Post by gvb on Feb 9, 2020 7:52:35 GMT -6
MWE presents: Big In Japan -night 1
Live from Tokyo Dome in Tokio
Saturday, February 8th, 2020
Cutting right inside the Tokyo Dome we are welcomed by the loud cheers of the Japanese fans. The anticipation for the first night of Big In Japan, the final chapter of MWE successfull Japanese tour couldn't be any higher, and the noise the fans are making testifies that. Suddenly, pyrotechnics explode on the stage as Guano Apes' "Big In Japan" blares out of the loudspeakers. The camera moves all over the fans, some of them carrying signs for their favorite wrestlers, others wearing their merchandise... All of them excited to be here tonight. Finally the camera reaches the ringside area where we find the tables of the two announcing teams. Sir Figgles and Amy Maynard for riot and... Hold on, that's not Jessi Idol. Sitting next to a Peyton Holland is a beautiful blonde, dressed in a fancy white dress. Her neck and hands, the only parts not covered by the dress are decorated with various tattoos.
Peyton Holland:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Big In Japan! Allow me to introduce to you my new partner, Ambra Monroe.
Ambra Monroe:
Thank you Peyton and good evening everyone. It's a true pleasure for me to be here in this historic night. The whole tour was a major success but tonight? We crushed every attendance record.
Amy Maynard:
That's right Ambra. And with a card like this? Nobody's surprised.
Sir Figgles:
Ten matches, four titles on the line. There's just so much at stake.
Ambra Monroe:
It's going to be a long night of wrestling, the main event, the Cloud Gate Championship two out of three falls match... Those alone promise to go far over the average length of a match.
Peyton Holland:
Most definitely. So why don't we cut the chat and kick off the show?
Amy Maynard:
Good idea! The opening contest is a fatal 4-way for the Junior Heavyweight Championship, which means... We're up Figgles!
Sir Figgles:
What? I just ordered myself a latte dammit!
Our Junior Heavyweight champion, Liv Mercer, is sitting for a special broadcast with some of the Millennium fans prior to her four way title defense to kick off Big In Japan. Liv is dressed in some brand new ring gear in a combination of gold and black to properly show off her status as one of the reigning champions in the company. Besides where Liv is sitting, there is a large television screen where the fans will be appearing to ask her some questions.
Liv Mercer:
I’m ready whenever you guys are.
Liv makes a quick motion with one hand as she uses the other to keep a firm hold on her much loved championship belt that she has placed over her shoulder to display with pride. One of the sound technicians nods before speaking into a headset and after a few moments, the screen comes to life, and Liv is pleasantly surprised to see her good friend Millie Smith.
Liv Mercer:
Millie!
Millie Smith:
Hey Hey.
Millie shyly waves her hands which are covered a little by her Liv hoody sleeves. She’s sitting cross-legged and filming on her phone her little message.
Millie Smith:
I hope you’re well, Liv!
Liv Mercer:
Of course, I’ve got a big defense coming up, but I’m confident that I can walk away with my championship belt still in my possession. Those three others are too focused on their own trivial issues to keep their attention focused on what’s really important.
Liv taps her championship belt with her index finger as if to make her point.
Millie Smith:
My question, um...err is who is it most important to defeat tonight out of the three?
Liv is now tapping her index finger up against her chin as she gives Millie’s question some serious thought.
Liv Mercer:
Well, I admit that I would love to get a bit of personal revenge on Nina after our last match, but I would very much enjoy to pin down The Show for the big win. I feel like she needs a reminder of who’s show it is exactly and that happens to be The Liv Show, which it has been since day one, but honestly I’ll just be happy to show them all why I’m the champion in the first place.
Millie can be seen, after the delay, showing the Liv Show on her hoody.
Millie Smith:
Riot shows are the Liv Show.
Liv Mercer:
That’s right, and Big In Japan will be no different, but I think I need to answer questions from other fans now Millie. Keep watching tonight!
Millie Smith:
Ok! Good luck! Bye, Liv.
Millie smiles and waves as her feed gets cut off promptly by one of the Millennium tech people. It isn’t long before another fan appears on the screen, this time a male fan who is also wearing some of Liv’s merchandise. His smile grows bigger upon seeing Liv sitting there.
Male Fan:
Liv, you’re my dream girl, what does a guy like me have to do to get a date with a girl like you?
Liv raises one eyebrow before she looks around slightly almost as if she was trying to avoid the question before she turns her attention back to the screen.
Liv Mercer:
That’s never going to happen, I’m sorry, any fan of mine should be more than well aware of the fact I’m happily engaged to Oz. He always supports me, in fact, he’s going to be there tonight at ringside to watch me retain my Junior Heavyweight championship belt.
Liv makes a motion for the feed to be cut before the fan has a chance to respond. A smile of relief washes over her features before the feed comes back to life with another fan. This time a young girl who appears to be very excited about this moment with her idol.
Young Fan:
Liv! Do you feel any pressure going into tonight’s big match against three opponents? It’s a tough fight and almost impossible to walk away still champion, but I know you can do it!
Liv Mercer:
Of course I can, a four way match is how I even became the Junior Heavyweight champion in the first place, and I know that I’ve got the focus and the drive unlike my opponents. Nina got lucky once, The Show is still a rookie, and I can’t even figure out what Cheesecake is supposed to be if I’m being honest. All in all, it makes for three women who are in over their heads, and I make for one confident champion who’s ready to keep my title reign strong. In fact, I think it’s close to the time I go out there, so if you’ll excuse me…
Liv stands up as she removes the microphone that had been placed on her shirt, giving her fan one quick wave, before she turns on her heels with her championship belt still proudly displayed on her shoulder. The scene fades as Liv is getting ready to make her way to the ring.
Backstage…
Jenni Anderson can be seen inside of her private, paid for locker-room. As she stretches her arms, clad already in her wrestling gear, she speaks to an unseen individual.
Jenni Anderson:
Yes, tonight is the night I have been waiting YEARS for. Glory Braddock… the self-proclaimed “Best in the World”... one on one. I get exactly what I have wanted since GCW.
She laughs a bit, as another voice laughs as well.
Jenni Anderson:
Far be it for me to critique her wrestling acumen. But for Glory to call herself the “Best in the World” is just… intellectually dishonest, you know? So she’s won fourteen World Championships. She either lost them all or wasn’t good enough as Champion to even keep those companies afloat. What kind of “Best in the World” would be proud of being part of a roster that killed a company? And don’t get me started on the reigns in GCW, the company she owns. And she claims I abused power by buying victories from lesser opposition? It was more of a courtesy than anything… a chance for people who would never really make it in the industry to get a few extra bucks before they fizzle out into nothing. If anything…
Jenni gives a wry grin, chuckling again.
Jenni Anderson:
...I’m a humanitarian. Look at what happened to that poor referee right here in MWE. I offer generously to provide money that he needed to live out a dream and what happens? Henri Black threatens his well-being. Just miserable people, truly. But I’m not letting that deter me. I am going to be a star… a top-tier Champion here. I’m going to go to the ring and show Glory that her claims of being “Best in the World” are quite simply… lies. And that’s where you come in.
Stepping from the shadows is a security guard. Embroidered upon his golf shirt is the word “Supervisor”, indicating that this may well be the head of security for MWE or the arena.
Jenni Anderson:
I don’t trust that Glory Braddock is going to take tonight very well. See, she’s going to attack me with everything she can to try and prove her point and put me down emphatically. But what she’s going to learn is that she is not good enough to do it on her own. She’s going to start to resort to nefarious means to try and steal victory from me, all in the facade of being the “Best in the World”. I simply need you to stop her.
Jenni procures an envelope from a nearby table, passing it over to the men.
Jenni Anderson:
I think you’ll find my offer is quite generous. That $10,000 should be considered a down payment. If you do this right and make sure Glory can’t steal a victory from me, there may be room for you in my empire. Fail and… well…
She leers, moving closer to him.
Jenni Anderson:
Don’t fail.
Jenni breaks her leer, smiling as she steps back.
Jenni Anderson:
Do we have an understanding?
Security:
Ma’am, we have an understanding.
Jenni Anderson:
Good. Tell your underlings what’s going on. I think this could be the start of something… beautiful.
She leans up, kissing the guard on the cheek before sending him away. As the security guard leaves, Jenni gives a knowing smile as the scene cuts.
Junior Heavyweight Championship Match
Fatal 4-way
Liv Mercer (c) VS Nina VS Cheesecake VS Leia LeBeauFatal 4-way
The Junior Heavyweight Championship was on the line in the first match of the Big In Japan pay-per-view. Four young women whose paths have crossed quite often during this tour, ready to battle it out for the championship Liv has held onto for 99 days. A lot of tension preceded the bell, Nina bringing the heath going in everyone’s face, taunting and provoking everyone. Especially the champion, reminding Liv how she made her tap a couple of weeks ago, de facto earning her shot in Osaka. Liv smiled, not taking the bait and waiting until the bell rang to remind Nina why she was the champion, catching the Chicago born with a stiff shot to the jaw. Leia tried to catch Cheesecake off guard swinging her neverending leg, but the agile arizonan ducked it and went for the ropes, jumping on the middle one and knocking LeBeau down with a springboard back elbow. Nina rolled out of the ring after Liv’s roundhouse kick knocked her lights out. This left Cheesecake and Mercer as the only two standing, staring at each other before locking up. With the size and strength advantage definitely on the champion’s side, Cheesecake had to take the low road, stomping her foot and jumping to connect with a knee to the chin. The youngest of the pack charged at the champion, looking to go for a wheelbarrow bulldog but Nina, living up to her “snake” moniker, silently slid back in and caught Cheesecake with a codebreaker. Mercer kicked her but this time the Snakebite saw that coming and grabbed her leg, taking the champion down with a dragon screw and, flaunting a second to none technique, transitioned into the Leg Constrictor in one fluid motion. A nightmare for Liv, once again trapped in the excruciating Sambo knee bar. Leia bailed her out with a dropkick to Nina’s face. The action was quick and chaotic, a lot of near falls and outside interferences, especially from Oz Dalton, kept the referee quite busy and the fans on the edge of their seats. Cheesecake was taking a break on the outside, protected by her BFF, Big Barv. Inside the ring, Leia was shining, her long legs allowing her to keep her opponents at distance. She knocked them out both in rapid succession with a superkick each, making the cover to Nina first for a two count and then trying the same with Liv, for the same result. The Jet CIty Woman started showing the first signs of frustration, slamming her fist on the mat. When she got up to her feet, Cheesecake was already flying toward her with a hurricanrana into a pin, almost picking up the win. With the near falls becoming more and more frequent something switched in Mercer, who decided to restore some order inside the ring. The first victim was the Showgirl, unceremoniously dropped on the outside with a suplex from the champ. Cheesecake tried to capitalize and knock Liv out of the ring. But when she charged, Liv dropped down and lowered the top rope. Her agility allowed Cheesecake to land on the apron, but a superkick knocked her off it and sent her flying against Leia. It was down to Liv and Nina now, the defending Champion looking to deadlift the Chicago born with a German suplex but the Snakebite blocked it with her leg, broke the hold and switched into one of her own. She suddenly rolled backwards, pinning Liv’s shoulders to the mat for another two count. The two were back on their feet and once again Nina was quick to strike with her Snakebite (Axe Kick). Oz immediately jumped on the apron and distracting the referee, possibly saving his girlfriend from capitulating. By the time the official was done with him (with the help of Camari who pulled him down) and turned around, Mercer had had enough time to recover and kicked out in two. Another interference, this time from the former Riot interviewer who tripped LeBeau’s leg when the Showgirl hit the ropes to gain some speed for her Jet City Jive on Nina, was the last straw for the referee. Having had enough of managers and the like, he sent off Camari, Oz and even Big Barv who, in all fairness, did nothing wrong up to that moment. Of course this caused some commotion amongst the three wrestlers who saw their dears, and possibly their aces up their sleeves in case of need, being removed from the equation. LeBeau, who was the only one who came into this match alone, took advantage of the situation, kicking Nina in the stomach and dropping her down with the Seattle Slutdrop. Cheesecake knocked the Showgirl down with a swift Spinning Heel Kick, turning around to a foot to the chin from the champion. The Stay Grounded connected, but the young Arizonan wisely rolled out of the ring, avoiding getting pinned. Mercer then turned around and saw Nina starting to pull herself up. A curb stomp put the Snakebite down once again, giving the champion the chance to lock her in her Liv Lock. As match as she must have enjoyed watching Nina suffering, Leia had to save her rival, kicking Liv’s skull hard. With an Irish Whip, she sent the champion in the corner and charged at full speed, connecting her devastating Claymore kick called Jet City Jive. With a loud and clear “Hey bitch!”, Nina caused the Showgirl to turn around, dropping her down with another Snakebite kick. Cheesecake sneaked behind Nina’s shoulders, rolling her up with a schoolboy pin and almost stealing the win. The former intern kicked out, eating a superkick right in the mush from the daughter of Trip Johnson who now leaped onto the top rope and from there connected a picture perfect corkscrew senton, picking up the win and the Junior Heavyweight Championship with the Star In The Night. WINNER: Cheesecake (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Star In The Night), 11:44 |
Amy Maynard: "What a way to start the night! We crowned a new champ!"
Sir Figgles: "And it's my girl Cheesecake! I knew she could do it!"
Amy Maynard: "What? You just told me you voted for Leia in the poll..."
Sir Figgles: "Deception is the base of Ninja training Amy... Why is it that I always have to explain everything to you?"
Amy Maynard: "Anyway, congratulations to the new Junior Heavyweight Champion. It's a shame to see Liv's reign coming to an end just shy of 100 days..."
Sir Figgles: "And it's my girl Cheesecake! I knew she could do it!"
Amy Maynard: "What? You just told me you voted for Leia in the poll..."
Sir Figgles: "Deception is the base of Ninja training Amy... Why is it that I always have to explain everything to you?"
Amy Maynard: "Anyway, congratulations to the new Junior Heavyweight Champion. It's a shame to see Liv's reign coming to an end just shy of 100 days..."
We get a break from this evening to see that Vincent Moretti has taken his office to a peculiar store just outside of the arena in Tokyo rather than the arena itself. There are people working diligently to make coffee, lattes, and any caffeinated beverage you desire. And right in the middle of all of this is where Vincent has his not so decorated desk as he straightens his tie on his professional looking suit with his free hand while still palming the cane.
Vincent Moretti:
I love my job!
He lets out with a smile leaning back on his chair and glancing at the one television that’s above the shop that’s airing the PPVs he helped put together live with a smirk.
Vincent Moretti:
Everyone makes money, the perks are phenomenal, and the best part of it all is...we get free lattes for our stop in Tokyo! All I had to do was put my office here for a little publicity and now everyone is happy! Hell, I even get a free latte.
There is one suited guy overseeing all of this who had a stern expression but he nods in approval as a smile creeps onto his face. The people working tell a different story as they are grunting and agitated with the camera and space they now have to work around. One of the workers then goes to hand Vincent a latte on his request and Moretti palms it in his hand with a cat-like smile.
Vincent Moretti:
Again...I love my job.
The door opens and in comes Donovan Keane, one half of the Nightfall Rising. He’s wearing a black hoodie with the logo of Chris Night’s gym printed on the back over his wrestling trunks… With no pants. And why would he? His match is up next… Which explains the surprise on Vincent’s face as he notices the young wrestler there.
Donovan Keane:
What the hell? I thought they were joking when they said your office was here…
Vincent Moretti:
Donovan, I didn’t hear you knock! But at least it seems like you’re dressed wearing your Sunday best!
Vincent’s words don’t seem to impress Donovan any further and that makes his smile recede slightly as he puts the latte he was going to drink down on his office desk.
Vincent Moretti:
What can I do for you though?
Donovan Keane:
I have some… concerns about my match.
The young wrestler admits, scratching his head. His eyes begin scanning the “office”, before resting back on the Riot General Manager.
Donovan Keane:
You heard what that crazy chick said, right? You saw her eyes when she said that she’s gonna snap me
Vincent listens to the young wrestler’s complaint about the matter leaning back on his chair while tapping his fingers on his supportive cane.
Vincent Moretti:
You picked an interesting path when you annihilated a cake on television. Though I do wonder what conversations were had with the cake owner that his cake artistry was being annihilated in front of the entire world on a wrestling show. I wish I were privy to that. Though I have zero control over that show considering the brand I run.
You see Moretti’s face get quite serious though after recapping that.
Vincent Moretti:
But you know I can’t just change the card now unless an injury happens. We advertised it and everyone wants to see what the hell happens when all of your teams fight. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if the winner had some...championship implications going forward.
Donnie’s eyes gleam at the mention of a possible title shot. In the far corner of the frame, the door opens once again, catching Moretti’s attention.
Donovan Keane:
Oh really?
Donovan yells in a ridiculously loud tone of voice, causing the GM to turn back to him.
Donovan Keane:
That’d be cool, really. Anyway, it’s not the cake princess I’m worried about. She’s like Gandhi or something, I’m quite sure she forgave me already for the cake incident and she’s probably gonna hug me or something mid-match…
Vincent doesn’t seem too convinced but he lets the young man speak. A female figure sneaks into the office, moving silently through the store.
Donovan Keane:
I’m talking about the other one, the crazy Polish bitch… Can you like… I don’t know... Add a stipulation where if she hits me they lose by disqualification?
Vincent doesn’t detect the female in his office in the slightest as he processes the complaint.
Vincent Moretti:
You know that isn’t very sporty to do that. It’s a triple threat anyway. The rules are going to be far more relaxed than normal to begin with. Look at it this way though, in that scenario, if you win, there’s even less doubt. It’ll give you a stronger case and me a stronger case for getting you where ultimately every tag team here wants to be.
The mysterious woman is now circling around Moretti’s desk, crouching down so that he wouldn’t see her in the reflection on the window. Donovan, keeps trying to make up his case, clearly he’s buying some time for his partner in crime, whatever their plan is.
Donovan Keane:
Yeah, I get that. And, between me and you, there’s no doubt that we deserve the shot. REGARDLESS of the outcome of tonight’s match…
But, follow me on this one…
He puts his arm on Vince’s shoulder, almost as if he was talking with his tag partner Jay rather than one of his employers.
Donovan Keane:
Why would you want to risk losing one half of the best tag teams on this company? And for what? Because I outsmarted Fabulous? They should take it up to the ref, he’s the one who fucked up. I’m the victim here, you should protect me! Why are you throwing me under the bus like this, man?
Vincent looks a little off put about this for a moment just looking at the arm.
Vincent Moretti:
You can let go.
Donnie retreats his hand, apologizing to the General Manager. He then stares at him, simply waiting for the answer.
Vincent Moretti:
I grant that to you and then who else comes in with an even bigger request? The extent of what I or anyone else can do is to punish any extra curricular activity. After what happened on the first Riot I really don’t have the tolerance for that kind of behavior. But it is in the ring. Just imagine how much more satisfying it can be knowing you have this in your brain but you win this one too? Who the hell doubts you at that point? A ref? Another tag team? It isn’t being thrown under the bus. It’s the ultimate case maker for you, really.
Donovan quickly glances to his right, spotting a raised thumb. The mission was accomplished.
Donovan Keane:
You know what? I’m sold.
He says, quickly changing his demeanor. From a pleading stance complete with the fakest puppy eyes you ever saw back to his usual confident smile. He even pats Moretti’s shoulder once again, despite the General Manager making it clear it didn’t appreciate the gesture the first time.
Donovan Keane:
You’re the best, boss! That’s exactly the pep talk I needed..
He points at the door.
Donovan Keane:
… But now I really gotta go, boss Lady already scolded me last time for missing the match. Pretty sure I’m on her black list or something, and it’d be a bad look if I show up late tonight. You know how women are…
With a shrug, he takes leave from Vince, heading to the door. Leia LeBeau is there, waiting for him. She waves her hand at Vincent as Donnie opens the door for her before stepping out of the office as well. A perplexed Moretti watches the young couple head back to the Arena. The Showgirl has a small cup in her hand, probably a Latte, her favorite hot beverage. Vincent then glances at his desk and the cup he had placed there has vanished. It is somehow replaced with two marshmallows! Any sense of a smile is gone. His face goes white with panic and then red with some anger.
Vincent Moretti:
Leia, what the HELL!?
You see Vincent hobble up from his desk with his cane and limp his way toward the desk to investigate the fact that his latte is gone and she’s the one with a cup in hand that he saw, suddenly a ball bounces tossed from the hooded figure’s hand and the bouncing gets Moretti’s attention. It soon explodes out as smoke goes everywhere! Vincent starts hacking and coughing while the poor workers all drop their things and glass is breaking everywhere in a horrendous sight!
Vincent Moretti:
What in the actual fu--
Vincent is cut off by his own coughing fit from all of the smoke.
We find in the dressing room the beautiful brown haired Summer Collins sitting on the floor doing final stretches before her and Jessica’s tag team match tonight. It is quiet with the slight roar of the Japanese fans in the background. A few moments later the roar grows slightly louder as another feminine figure emerges behind her. Sensing that she is no longer alone, Summer stands up. She turns to find “The Archangel” Jessica Lasiewicz standing there. Summer smiles warmly at her friend before embracing her in a tight hug.
Summer Collins:
Haven’t seen much of you, at least not since we arrived here in the Tokyo Dome. You ok?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
I have to get in the mood...if you know what I mean…
The Archangel’s voice is flat and it trails off. Summer nods her head as she knows exactly what her tag team partner is talking about. The Archangel has been in a rather terrible mood for many weeks now. First they couldn’t finish their match against Jetpack due to interference from Nightfall Rising. Then they were scheduled for a tag match against Nightfall Rising and Jessica had hoped to get payback but due to a no-show...or what Jessica calls flat out cowardice...it was called off and Fabulous won via forfeit.
Definitely not the way that they had wanted to win. Then in a rematch Nightfall cheated, robbing Fabulous of a victory. Knowing Jessica as well as she does, Summer realizes that Jessica’s anger is nearing its boiling point. Which can be deadly to all involved in tonight’s triple threat tag team match, including themselves…
Summer Collins:
I know exactly what you mean, Jess. Just keep in mind why we came to MWE in the first place. These Nightfall Rising jerks have been a pain in the ass lately but we cannot allow them to get under our skin. We cannot allow them to play mind games with us. We cannot…
The Archangel shakes her head.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Stop, Summer. Just stop.
Summer Collins
Huh?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
I know what you’re doing and I understand, you are worried that I will snap tonight, that I will want to maim them rather than try to actually win the match. But have no fear, Summer, because I will maim them, but I will do so within the confines of the rules.
The Archangel reaches out and grabs Summer’s hand, squeezing it tightly.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
We are one of the best tag teams in all of wrestling, not just MWE, and it is high time that we prove it. We’re going to prove it tonight and it will be absolutely...FABULOUS!
Summer Collins:
That’s my girl!
The two friends embrace in a tight hug before walking off.
As Vince exits his office to escape the smoke he is almost bowled over by a half dozen men, all appearing to be Henri Black sprint past laughing like maniacs causing him to splutter.
Vincent Moretti:
What the fuck is this, an episode of Naruto?... oh GOD DAMMIT JAPAN!
Vincent looks around the street for the culprit and spots a seventh Henri leaning against the wall valiantly trying not to laugh until he spots Vince and simply shrugs and gestures after his doppelgangers.
Henri Black:
Don’t look at me I’m just here for some tea, they’re the ones causing a scene.
Suddenly Joey Leclair appears walking down the sidewalk pulling his luggage behind him as he walks by seeing Vincent and the army of Henri’s and drops his luggage in shock.
Joey Leclair:
I had a nightmare about this before….
Joey stares at the Henri’s
Joey Leclair:
But the real question is why are you guys hanging out in the street outside the hotel and why is there smoke coming from inside?
Both Vincent and the real Henri look at Joey confused
Vincent Moretti:
Uh this is not a hotel, it's my office! and there is smoke here because somebody wants to play Naruto!!
Joey lowers his head in shame.
Joey Leclair:
Riiiiiiight…. So can you guys point me to the nearest Hentai store?..
Vincent Moretti:
We have SPONSORS to adhere to so NO!
Joey Leclair:
I was joking.. I meant the nearest cat cafe.
Vincent Moretti shakes his head in disbelief.
Vincent Moretti:
What is going on with you people today! And no I don’t know where any cat cafe is! There is no pussy wagon here!
Joey Leclair:
RIght Well I’m just going to get some coffee then.
Joey steps past Vincent, and the army of Henri’s heading into Vincent’s office. Vincent just blinks and realizes he is surrounded by the entire Henri army now.
Vincent Moretti:
...Crap-baskets.
The entire Henri army then vanishes in another cloud of smoke that causes Moretti to start a second coughing fit but once the smoke is gone, so is Moretti’s table and three different cups of coffee.
Vincent Moretti:
MOTHERF---
We fade to black.
Triple Threat Tag Team Match
Fabulous VS Jetpack VS Nightfall Rising
The smug smile on Donovan’s face was quickly wiped out by a superkick from Angelica Lasiewicz, who didn’t wait for the bell to get a first taste of revenge on the man who has been a thorn on their side in the past few weeks. Jay tried to help his partner but Summer Collins blocked him with a dropkick. Penny and Jet instead didn’t take part in the early chaos, heading toward their corner. Summer did the same after pushing Gallagher out, this left the Archangel free to pummel Donnie with some right punches to the face. With a less than legal finger to the eye, Keane got away from Jessica’s hands, reaching the nearest corner and giving the tag to Jet Blanchard, saying that he wanted nothing to do with the “crazy bitch”. Jet entered the ring and locked up with Jessica, who seemed to have dropped that aggression she flaunted in the early minutes. With a standing switch, she positioned herself behind Blanchard, lifting him with a released german suplex. Blanchard landed on his feet and with a low dropkick, took her down to her knee. He took a run to the ropes, where Jay took the blind tag. Jet still hit the Archangel with a shining wizard, but he had to leave the ring to Gallagher, who quickly hooked the leg and made the cover, only getting a near fall. Dazed, Jessica reached the ropes and pulled herself up. A clothesline from Jay dropped her over the top rope and on the outside. She grabbed his legs and dragged him out, leveling him with a spinning heel kick. “Hey Jess!” She heard her name being called by Donovan Keane. She turned around, right into a diving blockbuster on the floor from DK. Collins came running and knocked down the Nightfall Rising member with a clothesline to the back. Jetpack joined the party with Penny climbing on the middle rope and pulling the top one up as Jet dove between her legs and took down Summer. Icing on the cake, a beautiful springboard shooting star press to the outside from Kaplan wiping everyone down, Blanchard included. The fans witnessed a very enjoyable match, with fast paced action and some great team action, like the running single leg dropkick/reverse bulldog from Nightfall Rising on Collins, or the Bam! Jetpack surprised Gallagher with when Jet took him down with a chop block after a quick tag and Penelope comes in with a fast bulldog. The pinning predicament was interrupted by Summer, who sneaked in while Jet was focused on keeping Donnie away. The new commentator Ambra Monroe pointed out how difficult it will be to score the decisive pinfall with so many people involved. The match went on, Jay caught Penny with an enziguri kick and quickly reached his corner making the tag to Donovan. Rushing inside the ring, Keane stopped Penny before she could reach her partner and connected with a snap german suplex. He proved that, on top of his bravado and all the shenanigans, he was a fine wrestler, with moves like the Donnie Cutter (handspring cutter) that earned him a near fall. Things turned for the worse for him when Penny reversed an irish whip and sent him in Fabulous corner. As the former tag team champion charged in with a high knee, Jessica tagged herself in and began to stomp the poor Donnie to the mat. Even when the referee separated her, she went right back on the attack picking up the young man and dropping him to a seated position with a snapmare. She then climbed to the middle rope, tagged Summer in and jumped for a missile dropkick. Together, they gave Donnie the five longest seconds in his life when they locked him in their Power Of Two double submission, a boston crab/crippler crossface combination. Jay came to help his partner with the J-Kick (Helluva kick) to Lasiewicz, and began to battle against the daughter of the Polish legend. Summer and Donnie started trading blows as well, with the Nightfall member suddenly surprising the opponent with a small package after a bicycle knee strike, pulling her tights for more leverage. Penelope rushed in and broke the pin, finding herself caught in a reverse STO from Donnie, setting her up for Jay’s enziguri to complete the Nightshot. She was quickly avenged by her partner with his springboard lariat. Donnie rolled out of the way letting Jay take the blow. With a kip up, Jet was back on his feet, looking to charge at Donnie. Jessica knocked him down with the spinning bicycle kick known as Our Lady Peace. Donnie tried to behead her with a clothesline, she ducked it and went for another bicycle kick, sending him right into a stunner from Collins. That was it, the Golden Kiss Of Death left him no chance to kick out, and nobody was able to break the pinfall. WINNER: Fabulous BY: Pinfall (Golden Kiss Of Death), 12:01 |
Peyton Holland: "Big win for Fabulous tonight."
Ambra Monroe: "Jessica and Summer did an excellent job, beating the former champions and shutting Donovan's mouth once and for all."
Peyton Holland: "And if what Moretti said before is true, they might have just earned themselves a title shot."
Ambra Monroe: "And, who knows? They may have to go against their husbands, should they win the titles tomorrow night."
Ambra Monroe: "Jessica and Summer did an excellent job, beating the former champions and shutting Donovan's mouth once and for all."
Peyton Holland: "And if what Moretti said before is true, they might have just earned themselves a title shot."
Ambra Monroe: "And, who knows? They may have to go against their husbands, should they win the titles tomorrow night."
The scene cuts backstage to Megan Rydell standing in front of a camera. She’s already dressed down into her ring gear and on her shoulder is her PPW Rogue Championship, which she brought along with her.
Megan Rydell:
Tonight, I go up against Hayley Halsey. The person with the most annoying name on earth. Now let me ask you something, why does Hayley think she deserves this match with me? She can’t match my championship pedigree. She can’t match my style, my grace, my skill and my desire to be the greatest. I should be in the fucking main event! Not slumming it with this bitch!
Meg looks down at her championship and smiles.
Megan Rydell:
This might not be a MWE belt, but I wanted to show all of you, especially Hayley, what a true champion looks like. I am the embodiment of a champion. Nobody outworks me, nobody outshines me and nobody loves wrestling more than I do. This is everything to me and I’d give anything for it. Can you say the same, Hayley? Would you truly give it all for this sport? I don’t think you can. You don’t have what it takes to be in the same breath as me. You’re nothing. A fucking nobody!
Meg slaps her hand on her championship before pointing at herself.
Megan Rydell:
I mean something to this world. I bring eyes to the product because of what I do. The fans love to hate me and they always get a show when I’m in the ring because I possess all of the skills of a champion.
She nods confidently.
Megan Rydell:
I don’t just talk the talk though, I walk the walk as well. And tonight? You’ll all see why I’m head and shoulders above the rest. Hayley? I hope you’re ready to die in that ring because guess what? I am. I’m ready to give it all until I can no longer move or breathe. Are you? You’re not and that’s why you’re going to lose to me and my beautiful disaster.
Meg walks away from the scene and it cuts away.
The scene cuts to the outside of the Tokyo Dome, where “The Anarchist” Neal Durden sits on the wall of a garden. Not many people seem to realize who he is as they pass him by and into the Dome itself. Maybe they don’t pay attention to the man simply because they’re so eager to get inside and watch the event that, a guy wearing a leather jacket and jeans doesn’t seem out of place enough to take a second look at him. Yet, Neal seems to enjoy this fact as evidenced by the smile on his face. He then turns his attention to the camera and starts talking.
Neal Durden:
From the very first day of this tour I’ve been talking about leaving a mark, making a point. I’ve wanted to test myself against the very best in Millennium and on my first match I faced off against Tiffany Rollins for the Cloud Gate Championship…
Durden looks to his left side, gazing over the plants in this garden and letting out a half smile.
Neal Durden:
You all know how that ended… yet, the paradigm had shifted here in Millennium. Sure, many of the things had stayed course so far, you still have the people you’d expect at the top of the food chain and the people you’d expect at the end of it… but, there was an air of unpredictability after that match… or at least, it appeared that way to me.
Neal lets out a sigh as he tilts his head backwards to look at the sky above him, before speaking.
Neal Durden:
You know, the feeling of not knowing what was going to happen or when it was going to happen. The feeling that every champion was going to be tested, because not even they knew who would come out of that gate blazing and put their reigns on notice. A perennial tag-team wrestler, the lovable underdog, just took the most dominant Cloud Gate Champion in Millennium history to her limits… I feel most, if not every, wrestler that saw themselves as not good enough took notice that night.
Turning his attention back to the camera, and looking death serious about things, Neal smiled. His smile was not the affable kind smile he usually has drawn on his face. There was something more, something mischievous about it.
Neal Durden:
And that’s why we’re here…
Durden chuckles as he points towards the Dome, before resuming.
Neal Durden:
Out of all my opponents tonight I know I have the best record during this tour. I know for a fact I have the most experience inside that ring out of all of us. I know for a fact this match caters to my strengths… hell, things might be looking too perfect right about now.
Neal scratches the tip of his nose as he takes a deep breath before resuming.
Neal Durden:
But, that’s precisely the reason I think this might be the toughest match I’ve had in Millennium so far… and probably the toughest match I’ve had on my own since the start of my career.
He smiles, putting both of his arms over his legs and leaning forward as he continues.
Neal Durden:
I’m no stranger to matches that are devised for a wrestler to throw caution to the wind and become unhinged. I’ve done it more times than I care count… I did it in Slaughterhouse, I did it in UKWF, I’ve done it in FGA and by god I’m gonna do it here tonight, because if I don’t… I have five other lions waiting, just waiting for that opening to strike down. Five lions that are waiting for their shot and their opportunity to show the world what they’re capable of doing. Five lions that are waiting for their Tiff Rollins match to put the whole roster on notice and I know that if I do not bring my A game tonight, they’re gonna make an example out of me.
Pointing with his fingers and staring directly at the camera, he continues.
Neal Durden:
Take for example EMP. Sure, she might look dejected and take herself away from the win/loss column… but I know, deep down, she wants that opportunity. This is the kind of match where she can make a dent and I know she knows it very well. She reminds me a lot of Josh Kennedy and Eddie Poe. Two men that pride themselves in their craft, throwing caution to the wind and being extreme. I know when she gets her opportunity she’ll look to hit every single one of us with the ladder and use that to propel herself to victory. But I won’t let her.
Neal sighs before continuing.
Neal Durden:
It’s nothing personal, Erin. I like you, I really do. In fact, I like every single one of my opponents tonight. They all bring something different to the table, like Miss Malice for example… she brings the old Filth to the ring. She’s even more unhinged than Judas Hernandez, the man that threw me to the ring breaking the ceiling of a Hell in a Cell structure and caused some damage to my brain…
Neal taps on his head, with every passing second you can feel more and more passion coming out of his mouth.
Neal Durden:
Yet, like Judas… Malice… to me, you’re nothing more than an oxymoron. You like getting extreme. You like violence… but only when you have your feet on the ground. Only when you know you’re safe. Tonight, you’re not safe. Tonight you’ll have to learn to fly if you wish to leave a mark… and I’m the perfect teacher for that…
Neal lets a chuckle escape him as he continues.
Neal Durden:
Not even the giant himself, Swayze Dial, is safe. Tonight, you’ll have to confront your fears… because you’re gonna stare at them face to face and they’re gonna laugh at you and they’re gonna tear you apart if you don’t make something out of yourself in that match tonight. Playtime is over; tonight is sink or swim for a lot of you… and your record isn’t the best… and I’m sure you’d love nothing more than to change that, as every teenager wants to do in Fortnite or whatever.
Durden jumps from the wall he was sitting on and moves towards the camera, he looks straight to the sky and then he speaks.
Neal Durden:
This night is much more than just a fair affair. Is one when the most violent instincts inside each and every one of us is going to be tested. This is not a match, this is a war and war is not for the pure hearted; war is not for the people that like to play by the rules. You have to learn to live with the black inside you, you have to learn to live with the madness… that primal instinct of survival is what’s going to drive each and every one of us; YUKI. I know learning is exciting, I know new things might prove to be too much sometimes, but the time to learn and adapt is over. There’s no more time to waste, you either fly or you die. That’s the way it’s gonna go tonight and I’m gonna make sure this lesson is one you don’t forget.
Putting both of his hands together, Neal approaches the camera, he stands really close to it but far enough that his face and hands are still visible.
Neal Durden:
It’s time to prove one is more than words… Null. I know sometimes being alone in that ring and having to depend on yourself with your strengths and weaknesses without your partner to cover them up is hard. Trust me, I know. Tonight is the night when every single one of our abilities should be on display. Win or lose… leave it all in the ring. Guys… you wanted your Tiffany Rollins match…
The camera pans out from Neal as he extends his arms.
Neal Durden:
Here I am… show me what you got.
Backstage we find the lovely figure of “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock. She is in her dressing room, seated on a brown stool with her back turned toward the camera. One can see that the beautiful blonde is already dressed for action in her purple wrestling gear and boots. The camera keeps an eye on the self-proclaimed Best in the World, awaiting her first words, but she remains perfectly silent. The crowd grows unsettled in the background as they, too, want her to speak. And finally…
Glory Braddock:
Being in Japan has helped open my eyes. The Japanese warrior culture has had a strong effect upon professional wrestling itself, to the point that the Japanese people have a better outlook upon wrestling than the rest of the world. I look at the line up for tonight I see four way matches, triple threat matches, clusterfuck ladder matches, and then of all things a bloody War Games Match…
A low chuckle can be heard from Braddock. She is obviously not amused, this is clearly a sarcastic laugh, or perhaps a laugh that speaks of how she can hardly believe what she is seeing here tonight.
Glory Braddock:
That’s not wrestling...hell, I wouldn’t hardly call it entertainment, and those people who do call that garbage entertainment are bloodthirsty vipers. Monsters. Now you may be listening to this and you may be among the many who hear me say these things and you think to yourself “Glory, what gives you the right to say such things?”
The British Bombshell finally hops up off of the stool she had been sitting on. She turns to face the camera. The look upon her face is confident, if not smug and arrogant.
Glory Braddock:
I am Glory Braddock. I am The Best in the World. Now I have already gone into detail about how being the best is about far more than just being the best in the ring, but I am also the best inside of the ring. You may get a fluke win here and there but the fact is that I am a former fourteen time world champion and I am so damn good that three separate companies begged me to let them induct me into their Halls of Fame. So until you beat that record or at the very least match it not a damn person on this roster has the right to say that they are better than me, because no one on this roster can touch me. And that record also reflects the fact that I know professional wrestling more than anyone else on this roster and I can tell you right now that a great deal of what you’re seeing tonight and tomorrow night are a bunch of gimmicks. Nothing more. But thanks to me, you fine people of Japan and wrestling fans across the world will get to witness at least one fine example of what true wrestling is all about…
Her arrogance and smug attitude can be heard with every word. The British Bombshell winks at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
You are welcome. Same to you, Jenni...you are welcome. You do not have to thank me now. In fact, I do not expect you to thank me at all, because let’s face it, you are truly thick. You would not know the truth if it smacked you in your face you little tart. Someday, though, you might realize what I am doing not just for you here tonight but for all of wrestling and you will thank me, you will thank me for this opportunity to share the wrestling ring with a living legend like myself. And maybe someday you will look back at this event, watch replays of it on Youtube or DVD or BlueRay or what have you, and you will see the great wrestling clinic that we put on for the great fans of Japan...mostly me putting on a clinic with you getting your ass kicked, but no need to go into fine details, right love? And after you watch the replay of our match, whether you watch it tomorrow, next week, or a few years from now, maybe you will watch it and learn something? I hope you do, I truly do hope you learn something from tonight’s match, Jenni.
The so-called “Best in the World” smirks knowingly, arrogantly, sneering into the camera. Confidence is pouring from the core of her very being.
Glory Braddock:
Because that’s what I am here for; I am here to help. I am here to save wrestling from itself and that includes wrestlers such as yourself. Despite some of the things I may have said over social media, you do have a lot of potential. Untapped potential that you have wasted with your ridiculous Ginger Nation gimmick and your stupid bribing the referees and wrestlers gimmick...both of which I allowed as your boss, by the way, so you are welcome for those two gimmicks, as well, mate…
Braddock winks at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
Now suddenly the light bulb has gone off has gone off in your head and you realize that being a gimmick isn’t what this sport is all about. You now want to be legitimate and you start your path towards legitimacy by targeting one of the deadliest athletes on this roster in Henri Black and the single biggest name in this sport in the form of Glory Braddock. I cannot blame you and Pierce for that one. Making a name for yourselves at our expense is the smart move but what you should have done was just ask. Just ask for a match and we would have gladly obliged and given you the ass kicking you wanted. Instead you wanted to interrupt me and Henri during our combat. Your showed absolutely no respect for professional wrestling by interrupting our match. Yet now you want me to respect you?
Braddock’s face grows far more serious as she glares angrily at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
I would have shown you respect had you gone about things the right way, had you just asked for a match, had you challenged me. Instead you provoked me, you pissed me off to get your cheap heat. You get on social media and tweet away to your heart’s content and you provoke me. Yet when I respond in kind and turn the tables on your fake ass suddenly everything is wrong?
The British Bombshell shakes her head. Then she points a finger at the camera, as if pointing a finger at Jenni herself.
Glory Braddock:
No, the only thing wrong with this entire scenario is you. You think interfering in my matches is what’s best for wrestling, you think provoking me is what’s best for wrestling, you think being a keyboard warrior is what’s best for wrestling...bloody hell, twitter is the worst thing to ever happen to professional wrestling..you do not have a damn clue what is best for wrestling, Jenni. You only know what is best for your bottom dollar. But me, I do know what is best for wrestling because I was born and raised in the sport of wrestling. And whereas before I would have shown mercy to you, whereas before I would have been content to just beat you and hell, even make you look good even in defeat, I now realize that allowing you to continue to fuck up this sport that I helped build cannot be allowed.
There is a long tense pause as Glory continues to stare intensely at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
So allow me to tell you how this is going to go, mate. At the very least I will humble you. I will completely and utterly humiliate you here tonight, so much so that you will be unable to show your face around this sport again...at least not with any dignity...at worst, I may very well hurt you. I may decide to use this opportunity tonight here in Japan, the land of the Rising Sun, to take you out once and for all. You have done nothing but talk, Jenni. Scratch that, you have done nothing but talk and tweet. Your mouth has written a check, mate, and tonight it is payback time. Sic Semper Tyrannis, bitch.
The British Bombshell turns and storms off. The scene shifts.
Millennium Ladder Match
Yuki VS Null VS Neal Durden VS E.M.P VS Swayze Dial VS Miss Malice
A small briefcase was hanging over the ring, the only way to reach it was climbing a ladder to retrieve it. As for its content? Nobody knows. The commentators reported Chloe Collins’ words, stating that it was a reward for their effort and that the actual prize will be revealed at the beginning of the next tour. The six competitors were already in the ring, Durden looking up slightly concerned. His experience in ladder matches, or any matches where he could potentially fall from dangerous heights was far from positive. The match rang and the six men started to pair up in three distinct brawls. Null against Swayze, Erin with Miss Malice and Yuki against the Anarchist, Neal Durden. These first interactions resolved pretty quickly, first was Dial who was tossed out of the ring by Null. Paige and Yuki followed in rapid succession courtesy of a low bridge from Malice and a clothesline from Neal. The three remaining competitors circled around for a few moments before the wolf boy charged at Durden, who kept him at distance with an elbow strike. Doing so he opened himself to Miss Malice’s attack and the Lipstick Timebomb kicked him hard on the flank, right above the hips. She added a forearm to the back of the bent down welsh competitor, pushing him between the ropes and on the outside. Always the innovative, Neal grabbed the ropes and used the momentum to swing right back in the ring. Miss Malice charged at him, flying over the top rope and landing hard on the floor outside after a back body drop. Neal didn’t even have time to soak in the applause of the fans as the former TMNT member sent him joining Malice with a superkick. Now alone in the ring, the Wolf Of All Streets choose the less crowded side of the ring to roll under the bottom rope and grab one of the many ladders that were laying there. He was pushing it under the bottom rope when Erin Paige came charging at him and kicked the steel ladder on Null’s chest with a baseball slide. She grabbed the ladder and set in the middle of the ring, right under the case. She looked all around, no one else was there. EMP started to climb, step by step going halfway to the ultimate prize. In came Malice, grabbing her leg and stopping her ascent. She slide between Erin’s legs, her back against the ladder and climbed up two steps to put herself in position to powerbomb the young rookie to the floor. It was now her chance to climb getting closer and closer to the briefcase until Neal pushed the ladder and sent her once again crashing on the outside. Two ladders into play, broken bodies all around, dangerous falls from high-altitude and a reckless senton from Neal onto Yuki and Malice. And it was the young Japanese who had now a big opportunity, being the first one back to her feet after a particularly chaotic moment. She set up one of the two ladders, but it was pretty much useless after Malice hit it with the other ladder a couple of minutes before to block Dial’s ascent. Yuki folded it and slammed it on Erin’s face, just when the Californian recovered from Null’s The Kill. Needless to say, the poor girl rolled once again out of the ring, hands covering her face. The Japanese turned around into a dropkick on the ladder from Durden, getting a taste of the same medicine she administered to Erin a moment ago, and reaching her on the outside. Neal decided to clear the ring, lifting the broken ladder over his head and tossing her on the outside. SInce he was there, he aimed at Null, knocking the wolf man down. The other ladder was in far better shape, not perfectly stable but enough to attempt a climb. Things got way more shaky from Neal now that Swayze started climbing on the opposite side, reaching him on top. The two started trading blows, each of them causing the ladder to wobble a bit more. Small in size, Swayze could still throw some mean punches, one of which knocked Neal down a couple of steps. The Anarchist climbed back up while the Pocket Size Dial tried to reach the briefcase. A punch to the ribs from Neal, a headbutt from Swayze, another right hand from one half of Pendragon and a second headbutt from the Georgian born. And then Neal decided to throw, once again, caution out of the window, catching Patrick and jumping off the ladder with a spanish fly. Null entered the ring with a brand new ladder, setting it up and beginning to climb it, undisturbed all the way to the top. Malice took the ladder off his feet but the wolf boy grabbed the case and hung onto it. For a moment, before a ladder shot to the ribs knocked him down. It was Malice’s chance to try and get the prize, but she wasn’t the only one trying the climb. Erin Paige was back in with one ladder of her own, setting it up next to Malice’s and starting to climb as well. The two women were one next to the other, paired in this race to the top. The jabs didn’t lack, punches from one ladder to the other to hinder each other’s ascent. And once they reached the top, the punches were replaced by kicks, as they were using one hand to hold on the ladder and the other to try and catch the briefcase that was swaying over their heads. Until Miss Malice grabbed a handful of Erin’s hair and slammed her face on the steps. Erin slid down a few steps, giving the opponent a clean shot at the case. Malice stopped it and was starting to unhook when Paige came back with a punch to the side, causing her to lose the grip. EMP returned the courtesy introducing her face to the ladder. And then, she fell back, dragging Miss Malice with her with a sort of russian legsweep to the top. The other four made a dash to the ladders, starting to climb simultaneously. There was a huge fight on the top the four of them trading blows in an extremely dangerous situation. Yuki and Swayze were on the ladder right under the briefcase, until Neal kicked it away. The two wrestlers crashed on the mat below, leaving Null and Durden to fight it off. They both knew that this was the crucial moment of the match, whoever would win this trade would most likely get the win. They poured all they had left in those punches, and in the end it was an elbow strike from the welshman to do the trick. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t reach the briefcase from the position the ladder was. Now, a normal person would have climbed down and positioned the ladder right under the case: he had all the time to do that. The daredevil instead, shrugged his shoulder and jumped, reaching the briefcase and eventually retrieving it. The fall that followed was hard, but probably the sweetest for Neal Durden who gladly took this bump. WINNER: Neal Durden BY: Briefcase retrieval, 18:00 |
Ambra Monroe: "He's been reckless, he took unnecessary risks, he delighted the fans... But most importantly, he vanquished whatever concerns he might have had about ladder matches."
Peyton Holland: "Another big win for Neal Durden. He made a major impact here in Millennium."
Ambra Monroe: "That he did, since his debut match against the Cloud Gate Champion. And now, all he has to do is wait to know what his reward is."
Peyton Holland: "Another big win for Neal Durden. He made a major impact here in Millennium."
Ambra Monroe: "That he did, since his debut match against the Cloud Gate Champion. And now, all he has to do is wait to know what his reward is."
Jenni Anderson:
Glory Braddock is a fraud.
The scene opens up with Jenni Anderson standing in front of an MWE backdrop, a mixed reaction coming from the faithful fans of MWE as we return to Big in Japan.
Jenni Anderson:
Glory parades herself with a self-granted “title” of “Best in the World” and yet, it is the refuge of a woman refusing to accept that the industry is passing her by. She talks of knowing “what’s best” for wrestling. Well, let me tell you what is “best” for wrestling, Glory.
She smirks.
Jenni Anderson:
What’s “best for wrestling” is you accepting that the world has passed you by. That your best days are far behind you and you are more likely to get ahead today by kissing the ass of talent far better than you… talent like Sienna Swann in SCW… than you are by your own merits. The days of Glory Braddock being the “Best” of anything are over. And tonight, I’m just going to drive the final nail in that coffin. I’m going to demonstrate to everyone here in Japan…
Jenni winks to the camera as a nondescript roar follows.
Jenni Anderson:
That I am better than you. So go on… make you claims. Say what you’re going to say. Talk yourself up to the high heavens, Glory. Because you are not untalented. I’m not saying that. And when I beat you tonight… I do it not because you’re a husk of yesterday who’s not good enough. I do it because I AM better than you. I do it and all of your claims to being “Best in the World”... well…
She grins, pulling out a wad of cash as she begins to fan herself.
Jenni Anderson:
Any trademark has its price.
With that, Jenni passes the cash off-camera as she sneers towards it, bringing our scene elsewhere...
Big in Japan night one cuts backstage and Hayley’s best friend and image consultant, Vianca Alvarez, is standing in front of the cameras with an arrogant smirk on her face. She’s expressing quite the bit of overconfidence as she begins to speak her mind.
Vianca Alvarez:
So you’re all wondering why my BFF Hayley Halsey made the decision to attack Megan Rydell, right? Ask the powers that be that question. In fact, you can blame THEM for that assault because at the end of the day, it’s THEIR FAULT! Why is it their fault? Because if they just gave Hayley the red carpet treatment that she deserves… the same red carpet treatment that has been handed to the likes of Glory Braddock and Melody Lennox and Sophie O’Brien and Raymond Reznik among other people… then this would not be a problem.
Instead…
Random matches.
Random opponents.
Treated like she’s just another wrestler.
But those names I just mentioned, they get all the special treatment, right? It’s clear as day that this company has favorites and Megan Rydell… despite having ZERO personality whatsoever, is definitely one of them. So… what you are seeing is Hayley making an example out of Megan and that’s exactly what she’s going to do tonight!
“CUT!”
An angry sigh is heard and sure enough, Hayley Halsey walks into the scene with a rolled up poster in her hands.
Hayley Halsey:
Why in the HELL did you just say that? How many times have I told you about that “making an example out of” line that gets overused again and again and again?
Vianca Alvarez:
We were supposed to throw that in there just to mock Megan’s usage of it, remember? I mean… when it comes to Megan Rydell… I only have three words to describe her. You know the ones….
Hayley has a chuckle to herself.
Hayley & Vianca:
SHE SO BASIC!!!!
The two laugh together before Hayley wears a more serious, angry expression on her face.
Hayley Halsey:
I’ll take it from here, thank you.
Vianca nods and leaves the room before Hayley uncurls the poster, revealing the moment Hayley attacked Megan Rydell on the last Riot.
Hayley Halsey:
Now THIS is what you call a Kodak moment! You see this Megan? It’s just a preview of what’s to come tonight. Honestly Megan, it’s really not personal. I’m serious about that. I mean… how in the hell can this be personal when… well… you have the personality of a dry octopus? If YOU have personality than Australia isn’t burning in a raging inferno right now. It’s just… you know… I’m tired of the favoritism around here. I don’t know what the hell this company sees in you, Megan. To me, you’re… well… the OTHER Rydell. At least Kenzie is actually getting attention whereas you… nobody really thinks about you, do they? I don’t blame them. You’re just the other sister that really has nothing to offer aside from her wrestling skills.
Otherwise…
YAWWWWWWWN!!!!!!!
The only reason why anyone is going to be paying attention to you tonight is because I’ve got all the star power in the world to make even the most BORING wrestlers on the planet marketable for even one night because my name and my brand alone can do that. So no Megan, I’m not “going to make an example out of you”. What I am going to do instead is give this company a reason why they are done overlooking me and throwing me into random nonsense, treating me like another face in the crowd when I’m not… when I’m fucking BRILLIANT, and BEAUTIFUL and SPECIAL and the TRUE PRODIGY OF THIS DECADE… by finishing the job and taking back that win you stole from me in that triple threat when you took the coward’s way out.
I am NOT another face in the crowd… and tonight I prove that and I’m going to show this company that they are done treating me like I am… and the bitch is? I’m not the only one either.
My mentor and one of my most favorite people ever is going through the same thing!
HI VICTORIA! See you tomorrow, kay? I have an idea ESPECIALLY for you!
But that’s tomorrow…
Tonight?
Megan?
I’ll show the world that in the grand scheme of things, you’ll always be the second sister of the Rydell family, bitch!
Hayley tears up the poster of last Riot’s events before she bolts from the scene, hearing her usual negative reactions as said scene cuts out.
Backstage we find Dean Smith with a short girl who couldn't be more than nine. She’s wearing a Dean Smith t-shirt with #NotAJudas on the back and throwing up a ball that changes colour from green to red on every throw. She’s also wearing a BreeTee Committee cap and Luna’s star wristband. She basically looks as though she fell into the Millennium Smith merchandise. Dean has a matching t-shirt on with the Invictus Championship Belt over his shoulder. No cap to keep his styled hair on show and wore his Invictus Shorts with a decent pair of sneakers in black and blue to match his t-shirt.
Dean Smith:
So that was the catering area, Chlo.
Chlo:
My cafeteria is way better. That girl kept piling on the mac & cheese like there wasn’t anymore mac & cheese in the world!
Dean Smith:
Yeah, Teegs...We don’t mention it…
The pair continue to walk down the hall as Dean gives Chlo a little push to steer them away from the smoking area just outside.
Chlo:
You know I’m missing my own Invictus Title.
And Dean does something he’s never done for anyone, man or woman, and puts the title belt onto Chlo. She immediately feels the weight of it but appreciates the gesture. To hold the thing she puts it around her waist and turns her back to Dean to attach it. Dean does so for her.
Chlo:
I don’t know how you carry this thing around, Big Brother.
She tries to move with strained groans as she makes wide, cowboy like steps.
Chlo:
I can hardly move with this…
Dean Smith:
Well the title weighs a lot more figuratively. It’s a symbol of being the best of the best in MWE’s truly best division, the Invictus Division. And what did I tell you I do in Invictus Matches.
Chlo:
You end the fight when they bring it.
Dean Smith:
And who’s going to end the fight when Echo steps up.
Chlo points to her brother’s name on the nameplate..
Laurel Bradley:
Isn’t this adorable?
The sound of the voice of Dean’s agent interrupts their moment as Laurel approaches closer to the two with a smile on her face. Laurel is wearing a pair of white jeans with a pink sleeveless blouse along with one of Dean’s t-shirts casually wrapped around her waist.
Laurel Bradley:
I didn’t know we had a special guest of honour.
Chlo:
You’re Dean’s agent, right?
She looks up to the tallish blonde, tall to Chlo by any standard and her head then lowers to the shirt around her waist.
Laurel Bradley:
That’s right, he needed a little bit of extra help.
As she’s answering the question, Laurel gives Dean a playful little wink. Dean gives her a “downplay” gesture with both his hands behind Chlo.
Chlo:
Do you have one of those phones. With the headsets so you can do agent stuff handsfree?
Laurel Bradley:
As a matter of fact, I do.
Laurel leans down so she’s eye level with Chlo as she gives her a big smile.
Laurel Bradley:
Do you know what you would like to be when you grow up?
Chlo frowns a little bit and looks back at Dean and then Laurel.
Chlo:
Not really. I’m going to buy Millennium and be the boss.
Dean Smith:
Ixnay on the ossbay officeway..
Dean says down to Chlo about where else the tour had headed and Dean’s knack of getting into where he needed to. Chlo gives him a nod to assure him she’ll be good.
Laurel Bradley:
Well, looks to me like she’s got it all figured out…
Dean Smith:
She’s headstrong, like me.
Chlo:
Why are you wearing his shirt like a belt?
Chlo points out the shirt Laurel’s wearing around her waist. Laurel gives her another smile before she straightens herself back up so she’s more eye level with Dean.
Laurel Bradley:
It was a gift from Dean, but it didn’t really match my outfit, I like the shirt I’m wearing.
Chlo:
Well it is chilly, Dean’s one has sleeves so you might catch a cold wearing just that.
Chlo finally can’t hold the title anymore and undoes the strap before handing it back to Dean.
Chlo:
You have my jacket still in your bag, right?
Laurel Bradley:
I wouldn’t be worried about me catching a cold, I can keep warm.
Chlo:
Is that so?
Chlo’s attention turns back to Laurel who looks away from Dean fast enough so she won’t get caught. She crosses her arms as she nods.
Laurel Bradley:
Yes, so why don’t we make sure you’re comfortable to watch the show?
Chlo:
You’re going to get me my very own Invictus Replicas? I know I’d be very comfortable with one of those...but they’re pretty pricey for someone like me, who’s allowance is still back home….in my piggybank…
Laurel raises one eyebrow slightly.
Laurel Bradley:
You are like Dean.
Chlo:
Well not without the replica, Laurel.
Laurel Bradley:
Okay, let’s see what we can do…
Laurel manages to keep her tone of voice even as she resists the urge to sigh, before she places her hands on Chlo’s shoulders, to gently guide her further down the hallway. As they are walking away, Laurel looks back at Dean, giving him a shake of her head.
Dean Smith:
What?
He whispers to Laurel with a half-hearted open hand shrug. Laurel simply mouths back to him that he owes her one before she turns the corner in the hallway, disappearing from view
Dean Smith:
So that was the catering area, Chlo.
Chlo:
My cafeteria is way better. That girl kept piling on the mac & cheese like there wasn’t anymore mac & cheese in the world!
Dean Smith:
Yeah, Teegs...We don’t mention it…
The pair continue to walk down the hall as Dean gives Chlo a little push to steer them away from the smoking area just outside.
Chlo:
You know I’m missing my own Invictus Title.
And Dean does something he’s never done for anyone, man or woman, and puts the title belt onto Chlo. She immediately feels the weight of it but appreciates the gesture. To hold the thing she puts it around her waist and turns her back to Dean to attach it. Dean does so for her.
Chlo:
I don’t know how you carry this thing around, Big Brother.
She tries to move with strained groans as she makes wide, cowboy like steps.
Chlo:
I can hardly move with this…
Dean Smith:
Well the title weighs a lot more figuratively. It’s a symbol of being the best of the best in MWE’s truly best division, the Invictus Division. And what did I tell you I do in Invictus Matches.
Chlo:
You end the fight when they bring it.
Dean Smith:
And who’s going to end the fight when Echo steps up.
Chlo points to her brother’s name on the nameplate..
Laurel Bradley:
Isn’t this adorable?
The sound of the voice of Dean’s agent interrupts their moment as Laurel approaches closer to the two with a smile on her face. Laurel is wearing a pair of white jeans with a pink sleeveless blouse along with one of Dean’s t-shirts casually wrapped around her waist.
Laurel Bradley:
I didn’t know we had a special guest of honour.
Chlo:
You’re Dean’s agent, right?
She looks up to the tallish blonde, tall to Chlo by any standard and her head then lowers to the shirt around her waist.
Laurel Bradley:
That’s right, he needed a little bit of extra help.
As she’s answering the question, Laurel gives Dean a playful little wink. Dean gives her a “downplay” gesture with both his hands behind Chlo.
Chlo:
Do you have one of those phones. With the headsets so you can do agent stuff handsfree?
Laurel Bradley:
As a matter of fact, I do.
Laurel leans down so she’s eye level with Chlo as she gives her a big smile.
Laurel Bradley:
Do you know what you would like to be when you grow up?
Chlo frowns a little bit and looks back at Dean and then Laurel.
Chlo:
Not really. I’m going to buy Millennium and be the boss.
Dean Smith:
Ixnay on the ossbay officeway..
Dean says down to Chlo about where else the tour had headed and Dean’s knack of getting into where he needed to. Chlo gives him a nod to assure him she’ll be good.
Laurel Bradley:
Well, looks to me like she’s got it all figured out…
Dean Smith:
She’s headstrong, like me.
Chlo:
Why are you wearing his shirt like a belt?
Chlo points out the shirt Laurel’s wearing around her waist. Laurel gives her another smile before she straightens herself back up so she’s more eye level with Dean.
Laurel Bradley:
It was a gift from Dean, but it didn’t really match my outfit, I like the shirt I’m wearing.
Chlo:
Well it is chilly, Dean’s one has sleeves so you might catch a cold wearing just that.
Chlo finally can’t hold the title anymore and undoes the strap before handing it back to Dean.
Chlo:
You have my jacket still in your bag, right?
Laurel Bradley:
I wouldn’t be worried about me catching a cold, I can keep warm.
Chlo:
Is that so?
Chlo’s attention turns back to Laurel who looks away from Dean fast enough so she won’t get caught. She crosses her arms as she nods.
Laurel Bradley:
Yes, so why don’t we make sure you’re comfortable to watch the show?
Chlo:
You’re going to get me my very own Invictus Replicas? I know I’d be very comfortable with one of those...but they’re pretty pricey for someone like me, who’s allowance is still back home….in my piggybank…
Laurel raises one eyebrow slightly.
Laurel Bradley:
You are like Dean.
Chlo:
Well not without the replica, Laurel.
Laurel Bradley:
Okay, let’s see what we can do…
Laurel manages to keep her tone of voice even as she resists the urge to sigh, before she places her hands on Chlo’s shoulders, to gently guide her further down the hallway. As they are walking away, Laurel looks back at Dean, giving him a shake of her head.
Dean Smith:
What?
He whispers to Laurel with a half-hearted open hand shrug. Laurel simply mouths back to him that he owes her one before she turns the corner in the hallway, disappearing from view
Singles Match
Meg Rydell VS Hayley HalseyMeg Rydell didn’t take lightly Hayley’s attack last week, or her words, for what is worth. And she showed it, attacking the Heartbreaker during her entrance, clubbing her from behind with a clothesline. Vianca Alvarez protested for the attack, receiving a superkick from the former Cloud Gate champion who was taking none of them tonight. Picking up Halsey, Megan dragged her to the ring and, after slamming her face against the apron for good measure, pushed her back in the ring and climbed in as well, removing her jacket and barking at the referee to start the match. The official told her that he must check on Hayley first, which he did as soon as the Canadian pulled herself up with the help of the ropes. He asked her if she was ready to continue and, when Halsey nodded in agreement, he ordered for the bell to ring. Rydell immediately charged at the corner and hit Hayley with a dropkick. The Heartbreaker was down once again, exactly where Megan wanted her. She climbed to the top and flew off it with the Fly-Dell, connecting with the phoenix splash for what could be one of the quickest wins in a MWE pay-per-view history, but somehow the Heartbreaker kicked out in two. It was a one way contest in the first minutes, the pre-emptive attack gave Megan an edge she kept exploiting with a fast and unceasing offense. She showed off the Japanese fans her full array of kicks, including a crescent kick and the Gamen-Girl that knocked the opponent flat on her back. Another cover for another near fall. When Hayley kicked, out, visibly dazed after the kick to the temple, the revived Vianca Alvarez dragged her out of the ring to get her the break she so desperately needed. A break Megan wasn’t not to keen on giving, hitting the ropes and flying toward the couple with a suicide dive. Alvarez pushed Halsey out of harm’s way, keeping her safe from the flying Meg. Her girlfriend’s sacrifice pushed the Heartbreaker to a furious reaction, coming in the form of a superkick. She then sent Megan against the steel post, grabbing her by the hair and driving her head against it one more time, and again, and again. Finally she pushed her back in the ring, climbing up the top and jumping on her chest with a double foot stomp. Megan kicked out in two. Hayley didn’t slow down, picking her up and launching her chest first against the turnbuckle, catching her as she rebounded back with a snap german suplex. For one night, Megan forgot about all the flippy stuff that, usually, was the heaviest part of her arsenal. She choose a more direct style, proof of the bad blood running between these two. She was now raining down right punches to Hayley’s face, quickly transitioning into an Anaconda Vice. The transition was so smooth and quick Hayley couldn’t counter it, finding herself trapped in the vicious submission. Luckily for her, the ropes weren’t too far, all she had to do was to spin around and extend her leg, touching the bottom one with her foot. Meg held onto her for a little longer, fully exploiting the count, despite Alvarez protesting on the outside. Vianca also offered a distraction when she once again put her well being in jeopardy to help Hayley get her way, climbing on the apron and insulting Megan heavily. Rydell turned around and raised her hand to hit her, turning her back to Halsey who dropped her on her head with a reverse ddt. Hayley went on top for her So Ridiculous, but Megan launched herself against the ropes, tripping the Heartbreaker and catching her with her elevated ddt, the Beautiful Disaster. This time Hayley wasn’t able to kick out in time. WINNER: Megan Rydell BY: Pinfall (Beautiful Disaster), 8:43 |
Amy Maynard: "Meg was on a mission tonight, and she definitely accomplished it."
Sir Figgles: "She came out with a game plan and stuck to it."
Amy Maynard: "What game plan are you talking about?"
Sir Figgles: "To kick everything that moves, of course. Hayley, Vianca... It makes no difference for her. You stand in her way, she's gonna kick the crap out of you."
Sir Figgles: "She came out with a game plan and stuck to it."
Amy Maynard: "What game plan are you talking about?"
Sir Figgles: "To kick everything that moves, of course. Hayley, Vianca... It makes no difference for her. You stand in her way, she's gonna kick the crap out of you."
The scene opens up in a room where the walls are all made completely of glass, and in the center is a single fold up chair and sitting on it is non other than Joey Leclair looking around frantically.
Joey Leclair:
Where am I?!!
A female voice coming from nowhere sounds through the room.
Mysterious Voice:
You are inside your own head where you have always been.
Joey looks around confused.
Joey Leclair:
What are you taking about?! That’s impossible, let me out! More importantly? Who are you?!
Mysterious Voice:
I am you, and I cannot do that Joey. You trapped yourself here, and so only you can free yourself.
Joey gets a look of agitation on his face and stands up, and runs over and starts beating on the glass.
Mysterious Voice:
It’s pointless! This place doesn’t exist therefore petty attempts to escape won’t work.
Joey stops beating on the glass, and leans his head against it.
Joey Leclair:
So I am dreaming?
Mysterious Voice:
You will never beat Helena in this state.
Joeys eyes widen from the sudden insult.
Joey Leclair:
Shut up!
Mysterious Voice:
You claim to be the Death Dealer, but all you do is complain and moan, and make up excuses! You claim to be a dangerous man, but in reality you're just childish.
Joey gets an angry expression on his face and he turns and kicks over the fold up chair when a recording of Henri Blacks voice echo’s through the room.
Henri Black voice recording:
GROW UP JOEY!
Joey falls to his knees and cradles his head between his knees holding his ears trying to make it stop.
Mysterious Voice:
You need to move on. Or, better yet... Give up because you will never beat Helena Noir, Henri Black, and better yet you will never be a champion ever again, just accept the fact that your career is over.
Joey beats the floor hard with his fists as tears starting to pour from his eyes.
Mysterious Voice:
Run away Joey just run, because if you accept this match with Helena tonight? It just may be your last, and then everyone will know that you are a nobody.
Joey Leclair:
SHUT UP!!
Joey screams as he begins losing sanity when suddenly a new voices echoes through the room, but this voice is deep and demonic sounding.
Dark Voice:
Silence!
Joey looks up wiping the tears from his eyes looking around the room.
Dark Voice:
Who are you?
Joey Leclair:
I am Joey Leclair
Dark Voice:
No! I said who are you?
Joey gets a confused look on his face.
Joey Leclair:
I am the Death Dealer?
Dark Voice:
Then stop crying, and get on your feet child.
Joey wipes the tears from his eyes, and slowly stands to his feet.
Dark Voice:
Now I need you to get out of your head space, and kill all thoughts and emotions until everything is blank.
Joey nods his head slowly not saying a word.
Dark Voice:
What is it that you want Joey Leclair?
Joey Leclair stands motionless as his whispers.
Joey Leclair:
The be the best I can be, the prove all my doubters wrong, and for tonight I want nothing more than to beat Helena Noir.
Dark Voice:
Then just don’t say it! Believe it with everything you got! Be confident Joey!
Joey nods his head in agreement seemingly getting more confident.
Joey Leclair:
You're right, but you never told me who you are.
Dark Voice:
I am the darkness within you. The evil that you hide deep inside, In essence I am your alter ego.
Joey Leclair:
My alter ego?....
Dark Voice:
Yes, and I am willing to help you, but there is one condition.
Joey Leclair:
What is this condition then?
Dark Voice:
I will only allow you to summon me during desperate situations.
Joey nods slowly.
Joey Leclair:
You have a deal!
Dark Voice:
I won’t promise that you will beat Helena Noir or always win even with my help, but we won’t be an easy victory that much I can promise, now then turn around.
Joey slowly turns around and as he does? A shadow rushes into him knocking him on his back, and as he lands on his back, the glass rooms disappears, and all that can be seen is a pitch black room, and suddenly the sound of Joey Leclair laughing maniacally can be heard with demonic undertones as the scene shuts off.
Yulia Kirilenko (voiceover):
The more you tell her she can’t do something, the harder she’s going to try and prove you wrong.
Cut to The Chicago Fight Lab, Yulia’s newly opened gym, where Echo is in the ring, sitting in a corner. In the opposite corner sat a man with a towel over his head, and in between them stood Yulia herself.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Good first round, you two. Echo, I need you to keep your eyes up and keep moving. Damian, put the pressure on her, don’t let up until she makes you. Let’s go.
Damian tosses his towel away and the two square up once again, Echo grappling with the larger man and eventually overpowering him after a series of holds and throws exchanged between the two.
Damian Carter (voiceover):
I’ve been training in MMA, for four or five years now off and on. I’ve trained with some great fighters, and I gotta say not many have hit me harder than Echo. She learns quick, and she doesn’t have a low gear. It’s all or nothing.
The brief sparring session ends with Echo hitting a quick double leg takedown on Damian, followed by quickly hooking his leg for a heel hook.Yulia was quick to step in, unwinding their limbs to let Damian back away with a smile.
Yulia Kirilenko:
That’s good. That’s all it takes, Juliet. You don’t need to stand and throw fists with Dean, you don’t need to match him blow for blow, move for move. You just need one, and don’t let go until he taps out.
Echo:
Yeh, whatever. Let’s go again.
Yulia shakes her head and backs away, letting the two go at it once again…
The video transitions to Echo sitting with Yulia and Damian sometime later, gathered around a table watching Dean’s previous matches, though Echo was on the edge of her seat, taking note of every opening she might be able to exploit, trying to spot the moments she should slow things down or speed right back up. Yulia tossed a pencil at her to draw her attention.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Stop. You’re paying attention to the wrong things, Juliet. You’re looking at things you can pick apart, his weaknesses, but that’s not going to work. He’s going to know his every weakness better than you ever could, and he’s not going to let you at them.
Echo:
Mate, shut up, I’m trying to watch this.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Everyone goes after the weaknesses, Jules, and it hasn’t worked out well.
The Aussie huffed, slamming her hands on her thighs as she turned to face Yulia.
Yulia Kirilenko
Instead, figure out how to minimize the things he does well. His quick punches, you’re going to have to avoid those. You’re going to have to watch out for when he tries to throw you around. He’s bigger, stronger and arguably faster. So you’re going to have to be smarter, not try to punch your way through him.
Echo:
Listen here, you cu-...
Damian Carter:
She’s right. Look, I’m only here because I can only somewhat approximate what he can do, but obviously I’m not close to that. Don’t think because you can throw me around and what not that you have it wrapped up. He’s had that belt since May, he’s not going to let it go easily.
Echo:
I never once assumed he was going to let it go easily, but he is going to let it go. It’s up to him whether or not he can walk after, but he’s not leaving with the title.
Yulia sighed and shook her head, pausing the match that was displayed on the screen.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Don’t let your ego get in the way. You’re good at this, very good, and I have invested a lot in your future.
Echo:
Please, we’ve been over this, stop using that word. I’m not a beachfront property, I’m not an investment.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Whatever, Jules...just...overconfidence is going to get you beat. None of us here want you to lose.
Echo pushed herself off her seat, staring a hole straight through the ever annoying Russian.
Echo:
I’m not going to lose, know why?
Yulia sat back, crossing her arms across her chest as she waited.
Echo:
Because he told me I wouldn’t be the one to beat him for that title. He signed the death certificate for his title run right then and there. Sure, he can walk it back and say, solely because of you Yulia, that he’s not going to overlook me, but that’s bullshit. He knows he’s going to beat me, and that’s why I have to beat him.
Without waiting for a rebuttal, she yanked Damian to his feet and lead him back to the ring, leaving Yulia to bounce her head against the table. She quickly regained her wits and followed, watching the Toronto and Melbourne natives going at one another once again, but in Echo’s fired up state she was quickly taken down and forced to submit to an armbar. Yulia stood over her, whistling with her hands behind her back.
Echo:
Shut up, cunt.
Yulia Kirilenko:
You gotta keep your head…
Echo:
I said, shut up.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Or he’s going to knock your ass out, or make you tapout, or just beat you by decision. You get pissed off and everything goes to hell. You get overconfident... everything goes to hell. You give a nice speech but what does it matter when you act like this?
The screen cuts to black before Echo’s response could be heard.
Damian Carter (voiceover):
For all of her positives, and there’s a lot, but uh… There’s a few negatives too.
We return to a later day in the week, after Echo’s tantrum period had ended. Her and Damian were once again locking up in the ring, Echo trying her best to overpower him but to no avail. He quickly hooked her leg with his heel, pushing her down to the mat, but he himself was caught into a triangle choke in one fluid movement. Yulia, as per usual, was quick to step in and break it up.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Good, but Dean’s size is going to make that difficult to pull off in the heat of the moment. Even harder if you get pissed off, which knowing you….
Echo:
Look, this isn’t an MMA fight. It’s just as much a good old fashioned wrestling match.
Yulia Kirilenko:
In which you can only win by submission, knockout, or scorers decision.
Echo:
So just let me beat his ass like I would anyone else and we can call it a day. Don’t know why you have to complicate an easy thing.
Yulia sighed and crouched down next to Echo.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Because at the end of the day, you’re not training here to just win a match. You’re training here to become a better fighter, and have more tools at your disposal will help you more in the long run. You incorporate a little jiujitsu, you have a better chance when you’re taking on someone like Dean. Or anyone, really. You complain too much.
Echo:
I just think that turning me into something else isn’t how I want to win. If I’m not me, what the hell is the point? Made a name for myself by kicking people's teeth in, not being some grappling god.
Echo slid herself over to the corner and snatched up her waiting water bottle, downing half of it as Yulia stared blankly.
Yulia Kirilenko:
It’s. A. Tool. What good is a tool box if you only have a hammer, but no screwdrivers, or wrenches? You need the right tool for the job, even if you just want to bash something repeatedly, that isn’t always going to fix the problem.
Echo:
The problem is I just want to fight. This feels like a big distraction, all this training, all these new techniques you’re throwing at me.
Yulia Kirilenko:
He beat you once already, in a regular match, your supposed forte. I told you already, you can’t over power him, you can’t out maneuver him, you’re going to have to outsmart him, and the more things you can throw at him the better. Things he hasn’t seen from you, things he doesn’t think to expect. You’re learning everything so quickly, you’re getting good at most of it.
Echo sighed and turned her bottle toward Yulia, squeezing it and spraying water over her face. She sat there laughing, while Yulia looked confused.
Echo:
Whatever, Yulia. You’re the boss. I’m just a tool box filled with tools.
Damian Carter:
You might want to change your phrasing.
Echo and Yulia both shot a glare in his direction, making him slide out of the ring as once again the screen faded to black. Upon the pictures return, it’s focused on a Chicago Fight Lab patch sewn onto a leather jacket, which quickly got yanked out of frame by Echo herself. We’re now live and backstage at the Tokyo Dome.
Echo:
We’ve been over this, and uh, you all know me but… My name is Echo. I love fighting, I love winning, and I love subverting expectations. I know what a lot of people are thinking here, yeh? My last few matches, sure, they could’ve gone better and I’m the first to admit it. I take every loss hard, because I’m a competitor. The only way this world is ideal is if my loss column is empty. But tonight, we take steps to make this world a lot better.
Tonight, I go out there in front of thousands here live. In front of thousands upon thousands watching at home. In front of friends, family and enemies alike. This is my first title match. This is what I’ve worked for since I was a child. This is what it’s all about.
She tossed her jacket around her shoulders, sliding each arm in the sleeves with a little flourish. A smile hasn’t left her face since the camera started rolling, her excitement being quite hard to contain.
Echo:
I’ve been training hard for this. And...I won’t shy away from how pissed off it made me. You all saw it. But I’m standing here today better than I was, I had one hell of a coach and one hell of a training partner. They pushed me pretty damn hard. Yulia, especially. We’d leave the gym, and still be going over strategy. She’d keep me up at night to drill me on what I should be doing. It was hell but standing here now, I can tell you, it was pretty great. And Damian...well, he’s a goof, he’s annoying as all hell, and he beat my ass as much as I beat his, but it was worth it.
That brings me to you, Dean…
She pause
She paused for a moment, listening to the stirring crowd that were faintly cheering in the background.
Echo:
Whatever you think you know about me, I hope you’ve spent this last week forgetting it. Whatever you think is going to happen tonight, think differently. When Yulia first told me that making a run for the Invictus Championship was something I should think about, I scoffed at the idea. This wasn’t my style, this wasn’t where I wanted my career to go, but I humored her. I took the match with Alan Envy, I made my mistakes, but I won. She was ecstatic, but I wanted to get back to normal.
But you…
Her smile faded, a bit of anger flashing in her eyes.
Echo:
You said, I wouldn’t be the one to end your damn near year title run. You wrote me off, and that lit a fire that you don’t just throw water on. You can call it petty, or childish, I don’t care. You tell me I can’t do something, I’m going to hell and back to prove you wrong.
Everything mistake I make tonight? You better pounce, because it won’t happen more than once. You better be quick to put me down, because if not, you’re giving me all the opening I need. You’ve been great, Dean, you’ve done very well for yourself and Riot as a whole. We’ll all thank you for carrying that torch.
But tonight, you’re not handing it to me, I’m taking it, and I know it won’t be easy. But…
Yulia Kirilenko:
You’re almost up, Echo. Stop yapping and get over here.
Echo raised an eyebrow before turning to face Yulia, who stood there with her own Chicago Fight Labs jacket and Damian. She bounced over to the pair and they took their time with hugs.
Damian Carter:
Go for the legs, kid. You got this.
Yulia Kirilenko:
And for the love of God, stay out of your own head. You have a gameplan, stick to it, please.
Echo nodded and gave Damian a fist bump, then a quick hug to Yulia before she made her way down the hallway, leaving the two to go find their seats.
Invictus Championship Match
Invictus Rules
Dean Smith (c) VS EchoInvictus Rules
For 274 days Dean Smith has ruled over the Invictus division, defeating all odds and opponents that stepped up to him. Echo would love to be the dethroning him, if anything just to prove him wrong. First Round “Forget everything you know”. The words Yulia Kirilenko told him last week were still echoing in Dean’s mind as he glanced at the former Riot General Manager sitting in the first row next to Damian Carter. Was she just hyping the last signee she brought to Riot, before parting ways with the company? Or was there any truth in her words? One thing was for sure, being a Riot original he knew the russian oh too well, and he never heard her talking about anyone the way she talked about Echo. These, and many other thoughts crossed Dean’s mind in the first minute of this match, sixty seconds were none of them tried a hold, nor a strike. A long phase of study, Echo surprisingly calm considering her fiery temper and Dean incredibly shy, while in other circumstances he wouldn’t mind get out of the gates all guns blazing. Dropping on her knee, Echo immediately went for the leg, taking Dean down to the mat. She definitely worked a lot on her ground game, applying a knee bar in one fluid movement. Smith was equally quick to react with a kick to the face. Echo let go of the hold and was quickly back to her feet, ready for Dean’s next wave of offense. And here he came, lefts and rights in quick succession. Echo managed to dodge most of them, sneaking in a couple of punches to the ribs here and there. And then again she went for Dean’s right leg, a stiff kick to the thigh to block the champion’s offense. Another kick reached him in the stomach and doubled him over, wrapping her arm around his head and her legs around his torso for a standing guillotine choke. Probably the first mistake, at least judging by Yulia’s reaction. Anin fact, Dean easily powered out, slamming the young opponent down on the mat. From a mounting position, he began punching her face with heavy fists, until the bell rang. Judges Scores: Moretti: Smith 10-9 Maynard: Smith 10-9 Figgins: Smith 10-9 Second Round: “What?” Echo’s reaction after she saw the judges scores was pretty clear. She wasn’t happy with their decision, feeling she deserved more. Damien tried to calm her down but the Australian already turned back to her opponent, snorting and gnashing her teeth. And as the bell rang, she did exactly what she was taught not to do, charging at the champion. Sure, she landed some hard strikes that definitely rocked Dean but he did way more damage to her with the few blows he landed. Punch after punch he had her now in the corner, where he added a few knee strikes to the mid section and then some uppercuts. Echo fired back, a desperate headbutt, creating a little bit of separation to knock Dean off his feet. The champion though immediately bounced back to his feet with a kip up and planted her with a spike ddt, following with a running clothesline. Now firmly in control, Smith was now looking to end the match, hooking her arms in a double underhook and driving some knees to the face, before suplexing her. As soon as she got up, dazed and stunned, he came at full speed with a running jumping knee to the face. Echo was laying against the ropes, bleeding from her nose. Dean was ready for the killing blow, but luckily for the young Australian, the match round ended. As she turned to head to her corner, Echo surely must have noticed Yulia covering her face with both hands while shaking her head. Things obviously weren’t going as planned. Judges Scores: Moretti: Smith 10-8 Maynard: Smith 10-8 Figgins: Smith 10-8 Final Round After cleaning up her face, Echo stood up to start her final round. Dean was already waiting for her, confident as always, while the young Australian? The fire that was burning in her eyes before the match started was completely gone. One last time, she turned around and glanced at her trainer and sparring partner sitting in the front row, looking for some advice, some guidance. Yulia brought her index to her temple, reminding her to use her head. She then raised showed her the open hand, mouthing “five seconds”. Echo nodded, turning back to her opponent as the final round started. She managed to stay away from Dean’s initial flurry, although her movements were less quick than they used to be. A right hook caught her flush on the jaw, she rebounded against the ropes and took him down with a dropkick to the knee. She tried to kick his face, but Dean blocked the foot and took her down. Again he went to pummel her with more punches to the face. Echo caught him in a triangle choke, a move Dean countered with a powerbomb. Smith climbed up to the top rope, waiting for her to get up to jump off with his Mean Dean. As soon as he did, Echo snapped and moved to the side, grabbing his right leg mid air. The champion landed hard on his face, but that was the lesser of his troubles. Five seconds was all it took Echo to lock him in a modified and improved version of the Heel Hook she beat Alan Envy with right here in Tokyo, in the first stop of the Big In Japan tour. And it didn’t take too long before the champion was forced to tap out to the fierce submission. WINNER: Echo (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Submission (Heel Hook), Round 3; 3:17 |
Peyton Holland: "Can we call this the upset of the night already?"
Ambra Monroe: "She surely was the underdog in this fight, but she just ended a nine months long reign."
Peyton Holland: "And look at her now."
Echo stands in the middle of the ring, battered, bruised but with the Invictus Championship raised in the air. She receives the compliments of the now former champion, the man she just beat Dean Smith. But her eyes immediately went to find Yulia and Damien in the front row. She left the ring and hopped the barricade, celebrating with them."
Ambra Monroe: "She surely was the underdog in this fight, but she just ended a nine months long reign."
Peyton Holland: "And look at her now."
Echo stands in the middle of the ring, battered, bruised but with the Invictus Championship raised in the air. She receives the compliments of the now former champion, the man she just beat Dean Smith. But her eyes immediately went to find Yulia and Damien in the front row. She left the ring and hopped the barricade, celebrating with them."
Backstage we find the beautiful blonde haired British Bombshell Glory Braddock walking through the arena. She is already dressed in her wrestling gear, ready for combat tonight against Jenni Anderson but right now someone else is on her mind. She ignores the officials and wrestlers scurrying around her as she marches with a determined stride through the backstage area. Eventually the self-proclaimed “Best in the World” comes to a stop near the concession area. A small grin forms upon her face.
Glory Braddock:
There you are!
The ‘you’ she is referring to is none other than her good friend Sophie O’Brian. As we pan over we see Sophie standing not too far away, dressed more casually in denim jeans, black leather boots, and a black top. Her long black hair hangs unrestrained to below her shoulders. Sophie and Glory approach one another and when they meet the two friends embrace in a tight hug. After breaking the hug Glory furrows her brow out of curiosity.
Glory Braddock:
So where is he?
Sophie O’Brian:
He’s here.
Glory Braddock:
But I don’t see him.
The woman from Belfast rolls her eyes.
Sophie O’Brian:
Trust me, he’s here.
Sophie turns towards the concession area and begins to shout angrily.
Sophie O’Brian:
MARK! You overgrown, smelly, ape! Get over here!
Glory cannot help but chuckle. She is used to Sophie speaking to her brother, Mark O’Brian like this. Sophie is truthfully the only person who can talk to Mark O’Brian like that and get away with it. Glory and Sophie watch as a large man, built like a brick wall with long brown hair, approaches. He has a hot dog in one hand and a cheese burger in the other. Sophie sighs and rolls her eyes.
Sophie O’Brian:
How often do we go to Japan, Mark?
Mark O’Brian:
Never.
Sophie O’Brian:
Right, never. This is one of the few times I could drag your happy ass here and the only thing you want to eat is a hot dog and a burger?
Her brother says nothing, he just shrugs his shoulders and takes a bite out of his hot dog. Glory chuckles lightly.
Glory Braddock:
Give your brother a break, love. At least he came.
Mark O’Brian:
Mfffft!
Sophie O’Brian:
Do NOT talk with your mouth fool, you uncivilized cave man.
Again Glory chuckles. Mark finishes chewing and then swallowing his food.
Mark O’Brian:
I said that there was no way I’d miss this! My sister is here to win the MWE World Championship tonight!
Sophie smacks Mark in the back of his head. The smack causes him to accidentally drop his burger. He stares down astonished and saddened at the loss of his meal and then up at his sister.
Mark O’Brian:
Hey! I was eating that!
Sophie O’Brian:
I am not competing tonight, fool! I am competing tomorrow!
Mark O’Brian:
Whatever. Point is, you got a title shot and I’m not gonna miss ya win it.
Sophie O’Brian:
That’s right, Mark. But this is not entirely about me. Remember who we are…
She points to herself, Mark, and Glory.
Sophie O’Brian:
When we were being trained at her father’s wrestling school, our fellow students nicknamed us The Holy Trinity because of how good we were as a unit, as a team. And as a team we will support one another. I appreciate your support Mark, yours too, Glory, and your support tomorrow will be greatly appreciated. But tonight…
The Belfast native places a hand on Glory’s shoulder.
Sophie O’Brian:
...tonight is about you. Make her suffer.
Glory Braddock:
Oh I intend to, Sophie.
Mark O’Brian:
You need us to make sure Pierce doesn’t get involved? I’ll gladly snap his neck if ya want me to?
The Best in the World shakes his head.
Glory Braddock:
I appreciate the thought, Mark, but I hope we don’t need to go that far.
Sophie smirks knowingly.
Sophie O’Brian:
Plus your attendance backstage, my dear brother, is dependant upon your behavior. If you went to the ring and snapped anyone’s neck, regardless of whether they deserved it or not, it is doubtful that you would be allowed back here again.
Glory Braddock:
Too true, Sophie. But definitely watch my back. Tonight I am going to make certain Jenni Anderson pays for her crimes against professional wrestling and pays for her disrespect towards me. But for now, let’s just enjoy one another’s company. It’s been far too long that all three of us have been together!
Braddock and the O’Brian siblings walk away, smiling, chatting as if none had a care in the world.
Singles Match
Jenni Anderson VS Glory BraddockThe Queenpin versus The Best In The World, two women with quite an ego and the ambition to rule over the orange brand. A clash between them was inevitable since Jenni decided to make a name for herself at Glory’s expense when she interfered in her match against Henri Black back at Way Of The Dragon. There was no love lost between them, especially after Glory’s harsh words following the last Riot, when she called Anderson “irrelevant” and claimed that MWE “made a mistake” when they hired her. The Queenpin was determined to make Glory eat back her words, and thought that a resounding slap to the face was a good way to start. Talk about poking the bear, Braddock’s reaction to this disrespectful gesture was swift and ruthless, like the spinning heel kick that knocked Jenni down. Glory dragged her back to her feet and started a series of hard chops to the chest. To escape this flurry of strikes, Jenni dropped on the mat and rolled out of the ring, an action that didn’t sit well with the fans who started booing her. Hands to her chest, the New Jersey born was catching her breath when she noticed Glory taking a run to the ropes and going at her with a baseball slide. Anderson stepped aside and grabbed Braddock by the ankles, using her own momentum to spin her around and slam her against the barricade. After the brief excursion on the outside where the Queenpin took full advantage of the surrounding environment to inflict as much damage as possible to the Best In The World, setting her up on the barricade and connecting a big boot to the head, or smashing her face on the commentators’ table… And even though this gave her nothing but a two count, it certainly put her in a position of advantage, allowing her to control this part of the match. Jenni sent the opponent in the corner and followed with a running big boot to the face, knocking her down. From the top rope, she waited for Braddock to rise and planted her on top of her head with a tornado ddt. Once again the 14 times world champion kicked out. Glory’s experience came into play when she countered a diving crossbody with the Gloria In Excelsis Deo. Jenni literally bounced against Glory’s knees off the codebreaker, luckily for her ending up close the ropes. This probably saved her, allowing to simply touch the bottom rope with her foot and interrupt what could have very well been a three count. Braddock kicked into the high gear, her offense becoming more intense and even showing some of that mean streak portrayed since the SCW ppv Day Of Infamy. She connected a series of high impact moves, including the Beautiful Insanity and the (Glorious DDT) and a suplex double knee backbreaker. But she never tried to pin Jenni, it looked like she was trying to teach Jenni a lesson, rather than trying to win the match. Her confidence, some would say arrogance, almost costed her the match when Jenni surprised her with the Adora-Bomb, a roll up into a facebuster. Braddock quickly took back control, obtaining another two count with a brainbuster. The turning point came with Jenni’s Bad Luck Cutter, a spinning cross neckbreaker almost out of nowhere. Sure, the way Anderson created the opening to connect it was not exactly the most sportsmanlike, a thumb to the eye after an attempt to bite her, but everything goes in love and war. And there was certainly no love between these two women. Anyway, Jenni was now on the driver’s seat, her offense becoming more and more intense especially with those kicks, hard and ruthless, setting her up for the Kicking Me Deadly (cartwheel enziguri). Shockingly, Glory kicked out just in the nick of time. Somehow the Best In The World was still in the match, fighting punch for punch against the Queenpin in an intense exchange in the middle of the ring. And somehow she came out on top, knocking Jenni down with a bicycle kick coming back from the ropes after an elbow to the face. Both women were down, the referee started to count them both. Out on the ramp came Golden Era, walking to the ring with a quick stride. The referee blocked his count at 7 and tried to stop them, ending up on his ass when Kyle shoved him away. He immediately called for the bell WINNER: // BY: No Contest, 12:44 |
Sir Figgles: "What is Golden Era doing here?"
Amy Maynard: "Aside from ruining the match?"
Neil Newman went to Glory Braddock, while Kyle Butler picked up Jenni Anderson and wrap her arms around her in a tight bear hug. Newman hit the ropes and knocked her down with the End Of An Era! The fans were expecting the same to happen to Glory but the Golden Era picked up Jenni once again and, following Glory's order they lifted launched her in the air for the British Bombshell to catch her in mid air for another Glory In Excelsis Deo. And just like that, the trio left the ring, leaving Anderson laying right in the middle of it.
Amy Maynard: "Aside from ruining the match?"
Neil Newman went to Glory Braddock, while Kyle Butler picked up Jenni Anderson and wrap her arms around her in a tight bear hug. Newman hit the ropes and knocked her down with the End Of An Era! The fans were expecting the same to happen to Glory but the Golden Era picked up Jenni once again and, following Glory's order they lifted launched her in the air for the British Bombshell to catch her in mid air for another Glory In Excelsis Deo. And just like that, the trio left the ring, leaving Anderson laying right in the middle of it.
We head backstage to see “The Rising Phoenix” Bobbi Jackson standing in front of a MWE Big In Japan Pay Per View backdrop. Alongside Jackson stands her manager and girlfriend, Alexa Cannon. The two exchange a quick glance and nod at one another before Bobbi looks to the camera and wastes no time beginning to speak with a serious tone in her voice...
Bobbi Jackson:
Tonight is the night. Tonight is when I make Duke Andrews tap out in the middle of that ring and finally become the MWE Lockdown Champion. There's been a lot of trash talk and insults thrown from both sides for months now. I'm woman enough to admit that, but the time for all of that is over and done with. Let's just talk about the facts, shall we...?
Bobbi puts her index finger up in the air.
Bobbi Jackson:
One, this is a singles match for the Lockdown Championship. Meaning one on one. Meaning you need to beat me on your own without any help. My friends are in the building. Mel, Kenzie, and Sophie? They have my back if you intend on trying to cheat with your little A.P.E. buddies, just like I'll be watching out for all of them all weekend long. So here's my advice...son, just don't!
The Phoenix puts up a second finger, a sly grin on her face.
Bobbi Jackson:
Two, despite all of the stupid things you say making yourself look like one of the dumbest people on the face of this Earth. I actually KNOW you're a talented wrestler inside that ring when you want to be. When you actually care enough to try and not try to take cowardly shortcuts? You're a hell of a competitor. But I've studied you, Andrews. Every time we've stepped into the ring together I've learned something new about you. Can the same be said for you about me? I doubt it...
Bobbi puts up a third and final finger to deliver her final point.
Bobbi Jackson:
And most importantly? The third thing! One on one, Duke? You've never pinned me. You've never made me submit. Tonight that doesn't change. Because tonight right here in the Tokyo Dome I'm locking you in the Trial by Fire in the center of that ring and I will NOT let go until you are tapping out begging for release. After this weekend I am leaving Japan as the MWE Lockdown Champion. If you have a problem with that Duke? Read between the lines!
Bobbi says referencing her three fingers in the air as she chuckles. Alexa grins and walks off-screen as the Phoenix turns to follow but stops as if she forgot something. She looks back at the camera quickly.
Bobbi Jackson:
And to all my friends on the roster and any fans in attendance. I'll be at TGI Fridays after the show enjoying a celebratory meal! Come by and say hello! I'll be happy to take photos and sign autographs for anyone who wants one!
And with that, Bobbi rushes off to follow Alexa, a purpose in their step as the show returns to ringside for the next match up.
The scene cuts to a previously recorded segment. In a jam packed stadium full of cheering people, an empty podium stands in the middle of a crowded room. Behind the podium hangs an American flag and the smiling face of Chris Constantine Junior on a banner. A round of applause quickly fills the room as CCJ makes his way into the room and stands behind the podium. Dressed in a blue custom made suit, CCJ gives a smile and waves to the crowd. Clearing his throat, CCJ begins to address the people and the camera with everyone watching at home.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
MWE Universe! Tomorrow will be a new chapter for MWE when I, Chris Constantine Junior, become victorious and obtain the MWE Championship! For too long now this company has been led by individuals who don’t know what they’re doing in front of the camera and behind it. Individuals who think the title just means a better pay day and the opportunity to slack off in between pay per views! Well no more I say! No more to these. Look sucking vampires. Once I become champion those days will be behind us and you, the MWE Universe will have a champion you can all be proud of! No longer will we travel to communist dictatorships that oppress their civilians. No longer will we step onto another country's wrestling promotions territory and steal their pay days and their audience! MWE Universe! The days of useless wrestlers in our roster are done and over with and once I become YOUR MWE Champion I will fire the majority of the wrestlers and staff and bring in people that are entertaining and know what they are doing instead of the leeches and idiots that now run around in MWE.”
The emotion is getting high for CCJ as he slams his fist onto the podium and points at the camera!
Chris Constantine Jr.:
I have a vision for MWE! I have a plan to make this company great once again and to make our company not the best wrestling promotion in America! But in the entire world! And with the likes of Jacob Hammerstein, Duke Andrews, and Reese Kennedy by my side, American Pain Experience! APE will make MWE great again. So tomorrow! Turn your iPads on and watch. Turn on your televisions on and watch! Come to the arena and watch! Watch as I! Chris Constantine Junior defy the odds and become the NEW MWE Champion.”
CCJ raises his hands to the side and soaks in the cheering crowd as a smile emerges on his face!
Chris Constantine Jr.:
God Bless the MWE Universe. God Bless MWE. And God Bless the USA!”
A smiling Olivia Constantine makes her way over to Chris and stands next to her man as Constantine raises his hands above his head and gives out a peace sign as the rowdy crowd in attendance continue to cheer as the scene slowly fades to black.
Lockdown Championship Match
Duke's rule: Submission
Duke Andrews (c) VS Bobbi JacksonDuke's rule: Submission
The Rising Phoenix versus The Epitome Of Perfection, part 3. Duke Andrew has been Lockdown Champion since Lux In Tenebris in September, and for the major part of his title reign he had to defend it from Bobbi Jackson’s attack. Twice he succeeded, even though not without controversy. The first time, he took a count out win at Homecoming, while at Way Of The Dragon the member of APE was saved by the intervention of Nina. The two met multiple times without the title on the line, even though in tag team or trios match. In one circumstances Duke tapped to the Trials By Fire, but he got his revenge last week when he decimated Bobbi giving his team the win with an impressive and ruthless performance. He brought that same intensity tonight, starting the match strong with an incredibly stiff clothesline right out of the gate. The Phoenix was down, helpless victim of Andrews’ vicious stomps. Michigan’s favorite son was on a mission tonight, hell bent to prove once and for all and without the shadow of a doubt that he’s better than Jackson. The blonde bombshell created herself an opening with some punches to the floating ribs while Duke was dragging her back to her feet, needless to say yanking her hair. Quickly moving behind his back, Bobbi hit him with a couple of hard kicks to the lower back, a sound strategy, aiming to inflict as much pain as possible before, eventually, locking her version of the sharpshooter. From that position, she hooked his arms and set him up for the unprettier, but Duke slipped away and pushed her chest first against the ropes, hitting Bobbi with a roaring elbow to the back of the head. Jackson was down on her knees and the champion dragged her to the ropes, resting her neck on the middle one and placed his knee to her spine, pushing down for an illegal choke. Andrews was out to hurt his opponent, holding her now in a cravate while bombarding her with a series of quick knee strikes. He then dropped her to a seated position, applying a chin lock and adding more pressure with his knee on her back. Not without struggle, the Rising Phoenix rose indeed to her feet, breaking free with some elbow strikes to the jaw. She ran to the ropes but Duke grabbed once again her hair and pulled her onto his knee for a neckbreaker. This earned him a warning by the official which Duke blatantly shrugged off, continuing his onslaught with the Red Wing Stomps. Cocky as ever, he took some time to mock her before dropping the last stomp, giving Bobbi time to recover and roll out of the way. Spinning on the mat, she kicked him hard on the back of the knees, dropping him down. More kicks to the back followed, chopping Duke down flat on his stomach. She took a run to the ropes and jumped for a knee drop to the lower back. Rolling him over, she stepped between his legs and looked to apply the Trials By Fire, almost getting caught by Duke in his Good Night. Bobbi managed to slip away before he could lock it in. As both competitors stood once again in front of one another, Duke indicated with his thumb and index how close he was to make her tap out. Mind games that didn’t seem to have the opposite effect on Bobbi. Instead of demoralising her, it fired her up. With a standing dropkick, she pushed the champion back into the corner. She walked toward him, grabbing his by the back of his head and driving his face against the turnbuckle. The fans started to count, one, two, three… All the way up to nine. Planting his foot on the lower rope, Duke blocked the tenth and elbowed the challenger on the jaw. A quick lefts and rights combo, a kick to the leg and a spinning backfist, ending the Red White & Blue Combo with a roaring elbow and Duke was again in control. He picked her up and sat her on his shoulders, looking for that Andrews Effect. With one last, desperate burst of energy she started punching him to the crown of the head until she managed to slip down behind his back, jumping with both knees on his back taking him down with a backstabber. The blonde girl tried once again to put him in her Trials By Fire, this time locking the submission in deep. Duke was in great difficulty and, to nobody’s surprise, Chris Constantine came out to the rescue. He was running down to the ramp, Bobbi shook her head fearing another pointless DQ win. Hidden in the crowd, a guardian angel was watching her back. Knowing all too well APE and their shenanigans, Melissa Reeves jumped the barricade and intercepted Constantine, hitting him with a right punch. The rest of APE, Hammerstein and Kennedy came out as well, the Chicago Way Champion literally ran through Melissa Reeves and was heading to the ring. Kennedy’s scream stopped him midway, forcing him to turn around to see his manager laying down and a smiling Kenzie Garrett standing over him. Hammerstein went back to his challenger before she could hit Reese again, like she was threatening him to. This left Duke with no help and no chance but to tap out. WINNER: Bobbi Jackson (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Submission (Trials By Fire), 12:54 |
Peyton Holland: "She finally did it! Bobbi Jackson is the New Lockdown Champion!"
Ambra Monroe: "With a little help from Melissa Reeves and Kenzie Garrett watching her back and stop APE from interfering once again."
Peyton Holland: "Sure, but this takes nothing away from her win. She beat him clean in the ring, finally capturing the gold."
Ambra Monroe: "Congratulation to Bobbi then. We'll see what stipulation she will pick for her Lockdown defenses going forward."
Ambra Monroe: "With a little help from Melissa Reeves and Kenzie Garrett watching her back and stop APE from interfering once again."
Peyton Holland: "Sure, but this takes nothing away from her win. She beat him clean in the ring, finally capturing the gold."
Ambra Monroe: "Congratulation to Bobbi then. We'll see what stipulation she will pick for her Lockdown defenses going forward."
Savage by Defecto begins playing throughout the arena as the fans get loud anticipating the arrival of the Death Dealer, but he doesn’t show as the crowd looks on in confusion.
Sir Figgles:
I knew it! He is a coward he ran away from Helena Noir!.
Amy Maynard:
Let’s not to conclusions now. Helena said she is going to end him so maybe she attacked him before the match.
A video appears on the titantron of the parking lot area where a security guard is standing guard at the arena entrance when he is slowly approached by a guy wearing blue jeans and a hoodie hiding his face as he slowly drags a barbed wired bat across the ground ground on his right side.
Security Guard:
Halt! No weapons allowed! If you come any closer I will be forced to take action.
The guy doesn’t heed his warning and continues moving stopping directly in front of him with his head lowered hiding his identity, and the security guard pulls out his gun and points it to the guy with his hands shaking.
Security Guard:
I will do it, I’m warning you!
The mysterious guy raises his head slightly so that only the security guard can see his identity.
Security Guard:
Joey Leclair! Your late bro your music has already played completely through, man is management going to be pissed at you for being late!
Joey Leclair:
Shut the fuck up!
Joey quickly raises the barbed wired bat, and bashes the security guard on the right side of his head sending him to the ground knocking him unconscious.
Sir Figgles:
What the fuck?!
Amy Maynard:
My thoughts exactly!
Love The Way You Hate Me by Like a Storm begins playing throughout the arena as a pillar of fire shoots up from the center stage area and when it disappears? Standing in the center is Joey Leclair still holding the barbed wired bat with his right hand, and looking down still hiding his face. Joey slowly lifts his left hand slowly removing the hood and then lifts his head slowly revealing his face painted completely white, and his eyes being pitch black.
Sir Figgles:
What are we seeing?! Is this even the same Joey Leclair?!
Amy Maynard:
Well last week he did promise a darker side, and earlier tonight an alter ego was mentioned so is this that alter ego we are seeing?!
Joey tilts his head to the left staring into the ring at Helena Noir in a creepy fashion, and then lets the barbed wire bat hit the floor, and slowly walks down the ramp dragging the bat not taking his eyes off of Helena while randomly twitching his head at random intervals.
Sir Figgles:
He better not come near me I’m telling you partner! That twitching is freaking me out.
Rumchata Ayano:
Introducing next from the darkness within! PALE BlOOD JOEY LECLAIR!!!!
Joey continues his slow walk down the ramp until he reaches the ring steps. Joey lays the barb wired bat on the top of the steps, and pulls his hoodie off revealing a fishnet shirt underneath as he slides under the bottom rope. Joey stares at Helena for a moment before backing up the the corner nearest him, and sits at the turnbuckle laying back against it waiting for the bell to ring.
Unsanctioned Match
Helena Noir VS Joey LeclairThere was no bell to sound, Ryen Riekert, the chosen man to supervise this match remembered them that they could start the hostility at any moment. But none of the competitors moved, Pale Blood Joey Leclair remained sat in his corner, the barbed wire bat just within reach. Helena in the middle of the ring, staring down at him, almost studying the Death Dealer, or rather this new version of him. Eventually Joey stood up walking toward Helena with a slow pace, dragging the bat behind him. Noir didn’t flinch, not even when he raised the bat and pointed it against her chest, poking her. Joey whispered a few words, promising her that he will drag out that lost side of her, even if he had to carve it out from her. And still no reaction from the glacial Helena. Her lack of emotions annoyed Joey, who now pushed Helena’s back. She got right back on his face, a war of nerves between them. And finally Leclair had enough, taking a step back to swing the bat, aiming at the head. Helena ducked it and immediately went for a low blow. The Pale Blood lost his grip on the bat, which immediately changed possession. Helena looked for a moment at the barbed wire wrapped object before swinging it down to Joey’s back. immediately spilling blood. The Japanese fans are almost used to violence, and they seemed to enjoy what the two rivals were bringing to the table. Leclair was using the bat do grind Helena’s forehead, turning her face into a crimson mask. He then sent her against the ropes, swinging for the fences a hard blow to Helena’s stomach. The last Liberty Champion was down on her knees, bleeding from her head and, most likely with some lacerations on the abdomen as well. Leclair was laughing, but the smile on his face quickly disappeared when Helena, uncaring of the sharp edges cutting through the palm of her hands, grabbed the bat and yanked it away from him, tossing the weapon out of the ring. She stood up, her left hand still on the stomach, the right one taunting Joey, inviting him to come get some. And he did, missing the clothesline and catching a back kick to the stomach instead. Helena quickly spun around, taking him down with a discus lariat. Firing herself up, she waited for him to stand up and caught him with a flurry of right fists to the face, firing him to the ropes and catching him with a leg lariat. With the opponent down, Helena went to the corner and removed the protective pad from the top turnbuckle. A few moments later she was busting his head against it until she cracked his skull open. The ring wasn’t enough to contain the two competitors, who soon were battling on the outside at the expenses of one of the two commentators’ tables. After barking at Peyton and Ambra to move, Joey piledrived Helena through the table. Ryen went to check but, although battered, the last Liberty Champion was still in it, starting to move through the debris. Slowly, she pulled herself up, only to get knocked back down by the Death Dealer elbow. Leclair reached the timekeeper’s area and grabbed the bell, with all the intention to ring it on Helena’s head. He followed the tattooed woman who was crawling toward the apron to use it to pull herself up. Looming over her, he was ready to strike with that wicked smile on his face, failing to notice that Helena had grabbed a chair from under the ring, driving it in Joey’s mid section. Joey looked at Helena, well aware of how dangerous she is with a chair in hands. A first shot hit him right on the face, flooring the Death Dealer. He began crawling toward the ramp, advancing despite Noir’s shots to the back. Never once she hit him plain with it, driving the edge of the chair on his spine instead. The reason why Leclair was crawling to that specific part of the arena suddenly became clear. The barbed wire baseball bat was right there at Joey’s disposal. He grabbed it and swung it to Helena, who parried the shot using the chair as a shield, once again snatching it away from Leclair’s possession. Joey was heading up the ramp, trying to escape from Helena and those vicious chair shots. A kick to the knee slowed down Helena’s offense, giving Joey the chance to kick away the chair from her hands. A brawl followed, the two of them hitting each other with heavy strikes. Joey had the better, holding now Helena’s head and delivering hard elbows to the jaw. Out of desperation, Noir blasted him with a headbutt, pouring more blood from the once closed wound on her head. This didn’t stop her from hitting the opponent with the Dalecarlian Horse, knocking him off the stage! She looked down at him, and yelled at Riekert to stop the match. But he couldn’t since Joey was barely moving, trying to get up. Shaking her head, Helena jumped down and hit him with more punches to the head. Now in a trance, she wrapped the chair around Joey’s neck and resolutely climbed back on the stage. Ambra pointed out how Helena could be breaking Joey’s neck and end his career if she jumped from that height. The thought must have crossed Helena’s mind as well, as the last Liberty Champion hesitated. She almost begged Riekert to end the match, or she would have ended Joey’s career. He said that he couldn’t, the match they signed up for could only end when one of them was incapacitated to continue. And this wasn’t the case. A few moments of tension, Helena seemingly ready to jump now… But she changed her mind at the last moment, turning away and shaking her head. “I can’t…” She was heard saying a moment before taking her decision to walk out of the match. Only a few steps toward the exit and a pissed off Joey hit her from behind with a forearm to the head. She turned Helena around and headbutted her, dragging the stunned opponent to the edge and lift her upside down, falling backwards off the stage for a suicidal Brain Damage. A collective gasp echoed in the Tokyo Dome, the camera zooming to the two bodies laying on the floor. Joey barely moving, Helena knocked out cold, having landed head first on top of the chair she had wrapped around Joey’s neck a few moments ago. That was it, Riekert called for the end of the match and paramedics rushed to check on both competitors. WINNER: Joey Leclair BY: KO (Brain Damage), 13:19 |
Amy Maynard: "Thank God it's over."
Sir Figgles: "Man, this was intense."
Amy Maynard: "Joey may have won the match, but at what price? He's barely moving."
Sir Figgles: "It could have gone so much worse for him, Helena was about to break his neck..."
Amy Maynard: "That's true. Which makes me wonder if the "old Helena", the one Joey has looked up to, the one he wanted to see tonight... Maybe that Helena would have jumped and possibly ended his career."
Sir Figgles: "We'll never know, Amy. We'll never know."
Sir Figgles: "Man, this was intense."
Amy Maynard: "Joey may have won the match, but at what price? He's barely moving."
Sir Figgles: "It could have gone so much worse for him, Helena was about to break his neck..."
Amy Maynard: "That's true. Which makes me wonder if the "old Helena", the one Joey has looked up to, the one he wanted to see tonight... Maybe that Helena would have jumped and possibly ended his career."
Sir Figgles: "We'll never know, Amy. We'll never know."
As the camera cut to the backstage area, a figure was picked up with their back to the camera, a sea of tight curls hanging down to their shoulders, crimson, gold and silver being their colours, and they wore a leather jacket decorated in faux feathers. They clenched their black gloved hands, as if they were trying to get feeling into those fingers, before their soft and delicate voice was heard.
Anastasia Starling:
Enjoy the silence…
Their words oozed charm, a soothing tone to them as they carried on what they were saying.
Anastasia Starling:
That is the Rollins way, after all, isn’t it? Just ignore what happened, don’t say a word, if nothing positive was there or no positive light was cast on you, just forget it. It never happened. No point responding or speaking about anything that could paint you badly. Just forget it happened. If you forget, they will forget. That is the Rollins way.
The stunning figure of Anastasia Starling then turned their head, surprisingly without that raven’s mask of theirs, looking more like the Ana of old, before they signed with MWE, but that look of steely determination was ever present in those famous greens and blues.
Anastasia Starling:
But I never forget...
She said tapping their nose, as they began to tie their long, luscious locks up in a tight bun, their eyes piercing the camera as they stared a hole into it.
Anastasia Starling:
I’ll be honest, I was done. I have said this but people really didn’t know to what extent… After what happened in December, I was ready to walk away. I’d had enough. I made my final stand, and almost never walked again, smiled again, breathed again. I played my final card, and did what I had to do. I made the change that needed to be made, protected those that didn’t know what was coming for them and did what I had to do… And while my family knew, there were so many that played the same card as you. And whether it was that they never cared or not, whether they did care… They just decided to forget that it never happened. If they forget, everyone else will.
Starling folded her arms, the former PW and SSWA World Champion keeping their focus on the camera, their right hand reaching up to delicately tough the necklace that clung to her throat.
Anastasia Starling:
But you pulled me back, Tiffany. My wheels and wings were out the door, my bags were packed and ready to go. There was nothing left for me, or that was how it felt. But then you opened your mouth, knowing I was in a wheelchair, knowing I was hurt, knowing I was only weeks from waking from a goddamn coma. And you said what you felt you should say, months after you should have said it, and that’s when I woke up and flipped the switch. And I’m not sure if that was your intention at all. Maybe it was, I guess I may never know. Who knows what goes on in the mind of the girl who just wants to fight? What goes on in the mind of the girl who just shows up to wrestle? What goes on in the mind of the girl who doesn’t want to talk?
Starling shrugged, before folding her arms again, before there was some movement, as if she was spelling out exactly what she was saying in sign language, as if she was doing so on instinct over anything else.
Anastasia Starling:
I can’t answer that question, but I sure can speak my own mind, let you know how I feel, how I think, how I’m going to deal with all of this. And deal with this I will, I assure you of that, cousin.
She took a step forward, her eyes asbording the scene like a sponge as she began to let rip, emitting power with every word that was clearly beyond her size.
Anastasia Starling:
You wanted to make this about the title, or so you claimed. You sure made a shit show of making people believe that, but that is besides the point. But let’s talk about that title, let’s talk about the belt you have been calling your own for over a year now, fighting words with silence and fists and doing everything in your power to keep it around your waist. That little girl from the little green brand sure did well moving here, to the big green brand, didn’t she? Well done. Seriously, well done. But nevermind what you have done, nevermind what you have accomplished, never, never, NEVER tell me I was wrong… Because in that most important rule my Uncle gave you, the rule about not fighting family… If I had listened to that, I would never had stood up against my father, knowing the crimes he was willing to commit. And ‘your’ family, your friends, your loved ones… Would they have been the same? I would have done that a thousand times over and had a thousand worse things happen to me if need be. And whether they care, or the people care, or the wolves care doesn't matter. Because I care, and I love, and that is the only crime I have ever been guilty of.
The emotion showed in Ana’s words, and the Passerine almost broke as she rifled off her speech, but as she grabbed that chain tightly, letting the back of her hand grace the gold, she composed herself, not letting the weight and power of her speech eat her up inside.
Anastasia Starling:
Away from what you said, away from your receipt… what you have done with that title has transcended anything else done in this company. You have a reign that will surely never be outlasted, you have topped a brand for longer than anyone else in the modern era, both here and beyond. You have worked wonders, miracles. But all those dry up one day, cousin… And calling me out, calling out Anastasia Starling, calling out the Impossible Bird who does Impossible things… That was a mistake. I’ve held World Titles across the globe, titles they could never take from me. I beat the man who could not be beat in Kol, I ended the threat and career of Alexa Corra, I was the first woman to pin the Prince and I was the Iron Woman and the Queen of the Mountain. And while your ego ran riot and you acted like I wanted to be you, you couldn’t be further from the truth. But one thing, one thing is true… I want what you have. And I will have it. I will have your title once the night is through, and it will be my title.
She made a motion of a belt, before taking in a few breathes, reminding herself to keep breathing as she clicked her heels three times and snapped her fingers, turning to stare into the screen one last time, The Pale Winged Passerine having one last thing to say to the Cloud Gate Champion.
Anastasia Starling:
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end, or so the saying goes. But let me share one more saying for you, and let it ring true in your mind… Evolve… Die… Transcend… This championship will Evolve, your reign will Die, and I will Transcend.
Cloud Gate Championship Match
2/3 Falls Match
Tiff Rollins (c) VS Anastasia Starling2/3 Falls Match
Peyton Holland: “One of the mostly anticipated matches not only on this pay-per-view, but perhaps in the history of MWE. The eleventh defense in Tiffany’s year long title reign against her own cousin, Anastasia Starling.” Ambra Monroe: “The fans have been talking about this match all week, especially about the challenger. Ana has been out of commission since december, since that brutal assault suffered at the Underground PPV A Time For Wolves. Fifty-one days have passed, almost half of them spent in a medically induced coma. Her being here tonight, ready to compete is already a miraculous recovery, but the question is. Is she going to be 100%?” Peyton Holland: “She better be, if she wants to take the title from Tiff. And remember, in order to do so she must pin or submit the champion not once, but twice.” Ambra Monroe: “Exactly. And in a match that’s likely to go on for a long time, the physical conditioning is going to be a major factor. The longer the match goes, the more it will favor the champion.” Peyton Holland: “That’s a good point. Without further ado, let’s go to the ring for the introductions.” Standing in the middle of the ring was Rumchata Ayano, looking beautiful in her red and white traditional kimono. Rumchata Ayano: “The following contest is a two out of three falls match and it is for the Cloud Gate Championship!” She said in her mother tongue before translating it in English. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Anaheim, California, standing at 5’4’’, weighing 114 pounds… She is the Pale Winged Passerine, ANASTASIAAA STARLIIIIIIIIING!” The lights in the arena dimmed out, thousands of bright dots from flash photography shining like stars through the darkness. But it’s not Trascend’s “Silence” blaring out of the loudspeakers as the former SSWA World Champion appears. Ambra Monroe: “Anastasia is walking out to her old theme song, the one she used when competing in Japan.” The change was welcomed by the japanese fans with loud cheers, but it was not the only one. For the first time since joining MWE, Starling wasn’t wearing her black raven mask. She looked very emotional on her way to the ring, the “Welcome Back” chants almost bringing tears to her eyes, a welcome change from the thousands screaming “Monsters” a couple of months back. The Songbird climbed the steps, entering the ring with a flip over the the top rope, almost as if she wanted to reassure everyone about her condition. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing next, from Los Angeles, California…” A roar from the over forty thousand fans forced a break on Rumchata’s introduction. Rumchata Ayano: “... standing at 5’ foot, weighing 119 pounds, she is the reigning and defending Cloud Gate Champion, the Five Foot Murder Machine… TIIIIFF ROLLIIIIIIINS” As Nirvana’s “Very Ape” blasts out of the PA System, a standing ovation welcomes the Cloud Gate Champion, hands down the most loved superstar in the company today. Unlike her cousin, Tiff hides all her emotion, all the tension she’s most definitely feeling under a stern expression, looking focused and ready to go. The two competitors met in the middle of the ring, the referee remembered them the rules of the match, including the thirty seconds break between each fall and eventually raised the title in the air. And finally it began. A quick handshake and the two competitors started moving around in circles, looking for that first opening. They eventually locked up briefly, just a few seconds before Ana switched to a waist lock and rolled backwards, pinning the champ’s shoulders to the mat with a roll-up. Peyton Holland: “Ana quickly going for the first pin attempt, could this be it?” Ambra Monroe: “Not so fast, said Tiffany. But this is a sound strategy from the challenger. Get that first pinfall in early and put the pressure on the champion.” This seemed to be Ana’s game plan, seeing how she went for a couple more pinning attempts in the first minute of the contest. Rollins now grabbed her by the arm and sent her against the ropes, hooking her arm with Anastasia’s to lift her with a hip toss. Starling countered it into another pinning combination, once again finding the champion vigilant and quick to kick out. Back to her feet, Ana went for an irish whip countered by the cousin now waited for her to bounce back. There it was, the first blow of the match, a bicycle kick that floored the Pale Winged Passering. Rollins grabbed her legs and flipped over in a jackknife hold. At two, Ana was able to switch the weight and pin Rollins’ shoulders down. Two seconds and Tiffany turned the tides again, sitting on her cousin’s chest and holding both legs up for a deep cover. Once again Ana switched position and Tiff’s shoulders were on the mat, at least until she found herself once again on top. They traded position for five more, maybe six time. Hard to keep count with how quick the changes were, making the ref really earn his paycheck. When this long sequence finally ended and the two competitors were back to their feet, the fans showed their appreciation for what they saw so far with a loud round of applause. Tiff charged at her opponent, who caught her with a drop toe hold takedown that sent the champion crashing face first on the canvas. Hands over her mouth, Rollins was checking it all teeth were still in place when her cousin hit her with a low dropkick to the face. Peyton Holland: “This is exactly what Tiff should’ve avoided. Allowing Ana to pick up the pace. This time it was Tiffany who was sent against the ropes, rebounding back into a dropkick from the challenger. Anastasia pulled herself up with a kip up, catching Rollins with a jawbreaker as soon as the champion was back on her feet. Stunned, Tiff stumbled into the corner where she got hit by a jumping clothesline. Ambra Monroe: “Starling's movements are so smooth. No wasted motions, sliding out of the ring after the jumping clothesline and already perching on the top rope, ready for her next move.” Ana leaped, wrapping her arms around Rollins’ neck and taking her down with the diving blockbuster she calls Angra Mainyu. She made the cover, but once again the champion raised her shoulder in time. As Ana picked her up, Tiff caught her with a knee to the stomach, doubling her over and following with an european uppercut. Next she went for a series of hard chops to the chest, jumping with her knee high for Andreas Lasiewicz’ Peacemaker. Starling dodged her uncle’s trademark move, taking the champ off her feet with a leg sweep kick and landed on her stomach with a standing moonsault double knee drop. Peyton Holland: “Beautiful moonsault, but still not enough to keep the champ down.” The intensity of the match kept growing, more so now that Tiffany was in control after catching her cousin in mid air from a springboard crossbody attempt and dropped her on her knee with a rib breaker. Move, this one, that turned Ana’s face in a grimace of pain. Ambra Monroe: “It takes about six weeks for ribs to heal. That’s about how long Ana has been out of commission. She may have been cleared to compete, but you gotta wonder if they’re completely healed. It would be a smart strategy for the champion to target them.” And that was what Tiffany was doing, raining down those shoot kicks of hers aiming at the ribs and chest of the challenger. Ana was down on her knees, holding her left side and watching powerless as Rollins charged at her with a running big boot to the side of the head. Tiffany made the cover but it still wasn’t enough. Peyton Holland: “They’ve been going for over twelve minutes already, and none of them has scored the first fall of the match.” Ana had now the champion down after the Spinning Bird Kick, but Tiffany, showing great presence of mind, rolled under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Ana pulled her back up to her feet and tried to suplex her back in the ring. Holding on the ropes, the Little Hoss blocked the attempt, rocking Starling with a right forearm to the jaw. The Pale Winged Passerine stumbled back to the centre of the ring allowing Tiffany to step back in and run to the ropes on the opposite side launching herself against the challenger with a wicked spear, only obtaining another near fall. The champion now appeared to be in control, sticking to her plan and attacking Ana’s mid section. Out of nowhere the Songbird turned the tides with a springboard polish hammer, knocking her cousin down right in the middle of the ring. Ambra Monroe: “We all know what Ana is thinking, this could be it…” After hitting the ropes, Anastasia connected with her Sturnidae, the running shooting star press that secured her the first fall of the match. Peyton Holland: “She did it! Anastasia Starling is now leading one fall to none.” Ambra Monroe: “The pressure is all on Tiffany’s side now.” Thirty second later, the match was back under way. As the duo at commentary pointed out, the champion now had to pin or submit Anastasia twice to keep her title. But despite that, she didn’t rush the offense, not wanting to make mistakes that could be fatal. She had now Ana locked in a chinlock, trying to slow her down after the Pale Winged Passerine kept control for the first couple of minutes. Ana pulled herself up and swung her elbow backward a couple of times to break free. And she managed, at least for a brief moment. When she tried to move away, taking a short run to the ropes, Tiffany grabbed her and pulled her down into a backbreaker. Arching her back in pain, Ana started crawling toward the ropes, receiving a hard kick to the side from Rollins. Ambra Monroe: “That must hurt.” Ana squirmed, crying out in pain as Rollins’ kicks hit her on those bruised ribs one more time. Tiff didn’t insist, allowing Ana to get up to her feet using the ropes. But the truce didn’t last much longer, as she fired the challenger in the corner. The Little Hoss charged in, eating a kick to the face from Starling who then lifted herself to the second rope, ready to strike with another one of the many high-flying moves in her repertoire. The champion didn’t allow her, quickly recovering and hitting her with a punch to the jaw. Peyton Holland: “Tiffany caught her on the middle rope and now she’s setting her up for the Bone Grinder!” Ambra Monroe: “Shades of the Pink Haired Grenade Brytain Rollins, Tiff’s adoptive mother and long time rival to Anastasia.” Tiff quickly hooked the leg, trying to even the score, but once again Ana kicked out. Rollins didn’t seem too impressed, already back to her feet and ready to strike again. Peyton Holland: “Here comes the Death Kick…” The champion went for the best move in her arsenal, the Death Kick that claimed so many victims in her still young career. But her cousin saw it coming, dropping on the mat and avoiding the superkick to the face. Not only, she slid her arm between Tiffany’s legs for a to roll her over in a schoolboy fashion, causing her to hit the back of her head against the lower turnbuckle. Ambra Monroe: “That was a nasty blow, Tiff seems out of it! Look at her!” As Ambra quickly pointed out, the impact against the corner left Rollins dazed, staring at her opponent with a blank expression. Ana seemed visibly concerned, taking a step back and allowing the referee to check on the young champion. Peyton Holland: “The referee is checking if Tiffany can continue the match, she might be concussed…” Ambra Monroe: “And if that’s the case, it means that we’ll have a new champion.” Tiffany finally started moving, shaking her head. Of course she didn’t want her year long title reign to end like this. Nobody wanted to see that, welcoming the image of Tiff Rollins pulling herself up with a huge round of applause. The match went on, even though the champ was still dizzy, easy prey for Ana’s attacks. The Our Lady Peace, Lady Magdalena’s spinning bicycle kick knocked down the champion once again. In one fluid motion, Anastasia jumped up to the top rope, giving one last glance at her cousin, laying motionless on the mat. Peyton Holland: “She’s going for the Songbird’s Flight…” Ambra Monroe: “If she connects the phoenix splash, this one’s over.” Peyton Holland: “A clean sweep to end the record reign.. That’s what you call making a statement.” The Songbird did take flight, but her landing wasn’t as comfortable as she expected, chest first on Rollins’ knees. Driven by her killer instinct alone, Tiff was immediately right back to her feet, going for a second Death Kick and, this time, hitting the target. Exhausted, she literally fell on Starling, making an unorthodox cover. Little did it matter, the three count came regardless. Ambra Monroe: “How did she do it?” Peyton Holland: “That’s the heart of a champion, that’s what makes Tiff Rollins such a loved and respected competitor. That’s why she has held onto that title for over a year!” Thirty second passed way too fast for both competitors, who definitely needed more time to recover after a battle that lasted for almost twenty minutes now. And yet, they still met in the centre of the ring, trading shots. Slow, but stiff forearms to the jaw. Ambra Monroe: “They’re barely standing, but they’re not letting this get in their way.” Bot wobbly, the champion and the challenger kept battling, none of them willing to give an inch. Ana was the one coming out on top from the exchange “stealing” one of Tiffany’s moves, or rather one she learned from a common mentor and that was definitely in Starling’s repertoire. Peyton Holland: “The Peacemaker, one of the moves Rollins adapted from Andreas Lasiewicz!” Ambra Monroe: “There would be a certain irony if this is what will end her historic reign.” But Ana didn’t go for the pin, despite Tiffany looking quite out of it. Instead she went from paying homage to her uncle to a tribute to her mother Lady Magdalena. Peyton Holland: “That’s… The Merovingian Crucifix!” Ambra Monroe: “We don’t see Ana using this submission often. It could be exactly what she needs to surprise the opponent…” But although rare, it was something Tiffany expected from her opponent, something she saw on some of the many tapes she definitely studied and worked on a counter for. Ana seemed surprise to see Rollins, who certainly isn’t famous for being a submission expert, wrestling her way out of the submission and spinning on her back, bringing her legs closer to Ana’s face, wrapping them around her and locking her in a triangle choke. Peyton Holland: “WHAT IN THE WORLD?” Ambra Monroe: “Not only Rollins escaped the Merovingian Crucifix, but she transitioned right into the triangle choke. That’s some great ground game.” How the tides have turned. Now it was Ana slowly fading as Tiffany squeezed the life out of her. Trying to resist, gasping for air, the Pale Winged Passerine managed to slip one arm free and started hammering her cousin’s right knee, until Rollins had to let her go. The champion stood up to her feet, holding the leg. Ana was still down and the champion, after stomping her head, did something you rarely see her doing. Ambra Monroe: “She’s going up… It’s time for the Thrillkiller!” Peyton Holland: “She’s taking so long to climb though…” Tired and favoring her right knee, Tiff slowly climbed to the top rope. The Thrillkiller, the swanton bomb taught to the by the legendary Brytain Rollins. A move Tiffany rarely uses, not feeling too confident in height. The move that gave her the title over a year ago, in a two out of three falls match against Britty Kane. Thousands of flashes illuminated the Arena, everybody wanting to immortalize this crucial moment. Ambra Monroe: “She did it! She landed the Thrillkill! This has to be it…! NOOOOOO!! Anastasia kicked out, at the very last moment! Tiffany couldn’t believe it, pulling her own hair and staring at the referee with wide eyes. The fans started chanting “This Is Awesome” on top of their lungs, and rightfully so. Ana had reached the corner, grabbing the ropes to pull herself up, almost collapsing against the turnbuckle, exhausted. Tiffany didn’t look in much better shape, breathing heavily as she measured the distance before charging at the Songbird for another Peacemaker. Peyton Holland: “Nobody home for the champion!” Once again it didn’t work, Ana moved out of the way and Rollins right knee hit hard the turnbuckle. She immediately clutched her knee, the same that has been bothering her for a while now. Anastasia spotted it and quickly capitalized. Peyton Holland: “That’s…” Ambra Monroe: “The Four Card Trick, the variation of the figure four made famous by the Godfather Of Wrestling himself, The Silver Eagle Andreas Lasiewicz” The submission move was locked in, a lot of pressure being put on Ana’s right knee and leg. The screams of the young champion were audible in the silenced arena loud and clear. Seconds passed slow, becoming minutes. Rollins desperately trying to reach the ropes, her face writhing in pain. Anastasia was holding on her submission with everything she had left, almost begging her cousin to give up, knowing how painful this move was, and the damage it could do. She didn’t listen, crawling on the mat, inches away from that bottom rope that would mean salvation. She stretched out her arm, trying to reach it, almost in tears. Her fingertips pinching the air, trying to cover that short distance… Peyton Holland: “She… SHE TAPPED OUT!” The pain became too much, and Tiffany eventually slammed her hand to the canvas. 396 days later the longest title reign in the history of the company came to an end tonight here in Tokyo. WINNER: Anastasia Starling (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Submission (Four Card Trick), 26:23 |
There was a collective gasp from the audience as Anastasia immediately broke up the modified Figure Four, rolling to her knees as she covered her face with clenched fists, seemingly trying to control her own emotions, which must have been spiralling out of control. As she removed her hands, she looked up to the referee who was holding the Cloud Gate title belt in their hands, offering it to Starling.
Peyton Holland: “I… I don’t know what to say?”
Ambra Monroe: “The reign of Tiffany Rollins, a reign many thought would never end, has finally done so. A moment of brilliance from Starling there, pulling out a move, THE move that made her Uncle famous, and catching Tiffany unaware and leaving her nowhere to go.”
Peyton Holland: “How she even survived that long is shocking.”
Ana though, simply shook her head as her Japanese them, “Brilliant”, rang out in the background, the Asian section of the New Bird Order, her fan club, beginning to let their voices be heard. But she shook her head, shuffling on her knees to Tiffany’s side, who was clutching her right knee, clearly in agony from not only the execution of the extremely painful submission move, but the amount of time she tried to hold on. Ana knelt beside her cousin, rubbing her shoulder as Tiff tried to swat her hand away.
Peyton Holland: “Oh no...”
Ambra Monroe: “Is this not over?”
But Anastasia caught her hand in her own, holding it gently, and it seemed like she mouthed the words “I’m sorry” to her. Tiffany and Anastasia then glared at each other as the music began to die down, the fans and commentary looking on in concern. The aftershock of what had occurred still hadn’t fully sunk in, and after the war the two had just gone through, it was clear there was concern for the two beloved stars. But in that moment, as Tiffany sat up, holding onto her knee, Anastasia sat next to her, putting an arm around her cousin in a touching moment that hit the fans hard.
Peyton Holland: “Are they making peace?”
Ambra Monroe: “I think they are, Peyton. It certainly looks like Anastasia is trying to bury the hatchet with Tiffany now, and she is responding.”
Peyton Holland: “And she won’t take the title! Not yet.”
The referee approached again, but Anastasia shook her head, those in attendance realising what the commentators had, that she would not take the belt while Tiffany was hurt. They both clearly had tears in their eyes, Anastasia sobbing as she held Tiff’s head to her shoulder. Starling helped her cousin up, who was barely able to stand due to the damage inflicted, as the camera briefly cut to ringside where their Uncle, Andreas Lasiewicz, stood there with pride painted upon his face. Starling shouldered her weight, hurting herself after the battle, and stood Tiffany up in the corner. The pair were speaking to each other, and it looked like they were making amends for all that was said, the fight having wiped away their animosity. After Rollins spoke, Ana could be clearly heard saying “You should be proud… you will always be a champion,” before Tiffany pulled her into a hug, leaning onto her as her legs couldn’t take her weight. Ana smiled at her as she let go, leaving Tiffany holding onto the corner, as she rolled out of the ring, starting a round of applause, not letting Tiffany raise her arm in sportsmanship.
Peyton Holland: “And a standing ovation.”
Ambra Monroe: “This title reign of Tiffany’s has, in Ana’s words, transcended every other reign in this company with how long she has kept that vice grip of the title. And despite earning this win, without a shadow of a doubt, she is paying respect to her cousin’s accomplishments. Selfless, simply selfless. ”
The fans in attendance all rose to their feet, following Anastasia’s lead in applauding the record breaking champion, even the commentary team putting down their headsets as they joined in. The camera focused on the injured Rollins, as she stared out into the masses, emotion all over her face as they chanted her name. Starling, on the outside, then finally took the belt, holding it close to her chest as she hurried up the rampway with tears flowing, allowing Tiffany her moment of appreciation in the ring for all she had accomplished with the belt. Rollins stood there in the corner, looking out into the ocean of fans as they let their appreciation be heard, as the medical team made their way down to check on her, as her championship reign was given the send off it deserved.
Peyton Holland: “I… I don’t know what to say?”
Ambra Monroe: “The reign of Tiffany Rollins, a reign many thought would never end, has finally done so. A moment of brilliance from Starling there, pulling out a move, THE move that made her Uncle famous, and catching Tiffany unaware and leaving her nowhere to go.”
Peyton Holland: “How she even survived that long is shocking.”
Ana though, simply shook her head as her Japanese them, “Brilliant”, rang out in the background, the Asian section of the New Bird Order, her fan club, beginning to let their voices be heard. But she shook her head, shuffling on her knees to Tiffany’s side, who was clutching her right knee, clearly in agony from not only the execution of the extremely painful submission move, but the amount of time she tried to hold on. Ana knelt beside her cousin, rubbing her shoulder as Tiff tried to swat her hand away.
Peyton Holland: “Oh no...”
Ambra Monroe: “Is this not over?”
But Anastasia caught her hand in her own, holding it gently, and it seemed like she mouthed the words “I’m sorry” to her. Tiffany and Anastasia then glared at each other as the music began to die down, the fans and commentary looking on in concern. The aftershock of what had occurred still hadn’t fully sunk in, and after the war the two had just gone through, it was clear there was concern for the two beloved stars. But in that moment, as Tiffany sat up, holding onto her knee, Anastasia sat next to her, putting an arm around her cousin in a touching moment that hit the fans hard.
Peyton Holland: “Are they making peace?”
Ambra Monroe: “I think they are, Peyton. It certainly looks like Anastasia is trying to bury the hatchet with Tiffany now, and she is responding.”
Peyton Holland: “And she won’t take the title! Not yet.”
The referee approached again, but Anastasia shook her head, those in attendance realising what the commentators had, that she would not take the belt while Tiffany was hurt. They both clearly had tears in their eyes, Anastasia sobbing as she held Tiff’s head to her shoulder. Starling helped her cousin up, who was barely able to stand due to the damage inflicted, as the camera briefly cut to ringside where their Uncle, Andreas Lasiewicz, stood there with pride painted upon his face. Starling shouldered her weight, hurting herself after the battle, and stood Tiffany up in the corner. The pair were speaking to each other, and it looked like they were making amends for all that was said, the fight having wiped away their animosity. After Rollins spoke, Ana could be clearly heard saying “You should be proud… you will always be a champion,” before Tiffany pulled her into a hug, leaning onto her as her legs couldn’t take her weight. Ana smiled at her as she let go, leaving Tiffany holding onto the corner, as she rolled out of the ring, starting a round of applause, not letting Tiffany raise her arm in sportsmanship.
Peyton Holland: “And a standing ovation.”
Ambra Monroe: “This title reign of Tiffany’s has, in Ana’s words, transcended every other reign in this company with how long she has kept that vice grip of the title. And despite earning this win, without a shadow of a doubt, she is paying respect to her cousin’s accomplishments. Selfless, simply selfless. ”
The fans in attendance all rose to their feet, following Anastasia’s lead in applauding the record breaking champion, even the commentary team putting down their headsets as they joined in. The camera focused on the injured Rollins, as she stared out into the masses, emotion all over her face as they chanted her name. Starling, on the outside, then finally took the belt, holding it close to her chest as she hurried up the rampway with tears flowing, allowing Tiffany her moment of appreciation in the ring for all she had accomplished with the belt. Rollins stood there in the corner, looking out into the ocean of fans as they let their appreciation be heard, as the medical team made their way down to check on her, as her championship reign was given the send off it deserved.
War Games Match
The Revolution VS Self-Die Squad
It’s time. Pinhead stands in one ring, Kelsey in the other, looking her opponent up and down. She stands like a deer caught in headlights as flashbacks of what he did to her on the first Riot show of the year run through her mind. Rumchata Ayano: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for your main event of the evening, which will feature The Revolution vs. The Self-Die Squad in what will be, the first EVER War Games match in MWE history. To start things off, Kelsey Spencer will represent her team against Pinhead for the first five minutes of the match. Once that five minutes is up, the timer will countdown until a new superstar enters the match. This superstar could be from either team, and once they enter, two more minutes will pass before the timer counts down again, and a member from the opposite team, will enter the match. This will continue until every single member from both teams have entered the structure, and the War Games will truly begin. The bell sounds, and Pinhead grins, immediately walking towards the other ring. He lifts a leg over the ropes and finds himself in between the two rings, a long strip of steel separating them. He takes in the scenery, the perfect domain for a monster such as he. As he climbs into the second ring, Spencer lifts her guard, planting her feet firmly against the canvas, her fists out, stance almost flawless. Before the big man can get both feet planted in the same ring as her, Spencer launches into a full blown assault, catching Pinhead in the side of the head with stinging right hands. The blows seem to do little more than annoy the 7 footer, who places his bear paw hand on Spencer's upper chest and sends her catapulting backwards with a mighty thrust. Kelsey takes a tumble and rolls backwards to her feet before dashing over and trying again. Pinhead withstands the punches to finally make it into the ring, where he clamps Kelsey's head with both hands before delivering a headbutt that floors her. Amy Maynard: What a headbutt! That has got to feel like having a cinder block dropped on your head! Dazed, Kelsey looks around with rapid eye movement, invisible stars floating and sparkling around her head. Pinhead trudges over, and takes Spencer by the scruff of her neck, pulling her to her feet and lifting her on his shoulders. He carries out a fireman’s carry suplex, but keeps a hold of her wrist as she slams into the canvas. He pulls her up onto his shoulders yet again like a ragdoll, and walks her towards the ropes, where he performs another fireman’s carry, this time allowing his much smaller opponent to fall to the mat of the second ring. As she hits the canvas, she arches her back with a wince, applying some pressure with a couple fingers to ensure her nerves still have feeling. She struggles to get to her hands and knees as the giant lumbers from the opposite ring to the same as her. Her body doesn’t react in time to get out of danger as Pinhead winds up and delivers a vicious kick to her ribs. Spencer cries out in pain, the force of the kick catapulting her a few feet and flipping her onto her back. As she lies writhing in pain holding her midsection, Pinhead drops his massive frame onto her sternum with a standing elbow drop. Kelsey’s agonised screams rip through the Tokyo Dome, causing some visible distress to younger onlookers in particular. Pinhead glares at the fans with a look of utter soulessness, before grabbing Kelsey by the forearm, and propelling her forward into the turnbuckle. She hits hard, heavily favouring the left side of her ribcage as she props herself up in the corner with the ropes. She watches as Pinhead retreats to the opposite corner, no doubt preparing to squish her like a bug. She instinctively puts a foot on the bottom rope in anticipation. Pinhead charges with full force, though perhaps a little slowly due to that injured knee, courtesy of Seth Iser. He ducks in, shoulder at the ready to bury Spencer deep into that corner. However, Kelsey raises her arms, takes a hold of the cage, pushes her feet off the bottom rope, and deadlifts herself into the air, just as Pinhead comes through and tackles the turnbuckle. She then uses all of her lower body strength, to deal a whopping double stomp to the brute’s spine, causing him to take a knee. She then releases her hold on the cage, and uses Pinhead’s back as a step, before retreating to the canvas. As she lands, she swiftly sweeps a leg underneath the ankle connected to Pinhead’s injured knee, and somehow manages to make the big man plummet onto his own buttox. Seeing her opening, Spencer wastes no time wrestling Pinhead into a side headlock and holding on with all her might, desperately trying to keep the big man grounded while she gains some valuable rest time. Amy Maynard: Spencer’s doing the smart thing here, keeping the big man on the mat while she waits out that clock. She’ll have a better chance of surviving this monster with someone in there helping her out. Sir Figgles: But what if the next entry isn’t from her side? Amy Maynard: ...I don’t even want to think about that. Pinhead doesn’t stay grounded for long. As he begins to rise to his feet, Spencer tries to shift her footing and put all of her weight down to keep him in place. However, it’s not enough, as Pinhead claws his way to his feet, cradling Kelsey as he does so. She attempts at applying more pressure to the head, but before long, Pinhead lifts her high above his head, and tilts backwards, tossing Spencer straight into that steel mesh. As she collides, the steel rattles, and she falls limp in between the ropes and the cage wall. Pinhead isn’t done however. Not by a long shot. He stomps over to where Spencer lays, ducks himself in between the top and middle ropes, then reaches down and grabs a handful of Spencer’s ring attire. He pulls her upwards, and slips her upper body in between the very same ropes he just ducked through, then locks her arms around the top. Amy Maynard: Oh no… what’s he planning here? Sir Figgles: Nothing good for Kelsey, that’s for sure. Pinhead then takes several steps backwards, his eyes on Spencer the entire time. He once again charges at her, and as he’s draws closer, Kelsey comes to. Bad timing, as she eats an avalanche that pins her between the big man, and the cage wall. The onslaught’s not over however, as Pinhead wraps his arms around her, and performs a belly-to-belly that sends her to the other side of the ring. Spencer’s clearly rocked by the move, minimal signs of life are seen as she begins to crawl on instinct towards the bottom rope. Before she can get there, Pinhead callously plants the sole of his boot on the side of her face, pressing her head into the mat. A timer appears on the tron, counting down from ten, both sets of teams shown side by side via split screen. The fans give a cheer in hopes that someone will be coming down to assist their beloved Kelsey. Christian has both fists clenched, he’s more than ready to get in there and bring the fight to Pinhead, though so is Krissy. Seth waits with his arms folded, leaned against the wall. As the timer nears zero, Pinhead continues his assault, chucking Spencer around, stomping her whenever he sees fit. 3… 2… 1! Will a member of the Self-Die Squad be the first to enter?! ...No. The door to The Revolution’s locker room opens up, and out comes The Mutt on all fours. It races through the backstage area, and before long, as Pinhead’s still dishing out the assault on Spencer, comes speeding down the ramp. As it nears the structure, referee’s unlock the door, but instead of going inside, The Mutt goes straight for the ring announcer’s area. There are four steel chairs, and it takes every single one of them, two in one hand, one in the other, and another in between its teeth. It takes all of the chairs over to the doors, and one by one slips them into the first ring. Meanwhile, as The Mutt continues to fish for weapons underneath the ring, and wherever it can find them, Pinhead continues his brutal assault. He ragdolls Kelsey with powerhouse move after powerhouse move, at one point, even throwing her so far from the second ring, that she ends up all the way over by the ropes nearest the ramp in the first ring. Pinhead makes the journey to the first ring, and as he enters, you can see a glimmer of hope in Spencer’s eye as she notices all of the weapons in the surrounding vicinity. As Pinhead approaches, she reaches out at a steel chair in front of her, before tossing it straight at the big man with an iron arm. It slams into Pinhead’s face and he staggers back as it falls to the floor. He clasps a paw over his left eye, one of the chair legs seemingly having a strong effect. She then reaches for a kendo stick, as The Mutt takes no notice, it’s attention still focused on grabbing as many weapons as it possibly can. Spencer uses the kendo to push herself to her feet, then shifts her attention straight for Pinhead, who’s in the corner, dealing with the strike to his eye. In a moment of raw fury that we’re more accustomed to seeing out of the other Spencer cousin, Kelsey begins swatting Pinhead over and over with the kendo stick. Head, face, torso, arms… Nothing’s off limits in the all-out onslaught. She only ceases her attack when the wood of the kendo stick begins to splinter and break away. Spencer throws the split kendo stick down and tries to calm herself with a few deep breaths. After calming herself down, she looks around for something else, and finds another steel chair. As she lifts it from the mat, The Mutt finally realizes what’s going on, and after slipping one more weapon into the ring, a table, slips in itself. As it rises to it’s feet, Spencer swings the chair at it, but The Mutt, being quite quick on it’s feet, dodges the attack by pedalling back a few steps, then charges in with a stern drop kick, that sends Spencer flying backwards, straight into the arms of Pinhead. Pinhead performs a swift german suplex, but that’s all he can muster at this moment, his eye heavily bruised and clenched shut. As Pinhead tends to his eye, The Mutt goes over to Spencer, stomping away at whichever body part it can see unguarded. The timer starts counting down again, and this time, only the Self-Die Squad is seen on the tron. Christian is jumping up and down and slapping the wall as it is obvious he is the next person to enter the cage. However when the timer reaches zero Kristina Spencer shoves Christian to the floor and gives him a sneaky look before she walks out the door. There is an audible gasp from the audience as we see Seth shaking his head in disappointment at what just happened. The crowd cheers as "The Coming Curse" by Iced Earth blasts through out the arena. The crowd then erupts as Kristina charges down the aisle with her barbwire bat in hand. She attacks the structure a few times with her bat, before entering with a spark of determination in her eye. And as she notices all of the weapons surrounding her, She seems almost orgasmic as she realizes she’s in her own twisted version of heaven. The Mutt turns his attention away from Kelsey, and charges towards Krissy, but only manages to get a whomping blow to the midsection with that barbwire bat. As The Mutt bends over, Krissy then takes the bat to the air, before bringing it sailing down against The Mutt’s back. The Mutt falls to it’s hands and knees with a painful yelp, but Krissy’s not done. The Mutt tries it’s best to crawl out of harm’s way, but Krissy’s after blood, and slams that bat straight against The Mutt’s rectum cheeks, causing another yelp, but also an eruption of cheers from the Japanese fans. Krissy does it again, and again, and again, each time’s just that much more humorous. Finally, The Mutt manages to escape by scurrying underneath the bottom rope, and slipping into the second ring. Krissy goes to follow, but is stopped by Pinhead, as he grabs her shoulders, and throws her to the opposite side of the ring, causing her to drop her bat. For a moment Krissy’s stunned, but only for a moment, as she rolls backwards onto her feet, taking hold of two kendo sticks on her way up. She charges at Pinhead as if she’s going to strike, so he lifts his guard. However, instead of a straight-forward attack, she slides in between his legs, and takes the point end of one kendo, and drives it into the back of Pinhead’s injured knee. She then takes the other kendo and smacks it across Pinhead’s spine, causing him to fall to his knees. She rises to her feet, and bell claps both kendo’s in each respective side of Pinhead’s skull, causing both to snap. Pinhead’s dazed, seeing stars… But that just makes him even more violent. In a fit of blinding rage, he gets to his feet and twists around, swinging wildly with large balled up fists, Krissy trying her best to dodge each attack. Eventually, Pinhead clocks Krissy right in the cheek, causing her to topple over sideways. Pinhead goes in to deal more damage, but before he can reach Krissy, she’s aided by her cousin, who’s managed to make enough of a recovery to leap onto the giant’s back, and wrap his head up in a sleeper hold. She holds on for dear life as the big man thrashes around, trying to shake her off. The move may not be very effective in bringing him down, but the distraction certainly is enough for Krissy to retrieve her beloved barbed wire wrapped bat. With a swing that wouldn’t look out of place in Major League Baseball, Krissy buries the bat in the gut of the giant. Pinhead fumbles forward, clutching his stomach. Kelsey quickly jumps down to safety, taking her place beside Krissy. It only takes a glance for the cousins to know what the other is thinking. They take off in a synchronised dash, bouncing off the ropes and both connecting with a basement dropkick - one to each of the big man’s knees - and he comes crashing down face first to the canvas. Amy Maynard: And Pinhead’s down! The Spencer Cousins have finally taken the big man off his feet! Sir Figgles: I heard they’re calling themselves The Wicked Socialites, actually… Amy Maynard: Whatever they want to be called, that was impressive! Kelsey and Krissy looked at each other and didn’t even say a word, yet still knew what the other was thinking. You don’t get that kind of teamwork from being on the same page… You only get it being in the same syllable. As The Wicked Socialites take time to recover and admire their handiwork, the timer starts counting down, Heath Williams on the tron, with The Manic standing to his left. Krissy and Kelsey both watch in anticipation, Krissy even signalling whoever the next entrant may be, to “bring it”. As it reaches zero, the door to The Revolution’s locker room opens up, and Heath gestures The Manic to make her entrance. She seems hesitant, but does as she’s told. After a few moments, she makes way down the ramp, staring up at the structure nervously, and taking notice that both of her teammates are down. As she climbs the steel steps to the door, both Spencer cousins get themselves ready. The Manic shakes her head, and takes a step back. Frustrated, Krissy storms over to the door, shouting that The Manic best get in now, or else it’s gonna be worse on her when she eventually does. Kelsey takes a step forward too. Over in the other ring, The Mutt’s getting back to it’s feet, and as it does, it sprints towards the ropes, leaping up on top of them, then flying over to the other ring with a missile dropkick that sends Kelsey straight into a collision with the cage wall. This catches Krissy’s attention, and as she half turns around, The Manic takes the cage door, and slams it straight against Krissy’s fingers. Krissy stumbles back, clutching her hand, and walks straight into a swift DDT from The Mutt. Sir Figgles: Looks as though The Wicked Socialites aren’t the only ones who can concoct some epic tag team moves! Amy Maynard: But all The Manic did was jam Krissy’s fingers in the door?! Sir Figgles: And it worked, didn’t it?! The Manic, finally feeling a little more safe, enters the structure. She looks around, and the first thing she does is pick up that beloved bat of Krissy’s. She grins as she stares at it, some type of sadistic plan floating around in her head. She walks it over to Krissy, and drives it into her sternum. Then does it again, and again. Krissy clutches her ribs, writhing around in pain. Having dished enough on one Spencer cousin, The Manic turns her focus to the other, Kelsey, who’s using the ropes to pull herself to her feet. The Manic runs over, cackling at the top of her lungs, ready to slam the bat into Kelsey’s skull. However, instinctively, Kelsey turns around, and takes The Manic down with a thumping spear, that causes her to drop the bat. Kelsey then goes in for The Mutt, and the two trade a few back-and-forth blows. Mutt rocks Kelsey with a closed fist to the side of the head, to which Kelsey ferociously comes back with a stinging knife edge chop. As The Mutt staggers back, Kelsey grabs a hold of him by the scruff of the neck and slams him face first into the nearest turnbuckle. But, she doesn’t stop there. Again and again and again, she bounces his head off the corner until he falls to the mat. The fans react in horror as Pinhead, who has recovered from the twin Spencer onslaught, lurches up behind Kelsey. She has no time to react before she’s lifted up against her will and hit with a German suplex. He keeps his hands around her waist and delivers a second. Amy Maynard: Oh, no! We’ve seen this before! Is Pinhead really going to deliver another dozen suplexes to Kelsey?! Sir Figgles: You know what else I’ve seen? Amputee porn. One time, one of my friends-- Amy Maynard: Wait, what’s The Manic doing? Holding her gut, The Manic hobbles her way over to Pinhead. She waves at him, indicating that she doesn’t want him to suplex her anymore. She points to the opposite ring and motions for him to throw her into it. Pinhead nods and lifts the defenseless Kelsey over his shoulder before launching her like a lawn dart over the top rope, where she comes crashing down in the other ring. Having witnessed the brutal attack, Kristina comes running in and furiously begins beating on Pinhead’s back with closed fists. The monster turns, grips Kristina by the throat and hoists her up. She too is launched into the other ring helplessly, landing with a sickening thud right beside Kelsey. The timer once again begins counting down, the fans counting down too. The Mutt finds it’s footing, just as the remaining members of the Self-Die Squad appear on the tron. Who will it be? Christian Michaels, or Seth Iser? Things are looking pretty dire for the Spencer cousins, Kelsey and Krissy right about now. Outnumbered 3 to 2, The Revolution members are looking to press their advantage further. They’re moving in on the cousins as the countdown hits zero on the tron, the fans anxious as they know this entrant will be a member of the Self-Die Squad to even the odds. However, as The Revolution seems undeterred, the tron doesn’t come to life with a view of the locker room for Kelsey’s team. What we get instead is the arena’s lights shutting down in an instant. The arena is tossed into pitch blackness, the only light coming from folks pulling up their cell phones. Sir Figgles: Hey what’s all this now? I can’t even see my hand in front of my face! Suddenly the tron comes back to life and we see a picture of a device that many people back home may not recognize, but these Japanese fans certainly do! Amy Maynard: Hey, is that a digivice?! Sir Figgles: How do you know what that thing is? Amy Maynard: We’ve been in Japan for like a month, I’ve brushed up on some things. While not quite as popular as Pokemon, Digimon was pretty popular over here too. And that’s a digivice! In the ring the action seems to have stopped….or so we guess as there’s no slamming sounds or anything, as all attention is on the tron now. The digivice activates and we see a beam of light shoot out of the top of it and upward. Soon the digivice is left behind as the beam of light shoots up and flashes into a room made up of circular, eggshell white an blue colored tiles. A spiral of the blue tiles extends down from the ceiling and encircles Christian Michaels as “Brave Heart” from the Digimon Tri series plays. The Japanese fans start going wild apparently knowing what’s coming. Amy Maynard: If what I’m thinking is about to happen is happening, the complexion of this match is about to change for the worst for The Revolution The ball on screen turns to one solid one instead of the many tiles that have encircled Michaels. Bright, golden bands of light start emanating from the circle and it then starts falling towards the bottom of the tron. As soon as the circle falls off the screen a blindly bright light shines directly under the tron onto the stage. Sir Figgles: What in the…?! Fans are cheering loudly as the arena lights come back up and the bright light fades out. In the wake of the bright light fading we find a Christian Michaels standing on the stage unlike that which we’ve seen earlier. On the stage now is a Christian Michaels dressed in a white bodysuit that runs from (presumbably) ankle to neckline and sleeves down the entire length of both arms. Michaels’ right wrist clad in a golden bracelet whilst his left shoulder is adorned with a golden pauldron. The hands each clad in a glove; white for the right hand with a white/grey combo to the left one where the fingers are grey. He wears a leather belt around his waist featuring a golden plate in the center looking like a child’s drawing of the sun. A long blue strip of fabric hanging down from the belt reaches the Heartthrob’s feet. The blue fabric is matched by two more, one stripe-wrapped down the right leg and the other down the left arm. Christian’s feet are clad in white boots that match the bodysuit. On the front of the right boot can be seen a golden Christian cross. The left boot features a design that is not of distinguishable origin and repeated just below the left knee and above the leather bracer over the left shin. But that’s not all! Upon his head Christian wears a half-helm with what, again, appears like a Christian cross over the eyes. From under the half-helm flows long locks of hair that appear to all be golden blonde instead of just the usual strip. The Japanese fans roar with cheers as CM rolls his shoulders and six white feathered angel wings rise behind him. His hands clutching a golden rod that’s not much shorter than Michaels himself. Sir Figgles: Who….Is that Christian Michaels? Amy Maynard: No Figgles. That’s not Christian Michaels at all. That’s Ange-CM! Sir Figgles: Ange-Whatsitnow? Shooting a glare at the three members of The Revolution that are looking back his way, Michaels reaches up and unsnaps two straps, one on either shoulder, and the wings drop to the stage. “Brave Heart” finally stops playing as CM props the rod against himself and removes the half-helm to reveal that for this night his hair is entirely dyed blonde. He grasps the rod and lays the helm down. Finally the newly debuted and coined Ange-CM starts his way down the ramp. With each step taken the pace picks up until he’s at the steps and literally stomping his way up them. As Christian enters the structure, all three of his opponents salivate over the fact they have the numbers advantage. This doesn’t faze Christian however, he’s focused, determined. There’s a certain aura that surrounds him, as if there’s no way he’s going to be taken down so easily. He readies that golden rod of his, and The Manic orders The Mutt to go in first. As The Mutt charges in, it gets a mouthful of rod, and is sent back to the canvas immediately upon the impact to the jaw. Pinhead then charges forward, and the same thing happens to him, except he stays standing, the swing of the rod causing him to rotate ninety degrees. Michaels then uses the rod against the back of that injured knee and it drops the giant down to one knee. Christian then rebounds off the ropes and delivers a Hand of Fate (Superman punch) with aid of his trusty rod and finally the giant goes down! Amy Maynard: That’s what he calls the Hand of Fate! And oh my God it floored a giant! The Manic takes a step back, as Michaels takes a step forward. She backs herself into the corner with her hands out, pleading for mercy. CM, for a moment, appears reluctant to make another move, a feeling of empathy for the frightened Manic. He clenches his jaw and decides to leave her be, turning his heels. It was just a possum play however, and The Manic launches herself forward with both forearms out. CM side steps out of the way, before her arms can connect with the back of his head, and then strikes her in the gut with that rod. The Manic’s eyes bulge out of her head, completely frozen still for a moment, before clutching her stomach and stumbling backwards. With everyone down, Christian travels over to the other ring to check on his wife. He aids Kelsey to her feet, and it isn’t until they stand side by side, that Kelsey notices the way her husband’s dressed. She grins and tells him that he looks awesome, wincing through the pain radiating throughout her body. Krissy gets up too, and doesn’t acknowledge Christian’s get-up in the slightest. She simply points at the other ring, where the collosal Pinhead is once again on both feet, seething. CM readies his rod, while the other two remain weaponless, everything of use in the other ring. Then… Pinhead does the unthinkable… he takes Krissy’s barbwire bat, and tosses it over to her. And after that, takes hold of a steel chair, sending it Kelsey’s way. All three members of the Self-Die Squad are all geared up and ready, as Pinhead climbs into the second ring to join them. Together, all three begin swinging their weapons at Pinhead, and each get in their own walloping strike, but the brute refuses to go down. As Kelsey charges at him with a strike from the chair, Pinhead grabs her by the throat and sends her flying backwards into the canvas. This causes Michaels to see red, and comes in with the rod, he swings it towards the side of Pinhead’s face, but Pinhead jerks his neck backwards, narrowly missing the attack. He then steps forward and performs a swift belly to belly, that sends CM tumbling into the corner. Immediately, Krissy comes at him with the bat, but before it can hit, he grabs it with a single hand, wrapping his fingers around the barbwire. With his hand still around the tip of the bat, he half turns, and uses all of his might to lift her overhead into the air, sending her hurdling into the cage wall, and falling to the canvas in between the wall and ropes. As he looks down at his hand, it appears as though the barbwire has penetrated his skin, stuck to his palm, despite no longer clasping the weapon. With a grunt, he takes his other hand and places it around the hilt, and begins trying to pull the wire out of his palm. He finally manages to get it free, and tosses the bat aside, a copious amount of blood pouring from his hand. He squeezes down on the wound, then rubs the blood across his own face with a bellowing war cry. Then, out of nowhere, his eyes bulge. And as he looks down, the camera follows… Kelsey Spencer is back in the game, and has just nailed Pinhead with a solid low blow via the golden rod of Christian’s. Sir Figgles: Rod against rod! Amy Maynard: That’s gotta hurt… Kelsey grins and snickers, as Pinhead drops to his knees without a single sound. She then sends him against the canvas face first with a drop kick to the spine. And with that, the timer starts counting down again. Kelsey turns her attention to the ramp, knowing full well who’s about to enter. The timer hits zero, and “Start a Revolution” blares throughout the Tokyo Dome. Then, Heath Williams, in black tights with boots to match, warhammer propped on his shoulder, makes way down the ramp. The two respective team leaders share a smirk as they lock eyes, but as Heath reaches the structure, instead of entering, he lifts a single finger, as if to tell Spencer to wait. Kelsey raises an eyebrow, as Heath rests his warhammer against the barricade. He then goes fishing under the ring, another weapon in mind, perhaps? He drags out a ladder, one of the taller ones that can usually be found underneath a wrestling ring. He sets it up right by the cage, but then does nothing with it, and returns to pick up his warhammer. Amy Maynard: What could Heath be planning with that? Sir Figgles: Who says he’s planning anything? Maybe it’s a part of his mind games. Amy Maynard: But why? Sir Figgles: I dunno, but these sweet thai chilli doritos are scrumptious! Buy them today at your local supermarket or convenience store! Amy Maynard: Is this really the right time to be advertising our tonight’s sponsors? Sir Figgles: Huh? We’re not being sponsored by doritos? I just really like them. Heath finally enters the structure, feet firmly placed in ring one. Kelsey stares at him from ring two, that golden rod ready to taste some flesh. But the same could be said for the warhammer, the tiny pieces of glass sticking out of the sledge, crying to be stained with blood. They both stand in position for a few moments, a classic mexican stand-off. They both take a step forward, who will enter the other’s domain? In the end, it’s Kelsey to make the journey to Heath, who refuses to be a gentleman and make the journey himself. As they come face to face, the wait is over. Both competitors begin swinging their weapons at each other, the weapons colliding only with each other, not each individual wielding them. This goes on for a little while, an all-out duel between the team leaders. Kelsey then manages to disarm Heath, his warhammer falling to the canvas a few inches away from his feet. Using this to her advantage, Kelsey goes in for a full-on swing, that could very well take Heath’s head off. He’s saved in just the knick of time however, as both The Manic, and The Mutt, come up behind their opponent, and grab her by the arms, forcing her too to drop her weapon. They have her locked in place, and a sinister grin spreads across Heath’s mug. He slaps her, in a similar vein to the way he slapped her on the first Riot show of the year. He then buries a few punches into her gut, one after the other, followed by an uppercut that rocks her, leaving her limp in the clutches of The Revolution. The Manic and The Mutt then toss her into Heath’s arms, who saddles up for Frozen Over. But before he can make the move, Krissy Spencer comes flying from the ropes in between the two rings, sticking Heath with a missile dropkick, her boots crashing into Heath’s jaw. Heath goes down instantly, and Kelsey falls to a heap beside him. Michaels follows, and climbs into the first ring, bringing the fight to The Mutt. The two trade blows, as Krissy turns her attention to The Manic. She immediately tackles The Manic to the mat, throwing in fist after fist. Meanwhile, Michaels and The Mutt are going at it, and spill over the ropes into the centre. Back in the ring, Spencer shouts at the top of her lungs, before getting her fingers and digging them underneath The Manic’s mask. She begins prying away at it, trying her best to tear it from The Manic’s skin. The Manic tries to lift her guard, but it’s no use, her strength is no match for the Empress of Darkness. In between the ring, CM and The Mutt continue going at it, until CM kicks it in the stomach, and follows up with a snap suplex that lands The Mutt’s spine straight against that long strip of steel. As The Mutt whines in pain, The Manic is doing the same, as Krissy has the mask about half way off. We can’t yet see what’s underneath, but that doesn’t last for much longer, as with one final valiant shout, The Wicked pulls the mask off, and lifts it into the air. The left side of The Manic’s is grotesque, horribly burnt up from the injury in her youth. The Manic cries and screams, trying her best to shield her permanent injuries. Krissy then stands up, and gives The Manic one final boot to the face that knocks her out cold. But right after she does, she’s twisted around by Heath, who’s made a recovery, and is buried head first into the canvas via a swift Frozen Over. CM takes notice from the centre, and gets ready to take the fight to Heath, however, instead, a large pair of hands reach over the ropes and grab him, before Pinhead hoists Michaels over the ropes and props him on his shoulders. CM punches away at Pinhead’s cranium, but is ultimately taken down by an electric chair that sends him crashing into the canvas of the second ring. This sparks the beginning of the final countdown for this match. Meanwhile, Heath continues to dish out the assault on Krissy, showing her complete and utter disrespect, stomping, choking, whatever he can do to inflict pain upon her. We see that Seth has walked out of the locker room. ‘Gehenna’ is the first thing that starts to play and the fans know who that indicates. Pinhead hears the music and lets out a primal roar, climbing into that first ring. And now you see Iser lumbering through the curtain without any particular flare but his face is painted with black streaks and he’s walking down with purpose and he has murderous intent as he stomps up the stairs and enters the structure while surveying the field and the first person to meet Seth is Pinhead and Seth drop toe holds the man to tangle him up with the ropes, delivers one stomp on his bad knee, and slams the door shut over his face with a loud clang. Seth then works his way toward Heath and Krissy on the opposite side seeing no other apparent danger for anybody else. He is fully behind Heath and uses his big reach to jam his fingers right toward the eyes of Heath! Heath is using his hands to no longer pound on Krissy’s head but to try to be rid of the vice grip approaching his eyes! Before he can free himself, Seth then uses this positioning to ram Heath face first into the cage and he bounces toward the center of the ring down. Krissy looks up and mouths she could’ve protected herself toward the veteran. The Manic seemingly regains consciousness, and pushes herself to her knees. She wipes a hand down the side of her face, and begins to shake. It wasn’t a dream after all. The protective mask had indeed been torn from her burnt skin. A hysterical scream flies out from her lungs, catching Iser’s attention, not even he could have predicted this, as she bolts over to him, first delivering a single finger to his throat that causes him to gasp for air, then a swift karate chop to his neck, followed by a swing of the nails, clawing three deep, long scratches into Iser’s left cheek. Seth goes on his backfoot to recoil from all of this as he’s rubbing his cheek to check how bad the wound is. Manic uses this to pursue Seth with a primal yell that Seth then sidesteps and grabs a hold of her head and flings her into the caged structure! She bounces off of that before being caught by Seth coming down and dumped on her back with his lifting spinebuster! With Kelsey and Christian starting to stir as Krissy is pulling herself up, it’s now Mutt’s turn to try to stop Iser. He hits a couple of strikes coming in on Seth before trying to irish whip him, but the veteran reverses the whip and before Mutt can prepare, he’s launched over head in a back body drop that takes him from one ring to the other with a cratering boom right on the center! The fans cheer that display of strength but the cheers don’t last long, why? Because Heath chop blocks Seth Iser and Kelsey’s monstrous member of her team finally goes down. As Heath comes back to his feet, he stomps Iser in the gut, then grabs his leg and uses it to twist Iser over onto his stomach. Continuing the hold on the leg, Heath then drops a knee into Iser’s lower spine, before wrapping the ankle up into submission. Though not your typical submission specialist, Heath has been known to take that route a handful of times in the past. He applies pressure to the ankle, twisting and pulling. Iser winces, trying his best to crawl to that bottom rope. It won’t break the submission, but it would at least give him some leverage to break out of the maneuver. As Iser nears the ropes, Williams simply pulls him back, centre ring. This brings Iser to plan B, where he tries his best to yank his ankle out from Heath’s grip, but in retaliation, Heath chomps down on Iser’s big toe, holding it in place. Iser’s eyes bulge out at the bite for a moment but he’s now on plan C where he willingly turns his body to the side to get a better view of things and just takes his fingers and just jams them toward Heath’s eyes and starts to rake them with his finger nails with a primal yell. And NEITHER man is letting go of their attempted eye raking or submission and biting. Heath is leaning forward to apply a little more leverage and now Iser jams his thumb right toward Heath’s eye even deeper. Both men shout at each other, a struggle for dominance. Then as if to rescue her mentor, Kelsey rises to her feet and rushes over, performing a swift, and solid, russian leg sweep that forces Heath to release the hold. His skull goes bouncing off the canvas, and Kelsey goes for the first fall of the match, but only manages a two count. She doesn’t dwell on it for too long, and quickly goes over to check on Seth, who just tells her he’s fine while trying to work his foot out. He may be in a lot of pain, but he’ll live to fight another day. Though, it’s evident that his ankle and toe aren’t going to let him stand for a while. Kelsey looks around, she’s the only one in the entire match standing, which goes to show how resilient she is, how much endurance her body has. She spots her husband rising to his feet in the other ring, trying to shake off the effects from that electric chair earlier. Speaking of, Pinhead, the man who delivered the electric chair, gets back up to his feet, and takes hold of Kelsey, throwing her through the air, straight into her husband, who manages to catch her, minimizing the impact. They go tumbling down, but quickly get back up, as Pinhead climbs into the second ring. Pinhead’s face still has the marking of the steel mesh etched into his skin. Iser, fully aware of what’s going on, tries his best to get up, but just can’t find enough strength in that foot. Meanwhile, the husband and wife duo, find themselves going two-on-one with Pinhead, though the numbers advantage don’t seem to be much of an advantage at all, Pinhead holding his own as he trades blows with the married couple. He grabs Michaels by the face, and sends him hurtling into the corner nearest the centre between the two rings. He then turns his attention to Kelsey, and presses each of his hands at either side of her skull, in a face to face vice grip. Kelsey throws some punches to try and force him to let go, but he’s got it locked in tight with no signs of letting go. Meanwhile, in the other ring, Krissy has caught wind of what’s going on. Without wasting any time, she climbs up the cage wall, and maneuvers herself so that she can climb across the ceiling in monkey bar fashion. The journey appears tough on her fingers, but the ruthless radical refuses to let them give way. Sir Figgles: Whoa, has Krissy ever competed in Ninja Warrior? Amy Maynard: Don’t think so, but she’s proving here that she could very well put a dent in the Mount Midoriyama obstacle course! As Krissy floats over the second ring, Kelsey musters up all of the air in her lungs, to blow a fairly heavy gust of wind straight into the eye of Pinhead’s that was damaged earlier. It forces him to let go of his vice grip, and as he spins heel, Krissy drops from above, landing straight on his shoulders. She tilts herself backwards, attempting a hurricanrana, but her legs just can’t handle all of Pinhead’s weight in order to do so. Pinhead lifts her up, ready for a powerbomb, but Kelsey bounces off the ropes, and comes sprinting forward, nailing Pinhead in the spine with a harsh drop kick, giving Krissy that extra nudge she needed to perform a successful hurricanrana. Pinhead goes somersaulting through the air, landing straight on the two sets of ropes keeping the two rings apart. Upon collision, the bolts keeping the ropes in place go shooting out into the ring, and along with Pinhead, the ropes fall to the floor. Then, as if to add insult to injury, Christian comes flying through the air from the top turnbuckle, delivering a stern elbow drop, though not to the midsection as an elbow drop typically would, but instead to Pinhead’s injured knee. Michaels then scurries over, for the second fall of the night, but somehow, someway, the giant powers out before the three can be scored. Amy Maynard: How does one man have THAT much power? CM wipes a hand over his face, and looks back at Kelsey and Krissy, who are surprised to say the least. Krissy punches the canvas, and Kelsey takes a deep breath. The Mutt, now back in action, sprints over to Krissy, and knocks her down with a big boot. It then turns it’s attention to Kelsey, and the two lock up, before Kelsey’s able to out maneuver the human dog, and get it into a side headlock. Meanwhile, as CM gets to his feet… so does Heath. The two lock eyes. Michaels has been wanting a piece of Williams for a very long time, and it appears as though he’s about to have his wish granted. As CM approaches him, Heath smirks, and the two begin to circle the first ring. They lock up, and CM attempts the same side headlock Kelsey has The Mutt locked in, but Heath slips out, and irish whips CM towards the ropes. CM bounces back, and Heath drops, so CM leaps over him, then bounces off the opposite ropes. Heath rises to his feet, and as CM draws in, ready to take his opponent down, Heath reverses the attack, and pulls CM into a seated position on his shoulders, then quickly falls backwards, with a reverse alley oop bomb. CM goes flying towards the cage, but manages to brace himself upon impact, getting a handful of cage before his face hits the mesh. Heath realizes that CM’s hanging there, and darts in, but Michaels lifts his knees, and slots Heath’s head in between his calf muscles. He uses his legs to try and drive Heath’s head into the cage, but the cunning Revolution leader puts both fists in front of his own skull, lessening the impact. CM tries it again, but this time Heath gets his head free, and pulls Michaels down, causing him to slip, and get a face full of rope. Heath then pulls Michaels into a roll-up, and grabs the tights on the way down. Kelsey notices what’s going on as at the official’s hand hits once, and releases the side headlock to go and break the cover, but The Mutt grabs a hold of her ankle, and she plummets to the canvas. Heath then gets the two count, but right before he gets the three, something goes slamming into his face, causing him to let go. Iser looks on from his nest by the ropes, the boot on his injured ankle no longer there, and instead over by Heath, who’s clutching his face. Amy Maynard: Wow! Seth Iser actually THREW his own wrestling boot to break up the pinning predicament! Sir Figgles: Sure, but something tells me that’s not why Iser originally took off the boot. Look at his big toe, it’s all bruised and swollen, and the ankle doesn’t look much better. Amy Maynard: Hmm, I see, you’re right. That couldn’t have been very comfortable trapped in the confines of a big, thick, wrestling boot. As Heath’s attention is diverted to his face, this gives CM the opportunity to roll over backwards, push up to his feet, then sock Williams with a stern kick to the chin. This forces Williams to let go of his face, revealing the blood dripping from his nose, thanks to Iser’s throwing of the boot. Iser then limps over but he’s pointing at Michaels to get it ready. Michaels respectfully agrees, and gets a little bit of distance as Seth is able to grit his teeth and get behind Heath with a waistlock. Christian takes a leap and delivers a Hand of Fate(superman punch) right to Heath’s wound and once that connects, Seth releases him in a display of brute strength with the german suplex Once Heath’s grounded, Iser floats over him and jams his hand down Heath’s throat in the Injection of Poison, while CM locks in an armbar. In the other ring, Kelsey and The Mutt continue their back-and-forth, this time it’s a little more even. That is until… Kelsey hits a sudden superkick, out of thin air! The Mutt stumbles for a second, dazed, then hits a retaliation superkick of his own. Kelsey staggers, eyes wide, but then once again, hits a superkick to retaliate the retaliation. The Mutt spins around, and walks into a third superkick, this time from Krissy, who has now recovered from that big boot. It spins again, walking into yet another superkick from Kelsey. Then another from Krissy, and another from Kelsey, and another from Krissy, and another from Kelsey, the fans are cheering their hearts out at this point. The Mutt turns again, and almost gets another from Krissy, but out of sheer luck, collapses to it’s knees, and instead, Krissy’s superkick nails her own cousin right in the mouth. This catches Krissy off guard, her eyes widen as she realizes what she’s just done. This gives The Mutt the chance to swiftly lift her off her feet, and bring her crashing down into the canvas face first. All three individuals involved in the altercation now down and out, for the time being. Amy Maynard: A miscommunication by the cousins! Sir Figgles: And now Krissy paid the price for her sin. Over in the first ring, CM and Iser still both have their submissions locked in, Heath refusing to tap. Both are too fixated on their submission to notice the stirring of The Manic, who has been out for quite a while now. She uses the ropes to get to her feet, the mutated left side of her face drooped and wrinkly. She takes notice of the predicament Heath’s in, and staggers over to the warhammer, picking it up but struggling to do so, the weapon a little too heavy for her petite frame. She walks it over to CM, and raises it above her head, which proves difficult for her skinny arms, giving CM the time to release his hold and roll out of the way to avoid the strike, which instead hits the canvas. The Manic then quickly turns her attention to Iser, and swings the hammer sideways. Iser falls backwards from his seated position, narrowly missing the blow. He rises to his feet, he too releases his hold, and The Manic tries for another overhead strike. Iser ducks out of the way, then takes a hold of the weapon and tears it from The Manic’s grip. He now has control of the warhammer, but instead of using it, allows it to rest idly in his hand. He raises a single finger to The Manic and shakes his head before adding insult to injury. Seth Iser: I’ve seen that far too much kid. Try again. Manic, in more anger, charges toward Iser but she doesn’t see CM rushing in with a Hand of Fate (superman punch), that sends The Manic flipping into the air and crashing down onto the canvas face first. Amy Maynard: Hand of Fate! It went from Superkick season to Hand of Fate season and Manic has frequent flyer miles from the impact! Sir Figgles: Yeah, but I don’t think The Manic’s gonna be coming back with one of her own like The Mutt did! CM flashes a thumbs up at Iser, who gives a nod in return, but the celebrations don’t last long, as CM’s hoisted up into the air by a recovered Pinhead, and brought down with a thumping german suplex. As Pinhead rises back to his feet, Iser rushes over as fast as he can, and goes to jab a thumb in the already injured eye, but Pinhead swats the hand away and follows up with a huge right hook that sends Iser stumbling back a couple paces. Iser parries back and boots Pinhead’s injured knee, causing the big man to buckle. He does it again, and Pinhead has no choice but fall to a knee. Iser then hoists Pinhead up as high as he can, and locks a left arm around the big man’s skull, setting up for the Deprivation DDT! He readies himself to make the drop, but Pinhead overpowers him, grabbing Iser’s legs and throwing him overhead. Iser goes cutting through the air, before landing stomach first in the second ring. He rises to his feet for a moment right after impact, but flops back down just as quickly. Pinhead comes over, stalking the man known as wrestling’s greatest mind, and takes close notice of the bruised toe. He lifts Seth’s leg, and grabs that unprotected toe, wrapping his fingers around it. He grips it for some time, jerking it back and forth in barbaric fashion every so often, as Iser slams his fists down on the canvas, grunting in pain. The veteran fires a couple of rights to try to get himself out of that position but Pinhead takes hold of the ankle, and drags Seth over to the cage wall, before dipping it through the ropes, and violently rubbing the toe along the steel mesh. Seth shouts in agony, before having had enough, reaching over and karate chopping the back Pinhead’s knee. Pinhead buckles, then Iser jabs two fingers into the same spot, right in the pressure point, causing Pinhead’s face to hit the cage. Then, as if to aid Seth Iser, CM comes up from behind having recovered from that german, and buries two boots deep into Pinhead’s spine, sending him further into the cage, the metal rattling from the impact of Pinhead’s weight. Pinhead’s body leans up against the ropes, as his face stays glued to the cage. Sir Figgles: Pinhead keeps getting up! Amy Maynard: He’s the literal definition of a monster! At the other side of the ring, Kelsey and Krissy are both getting to their feet. Krissy checks on Kelsey and apologizes for the unintended superkick, and Kelsey forgives her, as she puts a finger on her now swollen upper lip. Beside them, The Mutt has risen to it’s knees, but doesn’t stay up long as the Wicked Socialites deliver a double superkick, that sends it back to the mat in a heap. Meanwhile, CM helps Seth to his feet, and it appears as if the Self-Die Squad are the ones standing tall. All four members are on their feet, whereas all four members of The Revolution are down and out. That is, until, Pinhead suddenly turns around without warning, wraps a hand against Iser’s face, then performs a backwards chokeslam that sends Iser into the cage. Michaels rushes up with some heavy lefts and rights, but quickly gets tossed aside, sent somersaulting through the air. Pinhead then paces over to Krissy, and attempts a clothesline, but the Empress ducks, and sends a stern kick straight into Pinhead’s back. He swings an arm around, attempting another clothesline, but instead walks straight into Hand Of The Wicked. He clutches his heart for a moment, before staggering backwards, and turning around, bending his upper body over. Kelsey rushes up, locks an arm around Pinhead’s skull, and drives it into the canvas with the Deprivation DDT she learned from Seth Iser. She goes for the cover, but it’s no use, somehow the brute manages to lift the shoulder up at two. “We need to take him out,” Seth coughs from the distance, trying his best to get to his feet. “The damned giant’ll keep coming back if we don’t.” Kelsey nods from her seated position on the canvas, Krissy too from where she stands. CM pushes himself to his feet, and he too agrees. Each member of the Self-Die Squad back into their own separate corner of the second ring, and await Pinhead’s return. As he finally rises to his feet, Krissy jumps up onto the ropes, bounces off of them, then goes flying through the air, nailing Pinhead with a modified version of A Wicked Good Time, her knees crashing into Pinhead’s skull. As she lands on the mat, Pinhead staggers over towards CM, and eats a nasty Just Like That. But Pinhead bounces off CM’s shoulder on the way down, and springs back up, walking into a second Hand Of The Wicked. He then stumbles over to Kelsey, and is met with a devastating ripcord knee strike. As he’s released from the ripcord, Iser comes barreling over with a vicious hard knee to the face, then together, both Seth and Kelsey wrap an arm around Pinhead’s skull, and bury him into the canvas with a duo Deprivation DDT. But… Pinhead doesn’t stay down, instead, he springs back up, and goes stumbling backwards into the far right corner Krissy had previously been standing in. Together, all four members head over to Pinhead, and begin wailing on him, each throwing a few punches and strikes of their own. Kelsey instructs her team to hoist him up onto the top turnbuckle, and with all their combined might, they manage the task. Iser then wraps Pinhead’s injured knee around the ropes, and yanks on it a few times, followed by a few strikes. He then points at that table The Mutt brought in earlier, and CM goes over to fetch it while Pinhead delivers one last heave to start to free himself, Seth rakes at his eyes and he’s slumped over once more for the moment. Michaels only takes a few moments to bring it back, and together he and his wife set it up. They then both move to either side of Pinhead, and climb up onto the second ropes except for their tallest member. Iser takes the base reading for a powerbomb with Krissy helping her cousin. But Pinhead thwarts their plans, shoves both Krissy and Kelsey down, then pushes CM from the back of her head, sending him staggering forward. He then socks a left jab straight into Iser’s face, and reaches over, his eyes on the already set up table. His own plans are then thwarted however, when Kelsey rapidly climbs the turnbuckle, and knees Pinhead right in the snout and Iser starts heaving, refusing to give up ground. Kelsey starts helping her mentor in the endeavor trying to pull! Then Krissy gets in position, as does CM. Krissy goes over the top with an Overcastle while Christian clotheslines the monster and finally Iser and Kelsey with one last push the Self-die Squad QUADRUPLE TEAM POWERBOMB PINHEAD! However, it’s not just the table he goes through… IT’S ALSO THE CANVAS! As Pinhead goes falling through the crater below, CM joins him, unintentionally rolling over backwards into the deep dark hole while Krissy did manage to get to the opposite corner. Amy Maynard: OH MY GOD! THE SELF-DIE SQUAD HAVE JUST BURIED PINHEAD DEEP INTO THE DEPTHS OF THE SECOND RING! Kelsey’s dumbfounded, Iser’s face shows a moment where he’s shocked before collapsing and favoring his bad wheel, and even Krissy seems rather surprised. Kelsey’s dumbfounded expression then turns to worry, as she peers into the hole, looking around for her husband. Suddenly, CM pops a head out, his lips rounded in the shape of an o. Kelsey grins, happy to see he’s okay, but it doesn’t last long, as a big brooding hand comes reaching out of the hole, wrapping itself around CM’s throat. Kelsey looks on in desperation as CM gasps for air. Kelsey looks ready to pounce signaling for everyone to attack. Michaels then grins, and reveals he was just holding Pinhead’s arm there, then uses Pinhead’s finger to itch his cheek. Kelsey starts laughing, and Seth smirks with a shake of the head. It appears even Krissy wants to let out a chuckle, but refuses to let herself be entertained by CM’s antics. “Let’s go,” Seth comments from the corner before spitting in Pinhead’s grave. The lighthearted moment doesn’t last long though, as CM’s head is met with a hellacious baseball slide from Heath, that sends his face smashing into one of those wooden planks that hold up the canvas. Before Kelsey has a chance to react, she’s met with a dropkick to the spine from The Mutt. It causes her to leap over the giant hole in the mat, and collide face first with the ropes. She goes to fall backwards, the hole waiting to gobble her up alongside Pinhead, and her husband, but Iser catches her by the forearm before she does. Meanwhile, Krissy tackles The Mutt and starts dishing out the assault, as Heath gets up and grabs Kelsey by the other forearm. Together, Heath and Seth battle in a game of tug-of-war, pulling Kelsey from each side, one attempting to rescue her from falling into the pit, the other trying his best to make sure she does. In the end, Heath decides it’s pointless, and let's go, allowing Kelsey to go crashing into her mentor in the corner. Heath then turns his attention to Krissy, who is in the process of nailing The Mutt with a Handful Of Fun. As The Mutt rolls over to the ropes, Heath makes way over to Krissy, and the two begin to trade punches. Heath then irish whips Krissy to the ropes, and she leaps up, bouncing off the second, and catching Williams with Air Crazy. Heath falls to his back, and Krissy scurries for the cover, but only gets a two. She then stands up, and looks around the structure, eyes scanning both rings, until she spots her barbwire bat. She goes over and retrieves it, walking it back over to Heath, who’s now on one knee. She swings it at him, and he ducks, rolling out of the way, but as he comes back up onto his feet, she whacks him across the chest with it. He goes staggering, and gets a second shot from the bat to the back. He stumbles over into the first ring, trying to get away, but Krissy follows, another strike to the back. She tries for another, but this time Heath dodges, then lifts a boot straight into her gut, locks his arms around hers and for the second time tonight, Krissy eats a Frozen Over. But that’s not all, on the way down, her head collides with her own bat. Heath looks over at her, she’s not moving. He tries to crawl over to make the pin, but he hasn’t much strength after those blows from the bat. After a few moments, he finally manages to get his forearms over her. He gets the one count… he gets the two count… but alas, the three count can not be achieved, thanks to Seth Iser who has made the trip to break the cover. And Seth’s face looks purely...demonic. Amy Maynard: That’s not Seth Iser the mentor or the father figure. That’s not even Seth Iser, the two time world champion. Sir Figgles: ...I’m genuinely terrified of this Iser. Amy Maynard: Most people are because that’s the evil son of a bitch that tormented Japan for three years! The man who ended Mike Park’s career. Matt Slater’s career! And he might add Heath Williams to that list. Sir Figgles: Wait...NO! That would be a TRAGEDY! That’s an Apocalypse! Amy Maynard: Or as Seth used to be known...THE Apocalypse. Though his toe and general foot area are giving him grief, Iser doesn’t let it get to him. He sees the wounds from the barbwire on Heath’s back, and scrapes his boot along them, causing Williams to shout out and provoke the leader to get to his knees. The veteran then grabs Heath by the hair and starts throwing multiple, repeated cross faced blows to the nose! The fans cheer louder for each of them and Heath slumps over. Then Seth grits his teeth and scoops Heath over his shoulder, balancing on his good wheel. Black Magic might be coming. The fans are cheering for this! But… the cheering doesn’t last long… in fact, it’s soon replaced by heavy booing, as The Manic comes up beside Seth, catches him off guard, grabs his wrist and cuffs it to the top rope. He looks over at his wrist, and notices the cuff. He pulls at it, then releases the hold on Heath and goes to grab The Manic, but she quickly steps back and cackles as he tries to extend his arm long enough to swipe her. He realizes he can’t reach her, and brings his arm back to his side, a new game plan in need. However, as his hand drops beside his ribs, there’s a clicking sound… He looks over at his other hand, and it’s also cuffed now. He looks back at Heath and takes a deep breath, as Heath snickers and chuckles. Heath slips out from the ropes, and together he and The Manic laugh, and taunt their cuffed opponent. The Manic pulls two small hip flasks out from her ring gear, and hands one to Heath. Sir Figgles: Aha! Celebrating with some good old hard liquor! What do you think it is, Amy? Bourbon? Vodka? Tequila? Amy Maynard: I don’t know, but something tells me that whatever’s in those flasks, is NOT alcoholic. Sir Figgles: Why not? Amy Maynard: Well, one reason is because it’s against company procedure to drink while you’re wrestling a match. Sir Figgles: ...is it against company procedure to drink while you’re CALLING a match? Amy Maynard: Um, yeah… why? Sir Figgles: Ha… no reason… I didn’t put a few shots of kahlua in my coffee earlier or anything, if that’s what you’re asking... Both The Manic and Heath unscrew the caps from their flasks, and each take a large sip, though they don’t swallow. Whatever’s inside, they hold in their mouths. It appears as if Iser knows exactly what they’re up to while still struggling. He’s fighting angrily shaking his right hand to break the cuffs. He then shouts at them as he’s trying to free himself to ‘Do it! I dare you!’ as Seth’s now red faced in pure fury. The Revolution teammates both shrug, then each spray out an abundance of mist towards Seth’s face, Heath’s mist red, The Manic’s green, together making an odd brown colour… But Seth broke through one of the cuffs and blocked it with his right arm. “性交する”(“Fuck you”) he says with the utmost aggression giving every single one of them the finger in open defiance. A glint of rage from Heath’s eyes but it turns into shock and fear as Seth lets out one more roar and uses both hands to break free of his prison for his other arm! Heath desperately takes a swing but Seth blocks it with his cuffed hand! From that seated position like a wounded animal he lets out one last roar and starts throwing rights with every bit of vile and venom is has left, even willing himself to his feet. A right to Heath to get him on his back foot, a back elbow to the Mutt and an uppercut for the Manic. Mutt rushes in and there’s a boot to the face. The next move is the DDT for Manic but Heath bashes Seth in the back of the head with the same flask he used to try the mist punishment. Heath’s eyes go wide with fury as the trio then drag Iser to the spot between the rings and there are evil intentions. Seth again is fighting the whole way but there’s one of him and three of the Revolution hounding him. Soon Heath, with aid of his two companions, lift the veteran wrestler high up in the air and then spiking his skull hard with a piledriver with a thud. The trio then dispose of the veteran by rolling him into that same crater Pinhead is in. Sir Figgles: Oh my God, BOTH monsters are in hell! What a genius wave of different attacks by Heath. EVEN Seth Iser can’t have THAT many answers for all three members in such short succession. Over in the other ring, Kelsey starts to show life. She pushes herself to her feet, and staggers over. She sees Krissy sprawled out on the canvas, blood gushing from her cousin’s forehead. She looks on with widened eyes, then shifts her focus to Seth, who’s possibly in even worse shape than Krissy is and in that crater where Pinhead was. Heath and The Manic turn around and notice her, and they grin as they do. “W-what did you do to Krissy?” Kelsey asks quietly, almost inaudible. “W-what did you do to Seth?” As Heath and The Manic slowly walk over to her, Kelsey’s face turns red, her jaw clenched tight. Her entire body is shaking, as she balls her hands into fists. She looks up at the duo with determination, then with a scream at the top of her lungs, charges forward. She takes The Manic down with a powerful clothesline that causes the Revolution’s first lady to go somersaulting. She then turns to Heath and the two begin trading blows, Kelsey’s far more wild, and vicious than Heath’s, which is a first for their rivalry. She sends a hard side kick into his outer thigh, then kicks him in the shin. He staggers forward, and she gets him in position for the Deprivation DDT, but right before she can finish him off, The Mutt comes through a boot to the face. She staggers back, and together Heath and The Mutt outnumber her, booting, kicking, punching. Finally, Heath pulls her to her feet via her hair, and keeps a hold of it. He drags her over to the hole, and dangles her over it by the ends of her long blonde hair. She yelps and struggles, but there isn’t much she can do, if she doesn’t want to fall in. “You see that?!” Heath shouts at her. “That there’s your husband’s grave! You wanna be buried with him? Huh?! You wanna be buried with your beloved little husband?!” Just as that final word leaves Heath’s lips, CM pops up out of the hole with a steel chair in hand, to the adulation of the fans, and slams it straight into Heath’s midsection. Heath stumbles backwards, unintentionally pulling Kelsey away from the hole in the process. He has no choice but to let go of Kelsey’s hair as he turns away and clutches his stomach in crouching position. CM hands Kelsey the chair as The Mutt rushes over. Kelsey attempts to hit The Mutt, but The Mutt ducks underneath the strike, and bolts towards the ropes. It bounces off of them, just as CM gets out of the hole. As The Mutt runs back towards Kelsey, Michaels gets in it’s way, a kick to the gut, followed by Just Like That. And just like that, The Mutt’s out. Michaels goes over and joins his wife, as Heath scurries over to The Manic, who has just risen to her feet. Together Heath and The Manic stand in the first ring, and Kelsey and CM stand in the other. Heath picks up his warhammer, and The Manic picks up a kendo stick. CM’s the only one without a weapon now. Kelsey offers him the chair, but he declines, and his eyes float over to that golden rod in the opposite ring. CM makes a beeline for it, and The Manic steps forward, swinging that kendo, trying to prevent him from getting a hold of the rod. He avoids the attacks however, and after some quick footing, manages to get his hands around that rod. The Manic comes at him with another strike, but misses, then CM comes overheard with a strike of his own. The Manic holds up the kendo with both hands, as if to shield her, but the rod goes straight through, splitting the stick in two and sending her to her knees. CM goes for another strike, aiming for the head, but Heath comes in to The Manic’s aid, warhammer at the ready. CM blocks Heath’s strike with the rod, and Kelsey comes in with the chair. As she attempts to hit Heath with it, he maneuvers the warhammer, so like the rod, blocks the incoming attack. But that leaves him wide open for CM, who comes cutting through the air with the rod. However, before his strike can hit… The Manic, in dirty fashion, reaches out and grabs a hold of CM by the testicles, squeezing and yanking them backwards. She then follows up with a hard punch, that sends Michaels to the canvas. Kelsey takes a step back, two on one now. She readies her chair, as Heath too readies the warhammer, and The Manic rises to her feet. Heath and Kelsey strike at the same time, and their weapons connect. They do it again, and again. And again. Though, it appears the chair does not have the same durability that the hammer does, it’s dented now, and rendered nearly completely useless. This gives The Manic the chance she needs, to duck through and grab Kelsey by the waist in kneeling position, catching her off guard and allowing Heath to bury the hammer into her gut. The Manic let’s go and joins Heath, and Kelsey collapses to her knees, clasping her stomach. She stares up at Heath, coughing, blood oozing out against her hand. Heath steps forward with a smirk, and taps her left shoulder with the hammer. “KELSEY SPENCER! I HEREBY DECLARE YOU, DAME KELSEY,” Heath then taps her other shoulder. “DAME KELSEY, THE CRETIN!” He raises the warhammer in the air, and gets ready to smash it across the top of Kelsey’s skull. But in one swift movement, the hammer does not strike Kelsey, but instead the shoulder of CM, who swooped in at just the right time. Heath and The Manic look at each other dumbfounded, as CM has his arms wrapped around his wife. Michaels rubs a hand against Kelsey’s face, as he winces through the pain of the strike. He stares deep into her eyes, as his hand drops to her chin. “It isn’t over yet, babe,” he announces hopefully, but raspily. In an unexpected flash, Michaels rises to his feet, spins heel and brings the fight straight to Heath, rushing him, and backing him into the first ring, causing him to drop the hammer. The Manic goes in to aid her beloved leader, but Kelsey springs to her feet, grabs The Manic by the wrist and pulls her in, throwing several hard-hitting punches. Together it seems as if the married couple will be able to take out their opponents, the clear upperhand at this moment. Michaels manages to get Heath into the corner, as does Kelsey with The Manic. But then, as Michaels goes in for a strike, Williams counters it, and nails CM in the face with a powerful headbutt that sends him staggering. Kelsey hasn’t caught wind, still focused on The Manic. Heath turns to the turnbuckle, and quickly unties the pad, discarding it in the corner. As Michaels recovers from the headbutt, he comes forward, but walks into a drop toe hold that sends his face on a collision course with the unprotected buckle. Meanwhile, Kelsey drags The Manic out centre of the second ring, and gets her in position for the Deprivation DDT, and back in the first ring, Heath pulls CM in for Frozen Over. At the very same, exact time, both Heath and Kelsey nail their finishers on each respective opponent. Once finished, as they both lay against the canvas, they tilt their heads upwards and lock eyes. Kelsey notices Christian and takes a deep breath, as Heath rolls over to his knees. She does the same, and both individuals rise to their feet. They each stagger over to the centre of the two rings, each standing at either side of the long steel strip. They ready themselves for a brawl, quite possibly the final stand of this match. Kelsey fires a right hook, Heath dishes out a left jab. Kelsey sends in an uppercut, Heath retaliates with a backhand. Kelsey punches Heath. Heath punches Kelsey. Kelsey punches Heath. Heath punches Kelsey. KELSEY punches Heath. HEATH punches Kelsey. KELSEY punches HEATH. HEATH punches KELSEY. KELSEY PUNCHES HEATH. HEATH PUNCHES KELSEY! KELSEY PUNCHES HEATH. THEN DOES IT AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. THEN OUT OF NOWHERE, HEATH DELIVERS A KICK TO KELSEY’S INJURED STOMACH, TAKES HOLD OF HER ARMS AND BAM! FROZEN OVER STRAIGHT TO THE STEEL STRIP! HE GOES FOR THE COVER! ONE…….. TWO……. THREE!!!!!!!!!!! After the match, the fans boo as Heath smiles and chuckles from the ground, clutching his body, each small movement just as painful as the next. The camera takes turns looking at all the fallen participants of the match. It first fixates on that hole, Pinhead and Seth still nowhere to be seen. It then pans on Krissy, her head covered in blood, and quite possibly some bits of barbed wire stuck in her skin. Amy Maynard: Look at all that carnage… Sir Figgles: You can say that again… I don’t think anyone’s leaving this match the same way they walked in… The camera then shows The Mutt, who lays not too far from the hole. It then shows The Manic, still feeling the effects of that Deprivation DDT. Then there’s CM, battered and bruised as all hell with an arm outstretched towards his wife even in unconsciousness. And finally, it lands on Kelsey, who hasn’t moved the slightest inch since having her head driven into the steel. Heath is the only person left conscious, but is by no means any less injured. Ring Announcer: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… THHEEEEEE REEVVOOOOLUUUTTIIIOOOON! Heath just can’t seem to wipe that smirk from his face, he’s oh so very pleased with himself. He shuffles towards the cage door, and orders the official’s to open it. As he nears the ropes, they do as instructed, and Heath pulls himself to his feet. He ducks through the ropes, and staggers out the door, stumbling down the steel steps, and heading towards that ladder he set up upon entry. He rests a hand on one of the rungs and hoists himself up, beginning a slow climb to the top. Amy Maynard: What in the world is he doing? Sir Figgles: Not sure, but I have a feeling we’re about to see just why he set up this ladder before. Eventually, Heath makes it to the top, then reaches over to the structure, and starts climbing that. After a few moments, he’s able to lift a leg over and get himself on top of the cage. After crawling over to the centre, he takes the time to take in the scenery, a cocky smile sprawled ever so proudly across his face. Sir Figgles: I understand now. Amy Maynard: Me too. This is a statement. Sir Figgles: A powerful one. Heath looks down into rings, and the cameras follow. We watch as both CM and Krissy slowly but surely, crawl over to Kelsey who remains motionless. They each take an individual hand of Kelsey’s, before once again resting their heads against the canvas. Heath looks up at the camera, and grimaces, raising a single arm into the air, as the Japanese fans make their discontent known. The camera stays on this image, as the commentators make their final comments of the night. WINNER: The Revolution BY: Pinfall (Hell Frozen Over), 37:49 |