Post by gvb on Jun 5, 2020 1:07:25 GMT -6
Millennium LXIII
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Wednesday, June 3rd, 2020
Static cuts to the closely cropped view of a black and silver mask slung over the back of a steel chair somewhere backstage in the arena. Suddenly the camera angle is pushed downward momentarily and then rises slowly to show a tall, broad man wearing the same mask - with its distinctive jagged pattern - along with a plain black vest, tights and boots. Those paying attention will know this is Enganche, the latest signing to MWE.
Enganche:
Relax, I’m not here to steal the cash register. I’m Enganche and this is Millennium.
He clears his throat a little.
Enganche:
You never get a second chance to make a first impression, right? That’s what social media tells me through recycled graphics of misassigned quotes and I’m inclined to agree. After all, to be is to be perceived. That one comes from a higher brow of source material but it resonates the same. We all strive to be perceived in a particular way, of course depending on whom is our perceiver. Every day we wake - most of us shower - and then we put on a mask.
He pauses for a moment, one thumb flicked upwards at himself.
Enganche:
Mine just happens to be literal. Tonight, I want to make a good first impression. I want the fans of MWE to see me as exciting, entertaining, electrifying, blah blah. I want management to see me as the next up-and-coming star, destined for great things. I want to be perceived well. But what if I invert this concept? That makes me in control of my own destiny. What if nothing is real unless I perceive it? Then I perceive nothing but myself as victorious - now and forever.
He chuckles to himself, dismissing the suggestion with a wave of a hand.
Enganche:
Which brings me to YUKI, my dance partner for this evening. If you’re watching this, don’t go easy on the new kid. I came third in the Utah jazz and contemporary contest - I’ve got some moves. That was back when they gave you a rosette for doing something, not just turning up. Thankfully professional wrestling doesn’t give titles for taking part because I ain’t here to make up the numbers. I didn’t come all the way to Chicago to watch the Bulls tank. I came to feel alive. The roar of the crowd, the rush of battle - we’re modern day gladiators.
The masked man starts bouncing on his feet and then throws a couple shadow box jabs.
Enganche:
For too long I’ve been waiting for this adrenaline shot. You know, I had visions of the ring announcer calling out some wild nickname for me in that Bruce Buffer voice but it’s kinda corny when rookie wrestlers give themselves something menacing. You can’t be The Hardcore Hero before you even lace up your boots. That’s earned, you know? I mean, the head-chef had some choice nicknames for me on my first day in the kitchen but there might be kids watching.
As he takes a few steps forward, the camera moves backwards, showing Enganche beginning to walk through the corridors of the arena, past backstage staff and fellow wrestlers.
Enganche:
Hell, I’ve rambled on long enough to put the kids to sleep. But I’m sure everyone else is ready for some action and believe me, I gotchu. Me and YUKI both gotchu. We’re oil and milk; brawler verses aerialist. Everyone loves a style clash - but I finish with a piledriver. Lets go, Chicago.
He suddenly clicks his fingers into a point towards the camera before we cut back to ringside.
Singles Match
Enganche VS YUKIEyes on the mysterious Enganche in his Millennium debut. Little was known aìabout the masked individual, Peyton and Ambra on commentary spent the first couple of minutes rattling off the hypothesis that have been made about his identity, while Enganche introduced himself to YUKI and the MWE fans with a series of european uppercuts pushing the young japanese back into the corner. As he went for a corner splash, YUKI went up and over the charging opponent, landing behind him. Enganche was somehow expecting this and slowed down, stopping before crushing against the empty turnbuckle. As he turned around though, he was hit by a standing dropkick from the Little Kaiju that sent him back into the corner. After delivering a jumping knee to the masked man’s face, YUKI sent him flying in the middle of the ring with a monkey flip, climbing to the top rope and performing a beautiful 450 splash to obtain the first near fall of the match. With her mix of high flying and puroresu style the young japanese gave the debutant a run for his money, A swift sequence of strikes culminating in a jumping roundhouse kick floored Enganche, who barely kicked out from the pinning attempt that followed YUKI’s springboard senton. The close call triggered a reaction in the masked man, finally able to use the size advantage to his favor, interrupting YUKI’s momentum with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Arching her back in pain, the Little Kaiju started crawling to the ropes, but before she could reach them, Enganche was onto her with some vicious stomps to the lower back. YUKI still managed to grab the ropes and use them to pull herself back to her feet and counter Enganche’s irish whip attempt. She leapfrogged over the running opponent but he surprised her with a springboard cutter, planting her on her face. He then went for the killshot, a punt kick he calls Riquelme Special but YUKI moved out of the way avoiding an almost assured concussion. She went for a headscissors takedown, finding out that the mysterious opponent was quite athletic as well, landing on his feet after a cartwheel and pushing her into the corner with a shotgun dropkick. Enganche charged in at full speed, shaking the opponent and the ring with a fast european uppercut. He then dragged her away from the ropes and toward the centre of the ring before nailing YUKI with his Brain Teaser pulling piledriver, securing the first win in MWE. WINNER: Enganche BY: Pinfall (Brain Teaser), 8:51 |
Peyton Holland: "We may not know who hides under that mask, but we just learned that Enganche definitely belongs in this ring."
Ambra Monroe: "A debut is never easy, there's a lot of pressure knowing that everyone's eyes are on you. But Enganche handled it just fine, picking up his first win in the company."
Ambra Monroe: "A debut is never easy, there's a lot of pressure knowing that everyone's eyes are on you. But Enganche handled it just fine, picking up his first win in the company."
Enforcer and Vin Halsted are sitting in the library of Halsted Manor in Chicago, Illinois. The library has a huge window that overlooks a man made lake that is on the property.
Enforcer:
At one point or another we’ve all been complacent. I have been mindful over my twenty three years in this business to not allow myself to become so. Yet here Vin and I are on a bit of a losing skid.
Vin Halsted:
This skid must be rectified. My partner and I both have never been a big fan of complacency. I came to Millenium Wrestling with such high hopes because MWE goes hand and hand with Chicago. Chicago is a place Millenium Wrestling and I call home. So, we will be damned that we will fail here in MWE. Enforcer and I have been able to sustain excellence over a long period of time in this business. .Failure is not an option. No if, ands, or buts about it. I must show the entire Millenium Wrestling the true Chicago Way. While Enforcer feels the need to show Millenium Wrestling what it is like to go from continent to continent. We will do what is necessary to show MWE the path of the righteous.
Enforcer:
Complacency destroys the living. Our wrestling careers are far from dying. Our wrestling careers will live forever. We will destroy our complacency and start living again. Those who need to feel the thrill of truly living again. My partner and I aren’t hard to find. For those who feel like their lives are already on the right path all we can say to you is good luck because complacency destroys the living.
We cut backstage where we are able to see the likes of Kate Steele. She is wearing a hoodie as her eyes meet with that of the cameras. She takes a long deep breath as she begins to speak.
Kate Steele:
Hey everyone. I am not going to lie it gets to be depressing to say my name booked here sporadically. It’s a shame considering I have been in this company since day one back to the days before it was even called MWE when basically my sister Violet Ripley and Kris Ryans ran this company. I have been through many transitions in this company and I have been involved in so many battles.
Kate shrugs her shoulders as she continues to speak.
Kate Steele:
One of the one’s most dearest to me is when I was fighting the likes of Grace van Beek and I just couldn’t get my hands on that damn Cloud Gate Championship. I remember being screwed and it was a long hard fought journey until I eventually became the Lockdown Champion and I had a long reign with that title. That feels so long ago and I know I need to do everything in my power to get back to the realm of the basics. Which is me showing why my journey didn’t end in vain. I will show how I rose up to win the Lockdown Championship and I will definitely rise back up again.
Kate nods her head excitedly.
Kate Steele:
I just need to gain some momentum and once I pull ahead with that first win I know I will be onward to many more. I just have to have that breakthrough. Now tonight it might be rough for me because I am in the ring with the enforcer. I won’t lie it is a little scary for me. This man is an absolute beast. He’s like 5’4 and over 275 pounds!
Kate gulps nodding her head in agreement.
Kate Steele:
On paper it would seem I am mismatched. As I am practically the shortest and smallest person on the roster but honestly it doesn’t even matter. The only thing I care about is showcasing why giants fall and why I can get back to the basics. I will cut down enforcer and from there it’s about taking my rightful place back near the top. So bring it enforcer but tonight you will tap the fuck out and I will be onward to something even bigger. See you soon.
With that Kate smirks as we go elsewhere.
Singles Match
Enforcer VS Kate SteeleThough smaller than Enforcer, Kate surprised the opponent with a quick dropkick right off the gate that knocked the big man in the corner. She quickly climbed to the middle rope from where she rained down lefts and rights to the veteran face, trying to wear him down to keep the advantage.Enforcer was quick to react and drop her down with a snap sitout powerbomb. Steele kicked out in two, looking a little rattled and feeling the effect of the big move, barely able to dodge a clothesline that could have taken her head off. Turning around, she quickly kicked him in the stomach, doubling him over and dropping him on his head with a ddt. Enforcer kicked out with authority in two and a moment later caught Kate in mid-air after her springboard crossbody attempt, easily lifting her over his shoulders and drop her neck first onto his knee. The big and powerful man grabbed Steele’s throat with both hands for a deadlift sitout chokebomb that saw Kate raising her shoulder in time. If her quickness allowed Kate to stay out of troubles and collect a few near falls, the most clamorous and closest to three after her Silence Is Golden top rope blockbuster, by the end of the match Enforcer’s power got the better of Kate, who was now being tossed around by the 42 years old, showing off all his power. He launched the opponent against the corner with a buckle bomb, kicking her hard in the stomach as she rebounded back and pulling her up for a second powerbomb, a crucifix version that slammed Steele right in the middle of the ring. She barely kicked out this time, a fraction of second right before the three. And even though Enforcer was in absolute control, Kate caught him off guard with a single knee facebreaker but failed to keep him down for the three. And after this last attempt went unsuccessful, Kate never had another chance to take home the win, finding herself on the receiving end of a Mafia kick first and the Death Penalty ddt right after for the three count. WINNER: Enforcer BY: Pinfall (Death Penalty), 7:32 |
Ambra Monroe: "Despite Kate's valiant effort, Enforcer is the one walking out with the win tonight."
Peyton Holland: "You're right, Steele fought hard and well, showing a new attitude that's definitely a step in the right direction. But eventually the size and power disadvantage came into play, causing her to come up short."
Ambra Monroe: "Change doesn't come overnight, but if she keeps up this attitude, I'm confident she'll be able to steer her career back on track. Tonight just wasn't her night."
Peyton Holland: "You're right, Steele fought hard and well, showing a new attitude that's definitely a step in the right direction. But eventually the size and power disadvantage came into play, causing her to come up short."
Ambra Monroe: "Change doesn't come overnight, but if she keeps up this attitude, I'm confident she'll be able to steer her career back on track. Tonight just wasn't her night."
Pacing like a caged lion backstage at the Millennium Arena in Chicago, Illinois is none other than Sophie O’Brian. The Irish beauty is dressed in her wrestling gear, which is mostly black, and a black hooded jacket. Despite the pacing she is neither concerned nor anxious about her upcoming match tonight against Lockdown Champion Bobbi Jackson. In fact, she rather looks forward to it…
Sophie O’Brian:
Sun Tzu says, “in the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.”
The raven haired Irish woman stops pacing and turns to face the camera. She flicks the hood off of her head so that the camera can get a good view of her up close. A confident smirk forms upon her face.
Sophie O’Brian:
Chaos is what brought Megan Rydell the Intercontinental Championship. Well organized chaos brought her the gold she cherished so much. And yet, organized chaos is an oxymoron, is it not? You cannot have organization and chaos simultaneously.
O’Brian shakes her head.
Sophie O’Brian:
That statement is incorrect. Megan’s elaborate ruse created chaos within MWE, the chaos necessary to capture championship gold, gold that should have been mine after I had defeated her, after I had eliminated her from the tournament. But Megan was desperate enough to create chaos in order to insert herself back into the tournament. It didn’t even matter to her that her championship would forever be stained with fraudulent and controversy. It didn’t matter to her that her championship reign, even as a historic first, would still be viewed as a bastardized reign in the eyes of everyone else in this company. All that mattered to her was that she achieved her goal.
A low chuckles escapes Sophie’s lips.
Sophie O’Brian:
Greed is one of the seven deadly sins because it causes man...and woman...to do horrible things. To say that Megan is a greedy bastardized false idol of a champion would be an understatement. Those of you quick to quote the “good book” and shove the “judge not lest ye be judged” in my face, let me inform you that I am not judging Ms. Rydell. In fact, I am quite open, honest, and transparent with all of you...unlike her...because I will tell you right here and now that I am greedy. I know what I want and I will do whatever it takes to get it. Right now in MWE I have two things I want badly...vengeance against Megan for her little half-assed plot against me and to hold championship gold.
The sinister grin forms upon Sophie’s lovely features.
Sophie O’Brian:
Megan...your time to answer to the grim reaper will come, but tonight you may watch and observe exactly what I am willing to do to achieve my goals. Watch what happens to my opponent Bobbi Jackson. Yes, Bobbi, the Lockdown Champion. It does not escape my notice that you, too, hold championship gold. It does not escape my notice that this is yet another opportunity for me to make a name for myself...too bad it has to come at your expense...as William Tecumseh Sherman once said, “War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.
Singles Match
Vin Halstead VS Alexander LyndonFor the first time in months the match took part in front of one single spectator. the owner of MWE Grace van Beek herself. Accompanied as always by her personal security, lead by Ryen Riekert, the South African sat on the front row, obviously to get a closer look on Alexander Lyndon who seems to have come to MWE with the only goal to harass the Diamond Princess. As soon as the bell rang the match turned into a massive brawl started between the two powerhouse and Lyndon was the one coming out on top, rocking Halstead and whipping him against the ropes to hit him with a big boot as he bounced back. He shot a quick glance at Grace, trying to read her intentions before dragging the opponent back to his feet. Vin shoved him back and landed the first of a series of chops to the chest, each one of them echoing in the empty arena. He sent Alexander for a run to the ropes and slammed him on the mat with a spinebuster. but Lyndon kicked out in one. The match was a hard hitting contest where none of the competitors was holding anything back. Lyndon kept control for the longest parts of the match thanks to power moves such as the Faith Bomb (full nelson bomb) and a piledriver that could have ended the match, if Halstead’s foot wasn’t under the bottom rope. The veteran found the strength for a furious comeback, forcing the Dead Soul in the corner and hammering him with shoulders to the stomach and elbows to the face, right under Grace’s cold eyes. He even set Lyndon up for his Faced, the second rope pedigree, but neither that was enough to keep Lyndon down. And the tattooed man regained control, breaking free from a belly-to-belly suplex attempt with an headbutt, landing a few quick jabs to the face before knocking him with a bionic elbow. Now back on the driver's seat, Lyndon was determined to bring this one home, and almost managed to with the Flagship DDT. He promised it, and he kept his word. Joey Leclair walked out on the stage on the notes of Slipknot’s “AoV”, looking to kill two birds with one stone. Alexander stopped kneeing Vin’s skull in to taunt Leclair, telling him to come and get some. In the silent arena, the clicking of Grace’s finger could be distinctly heard, causing Ryen and his men to snap to attention and quickly move on the ramp, blocking Leclair’s path. They were taking no chances, threateningly wielding batons to discourage Joey from doing what he intended to do. Four armed men against one was too much of a challenge even for the Chicago Way champion who wisely backed down. “Go on. Entertain me.” Grace spoke, addressing a confused Lyndon. Halstead was back on his feet, Lyndon immediately doubled him over with a kick to the gut and dropped him on his head with the Brainwashed package piledriver. As the referee started to count, Grace stood up to her feet and joined her team, who escorted her backstage. WINNER: Alexander Lyndon BY: Pinfall (Brainwashed), 10:28 |
Peyton Holland: "What did I just see?"
Ambra Monroe: "Lyndon stated in more than one occasion that Grace has no control over him, that he's not just an employee she can play with.. I guess this was her way to re-estabilish the roles."
Peyton Holland: "I don't know, Lyndon doesn't seem one you want to mess with. Did she forget what happened in Johannesburg?"
Ambra Monroe: "I don't think she did. But those were different times, a different Grace. This one doesn't seem to be upset by Lyndon's presence anymore"
Ambra Monroe: "Lyndon stated in more than one occasion that Grace has no control over him, that he's not just an employee she can play with.. I guess this was her way to re-estabilish the roles."
Peyton Holland: "I don't know, Lyndon doesn't seem one you want to mess with. Did she forget what happened in Johannesburg?"
Ambra Monroe: "I don't think she did. But those were different times, a different Grace. This one doesn't seem to be upset by Lyndon's presence anymore"
Chris Constantine and his wife Olivia sit at a table in catering, enjoying a couple of lattes and some small talk. Olivia takes a napkin and brushes something off CCJ's MWE World title, which is sitting on the table. Her smile quickly fades as Jacob Hammerstein walks up. She gets up, kisses Chris on the cheek, and whispers something in his ear before walking away. Hammerstein has a slightly confused look on his face as Olivia walks away, but shakes it off as he sits across from the Millennium Champion.
Hammerstein:
Hey, brother, I hope there's no hard feelings over what went down in Seattle. I know there was a little controversy, but at the end of the day, it was a win for APE either way.
Constantine waves it off.
Chris Constantine Jr:
Aaaah! It’s all good brother. We got to think of the big picture in the grand scheme of things, and you winning the tournament made it worth it all. I’m proud of you and the boys are proud of you. And drinks are on me once you win the Mainstream Title.
Hammerstein nods appreciatively. He pauses a bit, as if trying to collect his thoughts.
Hammerstein:
Look, Chris, I know you're wondering why I didn't come out to help you at Dark Web Two. You wanna know why, am I right?
Chris Constantine Jr:
It’s crossed my mind a couple of times since….you know….everyone else came down.
Hammerstein:
You're the MWE World Champion, Chris. You're the man around here. The top fuckin' dog. You shouldn't depend on me coming out there to fight your battles for you. You shouldn't depend on Al, or Duke, or Redd to help you out.
Hammerstein points at Constantine's MWE Championship.
Hammerstein:
That title right there is the most important title in this company. It's the standard in this company, and as Champion, you're the standard bearer. You don't need me, or anyone else, bailing you out. It devalues you as Champion, and it devalues The Championship. You're good enough to win...or lose...on your own merit, and me coming to help you defend that title makes me look like a flunky….and, honestly, it makes you look like a paper Champion.
Constantine shoots a look at Hammerstein, who shrugs.
Hammerstein:
Look, don't take this as disrespect, brother. I'm saying this because I respect you, and I also respect that Championship and what it stands for.
I hope you understand, brother.
Hammerstein extends his hand to Constantine. Chris looks at Jacob's hand for a moment, then smiles and shakes his hand.
Chris Constantine Jr:
You’re a good man Hammy. Too good for this industry.
Hammerstein gets up, a satisfied look on his face.
Hammerstein:
Great. I gotta go get ready for my match. I'll talk to you after the show.
Hammerstein walks away, Constantine's gaze never leaving him.
Millennium cuts to some pre-recorded footage that takes place inside a Chicago area living room. The scene focuses on a fireplace that currently has a fire burning inside of it. Near it, there’s a full cardboard box that is nearly overflowing, but the load is definitely manageable. Soon enough, Victoria Salinas walks in with a pair of pictures that are in her hand. She looks like she’s once again facing a choice that she has to make before she looks at what’s inside of the box, looks back at the fire that is burning and then looks at the two pictures she has before putting them down.
Victoria Salinas:
The best choices are sometimes the hardest… and today, this is going to be the hardest choice I’ve had to make this year.
Victoria reveals the picture… the one on the left being herself back in 2004 when she was sixteen years of age and going through high school and the one on the right being seven years later during the early vainglorious years. The differences are noticeable. 2011 Victoria is way more confident than 2004 Victoria, but she has a less natural presence in the sense that her hair is blonde in 2011 and that she’s noticeably thinner during that timeframe. The 2004 picture just has her being alone at her high school bleachers while the 2011 picture has her surrounded by bright lights and cameras, soaking in the glory.
Victoria Salinas:
When I broke into this business… I did it to compensate for so many things… to compensate for so many insecurities and I was driven and determined to make it in this business and to feel as though my own life had some semblance of meaning… because when I was growing up in one of the harshest childhoods one can imagine back in Columbia Falls, Montana… it seemed like… I could never escape the darkest period of my life and all I ever wanted to do was to get away from it… during the early part of my wrestling career… I tried so hard to stuff it in a box and burn it… trying to pretend like I never grew up that way.
Victoria pauses and puts down the pictures before digging into the box, the camera revealing her being on the covers of wrestling magazines, doing some old bikini photoshoots in the early 2010’s, pictures of herself being a lot more flirtatious and immature than she’d be right now, soaking in all the fame and fortune and being the general, immature brat that she was at that time.
Victoria Salinas:
Then I hit the ground running when I went mainstream and suddenly, I had become one of the biggest stars in the world, winning my first world championship just two months shy of 23… and then I got addicted to a very dangerous drug… no, not any of your street drugs or the usual trash… I’ve never resorted to that in my life… but I’m talking about a drug called fame… once you become addicted to it, that’s all you ever care about. The rest of your life be damned, all that matters is what you do in the ring… and for the last two years, I’ve beaten myself up constantly because I haven’t done what’s expected of me. I’ve dealt with a struggle these last two years far more than I’d ever want or ask for… and no matter how successful I have been over the years, one way or another, the past always finds me… and now I understand why. All these years in the business trying to pretend like my upbringing never happened… denying it because I didn’t want to face the pain that I grew up facing every single day… I can’t do it anymore.
I can’t… in good conscience… compete for a sixth world championship just to pad my resume and validate myself again because I know that once that comes and goes… if the wait for number seven turns out to be just as horribly long of a wait as number six has been… then the cycle repeats all over again…
I have to compete for that sixth world title for a purpose greater than myself… a purpose which… I don’t know what it’d be just yet. But I know that in order to take the next step in getting there? I have to get rid of what was fake… and hold on to what’s real…
Because honestly? Being on the cover of magazines? Doing those stupid photoshoots that PRW would force me to do during my first two world championship runs? Living the “life”? Living the sophisticated style of luxurious social gatherings, first class restaurants, basking in the glow of fame and fortune? That’s not me. It never was me… and for so long I tried to force myself into that lifestyle hoping to fit in… hoping to be happy…
I never fit in… and I never was happy… because it was never really me… because I was living a lie…
So it’s time to let go of that… it’s time to let go of the concept of basing my own self-worth and self-esteem by accomplishments in the ring and base those accomplishments on a purpose greater than myself… whatever that may be…
Victoria pauses and begins to toss those old magazines and photoshoots into the fire, purging as much “vainglorious” related memories as she can, signaling that she’s transitioning from one era of her career to another.
Victoria Salinas:
Goodbye “vainglorious”... the first of many goodbyes…
Victoria wraps things up by tossing the 2011 picture of herself into the fire.
Victoria Salinas:
When I figure out this purpose of why I’m doing this… of why I’m going to move heaven and earth to make #6 happen… there isn’t a person on this roster that’s going to stop me…
The current top names… they’re done staying at the top at my expense.
When I find this purpose… it’ll be me making my own breaks at their expense, me shoving them aside. I’m done being the one that falls short… and I’m done waiting for my time.
I’m going to create that time all on my own…
And it starts with finding this greater purpose… a purpose related to the past I spent years running away from…
Victoria takes a bit of a deep breath by placing the remaining picture on the seat, standing up and walking away. The camera then focuses on a shot of her sixteen year old self sitting along on the bleachers during her high school years in 2004 before fading out entirely.
Singles Match
Hammerstein VS LunaBoth Luna and Hammerstein were on their first match after Dark Web II, trying to get back on track after coming up short respectively against Freddie Hjalmar and Melissa Reeves. And they both started with the right attitude, meeting in the centre of the ring and trading those hard strikes. At first Hammerstein gained control as he hit a flurry of stiff forearms to push Luna toward the ropes but the Star Of The Night managed to sneak in a throat strike to interrupt his momentum, relying on her Krav Maga background to wear down the former Chicago Way champion with elbows and knee strikes. A bicycle kick sent the American Monster back against the ropes, from which he instinctively rebounded back with a clothesline that turned the former Lockdown Champion inside out. A few moments later they were back to their feet and back to another exchange that seemed to be going the exact same way as the previous one with Hammerstein getting the best of the opponent, this time with european uppercuts, and Luna trying to turn the tables with another throat jab. But the lightning didn’t strike twice and Hammerstein dodged the shot, taking the blonde bombshell down onto his knee with an STO backbreaker. Intense as ever, Hammerstein was leaving no room to breathe to Luna, those heavy chops literally knocking the wind out of her chest. He then whipped her against the ropes, following suit to catch her with a kitchen sink as soon as she bounced back, before dropping her on the outside with a Cactus Jack style clothesline. And then, from the apron, he jumped on the laying opponent with a somersault senton, squashing her onto the concrete. Loyal to his hardcore roots, he made the best of the ten seconds he could spend outside, using the barricades to maximize the punishment, dropping Luna stomach first on the rail and leaving her hanging as he took a short run to kick her hard to the side of the head. He rolled her back in and climbed to the top rope, an unusual sight for the fans watching at home. As she got up, he jumped for a double axe handle but Luna countered it with a dropkick, taking Hammy down. Luna seized the opportunity to position herself in the driver’s seat, keeping a constant pressure on the American Monster with swift strikes and quick pinning predicaments. After kicking out from an O’Connor roll, Hammerstein picked himself up, finding Luna ready to hit him with her Upgrade, a combination of two knee strikes followed by an overdrive. This only gave her a two count as Hammerstein kicked out with ease. Luna kept fighting, obtaining another near fall with the Starstorm and a third one a superkick right to the jaw. Hammerstein kicked out once again and fight back, keeping the contest very evenly matched. Chris Constantine and the rest of APE walked to the ring, cheering on their associated and most likely ready to set up a distraction, as they surrounded the ring. Jacob told them that he needed no help, but they didn’t seem to listen. Luna’s eyes kept moving from her opponent to the world champion, then to REDD, Alan and Duke, finally going back to Hammerstein. The situation looked pretty ugly for the Star Of The Night, about to get ambushed by APE with no one coming out to help her. Duke tried to enter the ring, the referee stopped him and then it was Alan who stepped between the ropes. Hammerstein, loyal to his principles, stood in his way and asked him to leave, Constantine was the next one to enter a sly smirk on his face, AND HE HIT HAMMERSTEIN FROM BEHIND! The referee turned to see the world champion punching the former Chicago Way champion, obviously wearing the American flag brass knuckle on his fist and called for the bell. WINNER: Hammerstein BY: DQ, 11:42 |
Peyton Holland: "They turned on Hammerstein!"
The beatdown that followed was brutatl. The three members of APE were stomping their former associate, one of the founding members nonetheless while the world champion was leaning against the ropes, watching as they beat down the American Monster. Not a single soul came to his help when Alan picked him up and dropped him on his head with the Envious Demise. Then it was Duke's time to take his shot, a Killshot actually driving his knee on the former Chicago Way champion face. Lastly, REDD Thunder picked him up. Hammerstein was barely standing, the Walking Disaster was actually the one holding him on a vertical position, pullling him closer into a devastating ripcord headbutt that cracked Hammerstein's head open.
As he was laying on the canvas, bleeding from a masty cut right above the eye, the world champion took a step toward him, looking down at Hammerstein with that cocky smirk on his face.
Chris Constantine Junior:
You’re a good man Hammy. But APE doesn’t want good men. We want killers who will do ANYTHING to keep the MWE Title in our grasp. And you just don’t have what it takes to be with us.
And on those words, he left the ring, followed by the rest of his crew.
The beatdown that followed was brutatl. The three members of APE were stomping their former associate, one of the founding members nonetheless while the world champion was leaning against the ropes, watching as they beat down the American Monster. Not a single soul came to his help when Alan picked him up and dropped him on his head with the Envious Demise. Then it was Duke's time to take his shot, a Killshot actually driving his knee on the former Chicago Way champion face. Lastly, REDD Thunder picked him up. Hammerstein was barely standing, the Walking Disaster was actually the one holding him on a vertical position, pullling him closer into a devastating ripcord headbutt that cracked Hammerstein's head open.
As he was laying on the canvas, bleeding from a masty cut right above the eye, the world champion took a step toward him, looking down at Hammerstein with that cocky smirk on his face.
Chris Constantine Junior:
You’re a good man Hammy. But APE doesn’t want good men. We want killers who will do ANYTHING to keep the MWE Title in our grasp. And you just don’t have what it takes to be with us.
And on those words, he left the ring, followed by the rest of his crew.
In the empty arena it doesn’t matter how used to it you’re seeing in the sights of the pandemic it’s such an odd feeling in the sport of professional wrestling with the hustle and bustle and the lifeblood of the industry, the fans themselves, roaring their approval or disapproval for something. But instead of that, it’s the literal sound of silence. But there is a person sitting on one of the seats in the middle of it all: The one and only Seth Iser. He’s dressed professionally, the usual look for him, with a black briefcase on one side of him and a black notebook on the other. His left hand is lightly casted, an upgrade compared to what was seen prior but still needing protection. His right hand taps the shiny black briefcase slightly.
Seth Iser:
A number of things have been...revealed after I made the proclamation that I was going to add the last thing needed into my list of accomplishments. I spit anger and frustration at my own shortcomings but before that I had wrestled in a little tournament out back. Truth of the matter is...until it was aired to the public I wasn’t allowed to mention anything. Until the public knew...it didn’t count. Not in the world of legal rights anyhow...and some people seem to think I have a short memory or worse yet...a liar. I might have been hit with a chair a number of times but…
And his face is relaxed but even in this natural suited state he easily looks genuinely menacing with the bearded look and the coldness in his eyes.
Seth Iser:
I’m not a damn liar. Now that it is revealed to the public, I have indeed won FGA’s Wildcard Tournament. I have enriched myself further with six figures of cash after doing what I needed to do in that ring. I’ve secured the last notch in that legacy...you might think that after I beat Melissa to re-establish myself a little further in this sport that I’d be looking to cruise in and take it easy. That the old guy is just here to be here in order to get attention on other people at the end of the day.
And this is where that relaxed look vanishes very quickly from the veteran. The bitterness is starting to fester in ever so slightly as he leans forward ever so slightly with the bitterness also showcasing in a glint of rage popping in his eyes for a faint second but another expression comes over him. One of some fatigue.
Seth Iser:
I’m a little tired of that...to be honest with you.
The fatigue from all the flying around, speeches, seminars, appointments and matches crept in ever so slightly. Even his voice couldn’t hide that for that brief moment as he let out a sigh there.
Seth Iser:
Many people are chasing my lofty status as to what I am now as what they’d want to be. That’s fine for everyone else. They have their own goals they want to pursue, their own careers they want to forge...their own legacies they want to try to mold and create. From that perspective it might seem like it’s flattering. They want to meet where you are at and hope to surpass your mark. There’s just...one problem.
And the familiar glare has creeped onto his face now.
Seth Iser:
I’m not done winning championships and accolades and to be quite honest...I might be a better wrestler now at thirty-nine than I was when I won my first world title over a decade ago. I’m well aware that my legacy of my knowledge in the ring and the sport itself is going to carry on well past my expiration date as an active wrestler. But to imply that I won’t be an even bigger giant in the industry than I am now...is an insult to everything I stand for. You see...the ultimate thing I ever preach if you take up being a student under me in some form or fashion for both them and myself...you never stop learning. You never stop getting better. Even the greats can become better so they can maybe one day achieve the status of being the greatest. It might seem like on that aspect I am purely giving. And wrestlers by nature can be quite giving of their bodies to entertain people...or to achieve their goal.
Seth’s eyes narrow a little as he states this.
Seth Iser:
But I’m a selfish man in this industry. Always have been...always will be. And if there is an opportunity for me to take something major...I’ve never been afraid to dust off every trick I know to do what I need to. It’s why people might complain about how I beat Melissa and I’m sure we’ll have another go. I don’t mind that so much. But if you go in there not expecting one of the most devious wrestlers to ever play our game to not do something devious when the time comes...then you earned the loss. It’s that simple. And it’s part of why I won.
And with that he finally lets out a slight smirk as he grabs hold of the briefcase.
Seth Iser:
...and I want a Millennium world title shot to compliment the world title opportunity at FGA. If it means creating more enemies to get there...so be it. I’ve already accepted those consequences. If it means getting past someone like Neal who certainly would be keen on a second chance to go after me...you’re damn right I’ll do whatever it takes to get by him yet again. If it means beating BROOKFORD, someone who I actually like more than most people because he’s honest about what he’s here to do and he’s damn good at it...then I’ll do what needs to be done there as well. If it means doing more homework on people like Gavin and Keelan…
And with that Seth shows off the notebook as he pulls out the pen.
Seth Iser:
I’ll do what needs to be done. I’ll evaluate everything fully...and they’ll know the difference between where they’re at and Wrestling’s Greatest Mind. But it’s good to get into the spirit of things watching all this No DQ insanity.
And he ponders that a little further.
Seth Iser:
Ah yes...no disqualifications. That’s fine with me. Half the holds I’ve ever learned...I can’t even use in a normal match at the end of the day. But they can be brought out here for special occasions. Who knows more tricks and holds than literally the most devious son in professional wrestling in me? Whoever draws this assignment next...I don’t envy what you have to face because I’ll be ready. Can you say the same?
And with that last statement there’s a slight chuckle as he opens his notebook and starts to go into scouting for the next match in person.
Millennium returns from commercial break as we see "The Rising Phoenix" Bobbi Jackson standing beside her girlfriend and manager Alexa Cannon in front of a Millennium Wrestling Enterprise backdrop. The MWE Lockdown Championship slung over Bobbi's shoulder. Alexa holds a microphone in hand, assisting her Doll as Bobbi begins to speak.
Bobbi Jackson:
Tonight, I step into the ring with Sophie O'Brian for the first time. Granted, it's not for my title but I'm looking forward to the challenge regardless. Definitely a veteran in this business, she's been at it for a long time and I respect what she does in that ring. Her submission game is strong and I'm excited to step into the ring with another great technical submissions wrestler.
The Phoenix says with a smile as she adjusts her title on her shoulder.
Bobbi Jackson:
But please, don't even consider trying anything underhanded tonight. Give me the clean match that I know you're capable of giving me. Lets put on a hell of a show, because I promise you one thing...
Bobbi's smile fades as her demeanor changes slightly. Her brown eyes focus as she speaks with a very stern tone in her voice.
Bobbi Jackson:
If you try some shady shit tonight, or you attempt to hit the Phoenix with one of your infamous fireballs? I promise you that it will be a gigantic mistake that you won't soon forget...I'll see you out there, come ready to work...or get left in the dust!
Bobbi and Alexa walk off the view of the cameras as Millennium returns to ringside for the next match.
All is running as usual backstage at the Enterprise Arena amidst Millennium LXIII. Workers are walking back and forth through the hallways, some are moving equipment and others are exchanging notes, all with the express aim of keeping the show running as smoothly as possible. That however becomes a fruitless endeavour as ‘The Promised’ Freddie Hjalmar storms angrily down the hallway, knocking over equipment and sending anything not nailed down to the ground up in the air as he screams.
Freddie Hjalmar:
COME ON MYSTERY MAN! I’M RIGHT HERE! WHERE ARE YOU!?
Freddie holds his arms out, looking around the hallway, trying to scan every face as if at all able to match that to the voice he heard a few weeks ago. After a few moments he frowns, aggressively approaching a worker, taking him by the collar and delivering a quick open hand slap before pointing an accusatory finger in his face.
Freddie Hjalmar:
Oh you know where he is, don’t you? You know exactly where he is! WHERE IS HE!?
The man stammers and in disgust, almost instantly, Freddie throws him out of the camera’s shot. He throws his hair back, shaking his head as he approaches a door, swinging it open without a knock.
Freddie Hjalmar:
Are you HIDING FROM ME!?
An empty room. Diligently, Freddie checks the corners, confirming that it is indeed empty before he retreats back into the hallway, carrying on his erratic search.
Freddie Hjalmar:
You have the nerve to think you know me! You know NOTHING about The Promised! You think you’ll find me, but I’ll find YOU!
He swings open another door and instantly hesitates. The camera catches up to him, peering over his shoulder into the room to reveal a mannequin with a single eye painted across its face. Hjalmar stands in the doorway for a moment, his fists clenched as he stares directly at the mannequin before he charges at it, beheading it with ‘The Thorn’ bicycle knee strike, the body toppling over at the sheer impact of the hit. Freddie stands in the room, his back to the fallen mannequin as the camera gets close to him, passing the mannequin now.
Freddie Hjalmar:
Your games don’t work on me anymore. Show yourself!
??:
“As in uffish thought he stood, / The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, / Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, / And Burbled as it came!”
A voice, calmly humming a portion of Lewis’ Carol’s “The Jabberwocky” in Australian tones, speaks out from behind Freddie. As he turns, the source can be seen as not a screen, but an actual, living man. Dressed from head-to-toe in black suit jacket,tie, shirt and slacks, the man’s head is covered by a black mask with a single, white-eye in the center of a pyramid painted across the face. The man taps his silver-tipped cane on the ground, bowing to Freddie before exiting the room, and closing the door.
Only frozen for a moment, rage snaps back into Freddie as The Promised marches to and swings open the door, only to stop in-place, eyes-wide with confusion. Where the halls of the Enterprise Arena once were, now is an wide-empty white room. It makes no sense. It’s impossible that this room could be here, but as Freddie cautiously walks into this strange place, followed cautiously by the camera, there’s no other choice but to know it’s real.
??:
Lesson one, Mr. Hjalmar: Pride can be used as a weapon. A fuel-source, if you will. One can harness their pride to achieve what would once be impossible. Your pride, however, you’ll find to be weaponised … by me. I show your boasts as lies and tear down your shields, all to find the soft, scared center of it all. The fragile rose. Let’s find it, together, shall we? Let’s find it … now.
Before the words could sink in, the crack of the silver-tipped cane across The Promised’s head fills the room! The masked man is there, and he smacks his cane over and over into Hjalmar’s head, neck, and shoulders! Freddie finds the strength to get to his feet, but the wild haymaker he throws at nothing in-particular shows his confusion after the ambush.
??:
Lesson two: an ambush requires a goal! It must achieve more than just the infliction of pain! For example, I’ve now taken your equilibrium … and your confidence.
As Hjalmar stumbles up to his feet the camera catches a stream of blood across his face from one of the cane strikes. He groggily turns as the masked man places down his cane, lines up a shot, and turns for a discus punch … before The Promised snaps back into life and leaps away, stumbling in the process before dashing for the door, which opens into the arena hallway once again! The camera stays on the door and Hjalmar’s running footsteps, before turning back to the masked man, who places his cane back upon the ground and leans against it.
??:
That will be all, Mr. Hjalmar! We’ll continue our lessons next week. Do put on a good show, because …
Reaching up, the man snatches and removes his mask … revealing the manic stare of Jacky Rex Daniels! The former REBELLION World Champion Hellcat Spangled Death Squad co-founder slides his tongue down along his chin before his stern glare returns.
Jacky Rex Daniels:
I see you!
The Rapscallion turns his wild eyes toward the camera, waving goodbye before the feed warps, breaks into static, then reduces to cold black.
Singles Match
Bobbi Jackson VS Sophie O'BrianThe Lockdown champion Bobbi Jackson didn’t look intimidated by the multi time champion, challenging her in what could be considered her forte, the technical aspect of wrestling. It didn’t go as planned since, despite her undoubted skills, Sophie seemed to be one step ahead of her, countering every attempt in the long initial sequence and eventually taking Jackson down with an arm drag, and transitioning right into an armbar. It wasn’t easy but Bobbi was able to escape the submission, sending Sophie against the ropes and knocking her down with a dropkick. She then returned the courtesy, grabbing O’Brian’s arm and lock it in a cross armbreaker. She yanked and pulled at the arm, looking for an early submission or, at the very least, to inflict damage to the shoulder and elbow joints. Sophie fought through the pain, at first trying to reach the far ropes and then, with a sudden movement, rolling over and pinning Jackson’s shoulders to the mat, forcing her to interrupt the submission to kick out from the pinning predicament. With both of them well versed on the technical aspects of wrestling, this match turned to be a true delight for the fans watching at home, a game of chess between the two competitor who were trying to out-wrestle one another. Counter after counter, eventually O’Brian found herself in a position of advantage and exploited it with a snap german suplex. Jackson rolled back up on her feet almost immediately and caught the charging northern irish with a belly-to-belly suplex. Due to their positioning, Sophie bounced against the ropes, falling awkwardly on her right shoulder, the same arm that was targeted by Bobbi in the opening moments of the match. And the Lockdown champion kept targeting it, this time with hard kicks to the shoulder, setting her up for a one arm ddt. Injured arm and all, Sophie still managed to turn the tables and regain control with a step up enziguri. The kick to the temple dropped the Lockdown champion over the top rope, landing first on the apron and then on the concrete floor outside. Not one to take useless risks, Sophie waited inside the ring rather then following Jackson on the outside or, even worse, flying over the top rope. Her attention turned to the entrance stage as “Ludens” by Bring Me The Horizon blared through the loudspeakers. The Intercontinental Champion appeared on the entrance stage, a smirk on her face as she taunted Sophie raising her title in the air. Bobbi grabbed O’Brian’s legs and dragged her outside, whipping her against the barricade and following with a high knee to the face. As the match was taken back inside the ropes, Bobbi connected with an unprettier, from which Sophie kicked out just in the nick of time. Sophie fought back, the two women trading punch for punch in an intense brawl that saw the pupil of Glenn Braddock coming out on top, delivering a volley of forearms to the Rising Phoenix face and ending the sequence with a spinning backfist. Bobbi looked rocked after it, wobbly on her legs clearly stunned. And O’Brian took the chance to drop her face first onto her knee with the Death Of Wisdom,. A quick glance over at Megan, who was still standing on the stage, unmoving. As Bobbi rose back to her feet, Sophie turned her attention back to her opponent and kicked her in the stomach, before hitting her Ode To Braddock swinging fisherman neckbreaker to secure the win. WINNER: Sophie O’Brian BY: Pinfall (Ode To Braddock), 12:21 |
As Sophie’s match ended, Meg gave a slow clap at the top of the entrance way. She then raised the mic to her lips and began to speak.
Megan Rydell:
Sophie, you can talk about the art of war, the seven deadly sins and green until the sky turns blue. None of it matters. Your war? It means nothing to me. And as for you and I both being greedy?
Meg scoffed and shook her head.
Megan Rydell:
We’re all greedy. Even all the idiot fans watching at home are greedy!
Meg grinned at the camera.
Megan Rydell:
The thing is? We have to see who wants it more. We have to see who is greedier and you know what? It’s obvious that I want it more than anyone. It’s why I have this and you don’t!
Meg took the IC Championship from her shoulder and raised it into the air.
Megan Rydell:
I did what I had to do to get this prestigious championship. I did what you and nobody else could do and I became the first ever Intercontinental Champion. And you think my reign is tainted? Why? Because I outplayed you? I outsmarted you? You were perfectly fine with the referee cheating me out of the tournament, weren’t you? But then I did what was best for me and put myself back into the tournament. Then I went and won it and that showed that I truly belong in it. You or anyone else have no right to claim my reign as tainted. But you know what? You want to prove that this was a fluke? You want to prove I don’t deserve this? Then you’re on.
Meg nodded as the fans cheered a decision of her for once.
Megan Rydell:
I’ll defend my Intercontinental Championship against you. One on one. Show me what you fucking got. Because dealing with me? It’s not the same as dealing with that bitch you beat down tonight. Simply put? I’m the best Millennium has to offer. See you soon.
Meg dropped the mic and left the area. The camera closed up on Sophie's face, a faint smile just surfaced on it.
Elsa McCarthy:
Thank you for coming here, sir.
The camera smoothly moves from the Millennium General Manager sitting behind her desk in her office to the entrance door which frame is almost entirely occupied by the Austrian sensation known as Tank Steiner. The 6’7’’ 340-pounder slightly nods as Elsa invites him in, pointing at one of two chairs in front of her desk. She stares at him as he approaches her, paying particular attention to the way he walks.
Elsa McCarthy:
I’m glad to see the little problem that was affecting you at the end of your match at Dark Web II seems to be resolved now.
She smiles lightly as the big man sits down right in front of her.
Elsa McCarthy:
Which brings me to the reason of our meeting. I was impressed by your performance, and I know the same can be said for my esteemed colleague. Have you considered which brand you would like to join?
Tank would pause in thought, the Super Heavyweight brushed something from the sleeve of his jacket before he came up with an answer.
Tank Steiner:
Either is the answer I have for you right now, as I see two people on either brand who I have history with. On your show, I have issues with Chris Constantine Jr, or rather, the rotten apple that fell from a rotten tree. Apart from Topher, that is a family that I would love to Chop down to size. And then you have Riot, as Hearst hanged my Sworn Brother on a Kamikaze show a few years back… and I’ve been patiently waiting to Chop him down to size as well!
The young GM nodded.
Elsa McCarthy:
I see. I’m aware of your issues with Constantine and his family. Here on the green brand you’ll have the opportunity to settle your score with him, paving your way with his goons, the other APE members. Duke Andrews, Hammerstein.. I’m sure you’d love to test yourself against the likes of them.
She tried to convince him by listing some of the competition he could meet on Millennium.
Elsa McCarthy:
Not to mention some of the best heavyweights in the business, I’m thinking of BROOKFORD, Lyndon and the recently signed Seth Iser..
Tank nodded, the ideas seemed to be rolling around in his head as he nodded in agreement.
Tank Steiner:
Ja, it is a most appealing prospect, knowing that taking care of that little Dünnbrettbohrer can come at my pace by taking down his crew. And I do like competition, even if I am likely to be the heaviest of heavyweights, if not the second if you include people like Redd Thunder. But then, how many Super Heavyweights can you name who make Cruiserweights look sluggish at times?
Steiner’s unique set of skills, the way he could move inside a ring like he was cruiserweight was one of the things that mostly impressed Elsa when she saw him in action at Dark Web II.
Elsa McCarthy:
I saw what you’re capable of, Herr Steiner. That’s what convinced me that you would be a great addition to the green brand, where you could very well compete with one of the most coveted prizes in this business, the Cloud Gate Championship. I surely don’t need to tell you how high the standard for that title has been raised in the past year and half.
Of course she would play that card, the chance to write his name in the records of a championship that, in two years, only saw three people holding it, often defending it in the main event of PPVs.
Tank Steiner:
Hah. I did wonder if that sort of... Motivation... would come into play. It wouldn’t be fun if it was easy to take such a belt now, but I will say that with everything said, you have made an extremely compelling case for me signing with the Millenium Brand.
Tank flashed something rarely ever seen on camera, a smile.
Tank Steiner:
I’m not going to flat out say ja right now, but I will give your offer extremely serious consideration.
Elsa McCarthy:
I’m glad to hear that.
She said smiling back at the big man.
Elsa McCarthy:
I understand you want to hear what Mister Moretti has to offer, and I’m sure his proposal will come soon. But I’m glad to hear you found mine interesting… Take your time for considering your options, no pressure.
Tag Team Match
APE (Alan Envy & Redd Thunder) VS Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh
APE made their intentions clear last Saturday, their eyes are set on the tag team titles currently held by the Golden Era. And they wanted to prove their point tonight, taking on Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh who have been quite on a roll recently. The Indian started things off for her team, surprising the Walking Disaster with quick and hard striking combinations. Thunder was forced back toward the ropes but when he found himself with the back against the proverbial wall he began to fight back, despite those hard knees kept coming his way, aiming at the chest and ribs. It only took him a single punch that caught Singh right on the jaw and rocked her. A moment later she was turned inside out by a devastating clothesline. REDD and Envy were working together like a well oiled machine, isolating Rhett after he made the tag to his girlfriend. Adelson was in deep waters, constantly under the combined attacks of APE, unable to find a counter or an opening to try and turn things around. After barely kicking out from from Envy’s pop up death valley driver, Rhett found himself in APE’s corner after Alan lifted him and slammed him back first against it. Another tag was made, REDD asking his partner to whip him toward the former Sixth City Pro Rock & Roll champion. who moved out of the way leaving the big man nothing but the turnbuckle. Alan quickly charged at him but the kid was quicker and took him down with a drop toe hold, sending the Lonestar head first against the Thunder’s rear. And then he reached his partner, who entered the ring all guns ablazing stepping on Alan’s back to hit the Thunder with a knee to the back of the head. And for the following minutes she was able to keep constant pressure on the big man, obtaining a near fall with her Qi To Your Heart. Once again Rhett was in the ring against Envy, this time Adelson was in firm control, able to use his quickness and agility to keep himself one step ahead of the competition. After planting Alan with a hurricanrana driver, Adelson climbed to the top rope and jumped for a flying knee strike right to the side of the head and made a quick cover. REDD rushed in and broke up the pinfall. Just as APE managed to take back control thanks to one of the many tricks in Alan’s bag, the titantron came to life, showing the Golden Era inside a gym. Alan took his eyes off the prize to glance at the tag team champions and Rhett surprised him with a quick roll up. Qiyara took care of Rhett kicking him on the face and preventing to save his partner from breaking up the count. WINNER: Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh BY: Pinfall (Schoolboy pin), 11:13 |
:: THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS PAID FOR BY BRADDOCK INC ::
We fade into a luxury gym in an unknown location. Standing inside a wrestling ring in the center of the large workout facility are the MWE World Tag Team Champions, Kyle Butler and Neil Newman. Neil is standing on the right, Kyle on the left. Both men are wearing their championships around their waist.
Neil Newman:
Mahatma Gandhi once said ‘Be The Change You Want to See In This World.’ Years ago when me and Kyle met for the first time in college, we knew beyond a shadow of a reasonable doubt we were sick of the state of professional wrestling. We saw the downward trend the sport was heading in. And we both knew what needed to be done, WE needed to be the example the sport needed to survive, change takes time, both of us are realistic in our expectation that the change we seek might not happen in our lifetime. True leadership is about thinking much bigger than yourself. So we came together as The Golden Era knowing full well we would sacrifice everything for the Greater Good. Thanks to the stewardship of Glory Braddock, Kyle and I did whatever it took to become the brand new MWE Tag Team Champions. Obviously we knew the challenges would come. We hold what every tag team in the division wants. One team decided to answer the call... A.P.E. Specifically Alan Envy and REDD Thunder
Kyle rolls his eyes remembering Alan attacked him on Riot. Neil maintains a stoic demeanor.
Neil Newman:
Know what I find funny Alan, REDD. The entire time me and Kyle have been in MWE, your group didn’t give a damn about the tag team titles. Where was A.P.E when Kyle and I were going to war with The McMillions and BreeTee? Where were you when we fought The Revenants in an instant classic? Sure, you were bitch slapping the McMillions at Dark Web II... on Night 1 me and Kyle won the tag titles. Of course Hayley became Super Glorious Champion. Glory staked her claim to be the real Riot Champion. Now A.P.E wants the tag straps? Why exactly? Is it because The Glorious Golden Era is collectively better than the sum of A.P.E’s parts? REDD, you go from failing against Melissa Reaves to wanting what we have? Did CCJ finally realize he is the one pulling all the weight in the championship department. Did he notice Glorious Golden Era had a better night collectively at Dark Web II than your posse? Did he give the marching orders to fetch more gold?
I am not mad about you knocking on our doorstep. I’m excited. Kyle and I will do what the rest of the roster has been failing to do as of late. Put A.P.E in their collective places. Conquering the A.P.E would be icing on the cake for me and Kyle. Reinforcing we are you better will solidify our status as the leaders of the tag team division. Leaders take on the tough task. Leaders show the world that the impossible can be done. The morale in the locker room has been bad with A.P.E running around, being the tyrants you are. Me and Kyle made a promise years ago to never become tyrants. A.P.E, you are the biggest group of bullies in this company. For the sake of wrestling, me and Kyle will do our part to ensure our tag titles don’t fall in your hand. So to quote Glory Braddock, sic semper tyrannis... death to tyrants. Death... to the A.P.E.
-STATIC-
The cameras pan backstage just in time to see the rolling frame of a very confident Keelan Jayce who for all intents and purposes is practicing his moves on a mat placed in his locker room. His affluent tricking style is limited to the placement of the small blue mat but that doesn’t stop the incredible nature of the sequence of moves as he finishes off by rolling up to his feet in a series of twists before he laughs out in a confident nature.
Keelan Jayce:
G’day Mates, and helloooooo MWE Fandom!
The cheeky laugh is ended abruptly as he steps forward rolling both of his wrists and his neck to make sure he’s not tensed up.
Keelan Jayce:
Tonight marks one of my biggest matches to date here in Millennium Wrestling Enterprise! Not only is it the Main Event, but its also round two of the Battle for the Briefcase! I promised you all when I came here that I would give you the type of competitor you deserved and so far I’ve been able to deliver on that promise. You the fans have been my driving factor in all of my matches against APE and the like.
He pauses momentarily as he smiles a little further, though you can tell he’s in deep thought for just a moment.
Keelan Jayce:
Yet tonight’s match against Gavin Grimes is also a match that has . . .a bit of a deeper meaning. In order to advance to the semi-final I am going to have to face someone I consider a friend.
He stares into the camera for a moment, rather pensive in what he is about to say next.
Keelan Jayce:
The term friend may sound shocking to you in terms of Gavin Grimes, as most of you know the more recent incarnation of Gavin, the man who does whatever it takes to win. The man who will tell you to Rack Off because he doesn’t give a rat’s about you. The man who tried to break a little birdie by locking her in a cage and paid for it by being lit up in flames. I suppose you could say that Gavin and I are no stranger to flames though. Isn’t that right. . .mate?
He mused a smile now as he condescendingly used his favorite phrase.
Keelan Jayce:
We met in a Las Vegas Wrestling Promotion called Inferno Wrestling, and worked together for the better part of a year. So if you’re for drawing parallels we both had our trials by fire then.
He smiled as he knew he was borrowing a Bobbi Jackson tag-line, but if the shoe fits.
Keelan Jayce:
So tonight you could say is just another test of flames for the both of us. Two friends and coworkers now facing off to see who rightfully deserves their chance at that glorious briefcase, the chance of a lifetime and I can firmly say its me!
He now bursts forward getting closer to the camera as his energy goes from somber to emphatic.
Keelan Jayce:
I know you’ve changed Gavin, I know you aren’t the man you used to be, you’ve let the dampers of this business get to you and change you. Your life experiences, the hardships you’ve faced have altered the reality of what you once were. A man who reigned undefeated for hundreds of days. A vessel of a true warrior that many could admire. You were intoxicating to watch and then suddenly it all changed.
He paused momentarily before continuing.
Keelan Jayce:
I don’t pretend to know the shit you’ve been through and I’m certainly not vindicating that you should change. Be the man you want to be. . . but understand that knowing this about you doesn’t change a thing for me. Until you prove otherwise you will always be a friend to me, but that doesn’t change what this opportunity means. The chance to snag that briefcase is a career changer, and a dream maker. It doesn’t matter if this match is no disqualification, it doesn’t matter if you pull out all the stops. Nothing is going to stop this drive! Nothing is going to keep me from accomplishing my dream!
As he takes an affirmative step back he begins to jump up and down in place now feeling the fire enter his veins.
Keelan Jayce:
I’ve been stoked for my opportunity to square up with you for a very long time and there’s no better way to do it than inside of an MWE ring and while I know you will have some company with you going down to the ring. I think I just might have a little of my own.
The camera pans to see Melissa Reeves waiting near by and Keelan smiles and offers a head nod in her direction before glancing back to the camera.
Keelan Jayce:
So without further ado, let it reign True Blue! See you out there mates and to boot, there’s always times for an Aussie Salute
Using a salutation manner with his hand quickly he laughs out before running off scene to meet the lady who would be accompanying him to the ring.
Battle For The Briefcase Match
Round Two: No DQ
Gavin Grimes VS Keelan JayceRound Two: No DQ
Peyton Holland: “Keelan and Grimes have a lot of history, going back to their days in Inferno.” Ambra Monroe: “And although that was years ago, and a lot has changed, the bond between them doesn’t seem to be affected.” The two competitors were standing in the middle of the ring, Keelan extending his hand toward Gavin who, after a moment of hesitation shook it. When Jayce tried to pull away to start the match, Grimes pulled him close, staring in his eyes with a smirk printed on his face. He even said something, almost a whisper that the cameras couldn’t catch. Eventually he let him go, and the bell rang to signal the beginning of the match. Keelan began pacing around his opponent, quick on his feet as he tested the Captain’s reflexes with quick jabs. Even though Grimes was doing a good job dodging them, his wife immediately made her presence felt, grabbing Keelan’s foot. As soon as he took his eyes off Gavin, the Chosen One clubbed him with a forearm to the back of the head. Ambra Monroe: “So much for friendship and mutual respect.” Peyton Holland: “With stakes this high, it wasn’t meant to last anyway.” After going ground and pound and wearing Keelan down with left and right fists to the face, Grimes rolled out of the ring to retrieve a steel chair, immediately trying to take advantage of the lack of rules. He slammed it on the laying opponent, but the quick australian wasn’t there anymore, already rolled away and getting back to his feet. Grimes missed the second chair shot as well as Keelan avoided the impact with a front roll. None of Gavin’s blows found the target as Jayce kept dodging and ducking with the most incredible flips and cartwheels. And apparently having a lot of fun doing it. Peyton Holland: “Grimes must be feeling like he’s punching fog.” Ambra Monroe: “It’s definitely frustrating, as you can tell by his body language. And this plays right in Keelan’s hand.” The more shots he missed, the more frustrated Gavin grew, resulting in even less accurate swings. A backflip took Jayce out of the trajectory of another chair shot, this time he quickly followed up with a butterfly kick onto the chair that collided with Grimes’ face amplifying the impact. The former Underworld champion went down like a ton of bricks. Ambra Monroe: “He’s out!” Peyton Holland: “NO! Only a two, but this was hella close…” Ambra Monroe: “It really speaks volumes on how dangerous Keelan is, He can strike from anywhere, at any time.” In case he had forgotten, Grimes now was reminded of this fact as Keelan kept hitting him and flaunting his tricking style. The chair was laying close to their position, but Jayce didn’t seem too interested in using it, favoring his elaborated punching and kicking combinations to wear down the Captain, who found himself once again staring at the lights above after a cartwheel enziguri. And now the Australian grabbed the chair, resting it on Gavin’s chest and jumping onto it with a double foot stomp, following with a moonsault. Peyton Holland: “True Blue onto the chair!” Ambra Monroe: “That must have hurt him as well…” Keelan made the cover, only getting a two count before Grimes kicked out. The Captain rolled out of the ring, the evasion helped by the fact that his opponent indeed seemed to have hurt himself performing one of his signature moves, clutching his ribs in pain. A couple of seconds, but enough for Gavin to roll out of his grasp. As the Cult Classic winner got back to his feet, Keelan grabbed the ropes and launched himself onto him with a pescado. Sarah Grimes pushed her husband away, taking the bullet to save him and buy him some time. Time Gavin used to get himself together and superkick Jayce as he got up, only now realizing that he missed the designated target. The kick to the face dropped Jayce on his knee, with Gavin seizing the opportunity to drop him on his head with a snap ddt. This gave him enough time to check on Sarah who was quick to reassure him. He then proceeded to pull out a table from under the ring and setting it up before helping his opponent to his feet only to smash his face on the apron. Once, twice and so on up to five times before laying the barely standing Jayce onto the table. Ambra Monroe: “What is he thinking?” The tattooed commentator asked as Gavin climbed to the top rope, taking a deep breath before soaring the sky with the Captain’s Splash, landing perfectly on his opponent and crushing him through the table. Peyton let out a rare expletive, channeling the thoughts of everybody watching at home with a loud, clear and justified “Holy Shit”. As soon as he managed to recover and pick himself up, Gavin rolled the opponent inside the ring and followed suit making a cover, but Jayce still kicked out. Peyton Holland: “How’s he still in this match?” Barely, to be honest. Gavin kept hitting him with some of his best moves,, including the flying knee kick, a diamond cutter and a buzzsaw kick, all leading up to the moment of The Crowning. Jayce somehow blocked the headlock driver attempt, pushing Gavin away and, when he turned around and charged at him, stopping his momentum with a jumping knee to the face. The two then began trading punches, both of them starting to show the first signs of fatigue as the minutes passed by. Grimes almost got the win with the pele kick, Keelan caught him with a facecrusher and then hit a double rotation moonsault, but it wasn’t enough to get the win. Deciding to kick it up a notch, Keelan asked Melissa Reeves to hand him something, which she gladly obliged. Ambra Monroe: “Is that?” Peyton Holland: “Yup, it’s a boomerang.” Jayce entered the ring right when Gavin was getting back to his feet and threw the boomerang. Grimes ducked it and approached Jayce, landing a knife edge chop to his chest without the australian even trying to dodge it. Probably Gav didn’t realize what his opponent launched because if he did, he would have known that boomerang always come back. And so did this one, hitting him on the back of the head and knocking him to his knees. Jayce hit a vicious knee to the face flooring Grimes. And then he went for his Aussie Salute, the spectacular double Gainer splash. Ambra Monroe: “It’s over, Keelan is advanc…” Peyton Holland: “You spoke too soon, Ambra, there’s Sarah with the save.” Grabbing Keelan’s leg, Gavin’s wife dragged him outside and broke the pinfall, buying his husband some more time. Melissa had had enough and shoved the Blackbird away, the twlo women trading some harsh words looking on the verge of getting physical. Jayce got distracted watching the events unfolding and ate a baseball slide from the Captain that sent him against the commentator’s table, his head bouncing hard against it. That shifted the momentum back in Gav’s favor, the Cult Classic winner pulling out a kendo stick and punishing the opponent with several lashes on the back, until the stick broke in half. Keelan’s back was marked with countless bruises, as he dragged himself toward the ring, hanging on the apron to pull himself up. Grimes smiled, waiting for Jayce to be up before grabbing him by the nape and driving his face against the ring post. That’s when the Australian instinct kicked in, as he blocked the impact by planting his foot on the post and hit Gavin with a back elbow, before stealing the idea and smashing his face against the steel post. Ambra Monroe: “Wisely Keelan goes back inside the ring. Remember, the match can only end between the ropes.” And Grimes intended to do just that, now holding nothing back. First he kicked Keelan between the legs, then he reached inside his boot to recover a screwdriver, looking to carve Jayce’s head with it. Peyton Holland: “How far is this man willing to go?” Ambra Monroe: “If you think we are overreacting for a screwdriver, considering that we’ve seen far worse in a MWE ring, you should know that Keelan is suffering from Iron Deficiency Anemia.” Peyton Holland: “Which, translated, means that bleeding is no good for him. And Grimes knows it.” Gavin was standing on top of Keelan, trying to use the screwdriver to bust him open. As the realization kicked in, Jayce looked up at him in utter shock, doing his best to resist and stop him, as the foreign object inched closer to him. But Gavin was in a vantage point, the tip almost grazing Keelan’s skin. With a sudden movement, the Australian tilted his head and the screwdriver missed him of half an inch, hitting the canvas instead. This was the window of opportunity he was waiting for, getting free from under Grimes’ body and quickly performing a magistral cradle that caught Gavin off guard. The referee made the count, one, two, three. WINNER: Keelan Jayce BY: Pinfall (Magistral Cradle), 21:46 |
Peyton Holland:
He did it! Keelan Jayce beat Gavin Grimes, advancing to the next round of the Battle For The Briefcase!
Ambra Monroe:
He may have won the match, but he doesn't look too happy.
Peyton Holland:
Someone he considered a friend just tried to carve his skull, knowing how dangerous this can be for the Aussie.
Ambra Monroe:
This is no longer the same Grimes from Inferno Wrestling, he will do ANYTHING to get the win... And if Keelan still had any doubt, I guess now it's time for him to reconsider his relationship with the Captain.
Peyton Holland:
Anyway, Keelan Jayce joined Jenni Anderson onto the next round of the Battle For The Briefcase. To find out who his opponent will be? You better make sure you tune into Riot this saturday, and of course, Millennium next Wednesday.
Ambra Monroe:
Thanks for joining us here tonight!
He did it! Keelan Jayce beat Gavin Grimes, advancing to the next round of the Battle For The Briefcase!
Ambra Monroe:
He may have won the match, but he doesn't look too happy.
Peyton Holland:
Someone he considered a friend just tried to carve his skull, knowing how dangerous this can be for the Aussie.
Ambra Monroe:
This is no longer the same Grimes from Inferno Wrestling, he will do ANYTHING to get the win... And if Keelan still had any doubt, I guess now it's time for him to reconsider his relationship with the Captain.
Peyton Holland:
Anyway, Keelan Jayce joined Jenni Anderson onto the next round of the Battle For The Briefcase. To find out who his opponent will be? You better make sure you tune into Riot this saturday, and of course, Millennium next Wednesday.
Ambra Monroe:
Thanks for joining us here tonight!