Post by gvb on Dec 1, 2020 17:55:15 GMT -6
Riot in Illinois #14
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Sunday, November 29th, 2020
The scene cuts backstage to Rhett Adelson, pacing back and forth in his locker room. Usually, he has Qiyara Singh with him but tonight he needed to focus on his big match tonight. He needed to be alone. He soon turned towards the camera and glared into it.
Rhett Adelson:
These Bad Boy idiots? I’ve spoken enough about them. The time for words are over. It’s time for actions.
Rhett taps his fists together and continues.
Rhett Adelson:
Marcus Ali, Jr? You keep on listing what you’ve done and where you come from but guess what? I don’t give a fuck. And I don’t need to list the shit I’ve done because people know it. They know about the championships I’ve won, my championship pedigree… All of it. I don’t have to repeat it time and time again.
Rhett steps closer to the camera and glares.
Rhett Adelson:
But when I’m done with you tonight? The only thing you’ll be able to do is repeat those accolades like some Alzheimer's patients. I’m gonna knock your ass out. Got that? Good. See you soon.
Rhett walks off and the scene cuts away.
Singles Match
Legion VS Brien StormAt the sound of the bell Legion charged at Storm and caught him off guard, pushing him into the corner. She drove a series of shoulders into Strom’s mid section, backing off and rushing in with a jumping knee to the chest. Brien stumbled out of the corner and Legion immediately slammed his face into the canvas with a bulldog. She went for a quick pinning predicament but the Captain kicked out in one. Brien stood up to his feet and received a hard chop to the chest, pushing him back against the ropes. With a clothesline, she dropped the Favorite Worst Nightmare out of the ring and then stepped out on the apron where she waited until Brien stood up. Then she sprinted and jumped on him with a senton. The fight on the outside was savage and lasted way longer than the ten seconds they were allowed to stay there. Legion was the first to interrupt the count after slamming Storm against the steel steps. Even something as simple as sliding inside the ring and back out to stop the count turned out to be a waste of precious time, giving Brien time to recover. When Legion went to pick him up, he slammed her face on the steel steps before lifting her in a suplex position and dropped her on the apron. Before getting back on the ring, he jumped and dropped his leg on her neck with a guillotine leg drop, but when he tried to make the cover, Legion still kicked out. Storm seemed to have the upper hand as the match drew to a conclusion. He obtained two very near falls, one after the reverse STO and one with a savate kick. He even set her up for the Unforecasted Storm but Legion slipped away and pushed him against the ropes, using his own momentum as he bounced back to connect a snap german suplex. Legion was a fury, unleashing several stomps to the chest and head of the Captain, who was refusing to stay down. But the end was nigh for him, and it came through the Icy Death, Legion’s running big boot. WINNER: Legion BY: Pinfall (Icy Death), 7:13 |
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED UN-AIRED FOOTAGE FROM RIOT IN ILLINOIS XIII
Known as the four gang members of The Bad Boyz, Marcus Ali Jr, Khalil Washington III, Karib Trinidad and Dré Angelo walked away with a massive win as a united unit over the team of Fabulous, Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh on Riot in Illinois XIII. However like most of The Bad Boyz victories, underhanded tactics were used to help the former WBO Junior Heavyweight Champion to gain the upper hand over Jessica Lasiewicz who had the Four Card Trick locked in and probably getting close to a Submission victory, however The Bad Boyz bag of tricks never disappoints. The Bad Boyz elevated their game plan or possibly plan b, when all hell broke loose and the referee not only had his hands full to regain law and order of the match, but he also had his back turned on the legal in-ring competitors. Karib Trinidad formerly known as The Masked Angel did what he does best and that is protect Marcus Ali Jr the leader of The Bad Boyz, using a foreign object in his night stick to choke out The Archangel giving Ali Jr the upperhand and allowing him to lock in the Painkiller to an already passed out Lasiewicz. This led to what is clearly The Bad Boyz biggest victory yet, and a clear statement why they should be the undisputed Number One Contender to the Tag Team Titles held by the red neck Conservative group APE. Before The Bad Boyz first Twitter response to their underhanded tactics which helped them with their win in the Four on Four Tag Team Match, responded to a question which made it clear The Bad Boyz is playing a different game than Fabulous, Rhett Adelson and Qiyara Singh.
"Playing with Fire" by Plan B is playing as The Bad Boyz stand on the stage area of the Enterprise Arena in one line and raise each other's arms in the air proclaiming their victory Fabulous, Qiyara Singh and Rhett Adelson in what was a highly anticipated and competitive eight person tag team match, which The Bad Boyz had to go low to pull off the victory at the end of the day. Going low is nothing new to the gang members of The Bad Boyz, it's been their emo from day one in Millennium Wrestling Enterprise. A sweaty Khalil Washington III (sporting a black & gray cargos jogger pants, Air Jordan Retro 11 Cool Grey basketball sneakers, black elbow pads and white sports tape covering both his hands and wrists) alongside Karib Trinidad (wearing a black cargo pants with straps on the right leg, black Tactical boots and black Tactical gloves) and Dré Angelo (wearing a plain black cargo jogger pants, black & gray LJ Nike Air Raid basketball sneakers, black & gray elbow pads and white sport tape for his hands & wrists) following the leader of The Bad Boyz Marcus Ali Jr (sporting a desert camouflage long cargo jogger pants and black on black UA basketball sneakers) through the curtain and to the back. Backstage, Abi Brooke were ready and waiting for The Bad Boyz.
Abi Brooke:
Hi guys.
Marcus Ali Jr:
You saw what happened out there Abi? We The Bad Boyz fired one bullet tonight, we took one shot Abi and we dealt with a double problem. A problem that stands in the way of The Bad Boyz and the MWE Tag Team Championship.
Abi Brooke:
Well you guys surely won the match, however the other side would say you had to take the low road.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Last week We The Bad Boyz declared war. We're in a war Abi, and in a war, we The Bad Boyz does what we have to do to win. It's win at all costs and that is something Fabulous, Rhett and Qiyara, better figure out real fast or it's going to end real bad for them.
Before Abi could say anything in response to Marcus' statement, Karib interjects himself into the interview, to get something off his chest.
Karib Trinidad:
To be crystal clear Abi, in wars, there isn't high roads and low roads. This is win or lose, do or die, be conquered or be the conqueror.
Karib pulls out nightstick from the side cargo pocket of his pants.
Karib Trinidad:
This is a nightstick. It's an equalizer, that can tilt the war being fought on the battlefield into the user's favour and the victim's demise. Abi, we are from the streets of the East Coast and Best Coast of America. We didn't get where we are today, because of opportunities being dropped into our laps. We clawed Abi, we fought the system, we hustled and climbed even when haters do their best to pull us back down. We took shortcuts, because in this world, guys like us are disrespected and overlooked.
Abi Brooke:
This feud is far from over, a matter of fact I think it's just beginning, especially after what happened moments ago, when Jessica Lasiewicz had you Marcus locked in the Four Card Trick and you were about to tap out. But thanks to Karib's illegal use of a foreign object, many would say you guys stole the victory.
Marcus smiles and shakes his head to a factual question asked by Abi Brooke.
Marcus Ali Jr:
We The Bad Boyz stole a lot of things. Money, girls, liquor for the party, yeah we stole a lot. But tonight's win was not a stolen win. Jessica Lasiewicz could keep up, she took a Painkiller and fell asleep. As for this......
Karib hands the nightstick to Marcus.
Marcus Ali Jr:
We'll use it again, if needed. Remember Abi, this is war and we don't need to play fairly. All we need to do is show up and win.
Marcus and Karib fist bumps each other as they make their way off the scene, Khalil and Dré Angelo following close behind.
The scene cuts backstage to Asher Miles. He was leaning back against a wall in the hallway, his classic black trench coat on over his black shirt and pants as he stood there alone, enjoying being alone for the moment. He soon turns to the camera and laughs lightly.
Asher Miles:
What do you want me to say that I haven’t already said when it comes to Luna? I told you all she was overrated and trash and she proved that last week. While I don’t usually like teaming with people, I’ll gladly team up with Liv to teach Luna and Dean a lesson. That lesson? Is not to fuck with the Antares.
Asher nods and continues on.
Asher Miles:
You’ve all seen what I do since my debut. I don’t play games, I don’t mess around. When I have a target, I zero in and I make them pay for their transgressions.
He steps closer to the camera.
Asher Miles:
There’s a reason I am the Avenger of Millennium, and no, it’s not that silly superhero shit. It’s the I’m going to make you pay for the things you’ve done wrong type of shit. Don’t get that twisted. Tonight, Luna will see what the avenger is all about.
He walks away and the scene fades.
Singles Match
Rhett Adelson VS Marcus Ali Jr The Bad Boyz “urban warfare” tactics surely didn’t win them any fans. The crowd tonight was all behind Rhett since the Cali born made his entrance. An opposite reaction to the one received by Marcus when he kicked Rhett in the stomach before the match even started. A cheapshot that gave him an early advantage the Bad Boy capitalized on with a quick boxing combination followed by a spinning back elbow. Adelson staggered a bit, eating a jumping knee by Ali that sent him back against the ropes. On the rebound Ali caught him with a one handed flapjack, dropping Rhett face first on the mat. He then sat on Rhett’s back and delivered four forearm strikes to the back of the head. From the same position he grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head up, mocking him before disrespectfully slamming his face on the canvas once again. He then stepped away, letting Rhett get up to his feet and went for the Iron Fist. Too early and too predictable, easily ducked by Adelson who then hooked both arms and tried to steal the win with a backslide, but Ali kicked out. And finally Adelson came back with a second wind, unleashing a flurry of chops that backed Ali in the corner. He then walked away, charging in and connecting a big body splash in the corner. Marcus staggered out a few steps before Rhett hit him with the springboard knee strike to the side of the head, knocking him down flat on his chest. After rolling him over, Adelson went for a standing shooting star press, landing on Marcus’ knees. The Bad Boy was quick to roll him up with a cradle but the referee said it was just a two. Marcus dragged Rhett up to his feet and, after some uppercuts, whipped him against the ropes, this time catching him with a spinebuster. After connecting the big move Ali flexed for the camera, taunting the opponent and the fans but wasting valuable time, giving Adelson a chance to recover. Rhett kept playing possum, waiting until Marcus picked him up to drop on his knees and stun the big man with a jawbreaker. A headlock driver followed for another two count. Two minutes passed and Ali used his impressive strength to connect a huge Thugwrench Powerbomb (gutwrench powerbomb), but somehow Rhett survived it. Not only, the Nightfall trainee had enough energy left in him to turn once again the tides, leveling Ali with a superkick to the back of the head. Marcus survived it but he appeared to be quite out of it, staggering back in the corner. The referee went to check on him, asking if he’d feel like he can continue. Khali was there as well, looking concerned about his partner. And with everybody’s attention on Marcus, nobody noticed Dré Angelo coming out from under the ring and sneaking on Rhett, hitting him with a punch to the back of the head. Just as quickly he left the ring, laughing at Rhett from the outside when he turned around. Of course Angelo didn’t strike to hurt, his was merely a distraction. And suddenly, but not surprisingly, Ali was feeling much better, pushing the ref away and hit the Iron Fist on Adelson, connecting the discus punch to the back of the head. All he had to do now was to make the cover and walk away with the win. WINNER: Marcus Ali Jr BY: Pinfall (Iron Fist), 10:23 |
Backstage in the GM office (not the comic book one from two weeks ago), we find Luna Smith wearing a new top from the autumn collection, with the sleeves altered into a lacey floral design. She is also sporting a pair of almost tailor made shorts with both legs exposed and supported by her new heels from her weekend at shopping. While both heels provide a beautiful elegant cross wrap style, her left leg features a full on wrap of support bandages. The kind designed for injuries.
Luna Smith:
Let it never be said that I didn't try to get here tonight.
She walks with clear signs of pain any time she tries to put weight on the taped ankle. Vincent takes note of this, and gets from his chair. He wheels it over to Luna like a gentleman.
Vincent Moretti:
What happened?
Luna eventually gives in to the gesture and sits down on the comfortable office chair.
Luna Smith:
Well I was enjoying myself shopping. Picking out this little number I'm wearing and I was ambushed by two petty thugs. Blindsided actually. I defended myself obvi, but my ankle went under me and I'm in no fit state to compete tonight.
She then retrieves a piece of folded paper from one of her private staff members who also has an icepack for the star.
Luna Smith:
I got myself checked right away, and medical professionals suggest doing anything on it could make things work and sideline me for, well, a travesty of a time for Millennium's fans who'd miss me. I tried to fight passed it and bravely got myself here, to fight the good fight but it's really acting up.
And Luna then lets her staff member ice her ankle while Vincent thinks to himself.
Vincent Moretti:
I'm sorry to hear that.
He begins looking over the doctor's note and sighs.
Vincent Moretti:
I guess we'll have to find a replacement.
Luna Smith:
I know you'll pick best. I think I need to get this elevated, but don't worry. I'm not going to occupy your office nor am I going to risk anyone jumping me. Have you arranged the private jet home?
She asks her helper who's eyes widen and he immediately gets the phone out to start making calls.
Luna Smith:
Soon enough. Thank you for being so considerate.
Tag Team Match
?? & Dean Smith VS Asher Miles & Liv Mercer
Asher laughed when he saw Dean entering the ring alone. He told the former Invictus champion how did it feel to know that Luna blew him off, faking an injury so that she didn’t have to face him again. Smith took exception to his words, defending the Junior Heavyweight champion and the two almost got physical… But the announcement of Dean’s partner interrupted the squabble. First it was just a rattle blasting out of the loudspeakers and that was enough to bring the Chicago fans to their feet. They immediately recognized it as the intro to Alice Cooper’s “Snakebite” and that could only mean one thing. The hometown girl, Nina was back, one month after her last match against Dreadnought at the Anniv3rsary. And she looked in great shape, starting the match against Miles and immediately taking him down with a deep arm drag. Her technique as she worked Asher on the mat looked more polished than before, proof that she had been working hard at Chicago Fight Lab in her time off. If her ground game proved to be solid and better than it used to be, her striking ability was just as dangerous as always, as Miles could testify. Nina dodged a few quick jabs from the Antares until she blocked one of them, controlling his wrist and checking him with a violent side kick to the ribcage. It was one nasty shot that left Miles in agony, on one knee and holding the sore side. Most importantly, it left him exposed to a devastating knee to the face, from which Asher barely kicked out. Things went from bad to worse when Nina made the tag to Dean, the former Invictus champion stepped in and started tossing him around like a rag doll. Luckily for him, the absolute dominance he was displaying caused Dean to become overconfident and thus leaving himself open to Miles’ sitout jawbreaker. It was his best chance to reach Liv in the corner and make the tag, and the Antares didn’t miss it. Mercer wasted no time and hit Smith with a running kick to the face, quickly making the cover but only obtaining a two. Trying to submit him, Mercer applied the dragon sleeper but Smith powered out of the move and knocked her back with a spinning backfist. He then lifted her in a vertical suplex and walked to his corner, making the tag to Nina. The Snakebite climbed the turnbuckle, Dean finally dropped Liv on the mat and Nina jumped off with a double foot stomp to the right leg of Mercer. She then worked on that part for several minutes, eventually going for her Leg Constrictor knee bar. Liv would have surely tapped out if it wasn’t for Asher entering the ring and interrupting the submission with the Antares punt kick to the recently concussed Nina. The fans held their breath as the Chicago born fell right back on the mat after getting up to her feet. She appeared to be out, visibly dazed and in great difficulty. Luckily for her, Liv’s leg was in a bad shape and she hadn’t made it up to her feet yet. Slowly, Nina reached her corner and made the tag, laying on the apron afterward while a doctor checked on her. Dean rushed in and sprinted to the opposite corner, knocking Miles off the apron to prevent the tag. Miles flew off the apron, landing on the poor Oz Dalton. And while the referee checked on them, Liv low blowed Smith and rolled him up, stealing the win. WINNER: Liv Mercer & Asher Miles BY: Pinfall (Inside Cradle), 12:37 |
As to be expected, the scene opens inside the luxury suite of Preston Enterprise Arena with none other than Pierce Manning sitting on the couch. He has his arm around Megan Monroe. On the table in front of them are the Intercontential Championship and MENTV Championship respectively.
Pierce Manning:
The word of the day ladies and gentlemen is excuses.
What is an excuse? Losers giving a reason for why they are not successful. A week ago on this very show Donovan had his chance to become the MENTV Champion. Why Donovan has an obsession with me I have no idea. Actually, I do. We’ll get to that later. What are the rules for all of my championship defenses? Ah yes, you have fifteen minutes to get the job done. Not that difficult. I’ve defended my championship three times. Three times I beat Echo, Wilkow and Liv Mercer within the time allotted. If I can beat my opponent in fifteen minutes when I don’t necessarily have to, surely, a man like you Donnie, who was on a roll heading into last weeks match can get the job done. For all your desire to use me to stick it to Megan, you failed. Predictably you hopped on Twitter, made excuses. Not accepting responsibility. Eh, I knew you would go that route. What interested me more was your Showgirl Girlfriend telling the world how unlucky she is not becoming champion already.
Pierce laughs.
Pierce Manning:
Really now? Leia, remind me who has been here longer? You toots. You have been in MWE longer than me. Why is it I became champion in no time flat but you are the one who is unlucky? Not that difficult to figure out. I am a winner. Megan is a winner. Winners don’t make excuses. My dad taught me that growing up. Took me a while for that lesson to sink in. Me and Megan are living proof of what winners look like.
Pierce looks at Megan. He leans in to give her a quick kiss.
Pierce Manning:
Any objective person will tell you who the power couple is around here. Me and Megan. IC and MENTV Champions respectively. We win big match after big match after big match. Donovan and Leia you come up when it’s money, it has become quite comical. Didn’t you fail to become tag team champions awhile ago? Your respective chases for gold in this company haven’t worked out... yet. Don’t count on your luck coming at our expense. It’s a pipe dream. A fact of life. Why? Winners do what they need to do. Megan is a winner. She has proven that more times than I can count. Unlike the tag team hiccup two weeks ago where my Establishment bandmate has proven to be quite unreliable lately--
Pierce takes one glance at Megan, then back at the camera.
Pierce Manning:
-- I can rely one thousand percent on my partner in business and in life.
Pierce kisses Megan again. Megan smiles widenly before glancing over to the camera and chiming in now.
Megan Monroe:
I’m sure you two buffoons think you stand a chance against a perfect team, hell, a perfect couple like us. But the facts remain the same and that’s it’s you two just don’t hold up. Donnie, when’s the last time you and Jay held gold? Your tag team is used as comedy relief here in MWE. As for Leia?
Megan can’t help but scoff as she mentions her name.
Megan Monroe:
What have you done around here besides be annoying and call yourself ‘the Bebe’ or whatever? The only thing you truly are is a giant baby who cries because she hasn’t gotten her way. You don’t know how to earn your way though, that’s your problem. Pierce and I? We’re champions for a reason. Because we take this sport seriously.
Monroe grabs her IC Championship and holds it in the air.
Megan Monroe:
There’s a reason I’ve held this since it’s inauguration in March of this year. There’s a reason I’m a champion and you’re not. It’s because I’m that damn good and you two are just a couple of jokes. Pierce and I are the present and the future but you two? You’re nothing but bottom feeders, trying to latch on to your coattails. As for Donovan and him trying go after Pierce to bother me? It shows what kind of person you truly are and that you’re not over me. That’s sad for Leia, to be honest.
Megan shrugs before grabbing Pierce’s hand and squeezing it.
Megan Monroe:
It’s clear your relationship isn’t as strong as ours and not only that, it’s clear you’ll be making excuses when you lose to us again tonight. But most of all? It’s clear that Pierce and I are superior to you two in everything and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.
Megan smirks before she turns to Pierce and steals a quick kiss.
We cut backstage to show the dressing room of “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock. We find the reigning MWE Riot Champion seated on a comfy black leather sofa. The lovely blonde is wearing a black sleeveless dress with a hemline that stops just at the knee. Her MWE Riot Championship title belt is draped over her right shoulder and her SCW Adrenaline Championship title belt is draped over her left shoulder. A confident grin is etched across her lovely face.
Glory Braddock
Last week on Riot The Glorious Golden Era defeated Andrews and Black. Henri Black has made it abundantly clear that he wants a piece of The British Bombshell but him and Alex failed against the GGE. I could sit here and point out how consistent I have been since arriving in MWE. Week in and week out I perform at the top of my game and every single opponent that gets put in my path I turn them away. Every single opponent that has challenged me has come up short.
Henri Black? Beaten.
Dean Smith? Beaten.
Topher Constantine Jr? Beaten.
Even the reigning MWE World Champion had her chance to put me away and beat me but she could not get the job done. Now I still want Spencer, I still want the MWE World Championship match that I feel I have earned. Spencer could not defeat me, that is a fact. Given an opportunity, I will defeat Spencer and become the MWE World Champion. And as for the Riot brand, MY brand…
Braddock pats the championship belt.
Glory Braddock
...I still proudly represent this brand as its champion. If Henri Black still wants a one on one shot then I will gladly give him his match. If Moretti has someone else in mind then bring them on. It doesn’t matter because you can line them up and I will fight them all, and god willing I will knock them all down. I am a fighting champion, a proud champion, and I willl do everything within my power to elevate the Riot Championship and the Riot Brand itself. I am Glory Braddock, I am The British Bombshell, and I am the Riot Champion. I may not be scheduled but I am a champion and I take no vacations. So MWE, bring it on.
Singles Match
Karib Trinidad VS Qiyara SinghThe match opened up with a bang as Qiyara ran forward, ducking under Trinidad’s clothesline and catching him before he turned back with a kick to the back. The fighter from Mumbai was not afraid to challenge the Martial Artist on what many people would consider his strong suit. Driven by the desire to avenge her boyfriend and counting on her strong Muay Thai background, Qiyara held her own against Karib and caught him with a kick to the thigh. Then she connected a side push kick and a high knee in rapid succession. As Trinidad stumbled backwards, she followed with a jumping kick to the chest. The Qi To Your Heart floored Karib, a sight that was welcomed with loud cheers by the fans in attendance. Qiyara capitalized on it with a cover, hooking the far leg to try to keep Karib down for three seconds. She did it for two and half seconds, thereafter the Tattooed Angel kicked out. Qiyara tried to whip him in the corner but the stronger man reversed it and squashed the indian with a running back elbow in the corner. Karib showed tonight that he wasn’t only a great tag wrestler, but all in all a dangerous singles competitor as well. His speed and technical prowess allowed him to control the match throughout the middle part, alternating takedowns and submission to wear down the opponent and keep her grounded with hard martial arts strikes. Qiyara tried to interrupt his momentum and managed to corner the opponent and deliver several knee strikes. Leaving him here, she went for a running high knee. Trinidad moved away and the indian hit her knee against the top turnbuckle. A wise and vicious fighter like Karib saw the opportunity to target that leg, possibly taking out Qiyara’s greatest weapon. And so he did, kicking and stomping the knee and applying a tight kneebar, really taking SIngh to her limit. With great effort and taking a ridiculous amount of punishment, the woman managed to reach the ropes. She saved herself, but the damage was done already. That leg was hurting like hell, but it didn’t stop Qiyara from fighting. She grit her teeth and fought through the pain, using her left leg to kick with the same intensity and threat as her right one. A roundhouse gave her another near fall, and when Karib kicked out and stumbled back in the corner, she saw the opportunity to hit the 540 spinning hook kick. Her right leg though failed her during the charging part, and she collapsed to her knees. Trinidad capitalized with a brutal knee to the face and hooked the leg, but the resilient Qi kicked out in time. The rest of the Bad Boyz walked out, Karib looked at them slightly confused as he had full control now. But Marcus spoke and told him that the chance to take out an opponent before the PPV match was too good to pass, and they should take that over a singles victory. Karib agreed with him, but before the Bad Boyz could implement their plan, a bandaged Rhett Adelson came to Qiyara’s rescue. And he wasn’t alone. His Nightfall brothers Jay Gallagher and Donovan Keane were with him, blocking the Bad Boyz before they could enter the ring. And while the six men battled outside the ring, Singh rolled up the distracted Trinidad and pinned him for the three count. WINNER: Qiyara Singh BY: Pinfall (Roll-Up), 13:20 |
In a purposely stark contrast to their opponents for the night, Donovan Keane and Leia LeBeau were sitting at the cafeteria inside the Enterprise Arena. No fancy executive suite, no expensive bottles of champagne, no titles laying on the table. Just the two of them and two cups of latte.
The young couple seemed to be having a good time, relaxing minutes before their match. Donnie especially was laughing out loud, watching a video on the screen of his phone.
Donovan Keane:
This is my favorite part… Let me see that again!
He moved closer to Leia, allowing her to take a look at the video. As the camera behind them zoomed in, it was revealed that he was watching Megan and Pierce’s promo that aired earlier that night.
Megan Monroe:
What have you done around here besides be annoying and call yourself ‘the Bebe’ or whatever? The only thing you truly are is a giant baby who cries because she hasn’t gotten her way. You don’t know how to earn your way though, that’s your problem. Pierce and I? We’re champions for a reason. Because we take this sport seriously.
Trying to recompose himself, he spoke amidst laughter.
Donovan Keane:
Does… Oh my God… Did she really say you call yourself the Bebe? Why would you want to call yourself like your lame sister?
Bebe LeBeau?
HEY!
Bebe yelled from behind the camera, the controversial camera woman and Savage photographer clearly taking exception to what Donnie was saying. Leia stood there, attired in her Nightfall Show inspired ring gear, complete with images of herself and Donovan upon the Showgirl-esque dress, with her mouth agape.
Leia LeBeau:
How… H-how… How DARE!
She cried out, horrified by what Megan just said. This only prompted another outburst from behind the camera, one that Leia and Donovan clearly ignored.
Bebe LeBeau:
HEY!
The camerawoman bellowed out, but it fell on deaf ears, so focused were Leia and Donovan on what they just saw and heard. Leia had a hand to her mouth, a mixture of shock and disgust etched upon her beautiful features. It seemed to take a few moments for the Showgirl to process exactly what was said, before she turned to Donnie whilst shaking her head.
Leia LeBeau:
I have never… EVER seen a woman with her head so far buried in the sand that her stupid, ridculous, puffy, spilt-ended, bulging eyed frog head would poke out onto another continent! How dare she? How dare! Does she not pay a single moment of attention to the world that is going on around her? Does she even know who she is facing this week?
Donovan Keane:
Uhhh… “Bottom feeders trying to latch on our coattails”.. Yeah I think those are the words she used.
Donnie replied quoting Megan’s words.
Donovan Keane:
I mean, it’s Megan we’re talking about.. You shouldn’t really be surprised to hear her talking out of her ass. That’s what she has done since I met her, the only difference is that now she has a title she’s been desperately hanging on for months now around the waist and that makes her believe she’s God’s gift to wrestling.
Leia LeBeau:
Please turn the footage off. They’re kissing like wet fish out of water and it’s disgusting… Ewwww.
She flapped her hands, before taking her latte and having a sip.
Leia LeBeau:
I thought I was going to vomit. Please never show me that again. That was disgusting.
Leia composed herself, taking in a few deep breaths before continuing on.
Donovan, who was still laughing, took one last look at the phone before putting it down on the table.
Donovan Keane:
They surely love to hear the sound of their voice and flaunt their titles and all their accomplishments. Yeah, you both are champions, we know that…
He spoke now straight to the camera, talking directly to Megan and Pierce.
Donovan Keane:
Megan, for the past 200-and-something days you managed to do what nobody else did in MWE.. Making everybody lose interest in the second most prestigious title in the company, and that’s not something you should brag about. You think that you’re defining the Intercontinental Championship, but in reality you’re letting that title define your career. The day you’ll lose it, the day Seth Iser will be too distracted to save your ass, the Great Megan Monroe will go back to be the second best Rydell. And that’s really saying a lot.
Leia LeBeau:
There is a best Rydell? I mean, the woman has done nothing but make that belt look like a piece of tin. The company may have had the grandest ideas and hopes for the title, but it is nothing but an afterthought for fans and competitors. It is literally the Waterworld of professional wrestling titles. Overblown, overpaid for, overhyped and underperformed. It’s quite shocking how you can take a good idea and…
Leia paused, looking over to Donovan with wide realisation upon her face.
Leia LeBeau:
It’s not Waterworld… It’s far worse. Donnie, she’s turned it into the theatrical version of Cats.
Donovan cringed at the comparison, glancing at her girlfriend.
Donovan Keane:
Don’t mention that… thing ever again… But yeah, you hit the nail on the head, that’s just how bad and unforgettable for all the worst reasons her reign is. And speaking of bad reigns… Sup, Pierce? Did you get your manservant to polish MY MWE championship?
Donovan let out a chuckle, shaking his head.
Donovan Keane:
I find it funny how the day before our match you were so convinced you’d make quick work out of me, and twenty-four hours later, you were already claiming that I failed. Sure, I couldn’t beat you in the fifteen minutes, but neither could you. So that’s just as much my failure as it is yours. The mighty champion couldn’t beat a “tag team wrestler”, all your talks about how it was a completely different situation from the first time I pinned you turned out to be bullshit.. Like pretty much everything else about you. I’m going to prove it again, WE are going to prove it again.
A quick nod at Leia before continuing.
Donovan Keane:
And the next time we meet with your title on the line, all I have to do is be three seconds faster.
Leia LeBeau:
You are quite frankly the luckiest lack of man alive, Pierce. The only man in you is in your surname, and the fact you have dismissed my Donnie after he not only took you to your limit, but had you beat is mind boggling.
Leia paused, taking a sip of her latte, then slipped on the very regal ring jacket she had grown accustomed to wearing, rubbing shoulders with her favourite person as she did so.
Leia LeBeau:
Lady luck hasn’t been on our side lately, nor has decisions for rightful opportunities that we both deserve and desire. But let us tell you this. While you brag about all you have accomplished, a fresh team with a fresh focus is going to tear down all of your claims. And a Seattle girl, on her first anniversary in the business, is going to school you on how to perform under those bright, bright lights. And my man? He’s going to show just what being a real man is all about, Pierce. Because quite frankly, it’s obvious that you’re the bitch in your pairing.
Donnie seemed amused by this side Leia was showing tonight, and somewhat proud of her. Placing his arms around her shoulder, he spoke again.
Donovan Keane:
You two should wash your mouth before talking about Leia. She’s twice the wrestler I am, which means she’s at least five times better than each and everyone of you. The only reason she doesn’t have a title around her waist is because of an incredible series of coincidences. Poor referee decisions, freaks screwing her over and coward champions ducking real competition. But in the end, cream always rises to the top. And all the bullshit in the world can only slow down her climb. You can’t stop talent…
He winked at the camera, as Leia gave him a delicate little peck upon the cheek.
Donovan Keane:
And that’s a lesson you’ll learn in a few minutes.
Leia LeBeau:
It’s Showtime.
Singles Match
Dreadnought VS EchoEcho didn’t seem too impressed against the behemoth, towering over her from his 6’10’’ of height and weighing twice her weight. Actually, she literally walked in his face before the bell rang, looking up at him smug as always, almost challenging the powerhouse. As the match started, she started moving around him in circles, poking him with a couple of kicks to the thigh. Dreadnought pushed her toward the corner after locking up in a collar and elbow tie, but at the last moment the Aussie was able to pivot and force the big man in the corner, throwing two more high kicks before backing down and putting some distance between them. This tactic worked for a while, and the former Invictus champion even managed to knock the giant down with a roundhouse kick, but when she tried to make the cover Dread powered out in one. At some point though he caught her with a sidewalk slam, and that changed the momentum of the match completely. For several minutes Dread was in full control, his dominance giving him a couple of near falls with the thrust spinebuster and a stalling suplex. Echo suddenly found herself in great difficulty, backed in a corner with nowhere to go. And Dreadnought just wouldn’t stop hitting her with kicks and forearms. For someone always relied on her strength, even against bigger men, tonight she found herself in dire need to find another strategy if she wanted to end this onslaught that had been going for quite some time now. The chance happened when Dread got her in a tight bear hug and the Aussie found her way out of it with a couple of headbutts. More hard hitting combinations forced Dread in the corner where Echo kept hitting him despite the referee asking for the break. She even tried an irish whip, but it was countered by the Sandstorm Inc employee who fired the Aussie against the ropes. She came back and ducked the clothesline, bouncing from the opposite side with a spear that caught Dreadnought off guard and took him down. Still, he kicked out in time. Echo then targeted Dread’s leg, using several submission and less conventional methods like slamming it against the ring post and jumping on the stretched out leg with a double foot stomp after placing his foot on the second rope. The match seemed to be over when Dread hit the Tidal Wave (Olympic Slam). Echo rolled out of the ring before he could capitalize on his move. The Private Contractor went to catch her but all of a sudden... Duke Andrews: DREAD! UP HERE! The titantron came to life, showing the former two time Lockdown champion Duke Andrews on the screen. Duke Andrews: This isn’t going to be some long drawn out rivalry. See you done messed up, and you must pay for your crimes. That’s the way the world operates, boy. You commit a crime, you pay your debt to society, and hopefully you learn and don’t repeat the situation. But you...you...I don’t think you’re really that bright. I don’t think you will learn if I just step up and slap you right in the mouth again. So this punishment, boy…it’s gonna be a little different. The camera panned back as Duke was perched on top of a cage. Wearing the black REDD THUNDER t-shirt once again, he looks down and jumps off the cage. Duke Andrews: See my shit with Dusty, that’ll live for another day. My shit with whoever attacked me, he’ll get that when he least expects it. You, boy, you are taking front and center. You wanna feel big and bad for taking out a hundred and ten pound girl? You say it’s because she pushed around your woman, but you went too far. You pushed the limit and for that, you have to pay. See, I didn’t go to the hospital just to lend support to my good friend, this isn’t even white knighting like you called it. There’s more to unpack here. You, are paid for by Dev. You, do the dirty work. And the way I see it, that’s the reason why we are going to dance at the pay per view. But...we both know it needs to be something that will give us a true winner. We both know it needs to be something that contains the two bulls that we are. The camera panned back and exposed the Lions Den. The small round cage lit up with the lights as Duke turned his body in the center admiring the small area. Duke Andrews: Your days are numbered, your time is limited, and at Coup De Grâce.. There is no way out but to climb. This is it. This is the end of Dread. The tron suddenly shut off, but Dredd kept staring at it for another second mouthing unrepeatable insults to the Epitome Of Perfection. Echo slid back behind him and locked in the heel hook. With nowhere to go, Dreadnought eventually tapped out. WINNER: Echo BY: Submission (Echo), 15:10 |
In a pre-recorded segment filmed on the streets of Chicago, Henri Black walks down the street dressed as always in his customary three-piece suit now however featuring the addition of a cloth mask covering the lower half of his face and a pair of tinted sunglasses.
Henri Black:
Well, let’s just get straight to the point. Last week sucked. Sure I got to put a hurting on Glory Braddock again which is always a fun way to spend an evening, but while I was busy with that my partner got herself trapped in the End Game Evolution and tapped out, not cool Alex, not cool
Henri crosses the street and waves to an elderly couple walking in the opposite direction.
Henri Black:
Now I understand that you’re relatively new to this, but you cost me my victory, you put the thought into Moretti’s head that maybe I shouldn’t get what I want… and that’s a very dangerous idea for him to be having.
Now alone on the street again Henri continues his monologue.
Henri Black:
Not for himself you understand, I would never attack an authority figure, especially not a crippled one. No, you’ve made it dangerous for the rest of the Riot roster, dangerous for yourself, for Liv Mercer, for Saki, for Marcus Ali and Dean Smith because now I need to make good on my promise and tear a bloody fucking path through them all until I get my point across, until Moretti gives me what I want.
Henri passes by a small park and takes a moment to observe the abandoned play equipment, shaking his head.
Henri Black:
And make no mistake I will get what I want, it will happen because just like my reign, it is inevitable. For years I have hidden my inner demons, tamped them down and only allowed them to run free on special occasions, but now I think maybe I should be channelling them instead. Where I would normally aim for a decapitation strike to end an opponents night as quickly as possible maybe I should tie them up in the ropes and deliver so many kicks that they have to be carried out on a stretcher. Maybe Memento Mori doesn’t get relinquished when you tap out…
Henri approaches his building and makes for the lobby, nodding to the doorman as he passes.
Henri Black:
Maybe I break you permanently, this is the natural order of things, the inevitable fate of people like us, sooner or later somebody comes along and takes you out. Sooner or later everybody burns.
Stepping through the door Henri reaches up and removes his mask and sunglasses.
Henri Black:
No more fun, no more games. I burned, Glory… and soon it will be your turn. But first, a few others need to burn to pave the way.
Tag Team Match
Pierce Manning & Megan Monroe VS Nightfall Show (Donovan Keane & Leia LeBeau)
Amy Maynard: “A lot of bad blood in this match, and we surely don’t need to expl…” Sir Figgles: “Long story short, Donnie and Megan were a thing. Then she said…” Amy Maynard: “... That this is their business, and theirs alone. What we should care about is this match. On one side, the Intercontinental Champion and the MENTV Champion. On the other, the Nightfall Show, Donnie and Leia.” Sir Figgles: “When you put it like that, it’s hard not to think that Pierce and Megan are the clear favorite in this one.” Amy Maynard: “I don’t know, Fig. Leia and Donnie won the Valentines’ day gauntlet on their first match together and came this close to beat the BreeTee Committee for the title, and if it wasn’t for Hayley Halsey attacking the Showgirl, they might as well beat them.” Sir Figgles: “Don’t remind me, I lost a load of money that night.” Leia was standing in her corner, leaving Donovan to start the match for the Nightfall Show. Their opponents took a little longer to decide who had to start and it appeared that Manning was the chosen one, with Megan finally heading to her corner. With a swift movement she turned around and charged at Donnie at full speed, hitting him with the Mega Kick (running single leg dropkick to the face). Pierce laughed as Megan made the cover, stepping in front of Leia to prevent her from breaking up the quick pinning predicament, but Keane was able to raise the shoulder in time. Megan didn’t take it too well, briefly complaining to the referee before stomping the Nightfall member into the canvas. She grabbed his leg and dragged him in her corner, tagging Manning who picked up exactly where Monroe left with more stomps to the chest and a leg drop. He made a cover attempt too, obtaining the same results the Intercontinental Champion did. Amy Maynard: “Rough start for the Nightfall Show.” Sir Figgles: “Look, I know you’re probably going to disagree with me because it didn’t fit your idea of fairness, but what Megan did here was absolutely brilliant.” Pierce was willing to reverse the trend and prove that he was much better than Donovan. To do so, he pinned Keane in the corner and hit several shoulder tackles to the ribs, doubling him over and lifting him in a powerbomb position, ready to slam him into the turnbuckle. Keane was able to counter it with a hurricanrana and the MENTV champion was the one ending up head first against the turnbuckle, giving Donnie the opportunity to make the tag to Leia. The Show leaped over the top rope and entered the ring, seeing Manning laying against the corner. And she charged. Amy Maynard: “THE JET CITY JIVE CONNECTED!” Sir Figgles: “Come on Pierce, kick out of it!” But Pierce didn’t seem able to, The referee’s hand tapped the canvas once, twice… And then Megan grabbed Leia’s foot and dragged her away from Pierce, under the bottom rope and dropping her on the floor outside. As if the impact wasn’t hard enough, Monroe added insult to injury by beating up the Showgirl on the outside and throwing her against the steel steps. She then mocked the Jet City woman, missing Donovan coming at full speed and flying over the top rope, taking Megan out with an over the top rope moonsault plancha that made the fans jump on their feet. Megan was out, lying on the floor outside. Donovan instead landed on his feet and immediately went to check on Leia, helping her to stand up. Pierce sent him against the barricade with a baseball slide, dragging Leia on the apron and, from there, suplexing her back in the ring. In one fluid motion he moved into a cover, but Leia kicked out in two. Amy Maynard: “Such intensity from both sides. This is clearly a lot more than just a match for all of them.” Megan received the tag and climbed up to the top turnbuckle. Manning hit the Showgirl with his rotating belly to belly suplex. The Intercontinental champion jumped off with the Fly-Dell, her patented phoenix splash. Instinctively Leia raised her knees and Megan crashed onto them, immediately holding her ribs. There was the tag to Donovan who showed no mercy to the ex-girlfriend hitting her with a ruthless soccer kick to the ribs as she was getting up to her feet. He then insisted on that part with a rib breaker and direct hits. As she was laying near the corner he left the ring and grabbed her arm and leg. The referee almost begged him to stop but he pulled Megan toward himself, slamming her into the ring post. The Intercontinental champion screamed in pain, and that drew a sadistic smile on Donnie’s lips. He was about to enter the ring when a clothesline from Manning turned him inside out leaving him flat on his back out of the ring. The referee started to count him out, Leia went to assist her man and help him to get up while Megan slowly made it to Pierce. The tag was made at the same moment Donnie entered the ring, and the fight continued. Amy Maynard: “For a moment, I saw the same Donnie that almost ended Asher Miles’ career this summer.” Sir Figgles: “I think Pierce wants to see the Donnie from Dark Web 2, judging from how hard he’s hitting him.” Manning was being even more stiff now. Megan hadn’t recovered yet from the punishment received and she was complaining with the doctor about her left side hurting in the ribcage area. Donovan was able to slip away from a suplex attempt and rushed toward his corner, but Pierce stopped him with a clothesline to the back. He couldn’t stop him a minute later though when Keane blocked the TBTM attempt and rocked him with a pele kick. Leia was back in and she used those long legs to keep the MENTV champion at distance. Twice she went close to the win, with Seattle Slutdrop and a meteora. Manning kicked out and fought back, winning the exchange and connecting the hangman neckbreaker. LeBeau kicked out in two. Amy Maynard: “Pierce is doing a great job, but he’s pretty much on his own now. Megan hasn’t made it up to her feet yet.” Three more minutes passed and Megan started to slowly pick herself up, but she was in visible pain. Nonetheless, she started cheering on her man, looking like she wanted the tag. And Pierce was willing to give her the chance, despite a visible and understandable concern. But he had to get rid of Leia, who was now trying to choke him with the Sleepless In Seattle sleeper hold. To break free, Manning stumbled back into the corner, smashing Leia against the turnbuckle. Too bad it was the Nightfall Show corner, and Donovan made the tag. Leia let Pierce go, and the MENTV champion fell on his knee trying to catch his breath. Donovan entered the ring, applied a front facelock and picked him up connecting a couple of knee strikes. He then set him up for the DK Country, connecting the dragon screw neck whip and hooking the leg for the cover. Megan entered the ring and tried to make the save but, perhaps because of the previous injury, she was too slow and only got there a moment too late. WINNER: Nightfall Show BY: Pinfall (DK Country), 18:17 |