Post by gvb on Oct 28, 2020 15:15:56 GMT -6
MWE Presents: Anniv3rsary (night 2)
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Sunday, October 25th, 2020
As the show comes live inside the Enterprise Arena, "Go To War" immediately blares out of the PA system. It's the same set-up as the night before, the metallic 3 dominating the stage still dented after Brookford throw Alan Envy onto it. The clip airing on the tron, instead, is different from night one. The images rolling are depicting the rivalries that lead to tonight's matches. Particularly grueling where those reviewing the rivalry between Hammerstein and Duke Andrews who will face off in a sixty minutes iron man match for the Lockdown Championship, and the one between Kelsey Spencer and Devin Hearst. As the song fades off, we cut to the announcer's desk.
Peyton Holland:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to night 2 of our Three Year Anniversary!
Amy Maynard:
Tonight's card is absolutely STACKED, we have six titles matches.. One of which is going to be a SIXTY minutes Iron Man match.
Ambra Monroe:
And a tag team turmoil right after that could go on for just as long. That's why we unanimously decided that we will spare you Figgles' nonsense and go staright to the first match of this incredible night.
Sir Figgles:
What you mean unanimously? I didn't vote!
Peyton Holland:
Shame on you, Fig. Shame on you.
Dean Smith:
We rolling?
Dean asks the camera but all the viewers can see is a black screen.
Dean Smith:
Good. Millennium Wrestling, I had this birthday cake made up to celebrate the three years it's been in business. The three long years it's been a staple to Chicago and the globe in terms of being a pillar in the business, especially in these times.
Dean comes to a stop while speaking, a small tap against the microphone is heard like a wire or something before he continues.
Dean Smith:
And this also serves as a shameless segue into my match tonight. Three opponents. The smaller, speedier Melody, the all-arounder Asher, and the big man Tank who dishes out chops here, there, everywhere. All three are brand new opponents, all three have their strengths, all three picked right by being in Millennium.
There's another pause on Dean's part but we can't exactly see why.
Dean Smith:
And all three can and will fall to a Mean Dean...no matter their size, strength or agility. We're in quite the chaotic fatal four way, and the Mean Dean move in my opinion is the only thing that'll bring order, and an end, to that chaos. We're picking up where that dramatic end happened last night. Tonight's Millennium's answer to 'We Want More', and we'll be giving it all to them. It starts with us four to kick off with a bang, and end our match with a bang too. I'm looking at this as a test, a grooming match for when I.
Dean pauses again, what he does during this is still unseen.
Dean Smith:
When I become Riot Champ, I'll have to face newcomers and old, single opponents and multiple. I need to show the brass that I'm still Mr. Invictus, capable of carrying the brand, and I'll do that by lighting up the show.
Dean's footsteps can be heard shortly after with the cameraperson then realizing they forgot to take off the lens cap.
Camera-man:
Aw man...
Peyton Holland:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to night 2 of our Three Year Anniversary!
Amy Maynard:
Tonight's card is absolutely STACKED, we have six titles matches.. One of which is going to be a SIXTY minutes Iron Man match.
Ambra Monroe:
And a tag team turmoil right after that could go on for just as long. That's why we unanimously decided that we will spare you Figgles' nonsense and go staright to the first match of this incredible night.
Sir Figgles:
What you mean unanimously? I didn't vote!
Peyton Holland:
Shame on you, Fig. Shame on you.
Dean Smith:
We rolling?
Dean asks the camera but all the viewers can see is a black screen.
Dean Smith:
Good. Millennium Wrestling, I had this birthday cake made up to celebrate the three years it's been in business. The three long years it's been a staple to Chicago and the globe in terms of being a pillar in the business, especially in these times.
Dean comes to a stop while speaking, a small tap against the microphone is heard like a wire or something before he continues.
Dean Smith:
And this also serves as a shameless segue into my match tonight. Three opponents. The smaller, speedier Melody, the all-arounder Asher, and the big man Tank who dishes out chops here, there, everywhere. All three are brand new opponents, all three have their strengths, all three picked right by being in Millennium.
There's another pause on Dean's part but we can't exactly see why.
Dean Smith:
And all three can and will fall to a Mean Dean...no matter their size, strength or agility. We're in quite the chaotic fatal four way, and the Mean Dean move in my opinion is the only thing that'll bring order, and an end, to that chaos. We're picking up where that dramatic end happened last night. Tonight's Millennium's answer to 'We Want More', and we'll be giving it all to them. It starts with us four to kick off with a bang, and end our match with a bang too. I'm looking at this as a test, a grooming match for when I.
Dean pauses again, what he does during this is still unseen.
Dean Smith:
When I become Riot Champ, I'll have to face newcomers and old, single opponents and multiple. I need to show the brass that I'm still Mr. Invictus, capable of carrying the brand, and I'll do that by lighting up the show.
Dean's footsteps can be heard shortly after with the cameraperson then realizing they forgot to take off the lens cap.
Camera-man:
Aw man...
Four Way Match
Asher Miles VS Dean Smith VS Tank Steiner VS Melody LennoxNight two kicked off with a four way match between four Riot superstars who, for different reasons, needed a win to get their career back on track. Asher Miles was fighting his first match since the brutal fight against Donovan Keane at Drums In The Night that forced him on the shelf for over a month. But the injuries had now healed, and Asher was ready to finally prove himself to the MWE audience. It was all him in the opening moments, his attacks looking less anger driven than what he showed through his rivalry against Keane, more focused and precise. After getting rid of Melody, throwing her outside the ring, he joined Dean in his task to take down the biggest threat in the match, Tank Steiner. The Austrian Hulk was dropping those heavy chops to Dean’s chest, trapping the former Invictus champion in the corner. Miles attacked the colossus from behind, clubbing at his back. Herr Steiner turned around and swung a punch, missing the target as Asher ducked under it. The Antares drove a knee to the big man mid section, Smith joined in, delivering a number of european uppercuts to Tank, taking turns with Miles who was hitting the big man with kicks to the side instead. And then, with a double clothesline, they dropped Tank on the outside. They turned to one another, staring intensely ready to go at it. But out of nowhere came Melody with a springboard dropkick, connecting to Asher’s back and pushing him against Smith, who had the worst out of the collision. She then pinned Miles with a roll-up, but The Antares kicked out in time. The fans were definitely enjoying this fast paced contest, all four people involved were leaving it all in the ring to take the win on the grandest stage of MWE history. Right now, Dean was delivering some uppercuts to Lennox, four to be precise before dropping her into the canvas with a Rock Bottom, completing the move he called Four Uppercuts And A Dreading. He was quick to make the cover but Tank, who had just obliterated Miles with Das Boot. The big man and Dean were now standing one in front of the other, trading hard striked like their life depended on it. Smith was the one coming out on top, rocking the Austrian sensation with hard elbows to the jaw. Smith lifted the 340 pounder and dropped him on his knee with an atomic drop, flooring him with a bicycle kick. Melody jumped on Dean’s back and locked him in a sleeper hold but the former champion quickly broke free, dropping into a seated position with a backpack stunner. He made the cover, but Mel raised her shoulder in time. As the match entered its final moments, Melody and Asher were both sitting on the top turnbuckle, jockeying for position. Miles reached the opponent up there to prevent her from hitting her Crescendo, but he failed to do whatever he was planning to counter it. They kept trading strikes in a precarious position, hanging on the top rope with one hand using the other to try knock the rival down. Melody connected a few headbutts and caused Asher to lose his balance, and he would have fell to the hard floor outside if his legs didn’t get caught on the top rope. With a wicked smile on her face, Lennox stood up and, from the top rope, jumped onto the hanging opponent’s chest with a double foot stomp. Miles was out, laying sprawled on the floor. Melody had to rush back in the ring to break up Dean’s Choke Out before Tank would pass out from the choke hold, and she did so with a superkick to Smith’s head. With Tank pretty much out and Dean staring at the ceiling, nobody was stopping Lennox from celebrating her return with a win. She went once again up to the top rope, connecting the Crescendo (diving double foot stomp moonsault). She made the cover, but moments before the final three Asher came down from the sky with his Red Star shooting star press. He pushed the Villainess to the side and hooked the leg on Dean, taking home a big win in his first match since the injury. WINNER: Asher Miles BY: Pinfall (Red Star), 9:44 |
Amy Maynard: "What a way to kick off the night! Fast paced action, hard strikes and a shocking twist in the end!"
Sir Figgles: "HEY AM I ALLOWED TO TALK NOW? IS THIS THING WORKING?"
Amy Maynard: "Why the hell are you yelling!"
Sir Figgles: "I was SILENCED Amy! Those Millennium harpies tried to shut me up!"
Amy Maynard: "Iwishtheyactuallydid.."
Sir Figgles: "What did you say? I couldn't hear you, they're trying to silence you too! It's a conspiracy!"
Amy Maynard: "The match, Fig. Focus on the match.."
Sir Figgles: "You're right.. Well, who would've told? Some pretty big names and the underdog winning the whole thing. That was pretty cool."
Amy Maynard: "It was for Asher at least. Melody doesn't seem too happy about it."
Sir Figgles: "Well, sucks to be her right now!"
Sir Figgles: "HEY AM I ALLOWED TO TALK NOW? IS THIS THING WORKING?"
Amy Maynard: "Why the hell are you yelling!"
Sir Figgles: "I was SILENCED Amy! Those Millennium harpies tried to shut me up!"
Amy Maynard: "Iwishtheyactuallydid.."
Sir Figgles: "What did you say? I couldn't hear you, they're trying to silence you too! It's a conspiracy!"
Amy Maynard: "The match, Fig. Focus on the match.."
Sir Figgles: "You're right.. Well, who would've told? Some pretty big names and the underdog winning the whole thing. That was pretty cool."
Amy Maynard: "It was for Asher at least. Melody doesn't seem too happy about it."
Sir Figgles: "Well, sucks to be her right now!"
The scene opens backstage on a very ominous sight. In the locker room is a crimson casket on the floor. We linger on the odd sight wondering exactly what the meaning of this actually is. Suddenly, without warning, the casket pops open. Sitting straight up is Kyle Butler. He lets out a loud "WOOOOOOOO!!" as he opens the bottom half of the casket to let himself out. Once out he closes the casket. He takes a seat.
Kyle Butler:
A little dramatic?
Kyle smirks.
Kyle Butler:
How do you think I feel dealing with Atticus Valentine? The man protest too much. Hitting me with chairs and kendo sticks for what exactly?
Did his parents die in an alley?
Wait. He's not Batman.
Did his parents die after his homeworld exploded?
Not Superman or Goku either.
Does he have a morbid backstage that forces him to deal with his darkness?
Who really knows. But what I do know is I have seen this all before. Dark edgy badass #1000000000000000 believing cause he can swing a weapon, speak morbidly that I am somehow supposed to be impressed, scared or write out my Last Will & Testament. To all that I say NAY.
Kyle wags his finger.
Kyle Butler:
I made him a liar once when he claimed he would finish me within seconds. And I'll make him a liar again when I survive this No Disqualification match. For me, the lack of rules will be a great way to test myself. It is no secret I prefer structure. No DQ is not a stipulation they prepare you for in collegiate wrestling. I have been a pro long enough, I know I got this. Obviously Atticus, these rules, the lack of, are your bread and butter. Go ahead. Have fun. I know I will. As silly as I feel this so-called rivalry between us is, for me, this is one leg of the marathon to run bay beeeee, so I welcome you to channel your inner badass. Regardless, the TIDE will ROLL.
Kyle winks.
Kyle Butler:
WOOO!!
Kyle stands up. Looks at the crimson casket one last time. Walks off as the scene fades to black.
The scene cuts backstage to Atti Valentine walking backstage. He had on black jeans, a white shirt, boots and a leather jacket, with his hair tied in a ponytail. He had an almost blank look on his face as he made his way to Elsa’s office. When he got there, he seemed to snarl a bit before grabbing the handle of the door and walking in, not even giving Elsa a heads up that heup that he was there.
As soon as the door swung open and the unannounced guest stepped inside the office, Ryen Riekert stepped toward Atti. The South African was once again personally taking care of Elsa’s security, a measure both him and Grace deemed necessary after the attack she was victim of at Drums In The Night.
Elsa McCarthy:
Knocking at the door would have been a way more polite way to introduce yourself.
Elsa said as she raised her hand to stop Ryen from taking any action. Riekert looked at her but she reassured him that it was all good. Only then the head of Grace van Beek personal security stepped back, keeping his eyes glued on Valentine.
Elsa McCarthy:
How can I help you, Atti?
McCarthy was speaking calmly, trying to diffuse the tension that was already rising. Atti was practically glaring a hole into Riekert, not intimated one bit by the giant of a man. He soon focused his gaze on Elsa before stepping towards her desk.
Atti Valentine:
You want to know how you can help me? Well, I can list several reasons but for starters? How about you stop wasting my time with booking me in matches against the likes of Kyle Butler. That would be a great start, wouldn’t you agree?
The young general manager let out a soft sigh.
Elsa McCarthy:
For what it’s worth, it wasn’t my intention to book this match between you two. Kyle made it clear that he was over it after your first match, that he wasn’t seeking any retribution for your first attack. But then you assaulted him again the following week, and I thought you two still had a score to settle. Hence why I booked the match for the Three Years Anniversary event.
Atti looked away and sighed while shaking his head, trying his best to not let his anger get to him. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before responding.
Atti Valentine:
Here’s the thing, Elsa… My name? You know it, right? Of course you do, because without the name Valentine? This company wouldn’t be where it’s at today. I’m here to carry the legacy of my dear family member, Eliza. So on this beautiful day, on the three year anniversary of this company, you decide to book me against the guy with not only the generic personality, but the most generic name too? Am I fucking joke to you? The reason I’ve beaten him down time and time again is because he deserved it. He’s not worthy of this company and he’s definitely not worthy of sharing a ring with me. I have more important things to do, more important matters to attend to. Yet, because of you? I’m stuck dealing with Kyle Buttlicker. I demand some respect for me and for my family.
Atti sits down at the desk and then places his elbows on it before leaning forward.
Atti Valentine:
Or else you’ll start seeing attacks that pale in comparison to what I’ve done to Kyle so far. Have you got that? Have I made abundantly clear for you to understand?
Hearing the threatening tone of Atti’s voice didn’t sit well with Ryen, who once again left his position and walked behind the desk, standing now next to Elsa and looking straight through Valentine. The General Manager looked up at the towering South African, his presence was definitely making her feel more safe but, at the same time, it was a source of constant tension. Taking a long moment to ponder her next words, she finally spoke.
Elsa McCarthy:
If your goal is truly that of carrying the legacy of your family name, I suggest you to channel your aggression inside the ring, rather than dispersing it in attacks that, I’m sure you understand, would do more harm than good to all parts involved.
She chose a diplomatic way, not wanting to give Valentine any reason to go down that spiral of violence he threatened while making sure he’d understand that she was the one in charge, and starting a war against her was a waste of energy and wouldn’t help him achieve his goal. Atti has barely listened to her words though, as his eyes had been trained on Riekert through his peripherals. He then looked back at Elsa and laughed.
Atti Valentine:
Give me someone legit to channel that aggression towards, and I gladly will.
Atti stood back up and he walked over to Riekert and looked up straight into his eyes.
Atti Valentine:
But if your dog keeps on looking at me like he is right now? I just might take that aggression out right here, right now.
He glares at Riekert the entire time before glancing back at Elsa.
Atti Valentine:
But that’s up to you if you want to keep your office and your bodyguard intact.
Ryen Riekert:
Oh, really?
Elsa McCarthy:
ENOUGH!
Came Elsa's voice like a thunder, rising above the ones of Ryen and Atti.
Elsa McCarthy:
Ryen, this won’t be necessary. I believe mister Valentine was on his way out, anyway. He has a match coming up soon, after all.
Her voice was once again calm, yet authoritative. She glanced back and forth between Atti and Ryen, making sure they both got the message. Atti glared at Ryen before stepping back and then making his way towards the door. As he started to leave, he paused before he looked back at Elsa and gave an almost sinister smile.
Atti Valentine:
I’m glad we had this talk, Ms. McCarthy. Now we fully understand each other. I know you’ll know the right things to do from now on when it pertains to me and my career. Have a great night.
Atti then exited the office, leaving Elsa to get back to her work as Ryen stayed there to continue to guard her.
No DQ Match
Kyle Butler VS Atti ValentineThis one wasn’t for the faint of heart, Atti immediately turned up the level of violence to 11 by introducing a steel chair after kicking Butler between his legs as soon as the bell rang. Valentine was resolved to make an example out of Kyle, more so after the meeting with Elsa. He slammed the chair twice on the former Golden Era member’s back, changing the handgrip on the chair when he rolled on his back to drive the edge in his stomach. As Kyle was writhing in pain, Atticus stuck the chair between the second and third rope in the corner and proceeded to pick up Butler, grabbing him by the back of his head and shoulder and launching him into the corner. The move was countered by Kyle, and Valentine was the one hitting the chair head first. As he stumbled back, Kyle caught him with a snap german suplex, putting himself in position to attempt a first cover. Atti kicked out, pushing Kyle back as the former tag team champion dragged him up to his feet and charged at him with a clothesline. Valentine then left the ring, looking for another weapon to punish Butler with. He opted for yet another chair, but as he was entering the ring, a baseball slide by Kyle shoved the chait into his face. Loyal to the Golden Era principles, Butler refused to actively use the chair or any other form of weapons, but this didn’t stop him from using the surroundings as such. He whipped Atti against the steel steps, grabbing him by his hair and slamming his face onto them before picking him up and doing the same, this time on the apron. And finally he brought the fight back in the ring, showing that he could be savage even without using foreign objects. Grabbing both Atti’s hands, he then started driving his boot onto his face with several vicious stomps. He made another cover but Atti kicked out once again. Approaching this like a regular match, Kyle used his technical prowess to toss Valentine around with suplexes and throws, getting yet another near fall with a releasing belly to belly suplex tossing Valentine into the corner. Atti, instead, had no qualms using weapons to put the opponent down. Chairs were quite versatile and surely served the purpose, especially when he piled them up on the floor and dropped Kyle head first onto them with a lifting ddt. But Atti’s favorite weapon was a lead pipe he pulled out from under the ring. He then walked toward Kyle with a threatening look on his face, ready to strike. Butler crawled backward into the corner, his eyes never leaving the opponent. With nowhere else to go, Kyle kicked Atti’s knee before he could lower the weapon on his skull, and immediately popped up to his feet, grabbing the pipe with his hand and trying to disarm Valentine. The two fought for the possession for several seconds, but then Kyle kicked him in the stomach and finally snatched the pipe from his hand, dropping it on the floor and fighting Valentine. It was a stiff exchange, both of them resorting to closed fists, allowed by the no dq stipulation. Atticus caught the opponent with a swinging neckbreaker, following with a superkick to the much when Butler tried to get up. And again he rolled under the bottom rope, this time bringing in a table. He set Kyle up on top of it and jumped on the top rope, diving with his Valentine’s Day swanton bomb. Missing widely and crashing through the table. Butler smirked, knowing that Atti’s missed dive might as well have cost him the match. He dragged him away from the debrises of the broken table and went for a cover. As he lowered down, Atti hit him with a lead pipe shot to the head and knocked him out, hooking the leg to obtain the win. WINNER: Atti Valentine BY: Pinfall (lead pipe shot), 11:23 |
Ambra Monroe: "For two people claiming that they didn't want this match, they fought pretty hard to get the win tonight."
Peyton Holland: "Atti wanted to send a message, and I think the rest of the roster heard it loud and clear, just like the thud of that pipe on Butler's skull."
Ambra Monroe: "Speaking of Kyle, he fought well, sticking to his principles. And still, he almost got the job done. The beginning of his single career might not have been the best when it comes to win/loss record but he sure proved that he has all the tools to become a staple here in Millennium."
Peyton Holland: "Atti wanted to send a message, and I think the rest of the roster heard it loud and clear, just like the thud of that pipe on Butler's skull."
Ambra Monroe: "Speaking of Kyle, he fought well, sticking to his principles. And still, he almost got the job done. The beginning of his single career might not have been the best when it comes to win/loss record but he sure proved that he has all the tools to become a staple here in Millennium."
"Playing with Fire" by Plan B begins as the lights goes out briefly in the Enterprise Arena. This follows up with flickering red lights as The Bad Boyz make their way out on stage. Marcus Ali Jr (sporting the new black Bad Boyz Brand t-shirt and black Levi's jeans and the newly release black & white MAJr Gladiator 20's Under Armour sneakers) flanked on his left by his uncle Michael Ali (wearing a black blazer over a black Team Ali t-shirt, black Levi's jeans and Gladiator 20's UA sneakers like his nephew) and Khalil Washington III (wearing a black hoodie, black snapback hat, khaki cargo joggers, and the Gladiator 20's UA sneakers) flanked to the right of Marcus. Behind the three guys stepping out from behind the curtain is The Masked Angel, ......and a second Masked Angel (both masked guys wearing black dri-fit UA shirts, black cargo pants and UA Tactical boots).
Sir Figgles:
This is very interesting.
Amy Maynard:
I am confused.
Sir Figgles:
Double vision Amy?
Amy Maynard:
I think so.
The Bad Boyz make their way down the ramp, and each guy make their way into the ring in their own unique way. While Marcus and his uncle headed up the steel steps and enters the ring, Khalil climbs up to the apron, while The Masked Angels slides under the ropes. All five men are now standing in the ring as the flashing red lights returns to normal, and The Bad Boyz theme song quickly fades. The mixed reaction could be heard from the social distanced crowd who are present.
Marcus Ali Jr:
By now everyone knows The Bad Boyz. You know the 2014 NCAA Division I Wrestling Champion Khalil Washington III. You know the legendary seventeen time Tag Team Champion uncle Mike. You know me, the first wrestler to be signed to a major sports brand like Under Armour, by the way, you like my new shoes?
A few cheers could be heard coming from the crowd as Marcus pauses to get a crowd reaction.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Good! Now go get yourself a pair of the Gladiator 20's. .....You know The Masked Angel, but who you don't know is this guy.
Marcus stands in front of the second Masked Angel who is dressed exactly like the first.
Marcus Ali Jr:
The Masked Angel. Two of the same. That's what you people do not get, you don't understand, we are always one step, two steps, three steps, ten steps ahead of the game and despite our strategy, we suffered embarrassing and even when successful, this company ignored our success. Isn't that right Khalil.
Khalil nods as Marcus hands him the microphone.
Khalil Washington III:
That's right Marcus, but I guess when a black man like myself speak up now a days, it gets big corporations like MWE nervous. Nervous on a cancel culture backlash, so what they do. They rewarded The Bad Boyz with an opportunity tomorrow night on Night Two of MWE Anniv3rsary, to earn a future Tag Team Title shot, which I guaran-f'n-tee, will transcend into gold for The Bad Boyz.
The crowd erupts in booed, with a couple cheers mixed in between the resounding booed for The Bad Boyz, as Khalil hands the microphone back to Marcus Ali Jr.
Marcus Ali Jr:
I want the teams involved in the Tag Team Turmoil later night to understand, you can fight, you can claw, but you will not be walking out from this ring as the new Number One Contenders for the MWE Tag Team Titles. That is reserved for The Bad Boyz and you may conclude that this is just the same old Bad Boyz trash talk, but it's not. The Bad Boyz adapt, The Bad Boyz change strategy and this will transcend into championship gold.
He turns his focus away from the camera and back to The Masked Angels.
Marcus Ali Jr:
They don't believe us. So let's prove to them, why we are different, better and badder than ever before.
Both The Masked Angels rips off their masks revealing their identity.
The crowd erupts with a mixed reaction, even with a "Holy Sh!t". In the mean time Michael was given a microphone.
Amy Maynard:
Oh my gawd!!!!
Sir Figgles:
You right!!!! Oh my gawd!!!!!
Michael Ali:
Yeah some of you know exactly who are standing in this ring. You know that they are two of the most dangerous competitors in MMA. .....Mixed Martial Arts' very own Karib Trinidad and Nick Platinum and the deadliest fighters brought to professional wrestling and their resume is untouchable.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Now you know, who The Bad Boyz really are.
Marcus drops the microphone as "Playing with Fire" by Plan B begins to play.
Amy Maynard:
What the hell we just witnessed Figgles?
Sir Figgles:
The Bad Boyz have just changed the game. While everyone playing checkers, The Bad Boyz are playing chess.
Amy Maynard:
Are these guys even signed to a contract?
The Bad Boyz are in the ring, fist bumping each other.
Amy Maynard:
Karib Trinidad and Nick Platinum are MMA's rising stars, they were ranked in the top two of the best future stars in the Mixed Martial Arts business.
Sir Figgles:
Exactly. It's like LeBron James and Kevin Durant on the same team.
Amy Maynard:
So we don't even know if they are going to challenge to represent The Bad Boyz in the Tag Team Turmoil for the Number One Contendership for the MWE Tag Team Titles later tonight.
Sir Figgles:
All I know these are two dangerous individuals.
In side the square circle The Bad Boyz stands next to each other and they raise their arms air, as the lights begins to flicker red once more.
Singles Match
Liv Mercer VS Jenni AndersonLiv was a woman on fire as the match started. After taking Jenni off guard with a running neckbreaker as soon as the match started, she tried to keep her on the ground with stomps and knee drops. And eventually she looked to lock in her submission, an over the shoulder single leg boston crab. And she locked it in deep, Anderson already screaming in pain while dragging herself to the closest ropes. And eventually catching them, saving herself from further damage to the lower back. Mercer didn’t let her go though, not before fully exploiting the five count the referee administered. The Queenpin pulled herself back up with the help of the ropes, and Liv immediately charged back in. A spinning back elbow stopped the former Riot champion in her tracks, rocking her long enough for Jenni to hit the Bad Luck Cutter. The blonde bombshell rushed into the cover, but she got caught by the referee using the ropes for leverage, and that invalidated the pinfall. Anderson gained the upper hand and maintained control into the middle of the match, getting a two out of a snapmare/dropkick to the back combination. Mercer delivered a poke to the eye, managing to keep the illegal move hidden from the referee’s sight. With an hip toss she took Jenni to the mat, going for a shining wizard as Jenni was trying to get up. The Queenpin dropped down and dodged the blow, quickly rolling her over for the Adora-bomb roll-up into a facebuster. She quickly floated around into a pinning predicament, but Mercer kicked out in two, much to her surprise. Jenni then went for a suplex but Liv was able to slip away and jump on her back with a double knee backbreaker. With none of them being crowd favorites, the fans weren’t quite sure who to cheer on. But if anything, they respected the hustle and the fight these two were putting on. Liv was going all out to try to beat the Queenpin, almost managing to get a three with the bridging northern lights suplex. Jenni was able to kick out, Liv was right back on her trying to keep the pressure on. But as she got close enough, Jenni surprised her with a sitout jawbreaker. Liv snapped back, almost losing balance and giving Anderson plenty of time to stand back up and prepare herself for the next move, the Kick Me Deadly cartwheel enziguri. Mercer stepped to the side and dodged the kick, wasting no time to wrap her legs around Jenni’s head with the Liv Lock. Anderson started to kick the air and wriggle, desperately trying to find a way out of the modified figure four headscissor. Screaming in pain she was on the verge to tap when she finally reached the ropes with her foot at, most likely, the last possible moment. Jenni started complaining with the referee, complaining that she was having trouble breathing. And while the referee checked on her condition, Jared Constable clubbed Liv from behind. The second Kick Me Deadly found its mark, giving Anderson the win against the only two time champion on the Riot brand WINNER: Jenni Anderson BY: Pinfall (Kick Me Deadly), 10:23 |
Sir Figgles: "Another win for the Queenpin, proving once again that she's the future of Riot!"
Amy Maynard: "I'm still trying to figure out what she meant last night.."
Sir Figgles: "Oh come on, who cares? Think, instead, what this victory tonight means. That was a former Riot champion and Junior Heavyweight champion she just beat."
Amy Maynard: "The two titles she could challenge for by cashing in the..."
Sir Figgles: "Oh look at the time, we have to cut to the next match!"
Amy Maynard: "I'm still trying to figure out what she meant last night.."
Sir Figgles: "Oh come on, who cares? Think, instead, what this victory tonight means. That was a former Riot champion and Junior Heavyweight champion she just beat."
Amy Maynard: "The two titles she could challenge for by cashing in the..."
Sir Figgles: "Oh look at the time, we have to cut to the next match!"
"One must fall, so they can once again rise..."
A voice is heard over a dark screen. The scene shifts to a workout montage of "The Rising Phoenix" Bobbi Jackson. A sneak peak at the former MWE Lockdown Champion's daily workout routine set to the song track of her theme music "The Phoenix by Fallout Boy". As the video package ends the MWE Cameras catch Bobbi Jackson and Alexa Cannon entering the arena. The Phoenix rolling her gear in via her typical rolling luggage bag. She notices the camera crew watching them enter the venue in Chicago, her normal radiant smile not present on this day as she begins to speak.
Bobbi Jackson:
Forgive me if I'm not in the best of moods tonight but I expected to walk into the pay per view tonight defending my championship inside the Phoenix Cage. Instead, I get jumped from behind...again. I went into my title match less than one hundred percent and I suffered the consequences. I don't want to make any excuses, regardless of what happened prior to the match...I still lost.
Bobbi stops walking and just looks down at the ground as she lets out a frustrated sigh. Alexa reaches out and places her hand on Bobbi's shoulder and gives it a gentle, but firm supportive squeeze as Bobbi continues, no longer making eye contact with the camera crew.
Bobbi Jackson:
And I have to live with that. What's done is done...and you can't live in the past. You have to look forward...no matter what.
The Phoenix's head slowly rises as her stern, focused brown eyes lock gaze with the cameras again.
Bobbi Jackson:
Tonight I step into the ring in a triple threat match with two people I'm already very familiar with. Sophie O'Brian and West Long...
There was a bit of annoyance that escaped her lips as she said the second name.
Bobbi Jackson:
I have wrestled both of these people in the past, but what happened back then no longer matters. All that matters is what happens TONIGHT!
The blonde says with certain focus in her voice.
Bobbi Jackson:
The winner of this match will rise the ranks of MWE to bigger and better things. New challenges...new championships...the whole shebang.
Bobbi can't help but softly chuckle.
Bobbi Jackson:
Tonight? I prove myself all over again. Tonight, I remind MWE just who the hell I am. tonight...the Phoenix rises! Sophie...West...You won't survive this Trial by Fire!
The Phoenix finally flashes her trademark smile radiating with confidence as she and Alexa depart and make their way into the building.
Sophie O’Brian:
George Santayanna says, “only the dead have seen the end of war.”
Sophie O’Brian is backstage, flanked by her large, powerhouse of a brother Mark O’Brian and their best friend, the reigning MWE Riot Champion Glory Braddock. The Glorious Golden Era members all have confident smirks upon their faces.
Sophie O’Brian:
Total War is not merely a philosophy for me, it is a lifestyle. I grew up waging a war of survival. Glenn Braddock took me in and taught me even more skills. I am now using those skills to further my war of survival, surviving life and surviving the world of professional wrestling. Let’s face it, wrestling isn’t a war of success but a war of survival. It is like the trench warfare, the bloody war of attrition that Mr. Santayanna speaks of when he spoke eloquently of World War 1. And wars of attrition are not won overnight. They are not truly won at all. You just survive.
She shakes her head.
Sophie O’Brian:
This is why I was not disheartened in the least with my recent lack of success. I knew that more than anyone else in this company I knew how to survive. And I proved that emphatically to Keelan Jayce. And tonight, on the Anniversary show, I prove it to West Long and Bobbi Jackson.
O’Brian nods her head.
Sophie O’Brian:
How appropriate, is it not, that this is a triple threat match? Little to no rules in a triple threat. Almost anything goes. It is very much like the philosophy and lifestyle of Total Warfare where anything and everything is fair game. So tonight, West and Bobbi, expect me to bring Total War to your front door.
Triple Threat Match
Sophie O'Brian VS West Long VS Bobbi JacksonAs the match started, O’Brian and Jackson ganged up and attacked the Warwolf simultaneously. But when you are 6’8’’ and almost three hundred pounds you learn to expect people using the numbers game to try to take you down. Weathering the initial attack, Long eventually started swinging his hands, catching the former Lockdown champion with a hellacious hook that sent the blonde woman spinning around 180 degrees before falling face first into the canvas. Sophie faltered, for just one moment, and that was enough for West to grasp her throat with his hand and lift her for a chokeslam. Sophie was barely able to get free with a double axe handle to his arm landing again in front of him. She massaged her sore neck and charged at the juggernaut, running right into a pop up one handed spinebuster. The Warwolf then dropped his knee to her head, making a first pinfall attempt, interrupted by Bobbi Jackson. West grabbed her by the wrist and fired her into the corner, but the following splash found nobody home. Jackson applied a sleeper hold trying to wear West down. O’Brian was back on her feet and caught Long with a sick superkick to the jaw, sending the big man stumbling back into the corner. Squashed under the Warwolf’s weight, Bobbi lost the grasp around his neck. but she recovered just in time to save the match when Total War hit her Death Of Wisdom on Long. It was a fast paced contest, the three competitors certainly weren’t holding back. The teamwork eventually paid off when a double superkick from both women sent West through the ropes. Bobbi looked a bit worse for wear, the impressive buckle bomb Long delivered earlier in the match was starting to catch up on the Rising Phoenix, holding her lower back in pain. If you give a target to O’Brian you can expect her to aim for it, and the former champion’s back was a huge red mark. Sophie sat the opponent down and began swinging her leg with a series of shoot kicks. After picking her up, she went for a suplex lift backbreaker but the longest reigning Lockdown champion kicked out. Long was resting on the outside, taking a moment to refocus but playing close attention to the action inside the ring, ready to re-enter if things became complicated. And they did, as Bobbi reversed an irish whip and broke O’Brian in half with a big time spear, immediately pinning the Glorious Golden Era member. There came West diving to break it up, but by the time he got there O’Brian already raised her shoulder. The last minutes were as chaotic as ever, all the parts involved pulling out the big guns to get the decisive pinfall. West hit his Point Blank (fireman’s carry powerslam) to Sophie, but before he could capitalize on it, Jackson rocked him with a jumping knee. The behemoth stumbled back, Bobbi overwhelmed him with a swift striking combination, too quick for Long to dodge. He was now doubled over, holding his abdomen region that was the main target of Bobbi’s relentless kicks. She set him up for the Phoenix Landing pedigree, but West dropped down on one knee using his body weight to block the maneuver. With a little assist from Sophie who superkicked Jackson on the back of her head, leaving her limp, The Warwolf stood up to his feet, throwing the former Lockdown Champion out of the ring. The referee got distracted for one second to check on Bobbi’s condition, and that was enough for Sophie to launch a fireball to the Warwolf. As he was dealing with the Scorched Earth Policy, O’Brian dropped him down with the Ode To Braddock obtaining the win. WINNER: Sophie O’Brian BY: Pinfall (Ode To Braddock), 13:06 |
Peyton Holland: "By all means, right?"
Ambra Monroe: "Sophie never hid that she's here to win, and that she won't stop at nothing and nobody to achieve her goal"
Peyton Holland: "That's true. This is also the first win for the Glorious Golden Era after Kyle and Neil lost their respective matches."
Ambra Monroe: "It makes their Anniversary score less heavy, as we wait for Glory to step in the ring to defend her title."
Ambra Monroe: "Sophie never hid that she's here to win, and that she won't stop at nothing and nobody to achieve her goal"
Peyton Holland: "That's true. This is also the first win for the Glorious Golden Era after Kyle and Neil lost their respective matches."
Ambra Monroe: "It makes their Anniversary score less heavy, as we wait for Glory to step in the ring to defend her title."
AoV by Slipknot starts playing throughout the arena accompanied by Joey Leclair stepping through the curtains with the Chicago Way Championship over his right shoulder as he marches down the ramp circling the ring grabbing a microphone from ringside and entering the ring turning to face the hard camera.
Joey Leclair:
I am going to keep this short and straight to the point. Jada I give you points for taking an ass kicking and still wanting more, but you see? in doing so you poked a bear and the bear is pissed, and is ready to maul so after tonight is over you better apologize to Lucie because I am going to beat the living hell out of the both of you because of your sins, and both of you rookies are going to pay your dues in the most painful ways possible I promise I am going to break your spirits and send a message to everyone in the locker room that thou shall not fuck with Joey Leclair, and after the match is over I want some real competition because this Chicago Way Championship isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, because I got ice in my veins, chaos in my brain, and a heart of a champion, and regardless of who stands in my path they will all break the same.
Joey gets a smirk on his face.
Joey Leclair:
I am the Death Dealer the most dangerous son of a bitch in this company, and your current and forever will be Chicago Way Champion.
Joey winks at the camera.
Joey Leclair:
Happy Anniversary Millennium.
Joey drops the microphone, and leaves the ring heading to the back.
Chicago Way Championship Match
Barbed Wire Match
Joey Leclair (c) VS Jada Hashford VS Lucie CallawayBarbed Wire Match
The bell had just rang and Jada immediately left the ring to retrieve a barbed wire wrapped steel chair. Not the best idea she could come up with as Joey and Lucie turned around and waited for her. The Chicago Way champion kicked her in the stomach, Callaway connected an enziguri to the side of the head causing Hashford to lose grip on the chair. With the foreign object laying right there, Leclair didn’t think twice before dropping her head first onto it with a ddt. Blood immediately began gushing from Jada’s head as Leclair rolled her on the back and instinctively made the cover. Lucie broke it up before the referee could even count to one, stomping the champion. He reached out with his hand for the chair, but Callaway put her foot on top of it, preventing him from using it. She kicked him on the face, picking up the chair and slamming on Joey’s back. The sharp edges cut his skin open and Leclair started crawling toward the corner. A second chair shot caused him to scream in pain as more blood began to drip down from the several cuts on his back. He finally reached the corner, Lucie dropped the chair on the floor and charged at him for a double knees. She then set him up for a modified version of her Nine Crimes, looking to drop him on the chair rather than on her knee with the snapmare driver. But Leclair saw that coming and pushed Lucie away, right into Jada’s spinning side slam. By the middle of the match Lucie was still the only one who wasn’t bleeding. This seemed meant to change as Joey was approaching with a baseball bat, wrapped in barbed wire like any other weapon in this match. An unexpected help came from Jada who attacked the champion from behind with a clothesline, causing him to drop the bat. She dropped him on the canvas with a cobra clutch suplex, taking possession of the bat ready to hit him with that. Callaway surprised the Mississippi Queen with a double knee backbreaker, making a cover attempt. Hashford kicked out in two, getting back to her feet and blocking a front kick attempt from Lucie. Holding her foot, she wasted time mocking the former champion, who caught her with an enziguri to the side of the head that sent the Backwoods Braggart out of the ring. Lucie then turned around to face Leclair, walking straight into a Death Dealer Elbow strike from the champion. The pinning predicament was unsuccessful as Lucie raised her shoulder in time, but Joey had her now exactly where he wanted her. He picked up the baseball bat and, holding Lucie from behind, grinded it against her forehead, finally drawing blood from her as well. The match was just as violent as you’d expect, satisfying the bloodlust of the MWE fans. As the contest entered its final moments, Jada was ruling the roost, using the baseball bat to control the match, swinging it in Lucie’s mid section and using it to smash Joey’s skull. It wasn’t enough to keep the champion down. Much to Jada’s shock, Leclair raised his shoulder in time. The baseball bat and the steel chair weren’t the only weapons in the ring. A barbwired table had been brought in as well, set up near the corner. While Joey was laying down licking his wounds, Lucie and Jada kept fighting. The younger girl got the upper hand with a jumping knee that stunned the Mississippi Queen, who stumbled back toward the table. Callaway hit her with a few more stiff elbow shots, before laying her on top of the table. Reading the opponent’s intentions before time, Jada started wiggling, screaming in pain as she tried to get off from it despite the barbed wire piercing her skin. Lucie was on the top rope, ready to take the biggest risk in order to win back the Chicago Way Championship. She jumped off, twisting in mid air with a 630 splash, crashing right through the table. Jada had rolled away, saving herself from the Hell Upside Down, but she couldn’t avoid a chair shot to the head by Joey. The champion dropped the chair on the floor and put Jada’s head between his legs, hooking her arms and lifting her upside down before dropping her on the chair with the Death Trigger (sit out butterfly facebuster), adding another title defense to his ever growing list. WINNER: Joey Leclair (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Death Trigger), 13:20 |
Sir Figgles: "Can this man even be stopped?"
Amy Maynard: "Tough question, but I doubt it would stop people from trying."
Sir Figgles: "Well if anyone is crazy enough, be my guest. I've been in the ring with a few crazy scary motherf..."
Amy Maynard: "A-HEM!"
Sir Figgles: "..ers, but I wouldn't want to face Leclair, no sir!"
Amy Maynard: "Tough question, but I doubt it would stop people from trying."
Sir Figgles: "Well if anyone is crazy enough, be my guest. I've been in the ring with a few crazy scary motherf..."
Amy Maynard: "A-HEM!"
Sir Figgles: "..ers, but I wouldn't want to face Leclair, no sir!"
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Backstage we like see a dude chilling on a like production crate or something. He’s legit just like laying and stuff, and so like you know who it is. It’s your boy the Tophster taking a like nap or whatever on the crate. Dudebro could like sleep anywhere tbh, but like he suddenly like takes his sunglasses and reveals he’s not like sleeping after all. He like leans up real slow and stuff so that way he can face the camera, because he’s a real like photogenic bro or something. He half smiles at the like camera because he like is too cool to like smile fully and stuff.
Topher Constantine Jr.:
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I know what you all are thinking. You’re like thinking that Topher Constantine Jr. is like too much of a like bro to be a real champion. He’s just coasting on his bro’s name and stuff. The Tophster is a flop of like a wrestler and he could never be like Riot Champion and stuff.
Topher like shrugs and stuff. He looks a bit discouraged or whatever.
Topher Constantine Jr.:
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Here’s the thing though, dudebros and brobabes. Topher Constantine is like a super legit wrestler. I bust my like butt in the gym. I train like SO much tbh. I deserve to like be a champion just as much as that like Gloria Babadook chick does!
He like seems to show a small amount of emotion by like forming a fist or whatever. He smashes that like fist thing on the crate and such.
Topher Constantine Jr.:
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I like get it. I don’t like talk like Chris or Dad. I don’t like look like a wrestler like Chris or Dad. I know you all like look at me and see like an absolute like joke of a wrestler, and Gloria Babadook legit says she cannot like respect me and stuff because she doesn’t think I take this seriously. However, like I have been blazing my own path.
He like clears his throat and like does an impression of Chris COnstantine that almost sounds perfect.
Topher Constantine Jr.:
I could have sold out and cheated and been a complete douche bag and bought my way to the top with our father’s money, because I want what I want and I refuse to play by your rules to get it.
He like re-clears his throat going back to like normal Topher Speak.
Topher Constantine Jr.:
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But I didn’t, because I’m like my own person. That doesn’t mean I don’t deserve to like be a champion or get championship matches. That doesn’t mean that I don’t deserve respect and stuff. If like anything, it means that I should get more respect and opportunities, because I’m like not doing it the way my family like usually does stuff or whatever. I’m like making my own name and I’m like doing my own thing. I’m like proving everyone like wrong and when I beat Gloria Babadook and become like RIOT Champion and stuff, people are going to realize I’m like super serious and stuff. I may be chill, I may be like cool, but I refuse to be treated like I’m not a legit wrestler.
Topher like slides off the production crate and pops his collar, before placing his sun glasses back on.
Topher Constantine Jr.:
So
Like
Tonight, I put like Millenium and Gloria Babadook on their like heads and win my first real like title. Then like EVERYONE will respect me or something. It’s my time and I am not waiting for anyone!!!
He half smiles again.
Topher Constantine Jr.:
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Like
Now if you like excuse me, I have to go take my like pre-match like nap or whatever. It’s like super important and stuff.
Junior Heavyweight Championship Match
Luna (c) VS Leia LeBeau Following Nina’s defection due to the extensive injuries sustained on night one, this match was now a one on one matter between the Star Of The Night Luna and Showtime Leia LeBeau. The Jet City Woman had been chasing the Junior Heavyweight Championship for quite some time now, literally holding it in her grasp for the briefest moment before it slipped away from her fingers in the controversial ladder match at A Place In The Sun. Tonight marked her chance to rectify that wrong and get her first taste of gold in MWE. And she started off with the right foot with a volley of punches, surprising Luna with her boxing background. She then took the champion down with a snapmare into a kick to the back and followed with a quick neck snap. As she went to pick Luna up, the Junior Heavyweight champion caught her with a throat jab, leaving Leia wide open for the spinning headscissor into a shotgun dropkick. Smith made the cover but she barely got a one count out of it as Leia kicked out right away. Luna whipped her in the corner and charged in with a jumping knee, looking to add a bulldog after it. Leia pushed her away, waiting until Luna turned around to double her over with a kick to the stomach, driving her face first into the canvas with the Seattle Slutdrop. Slowly but surely Luna rallied into the middle of the match, exploiting a missed clothesline from LeBeau with a dropkick right between the shoulders. Without wasting time, the champion whipped her all the way across the ring into the opposite corner and followed with another dropkick, this time to the chest. She then set Leia up on the top rope, taking a few steps back to run up the corner for her Night Skyfall spanish fly. LeBeau had that one scouted and pushed the champion down, stabbing her with a diving double foot stomp. After taking a moment to thank the fans for their support with an elaborate bow, she performed a somersault to land with her leg across Smith’s neck, hooking the far leg for another two count. With nothing indicating that the match would slow down anytime soon, the match remained extremely well balanced, both competitors getting really close to the win. Luna with the Starstorm spinning roundhouse kick, Leia with a meteora after delivering a series of Show kicks to the chest. We entered the final moments of the match with the challenger well in control. With the fans firmly behind her, Showtime had now changed her gameplan, looking to submit the champion with her Sleepless In Seattle sleeper hold. Luna was struggling to breath, trying to break free from the submission before it made her pass out. The easiest way to do it was by walking backward into the corner until Leia had to let her go. As soon as LeBeau released her, the champ tried to catch her with an elbow to the face, but Leia ducked it and hit her with a Pele Kick. Next she fired her in the opposite corner, calling for the Jet City Jive. The lights went out, and the arena fell silent, leaving two competitors in the ring wondering what had happened. Suddenly a fireball was lit and thrown into the face of Luna. The announcers were stunned as the lights came on and a woman with long brown hair was standing in the ring, Legion smiled as she looked out putting an X above her head. She crouched down after she put her arms down, blowing a soft kiss to Luna. She walked over to the edge of the apron going underneath the ring, pulling out her crowbar then holding it. She looked back into the ring, tilting her head to the side and watching the chaos she just caused. Then she turned again and began to walk away slowly. Leia was shocked, if not for the creepy appearance definitely for what it entailed. Once again the title slipped away tight in front of her eyes. She turned around as the referee made the decision official and a medic attended The Star Of The Night. Legion was standing at the top of the ramp looking back. She put her hand up and snapped her fingers as the lights went out once more. The sinister cackle of the Queenslayer was heard through the arena, as the lights came back on and there was no more Legion. Just her laugh still echoing throughout. WINNER: Luna Smith (STILL CHAMPION) BY: DQ, 14:22 |
Ambra Monroe: "That was Legion! What is she doing here?"
Peyton Holland: "Costing Leia another match, apparently."
Ambra Monroe: "Yes but... She specifically went for Luna there. Why?"
Peyton Holland: "Hopefully we'll get some answers on the next Riot, Ambra. But look at that poor girl now, she's heartbroken."
Ambra Monroe: "That has to be frustrating for her..."
You'd think rage would be the natural reaction for Leia at this point. But it wasn't, not now at least. She looked petrified, almost on the verge of tears, asking herself the same question all the fans were asking. Why? Her boyfriend Donovan Keane came out on the stage and entered the ring, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace.
Donovan Keane: "You did great, baby... That title is yours, it's just a matter of time..."
He was heard whispering softly to her ears, holding her close as he tried to comfort the young girl.
Peyton Holland: "Costing Leia another match, apparently."
Ambra Monroe: "Yes but... She specifically went for Luna there. Why?"
Peyton Holland: "Hopefully we'll get some answers on the next Riot, Ambra. But look at that poor girl now, she's heartbroken."
Ambra Monroe: "That has to be frustrating for her..."
You'd think rage would be the natural reaction for Leia at this point. But it wasn't, not now at least. She looked petrified, almost on the verge of tears, asking herself the same question all the fans were asking. Why? Her boyfriend Donovan Keane came out on the stage and entered the ring, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace.
Donovan Keane: "You did great, baby... That title is yours, it's just a matter of time..."
He was heard whispering softly to her ears, holding her close as he tried to comfort the young girl.
We open to the backstage area of the arena. A wall with the MWE Anniv3rsary poster posted on it can be viewed quite easily. “Cult of Personality” by Living Color begins playing. Once the opening guitar riffs are over a lovely female figure steps into view from stage left. This beautiful blonde is none other than “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock. The self-proclaimed Best in the World is wearing her purple ring gear. She has the MWE Riot Championship title belt draped over her right shoulder and the SCW Adrenaline Championship title belt draped over her left shoulder. Her long blonde hair hangs unrestrained to below the shoulders. A confident, borderline smug and arrogant, smirk is etched across her lovely face. Glory Braddock stops in the center of the scene as she stares into the camera. The music slowly dies down until it is completely silenced. The British Bombshell then begins to speak.
Glory Braddock:
People think I don’t like Topher Constantine Jr. It isn’t that at all. I just find it very difficult to have respect for someone like him. Look at him and tell me I’m wrong. Look at someone like me, a champion in two companies, and bloody well tell me I’m wrong.
Braddock shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
You can’t, because you know I’m right. Deep down inside all of you know I’m right. There’s only one person who believes in Topher Constantine Jr and that’s Topher Constantine Jr himself. Topher says he’s chill but I don’t see someone who is “chill”...I see someone who is disrespectful to this business and undeserving of the spot he finds himself in. Be honest with yourself for once, Topher; you should thank MY good friend Neil Newman for this championship opportunity you currently have. After all, were it not for him, Henri Black would be challenging me tonight and not you. But what’s done is done and here you are, facing the biggest challenge of your life, facing arguably the Best in the World. Now I’m not going to stand here and say I am The Best in the World…
She pats the Riot Championship and then the Adrenaline Championship. A chuckle escapes her lips.
Glory Braddock:
But you have to admit, it would be rather difficult to make a case against me right now. I have been beating the very best professional wrestling has had to offer. I am at the top of my game right now. And now you want to dethrone me? You want to take this Riot Championship away from me? I already explained how you got here. Everyone knows that you are here in this championship match only because of Neil Newman but how did I get here?
She holds up one finger.
Glory Braddock:
For starters, I competed in a four way match against three of the best competitors the Riot Brand had to offer, including Henri Black, Jenni Anderson, and the longest reigning Riot Champion in history Devin Hearst. And in that match I PINNED Devin Hearst. I BEAT the longest reigning Riot Champion. But due to a technicality, Henri Black got another opportunity...
She holds up a second finger.
Glory Braddock:
Which brings us to challenge number two, where I battled Henri Black not once, not twice, but FIVE TIMES in a brutal best of five series, and yet again I was victorious. You beat Henri once thanks to outside interference? Good for you, Topher! I beat him three times...clean…that’s what I did to become Riot Champion. Whereas you just happened to fall into it! You got lucky!
The British Bombshell shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
But luck cannot get you to the promised land, mate. And luck will never earn you respect. Eventually you will have to prove your worth inside the great equalizer; a wrestling ring. And tonight, Topher, you will have the opportunity to prove your worth. Tonight you will have the opportunity to pay your dues, earn your stripes, and earn the respect of everyone on this roster, myself included, but to do so you have to go through me and trust me when I say that I will not make it easy on you. I am one of the best technical and submission wrestlers in the game. I am The British Bombshell. I am a fourteen time World Champion.
The champion points a finger at the camera, as if pointing at Topher himself.
Glory Braddock:
But what about you, Topher? What are you? You are Chris’s brother. You are a side show act. You are a loveable loser and the constant underdog. At the end of the day you are still a Constantine and you are still a cheater. If you think your little side show tricks, your games, and your cheating can get you over the finish line then you had better be prepared for a major reality check, my friend. I was born and raised in this business and so I know every dirty trick in the book. Can you hang with that? Can you deal with the kind of offense I plan to bring to the table? I don’t think you can. Quite honestly, I think this will end with me forcing you tap out to the Shekhinah Glory. Or if you refuse to tap out and give up, if you refuse to acknowledge your place at the bottom of the totem pole, then I will choke you out and beat you that way. But then again, maybe there is more to you than you let on. Maybe underneath that pathetic layer of ignorance there is a wrestler hiding underneath. Honestly, I hope so. I don’t want to get bored tonight. And don’t get me wrong, Topher, I am not underestimating you. That is one mistake you will never see me make. I underestimate no one. I will bring my very best but I don’t anticipate bringing anything else except your typical half-assed attitude to the ring.
Braddock smirks knowingly.
Glory Braddock:
By all means, prove me wrong. Give me the match of my life. But at the end of the day I swear to God that I will beat your ass all over that ring, mate, I swear to god that I will make you bleed, and I swear to god that I will torture you. I promise that you will pay the ultimate price for this Riot Championship Match you never earned. Oh but that’s where the funny part comes, Topher, because after the hell I plan to put you through, you will damn sure have earned your stripes...assuming you survive the punishment I intend to dish out...so for that, TCJ, I just say this…
She chuckles lightly.
Glory Braddock:
...you’re welcome.
Riot Championship Match
Glory Braddock (c) VS Topher Constantine JuniorYou can question Topher’s attitude, his less than serious approach to pretty much everything, but you can’t question what he brings into the ring. Glory made that mistake, underestimating TCJ and his desire to win and accomplish what many considered impossible. He started things off fiercely with a clothesline and a swinging neckbreaker, keeping the pressure on the Best In The World with a series of knife edge chops. The Best In The World evaded the next attempt and caught Tophster with a sitout jawbreaker. As he staggered backward, she jumped on him and planted him on his back with a Thesz Press, unleashing a fury of fists to the challenger’s face, all while screaming that he wasn’t worth a Riot Championship shot. The referee finally waved her off and gave her a stern warning, but Braddock showed no intention at slowing down. She tried to pick up Topher but was surprised by an inside cradle, from which she kicked out in the nick of time. The experience advantage however allowed Braddock to take control by the halfway point. A spinning back elbow stalled Topher’s momentum and left him staggered. The British Bombshell charged for a clothesline but TCJ dove beneath and rolled under the bottom rope, popping up on the apron and jumping back in the ring with a springboard crossbody. He immediately rolled away and went for a shining wizard, knocking Glory back down when she tried to stand up. His Or Whatever (springboard stunner) instead was countered by a double knee backbreaker from the Riot Champion, who then rolled Topher on his belly and locked him in a camel clutch right in the middle of the ring. The ropes were a long way for Constantine, but his determination and never give up attitude allowed him to reach them and interrupt the submission. Obviously Braddock took the entire five count before letting him go, adding a stomp to the back of the head for good measure. As the match drew to the conclusion, it was Topher who was in control, coming really close to the win with the Most Def. The incredibly near fall worked as a wake-up call for Braddock, who suddenly kicked into high gear and increased the intensity of her attacks, almost as if she finally decided to take things seriously. And just like that the tides had turned, Braddock built some momentum with a flurry of kicks, leaving him stunned and open wide for the Beautiful Insanity DDT. Topher kicked out from that and saved himself from the Blaze Of Glory as well, but he was never really able to recover and strike up a real comeback, with the exception of a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that gave him a two count, from that moment to The Glorification that sealed the victory for the British Bombshell, who smiled confidently at the camera mouthing “I told you so.” WINNER: Glory Braddock (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (The Glorification), 10:08 |
Sir Figgles: "And STIIIIIIIILLLLLLL!!! Suck it, Topher!"
Amy Maynard: "Whoa! Calm down and show some respect for TCJ, he definitely earned it tonight."
Sir Figgles: "How exactly? By losing?"
Amy Maynard: "By entering the toughest match of his career and, against all odds, give Braddock a run for her money. Well done Tophster!"
Amy Maynard: "Whoa! Calm down and show some respect for TCJ, he definitely earned it tonight."
Sir Figgles: "How exactly? By losing?"
Amy Maynard: "By entering the toughest match of his career and, against all odds, give Braddock a run for her money. Well done Tophster!"
The show switches from ringside to the backstage area, where The American Monster Jacob Hammerstein sits alone on a production crate. His head is bowed, his dark hair hangs down, obscuring his face.
Hammerstein:
Duke Andrews gets on Twitter, quotes shitty song lyrics and likes to talk smack about me or whoever his opponent is, and that's okay because maybe he needs that to look cool to the rest of the gang. Maybe it makes him feel good about himself, and that's okay, too, because we should all feel good about ourselves.
He's gonna have to do a lot of shitty song lyric quoting and smack talking to make himself feel better after I kick the ever loving shit out of him tonight.
The former Chicago Way Champion turns his face towards the camera and pulls his hair back.
Hammerstein:
See, Duke, you called me a "me player" and not a "we player," and you know something? You're one hundred percent right. I am a "me player." I stand on my own. I don't have anyone standing with me, backing me up. The one person who backed me up in this sport got ripped out of my life.
The American Monster lowers his head and rubs his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. He raises his head, his gaze narrowing.
Hammerstein:
So, yeah, Duke. I was never really a good fit for A.P.E. because I preferred to stand on my own and not depend on CCJ, Envy, REDD, or you to help me win. And at Drums in the Night, on my own, I outfought and outlasted twenty-nine other fighters to earn the right to fight you for The Lockdown Title tonight.
And for sixty minutes, I'm gonna make you earn the right to hang on to that title. You're gonna have to fight me….one on one….no A.P.E. to bail you out, for sixty minutes. From bell to bell, I'm putting you through sixty minutes of hell, and I will walk out The Lockdown Champion.
Hammerstein pushes himself off the production and begins to walk away from the cameraman, who poses a question to the wrestler.
Cameraman:
But, what if you lose?
Hammerstein pauses for a moment, then turns and faces the cameraman. For a moment it looks as if The American Monster may have bad intentions towards the cameraman, but he stops and looks into the camera's lense.
Hammerstein:
For me to lose, Duke, you'll have to find it in yourself to dig something out of that abyss where your soul once was, before you sold it to Chris Constantine, Jr. You're gonna have to find what's left of your heart, your backbone...what little tiny piece of manhood you still have locked away for a rainy day. You're gonna have to pull it out, remember what it means to be a real fighter….a real man...and truly... honestly outfight me.
If you can do that, I'll call you the better fighter….and the better man.
Hammerstein walks away as the show goes back to ringside.
Lockdown Championship Match
Duke's Rule: 60 minutes Iron Man Match
Duke Andrews (c) VS HammersteinDuke's Rule: 60 minutes Iron Man Match
Sit down, grab your favorite drink and snacks and don’t make any plans for the next hour. Duke Andrews really raised the stakes with this one, choosing a sixty minute iron man match for his first Lockdown Championship defense against Hammerstein to settle the score with him. A score that dated a few months back, when the American Monster left (or was expelled if you ask them) from the American Pain Experience. For an hour these two will go to war, although seeing how they started, having a few doubts was reasonable. None of them held anything back, even with the knowledge that they’ll have to go for sixty minutes. The first exchange was as brutal as it comes, stiff punches and elbow strikes aiming to the jaw. As close as it was, the exchange saw Hammerstein coming out on top when his last strike almost knocked a tooth out of Duke’s mouth, leaving Michigan's Favorite Son checking his mouth. Hammerstein scooped him up and dropped him down with a body slam, hitting the ropes and jumping for a knee drop. Andrews moved out of the way and popped back up to his feet, hitting the challenger with a nast kick to the side of the head. He made the cover, but Jacob kicked out in one. The American Monster was quickly back on his feet, delivering open hand chops to Duke’s chest, His irish whip attempt was countered by Andrews who caught Hammie with a kick to the stomach to halt his momentum when he bounced back. Hooking both arms in a double underhook, Duke lifted him and held him upside down for a few long seconds before dropping him on his head with a piledriver. The first fall of the match came around the ten minutes mark, and it was scored by the challenger who was quick to nail the champion with the Hammersteiner. Duke’s reaction was immediate and furious, he didn’t even wait for the rest period to be over to charge at Jacob and take him down for some good old ground and pound style. This ruthless aggression earned him a warning from the referee but, most importantly, really did a number on the former Chicago Way champion. Visibly dazed, Hammerstein cowered back into the corner, resting against the ropes to catch his breath. Duke didn’t give him the change, charging in at full speed with a corner clothesline, followed by a second one just because. And then kicks, a lot of them, to the chest and stomach, turned into relentless stomps when Hammerstein fell into a seated position. He even stepped over him, standing with both feet on his chest and pressing down, earning a second warning from the referee. Grabbing a handful of hair, Duke dragged Hammerstein to the middle of the ring, raising the knee onto his face and lifting him with a brainbuster. Duke made the cover but it only gave him a two count. The equalising point came a few minutes later with the Killshot. Not even one third into the match and the two competitors were already showing the first signs of fatigue. Quite understandable considering how intense and expensive the match had been so far. For the following minutes they both seemed to take a breath, slowing down the pace and resorting to various rest holds. Duke was the most skilled in this department, counting on more technical background that allowed him to control the brawler, keeping him grounded and wearing him down with neck and choke holds. Hammerstein was able to break free from the standing headlock with two elbow strikes to the stomach, pushing Duke against the ropes and throwing him in the air with a back body drop. The match was now back on its original tracks, a hard hitting contest between two men who certainly didn’t love one another. They were fighting blow for blow, much like in the first exchange Hammerstein was able to string together a few consecutive strikes, rocking the Lockdown champion and whipping him against the ropes. As he bounced back, Hammerstein picked him up and spun around, slamming him on the canvas with a spinebuster. Hammerstein went to stomp the champion, but Duke was able to kick him from the ground. A sudden strike to the stomach that caught Hammerstein completely off guard and doubled him over. Andrews was quick to lock him in the Good Night, obtaining a submission win. Now leading 2-1 and with a little less than twenty minutes to go, it was in Duke’s best interest to slow down the pace and limit Hammerstein’s offense. When the challenger managed to build some momentum, Andrews was quick to roll out of the ring and take a breath. The fans booed this action, Hammerstein himself wasn’t too pleased with it and left the ring as well, chasin after Duke. The co-founder of APE ran around the ring with the American Monster still in his tracks. He slid back in only to leave on the opposite side, playing a game of cat and mouse that bought him a couple of valuable minutes. But inevitably ended with Hammerstein catching the Epitome Of Perfection as he was sliding under the bottom rope. He dragged him back inside the ring, pulling him up to his feet and hitting him with a couple of uppercuts. He then sent him against the ropes and ran into him, tossing him halfway across the ring with The Pounce. The former Chicago Way champion tried a cover, but Andrews kicked out in two. Time was ticking for Hammerstein who needed to score two pinfalls in fifteen minutes, His punches and forearm strikes were now stiffer than they were before, and the reason obviously was the sense of urgency the situation was demanding. Duke, on the other hand, was focusing on resisting, kicking out from everything the challenger hit him with, and that included a high-angle ddt, a neckbreaker and bicycle kick. He didn’t limit himself to defend the score, waiting for the opportunity to counterattack. Hammerstein left himself open to a knee to the ribs, which was the beginning of Duke’s comeback. Andrews hit the Red White & Blue combo, but the roaring elbow didn’t knock Jacob down. He staggered, stumbling back a step or two. But he still managed to counter the charging Duke with a vicious headbutt. Both men were down, the referee starting a double count. Hammerstein pulled himself up at six and picked up the opponent. Although still dazed himself, the former Chicago Way champion launched Duke against the corner with a buckle bomb and kicked him in the guts as he bounced back, planting him down with a sitout powerbomb for the three count. Five more minutes to settle this score once and for all. They both looked exhausted, battered and bruised but this wasn’t a reason to hold anything back There was much more than gold at stakes. There was pride, vengeance, a legit hatred. And it translated into them going all out and pushing one another over the limits. Duke was in absolute shock when Hammerstein kicked out from the Andrews Effect. His eyes shifting from Hammerstein to the referee and back to the challenger in a look of disbelief. The American Monster slowly picked himself up, looking almost out of it. And that made the overhead belly to belly suplex into the corner he caught Duke with even more incredible. The fans were chanting his name and that seemed to fire up the former Chicago Way champion who found the strength to hoist up Duke to the top rope. He climbed up as well, lifting and holding him upside down for a superplex. Instead, he jumped down and nailed him head first with a super Hammersteiner picking up the decisive point with one spare and uneventful minute left WINNER: Hammerstein (NEW CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (3-2), 60:00 |
Ambra Monroe: "What did we just see?"
Peyton Holland: "A battle of will and pride, of strength and determination. Two men pushing each other to the limit... In the end, Hammerstein was able to go that extra mile and get the win. We have a new Lockdown champion!"
Ambra Monroe: "You know, I'm not a fan of Duke, or APE for what it's worth. But I dare anyone, after tonight, to say that he can't wrestle and only wins because of his associates."
Peyton Holland: "He often choose the low road, but what he can do in that ring? That's undeniable."
Peyton Holland: "A battle of will and pride, of strength and determination. Two men pushing each other to the limit... In the end, Hammerstein was able to go that extra mile and get the win. We have a new Lockdown champion!"
Ambra Monroe: "You know, I'm not a fan of Duke, or APE for what it's worth. But I dare anyone, after tonight, to say that he can't wrestle and only wins because of his associates."
Peyton Holland: "He often choose the low road, but what he can do in that ring? That's undeniable."
Pre-recorded…
Soft classical music is playing as our scene opens in a luxurious grand ballroom. We see a dark haired beauty wearing a black sequined tight little black dress and a black high heeled shoes. A low chuckle can be heard escaping her lips.
Summer Collins:
How many more of these unnecessary little qualifying clusterfucks must we endure?
Yes, this is the voice of Summer Collins, the somewhat more arrogant member of Fabulous. She turns around to confirm her identity with her lovely face. A few moments later she is joined by her tag team partner, The Archangel Jessica Lasiewicz, who is wearing a red tight form fitting dress.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Jesteśmy nieuniknieni.
Summer Collins:
She speaks French too!
The Archangel rolls her eyes.
Summer Collins:
Bad Boyz?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Beat them. Bree Tee?
Summer Collins:
Overrated. Brother McMillion?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Not in our league. The Steeles?
Summer Collins:
The Who?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
That’s a rock band. Kory Kramp and Drew Dream?
Summer Collins:
Eww...anyone else?
Lasiewicz shrugs her shoulders.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Maybe so, probably, but in the end does it really matter? At the end of the day does it really matter? The fact is that you and I have been the most consistently good tag team in this division. We have traveled all over the world beating the best tag teams and we have been doing the same thing here in MWE. And this little turmoil match, this half-assed gauntlet crap for a tag title contendership, it shouldn’t even be happening because we have on more than one occasion outclassed and embarrassed the reigning champions in APE.
Summer Collins:
We would be champions today were it not for their own cowardly tactics to keep the belts. But if MWE wants us to jump through more hoops that’s fine. If MWE wants us to embarrass their entire tag team division in one match then we’ll gladly do so. Because by the end of the night we will leave no doubt as to the best tag team in MWE
Jessica points a long slender finger at the camera.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
And whether those belts are held by APE or held by Rhett and Qiyara, it doesn’t matter because they’re just placeholders. They’re just keeping those belts warm for the future tag team champions, the absolutely FABULOUS tag team champions, Summer Collins and Jessica Lasiewicz.
Summer Collins:
Come and place your bets!
Jessica furrows her brow in annoyance.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
That’s my line.
Summer Collins:
Yeah, well you stole mine.
The two ladies blow a kiss at the camera
Tag Team Turmoil Match
#1 Contendership For The MWE Tag Team Titles
#1 Contendership For The MWE Tag Team Titles
Bad Boyz VS BreeTee Committee VS Brothers McMillion VS Fabulous VS The Steeles VS Kory Kramp & Drew Dream + more?
Following a match that kept the fans on the edge of their seats for an entire hour was a match that could go on for just as long. The newest team in MWE of Karib Trinidad and Nick Platinum started things off against the veterans of the division, The Steeles. The former Masked Angels lived up their hype of being dangerous fighters, overwhelming Kate and her husband with their MMA based offense, showing an incredible chemistry as well. The Steeles never stood a chance, falling under the Bad Boyz hard strikes. Kabib’s bicycle knee strikes on Teddy was the end for The Steeles, with Nick helping his partner preventing Kate from interfering, tackling her to the ground. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing the next team, Christian Michaels and Javen, they are the Brothers McMillion!” Trinidad and Platinum introduced themselves to the MWE fans in the most impressive fashion, doing quick work of the former Lockdown champion and her husband. But now they were facing a much bigger challenge in the former Tag Team champions. CM was succumbing to the opponent’s power and technical prowess, but what he was lacking in strength and skills against the Martial Artist, he made up for with his experience. Christian tagged his brother in, Javen entered the ring with a slingshot dropkick to the cornered Trinidad, rolling backward and popping up to his feet for another low dropkick to the face. His speed and agility were creating some problems to the Bad Boyz. Even after Karib made the tag to his partner, the McMillion was able to maintain control. Until his diving crossbody attempt was blocked by Platinum who then slammed the former tag champion on the canvas, obtaining a count of two. And now that they were controlling the pace, the Bad Boyz dominated the competition using quick tags to keep the fresh man in, isolating the poor Javen in their corner and wearing him down with those hard strikes. Simon was able to sneak away and make the tag, and Christian turned once again the tides of the match, regaining control for his team. Their Dirty South Drop almost got the job done for them, but Kabib made the last minute save for his team. That was also the last offensive move the Brothers managed to do. A couple of minutes later and a devastating combo by Nick knocked out Javen. The debuting tag team advanced another round, eliminating the former tag champions at the end of a long and tiring match. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing next, the team of Kory Kramp and Drew Dream!” Kramp and Dream had some unfinished business with Kabib and Nick, or rather with their Masked Angel alter ego. And they came in with a vengeance, springboarding inside the ring with simultaneous dropkicks to take both the Bad Boyz down. It took the referee some time to restore the order and convince Dream to stop assaulting Kabib and exit the ring. Eventually he succeeded in his task, leaving the legal men fighting. The Human Fly kept moving quickly around the opponent, keeping himself away from his dangerous strikes. His offense mostly consisted in swift kicks to the legs, a solid plan that worked out just fine for him, eventually able to force Platinum on one knee and plant him on his head with a ddt. Kory made the cover, Kabib entered the ring and didn’t limit himself to break it up, launching Kramp shoulder first into the corner with all the strength he was capable of. The impact of his shoulder against the steel post was kind of scary, drawing a scream from the young man and painting a look of concern on his partner’s face. Dream immediately tagged himself in and locked up with Trinidad who received the tag from his partner. The MMA specialist kept the Airhead Of Atlanta at bay for a while with his variety of holds, but Dream evenutally broke free with his The BJ stunner. For two minutes Drew fought like a man possessed, hitting Kabib with unexpected force. He then shoved him in the corner, making the tag to Kory before lifting the former Masked Angel over his shoulder and driving him down with a powerbomb. At soon as Trinidad hit the floor, Kramp leaped off the top rope with a frog splash, landing on top of the Bad Boy. Drew launched himself into the charging Nick, tackling him down before he could break up the pin. Kory and Dream had their retribution on the men who, hiding behind the Masked Angel identity, harassed them for weeks. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing next, the team of Jay Gallagher and Donovan Keane, they are Nightfall Rising!” Fresh off their win against Saki and Kimberly Williams (although technically it was her twin sister Marie Jones who fought that match) Jay and Donnie were pumped up as they entered this match, determined to go all the way through the Gauntlet. Keane started the match for their team, wisely targeting Kramp’s shoulder, the one he injured before. Using some basic holds as well as kicks, Donnie really put the Human Fly through the wringer, so much that he almost tapped out to an armbar before eventually reaching the ropes. Despite all the adversity, Kory managed to create the opening he needed to reach for the tag with a tornado ddt, planting Donnie on his head and tagging his partner in. Drew got really close to the win with the Gobstopper, but Jay rushed in and saved the match. The fight went on, Donovan was in a bad spot against the candy obsessed opponent, barely kicking out from the Sweet Tooth (jumping hip attack). A sudden Pele kick was what Keane needed to create some separation, crawling into his corner and finally making the tag to Jay. Gallagher was on fire tonight, quickly turning the tables and obtaining a near fall with the Jay-Breaker. Another stunner gave Drew the chance to make the tag, but Donovan had taken out Kory already, isolating Drew. Dream turned around and got picked up in a fireman’s carry position by Jay, who then dropped him into an overhead kick, eliminating the team of Kory Kramp and Drew Dream. Donovan reached his partner inside the ring, celebrating with him as they waited for the next opponents to be announced. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing next, the team of Saki and Kimberly Williams!” “No fucking way…” Donovan blurted out as the rival duo of Saki and Kim (was it really her though?” came down the ramp. They wasted no time, he took down Williams with a suicide dive while Jay jumped on Saki with the Galla-Star press. It was barely a match between them, constant interferences making it impossible for the referee to maintain order and keep track of what was happening. The moments where only one competitor per team was in the ring were rare, and in one of these Kimberly took advantage of the distracted referee to low blow Donovan and knock him down with the Shadowblade. Unaware of the misconduct, the official made the count. Nightfall Rising was eliminated. The boys didn’t take it too well, Jay protesting with the ref and pointing out Kim’s cheap shot. Donnie, instead, rolled out of the ring, still holding the hurting part. He came back a moment later, steel chair in hand. He slammed in on Saki’s head, pushing the referee away and attacking Kimberly too! A series of wild shots that left the woman scorned motionless on the mat, easy prey for whoever would enter next. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing next, the team of Teagan Gallagher and Bree Smith, they are the BreeTee Committee!” The former tag champions crossed paths with the Nightfall boys on their way out. Donnie smiled at Teagan as he said “You’re welcome, crazy cat lady.” Teegs wasn’t too happy to get a win this way, but she couldn’t change what had already been done. Laying down on top of the unmoving and busted open Kim, she made the cover. Reluctantly the referee made the count, an easy win for the BreeTee Committee. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing next, the team of Valkyrie and Niko Yua, they are Warblade 42!” If Bree and Teegs wanted a fight, they surely found what they were looking for in Vee and Niko. The Great Dane Bitch made that height and weight advantage count, overpowering Gallagher and picking up a near fall with a big time spear. Niko came in after the tag and added some of her hard kicks, calling her partner back into action as she lifted Teagan in a stalling vertical suplex and passed her to Valkyrie, who kept the former tag champion upside down for a little longer before she eventually dropped her to the mat completing the Switchover Suplex. Teagan kicked out in two, but she wasn’t out of the woods yet. Valkyrie continued her onslaught with some heavy strikes and an irish whip to send Teeg in the corner. As she charged in, Gallagher was able to raise both her feet and place them on her chest, pushing down into a stomp. She almost reached Bree in the corner, but the Warmaiden Of Roskilde dove to block her leg, taking her down. They both were up to their feet, and Vee was still holding the opponent’s foot. Gallagher caught her with an enziguri and finally gave the tag to Bree. With the powerhouse in, things immediately changed for the former champions. Sure, Valkyrie definitely matched her strength, but Smith was fresher and came out on top, lifting the Dane for her backbreaker reps. Yua’s speed and her striking ability gave her and her team the illusion that they could turn things around, but Bree took back control. The end for Warblade 42 came with a variation of the Committee’s WHOOPAH, with Bree throwing the opponent with an exploder suplex into Teagan’s codebreaker. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing next, Khali Washington III and Marcus Ali Jr, they are the Bad Boyz!” An unprecedented clash between these two teams, but it was clear from the start that the Bad Boyz did their homework and scouted the former MWE Tag Team Champions. The fact that they were more rested than Bree and Teagan who already went through a tough battle against Warblade 42 surely helped them take the early control. But as time passed, the determination of the Committee allowed them to turn the tides. Quick tags and a lot of combined moves for Bree and Teagan who had Khali isolated in their half of the ring by now. And they almost beat him with the Over The Pop, but Marcus was able to dodge Bree’s attempt to tackle him and break up the pin. KW3 desperately needed a tag and eventually made it, letting Ali in. The Money, as they called him, showed off his outstanding skills in the short span of time he spent in the ring, with moves like a northern lights suplex and a top rope belly to belly on Teagan. He made a mistake, probably caused by his lack of experience allowing Gallagher to reach her partner. Bree dominated him for a couple of minutes until he hit her with the Iron Fist (discus punch). As he made the cover, he dropped something he was holding on his fist on the canvas, and Khali quickly made it disappear before the ref noticed. The camera didn’t quite get what it was, but it surely was used to amplify the impact of his punch, knocking Bree down for the three. Rumchata Ayano: “Introducing next, the last team.. Jessica Lasiewicz and Summer Collins… Fabulous!” A standing ovation welcomed the two girls, the last obstacle on the Bad Boyz’ path toward a title shot. Khali and Marcus started off strong, determined to end this quickly. Jessica and Summer instead were cool with this match going on for quite some time, knowing that them being the last entrants gave them an advantage on the ad Boyz who had to fight one match already before this. They slowed down the pace any time they had the chance, slowly wearing down the opponents with holds and submissions. Their chemistry and experience as tag team did the rist, allowing them to perfectly cut the ring in half and isolate Marcus from his partner. There were a number of near falls, from both sides in fairness. But the closest one was the Our Lady Peace Lasiewicz took Ali’s head off with, and that probably would have gotten them the win if it wasn’t for Khali making the save. Summer came one moment too late, failing to stop him from interfering. But she made sure he could no longer do that, throwing him outside the ring and flying through the ropes herself with a suicide dive. The legal members of each time kept fighting, trading hard strikes in the middle of the ring. Ali tried to surprise Jessica with a small package, hanging on her tights for leverage. But the Archangel rolled through, and now his shoulders were on the mat! Or rather, the shoulders of both competitors. The referee went on with his count, and reached the three. Both Jessica and Marcus began celebrating, only to be disappointed with the official calling it a draw. WINNER: Draw BY: Double Pin, 41:03 |
Amy Maynard: "So, we have two contenders now?"
Sir Figgles: "Hey, I'm not a General Manager, why are you asking me?"
Amy Maynard: "And what about Rhett & Qiyara? They lost only because Envy got his team disqualified?"
Amy Maynard: "And then what? Just have APE defend against everyone then!"
Amy Maynard: "... You know, this is actually not a bad idea at all."
Sir Figgles: "Wait... Hey Vince, Elsa... I was being sarcastic, that wasn't a suggestion! Don't do it!"
Sir Figgles: "Hey, I'm not a General Manager, why are you asking me?"
Amy Maynard: "And what about Rhett & Qiyara? They lost only because Envy got his team disqualified?"
Amy Maynard: "And then what? Just have APE defend against everyone then!"
Amy Maynard: "... You know, this is actually not a bad idea at all."
Sir Figgles: "Wait... Hey Vince, Elsa... I was being sarcastic, that wasn't a suggestion! Don't do it!"
Introduced backstage, Melissa Reeves immediately pulls the camera away and walks as she talks, leaving the intended interview behind.
Melissa Reeves:
You know, three years of Millennium? It’s impressive, it really is. I wasn’t here from the get go, but I’ve been here for two of those years. During that time, by my reckoning, I’ve been champion for 286 days, across my various reigns. Not bad, is it?
She turns a corner and heads past a few posters for tonight’s event, then past a door saying “catering”.
Melissa Reeves:
But I’m not here to give an empty boast, not at all. See, that right there, that stat? It just bolsters my reputation here. Got a lot of folks always wanting to look down at me, and yet here I am.
She stops now, smirking, and points the camera to a poster showing herself vs Jacky Daniels for tonight’s show.
Melissa Reeves:
I’ve had good times here in Millennium, I truly have. I’ve had hard times, too. Personal feuds and grudges, moments of success and of failure. Tonight, though? Tonight isn’t about any of that. Tonight is just about this.
She raises the Cloud Gate title into view.
Melissa Reeves:
And, you know, there’s something to be said for a guy who can simply ask for a chance to challenge. No blindside, no petulence, no trying to goad me into it. The dude just outright asked, he is looking for a challenge, a test. He knows he’ll get that from me, a fellow Australian, a warrior. He wants to step out from the shadows and maybe, well, maybe I understand that all too well.
There’s a brief pause.
Melissa Reeves:
But that doesn’t mean he’s going to get a fairytale ending here. I’m champion for a reason, I won this title for a reason and I’ve retained it for a reason. I’ve spent those 280 whatever days holding a title since I joined Millennium for a reason. So while I know he will bring his best, and goddamnit I admire it, that doesn’t mean I won’t do the same.
She turns the camera back to herself finally.
Melissa Reeves:
Which means I guess we’ll see which of us has it in them to walk away with this title in hand when it’s all said and done, doesn’t it? See you see, Jacky.
End feed.
Cloud Gate Championship Match
Melissa Reeves (c) VS Jacky Rex DanielsPeyton Holland: “A challenge issued on the last Millennium before this event by Jacky Rex Daniels to Melissa Reeves. A way for the Rapscallion to test himself against one of the best wrestlers in MWE, a shot at a title that, for a long time, has been the ultimate yardstick for competition on the green brand.” The camera quickly cut to one of the VIP suits. Sitting there and enjoying the show with her friend Skylynn Reed was the former and longest reigning Cloud Gate champion Tiff Rollins. Seeing her on the tron started a huge round of applause from the fans in attendance. Ambra Monroe: “Sometimes you don’t need months of build up to generate hype. Look at the fans tonight, they know they’re in for a treat.” The match started with the two competitors tying up in the middle of the ring. It didn’t take long before Daniels used his size and strength to reverse it into a hammerlock, smiling confidently as he shoved her in the corner. He charged in, but Reeves moved out of the way causing Jack to hit the turnbuckle chest first. Reeves dropped a couple of forearm strikes to the back, taking full advantage of the situation and ramming Jacky’s head on the protective pad a couple of times. She then turned him around, spread his arms and hooked them around the top rope leaving his chest open and unprotected to her knife edge chops. Next she tried to change corner, whipping the Rapscallion to the opposite side of the ring. Jacky countered it and, this time, connected with the splash, pinning her into the turnbuckle and feeding her a few chops in return. With a belly to belly suplex he tossed her back to the center of the mat, He walked to her but Mel threw her legs up, locking him in a triangle choke. Jacky fought to get out of the submission, but it only made Mel’s grip more tight. The only way out of it then was to gather his strength to lift her up and powerbomb her into the canvas. Ambra Monroe: “Not bad for a start…” Peyton Holland: “They’re definitely not holding back. If Jacky wanted to test himself, he couldn’t pick a better opponent.” As the match continued, Daniels tried to grind Melissa down, trapping her in his Modern Art (grounded octopus stretch). It was a painful situation for the champion, and that unique submission hold wasn’t leaving her much room to maneuver and try escape it. That didn’t stop her from trying of course, but The Rapscallion had this one mastered through his career, and kept the grip tight. With a sudden movement the Reaver rolled to the side, forcing the challenger’s shoulders to the mat. With no way to apply enough pressure to keep her down, she wasn’t expecting to win the match with it. But she achieved her goal as Daniels had to let her go in order to kick out. As he stood up to his feet, he applauded the opponent for her action. Ambra Monroe: “A show of respect? Or just another mind game?” Peyton Holland: “Honestly? I don’t know. It’s always hard to tell with Daniels…” In this very evenly matched contest, the momentum kept swinging back and forth between the two competitors. Right now it was Melissa in control, striking the challenger with various kicks and strikes each of them hitting the mark with pinpoint precision. Jacky was doing his best to resist the onslaught, but Reeves’ blows were hard to parry. He did, eventually, manage to block one of them, immediately pushing the leg aside causing Mel to spin around. She found herself with her back turned to the opponent, who attempted to catch her with a waist lock. He got immediately caught with an elbow to the jaw, prelude to a pele kick that floored him. She hooked the leg, trying another pinning predicament, this time obtaining a two count. Ambra Monroe: “Reeves is just so smooth in every movement, so calm and collected too. You’d think this match put some pressure on her, she accepted a challenge even though she had no obligation to, against an opponent she never wrestled before. That’s quite the risk.” Peyton Holland: “That’s a good point. But she’s confident in her ability, and has plenty of history to back that up.” The match continued and Daniels was throwing literally everything he had to try to interrupt this long phase that saw the champion in control. With some headbutts he was able to rock her, using a shotgun dropkick to shove her hard into the corner. He didn’t rush this time, walking to Mel rather than charging in and delivering a series of uppercuts. With a snapmare, he set her up for a kick to the back, followed by a roundhouse that knocked the champion flat on her back. He went up to the top rope, jumping with a double foot stomp and landing on Reeve’s leg. It was part of a strategy to take those kicks that did so much damage before out of her arsenal, and he kept walking down that path stomping the knee several more times before going for a submission. Melissa Reeves: “It’s a good strategy implemented by Rex here. Kicks play a big role in Mel’s offense.” Peyton Holland: “We’re talking about two world class athletes here, former world champions nonetheless. Sure, Jacky has done his homeworks, he knows and tried first hand how dangerous those legs are and he’s reacting accordingly. But those kicks are not Mel’s only weapon.” His dedication in tearing the limb apart was paying off. Melissa was barely standing now, that right leg definitely bothering the Cloud Gate champion, even more after the chop block that took her down again. She clutched her knee with both hands, rolling on her back and groaning in pain. He went to grab that leg again, but Melissa used the other one to kick him away. She slowly stood up to her feet, the two of them trading hands now. Jacky kicked her thigh, stopping her momentum and causing her to bend down and clutch her leg. He forced her up, and she jumped pulling her knees up. Peyton Holland: “Facial Deconstructor! This could be over!” Ambra Monroe: “She has to make the cover first, and it seems to be easier to be said than done…” Daniels was down, sprawled on the floor unmoving. Mel wasn’t in a much better shape, crying in pain as she held her right knee. Slowly, but surely, she dragged herself toward Jacky, finally making the cover. There was the one, the two, and the thr…. NO! “Enough. Porter, Hammond. End this farce.” The voice was that of the Promised, Freddie Hjalmar. His presence alone was enough to turn the loud cheers into boos. Hjalmar didn’t come out alone, standing by him was the Royal Guard, the two brutes that do the dirty work for the HKW Global Champion. At his order the two men entered the ring, attacking Mel and Jacky as they were barely just standing. It was all too easy for them to annihilate the already worn out competitors, ending the match in the worst possible way. A Royal Execution, first to Mel and then to Jacky as well. Only then Freddie, dressed in full regalia complete with his sceptre, made his way down the ramp, taking the Cloud Gate championship from ringside and sliding under the bottom rope. Crouching down between the two laid out opponents he spoke to them, first to Jacky and then to Mel. The camera couldn’t catch his words, but once he was done, he looked at the title in his hand, smiled and dropped it on Mel’s chest. WINNER: No Contest (STILL CHAMPION: MELISSA REEVES) BY: 18:03 |
Peyton Holland: "Well, anything to say Ambra?"
Ambra Monroe: "What a shame. That's all I'm saying right now."
Peyton Holland: "That's probably the safest choice, honestly."
Ambra Monroe: "Just listen to these fans, they're saying it all. Hjalmar ruined what was a great match. Well, two actually considering the stunt he pulled last night in his match against Lowri Moss."
Peyton Holland: "I'm curious to see what Melissa and Jacky have to say about this."
Ambra Monroe: "What a shame. That's all I'm saying right now."
Peyton Holland: "That's probably the safest choice, honestly."
Ambra Monroe: "Just listen to these fans, they're saying it all. Hjalmar ruined what was a great match. Well, two actually considering the stunt he pulled last night in his match against Lowri Moss."
Peyton Holland: "I'm curious to see what Melissa and Jacky have to say about this."
The World Champion is seen in the backstage area, dressed in her gear and ready for a fight. In typical old school respectful fashion, the championship belt that will be contested in tonight’s main event is strapped securely around its wearer’s waist, its gold plating glistening in the lighting as the champion walks.
She slowly comes to a stop and, after a deep breath, gazes into the camera with a faint smile.
Kelsey Spencer:
It’s amazing how so much can change in so little time. The Millennium Wrestling fandom has been buzzing this week. I’ve heard the talk of the town is we could very well see a new MWE World Champion crowned tonight, in the main event of Anniv3rsary. And I get it, I know why the odds aren’t in my favour. Every time I’ve faced Devin Hearst, I’ve been beaten and brutalised. Defeated. If you really think about it, most of his opponents end their confrontation with him in the same way - flat on their back, counting those bright arena lights suspended from the ceiling.
She pauses for a beat.
Kelsey Spencer:
Mr. Hearst, lemme invite you to cast your mind back to almost seven months ago. March 28, 2020… MWE Down Under, Riot Championship on the line. I fought tooth and nail to win the first ever Riot Rumble and earn my championship opportunity. But no matter what I tried, I couldn’t wrestle that championship away from you. I felt frustrated, deflated, and unworthy. Like no matter how hard I’d train, no matter how much I’d improve, I’d never be able to defeat you. I want you to take note of that, for reasons we’ll get into in a bit. Just store it in the back of your mind for a tick.
We don’t see eye-to-eye on a lot of things, Devin. Though one thing I can say is I have a great deal of respect for you as an athlete. I mean no offense to every other opponent I’ve squared off with during my MWE career, but when it comes to the toughest all-round competitors I’ve come across, your name’s right at the top of the list. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have an issue with you.
A little more venom in the voice of the champion now, as her somewhat soft gaze hardens.
Kelsey Spencer:
The last time we stood face to face on Riot, you accused me of being cold for brushing over you and the rest of Sandstorm Inc laying out my family. Is that cold? I dunno, maybe it is. But let me tell you something when it comes to my approach to professional wrestling. Bones mend and wounds heal, but when you lay your hands on a championship and claim it as your own without even having earned it in the ring, you’re disrespecting everything it represents. You’re spitting in the face of every man and woman in that locker room busting their asses to earn themselves the recognition of the front office… The adoration or ire of the fans in those seats that will make the higher-ups take note and consider upgrading their placement in the promotion. You spit in the face of the champion who worked tirelessly for over two freakin’ years to earn the right to hold the most prestigious championship in Millennium Wrestling!
She breaks her glare at the camera lens and looks to the floor for a break, looking to regain some of her composure before she continues on.
Kelsey Spencer:
Let me clear one last thing up for you before we meet in that ring tonight. You see, unlike last time, it’s not my job to defeat you. As I’m the reigning MWE World Champion, Devin… It’s your duty to defeat me. You’re the one who’s faced with the task of proving you’ve earned the right to call yourself champion tonight. Those feelings of frustration and deflation I expressed earlier? I wanted you to remember them because you’re gonna be the one experiencing them at the end of the night.
You see Devin, so much can change in so little time… But tonight, one thing will remain the same. And that’s Kelsey Spencer as your MWE World Heavyweight Champion.
MWE World Championship Match
Kelsey Spencer (c) VS Devin HearstAmy Maynard: “This is it, ladies and gentlemen, the culmination of two incredible nights of action, the celebrations for the three years of MWE ending with the biggest prize on the line. Kelsey Spencer defends her World Title against Devin Hearst.” Sir Figgles: “And what better way to end the Anniversary than with The Man himself raising the World championship?” Ambra Monroe: “Hold your horses, Figgles. Don’t count Kelsey out so soon, that girl can go, and she already proved in the past that when the pressure is on, she always delivers.” Sir Figgles: “She also never beat Devin, but let’s ignore facts to fit your narrative, right?” Peyton Holland: “In singles competition…” Sir Figgles: “What?” Peyton Holland: “She never beat Hearst in singles competition. On the last Riot before the Anniversary, she did beat him in a tag match, remember? You were there..” Sir Figgles: “Pfft, tag matches don’t count…” Ambra Monroe: “Wait, how was that? Let’s ignore facts to fit your narrative, right?” Sir Figgles: “Shut up, the match is starting…” And it started with Devin being extremely aggressive and pushing Kelsey back in the corner, strike after strike. When the referee asked him to break it up, Devin surprisingly did so, turning around and stepping toward the center of the ring. And then caught her by surprise with a mule kick to the stomach, pivoting around and charging in with a clothesline. He hit her with a couple more knee strikes to the mid-section and then easily launched her all the way across the ring with a fallaway slam. Kelsey rolled on all fours and started to push herself up, but Devin knocked her back down with a running knee to the side of the head. The challenger then made the first cover, but the champion was still alive. Amy Maynard: “Look at him, so smug, so arrogant…” Sir Figgles: “Wouldn’t you be? The match only started and he’s already in full control.” Ambra Monroe: “Are you getting paid for cheerleading him like that? We’re not even three minutes into this contest and… Owww!” Sir Figgles: “You were saying?” A scary discus clothesline turned the world champion inside out, leaving her flat on her chest. Hearst pulled Kelsey up by her hair and squeezed her in a bear hug, a move we didn’t see him perform too often but that gave a clear indication of how confident and in control the challenger was feeling. Spencer tried to get free with some punches to the head, fighting through the pain Hearst’s submission was giving her. He eventually let her go in the most indelicate and painful way, literally throwing her over his head with a suplex. With seemingly no rush at all, he just walked to her and picked her up in a suplex position once again, this time throwing her in front of him with his Desperado releasing suplex. Peyton Holland: “It’s been all Hearst so far, a dominant performance by the former Riot champion.” Amy Maynard: “I wonder how much the psychological aspect is affecting her. The fact that she never beat him in a one on one match, knowing that his goons can appear at any moment…” Ambra Monroe: “You may have a good point there. But she definitely needs to turn this around, and do it soon.” Kelsey probably didn’t hear Ambra’s words, but she did it nonetheless. A shy reaction at first, a weak flurry of punches to the rib that barely affected Devin. He put an abrupt end to the momentum he was building with a knee strike to the stomach, followed by anirish whip that sent the world champion against the ropes. She bounced back, ducking another clothesline. On the second rebound, he picked her up but Kelsey caught him with a tilt-a-whirl ddt, planting him on top of his head. Nailing that first big move gave him courage and probably rebuilt the confidence she seemed to have lost in the early minutes. As Devin charged in, she caught her with a japanese arm drag, and a second one right after. For a third time the move was effective on the challenger who, showing now some signs of frustration for the momentum swinging, slammed his fist on the canvas before pushing himself up. Halfway there, he was caught by a running single leg dropkick from the World champion, but he still managed to kick out in time. Peyton Holland: “There it is, the Spencer we know!” Amy Maynard: “She had a rough start, but it’s in the moments of difficulty that you truly see the makings of a champion. And Kelsey has them.” She doubled Devin over with a kick to the stomach and followed up with a double axe handle to drop him to his knee. She measured him up and hit him with a superkick to the face. Hearst went down like a ton of bricks, Spencer had to struggle a bit to roll him on his back to make the cover, only to get another two. The two were now up to their feet, Kelsey still in control and delivering a volley of forearms to the challenger’s face. Devin finally shoved her back with a right hand to the jaw, sending Kelsey staggering back and buying himself some time to find his bearings. The champion charged in, the contender lifted and dropped her on the top rope with a stun gun, taking a run to the ropes as she stumbled away coming back with a running big boot right to the side of the head. Sir Figgles: “Good night Kelsey, thanks for coming…” Amy Maynard: “Not so fast, Figgles, she kicked out!” The kick though, really did a number on the world champion. She was wobbly on her legs as she stood up, tripping over herself and falling backwards against the ropes. But what impressed the most were her eyes, wide open staring off into space. The referee, rightfully concerned, checked on her for possible signs of concussion, asking her if she wanted to continue but, at the same time, preparing himself to make the tough call. Devin instead kept pushing, asking the official to either stop the match and award him the win and the title or to step away and allow him to continue. Spencer shook her head, saying that she was fine even though everything seemed to be telling a different story. The match continued and Hearst wasted no time, charging at the champion and dropping her outside the ring with a clothesline. Kelsey bounced on the apron before ending her fall on the floor, but she immediately stood up, climbing up on the apron ready to enter the ring one more time. Another charge by the challenger, this time right into an enziguri from Spencer, who then leaped back in with a springboard crossbody. Her comeback was but a flash in the pan, another hard blow to the head halted her momentum and put Hearst back in the driver’s seat. The Comedown, another Desperado, a powerbomb… Nothing was keeping Kelsey down. She even saved herself from the Sunset Rider pedigree, simply by putting her foot on the rope. Sir Figgles: “I can’t believe it…” Peyton Holland: “That was incredibly close for Kelsey… How much longer can she resist?” But it wasn’t about resisting for Kelsey, it wasn’t about surviving. She stood up, blocked his right punch and connected one of her own. She did that a second time, and after that Devin kicked her in the guts and fired her against the ropes with an irish whip. She bounced back, sliding under his big boot attempt and took him down with a reverse ddt. Hearst immediately got up to his feet, eating a kick to the chest, followed by one to the side that caught him right above the hips, hitting those ribs that so often have bothered him. Once again Kelsey unleashed her offense, a series of strikes that pushed the challenger all the way back into the corner. She never hit him when he was there, instead, she took him back to the center of the ring with a monkey flip and connected the cartwheel leg drop and made the cover, but Hearst kicked out and stood up to his feet, resisting Kelsey’s Deprivation DDT attempt and flooring her with a Yakuza kick. “Unheavenly Creatures” by Coheed And Cambria blared out of the loudspeakers, signaling the entrance of Chris Constantine Junior and the rest of APE. Kelsey was still recovering from the kick, Hearst started laughing maniacally as if he was expecting this from his long time rival. As soon as the music faded, Hearst let out a loud whistle. Wilkow and Dreadnought immediately emerged from the curtains, running down the ramp. As soon as he saw the Private Contractor, Duke Andrews charged at him, tackling to the ground and punching him with incredible violence. “It’s not as easy when they’re not cuffed, right?” He screamed, referring to the final moments of night one match when Dreadnought cuffed Duke’s friend Nina and hit her with a baton. Envy and REDD were still recovering from last night as well, especially Alan who felt, once again, the wrath of BROOKFORD. Wilkow easily went through them and started chasing Constantine who, with noone left to hide behind now, wanted nothing to do with the Sandstorm fueled monster. Now that the situation outside was under control, Hearst could focus on her opponent. Kelsey had fully recovered by now though, and kicked him in the stomach, setting him up for the Deprivation DDT. She hooked the leg, retaining her title and finally beating her great white whale. WINNER: Kelsey Spencer (STILL CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 19:14 |
Peyton Holland: "She did it, she finally pinned Devin Hearst and retained the title in the process."
Amy Maynard: "With an unexpected help from APE... Why are we still letting them running wild like this?
Sir Figgles: "Because they're the most dominant team in MWE history?"
Ambra Monroe: "Because Constantine is a greedy little baby who thinks the world should revolve around him?"
Amy Maynard: "All good theories, but unfortunately we don't have time to dwell into them. See you on November 4th for Millennium ladies and gentlemen."
Peyton Holland: "Good night, and thanks for joining us for our three years anniversary."
Amy Maynard: "With an unexpected help from APE... Why are we still letting them running wild like this?
Sir Figgles: "Because they're the most dominant team in MWE history?"
Ambra Monroe: "Because Constantine is a greedy little baby who thinks the world should revolve around him?"
Amy Maynard: "All good theories, but unfortunately we don't have time to dwell into them. See you on November 4th for Millennium ladies and gentlemen."
Peyton Holland: "Good night, and thanks for joining us for our three years anniversary."