Glory 8 January 15th 2021

[Legal Department]

In darkness we begin, silence for just a few seconds until we see a few flashes accompanied by the sound of a lighter’s flint being struck by steel. Finally the flame is lit and brought to the end of a cigarette, lighting up the unmistakable face of “The Rebel” Melinda Rhodes. She takes a few puffs from the smoke stick, keeping the lighter lit as she holds it up closer to her face.

Rebel: Feelin’ empty… Let down… stepped on… pissed off…. Maybe it’s time for a Riot? Time for the Monster Slayer to enter the fray.

She clicks the lighter shut. We still see the burning tip of the cigarette as she takes a drag, blowing out a puff of smoke we can barely perceive, the faint outline of her face lit in that orange glow.

Rebel: One Wrestle Movement, Melinda Rhodes is coming...

She then snuffs the cigarette out with the pinch of fingers, ending the scene.

The fans seated in the arena go crazy for this news as the cameras roll around the arena during the opening of One Wrestle Movement Glory VIII.

Ruby Kirk: Welcome to One Wrestle Movement Glory number EIGHT, fans!

Marci D'ABruzzo: We're coming at you live tonight from the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnefreakin'sota and it looks like it's all going down tonight! For starters, it looks like Melinda Rhodes is going to be all up in our grilles some day very soon, and this time it's for real! Cool! I love watching that woman get punched and kicked and whatnot!

Ruby Kirk: But let's not forget about Booty Call v The Headhunters, that oughta be an absolute tornado! And the long awaited in ring return of Erick St. John!

Marci D'ABruzzo: We also have a fatal four way that's gonna determine the next individual to get a shot at Jacob Striker's PRIDE of 1WM gold, and what about that main event!

Ruby Kirk: Coda and UVR? Leo and Cassie? Leo sure has an appropriate name, because you're damn right that's gonna cook!

Marci sighs audibly.

Marci D'ABruzzo: Aight. We're gonna go ahead and pretend you didn't say that dumb shit, big gal ok? Let's go to this opening match. We got ourselves a debut tonight!

Ruby Kirk: Fresh meat. Perfect.

Opening Match
Damon Xalvador vs Tim Brody

DING DING DING!!!

This one starts off with Xalvador surprisingly on the defensive early, the newcomer Tim Brody getting the early jump on him a couple of slick arm drags in a row followed with the transition into the go behind and a great looking T-bone suplex.

Marci D'ABruzzo: Good start by the rookie, but will the big man be able to keep it coming?

Ruby Kirk: He ain't *that* big.

Brody tries for a leg grapevine once he has Xalvador down on the mat, yet Damon angrily kicks him away and both men are back to their feet, Xalvador wasting no time with a couple of dropkicks followed by a hard irish whip into the corner, causing Brody to slump and eat a running face wash from Xalvador mere seconds later. Damon drags Brody out of the corner for the cover.

ONE
T..

Tim powers out! Xalvador takes an arm and a handful of hair and attempts to haul Brody up but he is met with a quick flurry of elbows to the midsection.

Ruby Kirk: Spinning belly to belly suplex!

Tim gives the crowd what looks to be the signal for one of his signatures, facing away from the downed Xalvador.

Marci D'ABruzzo: Wait. Is he..?

The crowd is on their feet as Tim leaps into the air and the big man pulls off a picturesque moonsault!

Ruby Kirk: Ode to beans!

ONE
TWO
TH..

Marci D'ABruzzo: Close one there! Ode to wh..? This guy likes beans entirely too much.

Tim nods as he got the near fall, and he drags Xalvador back up.

Ruby Kirk: Ah! The military press slam! One of mah personal favorites!

Marci D'ABruzzo: Wait for it..

The crowd perks up as Xalvador fights out of it and lands on his feet. Hard Russian legsweep!

Marci D'ABruzzo: Xalvador is taking those legs and he's turning him over now! Brody is stuck in that Boston crab!

The fans cheered Tim on as he fought desperately to get out of the predicament, finally succeeding by managing to flip Xalvador with his leg power and seize him in the camel clutch, though Damon struggles viciously and gets out of that as quickly as he can. It's Damon who is first to get in position, sneering as he locks Tim in his sights and tries to take his head off with Face Off (Claymore kick), yet Tim surprises everyone by managing to evade and get behind Xalvador, seizing him by the scruff of the neck.

Marci D'ABruzzo: Could it BE?? True Broman.

No! The ref doesn't catch it, but Xalvador mule kicks Tim in the crotch to get free.

Marci D'ABruzzo: Nope! No True bromance tonight! Damon Xalvador says 'F*CK your life!'

Tim hits the mat hard and Damon covers, hooking the leg.

ONE
TWO
THREE

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner, by pinfall - DAAAAAMON XAAAAALVADOOOOR!

Ruby Kirk: I can't believe the guy in the zebra suit didn't catch Xalvador takin' the low road to Dick Kick City, D'ABruzzo!

Marci D'ABruzzo: Xalvador has been doing this a while now, Kirk. He knows how to pick his spots with this kinda thing. I props it when it works. Anyhow, let's check this out huh?

We cut to Andrew Garrison in his locker room. He doesn't seem altogether pleased. Garrison comes into the screen dressed in his ring gear backstage. Next to him was his gorgeous fiancee Melina Wilson looking good in her blue dress with her hand on his shoulder. She smirked as she looked into the camera. The camera starts to look down her body showing off her figure.

Andrew Garrison: Hey camera monkey! Eyes up here!

The camera snapped back in place as Melina rolls her eyes.

Andrew Garrison: It was the showcase for the old guard here at One Wrestle Movement. It was their final time to shine because this year is a whole new year, and there is a new power couple in this place. The God given athletic ability of Andrew F'N Garrison and the talent and beauty of Melina Wilson are now here. Our charisma is unmatched, our ability is untouchable. This is going to be the best year this company ever had because people like us are a part of it. You're looking at the guy that's going to main event this company for years to come.

Melina laughs a little as she turns her attention to running one finger on Garrison's neck as she lovingly looks at him.

Andrew Garrison: I'm booked this week though against...um...what was his name? I seem to have forgotten...his Twitter profile he boasts he is a multi time world champion..but I can't seem to think of his name….Oh my God I forgot!!

Melina Wilson: His name doesn't matter babe, because he wants to be the Forgotten One. Well don't worry kid...after tonight you won't be an afterthought.

Andrew Garrison: Want to know why you call yourself the Forgotten One? Because you never made an impact for people to remember. All those world titles you say you have yet you call yourself forgotten. Well don't worry Eric..hey that's his name because he used my Twitter calling me out to make himself relevant, after tonight you won't be hashtag The Forgotten One, you'll just be forgotten…

Melina laughs as she continues stroking her finger sensually on now the side of his face.

Andrew Garrison: Ladies and Gentleman, get ready for One Wrestling Movement to become OUR show! The sooner you accept it, the better. Because it's Inevitable….just like we are!

After a quick commercial break, we come back to The Masters sister in the ring, a mixed reaction spreading through the arena.

Aurora Master: Moonlight, remember what I said before?

Moonlight Master: That the Amazing Spiderman 2 was “objectively” the best Spiderman movie and Tobey Maguire fans should suck it?

Some members of the audience start booing the champions over this, which causes a clear state of confusion in Aurora, who stares at them quite baffled.

Aurora Master: What the fuck? No… about the titles.

Moonlight Master: That you honestly think that your custom belt was cooler looking than these?

Aurora Master: Ok, we have a dynamic, you’re the straight woman of the trio...

Moonlight Master: No. You’re the straight woman. I’m the bisexual woman and Moonlight is the sexually ambigous one, even though everyone secretly thinks she’s lesbian because they are bigots.

Aurora blinks.

Aurora Master: This is not how I thought my first promo as a champion would go down and I’ll break down soon if you all don’t shut up right now.

The two other sisters look at Aurora in silence, she turns back to the audience.

Aurora Master: From the beginning.

She raises her title above her head.

Aurora Master: I said we would be on top of the food chain by the end of last year, and we were. Now, I also said that that was the prologue. Chapter one begins now. The reign begins now. The year of the Masters… begins now! And our first hurdle is none other than The Regulators. Which is great because we defeated them before, no shenanigans whatsoever. And I’m sure they are studying us and trying to figure out where they go wrong and how they can win this time around, with the big titles on line, and finally become the first two time tag team champions. But cherish what you had because there’s not going to be two time champions any time soon, there’s not going to be any other champions any time soon. Whether you like it or not, The Master Sisters are here to stay, and you all better start accepting it.

With that the sisters leave the ring.

Ruby Kirk: Well that's...fun?

Marci D'ABruzzo: That's definitely one way of putting it. We're about to get into this Melissa Maye and Justice Cross match though!

Ruby Kirk: I love me a little girl on girl action!

Marci goes silent for a pregnant second.

Marci D'ABruzzo: Phrasing, yo!

Ruby Kirk: Wait! I didn't mean.

Match Two
Justice Cross vs Melissa Maye

DING DING DING!!!

We don't have to wait long for this one to get underway. Melissa Maye does the first bit of damage by sidestepping the lock up and simply delivering a powerful knife edge chop!

Crowd: WOOOOO!

Justice doesn't take it laying down and she responds in kind, with twice as much force.

Crowd: WOOOOOOO!

The back and forth chops go on for some time before Melissa Maye throws Justice right off by simply chopping her right in the middle of her face, dropping her to a knee.

Marci D'ABruzzo: Now THAT is how you get it done, Ruby!

Melissa dives on Justice and nails her with repeated elbows before Justice is able to roll on top and reverse, throwing her own elbows and punches. Maye is able to kick her away eventually, both women getting to their feet. Justice Cross goes to send Melissa Maye for an Irish whip, yet Maye stands her ground and reels Justice back in before delivering a vicious headbutt, Justice Cross hitting the deck like a felled tree.

Ruby Kirk: OOF. Ya could hear the skull on skull collision from the desk, y'all!

Maye goes for the cover.

ONE
TWO
TH...

Justice Cross, blood already beginning to trickle from her hairline, manages to get the shoulder up. The crowd BOOO Maye as she proceeds to hammer Justice with elbows, forearms and punches on the mat.

Marci D'ABruzzo: Wow, a viciousness to Maye that we haven't seen before! She's really opening up that crater she created!

The crowd BOOO some more and the referee starts to count the illegal move as Maye 'covers' Cross with her forearms firmly across her throat. Melissa angrily stops what she's doing and gets in the face of the referee, giving enough time for Justice to recover and reel her into a small package!

ONE
TWO
THRe...

Maye angrily breaks free just in time!

Ruby Kirk: My gosh it ain't getting any closer than that!

Justice Cross seems to know what she has to do, and she starts to haul Maye up, yet she is simply met with a barrage of punches, forearms and kicks about the body. Irish whip into the corner and Maye lays into Justice with the cannonball!

Marci D'ABruzzo: Crescendo by Maye as Justice crashes to the mat out of the corner! C'mon Melissa you gotta take this while you can!

Melissa takes a look back at Justice writhing on the canvas and decides to climb to the top rope.

Ruby Kirk: This could be HUGE!!

Maye launches, and the fans are suddenly on their feet as Justice nails the cutter out of thin air!

Marci D'ABruzzo: LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT!!

Justice pretty much collapses on top of Maye to pick up the one, two, three.

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via pinfall - JUSTICE CRRRRRROSSSSSS!!

Ruby Kirk: I thought Justice was DONE, and she goes and pulls that Lights Out off outta absolutely nowhere!

Marci D'ABruzzo: Yeah yeah. Bitch got lucky. Let's not dwell on it, huh? I'm getting word from backstage that we are going to a scene from earlier this week!

The scenery to be chewed up by it's sole occupant is a simple one, just a bench in the middle of an empty park on a semi-overcast day somewhere in northern Georgia. Birds could be heard chirping in the tree branches above him, ended only by the sudden flutter of wings that carried them away. Attired in a loose buttoned dress shirt, jeans, and a long grey coat, was none other than the Wildkard himself, James Spade. He seemed a troubled man upon closer inspection by the digital eye upon him, recording this for what would be a future broadcast at the time. He's hunkered forward with elbows resting on knees, hands clasped as a sullen expression crosses his face.

James Spade: You'd think I'd be super excited about the opportunity placed at my feet, this match for the Pride of 1WM number 1 contendership. It's a good old Fatal Fourway with some promising young talent such as Rei Park, a self-styled wrestler who I'd describe as somewhere between strong-style Joshi and classic freestyle with a bit of a mean streak but a good heart. Another crowd favorite can be found in Faye Lange, a fiery Danish redhead who showcases some good old Donovan British stiff striking and technical finesse that only a true-blue grad of Omega Academy can instill. I bet she makes her sister and teacher very proud, as Valkyrie Lange ain't no joke and certainly knows her stuff. Last but not least, we got Kasey Kash, the man calling himself the Resident asshole and someone who looks like he chronically abuses peroxide in his hair. A young man with a sad story and a chip on his shoulder.

James slowly nods his head in sympathy, his eyes looking to the ground.

James Spade: While anyone can look up a bio and figure out someone's tragic past, I won't go into details but I will say that I can sympathize with what you've been through, Kasey. Perhaps one day, you'll open up and tell the world about it, but until then, it stays behind the curtain.

He looks back at the camera, a hint of sadness in those dark hazel eyes.

James Spade: The reason I'm not such a happy guy lately is a number of factors. What happened to myself, wife, and daughter at the end of last year, the disgrace of a final match for 2020, and how badly the world seems to be burning around us as we enter 2021. You never expect to live in a world that reminds you of the opening crawl of an 80's Cyberpunk film that describes the decline of modern society, do you? You just never expect it to feel like in just a few more years, we'll be running around like nomadic road warriors just trying to scrape by to survive, but here we are.

Spade leans back on the bench, his eyes looking up to the leaves in the tree above him, amber colored and yet somehow still hanging on for dear life despite the winter season.

James Spade: Be careful what you wish for as a kid, am I right?

He chuckles softly and shakes his head, then looks back to the camera.

James Spade: I used to think it'd be so cool, riding a motorcycle with a katana on my back, fighting evil "mega-corporations" for fun and profit, all while looking slicker than Satan in decked out in an Armani suit. When you're a kid, the excitement seems so great and wrestling kind of let me live that out to an extent over the years fighting evil promoters and ne'er-do-wells in the ring in front of all those screaming fans, sometimes winning huge and taking home a big, shiny gold belt with my name on it. A bright light that only has managed to get darker with each passing year of my life.

There's a small pause as he shifts a bit, resting one arm on the back of the bench while the other is draped across a thigh.

James Spade: Now as a grown man, that kind of a world is a bit more frightening when there's so much to lose on the line. The liberties we all take for granted have been challenged, some of them even stripped away without us even knowing. So many people have lost their way in this world and I can't, for the life of me, ever remember a darker time in our country than what we're facing right now. It's hard as hell for me to be excited for this moment in light of all that. Hell, it makes me want to grab a cigarette for the first time in nearly fifteen years, but I'm not going to do that and you know why?

He tilts his head forward, strands of long chestnut brown hair falling forward, partially framing either side of his gray stubbled, thin face.

James Spade: Because throwing my hands up and saying screw it just isn't in my vocabulary. I came close with the disgrace at Massive at the end of last year, but here I am, recording this promo and looking to get into the ring and do what I do best; Wrestle my ass off for all those screaming fans, slugging it out with the some of the greatest talent to ever lace up a pair of boots, and step out of that ring in the end a better man for it. Rei Park, Faye Lange, Kasey Kash... GET...READY!!!

The Wildkard rises from his seat, tilts his head back and lets out his battle cry.

James Spade: AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!! SEE YOU ALL IN MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA!!!!

With a wicked grin, he then bursts forward, leaping high over the camera with the scene quickly cutting.

Match Three
Erick St John vs Andrew Garrison

DING DING DING!!!

Before Garrison and St. John have even laid a hand on one another, their frenetic and menacing circling of the ring already has the crowd heated up and eating out of the palm of their hands. When they finally lock up, they really make noise.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Garrison with the quick go behind and the waistlock on ESJ, but a one handed snapmare takedown quickly gets him out of that predicament!

The crowd groans as Erick kicks Andrew in the spine for good measure, and Andrew cringes visibly. ESJ gets down and tries to wear Garrison down with a mat based sleeper, yet Garrison is easily able to break free via elbow shots to the midsection. Both men get back to their feet, Garrison catching ESJ with a sharp arm drag and a couple of dropkicks one after the other. Springboard elbow drop and a cover!

ONE
TWO

Erick kicks out, and Garrison shakes his head as he climbs out into the apron then slingshots to the inside...

Ruby Kirk: Garrison looking for that slingshot lariat but he eats ALL of a mid air exploder suplex from St. John!!

The fans heat up once more as they watch Garrison crash and burn into the turnbuckles and slump down precariously. ESJ rolls him back out to the middle and then looks back before quickly climbing to the top..

Ruby Kirk: ESJ be goin' for the high rent district!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Diving elbow dro-

The shock ESJ experiences as Garrison rolls out of the way and he lands flush on his elbow is evident. Andrew takes advantage by hauling Erick up to his feet and stunning him with a European uppercut before landing a picture perfect snap dragon suplex for a cover!

ONE
TWO
THr..

ESJ rolls free, getting a shoulder up. Garrison is now seemingly furious. He hastily drags ESJ back up. Too hastily. European uppercut receipt! And another! Kick to the gut by ESJ!

Ruby Kirk: He's haulin' Garrison up! We're 'bout to see a pretty gnarly reminder to HUMBLE THYSEL..

The crowd is absolutely beside itself as Garrison manages to catch and reverse the whole thing into an impromptu Canadian destroy out of nowhere!

Marci D'Abruzzo: This crowd is so crazy right now I can't hear myself think!

Ruby Kirk: That destroyer took it out of both men! We might get a double count out here!

Garrison finally manages to crawl over and go for the pin at around the count of seven.

ONE
TWO
THREe...NO!

Marci D'Abruzzo: ERICK ST. JOHN IS STILL IN THIS! I can't believe it, you can't believe it, these fans can't believe it and Andrew Garrison sure as hell can't believe it! He's hopping mad!

Garrison is indeed furious this time. He angrily sits up, wondering what the hell he has to do to end this. Andrew Garrison grits his teeth as he drags ESJ up via a handful of hair. He sneers as he lines ESJ up.

Ruby Kirk: SUPERKI-

As if indignantly, Erick sidesteps the kick at the very last second, sending Garrison literally hopping as he superkicks thin air..

Ruby Kirk: MY REDEMPTION RIGHT TO THE MOOSH!

ONE
TWO
THREE!!

DING DING DING!!!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Redemption is right, Kirk. What a match..

Mari Moon: Here is your winner via pinfall - ERICK SAAAAINT JOOOOHHHHNNNN!

Garrison is laid out cold in the middle, and an exhausted looking ESJ sits up and looks around at the howling crowd before a grin crosses his face and he raises one arm high in the air. He soaks in the response he gets before looking back at Garrison, nodding as if to say "That was pretty cool".

Ruby Kirk: Gotta agree with ya, D'Abruzzo. I'd love to see it again sometime. Getting word from back there from the guys in the monkey suits that we be cutting to a segment right about now!

We cut away from the announce table, and we are presented with a scene backstage. Seated in a circle inside of a lush locker room is Booty Call. Cambrie's attention is locked on her gold manicure, which she's taking a little bit more gel polish to. Saraia's focus is on her phone, while Yoon smiles contentedly with a box of famous Minneapolis cheese curds in hand, eagerly popping one into her mouth after the other.

Cambrie Marie: Crazy, isn't it?

Cambrie asked, admiring herself in the strip of reflective glaze in her nail polish. She gets the attention of her team with just three words.

Cambrie Marie: I mean we come to 1WM... and eyes are immediately locked on us...

Saraia Diaz: Um, duh, Cam?

Saraia laughs, while Cambrie turns a sneer her way.

Cambrie Marie: Besides for the OBVIOUS reasons, boo. VIP after VIP, legitimate staples of the professional wrestling industry turning their eyes our way, wanting to see what we do. I lost count of how many people were congratulating us.

Saraia Diaz: I bet after enough people, it gets exhausting to keep count.

Yoon Song: Ahll sah...

Yoon attempts to agree, but a mouth full of hot cheese and marinara makes that task tall. Saraia yanks the box away, making the Korean export pout.

Cambrie Marie: So you ladies get me... but you know, there's always gotta be that one. Or in this case, those two. Those two who are so opposed to change. Who know their worth is so minimal that they feel the need to make their irrelevant, trash opinions that others project onto them known, and aim it at us because their chances of getting noticed otherwise before we even got here were slim to none... but now with bonafide stars on this roster? It was non-existent.

Saraia Diaz: It's funny how far back in the times that those meth mouths are... the world wants to move past them and if they had their way? We'd be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, rather than making their ugly asses look like the fools they choose to act like.

Yoon Song: I don't like anything they say about us! I can't understand a WORD of it!

Saraia Diaz: It's fine, Yoon. None of it's important anyway.

Cambrie Marie: Because THEY'RE not important, Raia.

Cambrie says definitively, capping her golden nail polish. Giving her painted hand a little wave, to help the polish cure in lieu of a dryer.

Cambrie Marie: They're trash and they sought to drag us down to their level because we came in higher than they'll ever be... which is saying something since I'm pretty sure they're slinging drugs to everyone in their little po'dunk trailer park. Meanwhile, Booty Call has elevated this company with our mere presence. Do you think that a World Tour, kicking off in Mexico, was some accident? Especially when we got a feisty little Latina mama right here who is pound-for-pound, the SCRAPPIEST wrestler - not man, not woman, all around WRESTLER - in Miss Saraia Diaz? I'll answer since if we leave it to the uneducated and unwashed... nah! She is the pride of Latina heritage! This tour wouldn't have a leg to stand on WITHOUT US!

Saraia Diaz: It was not a mistake at all. No.

Yoon Song: Ooh! Raia! Say it in Spanish so the Mexican people we're gonna go see know what you're saying!

Saraia Diaz: ... No?

Yoon Song: Ugh, mean!

Yoon frowns, folding her arms under her chest. Cambrie and Saraia exchange a glance between themselves. With barely a grasp on English for the Korean, the two excuse her lack of understanding for Spanish, with Cambrie rolling her eyes and brushing past it.

Cambrie Marie: Whatever. I promise that wouldn't have happened without us. Without the crowd WE draw. If I were some smelly incels, I'd be mad too that I'd never be important, that I'd never be a mover and shaker. The only thing those two move is bile from my throat to my mouth. They're REPULSIVE. But, tonight? It's a change of pace for them. One I bet they're excited for.

Yoon Song: But they're going to die?

Finally, a sensible thing comes out of Yoon's mouth. Cambrie giggling in response.

Cambrie Marie: True, but it's the first time in their lives women have been genuinely excited to get their hands on them.

Saraia Diaz: Even if it's to get their hands around their throats and choke every last bit of wasted, worthless life out of them.

Cambrie Marie: Hey... beggers can't be choosers. And they will beg. They'll beg for mercy. They'll beg for their livelihoods. They'll beg to continue their shams of careers... for reasons far beyond my understanding. I wouldn't if I were them. And I thank the good lord every day that I'm not.

Saraia Diaz: I hope the laugh at our expense was worth it. I hope hyping up The Smoaks and finding kinship with literally the only other team on par with them at rock fucking bottom was worth it. They're not coming out to save them. No one is. We're going to obliterate them... and try as they may to spin it whatever way they want, NOTHING is taking that from us. We've waited for this much, much longer than we would have. We finish this... we rid ourselves of this homeless problem with The Headhunters... once and for all.

Yoon Song: Once it all it takes for terrible people!

Cambrie and Saraia turn an impressed set of gazes to the arguably most airheadeded member of their group. Saraia rewarding Yoon with her box of cheese curds back. Yoon lets out an excited squeak, continuing her endless pursuit of feeding her face as Saraia and Cambrie continue to plot with the accompaniment of their muscle as we fade to a close.

Match Four
Booty Call (Saraia Diaz/Yoon Song)vs. The Headhunters (Eric & Dexter Calloway)

DING DING DING!!!

After a brief Headhunters hustle in the corner and a quick game of rock paper scissors from Diaz and Song, it is determined that we're starting off with Eric and Yoon. The crowd heats up as the two lock up in the middle, and for a while neither can get an inch on the other. Eric eventually slams his foot down on Yoon's to distract her and then takes her in an arm wringer, delivering some sharp axe handle blows to her back before dragging her over into the corner and tagging in Dexter. The ref counts and the crowd BOOOs as the Calloway brothers lay into Yoon with kicks and stomps in the corner. Dexter drags Yoon to her feet and he sends her for an Irish whip, ducking down and looking for a back drop yet she kicks him in the face so hard that the sound echoes around the Target center! Sidewalk slam on Dexter, tag to Diaz!

Ruby Kirk: Both teams, I'ma say, are thrilling with their teamwork tonight!

Marci D'ABruzzo: They're contracted by One Wrestle Movement, they damn well should!

Diaz wastes zero time getting the jump by leaping to the top rope.

Ruby Kirk: Flying SPIKE-RANA!

The fans are LOUD as Dexter catches Diaz out of mid air, hanging on and nearly putting her through the ring with a sit out powerbomb!

ONE
TWO
Thr..

Marci D'ABruzzo: Yoon running in and dropping the leg to break it up!

As Dexter feels the impact on the back of his head, he is completely thrown off by it, allowing Diaz to recover a little and spot an opening.

Marci D'ABruzzo: HAHAHA. Always with the dirty shit this one, I love it so..

The crowd BOO as Saraia reels Dexter into a roll up and grabs a handful of tights for good measure, nearly getting the three before Eric angrily runs in and literally BOOTS Saraia off Dexter before dragging her to her feet, throwing her into the corner and getting stuck into her with punches and elbows. The ref starts his count and the crowd half laughs and half BOOs as Dexter merely high fives his brother, making him the legal man. The onslaught doesn't last however, as Diaz digs deep and manages to catch a lucky break by catching an Eric punch and reeling him into a quick springboard tornado DDT, Saraia herself almost getting a three before a stomp from Dexter breaks it up!

Marci D'ABruzzo: Serious animosity between these teams and it shows!

It's Saraia who is able to haul Eric to his feet and get him over into her corner for a tag to Yoon.

Ruby Kirk: Haha. High five double elbow drop, I guess. Cover by Song!

ONE
TWO

Eric ain't about to let this slide, angrily getting the shoulder up, and delivering it to the side of Yoon's head for good measure. Calloway drags the now groggy Yoon to her feet, looking to haul her into the HH corner but she reverses the Irish whip and gets the tag to Saraia Diaz instead! Dexter angrily rushes in..

Ruby Kirk: Assisted hurricanrana to Dexter!

Diaz is quickly to her feet, catching Eric in her sights..

Marci D'ABruzzo: Codebreaker?!

Ruby Kirk: Bridging German suplex by Yoon! She rolls outta the way and Saraia drops the leg and covers!

ONE
TWO
THREE!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here are your winners via pinfall, SARAIA DIAZ and YOON SONG, TEAM BOOOOTY CAAAAAALLLLLLL!!

Marci D'ABruzzo: Hahaha. I love these two, to be honest!

Ruby Kirk: Of course ya would, D'Abruzzo. Of course ya would. Fortunately, we get to check out what Rei Park be gettin' up to right about now and we don't gotta be privvy to no more of ya shitty opinions for at least three minutes.

We fade in on the backstage area of the Target Center where we can see Rei Park standing along a wall. Her eyes are closed and she seems to be quietly muttering something to herself, mentally preparing for her match as she twirls her long dark brown braided hair around her fingers. Wearing an outfit that resembles that of Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider video game series, she appears to be ready to do battle against Faye Lange, James Spade and Kasey Kash. She clearly has Airpods in her ears as she puts her back against the wall, seeming at ease. That is until she’s tapped on the shoulder, turning her head to see 1WM’s resident drag queen interviewer Meera Katze looking back at her. Rei’s petite frame tenses up slightly as she removes the right Airpod from her ear, stopping whatever music she had been listening to from playing.

Meera Katze: Gworl… I gots some questions to ask you!

Rei Park: Wh-who are you? I thought Mari was the interviewer?

Meera Katze: She wishes she was good like me. Nah, she’s out doing ring things. Ya know, letting the fans know who’s coming to the ring… like they don’t know that already?

Rei Park: To be frank, you can’t hold a candle to her. She’s at least approachable. You…

Rei moves her hand around in a circle while looking at Meera up and down.

Rei Park: … are too off putting and way too brash.

Meera Katze: What do you expect when you get a flamboyant, flaming homosexual such as myself who also happens to be hispanic?

Rei Park: Someone with manners?

Rei shrugged her shoulders as she flips her braid behind her, landing against her back with a soft thud.

Rei Park: 씨발년.

Meera Katze: I have no idea what you just said.

Rei Park: Mari would’ve.

Rei sighs as she rolls her eyes, pushing fully away from the wall and squarely standing in front of Meera, ready to pounce should the need arise.

Rei Park: I really don’t want to do this. I also have a feeling that you’ll stalk me if I don’t give into your demands. I can see why nobody ever wants to be interviewed by you.

Meera Katze: Gworl… using that viciousness tonight will surely help you. What are your thoughts?

Rei Park: On? You need to be a bit more specific because if you want my thoughts, I can give you a long list on a variety of topics. Like why the hell am I not on the card for Legendary 13 yet MULTIPLE losers from Massive are, some even having a shot at the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship.

Meera Katze: I guess you’re talking about Enforcer? That dude got hit with his own wife’s finisher. So I can see how you’d be pissed. I would be too.

Rei Park: I mean, I stand poised to be the next challenger for Jacob Striker’s Pride of 1WM Championship, something that Leo Cook shouldn’t have had a chance at given the fact that I LASTED LONGER in the battle royal a few weeks ago on Glory. Once the dust settles, the title shot will be mine. I guarantee you that. The old man, tattooed freak and Simple Faye won’t know what hit them.

Meera Katze: You said something similar to that on Twitter the other day. James Spade even asked if he should check his bushes outside his house.

Rei Park: They have bushes in trailer parks?

Meera Katze: OUCH!

Rei Park: No, hiding in the bushes is too stereotypical and expected. So it was no surprise someone who’s behind on the times would say something like that. He’s got his hands full with whatever he’s got going on with Headhunters, too much so that I think it’ll be easy to pull the wool over his eyes. Though, the boys seem to be done with Spade’s malarkey.

Meera Katze: I’m surprised someone like you knows that term.

Rei Park: English might not be my first language or my second, but I am fully fluent in terms, slangs and sarcasm. Can we keep this conversation on topic? I am busy getting ready for tonight and I want this over as soon as possible.

Meera Katze: Carry on…

Rei Park: James Spade is holding on to shreds of what once was. I get that he’s got to make a living for his family. But I think it’s pretty clear 1WM isn’t the place for him. I mean, he put his daughter in harm’s way. As for Faye, I thought we could be friends back when we both started and we were friendly there for a few weeks. But I soon realized that niceness was holding me back. She’s too… meh and pretty forgettable. The only thing I can really remember about her is that she’s a ginger. And Kasey Kash is probably too busy doing lines off the bathroom toilet seat to really know what’s going on or even be a variant in the equation. Sorry, I meant variable.

Meera Katze: I knew what you meant sis.

Rei Park: Some things get lost in translation. The downside of being trilingual.

Meera Katze: Overstandable. You’re a one in a million kind of girl. Not a lot of people can speak one language, let alone two. And you speak three.

Rei Park: I am not a one in a million kind of girl. I’m a once in a lifetime kind of woman. And this young, beautiful, multi-talented woman is going to break apart the sausage fest that has been the Pride of 1WM division. I’ll kick down the wall that stands between me and Jacob Striker. Then I’ll make sure he has the shortest reign on record… or would he tie it?

Meera Katze: He’d tie the inaugural champion at 3 months if you were to win at Legendary 14.

Rei waves her hand and lowers her eyes, basically saying that she doesn’t care about specifics.

Rei Park: IF isn’t a word I’ll be using when it comes to tonight and after. It’s all a matter of when.

A smile of confidence comes across Rei’s face as Meera simply nods her head.

Meera Katze: Well good luck out there. And kick some ass.

Rei Park: Oh I plan on it. Jenn and I didn’t pick Beastmode by Monsta X as our entrance music for nothing.

With that, Rei pops the Airpod back into her right ear and makes her way down the hall. Meera simply looks on as the scene fades to commercial.

Match Five
Kasey Kash vs Rei Park vs Fay Lange vs "Wildkard" James Spade[/colo]

DING DING DING!!!

The best way to describe this match, from bell to bell, is bedlam. Initially, we see Rei Park and Faye Lange get stuck into each other with stiff strikes while Spade and Kash exchange some of their flashiest spots consisting of James' dragonwhip enziguri and tilt a whirl arm bar, Kash's spinning backfist/Kappo kick and finally culminating in Kash's triple jump moonsault which nets him a one and a half count before Rei Park turns her attention to Kash, delivering sharp stomps about the head and upper back. Faye looks around and she shrugs, achieving a brief lol before she takes Spade by the arm and hauls him to his feet, but not without the usual European uppercut! Irish whip, but there's a reversal from Spade. James ducks down and Faye leapfrogs, and the crowd really heats up as he nails his patented Wildkard DDT! Meanwhile, Park sends Kash sailing with a beautiful butterfly suplex and then times her one handed cartwheel arm drag to perfection before she quickly drops the leg and tries for a cover, Kash kicking out right on two. As Spade kips up, Rei Park rudely cuts off his "Awooo!" theatrics with a nasty looking discus elbow smash. Park doesn't get time to dwell on it however as Lange hauls Park up onto her shoulders!

Ruby Kirk: MAELSTR..

Rei manages to slither out of Faye's grasp and land on her feet behind her..

Marci D'ABruzzo: CANBERRA COLLAPSE on Lange! Nobody was watching this Kash guy!

The crowd heats up as James Spade nails Kash with his Busted Straight with such velocity that they both go tumbling ass over and crash to the outside!

Ruby Kirk: Look at this though! Rei is the REAL dark horse!

As Faye looks over the top for just that brief second, the crowd is really on its feet as Rei sneaks up and reels her into the vertical suplex position before spinning and then dropping Lange right on her head!

Marci D'ABruzzo: BURNING MANDALA!!

ONE
TWO
THREE!!

As James Spade realizes he was a half a split second too late to get back in and break up the pin and he hears Park's music hit, James sits back up looking crestfallen.

Mari Moon: Here is your winner, and going on to face Jacob Striker for the Pride of 1WM championship at Legendary 14 - REEEEI PARRRRRK!

Marci D'ABruzzo: A wild major opportunity presents itself for this young lady! She has a right to be super pleased with herself right now!

Ruby Kirk: Can't help but feel for this Jimmy guy, though! He had this in his sights!

Marci D'ABruzzo: Ah for Pete's sake! Typical Kirk bleeding hearts! You sicken me sometimes! Let's go to this segment, already!

Ursula Von Rossbach: What is an Army Ranger? A rare individual that sees danger and difficulty as a challenge to be undertaken head-on and on their own terms. In training, we are instilled with a strong sense of self-reliance, honor, and confidence. Any Ranger worth his or her salt would never make excuses for failure but merely take the lesson they can learn from it, if able, and apply that lesson to future endeavors without complaint. It is why I find myself rather infuriated with Mr. Cook. From what he has displayed, I have seen none of these features. If he is former military, I could only imagine him either being a lowly corporal working waste collection, a porter in the motor pool, or an assistant to a cafeteria chef at best. It would not be the first time a “retired” soldier lied on their resume. If he were ever a soldier to begin with.

While a masked Ursula talks with her arms behind her back, the shot slowly zooms out from the sight of her snug green M-65 field jacket that looks tight on the powerhouse’s Herculean frame. Soon it’s revealed that she’s standing in the Target Center’s loading dock. On a storage crate in front of the Terminator seats her tag team partner of the night, Coda. Of course, she’s equipped with her own face mask while the pair are surrounded by a backstage crew hard at work.

Coda: From my observation, I say you represent these traits well.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Thank you for the compliment.

The Korean American crosses her slender, pasty legs as she rests her back flush against the semi-truck trailer with the large One Wrestling Movement Glory logo plastered in front for all to see. Her clothes consist of her entrance jacket with her ring attire underneath. Pale dark green with black stripe accents on the trim, this perfectly replicates Ursula’s color scheme, so the two are visually unified.

Coda: I would imagine arrogance such as what Leo and Cassie have shown would not yield the best results in war, yes? Moreover, their lack of teamwork is noteworthy.

Ursula nods with dignity and poise, arms crossing over her chest now.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Mr. Cook at least represents their team well. Ms. Morse has not exactly endeared herself well in these proceedings. She assumes you do not train when you tweet, not knowing how little effort it takes to slide a thumb across a small phone screen while lifting even a hand weight with your free hand. She has done nothing but run you down, an obsession we shall use to our utmost advantage. As she will be so focused upon you, Cassie shall fail to see the proverbial tank running her down at full speed.

Von Rossback’s smaller counterpart raises an index finger to interject.

Coda: After a more recent exchange, I believe Cassie’s comments were in response to me acknowledging her silence on the topic of our match. Perhaps this was ill-advised, but I am aware of the lack of tact I showed.

Her voice is that of an introvert attempting to make her voice heard. The lull in the room is replaced with the sounds of equipment screeching and furious discussions between 1WM officials as tonight’s show nears its conclusion.

Coda: Regardless, you are right. We enter this match calm and prepared, and the strange bedfellows’ team we oppose will be at a severe disadvantage. Quick tags, yes? We must remain fresh.

The heavyweight lightly strokes her chin with her fingertip as she considers their approach.

Ursula Von Rossbach: The classic tactic would be to single one out, focusing our efforts on debilitating them as much as possible while demoralizing their teammate and potentially leading said teammate to anger in some capacity as they behold the decimation of their chances at victory. If we do this correctly, the resulting tag would have the angered party rushing in like a lamb to the slaughter. To strike without thought is to throw one’s self off balance and enter the lion’s maw as if willingly.

Coda nods enthusiastically.

Coda: Indeed. Remember, Leo could not defeat Striker for the Pride of 1WM Championship at Massive. In fact, he allowed his anger to overcome him after the match when he ruthlessly attacked his opponent. On the other hand, the reason Cassie gave for her newfound demeanor is she was previously ignored.

Ursula Von Rossbach: We will make her feel as unimportant as possible. That shall be our ticket to her anger and fury as well as her downfall, Ms. Coda. While she will not be ignored, we will make it appear as such.

Coda: So we dominate our opponents physically and mentally.

A member of the 1WM backstage crew politely interrupts to let them know that it’s almost time for them to get into position. The two competitors acknowledge his notice as Coda hops off the storage crate. Gesturing towards the door that the two walked through earlier in the night, The Seoul Samurai respectfully recites a modified version of a common Rangers motto with a subtle Korean bow.

Coda: Ranger, lead the way.

Ursula does just that as this episode of Glory continues.

Main Event
Leo Cook & Cassie Morse vs Ursula Von Rossbach & Coda

DING DING DING!!!

Ruby Kirk: And it's Ursula Von Rossbach starting off tonight's tag team main event against a fellow military type in Leo goddamn Cook! This oughta escalate!

And escalate it did. Where the match began with what looked to be your typical lock up situation, the pair exchanged a seemingly never ending barrage of chain. Leo got the quick arm drag initially and tried to cling on for a fujiwara, yet Ursula broke free via pure strength and with both of them getting to their feet, UVR responded with a well timed scoop powerslam. Leo wasn't so fast to get to his feet this time, and UVR was poised and waiting with another, yet Leo managed to evade and get the go behind. Ursula delivered a punishing back elbow and got the go behind herself, sending Leo sailing with a huge German..

Marci D'ABruzzo: Cook lands on his feet! Russian leg sweep hits the spot! Leo Cook is up and getting the tag, uh oh. Here's trouble!

Morse angrily storms in. Cassie stands back in the corner, measuring the opponent up with her hands in front of her, thumbs and index fingers extended to form a box. She makes a motion of firing a rifle then runs in for the knee strike to the head and then clubs UVR across the back several times with axe handle blows before hauling the now stunned Terminator to her feet.

Ruby Kirk: This cornfed crazy..look at her go..

As Cassie hauled UVR up, she made sure to blast her with elbows along the way. When Cassie reared back for a European uppercut, UVR blocked it with a smirk, her iron grip keeping Morse frozen where she wants her.

Ruby Kirk: Single arm side backbreaker! Emphasis on the backbreaker! And UVR blasts Cassie with a short hand STO for good measure!

Ursula sees Coda reaching for the tag, and she happily hauls Morse up and drags her over into the corner, high fiving Coda into the fray!

Marci D'ABruzzo: Coda with the corner thrusts! And what a jumping palm strike!

Cassie slumps into the corner and there's a mixed reaction as Coda lays in with the stomps while the referee begins his count. Coda stopped immediately and dragged Morse out of the corner. Irish whip by Coda, but Morse ducks under the discus elbow attempt and comes back with a snap DDT, getting the tag to Leo Cook who bounces Coda's head off the turnbuckle then drags Coda back up and it's Coda's turn to get whipped.

Marci D'ABruzzo: GET DROPPED, says Leo Cook with that punch right to the throat!

The fans BOO as Leo gives them the signal he's looking to end this!

Ruby Kirk: Leo in the driver's seat as he drags Coda to her feet. Wait..what the hell is this?

The fans voice their disapproval long and loud as Solomon Monster jumps the barricade, slides into the ring unnoticed and then delivers a crushing nut shot, immediately dropping Leo. The referee sees this and angrily calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!!!

Marci D'ABruzzo: Oh and looky here, your stupid cousin thinks he's gonna save the day, waaay too late as usual!

Lash has a full head of steam as he runs down the ramp and angrily takes to Solomon with windmill punches so fast that his arms are a blur! He's quickly thwarted however, as Cassie drags Lash off Solomon and DRILLS him with her REBEL BOMB!

DING DING DING!!!

The ring soon becomes a blur of kicks and punches as UVR, Coda, Cook, Solomon and Morse angrily trade blows while the time keeper fruitlessly rings the bell. From her shelter behind the ring post on the outside, Mari makes the announcement.

Mari Moon: The referee has thrown this match out, and is declaring is a NO CONTEST!

The six in the ring continue to wail on each other, and as the show closes out, it merely looks as though the bedlam inside is just getting worse and worse.

Marci D'Abruzzo: A draw? A goddamn DRAW? Don't yall ever get tired of this crap?!

Ruby Kirk: Judging by the outpouring of fan disapproval and the hurling of trash, I'd say that's an affirmative. This is life, sadly. On that note, goodnight from Minnesota, Onedubbers!