitch Engage blared out of the loudspeakers, the MWE Champion Melissa Reeves came out on the stage and quickly walked down the ramp and entered the ring, waiting for her opponent. The lights dimmed down, creating an atmosphere, the tension growing as we wait to find out who was facing the MWE Champion tonight. Purple neon lights start dancing to the rhythm of Billie Eilish’s “Bad Guy”, a loud roar rising from the sold out Saitama crowd. Amy Maynard: “She’s here! We saw the clip tonight announcing her arrival, but nobody was waiting her so soon! Melody Lennox is on Riot!” The Villainess walked down the ramp, a wide smile on her face as she kept staring at Reeves. The MWE champion didn’t flinch, seemingly happy with the challenger rather than concerned. The two women were staring now face to face, the referee raising the title in the air. Amy Maynard: “Melody Lennox, Melissa Reeves. MWE Championship on the line. It’s going down here in Saitama!” The match started with Melody immediately showing how her speed could create some problems to Reeves as she ducked a roundhouse kick and took Mel down with a sweep kick. She went immediately for the double foot stomp, but the champion rolled away, getting up to her feet and rocking the opponent with a forearm to the jaw, immediately grabbing her for a belly to belly suplex. Sir Figgles: “They’re certainly holding nothing back… Whoa!” Amy Maynard: “Melody landed on her feet!” A great show of athleticism by Lennox, who then taunted the MWE Champion. The Reaver didn’t take it well and slapped her across the face, whipping the challenger against the ropes and connecting a dropkick. The TRULY Wicked rolled out of the ring, but neither there she was safe from the champ’s suicide dive. Amy Maynard: “Melissa is wasting no time and quickly brings the match back inside the ring.” Sir Figgles: “The ringside area is such a dangerous place, I don’t blame her at all.” Before she could get back in Melody hit her with a forearm to the face, jumping over the top rope and joining Melissa on the apron, landing a couple more shots before dropping her down with a ddt on the apron. Sir Figgles: “See? This is was I meant.” Lennox brought the fight back within the ropes, trying to capitalize on the advantage earned with a cover, only obtaining a two count. She kept her offense going, putting a lot of pressure on the champ with some devastating kicks, including the beautiful to see and extremely effective Common Sense (front-flipping walkover one-legged scorpion kick). Down she went, while Melody climbed up on the apron, jumping for one of her various finishing maneuvers, the Crescendo, a moonsault diving double foot stomp adopted from Ricky Valero (and according to Melody improved by her). Too bad Reeves once again rolled out of harm’s way. Amy Maynard: “As expected, Melody is giving the champion a run for her money.” Sir Figgles: “Wait a second, something seems off…” The former wrestler’s keen eye noticed what most people did miss. A slight grimace of pain on Melody’s face as her knee gave out for the shortest of moments. Jacob Figgins wasn’t the only one to spot it, though. Reeves noticed it as well and immediately launched herself shoulder first on that leg. Like a shark smelling blood, Reeves focused her attacks on that part of the challenger’s body, stomping the knee and looking to apply a leg lock. Lennox used her free leg to kick the champion and break free before Melissa could do any damage, rolling under the bottom rope to find a break. Amy Maynard: “This could be the key of the match, Melody has to be extremely careful.” Reeves had no intention on slowing down, grabbing the opponent and dragging her back in the ring. Lennox surprised her with a thump to the eye, grabbing the champion from the back of her head and, from the apron, dragged her toward the corner slamming her face against the turnbuckle. With the champion stumbling toward the middle of the ring, Melody went once again up on the top rope and jumped with a diving bulldog. She rolled Melissa on her back and hooked the leg, obtaining another near fall. Sir Figgles: “This was close…” And it wasn’t even the closest Lennox went to the shocking win, as a couple of minutes later she knocked down Melissa with a spinning heel kick after a one handed cartwheel evasion. The referee’s hand stopped half a inch from the mat. Amy Maynard: “How did she kick out?” Melody looked shocked but she didn’t waste any time trying to complain to the referee, focusing on her opponent instead. Again those kicks, resulting incredibly effective. At least until Melissa managed to block one of them, dropping an elbow to the knee. The champion once again began to work on the leg, opting now for a figure four. Sir Figgles: “Smart strategy from the champion.” Lennox dragged herself and reached the ropes, staying sit staring at Reeves while holding her knee. A smile appeared on the champion’s face, who waited for the challenger to stand up to charge and dive toward her for a chop block. Melody leaped and avoided her, hitting the ropes on the opposite side to drive her knee to the champion’s face. The move hurt her as well, but it didn’t prevent her from making the cover, obtaining only a two count. Amy Maynard: “This took a lot out of Melody, and all for a two count…” Stealing a page from her opponent’s playbook, Melissa landed on her feet after a german suplex and she quickly pushed Melody chest first against the corner. As she rebounded back, Reeves was there, waiting for her. Amy Maynard: “Reaver slam! Can this be it?” Sir Figgles: “She’s not going for the cover, she’s going for the Iron Lock!” That was it, the vicious heel hook was locked in. Lennox resisted for way over a minute but eventually she had to give up. WINNER: Melissa Reeves (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Submission (Iron Lock), 19:11 |
Amy Maynard: "And she retains! Melissa Reeves is STILL... Oh no!"
Sir Figgles: "Ha! I love this!"
Melissa was standing on the stage, smiling after once again retaining the MWE Championship. Her eyes were still to the ring, perhaps to pay respect to an opponent who really pushed or to the limit, or maybe to shove in her face the fact that, despite the affort, she failed to capture the gold. From behind came Chris Constantine, clubbing the champion with a hard strike to the back of the head. Mel was down on her knees, the title laying on the ramp. CCJ moved in front of her and whispered something the camera couldn't quite catch, before lifting Reeves and planting her with the American Strong Piledriver on the stage. The boos were deafening, the record setting crowd showing all their disapproval from this cheap and coward action. The founder of APE didn't care, picking up the title from the stage and raising it over his head. And on that image, the show ended.
Sir Figgles: "Ha! I love this!"
Melissa was standing on the stage, smiling after once again retaining the MWE Championship. Her eyes were still to the ring, perhaps to pay respect to an opponent who really pushed or to the limit, or maybe to shove in her face the fact that, despite the affort, she failed to capture the gold. From behind came Chris Constantine, clubbing the champion with a hard strike to the back of the head. Mel was down on her knees, the title laying on the ramp. CCJ moved in front of her and whispered something the camera couldn't quite catch, before lifting Reeves and planting her with the American Strong Piledriver on the stage. The boos were deafening, the record setting crowd showing all their disapproval from this cheap and coward action. The founder of APE didn't care, picking up the title from the stage and raising it over his head. And on that image, the show ended.