Post by gvb on Jan 25, 2021 18:42:51 GMT -6
Riot in Illinois XVIII
Live from Enterprise Arena in Chicago, IL
Sunday, January 24th, 2021
Tag Team Match
Saki & Kimberly Williams VS The Eye & Ale Velasco
No stranger to tag together, Kimberly and Saki were reunited tonight to take on the Puertorican duo of Ale Velasco and the colorful The Eye. It was the latter who started the match, eager to show the MWE fans what he was capable of. Taking on him in the opening moments was the resident oddball Saki who didn’t waste a second to give the young man a taste of what competition in MWE looks like… By getting a taste of him, biting at his face to get a break from his flurry of strikes. As unorthodox as it was, it clearly worked and The Eye stumbled back, probably more surprised than hurting. Either way, before he could recover and resume his offense, Saki jumped at him with her legs apart and took him down with a headscissors. With his impressive athleticism, The Eye performed a cartwheel and landed on his feet. He didn’t even have time to gloat a little that the Kawaii Deathmachine took him off his legs with a low dropkick. He immediately pulled himself up but received a kick to the stomach for his troubles, followed by a corkscrew neckbreaker. The Eye kicked out in time. A double tag, and it was Velasco and Williams’ turn to delight the fans. This part of the match started with some heavy kicks traded in the middle of the ring. One week ago, in Ale’s successful debut against Saki, the two women traded some less than flattering words, and that translated into this intense exchange. We were right in Kim’s wheelhouse, the Woman Scorned landing some nasty kicks including the Morrigan’s Wrath superkick that sent Ale flat on her back. Kimberly tried to put her away with a jackknife pin, but Velasco still kicked out. The Wildcard continued with her attacks, but Velasco blocked one of those kicks and took Kim down with a dragon screw, right into an Achille’s lock. The excruciating submission was locked in, but Kimberly was quick to reach the ropes and save herself, at least from now. Because La Alcadesa started tearing her limb apart, focusing on that right leg looking to pave her road toward another submission win. To weaken her, she connected her Starlight Drop (shinbuster) and the Shin Splints (diving double foot stomp on the leg), as well as several submissions. But Williams wasn’t one to give up easily, and despite the injured leg she still fought back and hit a second Morrigan’s Wrath, uncaring of the pain this sent through her leg. She had now an open way to her corner, and she successfully made the tag to Saki who rushed in and removed The Eye from the equation and from the apron, right before Velasco could make the tag. A few near falls saw Saki almost getting her payback from the previous week, but Alejandra kicked out from every attempt, even from the piledriver. She desperately needed to make a tag though, having been inside the ring for a prolonged time now. The opportunity rose when the Singapore Mauler climbed to the corner for the Cotton Candy Kiss Of Death and Ale launched herself against the ropes, causing Saki to fall from the top rope. Velasco then made the tag to her partner and launched herself through the ropes, shoulder first on Kim’s mid section and taking her down on the floor below. The impact was hard and neither of them was moving. Inside the ring, instead, The Eye was moving oh so quickly, hitting Saki from every angle with moves like the rolling wheel kick, the tiger feint kick and a flipping piledriver, but the Kawaii Deathmachine just wasn’t staying down. Neither were Kimberly and Alejandra, battling on the outside. By the look of it, Williams had the advantage, throwing the opponent against the barricade and stomping her down. But inside the ring the action was continuing, and The Eye was about to go for his finishing maneuver, the dragonrana called Entropy. Williams rushed to the ring to save her partner, but it was too late, The Eye obtained the three and celebrated his first win. WINNER: The Eye & Ale Velasco BY: Pinfall (Entropy), 10:14 |
The scene opens up in a gym. A small worn empty gym. There sitting on one of the benches is Alex Andrews . Dressed in workout clothes, she pulls down her mask and shakes her head, lost in thought once more.
Alex Andrews:
It's always a roller coaster with me, isn't it? Ups and downs. One step forward, one step back. Two step forwards, two steps back. I can't ever seem to maintain any sort of sustained momentum.
Alex smiles a half hearted smile as she continues.
Alex Andrews:
I suppose that's just the way, right? I'm still a relative rookie, right? I mean I've worked hard, tried to get better and improve and I daresay, I've impressed a few souls. One thing you'll notice, through thick and then, I won't give up easy. You saw how I brought to fight to Tank even if I was outmatched on most fronts, he had to dig deep, and now look at him doing deep into that Heavyweight Tournament. He didn't just run me over, and I think that says just a little bit about my character.
She stretches and gets up onto her feet.
Alex Andrews:
But that was then, and now I got to focus on Legion. I admit she's not an easy one to prepare for. She's all over the place and quite the enigma, but again, in won't be made to kneel so easy. I'm just going to keep lowering my shoulder and trudging on through. I need this. I need this win and I'm going to get it. I need to start stringing together wins if I am ever going to move up on the card and get any type of title opportunities and I didn't get into this sport to be just another cog. I got into it to be a champion. And come hell or high water, that's going to happen. And this right here? It'll be the start of that.
Alex grabs a towel out of her gym bag, patting her face with it and then pulls up her mask. She glares at the camera for a second before picking up the gym bag and slings it over her shoulder, walking away towards the locker room as we fade to black.
Singles Match
Alex Andrews VS LegionLooking to bounce back after the quick loss to Eliza Foley two weeks ago, Legion started off strong against Alex Andrews who, as well, was coming from a loss against Tank Steiner in the first Riot of the new year. The former WWH Asylum triple crown winner managed to get a couple of near falls in the first minutes with quick roll-ups, but Andrews was always very alert and kicked out in two. Back to their feet, the two women locked up in a collar and elbow tie, Alex with the power advantage forced Legion back against the ropes, with the referee immediately stepping in to separate them. Always the sportsperson, Andrews immediately stepped back but her kindness only earned her a kick to the stomach. Legion grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her out of the ring, taking a short run to the opposite side of the ring to dive through the ropes and take Alex down with a beautiful dive. The Demon tossed the opponent against the barricade and stomped her down furiously, stopping when the referee’s count reached six to take the fight back in the ring. She drove her head against the steel post before rolling her back in the ring and climbing to the top rope, jumping with a frog splash to make the cover and earn the first near fall. Halfway through the match, Alex was finally building some momentum. The turning point was when the twenty years old escaped a suplex attempt and connected her Broken Wings (backstabber). She then relied on her kicks to wear Legion down, unleashing a flurry of shoot kicks to the leg and side before sending the opponent on her back with the Elysium bicycle kick. Legion tried to rally back but Alex hit him with alternating chops and forearms to the face. A sudden break came when Legion connected a sudden and high knee that knocked Alex back and gave Legion room to attempt her Icy Death. Andrews had that one scouted and easily ducked the running big boot, clubbing the opponent from behind with a stiff shot to the back of the head. With the opponent stunned, it was all too easy for Alex to hook her arms and plant her on her face with the Hella Rough (unprettier) and obtain a win that had never really been in question. WINNER: Alex Andrews BY: Pinfall (Hella Rough), 6:53 |
Heading backstage here at Riot. We find ourselves hearing the sounds of two men grunting as they hoist in a rather large couch. On one side of the couch is Omari Johnson and on the other is Clyde Eldon Jr. As the two enter the room Khalil Washington directs traffic. Pointing where the couch should go. Clyde and Omari struggle there way to the spot, setting it down quickly. Both breathing heavy.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
That sucker was heavy, especially with me having to do all the lifting.
Omari seems ready to snap back at him but Marcus Ali Jr enters the room along with Erika Eldon who dons an oversized Bad Boyz T-Shirt that she has fashioned into a dress. Erika has a grip on the muscular forearm of Marcus Ali Jr who is sporting the black Bad Boyz t-shirt, black Levis jeans and his usual black & white UA sneakers. Omari's gray t-shirt is wet with sweat as he looks at Marcus.
Marcus Ali Jr:
Good job boys, but you guys know the rule, no rest till the job is done and there is still what? Two tables, a television and who knows what else.
Khalil Washington III smiles, clearly enjoying the Clyde & Omari straining and working up a sweat. When suddenly Omari lashes out.
Omari Johnson:
What the hell Marcus?! I have a match later tonight, actually my first match since the summer. I should be getting ready for my match, not stuck here lifting heavy stuff with this jackass.
Johnson looks at Clyde, clearly Clyde has gotten under his skin and struck his last nerve.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
Don't worry Marcus. It isn't that heavy. It is no problem.
Enjoying throwing Omari under the bus. And also trying to impress the guys
Clyde Eldon Jr:
If Omari is too small, Khalil and I can probably get the rest.
Khalil looks at Clyde and steps up to him.
Khalil Washington III:
You would like that wouldn't you? .....But here is the deal, as much as you visualize it in your head, when it comes to The Bad Boyz you are not on my level.
Omari smirks, catching the attention of Khalil Washington III.
Khalil Washington III:
You find something funny?
Omari Johnson:
No sir I don't.
The smile quickly wiped off the face of Omari.
Omari Johnson:
May I suggest something?
The 2016 NCAA Division I Amateur Wrestling Champion Khalil Washington III steps up to Omari, meanwhile Marcus and Erick has taken residence on the new sofa couch Clyde and Omari just brought in, they look on quietly. Khalil softly speaks.
Khalil Washington III:
What's on your mind?
Omari Johnson:
Well, Clyde made it clear it's not heavy. If it's not heavy then it's light, .....right?
Khalil Washington III:
What are you getting at?
Omari Johnson:
Well I have match and I really don't want to end up gassed out come match time. Since it's light work for Clyde, I'm sure he can impress all of The Bad Boyz, by being a one man moving crew.
Khalil looks back at Clyde Eldon Jr.
Khalil Washington III:
Not a bad idea. What do you think Clyde?
Omari looks on with a smirk.
Clyde Eldon Jr:
I mean it would be super easy for me. But I also know that flat screen isn't cheap...So it seems like a two man job.
Clyde back tracking a bit. However his little sister pipes up way too nice of a person.
Erika Eldon:
I can help out if needed.
Preparing to walk away from Marcus to help her brother. Both Khalil and Omari realize this isn't good for them as there is no way Marcus would allow her to do any heavy lifting over them.
Khalil Washington III:
Alright hold up. Wait a second Erika.
Khalil sighs, not happy with the decision he is about to make.
Khalil Washington III:
Omari, you're right. Go get ready for the match.
As Omari about to walk off with a smile on his face, Khalil holds him by his shirt and pulls him back towards him.
Khalil Washington III:
You better not disappoint.
Omari nods as Khalil leaves him go.
halil Washington III:
Erika you stay here, I'll go with Clyde.
Clyde smiles knowing he just got his wish. He lifts his hand for a high five Khalil shakes his head and makes his exit, followed by Clyde, leaving Marcus and Erika alone together.
Marcus Ali Jr:
This should be fun to watch.
Marcus holds Erika's hand and pulls her back towards him who is seated on the couch. She plops down next to him on the couch
Erika Eldon:
Yeah it should. By the way thanks for the T-Shirt. You like it?
Marcus gives it a look over and then a very smooth head nod. The two relaxing while Khalil can be heard off camera bickering at Clyde to hold up his end of the table.
Singles Match
Asher Miles VS Omari JohnsonOmari Johnson made his return by surprisingly helping the Bad Boyz in their trios match last week against the Nightfall Show, and apparently got his eyes on Leia’s Junior Heavyweight championship. In his first match back on Riot, he went up against someone who faced Leia in the past, a former challenger to the same title Johnson would love to have around his waist. Omari came out swinging in this contest, darting at Asher as soon as the bell rang and taking him down with a shoulder tackle. Miles quickly got up to his feet, lasting only a moment before he was taken down by an armdrag from Johnson. The same thing happened again a moment later, and again for a total of three arm drags. After the trifecta, Johnson charged in but ran right into a dropkick from Miles, winding up flat on his back staring at the lights. Before he could even try to get up, the Antares was on top of him with a running shooting star press, forcing him to a first kick out. Johnson had a good showing in the central part of the match, planting Asher on his head with a satellite ddt. Miles escaped the pin by rolling under the bottom rope and resting on the apron, but Omari wasn’t letting him go away with this. He grabbed the top rope and jumped over to land on the apron, dragging Asher up to his feet and quickly hitting a couple of knee strikes to the face while picking him up. He then attempted a dangerous piledriver on the edge of the ring, but Asher resisted and sent him flying back, landing hard on the apron. Still a bit dazed from the previous ddt, Asher preferred to get back in the ring, letting the referee count out Omari. When it became clear that he was going to beat the count, Asher tried to suplex him in but he received two hard punches to the mid-section that made stumble back. And that was when Johnson jumped on the top rope and springboarded himself in with a superman punch, a move he called 911. He caught Asher flush on the jaw, but the Red Star kicked out in time. The fast paced action went back and forth for several minutes. A top rope reverse hurricanrana from Omari almost ended the match, but Miles managed to kick out at the last possible moment. And it worked as a wake up call for Asher, who reacted and countered Johnson’s irish whips, following through with a double knees. After the impact, the Human Superman slipped down to a seated position and got kicked in the face with a corner shining wizard. In Omari’s moment of greatest need, the Bad Boyz showed up, drawing the ire of the fans. Karib Trinidad and Dre Angelo were walking toward the ring, issuing threats to Asher. But the Antares was paying them no attention, remaining focused on Johnson. Unlike the referee, who missed the low blow Omari hit Asher with. Johnson was ready to connect with his Super Duper Kick (sweet chin music), but a scream from his partner Karib turned his attention back to the outside. Donovan Keane just blasted Trinidad with a chair shot to the back, a retaliation for the recent events between his team and the Bad Boyz. Angleo turned around and got smacked on the head, and at that point Donovan pointed his finger to Johnson. Or rather, to Asher behind him. Before Omari could turn around, Asher lifted him for a tiger suplex and finished him with the Antares punt kick. WINNER: Asher Miles BY: Pinfall (Antares), 11:38 |
We cut inside one of the VIP boxes of the Enterprise Arena. From the big window you could see the empty ring and empty stands, making it clear this was recorded before the show started. Inside, behind a small table with various snacks and sweets on it, we see the Riot commentator Amy Maynard and Razzles Mars, the young woman who was assaulted by Echo over a month ago. Not too far from them, Amy’s daughter Mia is playing with a couple of MWE superstars action figures. One of them, oddly enough fighting with the tiny top hat on her head, is the Junior Heavyweight champion Leia LeBeau, the other is Echo, who’s getting her ass beaten by the Showgirl.
Amy Maynard:
We hope everything is of your liking, Razzles. And should you need anything else, all you have to do is ask. An MWE staffing will be right outside that door, all the time.
Amy smiles at the guest, pointing at the door with her finger.
Razzles Mars:
This is great. Thank you so much for all of your hospitality, mate!
The charming British accent accentuates each polite word. Razzles’ hand, now removed from its cast that Echo had caused her to wear, clutching onto a container with a pink bubble tea, topped with nearly a mountain of whipped cream on it. Taking a sip, pleased with a giddy squeal following.
Razzles Mars:
I think Mia’s got a pretty great idea of things that need to happen, though.
She said with a little giggle, tucking some pale blonde hair behind an ear. Amy looked at her daughter, a slight smile appearing on her face as she shook her head.
Amy Maynard:
And to think that Echo used to be her favorite until she saw what she did to you… And, well, to me too…
Instinctively her hand moved to the side of the face the australian kicked her on over a month ago.
Amy Maynard:
How’s your arm by the way?
Razzles frowned, planting the cup on the edge of the table. A deep sigh escaping her lips, as she contemplated that question for more than a few moments.
Razzles Mars:
You know, it’s just a bone. Really. It’s just an arm. Yeah, it hurt like the bloody dickens to feel my arm bent in a way it was never meant to go, but I think what stuck with me more than the itch of the cast or my bone aching whenever the weather dips below a certain temperature is the fact that I can’t ever truly feel safe in my own space anymore. My own home, my own day-to-day tasks, there’s still the worry that Echo may try to sink lower, to outdo herself… that’s the worst part. A broken arm heals. But, uncertainty… that doesn’t go anywhere, anytime soon anyway…
She frowned, her fingers gently clutching at her elbow. It had gotten the brunt of the punishment from her former friend, having been the driving point to be spiked into the ground by Echo in her attack.
Razzles Mars:
I have no desire to be the face of victimhood, mate… but she keeps trying to put me there. Smacking the glass when I’m in the crowd. Digging her nasty little barbs at me, trying to get some reaction she can’t get otherwise. I don’t know when this will end, since I didn’t do anything to start it. She just got bored with her own inabilities and decided to turn the knife on me. It’s escalated far beyond anything it ever should have been…
Amy Maynard:
Yeah, this new attitude… I don’t know, I’m not buying the fact that this is the “real Echo” as she keeps saying…
The commentator nodded.
Amy Maynard:
After she lost the title, she suddenly turned into this b…
Remembering that her daughter was not far from her, Amy stopped right in time to avoid that the little Mia would hear her cursing. Not that the kid was paying any attention to their conversation, too busy playing with her toys and making sure, at least there, Echo would get what she surely deserves.
Amy Maynard:
Something changed, and I tried talking to Yulia but she has no idea what triggered this. Do you think it was all an act? Is this the real her or maybe there’s still hope to bring the old Echo back?
Razzles Mars:
At one point, I mourned for my friend. I let those little jabs roll off me like water off a duck’s back. She tried to push me into a fight, and I told her the same answer, time and time again. This is not her. And a fight with her has nothing to offer me. Nothing changes about where we are. A fight with her wouldn’t bring back what I’ve lost. And the more I see how she treats others, who have done NOTHING to her, while she acts like the sore loser she is, the more I realize that may not be the worst thing.
She shrugged. It wasn’t in her nature to be so passive, nor say such cruel things. But, she was fed up. Week after week of torment, her personal space invaded, her former friend making things personal… at one point Razzles would have bent over backwards to salvage the friendship the two had, but now? There seemed to be little point to it.
Razzles Mars:
She got what she wanted. Attention. But, she’s not nearly gotten what it is that she deserves yet.
Amy listened to the young girl’s words. It was hard to disagree with her, Echo’s actions, her attacks to the MWE staff, herself included, surely got the spotlights on the Australian, before the injury suffered at Red Line 2 halted her rise. And while it didn’t exactly put her in a good light with the fans, at the same time it didn't seem to bother her. As a matter of fact, Echo seemed to thrive in it, using the hatred as a fuel.
Amy Maynard:
Yeah, I get what you mean. But you know how the saying goes, what goes around comes around.. And one day she’ll have to account for all these despicable things she has done.
A quick glance at her wrist made her realize that her time was almost up, and she had to get ready for tonight’s show.
Amy Maynard:
I have to go now, but we can continue the talk after the show, if you want.
She reached inside her purse and pulled out a small envelope.
Amy Maynard:
Before I go though, Vincent Moretti asked me to give you this.
Curiously, she accepted the envelope from the hand of the woman before her. Eagerly asking while she pried the envelope’s opening flap upward.
Razzles Mars:
What is this?
She asked, removing the folded paper from the envelope. Undoing the folds in it as her green eyes scanned over the paper.
Amy smiled at Razzles, watching her reaction as she scrolled through the paper.
Amy Maynard:
I don’t know, he didn’t tell me. But I heard rumors, and if I had to guess I’d say it’s an invitation for…
She was interrupted by Mars excitedly screaming what the letter was about.
Razzles Mars:
HOLY HERSHEYS. It’s a tryout match!
Her free hand cupped her mouth. Those usually huge eyes wide as saucers, the shock literally making her tremble. Taking a moment to collect herself, the hand that was previously clasped over her mouth beginning to fan her face.
Razzles Mars:
I just… I… wow. I’ve not wrestled in over a year. This is just… it’s incredible! I’m overwhelmed. I’m shocked. Just… wow!
Amy Maynard:
Well, you have one week to shake off that ring rust then!
Amy said, winking at the blonde girl. Almost to calm her down, she then placed her hand on Razzles’ shoulder, speaking in a soothing tone.
Amy Maynard:
I guess that something good came out of this bad story, after all. A chance to get back in the ring again, to keep pursuing your dream despite someone’s attempts at crushing it. This is your moment, Razzles. And nobody is going to take it away from you.
For a person who was mostly comprised of sugar and caffeine, collecting herself was always an adventure in concentrated effort. Nodding, letting Amy’s words sink in and marinade some, she pushed back those worries and concerns that an extended period away from the ring had brought.
Razzles Mars:
You’re right. You’re 100% right. I need to do this. I can’t keep letting the worries about what could happen stand in my way. I need to thank Mr. Moretti for this opportunity! I need to get ready!
Almost frantic, she began to march towards the door, before realizing that there was still another person in the room that needed to be contended with. Smiling, sheepishly, she returned to her seat in the skybox.
Razzles Mars:
I need to keep an eye on the sprog until the show ends. But THEN… then I will do the rest!
Blushing slightly, she took hold of her cup. Her cheeks a deep hue of pink before making herself comfortable in the cozy, executive chair.
Singles Match
Dean Smith VS Alan EnvyThe big question here was if Alan would have made it to the ring this time. The answer came when “Swear It To The Sun” by Voodoo Johnson blared out of the loudspeakers and the Lonestar appeared on the stage. You could tell though that he was nervous, checking behind his back on multiple occasions on his way to the ring, almost as if he expected one of Hearst’s goons to jump on him at any moment. That, luckily, didn’t happen, but as soon as the match started he received a hard elbow to the face by Dean that nearly sent him over the top rope. As Alan was stuck against the ropes, Smith threw some chops at him before sending him for a run on the opposite side of the ring, waiting for him with a clothesline. Envy ducked it and kept running, hitting the ropes on the opposite side and leaping toward Dean with a shoulder tackle that knocked the former Invictus champion off his feet. After a stomp to the stomach, Alan stood Dean up only to put him back down with a gourdbuster after a headbutt to the bridge of the nose. He then attempted a first pin, getting a one and half count. The two heavyweights traded stiff punches, both of them chasing the win after the recent setbacks and the early eliminations in the Sandstorm Energy™ tournament. Two different styles, Alan more of a brawler, looking more at the substance rather than the form. Dean, on the other hand, was relying on his boxing background, keeping Envy at distance with jabs so quick the opponent couldn’t dodge them. Punch after punch, Envy backed into the corner but that didn’t keep him safe from Dean’s uppercuts. Five of them, to be precise, followed by an irish whip that sent him crashing in the opposite corner. Smith charged in for a clothesline but he ran into Envy’s foot, stumbling back while the opponent climbed to the top rope and jumped at him with a double axe handle to the skull. Dean was down, but he quickly tried to pick himself up, seating up. Envy took a head start and put him back down with a sliding lariat. Once again the former tag champion attempted a cover, but Dean kicked out in time. Dean’s reaction in the final part of the match was worthy of a champion. In his moment of greatest difficulty, he turned the tables, “stealing” a throat strike from his sister Luna’s arsenal and followed with a volley of kicks, forearms and punches that knocked Alan down. Smith dragged the opponent up to his feet and scooped him up, hoisting him over his shoulders and dropping him on his knee with a gutbuster, but it wasn’t enough to beat Alan. Envy was now heading to the corner to take refuge, Dean charged at him again but this time he connected with the clothesline, grabbing Alan by the back of his head and slamming him on the canvas with a running bulldog. As Envy tried to stand up, Dean trash talked him and went for a straight punch, but Alan blocked it and went for a burning hammer. Smith slipped away and pushed the opponent's chest first against the ropes, clubbing him with a hard elbow to the back of the head. Alan wasn’t playing by the rules and without thinking twice tried to gouge Dean’s eyes out when the former Invictus champion had him on his shoulders for a death valley driver. With Dean momentarily blinded, Alan went straight for the Envious Demise. Smith raised his shoulder in time. Chris Constantine Junior walked to the ring, with the clear intent of distracting Alan now that he was so close to win the match. And it worked, as Envy wasted time arguing with him and fell victim of the Four Uppercuts And A Dreading. Smith went then on the top rope to hit his Mean Dean diving knee strike, hooking the leg for a pinfall. Envy put his foot on the bottom rope, but CCJ pushed it down before the referee could notice, costing his former team member the match. WINNER: Dean Smith BY: Pinfall (Mean Dean), 12:37 |
We get a view of perhaps one of the more normal office choices Vincent has had in a little while. By that I mean it’s still not normal whatsoever because they’re in catering with fresh cold cuts and a couple of hot meals out there for choice. And his desk is parked in the center of all of that with the normal, mild clutter that’s associated with the silver fox there. The silver and black suit is on point though as he leans back on his chair and that trademark cane on one hand and a phone on the other. And it seems like it’s mid conversation as Vincent seems like he’s irritated.
Vincent Moretti:
Look, I’m not in the mood for interference tonight. This tournament has been painted over with that kind of crap and I’m sick of it. So yeah...we’re not having any of that. Sandstorm is banned from interfering in the match from Tank and Wilkow. They’re the primary perps in that kind of case. If anyone else decides to play that game...I’ll deal with that accordingly as well.
There’s a pause as if Vincent is waiting for a confirmation from someone else.
Vincent Moretti:
Tell them to enforce the parking lot instead. I already have a super powered Dalek after me. I don’t want another thing going after this show. If they violate the ban, they won’t like the repercussions. It’ll hit the wallet, the ego, and the pride all at the same time. Thank you for your time. But the energy drink still doesn’t get the approval from me.
With a growl Vincent hangs up the phone and puts it on his desk as he shakes his head and there’s a groan he lets out. He then scowls at the bowl of soup he has with a notable frown.
Vincent Moretti:
Some sponsors are wonderful. Some...they’re a royal pain in the ass. It kind of makes the soup taste saltier or oiler than normal too...can’t pinpoint which yet.
Too caught up in his own thoughts, Vincent doesn’t notice that the guest he was waiting for arrived. Elsa McCarthy, the young general manager of the green brand enters the “office” and walks to Moretti’s desk, once again looking confused at his choice of a office, or the reasons behind it.
Elsa McCarthy:
Good evening Vincent. Am I… Interrupting you or something?
She politely asks. Vincent is a little calmer though now that the phone call is over.
Elsa McCarthy:
I can come back later…
That gets a shake of the head from Vincent and then he gestures to the seat in front of his desk.
Vincent Moretti:
No, kid. You aren’t interrupting anything. Take a seat. Just don’t mind the haphazard job here. Damn Dalek took over the original office.
Vincent almost says that a little too casually...as if he’s used to the insanity of some of the things that can happen but the veteran pulls out a clipboard and hands it to Elsa right away.
Vincent Moretti:
She knows her worth, I know that much but it’s still of the utmost importance to get her signed on that dotted line you know. As you can see from that...Lowri’s still not signed to the company. Hell, when Miss Van Beek wants someone it’s obvious...and I know it’s made clear to both of us that she’s wanted.
Elsa McCarthy:
Oh yeah, she has been asking about her since the Anniversary event. I got an earful for what happened with that rogue referee, I still remember, it was awful..
Elsa confesses. She shakes her head before continuing.
Elsa McCarthy:
Anyway, I agree with you. That’s why I went ahead and offered her a match on the next show, to show her that we’re seriously interested in adding her to our ranks. I was expecting you to make a move too, if I’m being honest..
With that there’s a semblance of a smile from Vincent creeping onto his face.
Vincent Moretti:
I wanted to make sure there wasn’t any lingering issue between you and Lowri before I do anything. She’s a wrestler who wants to wrestle but she really doesn’t take kindly to that kind of foul play. If it’s a wrestler doing something shady that’s one thing but the whole ref thing...yeah...I wanted to make sure that issue was squashed before I do anything.
And then that smile is gone now as he leans back on that chair, still palming that cane.
Vincent Moretti:
But I saw what you did. To be honest, I like the idea. Just make sure there’s no foul play involved. And if that means I have to be the official myself for that match, fine. But...I think fair is fair…
There is a calmness still to Vincent’s voice before his eyes go serious for a moment.
Vincent Moretti:
Just confirming, she drew Melissa correct?
Elsa nods her head to confirm.
Elsa McCarthy:
Yes, they are quite familiar with each other, they wrestled already in Underground and after resolving their issues, they are on good terms now, they surely respect one another. If you remember, Lowri stopped Freddie from cheating in her match against Reeves at Drums In The Night back in September, and that’s what led to Hjalmar requesting a match against her, and the mess that followed…
At that Vincent just nods to confirm.
Vincent Moretti:
This is proof that I pay attention to company memos sometimes…but I am looking forward to that match. Sounds like a winner to me.
He briefly flashes that smirk for a moment before going back into business.
Vincent Moretti:
I’ll do something similar. Fair is fair. After this show ends, I’m forwarding her the details for a match on the orange brand after her match with Melissa. The counterpart...the opposite top champion. I’ll send her the details but the idea is to give her a different but equal challenge against someone who just proved his mettle in the ultimate tale of old school...winning said Riot Title in Two out of Three Falls. Lowri Moss vs Henri Black.
And without missing a beat again Vincent palms his cane.
Vincent Moretti:
And I’m banning any outside interference or foul play for that match as well. There are times for people to pick a fight with the champion or settle some petty disputes but that won’t be one of them.
Elsa seems to like the idea, proving once again that, despite both of them wanting to sign the Welsh to their respective brand, there was no harmful competition between them.
Elsa McCarthy:
I approve, that is a wise move. And the choice of the Riot champion will definitely show her how much her talent is valued. After that, the ball will be in her court to choose if she wants to sign to Millennium, to Riot or none of them.
A slight sigh escapes her lips as she mentions that last possibility.
Elsa McCarthy:
At least we’ll know we did everything in our power to convince her.
And with that there's a nod from Vincent as he also considers the possibility of that third option.
Vincent Moretti:
That's all we can really do at this point. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
And then there's a semblance of a smile yet again from the elder.
Vincent Moretti:
Until then let's enjoy what we do have on that front and enjoy the show. And after that...well I'm probably going to enjoy a drink. Want to join?
Elsa McCarthy:
Of course, that’s a good idea.
Finally the tension on Elsa’s face seems to melt as she sits back and enjoys the rest of the show with her Riot counterpart.
Singles Match
Sandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
Tank Steiner VS Andrew WilkowSandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
With Sandstorm Inc banned from ringside, Tank looked even more confident as he took on Andrew Wilkow. The Appalachian Mountain Monster, high on Sandstorm Energy™, didn’t seem too bothered, going straight for the opponent before the match even started with a big boot. The impact would have knocked down everyone, but not the Austrian colossus, who just stumbled back a couple of steps. Wilkow roared and swung with a right hook, but Tank ducked it and immediately caught the opponent with a snap Austrian Suplex, showing that he was not fooling around. And he wasn’t giving the opponent any time to recover either, going back on the attack and pounding him with heavy strikes on the mat, driving his forearm on Andrew’s face multiple times. Incredibly enough, the man shrugged them off and pulled himself up, rocking Steiner with a headbutt and firing him in the corner. Charging at full speed, Wilkow went for a corner splash but the Austrian Hulk moved out of the way and Andrew hit the empty corner. The miss surely hurt him, but not quite as much as the backbreaker Steiner followed with and that gave the Austrian a two count. The crowd really came to life seeing the two behemoths fighting, especially when Tank was getting the upper hand and chopping the hell out of the Appalachian Mountain Monster, his big right hand violently connecting on Andrew’s chest and leaving big red bruises on it. With the opponent in the corner, Tank brought his finger to his mouth and told them to be quiet, charging his hand for the most violent chop that literally caused Wilkow to jump on the spot. He stumbled out of the corner, bending forward and clutching at the sore spot leaving himself unprotected to Das Boot, Tank’s hard big boot to the face. Wilkow went down but still managed to kick out and fight back, blocking a powerbomb attempt and hitting a suplex on the Austrian. Pretty pleased with himself after the incredible feat of strength, Wilkow grabbed a can of Sandstorm Energy™ and took the chance to advertise the product, which would probably get him a commendation from Hearst. Since he was there, he cracked it open and downed it one sip to get that extra boost for his LARIAAAAT, knocking down Tank. Wisely the european rolled out of the ring to prevent the opponent from pinning him. On the outside, Wilkow kicked things up a notch and took full advantage of the situation, driving Tank’s head against the steel post numerous times until he cracked his skull. With blood dripping and hindering his vision, it looked like the end might be near for the Austrian, who was now getting rolled back in the ring by Drew who signaled once again for the LARIAAAAT. Perhaps being so blatant about it wasn’t the greatest idea as it gave a heads up to the opponent on what was coming. And Tank countered it with a spear, cutting the big man in half and almost getting away with the win. The celebration was only slightly postponed as the Austrian Hulk kept attacking the opponent with his arsenal of strikes and throws, including three more Austrian suplexes to bring the total of the match up to four, just like he announced on twitter before the match. Then he only needed to connect with Der Große Kaboom and secure the win to advance to the semi-final. WINNER: Tank Steiner BY: Pinfall (Der Große Kaboom), 14:44 |
Neil Newman can be seen inside a locker room. He has his leg outstretched on a steel folding chair. One half of the Golden Era is loosening himself up for his big match tonight against his best friend and other half of the Golden Era, Kyle Butler. Everything is quiet until the door bursts open. Making their presence known is Kyle himself. He comes across as chipper as one can be. Neil doesn’t flinch, he’s still in his own zone.
Kyle Butler:
Hey... I didn’t know if it was bad luck to see your opponent before a huge match. Meh it doesn’t matter when it comes to us, right?
Neil Newman:
Suppose not.
Kyle Butler:
Just stopped by to say good luck. No hard feelings. The TIDE will ROLL all over that ass.
Kyle goes to leave.
Neil Newman:
Bud, wait.
This forces Kyle to stop in his tracks. Neil, done with his stretching, removes his foot from the chair. He folds his arms into his chest. His stoic expression doesn’t change as he stares at his best friend.
Neil Newman:
I understand what drives you, bud. Its got to be rough never having won a singles championship. Bet you have all the motivation in the world to get through this tournament, beat Hearst; raise the World Championship above your head. I want that for you. Just not tonight. Remember the last time we competed one on one.
Kyle rolls his eyes.
Kyle Butler:
2016; man.
Neil nods.
Neil Newman:
Still happened. I have gotten lights years better since.
Kyler Butler:
And I haven’t?
Neil Newman:
No doubt, you have; I’m just one step ahead; that’s all.
Neil playfully winks. Kyle chuckles.
Kyle Butler:
I’ve never told you this. Better late than never I guess. 2016 still sticks with me, not in a bad way, in a Goku, Vegeta friendly rivalry type way. I love you, that won’t change no matter what happens out there, years before I met you I wanted to be the best wrestler on the planet. No offense to Glory, she has the skill and the accolades to lay claim to best in the world; from the day we met on opposite teams in college, I knew from that day you were the best in my eyes.
Neil’s eyes widened. Never expected to hear that. Kyle continues.
Kyle Butler:
Yeah, you beating me back in 2016 in GCW wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world. Our friendship then, just like it does now, means the world to me. Don’t underestimate how bad I want to beat you, to prove to myself I can hang in that ring, on my own, against a wrestler the caliber as you. You never needed me, man. You could have become a World Champion a million times over. I am humbled you wanted to spend a large chunk of your wrestling journey with me. Tonight, I am going to ROLL TIDE over your ass. I can finally answer the question that has been in the back of my mind forever. Can I beat Neil. I don’t think I can, I know I can.
Neil took a moment to take in everything Kyle just told him. He walks over to his best friend. With a smirk on his face he goes on to say.
Neil Newman:
I’m touched you think that highly of me. For the record, you’re one of the best. Why do you think we became the Golden Era in the first place. There can be only one. It’s gonna be me. Good luck.
Neil presents his hand for Kyle to shake. Kyle doesn’t hesitate to shake Neil’s hand.
Kyle Butler:
Good luck.
Kyle lets go. He turns around and leaves as the scene fades.
Singles Match
Sandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
Neil Newman VS Kyle ButlerSandstorm Energy Heavyweight Tournament
Two former tag team partners clashed in the last quarter final match. A life spent together on the rings all over the world, a friendship which roots go back in their college days, and only one match between them in 2016. That time Neil Newman came out on top, and given their records since splitting their team, he was the clear favorite tonight as well. The match started with the two friends shaking hands and exchanging some playful banter before giving each other one last fist bump when the bell rang. From that moment on though, they both started to get serious, locking up in the middle of the ring. Friendship aside, they both wanted to upstage the other, their pride and competitive streak coming into play as they traded holds. Of course, having teamed up for so long they knew each other oh so well, and for every hold one of them applied, the other had a counter. If anything, this gave the fans a great showing of technical wrestling, one they widely applauded when both men stood up at the end of it. The two men circled and studied each other, Neil swinging and missing with a punch that brought him into a waistlock from Kyle. Newman blocked the german suplex attempt and, with a standing switch, found himself behind Butler, a waistlock of his own applied. Instead of going for a suplex though, he surprised the opponent by pushing him against the ropes and trying to beat him with an O’Connor roll, but Butler kicked out. As the match continued, the two of them kicked the intensity up a notch. No more holds and chain wrestling, they went all out with direct blows. A front kick to the stomach doubled Kyle over and allowed Neil to hit a running knee lift, but the strike, as hard as it was, wasn’t enough to keep his best friend down. Newman went to drag his partner up but he got caught with an inside cradle, and barely kicked out a moment before the three. Back up to his feet, Neil shook his head at the partner in disbelief. Did he really try to beat him with that move they both despised? Not even time to shake that though off his mind and Butler took him down with a clothesline. He did that two more times, and Neil always popped up to his feet immediately. A fourth attempt was ducked by Newman who waited for his former partner to bounce back off the ropes to catch him with a scoop powerslam, obtaining another near fall. A couple of minutes later, and Kyle came close to the win as well with his inverted headlock backbreaker. Neil was now in control, wearing his opponent down with a series of forearm strikes capped by a roaring elbow. Kyle was sent back against the ropes but rather than stumbling right into Newman’s grasp, Butler rebounded back with a clothesline that leveled his Golden Era partner. He remained on the offense with some european uppercuts and an irish whip, throwing Neil in the air and down on the waiting canvas with a back body drop. It was quite the high angle, making Newman’s landing pretty hard. He immediately arched his back, clearly in pain, but his partner didn’t hesitate to capitalize on it with a knee to the back, applying a chinlock while putting extra pressure on Neil’s spine. For the following minutes, he focused on that part of the body, aiming his attacks to Newman’s lower back. Was he trying to set him up for a submission move? Perhaps, but his attempted boston crab was quickly countered by Neil. A change of strategy, Kyle went back to those kicks and punches that worked so well for him earlier and, finding out that his best friend still had fuel left in his tank. Newman once again came out on top of the exchange and scooped him up the staggered opponent for a running powerslam. Butler slipped away and, landing behind Neil’s back, drove him down onto his knee for a neckbreaker. He kept the hold around his head to pull him up faster, switching into a headlock and planting him on his head with the Rooooooooooooooooooolllll TIDE!! Three seconds later, Butler was celebrating his semi-final spot. After the bell rang, while Kyle was celebrating his hard fought win, Neil walked up to him and sincerely congratulated his tag partner offering a handshake. Butler obviously accepted, the two former tag champions hugged briefly in the middle of the ring before Neil raised the winner's arm, inviting the fans to applaude Kyle. WINNER: Kyle Butler BY: Pinfall (Rooooooooooooooooooolllll TIDE!!), 15:28 |
Pre-recorded…
The scene is what appears to be a nice hotel suite. Sitting on a table is the SCW Adrenaline Championship title belt. A few moments later and we see “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock entering the scene from stage left. The blonde haired beauty is wearing a long sleeve purple dress with a hemline that stops right at the knee. Her long blonde hair hangs straight to below the shoulders.
Glory Braddock:
2020 was easily one of my best years in terms of success. I was MWE Riot Champion and SCW Adrenaline Champion at the same time for nearly half the year. I still hold onto one of those belts as you can see and hopefully I’ll still hold onto it once this busy weekend is complete. But other than that piece of hardware right there I cannot exactly say 2021 has had the start I was hoping for. I am no longer the Riot Champion and I lost to Eliza Foley last week, definitely hampering any hopes I had of a quick turnaround.
Braddock shakes.
Glory Braddock:
But if you think I’m going to quit you have another thing coming. I learned from my father that you never give up, you pick yourself up, learn from your mistakes, and most importantly keep fighting. And anyone who knows me knows that I am a fighter and that I will never ever quit.
The British Bombshell chuckles.
Glory Braddock:
So enjoy the quiet while it lasts, but understand that when the time is right I will be back and my goals are the same. They are unchanged. And that means each and every belt holder is on notice, most especially the World Champion. Fact is that while 2020 was great being the Riot Champion and Adrenaline Champion, I need to achieve my ultimate goal of winning my fifteenth world championship. And in 2021, I guarantee that I will achieve that goal.
In a pre-recorded Segment, Henri Black is backstage standing by the catering table and preparing a beverage, the Riot championship, as always, slung over his shoulder. After slinging a teabag into the trash Henri looks up at the camera.
Henri Black:
So, Pierce Manning is coming to collect, huh?
Henri steps away from the table, steaming mug in hand and takes a sip.
Henri Black:
I must say, I respect the audacity of the statement, I mean how can I not, I’m the guy who went so far as to put his job on this roster on the line, but I have to wonder if maybe Pierce has forgotten what happened the last time he stepped up to me and took his shot, that maybe I might have given the man brain damage that night in Tokyo.
The camera follows Henri as he walks through the halls of the Enterprise arena.
Henri Black:
I won’t deny that his run with the MENTV Championship has been impressive, and with the Intercontinental Champion in his corner, Pierce has never been as dangerous as he is right now, but there is an assumption that has been made here that I simply cannot overlook.
Sipping his tea again and savouring the warmth Henri sighs.
Henri Black:
Simply put, it is the assumption that he will still hold that MENTV championship when the dust settles, That the fifth title defence he is so eagerly looking forward to won’t end with him flat on his back, that he won’t lose his next defence and in six months time I’ll be having a similar conversation with a different MENTV champion? but even if this assumption is correct there is an even bigger issue that he seems to be glossing over, think about it...
Reaching the door to his dressing room, Henri stops for a moment and takes a deep breath.
Henri Black:
I want you to think very carefully about this Pierce, I know you’ve been saying all this time that the Riot championship would be your target, but you’ve challenged me before and that did not end well for you, maybe the Junior Heavyweight title is the better option here… but then again maybe it won’t matter, maybe I’ll lose this championship before your decision even becomes relevant to me.
Henri shrugs his shoulders, the Riot championship slipping slightly lower on his arm as a result.
Henri Black:
Who can say how things will turn out, maybe you’re right and I’m just keeping this warm but what I can tell you is that if you do complete that fifth defence and if you do challenge me, you had best be prepared for war because I’m not letting the Riot championship go without a fight.
Tag Team Match
Megan Monroe & Pierce Manning VS Eliza Foley & Henri Black
Amy Maynard: “The Intercontinental champion against her next challenger, the Riot champion against his potential challenger, should Pierce beat Dean next week for his fifth defense of the MENTV championship. This looks a lot like a preview of Domino Effect!” Sir Figgles: “Try explain that to Eliza Foley, who called this match pointless!” Amy Maynard: “She’s never been much of a team player, we know that. Still, this is a grat test bench as we approach the PPV.” Sir Figgles: “I kinda see her point though, teaming with Black is not how I would spend my Sunday night either.” Amy Maynard: “Don’t start…” It was probably too late already, as Figgles kept blabbering, mostly insulting the Riot champion for God only knows what reasons. Regardless, the match started with Eliza taking on the Intercontinental champion Megan Monroe. Few frills, the two women started laying into one another with rights and lefts. Foley was getting the best out of this first exchange when Megan caught her with a sudden kick to the ribs so hard it took the breath out of the former Riot champion. Megan was quick to capitalize with a neckbreaker and followed up with a cover, but she only got a two out of it. When Eliza got back to her feet, she saw the smirk on Megan’s face and decided to wipe it out with a quick hook to the face. Megan stumbled back, finding herself in the receiving end of a flurry of elbow strikes to the jaw, the last one being a bionic elbow to the crown of the head. Megan was at the ropes, and Pierce took the chance to tag himself in. Amy Maynard: “Foley doesn’t seem too happy with Manning making the tag.” Sir Figgles: “It’s pretty clear, she’s just here for Megan. Squabbling with the MENTV champion is below her.” Still, that was what she had to do now. At first, Pierce’s strength allowed The Man to take control, rocking Foley with some heavy punches and dropping her on the mat with a body slam. He took a moment to taunt Black before jumping for an elbow drop, but when he actually performed the move he found nothing but the waiting canvas. Eliza, in fact, had rolled out of the way and was back to her feet already, determined to make him pay with a flurry of hard stomps. Pierce tried to roll away toward the ropes, using them to pick himself up. But Eliza was already on him, digging her nails on his shoulders for a back rake and planting him down with a reverse ddt, scoring the first near fall for her team. Sir Figgles: “Honestly? I believe Eliza doesn’t even need a partner tonight. Look, she’s doing great by herself…” Amy Maynard: “The match only just started, she’ll eventually need to catch her breath at some point.” Manning eventually took back control, resisting the Mysterious Girl attempt and stunning Foley with a stiff elbow to the side of the head. Henri kept asking for the tag, but now his partner was on the wrong side of town. Pierce and Megan started working together, showing more chemistry than they did in their first match as a team a few weeks ago. They definitely worked together in that time between then and now, perfecting their timing and coming up with combined moves like the variation of the doomsday device with Megan catching Eliza with a cutter rather than the usual diving clothesline. But all their efforts only resulted in a count of two after Henri managed to sneak in and break up the count. Amy Maynard: “Now would be the perfect time to make that tag, if only Eliza could find the opening.” Monroe was showing off her kicking ability, but Foley blocked the front kick to the stomach and pushed her leg up. With a somersault, Megan landed on her feet, but she couldn’t avoid the bicycle knee strike Eliza hit her with. This was her chance to reach Henri who was eager to get inside the ring, but the former Riot champion wasn’t done proving her point to the future opponent. She mounted on top of her, unleashing a flurry of punches, some of which passing through her guard and hitting her in the face. The referee stopped the onslaught, warning Foley about using closed fists and that gave Megan the chance to get up to her feet. Only momentarily, before a backstabber put her down again. Eliza hooked the leg and got a two and half. Amy Maynard: “I don’t understand why she’s ignoring her partner..” Sir Figgles: “I’m not sure, but if we don’t see Henri wrestle, I won’t complain.” Pierce was back in, once again overpowering the woman and slamming her on his knee with a backbreaker. The frustration was visible on Henri’s face, Eliza had been proving that she wasn’t a team player and blatantly ignored him ever since the match started. If she wasn’t giving him the tag, he took it himself at the first chance, when Foley stumbled back toward him after a headbutt from Pierce. The Blackstar was on fire, running through Manning with a shoulder tackle and knocking Megan off the apron with the Black Sacrament! He then unleashed all his frustrations on Pierce, sìtossing him around with ease, connecting his triple german suplex and a brainbuster right after, finally laying on top of his motionless body and hooking the far leg. Monroe rushed in and broke it up at the very last second. Amy Maynard: “You were saying about Henri?” Sir Figgles: “It’s just a flash in the pan, soon they’ll take the upper hand again.” Easy call, considering that Black, just like her partner, was too stubborn to cooperate. And the Power Couple was back in control with a wheelbarrow/double knee facebreaker, and it was a miracle that Henri kicked out of that. Truth be told, Eliza seemed willing to get back in the ring, calling her partner and stretching her arm toward him. When finally Henri managed to create some separation with a vicious jumping knee, he rushed toward Eliza and made the tag. She entered the ring, asking him to pick Pierce up which Henri obviously did. And then she hit the Mysterious Girl (Cross Rhodes)... ON HER OWN PARTNER! A collective gasp was heard in the enterprise Arena, even Amy and FIggles looked too shocked to say anything. Megan stared at Eliza, who just shrugged her shoulders and left. Manning, finally shaking off the initial shock, dropped down to make the cover, picking up the win for his team. WINNER: Pierce Manning & Megan Monroe BY: Pinfall (Mysterious Girl), 17:06 |