Post by gvb on Nov 19, 2020 19:20:31 GMT -6
Millennium LXX
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Wednesday, November 18th, 2020
We're back again inside the Enterprise Arena, like every Wednesday. The episode number 70 of Millennium opens with the new theme song "Tick Tick Boom" by The Hives blasting out of the PA System as the camera pans over the fans in attendance. Sitting at the commentary table Peyton and Ambra greet the fans with their smiles and the usual rundown of tonight's card.
Peyton Holland:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another exciting episode of Millennium!
Ambra Monroe:
Tonight's card is looking like an explosive one, starting with our opening contest featuring a tag team that surely drew a lot of attention to them.
Peyton Holland:
Sure, some might argue that getting the spotlights for the constant arguing with the kids down at the Academy isn't exactly good publicity, but to say that's all the Eldons are about would be a dangerous understatement.
Ambra Monroe:
They already proved in the previous weeks that they are quite dangerous in the ring. Ask the Steeles and Strip Search for references.
Peyton Holland:
Speaking of Strip Search, Zoe and Kiernan have their work cut for them tonight against the former MWE Tag Champion, the BreeTee Committee.
Ambra Monroe:
On papers, Bree and Teagan should come out on top in that contest, if anything for the experience advantage alone, even though stranger things have happened in wrestling, especially here in MWE.
Peyton Holland:
BROOKFORD had to deal with some of those strange things for a few weeks now. The Problem Solver will be taking on Matt Stone, but what everybody is really asking is if the mysterious attacker will mess with him again tonight and, most importantly, who are they and what do they want.
Ambra Monroe:
One of the former suspect, Seth Iser will be competing tonight in an... interesting main event.
Peyton Holland:
The two briefcase holders, Seth Iser and Neal Durden teaming together against Kyle Butler and Sophie O'Brian of the Golden Era.
Ambra Monroe:
It'd be interesting to see how, and if, they will be able to work together.
Peyton Holland:
Before we get there though, we have a lot more on our plate... So, without further ado, let's kick this show off, shall we?
[Backstage we see Bree working out her abdominals with some quick turning using a basketball, but with a much taller partner. Bree with messy strands of hair poking out of her Monster's Inc Hat, a Miami Heat inspired top that had been made with the BreeTee logo on, and BreeZilla on the back with number 17. A pair of matching shorts and brand new wrestling boots, high quality, speak and stylish that had Bree wearing them in.
Bree Smith
3.....2......1.....and...break.
The guy with his back to Bree is none other than West Long, who posses quite a defensive obstacle to her and the net. Nonetheless, Bree tries to shove him back with her shoulder, then fakes going forward, steps back and hook shots the ball towards the net with no large hands to swat it away. It bounces once, twice and a third time off the rim before dropping in and Bree celebrates with two fists into the air.
Bree Smith
Yes!! 15-12, Dude!
They both mutually agree to take a small breather break and guzzle down water from their big water bottles. Bree's a green bottle which she'd slapped a piece of tape on and scribbled her name on, showing some scratches and a tiny dent of it's life with Bree.
West Long
I was skeptical at first, but this is a good warm up.
Bree Smith
You're up for the two for one talk.
Bree says and has another quick sip while West straightens up, looks off to remember. When it clicks, the Warwolf holds out three fingers to Bree.
West Long
So I've already said one of Keelan's good qualities are he's been in a title situation here in Millennium, yeah.
So I'll say early on in his run he put down some quality champs. Envy, Stein, Grimes twice, he's got W's against them.
But--as of late he's not been checking a lot of W's with the loss to Stone, Sophie, Megan and Seth - those last two he's yet to manage to scrape a win against here in MWE, yeah.
Maybe that powerbomb I did on him back at that six way two months ago.
Bree Smith
Right through the canvas, but I'll out powerbomb you at some point. Maybe not tonight, maybe not on Riot, but SOMEDAY, Dude. It'll be a highlight Millennium talk about all. The. Time.
Bree closes the cap on her water bottle which was looking kind of empty, before walking back over towards the net.
Bree Smith
Zoey and Kiernan better watch out though. I've been working on a monster clothesline like you've got. So I can turn two people inside out, my Pops came up with it and I couldn't say no.
West follows the Strongest Bree in MWE, and with a flick of his foot the ball up into his hand. Long tosses it up high for Bree to catch.
West Long That'll be useful. Them two ain't too short to duck it neither. Smart man.
Bree then catches the ball, hugs it while spinning around so they can do another set.
West Long
Bet you can double hip toss them on their tailbones and let your partner slingshot double dropkick them.
Bree Smith
Yeah! That'd be so awesome. Check out our match and maybe we'll do that.
Bree says as the pair rapidly twist at the waist to pass the ball around and around in a circle.
Bree Smith
Or I might take a page out of your book and spear them both.
West Long
Give it a try, I sure am.
Gonna give an all-out performance to win it. Be like your bro and break into a new division. How's his Riot Championship pursuits going?
Bree Smith
He's never going to stop going for that title, Dude. He came close, so close, but he's like me. We're never going to stop until it's us back in the title scene again, holding it like Luna is. Dean's working his butt off to be ready to win the title next time he earns a shot.
West Long
Hope he wins it. Honestly. I think he's been around as long as Keelan has. He could do it, that is unless...
That's when the youngest Smith Clover comes by and unlocks Bree phone. She quickly texts Teagan about a refill, and then records Bree as the pair break and go one on one. West is defending again, managing to screen Bree from getting anywhere passed the rough 3 point line chalked on the floor. Bree opts for a behind the back pass through the legs of West, while she spins around him to collect the ball, runs for the layup and West gets his hand in the way. Rather than slap the ball he palms it.
West Long
Nice try, bit more speed next time.
Clover Smith
Wow. Ok. When I grow up I want to be that tall and then I'll never let The BreeTee Miami Magics ever score, plus they'll be a bajillion years old.
Bree doesn't hear that, nor West but they come on over.
Bree Smith
West, Clover. Clover, West.
Clover extends her hand out. Long goes to shake it but Clover pulls her hand back to run it through her hair.
Clover Smith
"Nice try. Bit more speed next time."
Clover cheekily, smugly shurgs. She got him and he laughs it off. Bree finds it funny too.
West Long
You're sassy Smith then.
Bree Smith
A little bit.
Clover Smith
Is it true I'll be as big as you if I eat all my vegetables, every single time, or have I been fed a lie like the "making a face for too long will get it stuck like that forever."?
Bree gives West the floor to answer that question for her sister.
West Long
I mean yeah good nutrition will help you grow. I ate mine everytime and-
Clover Smith
I think that's a yes.
Clover then turns to Bree and uses her to get up on the table before asking her sister to carry her on her shoulders.
Clover Smith
Now pass me the rock so I can dunk.
She claps her hands with West full-on taking a double, no, triple take at what he'd just heard. Bree takes a page out of West's book and lightly flicks the ball up into her own hands before raising it into Clover's, with the scene fading out as Clover is moved towards the net.
Tag Team Match
Kory Kramp & Drew Dream VS The Eldon Family
For the third week in a row the Eldon Family was set to open Millennium, this week taking on Drew Dream and Kory Kramp. Karen started things off against the Good Wrestling Boy, easily getting the advantage in this first exchange and taking a moment to mock the Human Fly for his height. Talk about going for the low hanging fruit! This attitude earned her the jeers of the fans (not that they were liking her before) who quickly began to show their support for Kramp, pushing him to turn the tides and plant Karen on her head with a tilt-a-whirl ddt. His speed and agility allowed him to get some more offense in, including a low dropkick to take the woman down and a hurricanrana driver to smash her face into the canvas. He made the tag to Drew who kept working on Eldon, getting a two count with a shining wizard. The resourceful duo was able to turn the tides exploiting Clyde’s distraction that allowed Karen to hit Dream with a low blow and quickly roll him up, almost getting the decisive three. They both got up to their feet, Drew a little sore and clutching his nether region which, at the very least, raised suspicion on the referee’s face. Eldon shoved the opponent shoulder first into her corner, leaving Drew stuck there licking his wounds as she made the tag to her son who climbed to the top rope and jumped down with a double foot stomp on Dream’s back. Clyde had the chance tonight to really show what he was capable of, dominating the still recovering Dream and obtaining numerous near falls after some nicely executed suplexes. It looked like the match was right in the Eldons pockets when Drew caught CEJ with a chin breaker, creating the opening to reach Kory and tag him back in. For two minutes Kramp stayed on top, coming close to the win with a step-up enziguri followed by a split-legged moonsault, but Karen saved her son and broke up the pin. The momentum once again shifted when the 20 years old scion of the Eldon dynasty broke the poor Good Wrestling Boy in half with the For You Dad spear. Dream saved his partner from the following pinning predicament, but he had to passively watch the Eldons tear him apart for the following minutes. After getting the tag from an exhausted Kory, Dream entered the ring and launched himself on Karen with a diving knee to the head. Rolling through he rushed to Clyde and took him down with a dropkick, turning back to see Karen slowly pushing herself up. He charged at her for a running Sweet Tooth (hip attack) but Eldon grabs the referee’s shirt and drags him in the trajectory. Dream went to check on the official, apologizing and trying to get him back to senses. Karen instead, asked her son to give her the purse. When she turned back to grab it, She spots Clyde laying flat on his back and Zoe Rian standing on the apron with her purse in hand! The member of Strip Search didn’t hesitate to return the courtesy and hit the woman with the same object she used to win their match one week ago. The impact caused Karen to stumble backwards, turning into Drew’s Gobstobber (running high knee) to interrupt the Eldon’s undefeated streak. WINNER: Drew Dream & Kory Kramp BY: Pinfall (Gobstopper), 11:25 |
Peyton Holland: "Looks like the purse trick didn't work this time."
Ambra Monroe: "Not for the Eldons at least. Zoe got her retribution for the attack she was victim of last week, giving Karen a taste of her own medicine and ending their streak."
Peyton Holland: "I have a feeling these teams are not done yet. Karen doesn't strike me as the forgiving type."
Ambra Monroe: "Not really. If look could kill, ZoZo would have never made it backstage."
Ambra Monroe: "Not for the Eldons at least. Zoe got her retribution for the attack she was victim of last week, giving Karen a taste of her own medicine and ending their streak."
Peyton Holland: "I have a feeling these teams are not done yet. Karen doesn't strike me as the forgiving type."
Ambra Monroe: "Not really. If look could kill, ZoZo would have never made it backstage."
In a flash of different views we see a Facebook/Insta type live feed going out as the innovator of the Aussie Salute, Keelan Jayce appears on the screen. The background behind him a showcase of ambient pines, lush with the decadence of Alpine Wilderness. He’s covered up to his neck with a beanie on his head in all black as he seems to be breathing heavily though there is a smile on his face, clearly either in the middle of at the end of one of his extreme runs he pauses catching his breath.
Keelan Jayce:
Millennnnniiiuummm Enterprise. Didn’t think I forgot about ya, did you mates?
A wink given through the light red blush of color on his face due to the obvious condition he was in.
Keelan Jayce:
There’s been a lot of goings on, out here in the world of KJ, and while I normally stop by the arena to give ya a wee bit of a shout, turns out I’m actually just going to be dropping in to compete this week and didn’t really have as much time to record some’n special for you lot. I know, I know, the bludger I am! Guilty I’m afraid.
He laughed before shaking his head and then he seemed to be heading forward now as the video feed still captured him.
Keelan Jayce:
Nevertheless, during this extreme marathon of mine I had the time to think a little, really clear my mind and gather my thoughts, and decided now is as good a time as any. I’ve been reluctant to say the least to really comment on the happenings when my luck was seeming to dwindle into the ground, but lets just say my match with Brookford last week really showcased something for your favorite mate.
He cheekily smiled at his speech, while referring to himself in third-person.
Keelan Jayce:
And that is missed opportunities.
He paused briefly and continued.
Keelan Jayce:
You see, my match with Brookford was truly a testament to capabilities, Brookford considered me nothing more than collateral damage in the beginning, but he some came to learn just what it is I represent. I had the opportunity to go for the win, I had the chance to get back onto that streak that I was on prior to facing Megan and why not right? It wasn’t my fault that some mysterious assailant decided to poke their nose into our match. . . it isn’t my fault that some derelict member of the roster has it out for him is it?
He shook his head.
Keelan Jayce:
Some would say perhaps the way he goes about would serve him right to lose, but whoever that person is. . .it certainly isn’t me. If I were going to beat Brookford I wanted it to be cleanly, to show that I rightfully, without a doubt, deserved my victory. . . which is exactly why instead you saw me sitting there while the referee decided to make his call and I respectfully decided that until the next time he and I meet, Brookford and I would remain on a clean slate.
He turned now letting the video lens follow him with his hand before placing it at a more level angle to capture most of his upper body.
Keelan Jayce:
This isn’t about Brookford though, instead again its missed opportunities. The matches I could’ve had, had someone not interferred or someone not taken the easy way out, yes I mean you Megan. Consistently relying on underhanded tactics and then consider that ‘growth’ that you try and jam down the people’s throats while also trying to disrespect your former mentor.
He laughed at that before shaking his head.
Keelan Jayce:
To each their own I suppose, but while you still hold onto the strap I have my eyes on, I’m eventually going to get you in the right place where those underhanded tactics don’t work in your favor and when I do. That streak that you so adamantly brag about is going to come to an end. There’s only so many times you can test fate until eventually it catches you in the crosshairs, but until then we know the road we’re on and mine is going to be making it back to that chance at the intercontinental strap, and that begins with my fellow tough man, West Long.
He gives a peace sign before he speeds up and the live feed comes to an end.
Singles Match
West Long VS Keelan JayceWith his sight on the MWE Intercontinental Championship, Keelan Jayce opened up strong, knowing that he’ll need to build some momentum to back up his claim. But his good intentions and determination crashed against the human wall called West Long. The Warwolf took the initial hits apparently without being too affected, turning Keelan inside out with a devastating lariat. He went hard on the Australian, showing a determination and relentlessness he rarely displayed in the past. A win tonight would be a huge step for him, and he was hell bent on getting that in the shortest possible time. Most of his attacks were focusing on Keelan’s back, looking to take away the unpredictability of his tricking style of offense. An STO backbreaker, a fireman’s carry backbreaker and various punches and kicks to the lower back all served to set Jayce up for a deep camel clutch. The submission surely put a lot of pressure on Keelan’s back, but despite the excruciating pain he was into, he clawed his way to the ropes, setting himself free from Long’s grasp. The Warwolf’s strategy seemed to be working, limiting Keelan’s mobility and forcing him to rely less on his flips. Even without all the frills of his tricking style though, Jayce was able to put together a decent offense, his kicks might have been more predictable now but they were equally dangerous: he doubled Long over with a back kick to the stomach and followed with a swinging neckbreaker, but the big man managed to kick out in two. Pressing forward, Keelan insisted with a direct approach, punches and kicks, knees and elbows in rapid succession with swift combinations. West stumbled back, but when Keelan charged in he was ready to launch him in the air and slam him down with a pop up powerbomb. Using all his bodyweight, he pinned him down with a prawn hold but KJ powered out in the nick of time. As the match entered its crucial phase, Long was in control, once again working on Keelan’s back with several knee stomps. The fans counted five of them before West switched to a waistlock for a deadlift german suplex, obtaining another near fall. We weren’t too far from the ropes and the Warwolf decided to launch Keelan against them with a catapult. The Australian landed on the second rope and jumped off on the third one. From there he leaped toward his opponent catching him with an incredible reverse rana. West quickly tried to pick himself up but he received a shining wizard for his troubles, which was followed by the True Blue from KJ. This as well only giving him a two count. The Warwolf seemed dizzy after being dropped on his skull, Keelan wasn’t in a much better shape, holding his lower back clearly in a world of pain. Both of them seemed to realize that the next attack could be the decisive one, both of them trading punches to create themselves that opportunity. And it was West who came out on top, but Jayce slipped away from the fireman’s carry position, kicking Long in the guts when he turned around to face him. Then he quickly hoisted him up with extreme difficulty, lifting him barely enough to fall backward and nail him on his head with the hammerlock ddt he calls XXXX, finally obtaining the three. WINNER: Keelan Jayce BY: Pinfall (XXXX), 12:05 |
Ambra Monroe: "A fair fight between two warriors, but in the end Keelan came out victorious."
Peyton Holland: "You heard the Trickster, he has his eyes set on Megan's title, and he's working his way up to another opportunity."
Ambra Monroe: "A great match against BROOKFORD, a win against Long tonight... He's surely on the right path."
Peyton Holland: "You heard the Trickster, he has his eyes set on Megan's title, and he's working his way up to another opportunity."
Ambra Monroe: "A great match against BROOKFORD, a win against Long tonight... He's surely on the right path."
We come backstage where we see Matt Stone doing what Matt Stones do, talking. He’s on his mobile phone because he’s a professional here backstage at Millenium. He notches the camera following him now but he doesn’t care about that, continuing his conversation.
Matt Stone:
Yeah I heard what Seth had to say last week. The living legend and greatest mind in wrestling resorting to a low blow to walk out of the match with his briefcase, that’s a real pro move, isn’t it? Blowing smoke about how many titles he’s held down in Australia of all places while in the next breath saying it doesn’t matter what I’ve done elsewhere, the only thing that dude is good at is talking out of both sides of his mouth. I’ll keep being a dreamer though, it’s better than going through the nightmare he’ll be facing next time he’s unfortunate enough to be on the other side of the ring from me.
Matt stops talking, giving a knowing nod to the camera.
Matt Stone:
Oh shoot, there’s been a camera on me the whole time, I gotta call you back.
Stone hangs up the phone and slips the device back in his pocket.
Matt Stone:
Ya hear everything you wanted to there cameraman? Well stay put cause I’ve got a lot more to say on the matter, starting with the fact that I’m now three and Oh here and it would have been four if West didn’t desperately keep me out of the ring to force a draw.
As the camera is focused upon Matt while he is talking, in the background there is some slight movement as one half of The BreeTee Committee is walking into view. Teagan Gallagher holds two bottles of water in one hand as she steps right into Matt’s view during his moment in the spotlight that he so enjoys. The first thing Stone notices is the camera shift slightly to see what Teagan is doing and Matt doesn’t react well at all to the thunder-stealing tag specialist.
Matt Stone:
Hey, focus on me, got it.
He turns back to see what the camera was looking at and audibly scoffs at the sight.
Matt Stone:
Hey Mrs. Gordon, don’t you have other things to do than to ruin my shot? You should know better than to walk in front of a camera by now.
Teagan makes a face in response, scrunching up her nose, before she holds up her hands in a sign of surrender.
Teagan Gallagher:
Chill out Stone, I was on my way back to my locker room anyway.
Matt Stone:
A likely story...may as well make yourself useful while you’re here.
As he spoke, he approached the Netflix star and without warning took one of the bottles of water out of her hand to partake in the clear non-alcoholic liquid.
Matt Stone:
If this acting gig and wrestling gig don’t work out for you, you’ve got a great career in hostess work, how did you know I was parched?
Teagan’s mouth drops open showing that she was clearly offended and she quickly snatches the bottle of water out of his hand.
Teagan Gallagher:
That was for Bree, not you, I’m pretty sure you can get your own water.
Quick as a whip Matt replies
Matt Stone:
And Bree can’t? Or is she too busy getting more attention than you again? Maybe you should tweet about how unsupported you are again?
Teagan Gallagher:
I’m flattered you pay so much attention to me!
Teagan rolls her eyes before she shrugs her shoulders casually.
Teagan Gallagher:
Although trying to drive a wedge between myself and Bree is not very original, you can do better.
Matt Stone:
Trying? Oh my dear I don’t care if you two are making out in the closet or never talk to each other again. I’m not after tag team gold here, thank God I’m sure, but when you take my water out of my hand, you’re fixin’ to start something I don’t think you can finish.
Teagan Gallagher:
It wasn’t your water to take in the first place, I’m just taking back what you stole.
Teagan gives him a confident nod as she keeps a firm hold on the bottle of water to keep it out of his reach. Matt eyes the bottle but doesn’t make a move on it yet.
Matt Stone:
You sure you want to be walking around with contraband like that? I hear you’re gunna get Strip Searched tonight.
Teagan Gallagher:
Very funny.
She takes a few steps back, looking like she’s about to turn to walk away from Matt, although she appears to be taking her time as she keeps a careful eye on his movements.
Teagan Gallagher:
I’ll let you get back to talking about your favourite subject...which is yourself.
Matt Stone:
Oh, right hand by Teagan Gordon, really put me in my place.
Stone rolls his eyes, getting her name wrong but clearly not caring enough to correct it.
Matt Stone:
I should be everyone’s favourite subject, I’m the hottest rising star in Millennium and BROOKFORD!…
Matt literally shouts his name as it’s written in the text
Matt Stone:
...is about to have a new person to blame for keeping him out of the Intercontinental title picture when I bust him back to curtain jerking!
Teagan Gallagher:
Well hopefully you don’t get too thirsty out there in the ring!
Teagan waves the bottle of water back and forth slightly before she finally makes the movement of turning around to continue her walk back to her locker room. Matt just shakes his head and turns back to the camera.
Matt Stone:
Like anyone is looking for her when they’re thirsty. Bottom line tonight though is that I’m stepping into the ring with BROOKFORD!
Again he shouts his name, then coughs a bit.
Matt Stone:
Damn it! Now I need some water, ugh, this interview is over!
Stone storms off in the opposite direction as Teagan presumably going where she had come from to get some water.
Tag Team Match
Strip Search VS BreeTee Committee
Kiernan was telling something to her partner, and by the look of it, she was lecturing her. One could assume she wasn’t too happy with ZoZo’s actions in the opening contest, and the reason became clear after a couple of minutes. While Kiernan and Reagan were delighting the fans with a technical exchange, Karen and Clyde came to the ring and brutally assaulted Zoe. The match ended with a DQ win for Strip Search, a decision that left both Santos and the former tag champions unhappy. WINNER: Strip Search BY: DQ, 2:18 |
Peyton Holland: "I told you so..."
Kiernan went to her partner's rescue, jumping on Clyde with a double axe handle from the apron. With him down, she turned her focus on Karen who quickly knocked ZoZo down with another purse shot. For a moment it looked like her and Santos would get physical, but the Eldons opted for a retreat after seeing that Bree and Teagan had it out for them too.
Kiernan went to her partner's rescue, jumping on Clyde with a double axe handle from the apron. With him down, she turned her focus on Karen who quickly knocked ZoZo down with another purse shot. For a moment it looked like her and Santos would get physical, but the Eldons opted for a retreat after seeing that Bree and Teagan had it out for them too.
We find ourselves in a room both chaotic and orderly, trashed and protected, broken and more complete than words can do justice. On one side we see the stuff of an 80s metal nightmare, with posters of various bands haphazardly stuck to the walls with tacks, nails, and even a knife. Furniture is strewn across the floor amongst other rubbish and heavy red light hangs over it all. Beside it from the split down the middle is a void of pure white. A seamless void with no walls, doors, and any sight beyond the black velvet antique chair set in perfect symmetry with a dingy, steel folding chair on it’s counter side. The man who sits in that chair embodies this split that cuts right through the center of his body, with both sides pronounced in a different voice of his conflicting soul. Among the grit he sits with a grimace across his shaggy face, wild hair down over his eyes along with a Motley Crue t-shirt and torn jeans. Within the elegant nothing, he sits in a three-piece white suit, hair well-kempt and a knowing grin on his lips, a cup of tea in his hand. This is the Rapscallion. This is the Iron Fist.
This is Jacky Rex Daniels.
“The Iron Fist” Jacky Rex Daniels:
I’ve made my point, but I’m just not satisfied. I’ll admit, pinning you just like I said I would feels real good, Freddie, and I’ve meant few things more. It’s not that I didn’t know I could, but you’ve done way better than I was anticipating in turning my lessons around on me. Ironically, you’ve become my test, and there’s something fresh about that I can’t help but enjoy. I don’t know what to do with myself if I don’t have a mountain to climb, and you might not be the peak I wanted, but you’re the peak I’ve got. Something tells me that we’re going to do this for a very, very long time, and I’m fine with that! I don’t mind a little repetition, but now we’ve wrapped up Mel into this thing, haven’t we? With her comes the Cloud Gate championship, and I can sit here and complain about my moment to add that gold to my collection was robbed from me, that’s just not my style. Still, something has to be done. Something’s gotta give or the three of us are going to beat each other senseless to no end.
Bringing his tea up to the center of our screen and the split in the center, Jacky takes a deep sip. On the side of trash and dirt, the tea cup gives way to a glass beer bottle, disappearing back into the cup as he returns it back to his side.
“The Rapscallion” Jacky Rex Daniels:
So what say you, my duckys? Shall we bring the symphony of our coming doom to a glorious, thunderous crescendo?! Shall we ride into Valhalla hand-in-hand? I can think of no better way to write our final chapter than in blood and gold, and while the pandemonium rises to our knees and you grasp to pull yourselves up to higher ground, I’ll have already put pen to paper. I’ll be waiting with baited breath until I have your answers, but be quick. While I may not mind repetition, I do grow bored easily … and idle hands do the devil’s work, as they say. I can’t wait to hear from you.
Singles Match
Jacky Rex Daniels VS Lucie CallawayLucie evaded Jacky’s incoming charge and backed him in the corner with a series of strikes and kicks before hitting a corner double knees, following with a bulldog as he stumbled out. Looking to add salt to the wound, Callaway went for the Thrillkiller (senton bomb), a move made famous by her sister Brytain Rollins and used, in the past, by the former Cloud Gate champion Tiff Rollins as well. A little premature perhaps, and easily dodged by Jacky who then rocked the teenager with a devious knee strike to the side of the head. Then it was his usual display of technical ability, a series of holds aimed at wearing down the former Chicago Way champion and keeping her grounded. Callaway was able to reach the ropes with her foot to interrupt the count. Daniels let her go immediately but as soon as she was up to her feet, he pulled her in for his Ex Oblivione ripcord saito suplex. This went on for several minutes where Jacky was in full control, with Callaway mounting a small comeback only toward the middle of the match when she slid under the opponent and leapfrogged over him, catching him on the rebound with a rolling back elbow. That only staggered Daniels, but the following series of rapid fire headbutts knocked him down, giving her some room to breathe. She dropped Jacky down with The Killing Joke (double armed straightjacket neckbreaker) but she only got a two when she dragged him up. She started dragging him up but The Iron Fist blatantly raked her eye, sending her reeling backwards. The referee warned him, but he didn’t seem to particularly care, sinking in with a kick to the stomach to double the young girl over. With his usual theatrics, he snapped his finger and hooked both her arms to plant her down with The Wild Blue Yonder, but it wasn’t enough to beat the resilient girl. By the end of the match Lucie was doing everything she could to fend Jacky off, whose offense was getting more brutal and pressing as the time was passing. She was barely able to avoid a running big boot in the corner by getting her foot up for a kick of her own. Jacky immediately retaliated with a back elbow, climbing on the middle rope and starting to punch Lucie. Seven out of ten landed, then Callaway slipped down and between Jacky’s legs, reappearing behind his back. With a kick, he took off his leg, causing him to fall face first on the top turnbuckle and quickly rolled him up with a schoolboy pin, obtaining another near fall. The two were back on their feet, one in front of the other. With her quick kicks, Callaway set him up for the Nine Crimes, but Daniels pushed her away, sending her against the ropes. She bounced back right where he was waiting her, picking her up on his shoulders and slamming her on the canvas with his Synesthesia (Michinoku Driver II-B), scoring another win. WINNER: Jacky Rex Daniels BY: Pinfall (Synesthesia), 10:17 |
Ambra Monroe: "Another win for the Rapscallion..."
Peyton Holland: "... Or was it the Iron Fist?"
Ambra Monroe: "Little it matters, Pey. Jacky Rex Daniels is one dangerous individual no matter what, and he showed tonight it again tonight. Melissa, and Freddie as well, have been warned."
Peyton Holland: "... Or was it the Iron Fist?"
Ambra Monroe: "Little it matters, Pey. Jacky Rex Daniels is one dangerous individual no matter what, and he showed tonight it again tonight. Melissa, and Freddie as well, have been warned."
With much fanfare and regality, at least in their own minds, the duo of Chris Constantine Jr and his massive mountain of man and muscle, REDD Thunder almost swagger backstage. It is amazing how much confidence the men ooze when they have accomplished so little. While some would say that their confidence is something to be admired, others....the vast majority of people actually, feel their arrogance is indeed crossing over from comical to the realm of the audacious. The Walking Disaster himself has an air about him that is especially grating. He walks through the small crowd of hired hands, local talent, and vendors all setting up back stage, knocking more than one over as he moved. Some yelled at him, but to no avail, after all, who is going to stand up to the biggest, strongest, and some say baddest man in Millennium?
REDD Thunder:
Thats what me thought....next time get of my way. And dont waste the Thunder’s time. After all, when you come at the king jabroni, you best not miss.
Chris laughed his Thunder, and I swear you can almost taste the combination of energy drinks and douchebag that combined to form the flavor known around the world as Chad. Just then, as the two APE member where again pointing and laughing at back stage crew, someone quickly threw Constantine onto the floor. Then a deep voice yelled out “HEY THUNDER”. THe big man turned around, and was met face to face with none other than the man he put on the shelf almost a year prior. Dustin Douglas was back. And he was about to make a statement.
Dustin Douglas:
Remember me....
REDD Thunder:
Ummm....
He looked genuinely confused
REDD Thunder:
Should me remember you?
Dustin Dougls:
Thats funny....how about I jog your memory...
Dustin pulls out a lead pipe, and is seen swinging, almost chopping down REDD Thunder. He smashes the pipe across the Thunder’s right knee, bringing the behemoth to the ground
Dustin Dougls:
That....is for attacking me from behind, like a little bitch boy
Dustin attacks the other, good knee, dropping the Thunder to the ground on his chest
Dustin Dougls:
And that....is for taking a year off of my career for no good reason, again....like a little bitch boy.
He begins kicking REDD in the ribs, and Constantine stands about ready to strike and get the attacker off of his friend. As Chris moves close though, Dustin stares a hole through him, and points his lead pipe at him, barely and inch from his face
Dustin Dougls:
Walk away rich boy....this doesnt concern you. This is not your problem. But if you move any close it will concern you, and become a very big problem. Run along and tell your two little friends that I just took out the big dumb one. And tell them how you saw Redd collapse and not be angle to move, how he is lying there....look at him Chris. He is lying here, clutching his chest, trying to breathe.
He kicks REDD again
Dustin Dougls:
It’s sad really...
He grabs REDD by the hair, and sits him on his knees
Dustin Dougls:
And this...little bitch boy...is for trying to end my streak....
He smashes the lead pipe across the back of The Thunder’s head. He then drops the pipe, and the clang it makes can be heard across the room. Every stands in silence. Chris slowly walks away as Dustin waves him off. He then tells the camera to come closer
Dustin Dougls:
For those who don’t remember me....Big Nasty Dustin Douglas is back and has just accomplished my first of many goals. I took out this fat piece of shit that tried to end my career. I swear little man, you should have killed me because what you did to me, it did it take. It did it stop me. It just drove me almost insane as I would lie in bed in therapy center after therapy center, angry at you....angry at me....angry at my ex wife, doctors, your stupid APE friends. Then I realized something, that being angry kept me sane. Kept me alive...alive when I had nothing to live for.
You ever met a man with nothing to lose....that man dangerous. That man is scary. That man, given the right motivation, is unstoppable. And seeing your fat fucking face on my TV, in MY spot, in MY ring, in front of MY fans....it motivated me more than you can imagine...
He looks down and laughs
Dustin Dougls:
Actually I bet you can imagine, you are living proof of just how motivated I am and just how much I do not care about consequences. When I started wrestling, late in life, I thought I was at the bottom of the valley, the lowest of the low. Then this fat bastard took away a year of my career, and I swore to myself if given the chance, I would go HAM on him and anyone else that got in my way.
Hard as a mother fucker....only speed I know anymore.
Ya’ll thought Big Nasty was a tough S.O.B. When I first came on the scene? Ya’ll thought The Streak was something crazy? Ya’ll ain’t seen nothing yet. Before I was just a talent rookie sensation, now I’m an angry man who has done nothing for the last year but watch tape, lift heavy weights, punch things, and sat in my misery, angry at the entire world.
I will never forget how I was tossed aside like garbage...and everyone in MY fed is never going to forget me.
He shelves the camera and then gives Redd one final kick for good measure
Singles Match
Jada Hashford VS Chris Constantine JuniorAfter laying his claim on the World championship last Sunday, Constantine looked more confident than ever in this match, strutting around as the bell rang and asking who the hell he was facing and why. The disrespect didn’t sit well with Jada, who introduced herself to the leader of APE with a right hand to the jaw. Constantine felt the blow, staggering back a couple of steps and demanding that the referee would disqualify her since, in his opinion, she used a closed fist. Which obviously wasn’t true, and the match continued with the Mississippi Queen charging with a volley of hard strikes, forearms and chops mostly. She whipped him across the ring and went for a big boot, but Constantine never came back from the ropes, hooking onto them for dear life. When she realized that, she charged at full speed, flying outside the ring as Constantine lowered the top rope. He bragged for this for far too long, tapping his temple with the index. Hashford slid back behind his shoulders and clubbed him with a heavy blow to the head, dropping him on his knees. When she went to hit him with a roundhouse kick though, CCJ rolled under the bottom rope to catch his breath. After the match went back in the ring, Chris took the lead and controlled the match, holding Jada in a headlock. She pushed him away, rocking him with a discus forearm strike on the rebound. But when she went for the pump kick Constantine sidestepped, immediately catching the opponent with a neckbreaker. After dropping his knee a few times, he dragged her up and connected a suplex, getting a two and arguing with the referee, though Jada had kicked out way well in advance. Hashford was up, the two of them trading hard blows with the Backwoods Braggart surprisingly getting the advantage, forcing Constantine in the corner with a series of uppercuts. Once there, she choked him in the corner with her knee, using the full count before letting go. Using an irish whip she looked to send him in the opposite corner but Constantine countered it and shoved her chest first into the same corner he was a moment ago, catching her with a german suplex on the rebound. Hashford obtained a near fall with a spear, but that was her only noteworthy moment in a final part of the match dominated by Constantine. CCJ experience played a big part, allowing him to suck her in with one of the oldest tricks in his book and take back control. After getting hit by the spear, the former world champion got on his knees and begged for mercy, but as soon as Jada was within range, he went straight for her eye, leaving her momentarily blinded. Letting out a long chuckle, Constantine stood up and reached the opponent, grabbing her head and pushing it down to meet her with several knee strikes. With her stunned, he easily set her up for the American Strong Piledriver, planting Hashford on her head and obtaining a clear win. After the referee raised his hand in victory, Chris clearly signaled what his goal truly was. The MWE World Championship. WINNER: Chris Constanine Junior BY: Pinfall (American Strong Piledriver), 8:43 |
Peyton Holland: "A convincing win by Constantine, for once without any outside help."
Ambra Monroe: "Well, his bodyguard has been beaten to a pulp backstage.."
Peyton Holland: "Let's talk about that for a moment... The Big Nasty is back and boy, did he make a statement!"
Ambra Monroe: "For one year he waited for this moment, his revenge against the man who interrupted his career right when it was on the ramp."
Peyton Holland: "I've just been informed that REDD Thunder has been taken to a medical facility not far from here, but at the time we have no updates on his health. Hopefully we will be able to provide some before the night is over."
Ambra Monroe: "Well, his bodyguard has been beaten to a pulp backstage.."
Peyton Holland: "Let's talk about that for a moment... The Big Nasty is back and boy, did he make a statement!"
Ambra Monroe: "For one year he waited for this moment, his revenge against the man who interrupted his career right when it was on the ramp."
Peyton Holland: "I've just been informed that REDD Thunder has been taken to a medical facility not far from here, but at the time we have no updates on his health. Hopefully we will be able to provide some before the night is over."
The scene opens backstage inside a locker room. Sophie O’Brian is sitting on the floor meditating. Sitting on a black steel folding chair to her left is Kyle Butler. With a pair of wireless ear buds in his ear, he is looking at a tablet, presumably watching something relating to his opponents tonight Seth and Neal. Whatever he is looking at he sets the tablet down, removes the ear buds from his ear. He joins Sophie on the floor. She doesn’t notice he is sitting right next to her.
Kyle Butler:
I don’t mean to disturb you Soph... does meditation actually work?
Sophie O’Brian:
Marcus Aurelius says, nowhere can man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul.
Kyle nods.
Kyle Butler:
That makes sense. There are a lot of troubled souls around here. Maybe if MWE paid for us to have relaxation classes this company would be a much better place. Is that wishful thinking?
Sophie O’Brian:
Unfortunately. Most wrestling organizations thrive upon chaos. This one is no different. The key is how one responds to the chaos. For where there is chaos there is opportunity.
Kyle Butler:
Like tonight. I never expected to stand across the ring from the two guys who are carrying those briefcases around. Beating them will get the brass to notice us one would think. Hey, you get a chance to beat up Seth, that has got to be fun for you right? Overdue receipt?
Sophie smirks devilishly.
Sophie O’Brian:
Seth has involved himself in my affairs for far too long. I shall enjoy making him suffer.
Kyle Butler:
I’ll help make that happen anyway I can.
Kyle smiles.
Kyle Butler:
As for Neal. He’s a great talent. I don’t know if I should feel this way... he is over in the other company doing pretty well for himself. My problem comes in where these people like Melissa and Freddie and Neal who are more synonymous with HKW coming over here to take spots from people like us, MWE is our bread and butter. MWE is our primary obligation. Those guys can drag their drama over here. That’s not right in my book. I might be hated for stating this, I don’t care. This is my home. This isn’t Neal’s home or Seth’s home, it’s mine. It’s your Sophie. So tonight we need to remind both of them that this is our house so to speak. When it comes to the best interest of MWE, we are the ones not treating this company as just another place they can exist in.
Sophie nods her head.
Sophie O’Brian:
Socrates says, smart people learn from everything and everyone, average people from their experiences, stupid people already have all the answers. Seth and Neal may believe that they have the answers, that this is their turf, but this is ours and tonight we make an example out of them.
Kyle Butler:
Roll Tide to that...
Kyle pauses. He tilts his head to the side.
Kyle Butler:
You don’t hate Alabama do you?
Kyle chuckles.
Sophie O’Brian:
I am indifferent to Alabama. I am indifferent to sports in general. Except this one.
Kyle Butler:
Cool. Nick Sabin once said “I always ask myself the question, do you like to win, or do you hate to lose?” Regardless of what sport we partake in, we love to win more than losing. To paraphrase the infamous Al Davis, lets win baby.
Kyle closes his eyes. He gets himself into the proper meditation posture looking to quiet his mind for the war ahead.
Chairs Match
Atti Valentine VS Duke AndrewsThings escalated rather quickly in this one, Atticus and Duke wasting no time and immediately leaving the ring, grabbing one chair each. They began swinging them at each other, a sort of sword duel but with chairs. Parried shots, dodged blows and ducked strikes until Atti kicked Duke in the guts and blasted the chair on his back. The former two-time Lockdown champion groaned in pain, falling on one knee. Valentine relentlessly hit him with more strikes to the back, before eventually dropping the chair on the mat and pushing it right under Duke’s head. As the member of APE slowly stood up to his feet, Atti took a few steps back and charged in, looking to drive his face onto the chair with a curb stomp, but Andrews saw that coming and dodged the blow, causing Atti to stomp the chair. Quickly up to a vertical base, Duke hit the opponent with a lariat, knocking him down. Valentine’s foot got trapped in the chair, which gave the Epitome Of Perfection a sick idea. He adjusted the chair around the opponent’s leg, kicked him in the head for good measure and then proceeded to stomp the chair, hurting his foot in the process. Despite the obvious pain, Atti was still in the fight although the ankle was clearly bothering him. His movements were slower, but that wasn’t really an issue once he knocked Duke down with a wicked shot to the head. Valentine was methodical in his actions, forgetting the flashiest side of his offense and fully exploiting the possibility to use chairs instead, and do that in a creative way. After wearing down Duke with some kicks in the corner, he sat Michigan’s Favorite Son on a chair and placed a second one on his upper body, covering the chest and face. Then he dropkicked said chair, knocking Duke down and following up with a cover, but the APE raised his shoulder in time. A few more shots to weaken him down and then Atti buried Andrews under a pile of chairs, reaching the corner and climbing to the top ready to jump for his Valentine’s Day. Chairs started flying to his direction, thrown by a raging Duke, and one of them caught Atti on the head, knocking him down for a dreadful fall on the floor outside. The momentum of the match changed right then and there, and for the following minutes Duke absolutely destroyed the opponent, bending a chair on his back after a number of ruthless shots.He didn’t forget about the leg either, stepping on his ankle and driving the edge of another chair on his knee. But Valentine wasn’t staying down, the 26 years old once again showing a barely human tolerance for pain and fighting back despite the blood pouring from his skull and painting his long blond hair red, courtesy of Duke’s piledriver. With a tornado ddt he planted the former Lockdown champion on the top of his head, preparing himself for his Into The Fire. He was waiting for the moment to strike with the running single leg dropkick when Joey Leclair slid inside the ring behind his back. The Chicago Way champion rocked Atticus with the Death Dealer Elbow as Valentine turned around, sending him right into Duke’s Andrews Effect, the One Winged Angel on a pile of chairs. That was the end of the match for Atti, but not the end of his suffering, as Joey took revenge for the loss suffered one week ago because of Atticus’ interference and punished the man with various chair shots while he was down, stopping only when security rushed to the ring. WINNER: Duke Andrews BY: Pinfall (Andrews Effect), 13:22 |
Peyton Holland: "You called it Ambra, now you might just get what you want."
Ambra Monroe: "Valentine and Leclair were on a collision course, that much was clear. The question now is how badly things will escalate from now to the moment they will eventually clash."
Peyton Holland: "Knowing them? There will be blood. Plenty of it."
Ambra Monroe: "Valentine and Leclair were on a collision course, that much was clear. The question now is how badly things will escalate from now to the moment they will eventually clash."
Peyton Holland: "Knowing them? There will be blood. Plenty of it."
Normally when we get to a place where this man is located, the atmosphere might be a little tense but there’s this sense of calmness about him. As if he’s seen everything and has a level of grace about the way he handles his business and that he normally doesn’t get too emotional. This isn’t the case with Seth Iser today. He’s unable to hide the agitation etched on his face as he has his arms crossed and his fingers tapping on his bicep.
Seth Iser:
He came for my money...and my pride at the same time.
There’s hostility in his voice as he mutters that as he’s got a glint of rage in his eye that he isn’t suppressing. He’s doing his best not to scream and yell right now but there isn’t a promise in that. We get a decent view of his ring gear as he paces for a moment, he’s opted for the black and teal variation of it this week, one of the newer combinations in his ring attire. And then we get a view of both the briefcase and the teal jacket behind him in this part of the stage.
Seth Iser:
I try to take some pride in how I appear...not wanting to come out in front of the entire world...screaming and hollering about what might have wronged me. And I take even more pride in representing the sport of professional wrestling the way a wrestler should. It’s something you keep learning about even at my age. But Neal Durden last week...crossed a little bit of a line. A line you only cross if you’re ready to accelerate.
He takes a deep breath, again not wanting to do what he doesn’t want to even if there’s that temptation of really letting loose and letting go.
Seth Iser:
I had every intention of mending the wound a different way. Then...here we are stuck in a situation neither of us want to be in even if the main event pay is going to be in our paychecks. For some young buck who doesn’t understand the gravity of that situation they’d just go in with their premeditated plans consequences be damned. It’d also be something many of the people would succumb to in the building because they don’t have that kind of mental strength and resistance.
The sneer is still on his face as there’s malice creeping into his voice. He’s not hiding how much he dislikes it and the fans who heard this begin booing loudly in his direction knowing he addressed them in that light. But the veteran has stopped pacing and still with that look of disgust on his face he continues.
Seth Iser:
I’m not like you, nor am I most any wrestlers. I’m one of the game's greatest hunters and I always hunt for the main event pay and the responsibility that comes with it. So Neal. From bell to bell...you have my word. I’m going to do everything I can to ensure we get the victory. I know Sophie wouldn’t hesitate to throw a fireball at either of us. She’s almost as crafty as I am considering her own experience in the ring. It isn’t something to triffle with. And I know damn well that Kyle Butler is one half of The Golden Era. He’s as familiar with tag tricks as you are, Neal. Might go about it a different way than you but we both know that’s not something to scoff at. We can’t afford to let our quarrel get in the way of the work tonight even if we both don’t really want to. Otherwise, we’re both hurt and we BOTH lose our briefcases.
There’s a sense of warning coming from Seth as if he has seen this movie play out one too many times before he glares at the camera.
Seth Iser:
From bell to bell, Neal. You might not always enjoy how I get the job done, but I’ll do everything in my power to ensure that our side is victorious. Don’t get up in your moral compass about it because they may do the same thing to us if the roles were reversed and that’s literally something I don’t want to take a chance on. There are few things I enjoy more than victory after all...but...but…
And now his eyes narrow ,the anger he’s feeling is starting to come in as he grabs his briefcase first and shows it to the camera before placing it where it was. There is a darkening in his tone and demeanor as he looks even more intimidating with this anger that is under control for the moment.
Seth Iser:
You understand the weight of what you just did against me last week. When our work is over, I’m going to collect the debt you tried to pry away from me. I’ll start mending the wound you put on me the day you set ME on fire! And no...I’m not going to end your career. I refuse to play that immature game unless it’s a last resort. It’s awfully callow to just arbitrarily declare the end of a career whether it’s someone else’s or your own after all…
A little bit of that grace that he’s more known for creeps in at the end but it’s back to the anger.
Seth Iser:
But...I can make you feel miserable about our sport and every day we come to work here both physically and psychologically with what I may do to you for the price you tried to take from me. And you can ask Owen...I’ve had years of practice in that endeavor. I might not have many years left...but I know I have more than enough to play that type of game a few more times when someone stubborn like you comes along after all. You remember the pain when I ripped away the Wildcard Tournament from you?
No smirk even from the self proclaimed game’s greatest rule breaker. Just pure menace on this threat as he towers down.
Seth Iser:
That hurt worse than anything physically right? Get acquainted with that feeling...because I’ll make you feel so accustomed to being so close yet so far away from your goal that my words about feeling miserable about our sport will come to pass. When our work is done tonight...our little truce for the evening...it’s terminated. And I fully intend on mending this wound whether you like it or not.
And with that last statement he grabs his black and teal matching ring jacket to put on and then the briefcase before lumbering down toward the ring to start to go to work.
Singles Match
Matt Stone VS BROOKFORDThe past weeks surely left a bad taste in BROOKFORD’s mouth. Two consecutive losses due to mysterious attacks would upset anyone, more so someone who has gone unpinned for over a year. Not that there was any doubt before, but it was clear that this would be a tough match for Stone from the get going as BROOKFORD started off strong unloading several forearms, followed by a big boot. Stone quickly came back with a flurry of punches and knee strikes combo, trying to whip the big man against the ropes. But the Problem Solver didn’t move an inch, no matter how hard Matt tried to pull his arm. Instead, he yanked back, pulling the Abominable Showman into a spinning side slam. BROOKFORD was hitting hard, pushing Stone into the corner and squashing him with a running splash. Wrapping his arms around Stone’s torso, he walked to the centre of the ring holding the opponent in a bear hug. Matt tried to break free by hitting the big man’s head, but before losing his grasp, the problem solver opted to launch the canadian behind his back with a suplex. Stone was forced to change his strategy since neither the trash talk he used to get under the opponent’s skin nor his usual technical moveset based on grappling and suplexes were effective. First of all, he needed some separation, and obtained it with a sudden jawbreaker. BROOKFORD hadn’t quite recovered from it yet and he was already being dropped down by Matt’s running STO. The multi-time champion obtained some near falls with neckbreaker and backbreaker variations, but the big man always kicked out way before the three. BROOKFORD’s comeback seemed to steer the momentum of the match in his favor, but after the attempts to put Matt out with the brainbuster and pumphandle powerslam failed to take out the man, he almost fell for a C-c-c-c Combo Breaker out of nowhere. Stone made the cover, sure that he got him there but BROOKFORD managed to save himself in the nick of time. The match went back and forth for a little longer in what was an even contest, until… The lights went out for the third consecutive week and the arena plunged into darkness. This time, when they came back, nothing changed. BROOKFORD was still on his feet and so was Stone, both of them looking confused at what just happened. Or didn’t happen.. Matt charged trying to capitalize on the momentary distraction, running right into a kick to the stomach. BROOKFORD hoisted up stone and hit the dragon screw neck whip he calls Problem… Solved and obtained the win. WINNER: BROOKFORD BY: Pinfall (Problem… Solved!), 14:46 |
Peyton Holland: "What did just hap..."
As Brookford is still celebrating his victory, gesturing to the camera and barking at his downed opponent, the lights go out and Brookford prepares for battle, yet, no one seemingly appears. Instead, the tron started glitching and ultimately the image of a log cabin in the woods appeared.
The scene then shifts, seemingly to the inside of this cabin where we see a hand moving a chess piece followed by the unmistakable voice of Alexander Lyndon.
Alexander Lyndon:
The Queen’s Gambit is kind of a hit as of late… isn’t it?
Lyndon smirks, while Brookford snarls at the tron as The Lost Soul continues talking.
Alexander Lyndon:
Yet, the queen has been making a gambit far longer than that series has been alive in the collective consciousness. She has been playing her pieces in a manner only bright minds might be able to decipher… utilizing pawns and brooks in a way few would suspect her.
A light chuckle escapes Lyndon as he grabs a rook and continues.
Alexander Lyndon:
Did I say “brooks”... I meant rooks… but YOU understood… didn’t you Brookford? I’m sure a bright mind such as yours would understand my mix up… so tell the queen, the bishop knows what the pawns only murmur.
After that… Lyndon put the piece in his hand down and walks away from the chess board… the camera stays on the board and as it pans out it shows a bishop and knight checkmate; but the king was substituted with the queen and the rook Lyndon had in his hand had fallen... as the scene fades to black.
Inside her office, the Millennium General Manager Elsa McCarthy is enjoying the night. Well, enjoying might be an overstatement, the show has already had its fair share of chaos… Another Wednesday night, you could say. There’s a knock at the door and Elsa, for the first time since the attack in September free from Ryen Riekert’s strict surveillance, goes to open it.
Elsa McCarthy:
Good evening Vincent.
She welcomes her counterpart with a warm smile, inviting him in. She was clearly expecting him, that’s why she didn’t even have to ask who was there. The duo had some unfinished business from their meeting on Riot this past Sunday, and now the time has come for them to address it. Vincent just straightens the tie on his jacket with his free hand while bracing himself on the cane with his occupied hand before nodding at his younger counterpart with a half of a smile.
Vincent Moretti:
We won’t be silenced here so...where were we…
Vincent racks his brain to retrace the conversation as best he can in his brain before nodding his head.
Vincent Moretti:
Oh that’s right...the briefcase situation and...one of the two looking to mend an old wound.
Elsa McCarthy:
Yes. Is that as bad as it sounds?
The subject is obviously Seth Iser, one of the two briefcase holders and longtime friend and client of Moretti. Who, better than him, would know what’s going through the veteran’s mind? Vincent mauls on that thought and his face noticeably darkens as he considers the point.
Vincent Moretti:
He’s one of the most devious men to ever play the game, Elsa. Imagine that mind frame actually looking to get a pound of flesh rather than to protect an investment. He doesn’t like going there...but that acceleration last week was the tipping point of getting there. Neal threatened his money and his briefcase so...yeah, he’ll probably be looking for a pound of flesh or worse. And there’d be no mystery about it either…
As he thinks that further he rubs his temple a little bit more as he’s trying to mull things over and his eyes blink as something dawned on him.
Vincent Moretti:
They have to settle it in the ring. As scary as this sounds and the fact that neither of them were standing and one of them was on fire last time they fought...Miss van Beek sees dollars in those two fighting with stakes and a grudge at the same time. Especially since nobody in the roster has gotten under Seth’s skin like Neal has so far. That means there isn’t a choice here. Just the question is the stakes, and how they settle it.
The young general manager listened to those words with a look of concern on her face, probably thinking back at the match the two had at By Any Means, when they beat each other to a pulp through Three Stages Of Hell. A match that saw no winners, as none of them was able to stand up before the count of ten. Which led to this mess, with two briefcases around at the same time.
Elsa McCarthy:
Yeah… Not to mention this whole situation is inhibiting them from cashing in the briefcase.. But, even if we book this match, one that will give us a clear winner once and for all… I can’t take the briefcase away from whoever lose it. They fought for it all the way through the tournament, they earned their spot in the final and actually won the guaranteed title shot that we promised to them...
And then Vincent’s eyes light up for a moment as if he had a moment like something clicked.
Vincent Moretti:
We don’t have to take the briefcases away...but what about both the power of the briefcase itself and what title or titles they can challenge for? What if the stakes involve something like that?
He taps his chin for a moment thinking it through...the two are going to be at each other’s throats if they’re pursuing the same title but if they’re forced to be going after different ones, that might work. He rubs his temple a little bit thinking a little bit further.
Vincent Moretti:
We might have to work the details about being able to change anything and all of that but...winner gets the world title shot...loser still is able to cash in for anything they want that isn’t the world title. That way they both have the briefcase but something is settled between them. They’ve been at each other’s throats since May. Their issues predate their time in this company together. But that’s at least what they’d fight for...and I figure the where is on Pay Per View.
After that initial brainwave now it’s Vincent’s turn to look confused as he leans back just thinking things further.
Vincent Moretti:
But the how...that’s what stumps me. Last Man Standing didn’t settle it. One of them was on fire. I doubt a normal match can contain what they’d do to one another...so...that’s what I’m stumped on.
Elsa McCarthy:
I agree, it has to be something… definitive.
She says that last word with a thread of voice, almost scared by what that could imply.
Elsa McCarthy:
We can’t afford another draw or a no contest, we must have one clear winner to enter 2021 with only one briefcase that can be cashed on the World Title. Luckily enough, we have a month until the next PPV. Plenty of time to find a solution to this situation.
A long sigh follows her words. Vincent rubs his temple.
Vincent Moretti:
They’re going to knock the hell out of each other until then. Welcome to the nature of the business. I’ve been on all three sides of it now. The ring, the manager, and now the general manager.
He then lets out a light laugh in self depreciation as he ponders this out.
Vincent Moretti:
We got 66% of the problem done at least. I know that isn’t great for school but it’d be good for baseball. Hell, maybe one of the two will spout something for a suggestion and they figure out the how organically. So...now that this is out of the way, either when the show ends tonight or tomorrow if you have the day out, want to just enjoy Chicago and relax and not think about work? You’re stressed and it’s obvious.
Vincent pauses for a moment before thinking and a thought crosses him.
Vincent Moretti:
Just let’s not order any Jeppson Malorts. Those things suck...
Elsa McCarthy:
I have no idea what that thing is.. And quite frankly, I don’t really want to find out.
Elsa candidly admits.
Elsa McCarthy:
A night out sounds like a good idea actually. It’s been awhile since I had a chance to relax. After the show then?
Vincent puts on a warm smile after the fact.
Vincent Moretti:
Sure. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the show until then.
He just gestures to the television that is there as he pulls up a seat and just takes a look and starts to watch it from the eyes not so much as the general manager of the opposite show but as a fan of professional wrestling as he just leans back on said chair with a smile on his face.
Tag Team Match
Sophie O'Brian & Kyle Butler VS Neal Durden & Seth Iser
Peyton Holland: "Talk about strange bedfellows. After last week, do you believe Seth and Neal can coexist, Ambra?” Ambra Monroe: “They have to, if they care about winning tonight.” Peyton Holland: “That’s the talking point here. Do they? Or will they try to screw over the other?” Ambra Monroe: “Time will tell… Wait, where is Seth going?” Peyton Holland: “Looks like he’s going to talk with Rum.. And we know what happens when he does.” Ambra Monroe: “He’s going to use the briefcase… But for what?” Peyton Holland: “My guess? Bow out and make this a handicap match.” Rumchata Ayano: “The match is now to be contested under Lucha Tag Rules!” Everyone, Neal included, looked at Seth in confusion. Peyton Holland: “Well, this is unexpected. To those of you unfamiliar with this stipulation, the main difference is that whenever the legal member of a team touches the floor outside the ring with both feet, his teammate may enter the ring to take his place as the legal competitor.” Ambra Monroe: “I’m not sure what’s the meaning of this. My best guess? He’s trying to throw the opponents off their game with a stipulation they’re certainly not used to.” The match started with Neal Durden taking on Kyle Butler. Looking in great shape, the Anarchist quickly dodged the initial flurry of offense from Butler, ducking the clothesline and doubling him over with a back side kick to the stomach. followed with a quick swinging neckbreaker. He picked him up and, after applying a front face lock, walked back into his corner looking for a quick tag, perhaps a way to test if Iser was truly willing to cooperate. And the tag was made, the grizzled veteran entering the ring and dropping a double axe handle to Kyle’s back. Nothing fancy in his offense, hard and straight shot to wear down the opponent with the occasional closed fist here and there that earned him a warning from the official. It took him a while but Kyle eventually recovered from the difficult start, firing back with some chops to Seth’s chest to fight his way out of the corner. Peyton Holland: “Look at Kyle go! It’s not every day that you see someone beating Seth in a pure brawl.” Punch by punch and kick by kick, Butler was able to knock Seth down, clearing the path to his corner. Before he could reach her though, Neal rushed in and caught him with a snap german suplex. And it was perfectly legal since Seth, wisely, rolled under the bottom rope. Ambra Monroe: “Seth immediately took advantage of the lucha tag rules.” Peyton Holland: “This proves his point, Kyle could have done the same thing rather than fighting the giant halfway across the ring. But for someone so used to the standard rules, it doesn’t come as natural.” The pace quickened when Neal entered the ring. With moves like the standing shiranui and the tilt-a-whirl ddt, the Underground Underworld champion forced Sophie to come in and save his partner twice. Kyle was worn out already, six minutes into this match most of them spent on the receiving end of the opponent’s offense. He still had enough fight in him to rock Durden with a heavy forearm strike and lift him for a snap suplex. Both men were quickly up to their feet, Neal charged at Butler who left the ring to allow her partner to come in. Sophie tried to sneak up behind Durden, but the Welshman grabbed the top rope and launched himself on the outside with a pescado on Butler. O’Brian quickly realized what that meant and turned around to face Iser. But the FGA world champion was already in the ring, charging at her with his arm extended for a wicked clothesline that turned the woman inside out. Ambra Monroe: “So far, the odd team of Seth and Neal seems to be always one step ahead of the opponents.” Peyton Holland: “They may not see eye to eye, but they’re still one of the best tag team wrestlers and someone who earned the moniker of Wrestling’s Greatest Mind.” The size and power advantage allowed Seth to control this part of the match, until O’Brian found an opening with a kick to the surgically repaired left knee. As he dropped down, she made him see stars with a roundhouse to the side of the head. Iser rolled toward the ropes looking to tag out but this time Sophie blocked him before he could, dragging him back to the middle of the ring with difficulty and raging on him with countless stomps. She made a traditional tag to her partner who, now rested, fired Seth against the ropes and caught him with a flapjack into a Death Of WIsdom from O’Brian, but the Glorious Golden Era only got a two out of it, thanks to Durden’s intervention. Ambra Monroe: “Anyone, myself included, who thought Neal and Seth wouldn’t be able to put their differences aside, has now to change their minds.” A minute and half later Neal made another save, this time after Kyle’s inverted headlock backbreaker. Short winded and aching, Seth used the ropes to help himself up, using an elbow to keep Butler at distance. But the former Tag Team champion was back on the attack, relentlessly hitting the veteran with shots to the kidneys. His mistake was to try to suplex the big man so close to the ropes, making it all too easy for him to block the attempt simply by grabbing the top rope and holding onto it. With a headbutt Seth set himself free, connecting some violent forearm strikes to push Kyle back before he sent him against the ropes and caught him with the Pillar Of Truth on the rebound. And then he left the ring, letting Neal in with a frog splash on the grounded Kyle that earned him another two. Peyton Holland: “Not only they’re not jumping at each other’s throat, but they’re actually working together quite well.” The same could be said for the Glorious Golden Era. It has to be noted that, despite them being in the same group, Kyle and Sophie never teamed up before tonight. But they showed some good chemistry nonetheless, quickly wearing Neal down with fast tags and combined moves like a german suplex/neckbreaker combination. Durden had his hands full with them, more so once they finally mastered the whole lucha tag rules thing, alternating it with regular tags to keep the pressure on him constant and their offense unpredictable. It didn’t help that when Neal finally got the much needed break with a springboard cutter and rolled out of the ring Seth was turned to the opposite side arguing with a fan about, once again, deep dish pizza. Ambra Monroe: “Is Seth the legal man now?” Peyton Holland: “I don’t think he realized that Neal has left the ring.” Or maybe he did, and simply didn’t care. At least that’s what Neal thought, climbing back on the apron and ducking Kyle’s right hook, sliding between his legs and rolling him up in a quick pinning predicament, from which he kicked out in time. Durden and Butler kept fighting, both of them having been in for quite some time and showing signs of fatigue. As they kept going, Seth took a walk around the ring and attacked O’Brian, dragging her off the apron and hitting her with a lariat. The reason was pretty obvious, he wanted to make sure she couldn’t break up the pin now that the match had entered its final moments. And to make sure of it, he powerbombed her through the announcer’s table. Inside the ring Neal was able to catch Butler with the Disaster Knee (ripcord jumping knee strike). The Anarchist climbed to the top rope, ready to seal the deal with his Starlight (shooting star press) when… TAG! Seth Iser slapped him on the back, becoming the legal man. Neal didn’t take this too well, barking at him. But The Deity Of Destruction didn’t seem to care, picking up Butler and putting the exclamation point on his team’s win with the Deprivation DDT. WINNER: Seth Iser & Neal Durden BY: Pinfall (Deprivation DDT), 21:13 |
Neal didn't even join Seth for the post match celebration. He simply shook his head, grabbing his briefcase and walking backwards up the ramp heading backstage, keeping his eyes glued on the rival.
Peyton Holland:
Seth and Neal, Neal and Seth. The tale of the two briefcases will come to an end in a month, Ambra. After that, only one of them will have a granted opportunity at the MWE World championship at any time they want.
Ambra Monroe:
Unless one of them cashes in before... But that's too big of a risk with the opponent who could simply change the match into a non-title contest and ruin the cash in.
Peyton Holland:
Yep. That's why none of them has tried that yet. They know the shot is not as guaranteed until the other briefcase is around. That's probably why Neal put Seth's one in jeopardy last week.
Ambra Monroe:
Matt Stone can say what he wants, and we could even agree with him. But Seth did what he had to do to protect his golden ticket when he got himself intentionally disqualified.
Peyton Holland:
Before we go, we have a little update on APE's own REDD Thunder. The extent of his injuries has yet to be determined but it has been confirmed that he won't be able to compete on Riot this Sunday.
Ambra Monroe:
Not that anyone was expecting him to after that beatdown.. We obviously wish him a speedy recovery, get well soon Big Man.
Peyton Holland:
And that's a wrap, dear MWE fans. If you want more MWE action, make sure you tune in this Friday for The Academy and, of course, Riot on Sunday. Goodnight!
Peyton Holland:
Seth and Neal, Neal and Seth. The tale of the two briefcases will come to an end in a month, Ambra. After that, only one of them will have a granted opportunity at the MWE World championship at any time they want.
Ambra Monroe:
Unless one of them cashes in before... But that's too big of a risk with the opponent who could simply change the match into a non-title contest and ruin the cash in.
Peyton Holland:
Yep. That's why none of them has tried that yet. They know the shot is not as guaranteed until the other briefcase is around. That's probably why Neal put Seth's one in jeopardy last week.
Ambra Monroe:
Matt Stone can say what he wants, and we could even agree with him. But Seth did what he had to do to protect his golden ticket when he got himself intentionally disqualified.
Peyton Holland:
Before we go, we have a little update on APE's own REDD Thunder. The extent of his injuries has yet to be determined but it has been confirmed that he won't be able to compete on Riot this Sunday.
Ambra Monroe:
Not that anyone was expecting him to after that beatdown.. We obviously wish him a speedy recovery, get well soon Big Man.
Peyton Holland:
And that's a wrap, dear MWE fans. If you want more MWE action, make sure you tune in this Friday for The Academy and, of course, Riot on Sunday. Goodnight!