Post by gvb on Apr 5, 2020 11:46:53 GMT -6
Riot in Illinois
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Saturday, April 4th, 2020
We cut to a segment recorded earlier, a few minutes before the cameras started rolling to bring the show to life. Our location was the short backstage hallway that leads to the gorilla position, and there we found sir Figgles heading to his spot at the commentary table.
“Yo Fig!”
Came a female voice calling the former Millennium superstar and causing him to stop on his tracks. As he turned around, he saw Nina walking in his direction.
Nina:
What the fuck is wrong with your sister? I thought she was cool and all, never I expected her to be such a sore loser bitch….
The god emperor of the Figgified nation paused scratching the side of his head. Many times the people call to him for advice but not usually pertaining to his sibling.
Sir Figgles:
You do know crazy runs in the family, right? For the longest time I thought her crazy hang up was letting everyone walk on her.
He finally shrugged, the sudden aggression was new to him.
Nina:
I mean, she did get a few serious ass whooping from pretty much everyone in the roster… And beyond… Didn’t she get her tiny ass handed by her niece too?
The mere mentioning of his daughter Ash Fi seemed to annoy Figgins.
Nina:
So I kinda get that becoming the resident joke here in Riot and getting used as the welcome mat for everyone and their mother can be frustrating.. But attacking me after I kick your rear ain’t how you turn your career around.. That’s how you get it shortened.
The not-so-subtle threat in her words went hand-in-hand with the dead serious tone of her voice and a determined look.
Sir Figgles:
I told her long ago, the moment the ink dries in any company she joins, I'm not bailing her out. She wants to find her mean streak all of a sudden, she needs to learn the enemies it creates. But I've seen the nice ones snap too and it's not pretty. But, like, I gotta go.
He replied, trying to cut the conversation short. Even turning back toward his destination to prove his point.
Nina:
Wait!
She said, waving a piece of paper in the air.
Nina:
I’m coming with ya. See this? This says that I’m joining you on commentary for your sister’s match. Moretti wasn’t too enthusiast when I came up with the idea, he made me promise I won’t interfere..
Trotting forward she quickly joined Figgles, patting him on the back.
Nina:
This doesn’t mean we can’t keep this interesting conversation going…
The suddenly lurched forward, recoiling from the touch and taking a five foot step forward.
Sir Figgles:
Social Distance!
Nina looked at him dumbfounded at first, but soon realizing that he made a good point.
Nina:
You’re right.. Come on now, we should go.
The pair headed out of the curtains to take their place at the commentators table. On their way there, aided by the silence filling the empty Arena, Nina was heard asking further questions about Tiny Des and the Figgins family.
Singles Match
Tiny Des VS Noris CranleyAfter making his presence known and stating his goal at Down Under, the “Unstoppable” Noris Cranley made his anticipated debut on Riot against Tiny Des. The opening of the match was already fast and furious, the newcomer trying to impress the new fans (those watching at home at least) showcasing not only his agility, but his technical skills as well. He connected a series of deep arm drags, tossing Destiny around the ring. The third sent her flying near the ropes, giving Cranley the opportunity to throw her out of the ring with a running dropkick that sent Destiny through the ropes. And of course he took a run at the ropes and jumped on the outside with a tope con hilo, wiping out Figgins. He picked her up and dragged her to the ring to smash her face against the apron, rolling her back in the ring and landing on top of her with a slingshot senton. One thing was clear from the start, Noris was not only fun to watch but also extremely effective in his offense, picking up another near fall after a beautiful Fallen Angel, his springboard tornado ddt. All in all, he made a damn good impression in the first part of this match. But eventually Destiny’s experience came into play, and the high flyer from Kansas City took back control. Even Sir Figgles had to (reluctantly) admit that his sister was fighting her best match up to date. The near falls kept piling up for her, thanks to some quick pinning predicament and moves like the Destiny Drop (springboard reverse ddt). Not quite the debut Noris was hoping for, perhaps the emotions of performing in front of so many people watching at home or the surreal experience of an empty arena and the consequent absence of the usually vocal fans were affecting his performance and he didn’t seem able to turn things around. Destiny instead kept pressure on him with a flurry of kicks that stunned Cranley so that she could send him against the ropes and take him down with the Leveler leg lariat. She followed up with a long series of running sentons, at the end of which she finally made the cover to pick up another near fall. In an empty arena, the wrestlers could hear the commentary team loud and clear, and Tiny Des was starting to get annoyed at Nina’s constant zingers. The Chicago born wasn’t holding back in her verbal onslaught at the woman she just beat one week ago at Down Under, clearly she hasn’t forgiven the post match attack yet. And her words were starting to affect Tiny Des. Eventually she couldn’t hold back anymore, feeling the need to yell at the guest commentator to shut the fuck up. Nina stood up and the two went back and forth for a few seconds, enough for Cranley to recover and get up to his feet. He tapped her on the shoulder forcing her to turn back to him, planting her with his Reset ace crusher to obtain his first win in his debut here in Riot. WINNER: Noris Cranley BY: Pinfall (Reset), 6:57 |
Nina: "Well done, kid. Welcome to Riot!"
Sir Figgles: "Something about not poking the bear.."
Nina: "Haha! What she gonna do, huh? You think I'm scared of some crazy bitch? You don't really know me."
Amy Maynard: "Can we all just calm down, now? Nina, thanks for your precious insights and good luck for your match later on."
Nina: "Yeah, whatever."
Sir Figgles: "Something about not poking the bear.."
Nina: "Haha! What she gonna do, huh? You think I'm scared of some crazy bitch? You don't really know me."
Amy Maynard: "Can we all just calm down, now? Nina, thanks for your precious insights and good luck for your match later on."
Nina: "Yeah, whatever."
Tag Team Match
Warblade 42 VS The Steeles
Valkyrie was one of the talents who decided to stick with the company after the NOW buyout, but she asked to put that on hold, joining only once she reunited with her tag partner Niko Yua, under the name of Warblade 42. Tonight they made their debut against Kate and Teddy Steele who, after the recent poor performances, were seeing this as an opportunity to start climbing back the ranks of the tag division. And to do so they thought about taking an early advantage. Teddy faked to get out of the ring, only to suddenly turn on his heels and hit Valkyrie with a stereo superkick with his wife. Niko immediately entered back the ring to avenge her partner but the referee, in an attempt to maintain the order he was already starting to lose, blocked her thus allowing the Steeles to take further advantage continuing the two on one assault on the Dane. They took turns in chopping her while Niko was trying in vain to get the referee’s attention on what was going on behind his shoulders. The Steeles the tried to double suplex Valkyrie, getting a first taste of the Maiden Of Roskilde strength as she not only resisted the attempt but even lifted both of them and dropped them down with a suplex. The impact of their bodies bouncing on the canvas finally got the referee to turn around and accompany Teddy out of the ring while Valkyrie started dismantling the former Lockdown Champion. Her power advantage and her surprising quickness allowed The Great Dane Bitch to control the match, no matter who her opponent was. Both Kate and her husband were crumbling under her powerful strikes and throws. A german suplex sent Teddy flying in the corner and the resident MC slowly picked himself up. When Val cam charging at him at full speed with a spear, Teddy jumped over her and left her crashing against the corner, immediately going to tag Kate in. The Siren identified in that right shoulder that crashed against the post a weak spot and began targeting it with kicks and a one armed ddt. She even used her submission skills to try make her tap out with an armbar but that concept was foreign to the dane, who powered out of the armbar with a one armed powerbomb, finally giving the tag to her partner. And Niko immediately kicked into high gear, her devastating striking combinations wreaking havoc in Kate’s guard, always finding their mark with surgical precision. Twice she looked like she was done, after a devastating running knee after Niko sat her on the mat with a snapmare and with a superkick as she rebounded back from the ropes after an irish whip attempt. In fairness, the former Lockdown Champion had her chance to obtain the three count with her Silence Is Golden top rope blockbuster in one of the rare breaks she could get but in that case Valkyrie quickly intervened to save her partner and the match. Kate managed to make the tag to Teddy who got some offense in with a few suplexes before making a mistake off a missed frog splash that opened Yua the way to make the tag and knock his ass into Dreamland with the Knockout Junction (Kinshasa from Valkyrie and Bullhammer from Niko) The blonde european made the cover while Niko made sure Kate couldn’t break up the pin attempt, securing the win for Warblade 42. WINNER: Warblade 42 BY: Pinfall (Knockout Junction), 10:31 |
Amy Maynard: "The tag division here in MWE just got a tad more interesting with the addition of Warblade 42"
Sir Figgles: "You're not kidding, Valkyrie and Niko have all the tools to become major players."
Amy Maynard: "They surely made quite an impact tonight."
Sir Figgles: "You're not kidding, Valkyrie and Niko have all the tools to become major players."
Amy Maynard: "They surely made quite an impact tonight."
We open backstage in the Enterprise Arena in Chicago, Illinois. We’re in front of a Riot logo backdrop. A cheerful, sing-song voice of a young female is heard…
Kimberly Williams:
Daaaaaaayo…..me say daaaaayooooo….
It isn’t long after that when we spot the somewhat deranged Kimberly Williams hopping, skipping, and jumping into the scene from stage left. Those who knows this sinister, deadly, and yet somewhat eccentric individual the best may question her from time to time, whether this is an act or whether she is legitimately nuts, but right now she seems at least slightly off of her rocker…
Kimberly Williams:
….daylight come and me wanna come home!
The beautiful redhead stops and pauses, cocking her head as if thinking about what she just said...or rather sung...after several moments she finally shrugs her shoulders.
Kimberly Williams:
But am I really home? I mean, seriously, we’re in Chicago! Now I don’t have anything against Chicago. This is a great city full of history! But my home is in Boston...soooo maybe by home I mean like a new company, like a new beginning? But then again, I already used that whole new beginning shtick on social media, and if I get into new beginning I’d have to elaborate on the past and you do NOT want me to talk about that shit.
Williams shakes her head.
Kimberly Williams:
I could do the stereotypical introduction by overselling myself. Ok let’s see I am a super duper model, I’ve been in 18 trillion movies, I am a 17 thousand time Dalek Extermination Wrestling Champion, and I am sexy as fuck so guys, feel free to gawk at me as I spout off idiotic, bland catchphrases that partially involve my name.
She pauses for a moment to let it sink in. Then she shakes her head.
Kimberly Williams:
Still no? Well how about we skip the introductions then, shall we? I mean, it isn’t like they’re necessary! Sir Figgles and Amy Maynard are already at home doing their research and homework on little on me to educate you, the viewing public, on who I am. To be honest, though, one of them is probably trying to find scantily clad pictures of me on the internet...the little pervert…
Williams smirks.
Kimberly Williams:
...so instead I’ll focus on my opponent tonight. Be right back…
The sociopathic redhead quickly runs off screen. She emerges with a big red bag and a bottle of an alcoholic beverage. She drops the bag on the floor and takes a sip of the beverage.
Kimberly Williams:
My battle with alcoholism starts now! Kimberly Williams, The Woman Scorned, takes on...SAKE!
Williams pauses for a few moments and then takes another sip.
Kimberly Williams:
This shit is actually good. I may not win. What…
She looks off screen at someone, someone we cannot see obviously, who is talking to Kim.
Kimberly Williams:
...what, you mean I’m fighting some chick named Saki? You mean to tell me this isn’t a drinking contest? Damn it!
Feigning frustration, Kimberly throws her bottle of sake against the wall. It shatters. Kimberly turns back to face the camera and smiles warmly.
Kimberly Williams:
Oh well, that’s better! I would probably lose a battle with alcoholism anyway! A wrestling match, though, is my wheelhouse. Technically, everything is my wheelhouse. I rarely brag but let me point out that I am a true Jack of all trades...or would that be Jill of all trades since I’m a girl? Anyway, I can legitimately wrestle. I can strike with the best of them. And I can get violent, extreme, and hardcore. So to Figgles and Maynard who are doing their homework, I hope you don’t just put a label on me, because if you label ahead of time thinking that you know what kind of competitor I am then I will prove you wrong, as I have proven many people wrong in the past. And it seems as if Riot thinks they have their new talent figured out, as I am fighting a self-described sociopath, a chaotic little vixen named Saki…
Williams chuckles.
Kimberly Williams:
How cute...two self-described sociopaths trying to kill one another? How did I guess that it would be this straight away? Then again, I enjoy a good bloodbath. I enjoy a good maiming and I welcome little miss Saki to bring her worst to the table tonight. As a matter of fact, I may bring a few playthings of my own…
She reaches into her bag and produces a staple gun.
Kimberly Williams:
I used this on a person I consider a GOOD FRIEND once...because stapling people is fun…
She tosses the staple gun aside, reaches back into the bag, and produces an infinity gauntlet.
Kimberly Williams:
I used this once to win a match in Underground. True story.
She tosses the infinity gauntlet aside and reaches back into the bag. She produces a barbed wire baseball bat.
Kimberly Williams:
Can’t have a match between two sociopaths without the standard barbed wire weapon.
She tosses the bat aside. She reaches back into the bag and produces a metal object with a sharp pointed end.
Kimberly Williams:
And this is my favorite STABBY weapon. I made it myself when I was locked up in a mental institution for kidnapping my identical twin sister and taking her place. Fun times.
She tosses the blade aside. Kimberly stares back into the camera.
Kimberly Williams:
Y’know, Saki, I wish MWE would sanction a legitimate death match between us...as in the first to die loses...that’d be fun! But I doubt that’ll happen because of legal reasons. Still, you and I will have a blast and I just know it! See you out there, kiddo…
Kimberly playfully salutes the camera, and skips away. The scene fades.
Singles Match
Kimberly Williams VS SakiThird debut of the night for another Underground superstar, The Wild Card Kimberly WIlliams. Step sister to Fabulous’ Jessica Lasiewicz and cousin to the Cloud Gate Champion Anastasia Starling, Williams locked up with Saki for a brief technical exchange that saw her coming out on top with a wristlock. From that position she whipped Saki in the corner and followed up with a splash attempt but the Singapore Mauler lifted her legs up and places her feet on Kim’s chest, stomping her to the mat. Rolling forward, Saki brought herself back to her feet in the middle of the ring, turning around and sending Williams in the corner with a dropkick. She connected some knife edge chops before sending the Scorned Woman into the opposite corner. Upside down went Williams, leaping over the charging opponent’s head and landing behind her, quickly wrapping her arms around the former Empire Extreme Champion to hit a german suplex. The pace remained quick throughout all the match, despite her ability in submissions and holds, Kimberly never managed to keep Saki grounded for too long. And the Kawaii Deathmachine, free to exploit her quickness, created some troubles to the newcomer. She took Kimberly down with a Russian legsweep, following up with s shining wizard right after to floor the Wild Card. The turning point was when Saki tried a moonsault, landing on Kimberly knees. Williams quickly rolled her over into a pinning predicament, almost getting away with the win. The missed moonsault took a toll on Saki, who kept clutching her ribs for the rest of the match. Sure, Kimberly’s kicks targeting that area didn’t help her, and neither did Williams landing on her chest with her Chaos Theory corckscrew moonsault. After kicking out, the Singapore Mauler decided she needed to take a break and rolled out of the ring, and of course Kimberly followed her there. Between tossing one another against the barricade and the steel steps, suplexing the opponent on the ramp or trying to put them through a table, the two women didn’t make it back in the ring in time. And actually, when the bell rang ending the match, they just took it as a signal that they could stop holding back. Kimberly brought out a chair and swung it at Saki who was quick to crouch and duck it. The chair hit the post instead and the recoil caused Williams to drop the weapon which was immediately picked up by the Kawaii Deathmachine. She drove it in the opponent’s stomach doubling her over and following with a shot to the head. Saki then set Williams up seating against the barricade and placed the chair on her face. She took some steps back to get some speed behind her cannonball but while she was charging in, the Woman Scorned threw the chair to her face, stopping her on her tracks. It was now Kim who charged at the opponent and planted her head first on the chair with a jumping ddt. Finally, security rushed to the scene and managed to keep the two of them separated. WINNER: // BY: Double Count Out, 6:29 |
Sir Figgles: "Seems like Saki finally met someone matching her crazyness and taste for violence."
Amy Maynard: "You're saying that like it's a good thing."
Sir Figgles: "Is it not?"
Amy Maynard: "I'm not a big fan of hardcore wrestling, I find it unsettling especially for our youngest fans."
Sir Figgles: "You're no fun, Amy."
Amy Maynard: "You're saying that like it's a good thing."
Sir Figgles: "Is it not?"
Amy Maynard: "I'm not a big fan of hardcore wrestling, I find it unsettling especially for our youngest fans."
Sir Figgles: "You're no fun, Amy."
The scene opens with Neil Newman and Kyle Butler standing next to each other. They are standing in front of a plain white wall. Neil staring stoically into the camera. Kyle has a condescending smirk on his face.
Kyle Butler:
Hey Leia, I got one question for you about Plan C.
Kyle walks up to the camera, in a whisper he says...
Kyle Butler:
You like that.
Kyle speaks normally.
Kyle Butler:
Donovan Keane--
In a whisper Kyle says...
Kyle Butler:
You like that.
Kyle backs away from the camera to stand right back next to Neil. This time Kyle screams...
Kyle Butler:
I. Liked. That!
Kyle slaps his chest three times.
Kyle Butler:
Hayley will delve more into how Plan C came about. I prefer Plan G. The way this all came together was GLORIOUS. The stars aligned, couldn’t be written any other way. By the time Hayley officially became one of us, I didn’t like you anyway Donovan. You had the nerve to laugh at me on Twitter! I am all for a good laugh, I am the fun one, Neil can brag on that. You knew you and your Brothel Girlfriend stole me and Jessica’s tag title shot. Me and Jess would be tag champs right now--
Kyle looks to Neil.
Kyle Butler:
-- sorry bud.
Neil solemnly nods.
Kyle Butler:
Thank Goodness Hayley did the Lord's work costing you that match. That was when me and Neil knew she would be a glorious fit. In any event, back to you two. Made me smile Donovan you tweeted F the Glorious Golden Era. Now you know how serious this is. Me, Neil, Hayley, Glory, WE take professional wrestling seriously. WE take whoever disrespects OUR sport seriously. One of the biggest offenders is your Brothel Whoring, Latte Loving girlfriend. She doesn’t belong in the sport. What was she, a Showgirl or some nonsense? Did I miss the chapter in the female empowerment handbook where taking off your clothes is a symbol of showing you are a woman, hear you roar? Know who doesn’t need to take off their clothes for people to like them? My wife, Jessica. Neil’s wife, Summer. Glory Braddock and Hayley, our good friends, they don’t need to turn a common drink into a running gag on TV to get themselves over. Being a wrestler is enough. Being yourself... is enough. Donnie, your one and only doesn’t feel that way. What’s worse you treat her sister like crap. That is what clouds my Twitter timeline. It's embarrassing. And the lowest common denominator of fans will eat that up. Intelligent, real wrestling fans know better. The lowest common denominator are Enemies of Wrestling. We will fight every single day until this business is cleaned up.
Kyle looks at Neil with a smirk on his face.
Kyle Butler:
You unleashed a monster letting me talk.
For the first time all promo, Neil shows a human response. He smiles.
Kyle Butler:
I can talk all day. There is a woman who has A LOT to say. I’ll give her the floor. Ladies and gentlemen, The Glorious Golden Era proudly presents to you, the Next In Line, Hayley Halsey.
Hayley walks into the scene looking incredibly confident and incredibly happy as she stands with both members of the Golden Era tag team beside her. As she thinks about the events of Down Under, she’s really in a fantastic mood as she begins to express her thoughts.
Hayley Halsey:
When the year started… I came up with a plan. Becoming one with the Glorious Golden Era wasn’t my original plan. Initially, I was going to have that stupid, anchor, former “best friend” of mine that was dragging me down as a manager wrestle again and I was going to recruit someone into the MWE fold… and then… something changed. I realized that when I cost Donovan and Leia the match that there were some… aligning ideals. It wasn’t something that I was looking for… but I realized that we clicked: chemistry wise, ideologically… you name it and “Plan C” came to mind. Admittedly, I considered it a passing thought that was going to go away… until it didn’t and the more I thought about it, the more I realized THIS was the way to go so I contacted my boys here, I contacted Glory and the band came together and I couldn’t be happier! And here’s something that I want to rub in the face of every single one of you… especially YOU Leia… and YOU Donovan Keane…
You all laughed at me!
You saw me as a joke! BOTH of you in particular dismissed me as a non-threat! You both thought that I wasn’t “good at wrestling”. You both were talking about me without name dropping me, acting as if I wasn’t WORTHY of having my name spoken and every single time you dismissed me, I got angrier and angrier and it drove me further and further into “Plan C”... which you both probably thought was a whole bunch of BS… right?
‘Oh it’s just Hayley, she’s a joke. There’s no way she’s going to do anything hahahaha…’
Well who’s laughing NOW?
I had to sit back and I had to eat a WHOLE lot of shit being booked in opening matches constantly while YOU, Leia… got this preferential special treatment when you’re nothing special, never were, never will be… you’ve always been and will always be this cheap, five dollar whore just like everything else that comes out of Las Vegas! The reason why I never liked you from the beginning was because you put ENTERTAINMENT above WRESTLING! I was brought up to be a WRESTLER! I was brought up on the purity and the sanctity of this business! I don’t need to be a “SHOW”. Wrestling is a SPORT, Leia… not a “SHOW”... and it sure as hell isn’t YOUR show to shit all over this business! How did that payback feel, huh? How did it feel to be embarrassed for a change? You’re just here to show off those long legs and smile with your cheap, stupid, plastic face making a mockery out of the sport with your nonsense…
We don’t stand for that.
And you, Donovan? Honestly, there’s not much I can say to you considering how pussy whipped you are and how you’re always up her ass! You’re not as guilty from a wrestling standpoint because you are the better wrestler of the two… but what you ARE guilty of is enabling and SUPPORTING this whore show! You want to be a “SHOW” so bad? Go back to Vegas… or hell… try to make it in Hollywood… I don’t give a crap… but keep it out of our sport, okay? You and Leia and everyone that supports you, Nightfall Rising, your agent… every last one of you… you’re enemies of professional wrestling promoting this filth every single week and acting like the good guys when you talk down to EVERYONE that disagrees with you… especially you Donovan… treating people like they’re beneath you just because they’d rather have a frappe than a disgusting latte!
Well guess what?
I’m NOT beneath you.
WE’RE not beneath you! We’re the reason why this sport will stay alive while you’re the reason why this sport’s sanctity is constantly threatened. We’re not the bad guys here… that’d be you… and while they’re a minority? I know that the most intelligent fans out there… know that and agree with everything I just said! Tonight? We show these people how above you we really are!
Singles Match
Andrew Wilkow VS NinaTwo opposite states of mind for Nina and Wilkow as they walked into this match. If the Chicago born was in high spirits after her win against Tiny Des at the last ppv, Wilkow was coming from a loss at the expenses of Jenni Anderson and, most importantly, from the bollocking his boss Devin Hearst certainly gave him. Trying to prove his worth in the eyes of the greatest Riot Champion of all time, Wilkow started aggressively, muscling his opponent in the corner and bombarding her with chaotic punches, aiming at her face, ribs, shoulder and anywhere in between with no precise game plan if not just hammering her down. His flurry of offense didn’t last long as the referee quickly separated them. And it didn’t do much damage either, only some of the punches he threw were able to break through the Fight Lab Product’s guard. His overly aggressive style was playing right in Nina’s hands. Her training in Sambo under the guidance of Yulia Kirilenko turned the Chicago born into one of the most dangerous counter wrestlers. A risky strategy, especially against someone as big and powerful as the Appalachian Mountain Monster whose punches can turn the tides of a match in an instant. But her unmatched quickness and a laser focused attitude kept her out of troubles and always one step ahead of the opponent. Duck and kick, duck and kick, duck and kick. This pretty much describes the central part of the match where Nina methodically wore down the big man, targeting his leg to soften it up for her Leg Constrictor. All was working well for the Snakebite until “Curtains” by Vintersong played in the arena. Recognizing it as Tiny Des’ theme song, the Viper turned to the stage, paying for it. A punch caught her straight on the jaw, rocking her back a few steps, enough for him to kick her head off with a big boot. Now that he got a grasp of the Snakebite, Wilkow could unleash all his power, throwing Nina all around with suplexes and slams. To add insult to injury, Tiny Des was mocking Nina at ringside, getting all the attention of the former intern. She crawled toward Destiny, despite the ropes being right there on her left, cursing all the way to there. Andrew picked her up in a waistlock looking to suplex her to the mat. Nina almost caught him off guard with a wheelbarrow victory roll but the big man was able to kick out just before the three. They went back and forth a little longer, Wilkow’s hard punches against Nina’s swift kicks, none of them willing to give up an inch. Nina tried an irish whip but Wilkow countered it, sending the Chicago girl against the ropes and trying to behead her with a clothesline as she rebounded back. Too predictable for NIna who easily ducked it and kept running, hitting Des with a dropkick through the ropes. Once up, she started laughing at Figgins who was sitting on the floor, holding her jaw while staring daggers at Nina. When the Snakebite turned around, she could no longer avoid Wilkow’s LARIAAAAAAAT. Three seconds later and that same arm was raised in victory by the referee. WINNER: Andrew Wilkow BY: Pinfall (LARIAAAAAAATTT), 8:52 |
Sir Figgles: "Can't say I didn't warn her.."
For the second week in a row Tiny Des unleashed her fury on the Chicago born, smashing a chair across her back several times before leaving the ringside area with a satisfied grin on her face.
For the second week in a row Tiny Des unleashed her fury on the Chicago born, smashing a chair across her back several times before leaving the ringside area with a satisfied grin on her face.
The scene opens with Pierce Manning backstage sitting on a blue steel folding chair. He is taping up his wrist for his match later in the evening against Echo. He isn’t alone for very long, the man, the myth, the “legend” Jared Constable walks into the scene dressed to the nine. But he’s also holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Pierce looks at his personal assistant.
Pierce Manning:
That’s what I like about you Jared, always thinking. Put the flowers in some water. I’ll give them to Jenni later.
Jared has a nervous expression on his face.
Jared Constable:
They are not for Ms Anderson, sir.
Pierce raises an eyebrow.
Pierce Manning:
Hate to break it to you bud--
Jared shakes his head.
Jared Constable:
I apologize for the misunderstanding. I didn’t get these for you ither. I hope you are not disappointed me sir, but---
Jared takes a deep breath to summon up the courage to say what he has to.
Jared Constable:
These flowers are for... well... Echo.
Pierce Manning is taken aback by this. He scratches his head.
Pierce Manning:
Echo?
Jared nods his head.
Jared Constable:
Hope you don’t see that as a betrayal. I know she wants to break you in every which way after your last encounter. She’s a strong headstrong woman, can you blame me, sir?
Pierce sighs.
Pierce Manning:
She is also BELOW us. I’ll make you a deal, if you don’t screw up tonight we’ll go to a...
Pierce stops himself realizing what he is about to say.
Pierce Manning:
Right. No clubs are open, stupid virus. Try a dating app. I don’t know.
A smile forms on Pierce’s face.
Pierce Manning:
Got it. I’ll dig up a phone number from my retired Black Book.
Now it was Jared’s turn to look at Pierce with a confused expression on his face.
Jared Constable:
Black book sir? Does anyone use the terminology anymore?
Pierce rolls his eyes.
Pierce Manning:
Do you want my help or not?
Jared Constable:
Of course, sir.
Pierce Manning:
Perfect. Your ‘girlfriend’ expressed her overwhelming excitement on Twitter when the show card was announced. She’s tough, headstrong, all the things you said. I need this win. I can’t give anyone else a case to challenge Echo for the Invictus Championship. Mercer is going to have to wait in line if she thinks she is getting another shot before I do.
Pierce and Jared fist bump. Jared walks away. Pierce finishes taping himself up as the scene fades to black.
Singles Match
Invictus Rules
Echo VS Pierce ManningInvictus Rules
Even if the title was not on the line, this match represented an interesting test bench for the Invictus champion, especially to see how she’d react after the disappointing win at the ppv. First Round: Safe to say the Invictus champion seemed to have moved on quickly from that episode, getting back to her usual focused self. The two locked up in a test of strength and, surprisingly, Echo held her ground against the bigger opponent. Eventually Pierce was able to impose himself, starting to push the Aussie back toward the ropes. With a sudden movement Echo moved behind him and connected a snap suplex. First back to her feet, the Invictus champion charged in for a high knee right to the face. Manning really felt it, bringing his hand to the nose to check if there was any blood loss. Echo didn’t leave any room to breathe, attacking again with a series of forearms and elbows to the face, until he stopped her momentum with a headbutt. Finally creating some separation, Pierce got some offense in, hard punches mostly to set Echo up for his rotating belly to belly suplex side slam. But towards the end of the round the champion took back control thanks to a dragon screw leg whip that allowed her to bring the match to the canvas where she could stay on top of him with various leg locks. That was probably what tipped the scale in her favor, as far as the judges scores go. Judges Scores: Moretti: Echo 10-9 Maynard: Echo 10-9 Figgins: Echo 10-9 Second Round: For this being his first match in the Invictus Division, Manning quickly adapted to the different pace and set of rules this kind of match requires, and he came out strong in the second round, using his power and technique to dominate the first minutes with different suplex variations, without disdaining straight shots and neckbreakers. The champion didn’t sit on idle hands,waiting for the smallest window of opportunity to turn the tides. Slowly but steadily she fought back, even in the worst situation when her back was pressed against the corner. Punch after punch to the ribs she powered her way out of the corner, bringing the fight back to the centre of the ring. And in the midst of the battle, Liv Mercer walked out of the curtains, her entrance anticipated by Cardi B’s “Money”. Seeing the woman who almost took the title from her one week ago appearing with a microphone in hand and demanding that her music would be cut definitely got Echo’s attention. And she got knocked out by Pierce with a single punch. As the referee checked on the Australian before calling for the bell, the camera spotted Pierce removing the roll of quarters he hid in his fist. WINNER: Pierce Manning BY: KO (right punch), Round 2; 3:11 |
There is a smirk on Liv Mercer’s face as she appears to be quite satisfied with the big distraction she caused in order to cost Echo the match here tonight. She stands outside of the ring waiting for Pierce Manning to make his way out after his victory, and with Echo still laid out on the mat, Liv jumps back up on the apron before she slips in through the ropes.
Liv looks down at Echo for a moment before she steps over to the side and demands for both a microphone and the Invictus championship belt to be handed to her at once. It isn’t long before her demands are met, and Liv is strutting back towards the middle of the ring, holding up the championship belt close towards where Echo lies motionless.
Liv Mercer:
How close did you come to losing this at Down Under?
Liv pauses for a moment as if she was waiting for the answer that she knew would never come from Echo in her current state.
Liv Mercer:
Too close, right? To the point where I don’t think you have any right to feel comfortable holding this title while I’m still around. I told you that it wasn’t over and you chose to ignore me, didn’t you? Well, you can’t ignore me now, at least you wouldn’t if you weren’t down for the count.
The smirk has returned upon Liv’s face as she places the title over her shoulder and gives the golden plate a small pat of appreciation almost as if it was already hers to claim.
Liv Mercer:
I wish you could see me right now Echo. It’s a beautiful sight. The rightful Invictus champion and the face of the Riot brand since DAY ONE. Your little Cinderella Story against Dean Smith might have been inspiring to some, but that’s not enough to leave behind a real impression, and I’ve always brought the gold I held to a higher standard, so why should I be satisfied with what I’ve accomplished in the past? That alone is the reason why I will not stop until I’ve beaten all of the fight you have in your body and make sure that I leave behind nothing more than a stain on the mat. That is what your existence is worth to me, how’s that for a rabbit?
Liv spits out this question before she takes the Invictus championship belt and holds it up high above her head. “Money” hits the PA system as Liv tosses the championship belt over the body of Echo feeling satisfied with the statement she has made. Liv pretends to wipe her feet along the canvas of the mat near Echo’s face for one final diss towards the champion, until she steps out of the ring, and starts to make her way along the ramp making sure to motion around her waist to further drive home what she wants.
Not even the backstage seems the same in this quarantine times. Closed doors show and the social distancing rules require far less work force and impose a drastic cut of authorized personnel at the show. Only essential workers are allowed and the few that are clearly don’t have time to fetch Leia LeBeau a latte and bring it to her locker room. Thankfully for the Showgirl, she can always count on her boyfriend Donovan Keane to satisfy her needs of hot beverages.
And so the one half of Nightfall Rising is walking the empty hallways, heading toward the cafeteria. Turning the corner, he almost bumps against a young man.
Donovan Keane:
Hey! Watch where you’re g…
He stops mid sentence, seemingly recognizing the guy.
Donovan Keane:
Hey man…
Looking up, Donnie snaps his fingers multiple times, trying to remember the person’s name. And he finally gets it.
Donovan Keane:
Archer, right? What are you doing here, my dude?
The man laughs and shakes his head.
“Archer”:
Archer, huh? You really have to work on that memory of yours. It’s Asher, Asher Miles!
He puts his hand out to shake hands before remembering social distancing and what not, so he sticks out his elbow for an elbow ‘bump’.
Asher Miles:
Heh, gotta remember to follow those social distancing protocols. Nice to finally meet you in person though, Donnie!
They elbow bump as Asher continues on.
Asher Miles:
And I’m just here finishing up the details for my contract. Guess you can say I’m the freshest face in the company.
Hearing this, a wide smile spreads on Donovan’s face.
Donovan Keane:
Whoa, that’s pretty cool!
He asks, and obtains, another elbow bump.
Donovan Keane:
And sorry about the name thing… I just struggle remembering them. Hell, sometimes I even forgot mine!
Keane burst out laughing, followed by Asher laughing along with him,
Asher Miles:
Shit, if you keep it up, you might have to come up with a new one!
Donovan Keane:
Yeah, maybe something like Declan, what you think?
They share another laughter, before Donnie takes word again.
Donovan Keane:
I should go now, my girl wants her pre-match latte and she doesn’t like to wait.
He takes a step, but soon stops turning back to Asher.
Donovan Keane:
Actually, come with me, I’ll buy you a coffee and we can talk a bit more.
Asher’s eyes light up as a big smile comes across his face.
Asher Miles:
For real? That’d be great, bro! I’d love to pick your brain about this place and all that too.
Donovan Keane:
I got you man!
The pair then starts walking the hallway, and soon they reach the cafeteria. As Asher sits down at the table, Donovan goes straight to the counter to make the order to the cute brunette working at the bar. First he asks for two coffee and then makes the order for Leia’s latte. By the time it takes him to explain how The Show likes her latte and the confused look on the young barista’s face, it seems absurdly complicated. Leaving the young girl to her difficult task, Donovan grabs the two coffees and sits in front of Asher.
Donovan Keane:
You made the right choice coming here to MWE, buddy. I’ve been in some wack places before and I wouldn’t advise anyone to start off there. Or in one of those places that only last a couple of months.
Asher laughs at Donnie’s comment and nods.
Asher Miles:
I’ve noticed. This seems like the right place for you and your best friend though. I hope you don’t forget about him though, Jay right? Seems like you’ve been awfully busy doing things with The Show instead.
Asher shrugs.
Asher Miles:
All I’m saying is, don’t lose sight of the important things. But what do I know about any of that?
Donovan looks at him with a serious expression.
Donovan Keane:
Leia is an “important thing”. You have no idea how much she means to me, I’ve had a number of girls before but NEVER… None of them has ever made me feel like she does. She changed my life, she keeps me sane..
And just like that the smile resurfaces on his lips.
Donovan Keane:
But I didn’t forget about Jay. He’s my bro, my best friend before my tag team partner. We grew up together and we will always stay together. It’s just… I got this shot at the titles with Leia and if it wasn't for that Hayley cunt we could be champions right now.
Asher nods his head.
Asher Miles:
I understand completely. But just keep in mind that you’re walking a fine line.
He laughs lightly and shrugs.
Asher Miles:
But I’m sure it’ll all be fine. You and Jay are best friends and have been since you were kids. Honestly? I’m a little jealous. I wish I had that. Well, I used to, but we aren’t friends anymore. That’s a whole other story though.
Asher smiles widely and nods.
Asher Miles:
Let’s just keep it positive. You got a lot good shit going on for you. I truly hope it stays that way, bro.
Donovan Keane:
Thanks bud.
The takeaway latte is finally ready and the attractive brunette brings it to the table, greeting the two men with a smile.
Donovan Keane:
Well, it looks like it’s time to go for me. It’s been a pleasure knowing you, Asher. And welcome to MWE!
Donnie says, standing up from his chair and picking up Leia’s latte. Something behind the counter gets his attention, lighting up his face. He places the cup back on the table and heads there, coming up a few moments later with a stuffed teddy bear with some chocolates attached to it.
Donovan Keane:
Leia’s gonna love this..
He smiles at Miles, picking up the latte and heading back to the locker room. Halfway there, he meets his tag partner pacing back and forth the empty corridor.
Donovan Keane:
Jay! What’s up? You nervous, ya goof?
Jay looks at Donnie and nods.
Jay Gallagher:
A Little bit! I don’t want to let you and your lady down!
Jay sees the latte in Donnie’s hand and immediately grabs it.
Jay Gallagher:
Thanks bro! This is exactly what I need to calm my nerves.
Before Donovan can say anything, Jay drinks it down before letting out a loud belch.
Jay Gallagher:
Whew, that hit the spot. You’re the best.
Donovan stares at his tag partner, eyes wide open in a shocked expression.
Donovan Keane:
Bro… That was for Leia, what the fuck?
He sighs, reaching deep inside the pockets with his hands. As he takes then out, he's holding some coins in them. He quickly counts them out loud.
Donovan Keane:
Two fifteen, two thirty-five… Two thirty-seven. Goddammit that's not enough. You got three dollars?
Jay goes to reach into his pockets but before he makes it there, his hand goes straight to his stomach, which makes a loud grumbling noise.
Jay Gallagher:
Uh oh… I think I’m about to explode dude.
Jay then starts to bounce around.
Jay Gallagher:
Crap!! What did I eat? Where’s the bathroom!? This is some Montezuma’s Revenge shit!!!
He starts to panic and run around in circles.
Donovan Keane:
Goddamnit.. Are you lactose intolerant?
He asks, before realizing how urgent the situation was.
Donovan Keane:
Shit bro… Right behind you, that's the bathroom. MOVE!
Jay rushes into the first door, which happened to the ladies' bathroom, at least judging by the high pitched scream that came from inside. Donovan facepalms, looking at the empty latte cup still on the floor. He picked it up and dropped it in the trash can, glancing at the little stuffed bear in his hand.
Donovan Keane:
I'm depending on you, little buddy. She won't be happy that I couldn't get her a latte, but maybe you can be a good enough substitute. So put up your cutest face and don't let me down.
It was if fate had written it, as the ever stunning Leia LeBeau comes strutting around the corner, attired in the same Nightfall Show themed gear that she had worn when she teamed with Donovan for the Tag Team titles only a few weeks ago. She's on the phone with someone, and from her tone it was seemingly her agent.
Leia LeBeau:
I don’t care what has to be done, Eloise, but you speak to Moretti and make sure this gets looked into. I just can’t believe a simple fine is enough punishment for what they did to me and my Donnie… I don’t care what you have to say, and what he said. Booking this match is the very LEAST he can do.
Upon seeing Donovan, her pretty face lights up, waving to him in the most girlie way possible as she performs a happy little jig as she caught his gaze, though Keane is clearly looking nervous.
Leia LeBeau:
And yes, we are going to take care of business. I’m teaming with the very best tag team in pro wrestling, and I really don’t care what those neanderthals from the Bygone Era say, Nightfall is the best team, and they will prove it tonight. While I bring a little sugar, spice, all things nice and the bright lights to entertain everyone at home… I’m The Show, sugar. You know I will.
She pauses again, mouthing “aww” as she saw the teddy bear, her heart physically melting as she gazes at her man with puppy dog eyes.
Leia LeBeau:
… I have to go, Donnie is here… And please, please, PLEASE make sure Bebe stays indoors? She was making comments about buying a motorcycle and going on a “Sweet Bish Hunt” or something along those lines… I know she has no money, that is why I had to hide all of my credit cards. I don’t want to hear she has been arrested or anything… Sure, bye-de-bye.
She puts down her phone, leaping up as she approached Donnie, wrapping her arms around her man in the most loving of embraces, kissing him sweetly upon the lips because stuff social distancing when you are a couple.
Leia LeBeau:
Donnie… this is so sweet. How do you always know how to make me feel better?
She purrs, taking the teddy bear from him, cuddling up to it. Then came the moment he was dreading, as she extends her hand to him.
Leia LeBeau:
Latte?
She says in the sweetest way possible, sultry and sugary, her eyes lighting up. Donovan just froze, not saying a single thing.
Leia LeBeau:
Donnie… W-where is my Latte? You didn’t forget my latte, did you?
There's an eerie silence, and Leia’s eyes seems to be watering. Donovan stammered over his words, unable to respond.
Leia LeBeau:
D-Donnie… Babe… Where. Is. My, La--
Her eyes cast to the trash can, seeing an empty cup in there, a coffee cup that was originally for her. A tear rolls down from her eye, as she sniffled.
Leia LeBeau:
Bastard… Bastard!
She cries out, taking Keane off guard as she stomps her feet on the floor, clenching her fists as anger brewed on her face and steam seemed to come from her ears. Donovan tried to explain, but nothing would come out.
Leia LeBeau:
Constantine… It was Constantine, wasn’t it? He actually got that motion to have lattes suspended passed? Please tell me that didn’t happen? Donnie… Donnie, please tell me… Because if he did, and I know Hayley and the Bygone Era were supporting it… I will…… I will…. I WILL RIP THEM APART!
Finally the petrified Donovan seems to unlock, wrapping her arms around his heartbroken girl to try comfort her.
Donovan Keane:
No it wasn't Constantine...
A savage shout, accompanied by loud body noises comes from inside the restroom. Leia's expression shift into a grimace of disgust as she looks up to Donnie.
Donovan Keane:
I can explain... But we better get out of here before shit hits the fan...
He grabs her hand and takes her out of the frame.
Jay Gallagher:
GODDAMMIT!
Luckily, the camera cuts to the next segment, saving us more of this grossness.
Tag Team Match
APE (REDD Thunder & Alan Envy) VS Brothers McMillionNobody was surprised to see APE trying to take an early advantage by attacking the brothers before the match even started and, most definitely, Christian and Javen were expecting this kind of behavior, ducking the clotheslines Alan and REDD charged at them with and fought back. Simon with a dropkick to send Envy through the ropes while his brother was unleashing a flurry of kicks to Thunder’s legs, trying to chop the big man down. Javen soon joined him and the former MWE Tag Team Champions sent the member of APE against the ropes with a double irish whip and kicked him in the stomach as he rebounded back, dropping him on his head with a double ddt. Christian made the cover while his brother left the ring, only obtaining a count of one. As the match went on, REDD was able to contain CM’s attacks and take control after slamming the veteran on the canvas with a pop up powerbomb. With ease he dragged Christian in his corner and lifted him over his shoulders in an electric chair position, making the tag to Alan who climbed to the top rope and took Michaels down with a flying clothesline, completing the doomsday device. The Lonestar tried to slow down the match, resorting to a number of rest holds to wear Michaels down. Every now and then the Southern Heartthrob tried to strike up some sort of reaction, but his attempts at taking back control were quickly frustrated by Alan with some of the Texan’s power moves. Not a great night so far for the former champions who couldn’t even rely on the fans’ encouragement to try turn things around. Even the pre-recorded crowd effects in fact were showing support to APE, and that, you can bet, was all Constantine’s doing. Javen had to dive in to save his brother after Envy flattened him with the pop up death valley driver and this interference prompted an intervention from REDD who turned the younger McMillion inside out with a clothesline. In the chaos that ensued now that the four men were in the ring at the same time, Christian surprised Alan with a sudden inside cradle, and he probably could have gotten the win out of it if only the referee turned around and started to count sooner. As the match drew to a conclusion, REDD and Javen were now in the ring. if the big man dominated the first moments right after the double tag coming close to the three with the Killamajiig spinebuster, Javen turned the tides with a sitout jawbreaker. In what had been an evenly matched contest, what tipped the scale in favor of the former tag champions was their greater chemistry. They managed to cut the ring in half, keeping REDD in their corner where they could work on him with frequent tags and a drumming flurry of offense. In a couple of occasion Alan had to come to rescue the big man but a superkick from Christian prevented him to reach his partner in time the third time, after the brothers knocked REDD down with the Just Like That/Javenation (twist of fate/swanton bomb) combination. WINNER: Brothers McMillions BY: Pinfall (Javenation), 10:23 |
Amy Maynard: "They did it! Great win for the brothers tonight."
Sir Figgles: "Yeah yeah, they got the win good job..."
Amy Maynard: "You sound disappointed.. Did you bet on APE?"
Sir Figgles: "Shut up..."
Inside the ring the Brother's celebration was cut short by Thunder and Envy who weren't too pleased with the outcome of the match, taking out their frustration on the McMillions.
Sir Figgles: "Yeah yeah, they got the win good job..."
Amy Maynard: "You sound disappointed.. Did you bet on APE?"
Sir Figgles: "Shut up..."
Inside the ring the Brother's celebration was cut short by Thunder and Envy who weren't too pleased with the outcome of the match, taking out their frustration on the McMillions.
Backstage…
Jenni Anderson can be seen sitting in front of a camera. Her hair is perfectly dressed, her ring attire flawless as usual. She curls a lip upward, smirking as she looks into the camera.
Jenni Anderson:
It’s funny… in any other arena, I’m certain that Melody Lennox and I could be allies. Friends, even… as much as someone like me can befriend someone like her.There was a time where I was crude like she is… I was brash, arrogant, and largely unrefined. I called myself “Jinx” at that time, and I was very similar to what you see from Melody Lennox today. But then something happened.
She laughs a little bit.
Jenni Anderson:
I grew up. I matured. I became something bigger than what I was. See Melody, you are a smart woman, so I know you’re going to take my wisdom to heart… but you can be so much more than you are. You think so highly of yourself, but me? I think higher than you could possibly conceive. I see potential in you… which is why I wanted to make you this offer…
Jenni reaches down, pulling out a stack of cash.
Jenni Anderson:
This right here is $10,000. It’s yours, no questions asked, if you do one simple thing tonight. I will have Jared Constable join me tonight to the ring. You have one opportunity…
She grins.
Jenni Anderson:
Forfeit. It’s that simple. Jared will hand you this stack and all you have to do to earn the biggest payday of your life is forfeit. Walk away from the match. Crouch down in the ring and slap the mat. Lay down so I can pin you. I don’t really care HOW you forfeit. But once the referee calls the bell and awards the victory to me, you will be $10,000 richer. Refuse? Well… it’s in your best interests NOT to, but if you do, I will have no guilt in my heart, no hesitation to beat you right there in the ring. It’s simple, Melody. Either way, you get defeated. My way? You get paid and get to walk out with your head held high. The other way?
Jenni chuckles before her grin snaps down into a straight face.
Jenni Anderson:
You risk making an enemy of The Establishment. You do NOT want that… trust me. The choice is yours. I look forward to your decision.
With that, Jenni grins again as she sits back. Placing a pin-striped fedora upon her head, the scene shifts away from The Queenpin…
Singles Match
Melody Lennox VS Jenni AndersonMelody didn’t walk out as Jenni suggested. Actually, she came into this match determined to show kick the Queenpin down a notch on her climbing of the Riot ranks, possibly surpassing her on this race to Devin Hearst’s throne. Lightning quick pace from the start, the match would have been a treat for the fans, if there were any. Melody was gaining some ground with a series of kicks, forcing Jenni back towards the corner. It almost looked like Anderson was deliberately taking those shots to lure Lennox in and the doubt became a certainty when she put her plan into play, blocking one of those kicks to the side and threw the Truly Wicked against the turnbuckle with an exploder suplex. She quickly followed with some stomps in the corner, backing down just as fast when the referee asked her to stop. Quite surprising considering that Jenni was known for taking any and every advantage she could get. The explanation of this odd behavior came right after when Jared pulled Melody’s down pressing her neck against the rope when the Villainess was trying to get back to her feet, exploiting the fact that Jenni was keeping the referee distracted. This gave Anderson an edge over the opponent and resulted in a few near falls for the member of The Establishment. The one after the Bad Luck Cutter in particular was really close to the three. After the difficult start, Lennox found her footing and began to build some momentum. Her unusual style, those acrobatic evasions with cartwheels and flips followed by quick counter kicks were putting Jenni off her game. Melody put some Common Sense in Jenni’s head with the front-flipping walkover one legged scorpion kick called that, following with five elbow drops, the last one being a jumping version. Once again Constable did his part for The Establishment, grabbing Mel’s foot and preventing her from charging with a shining wizard, getting hit by a dropkick through the ropes from Lennox. His sacrifice bought Jenni some time and when Melody jumped back into the ring with a springboard crossbody, The Queenpin shot her down with a dropkick. Much like the rest of the match, the final part was characterized by some back and forth action that saw both competitors getting ridiculously close to the three in several occasions. Jenni with her Adora-Bomb, Melody with the Crescendo moonsault double foot stomp. Barely surviving the move adopted from Ricky Valero, Jenni found shelter in the corner, or so she thought. Melody ran toward her and connected a splash, transitioning to the apron and climbing on the top rope. From that privileged position she noticed a figure emerging from the darkness and walking down the ramp with long strides. Upon closer inspection, he turned out to be Mark O’Brian, Sophie’s brother and main accuser of Melody as the culprit of the recent attacks suffered by his sister. He stopped midway on the ramp, staring at Melody perched on the top rope without saying a word. Anderson didn’t waste this chance to climb up to the top rope as well and take down Lennox with a hurricanrana. When the Truly Wicked was trying to get up to her feet, Jenni finished her with the Cash Advance modified leg drop bulldog, picking up another win. WINNER: Jenni Anderson BY: Pinfall (Cash Advance), 11:17 |
Amy Maynard: "That was Sophie's brother, right?"
Sir Figgles: "I guess this was his payback for the assault at Down Under."
Amy Maynard: "Easy there, we don't have any proof that Melody was the one attacking them."
Sir Figgles: "I don't think Mark needs them..."
Melody is furious, getting up to her feet and yelling at Mark who limits himself to shrug his shoulders and leave, a big smile printed on his face.
Sir Figgles: "I guess this was his payback for the assault at Down Under."
Amy Maynard: "Easy there, we don't have any proof that Melody was the one attacking them."
Sir Figgles: "I don't think Mark needs them..."
Melody is furious, getting up to her feet and yelling at Mark who limits himself to shrug his shoulders and leave, a big smile printed on his face.
Donovan Keane:
Shit.. Shit... SHIT!
This seems to be the leitmotif of Nightfall Rising's night so far. Jokes aside, Donnie looks very concerned as he paces in front of the infamous toilet Jay is locked in since a very long time.
Donovan Keane:
Bro... You're alive?
He slams his fist on the door.
Jay Gallagher:
No... Yes... UGH!
Donovan Keane:
Our match is up next Jay...
More noise we rather not describe come from inside the stall.
Jay Gallagher:
I don't think I... Sorry Donnie...
Donovan Keane:
No worries man, we got this. You... Try to get your shit together ok?
Jay Gallagher:
Can you... Just not?
Donovan shakes his head.
Donovan Keane:
Sorry bro, you know what I mean... I'll come back and check on you after the match, sounds good?
Without waiting for the reply, Keane leaves the restroom. In the hallway, he meets once again Asher Miles.
Asher Miles:
Donnie.. What are you doing here, don't you have a match soon?
Donovan Keane:
Yeah but.. Jay is not feeling good, must've been the chili he ate at lunch. I came to check on him but he can't get his ass off the toilet...
Asher Miles:
Jay... Damn man.
Donnie shrugs, looking resigned.
Donovan Keane:
I guess we're going in one man short..
Asher Miles:
No way man.. I'm getting in with you and your girl.
Keane's eyes light up as he stares at Asher.
Donovan Keane:
You... You're for real?
Asher Miles:
"Sure! I got my gear with me, just in case I got a try out.. Looks like I'm gonna put it to use.."
Donovan Keane:
"Go get it then, I'll find Moretti and get him on it... Thanks man!"
Asher smiles, watching Donnie run down the hallway looking for Vince's office.
Asher Miles:
"You're welcome."
Shit.. Shit... SHIT!
This seems to be the leitmotif of Nightfall Rising's night so far. Jokes aside, Donnie looks very concerned as he paces in front of the infamous toilet Jay is locked in since a very long time.
Donovan Keane:
Bro... You're alive?
He slams his fist on the door.
Jay Gallagher:
No... Yes... UGH!
Donovan Keane:
Our match is up next Jay...
More noise we rather not describe come from inside the stall.
Jay Gallagher:
I don't think I... Sorry Donnie...
Donovan Keane:
No worries man, we got this. You... Try to get your shit together ok?
Jay Gallagher:
Can you... Just not?
Donovan shakes his head.
Donovan Keane:
Sorry bro, you know what I mean... I'll come back and check on you after the match, sounds good?
Without waiting for the reply, Keane leaves the restroom. In the hallway, he meets once again Asher Miles.
Asher Miles:
Donnie.. What are you doing here, don't you have a match soon?
Donovan Keane:
Yeah but.. Jay is not feeling good, must've been the chili he ate at lunch. I came to check on him but he can't get his ass off the toilet...
Asher Miles:
Jay... Damn man.
Donnie shrugs, looking resigned.
Donovan Keane:
I guess we're going in one man short..
Asher Miles:
No way man.. I'm getting in with you and your girl.
Keane's eyes light up as he stares at Asher.
Donovan Keane:
You... You're for real?
Asher Miles:
"Sure! I got my gear with me, just in case I got a try out.. Looks like I'm gonna put it to use.."
Donovan Keane:
"Go get it then, I'll find Moretti and get him on it... Thanks man!"
Asher smiles, watching Donnie run down the hallway looking for Vince's office.
Asher Miles:
"You're welcome."
Trios Match
Glorious Golden Era (Golden Era & Hayley Halsey) VS Nightfall Show & Asher Miles (Nightfall Rising & Leia LeBeau)
Right place, right time for the newest acquisition of the orange brand Asher Miles. A debut straight in the headline high tension match between the Glorious Golden Era and the pair of the Nightfall Show, Donnie Keane and his girlfriend Leia LeBeau. The Jet City woman started things off against her rival Hayley Halsey who, after a couple of swift kicks from the Showgirl, decided she had enough already and made the tag to Neil Newman. Leia kept fighting against the much bigger opponent, relying on those long legs of hers to keep him at bay. But eventually Neil managed to grab a hold of her, linking together a series of suplexes and dragging her body into his corner. Alongside his partner, they began working together with their array of team moves, and it took Donnie’s prompt intervention to save his team after Leia got obliterated by the wheelbarrow facebuster/cutter combination. When Leia finally caught a break and managed to tag her boyfriend in, the only member of Nightfall Rising was able to shift the momentum in his team’s favor. Too quick for Butler, Keane kept moving around the opponent, dodging his strikes and using quick kicks to inflict some damage to the ribcage area. The one time Kyle caught him for a german suplex, Donovan landed on his feet and took the man down to his knees with a chop block, quickly moving back in front of him and starting a series of hard kicks to the chest, until Butler fell on his face. Asher called Donovan, asking for the tag which was granted by Keane. Miles introduced himself to the MWE fanbase with a vicious soccer kick to the head of the Golden Era member, the sound of his foot crashing against Kyle’s skull resounding loudly in the empty Arena. Asher even tried to get the win for his team, but Hayley was there to break it up. Miles was definitely making a good impression, keeping a simple yet effective style of offense showing a natural predisposition to the purest form of brawling. When Halsey entered the match, he took a different approach, relying more on suplexes and throws and picking up another near fall with a fisherman version. But the resourceful Heartbreaker turned things around with one of her usual tricks, hitting him with a low blow while the referee was busy with her Glorious Golden Era partners and dropping him on his head with a ddt. She lost control rather quick, allowing Asher to make the tag to Leia. The Show finally had her chance to make Halsey pay for what happened at Down Under. The Seattle Slutdrop, the crane kick and even a meteora… LeBeau was going all out tonight and in a couple of occasions she almost got the job done. She missed her biggest opportunity though when her Jet City Jive found nobody home as Hayley rolled out of the way and crawled to make the tag to Neil. After targeting Leia’s right leg for several minutes, capitalizing on the damage done by the impact against the corner. First Donnie then Asher stepped in to break up the submissions and buy Leia some time. The Show picked herself up and tried to shake some feelings back in the leg. Newman closed in and when she tried to keep him away with a kick to the stomach with her left leg, he blocked the foot. He couldn’t block the enziguri though, and now LeBeau had an open path to her corner. Donovan jumped in and reached Newman before he could make the tag, dropping an elbow to his lower back. The two men went back and forth, Newman dropped DK down with an Alabama Slam but failed to get the win, Donnie answered with his Donnie Cutter (handspring cutter) but saw Butler crushing his hopes with a stomp to the back to break up the pin. With Leia still recovering, Donnie required Asher’s intervention to put away Newman, holding him in a straightjacket position and asking him to superkick Neil Miles obliged, but his foot, after the Golden Era member ducked, floored Donnie instead. Asher checked on his team mate, apologizing for the mistake while Neil reached his corner and made the tag to Kyle. Butler entered the ring and kicked Asher in the face, picking up Donnie and launching him against Leia on the apron, taking out the couple so that none of them could save Miles from the End Of An Era. WINNER: Glorious Golden Era BY: Pinfall (End Of An Era), 16:22 |
Amy Maynard: "A miscommunication between Donnie and Asher costed their team the match."
Sir Figgles: "They never stood a chance."
Amy Maynard: "I wonder what would have happened with Jay.. They surely wouldn't have missed that spot."
Sir Figgles: "Maybe not, but the outcome would have been just the same. The Glorious Golden Era has started, Amy. There's no place for people like Nightfall Rising and Leia LeBeau in this sport."
Amy Maynard: "I remember a few weeks ago you were Leia's biggest fan..."
Sir Figgles: "LOUD NOISES!"
Sir Figgles: "They never stood a chance."
Amy Maynard: "I wonder what would have happened with Jay.. They surely wouldn't have missed that spot."
Sir Figgles: "Maybe not, but the outcome would have been just the same. The Glorious Golden Era has started, Amy. There's no place for people like Nightfall Rising and Leia LeBeau in this sport."
Amy Maynard: "I remember a few weeks ago you were Leia's biggest fan..."
Sir Figgles: "LOUD NOISES!"
One of the more historical sights is Wrigley Field and it seems this field is the next location for an office held by Vincent Moretti. It’s a wonderful sunny afternoon when this is being filmed. And unlike the last time he was at a location, he’s not being chased by wildlife either. There is no blanket, rather just a black and white professional suit. But as he looks at his watch, it seems like he’s expecting someone. This understates that his desk is decorated with a baseball on it’s desk, and a bowl of peanuts that predictably he’s munched on considering a couple of the peanut shells that are on the grass.
Vincent Moretti:
Any moment…
Almost as if it were on cue, Kelsey Spencer strides into the shot. She looks around the area with visible confusion before her eyes rest on the desk in front of her, then climbing to meet the gaze of the Riot General Manager.
Kelsey Spencer:
You, uhh… wanted to see me, sir?
Vincent’s demeanor lightens up slightly as he stands from his desk using the cane as some support.
Vincent Moretti:
I did. There are a couple of things that need talked about involving you if I’m honest.
He’s walking closer toward the young woman but there’s a look of pride on his face.
Vincent Moretti:
Congratulations on getting yourself a big win on night two even if it wasn’t what any of us expected before the show. Though…
As he thinks about something else his face darkens slightly.
Vincent Moretti:
I wish I could’ve gotten you a one on one opportunity all things considered. Heath more or less worked the show for free considering the fine for going around my back to pull that stunt.
Kelsey shakes her head with a smile.
Kelsey Spencer:
It’s okay. I know what Heath’s like. There’s nothing you coulda done, he would’ve found a way to put himself in that match no matter what.
She spies the bowl of peanuts on the desk at last and helps herself to a handful. Whilst munching on a couple, she continues to talk.
Kelsey Spencer:
I was bummed I didn’t get to face Devin Hearst one on one, but getting to duke it out with Melissa Reeves was a blast! So, I’m not really mad about how things turned out in the end. I only wish we coulda still been in Australia for the match, the fans would’ve loved it! But, what can you do about that sorta stuff, you know?
Vincent rubs his temple thinking about the whole ordeal that’s been presented in front of the entire wrestling world.
Vincent Moretti:
I don’t know what we would do if Chicago and the state of Illinois as a whole wasn’t as accommodating as they were. As much as that’s Miss van Beek’s job, that’s partially my own as well to worry about now. But onto the main subject here, that job. There has been something that I’ve noticed.
Vincent’s eyes turn serious for a moment before he notices the whole bowl of peanuts has been scarfed down and he just shakes his head. Kelsey looks at him with doe eyes and squirrel cheeks, curious as to what he’s talking about.
Vincent Moretti:
...Damn, what would have been done if we would’ve had the infamous baseball stadium hot dogs? Oh well, anyway…
Vincent shrugs not thinking much of it just putting it down to who he’s talking to.
Vincent Moretti:
I remember us having a conversation the moment I took this job. You were wondering what was next for you. I don’t know if the last few months were what you expected but you’re a big reason why Miss van Beek as a whole has been quite pleased with the Riot brand the last couple of months. It’s made my job easy. So for that I do thank you.
Moretti might be known for dancing around a point sometimes but he’s speaking with full sincerity.
Vincent Moretti:
It has also been a little while since this particular brand has had an opportunity for the MWE World Championship. Truthfully it’s been a little too long for my liking. But I’ve told a number of our stars to produce both in the ring and be a professional outside of it and it essentially makes the case a lot easier to pitch. Then you went and beat Melissa and well...I don’t think I need to repeat her accomplishments right?
Kelsey looks at him a little perplexed. She may be somewhat of a genius between the ropes, but when it comes to picking up on what’s been spelled out, Kelsey’s always been a little slow on the uptake.
Kelsey Spencer:
What’s that got to do with Riot’s title shot? Melissa’s on the Millennium roster, isn’t she? Unless you mean…
Finally, her eyes widen and her face lights up as the penny drops. She quickly jumps excitedly.
Kelsey Spencer:
Wait… Does this mean what I think it means?! Are you picking me to challenge for the World Title?!
Vincent’s face lightens again as he nods his head.
Vincent Moretti:
If I have my way, yes. It’ll be you and Chris Constantine for the World Title. There’s a meeting in Chicago next week and I’ll make the case then. This one I figure I’ll win.
The young Australian can barely contain her excitement at the news, grinning with a beaming smile.
Kelsey Spencer:
No way! I’ve never had a match with Chris Constantine before! And he beat Melissa Reeves… Wow, he’s probably got a whole bag of tricks that I’ve never even seen before!
Vincent Moretti:
He might have as many little tricks as your adoptive father even.
Kelsey looks up at him with child-like wonder, on the verge of salivating, much like she would before a big feast.
Kelsey Spencer:
And I might be the next one to challenge him for the MWE Title?!
She pauses, then frowns as she puts her hands on her hips.
Kelsey Spencer:
Wait a minute… This isn’t some sorta late April Fool’s joke, is it? Did Rebecca put you up to this?
Vincent lets out a light, nervous laugh before shaking his head.
Vincent Moretti:
No. When it comes to the career of the stars of my brand I don’t joke.
Vincent’s face turns into half of a smile.
Vincent Moretti:
The new computer that Gabby was hoping for on the other hand...that was an April Fool’s joke.
Kelsey Spencer:
So then… This is actually happening…
She looks to her hands, which are visibly trembling from excitement. She looks back up to Vincent with a grin.
Kelsey Spencer:
Thank you so much! This is gonna be awesome!
Vincent Moretti:
Thank you for making the case an easy one to make coming up. Now once it’s done, I’ll see what I can do to make sure everything is fair.
Kelsey Spencer:
I know you will, sir. And I’ll do what I can to make you and the Riot brand proud!
Vincent Moretti:
Keep doing what you’ve been doing and that won’t be a problem at all. Now…
As the two seem to be wrapping up their conversation one of the assistants to Moretti comes in with a nice suit and a plate of a couple of hotdogs that are made in a manner you’d expect them to for a baseball game. He is gloved to the max. Vincent does take one and gestures for Kelsey to take the other one.
Vincent Moretti:
Might as well try to enjoy Chicago as best you can. I know it’s supposed to be baseball season and it isn’t the same but hey…
Kelsey licks her lips and helps herself to one of the hotdogs, taking a big chomp that has half of it vanish into her gullet. She tries to speak with her mouthful, her words barely intelligible.
Kelsey Spencer:
Man, that tastes so good!
Vincent Moretti:
That was fast…
Vincent rubs his temple once again experiencing Kelsey’s aptitude for eating food as we start to go away from this view.
Champion vs Champion Match
Chris Constantine Jr VS Megan RydellAmy Maynard: “It can’t get any bigger than this, ladies and gentlemen. The MWE World Champion, Chris Constantine Junior against the Intercontinental Champion Megan Rydell. The two people at the top of the MWE ranks are squaring off in this main event!” Sir Figgles: “Listen to these fans, Amy. They are loving to see the champion here on Riot!” Amy Maynard: “You do realize that there’s nobody in the Arena, except for the two of us? And that this is probably Duke Andrews or someone else on Constantine’s payroll who took over the production area?” Sir Figgles: “Hey, I’m just calling it as I hear it. And I’m telling you, I can’t blame them. I’m so excited to see our world champion performing tonight!” No reverential fear from Rydell who came out all guns blazing sweeping away CCJ with a flurry of quick striking combinations. Laying on the floor after a spinning heel kick, the world champion rolled out of the ring, clutching his jaw that was definitely hurting after the hard kick. “Shit…” The microphones caught his expletive as he looked up and saw Megan flying over the top rope with a senton. Too late to dodge it, he only could try to protect his head and face, before getting taken down by the Intercontinental Champion. Amy Maynard: “For months, Megan struggled to impose herself here in MWE, failing to capture the Cloud Gate title from Tiff Rollins and the Riot Championship from Devin Hearst. That fatal night three weeks ago when she replaced Sophie O’Brian in the semi-final really seemed to have been the turning point for her. A true date with destiny.” Sir FIggles: “She surely made the best out of that second opportunity she was given.” Even on the outside, Megan was in full control sending Chris head first against the post and rolling him back in the ring. Olivia let out a scream as she saw her husband’s head connecting against the cold steel and tried to reach him to check his conditions. Megan threatened her with a punch and that was enough to scare the woman to the point that she fell on her ass. Rydell climbed to the top rope, but this little squabble she had with Olivia gave enough time for Chris to recover and get back to his feet, hitting the ropes to cause Megan to lose balance. As she fell down on the mat, he was quickly all over her with a series of furious stomps. Sir Figgles: “God, when will people learn? Never take your eyes off Constantine…” With an irish whip, Chris sent Meg in the corner on the opposite side of the ring and he charged at her, hitting a nasty running european uppercut. Once again Megan fell on a seated position, defenseless against the hard stomps that kept coming her way. The referee granted her a break but Chris had other plans, picking her back up and dropping her down with a snap suplex, floating right into a cover for the first near fall of the match. Amy Maynard: "Say what you want about Constantine…” Sir Figgles: “Like that he’s the best thing since sliced bread? God’s gift to wrestling?” Amy Maynard: “Not really but..” Sir Figgles: “But you said say what you want, and that’s what I want to say. The truth nobody has the guts to speak, the…” Amy Maynard: “It was just a figure of speech, Figgins. And i was actually going to praise the champion for being a ring general and always coming in with a plan.” Constantine was keeping the high flier grounded. Not quite the master technician, he might not have had a huge variety of holds in his arsenal but those he used left Megan no room to maneuver, making it impossible for her to get out of them. This situation dragged on for a few minutes with CCJ wearing down the freshly crowned Intercontinental Champion. Rydell kept fighting back, eventually managing to stand up to her feet and getting free with a couple of well placed elbows to the ribs. She sent Chris against the ropes with an irish whip, reversed by the world champ who prepared himself for a back body drop. Rydell saw that coming and slowed down, stopping in front of the bent forward opponent kicking him up to a vertical position and rocking him with a discus elbow smash. Constantine was still standing and Megan looked to change that with another series of hard hitting kicks, the last one being a backside kick to the stomach that doubled him over and set him up for her leg trap sunset flip powerbomb. Amy Maynard: “Nicely done for Megan, can this be enough?” It wasn’t. Constantine kicked out but the momentum was now completely on Megan’s side. For several minutes she kept coming at CCJ from every angle with moves like cartwheel enziguri, springboard cutter and her flying knee from the top rope. One after the other Meg kept collecting near falls, each one of them bringing her closer to what many people would call an upset win. After another close call, Constantine rose up to his feet, looking dazed and disoriented. Megan took a step back, measuring him up and charging at full speed with her Mega Kick, knocking him down and promptly hooking the leg. Sir Figgles: “One.. Two… Two and nine-tenths!” Amy Maynard: “Damn that was close…” Megan couldn’t believe the champ kicked out. On her knees next to the laying opponent, she grabbed the referee shirt and asked him how that wasn’t a three. The complaint didn’t last long, Rydell knew there was no point in it and she should have rather used that time in a more productive way. Like climbing to the top rope for the Fly-Dell, for example. Sir Figgles: “High risk… And no reward for the Intercontinental Champion!” The survival instinct kicked in and Chris Constantine moved out of the way. For some long moments the two competitors didn’t move, the match surely took a lot out of them both. CCJ was the first back to his feet, dragging Megan up and hitting her with a series of knife edge chops, scooping her up and dropping her down with a body slam, following with a leg drop. Megan raised her shoulders in two. Amy Maynard: “Chris is… Wait what the heck is going on?” “Come on guys, let’s get it done!” This was Andrew Wilkow barking orders at a multitude of backstage workers. Sir Figgles: “I guess they are here to start setting up the stage for Devin Hearst’s celebration… From what I heard it will be GRANDIOSE!” Amy Maynard: “But.. The main event is still going on..” Sir Figgles: “You think Hearst actually cares? He’s the greatest Riot champion in history, this is his show.. And he has seen enough.” Wilkow walked down the ramp, yelling now at Constantine and Megan telling them to get out. Chris leaned on the ropes and told the big man to get the hell out of his ring. Andrew quickly replied that this is Devin Hearst’s ring, and the Big Boss needs it now. The back and forth lasted a little longer, the referee yelling at Wilkow to leave and let them finish the match. Megan got back to her feet and, seeing what was going on, tried to capitalize with a school girl pin, but the world champion wasn’t caught off guard and kicked out. Meanwhile the stage was being set up, Hearst’s victory yachts, the S.S. FUCK MILLENNIUM and the S.S. FUCK MEG RYDELL being brought in by the navvies. Chris was furious, yelling at the referee to get the insulting yacht out of his sight. Megan made him pay for this further distraction with a crescent kick, once again getting a two count. Amy Maynard: “The world champion needs to stop getting distracted, or this will cost him the match.” Sir Figgles: “I have a feeling the match is over, Amy.” The Riot champion Devin Hearst himself appeared on the stage, the title he has held onto for over 150 days resting on his shoulder. A loud whistle broke through the silence, causing Andrew to turn to the stage. Devin raised his left arm and, with the right index, tapped his wrist motioning that it was time. Wilkow nodded and entered the ring, taking down Constantine with a LARIAAAAAATT!. WINNER: Chris Constantine Junior BY: DQ, 15:07 |
The match ended, CCJ was announced as the winner via disqualification and this didn’t sit well with Megan. Andrew shrugged his shoulders and gave her the same treatment he reserved to Constantine and he probably would have done the same to the referee if he wasn’t quick to leave. Wilkow tossed Meg and Chris out of the ring as the show cut to commercial.
As we come back from commercial, the lights in the arena cut out to complete darkness. After a moment, a steady beat kicks over the sound system as “The Man” by The Killers moves into gear, the lights igniting once again in streams of neon pink, red, blue, purple, and beyond! From behind the reigning RIOT Champion’s two “Victory Yachts”: The S.S. Fuck Millennium and S.S. Fuck Meg Rydell, come two rows of dozens, if not a hundred men and women dressed in extremely flashy sequin outfits, all with smiles on their faces only top dollar could pay for! A choreographed dance number follows as they line the ramp and the ring,and the stage erupts with enough pyro to hold steady for several long, obnoxiously bright minutes! Then, the stage parts like the seas, and from behind it drives out what can only be described as a limousine outfitted with a dancing platform and … a throne?!
Yes, a glittering, golden throne adorns this platform, seated upon it the ever-grinning, smug as all hell face of the man of the year, Devin Hearst! Adorned in a fur, tiger-print coat far too large for an average man and looking down on the world from under another pair of absurdly expensive sunglasses, the “Big Boss” is flanked by, you guessed it, two fully-grown tigers, as promised since his debut! The Champ stands, dancing his way out onto the platform and grooving to the beat of his theme music as a cloud of confetti begins to fall from the ceiling! As the vehicle comes to a stop, Hearst unhooks the RIOT Championship from around his waist and uncovered abs and struts to a set of stairs on the side and down to the ramp below, followed by his driver and perpetual goon, Andrew Wilkow. Hearst ceases his dancing, a snarl eminatting as he turns back to Wilkow, shooting a pointed finger back to the vehicle. Wilkow seems hesitant, but another jab in the direction sends him back to the driver’s seat where he produces a sandwich board and a dunce cap! Placing both on, his new sign across his chest reads “I cannot beat small women in fights”. Satisfied, Hearst slaps his smirk back on as he dances his way up the ring steps and into the ring, where a fully-stocked tiki bar and multiple chairs have already been set-up! As Hearst sets his championship upon a special pedestal, he snaps his fingers, and two signs spark to life overhead, reading: “GREATEST RIOT CHAMPION EEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER!”
Hearst lets the music die as he picks up a microphone, ordering a sad Wilkow behind the bar.
Devin Hearst:
You love to see it, man! Now, the kinda guy that would come out here and tell y’all they told you so has to be all kinds of petty. Lucky for me, I’m petty as hell, and I TOLD YOU, SON! Day one, I said the game on RIOT, the whole Millennium landscape done changed when I walked in the door, and where did I lie? Said I’d beat Lizzy? Beat her. Said I’d beat Millennium and pin Constantine Jr. like the little geek he is, and bam! Did it. I mean, look at the records? Since I’ve taken over, RIOT’s been full-on sack on forehead dunking all over Millennium, and someone deserves a thank you! It’s cool, though, I don’t need y’all to give it to me, ‘cause nobody can give out a thank you like the Big Boss himself! So we got dancers, we got pyro, we got tigers because I’m a man of my word and topical as fuck, and the, say it with me, GREATEST. RIOT. CHAMPION …. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER!
Strolling over to his bar, Hearst waits expectantly for a drink from his bartender, Andrew Wilkow, with a tapping foot and narrowed eyes. Wilkow stumbles to mix a drink around the sheer width of the cardboard sign across his chest, but manages to hand some form of martini to his boss, who snatches it up and downs it in one gulp! He tosses the glass over his shoulder, which Wilkow struggles to catch, almost dropping it to the floor.
Devin Hearst:
Why sell it short, man? Greatest champion in Millennium, full fucking stop! Who’s gonna argue with me? The bird? The kid with the broken leg? Hell, you had the two “big time” champs stinking this ring up before I saved this canvas, and the only thing they have in-common is I’ve pinned both of ‘em! Y’all can play the game and place me wherever you want on a card, but the numbers don’t lie and they say when you want the top champion on the top brand, you roll to RIOT and dance the Florida Shuffle. If you want to make a name for yourself, you come find the top draw and try to get the job done where all the champs and icons they’ve thrown at me before you couldn’t, which brings me to my point …
Picking up his championship and finding his way over to one of the several luxury chairs placed in a semi-circle before the bar, Hearst kicks back in an impossibly-relaxed position, staring up the entrance ramp.
Devin Hearst:
See, unlike a lot of dudes in the game, I’ve learned from history. I know that there ain’t a single damn celebration to ever go uninterrupted in the history of pro wrestling, so like all things, I planned on it. I know y’all are back there ready to plead your case to the Big Boss and get a shot, so come on down, kiddos! ‘Til you do, you’re just another fucking sideshow like the rest of this company.
Devin didn’t have to wait too long before the wrestling archetype came into fruition in the form of “Bad Romance” by Halestorm. Jenni Anderson walks out on top of the ramp, already out of her ring gear following her match earlier in the night. As she tends to do, she looks runway ready, a smirk on her face as she walks down.
Jenni Anderson:
Well would you take a look at this. I see yachts… that throne… wow. You’ve really gone above and beyond for this, haven’t you?
She smirks, looking around as she walks down the ramp.
Jenni Anderson:
Look at it... this is all so ADORABLE! I mean, it’s nice in an overcompensatory kind of way. Why else would you be so eager to flaunt the trappings of wealth? I could drive down to the ring right now in a car worth more than probably about 90 percent of these people’s houses, but I don’t do that, because I exude wealth. I don’t have to show it off quite so… crudely.
Jenni grins again, winking at where he stands as she continues approaching.
Jenni Anderson:
And you have that little semi-circle so clearly you’re not just expecting a drive-by here. And that’s a plus. I see a few more chairs there than just me, so I guess I better make my pitch quickly, right?
She stops in her tracks, looking at him. Her eyes squint as her brow furrows, as unimpressed a look as she’s ever given.
Jenni Anderson:
I just wonder what the point of this is. Is it ego masturbation? Is it for THEM? Because clearly, they don’t recognize greatness when they see it. Were you unloved as a child, so you have to build yourself up bigger?
Devin goes to speak, but finds that his microphone has been cut. Jenni wags her finger.
Jenni Anderson:
You didn’t think I’d allow myself to be interrupted by you, did I? I already slipped a thousand to the sound techs to cut your mic when my music hit. It’s just a sound investment…
Jenni laughs a bit, catching the literal intonation of her joke.
Jenni Anderson:
But really, we had an exchange earlier in the week where you made it quite evident that the Riot Championship? Not for sale. I respect that. Like Melody Lennox earlier tonight, some people would rather stand for something than take the easy out. And I find that just precious… It makes the fall even sweeter. So don’t expect me to offer you anything more for the Championship. No, I just wanted to come out here and stake my claim.
She turns and looks back to the stage.
Jenni Anderson:
And Vinny, I know you’re listening… I’m prepared to make my ascension worth your while.
“Cult of Personality” begins to play. Braddock emerges into view but she isn’t alone. She is flanked by Neil Newman, Kyle Butler, and Hayley Halsey. The confident beauty has a smug grin on her face and a microphone in hand.
Glory Braddock:
My ears were burning backstage when you two were going on and on about greatness. Well if you want to discuss greatness then I may as well put in an appearance because I am greatness personified.
The Best in the World mockingly waves at Jenni.
Glory Braddock:
Hi Jenni.
Braddock turns back and motions to the flamboyant decorative setup for this celebration. She lets out a sigh of disgust.
Glory Braddock:
All this...it’s just pathetic showmanship. I actually agree with Jenni, it does appear as if you’re overcompensating for something, but that’s not why I hate it. Crap like this is partially why my beloved sport has become known in some circles as sports entertainment. But this has nothing to do with entertainment. This is a sport of kings and queens. This is wrestling and when it comes to wrestling I am The Best in the World.
She points towards Devin.
Glory Braddock:
As far as the greatest Riot Champion ever...I will give credit where credit is due, you’ve been unstoppable, but I have made a career out of stopping the unstoppable and beating the unbeatable. The name Glory Braddock is well known in this sport because I have always been able to accomplish feats that most thought were impossible. You have had a great run, but it’s time for a new beginning. It’s time for the changing of the guard. No one has beaten you for that championship but now it’s my turn to try my hand at taking the title away from you. Here’s a spoiler, Devin...you have just two choices, tap out or get choked out…
The British Bombshell smirks knowingly.
Glory Braddock:
...and when I become the new champion, Vincent and the rest of MWE management will finally have a champion that they can be proud of, a true flag bearer not just of Riot but for the entire company, but don’t worry about thanking me. I’ll just save you the trouble and say...you’re welcome.
As Glory finishes speaking yet another interruption arrives in the form of “Ravennhead” by Orden Ogan and the appearance of Henri Black on the stage, Henri eyes Newman, Butler and Halsey suspiciously as he makes his way down the ramp and collects a microphone from ringside.
Henri Black:
I do apologize for the interruption but when you’re talking about championship opportunities, and especially ones that come at the expense of our illustrious golden Bitch, sorry Brit, I keep making that mistake… how’s your jaw feeling by the way Glory?
Henri rolls into the ring underneath the bottom rope, then noticing Wilkow off to the side inclines his head in that direction.
Henri Black:
Barkeep, I’ll take whiskey on the rocks… actually taking the present company into account, make that a double. And speaking of, tweaking Jenni’s nose again is just the icing on the cake here.
Henri waves to Jenni and Glory in turn.
Henri Black:
But fear not Devin for unlike my competition tonight, I come bearing gifts! In recognition for your impressive reign as Riot champion it is my truly heartfelt pleasure to present you with this!!
Henri reaches into his pocket and removes a small rectangular card which he then holds up to the camera revealing the words “20% off Bikini Wax”.
Henri Black:
Now I know it may not seem like much but I assure you I put a lot of thought into the gift after finding it on the ground outside the arena, sorry just a moment Devin, Hey Wilkow where’s my drink? Anyway as I was saying it may not seem like much but this is a true expression of my esteem.
Henri steps towards Devin and slips the card into his pocket then turns to address the other wrestlers in the ring.
Henri Black:
The only question now is who decides, or how do we decide, which one of us takes that championship from him… well that and what’s taking Wilkow so long with my damned drink?
Henri looks between Glory, Jenni and Devin in turn with his eyebrows raised quizzically.
Henri Black:
Should Glory decide? Should Jenni? Hell, should I? It’s pretty obvious that we’re all going to pick ourselves so I’m going to toss the ball into Vincent’s court… and let's all hope he makes the right choice.
With that said Henri casually flips his microphone to Wilkow and rolls out of the ring. Hearst doesn't seem too annoyed that his big celebration was interrupted. Actually he seems rather amused. He even asks the ladies if they fancy a drink, as if the two women standing in the ring were some good friends of him rather than two extremely dangerous competitors gunning for his title. The camera cuts to the commentary team for the final greetings.
Amy Maynard:
Looks like we have quite the situation here, Figgles.
Sir Figgles:
How dare they interrupt this celebration? And where did Hearst get those tigers? I have questions, Amy!
Amy Maynard:
I believe everyone does, but they are probably asking themselves, who will be next one to challenge Devin Hearst? Who will our general manager pick?
Sir Figgles:
That's a stupid question and you know it. Because, at the end of the day, it won't matter. The Big Boss will keep ruling over the orange brand.
Amy Maynard:
Time will tell, I guess. And speaking of time, ours is up. See you all in a week, goodnight!
As we come back from commercial, the lights in the arena cut out to complete darkness. After a moment, a steady beat kicks over the sound system as “The Man” by The Killers moves into gear, the lights igniting once again in streams of neon pink, red, blue, purple, and beyond! From behind the reigning RIOT Champion’s two “Victory Yachts”: The S.S. Fuck Millennium and S.S. Fuck Meg Rydell, come two rows of dozens, if not a hundred men and women dressed in extremely flashy sequin outfits, all with smiles on their faces only top dollar could pay for! A choreographed dance number follows as they line the ramp and the ring,and the stage erupts with enough pyro to hold steady for several long, obnoxiously bright minutes! Then, the stage parts like the seas, and from behind it drives out what can only be described as a limousine outfitted with a dancing platform and … a throne?!
Yes, a glittering, golden throne adorns this platform, seated upon it the ever-grinning, smug as all hell face of the man of the year, Devin Hearst! Adorned in a fur, tiger-print coat far too large for an average man and looking down on the world from under another pair of absurdly expensive sunglasses, the “Big Boss” is flanked by, you guessed it, two fully-grown tigers, as promised since his debut! The Champ stands, dancing his way out onto the platform and grooving to the beat of his theme music as a cloud of confetti begins to fall from the ceiling! As the vehicle comes to a stop, Hearst unhooks the RIOT Championship from around his waist and uncovered abs and struts to a set of stairs on the side and down to the ramp below, followed by his driver and perpetual goon, Andrew Wilkow. Hearst ceases his dancing, a snarl eminatting as he turns back to Wilkow, shooting a pointed finger back to the vehicle. Wilkow seems hesitant, but another jab in the direction sends him back to the driver’s seat where he produces a sandwich board and a dunce cap! Placing both on, his new sign across his chest reads “I cannot beat small women in fights”. Satisfied, Hearst slaps his smirk back on as he dances his way up the ring steps and into the ring, where a fully-stocked tiki bar and multiple chairs have already been set-up! As Hearst sets his championship upon a special pedestal, he snaps his fingers, and two signs spark to life overhead, reading: “GREATEST RIOT CHAMPION EEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER!”
Hearst lets the music die as he picks up a microphone, ordering a sad Wilkow behind the bar.
Devin Hearst:
You love to see it, man! Now, the kinda guy that would come out here and tell y’all they told you so has to be all kinds of petty. Lucky for me, I’m petty as hell, and I TOLD YOU, SON! Day one, I said the game on RIOT, the whole Millennium landscape done changed when I walked in the door, and where did I lie? Said I’d beat Lizzy? Beat her. Said I’d beat Millennium and pin Constantine Jr. like the little geek he is, and bam! Did it. I mean, look at the records? Since I’ve taken over, RIOT’s been full-on sack on forehead dunking all over Millennium, and someone deserves a thank you! It’s cool, though, I don’t need y’all to give it to me, ‘cause nobody can give out a thank you like the Big Boss himself! So we got dancers, we got pyro, we got tigers because I’m a man of my word and topical as fuck, and the, say it with me, GREATEST. RIOT. CHAMPION …. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER!
Strolling over to his bar, Hearst waits expectantly for a drink from his bartender, Andrew Wilkow, with a tapping foot and narrowed eyes. Wilkow stumbles to mix a drink around the sheer width of the cardboard sign across his chest, but manages to hand some form of martini to his boss, who snatches it up and downs it in one gulp! He tosses the glass over his shoulder, which Wilkow struggles to catch, almost dropping it to the floor.
Devin Hearst:
Why sell it short, man? Greatest champion in Millennium, full fucking stop! Who’s gonna argue with me? The bird? The kid with the broken leg? Hell, you had the two “big time” champs stinking this ring up before I saved this canvas, and the only thing they have in-common is I’ve pinned both of ‘em! Y’all can play the game and place me wherever you want on a card, but the numbers don’t lie and they say when you want the top champion on the top brand, you roll to RIOT and dance the Florida Shuffle. If you want to make a name for yourself, you come find the top draw and try to get the job done where all the champs and icons they’ve thrown at me before you couldn’t, which brings me to my point …
Picking up his championship and finding his way over to one of the several luxury chairs placed in a semi-circle before the bar, Hearst kicks back in an impossibly-relaxed position, staring up the entrance ramp.
Devin Hearst:
See, unlike a lot of dudes in the game, I’ve learned from history. I know that there ain’t a single damn celebration to ever go uninterrupted in the history of pro wrestling, so like all things, I planned on it. I know y’all are back there ready to plead your case to the Big Boss and get a shot, so come on down, kiddos! ‘Til you do, you’re just another fucking sideshow like the rest of this company.
Devin didn’t have to wait too long before the wrestling archetype came into fruition in the form of “Bad Romance” by Halestorm. Jenni Anderson walks out on top of the ramp, already out of her ring gear following her match earlier in the night. As she tends to do, she looks runway ready, a smirk on her face as she walks down.
Jenni Anderson:
Well would you take a look at this. I see yachts… that throne… wow. You’ve really gone above and beyond for this, haven’t you?
She smirks, looking around as she walks down the ramp.
Jenni Anderson:
Look at it... this is all so ADORABLE! I mean, it’s nice in an overcompensatory kind of way. Why else would you be so eager to flaunt the trappings of wealth? I could drive down to the ring right now in a car worth more than probably about 90 percent of these people’s houses, but I don’t do that, because I exude wealth. I don’t have to show it off quite so… crudely.
Jenni grins again, winking at where he stands as she continues approaching.
Jenni Anderson:
And you have that little semi-circle so clearly you’re not just expecting a drive-by here. And that’s a plus. I see a few more chairs there than just me, so I guess I better make my pitch quickly, right?
She stops in her tracks, looking at him. Her eyes squint as her brow furrows, as unimpressed a look as she’s ever given.
Jenni Anderson:
I just wonder what the point of this is. Is it ego masturbation? Is it for THEM? Because clearly, they don’t recognize greatness when they see it. Were you unloved as a child, so you have to build yourself up bigger?
Devin goes to speak, but finds that his microphone has been cut. Jenni wags her finger.
Jenni Anderson:
You didn’t think I’d allow myself to be interrupted by you, did I? I already slipped a thousand to the sound techs to cut your mic when my music hit. It’s just a sound investment…
Jenni laughs a bit, catching the literal intonation of her joke.
Jenni Anderson:
But really, we had an exchange earlier in the week where you made it quite evident that the Riot Championship? Not for sale. I respect that. Like Melody Lennox earlier tonight, some people would rather stand for something than take the easy out. And I find that just precious… It makes the fall even sweeter. So don’t expect me to offer you anything more for the Championship. No, I just wanted to come out here and stake my claim.
She turns and looks back to the stage.
Jenni Anderson:
And Vinny, I know you’re listening… I’m prepared to make my ascension worth your while.
“Cult of Personality” begins to play. Braddock emerges into view but she isn’t alone. She is flanked by Neil Newman, Kyle Butler, and Hayley Halsey. The confident beauty has a smug grin on her face and a microphone in hand.
Glory Braddock:
My ears were burning backstage when you two were going on and on about greatness. Well if you want to discuss greatness then I may as well put in an appearance because I am greatness personified.
The Best in the World mockingly waves at Jenni.
Glory Braddock:
Hi Jenni.
Braddock turns back and motions to the flamboyant decorative setup for this celebration. She lets out a sigh of disgust.
Glory Braddock:
All this...it’s just pathetic showmanship. I actually agree with Jenni, it does appear as if you’re overcompensating for something, but that’s not why I hate it. Crap like this is partially why my beloved sport has become known in some circles as sports entertainment. But this has nothing to do with entertainment. This is a sport of kings and queens. This is wrestling and when it comes to wrestling I am The Best in the World.
She points towards Devin.
Glory Braddock:
As far as the greatest Riot Champion ever...I will give credit where credit is due, you’ve been unstoppable, but I have made a career out of stopping the unstoppable and beating the unbeatable. The name Glory Braddock is well known in this sport because I have always been able to accomplish feats that most thought were impossible. You have had a great run, but it’s time for a new beginning. It’s time for the changing of the guard. No one has beaten you for that championship but now it’s my turn to try my hand at taking the title away from you. Here’s a spoiler, Devin...you have just two choices, tap out or get choked out…
The British Bombshell smirks knowingly.
Glory Braddock:
...and when I become the new champion, Vincent and the rest of MWE management will finally have a champion that they can be proud of, a true flag bearer not just of Riot but for the entire company, but don’t worry about thanking me. I’ll just save you the trouble and say...you’re welcome.
As Glory finishes speaking yet another interruption arrives in the form of “Ravennhead” by Orden Ogan and the appearance of Henri Black on the stage, Henri eyes Newman, Butler and Halsey suspiciously as he makes his way down the ramp and collects a microphone from ringside.
Henri Black:
I do apologize for the interruption but when you’re talking about championship opportunities, and especially ones that come at the expense of our illustrious golden Bitch, sorry Brit, I keep making that mistake… how’s your jaw feeling by the way Glory?
Henri rolls into the ring underneath the bottom rope, then noticing Wilkow off to the side inclines his head in that direction.
Henri Black:
Barkeep, I’ll take whiskey on the rocks… actually taking the present company into account, make that a double. And speaking of, tweaking Jenni’s nose again is just the icing on the cake here.
Henri waves to Jenni and Glory in turn.
Henri Black:
But fear not Devin for unlike my competition tonight, I come bearing gifts! In recognition for your impressive reign as Riot champion it is my truly heartfelt pleasure to present you with this!!
Henri reaches into his pocket and removes a small rectangular card which he then holds up to the camera revealing the words “20% off Bikini Wax”.
Henri Black:
Now I know it may not seem like much but I assure you I put a lot of thought into the gift after finding it on the ground outside the arena, sorry just a moment Devin, Hey Wilkow where’s my drink? Anyway as I was saying it may not seem like much but this is a true expression of my esteem.
Henri steps towards Devin and slips the card into his pocket then turns to address the other wrestlers in the ring.
Henri Black:
The only question now is who decides, or how do we decide, which one of us takes that championship from him… well that and what’s taking Wilkow so long with my damned drink?
Henri looks between Glory, Jenni and Devin in turn with his eyebrows raised quizzically.
Henri Black:
Should Glory decide? Should Jenni? Hell, should I? It’s pretty obvious that we’re all going to pick ourselves so I’m going to toss the ball into Vincent’s court… and let's all hope he makes the right choice.
With that said Henri casually flips his microphone to Wilkow and rolls out of the ring. Hearst doesn't seem too annoyed that his big celebration was interrupted. Actually he seems rather amused. He even asks the ladies if they fancy a drink, as if the two women standing in the ring were some good friends of him rather than two extremely dangerous competitors gunning for his title. The camera cuts to the commentary team for the final greetings.
Amy Maynard:
Looks like we have quite the situation here, Figgles.
Sir Figgles:
How dare they interrupt this celebration? And where did Hearst get those tigers? I have questions, Amy!
Amy Maynard:
I believe everyone does, but they are probably asking themselves, who will be next one to challenge Devin Hearst? Who will our general manager pick?
Sir Figgles:
That's a stupid question and you know it. Because, at the end of the day, it won't matter. The Big Boss will keep ruling over the orange brand.
Amy Maynard:
Time will tell, I guess. And speaking of time, ours is up. See you all in a week, goodnight!