Post by gvb on Mar 16, 2020 11:58:49 GMT -6
Riot in Auckland
Live from The Unbreakable Sanctuary in Auckland, New Zealand
Saturday, March 14th, 2020
The Unbreakable Sanctuary is filled to capacity for what is going to be the last stop of MWE's Down Under tour, cut shot due to COVID-19 outbreak. But in spite of the concerns the epidemic certainly brings, the atmosphere tonight is electric, the fans are loud and vocal ready for a great night of wrestling. After Three Days Grace's "Riot" blared out of the loudspeakers, the camera cuts to commentators' desk. Amy Maynard welcomes the crowd with her best smile, while Figgles is dressed in full regalia of a doomsday prepper. Amy points out how that seemed a bit of an overkill and invites him to remove the mask but the eccentric commentator categorically refuses. They quickly run down tonight's card, from the opening contest to the interesting match between Henri Black against Andrew Wikow, the Invictus match between Javen and Bree and the tag match that sees APE taking on The Smiths. Particular attention is reserved to the IC Title tournament semi-final, Riot's Melody Lennox taking on Sophie O'Brian. Figgles shares a theory with the fans and a shocked Amy, alleging about some conspiracy theory from the Millennium upper echelons trying to hold the Riot talents down. He's obviously referring to the controversy surrounding the match between Sophie and Megan Rydell last wednesday in Sydney. Maynard tries to defuse the argument claiming that mistakes happen, but there's no stopping Figgles, who's now further elaborating his delirious theory bringing in a secret branch of the Illuminati who are trying to rule the world poisoning the population with Latte. For a while, Amy lets him speak, finding him amusing. But when she hears him coin the term "Illumilatte" she knows he has taken this too far and cut him short, shifting the focus on the main event, a Riot Championship match that sees Devin Hearst defending against the Hardcore Hero and landlord Heath Williams.
After their introduction, we cut backstage to find the Snakebite Nina doing some stretching before for her match. The Chicago born is reached in the gorilla position by the former Riot General Manager and her trainer at Fight Lab Yulia Kirilenko.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Hey Nina!
The blonde russian says with a smile, her eyes scanning the area as if she's looking for someone.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Are you alone? Where's Camari?
Nina:
She wanted to talk to Vince about this fighting the curtain jerker situation, she should be here in a moment.
Yulia rolls her eyes.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Please don't talk like that. You and Hayley seem to underestimate the importance of the opening match. It's not disparaging, quite the contrary. It's meant to warm up the fans, to set the bar for the rest of the show. It's an opportunity, not a punishment.
Nina nods in agreement.
Nina:
Oh I know, and I'm perfectly cool with the opener to be honest. But this Hayley bitch, of all people? She's a raging cunt, a talentless bitch who walks around like she's the biggest shit here when all she can do is run her mouth without backing up.
Yulia seems shocked by her words, even annoyed to a degree.
Nina:
One thing I can agree with her tho, she don't belong in the opening match. She should be lost somewhere on the midcard, fans can always use a toilet break....
Yulia Kirilenko:
I thought I taught you something about respecting the opponent.. Not a single person on this or the Millennium roster can be considered talentless. They all worked hard to get this opportunity, just like you did.
Nina shrugs her shoulders.
Nina:
You're not the GM anymore Yulia, you can stop being nice and politically correct all the time. We all know how things work in this business, some got the job because they sucked the right dick, some because of who their family is...
Nina nods at Tiny Des who's passing by in that exact same moment. Destiny doesn't seem to have heard the zinger, but Yulia still pokes Niina's shoulder.
Nina:
For real, she hasn't won a match since Obama was president, we both know if it wasn't for Figgles she would have been in the unemployement line months ago.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Don't be like this. She's going throgh a rough path, that's undeniable. But so is her ability, she just needs to get back on track.
Nina:
Nah, they just missed her name when sending out the pink slips, that's what happened. Hell, she even lost to her niece, did you see that shit? She should count her blessings she's still here, just like Hayley. Anyway, why were you looking for Cam?
Yulia seems like she wants to add something, but Nina's match is imminent, and she doesn't want to take her focus away.
Yulia Kirilenko:
Oh, nothing I just wanted to ask her something. Anyway, good luck in your match!
Nina winks and pulls the hoodie over her head, smiling at the russian as she walks away
Hayley Halsey:
You want my thoughts? Is that it?
The camera comes on Hayley Halsey before her match with Nina takes place. It’s clear that she’s not in a good mood, although her disdain and her anger isn’t as much as usual.
Hayley Halsey:
Is this the part where I’m expected to complain about this latest opening match booking? Because at the end of the day, I know what this is. This has hit a point where the powers that be are merely trolling me at this point. It’s not the only explanation… I guess I’ve brought some of it on myself. However… I’m not going to say anything about it other than the fact that tonight begins a new chapter of my career. I’m better than what I have been showing lately and now that I’ve gotten rid of certain toxic dead weight, I’ll be even better for it. So yeah… if you were hoping for a temper tantrum out of me, I’m sorry to not give you that satisfaction, but it’s not going to happen tonight. I’m going to focus on what I have to do, I’m going to defeat Nina, and I’m going to move forward. It’s as simple as that. It only gets better from here. Period.
You’ll see exactly what I mean soon enough because the turnaround begins tonight… and mark my words… you won’t be dismissing me as a joke anymore… especially considering I’ve got other friends in high places that are going to have a little something to say about all that. Don’t worry, you’ll see what I mean…
An annoyed, albeit determined, Hayley departs from the scene ready to get her match over with and ready to, as she put it, put things back on track.
Singles Match
Nina VS Hayley HalseyTwo young women with a chip on their shoulder opened the first show in New Zealand in the history of MWE, the last stop for the Down Under tour. Frustrated for being once again booked in the opening match, Hayley took it out on the former intern, pushing the Chicago born back against the ropes where she unleashed a flurry of raging fists before sending her for a run against the ropes on the opposite side and dropped her behind her back with a back body drop. She tried to follow up with a leg drop, but Nina moved out of the way and quickly stood back up, attacking the opponent with a stiff kick to the chest to drop her down and connected a leg drop of her own. Unlike her previous matches, the Chicago born wasn’t leaving the initiative to her opponent, despite her wrestling style being mostly counter-based. Clearly with something to prove after the recent dull performances, Nina showed some new moves only recently added to her arsenal, including a nicely executed half and half suplex. Halsey wasn’t ready for this, having prepared to a whole different type of match and decided to take a time out to regroup. Nina paid the price for this new, overly aggressive side she was showing when she went for a baseball slide. Too predictable was the move, easy to dodge for Hayley who stepped aside and grabbed Nina by her feet, slamming her on the hard floor outside. Camari went to check on her fiancée, but Halsey chased her away, turning her back to the Snakebite who was quick to exploit the situation with a german suplex on the apron. Once the match went back between the ropes, the more experienced Hayley took control, once again exploiting a mistake from the opponent. Her trademark floatover backbreaker was the turning point that interrupted Nina’s comeback attempt, taking the Viper down to the mat where Hayley reached her with stomps to the small of the back. Despite undergoing the furious attack from the Heartbreaker, Nina tried to get back to her feet but an elbow drop to the lower back dropped her down on the mat. Hayley’s mistake was slowing the pace and relying on her submission skills. As good and well versed as Halsey was, she stepped in Nina’s playground and the Viper had the chance to show the fruits of her hard work at Fight Lab, quickly turning things around and grabbing hold of her foot, trapping the Heartbreaker in an ankle lock. The ropes weren’t too far and Hayley reached them relatively quick, although some damage to her ankle must have been done, judging by the grimace of pain on her face when she put the right foot on the ground. Back to her usual gameplan, Nina gave her opponent time to recover and waited for her, countering her moves and targeting that right leg. But right when she managed to lock in the knee bar that could have given her the win, Tiny Des decided to do something about what Nina said before the match, attacking the Snakebite and giving the referee no chance but to call for the bell. WINNER: Nina BY: DQ, 6:31 |
Sir Figgles: "What the hell is she doing?"
Amy Maynard: "Looks like she's standing up for herself, you should be proud, I think."
Sir Figgles: "I'm mad she's picking up a fight she can't win, that's what I am."
Amy Maynard: "Looks like she's standing up for herself, you should be proud, I think."
Sir Figgles: "I'm mad she's picking up a fight she can't win, that's what I am."
Backstage, Junior Heavyweight Champion Cheesecake and her bestie Big Barv are standing over a cowering stage hand.
Cheesecake:
I specifically said NO green M&M's! What are ya, stupid?!
She tosses a bowl of the chocolate coated candies at the man, who doesn't retaliate. Cheesecake may not look too intimidating on her own, but her beefy BFF is enough to frighten anyone.
Cheesecake:
I swear, ain't no one got respect for the champ...
Voice:
Waah, waah, waah! Cry me a river will you.
Cheesecake whips around to see who would dare interrupt her only to see the resident Psycho Kristina Spencer standing behind her
Kristina Spencer:
You really out here spewing your LIES!!
Cheesecake stares at Kristina with disdain in her eyes, clutching her title belt to her chest.
Kristina Spencer:
You are the biggest liar i have ever seen! You call yourself Cheesecake but it is obvious you are not a living, breathing piece of cheesecake! It would be cool if you were but it is just a lie!
Cheesecake rolls her eyes at this conversation, shooting a look at Barv as if to say, "Is this chick for real?"
Kristina Spencer:
If you were a real Cheesecake you would prove it by letting me eat you! I have offered to eat you many times and you have yet to let me.
Kristina smirks at her as Cheesecake’s eyes get huge as she listens to these obvious inuendo’s Kristina is throwing in her direction.
Kristina Spencer:
As a matter of fact i would say that everything is a lie from your name all the way down to your title reign. Personally i don’t think you are dessert or a real champion!
Cheesecake looks to be incensed now as she steps up to Kristina.
Cheesecake:
Now ya listen here! I'm the ONLY champ that matters 'round here, ya got that?! I'm a friggin' wrestlin' dynasty! Second generation MEGA STAR! Ya need to check ya tone when ya talkin' to the best, ya dig?
Kristina looks over at Barv
Kristina Spencer:
You keep eyeballing me and i’m gonna stick my fingers right through your eye sockets and pop those bitches out on the floor.
Kristina makes a threatening motion causing Cheesecake and Barv to step back suddenly which makes Kristina laugh
Kristina Spencer:
See that? Your courage and your title reign are the same in other words non existent! You think you are a Mega Star then let's go down to that ring tonight and you put your title on the line against me.
Kristina smirks
Kristina Spencer:
I understand if you are too scared to do that though. I mean everybody in the back says you were lucky to win that title and would never defend it against anybody that could beat you up. Probably the only thing me and Christian Michaels will ever agree on.
Cheesecake:
I ain't scared of nothin'! Ya wanna know what it's like to face a livin' legend? Fine! Ya got it! But don'tcha dare come cryin' to me when ya get beat.
With that, the champ turns on her heels and snaps her fingers, which Big Barv takes as an indication to leave. Cheesecake glares at Kristina for a lingering moment before she too heads out of frame. As Cheesecake leaves Veronica Chandler walks into frame and stands next to her client smirking
Veronica Chandler:
Sucker.
Singles Match
Leia LeBeau VS SakiThe smile Leia was wearing while making her way to the ring quickly faded when she found herself standing in front of the Kawaii Deathmachine and her unsettling mannerisms. The wicked smile, made even more unsettling by the way she tilted her head to a side to stare at The Show seemed to make her uneasy. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why she was in such difficulty in the early minutes, the unhinged and unpredictable style if the Singapore Mauler being something she couldn’t counter. In a couple of occasions Saki came really close to the three with a brainbuster and a springboard hurricanrana but the Jet City Woman always kicked out. Finally finding her footing in this match, LeBeau began swinging those educated feet, keeping the former Empire Extreme Champion at distance and eventually knocking her down with a crane kick to complete the lightning quick sequence. The fans were surprised to see LeBeau pulling a lotus lock to try submit the former champion. The move was well executed and you could tell by Saki’s facial expression that it was quite painful as well. Still, she pushed through it, using her strong legs to push herself up and bridge backward, pinning Leia’s shoulders to the mat and forcing her to break the submission in order to kick out. Mid-match the contest was still a close game, none of the competitors had yet been able to build a considerable momentum. The back and forth action saw Saki connecting a piledriver and Leia wisely rolling out of the ring to prevent the pinning predicament. The Kawaii Deathmachine couldn’t pass on the opportunity to do something crazy like diving through the ropes to take the Showgirl out. Exactly what LeBeau was expecting, countering the suicide dive with a superkick. Aware that this move alone could have changed the course of the match, Leia wasted no time and rolled her back in the ring, immediately making the cover using the ropes to get some more leverage. The referee caught her and interrupted the count. Between Leia’s attempts to cheat and Saki trying to gouge the opponent’s eyes out, the referee had his hands full trying to keep control on the match. The Singapore Mauler thought she had the match won when she planted Leia with a tornado ddt, but LeBeau kicked out in the nick of time. The match ended when Saki went for the Cotton Candy Kiss Of Death and Leia, with a forward roll, moved out of the way. Saki managed to adjust her position in mid air and landed on her feet, but when she turned around she couldn’t avoid the running big boot. LeBeau was quick to follow with a standing somersault legdrop that wasn’t enough to get the win. She didn’t lose heart and waited for Saki to get up to quickly apply the Sleepless In Seattle, her patented Sleeper Hold. The former champion was starting to fade, especially after Leia took her down to the mat and wrapped her legs around her body. With one last effort, Saki managed to break free, but while she was catching her breath, Leia kicked her head hard, and locked her in another submission, Sin City Sleepover figure four necklock. It wasn’t long before the referee called for the bell as Saki had passed out. WINNER: Leia Le Beau BY: Submission (Sin City Sleepover), 8:19 |
Amy Maynard: "This could be the biggest win in Leia's career, she just beat a former champion!"
Sir Figgles: "She's always a pleasure to watch, a true sight for sore eyes."
Amy Maynard: "You're talking about her wrestling style, I hope."
Sir Figgles: "No."
Sir Figgles: "She's always a pleasure to watch, a true sight for sore eyes."
Amy Maynard: "You're talking about her wrestling style, I hope."
Sir Figgles: "No."
The camera cuts to ringside as “Money” by Cardi B hits and after a few moments, Liv Mercer, steps out onto the stage. Liv is dressed in her ring gear, looking almost as if she’s ready for a fight as she carries a baseball bat in one hand. It’s with a smirk on her face that she begins to make her way down along the ramp, with the baseball bat placed over her shoulder, no longer doing her usual moonwalk as she makes a clear path for the ring.
Liv makes her way up the steps before she steps onto the ring canvas and slips through the ropes carefully with the baseball bat still in her hand. She makes a motion for a microphone once she’s in the ring, waiting for her music to fade out, pacing around the middle of the ring with the smirk now gone from her face.
Liv Mercer:
I could have been celebrating having a guaranteed shot at the Riot championship in my back pocket for my birthday, it would have been great, to be the first two time Riot champion in the company history. How great would that have been, right? For The Liv Show?
The fans express their objections to this idea as they begin to rain down on Liv with a loud chorus of boos to which she waves them off with the baseball bat.
Liv Mercer:
If anything I had the best battle plan of them all during that match and it all would have gone great for me if it wasn’t for Echo deciding to paint a target on my back. A decision she would end up regretting I’m sure when I made it my mission to keep her from winning the match. I would have been disgusted with myself if I had simply sat there and allowed for her to walk away with something she didn’t deserve. It turns out what she did deserve was this…
The smirk has now returned to Liv’s face as she holds up the baseball bat and waves it around slightly as a reminder of exactly how she had dealt with Echo during the last edition of Riot.
Liv Mercer:
As it turns out? I’m not satisfied. I want more. I want the gold that Echo’s walking around with because I’m thinking that it would be even better for me to become a triple crown champion. I want for her to regret putting her hands on me in the first place. Wouldn’t that look great on my resume? Come on now Echo, I’m sure you’re dying to get your hands on me, right? Here I am… what are you waiting for?
Liv takes a step back and motions towards the entrance stage with the baseball bat before she holds both of her arms out waiting for Echo to come out and answer her challenge.
Soft murmurs run through the crowd as they wait to see if the Aussie born superstar will make her presence known, a few of the bolder ones making their feelings toward Liv known. Their wait was thankfully a short one, as Wild Eyes hit the arena, bringing people to their feet as they started to chant along to the all too familiar rock song.
Echo steps out onto the stage to cheers, holding up her Invictus championship in one hand, and pointing to her Chicago Fight Lab shirt with the other. She popped her lips and dropped her hands, staring a hole through the woman who took away her shot at yet another title. She reached into the back pocket of her jeans, retrieving the microphone that was tucked away.
Settling her belt on her shoulder, the music came to a stop, and the excited crowd slowly died down.
Echo:
Little rabbit, you ran, you ran, you ran some more, but it just wasn’t enough, was it? I put you down, which you obviously remember. And you think challenging me, for this championship, is in your best interest? Because if that’s the case, I can tell you one thing is a certainty. You’ll fail miserably.
She started advancing toward the ring at a slow pace, her eyes never leaving her possible challenger.
Echo:
If that’s what you want to do, you’re on, because tearing you limb from limb sounds like a great way to workout all this pent up aggression.
Liv appears to be amused by this even though she takes a few steps further back with her hand gripping tighter onto the baseball bat.
Liv Mercer:
Don’t just stand there talking about it now… I know you’ve been dying to get your revenge on me after I cost you that match, but why should I make it that easy on you?
The question rings out as more of a challenge as Liv tosses the microphone down before she starts to swing the baseball bat as if she was putting some distance between herself and Echo.
Echo once again popped her lips, finding herself nearing the ring steps. She paused for a moment, taking note of the bat and shook her head, stepping up onto the apron.
Echo:
If you think that bat is going to save you, think again. If I step between these ropes, and you even TRY it, I’m going to shove it so far down your throat you’ll be playing tee-ball with your ass.
She leaned on the top rope, teasing getting into the ring, much to the delight of the fans. With a shrug of her shoulders, she dipped her head into the ring, followed by the rest of her body. Her eyes not once leaving Liv, she waited.. And without hesitating, Liv decides to jump directly on Echo in an attempt to catch her before she fully realizes what’s happening, having left behind the bat and instead choosing to go with her fists.
Taken by surprise, Echo barely managed to throw some fists back at Liv’s body, arms, legs, anything she could get her hands on with the wild hands flying at her head. Before the fight could really get going, security rushed the ring, pulling the two women apart as they kept throwing fists at one another until they were separated to opposite corners of the ring. They threw some rather nasty insults toward one another as the camera cut away to let things get back under control.
Singles Match
Junior Heavyweight Championship Match
Cheesecake (c) VS Kristina SpencerJunior Heavyweight Championship Match
Determined to prove a point and back up her own words, Cheesecake came out of the gate with a full head of steam, as soon as the bell sounded. Her speed and intensity caught Kristina by surprise, forcing the blonde girl to take an early breather, hiding behind her manager Veronica Chandler. Cheesecake was about to leave the ring and get her, but Barv stopped her, inviting the young champion to stay in the ring to avoid what looked a lot like a snare. And so she did, waiting until Spencer came back into the ring. She only had her upper body in, the feet still on the apron when Cheesecake kicked her on the face and set her up for a rope hung ddt. Quickly the champ made the cover but all she got out of it was a two count. Halfway through the match, Spencer had turned the tables and was controlling the match, driving Cheesecake in the corner with a series of chops and elbows. Her offense didn’t stop now that the champion was backed in the corner, not even when the referee told her to stop choking the second generation wrestler with the sole of her boot. Eventually she had to let go at the count of four but only to flip her to the centre of the ring with a snapmare and, from the middle rope, jumping with a missile dropkick to the back of the neck and head. Cheesecake was still seated on the floor, massaging the aching part when Spencer came at full speed with a shining wizard. A standing moonsault put the challenger in position to make a cover, obtaining a count of two. The match turned into a heated back and forth by the end, Cheesecake’s reign looking in serious jeopardy when Kristina connected her A Wicked Good Time after dropping her down with a Handful Of Fun boobplex that, in all fairness, lasted a bit longer than most people are comfortable with. After that big scare, the champion found some space to finally use her speed, coming at her opponent with her arsenal of aerial moves. A flying clothesline, a springboard hurricanrana, a diving tornado ddt. Cheesecake tried everything in her power to keep Krissy down for the three, but nothing seemed to work. After a superkick, Cheesecake climbed to the top rope, measuring her opponent up for the Star In The Night. Veronica Chandler climbed on the apron and bought her client some valuable time. By the time the referee was able to push Veronica back, Kristina was back on her feet, dazed. The chance to connect the corkscrew senton were gone, and Cheesecake opted for a diving crossbody… right into the Hand Of The Wicked! The punch to the heart left the young champion breathless and incapacitated to kick out in time WINNER: Kristina Spencer (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Hand Of The Wicked), 9:13 |
Amy Maynard: "What the... We have a new champ!"
Sir Figgles: "Kristina worked Cheesecake into a match and she took the title from her. That's brilliant!"
Amy Maynard: "Her pride has been Cheesecake's downfall. There's a lesson to learn in this for the young second generation wrestler."
Sir Figgles: "Kristina worked Cheesecake into a match and she took the title from her. That's brilliant!"
Amy Maynard: "Her pride has been Cheesecake's downfall. There's a lesson to learn in this for the young second generation wrestler."
The scene opens in the trainer's room. Pierce Manning is sitting on the exam table. A male doctor walks into the room with a business as usual expression on his face.
Doctor:
Good news Mr. Manning. You have a clean bill of health.
Pierce looks stunned by the prognosis of the physician.
Pierce Manning:
This must be a mistake. Feel my head! I swear I have a temperature of one hundred and eighty.
Doctor:
Your temperature is normal.
Pierce tries his best to cough up a storm.
Pierce Manning:
See. Horrible cough. Fever. Cough. I can’t breathe.
Pierce clutches his throat, doing a horrible job of acting like he has shortness of breath.
Pierce Manning:
All symptoms of Covid-19
Doctor:
You are good to go, Mr. Manning. You are not putting the roster in any danger. Now, if you excuse me.
The doctor leaves the trainers room.
Pierce Manning:
Wait! I could give you and your staff a generous donation.
??:
“Thank goodness I don’t have to suit up...”
Pierce directs his attention to his personal assistant Jared Constable who was sitting in the corner observing the entire situation go down.
Pierce Manning:
I wouldn’t be in this situation if you found me a doctor to do my bidding. Jesus. What am I paying you for again?
Jared Constable:
Isn’t Echo the current Invictus Champion? Humbling her raises your profile in the company.
Pierce Manning:
Are you implying I’m afraid?
Pierce walks over to Jarad. Folding his arms into his chest he looks down on his personal assistant. Jared feverishly shakes his head.
Jared Constable:
Of course not sir. You are the bravest man I know.
Pierce Manning:
What kind of Establishment would me and Jenni be if we didn’t care about the well being of the little people? Echo is simple minded. She doesn’t understand how the world works. Littlebitchitus? How primitive. If she insists on a fight, a fight I will give her. When tonight is all said and done she will learn her place... that is below me.
Pierce storms out the trainers room. Jared quickly follows as the scene fades to black.
Singles Match
Echo VS Pierce Manning
The match started, and it seemed to confirm what emerged from their interaction on social media. Manning feared the Invictus Champion. Or perhaps it was all part of some elaborate plan, but he ducked the Australian for the first part of the match, taking long time outs on the apron and on the outside, going for the ropes as soon as she applied even the simplest wrist lock. This attitude was annoying not only the fans who were booing him out of the building, but Echo as well. Patience was never her virtue, and with the growing frustration came the mistakes that allowed Manning to take control. Some european uppercuts anticipated an irish whip and clothesline attempt, but the Invictus champion ducked in and took Pierce down with a shoulder tackle. Again Manning tried to flee, this time Echo grabbed him by the foot and dragged him back to the centre of the ring, rolling Pierce on his back and raining down punches on his face. It was just a matter of time before Jared got involved, providing the distraction to buy Manning some time after Echo manhandled him with a series of suplexes, including a bridging german one that almost resulted in a three. He grabbed her foot preventing her from charging at Pierce who was only now getting up. Both the Invictus Champion and the referee turned around, but while the referee warned him that another interference will force him to send him off, Echo’s threat were way more colorful and violent, so much that Constable looked legit scared. The Man(ning) clubbed her with a lariat to the back, causing Echo to fall on middle rope. He put a knee to her back and pushed her down, choking her on the rope which earned him a stern warning by the referee. But as soon as the official turned around to stop Jared from trying to introduce a chair to the ring, Manning went back to the illegal move, stopping right before the referee turned his attention back to him and connecting a german suplex of his own. By the end of the match the two competitors engaged in a brawl in the middle of the ring, fighting punch for punch in a surprisingly even trade. Eventually it was Pierce who came out on top, rocking the opponent and dropping her down with his hangman neckbreaker. He capitalized with a deep cover, hooking both legs but Echo still managed to kick out. A couple of minutes later and the match seemed to have come to an end, as Manning had Echo in position for his TBTM. The Invictus Champion slipped away and quickly took him down with a chop block, locking him in on her heel hook. Manning tried to drag himself to the ropes, but the pain was too much and it looked like he was about to tap out. That was when Echo spotted Liv Mercer at ringside, picking up the Invictus championship from the timekeeper table. She immediately released the hold, heading toward the ropes to reach Mercer who now raised the title in the air. A roll up, holding on the Aussie’s tights for more leverage and Manning walked out with the win. WINNER: Pierce Manning BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 8:13 |
Amy Maynard: "Once again Liv costed Echo her match!"
Sir Figgles: "Talk about poking the bear..."
Amy Maynard: "Well, she made her intentions clear. Provoking her and putting her off her game is a good strategy."
Sir Figgles: "Talk about poking the bear..."
Amy Maynard: "Well, she made her intentions clear. Provoking her and putting her off her game is a good strategy."
Backstage Bree is wearing a slightly different ring gear to her usual wear. BreeTee Committee coloured shorts with some matching boots and wearing her birthday jersey while she’s tying her hand and wrist tape. Her hair’s been braided to be out of the way, as Bree’s taking her first Invictus match very seriously. She’s got several of Dean’s past matches all playing to try and absorb the best from the best, given her brother’s success with the division along with last week’s match where Bree was ringside while Teagan stepped in the ring herself.
Bree Smith:
Come in.
Bree says to the person who knocks at the door. It isn’t long before the door opens and Bree’s tag team partner, Teagan Gallagher, steps inside also wearing her birthday jersey. However she is sporting the extra addition of a white ball cap on her head with the word COACH printed on it in big block letters.
Teagan Gallagher:
Are you all set for tonight?
Bree Smith:
I sure am-
Bree then closes her eyes as she hears an ear-piercing whistle from Teagan.
Teagan Gallagher:
I said are you all set for tonight?
Bree Smith:
Yes, Coach!
Bree instinctively says before shaking her head at Teagan.
Bree Smith:
I see someone was taking notes when I told you about my coach in high school.
She says referencing their car travels to MWE shows and the airport, as well as generally travelling around Miami. Teagan nods her head with authority as she places both hands on her hips.
Teagan Gallagher:
Gotta keep you on your toes for tonight! The Invictus division is no joke!
Bree Smith:
It’s definitely not. My bro had that whole arm injury in it. I don’t plan on letting Javen OR anyone cut my title defense short by injuring me. Dean has given me PLENTY of drills, tape training and I think out of Javen and I, I’ve got the advantage tonight.
Teagan Gallagher:
Plus you’ve got me in your corner!
Teagan holds her hand up for a fist bump with a big smile on her face.
Bree Smith:
You’ll be there to scout patterns, and you did do that first aid training right?
Bree bops her fist against her partner’s, still excited about having Teagan be her coach for her first invictus match. Teagan taps her ball cap in an effective manner.
Teagan Gallagher:
Don’t worry, I’m a fully trained professional.
Bree Smith:
I hope so. If I get any cuts or bruises, Chris will be expecting you to take care of me so nothing is permanent.
Teagan Gallagher:
Are you saying he wouldn’t want to play nurse for you?
Teagan wiggles her eyebrows a little before she starts to laugh.
Bree Smith:
Actually I think he might do that, Girly.
As Bree realizes she’s never been too seriously banged up since she started dating.
Bree Smith:
Quick question, Teegs. Why do my gloves have these cat ears and whiskers design on them?
Teagan appears almost shocked that Bree would ask such a question as she throws both of her hands up high into the air above her head.
Teagan Gallagher:
You need quick cat-like reflexes out there, of course!
Bree narrows her eyes, as she couldn’t disagree with that point.
Bree Smith:
Good point. I think I’ll be able to show-off a few combinations I learned.
And Bree does a few combinations, repeating it twice before moving onto the next one and one high kick does almost catch her partner. Teagan manages to step back in time to avoid the kick before she claps to show her approval for her partner.
Teagan Gallagher:
That’s what I like to see! You’re going to kill it out there!
Bree Smith:
The Real Killas will be calling me up to join their crew.
As she shows her interest in the MMA side of the combat sports. Bree then grabs from her pocket a pack of oreos with two left. She flicks one towards her partner with her thumb and then flips one out for herself to just catch with her teeth.
Bree Smith:
Let’s go show Dean before we go out there, Girly.
Teagan catches the oreo with ease before she pops it into her mouth.
Teagan Gallagher:
Maybe you’ll be able to catch him with one of those deadly kicks.
They share a laugh as Teagan puts one arm around her tag team partner leading her out of the locker room as the scene fades.
Singles Match
Invictus Rules
Bree Smith VS JavenInvictus Rules
Last week CM beat Teagan in a hard fought battle and tonight his brother Javen was looking to get 2-0 against the other half of the BreeTee Committee, to get some momentum on their side before their rematch for the MWE Tag Team Titles. First Round: For both of them this was the first venture in the Invictus division, and it showed as they both approached the match cautiously, testing one another with some light punches trying to find an opening in their tight guards. It was Bree the first to land a strike, stealing a page from her brother Dean with a front kick, the same move the former champion called Down With The Door. She applied a headlock, but Javen quickly broke free and pushed her against the ropes. His dropkick hit nothing but thin air as Bree had hooked her arms on the ropes, stopping her momentum. But when Javen got back up, she charged at full speed and turned him inside out with a lariat. Smith showed the Power Of Bree, connecting her series of three german suplexes. Two actually, as Simon managed to block the third attempt and break free with a well placed elbow to the jaw. Bree looked stunned and he took full advantage by landing a flurry of hard kicks and dropping her on her head with a jumping ddt. He kept control for the rest of the round with another series of kicks, legitimating his performance and leaving no doubt on the judges’ decision. Judges scores: Moretti: Javen 10-9 Maynard: Javen 10-9 Sir Figgles: Javen 10-9 Second Round: The blonde girl definitely stepped up her game in this second round, showing a more aggressive side, applying a headlock and hitting him with a flurry of throat jabs, another trick taught to her by Dean. This left Javen breathless and exposed to her backbreaker reps, starting to focus her attacks on the lower back. More damage was done when she drove him face first against the turnbuckle and started driving her shoulder on his spine, before dropping him again with a series of german suplexes. Javen had a sort of reaction when he countered the Bree Show attempt with a hurricanrana and almost knocked the blonde out with a superkick to the back of the head. But in the end, the tag champion countered his Javen’s Effect attempt and took him down, applying a Lasso From El Paso. The work made on his lower back paid out, and Javen was forced to tap. WINNER: Bree Smith BY: Submission (Lasso From El Paso), Round 2; 4:11 |
Amy Maynard: "Last week CM beat Teagan, tonight Bree bested Javen. The question is, which team is going to win in their rematch at the PPV?"
Sir Figgles: "The real question, Amy, is why Golden Era isn't having their rematch. This is a travesty!"
Sir Figgles: "The real question, Amy, is why Golden Era isn't having their rematch. This is a travesty!"
We open in a darkened area of the backstage area of the Unbreakable Sanctuary in New Zealand. Honestly, this is a boiler room area. The few lights combined with the dripping of the water here and there create for a creepy environment overall. A few moments into this segment and the darkened silhouette of a female figure enters into the scene from stage left. She has her back turned to the camera but we can see that she is wearing blue denim jeans, black boots, and a black leather jacket with a hood that covers her head. She stands there for a few tense moments, allowing the viewers to think about it for a while before she speaks…
Sophie O’Brian:
Scorched Earth…
The voice belongs to Sophie O’Brian, which lets us know just who is here speaking to us right now.
Sophie O’Brian:
A scorched-earth policy is a military strategy that aims to destroy anything that might be useful to the enemy when retreating from a position. Any assets that could be used by the enemy may be targeted. This usually includes obvious weapons, transport vehicles, communication sites, and industrial resources.
The Irish beauty turns around and throws the hood off of her head. The look upon her face remains stoic and neutral.
Sophie O’Brian:
In the Napoleonic Wars Russia’s successful use of this strategy was key in their eventual defeat of Napoleon’s French empire. In the Civil War during Sherman’s March, Union forces burned the entire South to the ground, ensuring that Confederate forces could not utilize any of the land or its resources.
O’Brian motions to herself.
Sophie O’Brian:
Thus far I have utilized a scorched earth policy, leaving a furious flame in my wake and broken bodies behind me as I marched through this Intercontinental Title Tournament. Dean Smith thought he could stop me, Kelsey Spencer thought she could stop me, and Megan Rydall thought she could stop me…
She chuckles.
Sophie O’Brian:
…all were wrong. Now Megan can make all of the excuses she wants, she can argue that the referee made a mistake and perhaps he did but the record still stands and it still shows me as the winner. No one goes back and says the United States cheated in using the atomic bomb and thus Japan actually won World War 2. It is utterly ludicrous. You win by any means necessary. I won, Megan. So get over it. Although while we are on the subject of making excuses, my next opponent is an expert at making excuses when things do not go her way.
A confident grin forms on her face.
Sophie O’Brian:
Melody Lennox, you come in here as if you are the second coming of Christ himself. You come here with the all of the hype and praise like a conquering hero returning with the spoils of war. But when you peel back the skin just a little you learn the truth of the matter. You learn that the only hype and praise came from you. No one else in this company gave a damn that you were on your way to MWE. No one else gave a damn about your petty little disagreements with your previous employers that led you here. Your oversized overinflated opinion of yourself has made you completely and utterly delusional, Melody. Furthermore, you came in here like a conquering hero but what have you conquered?
She shakes her head.
Sophie O’Brian:
Absolutely nothing. Granted, I will admit that you have been impressive since you have finally started wrestling. Once you stopped running your damn mouth you proved you could fight. You even made it to the semi-finals of this tournament to crown the first ever Intercontinental Champion. And for that, my dear, you should be applauded.
The Irish beauty delivers a sarcastic golf clap for Melody.
Sophie O’Brian:
Now I anxiously anticipate to hear what you say next. God knows that you love to hear yourself speak. Propaganda is, indeed, a powerful tool in warfare but propaganda can only get you so far. No doubt you will give your typical propaganda about how I am a talentless buffoon, brainless even, who has no business in the same ring with the God-like Melody Lennox. Am I right? Did I just steal your script, Melody? If I did and I just forced you to have to rewrite your entire speech then I apologize. I hope I didn’t steal your propaganda because your propaganda machine is all you have that works in your favor and just as I said before, it only gets you so far.
She sneers angrily.
Sophie O’Brian:
Eventually you will have to step into the ring. You can only talk and talk and delay the inevitable for so long before finally you will have to enter the ring and meet your maker. Tonight, Melody, you will step into the ring and stare into the eyes of the destroyer, into Wisdom herself, and Wisdom, Melody, will be the death of you.
She smirks knowingly.
Sophie O’Brian:
Just one final piece of advice, love. Get the propaganda machine of yours working overtime thinking of an excuse as to why you got your ass beat by me here tonight.
Sophie O’Brian walks off. The scene shifts.
Singles Match
Josh Holloway VS Brien StormBoth men couldn’t be happy with how this Australian tour went, how their goal, the Intercontinental Championship, slipped through their fingers. A win tonight wouldn’t put them back in title contention but it would give them some momentum going toward the ppv. Brien Storm came out strong with a superkick to the face after taking Josh to his knees with a low dropkick. He even tried a quick pinning predicament but the Sovereign kicked out in one. The Captain tried to control the match and wear out the bigger man with a headlock, not the smartest idea against a powerhouse who could easily lift him and drop him back with a back suplex. And after creating the opening, Holloway used all his strength to whip Brien in the corner, squashing the former EIW World Champion with a huge running splash. He connected a couple of elbows in the corner and followed up with a fallaway slam, but just like Brien before, he couldn’t keep the opponent down for the three. The smartest thing Brien could do was to work the legs of the big man, and eventually the Favorite Worst Nightmare realized it. He broke Josh onslaught with a headbutt, creating some separation and charging at the Sovereign who tried to behead him with a lariat. Storm ducked in and quickly turned around to kick him on the back of his legs. Sticking to this plan, he eventually chopped down the big ole tree and dropped him on his head with a ddt. He began stomping the grounded opponent, picking him up (not without some struggle) and whip him in the corner, where he met him with more kicks to the chest and sternum before using his foot to choke him, letting him go at the count of four. Holloway turned things around when he caught Storm with a spinning side slam. Storm was now the one stuck in the corner, before Josh launched him in the middle of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. The running big boot to the seated opponent didn’t find the target as Storm dropped down and ducked it, sliding his arm between the legs of the big man with a school boy and dropping him against the lower turnbuckle. Now in control, Brien kept working on the the mat, laying the groundwork for the Koji Clutch that gave him the win. WINNER: Brien Storm BY: Submission (Koji Clutch), 8:13 |
Amy Maynard: "A hard fought battle, but in the end the Favorite Worst Nightmare came out on top."
Sir Figgles: "It's definitely a big boost walking into the ppv."
Sir Figgles: "It's definitely a big boost walking into the ppv."
Backstage in the locker room, Henri Black sits in a dimly lit room, his eyes closed and his head resting against the wall and a trio of tape rolls of varying sizes seated on the bench beside him. After a moment like this he takes a long, slow breath followed by an equally slow exhalation and reaches for the largest of the rolls and tearing a long strip free and methodically begins binding it to his wrist and around the joint of the thumb.
??:
Some things never really change, don’t they?
The pre-match ritual is one of the most sacred moments for a wrestler. Especially before what promises to be a tough match, those last five, ten minutes right before stepping inside the ring become crucial to find the focus necessary to take on the task. You can bet Henri Black wouldn’t have been so clement with whoever would dare to disturb him in this peculiar moment, unless he instantly recognized that voice? And how could he not? That feminine voice, the cold tone and that northern europe accent that still couldn’t be hidden even after all these years, belongs to none other than Helena Noir.
Helena Noir:
Looks like everywhere we go, there’s a Johnny Zero, or an AJ Skills.. Or in this case, a Glory Braddock.
Henri Black:
You know on any given night I would have thought that nobody could possibly be worse than Johnny Zero, well maybe Jimmy James, but Glory and her little friends surely have made a solid case for inclusion on that list recently haven’t they? it wouldn;t be so bad if not for the fact that she had so much promise, I let myself get excited about having a truly worthy opponent for the first time in so many years… Honestly she reminded me of us.
finished with the left wrist Henri swaps hands and begins the process on his right paying extra attention to his dominant hand to ensure his grip remains strong during the match despite its presence. Leaning against the wall in front of her fellow Revenant, Helena gives him a nod.
Helena Noir:
All those years in the business, all those titles… You would think she was better than this.
She sounds disappointed, almost condescending in her tone.
Helena Noir:
Greed is a wrestler’s worst flaw. That hunger for gold, the wanting it all and want it now. It’s the grave of the sport we love. I find it ironic that Braddock and her goons called me an “Enemy Of Wrestling”, when they, and the people like them, are the ones who are slowly killing the business.
Henri chuckles humorlessly and sighs.
Henri Black:
Never underestimate the overwhelming power of the human ego, and the repeated successes she’s had have only justified her own belief in her own moral, and physical, superiority… it’s funny to think that I might have ended up the same way if Johnny, Jimmy and AJ hadn’t taken such perverse pleasure in my continued destruction, but I doubt you’re here to reminisce about the good old days, which means you have a plan.
Helena Noir:
You know me so well…
The last Liberty champion says with a smirk.
Helena Noir:
I don’t know about you, but as tired as I grew of having to deal with this bullshit over and over again, only a few things give me as much satisfaction as spoiling someone’s plans and put bitches in their place. And every time i see the Glorious Golden Era
These last words are pronounced with a mocking tone.
Helena Noir:
All I see is three big, self-entitled bitches.
Henri barks a laugh at that and drops his tape roll back to the bench and picks up the first of the smaller pair.
Henri Black:
I seem to be seeing a lot of those recently, first Pierce and Jenni and now these three golden assclowns, and I did promise a reckoning… what did you have in mind for them, quick and brutal or dawn out agony?
Helena pushes off the wall and walks toward Henri.
Helena Noir:
You certainly know what to say to a woman.. Let’s start with taking down the pawns, before we checkmate the Queen. Are you busy this Wednesday?
Henri grins and shakes his head.
Henri Black:
I think I can organise a trip to Chicago. And if it’s even half as much fun as we used to have it’ll be well worth the effort.
Henri looks up as his theme music begins to play and rises to his feet
Henri Black:
And now, if you will excuse me, I have some business to take care of in the ring.
The scene opens backstage in the locker room. The duo of Neil Newman and Kyle Butler are looking at a television monitor. Both men are in street clothes, neither of them have a match tonight. Neil has his hands in his pockets. Kyle has his hands on his hips.
Kyle Butler:
Can you believe they have the nerve to challenge us?
He rolls his eyes. Neil continues to stare at the screen with a blank expression. Kyle turns to Neil.
Kyle Butler:
We did nothing wrong! We didn’t attack Henri. Helena on two occasions picked a fight with us! Now those jokers think they can call us out? No! It doesn’t work like that!
Kyle grabs the monitor. He viciously tosses it across the other side of the room. We can hear the monitor smash against the wall. Neil shakes his head.
Neil Newman:
Jessica rubbing off on you bud?
Neil smirks. Do does Kyle.
Kyle Butler:
Nothing wrong with unleashing SOME aggression. Screw it. I am sick and tired of Henri running his damn mouth. Is he supposed to be the living embodiment of the walking death? I was hoping to smack Helena around for last week. F**k The Revenants. WE are the GOLDEN ERA. WE are REAL athletes. No tag team on this roster holds a candle to US. Lets show them Wednesday we ain’t afraid of there bullsh*t!
Fired up, Kyle smacks Neil’s chest. Neil removes his hands from his pockets. He slaps Kyle just as hard.
Kyle Butler:
ROLL TIDE BABY.
Neil and Kyle go to shake hands... they rethink what they are about to do. The scene ends with them fist bumping each other.
Singles Match
Andrew Wilkow VS Henri BlackAndrew Wilkow did great last week in the Riot Rumble, lasting until the end and only getting eliminated by the winner, Kelsey Spencer. Henri Black instead couldn’t be too happy with his performance, and he walked into this match tonight determined to get some wind behind his sails before Wednesday’s tag match against Golden Era. With his spirits soaring, Wilkow opened the match with a good onslaught of offense, keeping Henri on the ropes for a couple of minutes, bombarding him with his heavy strikes. Knowing how to take a beating, the veteran Black weathered the storm, waiting for the land the first strike of his match. A swift, stiff punch that caught Wilkow right on the pit of the stomach, abruptly stopping his offense. And from that moment Henri began fighting his type of match. Slow pace, methodically tearing the opponent apart with a particular attention to the right leg, looking to weaken it for his Memento Mori. A few stomps to the knee and ankle and then he went for a figure four leglock. Knowing his limits as a technical wrestler, Andrew opted for a good old beatdown to relieve some pressure from the leg, pummeling Black’s knee until the Australian had to break up the hold. At the halfway point Wilkow was limping, the methodical work of Henri Black was paying dividends. The Appalachian Mountain Monster could still rely on his hand to do damage and keep his opponent at bay. A right hook caught Black on the jaw and sent him stumbling backward. “Come on, sumbitch” barked Hearst’s right hand inviting Henri to attack him and catching him with an atomic drop/big boot combination as he did. With a series of power moves Andrew took control, coming close to the win with a buckle bomb and a spinebuster. The fans were cheering for the home town boy, and this didn’t sit well with Wilkow who lifted the opponent over his head in a gorilla press position and headed to the ropes, saying something down the lines “If you like him so much, have it”. The MWE fans have seen him tossing opponents into the front row with ease, but not tonight. Henri slipped away and pushed the big man out of the ring, hitting him with a jumping knee from the apron. On the outside, he took advantage of the surroundings, slamming the opponent’s right leg on the barricade and on the steel steps, so that when he rolled the opponent back in the ring, all he had left to do was to apply his Memento Mori grapevine ankle lock to obtain the win. WINNER: Henri Black BY: Submission (Memento Mori), 10:21 |
Amy Maynard: "Another win for Henri Black."
Sir Figgles: "HOW DARE HE CHALLENGE THE GOLDEN ERA?"
Amy Maynard: "He has some unfinished business with Glory Braddock, taking down her goons is par for the course."
Sir Figgles: "It's a shame, I kind of liked him. I never thought he'd be an Enemy Of Wrestling."
Sir Figgles: "HOW DARE HE CHALLENGE THE GOLDEN ERA?"
Amy Maynard: "He has some unfinished business with Glory Braddock, taking down her goons is par for the course."
Sir Figgles: "It's a shame, I kind of liked him. I never thought he'd be an Enemy Of Wrestling."
Backstage we find Luna Smith in her element. Chocolate gifts from several companies as a reward for her latest win and briefly mentioning them to her several followers. Dean Smith is letting her be herself but notices a knock at the door. With a fitted dark blue MWE shirt on and also wearing his black invictus shorts and boots.
Dean Smith:
I'll get it.
Dean says and heads to the door. Behind it is a plucky MWE assistant working for the company but clearly a local girl to the area by her accent.
MWE Assistant Girl:
Hi! So I have a black coffee and…a hot chocolate, with a hint of hazelnut and gingerbread. Half the portion of low fat cream with two shakes of chocolate powder on top topped with a swizz of cherry syrup.
She lists off the complicated drink like she's giving a presentation but manages to get through it and smiles bright. Dean on the other hand is visibly impressed.
Dean Smith:
Wow. Even I can't remember Luna's drink order and you didn't even write that down.
MWE Assistant Girl:
Don't sell your memory so short. Some people can remember words, others are better at remembering numbers.
She greets him with a smile and writes down on his coffee a few numbers.
MWE Assistant Girl:
But just in case the worst comes to the worst…you get hit tonight and you forget it, I wrote it down there for you.
Luna then storms over and sides by Dean.
Luna Smith:
Bye.
She takes the coffees from the assistant and closes the door with her heel.
Dean Smith:
What?
Luna Smith:
Can we focus on tonight's match?
Dean Smith:
Of course we are. We have been all week.
Luna Smith:
You've already teamed with Bree so far in Millennium and won. Now you're with me and I don't need to remind you the Monkeys, APE.
She corrects herself with an eye roll and brings her drink up.
Luna Smith:
Are our opponents tonight. This is our chance to get them back for those spiteful, evil attacks that were so uncalled for.
Luna then tries to quell the rage with some hot chocolate that does perk her up a bit.
Dean Smith:
I'm very aware. I'm the one they've hit most or do you not remember that picture?
Him bringing that up turns the sweet taste into sour, disgusting taste as Luna shakes her head at him for bringing that up.
Luna Smith:
Don't bring that up.
Dean recognizes her unease with hearing it and, in the brother-sister way he pauses to apologize without saying a word. After setting his coffee down, he takes Luna by the shoulders to be serious with her.
Dean Smith:
Look, Luna. We've been quiet on social media to put our heads down. Spend day after day in the gym getting ready, getting you ready for these guys. We can't do Star of the Stars stuff you do out there. We need to hit them, hit them hard and make them remember it. So they never come back at us.
Luna Smith:
I know that. We've got Bree on this roster, that friend of hers…Millie comes to these shows. I don’t want her or anyone hurt by these jackals.
Dean Smith:
They won't ever get Millie, you, Bree, anyone while I'm here. Even if it means showing up at both shows, I'll do it.
Luna's sour, straight face slowly transforms to an appreciative smile given her brother's gross dislike of travel but he'd do it for the family.
Dean Smith:
We've both faced Alan before. We've both defeated him before. So he's got REDD-
A knock at the door interrupts him as it is slowly opened to reveal Luna’s personal assistant, Holly Wakefield, who pokes her head in just enough to get a peek.
Holly Wakefield:
Yoohoo!
Luna Smith:
He’s already got your--Oh, it’s you, Holly.
Luna, in her Luna way, welcomes Holly into the room and straightens herself up. Holly takes no offense, clearly used to Luna’s ways, as she pushes the door all the way open to reveal her son strapped to her chest in his carry on as she gives both Smith siblings a smile.
Holly Wakefield:
I’m giving him the big tour here tonight, not that he’s going to remember much…
Dean Smith:
Hey. Who have we got here?
Dean approaches Holly’s little one to greet him. Holly places one hand on top of her son’s head in a careful manner as she looks over at Luna who appears to want nothing to do with getting anywhere close to the baby.
Holly Wakefield:
This is Hayden… his big debut out into the real world.
Luna Smith:
On the night Dean and I make our tag team debut. Holly, did you manage to get my ring gear, the blue ones with the silver writing not the gold and my black boots not my silver ones.
Luna tries to shift the focus back to her needs while Dean lets Hayden grab his finger, gently moving it slightly to make him chuckle.
Holly Wakefield:
I did, but I need to get them out of my car still.
Holly gives Dean a smile as she answers Luna’s demands.
Holly Wakefield:
Someone’s got a fan.
Dean Smith:
Yeah. I haven’t met a Wakefield who doesn’t like me.
He says before taking a quick sip of his cup.
Holly Wakefield:
You haven’t met my sister.
Holly laughs a little bit as she rubs over her son’s head before turning her attention over to Luna.
Holly Wakefield:
I can run out quickly to get your ring gear, but it might help for you two to watch Hayden for me while I do that.
Dean Smith:
I think we can manage that.
Luna Smith:
Isn’t there a Holly Helper who has one of their special skills is baby -- caring for?
Luna says, forgetting they were all taking a break as one of their holidays. Holly shakes her head as she gently takes Hayden out from the carry on and places him in Dean’s arms.
Holly Wakefield:
I gave them a well deserved holiday, but don’t worry, I won’t be gone for too long.
Once Holly puts him in his arms, Dean supports him so he can relax while Luna’s a little concerned with their look.
Luna Smith:
Alright, but hurry. Sprint there and back. Pitter-Patter, Holly.
Luna quietly claps her intern to hurry as she didn’t want her new baby boy to spit up on Dean and force her to start all over again with their tag look. Holly makes a quick salute for Luna before she mouths a quick thank you towards Dean.
Holly Wakefield:
Don’t get into too much trouble now.
After Holly quietly exits, Dean makes sure to keep Hayden’s attention on him so Holly’s absence wouldn’t be noticed and upset him, hoping to do it long enough for Holly to get back. Luna meanwhile has another sip of hot chocolate to quell more rage.
Luna Smith:
Do you see the problems you create by talking to women? Do you, Dean?
Tag Team Match
APE (REDD Thunder & Alan Envy) VS The Smiths (Dean & Luna)
First time as a team for the Smiths, taking on two members of APE, namely Redd Thunder and Alan Envy. A lot of tension between them, Envy getting on Dean’s face accusing the former Invictus champion to have costed him his chances in the Intercontinental Championship tournament. Luna stepped up reminding him that he did the same to her in the first round. REDD pushed her back, which prompted Dean to fire the first shot, staggering the big man with a heavy punch to the face and taking him down with a Thesz press. Alan took the chance to hit Luna with a headbutt right between the eyes. The impetus of the brawl sent both Thunder and Dean on the outside, thus leaving Envy and Luna as the legal men to begin the match. And it was all Alan in the first minutes, the Star Of The Night still looking dizzy after the headbutt. He held nothing back, pulling some big moves right off the bat and already obtaining a near fall after a suplex dropped into a backbreaker. Despite this being their first time together, APE showed a good chemistry, keeping themselves fresh with quick and frequent tags. Things went from bad to worse for the blonde girl now that REDD was in the ring. The Walking Disaster brought his does of destruction into the match, his pop up powerbomb/running senton combination requiring Dean’s intervention to break up the pinfall. In her moment of greatest difficulty the former Lockdown champion managed to somehow catch REDD with a throat jab, creating the slightest of the openings to try reach her brother. She was making her way to the corner when the big man wrapped his arms around her waist and hit a german suplex. With an impressive feat of agility the Star Of The Night landed on her feet, rolling under Thunder’s clothesline and diving toward Dean’s extended hand. In came the former Invictus champion, unleashing a flurry of forearms to REDD’s face and knocking him down with a standing dropkick. His main focus though was Alan Envy, and Dean brought him into the ring with a suplex. Of course this allowed REDD to blindside him with a clothesline from behind and unsurprisingly, Dean paid for his desire to get his hands on Envy as APE double teamed him with a powerbomb onto a backbreaker. Eventually he got what he wanted, a one on one shot at the Lonestar.Although being for several minutes at the mercy of REDD Thunder put him in a position of disadvantage. A pop up death valley driver gave him a near fall and certainly gave him a huge boost of confidence. He tried his Envious Demise but Dean blocked the ddt attempt, countering it with a northern lights suplex. Alan kicked out in two, but the move was only the beginning of Dean’s second wind. Forget suplexes and fancy moves, the rage and frustration for the beatdown he suffered one week ago found their natural outlet in a flurry of stiff elbows and punches. By the end of the match. the Smiths were in control, Luna now using her Krav Maga background to wear down REDD with some knee strikes in the corner. She obtained a couple of near falls with her Starstorm and the Upgrade, bur REDD wasn’t staying down. Actually, he almost walked away with the win after a savate kick. Another tag brought back Alan in the ring, and he picked up where his partner left, blocking Luna in a neutral corner and unleashing a series of uppercuts. The Star Of The Night attempted a reaction with a front kick, blocked by Envy. The enziguri kick was so sudden that Alan never knew what he hit him, and he could only watch as Luna crawled to her corner and made the tag. Dean came in like a house on fire, clotheslining Alan off his boot and knocking Redd off the apron with a running big boot. He went back to Envy, kicking him as he was down and making the cover for another near fall. He then picked him up, getting caught by a blatant low blow from Envy that prompted the disqualification. WINNER: The Smiths BY: DQ, 14:12 |
Amy Maynard: "Oh come on!"
Redd quickly got rid of Luna, throwing her out of the ring before joining Alan in another beatdown to the poor Dean. APE might have lost the match, but once again they were the ones standing tall in the end.
Redd quickly got rid of Luna, throwing her out of the ring before joining Alan in another beatdown to the poor Dean. APE might have lost the match, but once again they were the ones standing tall in the end.
The scene cuts backstage to Vincent Moretti in his office at his desk, glancing over at some paperwork, when the door swings open without even a knock. Steps in is none other than Megan Rydell, who looks none too pleased with what happened to her in the Intercontinental Championship Tournament against Sophie O’Brian. The office this week is surrounded by barrels of wine but at least Vincent has had the good sense not to partake in any drink before or during the show. But there are full upright bottles of grape wine decorating his desk. Rydell walks up to Vincent’s desk, her arms crossed as she just stares at him, waiting for him to address her. Vincent drops his paperwork and puts on a professional smile with his hands folded over the desk.
Vincent Moretti:
Megan. What can I do for you? I wish you’d knock though. We’ve already had someone try to steal a bottle of wine thinking it was a potential latte earlier.
After a moment he does blink before glancing at the bottles of wine and he tries to lighten the mood a little.
Vincent Moretti:
Though if you ask for a bottle to go, I can provide that. This is some rare Australian wine after all. No drinking during the show however. Besides, one of these bottles is for this guy named Pete who calls himself a Mayor. Probably the worst one of the bunch but it’s still some level of decent. It IS wine.
Megan Rydell:
Once again, I’m not even booked. So, why would it matter if I had some of your dumb Australian wine?
Megan rolls her eyes.
Megan Rydell:
You know why I’m here, Vincent, and I shouldn’t have to be the one to chase you down to get this fixed. I was screwed the other night against Sophie. I kicked out, I CLEARLY kicked out. But the referee, a Millennium referee, mind you, screwed me over. Riot needs to do something about this. YOU need to do something about this.
She leans over the desk and glares straight into his eyes. Vincent’s face goes from professional happiness to something more resembling the stern taskmaster.
Megan Rydell:
You need to put me in the match tonight. I deserve it. I earned it.
Vincent leans back on his office chair taking in the feedback from one of his employees or rather the assertion here.
Vincent Moretti:
You did kick out, Megan. What can I say to that? And I agree with you. You were cheated out of a fair opportunity to advance. But you and I both know that the official's decision is final. And unfortunately you’re the one that’s out. I wish your match happened on my show, I’d have more ways to prevent that. But to insert you into the match with those two who earned their way into their spot without any notice...that isn’t fair to them either. Nor is it fair to anyone who bought a ticket to come to this show. Or fair to you for that matter since it’d be a triple threat rather than one on one.
This doesn’t help Megan’s mood in the slightest even if Vincent at the very least is sympathetic to her plight to some degree.
Vincent Moretti:
You’re in line to be one of the first to have an opportunity after the tournament and I’ll ref the damn thing myself if I have to considering the abundance of errors that have been happening of late if you can work your way there. That’s all I can do for you right now. Everything still has to be earned, after all.
Megan Rydell:
Unfair!?
Meg scoffs as she slams her hand down on the desk in frustration.
Megan Rydell:
Unfair is you not putting me in this match. Unfair is you not booking me tonight to take out my frustrations. Unfair is how I’ve been treated since you’ve come on as GM. I’m a star, Vincent. If you’re too blind to see that? Maybe I should take my talents elsewhere, where they’re appreciated.
Vincent Moretti:
Now you’re being unfair to me if you continue that cycle, lass. You’ve not been around the industry that long. You might not be fully aware of how all of these things work but everyone else has a right to their livelihood. I don’t want a tempermental star harming one of them. That’s why I asked you to come but you’re not wrestling. You’re still getting paid and I don’t know many other promoters who would do that for you in this posi--
And before Vincent can further explain his point one of the stage hands sprints into his office and nearly bumps into Megan in a full blown panic.
Stage Stooge:
Mr. Moretti! This is awful! Come quick!
Vincent eyeballs the young man who came in.
Vincent Moretti:
Calm down. Where’s the fire? What the hell happened?
Stage Stooge:
Sophie has been assaulted an--
And then you see Vincent’s face turn with rage as he pounds the desk with his fist in frustration which scares the young man almost to the floor. This almost knocks the wine off said desk. He stands up balancing himself with his usual cane as he marches over to eyeball the young man directly.
Vincent Moretti:
WHAT!? Who the hell did it?
And at that, the poor young man’s skin color drops.
Stage Stooge:
I...don’t know.
Vincent goes to eyeball Megan and back to the stagehand to study their expressions wondering what all might have happened and who could’ve done it.
Vincent Moretti:
Well...it’d be obvious to suspect Melody considering the circumstances but I don’t want to assume without proof. Now go and do me a favor young man…go and get the tape from the security van to see who did it. NOW! I don’t want to waste anymore damned time having another extra curricular activity that doesn’t involve wrestling in the ring under MY watch. I’m growing sick of it.
The poor kid is flustered for a moment before he sprints out of the office to do what he’s asked. Now Vincent’s eyes are utterly mad as he eyeballs Megan.
Vincent Moretti:
Alright kid. It’d be even more unfair to let Melody advance without having to do anything a second time. You want your second chance in this tournament eh? You got it. Go and get ready for it. We very rarely grant second chances in wrestling after all. Use this wisely. EARN yourself a spot for championship gold and put all of us in position to make money.
Megan jumps up and down in glee before she grabs Vincent by surprise, giving him a hug.
Megan Rydell:
Thank you! I won’t let you down and I’ll show you why I’m the star of the Riot brand! You won’t regret this! I’ve gotta go get ready!
Meg turns and runs out of the locker room, leaving Vincent there by himself. Vincent straightens out his ruffled suit after the surprise hug.
Vincent Moretti:
...What is it with people and ending meetings with hugs...though younger me would be going nuts about it. But who the hell forced THIS change of plans...
After muttering that last statement he returns to his desk going through his papers and keeping an eye on the big television for what could be going on in the ring as well.
Singles Match
MWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Semifinal
Megan Rydell VS Melody LennoxMWE Intercontinental Championship Tournament: Semifinal
The match nobody was expecting to see took place in the Unbreakable Sanctuary. Not the fans who came to see Sophie O’Brian taking on Melody Lennox, not Megan Rydell when she stepped in Moretti’s office to plead her case hoping, in the best case scenario, to be added in a triple threat match and certainly not the Wicked Mel, who prepared for another opponent with completely different characteristics. And who perhaps, caressed for a minute the idea of qualifying to the final without breaking a sweat. Instead she found herself dealing with a very determined Rydell who saw this unexpected opportunity as a sign of destiny, a chance she wasn’t going to miss. And she started very aggressively, muscling Lennox in the corner and delivering a series of furious strikes, elbows and forearms mostly but without disdaining some kicks to the chest. An irish whip sent Lennox in the opposite corner and Megan tried to capitalize with a clothesline. Melody’s evasion skills came into play as the blonde girl left through the ropes, leaving Meg to eat the turnbuckle. She quickly climbed to the top rope and, took the opponent down with a diving blockbuster. The central part of the match saw Melody gaining some ground, once again thanks to her quickness that allowed her to dodge the opponent’s attack and drop her face first in the corner with a buckle flatliner. She used an irish whip to send Megan against the ropes but Rydell countered it and leapfrogged over Melody and prepared herself to receive Lennox when she would bounce back. What she wasn’t ready for was the springboard crossbody that took her down, with the Smol But Mighty rolling over and popping back to her feet to swing for the fences with a roundhouse kick. There was a cover, but Rydell kicked out and forced herself up to her feet. Still dazed, she was open to the flurry of kicks Melody brought her, concluding her sequence with the Common Sense ((front-flipping walkover one-legged scorpion kick). Treated to a great match, the fans were incredibly loud and vocal, despite none of the competitors being a crowd favorite. But the level of intensity and quality they brought into the contest was so high that they were really sold on it, kept on the verge of their seats by a series of near falls. Megan hit her Gamen-girl Kick and leapt off the top rope with a beautiful Fly-Dell phoenix splash, only to see her dream crushed by Melody’s foot on the rope. The Villainess thought she had it won when she connected her Off-Key Symphony, but Megan miraculously kicked out. As often happens, the final moments of the match saw the two exhausted womens trading slow but powerful strikes in a battle of nerves and will. And in the end, Megan prevailed, staggering Melody with a punch to the side of the head. She sent her in the corner with an irish whip and followed with a jumping knee to the face, quickly lifting her and resting her feet on the top rope before planting her down with her lifting ddt called Beautiful Disaster. WINNER: Megan Rydell BY: Pinfall (Beautiful Disaster), 12:27 |
Amy Maynard: "She did it!"
Sir Figgles: "Haha, you gotta love it!"
Amy Maynard: "She took the chance and made the best out of it! And now, in two weeks, she'll be representing Riot in the Intercontinental Championship."
Sir Figgles: "Haha, you gotta love it!"
Amy Maynard: "She took the chance and made the best out of it! And now, in two weeks, she'll be representing Riot in the Intercontinental Championship."
We come back from commercial, and in front of the ring towards the entrance way stands a Powiri and Kapahaka group. The women stand out in front of the men, bar one man who stands ahead of everyone, the Chief of this tribe, a Taiaha in both hands, his face painted deeply in Maori Ta moko. A man to the side of the group, his face too tattooed with a visually similar Ta moko, places a conch shell to his lips and begins blowing into it like a trumpet. It gives off a deep, eerie sound that paints visuals into the minds eye of the struggles of all those Maori warriors who battled against the waves Tangaroa bestowed upon them, when traveling by waka from Hawaiki, to Aoteroa.
The entirety of The Revolution come out, their theme music absent, and stand at the top of the ramp. Usually at this point, the fans would be jeering their lungs out, but instead they are enthralled by the music from the conch shell. Either that, or they understand the protocol that when there is a Powihiri, you keep your mouth zipped. The Chief walks halfway up the ramp, his Taiaha pointed out in front of him, ready to gut those that trespass without his consent. His eyes bulge out of his skull, as he draws an invisible line across the floor with his Taiaha. He takes a step back, and welcomes Heath and co to step across the line.
“HAERE MAI! HAERE MAI!” the leading wahine, possibly the Chief’s daughter, sings from the bottom of the ramp. “E nga iwi e… haere mai.”
Her voice of broken beauty cries out in welcome, as her vocal chords continue to vibrate, echoing throughout the arena that keeps silent. As she sings, The Revolution slowly step forward, carefully walking down the ramp as if not to disrupt the Karanga. As they reach the end, the wahine disperse, their pois spinning rapidly in the air in front of them, as the Chief’s daughter’s voice grows louder. The Revolution enter the ring, and are followed by the Maori men that make up the Kapahaka group. The lead wahine’s voice starts to simmer down, and the men get themselves in position. The Chief points his Taiaha in Heath’s face, an act most men would cower from, but Heath is aware of the customs, and shows no intimidation. The Taiaha then strays from Heath’s face, and the tip journeys to the front of the pack, aimed at the ground, the Chief welcoming Heath to take lead in what is to come. He steps forward to the front of the group.
Heath’s eyes bulge, and in unison, so do the eyes of each member of the Kapahaka group. He spreads his legs out and gathers himself in sumo-like formation, then begins slapping his knees.
“KA MATE, KA MATE, KA ORA, KA ORA,” Heath starts. “KA MATE, KA MATE, KA ORA, KA ORA.”
The rest of the group join in, all slapping their knees as hard as they can, eyes as big as rabid wolves. “TENEI TE TANGATA PU'RU-HURU. NA'A NEI TIKI MAI WHAKA-WHITI TE…”
They change the position of their arms, right hand raised up and behind their ears, left hand down to the side, below their waists. “...RA! UPANE! KA UPANE!” Their positioning changes again, opposite to what it was previously. “A UPANE! KA UPANE! WHITI TE RA!”
“KA MATE! KA MATE! KA ORA, KA ORA!” They take it from the top, this time everyone involved. “KA MATE! KA MATE! KA ORA, KA ORA!”
“TENEI TE TANGATA PU'RU-HURU, NA'A NEI TIKI MAI WHAKA-WHITI TE…” they change their arms again, right hand to ear. “...RA! UPANE! KA UPANE!” Reversed. “A UPANE! KA UPANE! WHITI TE RA!”
Heath then extends one foot forward, placing his hand firmly against his knee, eyes bigger and bulgier than ever before, his tongue stuck out as far as he can take it. “HI! PUKANA!”
The New Zealand audience begins cheering, such a fantastic display from the Kapahaka group, and the leader of The Revolution. But before Heath can win the crowd over, and show them why he represents each and every single one of them, he turns to the Chief, kicks him in the stomach, grabs his arms and buries him into the canvas with Frozen Over. Before the other members of the Kapahaka group can even react, Pinhead charges through them all like a bowling ball. He knocks all of them over, some even out of the ring, bar one, who stumbles straight into Frozen Over. Before long, every single member of the group has been dusted aside, and disposed of, the cheers Heath heard mere moments before, already days gone by.
Heath picks up the conch shell that was dropped in all of the commotion and blows into it, though it becomes apparent he is not adept in harnessing the normal eerie sound of the instrument. He tosses it over to Pinhead, who blows into it without any second thoughts, and the sound of rainy days enters the Sanctuary, once again silencing the masses. But before Pinhead can show the world his true musical talent, “The Man” by The Killers interrupts, and the Riot Champion makes his presence known.
Riot Championship Match
Singles Match
Devin Hearst (c) VS Heath WilliamsSingles Match
Sir Figgles: “It’s the main event the world has been waiting for. The very best Riot… No, the very best MWE has to offer. Heath Williams against Devin Hearst, aren’t you excited Amy?” Amy Maynard: “I am, it’s without a doubt one of the greatest matches in this brand’s history.. I just can’t stop thinking about Kelsey Spencer, how hard she fought to get that shot only to see her moment taken away from Heath Williams.” Sir Figgles: “She should be used to it by now, don’t you agree? And by the way, who cares about Spencer when we can enjoy Williams against Hearst?” The tension was palpable as the two men were standing in front of one another, staring in one another’s eyes. The Riot championship was raised in the air and the fans started chanting Kelsey Spencer’s name. Amy Maynard: “It seems pretty clear to me who the fans want to see holding that title..” Sir Figgles: “Bunch of ungrateful jerks. Did they forget whose house this is?” Amy Maynard: “I think that’s actually the issue they have here. Heath didn’t earn this shot, he bought it.” Sir Figgles: “Business is business, Amy.” The chants grew louder and louder, becoming almost deafening. Williams shook his head and laughed, telling the fans to shut the f… A right forearm to the jaw stopped him mid sentence, the first one of a flurry that forced the leader of The Revolution in the corner. More shots were destined to come, the Hardcore Hero knew it and raised his arms to cover his face while curling up to offer less surface for Hearst to hit him. As he realized that, the Riot Champion grabbed the opponent by the arm and whipped him in the opposite corner. Williams reversed the move and Devin was the one ending up back first against the turnbuckle, with the opponent charging in at full speed. Simple but effective, a boot to the face stopped Heath on his tracks and gave Hearst the chance to explode out of the corner with a huge lariat that turned the challenger inside out. Amy Maynard: “What a lariat! The champ is definitely not playing around.“ Andrew Wilkow at ringside applauded his boss saying that Devin’s lariat was even better than his. Hearst instead remained focus on the task at hand, determined to give the challenger no break perfectly aware of how dangerous the Hardcore Hero can be. Applied a front facelock, Devin unloaded a series of knee strikes to the face, before lifting him for a suplex and floating into a cover to get the first nearfall of the match. Sir Figgles: “This is what Devin needs to do, keep the pace slow and stay on the attack.” Amy Maynard: “Figgles, you’ve been praising both men a lot in recent weeks. Who’s your pick to win?” Sir Figgles: “You know me, Amy. I don’t really have a favorite. Impartiality is my greatest virtue.” Amy Maynard: “That… Shut up, you don’t even believe your own words…” Hearst was still in control, throwing uppercuts to his opponent and pushing him back against the ropes. From there, he sent him against the ropes, missing with the clothesline and getting caught by a forearm to the face by the Hardcore Hero. Devin stumbled back, but he was still on his feet. At least until Heath attacked again, this time with a discus elbow to floor Hearst. Ever the aggressive, he began stomping the champion furiously until Devin managed to roll out of harm’s way and take a breather on the outside. Williams had no intentions of giving him any break, but when he left the ring to keep pressure on the champion he found Wilkow stepping between him and Devin. The champion couldn’t let this chance go to waste, and took back control blindsiding Heath with punch cast from behind Wilkow’s back and quickly following up with a ddt on the floor. Sir Figgles: “You gotta give credit where it’s due, Hearst is so resourceful.” The fight came back to the ring, not before Devin dropped his opponent on the apron with a powerbomb. Once back in, the champion made the cover, confident that this could be enough to keep the challenger down. It wasn’t, and Heath kicked out in two. Things weren’t looking good for the challenger, by hook or by crook Devin was firmly in control. He needed to turn things back in his favor, and he found it when Hearst picked him up on his shoulder for his The Comedown samoan driver, countered with a cutter by the leader of the Revolution. The referee started to count as both men were down, reaching four before they began to stir up. Devin was the first back to a vertical basis, going to pick up the opponent who was waiting for him with a smile on his face and a plan on his mind. Amy Maynard: “That’s smart of Williams, the champ is known for his rib injuries history.” Two punches to the ribs doubled over the champion who cussed under his breath, holding his left side in pain. And Heath insisted, viciously targeting the spot with more right hands and, once he created enough space between them to stand back up to his feet, with knee strikes. A rib breaker completed the sequence, Williams tried to capitalize with a cover but it wasn’t enough to keep Devin down. Sir Figgles: “And just like that Heath turned the tables!” The challenger remained on the driver’s seat for several minutes, working methodically on that area and locking the champion in an abdominal stretch, adding up to his pain by dropping forearms to the ribs. Another cover after a snap suplex resulted in yet another two count. Amy Maynard: “Devin is in some serious pain. I don’t know how much he can still take.” Wilkow at ringside was supporting his boss, trying to help him in this moment of difficulty. Heath dragged him back on his feet and for a moment it looked like Hearst could turn things around. A series of rapid fire headbutts left him a bit dizzy, but they really did a number on Heath who not only looked stunned, but was bleeding from a cut over his eyebrow. With a clothesline, Devin took him down, firing himself up and connecting a second one as soon as Heath pulled himself back to his feet. There was also a third one waiting for him and once Williams stood back up, an irish whip to send him in the corner. Showing a sense of urgency, the champion charged at full speed with another clothesline before setting him up on the top rope for a perhaps, top rope Desperado. . Amy Maynard: “This is a crucial moment of the match. If the champion hits this, it might be over” Sir Figgles: “Heath knows it as well, look at him desperately trying to block this.” Desperately was the right term to describe how Williams was holding onto the top rope trying to resist Devin’s effort. And then he started carving his path out of it, with, once again, punches to the ribs and a headbutt to knock him down. Amy Maynard: “What is Heath doing now?” The veteran pulled one of his many tricks to lock the champion in his Tarantula submission. The illegal and rare move drew some applause from the fans, but most importantly, did a lot of damage to the champion. The referee forced the break at four, and stepped between the two contenders to have a word with the Auckland born. In a world of pain, Hearst started to get up with the help of the ropes. Seeing how the referee was still busy with his warning to Williams, the champion removed the protective pad from the top turnbuckle and laid against it to suck the opponent in. When the challenger charged in, Devin stepped aside and drove him head first against the corner. His plan backfired against him, as Heath somehow saw what the champion did and grabbed the ropes to block his momentum, swinging his leg backwards to catch the champion off guard with a kick to the stomach before shoving him head first against the exposed turnbuckle. Amy Maynard: “Not quite what Hearst was hoping to achieve..” Sir Figgles: “Great counter by Heath and look! The champ is bleeding!” The impact against the steel opened a deep cut on the champion’s forehead and blood began to pour down his face copiously, hindering his vision. Williams quickly hit a bridging german suplex getting real close to the win. Now in absolute control the challenger hit his Seven Deadly Shins and his patented backdrop piledriver, but the champion always kicked out, showing his incredible resilience. The first signs of frustration began to show on Heath, who accused the referee of being too slow. The argument gave his opponent some precious moments to recover, and perhaps those seconds made the difference between him losing the title and him being able to block the Frozen Over attempt by putting his weight down low and counter with a backbody drop. The close call seemed to have woken up the champion who once again found the energy to turn the momentum back in his favor, unloading some heavy open handed chops to the chest and following up with his Desperado released suplex. Sir Figgles: “What a comeback from the champion” Amy Maynard: “I’m shocked they’re still going. We’re close to the 20 minutes mark.” And the battle wasn’t slowing down at all. Feeling the Good VIbe, Hearst was throwing everything he had left at the opponent, who kept kicking out against all odds, even from the Evenflow DDT. After the initial shock, Hearst went back to work whipping Williams in the corner and kicking his head in the front row with a running Yakuza Kick. Hearst yelled “It’s over” and once again set up the opponent to the top of the turnbuckle. Amy Maynard: “Hearst is going from a second DDT, this time from the top rope.” Sir Figgles: “I wouldn’t bet on it, look who’s here!” The imposing figure of Pinhead walked out of the curtains and, crawling behind him on all fours was The Mutt. Hearst barked orders at Wilkow, telling him to stop the duo. In vain the referee begged him to stay where he was, nor he succeeded in stopping Pinhead’s march, his plead falling on deaf ears. The two giant clashed on the ramp, the impetus of Pinhead forcing Andrew to back down toward the ring. Amy Maynard: “Hold on, where’s The Manic?” Amy’s question was quickly answered as the only female member of The Revolution came out of the crowd and spat the mist on Hearst’s face. Heath whispered something to her and the masked woman entered the ring, getting the referee’s attention. Hearst’s eyes were burning from the red mist, and rubbing them didn't seem to help his case. He never saw the Mutt crawling under the ring and coming back with the Warhammer. Sir FIggles: “Looks like we’re about to have a new champion!” Amy Maynard: “Not like this… They can’t get away with it!” Wilkow was still brawling against Pinhead, the referee trying to force a possessed Manic out of the ring. There was nobody who could save Devin from being hit with a shot of the glass shards studded sledgehammer to the face. But then, “CA in July” by the Bombpops blared out of the loudspeakers, gathering everyone’s attention and eliciting a huge pop from the fans as Kelsey Spencer appeared on the stage. Because of this, Heath missed the opportunity to strike, Hearst finally earned back his sight and saw the challenger wielding the Warhammer. “Son of a bitch..:” Said the Florida Shuffle before kicking Heath right between the legs. The referee saw that and called for the bell. WINNER: Heath WIlliams (DEVIN HEARST STILL CHAMPION) BY: DQ, 21:33 |
Amy Maynard:
Things got a bit out of control near the end, but when the dust settled, Devin Hearst walked out with the title still around his waist.
Sir Figgles:
Kelsey Spencer had no right to ruin this match! She should be suspended! Or fired! Police, arrest that woman!
Amy Maynard:
Oh come on! What about Wilkow and The Revolution? Did they have any right to interfere?
Sir Figgles:
I don't need to tell you how goon works, do I?
Amy Maynard:
Whatever, I can't win with you tonight...
Sir Figgles:
Just like Kelsey can't win at the Pay-per-View... HAHA GOT EM!
Amy Maynard:
Oh dear... It's been an eventful night but sadly it's time to say goodbye. Silver lining? Figgles will now crawl back in his fallout shelter and we won't have to hear him blabbering for two weeks.
Sir Figgles:
You can bet your ass I will! This virus got nothing on me!
Amy Maynard:
Right... The Down Under Tour is officially over, we will definitely be back in these wonderful countries in the future but for the time being, all our shows will air from the Enterprise Arena in Chicago. Goodnight ladies and gentlemen, and thanks for watching!
Things got a bit out of control near the end, but when the dust settled, Devin Hearst walked out with the title still around his waist.
Sir Figgles:
Kelsey Spencer had no right to ruin this match! She should be suspended! Or fired! Police, arrest that woman!
Amy Maynard:
Oh come on! What about Wilkow and The Revolution? Did they have any right to interfere?
Sir Figgles:
I don't need to tell you how goon works, do I?
Amy Maynard:
Whatever, I can't win with you tonight...
Sir Figgles:
Just like Kelsey can't win at the Pay-per-View... HAHA GOT EM!
Amy Maynard:
Oh dear... It's been an eventful night but sadly it's time to say goodbye. Silver lining? Figgles will now crawl back in his fallout shelter and we won't have to hear him blabbering for two weeks.
Sir Figgles:
You can bet your ass I will! This virus got nothing on me!
Amy Maynard:
Right... The Down Under Tour is officially over, we will definitely be back in these wonderful countries in the future but for the time being, all our shows will air from the Enterprise Arena in Chicago. Goodnight ladies and gentlemen, and thanks for watching!