Post by gvb on Mar 12, 2020 18:07:21 GMT -6
Down Under Tour
Millennium LV
Live from Qudos Bank Arena in Sydney
Wednesday, March 11th, 2020
The show opens with a pan over the fans who came to the Qudos Bank Arena in Sydney for Millennium's third stop in their Down Under tour. But instead of going to the commentators table, after the theme song hits and the pyrotechnics go off on the stage, we cut straight to the ring, where Elsa McCarthy, the new interim General Manager is standing with a microphone in her hand.
Elsa McCarthy:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the fifty-fifth episode of Millennium!
She waits for the cheers to die out.
Elsa McCarthy:
My name is Elsa McCarthy, and I will be filling in for Chloe Collins in the role of General Manager of Millennium, until her health allows her to come back and keep doing the wonderful job she has done in the past months. Get well soon, Chloe, we are waiting for you.
Her emotional speech draws some more applause from the fans.
Elsa McCarthy:
Before we start tonight's show, there's something I have to address.
She takes a long pause, looking for a way to say those words she had surely been repeating multiple times before this moment. But having to say them in front of thousands of people is a whole different thing.
Elsa McCarthy:
It's with a heavy heart that I have to announce this. With the recent outbreak of Covid-19, we are left with no choice but to interrupt the Down Under Tour.
The announcement comes as a shock not only to the fans but the commentators as well.
Elsa McCarthy:
For the same reason, "The Decline Of The Western Civilization" tour that should have brought us in Europe in the month of April is currently suspended. We will make a decision in that regard in the following weeks, in consultations with the local authorities.
Some boos can be heard coming from a corner of the Arena. Clearly they're not pleased with the decision.
Elsa McCarthy:
Next Saturday's Riot will take place as scheduled in Auckland, while Millennium XLVI and the pay-per-view will air from our home, from the Enterprise Arena in Chicago. If needed, behind closed doors. We offer our sincerest and deepest apologies to our New Zealand and Australian fans, as well as, obviously, a full refund to everyone who had already bought tickets for the Dunedin show and the Pay-Per-View. The safety of our fans and athletes is a priority for MWE.
I can and will make you a promise though. Once this story is over, we will be back in your beautiful country. Thank you, and enjoy the show.
With a forced smile, the GM leaves the ring. The majority of the fans seems to have understood the situation, applauding the personal assistant of Grace van Beek on her way backstage. Peyton and Ambra once again apologize to the fans, stating how this is the right thing to do for everyone
Singles Match
Miss Malice VS YUKIA career characterized by discontinuity so far from Miss Malice in Millennium. After an impressive start during the Way Of The Dragon tour, the Lipstick Timebomb seemed to have fallen into a spiral of negative results, with some sporadic exceptions. Looking to get back on track after the loss suffered in last week’s main event, Malice tried to end the match quickly with a roll up, but the young japanese was not caught off guard. The match didn’t defy the expectations, treating the fans to a spectacular fast paced contest where both competitors shined and flaunted their high flying style. Sent against the ropes, the ever innovative Malice rolled under the opponent wheel kick, flipping backwards with a handspring headscissors takedown. With a cartwheel YUKI landed on her feet and quickly jumped for a dropkick, taking down Miss Malice. Back to her feet, the young japanese went for her springboard senton, landing on the Lipstick Timebomb’s knees. The canadian born wasted no time, getting back to her feet and lifting the opponent in a suplex position, dropping her down in a double knee backbreaker. Laying on top of her with a lateral press, the eccentric Malice hooked the leg, only obtaining a count of two. Both competitors earned some fans tonight with an hearty performance, fighting blow for blow without holding anything back. The near falls kept piling up, each one of them coming close to the three in several occasions and left wondering what they would need to do to keep the opponent down. YUKI must have thought she had that figured out when, after breaking free from the opponent’s offense with a desperation headbutt, connected a striking combination started with some kicks to the leg and ended with a discus elbow smash after targeting the ribs with some knee strikes. She even connected a 450 splash to make sure she’d stay down but the canadian still raised her shoulder, and even countered the Rolling Thunder (Indian Deathlock) attempt, kicking her away. YUKI came charging in and ended up face first on the canvas with a drop-toe-hold takedown. As soon as she raised her head, a vicious curb stomp dropped her down again. Malice had the momentum on her side, whipping YUKI in the corner and charging with a double knee to the face. More strikes reached the young japanese as she was resting defenseless in the corner, wearing her down to the point where it was all too easy for Malice to lift her to the top rope and drop her head first on the turnbuckle with a brainbuster. After that, she jumped on the japanese with the Cannonball and picked up the win. WINNER: Miss Malice BY: Pinfall (Cannonball), 6:47 |
Ambra Monroe: "Nice win for the Lipstick Timebomb."
Peyton Holland: "She's talented, that's beyond question. What she needs to do is finding some consistency of results."
Ambra Monroe: "I think the same can be said for YUKI. Their future can be bright, if only they could build some momentum."
Peyton Holland: "She's talented, that's beyond question. What she needs to do is finding some consistency of results."
Ambra Monroe: "I think the same can be said for YUKI. Their future can be bright, if only they could build some momentum."
The found footage of West Long’s match for MACW splices together West Long’s debut and only match with the company until it’s sudden silence. At 6’-8”, West gets the spinning back fist on a seven-foot opponent. His opponent Ronan kicks him between the legs yet West Long still overcomes the odds to win.
And now, in a darken room, West walks in to show his profile to the camera. A hood up to cover part of his face.
West Long:
Ronan couldn’t stop the Warwolf..
Nearly four hundred pounds, yeah. Four hundred pounds wielded by a bodybuilder who couldn’t put down the Warwolf.
West Long:
So when he comes to Millennium Wrestling to grab the opportunity to be on the biggest platform in wrestling today.
When he steps through the curtain, who awaits him?
Who’s is better than Ronan Martyn.
West turns to face the camera. The stoic, stern expression on his face has not gone, it’s here to stay.
West Long:
The Knightmare from the North, Mrs Knight. This is how we meet. But are you better than the mountain I crumbled in my debut, lemme just go over some of your fine, recent work yeah.
Failed to win the Intercontinental Tournament
Nullified in Sapporo
Handed a win by someone else.
That’s Nikki Knight’s recent track record. A blonde who thinks she’s pretty in pink yeah. All quiet on social media long before I stepped into this company.
It’s weak.
There’s intensity in his eyes and tone. He clenches his jaw to pause while staring down the camera. The light behind the camera illuminates his eyes that briefly flick down and then lock back up with the lens.
West Long:
Wear whatever color you want but you better go back to the girl you were when you stepped foot in this company. Over on Riot you actually advanced in that Junior Heavyweight bash. You didn’t need to be handed victories.
See. Now I’m stepping in the MWE ring.
That ring bell? That’s a starting pistol as far as I’m concerned.
When it goes ding
I hear BANG
And then I’m running through whoever’s in my way yeah.
Tonight, that’s Nikki Knight. Canadian Knightmare.
Yet I’m the one with all the physical advantages.
Speed, Size, Strength. You remember your physics yeah
Mass times accelleration equals you’re gonna get hurt when this comes at ya.
West holds up a fist clad in an expensive looking, golden MMA glove.
West Long:
I’ll be wearing gold sooner than you will. I’m 1-0 in this sport, soon to be 1-0 in MWE yeah.
You’re my first of many bodies I leave behind me when I walk out that ring.
Is Zak in attendance, he won’t like seeing his one thirty pound wife hurled across the ring over, and over, and over like she’s nothing.
That’s what’s coming to you tonight, Knight.
Be the Canadian Knightmare and I’ll wake you up to a real nightmare.
That you’re in the ring with YOURS TRULY.
West Long turns his back to the camera. VANQUISH is visible on the back of his hooded sweatshirt. Both his arms are exposed and he winds his right arm suggesting that’s his dominant hand. He disappears off camera and the scene silently fades into the arena/elsewhere.
The scene cuts backstage to Rhett Adelson, who’s stretching in his locker room, getting ready for his singles match against Summer Collins. Rhett looks up at the camera and flashes his infectious smile.
Rhett Adelson:
I didn’t think you’d guys show!
He stands up off his feet and brushes of his hands.
Rhett Adelson:
Tonight, Summer is going to come at me, looking for some redemption over the tag loss she has against Qiyara and I. But to be honest? This isn’t the rematch I wanted to give.
He sighs and shakes his head.
Rhett Adelson:
I wanted a tag match rematch, prove that Qiyara and I were the legit better team, with no questions asked. But now? Now we’re in a singles match. Listen, I know what I can do as a singles competitor and so does Summer. We’re both multiple time singles championships and I’m sure she’s doing this tag tag thing for a new challenge, just like I am. People don’t realize how hard it is to team and connect and be on the same wavelength.
He shrugs.
Rhett Adelson:
But this is what management wants and what they’ll get then. As for you all? Like every other night, you’ll be getting everything I got, but this time, it’ll just be me, without Qi. But her strong spirit will be out there with me because I know she’ll be back here cheering me on. And while this isn’t the tag match I wanted, its building towards it and it gives me another chance to show that Qi and I? We’re the best and future of this tag division. See you out there, Summer.
Rhett walks out of the frame and the scene cuts away.
Singles Match
Nikki Knight VS West LongThe fans watched with curiosity as the newest signee West Long walked to the ring. Six foot eight, almost 300 pounds of muscles, the Warwolf surely wasn't one to go unnoticed. Nikki Knight looked so tiny compared to the hulking individual, but she didn’t let this discourage her, attacking the bigger opponent with forearm shots to the face. Initially caught off guard, the Nevada born quickly recovered and began fighting his way back, his powerful strikes doing considerable damage to the canadian, pushing her all the way to the ropes. The referee stepped between them, asking for a clean break that the Warwolf granted without hesitation. Nikki instead sneaked in an eye poke over the referee head. She was quick to capitalize on the momentarily blinded opponent with a dropkick before the referee could even realize the misconduct she committed to get the advantage. Too much the size difference for the Canadian Knightmare to apply her usual game plan, based on suplexes, Nikki relied on a kick based offense, her main target being West’s legs. The unceasing flurry was slowly starting to pay off, dropping Long on his knee. She then made a dash to the ropes and jumped at him with her legs apart, wrapping them around his head and planting him on his head with a hurricanrana driver. She made a cover attempt, but Long kicked out with authority in one. Once her impetus petered out, West easily took control and kept it with an impressive display of power. A powerful irish whip sent Nikki in the corner, the impact so hard that it made the whole ring shake and heavily damaged the canadian’s back, at least judging by the scream she let out before falling flat on her chest. He picked her up and shoved her in the corner, wearing her down with some shoulder tackles before tossing her all the way across the ring with a biel throw. The landing was everything but nice for the Canadian Knightmare who arched her back, an expression of agony painted on her face. Her suffering was far from over though, as she found herself on the receiving end of a fireman’s carry backbreaker first and a STO version of the same move with Long dropping her on his knee with such force that Peyton and Ambra at ringside believed this one was over. But Nikki wasn’t giving up so easily, somehow kicking out and breaking the momentum of the opponent with her Chivalry Is Dead. Performing the handspring enziguri took quite a lot out of Nikki, who was slow to make the cover, making it easy for West to kick out and pick up the dismantle of the canadian. Luckily for her, it ended quickly when the Warwolf grabbed her by the throat and placed her on his shoulders in a fireman carry position, dropping her with a powerslam for a successful debut. WINNER: West Long BY: Pinfall (Point Blank), 7:03 |
Peyton Holland: "That's how you make an impact!"
Ambra Monroe: "An impressive win for West Long in his debut."
Peyton Holland: "Another great addition to our roster... And this was his warning shot to everyone in Millennium, starting with our champions. The Warwolf is on the hunt for gold."
Ambra Monroe: "An impressive win for West Long in his debut."
Peyton Holland: "Another great addition to our roster... And this was his warning shot to everyone in Millennium, starting with our champions. The Warwolf is on the hunt for gold."
The screen cuts back to the arena as Unheavenly Creatures by Coheed and Cambria begins to play. The fans in the arena quickly begin to boo, but the boos are quickly over powered by cheers that are being pumped by the PA system. Accompanied by his beautiful wife, the MWE Champion, Chris Constantine Junior, makes his way out and gives a huge smile to the crowd. Following him are the other members of APE. Alan Envy, Duke Andrews, Redd Thunder, and Jacob Hammerstein. All give Chris a round of applause as he holds the title up in the air and plants a kiss on the Title first, and then his wife.
Making their way down the ramp, Chris and Olivia stand in the middle of the ring as confetti and balloons fall on them because today is Chris’s birthday. Olivia steps aside and gives a huge applause as Constantine holds back the tears as the PA system continues to pump in fake cheers and a Happy Birthday Chant.
With a microphone in hand, Constantine tells the crowd to calm down. But as the PA system finally cuts off the fake cheers, the boos from the crowd fill the arena. Constantine and the rest of APE aren’t happy about this as Olivia quickly comes over and places her hands over his ears and begs the audience to stop booing.
Chris Constantine Junior:
It’s my birthday you ungrateful Aussie lowlifes so you better cheer before I leave!
The crowd gives a cheer which ticks Constantine off.
Chris Constantine Junior:
I’d be booing at the man that beat your Melissa Reeves as well. She sucks. Australia sucks. I can’t wait to leave this hell hole and go back to the United States where their bathrooms flush the right way and they don’t put vegemite on everything.
The crowd quickly boos as a Chris smiles for
getting that cheap heat in. But the smile soon goes away as some of the fans start a Vegemite chant. The chant goes on for a awhile until Chris cuts it off by speaking again.
Chris Constantine Junior:
I came out here tonight because it’s my Birthday and I wanted the MWE roster to come out, show their support for their MWE Champion, and sing Happy Birthday to me. So, everyone in the back, come on out and let’s sing Happy Birthday. Let’s go. Come on. Neal Durden! Kenzie Garrett! Gavin Grimes! The one chick who’s name is Bobby. Let’s go people! Chop, chop.
Chris and the rest of APE look at the entrance ramp but no one shows up. A minute passes and no one shows up still. Chris is aggravated and annoyed as he storms back and forth inside the ring. He finally throws his hands up in the air and is about to leave but is stopped by Olivia who pleads with him and pulls him back in the center of the ring.
Olivia Constantine:
You know what, don’t worry about the roster Chris. We got something that will sure to put a smile on your face. So myself and the rest of the guys pitched in and got you a present. See, we’re American Pain Express and we’re very proud to be Americans. So why not have a belt to express our love for America and everything good about it.
By now Duke Andrews has handed Chris a birthday box with a nice red bow on it. This brings a smile to his face as he opens it up and pulls out a new MWE Title with an American Flag on the center plate. The smile on Chris’s face grows bigger as he takes a good look over the title. Tossing the old MWE belt out of the ring, Chris holds the new and improved MWE up high as the crowd boos.
Chris Constantine Junior:
Wow. Thanks guys! I love it so much. It’s waaaay better than the old belt that was held by countless losers and idiots. For now on, this! This belt and my face will be the face of MWE forever!
Summer Collins:
It isn’t often that you see honesty in this sport…
That is the voice of Summer Collins. She enters the scene from stage left. The beautiful...and dare I say absolutely FABULOUS...Collins is dressed in her wrestling gear. A confident smile is etched across her face.
Summer Collins:
I hear people like Glory Braddock and Sophie O’Brian talk all of the time about how this sport is cutthroat and ruthless, that you cannot trust anyone. Hell, I know that to be true. My family wrote the book on dirty tricks in professional wrestling. While I have tried to be better than them, even I have strayed from the nobility from time to time. Even I have given in to temptation and have taken the easy way out. Jessica and I did battle with Singh and Adelson and a simple mistake by the referee, a very minor mistake, cost us big time.
Summer lets out a small chuckle.
Summer Collins:
Y’know, in the past I would have thought of so many delightful ways to get payback. And God only knows what Jessica would have done. Anything you can imagine, it probably crossed our minds. But then we were taken aback...Rhett and Singh admitted that they didn’t want to win like that. What they wanted instead was a win with honor, a win with respect and nobility.
Collins shakes her head.
Summer Collins:
Honor, respect, and nobility has sadly been lost in this business. It is good to see at least someone out there still has some of it left. It gives me hope for future generations. So thank you Rhett, thank you Singh, we look forward to that rematch. As for tonight, one on one, expect a wrestling clinic from yours truly. And the fans, hopefully, will get a match that can only be described as absolutely FABULOUS!
Summer turns and walks off.
Reese Kennedy:
Melissa Reeves has, on several occasions, committed felonious assault against me. She has stolen my bags and filled them with vile disgusting garbage in an attempt to publicly humiliate me. She, along with her little Twitter pals, have gone to great lengths to smear my reputation and make me a laughingstock here in the MWE.
Why the bitterness? Why the vindictiveness?
Kennedy adjusts his tie.
Reese Kennedy:
Well, Melissa Reeves would have you believe it vengeful justice for my causing her to lose the MWE World Championship. I didn't cause her to lose anything. Anyone with even a scintilla of common sense would know she was doomed as soon as pen touched paper to a contract to fight one Chris Constantine, Jr.
So why attack me?
Because Melissa Reeves is a bully and a damn coward.
Kennedy's face begins to turn red as his anger begins to stir.
Reese Kennedy:
For all your pontificating on how The American Pain Experience are cowards, you go out of your way to attack me.
Me...a manager. A man who hasn't been in a physical altercation since grade school.
Kennedy stops his eyes open wide, as if he's having an AH-HA! moment. A sinister grin crosses his face.
Reese Kennedy:
Come to think of it, that was the last time I encountered a true bully, and well, it didn't work out well for the bully, and it won't turn out well for you, either, Reeves.
You've bullied me and I've done little to defend myself. That changes tonight. Step to me and you'll be shocked at how I can defend myself.
Kennedy turns to leave, but the cameraman asks him why he didn't mention his client's match against Reeves.
Reese Kennedy:
Because The American Monster's victory is a foregone conclusion. With that in mind, we've already come to a decision on the stipulation for Mr. Hammerstein's pay per view match.
What is it?
You'll just have to wait to find out along with all these DADS Sydneysiders.
Singles Match
Rhett Adelson VS Summer CollinsFollowing the controversial ending of last week’s match between Fabulous and the team of Rhett and Qiyara, Adelson offered a rematch to the former GCW Tag Team Champions and Peyton, reading a note from the interim General Manager Elsa McCarthy’s desk announced that the two team will face once again at the Down Under PPV in Adelaide. But tonight, it was all about singles action, the two wrestlers involved in the disputed decision taking on in a match that Rhett set-up to a quick pace, looking to exploit his speed and agility the same way he did in last week’s tag match. This gave him an early advantage and allowed him to put pressure on the opponent with a some quick pinning combinations that almost took her off guard. The Nightfall graduated didn’t stop at roll ups and cradles, slipping away from a suplex attempt the only time Collins was able to grab him and knock her down with a roaring elbow to the back of the head. Summer was slowly getting back to her feet when Rhett hit the ropes and jumped on her back, flipping her over with a leg trap sunset flip powerbomb that gave him another near fall. Eventually the ten year veteran was able to turn things around with her experience, slowing the pace and controlling the central part of the match, grounding the high flyer and working on Rhett's main weapon, his right leg. Having been on the wrong side of the Explosion, the Florida girl was well aware of the damage the running single leg dropkick can do, and had all the intention to prevent him from using it, by any means. Adelson had been locked in her inverted figure four leglock for a long time now, slowly trying to crawl to the ropes. His face was a mask of pain, the pressure Summer was putting on his knee almost unbearable but he pushed through, eventually getting the break he so desperately needed. Summer let him go almost immediately, taking a step back and allowing him to get up to a vertical base, using the ropes as a crutch to pick himself up and try to shake some feelings back in the leg. A hard kick to the hamstring took him back to the mat once again in Summer’s grasp. This time she had him in a tight grapevine leg lock and, despite the ropes not being too far away, Adelson had nowhere to go, too tired to start dragging himself toward salvation. He took a different approach then, furiously punching Collins’ leg and forcing the break. Giving him no break, she put him in a front facelock and grabbed his leg for a fisherman suplex. Rhett fought tooth and nails to escape, dropping on his knees after placing his head under her chin and shifting momentum back on his side. A standing shooting star press almost gave him the win, and a moment later he had another big opportunity, knocking down the Fabulous member with a gamengiri kick. He immediately favored his right knee, the one targeted by Collins through all the match. This advised him against using the Explosion, opting for another finish, the Nightfall Splash. His climb to the top was slow, the leg definitely hurting. And by the time he jumped, Summer had had enough time to roll away, leaving nothing but the waiting canvas to Adelson. She then stalked him, waiting for him to get up to connect the Stock Market Crash (rock bottom) for the win. WINNER: Summer Collins BY: Pinfall (Stock Market Crash), 9:43 |
Peyton Holland: "The name of her finishing move might sound a bit inappropriate these days, but it's damn effective."
Ambra Monroe: "A little payback for last week's controversial ending. Even though, in all fairness, Rhett did nothing wrong in their tag match."
Peyton Holland: "Not at all. It was a honest mistake from the referee, stuff like that happens."
Ambra Monroe: "A little payback for last week's controversial ending. Even though, in all fairness, Rhett did nothing wrong in their tag match."
Peyton Holland: "Not at all. It was a honest mistake from the referee, stuff like that happens."
The scene cuts backstage to Megan Rydell jumping around, hyping herself up for her upcoming match. She glances over at the camera and flashes a smirk.
Megan Rydell:
Finally, you’re here to hear a message from the greatest competitor from Riot. I’m not happy about having to compete on this subpar brand but here we are. I’m doing what I have to do to become the first ever Intercontinental Champion of this company and I’m not going to lose. I can’t, I’ve come too far.
She nods her head as she steps closer to the camera.
Megan Rydell:
I truly feel bad for Sophie O’Brian being my opponent, because she’s going to get annihilated and decimated tonight. Why would I do that to her? Simply because she’s in my way of achieving my goals and my dreams. I’m the star of this company, not her. I’m the one who’s meant to create history in this company, not her. And most of all?
Meg points to her chest and continues on.
Megan Rydell:
I’m not just the future of this company anymore but I’m it’s present. While idiots like Tiffany Rollins went out there getting injured and setting back her career, I’m still here, I’m still dominating. But people still want to swing praises for dumb bitches like her and dumb bitches like some Melissa Reeves. Neither of them deserve to share a ring with me but you?
She points at the camera.
Megan Rydell:
You don’t even deserve to share the same oxygen as me and I’m going to show the world exactly what I mean tonight. See you out there.
Meg nods and walks out of the scene and it fades away.
We open to a shot of the General Manager office. Elsa McCarthy is sitting behind her desk, her head in her hands.
??:
It was the right decision, Elsa.
Elsa McCarthy:
I know, Ryen. I know.
The General Manager raises her eyes and stares at the former military and head of Grave van Beek personal security.
Elsa McCarthy:
It's just... I didn't want this job, and the first thing I'm announcing is that we have to suspend this and probably the next tour.
Ryen nods.
Ryen Riekert:
Which is what you were expected to do. I talked to miss van Beek, she fully supports you and your decision. In this moment, safety must be the priority.
Elsa McCarthy:
Indeed. Speaking of which...
Ryen smiles, raising his hand to stop her.
Ryen Riekert:
Stop worrying, Elsa. We have the situation under control, the hallway leading to her locker room is watched by my men, and we will have extra security at ringside during her match.
His words, spoken in a calm and reassuring tone seem to calm down the tense young girl.
Elsa McCarthy:
Thank you. The last thing we need is one of our roster members being attacked.
Ryen Riekert:
Not on my watch. Nothing will happen to Miss Starling, tonight or on any future MWE show. You have my word.
Finally, a smile appears on Elsa's face. The show cuts back to ringside.
??:
It was the right decision, Elsa.
Elsa McCarthy:
I know, Ryen. I know.
The General Manager raises her eyes and stares at the former military and head of Grave van Beek personal security.
Elsa McCarthy:
It's just... I didn't want this job, and the first thing I'm announcing is that we have to suspend this and probably the next tour.
Ryen nods.
Ryen Riekert:
Which is what you were expected to do. I talked to miss van Beek, she fully supports you and your decision. In this moment, safety must be the priority.
Elsa McCarthy:
Indeed. Speaking of which...
Ryen smiles, raising his hand to stop her.
Ryen Riekert:
Stop worrying, Elsa. We have the situation under control, the hallway leading to her locker room is watched by my men, and we will have extra security at ringside during her match.
His words, spoken in a calm and reassuring tone seem to calm down the tense young girl.
Elsa McCarthy:
Thank you. The last thing we need is one of our roster members being attacked.
Ryen Riekert:
Not on my watch. Nothing will happen to Miss Starling, tonight or on any future MWE show. You have my word.
Finally, a smile appears on Elsa's face. The show cuts back to ringside.
Singles Match
E.M.P. VS Raymond ReznikRaymond Reznik was pissed. The loss suffered last week at the hands of Joey Leclair, the challenge he issued to the Chicago Way champion, the frustration hoarded in the recent weeks… It all found its outlet tonight, so much the worse for the poor Erin. Paige did her part, bringing the fight to the Ohio, especially in the early minutes of this match, answering punch for punch the bigger man. But eventually the size, strength and experience came into play and, no matter how much heart she was showing, Reznik took control. A stiff punch that might just have dislocated her jaw stunned the californian, sending her several steps back until the roped stopped her stumbling. He advanced toward her, relentlessly swinging the back of his hand to her chest several times, shaking her rib cage with those heavy chops and sending her against the ropes and beheading her with a huge clothesline. A knee to the small of the back and a sliding lariat were his next step, followed by the first pinfall attempt that gave him a solid two count. It was nothing new, but EMP proved once again that she could take a punch, and everything else Reznik threw her way. Suplexes (saito, straightjacket, vertical) kicks, headbutts, and all sort of power moves, including a sitout spinebuster… She kept getting up, almost asking for more. And he was happy to provide, kneeing her face in as he held her in a double underhook position and subsequently tossing her back with a suplex. But neither that was enough to keep her down. Her offence, instead, was pretty scarce, limited to some kicks and punches that didn’t cause Reznik many troubles. He was lifting her from the floor, his big hand firmly wrapped around her throat. Gasping for air, EMP desperately started swinging her feet, catching Raymond on the ribs and setting the young girl free from his grasp. She tried building some momentum with some kicks and a neckbreaker, definitely not enough to keep Reznik down. She tried with a double foot stomp and a shining wizard, with the only result being pissing off the big man even more. And when he kicked out from a ddt, he looked like he had had enough of EMP, shoving her in the corner and tearing her apart with knee strikes to the chest and face. An irish whip sent her in the opposite corner, rebounding back toward the centre of the ring after the hard impact where he met her with the Harsh Reality, obtaining a win that, to be frankly, was never in dispute. WINNER: Raymond Reznik BY: Pinfall (Harsh Reality), 6:11 |
Ambra Monroe: "Another impressive win for the Ohio fighter."
Peyton Holland: "He made a quick job out of Erin, getting back on track after last week's slip-up."
Peyton Holland: "He made a quick job out of Erin, getting back on track after last week's slip-up."
Backstage we find Luna Smith sitting with her leg crossed in a makeup chair looking glamourous for her upcoming match. She's dressed in a silk gown with a pair of blue peep-toe heels. Luna is still looking at the photos sent to her and the rest of the family on the group text chain of what Alan Envy, Duke and CCJ did.
Luna Smith:
The nerve of them.
Luna deletes the message to save looking at it again, yet it was clear she couldn't erase it mentally.
Luna Smith:
How am I supposed to focus when one of the men who attacked my brother is in the main event tonight, trying to take the title that was inarguably best when it was with me.
She then finds her expansive album on her phone full of pictures with herself and the Lockdown championship.
Luna Smith:
I mean, my opponent's so far from me, the Star of the Night. Attacking her sister…
Luna shakes her head, at her very core Luna could never do that to any one of her siblings.
Luna Smith:
I suppose I'll have to teach--
Raymond Reznik:
--a lesson?
Reznik emerges to Luna’s left side, grinning and staring at Luna through his rounded sunglasses. His hands rub together in apparent glee at her obvious annoyance, raising an index finger when she tries to talk.
Raymond Reznik:
Sh, sh-shh. Allow me to interject further. See, your mind is elsewhere and you’re looking for retaliation but forgetting one minor, yet important, thing. You and I? We still have some unfinished business.
She visibly tightens her lips up and moves her head back out of disgust. The Star of the Night then moves herself to give him as much of a cold shoulder as her chair would allow her.
Luna Smith:
I don't want anything to do with you. Go bother one of the other girls, I'm dealing with important things here.
Her nose wrinkles slightly and she closes one eye.
Luna Smith:
Scatter, I don't know what that smell is, whatever you're wearing, I don't want to be around it.
Raymond chuckles, adjusting the red tie hanging around his neck as though it were a noose, clearly finding Luna amusing. Removing his sunglasses and putting them into his long, leather coat, Reznik’s eyes widen for a moment before settling back to a mischievous twinkle.
Raymond Reznik:
Very cute. I think you’ll find that whatever you think you smell is the hyperbole seeping from your pores. You reek of it, Ms Star of the Night. I saw what happened and why you’re so distracted but let me remind you… You are a name here in MWE. A former Lockdown champion who describes herself as somebody who hovers above all others. Are you forgetting that? You certainly seem to have forgotten what happened the last time you and I were eye to eye like we are now.
Straightening up, Reznik adjusts his coat, dusting down a shoulder.
Raymond Reznik:
And that’s why I’m here, Ms. Smith. I won’t allow that to be the final word between us. This isn’t like any other promotion, where we take a big match and forget about one another afterward. This is where stars are made and people step up to be the very best and right now? I’m not sure we’ve settled that argument definitively. So I propose to you, Luna… You and I, reigniting what we had in that ring not so long ago. If you refuse, that’s okay. Just know that I will still come for you, whether you see it coming or not. You, along with Hammerstein and any others who stand in my way of making my name here, will have to pay the toll at some stage of your journey. The when is being offered to you in the most polite way possible, right now.
The star of the night absorbs everything he's said and focuses on the bits that she mostly paid attention to.
Luna Smith:
If I'm going to get a proposal, it will not be from someone like you. I'm too good, too valuable, too pretty and too talented to waste my time with cretins like you. So don't you threaten me or you'll be in serious trouble. Got it? Good. Now scatter. You've taken up too much of my time as it is.
She points to the way he came with one finger, not putting the effort to raise her arm to show him, right now, what she felt he was worth to her and added an annoyed huff. Bemused, Raymond simply replaces his sunglasses over his eyes.
Raymond Reznik:
Believe me when I say this; you’ll know when I’m threatening you.
The smile quickly leaves his face as he turns, walking away from Luna without another word, his heavy footsteps echoing into the distance.
Singles Match
Ashley Whitmore VS Luna
The smug look that was usually painted on Luna’s face was gone after her meeting with Reznik backstage, and the promise that he’s coming for her. Ash took advantage of these thoughts clouding the former Lockdown champion’s mind and took the lead in the first part of the match with a running crossbody that caught the distracted Luna off guard. following with some vicious stomps to the head. Smith took shelter rolling out of the ring, heading up the ramp signaling that she already had had enough. This, of course, didn’t sit well with the Australian fans, who began to boo her out of the ring. Whitmore wasn’t happy either, but she probably thought that a win was a win and she would gladly take it. Standing in the way of her plans, literally, was once again Reznik, appearing on the stage and walking down toward Luna and forcing the blonde beauty to retreat back toward the ring. With a springboard bulldog to the outside Ashley introduced Luna’s face to the cold, unforgiving steel of the ramp, putting something resembling a smile. Perhaps he was foreasting the moment he’d get to do the same? Anyway, the Perfect Score fully exploited the ten count to inflict as much damage as she possibly could to the former Lockdown Champion, using the ringpost to smash her head against three times before rolling her back in the ring and climb up on the apron, leaping in with a slingshot senton. Raymond Reznik remained at ringside to give a closer look to his future opponent. His presence didn’t distract Luna, quite the opposite. The Star Of The Night used his presence as a motivation, determined now to show the fighter from Canton what she was capable of. And she flaunted her Krav Maga background, forcing Ashley in the corner and raining down knee strikes on her, until the referee counted to four. She then took a step back, allowing the opponent to get out of the corner and surprising her with a throat jab. Pulling her hair, Luna dragged her to the centre of the ring and kicked her in the stomach, doubling her over and preparing the ground for her Upgrade, connecting two more knee strikes, one of which busted Ashley’s lips open, and an overdrive neckbreaker. She didn’t even try to make the cover, not before adding a roundhouse kick to the rising opponent, who managed to raise her shoulder in time. Ashley survived, but it was Luna who kept control of the match, picking up the pace and connecting a headscissors takedown/dropkick combination, making another cover after a springboard moonsault for another near fall. Her confidence kept building with every strike, to the point where she almost taunted Reznik, staring at him and smirking before knocking down the opponent with the Starstorm (spinning roundhouse kick) and finishing her with the Stardom. WINNER: Luna Smith BY: Pinfall (Starstorm), 7:39 |
Peyton Holland: "Do you think Raymond is impressed, Ambra?"
Ambra Monroe: "That's not the word I would use. I'd say he's surprised, Luna has been known for taking shortcuts, and he proved it first hand in their match at Big In Japan."
Peyton Holland: "I agree. Luna showed a different side tonight, at least after he prevented her from taking a shortcut."
Ambra Monroe: "And knowing Reznik, this only raised his interest in their next match."
Ambra Monroe: "That's not the word I would use. I'd say he's surprised, Luna has been known for taking shortcuts, and he proved it first hand in their match at Big In Japan."
Peyton Holland: "I agree. Luna showed a different side tonight, at least after he prevented her from taking a shortcut."
Ambra Monroe: "And knowing Reznik, this only raised his interest in their next match."
Backstage the cameras catch a sight of “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock, a Riot superstar here tonight competing as a part of the Intercontinental Championship Tournament. She is walking in stride side by side with her childhood best friend and Millennium roster superstar Sophie O’Brian, who also is here to compete as part of the Intercontinental Championship Tournament. Both women have pleasant smiles upon their faces. Both look confident heading into their respective matches tonight. The best friends recognize that a great deal is on the line tonight beyond just the simple notion of advancing in this championship tournament. If both Glory Braddock and Sophie O’Brian win then both advance to the semi-finals, creating the possible one on one confrontation between the two even greater.
Glory Braddock:
What a bloody great night this could be for us, Sophie! Tonight very well could be a crowning achievement for the two of us!
A low chuckle escapes the lips of Glory’s Irish friend.
Sophie O’Brian:
I think you are getting ever so slightly ahead of yourself, Glory. Tonight is just the quarter finals. And yes, if I do manage to get Megan Rydell and if you get past Neal Durden then we will both in the semi-finals, but let us not forget what the true crowning achievement is; becoming the first MWE Intercontinental Champion.
Glory Braddock:
Fair enough, love. Fair enough. But just think, if we win tonight...if we BOTH win tonight...then we will be one step closer to what we both want, a one on one match between the two of us. And championship or not is irrelevant, we would put on a wrestling clinic for the mass of uneducated cattle who know nothing about professional wrestling.
The British Bombshell stops and turns to face Sophie. She clasps her friend’s hands tightly.
Glory Braddock:
It always is an honor and a privilege to fight you, Sophie. It always has been. Even those times when we fought because we were at odds and not on the best of terms. I always considered it a privilege to face you, Sophie.
Sophie O’Brian:
And you know I feel the same way about you, mate. Your father taught me everything I know, your father is the reason I am here today, and I can honestly say looking at you now and watching you work inside the ring, that you truly have become the heir of Glenn Braddock.
A tear forms in Glory’s eyes. She reaches up and wipes it away.
Glory Braddock:
Thanks, love. And if you need any help from The Glorious Golden Era tonight against Megan Rydell, just say the word. I do not trust her at all, Sophie. Not one iota.
Sophie O’Brian:
I do not trust her either but I believe I can get this job done on my own. If all else fails I can always go scorched earth.
O’Brian winks. Glory chuckles.
Glory Braddock:
I’m certain Kelsey enjoyed scorched earth, didn’t she?
Sophie O’Brian:
It’s all in the art of war, Glory. You do what you have to do to win. And that being said, if Rydell does try anything...fishy…
Glory Braddock:
Beyond what is considered legal in wrestling?
Sophie O’Brian:
Yes...though I must admit, even if she did try such acts, I would not condemn her overly so for it. It is all in the art of warfare. Total War is how you advance your career in this business and you know it. And I must be prepared. So if she is going to pull any chicanery, then I would not object at all from your help. Though I would like to try and win this on my own if possible.
Braddock nods her head.
Glory Braddock:
Understood. Now let’s go and get ready…
Sophie and Glory resume their walk. The scene fades.
Kenzie Garrett:
Joey Leclair...
Kenzie says, speaking to the camera. She wears a dentist style scrubs shirt, with a patch reading "P. SHERMAN" where the embroidery would be... no doubt, a little nod to the city where the show was taking place, black studded shorts, and black wrestling boots. Her dark hair was styled in its usual combover, as the newly casted Granite Lady in the Splat Plastic Man series supported the Chicago Way Championship over her shoulder. The large plate dwarfing her shoulder, but definitely something that there was a great deal of pride in carrying given the pleased smile on her face.
Kenzie Garrett:
I've had a few days to think about that challenge you've laid out to me. I'd be lying if I said that this beginning to my Chicago Way Championship has been exactly what I wanted it to be. Getting to the top was Hell. Staying here? Proving more of the same. And who's the first person who wants to meet me in Hell, to deprive me of what I worked so hard to get? Joey Leclair.
She said, clutching onto the belt on her shoulder. So tightly, that her knuckles were gripping it turned a milky shade of white from the force she was clutching the championship with.
Kenzie Garrett:
This burden I carry is heavy, but it is MINE. And I'll be DAMNED if I let anyone take it from me, especially after I worked as hard as I did to EARN THE PRIVILEGE of calling myself the champion! And having dethroned someone who had a problem with answering challenges... I appreciate someone who's hungry. Someone who actually wants this. Someone who wants to hoist this division to the BEST. IT. CAN. BE.
The Soulknife said, hoisting the title up and over her head.
Kenzie Garrett:
I didn't bust my ass, get arrested, get scalped, to SIT on this. So, Joey? You want it? Come fuckin' get it! You got a chance to show everyone you deserve it! You think I give a shit about Gavin Grimes? It's not 2018 anymore, not many people do. Anastacia? She's cool enough, but as far as I'm concerned? This is about me and you. This isn't about you being able to beat Reznik, it's about you showing that you want this, and that you're willing to suffer for it as much as I did!
Kenzie lowered that title right back down.
Kenzie Garrett:
You want to take this title off me? Show me how bad you want it! Fuck me up! Because I'm going to do the EXACT same to you!
Singles Match
MWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Quarter Final
Megan Rydell VS Sophie O'BrianMWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Quarter Final
It was all Rydell in the early moments mostly due to the sudden attack from behind while Sophie was making her way to the ring, pushing her against the apron and rolling her back in the ring, making an immediate cover. The referee refused to start the match before he could check on O’Brian’s condition, only ringing the bell when she stood up to her feet and assured him that she was ready to go. Megan wasted no time and pushed the Belfast born in the corner with a shotgun dropkick, attacking her with various kicks to the chest and an irish whip to the opposite side. Rydell charged in at full speed, Sophie bent forward and pushed her up and over the top rope, taking a kick to the back of the head from the former PPW Rogue Champion after she landed on the apron. A springboard crossbody was next, taking down Sophie for the first near fall of the match. After the initial struggle, Sophie seemed to be slowly coming back in this. Granted, the initiative was still firmly on Megan’s side, but Glenn Braddock’s pupil was beginning to find some counters to the young Rydell’s constant offense. And that was worrying the Colorado born, who began to show a sense of urgency in an attempt to end this match quickly. She almost succeeded, with the Fly-Dell (phoenix splash) after a spinning heel kick, but Sophie kicked out. But her dominance was short lived, the Millennium superstar creating herself an opening by holding onto the ropes when her opponent went for an O’Connor roll, sending Rydell rolling backwards and luring her into charging in, doubling her over with a back kick to the stomach and dropping her down with a swinging neckbreaker. A series of arm drags and hip tosses dazed Megan, leaving her dizzy in the middle of the ring unable to protect herself from the nasty clothesline Sophie turned her inside out with. O’Brian stayed on the attack with a flurry of forearm strikes, but it was Rydell who had the last laugh, dropping the veteran on her head with a tornado ddt out of nowhere. Finding a second wind after a central phase dominated by the opponent, Megan Rydell was throwing everything at her opponent, even bending some rules to get that ticket to the semi-final. She used an eye rake to get free from the powerslam attempt, landing behind the blinded opponent and hitting a backbreaker/neckbreaker combination. Her Mega Kick instead didn’t find its mark, Sophie was quick to dodge it and get back on her feet, reaching Megan with some stiff kicks. The last moments of the match saw the two competitors engaging in an all out brawl in the middle of the ring. In the midst of the battle it was Sophie who connected a Death Of Wisdom out of nowhere, but the variation of the codebreaker wasn’t enough to keep Rydell down. O’Brian didn’t lose her composure, giving the opponent time to get back to her feet and kicking her in the stomach, setting her up for the Ode To Braddock. Another cover and once again Megan kicked out. One moment too late. WINNER: Sophie O’Brian BY: Pinfall (Ode To Braddock), 13:12 |
Ambra Monroe: "Look at Megan... What is she complaining about?"
The titantron shows the final moments of the match, Sophie kicking Megan in the gut and connecting the Ode To Braddock. Slow motion on the count and... She kicked out before the three.
Peyton Holland: "Another bad call from the referee... I can't believe it."
Ambra Monroe: "Yeah it's not a good time for our officials. Sophie made it to the semi-final, but Megan has all the right to complain.
The titantron shows the final moments of the match, Sophie kicking Megan in the gut and connecting the Ode To Braddock. Slow motion on the count and... She kicked out before the three.
Peyton Holland: "Another bad call from the referee... I can't believe it."
Ambra Monroe: "Yeah it's not a good time for our officials. Sophie made it to the semi-final, but Megan has all the right to complain.
Cheers sound out as the hometown girl, Melissa Reeves, appears on the arena large screen. She's looking extremely relaxed tonight, happy even.
Melissa Reeves:
Sydney! What's up?
The cheering intensities.
Melissa Reeves:
Man is it good to be home and let me tell you, I missed being here. But as much as I'd love to talk about that, there's business at hand.
She clears her throat.
Melissa Reeves:
Tonight sees me facing Hammerstein, client of that idiot Reese Kennedy. Now earlier on I heard his words, unbelievably ignorant and self-pitying as they were. Reese, you really thought you could cost me something and expect no retaliation?
She scoffs.
Melissa Reeves:
You clearly didn't do your research, appalling for a supposedly competent manager. I'll fill you in though. My reputation is hard earned and dictates that anyway who fucks me over will eventually get theirs. Right now it's your turn, junior will get his too in good time. Not because I'm a bully as you claimed, piss trickling down your leg, but because I am righteous. My revenge is just.
She smirks.
Melissa Reeves:
Tonight is just another step forward but it isn't the last. When I win and pick the stipulation, I'll be sure to take into consideration your attitude, Reese. I'll be sure to keep in mind how your boyband like to hold each other's dicks because individually each and every single one of them absolutely sucks. Vengeance will be mine, the price will be yours to pay...
The scene opens up in an office looking area with the camera focusing on a desk with a seat on the other side of it turned backwards, when suddenly it turns around revealing Joey Leclair sitting in it.
Joey Leclair:
Kenzie Garrett I have been waiting A whole week for an answer to whether you will face me with the Chicago Way Championship on the line, and I have received no answer.. Not even an acknowledgement that I challenged you, and now I have been patient due to the fact that I truly respect you, but my patience runs thin little girl.
Joey reaches his right hand out to the desk, and grabs a latte that is sitting on it, and takes a sip before placing it back onto the desk.
Joey Leclair:
I have wondered why you have ignored the challenge, and I have came to the conclusion that you like everyone else in Millennium do not take me seriously or even notice me, and maybe it’s because I have done nothing of relevance yet, or maybe it’s because you see me as a joke! Regardless of the reason, I promise that I will get an answer tonight, and if you are smart you will answer my challenge before our tag match tonight, because if our match happens, and I have no answer? I will make sure that after tonight no one will take me lightly ever again, and believe me I do not make pointless threats, I am an honest man after all, and respect or not! If I have to get the answer myself then I will hurt you, and the whole world will hear your screams tonight Kenzie. Please don’t make me hurt you.
Joey reaches out and grabs his latte once more taking a sip of it before placing it back on the desk.
Joey Leclair:
You have been warned.
Joey turns his seat back around leaving the camera staring at the back of the seat as the scene ends.
Singles Match
Winner Picks The Stipulation For The PPV
Melissa Reeves VS HammersteinWinner Picks The Stipulation For The PPV
The crowd was already hot in anticipation for the first one on one match between the former MWE Champion Melissa Reeves and the former Chicago Way champion. Hammerstein. The stakes were high, the chance to choose the stipulation for their scheduled match at the Down Under ppv an opportunity neither one of them wanted to pass on, as one could read in their eyes during that intense stare down that opened the match. And then the first strike was blown, A right hand from the American Monster that sent Reeves recoiling a couple of steps back. The Aussie came back fighting, rocking Hammerstein with a forearm shot, starting an intense exchange that saw the former Chicago Way champion coming out on top and sending Reeves against the ropes, bouncing back and crashing against his big boot. Ground and pound he went, hammering (pun intended) the Reaver with lefts and rights from a mounting position. Staying on the attack, he sent her in the corner with an irish whip, charging at full speed and squashing her with a body splash. Reese at ringside was cheering loudly on his client who was looking in full control, at least until the former MWE Champion ducked a punch and bent the APE member arm behind his back in a hammerlock position, dropping him down with a reverse ddt. The back and forth action went on for several minutes, the result remained uncertain as both of them came real close to the decisive three in a couple of occasions. Hammerstein was showing all his strength using some of the power moves in his arsenal to break down the former MWE champion. Not an easy task, as anyone who stepped in the ring with her could confirm. And Hammerstein was finding out tonight, seeing her kicking out from his Hammerplexes and a powerslam. But every time Mel managed to create herself an opening and use her quickness and striking ability, she was able to do some serious damage to the former Chicago Way champion, mostly thanks to her nearly infinite array of ddts. Hammerstein was now dazed after kicking out of a spike ddt, stumbling back in the corner where he was met by a jumping knee from the former world champ who now climbed on the top rope, ready to strike with the Death From Above. A distraction provided by Reese allowed Hammerstein to reach her on top and launch her with a super fallaway slam. When Mel got up to her feet she saw the opponent charging at full speed, knocking her off her boots with a huge lariat. She tried another comeback, momentarily getting the momentum back on her side but the American Monster countered her irish whip attempt and abruptly stopped it with The Pounce, picking her up and nailing her with the Hammersteiner, obtaining the win and the chance to choose the stipulation. WINNER: Hammerstein BY: Pinfall (Hammersteiner), 12:46 |
Ambra Monroe: "It's over! Hammerstein is our winner!"
Peyton Holland: "Well, one thing is for sure now, their match is going to have some violent stipulation."
Ambra Monroe: "I think that might have been the direction Melissa was going to as well. Anyway, as you said the ball is now on the former Chicago Way champion, he gets to call the shots. And personally, I can't wait to hear what the stipulation will be."
Peyton Holland: "Well, one thing is for sure now, their match is going to have some violent stipulation."
Ambra Monroe: "I think that might have been the direction Melissa was going to as well. Anyway, as you said the ball is now on the former Chicago Way champion, he gets to call the shots. And personally, I can't wait to hear what the stipulation will be."
Glory Braddock, the self-proclaimed “Best in the World” stands in the ready area in front of an MWE Millennium logo. She is dressed in her wrestling gear and looks intense, ready for action. A confident gaze is etched across the lovely lips of The British Bombshell.
Glory Braddock:
It is always a tremendous joy to compete all over the world, but especially in places like Sydney, Australia, because this little island nation, much like the arrogant egotists across the pond the United States, would not be here were it not for the English. Hell, we practically built all of western civilization and for that I just have two words…
Braddock winks at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
...you’re welcome.
The crowd can be heard booing loudly in the background.
Glory Braddock:
And just as you have the English to thank for western civilization as you know it, you have certain individuals, certain families, that you should not only thank but get on your hands and knees and worship in adoration due to the simple fact that those individuals and families have given you and blessed you with the noble sport of professional wrestling. And when you look at me, know that I am one of those individuals. People like my late father Glenn Braddock helped shape his generation. People like Andreas Lasiewicz...who I made tap out, by the way...also built an entire generation around his greatness.
The British Bombshell pats herself on the chest.
Glory Braddock:
But then you have me, someone better than all of the rest, someone who can truly and honestly claim to be The Best in the World. Riot gets this bad reputation of not being the “A” show but with me on Riot, with me labeled as a Riot superstar, Riot will quickly supersede Millennium. Riot will quickly become the superior brand simply because I’m on it. Everything I touch turns to gold. And that is why MWE needed me on its talented roster, that is why MWE needs me now to become its first ever Intercontinental Champion. Neal Durden…
Braddock shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
I’m sorry to say, love, but generations are not shaped by people like you. Blokes like you should be thanking people like me for the opportunities you have. You should be thanking me for the mere fact that you are fulfilling a dream few ever get a chance to fulfill, the dream of being a wrestler. You don’t have to thank me now, Neal, but I will go ahead and say...you’re welcome.
Another low chuckle escapes her lips as the crowd boos loudly in the background.
Glory Braddock:
Tonight I go out there and take my rightful spot in the semi-finals of the MWE Intercontinental Title tournament. Why? Because I can. And Neal Durden who will lose to me tonight and for all of those in MWE who will eventually get to bask in the greatness of The Best in the World reigning as the first MWE Intercontinental Champion, I just have one final thing to say…
Braddock smirks arrogantly.
Glory Braddock:
...you’re welcome.
Anastasia Starling:
There's somethin' wrong with the world today, I don't know what it is… Something's wrong with our eyes...
Came the sweetest of voices, perfectly in tone, haunting and beautiful. As the camera panned around the corner, Anastasia Starling could be seen, staring out of the window, wild and vivid hope in those greens and blues.
Anastasia Starling:
We're seein' things in a different way and God knows it ain't his… It sure ain't no surprise...
She continued, her eyes searching out like she was staring into a different world entirely, lost in both thought and the music she was making as she sat there upon the chair, the heavens outside beginning to darken as stars twinkled upon an ocean of clear matt black. She turned her head, the Songbird looking a little bashful in her crimson and gold ring gear, the colours of her famed family, at least on her mother’s side. She rolled her eyes, an infectious and stunning smile spreading upon those cherry lips, her teeth dazzling, as white as pearls.
Anastasia Starling:
I find myself quoting those lyrics all too honest, humming along to the tune, singing the words until they burn into my brain, tattooing them on my mind. Something isn’t right in the world, and I don’t just mean current pandemic sweeping the globe, nor do I mean the court case that I’m sure some of you want me to speak about. We are living in a world where cowardice is more valued than courage, a world where truth is hidden, not shared. A woman where no one can admit, and one where people are more happy to hide behind a lie, choose self-isolation and never let their bubble be burst. A world where people are too fearful of falling, in case their wings do not spread and they soar to the heavens. A world of thinly covered threats, a world of generic over substance, where the vacuum sucks all that was once pure away, leaving nothing but husks without minds of their own…
She turned her head again, a sadness in her eyes, but that smile spreading wide as she spoke so softly and sweetly, an angelic look upon her face like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but her words carrying a sting.
Anastasia Starling:
There's somethin' wrong with the world today, the light bulb's gettin dim, there's meltdown in th--
She sang again, her hand reaching to her throat, but she stopped herself, turning back to the camera as if nothing had happened at all.
Anastasia Starling:
-- but there is some good in the world, there are some things that feel good. Some things that just feel right, some things that shine brighter than lanterns, illuminate more than fireworks, that burn brighter than fire.
Her head moved to the side, those luscious curls hanging low, and she revealed the Cloud Gate Championship belt, dazzling in the artificial light. Her face filled with pride as she gazed at the belt, her fingers gracing the plate, those watching seeing how happy she was with the championship for the very first time after she refused to celebrate winning in Japan, giving the moment to her distant cousin instead.
Anastasia Starling:
This… this feels good.
She uttered, her eyes still on the prize as she slung it onto her shoulder, her index finger seemingly drawing an eye upon it, and the belt now had custom side plates with an image of a songbird flying through the clouds in white gold. She paused in thought, before looking up to the ceiling, her eyes closed as she searched through her memories.
Anastasia Starling:
Last week was a test, a real test against Bobbi, and many have been questioning whether my return match with Tiffany was all I had left, but those doubts have been put to rest, I feel. Whether they were talking physically after my ordeal back at Wolves, or whether they were talking about my mind, what with everything that has gone on that you know, and the many things that dance and waltz behind the scenes. But I know, I know that those opinions have been changed, and that is what I do. Bring change.
The shoulder of her outfit slipped slightly, and she quickly adjusted it, but for the briefest of seconds it seemed like she had a scar, a painful looking scar, upon her left shoulder. She ignored the moment, staring away with steely determination, power coming along with that sweet voice.
Anastasia Starling:
Tonight, it is something wholly different, working in a tag team situation for the first time in what seems like forever, alongside a woman I have rarely ever conversed with, and yet I’m aware has all the talent in the world. And facing us? One person who is newer in my own circles, and another… who I am more than familiar with.
As she made a turn, crossing her legs as if she was meditating, the former carnival contortionist bending her legs with ease.
Anastasia Starling:
I will not dance around the subject, nor do I feel the need to mince words with Joey, or sing the praises of Kenzie and how I feel we will work towards a common goal. No… there is something else, someone else, that I will briefly speak about. And it is not those who have made their intentions clear, whether they believe they are being clever or not, and it is not those who I know, I feel have been eyeing up the prize I work so, so , so hard to attain.
The grin on her face lost it’s sweetness, and the hope in her eyes was instead replaced by wildfire, burning into the camera lens as she continued to speak.
Anastasia Starling:
Gavin Grimes… I’ve been waiting for this moment…
She patted the title on her shoulder, not breaking her stare.
Anastasia Starling:
Papa’s Golden Boy… the one who was offered the opportunities that I refused. The boy who listened and gave in to the temptations I held my will against, whether it was the allure of gold, or the fluttering of a blackbird’s wings…
Starling smiled again, before taking her gaze to through the window, before turning back one last time.
Anastasia Starling:
Let’s just say, I know something I shouldn’t know, Gavin… And whilst they won’t let me travel deep, down Underground… You are up here in the open now… And you’re livin’ on the edge...
Singles Match
MWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Quarter Final
Neal Durden VS Glory BraddockMWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Quarter Final
The Best In The World was already caressing the idea of facing her best friend Sophie O’Brian, whether it was in the semi-final or with the title on the line at the ppv, seemingly not too concerned about Neal Durden or the fact that her Glorious Golden Era partner were banned from ringside by decision of the interim General Manager Elsa McCarthy. The match started at a breakneck speed, the two competitors trading holds and reversals flaunting their enviable technique and putting on a real show for the fans, who showed their appreciation with a long applause at the end of this sequence, when after taking the fight to the canvas, they both kipped up to their feet at the same time. Another clinch, Glory quickly switching to a waistlock and lifting Neal for a belly to back suplex. The Anarchist landed on his feet and made a dash at the ropes, ducking her clothesline attempt and bouncing back from the opposite site with a running crossbody. He rolled through sending Braddock hanging on the middle rope with a low dropkick and delighting the fans with a tiger feint kick. He waited for the opponent to stand up before springboarding his way back in, getting taken down by a pinpoint dropkick. Only a few could match Neal in speed and intensity, not to mention that his innovative style makes him one of the most unpredictable competitors in MWE. Glory realized that and tried to slow the man down, using her vast knowledge in submission and holds to keep the Anarchist grounded. She showed a certain preference for chokes, perhaps looking to wear down Durden and affect his breathing. She had him in a front choke, keeping her arms tightly wrapped around his neck while he was trying to get up to his feet. Eventually, Neal managed to get up to a vertical basis, using some punches to the stomach to create the separation he needed to plant Glory on top of her head with a jumping ddt. Both competitors were now down, and the referee started the count. The final part of the match was a rollercoaster of emotions, a series of false finals keeping the fans on the edge of their seats showing their disappointment every time Neal only obtained a two count from moves like the Simple Twist Of Fate (180 stunner) or the beautiful standing corkscrew moonsault, or rejoicing when the welsh kicked out of Glory’s attempts, the closest coming after her Blaze Of Glory shooting star press. The incredibly even contest came to a sudden end when Braddock was going for her Glorification. The slightest hesitation, a moment spent to smirk at the booing fans was all Neal needed to collect his last energy and lift Glory upside down, finishing her off with the Strike Back to advance to the semi-final. WINNER: Neal Durden BY: Pinfall (Strike Back), 15:00 |
Peyton Holland: "What a counter! Neal made it!"
Ambra Monroe: "What a match this was. It could have gone both ways, Glory was literally this close to the win before The Anarchist managed to get the three."
Peyton Holland: "He joins Pinhead, Sophie O'Brian and Melody Lennox in the semifinals. One of these four will be the first ever MWE Intercontinental Championship."
Ambra Monroe: "Did you notice how the tides have turned? After the first round, only four members of the green brand were still on the run for the IC title. Three of them are still here, only two steps away from writing their name in the history book."
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, that didn't go unnoticed. Sup, Riot?"
Ambra Monroe: "What a match this was. It could have gone both ways, Glory was literally this close to the win before The Anarchist managed to get the three."
Peyton Holland: "He joins Pinhead, Sophie O'Brian and Melody Lennox in the semifinals. One of these four will be the first ever MWE Intercontinental Championship."
Ambra Monroe: "Did you notice how the tides have turned? After the first round, only four members of the green brand were still on the run for the IC title. Three of them are still here, only two steps away from writing their name in the history book."
Peyton Holland: "Yeah, that didn't go unnoticed. Sup, Riot?"
Millennium cuts backstage to a party of sorts going on… a party that just happens to look completely pathetic. There is nobody inside, the tables have only three presents on them from the looks of things, random instrumental music is playing from a boombox that looks like it came right out of the 1990’s and some temporary blue wallpaper is seen peeling off the walls. A couple of deflated balloons decorate the floor and a “Happy (Late) Birthday” banner is hanging from the ceiling… or it did before one side of the banner had just popped off the ceiling completely, leaving the banner pathetically hanging from the other side. Victoria Salinas walks in letting out a sigh as she looks around.
Victoria Salinas:
Pathetic, isn’t it?
Victoria walks in and observes what is quite obviously a dilapidated “late” birthday party.
Victoria Salinas:
I guess this is what happens when you have almost no budget and throw your own birthday party 10 days late. It’s a shame… I invited practically everyone for this but… I guess nobody got the memo. A celebration of all things Victoria Salinas is something that’s quite the ratings grab because as EVERYONE KNOWS… the WHOLE WORLD should revolve around me because I’m the sophisticated center of attention and…. UGH… SERIOUSLY… look at this crap I got for my own birthday…
Victoria walks over to the tables consisting of three gifts. She dumps out one of the bags revealing nothing but used LEGO’S.
Victoria Salinas:
Really… used LEGO’S… WOW! What else do we have?
Victoria pulls out a coffee mug that has a saying on it…
Victoria Salinas:
“Congratulations on being one day closer to 40 and being really really old…”
Victoria scoffs as she puts aside the coffee mug. She reaches into the last bag revealing a gift card.
Victoria Salinas:
And here… we have a freaking Kmart gift card… and it’s for AMERICAN KMART. And the fact that NOBODY showed up for MY birthday…
Victoria pauses upon hearing the meowing of a cat. She bends down to pick up something from the floor and it is indeed a white cat with a blue birthday hat on its head.
Victoria Salinas:
...except for Mr. Fluffles… you’re so sweet Mr. Fluffles…
The crowd begins to laugh as it becomes obvious at this point that this is a complete parody and nothing to be taken seriously.
Victoria Salinas:
You want some cake, Mr. Fluffles? Someone was really sweet and kind enough to donate a cake for us tonight…
Victoria carries Mr. Fluffles to the cake… which is already half eaten.
Victoria Salinas:
...one that was PRE-EATEN. I mean… god…
Victoria looks at the one balloon that she got for her “party”.
Victoria Salinas:
I only have ONE balloon… ONE….
Mr. Fluffles bats the balloon with his paw a couple of times before the balloon pops.
Victoria Salinas:
...and now I don’t… here…
She puts the cat back down on the floor.
Victoria Salinas:
Go play with a ball of yarn or something, Mr. Fluffles. GOD, I deserve SO much better than this being VAINGLORIOUS and all… okay, that’s enough of THAT. In all seriousness, I had a great birthday 10 days ago… but I didn’t have to make a spectacle of it unlike OTHER PEOPLE who are planning on doing so later tonight. You know what would have been a GREAT belated birthday present though? A win over APE… okay so TECHNICALLY Melissa Reeves and I achieved just that… but I’d NEVER want it to be like THAT! Figures, right? Just when we’re about to win… here comes the “calvary”... here come the fucking jerkoffs that have to make it all about THEM because apparently, Chris Constantine Jr. cheating Melissa Reeves out of the MWE Championship not only because of underhanded nonsense, but because he took the back door… wasn’t BULLSHIT enough…
Oh wait… I forgot… Chris Constantine Jr. hates profanity…
Well… fuck that fucking snowflake ass, cheap shit son of a fucking whore… fucking asshole!!!
And FUCK APE too! And you know what else would have been a nice belated birthday present? Having a match tonight and an opportunity to get some payback for last week but no… left off the card yet AGAIN! Can you tell how annoyed I am by all this? Still…
Victoria takes a deep breath so she can calm down and get focused on her point.
Victoria Salinas:
If Melissa Reeves or Bobbi Jackson need a hand… I’ll be there. If APE tries to pull ANY type of nonsense tonight… I’ll be there. I’m not about to let what happened last week stand. Constantine wants to make a big deal out of his birthday, huh? WOW, how original… like THAT hasn’t been done before… I did that myself about what? 9 years ago? Someone like THAT having the top prize in this company makes me sick… combine that with the fact that I’ve had to watch other people cut in front of me in that line to even get an OPPORTUNITY AND the fact that I’ve yet to even have a number one contender’s match for god’s sake since I’ve been here… yeah… you bet I’ll be pissed off… you bet I’ll be taking some form of stand…
Because while I’m not the same vainglorious bitch that demanded that everything revolved around her and took up about an hour’s worth of showtime in a two hour show at one point… the one thing that hasn’t changed from then to now is that I REFUSE to be overlooked and I REFUSE to be forgotten about. I don’t need the world to revolve around me like Constantine does… but I’ll be damned if I’m kept on the sidelines much longer!
Victoria is interrupted by the meowing of Mr. Fluffles who returns to the scene.
Victoria Salinas:
What’s that you got there, Mr. Fluffles?
The cat puts down a headless action figure on the floor.
Victoria Salinas:
...is that a Chris Constantine Jr. action figure?
Victoria lets out an exaggerated gasp.
Victoria Salinas:
You’re SO BAD Mr. Fluffles…
She picks him up off the floor, holding him in her arms again.
Victoria Salinas:
...so… so bad… no more canned tuna for you… oh no… you’re getting a whole chicken drumstick for being such a good kitty…
There’s some laughter from Victoria as she and Mr. Fluffles leave the exaggeratedly and intentionally terrible belated birthday party behind as the scene fades to black.
Gavin Grimes:
Typical Booker bullshit, am I right?
The camera pans over to Gavin Grimes, who’s already dressed down in his ring gear and standing near catering in the backstage area.
Gavin Grimes:
Look everyone! A clusterfuck tag match with nobody who wants to team together. The only redeeming thing of this match is that I have Joey on my side, who I’ve teamed with before.
He nods and continues.
Gavin Grimes:
I mean, can you imagine if I had to team with that spoiled and jealous bitch; Anastasia? We all know how much she’s jealous of me and the relationship I had built up with her father, one she could never truly have.lets not forget about me being Underground Champion, while she continued to fail herself, over and over again.
Gavin lets out a chuckle.
Gavin Grimes:
I could talk shit all day about Kenzie and Anastasia, to be honest. I mean, they’re both just a couple of emotional lesbians, am I right?
He laughs and shrugs his shoulders.
Gain Grimes:
I’m already done talking about this, so let’s keep it simple. I’m gonna go out there and bust some fucking heads, all the while, carrying Joey Leclair to a victory. Why? It’s because it’s what I do. I’m the captain, the chosen one, the cult classic and so much fucking more. You all wanna see what I’m made of? You want me to keep on proving it, Night in and not out? Despite all the challenges? Then fine. It’s time to fuck shit up.
Grimes walks past the camera and it cuts away.
Tag Team Match
Anastasia Starling & Kenzie Garrett VS Gavin Grimes & Joey Leclair
An unprecedented tag match saw the Chicago Way champion teaming up with the woman who ended Tiff Rollins historic reign to claim the Cloud Gate Championship, Anastasia Starling. Against them their future challengers, Joey Leclair and Gavin Grimes, whose path crossed once again after their first match together back on the Maebashi show, when they lost via dq against Helena Noir and Victoria Salinas. Regardless of the outcome, the unlikely duo developed some chemistry, and they showed it in the first minutes of this match, keeping themselves fresh with quick tags and cutting the ring in half to isolate Anastasia in their side of town. The Pale Winged Passering, just like last week, seemed a bit out of her game, the weight of the personal life clearly affecting her focus. It was only two days ago that she took the stand in the trial against her father and owner of The Underground and got threatened with a gun to her head from a masked assailant. This also explained the extraordinary deployment of security at ringside. Kenzie tried to spur her partner, inviting the crowd to show their love and appreciation for the Pale Winged Passerine in this moment of difficulty, not only outside the ring but in the match as well, where she fell victim of Joey’s Death Dealer Elbow Smash, which required the intervention of the Soulknife, sliding in to make the save. Grimes was now the legal man, taking on and taunting an already worn out Starling who just kicked out from his corner shining wizard. Adding insult to injury, he mocked and taunted her, pushing her down with his foot whenever she tried to get up. Something he said triggered a reaction in Anastasia, who blocked his foot and took him down on the mat. When she got up, she had a fire burning in her eyes similar to the one shown in her first days in MWE, when she used to compete under the raven mask. Kick by kick, thrown with a new found aggressiveness, she turned the momentum of the match, taking control and whipping Gavin in a neutral corner, driving both knees to his face. Always quick and graceful in her movements, even now that rage seemed to drive her, the Pale Winged Passerine was unleashing her kicks on the Captain, leaving him dazed and connecting the running blockbuster known as Angra Mainyu. Her partner asked for the tag and she granted it, not before hitting Gavin with a moonsault knee drop to the chest. And finally Kenzie entered the ring, The first thing on her agenda was to knock Joey off the apron with a forearm to the shot, charging back at Grimes and taking him down with a hurricanrana obtaining a two count. Kenzie and Ana worked quite well together, taking down Joey with a stereo superkick and treat Gavin the same way when he entered the ring to help his partner. Kenzie made the cover on Leclair, but the Death Dealer kicked out. And one minute later, he regained control, exploiting a little miscommunication between the two girls to push Kenzie against her partner, who just made the tag. The fight between him and Anastasia was one the fans will be talking about once they get home tonight. Hard hitting, intense, with the Songbird finally letting out all the emotions she must have bottled up in these days, channeling it all in that Our Lady Peace spinning bicycle kick that would have given her team the win if it wasn’t for Gavin making the last minute save. And yet, he still managed to reach the corner and make the tag, after creating the opening with a jawbreaker. And it was back to Grimes and Starling in the final part of the match, a rivalry that runs deep between them, going back to the UG days. It seemed like Gavin had Ana beat when he dropped her with the Crowning, but Garrett made the save before Leclair could stop her. The two wrestlers who will fight for the Chicago Way title at the ppv were now fighting on the outside, while Grimes was going for a second Crowning. This time Ana broke free and caught Gavin with a quick roll up, obtaining a two count. When he got back to his feet, she kicked him in the gut and charged at the ropes, hitting the ropes to seal the deal with her American Horror Story, the most dangerous move in her arsenal. Leclair, after getting rid of Kenzie by putting her through the commentators table with a powerbomb, grabbed her foot and tripped her. He entered the ring and connected a Death Dealer elbow, sending her into a second Crowning. This time, Starling had to capitulate. WINNER: Gavin Grimes & Joey Leclair BY: Pinfall (The Crowning), 14:20 |
Ambra Monroe: "Can we say this is an upset?"
Peyton Holland: "It was a very even match on papers, and it was confirmed in the ring."
Ambra Monroe: "How much do you think the outside factors influenced this match, especially Anastasia and her performance?"
Peyton Holland: "That's a question you should ask her, Ambra."
Peyton Holland: "It was a very even match on papers, and it was confirmed in the ring."
Ambra Monroe: "How much do you think the outside factors influenced this match, especially Anastasia and her performance?"
Peyton Holland: "That's a question you should ask her, Ambra."
Millennium returns from commercial break inside a dark locker room. A dim red light shines down from the ceiling as “The Rising Phoenix” Bobbi Jackson sits in a steel chair. Already in her wrestling gear, the blonde is looking down at the MWE Lockdown Championship laid across her lap as she speaks without looking up.
Bobbi Jackson:
Every beginning has an end. My first time in Millennium, I sat in a locker room under a light just like this and made myself known that I have signed with MWE and made my intentions clear. To wrestle some of the best in the world that this company has to offer, and thus far I feel like I've done that...
The Phoenix looks up from the championship and stares directly into the camera.
Bobbi Jackson:
But then Duke Andrews happened. A man who has been an absolute thorn in my side in this company for months. Thinking he could build his name at my expense. This thing between the two of us? It was never meant to happen. But it did, the world has a funny way of going about things at times...
Bobbi kinda chuckles, a slight grin on her face.
Bobbi Jackson:
Every time I had you beat, you found a way to scurry away and keep the Lockdown Championship. But finally, I was able to get you in a one on one match without any cheating, running away, or outside interference, and I beat you! I tapped you out and became the rightful holder of this title...
The blonde lifts the championship off her lap and slings it over her shoulder, patting the center plate almost protectively.
Bobbi Jackson:
But even so, you whined and cried like a little baby on Twitter. Claimed that I cheated, it was absolute cringe. Just like every other tweet you put out. I was informed by management that it was my turn to pick the match type that this title would be defended in and I had to think about it for a while. What match could I pick that would prevent people like you from having excuses when you lose? That's when the Phoenix Cage was born...
Bobbi's eyes stare intensely into the camera lens as she continues.
Bobbi Jackson:
A match that will offer the fans a clear winner and a loser. No excuses, no whining, no crying. The better wrestler will win in this cage and I intend to have a nice long reign with this championship. And when I do lose it fair and square? I will give props to my opponent and wish them well with what they do with the title in the future...but tonight's not gonna be that night.
The Phoenix stands up kicking the chair backward with her boot that she was sitting on as she points a finger directly into the camera.
Bobbi Jackson:
Tonight? I end this chapter with Duke Andrews once and for all. Tonight I make a statement and silence one of the biggest loudmouths in wrestling. TONIGHT! The Phoenix Cage claims its first victim, Duke won't survive this Trial by Fire!
A gentle knock on the door is heard as Alexa Cannon peeks her head in.
Alexa Cannon:
You ready to go, Doll?
Bobbi gives her a determined nod.
Bobbi Jackson:
I am SO ready, let's do this!
The blonde walks over to the door as she and Alexa exit, shutting the locker room door behind them as the scene fades out and returns to ringside for the next match.
Lockdown Championship Match
Bobbi's Rule: Phoenix Cage
Bobbi Jackson (c) VS Duke AndrewsBobbi's Rule: Phoenix Cage
Ambra Monroe: “This is it, the red cage is being lowered, it’s time for the main event of the night!” Peyton Holland: “The Lockdown Championship is on the line in this one, the latest and possibly last chapter of a rivalry that has characterized this title for months now.” Ambra Monroe: “There’s no escape from the Phoenix Cage. Only way to win is by pinfall or submission.” The first defense for Bobbi Jackson against the man she won the title from, one of the founding members of APE Duke Andrews. Duke looked pretty confident, sure the cage made impossible for his fellow stable members to get any sort of help but at the same time it would offer him plenty of ways to hurt the opponent, and he began exploring his possibilities since the get going. After leveling Bobbi with a pre-emptive lariat while the cage was still being lowered, Duke grabbed a handful of hair to pull her back up and launched her against the cage wall. Ambra Monroe: “Duke is certainly wasting no time, look at the way he’s grinding Bobbi’s face on that cage.” Peyton Holland: “The cage is meant to keep APE away and prevent the opponent to run away, but the side effect is that she’s locked in with a sadic and twisted individual. This is the same man who almost ended his, at the time, best friend career.” Ambra Monroe: “Makes you wonder if she’s regretting her decision already.” Peyton Holland: “I’m pretty sure she will at the end of the match, regardless of the outcome.” Grind and grind, Duke accomplished what he was out to do. Cutting open the blonde’s forehead. As blood started gushing from her forehead, a sinister smirk appeared on his face. Bobbi was seating on the floor, wiping away the blood that, dripping on her eyes, was limiting her vision. Perhaps that prevented her from seeing the size 12 boot coming toward her face, driving the back of her head against the steel. Slow and methodical in his movement, Duke was making this look like he was enjoying punishing the Lockdown champion, taking his time to watch her crawling to the centre of the ring before curb stomping her on the canvas, leaving a red stain on the point where her face hit the mat. Peyton Holland: “Here comes the first cover… Only a two count.” Ambra Monroe: “Her first defense is already uphill for Bobbi. She needs to turn the tables as soon as possible.” The Rising Phoenix was perfectly aware of that, trying to create an opening with some punches to the ribs from a kneeling position. Her effort was in vain, seemingly having no effect on Andrews who crushed her comeback with a knee to the face, taking a few steps back to hit her with the Killshot. Ambra Monroe: “Bobbi’s down again. Will she be able to get up in time?” Peyton Holland: “Barely…” A moment before the three, the blonde girl raised her shoulders. Desperate times call for desperate measures and Bobbi had to go low, literally, to put an end to this massacre. The low blow caught The Epitome Of Perfection off guard, but the quick roll up didn’t, and the match continued. Her face was a crimson mask already, but that fire was still burning in her eyes as she kicked the hell out of the challenger, frustrating his attempt to get back to his feet. A roundhouse kick knocked him down, but he still kicked out with authority. Peyton Holland: “The champion is showing some fight, finally.” Ambra Monroe: “She had a rough start, but her heart and determination are fueling this second wind. This match is far from over.” And the battle went on with a long exchange that lasted a couple of minutes, the two competitors unleashing a flurry of kicks and strikes that took a lot out of both of them, leaving them short winded and laying on the floor after the both went for a high kick at the same time. The referee started to count, reaching four when Duke began to crawl toward the ropes, using them to pick himself up. Bobbi managed to make it back to her feet as well, charging at the opponent who took a couple of steps toward her to catch her with a sudden overhead belly to belly, launching her back first against the cage. With Bobbi down, it was time for a good ole Red Wing Stomp, The relentless series of stomps was cut short when Jackson grabbed his foot and tripped Michigan’s favorite son over. As he was getting back to his feet, Bobbi came charging at him with a yakuza kick to the temple, driving Duke’s head on the cage. Ambra Monroe: “This is what Bobbi needs to do. Use her speed to hit the opponent and move out of the way.” One thing about the steel cage is that it doesn’t matter how big or small one is. If used correctly, it hurts like hell regardless of the wrestler’s size. And Bobbi clearly made her homework before deciding the stipulation, hooking Duke’s arms on the ropes, she made sure he couldn’t move as she lit up his chest with a series of knife edge chops and kicks before dropkicking him right on the face. The back of Duke’s head hit the hard steel, and it did it a second time, then a third and two more as Jackson relentlessly kept pushing it back against it. Dazed, Duke fell on his knees after the referee set him free, eating another superkick from the champion. Peyton Holland: “Another two! Duke isn’t staying down.” Too high the stakes tonight for the member of APE. This could as well be his last chance at the Lockdown Championship should he fail to put the champion down. Bobbi wasn’t slowing down, determined to hold on the title and close this chapter once and for all. She came charging in, but Andrews caught her with a spinning side slam, hooking the leg for another two count. The match had been going for over fifteen minutes now, and both competitors looked exhausted. Bobbi, on top of this, had a nasty cut on her forehead that must have looked like a red mark for the Epitome Of Perfection, who targeted it with some stiff punches, eventually opening the wound again. Peyton Holland: “Uh oh, this is no good for the champ.” Duke lifted her over his shoulders, yelling “IT’S OVER” as he was ready to hit his Andrews Effect. Digging down deep, the Rising Phoenix found the strength for one last, desperate attack, raining down punches to the head of her opponent. And somehow it worked, her strikes stunning Duke and allowing her to climb off his shoulders, pushing him against the cage. Ambra Monroe: “Duke is bleeding! This could be the turning point of the match.” And Bobbi capitalized on this situation, turning Duke around and kicking him in the stomach. Peyton Holland: “The Phoenix Landing! She did it, she retained the title!” She struggled to roll Duke on his back after the pedigree, and almost fell on top of him. But still, it was enough to get the three count. WINNER: Bobbi Jackson (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Phoenix Landing), 17:46 |
Ambra Monroe:
With a gutsy performance, Bobbi Jackson beat her rival, writing the word end on this chapter of her career and of the Lockdown Championship.
Peyton Holland:
And speaking of end, our time is up. And so is the Down Under tour for the green brand. Once again, apologies on behalf of MWE to all our fans in New Zealand and Australia.
Ambra Monroe:
The circumstances that lead to this unprecedented decison are extraordinary, but such is the situation we are living. To our fans all around the world, please, stay at home unless it's strictly necessary and stay safe.
Peyton Holland:
Follow the guidelines to help contain the contagion, keep the safety distance and wash your hands.
Ambra Monroe:
Thank you for joining us, and good night ladies and gentlemen.
With a gutsy performance, Bobbi Jackson beat her rival, writing the word end on this chapter of her career and of the Lockdown Championship.
Peyton Holland:
And speaking of end, our time is up. And so is the Down Under tour for the green brand. Once again, apologies on behalf of MWE to all our fans in New Zealand and Australia.
Ambra Monroe:
The circumstances that lead to this unprecedented decison are extraordinary, but such is the situation we are living. To our fans all around the world, please, stay at home unless it's strictly necessary and stay safe.
Peyton Holland:
Follow the guidelines to help contain the contagion, keep the safety distance and wash your hands.
Ambra Monroe:
Thank you for joining us, and good night ladies and gentlemen.