Post by gvb on Jun 8, 2020 14:40:58 GMT -6
Riot in Illinois VII
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Saturday, June 6th, 2020
The seventh episode of Riot In Illinois opens ip to the usual clip showing footage of the most popular Riot superstars, from the two contenders to the main title, Henri Black and Glory Braddock, to the actual champions Echo and Hayley Halsey, cutting to the Golden Era, the Estabilishment, the Brothers McMilliion, Kelsey Spencer and one by one all the other superstars. As "Riot" by Three Days Grace fades the camera cuts to the commentary table for Figgles and Amy's usual rundown of tonight's card. They mentioned tonight's debuts, Alex Andrews and Morgan Malice in tag team action against Warblade 42 and the Bad Boyz taking on Omari Johnson and Topher Constantine. Figgles poitned out that Tank Steiner would make his debut as well, at least on the orange brand as he faces Andrew Wilkow in a match between super heavyweights. More interesting matches would be Kelsey Spencer taking on Hayley Halsey and the tag match between The Establishment and the odd couple of Echo and Brien Storm. A stacked card leading up to the main event, the second match of the series between Glory Braddock and Henri Black to be contested under submission only rules.
The scene cuts to the backstage area. We are a young woman finishing up tying her boots. After she finished that task, she looks up at the camera.
Alex Andrews:
Hi there!
A bright cheery smile comes across her face.
Alex Andrews:
I know you don't know me for Adam. Allow me to remedy that. My name is Alex. Alex Amdrews. And truth be told. I'm new. Quite new at this whole thing, but don't take me for being a cake walk. What I lack in experience, I more than make up in grit and determination.
Her smile turns into a bit of a sly one.
Alex Andrews:
I've seen I've got myself a tag team partner for my debit match. That suits me just fine, Morgan Malice can more than hold her own and it shows. She has the experience I might lack. We have ourselves quite the test in front of us, don't we? A bonified tag team, with years of experience together.
Alex has a contemplative look on her face, tapping her chin as she thinks.
Alex Andrews:
I have no doubt our chances might look bleak to some, but I have faith. In myself and my tag partner. I have all the tools I need to take the fight to them. And then, you'll not soon be forgetting my name.
She winks at the camera and playfully bats it away as she gets up and walks off.
Tag Team Match
Warblade 42 VS Alex Andrews & Morgan Malice
The first match of the night saw two debuts, teaming up together against Warblade 42. An odd pairing, if you will, a sixteen years veteran in Morgan teaming up with an absolute rookie who just had her first match in Rose City a few days prior to her MWE debut, and the two of them were set to face a team who has been together for years, perfecting their chemistry. Despite the odds seemed stacked against them, the experience and strength of Morgan put her team on the driver’s seat as she managed to keep Niko in check, showing a strong submission game on top of the power moves you’d expect from someone her size, such as various suplexes. A saito suplex threw Niko close to the friendly corner and, although not without showing some doubts, gave the tag to the younger opponent. Alex entered the ring with a diving senton on Yua, obtaining a two count before the Blade Maiden Of Tokyo kicked out. Alex showed a lot of potential in her first minutes in a Riot ring, but eventually her inexperience allowed Niko to block a suplex attempt and counter with one of her own. Valkyrie was waiting for the tag, but Alex was still standing on the way between her and the Dane. Nonetheless Niko charged toward Val and Andrews blocked her, looking for another suplex. And again Yua slipped away, this time landing behind the rookie and launching her against the corner with a released belly to back. Valkyrie had less troubles in taking and maintaining control, her size giving her a big advantage on the opponent who was recoiling toward the ropes under the strikes of the Great Dane Bitch. Alex was sent against the ropes by an irish whip and when she bounced back she was met with a big boot to the face. The near falls started piling up for the Warmaiden Of Roskilde, Morgan had to save her younger partner after Vee broke her in half with a spear. There was an intense staredown between the two powerhouse, a prelude to the clash that actually happened a minute later when Alex eventually managed to stun the blonde with an enziguri and reach her corner. Heavy strikes began to fly from both Valkyrie and Malice in a brawl right in the centre of the ring. Morgan got a bit of an advantage when she chained together three consecutive strikes and scooped up the Omega Academy trainer, slamming her to the canvas. When she hit the ropes to gain some speed and drop her knee on the grounded opponent, Valkyrie rolled out of the way and quickly kicked her down. Niko came in after the tag and drove the knee to Morgan’s face as the australian was getting up to a seated position. In this phase of the match Niko’s speed and agility turned to be a devastating weapon against the worn out veteran. But no matter what Niko did, Morgan just wasn’t staying down. The Malicious one even found the energy to make a comeback and almost scored the decisive pinfall with a quick bridging german suplex. When she got up to her feet, she was surprised by a blind tag from Alex who was eager to make an impression with her partner and the fans watching at home. Morgan looked perplexed as she left the ring, but the impressive volley of kicks she knocked Niko down with was making her reconsider it. Unfortunately it didn’t last long as Yua ducked a roundhouse kick and took the opponent down with a neckbreaker, before making the tag to Valkyrie. The Great Dane Bitch made quick work of the rookie, wearing her down with powerbombs and suplexes and leaving her laying flat on her back in the middle of the ring, calling in her partner for the Knockout Junction that gave them the win. WINNER: Warblade 42 BY: Pinfall (Knockout Junction), 13:20 |
Sir Figgles: "Hey look at this! The real tag team won, shocking right?"
Amy Maynard: "It's not really surprising, chemistry and experience as a team is something that can't be taught. But it was a great performance for Andrews and Malice."
Sir Figgles: "They tried, Alex showed some rough talent, Morgan is no stranger to the business. But individual performances, as great as they can be, don'twin tag matches."
Amy Maynard: "It's not really surprising, chemistry and experience as a team is something that can't be taught. But it was a great performance for Andrews and Malice."
Sir Figgles: "They tried, Alex showed some rough talent, Morgan is no stranger to the business. But individual performances, as great as they can be, don'twin tag matches."
Where is this laughter coming from? Just down the hall in the backstage area of the arena that hosts MWE Riot. The laughter is that of reigning HKW Bloodlust Champion Kimberly Williams, who is skipping around in circles all the while laughing incredulously. Is she laughing because she’s insane? Well, no. She’s not insane, even if she wants you to think it and she is a good actress! But there is reason for her laughter, as we will soon find out.
Kimberly Williams:
Come on out!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
NO!
That is the voice of “The Archangel” Jessica Lasiewicz, one half of the team known as Fabulous. Jessica and her tag team partner Summer Collins have not been booked since their tag team title opportunity at Dark Web, but she is the half-sister of Kimberly WIlliams and perhaps that is why she is here tonight in support of Kimberly, who will be facing Noris Cranley in short order.
Kimberly Williams:
You owe me!
A few moments later Jessica emerges from the shadows holding a cheerleader uniform with “Kim” written on the front. Kimberly, seeing that her sister is not wearing it, immediately begins to pout.
Kimberly Williams:
Hey! You promised!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
I promised you nothing.
Kimberly Williams:
I thought the agreement was if you didn’t win the tag titles at Dark Web then you’d be my cheerleader for one match.
The Archangel sighs and nods her head.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Yes, that was the agreement…
Kimberly Williams:
Sooooooo why aren’t you wearing it?! I got a match tonight against some bloke named Noris Cranley!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Bloke?
Kimberly Williams:
It’s a word Tommy my boyfriend taught me!
The Archangel rolls her eyes.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Look, the point is we had a counter deal; if YOU didn’t win the Junior Heavyweight Title at Dark Web then you would be the one wearing this ridiculous getup.
She tosses it to Kimberly who catches it. The Woman Scorned looks at it and sighs.
Kimberly Williams:
Ok, fine, you got a point. But will you at least be at ringside to support me?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
I don’t know, but I’ll consider it.
Kimberly Williams:
Yay!
The HKW Bloodlust Champion begins to skip happily away as Jessica Lasiewicz is left to roll her eyes.
"Okay.
The money comes, the money comes.
Yeah the money comes, oh when the money comes.
I did it once, I did it twice, it ain't my last one.
You just mad, bruh, cause you ain't never had none."
"G.O.A.T." by CFO'$ plays, as the green strobe lights flashes throughout the empty Enterprise Arena. Michael Ali (wearing a white dry fit Jordan polo shirt, khaki Levi's jeans and black & white Jordan 1 Retro) makes his way out on stage, as he makes his way down the short ramp and to the ring, a few cheers are heard.
Amy Maynard:
The Bad Boyz are here in the building, cheering on Michael Ali.
It is Marcus Ali Jr Khalil Washington III and The Masked Angel all in the audience area sitting and cheering on Michael Ali, who is now making his way up the steel steps. Michael enters the ring and given a microphone by the ringside crew.
Sir Figgles:
Ali is quite fit for his age.
Amy Maynard:
I agree probably the best shape in his life.
Lights return to normal and his theme song fades soon after.
Michael Ali:
Face to face, man to human Superman. That is what me calling out Omari Johnson has been dubbed as all week long. ....Well Omari, let's not waste time, get out here. I've got a few things I need to get off my chest.
It does not take long for "Superhuman" by Blacklist Regulars begins to play. The white and blue lights begins to flicker as Omari Johnson (sporting a black Human Superman t-shirt, faded blue jeans and black Nikes) walks out on to the stage.
Amy Maynard:
And there he is,The Human Superman, who will be teaming with Topher Constantine Jr later tonight right here on Riot.
Bias against Johnson, The Bad Boyz sitting in the empty arena are booing Omari as he making his way down the ramp.
Sir Figgles:
And you would think Omari would be the fan favourite here tonight.
Amy Maynard:
The Coronavirus have turn the world of wrestling upside down. But I assure you the people at home is fully behind Omari Johnson.
Before entering the ring he stares at Michael Ali who is patiently waiting.
Amy Maynard:
Omari, staring hole through the heart of Michael Ali.
By now the lights returned normal and Omari's theme song begins to fade as he enters the square circle with a microphone in hand.
Michael Ali:
Well I'm glad you decided to come out here.
Omari smirks and shakes his head.
Omari Johnson:
And what are they doing there? Ready to ambush me?
Michael smiles and shakes at Omari raising one finger.
Michael Ali:
You're very observant son.
Omari steps up to Michael who quickly backs away.
Michael Ali:
I know, I know...... Just a bad habit I have. But continuing. You are very observant, but I know you are smarter than that. You see in this very ring, right after your debut match, The Bad Boyz came out if nowhere and gave a well deserved spanking.
Omari Johnson:
Let them try it again.
Michael Ali:
Oh no, no, not tonight Omari. There will be no chaos inside this ring tonight. Tonight, right now, it's between you and I, that's it.
Omari Johnson:
I don't believe that for one second. Why else would The Bad Boyz, be at ring side?
Michael Ali:
One, they're not at ring side, they're where the audience would be in the country wasn't in a pandemic crisis. And whether you believe me or not, that's not why we are here. I called you out, because one I didn't appreciate you kicking me in the face on that raining night.
Omari Johnson:
A well deserved kick.
Michael ain't smiling now, as Omari turned the tables on him. But he holds in what he really wants to tell Omari Johnson, and continues with what he planned on telling him.
Michael Ali:
You hate me, I get it. But there is so much you don't know and soon, everything will come to light. It's just that, you ain't ready for everything to come to light just yet.
Omari looks a bit confused, as he is not sure what Michael Ali is talking about.
Omari Johnson:
What is it you are not telling me? Spill it!!!
Michael for one second stares at Omari, getting lost in a day dream for a couple seconds, before he gets out of it.
Michael Ali:
That's for another day, another time.
Omari Johnson:
I'm not playing games Michael.
Michael Ali:
And neither am I.
The two are face to face, eye to eye.
Omari Johnson:
I hate you.
A smiling Michael nods.
Michael Ali:
You can hate me all you want, but what you can't hate, is everything I did for you to get you at this point.
Omari Johnson:
I didn't ask for your help .
Michael Ali:
You didn't ask for help, but you needed the help and you didn't turn it down. Your mom working two little jobs as a waitress at a diner and a cleaner for a motel couldn't help you.
Omari Johnson:
You say anything else about my mom, and just like the deserving kick, you'll get another one.
Michael Ali:
ll that build up anger in you, blinding you from the truth.
Omari Johnson:
And what's that?
Michael Ali:
You owe me, you owe The Bad Boyz your entire career and one day you will offer your career on a silver platter to The Bad Boyz, you will beg us to accept you.
Omari Johnson:
I will never become a Bad Boy, less yet offer my career, that I worked my ass off for, to you. Who the hell you think you are?
Michael Ali:
Exactly!!! You have no idea and until then, I will continue giving you what you need to elevate yourself in this businesses. And what you need is to let out all that build up anger. In a losing effort you will face my nephew the former WBO Junior Heavyweight Champion in this very ring at the next MWE pay-per-view.
We can here The Bad Boyz cheering, as Omari smiles.
Michael Ali:
Wipe that smile off your face. You see as I was able to negotiate with Management, should you meet my nephew Marcus in a one on one match at the next MWE pay-per-view, you would have to compete in match of The Bad Boyz choosing next week on Riot.
Omari smirks and laughs.
Omari Johnson:
I could go right now. But of course you'll have wait. Get in my mind, like you have always done.
A smiling Michael nods in agreement.
Omari Johnson:
So what is it huh? A two on one handicap match? Or maybe that's not good enough. Yuh gotta stack the deck in a three on one handicap match. Soften me up, so your nephew can pick the bones when it's all said and done.
Michael simply stands there and smiles at Omari.
Michael Ali:
You done speculating? Nobody is going to stack the deck against you. I wouldn't want you to get permanently injured, then what good would you be to The Bad Boyz? ......So before I was rudely interrupted, by your speculation and conspiracies. Next week inside this very ring, you're going to be locked up just like your fake ass so called father inside fifteen foot high Steel Cage against the Mercenary Assassin, The Masked Angel.
Amy Maynard:
A Steel Cage Match next week on Riot.
Sir Figgles:
Things are picking real fast between The Bad Boyz and Johnson.
Once again The Bad Boyz erupts with cheers, as Omari looks at The Masked Angel who is staring right back at him.
Michael Ali:
And like your dead beat fake ass father.......
And out of nowhere Omari answers back with the Super Duper Kick, taking off the head of Michael Ali.
Amy Maynard:
And just like that.....
Sir Figgles:
A cheap shot by Omari.
The Bad Boyz quickly jumps over the barricades, but by the time they storm the ring, Omari had already retreated to the outside, he the climbs over the barricade and makes his exit as "Superhuman" begins to play.
Sir Figgles:
And now Omari is running like a scared animal.
Amy Maynard:
When the numbers are stacked against you, best way to counter attack is strike first, retreat after.
Sir Figgles:
Marcus Ali Jr, is going to want to get his hands on Omari later tonight in the Tag match.
Meanwhile Marcus stands in the ring by The Masked Angel, clearly not happy with what just went down. Meanwhile Khalil is down on one knee checking on an out cold Michael Ali.
Singles Match
Kimberly Williams VS Noris CranleyIt’s no secret that the two competitors have their eyes set on the Junior Heavyweight championship currently held by Hayley Halsey. The competition surrounding that title has never been higher, as the huge ladder match at Dark Web II proved. With a crowd like that jockeying for position, a win tonight could be a huge boost up the ranks for either of them, and this lead to one of the most intense opening sequences to memory. Hard strikes from Kim that pushed Noris in the corner, him creating an opening with a headbutt and lifting himself onto the second rope for a diving tornado ddt. And then near falls, a lot of them in a long sequence of cradles and counters, ended with both competitors getting up to their feet with a simultaneous kip ups. After a quick staredown, Noris hit the opponent with a quick kick to the stomach, using an irish whip to send her against the ropes. Williams countered it and it was Cranley who went for a run, bouncing back and ducking under the Underground Bloodlust champion’s leapfrog. jumping on the middle rope for a springboard cutter. The first pinfall attempt of the match only gave him a two count. The fast paced contest continued with some spectacular spots. Kimberly was on fire with a series of shoot kicks to the chest of the kneeled opponent, catching him from behind with a forward somersault cutter. Noris kicked out in two and reacted with a stiff chop to the chest, hitting a few more before he doubled her over with a knee to the stomach and jumped on her back to flip her into a pinning predicament with a yoshi tonic. When Kimberly kicked out, he took a couple of steps back to measure her up for a superkick as soon as she stood up to a seated position. Tom Waits’ “God’s Away On Business” blaring out of the loudspeakers turned his attention to the stage, where his “playfellow” Saki appeared with that twisted smile on her face. He yelled at her to go away, but the Kawaii Deathmachine didn’t listen, starting to walk down the ramp. Noris’ attention was now divided between his opponent and the lunatic Saki who was quickly approaching, and whose intentions were not clear. Kimberly caught him off guard and planted him with a reverse ddt making a quick cover as Saki climbed on the apron. “Don’t be tacky, play with Saki!” The SIngapore Mauler repeated her famous mantra as Cranley kicked out from the lateral press. She watched from the apron, tilting her head to the left and right and watching first Noris, then Kimberly and back again to the Unstoppable. The two competitors shared a quick glance before throwing a superkick each to the former Empire Extreme Champion, knocking her off the apron. And now that Saki was no longer a distraction they could go back to their business, Noris being the quicker and catching the Woman Scorned with a sudden Reset out of nowhere. And this time, Williams failed to kick out in time. WINNER: Noris Cranley BY: Pinfall (Reset), 9:36 |
Amy Maynard: "Looks like Saki's plan didn't work the way it was supposed to go."
Sir Figgles: "Bold of you to assume she had a plan."
Amy Maynard: "I believe she came here to distract Noris and cost him the match, or flat-out attack him. You know, play with him as she would say."
Sir Figgles: "I think she just came out knowing that something would happen, no matter what."
Sir Figgles: "Bold of you to assume she had a plan."
Amy Maynard: "I believe she came here to distract Noris and cost him the match, or flat-out attack him. You know, play with him as she would say."
Sir Figgles: "I think she just came out knowing that something would happen, no matter what."
The footage cut back from the commercial, the very beautiful Eloise K. LeBeau is seen pacing backstage on her mobile phone, clearly holding conversation with one of her clients, that client being her younger sister, Leia, who was brutally attacked the week prior. That attack from Asher, one of a series that had targeted Leia’s boyfriend, Donovan, as well as Donnie’s tag partner Jay Gallagher, had been a huge talking point recently, combined with Eloise’s comments that nothing at all had seemingly been done about it by MWE management.
Eloise K. LeBeau:
Leia, I know. I’m attempting to get a meeting, but it seems my tweets have been ignored, for the most part, and my requests and statements have been as well. But this is a matter that needs dealing with, and I agree, it is not being dealt with.
The noise from the other end of the phone was clearly loud, but the words could not be made out. Leia was clearly ranting, far from what she was like on camera, but Eloise was calm and understanding as she paced her way through the halls in a skin tight business suit.
Eloise K. LeBeau:
The fines seem to be worn like a badge of honour, and most of those fined have high paying contracts elsewhere, so the financial side does not bother them whatsoever. And that is all that seems to be done to deter them… Yes, I tried at Millennium as well, I know Mr. Moretti has a client there, but I am unsure whether he is distracted because of that, or preoccupied with signings and lunch meetings.
She shook her head, before her beautiful face had the look of thunder upon it, eyes gaping in shock at what she was hearing.
Eloise K. LeBeau:
I swear, I swear if Donnie has come here, Leia, I will not be impressed at all… Yes, I know all about his stubbornness, and I know how much you are hurting… Do not tell me you couldn’t stop him ‘popping’ out?
Eloise shook her head, pulling out a second mobile phone as she seemed to be typing some messages into it, listening to each word on the other line as she did so.
Eloise K. LeBeau:
I will have the meeting with Mr. Moretti, I swear it. I will have answers, and I will demand action… No, no I have not heard from her recently. Not since their birthday… But I fear the worst.
Anger turned to worry, and as Eloise took in a deep sigh, she closed her eyes, taking in what was said on the other line.
Eloise K. LeBeau:
I will keep you updated, Leia. The Show will go on, I promise you that. But if action is not set, and direction not given, you may need to make an entirely new show, on a very different platform.
Tag Team Match
Topher Constantine Junior & Omari Johnson VS The Bad Boyz
The Bad Boyz have been a constant presence on Riot in the past few weeks, playing a part in Omari’s side trying to convince him to join their ranks, even doing it the hard way. In their Riot debut the team of Marcus Ali Jr and Khali Washington III took on Johnson and the man who stood up for him last week, that Topher Constantine Junior who looks to be nothing like his brother, at least as far as the attitude goes. TCJ was confirming the good impression he made in his first appearance, quickly earning an early advantage on the slower KW3 with his high flying techniques. After a volley of kicks Junior went for the Or Something, his patented hurricanrana, following up with a pinning predicament. Marcus was right there to break it up with a kick to the back before the two. Topher and Omari tried to work together, landing a double suplex on Khali. As soon as he tried to make the cover, the other Bad Boy entered the ring and dropped an elbow to his lower back. With absolute disregard of the rules, Khali and Marcus were now double teaming Johnson despite no tag having been made. Forcing him in the corner they started an authentic beatdown with punches to the ribcage and stomach. The referee tried to separate them but they just weren’t listening and when Topher decided to do something about it and step into the ring to help out his partner, the referee blocked him, turning his back on the Bad Boyz who took the chance to do some more damage to Omari, choking him with their feet pressing on his throat. Despite the almost constant two on one onslaught, the tenacious Omari was able to find an opening when he countered Marcus’ powerbomb attempt with a series of punches to the head to stun the Bad Boy before shifting his bodyweight to plant him on his head with a hurricanrana. He then tried to reach his corner but Khali entered the ring and grabbed him with a waist lock, lifting him for a german suplex. Omari landed on his feet and quickly found the balance to hit the opponent with a Super Duper kick right on the chin. With both the Bad Boyz down, Omari did the wise thing and went for the tag , allowing a fresh Topher to get back in the ring and bravely taking on both opponents, bombarding Marcus with a series of rapid fire forearms to the face to knock him down. He then turned around and dodged Khali’s clothesline, sending him out of the ring with a dropkick. When he got back to his feet, he found Marcus waiting for him with the first of a series of pendulum backbreakers. After Ali made the tag to his partner, things turned from bad to worse for Topher, who got literally manhandled by Washington for several minutes, with an array of suplexes, including a stalling vertical version with an impressive hang time. Constantine had his moments, almost obtaining the three with a tornado ddt. By the end of the match, when Omari and Topher were controlling the match with quick tags to wear Khalil down, the Masked Angel stepped over the barricade, approaching the ring with bad intentions. Omari tagged himself out and took a run to the ropes, taking out the mysterious enforced with a spectacular corkscrew senton to the outside. Topher entered the ring and was met by a kick between the legs by KW3 who took advantage of the referee’s distraction to hit the low blow. Topher was still on his feet, clutching at his crotch when Washington came at him at full speed and took him out with the Drive By Spear. Omari tried the save but the Masked Angel recovered in time to grab his foot as he was sliding back in the ring to pull him out and launch him against the table. WINNER: Bad Boyz BY: Pinfall (Drive By Spear), 12:06 |
Sir Figgles: "Great win for the Bad Boyz in their debut."
Amy Maynard: "I wouldn't say it was that impressive. They needed the masked Angel to help them out."
Sir Figgles: "God, you're so obnoxious tonight Amy!"
Amy Maynard: "I wouldn't say it was that impressive. They needed the masked Angel to help them out."
Sir Figgles: "God, you're so obnoxious tonight Amy!"
Backstage, Kelsey Spencer is shown in her ring gear, ready to compete tonight.
Kelsey Spencer:
"This company needs people like you." That's what my tag team partner, Nina, told me before our match last week. And you know what? I believe her when she says that. I do. I believe that Millennium needs someone like me, just like any wrestling promotion anywhere in the world needs someone like me. You see, it's taken me a damn long time to realise this, but it's true: I'm not made of the stuff that makes a champion in this sport. That's not my role to fill. The fact of it all is that when it comes to what makes someone worthy of a championship ... well, I'm just too far removed from that. I don't have those qualities. A champion needs to carry themself in a certain way. The way they act, the way they talk. I'm not very good at that. What I'm good at is wrestling. Having great matches.
I'll be stepping into the ring against Hayley Halsey tonight. She's a prime example of what a soon-to-be super star looks like. She's young, she's talented, she's a great talker.She ticks every box, as far as a profitable champion is concerned. Heck, I'm gonna go out on a limb right now and say that Hayley Halsey is a future World Champion in Millennium Wrestling. But, for all the promise she shows, she's not quite there yet.
That's where I come in. As a great professional wrestler, I fit the criteria to be the perfect opponent for Hayley Halsey. Someone who won't go down so easily. I can give her time to figure things out practically ... maybe hit a move a certain way and figure out that it makes more of an impact that it would've otherwise. Some form of a crash test dummy, if you will. And the folks watching at home will get a good show out of it. Everyone wins.
Millennium Wrestling does need people like me. Millennium Wrestling needs people like Kelsey Spencer to be the perfect opponent for their mega stars in the making. A reliable good hand to give a stellar performance that elevates everyone.
That's my role. It's what I'm good at. It's all I'm good at.
And it's all I'll ever be.
Singles Match
Asher Miles VS SakiAsher was waiting for his opponent in the ring but Saki never came out of the curtains. The camera cut backstage to show the Kawaai Deathmachine getting punched in her face by the Wildcard Kimberly Williams. Saki fought back with a couple of heabutts but Williams took once again control and launched her through a drywall. The two women fought a little longer until Williams clocked the former Empire Extreme Champion with her Infinity Gauntlet. Inside the ring, Asher gladly took the win via forfeit, thanking the referee for making the right call. WINNER: Wrestler BY: Method, Time |
Backstage we see Khalil Washington III (wearing a black hoodie, black Levi's jeans and black Under Armour tactical boots), he is on his iPhone texting somebody he has a devious smile on his face. Suddenly he stops smiling and looks up to see Topher Constantine Jr checking out his conversation.
Khalil Washington III:
What the hell do yuh think you're doing?
Topher simply shrugs his shoulders up and then down, as indicating he dont know.
Topher Constantine Jr.:
So... Like... Nothing, bro-dude.
Khalil looks to continue his conversation through text, but Topher is still there hovering over him.
Khalil Washington III:
Bruh, this ain't cool. What the heck do you want?
Topher simply keeps staring at Khalil, probably too lazy to say much else.
Khalil Washington III:
That's it I'm outta here, can't have privacy. If it's the Government, it's iPhone. If it's not iPhone, it's a Constantine sticking their nose where it doesn't belong.
Topher slightly knocks Khalil on his leg, Khalil looks down frustrated, only to look up and see Topher pointing at something behind him.
Topher Constantine Jr.:
So... Like... Look behind you bro-guy.
The Third turns around to see a random portrait of President Trump signaling the government.
Khalil Washington III:
I hate Trump!!!
Clearly annoyed, Khalil looks to put away his phone in his pocket, only to have Topher hold his arm.
Topher Constantine Jr.:
So... Like... Look at your like phone dude-bro.
Topher then points at the Apple logo behind the iPhone signaling Apple corporation.
Khalil Washington III:
You think you're funny, but I don't think you're funny. But I get it. Earlier tonight wasn't enough, yuh wanna to go a round two, huh?
Topher Constantine Jr.:
So... Like...
Topher pauses, choosing to nod instead of answering, before pointing at Khalil and walking away. Khalil continues to look frustrated. He turns around and grabs the portrait of Trump. Showing signs of paranoia, he looks behind the picture. He notices a small gadget, clearly a camera.
Khalil Washington III:
I knew it!!!
Khalil looks confused before tossing the camera to floor and stepping on it, before quickly walking away.
Singles Match
Andrew Wilkow VS Tank SteinerTwo super heavyweights squaring off in a match that, since the opening bell, didn’t let down whoever was expecting a hard hitting contest. The new and improved version of Andrew Wilkow after the #SandstormEnergy cure has been a one man wrecking crew since Dark Web, and not only here on Riot. But if anyone could match him in pure strength, that would be Tank Steiner who stoically took a few shots before beginning to fight back with his world famous and feared chops. One after the other, he pushed Wilkow in the corner, hitting him with some more knife edge chops that echoed in the empty Enterprise Arena, and left a big bruise on Wilkow’s muscular chest. With an Irish whip he sent Andrew in the opposite corner, charging in and squashing the Appalachian Mountain Monster with a splash. Tank went for other chops, but this time Drew ducked it and gave proof of his incredible strength by lifting the 340 pounder and taking him to the mat with a spinebuster, sitting on his chest to rain some lefts and rights to the Austrian face. The two behemoths were out here trying to outdo one another, not only in the striking field, but with suplexes as well. For a few minutes they mirrored one another with Steiner connecting a suplex on Wilkow and Devin Hearst’s goon doing the same to him, not without effort. A minute later Drew connected a sidewalk slam for a count of two, while Tank answered with one of his own after countering an irish whip. As often happened in even contests like this one, experience would become a huge factor, the key to turn the tables. And Tank had plenty more of that than his opponent, thus being able to break the siege with a couple of hard heabutts to rock the opponent, sending him against the ropes and hitting Das Boot (big boot). And then the big men kicked into high gear, showing a surprising speed and agility for someone his size. A running senton from Herr Steiner almost got the job done for him, but Wilkow kicked out just in the nick of time. After a few stomps and a legdrop to keep him down, Tank climbed to the top rope, ready for his Der Große Kaboom, his spectacular top rope moonsault.Halfway up, Tank spotted Devin Hearst sitting in the front row. The former Dog Of War had a smirk on his face as he told Tank to go back to Millennium, and stay away from his brand. This gave Wilkow time to slide between the man’s legs and powerbomb him to the canvas. As Tank was starting to get up to his feet, Andrew hit the ropes and bounced back to hit a massive LARIAAAAAAAAT! making the cover and picking up a win. WINNER: Andrew Wilkow BY: Pinfall (LARIAAAAAAAAT!), 11:45 |
Sir Figgles: "Haha that's my champ!"
Amy Maynard: "What is he doing here?"
Sir Figgles: "He's keeping the standards of this show, his show, high as always."
Amy Maynard: "Tank already didn't like Hearst, but after this last stunt he pulled? I don't know if it was smart of Devin to make an enemy out of Tank..."
Amy Maynard: "What is he doing here?"
Sir Figgles: "He's keeping the standards of this show, his show, high as always."
Amy Maynard: "Tank already didn't like Hearst, but after this last stunt he pulled? I don't know if it was smart of Devin to make an enemy out of Tank..."
Riot cuts to the studio where an unamused, self-proclaimed “Super Glorious Champion” Hayley Halsey looks like she’s got quite a bit to get off of her chest. Considering the events of last week, she’s not in a good mood whatsoever, looking quite irked. There’s a bit of confliction within her, but she’s still pushing through knowing that what she has to say is something that definitely needs to be heard.
Hayley Halsey:
And everyone decries the Glorious Golden Era as a cancer in this company, right?
Hayley lets out a mocking scoff before she continues on.
Hayley Halsey:
What happened last week is a prime example of what needs to change in this business. I wasn’t trained or brought up in this business to deal with that crap and honestly, it’s starting to get a bit tiring. It seems as if any time I step into the ring with Krissy Spencer these days, some type of inconclusive nonsense has to happen and this irks the crap out of me because SERIOUSLY… I KNOW I am better than Krissy Spencer… Krissy “I am always in the shadows of someone else” Spencer and I still haven’t proven that for a fact so needless to say, I’m pretty damn pissed off at the shenanigans of APE. I’m not going to take a hero’s stand against this because to hell with all that, but crap like APE is exactly why the Glorious Golden Era exists! The Glorious Golden Era is around to PREVENT viruses like APE from infecting our business with their never ending bullshit!
But WE’RE the villains, right?
It’s laughable, really. The fact of the matter is… while the Glorious Golden Era can go out of their way to do something right and to take the fight to APE, the fact of the matter is that there isn’t a person or an entity on this roster that deserves our help! There isn’t anyone here that deserves to be helped because of how much we’ve been demonized. The way I see it, if we have to deal with them, then we have to deal with them, but we’re doing this for the business, not for all the “WOE IS US, WE HAVE TO SAVE THE WORLD” crap that some of you anti-APE folks have been preaching.
And one of those stupid, annoying anti-APE folks that are trying SO damn hard is the Spencer that I’m facing tonight… no… not Krissy… Kelsey… you know… the one that is actually worth my time?
Also known as one of the most overrated people on the roster if we’re not mistaken… the girl that’s had HOW many title shots across all divisions but has never won a damn thing? Yeah… her.
On paper… I won’t deny it. I’m the underdog tonight based on reputation and experience… or lack thereof as it pertains to me… yet, I’m not worried about that because this is the type of match where I get to do the thing that I did when I became the MWE Super Glorious Champion in the first place and that’s SHOCK THE WORLD!
You hear that, Kelsey? I’m going to shock the world again and this time it’s going to be at your expense and personally, this is going to be extremely satisfying for me seeing as how you’re SO overhyped and you’ve got so many people praising you as a future world champion that for the sake of this company, I hope you never become. If Krissy’s attitude toward me is anything to go by, I bet you’re going to look past me, aren’t you? I bet you’re going to be looking ahead to Chris Constantine Jr. or that you’re going to be looking over your shoulder fearing that APE is going to emerge… so much so that you’re going to leave me an opening to slip in there and SHOCK THE WORLD again…
Granted…
I HOPE that doesn’t happen… not because I CARE about you Kelsey… because I REALLY don’t care about you… but because the last thing someone like you deserves to have is an ‘excuse’ for why I beat you. I want to beat you so I can silence the hype. I want to beat you to further legitimize what the Glorious Golden Era is all about. I’m not here to take a cheap victory, Kelsey…
I’m here to shock the world again and leave no doubt as to who the real future star is around here…
They call me the next in line for a reason, Kelsey…
But tonight? YOU’LL be next in line as far as my ascension to the future crown that awaits me down the road!
Hayley remains confident and determined as she leaves the scene, making it as clear as day that she’s not there to be Kelsey’s… or anyone’s… pushover tonight.
Singles Match
Kelsey Spencer VS Hayley HalseyKelsey Spencer started the match offering a handshake to the opponent, who didn’t seem interested in showing the same sportsmanship. This brought a bitter smile to the former Uncanny Socialite’s face, but she didn’t look too surprised. The bell finally rang and the pair began moving in circles. Kelsey was the one making the first move, going for Halsey’s leg and taking her down. Spencer went for an early submission attempt, looking to work on that leg to undermine the Junior Heavyweight champion’s mobility, but Hayley was quick to crawl to the ropes before the ankle lock was even locked in. She even rolled out of the ring, driving her shoulder between the top and middle rope and into Kelsey’s mid section as the Australian tried to drag her back in. Spencer was doubled over and Hayley attempted a quick pinfall with a slingshot sunset flip to obtain the first near fall of the match. The match went on with Kelsey keeping control for extended periods, slowing down the pace with her technical background without disdaining sudden accelerations chaining together striking combinations and suplex variations. In a few occasions she came close to the win, for example with her Spitfire Suplex (straightjacket german suplex) but it wasn’t enough to keep the Junior Heavyweight champion down. Hayley didn’t limit herself to survive, keeping coming back and connecting some high impact moves of her own, although her every time she tried to build momentum, Kelsey was able to counter and take back control. At least until the New Vainglorious nailed her with a tornado ddt, hooking the legs for a long two count. But now the tables had turned, the big move left Kelsey dazed and open to her opponent’s stiff kicks. A spinning heel kick knocked Spencer down and Hayley made another cover after a moonsault double knee drop. A moment before the three, Kel kicked out. After a floatover backbreaker, Halsey went high risk, climbing up to the top rope for her So Ridiculous, finding nobody home. As she crashed and burned on the canvas, Kelsey tried to capitalize with a quick pinning predicament, but once again Hayley stayed in the match. Spencer connected a backbreaker of her own, leaving Hayley flat on her back in the middle of the ring perfectly positioned for her cartwheel legdrop. One belly to belly, one german and a northern lights suplex later the Australian was back in absolute control, waiting for the opportunity to end the match. And that’s when the Golden Era showed up to provide a distraction in order to help their partner. Kelsey let out a deep sigh, finding herself in an all too familiar situation. This time though the Brothers McMillion came to her rescue, taking care of the tag team champions. Amidst the confusion, Hayley caught Kelsey from behind in a waistlock, trying to steal a win with an O’Connor Roll and a handful of tights, but Kelsey somehow kicked out, rolling back on her feet and catching the opponent with a quick kick to the stomach/Deprivation DDT combination. WINNER: Kelsey Spencer BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 13:11 |
Amy Maynard: "Hayley gave her a run of his money, but in the end, Kelsey is the one who walked out with the win"
Sir Figgles: "Kelsey just got lucky, lucky that there was no title on the line, or else she would have just choked like every other time."
Sir Figgles: "Kelsey just got lucky, lucky that there was no title on the line, or else she would have just choked like every other time."
The scene opens in an empty office space backstage. Jared Constable is sitting on a desk all himself. In the background there is a chalkboard. The only thing written on the board is “PATIENCE.”
Jared Constable:
A-hem, my name is Jarad Constable. The word of the day is PATIENCE.
Jared points to the chalkboard behind him to drive home the point.
Jared Constable:
Ms. Anderson and Mr. Manning didn’t build their respective empires outside of pro wrestling overnight. They didn’t wake up one day. Look in the mirror. And poof, instant empire. No. It took years of hard work. Dedication. A drive to succeed to make them exactly who they are today. It is why Mr. Manning is a former General Manager and an esteemed champion. It is why Ms. Anderson is also an esteemed champion, a GCW Hall of Famer among other things. The key ingredient in both their combined success is PATIENCE.
Has the success they have sought in MWE come instantly? Not in the way they imagined. Do either of my clients pull out their phone, open up Twitter to spew melancholy messages of doom and gloom?
I think not.
Do they prophesied the end of their existence as they knew it?
I think not.
Do they have a weekly crisis of faith when roadblocks befall them?
Nope, I think not.
Jared shakes his head.
Jared Constable:
Mr. Manning and Ms. Anderson understand that the long game is afoot. They are both in line for opportunities. Ms. Anderson has a chance to secure a briefcase that grants her contractual power to do what she pleases, something she typically ensures with her bank account. Mr. Manning by virtue of his previous victory over Echo in a Non Title Invictus Rules match, should be in line for a championship opportunity. With Liv Mercer out of the picture, my client beating the man who holds the record of longest reigning Invictus Champion, there is no question of his legitimacy as the lone top contender.
Patience pays off. All successful people should know this. Anywho, my name is Jared Constable and I, have, spoken.
With a smirk on his face the scene fades to black.
Tag Team Match
The Estabilishment VS Echo & Brien Storm
The match started off with Echo aggressively charging at Jenny and lifting her from the ground, accompanying her in the corner and slamming her against it, asking Pierce to be a man and make the tag. She didn’t have to ask her twice, Manning immediately taking the chance to test himself once again against the Invictus Champion. They started with a collar and elbow tie, Pierce having the slight strength advantage pushed her back until Echo quickly moved into a waistlock. The member of the Establishment blocked her suplex attempt and reversed the hold with a standing switch. Echo didn’t hesitate swinging her elbow back, catching him flush on the jaw and breaking free. A quick run to the ropes to gain some speed and she trampled him with a shoulder tackle, immediately mounting on top of him for some ground and pound action. Pierce got away from it, hitting Echo with a knee to the gut and shoving her head first into the corner. making the tag back to Anderson. That was the difference between the two teams, the Establishment working well together while their opponents lacked the chemistry. Even when Brien made the tag, and you could tell Echo didn’t appreciate the timing since she just managed to take back control with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, their inability to work together and perhaps trust the partner costed her big time. No matter how close Storm’s snap dragon suplex got to three, him refusing to cooperate with his partner when Echo asked for a tag allowed Pierce to recover and catch him with a hip toss, making the tag to the Queenpin who kicked him in the face with a shining wizard. Echo looked frustrated at the Favorite Worst Nightmare, but she still rushed in to save him after Jenni’s Bad Luck Cutter. Out of nowhere Storm blasted Anderson with an enziguri kick to the face, this time heading toward Echo. When he extended his hand for the tag, he found nobody there as Pierce pulled the Invictus champion off the apron. Brien turned around to face Jenni once again, right into the Kick Me Deadly (cartwheel enziguri). And with nobody there to save him, the Establishment brought home the victory, WINNER: The Establishment BY: Pinfall (Kick Me Deadly), 9:57 |
Amy Maynard: "Just like the opening match, chemistry was the key factor in this match."
Sir Figgles: "While Jenni and Pierce were on the same page, Echo and Wilkow were reading two completely different books."
Amy Maynard: "And that was the reason of their downfall."
Sir Figgles: "They never stood a chance to be honest."
Sir Figgles: "While Jenni and Pierce were on the same page, Echo and Wilkow were reading two completely different books."
Amy Maynard: "And that was the reason of their downfall."
Sir Figgles: "They never stood a chance to be honest."
“The following was pre-recorded and paid for by The Glorious Golden Era…”
Classical piano music is heard playing in the background as we fade into a Riot logo backdrop. It isn’t long until “The British Bombshell” and self-proclaimed “Best in the World” steps into the scene from stage left. The blonde haired Braddock beauty is wearing a little purple dress that hugs her every curve and matching purple high heeled patent leather pumps. A confident grin is etched across her lovely face as she stares into the camera. The classical music slowly fades away and it is then, once the music has completely gone silent, that The British Bombshell begins to speak.
Glory Braddock:
There is objective truth and subjective truth. Subjective truth is really an oxymoron because it is not really a truth at all except for oneself. Subjective truth is like asking people what their favorite food is...the fat, out of shape cattle sitting in the audience would no doubt love their meat lovers pizza or a double cheeseburger with extra cholesterol, but for someone like me, I prefer a good Caesar salad. You ask those same people who their favorite wrestler is...some will say Henri Black, and who is to tell them they are wrong? Henri has done quite a lot to earn their support. He is a tremendous athlete with accolades to his name. Then there are also those who support me, The British Bombshell and Best in the World. But no one could say that any of those fans are wrong for liking their respective superstars because it is a subjective truth.
A confident smirk forms across the face of The British Bombshell as she forms the next thought in her gorgeous head and prepares her next statement.
Glory Braddock:
Then you come to objective truth...objective truth is what it is; real truth. The best example of objective truth is math. Two plus two will always equal four and no matter how much you cry, bitch, and moan that you want your answer to be five, your answer is still unequivocally wrong unless your answer is four. A Squared plus B Squared is always going to equal C Squared. Math is the great equalizer because you cannot argue with it. It is pure and simple facts.
Braddock holds up two fingers.
Glory Braddock:
Two...it is a number, objective truth, and to expand upon this there are only TWO individuals who have ever been able to make me tap out during a sanctioned wrestling match; my sister Julia Braddock is one of them, who received the same training as I did and is almost as good as I am. The other is a legend in his own right and a thirteen time world champion, Andreas Lasiewicz. Objective truth is that those are the only two people who can lay claim to the fact that they tapped me out.
She points a long slender finger at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
Henri, you are down one fall to nothing as we enter the second match of this best of five series for the Riot Championship. And due to my victory last week I get to pick the stipulation so I chose the submission match, a match that favors me, a match that highlights wrestling in its purest of forms. You are now entering my world and if you want to tie this series up at one fall apiece then you have to do what only two others before you have managed to do in my twelve plus year career. You have to tap me out...there is no other way and for you there is no way out…
She chuckles nastily.
Glory Braddock:
...of course you could just tap out, and move on to match three, but then you’d have to win three straight matches in order to become Riot Champion. Or I may just make you pass out to Shekhinah Glory, as many have passed out before you. However it goes down, you WILL go down in defeat tonight and the rest of this journey will be like climbing Mt. Everest for you...and for you it will be an impossible task. Sic Semper Tyrannis...
Riot Championship Best Of Five Series Match
Match Two: Submission
Glory Braddock VS Henri BlackMatch Two: Submission
Amy Maynard: “Time for the main event, ladies and gentlemen. Henri Black versus Glory Braddock part two, and tonight it’s a submission match.” Sir Figgles: “A stipulation, let’s not forget, Glory had the chance to pick after winning the first bout. Safe to say she has the advantage walking into this.” Amy Maynard: “I don’t know about that, Jacob. Black is one of the most gifted submission artists in MWE, and possibly the business. If memory serves me right, he hasn’t been submitted in over a year.” Sir Figgles: “Do you know how many people made Glory Braddock tap out in her 12 years career?” Amy Maynard: “I…” SIr Figgles: “Two. And do you know their names?” Amy Maynard: “Of cou…” Sir Figgles: “Julie Braddock, her sister, and Andreas Lasiewicz. Do you really believe Henri Black has what it takes to join this exclusive club?” Amy Maynard: “That’s what we’re about to find out.” As predictable the match started with the two contenders locking up and trading some holds. From Glory’s wristlock, to a hammerlock reversed into a headlock by Henri who then took her down to the canvas. The Best In The World didn’t take long to find wrestle her way out of it, sending Henri against the ropes and using an armdrag to take him to the ground, right into an arm submission. Henri was able to roll through and catch her in a headscissors, but Braddock once again escaped. They were now back to their feet, staring at one another. Amy Maynard: “Until now, he held his own against Glory, don’t you think? As the match continued, the two competitors’ strategies began to show. Henri was obviously going for the leg at any given chance, looking to weakening the limb in preparation to the Memento Mori, his lethal ankle lock. Glory instead opted for a more diverse and unpredictable approach. confident as always and aware of the fact that she had more than a couple of moves in her arsenal to make Black tap out. Including the indian deathlock known as Glorify Thy Name. She tried to lock it, but Henri was too close to the ropes and was able to grab them before any damage was done. Sir Figgles: “Your beau barely got away from it this time..” Amy Maynard: “What the.. Would you stop that already?” Braddock didn’t go easy with the kicks, striking with surgical precision aiming at the shoulders and knees, Henri fought back with a flurry of forearms to keep her away and break her momentum. He was managing to push Glory back against the ropes when all of a sudden the British Bombshell jumped and wrapped her legs around his arm with perfect timing, catching him into a cross armbreaker. Yanking and pulling at his arm with all her strength hyperextending his elbow she kept the submission locked for half a minute before the Revenant, pushing through the pain, picked her up and tossed her against the turnbuckle with a one armed powerbomb. Amy Maynard: “Incredible show of strength and resilience by the Blackstar” Sir Figgles: “Yeah but that arm isn’t in a good shape, I’m telling you.” Henri didn’t use it, keeping it close to his chest and using his educated feet to knock Braddock down with a spinning heel kick. With the opponent down, he tried to shake some feelings back into that arm,but when he went to pick up the Best In The World, she caught his hand and twisted said arm, driving it down onto her knees. Sir Figgles: “Glory is going for another armbar. If she locks it, this could be the end…” Henri read her intention well in advance countering and taking her to the canvas transitioning immediately into an heel hook, catching the British Bombshell off guard. By hook or by crook she escaped it, forcing Henri to let her go by hammering his knee with furious strikes. Getting up to her feet, she met the opponent with an elbow to the face, rocking him and hitting the rope to put some momentum behind her clothesline. Black ducked it and hit the ropes as well, coming back with a superman punch that caught Glory flush on the jaw, leaving her stunned. As she stumbled away, Henri took her leg off with a chop block, getting back to work on that leg. Amy Maynard: “And just like that the tides have turned…” Stomps, kick to the back of the leg and even a crafty use of the ring post to weaken the leg before applying a figure four, right in the middle of the ring. Glory screamed in pain, crawling and scratching towards the ropes who were too far away to be considered a viable option. She then tried to turn around and reverse the pressure, succeeding after a couple of attempts. And now Henri was the one in trouble, his own submission turned against him and causing damage to the leg Glory targeted in the early moments of the match. Sir Figgles: “Two to nothing baybay!” Amy Maynard: “Not so fast, Figgles, Henri didn’t tap out yet…” But he was damn close, the look on his face telling how much pain he was going through. Digging down deep he found the last ounce of energy to reach for the ropes, finally breaking up the pinfall. Slowly, he pulled himself up, barely dodging a roundhouse kick from the Best In The World and moving into the corner. When Braddock charged in, he countered it with a boot to the face that rocked her, allowing him to floor her with a bicycle kick. He put her foot on the bottom rope and jumped onto it, driving all his weight on the ankle. Three times, before he dragged her in the middle of the ring to lock the Memento Mori in. Not sure what was the record for resisting the excruciating submission, but Glory probably beat it, giving up only after a ridiculous amount of time. WINNER: Henri Black BY: Submission (Memento Mori), 19:58 |
Amy Maynard:
The second round goes to Henri Black as he forces to Glory Braddock tap out for only the third time in her career, and gains a measure of revenge in the process.
Sir Figgles:
It doesn’t matter, they’re both still pretenders to the throne.
Amy Maynard:
Oh not this again, Devin lost the belt fair and square… we just don’t know who to yet.
Sir Figgles:
Our only hope is for Devin to win the Battle For The Briefcase and take his title back from whichever one of them wins out in the end.
Amy Maynard:
Come on, you don’t have any preference?
Sir Figgles:
*Hmph* I guess Glory would be preferable to Henri... but she’s still no Devin!
Henri rolls out of the ring and demands a microphone from the ringside crew before rolling back into the ring and sits cross-legged with his back against the ropes
Amy Maynard:
Are we going to find out the next stipulation right now? The match is barely over and Henri already seems to have something on his mind.
Henri Black:
Hey Glory… you lost.
Sir Figgles:
*pfft* Thank you captain obvious.
Amy Maynard:
Quiet you.
Henri leans forwards waiting for a response but receives only a withering glare as the Blonde Bombshell cradles her leg.
Henri Black:
You know it’s funny, twelve months ago I had never heard of you, and yes I know you must think I lived under a rock but really I just didn’t have any interest in those beyond my own promotion, and yet after a few short months, we have become so inexorably linked that now nobody can talk about Henri Black without also talking about Glory Braddock, “The Blackstar” and the “Best in the World” or vice versa, and now regardless of the outcome of this little war of ours we will be forever linked in the hearts and minds of the fans.
Henri waves his free hand at the empty seating surrounding the ring.
Henri Black:
You made an interesting point last week when you suggested that perhaps it was our destiny to fight forever and honestly there might just be something to that theory, I can practically hear the chanting now, and do you know why Glory? it’s because we’re the same you and I. We’re both predators, we see what we want and we take it, but Riot can’t have two Apex Predators.
Henri lowers the microphone and spreads both hands wide.
Henri Black:
Yes, we’re the same but also different. You see you’re a wolf and your little pack Butler, Newman and Halsey are right there to bail you out whenever you get in over your head, but me? I’m more akin to the American Grizzly Bear a solitary hunter, admittedly slow to action at times, but capable of a truly breathtaking level of violence when provoked.
Henri grins cruelly, baring his teeth.
Henri Black:
Mars learned it, Joey LeClair learned it, Pierce Manning and Jenni Anderson learned it and now you will learn it. I came into your world tonight, though I’d say I’m pretty comfortable here, next week we wrestle in mine because the third match of this series will be a Last Man Standing match.
Amy Maynard:
Henri not wasting any time declaring his intentions, a Last Man Standing match next week on Riot!
Sir Figgles:
I guess that might be alright.
Amy Maynard:
Anyway, time's up Figgles. Goodnight to our fans stay safe out there and we’ll see you all next Saturday.
Sir Figgles:
Yeah, whatever.