Post by gvb on May 22, 2020 4:16:08 GMT -6
Millennium LXII
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Wednesday, May 20th, 2020
There is an armchair set against the backdrop of rolling, endless space. A black-leather build of Victorian design, the chair sits, back to the viewing audience, as if the vast nothingness of the universe were as solid as unshaking earth. Around this chair are dozens upon dozens of television sets spanning in age from the most cutting-edge monitor, back to the first days of the device. They sizzle and pop with static, but in a moment, snap to lie as each screen is taken over by a single, unblinking eye that frantically searches the abyss around it before settling in a piercing stare into the camera. A black blazer-clad arm extends from the seat of the chair, tapping the silver tip of the cane clenched in its hand down onto the “floor” with an echo that travels forever, but soon moves beyond local hearing.
??:
Why you, Mr. Hjalmar? From my observation, you may not be the type of person to be as interested in questions of “why” over “who”, but allow me a moment to elaborate. You are a terrible person. A grim reminder of how easily man can degenerate into beasts of their own conceit with just a little …
With a flick of the wrist, the unknown speaker sends their cane down to the “floor” with a clatter, before a snap of their fingers sends the object flying back up and, once again, into their grasp.
??:
Push. Far be it from me to critique! No, Mr. Hjalmar, or rather, Mr. Kanensson, I do not look down to your ego; I’ve been known to have a high-opinion of myself, nor have I singled you out for your underhanded tactics and general skullduggery. I’ve chosen you because you’re sloppy. You lack the genuine spark of villainy that could take you from just another promise, to an absolute reality. Millennium Wrestling Enterprise is saturated with ne’er-do-wells and scoundrels. It’s a shame none of them are any bloody good at it. Constantines, Storms, Golden Eras, Pale Bloods, and Problem Solvers, you all lack the class and elegance a true villain needs to match your hatred and ego, and I intend to fix that starting with you, Mr. Hjalmar. I will expose every hole in your plan of attack and all punctures in your armour. I will show you how mighty you can be by forcing your eye to your every weakness. How, you may ask? By exploiting them.
Each eye narrows, buzzing in-place as if the dozens of unseen faces were all in a fit of laughter.
??:
You will be my cardinal work. The cornerstone piece of my exhibition on the art of the antagonist, because I know exactly who you are. I know exactly what it means to turn your back on family and ascend to greater things, and while I pulled the cosmos themself from my chest on my own, there is so much trapped in you that you could never hope to exhume without my help. We will make you perfect, but first we must dissect you. I cannot promise the procedure will be painless. Quite the contrary, really. What I can do, as you’ve asked so politely, is begin the operation. So let it begin … tonight. You have one chance against Mr. Kross to prove me wrong. Should you fail, well, they say the first cut is always the deepest, afterall. Make it a good show, Mr. Hjalmar, and do keep in-mind …
Then there was darkness and the shrill multitude of voices stuck in a place of both whispers and screams.
??:
I see you …...
Tag Team Match
The HooligunnZ VS Strip Search
Fresh off their huge win at Dark Web II where they beat Jetpack and The Steeles, the HooligunnZ looked pumped up to keep their momentum going and climb the rankings of the tag division toward that historic second reign. Zoe Rian and Kiernan Santos might be new to the game, but they already proved what they are capable of, shocking the world with that win in the first night of Dark Web II against the team of Enforcer and Vin Halstead. The match started with Trey talking to Kiernan, complimenting her for the recent performance and offering a handshake.Zoe advised her partner against it but Santos believed the good will and sportsmanship of the former MWE Tag Team champion and extended her hand toward him. Obviously Trey pulled away at the last moment and went for an eye rake. With the opponent momentarily blinded, the Father Of Finesse easily landed one of his fast kicking combinations, starting with one to the left leg, one to the midsection that double her over and one to the chest, forcing her back to a vertical position and a jump reverse hook kick to floor the former cop. Cole made the cover but he only got a two. The former MWE tag team champions controlled the first part of the match effortlessly with quick tags and an even faster offense offense. When Spectre bounced off the rope for his Archer Approved (springboard cutter), his partner made the tag and climbed on the top rope, jumping on Kiernan with a 450 splash getting a two only because of Zoe’s quick save. As the minutes went by they became self-indulgent and lowered their guard, offering Kiernan a golden opportunity to make a comeback. And Santos didn’t waste it, hitting Cole with some quick martial arts combo, probably heritage of her past as a law enforcer. A flawless and quick combination ended with an elbow to the face that floored the former champion and opened the way to her corner where Zoe was eagerly awaiting for the tag. And when she finally got it, she immediately took down the Father Of FInesse with a springboard clothesline, getting back to her feet with a kip up and hitting a yakuza kick on Spectre. Trey tried to attack from behind but Rian swung her leg backward and hit him with a reverse side kick to the stomach, doubling him over and setting him up for a scissor kick. Cole was down and a fired up Zoe left the ring to connect with the Air Dance. Spectre grabbed her foot to stop her, receiving a kick to the face from Zoe and a clothesline from her partner who didn’t appreciate his interference and left him laid out on the floor. Finally Zoe went for her springboard shooting star press, but Cole caught her in mid air with a codebreaker, hooking the legs for a deep cover that Santos broke up. As the match was drawing close to an end, the HooligunnZ were back in control. Their experience and some dirty tricks helped them turning the tides after Kiernan went close to the three with her A.D.W. a roundhouse kick at the end of a quick flurry of strikes on Spectre. Once again the former cop found herself in a rough spot, barely surviving the Full Death Experience (double wristlock knee strike) The HooligunnZ then called for their finishing move, the More Fang For You’re Fucked, but something went wrong during its execution. Namely ZoZo shaking the ropes when Spectre, the legal man, was going for the final double jump phoenix splash, causing the Master Of The Die Fly style to lose balance and fall inside the ring. Cole made her pay and took her (and himself) out with a plancha to the outside, leaving the two legal competitors alone in the ring. Zoe was up first and wasted no time to knee the opponent in the face with her 11-41, wisely dragging him away from the ropes and making the cover for the 1, 2, 3. WINNER: Strip Search BY: Pinfall (11-41), 12:28 |
We see what appears to be an image of a stereotypical pirate captain with a parrot on its shoulder. You know the one from Spongebob? Yeah, that’s it. And just like in typical Spongebob introductory fashion the portrait begins to speak…
Pirate:
Are you ready, kids?
Kimberly Williams from off Screen:
Aye, aye, captain!
Pirate:
I can’t heeeeeeear yoooooou!
Kimberly Williams from off Screen
Aye, aye, captain!
And just as suddenly as that happened, the portrait fades away. We fade back into a new scene. Now we are aboard the Starship Enterprise. Kimberly Williams, dressed in a red and black Star Trek: Next Generation starfleet uniform is sitting in the captain’s chair.
Captain Jean Luc PicKimberly Williams:
Captain’s Log, 5892-Guacamole with cheese...sorry, that’s what I had for lunch today...anyway, we are approaching the Chicago system where we are to confront a race of beings known as The Douchebags led by Supreme Asshole Gavin Grimes…NUMBER ONE! Where the hell are you?! Number one?!
Jessica Lasiewicz from off Screen:
I told you I would either film this nonsense or I would be your Commander Riker but I would not do both.
Captain Jean Luc PicKimberly Williams:
But you’re my half-sister whom I love!
Jessica Lasiewicz from off Screen:
Yeah? Well I don’t love you that much.
Captain Jean Luc PicKimberly Williams:
Crap…
The scene fades out yet again. This time we fade back in and it’s just Kimberly Williams standing there in front of an MWE Millennium logo backdrop. Her HKW Bloodlust Championship is wrapped around her lovely waist.
Kimberly Williams:
Now I can be fun and games, but when the time comes to be serious, when the time comes to put up or shut up, then you had better believe that I will be as serious as a heart attack and just as deadly. Now obviously Captain Douche thinks this is gonna be an easy night for him. You know who he reminds me of? He reminds me of every single person who has ever doubted me. Let’s do some history, Gavin, if that is within the realm of possibility for someone as feeble minded as you. In SCW a stuck up bitch named Bree Lancaster thought I was nothing but a hardcore fighter, a brawler, a straight up psychopath who she could outwit with ease. But I OUT-STRATEGIZED her, OUT-THOUGHT her, and OUT-WRESTLED her to become the SCW United States Champion. In HKW Underground Ruby Tyler thought I was just another run of the mill psychopath, a carbon copy of every other Harley Quinn reject were her words. I took her words and shoved them down her throat, right after I drove my knee into her skull and took the Bloodlust Championship away from her. So what does this history lesson mean, Gavin?
The Woman Scorned pauses for a brief moment, to allow Grimes and anyone else who may be listening the time to ponder the question.
Kimberly Williams:
If you underestimate me...I take something away from you. Now you seem to think this match is going to be just a walk in the park, am I right? Easy work. Those were your words. Your words…
She chuckles and shakes her head.
Kimberly Williams:
...you know what? I think Gavin is just reading off the same fucking script that the rest of his self-absorbed dickish friends read from! The same script that Ruby and Bree before him read from. You lot think the same way, that your shit doesn’t stink, that you are the end all be all and whoever is staring across the ring from you doesn’t deserve any respect whatsoever. But you know what? That’s fine. I’ve gone my entire life having to FORCE people to respect me. I have gone my entire life MAKING PEOPLE RESPECT ME by kicking the ever living crap out of them. Now you think this is just going to be some easy match for you?
She smirks nastily, with an evil glint in her eyes.
Kimberly Williams:
I have news for you, buddy. You are not going to just advance through to the next round of this briefcase tournament without breaking a sweat like you think. Oh no, no, no...if you want that briefcase, or better yet if you just want to beat ME tonight you are going to have to walk through hell barefoot, because tonight, CAPTAIN, you’re going to get your ass kicked by this lowly, inferior, little peon. Your captaincy will be gone after I’ve exposed you and humbled you here tonight.
Williams winks at the camera.
Kimberly Williams:
See you in the ring, Captain...
Battle For The Briefcase Match
Round One: Singles
Kimberly Williams VS Gavin GrimesRound One: Singles
Despite the huge loss suffered at Dark Web II against Anastasia Starling, Gavin Grimes seemed to like his chances to advance, despite his opponent being far from a pushover. The current Underground Bloodlust champion impressed in the opening moments, grounding Grimes with a headlock takedown and trying to keep control of the pace of the match. An unexpected approach if you will, but it showed that the Woman Scorned was much more than an hardcore wrestler, successfully frustrating every attempt Gavin made to find his footing in this match, keeping him on the mat. At ringside the Blackbird kept cheering on her husband, almost guiding him until he finally broke free from the Wildcard’s grasp, shoving her against the ropes and jumping with a leg lariat to take her down. There was clearly a lot of pent-up aggression in Grimes, and he was taking it out tonight, ruthlessly attacking Kim in the corner with kicks and elbows, even trying to choke her on the ropes. To end the sequence, Gavin hit his corner shining wizard and made the cover, but Kimberly kicked out. After a hotly contested central phase where Williams almost scored the decisive pinfall with the Morrigan’s Wrath superkick to counter Grimes’ crossbody and Gavin tried to get away with murder with a Roll Up Of Doom with a handful of tights that the referee spotted just before counting the three, the two met once again in the centre of the ring in a heated exchange of punches and kicks. And since for both of them the rulebook was more of a collection of advices rather than something to follow strictly, forbidden blows were quite common. Eye rakes, ropes breaks ignored and even a blatant interference from Sarah who literally grabbed Williams’ right foot while she was ready to jump off the top turnbuckle with her Chaos Theory, buying Gavin some precious time that allowed the Captain to connect a top rope belly to belly suplex. The referee was still arguing with Sarah and this gave the Woman Scorned precious time to recover and kick out. Both Gavin and his wife were pissed, at the referee screaming at him to do his damn job. The young official had had enough and ejected Sarah from ringside, getting surrounded by the Grimes as soon as he did. In the midst of this chaos, Kimberly low blowed and rolled up Gavin, who miraculously raised a shoulder in time. Gavin crawled to the corner and used the ropes to get up to a vertical basis, taking a moment to recover against the turnbuckle. But Kim wasn’t giving him the chance, charging for her Shadowblade (running knee). Grimes was in a much better shape than he was showing, quickly moving out of the way. Williams’ knee impacted hard against the corner leaving her laid down clutching the leg in pain. Right under the corner, perfectly positioned for the King’s Splash that gave Gavin the win. WINNER: Gavin Grimes BY: Pinfall (King’s Splash), 11:10 |
Alexander Lyndon:
“In a world full of egotistical wanna be psychopaths… you reign supreme.”
The scene opens up with a man wearing cargo pants and military black boots. The long caramel hair of this man flows over his head as he looks down with his arms extended over his legs. He seems to be sitting where fans should be, but aren’t.
Alexander Lyndon:
That’s what you want to hear; isn’t it? You want to KNOW you’re superior to everyone else. That you alone stand at the tippy top of the mountain and no one can touch you. Everyone else in the world annoys you; you’re just god amongst men and someone might feel your wrath…
The man lets out a light chuckle, that in this empty arena seemed to echo around a bit giving it an ominous air. Still looking down towards the floor, with his arms over his legs; he continues to speak.
Alexander Lyndon:
The rich girl might look at us and think that we’re one and the same. Maybe that’s why she put you as my first dance partner here. Maybe… she thinks you can unleash all your anger, your angst, your anguish and extinguish the flame that has been burning inside the log cabin for as long as it has. She chose well; as I knew she would… but there’s one problem…
Finally this man raises his head, running his right hand over his head to clear his face and reveal a face she knew already, but thought lost to the ages… Alexander Lyndon. The Dead Soul smirked at the camera, it has been a while since he stood in front of a camera for a wrestling promotion. Everything came back to him and he let out a smile, that considering the man wielding it… felt more like a threat than anything else.
Alexander Lyndon:
You are no psychopath. You are not a monster. You pretend to be one because you want people to fear you… because you know, there’s no other reason to do so. You desire the same thing THEY do. You want fame, fortune, riches, glory… you’re not in this for what you claim to be in this. You’re nothing more than a frightened kid who locked himself inside a tough shell wanting some attention. Yet, when you get the attention you so crave… you hide inside the shell like a turtle.
You want what THEY have… go ahead… take it. It is yours by destiny. You have fun hurting people… don’t you? Go ahead… DO IT!
Lyndon’s face just turned bright red from that last shout, the veins on his neck want to burst out and his eyes… they are the eyes of a possessed man. After a couple of seconds he hangs his head and looks to the right side. Now, with a calmer voice, he continued.
Alexander Lyndon:
“But you won’t… you’re just as happy as every other man or woman in this roster waiting their turn in the russian roulette she has been playing with all of you. You’re nothing more than a puppet… Joey. You think yourself the master, but fail to see the strings on you. I will cut them down as I will cut HER strings out. I’ll let you out of the shell and make you realize the mistakes in your way because YOU don’t take… YOU wait…. I don’t. Leclair… I hope you’re a good dancing partner; for tonight we tango.”
AOV by Slipknot begins playing throughout the arena as Joey Leclair steps through the curtains now sporting his newly won Chicago Way Championship around his waist as he stops at the top of the ramp to take in the atmosphere of the arena before making his descent down the ramp to ringside where he circles the ring grabbing a microphone from the announcers desk before sliding into the ring, and standing in the center of it turning his attention to the hard camera,
Joey Leclair:
No one watching from their couches at home believed that Kenzie Garret was going to lose the Chicago Way Championship, and no one in the locker room thought she would lose either, but I stand here before you shocking the world, and yes I mean shocking the world! You don’t think I hear the locker room talk? The whispers on the streets? Well I do, and I know that to the majority of you that I am a nobody who is just dominate because of luck, and you probably thought that it wouldn’t last, that when I finally got a shot against a well known superstar, a fan favorite? That my push would end and that the world would see that I am not a dangerous man like the announcers would have you believe, and that I am not the Death Dealer but just a phony with a catchy nickname right?
Joey gets a sly smirk on his face.
Joey Leclair:
I am sorry to tell you that your fantasies are a lie, and that your fairy tale endings will never come true as long as I am here, because I am a heartbreak, a dream crusher, and I proved everyone wrong when I knocked Kenzie Garrett the fuck out, and stepped out the match your new Chicago Way Champion!
Joey reaches behind his back with his left hand, and unhooks the Chicago Way Championship, and holds it high into the air allowing the world to take in the sight before laying it across his shoulder.
Joey Leclair:
Fear not though, because there is a good message that has come from this, and that is the fact that hard work does pay off people! It has been four years since I last held a championship, and that can do bad things to an individual? To a normal person that can discourage, and break them, and allow feelings of doubt, and thoughts of maybe your passed your prime, and just can’t hang with the current generation any longer, and I would be lying if those thoughts didn’t cross my mind, because they did! But I turned those negative thoughts, and feelings into motivation, and constantly kept working on bettering myself, and never giving up, and now four years later I have seen results proven by the fact that I am standing here your new Chicago Way Champion, and you better believe that I am going to keep a chokehold on this championship, because I am never letting it go, and if anyone steps up? I dare them to, because no matter who comes after it? They are all going to get shut up just like Reymond Reznick, and just like Kenzie Garrett. So Millennium Wrestling Entertainment? Send me your very best talent so I can add them to the the injured reserve list, and that is not a threat, but a promise.
Joey drops the mic, and slides out of the ring heading up the ramp, and turns facing the ring, and grips both ends of the belt and thrusts it over his head holding it high as a barrage of pyro is set off, and as soon as the pyro’s end Joey lays the championship across his left shoulder, and waits for his opponent.
Singles Match
Alexander Lyndon VS Joey LeclairA ghost from the past, Alexander Lyndon, was an old foe of Grace van Beek from her time back in Johannesburg City Pro. Tonight the Dead Soul made his debut against the new Chicago Way Champion Joey Leclair, the two of them wasting no time to clash in the centre of the ring and began throwing hard punches to one another. Leclair had proved it time and time again that he could hold his own with some of the best brawlers in MWE, and yet he didn’t stand a chance against Lyndon who easily got the best out of the Death Dealer, forcing him back against the ropes. Leclair reversed the irish whip attempt and tried to catch Alexander with a clothesline, ducked by the newcomer who hit the ropes one more time and came back with a running crossbody. Lyndon reinforced the message with a running knee drop, staying on the attack as he pulled Joey back to his feet and, after a couple of uppercuts, lifted him upside down for a vertical suplex. Joey wasn’t going down without a fight and turned the tables with a sling blade followed by a series of furious stomps. Lyndon managed to grab the champion’s foot and take him down, moving on top of him to hammer his face with a flurry of punches, but Leclair caught him in a triangle choke. Lyndon’s reaction was immediate as he showed once again his impressive strength lifting the Death Dealer and powerbombing him to the mat. Leclair quickly rolled under the bottom rope to escape the possible pinfall, trying to recover on the apron. Alex tried to drag him back but he ended up on the apron as well and, after a quick fight, got dropped on his head by a brainbuster from Joey. Outside the ring the Chicago Way champion was in his element, free to use the surroundings as torture devices to punish Lyndon. The Chicago Way champion took a couple of extra turns sliding inside the ring to interrupt the count and right back out to smack the Dead Soul’s head on the steps. Lyndon wasn’t playing the role of the helpless victim though, fighting back and even planting Leclair head first on the floor with a piledriver. When he tried to drag Joey back in the ring, the Florida born once again turned the tides with an elbow to the stomach and smashed his head on the apron, pushing him under the bottom rope. Still dizzy, Joey climbed on the apron ready to get back in the ring but from out of nowhere came Vin Halstead, sliding between his legs and powerbombing him on the floor, ending the match with a disqualification. WINNER: Joey Leclair BY: DQ, 7:11 |
Roderick was seen tapping up his wrist as a reporter walked into his locker room. Roderick was still trying to recover from his first loss in Millennium. He looked up and shook his head.
“The Dublin Messiah” Roderick Kross:
What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy preparing for my match?
Iggy Keane:
I’m sorry, I just wanted to get your thoughts on your match tonight and being left out of the Battle for the Briefcase tournament?
Roderick got annoyed and stood up.
“The Dublin Messiah” Roderick Kross:
Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me. If the company doesn’t think I’m ready then that’s on them. I need to remain focused and push forward towards my next match. As for my match, Freddie Hjalmar you better be prepared for what’s to come. This match is very important. This is my chance to get back on track and prove my message to the masses isn’t just falling on death ears.
I know this is going to be a tough matchup but I am confident in my abilities inside that ring and I will prove why I’m one of the bright stars in this business.
Roderick nods and walks by the reporter and heads towards the ring.
Singles Match
Roderick Kross VS Freddie HjalmarHjalmar looked nervous as he walked down the ramp, his eyes scanning all around looking for any sign of that man that has been harassing and watching you since his debut a month ago. And even after the opening bell, his attention remained divided between Kross inside the ring and the potential threat looming in the darkness. The Dublin Messiah took advantage and blasted him with a forearm to the jaw and sent him against the ropes with an irish whip, catching him with a dropkick to the face. One of Kross strongest suits was the ability of controlling the pace of the match, and that early advantage allowed him to do so even against a much more experienced and accomplished opponent, putting pressure on his back with a surfboard stretch. Not exactly a good start for the undefeated former Underground North American champion, who needed to take a break on the outside after Kross hit the Limitless Faith. The rookie followed him outside, falling right into Hjalmar’s trap. An eye rake before driving him head first against the steel post and the tables turned. Freddie entered the ring and asked the official to make the count, using the time to recover. Roderick entered the ring once again, but the Promised was waiting for him with a kick to the side of the head and a rope hung ddt, making the cover for the first of many two counts to keep pressure both on the Dublin Messiah and the official, who got yelled and accused to be too slow in more than one occasion. Another near fall came after the spinning roundhouse kick, this one so close that Freddie’s complaint almost seemed justified. And while arguing with the official, the Promised spotted the eye watching from the tron. A distraction that allowed Roderick to connect a superkick to send Freddie over the top rope and follow with a baseball slide, This time it was the Dubliners who exploited the ringside area to his advantage with an Inferno Water on the outside. Trying to capitalize on it, he rolled the opponent back in the ring and made the cover but he only got a two count out of it. Kross then looked to apply the Blackout camel clutch but Freddie slipped away before he could apply the submission, quickly getting back on his feet and meeting RK with a roaring elbow that stunned him. A hard kick to the back of the leg dropped Roderick on his knees, setting him up for the hurricanrana driver. Hjalmar flaunted that cocky grin, looking up at the eye on the tron as he grabbed his opponent by the hair and dragged him to his knees. “Watch this.” He said as he hit the ropes and knocked Kross out with the Thorn bicycle knee. WINNER: Freddie Hjalmar BY: Pinfall (The Thorn), 10:41 |
Millennium cuts to some pre-recorded footage that features Victoria Salinas standing in front of two doors, deep in thought. The door on the left is broken down, looking like it’s about to fall off its hinges and showing a decaying perimeter around the door and signs that the lock doesn’t work anymore. The door on the right is brand new, completely untouched, a fresh coat of paint. It’s as if the door has never been used at all. Victoria takes a deep breath while she reflects and begins to express her thoughts.
Victoria Salinas:
Dark Web… it didn’t go how I wanted it to go. I think that goes without saying. Now? I’m facing the Briefcase tournament that I walked into this company with last year. I’m torn on how to feel about this. I have two sides battling it out inside of me. I have one side of me that wants to call “bullshit”, that sees this “Battle for the Briefcase” tournament as ‘you’re starting over and you’re out of the world title picture now’, that’s trying to tell me that I’m worthless as a result of it and that’s driving me to push harder, that REALLY wants to speak out and to try to say that I deserve better than this… and that side is always going to be inside of me… hell… in every single one of us… in one way or another. The way you overcome it is how you control it. Then I got the other side of me, the more realistic side… telling me that I need this for a fresh start, that I’m moving toward a new phase in my career and that all of the hurt and the heartache from the past needs to be purged from my soul, that if I win this tournament, I can have whatever I want… and I can earn the MWE World Championship this way should I win the tournament…
It’s the fresh door on the right that I’ve never walked through because I’ve never noticed that it’s there. I’ve always walked through the beaten, broken door on the left. I’m not going to lie, both sides of the coin have their points. There is a part of me that really wants to resist “starting over”... but then on the other hand… the last time I walked through that beaten, broken door? Humiliation happened… and that was with Grace and APE and everything that went down…
Then there’s you, BROOKFORD… these two doors represent how I need to see this match against you…
Do I look at this as a chance at revenge for what happened a few months ago? Do I go into this match with all the heart in the world, carrying all of that anger with me from when you screwed me out of the title… taking the money from APE in the process… being as determined as possible to get this revenge on you just so I can feel better about what’s happened to me lately? Just so I can put that humiliating night when we were supposed to face off in my rear view mirror? I walk through that beaten door… and that’s what I do. That’s what I make this match all about. I’ve always gone with my heart. My heart and my passion for what I do is what has carried me through all these years…
Victoria walks to that beaten door, indicating that she’s about to walk through it.
Victoria Salinas:
Every single match… every single moment… good or bad… I’ve taken it to heart. I’ve taken it personal. When I first broke into this business, I just wanted to make it mainstream and do my best. Then, fourteen months in, I won my first world championship and just “making it” wasn’t good enough for me anymore. From the very moment I let the fame of the business get to my head… from the moment “vainglorious” rose to the surface… I defined my happiness based on whether or not I was world champion… and whether or not I was in the title picture. If I wasn’t… then I’d feel like a piece of shit. I’d torture myself for failing to meet expectations… and I’ve made that horrible mistake MANY times over of that bar for myself being too high… using this business as a way to compensate for my own doubts and shortcomings…
Well guess what?
I’m done.
Victoria opens the broken door but tears it off its hinges and takes one swing with the door against the wall, breaking it and leaving it split in two before walking to the fresh, never opened door.
Victoria Salinas:
I’m going to take this tournament opportunity and I’m going to FORGET about what happened last year. It’s a new start for me. I’m going to use this as an opportunity to get to where I want to be in this company. I’m NOT going to base my goals in this tournament over what happened last year. I’m NOT going to use that heartbreaker of a loss to Kelcey Spencer last year to fuel my motivations because if I do that… I’m only hurting myself. Heart and passion goes a long way in this business, but it’s time I started to focus on strengthening my psyche and boosting my self-esteem all while discovering the woman I’m destined to be in this world and I KNOW that I WILL be a world champion here and if I HAVE to go through this tournament to make that happen, so be it!
So what does this mean for YOU, Brookford?
It means that I’m NOT using this match for “revenge”. It means that I’m NOT using this match to get even with you. It means that I am taking all of the personal aspects of this match completely OUT of it so I can focus on the task at hand. I’m treating you as just another opponent and I don’t mean that in the Bethany Driver burial sense either… I mean it as that you’re business for me and nothing but business. Maybe revenge would feel sweet… but that’s not even CLOSE to why I’m fighting this match. I’m TIRED of feeling sorry for myself, I’m TIRED of treating myself like shit just because I’m placing too high of expectations on myself, I’m TIRED of having my heart broken… and Dark Web is the LAST time I am EVER going to let ANYTHING wrestling related break my heart and spirit again! This match for me is NOT about what you did to me… it’s NOT about avenging any humiliation Grace put me through… it’s about being a fighter and proving to myself that I can do this… that I can climb the ladder against all odds and have my moment, my time, that MWE World Championship without any of this “vainglorious” crap that I’ve defined myself by for almost a decade.
It’s not personal for me BROOKFORD… sorry to burst that bubble! It’s business… it’s doing what needs to be done for me. You’re just part of my journey… one way or another… and to me, that’s all I’m treating you as.
Victoria takes a deep, confident breath as she walks through the door on the right for the first time, further showcasing what appears to be a new side of her that’s growing up and learning how to separate her head from heart as the scene fades out.
Tag Team Match
BreeTee Committee VS Jetpack
A great match between two of the best tag teams in MWE and in the business, former champions nonetheless. Their paths crossed multiple times in the past, and they knew each other oh so well. Teagan and Penny delighted the audience watching at home with a technical exchange, showing their ability when it comes to the the grappling aspect. At the end of it, Penny had Gallagher in a waistlock and hit a first german suplex, keeping the waist lock for a second one. The third attempt instead was blocked by the irish born, who broke free with a standing switch and hit PenPen with a snap german suplex of her own. The two women got back to their feet at the same time, smiling at one another and nodding in respect before they both made the tag to their partners. Jet and Bree, speed and agility against power. The blonde girl imposed her physicality at first, tossing Blanchard around with an array of suplexes and her trademark backbreaker reps for a total of three before launching him behind her back with a fallaway slam. Jet managed to block a german suplex and move behind Bree’s back catching her with a waistlock and pushing against the ropes, trying to pin her with an O’Connor roll for a count of two. He was immediately back on his feet and charging at Bree with a shining wizard, making another cover after a springboard moonsault obtaining the exact same result as before. As the match drew to its conclusion both teams showed that chemistry that brought them to the top of the division. The BreeTee performed their sandwich piledriver on Jet, and Penny made the save. A couple of minutes and the first ever MWE tag champions got close to the win with their May We All (argentine rack/neckbreaker) but Bree kicked out in time. Bree and Jet were now the legal competitors, and Blanchard looked in control, leaving no room to breath to his opponent with his quick attacks and almost getting the job done with a cutter. Things took a drastic turn when he was caught by a spinebuster from Smith, who made the tag to her partner and let her climb to her shoulders, from where Teagan jumped with her Tee For Two 630 senton, finding nobody home. Jet in fact rolled out of the way and quickly pushed Bree out of the ring. He then tagged Penny and went onto the apron for his springboard lariat followed by a spinning elbow drop from Kaplan. Lift Kit, and that’s all she wrote. WINNER: Jetpack BY: Pinfall (Lift Kit), 15:10 |
The camera quickly catches up to Freddie Hjalmar who, dressed in his rather ornate golden robe, is walking through the hallways of the Enterprise Arena at a noticeably quickened pace. He flips his hair out of his face, quickly grabbing a stagehand happening by.
Freddie Hjalmar:
Get my bag! Get my fucking bag! Bring it to the car!
The Promised pushes the nodding stagehand out of the shot, though he quickly reappears to run past Freddie, presumably towards the locker room before the camera catches up to Freddie. Hjalmar notices the cameraman/interviewer, though nevertheless he continues to walk at that same quickened pace. He turns his head slightly whilst hustling down towards the parking lot, the camera catching a glimpse of his face as he speaks.
Freddie Hjalmar:
If you can keep up with me, you can talk to me.
Cameraman:
That’s fair. Freddie, I assume you got a chance to see the statements made by whoever’s been...watching you these past few weeks. Did you have any thoughts?
Freddie shakes his head dismissively, scoffing as he does so. He pushes open a door, somewhat angrily before responding.
Freddie Hjalmar:
Of course I saw it, you blithering idiot. He uses my family’s name, the name I purposely left behind me so that I can grow and he thinks he knows me because of it. This guy thinks he understands how I think, my motivations, my goals? He wants to help me, he wants me to prove my worth to HIM?
Growing increasingly angry and frustrated, the tone evident in his voice, he stops, turning to the cameraman. The pair now standing in front of several monitors with people backstage watching the show, Freddie takes a deep breath before he continues, calming himself.
Freddie Hjalmar:
Whoever is playing these games has absolutely no idea who The Promised Freddie Hjalmar is, and the fact that he behaves as if he does is not just infuriating, but plain insulting. An insult that won’t go without a fitting punishment. When he reveals himself...if he ever has the gusto to reveal himself to me, I’m going to take those fucking eyes from his small little head. Then we’ll see if he looks upon anything ever ag--
Stopped in his tracks, the monitors backstage begin to flicker, an eye appearing on each. Staring straight ahead at first, begin to move until they are each gazing directly at Freddie Hjalmar, now utterly frozen in fear. He begins to take a few petrified steps backwards, until in unison...
??:
We see you .....
A terrified Freddie Hjalmar lunges forward, snatching the camera from the cameraman’s shoulder and hurling it at the monitors, rendering some completely broken whilst the others simply flicker back to normal. A still alarmed Freddie grabs the cameraman, seen by another camera from down the hallway, pulling him in close.
Freddie Hjalmar:
Go and help that stupid little grunt find my bag! I’ll be hid-...waiting, I’ll be waiting in my car! NOW!
Much like the stagehand, Freddie pushes the cameraman away from him, The Promised quickly spinning on his heels, retreating towards the parking lot as the scene fades.
Battle For The Briefcase Match
Round One: Singles
Liv Mercer VS Neal DurdenRound One: Singles
Liv took on an early lead, taking the Anarchist down with an arm drag and keeping him on the canvas with some basic holds to the arm. Neal was able to wiggle free and get back to his feet, pushing the opponent against the ropes but Mercer was one step ahead and jumped on the middle rope to connect a springboard arm drag. And we were back to square one, the two competitors fighting for position on the mat, digging deep in their repertoire of holds and counters to outmaneuver the opponent. And at the end of this technical exchange it was Neal who came out on top, twisting Liv’s arm. The former Riot champion didn’t give up, struggling and trying to find a way to counter it, eventually managing to transition into a hammerlock and dropping Neal on his head with a ddt. The Welsh kicked out in two from the following cover attempt and the match continued, shifting from a mat based contest to the festival of suplexes, reaching his peak when Durden connected a northern lights and rolled through to hit a second one. this time with a bridge for a two count. Liv Mercer had her chances to win the match, coming real close to the three with a straightjacket neckbreaker slam. Her manager and boyfriend Oz Dalton helped her keeping control with some timely distractions whenever Neal seemed on the verge to regain control. And after his sitout scoop slam piledriver, Oz was the one putting Liv’s foot under the bottom rope, saving her from the possible capitulation. The referee didn’t see but Durden did and had a few words with Dalton, turning his back on the opponent who caught him with a schoolboy and rolled through to kick him on the side of the head. The Anarchist was down and the former Riot and Junior Heavyweight champion moved in position for her Liv Lock, wrapping her legs around Neal’s head and trying to submit him. He fought and squirmed, trying to break free from this tight grasp, unsuccessfully. He even desperately tried to punch her legs but she resisted, squeezing her legs even more tight. Neal felt his forces abandoning, but with one last ounce of energy he managed to drag himself and reach the ropes with his foot. They were both back on their feet, Neal trying to catch his breath after the choke while Liv charged at him. Instinctively he countered the running opponent with a flapjack on the top rope, stunning Mercer and quickly setting her up for his Strike Back (vertebreaker) picking up a hard fought victory. WINNER: Neal Durden BY: Pinfall (Strike Back), 13:31 |
No special setting. Dark room. All we see is BROOKFORD’s face looking chipper? The audience is not misinterpreting a thing. BROOKFORD has a more than jovial expression on his mug.
BROOKFORD:
“Well. Well. Well. Look at what we have here, another shot to secure a briefcase that gives me the power to hold someones destiny in my hand. Can’t put into words how excited I’m feeling. For those living under a rock, I became the HKW Dynasty Champion using the Golden Purge contract. Show stealing performance if I do say so myself. And I do say so, obviously.”
BROOKFORD half smirks.
BROOKFORD:
“Enough of that. Lets get to the meat and potatoes. Vicky… you got a lot of fans. I was checking my mentions on Twitter, your people kept asking me what amounts to the same question, how am I going to deal with a fired up Victoria Sailnas. We were supposed to clash the Millennium after I robbed you of a chance to become MWE Champion. We are not that far removed from you coming up short yet again to capture the MWE Championship. One would assume you are going to be doubly fired up. World Title number six is off in the horizon, winning this tournament gives you the power to make all your dreams come true. Would make a nice fairy tale to redeem yourself after all the setbacks.”
“So how am I gonna deal with the mood you are bound to be in? Not rocket science, people, I am coming into this match just like every other one I have been in for over a year. Same aim; to choke my opponent out. To be in the moment as the air escapes Vicky’s lungs. Being a five time World Champion doesn’t protect you from temporarily watching your life flash before your eyes. I’m bigger. Stronger. Faster than you expect a man my size to be. I am pretty damn durable. As close to unkillable as they come. Search your heart Victoria, you know what I am saying to be true.”
“You can’t deny the roll I have been on in two companies. Take who I’ve faced in MWE. No one has been able to put me down. How can you possibly expect to be the one to change the tide? Short answer, you can’t, Victoria. Not like you are the same destroyer of worlds you were in that other company we share in common. MWE hasn’t been your playground like you thought. Is it getting to you, Vic? Bothered that you aren’t Queen of the World? I am dominating two companies at one time. Hottest I’ve ever been. Not bragging if it’s the truth. I don’t sweet you at all. Bring your fire. Unleash all your vainglorious fury. Look on the bright side---”
BROOKFORD callously smirks.
BROOKFORD:
“—going out in round one is better than making it to the finals to come up short. I am going to spare your ego that much. Don’t say I am not a nice guy when I want to be, us GCW alumi have to stick together right?”
BROOKFORD winks. With that, the scene fades to black.
Battle For The Briefcase Match
Round One: Singles
Victoria Salinas VS BROOKFORDRound One: Singles
It took her longer than she would have hoped, but eventually Victoria Salinas got her shot at the man who costed her the title back at Down Under the mercenary known as BROOKFORD. And the former number one contender didn’t go easy on him. starting off aggressively with a barrage of punches and kicks that took the big man off guard. Blown away by the unexpected start of the opponent, BROOKFORD found himself at the ropes, something that doesn’t happen him too often. Vicky wasn’t giving him any room to breath, despite the referee request to let go, wearing down the Problem Solver with a series of knee strikes to the guts. She finally stopped her onslaught, trying to whip the bigger opponent against the ropes but BROOKFORD relied on his greater strength to easily counter it and simply knocking Salinas down with a shoulder tackle. He then took a run to the ropes, bouncing back with a running lariat that would have turned the former number one contender inside out if she wasn’t quick to duck it. Just as swiftly she charged at him and tried to lock her Vainglorious VIctory but the big man had it scouted and dropped her down with a sort of death valley driver. Halfway through the match the current Underground Dynasty champion was firmly in control, showing off his arsenal of power moves trying to keep down the tenacious Victoria. But no matter what he threw at her, she kept kicking out. From the brainbuster, the spinebuster and the spinning side slam. BROOKFORD kept flaunting a covetable calm when most would have begun showing signs of frustration. Feeling, and rightfully so, in absolute control he kept a slow pace and stuck to his plan, wearing her down with direct shots and throws. But Salinas wasn’t one to give up, finding a way to turn the tables countering a pop up powerbomb with a hurricanrana. Gritting her teeth, she picked herself up, battered and bruised but still with some fight in her. Unlike the beginning of the match her precise kicks lacked some strength, resulting not as effective as they used to be. BROOKFORD blocked one aimed at his sides and set her up for an exploder suplex, but Vicky fought back with elbows to the side of his head, until he lost his hold on her. And then she knocked him down with a roundhouse kick, rushing into a cover for a two count. Surfing the wave of a renewed enthusiasm Salinas was hitting the big man with her best shots, including a springboard version of her busaiku knee that floored BROOKFORD. Another cover, once again for just a two count. But for the first time in the match the Problem Solver was in serious difficulty, staggering as he rose to his feet. Victoria charged at him and connected the Vanity Breaker, but not even her best shot was enough to keep BROOKFORD down. She couldn’t believe it, pulling at her own hair watching the referee and her opponent, who was now getting up to his feet with the help of the ropes. The Problem Solver stumbled toward the middle of the ring, visibly dazed. Salinas went for a second Vanity Breaker but the big man took a couple of steps forward and made her eat a massive elbow. Victoria hit him with a forearm to the jaw, he replied with an open hand chop that knocked the wind out of her lungs, and a second one. Two more followed, pushing Salinas against the ropes. The big man kept pounding her with more strikes, including a headbutt that rocked the former contender. And then he lifted and rested her on the top rope and hit the Problem… Solved dragon screw neck whip. The big man made the cover as the referee counted the one, two and… Three? Victoria raised her shoulder, but was it in time? There was a slight hesitation from the referee before he ordered for the bell to ring and declared BROOKFORD as the winner. WINNER: BROOKFORD BY: Pinfall (Problem… Solved.), 15:39 |
We then return to the broadcast in a darker, abandoned room. And in this dark room with only a black curtain behind them and one light illuminating from the top is one man sitting on a steel folding chair with a scowl etched on his face. The gleam of his black knee brace on that left knee is an often familiar sight as is the black and red variation of his tights. There is a cast on his left hand that’s an obvious wound in his more recent appearances. But the long black hair and the bearded appearance are still the same as ever.
Seth Iser:
Doesn’t seem like too many people are happy about me being presented this opportunity. One of the greatest warriors in the game today...perhaps ever is given a chance to showcase what he can do in front of the world and a number of people are pissed off they feel...passed over. What about me...wah wah wah...I deserve this opportunity. I want that one. He shouldn’t get it.
A stone cold tone to his voice as he’s going over all this and then you see his face get irritated fast.
Seth Iser:
Cry me a river. All of you. Mere numbers in a growing number of whiny little brats populating an industry that is the successor to the Roman Gladiators. No warrior spirit...no warrior pride either. Just a bunch of sorry, entitled fools who pollute what the name of the game should be in that ring.
The booming command on his voice as he spits that line out is all too real as he balls up his right hand into a fist.
Seth Iser:
All over the world...I’ve proven to be one of the best wrestlers on the planet today. For over a year I was the reigning and defending FGA Pride Champion. You’d think two out of three falls wouldn’t favor someone older like me but every match involving that title is some version of two out of three falls. It is a never ending endurance. You’d think a time limit with fast paced wrestlers wouldn’t benefit me but I held the IYH Rapid Fire Title in Australia as well. But that’s the type of challenge that Wrestling’s Greatest Mind has always thrived on...you tell me I can’t do something and I go out there and prove otherwise.
There’s arrogance creeping in as he slinks back onto his chair, his right fist still balled up as he raises up his casted left hand.
Seth Iser:
This is one of the last challenges left in the game for me to achieve: the elusive tournament victory. With quite great stakes as well. And not only do I have this chance to really do something in that tournament...look who the hell I drew: Last year’s winner and the longest reigning World Champion in Melissa Reeves. The woman who...put her own spin on the briefcase, this tournament, and the world championship. Quite the challenge...quite the challenge indeed.
He’s fully comfortable in that chair as he twirls his casted hand with a slight face of discomfort.
Seth Iser:
And quite frankly I’m kicking her ass tonight.
Seth’s face contorts into that serious frown of his.
Seth Iser:
Every name that’s ever ment a damn...they’ve come into contact with me and tested what they’re made of. I came down here when a certain young woman was tearing things up with her own record breaking reign as a champion and we split our matches. Now I’ve watched Melissa from afar. She had her championship reign. She had her brutal pair of matches with Kelsey that also popped my interest. It certainly makes her a worthy conquest for someone like me.
And a sneer is etched on Iser’s face as he leans forward on that chair.
Seth Iser:
This won’t be like any match you’ve ever wrestled in your career lass. And unlike some of the other people running around about their intentions...I won’t lie to you. I’m not above using any means necessary to get the job done. It’d be insulting if I didn’t fight you with every drop of venom I have. The one who defined the championship against one of the games greatest rule breakers.
And with that there’s a smirk that creeps onto his face.
Seth Iser:
I like the sound of that as a main event you know…
The smirk dissipates quite fast after he says that.
Seth Iser:
Pay is always nice when you do main event...but it’s always a little bit more when you win. And as great as all this will be...as great as that string to my bow will be, it won’t be enough. It’s the strongest first step anyone can make, sure, but when you’re someone of my caliber, my prestige, my reputation...you just aren’t happy to be there and win one match you know? I want the last piece of my legacy in place. And to top it all off, I want World Championship number 3 in my career. I’ve made championships matter all around the world. Melissa helped make the World Title matter just that little bit more as well as the Battle of the Briefcase…
And that steely cold glare is etched on his face as he stands up.
Seth Iser:
Now it’s time to remind the entire wrestling world just how good I truly am with a win.
With that bold statement the veteran stands up and exits from this dark room.
Battle For The Briefcase Match
Round One: Singles
Seth Iser VS Melissa ReevesRound One: Singles
Peyton Holland: “Seth Iser is back in a MWE ring, over three months after his last appearance in the War Games match back in Japan.” Ambra Monroe: “His first appearance was over a year ago at Deep In The Heart, when he challenged Shawn Fox in an Empty Arena match. Then we saw him taking on Tiff Rollins twice, taking the at the time Cloud Gate Champion to her limit. And then standing next to Kelsey Spencer, Christian Michaels and Christina Spencer in the Self Die Squad, against the Revolution.” Peyton Holland: “And tonight he takes on Mel Reeves in the last first round of the Battle For The Briefcase, a tournament the Reaver won one year ago.” The bell only just rang and the two were already going at it. If Seth had the clear size and strength advantage, Melissa could count on her quickness and technique to escape the headlock and kick him on that left knee covered by a visible knee brace, a clear and visible target the former world champion was determined to exploit. Iser nodded, almost appreciating the fact that Reeves came to the match prepared. Peyton Holland: “It’s no secret that Seth somehow respects his opponent, he stated in his meeting with Elsa McCarthy that the former MWE champion was one of the few names on his bucket list for what would have been his last contracted match, before this new deal” The first part of the match pretty much followed that script, Reeves moving quickly to stay away from Seth and counter attacking with her swift kicks, most of them to the left knee and leg. And it was paying off as The Deity Of Destruction was down to one knee. Reeves kept going with hard kicks to his chest and finished her attack with a running single leg dropkick, making a first cover and obtaining a two. Ambra Monroe: “Mel is off to a superb start, giving Seth no break and no chance to build his offense.” Peyton Holland: “So far so good for her, but I wonder how long it’ll last.” Peyton didn’t even complete her sentence and Seth was able to block a front kick from the former champion and took her down with a dragon screw leg whip. He raised his boot to stomp the Reaver who quickly rolled away to dodge it, getting back to her feet and swinging another kick to the bad knee. When she charged for a jumping knee, Seth blocked her in mid air and dropped her on his knee (obviously the right one) with an STO backbreaker. Wrestling’s Greatest Mind whipped the sent the former champion impacting hard against the corner and followed with a big splash. He then hit her with hard knife edge chops before sending her in the opposite corner and repeat the same offense, charging in with another splash. This time Mel countered it with a boot to the face, but Seth lived up to his moniker and saw it coming, blocking the kit and pushing her leg to the side, leaning it on the middle rope and kicking it. Melissa fell down and immediately clutched her knee, which became the target of Seth’s stomps. Ambra Monroe: “An eye for an eye, a knee for a knee. Iser is evening the playfield.” The former champion used her free leg to kick Seth’s kneecap, causing the 6’5’’ man to lose is balance and fall onto the the middle rope. Mel picked herself up and quickly hit him with a running knee to the back of the head, rolling him and climbing up to the top rope. Peyton Holland: “Looks like Mel is ready to fly…” Ambra Monroe: “Look at Seth’s ring awareness. He knew what was coming and rolled out of the way” Peyton Holland: “Yeah but is he ready for this?” Iser was laying on the apron, and Mel quickly jumped with a double foot stomp to the chest. Both competitors were now laying on the floor, Reeves being the first to get up to her feet and trying to pick up the big man who pushed her back, sending her back first against the ring post. Iser didn’t think twice and went for a big boot to the face, ducked by the former Briefcase winner. Ambra Monroe: “A rare mistake from Wrestling’s Greatest Mind, and one who could cost him big time.” Peyton Holland: “This was the right knee, not the one that has been bothering Iser for a long time… But right now, it might hurt just the same.” Reeves quickly slid her torson inside the ring with the sole intention of restarting the referee’s count so that she had more time to capitalize on this situation. And she did with a ring post figure four that put once again a lot of pressure on the knees. The commentators were still praising Melissa’s strategy when she decided to kick it up a notch, smashing the big man’s leg against the steps. Peyton Holland: “Mel’s showing her most ruthless side tonight.” Ambra Monroe: “The stakes are high, she, more than anyone else, is well aware of the potential contained in the briefcase, and the power that comes with it” As the match went back in the ring, the damage done to Seth’s leg was evident. The big man was clearly favoring the knee, thus making his movements slower. For a few minutes he seemed at the mercy of the former champion who even earned a near fall with a jumping ddt. But when you have the size and power advantage, all it takes is one move to turn the tables. And for Iser it was the Pillar Of Truth, his patented Bossman Slam. After Mel kicked out of it, Seth picked her up and delivered a flurry of knee strikes, once again lifting her this time for the Icebreaker. Peyton Holland: “Iser is pulling out the big guns now.” Ambra Monroe: “This is what Melissa wanted to avoid. Seth is at his most dangerous when you leave him time and space to maneuver.” Iser slowed down the pace, keeping control of the former champion with an alternation of holds to wear her down and power moves to inflict damage to her lower back, with the obvious intent of limiting her movements. A stun-gun/german suplex combination gave him another two count leaving him to wonder what he needed to do to keep the opponent down. He went for a stalling suplex, but Reeves slipped away and landed on her feet behind his back, tacking him down with a chop block. Ambra Monroe: “She’s going for the Iron Lock…” Peyton Holland: “This could be the turning point of the match..” Iser tried to resist and eventually kicked the former champion away before she could lock in the kneebar. They both were back to their feet and Seth charged in for a clothesline when… Peyton Holland: “Facial Deconstructor! This one’s over...” A moment before the three Seth raised a shoulder. Mel couldn’t believe it, watching the opponent as he crawled to the corner, using the ropes to pick himself up. She attacked him but Iser answered with an elbow to the face, buying himself some time he used to rip the protective pad from the turnbuckle. Ambra Monroe: “He just removed the pad… Why?” Peyton Holland: “No idea, since he won’t be able to use it.He did it right before the referee’s eyes, and the official is already putting it back into place.” Ambra Monroe: “Meanwhile Melissa is back on the att… Oh my God!” Peyton Holland: “Damnit… He hit her with the cast!” Ambra Monroe: “Vintage Seth here! Mel’s out…” Peyton Holland: “Look he’s not done yet… Deprivation DDT!” Only now the referee turned around, just in time to make the count and raise Seth’s hand in victory. WINNER: Seth Iser BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 21:10 |