Post by gvb on Jan 18, 2021 20:24:57 GMT -6
Riot in Illinois #17
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Sunday, January 17th, 2021
Riot opened up with "This Means War" by Skunk Anansie blaring out of the loudspeakers. The tron aired the usual clip showing actions from the Riot stars. As the music faded, we cut to the announcers' desk, finding Amy and Sir Figgles welcoming the fans to what promises to be and exciting show. Figgles, no surprises here, was particularly excited about the Sandstorm tournament. Not really for the four matches we'll be witnessing (his words), but for Sandstorm being a proud sponsor of MWE and Riot. A long tirade about the infamous energy drink followed, and Figgles even showed the commercial on the titantron, which left Amy quite embarrassed. Regaining her composure, the professional commentator talked about the main event, introducing to the MWE fans (not that she really needed any introduction) the challenger for Megan Monroe's Intercontinental championship, Precious Pepper Vain.
After talking a little bit about the two other big matches scheduled for tonight, the trios match and the fight between two former Riot champions, Eliza Foley and Glory Braddock. With that said, Maynard said that the first segment of the night was going to be a... dissemination of scientific knowledge, as odd as it may sound.
Rumchata Ayano:
And now everyone, it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for, a lesson in science from the resident Austrian Hulk. It’s the very first, world presentation of the one off science series that’s sweeping the nation, with the man with the biggest credit on this piece of film, it’s…
ASK DOCTOR STEINER!!
As canned applause floods the speakers, Tank Steiner steps out onto a set, done up to look like a mad scientists laboratory, with test tubes on racks, a Tesla Coil sending sparks into the air. Tank himself is wearing a white lab coat over his usual wrestling boots and trunks, and a pair of goggles to complete the mad scientist look.
Tank Steiner:
Guten Abend, Konbanwa, Buenosera! Willkommen to the show! And today, we’re making a special presentation on the dangers of Sandstone… Sandstone..?
He had a moment, Tank adjusting his goggles to see better as a stagehand moved into frame, clearly holding up a cuecard. As an aside, the back of the card had the word “Satire” written on it.
Tank Steiner:
Didn’t think that sounded right, SandSTORM Energy Drinks. Because, they are incredibly foul. Seriously, good taste alone is all the reason not to drink them. But not only that, they are incredibly dangerous to your health!
A canned gasp filled the speakers, Tank raising his hands to this revelation
Tank Steiner:
I know! It’s simply shocking, yet all of a sudden, there’s plenty of easy money coming this way. Who’d have guessed? Not me that’s for sure! So, we’ve covered the first statement alone, taste.
Tank held up a can, cracking it open and pouring the contents into a beaker, setting it behind a screen.
Tank Steiner:
As for the second reason, the ingredients list, a chemical cocktail of things that don’t do a body any good.
He held the can up to the camera, but it was so quick that the normal speed cameras had no chance to pick it up.
Tank Steiner:
But lets face it, you’ve not tuned in to watch me Satirise this product, that I won’t be getting paid for because Hearst and myself get on about as well as electricity, water and the human body, with mere words. We all know you’re here because I promised to blow it up!
Tank Steiner:
So, for the grand finale on this debut episode: Spin Up The High Speed Camera! And… release the potassium!
And the camera caught it, a contraption set up dropped a chunk of the alkali metal into the beaker of Sandstorm, and as the metal contacted with the water, it ignited and the whole content, weather from the hydrogen or the cocktail of chemicals is not up for debate, caught fire with the glass beaker shattering to more canned applause and cheers. The mad scientist took a bow.
Tank Steiner:
Well, that’s all the time we have for this week, in our next adventure of Herr Steiner picking a fight by targeting Sandstorm Energy’s brand, we will see how it copes with the Glock 38, a .50 calibur machine gun, and with some help from some friend in the US Military, maybe even a Rocket Propelled Grenade with our friend Corporal Steiner. See you next time
Singles Match
Ale Velasco VS Saki W/ Kimberly WilliamsDebut match for the Puertorican Ale Velasco set to take on the Singapore Mauler. It was all Saki in the opening moments, the speed of the former Empire Extreme champion putting the young opponent on the back foot. With kicks and punches, each and everyone of them followed by the applause of a Kimberly WIlliams playing perfectly into the role of a corneman, the Kawaii Deathmachine backed Ale against the corner. Even there she kept her attack going with a volley of chops, letting go before the referee’s count reached four. A couple of steps back and then she charged right back in, jumping on the woman’s thighs to launch her with a monkey flip. La Alcadesa twisted in mid-air to land on her feet, quickly turning around as Saki was coming at her with a full head of steam. With a drop toe hold, Ale took the opponent down and locked her in an STF, giving the MWE fans a first glimpse of her technical prowess. Saki managed to drag herself toward the ropes and break up the submission. Velasco was shining in her first appearance on the orange brand, impressing the fans and the commentators with her unique set of offense. Not only holds and submission, the girl from Puerto Rico had some mean kicks in her arsenal too, including a spin kick that sent the Singapore Mauler flying flat on her back. Ale went to make the pin but Kimberly dragged her friend and occasional team partner out of the ring. Velasco didn’t appreciate the meddling and said something to Williams who just shrugged it off. Baejandra went for a baseball slide but Saki sidestepped and grabbed a hold of her feet, dragging her to the floor. We were now in Saki’s territory, the colored hair woman using the surroundings to further punish Velasco. An irish whip against the ring post, a diving ddt off the apron after sliding back in for a moment to interrupt the referee’s count and even a piledriver on the concrete. She thought this was enough to keep the woman down but once she rolled back inside the ring, she found out that Ale was still alive and attentive, catching the Kawaii Deathmachine by surprise with an inside cradle, almost getting the three count. The match entered its final moments and none of the competitors was ready to give up yet. Saki went for a crossbody in the corner, sliding through the ropes and climbing up to the top turnbuckle. The fans were expecting the Cotton Candy Kiss Of Death, her diving meteora but Saki connected a blockbuster instead, obtaining another near fall. She dragged her up to her feet and set her up for the Farfegnugen ripcord headbutt but Alejandra had it scouted and countered with an elbow to the jaw that left her stunned. Next the puertorican hit a northern lights suplex bridged into a pin, but Saki was able to raise her shoulder in time. Ale went right for the Carolina Cloverleaf, locking the submission in tightly. Saki tried to reach the ropes but whenever she got close, the opponent dragged her back in the middle of the ring. Eventually Saki tapped out, but the referee wasn’t there to call it, too busy dealing with Kimberly who was threatening to enter the ring. As soon as she felt the opponent tapping out, Ale let her go. Imagine her surprise when she didn’t hear the bell ringing and, turning around, she saw the referee arguing with Williams. She once again invited the Woman Scorned to mind her business, this time using far less kind words. In all this, Saki pulled herself up. Velasco realized it and quickly hit the Singapore Mauler with the Golden Arrow superkick for the one, two, three. WINNER: Ale Velasco BY: Pinfall (The Golden Arrow), 9:08 |
Amy Maynard: "Veni, vidi, vici for the Puertorican Ale Velasco."
Sir Figgles: "You forgot a part, she made an enemy tonight. I know Kim well enough, that last glance they exchnaged? Nothing good comes from that."
Amy Maynard: "There have been a few tense moments between them. Do you think that's enough to put them on a collision course?"
Sir Figgles: "I mean, that's Kimberly we're talking about.."
Amy Maynard: "Hmm. I guess that's fair enough."
Sir Figgles: "You forgot a part, she made an enemy tonight. I know Kim well enough, that last glance they exchnaged? Nothing good comes from that."
Amy Maynard: "There have been a few tense moments between them. Do you think that's enough to put them on a collision course?"
Sir Figgles: "I mean, that's Kimberly we're talking about.."
Amy Maynard: "Hmm. I guess that's fair enough."
It's moments before the first Sandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament match on the 17th edition of Riot. Khalil Washington III is seen with Marcus Ali Jr, helping him with the taping of his right hand, the same hand he uses for the dangerous Iron Fist.
Khalil Washington III:
You got this bro.
Marcus looks at Khalil who is focused on wrapping the white sports tape over his hand at wrist.
Marcus Ali Jr:
And you should have had it in the bag last week on Millennium. What happened?!
Khalil Washington III:
You're gonna ask this now, like right now bro? Do your match, beat Tank Steiner and advance. Then you can question me all you want.
Just then The Bad Boyz are interrupted, by an unexpected, but familiar face from last week's Millennium.Walking in with a smug look on his face. Is Clyde Eldon Jr.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
What is up fellas? Speaking of last show you see that win I got?
Clyde walks in like he is one of the boys standing next to Marcus and Khalil.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
Need any help?
Khalil looks up at Clyde and Marcus simply shakes his head.
Khalil Washington III:
What the hell? You stalking us now? From Millennium to Riot, what? Let me guess, the next encounter is at Millennium.
Marcus smirks and shakes his head as he places his newly taped up right hand on the shoulder of Khalil.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Chill bro!!! Mr Junior here just wants to help. Isn't that right bro?!
Nodding his head, in agreement.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
Yup you guys seem like a good group of guys. I think I would fit right in. Even if I got to earn it.
Clyde says the part that they are a lot alike as he stands in between them. Looking like a double stuffed Oreo.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
What can I do?
Marcus smiles as Khalil looks on, not impressed.
Marcus Ali Jr:
What can Junior do for The Bad Boyz? What are you thinking Khalil?
Marcus looks at Khalil.
Khalil Washington III:
Our car needs washing.
Marcus laughs as he places his arm over the shoulders of Clyde.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Khalil doesn't like you that much, but lucky for you, I'm the leader of The Bad Boyz and what I say goes. With that said let's be clear you ain't no Bad Boy. You seem like you're willing to do whatever it takes to become.....
Marcus is interrupted by Khalil.
Khalil Washington III:
This kid is wasting our time bro.....
Marcus simply ignores Khalil.
Marcus Ali Jr:
I like your bravery Junior. Other kids like you would run on the opposite side of the street when they see us, but you, you walk right up and tell us, you want to be a Bad Boy. That's cool, but let's be clear, you're not a Bad Boy.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
Well what do I have to do to become one?
Clyde asks as he looks up at Marcus. Not really giving Khalil much attention given his less than cordial nature so far. Before Marcus could say anything Khalil interrupts, by getting behind Clyde and talking into his ear while Clyde looks at Marcus.
Khalil Washington III:
Are you kidding me bro? You don't just get to do and like magic you become a Bad Boy.
Marcus smiles and he looks at the two of them.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Tell you what Junior, turning your back on my bro is disrespectful. How about you apologize to Khalil for that stunt and we'll think about it. Meanwhile I got to go, my match is next. .....And you two be good.
As Marcus walks off, not giving Clyde the answer he wants, Khalil stands there with his arms crossed, and a smile of his own glad on Marcus' sudden position that does not benefit Clyde. As Marcus leaves he has to walk past the incoming Erika Eldon. Clyde's little sister, she can be noticeably seen watching in awe as she crosses paths with Marcus. Entering the room and breaking up what would have been an awkward moment for Clyde.
Erika Eldon:
I got your nachos Clyde.
Erika is too busy watching Marcus leave to notice the situation. As Clyde takes the nachos, handing them over to Khalil.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
Sorry man, have these.
Clyde quickly walked off as Erika was left confused. She waves goodbye to Khalil as the two head on their way.
Singles Match
Sandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
Marcus Ali Jr. VS Tank SteinerSandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
The Heavyweight Tournament continued with the Bad Boy Marcus Ali facing “Doctor” Tank Steiner. It started off with a collar and elbow lock up, but Ali moved behind the big man after a standing switch. He tried to lift the 340 pounds man for a german suplex but he couldn’t get the job done. Steiner shook his head and swung his elbow back but the former boxer ducked it and punched him on the back of the head. Tank turned around, answering with a right hand to Marcus’ kick to the thigh. Ali made the first mistake of this match when he challenged the Austrian Hulk to a pure brawl. Tank unsurprisingly came out on top, demolishing the former Angel Of Mercy with his trademark chops. The fans cheered on any single one of them, apparently taking pleasure in seeing the member of the Bad Boyz getting his chest shattered by Herr Steiner’s hardest strikes. He pushed him all the way back against the ropes, from where he used an irish whip to send him all the way across the ring and behead him with a clothesline. When he didn’t try to match the Austrian Hulk blow for blow, opting instead for a hit-and-run style, Marcus was able to create some trouble for the behemoth. Not trusting the ability to lift the 340 pounder for his usual array of suplexes, he used moves like a reverse STO and a fisherman neckbreaker to collect near falls. But it was the running bicycle knee that got him the closest to the three count, with Tank barely raising his shoulder at the very last second. Coming this close to the win convinced Marcus to try for his Iron Fist, the discus punch but Tank Steiner caught him as he was spinning around and dropped him on his knee with a half nelson backbreaker. The big man thought this was enough to put down the opponent, but Ali still had some fight in him. And he brought it to Tank, unleashing a flurry of kicks to the austrian’s thigh, chopping him down to one knee and planting him on his face with a facebuster. Rather than attempting a cover, he took a couple of steps back, waiting until Steiner was getting up to his feet to curb stomp him into the canvas. But not even that was enough to keep Tank down, and when the big man got back to his feet… Boy, was he pissed. He blocked Marcus’ punch and twisted his arm unnaturally, knocking him down with a vicious headbutt. He immediately hit the ropes and jumped on the man with a running senton, but Ali stayed alive. One thing for sure though, the momentum of the match had changed, and Tank was in full control. Even more after Das Boot that left Ali down on mat, checking if he still had all the teeth in his mouth. And while he did that, Tank went up on the top rope, flying like a cruiserweight to squash him with Der große Kaboom, the incredible top rope diving moonsault. The referee counted to three, Tank Steiner obtained his second win in 2021 and advanced to the next round. WINNER: Tank Steiner BY: Pinfall (Der große Kaboom), 11:09 |
Amy Maynard: "Herr Doctor is in the house!"
Sir Figgles: "Marcus should file an official complaint. A man of that size should not be allowed to fly!"
Amy Maynard: "A super heavyweight who moves like a cruiserweight... Tank is going to be a big problem for everyone in this tournament."
Sir Figgles: "Marcus should file an official complaint. A man of that size should not be allowed to fly!"
Amy Maynard: "A super heavyweight who moves like a cruiserweight... Tank is going to be a big problem for everyone in this tournament."
As what has become customary for one half of the Golden Era/one third of the Glorious Golden Era, Neil Newman is sitting on a brown stool in an empty room. Black screen serving as the backdrop. The hood he usually wears on his head is down so the audience can see his face.
Neil Newman:
My conversation with Kyle the other day on Millennium forced me to take a long hard look in the mirror.
Narrative is important. Dominates everything. Kyle and I decided to stop pursuing the tag team championships, instead, opting to push ourselves as singles competitives. I wasn’t successful against Henri. Many of you out there might paint the narrative of me being The Dragon of GGE, the person Henri had to go through to finally live up to his promise of being the one to dethrone Glory Braddock. Ok. Fine. He’s a beast. Whatever. What does my loss to Alex look like to all of you? Maybe I am not as good as I claim? Maybe I wasted my time when I could have just as easily sought to challenge for the IC Championship? I knew what I was doing. I wanted to get the best out of Alex. How does she repay my efforts? Tapping out to Tank? How pathetic does that make me look?
Neil scoffs.
Neil Newman:
I came to a realization. An honest one. I need to dominate this tournament to reset the narrative. I AM A FORMER HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION DAMN IT. No one would know that. Once again, the narrative is that I am a tag team wrestler. I’m still viewed that way. I tried to make an impact against Henri. I tried to bring Alex up to my level. I am not going to hold anyones hand in this Sandstorm Tournament. I am going into business for myself. Because I need this more than anyone. That includes my good bud, Kyle. Like Summer said, don’t give Jessica any bragging rights.
Neil smirks.
Neil Newman:
Hello Dean. You were once the most dominant Invitcus Champion in company history. Since then, you haven’t run roughshod like you did prior to my signing. That was late 2019. Your career hasn’t been the same since losing to Echo. Glory schooled you when you chased the Riot Championship. You somehow became number one contender for the MENTV Champion, don’t forget, before you won that match, I made you tap out. You look impressive. You could rough me up. I have the advantage here. You already displayed Dean, no matter how impressive you are, you are capable of quitting. I made you quit. That’s all I need to know.
Neil places the hood over his head.
Neil Newman:
Welcome again to my world, Dean.
Neil sadistically smirks as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens in the luxury suite of the Enterprise Arena. Sitting on the couch next to each other is the current MENTV Champion Pierce Manning and Megan Monroe. Pierce is wearing a suit due to the fact he is not scheduled to compete tonight. Megan is ready. She has a title defense against Precious Pepper Vain, their rivalry crossing over to the halls of MWE. Pierce raises a finger to indicate he has something on his mind.
Pierce Manning:
I am not going to take up much of your time. Not for your sake. Megan doesn’t mind, her opinion is the only one that matters. As your MENTV Champion, it’s my duty to make an appearance. You were deprived of not seeing me on your screen last week. You’re welcome for the special guest appearance.
On to the matter at hand.
Having Dean Smith in this Sandstorm tournament was destined to be problematic. What if he made a deep run? That would delay my fifth as final defense so I can finally slam this championship on Moretti’s desk, letting him know I am cashing in on my Riot Championship match, it’s bad enough I had to defend my this---
Pierce raises the MENTV Championship off his lap to show the face plate.
Pierce Manning:
-- twice against Donovan. I am glad to be rid of him, the time limit draw prevented me from finishing my 5th consecutive defense at Coup Da Grâce. Devin Hearst Sandstorm tournament creating a scenario where I could wait on Dean Smith? Doesn’t sit right with me. I could have gotten the defense over with this week, or last week for that matter. Listen up Moretti, I don’t want to wait. If Henri is wondering who is next, once my fifth defense is out the way, Henri, I am next in line. Keep that belt warm for me, I’m coming to collect.``
Pierce rested the MENTV Championship back on his lap.
Pierce Manning:
I said my piece. Megan, the floor is yours. Tell PPV what is in store for her.
Megan ran her hand over her Intercontinental Championship that sat on the table in front of her and smiled widely.
Megan Monroe:
PPV… You might have pulled a fast one on me over in Liberty Pro but it’s different here. This is my turf and there’s no way you can stop me here. Want to know why? Because I’m unstoppable. I’ve been intercontinental Champion for almost a year and do you really think I’ll let someone so foreign to my company come in and change that?
She looked at Pierce and the two scoffed before she continued on.
Megan Monroe:
No, no, no! You can’t and won’t beat me. You’re just an over saturated, overrated, two bit model. I’m a CHAMPION! I’m a pure wrestler. I’m as good as it gets. And most of all? I’m the cornerstone of Millennium. I’m what built this company and tonight? You’re going to see exactly what I mean.
Megan looks over at Pierce and smiles.
Megan Monroe:
And after my victory? I get to celebrate with my dream man, all night. The MENTV Champion. Pierce Manning.
Meg gives Pierce a soft kiss before glancing back at the camera and smiling.
Megan Monroe:
I truly do have it all, don’t I? But I won’t stop here. Tonight I’ll show you why once again, 2021 is the year of Monroe and Manning.
The power couple go back to talking as the scene fades away.
Singles Match
Sandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
Neil Newman VS Dean SmithSandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
Neil Newman and Dean Smith met a few weeks ago in a singles match that saw the member of the Golden Era coming out victorious, something Dean wanted to change tonight in order to advance to the second round of the Sandstorm Energy tournament. Neil, on the other hand, was determined to establish himself as a single competitor on the orange brand. And then there was that challenge going on with his tag partner Kyle Butler… Out of the two, Dean had the better start, coming out victorious from the first test of strength and switching to a side headlock, connecting a few punches to the skull from this position. Neil looked dazed already, and it was all too easy for Smith to whip him against the ropes and catch him with a rotating belly-to-belly suplex on the rebound. Newman kicked out in two and surprised Smith with a chin breaker as he was picking him up. Before Dean could recover, Newman turned him inside out with a terrific clothesline. Halfway through the match, Neil looked in control, sitting Dean on the mat with a snapmare and hitting him with a stiff kick to the spine. Newman gathered the opponent up and lifted him in a stalling vertical suplex. The impressive feat of strength didn’t quite go as Neil had planned since the former Invictus champion was able to shift his weight and land back on his feet, in front of Newman. He immediately went for a front kick, his patented down with the door sending Newman several feet back against the ropes. As he bounced back, Dean lifted him on his shoulders for his fireman’s carry gutbuster. Another cover attempt was made, once again frustrated by Neil kicking out in two. If a pinfall failed, Smith tried to put the opponent out with a submission right after, looking to apply the Choke Out dragon sleeper. Newman though was well aware of how dangerous that move could be and he had a counter for it, breaking free before Dean could really apply it. The last minutes of the match were an all out brawl, with little to no room for any technical display. Hard punches, elbows and knee strikes going back and forth between the two competitors. The momentum kept swinging between them as well, making this one of the more evenly matched contests of the first round. A spinning backfist from Dean left Newman stunned and defenseless against the Four Uppercuts And A Dreading, but Neil raised his shoulder in time. Smith then tried to end things with his Mean Dean diving flying knee but, as he was perching on the top rope, he was distracted by Pierce Manning coming down the ramp and sitting ringside to, in his words, enjoy the match. By the time Smith jumped, the former Tag Team champion had had enough time to recover and stepped aside. Grabbed his leg, he transitioned straight into an ankle lock. Dean looked like he was about to tap out due to the incredible torque he applied to his ankle, but somehow he managed to reach the ropes. He used them to get up to his feet but Neil was right there ready to go after that very leg. A few hard kicks and a shin breaker set him up for a figure four attempt, but Dean escaped it and kicked Newman back. For a moment it looked like he could turn the tides, but the Golden Era member sent Smith against the ropes and hoisted him up with a spinebuster and immediately transitioned into a modified Texas cloverleaf. This time the pressure was too much and Dean had to tap out. WINNER: Neil Newman BY: Submission (Spinebuster Into Modified Texas Cloverleaf), 13:14 |
Sir Figgles: He did it again. Now, can we agree that Newman is better than Dean and move on?
Amy Maynard: "Are we going to ignore Manning's distraction?"
Sir Figgles: "Are we going to ask each other questions we already know the answer to?"
Amy Maynard: "Oh God no... Let's just move on with the show..."
Sir Figgles: "Smart woman."
Amy Maynard: "Are we going to ignore Manning's distraction?"
Sir Figgles: "Are we going to ask each other questions we already know the answer to?"
Amy Maynard: "Oh God no... Let's just move on with the show..."
Sir Figgles: "Smart woman."
The scene opens in typical BROOKFORD style. The camera is zeroed in on his face in this talking head style video. He has a stoic expression on his face, not giving away whatever thoughts are dancing in his head.
BROOKFORD:
I was in Japan, busy losing the HKW Dynasty Championship but I digress. I caught wind of what happened on the 2nd of December in this company. CCJ and David Hearst, you two pulled off the long con of the century, ensuring Hearst became the MWE World Championship. I’m a Millennium guy, never cared what Sandstorm Inc was up too. I had my own problems, which should be silenced for good. Hopefully. What you said Hearst spoke out to me. You’re right. This isn’t a business built on honor and sportsmanship. The professional wrestling business is just that, a BUSINESS. No more. No less. Pretty much cut and dry. That’s what a good friend Trenton Snow taught me years ago. Make that money. Cash rules everything around you, in that sense, me and you have that get money attitude in common.
But that’s where the similarities end. I’m more of a do it yourself type of guy. I don’t need to hire thugs to handle my business. There is a difference between what I do and what your boy Wilkow does. Hearst... Wilkow is your mercenary just like Dreadnought. Tell me champion, was the entire purpose of this tournament to watch your big hosses destroy the rest of us, create a scenario where either Dread, CCJ or Wilkow made it to the finals so they can lay down for you?
Dread didn’t get the job done.
CCJ, a man who hired me by the way to keep the MWE World Championship around his waist --he’ll verify how good I am at my job-- is out of this. He bent the knee to you against Kelsey. Why wouldn’t he do the same thing again?
All you got left is Wilkow; a man who couldn’t beat the biggest simp on the Riot roster, Pierce Manning when it mattered most. As big as he is. As strong as he is. As much of a fight as he is gonna bring me, Hearst, another of your mercs is going to be eliminated by nights end. Then what? Your likely plan from the start goes up in smoke. That poses a very big problem... for you. With Lydon out of my way, there isn’t a man alive that is going to prevent me from getting what I want.
I am a literal one man army. Wilkow, you’re gonna find out how good I am at solving problems you big sonofabitch!
BROOKFORD half smirks as the scene fades to black.
The scene cuts backstage as we find Andrew Wilkow sitting in the locker room. Twitchy and tired from his lack of Sandstorm, Wilkow grabs a nearby cooler and pulls out a Sandstorm energy drink. Pulling a key from his pocket, Wilkow punctures the bottom of the can and pops the tab open so that he can shotgun the Sandstorm. Drinking the entire can down, Wilkow is full of rage and anger as he screams and smashes the can onto his hand.
Standing up, Wilkow looks around for something else to smash. Grabbing a nearby jobber by the throat, Wilkow headbutts the guy to oblivion. Tossing the loser away, Wilkow looks for
something else to smash. Looking at the camera, Wilkow slowly makes his way over to the camera with his hand outstretched. The camera crew flee and quickly run in the opposite direction. Closing the door to the room, the camera stares at the door.
Instead of opening the door like a normal human being, Wilkow slams his head through the door and screams at the camera crew. The sound of the camera crew cussing and running away can be heard as the camera follows them away from the deranged Wilkow.
Singles Match
Sandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
BROOKFORD VS Andrew WilkowSandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
Their own sponsored tournament wasn’t going as predicted for the Sandstorm guys. Two of them, Constantine and Dreadnought had already been eliminated, and the VP Andrew Wilkow tonight had to face one of the worst clients he possibly could in BROOKFORD. The Problem Solver raised an eyebrow as Drew made his way to the ring bringing a six pack of Sandstorm Energy™. As if he didn’t have had enough already, as his somehow altered state would suggest. Nevertheless the match started, and it started with BROOKFORD going all in with the opponent, unleashing his heaviest chops to Andrew’s chest and backing him against the ropes, using a clothesline to drop him out of the ring. For some reason Wilkow landed on his feet on the outside and grabbed a hold of BROOKFORD’s ankle and dragged him on the outside. Most of the match developed on the outside, the two heavyweights taking turns at sliding under the bottom rope to interrupt the count of the referee and buy more time for the hell they were raising on the outside. Dropping the opponent on the hard concrete floor wasn’t enough for either of them, and they used every other inch of the ringside area to maximize the damage done. The apron, the barricade, the steel steps, the ring post… They tossed one another against and onto any of those things. Nothing was sacred, not even the commentators table that was shattered by BROOKFORD as he powerbombed Andrew through it. The Sandstorm can Figgles was drinking, or pretending to, flew toward the poor Amy, staining irremediably her white dress. Anyway, back to the match, after putting the opponent through the table BROOKFORD thought it was time to take the match back inside the ring and get the win with a lateral press, but Wilkow wasn’t done yet. A little less than 10 minutes and both competitors seemed to be gassing out already, the long excursion on the outside took a lot out of both of them. Still they kept battling in the middle of the ring, their blows slower in the execution but just as stiff as they were in the beginning of the match. Wilkow stringed a few nasty forearms together, leaving BROOKFORD standing groggily in the center of the ring. He then turned around and sprinted toward the ropes, bouncing back with a running big boot. BROOKFORD thought about the same move to counter him, raising his foot to the incoming Appalachian Mountain Monster. Both men went down and the referee began to count. He was at four when the two competitors started crawling toward the ropes, needing them to pull themselves up. BROOKFORD started to get on his feet while Wilkow priority was to reach for the Sandstorm Energy™. Dusty was the one who handed it to him, getting into an argument with the referee who tried to send him off to no avail. While the official was busy with the Murder Train, Constantine sneaked up behind the Problem Solver and low blowed him. In the meantime Wilkow dragged the six pack inside the ring and pulled one open, getting up to a vertical base and downing the entire can in one sip. Getting a sudden burst of energy from the power drink, Andrew hoisted the opponent up for the Country Roads (Jackknife Powerbomb), dropping him onto the remaining cans. After mourning the wasted Sandstorm for a moment, Andrew made the cover and obtained the win. WINNER: Andrew Wilkow BY: Pinfall (Country Roads), 12:09 |
Sir Figgles: "Yes! That's my boy!"
Amy Maynard: "Boys, plural. It took three of them to beat BROOKFORD."
Sir Figgles: "Just accept the superiority of Sandstom Inc. BROOKFORD didn't and look at him now!"
Amy Maynard: "Sandstorm should look at him too. They may have just made the biggest mistake in making an enemy out of him."
Amy Maynard: "Boys, plural. It took three of them to beat BROOKFORD."
Sir Figgles: "Just accept the superiority of Sandstom Inc. BROOKFORD didn't and look at him now!"
Amy Maynard: "Sandstorm should look at him too. They may have just made the biggest mistake in making an enemy out of him."
Smoke pouring out of a wooden door greets us as we creep into a room light up with a series of candles and lights of different colors. Hanging from the ceiling are a series of chimes that with the most minuscule of breezes emit rhythmic bell like sounds. As the camera moves deeper into the room one piece of furniture stands out the most; a huge bean bag has been placed right in the middle of a stage like part of this room.
There, sitting in the lotus position is a man. His dark curly hair flows with the light breeze in the room and his shaman-like aura seems to invite the camera closer without saying anything. He seems at peace. Nothing bothers him, not even the fact there’s someone else in this room. In fact, as the camera moves closer, he smiles; as if he were expecting us.
??:
Entropy… some might think of it as pure and unadulterated chaos… I see it as the force that drives the universe. We are the universe, thus, We are chaos.
The man extends his arms, inviting the camera to come closer to him. His smile shines amongst the smoke filled room. As we get closer, his face becomes more and more clear. A dark beard adorns his face, as does a pair of Lennon-like red sunglasses. This man doesn’t seem to care that we’re inside a room, his glasses are here to stay.
??:
Chaos comes in many forms; for one soul might see it as a means end… the other might see it as some way for self expression. I’m… we are on the latter. You see, for too long the human race has strived for perfection… order… sanity… but what are those things? Simple words? Concepts conceived in the twisted mind of a power hungry vessel? The idea that everything should aspire to be as one? Hive mind mentality?
A short burst of laughter escaped this man. His calmed demeanor hasn’t changed one bit since he started talking and doesn’t show signs of changing any time soon.
??:
For me, perfection… order… sanity… are the human hubris talking. We cannot change the laws of the universe and the primordial law is… change. For there to be change there needs to be chaos, there needs to be motion. I… we... are motion. I… we... are chaos. Soon you’ll be witness to the great expands of the universe…
He smirks, taking his sunglasses off and looking straight into the camera.
??:
How rude of us… soon, you’ll open your mind to… THE EYE.
The Eye puts his sunglasses back on as the scene fades to black.
Singles Match
Sandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
Alan Envy VS Dustin DouglasSandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
One of the most anticipated matches of the night, Alan Envy's shot at the man who injured his dear friend REDD Thunder, his retribution against Sandstorm Inc. Voodoo Johnson's "Swear It To The Sun" blared out of the loudspeakers and the Lonestar appeared on the stage... Literally dragged by Dreadnought, who was holding him by the leg. The member of Sandstorm Inc said that he found Envy like this, and he had no idea what happened to him. Nobody believed him, he wasn't expecting them to. And besides, the sign on Envy's chest and back looked a lot like those on Nina's body after he beat her up with his baton. Coincidence? Anyway, the match didn't start, Dustin was declared the winner and advanced to the next round. WINNER: Dustin Douglas BY: Forfeit, 0:00 |
"Murder Train" by the Foreskins echoes across the arena as the chorus of boos from the crowd seem to bounce off of Big Nasty Dustin Douglas. He smirks and walks to the ring taking the kid from the ring announcer
Dustin Douglas:
No one here wants to hear you speak. But they all...every single one of them out here came to see me. Now get out of my ring before I make you get out.
Yall...I feel kind of bad. I was supposed to have a match with Alan Envy, but due to circumstances beyond my control...it seems the little vag is gonna be delayed. Such a pity. You would think that after 15 years in this business the dude would know when he was scheduled to compete. This is the problem with this morons who come into the business I am passionate about and can't handle a little adversity or pain.
Just saying...if a couple dudes came after me, I would still come and compete after wrecking each and every one of them. But again....this is why Big Nasty is favorite to win the Sandatorm Heavyweight Tournement...and also why no one will remember Alan Envy.
That said...somebody back there better come out here and wrestle me, or I may just have to grab that there ring announcer and show them what it's like to be in the ring with the Murder Train...
Spoiler. It ain't as much fun for you as it is for me.
He drops the mic, cracks his knuckles and walks toward the ring announcer
Singles Match
Sandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
?? VS Dustin DouglasSandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
A little over a minute passed, and nobody answered the challenge. Finally someone appeared on the stag, It was Andrew Wilkow? Nobody got their hopes high thinking they'd see a match between Drew and Dustin. The Appalachian Mountain Monster was "accompanying" the man he headbutted on his way to the ring before. The man looked still dazed, and he wasn't definitely entering this match willingly. But he was in the ring now. there was no way out. Especially with Wilkow standing there threateningly. Before the match started, Dusty asked him his name. "F-Franklin Dougherty.." He stutterd. Douglas offered him the first shot, but Frank's punch didn't even bother the Murder Train. Hyper Beam, Giga Impact and King Kai clutch and this one was over. Dusty kept the hold a little longer after the bell sounded than raised his hands in celebration, taunting the fans who were booing him out of the building. WINNER: Dustin Douglas BY: Submission (King Kai Clutch), 0;18 |
Backstage we find The British Bombshell herself, the former Riot Champion Glory Braddock, sitting on a brown stool in front of a wall. Her back faces the camera but it is clear that she’s dressed in her purple wrestling gear.
Glory Braddock:
Being The Best in the World comes with many challenges. When are one of the best you are expected to defend your turf anytime and anywhere. Last month I was on top of the world as a champion in two companies; the SCW Adrenaline Champion and MWE Riot Champion. In one week I was faced with two title defenses. I managed to successfully defend my Adrenaline Championship but unfortunately I wasn’t good enough to take down Henri Black and so I lost my Riot Championship.
We can hear her sighing.
Glory Braddock:
I could say I had nothing left in me, I was already winded and fatigued. But I make no excuses. Henri was the better wrestler on that night. Congratulations.
Braddock stands up and turns to face the camera.
Glory Braddock:
Now I’m at a crossroads. The question is where does The British Bombshell go from here? I’m still looking to win my fifteenth world championship. Then again, am I really going to let Henri have the last word on this rivalry? Do I want my legacy as Riot Champion end on that sour note? I don’t know what happens in the future but I do know what happens next.
She points at the camera.
Glory Braddock:
You’re next, Eliza.
She smirks.
Glory Braddock:
Now where have we heard that before? But seriously, Eliza, you may not be new to MWE and you’re damn sure not new to the Riot brand. But tell me, are you prepared to face someone like me? You’re good. You’re really good. But I’m coming off of a loss and anyone who knows me knows that when losing just fuels my drive and motivation, my intensity ramps up even more. See, Eliza, I am focused on climbing back to the top of the mountain and I’m not going to let you stand in my way. Sic Semper Tyrannis...
Singles Match
Glory Braddock VS Eliza Foley
After her win against Jenni Anderson last week, Eliza faced the former Riot champion tonight in her second match on Riot since coming back. The bell rang and Eliza went right after Glory with a clothesline, but the Best In The World ducked it and went to hit the ropes on the opposite side, bouncing back with a running forearm to the jaw. Foley stumbled back but remained on her feet, dropping down on her chest when Glory charged in, forcing the British Bombshell to jump over her and hit the ropes on the other side. When she came back, Eliza leapfrogged over her and Braddock’s run continued, hitting the ropes a third time and bouncing back into a dropkick from the Red Line 2 winner. Foley tried to keep the opponent grounded with a headlock, but Glory fought up to her feet and, with some sharp elbows to the stomach, managed to break free of the hold. She then grabbed the opponent by the back of the head and slammed her down with a running bulldog, making the first pinfall attempt and getting only a count of one for her troubles. The two proud women were trying to one-up each other trading kicks and punches in the center of the ring. With a sudden jumping knee to the chin Eliza had the upper hand and quickly capitalized on it with an irish whip followed by a back body drop. Landing hard on her back, Braddock sat up on the mat, holding the lumbar region with her hand. Foley immediately followed up with a chick kick to the face, knocking down the British Bombshell. She picked her up and applied the inverted facelock, set up for the Mysterious Girl. Somehow Glory managed to evade the attempt and blast the first ever Millennium champion with the Gloria In Excelsis Deo codebreaker. The move caught Eliza completely off guard, with no chance for her to cushion the impact with Braddock’s knee in any way, and she went down like a ton of bricks. Glory made the quick cover but Eliza raised her shoulder in two. Several more near falls came after that, Eliza almost getting the job done with a russian leg sweep against the corner. With Glory down, Foley climbed to the top rope and went for a double foot stomp, but the former Riot champion rolled out of the way. Eliza’s knee twisted on the landing, and Braddock noticed it. She immediately dove with her shoulder on the back of her knee, taking the woman down to the ground, where she went for the Glorify Thy Name, the indian deathlock that already gave her a few wins on Riot. Not this time though, as Foley slowly dragged herself to the ropes, forcing the opponent to let go. The Best In The World then waited until Eliza stood up to hook her arms and set her up for The Glorification. She slipped away from the grip and connected with a mean knee to the spine. Glory arched her back, and she immediately got caught in an inverted facelock by the opponent. This time, she couldn’t counter the Mysterious Girl. Foley walked out with another win, a prestigious one in that. And still, no words from her on which title she was going after. WINNER: Eliza Foley BY: Pinfall (Mysterious Girl), 16:14 |
Amy Maynard: "I think there are no doubts anymore. Eliza Foley is back, and she didn't lose a step."
Sir Figgles: "Yeah, you're right and all... But why can't she just tell us what title she's going after?"
Amy Maynard: "She's waiting the right occasion, I'm sure. Who knows, we might hear it next week."
Sir Figgles: "I hope... I may or may have not bet my next paycheck on a certain title..."
Amy Maynard: "Seriously?"
Sir Figgles: "Yeah, you're right and all... But why can't she just tell us what title she's going after?"
Amy Maynard: "She's waiting the right occasion, I'm sure. Who knows, we might hear it next week."
Sir Figgles: "I hope... I may or may have not bet my next paycheck on a certain title..."
Amy Maynard: "Seriously?"
Pre-recorded…
The scene is that of a fancy living room. There is nice warm fireplace not too far from a luxurious sofa. A few moments in and Summer Collins walks into the scene from stage left. She is wearing a tight black dress that hugs her curves and feminine form. She is perched atop black leather high heel pumps. She is carrying glass of wine in her hand.
Summer Collins:
Hello Riot! Summer Collins of Fabulous here to make this show just a little more Fabulous with my appearance.
Summer sits down on the sofa and sips on her wine.
Summer Collins:
First I want to say that while Jessica and I will always be the best of friends, we are also hyper competitive. This little Sandstorm Tournament that’s underway, Jessica’s husband Kyle has already advanced. Now it’s Neil’s turn to advance, and he will advance. It’s just a question of which Golden Era member advances farther in the tournament. And there’s no way in hell Jessica or myself wants the other to have bragging rights. So we have a little side wager going on. When Neil advances farther than Kyle and...he will since he’s going to win the whole thing...Jessica owes me a favor. If by some miracle Kyle advances farther than Neil, well I owe Jessica. But I won’t have to worry about that since Neil is going to win this Sandstorm tournament. And then maybe I’ll talk to executives at Collins Incorporated about developing our own energy drink because damn, I know we can develop something better than that.
She chuckles.
Summer Collins:
Now I want to take some time to address the tag team division. First Rhett...great job!
She applauds.
Summer Collins:
I enjoyed watching you maim whatshername. As I’ve said before, Fabulous respects your and Singh’s work. Keep it up. And what I like best about you guys is you make no excuses. You don’t live in a fantasy land. You lost your temper and got disqualified, but you sent a strong message. Some delusional people may claim that they dominated you but they didn’t look very dominant after you were done annihilating them. Anytime you guys want a title shot, just say the word.
Summer takes another sip of wine before setting the glass down.
Summer Collins:
And let me make one thing perfectly clear; Jessica and I are definitely Fabulous but if you think you’re unique because you supposedly use your brains and wits to get the job done then you truly are delusional. I know every dirty trick in the book. Hell, I’m adding new chapters to that book every single time I step into the ring. I’ve been using my mind to outsmart opponent’s long before you pulled your head out of your ass and decided to be a wrestler. You are just a cheap Summer Collins knock off. So if I were you I would do my homework and learn real quick just who the hell you’re dealing with because clearly you have no idea. Me and Jessica busted our asses to get these belts and now? Well now that we have what we want we no longer have to beat you, your pet clown, or even Rhett and Singh. Any team that wants to take the belts from us has to BEAT us.
She shakes her head.
Summer Collins:
But we don’t have to beat any of you. And as far as I’m concerned that is absolutely Fabulous!
Leia LeBeau:
Bright lights. Big city. Glittering in gold.
Came the alluring voice of Leia LeBeau.She had that top hat on, that gorgeous little dress, and upon her shoulder was the Junior Heavyweight Title. Her grin to the camera was effortless, posing at a tilt, one of her long legs positioned upon a stool. In the back drop was a live image of the beautiful skyline of Chicago, and in the background played an instrumental of the Cell Block Tango.
Leia LeBeau:
After a year of being told I was over my head. Being told I was just a silly little Showgirl. Being told that I had no place in a wrestling ring, and should focus on just being yet another pretty face.
Wearing a version of her traditional Showgirl gear, but entirely in glittering gold, even to the top hat. Leia smirked to the camera, biting her lower lip. She fluttered her eyelashes at the camera, the screen zooming in, before it panned out and took in the sights of her dazzling prize.
Leia LeBeau:
I have been robbed, cheated, screwed over and told repeatedly that I was not good enough. That I should find a casting couch, and that I shouldn’t even bother lacing the boots, should stick to the heels. Stick to the Savage shoots. Stick to the beach. That I have no place here in a wrestling ring.
She turned suddenly, dripping in gold, bar the pink armband she was wearing. She tilted her top hat, giving a wink to the camera, the raised her title belt high.
Leia LeBeau:
And look at me now. Look at The Show!
She dropped the belt to her shoulder at that point, a scroll emerging upon her pretty face.
Leia LeBeau:
This was kinda the speech I was going to give last week, before I stepped through the curtain and let that spotlight that I love so much shine on down, and hear the roar of the Chicago crowd welcome me with all that Jazz.
Leia all of a sudden jolted, turning her head to the camera with a glare that was very out of character for her. She even set down her top hat, so her eyes could take in the view.
Leia LeBeau:
That was what I planned to say last week. I wanted to thank everyone for all their support, I wanted to thank my friends and family. But something got in the way of all of that. A little group who wanted to make a statement. And now you want the spotlight? When it was just finally, finally shining upon me… you want to take it for yourselves? You want to steal some thunder from the very best all male tag team in the business? It will be more than just night falling for you tonight. You want to play it like Bad Boyz? Wait till you see The Show, and her Men.
She outstretched her arms, looking more serious and focused than she had in a long time, even in her chase for the title. Had they hit a nerve? They must have done, because The Show was rarely ever like this.
Leia LeBeau:
Because if you want to play your boyish games,the men are going to come for you. Let this be a warning… You might not want to show up.
Trios Match
Nightfall Show (Nightfall Rising & Leia LeBeau) VS Bad Boyz (Khalil Washington III, Karib Trinidad & Dré Angelo)
This match was absolute chaos from top to bottom. Donovan Keane and Khalil started things off, but it didn’t really matter. After a snap ddt and a first pinfall attempt from the Nightfall Rising member, both Karib and Dré entered the ring to make the unnecessary save, using the excuse to stomp Keane to the ground. Leia and Jay rushed in to rescue their partner from what shaped up to be a three on one assault. And just like that, the match turned into an absolute mess as soon as it started, the poor referee had already lost any control on the six competitors, if he ever had any. Donnie had Karib pinned in one corner as he was standing on the second rope and dropping punches to his head, involving the fans in it making them count up to ten. Across the ring from where he was, Jay countered an irish whip attempt and sent Khalil in the corner, charging at him with a running high knee to the face. Leia was struggling against the bigger Dré, but after dodging a chop, she put him with his back against the turnbuckle and kicked him hard on the head before choking him with her handstand foot choke. The three members of Nightfall Show exchanged a quick glance and went for simultaneous irish whip, creating a big Bad Boyz crash in the middle of the ring. Jay and Leia rolled the opponents out of the ring leaving the only Khalil laying on the mat. Donovan performed a beautiful standing moonsault to pin Washington, but the man raised his shoulder in time. Hard to keep track of who was legal, more so when the tags were quick and sometimes double to allow the trios to perform a triple team maneuver. The Bad Boyz seemed to be particularly skilled in this aspect, their chemistry and ability to work together was out of question and they showed it at the expense of the poor Leia, who was double chokeslammed on Khalil’s double knee backbreaker. Donnie immediately entered the ring to save his girlfriend but he found Dré blocking his way. Likely for them, Jay was able to slip through Karib’s guard and break up the pin right before the three. The Junior Heavyweight champion struggled for a few long minutes, unable to reach her corner while her opponents, with quick tags, were attacking her relentlessly. The Jet City Woman was not on to give up so easily, and despite all the punishment she took in these long minutes being manhandled by the Bad Boyz, she managed to dodge Angelo’s superkick and take him down with a rear mat slam. That bought her enough time to make the tag to Jay and the momentum of the match changed entirely when Gallagher entered the ring. He hit Dré with a shining wizard, knocking both his partners off the ring before turning back and nailing Angelo with a tilt-a-whirl ddt. The Tattooed Demon kicked out in two. Final part of the match, same as the first, pure and utter chaos. With bodies flying everywhere, it was hard for the referee to keep track of who was legal and who wasn’t. He seemed pretty convinced that Donnie and Khalil were the ones after Nightfall Rising connected their Nightshot on KW3, with Jay kicking his head off with an enziguri while Donnie planted him with the Reverse STO and made the cover right after. Gallagher blocked Dré but Karib managed to save the match after dropping Leia on the outside with a clothesline. After receiving a nod from his girlfriend on the outside, confirming that she was sore but all in all okay, Donovan went to help Jay who was being double teamed by Angelo and Trinidad. Two on two the Nightfall guys had the best of the Bad Boyz and kicked them out of the ring. They were already getting up to their feet, and so was Washington inside the ring. Jay and Donnie only needed a glance, and both of them knew what to do. A beautiful Galla-star Press on the outside to wipe out both opponents and a Donnie Cutter to plant Khalil on his face. The referee was still checking on the mess outside, none of the three men were moving. Donovan in the meantime was ready for his DK bomb when someone jumped the barricade and pushed him down on the canvas, hiding under the ring right after. When the referee turned around and saw Keane arching his back in pain, all he could assume was that Donnie missed the senton as Khalil rolled out of the way and was now getting up to his feet. Donovan was stirring up too, turning around looking for whoever pushed him. A fatal distraction that caused him to get caught by the Drive By spear. Leia desperately rushed to save her man, but a hand sneaked out from under the ring and grabbed her ankle, preventing her from getting in the ring. As the three was counted and the bell rang, the mysterious man emerged from under the ring... WINNER: The Bad Boyz BY: Pinfall (Drive By), 15:50 |
Amy Maynard: "Oh God... That's... That's Omari Johnson! We haven't seen him in months!"
Sir Figgles: "Isn't he the kid the Bad Boyz used as a punching bag?"
Amy Maynard: "Yeah... Why did he help them?"
Sir Figgles: "I don't know but let me tell him this.. Welcome to the Dark Side of the Force, kid. We have cookies, Sandstorm Energy and Gold..."
Omari Johnson gave a long look at the Junior Heavyweight Championship before handing it over to Leia. "Soon." He whispered before leaving the ring with the rest of the Bad Boyz.
Sir Figgles: "Isn't he the kid the Bad Boyz used as a punching bag?"
Amy Maynard: "Yeah... Why did he help them?"
Sir Figgles: "I don't know but let me tell him this.. Welcome to the Dark Side of the Force, kid. We have cookies, Sandstorm Energy and Gold..."
Omari Johnson gave a long look at the Junior Heavyweight Championship before handing it over to Leia. "Soon." He whispered before leaving the ring with the rest of the Bad Boyz.
We then see something in a rarity for Moretti...a relatively normal office space for this evening. By normal I mean totally abnormal in that he has his office stuff on the back of a customized forklift in the arena. He has the cane in his left hand and the silver fox is wearing his normal silver oriented suit. He rubs his temple for a moment as if he’s thinking about something.
Vincent Moretti:
Quite a lively tournament…
He muses for a moment as he contemplates things further.
Vincent Moretti:
Threats of interference and vandalism and well...who knows what else at this point. One group ends, another comes in...cycle repeats. All that jazz. But we’ll see how this tournament plays out and who wins...and what they want.
He then has this scowl etched on his face as he mutters something else.
Vincent Moretti:
Maybe if we’re lucky we won’t need to call the doctor for something…
After those words escape his lips a blue light illuminates in the distance and as soon as Vincent says that and he realizes his mistakes when he sees it.
??:
Doctor?
Vincent Moretti:
Oh shit…
Right on cue a machine ends up rolling in that’s familiar to those who are a fan of Doctor Who. It’s a Dalek. And with what Vincent just said he just let out a sigh not happy at the situation he has to deal with.
Dalek:
The Doctor?
Vincent Moretti:
Oh no...no no no no...not that kind.
Dalek:
You know the doctor! You were also responsible for the twitter account being EXTERMINATED!
With that Vincent shakes his head.
Vincent Moretti:
That wasn’t my doing…
Dalek:
You LIE!
Vincent Moretti:
I tell the entire truth! If there was someone who was trying to ban you or anyone MWE related...it’s Chris Constantine Jr.
Dalek:
...Constantine?
Vincent Moretti:
He might be the real doctor.
And with that again the lights go up as Vincent said the wrong thing and now he’s extending a part of his machine now.
Dalek:
EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!!!!!!!
Vincent Moretti:
SHIT!
Vincent looks at his desk before he could possibly be exterminated and sees one full can of unopened Sandstorm drink. He opens the can and pours it over the Dalek in a desperate move. The lights on the Dalek go out and it seems it was zapped and Vincent breathes a sigh of relief.
Vincent Moretti:
Whew...might have dodged a bullet.
After he speaks that and he rubs his temple...with his eyes closed but then the Dalek powers back up.
Dalek:
I WILL HAVE YOUR TWITTER AND CONSTANTINE’S TOO! EXTERMINATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vincent’s eyes go wide as it seemed like rather than kill the Dalek...it’s now empowered further.
Vincent Moretti:
What kind of bullshit did they put in this!? It CAN’T be legal if it does THAT to a Dalek…
Dalek:
YOU WILL DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And with that Vincent looks back at the person driving the forklift who seems...immune to this kind of thing or apathetic.
Vincent Moretti:
DRIVER! GET US OUT OF HERE!
Driver:
Suit yourself...
In a desperate yell Vincent calls out to the person driving the forklift and the guy hits the gas and the Dalek follows in pursuit obviously faster than what he rolled in toward him earlier. But we fade from this chase scene to get back to the action.
MWE Intercontinental Championship Match
Megan Monroe (c) VS Precious Pepper VainAmy Maynard: “Here we go, Figgles. The match everybody has been talking about, the MWE Intercontinental Championship on the line. Megan Monroe against the former Valiant Lionheart champion Precious Pepper Vain.” Sir Figgles: “Don’t we have enough talented people in our roster? Do we really have to bring some randoms in?” Amy Maynard: “Did you really just call PPV a random? She’s a main staple in Valiant, in GEW and she’s Liberty Pro Anarchy champion too. Not exactly someone they found on the street…” Sir Figgles: “HEY! Put some damn respect on Franklin Dougherty’s name! Kid’s got a bright future.” Amy Maynard: “Once he gets out of orthopedics, yeah… Maybe.” PPV and Megan were standing in opposite corners of the ring, both of them looking extremely focused and determined as they stared at each other. The tension only grew when the referee brought them to the middle of the ring and raised the title in the air. Vain said something about taking the title home with her tonight and Megan didn’t take that too kindly, despite the LPW Anarchy champion calling her “boo”. A hard slap across her cheek was what PPV got for her insolence, but she quickly reacted by jumping on Megan and pinning her on the canvas for some good ole ground and pound. Monroe rolled through, assuming the position on top of Precious and returning the courtesy. This odd dance continued for a little longer, the women trading positions and sharp punches to the face until the ring ended, and they founded themselves close to the ropes. At that point the referee broke things up, demanding that PPV, who was at that point the one on top, would step back. As soon as she did, Megan rolled under the rope and on the apron and laid there for a moment, looking to recover. PPV grabbed her by the hair and dragged her up to her feet, trying to suplex her back in the ring. Megan countered the attempt with some punches to the ribs, adding a high kick to the head once Pepper let her go. Meg’s boot caught the challenger to the side of the head and stunned her, causing her to stumble back to the middle of the ring. Monroe then jumped on the top rope and springboarded herself back into action with a crossbody, pinning PPV and obtaining a count of two. Amy Maynard: “Nice start from Meg tonight.” Sir Figgles: “Can you imagine holding on that title for ten months and losing it to someone who’s not even in the company?” Amy Maynard: “I’m sure that’s definitely playing in her mind. More so after PPV beat her at the Liberty special event.” Sir Figgles: “A lot of pressure on the champion, that’s for sure. Question is, can she handle it? Or is she going to let us all down?” Amy Maynard: “Come on now! You’re not helping her!!” Sir Figgles: “What? She can’t even hear me!” Was that true? Because Megan, who was at the time unleashing a flurry of chops in the corner, stopped and looked over at the commentary table. Pepper was quick to switch position and rock the Intercontinental champion with a series of forearms to the jaw. Stepping back, the founder of D&P put some distance and charged at full speed, connecting with a dropkick to the face. Megan went down and the LPW Anarchy champion climbed up to the top rope, a big smirk appearing on the face as she looked at the opponent down below. Amy Maynard: “She’s going for the Collapsing Star, the same move she beat Megan with at Festivus.” Sir Figgles: “Not this time, though… Megan rolled out of the way.” Choosing the perfect time, the IC champion waited until PPV was right about to jump to roll toward the centre of the ring. Too bad for her Pepper was able to correct her trajectory and land on her feet, immediately performing a second suplex, one she called Encore! Amy Maynard: “What in the world?” Sir Figgles: “Great awareness by the champ, she surely did her homework on the opponent!” Amy Maynard: “That had Seth Iser written all over it, I’m telling you. She lured PPV into going for the Red Star AND the Encore, raising her knees at the very last moment to counter it.” PPV kicked out from the following cradle, but she was in a world of pain, rolling on the canvas with her hands on the bruised ribs. And Megan wasn’t one to let a chance like that go, stomping the hell out her, driving her foot down on the rib cage area ferociously. Pepper rolled over and tried to get up, but Meg caught her with another hard kick to the side before trying to surprise her with a Magistral Cradle, obtaining another near fall. PPV tried a comeback but Megan took back control with the Gamengirl, her patented Gamengiri Kick. Vain stumbled a bit and eventually fell on her knee, visibly stunned. Monroe smiled and turned to the hard camera, taking the chance to mock her long time rival Tiff Rollins calling for the Five Foot Death Kick. She got booed out of the building for this by the fans, and to add insult to injury, her opponent dodged the superkick and rolled her up with a schoolgirl pin instead, but Monroe kicked out in the nick of time. Amy Maynard: “An unnecessary distraction almost cost Meg her title.” PPV was on a hot streak again, pulling out all the best moves in her arsenal in an attempt to keep down the Intercontinental champion. But Megan wasn’t going to give up on her historic reign just yet, kicking out from the high angle German suplex, the Killing Stroke (straightjacket suplex) and the Replay Value as well. She survived all those and some more, but right now she looked in a bad shape, holding onto her right shoulder, the one Pepper dropped her onto with her rolling german suplexes. The challenger tried to submit the champion with her Red Riot, but Megan once again was ready with the counter. Amy Maynard: “And once again you can see Seth’s long arm in this.” Sir Figgles: “You know, you gotta stop giving all this credit to the old man.. He’s married, you know?” Amy Maynard: “Don’t be an idiot, Figgles. I’m saying that because the Red Riot is a modified version of Seth’s Dream Eater. Safe to assume he knows how to avoid it, and taught Megan a trick or two.” What came next, instead, was all Megan’s making. The Intercontinental champion relied on her kicks to shift once again the momentum of the match. A spinning heel kick, the crane kick and a crescent one. Those educated feet were hitting the challenger from every angle, Pepper was having a hard time to block and dodge them, suddenly finding herself on the back foot. Meg then kicked her in the stomach and planted her on her head with the Beautiful Disaster (lifting ddt), but PPV miraculously kicked out in two. Frustration started to creep in on Megan, who slammed her fists on the mat and lashed it out on the referee. Even though her rage was misdirected, the frustration was understandable: PPV hadn’t moved since getting dropped on her head. The champ then climbed up to the nearest corner. Amy Maynard: “Megan is taking a big risk here, looking for the Fly-Dell.” Sir Figgles: “Don’t do it kid, it’s not worth it…” As soon as she jumped for the phoenix splash, Pepper rolled out of the way and popped up to her feet. She was playing possum! Much like she did before though, Megan landed on her feet after the spectacular move, avoiding a potential disaster. For a moment it looked like she was losing balance, but she still ducked PPV’s clothesline attempt, running toward the ropes and jumping on the middle one, catching PPV with the Monroe Driver (springboard crucifix driver into a pin). The referee made once again the count, this time Pepper couldn’t kick out in time. WINNER: Megan Monroe (STILL MWE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION) BY: Pinfall (Monroe Driver), 19:30 |
Whilst Megan is celebrating, a sudden hush falls over the crowd as Eliza Foley walks out onto the stage. She is applauding the champion and her efforts tonight, Eliza takes her time in walking down the road to approach the ring. However once she reaches it she doesn’t go into the ring and instead circles around it, taking a microphone from one of the assistants, she then turns to face the crowd seating herself quite comfortably atop the commentators table.
Eliza Foley:
Congratulations Megan, I want to get that out of the way first because the truth is ever since I handed the torch to you, you’ve done everything I know you could do. I always told you that you were destined for great things, I was always the one that believed in you, when it was time for me to take a step back and focus on other things, you were the one I knew would take up in my stead. And that’s the reason, then I don’t even get mad when I hear you say that millennium was built on your back. Because this new version comes with the rewritten history books and the casual forgetting of how it is we got here, definitely lends to the belief that you built this empire.
I can’t and won’t take that away from you. But there is something you’re missing, something that you’re lacking even… And that’s real competition. Let’s be honest you haven’t truly been challenging since you run Tiffany out of the sport. You haven’t had anyone step to you that made you cry with her deep down inside, of the anticipation of the war that was coming. So I’m here to give that to you. Consider it a late Christmas gift.
Eliza smiles as she looks up at Megan from her seat on the commentary table. She allows the fans a moment to take in what it is she said, looking around with a small smile on her face as a pattering of cheers take up. She had never been a good girl Babyface but she was definitely a fan favourite, many were happy to see her back in a millennium ring after her tenure in the years prior.
Eliza Foley:
I showed back up here, making my mark without so much as a second thought. I championed a tournament that people came from all over to be a part of, I made my voice heard on Twitter when people are forgetting that Valentine built this company. It only makes sense that now I would come for you and if you’re honest with yourself you’ve wanted this, you were afraid to expect it, but you’ve wanted this for longer than you ever admit to anyone. So let’s do this the right way Megan, you and me. All wrestling, no bullshit.
And with that she gives a little salute to Megan and allows her to enjoy her victory lap joining in with the fans as they applaud their champion.
Amy Maynard:
Well, this answers your question Figgles.
Sir Figgles:
Damnit, why couldn't she challenge Henri Black for the Riot championship?
Amy Maynard:
This should teach you to stop gambling. You barely guess anything anyway.
Sir Figgles:
Shut up...
Amy Maynard:
Anyway, this is everything for tonight. Thanks for joining us, and good night!