Post by gvb on Feb 16, 2020 20:45:26 GMT -6
Riot in New South Wales
Live from Newcastle Entertainment Centre in Newcastle
Saturday, February 15th, 2020
As the Australian fans await their first piece of entertainment for the night, they’re greeted by the all too familiar sound of “Start a Revolution” by Devilskin. In turn, The Revolution are greeted by a limitless amount of boos from the crowd. This could be due to the fact they won War Games at Big In Japan, or that Heath Williams is New Zealand born. Perhaps a mixture of the two. As the four members make way down the ramp, their war scars become more apparent. Heath’s nose has a thick bandage layered across the bridge, and a hint of bandage can be seen peeking out from each of his suit’s sleeves as well. The Manic’s entire left side of her face is wrapped up tightly, Pinhead’s knee is braced, an eye patch too. And The Mutt has a few bandaids on it’s head, OVER the skin tight gimp suit.
Amy Maynard:
Hey, where are you going, Fig?
Sir Figgles:
Be back shortly, I’ve got a job to do.
Sir Figgles gets into the ring, as does The Revolution. Off to the side, stands a podium with a series of medals lined up across it. All members of The Revolution line up side by side, Heath and The Manic in the middle, Pinhead and The Mutt on the outskirts.
Sir Figgles:
Ladies and gentlemen, it is my grand honor to be standing here, amongst these four souls, that went to WAR last saturday night, and came out victorious against the Self-Die Squad. They fought and clawed their way through each of the two rings, and by the end of it, proved that THEY were the team to watch out for here on Riot, and in MWE as a whole. Ladies and gents, I present to you… THE REVOLUTION!
A smirk etches itself into Heath’s mug, as the fans voice their displeasure, even chanting “KEL-SEY SPENCER!” and “ANGE-CM!” to let the talent inside the ring know who they were rooting for during War Games. As the jeers die down, Figgles walks over to the podium.
Sir Figgles:
What lies here on this podium, are four very well earned and hard fought for, war medals, that I will give to each member of The Revolution individually.
Figgles takes the handful of war medals, and walks them over to The Revolution. Heath sticks his neck forward, as Figgles slips one over his neck. Figgles turns to The Mutt, who’s crouched like a dog, then bends over and slips a medal over it’s neck. He then walks over to The Manic, and awards her with her medal. Finally he reaches Pinhead, and as he’s about to stand on his tip-toes to give Pinhead his medal, Heath jumps forward, and takes the mic from Figgles’ hand.
Heath Williams:
Hey, hey, hey! Hold up! Chewbacca didn’t get a medal in A New Hope, so why should Pinhead?!
Pinhead shoots daggers over at Heath, who smiles and takes a step back.
Heath Williams:
I joke, I joke. Why do I joke? Well, that’s obvious. It’s because I’m in a god damn good motherfreakin’ mood.
Heath takes another step forward, as Figgles finishes slipping the medal over Pinhead’s massive neck, it’s a wonder the strap can even fit around it. Figgles then exits, as Heath continues his speech.
Heath Williams:
And you know what, it’s NOT just because we won the war. It’s NOT just because I’ve finally silenced that hopeless cretin, Kelsey Spencer. And it’s NOT just because I’ve got this shiny little baby to prove it all.
Heath holds up the medal dangled around his neck, and upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the picture etched into it, is a side profile of Heath’s own face.
Heath Williams:
It’s also because since the moment we left the Tokyo Dome, we’ve been treated like the SUPERSTARS, the WAR VETERANS we truly are. That night, the hotel we were staying at delivered us a COMPLIMENTARY bottle of Dom Perignon, to thank us for our services. On our flight from Japan, the flight attendant gave ME the last piece of steak instead of the snot-nosed whiny little shit sitting behind me. But one moment, that truly stuck out to me, was this… it was so heartwarming, an absolute honor…
Heath nods his head, a tear almost coming to his eye, his voice quietening down.
Heath Williams:
See, before we made the trip to this New South Wales cesspool… huge Maroons fan here, by the way. Go Queensland!
The fans boo as Heath smirks, knowing full well his comment about the State of Origin was going to get a rouse out of them.
Heath Williams:
But like I was saying, before we made the trip to this New South Wales cesspool, we made a stop back in the States, mostly just to sort out some stuff at MWE Headquarters involving this Down Under tour. We had some lunch, and we came out of this super expensive restaurant… The Oriole, I believe it was called. We decided we better work off our huge meal, get some exercise in. As we’re walking along, we notice this old man sitting all by his lonesome, a beggar, an old worn out hat beside him, a few coins at the bottom. He had this sign in front of him, said something along the lines of “War vet, will play harmonica for cash”. So, I tossed him a nickel, and he began to play this… just this amazing, melodic tune on his harmonica. Afterwards, I sat down beside this man and asked what his story was.
Heath takes a deep breath, as The Manic comes up and gives him a pat on the back. He battles through the lump in his throat, and looks up at the lights with a single teardrop rolling down his cheek.
Heath Williams:
And so he told us. Turns out, he fought in the Vietnam War, but that’s not all. He was a lieutenant, one of his privates had gone missing from camp, Private Dunne. So he went out looking for the kid, only to find Private Dunne dead in a huge thicket of grass… his ankle was locked in a bear trap, and he had wounds all over his body. The lieutenant tried to unlock the trap, but as he was doing so, he was jumped by two members of the Vietcong... and they… well, they gouged his eyes out... Now, it wasn’t until he mentioned this that I noticed the guy was blind, beforehand it was hard to tell, because he was wearing this thick pair of sunglasses. The lieutenant, completely blinded, was taken in as a prisoner of war… it wasn’t until he endured three months worth of torture later, he was finally rescued by his military brethren. After that, the man returned to the US and has been living out the rest of his days in poverty, unable to find a job that’ll take him on board…
The fans fall silent, Heath’s story has them glued.
Heath Williams:
He then asked us for our story. And so I told him our experiences weren’t so different… I told him that we too, had been prisoners of war, locked inside the confines of a large, rectangular steel cage, and how we were pitted against four other prisoners, our lives and wellbeing on the line. I told him everything, how Pinhead over there was thrown into a hole and left to starve, how The Manic’s safety mask was TORN from her face, how I had to drive a poor young woman’s head into a long strip of steel so that we could taste freedom… and I will never forget what happened next.
Another tear comes rolling down Heath’s cheek, and The Manic wraps her arm around his waist.
Heath Williams:
He… the old war veteran… h-he reached out, and he SHOOK my hand. And he THANKED me for my services. He thanked me for being the war hero I am. I lead my platoon from one end of the battlefield to the other. I showed them the path out of that minefield, so that they could live to see another day.
The fans start shouting and booing. “STOL-EN VALOR!” *clap clap clap* “STOL-EN VALOR!”
Heath Williams:
He thanked me for being the embodiment of bravery, and in return… I thanked him for thanking me. It was truly an honor. Then I realized I had no change for the bus in my pocket, so I got The Mutt to steal the old dude’s hat full of coins and we ran off.
The fans boo in FULL FORCE, some members even have to be held back by the yellow jacketed security.
Heath Williams:
Sorry, sorry. That last part was a joke… we actually took the L-train. I could have just ordered an uber with my credit card, but sometimes I enjoy public transport, you know? You see a bunch of weirdos, and an abundance of ugly faces, so in a way, public transport and New South Wales have something in common. Sheesh, really makes you wonder what it’s like when the two things are combined.
“HEATH’S A DICK-HEAD” *clap clap clap* “HEATH’S A DICK-HEAD” the fans chant, as the man the insult is directed at grins an unholy grin.
Heath Williams:
But now that the war is over… I can’t help but think, what’s next? The obvious answer is a piece of gold to hang over my shoulder, but let’s be honest, that’s bound to happen sooner rather than later anyway. Right now, I need something else… see, it doesn’t matter how much pain I’m in, I always love a good fight. And I’m still feeling the adrenaline from last week. It makes it hard to sleep at night. I have the soul of a warrior, and a warrior needs to fight. I need something like War Games, where I can take it to the next level. And you know what? I might have found it…
The fans calm down again, listening in closely.
Heath Williams:
There have been rumors floating around since the moment I stepped foot in the arena, that there’s a little something around the corner called the Riot Rumble… “What’s that?” I hear you ask. Well, I don’t have the full details. All I know is that it sounds like the EXACT thing I’m craving. Therefore, I am hereby putting my name out there for whatever the hell this Riot Rumble is. And if it’s one of those things I need to qualify for first, then so be it. Throw me a challenger, Moretti, and I’ll take them out, then I’ll go on to win your little Riot Rumble.
And with that final statement, Heath drops the mic, and “Start a Revolution” plays to initiate their exit.
Amy Maynard:
Hey, where are you going, Fig?
Sir Figgles:
Be back shortly, I’ve got a job to do.
Sir Figgles gets into the ring, as does The Revolution. Off to the side, stands a podium with a series of medals lined up across it. All members of The Revolution line up side by side, Heath and The Manic in the middle, Pinhead and The Mutt on the outskirts.
Sir Figgles:
Ladies and gentlemen, it is my grand honor to be standing here, amongst these four souls, that went to WAR last saturday night, and came out victorious against the Self-Die Squad. They fought and clawed their way through each of the two rings, and by the end of it, proved that THEY were the team to watch out for here on Riot, and in MWE as a whole. Ladies and gents, I present to you… THE REVOLUTION!
A smirk etches itself into Heath’s mug, as the fans voice their displeasure, even chanting “KEL-SEY SPENCER!” and “ANGE-CM!” to let the talent inside the ring know who they were rooting for during War Games. As the jeers die down, Figgles walks over to the podium.
Sir Figgles:
What lies here on this podium, are four very well earned and hard fought for, war medals, that I will give to each member of The Revolution individually.
Figgles takes the handful of war medals, and walks them over to The Revolution. Heath sticks his neck forward, as Figgles slips one over his neck. Figgles turns to The Mutt, who’s crouched like a dog, then bends over and slips a medal over it’s neck. He then walks over to The Manic, and awards her with her medal. Finally he reaches Pinhead, and as he’s about to stand on his tip-toes to give Pinhead his medal, Heath jumps forward, and takes the mic from Figgles’ hand.
Heath Williams:
Hey, hey, hey! Hold up! Chewbacca didn’t get a medal in A New Hope, so why should Pinhead?!
Pinhead shoots daggers over at Heath, who smiles and takes a step back.
Heath Williams:
I joke, I joke. Why do I joke? Well, that’s obvious. It’s because I’m in a god damn good motherfreakin’ mood.
Heath takes another step forward, as Figgles finishes slipping the medal over Pinhead’s massive neck, it’s a wonder the strap can even fit around it. Figgles then exits, as Heath continues his speech.
Heath Williams:
And you know what, it’s NOT just because we won the war. It’s NOT just because I’ve finally silenced that hopeless cretin, Kelsey Spencer. And it’s NOT just because I’ve got this shiny little baby to prove it all.
Heath holds up the medal dangled around his neck, and upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the picture etched into it, is a side profile of Heath’s own face.
Heath Williams:
It’s also because since the moment we left the Tokyo Dome, we’ve been treated like the SUPERSTARS, the WAR VETERANS we truly are. That night, the hotel we were staying at delivered us a COMPLIMENTARY bottle of Dom Perignon, to thank us for our services. On our flight from Japan, the flight attendant gave ME the last piece of steak instead of the snot-nosed whiny little shit sitting behind me. But one moment, that truly stuck out to me, was this… it was so heartwarming, an absolute honor…
Heath nods his head, a tear almost coming to his eye, his voice quietening down.
Heath Williams:
See, before we made the trip to this New South Wales cesspool… huge Maroons fan here, by the way. Go Queensland!
The fans boo as Heath smirks, knowing full well his comment about the State of Origin was going to get a rouse out of them.
Heath Williams:
But like I was saying, before we made the trip to this New South Wales cesspool, we made a stop back in the States, mostly just to sort out some stuff at MWE Headquarters involving this Down Under tour. We had some lunch, and we came out of this super expensive restaurant… The Oriole, I believe it was called. We decided we better work off our huge meal, get some exercise in. As we’re walking along, we notice this old man sitting all by his lonesome, a beggar, an old worn out hat beside him, a few coins at the bottom. He had this sign in front of him, said something along the lines of “War vet, will play harmonica for cash”. So, I tossed him a nickel, and he began to play this… just this amazing, melodic tune on his harmonica. Afterwards, I sat down beside this man and asked what his story was.
Heath takes a deep breath, as The Manic comes up and gives him a pat on the back. He battles through the lump in his throat, and looks up at the lights with a single teardrop rolling down his cheek.
Heath Williams:
And so he told us. Turns out, he fought in the Vietnam War, but that’s not all. He was a lieutenant, one of his privates had gone missing from camp, Private Dunne. So he went out looking for the kid, only to find Private Dunne dead in a huge thicket of grass… his ankle was locked in a bear trap, and he had wounds all over his body. The lieutenant tried to unlock the trap, but as he was doing so, he was jumped by two members of the Vietcong... and they… well, they gouged his eyes out... Now, it wasn’t until he mentioned this that I noticed the guy was blind, beforehand it was hard to tell, because he was wearing this thick pair of sunglasses. The lieutenant, completely blinded, was taken in as a prisoner of war… it wasn’t until he endured three months worth of torture later, he was finally rescued by his military brethren. After that, the man returned to the US and has been living out the rest of his days in poverty, unable to find a job that’ll take him on board…
The fans fall silent, Heath’s story has them glued.
Heath Williams:
He then asked us for our story. And so I told him our experiences weren’t so different… I told him that we too, had been prisoners of war, locked inside the confines of a large, rectangular steel cage, and how we were pitted against four other prisoners, our lives and wellbeing on the line. I told him everything, how Pinhead over there was thrown into a hole and left to starve, how The Manic’s safety mask was TORN from her face, how I had to drive a poor young woman’s head into a long strip of steel so that we could taste freedom… and I will never forget what happened next.
Another tear comes rolling down Heath’s cheek, and The Manic wraps her arm around his waist.
Heath Williams:
He… the old war veteran… h-he reached out, and he SHOOK my hand. And he THANKED me for my services. He thanked me for being the war hero I am. I lead my platoon from one end of the battlefield to the other. I showed them the path out of that minefield, so that they could live to see another day.
The fans start shouting and booing. “STOL-EN VALOR!” *clap clap clap* “STOL-EN VALOR!”
Heath Williams:
He thanked me for being the embodiment of bravery, and in return… I thanked him for thanking me. It was truly an honor. Then I realized I had no change for the bus in my pocket, so I got The Mutt to steal the old dude’s hat full of coins and we ran off.
The fans boo in FULL FORCE, some members even have to be held back by the yellow jacketed security.
Heath Williams:
Sorry, sorry. That last part was a joke… we actually took the L-train. I could have just ordered an uber with my credit card, but sometimes I enjoy public transport, you know? You see a bunch of weirdos, and an abundance of ugly faces, so in a way, public transport and New South Wales have something in common. Sheesh, really makes you wonder what it’s like when the two things are combined.
“HEATH’S A DICK-HEAD” *clap clap clap* “HEATH’S A DICK-HEAD” the fans chant, as the man the insult is directed at grins an unholy grin.
Heath Williams:
But now that the war is over… I can’t help but think, what’s next? The obvious answer is a piece of gold to hang over my shoulder, but let’s be honest, that’s bound to happen sooner rather than later anyway. Right now, I need something else… see, it doesn’t matter how much pain I’m in, I always love a good fight. And I’m still feeling the adrenaline from last week. It makes it hard to sleep at night. I have the soul of a warrior, and a warrior needs to fight. I need something like War Games, where I can take it to the next level. And you know what? I might have found it…
The fans calm down again, listening in closely.
Heath Williams:
There have been rumors floating around since the moment I stepped foot in the arena, that there’s a little something around the corner called the Riot Rumble… “What’s that?” I hear you ask. Well, I don’t have the full details. All I know is that it sounds like the EXACT thing I’m craving. Therefore, I am hereby putting my name out there for whatever the hell this Riot Rumble is. And if it’s one of those things I need to qualify for first, then so be it. Throw me a challenger, Moretti, and I’ll take them out, then I’ll go on to win your little Riot Rumble.
And with that final statement, Heath drops the mic, and “Start a Revolution” plays to initiate their exit.
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are shifted to that of Kate Steele. Her blonde hair is cascading down her back as she glares daggers into the lens of the camera. She seems to be disgusted as she shakes her head in disgust. She sighs as she is walking throughout the backstage area and she is stopped by the likes of her longtime friend of Christina Zdunich. Christina notices that Kate is upset as she walks over to her.
Christina Zdunich:
Are you okay?!
Kate however just slowly looks over at Christina with an uneasy expression. She shakes her head a bit as she begins to speak.
Kate Steele:
Does it look like I am okay? I feel like I am being disrespected when it comes to this entire company. It’s a bloody fucking conspiracy. I am tired of the way I am being treated and now here I am opening Riot…
Christina shakes her head in disgust.
Christina Zdunich:
At least you are getting booked. For months I have been clamoring for a Junior Heavyweight Championship match and I didn’t get one. Hell I wasn’t even booked on the Super Card. I know for a fact that we are both way better than that. You deserve more for sure after all you were mentored by the likes of me. You paid your dues and I certainly have been paying my dues for the past 14 years. I battled Echo to new heights in this company and am not getting used at all. I honestly don’t know what gives but at least you have a big chance in this big Intercontinental Championship tourney. This is your chance to shine and to finally get back to your winning ways. You were a Lockdown Champion and were a great one at that.
Kate Steele:
You know I was great. I always knew I was among the upper echelon in this company. I should have been a Cloud Gate Champion but of course GVB ruined it with her cheating ass.
Christina Zdunich:
Let that go… You can’t hold onto like a two year old grudge.
Kate Steele:
It just gets me bitter thinking about it, and I fully get it though. I see what they think of me. In everybody’s eyes they see me as some big bloody fucking jobber. I am unfit to do anything. Only used to be a stepping stone for other talent and tonight I am booked in not one but two matches. What are they really trying to do to me? Bury the shit out of me. I deserve so much more than that. But it’s whatever me and Teddy are having some minor marriage issues and yet they still insist on making me team with them. It’s just so frustrating at times…
Christina nods her head.
Christina Zdunich:
Don’t worry about that though because you have Meg Rydell to worry about.
Kate Steele:
Honestly it’s whatever to me. she was talking some shit on Twitter. Trying to tell me she heard me mouthing off before but I don’t give a damn. I am going to prove all of the haters wrong. I am going to beat that bitch senseless and I am going to gain back the fire that I once had. It’s time people start taking me seriously and if I want to be taken for real I will just have to beat people senseless. I am going to make Meg tap the fuck out in the middle of the ring. If my good friend Bobbi Jackson can build herself up and finally overcome all of the bullshit to become a Lockdown Champion then I should be able to do what I need to do in order to get to where I am destined to be.
Christina smirks in return.
Christina Zdunich:
And hopefully I am considered for this big tournament. I an inching to get to where I need to be. Best of luck Kate go out there and do what you do best.
Kate Steele:
Cheers… You know I will…
With that Kate continues to walk with a passion as we go elsewhere.
Christina Zdunich:
Are you okay?!
Kate however just slowly looks over at Christina with an uneasy expression. She shakes her head a bit as she begins to speak.
Kate Steele:
Does it look like I am okay? I feel like I am being disrespected when it comes to this entire company. It’s a bloody fucking conspiracy. I am tired of the way I am being treated and now here I am opening Riot…
Christina shakes her head in disgust.
Christina Zdunich:
At least you are getting booked. For months I have been clamoring for a Junior Heavyweight Championship match and I didn’t get one. Hell I wasn’t even booked on the Super Card. I know for a fact that we are both way better than that. You deserve more for sure after all you were mentored by the likes of me. You paid your dues and I certainly have been paying my dues for the past 14 years. I battled Echo to new heights in this company and am not getting used at all. I honestly don’t know what gives but at least you have a big chance in this big Intercontinental Championship tourney. This is your chance to shine and to finally get back to your winning ways. You were a Lockdown Champion and were a great one at that.
Kate Steele:
You know I was great. I always knew I was among the upper echelon in this company. I should have been a Cloud Gate Champion but of course GVB ruined it with her cheating ass.
Christina Zdunich:
Let that go… You can’t hold onto like a two year old grudge.
Kate Steele:
It just gets me bitter thinking about it, and I fully get it though. I see what they think of me. In everybody’s eyes they see me as some big bloody fucking jobber. I am unfit to do anything. Only used to be a stepping stone for other talent and tonight I am booked in not one but two matches. What are they really trying to do to me? Bury the shit out of me. I deserve so much more than that. But it’s whatever me and Teddy are having some minor marriage issues and yet they still insist on making me team with them. It’s just so frustrating at times…
Christina nods her head.
Christina Zdunich:
Don’t worry about that though because you have Meg Rydell to worry about.
Kate Steele:
Honestly it’s whatever to me. she was talking some shit on Twitter. Trying to tell me she heard me mouthing off before but I don’t give a damn. I am going to prove all of the haters wrong. I am going to beat that bitch senseless and I am going to gain back the fire that I once had. It’s time people start taking me seriously and if I want to be taken for real I will just have to beat people senseless. I am going to make Meg tap the fuck out in the middle of the ring. If my good friend Bobbi Jackson can build herself up and finally overcome all of the bullshit to become a Lockdown Champion then I should be able to do what I need to do in order to get to where I am destined to be.
Christina smirks in return.
Christina Zdunich:
And hopefully I am considered for this big tournament. I an inching to get to where I need to be. Best of luck Kate go out there and do what you do best.
Kate Steele:
Cheers… You know I will…
With that Kate continues to walk with a passion as we go elsewhere.
The scene cuts backstage to Megan Rydell standing in front of a Riot camera with a smile on her face. She’s clearly ecstatic after picking up a huge win at Big In Japan.
Megan Rydell:
I did what I said I was going to do. I beat down Hayley Halsey and I showed the world that once again, I am the best this brand has to offer. But am I being treated that way?
Meg scoffs and shakes her head.
Megan Rydell:
You know, I thought I’d be given better treatment under the new management but it seems like things are the same. While I should automatically receive a shot at the Intercontinental Championship based off of what I’ve done and who I am, I have to go through this whole tournament thing. And I have to fight a loser like Kate Steele.
Meg rolls her eyes.
Megan Rydell:
Haven’t we done this song and dance before? We all know that I’m far superior compared to Kate Steele and when that bell rings tonight? She’s going to be in for a world of hurt because I outclass her in every way whatsoever. Hell, Kate doesn’t even deserve to be in my shadow. She doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near me.
She pauses and nods her head.
Megan Rydell:
But here we are, right? The main event is Megan Rydell versus Kate Steele but it’s not the main event because of her, it’s the main event because of me. I’m the fucking star of Riot, I’m thd best competitor and hardest worker that this company has ever seen. But do I get the recognition for it? No, I don’t. But I keep on working and grinding and pushing forward, while lazy fucks like Devin Hearst get the spotlight.
Meg scoffs.
Megan Rydell:
I’m tired of that shit. I’m tired of morons getting a platform over me that they don’t deserve. So I’m going to go through this tournament and win the Intercontinental Championship and I will become the voice that this company needs and deserve. More importantly, the voice that this brand so desperately needs. But first? First I have to go through the first person who’s dumb enough to stand in my way and that’s you, Kate. You will feel the Beautiful Disaster and you will stay down like the dog you are. Got it? Good.
Meg walks out of the scene and it cuts away.
Megan Rydell:
I did what I said I was going to do. I beat down Hayley Halsey and I showed the world that once again, I am the best this brand has to offer. But am I being treated that way?
Meg scoffs and shakes her head.
Megan Rydell:
You know, I thought I’d be given better treatment under the new management but it seems like things are the same. While I should automatically receive a shot at the Intercontinental Championship based off of what I’ve done and who I am, I have to go through this whole tournament thing. And I have to fight a loser like Kate Steele.
Meg rolls her eyes.
Megan Rydell:
Haven’t we done this song and dance before? We all know that I’m far superior compared to Kate Steele and when that bell rings tonight? She’s going to be in for a world of hurt because I outclass her in every way whatsoever. Hell, Kate doesn’t even deserve to be in my shadow. She doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near me.
She pauses and nods her head.
Megan Rydell:
But here we are, right? The main event is Megan Rydell versus Kate Steele but it’s not the main event because of her, it’s the main event because of me. I’m the fucking star of Riot, I’m thd best competitor and hardest worker that this company has ever seen. But do I get the recognition for it? No, I don’t. But I keep on working and grinding and pushing forward, while lazy fucks like Devin Hearst get the spotlight.
Meg scoffs.
Megan Rydell:
I’m tired of that shit. I’m tired of morons getting a platform over me that they don’t deserve. So I’m going to go through this tournament and win the Intercontinental Championship and I will become the voice that this company needs and deserve. More importantly, the voice that this brand so desperately needs. But first? First I have to go through the first person who’s dumb enough to stand in my way and that’s you, Kate. You will feel the Beautiful Disaster and you will stay down like the dog you are. Got it? Good.
Meg walks out of the scene and it cuts away.
Singles Match
MWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Round one
Kate Steele VS Meg RydellMWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Round one
The announcement of this tournament for a brand new title took everyone by surprise, and so did the announcement of these first round matches. Two former champions clashed in this first round match, although Megan only held the Cloud Gate title for a few minutes. Now that the other company she worked for has gone on a hiatus, the young Rydell only focus was Riot, and this Intercontinental Championship. She made it clear with an impressive start, those kicks of hers immediately creating some difficulties to Steele and earning Megan a couple of near falls. Kate recovered from the shining wizard, getting up to her feet and punching Megan hard on the jaw. With an irish whip she sent the opponent in the corner, kicking her in the face with a running Yakuza kick. From the top she flew with a diving crossbody, taking Rydell down. She rolled through and lifted her over her shoulders, taking a few steps to the corner before performing a rolling fireman’s carry and jump right on the second rope. From there, with a perfect moonsault, she landed on the opponent, hooking the leg for another near fall. The match was pretty much a one way contest, Megan’s determination and her unquestionable skills allowing the 22 years old to dominate the opponent. Kate tried a different approach, switching to a more ground based style, keeping Megan grounded with her submission moves. After a series of arm drags, she locked the former PPW Rogue champion in a fujiwara armbar, looking to tap her out. Megan managed to roll on her back and pin Kate’s shoulders on the mat, almost stealing the win. As they both were back to their feet, Steele charged for a clothesline ducked by Megan who then rocked her hard with a Pele kick. Kate was out on her feet, groggy right in the centre of the ring. Hitting the ropes, Rydell came back with a sling blade, taking her to the mat where she hit her with a somersault legrop. Once again the Siren raised her shoulder in time. It took her a while to get back on her feet, with Megan patiently waiting. And when she did? The former Cloud Gate Champion juped on the middle rope and turned her springboard crucifix driver into a pin, picking up the three count that allowed her to advance to the next round. WINNER: Megan Rydell BY: Pinfall (Rydell Driver), 7:26 |
Sir Figgles: "Did anyone really think Kate could beat Rydell?"
Amy Maynard: "Hey, come on... She put up a valiant effort..."
Sir Figgles: "Yes, but it wasn't enough. Kind of a recurring theme don't you think?"
Amy Maynard: "What's up with you? You're even grumpier than the usual tonight."
Sir Figgles: "Australia. That's what's up with me."
Amy Maynard: "Hey, come on... She put up a valiant effort..."
Sir Figgles: "Yes, but it wasn't enough. Kind of a recurring theme don't you think?"
Amy Maynard: "What's up with you? You're even grumpier than the usual tonight."
Sir Figgles: "Australia. That's what's up with me."
The newly crowned Junior Heavyweight Champion Cheesecake is shown on the big screen, garnering a loud jeer from the Australian fans in attendance. Wearing a big fur coat and vanity glasses, she proudly strides down the backstage hallway with her championship on her shoulder. She passes a couple of workers in the hall who are having a private conversation, and pauses for a moment. Once they halt their chat and turn to her, she impishly points at the title she’s carrying before continuing on her way. It was as if she just wanted them to acknowledge her achievement.
She comes to a stop when she bumps into her bestie, Big Barv. The reaction from the audience this time is mixed; the cheers possibly out of respect for Barv’s many years competing all across his homeland in Australia. He’s standing with his back to the wall, arms folded, silently glowering ahead. When Cheesecake stands by his side and gives him a nudge, he looks down at her.
Cheesecake:
What up, bud? Ya just chillin’?
Typically, Big Barv remains silent. Cheesecake leans against the wall alongside him.
Cheesecake:
Ain't it amazin' what a small change can bring? When ya look at how we were bein' treated over on the other side of the fence, an' ya compare it to how we are on this side… It's almost night an' day.
She shuffles around her big fur coat and fishes around in the pocket of her pants to pull out a candy bar. She tears it open and starts munching away, all the while waving her arms around and continuing her speech.
Cheesecake:
That Chloe Collins… More like Blowee Collins… She ain't got no idea how to manage talent. She had the freshest, most gifted prodigy of a pro wrestler on her roster an' she kept friggin' neglectin' me.
She pauses to take another bite of the chocolate bar, wagging her finger back and forth as she chews.
Cheesecake:
But that Vinnie… Nah, Vinnie's a genius. He recognises talent when he sees it. I betcha he took one look at me an' was like… "This chick's money." He was only puttin' me in those matches to make sure his hunch was right. An' I freakin' delivered, big time. The dude did his homework. An' ya know, maybe if Liv an' Leia an' our old pal Nina did theirs instead of overlookin' me, maybe they woulda stood a better chance last week.
She shrugs and looks up at Barv, who's still standing there, silently.
Cheesecake:
None of that matters now, coz we're here, 'bout to rake in the big bucks. I'm the Junior Heavyweight Champ now, an' ya know what that means, don'tcha? More money for mama. An' if ya do ya job well, like I know ya will, then that means more money for you too!
She tosses the empty candy bar wrapper, leans back against the wall and sighs, taking a moment to admire her championship belt.
Cheesecake:
Ahh, yup… You an' me are gonna be takin' golden showers from now on!
Barv finally moves, looking at Cheesecake with a suspicious side eye in direct reaction to her last remark. Cheesecake either doesn't understand what she said or doesn't care as she continues shining her title belt.
Riot cuts backstage to a concerned Vianca Alvarez walking in the hallway before entering the locker room shortly afterward. The subject of her concern is not too far away as she spots Hayley Halsey sitting down appearing to be in some sort of reflection mode. Vianca notices this and she decides to do whatever it takes to try to perk up her best friend as she sits next to her and tries to get into her thoughts.
Vianca Alvarez:
You’re not bummed about not being booked tonight, are you? Because you know that we can fight this and speak out about this latest injustice that MWE has just thrown at you.
Hayley Halsey:
Why? So it ends up being the same old thing?
Vianca Alvarez:
What are you saying?
Hayley Halsey:
I’m saying that it’s not working. We can protest and complain all we want about something as petty as not being booked on the card or whatever the fuck is going on, but does it actually do anything? Does it actually change anything? Because last I checked, we’re still in the same spot we’re in when I first got here. If I’m going to complain about something, it’s the fact that I’m STILL stuck on square one and that I’m grossly sick and tired of it. And yet… I’m not even going to complain about that…
Vianca Alvarez:
Oh come on, Hayley. Don’t tell me that the whole Megan Rydell crap got to you that much. She’s too irrelevant for you to even worry about, remember?
Hayley Halsey:
No, it’s not that. It was something else that happened that weekend. I did everything that I could to get Vicky into the fold because I figured with her having our backs, things would be so much better. I thought that by taking advantage of the fact that she hadn’t had her big break in MWE, she’d see things my way and that we would be a coalition that would uproot the status quo of this company. Not only did that not happen but…
Vianca Alvarez:
...she beat Gavin Grimes. She got her big break.
Hayley Halsey:
No… she MADE her big break.
Vianca Alvarez:
I’m sure there’s someone else we can bring into the fold that can help guide you to get to where you want to be.
Hayley Halsey:
No. If I go out and get a big name to mentor me, the first thing they’re going to do is make it all about themselves when it should be all about me! I’m a leader, not a follower! It’s just… UGH… I really despise admitting this but… Vicky wasn’t totally wrong on some of the stuff she was saying.
Vianca Alvarez:
Don’t go “turning over a new leaf” on me now.
Hayley Halsey:
Pffft! Hell with that crap! But she’s not wrong…
Vianca Alvarez:
What do you mean?
Hayley Halsey:
I am focusing far too much on “conspiracy theories” and feeling like this company is out to get me. I shouldn’t. I’m focusing too much on the past. I’m focusing too much on my career before I got here and how disjointed it was because PHW was unstable, California Wrestling was corrupt, and these other companies just couldn’t cut the mustard. I didn’t have any stability before I came here. It’s obvious that what worked for me in PHW and Corrupted Wrestling won’t work for me here. So let’s just drop the “conspiracy theory” and “protest” garbage and move on, okay?
Vianca Alvarez:
Admitting that Vicky’s right isn’t going to solve anything…
Hayley Halsey:
By itself? No. I’m not going to just “let her win”. No, I’m going to give a nice big “fuck you” to her by being what she WAS when she was my age… only BETTER! It’s MY TURN to become the “sophisticated center of attention” and I’m going to do it in a way that’s SO much better than the way SHE ever did it.
Vianca Alvarez: How are you going to do that?
Hayley Halsey:
You’ll see…
Hayley stands up and instructs Vianca to do the same.
Hayley Halsey:
The first thing that I am going to tell you though? You might want to brush up on those wrestling skills again.
Vianca’s eyes widen in surprise. Hayley walks past her without saying another word before she leaves the room.
Vianca Alvarez:
Hayley… you didn’t just say that did you? What are you planning? Hayley?
A concerned Vianca Alvarez bolts out of the locker room trying to catch up with Hayley, worried about the bizarre, out of left field recommendation that Hayley just gave her as the scene cuts out.
Vianca Alvarez:
You’re not bummed about not being booked tonight, are you? Because you know that we can fight this and speak out about this latest injustice that MWE has just thrown at you.
Hayley Halsey:
Why? So it ends up being the same old thing?
Vianca Alvarez:
What are you saying?
Hayley Halsey:
I’m saying that it’s not working. We can protest and complain all we want about something as petty as not being booked on the card or whatever the fuck is going on, but does it actually do anything? Does it actually change anything? Because last I checked, we’re still in the same spot we’re in when I first got here. If I’m going to complain about something, it’s the fact that I’m STILL stuck on square one and that I’m grossly sick and tired of it. And yet… I’m not even going to complain about that…
Vianca Alvarez:
Oh come on, Hayley. Don’t tell me that the whole Megan Rydell crap got to you that much. She’s too irrelevant for you to even worry about, remember?
Hayley Halsey:
No, it’s not that. It was something else that happened that weekend. I did everything that I could to get Vicky into the fold because I figured with her having our backs, things would be so much better. I thought that by taking advantage of the fact that she hadn’t had her big break in MWE, she’d see things my way and that we would be a coalition that would uproot the status quo of this company. Not only did that not happen but…
Vianca Alvarez:
...she beat Gavin Grimes. She got her big break.
Hayley Halsey:
No… she MADE her big break.
Vianca Alvarez:
I’m sure there’s someone else we can bring into the fold that can help guide you to get to where you want to be.
Hayley Halsey:
No. If I go out and get a big name to mentor me, the first thing they’re going to do is make it all about themselves when it should be all about me! I’m a leader, not a follower! It’s just… UGH… I really despise admitting this but… Vicky wasn’t totally wrong on some of the stuff she was saying.
Vianca Alvarez:
Don’t go “turning over a new leaf” on me now.
Hayley Halsey:
Pffft! Hell with that crap! But she’s not wrong…
Vianca Alvarez:
What do you mean?
Hayley Halsey:
I am focusing far too much on “conspiracy theories” and feeling like this company is out to get me. I shouldn’t. I’m focusing too much on the past. I’m focusing too much on my career before I got here and how disjointed it was because PHW was unstable, California Wrestling was corrupt, and these other companies just couldn’t cut the mustard. I didn’t have any stability before I came here. It’s obvious that what worked for me in PHW and Corrupted Wrestling won’t work for me here. So let’s just drop the “conspiracy theory” and “protest” garbage and move on, okay?
Vianca Alvarez:
Admitting that Vicky’s right isn’t going to solve anything…
Hayley Halsey:
By itself? No. I’m not going to just “let her win”. No, I’m going to give a nice big “fuck you” to her by being what she WAS when she was my age… only BETTER! It’s MY TURN to become the “sophisticated center of attention” and I’m going to do it in a way that’s SO much better than the way SHE ever did it.
Vianca Alvarez: How are you going to do that?
Hayley Halsey:
You’ll see…
Hayley stands up and instructs Vianca to do the same.
Hayley Halsey:
The first thing that I am going to tell you though? You might want to brush up on those wrestling skills again.
Vianca’s eyes widen in surprise. Hayley walks past her without saying another word before she leaves the room.
Vianca Alvarez:
Hayley… you didn’t just say that did you? What are you planning? Hayley?
A concerned Vianca Alvarez bolts out of the locker room trying to catch up with Hayley, worried about the bizarre, out of left field recommendation that Hayley just gave her as the scene cuts out.
Singles Match
MWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Round one
Josh Holloway VS YukiMWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Round one
Millennium’s own Yuki didn’t have the best of times during the tour in her home country and was looking at this match as her opportunity to bounce back. Bad luck her opponent was a 6’5’’, 265 pounds fifteen years veteran who still had a major chip on his shoulder after coming this close to win in the ladder match back at Big In Japan this past Sunday. The little Kaiju tried, especially in the first part of the match, to impose her rhythm but her kicks barely seemed to affect the big man. One right hand to the jaw was all it took to put a halt to Yuki’s offense, sending the young japanese on her back. Holloway, making his Riot debut tonight, definitely impressed his new fans with a show of brutal strength and absolute dominance, tossing Yuki around like a rag doll with various suplex variations; German, double underhook and a swinging vertical one after which he floated right into a cover for a count of two. Never one to give up, Yuki kept fighting showing that heart and determination that brought her talent to attention when she started back in NOW. No matter how many times Josh took her down, no matter what he threw at her, she refused to stay down and kept coming back with those hard kicks, her weapon of choice to chop the big man down. Aiming at his legs, constantly on the move to stay away from those stone like punches, the brave young girl finally took the veteran to his knee, and quickly charged at him with a single leg dropkick. With Holloway down, Yuki kept working on his leg, jumping on the knee with a double foot stomp. Her strategy was paying off, the grimace of pain printed on Josh face a clear sign that the work done on that leg was taking its toll on the veteran. All she had to do now was to put him in her Rolling Thunder, the Indian Deathlock submission. She was putting a lot of pressure on Holloway’s knee, and he had do dig down deep to find the energy needed to drag himself to the ropes. Yuki had to let him go, and you could tell the young girl was a little disheartened. Her most effective move wasn’t enough to beat her opponent, who was now back on his feet, slightly favoring that leg. She went for another kick, he blocked it and pushed her foot upwards. The athletic japanese landed on his feet but Josh was right there and kicked her in the stomach, picking her in a powerbomb position and dropped her on the turnbuckle.Stunned, she stumbled back toward him, right into the Last Rites (rolling cutter). Josh Holloway advanced to the next round. WINNER: Josh Holloway BY: Pinfall (Last Rites), 7:45 |
Sir Figgles: "Yay. Another boring first round match, four more to go."
Amy Maynard: "The size difference was just too mach for the young japanese."
Sir Figgles: "If there's a good thing about all this, is that Riot is now 2-0"
Amy Maynard: "Yeah, the green brand is up to a good start."
Amy Maynard: "The size difference was just too mach for the young japanese."
Sir Figgles: "If there's a good thing about all this, is that Riot is now 2-0"
Amy Maynard: "Yeah, the green brand is up to a good start."
The scene cuts to a previously recorded segment. The face of Chris Constantine Jr., with the newly won MWE Title on his shoulder, gives a huge smile to the camera.
Chris Constantine Junior:
MWE universe and Riot scum! It is I! Your NEW MWE Champion Chris Constantine Jr, blessing your screens with my presence as the new face of MWE. Now I would be joining all you lovely people in attendance and the inbred folk of the Riot roster, except for Brien Storm. You're cool, bud. But I can’t be there because being the new face of MWE, it would hurt the MWE brand if I was to show up to the secondary show. But don’t worry, thanks to technology I’m able to send out a message via video. Now as MWE champion, everything will be mostly the same as when what’s her face had the title last….with some minor changes.
The camera zooms back to reveal a PowerPoint board with Rule Number One on the screen.
Chris Constantine Junior:
First! The male rosters will come to the arena with suits while the female wrestlers will show up in dresses. We are professional athletes and role models for the youth of the world. So showing up in sweats or clothes with holes in them will no longer be tolerated under my regime. This will take effect immediately and I will have personal to enforce the dress code. If you refuse to dress by these standards then a fine will be docked from your paycheck and the proceeds will go to the MWE Christmas Party at the end of the year that you will not be invited to.
Chris points at the board and the screen goes to Rule Number Two.
Chris Constantine Junior:
Secondly! Swear words will not be used in segments and will not be uttered inside the ring. In doing so you will be docked 50 dollars from your paycheck for every swear word used. All money will be placed in a swear jar and the proceeds will be used for the MWE Summer Picnic that will be mandatory for all MWE roster members to attend.
Chris touches the board again and the slide changes to Rule Number Three.
Chris Constantine Junior:
Thirdly, and I can’t believe I have to say this, but it has been a growing complaint for the past couple of weeks, especially from the Riot roster, but after every match, wrestlers will take showers before they leave the arena. I’m talking about you Nina, you smelly fuck.
A hand extends out holding a jar that says Swear Jar. Chris pulls out a 50 dollar bill from his pocket and places it in the jar. The jar is then pulled away and Chris is able to go back to talking.
Chris Constantine Junior:
These and many more rules will be outlined in the MWE Rule Book that you will be receiving in the mail in the next couple of days. Read it from front to back and when you think you have everything down, read it again. There will be a test at the end of the month and if you don’t get a one hundred percent you will be fired.
The camera zooms in on Constantine as the segment finally comes to an end.
Chris Constantine Junior:
MWE has gone through some hard times ladies and gentlemen. But under my watch, and a little bit of hope and change, MWE will be great again. God bless the MWE fans, and God Bless MWE.
Chris gives one last smile as he grabs a firm hold onto his MWE Title.
The lights in the arena dim momentarily and a chorus can be heard humming through the arena before the tron lights up and Ravenhead by Orden Ogan begins to play and Henri Black makes his entrance to a thunderous ovation and a chant of “Welcome Home” from the Newcastle crowd.
As Henri makes his way down the aisle he pauses on for a moment and poses with a group of fans holding up an Australian flag before continuing on to collect a microphone at ringside and rolling into the ring.
Henri Black:
As flattering as that ovation was, you guys do know I’m not from here right, my House is in Adelaide.
The fans respond to Henri’s less than serious question with the staple chant of any Australian sporting event “Aussie Aussie Aussie” from half the sans followed by “Oi Oi Oi” from the other half eliciting a shrug and a smirk from Henri.
Henri Black:
I guess that makes sense and I’m just as happy to see you as you are to see me, after all it’s been a long time since I was back in Australia and after what happened a few days ago I really feel the need to celebrate.
Henri walks into the corner and lifts himself into a seated position on the top turnbuckle.
Henri Black:
But before we get to tonight's celebration I have a first round match up in the tournament that will crown MWE’s first ever Intercontinental Champion, so let’s get things started because the sooner I win this match the sooner my victory parade begins! So let’s get the ref out here, oh and send down my opponent!
As Henri makes his way down the aisle he pauses on for a moment and poses with a group of fans holding up an Australian flag before continuing on to collect a microphone at ringside and rolling into the ring.
Henri Black:
As flattering as that ovation was, you guys do know I’m not from here right, my House is in Adelaide.
The fans respond to Henri’s less than serious question with the staple chant of any Australian sporting event “Aussie Aussie Aussie” from half the sans followed by “Oi Oi Oi” from the other half eliciting a shrug and a smirk from Henri.
Henri Black:
I guess that makes sense and I’m just as happy to see you as you are to see me, after all it’s been a long time since I was back in Australia and after what happened a few days ago I really feel the need to celebrate.
Henri walks into the corner and lifts himself into a seated position on the top turnbuckle.
Henri Black:
But before we get to tonight's celebration I have a first round match up in the tournament that will crown MWE’s first ever Intercontinental Champion, so let’s get things started because the sooner I win this match the sooner my victory parade begins! So let’s get the ref out here, oh and send down my opponent!
Singles Match
MWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Round one
Henri Black VS Nikki KnightMWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Round one
A thunderous ovation welcomed Henri Black as he stepped for the first time in years inside a ring in his home country. After the impressive performance at Big In Japan, the huge win in the Deathmatch Steel Cage match against Pierce Manning, the 31 years old was rightfully considered one of the favorite in this tournament. The first obstacle on his way to the Intercontinental Championship was one pissed Nikki Knight, whose match on the last ppv pre-show against her sister ended in a double count out. But on top of his taste for violence, the Blackstar was also a fine wrestler, and the first two minutes where he traded holds with the Canadian Knightmare was the reminded the fans needed. A standing switch to bring himself behind Nikki’s shoulders and this time he pushed her against the near ropes, clubbing her with a heavy forearm strike to the lower back. Wasting no time, he picked the opponent up and connected a back suplex, making the first cover attempt for a two count. When she kicked out, Henri brought her to the corner, slamming her face on the turnbuckle, grabbing her wrist to whip her in the opposite corner. Knight held on the top rope with her free hand, blocking the attempt and getting kicked in the stomach and back into the corner by the Blackstar, who rocked the opponent with a forearm to the face before attempting another irish whip. This time Nikki reversed it, but exploiting his greatest strength, Black countered it again, sending her back in the same corner she came from and charging at her. Knight pulled the referee between herself and the charging opponent who just barely managed to stop before knocking out the official with an elbow strike. All of a sudden Knight pushed the referee away and exploited that brief moment he had his attention turned to kick Henri down there and shove him shoulder first against the corner post. The right shoulder, the one Henri injured a long time ago and that kept him on the sideline for a full year. We will never know if Nikki planned on it or if it was a lucky shot but all of a sudden the Canadian Knightmare found a weakness to exploit. Holding him now in a wrist lock, she exited the ring, walking on the apron a few steps before dropping down and dragging his arm down, making it bounce on the top rope. Quickly back in the ring she kicked that same part multiple times, leaving Henri standing there licking his wounds while she hit the ropes with a handspring to knock him down with the Chivalry Is Dead. Black powered out in two. The match went on, Nikki stuck to that pattern and kept working the shoulder. Her offense started becoming predictable, making it easy for Henri to dodge yet another and take her down with a double leg sweep. A few kicks to the leg and then he locked her in a heel hook. The ropes weren’t too far away and, albeit not without effort, she managed to reach them. Henri let her go immediately but her moment of relief didn’t last long. He dragged her back to the middle of the ring and twisted her ankle and this time the pain was too much for her to handle. WINNER: Henri Black BY: Submission (Memento Mori), 7:03 |
Amy Maynard: "Black has been an unstoppable force since joining Riot, and he keeps his momentum tonight."
Sir Figgles: "That's why he's the favorite to win the Intercontinental Championship."
Amy Maynard: "One of the, at least. Don't forget the likes of..."
Sir Figgles: "No, I mean the favorite. Ask the guys running the gambling joint backstage."
Amy Maynard: "The... what?"
Sir Figgles: "I said we should go backstage, I'm sure there's someone who's saying some stuff."
Sir Figgles: "That's why he's the favorite to win the Intercontinental Championship."
Amy Maynard: "One of the, at least. Don't forget the likes of..."
Sir Figgles: "No, I mean the favorite. Ask the guys running the gambling joint backstage."
Amy Maynard: "The... what?"
Sir Figgles: "I said we should go backstage, I'm sure there's someone who's saying some stuff."
Backstage we find Glory Braddock in her dressing room in the Newcastle Entertainment Centre. Braddock is seated on the sofa next to Sophie O’Brian and Sophie’s older brother Mark O’Brian. Sophie seems to have a slight smile on her face, all despite the fact that she lost an MWE Championship match at Big In Japan.
Sophie O’Brian:
So this is what a Riot show looks like? Hmmm…
Mark O’Brian:
Where’s the damn alcohol?!
Sophie rolls her eyes. The British Bombshell just chuckles lightly.
Glory Braddock:
The champagne? Oh it’s somewhere around here.
Sophie O’Brian:
Yes, go look for it you big dumb ape.
The much larger and muscular of the trio furrows his brow in confusion as he looks at his sister.
Mark O’Brian:
I’m not a member of APE?
Sophie O’Brian:
JUST GO YOU BLUBBERING FOOL!
Nothing else needs to be said. Mark shrugs his shoulders as he gets up and exits the scene. Glory laughs out loud this time.
Glory Braddock:
You are too hard on your brother, you know that?
Sophie O’Brian:
Sometimes he NEEDS harsh treatment. But what about you, Glory? How does it feel to finally be honest with yourself and everyone else out there in the world?
The so-called “Best in the World” pauses to consider the question. A few moments later she smirks knowingly, nodding her head.
Glory Braddock:
It feels good, mate.
Sophie O’Brian:
I knew it would. This is the first step to achieving your goals, Glory. Trust me, I know what I am talking about. I am the better strategist of the three of us, if you recall.
Glory Braddock:
I’m willing to admit that…if you’re willing to admit that I’m the better wrestler.
Now it’s the Irish beauty who is pausing to consider this statement. A smirk of her own forms upon her face but she shakes her head, indicating a negative response.
Sophie O’Brian:
Not willing to say that, love. You’re my best friend but inside the ring you and I both are hyper competitive. And inside we are evenly matched. In a series of ten matches we would win five each. This is why we are better united, together, and not fighting one another. And I am disappointed that I could not join you here on Riot in your quest to bring about a Glorious Golden Era. You know I would help you, don’t you?
Braddock nods her head.
Glory Braddock:
I know, and I appreciate it, but you have goals of your own, Sophie, and I will not be selfish enough to pull you away from those. You came close to becoming MWE Champion at Big In Japan. You stay on Millennium, you fight your fight there, and take the gold that you know you deserve.
Sophie O’Brian:
Thank you, mate, but I am under no illusions of so quickly being pushed back into the championship picture. To be perfectly honest with you, I was surprised I made it to the main event of a pay per view here so quickly. How soon will I get another opportunity? I cannot say. Until then I know I have an opportunity with this Intercontinental Championship Tournament and tonight I have Dean Smith…
Mark O’Brian suddenly reemerges with a bottle of champagne. He is drinking it straight from the bottle.
Mark O’Brian:
The former Carolina head coach?
Again Glory Braddock cannot help but laugh. Sophie, however, does not find her brother’s ignorance very amusing. She smacks him in the back of his head.
Sophie O’Brian:
No!
Sophie gets up off of the sofa and walks off. Mark shrugs his shoulders.
Mark O’Brian:
Was it something I said?
Singles Match
MWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Round one
Null VS Brien StormMWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Round one
Fourth match of the night and until now it’s been a clean round for the Riot representative. Null was determined to turn the trend, coming out strong off the gate and overwhelming Storm with his quick moves and a smart use of the ropes as a springboard to hit the Favorite Worst Nightmare from all angles. Brien seemed slower and less fluid in his movements, probably still nursing the bad knee targeted by Devin Hearst less than a week ago. Storm was at the ropes, ready to send Null up and over as the wolf boy charged in. Landing on the apron, Null was quick to kick the opponent in the head and send him stumbling to the centre of the ring. A springboard dropkick took the Captain down, a running moonsault followed right after and pinned him down. Brien kicked out and tried to turn the tides, reversing an irish whip and catching Null as he rebounded back from the ropes with a scoop powerslam. The two time EIW World champion was all over Null now, slamming his shoulder in his midsection in the corner. He then lifted the opponent in a delayed vertical suplex position from which the wolf boy tried to escape dropping knee strikes to the head. And he succeeded, landing on his feet and trying to behead Brien with a roundhouse kick, catching nothing but thin air as the Favorite Worst Nightmare crouched and took him off his feet with a leg sweep. Storm went for a knee drop but Null moved out of the way causing him to land the bad knee on the mat. This immediately painted a painful expression on his face but despite that, he still managed to dodge Null’s The Kill (spinning back side kick) by dropping on the floor and quickly rolling out of the ring. Null dragged him up to his feet and punched him on the face four times, leaving him stunned. He then grabbed the top rope with both hands, using it to slingshot himself on the outside and plant the opponent head first on the apron with a ddt. But his spectacular and over elaborated plan backfired as Brien took a step to the side and caught him over his shoulders, dropping him with a death valley driver on the apron. The Unforecasted Storm is a move that rarely fails under normal circumstances, but a apron version was a sentence for Null. Once again a Riot roster member advanced to the next round. WINNER: Brien Storm BY: Pinfall (Unforecasted Storm), 8:43 |
Amy Maynard: "And Brien advances to the next round."
Sir Figgles: "Anyone still questioning that Riot is the superior roster?"
Sir Figgles: "Anyone still questioning that Riot is the superior roster?"
Backstage in the locker room especially designed for “The British Bombshell” herself, we find Glory Braddock sitting on a rather comfortable plush sofa…you don’t find many of those in locker rooms now do you? But for Glory Braddock, a woman with wealth and a woman who claims to be The Best in the World, nothing is too good for her. Braddock is wearing her standard ring attire, only instead of the purple color which she is usually fond of, she is wearing all black. Her long blonde hair hangs unrestrained to below the shoulders. She has a glass of what may be champagne in her right hand.
Glory Braddock:
You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
The self-proclaimed Best in the World chuckles lightly before taking a sip of her champagne.
Glory Braddock:
You know, I hate quoting a Batman movie, especially considering the fact that Batman is so bloody overrated that it isn’t even funny. The figure is so bloody pathetic that they can’t even stick with one actor to play the role. Every damn Batman film that comes out has a new actor playing the role. Every film is a bloody reboot of the series. That’s called inconsistency.
Braddock motions to herself.
Glory Braddock:
But me? I am the very definition of consistency. I am a three time professional wrestling Hall of Famer. I have won fourteen world championships. I could have retired after that third Hall of Fame and subsequent fourteenth world title and I would have gone done in history as a hero in the eyes of everyone. But as I just said, I am the very definition of consistency and I am not in this business for my own fame and…pardon the pun…and glory. I am in this business to improve wrestling, to do what is best for wrestling. And I have always been consistent in that quest. Every time I go out to that ring I put on a five star performance. It does not matter who you put up against me, I have beaten them all. Andreas Lasiewicz? You may have heard of him? Well I was the first person to make him tap out!
Booing can be heard in the background, as the fans know of this incident and they know that this ending came as a result of dubious circumstances, but Glory ignores it. She does not care of their opinions right now.
Glory Braddock:
Want to fight me in a mat wrestling clinic? I’ll beat you. Want to take to the air? I’ll beat you there too. Even if you want to take it hardcore, to the extreme, I can beat you there too, despite the fact that it is nothing but garbage wrestling and should not be allowed in my beloved sport. I have consistently performed at the top of my game each and every time I set foot inside the ring. I have taken down tyrants who threatened the very existence of wrestling promotions. I beat up bullies and made monsters cry like little bitches. And I did all of this for you the fans…you are welcome…
The crowd again boos loudly. Braddock just chuckles as she takes another sip of her champagne.
Glory Braddock:
I could have retired early and had always been remembered as the hero that I am. But I couldn’t do that because it would make me a hypocrite. That’s not who I am. I am the person willing to continue the fight, I am the person willing to fight on for the good of professional wrestling even if it means becoming a villain in the process, which is what happened. The fans out there do not always know what is best for them. God knows a promoter who hasn’t seen the inside of a wrestling ring doesn’t know what is best for this sport either. But someone like me, who was born and raised in this sport, I do know what is best for wrestling, and I am prepared to do whatever is necessary to restore wrestling to its proper place.
The self-proclaimed Best in the World sets her champagne glass down and then leans forward, staring intensely into the camera.
Glory Braddock:
A no holds barred match is definitely not pure wrestling. It is garbage. It is a carnival act for sick freaks who get joy out of seeing blood and gore. And see, that’s the only chance in hell Nina has against me. Because she knows, just as everyone else here knows, that in a straight up wrestling match no one can touch me. In a straight up wrestling match I am The Best in the World. But anything is possible when you can throw anything and everything, including a literal kitchen sink at someone. So why is MWE putting their best pure wrestler in this situation against someone who, quite honestly, is beneath me? Is it because I interfered in the tag team title match at Big in Japan?
Braddock scowls angrily as she shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
Each and every one of you should have been welcoming my arrival, you should have been on your hands and knees thanking me for coming just in time to do what I can to avoid Neil and Kyle getting screwed over yet again. But then again that’s what everyone wants, isn’t it? Myself, Neil, and Kyle, we are Glorious Golden Era and we represent the purity of this sport, but therein lies the rub. Everyone wants chaos and anarchy. No one wants pure wrestling anymore. So they stop me. And they throw Nina at me in a no holds barred match to punish me.
The British Bombshell shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
Well it won’t work. This little punishment you have concocted is not going to work out the way the fans want. The fans and the locker room will be so disappointed when I beat Nina with an inch of her life and then just for good measure choke her ass out. You will be upset, you will be angry with me, but that anger and resentment will be temporary. Someday you will look back on all of this and realize that I was right, you will realize that I was doing this for YOU and for this sport that I love so much. You will come crawling back to me, saying “thank you, Glory!” And I will say…
She winks at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
…you’re welcome.
No Holds Barred Match
Glory Braddock VS NinaAt Big In Japan, Nina ruined the Golden Era’s plans to become Tag Team champions when she attacked Glory during her attempted interference to favor her partners in their match for the gold. This match was her shot at vengeance, an opportunity to get her hands on the former intern, and perhaps make an example out of the to show everybody what happens when you get in the New Golden Era business. The two women went immediately down to business, trading hands in the centre of the ring. Nina certainly gave the 14 times world champion a run for her money, holding her own against veteran, answering strike for strike. And just when Glory seemed to have the upper end, the Snakebit caught her with the unpredictable Viper Sting. After leaving Braddock floored, the former left the ring and brought in a steel chair, perfectly legal in a no holds barred match. No better way to make up for the experience gap than some well placed shots to the back, leaving Glory in pain on her hands and knees. The next step was dropping the chair on the mat and lifting Glory for a brainbuster on top of it, but the plan backfired and the Best In The World managed to shift her weight and landing behind Nina’s shoulders. A punch to the kidneys and then a reverse DDT to give the Viper a taste of her own medicine. The intensity the two women brought into this match couldn’t be contained between the ropes and the fight spilled to the outside. Nina was perfectly at ease on the outside, using the surroundings in a creative way and showing a certain confidence with weapons, confirming what she shown back at Red Line. After driving the opponent’s head on the post a couple of times, she sent Glory against the barricade and reached her with a yakuza kick. As Braddock slid down to a seated position, Nina placed a steel chair right over her face and climbed to the barricade, running on top of it and jumping at the opponent with a missile drop kick. She then dragged Glory back in the ring, already anticipating what could be a huge win against one of the biggest names on Riot, and made the cover, but the Best In The World kicked out in two. Things kept escalating and by the end of the match, the ring resembled a war zone. Dented chairs, a broken table and the motionless body of Nina laying in the debris. The irony was that she was the one who set that up and tried to superplex the veteran onto it, but Glory hammered her with some forearm to the head and slid down between her legs and you turned this against her. Nina wasn’t moving, rolling out of the ring and grabbing a microphone. By the time she went back, the former intern was starting to get up, Glory crouched down in front of her and told her that messing with the New Golden Era was the biggest mistake she ever made. And smacked the mic on her head with a thud. Then she addressed the crowd, telling them that “This is what will happen to those who stand on our way”. And on her words, Kyle Butler and Neil Newman came out to the ring. The fans started booing, understanding what was about to happen. It didn’t stop them to lay down a beating to the Chicago born. Punches, kicks. stomps.. All coordinated by Braddock. Nina’s fiancée Camari came out to check on her, just in time to see the Golden Era to hit her with their End Of An Era. The redhead yelled at them to stop, but her plead fell on deaf ears. Instead, they lifted the Snakebite and dropped her into the Gloria In Excelsis Deo, The statement was made, and with that the Glorious Golden Era put the entire roster on notice. WINNER: Glory Braddock BY: Pinfall (Gloria In Excelsis Deo), 9:09 |
Sir Figgles: "All hail the Glorious Golden Era!"
Amy Maynard: "This was absolutely unnecessary."
Sir Figgles: "It's a statement Amy. Now people will think twice before stepping in these guys business."
Amy Maynard: "This was absolutely unnecessary."
Sir Figgles: "It's a statement Amy. Now people will think twice before stepping in these guys business."
The scene cuts backstage to the locker room of Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh. Qiyara is in one corner of the room, meditating as she prepares for their upcoming Valentine’s Gauntlet tag match. Rhett is in the middle of the room, as he just finishes stretching and is now jumping up and down on his two feet. Qiyara opens her eyes and smiles as she looks towards Rhett, who points out the camera.
Rhett Adelson:
Looks like we have a little visitor before our big match here on Riot. While Qiyara and I are used to fighting on the Millennium brand, we are glad to be here at Riot to show off what we’re made of. Isn’t that right?
A smirk appears on her face as she nods before rolling her neck.
Qiyara Singh:
Indeed!
She comments while standing up to her feet from her kneeled position.
Qiyara Singh:
It's been some time since we’ve had a match on the Riot Brand, but it seems like with the particular criteria set forth in this Valentine’s Day Gauntlet, there is no time like the present to continue to show the entire roster of MWE what we’re made of, and truthfully, no other team in this match who matches our same momentum.
She now walks over to stand next to Rhett as the camera zooms in.
Rhett Adelson:
Some might think that winning a gauntlet is all about luck and getting great placement but when it comes to a tag team gauntlet? It’s all about who you have on your side, backing you up.
Rhett grabs Yara’s hand and smiles.
Rhett Adelson:
While everyone has their lover as their partner in this match, my Valentine is also my legit tag team partner. I know that I have the right person by my side. When it’s Yara and I together? The sky's the limit and we are going to use this match to elevate us to the top of this tag division. We’re aiming for those tag titles and this is how we get a great start to climb that ladder.
She gives his hand a light squeeze before she speaks once more.
Qiyara Singh:
So come time for us to head out to that ring, the ideal won’t be to focus on alloys like Steel, or even precious metals that are golden sealed, no note of Fabulous or even a Nightfall Show, and Mercer and Dalton won’t be the ones you need to know. There’s only two names that mean a thing, and that’s Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh.
She gives a lovely wink to the tune of her rhyme before a small laugh escapes her lips.
Qiyara Singh:
We have faith in the abilities we bring, and New South Wales, you will be the first in Australia to experience our continual rise.
Rhett smiles and nods in approval of what Qiyara said.
Rhett Adelson:
Now we can sit here and run down a list of why we’re better than so and so and all of that fun jazz but why waste your time? Simply put, Yara and I are going to go out there and give everything we have. It doesn’t matter if we’re the first team or the last team to enter the gauntlet and it doesn’t matter which teams we have to fight… They’re going to get the same battle from us as any other team will, so let me lay this out in simple terms for you. Yara and I? We’re going to be the toughest team out there. So to all of you in this match? Bring your absolute best… Because you’re going to need it.
Qiyara smiles now signifying that she couldn’t have said it any better.
Qiyara Singh:
As it is written, so shall it be, and as always New South Wales, we leave them SinghingOffQi!
A gesture is made to signify tag team gold and knowing what the prize shall be once the gauntlet is done. At the end as she approaches forward she offers a slight smile as she and Rhett both state.
Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh:
See you out there!
We then turn toward the location of Vincent Moretti’s office for the evening and it’s another out of the arena location where people get a nice view of the outside while shopping around for fresh seafood. As patrons go around this ridiculous table sit in the middle, Vincent Moretti is leaning back on his office chair with his trademark cane in one hand and his silver suit shining through per usual on the silver fox. There is even a plate where he got some fresh oysters but haven’t opened them just yet on a tray on his desk.
Vincent Moretti:
At least today isn’t a bad day outside…
He doesn’t have the usual smile on his face about his job. This even earns a couple of eyeball stares from the patrons getting seafood. The outside air from this stall/restaurant makes his silver hair blow in a number of directions.
??:
Which is why I’d like to go enjoy it, Vinny.
Standing across from Moretti, RIOT Championship draped over his exposed abs under a black, blue and pink floral shirt, stands Devin Hearst. Less-than-amused by being called to the GM’s office like a student to the principal, Hearst examines his nails for nothing in particular over the top of aviator sunglasses. Looming over him stands the mountain monster hired as his personal goon, Andrew Wilkow. As confused passersby go to stare at the “Big Boss”, they quickly dart aways as Wilkow glares back in their direction.
Devin Hearst:
So, what’s this about, Vin Diesel? Come to pat me on the back? Compliments for being the only champ to retain their belt? Big parade for keeping RIOT on-top, again? I can pencil in some time.
Vincent Moretti:
Champ.
Vincent’s tone is neutral when he states that before gesturing for him to take a seat.
Vincent Moretti:
I suppose I could congratulate you on being the only champion that retained in Japan but...I don’t want to waste either of our time. You know why you’re here. It has more to do with your extracurricular activity at the end of Night 1 that was aired at Night 2.
The general manager has a frown on his face as he states all of this. The champion, however, can’t stop his grin from breaking out. He kicks back in his chair, finally locking eyes with Moretti.
Devin Hearst:
Somebody had to make it right, man. Millennium needed a wake-up call. Well, wakey wakey, eggs and fuckin’ bakey. We can call it … cutthroat business.You should be happy,Vincent. You have the biggest name in the company on your brand. Everyone’s gotta be talkin’ about me.
Vincent raises his eyebrow as he contemplates this further.
Vincent Moretti:
You’ll find that business goes both ways, brother. And it isn’t just about one person in this company. It isn’t just about which brand somebody represents either. And for every person that is wondering what you’re doing, there’s three or four that are calling me right now wondering what kind of consequences you need to receive because many people here wanted to see Miss Rollins wrestle and now they can’t. And that responsibility is on you.
Hearst doesn’t lose his grin, but gains something new behind his eyes. There’s a fire there. The burning resentment that pushed Devin to his more … devious exploits.
Devin Hearst:
The bias kills me, Vinny. It really does. Everybody wants to throw themselves on the grenade for Tiff, just so she can pretend nobody gives a shit about her, and the cycle goes on. I carved Constantine Jr. up like the fucking turkey he is, and I got a heroes welcome! Hell, he hanged me on television, in front of my damn girlfriend no less, and where was his ‘punishment’? Fact of the matter is, I can go above the company, BECAUSE I AM BIGGER THAN THE COMPANY!
The fury breaks through as he slams his hand on the desk, catching more than enough confused glances from those now hurriedly passing by. After a few deep breaths and a pat on the back from Wilkow, Hearst finds his ‘good vibrations’ once again.
Devin Hearst:
Look … you do what you gotta do. I get it, man. I run plenty of my own businesses, and you need to set examples, but I want you to really think about something, Vin: who’s the draw on your brand? Who could you really put out there that’d keep this brand, that’s just starting to pick up traction, on the rise? ‘Cause I’m lookin’ around, and I don’t see a damn person that could. Not better than me. Powers-that-be pressuring you to do something? I’ll write a check and we call it a day. Could even call ourselves “partners”, ya dig? That, or you can really try and get in my way, and the next question you have to ask is are you ready to go back to just being a ring manager once RIOT goes belly-up? ‘Kay, Vinny? That’s up to you.
Vincent scowls down and he isn’t exactly thrilled with the power-play. He just leans on his desk.
Vincent Moretti:
Young man, you have quite the inflated sense of worth. Bigger than the brand? Bigger than the company? I’m not sure about that one though I know you’re worth a lot to any wrestling company. You know I don’t have a say on matters involving Constantine. His contract is for the other brand. I’d treat him the same way I’d treat you and you know that. I can’t speak for the other brand but I want the people representing this brand to be held to the highest standards of professionalism. Especially my champions because you have even more responsibility.
There’s even a sense of a smirk coming on Vincent’s face as he eyeballs his champion.
Vincent Moretti:
There are a number of stars on our brand that want what you have. We both know that. I’m sure you’ll make up the money you’d lose on this fine just on one of those matches. You know I have to look out for everyone. Not just you. But believe it or not, I am looking out for you as well. It’s just much easier for me to make that case when you don’t jump somebody while they’re being checked out by a doctor, you know. Miss van Beek tends to like anybody that makes her money in one piece regardless of brand, after all.
Vincent then smirks looking at him since the talk of potential more gold is enough to create more of an allure to his stardom.
Vincent Moretti:
Hell, I wanted to make a case for you challenging said Constantine using that just grievance you provided. It’d been a much more powerful case to bring to a cross branded meeting if you didn’t just pull what you did. So, you know I do have to fine you. But next time I’d like you to understand that I want the best for you as well. We’ll make a whole lot of money together when that clicks and your star will be bigger than it is today. The championship will be worth even more than it is today as well.
Vincent’s smirk then turns into a smile.
Vincent Moretti:
And let us just say that I have you in mind for a couple of high profile matches as well to represent what you can do even better. It might make the case I can make on your behalf even stronger. Do we have an understanding?
It seems like after he states that, things are far less tense between the two. Vincent then spots the camera and with one motion with his arm dismisses them so they can continue their conversation without things being broadcasted further. Judging by body language and tone though before we fade out entirely, it’s far more pleasant than earlier as we go to black.
Singles Match
MWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Round one
Kelsey Spencer VS Miss MaliceMWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Round one
Kelsey Spencer couldn’t possibly be 100% after the brutal War Games match that saw her team losing to The Revolution on night 1 of Big In Japan, but she still showed up here in Newcastle, in her home country Australia ready to fight in this first round match of the Intercontinental championship tournament. It appeared clear in the first minutes, when she opted for a slowest pace, trying to control the opponent with some holds. She had her now in a side headlock, taking the fight once again to the ground. Malice wasn’t surely known for her technical prowess, and all her attempts to escape were easily countered by Spencer who switched to another hold. The Lipstick Timebomb pulled herself up and went the hard way, freeing herself with elbow shots to her side, piling up more pain on the already bruised ribs. She left Kelsey standing in the middle of the ring licking her wounds and took a dash at the ropes, coming back with a headscissor that sent Kelsey flying across the ring. When she got up, a shotgun dropkick sent her into the corner. Malice climbed on the middle rope and began raining down punches to the former Uncanny Socialite for a total of ten before placing her feet on Spencer’s thighs and flip backward for a monkey flip. Although not as smoothly as the usual, she landed on her feet, taking Miss Malice down with a drop toe hold as she charged in, locking her in a STF. It was clear that Kelsey was fighting with a break on. Her wounds didn’t completely heal in a week and you have to wonder how her mental state would be, after seeing her team, the most important people in her life being decimated by Heath Williams and his goons in a match she asked them to take part in. Nonetheless, there were moments when she kicked it up into high gear, coming close to the three in a couple of occasions, especially after a tiger suplex/cartwheel legdrop combination. Malice instead spared no effort, coming at Kelsey like a fury with her fast paced and reckless style. Not even on the outside Spencer was safe, as Malice ame flying over the top rope with a slingshot crossbody. Driving Kelsey back first against the apron she used the full count and made the most out of it. When she rolled Kelsey in, the australian born was in a world of pain, seemingly on her last leg. But she still managed to roll to the side and avoid the Explosion, and Malice’s top rope cannonball found nobody home. One thing you have to give Kelsey credit for is that she doesn’t know the meaning of the word quit. She proved it during her feud with Heath Williams, she proved it in the War Games match as well, being the only one standing for her team until the Hell Frozen Over ended the match. And she was definitely proving it tonight, kicking out from the reverse ddt over the knee. Out of nowhere she hit the opponent with a superkick, catching her in mid air off one of the many acrobatic moves Miss Malice performed, and that worked so well up to that moment. Feeling the momentum finally shifting, Kelsey dug down deep to find the strength to go that extra mile, hitting the opponent with a flurry of knife edge chops and pinning her with a bridging northern lights suplex. The Lipstick Timebomb kicked out of it, soon finding herself on the receiving end of Kelsey’s swift kicks. The last one was a reverse side kick to the stomach that set her up for the Deprivation DDT. Despite everything, Kelsey Spencer picked up the win, celebrating with her fans. WINNER: Kelsey Spencer BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 12:21 |
Amy Maynard: "Big win for Kelsey tonight. Especially after the events of Big In Japan."
Sir Figgles: "You mean when she led the most important people in her life like lambs to the slaughter in a war they couldn't win against The Revolution?"
Amy Maynard: "..."
Sir Figgles: "Yeah, it's cool that she moved on so quickly after costing her husband the tag titles."
Amy Maynard: "Stop this."
Sir Figgles: "You mean when she led the most important people in her life like lambs to the slaughter in a war they couldn't win against The Revolution?"
Amy Maynard: "..."
Sir Figgles: "Yeah, it's cool that she moved on so quickly after costing her husband the tag titles."
Amy Maynard: "Stop this."
The cameras are backstage as we focus inside the dressing room of the now former Junior Heavyweight champion, Liv Mercer, who glides across the floor in an impressive moonwalk. Once Liv turns around, there is a big smile on her face, and her attention is focused upon someone else who is inside of the dressing room with her at the moment.
Liv Mercer:
I can’t think of a more appropriate way for us to team together, for the very first time, than with a Valentine’s Day Gauntlet.
It’s obvious that there is much excitement to be had and Liv makes this very clear in the tone of her voice as she is speaking before she approaches closer to the black leather couch. This is where her fiance, Oz Dalton, sits and he raises no objections as Liv leans in for a kiss.
Liv Mercer:
It gives us all of this freedom to be as extra as we want tonight while we show lesser couples whose relationship sits at the very top.
Oz Dalton:
Damn right it does!
Oz excitedly exclaims, standing up and holding a black suit bag up, unzipping it to unveil an all red suit with pictures of Liv’s face all over it.
Oz Dalton:
Nobody can compete with love like this, and I’ll show it in every way possible.
The smile grows even bigger on Liv’s face as she looks over the suit before she claps her hands together showing off her obvious excitement.
Liv Mercer:
That is amazing! You really know how to make a girl feel special.
Oz Dalton:
Not just any girl! THEE GIRL, the single most amazing woman to walk the planet and grace a ring! The sexiest, scintillating, sultry moonwalking maverick I’ve ever experienced. I pay homage to you, and tonight, we pay homage to us.
Liv gives her shoulders a little bit of a shake feeling even more confident and inspired simply by Oz and his words. She steps over to him and places both of her hands on his chest.
Liv Mercer:
And after tonight, we’ll be moonwalking away with a guaranteed shot against the new tag team champions in the near future, and you know how good I look in gold.
Oz Dalton:
Oh yes, I love when you drip gold. And I need to get some more around my waist, I feel naked without gold. As much as I want us to be naked, I have a hard spot for championships.
Liv Mercer:
It’ll be even better when it’s championships we can hold together.
Liv gives Oz a playful wink before she turns around on her feet to finish putting together her own ring gear for the evening.
Liv Mercer:
All these other couples they threw together for this gauntlet won’t even be together by the end of the year. We’re the ones who keep it real all the time.
Oz Dalton:
Outlast and humiliate, that’s what we’ve been doing since we got here. The Daltons have this in the bag, and I have all of our post win goodies to enjoy.
Liv turns back to face Oz with a smile on her face as she is pulling on her The Liv Show hoodie.
Liv Mercer:
Good, because I’ve got big plans for us tonight… the kind that could get us in some serious trouble.
Oz jumps up and rubs his hands together.
Oz Dalton:
I love trouble, it’s basically what I live my life by.
Liv Mercer:
I don’t think you’re ready for this kind of trouble.
Liv’s smile has turned into more of a smirk with a twinkle in her eye to match. She steps closer towards Oz so that she can whisper something into his ear, his eyes growing wide as only he can hear some of the things Liv has planned for their evening, as the scene fades.
Singles Match
MWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Round one
Dean Smith VS Sophie O'BrianMWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Round one
The night in Newcastle was painted in orange. In the first five matches of the Intercontinental Championship Tournament, five members of the Riot roster came out victorious against the counterparts. Sophie O’Brian was the last hope for the green brand to bring one representative into the next round, at least for tonight. It won’t be easy, against a much bigger and stronger opponent in Dean Smith, the former and longest reigning Invictus Champion. Having lost his title one week ago, Mean Dean knew how much a win could mean to him. Not only a first step toward another title but a chance to get back on track and avoid a potential dangerous spiral. He started off strong, outpowering O’Brian and pushing her all the way back to the ropes. The referee asked him to let her go which he did, granting the Belfast born a clean break. She didn’t return the gesture of sportsmanship and kicked him in the stomach, doubling him over and tossing him out of the ring. She leaped over the ropes, landing on the apron and kicking him in the face, before launching herself against him with a running senton. After the brief excursus the match came back inside the ring. Her kicks were really doing a number on the former Invictus Champion, forced to slowly recoil to the corner. There, he blocked one of her kicks, but got caught with the enziguri to the temple. He went down and his opponent went up to the top rope, jumping down with a double foot stomp, following with a lateral press. Smith powered out in one, turning the tides a minute later when he took a clothesline from Sophie back flipping into a spike ddt and leveling her with a running clothesline as she got back up. And from that moment on, he showed all his strength, stealing a page from his sister Bree and performing the backbreaker reps we saw the current Tag Champion do so many times. He finished his sequence with a fallaway slam. He kept a slow and methodical pace, taking his time between one power move and the next. And even when she tried a reaction punching him in the stomach, he quickly re-asserted his dominance with clubs to the back. Sophie was now on her knees and hands and he accompanied her face to meet the canvas with a bulldog, barking something at her before hitting her with a straight punch as she stood back up. After a central part dominated by Dean, the action became faster after Sophie caught him with the Death Of Wisdom and finally managed to use her speed to her advantage. Back and forth they went, offering the Australian fans a wonderful contest, with a lot of near falls. Sophie with a springboard cutter, Dean with his backslide driver and with his fireman’s carry double knee gutbuster after catching the opponent mid air off a diving crossbody attempt. But in the end O’Brian managed to string together a series of high impact moves. A ddt, followed by a curbstomp and a vicious running single leg dropkick to the back of the head. Somehow Dean kicked out of all this, and still showed some fight throwing some punches and then hitting her with his front kick Down With The Door. The following bicycle kick was dodged by the agile northern irish, who then kicked him in the stomach and ended the match with the Ode To Braddock (swinging fisherman neckbreaker). WINNER: Sophie O'Brian BY: Pinfall (Ode To Braddock), 10:47 |
Sir Figgles: "Damn it Dean! You just ruined Riot's perfect streak!"
Amy Maynard: "In all fairness, he had the hardest task of them all."
Sir Figgles: "You say that, but all I hear is a bunch of excuses. And you know who makes excuses? Losers."
Amy Maynard: "In all fairness, he had the hardest task of them all."
Sir Figgles: "You say that, but all I hear is a bunch of excuses. And you know who makes excuses? Losers."
The scene opens in a locker room where Summer Collins and Neil Newman are clearly alone. Neil is sitting down on a steel folding chair. His arms are wrapped around Summer’s waist as she sits on his lap. Neil appears relaxed, a far cry from his usual appearances on camera where he has been intense, passion that is mistaken for anger, out for someones blood. Summer is pretty relaxed as well.
Neil Newman:
Hope you didn’t mind me taking care of Glorious Golden Era affairs earlier. It’s all about is now.
Summer Collins:
Oh it’s all good. I understand completely what you, Kyle, and Glory are trying to do. I mean, I cannot guarantee Jess will always agree with Glory’s point of view. But that’s a different story. Jess and I have agreed not to let petty, small things like minor disputes split us up anymore. She knows how I feel, I know she feels, so we’re good. And we’re good with you and Kyle doing whatever is necessary.
Neil smiles.
Neil Newman:
Kyle and I never imagined we would have to break a few eggs to restore pro wrestling back to its natural state. What we were doing wasn’t working. As long as Kyle and I have been a team, pro wrestling hasn’t gotten better. Enough of that. I came here to be tag team champions with Kyle. You with Jessica. At the end of the night, we could challenge BeeTee for the tag titles. Who would have thought.
Collins nods her head, with a smirk on her face.
Summer Collins:
That’s right, it could be you and I that dethrone those two clowns. You and I could be the champions at the end of the day...with all due respect to Kyle and Jess, of course...
Neil Newman:
Never a dull moment around he--
Before Neil can finish, the door to the locker room can be heard to have opened. Walking into the frame is Kyle Butler and his wife Jessica Lasiewicz. Neil shakes his head. Summer looks visible not amused. Not that they mind seeing Jessica and Kyle. No one likes a sweet moment interrupted. Kyle waves at his Golden Era partner and Summer.
Kyle Butler:
Wassup!! Can’t have a couples party without the two of us, right?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
We didn’t interrupt anything important, did we?
Summer Collins:
Well…
The Archangel smirks knowingly.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Don’t worry, Summer, you can speak freely around me. I’m not tapping into my dark side tonight. Tonight is going to be simply but utterly FABULOUS...for Kyle and I, not for you two…
Kyle Butler:
Damn straight. Gold is a girls best friend after all. Or is it diamonds? Whatever. It’s gonna be a tad awkward guys. Should we cross paths in the gauntlet, we’ll keep it clean, scouts honor. Another set of gold around Jess waist is too good to pass up. Sure you understand bud. It won’t be golden for you when we get our way.
Kyle winks. Neil chuckles.
Neil Newman:
Not gonna happen. No guarantee we’ll cross paths. If we do, Summer isn’t going down to Jessica again. And Kyle, you’ve never beaten me. Roll that.
Neil sticks his tongue out at Kyle. Kyle doesn’t look amused.
Summer Collins:
You know, Jess, as good as you are...and you are incredibly gifted as a wrestler...you do have your faults. You have your weaknesses. And outside of your family there is one person who knows those flaws better than anyone else. Me. I can take advantage and beat you for the first time ever.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Oh I know you care fully capable of it, Summer. But you’re going to have to really work to earn it. Come and place your bets, Summer. The safe bet is on me and Kyle winning this whole thing and becoming new champions.
Summer and Neil rise from their seated position.
Neil Newman:
As long as its the people in this room that walks away with the title shot, preferably Summer and I, it’s all good. We’ll celebrate either way.
Neil extended his hand to Kyle. Kyle nods. He shakes Neil’s hand.
Kyle Butler:
Agree one hundred percent, bud.
Neil extends his hand to Jessica.
Neil Newman:
May the best team win.
Lasiewicz accepts the handshake.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Agreed. Dobranoc…
Jessica and Summer embraces in a tight hug. The scene shifts.
Valentine's Gauntlet Tag Team Match
The Steeles VS Leia LeBeau & Donovan Keane VS Summer Collins & Neil Newman VS Jessica Lasiewicz & Kyle Butler VS Qiyara Singh & Rhett Adelson VS Liv Mercer & Oz Dalton
Amy Maynard: “Double duty for Kate Steewl tonight, called to start the gauntlet with her husband after her losing effort against Megan Rydell in the first round match.” Sir Figgles: “Yeah, Lady luck definitely turned her back on the Steele.” Amy Maynard: “They’re opponents in this Valentine’s gauntlet are the former Riot and Junior Heavyweight Champion Liv Mercer and her boyfriend Oz Dalton.” Sir Figgles: “Oz is no stranger to the MWE fans, having been a constant during Liv’s matches…” Amy Maynard: “And interfering in a way or another in almost all of them...” Sir Figgles: “Well, duh! That’s what managers are for!” Teddy asked for a microphone and “entertained” the Australian fans with his rap skills, dissing Oz and the former Junior champion. Dalton asked for the microphone and for a moment the fans hoped (or dreaded) to see a rap battle between the two. But Oz wasn’t in the mood, dropping the microphone and kicking Teddy in the corner, pushing him against the ropes and knocking him down with a polish hammer. Quickly he picked him up, unleashing a flurry of quick punches, whipping him in the corner and making the tag to Liv. Amy Maynard: “Oz didn’t come here to play.” Sir Figgles: “He knows that in order to win this match, he has to go through four more teams. They have to end this quickly and move onto the next.” Amy Maynard: “They’re certainly trying to, going now for a double suplex…” And a quick cover from Liv to follow. Teddy kicked out easily. Mercer was using the quick and high flying moves of her arsenal, that sense of urgency pointed out by Sir Figgles was a sentiment shared by the blonde girl who tried to put her opponent away with a bridging northern lights suplex after a roundhouse kick. Kate was quick to slid in and break the bridge, paying for it when Dalton came charging at full speed and beheaded her with a clothesline. Since he was there, he helped Liv lifting up the poor Teddy and powerbombing him on a double knee backbreaker before getting pushed back in his corner by the referee. And with the official’s back turned, Kate interfered once again, rocking the two time champion with a punch to the head. Sir Figgles: “Well played, Kate!” The former Lockdown champion dragged her husband do the corner and made the tag, sprinting in to stopping Liv from reaching her corner, dropping her on her face with a bulldog. A dropkick caught Oz right on the face and once freed the corner, Steele climbed to the top rope and dove onto Liv, catching her head and taking her down with a blockbuster. Amy Maynard: “The former Lockdown Champion is looking great, let’s not forget this is her second match tonight.” Sir Figgles: “When you compete to this level, you have to be prepared for everything. Before stepping inside a ring you have to be sure you have topped off your tank.” And surely Kate still had a lot in hers. A single knee facebreaker, a roaring elbow and a tiger suplex were but a few of the moves she connected in rapid succession, calling Oz to a last minute save to keep him and Liv in the match. Amy Maynard: “That was close!” Sir Figgles: “She did an amazing job, let’s hope her husband doesn’t let it all go to waste now.” Teddy was back in the ring taking on Liv with a simple but effective series of moves. Direct shots, suplexes… Most importantly no bullshit. At least for a couple of minutes, before he attempted his You Ain’t So Bad, starting his series of quick jabs, waving from side to side. Excessive theatrics made it too easy for Liv to duck the knockout blow and hook his arms from a back to back position, bending forward and pinning his shoulders to the mat. Amy Maynard: “Backslide, this could be it! One… Two…” Sir Figgles: “Thank God he kicked out! Backslides should be banned, they are even worse than small packages” Amy Maynard: “But just like them they still co.. STAY GROUNDED!” As soon as they were back to their feet, Mercer caught him with her inverted stomp facebreaker. Oz helped her making sure Kate couldn’t break up the pin this time. Rumchata Ayano: “The Steeles have been eliminated! Introducing the next couple, Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh!” Amy Maynard: “Rhett and Qiyara have been making waves since joining MWE. They can claim some big wins, including one against the former Tag Champions the HooligunnZ.” The “Ladies first” rule didn’t apply here tonight. Rhett and Oz squared off in a fast paced and hard hitting contest. Rhett answered blow for blow to Dalton’s kicks and punches, both of them going all out from the start without holding nothing back. Then the Nightfall trainee kicked in the high gear, dodging Oz’ right hook and dropping to the mat with a neckbreaker. He dropped the knee to his head to keep Dalton down while he made the tag to Qiyara. Amy Maynard: “And here comes Singh, who’s quickly becoming one of the most popular stars in MWE.” Sir Figgles: “And one of the most respected as well. Her unique set of skills and that Muay Thai background are something you can’t look past.” And they were in full display tonight, Oz finding himself in the corner eating a series of Muay Thai knees. The ever resourceful Dalton managed to escape with one of his many tricks, raking the Indian’s eyes and slamming her face against the turnbuckle. It was once again the first ever Riot Champion’s turn, And Liv decided to slow down the pace, taking the fight to the canvas. Amy Maynard: “Very smart of Liv. This is the perfect way to wear down your opponent and at the same time catch a breath, recovering part of the energy spent in the first match of this gauntlet" Sir Figgles: “She surely left a lot in this ring earlier. She must be careful though, Qiyara is no slouch when it comes to the ground game.” For a couple of minutes, Liv controlled the match, working especially on the opponent’s leg with an over the shoulder single leg Boston crab. Qiyara reached the ropes and broke up the submission but soon after she found herself in a figure four leg lock. Amy Maynard: “Things are not looking good for Singh now…” Her technical prowess allowed her to wrestle her way out of it, using her last bit of energy to perform the Qi To Your Heart (low kick, side push kick, high knee and jumping kick). Sir Figgles: “Both girls are down!” Amy Maynard: “And both of them are trying to reach their partners. Who’s getting there first?” Sir Figgles: “God this is the slowest race I ever saw…” They both made the tag at the same time, once again Rhett and Oz met in the middle of the ring. Dalton with some well executed suplexes and throws dominated for the first part, obtaining a series of two counts, the nearest fall coming after a delayed brainbuster. But eventually Rhett created a window of opportunity with a headbutt, staggering Oz with a headbutt and quickly planting him with a headlock driver. It didn’t give him the win, but it definitely steered the momentum of the match in his direction. Hurricanrana driver, top rope leg trap sunset flip powerbomb, shooting star press… Adelson showed off some of the best moves in his arsenal, always finding Oz ready to kick out or Liv quick to break it up. Until he connected the Gamengiri and quickly jumped on Dalton with the Nightfall Splash. Qiyara entered the ring and blocked Mercer, allowing her boyfriend to pick up the three. Rumchata Ayano: “Oz Dalton and Liv Mercer have been eliminated! Entering now the gauntlet, Neil Newman and Summer Collins!” Amy Maynard: “Wait, where is Neil?” Only Summer appeared on the stage, slowly making her way to the ring where Adelson was waiting. Sir Figgles: “Here he is! This is brilliant!” Newman came from the fans, jumping the barricade and taking down Qiyara from behind with a chop block. Rhett turned around and went to help his girlfriend but Summer rushed to the ring, sliding in and quickly rolling him over with a school boy. Amy Maynard: “Oh come on! Not like this!” Rhett kicked out and stood back up, receiving a kick to the face from Summer that floored him again. On the outside, Neil kept attacking Singh’s leg with vicious stomps, even going as far as slamming her ankle against the steel steps. Rhett was doubled over by a knee to the stomach, followed by a scissor kick to the back of the head. Sir Figgles: “Here’s another cover… Only a two!” Collins made the tag to her husband who deadlifted Adelson with a german suplex while she caught him on the fall with a neckbreaker. Neil made the cover, but once again Rhett kicked out. The member of the Golden Era kept his offense going, showing his repertoire of suplexes and obtaining another near fall with a gutwrench variant. In a phase where Newman was absolutely dominating, Rhett managed to counter a pop up powerbomb into a hurricanrana and make the tag to Qiyara. Amy Maynard: "And finally Rhett made the tag!" Sir Figgles: "Singh took a lot of punishment to that leg, you have to wonder in what conditions it really is.." A spinning heel kick leveled Neil Newman. Amy Maynard: "Seems just fine to me!" She could still swing some lethal kicks to keep the Golden Era member at distance, but her speed and agility seemed affected by all the previous work. Sir Figgles: "This is when Qiyara becomes dangerous, when she starts building momentum." And then she began, an all too familiar scene to the fans. Kick to the thigh, side push kick, high knee… Newman dropped down and avoided the jumping kick, retreating to his corner where his wife made the tag. Singh kept her offense going, swinging those kicks to the opponent sides. Summer took a few blows, waiting for her chance to grab the leg and toss the opponent around with a capture suplex. A bridging German almost eliminated Qiyara but the Indian raised her shoulder in time. Qiyara answered with a double suplex of her own, obtaining the same result. Neil instructed his wife to go after the leg, and Summer followed the instructions, taking the Indian to the mat with a dragon screw leg whip. Amy Maynard: "Newman is now back in the ring." Sir Figgles: "And he's already getting to work on that leg." After Summer dragged Qiyara into their corner, Neil took the tag and wasting no time he started working that leg, wrapping it around the post and trapping Singh in a ring post figure four. After the illegal hold he slammed the leg against the corner and went back into the ring where, after some stomps to the foot, locked her in a ripping ankle lock. Amy Maynard: "It's not often that you see Neil trying this type of submission" Sir Figgles: "It may not be his weapon of choice, but with all the damage he's done to her leg, it might be enough to put her away." Qiyara tried to reach the ropes, clearly in a lot of pain. But when Newman took that opportunity away by wrapping his legs around her, she was quickly forced to tap. Rumchata Ayano: "Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh have been eliminated! Introducing next, the team of Kyle Butler and Jessica Lasiewicz." Amy Maynard: "Now this is interesting. Newman and Butler are tag team partners, and so are their wives." Sir Figgles: "And to add more to it, Summer has never beaten Jessica, while her husband Kyle never beat Neil." Amy Maynard: "After tonight, one of those statement will not be true. And whoever wins this round of the Gauntlet will only have to beat the last team of Donovan Kean and Leia LeBeau to earn themselves a shot at the BreeTee Committee." Jessica and Summer met in the middle of the ring, starting a long exchange of holds and counters. Sir Figgles: "Wow look at this! It's almost as if they know the opponent's next move before they even do!" Amy Maynard: "I guess that's what tagging for so long does.." Not many strikes were landed, but the fans still loved what they saw, granting the two girls a loud round of applause when they both stood one in front of twh other in the center of the ring. Summer smiled at Jessica who returned the gesture, shaking her partner's hand. Another collar and elbow saw Jessica quickly moving behind the opponent's back for a snap German suplex, sending Collins close to her corner. Neil made the tag and told Lasiewicz that he wanted Butler. The Archangel granted the wish, walking to her corner and giving the tag to her husband. If the women entertained the fans with a beautiful display of technical wrestling, the two men tried to one up each other from a physical standpoint, hitting each other with their hardest clothesline, neither of them able to knock the opponent down with it. Sir Figgles: "Now you're gonna say that they can't knock the other down because of how long they tagged together, right smarty pants?" Kyle went for an Irish whip, reversed by Neil who caught his partner with a roaring elbow as he bounced back. The impact sent Butler stumbling back to the ropes, and it seemed like he was falling on the outside through the ropes, but he rebounded back with a clothesline, this time leveling Newman. Kyle went ground and pound, pummeling Neil with shots to the face. Picking him up, he applied a front facelock, trying to lift the opponent for a suplex. Neil blocked it with the leg and countered with one of his own, making a cover and picking up only a two count. The match went on, the two men left their friendship on the side tonight and were just going at each other, holding nothing back. Newman had turned into a suplex machine, tossing his partner around like it was nothing, pinning him with a high-angle delayed bridging German suplex. Amy Maynard: "Close call for Butler" Sir Figgles: "I wouldn't say he's out of the woods yet. Neil is preparing himself got the End Game." Kyle saw that coming and broke free, pushing his tag partner against the ropes and kicking his face in with a bicycle kick This was the change to make the tag and Summer entered the ring, stopping Neal from making the tag and applying a sleeper hold, before dropping him down with a neckbreaker. She hooked the leg for the pinfall, broke up by Lasiewicz. Amy Maynard: "And promptly comes the save" When Newman finally made the tag, Jessica took on the other half of Fabulous with a different approach, favoring strikes over the grappling. And it paid off, giving her a very near fall after her Beauty (Roundhouse Kick). Sir Figgles: "I can't believe she kicked out!" Amy Maynard: "It's incredible how they're still going.. This was by far the longest round in the whole gauntlet." Sir Figgles: "And I bet Donnie and Leia back there wouldn't mind if they go a little longer" But they didn't. Jessica had Summer set up for the In Your Dreams, but Collins countered it with a… Sir Figgles: "NOT A DAMNED SMALL PACKAGE!" Amy Maynard: "One, two.. Jessica rolled over.. One, Two.. Three!" Rumchata Ayano: “Neil Newman and Summer Collins have been eliminated! Introducing next, the last entrant team in the gauntlet, Donovan Keane and Leia LeBeau!” Donnie came out on the ramp first, waiting for his girlfriend who came out tonight without the characteristic top hat. The reason became soon clear as they started running down the ramp and slid inside the ring, taking on Jessica with forearms to the face (Donnie) and kicks to the thighs and sides (Leia.) It didn’t take Kyle long to come to the rescue, but he was met by a kick to the stomach from DK who then followed with a snap ddt. Amy Maynard: “They surely are wasting no time!” Sir Figgles: “Why would they? They’re about to get a shot to the champions, all they have to do is to put down the already worn out opponents…” Amy Maynard: “Easier said than done, Figgles.” Seeing Kyle rolling out of the ring after the ddt, Donnie ran up to the corner and jumped off the top rope to the outside, landing with a crossbody on Butler. Jessica was still victim of Leia’s kicks, those long legs of the Jet City woman were keeping her at distance and preventing any sort of offensive move. Keane called Leia and placed his foot over the top turnbuckle for her to drive Summer’s face onto. Leia made the tag after her handstand foot choke in the corner, and Donnie jumped inside the ring with a slingshot dropkick to the seating opponent, rolling backwards and up to his feet charging at Jessica with a shining wizard. After another tag, DK lifted the Archangel for a stalling suplex while Leia superkicked her in the head into a brainbuster from Donnie. Amy Maynard: “Donnie and Leia..” Sir Figgles: “Why don’t you call them with their name?” Amy Maynard: “But those ARE their names.” Sir Figgles: “I mean their tag name. It’s The NIGHTFALL SHOW!” Amy Maynard: “Is it, really? Anyway, they are showing some great chemistry for this being their first time as a team.” Newman with the dive interrupted the count, saving his wife, at least for the time being. Donnie and Leia kept working surprisingly well with quick tags, always keeping themselves fresh. A first, slight miscommunication between them gave Jessica the chance to reach Butler, who was more than happy to get some revenge on Donnie. Brainbuster, neckbreaker, sitout rear mat slam and even a diving leg drop. Butler didn’t take long to turn the tides, annihilating the one half of Nightfall Rising. Kicking out once again, this time from a top rope bridging northern lights, Donnie reached out with his hand to the corner, which seemed to be miles away. Amy Maynard: “Jessica wants a piece of Donnie too!” Sir Figgles: “Yeah I don’t think that beating him at Big In Japan was enough for her.” The tag was made and Jessica started showing that more aggressive side of her persona, raining stiff shots on him and leaving him groggily standing. Somehow, Keane dodged the Our Lady Peace, dropping Lasiewicz on his knees with a backstabber. And in came Leia, giving some earned rest to Keane. Amy Maynard: “Say what you want about Leia, but she keeps improving, week after week.” Sir Figgles: “Say what you want about Leia? Okay… Well then..” Amy Maynard: “You know what? On second thoughts no, don’t do it.” After dominating for a few minutes The Show was now perching on the top rope, waiting until Jessica got back to her feet. Then she jumped, landing knee first on her and making a cover out of the meteora. Butler saved her with a superkick to the face of Leia which did more damage than it seemed, dazing the beautiful girl now on the receiving end Jessica’s fury. This time the Our Lady Peace connected, knocking down the Sin City showgirl who started rolling on the mat calling the referee’s attention. Amy Maynard: “Looks like Leia is injured..” The referee went to check on her, asking her what was wrong. Jessica was waiting in a neutral corner when Donovan clubbed her with a running clothesline. A short brawl between the two started, ending with Keane sending Jessica in the corner with a straight punch to the jaw, his effect only amplified by the brass knuckles he was wearing. Sir Figgles: “IT’S A MIRACLE! LEIA HAS HEALED!” LeBeau was back on her feet, pushing the referee away and connecting the Jet City Jive. Donovan took a lot of punches from Newman who tried to stop the count, finding Keane on his way. Rumchata Ayano: “Here is your winners, the team of Donovan Keane and Leia LeBeau, The Nightfall Show!” WINNER: The Nightfall Show BY: Pinfall (Jet City Jive), 35:22 |
Sir Figgles:
They did it! First time as a team and they earned a title shot!
Amy Maynard:
With a bit of luck and a brass knuckle but sure they did.
Sir Figgles:
You're always splitting hairs...
Amy Maynard:
I'm just reporting facts, Fig. You should try it sometimes.
Sir Figgles:
Maybe next week when Nightfall Show ends the BreeTee reign, you will change your opinion.
Amy Maynard:
Opinion? I can't even with you tonight... See you next Saturday, ladies and gentlemen!
They did it! First time as a team and they earned a title shot!
Amy Maynard:
With a bit of luck and a brass knuckle but sure they did.
Sir Figgles:
You're always splitting hairs...
Amy Maynard:
I'm just reporting facts, Fig. You should try it sometimes.
Sir Figgles:
Maybe next week when Nightfall Show ends the BreeTee reign, you will change your opinion.
Amy Maynard:
Opinion? I can't even with you tonight... See you next Saturday, ladies and gentlemen!