Post by gvb on Apr 12, 2020 17:10:13 GMT -6
,Riot in Illinois II
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Saturday, April 11th, 2020
The cameras are aimed at the parking lot where we see a flash of headlights prior to a car being parked. Out of it comes one of MWE Riot’s newest signings Asher Miles as he circles around and opens the passenger door we see the frame of his beautiful manager Kaia Grainger step out as well, instantly interlocking arms with him she’s dress in a well fitted white dress and he’s wearing all black, including a long black coat.
Kaia Grainger:
So this is what it looks like, hmm?
A brief moment is taken to glance at the entirety of the arena before she steps forward giving Asher long enough to grab his bags from the back seat and the two begin walking towards the doors that would lead inside the arena.
Kaia Grainger:
Have to say I’m a tad disappointed with the welcoming committee but these are hard times aren’t they?
A brief smirk played to her lips before she spoke once more.
Kaia Grainger:
By that I mean, hard for Mr. Moretti when he has to deal with me later this evening. After booking you in an unsanctioned capacity last week, he decides to leave you out of the show. Its unfortunate really after you were so kind to step in and help the NightFall Show, despite that ending.
Asher laughed lightly and shrugged.
Asher Miles:
It is what it is. I was just trying to help out a new friend. Gotta make allies in this business, right? It’s just too bad that I could get booked for tonight after having the showing I had. I felt like I looked good. But it is what it is. I’ll just have to make the most of my next opportunity.
Asher shook his head as he glanced at Kaia.
Asher Miles:
As for Moretti? He’s about to have his hands full dealing with you.
Kaia nodded in agreement to that statement before smiling.
Kaia Grainger:
You’re damn right he is and rightfully so of course. You’re not an impromptu selection just when they need a fill in. You’re a star and they’re going to recognize you as such, or they’re going to have to deal with me. After all, I honor my business dealings. However, I'm sure it was just a minor oversight.
A positive vibe exuded from her as she said this before she grinned slightly.
Kaia Grainger:
As for your next opportunity, I say that sometimes we have to . . . make those for ourselves, but I know you’re the patient type.
Asher smirked and nodded.
Asher Miles:
I am. But we will definitely have to make my next opportunity. That’s just how this business works sometimes though, you know? You have to put your name out there.
Asher placed a hand on Kaia’s and smiled widely.
Asher Miles:
And with you by my side, I know anything is possible. We’ve got the beauty and the brains.
He paused for a moment.
Asher Miles:
Wait… both of those are you!
Asher let out a loud laugh as Kaia just rolled her eyes in a very teasing manner.
Kaia Grainger:
We can’t ALL be gifted I suppose.
She gave him a wink before playfully nudging him to continue the joke.
Kaia Grainger:
Nevertheless, don’t undersell your talent or I might just become the third B, and nobody wants that. Beauty and Brains can’t do it all, and neither can Bravado and Bravery. So that’s why this is the perfect au pair. You get to do your in the ring business and I get to handle the rest. Call me the closer I guess.
Mockingly she made a pose like one of the lawyers from that type of show before she linked back her arm to his and got serious for a moment.
Kaia Grainger:
I know you’ve had a lot of this negativity in your life where others can’t seem to remember your impact, I know it’s been tough in terms of isolating those career goals and I'm just letting you know that I’m here for you. This type of oversight will not happen again. They will remember from here on out.
Now coming to the end of the hall she stops releasing his hand and crossing her arms directly.
Kaia Grainger:
I suppose I better head to his office and see if I can catch him. You should probably at least get dressed in some wrestling gear just in case, though I doubt much can be changed with the booking.
She looked somewhat worried about that as she pursed her lips and let out a slight noise to show she was thinking. Asher laughed lightly and nodded.
Asher Miles:
You ain’t wrong about that. I’ll get some gear on just in case. Hell, I might have to run out there and help some folks out. Anything can happen. So, I’ll be ready for it. You go do your thing and I’ll go do mine. We’ll show the world how great of a duo you and I are.
Nodding she smiled.
Kaia Grainger:
That’s the spirit, Antares!
She winked at him before she headed off letting him carry on in his trip to his locker room.
Singles Match
Norris Cranley VS NinaNorris Cranley found himself, reluctantly, involved in this diatribe between Nina and Tiny Des. Sure, that earned him a win in his debut but the “Unstoppable Next Junior Heavyweight Champion” as he labeled himself didn’t come here for this sort of drama. His goal, stated since before his debut, is the title currently held by Kristina Spencer and tonight was only another step in that direction. He found a tough opponent in the former intern, a type of wrestler he hadn’t met before in his career, almost willingly letting him come at her with those swift kicks, using her uncommon speed and evasiveness to dodge most of them, dancing around Cranley and using a sudden scissor takedown to pin him on his shoulders, earning a two count. Cranley charged in but the Snakebite crouched and caught him with a fireman’s carry takedown dropping an elbow to the sternum, popping back on her feet and jumping on the opponent’s chest with a double foot stomp. Halfway through the match, Norris was really pushing on the gas. He had been since the start, to be honest, constantly on the attack. But despite him being constantly on the offense, the Chicago born was the one who got more close to the win, in at least a couple of occasions. Nina’s counter-based style blended perfectly with the type of match Cranley was fighting, giving her several opportunities to inflict a lot of damage every time she blocked one of his strikes. Like when she blocked a punch and quickly followed with a devastating side kick to the ribs, or when he went for a kick to the stomach and she used her arm to parry it, quickly sidestepping and catching his head in a reverse headlock to take him down on her knee for a backbreaker and following with a neckbreaker slam. Things changed when the Unstoppable switched to a less predictable style, catching Nina off guard with a handspring roundhouse kick that stunned the Viper. He bent down, placing his head between her legs and lifting her in an Alabama slam position, dropping her on the turnbuckle rather than the mat. It was now his moment to shine. Noris delighting the fans watching at home with some spectacular high-flying techniques, obtaining a near fall with the Sunrise Shooting Star. Nina made a short comeback after creating an opening with the Viper Sting, the casting punch made famous by the russian MMA fighter Fedor Emelianenko. But that wasn’t the last wink at russian and his rich heritage of fighting techniques, as she once again showed the influence of her trainer, the former Riot GM Yulia Kirilenko catching the Florida born in her lethal Sambo knee bar, the Leg Constrictor. Luckily for Cranley, the ropes weren’t too far and he could easily reach the bottom one with his hand. A mistake by Nina, who could and should have waited to be in a better position before using the best move in her arsenal. A wasted opportunity that seemed to affect her on a psychological level. Her attacks became less precise, her guard not as tight as it used to be and this allowed Noris to land some knee strikes to the face. As she was standing up, dazed and groggy, Cranley jumped on the top rope with the Fallen Angel springboard tornado ddt. If anyone was wondering, Tiny Des actually showed up by the end of the match, mostly to mock Nina, pacing around the ring and applauding everytime Cranley connected one of his big moves. Her presence was starting to annoy the Unstoppable, who told her to leave the ring. She refused and ate a dropkick through the ropes from Noris who then waited for Nina to get up to hit her with his Reset. But before the Snakebite could rise, Des was back on the apron with a chair in hand, slamming it on Noris back. WINNER: Noris Cranley BY: DQ, 9:33 |
Amy Maynard: "I don't think that's how Noris wanted to win..."
Sir Figgles: "Who the hell cares, kid? A win is a win, just take it and be proud!"
Amy Maynard: "You know, Figgles.. Some people like to EARN wins and opportunities. And when you're trying to make a name for yourself and impress, this continuous interferences don't really help you build your case. There will always be that shadow of doubt on the legitimacy of those wins."
Sir Figgles: "Bah. The goal is to get that strap around your waist. And once you wear it, how you got there doesn't really matter."
Sir Figgles: "Who the hell cares, kid? A win is a win, just take it and be proud!"
Amy Maynard: "You know, Figgles.. Some people like to EARN wins and opportunities. And when you're trying to make a name for yourself and impress, this continuous interferences don't really help you build your case. There will always be that shadow of doubt on the legitimacy of those wins."
Sir Figgles: "Bah. The goal is to get that strap around your waist. And once you wear it, how you got there doesn't really matter."
Opening up backstage, the camera finds the team of Warblade 42, Valkyrie and Niko Yua, with the tall blonde Dane finishing off taping her hands as Niko tugs the velcro on her boots into place. After a few moments they notice the camera and Valkyrie flashes a grin to the camera, speaking with her heavily accented English.
Valkyrie:
ast week saw the return. To everyone watching, it was a debut, but to us, it was both. Six years apart, doing our own thing, and you wouldn’t have ever guessed it!
Niko laughed in kind, then spoke, though her own English accent was more Received Pronunciation, if a little broken in places.
Niko:
Last time we worked as a team, we had a bit of a misunderstanding, as in “light tubes to the head” misunderstanding, but time is great healer. Six years of healing. And we went through the Steeles.
Valkyrie:
Wasn’t easy, but we showed Millenium, and Riot, what Warblade 42 are all about! And now, we are ready for Qiyara and Rhett. Nothing personal to you guys, this is business. We didn’t get into this business to let up on anyone, even if in the past we were told to obey politics.
Niko:
Didn’t happen then…
Valkyrie:
Won’t happen now… You want the prize purse that comes with victory, and the climb up the steps to the top, you’ve got to pry it from us!
Niko:
Crossing the freeway at the Knockout Junction, could find yourselves stuck between a Space Rock and Hard Place
Niko grinned, patting her elbow first, then the knee of Valkyrie.
Valkyrie:
Or you might find what happened back in the day, when our team initially almost disintegrated in that first match, when the world saw how dangerous a Joshi wrestler is when she’s Rocket Propelled.
Niko:
Point is though, we’re coming in hard with the momentum to continue the climb up the mountain!
Valkyrie:
And we don’t plan on stopping until Warblade 42 can be called the Apex.
Both rose to their feet at the same time, Niko picking up her signature Kendo stick and gently nudged the camera to the side, revealing a logo, a katana and bearded axe crossed
The cameras flip backstage to the hallways just outside the locker room, where the pair of Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh can be seen warming up and stretching for their respective match against Warblade 42. Seeing the cameras come into view, Qiyara stops mid sentence before notioning Rhett to their arrival as she steps forward.
Qiyara Singh:
Hello! We’ve been expecting you!
She placed her hands together in her traditional style as Rhett turned around, rolling his neck. Qiyara offers a bow.
Qiyara Singh:
Namaste.
She states before lifting back up as Rhett comes to stand by her side.
Qiyara Singh:
Before we get things underway, Rhett and I would firstly like to state to each and everyone of you at home that we hope you are remaining safe as well as your family’s during this troubling time. The arenas don’t quite feel the same without all of you being here, but we know that health is most important during times like this and we want all of you to stay in so that we can work together and end this virus.
Pausing briefly she continues.
Qiyara Singh:
As for another ending, let’s talk about our opponents of the evening for a moment, shall we? Warblade 42, your debut match on the previous Riot was quite impressive. We weren’t really sure what to expect when we first heard the name but you certainly proved yourself as formidable. Your win showcased the types of competitors you are and we imagine the Steeles were just as impressed.
A brief little laugh escaped her as she looked to Rhett and Then back to the cameras again.
Qiyara Singh:
But that was a different night, and a different team. Tonight you face off against a team who offers just as much chemistry as the two of you possess and while many may not give us that credit, Rhett and I improve each and every time we step into that ring. Thus the question becomes less about skill and more about drive. Who wants it more, who has the ambition, who furthermore is ready to take that victory?
Rhett looked over at Qiyara and nodded his head in agreement.
Rhett Adelson:
And I can tell you right now, there’s nobody here that is hungrier for a win as much as Yara and I are.
He pointed to the camera.
Rhett Adelson:
Warblade? I hope you’re ready for a fight. Because the thing about Yara and I? We always give 110% and we always come back stronger than the match before. Win or loss, the work never stops. We just keep improving and we don’t take anyone lightly. That’s what is going to put us above the rest of this tag division. Hard work and determination.
An affirmative grin comes from Yara as well as she nods in agreement.
Qiyara Singh:
So what comes next? We take the stage, light up the ring, and show you exactly why we are that team! Putting down any doubt to anyone who thinks we aren’t in the picture for those lovely tag belts held by BreeTee Committee and why despite the influx of teams that have been piling in lately there is no other like Adelson and Singh.
Pausing she turns to look at him, lightly running her hand down his cheek and laying her arms against his shoulder leaning into him slightly as her face turns back towards the camera.
Qiyara Singh:
Individually we’re strong, but together we’re unstoppable. We encapsulate a spirit and understanding that others cannot fervor and we do so while keeping our faith in each other. Remaining calm, level-headed, simply ensured that we have one another’s backs. The history books might state that each of you have not always had that.
A rather devious smile appeared (especially for Yara) as she made this statement before teasing glancing back up to Rhett. Rhett grins back and nods in approval.
Rhett Adelson:
Exactly! And that’s going to be something that Yara and I will be taking advantage of. We know your strengths and your weaknesses because the two of us? We’ve done our research. We’ve tirelessly prepared for this match since it was announced and we’re going to make you wish that you social distanced yourselves away from us.
Qiyara turns staring back directly to the camera now nodding to his statement.
Qiyara Singh:
Let’s make this a classic Warblade, and have a Riotous Time, after all wild and crazy seems to be all of our specialities.
Grinning further she grabs hold of Rhett’s hand and looks to be making her way to leave the scene.
Qiyara Singh:
See you out there!
She gave a wink as she and Rhett make their way to the ring.
Tag Team Match
Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh VS Warblade 42
After the successful debut last Saturday, Warblade 42 was presented with a much bigger challenge today in Rhett and Qiyara. Adelson started the match against Niko, and things sped up right off the gate. It was the Nightfall trained who impressed the most in the first minutes, hitting a running knee lift, a european uppercut and a headlock driver in rapid-fire succession. He fired the opponent in his corner, giving the tag to his partner, both in life and in the ring after connecting another jumping knee to Yua’s face. Singh positioned herself in the middle of the ring, ready to receive the Japanese with a tilt-a-whirl sideslam after Rhett whipped Niko toward her. She hooked the leg for a cover, only obtaining a two count. Qiyara tried to slow the pace and wear the opponent down, but when it comes to technical skills, Niko gave her a run for her money, finding a way out of the indian’s pace choke and landing some hard hitting strikes, clearing the path toward her partner. Valkyrie entered the ring the same moment Rhett did, turning him inside out with a clothesline as they charged at one another meeting midway. Using her power the Big Dane Bitch easily controlled the match, limiting Rhett’s offence to sporadic counters in the midst of suplexes and throws Valkyrie had in store for him. She almost got him with a scoop powerslam that required Qiyara to rush in and dive to save her partner. With quick tags Warblade 42 had isolated Rhett now, hitting him with some combined moves including their Switchover Suplex. And while Warblade 42 was executing said move where Niko lifted him in a vertical suplex and passed him over to Valkyrie. That was when Adelson managed to wiggle free, landing behind the Warmaiden Of Roskilde and rocking her with a gamnengiri. The Dane was down but Niko was still standing between him and Singh. Yua swung her right hand, but Rhett rolled under the blow and quickly got back to his feet, jumping and rocking the japanese with a Pele kick. And he finally made the tag. Qiyara’s unique set of ability created some difficulty to Valkyrie, unable to find a counter to those Muay Thai combinations. The resilient Valkyrie kicked out from the Qi To Your Heart combination, but things kept getting worse for her, now more than ever in dire need to make the tag. Singh’s knees always found the mark, pushing the Warmaiden back against the ropes, and then the indian went for an irish whip, countered by the stronger opponent who then leveled Qiyara with a big time lariat. A tag was made and Niko entered the ring, blocking the opponent before she could reach Rhett and hitting a german suplex. Yua obtained a two count after her arm drag/running knee to the face combination but when she went to the top rope to for a high risk maneuver Qiyara caught her with a perfect 540 spinning hook kick. And the momentum of the match shifted for the last time. In fact, ever since that kick knocked Niko off the turnbuckle, Singh was in control for a few minutes, until she tagged Rhett and hit her Singhing Off Qi (tiger feint kick into a spinning tornado kick) while Rhett went to the top rope to land the Nightfall Splash for the three count. WINNER: Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh BY: Pinfall (Nightfall Splash), 10:11 |
Amy Maynard: "A close match between two very interesting team."
Sir Figgles: "The tag division here in MWE has never been more interesting. There's a tough competition behind the BreeTee Committee, all teams are jostling to be the next in line for a shot at the champions."
Amy Maynard: "And I'm sure Bree and Teagan are keeping an eye on how things are playing out."
Sir Figgles: "The tag division here in MWE has never been more interesting. There's a tough competition behind the BreeTee Committee, all teams are jostling to be the next in line for a shot at the champions."
Amy Maynard: "And I'm sure Bree and Teagan are keeping an eye on how things are playing out."
In the back Veronica Chandler and Kristina Spencer are going over last minute preparations for the big No DQ match aka the REAL Main Event
Veronica Chandler
Wow i never realized how sadistic Back Door Gracie and Vincent Moretti really are. I mean to sacrifice Saki like this is really sadistic.
Kristina smirks as she takes some practice swings with her barbwire bat
Veronica Chandler
Ever since the War Games my client has had a renewed sense of bloodlust and the fact that she was not considered for…..
Veronica stops to consider her words
Veronica Chandler
That is not important. What is important is the fact that Krissy 2 belts here is going to have so much fun beating Saki bloody and at the time of year that is what Easter is really all about. The beating up of somebody else and making them cry for the lord.
Veronica bows as if she is praying
Veronica Chandler
My lord in heaven please watch after our sister Saki as she will soon be joining you at the pearly gates. Please know she does not know what she is doing and did not know that Backdoor Gracies and Vinny would be willing to sacrifice her in this way. Amen
Kristina smirks and looks at the camera
Kristina Spencer
Είμαι ο καταβροχθιστής των ψυχών. Όλοι όσοι στέκονται μπροστά μου θα χαθεί
Veronica laughs
Veronica Chandler
Poor Saki
No DQ Match
Saki VS Kristina SpencerNone of them too keen to abide by the rules, Saki and the Junior Heavyweight Champion Kristina Spencer were definitely in their element tonight, and they wasted no time bringing the fight outside the ring boundaries. Saki sent the champion against the barricade and charged at her, but Krissy sent her up and over with a back body drop. The Kawaai Deathmachine landed on the hard floor, but quickly got back to her feet and planted Spencer on her head with a hurricanrana from the barricade. Digging under the ring, Saki pulled out a fire extinguisher and emptied it on the Junior Heavyweight Champion, lifting it over her head once she was done and smashed it on her head. She rolled her back in the ring but Kristina kicked out. Halfway in the match, the ring looked like a battleground. Bent chairs scattered on the mat, a table set up in the corner ready to be used, a chain, broken Kendo sticks and one of the protective paddlings had been removed by Krissy, who was now smashing Saki’s face against the exposed steel, not stopping even when the Singapore Mauler started bleeding. Somehow the blood trickling from her forehead triggered something in the former Empire Extreme champion who reacted with a stiff elbow to the side of the head. Spencer was stunned and Saki attacked her with a flurry of punches, kicks, knee strikes and even headbutts despite the bleeding forehead. She lifted Kristina and planted her on her head with a piledriver, but the Wicked One still had enough strength to kick out. Right when the Singapore Mauler was building momentum obtaining the nearest of falls after putting Krissy through a table, the Wild Card Kimberly Williams came down to the ring with her Infinity Gauntlet in one hand and the staple gun in the other. Her target was, needless to say, Saki with which she went to battle one week ago. The former champion turned her attention to the Woman Scorned for a brief moment, but that was enough time for Kristina to wrap the chain around her fist and punching Saki with her Wicked Hand for the win. WINNER: Kristina Spencer BY: Pinfall (The Wicked Hand), 8:51 |
Sir Figgles: "I think Kimberly wants to play with Saki a little more."
Williams wasn't here to throw things at old people, mostly because there were no old people around. Or young, or people of any age at all. So she had to settle to staple the Kawaii Deathmachine on the face and arms, apparently with no particular reasoning behind. Just for fun, and the giggles she let out while firing the staple gun on Saki were the only proof you needed. And eventually, Kimberly threw something at someone. An Infinity Gauntlet Punch at the Junior Heavyweight champion, leaving Krissy laying next to her opponent. Before leaving the ring, the Wild Card gave one interested look at the title laying next to Spencer's motionless body.
Williams wasn't here to throw things at old people, mostly because there were no old people around. Or young, or people of any age at all. So she had to settle to staple the Kawaii Deathmachine on the face and arms, apparently with no particular reasoning behind. Just for fun, and the giggles she let out while firing the staple gun on Saki were the only proof you needed. And eventually, Kimberly threw something at someone. An Infinity Gauntlet Punch at the Junior Heavyweight champion, leaving Krissy laying next to her opponent. Before leaving the ring, the Wild Card gave one interested look at the title laying next to Spencer's motionless body.
After the brief commercial break, the footage picked up in the largely barren backstage area, with the solitary figure of Leia LeBeau. The stunning Showgirl was not in her ring attire, as she was not booked tonight, but instead wore a dazzling ladies suit, alluring open to give a hint of cleavage, and it sparkled in the artificial light. She still had her top hat upon her flowing locks, pausing in front of the camera as she struck a pose.
Leia LeBeau:
Now, members of the audience, you may be wondering why I have taken this opportunity to grace you with my presence. And I know, you are certainly not sorry to see me. After all, Saturday Nights aren’t alright without a little bit of Show, now are they?
She made a little twirl, showing off her figure in the skin tight suit, the model turned athlete looking absolutely fabulous in her get up.
Leia LeBeau:
I may not be competing here tonight, but you can be sure you will be seeing The Show strutting her stuff out there, showing you all what real entertainment really is, and lighting up this brand when it severely needs light. And when will I be out there? For when my man, and his best friend are in the ring, doing what they do better than any other team in the business. Because, the Ridiculous Bygone Era may spread their lies, claiming they are all about the wrestling when all they do is bully, attempt to slut shame, spread deceit and cheat. That is certainly not wrestling, it is definitely not entertainment, and the REAL Nightfall Rising, the very best all male duo in the sport, are going to show them tonight what it is all about.
Leia took her hat off, letting her long locks flick back as she struck another dramatic pose, as if the spotlight was shining right down on her. In fact, it was, as the lights dimmed and a single spotlight shined down.
Leia LeBeau:
Because tonight, they are facing the real deal, and there will be no interference from their little group, there will be no setbacks to our plans, and no last minute changes to our lineup. So sit back, relax, grab yourself a steaming hot latte… And most of all, enjoy The Show.
Leia then seemingly pulled a latte out of thin air, taking a sip before disappearing down the hall alone, likely in search of Jay, and her man Donovan.
The scene opens up with Kyle Butler seemingly alone in the locker room. He is leaning up against the wall beside the bathroom door. His arms crossed appearing annoyed. Something is grinding his gears.
Kyle Butler:
Jesus Neil... what’s going on in there?
The sound of Neil Newman throwing up can not be mistaken.
Kyle Butler:
Damn it Neil, did you eat the Bean and Cheese burrito?
Neil answers the question by sounding like he hacked up last nights dinner. All Kyle can do is shake his head.
Kyle Butler:
For Christsake, do you have any idea how embarrassing this is going to be? Unlike Nightfall Rising I don’t have a scab conveniently waiting in the wings. Or a one dimensional shrew with an ever growing supporting cast of lingerie models to scream at. Where is my Hawaian Punch? Do you think I can get that over bud? It's embarrassing enough Jay conveniently has an aversion to the same iditoic drink Leia can’t go one hour without reciting. Neil! Get me my Hawaian Punch!
His best friend screams.
Neil Newman:
Screw you!
Kyle pouts. He stomps his feet.
Kyle Butler:
WHERE IS MY HAWANIAN PUNCH.
Neil shouts back.
Neil Newman:
GET IT YOURSELF.
Kyle Butler:
I DON’T KNOW HOW. I AM A SPOILED BITCH WHO CAN’T DO ANYTHING FOR MYSELF. STRIPPING ISN’T PAYING THE BILLS ANY--
Unable to keep a straight face for much longer, Kyle Butler breaks out laughing. Neil Newman exits the bathroom with a boombox in his hand. He wasn’t actually throwing up. Neil smirks.
Neil Newman:
And they say we can’t be entertaining.
Kyle smiles.
Kyle Butler:
Thanks man, I needed that. Maybe I have been wound a little tight lately. Just don’t understand why Jay is being rewarded. He has himself to blame for his own stupidity. Nightfall Rising, the real Nightfall Rising, not the scab edition, don’t deserve this.
Neil Newman:
I agree. Lets go out there and beat them. That way they will be in our rearview mirror. Did Elsa ever state what plans she had for us before she forced us to fight The Revenants again?
Kyle shrugs.
Kyle Butler:
Who knows. We’ll worry about that later. Let's show Nightfall Rising who the best tag team on the planet is.
Kyle extends his fist. Neil fist bumps it. The scene fades to black.
Four Way Match
Dean Smith VS REDD Thunder VS Brien Storm VS Liv MercerThe priority for all the people involved seemed to be take out REDD Thunder. The big man, with his size and power was definitely the biggest threat, even in a four way match. Hence why Brien and Liv joined Dean in hammering the member of APE, pushing him back against the ropes and eventually throwing him out with a triple superkick. Smith wasn’t done with the big man, not by far. He still had unresolved business with APE, the win over Alan Envy at Down Under didn’t quench his thirst for revenge. And so, while Liv Mercer and Brien Storm fought one another in the centre of the ring, he went on the apron and waited for Thunder to get up to jump at him and connect with his knee to Redd’s face. Storm dodged Mercer’s bicycle kick and quickly dropped her on her neck with a snap dragon suplex. Liv pulled through Storm’s aggressive start and eventually found the opening to take him down and keep him on the ground with a tight headlock to wear him down. Her plan was frustrated by REDD Thunder who, after leaving Dean licking his wounds on the canvas after a devastating spinning spinebuster, went back inside the ring and started doing what he does best. Annihilate the competition. Liv found herself tossed all over the place by a trifecta of German suplexes, and the same fate awaited Storm once he recovered from Mercer’s superkick. Dean came back inside the ring as well and charged at Redd with a big boot. The Thunder From Down Under took a step aside and guess what? Triple German suplex for him as well. For several minutes REDD looked unstoppable, manhandling the three opponents and controlling the match. It only lasted until Dean caught him with a headbutt that staggered the Big Fat Luchador and gave Smith the chance to hit him with a flurry of strikes. First Liv and then Storm as well got back on their feet and once again joined the former Invictus champion in beating down the big man. Brien and Dean grabbed on arm each and whipped REDD against the ropes. When he bounced back, he got doubled over by a knee to the stomach from Smith, kicked on the side of the head by a running big boot from the Favorite Worst Nightmare and spun right into Liv’s Stay Down. The only woman in this match quickly made the cover, but the count was immediately interrupted by both her opponents. By the end, the match grew, if possible, even more chaotic. Pinfall kept coming in crazy fast succession, and at some point all four competitors hit their finishers, but nobody was able to capitalize on that. REDD hit the Brute Force Algorithm on Liv before getting knocked down by another MD diving knee from the longest reigning Invictus champion who couldn’t avoid the Perfect Storm that was coming his way. The Captain was going to make the cover but he got caught by the returning Liv’s inverted foot stomp. All four were down, none of them moving for several seconds. Mercer was the first to stir up, crawling on top of REDD who kicked out in two. She then headed toward Dean, obtaining the same result. The same happened with Storm, and Liv vented her frustration with a loud scream. To rub salt in the wound, Echo appeared on the stage with a microphone, calling her that C word that’s so common amongst Australian. Mercer turned to her rival who raised her microphone as if she wanted to speak. But she didn’t, she just smiled at her challenger and pointed at something behind her shoulders. That something being the imposing figure of REDD Thunder who met Liv with a savate kick as she turned around. The member of APE wiped out Storm and Smith with a double clothesline before focusing back on Liv and finishing her with the Giga Impact (jumping knee clinch). WINNER: REDD Thunder BY: Pinfall (Giga Impact), 12:16 |
Echo:
What’s the matter, cunt?
Echo paces back and forth across the stage, a giant smirk across her face as she watches Liv recuperating in the ring.
Echo:
You want to keep pushing me, yeh? Time after time, you push, you push, you push….
She pauses for a moment to shrug the championship belt placed on her shoulder.
Echo:
You wanted to make it clear we had unfinished business, but trust me, little rabbit, I already know. You want this so bad, you want to make history. And so you push, you push, you push…
She stopped her pacing to look down at Liv, shaking her head with closed eyes.
Echo:
As much as you try, you’re not going to take that step off of my back. And I’ll promise you right now Liv, you’ll get another chance that you so desperately want. But unlike last time, it’ll be a completely decisive victory, with no doubt left in anyone's mind, that I am better than you. I’ll always be better than you. And you’ll never be the Invictus Champion on my watch.
Echo tossed the microphone behind her, a resounding thud booming across the arena as her music hits. She holds the title up above her head, mocking a cry by rubbing her eye as she backed her way toward the lockerrooms.
The scene cuts backstage to Donovan Keane walking into his locker room with a drink in his hand. Jay Gallagher looks up and sees his partner before standing up and pointing at him.
Jay Gallagher:
You! DO NOT BRING ANY DRINKS OR FOOD NEAR ME!!!
Mindful of what happened a week ago, both to his partner and how bad Leia took it when she found out her latte was gone, Donnie quickly shakes his head.
Donovan Keane:
YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU LATTE THIEF! Leia almost broke up with me last week because of your gluttony!
Jay mocks Donnie’s voice as he replies.
Jay Gallagher:
‘Leia almost broke up with me.’ Blah blah blah! She would’ve broken up with you if she drank that shitty latte! I did the math, checked the numbers carried over the two and I came down to a scientific conclusion that it was YOUR drink that gave me the shits.
Donovan put his hand over Jay’s mouth before he could finish the sentence.
Donovan Keane:
Shhhhh… Are you crazy? We’re on live television, there are kids watching, you can’t say SHIT!
Jay Gallagher:
Oh shit!
Jay facepalms and shakes his head.
Jay Gallagher: We’re going to get fined so much for this! And it’s coming out of your pocket because it’s your fault!
Donovan Keane:
What the… How’s that my fault? I’m not the one who almost sh… pooped his pants one week ago!
Gallagher is about to answer but Donovan cuts him off.
Donovan Keane:
And besides, that’s just dumb as fuck. Why wouldn’t we be allowed to say shit if we’re supposed to talk about the Golden Era? Like, the two words are pretty much synonymous…
Jay laughs and nods his head.
Jay Gallagher:
Oh my god! They are the shittiest! I hate them! The only thing I hate more is Leia’s sister because she’s making you miserable!
Jay looks to continue on when Asher Miles barges into the locker room.
Asher Miles:
Donnie! You gotta go check on Leia! I just saw EMT’s and backstage workers surrounding her down the hall!
Donovan turns pale, dropping the latte on the floor. Frozen on the spot, he stared at Miles
Donovan Keane:
W-What?
He turns his head to Jay, then quickly back to Asher.
Donovan Keane:
Are you sure that’s her?
Miles confirms with a nod of his head. Wasting no time, Donnie heads to the door.
Donovan Keane:
That jealous bitch… I’m gonna fucking kill Hayley once we’re done with her buddies.. I’ll be back in a mom… GODDAMMIT!
He shouts as he realizes something.
Donovan Keane:
Don’t tell me our match is next…
Asher places his hand on Donnie’s shoulder.
Asher Miles:
Hey brother, don’t worry about it. I’ll go out there with Jay. You just go take care of you girl.
Asher glances over at Jay and Jay nods in agreement.
Jay Gallagher:
Asher is right. You take care of Leia. Asher and I got this.
A little hesitation, but Donnie eventually gives up.
Donovan Keane:
Thanks bro, I owe you one.
He says patting Asher’s shoulder.
Donovan Keane:
Jay… Kick their stupid faces in for me.
And with that last recommendation, answered with a nod by Gallagher, Donnie rushes out of the room to go check on his girlfriend.
Jay reaches out for a high five.
Jay Gallagher:
Let’s do this! Just don’t accidentally kick me like you did with Donnie!
Asher laughs and nods before he slaps Jay’s hand and nods.
Asher Miles:
You got it! The first match jitters are gone. I’m ready for this. Let’s go!
The competitors exit the locker room and head out for their upcoming match.
Tag Team Match
Jay Gallagher & Asher Miles VS Golden Era
Neil and Kyle were laughing as the pair of Jay Gallagher and Asher Miles walked down the ramp. Were they smiling before their plan came to fruition? Did they know something about the attack suffered by Leia? Or where they just amused by the fact that, once again, Nightfall Rising had to find a replacement? Either way the match eventually started with Gallagher and Butler squaring off. The speed and agility of the young kid from Las Vegas was just too much for the Golden Era member who ended up flat on his back after a wristlock into a jumping high knee from Jay, who obtained the first near fall of the match. Trusting his partner, Gallagher dragged Kyle in hise corner and made the tag to Asher who climbed to the top rope and jumped off, landing with his leg across Butler’s throat while the master of the Roll Tide was being held on Jay’s knee after he dropped him there with a backbreaker. Asher showed some skills tonight connecting a couple of suplexes and obtaining a near fall after a swinging neckbreaker. His mistake was to try to slow down the pace, applying a headlock that Butler easily countered with a back suplex side slam. A little payback with some furious stomps and then Kyle made the tag to his partner. After nailing him with their wheelbarrow facebuster/cutter combination, the two members of Golden Era kept alternating one another taking turns to beat down the rookie wrestler, isolating him in their half of the ring. A tough spot for Miles who couldn’t catch a break or come even close to make the tag he desperately needed. Jay kept encouraging him, rushing in to save him after Neil hit a scoop brainbuster. Eventually Asher created the opening with a sitout jawbreaker and slowly crawled toward Jay. Too slow, and Newman managed to grab his leg and drag him back in the centre of the ring. Pulling him up to his feet, Neil went for a belly to belly suplex, throwing Miles behind him. Asher landed on his feet and connected a dropkick to the back that sent Kyle head first against the turnbuckle. Finally the tag was made, Asher asking Jay to climb to the top rope while he lifted Butler on his shoulders for Jay to take him down with a diving clothesline. While Amy at ringside pointed out that, despite this being the first time they were tagging together Jay and Asher were showing some good chemistry, Miles shockingly superkicked his partner. And this time it was no mistake. Everyone froze on the spot, even the ever so loud Kyle in his corner needed some time to let this sink in. Miles left the ring, leaving Jay knocked out on the canvas. Neil thanked him and, with the help of his partner, connected the End Of An Era. WINNER: Golden Era BY: Pinfall (End Of An Era), 6:36 |
Amy Maynard: "What the hell is happening?"
Sir Figgles: "Come on, Amy... put two and two together, I'm sure you'll get it."
The Golden Era left the ring, leaving Jay and Asher there. The substitute for Donovan Keane crouched down and stared at Gallagher for some long seconds without saying a word. Quite a disturbing sight per se, but nothing compared to what happened next. His managar Kaia Grainger handed him a shillelagh, the characteristic Irish club. And Miles started hitting the defenseless Jay with it, relentlessly, showing no emotions at all. Soon he cracked his skull open, but not even the blood painting Jay's long blonde hair red stopped Asher's beatdown. If anything, he got even more violent, targeting multiple parts of his body. Donovan was heard screaming from behind the curtain, yelling at the security who was blocking him. The massacre kept going, more vicious strikes landing on the poor Jay until his tag partner, somehow, was able to get the security's attention on what was going on inside the ring with a desperate "He's fucking killing him, idiots!" screamed with a voice cracking with emotions.
By the time the security arrived to the ring, followed by a Donovan in tears, Asher had already jumped over the barricade, swinging the bloodied shillelagh taunting Keane with it. Donovan didn't even look at him, rage and desire to break the club on the back of the man he thought was a friend weren't his predominant feelings right now. His undivided attention was on his tag partner, his best friend who was laying in a puddle of his own blood. "I'm sorry bro..." Donnie cried holding Jay's arm as the paramedics carefully carried him on the stretcher. And he didn't let his hand go while they pushed him up the ramp and disappered backstage.
Sir Figgles: "Come on, Amy... put two and two together, I'm sure you'll get it."
The Golden Era left the ring, leaving Jay and Asher there. The substitute for Donovan Keane crouched down and stared at Gallagher for some long seconds without saying a word. Quite a disturbing sight per se, but nothing compared to what happened next. His managar Kaia Grainger handed him a shillelagh, the characteristic Irish club. And Miles started hitting the defenseless Jay with it, relentlessly, showing no emotions at all. Soon he cracked his skull open, but not even the blood painting Jay's long blonde hair red stopped Asher's beatdown. If anything, he got even more violent, targeting multiple parts of his body. Donovan was heard screaming from behind the curtain, yelling at the security who was blocking him. The massacre kept going, more vicious strikes landing on the poor Jay until his tag partner, somehow, was able to get the security's attention on what was going on inside the ring with a desperate "He's fucking killing him, idiots!" screamed with a voice cracking with emotions.
By the time the security arrived to the ring, followed by a Donovan in tears, Asher had already jumped over the barricade, swinging the bloodied shillelagh taunting Keane with it. Donovan didn't even look at him, rage and desire to break the club on the back of the man he thought was a friend weren't his predominant feelings right now. His undivided attention was on his tag partner, his best friend who was laying in a puddle of his own blood. "I'm sorry bro..." Donnie cried holding Jay's arm as the paramedics carefully carried him on the stretcher. And he didn't let his hand go while they pushed him up the ramp and disappered backstage.
The scene opens backstage, more specifically a luxury suite. Jared Constable is sitting comfortable on a brown leather couch. He has on black khalis, a crispy white button up shirt and a dark blue jean jacket. Pierce Manning is sitting to his right. Jenni Anderson is sitting to his left.
Jared Constable:
Ladies and gents, my name is Jared Constable, and I represent the premier combination in MWE, The Establishment.
“ week ago I warned each and every single one of you. I cautioned against underestimating the combined might of Mr. Manning and Ms. Anderson. The proof as they say is in the pudding. Last week, Mr. Manning KNOCKED OUT. I repeat... KNOCKED OUT, Echo. Furthermore, Ms. Anderson was able to handle her affairs in a flawless manner. My words were a prophecy fulfilled. Nothing will stand in Ms. Anderson and Mr. Mannings way of getting exactly what they want. But there are individuals out there who don’t know when to leave well enough alone. For example, Gloria Braddock and Henri Black.
Jared rolls his eyes.
Jared Constable:
For a woman who clearly does not want anything to do with Ms. Anderson, she was quick to try to undercut Ms. Anderson’s efforts to challenge for the Riot Championship. You are a very spiteful troll Gloria. Ms. Anderson has been right all along, you are jealous, you are unable to let go of the fact that Ms. Anderson is better than you in every single way. She is a better wrestler. She is a better businesswoman. She is hella a lot prettier than you who claims you are a bombshell. Ms. Anderson is vastly more classier than you are. In every metric Ms. Anderson is your better, hilarious you surround yourself with two goons, Mr. Newman and Mr. Butler and your newest recruit, a professional bootlicker in Hayley. Such low hanging fruit I might add. Acting like main eventing a show is a great accomplishment. We’ll see how your Mini Me will behave after she falls short.
Jared pauses to catch his breath. He is more riled up than usual.
Jared Constable:
And Mr. Black. You’ve taken umbrage with prior comments of mine. The truth hurts. You are upset because you did not get the job done with Mr. Manning. A fluke victory inside a contraption you orchestrated does not make one a suitable bad ass. Mr. Manning walked away from that fight. Mr. Manning has gone on to knock out the current Invictus Champion. He has shown no ill effects of your last battle. That’s not enough. Need I remind you sir, the last contenders match you were in for the Riot Championship, you lost. You should be in the back of the line especially after the Glorious Golden Era made a mockery out of you at Down Under. Gloria, Henri, both of you jealous bints can not hold down progress. On that note I conclude this part of the interview, I said everything that needed to be illuminated on. My name is Jared Constable and I... have spoken!
Proud of himself, Jared has a smug smile on his face. The scene fades to black.
Walking into the building is the veteran of the A.P.E with a random lady friend on his arm and was dragging his bag behind him. Alan Envy slowed down amd lowered his glasses his A.P.E shirt proudly being worn with blue jeans and a leather jacket.
Alan Envy:
You know each of us here at A.P.E likes to prepare differently for a match. Chris Constatine Jr likes to swim nude in a pool of money and championships, REDD THUNDER likes to clang and bang, you know clang weight and bang...well you get the idea. Duke Andrews hell I don't even know what weird shit he likes to do. Then you have Alan fucking Envy, the veteran presence that has his own um...pre match routine.
He slowly assists his lady friend with a nice turn before dismissing her allowing a kiss from her on his cheek.
Alan Envy:
But that prematch ritual? Nah….didn't happen. That will be moved to a post match cooldown and a celebration. Ya know I'll admit, I haven't been myself lately and I made a promise that myself and the Experience were going to put the Riot in Riot literally. Yet so far that hasn't really gone according to plan. Welp….that stops tonight. Ladies and gentlemen what you are all looking at is an 18 year veteran, a guy that has been in this business since he was 15 years old and has been trained in any and every damn kind of fighting style there is, but the only one I care about is pro wrestling. So tonight I prove it, and then the next time those tag titles are on the line it will be proven again. Because there is one other thing synonymous with Alan Envy and that is gold belts. I've had them everywhere where I have been, and Riot soon will be no different.
Envy lowers the sunglasses and a look of dead serious concern traction peers to the camera and onto the screen.
Alan Envy:
Tonight….the 33 year old grizzled veteran proves to the world why I am one of the greatest of all time. And Kelsey Spencer your dream has come true. You love competing against great opponents and participate in great matches? Because you get to face a great opponent and be in a great match. Only problem is tonight A.P.E Alan Envy begins to make good on his statement. You're going to be in the wrong place at the wrong time baby doll. Stretch out lady, because the Icon of Pain is near…
Envy lowers his glasses back over and sniffs a little before walking away.
Singles Match
Melody Lennox VS Megan RydellWere you expecting to see Melody in action tonight? Think again.. The scene was the same that has become quite familiar in the recent weeks, a small crowd gathered outside the locker room of the MWE Intercontinental Champion. The camera peeked in, Megan was sitting on the bench and was holding an ice pack over her head. A doctor was checking on her and next to him, a member of the always busy security was taking notes as Rydell described the attack. When he asked if she saw her aggresor, she answered with no hesitation: "That Melody Bitch." WINNER: // BY: //, 0:00 |
Sir Figgles: "So? Do you still have doubts, Sherlock?"
Amy Maynard: "There seem to be a pattern..."
Sir Figgles: "Seem, she says. Just say it, Melody has been bashing people for weeks now!"
Riot cuts backstage to an overly confident Hayley Halsey as she stands alone. There isn’t Glory Braddock or the Golden Era around her, but she doesn’t appear to mind this so much especially considering that things have been going so well for her lately. The scene pans revealing that Hayley is standing next to a casket with “2017-2020” carved into it. She looks at this with a confident smirk on her face as she begins to speak her mind.
Hayley Halsey:
We are gathered here tonight to celebrate… well… not really… BUT… we are here to say goodbye to the Hayley Halsey you all knew! What do I mean by this? For years… the OLD Hayley… let’s be honest here, she wasn’t someone that stood much of a chance. The old Hayley was a naive little girl that truly didn’t know what the business was about. She throws herself into the spotlight in Brooklyn, New York wrestling for a trash promotion that wasn’t worthy of even being MWE’s developmental company and she won a championship in her fourth match which… sure… potential… but against competition that was beneath mediocre. Stupid little shy bitch thought that she had it made… but no… all she was? Was taken advantage of because that company screwed her by closing after she won that title.
The old Hayley was someone that was treated like a pushover in another trash wrestling promotion that she just happened to score a championship in and then they decided to screw her over too! There was the OLD Hayley… wasting away… being pushed around… being taken advantage of… being treated beneath her actual abilities. Sounds familiar… doesn’t it? Oh right… that’s how I was treated when I first broke in…
I came here…
Hayley takes a pause, remembering the massive letdown that the beginning of her MWE career had been. Remembering that she had allowed someone that was once considered one of her best friends to completely drag her down to something beneath mediocrity, how she was constantly dwelling in opening matches, how she couldn’t catch a break for so long…
Hayley Halsey:
I finally signed with a company that I knew was going to be stable and it felt great. I finally felt like I was going to get my career off the ground after I languished trying to carry horseshit companies to the promised land. And then… I kept languishing…
Opening matches…
The humiliation of being embarrassed…
The embarrassment of allowing such a toxic influence like my ex-best friend distract me from what’s important… all of that was bad enough… and then I hit rock bottom. That rock bottom, you ask… was losing to someone like… like HER…
Me… one of the purest wrestlers on the planet… losing to someone like THAT… like LEIA… it was… honest to god, the most embarrassing moment of my entire career and from that point on, I had to do everything I could to avenge that… even if it took me realizing that I was never going to be successful the way I was going… so I did the one thing I had to… I did the brave thing that most of you would be cowards to do and that’s embrace the movement that is the Glorious Golden Era!
And sure enough… the dividends have been AMAZING!
NOW I’m in the main event? That says it all…
Hayley pauses one more time as she glares at the casket.
Hayley Halsey:
It says that the pushover… the joke that you used to laugh at all the time… the opening match fodder that you enjoyed making fun of… is DEAD! Gone is a losing wrestler that never understood what wrestling was about… that is… until she embraced the sanctity of what the sport was built on! In her place is the REAL ME… someone with a prodigal future… someone learning from one of the greatest in the sport’s history… and when the Glorious Golden Era takes home that main event… you’ll all see why I am next in line… the princess ready to inherit the throne… the future leader of the pure wrestling movement!
I am THE future of this company… THE future of this business!
Get used to me dominating the main event scene in the future! Get used to me… because I’m not going anywhere… and I am definitely not… not today, not tomorrow, not EVER… going back to the running opening match gag that every single one of our opponents tonight wishes I still was.
You weren’t taking me seriously before…
And whether you admit it or not?
Deep down?
You’re taking me seriously now!
Hayley maintains her poise as she overlooks the casket that represents the phase of her career where she was downtrodden for so long. This therapeutic step of moving toward the future, which is undoubtedly brighter than before, fades to black.
Singles Match
Kelsey Spencer VS Alan EnvyFresh of being appointed as the next in line for the MWE World Championship, Kelsey would love to celebrate it with a win against one of Chris Constantine’s goons. Alan Envy wasted no time and attacked Kelsey before the bell even rang, a forearm to the back as while Kelsey was taking off the jacket she wore to the ring. With the opponent down, Alan stomped her back and even placed his knee on her spine while pulling her arms back. Eventually he “helped” her out of her jacket, using the garment to choke Spencer. The referee eventually managed to stop him and officially start the match, after checking on Kelsey’s condition and receiving confirmation that she was good to continue. A running Yakuza kick floored her once again, and almost kept her down for the three. To follow up, he shoved Spencer in the corner and drove his shoulder in her stomach once, twice, three times. With another irish whip he sent her to the opposite corner, charging right behind her. Kelsey grabbed the ropes and went up and over his head, causing him to crash chest first against the turnbuckle. She tried to capitalize with a schoolboy but it was just another two. No stranger to come back from difficult situations, after several minutes in which Alan remained in full control and punished her with hard hitting strikes and some forbidden moves like illegal chokes and all that jazz, the australian found the strength to react and turn the momentum in her favor. It all started when Alan went for his pop up death valley driver and Kelsey was able to slip away from his shoulders and taking him down with a simple yet effective, rear mat slam. Alan was quickly back on his feet, eating an array of kicks from the Blue Thunder. Alan was now in the corner and Kelsey rushed at him, launching him back in the middle of the ring with a monkey flip. No wasted motions for the Uncanny Socialite, all her attacks flowing smoothly in a long, fluid sequence that ended with the cartwheel legdrop, and another two count. Envy rolled under the bottom rope, trying to pull himself up on the apron. But once again Kelsey was on his tracks, jumping over the top rope and charging at him. This time the member of APE was able to protect himself with a kick to stomach, doubling Kelsey over and lifting her for a vicious brainbuster on the apron. Spencer barely made it back in the ring, and when she did, Alan didn’t go easy on her, welcoming her with a series of stomps to the back of the head. The second time he tried, he eventually connected the pop up death valley driver, but it wasn’t enough to keep Kelsey down. Mindful of what happened before, he tried to keep a slower pace now, using various rest holds to keep Spencer grounded. He tried another pinfall with a falcon arrow, but once again didn’t get more than a count of two. If there was a lesson to learn here, it was that Kelsey does have nine lives like cats. Not only she resisted the Envious Demise, but she even countered a second attempt and quickly hit a neckbreaker slam. Then she locked him in the Dragon Sleeper she learned from her husband Christian Michaels and Envy quickly tapped out. WINNER: Kelsey Spencer BY: Submission (Dragon Sleeper), 11:41 |
Too damn quickly. Before Amy or Figgles could take word, REDD Thunder and Duke Andrews appeared on the stage, walking down to the ring. Kelsey stepped back, but she bumped against Alan Envy, who was already back on his feet and, judging by how quickly he dropped her on her head with a second Envious Demise. The rest, you can easily imagine what happened. REDD and Duke entered the ring to send a message to the next challenger to CCJ's title, taking turns to beat up Kelsey. But Spencer was not alone, there was someone watching her back. Her husband, Christian Michaels and his brother Javen came rushing down the ring, fending off APE and helping Kelsey back to her feet.
Amy Maynard: "Good thing the Brothers McMillion were watching her back, right?"
Sir Figgles: "That seems to be the smart thing to do when you deal with APE."
Amy Maynard: "Ain't that the truth?"
Amy Maynard: "Good thing the Brothers McMillion were watching her back, right?"
Sir Figgles: "That seems to be the smart thing to do when you deal with APE."
Amy Maynard: "Ain't that the truth?"
Backstage in the Enterprise Arena in Chicago, Illinois we find “The British Bombshell” (and if you ask her The Best in the World) Glory Braddock. The blonde haired beauty is dressed in her royal purple catsuit style wrestling gear while sitting on a brown stool. Her legs are crossed and she gazes confidently, smugly into the camera. A glass of champagne is in her right hand.
Glory Braddock:
Devin Hearst...oh Devin….
The British Bombshell chuckles as she takes a sip of her champagne.
Glory Braddock:
….I will give credit where credit is due. You are truly the best Riot Champion in history. You have done what no one else on the Riot Brand has yet to do. For that you do deserve the praise and the adulation that you so desired on Riot last week.
Braddock would normally applaud, even if it was a sarcastic golf clap, but with her right hand busy holding a glass of champagne she just simply nods her head at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
Granted part of the reason you have lasted so long is due to the fact that I have been distracted. Whether I was feuding with The Establishment or feuding with The Revenants I have had my time otherwise occupied. As soon as my attention can be focused one hundred percent upon you, we can see just how great you really and truly are. The greats turn into diamonds under pressure while frauds crumble into dust. And in your future I see you becoming dust. And if you don’t believe me just look at the scene last week.
She shrugs her shoulders.
Glory Braddock:
What did you expect to happen last week when you threw that party for yourself? But then again, you ARE a smart boy. I’m sure you knew ahead of time that everyone would come out of the woodworks to challenge you for that championship. Henri Black, Jenni Anderson, and of course me...The Best Wrestler in the World today…
The British Bombshell chuckles before taking another sip of her champagne.
Glory Braddock:
It isn’t hard to see where this is going. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what the next move is here. Wrestling today loves a good cluserfuck, hence why tonight it’s four teams...you and Wilkow against The Establishment against The Revenants against The Glorious Golden Era. It’s good for ratings, but is it really good wrestling or just a good fight?
Braddock shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
Don’t worry, I am not going to get preachy on anyone. I am through trying to convince the world of what wrestling should be. Sometimes you have to walk through hell itself in order to bring about salvation. As the creed says, Christ himself descended into hell in order bring about salvation to humanity. So if we have to descend into hell then Hayley and I will do just that in order to drag the sport I love kicking and screaming back to where it should be. And whether the end game of this is a four way or just me and Devin, you can bank on the fact that I will be the one who takes the Riot Championship away from you, I will be the one who ends your historic reign across the Riot brand.
She points at her eyes.
Glory Braddock:
Because when you look into these eyes, understand that this is not just the eyes of The British Bombshell, daughter of Glenn Braddock, a fourteen time world champion. These are the eyes of divinity. When it comes to professional wrestling I am a goddess and eventually everyone will believe in me. And as for you, Devin, whether you know it or not, last week’s celebration was the beginning of the end of your championship run. Your tyranny over this Riot brand will soon be over. Sic Semper Tyrannis…
The scene fades.
Tag Team Match
Four Way Tag Team
Four Way Tag Team
Devin Hearst & Andrew Wilkow VS The Revenants VS Glorious Golden Era (Glory Braddock & Hayley Halsey) VS The Establishment
Amy Maynard: “This is it, Figgles. The biggest main event in Riot’s history, eight people will battle in this ring in a four way tag team match.” Sir Figgles: “This is going to be great. And chaotic. And crazy. And Devin Hearst wins in the end.” Amy Maynard: “That remains to be seen. You can bet that there’s at least one person on each team who would love to get a win over the champion.” There was a lot of tension in the air, that’s for sure. Harsh words flying between the “captains” of each teams, the three people who laid claims on the Riot championship and the Florida Shuffle himself, the man who has been ruling over the orange brand since November. As the temperature started rising and we went from words to shovings. The referee put himself between the four wrestlers, ready to decide who wouòd start the match with a double coin toss resulting on the Revenants and the Glorious Golden Era being the ones to get the ball rolling. Henri Black and Glory Braddock agreed let the respective partners out and kick things off with a reprise of the match from Way Of The Dragon they never had the chance to finish due to the interference of The Establishment. The respect that characterized their first meeting was long gone, tore a rift between them and now Henri was hell bent on making her pay for the interference that costed the Revenants the match at the last ppv. The initial clinched only lasted a few seconds with Black immediately going for a knee strike to the stomach, doubling her over and then sending her against the ropes. Amy Maynard: “Irish whips can be counterproductive in this kind of match. Anyone of your opponents could tag themselves in at any time, just like Manning did now.” A blind tag, not spotted by Henri who was focus on receiving Glory as she bounced back and slamming her on the mat with a spinebuster. Helena tried to warn her partner but when Henri realized it, Pierce clubbed him from behind with a clothesline. Even in this case there was no love lost between the parts involved, the member of the Establishment still remembering the loss and punishment he suffered in that barbaric steel cage deathmatch in Tokyo and looking for retribution. With Black on his hands and knees, Manning kept clubbing his back with heavy forearm shots, applying now a rear chinlock and planting his knee on Black’s spine. Sir Figgles: “You know, in another life Pierce would have been a great addition to the Glorious Golden Era. Look at him going against this enemy of wrestling!” Amy Maynard: “I bet you’re not brave enough to say that to Henri’s face.” Sir Figgles: “Don’t be ridiculous.” Figgins actually had the chance to do that as Henri Black landed close to their table after Wilkow threw him outside. The Appalachian Mountain Monster took the tag on the australian after a very stiff exchange that left both him and Pierce dazed. After getting rid of the Revenant he focused on Manning who, seeing what happened to his opponent, wisely tagged himself out to a surprised Halsey. The Heartbreaker seemed reluctant about stepping in the ring against the fired up Wilkow. Devin Hearst’ right hand helped her overcoming her shyness by pulling her in the ring and slamming her to the mat. Amy Maynard: “I don’t know what Devin told Drew but I’ve never seen him this focused.” Sir Figgles: “I think the exact words were ‘This shit is boring, make me a mojito.” And by the look on the champion’s face, it’s really a good one.” Amy Maynard: “I heard that too… But I meant before the match..” Sir Figgles: “That’s a dumb question, Amy. How could I know, I wasn’t there..” Yes, the Riot Champion was actually sipping a cocktail on the apron, enjoying the sight of his goon destroying Halsey with a series of four consecutive powerslams. Deciding to contribute to the match, Devin raised his foot and rested it on the top turnbuckle, whistling at Wilkow who picked up Hayley and sent her face first against Hearst’ boot. The champ would’ve gladly gone back to his drink, if Wilkow didn’t congratulate him with a pat on his back, obviously considered as a tag by the referee. The disappointment was clear on his face as he stepped in, still insulting the apologizing Wilkow who left the ring. Not much changed for Hayley, overpowered by the Riot champion who went to work on her back with knee drops and applying a surfboard stretch. Amy Maynard: “People tends to forget it because these days he prefers a more direct, in-your-face style, but Devin is a damn fine technical wrestler.” And he was proving it tonight, applying now a camel clutch on the newest member of the Glorious Golden Era. Glory Braddock had seen enough and decided to intervene with a superkick to the champion’s face. This prompted an intervention from Andrew who quickly avenged his boss with a big boot. One by one, everyone made their presence felt. Helena with her Dalecarlian Horse on Wilkow, Manning with a lariat to behead the last Liberty champion, Henri Black avenging his sister in arms with a kick to the stomach and a brainbuster on The Man(ning) and Jenni with her Jinxy Jack (top rope flipping spinning leg lariat). She didn’t even have time to gloat as Hearst was back on his feet and launched her on the outside. The referee had his troubles trying to restore order and getting everyone out of the ring, and him distracted was an open invitation for the sneaky Halsey. She hit the Riot champion with a low blow and quickly rolled him up. The referee quickly started to count but Helena, who was still inside the ring, broke up the pinfall. Amy Maynard: “It’s going to be hard to score the pinfall with so many variables involved.” Still holding his crotch, Devin headed to the closer corner looking to tag out. Halsey tried to stop him and ate an elbow for her troubles. And while she was busy counting her teeth, the Champion tagged Jenni Anderson. The Queenpin entered the ring, but instead of charging at Hayley, she pointed her finger to Glory Braddock, saying that she didn’t have time to waste with the “Wal-Mart version of the Best In The World.” She only wanted the British Bombshell, and her wish was granted. The two women squared off and it was something the fans would be talking about for a long time. A great showing of technical ability, wrestling in its purest form. Long sequences of grappling, counters and reversals, perfectly executed suplexes. Both got near falls, Jenni with a bridging german, Glory with a northern lights. But either the opponent kicked out or someone broke the bridges. Either way, they were back to square one, just a tad more tired. Sir Figgles: “Hope you didn’t make plans for the night Amy, because I don’t see this ending anytime soon.” After another intense exchange, this time they traded kicks and punches, the two rivals were now both laying flat on their backs, in desperate need for a tag. Glory reached the closest corner, the one the Revenants were in and Helena took the tag. Jenni instead reached her partner who came in charging at Helena who took him down with a dropkick to the leg and followed up with a shining wizard. For some minutes Helena controlled the match with various chokes and holds aimed at wearing down the member of the Establishment. Pierce managed to power out and connect the hangman’s neckbreaker. Pierce’s backbreaker got him so close to the three that Jared Constable pulled at his hair when the referee said it was just a two. The tantrum he threw served as a distraction for Jenni to get back in and double team Helena, connecting a double knee backbreaker as Pierce powerbombed her. The referee turned around and, despite no tag being made, he let her make the cover, promptly interrupted by Henri who tried to convince the referee that Jenni shouldn’t be in the ring. Amy Maynard: “Poor ref..” Henri was verbally abusing the official and it certainly wasn’t helping him in this moment when the situation was once again getting out of hand. Hearst took advantage of his distraction to enter the ring and throw Anderson out, acting like he made the tag when, in reality, everybody saw he didn’t. But their protest fell on deaf ears, the young official was in a tizzy. Actually, he had completely lost control, constantly getting distracted by the attempted interference and missing all the irregular moves both Helena and Devin used to try get the upper hand on one another. When Devin hit The Comedown and made the cover, everyone and their mother entered the ring to make the save, resulting in a huge brawl. Everyone but Henri Black who maintained his calm and waited on the apron, showing an immense trust in his partner. And Helena repaid that trust when, while all hell was breaking loose around Devin and her, she blocked the champion’s evenflow ddt attempt digging her nails on his face, raking his eyes and making the tag. Before Hearst could recover his sight, Black floored him with the Black Sacrament, scoring a pinfall on the Riot Champion. WINNER: The Revenants BY: Pinfall (Black Sacrament), 20:27 |
Amy Maynard:
Henri Black just pinned the champion!
Sir Figgles:
May I point out that Devin never made the tag? I don't think this should count as a loss on the champ's record.
Amy Maynard:
Admittedly, things, got a bit hectic in the end, but nothing changes the fact that Black knocked Devin down for the one, two, three.
Sir Figgles:
In a match where the title was not on the line.. This doesn't change a damn thing.
Amy Maynard:
We'll see if the General Manager agrees with you, or if we just found our next contender. Anyway, time's up ladies and gentlemen. Riot will be back next Saturday, once again from the Enterprise Arena in Chicago. Don't forget to tune in Wednesday for Millennium...
Sir Figgles:
Nah, screw them. Riot is where it's at.
Amy Maynard:
...And never, ever listen to Figgles... Goodnight!
Henri Black just pinned the champion!
Sir Figgles:
May I point out that Devin never made the tag? I don't think this should count as a loss on the champ's record.
Amy Maynard:
Admittedly, things, got a bit hectic in the end, but nothing changes the fact that Black knocked Devin down for the one, two, three.
Sir Figgles:
In a match where the title was not on the line.. This doesn't change a damn thing.
Amy Maynard:
We'll see if the General Manager agrees with you, or if we just found our next contender. Anyway, time's up ladies and gentlemen. Riot will be back next Saturday, once again from the Enterprise Arena in Chicago. Don't forget to tune in Wednesday for Millennium...
Sir Figgles:
Nah, screw them. Riot is where it's at.
Amy Maynard:
...And never, ever listen to Figgles... Goodnight!