Post by gvb on Feb 10, 2020 20:49:25 GMT -6
MWE presents: Big In Japan -night 2
Live from Tokyo Dome in Tokio
Sunday, February 9th, 2020
The atmosphere is electric inside the Tokyo Dome, the crowd is hot already thanks to the pre-show match, the battle between two sisters, Nikki Knight and Ashley Whitmore. It was a good contest, hard hitting and fast paced just like the Japanese fans loved it. A shame that it ended in a no contest after both women, too busy beating the ever loving crap out of each other failed to answer the ten count. Guano Apes' "Big In Japan" blasts through the loudspeakers, the loudspeakers go off on the entrance stage... Everything seems normal, until we cut now to the announcer’s table. The entire team is sitting there with a serious, almost gloomy look on their faces, a stark contrast to the general mood of the night. Amongst them, it’s Peyton Holland who takes word, the tone of his voice is low.
Peyton Holland:
Ladies and gentlemen what we are going to show you is some unaired footage from last night. It’s something we would have never wanted to show you and we promised we will have updates for you after later tonight. Please, get the clip rolling.
The tron comes to life, taking us inside the medical room. The former Cloud Gate Champion Tiff Rollins is sitting on the table. She looks exhausted, physically and mentally proven after the battle with her cousin Anastasia Starling. A fight that went on for little short than half an hour, and saw her tapping out to the Four Card Trick. Ironically, a move made famous by her mentor Andreas Lasiewicz, Ana’s uncle. And that right leg is the subject of the doctor’s attention, especially the knee. The swelling is pretty obvious, even without a degree in medicine, and so is Tiff’s pain as the doctor examines the area.
Doctor:
Hmm…
His body language gives up his concern. Tiffany notices it, swallowing hard as she tries to remain strong despite the understandable distress the pain and the doctor’s reaction are giving her.
Tiff Rollins:
Stop dancing around it. How bad is it?
She asks, hiding all her emotions behind that tough exterior that always characterized her.
Doctor:
I can’t really tell… I’m taking you to the St. Luke International Hospital for further exams. But if I had to guess, I would say the MCL might be interested.
The news, although it’s just a first diagnosis without any test to support it, quickly changes Tiffany’s demeanor. It’s not the Five Foot Murder Machine that’s sitting there, facing what could be the first big injury in her career. It’s a nineteen years old girl who just lost her title, a championship she held for over a year, setting a bar that’s unlikely to be met by anyone. A title that changed her life in more ways than can be described. And now, she’s facing a potentially long time off. The referee notices it, placing his hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her.
Doctor:
Don’t think about it now. Let’s wait for the test results before jumping to conclusion, ok?
There’s a light nod from the former champion.
Doctor:
I’ll call the hospital and inform Miss Collins. Just stay here and relax, ok?
The tone of his voice is incredibly soothing, almost sweet. He knows Tiffany, he knows that despite being one of the most loved star in Millennium, she doesn’t have many friends, neither in the locker room nor in her personal life. And in this moment, she’s alone, and rightfully scared.
Tiff Rollins:
Thank you.
The doctor takes leave, leaving the former Cloud Gate Champion alone with her thoughts.There’s a brief beat of silence and the unshaking shot of a girl fighting against her emotions, before the door opens once more. Trapped in her thoughts, Tiff does not give the assumed returning doctor much thought. The sound of a chair being dragged across the room does catch her attention, however, and when she looks up, she does not find the staff doctor, but the glare of the RIOT Champion, Devin Hearst!
Devin Hearst:
Hey.
It’s in that moment where something clicks on Tiff’s face: there wasn’t one set of footsteps. There were two! There’s a sickening thud as a giant boot slams into the former Cloud Gate Champion’s head, sending her to the floor as Andrew Wilkow, Hearst’s hired goon, rains down stomp after stomp on the girl. Hearst does not move at first. He simply stares down at Rollins, his grin giving way to a grimace. A blank, void of a stare. After watching his share of the assault, Hearst rises from the steel folding chair he sits on, mumbling to himself just loud enough to be heard.
Devin Hearst:
Face of Millennium … best champion … face of, you’re the face of, face of millennium …. face of millennium, FACE OF MILLENNIUM?!?!?
His eyes go wild as he snaps the folding chair closed, picking it up and smashing it down into the already injured right knee of Rollins! Hearst, in a frenzy, spikes the chair into her knee over and over again until the chair dents beyond use! He throws the now scrap metal across the room before tearing at his own hair, shaking under the weight of his fury! He takes some deep breaths, closing his eyes, before one final breath leads to the “good vibrations” he claims to love so much. Now collected, he motions for Wilkow to back-off. The two exit out of frame as the camera closes in on a suffering Tiff Rollins …
Before Hearst returns into shot, ripping Rollins up and hooking her head under his arm! He stares into the camera, a grin across his face.
Devin Hearst:
My. House. Now!
Hearst snaps back, planting Rollins into the concrete with an Evenflow DDT. As he leaves, the camera is left with only the shot of an unconscious Tiff Rollins, broken in so many ways, and the distant calls for help from Millennium staff just now getting to the scene.
The scene opened up to the backstage area here inside the Tokyo Dome everyone is hyped for a great show here tonight as it's night two of the Big in Japan show. That's when a face not seen here on MWE in quite some time that being of course Josh Holloway. He's seen walking backstage dressed in a leather jacket, black shirt and some cargo pants. Holloway also has his hair tied back in a ponytail. In his right hand he has a bottle of water while in the other he has what appears to be a clipboard and a piece of paper on it. Holloway isn't paying any attention to the camera following him as he kept walking, before he noticed it finally and let out a chuckle as he let his hand caressed his bearded chin, before licking his lips.
Josh Holloway:
So this is what Millennium has become? Interesting. Now a lot of you probably don't even know who I am, however those who have been following Millennium for a really long time and the ones who considered themselves a die hard fans should recognize who I am. Yes, I'm the guy who lost to Eliza Valentine in 23 seconds two years ago during her run as Millennium Champion. Two years ago, I left Millennium to pursue other ventures and to focus on other things. Or at least that's what I said I would do. Now yeah I did pursue a couple things, but I also did something else. I got into the best shape of my life, I re-invented myself. I let the fact that I was embarrassed that night by Eliza Valentine, fuel me... I let it drive me to work my way back here to Millennium and here I am.
Holloway grinned a bit, having stopped walking as he kept his gaze on the camera, before raising the clipboard in his hand allowing the camera to actually see it and it was none other then a contract for Riot.
Josh Holloway:
I had a conversation with Vincent Moretti and this right here is a contract for Riot, that both of us have signed. So it's official, I'm an official member of the Riot roster. And that? That isn't good news for said roster. I'm bigger, stronger and better than I've ever been before in my fifteen year career. As a matter of fact, I'm ready to fight, right here... right now. I don't feel like waiting another week, maybe I'll go find myself a poor schmuck and kick their damn head clean off their shoulders. That would be quite the impact in my return, huh? I just wanna make this perfectly clear, I didn't come back here to Millennium or come to Riot for the fans. I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for me and to erase June 23rd, 2018 from my memory. I'm also doing this because I'm not ready to hang up the boots just yet, I still have a lot left to accomplish and I'm gonna do just that.
Holloway licked his lips a second time, before unscrewing the bottle of water he had and taking a large sip, once he had he tossed the water bottle away, before reaching to the back of his head as he undid his hair from it's ponytail, letting it fall to his shoulders as he glared at the camera, before spraying the camera with mist from the water that was still in his mouth.
Josh Holloway:
Now tonight, I make my official in-ring return here to Millennium in a Six person Ladder match, now you saw me say this on social media that I'm not much of a ladder type of guy. I'm not one of those spot monkey's who thrives in that type of environment, but what I am is dangerous. My opponents tonight are gonna find that out the hard way and I'll be using said ladder to my advantage as a weapon. I'm here to make a statement at the expense of the five others who will be in this ladder match with me. I don't care who you are or what you've done so far here in Millennium or what you've accomplished in your careers outside Millennium, I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to brutalize you and when this match is all said and done, I'm gonna be the one standing tall over five broken bodies, and I'll of made it clear that there's no stopping the Executioner. There's a reason why they call me that, it's not some catchy nickname or cute little moniker. It's because every single time I step into that ring with someone it's not just a wrestling match, no... it's an execution.
You can hear the seriousness in Holloway's tone and the glare in his eyes, he's all business here tonight and if I were the other five opponents I'd be afraid to step into the ring with this man.
Josh Holloway:
I know that Eliza Valentine is no longer the Millennium Champion. Which is a shame, but perhaps it's a blessing in disguise for her. Melissa Reeves is your champion and best believe I have my eyes on that championship. I really do hope she pays close attention to this ladder match, because if she doesn't she's a fool. She's been champion now for what? 169 days? Impressive, obviously she's not had much competition in the 169 days that she's been champion. Well those dares are numbered as you're looking at the competition, tonight will be a little prelude to that. So Melissa Reeves, do yourself a favor and watch what happens tonight, because there's a Killshot with your name on it and you'll be getting it soon.
Riot Ladder Match
Deacon Nash VS Andrew Wilkow VS Melody Lennox VS Josh Holloway VS Saki VS Cameron Grey
Six Riot superstars competing for a mystery prize, just like their Millennium counterparts did last night in the ladder match won by Neal Durden. The rules were the same for them tonight, use a ladder to retrieve the briefcase hanging over the ring. In between, the fans were expecting the same level of intensity as the night before and, with the likes of Saki and Deacon Nash in the mix, a higher level of violence. The match started just like everyone thought it would. Five competitors turning to the eliminate turning to the bigger man, arguably the biggest threat Andrew Wilkow. Cameron was the first to attack, getting punched right to the head from Devin Hearst’s goon who cried out “Sumbitches” when he noticed the five opponents turning to him. He fended off Deacon Nash as well, raising his boot to the face as he turned out. Then he found himself against someone who was almost matching him in height and size, the returning Josh Holloway. The fifteen years veteran started trading blow with Wilkow who soon found himself outnumbered when Lennox and Saki attacked him with kicks to the legs. And soon he had to capitulate to a clothesline from Holloway. It’s every man for himself, and as soon as he got rid of Wilkow, he joined the Appalachian Mountain Monster on the outside with a combined effort from from Saki and Lennox. The two women now stared at each other, ready to get physical but they spotted Cameron sliding back in the ring with a ladder. Working once again together, they kicked him in the stomach and double-powerbombed him onto the ladder, which became now the object of contention. Saki was pulling it her way, Melody trying to get possession of it… They momentarily got back on the same page when Nash came back into the ring, driving the ladder to his face. And then they once again started quarreling over the possession of the ladder, until Holloway came back into the ring. Just like they did with Deacon, they drove the object against him, with a much different outcome. He grabbed the ladder and pushed back, that size and power advantage coming into play. Melody lost her grip and rolled backwards, Saki held onto it until Josh yanked it from her grasp and smashed it on her face. He set it up and tried to climb, but here came Wilkow, pushing the ladder and welcoming Holloway to Riot with a disastrous fall. Someone should have reminded Saki that the goal of the match was to climb the ladder, because she used it in every possible way but to try reach the briefcase. As a battering ram to Melody, squashing Nash between the two set of rails and finally placing it in the corner and sending Wilkow face first against it with a drop toe hold. Andrew stood up, bleeding from right above the eye after the impact and he wasn’t happy. He blocked Saki’s kick to the stomach, shoving her to the canvas and stomping her like a bug. The Kawaii Deathmachine rolled out of the way, kicking Andrew’s leg to take him down on his knee before hitting the ropes, going for a headscissor. He blocked her attempt, turning around and powerbombing her through the ladder with such force that he broke it in half. And probably did the same to Saki as well. Outside the ring? Josh Holloway was dominating, delivering a lariat to Grey and catching Nash as he jumped from the apron, slamming him to the floor with a spinebuster. He then grabbed a ladder and set it up as a sort of bridge between the apron and the commentator’s table. In his mind, Melody should have crushed against it after he sent her in that direction with an irish whip, but the former Carnage World Champion slid under it, emerging on the opposite side. Her and Josh stared at each other, a steel ladder between them preventing any contact. Unless you do as Lennox did, dropkicking it on Josh chest, catching him completely off guard. She then climbed in the commentators table and from there walked on the ladder, jumping and planting Holloway head first on the concrete floor with a spike rana. A ladder was now back in the ring, set up right under the orange briefcase and with Wilkow and Lennox climbing it from two opposite sides. They met on top, fighting in a brawl that was clearly favoring the bigger man, his every blow potentially strong enough to knock down the Villainess who was literally hanging there by a thread. At least until the Sovereign Josh Holloway got back inside the ring and took her down with a powerbomb. He ignored Wilkow, who was now fingertips away from retrieving the case. Whether he did it because all he could think of was hurting Melody, or because he saw Saki and Nash bringing in a second ladder and driving it on Andrew’s lower back knocking him off the ladder, we will never know. But still, he was raining down lefts and rights to the face of the former FFW talent. An unexpected help for Melody came from Nash and Saki who simply dropped the ladder on Holloway’s back, knocking him down on top of Lennox. The ladder bounced on the top rope, ready to be used. Mel’s priority now was shaking off 265 pounds laying on top of her. Wilkow was delivering Riot like there was no tomorrow, to Saki, to Holloway, to Nash and Lennox… Grey was the only one who ducked it and used the second rope as a springboard to hit the big man on the head with a roundhouse kick. Being the only on up, he tried to climb one of the two ladders. Melody set up the second one in a better position than the one Cameron was climbing, starting to ascend. Grey wisely moved on the second chair, reaching Lennox on top. The fight was this time way more evenly matched, the Small But Mighty holding her own against the former member of TMNT. Not too long later they were joined by Saki and Nash on the second ladder, the last one climbing the same side as Cameron, all the way to the top before launching himself with a ridiculous cutter to the former Terra. Melody thanked him, defending herself from Saki’s attacks and kicking the ladder, causing the Singapore Mauler to fall on the outside. Melody climbed the last few steps, touching the briefcase for the briefest of moments before spotting another giant starting to climb. Josh Holloway punched her in the stomach, that blow alone almost sending her all the way down. She hung on somehow, ducking a second punch and hitting one of her own, barely affecting Holloway. A headbutt worked a lot better, stunning the big man long enough for her to hit a second, and a third. She knocked him down a couple of steps, quickly reaching the briefcase, struggling a bit to retrieve it from the hook. He quickly climbed up and started fighting with her for the possession of the briefcase, all this while a bloodied Andrew Wilkow was back on his feet, approaching the ladder and ready to push it down, with not a single care for her or Holloway’s well being. And he did, sending them both crashing on the mat. Josh empty handed, Melody with the briefcase in her arms. WINNER: Melody Lennox BY: Briefcase retrieval, 18:31 |
Sir Figgles: "Oh come on! Who let the dwarf win?"
Amy Maynard: "If I were you, I'd take that back, or started to pray she didn't hear you."
Sir Figgles: "Pfft... You seem to forget I was a wrestler, Amy."
Amy Maynard: "And so were the five people she just defeated, Jacob."
Amy Maynard: "If I were you, I'd take that back, or started to pray she didn't hear you."
Sir Figgles: "Pfft... You seem to forget I was a wrestler, Amy."
Amy Maynard: "And so were the five people she just defeated, Jacob."
Night two of Big in Japan cuts to the hallway where a focused and determined Victoria Salinas has just walked inside the Tokyo Dome. She’s in her typical, no-nonsense mood as has been par for the course for her in this Japan tour with the only thing on her mind being Gavin Grimes and Gavin Grimes alone. Swinging by the locker room, she calmly walks in and when she does so, she’s in for a bit of a surprise.
Victoria Salinas:
Long time no see…
Victoria is saying this to the smiling face of Hayley Halsey.
Hayley Halsey:
Vicky! My god! It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?
Hayley begins to approach her.
Hayley Halsey:
It’s so great to see my old mentor again!
Hayley hugs her, but Victoria is reluctant. In any case, she returns a half-hearted embrace.
Victoria Salinas:
Yeah, great to see you too.
Hayley Halsey:
I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while.
Hayley steps back as Victoria’s curiosity piques.
Victoria Salinas:
You mentioned something about that last night…
Hayley Halsey:
Yes! Indeed! Vicky, let’s be real here. You’ve been in MWE for… how long now? A year almost? Okay, it’s more like eight months or so if you exclude the summer vacation but still, you’ve been here a while, haven’t you?
Victoria Salinas:
Right.
Hayley Halsey:
And how many title shots have you had since you’ve been here? I don’t remember a single one. And yet… look who’s getting a title shot tonight. Sophie O’Brien. You know, when you were in GCW, you were FAR superior to her in every way. While YOU were dominating the landscape, winning the biggest matches on the biggest stage under the brightest lights, she was doing… what exactly? And yet… she’s just… HANDED this title shot. Melody Lennox just walks right in and gets an instant title shot. How many wrestlers have come here after you and have already gotten title opportunities and yet, you’ve never had one? Doesn’t that piss you off?
Victoria Salinas:
To a degree, it’s irksome… I can’t lie about that.
Hayley Halsey:
Tenure aside… I’m going through the same thing. Don’t you think it’s time we do something about it? Isn’t it about time that you finally got what you deserved? You’re so much better than many of these wrestlers that sign on the dotted line and get an instant title shot while you’ve never had one. This company, Vicky… they don’t care about you. That’s why they’re just happy to allow you to be the gatekeeper for the stars to use to get ahead here. You’re just another face… just someone for you to show off to the world and say “Hey, look who we have”. There are two solutions to fix this, Vicky. We’re on separate brands… but you taught me everything I know and we can benefit from teaming up. The other solution? Be who you really are…
Victoria Salinas:
And that would be what, exactly?
Hayley Halsey:
Be that vain bitch again… that took no prisoners, that wanted the spotlight all to herself… be that bitch that I admired and wanted to be when I was training to do this! Being the “good ol’ girl” isn’t getting you very far and you know that and you know that being who you really are is the only way this company is ever going to respect you. You’re too passive, Vicky… and this company takes advantage of you for it.
Victoria Salinas:
You really think that’s the case?
Hayley Halsey:
Oh yeah, it’s clearly obvious.
Victoria Salinas:
Get out.
Hayley chuckles in confusion for a bit.
Hayley Halsey:
Excuse me?
Victoria Salinas:
Get out! I don’t have the time or the place to listen to your little conspiracy theories, alright? I may not agree with some decisions that go on around here, but that’s no excuse to go on this lunatic, crazy conspiracy theory binge that you’ve had since the day you got here. Let me tell you something Hayley… you want to be successful here? Drop the fucking act. You’re better than what you’ve been since you got here. The reason why you’re not meeting the potential that I know you have is because you’re too focused on feeling that this company is out to get you so why don’t you shut the fuck up, grow up, and get with the god damn program, alright? I’m not going to join you, or team with you or buy into your stupid, pathetic conspiracy theory crap!
Hayley Halsey:
WHAT? Vicky…
Victoria Salinas:
And I am especially NOT going to go back to… THAT! I’m too good for that, Hayley. It’s called growing up, you may want to try that sometime. I know in my heart that I can beat someone like Gavin Grimes or anyone at his level, or anyone at the level of a Constantine or a Reeves… without stooping to old habits, without being… well… YOU. That’s right… you’re the living personification of what I used to be. You do whatever the hell it is that you want to do… but I’m not stooping to that shit again!
Victoria turns around and begins to leave.
Hayley Halsey:
FINE! Be Gavin Grimes’s bitch. Again. You’re right about one thing though… I AM what you used to be and you know what? I’ll not only keep on doing so… but I’m going to do it SO much better than you ever did it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You had your chance to fix all your problems, but you blew it. Don’t come crying back to me when Gavin beats your ass and once again, you’re crying like a bitch over the fact that you can’t get to the next level here.
Victoria Salinas:
You do you, Hayley… but what you’re doing? It’s not me anymore… and it never will be again.
Victoria walks out of the room and slams the door behind her, showing how angry she is that her protege would even suggest her turning back to her old ways. She walks down the hallway, further thinking about the match to come later tonight, as the scene fades out.
Backstage, the Star of the Night has the Holly Helpers all lined up holding several different brands of Mouthwash like they were extravagant perfumes in a commercial for her to pick from. Luna’s fully made up with her hair having a lovely bounce to it. The Star Smith dressed in her two piece outfit featuring leggings with a star design rather than the typical floral design.
Luna Smith:
I’m not sure. I want to be prepared for any surprise this stray, probably flea-infested alley cat of a human being plans to do for our match tonight. Which one do you think’s best?
Luna asks one of the helpers who’s just about to open his mouth when Luna swipes the decision away from him for a purplish one.
Luna Smith:
I’ll go with this one.
Luna turns to her side so it reveals a small girl wearing a BreeTee Committee hat, a Dean Smith shirt and wearing purple wristbands with Luna Smith on them behind a star obviously
Chlo:
I hope I never meet Raymond backstage. We were taught not to put fingers in each other’s mouths in Kindergarten.
Luna Smith:
Thank you.
Luna’s expressive delivery makes a number of helpers nervous and Chlo moves her head back. Luna turns back to the Helpers and snatches her robe from one of them.
Luna Smith:
If someone as young as you knows how to behave sensibly, surely someone like….UGH….Raymond Reznik can. Did you email him or his people the rules for the 15 Minutes of Stardom, Holly?
It takes a few moments before Holly’s attention is pulled away from her phone as she blinks while looking at Luna before realizing what she was asked.
Holly Wakefield:
Oh! Yes… I did, but I can’t guarantee that he read the rules.
Chlo:
Can I have one more cookie, Holly?
Chlo asks with her hand hovering over the box of cookies Holly had brought for everyone BUT...Luna revoked from them for her little sister.
Luna Smith:
I don’t know if he can read to be honest, Holly. I mean he makes a caveman seem like a genius.
Holly gives Chlo a smile as a form of apology for not being able to give her a cookie as she adjusts her glasses quickly before setting her phone down.
Holly Wakefield:
I’m sure there won’t be a repeat of the last incident, or else we have grounds for a lawsuit.
Luna Smith:
You have Danielle whatshername on retainer just in case?
Luna then starts to click her fingers trying to remember. Just as Holly’s about to come up with one, Luna changes the subject.
Luna Smith:
And we have my meeting set up for afterwards to put championship gold around my waist?
Holly Wakefield:
Of course, I’m three steps ahead with everything.
Holly nods her head feeling accomplished by this fact and as Luna turns around with her back to where she stands with Chlo, Holly swiftly grabs a cookie to pass it on to the young girl.
Chlo:
Thanks. And you’re three steps ahead for Luna’s boyfriend shopping too?
As she asks by pointing the cookie at Holly. She does a quick count of the number of chocolate chips and bites into it. Holly wiggles her eyebrows a little bit as she picks her phone back up.
Holly Wakefield:
That is a very important task, and she’s a very picky woman, so I want to get it right.
Holly glances over her messages as she grabs a cookie for herself.
Holly Wakefield:
Plus I’m also balancing motherhood and my fashion line, but so far it’s all going smoothly.
Luna Smith:
I’ll need a few dresses for the dates when someone you find is worth my evening time. Like Hol said, Chlo, I don’t settle for the off-picks, or the gutter trash like Raymond.
Luna says while checking her appearance in the hand mirror and readjusts her hair.
Chlo:
She’s a hard-worker. I wonder who’s the better agent/intern...Holly or Laurel.
Holly Wakefield:
I’m sure we’re both talented in our own ways.
Holly smiles before she takes a bite of her cookie, not wanting to start a debate.
Luna Smith:
Holly is. Cody thinks so too.
Holly Wakefield:
Cody is very persistent about it too.
Luna Smith:
That’s enough about Cody, Holly.
Luna gets ever so slightly sterner about that.
Luna Smith:
I need your opinion on which boots I should wear for this evening and my outfit for afterwards...I swear the helpers have zero fashion sense…
Holly nods her head as she approaches closer towards Luna, still clutching on her phone, while finishing off what was left of her cookie.
Holly Wakefield:
Of course, whatever you need.
Tag Team Match
The HooligunnZ VS Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh
The referee double checked the former MWE Tag Team champions making sure they weren’t hiding any weapon, specifically the golden chains mentioned that twice already gave them a win over Rhett and Qiyara in singles matches. And finally, the bell rang, Rhett starting things off against Spectre. A ridiculously fast paced match between the two, who engaged in a spectacular exchange of quick pinning combinations and reversals. Rhett kicked out of the crucifix pin, quickly rolling back to his feet and trying to catch the Hooligunn with a roundhouse kick to the head. Spectre ducked it once again and rolled Adelson once again with a schoolboy pin, grabbing a handful of tights to try keep Rhett down. The Cali born kicked out and complained to the referee about the cheating attempt, telling the official to keep his eyes open. He should have listened to his own advice as Spectre hit him with a punch to the face. He went for a second one but this time Rhett blocked it, twisting the Die Fly’s arm. With a cartwheel and a front flip the former MWE tag champion managed to reverse the hold and take Rhett to the mat with an arm drag. Wasting no time he charged at him with a shining wizard, running up the corner and flying back with a moonsault. Before he jumped backwards, Cole made the tag, entering the ring with a 450 splash, hooking the leg for a cover interrupted by Qiyara. The Father Of FInesse kept control with his innovative style of offense, linking moves in rapid succession and leaving Rhett no time to recover. After a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker came a double foot stomp, but Cole didn’t stop there, jumping on the middle rope and flying back with a legdrop. He could have gone for a cover, instead he went overboard with a standing moonsault, landing on Rhett’s knees. The tag was made and Qiyara finally entered the match with a clothesline to Trey. When he got up, she started using those dangerous kicks of hers, aiming at Cole’s thighs, following with a side push kick and high knee that sent the former champion stumbling back, before she completed the combo she calls Qi To Your Heart with a jumping kick. Spectre barged in, getting caught by Singh with a released belly-to-belly suplex sending him on top of his tag team partner. Despite Spectre being right there, Qiyara made the cover making it all too easy for the Swoltergeist to save the match. Even if he wasn’t the legal man, Spectre attacked the Indian with the Click. Click Boom, the german suplex/superkick/shining punch combination. Adelson didn’t sit on idle hands and floored Spectre with the flying high knee from the top rope, receiving a springboard european uppercut from Trey for his troubles. Cole wasted some time to insult Rhett, giving Qiyara time to recover and get up to her feet. She waited patiently until he was done with his trash talk, and then she caught him with her 540 spinning hook kick. The only reason why she didn't get the win out of it was because, once again, Spectre made the save. Since teaming up together, Rhett and Qiyara have constantly shown signs of improvement, reaching their apex tonight. The chemistry between them has never been better, their tags quick and the combined maneuvers flawless. The former champs were now in great difficulty, especially Spectre who didn’t seem to find an opening to make the tag to his partner. Once again Rhett made the tag to Qiyara after whipping the Swoltergeist in the corner. She entered the ring and hit him with a flurry of rapid fire Muay Thai knees in the corner, weakening Spectre further more before connecting a beautiful butterfly suplex. The Die Fly kicked out in two and attempted a comeback connecting with a few kicks of his own opening his way to the corner, where Trey Cole was waiting for him with his hand reaching out. Singh jumped and grabbed his leg, tripping him down and stopping him inches away from his partner. She got up, still holding Spectre’s foot and dragging him back to the centre of the ring. With an enziguri the master of the DIe Fly style knocked the opponent down and finally made the tag to Cole who entered the ring and immediately charged at Singh who just got back to a vertical position, trying to take her down with a clothesline. Bending backwards, the flexible indian ducked the move feinting a right kick and catching him right to the temple with a spinning tornado kick. The Singhing Off Qi knocked out the member of the HooligunnZ, giving the win to Rhett and Qiyara. WINNER: Qiyara Singh & Rhett Adelson BY: Pinfall (Singhing Off Qi), 10:36 |
Peyton Holland: "Rhett and Qiyara finally got their retribution."
Ambra Monroe: "Twice the HooligunnZ had to resort to cheap tactics to get the best of them, but tonight in Tokyo, justice has been made."
Peyton Holland: "And not only they got their retribution, they even beat former MWE tag team champions."
Ambra Monroe: "I'm sure that the powers that be are keeping track of their progress."
Ambra Monroe: "Twice the HooligunnZ had to resort to cheap tactics to get the best of them, but tonight in Tokyo, justice has been made."
Peyton Holland: "And not only they got their retribution, they even beat former MWE tag team champions."
Ambra Monroe: "I'm sure that the powers that be are keeping track of their progress."
Melody Lennox sits in a skybox. As extra as she can be, she holds onto the golden stand that elevates a pair of opera glasses up. The "VIP of MWE" has her blonde hair in curls, dip dyed with pink ends. and stacked with hairspray high to one side as if she were prepared for a red carpet event rather than a wrestling event. Her petite body wears a red, sparkling evening gown and there are designer shoes on her feet. Her lips are painted the same shade of ruby. An interviewer approaches with a MWE mic in hand while Melody watches on, unaware of their presence.
Grayce Kelly:
Excuse me, Melody?
The woman who made her debut on the largest Riot ever audibly sighs, lowering her opera glasses and turning perhaps what can be described as the coldest look in recorded human history to the interviewer. It sends a shiver down the interviewer's spine, but they continue with only a slight stumble over their words.
Grayce Kelly:
I... um... W-would it be possible to please get a word regarding your debut match with Melissa Reeves on-
Melody Lennox:
No.
She said, lifting her glasses and turning her attention back to the ring.
Grayce Kelly:
Melody?
She seethes, glaring coldly, her lips straining a frown.
Grayce Kelly:
It was quite a debut. Just one little misstep and-
Melody scrolls through her phone, bored.
Grayce Kelly:
You... you could've been the MWE Champion, and-
Melody Lennox:
Huh. That's fascinating!
Grayce Kelly:
What is?
Melody Lennox:
Oh, just this new study I found online. It says that according to research, doctors and scientists have both indicated you have a 100% chance of living longer if you change the subject!
The interviewer pipes down, as Melody glares daggers in their direction.
Grayce Kelly:
I, yes. I will. Um, It was a tremendous outing in the ladder match tonight, too.
Melody Lennox:
I'm sorry, were you expecting something else? Really?
She asked, curiously. The interviewer shirks down once again at the acid and cruelness in Melody's mannerisms.
Melody Lennox:
Cameron Grey looks like a known pedophile who's only friend is a dog, and it doesn't exactly help he calls himself 'kid' anything. Holloway just got here but I'm guessing that MWE must think he's the second coming of Jesus Christ if you wanna put him in the ring with me on night one of being here. Wilkow's a known thug who people are only excited to see - speaking VERY generously for the three people in the crowd who care about him - because his entrance music is a meme. Deacon's going through his moody goth teenager phase despite being a balding, middle aged man, and Saki's adorable but we're not gonna lie to ourselves... she's no Melody Lennox. She's here for basement virgins to tick a box and molest their socks. It's not like it was HARD to stand out in a crowd of undesirables like THAT.
She scoffed, coldly.
Melody Lennox:
If tonight was ANY indication, you should all get used to me stealing the show. It's kind of my thing. There's a reason I was saved for the biggest Riot ever. There's a reason I main evented my first night here. I make history. It's what I do. Fishes swim... or in Melissa's case, get stupidly lucky beyond all reason for way too long, birds fly, and I give marquee moments. It's the natural order of things.
Grayce Kelly:
May I ask who are you pulling for in tonight's main event?
Melody Lennox:
It should have been me. If you wanted people to sit through this two day marathon and be excited about its climax, it really should have been me. If you wanted a champion that's marketable, that gives a damn, that isn't just trying to sling her crusty old vagina around rather than give even just a smidgen of effort... it should have been me. Maybe it IS me. Maybe I expect too much. I have an affinity for the finer things in life. I'll admit it... I'm a little bit spoiled.
She said, waving her ring finger to the camera, showing off the fortune that her ring finger wears. The twenty-nine carat engagement ring and the wedding band underneath, while much more practical, is also spangling with diamonds. Melody's big blue eyes captivated by the light that it reflects.
Melody Lennox:
Maybe when I expect the most, others are satisfied with half-assed effort because they aren't USED to the best. It's really unfortunate the kind of lives some people have to live. And while I could have given a touch of the better side of a life they'll never know to them, tonight, it's NOT me. And you know what? That's fine. It's FINE. They don't deserve me now. As we've seen... I'm main event material, and the best things in life are worth waiting for. But, I've been here what? A week? And I'm already SO bored of Melissa Reeves and her stupid fish face and her Thot Thursdays or whatever the hashtag is for posting slutty pictures this week. I'm bored of someone who doesn't care about being champion and if she doesn't care, why should we? That's why I'm rooting for C-C-J. It'll be nice to finally get a little bit of class in this place.
Melody took a dainty sip from her wine.
Grayce Kelly:
I thought you wanted to be the one to dethrone her?
Melody Lennox:
I don't care how the trash gets taken out. As long as it does so it can stop stinking up the joint.
She smirked, "pleasantly."
Grayce Kelly:
And if Chris Constantine JR does win, then what are your future plans?
Melody Lennox:
Then he and I will see one another very soon for a REAL match where MWE doesn't have a losing outcome, regardless of who leaves as champion.
Grayce Kelly:
I see... thank you for your time, Melody. Enjoy your night.
Melody Lennox:
Ta-ta.
She waved, but it really came across as much more of a shooing motion. Lifting her opera glasses and returning her attention to the show as the camera left her VIP skybox.
"Tick tock."
"Tick tock."
A voice speaks from the darkness, no light shining through to reveal the identity but the tone is familiar.
Raymond Reznik:
After soaking in all of your bullshit for the past few weeks, we find ourselves at this junction."
Raymond Reznik's voice remains as eerily calm as any other time he speaks, almost whispering in the infinite void visible - or perhaps invisible - on the screen
Raymond Reznik:
No makeovers. No hollow words to promote a professional wrestling match. Just you and me inside the ring, laying it all out in any way we see fit. The only restrictions are the time limit and our own sadistic imaginations.
You can almost hear him try to resist laughing as his voice wavers.
Raymond Reznik:
People are billing this as the socialite versus the fighter. What they're missing out is that those terms diminish the mind games that we've both played so far, Luna. Granted, people may overlook you due to the image you project but when we step into that ring, there will be no mind games. No fancy distractions. 15 Minutes of Stardom?
Heh. I'm not looking to become a star. Just to make enough money doing what I enjoy most to be able to live comfortably. I'm not looking to use professional wrestling as a stepping stone to becoming the next big action movie hero or villain.
"Tick tock."
Raymond Reznik:
Can you hear that, Luna? That's the sound of time slowing down for us both tonight. You might think you have the advantage with this being your own match but it'll become less about me going the distance in order to have you claim to have made me famous and more about...Well, about seeing how long you can survive in the ring with me.
Fifteen minutes can be an awfully long time. I intend to make it feel that little bit longer for you. The hands of our personal doomsday clock at at five minutes to minight. Lets see which of us comes out the other side as a survivor.
"Tick tock."
Reznik's face suddenly lunges from the darkness, his eyes wide and a smile forming even wider.
Raymond Reznik:
Time's running out.
15 Minutes Of Stardom Match
Luna VS Raymond ReznikSomehow, Luna managed to obtain this match to be a 15 Minutes Of Stardom match, the stipulation she choose during her reign as Lockdown Champion. Which means, a fifteen minutes time limit match with a twist. If the time runs out, the Star Of The Night is declared the winner. This has lead to a couple of controversial defenses, where Luna took several long breaks, ran around the ring and generally wasted time, playing with the clock. One would think that this was her strategy tonight, stepping in the ring with a much bigger and stronger opponent in the Ohio fighter Raymond Reznik, one who took the Chicago Way Champion Hammerstein to the limit. Instead the blonde beauty surprised everyone, her opponent included, with a crackling start. First a throat strike, then a series of rapidly executed Krav Maga combos. Those kicks and knees always found their mark, Reznik definitely wasn’t expecting this aggressiveness right out of the gate and had to recoil all the way back to the corner. Luna’s offense didn’t stop there, despite the referee calling for a rope break. A hard knee to the stomach doubled him over, exposing his back to Luna’s double axe handles. Surprisingly, the big man was in big troubles, on one knee in a corner. Smith leaped over his back and onto the middle rope and from there right onto the top, jumping straight into a double foot stomp to the back of Reznik. She made the cover, he kicked out in two. A little over five minutes and the tides were already turning. A springboard crossbody from the former Lockdown Champion was turned into a fallaway slam by Raymond, who then broke the Star Of The Night in half with a huge spear. And just like that Reznik was in full control, picking up Luna and easily lifting her over his shoulder in a canadian backbreaker position before dropping her to the mat with a running inverted powerslam. He tried to make a cover, smiling as the former Lockdown Champion kicked out, enjoying the fact that he could continue his opera of destruction. That sadistic side of him came out, giving Luna the worst six minutes of her life when he tore her to shreds with some devastating high impact moves such as a sitout spinebuster, an argentine backbreaker into a sitout powerbomb and of course the Kneehilism, his ripcord V-Trigger. Wisely Luna rolled out of the ring to avoid the pinfall, a choice she probably regretted after the first powerbomb on the apron from Reznik. Even out of the ring, the fighter from Canton, Ohio kept decimating the young girl with those stone like punches until the referee counted to eight and he decided it was better to bring the fight back in the ring. With a drop toe hold Luna tripped his leg and left him hanging on the middle rope, kicking him to the back of the head. She then left the ring and, from the apron, hit him with a soccer kick to the head, climbing to the top rope for her version of the sparkle splash called Stardom, obtaining the closest of the near falls. Seeing him kicking out from one of her finishing moves left her shocked, but a quick look at the clock brought back the smile on her face. A little more than three minutes to go, and now Luna started exploiting the match rules to her advantage, sitting in the corner and giving Reznik all the time he needed to recover. When he stood back to his feet, she rolled out of the ring, starting to play a little cat and mouse game, forcing the opponent to chase her around the ring, going back in only to leave from the opposite side. This was annoying and frustrating Raymond. As much of a bad idea this could sound, Reznik is exactly the kind of man you don’t want to piss off, it kept the time ticking, and this was definitely playing in Luna’s favor. She didn’t only run for the remaining time, trying, by the end of the fifteen minutes, to win the match in a more decisive way, taking down Raymond to his knees with a low dropkick and connecting a superkick to the head. Barely a two count, the big man quickly standing up trying to catch the Star Of The Night for a last, desperate attempt to beat her. But she was way faster than him, dodging his attempt and once again leaving the ring. He followed her out, she ran around the ring, an all too familiar scene that the Japanese fans didn’t really appreciate, booing Luna out of the building. Silver lining, this was the last time they saw it, as the bell rang shortly after she entered the ring for the last time. WINNER: Luna BY: Time Limit, 15:00 |
Amy Maynard: "Luna took the easy way out tonight."
Sir Figgles: "And Reznik didn't like it. He came here to fight, not to play hide and seek."
The referee is raising Luna's arm in the air, the Star Of The Night looking proud of this win. She hasn't noticed Reznik sliding back in the ring, right behind her. Not until he taps her on the shoulder, forcing her to turn around. And then, it's already too late. The Harsh Reality (Black Mass) hits the former Lockdown Champion right on the face.
Amy Maynard: "My two cents? He's not done with her, not by a longshot."
Sir Figgles: "And Reznik didn't like it. He came here to fight, not to play hide and seek."
The referee is raising Luna's arm in the air, the Star Of The Night looking proud of this win. She hasn't noticed Reznik sliding back in the ring, right behind her. Not until he taps her on the shoulder, forcing her to turn around. And then, it's already too late. The Harsh Reality (Black Mass) hits the former Lockdown Champion right on the face.
Amy Maynard: "My two cents? He's not done with her, not by a longshot."
The scene doesn’t open in a press box. Doesn’t open in a fancy locker room. The scene opens up in an undisclosed location. So undisclosed that the room is pretty much black except for the spotlight shining down on Pierce Manning, alone, sitting on a black steel folding chair. He stares almost blankly into the camera.
Pierce Manning:
I am not going to pretend that a Steel Cage Death Match is my bread and butter. It’s not. I’ve had my fair share of steel cage matches over the years. A death match? Can’t say I’ve lived this story. Bet that makes you feel real giddy Henri to hear I am stepping into your element? It should... and it shouldn’t. Since Way of the Dragon, how many days have you spent indulging in your dark, twisted, demented, fantasy about what you are going to do to me? Indulge me. What warped thoughts bounced around inside your head since Jenni paid off the referee? We’re in the end game now, you're not one to shy away from your feelings, come on, I’m listening. Blow me away with the horrors you have planned when we are locked inside a cage custom made for you to give your darkness impulses free reign. Bring the sadism. Live up to your reputation. I beg it. I want to be able to say that I survived one of the darkest, twisted minds in professional wrestling.
Pierce pauses. He takes a deep breath
Pierce Manning:
Whatever you have in mind Henri does NOT compare to what is going to happen when the referee locks the door shut behind us. I had an entire speech mapped out in my head, Know what they say about the best laid plans? Get punched in the mouth, the plans goes out the window. Your newest best friend, Glory Braddock, recruited two stooges to beat Jenni Anderson down senseless. Night 1 was supposed to be Jenni’s moment. Of course, that FRAUD Glory Braddock couldn’t stand Jenni showing her how replaceable she truly is. Jenni’s moment getting ripped away from her sickens me. There is nothing I can do about that right now, Jenni made me promise to focus on the mission at hand. And that is to expose you as the URBAN LEGEND that you are.
You should be flattered I chose you. People say it was cliche to make my debut at the expense of a big name. The strategy works. Until the time tested method doesn’t, the trend will continue. Real estate will always be the foundation of where wealth is truly built, the McDonald’s system, no matter how much their burgers sucks, their franchises will always be the machine that drives the fast food industry. And strip clubs will always rack in money. I don’t apologize for crashing you and Glory’s party at Way of the Dragon. My first pay per view match in MWE is against you. Oh, right, I pissed off the big bad wolf, I should run for the hills. I should heed the warning everyone and their mothers have been trying to drill into my skull. Aren’t we professional wrestlers? If we buckle to fear tactics, what is the point of all this?
Pierce rolls his eyes.
Pierce Manning:
I’ll enlighten you, Henri; I am envious of you in this respect. The warnings. Your reputation. Las Vegas odds are in your favor, stating the obvious, I know, the point is, you have the one thing that money can’t buy. An aura. An aura that people automatically bend the knee too. These MWE fans do. For a man like me? It’s not a secret, for years in GCW I was seen as a joke. I was the guy who religiously told women to assume the position. All I cared about was getting into the next women's pants. I didn’t have the most successful career, won one championship, I had the talent, not shying away from it; I was a massive underachiever. But it doesn’t stop there. My dad favors my sister over me. He trusts her with the keys to the city. Dad was right, my sister does have a knack for business. Imagine a guy who was looked down upon, year after year after year being looked down on isn’t fun. Money doesn’t protect you from that. I saw MWE as a way to rewrite history. I saw you as my path to do it, like clockwork, you and Glory dismiss me like I am gum at the bottom of your shoes, it’s not that it is you two specifically, it is what you two represent. I make a splash, I am casually dismissed, talked to like I don’t belong. All the noise is why I am doing this. I want respect! I am NOT the guy I was in GCW. I am not the guy who half assed his way through his job. I am not some cabana boy who can be treated like he is a goon.”
I AM NOT a goon.”
“My name is Pierce Manning and you will PUT SOME RESPECT ON MY NAME!
Pierce Manning slaps his fast, he is that fired up.
Pierce Manning:
So you tell me Henri who has the advantage? The man who is casually dismissing me like gum beneath a shoe, or THE MAN who has the biggest chip on his shoulder, ever! Newsflash, I don’t give a damn what happens to me, winning would be a nice feather in my cap. I just need to survive. I need to show I can go toe to toe with you. That’s the plan! Make all the threats you want, Henri, by the end of the match, you will know who the man is. Spoiler alert... it’s me, bitch!
On cue the lights go out as the scene fades to darkness...
Kenzie Garrett:
I've waited for this night for a long time...
The 2020 Red Line Winner says, tying her hair into a ponytail. Her eyes are soulful and deep, and lined with a heavy, coal black makeup. Her wrestling gear for the night is bleached white in color: a white self-promotional tanktop, form fit to her body, and a pair of white tights with a blood splatter design on them. White kneepads and kickpads over her wrestling boots complete the look. It's guaranteed to look messy after tonight and be colored a deep, saturated shade of red: a billboard to the display of violence she intends to put on tonight.
Kenzie Garrett:
On the surface level, a lot of people think when I say 'a long time,' I mean that night in Vegas where I came out and tried to give Hammerstein the fight he asked for but that he didn't want some five months ago. You know, the one that caused him to try and kill my friend in retaliation? Swell guy, that one.
Her eyes rolled, a hand resting on her hip.
Kenzie Garrett:
But no... I'm talking about The Great White North Tour. May 12th, 2019, nearly one year ago, when my name was announced first on that poster to be in a huge battle royal for the Chicago Way Championship, which was then known as the Empire Extreme Championship. It wasn't that long ago... but it feels like a lifetime ago. I was some newcomer to MWE with stars in her eyes and nowhere to go once OWF's doors had closed. To me? That was an opportunity to show not only had I not lost a step... but that I BELONGED in this place. That I'd gone from girl getting hazed on the ring crew and getting tormented by her boss...
A few clips from the OWF library begin to play. It shows a Kenzie Garrett of yesteryear wearing the OWF branded shirts, working on the ring crew. Sweeping the canvas, cleaning bathrooms, lining ring aprons up and threading them through on the inside, and the berating and dejection that she'd been on the receiving end of from Michelle Wong.
Kenzie Garrett:
To legitimate athlete... mostly.
Another clip played. This time, it was Kenzie fixing the ring during a commercial break, working on a turnbuckle with her wrench. In the match that followed, Kenzie threw the opponent into that buckle. The looseness causing the turnbuckle and those ropes to fall, the metal ring spiking the opposition's spine. This caused them to collapse and Kenzie to initiate a quick rollup. 1... 2... 3! - back in present time, Kenzie laughs, gently wincing a bit.
Kenzie Garrett:
I used what skills I had to my advantage. It was a trial by fire and I was learning on the go. Weeks passed, and I gradually got as good as someone who JUST became a wrestler on a spur of the moment decision and two months training could be. And then, something I thought would never happen, did. I became a champion.
The Parakore Championship, a title that Kenzie still holds to this day, rests on top of her street gear in her bag. There was of course, also a 22 minute reign as the Hard Yakka Championship, but... the less said about that from the very unqualified girl at the time, the better.
Kenzie Garrett:
Then the company closed. The people who wanted to make me miserable were onto greener pastures, and I had nothing. A basic idea of some holds, a finisher that I was too small to do, and a new passion, but nowhere to take it. I worked hard to round out my rough edges and coming to MWE was quickly my endgame. And that night in Montreal, I felt it in my bones. It was meant to be my night! I worked SO hard! I wanted it SO badly! But then... it didn't happen.
She pursed her lips out. A listlessness dulls her dark brown eyes. Reliving heartbreak that's enough to make her heart feel like it's just dropped into the deepest pit of her stomach.
Kenzie Garrett:
It wasn't my night because we needed to make room in the match for dumb cunts like Annie Zellor to have their 'surprise' returns. Because God knows if you put Annie Zellor's name on a card and you expect her, no one's coming to watch that match. For FIFTY days, I had to watch her carry a championship that meant NOTHING to her, that I'd be legitimately surprised if she EVER acknowledged she had it, because she had the benefit of the element of surprise. It was NOTHING to her: a trophy, an accessory, it was DISPOSABLE. And now she's gone... barely a blip in anyone's memory that she was even here, yet I remain: empty-handed, and hungry for that championship. Working quietly behind the scenes to get better. To come back stronger. To put that night that shattered my heart into pieces behind me because I knew that if there was justice in this world that people like me would NEVER be overlooked for people like that! People who GIVE A SHIT about this place, and about that beautiful championship, and want to represent the absolute best that the Chicago Way has to offer... wouldn't be left waiting.
Her arms extend to the side, shrugging.
Kenzie Garrett:
And here I am... still waiting.
She clutches herself around the midsection. Visibly trembling by her passionate words.
Kenzie Garrett:
My next opportunity didn't come until September 15th in Tampa, Florida. Lux In Tenebris... where I again, failed to capture what I want most in this world. My World Championship, the Chicago Way Championship, was placed on the flubby shoulder of the biggest bitch in the fuckin' universe, Hammerstein, and it hasn't budged since. Because as we saw in Vegas, he's the kind of guy who ASKS for a fight, but doesn't really want one when he gets EXACTLY what he asks for. I show him up. I hurt his poor widdle feelings, and his answer is to try and kill my friend, Erin. My friend Erin who hasn't been the same since that night in Minneapolis. He wanted to show his muscle, he wanted to prove to me that he was Hardcore when he already showed he wasn't, by assaulting someone who was brand new to this business - not this company, this BUSINESS - by bashing her head in with a barbed-wire wrapped steel chair! And the brass' answer isn't to give him to me, to let ME punish him... they give him what they want. They keep him safe from me, and suspend his ass, giving him one of MANY of his free passes to escape being in a fight with me.
Her fists ball, tight. They're wrapped in tape but even that shifts with how the muscles and veins protrude in her hands.
Kenzie Garrett:
I didn't let him get away with it. I took a loss to Null. I skipped out on a show. And I brought the fight to his house. And yeah... in Chicago, we fought. And yeah. I lost. Again. But I left him with some new fucking scars.
She seethed. Brows furrowing, and her lips curling into a frown.
Kenzie Garrett:
Every opportunity since then that I've had to be in the ring with Hammerstein, there's always SOMETHING that keeps him from me. A one-week protest that conveniently ends when we're meant to be in the ring together, even under non-title circumstances. Him coming out during my match, but all of a sudden 'he's not there for me.' You think those words just went in one ear and out the other? Fuck no! They sat on my soul for a long time and I knew that this cat and mouse game he's playing with me wasn't going to end! And even when he challenged ME... I knew it meant NOTHING. Because it never does with him! He says things for soundbites or to get a few likes and interactions online but he doesn't mean a fucking word of them! As long as it protects his image of hardcore guy without having to do anything to earn it, he doesn't... fucking... care! And now in my SECOND opportunity with him, just like the first, I had to go to extremes to get it. Either breaking and entering, or beating EVERYONE and winning Red Line. I walked into that night knowing that if I didn't win, then I'd never get Hammerstein. He'd continue to duck, run, and insist he isn't while doing the EXACT opposite. And goddamn it if he didn't try and discredit me there, too!
She rolled her head back, the frustration washing over the face of Kenzie Garrett.
Kenzie Garrett:
I didn't need to win in Chicago to make my mark. And in a way... part of me is thankful for the constant delays that Hammerstein has put me through. Part of me is appreciative that he's made me chase him down because that moment of fear in his eyes and giving him the SAME heartbreak I've felt, time and time again, in one NIGHT that I've experienced for nearly one full year of chasing this championship through whatever iterations and name changes it's gone through... it's FINALLY going to be worth it when I raise the Chicago Way Championship over my head and for the first time and I FINALLY get to call it mine! He's made me work for it. He's made me improve my craft in the PLENTIFUL downtime I've had waiting for him to fucking FIGHT ME. He's PISSED me off, and EVERY minute of this Hell is something he's brought on by avoiding ass-whooping after ass-whooping! I've had to work my ASS off to get this match and if I don't win... I don't know when or if another opportunity will come. It HAS to be tonight! MWE DESERVES a fighting champion! It DESERVES someone who wants to be here, who WANTS to be champion, who WANTS to defend the championship! Not someone who wants another championship to pad out a bloated tinkertoy case of titles from five-minute-federations no one gives a shit about like Zellor or someone who will pretend they give a damn about global issues for one week, until they know for sure that I'm in the rear view mirror like Hammerstein.
She lowered her head, glancing up past a few stray wisps of long, dark hair.
Kenzie Garrett:
I hope that you enjoyed bulking up your reign by a few extra weeks, Hammy. I really do. Just like I hope the anticipation of this night that you tried so hard to avoid since last Summer has kept you up all night for weeks since I walked the Red Line. I'm going to fucking HURT YOU! And you know it... it's why you've done all that you can to avoid it. You saw how close I was in Chicago and you've avoided me since then because you're terrified of the reality that this night brings. I'm going to take away EVERYTHING from you! Your reign, your championship, SO fucking many pints of your blood, and I'm going to leave Big In Japan keeping Jessi Idol an honest woman, just like she said in Yokohama... 2020 is the year of Kenzie Garrett. And fucking finally, NEW!
Sliding a spiked mask on over her face, ala her trainer and former beau Rebel Manson, this leaves an intimidating sight of one Kenzie Garrett. Dark, intense eyes that are filled with malice for her target this evening. Ones that pose a question of... if not now, when? Her hands ride along her waist in a title motion, while raising an eyebrow and letting the frame rest on the frightening sight of an intense, brutal, hungry Kenzie Garrett, we fade back to the ring.
Victoria Salinas finds herself alone in the studio still feeling a little heated following that conversation with Hayley Halsey, who greatly annoyed her when she attempted to brainwash her into relapsing into old habits, habits that appear to still bother her even now. But at the moment, she’s doing all she can to focus on the task ahead. This is the opportunity at revenge that she’s wanted for such a long while now.
Victoria Salinas:
Hope…
This one word has her taking a reflective breath before she continues.
Victoria Salinas:
I shouldn’t “hope” that tonight is my MWE coming out party. I should go out there and make it happen and tonight that’s what I am going to do. In fact, as I’ve thought about it… and other things… I realize that “hope” is one of the things that has anchored me.
“I hope I do well” I said when I first got here.
“I hope I beat Duke, hopefully I beat Bethany, hopefully, things are going to start going my way”.
How far has “hope” really gotten me? Not nearly as far as I’d like to go. So no, I’m NOT hoping that tonight’s my MWE coming out party. I’m not hoping, I’m doing. I’m making it happen because starting tonight? I’m DONE being a victim. I’m THROUGH with the Grimes and the Drivers of the world getting one over on me. I’m DONE with feeling like crap just because I haven’t won against the upper tier. I’m not walking into this match to settle for anything less than a victory because anything less is unacceptable to me. I don’t want the moral victory. I want the victory that COUNTS! I don’t want to hear the “but you did so good in defeat” narrative. I don’t want to hear the “you showed by you have a bright future even though you lost” narrative.
HELL with all that. I’m not going to settle for holding my head up high and being positive after a loss. If the same thing happens again with Grimes, if he cheats me again, I’m REALLY going to be pissed off because Victoria Salinas didn’t come to MWE to be everyone’s fucking walkover and tonight, I finally put a stop to that.
Victoria briefly pauses and takes a deep breath knowing that her anger is starting to overwhelm her some. At least at this point, she’s back to a level state, focusing on what’s in front of her.
Victoria Salinas:
I came here to be a champion… the right way. I admit it… a decade ago? I was no different than Gavin Grimes…
Victoria’s anger is quickly replaced with regret.
Victoria Salinas:
I used to treat everyone like trash. In PRW, while the fans loved me, most of my co-workers hated me. Then, I brushed it off as “petty jealousy”. Now? I get it. I treated them quite poorly. I kept to myself and thought I was too good to mingle with everyone else. I ran up the score on my enemies, I called other people juvenile names… I’ll just straight up admit it. I was such a diva back then. I made everything about me. I stomped all over people. Just remembering the person that I was back then… UGH… I don’t care if I was 22, 23, 24 at the time… it makes me sick.
GCW, when I first got there, wasn’t much different… aside from the fact that the fans hated me too. Some people I treated poorly then never forgave me. I was far from popular when I left. I’m pretty sure there are some people working there that still hate me, but I brought that upon myself to a degree.
Huh… no wonder I’m typically a loner these days. But more importantly, I get it.
I understand why it’s so frustrating for me when someone like Grimes pulls off the shit that he does against me, I understand why it’s angering when someone like Bethany Driver buries me by calling me “just another match”. I understand because the way they treated me… I used to treat everyone else the same way and now I understand how all those people that I put down, bullied, took advantage of and so forth… I know how they felt… and it doesn’t feel good.
I can’t change what I’ve done… but what I can do is atone for it all and show the world that I AM better than that… that I am better than YOU… Gavin Grimes!
Tonight is the night where you finally regret that you ever tried to treat me like a pushover. Tonight’s the night where you regret that you treated me like just another day in the office in our first encounter, that you cheated me out of our original match against each other just for shits and giggles, that you and your little fuck buddy Joey Leclair decided to use that chair against me weeks after the fact. Tonight’s the night where I make it as clear as fucking day that the pushover that I was when I first got here is a thing of the past and nobody on this roster… not you… not Leclair… not Duke Andrews… NOBODY… will EVER treat me as a pushover or try to take advantage of me… or try to see me as just a cheap, easy win… ever again!
Tonight’s the night I finally take that big step to where I know I can be in this company and the best part is, Grimes?
It’s coming at YOUR expense this time!
Victoria doesn’t hesitate a bit when she leaves the studio, maintaining her intense, angry and yet poised confidence as the scene cuts out.
Singles Match
Gavin Grimes VS Victoria SalinasThe rivalry between Salinas and Grimes has been heating through all the Big In Japan tour, ever since The Captain had to resort to grab her thighs to keep her down with his Roll Up Of Doom in the first stop of the tour. His denigratory words, the air of superiority with which he always looked at her and his usual cocky attitude led the Vainglorious to lay down a challenge, one the Cult Classic winner was happy to take. A bit of trash talk to start the match, Grimes knowing exactly which buttons to push when he said that she couldn’t hold a candle to him. Her reaction was the one everybody was expecting, a resounding slap across the face. Gavin answered with a stiff right hand, way more effective than Victoria’s slap. He sent her against the ropes, dropping on the mat at her first passage and jumping over her with a leapfrog the second time, before jumping and extending both his feet to her face with a dropkick. Salinas rolled out of the ring, getting hit by a suicide dive from Grimes who quickly rolled her back in the ring after an irish whip against the steel steps. A quick cover attempt, but Victoria kicked out in two. In this first minutes of the match it was all Grimes. He lived rent free in the opponent’s head for weeks now, playing on her insecurities, on her need to prove that the past year was behind her and her fears that she just wasn’t good enough. The psychological advantage gave him the edge in the early going, coming close to the win with a tiger suplex and a hurricanrana driver in two different occasions. It took her a while to get her first offense in, a low dropkick to the knee followed by a double foot stomp to the back. And it remained a one-time thing, a short break before Gavin regained control with an eye rake. His educated feet came into play, with a quick combination of low and high kicks culminating in a nasty buzzsaw kick to the head. Victoria was down, right under the corner. The always confident Grimes though he had the match won already, climbing to the top and jumping off for his Captain’s Splash. All Victoria had to do was to roll out of harm’s way and watching the opponent land on the waiting canvas off his Phoenix Splash. This is the opening she needed, her chance to turn the tides of the match. And for it to come after a mistake from the former Underworld Champion, consequence of his arrogance? There was some sort of poetic justice in there. Weeks of frustration finally found an outlet in the form of repeated stomps to the cornered opponent, so vicious and relentless that the referee had to step up and force a break after she refused to stop at the end of his five count. Back to his feet she dragged the Captain, sending him all the way to the opposite corner with an irish whip, charging in for a dropkick to the face. Down went Grimes, with Victoria stalking him, waiting for him to get up to his knees and charging at the ropes for a springboard busaiku knee. His experience and ring awareness saved Gavin who simply raised his foot on the rope. Counting the resourceful California born out too soon is always a mistake, and Victoria was not immune to it. After obtaining another count of two out of a straightjacket neckbreaker slam, the Vainglorious wnet for her submission move, the Vainglorious Victory. What better way to prove that you’re better than someone than to make him tap out? But Grimes was not done, he wasn’t going to give up yet, escaping the submission and quickly dropped down with a sitout jawbreaker, leaving Victoria stunned and defenseless against his diamond cutter. There was another pinfall attempt, ending with a count of two. Gavin didn’t slow down, getting some shy applause after a running shooting star press that almost put away Victoria. The end of the match started looking much like the first part, with Grimes seemingly in control. Until, out of nowhere, Salinas countered a The Crowning attempt with an elbow to the ribs and a Vanity Breaker out of nowhere, picking up a, for many people, surprising win. WINNER: Victoria Salinas BY: Pinfall (Vanity Breaker), 10:16 |
Peyton Holland: "She did it! Victoria Salinas just beat Gavin Grimes."
Ambra Monroe: "She's gone through a lot in the past few months, we all remember all the bumps she met on her road. But tonight, she made a statement, beating on of Millennium's biggest stars."
Peyton Holland: "Nobody can argue this is her biggest win since joining MWE"
Ambra Monroe: "She's gone through a lot in the past few months, we all remember all the bumps she met on her road. But tonight, she made a statement, beating on of Millennium's biggest stars."
Peyton Holland: "Nobody can argue this is her biggest win since joining MWE"
The shot switches backstage outside of the locker room that the reigning MWE Tag Team Champions have occupied this evening. Standing in front of the locker room’s door is one half of the champs: Javen! Our rainbow-haired thrillbilly is standing dressed to compete already, his tag team championship proudly draped over his shoulder. Javen is seemingly too caught up in admiring the shiny gold plate to notice the camera at first. Could he perhaps be taking one long, last look at the championship?
After a few more seconds the camera jockey clears his throat. Javen looks up and seems to finally take notice. One more glance and then he’s dialed in.
Javen:
So I’m assuming everyone saw what happened last night huh? Yawl all watched the first night of the Big In Japan pay per view even right? Yeah, I know yawl did. And man what a night it was! We saw Tiff Rollins’ nearly four hundred day championship reign come to an end….We saw Duke Andrews finally get a big slice of humble pie shoved down his throat courtesy of Bobbi Jackson in exchange for his Lockdown championship..….That deviant lil dessert-named gal Cheesecake walked away the NEW Junior Heavyweight champion!
Javen glances at his own championship again.
Javen:
Then we saw a main event war games match the likes of which we probably never will again. One side saw my sister-in-law pull together a team featuring herself, my brother Christian, a chick in Krissy Spencer that is as tough as she is crazy, and Seth GAWD-DAMNED Iser! It was the kinda dream team that she had to put together to take on Heath Williams and that trio of weird yet highly effective lunatics that follow him.
There’s a shake of the head from Javen. Visions of last night’s brutal match, where members of his family put it all on the line, dance through his head.
Javen:
And still it wasn’t enough! They gave every bit of their hearts and souls to put an end to Heath Williams reign of terror and fell just short. So now you got Kyle Busch-league and Neil “The Smallest Package” Newman licking their lips….Ya got Bree an Tee probably already having mountains of Oreos delivered to their locker room for aftermatch celebrations….
A deep breath from the younger McMillion
Javen:
I get it. I really do. Yawl all saw my brother battered and bruised, arm almost hanging totally uselessly as he was making his way out of the ring. We’ve all seen the reports online today about the medical staff asking him not to compete tonight. So you ladies and bitches are thinking tonight one of yawl get to pick our carcasses clean of OUR coveted Millennium Wrestling Tag Team championships.. HUH?! Is that what yawl think?
Suddenly Javen snatches his championship off his shoulder and holds it towards the camera.
Javen:
Well quite frankly it doesn’t make a damn difference to the Brothers McMillion what either one of yawl think! Because we’ve worked too hard for too long to earn the right to represent this division. And lemme tell the four of yawl there’s not a chance in hell that we’re gonna roll over and let any team not called The Brothers McMillion walk out with OUR titles. You think Christian ain’t gonna be out there fighting to defend these?
Javen slaps the plate of the title.
Javen:
Bitches please!...and you too, Bree an Tee….Christian wouldn’t miss this defense for anything. He’s gonna be out there with me, maybe wrapped up like a mummy, but my brother is gonna bah gawd be out there. But don’t think you’re gonna be getting a chance to pick his bones. Naw naw naw! See I already told my brother that it’s like the song says: lean on me, when you’re not strong and I’ll help you to carrrrry onnnnn!
There’s a lil smirk upon Javen’s face as he seems proud of his singing abilities.
Javen:
So yawl bring everything ya got tonight. Bring. It. ALL! Cause you’ll need that and then some if ya wanna take away what’s ours.
Javen steps forward and then reaches behind himself. He knocks upon the door and starts walking towards the camera. Before Javen’s body totally blocks the shot, we get a glimpse of Christian Michaels exiting the locker room. The ole Southern Heartthrob looks quite the worse for wear less than twenty four hours after War Games. His mid-section is wrapped in the classic white bandaging that we’ve seen for years in wrestling. CM’s right shoulder just as heavily wrapped, the results of taking a shot from Heath Williams’ warhammer. There’s no doubt Christian is wayyyyyy less than a hundred percent and ya gotta wonder what that means for the champs’ hopes of retaining tonight
The scene opens up backstage after (match before segment here) where Henri Black is standing by in a small room, various objects arrayed on the floor around him as he speaks in a lighthearted tone.
Henri Black:
Ladies and gentlemen, earlier tonight we heard an impassioned plea from MWE’s resident streetwalker Pierce Manning in which he pleaded for me to explain what was waiting for him tonight when he squares up against me inside a steel cage…
Henri smiles jovially and lifts a steel chair off the ground.
Henri Black:
Well Pierce, first I’m going to take this here steel chair and I’m going to bend it around your face, though as thick as your skull is it is not beyond the realm of reason that the chair might come off second best in that exchange.
Henri unfolds the chair and sets it down on the ground and reaches down a second time and comes back up with a kendo stick in each hand and presenting one to the camera.
Henri Black:
Then I will use this kendo stick, strike after strike after strike, until I can see your blood soaked spine peeking through the torn and tattered remains of what was once your back, and don’t worry, if it breaks first I have spares.
Placing the weapons atop the steel chair at his feet Henri motions for the camera to follow him as he takes several steps to the side revealing a trio of tables leaning against the wall.
Henri Black:
I honestly hope you know what these are for but so far our interactions have not exactly shown you to be blessed with an abundance of brains, so I’m going to explain it to you in simple, one syllable words. Me. Kick. You. Through. Them.
Stepping back into the center of the shot Henri spreads his hands.
Henri Black:
And that’s not even going into what I can do to you using the cage itself as a weapon but I’ll let you dwell on that one, I want you afraid of the possibilities because frankly it’s no fun for me if you know everything that’s coming, seriously, spoilers are just boring.
Henri’s voice takes on a somewhat plaintive element.
Henri Black:
And as for what happened to Jenni Anderson last night you don’t have anything to worry about there because unlike Glory, who isn’t actually my friend by the way, I don’t need any help to settle my business in that ring. I want to be the one who puts you down and nobody else is welcome, once I’m done with you Glory and her new friends can have what’s left but until then they had better stay away or next up it’s their turn.
Henri smiles again, before continuing his tone once again jovial.
Henri Black:
As for your other points, I’ll address each in turn, seeing as you were kind enough to bring your agenda to my attention… What was it you said, I should be flattered that you chose me? Well I guess you have a point there, and I am flattered, to a degree. I don’t begrudge you doing what you thought you had to do to make an impact, I became World Champion two months after my professional debut because I did exactly what you’re doing now. I picked the biggest dog in the yard and I made it so personal, got so far under his skin, that he agreed to face me in a match that he was woefully unprepared for, speaking of which does that sound familiar to you Pierce? It should because for the past four weeks I’ve been doing the exact same thing to you, and then I ended his career just like I’m going to end yours tonight.
Henri lets out a chuckle that grows into a somewhat manic laugh.
Henri Black:
Don’t believe me? Look back at our interactions since Way of the Dragon, all the mockery, me targeting Jenni instead of just screwing you over directly in your match against Brien Storm in Kansai, every action taken with the sole intent of bringing you into my world and putting you in front of me tonight.
Henri then moves directly to his next point.
Henri Black:
Next you told me about your promiscuity while you were in GCW and your family problems. Do I look like Dr. Phil to you? Seriously go see a therapist with that shit because I don’t need to know.
Henri motions over his shoulder with his thumb.
Henri Black:
Next you said you aren’t a goon, well I never said you were. I called you a walking shitstain, a cabana boy, a gimp, a streetwalker and some other less savoury names that I won’t repeat on camera, there might be children watching after all, but never once did I call you a goon… I have far too much respect for the goons to ever compare them to you.
Henri sighs deeply at the contest he needs to respond to next.
Henri Black:
And finally you asked me who has the advantage, implied that I’m not taking you seriously, declared that winning isn’t even your goal here and that you were going to show me who the man is well considering the way that I have played you like a fiddle ever since we met Pierce I think it’s pretty damned clear who has the advantage here and it sure as hell ain’t you and as for me not taking you seriously, of course I’m not, because that’s exactly what you want and I’m damn sure not going to give it to you.
Henri shakes his head ruefully before attacking the final two points.
Henri Black:
Now let’s tackle the sheer arrogance and stupidity that is telling me that you don’t even need to win? Why the hell are you even in this industry with that attitude Pierce, every match be it the main event with the world title on the line or a throw way match in the first hour, you come out with the intent to win and If you can’t even do that then get the hell out of this industry because you clearly don’t belong here and yet you want me to recognise you as the man? So far all I see is a little bitch.
Singles Match
Steel Cage Deathmatch
Henri Black VS Pierce ManningSteel Cage Deathmatch
Two bitter rivals, a steel cage and loads of weapons inside to satisfy their (Henri’s especially) bloodthirst. There was a table, a couple of chairs, a small pouch containing most likely thumbtacks, a pair of crutches just to name a few. And if it wasn’t enough, both men brought something of their own to the party. Henri entered the cage first, and he seemed happy in there, completely at ease. The same couldn’t be said for Manning, who looked intimidated by the punishing structure, more so after looking up at Henri’s history in matches where rules were thrown out of the window. He used to hang out and go against the likes of Helena Noir and Joey Leclair, who almost killed each other last night in an unsanctioned match. Perhaps, as he stepped inside the cage, he started second guessing his choices, the decision to step in Henri’s business back at Way Of The Dragon, the interferences and cheatings in the weeks leading up to this event. But it was already too late. Henri didn’t waste any time, charging and jumping with a high knee to the corner. A second one and a third followed in rapid succession before Pierce’s scarf was used against him. Henri dropped him to a seated position with a snapmare, wrapping the designer’s scarf around his neck to choke the MAN(ning). The referee couldn’t really do much if not appealing to Black’s good sense, assuming he had any. And somehow it worked, or perhaps Henri just got bored and eager to move to the next step of his plan to dismantle Manning. Using the scarf, he tied one of his opponent’s hands to the wall of the cage, picking up the kendo stick. Pierce read his pretty clear intentions and plead with him, trying to convince Black to desist. Obviously, it fell on deaf ears. A first swing caught him in the stomach and doubled him over. This way he exposed his back to the punishment, four more kendo stick shot change drew red bruises on his skin. To end his first assault, Henri freed Manning’s arm and dragged him up to his feet, looping the cane around his neck and falling backwards for a russian leg sweep. Keeping his word, the Blackstar picked the steel chair as his second weapon of choice, slamming it multiple times on Pierce’s back. Taking his sweet time, Henri then set up the chair next to corner and sat his opponent onto it. He took a few steps back, smiling as he fortasted the moment when he’d superkick Manning right into the turnbuckle. He took too long soaking in the moment and the adulation of the fans though, and by the time he charged in, Pierce had grabbed one of the crutches and drove its pad right on Black’s chin. The sudden strike stunned the Australian, giving Manning the first opening of the match. And he took it, swinging the crutch so hard against his midsection that it bent, doubling the former Progress Pro champion over. He then lifted him for a vertical suplex and dropped him head first on the seat of the chair. Proud of his work, Pierce stood up with a smile and asked the referee to open the door, ready to leave the steel structure. Not so fast said Henri who quickly reached him and grabbed him by the waistband of his trunks, pulling him right into the first of his three german suplexes. The level of violence kept escalating, Henri gave free play to his imagination taking some time to set up a chair between the top and middle rope in a corner, scattering the thumbtacks in another one and resting the table in the third. The only corner that didn’t hide a serious threat to a human being was the one Manning was laying against, trying to recover from a brutal piledriver. And here came Black, relentlessly hitting Pierce with a couple of knife edge chops on the already bruised chest, before whipping his opponent in the opposite corner, the one with the chair stuck. Manning hit the corner hard and ate a back elbow from Henri, who quickly ran back to the corner he came from. Pierce followed him there and hit him with an european uppercue as soon as he turned around to charge back. The blow sent Black into the corner and now it was Manning’s chance to take a run to the opposite side. Just like he did before, Henri followed him. But it was a trap from the crafty Pierce who slowed down and turn, surprising the Blackstar with a drop toe hold that sent him head first against the chair. And this time the wealthy man from Greenwich Connecticut didn’t try to escape, using the opening to get some retaliation on Black. He slammed his head against the cage, pressing and grinding until the metal cut through his skin. He then picked up the bleeding opponent and lifted him over his shoulder, body slamming him onto the tacks. He pondered for a moment the idea of making a cover, but he decided against it, not willing to risk getting some tacks in his arms. Instead, he walked to the door, once again asking for it to be opened. Henri grabbed his boot and stopped him, Pierce hit him with a kick to the head before the australian pulled the leg and caused him to fall. Henri had his opponent resting against the table in the corner, and he was looking to put him through it perhaps with a dropkick. The resourceful Manning had another ace up his sleeves, or better inside his tights. A sock full of dimes he threw at the charging Black’s face, halting his run. Coins were scattered all over the canvas, Henri on his knee holding his bleeding head. Pierce used this time to set up the table horizontally before picking his opponent up in a powerbomb position and turning toward said table. Fighting desperately, Henri dropped a series of punches to his head, managing to break free. He pushed Pierce back and went for a spinning wheel kick, ducked by Manning who then lifted him over his head in an electric chair position. Turning once again to the table, this time he put Henri through it with an electric chair driver through the table. The whole crowd gasped in shock when Henri kicked out, Pierce couldn’t believe it either, staring at the referee while shaking his head. Frustrated, he began stomping the opponent to the mat, screaming at him to stay the F down. Obviously that wasn’t Henri’s plan, and the Revenant still had fight in him, getting to his knee and punching Pierce in the gut. Manning answered with a forearm to the back, placing the opponent’s head between his legs and lifting him in a gory special position. Henri somehow got free, landing on his feet and taking Pierce off his feet with a low dropkick, hitting the ropes for his Black Diamond (V-Trigger knee). He made a cover, but miraculously Manning kicked out. Both men were clearly exhausted by the end of the match, battered, bruised and pouring blood in buckets. Pierce back was striped in red after Henri lifted him on his shoulders and dropped him with a death valley driver on the tacks not before driving him head first twice against the cage walls. Somehow, Manning managed to raise a shoulder in time to stay alive. Henri grabbed his legs, sending Pierce against the cage with a slingshot catapult. The Connecticut born grabbed the cage and started to climb, quickly reached by Henri. The two started fighting at height, slamming each other’s head against the unforgiving steel. So close to the victory, none of them wanted to give up, hitting each other with desperate strikes, until they both lost grip on the cage. Henri fell on his back inside the ring, a harsh landing, but better than Manning’s one. Pierce in fact fell crotch first on the top rope, one leg stuck between them and the cage, the other dangling inside the ring. Henri saw him there and immediately looked around, spotting a chair. He didn’t swing it at his opponent, setting it up a few steps away from him. Then he walked back, his eyes glued on Manning and charged at full speed, stepping on the chair to connect an innovative version of the Black Sacrament. The Claymore kick against the cage wall knocked out Pierce, allowing Henri to pick up a pinfall win. WINNER: Henri Black BY: Pinfall (Black Sacrament), 16:31 |
Sir Figgles: "Here lies Pierce Manning, killed by a Black Sacrament."
Amy Maynard: "Thankfully he's not dead..."
Sir Figgles: "But the headache he'll wake up to will make him wish he was."
Amy Maynard: "Well, that's fair. But I think he deserves some praises, he put up one hell of a fight and took a master of this style to his limit."
Sir Figgles: "Yeah, he did quite well, for a preppy."
Amy Maynard: "Thankfully he's not dead..."
Sir Figgles: "But the headache he'll wake up to will make him wish he was."
Amy Maynard: "Well, that's fair. But I think he deserves some praises, he put up one hell of a fight and took a master of this style to his limit."
Sir Figgles: "Yeah, he did quite well, for a preppy."
The show cuts to the backstage area, where backstage reporter Iggy is standing between Chicago Way Champion, Jacob Hammerstein and his manager, Reese Kennedy.
Iggy:
In just a few moments, Kenzie Garrett finally gets her shot at The Chicago Way Championship, held by my guest at this time, along with his manager, Reese Kennedy...this is The American Monster, Jacob Hammerstein. Hammerstein, how do you...
Before Iggy can finish the question, Kennedy shakes his head, wagging his finger at the interviewer.
Reese Kennedy:
The arrogance...the unmitigated gall. You have the temerity to insinuate that YOUR Chicago Way Champion is ducking Kenzie Garrett?
Iggy:
No, I'm just trying to…
Kennedy puts his index finger on his lips.
Reese Kennedy:
Shhhh. It's okay if you choose to be willingly ignorant of the obvious truth. You're no different than some of the "talent" here and many of the fans. But it's okay. Mr. Hammerstein is quite content to, along with me, Mr. Constantine, and Mr. Andrews to be the ones to MAKE you ALL see the truth.
And that truth is that YOUR Chicago Way Champion, along with the rest of The American Pain Experience are THE top wrestlers in The MWE.
Kennedy adjusts his tie and looks at Iggy.
Reese Kennedy:
But don't take my word for it, Iggy. Take it from the man you think is ducking Kenzie Garrett...YOUR Chicago Way Champion...The American Monster, Jacob Hammerstein.
Kennedy grabs Iggy's wrist and pulls it, moving the microphone to the lips of his client. The Champion's voice is calm at first, but picks up intensity as he goes along.
Hammerstein:
For God knows how long, Kenzie Garrett, you've sworn that I've been ducking you. Even after I beat her ass and left her whining and crying about multiple puncture wounds to her scalp, she kept the rhetoric going. You said I ducked you in China, when, in reality, I boycotted the show because this company banned Reese from the tour. When they saw that they were losing their biggest moneymaker, they scrambled to negotiate my return. You claimed it was all a ploy to keep from fighting you. I responded by challenging you to a fight anywhere in the world, except for a few countries with a record of human rights abuses.
Your response?
Crickets, at least for a while. Then you went back to the only thing you know…BLAH BLAH BLAH... Hammerstein's a coward and a pussy and is ducking me...BLAH BLAH BLAH...track and field...running scared.
Hammerstein runs his fingers through his raven hair, his face flush with anger. Suddenly he breaks into a smile.
Hammerstein:
But here's the thing. The only people that believe your constant line of bullshit are your friends, who, let's face it, aren't MENSA material.
Iggy raises a finger to interject a point.
Iggy:
It seems to me most the fans here in Tokyo agree with Kenzie.
The American Monster's facial expression reverts back to one of anger. Kennedy just rolls his eyes.
Hammerstein:
Oh, yeah, Tokyo. The city of the "smart" wrestling fans. The ones who know about "real" wrestling. What the fuck do these idiots really know? Give me Osaka wrestling fans any day!
The explosion of boos from the proud Tokyo fans in attendance actually makes Kennedy jump. Hammerstein is unfazed.
Hammerstein:
Ōsaka resuringu no fan wa subarashīdesu! Tōkyō resuringu no fan wa kuso!
(Osaka wrestling fans are great! Tokyo wrestling fans are shit!)
Incredibly, the boos from the fans get even louder, which causes The Chicago Way Champion to chuckle.
Hammerstein:
It doesn't matter what the idiots here in Tokyo, or the sycophants that have their lips firmly pressed to Kenzie's ass think. In the end, there can be only one Chicago Way Champion, and that's me.
Iggy nods, knowing the next question will not be popular.
Iggy:
But what if Kenzie beats you?
What do you do then?
Kennedy starts to answer, Hammerstein cuts him off.
Hammerstein:
I don't usually deal with hypotheticals, especially asinine ones like this, but I'll humor you, Iggy.
I can't really tell what I'll do but I'll sure as hell tell you what I won't do.
IF Kenzie beats me, then there won't be any bitching or moaning from Team Hammerstein. You'll never hear my crying or whining over a loss. I'm a goddamn man, and I don't bitch or moan over a loss.
But I ain't making plans to lose.
Hammerstein Yanks the microphone from Iggy's hand. He looks right into the camera.
Hammerstein:
Tonight, Kenzie Garrett, the lies stop. Your false narrative, that you've pushed since the first day we met, gets violently disproven.
I'm not running from you.
I never have.
When this match is over, you won't call me a coward again. There won't be any excuses for you. No A.P.E. interference, because I've told them to stay in the back. No Reese Kennedy interference, because I've told him to stay away from the ring. Hell he can't fit under the bottom rope to get in the ring anyway.
Kennedy starts to laugh, then stops. The American Monster looks back at his manager.
Hammerstein:
Sorry, Reese. The truth hurts. Yeah, Kenzie, the truth hurts, but not nearly as bad as I do.
The Chicago Way Champion looks back at his somewhat sullen manager and pats him on the back.
Hammerstein:
C'mon, Reese, let's go get ready to successfully defend this belt.
The lights die down. An ominous flicker of a red light begins to beat through the Japanese crowd. A pulsing spotlight appears on the stage as the sound of Kenzie Garrett's theme, "Black Rose" by Volbeat begins to play.
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along !
screeeech!
They're words she's taunted Hammerstein with, promising a new champion, but the theme song dies. Is it a production error? No. It couldn't be, as the ropes to the ring have been replaced with the barbed wire, waiting to be plugged in to the current to make them electrified and explosive. Then, suddenly, the lighting lightens up. The Japanese crowd confused, speculating what was going on, as cool shades of neon begin to blare through the crowd. "BDE" by Riptide begins to play, and the crowd begins to go wild as Kenzie Garrett is pushed onto the stage in what appears to be a shopping cart full of weaponry!
Ambra Monroe:
Here she is! Miss Big Dick Kenergy! She really carries herself like she's ten feet tall!
Peyton Holland:
You've got to have confidence going into such a big match. She's wanted it for a long time, and it's finally going to happen! This is going to be a messy, bloody, brutal affair, Jessi.
Ambra Monroe:
Oh absolutely. We all know that. And Kenzie and Hammerstein cannot wait for it. We've not seen a rivalry so deeply personal in a long time! And it looks like Kenzie is prepared to live up the promises we heard her make earlier tonight and make Hammerstein suffer in the most brutal way! Look at everything in that cart!
Kenzie sits on some diamond-plated steel stairs that are sitting vertically in the cart, her short legs crossed one over the other. She bobs her head to the 80's inspired rock tune, as NPPro Impure Champion and Kenzie's new beau, Page Killebrew, pushes the cart down the ramp. He wears one of Kenzie's shirts over a pair of joggers and thong-style flip flops. As he pushes the cart down the ramp, Kenzie greets the fans with a few waves while her lazer-focused gaze remains dead ahead. Upon reaching the ring, Killebrew takes Kenzie's taped hand in his own, helping her from her seat on the edge of the stairs down from out of the cart and onto the ramp. The two exchange a knowing look with one another, before beginning to empty the cart out. Tossing items from within it into the ring over the barbed wire ropes!
Peyton Holland:
Ask and you shall receive! Look at all that she's got in there!
Ambra Monroe:
We know what's in those little burlap baggies... tacks.
CLUNK!
Peyton Holland:
And there are the stairs!
Kenzie and PK empty the cart, sliding in a table under the bottom rope. Chairs soar through the air and into the ring. A hammer. Matches and lighter fluid. All of the goodies Kenzie has promised. As the two climb the real ring stairs, Page gives Kenzie a boost to get her onto the platform of the ring post, avoiding any mishaps and assuring her boots don't touch the ropes to trigger them off. Kenzie perches herself, receiving a quick kiss from Killebrew on the crown of her head in the process, before leaping off of the post and landing into the ring. "BDE" begins to die off into the distance as Kenzie's contemptuous gaze looms forward, made all the more imposing and intimidating by the mask on her face, jagged with spikes and pins.
Chicago Way Championship Match
Explosive Barbed Wire Ropes Strap Match
Hammerstein (c) VS Kenzie GarrettExplosive Barbed Wire Ropes Strap Match
The challenger was already in the ring or, we should say, the battlefield. The ropes replaced with barbed wire that would explode on contact. The referee already had the strap that will tie the two competitors together in hand, all that was missing was the Chicago Way Champion. And here he came, the American Monster himself, walking out on the notes of AC/DC’s “Highway To Hell”. the title wrapped around his waist. He was wearing an American Pain Experience t-shirt, a small detail that certainly didn’t earn him any sympathy amongst the Japanese fans, who welcomed Hammerstein and his manager with loud boos. The Champion stared daggers at them, rolling inside the ring and getting in Garrett’s face. The size difference between the two would make one think this match was an uneven contest. Over one foot in height, more than one hundred pounds in weight the scale was heavily tipped in Hammerstein’s favor, especially in a match where, in order to win, you would most likely have to literally drag your opponent across the ring to touch the four posts. But Kenzie didn’t flinch, she had been waiting for this moment for months, she had to win two gruesome matches in one night to earn this opportunity. And she was ready for it. The official tied one end of the strap around the Champion’s wrist and he was about to do the same to the challenger when Hammerstein raised his boot and kicked Kenzie down. The boos, if possible, grew even louder. And a moments later they turned in screams as the Chicago Way Champion rolled under the barbed wire ropes and left the ring, stepping over the barricade and created a panic amongst the Japanese fans by swinging the strap over his head. Running all around, stumbling on the seats and onto each other, the fans were running in all directions, trying to get away from the crazed champion. Security rushed to the scene, surrounding Hammerstein and trying to calm him down. Reese was trying to do the same, calling his client and friend and begging him to get back in the ring. Probably more worried about possible lawsuits if anyone would get accidentally hurt. Hammerstein wasn’t listening, continuing to terrorize the crowd for a little longer before heading back to the ring, a wide grin on his face. Kenzie ironically applauded him for his actions, before offering her wrist to the official to complete the preliminary procedures. The match finally started and Hammerstein’s power advantage immediately came into play when the reigning champ yanked the ropes and pulled Kenzie into a big lariat that turned the challenger inside out. And he immediately touched the closer post, walking to the second. Garrett tripped him and quickly moved on his back, wrapping the strap around his neck to choke him. Ambra at commentary pointed out how this could may not be the smartest strategy, considering she would have to drag 234 pounds of deadweight across the ring. Kenzie obviously knew it as well, only wanting to wear down the big man rather than leave him unconscious. And while the champion was coughing, trying to catch his breath, she used the strap as a whip, punishing the American Monster. Every lashing, saluted by the cheers of approval from the Tokyo crowd left a red mark across Hammy’s back, causing that sadistic grin on the challenger’s face to grow wider. Ten times she flogged him, maybe twelve. That was how much the champion could take before collapsing to the mat, opening the way for Kenxie to reach the first corner and head to the second. Back to his feet, Hammerstein grabbed the strap with both hands, putting his weight down to prevent Kenzie from reaching the second corner. She tried with all her strength but she couldn’t move Hammerstein an inch. Change of plans, she turned and charged at him with a dropkick. The basic move almost had devastating effects as the Chicago Way Champion landed a couple of inches away from the “ropes”. Further proof of how dangerous an environment where the simplest of moves can potentially become a game changer can be. Unseen by Kenzie, Reese started taking some of the objects she brought out of the ring. By hook or by crook, Kenzie touched the second posts, but things were about to take a turn for worst for the Soulknife. Kennedy had slid a kendo stick inside the ring. A clever choice that allowed his client to strike from distance with a nasty swing that caught Kenzie on the back, the kidney area to be precise. Down was the challenger who saw Hammerstein approaching and raising the kendo stick over his head and drive it across her back with unspeakable violence. An impact so hard that caused her to cry out in pain, as the stick shattered against her spine. A deep bruise mark formed on the point of impact becoming a perfect target for the ruthless champion. First he stomped her to the canvas with all his might, then he returned the courtesy from the beginning of the match with numerous lashes. He didn’t seem interested in reaching the corner, not caring that doing so, he would have reset Kenzie’s count. His only goal now was to assert dominance and inflict as much damage as he could to the opponent. Worst case scenario, it wouldn’t be too hard for him to co drag her around. He picked her up and whipped her against the barbed wire ropes, but Kenzie instinctively slid down, stopping herself before the impact. Hammerstein once again pulled the strap and kicked her in the stomach, doubling her over and lifting her for a snap Hammerplex. In full control and now with only two posts to touch, Hammerstein had to defend himself from Kenzie’s comeback, A sudden outburst after the devastating powerbomb that gave him the chance to touch the first two corners. Digging deep the Soulkinfe found the energy to launch a flurry of kicks at the champion. Precision was never her main priority in this circumstance, but she poured her heart in those shots, stunning the American Monster and flooring him with a jumping knee. Laying on the canvas, Hammerstein whispered something to Kennedy who promptly handed him one of the chairs laying inside the ring. Kenzie was running at him for a shooting star press, getting caught by a flying chair to the face during her rotation in mid air. Hammerstein wasted no time and picked her up, launching her against the barbed wire ropes. A deaf sound echoed in the arena as Garrett’s body hit the ropes, triggering the explosive charge. And when the smoke thinned out, Kenzie was laying motionless, the sharp edges of the barbed wire ropes had cut the skin of her back, quite deep in some points. The Chicago Way Champion walked over her, literally stepping with his boots and his 239 pounds over the young girl’s body, touching the third corner. Twenty feet away from retaining the title, Hammerstein walked the short distance that was separating him from the win with the biggest smile on his face. And with no hesitation he touched it, raising his hands in the air. No bell rang and the champion looked at the referee dumbfounded as he tried to explain that this was his first corner, and he had to go for three more to win the match. As he was dragging her around, the Soulknife did the smartest thing and went for the corner, touching it to reset the count. Definitely pissed, Hammerstein collected all the chairs Garrett launched inside the ring the ring and unfolded four of them and placed them one against the other in two lines in the middle of the ring, wielding the fifth in his hands. While he was busy arranging this wicked set up, he didn’t notice that Kenzie touched once again the corner she was in, making it the first of her series. Jacob walked to the corner and slammed the chair on Kenzie’s head. She managed to raise her arm to protection, but the hard blow knocked her down nonetheless. A second shot hit her on the back and a third followed suit. Hammerstein then picked her up for a powerbomb, obviously heading toward the four chairs. Kenzie started fighting, raining down lefts and rights to his head. Then, with a desperate move, pushed all her bodyweight back and managed to flip him with a hurricanrana through the chairs. Hard to tell who had the worst of this, both of them laying motionless for several seconds. Kenzie was the first to stir and get up, starting to walk to the nearest corner. The Chicago Way Champion was up as well, picking up the first chair he could get his hands onto, folding it up and throwing it at Kenzie, catching her on the back of her head. The impact cracked her skull open, blood soaking her black hair as she dropped on her knees, not before touching the second post. Nobody ever questioned Hammerstein’s twisted nature, but he was giving further proof here of that tonight. First he dropped Kenzie head first on a chair, then he grabbed a piece of the broken stick and carved her forehead, adding another wound to the challenger, after the multiple cuts on the back and the nasty cut on the back of her head. The blood loss was definitely weakening Kenzie, who still had the advantage of being halfway to the win since Hammerstein was too focused on hurting her in this moment. Barely standing on her feet, unable to defend herself from the uppercuts of the Chicago Way Champion, Kenzie appeared in great difficulty, probably for the first time in the match. Desperate times call for desperate measures and even with blood gushing from her forehead and hindering her vision, she knew exactly where to strike her desperation shot. A kick with all the strength she had left, right between Hammerstein’s legs. She would have loved the look on his face as she hit him, that expression of utter surprise and agonizing pain. He was down to his knees, clutching his family jewels, staring at the blood covered challenger who was now digging inside her boots with a twisted smile on her face. She raised something in the air, a tiny shiny object, one Hammerstein should know very well. And before you know it, the fork was stuck in Hammerstein’s skull. a stream of blood painting his face crimson red. The third post was there, and Kenzie reached it, taking a moment to recover. Kennedy was besides himself, shouting at Hammerstein to get up as an exhausted Garrett started walking, or I should say dragging herself to the fourth and last corner. The champion slowly stood up, not minding the fork still sticking out of his forehead. To compare him to a raging bull would be quite accurate. He stared at his opponent, bloodshot eyes for a look that could kill. Perhaps he didn’t realize that Kenzie was only one post away from the win, perhaps he was simply blinded by rage and the desire to end his opponent. But he charged, despite Reese yelling at him not to. He ran, full head of steam for The Pounce to shove Kenzie once again against the explosive barbed wire. The entire Tokyo Dome held his breath as the American Monster was about to collide against the Soulknife. And she rolled out of the way as once again the explosion echoed through the arena. Such force behind The Pounce that the barbed wire ropes couldn’t resist the impact. Hammerstein fell outside the ring, entangled in a jumble of barbed wire. Garrett started covering the short distance that was separating her from the corner, from the Chicago Way Championship. She stopped, inches away. It wasn’t Hammerstein holding her back, the champion was still trying to disentangle on the outside. Simply, the strap had reached its maximum extension. She rolled her eyes, knowing that the only thing she could do was to dig deep and find the strength to drag the opponent just enough to reach the post. And she did, yanking at the strap with all her strength, pulling Hammerstein toward. The champion groaned in pain as the sharp edges cut deeper through his skin. And eventually, Kenzie touched the fourth corner, keeping her word and overturning the predictions. WINNER: Kenzie Garrett (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Four corners touching, 19:47 |
Ambra Monroe: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new Chicago Way Champion"
Peyton Holland: "I have no words, she really beat Hammerstein!"
Ambra Monroe: "In spite of the 61% of the fans."
Peyton Holland: "This is the fifth title change here at Big In Japan. Five out of five"
Ambra Monroe: "The landscape of MWE is changing drastically tonight."
Peyton Holland: "I have no words, she really beat Hammerstein!"
Ambra Monroe: "In spite of the 61% of the fans."
Peyton Holland: "This is the fifth title change here at Big In Japan. Five out of five"
Ambra Monroe: "The landscape of MWE is changing drastically tonight."
The scene cuts backstage as Chris Constantine Junior and Olivia are making their way through the parking garage. Dressed in a fur coat and a cigar in his mouth, Chris Constantine Junior pulls his luggage behind him as a huge grin appears on his face as he sees the camera.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Tonight’s the night! Can’t you feel the change? It’s happening ladies and gentlemen and there is nothing you can do to stop it. American Pain Experience is taking over Millennium! Now I know some of you won’t like that. You like how things are right now. You like the easy pay days and laughing it up with friends. But once I win the MWE Title, it all changes. First off, I’m requiring everyone on the roster to wear name tags. Why? Because I don’t know most of the rosters' names. And I know, I know. You all think you’re big and important and Gods gift to earth but most of the people on this roster can’t crack the hundred best in the wrestling industry. Plus there’s close to a million wrestlers in the industry today and most of you look alike and it’s hard to tell the difference between all of you.
Getting to a pair of steel doors, Chris opens the door and let’s his wife through first before following her.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Secondly, I want you all to start dressing in suits or dresses when you get to the arena. I’ve seen too many of you jackoffs arrive in sweat pants or ripped up shirts and jeans. We’re professional athletes and we will act like such. And don’t get some discounted outfit from Walmart or Target and don’t get a hand me down from your parents. Millennium pays you a somewhat decent pay. So go out and get something that’s over five thousand dollars. And I will be inspecting your attire, so don’t think you can get away wearing some Men’s Warehouse garbage. I can tell..
Turning down another hallway, Chris takes a drag from his cigar before addressing the camera again.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Finally! To help expand Millennium I may miss some shows here and there to participate in very sensitive but very marketable business dealings that will make MWE profitable. So while I’m gone I want you all to behave and to pick up the slack. And I will be watching so don’t be a lazy ass! I’m looking at you Neal Durden, you little shit.
Getting to his locker room, Chris takes one last puff from the cigar before extinguishing it on the door.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
I’m telling you right now folks! MWE is going to be so great once I become champion!
Chris is about to enter the locker room but stops as he sees a stage hand passing by with a cup of coffee. Picking the coffee up, Chris blows it off so it’ll cool off.
Stage Hand:
Hey! That Latte is for…..
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Me! Your next MWE Champion. I know!
Chris takes a sip of it but immediately spits it on the stage hands face.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Oh God this latte sucks.
The stage hand quickly walks off as Chris hands the latte back to him. Putting the grin back on his face, CCJ finishes up the segment.
Chris Constantine Jr.:
Anyhoo! APE is taking over baaaby!
The scene will soon end as Chris and Olivia walk into the dressing room.
The scene opens outside one of the more lavish temples in Japan, a large building that features a long selection of steps, that currently are being used by Bree Smith. She is running at a fast pace up and down the stairs, being cheered on by her tag team partner, Teagan Gallagher.
Teagan Gallagher:
BREE! BREE! BREE!
Teagan’s hands are cupped over her mouth as she is chanting Bree’s name in order to give her some extra motivation. Both girls are wearing their matching BreeTee Committee Unagi t-shirts along with baseball caps, Teagan’s being worn backwards as always. Bree is breathing heavily when she bounces back down the steps, pausing for a moment, as Teagan hands her a bottle filled with water.
Teagan Gallagher:
We’re so close to finally becoming the tag team champions that I can practically taste it.
Bree Smith:
At least this time we’re in a rad, new location. I mean, how close have we been before? How many times have we been on the opposite side of the ring to the champions and not taken home the tag team gold?
Bree says with a harsh, breathless tone as she’s still getting her wind back. She then downs at least a third of the bottle in one go.
Bree Smith:
But I don’t think we’ve ever been against a team who’ve “grinded your gears”, Teegs, like Newman’s been doing.
At the mere mention of Newman’s name, Teagan clenches her jaw slightly, and both of her hands are immediately balled up into tight fists at her sides.
Teagan Gallagher:
He’s so arrogant, you know? Every single time he gets on Twitter or opens his mouth in general, there he is being a big hypocrite, and all I want to do is punch him right in his smug face!
Teagan starts to bounce in place as she does a few quick strikes with both of her fists, shadow boxing with an imaginary Newman in her mind.
Bree Smith:
Give him an uppercut from me, Teegs.
As Bree watches her partner growl and lean into the uppercut with the imaginary Newman.
Bree Smith:
We’ve been ready to do what my brother does and be the standard for the tag team division, haven’t we Teegs?
Bree watches Teagan throw a few kicks in and bark back.
Teagan Gallagher:
It’s time for the tag team division to feel the power of BreeTee!
Bree Smith:
Not to say the Brothers haven’t done a good job, but we’re the better team and we can do the better job.
Teagan stops her shadow boxing and kicking with the imaginary Newman as she takes a deep breath before focusing her attention over towards Bree.
Teagan Gallagher:
They’re a tough tag team, no doubt about it, and being brothers they have a strong bond that’s hard to break… but they don’t have unagi.
As she is speaking, Teagan brings two of her fingers up to her temple, with a confident nod.
Bree Smith:
Nor do the Golden Era.
Bree puts her two fingers up to her temple and looks at Teegs with a crass smile more befitting her twin.
Bree Smith:
They just have their small packages.
Both girls start laughing, unable to help themselves, before Teagan manages to regain her composure as she nods over towards the steps.
Teagan Gallagher:
I think we can beat our time easy. We need to be stronger, faster, BETTER!
Bree Smith:
TEEGS! Now that song is in my head. You did it again.
Bree gives her friend a slight jab on the shoulder as she usually puts songs in Bree’s head from time to time. Now Bree could be seen moving her head to that song.
Teagan Gallagher:
We need all the motivation we can get.
Teagan is still moving her head to the beat slightly before she gives Bree a wicked grin.
Teagan Gallagher:
The moment we’ve been fighting for is finally coming to us, our patience is about to pay off, and we’re going to take those tag titles and push them up to the next level!
Bree Smith:
To BreeTee-finity and Beyond, Teegs.
Bree casually makes a stretch pun with their team name. She readjusts her cap and then gets herself the music going for her partner.
Bree Smith:
Are you ready to blast those quads, Teegs?
Bree says with plenty of volume like a basketball coach towards her partner.
Bree Smith:
Because we don’t turn away from a challenge, we walk all over it, Teegs.
Teagan Gallagher:
We stomp it down to the ground!
Teagan roars following those words before she takes off sprinting on the steps with ease feeling inspired by the music. She makes it all the way to the very top before she turns around to face Bree and throws both of her arms up in the air showing her excitement.
Bree Smith:
Golden Era, Brothers...y’all are in trouble.
As Bree gives a tight lipped, sassy look to the camera with the roaring Teegs moving just enough it looks like Bree has a miniature Teagan on the top of her hat before fading back inside the arena.
Riot Championship Match
Devin Hearst (c) VS Brien Storm“The Florida Shuffle” against the “Favorite Worst Nightmare”, two of Riot’s very best clashing with the brand’s top prize on the line. Brien Storm was now making his way to the ring and, despite him not being a fan favorite, he earned a decent reaction from the Japanese fans. Clearly, they would rather see him coming out victorious rather than the reigning Champion, especially after last night’s vicious attack on Tiff Rollins. And as “The Man” by The Killers blared out of the loudspeakers, the music was almost covered by the deafening boos of the Tokyo crowd. Hearst didn’t seem to mind, walking to the ring with his usual confident smile, almost challenging the fans, the Riot championship resting on his shoulder. Entering the ring, he raised the title in Brien’s face, reminding him that he will never get it. Then he noticed that bandaged left knee, a wicked grin appeared on his face. And when the bell rang he immediately kicked that part of Storm’s leg, taking him down and kicking him once again, this time on the face. A cocky pin followed, the champion barely putting any weight on the challenger who immediately kicked out. Hearst sent him in the corner with an irish whip, grabbing that left leg and wrapping it around the middle rope, kicking the knee once again. Storm was down, his hands clutching the injured body part as he rolled on his back. A stomp to the chest from the champion convinced him that leaving the ring and taking a break wasn’t really a bad idea. Devin didn’t follow, standing inside the ring and laughing, pointing his finger at Brien asking the fans if they really wanted “that guy” as their champion. Storm rolled back in the ring, receiving a vicious big boot to the head as soon as he entered through the ropes. A rope hung ddt followed, and earned Hearst another two count. The champ was taking his time in this first part of the match he was absolutely dominating. Perhaps his confidence lead him to underestimate the opponent, who started a shy reaction with some punches to the stomach while Devin was slowly picking him up. And then it clicked to him, all those tapes he watched about the Riot Champion and the thing they all had in common. The rib cage being one, if not the only, weak spot in The Dude. A right hook caught Hearst on the side, the F bomb that left his mouth signaling that this was the spot. A couple more strikes followed until the champion lost his grip on Brien’s hair to hold the injured part, leaving the other side exposed to a vicious kick. And then Storm did what he could do best, slowing down the pace and zeroing Hearst offence keeping him locked in various submissions. Right now, he had him in a painful abdominal stretch, the pain only aggravated by some ruthless forearm strikes to the ribs. The champion was down on his hands and knees, coughing and short of breath. A stiff kick to the ribs knocked the air off his lungs, a curb stomp slammed him face first on the canvas and almost costed him the match. But he still raised his shoulder in time and, once back on his feet, he even countered the irish whip, sending Brien in the corner. Charging in for a body splash was a mistake, as the challenger quickly stepped aside and tried to roll him over with a schoolboy pin, once again for a count of two. A couple of knee drops and a few knee strikes to the ribs later, he picked the champion up and whipped him against the ropes, countered by Devin who picked Brien up for, possibly, a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. With a stroke of technical genius Storm caught the Florida Shuffle in an Octopus Stretch, trying to put the champion away with a submission. In a world of pain Hearst tried to resist, channeling all his energy to get up on his feet and fall back, breaking free from the submission. After a first part dominated by the Riot Champion and a few long minutes where Storm controlled him and wore him down with his submission skills, the match entered now its decisive phase. The two competitors were starting to feel the fatigue of this fifteen minutes battle, but this didn’t stop them from bringing out the heavy artillery, hitting each other with their best moves. Brien came close to the win in two different occasions, after dropping the champion head first on his right knee, the good one, from a fireman’s carry position and after a diving double foot stomp. Feeling the momentum on his side, he connected a snap dragon suplex that saw Devin rolling back to his feet almost immediately and hitting the challenger with a bicycle kick so hard that Storm ended up against the ropes, bouncing right back into the Comedown. Hearst hook the left leg but Brien still raised his shoulder in time. Without letting go of his foot, in one fluid motion the champion transitioned from the pinning predicament right into the Badlands, his patented stretch muffler. With the knee already in a bad shape before entering the match, Brien had no choice but to tap out. WINNER: Devin Hearst (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Submission (The Badlands), 16:43 |
Amy Maynard: "He tapped out!"
Sir Figgles: "Fun fact: Devin Hearst is the first man in MWE history to break two knees in one Pay-Per-View!"
Amy Maynard: "Hey! How can you condone what he did to Tiff Rollins last night?"
Sir Figgles: "The end justifies the means, Amy. And the end is to prove once again that Riot is the most dominant show, and Devin Hearst its king."
Sir Figgles: "Fun fact: Devin Hearst is the first man in MWE history to break two knees in one Pay-Per-View!"
Amy Maynard: "Hey! How can you condone what he did to Tiff Rollins last night?"
Sir Figgles: "The end justifies the means, Amy. And the end is to prove once again that Riot is the most dominant show, and Devin Hearst its king."
The scene opens somewhere backstage. Standing next to each other are Neil Newman on the right, Kyle Butler on the left. Neil has his arms crossed. Kyle waves to the camera signaling he is going to speak first.
Kyle Butler:
Jenni Anderson. I got one question for you bay bay.”
YOU LIKE THAT?
Kyle flashes a sly smile.
Kyle Butler:
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, that felt good. Forgive me, I’m excited. The beating we laid on Jenni Anderson was a long time coming. You got questions. When? Who came to who? How long has this been in motion? Don’t worry about that. For weeks, Pierce and Jenni were warned. They kept prodding. Poking. Acting like they knew what was in the cards. They honestly thought they had the upperhand in all this. Haha, whose laughing now? Jenni isn’t. Bet Pierce isn’t either. McMillions, BreeTee, you laughing? Better not. Neil tried to warn you four as well. All the small package jokes? BreeTee acting like they should be in line ahead of us? My main man said it best on Twitter, NOW you know how serious we are. We are willing to do whatever it takes to return wrestling back to a golden state. The war continues tonight bay bay. For yall sake, you best be ready!
Kyle looks to Neil giving him the signal to speak. Staring into the camera driven with the purpose of doing what he and his best friend set out to do he opens his mouth.
Neil Newman:
What I should be feeling right now is excitement. Anyone who calls themselves a professional wrestler should do whatever it takes to fly over to Japan and compete in the Tokyo Dome, a building that is chalk full of professional wrestling history. The greatest tag teams, including Fabolous and The Golden Era have blessed these ungrateful Japanese fans with our brilliance. I should be grateful for the chance to once again, compete in that ring, it saddens me to say, I am not excited.
No.
No.
No.
I’M PISSED OFF!
Neil closes his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he reopens his eyes, calm, relax.
Neil Newman:
I can’t get over this feeling that The Brothers McMillion and the BreeTee Committee view what we are trying to do as one huge joke. Last night was a joke. The arrogance of Christian believing he can compete in a War Games match one night, go to sleep, then turn around to defend the tag team titles tonight against us. Golden Era beat The Brother McMillion at full strength. What makes Christian or Javen believe tonight will be any different? Right, it is a triple threat match, bet they are counting on us and BreeTee to tear each other apart so they can pick up the scraps. That’s the real reason they proposed a triple threat in the first place. It wasn’t to show the world you can be fighting champions, they conceded that straight up, Golden Era is better. I can hear the smart asses saying we didn’t need to accept this challenge. That’s where you are wrong. We want to shut up BreeTee once and for all. Kyle beat Tee in a singles match. Did he come across scared to anyone paying attention? Answer is--.
Kyle shakes his head.
Kyle Butler:
-- nope.
Neil nods.
Neil Newman:
The MWE tag team division was good before we arrived. We made this division great. The tag team tournament was largely a success because of us. Who are the fans talking about? Not BreeTee. They are old hat in MWE. They had multiple chances to get the job done BEFORE we arrived. Insert the Golden Era, finally, MWE has a tag team they can look at that reminds them of the old school days of wrestling when fundamentals actually mattered. When working like a well oiled machine actually mattered. Where taking what we do seriously actually FN mattered. Not this cutesy dynamic BreeTee have going or a set of tag team champions where one of them could not properly protect his wife.
Neil allows the last point linger in the air a second longer.
Neil Newman:
WE are tag team wrestling, end of discussion. When we become your brand new MWE tag team champions of the world, we will treat the division, the championships, and professional wrestling as it was always meant to be treated; with respect. We are the only team that has done just that. BreeTee. Brothers McMillion. The tag team that laughs last, laughs best... the Golden Era will laugh last.
Neil storms off camera. We believe we are going to get a “ROLL TIDE” out of Kyle. He teases... then follows his tag team partner as the scene fades.
Pre-recorded...
We open just outside of the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan. It is not totally dark outside but the lights are dim. Fans are scurrying around hither and yon, most trying to get inside the arena. The camera pans out to a wider shot and we spot someone standing to themselves in a darker, shady area. The camera zooms in to get a closer look and we find that this is none other than Sophie O’Brian. The black haired Belfast native is wearing black denim jeans, black leather boots, a teal sleeveless top, and a black leather jacket complete with a hood that covers her head so that the viewer can see only the outline of her lovely face.
Sophie O’Brian:
William Tecumseh Sherman said, “War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.” The war between Melissa Reeves and Chris Constantine...and by extension the monkey men, excuse me, APEs...has been raging for a long time now. As a student of warfare I cannot blame either Reeves or Constantine for anything they have done to get to where they are today. War is cruel, war is hell, and the entire purpose of war is winning. If you enter yourself into a war with any purpose other than the complete and absolute destruction of your enemy then you are destined for failure.
Footage of battles raging back from the sixties and seventies, the Vietnam era, is shown while Sophie continues to talk.
Sophie O’Brian:
Take the Vietnam War for instance; the Americans entered this war not intending to win it, not with the intended purpose of defeating North Vietnam, but to merely “stop the spread of communism”...whatever the bloody hell that meant…is it any surprise, then, that the Americans would eventually grow weary of this war and wave the white flag in humiliating defeat?
Our footage changes from the Vietnam era footage to World War Two footage. We see airplanes dropping bombs from the sky on various cities while Sophie continues to speak.
Sophie O’Brian:
In World War Two the allied forces went in with a clear goal of defeating the axis powers. The United Kingdom led the way in bombing German occupied cities, bombing civilian cities, the United States would follow suit. They waged a total war against Germany, Italy, and Japan. Total War is described as warfare that includes any and all civilian-associated resources and infrastructure as legitimate military targets, mobilizes all of the resources of society to fight the war, and gives priority to warfare over non-combatant needs.
Footage of a mushroom cloud is shown. Finally we cut back to Sophie O’Brian standing near the Tokyo Dome.
Sophie O’Brian:
The policy of total war is not heroic. It is not popular. Total War is not pleasant, but warfare in and of itself is not meant to be heroic, popular, or pleasant. In warfare you should be all in to win and if you are not prepared to do what is necessary then you will fail. Case in point, myself.
Footage and highlights of Sophie O’Brian battling Melissa Reeves at the Damai Center is shown.
Sophie O’Brian:
The champion and myself were engaged in combat. It was non-title, of course, but I knew that a victory would secure myself a title opportunity. Hell, pushing Reeves to her limit would do that and I knew with the talent and ability I possessed that I could not only push her to her limit but I could defeat Reeves, and given one fair opportunity I know I can dethrone her and become MWE Champion.
Footage of the interference from APE is shown. Highlights of Sophie and Melissa fighting them off followed by Melissa winning is shown. Then we cut back to Sophie O’Brian in front of the Tokyo Dome.
Sophie O’Brian:
I prepared for what I expected to be a fair fight, I came hoping for a fair fight, but Constantine and his monkey men got involved. Their war with Reeves, which originally had nothing to do with me, now had everything to do with me. So I stood with her and fought with her to ensure that they did not get involved and that we would have a fair fight. At the time I thought I was doing the right thing but now I realize how foolish I was, for Reeves had played for the fool. When my eyes were off the ball, when I had my back turned due to the monkey men interference, she put me down and pinned me in the center of the ring.
O’Brian applauds. It is a slow, sarcastic golf clap, but she still applauds nonetheless.
Sophie O’Brian:
Fair play to you, Reeves. I should not have taken my eye off of you and you took advantage. I would have done the same thing. Hell, looking back I should have just let them beat the hell out of you and then pick up the scraps, especially after you refused to even acknowledge me as a legitimate threat to your reign. At the very least I pushed you to your limit, so you can lie to the people but deep down you know that on that night in Demai I had you in trouble and the APE interference saved your ass. Had they not gotten involved I may very well have beaten you fair and square.
The beautiful black haired Belfast native shakes her head.
Sophie O’Brian:
Therein lies the rub, war is not fair. War never was fair. You did exactly what I should have done; you took advantage of Constantine and APE’s interference in my business. I do not blame you for that, because that is what Total War is all about. What you have done is opened my eyes and reminded me of who I needed to be. You reminded me that only with the philosophy of Total War will I achieve my ultimate goal here in MWE…
O’Brian reaches up and pulls the hood off, revealing her entire face.
Sophie O’Brian:
….the MWE Championship. And when I do defeat you and Constantine tonight, when my hand is raised in victory and I am handed my new championship belt, I will ask you am I worthy now? I will let you know that what you called merely my little ‘dream’ has now become your nightmare scenario. The little fish that you refused to take seriously has proven herself to be your superior.
She points a finger into the camera.
Sophie O’Brian:
Then there is you, Chris and his monkey men. Constantine, you made the mistake of bringing me into this war. You should have stayed out of my business but your involvement in my fight with Reeves just helped reveal to me who I am and by doing so you brought one of the most brilliant and easily the deadliest strategist in this game into your war. You want the championship? You will not only have to go through Reeves. Now you have to go through me and I am willing to do anything to become champion. I will throw the entire rulebook out of the window if I have to, I will maim who I have to, I will scorch the earth if I have to, and I will do so with no remorse, no pity, and absolutely no feelings. No emotion. War isn’t emotion. War is a goal. And my goal is the MWE Championship, a goal that will be achieved here tonight.
MWE Tag Team Match
Triple Threat Tag Team Match
Triple Threat Tag Team Match
Brothers McMillion (c) VS Golden Era VS The BreeTee Committee
Against all odds and, as we heard, the doctor’s advice, Christian Michaels showed up to defend the MWE Tag Team Titles with his brother, his abdomen and right shoulder heavily bandaged. Bree and Teagan looked concerned about his well being, while the Golden Era saw a huge opportunity to get the titles off the brothers’ waists. They couldn’t wait to target CM’s shoulder, literally… Before the bell rang, they both charged at the veteran, Kyle with quick lefts and rights to the ribs, Neil dropping those heavy forearms to the injured shoulder. Javen’s and the BreeTee’s reaction was swift, the Thrillbilly superkicking Butler’s head while the two girls saved Christian double teaming Newman, clubbing him on the back before pushing him to the ropes. As he rebounded back, Bree caught him with a flapjack into a cutter from Gallagher. Christian, already in a world of pain left the ring, and so did the members of Golden Era after their plan backfired against them. Amy Maynard: “They didn’t even wait for this match to start to attack Christian with their cheap tactics.” Sir Figgles: “Cheap tactics? They’re doing what any smart wrestler would do. It’s not their fault if the old man got injured last night.” Amy Maynard: “But choosing to attack him before the bell and two on one is definitely cheap. Good for Michaels his brother and the Committee quickly saved him before further damage could be done.” Sir Figgles: “It’s only a matter of time, Amy. Sooner or later they’ll get their hands on him. And then, I’m telling you, we will witness the dawn of the Golden Era of tag team wrestling in MWE” Amy Maynard: “Oh please, their ego is big enough already, they don’t need you to boost it even more.” Bree and Teagan exchanged a quick glance, deciding who will start the match against Javen. Smith was the chosen one, a classic power versus agility clash. Simon McMillion was aware that he’d most likely have to carry the match for his brother as well, last night’s match must have left Christian wounded not only physically but mentally as well. And yet, he didn’t hold back, like one could have imagined. He didn’t shy away, bringing the fight to the powerhouse, doubling her over with a reverse side kick and kicking back up with a stiff kick to the chest. A standing dropkick sent the blonde girl against the ropes, bouncing back with a massive clothesline that turned Javen inside out. She dragged him to her corner, making the tag to Teagan who climbed to the rope while she dropped CM on her knee with a backbreaker. Gallagher came down from the top with a legdrop. She made the cover but only got a two count out of it. Sir Figgles: “Being brave and tough is cool, but if Javen’s plan is to retain the titles, this is not what he should do.” Teagan was controlling the match, keeping the high flier grounded with a side headlock. Javen got up to his feet and freed himself with some elbows to the gut, pushing the irish girl against the ropes. Blind tag for Bree who waited until her partner ducked under Javen’s leapfrog and hooked the ropes with both arms, stopping her run. Only now she sneaked behind his back, connecting the first of the three suplexes to show off the “Power Of Bree”. Only two landed, the third being blocked by Simon with his leg. He swung his elbow back a couple of times, sliding his head under his opponent’s chin and dropping to a seated position. Bree stumbled back toward her partner, Javen reached the Golden Era corner looking to tag himself out, but both Neil and Kyle dropped down, abandoning him to his faith. Amy Maynard: “Oh come on…” Javen had no choice but to go to his brother, who nodded almost to reassure him that he was ready. But Teagan was right on him, preventing him from making the tag with a right hook to the face. The Tennessee born quickly got over the initial stun, replying with one of his own. They traded a few more strikes until Gallagher went for a kick to the stomach doubling Javen over. She applied a front facelock, and hooked his near leg trying to lift him with a fisherman suplex. The McMillion hit her with a flurry of punches, getting out of the suplex attempt and placing his head under Teegs chin, dropping on his butt with a sit out jawbreaker. Amy Maynard: “Finally Javen can get the tag!” Sir Figgles: “Yeah but with the conditions Michaels is in, is that really a positive thing?” The jawbreaker caused Teagan to stumble back in the Golden Era corner, where Kyle quickly took the tag, entering the ring to face CM. Butler immediately went for a right hand, ducked by Christian who then landed a flurry of chops to his chest, using his left hand. It was not his main hand, but surely those chops hurt. Kyle managed to counter the irish whip, sending the tag champion against the ropes. Once again the veteran avoided the clothesline, coming back from the opposite side with his Hand Of Fate. Amy Maynard: “The Hand Of Fate! CM took down the monster Pinhead with that move last night!” Sir Figgles: “Not quite that move… He had to use his left hand now, and it was far less effective.” The impact in fact only sent Kyle reeling, dazed but still on his feet. CM then charged once again at him with a crossbody to take him down. Butler caught him in mid air and turned him upside down, resting him on his shoulder. Amy Maynard: “Is he going for a running powerslam?” Sir Figgles: “I don’t think so..” Kyle dropped the tag champion shoulder first on his knee, causing Christian to scream in agony. If that wasn’t enough, he added more pain with some vicious stomps to the shoulder before dragging him back to his feet and twisting his arm with a wrist lock. A tag was made, Newman climbed up to the top rope and jumped with a double axe handle to the arm. Sir Figgles: “This is smart wrestling. They spotted the weakness and they’re tearing his arm apart.” Amy Maynard: “This is also hard to watch…” Sir Figgles: “Or great. Look at this another tag and STO/Big Boot combination. And where did Kyle hit him with the kick? Exactly on the shoulder.” Javen was trying to get the fans behind Christian, hoping that this would give the McMillion the strength to turn the tables. And it did, a Dragon Whap! giving Christian the opening he needed to try reach his corner. Try and succeed, too bad for him Butler had pulled his brother down already. The disappointed was clear on CM’s face, but the worst was yet to come. Newman ripped the bandage off him, exposing the swollen and bruised shoulder and hit it once again with shoulder tackles of his own. Amy Maynard: “The shoulder’s now unprotected!” Sir Figgles: “Absolute genius!” With Christian down on his knee, his right arm limp against his chest, Neil suddenly turned 180° degrees and attacked Bree and Teagan, knocked them off the apron with a right punch each. Javen was still laying on the outside after Kyle’s attack, the Golden Era was the only ones standing. This was their golden (pun intended) opportunity. Tag, bear hug from Neal… Everybody knew what was coming next. Sir Figgles: “It’s the End Of An Era folks. Or the beginning of one, if you willl…” Butler hit the ropes gaining some speed to hit his lariat and ending up face first to the canvas when Javen grabbed his ankle and tripped him over. CM with an headbutt broke free from Neil’s hug and quickly kicked him in the stomach, doubling him over and connecting his patented Twist Of Fate. Amy Maynard: “JUST LIKE THAT” Sir Figgles: “Watch out for the other brother…” Amy Maynard: “JAVENATION! That’s it the Brothers retain…” Sir Figgles: “How did he kick out?” Newman somehow raised his shoulder in time. Christian couldn’t believe it, backing off with a look of disbelief painted on his face. Without noticing he found himself in the BreeTee corner, right when Teagan was getting back to the apron. The irish born made the tag, charging at Newman with a shining wizard, making a quick cover broken up by Javen. Bree came to help her partner and tossed the Thrillbilly out of the ring, but she didn’t see Kyle coming at full speed from behind her and knocking her down with a clothesline to the back. Butler wasn’t done yet, dropping Gallagher on his knee with an inverted headlock backbreaker. Finally he left the ring, but not before dragging his partner closer to the corner so he could make the tag. Sir Figgles: “I’m impressed by the Golden Era tonight. They’re dominating this match.” Amy Maynard: “They took a couple of shortcuts here and there but sure they did. Looks like Kyle is now going for a vertical suplex… Wait a second!” Sir Figgles: “NO! Not another goddamned SMALL PACKAGE!” Once again Teagan surprised Butler with the small package and it could have very well gotten the BreeTee the titles if it wasn’t for CM making the save with a stomp. Bree saw him entering the ring and charged at him, coming a moment too late to prevent him from making the save. She couldn’t slow down or stop herself either, hitting CM and shoving him shoulder first against the turnbuckle. She almost looked sorry, it clearly wasn’t what she planned to do. In this moment of confusion Butler planted Gallagher on her head with the Roooooooooool Tide and made the cover, once again broken up by Smith, Chaos reigned supreme now, Newman and CM were in the ring, the tag champion fighting tooth and nails despite the injuries he was carrying from the War Games match. And surprisingly, he was besting the opponent, proof that the experience and the heart of a champion can go a long way, even in the most desperate situations. But now, after a Top Rope Southern Climate leg drop failed to give him the win, he needed a tag. Amy Maynard: “That’s… That’s Glory Braddock!” Sir Figgles: “The Glorious Golden Era is upon us, Amy! Rejoice!” The Best In The World was cleaning house for her partners in crime. Teagan was the first to fall, caught off guard with a superkick to the back of the head. Bree was next, a kick to the stomach and then Braddock dropped her head first on the concrete with the Glorification (unprettier). Kyle was taking on Javen, the two men brawling on the outside while Christian, was crawling to the empty corner. Simon got rid of Butler momentarily, but he found himself now face to face with Glory Braddock who was preventing him from climbing back on the apron. A right punch from the Best In The World rocked him and spun him around back into a roaring elbow from Kyle. Sir Figgles: “This the moment we’ve been waiting for, Amy. Once they get rid of Javen there’s nobody who can stop the Glorious Golden Era from rising…” Amy Maynard: “You might have spoken too soon partner… Here comes the cavalry!” It wasn’t Jenni Anderson looking for revenge. It wasn’t Kelsey trying to help her husband and brother-in-law, the War Games match left her battered as well. Nina, the former intern and friend of the brothers couldn’t stand to see their reign like that and rushed down the ramp, rocking Glory with her Viper Sting (sambo casting punch). Christian realized that he was on his own, despite Nina’s help Javen was still busy fighting Kyle. He turned around into a kick to the stomach from Neil, who then lifted him in a vertical suplex position for his End Game. A knee to the head allowed CM to counter the finishing move and pushing Newman against the ropes. Amy Maynard: “Blind tag! Teagan tagged herself in!” The commentator, the referee and everyone else in the Arena saw Gallagher touching Neil’s back a moment before he bounced into a kick to the gut from Christian and another Just Like That. Everyone but the exhausted McMillion who made the cover, wondering why the referee wasn’t counting. Teagan hesitated a moment, but this was too good an opportunity to pass. She applied the Tee-Break, the kneeling fujiwara armbar, causing CM to tap out immediately. WINNER: The BreeTee Committee (NEW CHAMPIONS) BY: Submission (Tee-Break), 20:14 |
Amy Maynard: "It took them one year, but Bree and Teagan are finally the NEEEW MWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS"
Sir Figgles: "This is disgusting. My boys have been robbed!"
Amy Maynard: "More like they tried to rob, again... Luckily this time someone saved the match from another shady ending."
Sir Figgles: "Oh, give me a break.. She came to help the McMillions, she failed and probably costed them the titles!"
Amy Maynard: "I don't know what match you saw but the only thing Nina did was stopping Glory Braddock from further interfering and helping her buddies to get the tag titles."
Sir Figgles: "This is disgusting. My boys have been robbed!"
Amy Maynard: "More like they tried to rob, again... Luckily this time someone saved the match from another shady ending."
Sir Figgles: "Oh, give me a break.. She came to help the McMillions, she failed and probably costed them the titles!"
Amy Maynard: "I don't know what match you saw but the only thing Nina did was stopping Glory Braddock from further interfering and helping her buddies to get the tag titles."
Somewhere in the arena, Melissa Reeves sits alone on a staircase with her title and her thoughts. She’s ready, yes, and she’s always prepared...but tonight is a big challenge and she’s only too aware it may be her last as champion.
Melissa Reeves:
So here we are, the finale to our Japan tour, Big in Japan. Last night saw plenty of action, tonight’s already seen plenty more. But nothing here matters more than the main event, for this title right here.
She lifts the MWE Title into view.
Melissa Reeves:
This title, this champion.
A sharp inhale from the champion is followed by a deep exhale.
Melissa Reeves:
Plenty expect that I’m walking into tonight’s match guaranteed to lose this gold.
She shakes her head,
Melissa Reeves:
The thing is, popular opinion doesn’t matter to me. If it did then I’d still be that same dumb girl that couldn’t even get to this level; I wouldn’t even be champion if I still let that hold me back! I’ve been underdog plenty of times.
Reeves folds her arms over her knees.
Melissa Reeves:
I didn’t make it to being the longest reigning MWE Champion ever by backing down from challenges though. What you all forget is I’ve defeated both of these two before - including Constantine in a triple threat, FOR this very title. Both have been stepping stones on my path to history. So underdog? Me??! What a laughable analysis.
She stands now, the camera follows her.
Melissa Reeves:
I keep getting asked what happens if I lose this title. I’ll tell you; nothing. I won’t crumble. I won’t quit. I won’t fade away. I won’t die. I won’t be forgotten. I never needed this title to prove I was the best here. I simply wanted it because I was told by the owner I couldn’t. I kept it because I was told I couldn’t. I defended it over and over when I was told I couldn’t. But I did.
Her face is intense, she’s getting fired up.
Melissa Reeves:
So what will I do if I lose? I will do what I always do, strive to be at the very top. So let me pose a better question...what will they do when they lose?
The champion simply shrugs.
Melissa Reeves:
I could spend time roasting them both. End of the day? It doesn’t matter. Sophie’s probably too busy reading Sun Tzu to ignore it, and Chris? Eh, he’s too stupid. So instead I’ve done what I always do; I’ve prepared. Because tonight I’m going to do what I always do; fight the best fight I can and be the dominant force in MWE.
She raises the title in the air.
Melissa Reeves:
Sophie, Chris, you want this? Come get it.
The scene ends with her staring back at the camera, brows furrowed.
MWE Championship Match
Triple Threat
Melissa Reeves (c) VS Chris Constantine Junior VS Sophie O'BrianTriple Threat
Peyton Holland: “This is it, Ambra. The final match of the night, the last match of the pay-per-view, the last match of the Big In Japan tour.” Ambra Monroe: “And what an event this has been. Six titles already changed hands, the only champion who retained has been Devin Hearst so far. Will Melissa be the second? Or are we going to crown a new MWE Champion here tonight?” Peyton Holland: “Surely she has one hell of a challenge in front of her. Triple Threat matches are always insidious, more so when you’re facing dangerous opponents such as Chris Constantine and Sophie O’Brian.” Ambra Monroe: “Indeed. O’Brian has been impressive since joining MWE, claiming famous victims on her warpath, including the now former Cloud Gate Champion Tiff Rollins one week ago in Sapporo. As for Constantine, his record speaks for himself, the guy has been champion in almost every company he set foot in. And, let’s not forget, he has the back up of his fellow APE members.” Peyton Holland: “Or one of them, at least. I doubt Hammerstein can be of much help tonight.” Ambra Monroe: “Good point.” The bell rang, the tension was showing on the face of the three competitors. Constantine tried to take a step back, a coward tactic that didn’t surprise anyone. Most importantly, it didn’t surprise Mel Reeves who was expecting something like that from CCJ and rocked him with a right hook. Chris fired back with a heavy hand of his own, but he got blindsided by Sophie’s forearm strike. Peyton Holland: “Looks like it’s going to be a rough night for Constantine…” Reeves and O’Brian were making him pay for all the behind the back attacks and the numerous interference CCJ and his APE thugs perpetrated through this entire Japanese tour. It was almost a challenge between them on who would hit Chris harder. Whether it was punches to the face or chops across the chest, they were taking turns on the founder of the American Pain Experience, trying to one up each other with every shot. Chris was trying to escape this punishment, but he was caught by the two women who sent him against the ropes, catching him off the rebound with a stereo superkick. Ambra Monroe: “I guess that’s what you get when you keep messing with people like he did. Sooner or later the day of reckoning comes” With CCJ now down, Melissa’s focus turned to Sophie. There was a chop for her as well, followed by an irish whip into the corner. She charged in with a high knee, wrapping her arms around Sophie’s neck and going for a bulldog. O’Brian pushed her away to counter it, but she held onto her arm, pulling her back into a lariat. She mounted on top of the champion, hammering at her face with lefts and rights. When she was done, she sent the Reaver against the ropes and slammed her spine first on her knee with a tilt a whirl backbreaker. She went for a first pinfall attempt, but Constantine grabbed her foot from outside and pulled her away. He didn’t enter the ring, keeping himself away from the competition as Reeves got back to her feet and attacked Sophie with her stiff kicks, knocking the Belfast born down with a fisherman ddt after a spinning back kick. The champion made the cover but once again Constantine broke it up and quickly left the ring. Peyton Holland: “Is Chris going to fight at all tonight?” Ambra Monroe: “It’s a despicable and cheap tactic, for sure. But you can’t deny it’s smart, he’s saving energy and stay out of harm’s way.” Reeves looked at him and shook her head, not at all pleased with his actions. She turned to go outside and drag him back in the ring but the moment she turned her back to the opponent, Sophie clubbed her with a forearm strike to the back of the head. Grabbing her by the wrist, she whipped the Reaver against the ropes, extending out her arm for a clothesline. Melissa ducked it and dove between the tope and middle rope, taking down Constantine with a suicide dive. Peyton Holland: “Well, not anymore I guess!” Finally getting her hands on CCJ, Mel got her payback for the attack on last week’s Riot, after her successful defense against Melody Lennox. She tossed Constantine against the barricade and kicked his chest in. Olivia came to rescue her husband but a glare and the serious threat of getting hit with a right punch from the MWE Champion quickly changed her mind. Olivia stumbled as she retraced her steps, falling on the floor eliciting a laughter from the fans. Her awkward and unsuccessful interference still bought her husband some precious moments that CCJ exploited to recover and blind Melissa with an eye rake, pushing her all the way back against the edge of the ring. O’Brian jumped over the top rope landing on the apron and jumping on Constantine with a senton. Ambra Monroe: “O’Brian is just so versatile. They say “jack of all trades, master of none”, and she might just be the exception to that rule.” Peyton Holland: “Wait what is Mel doing?” Reeves climbed up on the apron and looked back at her opponents who were only now starting to stand up. With a beautiful Asai Moonsault she soared through the sky and wiped them both out, landing on her feet soaking in the cheers of the fans. Quickly she picked up Chris and dragged him back in the ring, sliding in for a cover and picking up a two count. Ambra Monroe: “The champ can fly and she reminded everyone here tonight.” Countering an irish whip, Chris sent Melissa in the corner and charged at her at full speed, driving his shoulder in her midsection. Holding on the middle rope, he repeated the same move three more time, leaving the champion breathless. He lifted her up, seating her on the top rope as he climbed up as well, looking for a superplex. The champion countered with a headbutt and started clubbing his back with hard elbows and forearms before flipping and driving him off the top with a sunset flip powerbomb. Sophie greeted Mel with a kick to the knee when she got back to her feet, following with a shin breaker. Ambra Monroe: “O’Brian is looking to weaken that leg to lock her grapevine ankle lock.” Her painstaking work got interrupted by a raw but effective big boot to the face from Constantine. Being the sneaky bastard that he is, he tried to capitalize on his opponent’s work and wrapped Mel’s leg in the Red White And Tap Out, his infamous figure four. Peyton Holland: “Always the opportunist, Constantine locked the champion in his submission move. This is the crucial moment of the match!” Mel was in a world of pain, trying to roll over or crawl to the ropes, but Constantine’s grasp was too tight, and salvation was too far. She needed to get out of it, and soon. She began pummeling at Chris’ knee, trying to force her way out of it but he wasn’t letting go, putting, if possible, even more pressure on the knee. A big help came from Sophie in the form of a soccer kick to the head that turned off the lights for CCJ. Ambra Monroe: “Ouch.” Peyton Holland: “Sophie with the cover, this could be it… Here’s the one, two…. NO!” At the very last moment Mel managed to break the pin. O’Brien turned to her and grabbed her ankle, clearly going for the submission. Mel used her free leg to kick her away, trying to pull herself up. Sophie came right back on the attack, lifting her upside down and, after a rebound on the top rope, slammed her on the canvas with a slingshot suplex. She attempted to put her away with a lateral press, but it wasn’t enough to keep the champion down. Ambra Monroe: “She’s going to need a lot more than that to keep the champion down.” The champion was in great difficulty, sitting in the corner with O’Brian charging at her with a running knee to the face. And a second one followed, all while Constantine was taking another break on the outside. Lifting Mel on her shoulders, Sophie slammed her down with a running Death Valley Driver, hooking the leg for another cover. Peyton Holland: “Two and half, the champion stays alive!” From her knees, Melissa tried a reaction, hitting the challenger with a punch to the stomach. Sophie felt it, but this didn’t stop her from dragging Mel back to her feet. Another shot from the champ, a forearm to the jaw this time, was followed by one from O’Brian. Again Melissa struck, this time the challenger replied with a knee to the stomach to double her over, hooking her arms in a double underhook and lifting her for a suplex. Reeves slipped away and landed on her feet behind O’Brian’s shoulders, catching the northern irish as she turned with a roaring elbow. Peyton Holland: “Great counter from the champ!” Melissa was stomping Sophie’s head when she spotted out of the corner of her eyes Constantine sneaking behind her back. A right back elbow to stun him, a Pele kick to finish him and knock him down. Ambra Monroe: “Looks like she’s going to fly again..” This time Mel jumped off the top rope with the Death From Above. The shooting star press connected, Constantine’s shoulder were down but Sophie saved the match. Peyton Holland: “Oh no, here comes the cavalry…” Introduced by the loud boos of the fans, The former Lockdown Champion Duke Andrews came to the ring. Trotting behind him was Reese Kennedy, the manager and legal representant of Hammerstein. Ambra Monroe: “It was a rough couple of nights for APE, both Duke and Hammerstein lost their titles… They want to make sure Constantine doesn’t walk out empty handed.” The referee tried to assert his authority, but Duke couldn’t care less. He eyed the MWE Champion, climbing to the apron. Melissa turned to him and started raining knee strikes as he tried to step in the ring.. At the same time while the referee was turned toward Andrews and Reeves, Sophie blew a fireball to Constantine’s face. Peyton Holland: “The Scorched Earth Policy!” She then rapidly dropped him down with her swinging fisherman neckbreaker. Ambra Monroe: “Ode To Braddock! We could crown a new champ!” Reeves quickly turned around and dove to break up the pinfall. Holding his face, Constantine rolled out of the ring, leaving once again the two women to fight it out. This time it was Melissa who came out on top from the exchange, finding an opening to connect the Facial Deconstructor. With Constantine out of the way, nothing was standing on Mel’s way from retaining the title. Peyton Holland: “SHE KICKED OUT!” Except Sophie’s incredible toughness. Mel’s version of the codebreaker, the move that won her the MWE back in August and helped her retaining it through these 170 days, wasn’t enough to keep the pupil of Glenn Braddock down. Melissa once again climbed to the top rope, looking to end it with another Death From Above. Constantine miraculously healed and pushed Mel off the turnbuckle, her fall being cushioned by Reese Kennedy. From the apron CCJ clocked O’Brian with a right hand, quickly stepping in and placing her head between his legs. Peyton Holland: “The brass knuckles! He used the brass knuckle again!” For the briefest of moments, before Olivia made it disappear inside her purse, the american flag themed brass knuckle CCJ used a couple of week ago could be seen laying on the apron. He then lifted Sophie upside down and fell to a seated position. Ambra Monroe: “The American Strong Piledriver!” Chris Constantine made the cover, Mel jumped on her feet and entered the ring to break it up. Peyton Holland: “Reese! Reese Kennedy is holding Melissa’s foot! Come on, not like this!” Reeves kicked Kennedy’s away and entered the ring, coming one moment too late. The bell rang, Chris Constantine Junior was the new MWE Champion! WINNER: Chris Constantine Junior (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (American Strong Piledriver), 26:32 |
Sir Figgles: "He did it! Chris Constantine is the new MWE Champion! No more world tours, and most importantly no more Australia! We're going back to the States!"
Peyton Holland: "You CAN'T really think he has that kind of power..."
Melissa Reeves didn’t take this well, punching CCJ right on the mush, a moment before being leveled by a clothesline from Duke Andrews.
Amy Maynard: "Constantine said the PPV would have ended with APE standing tall with all the gold... Instead we have two out of three members and only one title."
Ambra Monroe: "I get what you mean, at first look this could look like a Phyrric victory, but as a matter of fact, APE is still a force in MWE. And now they hold the top title."
Peyton Holland: "This is all, ladies and gentlemen. The Big In Japan tour ended the way nobody was hoping for. Stay tuned in the next few days for some updates."
Amy Maynard: "And don't forget, next Saturday the first Riot of the Down Under Tour, coming live from Newcastle, South Wales Australia!"
Ambra Monroe: "Good night and thanks for joining us."
Sir Figgles: "Australia? I'm not going to fucking Austr..."
Peyton Holland: "You CAN'T really think he has that kind of power..."
Melissa Reeves didn’t take this well, punching CCJ right on the mush, a moment before being leveled by a clothesline from Duke Andrews.
Amy Maynard: "Constantine said the PPV would have ended with APE standing tall with all the gold... Instead we have two out of three members and only one title."
Ambra Monroe: "I get what you mean, at first look this could look like a Phyrric victory, but as a matter of fact, APE is still a force in MWE. And now they hold the top title."
Peyton Holland: "This is all, ladies and gentlemen. The Big In Japan tour ended the way nobody was hoping for. Stay tuned in the next few days for some updates."
Amy Maynard: "And don't forget, next Saturday the first Riot of the Down Under Tour, coming live from Newcastle, South Wales Australia!"
Ambra Monroe: "Good night and thanks for joining us."
Sir Figgles: "Australia? I'm not going to fucking Austr..."