Post by Cedric Southern on Jan 1, 2021 23:36:33 GMT -8
The arena goes dark as a large red brick wall appears on the 1Tron. A spotlight appears on the red brick wall and only illuminates the very center. At first, the fans seem confused, yet they explode into a huge pop as the unmistakable silhouette of The Suicide Blonde appears within the searchlight. The fans give another pop as Arley raises a fist in the air and then walks back off the screen. The light on the stage in front of the red brick wall slowly starts to dim as AK’s voice can be heard, yet we still can’t see her.
Arley Kirk [voice-over]: Twelve months. Twelve long-ass months.
The fans pop mildly for these words, and there is a ‘WOAH’ in certain sections as the image of a crimson mask wearing Arley clutching her title appears on the screen for just a second and then reverts to an infinitely more charming image of AK with her angel wings. Arley seems pretty carefree in this shot, giggling and blowing bubbles in a public park.
Arley Kirk [voice-over]: Don’t let anyone tell ya that a year can’t make a difference in ya.
A ninety second montage of Arley’s 2020 1WM footage pops by on screen. It’s set to the tune of No Doubt’s cover of “It’s my life” and the viewer can see snippets of AK winning the gold back in ‘19 through all the trials and tribulations of the various occurrences throughout the year, but most importantly, it shows all of the hard hitting moments of the various defences. Most prominently, we catch the Legendary VI match which included Brien Storm and Arley’s opponent for tonight himself, Graham Baker. All of a sudden, the music grinds to a halt.
Arley Kirk [voice-over]: Take that statement any which way ya know how to take it, yall. Nothing and nobody coulda prepared us for the year that was..
Without warning, the red brick wall onscreen is sliced right down the middle by a guillotine blade which drops from above. In an eye opening visual, the wall begins to bleed from its wounds. Thick, red blood which soon begins to fill up the screen and the room itself.
Arley Kirk [voice-over]: Just because we, or I, can never anticipate what’s on that horizon that I can’t quite make out.
A quick home video shot of Arley wiping out on her surfboard pops up on the screen.
Arley Kirk [voice-over]: Just because I get blindsided by the day to day occurrences from time to time.
A quick shot of Graham betraying AK at All In comes up on the screen and the crowd in the arena starts to BOOOO and chant at Baker.
Arley Kirk [voice-over]: Just because sometimes it seems like we’re faced with some kinda insurmountable task..
The fans are confused as we quickly go back to a shot of the dying wall, yet they are louder than they have been throughout this entire bit as The Angel Faced Assassin appears in her locker room on screen. AK is pacing excitedly, the fabled 1WM World Heavyweight championship strapped around her waist. Sure, Arley may have had to make a special notch so that she can achieve such a feat, but the champ is here! She’s all suited up and ready for tonight’s ‘festivities’.
Arley Kirk: It don’t mean that we ain’t herefor it, yo!!
Arley smacks the front of the title plate as she gets a loud positive reaction from the fans in the venue.
Arley Kirk: I want y'all to stop what cha doin’ right now you guys!
There is an increasing hush as the fans fall silent, anticipating the champion’s next move.
Arley Kirk: I want ya’ll to repeat after me. FAKK ADVERSITY!!!
The fans pop for this real quick, and then.
Crowd: FAKK ADVERSITY!!!!
Arley Kirk: HUH?? What’d y'all say? You ain’t loud enough! Sing it!
Crowd: FAKK ADVERSITY!!!!
Arley winks at them and this achieves another pop.
Arley Kirk: Hell to the YEAH, fakk adversity! It’s this kinda stuff that has urged me ON through dang near twelve months of defences, you guys! It’s this fire, man. It’s the spirit! Fear? Bah. It’s all ‘bout being the most shit scared person in the gotdang room, and yet not showing an ounce of it! All this and a hardcore fitness regime has kept me here on the top of the pile here at One Wrestle Movement for a long ass time!!
The crowd excitement had steadily been building as Arley spoke.
Arley Kirk: Of course, everything I work my ass off for? Everything I have just been talkin’ about?
Arley grins broadly and paces just a little bit before returning her gaze to the camera. AK unstraps her title and slings it up over her shoulder.
Arley Kirk: It goes into practice with no more intensity than it ever has tonight! The Guillotine? Graham… gotdang ...Baker…
Arley’s somewhat pleased expression slowly faded to what could still be considered a grin, yet could also be considered malicious.
Arley Kirk: Tonight, you sonofabitch!
The fans express their shock, as AK isn’t normally so openly crude.
Arley Kirk: It’s ALL OVER tonight, Bakey boy! The buck stops here, and so does all the bullshit! You and me. Not a stipulation in sight. Just we two, that One Wrestle Movement ring.
Arley audibly cracks her fingers, grimacing as her gaze never leaves the camera.
Arley Kirk: And our bare freakin’ hands!!!
Arley laughs, and the fans express more confusion as Arley’s laugh sounds somewhat sinister. Arley returns her gaze to the camera one more time.
Arley Kirk: Believe you me, OneDub faithful. It’s all that The Guillotine and The Coyote ever truly needed!
Arley shoots the screen, and in turn, the viewer a sideways grin over her shoulder as her bit suddenly cuts out.
Explosions light up the Staples Center air as the year end super show is kicking off. The main lights cut on as blue and black balloons fall from the air onto the capacity crowd holding their many signs, banners, and posters that show their love or hate for the 1WM roster. Among the creativeness of the loyal patrons is a sign that reads “GIVE ME THE TAG TITLES SINCE THEY’RE NOT BEING USED RIGHT”.
The camera keeps going, stopping on the commentary desk that is now being occupied by Taj Monroe-Hennessy, all decked out in evening gowns as they begin to take their seats and fix on their headsets. Getting comfortable, Taj and America look out over the vast crowd raising the roof with ear piercing cheers. All throughout the Staples Center holiday decorations are placed up. Christmas trees, mistletoe, and garland are hung throughout the arena. Alongside the ring are tables stacked with different colored wrapped presents.
The camera centers on the host table.
Taj: GOOD EVENING AND WELCOME TO MASSIVE!! I am Taj Monroe-Hennessy with America Vaughn and we are LIVE on Stanton Entertainment Network! And what a NIGHT we have in store!
America: So without delay and even less talking from you, Taj, let’s jump right into the wrestling action.
Taj: We might as well. To start us off the Glory commentating team of Ruby Kirk and Marci D’Abruzzo will be on the stick.
America: Ruby Kirk? Who the hell is that….I thought her name was Krystal?!
Taj: Ruby is yet another Kirk cousin, America. She has been brought in to sub for Krystal while she is out on maternity leave.
America: And people think nepotism is dead.
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
"Of Wolf and Man" by Metallica plays as Dean Wolf makes his way to the ring.
Ruby Kirk: This Dean Wolf guy really does seem to have the instincts that fall in line with his name, D’Abruzzo!
”My Name Is Human” by Highly Suspect plays as Coda makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Seoul, South Korea...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds...standing at five feet six inches...she is CODDDDDAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Dean Wolf strides confidently forward into the center of the ring as opposed to Coda’s seemingly carefully placed actions. Coda watches his hands and footwork as they circle and she is able to quickly fend off the little jabs and kicks that Dean sends her way in an effort to throw her off. Eventually, the cat and mouse game is over and the two stride forward to lock up. Wolf is rather clever as he distracts the referee by “clumsily” stepping on his toes while he feigns going for the lock up with Coda. The crowd BOOOs as Wolf nails her with a dual eye poke instead, and they get a little louder as Dean capitalizes and proceeds to lay in with a brutal array of kicks and punches, quickly dropping Coda to the mat.
Marci D’Abruzzo: Heck you ain’t kiddin’ about that, Smart Kirk! Guy’s relentless!
The crowd disapproval grows as Wolf proceeds to stomp Coda until she rolls free and nearly upends him with a sweep kick, yet Dean leaps up at the last second. It doesn’t help him much, as Coda takes him overhead with a neat Japanese arm drag.
Ruby Kirk: The ball is in Coda’s court now! Dropkick!
Marci D’Abruzzo: But a swing and a miss with the knee drop!
Dean manages to roll out of the way and when he regains his composure, he doesn’t waste a second. He hauls Coda to her feet, doubling her over with a knee to the gut.
Ruby Kirk: Wolf be takin’ a run up, and Coda be EASY PREY! Wolf with the cocky cover!
One...
Two...
T..
Marci D’Abruzzo: I tell ya, that was a brutal connection. Yet it wasn’t enough to put Coda away! She’s a resilient little f..
Ruby Kirk: Feelin’ the violence he be inflictin’ here, Wolf drags Coda up to her feet. It seems like she’s on jelly legs right about now.
Marci D’Abruzzo: Dean Wolf is sending her off for that irish whip into the corner anyhow!
The crowd volume steadily picks up during this sequence. Dean grunts with exertion as he releases Coda and immediately charges in to take her head off with a lariat or nail her with a splash, except Coda does an impromptu handstand and uses the momentum to catapult back in and get the go behind on Wolf!
Ruby Kirk: German suplex by Coda catchin’ Wolf off guard! Coda’s holding onto that waist and haulin’ the man back up! Woah! Overhead release German su...
The crowd is super hot as Dean Wolf manages to land on his feet behind Coda, hook her up in a pumphandle and just about destroy her with a neckbreaker, immediately going for the cover!
One...
Two...
THR...The crowd BOOOOs as Dean grabs a handful of Coda’s hair and drags her near-unconscious shoulders up off the mat.
Marci D’Abruzzo: It don’t happen super often in a competitive environment such as One Wrestle Movement, Kirk. However, I think that Dean Wolf, sick bastard that he is, may be enjoying this match way too much to let it end so soon!
Dean Wolf grins callously as he turns around and proceeds to nail Coda in the face with repeated forearms until she slumps, and Dean once again goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...
The crowd BOOOOs louder this time, and Dean has a smirk on his face that the average person couldn’t help trying to punch off.
Marci D’Abruzzo: He’s really enjoying this match! He did it again!
This time, Wolf hauls Coda up to her feet. One again, Dean sends Coda off for the irish whip. The fans BOOO as they feel like they know what’s coming.
Marci D’Abruzzo: Coda bounces off the ropes, here it is. Dean’s spinning! THE KIL...
The crowd is on their feet as Coda executes a perfectly timed Matrix evasion out of nowhere, and Dean stumbles forward as he whiffs. The crowd perk up some more as Coda kips back up to her feet.
Ruby Kirk: RHAPSODY!! Coda’s reeled Dean Wolf into that amazing submission and she’s got it cinched in!
The crowd is louder than they have been all night as they witness the kip up and the quick, clean transition of holds, finally with Dean ending up in the triangle choke!
Marci D’Abruzzo: I don’t think this crazy bastard is gonna give up! He’s tryin’ to hang in there!
The crowd watch as Dean turns a shade of red as his efforts reach their apex, and then he finally slumps. The referee rushes over to check on Wolf, raising an arm.
One...
The arm slumps right away, and Coda is relentless with the Rhapsody.
Two...
Once more, the arm slumps.
THREE!
The arm slumps instantly, and the referee calls for the bell. As Coda’s music hits, she also instantly releases her hold.
Torres: The winner of the opening bout of 1WM Massive, via submission, COOOOOODAAAA!!!
The crowd gives a somewhat uneasy looking Coda an ovation as Mari raises her arm up in victory, and Coda grins as she snatches her arm away and proceeds to celebrate on her own damn merit.
Marci D’Abruzzo: What an opening bout, you guys!
Ruby Kirk: Indeed it was. Set a hell of a bar for the rest of the night. Your winner by submission in her 1WM debut, Coda!
Marci D’Abruzzo: Without a doubt, that mousy little bitch we call a Glory ring announcer will be stoked about this. Ugh. Can’t stand it. Let’s go to a segment.
Seated in front of a vanity mirror is Cambrie Marie. The ringleader of the team known as Booty Call who made their debuts at Living Legendary. Her curly hair is styled in its usual large form, while she drags a wand belonging to a lip gloss over her lips. Her gaped lips close as she recaps the lip gloss, letting her top and bottom lips meet in order to spread the shimmer. They part with a pop, and she speaks to the camera without letting her attention depart from the mirror.
Cambrie Marie: Last time you saw us... things didn't go how I'd planned.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to avoid a scowl. Blowing that deep breath out through her nose sharply.
Cambrie Marie: It was supposed to be an easy night. It was the freaking Smoaks, for God's sake! But, here I am, lamenting on the fact that those two hideous inbred incels, The Headhunters, who came out to get their filthy hands on us, and between their horrific, unwashed stench gagging me and the car crash victim appeal of their hideous looks distracting my girls... things slipped through the cracks.
Now came the scowl. Cambrie turning on the stool in front of the mirror, noticeable tension in her demeanor.
Cambrie Marie: I don't like when things slip through the cracks. I don't like when things don't go to plan.
She grasped her hands together tightly, into two stiffly balled fists.
Cambrie Marie: "I'll give it to them, though. Yeah... it was embarrassing. To come in with the hype, the bravado, to have Pepper Vain finally get to see us perform... and to fall short. But, the thing about that type of embarrassment is that it fades. Opportunities are boundless when you're Booty Call. What's the true humilitation you can't shake? Well, that's just not being very clever. I've seen your faces, tragically. There's not a lot going on in those vacant skulls you call heads. You showed your hand. You played your trick. You blew your loads very early...
Her fingers lingered over those full lips.
Cambrie Marie: THAT'S what's truly embarrassing. You boys didn't strike when the iron was hot and now... not only are you out of tricks, but you've got two very pissed off athletes ready to send your po'dunk asses back to the boonies in PIECES, rather than in peace! And for what? Because, the way I see it... yeah. You may have kept us out of the four way for the number one contendership for the Tag Team Championships... but, I don't see you in that match, either. You may have punched the tickets for Nicole and Taren, you have have inflated their egos by handing them a win over us... but now, you get to watch them fail when it counts. What happens when you're not there to give them this one too? What happens when you're scraping the bottom of the barrel, and they finally see what you've done to them?
The corners of her lips turn up into a smile.
Cambrie Marie: The hunters become the hunted because you're too busy playing checkers while we're playing chess. Not that I'd expect you to understand how either are played, you simple-minded fucks. But... tonight's not about you. It's NEVER about you, though, is it? That's why you're desperate to snuff out our shine. Tonight's about Booty Call. Tonight is about us being just a few hours from home. Tonight's about OUR redemption, in front of a crowd that appreciates us more than any other crowd on this planet ever will! And it's about us taking on the porno parody of The Godfather.
She shrugs. Mouthing "sorry, not sorry."
Cambrie Marie: Yoon is getting to team with her girlfriend, Melissa Maye. She'll be eager to impress. And Saraia has been nothing if not obsessed with trimming the fat in her life and focusing full-speed ahead on the total destruction of ANYONE who stands between Booty Call, and the Agents of Chaos. We may not be next in line thanks to a family tree with more cross-contamination than a food truck, but that doesn't stop us from being the most talked about, most touted, most engaging team that this company has to offer! You won't FIND any team on this show, or in this company, with more chemistry than us. And that's NOT just under the threat of 'an offa' you can't refuse.' BET on that.
Crossing one short leg over the other, Cambrie is especially mindful of the short hem of her dress. Assuring the camera doesn't pick up more than it needs to.
Cambrie Marie: Look, Viola. As a woman leading a pack of hungry wrestlers to the same destination... I respect you. Truly. We are kindred spirits. You were one of the first people to reach out to this team and congratulate us on our signing to One Wrestle Movement. But, you know as well as I do that after what those revolting bums did? We have some ground to make up. It's nothing personal, boo. You know this is a cutthroat industry. It's just business... capiche?
With a wink and a snooty giggle, the petite girl turned her attention back to her reflection. It's here that we fade away from her.
Torres: The following is a FIVE WAY MATCH with a TEN MINUTE time limit scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION!
”RestInPeace” by Bones plays as Kasey Kash makes his way down to the ring.
”Ice Cream” by MIKA plays as Cold Addams makes his way down to the ring.
”You're gonna go far kid” by Jonathan Young featuring Lauren plays as Aurora Riley makes her way down to the ring.
”Mars, Bringer of War” by Gustav Holst plays as Faye Lange makes her way down to the ring.
”Feel Good Inc.” by Gorrilaz plays as Nas makes his way to the ring.
DING DING DING!!!
Ruby Kirk: These multi-person contests always start in an absolute shambles, D’Abruzzo. And this one is no exception!
Nas gets his hands on Cold Addams right away and proceeds to lay into him with forearms and knee shots, yet Cold quickly recovers and starts to respond in kind. Meanwhile, Faye Lange and Aurora Riley are engaged in what some might call a ‘catfight’, and Kasey Kash is getting a mild laugh over in the corner as he lounges and watches the action unfold.
Marci D’Abruzzo: You know, for the first time in my time working here, I kind of respect the mindset of Kasey Kash right now.
Kasey’s ‘siesta’ is short lived, however. Cold Addams delivers a sharp inverted atomic drop to Nas who is quickly cleaned up by an enziguri from Riley. Cold Addams runs into the corner and grips the top rope, forcing Kash into an upright position before Cold proceeds to shake the rope up and down.
Ruby Kirk: Ohhh ‘Little Kasey’ be takin’ some damage here, ladies and gentlemen!
Kash is finally able to escape the predicament as Nas runs over to join in the fun and both Nas and Cold find themselves on the receiving end of a flying double clothesline from Kash!
Ruby Kirk: Eh, good a way to get outta a castration as any!
Ruby chuckles to herself as she watches the end of an impressive spot of chain wrestling from Faye Lange and Aurora Riley reach its apex with a different kind of double clothesline, knocking both women to the mat out cold for the time being.
Marci D’Abruzzo: Kasey Kash is going to the top rope again, but which way is he gonna go?
Kasey spots Addams and Nas getting to their feet and propels himself at them!
Ruby Kirk: HUGE KASH OUT ONTO NAS AND ADDAMS!!
Bodies tumble around the ring and to the outside as Kash lands awkwardly and tumbles at the foot of Lange, nearly tripping her up as she hauls Riley to her feet.
Marci D’Abruzzo: It coulda been ugly, but by gawd is it effective! MAELSTROM by Lange! This could be it!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Kasey Kash and Cold Addams are *just* shy of being able to break up the three count.
Torres: Here is your winner, via pinfall, FAAAAYE LAAAAANGE!!!
Marci D’Abruzzo: Look fair’s fair. Faye Lange is pretty damn happy about this unexpected win and so she should be!
Ruby Kirk: I’ll say! She’s in there with some of the finest young competition that 1WM can conjure up, and she came out on top at Massive! Let the gal bask while we go backstage, eh?
A cinematic shot shows Andrew Garrison walking into a room and sitting down. He confidently looks into the camera as he extends his right arm and in walks Melina in a tightfitting dress showing her incredible body off. She sits next to him as his arm wraps around her waist. She smiles at the camera.
Melina: We told you all that Andrew would win, that he was one to watch. He showed that in his debut match. This time he is facing three other people, three people who will be finding out that they are nowhere near as talented as he is. They will have no chance of winning.
Andrew holds his head in his free hand and taps a finger on his cheek.
Andrew Garrison: You know what? Lets not just talk about how great I am. Here in One Wrestle there are a lot of great talents right?
He looks up to Melina.
Melina Wilson: There are. Sadly I don’t see them matching up to your greatness. I see some who just whine, some who talk a big game, but don’t back it. I see some who aren’t even worthy of their titles.
Andrew Garrison: But...even though you are right….we can't just kill their spirits right? We don't want to run them all off knowing they will never be as good as me, never have my star power. I mean I don't want to be that guy that says I told you so!
Melina looks down at him. She sighs softly but nods her head.
Melina Wilson: You are right, my love. We can’t let them know ahead of time. They will just have to find it out in the ring.
Andrew lights his cigar and takes a nice puff from it. He then sits up in the chair and lies his forearm on one of Melina's legs.
Andrew Garrison: I mean...come on you have to show a little respect. So let's start with my opponents? Tommy? You know him right? He's a huge star right? An up and comer? He will give me a challenge right? What about Poison Dokueki?Japanese? Maybe? I don't know but she has a foreign name which makes Dokeuki ggrreeaat! Ciara McNamara...now there is a name. I assume she has accomplished something besides being her brother's sibling. One of those related to a big name types that will say "I want to pave my own road".
He looks at Melina and chuckles. Melina looks down at him.
Melina Wilson: It could happen. I think she would be the one you need to watch out for out of the three. You at least will have me outside of the ring to make sure Tommy’s master doesn’t interfere.
Andrew Garrison: A master….such insecurity. You see guys like me don't need a master. All he needs is his God given ability that I am blessed with. All I need is the sexiest woman alive on the outside supporting me. And for those wondering how a guy like me gets a girl like this?
Melina Wilson: It’s simple, you are someone who is great, who wants the same things as you do. Someone who is as great, and talented as you are. Someone who doesn’t need to treat you like they are below them, but equal like we are.
Andrew smiles as he strokes her leg.
Andrew Garrison: You know what? I guess this promo did turn out us talking about our greatness didn't it. Hey can we help it? Use us to get yourselves over One Wrestling Movement. We won't mind giving you the rub.
Andrew hands Melina a glass of wine and takes his. They toast as the scene fades.
We then go to footage that took place on Christmas Day, we see what looks to be a fireplace in a living room type setting. Onto shot walks a familiar looking man with a leather jacket with a Slayer Shirt on underneath. A Santa Hat adorns his head as he looks to the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas boys and girls! Hope you're all having yourself a Merry Christmas! I'm sure all you kids are happy on this blessed day...playing with all your toys and games and all kinds of awesome gifts that jolly ol St.Nick left you under the tree....but there are some who were on Santa's naughty list who got passed over...I'm sure they all got a big lump of coal in their stockings. But don't fret! It's the Holidays and I'm here to deliver!
With that he pulls out a long list.
Griffin Hawkins: Hmm....I was gonna get a gift for Joshua Samson...but where am I gonna get a spine for him? Ah well..
He looks at the list.
Griffin Hawkins: Ah....the first man on the Naughty List, Pretty Ricky Stanton! But why is he naughty? Let's review. As you saw some weeks ago...he laid me out, from behind I might add with a Diamond Cutter. See, where I'm from..if you got a beef with somebody...you face them upfront. But Ricky...I guess doesn't believe in playing that way. It seems all he's more concerned with is looking pretty. But I ask you cats and kitties, how can you claim to be the prettiest in 1WM, when you absolutely suck?
He just shakes his head.
Griffin Hawkins: That seems to be your whole problem Ricky...you're really not all that concerned with wrestling. All you seem to care about is looking good for the cameras, looking "pretty". You expect people to take you seriously when you'd much rather pose and preen for flash photography. You don't even take this match seriously, thinking you're gonna win this match just because you look good....well I got news for ya Jack, you're living in a dream world. I think you've been hitting too much of the Holiday Nog..because you're not gonna be able to hit from behind like before.
He puts his big red bag on the table.
Griffin Hawkins: See, you thought if you just ignored me after that attack that'd it'd be over. That I would just dry up and go away....not happening my friend. When I came at you at the last Legendary and tossed your ass over those ropes, I felt good. I got a taste of you, and now I want more. What you experienced is just a small sample of what's coming to you on Massive. But to show that I'm a nice guy on this time of year, here's your gift!
He reaches in and pulls out a jar of all red M&Ms.
Griffin Hawkins: Your favorite candy! I made sure it was all nuts because let's face it...you don't got any.
He leaves it in Ricky's stockings before going back to his list, looking things over. He then pulls out something..what looks to be a purse.
Griffin Hawkins: This one is for Stasi Herveaux...a nice purse! After all, she does need something to carry Anton Gates' balls in.
He leaves it near Stasi's marked stockings before going back to the list.
Griffin Hawkins: Ah how can I forget? Solomon Monster...man, now that is a guy who would be hard to shop for around Christmas. Seriously bro....why are you so damn angry all the time? Why are you so miserable? This is Christmas! This is a time for being happy, being with family, opening presents..yet you walk around the locker room with the same sour looking face like someone took a dump in your stockings. But if you're expecting to be happy at this time of the season....your Holidays are gonna get a LOT worse.
He leans against the big chair near the fireplace.
Griffin Hawkins: Solomon...you seem to think just because you're this big bad bruiser...just because you're this established vet..that it's a given that you're gonna win this match. Here's the thing. I've been in this sport for 15 years...I dunno how long you've been in it, but it sounds like you've had quite a long ride yourself. But here's the difference between you and me..I consider EVERYONE in this match a threat, while all you're doing is pretending that I'm not a factor in this 3 Way Dance. For the love of Christ..you've been around the block longer than anyone has..and you should know by now you should take EVERYONE in these kind of matches seriously. But you won't do it..that big ego of yours won't allow it. You puff your chest out on social media and act like you're this big tough guy that's gonna drop people left and right, but all you're doing is lying to yourself. You're not bigger than 1WM, and you sure as hell aren't bigger than me. So you can act like I don't exist in this match..act like you're gonna just blow through me on your way to taking down Stanton, keep that narrative. Because I work best when people underestimate me. Don't be surprised if its me who hooks your leg for the 1...2...3..when its all said and done.
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a box.
Griffin Hawkins: You don't like the way the sport is...thinking all the "Young Pups" that you call are too immature...they don't take anything seriously, well guess what? This sport has done great before you came along, it's done great after you decided to retire, and it's gonna do even better once you decide to hang your boots up again. My point is, this is the greatest sport in the world today and it's still doing the best. You got nobody to blame but yourself for being out of touch with the sport. You don't like it? Then just go back home while us athletes put our body on the line against the best in the world. You still don't think I'm among them? Ask anyone in that locker room about me and they'll tell you that I am the real deal. The worst thing you can do is assume that I'm just some "rookie" just because I haven't done this..supposedly..as long as you have. But thing is...I'm stronger than you, I'm faster than you, I'm smarter than you, I'm a better athlete than you..your experience means nothing to me. But here is your gift...
He opens the box....nothing in it.
Griffin Hawkins: The symbolism is there....you're gonna walk out with absolutely nothing. Now if you'll excuse me...I got some other gifts to deliver.
He grabs his bag and walks off as we go to the ring.
Torres: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit with ONE FALL or SUBMISSION!
"Fast Life" by Kool G Rap & Nas plays as the Mancini Syndicate, Voila Mancini, Camila Morricone, and Isabella Terrano make their way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the first from Atlantic City, New Jersey….weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and thirteen pounds...they are Voila Mancini, Camila Morricone, and Isabella Terrano....MANCINIIIIIII SYNDICATTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The ladies of Mancini Syndicate are known for being strong, ruthless competitors in the ring. I have a feeling that this is surely not going to be any different.
America: And with their opponents a bit salty over their debut loss against the Smoaks and looking to pick up a win here tonight, this is surely going to be interesting.
Taj: Let’s just hope that the Mancini ladies can keep their eye on the prize. A win here at Massive could spell amazing opportunities for either team down the road.
"Good Girls" by Elle King plays as Melissa Maye and Booty Call, Saraia Diaz and Yoon Song, make their way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next from Buena Vista, California….weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty-three pounds...they are Melissa Maye, Saraia Diaz, and Yoon Song….BOOTYYYYYY CALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: You know, we hardly hear anything from the actual wrestlers of this team. It’s mainly from their manager.
America: And she’s a child. What does she REALLY know about this business? She could stand to learn a thing or two.
Taj: Well they were shocked last time when Headhunters intervened, distracting them and allowing The Smoaks to roll them up.
DING DING DING!!!
The match begins with Isabella Terrano squaring off against Melissa Maye. It doesn’t take long for Maye to show her superior technical chops, catching a fast slap from Terrano and bringing her down to the canvas with a wrist and keylock. On the canvas she manages to keep control but a lift of her hips and a twist allows Terrano to flip, releasing the leverage and opening Maye up for a penalty kick but NO Maye manages to avoid the shot and catch Terrano with a headbutt!
The referee is distracted by a shoving match between Camille Morricone and Cambrie Marie has her fellow Booty Call members jumping off the apron to confront the other two members of Syndicate. As this happens, Melissa is gathering Isabelle off the canvas only to get an illegal and brutal kick between the legs, followed by an iconoclasm and fast pin.
One…
Two...kick out!
Taj: Ah see… these ladies need to stay focused and not worried about Booty Call’s manager.
America: Also Cambrie keeps doing stuff like that and she’ll wind up flat on her ass. It might not be from a Mancini lady… but it will happen.
Taj: This match has just begun and it’s already starting to get interesting.
As Isabelle gathers Maye up, she’s suddenly stopped by a sitout jawbreaker that sends her stumbling. Maye then gets a running start and clotheslines her up and over the ropes. Terrano lands on her feet and stumbles right into the mass of bodies that is both teams brawling outside! The Syndicate members seem to have the advantage over Booty Call until Melissa Maye shows a bit of uncharacteristic aerial skill with a running leap over the ropes, colliding with the three all at once, sending them to the floor! She hops up, giving her Booty call members high fives, then gathers Terrano and slings her back into the ring.
America: Why am I not surprised that these teams are brawling? If you could see me right now I’m rolling my eyes.
Taj: Had Melissa Maye not come along with that dive, Booty Call would’ve had their booties handed to them.
Booty Call gets back on the apron and Maye tags in Saraia Diaz who tears across the ring, really taking it to Isabelle as she drives her back into the ropes with fast strikes and chops. She fails to notice one of her teammates slapping her on the back after an Irish whip and as she sets to take down a returning Isabelle, she’s hit with a pendulum backbreaker and DDT combo by Viola Mancini! The Godmother takes full advantage, blitzing across the ring to knock both Maye and Yoon Song off the apron shortly after!
Taj: That was a WICKED combination there from Viola Mancini. If they can keep up this level of ferocity, Booty Call could be getting their second straight loss.
America: While that was amazing, you have to realize that she did that on just one of the three members on the other team. Knocking the other two off the apron isn’t going to be enough.
As Isabelle rolls out of the ring to recover, Viola follows her devastating opener with a backflip double knee drop, hooking a leg for a stylish pin
One…
Two...Saraia manages to roll a shoulder up!
This leads to Viola initiating a brutal Garvin Stomp assault, hitting limbs and body with repeated stomps until the referee issues a warning. In defiance, Viola manages a seemingly finish worthy kick to Saraia’s face, rolling her flat on her back. Viola ignores the referee as she smugly tags in Camilla Morricone, who picks up right where the Godmother stopped, stomping on Saraia’s chest. She gathers her up by a handful of hair and hurls Saraia into the nearest corner. She then blasts her foe with a roaring elbow, dropping her to a seat, following up with a running face wash. Camilla mocks a booing crowd with a little bow.
Taj: How Saraia managed to get the shoulder up leaves me a bit bewildered. But Camilia taking over from Viola can only spell disaster.
America: At this point, Saraia is going to need a bit of a miracle for her team. The Mancinis are surely living up to their ruthless name and nature.
Gathering Saraia up by the arm, she pulls her right into the bicycle knee! Camilla shouts a few obscenities towards Maye and Yoon who start to enter but are stopped by the referee. With his back turned, Camilla starts brutally choking Saraia on the canvas with one hand, lifting her up slightly to slam her head into the canvas repeatedly as she does so! When Maye and Yoon back off, the ref turns in time to see Camilla gathering Saraia up and pulling her to the corner in a single arm sleeper hold, tagging in Isabelle, who promptly kicks their victim in the ribs. Camilla lets Saraia drop to her knees with croaked coughs as Isabelle takes her turn, battering the woman with forearms to the face, followed by a snapmare/blockbuster!
It seems as if the Syndicate is on the path to victory, isolating Saraia. A sudden forearm shot from Saraia turns it all around, opening Isabelle up for a Codebreaker! Isabelle stumbles back and away as Saraia crawls to her corner and slaps Yoon Song’s hand! Isabelle tags in Camilla who rushes in and enters into a heated back and forth brawl with Yoon! Fists are flying, the fans are pumped and on their feet! A suddenly backhand strike from Yoon sends Camilla staggering to the side. Camilla fires back with a haymaker Yoon ducks, grabs, and drills her with a german suplex! On impact, Yoon hops up and tags Melissa Maye who catches the rising Camilla with a solid Crescendo! Viola and Isabelle slip through the ropes and are immediately pounced on by Booty call, Cactus-style clotheslines sending all four women out of the ring, leading to a full on brawl outside as Melissa locks Camilla in deep dead center in the middle of the ring with The Maye Day!!!
Taj: OH MY GOD! Melissa Maye hit her finisher on Camilia in the center of the ring. Oh things are looking really, really bad for The Mancini Syndicate right about now.
America: Now they’re going to be the ones needing the miracle if they want to win this match.
Taj: Even then I don’t know if it’s going to be enough.
Camilla screams in agony, fighting against Maye the entire time, clawing and beating the canvas! The Godmother manages to separate herself from the action to try and make the save but just as she connects with a running kick to Maye’s head, Camilla taps out and the crowd erupts!
Taj: That’s it, ladies and gentlemen! Melissa Maye has gotten Camilla to tap out, thus giving Booty Call their first win here in One Wrestle Movement.
America: Both teams were very impressive so none should be ashamed of their performances here tonight. Congrats to all for one heck of a match.
Torres: The winners of this match via submission….Melissa Maye, Saraia Diaz, and Yoon Song...Booty Call!!!
Ciara MacNamara was new to the public eye of combat sports but she was no stranger to mixing it up. Be it inside a ring or surrounded by blood thirsty, screaming onlookers that were waving wads of cash in their hands, the daughter of Piper MacNamara had tussled with many a man and woman prior to even deciding to set foot inside a professional wrestling ring. All for different reasons. Some, she met with a pot on the line. Some, she met because duty called. Others, she did so because someone just had a big mouth. She was a fighter, through and through. A warrior forged from the moment she could walk. A killer. It was funny how some thought her family and brethren perpetuated the stereotype of the Irish being drunkards who loved to fight. Truly, though, she and hers brought it to a whole other level. The training and drills were more than learning how to put up your fists and wail on someone. Sure, Ciara could do that. Any of them could, but to fight one likely meant a person was in for more than just an exchange of fists to the head and body. You might end up walking or even being carried away with a useless limb after having a bone broken or the tendons snapped. Still, even something so simple as throwing hands with the fiery headed little woman from Dublin was a test of one’s true ability to take a hit.
Iron Hand training. It made the palms and knuckles like stone and being on the receiving end of a proper strike made for a bad day. Quite literally, it made the hands lethal weapons. It was an effective technique to learn but took years to learn, let alone master. It required consistency, as well. Ciara called it “weapon maintenance.”
It was why, when the cameras of One Wrestling Movement found her in an undisclosed, wooded clearing, she was at a table, driving one palm repeatedly into what looked like a flattened pillow but the sound of impact suggested it was filled with something other than feathers, foam or cotton stuffing. Each strike to the white fabric answered back with a soft crunch. With them, came sharp exhales through her teeth. Sweat poured down her face, her neck and her arms. Slim yet toned arms covered in freckles and tattoos that told the story of her trials and tribulations. Even in a black cut-off t-shirt, it was clear that it and the black bandana around her head to help keep her ginger colored bun in place, were soaked through with perspiration.
In contrast, Mari Moon and the 1WM camera crew members flanking her had not exactly been quiet upon their approach to Ciara's little spot where she does a large chunk of her training. Along the way, they had been discussing things out loud and a lot of fallen branches snapped under their feet. Yet, Ciara MacNamara was, indeed, so focused into what she was doing that Mari's sudden voice may have startled her a little.
Mari Moon: Ms. MacNamara? Oh! I'm so sorry..please don't attack me, I thought...
Ciara suddenly spun around on her heels ready to fight with the same aggression and instinct that she would go on to show in her upcoming matches.
Mari Moon: It's me! It's Mari, from One Wrestle Movement? We're here with...
Ciara MacNamara: Aye, I know who ya are.
The Irish woman snorted softly, grabbing a towel off the table and dabbing her face with it before slapping it back down and leaned back against the table. Her eyes, cold and seemingly angry swept over the interviewer as if sizing her up. Examining her mettle.
Ciara MacNamara: What?
Mari looked at Ciara a little strangely.
Mari Moon: Ciara, I was under the impression that you would really like to make a massive 1WM impact right here in your little corner of the world. We arranged this, do you remember?
As Mari spoke, Ciara picked up a small metal case from the table. She opened it and retrieved a cigarette, lighting it with a match before picking up a wrist watch to check the time. Her eyebrows rose and for a moment, she looked a tiny bit apologetic to the interviewer. She was right; they had arranged this. Ciara tossed the watch down on the table and took a drag off her cancer stick, letting the smoke slowly plume from her lips as she spoke.
Ciara MacNamara: Aye, I remember now. Yer early but may as well. For the record, though….
She paused, blowing the rest of the smoke out and lifted an index finger.
Ciara MacNamara: The real impact I make, ye’ll see in the ring. For now though, I presume ye have inquiries in that pretty little head o’yers.
As the cameras rolled, they did catch the obvious relief on Mari's face. The relief that Ciara was both down for this little piece, and not about to smack her one. Not yet, anyhow.
Mari Moon: Of course! One Wrestle Movement is definitely the place to be if you feel that you are among the most gifted in the world in the squared circle. You know that there's no easy button here!
Mari beamed proudly for a second. She knew in her heart that what she was saying was true!
Mari Moon: So it is a pleasure to hear that you are so eager to get on in there and mix it up with this young crowd you're about to mingle with, Ms. MacNamara! I do have to ask this really basic bitch question, though...
Mari, somehow, felt at ease here at Ciara's training ground, far away from the hustle and bustle. She was letting slip words and terms that she normally never would.
Mari Moon: Can you tell us all some about your life growing up, Ciara? Tell us about your training pre-pro wrestling? Maybe indulge us a little on your path to getting signed here at 1WM?
The entire time Mari spoke, Ciara just enjoyed her cigarette with a wry little smirk playing across her lips. It almost seemed as if Mari’s words amused her to the point that her slender yet defined shoulders shook lightly with laughter.
Ciara MacNamara: “The most gifted in the world”, ye say. Aye, Ms. Moon. Ye’d be correct. I do think I’m among the best in the world. In fact, I fuckin’ know I am. My whole bloody family’s some of the best pound for pound fighters that anyone has ever seen and, to be quite honest, we’re fuckin’ hated for it.
There’s a pause. Ciara takes a drag from her cigarette and releases it with a small pop of her lips.
Ciara MacNamara: People hear the names MacNamara and Foley. They hear the name Na Fianna, in general, and that’s all the introduction most people need.
Ciara flicked her cigarette to drop some ash and sighed, bringing it back to her lips.
Ciara MacNamara: Pre-wrestling life’s a little personal for the world, love. What I will say is that I’m stepping into One Wrestle Movement with a literal lifetime of training and experience at my disposal. Let’s be honest, Moon, the majority of men and women who set foot into a wrestling ring can count fights they’ve had on their fingers. They’re narrowed down to schoolyard scraps, bar brawls and what have you. How many of you cunts on this roster can say you’ve literally fought for your very survival?
After the last line, Ciara cranes her head towards the camera and cups her ear, as if waiting for an answer. Of course, there’s only Mari Moon and the camera crew. She takes a drag off her cigarette again and turns her attention to Mari again.
Ciara MacNamara: Any inside input there, lass?
Mari is not so comfortable with coarse language, and it shows as she swallows hard upon hearing the C word. However, she does her best to press on regardless.
Mari Moon: Understood. There are not many who have not heard of the name Na Fianna. As for the roster, I cannot speak for their fighting prowess. However, this is One Wrestle Movement, and...
Mari quickly realizes the mistake she was making, and she backpedals on the double!
Mari Moon: However, I do understand that there are at least a handful who could say that they have literally fought to survive. I'm sure you're excited to tangle with them, and I'm sure that they would feel the same upon seeing what you're capable of. Now, you've come this far, Ciara...
Mari grins.
Mari Moon: You may as well spill the tea. Who do you wanna go to to toe with the most? Throw some names. Just know, 'everyone' is not an answer I will settle for...
Ciara finishes her cigarette and drops the butt in a small tin can on the table she’s got out there. She leans back against the table again, resting her hands on the table at her sides. Ciara scoffs.
Ciara MacNamara: “Everyone”? Hah, oh no, love. Not everyone. There’s a load of cunts and bastards I wouldn’t waste my fucking time with here. I know as a “rookie”...
She makes quotation marks at the camera.
Ciara MacNamara: ...I’ll have to start from the bottom and work my way up, so I’ll have to go toe to toe with everyone, anyhow. Far as to who I’m looking forward to?
Ciara turns her face to the sky, casually folding her arms over her chest, idly scratching her tricep with her nails as she gives the question some thought.
Ciara MacNamara: I’d say, for starters, I’m partial to the idea of a round with the one calls herself the Dragon. I know a fighter over a soft fuck when I see one and I like to give credit where it’s due. As luck would have it, it’d seem wishes do come true but more on that in a minute, aye? Let’s see then….
She sticks one hand out with the thumb extended, also wiggling her index finger as she thinks before keeping it out.
Ciara MacNamara: Jenn Drew. I left a remark not long ago about illiterate cunts with their daddy’s money trying to be tough girls. Ye’ve got those in 1WM then ye’ve got Drew. Aye, she’s got a loaded bank account but I’ve seen the bitch prove time and time again that she can step to the best of them.
The middle finger starts to flex in and out as Ciara watches the grass beneath her feet now. Finally, she holds that finger steady.
Ciara MacNamara: Well...where would my ambitions be as a competitor if I had the Poison Dragon on my list but left out the likes of Arley Kirk? A person can count the names that stare a crazy bitch like Dokueki in the face, take the worst of it and come back for more. Correct me if I’m wrong, but Kirk is the only one of those people on the One roster. On top of that, she is the One Wrestle Movement World Champion. Does that not mean she’s the best that you have? That’s who I want in the ring. The best. However, sometimes ye wade through the shit before ye find that gem you’re looking for. Make no mistake, it’s the names I want. The titles that might be connected to them at the time come secondary. Last but not least?
She cracks a wry grin again and lifts her hand with four fingers extended.
Ciara MacNamara: I’m a bitch with a violence fetish and to be quite honest, I haven’t seen many who can match my level of satisfaction, except... for Arley Kirk’s brother. Lachlan Donohue, yer well familiar with my family, fella. Ye know what we’re capable of. Ye’ve danced with a couple of Na Fianna, but not with this bitch.
She points to herself with her thumb.
Ciara MacNamara: We will, though. Bet yer twisted little arse. So there’s that, Ms. Moon. Call it my personal Mount Rushmore of 1WM.
Mari had nodded and taken down notes furiously as Ciara was speaking, and she finally looks back up and cocks an eyebrow when she makes the Mount Rushmore remark.
Mari Moon: Good choices all around. I guess it was a silly question, in a way. You're right about having to start at the bottom and everything you said there.
Mari brushed away a strand of hair with the tip of her stylus pen and having finished with it, she temporarily placed it behind her ear.
Mari Moon: Ciara, it's been really great coming out here and getting your perspective on your next match. You have been very blunt and thorough, I have to say. I honestly don't have any further questions for you! However, if you have anything more that you would like to say, now is your time!
Kind of putting Ciara MacNamara on the spot, yet knowing that MacNamaras LOVE this, Mari has dropped Ciara in the hot seat and thrown the switch! Ciara sighs and bounces her brows.
Ciara MacNamara: Not sure what more can be said. Seems like I’ve started making waves before even stepping into a ring. Since I signed my name on the line of my contract, there’s been a tension in the air, so thick ye can slice it with a knife. Before the ink even dried, I had my bloody phone--
She picks her iPhone up and briefly shows it to the camera with a scowl on her face.
Ciara MacNamara: --blowing up with some Scottish cunt accusing me of trying to step on her toes. I don’t even remember her fucking name. Claims my family has it out for her when, come to find out, she’s naught more than another attention starved headcase. Nobody that I share blood with gives a fuck about you. When I decided to feed my curiosity even a little, I learned that you - O’Hatherine - are a walking mess of mistakes and regrets that ye’ll never atone for and when confronted about said mistakes, ye flat out lie to the accuser’s face about them. Eh, but I’m wasting my breath even bringing it all up. In the end, I’m here and you’re not. The best that can be expected of you is to send that hulking mass of shite ye treat like a bodyguard after me to, by yer hopes, pound me into oblivion. After all, I extended the invitation to ye to fight me one on one like a warrior and ye accused me of foulplay.
Ciara reaches back and slaps the table top, followed by a short, belting laugh out loud that even makes Mari jump a little bit.
Ciara MacNamara: Yer a fuckin’ riot. If that’s the route ye wanna go, get a wooden box ready and I’ll bury yer bitch again. This time, she won’t be able to dig herself out. So then!
She slaps her hands together with one loud clap, clasping them together and nods to Mari.
Ciara MacNamara: Let’s talk about a name that actually warrants my attention, shall we? Dokueki. Yes, you’re on my list of sought out opponents. I’ve seen ye work. All I’m gonna say on our match, and this goes to Tommy and Andrew Garrison, as well...
She snorts, wipes her hand under her nose and ever so slightly shakes her head.
Ciara MacNamara: Just don’t disappoint me. Frankly, I was already disappointed in my debut against Faye Lange. As well known as my family name is, she wasn’t prepared for what I brought to the table. Could say her eyes were bigger than her belly. As for me? I was fucking hungry. So, I ate.
Her arms go out to her side and for a brief moment, her hardened expression softens.
Ciara MacNamara: I don’t go out of my way to be a fuckin’ arse to people, ye ken? I’m all about fair play. I’ll shake yer hands before and after the bells but between them, mates, yer gonna get a fuckin’ storm the likes of which ye’ve never seen. This Dublin bitch is gonna blow in at a hundred and sixty kilometers an hour with hands that hit like fuckin’ hail. One way or another, yer gonna get knocked on yer arses but if yer not prepared, ye may suffer more damage than was initially forecasted. Maybe ye can handle it. Maybe not. Time will tell. From what I’ve seen, the Dragon’s a tough bitch and Tommy, I’ll be honest, yer a mystery. That makes ye dangerous. Andrew Garrison’s got an ego on him and a mouth to match. Does his technique do the same?
She shrugs her slender shoulders.
Ciara MacNamara: I dinna ken. Either he will or I’ll end up hand feeding him his words. Literally. Again, I’m going to as...do not...disappoint me. Any fucking one of you.
Ciara picks up a shaker cup full of water and swishes it around idly as she watches the ground beneath her feet. Thinking.
Ciara MacNamara: Most might shrink at the idea of taking on multiple opponents in only their second professional fight. I’ve grown accustomed to fighting for my life against two, three, sometimes four motherfuckers. Only difference this time is, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ paid for it. I aim to bring my best into this match, stakes be damned. It’s how I was raised. If ye three don’t give me the same, I can promise none of you will fucking survive. I’m not one for idle threats. It’s just plain, simple facts. After Massive, anyone in One Movement that are unfamiliar with the name MacNamara and Na Fianna, will know exactly who the fuck we are and you will bloody well now who I am….
She pops the cap off of a shaker cup full of water and takes a long sip before looking at Mari again.
Ciara MacNamara: Is that it, then, darlin’?
Looking to the camera guys behind her and giving them a nod, this scene slowly starts to fade out from the outer edges.
Mari Moon: I will not keep you any longer, Ms. MacNamara.
Mari beams as she turns to face the cameras one last time.
Mari Moon: This has been Mari Moon reporting on this 1WM exclusive, and I for one, am excited for what we're about to witness in the coming weeks. Stay hungry, One Wrestle!
Fade.
Torres: The following FOUR WAY MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
“Another White Lie” by Voodoo Johnson plays as Andrew Garrison makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Anaheim, California….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds….standing at a height of six feet one inches...he is ANDREWWWW GARRISOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
”Guest House” by Daughters plays as Ms. Makina escorts Tommy down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from the streets of New York….weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds….standing at a height of five feet eleven inches...escorted to the ring by Ms. Makina...he is TOMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
”Gaping Dragon” (Intense Symphonic Metal Cover) plays as Dokueki makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring third hailing from Tokyo, Japan...weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches….she is the Poisonous Dragon...DOKUEKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Stick 'Em Up" by Quarashi plays as Ciara MacNamara makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Dublin, Ireland...weighing in at a weight of one hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches...she is CAIRAAAA MCNAMARRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This match is jammed packed with new 1WM talent.
America: Riiight…
The four wrestlers square up, Andrew and Ciara, Tommy and Dokueki as the bell rings.
DING DING DING!!!
Andrew fires Ciara up and over with a belly to belly suplex and Dokueki fires Tommy over with a quick snap suplex. The two of them turn their focus to one another squaring off with blows. Ciara and Tommy both get to their feet. Ciara gets to her feet a bit sooner and sends both Andrew and Dokueki crashing to the mat with back to back dropkicks!
Taj: The action is heating up now.
America: If you say so.
Andrew is up and locks up with Ciara. He hits her with a jab and then pulls her into a headlock, Andrew steps forward and sends Ciara flying toward the ropes but is blindsided by Tommy with a clothesline!
Taj: What a move by Tommy!
America: Now that hurts!
Dokueki hits Tommy with a rolling suplex only to be caught by a flying body press by Ciara. Andrew crawls to the ropes and climbs up. Ciara turns around and is hit with Andrew’s Endgame (running flying knee). Andrew drops for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match… Andrew Garrison!
Within the confines of her private locker room, Ursula Von Rossbach sat before her guest, the one they call Legion, both attired in their wrestling attire but with an odd sight between them; a folding chess table. To their right was a large bowl of red m&ms. Ursula sat on the black side, while Legion resided upon the white. In the opening of the chess match, Ursula set herself perfectly for a Scillian Defense. Now, in the waning moments of this grueling mental battle, the two were at a dead even heat as Legion had responded perfectly.
Ursula Von Rossbach: A subtle strategy, Mr. Legion.
Ursula places her bishop to E-7. Legion answers by moving a pawn to B-3. She then moves her other bishop to E-6, sacrificing her pawn at D-4 to Legion.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You may find the classic English offense to be a bit lacking if not executed well.
Legion: (cracks his neck and glares at Ursula) This is true. Mikey always has an issue with this offense, but good ole’ Scorpio played this off 78th in NYC with some older guys so I’m used to it.
She taps a finger to her lip for a moment, thinking about her next set of moves. This had gone on for moments before moving on to sacrifice her bishop to take his knight at D-5. Legion doesn’t resist the temptation at all. She follows suit by moving her queen to take the pawn, leaving only three black pieces standing in that quadrant.
Legion: Scorpio do what is necessary. Mikey I am doing it! Ok dude just saying.
Glares up at Ursula.
Legion: I never thought I’d be playing such a game with you but I can tell you’re not like the rest of 1WM. You are an exquisite hunter, far more a graceful predator than that of a “Terminator” so to speak. You...You...I have to DEVOUR YOU….just to know what it’s like…
Legion punches his head.
Legion: RAGE THAT’S ENOUGH. We had a meeting and everything about this day. Moving on. Your moves are good Ursula.
Ursula Von Rossbach: It is most difficult when one keeps their own counsel.
Legion moves his rook to G-1. Ursula responds by moving her knight to F-4 to put his Queen in harm’s way. The two engage in defensive maneuvers but neither gaining much further ground against each other.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You have matched me well, Legion, but our time for the real battle draws near.
Legion: You never know a person until you engage them in some form of combat. You’ve decided this. Now I could easily chuck this board and go after my prize but that’s not me. No. I would rather see where this goes.
Legion moves his left-most pawn to A-3. Ursula steps her Queen back to C-7, allowing the sacrifice of her knight at C-5.
Legion: Now...now that’s interesting. You’ll kill for position?
Ursula Von Rossbach: When necessitated.
She matches the sacrifice by taking his knight at C-3. He moves the pawn at B-2 to B-3.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Unexpected. Curious….
Legion: You assume that I wouldn’t watch someone die in front of me. My wrestling promotion burnt to the ground. Everyone I knew burned. I’ve been there before.
Ursula castles, swapping rook and king at F-8 and G-8. This prompts a small smile from Legion.
Legion: Interesting...I think she’s found us. NO. SHE HAS NOT. Relax and even if she has she still has nothing but a perception to follow.
Ursula quirks her brow as he moves his Queen to E-3. A small light blinks over the locker room door indicating that it was time to assume gorilla position.
Legion: You will be mated in 4 moves.
He then rises without further word, leaving Ursula alone to stare at the board with a perplexed expression. The wheels turn in her head as she makes a few mental maneuvers without touching the chest board.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Well played, but now I know how you think-
Rising from her seat, she starts to lay her king down only to realize that there is one very unorthodox and difficult strategy left to play.
Ursula Von Rossbach: -brilliance undermined by bold flare, Mr. Legion.
It is with that statement to herself, alone, that she exits her locker room for the upcoming match, the chessboard left standing as the primary focus before the scenery changes to ringside.
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
“Unforgiven” by Sevendust plays as Ursula Von Rossbach makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring from White Sands, New Mexico….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds….standing at a height of six feet even...she is Terminator….URSULA VONNNNN ROSSBACCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
”On the Precipice of Defeat” by Shirō Sagisu plays as Legion makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring from Tampa Bay, Florida….weighing in at two hundred pounds….standing at a height of five feet eleven inches….he is LEGIOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!!!!
The MASSIVE crowd are steadily building in volume as Legion and Ursula Von Rossbach approach each other, briefly touch fists together and then proceed to aggressively circle the ring seeking an opportunity.
Marci D’ABruzzo: This one ain't lookin' like the beginnings of a wrestling match, Ruby. This one's looking like the start of a board game!
Nobody is able to find an opening as both competitors are in a position where they can attempt a strike, and yet both are forced into a position where they are forced to defend.
Ruby Kirk: You ain't kiddin' Marco Polo, but ya'd be thinking that Big Gal oughta have stomped Spiderman into the gotdang mat by now!
Marci D’ABruzzo: It's Marci.
The crowd volume heats up more as a couple of glancing punches and kicks land on either side, and yet they still continue to circle.
Ruby Kirk: Ha! Look at him go!
The crowd volume heats up even more as Legion throws a wild jumping forearm shot, and UVR grins out of the corner of her mouth as she blocks it and merely plants him down before going for a hammerlock. Legion twists back under and gains leverage via flopping down to the mat and kipping back up. Legion surprises UVR by reversing, leaping up for a side headlock and trying for a takedown, yet Ursula gets him with the push off and sends the masked one off for a hard irish whip.
Marci D’ABruzzo: Legion hits and Ursula Von Rossbach comes storming in after him! Duck under the lariat attempt by Legion and a dropkick to the back leaves UVR dangling on that second rope!
The crowd gets into it as Legion takes a run up and prepares to dive, but out of nowhere.
Crowd: OHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Ruby Kirk: Holy smokes!! UVR caught that Legion dood and nearly killed 'em with that epic Sambo chokeslam! She thinks she's got this already with the cover!
One...
Two...
The crowd voice their amazement for the move and Legion being able to kick out of such a brutal move at two.
Marci D’ABruzzo: I think "Big Gal" might have finally gotten her prey well and truly in her crosshairs, Ruby.
Ruby Kirk: Nobody seriously cares what you think, D’ABruzzo. Anyhoo, UVR going for that cover again!
One...
T…
The crowd volume perks up a considerable amount as Legion manages to get the shoulder up and for a brief second, Ursula sits up on her knees and looks around at the whooping, hollering 1WM fans as she pants heavily. It’s only a momentary thing though, as UVR grabs onto Legion’s arm and head and drags him to his feet, but not without drilling him with a short, sharp barrage of forearms on the way through.
Marci D’ABruzzo: Irish whip. Legion hits the ropes but there’s an uneasy stance in that gait of his, Ur...OOOF. Now that’s a lariat! Good night, freakazoid!
Ursula stealthily scrambles and hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THR...KICKOUT!
Ruby Kirk: Wow.
Marci D’ABruzzo: Yo, either this Legion fella is super brave or it’s hard to believe that a sumbitch can seriously be this stupid!
Ursula isn’t about to waste any time. The crowd is roaring, and her opponent is seemingly just about out of it. Ursula finds it quite easy to lock in her patented double chickenwing, though to the crowd’s delight, Legion is able to break free when UVR tries to drag him to his feet. A barrage of punches and forearms follows and Legion has the giant swaying on her feet. Legion runs to the corner and leaps off in a flash!
Ruby Kirk: Oh! I love this! Coffin drop!
The crowd’s excitement quickly drops and then turns to a different kind of excitement as UVR is able to catch Legion in mid air!
Marci D’ABruzzo: Scoop backbreakerrrr…
The fans heat right back up again as Legion issues a back kick and stuns UVR long enough to land on his feet.
Ruby Kirk: GREAT KIC...
Marci D’ABruzzo: Matrix evasion by Legion! Legion kips back up to his feet!
The fans are on their feet as Legion locks in the Panic Attack (bear hug). While Legion squeezes away with everything he has, UVR looks at him strangely. The fans laugh as Ursula lets him do what he has to do for a moment before she delivers a crushing double axe handle.
Ruby Kirk: Ya know this kid gonna have to learn to re-tie his shoes after that one, D’ABruzzo!
Marci D’ABruzzo: UVR has the end well within her sights now, me thinks. Legion looks to be on jelly legs as Ursula drags him back up to his feet. But wait!
Seemingly as a last ditch effort, Legion lets out a grunt of exertion and swings for the fences with another series of punches, elbows and kicks. Due to his disoriented state, he misses a lot of them, and UVR finally catches one of his shots.
Ruby Kirk: This here looks like curtains for Legion!
Legion’s head drops back as Ursula delivers the back elbow shot and hooks him into the leg sweep.
Crowd: WOOOOAAAAHH!!!
There is a pop of amazement and another grunt of exertion from legion as he manages to haul UVR up with a crazy feat of strength.
Marci D’ABruzzo: SOULBREAKER! Good NIGHT!
Ursula seems out of it as she lands and exhausted, Legion hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match, LEEEEEEGIONNN!!!
Ruby Kirk: What a heck of a turn of events there, D’ABruzzo!
Marci has absolutely no response, apart from a quizzical look on her face.
Ruby Kirk: None of these two oughta be ashamed of their performance here tonight, but BRAVO to Legion! Should we be gettin’ to one of them shammy commercial thingies or somethin’ now?
Melina Wilson is standing in the back in the hallway. A female walks up to her. Melina smiles at her. The two females hug each other before breaking apart. Melina smiles at the female.
Melina Wilson: How did it go, Sandra?
The female is revealed to be a friend of Melina’s named Sandra Rose. Sandra smiles.
Sandra: It went great.
Melina Wilson: That’s good. Did you get the job?
Sandra nods her head lightly.
Sandra: You are looking at One Wrestle Movement’s newest Tour Coordinator.
Melina Wilson: That’s great. We will get to see each other a lot more.
Sandra nods her head.
Sandra: You will. Thank you so much for helping me out with this. It means a lot.
Melina Wilson: No need to thank me. I was happy to do it.
Sandra: Well...alright. I should go walk around and meet some of the other wrestlers.
Melina Wilson: Come find me when you are done.
Sandra: I will.
Sandra again hugs Melina, before she walks away. Melina watches her before heading towards Andrew’s locker room.
Torres: The following is a SINGLES MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
"Hellion" by WASP plays as David Belmont makes his way out to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from St. Louis, Missouri….weighing in at one hundred and ninety-eight pounds….standing at a height five feet ten inches...he is DAVIDDDDD BELMONNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This is going to be a very interesting match. Dawn Master has worked well away from her sisters in the past, so I can only expect the same thing to happen here tonight.
America: While that might be the case… it’s different this time because it’s a singles match and not a tag team one like it was with Taren Smoak. And they did end up losing.
Taj: But David Belmont we haven’t really seen do anything other than tag up with Alex Slayer.
America: So that is going to be the part that’s interesting… seeing how he handles himself in the ring… by himself.
”Love is a Parasite” by Blanck Mass plays as “Dr. Carnival” Dawn Master makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from London, United Kingdom….weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….representing the Master Sisters….she is Dr. Carnival….DAWWWWNNNNN MASTEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
America: And here she comes… Doctor Carnival herself. Her sisters are in a Tag Team Championship match later in the show, do you think she’s jealous at all?
Taj: I doubt it. I am thinking that she’s happy and excited for this opportunity that her sisters have rightfully earned by winning the Legendary Tag Team Cup.
America: She’s got to be jealous somewhat though. I know I would be if that was me.
Taj: She’s no you.
America: Facts.
The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Much to just about everyone's surprise, Belmont stands still and waits to see what Dawn is going to do. Dawn stares at him cautiously and tries to weigh her options. She suddenly takes a deep breath and charges forward, blasting Belmont in the mouth with a forearm smash! Dawn follows it up with a second and third, each of the blows having a minimal impact. Despite this, Dawn bounces off of the ropes and charges at Belmont as quick as she can. Belmont smirks and steps in front of Dawn just as Dawn leaps into the air! Belmont catches and immediately slams her down with a catatonic backbreaker! Dawn nearly folds in half from the impact with Belmont glaring down at her angrily!
Taj: Well...we knew that was a possibility...
America: More than perhaps anyone else in 1WM...things HURT when this man throws you around...
Before Dawn can even begin to make it back up to her feet, Belmont positions himself over Dawn and begins to pound away on her face with a series of elbow strikes! The referee quickly tries to gain control. Belmont glares at Dawn for a moment and then sighs. He grabs hold of Dawn's body and lifts it up off of the mat almost effortlessly. He pauses for just a moment before delivering a deadlift gutwrench suplex! Belmont turns around and calmly covers Dawn.
One...
Two...
TH...Dawn kicks out!
Belmont seems almost amused by the fact that Dawn still has a bit of fight left in her. He smiles and lifts Dawn back up to her feet. Belmont blasts Dawn with a back elbow smash that sends Dawn staggering back to the nearest turnbuckle. Belmont pauses for just a second before shaking his head and charging forward! He tries to hit Dawn with a splash in the corner. Dawn ducks out of the way at the last possible second! Belmont crashes hard into the turnbuckle and staggers around from the impact. Dawn notices the opening and leaps into the air, kicking Belmont in the back of the head with an enziguri! She quickly dives on top of Belmont and covers.
One...
Two...
THR...Belmont throws Dawn off of him!
Taj: Very good job by Dawn to pick her spot and strike when she had an opening!
America: I'll respect the effort! I just hope she'll be able to keep it up!
Belmont slowly starts to pull himself up to his feet. Dawn smirks and shakes her head. She runs forward and hits Belmont with a running dropkick that sends him right back to the mat! Almost immediately, Belmont starts to pull himself back up to his feet. Dawn looks at him with absolute shock on her face. She then shakes her head and runs forward once again---this time trying to hit Belmont with a shining wizard! Unfortunately for Dawn, Belmont catches her in the air and stands up, immediately slamming Dawn down to the mat with a powerbomb! He shakes his head and covers Dawn.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
America: Oh this match is tense. Both competitors are giving it everything that they got. They seem to have an answer for everything that the other one throws at them.
Taj: They’re giving the fans one hell of a show that’s for sure. This is the kind of thing I expected to see on a show with such a title as “Massive”.
Belmont once again looks as though he can't believe it. He grabs hold of Dawn and drags her back up to her feet despite the fact that Dawn appears to be out of it. He tries to set her up for a half nelson suplex! Instinct finally kicking in, Dawn hits Belmont with a series of elbow shots to get Belmont to release the hold. Belmont stumbles away from Dawn for a few steps. He then tries to close the gap as quickly as he can---only to have Dawn leap into the air and deliver a hurricanrana! Dawn hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THR...Belmont powers out!
Dawn grabs hold of Belmont's head and walks with him over toward the ropes. She tries to use the ropes to her advantage so that she can plant Belmont on the mat. Belmont powers her into the air and slams Dawn down to the mat! Dawn slowly pulls herself back up to her feet. Belmont charges and looks for a clothesline. Dawn cuts him off by leaping into the air and sending Belmont crashing to the mat with a dropkick! Belmont tries to bring himself to his feet---only to have Dawn charge at him and deliver a spike hurricanrana!
Taj: David has to be out after that one?!
America: He can't be!
Dawn turns around and notices Belmont's positioning. She smiles as she turns around and heads over to the top rope. She climbs up and hits Perfect Chaos (split legged corkscrew moonsault)! Dawn hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Dawn Master!!!
Torres: The following contest is a FOUR WAY TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a TEN MINUTE time limit. Introducing first…
”The Whole World” by Mark Crozer Starts playing as the lights dim with just a white spotlight follows Mason and Abaddon as they slowly strolls to the ring with an evil stare in their eyes and sometimes he smirks with a chuckle. As they get to the ring steps they would stop and take a deep breath before walking up. They get in the ring and stands in the center looking up at the ceiling with his arms out (Like Raven's pose) as the lights return to normal.
Torres: Making their way to the ring hailing from the Deep Dark Woods an The Inferno...weighing at a combined weight of six hundred and fifty pounds…they are Abaddon and Mason Roenick…THEEEEEEE FAMILLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Worth It" (Levianth Remix) by Fifth Harmony feat. Kid Ink plays as Taren and Nicole Smoak make their way to the ring.
Torres: And their opponents hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia…weighing at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty-five pounds…they are Nicole and Taren…THEEEEE SMOAKKKKKKKKKSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Love to the Beat" by Warner Chappell Production Music plays as Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly make their way to the ring.
Torres: And their opponents hailing from San Diego, California and Sarasota, Florida...weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and forty-five pounds…they are Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly…THE CONNELLLLLLLYYYYY TWINNNNNNSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Honky Tonk Stomp" by Brooks & Dunn plays as Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy make their way to the ring.
Torres: Finally their opponent hailing from St. Louis, Missouri….weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and twenty-seven pounds…they are the first ever 1WM Tag Team Champions...they are “Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy…REGULATORSSSSS INCORPORATEEEEDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Time to see who becomes the Number One Contender to the Tag Team Championship!
America: You have to think the Regs would be the hands on favorites since they are the former champs!
DING DING DING!!!
Kylie and Mason start things off as the bell sounds for the match to begin. The two of them circle the ring before locking up and Mason just taking Kylie and shoving her down to the ground. Kylie gets back up to her feet and hits the ropes, but as she rebounds, Mason delivers a shoulder tackle that once again takes the woman off her feet. Mason now has Kylie and pulls her up before delivering a snap suplex. He then reaches out and tags in Abaddon. Abaddon comes in as Mason picks Kylie up and sends her into the ropes. Kylie rebounds and the two of them deliver a double flapjack to Kylie before Mason rolls out of the ring. He picks Kylie up and just puts her into a bearhug. He swings her around like a ragdoll, just trying to squeeze the life out of her.
Taj: Mason and Abaddon may be just too much for any of these other teams.
America: That is ALOT of meat…
As Kylie begins to fade, her sister, Angelita comes in and delivers a chopblock to Abaddon dropping him to a knee and forcing him to release Kylie. The two sisters look at each other and hit the ropes. As they rebound, Abaddon is up and he just takes the two of them down with a double clothesline. Abaddon goes to hit the ropes, but Jane reaches out and tags herself into the match. Abaddon looks right back at her before Mason calls his monster over and gets him out of the ring. Jane comes into the match as Kylie is getting back up to her feet. Jane grabs Kylie and goes to send her into the ropes, but Kylie is able to reverse it. Jane rebounds and she runs right into a standing dropkick by Kylie who immediately crawls to her corner and tags in Angelita.
Angelita comes into the match and picks Jane up to her feet. She takes Jane and delivers a slap across the face before she takes Jane and delivers a release German suplex. She immediately crawls into the cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Taj: You have to think that both the Master Sisters and Agents of Chaos are paying close attention to this match.
America: Most definitely.
Angelita picks Jane up and shoots her into her team’s corner. She comes charging in and goes for a splash, but Jane is able to move out of the way. Kylie however is right there to tag herself back into the match. Kylie comes in and delivers a few forearm shots to the side of the head of Jane before taking her and delivering a headscissors takedown that forces Jane out of the ring. Kylie goes to hit the ropes, but as she does, Taren tags herself into the match. Kylie stares at her as Taren just motions for her to get out of the ring. After they stare at each other for a moment, Kylie steps out and Taren drops down off the apron and walks over towards Jane.
She picks Jane up and sends her back first into the apron. She does this a few more times before she delivers a DDT onto the floor. She picks Jane up and rolls her into the ring and immediately goes for the cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Taren picks Jane up and goes over to her corner where she takes Nicole into the match. Nicole comes in and the two of them deliver a double suplex onto Jane before Taren rolls out of the ring. Nicole picks Jane up and delivers a Michinoku Driver. She hits the ropes and as she does, Mason reaches out and tags himself into the match. Taren looks absolutely livid as Mason makes his way into the ring. Mason comes back in and picks Jane up. He hits the ropes and comes off, delivering a leaping crossbody that looks like it crushes Jane. Mason laughs as he takes Jane and locks in a Boston Crab. He sits back as Jane screams in pain.
Taj: Jane is holding on with all her might but I’m not sure if she can withstand all of that weight Mason is applying.
America: You can hear her screams throughout the Staples Center!
On the apron, Sadie is yelling and reaching out for Jane to make the tag. Jane fights and claws her way, finally making it to the ropes and forcing the break. Mason pulls her out of the ropes and into his team’s corner. He charges in, but Jane is able to get the boot up. She then delivers a back elbow to Abaddon that stuns him for a moment. Mason tries once again to deliver something, but this time, Jane moves out of the way and Mason accidentally hits Abaddon with a forearm that drops him to the floor. Jane takes Mason and rolls him up, looking for the pin.
One…
Two...kickout!
Jane immediately spots Sadie in their corner and begins to crawl towards her partner. Jane gets up and leaps, but as she does, Abaddon is there to yank Sadie off of the apron and not allowing Jane to make the tag! From there, Mason gets to his feet and as he does, Angelita tags herself back into the match. Angelita shoves her way past Mason much to his ire. Angelita picks Jane up and as she goes for a delayed cradle suplex, Abaddon comes in and delivers a big boot to Angelita. That draws Kylie, Taren, and Nicole all into the ring. The three of them start to gang up on Abaddon. They finally bring the big man down to a knee before Kylie delivers Fin De Los Dias onto him. As Kylie gets up, she’s met with The Coronation by Nicole. Taren is up on the top turnbuckle and she leaps, taking Mason down with a flying crossbody. Nicole takes Angelita and drags her over to her own corner before tagging herself into the match.
Taj: Talk about hot and heavy!
America: All these teams want the next shot at the 1WM Tag Team titles!
Nicole picks Jane up and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Jane is able to avoid it and deliver a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd starts to cheer on Jane as Sadie is on the apron again, reaching out for the tag. Jane crawls and scratches her way to her corner and finally makes the tag. The crowd goes nuts as Sadie finally comes into the match. Sadie comes in with a big buckshot lariat on Nicole before hitting Taren with a back suplex. She then hits the ropes and delivers a suicide dive onto Abaddon before rolling back into the ring. She picks Nicole up as she tags Jane back into the match. They pick Nicole up and deliver Red Dead Redemption as Jane hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match and now the Number One Contenders to the 1WM Tag Team Championship...Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy...the Regulators, Incorporated!
Taj: Congrats to Jane and Sadie as they get another shot at the titles that they were the first to ever hold.
America: Now we just wait and see whether its going to be the Master Sisters or Agent of Chaos that they will face.
We are taken backstage where we could see Aurora Master standing up, with her arms crossed, and a serious expression on her face. Normally she would be flanked by both her sisters, but right now she seems to be alone. The room is lit with very dim light, making it harder to see anything other than Aurora herself.
Aurora Master: Hello Agents of Chaos, I don’t need to introduce myself, but I will anyways. I am Aurora Master, of the Master Family, and I am one half of your opponents tonight, together with my little sister, Moonlight Master. And you don’t need any introduction either, do you? You’re 1WM’s Tag Team Champions. You’re on top of the division right now.
Now, we never faced each other, we never were together in the same room and we can’t say that we talked much either. For all that’s worth, our first big interaction is moments from happening. A tag team match in a massive show, if you pardon my pun, for the tag team titles nonetheless. Other matches in the show probably have people wanting to rip each other limb from limb due to rivalries forged by months and months of matches and trash talk.
One could say that our match isn’t personal. But it would be wrong to say so, the match IS personal, at least to me it is. And I hope it is for you too, because a match with a title on the line should always be personal for both the contenders and the champions. Otherwise you’ll just be ruining the title that you’re carrying, and to me a tag team division is important. I often joke, and more so does my sister Dawn, but when it comes to wrestling, to be in that ring, I take it very seriously.
That’s how we got to be champions before. Two times UWKF Tag Team World Champions. The longest reigning champions of any title, and we never really lost the title both times, the company just started going down. But I’m not trying to brag, and honestly I shouldn’t.
I shouldn’t, not because this is somewhere else with other people and other teams, but because it’s not me who was champion… not really.
Sure, The Master Sisters name is on the records, but if you check, if you can still check, you’ll see two names, Moonlight, and Dawn. The Master Sisters, the tag champions.
Aurora Master? Nothing but a manager, a side-line, something that lurks in the ring beside the true stars of the show.
Moonlight holds two titles, longest champion of both, by the way. And Dawn holds that one too. But me, in my 6 years of professional career, I always find myself just backing them up. And you know why?
Because I’m the brains. I’m smart, I know I am. Got interviewed for television when I was ten because I could answer any mathematical question they threw at me. Of course they only threw “x times y” types of questions and those are easy, at least to me.
But I’m not the muscles of the team, I’m not the speed. I’m the girl who studies you, who finds videos of you, who finds your weaknesses and from there figures what, how, with who and when to destroy you. My sisters only need to hear what I say and put their strengths to work, go to that ring and beat you up. And me? Well my job is done, isn’t it?
I’m the brains. Nothing more. I’m not more interested in that ring than I am beside it. Because Moonlight is muscle incarnated and Dawn is batshit insane and will do anything for entertainment.
And people love entertainment, so it’s always more profitable to have them be on the ring and just give me a microphone and let me speak while they act. It’s not about passion, it’s not even about strength in wrestling. It’s about entertainment, and my role in entertainment is with a microphone in hand and a ring at my side.
But my role is not just that. I am the one who found GPW, who found UKWF and who found 1WM. I always looked hard to find the best federations there are. Make no mistake, if we’re here it's not because I find this place weak, it’s because I find it worthy.
I’m the one who’s there for them, who leads them, when they think they can’t do it anymore, when they think they don’t want to do it anymore. I’m the one who leads them back here, always. You know why? Because I love this fucking sport. I always did, more than them.
I was the one who fucking goes to the gym every day to work hard to try to surpass a sister that can’t be surpassed.I am the one who studies the moves and the names while a certain pink haired lady just jumps from corners to corners.
I would’ve killed for a chance to prove myself worthy of something more. To be a champion myself, have my own name in the records, not a sideline, not a manager, not the brains, the wrestler, Aurora Master. I am worth something.
And then 1WM presents with a tournament and I get to pick my team, and I pick myself over Dawn. For the first time in my life, I had the chance, and I grabbed it. Now, other teams may find themselves complaining about the final result, and claim that they deserved it, that they lost unfairly. And I don’t give a shit. Because that win was not about them, it was about me proving myself worthy of something more. Proving myself more than just the fucking brains.
And so we get here, we get to today. Agents of Chaos, it’s great to be on the other side of the ring from you. Not because of who you are, I know you’re good, otherwise you wouldn’t be holding that, but that’s not the point. It’s because of what you represent.
Defeating you represents my win, my victory in my mission in life. In the past six year of professional wrestling, and ten before jumping out of the ladder in backyards, it was all a build-up to facing you today, in this ring, in this match, for the Tag Team titles.
Today, this match.... is not for you, Agents of Chaos, it’s not for Moonlight, it’s not for 1WM, it’s not for the tag team division, and it’s not for the audience.
It’s for me.
And I say this to every team we face, but I say double to you. Be wary of your surroundings, because I ain’t giving up, I ain’t stopping until I get the win tonight. I’m going to leave half of 1WM tag team champions, or I’m going to die trying.
And if you win, if you keep your titles, congratulations, because you must have killed Moonlight and me to make sure we stayed laid on the floor for three seconds.
So yeah… it is personal.
After her long monologue, the screen fades to black.
Torres: The following is a SINGLES MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
”Under Belly Of The Beast” by Danzig plays as Damon Xalvador makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Aberdeen, Scotland….weighing in at two hundred and sixty-seven pounds….standing at a height of six feet six inches...he is DAMOONNNNNN XALVADOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: That’s one pissed off looking Scotsman, America.
America: I think that’s their natural demeanor, Taj. It’s kind of like resting bitch face.
”The Divine Infection” by Motionless In White begins to blast throughout the PA system of the arena as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the ravenous Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar riff echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area tugging on the bottoms of a black studded leather jacket atop her usual wrestling attire, being met by a sea of boos as her signature smirk is firmly upon her face. She changes her hands from the front to clasping behind her back as she slowly yet powerfully walks to the top of the ramp and once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy (both good and bad) coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as her smirk moves into a wide smile across her crimson lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp.
About halfway down, Stasi lowers her arms and swings them with determination as she continues to exude confidence more as she gets closer to the ring. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up and putting her back to the ropes, Stasi quickly removes the jacket and twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Pasadena, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds….standing a a height of five feet eight pounds….she is STASSSIIIIIIIII HERVEAUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Speaking of resting bitch face.
America: Careful or she’ll hear you, Taj.
Stasi takes a deep breath and prepares herself for the upcoming match. Damon continues to keep his eyes glued to her as he waits for the bell to sound. A few seconds later, the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Stasi cautiously steps toward the center of the ring, looking a little more focused than she normally would. Damon continues to watch her without even the slightest bit of amusement on his face. The two wrestlers finally approach one another and grapple up. Damon almost immediately shoves Stasi away. She staggers, but quickly regains her footing and charges back at the big man! Unfortunately for her, Damon steps forward and hits Stasi in the mouth with a big boot that sends her crashing to the mat! Stasi rolls out of the way and uses the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet. Damon continues to look annoyed.
Taj: It's interesting to see Stasi not taking part in her usual antics...
America: Doesn't seem like Damon cares all that much either way!
Once Stasi is back on her feet, she takes a deep breath. Stasi once again begins to approach the center of the ring. This time, when Damon reaches out to grab hold of her, Stasi moves out of the way and quickly begins to hit Damon with a series of chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOOO!!! WOOOO!!!! WOOOO!!!! WOOOO!!!!!
Blow after blow connects, though it doesn't appear that they're doing much to Damon. Despite that, Stasi bounces off of the ropes and tries to pick up momentum so that she can send Damon crashing to the mat! Damon steps toward Stasi and tries to cut her off with a big clothesline! Stasi ducks underneath the attempt and stops herself behind Damon. She waits for him to face her before hitting Damon with an enziguri that causes him to stagger! He remains upright and looks even more annoyed than usual, charging at Stasi to strike and getting caught with a drop-toe-hold!
Taj: Stasi baited Damon into that one!
America: One thing I won't take away from Stasi is that she's gone toe to toe with some of the toughest wrestlers in her three years of wrestling history! This match is probably more well-suited for her style of wrestling than anything that she's done over the past few years!
Taj: That's...possibly true, actually...
Stasi pops back up to her feet. She lines herself up with Damon and waits until he starts to stir! Once he's almost back up on his feet, Stasi charges and catches Damon with a running hip strike that sends him crashing to the mat! The fans give a mixed reaction as Stasi hooks the leg..
One...
Two...Damon throws Stasi off of him!
Damon drags himself back up to his feet as Stasi quickly closes the gap. She drives her knee into Damon's head a few times in hopes of wearing him down. She then steps back and tries to build up some speed, leaping into the air in an effort to plant Damon on the mat with a fameasser! Damon ducks out of the way, causing Stasi's ass to hit the mat instead! Her eyes go wide in pain. Damon places two hands around her throat and lifts Stasi into the air! He slams her to the mat with a choke bomb, hooking the leg for a cover.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
Taj: How often have we seen Stasi get slammed with something like that and still kick out? It's not common at the moment!
America: Maybe not, but, to her credit...she's got a pretty weird pain tolerance...
Damon glares down at Stasi and shakes his head. He drags her back up to her feet and hits her with an elbow shot that knocks Stasi back into the ropes! Stasi stumbles into them and then bounces toward Damon, who hoists Stasi into the air and slams her down to the mat with a running powerslam! Once again, Damon hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: I'm actually impressed right now! Stasi is coming off a very tough loss last month at Legendary Twelve against Arley.
America: If Stasi can keep kicking out of slams like that...who knows? Maybe she will be able to beat Damon?
Stasi crawls over toward the nearest turnbuckle and uses it to slowly drag herself back up to her feet. Damon lines himself up with Stasi and watches without showing so much as the slightest hint of what he plans on doing next! Once Stasi is finally standing, she tries to catch her breath. Damon picks up speed and runs forward! He tries to CRUSH Stasi against the turnbuckle with a huge splash, but Stasi just barely ducks out of the way in time! Damon crashes into the turnbuckle and briefly slumps against it. Stasi picks up some speed and throws her knee into Damon's stomach to take the wind out of him! She then pulls him toward the middle of the ring and plants him in the middle of the ring with a DDT! She hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: That was...close...
America: It's beginning to look like Stasi may have what it takes to win this!
Stasi turns around and climbs up to the top rope, perching herself and waiting for the next moment to strike! Once Damon is standing, Stasi leaps off of the top turnbuckle and tries to send Damon crashing to the mat with a Molly Go Round---only to have Damon catch her in the air! He slams her to the mat with a powerbomb and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Damon seems almost amazed by the fact that Stasi is still fighting. Stasi shakes her head and slowly drags herself back up to her feet. Damon grabs hold of Stasi and tries to hoist her up onto his shoulders. Stasi frees herself from Damon's grasp. She lands on the mat behind and holds out her hands as if telling Damon to hold on a second. Damon responds by spinning around and grabbing hold of her. Unfortunately for Damon, Stasi appears to have been ready for this as she rolls Damon up in a schoolboy.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: That...
America: It's almost like Stasi knew what Damon was going to do and reacted accordingly!
Damon pulls himself back up to his feet. Stasi hits him with a spinning backfist that sends Damon staggering around! She tries to take advantage of the opening by grabbing hold of Damon. Damon uses his strength to slam Stasi to the mat instead! He then pulls her up and locks her into a bearhug! Stasi's eyes go wide in pain!
Taj: This isn't good for Stasi!
Damon continues to squeeze Stasi in an effort to practically break her in half. Stasi tries to hold out as long as she possibly can, but eventually has no choice but to tap and scream out in pain! Damon dumps Stasi down to the mat.
Torres: The winner of this match...Damon Xalvador!!!
Taj: Stasi deserves a lot of respect for the effort that she gave in this one! She held her own against a pissed off and focused Damon!
America: But once he started trying to literally squeeze the life out of her, she had no choice but to tap!
Fireworks explode in the Staple Center air as Massive returns to broadcasting.
Taj: Welcome back to Massive after that short intermission! We have had great wrestling action on the first half of this super show!
America: Yes it has been, Taj. I for one have been highly impressed with everyone and can’t wait to get into the second half!
Taj: Well before we do let’s go backstage.
The screen cuts to somewhere in the backstage area, the camera catches a close up of the faceplate of the Pride of One Wrestling Movement championship in all of its etched in gold glory and slowly as the camera pulls back, the nameplate of its current holder-Jacob Striker-is shown at an angle before the camera pulls out more to reveal the man himself, already in his signature ring gear, standing in the slight shadows somewhere.
Jacob Striker: Well tonight is the night, the very first title defense for my Pride championship. Against you, Leo Cook, a man who is so confident that you’re going to beat me because you’re a bland cookie cut kinda guy. That is what you want to believe, isn’t Leo? That you’re going to beat me here, tonight, in front of all of those people...simply because you said so time and time again.
Jake is silent for a few seconds before we start to hear a rather dark and sinister sound which is slowly and surely revealed to be one of the harshest pearls of laughter ever to come out of a human being. The current Pride champion laughs good and hard for several moments before he stops just as quickly as he begins and with his free hand points at the camera.
Jacob Striker: If you were to somehow win this strap off of me, Leo, all that it would do is stagnant under your care because I can tell two things about you from each one of your little “retorts” that you said each time I spoke in the days leading up to this match. The first one is that you have no real feelings about this championship! You say that I’m nothing more than a transitional champion but you say even *that* with not one goddamned lick of passion in your voice….fuck man, you sound like that guy from the Clearasel commercials in that really dry ass sounding voice talking about red, red eyes!!
Jake then lifts his championship off of his shoulder and holds it up for the camera to see.
Jacob Striker: You see to you, Leo, this title is simply to bring you money because that’s all you care about and it shows from how you dress and act, don’t pretend to say or act otherwise. But to someone like *me*, someone who worked his ass off to win this title...this means that you are the standard bearer for this company. You’re the fucking face of One Wrestling Movement...you are the mother fucking *BRAND*! That is why each and every I spoke about this championship, you could feel the fire in my voice because unlike you, I have a real fucking fire burning in the pits of my belly and it is that same fire that’s going to be turned cold the moment that bell rings and I beat you just as hard as I beat Graham Baker.
Now before you try and compare yourself to Graham Baker, don’t. Because when I just bought Graham up, it wasn’t to compare you to him in any shape or fashion but to simply say that you’re in for the same cold hearted savage beating that he got but unlike him, who I hold an inkling of respect for, *you* Leo...I’m going to be actively trying to make bleed, because I want you to understand that the very next time that you even think that you’re worthy of this title that you understand *EXACTLY* what kind of payment needs to be made in order to be the Pride champion of this company.
Which brings me to my second thing about you, Leo. You don’t belong here in this company, pure and simple. You take one long look around at this roster, from top to bottom and what do you see...characters of all kinds and shapes, all willing to stand up and take their desires to the next level. That is one of the very things at the essential heart and soul of a movement...a *revolution*! Hell, if the Enforcer or Little Buford or even Bianca Davis herself were to challenge for this title tonight...I wouldn’t have a problem with that because at least I could stand toe to toe with someone original, someone with that certain fire in them that shows that they belong here.
You...you on the other hand are simply there in front of me to take up space. Let’s face facts, you were put before me here tonight to simply ensure that my championship and I were on the fucking card. Nothing more. Nothing less. And there is not a damned thing that you can say or do otherwise to dissuade me from that line of thought.
Jake drapes his championship back over his shoulder as he looks hard at the camera.
Jacob Striker: But those two things aside, neither one of them is going to stop me from focusing solely on you and tear you apart in that ring bit...by...bit because that’s the kind of champion that I am. While you are simply being a simpering little bit and only seeing the future, I’m seeing the here and now, looking right at you and dissecting you with my mind because that is how I work. You are getting into the ring with mother fucking professional wrestling royalty and you don’t even fucking understand the concept! I was born to this, I was *born* to step inbetween these ropes and break down another human being each and every night and hearing you scream out in pain is mother fucking Christmas to me every damn night!
So here very shortly, Leo Cook, I want you to walk down that aisle and I want you to bring your fucking arrogance with you. I want to see that fucking look of arrogance in your eyes when I’m staring you down because I want to watch it *DIE* with each and every blow that I rain down upon you, Leo. I want you to feel your arrogance, that fucking bullshit that you think is your confidence, I want you to feel it flee from you with each and every chop, punch, and kick so when I drop you with the Apocalypse...you will fully understand *exactly* what you are in this company. Just...another….victim.
Jake then pulls back the hood of his ring gear and gives the camera a very sinister and cold smile.
Jacob Striker: Please Leo, no tears though….it will be a waste of perfectly good suffering.
The screen then fades back to ringside.
Torres: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH and it is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit! Introducing first… at a combined weight of four hundred and one pounds... the team of Justice Cross and The Enforcer!
Piano notes could be heard over the pa system then Amy Lee's voice begins to sing. Justice begins to walk out onto the top of the ramp as the words "wake me up" begin to play over the speaker now. As she makes her way down to the ring she argues with the fans then gets to the floor near the ring. Justice continues to the ring with a smirk on her face before climbing onto the stairs. When she would get half way onto the apron she turned her back to the ropes then did a backflip over them. With both feet on the ground she would go over to each side of the ring smirking as the fans had mixed reactions towards her.
America: You know, if Justice Cross and The Enforcer get a win tonight, it could set the tone for how the rest of the matches turn out for Joshua Samson, Esquire’s clients.
Taj: Justice and her husband have one heck of a fight ahead of them. While they outweigh their opponents, both Rei and Jenn have said they want this more because they’re tired of sitting in the shadows.
America: Regardless, this match is sure going to be interesting. It’s going to come down to which team wants it more.
“Natural Born Killaz” by Ice Cube and Dr. Dre starts playing throughout the arena. Smoke comes from the entrance way. As the smoke is clearing The Enforcer walks through the smoke and looks out at the crowd. Enforcer then walks down to the ring. He walks up the stairs on to the ring apron, looks out at the crowd and lifts his arms out to the side. Enforcer steps through the top and middle ropes. Enforcer walks over to the opposite ring ropes and lifts his arms out to his side.
Taj: The Enforcer was impressive in his brief IPW tenure and since coming to 1WM with his wife, he’s been just about the same. But he’s going to have to do something to shine… given that he’s in a match with three other ladies.
America: Well he’s surely going to be sticking out like a sore thumb. And his sheer massive size compared to both Rei and Jenn is going to come in handy for him. But there is also the saying… the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Taj: Right you are there, Americaj. We can’t be counting out either team. They’re both hungry for this win. And with it being on Massive, any win will be thus.
Torres: And their opponents… at a combined weight of two hundred and thirty-three pounds… Jenn Drew and Rei Park… SEOUL QUEENS!
As "Beastmode" by Monsta X begins to play, multi colored lights begin to dance around the stage. Once the lyrics start, out walks Jenn Drew along with Rei Park. Jenn holds out a fist to Rei who bumps her fist to Jenn’s before both start making their way down to the ring both with confident swaggers in their steps. Jenn gestures at any fans who are trying to get a hand slap from her, raising their ire as she just laughs. Rei walks and twirls her hair around her finger, smirking at the fans and then at the ring as they get closed. Once there, Jenn hops up onto the apron and slingshots herself into the ring and does a roll before getting up, a cocky grin on her face. Rei on the other hand, she heads over to the right hand side and hops on the apron, keeping one knee down and one up before flipping her hair back behind her, winking out at the fans in the process. She then steps through the bottom and middle ropes, joining Jenn’s side as the two stare at their opponents.
America: Seoul Queens huh? Well given that Rei is from Seoul, South Korea and Jenn calls herself “The Rebel Queen”... it makes sense.
Taj: These two used to be at each others’ throat, throwing spars back and forth but over the past few weeks since the tag team cup pairings were announced, it looks like they’re found a way to work past that and come together as one.
America: And given that they’re putting on a united front by coming out here together instead of separate, it looks like they’re actually serious.
Taj: They are acting more like a team while the married Crosses did the opposite, coming out separately. I wonder if that’s a message or just they wanted to come out alone?
Both teams stand in their respective corners, Justice on the apron for her team as she and Enforcer look at Jenn and Rei who are discussing who’ll be starting off for their team. Both Rei and Jenn look at Enforcer with determination in their eyes while a slight tinge of worry in their eyes. Jenn elects to start the match off, telling Rei that she’s got this as she steps through the ropes out onto the apron.
DING DING DING!!!
Jenn quickly charges towards Enforcer and he’s ready for her, lifting her up for a powerbomb, but she catches him off guard by clubbing him in the head a few times before turning it into a hurricanrana. Jenn pops back up to her feet and glares at Justice with a smile as she’s yelled at. Jenn urges her to get in the ring, motioning for her to as she’s clubbed from behind by Enforcer.
America: Oh Jenn… Why did you have to go and try to provoke Justice? That cost you and Rei big time! Hopefully they’re going to be able to come back from this.
Taj: All four of these competitors are pretty ring save and well versed on tactics for a comeback. If Jenn is able to tag Rei in and soon… this match won’t look too one sided.
Enforcer quickly turns things around in his favor, pulling Jenn up to her feet before hitting her with a high knee that leaves her a bit dazed. He lifts her up, holding her steady as he turns around and makes direct eye contact with Rei who just glares at him angrily before he sends Jenn flying halfway across the ring with a fallaway slam. He gets up and approaches Rei, looking down upon her as she looks at him… until she delivers a hard slap across the face that sends Enforcer reeling back. He goes to strike her back, only to be met with a high roundhouse kick from Rei, turning him around and directly into a flying crossbody from Jenn. Jenn then quickly goes for the pin.
One...
Two…
T...KICKOUT!
Taj: A very bold move there for Jenn. She’s showing Enforcer that he might be bigger than her… but she’s got the speed on her side.
Enforcer: While the crosses have years of experience on both of these competitors, this is a new day in age and we’re seeing that Jenn is taking this seriously.
Enforcer powers out and gets up to his feet, albeit a bit wobbly. Jenn and Rei made a statement with the previous sequence of events and it’s clear that it was received by Enforcer who has an enraged look upon his face. He boots Jenn into the corner before he charges and when she gets out of the way at the last second, he goes shoulder first into the ring post. Jenn clutches at her abdomen as she stumbles her way over to the corner, slapping Rei’s outstretched hand and bringing Rei into the match. She quickly runs over and hits an axe kick to a kneeling Enforcer, using all her strength to try and pull him up to his feet. He swats her away by pushing her back, making her tuck and roll before popping back up to her feet. He makes his way to his corner… only to have Rei jump onto his back and start raining elbows down upon his head as he reaches to tag in Justice successfully. Rei drops off his back and instantly starts brawling with Justice.
America: Well this is certainly no surprise that these two instantly start brawling. Both ladies need to remain focused on the task at hand and not just duking it out like a cat fight in the street.
Taj: There was tension between them right after the match was announced. So yeah, this is no surprise. And Rei was poking at Justice that she’s known for not keeping focused.
America: She barely talked about the match.
Taj: And Rei’s making her pay for it. But Justice can be reliable in the ring. She’s got the experience but Rei has the desire… at least that’s what I’m seeing.
Rei and Justice trade back and forth blows before Justice locks in a wrist lock on Rei. She struggles to get free for a few moments before hitting a one handed cartwheel and dragging Justice forward and over her head with an arm drag. Both women are quickly back up to their feet, Rei hitting a discus elbow smash to the top of Justice’s chest before whipping her off into the ropes. Justice comes rebounding back and hits a sunset flip, sweeping the legs out from under Rei. Rei gets to her feet again and the two women charge at each other, Rei being able to hit a move first but hitting a running 180 degree facebuster. But Rei doesn’t stop there, pulling Justice up and whipping her off into the corner, Justice instantly falling to a sitting position and opening it up for Rei to hit an inverted cannonball. Rei pulls Justice away from the ropes and goes for a pin.
One…
Two…
Th...KICKOUT!
America: There is some excellent back and forth action going on between these two women. Justice has an answer for everything Rei throws at her and vice versa.
Taj: This is getting better the longer it goes on. One can only wonder at this point which team is going to come up with what gets the job done.
America: I guess we’re going to have to wait and see.
Rei looks frustrated and pounds her fists into the mat. She looks at the corner and then back at Justice before she begins her ascent to the top turnbuckle. Jenn knows what’s coming and quickly runs across the ring, taking out Enforcer’s feet with a baseball slide just as Rei launches herself off with a rounding moonsault. But Justice is able to roll out of the way, causing Rei to crash land in the spot where she had just been laying. Justice capitalizes with a pin attempt of her own.
One…
Two…
THR...KICKOUT!
America: I held my breath there. Had Rei been able to hit that, I don’t think that there would have been a chance for Justice. But her ring experience truly showed when she knew to roll out of the way.
Taj: And she was quick to capitalize. That was very smart on Justice’s end.
Justice doesn’t stop there and pulls Rei up to her feet, instantly trying to lock in an octopus stretch. She gets the leg over Rei’s head, but Rei is able to fire off a hard right hook to the side of Justice’s head that causes her to release it. Justice is forced to deviate from whatever plan she had and instead hits Rei with a step up enziguri that takes her down to one knee before hitting her with a shining wizard. She goes for a cover but is intercepted by Jenn who hits her with a missile dropkick. Enforcer then comes in and boots Jenn in the stomach, holding her by pinning her arms behind her back. Justice looks at her with a devilish grin before leaping up for Lights Out (jumping cutter). Except Jenn is able to stomp on Enforcer’s foot, causing him to let her go and instead is the one hit with the move before rolling out of the ring.
Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHHH!!
America: Oh please don’t let this turn into a crap show. When illegal partners come into the match that’s usually what winds up happening is it not?
Taj: But it can also lead to interesting moments… like Justice hitting a cutter on her own husband.
America: OK… I’ll give you credit on that one.
Justice has a look of pure shock on her face and when she turns to meet Jenn’s gaze, it turns to rage. Justice chases her out of the ring and then around it before Jenn slides back into the ring with Justice following close behind. Except Rei is sitting in wait and hits her with Fire Soul (gamengiri). Jenn keeps an eye on Enforcer who is back to his feet on the outside. This allows Rei to lock Justice up and hit her with Burning Mandala (spinning brainbuster). The crowd roars to life as Jenn hits a dropkick through the ropes to Enforcer’s head whilst hanging on to the ropes as Rei goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Rei Park and Jenn Drew… SEOUL QUEENS!
America: Well Rei Park and Jenn Drew have shocked everyone here, solidifying the statement that they want to be taken seriously.
Taj: The match was a hard fought one and both sides should be proud of their performances.
America: Right you are, Taj. There were many a moment where it looked like either side was going to win. But this just shows you that experience doesn’t always make you better.
Taj: Jenn and Rei had just a bit more drive and determination than Justice and Enforcer. I don’t think their representative is going to be too happy though.
Jenn slides back into the ring as “Beastmode” by Monsta X begins to play again and the referee raises the arms of both ladies… but the moment is brief before they’re chased off by Enforcer, causing them to quickly exit the ring before he checks on his wife. Rei and Jenn then hold their arms up in victory, slowly backing up the ring before turning and heading backstage.
The camera starts rolling in an undisclosed part of the Staples Center arena, an old store room filled with creates and boxes, dimly lit with small particles of dust floating in the air. Seated on a large crate, side by side, is Melinda Rhodes and James Spade, husband and wife. The two are leaned forward seemingly not even aware they were being recorded. Spade sports a long black duster over his ring gear and an old "SAMURAI NEVER DIE" T-shirt. Melinda is also in her ring gear, with her Rebel Star vest and tattooed arms on display.
Rebel: Remember when we met?
Spade slowly nods his head with a small chuckle.
James Spade: Yeah, SRW Wrestlebowl . Such a loooong time ago, yet I still remember it like yesterday. We bumped shoulders and the moment I turned and looked into those eyes, I knew I was done for. We had our matches, representing our brands, you ACE and me SRW. We had our matches against our opponents, and then we went and…
Mel waggles her brows, a small snicker cracking through her naughty grin.
Rebel: ...licked our wounds.
The Wildkard just gives her a wry grin.
James Spade: Among other things. We’d both just come off some shitty relationships and what I thought was just going to be a fling ended up with the two of us walking the aisle and saying our vows. We had no plan, no clue, not even an idea. You were even the one saying this was the dumbest thing we ever did and yet, I’ve never been happier.
Mel takes his hand into hers with a soft squeeze.
Rebel: We’ve seen some fun times since, but yeah… you’re one of two things that’s kept me alive well past what would’ve been my expiration date. You’re a saint for putting up with my crazy ass.
She chuckles softly.
James Spade: Back at you, beautiful. We both had our moments when we were done and ready to cash out our chips early. Then you had the greatest gift you could ever give a guy like me, our sweet little girl.
A pained expression crossed his face and Mel put her arm around him. His head lowers and those long strands of greying brown hair fall over his face.
James Spade: I never wanted her hurt, you know? All I wanted was for her to experience something I never got to experience as a kid and I wasn’t sure I’d get another chance to do so with us all together as a family. Our only trip to Disneyland together and what happens? We get used for some thick, no-neck having bastard and his buddies to get over… she gets hurt.
The Rebel stiffens up, her jaw tightening.
Rebel: I could’ve took those two fuckers we got by myself but those first few shots from the ambush fucked me up. I had ‘em both on the ropes, but I slipped a step and ate a foot and a pole to the head. I didn’t even get to see that roided fuck lay hands on our daughter but if he had with me still conscious? I don’t know how, but I’d have killed him. Flat out.
Spade looks at her, a small smile on his face.
James Spade: Don’t fuck with Mama bear….
She leans forward, pressing her forehead to his.
Rebel: You’re goddamn right.
James Spade: Solomon’ll get his but we gotta’ teach these punks why they’re backing the wrong horse.
Rebel: The Headhunters…. God did they taunt and fuck with us both, joking about very real shit with us almost losing our daughter.
Spade smirks and grips the back of Mel’s head.
James Spade: That’s because the only way they could get to us is through our child and she’ll be safe at home, watching as we beat the living hell out of these boys and send them packing back under whatever rock they came out from. Nobody… and I mean nobody, fucks with my family.
Reaching behind the two of them, Spade pulls out a pair of Katana swords in hardwood scabbards. One was hiltless with a plain wooden handle and the other was an ornate, beautifully gripped weapon of a much higher grade. Melinda slips her arm from around Spade and pulls out her bright red aluminum baseball bat.
Rebel: Let’s fuck them up, lover.
James Spade: Damn straight.
He smiles and the two kiss deeply and passionately for what seems like an eternity, then Mel pushes him back a big, biting her lip.
Rebel: Pump the brakes… Can’t be having desert until after the main course.
Spade clears his throat with a wicked grin.
James Spade: Yeah, that Bitch-Boy Stew ain’t gonna’ eat itself.
Rebel: Too bad that dinner’s junk food but, but hey… survival of the fittest.
The two then walk off with the camera following them, Spade’s arm around Mel’s shoulder as she leans into him with a soft sigh. The scene ends and we got right back to ye’ old ringside.
Torres: The is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
Bon Jovi's classic "You Give Love a Bad Name" assaults the P/A system as the video package plays out, centered around a brushed metal star with cybernetic orange/red wings and the word REBEL blazing across them. Through the curtains steps "The Rebel" Melinda Rhodes with short and spiked blond hair, tight black leather tights with red and silver strips that spell her name, heavy knee pads, laced boots with red, white, and black tassels, road gloves, crop top, a red leather vest with that winged Rebel Star logo on the back, a chain choker around her neck, blood red lipstick, and deep black eye shadow. In her hand is her favorite bright red aluminum baseball bat, which she twirls around as her head bobs to the beat.
She then rushes down to ringside, leaps over the apron and under the ropes, popping up to slide on her knees to the center. She hops to her feet, raising the baseball bat in the air and then, with a wicked grin, she points it in the general direction of her opponent, be they in her ring or still waiting in the back.
"Walk on Water" by Ozzy Osbourne plays as James Spade makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Savannah, GA...weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and eighty-five pounds...they are The Rebel and The Wildkard….MELINDDDAAAA RHODEEEEESSSSSSS AND JAMEEEESSSS SPADDDDDDDDEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The husband and wife teaming together for the first time in a long time for their history.
America: Let’s not leave out that Melinda is competing under a one time appearance for 1WM. She has not signed on for any further dates beyond tonight.
Nipsey Hussle’s "Last Time That I Checked" starts playing as the crowd explodes into a collective jeer knowing that The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, are about to make their way out. After a few moments the California brothers have not shown up.
Taj: Where in the world are the Headhunters?!
America: I know they’re here tonight because I had a couple beers with them before Massive went on the air.
Melinda and Spade, cautiously looking about, unsure of what is transpiring and preparing for a possible sneak attack.
Taj: Melinda and Jaames are rightfully on guard as this could be a trap by Eric and Dexter.
After a small discussion between Torres and the referee, the referee signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: It seems as if the official has started this match.
America: What?! The Headhunters aren’t even out here! Has anyone checked to see if they are hurt? Maybe they were jumped by some jealous team backstage?
Melinda, Spade, and the ref all look to the entrance way as the ref begins the countout.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
America: This is some bull!
Five…
Six…
Seven…
Eight…
Nine…
Ten!
Torres: Due to count out...the winners of this match...Melinda Rhodes and James Spade!
Taj: Not quite the vindication Melinda and James were seeking but it will go down in the record book as a win.
America: This that bull!
Melinda and Spade argue with the referee concerning the lack of a match. The ref can only explain he has to stand by what he was told to do. The couple exit the ring clearly upset over the “win”.
The screen cuts to another part of the arena where we find none other than the “Handsome Half-breed” himself, Alex Slayer, pacing back and forth in his locker room. He is already dressed for his match with his ring jacket draped over a chair near-by to him as he stops and looks at the camera.
Alex Slayer: Over the course of the last few weeks, my opponent for tonight has gotten it into her head that this match is all about how great she is and how she’s supposedly going to make my career. The problem is that when you look up the word “delusional” in the Oxford dictionary, you see Q’s face right there, all front and center and shit. I have said this in other promotions and I want to make this clear. My entire family are professional wrestlers. My mother is a wrestler, my father is a wrestler, my stepfather is a wrestler, my godfather is a wrestler, my aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, cousins, nephews, and nieces are all fucking professional wrestlers.
I have fully embraced the art of professional wrestling and while I could’ve gone out there and followed the same path as each member of my large and extended family...instead I chose to go out there and make my own fucking mark on this industry, haven’t I? But you Q, you’re not a real wrestler. You carry around some fake little title named for you and you play at being a professional wrestler. Your blatant disrespect for an industry that so many of us work our asses off for years to get to a company like One Wrestling Movement that you sully with your bullshit is a mark of supreme disrespect.
Alex’s face then slowly turns into a very cold smile.
Alex Slayer: That’s why the first chance that I got, I laid you out in your own disgrace. With one simple flash of the blade, I cut you down and then simply walked away without a second look back because you weren’t worth it. But then you got up and started to make it about you. About how great you were meant that everyone was gunning for you and your fake ass title. But then I simply put you out of my mind and focused on the more important things like my work with the Foundation here in this company among other greater things. But you...being the ego driven little bitch that you are, you just couldn’t let go and then you came to Pro Wrestling Nova and jump me, sprouting more of you insipid drivel about how great you are as you did so and then you decreed that you wanted a match here at Massive.
So I agreed to it and all that we’ve heard from you in the days leading up to it have been even more of your inane drivel...when you’ve chosen to say anything at all which you then play off as you have something better to do. Q, the only better thing that you have to do is simply leave this building and this promotion before our match tonight...because the moment that bell rings, I will fucking cut you down faster than even *GOD* himself can fucking *blink*! While you have been getting your precious nails done, I have been watching every single one of your past matches..from your debut over in the Royalty Wrestling League up till now and I can honestly say that not one of them was a good match because you’ve constantly shown a supreme arrogance and thinking that will carry you through the day and into the victor’s circle when in fact that very arrogance is what’s going to land you right where I want you to be.
The cold smile becomes colder.
Alex Slayer: Because right when you think that your victory has come, right when you think that you can turn me around and cinch in that last move that you need...there will be a flash of a blade and you.will.be.*DONE*! Just like *that*, Q. I can unsheathe the Yamato and cut you down with it from any direction that you can try and come at me from, Q. I’m just that damn *good*! You like to believe that your the best in the biz, bitch...I mother fucking EAT PEOPLE on a bad day and today...well, it’s going to be a very, very bad day for you and I’m very fucking hungry. So here in just a little while, when you strut out to the ring and you feel that cold chill on the back of your neck...that’s not paranoia, bitch…
Alex then stops and turns to grab his ring jacket before turning back to face the camera, that cold smile on his face as he walks out of the room as the camera fades to black.
Torres: The following is a SINGLES MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
“Sad but True" by The Hu plays as Alex Slayer makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada...weighing in at two hundred and two-five pounds...standing at a height of six feet three inches...representing The Shinigami Foundation….he is ALEEEEXXXXX SLAYEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons plays as Q makes her way down to ringside.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….she is “Ya Girl”......QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before the referee even gets to call for the bell, Alex Slayer unwittingly leaves himself open to the antics of Q. While Alex starts to circle in preparation, Q is doing everything in her power to distract the referee and to seemingly put off the beginning of this match. Alex quickly tires of it, and he runs in at Q with a lariat clothesline which would have taken her head off if she wasn’t able to duck in time!
Ruby Kirk: Finally, this lousy official is gonna start doing his job! Let’s be gettin’ us a match!
DING DING DING!!!
Marci D’Abruzzo: Lock up in the middle, Slayer seizing the arm and moving in for that hammerlock, but quick reversal by Ya Girl Q into a hammerlock of her own, and Q effortlessly transitions into a headlock..
The crowd seems to already be finding Q tedious. They voice their disapproval as Q waggles a finger condescendingly, before taking Alex over with a headlock takedown and transitioning into a very cocky looking bodyscissors, eliciting a serious BOO this time.
Ruby Kirk: Alex Slayer ain’t about to be caught out by none o’ this, D’Abruzzo. Slayer breaks free and tries to reel Ya Girl Q in for that cobra twist..
Slayer almost gets the hold on, yet Q claws desperately and manages to roll out of the ring to more disapproval from the fans.
Marci D’Abruzzo: Nice, nice. That’s why Ya Girl Q is considered one of the smartest members of the 1WM roster, Rubes. Girl be takin’ a powder!
As Q stumbles around the ring collecting herself, the fans had begun to perk up as Slayer was building up a head of steam and starting his run up for a suicide diive to Q on the outer!
Ruby Kirk: Right on target!
Both Q and Slayer are sent crashing into the barricades and the ref starts his count as the two scramble to regain their footing.
One...
Two...
Three...
Slayer finds his bearings first, and he takes Q by the head and by an arm and hauls her to her feet. Slayer delivers a forearm shot to stun Q before rolling her back into the ring.
Four...
Five...
Slayer quickly leaps up onto the apron as he spots Q getting to her feet.
Marci D’Abruzzo: And a springboard edition of Slayer’s enziguri! But wait! The move goes wild as Ya Girl Q sidesteps!
The fans BOOOO as Q sneakily reels Alex Slayer into a roll up predicament.
One...
Two...
THRe...
Ruby Kirk: In all the fuss and excitement, Slayer only just manages to break free! However, I feel that Q is in the driver’s seat right now!
Mildly upset that her ploy backfired, Q growled and stunned Slayer with a hard forearm shot before hauling him up to his feet and sending him in for an irish whip into the corner, Slayer hitting hard.
Marci D’Abruzzo: I’ve seen Q end it all with this corner knee before, and this could be it all over again!
The fans POP as Slayer gets out of the way at the very last second and Q is left stuck on the second turnbuckle, and they begin to pop even more as Slayer hooks his prone opponent up in the corner.
Ruby Kirk: ROPE HUNG YAMATO C...HUH??
The fans think that Slayer has it in the bag with this impressive move, yet Q sneakily uses the momentum to land with her weight on top of Alex Slayer, and her feet draped across the second rope, ironically, out of view of the referee! Slayer is stuck!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Slayer angrily gets free from under Q right after the referee’s hand comes down for the count and Q folds up like an accordion, still out cold from that brutal Yamato cutter.
Torres: Here is your...winner...via pinfall - Ya Girl Q!!!!!
The fans are seemingly beside themselves at this result, and so is Alex Slayer. The referee looks over at Q and covers his mouth in horror, realizing that he must have counted the match with her feet illegally on the ropes!
Ruby Kirk: Ya Girl Q...she’s still unconscious. Oh my lort. Let’s be gettin’ a commercial or somethin’
Sitting on a scaffold backstage of the Staples Center are Eric and Dexter Calloway. The brothers known as The Headhunters are deep into a drunken bender made evident by the litter of empty beer cans surrounding them. The California duo crack open individual beers before toasting them together.
Eric Calloway: Fucc dem!
Dexter Calloway: Yeah fucc dem!
They down the beers quickly, tossing them to the side, and grab another beer. The scene fades.
Torres: The following SINGLES MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
The arena lights dim with the opening guitar notes of Metallica’s cover of Bob Seger’s “Turn The Page.” The camera sweeps over the audience in a slow pan before cutting over to the curtain.
Smoke fills the entryway, crawling across the stage as the camera rests on the curtain with James Hetfield’s voice pouring through the speakers.
As the riff picks up, the curtain flies open and Cassie Morse storms out onto the stage with determination in her step. She barely lingers on the stage, casting a cold, downright bitter glare across the arena. She brushes a taped fist under her nose as she starts down the ramp; head down under the hood of her sleeveless sweatshirt. Fans she was once so eager to greet with high fives and hand slaps, she just brushes by, keeping her eyes away from them. She barely even looks at the camera as she storms right by it and circles the ring.
She reaches the side of the apron parallel to the stage and hoists herself up onto it where she dusts her feet off and steps in under the top rope. Cassie immediately explodes into action, just briefly, running the ropes for a quick warmup. As the chorus continues on, she moves to her corner, throwing a few shadow punches before snatching her hood off and quite angrily removes her entrance garb; the woman throws it down over the top rope and stands in her corner, turning towards the entryway again with that bitter scowl on her face.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Cheatham County, TN….weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches...she is the Cornfed Badass...CASSIEEEEEE MORSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Cassie has been the talk of the wrestling industry lately with her newfound attitude and focus.
America: It’s about time she realized that running behind the Kirks would amount to nothing for her career. Kudos to her!
The siren state of ”Salute” by Little Mix begins playing through the PA system in the arena as it is filled with purple and turquoise lights. The fans get on their feet as they wait for the grand entrance of one, Olivia Rhodes. When the lyrics start, Olivia comes out from behind the black curtain, she has her head held high as she walks to the top of the ramp while holding her robe out to the side as the fans instantly start to boo her. Once at the top of the stage extends her arms out to the side, smirking from ear to ear as she soaks in all the energy from the fans before doing a slow 360-degree turn. She lingers there for a few moments before she starts to make her way down the ramp. As she struts down towards the ring, her hands continue to hold out the sides of her robe.
Olivia reaches the bottom and undoes the robe, tossing it gently to the side as the chorus of the song begins to play. Olivia heads off to the right hand side and does a walkover in the middle before hopping onto the ring apron. She remains on her knees before stepping under the middle rope. She looks out at the crowd with her hands out to her sides again before heading off to the corner and climbing up the turnbuckle where she raises them once again. After hopping down she goes over to the opposite turnbuckle and repeats the same pose before getting down and leaning against the ropes as her entrance music faded away.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Sarasota, Florida...weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches...she is OLIVIAAAAAAAA RHODEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: One has to think that Olivia definitely needs a win here tonight at Massive. She hasn’t been seen often and honestly her career seems like it's just floating lifelessly along.
Taj: You may have a point, America.
DING DING DING!!!
Cassie Moore rolls her eyes as she steps into the center of the ring, but they nearly roll to the back of her head when Olivia Rhodes blasts her with a spinning heel kick! Cassie drops to the mat, holding her jaw, and rolls out of the ring. Olivia follows her out of the ring and hits her with a forearm smash, then follows it up with another, knocking her down to the outside. Olivia grabs Cassie by the head and smashes her face against the side of the ring apron! Olivia lifts Cassie and rolls her into the ring. Olivia is quickly taken down with a baseball slide from Cassie. The Cornfed Badass spins back around, holding her jaw, her back to the outside. Olivia gets back up and slides in the ring. Cassie turns around and Olivia takes her down with a spinning wheel kick! Olivia hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...Cassie kicks out!
Taj: Cassie may find this match pointless, but if she doesn’t take it more seriously, she may end up walking out of here with a loss!
Cassie gets back up to her feet and Olivia quickly chops her across the chest!
Crowd: WOOOO!!!
Cassie stumbles back, clutching her chest. Olivia swats Cassie’s hand away and chops her across the chest a second time!
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!
Cassie stumbles back into the corner. Olivia approaches, but Cassie quickly delivers a kick to the shin, followed by another, causing Olivia to stagger. Cassie hops up onto the second rope and goes for a double axe handle. Olivia blocks the attempt and goes to set up Cassie for a belly to belly suplex. However, Cassie counters with a headbutt, breaking Olivia’s grip. Cassie runs at Olivia but Olivia counters with an arm drag! Cassie gets back up and Olivia takes hwe down with a second arm drag! Olivia runs at Cassie, but Cassie goes low again, stopping Olivia’s momentum with a kick to the shin, sending her down to a knee. Cassie bounces off the ropes and as Olivia gets up, nails her with a superman punch! Olivia goes down and Cassie goes for the cover.
One…
Two...Olivia gets the shoulder up!
Cassie grabs a grounded Olivia by the head and nails her with a fierce right hand, sending her head bouncing off the mat. Cassie stands and waits for Olivia to get up, before sending her back down to the mat with a back elbow! Cassie slides out of the ring and grabs Olivia’s arm, dragging her to the edge of the ring so that her head is underneath the bottom rope. Cassie takes a few steps back and drops an elbow across Olivia’s throat! Olivia grasps at her neck as Cassie slides back into the ring and hovers in the corner. She waits for Olivia to get up and as soon as she does, runs and takes her down with a spinning neckbreaker! Cassie leaps up into the air and crashes down across Olivia’s chest with a huge elbow drop! Cassie sneers triumphantly as she gets back to her feet. She watches as Olivia struggles to her feet, runs, and bounces off the ropes, drilling Olivia with a big boot! Cassie drops down and covers Olivia.
One...
Two...Olivia kicks out!
Taj: It’s going to take more than that to go over on a veteran like Olivia.
Olivia tries to get back up, but Cassie grabs her by the head and locks in a side headlock, attempting to keep the wrestler down on the mat. Olivia struggles and struggles, clawing her way to her feet. Olivia drives her elbows square into Cassie’s stomach repeatedly, eventually causing her to break the headlock. Olivia then blasts Cassie with an uppercut. Cassie stumbles but Olivia grabs Cassie’s head and hits her with another uppercut. This causes Cassie to stumble around some more. Olivia runs, bounces off the ropes, and goes for a springboard uppercut. Cassie manages to drop down to the mat to dodge last minute. Cassie runs at Olivia and goes for a clothesline, but Olivia ducks. She attempts to hit a superkick, but Cassie JUST dodges the kick, scrambling backward into the corner. Olivia stays on Cassie, running at her and hitting a clothesline in the corner! Cassie stumbles out. Olivia bounces off the ropes and nails Cassie with a spear! Cassie hooks the leg.
One...
Two...Cassie just gets the shoulder up!
Olivia shakes her head, but uses the moment to take a breather. She gets to her feet, watching Cassie recover. Cassie gets to her knees and Olivia steps forward, attempting to hit a big boot. Cassie blocks the blow by grabbing Olivia’s foot. Cassie holds onto Olivia’s leg and hits her with a right hand, followed by another, followed by a third! Cassie finally drops Olivia’s leg and then kicks her in the stomach. Cassie grabs Olivia’s head, looking for a DDT. Olivia spins out of it, instead blasting Cassie with a high knee to the face! Cassie stumbles back against the ropes, the loopiness evident on her face. Olivia grabs Cassie’s arm and goes to whip her to the ropes, but Cassie reverses it. As Olivia bounces off the ropes, Cassie goes for a clothesline. Olivia ducks underneath and keeps running. Olivia then bounces off the ropes, looking for a Superman punch, but Cassie catches her in mid-air with an uppercut! Cassie drags a dazed Olivia up to her feet and executes Country Style Piledriver (Cradle Piledriver)!
America: Cassie with the CSP!
Cassie hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner...Cassie Moore!
Taj: Olivia forced Cassie to give this match a little more energy with a tough fight, but in the end, Cassie has walked away with the win!
As Metallica’s “Turn The Page” fades out from the PA system, Cassie Morse is back in the ring with a microphone, pacing around on the mat as she catches her breath. As Olivia Rhodes makes her way up the ramp, Cassie calls out -- no, she actually whistles through her teeth at her.
Cassie Morse: Hey, girl! I guess you ain’t as bad as you thought you was, are ya? Got yer ass whupped by the little dumb country girl. Or was it I just got lucky? I’m sure I’ll hear something along those lines later tonight. Take yer ass on back outta my sight.
Cassie glares up the ramp before turning back and walking to the center of the ring, bringing the microphone back up.
Cassie Morse: Alright, then! Now that I got that crap outta the way…. In case y’all ain’t got it in yer heads yet, I reckon I oughta--
Before she gets another word out, the arena fills with the sound of Highly Suspect’s slow, creeping guitar riff to “My Name Is Human.” Cassie freezes in place as the crowd erupts into a roaring pop. She sloooowly turns around to face the stage again as a silhouetted figure walks out onto the stage while an abundance of pink dyed mist collects at her feet. It’s...it’s CODA! One Wrestle Movement’s latest signee has arrived! Cassie stands in a state mixed with anger and disbelief as the woman on stage, staring right back down the ramp at her. Cassie slowly lowers the microphone as Coda leisurely approaches the ring without the mask she typically wears. Their eyes never leave each other as Coda draws closer and closer.
Taj: Coda is out here to confront Cassie!
America: For what? Coda needs to mind her damn business!
Cassie lets the microphone fall from her hand and stands, waiting, hunched over like a wolf ready to pounce if threatened. Coda climbs up onto the apron, gets into the ring and just stands there, watching her with a dominant stance and almost emotionless eyes. Tentatively, Cassie straightens her posture and the two begin circling the mat, still staring each other down. They both stop and Coda finally looks back at ring announcer, Mari Moon. She then turns back to Cassie as the latter also looks at Mari and makes the connection. The cold, hateful look on Cassie’s face changes into one of amusement, laughing as she makes the connection. She points between Mari and Coda, clearly asking if she put her up to this but Mari, wide eyed, has no idea what’s going on! Just as she looks to ask her sister what she’s doing, Cassie springs into action!! She rushes Coda but Coda’s ready and rushes to meet her halfway! BOOM!! It’s on!! Fists are flying between the two as the crowd jumps to their feet, erupting with excitement!!
Taj: It’s like we’re having a match after the match!
America: This is unfair to Cassie. Coda wrestled at the top of Massive so she’s well rested. I knew there was a reason why I wasn’t going to like this Coda chick.
The two briefly break apart before Cassie lunges in low, driving her shoulder into Coda’s midsection and lifts her to run her back into the corner. Cassie drives her shoulder over and over into Coda’s ribs as Coda rains hammer fists down on her back! In a brief window of opportunity, when Cassie starts to rise, Coda grabs her and throws her around into the same corner and starts firing off forearms! She sets Cassie up for an Irish whip, sending the hoss gal hard into the other corner. Coda CHARGES IN and shoots for the Symphonic Elbow but Cassie throws her feet up and catches her in the chest, knocking her to the mat. Coda starts to get back up but Cassie’s already over her, pulling her up into position for the CSP!! Coda acts fast and yanks those tree trunk legs out from under her in a Double Leg Takedown and The Seoul Samurai pounces right on her, raining down punches! Cassie fires them right back as the two switch positions on the mat before Coda just goes into a full on ground and pound, causing Cassie to cover up near the ropes. Finally, Cassie pulls herself out of the ring with Coda trying to grab at her through the ropes.
Taj: Cassie hightailing it out of there while she still can.
America: It’s called a tactical retreat, Taj. Cassie is using her head.
Cassie backs up towards the ramp, holding her jaw. Smiling. She is smiling!! Coda holds onto the middle rope with a white knuckle grip and a fire not-often-seen in her eyes. Cassie back pedals up the ramp, strangely satisfied with the encounter as a group of referees pour from backstage and quickly get between her and Coda still in the ring. Cassie backs up onto the stage, smiling, laughing and nodding as “My Name Is Human” resumes and the shot ends with Coda just standing there, stoic as she watches Cassie leave.
Torres: The following is a SINGLES MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
“Hate Me Now” by Nas featuring Puff Daddy plays as the dapperly suited Joshua Samson makes his way out to a thunderous collective jeer from the attending crowd. THE Executive Representative swaggers his way down to ringside and has a seat at the commentators’ table with Taj and America.
Samson: Excuse me but I’m sure you ladies wouldn’t mind me sitting in on this match?
Taj: Go right on ahead. You’ll actually be able to give us a little bit more insight into this match.
America: This is going to be even more interesting than it was before.
Torres: Introducing first, from High Green, Sheffield….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds…standing at a height of five feet eleven inches...he represents The Fourthcoming….he is the Favorite Worst Nightmare…. BRIENNNNN STORRRRRRMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Brianstorm” by Arctic Monkeys plays as Brien Storm walks to the ring.
Taj: Brien doesn't look too terribly happy as he walks out here to the ring.
America: Would you if you were going against a member of your team?
Taj: I think that I would be able to put feelings aside and get the job done.
America: Regardless, this match is going to put a rift between these two no matter what the outcome is.
Samson: I honestly think that Brien and Bianca will put on the match of the year and afterward they will continue on dominating in 1WM.
Torres: And his opponent… from Malibu, California… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds...standing at a height of five feet nine inches…she represents The Fourthcoming...she is Miss 1WM….BIANCCCCAAAAA DAVIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS!
“Bad Bitch” by Bebe Rexha hits over the public address system, as the fans begin to boo loudly as the lights dim and a lone spotlight hits over the entrance way. As out from the back walking while doing her trademark beauty pageant wave is none other than The Queen B herself. She stops and poses arrogantly at the top of the ramp as the spotlight follows her down she keeps up her wave but staying far in the center to avoid the fans hands. As she then begins to point and giggle at them. She keeps up her supermodel-like strut down to the ring returning to giving the pageant wave as she then climbs up the stairs and puts her hands on her hips ordering the ref to lower the rope for her. As she enters under the bottom rope she poses arrogantly in the center of the ring before giving off her wave as she soaks in the boos.
Taj: Bianca is pompous and arrogant as always.
America: What’s wrong with that, Taj? You could stand a tad bit of arrogance in your life.
Samson: Very good point. Humble people don’t prosper in life.
The two stablemates start off by locking up in the center of the ring, pushing each other around as they both try to get control of the match. The two part before Brien shoves Bianca backward who then fires off a slap that echoes. She then follows it up with a kick to Brien’s left knee and an eye rake before hitting a spinning heel kick that sends Brien off into the ropes. When he comes rebounding back, she then hits him with Queen’s Makeover (sit out facebuster) before covering him.
One…
Tw…kick out!
Taj: A very ballsy attempt there by Bianca… going for a pin attempt very early in the match.
America: Well Bianca is pretty resourceful in the ring wouldn’t you say, Mr. Samson?
Samson: Without a doubt. I don’t give out my services to just anyone. That’s why what you’re seeing is the main event of Massive. Regardless of that match between the former lovers later tonight for the World championship, the Battle of Fourthcoming is the rightful main event.
Brien and Bianca are both quickly back up to their feet and Bianca goes to kick Brien’s left knee, but he counters and instead hits her with a snap dragon suplex, quickly following it up with a series of mounted forearms that he delivers directly across her face. She puts her arms up in an attempt to block him but he manages to get one between them. Bianca brings her leg up and kicks him in the inner thigh, causing him to back off of his offense and allowing her to get up to her knees. But before she can do anything else, Brien locks in a dragon sleeper as she starts to flail her limbs around. Eventually she’s able to start getting up to her feet, where she nails him with a few stiff elbows to the abdomen. Brien backs off… but it doesn’t last for very long as he comes charging back at her, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair. Without hesitation, he drives his right knee up into her abdomen before hoisting her up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position. He boasts a little bit by walking around for a few brief moments before he drops her down with her head ricocheting off his knee.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!
Taj: Brien almost had Bianca there!
Brien is visibly frustrated as he gets back up to his feet, pulling Bianca up by her arm. He wrenches her head back using another handful of hair and mutters something before spinning her around, looking to hit a one handed bulldog. But she is able to pull the wool over his eyes when she rakes her hands across his back before hitting a spinning heel kick that sends him stumbling back into the corner. Bianca then takes this opportunity and places her foot against his throat for a corner foot choke. He struggles against her foot as she applies more and more pressure before eventually relenting and letting him go. You can almost see the rage in her eyes as she watches him stumble out of the corner. She runs up behind him and hits a running bulldog. Both competitors are down on the mat, looking pretty gassed.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Bianca is up to her feet, pulling herself up to a vertical base by using the ropes.
Five…
Six…
Seven…
Brien is up to his feet but almost instantly falls back to his knees as Bianca smirks before charging forward again, this time hitting Coronation (shining wizard) and going for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… BIANCA DAVIS!
After the hardfought and grueling match up between both members of the Forthcoming Brien Storm and Bianca Davis. The two stand up and walk over even the fans are cheering though some boos for two of the most hated people in One Wrestling. Joshua Samson is clapping as he makes his way to ringside from the commentators’ table.
Taj: What a match between these two! A surprisingly clean match between these two, very competitive to say the least. Neither competitor should be ashamed of what they brought to the table tonight!
America: For once we can agree these two brought it on the line and at the last show of 2020 both Brien and my girl Bianca should not be overlooked by anyone!
The two partners soon eye each other closely before Brien sticks out his hand. Bianca looks with a smile on her face as she shakes his hand. They both have big smiles on their faces.
Taj: What sportsmanship! This is a night of surprises for sure.
All of a sudden out of nowhere Bianca quickly kicks Brien between the legs as the fans boo loudly. Bianca’s smile turns into an evil smirk.
America: You were saying, Taj?
Taj: What’s going on?! Why is Bianca doing this?!
Soon as Brien is down, he looks at Joshua, who has made it into the ring and has a huge grin on his face seemingly knowing this was to happen. The boos become even louder as Bianca does her trademark pageant wave before putting the boots down to Brien.
Taj: What on Earth is this?! What’s going on? Why is this happening?
America: For once I don’t have an answer. Though, I am sure Bianca and Joshua have very good reasons for this.
Bianca lifts Brien up, telling him that she is sorry about all of this. She bounces off the ropes and hits Coronation which sends Brien back down to the canvas! She poses smugly for the approval of her executive representative before asking for a microphone. Joshua hands one to her as she stands over Brien a smug proud expression.
Taj: Looks like we’re about to find out why?
Beaming with pride, Joshua stands closer to his client as the Queen B stood tall over her now former comrade in the Fourthcoming. The haughty blonde waits for the fans to quiet down. The smug heiress begins to speak.
Bianca Davis: I am sorry Brien really I am but it ddn’t have to be this way really but lets be honest here. I mean we had our fun for a while we were doing what we said we wanted to do and that was running roughshot all over these basics. But then what happened it all fell apart we were no longer getting opportunities the Queen B Miss 1WM hasn’t had even a shot at any title since September why? Instead we were forced into a stupid tag team tournament, then we had a tag team match last show again!
Bianca is speaking with venom feeling held back by management, as the fans boo her even louder.
Bianca Davis: And last show you were the one panned in a tag team match we should have won and I looked around and saw opportunities ones that rightfully belonged to me being passed to the other wrestlers here. So how do you all like me now huh?! So then this match at Massive got announced and once again management decided to screw with me by putting me against Brien here, and you know what? I decided right then and there with my fabulous representative Joshua here that I needed to make a statement tonight and as you can tell we did that. Now why this why now, and why you? Well we are getting that will you rude uggos shut up for five seconds?!
The fans boo get even louder as Bianca looks annoyed as she yells into the microphone.
Bianca Davis: I SAID SHUT UP! God your breath is so not flattering!
The boos only get louder as Bianca puts a hand on her hip in obvious annoyance. She looks down at the fallen Brien once again. Before returning her gaze to the camera.
Bianca Davis: You see 2021 is gonna be the year of Miss 1WM no longer am I gonna be held down. You see this if I am willing to do this to someone who I considered a friend then imagine the depths I will sink to to get what I want going forward. Cedric no longer will I just allow management to screw me time and time again! I came this close to being the world champion.
Bianca motions holding her fingers together very closely to emphasize her point.
Bianca Davis: And, in 2021 I will become a champion here in One Wrestling and there is nothing anyone can do to stop me. Because it's all about me it's all about Queen B Its all about Miss 1WM, and the Samson family. So this is the start now after this I have a list of demands I expect to start being met if not what happened tonight will pale in comparison to what happens. So take a look because you will be seeing more and more of this beautiful face on your screens. All hail the Queen B All hail Bianca Davis.
Bianca does a kiss face to the camera before blowing one to Brien. ”Bad Bitch” plays over the public address system. Bianca does her trademark pageant wave to her “adoring” public as Samson claps for her. She yells at a stage hand to lower the rope for her which they do as she exits holding the hand of Samson who lets her down to the floor. She blows kisses to the booing fans and the show then fades to backstage.
As Massive continues, we fade into an extreme close-up. A stylized unicursal hexagram colored bright pink rests at the center with a dark blue background. The zoom-out reveals that this is a disposable cloth face mask wrapped around the ears of 1WM’s newest signee, Coda! The mask covers her mouth and her nose, yet her piercing eyes are a gleaming shade of black. The camera continues to reveal her lean, athletic body in her sweaty ring gear she’s been wearing throughout the night. The liquid drips down the porcelain skin of her wiry arms, gently collecting at her buckled hand-forearm guards that match the same colors as her mask. In fact, her entire get-up is dark blue with thin bright pink accents throughout. She explores the backstage area when all of a sudden, the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion Arley Kirk approaches her!
Arley Kirk: Yuh, grrrl!
The Suicide Blonde, ever excitable, had recently gotten into her ring gear. She has gone for the maroon PVC skulls corset and ¾ tights combo for tonight. Arley had been pacing the halls and shadow boxing in preparation for her upcoming title defense. Arley was actually pretty happy to run into a familiar face at this moment. It's difficult to tell what Coda feels as Arley runs up and throws her arms around her, yet Coda definitely doesn't stop her! Arley senses the discomfort, however, and releases her.
Arley Kirk: I sees you, Coda! Welcome to One Wrestle Movement, hun! I mean, I gotta say, the way that you were introduced to certain members of this roster is kinda fakkin' embarrassing.
Arley pulls a face, thinking back on Cassie Morse.
Arley Kirk: But hey, what do YOU think about it all?
The Seoul Samurai looks down pensively, then looks back at Arley.
Coda: Cassie has attempted to gain your attention, but in her shortsightedness, she gained mine instead.
She speaks with a slightly different rhythm than Arley, her sweet voice a little flat but passionate all the same.
Coda: She hurt Mari. She hurt Lash. Repercussions were in order, yes?
Arley's face turns dark for just a second before she lets out a sigh.
Arley Kirk: I don't know just where the hell that she gets off going off like this because 'Oh wah wah wah, nobody's paying attention to me' doesn't quite cut it.
Arley raises a pierced eyebrow incredulously.
Arley Kirk: By deciding to target good people who were just going about their gotdang JOBS, Cassie has shown herself to be that coward who she flat out promised all this time that she ain't!
Arley looks as though she wants to punch the wall behind her, or perhaps the nearby vending machine, but she cools it.
Arley Kirk: Look, Coda. Cassie Morse shall be dealt with. Harshly. Ricky Stanton? He's about to lose more than what he's bargaining for. Any other monsters who happen to be hiding under our beds? They're much like the dormant volcanoes we hear so much about...
Coda: You cannot afford distractions. I will handle Cassie. It is what friends do.
Coda smiles behind her mask, and Arley playfully tries to goad Coda into a game of "slaps,” a dueling game that they play often and that Coda actually enjoys. It's a strategy game where your hands serve as the swords, and the target is your opponent's head. Coda grips her wrist and absent-mindedly, albeit instinctually, throws it away from her. Coda seems caught on a thought train.
Coda: Beat Graham.
With a punch to her own chest and a knowing smile, Arley turns to take her leave.
Arley Kirk: You betcha! And you wanna make Dean sorry that he ever asked, yuh?
Coda silently agrees. Arley nods and then heads down the hallway. The sounds of Arley's boots clacking against the stone floor grows more and more distant, yet to Coda's astonishment, the shrill and overly excitable voice of the 1WM champion as she cheerfully greets others does not. With that, Coda walks off in the opposite direction.
Torres: The following is a THREE WAY MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”Wild Child” by W.A.S.P plays as Griffin Hawkins makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first from Windsor, Ontario, Canada….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches...he is the Jukebox Hero….GRIFFINNNNN HAWKINNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Godzilla" by Eminem plays as Solomon Monster makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Compton, California….weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches...he is The Monster….SOLOMONNNNNNNN MONSTEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Judas” by Fozzy plays as Ricky Stanton makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Finally from Richmond, Virginia….weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds...standing at a height of six feet even….he is Pretty….RICKKKKYYYY STANTOOOONNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This one is going to me explosive, America. The animosity brewing between these three is off the charts.
America: I’ve been waiting on this match all month, Taj.
The referee looks at all three men. He then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
All three stare at one another cautiously as they wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen right away, Griffin Hawkins steps toward the center of the ring. He looks at both Ricky Stanton and Solomon Monster, gesturing for both men to give it their best shot. Solomon can’t help but laugh as Ricky decides that he’s going to step forward. The two men meet in the center of the ring and begin to exchange vicious shots with one another---neither man budging an inch. Blow after blow connects as Griffin finally begins to take control. He knocks Ricky back against the ropes and then shoots him across the ring---sending Ricky to the mat with a hiptoss! Griffin can’t help but grin at his success, though the confidence quickly fades as Solomon nearly takes his head off with a big clothesline!
Taj: Stuff like that is the problem with these triple threat matches…
America: You always need to be prepared for what the next man is going to do!
Solomon drags Griffin up and pounds away on his back with a series of clubbing blows. Griffin tries his hardest to fight back, but the blows are too much for him to deal with. Once Solomon takes control of the situation, he hoists Griffin into the air and slams him down to the mat with a big suplex! Griffin crawls over toward the nearest corner to pull himself back up to his feet. Unfortunately for him, Solomon is waiting---running toward Griffin and hitting him with a big splash for his efforts! Griffin falls to the mat as the fans show their disdain for Solomon. Monster then turns around and gets hit with an enziguri that sends him staggering! He tries to shake it off by shooting Ricky across the ring, though Stanton returns with a flying forearm smash that takes Solomon off of his feet!
Taj: We’ve seen what makes all of these men tick to start this one! We’ve got the power of Solomon, the athleticism of Griffin…
America: And the pure confidence of Ricky! I love it!
Solomon stumbles back up to his feet as Ricky runs and hits him with a knee strike! Ricky then notices that Griffin is charging toward him. Smirking, Ricky lifts Griffin into the air and slams him down to the mat with a flapjack! Ricky calls for the fans to cheer, which they shower him with jeers! Ricky then grabs Solomon by the head. Ricky tries to use the ropes to his advantage to deliver a tornado DDT, but Solomon dumps him out onto the apron! Ricky tries to make his way back into the ring, but a massive elbow shot from Solomon sends him crashing to the floor! Solomon smirks, but not for long as Griffin grabs him from behind and rolls Solomon up for the pin.
One...
Two...Solomon kicks out!
Both men make it back up to their feet. Griffin leaps into the air and hits Solomon in the mouth with a spinning heel kick! The impact knocks Solomon into the ropes. Solomon bounces off as Griffin tries to power Solomon into the air for a Samoan drop---showing some surprising strength in the process! Solomon manages to land on the mat behind Griffin, however, as he shakes his head. He grabs hold of Griffin and powers him into the air for a gorilla press slam! Ricky springboards into the ring and hits Solomon with a dropkick! Ricky hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: This has been back and forth so far, with no one really able to gain an advantage!
America: That’s what makes it so fun, though!
Ricky briefly considers continuing the attack on Solomon. He then stops himself and instead focuses his attention on Griffin. Ricky locks him into a front facelock and begins to try and wear Griffin down. Griffin tries to fight his way out of Ricky’s grasp. Perhaps sensing that Griffin is about to escape, Ricky sends him crashing to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Ricky hooks the leg.
One...
Two...Griffin kicks out!
Ricky waits for Griffin to start pulling himself back up to his feet. He sends him right back to the mat with a snapmare! Ricky then bounces off of the ropes and tries to get him into position for a running mafia kick---only to have Solomon cut him off with a lariat! Ricky crashes HARD to the mat! Solomon hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...Griffin breaks up the pin attempt!
Solomon tries to bring himself back up to his feet. Griffin bounces off of the ropes and plants Solomon on the mat with a bulldog! Solomon once again tries to bring himself back up to his feet. This time, Griffin tries to plant him on the mat with hurricanrana! Solomon catches Griffin in the air and slams him to the mat with a HUGE powerbomb! Solomon covers.
One...
Two...
TH...Ricky breaks up the pin attempt!
Taj: Oh wow!
America: These men are NOT giving their opponents an opening and that’s been a whole lot of fun to watch!
Ricky connects with a series of knee strikes to knock Solomon off balance! He then sends Solomon crashing to the mat with a diamond cutter ---hooking the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...Solomon powers out!!
Ricky shakes his head before grabbing Solomon up. Solomon powers his way out and shoves Ricky away. Ricky stumbles a few steps as Solomon charges. Just before he can do anything, Ricky responds by catching Solomon with a thumb to the eye! The impact sends Solomon stumbling around right before Griffin sends him crashing to the mat with a backstabber! Griffin drops on top of Solomon and covers.
One...
Two...Ricky breaks up the pin attempt!
Taj: I have no idea how someone is going to take control of this one!
Ricky drags Griffin up to his feet as the two men once again begin to exchange blows with one another in the center of the ring, much to the delight of just about every fan in attendance. They battle back and forth. Ricky is finally able to gain control as he catches Griffin in the jaw with a right fist! Griffin staggers around before Solomon grabs him from behind and slams him to the mat with a Samoan drop! Ricky tries to take advantage of the opening by grabbing hold of Solomon and hitting him with a series of forearm shots! He then tries to wrestle Solomon into position for another diamond cutter---only to have Solomon reverse and deliver a gutwrench suplex instead!
Taj: That has to be it!
The fans are on their feet as Solomon hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THRE...Ricky Stanton just barely breaks it up in time!
America: Or not!
Griffin hits Solomon with a knee trembler that sends him stumbling out to the floor. He then spins around and delivers a Shot In The Dark (superkick)! Griffin hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
TorresTorres: The winner of this match...Griffin Hawkins!!!
America: Griffin only needed one opening, but damn it, he made it count!
Taj: History was made tonight, America!
The referee holds Griffin’s arm high in the air as "Wild Child" by W.A.S.P plays in the arena and crowd goes wild. Outside of the ring, Solomon looks at Griffin. The two men lock eyes and stare each other down. Griffin then smirks as he gets back to his celebration but it is short-lived. From behind Ricky hits a lariat that knocks Griffin to the mat. The referee rolls out of the ring. Ricky tries to stomp his foot through Griffin's back as the crowd jeers his heinous actions.
Taj: Ricky is livid and he's taking his frustrations out on Griffin!
America: And here comes Solomon!
Solomon slides back into the ring and spears Ricky off of Griffin. He straddles Ricky and lands a few haymakers on his skull before Ricky answers back with a couple more of his own. While Solomon and Ricky land bombs on each other, Griffin gets up to his feet. He turns around and instinctively joins the fray as both men have gotten to their feet. Griffin starts landing shots on both men to the delight of the crowd.
Taj: They are going to have to get security in there to break this up!
America: No one in their right mind is going to be willing to separate these pissed off ring warriors!
Suddenly the lights inside the Staples Center go out and L'Orchestra Cinématique's epic remix of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" begins to play. An uneasy stillness comes over the crowd as the three men in the ring finally break their war of fists, each backing away cautiously as they stare out to see the source of the black out. The big screen over the entrance ramp displays the words "FORGET ME NOT" in white lettering followed by the name "THE FORGOTTEN ONE."
America: Now what?!
Taj: I don’t know but whoever this Forgotten One is, they've managed to stop Griffin, Solomon, and Ricky from killing each other!
America: This music sounds familiar, Taj.
A spotlight hits the ramp and a mysterious figure appears wearing a long hooded black and red coat.
Taj: I know! But this must be the unknown person leaving "Forget Me Not" tweets on the 1WM Twitter feed the past week!
America: But what does this... person have to do with Griffin, Solomon, and Ricky?
Taj: Wait a sec...! This is “Moonlight Sonata” playing! Goodness gracious, could it be?!
As Taj and America try to unravel the identity of the mystery figure, the hooded person has made it to the ring. He slides under the ropes and quickly is on his feet. The arena lights return as the hooded figure fearlessly faces off against the three combatants.
America: WHO?
Solomon tries to look under the hood but Ricky has had enough of the interruption. He swings at the hooded figure who ducks effortlessly, grabs his arm, jumps up and hooks Ricky's opposite arm with his legs and executes a crucifix driver! Ricky is driven head and neck first into the mat with a nasty thud. Ricky's eyes are glazed over before falling unconscious. The mystery person's hood falls back as he stands over Ricky. Brown shoulder length hair obscures the person's identity as the crowd starts to react. Suddenly the mystery person spits a large wad of saliva on the head of the fallen Ricky Stanton before slowly turning his head.
America: THE FORGOTTEN ONE HAS LAID OUT RICKY STANTON! WHO IS IT, TAJ?!
Before Taj can respond, the Staples Center crowd goes ape shit as the mystery person pushes his hair back showing his face to Griffin, Solomon, and the viewing audience. Griffin looks stunned. Solomon's mouth drops and his eyes nearly bug out.
Taj: HOLY CRAP! IT’S ERICK ST. JOHN! ERICK ST. JOHN IS BACK IN 1WM!
America: ARE YOU FOR REAL?! ERICK ST. JOHN IS THE FORGOTTEN ONE?!
The crowd noise is deafening in the Staples Center.
Taj: This is Los Angeles! We're in Erick St. John's hometown!
America: But I thought Erick St. John was suspended indefinitely from 1WM?
Taj: Well something drastically changed because Erick is back in One Wrestle Movement!
Erick St. John has a sinister smirk on his face as he looks at the crowd and shocks the wrestling world. Solomon's initial shock transforms into a cocky grin as he and Erick St. John lock eyes.
America: Uh-oh, I know that look!
Taj: I know what you mean! This Emeritus reunion is not going to be a good thing for Griffin Hawkins!
The crowd instantly changes its cheer to jeers as Erick St. John nods at Solomon before they turn their attention toward Griffin. Griffin is still amped from the triple threat match and he's ready to go again. He takes a defensive stance as the two Emeritus brothers stalk him.
Taj: Get out of there, Griffin!
America: These two are looking to pick up where they left off several months ago!
The words are barely out of America's mouth when Erick St. John lands a loud stiff superkick on the side of Solomon's head! Solomon's head snaps back like an wounded politician and falls flat on his back! The crowd goes nuts! Even Griffin smirks at Erick St. John's version of the superkick.
America: WHAT THE HELL?! I THOUGHT THEY WERE EMERITUS?!
Taj: ERICK ST. JOHN JUST SUPERKICKED SOLOMON MONSTER OUT COLD! AND EVEN GRIFFIN IS IMPRESSED!
Erick St. John stands over Solomon and says something to him that the microphones can't catch due to the crowd noise. Erick St. John then turns to Griffin and walks up to him. Griffin meets him halfway as he tightens his fists. Erick St. John just glares at him with a confident smirk on his face. Griffin tells Erick St. John if he wants to go, he's ready to go. Erick St. John just glares at Griffin before walking past him and exiting the ring. Griffin turns around and watches Erick St. John walk back up the ramp as Griffin's music start to play in the arena.
America: I don't understand what's going on here, Taj? First Erick makes a dramatic return to 1WM, calling himself the Forgotten One. Then he turns on his former Emeritus brothers, Solomon Monster and Ricky Stanton, and lays them out. Then he walks away from a challenge from Griffin Hawkins? I'm totally confused!
1WM Tag Team Championship Match
The Master Sisters (Moonlight and Aurora Master) vs. Agents of Chaos ("Pain Maker" Cain Dominguez and Lash Donohue)
Torres: The following match is for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP and its scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
”Love is a Parasite” by Blanck Mass plays as Moonlight and Aurora Master make their way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from London, England...weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and ten pounds...they are Moonlight and Aurora….THE MASTERRRRR SISTERRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Straight to Hell” by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing as the light dim with only red light’s filling the arena. Smoke fills the stage as Cain walks out on stage and at the top of the ramp he drops down to one knee looking like he saying a prayer, he then smacks the ground once and yells out a scream with a crazy look on his face as flames explode on the stage each side of the ramp. The flames remain as he walks down the ramp to the ring. Cain stops just before the step and looks down at the ground takes breaths before quickly looking back up flipping his wet hair, before walking up the steps and gets into the ring. Cain yells again as he shows is crazy look again as he grabs the top rope looking at the crowd as the lights return to normal.
The arena plunges into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage which moves in tune to the beat, there is a sudden explosion of fiery pyro and Lash gets a warm reaction as he leaps out from the backstage area at the same time.
Lash Donohue strides down the ramp confidently, his arms stretched out, slapping the hands which reach out. The fans get a lot more enthusiastic as Lash leaps up onto the barricade and shows off his agility. Lash reaches the end of the barricade wall and looks around, giving a somewhat cocky smirk as several flashbulbs go off while he leaps from the Wall to the ring apron, strikes his trademark pose and 'skins the cat'. Lash Donohue ascends to the top rope and gestures for the crowd to get louder before jumping down and awaiting his opponent.
Torres: In the ring at a combined weight of four hundred and fifteen pounds...they are the current….defending...and reigning 1WM Tag Team Champions...they are “The Pain Maker” Cain Dominquez and Lash Donohue….AGENTS OF CHAOOOOOOSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!!
Ruby Kirk: And it looks as though it’s gonna be Moonlight Master startin’ this 1WM Tag title match off against my stupid cousin, Marce.
Lash has a look of determination on his face as he circles and incites the fans into a rhythmic clap, while Moonlight seems to be getting angrier and angrier as she seeks an opening.
Marci D’ABruzzo: Stupid is as stupid does, Rubes. Yet it’s undeniable that Donohue has the fans on his side at this moment. However, it all may be for nought anyway, y’know?
The clapping and cheering gets progressively louder as Moonlight sees what she thinks is an opening and tries to throw a huge haymaker at Lash, yet he sidesteps and Moonlight almost finds herself being taken to the mat via a drop toe hold. Instead, Lash holds on, and there’s a huge laugh as he issues a smack upside the head which echoes. Moonlight shoves Lash off of her and they begin to circle again.
Marci D’ABruzzo: The Masters Sisters worked their damn asses off and won the All In tournament back in November to get on up to this point, yeah? They ain’t about to let the grodiest tag team in history continue on embarrassing those title belts! They’re gonna be bringin’ them home for the greater good!
The fan volume really picks up as they engage in a lock up finally, and it’s Moonlight who is fast to get the upper hand with a side headlock. Moonlight looks around and smiles broadly at the Massive crowd before she goes to take Lash over with a headlock takedown, yet Lash locks his feet in with hers and blocks. Lash delivers a back elbow to stun Moonlight and break free.
Ruby Kirk: WOAH, what a european uppercut!
Master wasn’t expecting it at all and it sent her staggering back, whereas Lash seized the opportunity to send the larger woman into the corner with a hard whip, and the collision causes Aurora to fall off the apron to the floor. The crowd volume picks up once more as Lash gives the signal and storms in.
Ruby Kirk: Corner cannon… nope…
Lash tries for his cannonball senton in the corner, and yet as usual, Moonlight moves out of the way and it leaves Lash prone in the tree of woe.
Marci D’ABruzzo: I don’t know why this idiot keeps trying to do that same thing and failing miserably. He definitely deserves this double team!
The crowd roars their disapproval as Moonlight tags in Aurora and both of them take turns to lay kicks and stomps into Lash until the referee forces them to break it up and give him some room. Aurora gives the referee an innocent smile and holds her hands up in the air. The fans BOOO as Moonlight drags Lash down to the mat and proceeds to choke him in the background.
Ruby Kirk: Heh. It was a good strategy while it lasted. Ta be honest, I think this kid likes it, though.
The ref allows both sides the space they need to get back to their feet and Aurora and Lash lock up this time. Go behind by Aurora and a german suplex attempt but the crowd volume picks up as Lash lands on his feet behind her and nails her in the back of the head with a pivoting roundhouse!
Marci D’ABruzzo: Fast hammerlock legsweep DDT by Donohue! Ugh...he’s always going for this red herring BS!
The crowd volume picks up again as Lash holds on and tries to roll Aurora into La Magistral cradle, but she hangs on and Lash ends up in her patented sneaky rolling pin!
One...
Aurora manages to get his shoulders to the mat on the first roll.
Two...
Again with the precision timing.
THR....
This time, the crowd volume really picks up as Lash manages to use Aurora’s own momentum to catch her legs and drop her on her back!
Ruby Kirk: Can he turn her over?! DONOHUE DEATHL..
There is a visible phew from Moonlight in the corner as Aurora manages to evade via monkey flip. Both competitors to their feet and Aurora evades and runs forward as Lash tries for his flying snapmare, getting the tag to Moonlight as Lash gets the tag to Cain Dominguez.
Ruby Kirk: Woah and this Dominguez guy be burstin’ outta them gates, Marce! He’s cleanin’ house!
Moonlight spins around and finds herself eating a face full of clothesline, as does Aurora who runs in and tries to intervene. Big boot to Moonlight sends her sprawling into the corner. The crowd both laughs and cheers as Cain Dominguez beckons to his much smaller tag partner with a playful, yet somewhat wicked grin. Lash gets a laugh of his own as he gives Cain a thumbs up and climbs in. Aurora is getting to her feet and with a sudden enziguri, Aurora goes down hard and the crowd marvels at the *snap* sound that Lash’s feet made against her head. Lash kips up and grins mischieviously and then for some reason, runs full pelt at his own partner.
Marci D’ABruzzo: D...did Cain just release german suplex his own partner onto Aurora Master?!
Ruby Kirk: By gawd I think he did! Donohue hustles on out! Cover by Dominguez
One...
Two...
T..
Marci D’ABruzzo: Kick out at two and a half! We got ourselves a tag team championship match here, folks! I gotta agree with The Headhunters! Ya know, it’s about damn time!
Cain goes to quickly drop the leg on Aurora, yet gets all of nothing as Aurora deftly moves out of the way. This allows Aurora the space she needs to find her footing and snap off an ugly, yet effective looking shining wizard!
Ruby Kirk: Fakkin’ LOVE moves like that! Cover!
One...
Two...
THR…Lash dives in and breaks up the count, yet only to be yanked to his feet and hauled into the corner by Moonlight.
Marci D’ABruzzo: Oh. You all say “Fakk”. It’s the darnedest thing.
As the referee tries to break up Moonlight’s impromptu beatdown on Lash in the corner, Aurora lays into Cain with forearm shots as she hauls the big man up. The crowd cheers as almost in unison, Cain and Lash catch the strike of their opponent and send them flying with a vicious lariat - Cain of the standard variety which turns Aurora inside out, and Lash with the leg variety which sends Moonlight crashing to the outside.
Ruby Kirk: Dominguez draggin’ that groggy ass Aurora Master up to her feet and he’s sending her off for the Irish whip..
Lash is poised in the corner to supply reinforcement as Dominguez gets into position.
Marci D’ABruzzo: Fade to Bla..
The fans roar their approval as Aurora finds a way to dodge the claymore kick from Dominguez, and this leaves the big man stumbling. Meanwhile, there are some BOOOs as Cassie Morse appears on the 1WM Tron, cackling evilly.
Marci D’Bruzzo: Donohue is hopping mad right now! He’s completely lost focus!!
Ruby Kirk: Aurora with the back elbow to Dominguez, she bends him over backwards!
As Cassie Morse disappears from the screen, Lash finally calms the hell down and reverts back to the behavior of a sensible man, but it’s too late.
Marci D’Abruzzo: She calls that The Mastermind!! Master with the cover!!
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Lash gets in a split second too late to break up the pin and the bell goes. Lash looks devastated as he sits there in a kneeling position.
Torres: Here are your winners, via pinfall, and your NEEEEEEWWWWW 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS - Aurora and Moonlight - they are THE MAAAAASTERRR SISSSSTERS!!!
As Lash quietly tends to Cain, Aurora and Moonlight get their hands on their new titles and raise them high, enjoying their Massive Moment.
Marci D’ABruzzo: I always said that boy had the attention span of a gnat and I was always right! And look at that, it’s cost him. We have ourselves some new tag team champions, Ruby!
Ruby Kirk: Agreed, though. Dominguez is probably going to go on some kinda murderous rampage or something when he finally realizes where the hell he is and what the hell’s going on, D’Abruzzo. Let’s be gettin’ us a break, huh Massive?
We head backstage where we find Mari Moon talking to the new tour coordinator for the upcoming 1WM World Domination Tour, Sandra Rose. The conversation is already in progress.
Mari Moon: If you want my two cents, I'd keep my distance from them. They can be quite... difficult. Other than that, I don't see you having a hard time working with the rest of the roster.
Sandra puts her hand on Mari's shoulder.
Sandra Rose: Thank you so much for the advice, Mari. I appreciate it. I don't want to screw this up. I've wanted to get back into the business for a while now and I see this as my big opportunity.
Mari gives Sandra a reassuring smile.
Mari Moon: You will do great, Sandra. I know it. And I'm here for you if you need a sounding board.
Sandra nods and notices that something has caught Mari's eye behind her.
Mari Moon: Speaking of big opportunities... look!
Sandra turns around to see what Mari is referring to. When she turns around, Erick St. John is heading towards the exit. Before Sandra can say anything, Mari has microphone in hand and rushes to intercept. Sandra and the cameraperson follow close behind.
Mari Moon: Erick St. John! It's me, Mari Moon!
Erick stops and slowly turns around to face Mari. Mari is ready with her questions as Sandra and the cameraperson catch up.
Mari Moon: Erick St. John, you've shocked us all with your return! You must know that I have a million questions for you. But first things first, why did you come back? Are you back for good?
The impromptu interview from Mari doesn't seem to phase Erick but he doesn't answer. He does notice Sandra Rose behind Mari. Sandra can feel his piercing eyes lock on hers. Mari tries to interject another question but Erick's eyes remain on Sandra.
Mari Moon: Why did you turn on your Emeritus brothers tonight?
Erick maintains his silence but doesn't break his eye-lock with Sandra. Mari attempts another question.
Mari Moon: The Forgotten One. Why are you calling yourself the Forgotten One, ESJ?
Mari is finally able to break through as Erick turns towards her with a steely glare. Just when Mari thinks Erick is going to answer one of her questions, he opens the exit door and walks out.
Mari Moon: ESJ? Erick? Damn it!
The door closes behind him. Sandra continues to look towards the direction of the exit door. Mari looks at her expression.
Mari Moon: Sandra, you okay?
Sandra snaps out of her thoughts.
Sandra Rose: What? Yeah, Mari, I'm good. So that's Erick St. John? I thought of him differently.
Mari frowns a bit.
Mari Moon: Usually he has no problem talking about his favorite subject... himself. Something's changed.
Sandra Rose: Maybe he's changed.
Mari Moon: I don't know. Guys like ESJ rarely change. But you definitely got his attention.
Sandra brushes Mari's comment off.
Sandra Rose: No. I'm the new girl, remember? I better get back to Cedric's office to sign my contract. Catch you later?
Mari Moon: Definitely.
Mari and Sandra go their separate ways. Mari walks away disappointed and puzzled.
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Leo Cook versus "The Real Rock n Rolla" Jacob Striker
Torres: The following match is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
”Cold Blooded” by Zayde Wolf plays as Leo Cooke makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Davenport, Iowa...weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds….standing at a height of six feet four inches...he is the challenger...LEOOOOO COOOOOOOKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Necessary Evil" by Motionless in White feat. Jonathan Davis plays as Jacob Striker, Pride title around his waist, makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York...weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is the current...reigning...and defending Pride of 1WM Champion...he is the Real Rock n Rolla...JACOOOBBBBBB STRIKEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This should be a hard hitting affair between two very hard hitting men, America.
America: And add in it’s for the Pride title it’s going to be intensity tenfold.
The referee looks at both men to make sure they’re ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell as the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Perhaps sensing that he needs to get off to a quick start, Jacob Striker runs across the ring and immediately tries to get things started with a series of hard right hands. Blow after blow connects as Cook stumbles back against the ropes. Striker hits him in the chest with a hard chop, and then a second.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOO!
The Champ then shoots Cook across the ring and waits for him to come back on the rebound, leaping into the air and catching him with a knee strike! Cook staggers up to his feet groggily, as Striker grabs hold of him from behind and immediately hoists Cook into the air for a German suplex! He bridges it into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Talk about a quick start to this match!
America: This man knows that he doesn’t have a lot of options if he wants to succeed!
Taj: I don’t know that that’s true…
Leo Cook tries to drag himself back up to his feet, creating a bit of space between himself and Striker in the process. Striker tries to close the gap almost immediately though Leo responds by getting a foot in the air and kicking him in the jaw! Striker staggers as Leo closes the gap and delivers a series of quick strikes. He kicks Striker in the ribs and gets him to double over in pain. Leo tries to grab hold of Striker to pull him into position for a belly to belly, only to have Striker spin out of it! Striker shoves Leo away and tries to get him into position for a bicycle kick. Leo ducks underneath the attempt. He waits for Striker to turn around before leaping into the air---hitting him with a perfectly timed dropkick! Striker crashes to the mat as the challenger leaps into the air again---landing on his chest with a double stomp! He then drops on top of Striker and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...Striker kicks out!
Striker tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Leo runs at him and tries to deliver a swinging neckbreaker, though Striker blocks the attempt. He tries to set Leo up for an Orton-esque backbreaker. Leo spins out of Striker’s grasp and leaps into the air, planting him on the mat with a jumping DDT! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover once again.
One...
Two...
T...KICKOUT!
Taj: This has been an exciting back and forth match, though I don’t know why anyone would expect anything less.
Leo looks down at Striker and bounces off of the ropes, landing a leg drop to continue wearing him down. Leo then grabs hold of Striker and tries to pull him back up to his feet. He tries to hoist Striker up, but Striker blocks the attempt. Striker pounds away on Leo with a series of strikes before shoving him away. Leo struggles to regain his footing. Striker shoots Cook into the nearest turnbuckle! Striker charges in and delivers a running clothesline! He then pulls Cook toward the middle of the ring and hoists him into the air, delivering a Northern Lights suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
TH...KICKOUT!!
Cook tries to roll back up to his feet. Striker charges and connects with a knee strike that sends Leo staggering. Striker grabs hold of him and delivers a backbreaker.
One...
Two...
THR...KICKOUT!!
Taj: You were saying?
America: It’s not over yet, Taj….don’t you worry. It’s not over yet.
Leo Cook is slow to pull himself back up to his feet as Jacob Striker grabs hold of him. He delivers a European uppercut, and then a second, and then a third. Leo staggers back from the impact. Striker tries to shoot him across the ring. Cook reverses the attempt as Striker stumbles toward him. Cook lifts him into the air and delivers a fallway slam! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICKOUT!!
America: Every single time Leo goes for the pin attempt, I can’t help but think that this might be over.
Taj: Striker is a fighter!
Leo calls for the fans to show him support, which some do without hesitation. He smirks as he grabs hold of Striker and drags him up to his feet. He hits Striker with a series of quick strikes before backing him up against the ropes. He shoots Striker across the ring and waits for him to come back on the rebound---only to have Striker throw himself at Cook with a big spear!
The fans are on their feet as Striker grabs hold of Cook and tries to drag him up to his feet. He gets Cook into position for The Last Surprise (slingblade) but Cook is able to spin his way out of it! Cook pauses for a moment before leaping in the air and trying to hit Striker with an enziguri! Striker ducks out of the way as Cook hits the mat. Cook tries to drag himself back up to his feet---only to have Striker step forward, lift him up, and hit him with The Apocalypse (Emerald Flowsion)! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL Pride of 1WM Champion...Jacob Striker!!!
Taj: This was a huge win in a big moment for Jacob Striker!
America: Wow!
The referee hands Striker the Pride Championship and holds it high in the air as the fans cheer. Cook drags himself back up to his feet as Striker looks at him for a moment. He briefly extends a hand for Leo to shake and Leo glares at him.
Taj: I didn't expect to see this. What a show of sportsmanship by Leo.
America: Blah. It’s sickening.
Leo suddenly steps forward and blasts Striker in the mouth with a hard right hand. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Striker stumbles back from the impact, dropping his championship belt in the process. Kris picks up the belt and looks at it for a moment before running forward and blasting Striker with it! Striker hits the mat hard! Leo glares down at him for a moment. He then drops the belt onto Striker's chest and heads toward the back.
Beginning January 30th 2021
Live from Arenas México in Mexico City, Mexico
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
“Guillotine” Graham Baker versus “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk
“Forever" by Run The Jewels plays over the sound system and Graham Baker makes his way down to the ring.
Taj: It’s main event time and we are in for a historic World 1WM Championship match that a lot of people have been talking about.
America: Yes, for better or for worse!
Taj: Nonetheless, we’re here and the challenger is planning on making a statement here tonight!
"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.
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.
Taj: The World Champion making an entrance here that if you’ve been listening to this woman all year, should shock absolutely no one.
America: It’s noble, but looking at her face, I think the reality of the situation is setting in with her….she’s about to defend the World Championship against her best friend!
Torres: This contest is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION and is for the 1WM WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
The attending crowd in the Staples Center explodes with cheers.
Torres: Introducing the challenger from London, England….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds...standing at a height of five feet eleven inches…he is a former Pride of 1WM Champion…..he is The Guillotine….GRAHAAAAMMMMM BAKEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The crowd gives quite the ovation to Graham, who bounces in his corner anxiously while staring across at Arley.
Taj: Looks like this Los Angeles crowd is giving Graham a nice reception!
America: I can see the nerves in his eyes!
Taj: And can you blame him?
America: Not at all! Just saying!
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 current, reigning, and defending 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...this is "The suicide blonde"....ARLEYYYYYYY KIRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arley doesn’t react to the loud reaction from the crowd and instead walks toward the center of the ring, where Graham meets her. The referee checks to make sure both wrestlers are ready and then signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Kirk and Baker circle around each other for a few seconds and then raise their hands up, before diving in for a tie-up. Baker quickly spins around, wrapping his arms around Arley’s waist. Arley squirms, looking for a way to escape from Baker’s grip. Graham lifts Arley and slams her on her stomach and quickly spins around on top of Arley, grappling her head. Graham pushes his weight down on Arley, but Arley pushes to her feet and breaks free of Graham’s grasp before snagging him in a headlock. Graham pushes Arley against the ropes and tries to whip her off him, but Arley buckles down and drags Graham to the mat, still with the headlock locked on. Arley tries to keep the pressure on Graham to keep him down, but Graham brings himself and Arley to a vertical case. He pushes Arley against the ropes again and this time successfully throws her off and whips her to the ropes. On the rebound, Graham takes Arley down with a shoulder bump. Graham then runs and bounces against the ropes, hopping over Arley who turns onto her stomach. Arley springs up looking for a dropkick, but Graham holds onto the ropes, causing Arley to crash and burn! Graham quickly hops on Arley and rolls her up.
One...
Tw...kick out!
Taj: Back and forth start to this match!
America: I wonder how long it’s going to take for this to break down to a slug fest?
Taj: Maybe with two other competitors I would be right with you, but these two have a different relationship…
America: You just wait and see, Taj!
Graham smirks as both he and Arley get to their feet. Arley seems to nod approvingly before dashing at Graham, grabbing and then tripping him up by the leg. Before Arley can do anything however, Graham uses his leg strength to push her off and backwards onto the mat. Arley scrambles back up to her feet as soon as Graham does and Graham quickly snags her in a headlock. Arley attempts to lift Graham up while in the headlock but Graham uses the momentum to flip Arley over her side, keeping her in the headlock. Arley lifts her legs and pulls Graham down into a head scissors. Graham wriggles, his head caught between Arley’s legs, and then flips over so that he’s on top of Arley, who then quickly wraps her arms around Graham’s waist. In a feat of impressive strength, both power up to their feet and Arley pulls Graham into a backslide pin!
One...
Graham rolls backwards out of the pin and runs, looking for a clothesline. Arley ducks underneath, pulling Graham’s arms so that he’s in a position for a backslide again. Graham is able to reverse, spinning around and wrapping his arms around Arley’s waist, shoving her into the ropes. Graham looks to pull Arley back with him, but Arley holds on to the ropes, causing Graham to flip backwards. Arley turns around and looks to attempt a superkick, but Graham immediately drops down to the mat to avoid the move.
Graham runs at Arley who side steps and throws Graham over the top rope. Graham holds on however, landing on the apron. Graham leaps up on the top rope and dives off, looking for a crossbody but Arley catches him! Arley goes to throw Graham onto her shoulders, but Graham lands behind Arley and charges Arley’s body forward, throwing her over the top rope. Arley holds onto the top rope as well, her feet dangling over the mat on the outside of the ring. Arley pulls herself up, “skinning the cat” and putting herself back into the ring. Arley turns around, right into a tackle from Graham, sending both through the middle rope crashing to the outside!
Taj: Both Arley and Graham crash and burn!
America: It’s symbolic of their friendship going up in flames!
Arley Kirk and Graham Baker grip their backs. Graham is up first. He brings Arley up to her feet and chops her across the chest!
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!
The sound echoes throughout the arena as Arley clutches her chest in pain. She responds with a chop of her own that’s a bit louder, causing Graham to recoil and drop down to a knee.
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!!
Graham growls with anger, holding his own chest. Arley grabs Graham and then rolls him back into the ring as the referee gets to a five ring out count. Arley takes a second to get onto the apron and Graham capitalizes, sweeping Arley’s feet from underneath her, sending her sprawling again to the outside!
Graham steps out onto the apron, looks behind him, but before he can do anything, Arley tucks her head underneath Graham’s legs and lifts him onto her shoulders. Arley maneuvers Graham away from the apron and starts to move forward, but Graham drops down behind Arley and shoves her forward into the barricade! Graham tosses her into the ring. Graham climbs the top rope and as Arley gets to her feet, dives off and takes her down with a missile dropkick! Graham goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
T...Arley gets the shoulder up!
Taj: We almost had a new World Champion!
The World Champion rolls onto her side to get to her feet. Graham grabs onto her by the back of the head. Graham puts Arley into a suplex position and then lifts her up onto the top rope. Graham chops Arley across the chest and then does it a second time, causing the champion to recoil.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOOO!
Graham climbs onto the second rope but Arley chops him as soon as he does!
Crowd: WOOOO!
Graham maintains his position, but Arley levels him with a second chop, sending Graham into a Tree of Woe position. Arley climbs up on the top rope and then leaps off, drilling Graham with a double stomp to the chest! Graham crumples to the mat. Arley rolls him over to his back, going for the pin.
One...
Two...
T...Graham kicks out!
Taj: Both Graham and Arley promised they would bring it tonight and they have lived up to the promise.
America: They also promised there would be loads of blood and broken bones.
Taj: The match isn’t over yet.
The challenger, clutching his chest, rolls over to the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. Arley sizes Graham up before stepping forward, looking for a superkick. Graham catches Arley’s foot and throws it down. He then grabs Arley and tosses her over the top rope to the outside with a belly to belly suplex! Arley lands hard on the outside! Graham ascends to the top rope, his back toward Arley. The Suicide Blonde staggers to her feet just as Graham leaps to the outside, taking Arley down with a moonsault! The crowd erupts in cheers for the maneuver.
Absorbing some of the blow himself, Graham rolls off of Arley. Graham rises to his feet, looking at a struggling Arley. Graham helps Arley to her feet and rolls her into the ring. Graham slides in after but when he tries to go for a cover, the champ rolls away. Graham grabs Arley by the legs, trying to maneuver into a submission, but Arley kicks him backwards. Graham gets to his feet, right in time for Arley to hit him with Angeldust (superkick)! Graham goes down and Arley hooks the leg.
One...
Two...Baker kicks out!
Taj: We are seeing the most competitive nature out of these two!
America: Friends, lovers, enemies.
Arley takes a second to catch her breath before making her way over to the turnbuckle. She ascends it and then prepares herself with Graham still down on the mat. Arley dives off, looking for Tiger Grace (A beautiful take on the Phoenix splash with INSANE hang-time and an additional corkscrew rotation right at the point of impact). Graham blocks it with a set of knees to Arley’s stomach! Arley holds her midsection as she gets to her feet, where Graham is ready to hit her with Sacred Slayer (single leg high knee)!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!!!
Graham hooks Arley’s leg for the pin.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICKOUT!!
Taj: THAT CLOSE! THAT CLOSE!
Graham immediately grabs Arley’s legs and locks her in a figure four leg lock! Arley’s eyes widen in pain as Graham has the hold locked in securely! Arley grits her teeth and clenches her hands together as she oscillates between trying to make it to the ropes and falling back down to the mat in pain. Arley’s shoulders hit the mat and the referee counts the fall.
One...
Two...Arley sits back up and is immediately back into the pain of the hold again.
America: We are about to have a new World Champion, Taj.
Taj: Arley hasn’t submitted yet.
Arley begins to turn her body, trying to reverse the momentum of the hold, causing Graham to turn his body to fight it off as well. After a few seconds of battling, Arley is able to turn over the hold, locking Graham in an Indian deathlock!
Taj: It’s Graham’s turn to be in agony!
Graham reaches toward the ropes, trying to break the hold. Graham is able to get his hand on the bottom rope, forcing a break. Both lay there for a few moments, the crowd showing their appreciation. Arley is first to begin making it to her feet and waits for Graham to get to his. Graham is midway up when Arley runs and plants him with AK-95 (Cartwheel cravate cutter)! Arley manages to roll Graham over for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!!!
Taj: Graham kicked out!
America: Arley hit him with her finisher and Graham still managed to kick out at the last millisecond!
Arley sits up, the fatigue in her eyes and over her body. Suddenly she smirks and looks down at Graham. Arley slowly gets to her feet and uses the energy she has to try and lift Graham to his. Before she can do anything, she’s caught off guard with a hard chop across the chest from Graham!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
Arley then responds with a chop across the chest herself!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
A chop from Graham!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
A chop from Arley!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
Graham! Arley!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
Graham!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
Arley!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
The exchange of chops gets more rapid, furious, and loud until Arley kicks Graham in the stomach and snaps off a DDT! Arley finds her way on top of Graham for a cover.
One…
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
Taj: Arley digging into the bottom of her bag with that DDT…
America: But Graham was able to kick out!
Arley Kirk sits on her knees, gathering herself, looking like she’s contemplating her next move. She then reaches over and grabs Graham by the hair, slowly dragging him up to his feet. Out of nowhere, Graham gets a surge of energy, kicks Arley in the stomach, and plants her with Ground Zero (double underhook tiger bomb)! Graham falls back onto the mat, his strength seemingly sapped, but then manages to turn and drape an arm over Arley for the pin.
One...
Two...
THRE—at the last second Arley gets the shoulder up!
America: We could have had a new champion there! I thought that was it!
Taj: These two know each other so well! You have to believe that they have practiced these moves and even perfected them together!
The Staples crowd is cheering loudly and firmly on their feet as both Arley and Graham lay exhausted next to each other on the mat, breathing heavily. Graham begins to stir first, rising to a vertical base while Arley is still on the mat. Graham looks at the turnbuckle and slowly begins to climb up it, his back toward the ring. Graham stands up on top and then dives off, looking for a coffin drop but Arley moves out of the way at the very last second!!
Taj: Nothing there for Graham as Arley maintain her wits and was able to get out of the way!
America: I can only think that Graham has exhausted everything possible to keep Arley down that he had to go high risk.
Graham hits the mat hard and Arley sees her opening. With a burst of adrenaline, Arley lifts Graham up, sets him up and then hits him with another AK-95! Arley listlessly rolls Graham over onto his back and hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Tores: Here is your winner...AND STILL 1WM World Heavyweight...Arley Kirk!
Taj: What a battle we’ve seen tonight between two former friends but in the end Arley Kirk retains her championship!
America: Even I have to give credit to Graham Baker.
The referee hands a kneeling Arley her championship belt but she immediately turns his attention to Graham. Arley gets to her feet and raises the World title belt for Graham to see. Arley, satisfied, turns and attempts to leave the ring. Visibly angry, Graham grabs Arley, spins her around, and drops her with Clean The Blade (pumping bomber lariat)!
Taj: This is unnecessary!
America: Graham’s just sending a message to Arley that this is far from over!
Security swarms the ring, but Graham snatches Arley’s belt, glares at it, before tossing it back down onto Arley’s lifeless body.
Arley Kirk [voice-over]: Twelve months. Twelve long-ass months.
The fans pop mildly for these words, and there is a ‘WOAH’ in certain sections as the image of a crimson mask wearing Arley clutching her title appears on the screen for just a second and then reverts to an infinitely more charming image of AK with her angel wings. Arley seems pretty carefree in this shot, giggling and blowing bubbles in a public park.
Arley Kirk [voice-over]: Don’t let anyone tell ya that a year can’t make a difference in ya.
A ninety second montage of Arley’s 2020 1WM footage pops by on screen. It’s set to the tune of No Doubt’s cover of “It’s my life” and the viewer can see snippets of AK winning the gold back in ‘19 through all the trials and tribulations of the various occurrences throughout the year, but most importantly, it shows all of the hard hitting moments of the various defences. Most prominently, we catch the Legendary VI match which included Brien Storm and Arley’s opponent for tonight himself, Graham Baker. All of a sudden, the music grinds to a halt.
Arley Kirk [voice-over]: Take that statement any which way ya know how to take it, yall. Nothing and nobody coulda prepared us for the year that was..
Without warning, the red brick wall onscreen is sliced right down the middle by a guillotine blade which drops from above. In an eye opening visual, the wall begins to bleed from its wounds. Thick, red blood which soon begins to fill up the screen and the room itself.
Arley Kirk [voice-over]: Just because we, or I, can never anticipate what’s on that horizon that I can’t quite make out.
A quick home video shot of Arley wiping out on her surfboard pops up on the screen.
Arley Kirk [voice-over]: Just because I get blindsided by the day to day occurrences from time to time.
A quick shot of Graham betraying AK at All In comes up on the screen and the crowd in the arena starts to BOOOO and chant at Baker.
Arley Kirk [voice-over]: Just because sometimes it seems like we’re faced with some kinda insurmountable task..
The fans are confused as we quickly go back to a shot of the dying wall, yet they are louder than they have been throughout this entire bit as The Angel Faced Assassin appears in her locker room on screen. AK is pacing excitedly, the fabled 1WM World Heavyweight championship strapped around her waist. Sure, Arley may have had to make a special notch so that she can achieve such a feat, but the champ is here! She’s all suited up and ready for tonight’s ‘festivities’.
Arley Kirk: It don’t mean that we ain’t herefor it, yo!!
Arley smacks the front of the title plate as she gets a loud positive reaction from the fans in the venue.
Arley Kirk: I want y'all to stop what cha doin’ right now you guys!
There is an increasing hush as the fans fall silent, anticipating the champion’s next move.
Arley Kirk: I want ya’ll to repeat after me. FAKK ADVERSITY!!!
The fans pop for this real quick, and then.
Crowd: FAKK ADVERSITY!!!!
Arley Kirk: HUH?? What’d y'all say? You ain’t loud enough! Sing it!
Crowd: FAKK ADVERSITY!!!!
Arley winks at them and this achieves another pop.
Arley Kirk: Hell to the YEAH, fakk adversity! It’s this kinda stuff that has urged me ON through dang near twelve months of defences, you guys! It’s this fire, man. It’s the spirit! Fear? Bah. It’s all ‘bout being the most shit scared person in the gotdang room, and yet not showing an ounce of it! All this and a hardcore fitness regime has kept me here on the top of the pile here at One Wrestle Movement for a long ass time!!
The crowd excitement had steadily been building as Arley spoke.
Arley Kirk: Of course, everything I work my ass off for? Everything I have just been talkin’ about?
Arley grins broadly and paces just a little bit before returning her gaze to the camera. AK unstraps her title and slings it up over her shoulder.
Arley Kirk: It goes into practice with no more intensity than it ever has tonight! The Guillotine? Graham… gotdang ...Baker…
Arley’s somewhat pleased expression slowly faded to what could still be considered a grin, yet could also be considered malicious.
Arley Kirk: Tonight, you sonofabitch!
The fans express their shock, as AK isn’t normally so openly crude.
Arley Kirk: It’s ALL OVER tonight, Bakey boy! The buck stops here, and so does all the bullshit! You and me. Not a stipulation in sight. Just we two, that One Wrestle Movement ring.
Arley audibly cracks her fingers, grimacing as her gaze never leaves the camera.
Arley Kirk: And our bare freakin’ hands!!!
Arley laughs, and the fans express more confusion as Arley’s laugh sounds somewhat sinister. Arley returns her gaze to the camera one more time.
Arley Kirk: Believe you me, OneDub faithful. It’s all that The Guillotine and The Coyote ever truly needed!
Arley shoots the screen, and in turn, the viewer a sideways grin over her shoulder as her bit suddenly cuts out.
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Explosions light up the Staples Center air as the year end super show is kicking off. The main lights cut on as blue and black balloons fall from the air onto the capacity crowd holding their many signs, banners, and posters that show their love or hate for the 1WM roster. Among the creativeness of the loyal patrons is a sign that reads “GIVE ME THE TAG TITLES SINCE THEY’RE NOT BEING USED RIGHT”.
The camera keeps going, stopping on the commentary desk that is now being occupied by Taj Monroe-Hennessy, all decked out in evening gowns as they begin to take their seats and fix on their headsets. Getting comfortable, Taj and America look out over the vast crowd raising the roof with ear piercing cheers. All throughout the Staples Center holiday decorations are placed up. Christmas trees, mistletoe, and garland are hung throughout the arena. Alongside the ring are tables stacked with different colored wrapped presents.
The camera centers on the host table.
Taj: GOOD EVENING AND WELCOME TO MASSIVE!! I am Taj Monroe-Hennessy with America Vaughn and we are LIVE on Stanton Entertainment Network! And what a NIGHT we have in store!
America: So without delay and even less talking from you, Taj, let’s jump right into the wrestling action.
Taj: We might as well. To start us off the Glory commentating team of Ruby Kirk and Marci D’Abruzzo will be on the stick.
America: Ruby Kirk? Who the hell is that….I thought her name was Krystal?!
Taj: Ruby is yet another Kirk cousin, America. She has been brought in to sub for Krystal while she is out on maternity leave.
America: And people think nepotism is dead.
Debut Match
Coda vs. Dean Wolf
Coda vs. Dean Wolf
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
"Of Wolf and Man" by Metallica plays as Dean Wolf makes his way to the ring.
Ruby Kirk: This Dean Wolf guy really does seem to have the instincts that fall in line with his name, D’Abruzzo!
”My Name Is Human” by Highly Suspect plays as Coda makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Seoul, South Korea...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds...standing at five feet six inches...she is CODDDDDAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Dean Wolf strides confidently forward into the center of the ring as opposed to Coda’s seemingly carefully placed actions. Coda watches his hands and footwork as they circle and she is able to quickly fend off the little jabs and kicks that Dean sends her way in an effort to throw her off. Eventually, the cat and mouse game is over and the two stride forward to lock up. Wolf is rather clever as he distracts the referee by “clumsily” stepping on his toes while he feigns going for the lock up with Coda. The crowd BOOOs as Wolf nails her with a dual eye poke instead, and they get a little louder as Dean capitalizes and proceeds to lay in with a brutal array of kicks and punches, quickly dropping Coda to the mat.
Marci D’Abruzzo: Heck you ain’t kiddin’ about that, Smart Kirk! Guy’s relentless!
The crowd disapproval grows as Wolf proceeds to stomp Coda until she rolls free and nearly upends him with a sweep kick, yet Dean leaps up at the last second. It doesn’t help him much, as Coda takes him overhead with a neat Japanese arm drag.
Ruby Kirk: The ball is in Coda’s court now! Dropkick!
Marci D’Abruzzo: But a swing and a miss with the knee drop!
Dean manages to roll out of the way and when he regains his composure, he doesn’t waste a second. He hauls Coda to her feet, doubling her over with a knee to the gut.
Ruby Kirk: Wolf be takin’ a run up, and Coda be EASY PREY! Wolf with the cocky cover!
One...
Two...
T..
Marci D’Abruzzo: I tell ya, that was a brutal connection. Yet it wasn’t enough to put Coda away! She’s a resilient little f..
Ruby Kirk: Feelin’ the violence he be inflictin’ here, Wolf drags Coda up to her feet. It seems like she’s on jelly legs right about now.
Marci D’Abruzzo: Dean Wolf is sending her off for that irish whip into the corner anyhow!
The crowd volume steadily picks up during this sequence. Dean grunts with exertion as he releases Coda and immediately charges in to take her head off with a lariat or nail her with a splash, except Coda does an impromptu handstand and uses the momentum to catapult back in and get the go behind on Wolf!
Ruby Kirk: German suplex by Coda catchin’ Wolf off guard! Coda’s holding onto that waist and haulin’ the man back up! Woah! Overhead release German su...
The crowd is super hot as Dean Wolf manages to land on his feet behind Coda, hook her up in a pumphandle and just about destroy her with a neckbreaker, immediately going for the cover!
One...
Two...
THR...The crowd BOOOOs as Dean grabs a handful of Coda’s hair and drags her near-unconscious shoulders up off the mat.
Marci D’Abruzzo: It don’t happen super often in a competitive environment such as One Wrestle Movement, Kirk. However, I think that Dean Wolf, sick bastard that he is, may be enjoying this match way too much to let it end so soon!
Dean Wolf grins callously as he turns around and proceeds to nail Coda in the face with repeated forearms until she slumps, and Dean once again goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...
The crowd BOOOOs louder this time, and Dean has a smirk on his face that the average person couldn’t help trying to punch off.
Marci D’Abruzzo: He’s really enjoying this match! He did it again!
This time, Wolf hauls Coda up to her feet. One again, Dean sends Coda off for the irish whip. The fans BOOO as they feel like they know what’s coming.
Marci D’Abruzzo: Coda bounces off the ropes, here it is. Dean’s spinning! THE KIL...
The crowd is on their feet as Coda executes a perfectly timed Matrix evasion out of nowhere, and Dean stumbles forward as he whiffs. The crowd perk up some more as Coda kips back up to her feet.
Ruby Kirk: RHAPSODY!! Coda’s reeled Dean Wolf into that amazing submission and she’s got it cinched in!
The crowd is louder than they have been all night as they witness the kip up and the quick, clean transition of holds, finally with Dean ending up in the triangle choke!
Marci D’Abruzzo: I don’t think this crazy bastard is gonna give up! He’s tryin’ to hang in there!
The crowd watch as Dean turns a shade of red as his efforts reach their apex, and then he finally slumps. The referee rushes over to check on Wolf, raising an arm.
One...
The arm slumps right away, and Coda is relentless with the Rhapsody.
Two...
Once more, the arm slumps.
THREE!
The arm slumps instantly, and the referee calls for the bell. As Coda’s music hits, she also instantly releases her hold.
Torres: The winner of the opening bout of 1WM Massive, via submission, COOOOOODAAAA!!!
The crowd gives a somewhat uneasy looking Coda an ovation as Mari raises her arm up in victory, and Coda grins as she snatches her arm away and proceeds to celebrate on her own damn merit.
Marci D’Abruzzo: What an opening bout, you guys!
Ruby Kirk: Indeed it was. Set a hell of a bar for the rest of the night. Your winner by submission in her 1WM debut, Coda!
Marci D’Abruzzo: Without a doubt, that mousy little bitch we call a Glory ring announcer will be stoked about this. Ugh. Can’t stand it. Let’s go to a segment.
Seated in front of a vanity mirror is Cambrie Marie. The ringleader of the team known as Booty Call who made their debuts at Living Legendary. Her curly hair is styled in its usual large form, while she drags a wand belonging to a lip gloss over her lips. Her gaped lips close as she recaps the lip gloss, letting her top and bottom lips meet in order to spread the shimmer. They part with a pop, and she speaks to the camera without letting her attention depart from the mirror.
Cambrie Marie: Last time you saw us... things didn't go how I'd planned.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to avoid a scowl. Blowing that deep breath out through her nose sharply.
Cambrie Marie: It was supposed to be an easy night. It was the freaking Smoaks, for God's sake! But, here I am, lamenting on the fact that those two hideous inbred incels, The Headhunters, who came out to get their filthy hands on us, and between their horrific, unwashed stench gagging me and the car crash victim appeal of their hideous looks distracting my girls... things slipped through the cracks.
Now came the scowl. Cambrie turning on the stool in front of the mirror, noticeable tension in her demeanor.
Cambrie Marie: I don't like when things slip through the cracks. I don't like when things don't go to plan.
She grasped her hands together tightly, into two stiffly balled fists.
Cambrie Marie: "I'll give it to them, though. Yeah... it was embarrassing. To come in with the hype, the bravado, to have Pepper Vain finally get to see us perform... and to fall short. But, the thing about that type of embarrassment is that it fades. Opportunities are boundless when you're Booty Call. What's the true humilitation you can't shake? Well, that's just not being very clever. I've seen your faces, tragically. There's not a lot going on in those vacant skulls you call heads. You showed your hand. You played your trick. You blew your loads very early...
Her fingers lingered over those full lips.
Cambrie Marie: THAT'S what's truly embarrassing. You boys didn't strike when the iron was hot and now... not only are you out of tricks, but you've got two very pissed off athletes ready to send your po'dunk asses back to the boonies in PIECES, rather than in peace! And for what? Because, the way I see it... yeah. You may have kept us out of the four way for the number one contendership for the Tag Team Championships... but, I don't see you in that match, either. You may have punched the tickets for Nicole and Taren, you have have inflated their egos by handing them a win over us... but now, you get to watch them fail when it counts. What happens when you're not there to give them this one too? What happens when you're scraping the bottom of the barrel, and they finally see what you've done to them?
The corners of her lips turn up into a smile.
Cambrie Marie: The hunters become the hunted because you're too busy playing checkers while we're playing chess. Not that I'd expect you to understand how either are played, you simple-minded fucks. But... tonight's not about you. It's NEVER about you, though, is it? That's why you're desperate to snuff out our shine. Tonight's about Booty Call. Tonight is about us being just a few hours from home. Tonight's about OUR redemption, in front of a crowd that appreciates us more than any other crowd on this planet ever will! And it's about us taking on the porno parody of The Godfather.
She shrugs. Mouthing "sorry, not sorry."
Cambrie Marie: Yoon is getting to team with her girlfriend, Melissa Maye. She'll be eager to impress. And Saraia has been nothing if not obsessed with trimming the fat in her life and focusing full-speed ahead on the total destruction of ANYONE who stands between Booty Call, and the Agents of Chaos. We may not be next in line thanks to a family tree with more cross-contamination than a food truck, but that doesn't stop us from being the most talked about, most touted, most engaging team that this company has to offer! You won't FIND any team on this show, or in this company, with more chemistry than us. And that's NOT just under the threat of 'an offa' you can't refuse.' BET on that.
Crossing one short leg over the other, Cambrie is especially mindful of the short hem of her dress. Assuring the camera doesn't pick up more than it needs to.
Cambrie Marie: Look, Viola. As a woman leading a pack of hungry wrestlers to the same destination... I respect you. Truly. We are kindred spirits. You were one of the first people to reach out to this team and congratulate us on our signing to One Wrestle Movement. But, you know as well as I do that after what those revolting bums did? We have some ground to make up. It's nothing personal, boo. You know this is a cutthroat industry. It's just business... capiche?
With a wink and a snooty giggle, the petite girl turned her attention back to her reflection. It's here that we fade away from her.
~~
Five Way Match
Kasey Kash vs. Cold Addams vs. Aurora Riley vs. Faye Lange vs. Nas
Kasey Kash vs. Cold Addams vs. Aurora Riley vs. Faye Lange vs. Nas
Torres: The following is a FIVE WAY MATCH with a TEN MINUTE time limit scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION!
”RestInPeace” by Bones plays as Kasey Kash makes his way down to the ring.
”Ice Cream” by MIKA plays as Cold Addams makes his way down to the ring.
”You're gonna go far kid” by Jonathan Young featuring Lauren plays as Aurora Riley makes her way down to the ring.
”Mars, Bringer of War” by Gustav Holst plays as Faye Lange makes her way down to the ring.
”Feel Good Inc.” by Gorrilaz plays as Nas makes his way to the ring.
DING DING DING!!!
Ruby Kirk: These multi-person contests always start in an absolute shambles, D’Abruzzo. And this one is no exception!
Nas gets his hands on Cold Addams right away and proceeds to lay into him with forearms and knee shots, yet Cold quickly recovers and starts to respond in kind. Meanwhile, Faye Lange and Aurora Riley are engaged in what some might call a ‘catfight’, and Kasey Kash is getting a mild laugh over in the corner as he lounges and watches the action unfold.
Marci D’Abruzzo: You know, for the first time in my time working here, I kind of respect the mindset of Kasey Kash right now.
Kasey’s ‘siesta’ is short lived, however. Cold Addams delivers a sharp inverted atomic drop to Nas who is quickly cleaned up by an enziguri from Riley. Cold Addams runs into the corner and grips the top rope, forcing Kash into an upright position before Cold proceeds to shake the rope up and down.
Ruby Kirk: Ohhh ‘Little Kasey’ be takin’ some damage here, ladies and gentlemen!
Kash is finally able to escape the predicament as Nas runs over to join in the fun and both Nas and Cold find themselves on the receiving end of a flying double clothesline from Kash!
Ruby Kirk: Eh, good a way to get outta a castration as any!
Ruby chuckles to herself as she watches the end of an impressive spot of chain wrestling from Faye Lange and Aurora Riley reach its apex with a different kind of double clothesline, knocking both women to the mat out cold for the time being.
Marci D’Abruzzo: Kasey Kash is going to the top rope again, but which way is he gonna go?
Kasey spots Addams and Nas getting to their feet and propels himself at them!
Ruby Kirk: HUGE KASH OUT ONTO NAS AND ADDAMS!!
Bodies tumble around the ring and to the outside as Kash lands awkwardly and tumbles at the foot of Lange, nearly tripping her up as she hauls Riley to her feet.
Marci D’Abruzzo: It coulda been ugly, but by gawd is it effective! MAELSTROM by Lange! This could be it!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Kasey Kash and Cold Addams are *just* shy of being able to break up the three count.
Torres: Here is your winner, via pinfall, FAAAAYE LAAAAANGE!!!
Marci D’Abruzzo: Look fair’s fair. Faye Lange is pretty damn happy about this unexpected win and so she should be!
Ruby Kirk: I’ll say! She’s in there with some of the finest young competition that 1WM can conjure up, and she came out on top at Massive! Let the gal bask while we go backstage, eh?
A cinematic shot shows Andrew Garrison walking into a room and sitting down. He confidently looks into the camera as he extends his right arm and in walks Melina in a tightfitting dress showing her incredible body off. She sits next to him as his arm wraps around her waist. She smiles at the camera.
Melina: We told you all that Andrew would win, that he was one to watch. He showed that in his debut match. This time he is facing three other people, three people who will be finding out that they are nowhere near as talented as he is. They will have no chance of winning.
Andrew holds his head in his free hand and taps a finger on his cheek.
Andrew Garrison: You know what? Lets not just talk about how great I am. Here in One Wrestle there are a lot of great talents right?
He looks up to Melina.
Melina Wilson: There are. Sadly I don’t see them matching up to your greatness. I see some who just whine, some who talk a big game, but don’t back it. I see some who aren’t even worthy of their titles.
Andrew Garrison: But...even though you are right….we can't just kill their spirits right? We don't want to run them all off knowing they will never be as good as me, never have my star power. I mean I don't want to be that guy that says I told you so!
Melina looks down at him. She sighs softly but nods her head.
Melina Wilson: You are right, my love. We can’t let them know ahead of time. They will just have to find it out in the ring.
Andrew lights his cigar and takes a nice puff from it. He then sits up in the chair and lies his forearm on one of Melina's legs.
Andrew Garrison: I mean...come on you have to show a little respect. So let's start with my opponents? Tommy? You know him right? He's a huge star right? An up and comer? He will give me a challenge right? What about Poison Dokueki?Japanese? Maybe? I don't know but she has a foreign name which makes Dokeuki ggrreeaat! Ciara McNamara...now there is a name. I assume she has accomplished something besides being her brother's sibling. One of those related to a big name types that will say "I want to pave my own road".
He looks at Melina and chuckles. Melina looks down at him.
Melina Wilson: It could happen. I think she would be the one you need to watch out for out of the three. You at least will have me outside of the ring to make sure Tommy’s master doesn’t interfere.
Andrew Garrison: A master….such insecurity. You see guys like me don't need a master. All he needs is his God given ability that I am blessed with. All I need is the sexiest woman alive on the outside supporting me. And for those wondering how a guy like me gets a girl like this?
Melina Wilson: It’s simple, you are someone who is great, who wants the same things as you do. Someone who is as great, and talented as you are. Someone who doesn’t need to treat you like they are below them, but equal like we are.
Andrew smiles as he strokes her leg.
Andrew Garrison: You know what? I guess this promo did turn out us talking about our greatness didn't it. Hey can we help it? Use us to get yourselves over One Wrestling Movement. We won't mind giving you the rub.
Andrew hands Melina a glass of wine and takes his. They toast as the scene fades.
~~
We then go to footage that took place on Christmas Day, we see what looks to be a fireplace in a living room type setting. Onto shot walks a familiar looking man with a leather jacket with a Slayer Shirt on underneath. A Santa Hat adorns his head as he looks to the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas boys and girls! Hope you're all having yourself a Merry Christmas! I'm sure all you kids are happy on this blessed day...playing with all your toys and games and all kinds of awesome gifts that jolly ol St.Nick left you under the tree....but there are some who were on Santa's naughty list who got passed over...I'm sure they all got a big lump of coal in their stockings. But don't fret! It's the Holidays and I'm here to deliver!
With that he pulls out a long list.
Griffin Hawkins: Hmm....I was gonna get a gift for Joshua Samson...but where am I gonna get a spine for him? Ah well..
He looks at the list.
Griffin Hawkins: Ah....the first man on the Naughty List, Pretty Ricky Stanton! But why is he naughty? Let's review. As you saw some weeks ago...he laid me out, from behind I might add with a Diamond Cutter. See, where I'm from..if you got a beef with somebody...you face them upfront. But Ricky...I guess doesn't believe in playing that way. It seems all he's more concerned with is looking pretty. But I ask you cats and kitties, how can you claim to be the prettiest in 1WM, when you absolutely suck?
He just shakes his head.
Griffin Hawkins: That seems to be your whole problem Ricky...you're really not all that concerned with wrestling. All you seem to care about is looking good for the cameras, looking "pretty". You expect people to take you seriously when you'd much rather pose and preen for flash photography. You don't even take this match seriously, thinking you're gonna win this match just because you look good....well I got news for ya Jack, you're living in a dream world. I think you've been hitting too much of the Holiday Nog..because you're not gonna be able to hit from behind like before.
He puts his big red bag on the table.
Griffin Hawkins: See, you thought if you just ignored me after that attack that'd it'd be over. That I would just dry up and go away....not happening my friend. When I came at you at the last Legendary and tossed your ass over those ropes, I felt good. I got a taste of you, and now I want more. What you experienced is just a small sample of what's coming to you on Massive. But to show that I'm a nice guy on this time of year, here's your gift!
He reaches in and pulls out a jar of all red M&Ms.
Griffin Hawkins: Your favorite candy! I made sure it was all nuts because let's face it...you don't got any.
He leaves it in Ricky's stockings before going back to his list, looking things over. He then pulls out something..what looks to be a purse.
Griffin Hawkins: This one is for Stasi Herveaux...a nice purse! After all, she does need something to carry Anton Gates' balls in.
He leaves it near Stasi's marked stockings before going back to the list.
Griffin Hawkins: Ah how can I forget? Solomon Monster...man, now that is a guy who would be hard to shop for around Christmas. Seriously bro....why are you so damn angry all the time? Why are you so miserable? This is Christmas! This is a time for being happy, being with family, opening presents..yet you walk around the locker room with the same sour looking face like someone took a dump in your stockings. But if you're expecting to be happy at this time of the season....your Holidays are gonna get a LOT worse.
He leans against the big chair near the fireplace.
Griffin Hawkins: Solomon...you seem to think just because you're this big bad bruiser...just because you're this established vet..that it's a given that you're gonna win this match. Here's the thing. I've been in this sport for 15 years...I dunno how long you've been in it, but it sounds like you've had quite a long ride yourself. But here's the difference between you and me..I consider EVERYONE in this match a threat, while all you're doing is pretending that I'm not a factor in this 3 Way Dance. For the love of Christ..you've been around the block longer than anyone has..and you should know by now you should take EVERYONE in these kind of matches seriously. But you won't do it..that big ego of yours won't allow it. You puff your chest out on social media and act like you're this big tough guy that's gonna drop people left and right, but all you're doing is lying to yourself. You're not bigger than 1WM, and you sure as hell aren't bigger than me. So you can act like I don't exist in this match..act like you're gonna just blow through me on your way to taking down Stanton, keep that narrative. Because I work best when people underestimate me. Don't be surprised if its me who hooks your leg for the 1...2...3..when its all said and done.
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a box.
Griffin Hawkins: You don't like the way the sport is...thinking all the "Young Pups" that you call are too immature...they don't take anything seriously, well guess what? This sport has done great before you came along, it's done great after you decided to retire, and it's gonna do even better once you decide to hang your boots up again. My point is, this is the greatest sport in the world today and it's still doing the best. You got nobody to blame but yourself for being out of touch with the sport. You don't like it? Then just go back home while us athletes put our body on the line against the best in the world. You still don't think I'm among them? Ask anyone in that locker room about me and they'll tell you that I am the real deal. The worst thing you can do is assume that I'm just some "rookie" just because I haven't done this..supposedly..as long as you have. But thing is...I'm stronger than you, I'm faster than you, I'm smarter than you, I'm a better athlete than you..your experience means nothing to me. But here is your gift...
He opens the box....nothing in it.
Griffin Hawkins: The symbolism is there....you're gonna walk out with absolutely nothing. Now if you'll excuse me...I got some other gifts to deliver.
He grabs his bag and walks off as we go to the ring.
~~
Six Person Tag Team Match
Mancini Syndicate ("La Capa" Viola Mancini, Camila Morricone, and Isabella Terrano) vs. Melissa Maye and Booty Call (Saraia Diaz and Yoon Song)
Mancini Syndicate ("La Capa" Viola Mancini, Camila Morricone, and Isabella Terrano) vs. Melissa Maye and Booty Call (Saraia Diaz and Yoon Song)
Torres: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit with ONE FALL or SUBMISSION!
"Fast Life" by Kool G Rap & Nas plays as the Mancini Syndicate, Voila Mancini, Camila Morricone, and Isabella Terrano make their way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the first from Atlantic City, New Jersey….weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and thirteen pounds...they are Voila Mancini, Camila Morricone, and Isabella Terrano....MANCINIIIIIII SYNDICATTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The ladies of Mancini Syndicate are known for being strong, ruthless competitors in the ring. I have a feeling that this is surely not going to be any different.
America: And with their opponents a bit salty over their debut loss against the Smoaks and looking to pick up a win here tonight, this is surely going to be interesting.
Taj: Let’s just hope that the Mancini ladies can keep their eye on the prize. A win here at Massive could spell amazing opportunities for either team down the road.
"Good Girls" by Elle King plays as Melissa Maye and Booty Call, Saraia Diaz and Yoon Song, make their way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next from Buena Vista, California….weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty-three pounds...they are Melissa Maye, Saraia Diaz, and Yoon Song….BOOTYYYYYY CALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: You know, we hardly hear anything from the actual wrestlers of this team. It’s mainly from their manager.
America: And she’s a child. What does she REALLY know about this business? She could stand to learn a thing or two.
Taj: Well they were shocked last time when Headhunters intervened, distracting them and allowing The Smoaks to roll them up.
DING DING DING!!!
The match begins with Isabella Terrano squaring off against Melissa Maye. It doesn’t take long for Maye to show her superior technical chops, catching a fast slap from Terrano and bringing her down to the canvas with a wrist and keylock. On the canvas she manages to keep control but a lift of her hips and a twist allows Terrano to flip, releasing the leverage and opening Maye up for a penalty kick but NO Maye manages to avoid the shot and catch Terrano with a headbutt!
The referee is distracted by a shoving match between Camille Morricone and Cambrie Marie has her fellow Booty Call members jumping off the apron to confront the other two members of Syndicate. As this happens, Melissa is gathering Isabelle off the canvas only to get an illegal and brutal kick between the legs, followed by an iconoclasm and fast pin.
One…
Two...kick out!
Taj: Ah see… these ladies need to stay focused and not worried about Booty Call’s manager.
America: Also Cambrie keeps doing stuff like that and she’ll wind up flat on her ass. It might not be from a Mancini lady… but it will happen.
Taj: This match has just begun and it’s already starting to get interesting.
As Isabelle gathers Maye up, she’s suddenly stopped by a sitout jawbreaker that sends her stumbling. Maye then gets a running start and clotheslines her up and over the ropes. Terrano lands on her feet and stumbles right into the mass of bodies that is both teams brawling outside! The Syndicate members seem to have the advantage over Booty Call until Melissa Maye shows a bit of uncharacteristic aerial skill with a running leap over the ropes, colliding with the three all at once, sending them to the floor! She hops up, giving her Booty call members high fives, then gathers Terrano and slings her back into the ring.
America: Why am I not surprised that these teams are brawling? If you could see me right now I’m rolling my eyes.
Taj: Had Melissa Maye not come along with that dive, Booty Call would’ve had their booties handed to them.
Booty Call gets back on the apron and Maye tags in Saraia Diaz who tears across the ring, really taking it to Isabelle as she drives her back into the ropes with fast strikes and chops. She fails to notice one of her teammates slapping her on the back after an Irish whip and as she sets to take down a returning Isabelle, she’s hit with a pendulum backbreaker and DDT combo by Viola Mancini! The Godmother takes full advantage, blitzing across the ring to knock both Maye and Yoon Song off the apron shortly after!
Taj: That was a WICKED combination there from Viola Mancini. If they can keep up this level of ferocity, Booty Call could be getting their second straight loss.
America: While that was amazing, you have to realize that she did that on just one of the three members on the other team. Knocking the other two off the apron isn’t going to be enough.
As Isabelle rolls out of the ring to recover, Viola follows her devastating opener with a backflip double knee drop, hooking a leg for a stylish pin
One…
Two...Saraia manages to roll a shoulder up!
This leads to Viola initiating a brutal Garvin Stomp assault, hitting limbs and body with repeated stomps until the referee issues a warning. In defiance, Viola manages a seemingly finish worthy kick to Saraia’s face, rolling her flat on her back. Viola ignores the referee as she smugly tags in Camilla Morricone, who picks up right where the Godmother stopped, stomping on Saraia’s chest. She gathers her up by a handful of hair and hurls Saraia into the nearest corner. She then blasts her foe with a roaring elbow, dropping her to a seat, following up with a running face wash. Camilla mocks a booing crowd with a little bow.
Taj: How Saraia managed to get the shoulder up leaves me a bit bewildered. But Camilia taking over from Viola can only spell disaster.
America: At this point, Saraia is going to need a bit of a miracle for her team. The Mancinis are surely living up to their ruthless name and nature.
Gathering Saraia up by the arm, she pulls her right into the bicycle knee! Camilla shouts a few obscenities towards Maye and Yoon who start to enter but are stopped by the referee. With his back turned, Camilla starts brutally choking Saraia on the canvas with one hand, lifting her up slightly to slam her head into the canvas repeatedly as she does so! When Maye and Yoon back off, the ref turns in time to see Camilla gathering Saraia up and pulling her to the corner in a single arm sleeper hold, tagging in Isabelle, who promptly kicks their victim in the ribs. Camilla lets Saraia drop to her knees with croaked coughs as Isabelle takes her turn, battering the woman with forearms to the face, followed by a snapmare/blockbuster!
It seems as if the Syndicate is on the path to victory, isolating Saraia. A sudden forearm shot from Saraia turns it all around, opening Isabelle up for a Codebreaker! Isabelle stumbles back and away as Saraia crawls to her corner and slaps Yoon Song’s hand! Isabelle tags in Camilla who rushes in and enters into a heated back and forth brawl with Yoon! Fists are flying, the fans are pumped and on their feet! A suddenly backhand strike from Yoon sends Camilla staggering to the side. Camilla fires back with a haymaker Yoon ducks, grabs, and drills her with a german suplex! On impact, Yoon hops up and tags Melissa Maye who catches the rising Camilla with a solid Crescendo! Viola and Isabelle slip through the ropes and are immediately pounced on by Booty call, Cactus-style clotheslines sending all four women out of the ring, leading to a full on brawl outside as Melissa locks Camilla in deep dead center in the middle of the ring with The Maye Day!!!
Taj: OH MY GOD! Melissa Maye hit her finisher on Camilia in the center of the ring. Oh things are looking really, really bad for The Mancini Syndicate right about now.
America: Now they’re going to be the ones needing the miracle if they want to win this match.
Taj: Even then I don’t know if it’s going to be enough.
Camilla screams in agony, fighting against Maye the entire time, clawing and beating the canvas! The Godmother manages to separate herself from the action to try and make the save but just as she connects with a running kick to Maye’s head, Camilla taps out and the crowd erupts!
Taj: That’s it, ladies and gentlemen! Melissa Maye has gotten Camilla to tap out, thus giving Booty Call their first win here in One Wrestle Movement.
America: Both teams were very impressive so none should be ashamed of their performances here tonight. Congrats to all for one heck of a match.
Torres: The winners of this match via submission….Melissa Maye, Saraia Diaz, and Yoon Song...Booty Call!!!
Ciara MacNamara was new to the public eye of combat sports but she was no stranger to mixing it up. Be it inside a ring or surrounded by blood thirsty, screaming onlookers that were waving wads of cash in their hands, the daughter of Piper MacNamara had tussled with many a man and woman prior to even deciding to set foot inside a professional wrestling ring. All for different reasons. Some, she met with a pot on the line. Some, she met because duty called. Others, she did so because someone just had a big mouth. She was a fighter, through and through. A warrior forged from the moment she could walk. A killer. It was funny how some thought her family and brethren perpetuated the stereotype of the Irish being drunkards who loved to fight. Truly, though, she and hers brought it to a whole other level. The training and drills were more than learning how to put up your fists and wail on someone. Sure, Ciara could do that. Any of them could, but to fight one likely meant a person was in for more than just an exchange of fists to the head and body. You might end up walking or even being carried away with a useless limb after having a bone broken or the tendons snapped. Still, even something so simple as throwing hands with the fiery headed little woman from Dublin was a test of one’s true ability to take a hit.
Iron Hand training. It made the palms and knuckles like stone and being on the receiving end of a proper strike made for a bad day. Quite literally, it made the hands lethal weapons. It was an effective technique to learn but took years to learn, let alone master. It required consistency, as well. Ciara called it “weapon maintenance.”
It was why, when the cameras of One Wrestling Movement found her in an undisclosed, wooded clearing, she was at a table, driving one palm repeatedly into what looked like a flattened pillow but the sound of impact suggested it was filled with something other than feathers, foam or cotton stuffing. Each strike to the white fabric answered back with a soft crunch. With them, came sharp exhales through her teeth. Sweat poured down her face, her neck and her arms. Slim yet toned arms covered in freckles and tattoos that told the story of her trials and tribulations. Even in a black cut-off t-shirt, it was clear that it and the black bandana around her head to help keep her ginger colored bun in place, were soaked through with perspiration.
In contrast, Mari Moon and the 1WM camera crew members flanking her had not exactly been quiet upon their approach to Ciara's little spot where she does a large chunk of her training. Along the way, they had been discussing things out loud and a lot of fallen branches snapped under their feet. Yet, Ciara MacNamara was, indeed, so focused into what she was doing that Mari's sudden voice may have startled her a little.
Mari Moon: Ms. MacNamara? Oh! I'm so sorry..please don't attack me, I thought...
Ciara suddenly spun around on her heels ready to fight with the same aggression and instinct that she would go on to show in her upcoming matches.
Mari Moon: It's me! It's Mari, from One Wrestle Movement? We're here with...
Ciara MacNamara: Aye, I know who ya are.
The Irish woman snorted softly, grabbing a towel off the table and dabbing her face with it before slapping it back down and leaned back against the table. Her eyes, cold and seemingly angry swept over the interviewer as if sizing her up. Examining her mettle.
Ciara MacNamara: What?
Mari looked at Ciara a little strangely.
Mari Moon: Ciara, I was under the impression that you would really like to make a massive 1WM impact right here in your little corner of the world. We arranged this, do you remember?
As Mari spoke, Ciara picked up a small metal case from the table. She opened it and retrieved a cigarette, lighting it with a match before picking up a wrist watch to check the time. Her eyebrows rose and for a moment, she looked a tiny bit apologetic to the interviewer. She was right; they had arranged this. Ciara tossed the watch down on the table and took a drag off her cancer stick, letting the smoke slowly plume from her lips as she spoke.
Ciara MacNamara: Aye, I remember now. Yer early but may as well. For the record, though….
She paused, blowing the rest of the smoke out and lifted an index finger.
Ciara MacNamara: The real impact I make, ye’ll see in the ring. For now though, I presume ye have inquiries in that pretty little head o’yers.
As the cameras rolled, they did catch the obvious relief on Mari's face. The relief that Ciara was both down for this little piece, and not about to smack her one. Not yet, anyhow.
Mari Moon: Of course! One Wrestle Movement is definitely the place to be if you feel that you are among the most gifted in the world in the squared circle. You know that there's no easy button here!
Mari beamed proudly for a second. She knew in her heart that what she was saying was true!
Mari Moon: So it is a pleasure to hear that you are so eager to get on in there and mix it up with this young crowd you're about to mingle with, Ms. MacNamara! I do have to ask this really basic bitch question, though...
Mari, somehow, felt at ease here at Ciara's training ground, far away from the hustle and bustle. She was letting slip words and terms that she normally never would.
Mari Moon: Can you tell us all some about your life growing up, Ciara? Tell us about your training pre-pro wrestling? Maybe indulge us a little on your path to getting signed here at 1WM?
The entire time Mari spoke, Ciara just enjoyed her cigarette with a wry little smirk playing across her lips. It almost seemed as if Mari’s words amused her to the point that her slender yet defined shoulders shook lightly with laughter.
Ciara MacNamara: “The most gifted in the world”, ye say. Aye, Ms. Moon. Ye’d be correct. I do think I’m among the best in the world. In fact, I fuckin’ know I am. My whole bloody family’s some of the best pound for pound fighters that anyone has ever seen and, to be quite honest, we’re fuckin’ hated for it.
There’s a pause. Ciara takes a drag from her cigarette and releases it with a small pop of her lips.
Ciara MacNamara: People hear the names MacNamara and Foley. They hear the name Na Fianna, in general, and that’s all the introduction most people need.
Ciara flicked her cigarette to drop some ash and sighed, bringing it back to her lips.
Ciara MacNamara: Pre-wrestling life’s a little personal for the world, love. What I will say is that I’m stepping into One Wrestle Movement with a literal lifetime of training and experience at my disposal. Let’s be honest, Moon, the majority of men and women who set foot into a wrestling ring can count fights they’ve had on their fingers. They’re narrowed down to schoolyard scraps, bar brawls and what have you. How many of you cunts on this roster can say you’ve literally fought for your very survival?
After the last line, Ciara cranes her head towards the camera and cups her ear, as if waiting for an answer. Of course, there’s only Mari Moon and the camera crew. She takes a drag off her cigarette again and turns her attention to Mari again.
Ciara MacNamara: Any inside input there, lass?
Mari is not so comfortable with coarse language, and it shows as she swallows hard upon hearing the C word. However, she does her best to press on regardless.
Mari Moon: Understood. There are not many who have not heard of the name Na Fianna. As for the roster, I cannot speak for their fighting prowess. However, this is One Wrestle Movement, and...
Mari quickly realizes the mistake she was making, and she backpedals on the double!
Mari Moon: However, I do understand that there are at least a handful who could say that they have literally fought to survive. I'm sure you're excited to tangle with them, and I'm sure that they would feel the same upon seeing what you're capable of. Now, you've come this far, Ciara...
Mari grins.
Mari Moon: You may as well spill the tea. Who do you wanna go to to toe with the most? Throw some names. Just know, 'everyone' is not an answer I will settle for...
Ciara finishes her cigarette and drops the butt in a small tin can on the table she’s got out there. She leans back against the table again, resting her hands on the table at her sides. Ciara scoffs.
Ciara MacNamara: “Everyone”? Hah, oh no, love. Not everyone. There’s a load of cunts and bastards I wouldn’t waste my fucking time with here. I know as a “rookie”...
She makes quotation marks at the camera.
Ciara MacNamara: ...I’ll have to start from the bottom and work my way up, so I’ll have to go toe to toe with everyone, anyhow. Far as to who I’m looking forward to?
Ciara turns her face to the sky, casually folding her arms over her chest, idly scratching her tricep with her nails as she gives the question some thought.
Ciara MacNamara: I’d say, for starters, I’m partial to the idea of a round with the one calls herself the Dragon. I know a fighter over a soft fuck when I see one and I like to give credit where it’s due. As luck would have it, it’d seem wishes do come true but more on that in a minute, aye? Let’s see then….
She sticks one hand out with the thumb extended, also wiggling her index finger as she thinks before keeping it out.
Ciara MacNamara: Jenn Drew. I left a remark not long ago about illiterate cunts with their daddy’s money trying to be tough girls. Ye’ve got those in 1WM then ye’ve got Drew. Aye, she’s got a loaded bank account but I’ve seen the bitch prove time and time again that she can step to the best of them.
The middle finger starts to flex in and out as Ciara watches the grass beneath her feet now. Finally, she holds that finger steady.
Ciara MacNamara: Well...where would my ambitions be as a competitor if I had the Poison Dragon on my list but left out the likes of Arley Kirk? A person can count the names that stare a crazy bitch like Dokueki in the face, take the worst of it and come back for more. Correct me if I’m wrong, but Kirk is the only one of those people on the One roster. On top of that, she is the One Wrestle Movement World Champion. Does that not mean she’s the best that you have? That’s who I want in the ring. The best. However, sometimes ye wade through the shit before ye find that gem you’re looking for. Make no mistake, it’s the names I want. The titles that might be connected to them at the time come secondary. Last but not least?
She cracks a wry grin again and lifts her hand with four fingers extended.
Ciara MacNamara: I’m a bitch with a violence fetish and to be quite honest, I haven’t seen many who can match my level of satisfaction, except... for Arley Kirk’s brother. Lachlan Donohue, yer well familiar with my family, fella. Ye know what we’re capable of. Ye’ve danced with a couple of Na Fianna, but not with this bitch.
She points to herself with her thumb.
Ciara MacNamara: We will, though. Bet yer twisted little arse. So there’s that, Ms. Moon. Call it my personal Mount Rushmore of 1WM.
Mari had nodded and taken down notes furiously as Ciara was speaking, and she finally looks back up and cocks an eyebrow when she makes the Mount Rushmore remark.
Mari Moon: Good choices all around. I guess it was a silly question, in a way. You're right about having to start at the bottom and everything you said there.
Mari brushed away a strand of hair with the tip of her stylus pen and having finished with it, she temporarily placed it behind her ear.
Mari Moon: Ciara, it's been really great coming out here and getting your perspective on your next match. You have been very blunt and thorough, I have to say. I honestly don't have any further questions for you! However, if you have anything more that you would like to say, now is your time!
Kind of putting Ciara MacNamara on the spot, yet knowing that MacNamaras LOVE this, Mari has dropped Ciara in the hot seat and thrown the switch! Ciara sighs and bounces her brows.
Ciara MacNamara: Not sure what more can be said. Seems like I’ve started making waves before even stepping into a ring. Since I signed my name on the line of my contract, there’s been a tension in the air, so thick ye can slice it with a knife. Before the ink even dried, I had my bloody phone--
She picks her iPhone up and briefly shows it to the camera with a scowl on her face.
Ciara MacNamara: --blowing up with some Scottish cunt accusing me of trying to step on her toes. I don’t even remember her fucking name. Claims my family has it out for her when, come to find out, she’s naught more than another attention starved headcase. Nobody that I share blood with gives a fuck about you. When I decided to feed my curiosity even a little, I learned that you - O’Hatherine - are a walking mess of mistakes and regrets that ye’ll never atone for and when confronted about said mistakes, ye flat out lie to the accuser’s face about them. Eh, but I’m wasting my breath even bringing it all up. In the end, I’m here and you’re not. The best that can be expected of you is to send that hulking mass of shite ye treat like a bodyguard after me to, by yer hopes, pound me into oblivion. After all, I extended the invitation to ye to fight me one on one like a warrior and ye accused me of foulplay.
Ciara reaches back and slaps the table top, followed by a short, belting laugh out loud that even makes Mari jump a little bit.
Ciara MacNamara: Yer a fuckin’ riot. If that’s the route ye wanna go, get a wooden box ready and I’ll bury yer bitch again. This time, she won’t be able to dig herself out. So then!
She slaps her hands together with one loud clap, clasping them together and nods to Mari.
Ciara MacNamara: Let’s talk about a name that actually warrants my attention, shall we? Dokueki. Yes, you’re on my list of sought out opponents. I’ve seen ye work. All I’m gonna say on our match, and this goes to Tommy and Andrew Garrison, as well...
She snorts, wipes her hand under her nose and ever so slightly shakes her head.
Ciara MacNamara: Just don’t disappoint me. Frankly, I was already disappointed in my debut against Faye Lange. As well known as my family name is, she wasn’t prepared for what I brought to the table. Could say her eyes were bigger than her belly. As for me? I was fucking hungry. So, I ate.
Her arms go out to her side and for a brief moment, her hardened expression softens.
Ciara MacNamara: I don’t go out of my way to be a fuckin’ arse to people, ye ken? I’m all about fair play. I’ll shake yer hands before and after the bells but between them, mates, yer gonna get a fuckin’ storm the likes of which ye’ve never seen. This Dublin bitch is gonna blow in at a hundred and sixty kilometers an hour with hands that hit like fuckin’ hail. One way or another, yer gonna get knocked on yer arses but if yer not prepared, ye may suffer more damage than was initially forecasted. Maybe ye can handle it. Maybe not. Time will tell. From what I’ve seen, the Dragon’s a tough bitch and Tommy, I’ll be honest, yer a mystery. That makes ye dangerous. Andrew Garrison’s got an ego on him and a mouth to match. Does his technique do the same?
She shrugs her slender shoulders.
Ciara MacNamara: I dinna ken. Either he will or I’ll end up hand feeding him his words. Literally. Again, I’m going to as...do not...disappoint me. Any fucking one of you.
Ciara picks up a shaker cup full of water and swishes it around idly as she watches the ground beneath her feet. Thinking.
Ciara MacNamara: Most might shrink at the idea of taking on multiple opponents in only their second professional fight. I’ve grown accustomed to fighting for my life against two, three, sometimes four motherfuckers. Only difference this time is, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ paid for it. I aim to bring my best into this match, stakes be damned. It’s how I was raised. If ye three don’t give me the same, I can promise none of you will fucking survive. I’m not one for idle threats. It’s just plain, simple facts. After Massive, anyone in One Movement that are unfamiliar with the name MacNamara and Na Fianna, will know exactly who the fuck we are and you will bloody well now who I am….
She pops the cap off of a shaker cup full of water and takes a long sip before looking at Mari again.
Ciara MacNamara: Is that it, then, darlin’?
Looking to the camera guys behind her and giving them a nod, this scene slowly starts to fade out from the outer edges.
Mari Moon: I will not keep you any longer, Ms. MacNamara.
Mari beams as she turns to face the cameras one last time.
Mari Moon: This has been Mari Moon reporting on this 1WM exclusive, and I for one, am excited for what we're about to witness in the coming weeks. Stay hungry, One Wrestle!
Fade.
~~
Four Way Match
Andrew Garrison vs. Tommy vs. “The Poison Dragon” Dokueki vs. Ciara McNamara
Andrew Garrison vs. Tommy vs. “The Poison Dragon” Dokueki vs. Ciara McNamara
Torres: The following FOUR WAY MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
“Another White Lie” by Voodoo Johnson plays as Andrew Garrison makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Anaheim, California….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds….standing at a height of six feet one inches...he is ANDREWWWW GARRISOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
”Guest House” by Daughters plays as Ms. Makina escorts Tommy down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from the streets of New York….weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds….standing at a height of five feet eleven inches...escorted to the ring by Ms. Makina...he is TOMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
”Gaping Dragon” (Intense Symphonic Metal Cover) plays as Dokueki makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring third hailing from Tokyo, Japan...weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches….she is the Poisonous Dragon...DOKUEKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Stick 'Em Up" by Quarashi plays as Ciara MacNamara makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Dublin, Ireland...weighing in at a weight of one hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches...she is CAIRAAAA MCNAMARRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This match is jammed packed with new 1WM talent.
America: Riiight…
The four wrestlers square up, Andrew and Ciara, Tommy and Dokueki as the bell rings.
DING DING DING!!!
Andrew fires Ciara up and over with a belly to belly suplex and Dokueki fires Tommy over with a quick snap suplex. The two of them turn their focus to one another squaring off with blows. Ciara and Tommy both get to their feet. Ciara gets to her feet a bit sooner and sends both Andrew and Dokueki crashing to the mat with back to back dropkicks!
Taj: The action is heating up now.
America: If you say so.
Andrew is up and locks up with Ciara. He hits her with a jab and then pulls her into a headlock, Andrew steps forward and sends Ciara flying toward the ropes but is blindsided by Tommy with a clothesline!
Taj: What a move by Tommy!
America: Now that hurts!
Dokueki hits Tommy with a rolling suplex only to be caught by a flying body press by Ciara. Andrew crawls to the ropes and climbs up. Ciara turns around and is hit with Andrew’s Endgame (running flying knee). Andrew drops for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match… Andrew Garrison!
Within the confines of her private locker room, Ursula Von Rossbach sat before her guest, the one they call Legion, both attired in their wrestling attire but with an odd sight between them; a folding chess table. To their right was a large bowl of red m&ms. Ursula sat on the black side, while Legion resided upon the white. In the opening of the chess match, Ursula set herself perfectly for a Scillian Defense. Now, in the waning moments of this grueling mental battle, the two were at a dead even heat as Legion had responded perfectly.
Ursula Von Rossbach: A subtle strategy, Mr. Legion.
Ursula places her bishop to E-7. Legion answers by moving a pawn to B-3. She then moves her other bishop to E-6, sacrificing her pawn at D-4 to Legion.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You may find the classic English offense to be a bit lacking if not executed well.
Legion: (cracks his neck and glares at Ursula) This is true. Mikey always has an issue with this offense, but good ole’ Scorpio played this off 78th in NYC with some older guys so I’m used to it.
She taps a finger to her lip for a moment, thinking about her next set of moves. This had gone on for moments before moving on to sacrifice her bishop to take his knight at D-5. Legion doesn’t resist the temptation at all. She follows suit by moving her queen to take the pawn, leaving only three black pieces standing in that quadrant.
Legion: Scorpio do what is necessary. Mikey I am doing it! Ok dude just saying.
Glares up at Ursula.
Legion: I never thought I’d be playing such a game with you but I can tell you’re not like the rest of 1WM. You are an exquisite hunter, far more a graceful predator than that of a “Terminator” so to speak. You...You...I have to DEVOUR YOU….just to know what it’s like…
Legion punches his head.
Legion: RAGE THAT’S ENOUGH. We had a meeting and everything about this day. Moving on. Your moves are good Ursula.
Ursula Von Rossbach: It is most difficult when one keeps their own counsel.
Legion moves his rook to G-1. Ursula responds by moving her knight to F-4 to put his Queen in harm’s way. The two engage in defensive maneuvers but neither gaining much further ground against each other.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You have matched me well, Legion, but our time for the real battle draws near.
Legion: You never know a person until you engage them in some form of combat. You’ve decided this. Now I could easily chuck this board and go after my prize but that’s not me. No. I would rather see where this goes.
Legion moves his left-most pawn to A-3. Ursula steps her Queen back to C-7, allowing the sacrifice of her knight at C-5.
Legion: Now...now that’s interesting. You’ll kill for position?
Ursula Von Rossbach: When necessitated.
She matches the sacrifice by taking his knight at C-3. He moves the pawn at B-2 to B-3.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Unexpected. Curious….
Legion: You assume that I wouldn’t watch someone die in front of me. My wrestling promotion burnt to the ground. Everyone I knew burned. I’ve been there before.
Ursula castles, swapping rook and king at F-8 and G-8. This prompts a small smile from Legion.
Legion: Interesting...I think she’s found us. NO. SHE HAS NOT. Relax and even if she has she still has nothing but a perception to follow.
Ursula quirks her brow as he moves his Queen to E-3. A small light blinks over the locker room door indicating that it was time to assume gorilla position.
Legion: You will be mated in 4 moves.
He then rises without further word, leaving Ursula alone to stare at the board with a perplexed expression. The wheels turn in her head as she makes a few mental maneuvers without touching the chest board.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Well played, but now I know how you think-
Rising from her seat, she starts to lay her king down only to realize that there is one very unorthodox and difficult strategy left to play.
Ursula Von Rossbach: -brilliance undermined by bold flare, Mr. Legion.
It is with that statement to herself, alone, that she exits her locker room for the upcoming match, the chessboard left standing as the primary focus before the scenery changes to ringside.
~~
Singles Match
“Terminator” Ursula Von Rossbach vs. Legion
“Terminator” Ursula Von Rossbach vs. Legion
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
“Unforgiven” by Sevendust plays as Ursula Von Rossbach makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring from White Sands, New Mexico….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds….standing at a height of six feet even...she is Terminator….URSULA VONNNNN ROSSBACCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
”On the Precipice of Defeat” by Shirō Sagisu plays as Legion makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring from Tampa Bay, Florida….weighing in at two hundred pounds….standing at a height of five feet eleven inches….he is LEGIOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!!!!
The MASSIVE crowd are steadily building in volume as Legion and Ursula Von Rossbach approach each other, briefly touch fists together and then proceed to aggressively circle the ring seeking an opportunity.
Marci D’ABruzzo: This one ain't lookin' like the beginnings of a wrestling match, Ruby. This one's looking like the start of a board game!
Nobody is able to find an opening as both competitors are in a position where they can attempt a strike, and yet both are forced into a position where they are forced to defend.
Ruby Kirk: You ain't kiddin' Marco Polo, but ya'd be thinking that Big Gal oughta have stomped Spiderman into the gotdang mat by now!
Marci D’ABruzzo: It's Marci.
The crowd volume heats up more as a couple of glancing punches and kicks land on either side, and yet they still continue to circle.
Ruby Kirk: Ha! Look at him go!
The crowd volume heats up even more as Legion throws a wild jumping forearm shot, and UVR grins out of the corner of her mouth as she blocks it and merely plants him down before going for a hammerlock. Legion twists back under and gains leverage via flopping down to the mat and kipping back up. Legion surprises UVR by reversing, leaping up for a side headlock and trying for a takedown, yet Ursula gets him with the push off and sends the masked one off for a hard irish whip.
Marci D’ABruzzo: Legion hits and Ursula Von Rossbach comes storming in after him! Duck under the lariat attempt by Legion and a dropkick to the back leaves UVR dangling on that second rope!
The crowd gets into it as Legion takes a run up and prepares to dive, but out of nowhere.
Crowd: OHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Ruby Kirk: Holy smokes!! UVR caught that Legion dood and nearly killed 'em with that epic Sambo chokeslam! She thinks she's got this already with the cover!
One...
Two...
The crowd voice their amazement for the move and Legion being able to kick out of such a brutal move at two.
Marci D’ABruzzo: I think "Big Gal" might have finally gotten her prey well and truly in her crosshairs, Ruby.
Ruby Kirk: Nobody seriously cares what you think, D’ABruzzo. Anyhoo, UVR going for that cover again!
One...
T…
The crowd volume perks up a considerable amount as Legion manages to get the shoulder up and for a brief second, Ursula sits up on her knees and looks around at the whooping, hollering 1WM fans as she pants heavily. It’s only a momentary thing though, as UVR grabs onto Legion’s arm and head and drags him to his feet, but not without drilling him with a short, sharp barrage of forearms on the way through.
Marci D’ABruzzo: Irish whip. Legion hits the ropes but there’s an uneasy stance in that gait of his, Ur...OOOF. Now that’s a lariat! Good night, freakazoid!
Ursula stealthily scrambles and hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THR...KICKOUT!
Ruby Kirk: Wow.
Marci D’ABruzzo: Yo, either this Legion fella is super brave or it’s hard to believe that a sumbitch can seriously be this stupid!
Ursula isn’t about to waste any time. The crowd is roaring, and her opponent is seemingly just about out of it. Ursula finds it quite easy to lock in her patented double chickenwing, though to the crowd’s delight, Legion is able to break free when UVR tries to drag him to his feet. A barrage of punches and forearms follows and Legion has the giant swaying on her feet. Legion runs to the corner and leaps off in a flash!
Ruby Kirk: Oh! I love this! Coffin drop!
The crowd’s excitement quickly drops and then turns to a different kind of excitement as UVR is able to catch Legion in mid air!
Marci D’ABruzzo: Scoop backbreakerrrr…
The fans heat right back up again as Legion issues a back kick and stuns UVR long enough to land on his feet.
Ruby Kirk: GREAT KIC...
Marci D’ABruzzo: Matrix evasion by Legion! Legion kips back up to his feet!
The fans are on their feet as Legion locks in the Panic Attack (bear hug). While Legion squeezes away with everything he has, UVR looks at him strangely. The fans laugh as Ursula lets him do what he has to do for a moment before she delivers a crushing double axe handle.
Ruby Kirk: Ya know this kid gonna have to learn to re-tie his shoes after that one, D’ABruzzo!
Marci D’ABruzzo: UVR has the end well within her sights now, me thinks. Legion looks to be on jelly legs as Ursula drags him back up to his feet. But wait!
Seemingly as a last ditch effort, Legion lets out a grunt of exertion and swings for the fences with another series of punches, elbows and kicks. Due to his disoriented state, he misses a lot of them, and UVR finally catches one of his shots.
Ruby Kirk: This here looks like curtains for Legion!
Legion’s head drops back as Ursula delivers the back elbow shot and hooks him into the leg sweep.
Crowd: WOOOOAAAAHH!!!
There is a pop of amazement and another grunt of exertion from legion as he manages to haul UVR up with a crazy feat of strength.
Marci D’ABruzzo: SOULBREAKER! Good NIGHT!
Ursula seems out of it as she lands and exhausted, Legion hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match, LEEEEEEGIONNN!!!
Ruby Kirk: What a heck of a turn of events there, D’ABruzzo!
Marci has absolutely no response, apart from a quizzical look on her face.
Ruby Kirk: None of these two oughta be ashamed of their performance here tonight, but BRAVO to Legion! Should we be gettin’ to one of them shammy commercial thingies or somethin’ now?
Melina Wilson is standing in the back in the hallway. A female walks up to her. Melina smiles at her. The two females hug each other before breaking apart. Melina smiles at the female.
Melina Wilson: How did it go, Sandra?
The female is revealed to be a friend of Melina’s named Sandra Rose. Sandra smiles.
Sandra: It went great.
Melina Wilson: That’s good. Did you get the job?
Sandra nods her head lightly.
Sandra: You are looking at One Wrestle Movement’s newest Tour Coordinator.
Melina Wilson: That’s great. We will get to see each other a lot more.
Sandra nods her head.
Sandra: You will. Thank you so much for helping me out with this. It means a lot.
Melina Wilson: No need to thank me. I was happy to do it.
Sandra: Well...alright. I should go walk around and meet some of the other wrestlers.
Melina Wilson: Come find me when you are done.
Sandra: I will.
Sandra again hugs Melina, before she walks away. Melina watches her before heading towards Andrew’s locker room.
~~
Singles Match
David Belmont vs. “Dr Carnival” Dawn Master
David Belmont vs. “Dr Carnival” Dawn Master
Torres: The following is a SINGLES MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
"Hellion" by WASP plays as David Belmont makes his way out to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from St. Louis, Missouri….weighing in at one hundred and ninety-eight pounds….standing at a height five feet ten inches...he is DAVIDDDDD BELMONNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This is going to be a very interesting match. Dawn Master has worked well away from her sisters in the past, so I can only expect the same thing to happen here tonight.
America: While that might be the case… it’s different this time because it’s a singles match and not a tag team one like it was with Taren Smoak. And they did end up losing.
Taj: But David Belmont we haven’t really seen do anything other than tag up with Alex Slayer.
America: So that is going to be the part that’s interesting… seeing how he handles himself in the ring… by himself.
”Love is a Parasite” by Blanck Mass plays as “Dr. Carnival” Dawn Master makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from London, United Kingdom….weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….representing the Master Sisters….she is Dr. Carnival….DAWWWWNNNNN MASTEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
America: And here she comes… Doctor Carnival herself. Her sisters are in a Tag Team Championship match later in the show, do you think she’s jealous at all?
Taj: I doubt it. I am thinking that she’s happy and excited for this opportunity that her sisters have rightfully earned by winning the Legendary Tag Team Cup.
America: She’s got to be jealous somewhat though. I know I would be if that was me.
Taj: She’s no you.
America: Facts.
The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Much to just about everyone's surprise, Belmont stands still and waits to see what Dawn is going to do. Dawn stares at him cautiously and tries to weigh her options. She suddenly takes a deep breath and charges forward, blasting Belmont in the mouth with a forearm smash! Dawn follows it up with a second and third, each of the blows having a minimal impact. Despite this, Dawn bounces off of the ropes and charges at Belmont as quick as she can. Belmont smirks and steps in front of Dawn just as Dawn leaps into the air! Belmont catches and immediately slams her down with a catatonic backbreaker! Dawn nearly folds in half from the impact with Belmont glaring down at her angrily!
Taj: Well...we knew that was a possibility...
America: More than perhaps anyone else in 1WM...things HURT when this man throws you around...
Before Dawn can even begin to make it back up to her feet, Belmont positions himself over Dawn and begins to pound away on her face with a series of elbow strikes! The referee quickly tries to gain control. Belmont glares at Dawn for a moment and then sighs. He grabs hold of Dawn's body and lifts it up off of the mat almost effortlessly. He pauses for just a moment before delivering a deadlift gutwrench suplex! Belmont turns around and calmly covers Dawn.
One...
Two...
TH...Dawn kicks out!
Belmont seems almost amused by the fact that Dawn still has a bit of fight left in her. He smiles and lifts Dawn back up to her feet. Belmont blasts Dawn with a back elbow smash that sends Dawn staggering back to the nearest turnbuckle. Belmont pauses for just a second before shaking his head and charging forward! He tries to hit Dawn with a splash in the corner. Dawn ducks out of the way at the last possible second! Belmont crashes hard into the turnbuckle and staggers around from the impact. Dawn notices the opening and leaps into the air, kicking Belmont in the back of the head with an enziguri! She quickly dives on top of Belmont and covers.
One...
Two...
THR...Belmont throws Dawn off of him!
Taj: Very good job by Dawn to pick her spot and strike when she had an opening!
America: I'll respect the effort! I just hope she'll be able to keep it up!
Belmont slowly starts to pull himself up to his feet. Dawn smirks and shakes her head. She runs forward and hits Belmont with a running dropkick that sends him right back to the mat! Almost immediately, Belmont starts to pull himself back up to his feet. Dawn looks at him with absolute shock on her face. She then shakes her head and runs forward once again---this time trying to hit Belmont with a shining wizard! Unfortunately for Dawn, Belmont catches her in the air and stands up, immediately slamming Dawn down to the mat with a powerbomb! He shakes his head and covers Dawn.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
America: Oh this match is tense. Both competitors are giving it everything that they got. They seem to have an answer for everything that the other one throws at them.
Taj: They’re giving the fans one hell of a show that’s for sure. This is the kind of thing I expected to see on a show with such a title as “Massive”.
Belmont once again looks as though he can't believe it. He grabs hold of Dawn and drags her back up to her feet despite the fact that Dawn appears to be out of it. He tries to set her up for a half nelson suplex! Instinct finally kicking in, Dawn hits Belmont with a series of elbow shots to get Belmont to release the hold. Belmont stumbles away from Dawn for a few steps. He then tries to close the gap as quickly as he can---only to have Dawn leap into the air and deliver a hurricanrana! Dawn hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THR...Belmont powers out!
Dawn grabs hold of Belmont's head and walks with him over toward the ropes. She tries to use the ropes to her advantage so that she can plant Belmont on the mat. Belmont powers her into the air and slams Dawn down to the mat! Dawn slowly pulls herself back up to her feet. Belmont charges and looks for a clothesline. Dawn cuts him off by leaping into the air and sending Belmont crashing to the mat with a dropkick! Belmont tries to bring himself to his feet---only to have Dawn charge at him and deliver a spike hurricanrana!
Taj: David has to be out after that one?!
America: He can't be!
Dawn turns around and notices Belmont's positioning. She smiles as she turns around and heads over to the top rope. She climbs up and hits Perfect Chaos (split legged corkscrew moonsault)! Dawn hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Dawn Master!!!
Four Way Tag Team Match
(Winner receives 1WM Tag Team Championship Match)
The Family (Abaddon and Mason Roenick) vs. The Smoaks (Nicole and Taren Smoak) vs. The Connellys (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly) vs. Regulators, Inc (“Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy)
(Winner receives 1WM Tag Team Championship Match)
The Family (Abaddon and Mason Roenick) vs. The Smoaks (Nicole and Taren Smoak) vs. The Connellys (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly) vs. Regulators, Inc (“Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy)
Torres: The following contest is a FOUR WAY TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a TEN MINUTE time limit. Introducing first…
”The Whole World” by Mark Crozer Starts playing as the lights dim with just a white spotlight follows Mason and Abaddon as they slowly strolls to the ring with an evil stare in their eyes and sometimes he smirks with a chuckle. As they get to the ring steps they would stop and take a deep breath before walking up. They get in the ring and stands in the center looking up at the ceiling with his arms out (Like Raven's pose) as the lights return to normal.
Torres: Making their way to the ring hailing from the Deep Dark Woods an The Inferno...weighing at a combined weight of six hundred and fifty pounds…they are Abaddon and Mason Roenick…THEEEEEEE FAMILLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Worth It" (Levianth Remix) by Fifth Harmony feat. Kid Ink plays as Taren and Nicole Smoak make their way to the ring.
Torres: And their opponents hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia…weighing at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty-five pounds…they are Nicole and Taren…THEEEEE SMOAKKKKKKKKKSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Love to the Beat" by Warner Chappell Production Music plays as Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly make their way to the ring.
Torres: And their opponents hailing from San Diego, California and Sarasota, Florida...weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and forty-five pounds…they are Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly…THE CONNELLLLLLLYYYYY TWINNNNNNSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Honky Tonk Stomp" by Brooks & Dunn plays as Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy make their way to the ring.
Torres: Finally their opponent hailing from St. Louis, Missouri….weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and twenty-seven pounds…they are the first ever 1WM Tag Team Champions...they are “Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy…REGULATORSSSSS INCORPORATEEEEDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Time to see who becomes the Number One Contender to the Tag Team Championship!
America: You have to think the Regs would be the hands on favorites since they are the former champs!
DING DING DING!!!
Kylie and Mason start things off as the bell sounds for the match to begin. The two of them circle the ring before locking up and Mason just taking Kylie and shoving her down to the ground. Kylie gets back up to her feet and hits the ropes, but as she rebounds, Mason delivers a shoulder tackle that once again takes the woman off her feet. Mason now has Kylie and pulls her up before delivering a snap suplex. He then reaches out and tags in Abaddon. Abaddon comes in as Mason picks Kylie up and sends her into the ropes. Kylie rebounds and the two of them deliver a double flapjack to Kylie before Mason rolls out of the ring. He picks Kylie up and just puts her into a bearhug. He swings her around like a ragdoll, just trying to squeeze the life out of her.
Taj: Mason and Abaddon may be just too much for any of these other teams.
America: That is ALOT of meat…
As Kylie begins to fade, her sister, Angelita comes in and delivers a chopblock to Abaddon dropping him to a knee and forcing him to release Kylie. The two sisters look at each other and hit the ropes. As they rebound, Abaddon is up and he just takes the two of them down with a double clothesline. Abaddon goes to hit the ropes, but Jane reaches out and tags herself into the match. Abaddon looks right back at her before Mason calls his monster over and gets him out of the ring. Jane comes into the match as Kylie is getting back up to her feet. Jane grabs Kylie and goes to send her into the ropes, but Kylie is able to reverse it. Jane rebounds and she runs right into a standing dropkick by Kylie who immediately crawls to her corner and tags in Angelita.
Angelita comes into the match and picks Jane up to her feet. She takes Jane and delivers a slap across the face before she takes Jane and delivers a release German suplex. She immediately crawls into the cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Taj: You have to think that both the Master Sisters and Agents of Chaos are paying close attention to this match.
America: Most definitely.
Angelita picks Jane up and shoots her into her team’s corner. She comes charging in and goes for a splash, but Jane is able to move out of the way. Kylie however is right there to tag herself back into the match. Kylie comes in and delivers a few forearm shots to the side of the head of Jane before taking her and delivering a headscissors takedown that forces Jane out of the ring. Kylie goes to hit the ropes, but as she does, Taren tags herself into the match. Kylie stares at her as Taren just motions for her to get out of the ring. After they stare at each other for a moment, Kylie steps out and Taren drops down off the apron and walks over towards Jane.
She picks Jane up and sends her back first into the apron. She does this a few more times before she delivers a DDT onto the floor. She picks Jane up and rolls her into the ring and immediately goes for the cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Taren picks Jane up and goes over to her corner where she takes Nicole into the match. Nicole comes in and the two of them deliver a double suplex onto Jane before Taren rolls out of the ring. Nicole picks Jane up and delivers a Michinoku Driver. She hits the ropes and as she does, Mason reaches out and tags himself into the match. Taren looks absolutely livid as Mason makes his way into the ring. Mason comes back in and picks Jane up. He hits the ropes and comes off, delivering a leaping crossbody that looks like it crushes Jane. Mason laughs as he takes Jane and locks in a Boston Crab. He sits back as Jane screams in pain.
Taj: Jane is holding on with all her might but I’m not sure if she can withstand all of that weight Mason is applying.
America: You can hear her screams throughout the Staples Center!
On the apron, Sadie is yelling and reaching out for Jane to make the tag. Jane fights and claws her way, finally making it to the ropes and forcing the break. Mason pulls her out of the ropes and into his team’s corner. He charges in, but Jane is able to get the boot up. She then delivers a back elbow to Abaddon that stuns him for a moment. Mason tries once again to deliver something, but this time, Jane moves out of the way and Mason accidentally hits Abaddon with a forearm that drops him to the floor. Jane takes Mason and rolls him up, looking for the pin.
One…
Two...kickout!
Jane immediately spots Sadie in their corner and begins to crawl towards her partner. Jane gets up and leaps, but as she does, Abaddon is there to yank Sadie off of the apron and not allowing Jane to make the tag! From there, Mason gets to his feet and as he does, Angelita tags herself back into the match. Angelita shoves her way past Mason much to his ire. Angelita picks Jane up and as she goes for a delayed cradle suplex, Abaddon comes in and delivers a big boot to Angelita. That draws Kylie, Taren, and Nicole all into the ring. The three of them start to gang up on Abaddon. They finally bring the big man down to a knee before Kylie delivers Fin De Los Dias onto him. As Kylie gets up, she’s met with The Coronation by Nicole. Taren is up on the top turnbuckle and she leaps, taking Mason down with a flying crossbody. Nicole takes Angelita and drags her over to her own corner before tagging herself into the match.
Taj: Talk about hot and heavy!
America: All these teams want the next shot at the 1WM Tag Team titles!
Nicole picks Jane up and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Jane is able to avoid it and deliver a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd starts to cheer on Jane as Sadie is on the apron again, reaching out for the tag. Jane crawls and scratches her way to her corner and finally makes the tag. The crowd goes nuts as Sadie finally comes into the match. Sadie comes in with a big buckshot lariat on Nicole before hitting Taren with a back suplex. She then hits the ropes and delivers a suicide dive onto Abaddon before rolling back into the ring. She picks Nicole up as she tags Jane back into the match. They pick Nicole up and deliver Red Dead Redemption as Jane hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match and now the Number One Contenders to the 1WM Tag Team Championship...Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy...the Regulators, Incorporated!
Taj: Congrats to Jane and Sadie as they get another shot at the titles that they were the first to ever hold.
America: Now we just wait and see whether its going to be the Master Sisters or Agent of Chaos that they will face.
We are taken backstage where we could see Aurora Master standing up, with her arms crossed, and a serious expression on her face. Normally she would be flanked by both her sisters, but right now she seems to be alone. The room is lit with very dim light, making it harder to see anything other than Aurora herself.
Aurora Master: Hello Agents of Chaos, I don’t need to introduce myself, but I will anyways. I am Aurora Master, of the Master Family, and I am one half of your opponents tonight, together with my little sister, Moonlight Master. And you don’t need any introduction either, do you? You’re 1WM’s Tag Team Champions. You’re on top of the division right now.
Now, we never faced each other, we never were together in the same room and we can’t say that we talked much either. For all that’s worth, our first big interaction is moments from happening. A tag team match in a massive show, if you pardon my pun, for the tag team titles nonetheless. Other matches in the show probably have people wanting to rip each other limb from limb due to rivalries forged by months and months of matches and trash talk.
One could say that our match isn’t personal. But it would be wrong to say so, the match IS personal, at least to me it is. And I hope it is for you too, because a match with a title on the line should always be personal for both the contenders and the champions. Otherwise you’ll just be ruining the title that you’re carrying, and to me a tag team division is important. I often joke, and more so does my sister Dawn, but when it comes to wrestling, to be in that ring, I take it very seriously.
That’s how we got to be champions before. Two times UWKF Tag Team World Champions. The longest reigning champions of any title, and we never really lost the title both times, the company just started going down. But I’m not trying to brag, and honestly I shouldn’t.
I shouldn’t, not because this is somewhere else with other people and other teams, but because it’s not me who was champion… not really.
Sure, The Master Sisters name is on the records, but if you check, if you can still check, you’ll see two names, Moonlight, and Dawn. The Master Sisters, the tag champions.
Aurora Master? Nothing but a manager, a side-line, something that lurks in the ring beside the true stars of the show.
Moonlight holds two titles, longest champion of both, by the way. And Dawn holds that one too. But me, in my 6 years of professional career, I always find myself just backing them up. And you know why?
Because I’m the brains. I’m smart, I know I am. Got interviewed for television when I was ten because I could answer any mathematical question they threw at me. Of course they only threw “x times y” types of questions and those are easy, at least to me.
But I’m not the muscles of the team, I’m not the speed. I’m the girl who studies you, who finds videos of you, who finds your weaknesses and from there figures what, how, with who and when to destroy you. My sisters only need to hear what I say and put their strengths to work, go to that ring and beat you up. And me? Well my job is done, isn’t it?
I’m the brains. Nothing more. I’m not more interested in that ring than I am beside it. Because Moonlight is muscle incarnated and Dawn is batshit insane and will do anything for entertainment.
And people love entertainment, so it’s always more profitable to have them be on the ring and just give me a microphone and let me speak while they act. It’s not about passion, it’s not even about strength in wrestling. It’s about entertainment, and my role in entertainment is with a microphone in hand and a ring at my side.
But my role is not just that. I am the one who found GPW, who found UKWF and who found 1WM. I always looked hard to find the best federations there are. Make no mistake, if we’re here it's not because I find this place weak, it’s because I find it worthy.
I’m the one who’s there for them, who leads them, when they think they can’t do it anymore, when they think they don’t want to do it anymore. I’m the one who leads them back here, always. You know why? Because I love this fucking sport. I always did, more than them.
I was the one who fucking goes to the gym every day to work hard to try to surpass a sister that can’t be surpassed.I am the one who studies the moves and the names while a certain pink haired lady just jumps from corners to corners.
I would’ve killed for a chance to prove myself worthy of something more. To be a champion myself, have my own name in the records, not a sideline, not a manager, not the brains, the wrestler, Aurora Master. I am worth something.
And then 1WM presents with a tournament and I get to pick my team, and I pick myself over Dawn. For the first time in my life, I had the chance, and I grabbed it. Now, other teams may find themselves complaining about the final result, and claim that they deserved it, that they lost unfairly. And I don’t give a shit. Because that win was not about them, it was about me proving myself worthy of something more. Proving myself more than just the fucking brains.
And so we get here, we get to today. Agents of Chaos, it’s great to be on the other side of the ring from you. Not because of who you are, I know you’re good, otherwise you wouldn’t be holding that, but that’s not the point. It’s because of what you represent.
Defeating you represents my win, my victory in my mission in life. In the past six year of professional wrestling, and ten before jumping out of the ladder in backyards, it was all a build-up to facing you today, in this ring, in this match, for the Tag Team titles.
Today, this match.... is not for you, Agents of Chaos, it’s not for Moonlight, it’s not for 1WM, it’s not for the tag team division, and it’s not for the audience.
It’s for me.
And I say this to every team we face, but I say double to you. Be wary of your surroundings, because I ain’t giving up, I ain’t stopping until I get the win tonight. I’m going to leave half of 1WM tag team champions, or I’m going to die trying.
And if you win, if you keep your titles, congratulations, because you must have killed Moonlight and me to make sure we stayed laid on the floor for three seconds.
So yeah… it is personal.
After her long monologue, the screen fades to black.
~~
Singles Match
Damon Xalvador vs. Stasi Herveaux
Damon Xalvador vs. Stasi Herveaux
Torres: The following is a SINGLES MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
”Under Belly Of The Beast” by Danzig plays as Damon Xalvador makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Aberdeen, Scotland….weighing in at two hundred and sixty-seven pounds….standing at a height of six feet six inches...he is DAMOONNNNNN XALVADOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: That’s one pissed off looking Scotsman, America.
America: I think that’s their natural demeanor, Taj. It’s kind of like resting bitch face.
”The Divine Infection” by Motionless In White begins to blast throughout the PA system of the arena as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the ravenous Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar riff echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area tugging on the bottoms of a black studded leather jacket atop her usual wrestling attire, being met by a sea of boos as her signature smirk is firmly upon her face. She changes her hands from the front to clasping behind her back as she slowly yet powerfully walks to the top of the ramp and once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy (both good and bad) coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as her smirk moves into a wide smile across her crimson lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp.
About halfway down, Stasi lowers her arms and swings them with determination as she continues to exude confidence more as she gets closer to the ring. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up and putting her back to the ropes, Stasi quickly removes the jacket and twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Pasadena, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds….standing a a height of five feet eight pounds….she is STASSSIIIIIIIII HERVEAUUUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Speaking of resting bitch face.
America: Careful or she’ll hear you, Taj.
Stasi takes a deep breath and prepares herself for the upcoming match. Damon continues to keep his eyes glued to her as he waits for the bell to sound. A few seconds later, the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Stasi cautiously steps toward the center of the ring, looking a little more focused than she normally would. Damon continues to watch her without even the slightest bit of amusement on his face. The two wrestlers finally approach one another and grapple up. Damon almost immediately shoves Stasi away. She staggers, but quickly regains her footing and charges back at the big man! Unfortunately for her, Damon steps forward and hits Stasi in the mouth with a big boot that sends her crashing to the mat! Stasi rolls out of the way and uses the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet. Damon continues to look annoyed.
Taj: It's interesting to see Stasi not taking part in her usual antics...
America: Doesn't seem like Damon cares all that much either way!
Once Stasi is back on her feet, she takes a deep breath. Stasi once again begins to approach the center of the ring. This time, when Damon reaches out to grab hold of her, Stasi moves out of the way and quickly begins to hit Damon with a series of chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOOO!!! WOOOO!!!! WOOOO!!!! WOOOO!!!!!
Blow after blow connects, though it doesn't appear that they're doing much to Damon. Despite that, Stasi bounces off of the ropes and tries to pick up momentum so that she can send Damon crashing to the mat! Damon steps toward Stasi and tries to cut her off with a big clothesline! Stasi ducks underneath the attempt and stops herself behind Damon. She waits for him to face her before hitting Damon with an enziguri that causes him to stagger! He remains upright and looks even more annoyed than usual, charging at Stasi to strike and getting caught with a drop-toe-hold!
Taj: Stasi baited Damon into that one!
America: One thing I won't take away from Stasi is that she's gone toe to toe with some of the toughest wrestlers in her three years of wrestling history! This match is probably more well-suited for her style of wrestling than anything that she's done over the past few years!
Taj: That's...possibly true, actually...
Stasi pops back up to her feet. She lines herself up with Damon and waits until he starts to stir! Once he's almost back up on his feet, Stasi charges and catches Damon with a running hip strike that sends him crashing to the mat! The fans give a mixed reaction as Stasi hooks the leg..
One...
Two...Damon throws Stasi off of him!
Damon drags himself back up to his feet as Stasi quickly closes the gap. She drives her knee into Damon's head a few times in hopes of wearing him down. She then steps back and tries to build up some speed, leaping into the air in an effort to plant Damon on the mat with a fameasser! Damon ducks out of the way, causing Stasi's ass to hit the mat instead! Her eyes go wide in pain. Damon places two hands around her throat and lifts Stasi into the air! He slams her to the mat with a choke bomb, hooking the leg for a cover.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
Taj: How often have we seen Stasi get slammed with something like that and still kick out? It's not common at the moment!
America: Maybe not, but, to her credit...she's got a pretty weird pain tolerance...
Damon glares down at Stasi and shakes his head. He drags her back up to her feet and hits her with an elbow shot that knocks Stasi back into the ropes! Stasi stumbles into them and then bounces toward Damon, who hoists Stasi into the air and slams her down to the mat with a running powerslam! Once again, Damon hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: I'm actually impressed right now! Stasi is coming off a very tough loss last month at Legendary Twelve against Arley.
America: If Stasi can keep kicking out of slams like that...who knows? Maybe she will be able to beat Damon?
Stasi crawls over toward the nearest turnbuckle and uses it to slowly drag herself back up to her feet. Damon lines himself up with Stasi and watches without showing so much as the slightest hint of what he plans on doing next! Once Stasi is finally standing, she tries to catch her breath. Damon picks up speed and runs forward! He tries to CRUSH Stasi against the turnbuckle with a huge splash, but Stasi just barely ducks out of the way in time! Damon crashes into the turnbuckle and briefly slumps against it. Stasi picks up some speed and throws her knee into Damon's stomach to take the wind out of him! She then pulls him toward the middle of the ring and plants him in the middle of the ring with a DDT! She hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: That was...close...
America: It's beginning to look like Stasi may have what it takes to win this!
Stasi turns around and climbs up to the top rope, perching herself and waiting for the next moment to strike! Once Damon is standing, Stasi leaps off of the top turnbuckle and tries to send Damon crashing to the mat with a Molly Go Round---only to have Damon catch her in the air! He slams her to the mat with a powerbomb and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Damon seems almost amazed by the fact that Stasi is still fighting. Stasi shakes her head and slowly drags herself back up to her feet. Damon grabs hold of Stasi and tries to hoist her up onto his shoulders. Stasi frees herself from Damon's grasp. She lands on the mat behind and holds out her hands as if telling Damon to hold on a second. Damon responds by spinning around and grabbing hold of her. Unfortunately for Damon, Stasi appears to have been ready for this as she rolls Damon up in a schoolboy.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: That...
America: It's almost like Stasi knew what Damon was going to do and reacted accordingly!
Damon pulls himself back up to his feet. Stasi hits him with a spinning backfist that sends Damon staggering around! She tries to take advantage of the opening by grabbing hold of Damon. Damon uses his strength to slam Stasi to the mat instead! He then pulls her up and locks her into a bearhug! Stasi's eyes go wide in pain!
Taj: This isn't good for Stasi!
Damon continues to squeeze Stasi in an effort to practically break her in half. Stasi tries to hold out as long as she possibly can, but eventually has no choice but to tap and scream out in pain! Damon dumps Stasi down to the mat.
Torres: The winner of this match...Damon Xalvador!!!
Taj: Stasi deserves a lot of respect for the effort that she gave in this one! She held her own against a pissed off and focused Damon!
America: But once he started trying to literally squeeze the life out of her, she had no choice but to tap!
Fireworks explode in the Staple Center air as Massive returns to broadcasting.
Taj: Welcome back to Massive after that short intermission! We have had great wrestling action on the first half of this super show!
America: Yes it has been, Taj. I for one have been highly impressed with everyone and can’t wait to get into the second half!
Taj: Well before we do let’s go backstage.
The screen cuts to somewhere in the backstage area, the camera catches a close up of the faceplate of the Pride of One Wrestling Movement championship in all of its etched in gold glory and slowly as the camera pulls back, the nameplate of its current holder-Jacob Striker-is shown at an angle before the camera pulls out more to reveal the man himself, already in his signature ring gear, standing in the slight shadows somewhere.
Jacob Striker: Well tonight is the night, the very first title defense for my Pride championship. Against you, Leo Cook, a man who is so confident that you’re going to beat me because you’re a bland cookie cut kinda guy. That is what you want to believe, isn’t Leo? That you’re going to beat me here, tonight, in front of all of those people...simply because you said so time and time again.
Jake is silent for a few seconds before we start to hear a rather dark and sinister sound which is slowly and surely revealed to be one of the harshest pearls of laughter ever to come out of a human being. The current Pride champion laughs good and hard for several moments before he stops just as quickly as he begins and with his free hand points at the camera.
Jacob Striker: If you were to somehow win this strap off of me, Leo, all that it would do is stagnant under your care because I can tell two things about you from each one of your little “retorts” that you said each time I spoke in the days leading up to this match. The first one is that you have no real feelings about this championship! You say that I’m nothing more than a transitional champion but you say even *that* with not one goddamned lick of passion in your voice….fuck man, you sound like that guy from the Clearasel commercials in that really dry ass sounding voice talking about red, red eyes!!
Jake then lifts his championship off of his shoulder and holds it up for the camera to see.
Jacob Striker: You see to you, Leo, this title is simply to bring you money because that’s all you care about and it shows from how you dress and act, don’t pretend to say or act otherwise. But to someone like *me*, someone who worked his ass off to win this title...this means that you are the standard bearer for this company. You’re the fucking face of One Wrestling Movement...you are the mother fucking *BRAND*! That is why each and every I spoke about this championship, you could feel the fire in my voice because unlike you, I have a real fucking fire burning in the pits of my belly and it is that same fire that’s going to be turned cold the moment that bell rings and I beat you just as hard as I beat Graham Baker.
Now before you try and compare yourself to Graham Baker, don’t. Because when I just bought Graham up, it wasn’t to compare you to him in any shape or fashion but to simply say that you’re in for the same cold hearted savage beating that he got but unlike him, who I hold an inkling of respect for, *you* Leo...I’m going to be actively trying to make bleed, because I want you to understand that the very next time that you even think that you’re worthy of this title that you understand *EXACTLY* what kind of payment needs to be made in order to be the Pride champion of this company.
Which brings me to my second thing about you, Leo. You don’t belong here in this company, pure and simple. You take one long look around at this roster, from top to bottom and what do you see...characters of all kinds and shapes, all willing to stand up and take their desires to the next level. That is one of the very things at the essential heart and soul of a movement...a *revolution*! Hell, if the Enforcer or Little Buford or even Bianca Davis herself were to challenge for this title tonight...I wouldn’t have a problem with that because at least I could stand toe to toe with someone original, someone with that certain fire in them that shows that they belong here.
You...you on the other hand are simply there in front of me to take up space. Let’s face facts, you were put before me here tonight to simply ensure that my championship and I were on the fucking card. Nothing more. Nothing less. And there is not a damned thing that you can say or do otherwise to dissuade me from that line of thought.
Jake drapes his championship back over his shoulder as he looks hard at the camera.
Jacob Striker: But those two things aside, neither one of them is going to stop me from focusing solely on you and tear you apart in that ring bit...by...bit because that’s the kind of champion that I am. While you are simply being a simpering little bit and only seeing the future, I’m seeing the here and now, looking right at you and dissecting you with my mind because that is how I work. You are getting into the ring with mother fucking professional wrestling royalty and you don’t even fucking understand the concept! I was born to this, I was *born* to step inbetween these ropes and break down another human being each and every night and hearing you scream out in pain is mother fucking Christmas to me every damn night!
So here very shortly, Leo Cook, I want you to walk down that aisle and I want you to bring your fucking arrogance with you. I want to see that fucking look of arrogance in your eyes when I’m staring you down because I want to watch it *DIE* with each and every blow that I rain down upon you, Leo. I want you to feel your arrogance, that fucking bullshit that you think is your confidence, I want you to feel it flee from you with each and every chop, punch, and kick so when I drop you with the Apocalypse...you will fully understand *exactly* what you are in this company. Just...another….victim.
Jake then pulls back the hood of his ring gear and gives the camera a very sinister and cold smile.
Jacob Striker: Please Leo, no tears though….it will be a waste of perfectly good suffering.
The screen then fades back to ringside.
~~
Tag Team Match
Rei Park and Jenn Drew vs. The Crosses (Justice Cross and "Enforcer" Anthony Cross)
Rei Park and Jenn Drew vs. The Crosses (Justice Cross and "Enforcer" Anthony Cross)
Torres: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH and it is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit! Introducing first… at a combined weight of four hundred and one pounds... the team of Justice Cross and The Enforcer!
Piano notes could be heard over the pa system then Amy Lee's voice begins to sing. Justice begins to walk out onto the top of the ramp as the words "wake me up" begin to play over the speaker now. As she makes her way down to the ring she argues with the fans then gets to the floor near the ring. Justice continues to the ring with a smirk on her face before climbing onto the stairs. When she would get half way onto the apron she turned her back to the ropes then did a backflip over them. With both feet on the ground she would go over to each side of the ring smirking as the fans had mixed reactions towards her.
America: You know, if Justice Cross and The Enforcer get a win tonight, it could set the tone for how the rest of the matches turn out for Joshua Samson, Esquire’s clients.
Taj: Justice and her husband have one heck of a fight ahead of them. While they outweigh their opponents, both Rei and Jenn have said they want this more because they’re tired of sitting in the shadows.
America: Regardless, this match is sure going to be interesting. It’s going to come down to which team wants it more.
“Natural Born Killaz” by Ice Cube and Dr. Dre starts playing throughout the arena. Smoke comes from the entrance way. As the smoke is clearing The Enforcer walks through the smoke and looks out at the crowd. Enforcer then walks down to the ring. He walks up the stairs on to the ring apron, looks out at the crowd and lifts his arms out to the side. Enforcer steps through the top and middle ropes. Enforcer walks over to the opposite ring ropes and lifts his arms out to his side.
Taj: The Enforcer was impressive in his brief IPW tenure and since coming to 1WM with his wife, he’s been just about the same. But he’s going to have to do something to shine… given that he’s in a match with three other ladies.
America: Well he’s surely going to be sticking out like a sore thumb. And his sheer massive size compared to both Rei and Jenn is going to come in handy for him. But there is also the saying… the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Taj: Right you are there, Americaj. We can’t be counting out either team. They’re both hungry for this win. And with it being on Massive, any win will be thus.
Torres: And their opponents… at a combined weight of two hundred and thirty-three pounds… Jenn Drew and Rei Park… SEOUL QUEENS!
As "Beastmode" by Monsta X begins to play, multi colored lights begin to dance around the stage. Once the lyrics start, out walks Jenn Drew along with Rei Park. Jenn holds out a fist to Rei who bumps her fist to Jenn’s before both start making their way down to the ring both with confident swaggers in their steps. Jenn gestures at any fans who are trying to get a hand slap from her, raising their ire as she just laughs. Rei walks and twirls her hair around her finger, smirking at the fans and then at the ring as they get closed. Once there, Jenn hops up onto the apron and slingshots herself into the ring and does a roll before getting up, a cocky grin on her face. Rei on the other hand, she heads over to the right hand side and hops on the apron, keeping one knee down and one up before flipping her hair back behind her, winking out at the fans in the process. She then steps through the bottom and middle ropes, joining Jenn’s side as the two stare at their opponents.
America: Seoul Queens huh? Well given that Rei is from Seoul, South Korea and Jenn calls herself “The Rebel Queen”... it makes sense.
Taj: These two used to be at each others’ throat, throwing spars back and forth but over the past few weeks since the tag team cup pairings were announced, it looks like they’re found a way to work past that and come together as one.
America: And given that they’re putting on a united front by coming out here together instead of separate, it looks like they’re actually serious.
Taj: They are acting more like a team while the married Crosses did the opposite, coming out separately. I wonder if that’s a message or just they wanted to come out alone?
Both teams stand in their respective corners, Justice on the apron for her team as she and Enforcer look at Jenn and Rei who are discussing who’ll be starting off for their team. Both Rei and Jenn look at Enforcer with determination in their eyes while a slight tinge of worry in their eyes. Jenn elects to start the match off, telling Rei that she’s got this as she steps through the ropes out onto the apron.
DING DING DING!!!
Jenn quickly charges towards Enforcer and he’s ready for her, lifting her up for a powerbomb, but she catches him off guard by clubbing him in the head a few times before turning it into a hurricanrana. Jenn pops back up to her feet and glares at Justice with a smile as she’s yelled at. Jenn urges her to get in the ring, motioning for her to as she’s clubbed from behind by Enforcer.
America: Oh Jenn… Why did you have to go and try to provoke Justice? That cost you and Rei big time! Hopefully they’re going to be able to come back from this.
Taj: All four of these competitors are pretty ring save and well versed on tactics for a comeback. If Jenn is able to tag Rei in and soon… this match won’t look too one sided.
Enforcer quickly turns things around in his favor, pulling Jenn up to her feet before hitting her with a high knee that leaves her a bit dazed. He lifts her up, holding her steady as he turns around and makes direct eye contact with Rei who just glares at him angrily before he sends Jenn flying halfway across the ring with a fallaway slam. He gets up and approaches Rei, looking down upon her as she looks at him… until she delivers a hard slap across the face that sends Enforcer reeling back. He goes to strike her back, only to be met with a high roundhouse kick from Rei, turning him around and directly into a flying crossbody from Jenn. Jenn then quickly goes for the pin.
One...
Two…
T...KICKOUT!
Taj: A very bold move there for Jenn. She’s showing Enforcer that he might be bigger than her… but she’s got the speed on her side.
Enforcer: While the crosses have years of experience on both of these competitors, this is a new day in age and we’re seeing that Jenn is taking this seriously.
Enforcer powers out and gets up to his feet, albeit a bit wobbly. Jenn and Rei made a statement with the previous sequence of events and it’s clear that it was received by Enforcer who has an enraged look upon his face. He boots Jenn into the corner before he charges and when she gets out of the way at the last second, he goes shoulder first into the ring post. Jenn clutches at her abdomen as she stumbles her way over to the corner, slapping Rei’s outstretched hand and bringing Rei into the match. She quickly runs over and hits an axe kick to a kneeling Enforcer, using all her strength to try and pull him up to his feet. He swats her away by pushing her back, making her tuck and roll before popping back up to her feet. He makes his way to his corner… only to have Rei jump onto his back and start raining elbows down upon his head as he reaches to tag in Justice successfully. Rei drops off his back and instantly starts brawling with Justice.
America: Well this is certainly no surprise that these two instantly start brawling. Both ladies need to remain focused on the task at hand and not just duking it out like a cat fight in the street.
Taj: There was tension between them right after the match was announced. So yeah, this is no surprise. And Rei was poking at Justice that she’s known for not keeping focused.
America: She barely talked about the match.
Taj: And Rei’s making her pay for it. But Justice can be reliable in the ring. She’s got the experience but Rei has the desire… at least that’s what I’m seeing.
Rei and Justice trade back and forth blows before Justice locks in a wrist lock on Rei. She struggles to get free for a few moments before hitting a one handed cartwheel and dragging Justice forward and over her head with an arm drag. Both women are quickly back up to their feet, Rei hitting a discus elbow smash to the top of Justice’s chest before whipping her off into the ropes. Justice comes rebounding back and hits a sunset flip, sweeping the legs out from under Rei. Rei gets to her feet again and the two women charge at each other, Rei being able to hit a move first but hitting a running 180 degree facebuster. But Rei doesn’t stop there, pulling Justice up and whipping her off into the corner, Justice instantly falling to a sitting position and opening it up for Rei to hit an inverted cannonball. Rei pulls Justice away from the ropes and goes for a pin.
One…
Two…
Th...KICKOUT!
America: There is some excellent back and forth action going on between these two women. Justice has an answer for everything Rei throws at her and vice versa.
Taj: This is getting better the longer it goes on. One can only wonder at this point which team is going to come up with what gets the job done.
America: I guess we’re going to have to wait and see.
Rei looks frustrated and pounds her fists into the mat. She looks at the corner and then back at Justice before she begins her ascent to the top turnbuckle. Jenn knows what’s coming and quickly runs across the ring, taking out Enforcer’s feet with a baseball slide just as Rei launches herself off with a rounding moonsault. But Justice is able to roll out of the way, causing Rei to crash land in the spot where she had just been laying. Justice capitalizes with a pin attempt of her own.
One…
Two…
THR...KICKOUT!
America: I held my breath there. Had Rei been able to hit that, I don’t think that there would have been a chance for Justice. But her ring experience truly showed when she knew to roll out of the way.
Taj: And she was quick to capitalize. That was very smart on Justice’s end.
Justice doesn’t stop there and pulls Rei up to her feet, instantly trying to lock in an octopus stretch. She gets the leg over Rei’s head, but Rei is able to fire off a hard right hook to the side of Justice’s head that causes her to release it. Justice is forced to deviate from whatever plan she had and instead hits Rei with a step up enziguri that takes her down to one knee before hitting her with a shining wizard. She goes for a cover but is intercepted by Jenn who hits her with a missile dropkick. Enforcer then comes in and boots Jenn in the stomach, holding her by pinning her arms behind her back. Justice looks at her with a devilish grin before leaping up for Lights Out (jumping cutter). Except Jenn is able to stomp on Enforcer’s foot, causing him to let her go and instead is the one hit with the move before rolling out of the ring.
Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHHH!!
America: Oh please don’t let this turn into a crap show. When illegal partners come into the match that’s usually what winds up happening is it not?
Taj: But it can also lead to interesting moments… like Justice hitting a cutter on her own husband.
America: OK… I’ll give you credit on that one.
Justice has a look of pure shock on her face and when she turns to meet Jenn’s gaze, it turns to rage. Justice chases her out of the ring and then around it before Jenn slides back into the ring with Justice following close behind. Except Rei is sitting in wait and hits her with Fire Soul (gamengiri). Jenn keeps an eye on Enforcer who is back to his feet on the outside. This allows Rei to lock Justice up and hit her with Burning Mandala (spinning brainbuster). The crowd roars to life as Jenn hits a dropkick through the ropes to Enforcer’s head whilst hanging on to the ropes as Rei goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Rei Park and Jenn Drew… SEOUL QUEENS!
America: Well Rei Park and Jenn Drew have shocked everyone here, solidifying the statement that they want to be taken seriously.
Taj: The match was a hard fought one and both sides should be proud of their performances.
America: Right you are, Taj. There were many a moment where it looked like either side was going to win. But this just shows you that experience doesn’t always make you better.
Taj: Jenn and Rei had just a bit more drive and determination than Justice and Enforcer. I don’t think their representative is going to be too happy though.
Jenn slides back into the ring as “Beastmode” by Monsta X begins to play again and the referee raises the arms of both ladies… but the moment is brief before they’re chased off by Enforcer, causing them to quickly exit the ring before he checks on his wife. Rei and Jenn then hold their arms up in victory, slowly backing up the ring before turning and heading backstage.
The camera starts rolling in an undisclosed part of the Staples Center arena, an old store room filled with creates and boxes, dimly lit with small particles of dust floating in the air. Seated on a large crate, side by side, is Melinda Rhodes and James Spade, husband and wife. The two are leaned forward seemingly not even aware they were being recorded. Spade sports a long black duster over his ring gear and an old "SAMURAI NEVER DIE" T-shirt. Melinda is also in her ring gear, with her Rebel Star vest and tattooed arms on display.
Rebel: Remember when we met?
Spade slowly nods his head with a small chuckle.
James Spade: Yeah, SRW Wrestlebowl . Such a loooong time ago, yet I still remember it like yesterday. We bumped shoulders and the moment I turned and looked into those eyes, I knew I was done for. We had our matches, representing our brands, you ACE and me SRW. We had our matches against our opponents, and then we went and…
Mel waggles her brows, a small snicker cracking through her naughty grin.
Rebel: ...licked our wounds.
The Wildkard just gives her a wry grin.
James Spade: Among other things. We’d both just come off some shitty relationships and what I thought was just going to be a fling ended up with the two of us walking the aisle and saying our vows. We had no plan, no clue, not even an idea. You were even the one saying this was the dumbest thing we ever did and yet, I’ve never been happier.
Mel takes his hand into hers with a soft squeeze.
Rebel: We’ve seen some fun times since, but yeah… you’re one of two things that’s kept me alive well past what would’ve been my expiration date. You’re a saint for putting up with my crazy ass.
She chuckles softly.
James Spade: Back at you, beautiful. We both had our moments when we were done and ready to cash out our chips early. Then you had the greatest gift you could ever give a guy like me, our sweet little girl.
A pained expression crossed his face and Mel put her arm around him. His head lowers and those long strands of greying brown hair fall over his face.
James Spade: I never wanted her hurt, you know? All I wanted was for her to experience something I never got to experience as a kid and I wasn’t sure I’d get another chance to do so with us all together as a family. Our only trip to Disneyland together and what happens? We get used for some thick, no-neck having bastard and his buddies to get over… she gets hurt.
The Rebel stiffens up, her jaw tightening.
Rebel: I could’ve took those two fuckers we got by myself but those first few shots from the ambush fucked me up. I had ‘em both on the ropes, but I slipped a step and ate a foot and a pole to the head. I didn’t even get to see that roided fuck lay hands on our daughter but if he had with me still conscious? I don’t know how, but I’d have killed him. Flat out.
Spade looks at her, a small smile on his face.
James Spade: Don’t fuck with Mama bear….
She leans forward, pressing her forehead to his.
Rebel: You’re goddamn right.
James Spade: Solomon’ll get his but we gotta’ teach these punks why they’re backing the wrong horse.
Rebel: The Headhunters…. God did they taunt and fuck with us both, joking about very real shit with us almost losing our daughter.
Spade smirks and grips the back of Mel’s head.
James Spade: That’s because the only way they could get to us is through our child and she’ll be safe at home, watching as we beat the living hell out of these boys and send them packing back under whatever rock they came out from. Nobody… and I mean nobody, fucks with my family.
Reaching behind the two of them, Spade pulls out a pair of Katana swords in hardwood scabbards. One was hiltless with a plain wooden handle and the other was an ornate, beautifully gripped weapon of a much higher grade. Melinda slips her arm from around Spade and pulls out her bright red aluminum baseball bat.
Rebel: Let’s fuck them up, lover.
James Spade: Damn straight.
He smiles and the two kiss deeply and passionately for what seems like an eternity, then Mel pushes him back a big, biting her lip.
Rebel: Pump the brakes… Can’t be having desert until after the main course.
Spade clears his throat with a wicked grin.
James Spade: Yeah, that Bitch-Boy Stew ain’t gonna’ eat itself.
Rebel: Too bad that dinner’s junk food but, but hey… survival of the fittest.
The two then walk off with the camera following them, Spade’s arm around Mel’s shoulder as she leans into him with a soft sigh. The scene ends and we got right back to ye’ old ringside.
~~
Tag Team Match
Southern Rebellion Wrestling's “Rebel” Melinda Rhodes and “WildCard” James Spade vs. The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway)
Southern Rebellion Wrestling's “Rebel” Melinda Rhodes and “WildCard” James Spade vs. The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway)
Torres: The is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART AND YOU'RE TO BLAME!!!!
DARLIN' YOU GIVE LOVE... A BAD NAME!!!”
DARLIN' YOU GIVE LOVE... A BAD NAME!!!”
Bon Jovi's classic "You Give Love a Bad Name" assaults the P/A system as the video package plays out, centered around a brushed metal star with cybernetic orange/red wings and the word REBEL blazing across them. Through the curtains steps "The Rebel" Melinda Rhodes with short and spiked blond hair, tight black leather tights with red and silver strips that spell her name, heavy knee pads, laced boots with red, white, and black tassels, road gloves, crop top, a red leather vest with that winged Rebel Star logo on the back, a chain choker around her neck, blood red lipstick, and deep black eye shadow. In her hand is her favorite bright red aluminum baseball bat, which she twirls around as her head bobs to the beat.
She then rushes down to ringside, leaps over the apron and under the ropes, popping up to slide on her knees to the center. She hops to her feet, raising the baseball bat in the air and then, with a wicked grin, she points it in the general direction of her opponent, be they in her ring or still waiting in the back.
"Walk on Water" by Ozzy Osbourne plays as James Spade makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Savannah, GA...weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and eighty-five pounds...they are The Rebel and The Wildkard….MELINDDDAAAA RHODEEEEESSSSSSS AND JAMEEEESSSS SPADDDDDDDDEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The husband and wife teaming together for the first time in a long time for their history.
America: Let’s not leave out that Melinda is competing under a one time appearance for 1WM. She has not signed on for any further dates beyond tonight.
Nipsey Hussle’s "Last Time That I Checked" starts playing as the crowd explodes into a collective jeer knowing that The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, are about to make their way out. After a few moments the California brothers have not shown up.
Taj: Where in the world are the Headhunters?!
America: I know they’re here tonight because I had a couple beers with them before Massive went on the air.
Melinda and Spade, cautiously looking about, unsure of what is transpiring and preparing for a possible sneak attack.
Taj: Melinda and Jaames are rightfully on guard as this could be a trap by Eric and Dexter.
After a small discussion between Torres and the referee, the referee signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: It seems as if the official has started this match.
America: What?! The Headhunters aren’t even out here! Has anyone checked to see if they are hurt? Maybe they were jumped by some jealous team backstage?
Melinda, Spade, and the ref all look to the entrance way as the ref begins the countout.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
America: This is some bull!
Five…
Six…
Seven…
Eight…
Nine…
Ten!
Torres: Due to count out...the winners of this match...Melinda Rhodes and James Spade!
Taj: Not quite the vindication Melinda and James were seeking but it will go down in the record book as a win.
America: This that bull!
Melinda and Spade argue with the referee concerning the lack of a match. The ref can only explain he has to stand by what he was told to do. The couple exit the ring clearly upset over the “win”.
The screen cuts to another part of the arena where we find none other than the “Handsome Half-breed” himself, Alex Slayer, pacing back and forth in his locker room. He is already dressed for his match with his ring jacket draped over a chair near-by to him as he stops and looks at the camera.
Alex Slayer: Over the course of the last few weeks, my opponent for tonight has gotten it into her head that this match is all about how great she is and how she’s supposedly going to make my career. The problem is that when you look up the word “delusional” in the Oxford dictionary, you see Q’s face right there, all front and center and shit. I have said this in other promotions and I want to make this clear. My entire family are professional wrestlers. My mother is a wrestler, my father is a wrestler, my stepfather is a wrestler, my godfather is a wrestler, my aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, cousins, nephews, and nieces are all fucking professional wrestlers.
I have fully embraced the art of professional wrestling and while I could’ve gone out there and followed the same path as each member of my large and extended family...instead I chose to go out there and make my own fucking mark on this industry, haven’t I? But you Q, you’re not a real wrestler. You carry around some fake little title named for you and you play at being a professional wrestler. Your blatant disrespect for an industry that so many of us work our asses off for years to get to a company like One Wrestling Movement that you sully with your bullshit is a mark of supreme disrespect.
Alex’s face then slowly turns into a very cold smile.
Alex Slayer: That’s why the first chance that I got, I laid you out in your own disgrace. With one simple flash of the blade, I cut you down and then simply walked away without a second look back because you weren’t worth it. But then you got up and started to make it about you. About how great you were meant that everyone was gunning for you and your fake ass title. But then I simply put you out of my mind and focused on the more important things like my work with the Foundation here in this company among other greater things. But you...being the ego driven little bitch that you are, you just couldn’t let go and then you came to Pro Wrestling Nova and jump me, sprouting more of you insipid drivel about how great you are as you did so and then you decreed that you wanted a match here at Massive.
So I agreed to it and all that we’ve heard from you in the days leading up to it have been even more of your inane drivel...when you’ve chosen to say anything at all which you then play off as you have something better to do. Q, the only better thing that you have to do is simply leave this building and this promotion before our match tonight...because the moment that bell rings, I will fucking cut you down faster than even *GOD* himself can fucking *blink*! While you have been getting your precious nails done, I have been watching every single one of your past matches..from your debut over in the Royalty Wrestling League up till now and I can honestly say that not one of them was a good match because you’ve constantly shown a supreme arrogance and thinking that will carry you through the day and into the victor’s circle when in fact that very arrogance is what’s going to land you right where I want you to be.
The cold smile becomes colder.
Alex Slayer: Because right when you think that your victory has come, right when you think that you can turn me around and cinch in that last move that you need...there will be a flash of a blade and you.will.be.*DONE*! Just like *that*, Q. I can unsheathe the Yamato and cut you down with it from any direction that you can try and come at me from, Q. I’m just that damn *good*! You like to believe that your the best in the biz, bitch...I mother fucking EAT PEOPLE on a bad day and today...well, it’s going to be a very, very bad day for you and I’m very fucking hungry. So here in just a little while, when you strut out to the ring and you feel that cold chill on the back of your neck...that’s not paranoia, bitch…
Alex then stops and turns to grab his ring jacket before turning back to face the camera, that cold smile on his face as he walks out of the room as the camera fades to black.
~~
Singles Match
Alex Slayer vs. “Ya Girl” Q
Alex Slayer vs. “Ya Girl” Q
Torres: The following is a SINGLES MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
“Sad but True" by The Hu plays as Alex Slayer makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada...weighing in at two hundred and two-five pounds...standing at a height of six feet three inches...representing The Shinigami Foundation….he is ALEEEEXXXXX SLAYEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons plays as Q makes her way down to ringside.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet two inches….she is “Ya Girl”......QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before the referee even gets to call for the bell, Alex Slayer unwittingly leaves himself open to the antics of Q. While Alex starts to circle in preparation, Q is doing everything in her power to distract the referee and to seemingly put off the beginning of this match. Alex quickly tires of it, and he runs in at Q with a lariat clothesline which would have taken her head off if she wasn’t able to duck in time!
Ruby Kirk: Finally, this lousy official is gonna start doing his job! Let’s be gettin’ us a match!
DING DING DING!!!
Marci D’Abruzzo: Lock up in the middle, Slayer seizing the arm and moving in for that hammerlock, but quick reversal by Ya Girl Q into a hammerlock of her own, and Q effortlessly transitions into a headlock..
The crowd seems to already be finding Q tedious. They voice their disapproval as Q waggles a finger condescendingly, before taking Alex over with a headlock takedown and transitioning into a very cocky looking bodyscissors, eliciting a serious BOO this time.
Ruby Kirk: Alex Slayer ain’t about to be caught out by none o’ this, D’Abruzzo. Slayer breaks free and tries to reel Ya Girl Q in for that cobra twist..
Slayer almost gets the hold on, yet Q claws desperately and manages to roll out of the ring to more disapproval from the fans.
Marci D’Abruzzo: Nice, nice. That’s why Ya Girl Q is considered one of the smartest members of the 1WM roster, Rubes. Girl be takin’ a powder!
As Q stumbles around the ring collecting herself, the fans had begun to perk up as Slayer was building up a head of steam and starting his run up for a suicide diive to Q on the outer!
Ruby Kirk: Right on target!
Both Q and Slayer are sent crashing into the barricades and the ref starts his count as the two scramble to regain their footing.
One...
Two...
Three...
Slayer finds his bearings first, and he takes Q by the head and by an arm and hauls her to her feet. Slayer delivers a forearm shot to stun Q before rolling her back into the ring.
Four...
Five...
Slayer quickly leaps up onto the apron as he spots Q getting to her feet.
Marci D’Abruzzo: And a springboard edition of Slayer’s enziguri! But wait! The move goes wild as Ya Girl Q sidesteps!
The fans BOOOO as Q sneakily reels Alex Slayer into a roll up predicament.
One...
Two...
THRe...
Ruby Kirk: In all the fuss and excitement, Slayer only just manages to break free! However, I feel that Q is in the driver’s seat right now!
Mildly upset that her ploy backfired, Q growled and stunned Slayer with a hard forearm shot before hauling him up to his feet and sending him in for an irish whip into the corner, Slayer hitting hard.
Marci D’Abruzzo: I’ve seen Q end it all with this corner knee before, and this could be it all over again!
The fans POP as Slayer gets out of the way at the very last second and Q is left stuck on the second turnbuckle, and they begin to pop even more as Slayer hooks his prone opponent up in the corner.
Ruby Kirk: ROPE HUNG YAMATO C...HUH??
The fans think that Slayer has it in the bag with this impressive move, yet Q sneakily uses the momentum to land with her weight on top of Alex Slayer, and her feet draped across the second rope, ironically, out of view of the referee! Slayer is stuck!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Slayer angrily gets free from under Q right after the referee’s hand comes down for the count and Q folds up like an accordion, still out cold from that brutal Yamato cutter.
Torres: Here is your...winner...via pinfall - Ya Girl Q!!!!!
The fans are seemingly beside themselves at this result, and so is Alex Slayer. The referee looks over at Q and covers his mouth in horror, realizing that he must have counted the match with her feet illegally on the ropes!
Ruby Kirk: Ya Girl Q...she’s still unconscious. Oh my lort. Let’s be gettin’ a commercial or somethin’
Sitting on a scaffold backstage of the Staples Center are Eric and Dexter Calloway. The brothers known as The Headhunters are deep into a drunken bender made evident by the litter of empty beer cans surrounding them. The California duo crack open individual beers before toasting them together.
Eric Calloway: Fucc dem!
Dexter Calloway: Yeah fucc dem!
They down the beers quickly, tossing them to the side, and grab another beer. The scene fades.
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Singles Match
"Cornfed Badass" Cassie Morse vs. Olivia Rhodes
"Cornfed Badass" Cassie Morse vs. Olivia Rhodes
Torres: The following SINGLES MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
The arena lights dim with the opening guitar notes of Metallica’s cover of Bob Seger’s “Turn The Page.” The camera sweeps over the audience in a slow pan before cutting over to the curtain.
”On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moanin' out its one note song
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before”
You can listen to the engines moanin' out its one note song
You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before”
Smoke fills the entryway, crawling across the stage as the camera rests on the curtain with James Hetfield’s voice pouring through the speakers.
”But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you riding sixteen hours there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through”
When you riding sixteen hours there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through”
As the riff picks up, the curtain flies open and Cassie Morse storms out onto the stage with determination in her step. She barely lingers on the stage, casting a cold, downright bitter glare across the arena. She brushes a taped fist under her nose as she starts down the ramp; head down under the hood of her sleeveless sweatshirt. Fans she was once so eager to greet with high fives and hand slaps, she just brushes by, keeping her eyes away from them. She barely even looks at the camera as she storms right by it and circles the ring.
”Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playin' star again
There I go, turn the page”
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playin' star again
There I go, turn the page”
She reaches the side of the apron parallel to the stage and hoists herself up onto it where she dusts her feet off and steps in under the top rope. Cassie immediately explodes into action, just briefly, running the ropes for a quick warmup. As the chorus continues on, she moves to her corner, throwing a few shadow punches before snatching her hood off and quite angrily removes her entrance garb; the woman throws it down over the top rope and stands in her corner, turning towards the entryway again with that bitter scowl on her face.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Cheatham County, TN….weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches...she is the Cornfed Badass...CASSIEEEEEE MORSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Cassie has been the talk of the wrestling industry lately with her newfound attitude and focus.
America: It’s about time she realized that running behind the Kirks would amount to nothing for her career. Kudos to her!
The siren state of ”Salute” by Little Mix begins playing through the PA system in the arena as it is filled with purple and turquoise lights. The fans get on their feet as they wait for the grand entrance of one, Olivia Rhodes. When the lyrics start, Olivia comes out from behind the black curtain, she has her head held high as she walks to the top of the ramp while holding her robe out to the side as the fans instantly start to boo her. Once at the top of the stage extends her arms out to the side, smirking from ear to ear as she soaks in all the energy from the fans before doing a slow 360-degree turn. She lingers there for a few moments before she starts to make her way down the ramp. As she struts down towards the ring, her hands continue to hold out the sides of her robe.
Olivia reaches the bottom and undoes the robe, tossing it gently to the side as the chorus of the song begins to play. Olivia heads off to the right hand side and does a walkover in the middle before hopping onto the ring apron. She remains on her knees before stepping under the middle rope. She looks out at the crowd with her hands out to her sides again before heading off to the corner and climbing up the turnbuckle where she raises them once again. After hopping down she goes over to the opposite turnbuckle and repeats the same pose before getting down and leaning against the ropes as her entrance music faded away.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Sarasota, Florida...weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches...she is OLIVIAAAAAAAA RHODEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: One has to think that Olivia definitely needs a win here tonight at Massive. She hasn’t been seen often and honestly her career seems like it's just floating lifelessly along.
Taj: You may have a point, America.
DING DING DING!!!
Cassie Moore rolls her eyes as she steps into the center of the ring, but they nearly roll to the back of her head when Olivia Rhodes blasts her with a spinning heel kick! Cassie drops to the mat, holding her jaw, and rolls out of the ring. Olivia follows her out of the ring and hits her with a forearm smash, then follows it up with another, knocking her down to the outside. Olivia grabs Cassie by the head and smashes her face against the side of the ring apron! Olivia lifts Cassie and rolls her into the ring. Olivia is quickly taken down with a baseball slide from Cassie. The Cornfed Badass spins back around, holding her jaw, her back to the outside. Olivia gets back up and slides in the ring. Cassie turns around and Olivia takes her down with a spinning wheel kick! Olivia hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...Cassie kicks out!
Taj: Cassie may find this match pointless, but if she doesn’t take it more seriously, she may end up walking out of here with a loss!
Cassie gets back up to her feet and Olivia quickly chops her across the chest!
Crowd: WOOOO!!!
Cassie stumbles back, clutching her chest. Olivia swats Cassie’s hand away and chops her across the chest a second time!
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!
Cassie stumbles back into the corner. Olivia approaches, but Cassie quickly delivers a kick to the shin, followed by another, causing Olivia to stagger. Cassie hops up onto the second rope and goes for a double axe handle. Olivia blocks the attempt and goes to set up Cassie for a belly to belly suplex. However, Cassie counters with a headbutt, breaking Olivia’s grip. Cassie runs at Olivia but Olivia counters with an arm drag! Cassie gets back up and Olivia takes hwe down with a second arm drag! Olivia runs at Cassie, but Cassie goes low again, stopping Olivia’s momentum with a kick to the shin, sending her down to a knee. Cassie bounces off the ropes and as Olivia gets up, nails her with a superman punch! Olivia goes down and Cassie goes for the cover.
One…
Two...Olivia gets the shoulder up!
Cassie grabs a grounded Olivia by the head and nails her with a fierce right hand, sending her head bouncing off the mat. Cassie stands and waits for Olivia to get up, before sending her back down to the mat with a back elbow! Cassie slides out of the ring and grabs Olivia’s arm, dragging her to the edge of the ring so that her head is underneath the bottom rope. Cassie takes a few steps back and drops an elbow across Olivia’s throat! Olivia grasps at her neck as Cassie slides back into the ring and hovers in the corner. She waits for Olivia to get up and as soon as she does, runs and takes her down with a spinning neckbreaker! Cassie leaps up into the air and crashes down across Olivia’s chest with a huge elbow drop! Cassie sneers triumphantly as she gets back to her feet. She watches as Olivia struggles to her feet, runs, and bounces off the ropes, drilling Olivia with a big boot! Cassie drops down and covers Olivia.
One...
Two...Olivia kicks out!
Taj: It’s going to take more than that to go over on a veteran like Olivia.
Olivia tries to get back up, but Cassie grabs her by the head and locks in a side headlock, attempting to keep the wrestler down on the mat. Olivia struggles and struggles, clawing her way to her feet. Olivia drives her elbows square into Cassie’s stomach repeatedly, eventually causing her to break the headlock. Olivia then blasts Cassie with an uppercut. Cassie stumbles but Olivia grabs Cassie’s head and hits her with another uppercut. This causes Cassie to stumble around some more. Olivia runs, bounces off the ropes, and goes for a springboard uppercut. Cassie manages to drop down to the mat to dodge last minute. Cassie runs at Olivia and goes for a clothesline, but Olivia ducks. She attempts to hit a superkick, but Cassie JUST dodges the kick, scrambling backward into the corner. Olivia stays on Cassie, running at her and hitting a clothesline in the corner! Cassie stumbles out. Olivia bounces off the ropes and nails Cassie with a spear! Cassie hooks the leg.
One...
Two...Cassie just gets the shoulder up!
Olivia shakes her head, but uses the moment to take a breather. She gets to her feet, watching Cassie recover. Cassie gets to her knees and Olivia steps forward, attempting to hit a big boot. Cassie blocks the blow by grabbing Olivia’s foot. Cassie holds onto Olivia’s leg and hits her with a right hand, followed by another, followed by a third! Cassie finally drops Olivia’s leg and then kicks her in the stomach. Cassie grabs Olivia’s head, looking for a DDT. Olivia spins out of it, instead blasting Cassie with a high knee to the face! Cassie stumbles back against the ropes, the loopiness evident on her face. Olivia grabs Cassie’s arm and goes to whip her to the ropes, but Cassie reverses it. As Olivia bounces off the ropes, Cassie goes for a clothesline. Olivia ducks underneath and keeps running. Olivia then bounces off the ropes, looking for a Superman punch, but Cassie catches her in mid-air with an uppercut! Cassie drags a dazed Olivia up to her feet and executes Country Style Piledriver (Cradle Piledriver)!
America: Cassie with the CSP!
Cassie hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner...Cassie Moore!
Taj: Olivia forced Cassie to give this match a little more energy with a tough fight, but in the end, Cassie has walked away with the win!
As Metallica’s “Turn The Page” fades out from the PA system, Cassie Morse is back in the ring with a microphone, pacing around on the mat as she catches her breath. As Olivia Rhodes makes her way up the ramp, Cassie calls out -- no, she actually whistles through her teeth at her.
Cassie Morse: Hey, girl! I guess you ain’t as bad as you thought you was, are ya? Got yer ass whupped by the little dumb country girl. Or was it I just got lucky? I’m sure I’ll hear something along those lines later tonight. Take yer ass on back outta my sight.
Cassie glares up the ramp before turning back and walking to the center of the ring, bringing the microphone back up.
Cassie Morse: Alright, then! Now that I got that crap outta the way…. In case y’all ain’t got it in yer heads yet, I reckon I oughta--
Before she gets another word out, the arena fills with the sound of Highly Suspect’s slow, creeping guitar riff to “My Name Is Human.” Cassie freezes in place as the crowd erupts into a roaring pop. She sloooowly turns around to face the stage again as a silhouetted figure walks out onto the stage while an abundance of pink dyed mist collects at her feet. It’s...it’s CODA! One Wrestle Movement’s latest signee has arrived! Cassie stands in a state mixed with anger and disbelief as the woman on stage, staring right back down the ramp at her. Cassie slowly lowers the microphone as Coda leisurely approaches the ring without the mask she typically wears. Their eyes never leave each other as Coda draws closer and closer.
Taj: Coda is out here to confront Cassie!
America: For what? Coda needs to mind her damn business!
Cassie lets the microphone fall from her hand and stands, waiting, hunched over like a wolf ready to pounce if threatened. Coda climbs up onto the apron, gets into the ring and just stands there, watching her with a dominant stance and almost emotionless eyes. Tentatively, Cassie straightens her posture and the two begin circling the mat, still staring each other down. They both stop and Coda finally looks back at ring announcer, Mari Moon. She then turns back to Cassie as the latter also looks at Mari and makes the connection. The cold, hateful look on Cassie’s face changes into one of amusement, laughing as she makes the connection. She points between Mari and Coda, clearly asking if she put her up to this but Mari, wide eyed, has no idea what’s going on! Just as she looks to ask her sister what she’s doing, Cassie springs into action!! She rushes Coda but Coda’s ready and rushes to meet her halfway! BOOM!! It’s on!! Fists are flying between the two as the crowd jumps to their feet, erupting with excitement!!
Taj: It’s like we’re having a match after the match!
America: This is unfair to Cassie. Coda wrestled at the top of Massive so she’s well rested. I knew there was a reason why I wasn’t going to like this Coda chick.
The two briefly break apart before Cassie lunges in low, driving her shoulder into Coda’s midsection and lifts her to run her back into the corner. Cassie drives her shoulder over and over into Coda’s ribs as Coda rains hammer fists down on her back! In a brief window of opportunity, when Cassie starts to rise, Coda grabs her and throws her around into the same corner and starts firing off forearms! She sets Cassie up for an Irish whip, sending the hoss gal hard into the other corner. Coda CHARGES IN and shoots for the Symphonic Elbow but Cassie throws her feet up and catches her in the chest, knocking her to the mat. Coda starts to get back up but Cassie’s already over her, pulling her up into position for the CSP!! Coda acts fast and yanks those tree trunk legs out from under her in a Double Leg Takedown and The Seoul Samurai pounces right on her, raining down punches! Cassie fires them right back as the two switch positions on the mat before Coda just goes into a full on ground and pound, causing Cassie to cover up near the ropes. Finally, Cassie pulls herself out of the ring with Coda trying to grab at her through the ropes.
Taj: Cassie hightailing it out of there while she still can.
America: It’s called a tactical retreat, Taj. Cassie is using her head.
Cassie backs up towards the ramp, holding her jaw. Smiling. She is smiling!! Coda holds onto the middle rope with a white knuckle grip and a fire not-often-seen in her eyes. Cassie back pedals up the ramp, strangely satisfied with the encounter as a group of referees pour from backstage and quickly get between her and Coda still in the ring. Cassie backs up onto the stage, smiling, laughing and nodding as “My Name Is Human” resumes and the shot ends with Coda just standing there, stoic as she watches Cassie leave.
Coming 2021
Singles Match
“Miss 1WM” Bianca Davis vs. “Your Favorite Worst Nightmare” Brien Storm
“Miss 1WM” Bianca Davis vs. “Your Favorite Worst Nightmare” Brien Storm
Torres: The following is a SINGLES MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
“Hate Me Now” by Nas featuring Puff Daddy plays as the dapperly suited Joshua Samson makes his way out to a thunderous collective jeer from the attending crowd. THE Executive Representative swaggers his way down to ringside and has a seat at the commentators’ table with Taj and America.
Samson: Excuse me but I’m sure you ladies wouldn’t mind me sitting in on this match?
Taj: Go right on ahead. You’ll actually be able to give us a little bit more insight into this match.
America: This is going to be even more interesting than it was before.
Torres: Introducing first, from High Green, Sheffield….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds…standing at a height of five feet eleven inches...he represents The Fourthcoming….he is the Favorite Worst Nightmare…. BRIENNNNN STORRRRRRMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Brianstorm” by Arctic Monkeys plays as Brien Storm walks to the ring.
Taj: Brien doesn't look too terribly happy as he walks out here to the ring.
America: Would you if you were going against a member of your team?
Taj: I think that I would be able to put feelings aside and get the job done.
America: Regardless, this match is going to put a rift between these two no matter what the outcome is.
Samson: I honestly think that Brien and Bianca will put on the match of the year and afterward they will continue on dominating in 1WM.
Torres: And his opponent… from Malibu, California… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds...standing at a height of five feet nine inches…she represents The Fourthcoming...she is Miss 1WM….BIANCCCCAAAAA DAVIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS!
“Bad Bitch” by Bebe Rexha hits over the public address system, as the fans begin to boo loudly as the lights dim and a lone spotlight hits over the entrance way. As out from the back walking while doing her trademark beauty pageant wave is none other than The Queen B herself. She stops and poses arrogantly at the top of the ramp as the spotlight follows her down she keeps up her wave but staying far in the center to avoid the fans hands. As she then begins to point and giggle at them. She keeps up her supermodel-like strut down to the ring returning to giving the pageant wave as she then climbs up the stairs and puts her hands on her hips ordering the ref to lower the rope for her. As she enters under the bottom rope she poses arrogantly in the center of the ring before giving off her wave as she soaks in the boos.
Taj: Bianca is pompous and arrogant as always.
America: What’s wrong with that, Taj? You could stand a tad bit of arrogance in your life.
Samson: Very good point. Humble people don’t prosper in life.
The two stablemates start off by locking up in the center of the ring, pushing each other around as they both try to get control of the match. The two part before Brien shoves Bianca backward who then fires off a slap that echoes. She then follows it up with a kick to Brien’s left knee and an eye rake before hitting a spinning heel kick that sends Brien off into the ropes. When he comes rebounding back, she then hits him with Queen’s Makeover (sit out facebuster) before covering him.
One…
Tw…kick out!
Taj: A very ballsy attempt there by Bianca… going for a pin attempt very early in the match.
America: Well Bianca is pretty resourceful in the ring wouldn’t you say, Mr. Samson?
Samson: Without a doubt. I don’t give out my services to just anyone. That’s why what you’re seeing is the main event of Massive. Regardless of that match between the former lovers later tonight for the World championship, the Battle of Fourthcoming is the rightful main event.
Brien and Bianca are both quickly back up to their feet and Bianca goes to kick Brien’s left knee, but he counters and instead hits her with a snap dragon suplex, quickly following it up with a series of mounted forearms that he delivers directly across her face. She puts her arms up in an attempt to block him but he manages to get one between them. Bianca brings her leg up and kicks him in the inner thigh, causing him to back off of his offense and allowing her to get up to her knees. But before she can do anything else, Brien locks in a dragon sleeper as she starts to flail her limbs around. Eventually she’s able to start getting up to her feet, where she nails him with a few stiff elbows to the abdomen. Brien backs off… but it doesn’t last for very long as he comes charging back at her, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair. Without hesitation, he drives his right knee up into her abdomen before hoisting her up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position. He boasts a little bit by walking around for a few brief moments before he drops her down with her head ricocheting off his knee.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!
Taj: Brien almost had Bianca there!
Brien is visibly frustrated as he gets back up to his feet, pulling Bianca up by her arm. He wrenches her head back using another handful of hair and mutters something before spinning her around, looking to hit a one handed bulldog. But she is able to pull the wool over his eyes when she rakes her hands across his back before hitting a spinning heel kick that sends him stumbling back into the corner. Bianca then takes this opportunity and places her foot against his throat for a corner foot choke. He struggles against her foot as she applies more and more pressure before eventually relenting and letting him go. You can almost see the rage in her eyes as she watches him stumble out of the corner. She runs up behind him and hits a running bulldog. Both competitors are down on the mat, looking pretty gassed.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Bianca is up to her feet, pulling herself up to a vertical base by using the ropes.
Five…
Six…
Seven…
Brien is up to his feet but almost instantly falls back to his knees as Bianca smirks before charging forward again, this time hitting Coronation (shining wizard) and going for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… BIANCA DAVIS!
After the hardfought and grueling match up between both members of the Forthcoming Brien Storm and Bianca Davis. The two stand up and walk over even the fans are cheering though some boos for two of the most hated people in One Wrestling. Joshua Samson is clapping as he makes his way to ringside from the commentators’ table.
Taj: What a match between these two! A surprisingly clean match between these two, very competitive to say the least. Neither competitor should be ashamed of what they brought to the table tonight!
America: For once we can agree these two brought it on the line and at the last show of 2020 both Brien and my girl Bianca should not be overlooked by anyone!
The two partners soon eye each other closely before Brien sticks out his hand. Bianca looks with a smile on her face as she shakes his hand. They both have big smiles on their faces.
Taj: What sportsmanship! This is a night of surprises for sure.
All of a sudden out of nowhere Bianca quickly kicks Brien between the legs as the fans boo loudly. Bianca’s smile turns into an evil smirk.
America: You were saying, Taj?
Taj: What’s going on?! Why is Bianca doing this?!
Soon as Brien is down, he looks at Joshua, who has made it into the ring and has a huge grin on his face seemingly knowing this was to happen. The boos become even louder as Bianca does her trademark pageant wave before putting the boots down to Brien.
Taj: What on Earth is this?! What’s going on? Why is this happening?
America: For once I don’t have an answer. Though, I am sure Bianca and Joshua have very good reasons for this.
Bianca lifts Brien up, telling him that she is sorry about all of this. She bounces off the ropes and hits Coronation which sends Brien back down to the canvas! She poses smugly for the approval of her executive representative before asking for a microphone. Joshua hands one to her as she stands over Brien a smug proud expression.
Taj: Looks like we’re about to find out why?
Beaming with pride, Joshua stands closer to his client as the Queen B stood tall over her now former comrade in the Fourthcoming. The haughty blonde waits for the fans to quiet down. The smug heiress begins to speak.
Bianca Davis: I am sorry Brien really I am but it ddn’t have to be this way really but lets be honest here. I mean we had our fun for a while we were doing what we said we wanted to do and that was running roughshot all over these basics. But then what happened it all fell apart we were no longer getting opportunities the Queen B Miss 1WM hasn’t had even a shot at any title since September why? Instead we were forced into a stupid tag team tournament, then we had a tag team match last show again!
Bianca is speaking with venom feeling held back by management, as the fans boo her even louder.
Bianca Davis: And last show you were the one panned in a tag team match we should have won and I looked around and saw opportunities ones that rightfully belonged to me being passed to the other wrestlers here. So how do you all like me now huh?! So then this match at Massive got announced and once again management decided to screw with me by putting me against Brien here, and you know what? I decided right then and there with my fabulous representative Joshua here that I needed to make a statement tonight and as you can tell we did that. Now why this why now, and why you? Well we are getting that will you rude uggos shut up for five seconds?!
The fans boo get even louder as Bianca looks annoyed as she yells into the microphone.
Bianca Davis: I SAID SHUT UP! God your breath is so not flattering!
The boos only get louder as Bianca puts a hand on her hip in obvious annoyance. She looks down at the fallen Brien once again. Before returning her gaze to the camera.
Bianca Davis: You see 2021 is gonna be the year of Miss 1WM no longer am I gonna be held down. You see this if I am willing to do this to someone who I considered a friend then imagine the depths I will sink to to get what I want going forward. Cedric no longer will I just allow management to screw me time and time again! I came this close to being the world champion.
Bianca motions holding her fingers together very closely to emphasize her point.
Bianca Davis: And, in 2021 I will become a champion here in One Wrestling and there is nothing anyone can do to stop me. Because it's all about me it's all about Queen B Its all about Miss 1WM, and the Samson family. So this is the start now after this I have a list of demands I expect to start being met if not what happened tonight will pale in comparison to what happens. So take a look because you will be seeing more and more of this beautiful face on your screens. All hail the Queen B All hail Bianca Davis.
Bianca does a kiss face to the camera before blowing one to Brien. ”Bad Bitch” plays over the public address system. Bianca does her trademark pageant wave to her “adoring” public as Samson claps for her. She yells at a stage hand to lower the rope for her which they do as she exits holding the hand of Samson who lets her down to the floor. She blows kisses to the booing fans and the show then fades to backstage.
As Massive continues, we fade into an extreme close-up. A stylized unicursal hexagram colored bright pink rests at the center with a dark blue background. The zoom-out reveals that this is a disposable cloth face mask wrapped around the ears of 1WM’s newest signee, Coda! The mask covers her mouth and her nose, yet her piercing eyes are a gleaming shade of black. The camera continues to reveal her lean, athletic body in her sweaty ring gear she’s been wearing throughout the night. The liquid drips down the porcelain skin of her wiry arms, gently collecting at her buckled hand-forearm guards that match the same colors as her mask. In fact, her entire get-up is dark blue with thin bright pink accents throughout. She explores the backstage area when all of a sudden, the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion Arley Kirk approaches her!
Arley Kirk: Yuh, grrrl!
The Suicide Blonde, ever excitable, had recently gotten into her ring gear. She has gone for the maroon PVC skulls corset and ¾ tights combo for tonight. Arley had been pacing the halls and shadow boxing in preparation for her upcoming title defense. Arley was actually pretty happy to run into a familiar face at this moment. It's difficult to tell what Coda feels as Arley runs up and throws her arms around her, yet Coda definitely doesn't stop her! Arley senses the discomfort, however, and releases her.
Arley Kirk: I sees you, Coda! Welcome to One Wrestle Movement, hun! I mean, I gotta say, the way that you were introduced to certain members of this roster is kinda fakkin' embarrassing.
Arley pulls a face, thinking back on Cassie Morse.
Arley Kirk: But hey, what do YOU think about it all?
The Seoul Samurai looks down pensively, then looks back at Arley.
Coda: Cassie has attempted to gain your attention, but in her shortsightedness, she gained mine instead.
She speaks with a slightly different rhythm than Arley, her sweet voice a little flat but passionate all the same.
Coda: She hurt Mari. She hurt Lash. Repercussions were in order, yes?
Arley's face turns dark for just a second before she lets out a sigh.
Arley Kirk: I don't know just where the hell that she gets off going off like this because 'Oh wah wah wah, nobody's paying attention to me' doesn't quite cut it.
Arley raises a pierced eyebrow incredulously.
Arley Kirk: By deciding to target good people who were just going about their gotdang JOBS, Cassie has shown herself to be that coward who she flat out promised all this time that she ain't!
Arley looks as though she wants to punch the wall behind her, or perhaps the nearby vending machine, but she cools it.
Arley Kirk: Look, Coda. Cassie Morse shall be dealt with. Harshly. Ricky Stanton? He's about to lose more than what he's bargaining for. Any other monsters who happen to be hiding under our beds? They're much like the dormant volcanoes we hear so much about...
Coda: You cannot afford distractions. I will handle Cassie. It is what friends do.
Coda smiles behind her mask, and Arley playfully tries to goad Coda into a game of "slaps,” a dueling game that they play often and that Coda actually enjoys. It's a strategy game where your hands serve as the swords, and the target is your opponent's head. Coda grips her wrist and absent-mindedly, albeit instinctually, throws it away from her. Coda seems caught on a thought train.
Coda: Beat Graham.
With a punch to her own chest and a knowing smile, Arley turns to take her leave.
Arley Kirk: You betcha! And you wanna make Dean sorry that he ever asked, yuh?
Coda silently agrees. Arley nods and then heads down the hallway. The sounds of Arley's boots clacking against the stone floor grows more and more distant, yet to Coda's astonishment, the shrill and overly excitable voice of the 1WM champion as she cheerfully greets others does not. With that, Coda walks off in the opposite direction.
~~
Three Way Match
Griffin Hawkins vs. Solomon Monster vs. “Pretty” Ricky Stanton
Griffin Hawkins vs. Solomon Monster vs. “Pretty” Ricky Stanton
Torres: The following is a THREE WAY MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”Wild Child” by W.A.S.P plays as Griffin Hawkins makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first from Windsor, Ontario, Canada….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches...he is the Jukebox Hero….GRIFFINNNNN HAWKINNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Godzilla" by Eminem plays as Solomon Monster makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Compton, California….weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches...he is The Monster….SOLOMONNNNNNNN MONSTEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Judas” by Fozzy plays as Ricky Stanton makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Finally from Richmond, Virginia….weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds...standing at a height of six feet even….he is Pretty….RICKKKKYYYY STANTOOOONNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This one is going to me explosive, America. The animosity brewing between these three is off the charts.
America: I’ve been waiting on this match all month, Taj.
The referee looks at all three men. He then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
All three stare at one another cautiously as they wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen right away, Griffin Hawkins steps toward the center of the ring. He looks at both Ricky Stanton and Solomon Monster, gesturing for both men to give it their best shot. Solomon can’t help but laugh as Ricky decides that he’s going to step forward. The two men meet in the center of the ring and begin to exchange vicious shots with one another---neither man budging an inch. Blow after blow connects as Griffin finally begins to take control. He knocks Ricky back against the ropes and then shoots him across the ring---sending Ricky to the mat with a hiptoss! Griffin can’t help but grin at his success, though the confidence quickly fades as Solomon nearly takes his head off with a big clothesline!
Taj: Stuff like that is the problem with these triple threat matches…
America: You always need to be prepared for what the next man is going to do!
Solomon drags Griffin up and pounds away on his back with a series of clubbing blows. Griffin tries his hardest to fight back, but the blows are too much for him to deal with. Once Solomon takes control of the situation, he hoists Griffin into the air and slams him down to the mat with a big suplex! Griffin crawls over toward the nearest corner to pull himself back up to his feet. Unfortunately for him, Solomon is waiting---running toward Griffin and hitting him with a big splash for his efforts! Griffin falls to the mat as the fans show their disdain for Solomon. Monster then turns around and gets hit with an enziguri that sends him staggering! He tries to shake it off by shooting Ricky across the ring, though Stanton returns with a flying forearm smash that takes Solomon off of his feet!
Taj: We’ve seen what makes all of these men tick to start this one! We’ve got the power of Solomon, the athleticism of Griffin…
America: And the pure confidence of Ricky! I love it!
Solomon stumbles back up to his feet as Ricky runs and hits him with a knee strike! Ricky then notices that Griffin is charging toward him. Smirking, Ricky lifts Griffin into the air and slams him down to the mat with a flapjack! Ricky calls for the fans to cheer, which they shower him with jeers! Ricky then grabs Solomon by the head. Ricky tries to use the ropes to his advantage to deliver a tornado DDT, but Solomon dumps him out onto the apron! Ricky tries to make his way back into the ring, but a massive elbow shot from Solomon sends him crashing to the floor! Solomon smirks, but not for long as Griffin grabs him from behind and rolls Solomon up for the pin.
One...
Two...Solomon kicks out!
Both men make it back up to their feet. Griffin leaps into the air and hits Solomon in the mouth with a spinning heel kick! The impact knocks Solomon into the ropes. Solomon bounces off as Griffin tries to power Solomon into the air for a Samoan drop---showing some surprising strength in the process! Solomon manages to land on the mat behind Griffin, however, as he shakes his head. He grabs hold of Griffin and powers him into the air for a gorilla press slam! Ricky springboards into the ring and hits Solomon with a dropkick! Ricky hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: This has been back and forth so far, with no one really able to gain an advantage!
America: That’s what makes it so fun, though!
Ricky briefly considers continuing the attack on Solomon. He then stops himself and instead focuses his attention on Griffin. Ricky locks him into a front facelock and begins to try and wear Griffin down. Griffin tries to fight his way out of Ricky’s grasp. Perhaps sensing that Griffin is about to escape, Ricky sends him crashing to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Ricky hooks the leg.
One...
Two...Griffin kicks out!
Ricky waits for Griffin to start pulling himself back up to his feet. He sends him right back to the mat with a snapmare! Ricky then bounces off of the ropes and tries to get him into position for a running mafia kick---only to have Solomon cut him off with a lariat! Ricky crashes HARD to the mat! Solomon hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...Griffin breaks up the pin attempt!
Solomon tries to bring himself back up to his feet. Griffin bounces off of the ropes and plants Solomon on the mat with a bulldog! Solomon once again tries to bring himself back up to his feet. This time, Griffin tries to plant him on the mat with hurricanrana! Solomon catches Griffin in the air and slams him to the mat with a HUGE powerbomb! Solomon covers.
One...
Two...
TH...Ricky breaks up the pin attempt!
Taj: Oh wow!
America: These men are NOT giving their opponents an opening and that’s been a whole lot of fun to watch!
Ricky connects with a series of knee strikes to knock Solomon off balance! He then sends Solomon crashing to the mat with a diamond cutter ---hooking the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...Solomon powers out!!
Ricky shakes his head before grabbing Solomon up. Solomon powers his way out and shoves Ricky away. Ricky stumbles a few steps as Solomon charges. Just before he can do anything, Ricky responds by catching Solomon with a thumb to the eye! The impact sends Solomon stumbling around right before Griffin sends him crashing to the mat with a backstabber! Griffin drops on top of Solomon and covers.
One...
Two...Ricky breaks up the pin attempt!
Taj: I have no idea how someone is going to take control of this one!
Ricky drags Griffin up to his feet as the two men once again begin to exchange blows with one another in the center of the ring, much to the delight of just about every fan in attendance. They battle back and forth. Ricky is finally able to gain control as he catches Griffin in the jaw with a right fist! Griffin staggers around before Solomon grabs him from behind and slams him to the mat with a Samoan drop! Ricky tries to take advantage of the opening by grabbing hold of Solomon and hitting him with a series of forearm shots! He then tries to wrestle Solomon into position for another diamond cutter---only to have Solomon reverse and deliver a gutwrench suplex instead!
Taj: That has to be it!
The fans are on their feet as Solomon hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THRE...Ricky Stanton just barely breaks it up in time!
America: Or not!
Griffin hits Solomon with a knee trembler that sends him stumbling out to the floor. He then spins around and delivers a Shot In The Dark (superkick)! Griffin hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
TorresTorres: The winner of this match...Griffin Hawkins!!!
America: Griffin only needed one opening, but damn it, he made it count!
Taj: History was made tonight, America!
The referee holds Griffin’s arm high in the air as "Wild Child" by W.A.S.P plays in the arena and crowd goes wild. Outside of the ring, Solomon looks at Griffin. The two men lock eyes and stare each other down. Griffin then smirks as he gets back to his celebration but it is short-lived. From behind Ricky hits a lariat that knocks Griffin to the mat. The referee rolls out of the ring. Ricky tries to stomp his foot through Griffin's back as the crowd jeers his heinous actions.
Taj: Ricky is livid and he's taking his frustrations out on Griffin!
America: And here comes Solomon!
Solomon slides back into the ring and spears Ricky off of Griffin. He straddles Ricky and lands a few haymakers on his skull before Ricky answers back with a couple more of his own. While Solomon and Ricky land bombs on each other, Griffin gets up to his feet. He turns around and instinctively joins the fray as both men have gotten to their feet. Griffin starts landing shots on both men to the delight of the crowd.
Taj: They are going to have to get security in there to break this up!
America: No one in their right mind is going to be willing to separate these pissed off ring warriors!
Suddenly the lights inside the Staples Center go out and L'Orchestra Cinématique's epic remix of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" begins to play. An uneasy stillness comes over the crowd as the three men in the ring finally break their war of fists, each backing away cautiously as they stare out to see the source of the black out. The big screen over the entrance ramp displays the words "FORGET ME NOT" in white lettering followed by the name "THE FORGOTTEN ONE."
America: Now what?!
Taj: I don’t know but whoever this Forgotten One is, they've managed to stop Griffin, Solomon, and Ricky from killing each other!
America: This music sounds familiar, Taj.
A spotlight hits the ramp and a mysterious figure appears wearing a long hooded black and red coat.
Taj: I know! But this must be the unknown person leaving "Forget Me Not" tweets on the 1WM Twitter feed the past week!
America: But what does this... person have to do with Griffin, Solomon, and Ricky?
Taj: Wait a sec...! This is “Moonlight Sonata” playing! Goodness gracious, could it be?!
As Taj and America try to unravel the identity of the mystery figure, the hooded person has made it to the ring. He slides under the ropes and quickly is on his feet. The arena lights return as the hooded figure fearlessly faces off against the three combatants.
America: WHO?
Solomon tries to look under the hood but Ricky has had enough of the interruption. He swings at the hooded figure who ducks effortlessly, grabs his arm, jumps up and hooks Ricky's opposite arm with his legs and executes a crucifix driver! Ricky is driven head and neck first into the mat with a nasty thud. Ricky's eyes are glazed over before falling unconscious. The mystery person's hood falls back as he stands over Ricky. Brown shoulder length hair obscures the person's identity as the crowd starts to react. Suddenly the mystery person spits a large wad of saliva on the head of the fallen Ricky Stanton before slowly turning his head.
America: THE FORGOTTEN ONE HAS LAID OUT RICKY STANTON! WHO IS IT, TAJ?!
Before Taj can respond, the Staples Center crowd goes ape shit as the mystery person pushes his hair back showing his face to Griffin, Solomon, and the viewing audience. Griffin looks stunned. Solomon's mouth drops and his eyes nearly bug out.
Taj: HOLY CRAP! IT’S ERICK ST. JOHN! ERICK ST. JOHN IS BACK IN 1WM!
America: ARE YOU FOR REAL?! ERICK ST. JOHN IS THE FORGOTTEN ONE?!
The crowd noise is deafening in the Staples Center.
Taj: This is Los Angeles! We're in Erick St. John's hometown!
America: But I thought Erick St. John was suspended indefinitely from 1WM?
Taj: Well something drastically changed because Erick is back in One Wrestle Movement!
Erick St. John has a sinister smirk on his face as he looks at the crowd and shocks the wrestling world. Solomon's initial shock transforms into a cocky grin as he and Erick St. John lock eyes.
America: Uh-oh, I know that look!
Taj: I know what you mean! This Emeritus reunion is not going to be a good thing for Griffin Hawkins!
The crowd instantly changes its cheer to jeers as Erick St. John nods at Solomon before they turn their attention toward Griffin. Griffin is still amped from the triple threat match and he's ready to go again. He takes a defensive stance as the two Emeritus brothers stalk him.
Taj: Get out of there, Griffin!
America: These two are looking to pick up where they left off several months ago!
The words are barely out of America's mouth when Erick St. John lands a loud stiff superkick on the side of Solomon's head! Solomon's head snaps back like an wounded politician and falls flat on his back! The crowd goes nuts! Even Griffin smirks at Erick St. John's version of the superkick.
America: WHAT THE HELL?! I THOUGHT THEY WERE EMERITUS?!
Taj: ERICK ST. JOHN JUST SUPERKICKED SOLOMON MONSTER OUT COLD! AND EVEN GRIFFIN IS IMPRESSED!
Erick St. John stands over Solomon and says something to him that the microphones can't catch due to the crowd noise. Erick St. John then turns to Griffin and walks up to him. Griffin meets him halfway as he tightens his fists. Erick St. John just glares at him with a confident smirk on his face. Griffin tells Erick St. John if he wants to go, he's ready to go. Erick St. John just glares at Griffin before walking past him and exiting the ring. Griffin turns around and watches Erick St. John walk back up the ramp as Griffin's music start to play in the arena.
America: I don't understand what's going on here, Taj? First Erick makes a dramatic return to 1WM, calling himself the Forgotten One. Then he turns on his former Emeritus brothers, Solomon Monster and Ricky Stanton, and lays them out. Then he walks away from a challenge from Griffin Hawkins? I'm totally confused!
Taj: I don't have any answers for you, America! Maybe one of our intrepid backstage interviewers can get the info for us. But all I know is Erick St. John, ESJ, is back in One Wrestle Movement and he's put the company on notice!
1WM Tag Team Championship Match
The Master Sisters (Moonlight and Aurora Master) vs. Agents of Chaos ("Pain Maker" Cain Dominguez and Lash Donohue)
Torres: The following match is for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP and its scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
”Love is a Parasite” by Blanck Mass plays as Moonlight and Aurora Master make their way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from London, England...weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and ten pounds...they are Moonlight and Aurora….THE MASTERRRRR SISTERRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Straight to Hell” by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing as the light dim with only red light’s filling the arena. Smoke fills the stage as Cain walks out on stage and at the top of the ramp he drops down to one knee looking like he saying a prayer, he then smacks the ground once and yells out a scream with a crazy look on his face as flames explode on the stage each side of the ramp. The flames remain as he walks down the ramp to the ring. Cain stops just before the step and looks down at the ground takes breaths before quickly looking back up flipping his wet hair, before walking up the steps and gets into the ring. Cain yells again as he shows is crazy look again as he grabs the top rope looking at the crowd as the lights return to normal.
The arena plunges into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage which moves in tune to the beat, there is a sudden explosion of fiery pyro and Lash gets a warm reaction as he leaps out from the backstage area at the same time.
Lash Donohue strides down the ramp confidently, his arms stretched out, slapping the hands which reach out. The fans get a lot more enthusiastic as Lash leaps up onto the barricade and shows off his agility. Lash reaches the end of the barricade wall and looks around, giving a somewhat cocky smirk as several flashbulbs go off while he leaps from the Wall to the ring apron, strikes his trademark pose and 'skins the cat'. Lash Donohue ascends to the top rope and gestures for the crowd to get louder before jumping down and awaiting his opponent.
Torres: In the ring at a combined weight of four hundred and fifteen pounds...they are the current….defending...and reigning 1WM Tag Team Champions...they are “The Pain Maker” Cain Dominquez and Lash Donohue….AGENTS OF CHAOOOOOOSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!!
Ruby Kirk: And it looks as though it’s gonna be Moonlight Master startin’ this 1WM Tag title match off against my stupid cousin, Marce.
Lash has a look of determination on his face as he circles and incites the fans into a rhythmic clap, while Moonlight seems to be getting angrier and angrier as she seeks an opening.
Marci D’ABruzzo: Stupid is as stupid does, Rubes. Yet it’s undeniable that Donohue has the fans on his side at this moment. However, it all may be for nought anyway, y’know?
The clapping and cheering gets progressively louder as Moonlight sees what she thinks is an opening and tries to throw a huge haymaker at Lash, yet he sidesteps and Moonlight almost finds herself being taken to the mat via a drop toe hold. Instead, Lash holds on, and there’s a huge laugh as he issues a smack upside the head which echoes. Moonlight shoves Lash off of her and they begin to circle again.
Marci D’ABruzzo: The Masters Sisters worked their damn asses off and won the All In tournament back in November to get on up to this point, yeah? They ain’t about to let the grodiest tag team in history continue on embarrassing those title belts! They’re gonna be bringin’ them home for the greater good!
The fan volume really picks up as they engage in a lock up finally, and it’s Moonlight who is fast to get the upper hand with a side headlock. Moonlight looks around and smiles broadly at the Massive crowd before she goes to take Lash over with a headlock takedown, yet Lash locks his feet in with hers and blocks. Lash delivers a back elbow to stun Moonlight and break free.
Ruby Kirk: WOAH, what a european uppercut!
Master wasn’t expecting it at all and it sent her staggering back, whereas Lash seized the opportunity to send the larger woman into the corner with a hard whip, and the collision causes Aurora to fall off the apron to the floor. The crowd volume picks up once more as Lash gives the signal and storms in.
Ruby Kirk: Corner cannon… nope…
Lash tries for his cannonball senton in the corner, and yet as usual, Moonlight moves out of the way and it leaves Lash prone in the tree of woe.
Marci D’ABruzzo: I don’t know why this idiot keeps trying to do that same thing and failing miserably. He definitely deserves this double team!
The crowd roars their disapproval as Moonlight tags in Aurora and both of them take turns to lay kicks and stomps into Lash until the referee forces them to break it up and give him some room. Aurora gives the referee an innocent smile and holds her hands up in the air. The fans BOOO as Moonlight drags Lash down to the mat and proceeds to choke him in the background.
Ruby Kirk: Heh. It was a good strategy while it lasted. Ta be honest, I think this kid likes it, though.
The ref allows both sides the space they need to get back to their feet and Aurora and Lash lock up this time. Go behind by Aurora and a german suplex attempt but the crowd volume picks up as Lash lands on his feet behind her and nails her in the back of the head with a pivoting roundhouse!
Marci D’ABruzzo: Fast hammerlock legsweep DDT by Donohue! Ugh...he’s always going for this red herring BS!
The crowd volume picks up again as Lash holds on and tries to roll Aurora into La Magistral cradle, but she hangs on and Lash ends up in her patented sneaky rolling pin!
One...
Aurora manages to get his shoulders to the mat on the first roll.
Two...
Again with the precision timing.
THR....
This time, the crowd volume really picks up as Lash manages to use Aurora’s own momentum to catch her legs and drop her on her back!
Ruby Kirk: Can he turn her over?! DONOHUE DEATHL..
There is a visible phew from Moonlight in the corner as Aurora manages to evade via monkey flip. Both competitors to their feet and Aurora evades and runs forward as Lash tries for his flying snapmare, getting the tag to Moonlight as Lash gets the tag to Cain Dominguez.
Ruby Kirk: Woah and this Dominguez guy be burstin’ outta them gates, Marce! He’s cleanin’ house!
Moonlight spins around and finds herself eating a face full of clothesline, as does Aurora who runs in and tries to intervene. Big boot to Moonlight sends her sprawling into the corner. The crowd both laughs and cheers as Cain Dominguez beckons to his much smaller tag partner with a playful, yet somewhat wicked grin. Lash gets a laugh of his own as he gives Cain a thumbs up and climbs in. Aurora is getting to her feet and with a sudden enziguri, Aurora goes down hard and the crowd marvels at the *snap* sound that Lash’s feet made against her head. Lash kips up and grins mischieviously and then for some reason, runs full pelt at his own partner.
Marci D’ABruzzo: D...did Cain just release german suplex his own partner onto Aurora Master?!
Ruby Kirk: By gawd I think he did! Donohue hustles on out! Cover by Dominguez
One...
Two...
T..
Marci D’ABruzzo: Kick out at two and a half! We got ourselves a tag team championship match here, folks! I gotta agree with The Headhunters! Ya know, it’s about damn time!
Cain goes to quickly drop the leg on Aurora, yet gets all of nothing as Aurora deftly moves out of the way. This allows Aurora the space she needs to find her footing and snap off an ugly, yet effective looking shining wizard!
Ruby Kirk: Fakkin’ LOVE moves like that! Cover!
One...
Two...
THR…Lash dives in and breaks up the count, yet only to be yanked to his feet and hauled into the corner by Moonlight.
Marci D’ABruzzo: Oh. You all say “Fakk”. It’s the darnedest thing.
As the referee tries to break up Moonlight’s impromptu beatdown on Lash in the corner, Aurora lays into Cain with forearm shots as she hauls the big man up. The crowd cheers as almost in unison, Cain and Lash catch the strike of their opponent and send them flying with a vicious lariat - Cain of the standard variety which turns Aurora inside out, and Lash with the leg variety which sends Moonlight crashing to the outside.
Ruby Kirk: Dominguez draggin’ that groggy ass Aurora Master up to her feet and he’s sending her off for the Irish whip..
Lash is poised in the corner to supply reinforcement as Dominguez gets into position.
Marci D’ABruzzo: Fade to Bla..
The fans roar their approval as Aurora finds a way to dodge the claymore kick from Dominguez, and this leaves the big man stumbling. Meanwhile, there are some BOOOs as Cassie Morse appears on the 1WM Tron, cackling evilly.
Marci D’Bruzzo: Donohue is hopping mad right now! He’s completely lost focus!!
Ruby Kirk: Aurora with the back elbow to Dominguez, she bends him over backwards!
As Cassie Morse disappears from the screen, Lash finally calms the hell down and reverts back to the behavior of a sensible man, but it’s too late.
Marci D’Abruzzo: She calls that The Mastermind!! Master with the cover!!
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Lash gets in a split second too late to break up the pin and the bell goes. Lash looks devastated as he sits there in a kneeling position.
Torres: Here are your winners, via pinfall, and your NEEEEEEWWWWW 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS - Aurora and Moonlight - they are THE MAAAAASTERRR SISSSSTERS!!!
As Lash quietly tends to Cain, Aurora and Moonlight get their hands on their new titles and raise them high, enjoying their Massive Moment.
Marci D’ABruzzo: I always said that boy had the attention span of a gnat and I was always right! And look at that, it’s cost him. We have ourselves some new tag team champions, Ruby!
Ruby Kirk: Agreed, though. Dominguez is probably going to go on some kinda murderous rampage or something when he finally realizes where the hell he is and what the hell’s going on, D’Abruzzo. Let’s be gettin’ us a break, huh Massive?
We head backstage where we find Mari Moon talking to the new tour coordinator for the upcoming 1WM World Domination Tour, Sandra Rose. The conversation is already in progress.
Mari Moon: If you want my two cents, I'd keep my distance from them. They can be quite... difficult. Other than that, I don't see you having a hard time working with the rest of the roster.
Sandra puts her hand on Mari's shoulder.
Sandra Rose: Thank you so much for the advice, Mari. I appreciate it. I don't want to screw this up. I've wanted to get back into the business for a while now and I see this as my big opportunity.
Mari gives Sandra a reassuring smile.
Mari Moon: You will do great, Sandra. I know it. And I'm here for you if you need a sounding board.
Sandra nods and notices that something has caught Mari's eye behind her.
Mari Moon: Speaking of big opportunities... look!
Sandra turns around to see what Mari is referring to. When she turns around, Erick St. John is heading towards the exit. Before Sandra can say anything, Mari has microphone in hand and rushes to intercept. Sandra and the cameraperson follow close behind.
Mari Moon: Erick St. John! It's me, Mari Moon!
Erick stops and slowly turns around to face Mari. Mari is ready with her questions as Sandra and the cameraperson catch up.
Mari Moon: Erick St. John, you've shocked us all with your return! You must know that I have a million questions for you. But first things first, why did you come back? Are you back for good?
The impromptu interview from Mari doesn't seem to phase Erick but he doesn't answer. He does notice Sandra Rose behind Mari. Sandra can feel his piercing eyes lock on hers. Mari tries to interject another question but Erick's eyes remain on Sandra.
Mari Moon: Why did you turn on your Emeritus brothers tonight?
Erick maintains his silence but doesn't break his eye-lock with Sandra. Mari attempts another question.
Mari Moon: The Forgotten One. Why are you calling yourself the Forgotten One, ESJ?
Mari is finally able to break through as Erick turns towards her with a steely glare. Just when Mari thinks Erick is going to answer one of her questions, he opens the exit door and walks out.
Mari Moon: ESJ? Erick? Damn it!
The door closes behind him. Sandra continues to look towards the direction of the exit door. Mari looks at her expression.
Mari Moon: Sandra, you okay?
Sandra snaps out of her thoughts.
Sandra Rose: What? Yeah, Mari, I'm good. So that's Erick St. John? I thought of him differently.
Mari frowns a bit.
Mari Moon: Usually he has no problem talking about his favorite subject... himself. Something's changed.
Sandra Rose: Maybe he's changed.
Mari Moon: I don't know. Guys like ESJ rarely change. But you definitely got his attention.
Sandra brushes Mari's comment off.
Sandra Rose: No. I'm the new girl, remember? I better get back to Cedric's office to sign my contract. Catch you later?
Mari Moon: Definitely.
Mari and Sandra go their separate ways. Mari walks away disappointed and puzzled.
~~
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Leo Cook versus "The Real Rock n Rolla" Jacob Striker
Torres: The following match is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
”Cold Blooded” by Zayde Wolf plays as Leo Cooke makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Davenport, Iowa...weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds….standing at a height of six feet four inches...he is the challenger...LEOOOOO COOOOOOOKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Necessary Evil" by Motionless in White feat. Jonathan Davis plays as Jacob Striker, Pride title around his waist, makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York...weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is the current...reigning...and defending Pride of 1WM Champion...he is the Real Rock n Rolla...JACOOOBBBBBB STRIKEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This should be a hard hitting affair between two very hard hitting men, America.
America: And add in it’s for the Pride title it’s going to be intensity tenfold.
The referee looks at both men to make sure they’re ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell as the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Perhaps sensing that he needs to get off to a quick start, Jacob Striker runs across the ring and immediately tries to get things started with a series of hard right hands. Blow after blow connects as Cook stumbles back against the ropes. Striker hits him in the chest with a hard chop, and then a second.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOO!
The Champ then shoots Cook across the ring and waits for him to come back on the rebound, leaping into the air and catching him with a knee strike! Cook staggers up to his feet groggily, as Striker grabs hold of him from behind and immediately hoists Cook into the air for a German suplex! He bridges it into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Talk about a quick start to this match!
America: This man knows that he doesn’t have a lot of options if he wants to succeed!
Taj: I don’t know that that’s true…
Leo Cook tries to drag himself back up to his feet, creating a bit of space between himself and Striker in the process. Striker tries to close the gap almost immediately though Leo responds by getting a foot in the air and kicking him in the jaw! Striker staggers as Leo closes the gap and delivers a series of quick strikes. He kicks Striker in the ribs and gets him to double over in pain. Leo tries to grab hold of Striker to pull him into position for a belly to belly, only to have Striker spin out of it! Striker shoves Leo away and tries to get him into position for a bicycle kick. Leo ducks underneath the attempt. He waits for Striker to turn around before leaping into the air---hitting him with a perfectly timed dropkick! Striker crashes to the mat as the challenger leaps into the air again---landing on his chest with a double stomp! He then drops on top of Striker and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...Striker kicks out!
Striker tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Leo runs at him and tries to deliver a swinging neckbreaker, though Striker blocks the attempt. He tries to set Leo up for an Orton-esque backbreaker. Leo spins out of Striker’s grasp and leaps into the air, planting him on the mat with a jumping DDT! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover once again.
One...
Two...
T...KICKOUT!
Taj: This has been an exciting back and forth match, though I don’t know why anyone would expect anything less.
Leo looks down at Striker and bounces off of the ropes, landing a leg drop to continue wearing him down. Leo then grabs hold of Striker and tries to pull him back up to his feet. He tries to hoist Striker up, but Striker blocks the attempt. Striker pounds away on Leo with a series of strikes before shoving him away. Leo struggles to regain his footing. Striker shoots Cook into the nearest turnbuckle! Striker charges in and delivers a running clothesline! He then pulls Cook toward the middle of the ring and hoists him into the air, delivering a Northern Lights suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
TH...KICKOUT!!
Cook tries to roll back up to his feet. Striker charges and connects with a knee strike that sends Leo staggering. Striker grabs hold of him and delivers a backbreaker.
One...
Two...
THR...KICKOUT!!
Taj: You were saying?
America: It’s not over yet, Taj….don’t you worry. It’s not over yet.
Leo Cook is slow to pull himself back up to his feet as Jacob Striker grabs hold of him. He delivers a European uppercut, and then a second, and then a third. Leo staggers back from the impact. Striker tries to shoot him across the ring. Cook reverses the attempt as Striker stumbles toward him. Cook lifts him into the air and delivers a fallway slam! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICKOUT!!
America: Every single time Leo goes for the pin attempt, I can’t help but think that this might be over.
Taj: Striker is a fighter!
Leo calls for the fans to show him support, which some do without hesitation. He smirks as he grabs hold of Striker and drags him up to his feet. He hits Striker with a series of quick strikes before backing him up against the ropes. He shoots Striker across the ring and waits for him to come back on the rebound---only to have Striker throw himself at Cook with a big spear!
The fans are on their feet as Striker grabs hold of Cook and tries to drag him up to his feet. He gets Cook into position for The Last Surprise (slingblade) but Cook is able to spin his way out of it! Cook pauses for a moment before leaping in the air and trying to hit Striker with an enziguri! Striker ducks out of the way as Cook hits the mat. Cook tries to drag himself back up to his feet---only to have Striker step forward, lift him up, and hit him with The Apocalypse (Emerald Flowsion)! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL Pride of 1WM Champion...Jacob Striker!!!
Taj: This was a huge win in a big moment for Jacob Striker!
America: Wow!
The referee hands Striker the Pride Championship and holds it high in the air as the fans cheer. Cook drags himself back up to his feet as Striker looks at him for a moment. He briefly extends a hand for Leo to shake and Leo glares at him.
Taj: I didn't expect to see this. What a show of sportsmanship by Leo.
America: Blah. It’s sickening.
Leo suddenly steps forward and blasts Striker in the mouth with a hard right hand. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Striker stumbles back from the impact, dropping his championship belt in the process. Kris picks up the belt and looks at it for a moment before running forward and blasting Striker with it! Striker hits the mat hard! Leo glares down at him for a moment. He then drops the belt onto Striker's chest and heads toward the back.
Beginning January 30th 2021
Live from Arenas México in Mexico City, Mexico
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
“Guillotine” Graham Baker versus “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk
“Forever" by Run The Jewels plays over the sound system and Graham Baker makes his way down to the ring.
Taj: It’s main event time and we are in for a historic World 1WM Championship match that a lot of people have been talking about.
America: Yes, for better or for worse!
Taj: Nonetheless, we’re here and the challenger is planning on making a statement here tonight!
"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.
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.
Taj: The World Champion making an entrance here that if you’ve been listening to this woman all year, should shock absolutely no one.
America: It’s noble, but looking at her face, I think the reality of the situation is setting in with her….she’s about to defend the World Championship against her best friend!
Torres: This contest is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION and is for the 1WM WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
The attending crowd in the Staples Center explodes with cheers.
Torres: Introducing the challenger from London, England….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds...standing at a height of five feet eleven inches…he is a former Pride of 1WM Champion…..he is The Guillotine….GRAHAAAAMMMMM BAKEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The crowd gives quite the ovation to Graham, who bounces in his corner anxiously while staring across at Arley.
Taj: Looks like this Los Angeles crowd is giving Graham a nice reception!
America: I can see the nerves in his eyes!
Taj: And can you blame him?
America: Not at all! Just saying!
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 current, reigning, and defending 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...this is "The suicide blonde"....ARLEYYYYYYY KIRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arley doesn’t react to the loud reaction from the crowd and instead walks toward the center of the ring, where Graham meets her. The referee checks to make sure both wrestlers are ready and then signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Kirk and Baker circle around each other for a few seconds and then raise their hands up, before diving in for a tie-up. Baker quickly spins around, wrapping his arms around Arley’s waist. Arley squirms, looking for a way to escape from Baker’s grip. Graham lifts Arley and slams her on her stomach and quickly spins around on top of Arley, grappling her head. Graham pushes his weight down on Arley, but Arley pushes to her feet and breaks free of Graham’s grasp before snagging him in a headlock. Graham pushes Arley against the ropes and tries to whip her off him, but Arley buckles down and drags Graham to the mat, still with the headlock locked on. Arley tries to keep the pressure on Graham to keep him down, but Graham brings himself and Arley to a vertical case. He pushes Arley against the ropes again and this time successfully throws her off and whips her to the ropes. On the rebound, Graham takes Arley down with a shoulder bump. Graham then runs and bounces against the ropes, hopping over Arley who turns onto her stomach. Arley springs up looking for a dropkick, but Graham holds onto the ropes, causing Arley to crash and burn! Graham quickly hops on Arley and rolls her up.
One...
Tw...kick out!
Taj: Back and forth start to this match!
America: I wonder how long it’s going to take for this to break down to a slug fest?
Taj: Maybe with two other competitors I would be right with you, but these two have a different relationship…
America: You just wait and see, Taj!
Graham smirks as both he and Arley get to their feet. Arley seems to nod approvingly before dashing at Graham, grabbing and then tripping him up by the leg. Before Arley can do anything however, Graham uses his leg strength to push her off and backwards onto the mat. Arley scrambles back up to her feet as soon as Graham does and Graham quickly snags her in a headlock. Arley attempts to lift Graham up while in the headlock but Graham uses the momentum to flip Arley over her side, keeping her in the headlock. Arley lifts her legs and pulls Graham down into a head scissors. Graham wriggles, his head caught between Arley’s legs, and then flips over so that he’s on top of Arley, who then quickly wraps her arms around Graham’s waist. In a feat of impressive strength, both power up to their feet and Arley pulls Graham into a backslide pin!
One...
Graham rolls backwards out of the pin and runs, looking for a clothesline. Arley ducks underneath, pulling Graham’s arms so that he’s in a position for a backslide again. Graham is able to reverse, spinning around and wrapping his arms around Arley’s waist, shoving her into the ropes. Graham looks to pull Arley back with him, but Arley holds on to the ropes, causing Graham to flip backwards. Arley turns around and looks to attempt a superkick, but Graham immediately drops down to the mat to avoid the move.
Graham runs at Arley who side steps and throws Graham over the top rope. Graham holds on however, landing on the apron. Graham leaps up on the top rope and dives off, looking for a crossbody but Arley catches him! Arley goes to throw Graham onto her shoulders, but Graham lands behind Arley and charges Arley’s body forward, throwing her over the top rope. Arley holds onto the top rope as well, her feet dangling over the mat on the outside of the ring. Arley pulls herself up, “skinning the cat” and putting herself back into the ring. Arley turns around, right into a tackle from Graham, sending both through the middle rope crashing to the outside!
Taj: Both Arley and Graham crash and burn!
America: It’s symbolic of their friendship going up in flames!
Arley Kirk and Graham Baker grip their backs. Graham is up first. He brings Arley up to her feet and chops her across the chest!
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!
The sound echoes throughout the arena as Arley clutches her chest in pain. She responds with a chop of her own that’s a bit louder, causing Graham to recoil and drop down to a knee.
Crowd: WOOOO!!!!!
Graham growls with anger, holding his own chest. Arley grabs Graham and then rolls him back into the ring as the referee gets to a five ring out count. Arley takes a second to get onto the apron and Graham capitalizes, sweeping Arley’s feet from underneath her, sending her sprawling again to the outside!
Graham steps out onto the apron, looks behind him, but before he can do anything, Arley tucks her head underneath Graham’s legs and lifts him onto her shoulders. Arley maneuvers Graham away from the apron and starts to move forward, but Graham drops down behind Arley and shoves her forward into the barricade! Graham tosses her into the ring. Graham climbs the top rope and as Arley gets to her feet, dives off and takes her down with a missile dropkick! Graham goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
T...Arley gets the shoulder up!
Taj: We almost had a new World Champion!
The World Champion rolls onto her side to get to her feet. Graham grabs onto her by the back of the head. Graham puts Arley into a suplex position and then lifts her up onto the top rope. Graham chops Arley across the chest and then does it a second time, causing the champion to recoil.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOOOO!
Graham climbs onto the second rope but Arley chops him as soon as he does!
Crowd: WOOOO!
Graham maintains his position, but Arley levels him with a second chop, sending Graham into a Tree of Woe position. Arley climbs up on the top rope and then leaps off, drilling Graham with a double stomp to the chest! Graham crumples to the mat. Arley rolls him over to his back, going for the pin.
One...
Two...
T...Graham kicks out!
Taj: Both Graham and Arley promised they would bring it tonight and they have lived up to the promise.
America: They also promised there would be loads of blood and broken bones.
Taj: The match isn’t over yet.
The challenger, clutching his chest, rolls over to the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. Arley sizes Graham up before stepping forward, looking for a superkick. Graham catches Arley’s foot and throws it down. He then grabs Arley and tosses her over the top rope to the outside with a belly to belly suplex! Arley lands hard on the outside! Graham ascends to the top rope, his back toward Arley. The Suicide Blonde staggers to her feet just as Graham leaps to the outside, taking Arley down with a moonsault! The crowd erupts in cheers for the maneuver.
Absorbing some of the blow himself, Graham rolls off of Arley. Graham rises to his feet, looking at a struggling Arley. Graham helps Arley to her feet and rolls her into the ring. Graham slides in after but when he tries to go for a cover, the champ rolls away. Graham grabs Arley by the legs, trying to maneuver into a submission, but Arley kicks him backwards. Graham gets to his feet, right in time for Arley to hit him with Angeldust (superkick)! Graham goes down and Arley hooks the leg.
One...
Two...Baker kicks out!
Taj: We are seeing the most competitive nature out of these two!
America: Friends, lovers, enemies.
Arley takes a second to catch her breath before making her way over to the turnbuckle. She ascends it and then prepares herself with Graham still down on the mat. Arley dives off, looking for Tiger Grace (A beautiful take on the Phoenix splash with INSANE hang-time and an additional corkscrew rotation right at the point of impact). Graham blocks it with a set of knees to Arley’s stomach! Arley holds her midsection as she gets to her feet, where Graham is ready to hit her with Sacred Slayer (single leg high knee)!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!!!
Graham hooks Arley’s leg for the pin.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICKOUT!!
Taj: THAT CLOSE! THAT CLOSE!
Graham immediately grabs Arley’s legs and locks her in a figure four leg lock! Arley’s eyes widen in pain as Graham has the hold locked in securely! Arley grits her teeth and clenches her hands together as she oscillates between trying to make it to the ropes and falling back down to the mat in pain. Arley’s shoulders hit the mat and the referee counts the fall.
One...
Two...Arley sits back up and is immediately back into the pain of the hold again.
America: We are about to have a new World Champion, Taj.
Taj: Arley hasn’t submitted yet.
Arley begins to turn her body, trying to reverse the momentum of the hold, causing Graham to turn his body to fight it off as well. After a few seconds of battling, Arley is able to turn over the hold, locking Graham in an Indian deathlock!
Taj: It’s Graham’s turn to be in agony!
Graham reaches toward the ropes, trying to break the hold. Graham is able to get his hand on the bottom rope, forcing a break. Both lay there for a few moments, the crowd showing their appreciation. Arley is first to begin making it to her feet and waits for Graham to get to his. Graham is midway up when Arley runs and plants him with AK-95 (Cartwheel cravate cutter)! Arley manages to roll Graham over for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!!!
Taj: Graham kicked out!
America: Arley hit him with her finisher and Graham still managed to kick out at the last millisecond!
Arley sits up, the fatigue in her eyes and over her body. Suddenly she smirks and looks down at Graham. Arley slowly gets to her feet and uses the energy she has to try and lift Graham to his. Before she can do anything, she’s caught off guard with a hard chop across the chest from Graham!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
Arley then responds with a chop across the chest herself!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
A chop from Graham!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
A chop from Arley!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
Graham! Arley!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
Graham!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
Arley!
Crowd: WOOO!!!
The exchange of chops gets more rapid, furious, and loud until Arley kicks Graham in the stomach and snaps off a DDT! Arley finds her way on top of Graham for a cover.
One…
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
Taj: Arley digging into the bottom of her bag with that DDT…
America: But Graham was able to kick out!
Arley Kirk sits on her knees, gathering herself, looking like she’s contemplating her next move. She then reaches over and grabs Graham by the hair, slowly dragging him up to his feet. Out of nowhere, Graham gets a surge of energy, kicks Arley in the stomach, and plants her with Ground Zero (double underhook tiger bomb)! Graham falls back onto the mat, his strength seemingly sapped, but then manages to turn and drape an arm over Arley for the pin.
One...
Two...
THRE—at the last second Arley gets the shoulder up!
America: We could have had a new champion there! I thought that was it!
Taj: These two know each other so well! You have to believe that they have practiced these moves and even perfected them together!
The Staples crowd is cheering loudly and firmly on their feet as both Arley and Graham lay exhausted next to each other on the mat, breathing heavily. Graham begins to stir first, rising to a vertical base while Arley is still on the mat. Graham looks at the turnbuckle and slowly begins to climb up it, his back toward the ring. Graham stands up on top and then dives off, looking for a coffin drop but Arley moves out of the way at the very last second!!
Taj: Nothing there for Graham as Arley maintain her wits and was able to get out of the way!
America: I can only think that Graham has exhausted everything possible to keep Arley down that he had to go high risk.
Graham hits the mat hard and Arley sees her opening. With a burst of adrenaline, Arley lifts Graham up, sets him up and then hits him with another AK-95! Arley listlessly rolls Graham over onto his back and hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Tores: Here is your winner...AND STILL 1WM World Heavyweight...Arley Kirk!
Taj: What a battle we’ve seen tonight between two former friends but in the end Arley Kirk retains her championship!
America: Even I have to give credit to Graham Baker.
The referee hands a kneeling Arley her championship belt but she immediately turns his attention to Graham. Arley gets to her feet and raises the World title belt for Graham to see. Arley, satisfied, turns and attempts to leave the ring. Visibly angry, Graham grabs Arley, spins her around, and drops her with Clean The Blade (pumping bomber lariat)!
Taj: This is unnecessary!
America: Graham’s just sending a message to Arley that this is far from over!
Security swarms the ring, but Graham snatches Arley’s belt, glares at it, before tossing it back down onto Arley’s lifeless body.
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