Post by gvb on Dec 22, 2020 20:01:20 GMT -6
MWE Presents: Coup De Grâce Pre-show (night 2)
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Sunday, December 20th, 2020
After the success that was night 1, the final night of Coup De Grâce is about to start with the Academy pre-show match. Olly looks focused, ready for the biggest match of his young career. And right there and then, in the gorilla position moments before stepping in the ring, the young student receives an unexpected visit. Dressed in his ring gear, full black in every element, the Lockdown champion Hammerstein walks towards Olly, proudly resting his title on the shoulder.
Hammerstein:
Hey, kid.
Olly:
Oh would you look at it? The Lockdown champion himself, what’s good?
Olly looks up at the veteran. It’s a well known fact that the two men have a connection, a bond formed after Hammerstein discovered that his late manager and best friend Reese Kennedy had a secret son. And even though neither of them flaunts it, they seem to be rather close. The champion and the student share a fist bump.
Hammerstein:
How ya feelin' bout your first main roster pay per view? Nervous?
Olly:
I don’t know if nervous is the word I’d use… I’m pretty confident I can beat his ass, I have a plan and a plan b just in case. I picked this stipulation for a reason, I’m going to embarrass Dez and knock him down a few notches.
Even though I must admit this is giving me chills.
Pointing with his finger over the curtain, Olly makes a pause to listen to the cheers of the fans, excited and ready for another great night of wrestling. Hammerstein chuckles and pats Olly on the shoulder.
Hammerstein:
It's good, kid. You should be at least a little nervous. Hell, I still get butterflies before matches. It's when you stop feelin them that you need to worry.
But you got this, kid. Dez Ali won't know what him. Strike that. He's gonna know exactly what hit him…
Oliver fuckin Ken…
Olly shoots Hammerstein a look that reminds the Lockdown Champion that he was going too far. Hammerstein puts his hands up.
Hammerstein:
Sorry, kid.
He's gonna know exactly what hit him…
Olly.
Oliver’s face seems to relax after the little tension between the two of them. Unlike Hammerstein, the 20 years old doesn’t seem to hold dear his father’s memory.
Olly:
And I’ll make sure he’ll never forget that.
Hammerstein nods at him, the two bumping fists a second time. The brief encounter seems to have come to a conclusion as the champion turns to leave. All of a sudden he stops and, without turning around, he asks Olly a question.
Hammerstein:
What you got planned for Christmas, kid?
Olly:
Staying at the Academy, I guess. I’m not sure how many of the other students will stay in and who, but unless I get stuck there for two week with Dez, it shouldn’t be too bad.
He says with a chuckle. Hammerstein turns and extends his hand to the youngster.
Hammerstein:
Why don't you come with me to Los Olivos and spend the holiday with us? Holly's on bed rest and Zoe likes to play nursemaid to her Mom.
Olly puts his hand up and shakes his head.
Olly:
I don't think…
Hammerstein:
Look, there are things you don't know about….him. I know what he did to you was shitty. If anyone knows how it feels, it's me. But there's more to the story.
Besides, we could train. It would be a workin holiday. What do you say?
Olly doesn’t answer at first, taking a few moments to consider his options. The idea itself wasn’t bad, and the chance to train with the American Monster was too good to be passed on. But the prospect of talking about his father, about the man who abandoned him twice and never wanted him in his life is what was giving him cold feet.
Then again, the fact that he is here tonight, the fact that he could join The Academy in first place rather than in the bad place he was this time last year, he owed all that to this man.
Olly:
I guess I can sneak out for a few days. Thank you.
Hammerstein waves it off.
Hammerstein:
Don't mention it, Kid. But hey, you got business to tend to. I would wish you good luck, but you don't need it. You just go out there and kick his ass. You got this. See ya after the show.
The American Monster slaps Olly's back and walks away, leaving the youngster fired up for his match.
The lights goes out, leaving the Enterprise Arena in total darkness. We're not sure what to expect next with we see the lighting of nine flares being held by nine individuals dressed in black wearing a black hoodie, black jeans, black shoes and black gloves. A black ski mask are covering their faces. Amongst the nine individuals are three guys also dressed similar to the squad in black, but they are not wearing a mask. The flares are the only light in the arena as the intro music of "No Church in the Wild" begins to play. the light from the flares also reveals nine posters, from students of the The Academy hangs high above the stage area and the individuals. Each respective poster shows a student from The Academy. This includes the new Gold Star Champion Faith Savell, the former Gold Star Champion Tiana Petrova-Hammond and even Olivier Kennedy. Clearly missing is Dez Ali. Not moving from their position one of the guys not wearing a mask begins to sing. It's well known recording artist
Pter P:
Human beings in a mob. What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a god? What's a god to a non-believer who don't believe in anything? Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright no church in the wild.
As the words ring through the Enterprise Arena the masked individuals clad in black walks simply raised up their flares and it lights rope, which the flame quickly climbs the rope leading up to each of the nine posters and engulf the posters into flames. As the instrumental music of "No Church in the Wild" abruptly ends. Without the music or sound, the burning of the posters and the flares could be heard loud and clear. Suddenly the instrumental intro for M.O.M begins to play with a lady playing and guy playing the grand piano at the end of the stage, two guitarist and a drummer are revealed at the opposite side of the stage. The nine masked individuals clad in black takes a knee as the singers to the stage and begins to sing. The arena lights up with gold strobe lights and white laser lights giving a cool look throughout the arena as the guys perform on stage.
Kast:
You ready? You feel it? I hustled to make it, I gotta go shine.I'm doing the work, I'm spending the time. Man on a mission, that's me. To be what I'm destined to be.
The posters continue to burn as Willy Kast finally begins his part of the performance stepping away from the guys the kneeling guys holding the flares.
Kast:
Just how I do it. Okay, they come and they go. We all got some sorrow. You watch the M's and the flows. Well we gotta hustle. And then we hustle some mo'. Okay, I do this for the passion. But I'm still getting the dough. Alright, now action for real. Be the star of the show. And you gon' stand in front of everyone. And let 'em all know. That you the main one. The real thing. They ask about that G. I'm riding on 'em. Let em know that they all gon' see (what?). But haters talking ish like I should go and chill. But I'm so hydrated 'cause my name's Water Will. It's the Evian Don, it's the Fiji OG. Everybody in the city know me, know me!
Out of nowhere just over two dozen young ladies in their white & gold cheerleader outfits takes the stage and begins to perform amongst the rappers. Kast takes the lead.
Kast & Astro:
I hustled to make it, I gotta go shine I'm doing the work, I'm spending the time. Man on a mission, that's me. To be what I'm destined to be.
The performance continue as the rappers begins the second verse. While this is going on the cameras shows up behind the curtain where Dez Ali (wearing a white unzipped hoodie customized with a gold MVP logo on the back, he's wearing white cargo joggers, white & gold Under Armour Curry 3Zero basketball sneakers, white baseball cap with a golden UA logo. His left hand and wrist are taped up in white sports tape and wearing a gold glove on his right hand) is seen waiting to make his way through the curtains. Marcus Ali Jr along with the rest of The Bad Boyz walks up to him, surprising him from the back. Dez smiles as he does a special fist bump with his cousin. Just then his brother Darius, along with Kassie and Véon shows up.
Dez Ali:
You guys couldn't be any later.
Marcus Ali Jr:
You know we fashionably late.
Véon Ortiz:
Show them who you are bro, you've been disrespected way too many times and you know we don't roll like that in Boston.
Dez smiles, nods and gives a group hug to Kassie and Véon. Meanwhile on the stage area, mid way through the second the verse the lights dimn and begins to flicker on the center of the stage area, whole the cheer leaders have rolled out a red carpet down the ramp and lined up on both sides down the ramp. Dez Ali with a gold mask covering his face appears on the stage area he takes off his hoodie revealing a fitted golden sleeve matching with his gold glove, covering his right arm. The MVP makes his way down the ramp, followed by Kast, The MVP notices his father and team leader Michael Ali standing on the side. He stares him down, but is surprised that his father hugs him, as he hugs his father back. Dezmond takes off his white and gold Under Armour cap and places it on his father's head. The MVP makes his way into the square circle, where Kast is waiting.
Kast:
This is your life, this is your story.
At this point, Kast gets in front of Dez, and a direct message for The MVP.
Kast:
This is your moment, you gotta go for the glory. You gotta take what's yours and never give that back. Believing in yourself, you gotta live like that.
In a surprising turn of events, Dez Ali with a microphone, takes his turn.
Dez Ali:
Now look at the boy, I got a Family Tree. Now Watch This, Bruh Bruh 'cause you know me. It's Kast and Ali we be killing the beat. It's time to go to battle, no surrender, retreat.
Dez tosses the microphone, as white and gold confetti explodes from the four corners of the ring. The MVP fist bumps Kast, who picks up with the final chorus. Meanwhile Dez Ali climbs up to the turnbuckles and raise both arms in the air, before taking off the gold mask, revealing a second clear face guard covering the lower section of his face. As Last brings the song and performance to an end, the lights return to normal as Dez Ali in his white and gold wrestling outfit, warms up by bouncing off the ropes, while Kast makes his exit. By now all the performers already made their way to the back. Everything is back to normal, with the exception of the white and gold confetti covering the ring, and outside the ring, some confetti still falling, while ringside crew members quickly sweeps it up to the best they can.
Ambra Monroe:
Wow!!!!
Peyton Holland:
A natural entertainer. I didn't know Dez can rap.
Ambra Monroe:
But that entrance, is something.
Peyton Holland:
Dez Ali has been for quite sometime it's more than just wrestling it's about the entrance, the show, the lights, the cameras, the fashion, the looks inside and outside of the ring.
Ambra Monroe:
And he's right, even though many would hope a house would fall on him. Like the Wicked Witch in Wizard of Oz, Dez Ali is right. However great entrance, but if he can't pull off the victory tonight and make Olly say I Quit, what do you think will be next for Dez?
Peyton Holland:
On the last episode of The Academy, Dez Ali literally and symbolically stood at the top of The Academy and claimed his on top of The Academy. However if he does not pull this one off tonight, if Olly manages to force the two infamous words that haunts professional wrestlers for many years of their career, I do t know if Dez Ali will be able to continue in this business. I mean the stakes have been set so high for Dez, if he lose and is kicked off the team his father is leader of, the team he was drafted number one as ten episodes back, Dez Ali will be in trouble.
Ambra Monroe:
He has surely made some enemies in the few weeks The Academy existed and they sure as hell would like nothing more but to see the worse for Dez Ali.
Peyton Holland:
Well after that entrance where those massive posters of every student in The Academy was set ablaze with the exception of Dez Ali. Olly for everyone else is like the firing squad and they want Dez executed tonight.
The Academy Pre-Show Match
I Quit match -loser leaves Team Ali-
Olly VS Dez AliI Quit match -loser leaves Team Ali-
Another Academy match to open night two, but if last night we witnessed a contest based on respect and sportsmanship between the two competitors, none of that could be found in this contest. Olly and Dez Ali have been at odds since entering the Academy, despite both of them being chosen by Dezmond’s father for his team. Things really escalated after the triple threat match from one month ago where Ali took out his aggression on Olly and forced him out for a week with some serious facial trauma. The very next week the son of the late Reese Kennedy, although not cleared to compete, came to Faith’s rescue during her match against Dez, saving her from a two on one assault and breaking Ali’s nose with a headbutt after the referee awarded him the win. These events led to Olly’s suspension and that only further exacerbated the conflict between the two young men, after which a tag team match was booked giving the winner the chance to pick the stipulation and date for their final bout. As the bell sounded the two opponents met in the middle of the ring, and fists immediately started flying. In a pure brawl Olly had the advantage and he quickly pushed Dez all the way back against the ropes, dropping him on the outside with a clothesline. Ali landed on his feet, slightly twisting his ankle before immediately finding his balance. Olly launched himself through the ropes with a suicide dive, taking him down. The fight continued on the outside, where both of them could maximize the damage done. Olly lifted Dez in a suplex position and dropped him on the barricade with a gourdbuster, leaving him dangling as he took a few steps back to smack his head with a sick running big boot to the side of the head. Ali fell down like a ton of bricks and Oliver pulled out a table from under the ring, setting it up in parallel to the side of the ring. He picked up Dez and looked to powerbomb him through the table but the twenty years old son of the Team Leader reacted with four hard punches to the head, forcing Olly to let him go. Ali didn’t hesitate and planted the rival with a jumping ddt on the concrete. As he got back to his feet, Olly charged headfirst to Ali who took him down with a drop toe hold. The fans let out a collective gasp as Olly went down, his face colliding against the lower step. A look of shock and concern appeared on his fellow students’ face as Olly didn’t move for a few seconds, painting the steel steps in red. The referee went to check on him ready to throw the match, but Olly was not done yet, and definitely not giving up. He slowly pulled himself up, half of his face covered in blood pouring down from a deep cut over his eye. Where everyone else saw a horrible wound, Dez saw an opportunity and ruthlessly punched Oliver on that specific part, soaking his hands in the young man’s blood. Things got from bad to worse for Oliver when he tried to get back in the ring. Ali was waiting for that moment and launched himself shoulder first into Olly’s stomach with a suicide dive spear, driving the young man through the table he set up previously. Dez seemed like a man possessed, hammering at Olly’s face with forearm strikes while yelling at him to quit. His reply was a loud and clear “Fuck you”. Survival instinct kicked in for the son of Reese Kennedy who grabbed a splinter of wood and planted it into Dez’ thigh. It was Ali’s turn to scream in pain now, rolling off Olly’s chest and immediately grabbing his leg in pain. Olly picked himself up and started to stomp the opponent’s ankle, the same ankle he twisted early in the match. He then rolled Dez back in the ring and kept focusing on that foot and leg, slamming it against the ringpost and applying an ankle lock. With no rope breaks at his disposal, Ali had to rely on his ability alone to escape the submission. Olly’s strategy was clear now, focusing on that leg to get the opponent to say those infamous words. He even brought in a chair to help himself in this task, and that almost bit him in the ass as Dezmond managed to take the chair away from him and smack him on the head, knocking him down. Ali drove the chair down on Olly’s chest, not one but several times. Kennedy was in evident pain as his ribs were being crushed by Ali’s chair shots, but giving up was not an option. He kicked Dez’ leg, taking the young man down and causing him to drop the chair. The tides had turned once again, Oliver was now the one wielding the chair and slamming it on Ali’s foot. He then tossed the weapon aside, reaching inside his boot and pulling something out of it. Two zip ties. He used them to block Dezmond’s hands, tying him up to the ropes. Ali was furious, calling Olly a coward and telling him to set him free and face him like a man. Oliver instead kicked him on the face, smirking as he grabbed the chair and stuck it around the opponent’s foot. Dezmond started kicking the air trying to get rid of the chair around his foot, but a nasty kick to the head put him down. Oliver climbed up the top rope and pointed at Dezmond’s foot. The referee almost begged Ali to say those words and end the match before he could get seriously injured… I QUIT The words echoed in the eerie silence that fell over the Arena, but to everyone’s shock, they didn’t come out of Dez’ mouth. The referee looked at the corner where Olly was, finding him now sitting on the top of the turnbuckle. He laughed as he repeated the same words to the puzzled referee, who had no choice but to call for the bell. Olly turned around and asked for a microphone that was quickly handed to him. Remaining sit on the top rope, he began to speak. WINNER: Dez Ali BY: I Quit, 14:39 |
Olly:
I quit.
He repeats a third time in a sombre tone, his eyes kept low.
Olly:
The most dreaded words in a wrestler's career, the ultimate sign of surrender, of giving up, of admitting your weaknesses. There's nothing a wrestler fears more than showing how vulnerable they are, than admitting in front of the world that they cannot take it anymore.
A pause. Olly finally raises his glance, finding his fellow students sitting in the first row.
Olly:
People would rather pass out for the pain than admitting they had had enough, they, like Dez here, would rather have their fucking ankle shattered than saying those two words. I could have ended your career before it started, Dezmond.
He speaks now to his opponent, who's being in the meantime untied by the referee.
Olly:
And part of me would have loved to do it. And maybe, maybe you would have deserved it too. But this is not what this match was about, no sir. This was never my plan.
Moving slowly, he climbs down from the top rope and takes the center of the stage while his opponent is escorted out of the ring.
Olly:
You were right when you said this was my ticket out of your father's team. You were wrong when you thought you were going to be the one to send me packing.
I worked too hard and for too long to make this happen, to set up the perfect stage... There was no way in hell I would have let you take this away from me.
But Olly, you lost...
He changed his tone, imitating Dez' voice. Ali, attended now by his father, stares a hole through his rival.
Olly:
Did I? Sure, the records will tell that you beat me, but like I told you once, there's more than that. You are more than your win/loss record, you are more than some sophisticated entrance, you are more than your last name.
But I got what I wanted, I got away from your bullshit, from your over-inflated ego that's suffocating all the good things in Team Ali.
Hopefully tonight it scaled down a tad, hopefully this lessons helped you take your head out of your ass and start looking around. Hopefully this took you down to planet earth and made you realize that you're not the MVP. Not until you get the Gold Star.
And boy, you got your ass kicked by someone who only got a win in two months of The Academy, and he got carried to it by the new Gold Star herself... You still have a fucking long way to go.
There it is that smile, the first one since he started talking. He looks more relaxed than before, as if he took a huge weight off his chest.
Olly:
Enjoy your Pyrrhic victory, I will savor the sweet taste of defeat throughout these holidays.
Lick your wounds, mend your bruises. The physical ones as well as those on your ego.
And, most importantly, look back at these past two months, to the cause of your downfall.
The smile turns into a smirk, his eyes now glued on Dez outside.
Olly:
And learn. This is a school after all. This is what we're here for.
Finally, he drops the microphone and leaves the ring. Unsure in his steps, wobblying and almost falling a couple of times. But eventually, he makes it backstage on his own.
I quit.
He repeats a third time in a sombre tone, his eyes kept low.
Olly:
The most dreaded words in a wrestler's career, the ultimate sign of surrender, of giving up, of admitting your weaknesses. There's nothing a wrestler fears more than showing how vulnerable they are, than admitting in front of the world that they cannot take it anymore.
A pause. Olly finally raises his glance, finding his fellow students sitting in the first row.
Olly:
People would rather pass out for the pain than admitting they had had enough, they, like Dez here, would rather have their fucking ankle shattered than saying those two words. I could have ended your career before it started, Dezmond.
He speaks now to his opponent, who's being in the meantime untied by the referee.
Olly:
And part of me would have loved to do it. And maybe, maybe you would have deserved it too. But this is not what this match was about, no sir. This was never my plan.
Moving slowly, he climbs down from the top rope and takes the center of the stage while his opponent is escorted out of the ring.
Olly:
You were right when you said this was my ticket out of your father's team. You were wrong when you thought you were going to be the one to send me packing.
I worked too hard and for too long to make this happen, to set up the perfect stage... There was no way in hell I would have let you take this away from me.
But Olly, you lost...
He changed his tone, imitating Dez' voice. Ali, attended now by his father, stares a hole through his rival.
Olly:
Did I? Sure, the records will tell that you beat me, but like I told you once, there's more than that. You are more than your win/loss record, you are more than some sophisticated entrance, you are more than your last name.
But I got what I wanted, I got away from your bullshit, from your over-inflated ego that's suffocating all the good things in Team Ali.
Hopefully tonight it scaled down a tad, hopefully this lessons helped you take your head out of your ass and start looking around. Hopefully this took you down to planet earth and made you realize that you're not the MVP. Not until you get the Gold Star.
And boy, you got your ass kicked by someone who only got a win in two months of The Academy, and he got carried to it by the new Gold Star herself... You still have a fucking long way to go.
There it is that smile, the first one since he started talking. He looks more relaxed than before, as if he took a huge weight off his chest.
Olly:
Enjoy your Pyrrhic victory, I will savor the sweet taste of defeat throughout these holidays.
Lick your wounds, mend your bruises. The physical ones as well as those on your ego.
And, most importantly, look back at these past two months, to the cause of your downfall.
The smile turns into a smirk, his eyes now glued on Dez outside.
Olly:
And learn. This is a school after all. This is what we're here for.
Finally, he drops the microphone and leaves the ring. Unsure in his steps, wobblying and almost falling a couple of times. But eventually, he makes it backstage on his own.
MWE Presents: Coup De Grâce (night 2)
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Sunday, December 20th, 2020
Pre-recorded…
We see Kimberly Williams in a professional looking office and The Woman Scorned is dressed in a rather professional business skirt suit as well. This is obviously unusual for the deranged ginger. Sitting on the desk are items familiar to her; the penguin known as Wasley, the knife glove known as Betty White, and a staple gun.
Kimberly Williams:
Do you have enemies? Of course you do. Do your enemies constantly foil your plans? Of course they do. Do you have a nuisance that you’d just like to get out of your life for good and you’d rather have your hands clean of the whole situation? Of course you do. My name is Kimberly Williams and I am a sociopath for hire. I have a specific set of skills that make me a nightmare for men like…
She shakes her head.
Kimberly Williams:
Sorry, I always start quoting Liam Neeson movies whenever I’m in four way matches against Kate Steele, Lucie Calloway, and Melody Lennox....ok, not really, I just needed to excuse to name drop them. Anyway, I do have a nice skill set that can make your dreams come true...or your nightmares come to an end, as it is. If you want me to maim your enemy then I will charge five dollars and a chili cheeseburger for every ten minutes that it takes me to get the job done. If you want me to actually end them...well the price goes up to ten dollars and a feather boa per every ten minutes it takes me to get the job done. As far as kidnapping goes....
The words “Kidnapping is allowed, I just have to say that it isn’t to stay out of the loony bin; ask privately for cost!” appear on the screen.
Kimberly Williams:
...I will never do any kidnappings! Kidnapping is bad, mkay? So if you have any business you want to get done, talk to me, the sociopath for hire. And if you’re not sure if I can get the job done, watch what I do tonight to Kate Calloway, Lucie Lennox, and Melody Steele!
Kimberly pauses. She frowns.
Kimberly Williams:
Ok, I’m being told that I totally got their names wrong. Whatever...just watch what I do tonight!
The cameras come into focus and as it does we are treated to the sight of Kate Steele. She smirks as she has an arrogant expression on her lips and she slowly begins to speak.
Kate Steele:
Cheers to all of you bloody idiots that might be watching this wherever you are. Tonight you all get the special pleasure of seeing yours truly stepping into the ring for a fatal four way showdown and it’s actually going to be quite beautiful. I know I have had a decent start in this company. After all I was the lockdown champion and back then everybody gave me the type of respect that I deserved!
Kate shakes her head as she continues to speak.
Kate Steele:
However since those days near the start of this company I have been faltering. I have in your eyes become one big bloody fucking joke. It even gets irritating to hear the commentators act like me winning is such a shock. They shouldn’t be treating me like I am a nobody who isn’t fit to do anything right in the wrestling world. Instead they should treat me that I am the best damn thing to have come from England to MWE and I am a woman who is passionate enough to take her spot back as being one of the premier athletes in all of the company. I just need to showcase my abilities and I know the rest will indeed be history.
Kate smiles warmly nodding her head.
Kate Steele:
Speaking of making things happen. Just look what happened in my last match. Not only did I go to the ring but I emerged victorious with a win. That should have told you that I plan on kicking things up a notch and I plan to be among the upper echelon in all of this business. I get it though. You rather not believe in the hype though. You rather just overlook me and by all means that’s a bunch of poppy cock. It seems like I have a chance to change that very narrative tonight because I will be walking into a fatal four way match. I am going to be completely blunt with all of… I plan to one day become the Cloud Gate Champion. That goal hasn’t changed and I don’t have any plans on deterring from what I set after. I just need to overcome three other idiots in order to prove myself as being ready. Prove myself that I am ready to take the next leap of faith within my wrestling career.
Kate chuckles as she continues to share her heart.
Kate Steele:
So with that being said I guess that brings me to what is going to go down this week and I have a feeling it is going to be exceptionally amazing. Three other people stand in my way into getting back on track. Lucie, Melody, and Kimberly. Each of us will be trying to fight for position. We will be trying to edge out the other and trying to do everything in our power to get ahead so we can shape our futures in the way that we want them to go in.
Kate grins widely as she continues to speak.
Kate Steele:
Let me just say something though. No matter what happens it will a night where people will actually respect what I am able to do within the wrestling ring. Just like my last match I will emerge with a huge victory and I will continue to build up momentum for myself. I know nobody expects anything out of this Siren but then again none of your opinions really mattered in the first place. The only thing that matters is that I get what belongs to me. I get my spot back and I will do whatever it takes to get it. So bitches beware but Kate takes her spot back starting tonight!
Four-Way Match
Kimberly Williams VS Kate Steele VS Lucie Callaway VS Melody Lennox
Youth, experience and a bit of insanity. All this was in the opening contest of night two, a match between four competitors who all needed to rebound after the recent performances. The Villainess immediately attacked Kate, while Kimberly took on Lucie, Melody looked better than ever before, evading Steele’s superkick with a cartwheel and taking her down with a sweep kick. She wasted no time and jumped on her with a moonsault double knee drop, but her first pinning predicament only resulted in a two count. Kimberly took Lucy down with a neckbreaker and turned around to see Lennox rising up to her feet. The Morrigan’s Wrath hit, Mel stood no chance and couldn’t avoid the superkick this time, dropping flat on her back. She was about to make the cover when Callaway ran toward her and grabbed her, connecting a running bulldog and driving Kim’s face into Melody’s mid section. Steele sneaked up behind the youngest champion in Millennium history and rolled her up, only getting another near fall. The pace remained quick halfway through the match, a lot of near falls one after the other that kept the fans on the edge of their seats. With Melody taking a break on the outside, Lucie was the one carrying the match. She drove Kim’s face onto her knee with the Nine Crimes snapmare driver, blocking one of Kate’s martial art kicks and taking the Siren down with a dragon screw leg whip. A few stomps to Steele then a back kick to surprise the incoming Williams and double her over, in perfect position for a corkscrew neckbreaker. Lennox grabbed the young girl’s foot and dragged her outside, shoving her into the barricade and trying to capitalize on her work with a slingshot senton on the Woman Scorned, followed by a quick cover interrupted by Kate. Steele hit a german suplex on Melody, attempting a second one on Kim after she swung and missed with the right hook. But Kim blocked the attempt, stunning the former lockdown champion with a headbutt. In the collision between the back of her skull and Kate’s nose, the latter had the worse and Steele got busted open. Not even time to realize that her nose was bleeding and she was lifted and dropped on her head by the former Underground Bloodlust champion with a brainbuster. Callaway made the save at the last moment, and the match continued. Kate Steele caught Lucie in the Siren Song (triangle choke) with perfect timing, right after Mel and Kim knocked each other down with a double big boot. Callaway was in big troubles, struggling to breathe in the tight chokehold and fighting the urge to tap out. There was nowhere to go for her, no way to reach the ropes. A big help came from Kimberly recovering in time and diving in to break the submission right when Lucie looked on the verge of tapping out. While the sister of the Pink Haired Grenade was catching her breath, the other three competitors kept fighting. Kimberly and Melody even teamed up momentarily and took Kate out with stereo superkicks. Lennox was the quickest to turn on the provisional partner and kicked her in the stomach, setting her up for the Viola D’Amore (Tequila shot). Callaway was able to break it up just in the nick of time. She connected some knife edge chops on Melody who answered with a headbutt and tried a roundhouse kick. The former Chicago Way champion ducked it and caught her with the S.O.S. out of nowhere. Lucie made the cover, sure to get away with the win but Williams was right behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist and deadlifting the young girl for a belly to back suplex. Callaway landed on her feet and immediately went for a clothesline, missing as Kimberly ducked under it and sprinted toward the ropes, coming back with a Shadowblade that hit Lucie right between the eyes. The Wildcard hooked the leg, the referee moved in position and counted the one, two, three. WINNER: Kimberly Williams BY: Pinfall (Shadowblade), 10:26 |
Amy Maynard: "I'm not surprised that Kimberly won, I'm surprised she didn't try to use any of her weapons."
Sir Figgles: "I kinda miss the penguin..."
Amy Maynard: "Wasley? Did she ever got it back?"
Sir Figgles: "I think so
Battered and bruised, but still with that smirk plastered on his face, Olly is in the infirmary inside the Enterprise Arena. Less bloody than he was in the ring, having been cleaned up by the doctor so that he could mend that deep cut over his eyebrow.
Doctor:
Stay still, Oliver.
The doctor says while stitching up the young man.
Olly:
Bet you lost the count of how many people you patched up in your career doc.
He replies, unsurprisingly ignoring the doctor’s advice.
Olly:
Is it true that ladies love scars?
Faith Savell:
Depends how they get them.
Faith Savell’s soft tone almost hid the concern behind it. Walking over to shake her head at Olly.
Faith Savell:
And we definitely don’t love crooked ones, so sit still.
A playfulness to her scolding as the doctor finished up the stitches. As he steps aside and Faith sees the damage she sighs softly.
Faith Savell:
Seriously, are you okay, what you did was.. amazing. Incredible. But you look sore as hell…
The young man smiles at the sight of his best friend, looking more relieved than he was moments ago. He was aware that his actions and words in that ring would cause a reaction among the students and personnel of The Academy. What he couldn’t know was what kind of reaction they'd provoke. Faith’s words seem to dispel that uncertainty that was weighing on him. Sure, it’s just one opinion, but probably the one that matters the most to him.
Olly:
I’d be lying if I said that I’m fine… But it was worth it. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a month, I really got this huge weight off my chest and THAT… that feels so good.
Faith gently touches at a bruise on his cheek but smiles all the same.
Faith Savell:
To be free of that team, free of the Alis and their bullshit? That has to feel like a whole new life. And now, you’re on the superior team AND we get to be team buddies as well as besties.
Drawing her hand back Faith shakes her head.
Faith Savell:
You’re on rest until after Christmas though, I don’t want to hear a single argument against it either. You need to make sure you’re back in fighting shape for the new year.
Olly:
I feel like I could SLEEP until after Christmas…
His laughs quickly fade into coughs as he bends forward, his hand reaching for that big bruise on his ribs.
Olly:
I guess I’ll have to tell Hammerstein to go easy on me then. Even though I doubt he even knows what that means.
Finally recomposing, he glances up to the young Savell.
Olly:
I assume you’re going back home for the holidays, spend some time with your family.
Her brows knit together with concern as he grabbed at his ribs, before shaking her head a little.
Faith Savell:
We don’t observe Christmas so, there’s no big plans for it. No real reason for me to go home, figured I could stay at the academy and get ahead of the curve before 2021.
Olly:
Now you’re really starting to sound like Ti…
Despite the obvious pain, Olly seems to be in good spirits.
Olly:
I don’t even want to see the picture of a ring and you’re already thinking about training during the holidays…
He turns his head, looking at the doctor sitting at his desk.
Olly:
Am I good to go, doc?
The medic confirms it with a nod, which prompts Olly to jump down from the table. Perhaps asking too much to his body after the grueling match, his leg gave out and if it wasn’t for Faith’s quick reflexes, he would have added another bruise to his back.
Olly:
Thank you, Princess.
Catching him and slipping her shoulder under his she laughed softly.
Faith Savell:
There’s worse people to be likened to…
Turning her head and meeting Olly’s eyes as they walk together slowly but surely, she smiles.
Faith Savell:
Welcome to Team Strike Olly, we’re lucky to have you.
Singles Match
Matt Stone VS West LongAfter their last one on one match ended in a double count-out, the Warwolf and the Abominable Showman were set to settle their score once and for all. The last time they shared a ring they competed for a Lockdown championship opportunity, a match eventually won by Kyle Butler who will face Hammerstein later in the night. As Stone clearly remembered, in that match Long injured his shoulder, causing him to miss one week of action. The multi-time champion went straight for that shoulder, aiming at it with his high kicks. With an irish whip he sent West against the ropes, but on the rebound it was the Warwolf who took Matt down with a shoulder tackle, proving that he healed just fine. If any further proof was needed, he drove the same shoulder multiple times in Stone’s abdomen after firing him in the corner. Next thing he did was to hoist the canadian up to the top rope for a superplex, a deja-vu from the triple threat match from last month only with the roles reversed. Stone tried his best to avoid it, reaching the Warwolf with some punches to the side, but Long carried through and drove the Straight Shooter all the way down. Long shifted on top of the opponent and hooked the far leg to make the first pinning predicament of the match, resulting in a two count for him. His power surely was giving him a huge advantage, and the Warwolf was truly on a warpath tonight. Each one of those punches to the mid-section looked like it could crack some ribs. Stone was in deep water, gasping for air both metaphorically and literally when West grabbed him by the throat with both hands, lifting and slamming him into the canvas with a choke bomb. Again, he survived kicking out at the last moment, but that raised the question. How much more could he take? Surely he could take a pop-up one handed spinebuster, barely saving himself in the nick of time. He took a breather, leaving the ring and taking a moment to piece himself together. Long was right back on the chase, running after him and cutting his break short. Rather than engage in a fight in such a dangerous territory like the ringside area, Matt quickly entered the ring. He immediately turned back, kicking West on the head and leaving him dangling on the middle rope. Stone followed with a knee strike to the side of the head, knocking him down and making a cover right after. Long powered out in two. Matt continued with some stomp to the chest until West grabbed his foot and pushed upwards, sending the Abominable Showman on his back. Long obtained another near fall following the jumping elbow drop. It really looked like Matt was in control now, especially after the S-T-Owned gave him an extremely near fall. When he tried to wear him further down with the sleeper hold he winded up getting squashed against the corner by the Warwolf. When he eventually lost his grasp, Long turned around and delivered an uppercut that sent him back into the corner. A few chops later, West whipped Matt in the opposite corner and charged in his direction for a clothesline. This time Stone was ready and kicked him in the face, exploding out of the corner with a swinging neckbreaker. He waited for him to get up and kicked him in the stomach, setting him up for the Piledriving Miss Daisy, but the big man blocked the attempt and turned it into a back body drop. West grabbed him by the throat. That was it, he was ready to set him up for the Point Blank, his patented fireman’s carry powerslam. But before he could lift the opponent on his shoulders, Matt countered it with the C-c-c-c combo Breaker, obtaining an important victory against the Warwolf. WINNER: Matt Stone BY: Pinfall (C-c-c-c combo Breaker), 10:37 |
Peyton Holland: "I guess this settles it, Matt Stone beat the Warwolf, without any shenanigan."
Ambra Monroe: "Quite the statement made by the canadian. He came here for gold, and wins like this are what earns you an opportunity."
Ambra Monroe: "Quite the statement made by the canadian. He came here for gold, and wins like this are what earns you an opportunity."
The Pay Per View feed switches backstage the Lockdown Champion, Jacob Hammerstein, who is sitting in an empty room.
Hammerstein:
Lies.
Everyone lies.
Politicians….Pundits….Preachers….Parents….Children.
Everyone lies.
The Lockdown Champion sets his title on his left thigh and begins wrapping the chain around his right hand.
Hammerstein:
Some lie to get the rewards they feel they deserve. Some lie to escape the punishment they know they truly deserve.
We lie to those we hate.
We lie to those we love.
Hell, we even lie to ourselves, and that more than anything else.
Hammerstein pushes his hair back out of his face with his left hand.
Hammerstein:
You know what doesn't lie?
He raises his chain covered right hand.
Hammerstein:
This steel chain doesn't lie. It has no agenda. It doesn't care if its appearance pleases or displeases you, and it makes neither excuse nor apology for anything that happens because of it.
You know what else doesn't lie?
Hammerstein holds up the Lockdown Title belt.
Hammerstein:
This MWE Lockdown Title. When you look at it, you don't have to ask what it stands for, because you know. It says that whoever holds it in control. Any title defense is held under stipulations the champion decides. In short, he's the dealer. This belt (holds the belt up) gives me control, and this dog collar and chain (holds his chain-wrapped fist up again.) guarantees that I retain control.
Hammerstein stands up and the chain unwraps from around his fist and clanks on the floor.
Hammerstein:
Kyle Butler, in a world full of liars, you lie to yourself when you say you have a snowball's chance in hell of walking out with this Lockdown Championship.
But me? I'm bringing the truth to you. The truth that you'll see for yourself when you look up at me standing over you, this belt still firmly in my grasp.
Hammerstein walks out of the room, leaving the camera focused on an empty chair for a few moments before the show goes back to ringside.
Singles Match
Echo VS Jenni AndersonEcho shot a glance at Amy at ringside, the commentator remained professional and kept calling the action, not even mentioning how the former Invictus champion attacked her two weeks ago. It was Sir Figgles who brought it up, asking Maynard if she was happy to see Anderson smacking Echo’s face with a stiff forearm as the Australian was trying to intimidate the commentator. Amy didn’t take the bait, remaining professional and calling the action instead, highlighting how determined the Queenpin was tonight, backing the opponent all the way back into the corner chop after chop. Once there she tried to choke Echo by pressing her foot to the throat, immediately letting go as the referee admonished her and made it clear that he wouldn't tolerate this kind of thing. Meanwhile behind his shoulder Jared Constable used the tag rope to choke Echo out, letting a moment before the official turned around. Echo was on her knees, coughing and cursing at Jenni’s manager and the referee who didn’t see the wrongdoing. Anderson shut her up with a kick to the shoulder, and subsequently grabbed her by that arm and twisted it, exiting the ring and jumping off the apron, causing her arm to bounce on the top rope. Another illegal move and another warning from the referee, once again ignored by the Queenpin who jumped back in with a dropkick to the shoulder. Jenni stuck to her gameplan, trying to weaken Echo’s right arm and shoulder who really was starting to bother the Australian wrestler. But focusing too much on that made her attacks predictable and easy to counter, and Echo absolutely wrecked her with a backbreaker. The former Invictus’ champion right arm was of no use, but her knees and kicks, those were as hard as always. She drove her knee relentlessly into her midsection, we lost the counts of how many she hit before lifting her for a stalling suplex. Not wasting the chance to show off, Echo started pacing the ring, still holding the opponent upside down, causing Jenni’s blood to rush to the head. Anderson began to swing her legs, trying to switch her weight and get free from the uncomfortable situation. But then Echo fell back, driving her on the canvas and floating right into the cover. Anderson kicked out in time, but she found herself overwhelmed by some furious stomps. It was Jared who, once again, made himself useful to the Queenpin’s cause, dragging her out of the ring. The break on the outside and some more dirty tricks allowed Anderson to take back control, leaving Echo on her back with a running blockbuster. She waited for Echo to stand up perched on the top turnbuckle, jumping for the Jinxy Jack (top rope flipping leg lariat). The Aussie was down for the second time in less than a minute, and while she was starting to get up to her feet, she saw Jenni twisting in mid air ready to land on top of her with a springboard moonsault. Echo rolled out of the trajectory, the Queenpin landed chest first on the waiting canvas. And that wasn’t even the worst part, that would have been the punt kick to the head that knocked Jenni down. Echo didn’t try to pin her, wanting to be sure that Jenni would stay down. To do that, she lifted her for the knee drop brainbuster, hooking the far leg to make the cover, getting only a count of two out of it. Jenni briefly made a comeback but her cartwheel enziguri known as Kick Me Deadly missed the target. Echo’s pull-back lariat instead didn’t miss, and from then it was just a matter of time until the australian decided that she was tired of playing with her food and pulled the trigger, sending Jenni against the ropes and catching her with the Reverb. WINNER: Echo BY: Pinfall (The Reverb), 9:21 |
Amy Maynard: "Another notch under the W column for Echo tonight."
Sir Figgles: "You don't sound too excited, Amy."
Amy Maynard: "I tend not to be with who kicks me in the face. What I can be though, it professional. I would appreciate if you did the same and stop tauntuing me."
Sir Figgles:"Jeez, remember when you used to be fun?"
Sir Figgles: "You don't sound too excited, Amy."
Amy Maynard: "I tend not to be with who kicks me in the face. What I can be though, it professional. I would appreciate if you did the same and stop tauntuing me."
Sir Figgles:"Jeez, remember when you used to be fun?"
Out back in the parking lot a camera crew catches up with Alan Envy who was just arriving to the building. Abi Brooke runs towards the Lonestar Icon.
Abi Brooke:
Alan Alan!! A quick word?
Alan Envy:
Sure kid shoot?
Abi Brooke:
Why? Why did you turn on Chris and Sandstorm Inc? What is your relationship with Duke Andrews now after what happened?
Envy smiles
Alan Envy:
Lets just say I had a moment of clarity. Constantine and this bullshit waiting to join Sandstorm with two of the biggest pieces of trash walking God's green Earth shows what a piece of trash he is...look into the camera and into my eyes kid?
Envy stares into the camera.
Alan Envy:
When they screw you too? Don't come running back to me saying your sorry. Last night was your first warning. You and your two other turds that you want to run with now do your thing and I'll do mi….
Blindsiding Envy was CCJ. Soon Dusty Douglas and Devin Hearst arrive and the members of Sandstorm Inc begin to over power Alan Envy and beats him down to the pavement. CCJ screams at Envy as Dusty lifts Envy up and whips him hard into the concrete wall. Envy gets busted opened as CCJ low blows Envy followed up with Hearst delivering hisNight Rider onto the pavement!!
Amy Maynard:
OH MY GOD!! HE JUST FACE PLANTED ON THE CONCRETE!!
Sir Figgles:
What were you expecting Amy? Sandstorm Inc is a force. Alan Envy wished to be put out of his misery on night one with what he did to CCJ! His wish is being granted.
Back outside a crimson masked half unconscious Envy is dragged over to a car where Chris climbs onto the hood. Dusty and Devin throw a defenseless Envy onto the hood. CCJ with pure malice in his face lifts Envy to his feet.
Devin Hearst:
End this motherfucker!!
CCJ lifts Envy up and plants him with the American Strong Piledriver on the hood of the car!!
Amy Maynard:
GOD!!! His neck could be broken!
Envy slumps off the hood but Sandstorm Inc wasn't done yet. However before they could do anything else in runs Duke Andrews with a tire iron. The trio runs off as they convince Dusty to go with them, even though the Murder Train looked ready to fight Duke. Dusty smirks as the group leaves. Duke bends down and sees the seriousness of the situation.
Duke Andrews:
GET SOME HELP OUT HERE!!! WE NEED A DOCTOR!! ALAN!! COME ON BRO!!
A few seconds later medical staff comes onto the scene and begins stabilizing Alan Envy. Duke looks very concerned as he stares into the direction where Sandstorm Inc ran off to
Sir Figgles:
I….I'm a huge fan of Sandstorm Inc, but even that was a little too far.
Amy Maynard:
Alan Envy brutally attacked and he is in bad shape. We will give you all an update when we find out what's going on. Hopefully sometime tonight.
One last look in the lot as you hear sirens blaring in the distance as they get closer to the scene.
Triple Threat Tag Team Match
Breetee Committee VS Strip Search VS The Eldon Family
Both Strip Search and the BreeTee Committee had a bone to pick with the Eldon Family, especially with Karen. So it’s nobody’s surprise that she took her son and dragged him out of the ring, letting Teagan and Kiernan start the hostilities. Santos had a good showing in the early moments, her swift and precise kicks creating some trouble to Gallagher who had to back down to her corner and tag Bree in. Smith’s power came into play early as she blocked the kick and connected an exploder suplex sending Kiernan into the corner. Teagan entered the ring once again, the quick tags becoming the leitmotif for the first part of the match and making it all much easier for the former Tag champions to control the pace of the match, isolating Santos in their half of the ring. Karen in the meantime kept taunting the hothead of Stripsearch, and Zoe was struggling to keep her cool. Until she couldn’t anymore, jumping off the apron and charging at Karen on the opposite side. Too bad she did right when Kiernan finally created the opening and looked to make the tag, finding nobody there because ZoZo was sitting on Karen’s chest punching the hell out of her, not caring at all about Clyde hammering at her back trying to rescue his mother. Kiernan could only shake her head and handle this by herself, ducking Bree’s clothesline and knocking the blonde girl down with an STO on the middle turnbuckle. Santos made the cover, but her attempt was broken up, not by Gallagher but by Clyde, who beat Teagan in saving Bree. The young kid sheepishly smiled at the former tag champion, getting kicked in the face by Kiernan for it. With CEJ in the ring ZoZo had nobody to stop her from getting her way with Karen, leaving the woman on her back with a busted lip. Finally she trotted back to her ring, offering the tag to her partner. “About time!” said Kiernan before the two connected a double suplex on Bree. Stripsearch kept control of the match in the central part, losing it only momentarily when Clyde entered the ring after a blind tag and surprised Kiernan with a springboard clothesline to the back of the head. But Zoe’s aggression once the policewoman made the tag came once again in handy for the Vegas team. Rian unleashed a volley of kicks to the young kid, leaving him groggy and unable to defend himself from the Poledriver, her patented implant DDT. Karen saved her son, taking the chance to cheap shot Zoe with an eye rake. While the referee accompanied her out of the ring, Clyde nailed her with an inverted ddt, acting shocked when Bree made the save. This slight distraction allowed Zoe to reach the corner and make the tag to Teagan. And then it was suplex for all. The Belfast born dropped CEJ with a snap one, his mother with an overhead belly to belly suplex and Zoe who was still in the ring with a saito suplex. Kiernan entered the ring and got an elbow to the face for her trouble before getting dropped on her neck with a high-angle german suplex. Now that the ring was clear, she tagged her partner in and threw Clyde at her with the Gallagher’s Way exploder suplex, while Bree caught the kid with a codebreaker. The Whoopah gave them so many wins in their career, but tonight it was only a two, thanks to Karen’s last minute save. The class and experience of the former tag champions was making all the difference tonight. No matter who was in the ring, they looked at the mercy of BreeTee, who collected near fall after near fall. Zoe was able to exploit a rare miscommunication between the two and turn the tides, slipping behind Bree’s beck and pushing her against the partner. Her roll-up on Bree only gave her a two count, but paved the way to that knast knee strike to the side of the head that knocked Smith down. Kiernan blocked Teagan’s attempt to break it up with a superkick, flooring the northern irish, but she couldn’t prevent the Eldons from interrupting the count. Clyde did, while Karen blasted the back of Zoe’s head with her purse unseen by the referee. A dazed Bree looked to make the tag to Teagan who was just now standing up on the apron. Karen slid in the ring and pushed her toward her son. “TAG” the referee cried out as Bree lightly bumped into Clyde. The young kid entered and trampled ZoZo with his For You Dad spear, making the cover while his mother made sure Kiernan couldn’t intervene. WINNER: The Eldon Family BY: Pinfall (For You Dad), 14:18 |
Ambra Monroe: "Oops, I did it again?"
Peyton Holland: "The Eldon Family won the biggest match of their career, beating StripSearch AND the former MWE Tag Team champion."
Ambra Monroe: "Surely a huge boost on the ranks of the tag division fro Clyde and Karen. Will it be enough to earn them a title shot?"
The scene opens in the hallway of the Enterprise Arena. Kyle Butler can be seen in his wrestling gear leaning up against a wall. He waves for the camera.
Kyle Butler:
Not going to lie, the thought crossed my mind to shoot this from a dog kennel.
A sly smirk forms on his face.
Kyle Butler:
No theatrics today. Besides, that coffin I rented to send a message to Atticus Valentine cost a truck load of money. Back to basics.
A smile flashes on Kyle’s face.
Kyle Butler:
Hammerstein. Congratulations on accomplishing something I couldn’t. You overcame A.P.E... well... what used to be A.P.E when you put Duke Andrews down not once but twice. Congrats bud. All the kudos in the world. While I appreciate that and your motivation to make every match of yours a Dog Collar Match, allow me to impart some wisdom.
Being stuck in the past my friend is not the healthiest way to live. Being given the name Dog has to suck. Not any worse than what celebrities are naming their babies these days. Can you imagine growing up with a name like Bluebell. Kulture. Rocket Zott. I pray to God when me and Jessica have kids we’ll give our child a name the world isn’t going to be made fun of. See Hammerstein, there are worse names than being called Dog. But you have taken this dog thing to the next level, dude. Overdramatic much? So you’re not thrilled with being called a dog, it caused you so much emotional angst you decide to take out your frustrations on whoever? Is that right?
Kyle shrugs.
Kyle Butler:
Yup, not healthy.
The past may play a role in who we are, doesn’t mean we need to give the past power to define us. The future is a powerful motivator. When I wake up in the morning I hold on to the dream that professional wrestling can become better than what it is. I don’t want to be the guy who thinks professional wrestling is all about making money. The art form still matters. Sportsmanship will always be king. Feeling this overwhelming desire to maim another human being, eh, not my style. I want to compete in a sport where dog collars aren’t needed. Pipedream like some people who want to travel to Mars? Perhaps. There are a generation of wrestlers who will follow all of us, those kids need an example to follow. Leave the sport better than you left it.
Has my actions always been noble? No. The greater good of professional wrestling is what matters. And Hammerstein, you continuing to use that dog collar of yours to unleash a mountain of frustration over being called a dog is not good for wrestling. That’s the reason why I am going to walk out the Lockdown Champion, bay beeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Because the next generation needs an example. Hammy, I am that example.
Kyle Butler points to himself as the scene fades to black.
Lockdown Championship Match
Hammerstein's Rule: Dog Collar Match
Hammerstein (c) VS Kyle ButlerHammerstein's Rule: Dog Collar Match
Kyle didn’t look too comfortable being tied up to the American Monster. A purist like him would have prefered a stipulation where weapons weren’t involved but such was Hammerstein’s choice for his Lockdown championship defenses. As the match started, Hammerstein immediately exploited the stipulation he picked and grabbed hold of the chain, yanking at it to pull Butler into a clothesline. He then whipped him on the chest, or tried to but Kyle rolled out of harm’s way and got back to his feet. Once again the champion pulled the chain to close up on the challenger who was instead trying to put some separation between them. This time Kyle avoided the clothesline and connected a snap german suplex on Hammerstein, He then sprinted toward the ropes, perhaps for a running leg drop but once again the champion used the chain linking them to stop him. He almost choked as Hammerstein tugged at the chain, and the whiplash on his neck as he was dragged into the canvas put him in a lot of pain. He was still nursing it and trying to regain his breath when a hard stomp to the solar plexus knocked off the little air he had in his lungs. He instinctively curled up, offering his side to Hammerstein who flogged him with the chain, leaving red bruises on his ribs and back. The champion remained in absolute control and it looked like he could make a quick job out of Butler until, reluctantly, Kyle started to use the chain too. At first just to take Hammerstein down, tripping him as his foot got caught in its coils and sending him face first into the canvas. Then he wrapped it around his fist and after rolling The American Monster on a supine position, he did so to punch him in the face, repeatedly. Jacob raised his arms to protection, parrying pretty much all the shots by one that slipped through his guard and caught him over the right eye, coincidentally the same spot Olly got hurt before and inflicting a similar, though less deep, wound. As blood began gushing out of Hammerstein’s skull, Kyle hesitated for a brief moment before hitting the next punch. And he learned that you can’t leave someone like Jacob any sort of opening. The champion immediately reached Kyle’s eye, with the thumbs, finally getting out of deep water. He kicked the temporarily blinded opponent on the head with a big boot, flooring him. The champion looked to make a cover but he got caught with an inside cradle that almost cost him the title. Hammerstein’s bleeding got worse after he was hit by a roaring elbow from Kyle, who was quick to capitalize on this with a snap ddt that gave him another near fall. Feeling the favorable moment, Butler dragged the champion to his feet and set him up for his patented headlock driver, screaming Rooooooooooolllll TIDE!! along with the fans. But Hammerstein still had fuel in his tank, pushing the challenger against the ropes and rocking him with a chained punch to the jaw. Kyle stumbled back against the ropes, only to be thrown out of the ring with a big boot from the champion. As Kyle slowly picked himself up, a twisted smile appeared on Hammerstein’s face. And he started reeling the chain in. As soon as Kyle realized what the champion had in mind, he tried to grab the last part of the chain, but it slipped through his fingers. And before he realizes, he was literally hanged outside the ring. He managed to slip his fingers between the collar and his neck taking some pressure off. But breathing was getting harder and harder for him, his face turning a bright shade of red as the forces were abandoning him. Hammerstein finally let go of the chain and Butler dropped on his knee and hands on the outside, coughing his soul out. The champion went outside and rolled him back in, pulling him up in a full-nelson position making sure he wrapped the chain around his neck first and slammed him down with a powerbomb, switching right into the Python Sleeper. After everything he went through, this was too much to handle for Kyle, who quickly tapped out. WINNER: Hammerstein (STILL LOCKDOWN CHAMPION) BY: Submission (Python Sleeper), 12:09 |
Amy Maynard: "Once again Hammerstein retained, once again he lived up to his moniker of American Monster."
Sir Figgles: "He knows how to take the extreme... to the extreme. He choked out Kyle tonight, he busted up Duke three weeks ago. And we all remember the carnage he left behind during his Chicago Way reign."
Amy Maynard: "Kyle was out of his element tonight, a gutsy performance wasn't enough to beat Hammerstein at his own game."
Sir Figgles: "Few people can, Amy..."
Sir Figgles: "He knows how to take the extreme... to the extreme. He choked out Kyle tonight, he busted up Duke three weeks ago. And we all remember the carnage he left behind during his Chicago Way reign."
Amy Maynard: "Kyle was out of his element tonight, a gutsy performance wasn't enough to beat Hammerstein at his own game."
Sir Figgles: "Few people can, Amy..."
The bowels of the Enterprise Arena in Chicago, Illinois are quite the scene. Not as dirty as one might’ve expected them, but still dark. Dark enough to be the place where Alexander Lyndon makes his stay just before going to war. The man’s hair flows wildly in front of his face and his smirk just appears in the spaces between strings of brown hair. Lyndon lets out a sigh and begins to talk.
Alexander Lyndon:
I love the term war… it encompases many things, all around the single concept of conflict… which is the basis for the world we live in.
Lyndon’s right hand runs from his face all the way to the back of his head, dragging with it the hair that was covering his face as he continues talking.
Alexander Lyndon:
Many of us utilize that word… war… to describe what we’re going to before each and every fight. We use it because we believe wholeheartedly that there’s a prize at the end and whoever gets their hand raised, is the victor. Yet, war… is not as black and white as we make it out to be. Sometimes the real winners are lurking in the shadows, while those doing battle are just risking it all being mere pawns in the chessboard of those who believe themselves to have everything figured out.
Lyndon chuckles as he just looks to the wall on his right side and continues without looking directly towards the camera.
Alexander Lyndon:
Isn’t that so, little girl? Isn’t that the case here? You’re making sure the one that truly knows your nature, the one that knows how and why you’re pulling the strings is vanquished. You hired a rook to take out a perceived pawn… only to realize that pawn was really the bishop and now his words are spreading like wildfire and they’ll come for you. Little girl, you have learned a lot since I last saw you… but you forgot one thing about me… I’m less concerned about the tangible things most of those under your thumb are concerned… and all I want is for the world to understand it’s true chaotic nature. You think yourself safe in your marble tower, but the rook will fall… the idea will continue and some day… your tower will crumble to dust once you get hit by the earthquake of reality.
Alexander Lyndon stood up, understanding the time was almost up. He walked past the camera as it followed him and uttered some final words.
Alexander Lyndon:
Men die… ideas, little girl… ideas are forever.
The cameras are ringside when the sound of a very familiar theme begins to play, those in attendance began cheering as the one and only Keelan Jayce emerges through the curtain. He’s obviously not quite dressed to complete as his attire is a little more casual, a pair of lightly tinted shades, a sweater and comfortable pants adorn his frame as he delightfully makes his way down to the ring with a smile on his face.
Being handed a microphone he’s quick to silence the audience some before he lifts the mic to his lips.
Keelan Jayce:
Oi Mates, eets been a wee bit of time since’n ya got ta hear from your favorite bloke, ‘uh?
The obvious over exaggeration of his accent made for a bit of quick humor before he shook it off and took on a more serious tone.
Keelan Jayce:
Well we all knew the night was coming, As much as some might call it an undeserving bought. The bookers and management have decided to grant me yet another chance at lifting the gold off of Megan Monroe. The Intercontinental Champion has held the belt in her grasp for well over 250 days now and despite what she may think . . . it does require a bit of acknowledgement on an achievement of that length.
He pauses.
Keelan Jayce:
Its rare a champion in this business can hold on to a belt for such a length because there is always a new hungry competitor to make a name for themselves, a new challenge to face, and opposing odds. Thus, when a person does achieve such status it earns a certain amount of respect.
He laughs slightly.
Keelan Jayce:
And had she not thrown a tantrum like she’s known to do she may have earned that speech tonight. Nevertheless, we’ve seen that...
Before he can finish his sentence, "Ludens" by Bring Me The Horizon blares over the PA system as Megan Monroe appears at the top of the entrance ramp with the IC Championship on her shoulder and microphone in hand. The music stops playing and she begins to speak.
Megan Monroe:
Really, Keelan? You think because I defend my honor and my actions, that I don’t deserve the respect I deserve as the first ever Intercontinental Champion? A reign that had lasted since all the way back in March of this year? REALLY!?
Before Keelan could respond, Monroe kept on her tirade.
Megan Monroe:
It’s men like you who continue to downplay all of the things I’ve accomplished. First Donovan Keane and now Keelan Jayce. What a fucking disgrace! But just like Donovan paid the price when facing off against a REAL man like Pierce, you’re going to pay tonight when I leave you a bloody mess. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?
Keelan held his composure for a moment before blinking rapidly, a laugh coming to lips shortly thereafter.
Keelan Jayce:
Confused again are we? You weren’t defending your honor, love. You were replying to a comment I made towards my girlfriend and her successful defense of her title. Men like me.
He chuckles again.
Keelan Jayce:
Men like me don’t need to be taught respect, we know how to freely give it, when its earned sheila. Is it my fault that every single match you’ve had involving the Intercontinental title has been dripping with discontent? It is my fault that despite your very capable talents you still choose to instead of do thing the right way, take an easier path because you like to be contrary?
He pauses now growing more serious.
Keelan Jayce:
You can say it was defending your honor all you like, and you can claim you will leave me as bloody as the last guy tried to do, but I promise you this, MEGAN. It doesn’t matter what you do to me or how big of a fuss you make, no one is every going to take you as being credible until you start to do so yourself.
He paused now removing the glasses from his face so she could see him clearly.
Keelan Jayce:
But if you think for a moment that I’m going to let some mild threat stop me from teaching you a lesson you damn well need to learn, you’re wrong.
Megan Monroe:
MILD THREAT!?
Megan scoffed and rolled her eyes.
Megan Monroe:
Do you know who in the hell I am? I was trained not only by Blyss Lockhart but by Seth Iser. Do you know what that means? Of course you don’t. But let me fill you in on something… it means that I am as dangerous as they come. You and Sophie? You’re both soft. You both like living in comfort in your little safe space but me? I can go dark. I can do to the outer edges and do whatever it takes to take and keep what I want and that’s why neither of you stand a fucking chance against me. Do you got that?
Keelan smiled once more before offering a solid hand clap, probably to the audiences surprise.
Keelan Jayce:
Well done, delivering the script just as recited. Remember that thing I said about mantras meg? Recited verse? I don’t give a rat’s who your damn trainers are, they’re not the ones picking this fight, you are! Blyss of course I know her. Amazing wrestler and yet again someone else you decided to stab in the back in your little tirade to pretend that you’re something that you’re not. I’m dark, I’m menacing, I am tough! Yet all of these people see exactly what I do, someone stammering around and stomping her feet until you believe the lie she’s trying to sell. You could’ve walked out here and just, “Oi KJ you think oi can’t whoop your arse, let me prove it to you.” and then have the nerve to call me soft.
He laughed gutturally.
Keelan Jayce:
Sophie’s not even out here to defend herself, but if she were I’m sure she’d be just as highly amused by the outburst. I want to believe you Megan, really I do, but time and time again you give us the reason not too, but trying to intimidate me with how dark you can be? That’s not going to absolve anyone but you, sheila. I climb mountains, scale peaks, sky dive, you name it. No sort of extreme is going to intimidate me but really show me how dark you can be, that way when it starts eating you alive you’ll learn that some things you don’t play with.
He gave a wink.
Keelan Jayce:
As for me, you want to feel like you have something to prove, then prove it. Show me!
He leans over the rope now staring at her intently waiting for her response. Meg looks like she’s about to blow a fuse when she finally takes a deep breath and exhales.
Megan Monroe:
You’re going to regret doubting my abilities and what I’m capable of. Mark my words, tonight? You will pay.
Meg drops the mic and she stares down towards the ring with Keelan staring back at her. The two are in a staring contest when the scene cuts away.
Steel Cage Match
BROOKFORD VS Alexander LyndonA rematch from Night two of By Any Means, same men involved, same stipulation. What was very different though was BROOKFORD’s mindset, especially after the numerous opportunities Lyndon cost him with his intermission in the Problem Solver’s match. He took him down right off the gate with a clothesline, and a second one when Lyndon popped right back up to his feet. The third one was ducked by the Dead Soul who draped his arm around the big man’s neck and hooked his leg with BROOKFORD’s one, falling backward and taking him down with a russian leg sweep. The former Underground Dynasty champion didn’t stay down for long though, going right back on the attack with some straight punches. Lyndon fought back, the exchange as brutal as you can imagine it to be between two powerhouses with no love lost between them. Seeing Alexander coming out on top might have been a surprise to some, but Lyndon had some heavy hands and he knew how to use them, catching BROOKFORD with an uppercut to the chin. He then hit him with a bionic elbow to the top of the head, knocking him on all fours and then curb stomping him into the mat. As the match continued, the level of violence was bound to increase. The cage itself became a weapon as BROOKFORD ground the side of Alexander’s face against the cold steel. He then took a run to the opposite side of the ring, hitting the ropes and coming back at full speed with a big boot to the head so hard that it made the entire structure shake. Lyndon went down, a trickle of blood coming down from his temple. But still, when BROOKFORD laid on top of him, he kicked out with authority. This didn’t prevent him from being tossed around by the Problem Solver though, now in full control. There was the sitout spinebuster, the pumphandle powerslam and the spinning sideslam, the man from Hell’s Kitchen really pulling out every tool in his arsenal to try keep Lyndon down, to no avail. The Dead Soul just didn’t stay dead, which started to frustrate BROOKFORD. The PS groaned in pain when Lyndon caught him off guard with a low blow. As he doubled over in pain. Lyndon put his head between his legs and piledrived him into the canvas. Could this be enough to keep him down? Hell no. And neither was the impressive german suplex after pushing him against the cage. But the wind had changed, and Lyndon was the one dictating the pace of the match now, throwing the former UG Dynasty champion against the ropes and connecting a samoan drop. BROOKFORD paid his tribute in blood as well, and it couldn’t be otherwise in a match like this. It didn’t happen against the cage though, but on the turnbuckle Lyndon exposed right before he picked the 265 pounder on his shoulder and dropped him on top of it. BROOKFORD stumbled around as he tried to wipe off the blood hindering his vision, walking right into a kick to the stomach from Alexander who lifted him in a suplex position and planted him into the canvas with the Flagship DDT. The following pinning predicament was as close to three as it could be. And yet, the match continued. Desperate times call for desperate measures and just like Lyndon did before, BROOKFORD went low with a kick between the legs. He almost turned the Dead Soul inside out with a devastating lariat, but it couldn’t keep him down. The Problem… Solved, BROOKFORD’s patented dragon screw neck whip worked back in July, as well as giving him so many wins in his career, and the 32 years old went for it once again, connecting it and making the cover. There was the one, the two, but not the three, the referee’s hand stopping inches away from the canvas. You could tell BROOKFORD was frustrated by the way he slammed his fist on the mat, arguing with the official about an alleged slowness in his count. But he quickly recomposed himself when Lyndon picked himself up and trapped him in his Lights Out, the half nelson choke with body scissors. Alexander tried to fight back, but his forces were abandoning him. “They know…” Lyndon whispered with a smile on his face, moments before passing out. WINNER: BROOKFORD BY: Submission (Lights Out), 16:27 |
Peyton Holland: "And Brookford won, just like he did at By Any Means."
Ambra Monroe: "Who was Lyndon talking about? Who are they?"
Peyton Holland: "I have a better question, WHAT was he talking about? The guy speaks in riddles."
Ambra Monroe: "I guess that's the whole point, isn't it? He seemed pretty sure that someone understood his message, and I'm wondering what that means for Millennium."
Ambra Monroe: "Who was Lyndon talking about? Who are they?"
Peyton Holland: "I have a better question, WHAT was he talking about? The guy speaks in riddles."
Ambra Monroe: "I guess that's the whole point, isn't it? He seemed pretty sure that someone understood his message, and I'm wondering what that means for Millennium."
Backstage we find “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock standing up next to a Coup De Grâce poster. The lovely blonde is already dressed in her royal purple colored two piece wrestling gear. She has both of her championship belts with her, one the MWE Riot Championship and the other the SCW Adrenaline Championship. A confident, not smug but simply confident, look is etched across her beautiful features as she stares into the camera.
Glory Braddock:
All good things must come to an end eventually. It is a painful, harsh fact of life that nothing lasts forever, nothing except memories. You can make memories and histories, you can write your legacy and your legacy will last forever alongside those memories and that history. My father knew all that too well, because he wanted to cement his legacy by competing in the Olympic Games as a wrestler, but an injury forced him into an early retirement. His legacy would have been lost amongst an ocean’s worth of great European wrestling talent. He would have been nameless. So he started a wrestling school and he passed on his great wrestling knowledge to the next generation, and they would pass it on to the generation after them. This way his legacy would live forever through talents such as Sophie O’Brian...a former four time World Champion in her own right and after tonight the new MWE Intercontinental Champion, Julia Braddock...a former world champion, my sister, who nearly built an entire wrestling company on her back...and me, a fourteen time former world champion and your reigning MWE Riot Champion.
The British Bombshell nods in the direction of her Riot Championship belt.
Glory Braddock:
Henri Black, you want this. You want it badly and I can tell. You speak of being the alpha, the best of the best on Riot, but then I came along I upset the status quo. I became your biggest threat. I became your own personal Mt. Everest that you so desperately needed to climb, a challenge you needed to overcome to prove your superiority. And in like fashion I am too prideful to just step away and let you have that top spot.
Braddock chuckles lightly.
Glory Braddock:
You’re right, Henri, we are alike in so many ways. Neither one of us would back down, we both wanted to be the best on the riot brand and that led to one of the best if not THE single best rivalry the Riot Brand has ever seen. Hell, I would go as far as to say that our rivalry is quite possibly better than anything this company has ever produced. We’ve fought in singles matches, we’ve had a four way dance, and we’ve had a best of five series. At the end of it all I stood up as the new MWE Riot Champion. But I knew that would not be the end of it. I knew there would be more to come because Glory Braddock and Henri Black seem destined to fight each other, a battle for supremacy. But just as I said, all good things must come to an end, and tonight at Coups De Grace, this may very well be the end of the Glory Braddock and Henri Black rivalry.
The Riot Champion points a finger at the camera, as if pointing at Henri himself.
Glory Braddock:
You are so hell bent on being the best, you are so determined on being the alpha of Riot, that you have decided to put this entire rivalry on the line in one night. If I win tonight, if I beat you in this two out of three falls match, you are moving to the Millennium brand. It is a bold move, Henri, and I credit you with the guts to put your money where your mouth is. You know as well as I do that with the stipulations you have introduced, and the history of our rivalry, that if I do win and if I do end this tonight with a victory, that I will be remembered as the better competitor forever and for always. No matter the circumstances behind the outcome, no matter how I won, if I win and beat you again then I will be forever recognized as the better wrestler. It’s unfair but it’s just how history works because history is written by the winners. You know it and I know it. The fact that you’re willing to risk that shows your guts and that’s why I respect the hell out of you, Henri.
Braddock shakes her head.
Glory Braddock:
Respect aside, you are right...we are the same in every fashion. Sure, you say I run with a pack, but my pack of wolves are there just to watch my back and I, in turn, watch theirs. Tonight I have no intention of getting physically involved in Sophie’s championship match. But if Megan ends up bringing in outside help, proving yet again that dimwitted slapper can’t do a damn thing on her own, then you can believe that I will be down there to even the odds. And Sophie knows to not get involved tonight when I defend the Riot Championship against you Henri. She will only get involved inf someone decides to stick their nose where it doesn’t belong, just as they did a couple weeks ago when I had my opportunity to take down then MWE World Champion Kelsey Spencer. So rest assured, Henri, that tonight it will be just you and just me. And you can also rest assured that tonight will be the end of an era, because all good things must come to an end and while this rivalry has been incredible for Riot and for professional wrestling, it was you who put everything on the line. And yes, it was gutsy of you to do that, but you must also remember who the hell I am.
Braddock smirks.
Glory Braddock:
I am Glory Braddock, I am one of the best mat wrestlers in the business today, I am a submission expert, and yes, some would argue that I am The Best in the World. But I’m done calling myself The Best in the World. Instead I am going to let my actions speak for themselves and tonight, I will put an end to the Glory Braddock and Henri Black rivalry by defeating you for the very last time.
The British Bombshell holds up her MWE Riot Championship title belt.
Glory Braddock:
Because I will leave this arena tonight still the MWE Riot Champion or I will die trying. Sic Semper Tyrannis…
Backstage, beside a series of Coup De Grâce posters featuring the various matchups for the two-night event, Henri Black leans with his shoulder against the wall, watching as staff scurry back and forth setting up the arena for the night’s festivities.
Henri Black:
I’ve had to do a lot of soul searching in recent months, questions have started cropping up in my mind that I had hoped to banish when I arrived here. Questions about whether or not I’m still the most dangerous man in the room, whether I still have what it takes to compete at the very highest levels of this sport.
Henri sighs and looks to the side, the camera panning to show the event poster promoting Henri Black vs Glory Braddock in their two out of three falls match.
Henri Black:
Oh don’t get me wrong I can tear my way through almost anyone on this roster, as I have proven over the past month, but those are the rank and file not slouches by any means but there are always those who stand above the pack, the Alphas so to speak. I have always fancied myself as one of those special few, even during the dark days, I knew that all I needed was the opportunity to shine. For over three years I was never granted a singles match with a championship on the line and then as soon as that streak was broken I claimed my third World Championship, a title that I technically still hold, and then the promotion went on an indefinite hiatus.
Leaning his head back against the wall and looking at the ceiling lights and letting out a small ‘huh’ Henri continues.
Henri Black:
But that changed here on Riot, oh sure that Fatal Fourway could have so easily ended very differently, a matter of a single second and glory would have been mine, and that best of five series was perhaps the single greatest example of what the younger generation should aspire to be that I have ever seen, but in the end, Glory still beat me and so now the questions have started echoing again.
Pushing away from the wall Henri unbuttons his blazer and takes a deep breath.
Henri Black:
I’ve given a great deal of thought to everything I’ve said tonight, and this next bombshell is no different, I assure you this is not a decision I make lightly, but at the end of the day it’s whats best for absolutely everybody involved... well, almost everyone. Moretti might not agree, but who knows.
Hanging his head with a sad smile Henri shakes himself to clear his mind.
Henri Black:
Glory, I told you months ago that we were the same and yet different. You are the Wolf running with her pack while I am the solitary predator, always hunting alone. I told you that only one of us can rule on Riot and I meant every word because after tonight, one way or another, there will only be one apex predator on Riot... because if I lose tonight, I will sign this.
Henri pulls an envelope out of his breast pocket and removes a document, unfolding it for the camera
Henri Black:
This is an exclusive contract for direct from the desk of Elsa McCarthy on Millennium, effective as of tomorrow, all it needs is my signature. Don’t mistake me, however, I won’t go down without a fight and this is just plan B but you know what they say about the best-laid plans of mice and men.
Walking down the hall away from the camera Henri stops and looks back over his shoulder
Henri Black:
I hope you’re ready because if this is going to be the end of my time on Riot then it’s going to be the single most spectacular ending that this world has ever seen. War is coming Glory, and only one of us will survive.
With that, the scene ends and the camera fades to black.
Riot Championship Match
2/3 Falls Match
Glory Braddock (c) VS Henri Black2/3 Falls Match
This match was a sort of deja-vu for the MWE fans. Not the first time these two shared the ring, everybody remembers their best of five series for the at the time Vacant Riot championship, culminating in the two matches in two nights at By Any Means. This next chapter in their long rivalry was going to require them to go the extra mile, having to beat the opponent not once but twice to retain, or win, the coveted Riot championship. Things immediately got downhill for Henri, two minutes in and he scored the first pinfall with the Black Sacrament to the back of Braddock’s head. On top of giving him the advantage when it comes to falls, the devastating strike really did a number on Glory, and the reigning and defending champion looked to be at the complete mercy of the challenger. Henri hit his trifecta of german suplexes, bridging the last one and coming incredibly close to a shocking clean sweep on the Best In The World. Braddock left the ring to get herself together and regroup, but the Blackstar was not going to give her any chance to find her footing in a match that was going beyond his most optimistic expectations. He charged at her for a clothesline but Glory ducked it. She turned around and kicked him in the liver, dropping him on his back with a clothesline of her own. The British Bombshell climbed back on the apron and was about to enter the ring, changing her mind at the very last moment and jumping on the opponent with a senton. Black barely beat the count, entering the ring only at nine and walking right into some kicks to the head from Glory who then pulled him in leaving his feet on the middle rope and keeping him suspended like that for a few seconds before dropping him on his head with a ddt and going for an immediate cover. She was too close to the ropes tho, and Henri didn’t even have to put in the effort of kicking out to stay in the match. Braddock didn’t slow down though, locking her arms around his head in a front facelock as she pulled him up to his feet and drove her knee on his face four times. The Blackstar was obviously staggered, stumbling back toward the center of the ring. Glory sprinted to the ropes and hit him from behind with a chop block to the right leg. Clearly she wanted to take the Black Sacrament out of his arsenal by damaging that leg, and having tried in the early minutes how devastating Henri’s claymore kick can be, this was probably the best course of action for the British Bombshell. Black found himself locked in a figure four, but he managed to turn it around and reverse the pressure on Braddock, who quickly grabbed the nearby ropes. Moments later and Glory had him in the excruciating Glorify Thy Name (indian deathlock). A smart man would have tapped out to it immediately, limiting the damage and entering the final and decisive fall in the best possible shape. But not Henri, he held on, refusing to give up no matter the levels of pain he was feeling. It took him a long damn time, but he eventually reached the ropes and held onto them. From that moment he only had to bear the pain for four more seconds, until the referee forced the break. He was still leading 1-0, but at what price? The leg looked pretty damaged, causing him to walk with a limp and offering Braddock a huge target to go at. And you can bet the Best In The World wouldn’t pass on that opportunity. She kicked him in the thigh, and she kicked hard. Henri’s leg gave out and he fell on one knee, eating a couple of kicks to the chest. Stubborn as ever he stood up once more. Glory feigned another kick to the leg, aiming higher when he went to protect it and hitting him on the ribs. She then followed with a knee to the chin, staggering him back a few steps and catching him with the Gloria In Excelsis Deo (codebreaker). She made the cover, but shockingly it was only two. Shaking her head, she got up and waited for him to pull himself up. It was a pretty long wait, but as soon as he did, she was right behind his back, hooking her arms with his setting him up for the Glorification. And this time, Henri couldn’t kick out in time. And it all went down to the third and final fall. Henri pretty much on one leg, the champion visibly tired after the effort it took her to even the score but still in firm control. Black was doing his best to protect the leg, keeping himself out of Glory’s reach. But even though that was clearly her best option to end him, possibly being one submission away from retaining the title and sending Henri packing to Millennium, Braddock had many other strings to her bow. Including the Beautiful Insanity ddt that planted Black on his head. It struck almost out of nowhere, after a kick to the stomach that interrupted Henri’s comeback, one minute after the Blackstar almost got away with the win thanks to a Killshot (V-Trigger knee) that took out as much from him as it did from Glory. But there they were now, Henri flat on his back and Glory on the apron. ready to climb to the top turnbuckle and fly with the Blaze Of Glory. One flash, the last desperate attempt to prevent a fate that looked cast in stone already. Henri pulled himself together and hit Braddock with a right punch to the ribs. He then pulled her on his shoulders in an electric chair position and walked toward the center of the ring. He faltered, his legs almost betrayed him but he managed to keep balance long enough to transition into a death valley driver. The fans let out a gasp at the never seen before move that resulted in the two opponents laying down on the mat, a short distance from one another. Glory wasn’t moving, Henri barely did and clawed toward the opponent, laying his harm on her chest. Not much of a cover there but enough to get the win, and the Riot championship. WINNER: Henri Black (NEW RIOT CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (2-1 Parabellum), 24:21 |
Amy Maynard: "That was the Parabellum... Henri told me yesterday that he had some ace up his sleeve and he wasn't lying! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!"
Sir Figgles: "For a moment I hoped we could get rid of him once and for all, and now I have to see him parading around with the gold?"
Amy Maynard: "Why don't YOU go to Millennium instead? I'm sure Peyton would love to have you as your partner."
Sir Figgles: "Ugh, that woman hates him."
Amy Maynard: "I wonder why.."
We open backstage in a dark, dirty part of the arena. It is dimly lit and hard to see but what we can make out is that a feminine figure with long black hair is seated on the floor with her back turned towards the camera. There is an eerie calm as the camera slowly starts to close in on the female. The camera stops suddenly when the woman speaks, and her voice is immediately recognizable as that of Sophie O’Brian.
Sophie O’Brian:
Forgive me,for I am about to sin…
She pauses momentarily.
Sophie O’Brian:
Humanity has fallen. It is in our nature to do wrong, it is in our nature to steal, murder, betray, and commit any other acts of sin all in the name of obtaining that delicious fruit of the tree of life. We want, what we want, when we want it, and we will do anything to have it. This is the reason behind The Crusades, this is the reason behind the great age of exploration when imperial powers ran roughshod through indigenous peoples, this is the reason behind both World Wars. Every despicable, evil act in human history can be traced back to our nature.
Sophie slowly stands up. She turns to face the camera and we can see the look of intensity upon her face.
Sophie O’Brian:
I became a success because unlike most I have not tried to fight who I am. I embraced my nature, I did not run from it. My best friend Glory Braddock has always believed that I am better than that. She has always believed that there is good in me and that I can be a success while refusing to give in to my nature. It is for this reason that I now ask my best friend Glory Braddock for forgiveness, because tonight I will let her down. Tonight I will disappoint her.
Sophie sneers.
Sophie O’Brian:
Since my arrival in MWE I have tried to turn away from my nature. I believed in my best friend and I tried to prove her right and become a success without embracing my dark, sinful nature. All I have done is prove her wrong at every turn. I have had an opportunity at the MWE World Championship only to be denied because of outside interference from APE, outside interference that never would have been a factor had I been embracing my darkness. I had an opportunity to become Intercontinental Champion but I have been denied again and again by Megan Monroe, not because she was better than me, but because she was willing to do anything to get what she wanted and I limited myself to what was within the boundaries of accepted norm. And what is worse about her is that she has made a fool of me time and time again.
Sophie shakes her head.
Sophie O’Brian:
I cannot let that stand. I am getting another opportunity to night to become Intercontinental Champion and I guarantee that I will not be made a fool of again. So to my best friend and to any and all fans who have believed in me, I apologize in advance for letting you down. I will get my revenge tonight and I will pry the Intercontinental Championship away from Megan’s bloody rotting carcass if I have to, because I will embrace the darkness. I will embrace my nature.
She sighs deeply.
Sophie O’Brian:
As for you, Keelan Jayce, you have my respect, but you are also in my way. No stone will be left unturned and anyone who opposes me will be brought down to their knees. Tonight at Coup De Grâce, the wrestling world will bear witness to the return of my policy of Total War. The policy of Scorched Earth and Total War will bring you and Meagan down and it will bring me the MWE Intercontinental Championship.
Lion's Den Match
Dreadnought VS Duke AndrewsThe small nine foot structure that had been sitting to the side of the stage was now the focal point of Coup De Grace. The referee on the outside sliding the chain through the door and attaching the lock as the bell rang. It didn’t take long for the two monsters to lock horns in the center of the steel structure. Dreadnought getting the upper hand as he pushes Duke Andrews into the cold steel violently. With Duke pinned against the steel, Dreadnought unloaded a fury of body shots to the ribs of The Epitome of Perfection. Trying to shield himself, Duke turned and landed an elbow to the side of the head to create some separation. Once Dreadnought stumbled backwards, Duke used his agility to run up the side of the steel and hit a moonsault that knocked both competitors to the hard mat. The loud crash echoing as Duke popped back to his feet, and went for a quick elbow drop to the head of Dreadnought, who quickly escaped. Both men back to their feet as Duke smirked in the direction of his opponent who then charged and drove Duke into the steel once again. Instead of going for more body damage, Dread ripped the shirt off of Dukes chest. Exposing his chest and abs before hitting a hard chop with his right. And left. And right. And left. And right. And left. Duke fell to the mat and Dread backed up before running up and hitting his own version of the Kill Shot. Dukes head smashed into the steel before he collapsed to the mat. Dread quickly pulled him to the middle of the mat before walking to the edge. Searching between the mat and the steel cage before finally finding what he was looking for. He turned his back and flicked his right wrist, letting the expandable baton go to full length. He began to stalk his opponent but Duke was getting back to his feet. Once he was standing he looked at the weapon in hand and then up at the much larger monster. Almost egging Dreadnought on, Duke ripped the rest of his shirt off and begged the monster to come after him. Dread shrugged his shoulders and charged. Swinging the baton at Duke like he did to Nina, but Duke jumped up and caught Dreadnought in a guillotine choke. His arms wrapped around the neck and head as he quickly cinched in the lock. Duke wrapped his legs around the hips of the big monster and leaned back. Slowly Dread was going down. Duke let out a grunt as Dreadnought went to his knees and then to the mat. Another hard cinch by Duke had the big man out. His hand released the baton before he finally went limp as the bell rang. Duke held onto the hold as the referee opened the door and came in to separate the two. Duke quickly spun off of the hold and popped to his feet and threw his hand in the air as his eye spotted the baton. He quickly snatched the baton and unloaded a barrage of body blows to Dreadnought for good measure. WINNER: Duke Andrews BY: Submission (Guillotine Choke), 12:32 |
Ambra Monroe: "Not many people would have bet on him, but Duke walked out of the Lion's Den with his hand raised."
Peyton Holland: "Impressive feat by the former Lockdown Champion and a clear message sent out to Sandstorm Inc, more so after the attack on Envy."
Ambra Monroe: "Speaking of Alan, we don't have any update yet, he's being checked at the local hospital and Abi is there, ready to fill us in as soon as she gets some infos."
DECEMBER 30TH, EXCLUSIVELY ON MENTV
Peyton Holland: "Impressive feat by the former Lockdown Champion and a clear message sent out to Sandstorm Inc, more so after the attack on Envy."
Ambra Monroe: "Speaking of Alan, we don't have any update yet, he's being checked at the local hospital and Abi is there, ready to fill us in as soon as she gets some infos."
DECEMBER 30TH, EXCLUSIVELY ON MENTV
MWE Intercontinental Championship Match
Triple Threat Match
Megan Monroe (c) VS Keelan Jayce VS Sophie O'Brian
Amy Maynard: “Megan Monroe, Keelan Jayce and Sophie O’Brian are no strangers to each other, they’ve been doing this dance for quite sometimes.” Sir Figgles: “For a bit too long, if you ask me.” Amy Maynard: “The Intercontinental Champion has already faced them in singles competition with the title on the line, surviving every time even though not without controversy. A triple threat match is a whole different beast though, Monroe could lose her title without even being pinned or submitted.” Sir Figgles: “And her guardian angel Seth Iser is in the hospital with his briefcase. If things get hot, the champ is on her own tonight.” Megan surely had a target on her back, and it was Sophie who charged at her first. O’Brian was certainly not amused by what the champion had said before, and she translated her thoughts in hard punches to the jaw. Keelan stood aside, watching the two women trading punches and entertaining the fans in the meantime. When Sophie dropped Megan with a discus elbow, he charged at Total War and took her down with a sling blade. He used a kip-up to get back on his feet, popping up right into a superkick from the champion who tried to end this early, only getting a count of one. If you thought that the quick pace Megan and Keelan surely brought into this match could be an issue for the usually more staid Sophie, well think again. Sure, she couldn’t quite fly like Megan did, using the ropes as springboards for all sort of attacks, clotheslines, crossbodies and kicks alike, and she couldn’t dance around the ring and the opponents like Jayce who avoided the two women’s attacks with cartwheels and flips, with shoulder rolls and every other acrobatic evasion you can picture, but she surely showed she could keep their rhythm. Her experience and instinct did the rest, allowing her to counter the Aussie’s cartwheel enziguri with a superkick and quickly turn around to catch Megan’s springboard crossbody attempt mid-flight with the Death Of Wisdom codebreaker. She covered the champion and obtained a two, going to pin Keelan right after with the same outcome. Amy Maynard: “Sophie looks in great shape tonight, focused and determined to bring some gold back to the Golden Era.” Sir Figgles: “She’s swatting them like the annoying flies they are.” Divide Et Impera, the maxim attributed to Philip II Of Macedon was surely not unknown to Sophie, and she was applying it to perfection tonight. She threw Keelan out of the ring and focused on Megan. The champion absorbed O’Brian’s first strikes and started fighting back, staggering the challenger with a jumping knee strike. Now that she put some separation between them, she could perform her crescent kick and send the challenger flat on her back. Megan approached the laying opponent, not wasting the occasion to mock her. Bad choice, as Sophie caught her in the Shekinah Glory triangle choke. The champion was gasping for air, the tight hold quickly wearing her down. The more she fought back, the more pressure Sophie put around her trachea. Megan’s face grew red, she was struggling to breathe and it looked like she was about to tap out, or pass out. From the sky Keelan fell on the two women with a shooting star press, saving the champion and his own chances to win the title. Sophie was right there where he wanted her, and he jumped landing on her chest with a double foot stomp. From there he performed a standing moonsault. Amy Maynard: “The True Blue! Can this be it?” Sir Figgles: “Of course not, see? O’Brian kicked out easily.” Not quite, but she kicked out nonetheless. Jayce switched to a less expensive style, relying less on his flips and more on strikes and throws. It worked out just fine for him, he took out Meg with the short arm clothesline and caught Sophie with a sidewalk slam. Megan caught him from behind with a backstabber and climbed to the top for the Fly-Dell phoenix splash. Keelan was quick to get up and reach Megan on top, trying to hit a super german suplex. The champion clung onto the ropes, blocking his attempt. Sir Figgles: “Where is Sophie going?” The Belfast born slipped between his legs and hooked them, powerbombing him all the way down as he finally suplexed Megan. O’Brian’s attempt to pin Keelan only resulted in a two count, Megan was back on her feet already and sent Sophie down with a bicycle kick. She has something for Keelan too, a discus elbow smash that sent him against the near ropes and bouncing back into a spinning heel kick. There came Sophie, hitting an enziguri to the side of Meg’s head and sending her through the ropes. Keelan kicked her in the stomach and then caught her with a swinging neckbreaker. And then the whole audience gasped as Jayce hit his Aussie salute, the spectacular Double Gainer splash. Amy Maynard: “It’s over! One, Two, Thr… Wait where did the referee go?” Megan dragged the referee out of the ring, interrupting his count. The referee shouted at her, Keelan was even more livid and he grabbed the ropes, ready to fly on the outside to take Monroe out. But Sophie grabbed his shoulder and spun him around… SCORCHED EARTH POLICY! Keelan’s incredible reflexes allowed him to get his face burnt to a crisp by the fireball, raising his arms and moving his head aside. But it gave her time to pick him up and connect the Ode To Braddock (swinging fisherman neckbreaker), making a quick cover as the referee entered the ring again. Megan was back in as well, and she went straight for the ropes to blast Sophie with the Mega Kick. To make sure she’d stay down, she hit the Beautiful Disaster DDT. It was over, by hook or by crook Megan retained her title once again. WINNER: Megan Monroe (STILL MWE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Beautiful Disaster), 19:37 |
The bell rings and Megan Monroe is announced the winner of the triple threat match for the Intercontinental Championship. She looks over at the ring announcer and demands a mic be handed to her. She soon gets it and she catches her breath before she begins to speak.
Megan Monroe:
I told all of you!! I can’t be beaten! Keelan Jayce? Sophie O’Brian? YOU ARE NOTHING!
Megan yelled out before she paused and took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
Megan Monroe:
I have been here since day one, since this company was once known as Pride! I am the cornerstone of Millennium, I am the building block that this company was made off of. I was here before all of you and I’ve scrapped and clawed to get where I was now.
She walked up to the ropes and leaned over them as she peered into the camera recording her.
Megan Monroe:
I’ve proved all the doubters wrong, even Chuck Matthews admitted that he was wrong about me. But that’s because I washed off the Rydell stink that I had following me and I blazed a new path, a new legacy. I am Megan Monroe and I am the greatest champion this company has ever seen… I am your Intercontinental Champion!
Finally, a cocky smirk crosses over her lips.
Megan Monroe:
You see, I’m not a flash in the pan like Tiffany Rollins, who held onto the Cloud Gate Championship for over a year but then flamed out so badly, she now has to train with training wheels over in the Academy with a bunch of fucking teenagers!
She scoffed and shook her head.
Megan Monroe:
She is beneath me. Just like every single one of you. I am the star of this company and there isn’t a damn thing any of you can do about it.
Megan threw the mic down on the ground and “Ludens” by Bring Me The Horizon blares over the PA system as she makes her way out of the ring and up the ramp.
Megan Monroe:
I told all of you!! I can’t be beaten! Keelan Jayce? Sophie O’Brian? YOU ARE NOTHING!
Megan yelled out before she paused and took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
Megan Monroe:
I have been here since day one, since this company was once known as Pride! I am the cornerstone of Millennium, I am the building block that this company was made off of. I was here before all of you and I’ve scrapped and clawed to get where I was now.
She walked up to the ropes and leaned over them as she peered into the camera recording her.
Megan Monroe:
I’ve proved all the doubters wrong, even Chuck Matthews admitted that he was wrong about me. But that’s because I washed off the Rydell stink that I had following me and I blazed a new path, a new legacy. I am Megan Monroe and I am the greatest champion this company has ever seen… I am your Intercontinental Champion!
Finally, a cocky smirk crosses over her lips.
Megan Monroe:
You see, I’m not a flash in the pan like Tiffany Rollins, who held onto the Cloud Gate Championship for over a year but then flamed out so badly, she now has to train with training wheels over in the Academy with a bunch of fucking teenagers!
She scoffed and shook her head.
Megan Monroe:
She is beneath me. Just like every single one of you. I am the star of this company and there isn’t a damn thing any of you can do about it.
Megan threw the mic down on the ground and “Ludens” by Bring Me The Horizon blares over the PA system as she makes her way out of the ring and up the ramp.
We find ourselves backstage in the quietest of corners in what would normally be the loudest of dressing rooms. The rest of Sandstorm, Inc. had been kicked out long ago, the festive island decorations removed, and any mixed drinks downed. There was no music or good vibrations. There was only silence. Silence, and Devin Hearst. Hearst was not wearing his typical flowery shirt or ludicrously expensive sunglasses, opting to take things down to his ring gear, a steel folding chair, and most importantly, the MWE World Championship. Hearst leans forward in his chair, elbows perched on his knees and his chin on his folded hands as if in prayer, locked into some manic trance. His eyes wide as saucers, Hearst stares just beyond the gold of the championship held in his folded hands to a place below where we can see. Even as he begins to speak, he doesn’t break his gaze.
Devin Hearst:
This isn’t a story about how I tricked Millennium. It’s not about some villainous plan or scheme for world domination. That match, our plan, this world championship … this is all part of the way of the world. It’s an uncommon statement in professional wrestling that this world is based in natural selection; the survival of the fittest. Everyone wants to be the alpha … but there’s only one alpha. Me. This is not a story about being the best wrestler in the world. I am not the best wrestler in the world, but I am the best general. One good soldier doesn’t win a war, no matter the battlefield, and Millennium is full of good soldiers. I can sell a lot of you short, but it’s got nothing to do with talent. It’s mentality. Y’all think life begins and ends with ring bells. You only move match to match, chalking up wins and loses, measuring your weight by them. That’s why I’m the most dangerous man in this company. I’m real. My people are real. We’ve spent the last year, Chris and I, weaving our ways into the very DNA of this company. No us? No MWE. We’re on every poster, nearly every main event. Both of our names hang on the history of this world championship … and there’s just no room left in our plan for just a good soldier like you, Kelsey.
He doesn’t turn his head as much as snap his eyes up to the camera.
Devin Hearst:
I almost wish it wasn’t you I have to do this to. You’re a good person and a hell of a name for the company, and believe it or not I care about MWE very much. I can’t stop being a businessman, but I have to prove a point tonight, just like I did before. The last point was, at any moment, I can break anyone in this company. I’ve proven it enough. Plenty will shrug it off and I don’t blame them. Not a lot are comfortable with fear. They think it’s weakness. Tonight my message is clear: I can and will do the breaking myself. When I took the title from you, the point was to break your spirit, but unless I break your body, they can ignore the message. If anything, tonight is one big ass exclamation point at the end of the story. One that I’m gonna let you write yourself, so the tone is all up to you. Does Kelsey Spencer go out a hero, or be written out like a nameless background character? Either way…
Draping his ill-gotten gains over his thighs, Hearst places his hand firm against the gold, a sly smirk cracking onto his face.
Devin Hearst:
I’ll be happy to oblige.
MWE World Championship Match
Devin Hearst (c) VS Kelsey SpencerAmy Maynard: “Two weeks ago, Kelsey Spencer was robbed of her title in the greatest con in MWE history.” Sir Figgles: “You must admit that was brilliant.” Ambra Monroe: “Hearst and Constantine got us fooled, that’s true. Pretending to be at odds, setting up the triple threat only to play the numbers game and dethrone Spencer, when she was so close to set the new record reign.” Peyton Holland: “If she managed to hold on to it until tonight, she would have surpassed Melissa Reeves’ reign. But that doesn’t mean she won’t give it another try. No member of Sandstorm Inc. was in sight but you can tell that must have been played in the back of Kelsey’s mind, all too familiar to enter a fight outnumbered after having had to deal with Chris Constantine Junior and APE for months. Nonetheless the former champion barged in as soon as the bell rang, going at Hearst with a quick flurry of punches, dodging Hearst’s reaction and catching him with some kicks to the back of the leg. The World champion tried a backfist but this one too was ducked by Kelsey, who hit him with a nasty kick to the exposed ribs, notoriously Devin’s weak spot. This hit-and-run tactic played out perfectly in the early minutes, giving the challenger an early advantage. But eventually Hearst managed to get his hands on Kelsey, blocking her kick and dropping an elbow onto her kneecap. A grimace of pain on her face, Kelsey massaged her knee, who was quickly hit by a stiff kick that took her leg out. The former champion went down chest first on the canvas, quickly getting up right into a kick to the face from Hearst. Sir Figgles: “Great start by the champion, already in full control.” Ambra Monroe: “It’s way too soon to count Kelsey out, ask Constantine, he remembers that.” Hearst was pacing himself, absolutely in no rush as he took his time to walk around Kelsey and kick her in the ribs or spine everytime she was trying to get up. His trash talk became integral part of the soundtrack of this match, just as the jeers the fans were showering him with were. Basically he kept calling her the “most forgettable” champion, a joke, and he kept reminding her that the only reason she beat him is because Constantine got involved. “Think.” He told her, planting in her the seed of doubt, making her wonder if she only beat him because he wanted her to, making her question whether that only win she struggled so much to get wasn’t just a ruse, part of Hearst’s machiavellian plan. This lit up a fire in her, her eyes sparkling with that intensity seen only briefly in the first minutes of the contest and quickly faded as Hearst took over the momentum of the match. Amy Maynard: “Here she is, the Kelsey we all know and love!” Sir Figgles: “Speak for yourself…” The fans got behind the former champion, cheering loudly as this second wind started looking more and more like a hurricane able to blow Hearst and his reign. A headscissor takedown was followed by a low dropkick right to the face, putting Devin flat on his beck. The challenger smiled at the fans, who knew exactly what was coming next. The cartwheel leg drop, followed by a cover from which Devin kicked out in two. The champion stumbled back against the corner, dazed and taken aback by this sudden and unexpected burst of energy from the former champion, who charged at him once again and tossed him back in the middle of the ring with a monkey flip. When Hearst started getting up, Kelsey leveled him with a shining wizard, following with a standing moonsault double knee drop, landing on Hearst’s ribs and making the cover. Hearst kicked out in two once again. Peyton Holland: “Hearst was taking his sweet time, but you can’t leave even the slightest opening to Kelsey.” The former champion went high risk, climbing to the top rope and pulling out a 450 splash from her bag of tricks, landing perfectly across Devin’s chest and almost getting away with the win. So close, and yet so far. She was finding it hard to believe, starting to wonder what it would take to keep him down. A springboard crossbody could do the trick, she thought, but Devin caught her in mid air and started laughing. Shaking his head, he paced the ring before throwing halfway across the ring with a fallaway slam. Kelsey miraculously shifted her weight and landed on his feet, charging at the shocked Hearst with a single leg running dropkick, with such a strong impact that sent the champion back against the corner. He stumbled out of it right into a kick to the stomach, perfect set up to… Ambra Monroe: “DEPRIVATION DDT!!!” Amy Maynard: “She did it! She’s a two time champion! One!” … Two… ...Thre.... Peyton Holland: “He kicked out! Devin Hearst kicked out!” For a moment it looked like this hit the challenger hard. Kelsey stared at Hearst and then at the referee, pulling at her own hair in disbelief, discouraged and incredulous. The fans chanting her name brought her back to reality, giving her that confidence she seemed to have lost. She pulled up an exhausted Hearst, who shoved her back. Once again she charged, hitting him with a running forearm smash. Devin answered with a right punch to the jaw that rocked the former champion, but before he could gather enough strength for a second one, Kelsey fired back with a kick to the ribs. Hearst doubled over in pain, and Spencer went for a second Deprivation DDT, this one blocked by the champion. Hearst connected a sort of northern lights suplex, not perfect stylistically but effective nonetheless. It bought him some time to catch a breath and focus what he had left in a massive clothesline that turned Spencer inside out. He made the cover, but the challenger kicked out. Furious stomps rained down on Kelsey for close to a minute, literally kicking the life out of her. Devin picked her up and she could barely stand on her two feet, but still he felt the need to launch her in the corner, and hit his Yakuza kick. And then lift her in a suplex position, dropping her in front of him with the Desperado. The fans jeers caused him to laugh, and drag her up once again, this time for the Comedown (samoan driver). Amy Maynard: “This is getting hard to watch…” Sir Figgles: “He’s making an example out of her and I love it.” The crowd never let their support for Kelsey fade, always believing in yet another comeback from the challenger. But with every second passing, that looked more and more like a remote possibility. Hearst kept brutalizing the former champion, deaf to the insults from the fans who had had enough of this brutal and unnecessary display of power. There it was, the Sunset Rider, his patented pedigree to finish the match, one would have thought. Amy Maynard: “Oh, come on!” Hearst didn’t make the cover, believing that his first defense should need an icing on the cake. The Midnight Rider (surfboard curbstomp). Kelsey wasn’t moving, Hearst rolled her on her back and made the cover. The match was finally over, and the paramedics could rush to the ring to check on Kelsey while the champion celebrated in the ring, joined by his Sandstrom Inc. associates. WINNER: Devin Hearst: (STILL MWE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Midnight Rider), 17:50 |
Sir Figgles:
All hail the king!
Ambra Monroe:
What a statement made by the World Champion.. He sent a message, loud and clear to the rest of the roster. This is what you're going into.
Peyton Holland:
Speaking of statements... How about the one made by Megan Monroe?
Ambra Monroe:
Her words will surely ruffle some feathers...
Amy Maynard:
It was an eventful couple of nights, ladies and gentlemen. But Coupe De Grâce is officially over. Both Riot and Millennium will come back in January, but don't forget the annual appointment with Red Line, coming to you on December 30th on MENTV.
Peyton Holland:
Thank you for staying with us, and good night.