Post by gvb on Jan 11, 2021 18:55:50 GMT -6
Riot in Illinois #16
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Sunday, January 10th, 2021
The first Riot of 2021 opened up with the usual play of light while, on the notes of Skunk Anansie's hit "This Means War", an updated version of the usual intro clip aired on the tron. As the music faded out, we cut straight inside the ring where, dressed in an elegant black suit, we found... Elsa McCarthy? What is the Millennium General Manager doing here? The question didn't remain unanswered for much longer as the young woman raised the microphone to her lips.
Elsa McCarthy:
Good evening to all you Riot fans who joined us here tonight and to those watching at home. No, you didn't tune in on the wrong show and no, I didn't take over the orange brand. Vincent Moretti is still in charge around here, I'm just here to make an announcement that regards both Millennium and Riot.
She took a brief pause before continuing with her speech.
Elsa McCarthy:
I don't want to take too much time from you and the Riot stars, so I'll go straight to the point. After a talk with the CEO of Sandstorm Energy and MWE World Champion Devin Hearst...
As expected as they may have been, the loud boos the mention of Hearst's name rose from the fans startled the young General Manager. It took her a moment to gather herself, but eventually she continued with her announcement once the jeers died down.
Elsa McCarthy:
We found an agreement for a partnership deal. The Heavyweight tournament that will start next Wednesday on Millennium will be sponsored by Sandstorm Energy. Sixteen of the toughest MWE stars will be entering and competing throughout the next weeks in an elimination style tournament.
This announcement seemed to be received far better by the fans. Except the Sandstorm part, that still got a round of boos.
Elsa McCarthy:
Eight fighters from Millennium and eight from Riot, all over the 220 pounds weight limit wiil go to war. To the winner goes not only a year's supply of Sandstorm Energy, but a shot at either the Lockdown or the MENTV championship, depending on which brand they're on. The full brackets will be announced between now and Wednesday night, but just to name a few names, the likes of Riot owns' Tank Steiner, Alan Envy, Dean Smith, Neil Newman and some of the greatest Millennium stars like Duke Andrews, Matt Stone and Jacky Rex Daniels as well as, of course, the members of Sandstorm Inc will all be in it.
She was doing good, the names she mentioned may not have been fan favorites but they surely got their attention and hyped the fans. But then she mentioned Hearst's crew, and the fans once again showed their dislike for Sandstorm. Once they calmed down, Elsa continued.
Elsa McCarthy:
The final of the tournament will be at our next Pay-Per-View, Domino Effect on February 13, and the title shot must be used within the PPV after that, Dark Web III in March.
If anything, she ended on a high note announcing the third Dark Web, by far the fan's favorite pay-per-view.
Elsa McCarthy:
Anyway, I think I stole enough air time already. Enjoy the show, everyone, and have a good night.
And on that she left the ring.
Tag Team Match
Nightfall Rising VS Bad Boyz (Dré Angelo & Karib Trinidad)
The first match of the new year saw Nightfall Rising taking on Dre Angelo and Karib Trinidaf of the Bad Boyz. The opening moments saw the latter taking an early control thanks to Dré’s superior strength. The Tattooed Demon forced Jay back in the corner and punished him with vicious knee strikes to the ribcage. With a snapmare he sent him sitting in the middle of the ring, backing up for a running start that culminated in a vicious kick to the spine. As Gallagher arched his back in pain, Angelo made the first tag to Trinidad, who entered the ring and immediately drove his knee to the back of the poor Jay, wrapping his hands around his chin and pulling back into a painful chinlock. Screaming in pain, Jay eventually pulled himself up and stomped Karib’s foot, surprising him and forcing the release. As soon as he was free from the grasp, he connected a big pele kick to the Bad Boy head. The Tattooed Angel stumbled back toward his corner, where his partner was quick to make the tag. Not quick enough to reach the opposite side of the ring and prevent Jay from making the tag. From the apron, Donnie caught Dré with a kick to the head, leaving him stunned a few steps away from the ropes. Then he connected a beautiful slingshot cutter from the outside in, planting Angelo down on the canvas. He rolled him on his back and hooked the leg, but the Bad Boy raised his shoulder in two. The momentum changed halfway through the match, when Angelo almost took Donnie’s head off with a rebound clothesline, bouncing back from the ropes after Keane’s superkick. Both men were down and the referee started to count, getting up to five before they started stirring up. They were up to their feet at the same time, but if Keane had to drag himself all the way across the ring to get to Jay, Dré had his partner right within reach. The tag was made, and Karib was back in the mix. He went straight for Gallagher, knocking him off the apron with a running big boot. This way he could focus on the already worn out Donovan, locking him in an abdominal stretch and pounding his ribcage with heavy fists. From the same position he hoisted him up and dropped him on his extended knee for a rib breaker. Donovan kicked out of it, but he was pretty much defenseless against the Bad Boy. As Keane was standing groggily in the middle of the ring, Karib went for the Sick Kick (spinning heel kick), knocking the young man down. Luckily for him, Jay was there to break it up. Jay was pawing on the apron, eager to jump back inside the ring. But Donnie was struggling to even stand up, let alone creating the opening he needed to reach his partner. Dré and Karib were taking turns to beat him, blocking him in their corner and alternating in and out of the ring with quick tags. The near falls came one after another, each one of them getting closer to the three. Jay was doing his best to cheer on his partner, rallying up the fans to get behind his partner, but nothing seemed to help Donnie’s case. Once again the Bad Boyz disposed of him with a high-angle german suplex into a neckbreaker, going for another pinning predicament broken up by Jay. Keane reversed an irish whip and sent Trinidad in the corner, but when he charged in he was met by a boot to the face. He followed up with one to the mid section, doubling Donnie over and climbing up to the top rope for his Black Horizon, but Keane countered it with an atomic drop, following with a discus elbow that sent Karib against the corner. Slowly he started to crawl to the opposite corner, dragging himself toward there inch by inch. With Karib out of it, it was Dré who tried to stop Donnie from making the tag, entering the ring illegally. The referee moved on the way, blocking the Bad Boy before Keane could get to his corner. With Jay still out of reach, Donovan took advantage of the referee’s distraction and slapped his own hand, quickly rolling out of the ring. Jay entered the ring with no tag actually being made, but the referee couldn’t know it, and he considered him as the legal man. Gallagher was absolutely on fire, connecting with numerous swift kicks to chop Karib down. The other Bad Boy entered the ring once again and tried to blindside him, but he was met with a kick to the face by Gallagher. Jay really delivered his best performance tonight, coming close to the win on a few occasions. Eventually, he sealed the deal with the Jay Walking (fireman’s carry into overhead kick), picking up the win for Nightfall Rising. WINNER: Nightfall Rising BY: Pinfall (Jay Walking), 10:25 |
A video begins to play, showing a section of a garage that has been converted to a home gym, center of which is a bench press, in use by none other than Millenium’s resident Austrian, Tank Steiner. After a few reps, he would drop the bar back into place before sitting up, reaching for a bottle of water.
Tank Steiner:
So, where would anyone start with this? It’s fair to say the last year hasn’t exactly been brilliant for me. Seventeen years in the ring, sixteen if you include the year I took off whilst being conscripted into the army when I was eighteen. And much like my namesake, I took a lot of fire in that time, and eventually, things just caught up that I needed to step back and reassess.
A twist of the bottle cap and a quick swig of water, Tank continued.
Tank Steiner:
I took time back, away from the ring, spending it watching my wife to be in her career, and just enjoying life, but those injuries, they actually began recovering with the time, just doing the walking with Lena and Cupcake, our Siberian Husky, it was the service the Tank required.
Reaching over, Tank took a hold of the camera as he turned it to face the ceiling suspended punchbag, which had clearly taken a fair share of beatings from various strikes, and pulled it aside to reveal the damage to the wall behind it, plaster falling down in large cracks to the brickwork behind it.
Tank Steiner:
So with the machine running, I tested the cannon as well, and there was no lack of power there, never has been an issue with the weapons, just the motor. And when a well serviced Tank is running at full capacity, without any issues… well, it won’t suffer any damage when it rolls over any opposition. This year, I swear will be my year. And as my ancestors who resisted oppression in the not too distant past did, I will be there to resist oppression in the very same way. With the announcement of the Heavyweight Tournament… Ich werde da sein! Und ich habe vor, das Ganze zu nehmen!
Tank Steiner:
So, where would anyone start with this? It’s fair to say the last year hasn’t exactly been brilliant for me. Seventeen years in the ring, sixteen if you include the year I took off whilst being conscripted into the army when I was eighteen. And much like my namesake, I took a lot of fire in that time, and eventually, things just caught up that I needed to step back and reassess.
A twist of the bottle cap and a quick swig of water, Tank continued.
Tank Steiner:
I took time back, away from the ring, spending it watching my wife to be in her career, and just enjoying life, but those injuries, they actually began recovering with the time, just doing the walking with Lena and Cupcake, our Siberian Husky, it was the service the Tank required.
Reaching over, Tank took a hold of the camera as he turned it to face the ceiling suspended punchbag, which had clearly taken a fair share of beatings from various strikes, and pulled it aside to reveal the damage to the wall behind it, plaster falling down in large cracks to the brickwork behind it.
Tank Steiner:
So with the machine running, I tested the cannon as well, and there was no lack of power there, never has been an issue with the weapons, just the motor. And when a well serviced Tank is running at full capacity, without any issues… well, it won’t suffer any damage when it rolls over any opposition. This year, I swear will be my year. And as my ancestors who resisted oppression in the not too distant past did, I will be there to resist oppression in the very same way. With the announcement of the Heavyweight Tournament… Ich werde da sein! Und ich habe vor, das Ganze zu nehmen!
We see Alex sitting on one of the production crates in a hallway somewhere backstage. She doesn't exactly look pleased. She's muttering, to herself for the most part.
Alex Andrews:
I don't know what I was expecting, honestly. That that win would change a thing. I beat Neil Newman clean in the middle of the ring, and I figured that would get me some small measure of respect. But did it? Hardly. Maybe an inkling, but he's still the major condescending prick he was when this all started.
She scoffs.
Alex Andrews:
I might be still a little wet behind the ears, but I'm no pushover and at Coup De Grace, I proved that. I took all the crap he put me through, used it as motivation and snuck out with the win. And yet, even then, he was talking down to me. Like I'm something less. And I'm just done with it. I'm done with the contempt and I'm done with the holier than thou attitude.
Alex shakes her head and scrunched up her nose.
Alex Andrews:
I know I have a huge task ahead of me. Tank is at least twice my size, and that puts me at a distinct disadvantage. But, he isn't the first big man set in my path, and I doubt he'll be the last.
This finally gives Alex a moment to smile.
Alex Andrews:
He may be big and he may be brutal, but I'm tough. I'm also not the naive little thing I was when I started in this company. I just got to be smart about my choices, stick and move. He's big and relatively fast, but I'm willing to bet a man his size doesn't have the healthiest knees. Just let me find the bad wheel, and I can cut the big guy down to size. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, right? And maybe, just maybe, I won't get such disdainful looks from the rest of the locker room?
She lets out a wry little laugh as she tries to rationalize everything out in her head. Alex then shakes her head and gets up and walks off down the hallway and out of sight.
Alex Andrews:
I don't know what I was expecting, honestly. That that win would change a thing. I beat Neil Newman clean in the middle of the ring, and I figured that would get me some small measure of respect. But did it? Hardly. Maybe an inkling, but he's still the major condescending prick he was when this all started.
She scoffs.
Alex Andrews:
I might be still a little wet behind the ears, but I'm no pushover and at Coup De Grace, I proved that. I took all the crap he put me through, used it as motivation and snuck out with the win. And yet, even then, he was talking down to me. Like I'm something less. And I'm just done with it. I'm done with the contempt and I'm done with the holier than thou attitude.
Alex shakes her head and scrunched up her nose.
Alex Andrews:
I know I have a huge task ahead of me. Tank is at least twice my size, and that puts me at a distinct disadvantage. But, he isn't the first big man set in my path, and I doubt he'll be the last.
This finally gives Alex a moment to smile.
Alex Andrews:
He may be big and he may be brutal, but I'm tough. I'm also not the naive little thing I was when I started in this company. I just got to be smart about my choices, stick and move. He's big and relatively fast, but I'm willing to bet a man his size doesn't have the healthiest knees. Just let me find the bad wheel, and I can cut the big guy down to size. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, right? And maybe, just maybe, I won't get such disdainful looks from the rest of the locker room?
She lets out a wry little laugh as she tries to rationalize everything out in her head. Alex then shakes her head and gets up and walks off down the hallway and out of sight.
Singles Match
Tank Steiner VS Alex AndrewsAfter her big win at Coup De Grâce, Alex Andrews looked determined to keep her momentum going, despite the titanic challenge she was facing. She started off strong, taking the fight to the big man and putting on quite the display of her striking ability. Her kicks and punches barely seemed to affect the Austrian Hulk who answered with a right hand to the jaw. The blow caused Alex to stumble back a couple of steps, but she managed to duck Tank’s clothesline, quickly turning around and taking the big man to one knee with a low dropkick. Andrews charged in for a knee strike but Steiner proved once again to be incredibly agile and quick despite the size, dodging to the side and quickly getting up to his feet, leveling Alex with a lariat as she turned around. Tank threw Andrews in the corner and squashed her with a running splash. He then wrapped his arms around her body and dragged her back to the center of the ring, launching her with a beautiful belly to belly suplex. With no rush at all, already feeling in full control, Tank walked to the opponent and went to pick her up for his next attack. getting caught by Andrews with a quick cradle, obtaining a near fall. Halfway through the match and Andrews seemed to be in control. The rookie surely worked on her moveset during the holiday break, showing some new technique that helped her keep the giant at bay and get a couple of near falls. Moves like the Alex Crusher and the Elysium running bicycle knee caused some problems to Herr Steiner who barely survived, kicking out at the very last second. Standing up, the Austrian looked dazed after the knee to the face, but he still managed to catch her as she barged in with a surprisingly quick powerslam, obtaining the first near fall of his match. The momentum was now on his side, his heavy strikes forced Alex back against the ropes and from there he whipped her on the opposite side of the ring, raising Das Boot (big boot) as she bound back. Tank was taking his time with his attacks, alternating heavy shots strikes with power moves and suplexes. With the Austrian Suplex, a bridging version in that, Steiner went really close to the win, and that near fall worked as a wake up call to Alex. Andrews desperately tried to fight her way out of the powerbomb, dropping punches to the top of Tank’s head. Eventually he had to let her go, and she quickly followed up with a kick to the stomach and a ddt that nailed him on the canvas. He powered out of the following pinning predicament, but as soon as he stood up, he found himself on the receiving end of a volley of kicks that forced him back into the corner. Alex followed with a double knees to the face, but it still wasn’t enough to keep the big man down. Alex tried to end things with her Hella Rough (unprettier) but the size difference made it impossible for her to perform the move. Tank powered out and pushed her against the ropes, slamming her on the canvas with a spinebuster. As if the pain in her back wasn’t enough after being violently slammed into the canvas, Tank quickly applied his Morgen In Traktion (Texas Cloverleaf). Alex tried to reach the ropes, but the pressure was too much to handle, and she eventually gave up. WINNER: Tank Steiner BY: Submission (Morgen In Traktion), 9:22 |
Backstage we open to find Summer Collins and her tag team partner and best friend Jessica Lasiewicz seated on a comfortable sofa. Summer is dressed to the nines in a fancy dress and heels. By contrast The Archangel is dressed for combat. Both ladies have a MWE World Tag Team Championship belt with them.
Summer Collins:
Ever since Jessica and I started working together we have strived to be the best. Even when we were opposing sides we brought out the best in each other. Everywhere we have been we have held tag team championship gold. This proves in my mind our greatness. But we continue to prove that greatness each and every time we step into the ring. And now once again we can say that the team of Jessica Lasiewicz and Summer Collins are the very best tag team in wrestling, the MWE World Tag Team Champions, and of course we are absolutely FABULOUS!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
We have fought long and hard for this, we have sacrificed for this and every tag team championship we have won. So if someone who’s been in this company for a cup of tea thinks they can disrespect us, or worse yet if you are a green wet behind the ears rookie and you disrespect us, then you can be damn sure that there will be hell to pay.
The Archangel pats the championship belt draped over her right shoulder.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
I have been contributing to this business all my life. I grew up in this business with my mother and father, both thirteen time World Champions. You may have heard of them; The Silver Eagle, The Polish Spirit, The Morning Star Andreas Lasiewicz? The Dragon Angelica Jones? My aunt, a trainer at MWE academy, Lady Magdalena? All have helped mold me into the warrior I am today. One thing I learned from them is about respect. I respect those who have earned it and deserve it. But when you march your inexperienced rookie ass to my face, my friend’s face, and act like we’re just place holders for you? When you act like you’re all that and your shit doesn’t stink? That’s disrespectful to me and my friend. That’s a slap in the face of tradition and everything I stand for.
She smiles devilishly.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Well that’s where the other things I learned come into play. My mother and father both have their dark sides that made them infamous in this business. And yes, I inherited that darkness. So by all means, continue to push my buttons, because I can cripple you and will not feel any guilt. Just ask The Bad Boys…
Summer Collins:
Emphasis on boys!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
One of their crew could have had their career ended by me. I showed mercy only because we still needed these tag titles. But now that we have what we want I see no need to show mercy any longer,
Collins chuckles.
Summer Collins:
Of course I am always willing to negotiate. My advice? Don’t poke the nasty Polish bear. Talk to moi. As far as every other team in this division, I say bring it on. Jess and I are here to prove that we are the best. And we will continue to prove that we are the best by beating the best teams...anytime, anywhere...and we’ll do so as we have done everything. Absolutely FABULOUS!
Summer Collins:
Ever since Jessica and I started working together we have strived to be the best. Even when we were opposing sides we brought out the best in each other. Everywhere we have been we have held tag team championship gold. This proves in my mind our greatness. But we continue to prove that greatness each and every time we step into the ring. And now once again we can say that the team of Jessica Lasiewicz and Summer Collins are the very best tag team in wrestling, the MWE World Tag Team Champions, and of course we are absolutely FABULOUS!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
We have fought long and hard for this, we have sacrificed for this and every tag team championship we have won. So if someone who’s been in this company for a cup of tea thinks they can disrespect us, or worse yet if you are a green wet behind the ears rookie and you disrespect us, then you can be damn sure that there will be hell to pay.
The Archangel pats the championship belt draped over her right shoulder.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
I have been contributing to this business all my life. I grew up in this business with my mother and father, both thirteen time World Champions. You may have heard of them; The Silver Eagle, The Polish Spirit, The Morning Star Andreas Lasiewicz? The Dragon Angelica Jones? My aunt, a trainer at MWE academy, Lady Magdalena? All have helped mold me into the warrior I am today. One thing I learned from them is about respect. I respect those who have earned it and deserve it. But when you march your inexperienced rookie ass to my face, my friend’s face, and act like we’re just place holders for you? When you act like you’re all that and your shit doesn’t stink? That’s disrespectful to me and my friend. That’s a slap in the face of tradition and everything I stand for.
She smiles devilishly.
Jessica Lasiewicz:
Well that’s where the other things I learned come into play. My mother and father both have their dark sides that made them infamous in this business. And yes, I inherited that darkness. So by all means, continue to push my buttons, because I can cripple you and will not feel any guilt. Just ask The Bad Boys…
Summer Collins:
Emphasis on boys!
Jessica Lasiewicz:
One of their crew could have had their career ended by me. I showed mercy only because we still needed these tag titles. But now that we have what we want I see no need to show mercy any longer,
Collins chuckles.
Summer Collins:
Of course I am always willing to negotiate. My advice? Don’t poke the nasty Polish bear. Talk to moi. As far as every other team in this division, I say bring it on. Jess and I are here to prove that we are the best. And we will continue to prove that we are the best by beating the best teams...anytime, anywhere...and we’ll do so as we have done everything. Absolutely FABULOUS!
Singles Match
Liv Mercer VS Asher MilesLiv and Asher grew quite familiar to one another in the past cycle, having crossed their paths in singles competition and as a tag team. That would explain why Mercer managed to keep herself away from all the strikes of Miles’ initial outburst, dodging them with ease, knowing exactly what he would do next before he could actually do it. Crouching down to duck the roundhouse kick, Liv took him down with a sweep kick, slowing the man down and keeping him grounded with a headlock. The Antares picked himself up and pushed Liv against the ropes, leapfrogging over her as she bounced back and then knocking her down with a perfect dropkick. He tried the first pinfall attempt with a running shooting star press, but Mercer raised her shoulder in time. She quickly tried to take back control, but her kick was blocked by Asher who then countered with a step-over spinning kick. Another pinfall attempt, another kick out by the first ever Riot champion. Liv stays on top halfway into the match, slowing down the pace to one more congenial to her. Having Asher in the corner, Liv lit up his chest with a few knife edge chops, then used the sole of her boot against his throat for an illegal choke. The referee separated them and had a quick chat with Mercer, warning her about the possible consequences of her actions. But she ignored the warning, going once again for the throat, using her forearm now. She let him go before the referee separated them, firing Asher in the opposite corner with an irish whip and following up with a running kick to the face. No wasted motions for Mercer who then went straight for a running bulldog out of the corner, but Miles wasn’t giving up just yet. The Antares kicked out and when Liv dragged him up to his feet, he blocked her suplex attempt and countered with one of his own. He then quickly climbed to the top rope for a beautiful 450 splash, landing on Liv’s knees raised to protection. Mercer tried to capitalize on this with a quick roll up but the Red Star kicked out in time. We hit the ten minutes mark, and none of the competitors seemed to really have an advantage on the opponent. The match was incredibly evenly matched, the action was back and forth and both Liv and Asher came close to the win on several occasions. After barely kicking out from an hurricanrana driver, Liv crawled for the safety of the ropes, but Miles prevented her from reaching them with a curb stomp. Instead of going for what looked like an easy pin, Asher took a few steps back, measuring her up for the Antares punt kick. As he sprinted though, Oz Dalton grabbed his leg and almost tripped him. The distraction not only saved Liv from getting her head kicked in, but it also gave her time to pick herself up and catch Miles with the Stay Down (inverted stomp facebreaker). The look of disbelief on her face when Asher kicked out of her finisher was priceless and so was the almost hysterical reaction she had, yelling at the referee who, according to her, was too slow with his count. This almost cost her the match as Asher sneaked up behind her and quickly rolled her up. Mercer somehow managed to roll through and pin his shoulders to the mat and, grabbing a handful of tights, she kept him down for the three count. WINNER: Liv Mercer BY: Pinfall (Roll-Up), 12:42 |
Backstage we see Dean Smith, the current contender for the title he had once held in its previous iteration studying. Two screens in front of him. One playing Marcus's last match of 2020, the other the final Title match Pierce Manning did as the current and active champion.
Around his neck he has a chain, clutching whatever is threaded in the chain in his right hand to obscure it from the camera. Once the two matches came to their conclusion, there was a significant cut to the footage. Dean stands up not wearing the necklace, his hands taped up for combat, long MMA inspired shorts on over his usual trunks, muscle tape over the right arm.
Dean Smith:
Day 9.
The contender steps up, slides his jacket on, hood up and heads out.
Dean Smith:
Marcus Ali Jr. Let's do this.
Around his neck he has a chain, clutching whatever is threaded in the chain in his right hand to obscure it from the camera. Once the two matches came to their conclusion, there was a significant cut to the footage. Dean stands up not wearing the necklace, his hands taped up for combat, long MMA inspired shorts on over his usual trunks, muscle tape over the right arm.
Dean Smith:
Day 9.
The contender steps up, slides his jacket on, hood up and heads out.
Dean Smith:
Marcus Ali Jr. Let's do this.
Singles Match
Marcus Ali Jr. VS Dean SmithSingles action for Marcus Ali of the Bad Boyz against the number one contender to the MENTV championship, Dean Smith. Ali wanted to establish himself as a single competitor, and a win against a former champion like Dean would immediately skyrocket him up the ranks. Aware of this fact, he charged at Smith as soon as the bell rang, unleashing a flurry of punches. Dean didn’t shy away from the fight, answering punch for punch in an intense exchange that immediately fired up the crowd. Hard strikes flying back and forth, the boxing background visible in both their offense and defense. Ali dodged Dean’s right hook and connected a series of quick punches to the ribcage, pushing the former Invictus champion all the way into the corner. His assault didn’t stop there, more strikes reaching Smith’s face and abdomen, until the referee cut him a break and got a few words in with the Bad Boy. To little avail, and Marcus was right back on the attack with a back elbow that stunned Dean. The Bad Boy then climbed on the middle rope and began punching at his head, landing six of those right hands before the number one contender to the MENTV championship turned the tides with a running powerbomb. All too familiar with the Bad Boyz “urban warfare” style, Dean seemed obviously concerned with the rest of the gang possibly showing up. That thought always present in the back of his mind kept his attention divided and worked as the distraction that allowed Marcus to take back control with an amateur takedown followed by a flurry of mounted punches. Dean switched position and hammered the Ali with some ground and pound of his own, landing one last heavy strike that caused Marcus’ head to bounce hard against the canvas. Smith dragged the opponent up to his feet and delivered four back to back uppercuts, followed by a rock bottom. The fans cheered as he planted the opponent with his Four Uppercuts And A Dreading, but their joy only lasted two seconds, the same time it took Marcus to raise his shoulder and kick out. Smith kept the pressure on him with a Down With The Door front kick that sent Marcus against the ropes. He used them to tie Ali up and unleash a quick boxing combination, interrupted by the referee who gave the man a warning as well. Dean powered Ali up with a stalling suplex but the former Angel Of Mercy shifted his weight and landed behind Dean’s shoulders and picked him up for his Thugwrench Powerbomb, dropping the former Invictus champion on his knee. He only got a two count out of the pinning predicament, and when he dragged Dean up to his feet, he got hit with a knee to the stomach that doubled him over. He then followed with a double knee lift, and another running knee to the face when Marcus tried to get up to his feet. He looked to complete his poker of knees with his killshot, the Mean Dean. As he was perching on the top rope though, what everybody, Dean included, was expecting actually happened: Khali Washington III came out on the stage. In his defense, he didn’t do anything but his presence alone was enough to distract Dean. Marcus reached him on the top rope and connected the belly to belly suplex, waiting until Smith got up to his feet to blast him with the Iron Fist. WINNER: Marcus Ali Jr. BY: Pinfall (Iron Fist), 11:09 |
The scene opens up backstage as the newly crowned Riot champion makes his way through the bowels of the Arena heading purposefully towards the curtain, the opening bars of Ravenhead echoing out moments before Henri, followed still by the camera emerges into an explosion of golden sparks with the Riot championship slung across his shoulder.
As he heads to the ring the camera peels off and begins circling the ring while the champion collects a microphone at ringside before ascending the steps.
Henri Black:
If there is one thing everybody here should know about me by now, it is this, I am a man of my word.
Unslinging the Riot championship from his shoulder Henri holds it aloft.
Henri Black:
I said I would be the one who took this from Glory Braddock, and I did it. I said we would put on the most spectacular match of all time, and we did it and while my opponent tonight, one Devin Hearst, might disagree with me on this point, you all know what the REAL Main Event was at Coup De Grâce. Twenty four minutes of the most incredible, the most technically sound, the most exciting wrestling that has ever been seen in this city.
Dropping the championship back to his shoulder Henri shrugs it into place before continuing.
Henri Black:
But now that I have this championship, the one question on my mind, and likely in all of yours as well is this. Who will be my first challenger? Will it be the winner of Red Line 2 Eliza Foley? Will it be Neil Newman or Kyle Butler who come knocking, trying to bring the title back to the Golden Era or new challenger like Alex Andrews? Perhaps my old friend Helena Noir will step forward now that she’s not busy with the Liberty Championship?
Pacing along the ropes Henri looks out into the crowd, noting who the fans are displaying their signs in support of.
Henri Black:
Or maybe the long war will continue, maybe my first challenger will be your former Riot champion, the Glorious Golden Brit herself, Glory Braddock. Maybe she and I are fated to fight over this for the rest of our lives.
Henri chuckles and shakes his head.
Henri Black:
The who is up in the air, the when is in question only as far as the next Pay Per View, as is the where, and the what could cover any number of possible stipulations but after the past few months, it seems like people have forgotten that I am so much more than a gimmick match practitioner so maybe we’ll stick to standard one fall wrestling for a while.
Stopping dead centre in the ring, Henri stares directly down the lens of the fixed camera.
Henri Black:
But the one thing that is not in question is that whoever steps up, whenever and wherever they step up and whatever the stipulation of that match might be, it changes nothing, I will defend this championship with every fibre of my being. I have fought for this championship, I have bled for it and anybody who wants to test their mettle against the Riot champion going forward is going to learn the hard way that they are woefully unprepared for the war that comes to their door.
With that Henri leaves the ring, headed backstage.
As he heads to the ring the camera peels off and begins circling the ring while the champion collects a microphone at ringside before ascending the steps.
Henri Black:
If there is one thing everybody here should know about me by now, it is this, I am a man of my word.
Unslinging the Riot championship from his shoulder Henri holds it aloft.
Henri Black:
I said I would be the one who took this from Glory Braddock, and I did it. I said we would put on the most spectacular match of all time, and we did it and while my opponent tonight, one Devin Hearst, might disagree with me on this point, you all know what the REAL Main Event was at Coup De Grâce. Twenty four minutes of the most incredible, the most technically sound, the most exciting wrestling that has ever been seen in this city.
Dropping the championship back to his shoulder Henri shrugs it into place before continuing.
Henri Black:
But now that I have this championship, the one question on my mind, and likely in all of yours as well is this. Who will be my first challenger? Will it be the winner of Red Line 2 Eliza Foley? Will it be Neil Newman or Kyle Butler who come knocking, trying to bring the title back to the Golden Era or new challenger like Alex Andrews? Perhaps my old friend Helena Noir will step forward now that she’s not busy with the Liberty Championship?
Pacing along the ropes Henri looks out into the crowd, noting who the fans are displaying their signs in support of.
Henri Black:
Or maybe the long war will continue, maybe my first challenger will be your former Riot champion, the Glorious Golden Brit herself, Glory Braddock. Maybe she and I are fated to fight over this for the rest of our lives.
Henri chuckles and shakes his head.
Henri Black:
The who is up in the air, the when is in question only as far as the next Pay Per View, as is the where, and the what could cover any number of possible stipulations but after the past few months, it seems like people have forgotten that I am so much more than a gimmick match practitioner so maybe we’ll stick to standard one fall wrestling for a while.
Stopping dead centre in the ring, Henri stares directly down the lens of the fixed camera.
Henri Black:
But the one thing that is not in question is that whoever steps up, whenever and wherever they step up and whatever the stipulation of that match might be, it changes nothing, I will defend this championship with every fibre of my being. I have fought for this championship, I have bled for it and anybody who wants to test their mettle against the Riot champion going forward is going to learn the hard way that they are woefully unprepared for the war that comes to their door.
With that Henri leaves the ring, headed backstage.
Singles Match
Legion VS Eliza FoleyEliza Foley shocked the world with her unexpected return at Red Line 2, stealing the show and coming out victorious of the Elimination Chamber. That earned her a shot at any title, and she's surely taking her time teasing the fans and keeping all the champion on their toes by not announcing which title she'll be aiming to. While many would believe, and probably with good reasons, that she will go straight to the top, looking to take the World title from the man who ended her Riot reign, the idea to go for the top prize on the orange brand is just as suggestive. Legion looked determined to be the wrench in her plan and ruin her comeback match on the brand she dominated one year ago and she went for an early Icy Death (running big boot) attempt. Foley saw that coming and dodged the attempt quite easily and leveled Legion with a clothesline to the back. Her aggressive side didn’t lessen during her time off, and it was on full display tonight as she grabbed a hold of Legion’s hair to lift her face from the canvas and kick her head in. She roared in the referee’s face as he demanded her to let go of the opponent’s hair, proceeding to stomp her onto the canvas afterward. After the initial onslaught, Eliza made the cover, but Legion was still alive. The two time WWH Asylum champion eventually managed to get some offense in, a volley of hard kicks to the ribs and shoulder followed by a hip toss and a jumping legdrop. Foley kicked out without breaking a sweat, but Legion was still on the attack with some open hand chops to the chest. She then sent Eliza against the ropes and chased after, catching her with a kitchen sink as soon as she rebounded back from the ropes. Foley was down again, watching her opponent sprinting at the opposite side of the ring and coming back with a full head of steam for a shining wizard. Foley ducked it and rolled her on her back for a quick two count. She was the first up to her feet and jumped with a double foot stomp to the chest. Another cover and another two count. Legion tried to react again but her right hand missed widely. The momentum caused her to spin around, turning her back on Eliza who quickly planted her for the Mysterious Girl, obtaining a fast and impressive win. WINNER: Eliza Foley BY: Pinfall (Mysterious Girl), 5:28 |
We open backstage in front of an MWE Riot poster. Standing there in front of the poster is none other than “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock. The blonde is wearing black denim pants, black patent leather high heel pumps, and a purple blouse. She has her SCW Adrenaline Championship Title belt draped over her right shoulder but noticeably missing is the MWE Riot Championship which she lost at Coup D’Grace to Henri Black. Despite this she still sports a confident gaze.
Glory Braddock:
MWE fans, Riot fans, it’s great to be here. It’s bloody great to say that I survived the hell that was 2020 am I right? I didn’t just survived, but I am walking into 2021 still SCW Adrenaline Champion.
She pats the championship belt over her right shoulder.
Glory Braddock:
But unfortunately you can tell that I am missing a piece of hardware. At Coup De Grace, Henri Black put his money where his mouth was, he put his Riot career on the line, and he delivered. He became Riot Champion.
She applauds.
Glory Braddock:
Congratulations Henri. On that night you were the best. Hold that title with pride and dignity while you have it. Now that of course brings up the next question, a question regarding the future. Everyone is thinking about the future, am I right? New Year means new goals. What do you hope to achieve in 2021? I can tell you that my sights are still set upon the top prize, winning my fifteenth world championship. I’m not under the illusion that it will be easy. Devin Hearst even without backup is tough as hell. And who knows what obstacles I will have to overcome in order to earn a title opportunity? Furthermore, who knows what twists, turns, and bumps in the road will come along? Moretti and Riot may still need me. I may get another crack at whipping Henri Black’s ass. If so then bring it on...iron man match preferably...
She winks.
Glory Braddock:
...I am ready for anything and everything that 2021 can throw at me. What I can guarantee you is that in 2021 I will continue to be the Best in the World.
Glory Braddock:
MWE fans, Riot fans, it’s great to be here. It’s bloody great to say that I survived the hell that was 2020 am I right? I didn’t just survived, but I am walking into 2021 still SCW Adrenaline Champion.
She pats the championship belt over her right shoulder.
Glory Braddock:
But unfortunately you can tell that I am missing a piece of hardware. At Coup De Grace, Henri Black put his money where his mouth was, he put his Riot career on the line, and he delivered. He became Riot Champion.
She applauds.
Glory Braddock:
Congratulations Henri. On that night you were the best. Hold that title with pride and dignity while you have it. Now that of course brings up the next question, a question regarding the future. Everyone is thinking about the future, am I right? New Year means new goals. What do you hope to achieve in 2021? I can tell you that my sights are still set upon the top prize, winning my fifteenth world championship. I’m not under the illusion that it will be easy. Devin Hearst even without backup is tough as hell. And who knows what obstacles I will have to overcome in order to earn a title opportunity? Furthermore, who knows what twists, turns, and bumps in the road will come along? Moretti and Riot may still need me. I may get another crack at whipping Henri Black’s ass. If so then bring it on...iron man match preferably...
She winks.
Glory Braddock:
...I am ready for anything and everything that 2021 can throw at me. What I can guarantee you is that in 2021 I will continue to be the Best in the World.
Singles Match
Leia LeBeau VS Megan MonroeThe Intercontinental champion was already in the ring, waiting for her opponent. She started arguing with a fan who was yelling at her that Leia was going to kill her, and that was when "Jet City Woman" started playing out of the loudspeakers. But nobody came out. Amy at commentary said that something was happening backstage and the tron immediately came to life to show the Bad Boyz stomping at the Junior Heavyweight champion. Leia was down, trying to protect herself from the two on one assault at the hands of Karib Trinidad and Dré Angelo. Leia's sister and agent Eloise was screaming for help, and from behind the camera you could hear the younger sister Bebe saying "Let her go, you bish!" Finally the cavalry came. Leia's boyfriend Donovan Keane and his tag partner came to the scene. As soon as they got there, the Bad Boyz fled. Donnie immediately went to check on Leia while Jay chased the Bad Boyz down the hallway for a few steps, before taking off his shoes and throwing it at the Bad Boyz with surprising precision, catching Karib on the back. This didn't stop them though, and they disappeared behind the corner. Donnie apologized to his girlfriend and then he turned to Eloise, asking her to find the doctor. She didn't need to, the doc was already there, rushing to the scene along with Elsa and Vincent. Nothing was said, but it looked pretty clear that she wasn't fit to compete tonight. WINNER: Megan Monroe BY: Forfeit, 0:00 |
We then turn to the location of where Moretti’s office happens to be this week. There are some people congregating over one of the televisions in this sports bar of sorts. Vincent takes his makeshift desk for the evening in place of one of the tables and has one eye on the game and another eye on the door waiting for the person to enter. The silver fox is dressed as normal while sitting at his seat, the silver and black suit. He has his right hand palming his cane per usual though he’s twirling a pen in his left hand. Then there is a ruckus about one of the plays being made.
Vincent Moretti:
Oh damn… not quite a hockey hit, but that was a good one between the division rivals.
After he states this the entrance door swings open and Vincent peers his eyes in that direction. Dressed in a pair of navy blue jeans, a black hoodie, and a Welsh dragon face mask, in through the door walks the person that Moretti has been expecting: Lowri Moss.
Vincent Moretti:
Oi. Hello there! Sorry we don’t have your brand of football on at the moment… the whole American version having playoffs and all that…
Vincent drops the pen and gestures toward Lowri with his left hand and his body language is light and warm. There is even a slight smile on his face. Lowri removes her mask, looking in the direction of the television.
Lowri Moss:
No worries.
She looks back to Moretti, while she puts her mask in one of her pockets.
Lowri Moss:
I had enough football yesterday anyway, with Cardiff losing to Nottingham Forest, and then just to cap things off, Scarlets were beaten by the Blues in the rugby and… you probably have little to no idea what I’m talking about.
Vincent smirks slightly.
Vincent Moretti:
Truthfully when I think ‘Blues’ I think more of the hockey team and giving Seth shit about that. Each sport is their own experience though…
When the term ‘Blues’ was said because they are in Chicago there are a couple of obvious Blackhawk fans who glance in their direction but since neither is wearing any St. Louis gear, it’s nothing but a glance.
Vincent Moretti:
Though that might be a term not great here considering the hockey rivalry. But with that… let’s get down to business.
Not having the faintest idea what ‘hockey rivalry’ Moretti is referring to, Lowri just smiles politely.
Lowri Moss:
Yes, let’s.
She then takes a seat opposite the Riot GM. Vincent’s face turns far more serious as he is ignoring everything else around him.
Vincent Moretti:
Have you thought anything more about what was discussed at the end of last year? Things have been hectic and busy at the end of the year and all, but where’s your head at with that? Fighting Cordy and flying ‘round the world kinda would keep you busy… that and the drama that is going on in this country, but time stops for nobody unfortunately.
Lowri glances over her shoulder, looking towards the television still showing the game between the Browns and the Steelers, before quickly returning her attention to Moretti, to answer his question.
Lowri Moss:
I've thought about it. I mean, as you said, I've been busy with other things for much of the past few weeks, but yeah, I have thought about it a bit.
A sigh escapes her lips, as she continues.
Lowri Moss:
I'm still not sure about joining another promotion, not with the position I'm in right now in both FGA and Underground, but like I told you the last time we spoke, I am at least willing to listen to what you have to say. You ought to know though that if I am going to commit myself to somewhere, then I need to make sure that it's the right fit for me, whether that's Riot or… wherever else.
Vincent takes a moment and nods his head.
Vincent Moretti:
There isn't a time limit on the offer. Nor is there a time limit on trying to decide a brand.
Again that smile is on his face as it seems like he remembers certain things from his own past.
Vincent Moretti:
Hell, you can even do what Seth did the first time here and that's sign a deal for so many matches regardless of brand as a way to get your foot in the door or even decide if it's right to make a move or not. I still remember that particular negotiation well. But you're one who will never lack options.
Now it is Lowri’s turn to nod her head.
Lowri Moss:
Yeah, I know I’m not short of options, either here or elsewhere. And I don’t mind admitting to you that if I was to sign a full-time deal with MWE, then after my previous experience with Millennium, with what happened at the anniversary show, Riot would definitely be the brand that I would be leaning towards.
And at this Vincent nods his head at the acknowledgment though thinking about that particular past experience.
Vincent Moretti:
That damn ref business with Freddie…
He leans back on his chair as his face darkens as he thinks about that even more. There is another yell in the background this time about a big offensive play, but Vincent ignores that for the time being.
Vincent Moretti:
Someone tries that stunt on my brand I’d overthrow the decision and ref it personally at this point. Sometimes the people best positioned to deal with tomfoolery and cheating are the ones who made a living with it in their active career. But now I’m rambling about a past transgression…
His face remains the picture of stern as he is thinking about something else.
Vincent Moretti:
As much as that incident agitates you and as much as I’d love to sign you personally and to my brand and to this company in one shot… I still have the duty of being honest even if it doesn’t fully benefit my brand. It still goes to the company all the same, but that’s neither here nor there. If you’re truly interested in the company, Lowri… I’d take the meeting with my counterpart on the other brand if offered. Don’t burn a bridge if you don’t have to.
And then there is a smirk etched on his face.
Vincent Moretti:
I know my job is meant to be more on the management side of things… but I’m still a wrestler or a manager at heart who wants the best for the wrestlers. And my instinct kind of says if you are interested enough… that should be your next step regardless.
Lowri lets out another, more drawn-out sigh, reluctantly accepting the value of Moretti’s statement.
Lowri Moss:
I respect your opinion, and your honesty. After all, you’ve been involved in this sport far longer than I have. If you think I should take a meeting with Elsa, I’ll do so-- but after my previous experience of dealing with her, she’s going to be playing catch-up.
At that there is a lighter look on Vincent’s face.
Vincent Moretti:
Well, what she does playing catch-up is up to her to decide. But I don’t want to take up too much of your time regardless. You already know where my offer stands. Though before you go…
With that Vincent reaches into his desk with his left hand and in a sealed see through bag is a [Llanelli] Scarlets face mask… doubly useful for both fandom and for coronavirus restrictions alike. And he tosses it in Lowri’s direction with his left hand.
Vincent Moretti:
Consider that a thank you for your time. Plus, you can never have too many masks.
Lowri gazes at the mask, turning it over to examine both sides of it.
Lowri Moss:
That you can’t.
She then looks back up at the man sitting opposite her, a grin now on her face.
Lowri Moss:
Thank you.
There's a nod from Vincent acknowledging the thanks before he returns the grin. They may continue conversing but it seems anything wrestling related is done as the camera fades from this view just as there’s a roar from the crowd for another play in the football game.
Vincent Moretti:
Oh damn… not quite a hockey hit, but that was a good one between the division rivals.
After he states this the entrance door swings open and Vincent peers his eyes in that direction. Dressed in a pair of navy blue jeans, a black hoodie, and a Welsh dragon face mask, in through the door walks the person that Moretti has been expecting: Lowri Moss.
Vincent Moretti:
Oi. Hello there! Sorry we don’t have your brand of football on at the moment… the whole American version having playoffs and all that…
Vincent drops the pen and gestures toward Lowri with his left hand and his body language is light and warm. There is even a slight smile on his face. Lowri removes her mask, looking in the direction of the television.
Lowri Moss:
No worries.
She looks back to Moretti, while she puts her mask in one of her pockets.
Lowri Moss:
I had enough football yesterday anyway, with Cardiff losing to Nottingham Forest, and then just to cap things off, Scarlets were beaten by the Blues in the rugby and… you probably have little to no idea what I’m talking about.
Vincent smirks slightly.
Vincent Moretti:
Truthfully when I think ‘Blues’ I think more of the hockey team and giving Seth shit about that. Each sport is their own experience though…
When the term ‘Blues’ was said because they are in Chicago there are a couple of obvious Blackhawk fans who glance in their direction but since neither is wearing any St. Louis gear, it’s nothing but a glance.
Vincent Moretti:
Though that might be a term not great here considering the hockey rivalry. But with that… let’s get down to business.
Not having the faintest idea what ‘hockey rivalry’ Moretti is referring to, Lowri just smiles politely.
Lowri Moss:
Yes, let’s.
She then takes a seat opposite the Riot GM. Vincent’s face turns far more serious as he is ignoring everything else around him.
Vincent Moretti:
Have you thought anything more about what was discussed at the end of last year? Things have been hectic and busy at the end of the year and all, but where’s your head at with that? Fighting Cordy and flying ‘round the world kinda would keep you busy… that and the drama that is going on in this country, but time stops for nobody unfortunately.
Lowri glances over her shoulder, looking towards the television still showing the game between the Browns and the Steelers, before quickly returning her attention to Moretti, to answer his question.
Lowri Moss:
I've thought about it. I mean, as you said, I've been busy with other things for much of the past few weeks, but yeah, I have thought about it a bit.
A sigh escapes her lips, as she continues.
Lowri Moss:
I'm still not sure about joining another promotion, not with the position I'm in right now in both FGA and Underground, but like I told you the last time we spoke, I am at least willing to listen to what you have to say. You ought to know though that if I am going to commit myself to somewhere, then I need to make sure that it's the right fit for me, whether that's Riot or… wherever else.
Vincent takes a moment and nods his head.
Vincent Moretti:
There isn't a time limit on the offer. Nor is there a time limit on trying to decide a brand.
Again that smile is on his face as it seems like he remembers certain things from his own past.
Vincent Moretti:
Hell, you can even do what Seth did the first time here and that's sign a deal for so many matches regardless of brand as a way to get your foot in the door or even decide if it's right to make a move or not. I still remember that particular negotiation well. But you're one who will never lack options.
Now it is Lowri’s turn to nod her head.
Lowri Moss:
Yeah, I know I’m not short of options, either here or elsewhere. And I don’t mind admitting to you that if I was to sign a full-time deal with MWE, then after my previous experience with Millennium, with what happened at the anniversary show, Riot would definitely be the brand that I would be leaning towards.
And at this Vincent nods his head at the acknowledgment though thinking about that particular past experience.
Vincent Moretti:
That damn ref business with Freddie…
He leans back on his chair as his face darkens as he thinks about that even more. There is another yell in the background this time about a big offensive play, but Vincent ignores that for the time being.
Vincent Moretti:
Someone tries that stunt on my brand I’d overthrow the decision and ref it personally at this point. Sometimes the people best positioned to deal with tomfoolery and cheating are the ones who made a living with it in their active career. But now I’m rambling about a past transgression…
His face remains the picture of stern as he is thinking about something else.
Vincent Moretti:
As much as that incident agitates you and as much as I’d love to sign you personally and to my brand and to this company in one shot… I still have the duty of being honest even if it doesn’t fully benefit my brand. It still goes to the company all the same, but that’s neither here nor there. If you’re truly interested in the company, Lowri… I’d take the meeting with my counterpart on the other brand if offered. Don’t burn a bridge if you don’t have to.
And then there is a smirk etched on his face.
Vincent Moretti:
I know my job is meant to be more on the management side of things… but I’m still a wrestler or a manager at heart who wants the best for the wrestlers. And my instinct kind of says if you are interested enough… that should be your next step regardless.
Lowri lets out another, more drawn-out sigh, reluctantly accepting the value of Moretti’s statement.
Lowri Moss:
I respect your opinion, and your honesty. After all, you’ve been involved in this sport far longer than I have. If you think I should take a meeting with Elsa, I’ll do so-- but after my previous experience of dealing with her, she’s going to be playing catch-up.
At that there is a lighter look on Vincent’s face.
Vincent Moretti:
Well, what she does playing catch-up is up to her to decide. But I don’t want to take up too much of your time regardless. You already know where my offer stands. Though before you go…
With that Vincent reaches into his desk with his left hand and in a sealed see through bag is a [Llanelli] Scarlets face mask… doubly useful for both fandom and for coronavirus restrictions alike. And he tosses it in Lowri’s direction with his left hand.
Vincent Moretti:
Consider that a thank you for your time. Plus, you can never have too many masks.
Lowri gazes at the mask, turning it over to examine both sides of it.
Lowri Moss:
That you can’t.
She then looks back up at the man sitting opposite her, a grin now on her face.
Lowri Moss:
Thank you.
There's a nod from Vincent acknowledging the thanks before he returns the grin. They may continue conversing but it seems anything wrestling related is done as the camera fades from this view just as there’s a roar from the crowd for another play in the football game.
Backstage the receiving door flies open as a part time event security guard flies through it. Emerging in the doorway carrying a baseball bat is the former Millenium tag team champion and APE Icon Alan Envy. He points the bat at the camera.
Alan Envy:
Nah ah!! Don't move! Walk with me kid!
The camera man obliges the request.
Alan Envy:
Seriously? Three of the supposed baddest men on the planet...the three top guys take liberties with me at the pay per view? Yet here I am walking into this arena looking for the head of that little prick Constantine Jr. Actually I'll drop the junior part. I told you kid….if you take your shot you better make it count. And you didn't make it count!!
Envy picks up the pace a little.
Alan Envy:
Because here's the facts kids! I'm here tonight to lay out three little bitches and if I don't have a tag team partner that's fine I found a replacement. Its this aluminum baseball bat...why aluminum because the wooden one would break of Dusty's thick fucking head. So tonight Alan Envy will show you why he told you to make it count, because the Lonestar Icon is gonna make his next shot count. I'm Immortal When It Matters bitches! Time to confront your sins)
Envy hits the wall with that bat and disappears around the corner
Alan Envy:
Nah ah!! Don't move! Walk with me kid!
The camera man obliges the request.
Alan Envy:
Seriously? Three of the supposed baddest men on the planet...the three top guys take liberties with me at the pay per view? Yet here I am walking into this arena looking for the head of that little prick Constantine Jr. Actually I'll drop the junior part. I told you kid….if you take your shot you better make it count. And you didn't make it count!!
Envy picks up the pace a little.
Alan Envy:
Because here's the facts kids! I'm here tonight to lay out three little bitches and if I don't have a tag team partner that's fine I found a replacement. Its this aluminum baseball bat...why aluminum because the wooden one would break of Dusty's thick fucking head. So tonight Alan Envy will show you why he told you to make it count, because the Lonestar Icon is gonna make his next shot count. I'm Immortal When It Matters bitches! Time to confront your sins)
Envy hits the wall with that bat and disappears around the corner
Tag Team Match
Devin Hearst & Andrew Wilkow VS Henri Black & Alan Envy
Amy Maynard: “It’s main event time, ladies and gentlemen. And what a match this promises to be, on one side we have the World Champion Devin Hearst and his right hand, Andrew Wilkow. Against them, the unlikely duo of Henri Black and Alan Envy.” Sir Figgles: “You said it yourself, Amy. There’s no chemistry between them, no experience as a team and probably no love lost either. Sandstorm has this right in their pocket, this will be quicker than Eliza’s match.. Actually, quicker than Megan’s one.” Amy Maynard: “But… Nevermind, the match is under way already, let’s just call the action.” Despite what Figgles thought, the match started with Henri and Andrew moving in circles. The Riot champion knew better than challenging the Appalachian Mountain Monster head on. He instead went for the legs with hard kicks to the thigh, using a dropkick to the knee to chop the big man down. He immediately went for the Memento Mori ankle lock but Wilkow was quick to reach the nearby ropes. Black kept attacking the big man, sticking to the same tactic and controlling the first part of the match. Hearst shook his head and yelled at his partner to wake up and do something, but the Blackstar was dominating the contest effortlessly. Then Alan made the tag, a gesture that his partner didn’t take too well. The two stared at one another, the tension between them seemed to be building until cool heads prevailed and Black set to leave the ring. Wilkow helped him in this task, throwing the Riot champion on the concrete floor outside. Taking his eyes off the prize for that slight moment cost him, allowing Alan to rain down hard forearms to Wilkow’s back. Amy Maynard: “You know what they say about revenge… And Alan has been waiting for this moment for quite some time already.” Sir Figgles: “You’re talking about the beatdown he RIGHTFULLY received for betraying Chris and costing him the tag titles?” Amy Maynard: “That was a cowardly act, you can’t possibly justify…” Sir Figgles: “You’re right, Envy acted like a coward and there’s no justification to that. What happened next is on him alone.” Alan was a fury, pummeling Wilkow with stiff shots. He even lifted the big man and dropped him down with a body slam, calling out Devin after. Hearst accepted the challenge and demanded that Andrew would tag him in, stepping up to the Lonestar. More punches flew back and forth between them, Hearst presenting a much bigger challenge to Alan than Andrew possibly could, especially after Alan blindsided him. Hearst proved to be too much for Alan, backing down against the ropes under the champion’s strikes. Irish whip, back body drop and Envy was down. Always the braggart, Devin took a moment to boast to the fun and crouch down to talk some trash to Envy. Alan hit him with a throat jab and rolled him over with a quick cradle, almost stealing the win. Amy Maynard: “Only a count of two! But damn, this was close… OH NO!” Sir Figgles: “Ha! Too bad Devin just murdered the poor bastard!” After escaping the pinning predicament, Envy was the first up to his feet and used the position advantage to brutalize the Lonestar with a nasty kick to the head. Alan looked completely out of it, no sign of life in him as the World champion rolled him on his back and placed his foot on Envy’s chest, making the cockiest of the covers, from which Alan easily kicked out. The momentum had completely changed though, Sandstorm was in absolute control with Devin continuing to dish out his punishment. Another near fall came, this time following a Desperado but once again Envy raised his shoulder in time. Sir Figgles: “It’s like watching an execution, and I’m here for it.” Hearst was taking his sweet time, making an example out of Alan. He probably took it a little too far with the insults, touching the nerve and provoking Envy’s reaction. With a headbutt the Lonestar rocked the World champion, landing some big uppercuts and creating some space. He was still on the wrong side of town though, having to go past the World champion to reach his partner. He tried, but Devin grabbed him by the waistband of his trunks and pulled him back into a released german suplex that sent Envy against the turnbuckle. And then Wilkow entered the ring, stomping down at the former member of APE and throwing him halfway across the ring with a fallaway slam. Slowly, Alan got back to his feet, clutching his ribs that were probably still hurting from the beating he took at Red Line 2. Sir Figgles: “Looks like this is over, Amy. Drew is calling for the LARIAAAAT!” Amy Maynard: “Did you really have to shout it?” Sir Figgles: “Yes, yes I did.” And he charged, screaming out just like Figgles did at commentary and extending his arm trying to behead the Lonestar who ducked the impact and picked Wilkow up for a samoan drop. Both men were down, Alan immediately starting to crawl toward Henri but once again getting stopped by his opponent. This time he managed to break free with a couple of elbows to the jaw and jump toward Black, touching his hand and making the tag. The Blackstar was back in the mix, taking the big man down with a clothesline. And a second one, and a third. He taunted him, asking him to stand up and went for his triple german suplex. He struggled to connect the first two, the third was blocked by the opponent who then whipped his head back, connecting against the Riot champion’s skull with a thud. Both of them looked dizzy after the tremendous impact, but the Appalachian Mountain Monster was the fastest to recover and planted the opponent with a spinebuster. Sir Figgles: “Can you imagine if Wilkow pins Black here? He could make his claim for the title!” Amy Maynard: “Yeah, that’s not going to happen. It’s only a two.” Several backbreakers and suplexes later, each one of them failed to keep Henri down for the three, Andrew made the tag to his boss, offering him a worn out Black’s head on a silver platter. Hearst wasted no time and dragged him up, hooking both arms in a double underhook and planting him on his head with the Sunset Rider. Alan rushed inside the ring but he bumped into a wall named Wilkow, blocking his way with a big boot. Luckily for him and his team, Black managed to kick out. A shock to the fans and the commentary, while Devin seemed to find it hilarious. He was no stranger to Henri and surely knew his resilience and fighting spirit. Perhaps he was expecting that one Sunset Rider couldn’t keep the Riot champion down, but he surely didn’t see that second wind coming. It was almost as if coming that close to losing triggered a reaction in Henri, and the world champion wasn’t liking it. A series of knees to the guts and a discus lariat were enough to take Devin down. As soon as he picked himself up, Black hit the Killshot (V-Trigger knee) right to the champion’s face. Amy Maynard: “Looks like the tides have turn..:” She couldn’t even finish the sentence that out of nowhere Hearst hit The Comedown, but Envy kept the match alive. Devin had had enough of the Lonestar and began pounding at him with closed fists. Wilkow joined in and it became a two on one assault. The referee’s attempt to restore order failed miserably, the two Sandstorm members weren’t listening to him, kicking Alan into the canvas. With Hearst focused on Envy, Black had time to recover and hoist the world champion on his shoulder, driving him down with the Para Bellum, the move that won him the Riot championship at Coup De Grâce. But Wilkow was too close and managed to make the save. Sir Figgles: “Here comes the cavalry…” Chris Constantine Junior and Dustin Douglas stormed to the ring, and things were looking awful for Black, surrounded by three members of Sandstorm Inc. And Hearst was slowly getting up to his feet… An uproar. The fans were going ballistic as they saw Duke Andrews running down the ramp, steel chair in hand. Hearst sent Douglas to meet him but the Murder Train went down after a vicious shot to the head. The referee ended this mess declaring it a no contest, but this didn’t stop Duke from giving each and every member of Sandstorm a taste of cold steel. After knocking them down he took a few more shots at Constantine and Hearst, yelling unrepeatable expletives to the two of them. Finally he picked up his friend Envy and helped him out of the ring. A light nod at Black, who remained still and watched all hell breaking loose around him without moving a finger and Andrews left the ring. He stopped for a brief moment at the timekeeper table, glancing at the world title that was laying on it. He then glanced back in the ring, his eyes meeting those of Devin Hearst. Duke smiled, and finally headed backstage. WINNER: // BY: No Contest, 18:43 |