Post by gvb on Oct 11, 2020 15:20:36 GMT -6
Riot in Illinois #10
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Saturday, October 10th, 2020
We are taken to the familiar sight of the Enterprise Arena, a quick pan over the handful of fans the current regulations allow. They may not be many, but they surely want thier voice to be heard, exploding in loud cheers as Skunk Anansie's "This Is War" blares out of the loudspeakers. As the song begins to fade, we move to ringside, where Amy Maynard and Sir Figgles are ready for the usual rundown of the card.
Amy Maynard:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Riot!
Sir Figgles:
Proudly sponsored by Sandstorm Energy!
Amy Maynard:
No, we're not.
Sir Figgles:
Yet. By mine was actually a way to talk about the main event. The founder and the VP of Sandstorm taking on the, for now, MENTV Champion Pierce Manning and the woman in two weeks we will finally call former MWE Champion Kelsey Spencer.
Amy Maynard:
I see you're not even pretending to be professional tonight, that's good to know. The Riot champion will also be in action tonight, against the Queenpin Jenni Anderson.
Sir Figgles:
Her partner in the Golden Era Neil Newman instead will be taking on Brien Storm in a match he should win with his hands tied behind his back.
Amy Maynard:
Really? I admit Brien's didn't have the best of luck here in MWE, but elsewhere he's being quite impressive.
Sir Figgles:
He's beating up nobodies, big fuckin' deal!
Amy Maynard:
Let's just kick off the show before I strangle you.. First match on the card is a rematch from last week, Echo versus Alex Andrews. Can the rookie score another upset here tonight?
Sir Figgles:
Probably not, the lightning never strikes twice.
Amy Maynard:
You really have a nice word for everyone tonight, do you?
Singles Match
This was the same match the fans watched last week, at least on paper. But it definitely wasn’t the same Echo, and not just because she walked to the ring without Yulia and Damian by her side, and not even because she had ripped the Chicago Fight Lab insignia from her leather jacket. Those little details matched her attitude inside the ring, incredibly aggressive from the get going. She rained down a flurry of lefts and rights to her face after jumping on her as soon as the bell rang. She brought down her strikes with a never seen before aggression, instantly busting the young girl’s nose open. The referee pushed her back, and helped Alex back to her feet, checking with her if she was willing to continue despite the blood pouring down from the busted nose. As soon as the rookie nodded her head, Echo charged in and knocked her down with a jumping knee. The Australian didn’t seem particularly interested in going for the pin, shoving the rookie in the corner where she beat her up with knee and elbow strikes, leaving her battered and bruised sitting in the corner, shouting to the winds that this was Yulia and Damian’s fault. The fans were not digging this new attitude, the once cheered on former Invictus champion was now showered in boos. And she didn’t seem to care at all, continuing her slow and methodical dismantling of her opponent. To taunt the fans even further, she used one of those moves they absolutely loved to see her perform, the stalling vertical suplex, obtaining a completely opposite effect. And then she started prancing around the ring, the total disrespect shown to the opponent was highlighted by Amy’s harsh words in commentary and the volume of the jeers intensifying. Her arrogance costed her as Alex was able to drive her knee down to the Australian’s head, breaking free and landing behind her back, immediately driving her onto her knees with a backstabber. The rookie was quick to roll her over and hook the legs for a deep cover, but Echo kicked out in two. With the support of the fans pushing her like wind blowing in her sails, Alex found the strength to give continuity to her offense, and she almost pulled another upset with a backdrop driver but once again the determined Echo easily raised her shoulder. Andrews remained focused, delivering a series of rapid fire chops that caused the former champion to stumble back toward the ropes. She went for a suplex, but Echo shifted her bodyweight and landed back on her feet. And she was the one doing the lifting now, dropping Alex chest first on the canvas with a gourdbuster. Again her refusal to make the cover gave Andrews an opportunity to connect the ace crusher out of nowhere. Another two count. Alex went for an irish whip that got reversed by the stronger Australian, who then caught her on the rebound and absolutely slammed her on the mat with the Reverb, picking up a clean and impressive win. WINNER: Echo BY: Pinfall (Reverb), 5:52 |
Amy Maynard: "That was... different."
Sir Figgles: "And brutal."
Amy Maynard: "That was definitely not the same Echo we used to know."
Sir Figgles: "Nope, this one is much better. If she can keep up this intensity, sky is the limit for this young girl."
Sir Figgles: "And brutal."
Amy Maynard: "That was definitely not the same Echo we used to know."
Sir Figgles: "Nope, this one is much better. If she can keep up this intensity, sky is the limit for this young girl."
“Oh Donnie, Donnie, Donnie,”
There is evil, sinister laughter that comes from the darkness immediately following this...a few moments later a lovely yet violent beauty steps out of the shadows. It is none other than “The Woman Scorned” Kimberly Williams. The psychotic ginger is dressed in her wrestling gear and she has a knowing, evil smirk on her face as she anticipates what she has planned tonight, specifically for her opponent, Donovan Keane.
Kimberly Williams:
You think you and your pals are sooooooo smart in how you got one over on Saki and me. Fact is, buddy, you just made things worse for yourselves. I mean, did you stop to think about what you were gonna do? Did you think about the long term consequences of your actions or did you just want any way out of having to face us?
Kimberly bends over and picks something up off the ground. She brings it into view of the camera...it is a sharp blade.
Kimberly Williams:
I was not going to use this on you. I just wanted some good fun and competition. Saki on the other hand, well, I’ll admit that she probably did want to gut you like a fish from the start. But not me. I just wanted to have some fun. That’s all. Saki just wants to play and I like playing with Saki. And we wanted to play with you. But you had be cowards. Now its gone beyond just fun and games.
Kimberly drops the blade. She picks up her stuffed penguin named Wasley, stuffed with lead weights.
Kimberly Williams:
You offended Wasley. He wants a piece of you, Donnie. And tonight he may get a piece of you. I may just blast you upside your head. Or I may gut you with that blade. Or better yet…
Kimberly drops the penguin. She produces a staple gun and waves it threateningly at the camera.
Kimberly Williams:
I have been known to be proficient in using staple guns. As a matter of fact, after I’m done beating your ass tonight, I’m gonna staple a piece of paper to your backside that says “Property of Kimberly and Saki” because as of now your ass belongs to us!
She waves at the camera.
Kimberly Williams:
Bye!
Tag Team Match
The Bad Boyz VS Kory Kramp & Drew Dream
A match originally scheduled for Wednesday night, moved on Riot after the Bad Boyz attacked Kramp and Dream backstage. They still looked quite banged up from that assault, Kory especially wearing blue strips of kinesio taping bandage on his shoulder. To protect what was a huge target, Drew decided to start the match, finding himself face to face against Marcus Ali Jr. The leader of the Bad Boyz immediately put on display his technique by grabbing Drew’s arm into a standing armbar and twisting it behind his back in a hammerlock, forcing Dream down on the mat. The Airhead From Atlanta rolled forward and pushed himself up to his feet with a kip up. A quick knee to the guts set Marcus up for a hip toss, to which Drew followed up with a standing moonsault, landing flat on his stomach as Ai rolled out of the way. With a gutwrench suplex he threw Dream into the Bad Boyz corner, making the tag to Khali who introduced himself to Drew with some vicious stomps to the chest. The chemistry shown by the Bad Boyz was something you don’t see everyday, not even in experienced teams. The timing of every move they performed was flawless, the way they cut the ring and kept Dream away from his partner was by the book. And Drew was going through the ringer, having to deal with two opponents most of the time because of their quick tags. He tried to fight his way out of this dangerous situation, resisting every attempt to put him down -and there were several of them. But seven minutes into the match, and his defenses were starting to crumble. He needed to reach his partner, but it was easier to be said than done as the Bad Boyz literally gave him no break. And when they hit a flapjack/bulldog combination it looked like the match was over, but Kory made the last minute save. Less than a minute later and finally the Human Fly could enter the ring after Dream found an opening exploiting the first mistake Marcus made, probably due to an excess of confidence. The size difference had never held the 5’2’’ Good Wrestling Boy back, his heart and passion were compensating what he lacked in height and weight. And Marcus Ali was learning it tonight, probably regretting making fun of him and underestimating his ability. With the fans firmly behind him, Kory put on an absolute show, unleashing a flurry of kicks to the Bad Boy who found himself with his back against the corner. And Kramp charged in, driving both knees to his face and making a cover after a split legged moonsault. Washington broke up the pin, violently throwing Kory shoulder first against the ring post and buying his partner enough time to make the tag. When he faced the Human Fly though, he suffered the same fate Ali did. Kory was too quick for him, ducking his blows and catching him with a springboard back elbow. A couple of near falls, after an enziguri kick and a diving crossbody, caused the fans to jump on their seats only to let out sighs of disappointment when KW3 kicked out. Kramp had been in the ring for less than five minutes, but he managed to turn the tides, and now he turned around and looked for his partner to end this match. Drew wasn’t in his corner though, he abandoned his position to go face to face with the Masked Angel who had silently made his way to the ring. The mysterious member of the Bad Boyz wasn’t moving, but nobody was buying that he only came here as a spectator. Kory called his partner, telling him to stay focused on the match. An advice he could have used as well. When he turned around, Khali met him with a devastating Drive By Spear, breaking him in half. As the referee turned to make the count, Angel finally moved, grabbing Drew’s arm as he tried to interfere and spun him around into a huge lariat. WINNER: Bad Boyz BY: Pinfall (Drive By Spear), 13:20 |
Sir Figgles: "I gotta admit, I'm impressed with the Bad Boyz."
Amy Maynard: "All three of them?"
Sir Figgles: "Are you, by any chance, trying to insinuate something?"
Amy Maynard: "Just calling as i see it. They used the numbers game to beat Kory and Drew, if it wasn't for the Masked Angel.."
Sir Figgles: "Oh come on, you can't possibly cheer for those two dorks!"
Amy Maynard: "I don't cheer, its something called being professional, you should try it sometimes. I'm just saying, they deserved better."
Amy Maynard: "All three of them?"
Sir Figgles: "Are you, by any chance, trying to insinuate something?"
Amy Maynard: "Just calling as i see it. They used the numbers game to beat Kory and Drew, if it wasn't for the Masked Angel.."
Sir Figgles: "Oh come on, you can't possibly cheer for those two dorks!"
Amy Maynard: "I don't cheer, its something called being professional, you should try it sometimes. I'm just saying, they deserved better."
Riot's new interviewer Abi Brooke is standing in front of a locker room door backstage. She looks a bit nervous, perhaps some stage fright in what is a new role for her, or maybe she's just upset about having to interview Echo, more so after the change of attitude that transpired in her match. Finally the door opens and the former Invictus champion walks out.
Abi Brooke:
Hey Echo, do you have a moment? The fans want to know what happened out there, you looked... different.
Echo stops on her tracks, turning to Abi. She never opens her mouth, she never speaks a word. She simply laughs, walking past the interviewer and bumping into her, almost causing her to fall on the floor. The young interviewer lets out a long sigh, and the camera cuts elsewhere.
Backstage, “Showtime” Leia LeBeau could be seen strutting down the hallways of the arena, heading for her upcoming matchup with Dean Smith. Wearing her traditional Las Vegas inspired ring gear, as well as the royal purple jacket she had been accustomed to wearing lately, she tapped her feet upon the floor, making a meal out of the journey she made towards the ringside area. She was alone, without her boyfriend Donovan Keane nor her agent, Eloise K. LeBeau with her. But what she did have was her cane, the Showgirl twirling it with her left hand. And in her right? Her latte.
HER LATTE! No one else’s. Back off!
Leia made a little turn, striking a seductive little pose as flashbulbs seemed to go off, and there was an artificial sound of a crowd cheering as a spotlight shined down upon her, making her Showgirl ring attire dazzle. She leaned upon the cane, staring into the camera as she began to speak.
Leia LeBeau:
It seems that all is finally coming up rosy for The Show. Finally, my darling Donnie can set aside the wars that he has had to go through, and he and his partner Jay can finally focus on proving to everyone that they are the premier tag team in the Millennium Wrestling Alliance. I know the viewers have been pained missing out on seeing them in action, but at last you can all see them do what they do better than any team in the world. Though, of course, you are all able to see Donnie dearest in singles action. But sorry ladies, don’t get excited when I use the word ‘singles’ in a sentence involving him. Donnie is mine, hands off.
Leia gave the camera a little wink, resting against the cane as she looked upwards.
Leia LeBeau:
Why on earth they would try to risk his health by booking him against Chucky in female form so shortly after he has returned back from injury is utterly shocking. How dare!
She set down her latte, stretching out her never ending legs, the six foot tall Savage model giving a little wink to the camera, knowing that her beautiful looks had every hot blooded male captivated.
Leia LeBeau:
But as for The Show, now there are no doubts. MWE may have allowed their roster to deny me my right to finally claim glistening gold, allowing The Show to be cheated out of championship opportunity after opportunity, but now no one will be able to stop me. I may have lost the chance to become Junior Heavyweight Champion on the most ridiculous, stupid, pathetic small print rule there is… But now they have no choice but to give me my fair shot at Luna.
She straightened herself out, tapping on her cane, then rolled her eyes as she clearly remembered what happened on Riot last week in her well earned absence.
Leia LeBeau:
And despite that slithering, sleazy, dirty, slimy, disgusting Viper being allowed to sneak her way into contendership, that will change nothing. Nothing at all. The bright lights, the fame, the fortune and all that goes with it will not be held away from me for any longer. It’s time for this Savage Show to show her savage side. Now please excuse me, I have another Smith to put down, before I reach for new heights and take down Luna Smith.
As Leia turned to grab her latte, she suddenly covered her mouth in shock and horror. As the colour faded from her face, she realized her latte had vanished without a trace. As she searched around herself, she heard a childish giggle far off camera. Fury then appeared on her face, as she sprinted after the culprit who had stolen her favourite beverage.
Leia LeBeau:
BEBE! COME BACK HERE WITH MY LATTE, NOW!
Singles Match
Donovan Keane VS Kimberly WilliamsThe match started with Donovan asking the referee to repeat a second time the rules of the match to his opponent, who probably took it as a series of advice rather than a list of things she can’t do, at least judging by that devious smirk on her face. But as the bell rang, the fun and games ended, and Donnie was the first to strike with a superkick right out of the box. Kim was down already and Keane made a first, desperate attempt to end this quickly, before her opponent could get any offense in. Of course this wasn’t enough to keep the former UG Bloodlust champion down, and Williams looked eerily amused when she made it up to her feet, her grin promising nothing good. And nothing good came for Keane, caught off guard by a storm of kicks and strikes with no particular logic or strategy behind them, just an endless series of stiff shots that left him dazed in the middle of the ring. Kimberly returned the courtesy from before, hitting a superkick of her own and sending the opponent flat on his back with the Morrigan’s Wrath. Williams was giving a new meaning to the saying “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”, or in this case, The Woman Scorned. Donnie didn’t seem to have a counter for her chaotic offense that might look all over the place and without a clear strategy behind, but not for this was any less effective, as the member of Nightfall Rising was learning on his skin. It often goes unnoticed, buried under her antics and her unorthodox style, but Kimberly is one damn fine wrestler, and she proved it tonight. Every time Donovan thought he had found a way out of her hold, she switched to a different one with incredible speed and a flawless technique in her execution. Hold after hold, she paved the way to the Homage To The Queen, the crucifix armbar with neck submission. Keane was screaming in agony, trying to reach the ropes with his foot. Inch by inch he drew closer to them, reaching out with his leg… Before he could get the much needed rope break, Kim rolled him into a crucifix pin, catching him off guard and almost getting the three. Minutes went by and the intensity grew, both competitors coming close to the decisive three on several occasions. Kim with her Chaos Theory (corkscrew senton) and Donnie with a beautiful Keane-Plex (bridging northern lights suplex). As soon as she kicked out, he picked her back up and twisted her arm in a hammerlock and turned her inside out with a lariat, making another cover. Only two said the referee and Donnie couldn’t believe it. Williams was slowly clawing at the canvas to reach the nearby ropes and Keane immediately stopped arguing with the ref and turned his attention on the opponent. But then “God’s Away On Business” by Tom Waits blared out of the loudspeakers and Saki walked out of the curtains holding Wasley in her hands. This provided a distraction with Donnie asking the referee to “send Samara back in the wall she crawled out from” giving Kimberly enough time to recover. Donnie switched his focus back on Williams for just a second before his tag partner Jay Gallagher rushed to the ring. Saki didn’t think twice and literally threw the lead weights stuffed penguin in his face, knocking him down and causing Donovan to, obviously, worry about his partner. And Williams capitalized on this momentary distraction with her Shadowblade running knee, knocking out Donnie and picking up the win. WINNER: Kimberly Williams BY: Pinfall (Shadowblade), 9:39 |
Amy Maynard: "At least she didn't gut him..."
Sir Figgles: "Oh there's time for that. I don't think these two teams are done."
Amy Maynard: "Far from it. But every match involving Kim or Saki that doesn't end with someone getting carried to the hospital is a win worth celebrating."
Sir Figgles: "They get carried away sometimes.. But they're sweethearts."
Amy Maynard: "I don't doubt it."
Sir Figgles: "Scared to have a penguin smashed on your head?"
Amy Maynard: "Yep."
Sir Figgles: "Glad to see I'm not the only one."
Sir Figgles: "Oh there's time for that. I don't think these two teams are done."
Amy Maynard: "Far from it. But every match involving Kim or Saki that doesn't end with someone getting carried to the hospital is a win worth celebrating."
Sir Figgles: "They get carried away sometimes.. But they're sweethearts."
Amy Maynard: "I don't doubt it."
Sir Figgles: "Scared to have a penguin smashed on your head?"
Amy Maynard: "Yep."
Sir Figgles: "Glad to see I'm not the only one."
The lights in the arena dim for a moment before flashing back as the tron lights up and Ravenhead by Orden Ogan begins to play throughout the arena and Henri Black, dressed in a black suit and tie steps through the curtain, to a roaring ovation from the reduced capacity crowd, with a microphone in hand and makes his way to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope.
Henri Black:
Let’s cut straight to business shall we, Last week Niel Newman made a liar out of me, and I am nothing if not a man of my word. So I’ve been thinking to myself that maybe the example I set at Pierce Mannings expense just wasn’t enough… but before I go any further, Glory Braddock, I’m going to need you out here, I have a deal to offer you.
“Cult of Personality” begins to play. It isn’t long before reigning MWE Riot Champion steps through the curtain and onto the stage. A stoic gaze is on her face as she stares towards the ring up at Henri. The Riot Championship belt rests upon her right shoulder. After a momentary pause Braddock slowly makes her way to the ring. The British Bombshell ascends the steps and then steps into the ring through the ropes. Glory comes face to face with her former rival.
Glory Braddock:
You rang, mate?
Henri nods slightly to Glory.
Henri Black:
Glory, I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt in regards to last week, you wouldn't have sent just one of them out after me. so the deal I'm offering you is this, I want Newman and you're going to give him to me.
Henri raises his empty right hand palm up and a small smile flashes across his face.
Henri Black:
If Newman faces me one on one at the Three year Anniversary and takes his beating like a man then we're finished, life goes on... but of course there is a counterpoint to this, if any of your other little lambs get involved the deal goes out the window and I tear the Golden Era apart one by one...
Braddock pauses to consider the offer. Finally the blonde nods her head.
Glory Braddock:
Fair enough. I mean do I want my championship run sullied by having to defend against a sideshow like Topher? No. I want a real challenge. So you are right, I had nothing to do with Neil’s actions. Now that doesn’t mean I don’t support him. He is still GGE and I know what he wants is to prove himself and be tested. I know he will get that and then some against you. Can he beat you? I believe he can. He has held singles gold before in his career. I think you will be surprised at what Neil can bring to the table. But to put your mind at ease, I guarantee that the only assistance Newman will receive from the GGE is strategy. Advice. Nothing more. Nothing physical. We will stay out of it. I want to watch the GGE grow and I am anxious to see what Neil can do against you.
Henri shakes his head, laughing to himsef
Henri Black:
You see Glory it's moments like this, were you not such a raging bitch, that I feel like we could have been friends. We understand each other on that fundamental level that most other wrestlers just don't... and yet we came to such wildly divergant paths.
Henri extends his right hand to Glory and nods
Henri Black:
We have a deal then? I promise I'll try to return him in one or more pieces.
Braddock chuckles silently.
Glory Braddock:
I suppose it is a fair observation that I have been a bit of a bitch lately. Nevertheless I do have the best interests of this sport in my heart and for Neil that means being tested and doing this on his own. Yes, we have a deal.
Singles Match
Leia LeBeau VS Dean SmithIn two weeks time, Leia will have another shot at the Junior Heavyweight Championship currently held by Dean’s sister Luna, facing her and Nina in a triple threat match. Tonight though, she was set to face someone who was far from a junior heavyweight, and the size difference played a big role in this first part of the match with Smith quickly taking control after Leia attempted to take him down with a running crossbody he quickly turned into a backbreaker. As Leia was arching her back in pain, he dragged her back to her feet and fired her against the ropes, catching her with a back body drop on the rebound. Dean looked to climb the ranks once again after failing his assault at the Riot Championship during the summer events. He sent Leia in the corner but the Show countered his splash attempt with a boot to the face. Those long legs proved to be very dangerous weapons in the past and the Hook Shot was trying it first hand. With absolute precision Leia kicked her way out of the corner, switching now to some boxing combos. Dean didn’t take too long in figuring out the perfect moment to dodge her punches and counter with his own, aiming at her ribs. The tides had once again turned and Smith was back in control, punching her back in the corner where he hit the Showgirl with a series of uppercuts. The match remained very even, proof once again of the incredible growth as a wrestler Leia had in her first year. She was keeping Dean on the defense with all manner of kicks, doubling him over with a front one to the midsection and dropping him down with an axe kick. Smiling at the cheering fans, she performed a standing somersault and landed with her leg on Dean’s sternum in a legdrop fashion, trying to put him away but only getting a two. Suplex after suplex, the former champion took back control, obtaining a couple of near falls in the process. But most importantly, all his throws and power moves were wearing down the Jet City Woman. It was clear that her back was hurting by the way she arched it after every suplex, putting a huge target on, literally, her back. Dean focused on that part of her body with some knee drops before lifting her for a suplex double knee backbreaker. This seemed to be the end for Leia, but she raised her shoulder a moment before the three. Around the ten minutes mark, Leia was taking a break on the outside, after barely kicking out from Dean’s fireman’s carry gutbuster. Smith joined her outside, looking obviously to take her back in and capitalize on the momentum he had been building for a while now. He went for a right hook but Leia ducked it and immediately went for a jumping knee, causing him to stagger back. Dean then charged with a clothesline but a drop-toe-hold by the Showgirl sent him face first against the steel post. At first Leia showed some concern, staring at Dean almost frozen on the spot. But when she heard the referee counting the six, she rolled back in the ring, settling for a count out win. At eight, Dean began to move, at nine he slid under the bottom rope, barely beating the count. But the impact against the post definitely affected him, leaving him dazed. And LeBeau was ready to capitalize on what was probably her best chance to get a win a few people would have betted on before the match started. And once again her kicks were her weapon of choice, hitting the opponent on the ribs with deadly precision. A standing dropkick completed the sequence and shoved Smith in the corner, perfectly positioned for Leia’s Jet City Jive. The running claymore kick caught him right on the face, and knocked him down. All Leia had to do now was to hook the leg and pick up the win. WINNER: Leia LeBeau BY: Pinfall (Jet City Jive), 11:24 |
Amy Maynard: "Big win for LeBeau tonight! This will certainly give her a great momentum going into the triple threat at the Three Years Anniversary"
Sir Figgles: "It's going to be an interesting match, definitely one I'm looking forward to."
Amy Maynard: "Ok, where's the catch?"
Sir Figgles: "What do you mean?"
Amy Maynard: "I'm just waiting for the inevitable snide remark."
Sir Figgles: "What? I'm honest, we have three young and hungry competitors, why would I not be excited?"
Amy Maynard: "Well... Ok then. Yeah I agree, this has potential to be a show stealer, considering the history beyween the competitors. In two weeks time, we'll see if Leia will finally get some gold around her waist."
Sir Figgles: "It's going to be an interesting match, definitely one I'm looking forward to."
Amy Maynard: "Ok, where's the catch?"
Sir Figgles: "What do you mean?"
Amy Maynard: "I'm just waiting for the inevitable snide remark."
Sir Figgles: "What? I'm honest, we have three young and hungry competitors, why would I not be excited?"
Amy Maynard: "Well... Ok then. Yeah I agree, this has potential to be a show stealer, considering the history beyween the competitors. In two weeks time, we'll see if Leia will finally get some gold around her waist."
The scene opens up in the backstage in the hallway. What immediately stands out is Neil Newman already on the ground, he appears to be in the middle of doing push ups. He isn’t skipping a beat at all, powering through his set. As soon as he is done he rest on his stomach for a moment, rolls on his back. Then kips up. He beats his chest like an untamed gorilla, screaming out into the ether believing he is alone. The minute he turns around he realizes he isn’t. Glory Braddock is there. Immediately he places his arms behind his back, posing like he is a soldier getting ready for war. Glory shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
No need for that, mate.
Neil nods. He folds his arms into his chest while maintaining a stoic demeanor.
Glory Braddock:
Hope you are this pumped when you face Henri, mate. You’re going to need it.
Again, Neil nods acknowledging that Glory is correct. He has watched everyone of her matches against Henri. Been in the ring with him when Golden Era took on The Revenants on Millennium and a No Holds Barred Match at Down Under back in March.
Neil Newman:
Understood.
Glory raises her eyebrow.
Glory Braddock:
When did you become the strong silent type? Something on your mind? I made the deal with Henry because I believe in you.
Neil Newman:
Brien is my sole focus, nothing more, nothing less. Would have been cool if Kyle was around to thwart off the likelihood Henri tries to get involved. That’s cool. I prefer Kyle is not collateral. Thanks for agreeing to his terms. Not for my sake. Kyle is trying to do the same as me, forge a singles path. Knowing Henri won’t try to invade Millennium is one less thing on my mind. Thanks.
Glory Braddock:
Sophie and Mark won’t get involved. They’ll listen to me. All bases covered.
Neil Newman:
Cool.
Glory Braddock:
I’ll let you get back to your preparation.
Before Glory can walk off, Neil grabs her arm.
Neil Newman:
Wait. One last thing. Things are changing aren’t they? You seem... different. Last week, if I had known my actions would lead to your disapproval I would not have--
Glory shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
For months all of us, you, me, Kyle we fought for the Greater Good. We all fought for what we believed was right, mate. I am not going to wag my finger because you did exactly what I taught you too. But yes for me, things are going to be different. I am not asking you to follow suit. Your decisions are your own. One thing will remain true. We represent what wrestling is about. However we communicate that to the world, its on us. I’ll always have your back.
Neil nods. He lets go of Glory.
Neil Newman:
And I have yours.
Glory smiles.
Glory Braddock:
Thanks.
Glory walks off. Neil maintains his stoic demeanor as the scene fades to black.
The cameras go through the catering area where Alan Envy is filling his plate with chicken and rice as he had the night off from Riot coming off a loss to Jess Anderson last week. He seems to be in somewhat of a splendid mood as he sat down with his food. He reaches into his bag and pulls out his vodka and cranberry juice and makes him a mixed beverage.
Random Guy #1:
Are you drinking on the job?
Alan Envy:
Who are you?
Random Guy #1:
I'm one of the agents here.
Alan Envy:
Well...I'm Al Mother Flippin Envy I don't answer to agents. There's plenty of kids around here you can go give bad advice too. Leave me be with my dinner and beverage please?
The agent disappeared as Envy smiles and takes a big fork full of food. He was about to take a huge bite when.
Random Guy #2:
ALAN ENVY A WORD PLEASE!
Envy stopped mid bite as he looks up at some young man holding his phone towards Envy.
Alan Envy:
Who are you? Can I see your backstage pass?
Random Guy #2:
Sir I am a part of media
Alan Envy:
Media as in some mark that has a dirt sheet and website. I'm too big a name kid. I'm sure you can find a nobody in the locker room that would give you an interview for your audience of one. Thank you….shoo?
Envy waves the guy off as he goes back to his food. He then shrugs as he looks into the camera.
Alan Envy:
Can a guy enjoy his dinner and drink please? What you want a quote or something? Fine APE is still the dominant group here in Millenium. Duke Andrews is the new Lockdown champion and we are still the tag team champs. And that is never going to change.
Envy sits the fork down.
Alan Envy:
And its only a matter of time until I get my singles title. Whatever one my eye is on is my business, but I'll let you all know soon. Veteran advice, never show your cards until its time to reveal them. That's free advice, so cherish it. Apply it to your mundane depressing uneventful lives. Have a great night.
The scene cuts to black.
Singles Match
Neil Newman VS Brien StormStorm seemed possessed with a fury, starting the match with an intensity rarely seen here in MWE, especially in recent times. But if you follow his career in other companies, especially Valiant, this new attitude shouldn’t be a surprise to you. The same couldn’t be said for Neil who wasn’t expecting this kind of aggression from the opponent. He recoiled all the way back to the ropes, but Brien didn’t give him any break, whipping him against the ropes on the other side of the ring and jumping for a picture perfect dropkick. Newman rolled under the ropes but Storm grabbed him before he could drop from the apron to the floor outside and dragged him up to his feet. A short brawl ensued, ended when Neil grabbed hold of his head and jumped off the apron, causing him to bounce neck first on the top rope. Brien was still holding his neck, coughing as he was trying to catch his breath when Newman entered the ring and dropped him down with a swinging neckbreaker. It was a neck-and-neck battle halfway through the match, each of them had a pin attempt, Neil after the End Game Classic, Storm after a snap dragon suplex. In both cases, the opponent managed to raise the shoulder in time. None of them was holding nothing back, hitting the other with their best shots in a contest that the crowd seemed to appreciate, despite none of them being the most popular amongst the MWE fans. If anything, just for the fact that they were literally tearing one another apart. Newman got the slight advantage after another intense exchange and took Brien down with a sitout hip toss. He was soon to capitalize on it with a running knee strike right to his face, following with another cover, only getting another count of two. As the match drew to a conclusion, the intensity naturally dimmed down. Brien rocked the former Tag Champion with a quick jab to break his siege in the corner and immediately dropped him with an STO on the middle turnbuckle. From there on, Storm seemed to have the full control, keeping his attacks going and obtaining another near fall with a diving knee drop. The time was ripe for the Unforecasted Storm but Neil grabbed the top rope with both hands, blocking the attempt. Storm then pushed him in the air and kicked him as he came down. The referee had a few quick words with him, which gave Newman some time to recover. When Brien went to pick him up, Neil poked him in the eyes, which earned him a warning as well. He could never capitalize on it since Henri Black slid inside the ring and hit him with the Black Sacrament, telling him that this is just an appetizer of what awaits him at the Three Year Anniversary show. WINNER: Neil Newman BY: DQ, 8:54 |
Amy Maynard: "It looks like Henri couldn't wait until the Anniversary to get his hands on Neil."
Sir Figgles: "And Storm isn't too happy with it. I don't get why, Henri just saved him from another embarassing loss. He still lost, but at least he has an excuse this time."
Amy Maynard: "You know, one day one of them will come down here and have a few words with you."
Sir Figgles: "You forget I'm a wrestler too? I can beat their sorry ass on any given day."
Sir Figgles: "And Storm isn't too happy with it. I don't get why, Henri just saved him from another embarassing loss. He still lost, but at least he has an excuse this time."
Amy Maynard: "You know, one day one of them will come down here and have a few words with you."
Sir Figgles: "You forget I'm a wrestler too? I can beat their sorry ass on any given day."
Backstage we find The British Bombshell and reigning MWE Riot Champion Glory Braddock sitting on a bench in the Glorious Golden Era dressing room. She is not alone. Standing on either side of her is her best friend Sophie O’Brian and Sophie’s brother Mark O’Brian. Braddock appears to be deep in thought as she stares at her Riot Championship title belt which she holds in her hands.
Sophie O’Brian:
Penny for your thoughts?
Glory Braddock:
You know, I do not win championships simply for my own ego. I win championships in order to elevate them. I win championships with the intent to increase their prestige. I am the MWE Riot Champion and the SCW Adrenaline Champion. I am the personification of professional wrestling. And this championship, the Riot Championship, deserves to receive the best challengers. It deserves to be held by the top talent. And right now it is being held by The Best in the World. But Topher Constantine? I will slap anyone who tries to convince me that he is a worthy challenger to my gold.
Mark O’Brian:
Yeah but he did win the contender’s match.
Sophie turns and slaps Mark across his face.
Mark O’Brian:
HEY!
Sophie O’Brian:
If I didn’t slap you Glory would have.
Glory Braddock:
Look, what’s done is done. When the time comes I’ll force Topher to respect this business and to respect professional wrestling and that’s that.
The self-proclaimed Best in the World stands up and drapes her Riot Title belt over her right shoulder.
Sophie O’Brian:
So what is the game plan for tonight? Do you need Mark and myself?
Glory Braddock:
Yes, I want the two of you at ringside. Topher IS a Constantine and I do not trust him. I do not trust him one bit. Besides that, Jenni Anderson is my opponent and I know that she always has a trick up her sleeve. Beating her one on one is tough enough but she’ll use any dirty tricks she can think of. I want you to back me up in case she tries anything. And if she does try anything, then we will make her pay dearly.
Sophie smirks.
Sophie O’Brian:
Sounds like a plan.
Singles Match
Jenni Anderson VS Glory BraddockJenni Anderson never made it secret that she has her eyes set on the Riot Championship. Her last shot at it goes back to Dark Web II, the infamous Falls Count Anywhere Fatal 4-Way that ended up with the title being vacated and successfully won by Glory Braddock at the end of a best of five series against Henri Black. It has been ebbs and flows for the Queenpin since then, but tonight she had the chance to prove that she still belongs in the title picture and, why not? Inserting herself in what Glory has already dismissed as a joke defense against Topher Constantine Junior. The match started and Jenni went to the attack, pushed by the desire to impress and prove herself. Glory played defense in this early moments, letting her make the first moves and countering with some basic throws such as an arm drag, hip toss and a fireman’s carry takeover. The Best In The World was playing on her emotions, and Anderson knew it. And that made her even more frustrated, which played exactly in Glory’s hand. The next time she lunged in, Braddock caught her with a knee to the midsection, and followed with a neckbreaker to drop Jenni down and easily control her with a headlock. After an early part where Glory limited herself to control the pace of the match and slowly wear down Anderson with a series of holds to keep her grounded, the Queenpin finally found her way back to a vertical basis, getting free from the side headlock with a couple of well placed elbows to the pit of the stomach, leaving her doubled over and taking a run to the ropes, smashing her face with a running knee lift. For the next couple of minutes Anderson put the Riot Champion resistance at test, calling her to a difficult kickout after the Adora-bomb (roll up into a facebuster). After that Glory left the ring to recover, and perhaps come up with a new strategy to counter the opponent’s offense that became more dangerous now that the Queenpin was the one controlling the pace. But Jenni didn’t leave her time for that, launching herself through the ropes and taking The British Bombshell out with a suicide dive. Nobody ever thought this was going to be a walk in the park for the champion, but a few were expecting to see her in such difficulty tonight. In all fairness, there was a moment when Glory was taking back control, but a thumb to the eye stopped her momentum. That was only one of the improprieties Jenni put in place to get herself all the advantage she could. That included back rakes, illegal use of the ropes to choke the champion and an attempt to use the brass knuckles Jared slid inside the ring, saw and frustrated by the referee. This obsession to get the win by any means necessary costed her, giving Glory time to recover while the referee seriously threatened her with a disqualification. And when Braddock was back, she threw herself furiously on the attack, kicking and elbowing Jenni with swift executions, leaving her groggy in the middle of the ring. A beautiful spinning kick knocked her down, the following London Plunge gave Glory the nearest of falls. And even though Anderson kicked out it was clear that, metaphorically speaking, she already had one foot on the grave. She also had another trick up her sleeve though, and his name was Jared Constable. Marcus tried to get the referee's attention back on what was happening in the ring, but he ended up making more confusion. Sophie pulled him back and dragged Jared off the apron, threatening to smash his face if he didn't stop interfering. And while the referee was distracted, Jenni removed the protective pad from the top turnbuckle and drove Glory head first onto that after another eye rake. Anderson then proceeded to roll up the champion who somehow managed to reverse it into a pinning predicament of her own, giving Jenni a taste of her own medicine and securing the win with a handful of tights. WINNER: Glory Braddock BY: Pinfall (Roll Up), 15:19 |
Amy Maynard: "What a match!"
Sir Figgles: "Jenni had a chance to insert herself in the Riot title match and she blew it. She could have saved the PPV, instead we have to see Topher facing Braddock for the brand's most coveted prize."
Amy Maynard: "I don't get this Topher hate... The guy earned his shot, and..."
Sir Figgles: "Careful what you'll say next, Glory might slap you."
Amy Maynard: "She won't lay her hands on a staff member, she knows better."
Sir Figgles: "Jenni had a chance to insert herself in the Riot title match and she blew it. She could have saved the PPV, instead we have to see Topher facing Braddock for the brand's most coveted prize."
Amy Maynard: "I don't get this Topher hate... The guy earned his shot, and..."
Sir Figgles: "Careful what you'll say next, Glory might slap you."
Amy Maynard: "She won't lay her hands on a staff member, she knows better."
Once again, similar to a week ago, we find ourselves in the luxury suite of the Enterprise Arena. Pierce Manning is sitting on the couch all by himself. He is staring at the Kindle Fire tablet resting on his lap. By the small audio we can pick up on it appears he is looking at video. Not too far away from him is the MENTV Championship resting on the small table in front of him.
He is too locked into what he is doing to notice his tag team partner for the night, Kelsey Spencer, walk into the room. She takes a seat on the armchair adjacent to his couch. She rest her MWE World Championship on the table.
Kelsey Spender:
What you looking at there?
This was enough to catch Pierce’s attention. He looks up. Smiles that Kelsey is actually in the suite with him. He presses pause on the video. Rest the tablet on the couch next to him.
Pierce Manning:
Thanks for joining me. And doing my due diligence. Wilkow getting the better of me is a mistake I won’t let happen again. Him having any claim at my MENTV Championship...
Pierce rolls his eyes.
Pierce Manning:
... I can’t. I need to leave no doubt he doesn’t deserve to have a brush with greatness. He’s a glorified goon for crying out loud. Not one tenth the man I am.
Kelsey's attention is somewhat divided, her eyes wandering as she scans every inch of the lavish suite.
Kelsey Spencer:
I dunno about that, he's a pretty big dude…
Her eyes widen like saucers when they spot something on the other side of the room. Kelsey bounces in her seat a little as she excitedly points to it.
Kelsey Spencer:
This place is incredible! How do you even afford stuff like this?
Pierce Manning:
Having a trust fund helps. I was able to use that money, invest in real estate. Get lucky with some investments. Being smart with my money overall. Nothing to it.
Pierce nods. He leans forward to grab the bottle of champagne. He pours himself some in one of the glasses. He looks at Kelsey.
Pierce Manning:
Would you like a drink?
Kelsey scrunched her nose at the sight of the bottle before pursing her lips and shaking her head.
Kelsey Spencer:
Nuh-uh, no thanks…
Pierce Manning:
Gotcha. You want to wait until after we clean house later. Cool. I respect that.
Pierce doesn’t bother grabbing the glass he poured the champagne in. He leans back into the couch.
Pierce Manning:
Alright. Know I am stating the obvious, Devin and Andrew have chemistry on their side. We will need to figure out how to counteract that.
Kelsey nods and stops to think for a second.
Kelsey Spencer:
Well, you know, I bet they're thinking the exact same thing right now. Those guys are always around each other, and this is the first time you and I have even spoken. That's gotta be on their minds. And one thing I've noticed when it comes to Devin Hearst is he can get very cocky and confident going into a match where he feels he's got an advantage like that.
She nods and offers a smile.
Kelsey Spencer:
Not just that, but we've got very different in-ring styles to each other, which makes us pretty hard to read as a team.
Pierce nods in agreement.
Pierce Manning:
I bet Andrew is already making plans on what he is going to do when he more than likely gets a shot at my championship. I can see both of them putting the forest before the trees. We’ll take advantage of that. Neither of them will see it coming. They are good...
Pierce points to Kelsey’s World Championship first, than to his MENTV Championship.
Pierce Manning:
... we are champions for a reason right? We both worked hard to get to where we are. I’m sure we can figure out a way to humble a couple of douchebags.
Kelsey Spencer:
I'm, uhh … not sure that's the word I'd use, but I agree we've got a lotta things going in our favour tonight. We've just gotta be careful not to get too confident about it, or we could slip up.
Pierce tilts his head to the side.
Pierce Manning:
You’re... interesting.
Kelsey blinks silently for a moment.
Kelsey Spencer:
...I am?
Pierce Manning:
You don’t want to call Andrew and Devin what they are. The people I usually hang with rarely turn down a drink. Little things like that I find interesting. So what makes the World Champion of MWE tick? CCJ was the worst. Hated how he ran down Riot. You’re definitely an upgrade.
Kelsey lets out a charming and somewhat innocent laugh.
Kelsey Spencer:
I guess I just think different to a lotta people around here.
She reaches for the World Championship belt sitting on the table in front of her and sits it comfortably on her midsection.
Kelsey Spencer:
Some people are in this sport for fame or money, and that's cool. But I just enjoy wrestling and challenging myself against others in the ring. The more skilled, the better. And when I look at the MWE roster - especially when it comes to Riot - there's no better collection of athletes in one place out there, as far as I can tell. I kinda believe that everyone has their own style unique to them that they're trying to figure out and make work. Some decide to cheat and take shortcuts, others stick to their guns and get it done through hard work and--
She pauses mid-sentence and looks at Pierce before chuckling lightly.
Kelsey Spencer:
I went on a bit of a rant there, sorry about that!
Pierce Manning:
Don’t worry about it.
Pierce smiles.
Pierce Manning:
Can’t say my reasons for doing this are as noble as yours. The trust fund I spoke about earlier. Nearly squandered that. I was your cliche rich guy living off his parents hard work. I got tired of that. Decided to become a wrestler. So many years I wasted most that potential; all that mattered to me was being better than everyone else. Fell into the same traps. If wrestling didn’t work out, I had daddy to run back to. Something clicked one day. I knew I had to become a better man, ya know? I actually put in the work. I am doing ok for myself now but I still have this chip on my shoulder. Losing to that big oaf still bothers me. One day at a time I strive to become a better man than I was the day previous. There you go, a look inside my head.
Kelsey Spencer:
Gosh… There's a lot more about you that I didn't know about… I was a little nervous about coming to meet you here, but this has been pretty cool. I think we've got a solid plan tonight, too. I can't really guarantee anything, especially since I've never actually won against Devin Hearst, but I'm gonna do all I can to help avenge that loss to Wilkow that still bothers you.
Pierce leans over to grab the glass of champagne. He looks at it for a second. Opts to put the glass back down. He grabs the MENTV Championship.
Pierce Manning:
Thanks. All we can do is our best. I am confident our best will be good enough.
Pierce extends his hand Kelsey for a handshake.
Pierce Manning:
Lets do this partner.
Kelsey's expression shifts into a beaming smile as she happily accepts the handshake.
Kelsey Spencer:
Right, partner!
Tag Team Match
Kelsey Spencer & Pierce Manning VS Devin Hearst & Andrew Wilkow
Amy Maynard: “In one corner we have the MWE World Champion and the MENTV Champion. In the other the two men who will challenge them in two weeks time at the Three Years Anniversary. Figgles, who’s your pick to win?” Sir Figgles: “Well Hearst and Wilkow, of course.” Amy Maynard: “Figured. Why did I even ask?” Sir Figgles: “Look, Amy.. In a tag team match, chemistry is everything. Sandstorm? They have it and they proved it already. Kelsey and Manning? I don’t like their chances.” Amy Maynard: “You… Raised a good point, for once. I guess we will find out soon if your prediction is correct, or if Kel and Pierce can get the win in this match.” Though the etiquette says “Ladies first”, Pierce insisted to start the match and be the one to take on Andrew Wilkow. The two had an axe to grind, Kelsey was aware of that and let his partner get his opportunity for a little payback on the man who beat him one week ago. And finally the match started with Wilkow letting out a brutal roar as he charged at Manning. Moving like a bullfighter, Pierce sidestepped and dodged the charging man, tripping his leg and causing him to fall face first on the mat. Manning slid into a side headlock, wrapping his arms around his head. Probably not the best strategy as Wilkow easily got up on his feet and lifted his opponent, walking toward the ropes and dropping him dropped him astride on the top rope. His expression suddenly changed as he landed crotch first on the rope and he still had that goofy expression on his face when Wilkow sent him out of the ring with a big boot to the side of the head. Amy Maynard: “Rough start for Pierce here…” Sir Figgles: “What Wilkow did? That’s not cool man.. You don’t do that to another guy…” Wilkow was far from done, trying to get past the referee to inflict more damage to the MENTV champion. And while the official reminded him that using the ropes is considered illegal, Devin Hearst jumped off the apron and tossed Pierce against the barricade. Wilkow kept the ref attention on himself while The former Riot Champion, showered in boos, began to punch the downed opponent, asking him who was The Man now. He only stopped when he felt a hand grabbing his shoulder, turning around to see Kelsey standing behind him. He laughed, standing up and turning to her, keeping that cocky smile on his face. Spencer instead wasn’t smiling at all, an intense look on her face as she stared holes through Hearst. It looked like they could get physical at any moment, such was the tension between them. But they didn’t, each of them heading into the respective corner after the intense staredown. In the meantime, Pierce was back in the ring, stuck in a corner as Wilkow dropped hard open handed chops on his chest. He grabbed him by his throat with both hands, lifting him for a chokebomb perhaps. We’ll never know since Manning kicked him in the abdomen and broke free, rushing into his corner to make the tag to Kelsey. Amy Maynard: “Here comes the champ..” She entered the ring taking a run on WIlkow and dropping him down with a sling blade. From that moment on, it was a compilation of kicks that rocked the big man, Spencer swinging those legs to his chest, the ribs and a bicycle kick to drop him flat on his back at the end of the sequence. The fans called it and she obviously delivered, pleasing them and landing with her leg across his throat with a cartwheel legdrop. She followed by hooking the leg, but Wilkow kicked out in two. As Kelsey kept building her momentum, she went for a run at the ropes, but ended up being caught with a spinning side slam from the Appalachian Mountain Monster, and he managed to reach his corner. Sir Figgles: “Eyes wide open guys, we’re about to see a preview of the 3 years anniversary main event!” If this was any indication of what we will see in two weeks, we’re definitely in for a threat. They certainly didn’t hold back, each of them wanting to prove themselves to the opponent. They engaged in a stiff exchange, and even though in the end, as predicted, Hearst came out on top, Spencer surely held her ground. He then tossed her against the ropes, she ducked the clothesline and jumped on the middle rope, using it as a springboard to push herself back into Devin with an elbow to the face. He had that move scouted though, anticipating her attack and grabbing her with a waistlock in mid air, bridging back as he slammed her on the canvas with a german suplex. The champ kicked out, cowering back against the ropes. Hearst didn’t move, standing in the middle of the ring and inviting her to join him. She looked around, Pierce was right there asking to get the tag, Hearst seemed to be taunting her… And she wanted to prove him wrong, erasing that smirk from his face with a running forearm that took the challenger off guard both because of the quickness and force of the sudden strike. Kelsey repeated the maneuver successfully two more times, taking a run to the ropes and attempting a crossbody. In a similar way to what happened before, Devin blocked her and set her up on his shoulders, dropping her violently on the canvas with The Comedown Samoan Driver. Sir Figgles: “If Kelsey was smart, she’d just stop and hand the title over to Devin. How many times did he beat her, counting tonight?” Amy Maynard: “Hold your horses, Jacob. She’s not done yet!” After the, very, near fall Kelsey kicked into high gear coming back with a second wind of offense that Hearst wasn’t expecting. Her kicks proved once again to be a lethal weapon, especially when she started aiming at the ribs, notoriously a weak spot for the number one contender. With a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, she sent him flying into a corner where she met him with a jumping knee/bulldog combination. That only gave her a two count, but Kelsey wasn’t slowing down, wearing Devin down until she was sure he couldn’t defend himself from the diving tornado ddt. Once again staring at the lights, the challenger raised a shoulder in time. They kept the match in balance, the action going back and forth with the scale slightly tipping in Devin’s favor after he hit the Desperado. But the real turning point of the match was when Hearst sent the champion against the rope and raised his foot to kick her in the face. She had the same idea, running yakuza kick against a big boot. And it left us with no clear winner, both competitors lying on the mat and starting to crawl to the respective partners. Amy Maynard: “This is the crucial point, people. It’s a rush to the corners, whoever makes the tag first gives his team a golden opportunity to take the win home.” And the tag happened, almost at the same time. Wilkow and Pierce were back at it but unlike the beginning of the match, Manning seemed to have learned the lesson, sticking to quick strikes and keeping himself away from the Sandstorm Inc VP. He even found the chance to awe the fans with a german suplex after Drew missed his LARIAAAAAAAAAATTT! There was a moment when Wilkow took control after a headbutt and even got a near fall out of a pop up powerbomb, but after that, it was all Manning. Which, as too often happens in these cases, lead to Dreadnought coming to the ring to turn the match into a mess. Kelsey and Pierce were not alone, there was someone watching their back… Amy Maynard: “Is that…” Sir Figgles: “What is she doing here?” Megan Monroe rushed out of the curtains, jumping on Dreadnought’s back and wrapping her arms around his neck. Recently she has been seen hanging around with Pierce quite often, and rumors, not confirmed, say the two are a couple. This seemed to confirm the theory, and the look of concern on Manning’s face as Dread wiggled trying to get Meg off his back could be intended as further proof. Kelsey shouted at him, getting his attention just in time for him to avoid a clothesline to the back. And replicating what Megan was doing, he too locked Wilkow in a sleeper hold. They suffered a similar fate too, Megan dropped on the steel ramp as Dreadnought powered out of the submission and flipped her over, while Pierce was squashed under Drew’s 290 pounds as he stepped all the way back to the corner. The fate of the match seemed to be sealed with a DQ win for the two champions as Dread was about to step over the ropes and into the ring. But an ear-piercing shriek caught the big man and everyone’s attention to the stands, where Dreadnought’s girlfriend and former wrestler Brizzie Lee King was sitting. Or rather, curling up on her seat, a look of utter shock and fear on her face. Next to her was Nina, but the Chicago born was not alone. She had her pet snake Jackie and she was pointing him at the terrorised woman’s face. The ball python clicked its forked tongue at Brizzie who backed down and screamed to get it away from her. Of course Nina didn’t listen, instead she laid the reptile on the young woman. Dreadnought had had enough, heading to the plexiglass barrier separating the ring and the fans and started to pull, trying to tear them off. Amy Maynard: “If I was Nina, I’d start running…” Sir Figgles: “What's the point? She’s gonna day anyway, if not tonight in two weeks..” Amy Maynard: “You’re so… Look out!” The match was still going, but not for long. While everyone was distracted by Dreadnought’s fight against the barricade, Pierce returned the courtesy to Wilkow and kicked him between his legs. He hardly managed to pick him up on his back for the TBTM, obtaining the three count while Kelsey made sure Devin couldn’t interfere. WINNER: Pierce Manning & Kelsey Spencer BY: Pinfall (TBTM), 19:14 |
As Kelsey and Pierce, joined by Megan, celebrate their win in the middle of the ring, the camera cuts to Dreadnought, who finally managed to rip the plexiglass separating the fans from ringside. The bustle caught Nina's attention, and she realized that it was time for a strategic retreat. Picking up Jackie from Brizzie's shaking body, the Chicago born put the snake on her shoulders and left the area. On her way out, she grabbed a can of Sandstorm Energy and cracked it open, taking a short sip before spewing it on Brie's face with a disgusted expression.
"Tastes like shit..." She commented before dropping the remaining of the energy drink on Dread's girlfriend. Seeing the behemoth approaching fast, she got the hell out of it, yelling at Dreadnought "Are you incentivised now?" clearly referring at the challenge she issued one week ago and that Dread turned down. On the raging and quite scary glare he shot at Nina after making sure his girlfirend was alright, the show ends.
"Tastes like shit..." She commented before dropping the remaining of the energy drink on Dread's girlfriend. Seeing the behemoth approaching fast, she got the hell out of it, yelling at Dreadnought "Are you incentivised now?" clearly referring at the challenge she issued one week ago and that Dread turned down. On the raging and quite scary glare he shot at Nina after making sure his girlfirend was alright, the show ends.