Post by gvb on Nov 23, 2020 17:57:34 GMT -6
Riot in Illinois #13
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Sunday, November 22nd, 2020
Backstage we find Luna Smith wearing her hair up in a high ponytail after it had been sprayed, brushed and tied to her high standards of excellence. Her makeup was on-point, her two-piece sapphire ring gear with a silver trim looked brand new and quite reflective, so she'd shine under all those lights in the ring. Of course the Junior Heavyweight championship was being worn around her exposed middriff. Dean was with her, opting for the red shorts, MMA gloves that were a mesh of red and black, boots and knee pads on. The hair he'd styled up slightly across the top, with the sides slightly shaven to fade into the top.
Together they join Abi Brooke, the 19 year old brunette holds her microphone in two hands. As a fellow wrestler from Valiant Pro, she's not as intimidated by Luna when compared to the rest of the interviewer staff.
Abi Brooke
So, guys, thanks for giving me the opportunity to flex my jounalism skills a little. Tonight's Riot and
Luna Smith:
Stop. No. I don't like the way we're standing. You go over there.
Luna says as she instructs Brooke to go on Dean's side, which she does while silently saying ok in her head.
Dean Smith:
Hey, Freckles.
Luna Smith:
Actually I've changed my mind.
Luna says and forces herself back in the middle.
Luna Smith:
So you're obviously here to ask us about tonight, Obvi. I've got a match against some "Avenger", while my brother has had to quickly change himself from one guy to facing two opponents three days after his original match had been confirmed.
Abi Brooke
Let's start right on that. Dean, how's you mindset when you're going to face off against Alan Envy and Liv Mercer?
Dean Smith:
To be honest I'm not really put out my match up suddenly changed. As a future Riot Champ, that's what I should be expecting. Any challenger at any time. Two, one, three, six, the champ has to be ready for anything and everything. So I look at this match as a real opportunity to show I can handle schedule changes that change like that.
Dean snaps his fingers to spark flinches from both Abi and Luna.
Dean Smith:
As for those two, their Millennium résumés speak for themselves. Alan Envy and I have clashed before. I only need to say APE and people know my history with him. Liv, well I'm just glad this match isn't elimination. We all saw what she did to Steiner a couple weeks ago.
Luna Smith:
She won't do that to you, trust me. I'd like to see her try.
Abi Brooke
And Ms. Luna, you're facing Asher Milez in a non-title match. What are your thoughts?
Luna Smith:
I honestly don't believe I should be in the ring with him. I don't understand why Millennium book me against people who are just not on the same level as me. That Pyromaniac last week? That match will never EVER happen, and now Asher Milez? There's a reason I represented Millennium's team and not Riot in the team Vs team match a while ago...
Luna says while dragging her hand over the nameplate in her belt.
Luna Smith:
However I'm the champion. The greatest Jr Heavyweight champion in the entire history. I'm going to throw this one a bone and grant him MAX 10 minutes with the best, hottest, spectacular champion in this title's history.
Abi Brooke
I don't believe there is a time-limit on that match-
Luna Smith:
There is. I just put one on.
Abi Brooke
Well... we'll just have to see if he can handle the time limit pressure.
Luna shakes her head while maintaining an annoyed stare towards Abi.
Luna Smith:
No. We'll see how quickly I discard him in the ring. I AM the champion, the MVP, the sure-fire bet. I don't understand why I'm never given the point of focus in these interviews. If it carries on I'll outsource to a proper interviewer. What's Sky's @?
Luna then storms off with her phone out as she furiously began navigating it. Meanwhile Dean was left with Abi until a member of the Millennium production team caught up to him.
Staff Member:
Dean...Ive been looking for you....Your match is next.
Dean Smith:
Lead the way.
He gestures to the staff member, gives a little nod goodbye to Abi as his theme music begins to play. The staff member radios in Dean's on his way before the match graphic pops up on the screen with Next underneath it, before cutting to black.
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
It's been a chilly day in Chicago, Illinois. Skies gave been overcast and it's been windy throughout the day Sunday. Outside the Enterprise Arena, we see dark gray & black Lamborghini Urus pulls up in the outdoor parking lot. The first from the front passenger side the door opens and we see Marcus Ali Jr (wearing a black leather jacket, white v-neck t-shirt, black Levi's jeans and black & white UA sneakers) step out and looks around before making his way to the back of the Urus which the trunk door opens. Meanwhile stepping out from the back passenger seats is Dré Angelo (wearing a black Levi's hoodie, black cargo pants and black Tactical boots) from one side and Khalil Washington III (sporting a black leather jacket with a hoodie, faded blue jeans and Jordan's Retro 11's Space Jam basketball sneakers and wearing black snapback hat backwards) stepping out from the other side. The two make their way to the back of the vehicle where Marcus is at. Marcus steps away, holding a black duffle bag. Khalil grabs a black backpack and a similar duffle bag much like Marcus, while Dré Angelo grabs gray & navy blue mini luggage bag and begins to drag it behind him in its wheels. By now Karib Trinidad (wearing a gray hoodie with a black UA logo, factory torn faded dark blue jeans, and white UA sneakers) has stepped out from the driver's seat and make his way to the back of the Urus, where he grabs his bags from the trunk and shuts the trunk which automatically closes as he walks away.
Dré Angelo:
Damn it's freezing out here.
Marcus Ali Jr:
You need to get out from California a little more.
Dré Angelo:
Why? It's sunny, and warm.....
He's interrupted by the 2014 NCAA Division I Amateur Wrestling Champion.
Khalil Washington III:
And it got earthquakes and wild fires. California sucks bro.
Marcus laughs as Karib speaks.
Karib Trinidad:
Bro!!!! I can't leave you disrespect The Golden State like that.
The three looks at Karib, who clearly caught all of their attention.
Khalil Washington III:
California is the third biggest state in America. Check this out. We have the largest economy in America with GDP, for those of you who don't know, that's Gross Domestic Product of two point six trillion dollars, that's comparable to the United Kingdom's economy. We have Hollywood the Mecca of the movies and produce the biggest stars in Hollywood like Dwayne Johnson.
He knocks Marcus on his arm.
Karib Trinidad:
Hell maybe one day one of us will be starring in a Hollywood film. We have Beverly Hills home of the world's favourite celebrities and artists. Then there is the City of Angels, Los Angeles, where my boy Dré and I are from, home of the Los Angeles Rams, newest and best performing team seeing how old the team is, which is a couple years. On top of all that California is home if the Gold State Warriors one of the best NBA teams in the past decade, NBA Champions Los Angeles Lakers. Yeah we got LeBron James, what you got? Yeah a team that could beat by an half assed Miami Heat team in the Eastern Conference Finals. You want more? I got more. ..... Silicon Valley!!!! All the internet, Google searches, your Twitter and Facebook and Instagram accounts, yeah we got Big Tech.
Finally coming to an abrupt end, the three other Bad Boyz simply stares at him in awe.
Dré Angelo:
Bro?!
Khalil Washington III:
What the fuck bro?!
Marcus place his arm over the shoulders and behind the neck of The Tattooed Angel
Marcus Ali Jr:
Who are you? .......And what have you done with my boy Karib?
Karib Trinidad:
I just love my home state bro.
Khalil Washington III:
No shit.
The four guys make their way into the Enterprise Arena escaping the blistering wind and freezing temperatures from the Windy City. Inside they are met with a surprising face they have never seen in Chicago since debuting on Riot six months ago on the May 16th episode of Riot in Illinois V.
"Hey guys!"
Of course this caught The Bad Boyz off guard, especially Marcus Ali Jr.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Dad?!
Marcus Ali Sr:
Hey son.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Dad, what, .....what are you doing here, .....in Chicago?
Clearly the leader of The Bad Boyz is in awe and lost of words standing in front of his father Marcus Ali Sr (sporting a black Armani suit and a white & grey polo shirt)
Marcus Ali Sr:
Long story short, your uncle contacted me.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Uncle Mike contacted you? Okay, but about what?
Marcus Ali Sr:
About you.....
Before his father could answer Ali Jr responded.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Me?!
Marcus Ali Sr:
Yeah and .....The Bad Boyz.
Marcus Ali Jr:
What about dad?
Marcus Ali Sr:
Well, .....as you know, my brother hands are kinda full with The Academy and your cousin and rest of the out of control teens.
Khalil Washington III:
Out of control is an understatement.
Dré Angelo:
Tell me about it.
Karib Trinidad:
The good old fashion whipping.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Guys!!!!
Marcus looks back at his buddies.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Trying to have a conversation here with my dad.
He turns back focus on his father.
Marcus Ali Jr:
So let me guess, uncle Mike can't fulfill his duties as manager and called you to fill in said position.
Marcus Ali Sr:
Kinda?!
Marcus Ali Jr:
What you mean kinda?
Marcus Ali Sr:
Well I'm not going to get my hands dirty in this business again. I left the wrestling business many years back and I cool with that, I'm not cool with coming back in any shape or form. But I decided to help him out to find a suitable replacements.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Suitable replacements?!
Karib Trinidad:
I don't like where this is going.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Neither do I dad.
Ali Sr smiles, but The Bad Boyz ain't smiling with him.
Marcus Ali Sr:
Would you just trust me on this? .....I'm your dad. I will never do a thing to jeopardize the advancement of your career and The Bad Boyz. Especially at this point in time as you guys are climbing ranks in the Tag Division.
Marcus Ali Jr:
So who are these suitable me replacements?
Dré Angelo:
I don't think I really want to know.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Shut up Dré!!!
Marcus Ali Sr:
So tonight you have that big four on four tag team match. I've already put a lot on your plate, I think it's best this wait till after the match and we talk more about this. Right now you need to focus on this big tag match, win it and take one big step closer to the MWE Tag Team Titles.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Okay I agree. Enough distraction for now. Focus is back on, on taking out Rhett Adelson, Qiyara Singh and Fabulous.
Khalil Washington III:
Yeah, that's what I am talking about.
The guys fist bumps each other, clearly pumped for the massive four versus four tag team match later on Riot.
Marcus Ali Sr:
Great I'll see you around.
The Bad Boyz proceed to make their way to their locker rooms.
Triple Threat Match
Alan Envy VS Liv Mercer VS Dean SmithA last minute change due to REDD’s defection turned this match into a triple threat, adding the former Invictus champion to the equation. It didn’t seem to affect Alan’s gameplan, the member of APE (who entered the ring wearing a REDD shirt to support his injured friend) running over Liv with a clothesline as soon as the bell rang. Dean hit him from behind, a clubbing forearm to the back of the former Invictus champion. Smith swung his hand and hit Envy with a backfist, rocking the Lonestar and tackling him to the mat with a spear. Liv came in with a running knee to the side of Smith’s head, jumping on Alan’s chest with a double foot stomp and making a quick cover. Envy kicked out with authority. With Liv momentarily laying on the outside, Dean and Alan engaged in a hard fought battle, trading stiff punches in the middle of the ring. There was no love lost between them, the two of them have been at each other’s throat during the Down Under tour. And much like their match at the homonymous ppv, Smith was controlling the match, blocking the tag team champion in the corner where he hit him with four european uppercuts. With an irish whip, he sent Envy in the opposite corner, charging for a running european uppercut. Sliding back inside the ring, Mercer grabbed the foot of the running Dean, tripping him over and sending him head first into Alan’s crotch. She pushed Smith out of the ring and focused on the APE member with a series of shoot kicks to the chest as he was standing up to his feet. With the last one, she aimed a little higher, a roundhouse to the head that put Alan down. Mercer made the tag, getting a two before Dean hoisted her up from Envy’s body with a deadlift german suplex, keeping the hold around the waist for two more, the third being a bridging version straight into a pinning predicament, only getting a two count. All three competitors had their chances to win the match. Alan with his Pop Up Death Valley Driver on Mercer, Liv with a straightjacket neckbreaker slam on Dean and Smith with a backslide driver on the former Riot champion. The end of the match instead was a show of force by Dean. He suplexed Alan out of the ring so that he could fully focus on Mercer, slamming her into the canvas with the Four Uppercuts And A Dreading but Liv raised her shoulder in time. Smith climbed on the top rope ready for his Mean Dean knee, but a distraction from Liv’s boyfriend Oz cost him some precious time. Mercer ran up to the top rope and took him down with a top rope arm drag. Alan slid back inside the ring and took her town with a spear, throwing her out of the ring after right into her boyfriend. As he turned around, he was met by a right punch from Dean who followed up with hard chops. Alan interrupted his offense with an eye poke, quickly planting the former champion on his head with the Envious Demise ddt to pick up the win. “For REDD”, as he reminded the fans. WINNER: Alan Envy BY: Pinfall (Envious Demise), 9:52 |
Tonight’s action was barely underway when the scene would turn to the backstage area, While pre-pandemic these halls would’ve been filled with stage hands and superstars going about on their own instead we just find a singular pair approaching. Its none other than “The Antares” himself Asher Milez and his girlfriend and manager Kaia Grainger, She of course has her own belt from Liberty Pro strapped around her waist but it quickly goes out of view as the camera goes to an angle where you can see the two of them from mid torso and up in a medium closeup shot. Kaia is busily twirling her hair thinking momentarily as Asher instead holds a stoic expression, dressed in his usual hooded sweatshirt and his piercing blue eyes looked focused.
Kaia Grainger:
You know it's rather interesting.
She began, garnering Asher’s attention.
Kaia Grainger:
You’ve not been on Riot Television since November 7th and your last match was against Dean Smith. . . now you’re facing Luna.
Her face twists for a moment before she shrugs at the thought of it.
Kaia Grainger:
I suppose, next you can take on Bree and hit all the Smiths along the way until you’ve gotten them all.
Obviously it was only a minor joke though she knew the relation between the three wasn’t exactly simple she was only trying to enhance Asher’s mood with her little quips before she continued.
Kaia Grainger:
In all seriousness though, you taking on someone whose name resembles the Moon, sounds like a match that was destined to happen eventually yeah? The Antares aka the Red Star, Asher Miles versus Luna Smith.
She paused momentarily.
Kaia Grainger:
Solid work by Moretti there.
Asher Miles lets out a light laugh and nods.
Asher Miles:
You ain’t wrong but that’s just like Moretti to catch onto shit like that. As for Luna? I know she’s not a slouch. In fact, she was Lockdown Champion for quite some time here in Millennium and now? Now she’s the Jr Heavyweight Champion. But has she done anything with that besides float along? Because fuck… I almost forgot she had it.
Asher paused for a brief moment before he shrugged his shoulders.
Asher Miles:
But it is what it is. I’m focused on moving up here. I ain’t gonna lie though, I did come here for a purpose but that matter is settled. Now? Now I’m here for the glory. I’m here to be the fuckin’ best. And tonight I plan on making an example out of Luna. While I move up, she gets to move down and be my stepping stone. After all, she calls herself a star but they ain’t much compared to a red star like me. I’m all fire, baby, and my light ain’t ever going out. I’m gonna beat Luna tonight and show the whole roster that not even your Junior Heavyweight Champion can hang with me. Ain’t that right, babe?
Asher looked over at Kaia and smirked.
Kaia Grainger:
Couldn’t have said it much better. I think now that the matter you came here to settle has been closed, that is the best step forward. You were right about her coasting along, and well don’t forget she forfeited a match because Legion went after her face. I mean the people have already seen what you can do. Ambulance Match, Unsanctioned Matches, Hardcore boughts. If she was worried about her, what will she possibly do against you?
Kaia basically cringed at the thought before she shrugged her shoulders.
Kaia Grainger:
Too bad you won’t let her off so easily, huh?
Asher laughed as he stepped closer to the camera before leaning towards it and pointing a finger it’s way.
Asher Miles:
You heard that, Luna? You’re a fuckin’ coward. You’re not worthy of being a champ here because you can’t handle it when shit hits the fan. But me? I’ve been through war. I’ve been anything you could possibly go through and yet, I’m still standing. And you don’t know what it’s like to go to hell and back but if you want a lesson in it, I’ll be happy to teach you. And trust me… I won’t let you run. Check that.
Asher leaned back and walked over to Kaia and grabbed her hand.
Asher Miles:
We won’t let you run. Inside the ring, you deal with me and if you try to run out of it? Kaia here will throw you right back into the fire. Bet on that.
A smile formed on her lips then and all she offered was a wink a subtle inclusion to balance out his intensity, just as the scene closes.
Singles Match
Asher Miles VS Luna SmithIt was a strong opening from both competitors as Asher delivered the opening flurry, driving Luna back to a corner with repeated forearm shots and then whipping her across the ring to the opposite turnbuckles. While Luna was busy trying to easen the pain in her back, Asher sprinted forward for a running dropkick, catching the Junior Heavyweight champion square in the chest and driving her right back into the corner. In a matter of minutes, however, Luna made an impressive comeback, taking advantage of a missed top rope moonsault from the Antares to hit him with a nasty knee to the side of the head. Her Krav Maga background was in full display with several knees and striking combinations that left Asher stunned. The Star Of The Night then measured him up and hit him with a superkick to send Miles over the top rope. As soon as he got up to his feet, Luna launched herself over through the ropes and take him down with a suicide dive. Luna’s momentum carried her through into the middle of the match, keeping her one step ahead of the opponent. She caught the challenger with a running spanish fly, which gave her another near fall, and knocked him down one minute later with the Starstorm. Before she could capitalize on the discus roundhouse kick, the Avenger rolled out of the ring to take a break and regroup. Luna went to attack him again, this time with a baseball slide but Asher dodged it, letting her crash on the floor. He quickly climbed up to the apron and jumped backward taking her down with a moonsault. Dazed, Luna picked herself up and stumbled back against the barricade, getting kicked in the face by Asher’s big boot. She slid down, seating with her back against the barrier separating them from the fans. Miles charged at her with a nasty shining wizard, the tremendous impact of his shin against Luna’s skull, and this bouncing against the barricade sending a shiver down the fans’ spine, who feared a serious injury for the champion. Asher instead didn’t waste a second to pick her up and slid her back inside the ring, making a quick cover. The look on his face when Luna kicked out was one of pure and utter shock. The match continued despite Luna looking almost out of it, barely able to defend herself from Asher’s attacks. She survived the 450 splash, the running shooting star and even the tiger suplex, leaving Asher incredulous and incredibly frustrated. The Star Of The Night was slowly crawling to the ropes, looking to pick herself up. Asher took a step back and looked at her, ready for the killshot with his Antares punt kick. The champion was able to dodge what would have been a KO blow and try a shy comeback, catching Asher with a throat strike and following with a couple of knee strike, setting him up for the overdrive neckbreaker. Miles escaped her attempt and quickly moved behind the opponent, applying a full nelson and preparing himself for another dragon suplex. Luna was struggling, trying to wiggle free but Asher’s grip was too tight. In a desperate attempt she connected a mule kick to the groin, spotted by the referee who immediately disqualified her. Luna tried to convince the official that she didn’t do anything, and that if it happened, it wasn’t on purpose. But the official stood by his decision. WINNER: Asher Miles BY: DQ, 10:13 |
The scene opens in very familiar territory... the luxury suite of one Pierce Manning. He is sitting on a black couch with Megan Monroe sitting right next to him. The MWE power couple are comfortable, Pierce’s arm is wrapped around Megan’s shoulder. His free hand is holding a glass of champagne. Both their championships are resting on the black table in front of them. Life is good. He takes a sip from his glass.
Pierce Manning:
Can life get better than this babe?
Megan can’t help but smile as she looks over at Pierce.
Megan Monroe:
Well, there’s you, me and our championships in this luxury suite. And to be honest, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. So I would say that life definitely can’t get any better right now.
Meg takes a sip of her wine as well before continuing on.
Megan Monroe:
I suppose the only thing that could make tonight better is seeing you break Donnie’s face in later.
Pierce nods approvingly
Pierce Manning:
Gladly. I find it hilarious the only reason he wants to become the MENTV Champion is to try to stick it to you.
Pierce scoffs.
Pierce Manning:
The way he singled me out during our tag team match, making it clear you are still inside his head. Where does he get off? He’s the one who did wrong by you! So if he thinks he is going to use me to send a message to you, he's dead wrong. I didn’t come this far to lose my championship to a moron who is completely out of his depth. He wasn’t man enough for you, he definitely is not man enough to last fifteen minutes in the ring with The Man who is going to challenge for the Riot Championship after I am done racking up the required number of defenses.
Megan nods in approval.
Megan Monroe:
That’s right and you will rightfully be the Riot Champion, like you were meant to be. As for Donovan? It’s amusing he went for you instead of me and my Intercontinental Championship. Maybe he was scared that I’d destroy him? The thing is, you’re going to do the same.
Meg let out a light laugh and shook her head.
Megan Monroe:
What a fool. But nevertheless, he will fall against you. Just like Jenni Anderson will fall against me. I’m sorry I’ll have to take down or ally tonight… or more so what I like to call her, your deadweight.
Megan shrugs her shoulders.
Megan Monroe:
I don’t want to come off too rude but I’m just saying, you clearly carry the Establishment and more people need to recognize it.
Pierce leans forward to rest the champagne glass on the table. He shifts himself so he is looking straight into Megan’s eyes. He runs his hand through her hair.
Pierce Manning:
As far as Jenni’s concerned, truth be told, I don’t know what is up with her. Hate to say it, me and her are Establishment in name only. She didn’t give a damn about the Summer Tour. She makes the odd offhand remark about having big plans. That’s the thing. Her plans. Not ours. I am the only one competing most of the time. I am the one representing the Establishment brand as champion. You’ve been there for me more than my allegedly ally. I try not to let Jenni’s non chalantness bother me..
Pierce leans forward to kiss Megan on the forehead.
Pierce Manning:
I have you. That’s what matters. You’re my partner in wrestling and in life. Be on guard with Jenni. Knowing her she might try to pay the referee off to stack the odds in her favor.
Megan laughs it off and shakes her head.
Megan Monroe:
It doesn’t matter what she tries to do. There’s a reason I’m the Intercontinental Champion and she’s all… talk. No matter what clever things she might have up her sleeve, I’ll one up her every time. Tonight, you get to beat up the past that her me back and I get to do the same for you. To the future.
Megan leans forward and gives Pierce a soft kiss on the lips before leaning back and smiling. He smiles back.
Pierce Manning:
You’re right. Tonight belongs to us, no one is ruining that.
Pierce leans forward to kiss Megan. This time they hold the kiss a bit longer as the scene fades.
Singles Match
Jenni Anderson VS Megan MonroeThe opening minutes were all Megan’s, the Intercontinental champion coming in with the usual fury and determination, unleashing a volley of kicks to the Queenpin, doubling her over with one in the stomach before kicking her up to a vertical basis. Her spinning heel kick passed inches away from Jenni’s nose as the member of the Establishment bent backward to dodge the blow. And quickly she fought back, assaulting Megan with stiff forearm shots to the face, setting her up for a snap suplex. Before the Intercontinental champion could make it up to her feet, Anderson hit her with a low dropkick to the face, looking to put her away with a lateral press but the IC champion kicked out in two. The following exchange saw Megan coming out on top, flooring Jenni with a discus elbow strike. Staying true to what she said about the Queenpin, Monroe followed up to her words showing a particularly aggressive side as she went ground and pound on the opponent, brutalizing her with nasty punches to the face. Megan lost some ground into the middle of the match. Anderson hit a jumping knee to the face when Monroe was in the corner. The champion was down, trying to make it back to her feet while Jenni left the ring and climbed the turnbuckle, perching on the top rope and waiting for the right moment to jump off and catch Megan with the TrickyDT, planting the 23 years old on her head. Apparently with no reason, Jenni headed back to the corner and started to remove the protective pad from the turnbuckle, or at least tried to as the referee blocked her almost immediately. The reason why she would do that was to take the official’s attention away from Jared Constable, allowing him to punch the back of Megan’s head. The champion stumbled forward and turned around to yell at the man. Showing her back to Anderson proved to be a big mistake as it gave her the chance to roll her up and go through for the Adora Bomb (roll-up into facebuster). Battling back over the next minutes, the champion got a near fall after the GamenGirl kick but Jenni was able to raise her shoulder up, leaving Megan quite frustrated. Anderson kept on her with a running crossbody, a high knee and the Bad Luck Cutter in rapid succession, but none of that was enough to keep down the champion who fought back for the umpteenth time in this exciting and evenly matched contest coming really close to the win with the Mega Kick/Fly Dell combination. From that moment on, Monroe remained in full control, weakening the opponent with several striking combinations before connecting the Beautiful Disaster DDT. With a satisfied smile on her face, the Intercontinental champion dropped down and hooked the leg, obtaining the win in a convincing fashion. WINNER: Megan Monroe BY: Pinfall (Beautiful Disaster), 11:47 |
We are taken for a moment to a darkened place, before the bright strobes of bright lights begin to highlight a wrestling ring, whether for practice or live shows the ring is comes to life with the help of cascading spotlights decorating each corner, as the camera zooms around the entirety of the ring we see the appearance of a familiar face, only slightly different than her usual appearance. A ponytail tied high, long flowing hair gleaming a hint of red, and all black ensemble in place of the typical black and gold she wears, A high collar flows into her jacket, a slight image of midriff on display, and dark colored jeans with knee-high boots. She smiles now toying with something in her hand, before she begins speaking.
Qiyara Singh:
This is probably not the image you’re used to before you see me displayed on your TV screens, but considering the path we’ve taken as of late I think its about time we learn to elevate. This is beyond offerings of Namaste or a chant for the miscreants who’ve adorned themselves, The Bad Boyz, not only once, but twice you’ve decided to use cheap tricks and antics in an attempt to sway the result of a match with my involvement, and quite frankly. . . I’m just sick of your poor judgment.
She smirks momentarily before the camera closes in on her a little more as she moves about this ring. Licking her lips as she takes a few steps toward her right.
Qiyara Singh:
You continuously try to play the numbers game and fortunately for us this last Riot, the women of Fabulous came to our aid, just in time for me to leave you Singhing off Qi. It was beautiful really
She laughs pleasantly before continuing.
Qiyara Singh:
Yet it wasn’t satisfying enough for me. See, I’ve seen your type before, I’ve faced them not only in my time with Millennium but in my time in Muay Thai as well. You’re gifted athletes so suddenly you believe you’re superior to all who oppose you. You think because the rules require you to put your gloves up, that they simply don’t apply to you. So you go around in an attempt to bend them, to twist and mold them, until they work the way you want them to. Men like you hardly ever learn their lesson by simply having a loss put into their wake, no they have to be taught a lesson that is much more sinister, one that myself and Rhett will be teaching you tonight alongside the beautiful women of Fabulous. Do you care to be enlightened?
Rhett, who’s wearing black jeans and a pair of Jordan 2’s and a black & red Nightfall hoodie, cuts his partner off.
Rhett Adelson:
Woah now! Getting a little dark there, huh babe?
Rhett gives one of his classic grins as he nudges Qiyara playfully in the arm.
Rhett Adelson:
All that being said, Qiyara is right. We’re bringing it tonight and there isn’t going to be any games or messing around. We’ve dealt with your bullshit way too many times. And tonight? Tonight is about to be… I guess you could call it a Fabulous Nightfall… For one night only!
He lets out a light laugh at his joke before continuing on.
Rhett Adelson:
You all get it, right? They’re Fabulous and we’re from Nightfall gym? Right!?
He clears his throat and nods, getting more serious.
Rhett Adelson:
Anyway, we both know that this match isn’t just about getting some payback but it’s about separating ourselves from the pack. It’s about proving that Yara and I are the best damn tag team that MWE has to offer. It’s to prove that we deserve an opportunity at the Tag Team Championships again, a fair one for once. But most of all? It’s about me and Yara showing the world why we got the best chemistry, in and out of the ring. Know what I’m saying?
Rhett smirks as he glances over at Qiyara and she nods accordingly.
Qiyara Singh:
We can work with, or against, anyone who is set with us. We’ve proven that time and time again, but there’s always more room for a friendly reminder, prior to actually having to settle exactly who deserves a shot at those titles and well quite frankly, We’ve already stated exactly WHO that is. You want to be Bad Boyz, fine. . . but we’ll show you exactly what Bad is when we begin dissecting you limb from limb, piece by piece.
Rhett looks at Qiyara again before she chuckles.
Qiyara Singh:
Jessica mentioned something about that.
She gave him a wink before turning back and uttering a little more.
Qiyara Singh:
We are tired of waiting patiently and we’re certainly tired of these antics that teams like yours display, not just yours specifically of course, but APE as well. You’ve all been allowed to walk around and play the roles you’re playing for far too long, and soon enough when you continue acting the part, you get put down just as you should. As I stated earlier, Ask and you shall receive and now you’ve gotten exactly what you wanted.
She reaches over to take Rhett’s hand, before gripping it tightly.
Qiyara Singh:
See you out there.
Just like that, as the lights were previously alive, they slowly disintegrate and die down, leaving the scene in utter darkness before it ultimately fades out.
The scene opens backstage. Amidst a blank backdrop, Glory Braddock and Neil Newman are in the scene. Being the taller of the two, Neil is standing behind Glory with his arms folding into his chest. The hood to his black zip up hoodie on his head.
Neil Newman:
You’re not done with me, Alex?
Neil pauses, allowing silence to fill air.
Neil Newman:
Good. I’m not done with you either.
Neil cracks a smirk.
Neil Newman:
“I would have been disappointed if that was all it was going to take to keep you down. For an entire week my Twitter notifications were getting blown up by snowflake fans complaining that I was being a bully, that I was throwing my muscle around for no good reason. The snowflakes on Twitter represent what is wrong with society, getting triggered by the smallest infraction. Back in the day when wrestling was actually wrestling, not the softball caricature it is today, survival of the fittest was the law of the land. The only way to know who was tough enough to exist was to beat them down. Test their will. Forge them into tougher competitors. No one wants that in this era. This sport is a lot softer than it used to be. Men like me are needed to usher the path forward. If you don’t like my tactics, tough! How many of you watching will shut down your Twitter app, go to a wrestling school, receive training, suffer on the indy scene for years just to gain the necessary toughness to push the sport forward? 1% of you, if that.”
SO STOP CRYING!!
Alex isn’t. She wants more. I’ll happily give Alex what she wants. Try not to break, ok?
And Henri. I’m still standing. Our business is done. You want Glory again? I won’t stand in the way of that. Be careful what you wish for. She may not say it anymore, I will. You are stepping into the ring with the Best In The World. Don’t you forget that.
The British Bombshell smirks confidently as she adjusts her two Championship belts, the SCW Adrenaline Championship on her left shoulder and the MWE Riot Championship on her right shoulder.
Glory Braddock:
Neil speaks the truth. Survival of the fittest is an integral and inseparable part of professional wrestling. To be the best you have to be constantly tested under the most severe of pressures and still walk away. Henri and I have put ourselves through that test of the will, we have put ourselves through five matches of hell just to be the best of Riot. And what happened at the end of those five stages of hell?
She holds the Riot Championship high over her head briefly before resting it back on her shoulder.
Glory Braddock:
I became Riot Champion. Another thing happened that night and that’s the fact that you earned my respect. You took everything I had and you kept coming. But everyone has their breaking point and on that night I brought you to your breaking point and made you tap out. Lesser individuals would have walked away but you want more? You’re in luck because I will gladly give you more. Because the fact is I hate it when things are inconclusive in my sport, and if anyone has any doubts as to who is the best between you and I, I will erase those doubts.
Glory frowns.
Glory Braddock:
Speaking of doubts, inconclusive outcomes, Kelsey Spencer, we will meet again. You are every bit the deserving world champion. But you’re still not Glory Braddock and one day when my schedule is freed up, maybe when I’m finished dealing with Black, and when you’re finished with APE, I will come at you again and this time leaves no doubts. This next time, whenever it is, I will beat you and become World Champion. Because I am The British Bombshell, some say I am The Best in the World, and I will leave no doubts as to how great I am, whether I am dealing with you, or defending the Riot Championship, my Championship, against a beast like Henri Black.
The smirk returns to Glory’s lovely face.
Glory Braddock:
So tune in, ladies and gentlemen. Watch as the Glorious Golden Era puts on a wrestling clinic. Watch as we tear down the house with Alex and Henri. Sic Semper Tyrannis…
Tag Team Match
Glorious Golden Era (Glory Braddock & Neil Newman) VS Henri Black & Alex Andrews
Imposing his will and bigger experience, Henri started the match for his team finding himself against his opponent at Anniv3rsary Neil Newman. If the Tag Team champion didn’t tag immediately out and left the ring to Glory. Braddock and Black locked horns in the centre of the ring, the Best In The World immediately shifting behind his back for a waistlock takedown. She couldn’t keep him down for long though, Henri wrestled his way out of the champion’s hold and grabbed her arm, twisting it in a hammerlock as he dragged her up to her feet. Braddock reversed the hold into one of her own, and the two kept jockeying for position for a couple of minutes, until Henri sent Glory on the floor with an arm drag. When she got up, he charged in, running into an arm drag as well. It looked like the competitors were trying to mirror and one-up the other, which inevitably ended with them knocking each other down with simultaneous kicks to the head. When Andrews got the tag from Henri, Alex immediately called out Newman and asked Glory to give him the tag. The Riot champion turned to her partner who shook his head, causing the rookie to snap and throw insults at him, calling him a coward and attacking him instead than focusing on Braddock. Newman simply dropped down from the apron, avoiding her right punch. Glory caught her from behind with a bridging dragon suplex, obtaining a count of two and showing Andrews why turning her back to the Riot champion was a bad mistake. For five long minutes Braddock remained in absolute control, outmatching the young opponent under every aspect and coming close to the win with the Gloria In Excelsis Deo. Andrews tried a little comeback after kicking out from the codebreaker, landing a few kicks and managing to connect an ace crusher that bought her enough time to tag Black back in. Glory refused to fight Henri, rushing to make the tag to the fresh Neil. Black didn’t take it well and it was Newman who paid the price for it, receiving a flurry of hard kicks that ended in the only possible way. The Black Diamond knee strike to knock down Newman. Henri made the cover but Glory rushed in to interrupt the count with a hard stomp to the back, quickly retreating when Henri tried to hit her. Newman took advantage with a school boy pin. The Blackstar kicked out in two and both men were up to their feet. Neil just a moment earlier, enough to stun the Revenant with a jumping knee strike. The former tag champion then followed with an array of suplexes, really getting back at the man who beat him a month ago. The patented high-angle delayed bridging German suplex could have gotten the job done, but Alex made the save. Newman whipped the australian against the ropes, waiting for him with a clothesline. Henri ducked it and continued his run, spearing Glory through the ropes and off the apron. Newman spotted the blind tag but still acted like he didn’t, allowing Alex to sneak behind his back for her rainmaker finisher, Exactly what Neil was expecting. He easily ducked it, waiting for Alex to turn around to lock her in the End Game Evolution. While her partner was struggling to escape the standing arm triangle choke, Henri was busy battling with Glory on the outside. Despite her best effort, Alex couldn’t resist any longer, tapping out to Newman’s submission. WINNER: Glorious Golden Era BY: Submission (End Game Evolution), 12:11 |
We're live on Riot in Illinois XIII and we're in front of The Bad Boyz lockerroom. A young man, likely in his early 20's is seen standing by with a microphone in hand. He fixes his bow tie, takes a deep breath and exhales. He looks at the camera man.
"I'm good right?"
The camera guy gives him a thumbs up. He then follows this up by knocking on the door. It doesn't take long for the door to open and see a shirtless Dré Angelo (sporting a black cargo joggers, and white & gray Under Armour Lightning 3 basketball sneakers). He looks at the guy.
Dré Angelo:
Who are you?!
"I'm Sean, the intern interviewer. It's my first day."
Dré Angelo:
Okay, but where's Abi Brooke, first day Sean the intern interviewer?
Sean:
Ummm, she kinda occupied. And I asked to do this interview with you guys.
Dré looks at Sean and smiles.
Dré Angelo:
Lucky you.
Dré steps aside.
Dré Angelo:
Get your ass in here, we don't have all night.
Sean enters The Bad Boyz private lockerroom. It's quite luxurious with red carpet, leather couch and chairs. Wooden and glass tables and even a mini buffet. Massive flat screen television on the wall. On a bench in the corner a Karib Trinidad (wearing a white wife beater tank, similar black cargo joggers to Dré Angelo) lacing up his black Tactical boots. Khalil Washington (sporting a Boston Celtics jersey, and black dri-fit shorts and white basketball sneakers) is helping Marcus with applying white sports tape to his left hand and wrist.
Dré Angelo:
Guys, this is Sean the intern interviewer. It's his first and lucky day, he gets to interview,The Bad Boyz.
Karib Trinidad:
Where's Abi?
Sean:
She's busy so she sent me.
Marcus Ali Jr:
She's busy, so she sent you.
Marcus (wearing a black Bad Boyz "Embrace The Bad Side" t-shirt desert camouflage long cargo pants and black on black UA basketball sneakers) walks up to Sean and stands next him, placing his arm over his shoulder as if Sean is his buddy.
Marcus Ali Jr:
It really is your lucky day.
Khalil Washington III:
You should try lottery.
All the guys laugh as Sean simply smiles.
Marcus Ali Jr:
....So what you want to know?
Sean:
Well I want to ask you about your upcoming four on four Tag Team Match against the team of Fabulous and Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Of course you want to ask The Bad Boyz about the big four on four Tag Team Match. I mean after what happened the last couple weeks, the dooms day clocks is seconds to midnight. And tonight that clock may very well strike midnight. And then, ...... KaBOOM!!!!!!!
Sean looks up at the much taller Marcus Ali.
Sean:
So last week, we saw basically a preview of things to come when Khalil Washington III and yourself faced off in a Tag Team Match against Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh. You lost that match. Do you see this match as a way of redeeming yourselves?
Marcus who still has his massive arm over the shoulders of Sean, tightens his grip.
Marcus Ali Jr:
The Bad Boyz understands in this business, shit happens. My boy Khalil can tell you all about it. He knows it better than anyone if us in this room. Botched calls by the referees, it's the reason why we're here tonight, at this point, at this cross roads. You see, it all started one month ago at the MWE's third Anniv3rsary weekend celebration. Night two to be more specific, when the referee botched a call by not awarding The Bad Boyz the victory and Number One Contendership. Instead the referee called it a draw. And you know what that did Sean?
Sean:
What?!
Marcus Ali Jr:
.....It started a war between Fabulous and The Bad Boyz. So here we are today Fabulous along with Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh united in their effort in an attempt to stand a chance against The Bad Boyz. I mean we all saw what happened a couple weeks back on Millennium LVII, and then one week later on Millennium LXIX. We put the hurt on Fabulous and you want to know why we that? You see Fabulous talk a big game in front of the camera. We saw the trash talking they did on show after show, after show, after show. Calling we The Bad Boyz entitled?! So instead of getting into a debate, like we see on The Academy every freaking week and on Twitter, instead of talking trash, we showed them our bad side.
The Tattooed Demon interrupts with his own message.
Dré Angelo:
Some call it gang tactics, others call us thugs, we like to call it urban warfare.
Marcus smiles and nods in approval as he hits a fist bump with Dré who is now standing by his side.
Sean:
You're absolutely right, I actually agree. But to be fair, I have to go back to last week on Riot in Illinois VII you guys came up short against Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh, who are now allies with Fabulous heading into this massive 4 on 4 Tag Team Match. Do you guys think they have an advantage with momentum on their side tonight?
Khalil Washington III:
Now why would anyone in their right mind give them four momentum over The Bad Boyz?
Sean:
Because......
Khalil Washington III:
Shut up!!! You see Sean, like Marcus said, shit happens. Rhett and Qiyara got lucky last week and suddenly because they found common ground with Summer Collins and Jessica Lassie the collie?
Sean:
I think you mean Jessica Lasiewicz?
Khalil Washington III:
Shut up!!!
Khalil looks at Sean, and steps closer to the intern who is seems nervous, but The Tattooed Angel holds Khalil back.
Karib Trinidad:
What Khalil is saying is we're an actual team, a growing force in the MWE. The Bad Boyz will be a future crisis to the conservstive red necks who holds what we want. For now we have an alliance of Rhett Adelson, Qiyara Singh, Summer Collins and Jessica Lasiewicz that stands in our way to getting what we want. ......And what we want is the MWE Tag Team Championship.
Still with his arm around the shoulder of Sean, tightening his grip on the intern interviewer.
Marcus Ali Jr:
And nobody is going to stop The Bad Boyz from becoming the MWE Tag Team Champions. Too long the black boys from urban America took the back seat of the bus. We're in the twenty first century. A century that saw in its first eight years a black man becoming the President of the United States. A black man being the highest paid in Hollywood. The greatest basketball player is black and he won six rings for this very city. The Bad Boyz is not just taking the front seats, we're taking the wheel and we're driving this company where ever we want to take it.
He lets go of the intern interviewer.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Your five minutes is up. There's the door.
Marcus didn't have to say it twice, Sean was already intimidated by the height and muscle he was surrounded by The Bad Boyz. Meanwhile The Bad Boyz fist bump and high five each other in all smiles and laughs, as Sean closes door, we can here Dré Angelo telling the guys "We got this. Two birds, one shot baby." The cheers from The Bad Boyz comes right after, clearly showing the confidence and enthusiasm of The Bad Boyz heading into the huge four on four Tag Team Match that can shape the future of the Tag Team Division and Contenders to Tag Team Championship.
4 vs 4 Tag Team Match
Fabulous & Rhett Adelson & Qiyara Singh VS Bad Boyz
Fast, intense, high octane, frantic, chaotic back and forth action. This sums up pretty well this four on four match where all eight people involved gave their 110 percent. Jessica, particularly, looked like a woman possessed, showing her darkest side and fighting against any and every member of the Bad Boyz who stepped up to her. Naturally she favored tagging her longtime partner Summer over Rhett or Qiyara, exploiting their natural chemistry to perform some of their combined moves, like the Golden Kiss Of Death (Bicycle kick from Jess into a stunner from Summer). But it also made their offense quite predictable, giving Dré Angelo the chance to escape the double suplex attempt, showing his impressive strength by lifting both women and slamming her down with the same move. He then made the tag to his partner Karib who took the Archangel down and rained down heavy strikes from a mounting position. The coordination shown by the Bad Boyz was incredible, four men moving and attacking like a unit. Qiyara Singh did her best to defend herself from the constant combined attacks, all of them perfectly legal thanks to their quick tags. She even managed to fight her way out of the corner, knocking Khali down with a bicycle kick at the end of a flurry knee strikes but by the time she reached the opposite side of the ring, all her partners had been swept off the apron by the rest of the Bad Boyz. Another minute passed, and finally Rhett entered the ring, ducking Marcus clothesline and catching him with a springboard cutter. The two men went all out in a clash of styles, Rhett acrobatic offense against Ali’s technical background, based on submission and throws. And even though Adelson gave the Bad Boyz a big scare with the Explosion running single leg front dropkick, coming really close to the three, eventually Ali caught the Nightfall trainee and turned a wheelbarrow bulldog into a suplex. Countless near falls on both sides and an equal number of last minute saves ending up in just as many brawls featuring all eight competitors later, the match came to its final moment. Marcus Ali was the legal Bad Boy, and he was being absolutely manhandled by the Archangel. She hit the Hot Shot pedigree, but once again Karib saved his brother in arms, at least momentarily. Lasiewicz changed strategy, working on Ali’s right leg for the next minutes to set him up for the Four Card Trick, the elevated figure four homage to her father. Needless to say, all hell broke loose once again as the Bad Boyz entered the ring to break the submission, meeting the opposition of the three opponents. Not all of them though, Karib didn’t enter the ring this time. Instead, he pulled out his nightstick from under the ring and used it to choke Jessica while the referee’s attention was drawn elsewhere by the other Bad Boyz. Lasiewicz was passing out, but most importantly, she lost the grip around Marcus’ legs. Finally free, the former Angel Of Mercy locked the already worn out Archangel in his Painkiller (Rear naked choke). Trinidad joined Dré and Khali and cleaned the ring so that when the referee finally focused on the legal competitors, he had no choice but to declare the Bad Boyz winners of this match as Jessica had passed out. WINNER: Bad Boyz BY: Submission (Painkiller), 18:32 |
… Static …
An audible squelch takes place before we approach some slightly grainy footage which almost appears to be security camera footage. The pixels tighten up as they find someone to focus on, the resolution increasing as the footage shows, albeit from a distance, a petite blonde girl with her platinum tresses secured into a messy bun. She wears a light pink camisole and a pair of white, scalloped shorts with slippers. Standing at her stove with a spatula in hand, speaking in a British accent with her words subtitled at the bottom thanks to the less-than-stellar quality.
Voice:
So then, luvvy, you want to melt the chocolate bars ON the slice of French Toast and then we’ll top it with ANOTHER piece of French Toast! Just decadent! Didja get that, Catrick?
For those savvy with Twitter, the name “Catrick” could only belong to one internet famous cat: Catrick Swayze. The chunky black cat with white and cheetah-dapple splotches on it’s chubby face and body watches his owner from his seat on a nearby counter, Razzles Mars, quite passively. She muses over him as he lazily swings his tail, gently “booping” his pink nose with her finger.
Razzles Mars:
Cutie. This is going to be a French Toast Grilled Cheese… except with chocolate! It’s important that we get it right before we release the recipe for others to try! Oh, I bet it would be fantastic with some strawberry jam and some whip. Just a sec-
Her attention is captured by some motion in the corner of her eye. Quickly turning the knob to her burner off and holding the spatula out, defensively.
Razzles Mars:
WHO GO-... oh. It’s you…
??:
Yeah...mate...it’s me.
From just outside of the view of the camera, a puff of flour flew straight at Razzles’ face, followed by the hoodied frame of the ever unmistakable Australian brute. She flung a taped fist at her former friend's face, connecting with a hard thud.
Echo:
We could’ve avoided this, FRIEND.
She advanced on Razz, flinging things off the counter as she moved, including one very pissed off cat. The flour was blinding, Razzles squealing and swinging her spatula wildly as her free hand rubbed at her tearing eyes, trying to get the white powder out. The cat let out a hiss upon being lifted, but as cats do, inevitably ricocheted off of his owner and landed on his feet. Licking the flour and sugar explosion from his paws while Razzles’ swats landed on anything they could, weakly. From the counter, to her former friend’s arm, wrist, and hand, whatever it could hit.
Razzles Mars:
SOD!
There was little more that could be said, besides “oof” as the heavy standmixer was nearly ripped from its counter and thrust at her, the heavy machine toppling the blonde over and making her cry out in pain. Echo took a moment to calm Razz down, stepping on her arm to keep her from trying to swat with that cursed spatula once more.
Echo:
You just HAD to keep pushing, yeah? You hurt me, so very much, Sailor Mars. You attacked my character, because what, I’m not what YOU want me to be?
She paused, taking Razzles’ long blonde hair in her hands.
Echo:
Because YOU think this is a lie, a shortcut. Maybe, sweetheart, maybe you don’t know a damn thing.
Echo shooed the cat away with a growl before gingerly helping Razz to her feet. She held her up with an almost sickening grin, only to take a headbutt to the nose from the still blinded and dazed ‘Bubblegum Princess’. Blood streamed down from her nostrils, which only served to enrage her more. She threw Mars to the ground, taking a moment to clutch her nose in a failing attempt to stop the bleeding.
Echo:
There she is. Fuck.
And she...laughed? She paced back and forth, chuckling while the blood dripped down her face. Razz started to stir, just barely pushing herself up off the ground… Only to have her extended arm quickly stomped on, a crack and screams joining the chorus of sounds. Letting out a shriek as she clutched her arm, the limb grotesquely and limply hanging from the joint of her elbow as she cried out and trembled from pain and shock on the floor, Echo cruelly continued her taunting.
Echo:
All the talk, Sailor Mars, all of it lead to this, because it was the only way to get you to see. You didn’t want to, but now you don’t have a choice, do you? Whether or not you accept it, that’s on you, but now you HAVE TO SEE IT. Bark, bite, doesn’t matter when you’re the one standing at the end of it.
She clutched her nose again, soaking her taped hand red. She took a step over the now crying British blonde, taking hold of one of the few untouched things in the entire kitchen: a very ‘extravagant’ French toast. She clutched it in her blood soaked hand and laughed, taking a bite as she walked out of frame.
MENTV Championship Match
Pierce Manning (c) VS Donovan KeaneAmy Maynard: “For the fourth time Pierce Manning is called to defend the MENTV championship. Will he be able to once again walk out with the title and move one step closer to his real goal, the Riot championship?” Sir Figgles: “Yes.” Amy Maynard: “Yes? That’s it? How can you be so sure?” Sir Figgles: “Manning said it already after their match last week, this is different from a tag match. It’s one on one, and his title is on the line. It’s a whole different mindset.” Amy Maynard: “Yeah, but thinking that Keane is just a tag wrestler is a big mistake. He proved he can go in singles competition as well.” Sir Figgles: “I may or may have not bet a consistent amount of money on Pierce so he better not let me down.” Fifteen minutes for Donovan to beat the MENTV Champion, and the Nightfall Rising member wasn’t wasting a second of it. coming out of the gate with surprising intensity, laying into Pierce with three stiff forearms in a row before whipping him against the ropes and catching him with a leg lariat on the rebound. Known for his flashy and high risk style, Donovan wasn’t taking any chance tonight, opting for a more hard hitting style, focusing on kicks that reminded those of his girlfriend, Leia LeBeau. Especially when the champion was on his knees and Donnie delivered a flurry of Show Kicks to the chest before finishing with a knee to the face. Amy Maynard: “The champion is down, but he’s not out yet. only a two for Donovan.” The match continued and after Keane’s initial burst, Pierce took back control, managing to slow down the pace with some rest holds. To add insult to injury, he kept yelling “Who’s The Man?” as he wore down Donovan with a side headlock, squeezing his strong arms around the young man’s neck. Keane headed toward the ropes to escape, but Pierce flipped him over with a headlock takedown, grounding him once again. Back to their feet they were, Keane this time using the hard manners to get away, hitting the champion with elbows to the ribs and pushing him against the ropes. He dropped down on the first passage forcing Manning to jump over him and continue his run, bouncing back and ducking under Donnie’s leapfrog. Keane quickly turned and went for a dropkick, but Pierce held onto the ropes and avoided the impact. Instead, he waited for Donnie to rise to his feet and beheaded him with a nasty clothesline, still not enough to win the match. Amy Maynard: “10 more minutes to go, time is surely going to be a factor tonight.” Sir Figgles: “For the challenger maybe, the champion will still retain his gold.” Amy Maynard: “Well yes, but a draw doesn’t count as a defense.” Keane decided to speed up the pace of the contest, catching the champion off guard with the Donnie Cutter (handspring cutter). Manning was on all fours, slowly getting up to his feet when Donnie started kicking him hard on the ribs. Ten kicks in total, as counted by the fans who then got on their feet to applaud the standing moonsault double knee drop performed by the Nightfall trainee, landing across The Man’s back. She rolled him over and hooked the leg, but once again he kicked out. The fight went on, the minutes passed and Donovan once again came inches away from the gold, this time with a hammerlock lariat. Pierce saved himself with his ring awareness, touching the rope with his left foot. Amy Maynard: “That was close…” The momentum kept shifting proving that this contest was more evenly matched than the champion believed before the bell rang. Right now it was Manning time to shine, but his rotating belly to back suplex side slam and his powerbomb couldn’t keep Keane down. He had him now in the corner, punishing him with violent knife edge chops that left red bruises on Donnie’s chest. That became the least of his problems when Pierce whipped him in the opposite corner with such force that Keane bounced hard against the turnbuckle and fell down face first to the mat. Manning was quickly onto him with stomps on the spine, Dragging him up, he lifted him for a butterfly backbreaker but once again Keane raised his shoulder in time. Sir Figgles: “Four minutes to go, come on Pierce!” A Pele kick from Donnie turned the tides once again, rocking Pierce and leaving him open to a leg trap sunset flip powerbomb, only worth another two. Finding himself in difficulty, Manning rolled out of the ring, trying to gain, or rather waste, some precious seconds. Donovan wasn’t having it and he flew over the top rope with a somersault senton. He hit Pierce but landed hard on his back, and that made the comeback inside the ring slower and more difficult, playing right in Pierce’s hand. He managed to roll him in and entered as well, eating a kick to the stomach followed by a neckbreaker, but once again he saved himself. A little over a minute to go, and Donovan had the greatest chance to walk away with the gold, after he caught the opponent with a springboard enziguri. He quickly dropped down into a cover, but the ref said it was a 2.9, Keane then climbed to the top rope and jumped for his DK Bomb, landing on top of the opponent. But as soon as he hit the move, the bell rang, much to his desperation. WINNER: Draw (STILL CHAMPION PIERCE MANNING) BY: Time Limit, 15:00 |