Post by Legal Department on Aug 3, 2020 12:20:45 GMT -8
The scene opens inside of a luxury SUV. Erick St. John is seated comfortably in the backseat wearing high-end casual clothes and sunglasses. He looks out at the streets of Boulder, Colorado as his ride takes him toward the CU Events Center on the campus of the University of Colorado. The iPhone in Erick’s hand chirps and he takes a glance at it and smiles happily. He voices his response as he types back.
ESJ: I love you too, Mara. Don’t go clotheslining any orderlies, okay?
The message is sent and Erick continues to watch the buildings passby. After a few moments, he speaks to his wider 1WM audience.
ESJ: I can feel it.
Erick pauses for dramatic effect.
ESJ: I can even feel it deep in my bones. Can you feel it, One Wrestle Movement?
Erick clenches his fists in excitement.
ESJ: Tonight is the night, One Double-U. July 31st, 2020. Legendary 8. This is the date that will define the future of our wrestling movement from this point on. And it will not be because an up and coming star has arrived. Nor will it be because the next generation of wrestlers have finally matured to lead professional wrestling further into the 21st century.
Erick shakes his head.
ESJ: No, One Double-U, it will be because a couple of old school veterans and former champions lit a fire in this company. And believe me, we aren’t stopping with our tag match between Lash Donohue and Cain Dominguez. Tonight is a teaching moment for all of professional wrestling. You can’t discard those of us who laid the foundation for this wrestling movement in the 21st century! People like me, Solomon Monster, and “Pretty” Ricky Stanton.
Erick finally turns to face his audience.
ESJ: But that’s exactly what NextGeners like Lash and Cain have done via social media. Instead of DOING something transformational in 1WM, they rely on screen warriors and troll-tactics to try to change the narrative. AWAY FROM THE RING. You don’t advance a cause by words! You advance it by actions IN AND AROUND THE RING! And that’s exactly what Solomon and I have done in recent weeks. And why Pretty Ricky will be the new Pride of 1WM Champion!
Erick removes his sunglasses and glares into the eyes and souls of those watching.
ESJ: Tonight will be no different. Tonight, I promise you, One Wrestle Movement, that this company will finally embody its name: MOVEMENT. And.. WE…
Erick smirks confidently.
ESJ: ... will be the ones that put the LEGEND in LEGENDARY. Lash and Cain… prepare to be a part of history!
As Erick concludes his promo his iPhone rings. Erick answers it and is delighted by the person on the other end of the call.
ESJ: I was wondering if you were going to call me…
…Yes, we’re committed to seeing this through.
... It’s going to be historic and Legendary.
... I promise you won’t regret it.
... Okay, see you soon.
Erick ends the call, puts his sunglasses back on, smirks, and nods his head in approving fashion.
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PRS is walking down the hallway making sure everything has been delivered to the arena. As he signs off on a few items he turns and runs right into Jenny Drew. His eyes are of shock, but he smiles.
PRS: Heyyyyyyy therrrreeeee… Long time no see! You know when I heard you had signed I didn’t know what to think. It’s been…..YEARS. I hope that you don’t judge me too harshly on our past and that we can just leave it there - in the past. No one here has to know about anything.
Jenn looks up at the larger gentleman and flashes a quick little grin as she nods her head. She leans up against the wall, planting a foot on it as she looks around and then back at Ricky.
Jenn: Of course, Ricky. I was young and stupid, believing every word you said. I’ve certainly learned my lesson there.
Jenn chuckles as she looks him square in the eyes.
Jenn: But I must say, it is kind of nice having a friendly face here. But you know I’m here to start rustling some feathers.
Ricky smirks back.
PRS:Believing every word I said is the reason the Rebel Queen has her crown indeed. But life has a way of teaching lessons that are just as important. I look forward to seeing what you do here Jenn. And since I own 75% of the shareholder market here, I mean that. When you do good, well, SE will do good. If you need anything just let me know. And good look with your debut. I’ve got a match myself to get ready for.
Jenn shakes her head as she hears those words from Ricky before she stands back up straight, still much shorter than Ricky.
Jenn: Of course. It’s all about the money for you still. I’ll do my part to make this place mine, but it’s not for you or your pockets, it’s all for me, Ricky. You know at the end of the day, the only person I truly care about is myself and that will never change.
Ricky shakes his head.
PRS: It’s not abo….Ok. I get it. I deserve that. True, I didn’t handle things very well back then and that’s my mistake and I…...well….I do apologize for everything. But where you are now, no, I will never apologize for growing you, pushing you, and bringing you to the darkness that you embrace ohhhh so well Jenn.
Walking off.
PRS: It was good seeing you again. I’m sure it won’t be the last.
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Taj: We have a jammed packed Legendary tonight and we aren’t going to waste one minute getting directly into it!
America: That works for me. I’m still getting paid regardless of how much I say or don’t.
Graham: For this entire month, Bianca LeBlanc has been ducking me.
Graham Baker sits backstage in the One Wrestle Movement locker room, taping his fists. He’s staring at himself in a mirror, dressed in his tights, boots, gloves, with his entrance gear sitting next to him. The camera records the mirror as The Aviator cracks his neck, continuing to wrap his hands.
Graham: For this entire month, Bianca LeBlanc and her toady lawyer, Joshua Samson, have been trying to get this match thrown out. They say I’m undeserving, after she had to spray me in the face to save all of IV from the ass-whooping of a century at the last Legendary. They say I’m unworthy, after I’ve been main event or main event adjacent for the last three Legendary events. They say I’m unmatched, that there is no one on this roster worse than me. LeBlanc clearly thinks that her money and her lawyer can scare all of her problems away, but I’m here to provide that wakeup call-there are things that even cold hard cash can’t save you from, and Samson, I’m fuckin’ one of ‘em.
Baker continues wrapping his hands, and flexes one to see if the tape feels well against it. He continues taping.
Graham: LeBlanc, you and Brien Storm and those fucking Headhunters, and, now, Kace Levine, if he is part of your rag-tag little troupe, you’ve evaded my grasp by hook or by crook for ages now. Brien Storm failed to beat Arley Kirk twice, once where I was involved, and another time where you and your goons tried to get involved. You and Brien Storm hold a technical victory over me-I use technical as it was about as clean as that bloodied gear’s gonna be after I beat the few remaining brain cells you have out of that dense fucking skull of yours-via a pair of brass knuckles to the brain of my tag partner. And finally, when you had your last attempt at an injunction against me and my ilk to try and have yourself added to our match, and you couldn’t get it, you threw a fit like a fucking child and sprayed me in my goddamn eyes. You cost your boys the win, and hell, y’all didn’t even stand tall because you fucking suck.
Baker flexes his knuckles as he continues.
Graham: You, Bianca? You’re the problem with this goddamn industry today. You and all your groupies, you’re fucking leaches. You attach to the hottest thing-in this case, Arley and her championship reign-and you try to drain all the blood from it because God knows you can’t survive without it. But, with all leaches, your time is short. Once someone notices you eating, getting fat, getting too big to ignore, they rip you off and crush you underfoot. Now, we’re there. You’re the leach, and i’m the boot coming down fast to end your shit. I’m tired of you sitting just out of reach of anything in this company and dribbling bullshit from your mouth constantly on commentary. I’m tired of you ducking me. I’m tired of all of this bullshit posturing-from IV, to your stupid fucking comments, to anything.
Baker chuckles.
Graham: You know what? I don’t care if you don’t show up. This is just a message to Cedric, to anyone listening-if this stupid bitch can’t get enough of her ducks in a row to show up, then i’ll face anyone in the locker room. I’ll take on all four of those IV goons at one time, I don’t give a fuck. Because I didn’t come to this company to take off nights, I didn’t come to this company to sit in the locker room while everyone else busted their ass waiting for a shot at Gold, or Glory, or anything. I came to this company to compete and to fucking win. No matter who it’s against, no matter who i’m standing with, I came to fight, and I intend to do just fucking that.
Baker exhales. He grabs the wrapping on his hand, and pulls it tight.
Graham: So if you don’t show, Bianca? Not the end of the world. It proves what I’ve said this whole time-you’re afraid of me. You’re afraid of legitimate competition. In the end, though? It might be better for you. Less time off due to a near career ending injury when I drop you on your goddamn head, over and over again. I will break your goddam neck, and knock a tooth out of your fuckin’ skull for every insult you’ve paid me over the last month, every time you’ve considered me inadequate.
Baker glares dead into the camera.
Graham: And when we’re done, Bianca? When I leave you laying in a puddle of your own blood, drooling from a head wound that’s somehow made you even dumber? Then, I think we’ll be finished with all this who’s better nonsense.
Baker cracks his knuckles, and with a chuckle, we fade to black.
We open up on the backstage arena of the CU Events Center at the University of Colorado in Boulder, Colorado where we come across the long, curvy figure of one Olivia Rhodes. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back like a golden waterfall as her iPhone 11 was pressed up against her ear.
Olivia: I don’t even know why I’m here Lai. I’m not on the card and I’ve seemingly been abandoned by someone I trust to guide my career. I’m pissed right now. I feel like I’m being punished or something.
Olivia paces around while she listens to the words that her husband is saying on the other end of the phone. But the look on her face, that one of disdain, only grew when she looked up and saw Joshua Samson, Esquire, resplendent in a custom made Navy blue suit, approaching her.
Olivia: Babe, I’ve got to go. Yeah, I think I have found some business to take care of. I’ll call you back when I’m in my hotel room after the show.
Olivia ends the call as she lets her arms fall down to her side, the hand holding the phone sliding it into the back pocket of her black skinny jeans. She turns so that she can give her full attention to Samson.
Olivia: Hello Josh.
Samson: Liv, my most important client. What are you doing here?
Joshua leans forward with open arms looking for a possible embrace. Olivia leans back like Fat Joe, unsure of his intentions.
Olivia: I am here because I’m contractually obligated to do so despite being left off the card in what I hope was a brain fart to whoever the hell booked this crapshoot. You never know when my savior services will be needed.
Samson: So no hug. Fair enough.
THE Executive Representative slides his hands into his pockets.
Samson: Is being here a part of your contract when not booked? I might need to reread your contract.
Olivia: Your most important client and yet you don’t know the fine print of my contract? I’m obligated to attend one show a month and since I utterly refuse to attend another edition of Glory after that shit show joke of a match main event they just had, this is my one show.
She slightly folds her arms across her chest as she looks at him, her eyes almost filled with rage.
Olivia: I’m not a second rate wrestler. Let the grass green idiots who think a no desserts barred match is cool compete over there.
Samson: No you’re not, Liv. This being your one show, I guess that remains to be seen.
Olivia: Given the fact that a bunch of newbies and nobodies made the show and I’m left off… it’s pure bullshit. Honestly, it’s like Cedric wants the boat to sink. Even that pompous asshole Ricky Stanton made the show in a title match that he didn’t earn!
The managing partner of Iconic Sports Management peers at his diamond gold almost seven thousand dollar Rolex watch; almost seeming disinterested in what his longtime client is saying. Olivia just shakes his head.
Olivia: You know what… I’m not doing this. You approach me and then ignore me. You’re just like them.
Olivia turns and goes to walk away. Joshua gives his attention back to her.
Olivia: Maybe I should talk with Astrid about terminating my contract since you don’t seem interested in your client’s plights. I’m just the wrong blonde I guess… always overlooked and underappreciated.
Samson: Liv, Liv, wait. I’m not sure what is going on with you lately? First your Twitter outburst and now this.
Olivia: First I’m booked in a tag team match in which I had to find my own partner. Then I’m booked against that damn Patti Rose joke on that joke show Glory who’s commentators are a travesty. And then it seemed like you didn’t care about things going on in my career but will file injunctions to get that brat into a better position when she can’t win a match on her own. I’m freaking frustrated because I’ve been nothing but loyal to you.
Samson: Are you not working, Liv? Isn’t that one of the reasons why you have been loyal to ISM?
Olivia: I signed with ISM because you promised that you’d have my back. I was loyal to YOU… not ISM. But when that vapid bitch who doesn’t seem to really have a brain between her ears came along, it’s like you forgot all about me. That’s what’s upsetting. I’ve won more matches than most of the people in the title picture and yet, it’s been more than 6 months almost since I’ve had a shot. I’m constantly being passed over for title shots and I want what I deserve. There are others that could’ve been left off the roster… like that cheap version of Oliver Black.
Samson: Who 1WM hires or doesn’t hire has nothing to do with me, Liv. You know that as well I do.
He shifts his weight from one leg to the other.
Samson: I appreciate the loyalty. You know I do, Liv, but in this company my personal clients are Kece Levine and Bianca LeBlanc. ISM is fully behind you….one hundred percent.
Olivia: I signed with ISM to be represented by you… not some dumb half rate intern. And for the past part of almost two years I thought that was the case. Boy, was I wrong. I’m going to go make that call to your wife and have my contract cancelled. How can I expect ISM to have my best interests in mind when the managing partner is just shrugging me off like I’m nothing? Friends don’t let each other down like you have me.
Samson: Friends is one thing. Clients are another. I can’t stop you from attempting to get out of your ISM contract but I will regret it. You are a very valuable client to ISM but you are not the only client. It’s just that plain and simple, Liv.
Olivia: I get that I’m not the only client. I’m blonde… but not stupid. But you’re not getting the feeling of betrayal that I feel. You say ISM has my back and that I’m a valuable client. But NOBODY told me differently nor have I been informed as to who my representative really is. Everyone led me to believe YOU represented me. Do I even have someone in my corner? Or are they just words?
Samson: ISM is in your corner., Olivia. ISM is your representation. As a matter of fact, that’s why I was actually looking for you tonight. I need my most valuable client for a very important task.
Olivia: Are they really thought? Because if they did, I’d know who handles my affairs and they would’ve fought against the unjust bookings I’ve been dealt. Surely I deserve a match for the 1WM Pride Championship at least. I mean, Erick St. John got one in his second match even though he tanked his debut. But sure… I’ll entertain this “Liv, I need you” idea of yours.
Olivia relaxes her stance a little bit as she flicks her hair behind her shoulder so that it was out of her way.
Samson: Don’t worry about golden trinkets. I have something much bigger than all of those proverbial carrots on a stick. All I need to know is that you trust me, Liv?
Olivia: If I do… will I finally get what I deserve… someone who’ll have my back. At least until you have a slot open up.
Olivia’s stern look was locked on to him, half a smile cocked onto her face like there was an idea brewing in her head.
Samson: Of course, of course, Liv. In the meantime I’ll need you to team with Bianca against Graham Baker in a Handicap match.
Olivia rolled her eyes as she leaned her head back a bit and groaned pretty darn audibly. She takes a few moments and ponders the idea.
Olivia: Fine. But don’t hold me to blame if something happens to Malibu Barbie… especially if she gets in my way. I’d hope she’s smart enough to do that… and pull her own weight. I don’t need any back problems.
Samson: The enemy is Baker, Liv. If you have any issues make it happen AFTER the two of you put Baker in his place.
Olivia: Oh of course. I’m just saying I don’t want a mini Asti/Saint situation is all. But for my friend… I’ll do this.
Olivia sighed once again, pulling her phone out of her pocket and looking at the screen.
Olivia: I guess I better go get ready then.
With an almost evil smile, Joshua pats Olivia on the shoulder.
Samson: I’ll get with you later before the match. I still need to situate some other matters.
Olivia: See you around.
Olivia gives a flick of the wrist like wave before walking down the hallway. As Olivia turns to walk down the hall, she doesn’t get more than a couple feet before someone comes crashing into her. Olivia is instantly filled with rage and when she looks up and sees Cassie Morse standing in front of her. Cassie attempts to apologize but it’s like a switch flips in Olivia’s head and she instantly goes on the attack. Knocking Cassie down from behind, Olivia doesn’t waste any moments grabbing Cassie by the back of the head and throwing her into a cargo container.
Olivia continues her onslaught against Cassie who wildly swings her arms in Olivia’s direction, an attempt to put some space between them. But Olivia is able to dodge the swings and overpowers Cassie, driving her knee up into her chest before pinning her against the wall by her throat. The sound of footsteps running down the hall as a twisted smile comes across Olivia’s face.
Olivia: Next time, watch where the fuck you’re going bitch.
Olivia lets Cassie drop who instantly starts gasping for air. Security tries to get Olivia apart from Cassie but not before she drives her knee into Cassie’s temple. Olivia dusts off her hands and flicks hair behind her shoulder as she turns and walks away with a cocky smile upon her face. Security and a trainer check on Cassie as the scene fades to elsewhere in the building.
We open up inside of the locker room where we see Jenn Drew sitting, taping up her wrists. She finishes and bites the tape to rip it before standing up and pacing the room a little bit before standing in front of a mirror as she looks at her reflection, seeing her new, dark purple ring gear with her black boots. She ties her hair up and nods before giving a confident smile to her reflection and turning back around and sitting back down in her chair.
Jenn Drew: Webster’s defines a rebel as someone who stands up against an established ruler. A rebel goes against the norm in a society full of rules. Wrestling is one such society that has a standard of rules that are universally established, there are even some unwritten ones that all of us in this business should follow, or so they say. It’s like the unwritten rule in baseball of a pitcher hitting someone and then the opposition’s pitcher returning the favor, it isn’t written down, it’s just something that has always been. Just like in wrestling, it’s implied that you should be here because you love to do this, that you should always be leaving it out there in the ring and win or lose, hold your head up high because you went out there and entertained the fans like a good little boy or girl.
Jenn scoffs at her comment and her expression gets a little more serious as she looks up and stares right into the camera.
Jenn Drew: But that’s not me, I don’t do this because I absolutely love putting my body on the line for all those people out there watching us, I don’t hold my head up high when I lose, and I don’t care if I entertained the people in attendance. I do this because this is the only thing I’ve been good at in life and it has provided me a fairly comfortable living. I do this to win, nothing else matters to me, I will do anything I have to out there in order to get ahead and walk out victorious. I look out for one person and one person only, me. I don’t care if the fans like me, I don’t care if they hate me, their opinions don’t matter to me. Whenever I step into that ring, all I care about is ensuring my opponent’s shoulders are pinned to the mat for three seconds. I’m not here for their respect or their adoration either. None of it matters, what matters is that with winning comes championships and with championships comes more money and with more money comes more recognition and with more recognition comes even more money. Am I making it clear what my biggest motivation is in this industry? Tonight, The Rebel Queen herself begins her own Movement here in One Wrestle. Tonight I show everyone that it pays to go against the grain, that you can do whatever you want and there isn’t a damn thing anybody can do about it.
I know when I go out there tonight, I’ll have a target on me. I’ve ruffled the feathers of the other three women in this match. They all have respect for one another to some degree, that much I’ve gathered over social media over the past couple of weeks. The three of them want to go out there and give it their all and try and get noticed and start their journey to making names for themselves in this industry. I remember those days, the days where I was desperate for the approval of others, the days where I tried to be a good girl and do things the right way. I was forgetting what it means to survive by any means necessary. I was forgetting my past and just how truly strong I am on my own two feet. I was forgetting what it meant to do anything you had to do in order to just live until the next day.
Jenn stands back up and begins pacing around the locker room a little bit.
Jenn Drew: I let my opponents in on a little secret about me. I’ve survived a lot worse than any of you ever have. I learned that there is nobody more important than yourself when you’re not sure if you’re going to wake up the next day because tonight might be the night where you stick that needle into your arm and you inject too much of that drug, chasing your next high. When you’re struggling to live, that’s when you learn the most about yourself. Nothing any of you can do to me can ever bring me down because I’ve been at rock bottom in my life. Nothing any of you say will ever get under my skin because I’ve been called much worse by my own flesh and blood. Everything any of you three throw at me, verbal or physical won’t keep me down. Throw your best at me and I’ll keep coming back for more because that’s what I do. Everytime it seems like I’m starting to slip, everytime I get knocked down, I bounce back up and come back stronger.
Tonight, One Wrestle will bear witness to the next chapter in my life and in my career. Tonight, I show three other women that they can preach about respect and all that other stuff, that they can do anything to me, but I’ll be the one at the end of the day with my hand raised high in victory. It’s alright though, ladies, you lot like to think you’re better than me and I would think the same thing if I were facing myself. Just look at me, I don’t look tough, and I don’t look like I would know what to do in a fight, but looks are deceiving. You three may have most of the advantages over me in that ring, but what I lack in strength and size, I make up for with experience and speed. Do what you can against me, but know that tonight, it’s your Curtain Call and I’ll be the one taking a bow.
And with that, Jenn walks to the locker room door and opens it up before walking out into the hallway with the door closing behind her and the camera fades out.
Debut Match: Three Way Match
"The Rebel Queen" Jenn Drew versus Faye Lange versus Reika Park
"The Rebel Queen" Jenn Drew versus Faye Lange versus Reika Park
Taj: Well this next match was supposed to be a Four way match that included Cassie Morse but as we saw at the top of the show Olivia Rhodes brutally attacked her.
America: Was great wasn’t it? It’s about time Olivia got some shine for herself.
Taj: It was a deplorable attack and an accident on Cassie’s part.
America: Ah well...too bad, too sad.
Taj: Hopefully we’ll get an update soon on Cassie’s condition. Until then this debut match has now become a Three Way match.
The three women look back and forth at each other intently, waiting for one of the others to make the first move. Eventually, Jenni goes after Faye, hitting with a forearm smash that knocks her back. Rei charges in, raining balled up fists upon Jenni’s back. Jenni turns around to hit Rei with a clothesline but instead is met with a Mongolian chop that catches her off guard. Rei runs to the rope, using the extra momentum to execute a tilt-a-whirl headscissor, transitioning it to an armbar. Rei keeps it locked in for a bit, allowing Faye to come in and lock in an armbar on the other arm. Eventually, Jenni gets a foot on the bottom rope and the two other ladies break the hold so as to not get disqualified. Once Jenni gets up, she’s clearly not too happy and charges at both Faye and Rei. Faye manages to duck out of the way, but Rei catches the tail end of a clothesline as Jenni’s fist makes contact with her nose.
America: Foul on the play! This is supposed to be every woman for herself...not a handicap match!
Taj: We both know that alliances are short lived in situations like this, America. One minute you could be working together and the next you battling tooth and nail against each other.
Jenni smirks as some members of the ringside crew quickly check on Rei. Jenni turns her attention back to Faye who’s ready and fires off a Japanese arm drag, following it up with a European uppercut as Jenni gets back up to her feet. Jenni blocks the uppercut and instead boots Faye in the midsection before whipping her off into the ropes. As Faye comes running back, she quickly turns things around and rolls Jenni up with a schoolgirl
One…
Two…
THR...KICK OUT!
Taj: That was a close one!
Furious, Jenni hits The Final Act (Tornado DDT) on Faye. But what she doesn’t expect is as she goes for the cover, Rei comes running in and hits her with Fire Soul (gamengiri)! This knocks Jenni off into the ropes and as she comes rebounding back, Rei hits her with Burning Mandala (spinning brainbuster)!
One…
Two…
THREE!
Torres: Here is your winner… REI PARK!
Rei is still a little bit shocked as she scrambles out of the ring. She goes over to the side of the ring where the crew was checking on Faye.
Taj: Rei Park picks up a huge win in this debut match!
America: I’m highly impressed, Taj. It’s going to be interesting to see where the 1WM journey takes these three woman.
"What's your story?" is suddenly asked a voice from a dark void of emptiness, echoing across what sounds like an open, empty room.
"Let me show you...."
We're greeted with somewhat grainy footage of a rather skinny bean pole of a youth with long ash-blond hair wearing baggy shorts, wrestling boots, a loose fitting hoodie sweater, and a big grin on his face. We find him in the middle of an interview with an equally young looking bespectacled man right beside him in a long dark colored coat. Both look vaguely familiar, but you can't quite place them as they stand in what appears to be a modified skate park with a wrestling ring right behind them that's surrounded by a large crowd of cheering people.
Interviewer: Joe Koss here with a young wrestler who goes by the name James Spade. You've entered the 1992 Hardcore Grand Prix featuring wrestlers from seven different promotions and three countries. Now you're the youngest competitor here at seventeen and fresh out of wrestling school. Some of the talent involved in this event have had decades of experience over you. Do you think you'll be able to compete with them or is this just some sort of stunt to get your name out there?
Young Spade smiles and nods at Joe, leaning back forward as he brushes his hair back and gives his nose a little scratch.
'92 Spade: Sometimes you just have to go out there and try, Joe. I'd been trying to get hired for months, but I've got nothing to really show anyone to make them want to hire me. So here I go, looking to find something that'll make promoters go, "Yeah, hire that guy!"
'92 Koss: You're fresh out of highschool, Jimmy. You sure you want to do this?
'92 Spade: Well Joe, you've got to start somewhere and if I can win this and go all the way? Well, you name me a wrestling promoter who could ignore me then?
Koss shoots a quirked brow at the camera then looks back to Spade.
'92 Koss: The proverbial trial by fire, but you could be seriously injured or worse!
'92 Spade: If it happens, it happens. This is my dream and if it doesn't kill me? Then it's my first step to fulfilling those dreams and really, Joe, aren't your dreams worth living for? Being broken for? Dying...for?
Narration begins as soft, dramatic music begins to play, describing in detail the video footage following that statement. The voice clearly belongs to the much older Spade.
What followed was more brutal than my young mind thought possible at the time. I had expectations but they were woefully low as I faced a man three times my size by the name of Thomas 'Body Breaker' Bane. Now you'd think the name would've been enough to send me packing, but no. His fists battered me with the force of chair shots, my body hurled around by insane strength as this huge, tattooed beast had his way with me. I didn't lay down and accept defeat. I kept getting back up.... kept trying. I wasn't about to die as easily as this guy thought I would. With barbwire wrapped lumber, he busted me open and even with blood running down my face and pain exploding in my skull, I refused to just die.
Before I knew it, thirty minutes had passed before finally I mercifully lost consciousness after being Crucifix powerbombed over the ropes and through stacked tables outside.
The screen goes black.
I didn't win, but I did make an impression and sometimes? That's more than enough. The offers rolled in and before I knew it, I was on my way.
More scenes would flash on the screen as Spade's narration continues on as the music plays on. We're greeted with matches won in prestigious wrestling venues such as the Garden and the Tokyo Dome, and championship titles held in the air in moments of triumph interspersed with defeat and even dismay. Moments of humility and graciousness, such as shaking an opponent's hand or raising an opponent's arm in the air, to others where he walks around with a smirk and a cocky swagger. In short, it's a montage of his life and evolution as a wrestler and a person, telling us all that we needed to know as he tells a little of his story.
The years passed by and there were ups. There were downs. I'd lose my way to arrogance and pride, only to find my path. Lessons were taught and I learned from each of them. Leading me to become the man...
We finally come to the present, where the narrator sits upon a bench in an empty wrestling locker room, dressed in full ring gear that consists of black and teal tights, blue and teal knee and kick pads, blue boots and gloves, and a single elbow pad on his right arm. His hair is long and dark brown, framing a thin face decorated with salt and papper chin scruff. Multiple tattoos decorate his arms and part of his upper torso. His physique is slim and athletic. If not for a few grays and some lines showing on his face, one could easily mistake him for a younger man. There's a smile on his face as he leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees.
Spade: ...that I am today. I've come to One Wrestling Movement not out of the vanity of an old man forgotten or to uphold some legacy that everyone's moved on from. I came here because I wanted to see if I still have it in me, if I can still go and maybe show the world something a little different. With so much tragedy in a world that's lost it's mind, I'd like to show the world that there are good people still in it and that there is a better way and well, the only way I know how is by getting in the ring and showing you.
Spade leans in a bit closer to the camera.
Spade: And I'm excited, because when my debut comes, nobody outside a handful of the boys and girls in the back will have any clue what's coming. I can't wait to formally introduce myself to all of you in person again.
He then rises and heads towards the locker room door, the camera trailing him the entire time. He pulls the door open as a brilliant light shines through, silhouetting his form.
Spade: Until then, give the talent in the ring what they deserve. Heaven or Hell, your choice, just make some noise for 1WM.
He then steps through and the door shuts behind him.
There's a loud, positive response from the fans when the 1Tron suddenly displays a scene involving Cain Dominguez and Lash Donohue seated at the arena's diner.
America: Not these idiots!
Cain Dominguez: How do we put a stop to these clowns, Lash? They can't go around saying and doing what they do with no consequences!
Lash grins. It's that familiar 'I'm probably gonna do or say something gross' smile.
Lash Donohue: Well, it's simple, Cain. We stand our damn ground and we fight from within. And we fuck with them as much as is considered polite!
The fans seem to groan as they thought that Lash was actually going to say something heroic.
Taj: No amount is considered polite!
Cain Dominguez: Meaning?
Lash Donohue: So, believe it or not. I once held down a day job. I tried to be normal once.
Cain burst out laughing, as did the crowd. Lash shrugged to the camera guy and this elicited another short laugh.
Lash Donohue: So, anyboobs. At this day job, this motherfunk was stealing my milk every damn day. It really badly reminds me of what Erick St. John and Solomon Monster are getting up to. They're stealing our fuckin' milk over here! Because they can!
There's a clear wave of confusion in the crowd. There's a clear wave of confusion on Cain's face.
Lash Donohue: We like our milk, yo! I'll kill a sumbitch if I don't get my coffee, ya know? It was really pissing me off then, and it's really pissing me off now. So I hatches me a plan, yeah?
Cain nodded, a grin spread wide. He knows that the story is getting better.
Lash Donohue: So this one morning, I drink half of my milk. I just slam it, man. Growing boy needs his calcium so he can give them gals the ol' vitamin D!
There's an uproar in the crowd as Lash proves that he is pretty good at imitating a sexual exploit. Cain has been laughing pretty steadily the whole time Lash has been telling this anecdote, but he actively started howling at this point.
Lash Donohue: So anyways. This toolbelt never stole my milk ever again. We can totally apply this concept to our match tonight if you wanna.
America: Geez! Donohue takes forever to say nothing!
Cain Dominguez: Tell me what you did!
Lash Donohue: I pissed in my milk and shook it up then put the cap on and put it back in the fridge.
That's it. Cain is broken and so is the crowd.
Taj: GROSS!!
Cain Dominguez: Lash! Stop! I'm actually going to pee! Hahahaha! No serious. I gotta go, I'll be back!
Lash Donohue: Go, go.
Lash watches as Cain heads to the bathroom. The sign on the door says "MEN". The fans erupt into laughter as Lash sneakily flashes them the letters W and O that he stole earlier. As if on cue, a series of high pitched screams emanates and a sheepish looking Cain runs out of one bathroom into the other!
Taj: That's a really mean prank!
America: I actually think that's his best one yet.
The laughs continue as Lash takes the straw out of Cain's soda and looks around before sticking it into a hot mustard sachet and putting it back in the cup.
Taj: That's not hygienic!!
The fan suspense seems to build as Cain Dominguez returns to the table. He looks as though he doesn't know whether to be upset or if he should laugh.
Cain Dominguez: Asshole.
Lash takes a bow and Cain smacks him upside the head to another laugh from the fans.
Lash Donohue: C'mon man, that was good.
Cain shakes his head and picks up his soda cup before he speaks.
Cain Dominguez: Lash, we need to stop kidding around, man. I told you before. I need you to listen now. You and me? We have a bad time on our hands in One Wrestle if these Emeritus boys get it over us because YOU can't focus.
Lash looks a little wounded.
Cain Dominguez: I don't care, you gotta know it bro. Suck it up and be better! You spoke, now you listen.
The fans actually cheer Cain for taking charge. It totally works on Lash!
Cain Dominguez: This one's for YOU, Stanton! We're going to show Solomon and ESJ tonight that they can't just take whatever they want whenever they damn well please. They're gonna learn, man! We might be younger, we may be less fortunate. But they forget one thing.
Lash raises an eyebrow.
Cain Dominguez: They have the plans, but we have the power. Let's show your sister we can actually be trusted and teach these gold-plated oldies a lesson!
The fans really give it to Cain here. He raises his cup and Lash enthusiastically 'clinks' his against Cain's before both of them take a big sip!
America: HOW???
The fans erupt louder than they have in this whole segment as Lash begins coughing, wheezing and dry retching. It turns out that LD got the mustard cup via Cain's sleight of hand..
Cain Dominguez: I'm not as freakin stupid as they think I am, huh?
Lash has no response except for a wheeze and another gagging sound and Cain bursts out laughing as the scene fades out and we return to commentary.
Taj: Well that was...interesting?
America: Huge tag team match coming up, folks! Stay tuned! Please stay tuned!
Tag Team Match
Solomon Monster and Erick St. John versus Lash Donohue and "Pain Maker" Cain Dominquez
Solomon Monster and Erick St. John versus Lash Donohue and "Pain Maker" Cain Dominquez
Taj: Up next we have a clash of old school versus new school.
America: I’m going to say this now, I’m firmly with Hard Knocks 101! Everything they stand for I’m totally with! I’m old school to the bone, baby!
The match starts off with Erick St. John and Cain Dominguez circling each other in the center of the ring before they finally lock up. After a few moments of pushing each other back and forth until Cain trips Erick up by putting his foot behind him and pushing him back. Erick is quick to get back up to his feet, only to be met by a running big boot from Cain who then follows it up with a release German suplex that sends him flying across the ring towards his corner! Cain backs Erick up into the corner, Lash making sure to not touch Erick, before charging him with a corner clothesline. Cain smirks and charges again, looking for a running boot, but this time he misses because Erick gets out of the way just in time, turning around to hit a dropkick to Cain’s back that causes Cain’s head to bounce off the turnbuckle. But Erick doesn’t notice that Lash has tagged himself into the match and after he drills Cain with a superkick, is caught off guard by a pivoting roundhouse kick before going for a cover.
One…
Two…
T...NO!
Solomon Monster breaks up the pin with a double axe handle smash to the back of Lash’s head before getting out of the ring. Solomon converses with his manager Beca Elise at ringside as Erick gets back up to his feet, groggily making his way over to Solomon in the corner who instantly juts out his hand for the tag.
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARDS!
America: Uggghhhh…..
Solomon enters into the match with force, hitting a clothesline from hell on Lash that sends the younger man flipping backward! Beca cheers her client on at ringside, telling him to keep it up. Solomon yanks Lash up to his feet perhaps looking for a powerbomb when Lash blasts him with an European uppercut. Solomon staggers a bit and Lash takes off towards the ropes, bouncing off them… only to fall flat on his face when Beca grabs his leg from behind and yanks it out from underneath him. The referee of course was distracted because Erick had run around the outside and started brawling with Cain.
America: Classic tag teaming right there. After Hard Knocks 101 destroy Lash and Cain, they should get an instant shot at the Tag Team titles.
Taj: More like classic cheating.
Once the referee turns around, he watches as Solomon hits Lash with a powerbomb as Beca laughs from ringside. Solomon yanks Lash up to his feet once again, whipping Lash off into the ropes and hitting him with a stun gun before going for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… the team of Erick St. John and Solomon Monster!
The bell rings signaling the official end of the match, but there is no victory celebration. As soon as the bell ring fades all four combatants are in the ring with the crowd in an anxious raucous. Cain is drilling ESJ with stiff shots to the head causing him to reel back into the ropes. Lash is struggling to fend off Solomon in one of the corners but starts losing the battle to the bigger man.
Taj: All hell has broken loose in the ring!
America: Ain’t it great?!
Cain sees Solomon land several unanswered fists on Lash so he rushes ESJ and clotheslines him over the top rope! ESJ crashes into the ringside guardrail with a loud clang. The crowd rejoices at the action. Cain then ambushes Solomon from behind saving Lash from the brutal assault. He pulls Solomon off of Lash but the monster will not stand down. He and Cain start trading blows in the middle of the ring with neither guy getting the advantage.
Taj: Cain and Solomon are exchanging some very heavy blows on it each!
America: It’s like Godzilla versus King Kong!
The stalemate draws Lash into the fray giving him and Cain the advantage. While Solomon withstands the onslaught from his opponents, ESJ has risen to his feet and angrily confiscated two steel chairs from the ringside attendants. He slides one chair under the ropes then enters the ring via the ring steps with the other chair in hand. Lash sees ESJ enter the ring armed with the chair and breaks off his attack on Solomon. He rushes to meet ESJ who throws the chair at Lash’s face! Lash has the wherewithal to catch the chair but ends up eating steel as the chair is rammed into his face by a dropkick by ESJ! Lash goes down in a painful heap as the crowd voices its disdain at ESJ.
Crowd: BOOO!!!!
Erick smirks at the crowd then picks up the chair off of Lash, He heads straight for Cain who has his back turned to him. ESJ readies him with his best Mark McGwire impersonation and swings the chair full force on Cain’s back. Cain recoils instantly, halting his attack on Solomon, yet providing the monster the opening to exact his retribution. Solomon wraps his arms around Cain in a bearhug and hits a vicious belly-to-back suplex! Solomon gets up energized and lets out a primal roar much to the chagrin of the fans.
Taj: It’s like we have a match after the match between these four.
America: Action we’ve come to expect from 1WM!
While Solomon neutralizes Cain, ESJ demands a mic from Torres. ESJ returns to the middle of the ring and nods approvingly at Solomon nods as they look down at the injured men at their feet.
ESJ: This is what I’m talking about, Sol! We don’t demand respect! WE. TAKE. IT!
Solomon: HARD KNOCKS 101, BABY!
ESJ: And just so this lesson in hard knocks is remembered for quite some time, I say we give one of these two remedial dropouts one more lesson in respect!
Solomon points at the downed Cain.
ESJ: Nah, he already lacks too many brain cells as it is. But get that piece of shit out of our ring. I have a better idea for smart ass Lash here.
Solomon picks up a groggy Cain Dominguez and unceremoniously tosses him over the top rope and out of the ring.
ESJ: Now pick up this ass clown for me, Professor Sol. I want to see him talk his way out of this one.
Solomon picks up Lash who is half-conscious and bleeding profusely from his mouth.
ESJ: What smart ass comment do you have for us now, Lash? These people want to hear from you. They’re dying to know what insult you have tonight.
The crowd cheers Lash but he doesn’t say anything.
ESJ: Aww… chair got your tongue?
ESJ slaps him disdainfully and taunts the heated crowd.
ESJ: This ought to be a lesson to all of you to not talk back to your elders!
Lash looks to be saying something to ESJ but it’s hard to understand him.
ESJ: What did you say, Lash? You’re sorry?
ESJ gets closer to Lash as Solomon grips him tighter. ESJ puts the mic in Lash’s face. Lash starts to cough and spits a wadful of phlegm and blood into ESJ’s face!
Lash: I SAID… FUCK YOU, ERICK!
As Erick drops the mic and recoils in disgusted dismay, Solomon pounds Lash a couple times before hoisting him up onto his shoulders. He hits Lash with his Argentine backbreaker, rendering him unconscious again.
ESJ: SONOFABITCH!
ESJ wipes the bloody phlegm from his face. He is livid! ESJ grabs the mic again.
ESJ: Pick his ass up! I’m going to teach this asshole a lesson in RESPECT!
Solomon picks up Lash who is out on his feet. ESJ points to the chair at Solomon’s feet that was used on Cain. He grabs the chair that Lash ate only moments earlier.
ESJ: NO, LASH DONAHUE! FUCK YOU!
Erick drops the mic and motions to Solomon to follow his lead. ESJ winds back again. Solomon does as well. And… CLANG! Both men swing with all their mights and Lash’s head is caught between both chairs!
Taj: THIS IS COMPLETELY UNCALLED FOR!
America: Respect has to be earned by damn it!
The crowd can only gasp as Lash topples over headfirst into the mat. Blood is trailing out from various crevices. ESJ and Solomon just stare approvingly at the consequences of their actions. ESJ crouches down and picks up the mic one last time. He has a sinister look on his face as he looks at the bloodied Lash.
ESJ: CLASS. DISMISSED.
Solomon and ESJ raise their arms in victory as Cain reaches into the ring and tries to pull Lash out of the ring. The medical crew rushes out to assist Cain and the fallen Lash.
As the returns from a commercial suddenly the 1Tron starts glitching, emitting small noises, the lights start flickering. And then… everything goes dark. The only thing that can be heard is the confusing sounds of the audience. Then the 1 Tron starts working again, it shows a blue sky, the words “Building Perfection” appear, then “Love is a Parasyte” by Blanck Mass starts blasting through the arena, the lights come back and three women of different sizes can be seen walking down the ramp. The smallest one wearing a pink outfit below a white coat, the middle one wearing a light blue suit and behind them, the bigger one wearing a light green outfit. The first two carry microphones on their hands. There’s a small buzz that can be heard behind the loud music.
Pink: Stop booing us!
Blue: They are not booing us… since I’m sure most of them don’t even know us.
Pink: Shit, sorry. It’s just an automatic thing. Wait, shit… can I say shit here?
Blue: I’ll say shit, I don’t give a shit.
Pink: Cool fuckage.
The three girls enter the ring and the first thing the blue dressed one does is take the microphone from the smaller girl’s hand and throw it out of the ring, making an amplified “thud” noise. The girl could be seen complaining, but that didn’t seem to bother the other two.
Blue: We won’t be needing that. So, right, let’s move on to the important part, shall we? My name is Aurora Master, the greatest agglomeration of atoms you’ve ever seen, even if you haven’t realized it yet. And if you didn’t, that’s cool, there’s a lot of things you haven’t realized yet, especially you, Americans, but you will in due time. I really don’t care though, all I need to do is make sure you still pay tickets, and soon enough you will be willing to pay huge amounts of money to see someone try to make me shut up, because God, I do love talking! But that hasn’t happened yet, and it’s definitely not gonna happen in the future. So… let’s rewind.
Aurora had a small pause to breathe. The smaller girl got on the floor and took a comic book from her lab coat and started reading it. The other simply rested on the cords.
Aurora: Aurora Master. Greatest Agglomeration of Atoms You’ve Ever Seen. Got it? Cool. Let’s move onto our next member! The pink pinball of madness. Our little girl right here is Dawn Master, though she prefers when they call her Doctor Carnival. Personally, I rather calling her an annoying fuck. The mad lady of our family, she’s the fastest and craziest of our team, you’ll only see her when she’s in front of you trying to kill you. Disclaimer: We will not kill you as we are aware that murder is illegal and we don’t want to go to jail. Dawn, you want to say anything?
Carnival got up and took what appeared to be a small toy shotgun and another toy chainsaw.
Carnival: Groovy.
Aurora: Truly the most random person in all of wrestling… either way...
Aurora moved away from the smaller member and approached the bigger one.
Aurora: Now, I’m sure you’ve all been looking at my lil’ sis. Nature fucked up and accidentally created the perfect specimen. Women should not be six foot tall muscular beasts capable of ripping a bear in half, but MOONLIGHT! MURDER! BOSS! MASTER! Moonlight Master is. And don’t get tricked by the fact that she spent most of this segment pretending to be a very beautiful rock. Moonlight ain't your typical bodyguard figure. She talks little, but she’s smart, and she knows the best ways to pull your head out of your ass.
Moonlight shrugged.
Aurora: Thanks for the support, MoonMoon… Well, that ends our introductions. In case you haven’t figured out, we are The Master Sisters. Two time World Champs, even if that was a long time ago, in some other place. But don’t misunderstand, I’m not saying this to try to get some sort of validation, we don’t need your validation, but we’ve been in this position before and we knew how to climb the ladder. And we have not forgotten how to climb it again. And if by chance you DO know us, you know that it involves beating a lot of people, in and out of the ring. So, if we can afford to take a moment to speak to the people backstage, I just want to say that you better start paying more attention to your surroundings, use your eyes, ears and brain, if you do have one. Especially if you are in the tag team division, and even more especially if you’re Regulators, Inc. I know, you’re used to the threats, we’ve been there too. It’s your choice if you pay attention or not.
Aurora threw her microphone out of the ring and signaled the rest of her team to follow her. They got up and they all left the ring.
Tag Team Match
The Smoaks (Nicole Smoak and Taren Smoak) versus The Headhunters (Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway)
The Smoaks (Nicole Smoak and Taren Smoak) versus The Headhunters (Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway)
Nicole starts off the match for her team against Eric Calloway of The Headhunters. They circle each other for a brief period but as they go to lock up, Nicole scoots around Eric and wraps her arms around his waist. She tries to jump onto his back for a backstabber, but he is able to block the attempt and instead turns things around, blasting her with an elbow shot to the temple. This creates space between them with Nicole stumbling backward and allowing Eric to hit her with a hard clothesline before mounting her and blasting Nicole with forearm smashes. Taren pleaded with the referee to stop the onslaught against her wife, only for Dexter to yell at her from across the ring that “bitches get treated as such.”
Taj: It’s one thing about the Headhunters, they are always ready to bring the pain.
America: Oh most definitely, Taj.
Team Madness watches from ringside as, talking amongst themselves as they keep their eyes on the ring. Eric whips Nicole off into her corner, allowing Taren to tag herself in and go after Dexter with a discus elbow smash. Not happy with this, he yells at his brother to tag him in before he goes after Taren. But she was ready for him, hitting a Thesz press before she followed by slamming his head into the mat. Dexter is able to power out of the situation, booting Taren in the cooter before he locks in a camel clutch on her. He keeps this locked in as Regulators Inc. come down to the ring.
America: Now what in the hell are these two chicks coming out here for? This match has nothing to do with them!
Taj: Well the rightful Tag Team Champions, Regulators, Inc, have every right, America.
The two ladies go to grab their title belts from the ring announcer’s table, causing Dexter to release his hold on Taren before joining his brother as the two teams bicker back and forth. But as Regulators go to grab the belts, they’re met with Team Madness pulling them from the otherside and the two groups engaged in a bit of tug of war while Headhunters watch on from the ring.
Taj: Echo and Alexandria are stopping Jane and Sadie from retrieving their stolen title belts!
America: Hahaa! I love it!
This little distraction would prove to be fatal for the Headhunters who are then both rolled up by The Smoaks just as Team Madness yanks the belts from Regulators’ hands.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Taren and Nicole Smoak… THE SMOAKS!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Taj: The Smoaks have defeated The Headhunters! What an upset! What a damn shame!
"No.no, that's not how it should be done at all. Trust when I say do it this way, do it this way. Remember who I am around here."
The baritone voice of Joshua Samson, Esquire opens the scene backstage. Soon the camera reveals the man in question chastising a young male backstage hand.
Samson: Now go do it the right way...my way.
Without hesitation, the backstage hand spins on his heels and darts away, presumably to accomplish the task set upon him by THE Executive Representative. Soon, Beca Elise, manager to Solomon Monster, walks into the camera's shot furiously typing on her phone while mumbling something under her breath in Spanish. When she looks up, she makes eye contact with him.
Beca: Oh... Mr. Samson. It most certainly is a pleasure to finally get to meet you.
She holds out her hand for him to shake.
Beca: My name is Rebeca Ramirez, but I go by Beca Elise here.
Giving her a genuine smile, Joshua embraces her hand in a gentle shake.
Samson: Pleased to meet you, Ms. Ramirez. Or is that Mrs. Ramirez? One never knows with those things.
Beca: Oh no... it's Ms. Ramirez. I only just started seeing someone.
She releases the handshake before tucking a section of her hair behind her ear.
Beca: I have to say, I admit I admire the things you are able to do for your clients. Look at what you did with Astrid, bringing her up to a level like that when most people would have counted her out. I expect you're doing the same for Bianca's career as well. I only hope to be able to do the same for my client... but there's personal friction there.
Always a sucker for praise, Joshua smiles down at the shorter woman.
Samson: So you say you're a manager, huh?
Beca nods her head.
Beca: Fairly new to this game. I just finished my masters at USC in human resource management. I was having issues finding a job in my field when Solomon hit me up with a job offer.
Samson: Go Trojans!
He shifts his weight from one leg to the other.
Samson: Solomon Monster. That's a nice chuck of meat right there. Power, mentally strong, and a wealth of old school wrestling knowledge. You need very well for yourself, Ms. Ramirez, in landing him.
Beca: Uh... yeah. Do you mean did or need?
A slight chuckles escapes from her glossy pink lips.
Beca: But yeah, he's so far my only client but I think I've finally found the groove with what to do and how to handle things.
Samson: Talent in this sport can be very very tricky indeed. It takes quite a level head and an enormous amount of patience to last a decent amount of time.
Beca: While I can be quite hot headed at times, I'm starting to get a foothold in what I need to do for him. I'll admit, it hasn't been an easy route given the personal tensions that are between us... but we're working on them and I think we can both flourish here.
Samson: Take it for what it's worth, but any personal with a client is a no no. I've broken the rule too many times and have paid for it tremendously because of it.
Beca's eyes grew wide as she takes a step back and holds up her hands.
Beca: Oh... um... It's not like that. I'm pretty sure its illegal if it was that. He's um... we're related... let's just say that.
THE Executive Representative chuckles.
Samson: Hey whatever floats your boat. Seriously though I'm not even talking about a sexual relationship. To be a top-notch executive representative you have to keep it strictly professional. In the long run, it'll make your personal life a thousand times easier.
Beca: Ah... I get what you're saying now. I will keep that in mind should things start to sour again. But right now we're good... though I'm not too keen on who he's been associating himself with lately... but I grin and bear it. Kind of like how your wife was friends with that Biranna chick.
Samson: You've done your research, little lady.
Joshua gives her another genuine smile.
Samson: Your loyalty is to your client. Whomever he or she decides to associate themselves with is on them. Much like my client, Bianca LeBlanc, and her association with Forthcoming. Bianca is strictly my business. Now if I can possibly reap some more clients because of it, so be it.
Beca: Erick St. John is one person who I'd rather pass on, to be frank. There's just something that makes me feel blah and totally uncomfortable.
She smiles as she twiddles her phone in her hands.
Beca: I would like more clients. Perhaps a female as well.
Samson: Well if this company doesn't have anything, it's female talent.
Beca: A lot of egotistical females too. I kept an eye on that twitter exchange between the four in the opening match. And damn did that Jenni girl have a huge ego.
Samson: That's definitely something we want in clients. Egos are easier to sell to the plebs of the world, my dear.
Beca: Well that ego... can't be helped. She needs a bit of a reality check and possibly win a match before she goes spewing at the mouth about how she's so great. Even I know that much. Though Rei, she seems promising. So does Faye. And I know this is going to sound like I'm reaching here... but someone like Olivia Rhodes, someone who knows what she's doing and has proven herself... that's goals right there for me.
Samson: Never temper your clients ego. I know that none of them are your clients but you definitely want to boost their egos as much as possible.
He chuckles again.
Samson: Do I need to keep an eye on you for client tampering, Ms. Ramirez? Olivia is a very prized client of mine.
Beca: Oh no... I’m just saying someone of her caliber is a goal. Poaching is bad for business to be fair. But you should definitely keep an eye on this budding manager in case a spot were to ever open up at ISM.
She chuckles.
Beca: I’ll be watching you though... so I can learn more.
The slick talking middle aged man reaches into his suit jacket to produce a business card. He hands it out to her with a wink and smile.
Samson: When you get the free time, Ms. Ramirez stop by my office. Us agents have to stick together.
She takes the card and smiles.
Beca: Thank you Mr. Samson. I will definitely give you a call and set up an appointment.
Samson: No, thank you, Ms. Ramirez. And please call me Joshua. Mr. Samson is my father.
Beca: Noted. Well I guess I’ll see you around since we both have clients to attend to.
They part ways as the scene fades away.
A close up live feed of Brien Storm appears on the video board. Sunglasses cover his eyes yet the expression on his face is clear, he's here to do what he does best and more importantly he's here to make a point.
Brien: I've never seen someone so confidently proclaim such bullshite… until I met Stasi Herveaux. To her credit, she's never been pinned. That's where the positives seem to end.
A chuckle slips out followed by a trademark million dollar smile.
Brien: IWith unbelievable consistency I've seen her make a fool of herself on Twitter since our match was announced. It happened without fail. 'Orrible jokes, false facts, and the list'll go on for quite a bit. I've said in the past that I won't go out of my way to mention past accomplishments from other companies unless my legitimacy is questioned. I don't need to mention it, it speaks for itself. Yet those tangible pieces of my history aren't good enough because in her head it's intelligent to judge a world traveled wrestler by one body of work. You see when I say all the shite I do about Graham Baker, it's 'cause I've sat down and seen some matches here and elsewhere. I'll admit I've dropped the ball a few times here, but those that beat me. Q and Arley. Well I don't think I need to tell you what they'll be doing tonight. Stasi's wins? Those fuckin losers ain't in the company anymore!
Brien let's the crowd get their jeers in, he's been around long enough to know there ain't much attention span involved.
Brien: You see Stasi, I see right through you. You don't know what you're doing, only problem is you think you do. whether on purpose or not, you've brainwashed yourself into believing your little run is impressive. This is where your marathon starts. Yet you think this is some foregone conclusion. You are the underdog. Every single person knows it. I guess someone forgot to fill you in. It's ridiculous to think that you've rationalized all this in your head. Still I soldier on knowing that Stasi you're just a dime a dozen model on Twitter likely in your meditative state of picking filters. Despite that this one feels different. I really want to kick your arse. A dose of your obnoxious stupidity is enough to make someone question humanity. I had to endure it for close to a month. So yeah I'd say I've been counting down the day and tonight's a long time coming. Why don't you take your own advice and remove your head out of your arse, maybe you'll be able to see your time is up.
Brien looks uber-confident as always as his feed slow fades out and into the Roman numeral four indicative of his Fourthcoming.
Singles Match
Stasi Herveaux versus "Favorite Worst Nightmare" Brien Storm
Stasi Herveaux versus "Favorite Worst Nightmare" Brien Storm
The bell hasn’t even finished echoing throughout the arena as the two charge each other and start brawling in the center of the ring. Eventually, Stasi is able to create some space between them by driving her foot up into his jaw with a superkick! Brien stumbles a bit and when he comes back to it, Stasi is lying in wait, wrapping her arms around his waist for a bridging German suplex before quickly locking in a grounded dragon sleeper, holding it for a few moments before releasing the hold as Brien grabs onto the bottom rope. She quickly kips back up to her feet and smirks as Brien looks up at her from his seated position against the ropes. Stasi takes a few steps towards him, she winds up her leg for a shoot kick, only for Brien to catch it as she makes contact, pulling her down in such a way that she gets hung up on the middle rope.
Taj: Stasi and Brien have been engaged in a heated Twitter exchange since this match was announced.
America: They have indeed but Stasi is a troll when it comes to Twitter. I suppose I can understand her thought processing to make herself look bad ass but ultimately it just makes her look like an ass.
Brien doesn’t waste any time in capitalizing on this, locking in a dragon sleeper of his very own. For a few moments it looked as though Stasi was going to pass out… but Brien releases the hold and thus leaves Stasi gasping on the mat as he gets up and stands over her. Grabbing a handful of Stasi’s hair, he pulls her back up to her feet. Stasi swats him away and the pair trade forearm smashes and whatnot back and forth until Brien whips Stasi towards the ropes. As she comes running back, he hits her with an elbow shot before hitting a reverse STO on her and going for the cover.
One…
Two…
THR...KICK OUT!
Taj: That was SO close!
Brien and everyone else looks shocked at Stasi for kicking out. Brien pulls her up to her feet again and once more she fights back, backing Brien into the corner just as The Headhunters come down the ramp. This slight distraction allows Brien to turn the tides on Stasi once again, shoving her into the corner and as he goes to the ref, turning his and the ref’s backs to his opponent, allowing Dexter to hold Stasi in a chokehold while Eric got in the ring and drove his shoulder into her stomach a few times. They move her to the middle of the ropes and hold her arms behind the top rope as Brien comes back to face her, a smirk of his own upon his face.
America: I would be wrong in saying the arrival of The Headhunters and the subsequent beating of Stasi is justified?
Taj: Of course.
America: Oh well, I can’t be right all the time. Beat her ass, Forthcoming!
Brien charges towards Stasi and looks to drive his shoulder into her midsection, but she manages to break free of Dexter’s hold by biting the hand that’s pinning down her shoulder to the ropes. Brien doesn’t realize until it’s too late and instead his shoulder goes right into Dexter’s midsection, knocking him off the apron. Using all her might, Stasi somehow manages to hit Avada Kedavra (heel kick to back of head) on Eric before turning her attention back to Brien. With a knee to the lower midsection, she pulls him into the middle of the ring and uses the last of her strength to get him onto her back and hit Novocaine (Gory bomb)! She lays there a few moments before going for the cover.
One…
Two…
Three!!
Torres: Here is your winner… Stasi Herveaux!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Taj: Stasi, despite the odds against her, has pulled off a major win!
Dexter tries to slide into the ring but doesn’t make it in time. As soon as the bell rings signaling the end of the match, Stasi leaves the ring as she’s chased out by Dexter Calloway. Slumping onto the ramp, she starts laughing with a huge smile on her face as Eric and Brien look on. Stasi then pulls herself to her feet and walks backward up the ramp, clutching her midsection as the scene fades to commercial.
The scene opens up in the private locker room where we can see the Queen B “Miss 1WM” Bianca LeBlanc on a cell phone looking into a mirror. As she can be heard complaining loudly in disgust as she's dressed to the nines as always in a bright pink dress, silver high heels, silver Gucci handbag and a silver tiara on her head. As she rolls her eyes in disgust at the same time.
Bianca LeBlanc: Ugh, I know babe I get it it's why you had to leave social media like too many uggos. I understand not everyone can look as amazing as us but Graham Barker? Like seriously Mr. Try Hard to be edgy like how lame can a guy be? Can go five minutes without cussing thinks that makes him cool. And this is what children have to look up to? Graham Barker? UGH! And I have to face him tonight?! They had better get him tested. I still have heard anything from Josh as to if he can work his magic.
Bianca said with a slight glint in her eye as she keeps on speaking.
BIanca LeBlanc: Like, last month was Fatty Morris, this month Barker? What's next month some random hobo they gave wrestling gear to? They are getting uglier, it's disgusting. I should be next line for a title shot, no one else deserves it more than me. You know that.
Bianca soon heard a knock as she held her well manicured hand on the speaker as she yells.
BIanca LeBlanc: SIMON... get the door!
Even without being told, “Simple” Simon was already at the door by the time Bianca had finished the command. He pulls the door open to reveal Joshua Samson, Esquire. THE Executive Representative pays Simon little to no attention as he walks into the dressing room and notices his client is on the phone.
Bianca LeBLanc: Okay baby I am gonna call you back loves you.
As Bianca says in a somewhat obnoxious cute voice she makes a kiss sound before hanging up. As she looks at Samson, before saying in her normal bitchy tone of voice.
Bianca LeBlanc: So any word? Because I really am disgusted I mean Graham Barker of all people ew! LIke as tough as he might be I am disgusted by him like I don’t know whos more disgusting Thotleys brother Lash or him?
Joshua nervously fidgets with he already perfectly knotted tie around his neck.
Samson: Well, Bianca, that is what I’m here to talk to you about. I regret to inform you that you’ll still be facing Graham Baker tonight…
Bianca's face turns red, as she shrieks. Simon seems to cower in fright as Samson attempts to subdue a slight chuckle.
Bianca LeBlanc: UGH! WHAT YOU MEAN?! You were supposed to to get this taken care of. I shouldn’t be risking this face and this body against a man... no wait... a freak like him?! Like this isn’t happening right?!
Bianca says as Simon fans her for a bit before she shoos him away, as she says.
Bianca LeBlanc: Why do they have such a grudge against me? Because I speak the truth about the fans, and the other wrestlers? I should have had my shot at the world title by now Joshua. Like I should be on my way to the hottest club right now instead I have to be in the ring with Graham Barker?!
Samson: I know that Graham is beneath you and has no right whatsoever to be in the ring with a fine superior athlete such as yourself. I mean, you’re not Miss 1WM for nothing. You can best believe that those were a part of my argument when I talked to the 1WM brass about getting this match nullified.
Bianca is still red as she rolls her eyes in disgust.
Bianca LeBlanc: And they refuse to see reason? This is a travesty what if I catch something and have to be out? LIke do they know that the company would falter without me right? I am the reason more eyeballs are being drawn here?!
Bianca flips her hair and snaps her finger as she says.
Bianca LeBlanc: I have a lot going on, and now I have to deal with this thing. Miss 1WM deserves better than this.
Samson: I couldn’t get the one-on-one match thrown out, Bianca, but I wouldn’t be THE Executive Representative of wrestling if I didn’t get it changed. No, no, my dear, instead of Graham Baker versus Bianca leBlanc it’s going to be Graham Baker versus Bianca LeBlanc AND Olivia Rhodes in a Handicap match.
Bianca slightly smirks at the thought of the handicap match, as she said.
BIanca LeBlanc: My, now that's some work there. But in reality this might be the closest he has been to two women ever?! Are you sure you're not doing him a favor?
Bianca lets out a tiny giggle at her own joke.
Bianca LeBlanc: But, after this I am gonna need you to have a talk with them because the next number one contender to the 1WM World championship. Should be me, I mean is there anyone else really?
With a content expression upon his face, Joshua reaches into his suit jacket to produce a cigar case. Popping it open, he pulls out a long Cuban cigar.
Samson: Without a doubt, Bianca. I have already made your case at being the next to receive a 1WM World Heavyweight Championship match on Twitter. Once you and Olivia destroy Graham, 1WM brass will have no choice but to grant our wishes.
Popping the unlit Cuban into his mouth and returning the case back to the inside of his suit jacket, Joshua beams like a Cheshire cat. Bianca smirks, as she snaps her fingers and is handed a bottle of water as she takes a sip before rudely shoving it back into Simon's chest.
Bianca LeBlanc: You know that is too cold for me I said chilled not from Alaska ugh!
Simon cowes and slinks away as she rolls her eyes.
Bianca LeBlanc: Fine, if this is what the brass wants if they want their heroes made fools of. I have no issue making him look stupid after all hes already ugly, why not add stupid to the list? And they better because if not I will make examples of their heroes one by one until they have no choice but to give me what I want.
Bianca smirks as she says in her confident tone.
Bianca LeBlanc: After all what Bianca wants Bianca gets.
Savoring the taste of the unlit cigar, Joshua nods in agreement with his client.
Samson: Yes, what Bianca wants Bianca gets.
Handicap Match
Olivia Rhodes and "Miss 1WM" Bianca LaBlanc versus "Guillotine" Graham Baker
Olivia Rhodes and "Miss 1WM" Bianca LaBlanc versus "Guillotine" Graham Baker
Taj: So once again Joshua Samson has worked his magic and gotten a match changed for his client. I wonder what kind of dirt does he have on the Executive Committee?
America: Or maybe Mister Samson is just that damn good at his job, Taj?
Graham doesn’t look happy with the match change as both women start down at him the bell rings. He comes charging across the ring and hits Olivia, knocking her into Bianca. Olivia doesn’t take this too kindly and orders Bianca out of the ring before turning her attention back to Graham who’s got a cocky smile upon his face. Olivia and Graham charge each other, meeting halfway and instantly start trading blows back and forth. Graham attempts to gain the upper hand, booting Olivia in the stomach before lifting her up for a suplex. Olivia, however, uses her long, lanky frame with the momentum from the lift to turn it around and landing on her feet before dropping down and hitting Graham with a hangman’s neckbreaker! She goes for a cover.
One…
Two…
T...KICKOUT!!
Taj: Let it be noted that at the top of the show Olivia attacked and took out Cassie Morse over a perceived slight.
America: Perceived? That country bumpkin Cassie needs to watch where the hell she is walking! I bet you next time she’ll have her eyes wide open.
Olivia argues with the referee that it was three, turning around to be met with a stiff forearm blast to the side of her head, Graham finally getting to hit a suplex, lifting her up and over for a vertical suplex. Graham turns around and locks in armbar as Olivia tries to fight out of it. She rolls him onto his back as she hooks her arms around and using all the power in her legs to lift him up and then slam him back down again. He instantly releases as they both fall to a heap in the middle of the ring. Bianca starts yelling that she wants in the ring, holding her arm out as Olivia slowly makes her way over towards the corner. About halfway there, Olivia pulls herself up to her feet as does Graham and he staggerly runs towards her. Joshua Samson hops onto the ring apron and distracts the referee as Simon hands Bianca the can of spray and she lambasts Graham in the face!
Taj: BAD FORM!
Samson gets down just in time for the referee to see Olivia tag Bianca in. Bianca doesn’t have a chance to hit Graham with a move before Cassie Morse comes running down the ramp, jumping up onto the apron and holding her hand out for Graham to tag her in.
America: What in the hell is Cassie doing out here?!
Taj: It looks like she’s waiting for a tag from Graham!
America: This is some bull! Get her out of here!
Bianca comes running over and looks to hit Cassie with a forearm, but Cassie dodges it and instead hits Bianca with a popup headbutt. This creates the space Graham needs to confusingly tag Casse into the match.
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
Cassie comes charging in, hitting Bianca with a running knee. Bianca gets out of the way just enough so that the knee only catches her in the shoulder, spinning her around. This allows Bianca to grab a handful of Cassie’s hair and yank her backward for a hair pull backbreaker, sending her knee directly into Cassie’s spine. Cassie clutches at her back as Bianca pulls her up and whips her into her own corner, Olivia standing back to not interfere before Bianca presses her food hard against Cassie’s throat for a corner foot choke. The referee tells her to release the hold and she does, arguing a bit with the referee. Olivia locks in a reverse chokehold. Graham yells at the referee to pay attention and when Bianca turns around, Olivia releases her hold.
America: You would think after that beating earlier tonight Cassie would want nothing to do with Olivia?
Taj: I don’t know why you think that, America. You would have to think that Cassie was going to be looking for some semblance of revenge.
Bianca pulls Cassie out to the center of the ring by her hair and then runs at the ropes, using the momentum as she looks for a running knee lift, but Cassie gets out of the way and turns things around, hitting Bianca with a roundhouse kick before following it up with knife edge chop and jab combo. Olivia yells at Bianca to get her stuff together and get back into the match, but it would be all for naught as Cassie hits a stumbling Bianca with CSP (cradle piledriver)!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… GRAHAM BAKER and CASSIE MORSE!
Olivia rolls her eyes and puts her head into her hands as Cassie celebrates the win. Olivia cautiously gets into the ring before her look changes to that of rage as she looks down at Bianca. She is stalking her in a way that worries Joshua Samson, ESQ to the point where he gets on the apron and tells Olivia to back down, but his words don’t seem to be getting through. Even Cassie and Graham are wondering what is going on when all of the sudden Olivia charges, going past Bianca and hitting a double leaping clothesline that takes out both Graham and Cassie at the same time. Graham rolls out of the ring and falls to the arena floor, leaving Cassie to take the brunt of Olivia’s onslaught.
Olivia shows absolutely no sign of slowing down, lifting Cassie up for a vertical suplex before turning it around and sending her slamming down with a falcon arrow. Graham comes running back in, trying to save Cassie but he’s met with a boot to the gut by Olivia who then follows it up with Endpoint (Gory neckbreaker)! Smirking, Olivia moves her body to lock in Silence Rendered (headscissor crucifix choke) on as security rushes the ring and tries to pry her off him. She releases the hold on her own accord and walks backward up the ramp, holding her arms out to her side as the scene fades to commercial.
Legendary Eight returns from the commercial break to the “Texas Longhorns Fight Song” playing as Papa Ray and Barry Ray Buford walk down the aisle. Both men are dressed in suits. Papa Ray is smiling about something while Barry Ray has his hands in his pockets and looks down at the ground. Papa Ray looks behind him to see his downtrodden son. He grabs him by the arm and scolds him.
Papa Ray: C’mon, boy, look professional!
Barry Ray does as he’s told, but he’s obviously not happy about it. The two step into the ring. Papa Ray grabs a microphone as the song fades.
Papa Ray: Good evenin’, folks. As you can see, I made my boy dress up in a suit and tie tonight because we out here for a very special reason. Before I reveal that reason to you, I’d like to explain to all of you exactly what’s led up to this moment. You see, every parent in the world always has certain goals in mind for their children. Some want their kids to be lawyers. Some want their kids to be doctors. Me? The moment that Barry Ray entered this world, I made it my life’s mission to send my one and only son to the University of Texas, where he was gonna play football for the UT Longhorns.
Some fans boo.
Papa Ray: Oh, please. UT may not have won a national title in 14 years, but your University of Colorado ain’t won one in 30 years, so why don’t ya’ll just hush up and let me say what I gotta say?
Crowd: Booooo!
Papa Ray: As I was sayin’, I made it my goal to get Barry Ray a football scholarship to the University of Texas. I spent my money on Pee-wee league registrations, equipment, personal trainers, gym memberships, supplements, weight machines, you name it, I bought it, all so that my boy could have the glory of playin’ for the greatest college football team that ever lived!
Crowd: Booooo!
Papa Ray: And it wasn’t gonna stop there. No, no, no. Barry Ray was gonna go on to the NFL after that. That’s right. He was gonna be drafted in the first round by the Dallas Cowboys! He was gonna make millions of dollars and get all sorts of endorsement deals! As for me, I was gonna be at all of his games, sittin’ in the luxury box next to Mr. Jerry Jones. And Mr. Jones would lean over to me and tell me “Ray, ya boy is something else. He’s the best draft pick I made since Emmitt Smith.” And I was gonna just beam with all the pride in the whole wide world as my boy knocked the snot out of quarterbacks and collected his paychecks.
The fans boo Papa Ray’s delusional plan.
Papa Ray: But unfortunately, things didn’t quite happen like I planned. Ya see, while Barry Ray played with a lot of heart out there on the football field at Grand Prairie High School, he wasn’t disciplined enough. He wasn’t focused. He didn’t always pay attention. He made dumb mistakes on the field. It just seemed to me that Barry Ray’s mind was always somewhere else other than the football field. Then, when National Signin’ Day came around about two years ago, there was no letter of intent for Barry Ray. The University of Texas didn’t come callin’ for my boy. Everything I’d hoped for, everything I’d dreamed, all of it just went down the toilet!
Barry Ray holds his head down in shame.
Papa Ray: At first, I wasn’t willin’ to accept that it was Barry Ray’s fault that he wasn’t accepted by the University of Texas. I was blamin’ everybody else, his coach, his teammates, the referees, UT itself. And I swore that one way or another, my boy was gonna be a professional athlete. I said, “What’s somethin’ Barry Ray can do where he doesn’t have to rely on a team that’ll just drag him down? What’s a sport where Barry Ray’s natural aggression won’t cause him to be penalized like he was on the football field so many times.” Then, just like a bolt of lightnin’, it hit me: professional wrestlin’. Immediately, I started readin’ everything I could on wrestlin’. I watched YouTube videos. I studied this sport every which way I could until I knew it well enough to teach Barry Ray, and just like I did with football, I bought everything I needed to make Barry Ray the number one pro wrestler in the entire world, and as you can see, my hard work paid off. I was able to get my boy a contract for this here One Wrestle Movement! I thought I had finally done it. I thought all the dreams I had for my boy were gonna come true after all. And then…
He pauses and tries to collect himself before he utters the next three words.
Papa Ray: ...the Drakes happened.
The crowd cheers.
Papa Ray: Don’t you cheer for them! Those two saw my boy as a threat and derailed his career with that evil temptation known as dessert!
Barry Ray perks up at the sound of “dessert” but is quickly shot down.
Papa Ray: Oh, you can forget about dessert, boy. You ain’t ever gonna taste dessert again after you see what I got in store for you.
The crowd boos.
Papa Ray: Those two degenerates distracted my boy with all sorts of cakes and pies, and like a big gluttonous dummy, he took the bait!
The crowd boos as Barry Ray holds his head down in shame again.
Papa Ray: You are 20 years old, boy! How can you let that kind of thing happen to you?!
Barry Ray has nothing to say as he continues to stare at the ground.
Papa Ray: But you know what, Barry Ray? It ain’t entirely your fault. I brought you into this world. It was my job to guide you, point you in the right direction, and raise you to be a man. Now, I realize that I have clearly failed you.
There is some applause at his admission of guilt.
Papa Ray: I let this world spoil you. I let ya mother coddle you. I let you get too soft and become too sensitive. Now look at ya. Ya ain’t much of anything at all. You like a big ol’ ball of dough.
More booing.
Papa Ray: I’ve been tryin’ over these last two months to make somethin’ of ya, but to try to make somethin’ of ya now, after I failed to do so for the last 20 years, is like tryin’ to stop a car from goin’ off a cliff after it’s already gone over the edge. My methods just ain’t workin’.
Some fans agree with that.
Papa Ray: And let me tell you somethin’: I was just about ready to give up on ya. That’s right. I was ready to quit as ya manager and kick you outta my house. You was about to be on ya own, and even though you and I both know that you ain’t ready for that, I didn’t care. I was done with ya.
Crowd: Boooo!
Papa Ray: Fortunately for you, just when I was about to cut the cord, I got a phone call. Someone who’d been watchin’ your time here in 1WM made me an offer. Ya see, this person recently started a business where he teaches parents how to properly rear their children.
He turns to the fans.
Papa Ray: Now, I know that to some people in the audience, the thought of hirin’ somebody to teach you how to raise a 20 year old sounds crazy, but I wasn’t too proud to accept this man’s help, especially after he told me that he would not only teach me how to raise my child properly, but he’d get Barry Ray’s career back on track, too.
Barry Ray looks up at his father surprised.
Papa Ray: I believe that the good Lord sent this man our way, Barry Ray, and I’m gonna introduce him to you and all of these people here right now.
He smirks.
Papa Ray: Actually, I’m gonna re-introduce him to all you fine people in the audience tonight, because you seen him here in 1WM before. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back, the person who’s gonna make me a better parent and make my boy the greatest wrestler in the world, “The Last Real Family Man” Bernard Cornelius!
“Wing Fortress Zone” plays as the crowd goes nuclear with jeers. Bernard Cornelius enters the arena in a three-piece suit, smiling and waving to the crowd like a politician as he makes his way down the aisle. He gets in the ring and hugs Papa Ray before walking up to Barry Ray and offering a handshake. Barry Ray tentatively shakes Cornelius’ hand. Papa Ray has a wide grin on his face as the music fades.
Papa Ray: Mr. Cornelius, the floor is yours!
He hands Cornelius the mic.
Bernard Cornelius: It’s great to be back here in 1WM!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!
Bernard Cornelius: I know, I know, you people aren’t exactly happy to see me, and I get it. I said a lot of things in my first stint here in 1WM that clearly upset a lot of you, and believe me, I paid dearly. I was suspended without pay for my comments on social media. Yes, the cancel culture finally got me, but it’s okay, because unlike some of the people who have been using this unfortunate time in our country to sit at home and collect unemployment…
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!
Bernard Cornelius: ...I actually started my own business.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!
Bernard Cornelius: Now, Mr. Buford, I do have to correct you on one thing. I am no longer going by the name Bernard Cornelius. Rather, in an effort to market my business effectively, I will go by the name I used in a previous wrestling promotion. From this moment on, I will once again be known as Bernard Core!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!
Bernard Core: And I am the owner of the most revolutionary parent coaching firm in the country, Core Family Values, Incorporated!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!
Bernard Core: You see, all of you “woke” people here in the arena and on social media thought that I was just going to scurry away with my tail between my legs because you were able to pressure 1WM into suspending me for speaking the truth, but you people don’t know me very well. I am a culture warrior! I do not back down from the forces that are trying to rip America’s values apart, especially family values!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!
Bernard Core: That’s why I started Core Family Values, Inc.; to strengthen the American family, the foundation of our society! Without this strong foundation, the United States will crumble and become the godless dystopia that all of these protestors in the streets of our major cities are trying to make it!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!
He turns to Barry Ray.
Bernard Core: Now, as for you, Barry Ray, your father is right. I have been watching your short career thus far, and I must say, I have certainly got my work cut out for me. You’re lazy, undisciplined, and as your latest match proved, you are unwilling to...
He gets up in Barry Ray’s face.
Bernard Core:...Honor Thy Father.
Crowd: BOOOOOO!!!
Bernard Core: And if you were my son, you wouldn’t be a 20 year old child who fantasizes about cakes and thinks that other wrestlers are superheroes. The Bible says “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.” You clearly have not put away any childish things yet. You’re not even close. I have a 10 year old who’s already more of a man than you.
Crowd: BOOOOOO!!!
Barry Ray looks ashamed.
Bernard Core: Had I been your father, there is no way in this world that you would be in the pitiful state you are right now. However, I’m not here to talk about what things would be like in an alternate reality. I’m not here to dwell on the past. I’m here to better your future. I’m here to better you. After speaking with your father about his concerns, I know what my course of action must be. Simply observing you from afar and consulting with your father are not enough. No, I need to take a more hands on approach.
The camera picks up Barry Ray asking “Hands on?”
Bernard Core: That’s right. Not only am I going to be your father’s parenting coach, but I’m going to become your coach as well. And not only am I going to be your coach, but I’m also going to be...your tag team partner!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!
Bernard Core: You are going to stand side by side with me in the ring and get an education on how to become the best in this sport. And in doing so, you will learn how to train properly, how to eat properly, how to live properly, and how to honor thy father properly!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!
Bernard Core: And with your father watching how I work with you, he will become a better parent, but more importantly…
He moves in even closer and speaks almost in a sinister tone.
Bernard Core:...you will become a better son.
Core hands off the mic to Papa Ray.
Papa Ray: Ladies and gentleman, let’s hear it for this new beginnin’ for my boy! Let’s hear it for our savior, Mr. Bernard Core! Let’s hear it for Core Family Values, Incorporated!
“Wing Fortress Zone” plays. Core takes both Barry Ray and Papa Ray by the hand and raises their arms in the air as the crowd voices their displeasure. Papa Ray’s grin is even wider. Core looks satisfied and determined. Barry Ray wears a concerned look on his face, not knowing what is about to face him.
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
"Pretty" Ricky Stanton versus “Limitless” Ryan Henderson ©
"Pretty" Ricky Stanton versus “Limitless” Ryan Henderson ©
Torres: The following is a Pride of 1WM Championship match scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION!!!
The lights go down and "Judas" by Fozzy starts to play...
You are beautiful, lonely inside
You are innocence personified
And I will drag you down and sell you out
Run away!
You are innocence personified
And I will drag you down and sell you out
Run away!
"Pretty" Ricky Stanton stands at the top of the ramp as 20 women in blue gowns line the ramp. Behind him is Supreme MMA Heavyweight Champion Bo. A. Constrictor.
America: THAT'S THE SUPREME MMA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! The Cobra is here!!!!!
I am cold like December snow
I have carved out this soul made of stone
And I will drag you down and sell you out
Embraced by the darkness, I am losing the light!
Encircled by demons, I fight!
I have carved out this soul made of stone
And I will drag you down and sell you out
Embraced by the darkness, I am losing the light!
Encircled by demons, I fight!
Bo continues down the ramp with as Ricky shows off his robe and Bo holds up his title belt.[/div][/font]
Taj: Ricky will try to get his own gold tonight!
What have I become?!Now that I've betrayed!
Everyone I've ever loved, I pushed them all away!
And I have been a slave to the Judas in my mind!
Is there something left for me to save in the wreckage of my life? My life!
Everyone I've ever loved, I pushed them all away!
And I have been a slave to the Judas in my mind!
Is there something left for me to save in the wreckage of my life? My life!
Ricky steps into the ring and takes off his robe as he glares at Ryan Henderson. He smirks as he goes to his corner[/font]
America: He sure is pretty.
Taj: Calm yourself, America. There is no denying though that Rick has pulled out all the pageantry tonight.
"The Champion" by The Score plays as Ryan Henderson, Pride of 1WM Championship belt around his waist, makes his way to the ring.
Taj: And here comes the Pride of 1WM!
America: Time to pass that title on over to the Pretty One.
Both men stand in the ring and look at the referee. The referee takes the Pride of 1WM Championship from Ricky and holds it high in the air. The fans cheer loudly as the referee then waits a moment before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Ricky and Ryan both glare at each other for a moment before meeting in the center of the ring and immediately exchanging hard right hands with one another. The two battle back and forth across the ring, both men desperately trying to gain the advantage. Ricky's power is finally put on display as he knocks Ryan back against the ropes. Smirking, Ricky hits Ryan in the mouth with an elbow shot! He then lines Ryan up with the turnbuckle and shoots him into it! Ryan hits it hard, slumping against the turnbuckle. Seconds later, Ricky charges and hits Ryan with a big clothesline! Ryan falls to the mat as the fans give Ricky a mixed response---the 1WM stockholder smirks and soaks it all in! Ricky hurls Ryan out the ring and then starts yelling at the referee. Just then Bo hops the barrier and clotheslines Ryan! He gets him up and gives him his Total Constriction (Bear Hug)!
Taj: Bad form! This is uncalled for!
America: Whatever it takes to get that belt off of Ryan!
Ricky still keeps the ref's back turned until Bo drops him and hops back over the barrier! Ricky shakes his head at the ref and rolls outside the ring and hurls Ryan back inside. Ryan Henderson tries to bring himself back up to his feet. Ricky Stanton watches him patiently. Once Ryan is standing, Ricky steps toward him and hits Ryan with an European uppercut! Ricky follows it up with a second. He then pulls Ryan in and tries to hoist him into the air. Ryan immediately gets his hands on Ricky's face and rakes his eyes. Ricky stumbles back from the impact. Ryan runs toward him and hits Ricky in the mouth with a big dropkick! The impact sends Ricky stumbling out onto the apron. Ricky grabs the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Ryan grabs Ricky and pounds away on him with a few quick strikes! He then grabs the challenger and hoists him into the air, slamming him into the ring with a suplex! Ricky tries to pull himself back up to his feet---only to have Ryan deliver a knee strike! Ryan hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
T...Ricky powers out!
Taj: Ryan was a millisecond from retaining his title.
America: But Ricky is proving he's in this for the long haul, Taj.
A smile comes across Ryan's face as he calls for the fans to start showing him some love. Quite a few of the fans oblige, cheering loudly as Ricky slowly drags himself back up to his feet! The Pride Champ bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Ricky with a quick strike---only to have Ricky power Ryan into the air! He slams him down to the mat with a Samoan drop, hooking the leg immediately afterwards.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!
Taj: That. Was. Too. Close.
Ricky grabs Ryan and pulls the champion back up to his feet. Ricky hits Ryan with a kick to the ribs and then tries to set him up for a butterfly suplex! Ryan powers out of Ricky's grasp with a back body drop! Ricky pulls himself back up to his feet. Ryan charges and sends Ricky crashing to the mat with a discus clothesline! He then covers once again.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: These two are just hitting each other as hard as they can!
America: That tends to be how Ricky's matches go!
Ryan grabs Ricky and drags him back up to his feet. He hits Ricky in the mouth with a right hand, and then a second, and then a third. He smirks as he steps toward Ricky and tries to set him up for a sit-out neckbreaker! Ricky shoves Ryan away just before the champ can send him to the mat. Ryan spins around and tries to recover, Ricky kicking him in the ribs. Ricky tries to hoist Ryan into the air for a his F-5. Ryan frees himself from Ricky's grasp! Ricky turns around and tries to hit Ryan with a back elbow. Ryan ducks underneath that as well! Ryan drives a knee into Ricky's kidney and then grabs hold of him.
Taj: Ryan could be looking to put this one away right now!
Ryan spins Ricky around and then blasts him in the mouth with a backfist! The impact knocks Ricky groggy as he stumbles back and hits the ropes! Ricky bounces off of them and charges forward. Ryan counters with Fatality (540 kick)! The Champ hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL the Pride of 1WM Champion...Ryan Henderson!!!
Taj: Talk about an exciting match!
America: They hit each other with everything they had, but in the end, Ricky Stanton came up short! Damn it!
Before Ricky and Ryan can catch their breath after the conclusion of their title match, “Old School” by 2Pac begins to play. Both men look surprised or at least Ryan is more surprised as Ricky gets a huge grin on his face.Out from the back come Erick St. John and Solomon Monster each with the chair they used to crush Lash Donohue’s head. They, too, have grins on their faces. Ryan looks behind him and Ricky has confiscated his own chair.
Taj: Oh no, this can’t be good?!
America: Definitely not. This is going to be great!
Solomon and ESJ split at ringside. There is nowhere for Ryan to escape as he can be easily intercepted by either of the three veterans. ESJ has a mic in hand and smiles at Ryan. The crowd is booing the hell out of the men surrounding the youngster as the music fades.
ESJ: Ryan... Ryan... Ryan... what predicament have you gotten yourself into? My friends and I were discussing who else besides Lash Donohue and Cain Dominguez needed to be made an example of tonight. And you were our unanimous choice. Why? Because I want you to get through your thick skull that NO ONE is limitless! I proved at last Legendary. But tonight we make you a martyr of our cause, our MOVEMENT!
Erick pauses and lets the crowd jeer him.
ESJ: WE are the movement that is going to set this promotion on fire. WE are the movement leaders that will pave the way for pro wrestling’s renaissance. WE are the teachers, professors, and administrators that are going to teach you NextGeners how to carry pro wrestling into the 21st century and beyond. WE are the professors of Hard Knocks 101. WE... ARE... EMERITUS!
The crowd lets the new faction know how they feel about its official formation in their arena.
America: Emeritus, huh? I like it!
ESJ: We are EMERITUS. Until the next generation is ready to assume responsibility for our sport, we are its honorary guardians, we are its representatives, we are the reason for its existence. One Wrestle Movement is NOTHING without EMERITUS! And there isn’t a damn thing you or any NextGener can do about it! NOW ICE HIM!
The members of Emeritus begin to converge on Ryan. Ryan looks around for any escape opportunity. They are up on the ring apron when “Marionette” by Flyleaf begins to play and Jenn Drew bolts out from the back and into the ring. Emeritus is stunned by this development as Jenn Drew stands back to back with Ryan. She yells at Emeritus and eggs them on follow through with their threat. ESJ glares over at Ricky who is most shocked by this turn of events.
Taj: Thank goodness for Jenn Drew!
America: They’re still outnumbered though!
ESJ: JUST DO IT!
Suddenly Jenn Drew hits her Cutting The Strings (poisonrana) on Ryan Henderson! The crowd goes ballistic as Ryan is dropped on his head and laid out!
America: That was brilliant!
Taj: No, no, no!
Angelita Henderson runs out to ringside and pulls Ryan out of the ring before Solomon could connect with a chair shot to the back. Jenn hugs Ricky and then is embraced by the rest of Emeritus. “Old School” by 2Pac plays in the arena as the four members of Emeritus raise their hands in victorious celebration.
Taj: Heaven help 1WM….
Coming in August
1WM Tag Team Championship Match
The Connelly Twins (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly) versus Regulators, Inc. (“Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy)
The Connelly Twins (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly) versus Regulators, Inc. (“Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy)
"Love to the Beat" by Warner Chappell Production Music plays as the Connelly Twins, Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly, make their way to the ring.
"Honky Tonk Stomp" by Brooks & Dunn plays as Regulators, Incorporated, "Calamity" Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy, rush from the back and make their way to the ring.
Taj: Here we go!
Torres dives out of the way as Jane and Sadie go right to work on Angelita and Kylie. The Tag Team Champions step up to hit matching front kicks to send Henderson and Connelly tumbling back into the ropes. Jane and Sadie move in closer and start kicking away at their opponents, starting low and then alternating feet as they move up the Connelly’s bodies until they hit matching spin kicks to the face that send Henderson and Connelly tumbling through the ropes to the floor. The crowd explodes in cheers as the challengers hit the cold thinly matted concrete floor below. The referee starts to count.
One…
Two…
Angelita and Kylie start to stand up, Jane and Sadie step through the ropes to come after them.
Three...
Four…
Angelita punches Jane in the mouth and then swings her around by the back of the head, running her face first into the ringpost. Jane crumples to the floor and Angelita dives into the ring.
Five…
Six…
Kylie kicks Sadie in the stomach and then hits an elbow to her spine that drops her to all fours. She smirks and then dives into the ring as well, causing the referee to restart the count on the champs.
One…
Two…
Taj: Regulators Inc. started out quickly...
America: Yeah, but now reality is settling in for them!
Taj: You think this is just the Connellys having them right where they want them?
America: Undoubtedly!
Three…
Four…
Sadie scrambles up to her feet and glances at her partner only to see Jane barely moving yet. She looks into the ring and sees Angelita and Kylie both smirking knowingly, as if this was inevitably what was going to happen no matter what.
Five…
Six…
Sadie is almost shaking with rage at the arrogantly dismissive looks on their faces. Her eyes start to go wide before she dives into the ring and executes savage double takedown on Kylie. She starts firing punches immediately upon her back hitting the mat. Angelita starts to move in to try and stop her only for Jane to dive in behind her. Jane hits a running knee to the back and knocks Angelita down to the mat as well. Jane starts raining blows down upon Angelita’s head and the referee starts barking at both Tag Champs about using closed fists. Neither Jane nor Sadie pay him any mind, both continuing to just hammer away and drawing blood on their respective Connelly team. The referee pleads with them to open their hands while striking. When they fail to heed his instructions again, he starts counting.
One...
Two...
Jane and Sadie continue to fire down on Angelita and Kylie with closed fists, battering away at the two women beneath them.
Three…
Four…
FIVE!!!!
The referee tries to get them to stop but both Jane and Sadie push him away and continue to hammer away with closed fists. The referee starts counting a second time.
One…
Two…
Jane and Sadie continue to pay him no mind at all.
Three…
Four…
FIVE!!!
The referee turns and calls for the bell! Both Jane and Sadie stand up, looking shocked and outraged as Angelita and Kylie roll away to the floor. They check their wounds and then look up into the ring, smirking ever so slightly. The referee rolls out and raises their arms as Jane and Sadie both watch on from just behind the ropes.
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has disqualified the Regulators Incorporated for repeatedly refusing to abide by his instructions, therefore, the winners of the match, Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly but still the 1WM Tag Team Champions...Regulators Incorporated!!!!
Sadie kicks the bottom rope while Jane clutches at her head in disbelief. Angelita and Kylie step back, nodding knowingly and smirking even wider at the crowd’s reaction.
Taj: This can’t be over, can it?
Live from First Interstate Arena in Billings, Montana on August 30th 2020
Legendary Main Event
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
"Ya Girl" Q versus “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk ©
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
"Ya Girl" Q versus “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk ©
Torres: The following is the Legendary main event! It is for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship and it is scheduled for one fall or submission!
The opening lyrics of “Believer” by Imagine Dragons plays throughout the CU Events Center bringing the crowd to a chorus of boos. They know but one person is ready to make their way out to the ring and it’s none other than everyone’s biggest nuisance, Ya Girl Q. It’s not long before Q makes her way through the entrance, walking M&M on a leash; flanked by either side by a Stanton Enterprise Employee. One of the employees is carrying a purple velvet sack with them. The boos become even more prominent as Q, instead of making her way down to the ring, asks for a member of the ring crew to fetch her a microphone and bring it to the top of the ramp.
Ya Girl Q: Well, well, well. So I’m willing to bet you’ve all missed me now haven’t you? It’s not often anymore that I am gracing you all with my presence but rest assured all of that will be changing soon enough. Believe me when I say that you are going to be seeing me around these parts quite a bit. Don’t believe me? Tonight, I’m going to make a believer out of all of you.
Q holds her arms out drawing in her adoration. Only, instead of cheers, it’s a combination of boos and trash getting pelted her way.
Ya Girl Q: Ever since it was announced that tonight at Legendary 8 I would be contending for 1WM World Heavyweight Championship I must say I thought I would be getting a bigger reaction from all of you. I mean, I’m the underdog right? I wasn’t being groomed to be your champion but, after tonight, that’s exactly what I’m going to be. All of this despite your currently 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, Arley Kirk, being the bully that she is. Don’t believe me? Take a look at how she has bullied me time and time on Twitter. She called me arrogant. Me? How dare she? I’m not arrogant. I’m confident. She questioned my maturity. Again, does this so called role model of a champion even know me? I am actually wise beyond my years. Those that think of me as immature quite simply can’t grasp the level in which I am compared to everyone else. She’s even gone so far as to have her “followers” come after me as if I am the one demeaning her. I challenge any of you keyboard warriors out there to sift through my comments like the vile swine you are in efforts to pinpoint the exact moment in which I spoke ill of your 1WM World Heavyweight Champion. You cannot do it as I never degraded your champion in the disparaging way that Miss Arley Kirk has done unto me.
Q pauses for a moment, pretending to wipe away a tear from her eye as if she has been hurt by the comments.
Ya Girl Q: But don’t you worry, One Wrestle Movement. Ya Girl Q will persevere just as she always does. No matter how many times I am verbally bullied, I will get back up. It’s kind of like the what a wise prophet once told me. “I get knocked down, but I get up again. You’re never gonna keep me down.” That’s right. The almighty Chumbawamba taught me to be brave in the face of adversity. Tonight, I go up against an accomplished champion in Arley Kirk. Take a look at some of the names she has beaten to retain that title. I’m talking about the likes of Brien Storm, Terra Mason and Cain Dominguez.
Q takes a moment to clap her hands, applauding everything Arley Kirk has accomplished.
Ya Girl Q: There’s just one more thing, though. You see, Ya Girl Q holds victories over those people as well. As a matter of fact, I have yet to be pinned or submitted in my entire time here in One Wrestle Movement. While everyone else has been groomed for this moment. While everyone up to this point has quite simply just been handed their title shots Ya Girl Q has EARNED her title shot. And for that very reason, that is why I guaranteed I would walk out of Legendary 8 as champion. I believe ‘mark my words’ is what I actually said. Arley got quite a kick out of that. What sort of immature, arrogant person will outright say that no matter what happens tonight, she will walk out of Legendary 8 as Champion? Um, that would be me. You see, as anticipated, Arley Kirk just assumes I am talking about her beloved 1WM World Heavyweight Championship. No, I’m not this naive little girl. Arley, I have every intention of doing what no other person has been able to do since Legendary 1 and that’s defeat you to become the World Heavyweight Champion. It would be utterly moronic, however, to stand here and guarantee becoming the new World Heavyweight Champion. I mean, come on. Who do you think I am? Brien Storm. No, I have been looked over in One Wrestle Movement for far too long and tonight I am going to do something about that. Gentlemen.
The Stanton Enterprise employee with the purple velvet sack hands the sack over to Q as she, in turns, hands M&M’s leash to the other employee.
Ya Girl Q: You see tonight, after all my accomplishments so far, I am hereby anointing myself a champion. As a matter of fact, from this moment forth, I am now the reigning YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion.
Q removes the belt from the sack, displaying it for the world to see.
Ya Girl Q: It’s about damn time I start getting some respect around these parts and if no one is going to give it to me I’m just going to take it. Tonight, Arley Kirk versus Q is going to be a champion versus champion match. The difference, however, is this is no title versus title affair. No, no, no. I’ve yet to see anyone in One Wrestle Movement that can challenge me for the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Title so it won’t be on the line; not now, not ever. But I will tell you this, Arley…. Yuh Girl… or whatever blatant ripoff of me you want to be. You better watch yourself, Arley. No matter what I am walking out of Legendary 8 a champion. Mess around, take your eye off the ball and I’ll be walking out as the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion as well. Oh, and you wondering if my Twitter handle matches my style in the ring? We’ll find out soon enough if Q is gonna break ya.
With her new title belt, Q makes her way down the ramp to the ring.
Taj: She can’t be serious about that title can she?
America: It’s Q...of course she is.
"Global Domination" hits the system and there is a loud POP as Arley Kirk appears atop the Tron, black fuzzy LED angel wings on her back. Arley rips open a juice box and skolls it before slamming the empty carton on her forehead several times and getting another POP as she slides down to the ramp and makes her way down it, stopping for quick hugs and high fives and photos.
Torres: From Lake Fenton, MI. Weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is one half of Kawaii Trash Pandas GO, she is the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...this is "The Suicide Blonde", Arley Kirk!
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades.
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready before calling for the bell, making the match underway.
DING DING DING!!!
The bell rings and Arley and Q begin to circle each other. Q turns and signals to the crowd, Arley looks unimpressed. As she continues to size her up, Arley takes advantage and hits her with an open palm strike to the solar plexus followed by a roundhouse kick which sends the challenger to the mat. Q quickly climbs to her feet and shakes off the attack before locking up with Arley. The masked Suicide Blonde tries to strike her in an effort to shake loose the hold, but Q is able to overpower and lift her over her head to send her to the mat with a gorilla press slam.
Taj: Arley showing some ferocity as well as speed early on, but Ya Girl Q is showing off that strength we've all become familiar with from her.
America: Can she just use that strength to pin her and we can get on with it? As soon as Q becomes the new World Champ we can go home.
Arley bounces back to her feet and hits Q with a strong side kick. Q stumbles a bit and Arley drives her to the mat with a tornado DDT. Arley with the cover.
One...Q tosses her off.
America: That's not going to be enough to finish off Ya Girl Q!
The challenger climbs to her feet and whips Arley into the ropes. She is able to duck under a clothesline attempt on the rebound, but Ya Girl Q hits her with a second one. As Arley writhes on the mat, Q pulls her to her feet. She sets her up for a piledriver, but Arley wiggles free and hits her with a chop to the chest followed by another and another.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO! WOOO!
Arley hits Q with a spinning crescent kick. Q is wobbling again and Arley grabs her by the hand before pulling off a step up enziguri.
Taj: Arley Kirk executes that step up enziguri beautifully.
Arley hits Q with a leg drop before covering again.
One...
Two
T...KICK OUT!!
Arley quickly pulls Q into a rear chinlock. The loyal Stanton Enterprises employee fights against it, but Arley has the hold locked in tight. Q is able to break the hold and both competitors get to their feet. Q tosses Arley into the corner with one arm and follows up with a splash. Arley pancakes on the mat and Q drops down, flipping her over and covering.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
Taj: Another impressive show of strength by Ya Girl Q, but it wasn't enough for her to earn a three count!
America: I think Q is probably the hardest challenger Arley has faced in her time as World Champ.
Q lifts her to her feet and gives her an elbow to the face, drawing some heat from the crowd before following up with a sidewalk slam. Q stands and smiles, flexing into the crowd, which elicits some boos.
Taj: Ya Girl Q teasing the crowd and some of them don't like what they are seeing.
America: I mean, what do they know? They cheer for this rookie chick prancing around in a mask drinking juice boxes!
Q smirks as Arley kips up and she turns right into the backside of her fist. Arley hits her with another strong strike with her left hand. The Champ's in full concentration now as she chops Q’s chest.
Crowd: WOOOO!
Arley backhands her one more time, before she grabs the challenger’s wrist, and falls backward into a facebreaker. Arley scrambles back to her feet, kicking Q once for good measure. She rushes over to the corner and begins to climb the turnbuckles.
Taj: What is Aley up to?
America: It appears she is climbing to the top rope, Taj.
Arley takes a moment to steady herself, but Q is able to get to her feet and scrambles to the corner. She grabs Arley and tosses her to the mat. Arley hits hard. Q looks over her shoulder as she climbs to the top rope. She leaps off, shaking the ring as she drops an elbow on the World Champion.
Taj: Ya Girl Q taking a big chance and it looks like it paid off.
Q covers.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!!
Taj: Ya Girl Q can't believe it, but Arley kicked out and showed that not only is she one of the most talented wrestlers in 1WM, but also one of the toughest.
America: I have to say that little rut can hang with the big boys!
Both wrestlers are slow to get up but Arley is quicker. She snaps off a quick superkick catching Q off guard. The challenger drops to the mat. Arley eyes the ropes again.
Taj: No way…
America: She's gonna try again isn't she?
Arley Kirk climbs to the top rope as the fans erupt in cheers. Arley leaps off and connects with Suicyclone (630 senton)!
America: HOLY SHIT!
Taj: That is definitely one expression that comes to mind!
Arley covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match AND STILL the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Arley Kirk!
Taj: Two of the best in this sport showing why they are just that!
America: Damn it! Arley’s reign as the World Heavyweight Champion continues! Can anyone beat this chick?!
Taj: As of this moment it doesn’t seem as if anyone can. We’ll have to see who steps up next but until then thank you for tuning in to Legendary Eight!
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