Post by gvb on Nov 15, 2020 18:14:10 GMT -6
Riot in Illinois #12
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Sunday, November 15th, 2020
The show opens with the usual fascinating play of light as Skunk Anansie's "This Means War" blast out of the PA System. The song already has sunk in with the fans who sing the chorus along, while on the big screen images of the Riot stars in action keep playing.
Amy Maynard:
Good evening MWE fans and welcome to Sunday's Riot!
Sir Figgles:
Did I say that i hate this new slot? I should be home watching football in my under...
Amy Maynard:
THAT is an image we don't need, Fig. And like it or not, this is our new airing time. Why don't we talk about the show instead?
Sir Figgles:
Nah not really. Can we move on already?
Amy Maynard:
You're impossible. And you're also lucky that we have to go backstage to watch Kimberly Williams preparing for her match with her partner Saki against the team of Valkyrie and Niko Yua, collectively known as Warblade 42.
We hear the clicking of heels across the concrete floor of the backstage area. Eventually Jessica Lasiewicz steps into view from stage right. The Archangel is dressed in a red dress and red high heel pumps. Her long blonde hair with strawberry pink highlights is hanging unrestrained with some curls to past the shoulders. A curious gaze is etched across her face.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Kim?
The camera pans out and we see off in the distance Jessica’s half-sister, Kimberly Williams. The Woman Scorned has a pile of weapons at her feet that she is sifting through. The Archangel slowly approaches.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Uh, Kim? What are you doing?
Kimberly Williams:
Preparing for my match.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
With that arsenal?
Jessica motions to the pile of weapons, all of which are sharp blades of some sort. Kimberly nods her head enthusiastically.
Kimberly Williams:
Yeah, I mean me and Saki are playing a game called Warblade 42. So I figure that Saki and I would need to bring at least 43 blades to the ring in order to win.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Uh, Kim?
The Woman Scorned ignores her sister. Instead she reaches into the pile and produces a Nightmare on Elm Street Freddy Krueger style glove with knives on each finger.
Kimberly Williams:
First there’s Betty White. Do you think Betty counts as four blades or just one?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
I don’t know, but…
Kimberly bends down and picks up a shank with a very sharp edge.
Kimberly Williams:
I made this way back when I was locked up in the loony bin! It’s a prison shank!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Kim, you and Saki are FACING a team named Warblade 42 in a WRESTLING MATCH. You are not playing a game called Warblade 42.
Kimberly Williams:
Really?
Lasieiwcz nods her head. Kimberly pouts and then drops the shank and “Betty White” back into the pile.
Kimberly Williams:
That sucks. So what are you doing here tonight? You’re not booked. Unless you want to watch me and Saki maim some peeps?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
As fun as that would be, I am already planning to be in attendance and potentially be an active participant in a match tonight.
Kimberly Williams:
Oh those Bad Boys right? Can I gut them for you?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
No need. Summer and I will be there tonight to ensure that they don’t try anything funny.
Kimberly points at Jessica and chuckles.
Kimberly Williams:
Dressed like that?
Jessica Lasiewicz:
No, not like this. I’m going to get changed before I head to the ring. But that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.
She looks at the Freddy glove named Betty White.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
May I borrow Betty?
Tag Team Match
Saki & Kimberly Williams VS Warblade 42
A tag team match to open this episode of Riot with Warblade 42 taking on Kimberly and Saki. The contest opened up with Valkyrie manhandling Saki with hard strikes and a number of suplexes, one of those, a gutwrench variation, gave her the first near fall of the match. Vee and Niko began to work together, using combined attacks on the Kawaii Deathmachine, like when Vee had her in a waistlock and Niko hit her with a superkick into a bridging german suplex. In this case the count was interrupted by Kimberly. The Singapore Mauler got her opportunity to reach the partner after a jawbreaker, and she didn’t waste it, making the tag to Kimberly. Williams entered the ring and caught Niko with a sling blade. Always chaotic in her actions, Kimberly superkicked Valkyrie off the apron, turning back just in time to duck under Niko’s roundhouse kick and sneak up behind her back, taking her down with a neckbreaker. Compared to the previous matches, Kim and Saki showed a growing chemistry, taking control in the central part of the match and working together to wear down the Warmaiden Of Roskilde. Double dropkicks, running big boot/low sweep kick combination and even double superplex were just some of their attempts to put her down, all of them close but no cigar. Despite their obvious improvements though, they still needed to work on and grow as a team. A little miscommunication between them gave Valkyrie the break she desperately needed, reaching her corner and making the tag to Niko. The japanese entered the ring and leveled Kimberly with a sliding lariat. Saki was still in the ring and caught Yua for her ripcord headbut but when she spun around, the Blade Maiden Of Tokyo doubled her over with a kick to the stomach and planted her on her head with an implant ddt. Literally on fire, Niko delivered an incredible spinning hook kick to the head of Kimberly, knocking the Woman Scorned down and hooking her leg for a count of two. Things got pretty hectic in the end, and considering Saki and Kimberly were in the match, nobody really was surprised. It all started when Saki tried to give her partner the Infinity Gauntlet for her to use to finally take down the tenacious Niko. Of course the referee tried to stop it but while he was dealing with the Kawaii Deathmachine, he missed Niko’s tag to Valkyrie. As he turned around, he noticed Valkyrie in the ring, ready to throw the partner toward Kimmy for the RPJ. He blocked the move, claiming that no tag had been made. Valkyrie protested while Kimberly whipped Yua in her corner, right into a gauntlet punch from Saki. The Singapore Mauler dropped the glove on the floor and made the tag, this one seen by the official. She then climbed to the top and waited for Niko to start getting up and jumped with her Cotton Candy Kiss Of Death obtaining the win for her team. WINNER: Saki & Kimberly Williams BY: Pinfall (Cotton Candy Kiss Of Death), 9:27 |
Amy Maynard: "Another win for the odd team of Saki and Williams."
Sir Figgles: "Say what you want about them, but they're getting better week by week."
Amy Maynard: "Well, i'd say they had to break a few rules to get the win tonight."
Sir Figgles: "But they didn't get caught, that's progress. A few weeks ago they would have done this just for the hell of it, tonight instead they focused and used the Infinity Gauntlet in a productive way that gave them the win."
Amy Maynard: "If you say so..."
Sir Figgles: "Say what you want about them, but they're getting better week by week."
Amy Maynard: "Well, i'd say they had to break a few rules to get the win tonight."
Sir Figgles: "But they didn't get caught, that's progress. A few weeks ago they would have done this just for the hell of it, tonight instead they focused and used the Infinity Gauntlet in a productive way that gave them the win."
Amy Maynard: "If you say so..."
The scene opens in a dimly lit room. Glorious Golden Era’s own, Neil Newman, is sitting on a brown stool wearing a black hoodie to cover half of his wrestling gear. The black hood is covering his head. There is a fire in his icy blue eyes. The stone cold expression on his face can be read anyway the viewer wants. Don’t have to wait long to hear what is on his mind.
Neil Newman:
My best friend asked me the other day what is next for me. I didn’t give it much thought to be fair. The landscape on Riot is what it is. Not in the World Title discussion. Glory is Riot Champion. Yada yada yada. I do miss being a champion. Been in this sport long enough to know becoming champion for me will come in due time. Not too worried about when gold will its way to me. I finally figured out what my battle plan is. I am going to focus on what no one else seems to care about, besides us in Glorious Golden Era. I will continue to make pro wrestling a better place.
Unlike my opponent from the anniversary show who only cares about his own wants, his own needs, his own desires. You would think being a veteran of the business would have blessed him with an acute perspective. It hasn’t. I promise I won’t become the veteran who tries to destroy the business to elevate selfish wants. I am a benevolent man. A giving man. Just like Kyle and I elevated the tag team division to the heights it’s currently riding on, I am going to give one special person the gift of becoming a better wrestler.
Alex Andrews, fate has chosen you.
Neil points to the camera.
Neil Newman:
Vincent chose you as my opponent. I have a confession. I have been studying film on you for a while hoping we would step foot in the ring. From the bottom of my heart, I believe you have potential to become great. If we in the Glorious Golden Era were accepting applications, I would put a good word in to Glory on your behalf, but here is the thing Alex. Potential is one thing. Becoming a finished product is another. Frankly, you are not quite ready. But you can. You need someone to walk you through a literal trial by fire. You need someone to inspire you to become the very best you can be.
Neil points to himself.
Neil Newman:
That’s the job that fate chose me for. Back in the day when wrestlers weren’t the pansies they are in the modern era, the legends from the old school would take a young pup, push them to their limits. Rough them up a bit. See who is strong enough. Tough enough. They grinded the pup to find out if they belonged in this sport. I’ve never been a mentor to anyone, really, I am taking it upon myself to become your teacher. I am bringing the old school to the modern era. What you need to ask yourself, Alex, can you prove me right? Can you fulfill the potential I see in you. If you can’t I am going to chew you up and spit you out. Bring your notepad Alex, the learning tree awaits. Be ready. I am.”
Neil stands up. He immediately walks off camera as the scene fades to black.
We open up to see a homemade gym inside of a garage, there are a few weights and other assorted things, but standing there in the middle doing a bit resistance training with a band is Alex Andrews. She sees the camera and smiles brightly towards it.
Alex Andrews:
Hey folks, what's up?
She clears her throat and her face gets a little more serious.
Alex Andrews:
If I'm being honest, I feel like I've been treading water here in MWE. I mean, of course I've taken every match as serious as I can, but nothing quite felt like I was gaining traction. That's going to change right now. No more Missus Nice Lady...well, to extent. I doubt I could change my nature to that degree, but its time to start some upward mobility, that's for sure.
She nods, clearing her throat.
Alex Andrews:
It seems I've caught the attention of one Neil Newman. Cool. So we'll go at it and he'll see exactly what I'm made of. I get that I'm still super new to this whole thing, and not anywhere close to a championship right now, but I've had a few big moments. Beating Morgan Malice and Brien Storm were definitely huge for me.
Alex chuckles to herself before continuing on her train of thought.
Alex Andrews:
And that should be a lesson to you, Neil. Don't. Underestimate. Me. They did and it didn't end well for them. Just about everyone in this company has more experience than I do. Heck, I had my second ever match in a MWE ring, so yeah, it's obvious I'm a bit of a work in progress. I'm still trying to find my feet, but I'm trying. I had a great trainer and am still constantly working to improve. I'll slip and fall, of course. But I'm going to get right back up again.
She drops the resistance band on the floor and looks hard into the camera.
Alex Andrews:
Neil, I know you think you need to test me. And I get it. And I know my demeanor doesn't exactly scream "killer". But I'm not a fragile little toy either. Neil, you're going to have to bring the fight, because in case you didn't figure this out by now. I'm a whole lot tougher than I look.
That bright smile resurfaces as she turns to get back to work as the scene fades.
Singles Match
Alex Andrews VS Neil NewmanPerhaps pushed by Neil’s words, Alex tried to make an impact early , charging as soon as the bell rang, but the veteran saw that coming and stepped aside, causing the rookie to hit the corner. When she staggered out, Newman met her with an european uppercut that sent her back against the turnbuckles and quickly followed with a corner splash. He then grabbed her by the shoulders and unceremoniously threw her back in the middle of the ring, waiting until she started to get up to hit her with a vicious running knee. His pace was slow and methodical, his strikes hard and relentless. For four minutes he absolutely dominated the contest, but never once he tried to pin the rookie. Instead, he kept talking to her, trying to push her to stand up and fight, taunting her by asking if he was wrong to believe she had potential. Standing up, Lady Limitless answered with a dropkick that sent Newman on his back and a shining wizard as he was picking himself up She, instead, didn’t hesitate to make the cover but the former tag champion kicked out in one. Andrews maintained control over the next few minutes, using her speed and feeding off of the crowd who was firmly behind her, showing some good offense and getting a near fall off her ace crusher. Newman found himself against the ropes, forearm strikes raining down on his face in a flurry. A few chops followed and then Andrews sent him against the ropes with an irish whip. As he bounced back, she kicked him in the stomach and went for a suplex, committing the second mistake of her match. Neil easily blocked it and countered with one of his own, a stalling version in that, holding her upside down for a decent time before driving her on the canvas. This time he attempted to make a cover but Alex raised her shoulder in time. The action went back and forth in the final part of the match, the momentum swinging between the two competitors even though, in fairness, Neil had the slight advantage. The Glorious Golden Era member obtained a couple of two counts with a scoop brainbuster and a high-angle delayed german suplex. None of them was as close the one Alex had when she hit her Brain Death (step-up axe kick). It came out of nowhere, after a low dropkick to Neil’s knee, and the former tag champion barely got his shoulder up. After kicking out, he rolled out of the ring to catch his breath. Alex followed him there and tried to push him back inside the ring but he caught her with an elbow to the stomach and immediately powerbombed her on the apron. The referee was already at five by then but Neil didn’t even consider entering the ring. He simply watched Alex, who started moving at eight but still failed to beat the count. WINNER: // BY: Double Count Out, 9:52 |
Amy Maynard: "Neil could have won the match, why did he walk out instead?"
Sir Figgles: "I think that's what Alex is going to ask him..."
Alex chased Neil up the ramp, asking him what the hell was that. Newman shrugged and turned around, walking away without deeming her worth an answer. The stubborn rookie stopped him and forced him to turn, demanding an answer. As it became clear she wasn't getting any, she pushed him back. Newman laughed, and that was the last straw to set Andrews off. She hit him with a hard right hand, causing him to stagger a few steps back. She charged again, this time finding Newman ready with a punch of his own. Things escalated quickly, but luckily security rushed to the scene almost immediately separating the two competitors.
Sir Figgles: "I think that's what Alex is going to ask him..."
Alex chased Neil up the ramp, asking him what the hell was that. Newman shrugged and turned around, walking away without deeming her worth an answer. The stubborn rookie stopped him and forced him to turn, demanding an answer. As it became clear she wasn't getting any, she pushed him back. Newman laughed, and that was the last straw to set Andrews off. She hit him with a hard right hand, causing him to stagger a few steps back. She charged again, this time finding Newman ready with a punch of his own. Things escalated quickly, but luckily security rushed to the scene almost immediately separating the two competitors.
Singles Match
Brien Storm VS EchoThe blonde Aussie is ready for her match, waiting in the gorilla position for her music to hit. Glancing over her back, perhaps alerted by some noise, she spotted her opponent a few steps behind. Now, we all can agree that Storm isn't the most trustworthy person in the roster, and he has an history of attacking the opponents before the match, as seen recently in Valiant. But Echo didn't give him the benefit of the doubt, spinning around and clocking him with a discus punch that caught the Captain right on the jaw and sent him down on his ass. Without flinching, she kicked him hard to the side of the head, flattening him and quickly jumping on top of him, inflicting more punishment with lefts and rights punches. A flock of stagehands and security members rushed to separate them, dragging Echo way and helping Brien up to his feet. The former invictus champion wasn't done yet, wiggling out of her jacket and escaping the security, charging back at her scheduled opponent and spearing him into the backdrop used for the interviews, trampling a couple of backstage workers in the process. She looked like a woman possessed, smashing Brien's head on the floor. Once again they managed to restrain her, this time dragging her away. WINNER: // BY: 0:00 |
The scene cut to… A comic book store? Donovan Keane seems just as perplexed as the average viewer would be when he enters the shop. To his left and right he's surrounded by shelves filled with comic books and other memorabilia from that and other fantasy worlds. Doctor Who merchandise, The Lord Of The Ring action figures… And countless Baby Yoda plushes. All this makes it a weird set-up for a segment, and even a weirder location for Vincent Moretti’s office. Donovan has to make his way through a small crowd of Star Wars aficionados to reach the Riot General Manager sitting on a small table in a far corner of the store.
Donovan Keane:
What the hell?
He asks, finally standing in front of the GM, and Vincent blinks and sees who has come to visit. He doesn’t look surprised at all. He has a marvel comic in one hand and a cold latte in the other though he winces at the comic briefly. The silver fox, dressed in a silver suit, just leans forward from his chair to look up at him trying to make light for a moment.
Vincent Moretti:
I know right? Marvel needs to keep certain people from not being couples in that ultimate universe. What the hell...what the hell…
He sees that his joke didn’t land at all after glancing at Donovan before shrugging for a moment. His demeanor is still light though.
Vincent Moretti:
Geez...tough crowd. I think I have a guess but what can I help you with?
Donovan’s eyes keep wandering from Vince to the comic in his hand, then back to him and quickly moving all around the venue they were in, with all those (for him) absurd objects and the weird crowd that gathered there.
Donovan Keane:
I never took you for a n…
The general manager stops him before he could pronounce that N word that could sound offensive to the other patrons.
Donovan Keane:
Right… Anyway, as you surely know, I’ve been in quite the hot streak recently… I beat Asher at Drums In The Night, I beat Saki and Kimberly in a tag match at Anniv3rsary and… I happened to pin your MENTV champion last Sunday.
He says that last part with a shrug of his shoulder, acting like that was the easiest feat among those he listed.
Vincent Moretti:
Yes...I can tell by how you and the champion were getting along so well on social media that the last part was very known. Though for the record, this isn’t my cup of tea either this surrounding but...money is money right?
Vincent has a knowing smirk after he states that last part as he leans back before getting back into business.
Vincent Moretti:
Let me try to fill in the last blank then: You want your singles opportunity with Pierce Manning. Am I right about assuming that?
Donovan nods his head.
Donovan Keane:
I think I earned that and, most importantly, I think I can beat him. Hell, I already proved that and he even had Jenni by his side.. I want him, one on one with his title on the line. He already has three wins so far, someone has to stop him before he gets to five because, between me and you, nobody wants to see that guy fighting for the Riot championship…
Vincent lets a shrug of his shoulders as he chews that point over though again it feels like his tone is light.
Vincent Moretti:
It would be interesting if he got to Glory you know. But you’re right about one thing. I think you’ve earned your fifteen minutes. The MENTV championship will be on the line with you two. You’ve earned your case and your opportunity. He has as much incentive to beat you as you do him after all...in that fifteen minutes. A draw doesn’t do him any good trying to get those five wins after all.
As he states this Vincent goes into his cluttered desk, knocking over one of the baby Yodas(and getting a death glare from a particularly icy nerd) as he does that but he found a clipboard with the contract. He then hands it off to Donovan and with a hint of pride and the former wrestler coming out.
Vincent Moretti:
It just needs your name and we have a MENTV Championship match next week. I was hoping you’d ask me directly all week the moment you won that tag match. Had a feeling you would so I had that ready.
Donovan Keane:
I never thought I’d be signing a contract in nerd heaven…
As he was putting ink to paper, a fat customer passed by to recover the Baby Yoda Vincent accidentally dropped, bumping into the young wrestler.
Donovan Keane:
Hey!
He turns around, seeing this 300 pounds of humanity cuddling the Baby Yoda, asking it if he got hurt.
Donovan Keane:
Watch out when you drag that giant ass around… We’re doing important business here, unlike you nerds!
Vincent Moretti:
Oh...crap.
The fat guy, and every other person in the store suddenly turn their attention to Donovan. Seeing where this is potentially going, Vincent starts picking up all his stuff, starting with the contract Donovan has just signed.
Donovan Keane:
Oh, I got your attention now, Jabba The Hutt? What are you gonna do, huh? If I were you, I’d ask Scotty to beam up your ass before I start kicking it all the way to Uranus…
Vincent Moretti:
Danger Will Robinson...
Whether he intentionally mixed up the Star Wars and Star Trek universes or not, his words didn’t sit well with the crowd that starts gathering around them.
Vincent Moretti:
I sense a horrible disturbance in the force right now…
Vincent shakes his head and after he speaks that and with the attention more on the fat guy in front of Donovan, a female nerd, literally cosplaying as Captain Marvel, has snatched the latte that was on the desk and Vincent’s eyeballs bug out.
Vincent Moretti:
Can we NOT!?
Vincent’s protests are in vain as she chucks it directly at Donovan’s head. It makes contact with the side of his head and the contents empty all over the now challenger and the floor. Rather than show concern for the fan or his employee...
Vincent Moretti:
Every time. Without fail. Every. Single. Time. I get a latte and I CAN’T EVEN DRINK IT!
The customers are getting more and more threatening, closing in to the duo. One of them shouts “HERESY!” referring to Donnie’s previous comments. Two of them begin talking in Klingon, and even those who don’t speak the language can tell their intentions are not pleasant at all. As this is going on, Vincent has packaged what he needed in a folder. He’s seen this episode a few times in his life.
Donovan Keane:
We gotta get out of here, boss… I can deal with Kimberly and Saki, but I’m afraid nerd rage could be too much to handle..
Vincent Moretti:
This is Puerto Rico all over again…
Vincent grabs his cane after he has secured what he needed to secure in his other hand. As much as it’s used for support, it’s also used defensively. He even holds the cane briefly like Obi-Wan holds a lightsaber, balancing on the one leg that isn’t messed up. In a fit of anger, that same female nerd has found a plastic box that’s empty and chucks it in their general direction and Vincent swats it down with the cane before he begins his retreat. Vincent mutters the word ‘run’ in Russian after that loud distraction. Vincent starts to hobble toward the exit.
Vincent Moretti:
You really did it THIS time Donovan.
Donovan Keane:
You really couldn’t find a location attended by normal people, right?
Donnie replies as he steps back, standing now next to Vincent. He stressed the word “normal” which only enrages the nerds even more. Vincent’s a little agitated but the adrenaline and panic are setting in a bit.
Vincent Moretti:
Have you seen OUR profession!? We aren’t fuck’n normal either! There isn’t such a thing as normal for wrestlers! But after that display they know you don’t come in peace.
One of the nerds is now wielding a blue lightsaber. Keane turns his head in that direction for a brief moment and notices a stormtrooper helmet flying in his direction. He’s barely able to dodge it, hearing it crash on the wall behind him. Vincent hears the thud and knows what might be coming.
Vincent Moretti:
Oh...find me in the alps.
Donovan Keane:
I know how we’ll get out of here… Be ready to run!
Remembering what caused all this chaos, Donovan grabs one Baby Yoda and yeets it on the opposite side of the store. The nerds watch the green plush flying with a look of despair on her face. Quickly grabbing more of them, Donnie starts launching them in different directions. Two guys, in an attempt to “save” the baby Yoda launch themselves trying to catch it before it fell, bumping heads in mid air and crashing down. The crowd started dispersing, the nerds looking to rescue the plushes and opening the path to the exit door. Vincent briefly looks at the two diving people for a moment and can’t help himself.
Vincent Moretti:
Oh dear God that’s a 5.0 earthquake on the Richter scale...
Donovan Keane:
NOW!
When Donnie yells that, they make a break for it and barge through the doors as the nerds have now started to turn on each other wanting to hold and caress the baby Yodas. They barge through the door and start to run(well one running and the other hobbling on his cane) to safety. We then fade away from this as they’re out of sight from the store, the nerds still...rampaging in the only way they know how.
Singles Match
Legion VS Leia LeBeauIt was an all out brawl in the opening moments, the two competitors trying to wear the other down and get that early advantage. Legion, in her first match in MWE, showed a good brawling style, her punches resulting quite effective and pushing Leia back a few steps. Even at that distance Legion wasn’t out of reach for Leia’s long legs, those strong kicks definitely affecting the chaotic woman, especially those that reached her on the ribs. Legion doubled over, holding her injured ribs as she caught her breath. LeBeau didn’t hesitate and charged at her with a running big boot, knocking her down. Showing a bit of a mean streak, due to the frustration for what happened back at Anniv3rsary, Leia stomped the crap out of her opponent, really making her pay for costing her the match. At some point Legion caught her foot and pushed her lack backwards, tripping the Show who handed face first on the canvas. It was now her turn to show her most ruthless side, grabbing a handful of hair and driving Leia’s head on the canvas repeatedly, until the referee interrupted her for a warning. As the match continued, the intensity didn’t dim at all. Legion showed some high-flying skills taking Leia down with a springboard moonsault press, although most of her offense remained based on hard-hitting strikes. And why would she change that, it was so effective to wear down the Jet City Woman and set her up for big moves like the fireman’s carry neckbreaker. LeBeau could always count on her kicks to turn the tables, and she did, doubling Legion over with a kick to the mid-section and hit her with a scissor kick. Next she fired the opponent in the corner and hit her with a running dropkick, following with her trademark handstand corner foot choke. With a snapmare, Leia sat the opponent down not too far from the corner and moved in front of her, delivering her Show Kicks to the chest of Legion. With the fans cheering after every blow, Leia got a bit carried away, hitting the mysterious Legion with numerous kicks. Then she stopped to take a bow for the fans, charging for the final blow. Too telegraphed, and easy for Legion to duck. Sliding her arm between The Showgril’s legs, Legion rolled her over in a school boy fashion and caused her to hit the lower turnbuckle with the back of her head. The mysterious woman controlled the match for the following minutes, even getting real close to the win with a tornado ddt. With Leia in visible difficulty now, Legion went for the Icy Death running big boot, but the kick was dodged by Showtime. Leia was quick to counter with a kick to the leg, sending Legion flying on the mat with a crane kick. The following somersault legdrop gave her very close a near fall, and the awareness that Legion was on her last leg. She kept wearing her down, looking to make her tap with the Sleepless In Seattle but the latest signee reached the ropes and saved herself. At least momentarily. With an irish whip, LeBeau sent her in the corner and followed with her running Claymore kick, the Jet City Jive. Three seconds later and the referee was raising her arm in victory. WINNER: Leia LeBeau BY: Pinfall (Jet City Jive), 11:04 |
Amy Maynard: "Another outstanding performance by LeBeau, spoiling Legion's debut."
Sir Figgles: "This may have been Legion's first match in MWE but it wasn't her first rodeo. Leia just beat a multi-time champion."
Amy Maynard: "I don't think anyone is surprised anymore. Since making her debut last year, the Showgirl has been nothing short than impressive. The real shocking thing is how she's not a champion yet."
Sir Figgles: "She keeps this up? She'll get there soon enough."
Amy Maynard: "And hopefully next time, nobody will interfere."
Sir Figgles: "This may have been Legion's first match in MWE but it wasn't her first rodeo. Leia just beat a multi-time champion."
Amy Maynard: "I don't think anyone is surprised anymore. Since making her debut last year, the Showgirl has been nothing short than impressive. The real shocking thing is how she's not a champion yet."
Sir Figgles: "She keeps this up? She'll get there soon enough."
Amy Maynard: "And hopefully next time, nobody will interfere."
We cut backstage to see Abigail Brooke rushing to catch up to Echo, who had just returned from her brief appearance. An appearance that resulted in a preemptive assault of Brien Storm before the match could even take place.
Abi Brooke:
Echo! Hold up a minute!
The rage fueled Aussie stopped in her tracks, turning to face the interviewer with a glare.
Abi Brooke:
There’s a hundred ways I could put this, and most of them would be professional. But I have to ask, Echo, what the hell was THAT?
Echo kept staring down the interviewer, though a small grin came to the corner of her lips.
Abi Brooke:
Echo…?
Before Abi could even react, she was snatched up by the collar of her shirt and slammed against the wall, her head bouncing off with a thud.
Echo:
THAT was a preemptive strike, Abi. THAT was to prove a point, that I do whatever the hell I want, to whoever the hell I want.
She tossed the much smaller woman to the ground, quickly making sure she stayed there with a boot to the throat.
Echo:
And this is a message. To Damian, to Yulia, to the Bubblegum Princess Sailor Mars, wherever the fuck she is. You get so used to the fake imitation that when you get the real thing, you think there’s some kind of mistake. You think I’m lying, overcompensating, you think I’m miserable.
Abi was struggling for breath, pounding against Echo’s leg in any attempt to get free. She was granted a brief reprieve as her assaulter eased the pressure...only to start kicking away at Abi’s ribs and stomach.
Echo:
You all want to question me, because you don’t want to admit it to yourselves that THIS IS WHO I AM. I’m the person who will beat the fuck out of a Brien Storm before he gets a chance to even try me. I’m the person who will stomp straight through anyone who gets in my way. I’M ECHO. Not a pretender wearing her face, not your bullshit and thankfully extinct Invictus Champion.
I’m a destroyer, a force of nature, and I’m not going to be stopped. I’m not going to be questioned. I’m going to run through you, your friends, your idols, your champions. And when you think…
She stopped, looking down at the mess she’d made of Abi. She knelt beside the interviewer, gently cradling her head between her hands.
Echo:
And when you think it’s over, when you think you’re safe…
Echo paused, taking note of the blood dripping from Abi’s mouth pooling around her fingers. She chuckled, taking a blood soaked hand and running it through her hair.
Echo:
I’ll be back to leave an exclamation point.
Quickly, she clasped Abi into a chokehold, which only lasted a few seconds uninterrupted as backstage staff finally intervened, desperately trying to pull the Aussie away from her prey. The feed cut away as multiple calls for Echo to let go persisted.
Tag Team Match
Bad Boyz (Khali Washington III & Marcus Ali Jr) VS Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh
If anything, Rhett and Qiyara made it to the ring unharmed, a privilege Fabulous wasn’t granted last Wednesday on Millennium. If the reason for that was that the Bad Boyz didn’t consider their opponents as a threat, their opinion must have drastically changed in the first minutes of the match. Qiyara didn’t come here to play, the fact that the Bad Boyz only recognized Jessica and Summer as a threat only driving her further to prove that they belonged in the title conversation as well. Khali proved on his skin how dangerous those kicks were, flying on his back after her 540 spinning hook kick. She immediately tagged Rhett in and the young man entered the ring in style with a slingshot senton, popping right back on his feet to perform a standing moonsault to make the first cover of the match, resulting in a two count. Adelson kept the pace quick, using his agility to stay away from the opponent and catch him with a springboard cutter. Marcus quickly stepped in the ring and saved the day. Halfway through the match the Bad Boyz took control, using one of their underhand tactics. When Khali sent Qiyara against the ropes, his partner hit her with a kick to the back. The tag was made, Ali entered the ring and started wearing down the indian girl with a series of pendulum backbreakers. Working together with his partner, the duo isolated the indian with frequent tags, hitting her hard with direct strikes and combined moves, obtaining a near fall with a flapjack/codebreaker combination. In a couple of occasions Qiyara seemed to be able to escape the onslaught and reach her boyfriend in the corner, but in the first case Ali, who was not even the legal man, stopped her. The second time it was Khali who left his corner to take Rhett off the apron before Singh could get there. Eventually Qiyara caught Marcus with a jawbreaker and, exhausted, reached her corner. While she recovered, Rhett cleaned house, showing off a rare form. Whether it was KW3 or Ali, or both of them, Adelson always remained on top. And he almost got the win for his team with a headlock driver on Marcus, but Ali kicked out. As the two battled, the former Angel Of Mercy connected the Iron Fist out of nowhere, knocking Rhett down and hooking the leg for the cover, only obtaining a two thanks to Qiyara’s intervention. Speaking of angels, the masked ones Karib and Dré appeared on the stage when things turned back in Rhett and Qiyara’s favor. Singh glanced at the entrance with a look of concern on her face, one that quickly turned into a smile as Summer Collins and Jessica Lasiewicz (wearing Kimberly's Freddy Krueger's glove) came running out of the curtain, attacking their scheduled opponents from last Wednesday and getting their revenge. As all hell broke loose on the outside, Rhett sneaked away from Khali’s grasp and reached Qiyara who entered the ring and struck with the Singhing Off Qi (Feint kick into Spinning Tornado Kick), scoring the win for their team. WINNER: Qiyara Singh and Rhett Adelson BY: Pinfall (Singhing Off Qi), 18:43 |
Sir Figgles: "Somebody takes that glove off Jessica before she guts one of the Bad Boyz!"
Karib was doing his best to keep himself away from Betty, beggin Dré to help him. But the former MMA artist was having his hands full with Collins, trying to defend himself from the furious attack. The much needed help came from Khali who launched himself into Lasiewicz with the Drive By spear, sending the Archangel down on the ramp and the glove flying out of reach. Rhett and Qiyara joined the fight to even the odds, until the brawl was broken up. Tough night for the Riot security!
Karib was doing his best to keep himself away from Betty, beggin Dré to help him. But the former MMA artist was having his hands full with Collins, trying to defend himself from the furious attack. The much needed help came from Khali who launched himself into Lasiewicz with the Drive By spear, sending the Archangel down on the ramp and the glove flying out of reach. Rhett and Qiyara joined the fight to even the odds, until the brawl was broken up. Tough night for the Riot security!
We this time return to Vincent Moretti and he is no longer in that comic store, God knows what happened to it when we lost sight of it. Instead, he’s bunkered up in a library sitting on a chair with a computer in front of him. He’s still defensively got his cane in his left hand as he’s breathing a little heavy from exerting himself from earlier. He even wipes some of the sweat from his forehead as he reaches to the floor and grabs the bottle of water he got for himself and gulps down a quarter of that bottle in record time.
Vincent Moretti:
I’m getting too old for this shit…
He says that low enough to not draw the ire of the librarian who is on the checkout desk. There are a couple of people looking to maybe check out a book but other than that it’s empty. The sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor draws Vincent and everyone’s attention to the female who just entered the library. It’s Elsa McCarthy, dressed professionally in a blue suit and in full make-up. She finally spots Vincent and walks in his direction, the echo of her steps in the empty room seems to annoy the librarian who shoots a glare in her direction.
Elsa McCarthy:
I got your text… What happened at the comic store?
She asks without paying too much attention to the volume of her voice. This only adds to the glare of the librarian, an older lady who seems like she has a commanding presence when she stands even if she’s barely five feet tall.
Librarian:
SHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Vincent winces at the noise she protrudes in that shush while trying to straighten his tie before eyeballing his younger peer. His silver suit in contrast to Elsa’s is now a mess. And the more he thinks about that situation, he then briefly rubs his forehead with his index and middle fingers for a second.
Vincent Moretti:
Donovan happened...and the less said about that the better right now.
He says that in a low and slightly bitter tone, not entirely thrilled with his office being wrecked before gesturing for Elsa to take a seat and as he does, he’s doing his best to try to forget that incident.
Vincent Moretti:
I think I have an idea what this is about but...what’s on your mind? When you arrange an impromptu meeting with me it’s normally serious and work related.
You could tell by the look on her face that she’s curious to know what happened with Donovan, but at the same time, she has more urgent and serious matters to discuss with her colleague. What seems to be like an interesting story can wait.
Elsa McCarthy:
I’ve been racking my mind for weeks about what happened at the end of the Intercontinental championship at Anniversary… And last week.
She speaks, this time in a thread of voice, referring to the mysterious attacks on BROOKFORD.
Elsa McCarthy:
You know Seth better than anyone, do you think he could be behind all this? We know him and BROOKFORD have their past, and he already helped Megan on other occasions…
Vincent takes maybe a second to think on that before he shakes his head.
Vincent Moretti:
No. He’s one of the least likely to perpetrate something like that.
He can tell Elsa seems a little perplexed by that statement so he lightens his face and elaborates further.
Vincent Moretti:
You can probably ask Seth himself where he was both times when the lights went down and he’d give you the exact answer and who would back him up on this. Besides, this isn’t his playbook. Intervening in Megan’s matches a couple of times is the norm in full view. He’ll do anything within the confines of a wrestling ring to protect his investment. But he’d never hide what he’s doing.
Vincent then has a knowing smirk on his face considering the roads they’ve traveled.
Vincent Moretti:
His ego wouldn’t allow it. If he’d do something, he’d make sure everyone would know it. Besides, BROOKFORD and Seth’s business dealings went well in FGA. I helped engineer that. So I think the culprit is someone else entirely.
She listened to his words very carefully, more so since his tone was so low she could barely hear him.
Elsa McCarthy:
Hmm… What about Pierce Manning then? I’m not familiar with him, but as far as I know him and Megan are dating.. He could have helped her retaining the title even though I don’t see why he would have attacked BROOKFORD on Wednesday too… Maybe just to allay suspicion?
Vincent takes longer to maul that one over as he isn’t AS familiar with Pierce as he would be with Seth but as he taps his chin for a few seconds something dawns on him.
Vincent Moretti:
It’s a possibility but I’m leaning toward a no on Pierce. Could be wrong on that one but I wonder if...we’re thinking too small. A little too surface level. Maybe I’m thinking a little too large with these thoughts but I did think a bad business deal is a possibility on who is going after BROOKFORD. The problem on that one is he’s so damned good at his end of the bargain that I am struggling to figure out who might be agitated at his business unless it’s someone he perpetrated it against and this is a revenge saga. That’s one thought.
One could almost see the cogs in motion in Elsa’s brain as she thinks over and over on what Moretti just said.
Elsa McCarthy:
APE!
She shouts out loud, her voice immediately echoed by a second “Shhhhhhhhh!” from the librarian. Apologizing to her with her hand, Elsa whispers to Vincent.
Elsa McCarthy:
BROOKFORD attacked Envy twice, maybe this is their revenge… What do you think?
Vincent Moretti:
I think it’s less APE and more specifically Envy. This isn’t outside his wheelhouse if he’s pushed enough. Duke I don’t think has anything to do with it at all. He’s got a vendetta against a certain enforcer right now and he’s made that quite public. The other two? Possible but less likely. But that’s one line of thought. Second line of thought...is more generic and the least likely of the possibilities yet but it could just be someone with a wild hair up their ass wanting to take out one of the biggest names in the company and the world in their own manner. But again...I think that’s the least likely scenario of the ones we’ve both brought up. Which leads up to the third thought and I don’t think either of us like this third thought…
Vincent lets out a sigh as he rubs the back of his neck in discomfort. The sigh was loud enough to earn him a glare now from this bossy librarian but he ignores the glare for the moment. His brain is rolling.
Vincent Moretti:
Thought number three...it could be an enemy of Miss van Beek that has been involved in the company in some way. Whether that means manipulating a way to target someone she’s done business with...that stunt a certain crazed jackoff did with you...or god knows what else. And if it’s this third thought, it almost opens up pandora’s box on who the hell it could be.
Elsa McCarthy:
Not to mention how miss van Beek will react…
She replies with a sigh, massaging her temples with her fingers. Vincent’s also suppressing doing the same thing thinking about what that third thought could entail.
Elsa McCarthy:
I’m really hoping this is all Envy’s doing.. That’s without a doubt the less problematic scenario.
Vincent Moretti:
Ha...I don’t envy your scenario on that one...or the briefcases for that matter.
And then there’s a knowing smile as Vincent’s looking to make light of the situation considering the day he’s had.
Vincent Moretti:
How is it dealing with his mind by the way?
Elsa McCarthy:
I’m scared for what is about to come…
She candidly admits, rolling her eyes.
Elsa McCarthy:
Especially after what went down last week. I knew that having two briefcases was going to be a mess, but I never expected things to escalate like this. Did you see what Seth said?
Vincent nods his head as he taps his chin.
Vincent Moretti:
‘Mend this old wound.’
He states in a fairly decent impression of Iser of that particular quote he zeroed in on.
Vincent Moretti:
I take it that’s the part that got your attention too? He tried an indirect approach but I think we both know what he might do next.
The young general manager nods, the look of concern still present on her face.
Elsa McCarthy:
How do I…
She’s interrupted by the angry librarian tapping on her shoulder. They didn’t realize but they have been talking in their normal tone of voice for the last minutes, and although that wouldn’t usually be a problem, it was in this particular circumstance. Vincent sneers at the elder woman, a bit fed up considering the day he’s had.
Vincent Moretti:
Look. She’s had a rough couple of days. I get the whole volume and decorum thing but this needs to be taken care of now. There isn’t anybody else really here that’s affected by normal volume and the person being loudest is you shushing.
And this doesn’t endear him to the librarian who rather than shushing them just gestures for the two to leave the library or else by reaching into her own jacket. Vincent then just gestures for the young woman to get going right away with his eyes.
Vincent Moretti:
Fine…we’ll broach further on this topic Wednesday.
Vincent growls under his breath as the old librarian also glares at the cameraman that’s filming this to join them and he isn’t going to get on the bad side of this old lady either as he follows Elsa and Moretti out the door.
The camera cuts to the backstage area and Henri Black marching with purpose, dressed to compete, for the curtain passing the technical desk on the way he collects a microphone and demands they play his music and pushes straight through the curtain as the opening bars begin to play.
Henri Black:
Everywhere I’ve gone these past few weeks people have asked me what’s next… And honestly, I would have thought that it was obvious.
Henri holds his arms out to the side and tilts his head towards the rafters.
Henri Black:
After all, I handled Neil Newman at Anniv3rsary, and I put Topher out to pasture last week, and you will all recall that this is the fate that awaits every competitor brave, or foolish, enough to come between me and what I want. Next on my list is Murica Mask, and once I’m done with him… well…
Henri smiles, though his eyes remain sharp and focused.
Henri Black:
Moretti, you know what I want, you know who I want it from and you damned sure know when I want it, so do the smart thing and book the match or I will cut a bloody fucking path through this entire roster until you give it to me.
Henri looks into the crowd, noting the somewhat horrified looks on the faces of the maximum, yet still minimum, capacity crowd.
Henri Black:
Oh don’t worry I won’t do anything that you would have to punish me for, after all, nobody steps into this ring without signing an injury waiver… so to I’ll say it again Moretti, GIVE ME. WHAT I WANT!
Henri pulls his shirt over his head and lobs it into the crowd seating.
Henri Black:
Now, let’s get on with it shall we, send me my victim.
Letting the microphone drop to the mat Henri kicks it under the bottom rope and waits.
Singles Match
Murica Mask VS Henri BlackNew mask, but same old REDD. The moment the bell rang, the Walking Disaster charged at the Blackstar and took him down with a running headbutt to the chest. The impact pushed Henri back a few steps, leaving him breathless for a second. Hard as stone chops echoed loud in the arena, turning Black’s chest bright red. And they kept coming, not stopping even now that the Revenant found himself with his back in the corner. An irish whip sent him all the way across the ring, crashing into the opposite corner. Murica charged at full speed but he was met by Henri’s foot to the face. Black then climbed to the top rope and jumped down, dropping a double axe handle to the opponent’s skull. MM went down, but only on one knee; good enough for Henri who started kicking the hell out of the APE member, knocking the wind off his lungs with stiff kicks to the chest. Not much room for technical feats as Henri had accustomed us, this was going down as one of the hardest hitting contests in MWE history. Black was certainly giving the bigger and stronger opponent a run for his money, his strikes may not have been as hard as Murica’s but they were so precise and swift that the former REDD could never block or avoid them. The Blackstar started targeting the legs, looking to chop the big man down. Murica Mask blocked one of them but he couldn’t avoid the enziguri that followed. He staggered back and eventually fell to one knee. Seeing this put a smirk on Henri’s face as he took the chance to hit him with the Black Sacrament, hitting the man on the side of the head. Henri hooked the leg for the cover but, much to his and everyone else’s shock, this wasn’t enough to keep Murica down. Seeing his best shot failing didn’t throw Henri in desperation though. Looking to reinforce his claims on the Riot champion, he knew he had to win tonight and remained focused on his goal. Murica Mask was far from done though, coming back with a second wind of offense, quickly turning the tides with a savate kick. The powerhouse started doing what he does better, tossing Henri from one side to the other of the ring with suplexes and powerbombs. Black kicked out from the Killamajig (spinning spinebuster) fighting back to try to take control back. But his strikes didn’t look as effective as they were before, the fatigue and pain affecting the Blackstar. Murica connected a series of uppercuts that left him open for the Giga Impact (jumping knee clinch). The APE member made the cover but Henri, showing great ring awareness, touched the ropes with his foot, staying in the match. Once again Murica Mask sent him against the ropes, raising his leg for a telegraphed big boot. Black ducked under it with a slide, grabbing hold of the former REDD support leg and tripping him over. The Walking Disaster landed face first on the canvas, quickly trying to push himself up. But as he was doing that, Henri was already coming at full speed for a second Black Sacrament, this time to the back of the head. WINNER: Henri Black BY: Pinfall (Black Sacrament), 15:37 |
Amy Maynard: "Statement made from Henri. And the challenge has been laid down."
Sir Figgles: "So what, are we going to see Braddock vs Black part 283738?"
Amy Maynard: "Look, if this is going to be as good as the previous matches. sign me up already... And I think the fans will agree with me."
Sir Figgles: "Oh, I'm so excited. I hope Moretti denies him the chance and Black goes rampage on the whole roster. At least that would be fun."
We open backstage to an empty dressing room. We know that this is the dressing room for none other than “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock because her MWE Riot Championship belt and the SCW Adrenaline Championship title belt both are resting upon a blue steel folding chair in the center of the room. A few moments later Glory Braddock herself steps into view from stage right. She is wearing her two piece royal purple ring gear and a black leather jacket. Her long blonde hair hangs straight and unrestrained to past the shoulders. An air of confidence seems to permeate from the reigning Riot Champion. A smile is on her face and why shouldn’t she smile? She is finally getting the opponent she wants; the MWE World Champion.
Glory Braddock:
After a four year hiatus I returned to the wrestling ring in 2017. After four years of inactivity to become a businesswoman and to run my late father’s wrestling school, I once again became an active wrestler. Many thought I was insane; I had wealth and power, why should I risk that by stepping into the squared circle where you can easily lose it all with one injury? Others thought I was simply spreading myself too thin. And who can blame them for thinking that? After all, I didn’t stop running my company. I didn’t stop running my father’s wrestling school. I continued to do it all and actively compete. So why would I return to active competition? Why wouldn’t I just sit back and be content with what I already had?
Braddock shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
Because being content just isn’t in my blood. My late father, a man who was known as Britain’s Best when he himself was a wrestler, was never content. With every accomplishment he achieved he would always look for more. His biggest dream was to compete in the Olympic Games, win an Olympic Gold Medal, and truly be recognized as The Best in the World. Unfortunately a serious back injury put an end to his active career. That’s when I decided to honor him and honor his legacy by finishing what he started. I trained and busted my ass under the tutelage of my father until he knew I was ready for my debut, which was in 2008. From then until November of 2017 I would win fourteen World Championships, all of this was to fulfill my dad’s life long dream of a Braddock becoming The Best in the World.
She reaches down and picks up her MWE Riot Championship title belt and drapes it over her right shoulder, next she picks up the SCW Adrenaline Championship title belt and drapes it over her left shoulder.
Glory Braddock:
In 2020 I have now won two more championships in two different companies. Most would definitely be satisfied and content. Most would say that a return like that would definitely be considered a success. But me?
The British Bombshell shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
I do not consider it a success because like I said, I am never satisfied and I am never content. I am always looking for the next big challenge.
Braddock points a finger at the camera, as if pointing it at her opponent tonight, the MWE World Champion Kelsey Spencer.
Glory Braddock:
I am talking to you, Spencer, because you are that next big challenge. You have the one thing that I want, the one thing that I have wanted since my return to active competition; you have what will soon be my fifteenth World Championship. I can easily be satisfied with being The Best of the Riot Brand but I’m not. That’s why I called you out, Kelsey. I want what you have and I am not sure whether it was you using your influence as world champion or if it was Moretti seeing the potential dollar signs and ratings of a Riot Champion vs World Champion main event, but regardless of who made this match happen I am eternally grateful, because now I am one step closer to number fifteen.
Braddock nods her head.
Glory Braddock:
Now I understand that this is non-title. I would love for a winner take all match to come of this; and who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky and after calling you out for this one I’ll get that wish too? But I do not operate on luck alone. I go into every match wrestling match planning to make my own damn luck, planning to make my own destiny. And tonight I make my destiny, tonight I write my future and a World Championship Match is in my future, Kelsey. Do you want to know why? It could be because you’re a gutsy enough champion to accept my challenge. It could be because MWE management sees the wisdom in booking it. But in actuality, what’s going to make this match a reality will be when I defeat you here tonight.
The British Bombshell pats the Riot Championship title belt.
Glory Braddock:
Because you are facing me on Riot, you are facing me on my show, on my home turf, and you are not facing some big headed egomaniac. You are facing someone who has proven time and time again to be The Best in the World. And tonight, Kelsey, you will do your best, you will give me the fight of my life, but unfortunately for you it will not be good enough. Tonight you will fall just as others have fallen before me. And my victory over the reigning World Champion will force the hand of MWE. They will have to give me what I want, regardless of whether you agree to it or not, regardless of whether they want to or not. And then, just for good measure, I’ll beat you again, and become a fifteen time World Champion. Then will I finally be satisfied?
Glory shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
No, I’ll never be satisfied. That’s what keeps me going. The day I’m satisfied is the day I die. And Kelsey, you won’t kill me. You don’t have it in you. You and everyone else will soon have to admit that Glory Braddock is The Best in the World. So good luck tonight, Kelsey. You need it.
Braddock turns and walks off.
Singles Match
Glory Braddock VS Kelsey SpencerAmy Maynard: “It’s main event time, ladies and gentlemen. The best Riot has to offer…” Sir Figgles: “Weird, I don’t see Devin Hearst in the ring.. I’m pretty sure he’s not even in the building tonight.” Amy Maynard: “I would hope not, his daughter was just born two days ago. Speaking of which, on behalf of MWE i want to extend our sincerest congratulations to him and his partner, Ryker Kane-Khatri. And welcome the little Isla to the world.” While the commentators were talking, the match started. Since the first moments the match appeared to be a very even contest, though the start was a bit slower than expected. After a long study phase the two champions locked horns, starting a long grappling sequence where Kelsey and Glory tried to out-wrestle one another. Jockeying for position for over a minute, none of them was able to maintain control for longer than a few seconds before the opponent would counter the hold with one of their own. It ended when Kelsey grabbed the British Bombshell’s arm and took her down on the mat with an arm drag. Braddock was right back on her feet, lunging in right into a roundhouse from the World champion. She recovered rather quickly, however, and came back with a back elbow when Spencer tried to press advantage. Amy Maynard: “Two great technical wrestlers, who surely did their homework and studied the tapes. It won’t be easy for any of them to find an opening, this is going to be quite the chess game between them.” Sir Figgles: “It’s already more boring than chess..” As predicted by Amy, none of them was getting the upper hand in this first part. Both Glory and Kelsey kept their guard up, aware of how dangerous the opponent could be and not wanting to give them any opening. For every Kelsey’s move, Braddock had a counter and vice versa. And even if the action was slower paced compared to the other matches of the night, the fans were loving it, showing their appreciation for what they were watching. The equilibrium was broken when Kelsey surprised the Riot champion with a dragon whip kick, throwing the British Bombshell down on the mat. Before Glory could recover she was hit by a knee drop to the sternum to keep her down, followed by a cartwheel legdrop. Sir Figgles: “It’s going to take a lot more than that to keep Braddock down.” Amy Maynard: “I don’t think she was thinking that cover would have won her the match. But forcing an opponent to kick out is always a good way to wear them down.” Kelsey kept control throughout the next minutes, mostly thanks to the grounded dragon sleeper with body scissors she locked Braddock in. The submission was locked in tight, the ropes were out of reach and Glory found herself struggling for air. But quitting was not an option, not so soon in the match. She never hid that her goal was to reach her fifteenth World Championship and tonight was her chance to prove she still belonged in that league. Somehow she managed to escape, leaning against the corner while catching her breath, defending herself by raising a boot to stop Kelsey’s charge. As the World champion stumbled back, Glory gathered her energy to explode out of the corner with a clothesline, taking the champion down. Spencer quickly picked herself up, but a second clothesline knocked her back down again. And the same scene happened a third time with Glory now taunting her to get back to her feet. This time it wasn’t a clothesline, but a dropkick that knocked the Uncanny Socialite down. Kelsey popped one more time up to her feet, blocking Glory’s front kick and pushing her leg aside, causing her to spin 180 degrees. A forearm strike to the back of the head to rock her and make sure she couldn’t defend herself from the Spitfire Suplex (straightjacket suplex)l. Amy Maynard: “The Spitfire Suplex has been Kelsey’s finishing maneuver when she used to compete under the identity of Charity.” Kelsey kept Glory against the ropes for the next minutes, until Braddock suddenly surprised her with a discus forearm smash. While Spencer was trying to shake the cobwebs, The Best In The World took her down with russian leg sweep, landing a number of hard stomps to the chest and head. Spencer looked dazed when she kicked out, struggling to get up and receiving a kick to the stomach as soon as she did, prelude to the Beautiful Insanity ddt. The British Bombshell rolled the opponent on her back and made the cover, only getting a count of two. Keeping the momentum going, the Riot champion went all out with kicks and punches in rapid combinations, looking to end the opponent in a Blaze Of Glory landing her picture perfect shooting star press, but once again the resilient champion raised her shoulder. Sir Figgles: “Imagine if Glory beats the World Champion tonight…” Amy Maynard: “That would certainly open some interesting scenarios. But you shouldn’t count Kelsey out like that, she proved time and time again that, even when she seems to be on her last leg, all she needs is a little opening… TO PULL SOMETHING LIKE THAT! WOW!” What caused Amy and all the fans to jump on their seats was Spencer countering The Glorification in a vertebreaker, completely changing the momentum of the contest. Sure, it took her some time to get up, standing on her feet as the referee’s count reached six. But at that time Braddock was still down, crawling toward the ropes to pick herself up. Spencer helped her on this task, only to lift her and slam her with force into the mat with a blue thunder bomb, pinning her for another two. She had the match firmly in her grasp, tossing Glory around with an array of suplexes, setting up for the moment every fan was awaiting for. She signaled for the Deprivation DDT, but before she could plant Braddock on her head, she was hit with a title shot to the back of the head by Chris Constantine Junior. WINNER: Kelsey Spencer BY: DQ, 16:44 |
Sir Figgles: "There he is, the best World champion in MWE history!"
Amy Maynard: "Not even close..."
Sir Figgles: "Show some respect, woman!"
Amy Maynard: "You mean the same way he shows respect by coming to Riot and interrupting this great main event? Convenient enough that he came here when Hearst and his crew are not booked..."
Sir Figgles: "Are you calling him a coward?"
Amy Maynard: "Absolutely."
Inside the ring, Constantine was shouting at Spencer that he let her play the champion for far too long. "The MWE World championship is mine!" He yells, looking down at the motionless World champion. "And I'm taking it back."
And on the image of him posing with the World championship he lost in July, the show comes to an end.
Amy Maynard: "Not even close..."
Sir Figgles: "Show some respect, woman!"
Amy Maynard: "You mean the same way he shows respect by coming to Riot and interrupting this great main event? Convenient enough that he came here when Hearst and his crew are not booked..."
Sir Figgles: "Are you calling him a coward?"
Amy Maynard: "Absolutely."
Inside the ring, Constantine was shouting at Spencer that he let her play the champion for far too long. "The MWE World championship is mine!" He yells, looking down at the motionless World champion. "And I'm taking it back."
And on the image of him posing with the World championship he lost in July, the show comes to an end.