Post by Legal Department on Feb 15, 2021 20:54:32 GMT -8
The 1WM logo flashes up on the big screen and the whole Airsoft arena is on its feet as the broadcast opens up.
The cameras pan around the arena, catching some of the numerous crowd signs and focusing on them. First, we stay on the college kids with A-R-L-E-Y painted on their stomachs, then...
"I'M WOKEN!"
"FORGOTTEN NO MORE"
"BITE ME, DRAGON!"
"LONG SHALL SEOUL QUEENS REIGN!"
"CODA, WE WILL FIGHT??"
"TRASHY LASHY"
Finally, the cameras pan over to the desk and we're greeted by Ruby Kirk and sneered at by Marci D'Abruzzo.
Ruby Kirk: Welcome all to One Wrestle Movement's ninth edition of Glory! I tell ya, D'Abruzzo. This card be POPPIN.
Marci D'Abruzzo: You're damn right it be off the chain, Overgrown Arley! We have debuts tonight, some insane tag matches and we're scheduled to hear from people who have a bunch to say!
Ruby Kirk: And let's not forget about tonight's headliner between ESJ and the NEW Splat MultiUniversal champion!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh yeah! Followed right up by a colossal tag team main event!
Ruby Kirk: So let's quit stalling and get to it already!
Marci D'Abruzzo: I ain't stalling, YOU ARE! I'm...
Marci puts a finger in her other ear as she listens to her headpiece.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I'm getting word we're getting this party started up in here! Let's go backstage.
After his debut on Chasing Glory, Dustin Holt was standing close to the dressing room with beads of sweat still glistening off his body. His niece Izzy is also showing the signs of competing. Their personal interviewer Adrian Lancaster, also their manager, places a towel over their shoulders before pulling a microphone out of her left arm.
Adrian Lancaster: That was an amazing contest you had against Faye and Izzy you rocked the Rocket. How did it feel being back inside the ring Dustin?
Dustin takes a deep breath.
Dustin Holt: It felt amazing Adrian. I wish I didn't have to hear all the idiots in the crowd. I told the world that The Icon was back. No one wanted to believe me.
Adrian nods her head as Izzy motions for the microphone to be placed in front of her face.
Izzy Marx: I told the world. I made it perfectly clear. Now look at us. The Dog Pound has had a great night thus far but it's only just begun.
Adrian smirks devilishly.
Adrian Lancaster: Dustin, earlier in the week, we saw you get into a heated argument with The Headhunters. How are you going to focus on The Fallen Angels in Paris?
Dustin just chuckles.
Dustin Holt: This isn't my first rodeo. Those two clowns aren't the first wanna be gangsters that I have come across in my career. They are just two guys who are scared because The Dog Pound has a reputation of taking over a division. Judging by the fact we are featured in Paris, should be a clue on how The Headhunters are seen in this company? No one cares for them.
Izzy motions for the microphone.
Izzy Marx: If those bozos want a fight then we will give them a fight. Aurora and Damon Graves are a formidable team and will give us an actual test. Those hood rats probably couldn't fight their way out of a plastic bag. You know something Faye, you did some fucked up things against my uncle. I promise you. I will get my hands on you and I will hurt you.
Dustin continues to laugh as Adrian turns her attention toward the camera.
Adrian Lancaster: The Dog Pound is here to stay. You can either like it or go fuck yourselves. We don't take prisoners. We kick ass and leave broken bodies in our wake. The Headhunters have no idea what awaits them if they were to tangle with this unit. As for everyone else, take notice as we are the future.
Dustin pulls the microphone up towards his lips.
Dustin Holt: SORRY ABOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!!!!!
Dustin gives one last smirk before the trio disappears into the shadows of the hallway.
Ruby Kirk: Strange lad. Strange, Strange lad.
Marci D'Abruzzo: What are you talking about, Kirk? Guy's just staking claims here. Get off ya high horse. How's this? Let's go to our opening bout!
Before the bell even rings, Camila Morricone angrily rushes Skye Devereux, letting out a roar and taking her down to the mat with a harsh unexpected elbow!
Ruby Kirk: I guess the ref ain't got no choice but to ring that damn bell! Morricone arriving to the party early!
DING DING DING!!!
Camilla takes full advantage of Devereux's stunned state, laying in with vicious heel stomps and toe kicks around the head and neck. Morricone sneers as she drags Skye up with a handful of hair and then promptly snaps her with a hair pull backbreaker!
Marci D'Abruzzo: That's mah girl! That's why she's a goddamn ENFORCER. Vicious til the last drop!
Skye is seemingly at Morricone's mercy as she's unceremoniously hauled to her feet and hauled up onto Camilla's shoulders.
Ruby Kirk: Fireman carry gutb...
The fans rejoice as Skye Devereux slips out and promptly drills Morricone with a chick kick to the back of the head! Morricone goes down to one knee, and Skye hauls her up, letting out a shriek as she blasts the chest of Morricone with rapid fire knife edge chops before hauling her off for an irish whip.
Ruby Kirk: Morricone on the rebound looking for that bicycle knee lift! Swing and a miss as Devereux rolls clear!
Skye hits the ropes in the opposite direction, and the crowd absolutely loves it as she springboards and comes back at Morricone with a tornado arm drag!
Ruby Kirk: She bounces again! Morricone to her feet, and straight back off them! Tornado DDT!
Camila's head spikes into the canvas and Skye goes for the cover.
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Marci D'Abruzzo: No way Camilla wasn't gonna kick outta that flashy bullcrap!
Skye isn't deterred however, and she's in control. Devereux drags Morricone up and blasts her with a forearm before trying for a fisherman suplex, yet Camilla breaks free via a flurry of punches to the midsection and is in the perfect position to reverse this into her patented hangman's neckbreaker! Cover!
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The crowd rejoices once more as Skye gets the shoulder up, yet Morricone is not nearly as pleased as she sit up. Morricone gets up in the referee's face and argues with him, and she leaves herself open to a roll up and an inside cradle!
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Marci D'Abruzzo: NO!! NO!! You're not getting out of it with that brand of dirty tactic!
Ruby Kirk: Morricone has been pulling dirt moves all damn match, D'Abruzzo. Ya blind as a bat. Wait a minute! Check this out!
Both women have got to their feet and are currently embroiled in a European uppercut war.
*SMACK!*
Skye stumbles briefly but snarls and responds as hard as she can.
*WHACK!!*
Camilla nearly falls backwards, but shakes it off and issues a roar as she just about takes Devereux's head off, really getting up and under and dropping her to the mat.
Ruby Kirk: Can Morricone lock in her Rattrap?!
Skye struggles desperately yet Camilla manages to cinch in her deadly submission. Skye Devereux nearly gets to the ropes, yet the crowd BOOO as Morricone drags her back into the middle. Skye refuses to give in when asked and struggles desperately once again, yet her head slumps down eventually. The referee raises her arm and it slumps like it's dead weight.
ONE...
Ruby Kirk: This don't look good for Devereux. I think she's out of it.
The ref raises the arm again and it slumps.
TWO...
Marci D'Abruzzo: Haha. Look at Morricone cinching it in more and more. Like I said. Vicious to the last drop. I love it.
The ref raises the arm up once more and the crowd seems nonplussed as Skye's arm merely slumps.
THREE!
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via submission, CAAAAMILLLAAAA MOOOORRRICOOOONE!
Morricone sneers as she lets go of the hold after Mari announces her victory and the crowd voice disapproval as she taunts them while she celebrates.
Ruby Kirk: Glory IX is sure off to a hot start!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Like I always ask ya. Do you think it's gonna last?
Ruby Kirk: Only one way to find out! But first, we're cutting backstage! Peep this!
A dimly lit interview area backstage comes into focus in one chair is THE INTERVIEWER, their arms placed calmly on the arm rests. In the chair opposite them is a familiar young man. Jack Gibson sits there lazily slicing back with his arms casually thrown over the top of the chair back. He smirked cockily, leaning towards in preparation of the questions upcoming.
Mari Moon: Ladies and gentleman, I am here with one of 1WM’s newest signing Jack Gibson. So Jack, now that you have signed with One Wrestling Movement officially, what do you have to say to this audience after your, uh, performance last week.
Jack Gibson: My performance, huh. I guess you can call it that. Personally I would call it more of a message. A message to the entire roster that the paradigm has changed. That a new measuring stick had walked through the door. You see for the last year you have had these so called champions leading the way.
When saying the word champions Jack made air quoted scrunching his face up as he did.
Jack Gibson: For the past year this company has been led by these competitors. WORLD CHAMPION and PRIDE OF 1WM have done everything they possibly can to bring eyes to this product but now it's my time. My time to take this company on my back and drag it into the stratosphere kicking and screaming. Because people don't like change but when you bring in once in a generational talent like me, change is necessary.
Jack reached over to the table behind his chair. Grabbing a hold of a silver can, taking a big swig from it and placing it firmly back on a table.
Mari Moon: Change is necessary…What type of change are you calling for? Being an upstart of sorts, just breaking through as a professional, what type of change would you want to see.
He smiles.
Jack Gibson: Well, I guess that is a good question. In the industry as a whole, you can see the same faces everywhere you look holding the top belts. And trade them with each other. At least here in 1WM, we've seen starts be created. But if I'm going to create true change in this industry I need to be the front runner, and it starts here. I don't care if it's the World Championship or the Pride of 1WM Championship. I want to give opportunities every week to everyone.
Mari Moon: But what about the few that look at your group, this Kill or be Killed, and think that your not really here to make a difference but actually to take over and use your group to never truly give opportunities. But give the façade of it?
Jack Gibson: That's what is wrong with this world assuming the worst. Every week we compete in front of thousands of fans. Some of which, for some unknown reason, don't like me. Why would I not go to the ring with like minded individuals, that want to see the same changes I do. Men that are only there to protect me from the ugly, hateful, spiteful people on the other side of the barricade. I'm here to create change and sometimes that change causes backlash. Kill or be Killed is a movement, and that's it.
He takes another sip from the can. Mari seems to be skeptical, but realizing she won't get a better answer moves on.
Mari Moon: So here you are, the newest signing of One Wrestling Movement. What is the first step of this quest? You made an appearance at Legendary 13 in Mexico City, calling out the 1WM World Champion, Arley Kirk after her match with Jacob Striker. Now this interview, what's next? When are you going to enter the ring?
Jack Gibson: Well, now isn’t that the question, when is the hottest act to walk through those doors going to do next. How about this, I’m going to walk out of this interview, go over to management, and get a match for Legendary 14, and there you will see my in ring debut, step one in my rise to the top. See you in Paris Mari.
With that Jack rises to his feet, grabs the can on the table and downs its remaining contents and throws it to the floor and disappears off screen.
Marci D'Abruzzo: The fans don't seem sure about this guy. But that's because Wisconsin are a bunch of fickle mush heads.
Ruby Kirk: Not even dignifying that with a response. Here we go with our second bout. I've seen Dokueki around tonight. She seems just a tad furious.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I've seen Dori! She seems just a tad intoxicated.
Ruby Kirk: Really? Dafuq...
DING DING DING!!!
Dokueki doesn't seem the least bit amused as she moves in to lock up, and Madori fails miserably, tripping up and landing face down to a big laugh. The Poison Dragon lets out a roar as she lays in with stomps and then leaps up high and drills Madori with a knee drop to the face. Dokueki quickly hauls Madori to her unsteady feet and nearly knocks her back down with a brutal headbutt between the eyes. Madori only remains standing because Dokueki has her by the hair, where she issues a further series of brutal headbutts until Madori seems to fall limp in her hands.
Marci D'Abruzzo: This is a whitewash! Clawslam!
Madori seems to bounce several times as she lands, rolling back over herself and folding up like an accordion. Dokueki with the cover.
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The fans are surprisingly on their feet as seemingly via instinct alone, Madori got a shoulder up.
Ruby Kirk: 2.8 count! Almost had it one minute thirty into it!
Dragon seems to gain a new level of fury as she lets out a shriek and once more drags Madori up by the hair.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Dragon's breath! Geez what the hell in IN tha...OMG YUCK!!
The fans are in hysterics as Dokueki blasts Dori with the black mist, and Madori responds with...
Ruby Kirk: HAHAHA!! TECHNICOLOR MIST!! That's..that's disgusting!
Dokueki was quick, but not quick enough to get completely out of the way. This flips a switch in Dokueki. Madori is suddenly her new favorite punching bag before hauling Madori up on her shoulders..
Marci D'Abruzzo: DRAGON'S LAST DANCE! We're outta here..
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DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: The winner of this contest - The Poison Dragon - DOOOOKUUEKIIII!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Damn, I told ya. She's SOZZLED!
Ruby Kirk: I've never seen that in my goddamn life, and I never wanna see it again. Quick, ring crew! Get a new mat happening! B'GAWD that stinks!
As the crew rushes in to attend to the mess that Dori built, we cut backstage. It has been a wonderful evening until cameras cut to the backstage area where Izzy Marx and Bradley Alford could be seen walking through the hallway. Izzy doesn’t look to be as happy as Bradley has his hand around her waist.
Izzy Marx: I hate this damn city.
Bradley Alford: Babe, we promised your uncle that we would scope the place out.
Izzy rolls her eyes while continuing to walk down the hall.
Izzy Marx: I’d rather be down in Mexico then here. At least we could have some alone time.
Brad smiles at her.
Bradley Alford: Let’s just see what happens. I just know The Dog Pound will soon be the talk of the town.
Izzy shakes her head.
Izzy Marx: Not this stupid city. The people are complete idiots.
Bradley just smiles as they continue down the hallway as the cameras cut away.
Ruby Kirk: I don't like the look of this.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Maybe it don't like the look of you! Bah who cares. Let's go to our next contest already!
DING DING DING!!!
Garrison gets the side headlock right out of the initial lock up. Garrison wrenches on it before trying to send Brody for an Irish whip, yet Tim stands his ground and gets a reversal on it.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Brody with the whip, Garrison on the rebound. Chop block from Brody taking Garrison down!
Andrew gets back up and almost walks right into a bro kick, but he is lucky enough to sidestep, leaving Tim hopping.
Ruby Kirk: Huge back suplex by Garrison!
Andrew Garrison looks around before hitting the ropes, coming back and landing a crisp springboard elbow drop. Garrison hooks the leg.
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Brody kicks out with authority. Garrison tries to drag Tim to his feet but Tim blocks the attempt, sending Garrison sailing with his spinning belly to belly suplex. Tim gets down and goes for his camel clutch, yet Garrison easily gets the rope break. Both men back up and Tim is caught off guard by a huge European uppercut. Garrison quickly lays in one more and sends Tim into the corner with an irish whip, promptly following up with a corner dropkick.
Ruby Kirk: Garrison is hooking Brody up now, could he be going for that tornado DDT out of the cor..
Marci D'Abruzzo: WOAH!
The fans are suddenly on their feet as Garrison looks to leap off and plant Brody with the tornado DDT, yet Tim Brody stands his ground somehow!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Brody scoops Garrison up and LAUNCHES him with a T-bone suplex out of the corner instead!
Tim looks around before he starts running towards the downed Woken one.
Ruby Kirk: ODE TO BEA.. ouch!
Tim launches into his patented moonsault, yet bounces off the knees of Garrison as he sticks them up at the last second.
Marci D'Abruzzo: See that? That can turn the tide in a hurry. That one really messed Timwit up!
Ruby Kirk: Don't call him Timwit. Anyhoo, Garrison hauling Brody to his feet now. Kick to the gut!
The fans roar as Garrison doubles Brody over and gives the signal.
Marci D'Abruzzo: DESTR..NO!
The fans are on their feet as Tim dumps Andrew with a backdrop and then scoops the dazed man back up.
Ruby Kirk: TRUE BROMANCE!
As Tim nails the snapmare driver, Andrew's head spikes into the mat and he rolls limply into his back.
Ruby Kirk: Bro fist! This one is done!
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DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: Here is your winner, he is BRRRROZARRRT - TIIMMMM BRRRRRODYY!
The fans are ecstatic for Tim as he runs around the ring pumping his fist.
Crowd: BRO-DY! BRO-DY! BRO-DY! BRO-DY!!
Marci D'Abruzzo: How the hell did he do that?!
Ruby Kirk: I guess he ain't as dim as you think he is, Marci. And these fans seem to LOVE him!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh he definitely is, it's not up for debate. And they're STILL a bunch of fickle mush heads. Ugh. Let's go check this out, eh?
The cameras head backstage to one of the talent dressing rooms. Erick St. John is shown sitting alone on the carpeted floor, crossed legged in half-lotus position to a solid crowd pop. The self-proclaimed “Forgotten One” has his eyes closed and his breathing in a slow and steady rhythm as he meditates before his big match against Lash Donahue. He looks at peace and centered when he is interrupted by a knock at the door.
Erick St. John: Come in…
ESJ doesn’t break his meditation as the door slowly opens and a familiar female face looks in. Sandra Rose, Cedric Southern’s international tour coordinator, smiles as she stands in the doorway.
Sandra Rose: Oh… sorry, Erick, I didn’t mean to interrupt your meditation time.
Usually Erick wouldn’t be bothered by an intrusion of his pre-match activities but on this occasion he allows it as he opens his eyes and turns towards Sandra.
Erick St. John: Hello Sandra…
Sandra’s smile widens and there’s color now in her cheeks at the sound of her name.
Erick St. John: What are you doing in Milwaukee? I thought you’d be heading to Paris to prepare for the Maux D'Amour Legendary show?
Sandra looks impressed by ESJ’s ease with the French language. Erick smirks and looks her in the eyes.
Sandra Rose: I… thought I’d take a slight detour and be a true company girl by checking out the Glory show. I don’t always get to see the great talent on this brand since I organize the Legendary logistics for Cedric.
Erick cocks an eyebrow.
Erick St. John: Oh really? Are you here to see anyone in particular?
Sandra smiles back at Erick coyly.
Sandra Rose: Indeed I am. I’m here to see you.
Erick notices the confidence in her voice. He’s charmed by it.
Erick St. John: That’s very kind of you, Sandra. I’m not sure exactly what to say.
Sandra steps into the dressing room completely, showing off her fit body in a tight dress.
Sandra Rose: You don’t have to say anything. Just know I’m here for you. I know a lot of the 1WM roster is leery of you because of your past with Emeritus. They don’t trust you. As a member of the Rose family, I get that a lot too because of my sisters. People assume I’m just like them.
Erick stands up and walks up to Sandra. There is a palpable charge between them that even the Milwaukee fans give it a positive roar. ESJ looks down at Sandra intently.
Erick St. John: Are you? How do you know I’m not playing everyone in 1WM? How do I know you’re not like your sisters? Actions speak louder than words.
Sandra looks up at Erick without fear.
Sandra Rose: We don’t. We’ll just have to risk finding out together.
Sandra makes a bold move by putting her hands on Erick’s shoulders and getting on her tip-toes. She tilts her head slightly and nearly puts her lips on Erick’s, much to the approval of the fans.
Sandra Rose: But you’re right, Erick. Actions speak louder than words. Come to Paris for Legendary and I will quell your doubts about me. I may not be like my sisters but I’m still a Rose. And this rose has thorns towards anyone who gets in my way.
Sandra grazes Erick’s lips with hers then steps down and gives him a pregnant smile.
Sandra Rose: Go kick Lash’s ass. I’ll be watching.
Sandra heads out the dressing room and down the hallway. The camera returns to ESJ who is touching his lips and looking in Sandra’s direction. He says something to himself.
Erick St. John: I’m definitely watching you… Sandra Rose.
ESJ smirks as he closes the door to his dressing room and the cameras head back to 1WM action.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I don't know how to say this but I'm really kind of looking forward to the headliner.
Ruby Kirk: Just say you're looking forward to ESJ v Lash. Own it.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Bah whatever! Match time!
DING DING DING!!!
From the very outset, Xalvador looks to be toying with Tommy. A smug grin crosses his face as Damon sidesteps a lock up attempt and simply whacks Tommy over the back of the head. Tommy seems furious about this and looks to respond with a big uppercut, yet Damon somehow manages to catch and snare the arm, reeling Tommy into a Russian leg sweep and taking him down hard. Xalvador looks to hook in with a body scissors, yet the crowd seems to really get behind Tommy as he rears back and connects with a blinder of a punch straight to the jaw of Xalvador, breaks free of the leg scissors and proceeds to pummel him on the mat with punches and forearms. Damon manages to get on top and responds in kind. The fans get hotter and hotter watching these two guys roll around on the mat and slaughter each other with their bare hands.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I mean, this ain't MMA, but I'm here for this!
Tommy finally lands a king blow between Xalvador's eyes and Damon slumps. Tommy easily hauls the now dazed man to his feet and sends him for an Irish whip into the corner, yet when Tommy lunges in for a corner spear, Damon rolls out of the way and Tommy crashes into the ring post shoulder first.
Ruby Kirk: Oof. Never good. That can separate a shoulder, no troubles.
The fans are suddenly in awe as Xalvador doesn't give Tommy time to dwell, dragging him out of the corner, dumping him HARD with his chicken wing faceplant!
Marci D'Abruzzo: SEE YOU IN HELL, TOMMY!
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The fans are shocked and they show it as Tommy manages to get the shoulder up!
Ruby Kirk: Unbelievable!
Damon is furious! He immediately covers Tommy again.
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Tommy kicks out at two this time, and Damon has visibly had enough. He drags Tommy up without much effort and delivers a kick to the gut..
Ruby Kirk: Xalvador says 'F*CK YOUR L..'
The crowd is on its feet as Tommy breaks free, swings Xalvador around and bloodied his nose with a vicious headbutt! Xalvador hits the deck!
Marci D'Abruzzo: NO he don't! Oh hell yeah! BRAIN DAMAGE out of nowhere! Cover!
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Xalvador regains his bearings enough to kick out!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!
Tommy sits up, breathing heavily. Speckles of Xalvador's blood are splattered across his face. He gets a mixed response as he scoops them up and licks them off his hand. Tommy lets out a roar and drags the now disoriented Xalvador to his feet and goes to launch him with an Irish whip.
Ruby Kirk: Hold the phone! Damon with the turn around! FACE OFF!!
Tommy falls like a stone as the claymore kick lands right on target. Damon rushes to cover, hooking the leg.
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THREE
The crowd stands and applauds as Xalvador's music hits, but neither man seems to be moving off the mat right now.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Woah. These guys took each other to absolute hell right here on Glory!
Ruby Kirk: Ya can say that again! What an unexpected train wreck! What a match!
The camera pans around the arena as the two men still lay there in the ring, unmoving.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Woah. We might need some damn attention out here! Let's go to a commercial while we hustle the EMTs!
Coda vs. "Dr. Carnival" Dawn Master
Marci D'Abruzzo: I really ain't looking forward to this match, RK. They're both a couple of little weirdos.
Ruby Kirk: Be that as it may, D'Abruzzo. These "little weirdos" are very capable competitors, and this is sure to be a hell of an outing!"
DING DING DING!!!
The bell rings, and Dawn sprints across the ring, meeting Coda in her corner. She pushes Coda back into the corner, throwing a series of forearms into the stoic Korean, but Coda shoves her back, causing her to roll backwards. She lands on her feet, stumbling a bit. Just as she catches her balance, Coda is there to absolutely level her with a brutal lariat!
Ruby Kirk: Woof! Coda is not in the damn mood!
Coda pulls Dawn to her feet, throwing a series of forearms into her opponent before slipping around behind her to grab Masters around the waist before launching her across the ring with a huge release German suplex. Dawn gets to her feet, dazed, before Coda grabs her by the hair to launch her across the ring again. Masters gets to her feet, defiant, as Coda starts to make her way across the ring.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I do kind of like this one, I've decided.
Ruby Kirk: You've decided?
Coda grabs Masters by the wrist, looking to throw her across the ring. Dawn reverses, sending Coda into the corner instead. She hits the turnbuckle and Masters is right behind her, hitting a hesitation dropkick that causes Coda to slam backwards into the turnbuckle again. Dawn runs in, looking for a turnbuckle assisted triangle DDT, but Coda catches her midspin, using the momentum to turn and fall backwards with a big Samoan drop! Coda rises to her feet, tossing Dawn into the corner. She lifts the dazed superstar up to the top turnbuckle, signaling for the Magnum Opus, but with the referees vision obstructed, Masters rakes her fingers across Coda's face.
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Coda stumbles backwards, clutching her face. Dawn charges in, but a desperation back body drop floors Masters. Coda drops down for a cover, but Dawn rolls her over, pulling her into a tight cover. The referee drops down for the count. Masters puts her feet on the ropes, giving herself leverage! The referee doesn't notice!
Ruby Kirk: She can't do that!!
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Marci D'Abruzzo: HAHAHA. Au contraire, mon chéri. She can, and she did!
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via pinfall - DOCTOR CARRRNIVAL, DAWWWWN MAAASTERR!
Masters immediately slides out of the ring, backing up the ramp with a shit eating grin plastered on her face and her arms raised as Coda tries desperately to explain what happened to the referee, though it is too late.
Ruby Kirk: What the actual FAKK was that?!
Marci D'Abruzzo: That, my Michi-headed friend, was a victory. Plain and simple.
Ruby Kirk: Michi-headed?
Marci D'Abruzzo: Why do you people say fakk!? It's fuck!
Ruby Kirk: Because accent. Sheltered moron. Anyhow, what a horse shit result for a perfectly good match we just had. I'm disgusted. Let's go to a commercial while I calm the fakk down"
Marci D'Abruzzo: I SWEAR TO G..
The Shinigami Foundation vs. Booty Call
DING DING DING!!!
We start things off with Slayer and Diaz and a tight lock up. Headlock takedown by Slayer and the attempt to transition into the chinlock is thwarted by a roll back and a leg scissors-inspired monkey flip variant. Both on their feet and a killer jumping forearm has Slayer staggering, and a neat dropkick has him falling back into BC's corner.
Ruby Kirk: Early tag to Yoon. Tsk. I just can't stand for this illegal double teaming..
There's a mixed reaction as Yoon lifts Saraia up into the rana position, and Slayer is sent flying across the ring.
Marci D'Abruzzo: You don't stand for much, RK. Yoon in control now, running basement dropkick to Slayer in the corner!
Alex's eyes seem to roll back in his head with the impact, and Yoon seizes her opportunity to cover.
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Ruby Kirk: Heh. Not even any wear near it.
Yoon hauls Alex up to his feet and drills him with an open palm strike before trying to whip Slayer I to BC's corner again, yet Slayer grounds his feet and reverses.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Song on the rebound. OH!
Slayer lets out a ROAR and nails Soon with a brutal mafia kick, felling her like a tree! Slayer delivers a knee drop and proceeds to lay into Song with elbows. Yoon is on uneasy footing as Slayer hauls her back up and gets her in a headlock before dragging her into Shinigami territory.
Ruby Kirk: Tag to Belmont! Oh good grief..
The fans get super loud as Slayer hauls Yoon up in a cradle suplex and Belmont climbs to the top and comes off with a knee drop! The ref hustles Slayer out as quick as he can.
Marci D'Abruzzo: DEAD MAN'S TRIGGER! Belmont is going for it! Cover!
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Crowd: BOOOOOO!
The pinfall is broken up by a timely running senton from Saraia who let's out a yell and proceeds to lay into Belmont with stomp after stomp before the referee hustles her out. Yoon is able to recover and she hauls Belmont up. Belmont blocks her forearm shot and tries for a whip into the corner, but Song reels him back into a deadly looking headbutt before taking him down with a wicked swinging neckbreaker before crawling over and tagging in Diaz.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Say what ya like about Booty Call. They're a TEAM.
Saraia grins evilly as she grabs a handful of Belmont's hair and hauls him growling to his feet, blocking his attempted offensive reply and doubling him over with a knee to the gut. Yoon Song nods and climbs in as Saraia Diaz whistles and gestures with a turn of her head.
Ruby Kirk: Diaz with the Irish whip. Oh no. This isn't good. Booty Call are making with that criss cross..
The fans are building in excitement as Song and Diaz hit the ropes and they both come back with matching butt bumps. However..
Ruby Kirk: ALL NIGHT HOU...no! Belmont ducks!
The fans laugh as Saraia and Yoon collide and fall, clutching their lower backs and buttocks respectively. Belmont gets to his feet and throws up the metal sign, getting the crowd just that bit more hype as he signals for the end.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Ugh. Just a beast of a man. C'mon, Booty Call. Look alive!
Ruby Kirk: More patented D'Abruzzo unbiased commentary, folks. Belmont hauls Diaz to her feet, hooking the arms..
Ruby Kirk: QUIET RIOT by Belmont! Bridge!
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Crowd: BOOOO!
Marci D'Abruzzo: And Song breaks this one up with a belly flop splash! I think she messed them both up with that one, though!
Both Belmont and Diaz writhe briefly before getting to their feet. Diaz throws caution to the wind, unleashing on Belmont with a flurry of kicks, punches and forearms before trying to cap it off with a rolling wheel kick, but Belmont catches her mid flight!
Ruby Kirk: NATIVITY IN BLACK! WHAT THE HELL?!
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THREE!
This time, Yoon was a split second too late to break it up.
Mari Moon: Here are your winners - David Belmont, Alex Slayer - THE SHINNNNIGAAAAMI FOOOOUNDAAAATIONNNN!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Utter bullshit. Seriously.
Ruby Kirk: You like, say that about every clean result we have!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Yah, 'cuz they're freakin BORING! I want drama! I want action! I want suspense! I want..
Ruby Kirk: Geez someone get home girl some ritalin while we go to this segment!
Mari Moon: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
"Moonlight Sonata" by L'Orchestra Cinématique plays as “The Forgotten One” Erick St. John makes his way to the ring to a mixed reaction of the crowd.
Ruby Kirk: This is a match between two of 1WM's more successful and technically adept wrestlers!
Erick looks around the Airsoft arena. The expression on his face says it all. He's real happy to be here.
Marci D'Abruzzo: It sure will be fun to watch these dumb bastards go ham on each other! Love me a good game of human chess!
Ruby Kirk: We haven't seen ESJ at his peak in quite some time, but I don't doubt for a second that the man is damn near there if not there right now, Marci. Look at the shape he's in!
They don't get to check it out for long. A mixed reaction peels forth as the arena plunges into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage which moves in tune to the beat of seventeen girls in a row, and there is a sudden explosion of fiery pyro. Lash gets a mixed reaction as he strolls out with a stiff upper lip and looks around, scanning the crowd. Lash Donohue strides down the ramp confidently, his arms stretched out, slapping the hands which reach out. The fans seem to be a little nonplussed as Lash spits his gum into their zone and then gives them a smile as if he did something kind.
Ruby Kirk: GROSS!
Marci D'Abruzzo: It's Lash.
Lash reaches the ring and he smirks as he shows off his raw athleticism by skinning the cat. He looks to Erick and gives him a cheesy grin as the referee motions to search for weapons. Lash gets a laugh as he turns around and places his hands on top of his head while the "cop" frisks him. Erick can't help smirking at the antics as Lash turns back around and offers the ref his left leg, but takes it back and gives him his right instead. This is repeated several times.
Ruby Kirk: I'm related to this guy. I don't know what to make of that.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Something in the water at the Donohue household. That's for sure.
Ruby Kirk: WE ARE KIRKS, thank you.
There's a huge laugh from the crowd and a facepalm from ESJ as the referee moves down to check the lower half of Lash's gear, and Lash makes sexually oriented faces while rolling his eyes in the back of his head.
Ruby Kirk: I don't think that Erick is pleased that Lashy brought his "A material" tonight.
Marci D'Abruzzo: From his music to his attire to his mannerisms, the kid is pure filth. I sure hope ESJ can pound some respect into this diminutive guttersnipe!
The referee looks at both men to make sure they're ready before calling for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Lash and Erick St. John both circle around the ring, the two of them waiting for an opening to appear. When it doesn't happen, the two men grapple up in the center of the ring. There is a brief struggle for the advantage, which The Forgotten One appears to win. He locks Lash into a side headlock and begins to apply pressure to wear him down. Lash pulls himself back up to his feet and hits ESJ with a series of elbows to the ribs. He shoves ESJ off. ESJ picks up speed and bounces off of the ropes, hitting Lash with a shoulder block on the rebound. Lash pulls himself back up to his feet. ESJ closes the gap and hits Lash with a series of chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOO! WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Blow after blow connects as Lash stumbles away from a smirking ESJ.
Ruby Kirk: Quick start to this one by Erick St. John!
Marci D'Abruzzo: ESJ has been at this a very long time. The man knows exactly how to start a match!
ESJ grabs hold of Lash and backs him against the ropes. He hits Lash with one more chop for good measure…
Crowd: WOOO!
...before shooting him across the ring. ESJ steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Lash and delivers an inverted atomic drop! Lash tries to recover as ESJ bounces off of the ropes. Before he can do anything on the rebound, Lash leaps into the air and delivers a perfect dropkick! ESJ pops back up to his feet as Lash delivers a flurry of strikes that sends ESJ staggering around, finishing it off with a spinning backfist! Before ESJ can recover, Lash steps toward him and drives his knee into ESJ's ribs before hoisting him into the air and delivering a double-arm suplex! Lash smirks and welcomes the mixed response that he's receiving from the fans. Erick St. John drags himself back up to his feet.
Ruby Kirk: Did you see that suplex?!
Marci D'Abruzzo: I won't readily admit this usually, but Lash is impressing me so far.
Erick St. John tries to bring himself back up to his feet, only to have Lash run at him and connect with a knee strike! The impact of the blow sends ESJ staggering. ESJ tries to stagger away from Lash, though Lash grabs hold of him and locks in an inverted half nelson. ESJ tries to fight his way out of the hold, but Lash quickly responds by lifting ESJ into the air and delivering a knee strike to the face! ESJ drops to the mat in pain. Lash bounces off of the ropes and hits ESJ with a running senton! He hooks the leg and covers.
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THRE...KICK OUT!
Marci D'Abruzzo: We're beginning to see the full extent of what the MultiUniversal champion brings to the table since he no-sold death at Legendary 13!
Ruby Kirk: It's nice to know my least favorite cousin is with the living still and that he hasn't missed a step!
Lash grabs hold of Erick St. John and tries to drag him back up to his feet. Lash immediately tries to lock ESJ into a cobra clutch. ESJ fights his way out of Lash's grasp with a series of elbow strikes. Lash regains his balance and recovers quickly, charging at ESJ and getting hit with a drop toehold! Lash stumbles back up to his feet. ESJ grabs him from behind and delivers a snap German suplex! ESJ bridges into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...Lash kicks out!
Lash tries to pull himself back up to his feet. ESJ hits him in the mouth with an elbow shot. He follows it up with a second and then tries to put Lash in position for a Russian leg sweep! Lash fights his way out of ESJ's grasp and attempts to send him crashing to the mat with Bury-Go-Round (Berkocet)! ESJ blocks the attempt and tosses Lash to the mat. Before Lash can pull himself back up to his feet, ESJ charges and hits Lash in the back of the head with a clubbing blow! He follows it up with a second and gets Lash into position for Humble Thyself (crucifix driver)! Lash just barely blocks the attempt and lands on the mat behind ESJ.
Ruby Kirk: That could've put the match away!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Yeah, but it didn't, dumbass!
Erick St. John turns around. Lash runs and hits ESJ with a pivoting roundhouse! Erick St. John drops to a knee seemingly having no idea where he's at. Lash bounces off of the ropes attempting Eggs Over Easy (running guillotine leg drop to the head area). ESJ suddenly catches Lash with his My Redemption (sweet chin music superkick)!
Ruby Kirk: MY REDEMPTION!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Out of nowhere! See the kid's head jack back?! Perfect!
ESJ crawls on top of Lash for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Mari Moon: The winner of this match...Erick St. John!!!
The fans are all standing, cheering and applauding what they just witnessed, and the pop is going on deafening as Erick's music hits.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I will hand it to these two. They just put on one of the best catch as catch can bouts that this show has ever seen.
Ruby Kirk: Agreed in full. For the aspiring tech nerds out there? This is a tape you wanna study!
Marci D'Abruzzo: The very first time I've ever been impressed by Erick St. John and Lash Donohue, I tell ya. Sure, live it up, St. J. You earned this.
The fans seem to be getting warmer and warmer to Erick St. John, and he humbly shows his gratitude as he celebrates a hard won match.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Alright, c'mon we can't let this guy hog all our spotlight. We got a segment and a main event to cover! Check it!
We open up in a secluded section of the arena. There, we see Jenn Drew sitting on top of some production crates. She seems to be lost in thought, but not a distracting thought, more a focused and determined thought. She hops down off the crate and just begins to pace a little bit. She stops and turns towards the camera and a sly smile comes across her face.
Jenn Drew: I told you all. We told you all. The Seoul Queens told everyone that we were going to be making our opportunities. Nobody believed us, they all thought we were just blowing smoke out of our asses. Nobody thought Rei and I could walk out of Glory and Legendary respectfully with title opportunities to our names. Guess what though, people, we did it and now, we’re on the verge of doing what we both said we were going to do and that’s become champions.
Jenn laughs as she once again begins to pace around in the hallway, slowly, but very deliberately at the same time.
Jenn Drew: See, tonight is a very special night for the people. They get to see the future Pride of 1WM champion and the future 1WM Champion teaming together to take on the current champions or as I like to put it, the old guard. Sure, they’re great competitors, been great champions even, but their time is over, it’s time for fresh, hotter faces to take up the mantle. It’s time for two Queens to step up and take the thrones and sit at the top of the mountain where we rightfully deserve to be.
Jenn stops, turning and facing the camera now, her hands behind her back as she sways back and forth a little bit.
Jenn Drew: But that brings me to Arley Kirk, the woman who has had a firm grasp on the 1WM Championship for what has felt like ages now. All who have stepped up to her have fallen before her. But what kind of toll does that take on the body? Especially of someone so reckless as Arley is. Don’t think I don’t know about that, Arley. Hell, you and I, when push comes to shove, we’re similar in many ways. We’re both small, both overachievers, and most importantly, we both love gold and being at the very top.
Jenn chuckles as she hops back up on the production crates and swings her legs.
Jenn Drew: But Arley, while we both may be those things, one thing you aren’t though is smart. You’re a daredevil, using your body as a weapon and throwing yourself at people. Eventually, your body can’t take much more of that and you start to break down. Are you feeling that yet, champ? Are you feeling your body beginning to betray you? How you’re starting to slow down just a step? Most normal people may not see it, but I do. Every little thing takes just a little more effort than it did last time. Every dive hurts just a little bit more than the last. Every slam numbs your body just a little bit longer. The signs are there Arley and I see it, even if nobody else can yet.
You see Arley, despite us both being relatively the same size, my body isn’t breaking down and I’m not on the verge of a serious injury. There’s a reason for that. Some people call it cowardice, but I call it smarts. I know how to take advantage of the situation I’m thrown into. I don’t need to throw my body around and hope that it’s enough to keep a person down. I use my brain and I use my instincts to find my way on the winning end of things. Some may say I’m a cheater at times, but I say I’m just smarter than all of you. Arley, your time is almost up, love and like it or not, I’m the one person you can’t beat with your reckless nature. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to meet up with Rei and talk a little strategy.
Jenn hops off the crates and blows a kiss to the camera before she just skips down the hall and out of sight as the camera fades out.
Ruby Kirk: SEOUL QUEENS, STRIKER, KIRK! IT'S COMING UP NOW!
Ruby Kirk: The champions really can't afford to go down hard in this match. There's a hell of a lot riding on it!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Yeah, but look at Seoul Queens! You know they're gonna! Just POW!
Glory 9's highly anticipated main event kicks off with Jenni Drew squaring off with Jacob Striker. A verbal sparring match ensues as they circle, and it's not pretty when they finally lock up. Both Striker and Drew jostle for position before Jenni Drew pulls a fast one on Striker with an eye rake and tries to rip Striker overhead with a headlock takedown, yet the ever resourceful Striker is able to convert, twist Drew back around and reel her into a tight looking cravate. Jenni pushes Jacob off her and sends him for an irish whip.
Ruby Kirk: Striker on the rebound, woah! Looking for that Ruffian Kick early and Drew rolls out of the way! Jenni Drew on the rebound! She springboards!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Nice flying cross body block! Striker is down!
Jenni drops the leg on Striker and proceeds to pummel him with elbow strikes on the mat before hauling him back up to his feet. Drew doubles Striker over with a kick to the gut and goes to whip him into Seoul Queens corner, yet Striker grounds himself and reverses!
Ruby Kirk: Arley seems to always be ready and waiting in that corner to connect with the rope swing wheel kick, and Jenni Drew eats all of it! Tag to Arley! AK leaping to the top!
The fan volume flips into overdrive as Kirk catches Drew with a diving hurricanrana, reeling her into a package pin!
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Drew breaks free right on two, and Arley isn't giving her the opportunity to catch her breath as she hauls Drew up to her feet.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Fancy, fancy. Didn't get ya the dubya, though. Bitch.
Ruby Kirk: My my, someone is biased tonight.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Nah, not really. I just freakin' hate her, ya know?
AK nearly knocks Drew back down again with a nasty European uppercut, and Jenni angrily responds in kind with two in a row, sending Arley reeling backwards. Irish whip into the SQ corner and Arley's face collides with Rei Park's waiting boot before Jenni gets the tag to Rei.
Marci D'Abruzzo: It's ON now! Yeah, c'mon Rei! Hit her harder! Look at this onslaught of forearms and kicks she's obliterating your stupid cousin with, RK!
Ruby Kirk: I wouldn't count Arley out just yet..
Right as Ruby says that, Arley is able to catch a kick to the midsection and Rei fortunately ducks as AK feint sweeps and spins around then goes to light her up with a jumping roundhouse.
Marci D'Abruzzo: POISON APP~
The fan volume picks up again as Arley matrix dives to avoid the poison apple, kips back up to her feet and Rei's eyes bug as AK leaps up and connects with her viper backbreaker, Rei crumpling like an accordion. Quick tag to Striker! Jenni scowls and angrily climbs between the ropes, making a beeline for Arley and Jake who is still on the outer.
Ruby Kirk: Wait a second! Buckshot lariat from Striker to the running Jenni Drew just about takes her head off!! OH!! Buckshot sunset flip powerbomb from Arley on Park!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!
This chant goes on for quite a while as AK and Jenni roll out of the ring and get to their corners. Meanwhile, Striker has the extremely shaky Rei Park up to her feet. Jacob looks around, holding a finger up to his mouth.
Jacob Striker: SHHHHH!
*SMACK!!!*
Rei's eyes nearly bug out of her head once more with the devastating WALTER chop Jake just delivered.
Crowd: WOOOOOOO!
Rei drops to a knee clutching her chest, just in time for Striker to nail her in the forehead with a shoot kick and a short running knee, sending Rei sprawling.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Cover by Striker!
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Ruby Kirk: And Jenni Drew breaks it up just in time!
Striker is furious and turns his attention to Drew. He scowls as he lunges with a running clothesline to knock her back over the top rope, yet Jenni mischievously rolls out of the way, leaving Striker hung up over the ropes..
Ruby Kirk: Inverted cannonball to Striker on the ropes!
Jacob springs back and falls to the mat. Rei immediately nukes him with her standing moonsault for a cover.
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Ruby Kirk: And Striker gets the shoulder up!
Rei doesn't rest on her laurels, taking an arm and dragging Jacob to his unsteady feet. Rei catches him with a wrist lock and reels him in, yet Jacob telegraphs the high knee, throwing Rei up and drilling her with an impromptu pop up powerbomb!
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Marci D'Abruzzo: Gotta give it to SQ. Drew is always right there to make the save!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO
Marci D'Abruzzo: SHUT UP, MARKS.
Ruby Kirk: They can't possibly all be named Mark!
Marci D'Abruzzo: You can't possibly be this stupid. Anyhow! Haha. Look. I love this.
The crowd displeasure is at a peak as Rei and Jenni quickly lay into Striker with double team stomps before the ref is able to break it up and get Jenn back to her corner.
Ruby Kirk: Striker looking the worse for wear. Park drags him to his feet..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Except she doesn't!
Striker gets the crowd back on his side as he suddenly unleashes with an array of forearms to the head and midsection, stunning Rei.
Ruby Kirk: Uh oh! This ain't good..
The fans are roaring as Jake has Rei up on his shoulders lined up for his fearsome Apocalypse (Emerald flowsion)..
Marci D'Abruzzo: He's going for it! Wait! What's this IDIOT think she's DOING?
Arley leaps to the top rope in one bound as Jake looks directly at her and nods.
Ruby Kirk: WAIT. ARLEY'S WALKING THE ROPES!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Jenni Drew is back in to have something to say about that!
The fans are near beside themselves as Arley nimbly runs across the top rope and leaps off to launch Rei for a rana off Jacob's shoulders, yet Rei breaks free and lands on her feet behind him!
Marci D'Abruzzo: COLLISION AHOY!
It looks as though AK is going to clash with her own partner, yet she simply springs off his shoulders, clean over Rei and straight onto Drew..
Marci D'Abruzzo: MADWOMAN!!!
Ruby Kirk: OH MY GOD!! SICKFLIP PILEDRIVER OFF STRIKER'S SHOULDERS TO DREW!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!
Jenni spikes into the mat and seems to be limp as she rolls to the outside unconscious, and Arley crashes into a corner then rolls out to ringside herself. Meanwhile, with Rei having evaded the Apocalypse and landed on her feet behind Striker, he was wide open to Snake Eyes (kaio kick) as soon as he spun back around.
Ruby Kirk: OH! Good night!!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Wait a minute, Rei ain't done yet!
The fans don't seem to know what to think as they see Rei haul Jacob up..
Ruby Kirk: She can't hit that damn Burning Mandala on Striker!
Ruby proves right as Jacob breaks free and lands on his feet, taking Rei down with a swift neckbreaker before crawling over and getting the tag to Arley who is only too eager to springboard into action..
Marci D'Abruzzo: SOMEONE get our world champion a straight jacket!
The fans are once again on their feet as Rei narrowly avoids the springboard mushroom stomp and catches Arley with a kick to the gut as AK lands awkwardly. The fans BOOO Jenni once more as she finds her bearings, rushes over and drags Jacob's feet off the apron, forcing his jaw to clash with it and Jacob to land on the outside. Knee to the gut by Rei!
Marci D'Abruzzo: PARK HAS GOT IT NOW! Kirk is caught helpless! BURNING MANDALA!!
Arley crashes to the mat and Rei tightly hooks the leg!
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THREE!
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: Here are your winners - REI PARK, JENNI DREW. They are the SEEEEOOOOOUUUL QUUUEEEEENNNS!!
Ruby Kirk; What a surprise of a result this one turned out to be, D'Abruzzo!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Hardly a surprise. I told ya all along. Seoul Queens are a finely oiled unit and our champions are batshit mad! It was inevitable!
Ruby Kirk: I don't necessarily know if I agree with Marci over here, but WHAT A SHOW. Look, that's all we got time for tonight here in Wisconsin. To all of our One Dub viewers across the world, we're gonna have to issue a sayonara. Thanks for h..
Marci D'Abruzzo: C'MON, Kirk! I wanna go home already!
Ruby Kirk: Don't forget to join us in Paris on the thirty first for Legendary 14, you guys! One Dub out!
Jacob and Arley look to be licking their wounds already as they limp back up the ramp, allowing Seoul Queens to celebrate in the ring as we close out the broadcast.
The cameras pan around the arena, catching some of the numerous crowd signs and focusing on them. First, we stay on the college kids with A-R-L-E-Y painted on their stomachs, then...
"I'M WOKEN!"
"FORGOTTEN NO MORE"
"BITE ME, DRAGON!"
"LONG SHALL SEOUL QUEENS REIGN!"
"CODA, WE WILL FIGHT??"
"TRASHY LASHY"
Finally, the cameras pan over to the desk and we're greeted by Ruby Kirk and sneered at by Marci D'Abruzzo.
Ruby Kirk: Welcome all to One Wrestle Movement's ninth edition of Glory! I tell ya, D'Abruzzo. This card be POPPIN.
Marci D'Abruzzo: You're damn right it be off the chain, Overgrown Arley! We have debuts tonight, some insane tag matches and we're scheduled to hear from people who have a bunch to say!
Ruby Kirk: And let's not forget about tonight's headliner between ESJ and the NEW Splat MultiUniversal champion!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh yeah! Followed right up by a colossal tag team main event!
Ruby Kirk: So let's quit stalling and get to it already!
Marci D'Abruzzo: I ain't stalling, YOU ARE! I'm...
Marci puts a finger in her other ear as she listens to her headpiece.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I'm getting word we're getting this party started up in here! Let's go backstage.
After his debut on Chasing Glory, Dustin Holt was standing close to the dressing room with beads of sweat still glistening off his body. His niece Izzy is also showing the signs of competing. Their personal interviewer Adrian Lancaster, also their manager, places a towel over their shoulders before pulling a microphone out of her left arm.
Adrian Lancaster: That was an amazing contest you had against Faye and Izzy you rocked the Rocket. How did it feel being back inside the ring Dustin?
Dustin takes a deep breath.
Dustin Holt: It felt amazing Adrian. I wish I didn't have to hear all the idiots in the crowd. I told the world that The Icon was back. No one wanted to believe me.
Adrian nods her head as Izzy motions for the microphone to be placed in front of her face.
Izzy Marx: I told the world. I made it perfectly clear. Now look at us. The Dog Pound has had a great night thus far but it's only just begun.
Adrian smirks devilishly.
Adrian Lancaster: Dustin, earlier in the week, we saw you get into a heated argument with The Headhunters. How are you going to focus on The Fallen Angels in Paris?
Dustin just chuckles.
Dustin Holt: This isn't my first rodeo. Those two clowns aren't the first wanna be gangsters that I have come across in my career. They are just two guys who are scared because The Dog Pound has a reputation of taking over a division. Judging by the fact we are featured in Paris, should be a clue on how The Headhunters are seen in this company? No one cares for them.
Izzy motions for the microphone.
Izzy Marx: If those bozos want a fight then we will give them a fight. Aurora and Damon Graves are a formidable team and will give us an actual test. Those hood rats probably couldn't fight their way out of a plastic bag. You know something Faye, you did some fucked up things against my uncle. I promise you. I will get my hands on you and I will hurt you.
Dustin continues to laugh as Adrian turns her attention toward the camera.
Adrian Lancaster: The Dog Pound is here to stay. You can either like it or go fuck yourselves. We don't take prisoners. We kick ass and leave broken bodies in our wake. The Headhunters have no idea what awaits them if they were to tangle with this unit. As for everyone else, take notice as we are the future.
Dustin pulls the microphone up towards his lips.
Dustin Holt: SORRY ABOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!!!!!
Dustin gives one last smirk before the trio disappears into the shadows of the hallway.
Ruby Kirk: Strange lad. Strange, Strange lad.
Marci D'Abruzzo: What are you talking about, Kirk? Guy's just staking claims here. Get off ya high horse. How's this? Let's go to our opening bout!
Sky Devereux vs. Camilla Morricone
Before the bell even rings, Camila Morricone angrily rushes Skye Devereux, letting out a roar and taking her down to the mat with a harsh unexpected elbow!
Ruby Kirk: I guess the ref ain't got no choice but to ring that damn bell! Morricone arriving to the party early!
DING DING DING!!!
Camilla takes full advantage of Devereux's stunned state, laying in with vicious heel stomps and toe kicks around the head and neck. Morricone sneers as she drags Skye up with a handful of hair and then promptly snaps her with a hair pull backbreaker!
Marci D'Abruzzo: That's mah girl! That's why she's a goddamn ENFORCER. Vicious til the last drop!
Skye is seemingly at Morricone's mercy as she's unceremoniously hauled to her feet and hauled up onto Camilla's shoulders.
Ruby Kirk: Fireman carry gutb...
The fans rejoice as Skye Devereux slips out and promptly drills Morricone with a chick kick to the back of the head! Morricone goes down to one knee, and Skye hauls her up, letting out a shriek as she blasts the chest of Morricone with rapid fire knife edge chops before hauling her off for an irish whip.
Ruby Kirk: Morricone on the rebound looking for that bicycle knee lift! Swing and a miss as Devereux rolls clear!
Skye hits the ropes in the opposite direction, and the crowd absolutely loves it as she springboards and comes back at Morricone with a tornado arm drag!
Ruby Kirk: She bounces again! Morricone to her feet, and straight back off them! Tornado DDT!
Camila's head spikes into the canvas and Skye goes for the cover.
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Marci D'Abruzzo: No way Camilla wasn't gonna kick outta that flashy bullcrap!
Skye isn't deterred however, and she's in control. Devereux drags Morricone up and blasts her with a forearm before trying for a fisherman suplex, yet Camilla breaks free via a flurry of punches to the midsection and is in the perfect position to reverse this into her patented hangman's neckbreaker! Cover!
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The crowd rejoices once more as Skye gets the shoulder up, yet Morricone is not nearly as pleased as she sit up. Morricone gets up in the referee's face and argues with him, and she leaves herself open to a roll up and an inside cradle!
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Marci D'Abruzzo: NO!! NO!! You're not getting out of it with that brand of dirty tactic!
Ruby Kirk: Morricone has been pulling dirt moves all damn match, D'Abruzzo. Ya blind as a bat. Wait a minute! Check this out!
Both women have got to their feet and are currently embroiled in a European uppercut war.
*SMACK!*
Skye stumbles briefly but snarls and responds as hard as she can.
*WHACK!!*
Camilla nearly falls backwards, but shakes it off and issues a roar as she just about takes Devereux's head off, really getting up and under and dropping her to the mat.
Ruby Kirk: Can Morricone lock in her Rattrap?!
Skye struggles desperately yet Camilla manages to cinch in her deadly submission. Skye Devereux nearly gets to the ropes, yet the crowd BOOO as Morricone drags her back into the middle. Skye refuses to give in when asked and struggles desperately once again, yet her head slumps down eventually. The referee raises her arm and it slumps like it's dead weight.
ONE...
Ruby Kirk: This don't look good for Devereux. I think she's out of it.
The ref raises the arm again and it slumps.
TWO...
Marci D'Abruzzo: Haha. Look at Morricone cinching it in more and more. Like I said. Vicious to the last drop. I love it.
The ref raises the arm up once more and the crowd seems nonplussed as Skye's arm merely slumps.
THREE!
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via submission, CAAAAMILLLAAAA MOOOORRRICOOOONE!
Morricone sneers as she lets go of the hold after Mari announces her victory and the crowd voice disapproval as she taunts them while she celebrates.
Ruby Kirk: Glory IX is sure off to a hot start!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Like I always ask ya. Do you think it's gonna last?
Ruby Kirk: Only one way to find out! But first, we're cutting backstage! Peep this!
A dimly lit interview area backstage comes into focus in one chair is THE INTERVIEWER, their arms placed calmly on the arm rests. In the chair opposite them is a familiar young man. Jack Gibson sits there lazily slicing back with his arms casually thrown over the top of the chair back. He smirked cockily, leaning towards in preparation of the questions upcoming.
Mari Moon: Ladies and gentleman, I am here with one of 1WM’s newest signing Jack Gibson. So Jack, now that you have signed with One Wrestling Movement officially, what do you have to say to this audience after your, uh, performance last week.
Jack Gibson: My performance, huh. I guess you can call it that. Personally I would call it more of a message. A message to the entire roster that the paradigm has changed. That a new measuring stick had walked through the door. You see for the last year you have had these so called champions leading the way.
When saying the word champions Jack made air quoted scrunching his face up as he did.
Jack Gibson: For the past year this company has been led by these competitors. WORLD CHAMPION and PRIDE OF 1WM have done everything they possibly can to bring eyes to this product but now it's my time. My time to take this company on my back and drag it into the stratosphere kicking and screaming. Because people don't like change but when you bring in once in a generational talent like me, change is necessary.
Jack reached over to the table behind his chair. Grabbing a hold of a silver can, taking a big swig from it and placing it firmly back on a table.
Mari Moon: Change is necessary…What type of change are you calling for? Being an upstart of sorts, just breaking through as a professional, what type of change would you want to see.
He smiles.
Jack Gibson: Well, I guess that is a good question. In the industry as a whole, you can see the same faces everywhere you look holding the top belts. And trade them with each other. At least here in 1WM, we've seen starts be created. But if I'm going to create true change in this industry I need to be the front runner, and it starts here. I don't care if it's the World Championship or the Pride of 1WM Championship. I want to give opportunities every week to everyone.
Mari Moon: But what about the few that look at your group, this Kill or be Killed, and think that your not really here to make a difference but actually to take over and use your group to never truly give opportunities. But give the façade of it?
Jack Gibson: That's what is wrong with this world assuming the worst. Every week we compete in front of thousands of fans. Some of which, for some unknown reason, don't like me. Why would I not go to the ring with like minded individuals, that want to see the same changes I do. Men that are only there to protect me from the ugly, hateful, spiteful people on the other side of the barricade. I'm here to create change and sometimes that change causes backlash. Kill or be Killed is a movement, and that's it.
He takes another sip from the can. Mari seems to be skeptical, but realizing she won't get a better answer moves on.
Mari Moon: So here you are, the newest signing of One Wrestling Movement. What is the first step of this quest? You made an appearance at Legendary 13 in Mexico City, calling out the 1WM World Champion, Arley Kirk after her match with Jacob Striker. Now this interview, what's next? When are you going to enter the ring?
Jack Gibson: Well, now isn’t that the question, when is the hottest act to walk through those doors going to do next. How about this, I’m going to walk out of this interview, go over to management, and get a match for Legendary 14, and there you will see my in ring debut, step one in my rise to the top. See you in Paris Mari.
With that Jack rises to his feet, grabs the can on the table and downs its remaining contents and throws it to the floor and disappears off screen.
Marci D'Abruzzo: The fans don't seem sure about this guy. But that's because Wisconsin are a bunch of fickle mush heads.
Ruby Kirk: Not even dignifying that with a response. Here we go with our second bout. I've seen Dokueki around tonight. She seems just a tad furious.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I've seen Dori! She seems just a tad intoxicated.
Ruby Kirk: Really? Dafuq...
"The Poison Dragon" Dokueki vs. Madori
DING DING DING!!!
Dokueki doesn't seem the least bit amused as she moves in to lock up, and Madori fails miserably, tripping up and landing face down to a big laugh. The Poison Dragon lets out a roar as she lays in with stomps and then leaps up high and drills Madori with a knee drop to the face. Dokueki quickly hauls Madori to her unsteady feet and nearly knocks her back down with a brutal headbutt between the eyes. Madori only remains standing because Dokueki has her by the hair, where she issues a further series of brutal headbutts until Madori seems to fall limp in her hands.
Marci D'Abruzzo: This is a whitewash! Clawslam!
Madori seems to bounce several times as she lands, rolling back over herself and folding up like an accordion. Dokueki with the cover.
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The fans are surprisingly on their feet as seemingly via instinct alone, Madori got a shoulder up.
Ruby Kirk: 2.8 count! Almost had it one minute thirty into it!
Dragon seems to gain a new level of fury as she lets out a shriek and once more drags Madori up by the hair.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Dragon's breath! Geez what the hell in IN tha...OMG YUCK!!
The fans are in hysterics as Dokueki blasts Dori with the black mist, and Madori responds with...
Ruby Kirk: HAHAHA!! TECHNICOLOR MIST!! That's..that's disgusting!
Dokueki was quick, but not quick enough to get completely out of the way. This flips a switch in Dokueki. Madori is suddenly her new favorite punching bag before hauling Madori up on her shoulders..
Marci D'Abruzzo: DRAGON'S LAST DANCE! We're outta here..
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DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: The winner of this contest - The Poison Dragon - DOOOOKUUEKIIII!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Damn, I told ya. She's SOZZLED!
Ruby Kirk: I've never seen that in my goddamn life, and I never wanna see it again. Quick, ring crew! Get a new mat happening! B'GAWD that stinks!
As the crew rushes in to attend to the mess that Dori built, we cut backstage. It has been a wonderful evening until cameras cut to the backstage area where Izzy Marx and Bradley Alford could be seen walking through the hallway. Izzy doesn’t look to be as happy as Bradley has his hand around her waist.
Izzy Marx: I hate this damn city.
Bradley Alford: Babe, we promised your uncle that we would scope the place out.
Izzy rolls her eyes while continuing to walk down the hall.
Izzy Marx: I’d rather be down in Mexico then here. At least we could have some alone time.
Brad smiles at her.
Bradley Alford: Let’s just see what happens. I just know The Dog Pound will soon be the talk of the town.
Izzy shakes her head.
Izzy Marx: Not this stupid city. The people are complete idiots.
Bradley just smiles as they continue down the hallway as the cameras cut away.
Ruby Kirk: I don't like the look of this.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Maybe it don't like the look of you! Bah who cares. Let's go to our next contest already!
"Brozart" Tim Brody vs. "Woken" Andrew Garrison
DING DING DING!!!
Garrison gets the side headlock right out of the initial lock up. Garrison wrenches on it before trying to send Brody for an Irish whip, yet Tim stands his ground and gets a reversal on it.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Brody with the whip, Garrison on the rebound. Chop block from Brody taking Garrison down!
Andrew gets back up and almost walks right into a bro kick, but he is lucky enough to sidestep, leaving Tim hopping.
Ruby Kirk: Huge back suplex by Garrison!
Andrew Garrison looks around before hitting the ropes, coming back and landing a crisp springboard elbow drop. Garrison hooks the leg.
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Brody kicks out with authority. Garrison tries to drag Tim to his feet but Tim blocks the attempt, sending Garrison sailing with his spinning belly to belly suplex. Tim gets down and goes for his camel clutch, yet Garrison easily gets the rope break. Both men back up and Tim is caught off guard by a huge European uppercut. Garrison quickly lays in one more and sends Tim into the corner with an irish whip, promptly following up with a corner dropkick.
Ruby Kirk: Garrison is hooking Brody up now, could he be going for that tornado DDT out of the cor..
Marci D'Abruzzo: WOAH!
The fans are suddenly on their feet as Garrison looks to leap off and plant Brody with the tornado DDT, yet Tim Brody stands his ground somehow!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Brody scoops Garrison up and LAUNCHES him with a T-bone suplex out of the corner instead!
Tim looks around before he starts running towards the downed Woken one.
Ruby Kirk: ODE TO BEA.. ouch!
Tim launches into his patented moonsault, yet bounces off the knees of Garrison as he sticks them up at the last second.
Marci D'Abruzzo: See that? That can turn the tide in a hurry. That one really messed Timwit up!
Ruby Kirk: Don't call him Timwit. Anyhoo, Garrison hauling Brody to his feet now. Kick to the gut!
The fans roar as Garrison doubles Brody over and gives the signal.
Marci D'Abruzzo: DESTR..NO!
The fans are on their feet as Tim dumps Andrew with a backdrop and then scoops the dazed man back up.
Ruby Kirk: TRUE BROMANCE!
As Tim nails the snapmare driver, Andrew's head spikes into the mat and he rolls limply into his back.
Ruby Kirk: Bro fist! This one is done!
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DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: Here is your winner, he is BRRRROZARRRT - TIIMMMM BRRRRRODYY!
The fans are ecstatic for Tim as he runs around the ring pumping his fist.
Crowd: BRO-DY! BRO-DY! BRO-DY! BRO-DY!!
Marci D'Abruzzo: How the hell did he do that?!
Ruby Kirk: I guess he ain't as dim as you think he is, Marci. And these fans seem to LOVE him!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh he definitely is, it's not up for debate. And they're STILL a bunch of fickle mush heads. Ugh. Let's go check this out, eh?
The cameras head backstage to one of the talent dressing rooms. Erick St. John is shown sitting alone on the carpeted floor, crossed legged in half-lotus position to a solid crowd pop. The self-proclaimed “Forgotten One” has his eyes closed and his breathing in a slow and steady rhythm as he meditates before his big match against Lash Donahue. He looks at peace and centered when he is interrupted by a knock at the door.
Erick St. John: Come in…
ESJ doesn’t break his meditation as the door slowly opens and a familiar female face looks in. Sandra Rose, Cedric Southern’s international tour coordinator, smiles as she stands in the doorway.
Sandra Rose: Oh… sorry, Erick, I didn’t mean to interrupt your meditation time.
Usually Erick wouldn’t be bothered by an intrusion of his pre-match activities but on this occasion he allows it as he opens his eyes and turns towards Sandra.
Erick St. John: Hello Sandra…
Sandra’s smile widens and there’s color now in her cheeks at the sound of her name.
Erick St. John: What are you doing in Milwaukee? I thought you’d be heading to Paris to prepare for the Maux D'Amour Legendary show?
Sandra looks impressed by ESJ’s ease with the French language. Erick smirks and looks her in the eyes.
Sandra Rose: I… thought I’d take a slight detour and be a true company girl by checking out the Glory show. I don’t always get to see the great talent on this brand since I organize the Legendary logistics for Cedric.
Erick cocks an eyebrow.
Erick St. John: Oh really? Are you here to see anyone in particular?
Sandra smiles back at Erick coyly.
Sandra Rose: Indeed I am. I’m here to see you.
Erick notices the confidence in her voice. He’s charmed by it.
Erick St. John: That’s very kind of you, Sandra. I’m not sure exactly what to say.
Sandra steps into the dressing room completely, showing off her fit body in a tight dress.
Sandra Rose: You don’t have to say anything. Just know I’m here for you. I know a lot of the 1WM roster is leery of you because of your past with Emeritus. They don’t trust you. As a member of the Rose family, I get that a lot too because of my sisters. People assume I’m just like them.
Erick stands up and walks up to Sandra. There is a palpable charge between them that even the Milwaukee fans give it a positive roar. ESJ looks down at Sandra intently.
Erick St. John: Are you? How do you know I’m not playing everyone in 1WM? How do I know you’re not like your sisters? Actions speak louder than words.
Sandra looks up at Erick without fear.
Sandra Rose: We don’t. We’ll just have to risk finding out together.
Sandra makes a bold move by putting her hands on Erick’s shoulders and getting on her tip-toes. She tilts her head slightly and nearly puts her lips on Erick’s, much to the approval of the fans.
Sandra Rose: But you’re right, Erick. Actions speak louder than words. Come to Paris for Legendary and I will quell your doubts about me. I may not be like my sisters but I’m still a Rose. And this rose has thorns towards anyone who gets in my way.
Sandra grazes Erick’s lips with hers then steps down and gives him a pregnant smile.
Sandra Rose: Go kick Lash’s ass. I’ll be watching.
Sandra heads out the dressing room and down the hallway. The camera returns to ESJ who is touching his lips and looking in Sandra’s direction. He says something to himself.
Erick St. John: I’m definitely watching you… Sandra Rose.
ESJ smirks as he closes the door to his dressing room and the cameras head back to 1WM action.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I don't know how to say this but I'm really kind of looking forward to the headliner.
Ruby Kirk: Just say you're looking forward to ESJ v Lash. Own it.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Bah whatever! Match time!
Damon Xalvador vs. Tommy
DING DING DING!!!
From the very outset, Xalvador looks to be toying with Tommy. A smug grin crosses his face as Damon sidesteps a lock up attempt and simply whacks Tommy over the back of the head. Tommy seems furious about this and looks to respond with a big uppercut, yet Damon somehow manages to catch and snare the arm, reeling Tommy into a Russian leg sweep and taking him down hard. Xalvador looks to hook in with a body scissors, yet the crowd seems to really get behind Tommy as he rears back and connects with a blinder of a punch straight to the jaw of Xalvador, breaks free of the leg scissors and proceeds to pummel him on the mat with punches and forearms. Damon manages to get on top and responds in kind. The fans get hotter and hotter watching these two guys roll around on the mat and slaughter each other with their bare hands.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I mean, this ain't MMA, but I'm here for this!
Tommy finally lands a king blow between Xalvador's eyes and Damon slumps. Tommy easily hauls the now dazed man to his feet and sends him for an Irish whip into the corner, yet when Tommy lunges in for a corner spear, Damon rolls out of the way and Tommy crashes into the ring post shoulder first.
Ruby Kirk: Oof. Never good. That can separate a shoulder, no troubles.
The fans are suddenly in awe as Xalvador doesn't give Tommy time to dwell, dragging him out of the corner, dumping him HARD with his chicken wing faceplant!
Marci D'Abruzzo: SEE YOU IN HELL, TOMMY!
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The fans are shocked and they show it as Tommy manages to get the shoulder up!
Ruby Kirk: Unbelievable!
Damon is furious! He immediately covers Tommy again.
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Tommy kicks out at two this time, and Damon has visibly had enough. He drags Tommy up without much effort and delivers a kick to the gut..
Ruby Kirk: Xalvador says 'F*CK YOUR L..'
The crowd is on its feet as Tommy breaks free, swings Xalvador around and bloodied his nose with a vicious headbutt! Xalvador hits the deck!
Marci D'Abruzzo: NO he don't! Oh hell yeah! BRAIN DAMAGE out of nowhere! Cover!
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Xalvador regains his bearings enough to kick out!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!
Tommy sits up, breathing heavily. Speckles of Xalvador's blood are splattered across his face. He gets a mixed response as he scoops them up and licks them off his hand. Tommy lets out a roar and drags the now disoriented Xalvador to his feet and goes to launch him with an Irish whip.
Ruby Kirk: Hold the phone! Damon with the turn around! FACE OFF!!
Tommy falls like a stone as the claymore kick lands right on target. Damon rushes to cover, hooking the leg.
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The crowd stands and applauds as Xalvador's music hits, but neither man seems to be moving off the mat right now.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Woah. These guys took each other to absolute hell right here on Glory!
Ruby Kirk: Ya can say that again! What an unexpected train wreck! What a match!
The camera pans around the arena as the two men still lay there in the ring, unmoving.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Woah. We might need some damn attention out here! Let's go to a commercial while we hustle the EMTs!
Coda vs. "Dr. Carnival" Dawn Master
Marci D'Abruzzo: I really ain't looking forward to this match, RK. They're both a couple of little weirdos.
Ruby Kirk: Be that as it may, D'Abruzzo. These "little weirdos" are very capable competitors, and this is sure to be a hell of an outing!"
DING DING DING!!!
The bell rings, and Dawn sprints across the ring, meeting Coda in her corner. She pushes Coda back into the corner, throwing a series of forearms into the stoic Korean, but Coda shoves her back, causing her to roll backwards. She lands on her feet, stumbling a bit. Just as she catches her balance, Coda is there to absolutely level her with a brutal lariat!
Ruby Kirk: Woof! Coda is not in the damn mood!
Coda pulls Dawn to her feet, throwing a series of forearms into her opponent before slipping around behind her to grab Masters around the waist before launching her across the ring with a huge release German suplex. Dawn gets to her feet, dazed, before Coda grabs her by the hair to launch her across the ring again. Masters gets to her feet, defiant, as Coda starts to make her way across the ring.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I do kind of like this one, I've decided.
Ruby Kirk: You've decided?
Coda grabs Masters by the wrist, looking to throw her across the ring. Dawn reverses, sending Coda into the corner instead. She hits the turnbuckle and Masters is right behind her, hitting a hesitation dropkick that causes Coda to slam backwards into the turnbuckle again. Dawn runs in, looking for a turnbuckle assisted triangle DDT, but Coda catches her midspin, using the momentum to turn and fall backwards with a big Samoan drop! Coda rises to her feet, tossing Dawn into the corner. She lifts the dazed superstar up to the top turnbuckle, signaling for the Magnum Opus, but with the referees vision obstructed, Masters rakes her fingers across Coda's face.
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Coda stumbles backwards, clutching her face. Dawn charges in, but a desperation back body drop floors Masters. Coda drops down for a cover, but Dawn rolls her over, pulling her into a tight cover. The referee drops down for the count. Masters puts her feet on the ropes, giving herself leverage! The referee doesn't notice!
Ruby Kirk: She can't do that!!
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Marci D'Abruzzo: HAHAHA. Au contraire, mon chéri. She can, and she did!
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via pinfall - DOCTOR CARRRNIVAL, DAWWWWN MAAASTERR!
Masters immediately slides out of the ring, backing up the ramp with a shit eating grin plastered on her face and her arms raised as Coda tries desperately to explain what happened to the referee, though it is too late.
Ruby Kirk: What the actual FAKK was that?!
Marci D'Abruzzo: That, my Michi-headed friend, was a victory. Plain and simple.
Ruby Kirk: Michi-headed?
Marci D'Abruzzo: Why do you people say fakk!? It's fuck!
Ruby Kirk: Because accent. Sheltered moron. Anyhow, what a horse shit result for a perfectly good match we just had. I'm disgusted. Let's go to a commercial while I calm the fakk down"
Marci D'Abruzzo: I SWEAR TO G..
The Shinigami Foundation vs. Booty Call
DING DING DING!!!
We start things off with Slayer and Diaz and a tight lock up. Headlock takedown by Slayer and the attempt to transition into the chinlock is thwarted by a roll back and a leg scissors-inspired monkey flip variant. Both on their feet and a killer jumping forearm has Slayer staggering, and a neat dropkick has him falling back into BC's corner.
Ruby Kirk: Early tag to Yoon. Tsk. I just can't stand for this illegal double teaming..
There's a mixed reaction as Yoon lifts Saraia up into the rana position, and Slayer is sent flying across the ring.
Marci D'Abruzzo: You don't stand for much, RK. Yoon in control now, running basement dropkick to Slayer in the corner!
Alex's eyes seem to roll back in his head with the impact, and Yoon seizes her opportunity to cover.
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Ruby Kirk: Heh. Not even any wear near it.
Yoon hauls Alex up to his feet and drills him with an open palm strike before trying to whip Slayer I to BC's corner again, yet Slayer grounds his feet and reverses.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Song on the rebound. OH!
Slayer lets out a ROAR and nails Soon with a brutal mafia kick, felling her like a tree! Slayer delivers a knee drop and proceeds to lay into Song with elbows. Yoon is on uneasy footing as Slayer hauls her back up and gets her in a headlock before dragging her into Shinigami territory.
Ruby Kirk: Tag to Belmont! Oh good grief..
The fans get super loud as Slayer hauls Yoon up in a cradle suplex and Belmont climbs to the top and comes off with a knee drop! The ref hustles Slayer out as quick as he can.
Marci D'Abruzzo: DEAD MAN'S TRIGGER! Belmont is going for it! Cover!
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Crowd: BOOOOOO!
The pinfall is broken up by a timely running senton from Saraia who let's out a yell and proceeds to lay into Belmont with stomp after stomp before the referee hustles her out. Yoon is able to recover and she hauls Belmont up. Belmont blocks her forearm shot and tries for a whip into the corner, but Song reels him back into a deadly looking headbutt before taking him down with a wicked swinging neckbreaker before crawling over and tagging in Diaz.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Say what ya like about Booty Call. They're a TEAM.
Saraia grins evilly as she grabs a handful of Belmont's hair and hauls him growling to his feet, blocking his attempted offensive reply and doubling him over with a knee to the gut. Yoon Song nods and climbs in as Saraia Diaz whistles and gestures with a turn of her head.
Ruby Kirk: Diaz with the Irish whip. Oh no. This isn't good. Booty Call are making with that criss cross..
The fans are building in excitement as Song and Diaz hit the ropes and they both come back with matching butt bumps. However..
Ruby Kirk: ALL NIGHT HOU...no! Belmont ducks!
The fans laugh as Saraia and Yoon collide and fall, clutching their lower backs and buttocks respectively. Belmont gets to his feet and throws up the metal sign, getting the crowd just that bit more hype as he signals for the end.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Ugh. Just a beast of a man. C'mon, Booty Call. Look alive!
Ruby Kirk: More patented D'Abruzzo unbiased commentary, folks. Belmont hauls Diaz to her feet, hooking the arms..
Ruby Kirk: QUIET RIOT by Belmont! Bridge!
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Crowd: BOOOO!
Marci D'Abruzzo: And Song breaks this one up with a belly flop splash! I think she messed them both up with that one, though!
Both Belmont and Diaz writhe briefly before getting to their feet. Diaz throws caution to the wind, unleashing on Belmont with a flurry of kicks, punches and forearms before trying to cap it off with a rolling wheel kick, but Belmont catches her mid flight!
Ruby Kirk: NATIVITY IN BLACK! WHAT THE HELL?!
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This time, Yoon was a split second too late to break it up.
Mari Moon: Here are your winners - David Belmont, Alex Slayer - THE SHINNNNIGAAAAMI FOOOOUNDAAAATIONNNN!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Utter bullshit. Seriously.
Ruby Kirk: You like, say that about every clean result we have!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Yah, 'cuz they're freakin BORING! I want drama! I want action! I want suspense! I want..
Ruby Kirk: Geez someone get home girl some ritalin while we go to this segment!
Mari Moon: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
"Moonlight Sonata" by L'Orchestra Cinématique plays as “The Forgotten One” Erick St. John makes his way to the ring to a mixed reaction of the crowd.
Ruby Kirk: This is a match between two of 1WM's more successful and technically adept wrestlers!
Erick looks around the Airsoft arena. The expression on his face says it all. He's real happy to be here.
Marci D'Abruzzo: It sure will be fun to watch these dumb bastards go ham on each other! Love me a good game of human chess!
Ruby Kirk: We haven't seen ESJ at his peak in quite some time, but I don't doubt for a second that the man is damn near there if not there right now, Marci. Look at the shape he's in!
They don't get to check it out for long. A mixed reaction peels forth as the arena plunges into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage which moves in tune to the beat of seventeen girls in a row, and there is a sudden explosion of fiery pyro. Lash gets a mixed reaction as he strolls out with a stiff upper lip and looks around, scanning the crowd. Lash Donohue strides down the ramp confidently, his arms stretched out, slapping the hands which reach out. The fans seem to be a little nonplussed as Lash spits his gum into their zone and then gives them a smile as if he did something kind.
Ruby Kirk: GROSS!
Marci D'Abruzzo: It's Lash.
Lash reaches the ring and he smirks as he shows off his raw athleticism by skinning the cat. He looks to Erick and gives him a cheesy grin as the referee motions to search for weapons. Lash gets a laugh as he turns around and places his hands on top of his head while the "cop" frisks him. Erick can't help smirking at the antics as Lash turns back around and offers the ref his left leg, but takes it back and gives him his right instead. This is repeated several times.
Ruby Kirk: I'm related to this guy. I don't know what to make of that.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Something in the water at the Donohue household. That's for sure.
Ruby Kirk: WE ARE KIRKS, thank you.
There's a huge laugh from the crowd and a facepalm from ESJ as the referee moves down to check the lower half of Lash's gear, and Lash makes sexually oriented faces while rolling his eyes in the back of his head.
Ruby Kirk: I don't think that Erick is pleased that Lashy brought his "A material" tonight.
Marci D'Abruzzo: From his music to his attire to his mannerisms, the kid is pure filth. I sure hope ESJ can pound some respect into this diminutive guttersnipe!
The referee looks at both men to make sure they're ready before calling for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Lash and Erick St. John both circle around the ring, the two of them waiting for an opening to appear. When it doesn't happen, the two men grapple up in the center of the ring. There is a brief struggle for the advantage, which The Forgotten One appears to win. He locks Lash into a side headlock and begins to apply pressure to wear him down. Lash pulls himself back up to his feet and hits ESJ with a series of elbows to the ribs. He shoves ESJ off. ESJ picks up speed and bounces off of the ropes, hitting Lash with a shoulder block on the rebound. Lash pulls himself back up to his feet. ESJ closes the gap and hits Lash with a series of chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOO! WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Blow after blow connects as Lash stumbles away from a smirking ESJ.
Ruby Kirk: Quick start to this one by Erick St. John!
Marci D'Abruzzo: ESJ has been at this a very long time. The man knows exactly how to start a match!
ESJ grabs hold of Lash and backs him against the ropes. He hits Lash with one more chop for good measure…
Crowd: WOOO!
...before shooting him across the ring. ESJ steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Lash and delivers an inverted atomic drop! Lash tries to recover as ESJ bounces off of the ropes. Before he can do anything on the rebound, Lash leaps into the air and delivers a perfect dropkick! ESJ pops back up to his feet as Lash delivers a flurry of strikes that sends ESJ staggering around, finishing it off with a spinning backfist! Before ESJ can recover, Lash steps toward him and drives his knee into ESJ's ribs before hoisting him into the air and delivering a double-arm suplex! Lash smirks and welcomes the mixed response that he's receiving from the fans. Erick St. John drags himself back up to his feet.
Ruby Kirk: Did you see that suplex?!
Marci D'Abruzzo: I won't readily admit this usually, but Lash is impressing me so far.
Erick St. John tries to bring himself back up to his feet, only to have Lash run at him and connect with a knee strike! The impact of the blow sends ESJ staggering. ESJ tries to stagger away from Lash, though Lash grabs hold of him and locks in an inverted half nelson. ESJ tries to fight his way out of the hold, but Lash quickly responds by lifting ESJ into the air and delivering a knee strike to the face! ESJ drops to the mat in pain. Lash bounces off of the ropes and hits ESJ with a running senton! He hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Marci D'Abruzzo: We're beginning to see the full extent of what the MultiUniversal champion brings to the table since he no-sold death at Legendary 13!
Ruby Kirk: It's nice to know my least favorite cousin is with the living still and that he hasn't missed a step!
Lash grabs hold of Erick St. John and tries to drag him back up to his feet. Lash immediately tries to lock ESJ into a cobra clutch. ESJ fights his way out of Lash's grasp with a series of elbow strikes. Lash regains his balance and recovers quickly, charging at ESJ and getting hit with a drop toehold! Lash stumbles back up to his feet. ESJ grabs him from behind and delivers a snap German suplex! ESJ bridges into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...Lash kicks out!
Lash tries to pull himself back up to his feet. ESJ hits him in the mouth with an elbow shot. He follows it up with a second and then tries to put Lash in position for a Russian leg sweep! Lash fights his way out of ESJ's grasp and attempts to send him crashing to the mat with Bury-Go-Round (Berkocet)! ESJ blocks the attempt and tosses Lash to the mat. Before Lash can pull himself back up to his feet, ESJ charges and hits Lash in the back of the head with a clubbing blow! He follows it up with a second and gets Lash into position for Humble Thyself (crucifix driver)! Lash just barely blocks the attempt and lands on the mat behind ESJ.
Ruby Kirk: That could've put the match away!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Yeah, but it didn't, dumbass!
Erick St. John turns around. Lash runs and hits ESJ with a pivoting roundhouse! Erick St. John drops to a knee seemingly having no idea where he's at. Lash bounces off of the ropes attempting Eggs Over Easy (running guillotine leg drop to the head area). ESJ suddenly catches Lash with his My Redemption (sweet chin music superkick)!
Ruby Kirk: MY REDEMPTION!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Out of nowhere! See the kid's head jack back?! Perfect!
ESJ crawls on top of Lash for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Mari Moon: The winner of this match...Erick St. John!!!
The fans are all standing, cheering and applauding what they just witnessed, and the pop is going on deafening as Erick's music hits.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I will hand it to these two. They just put on one of the best catch as catch can bouts that this show has ever seen.
Ruby Kirk: Agreed in full. For the aspiring tech nerds out there? This is a tape you wanna study!
Marci D'Abruzzo: The very first time I've ever been impressed by Erick St. John and Lash Donohue, I tell ya. Sure, live it up, St. J. You earned this.
The fans seem to be getting warmer and warmer to Erick St. John, and he humbly shows his gratitude as he celebrates a hard won match.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Alright, c'mon we can't let this guy hog all our spotlight. We got a segment and a main event to cover! Check it!
We open up in a secluded section of the arena. There, we see Jenn Drew sitting on top of some production crates. She seems to be lost in thought, but not a distracting thought, more a focused and determined thought. She hops down off the crate and just begins to pace a little bit. She stops and turns towards the camera and a sly smile comes across her face.
Jenn Drew: I told you all. We told you all. The Seoul Queens told everyone that we were going to be making our opportunities. Nobody believed us, they all thought we were just blowing smoke out of our asses. Nobody thought Rei and I could walk out of Glory and Legendary respectfully with title opportunities to our names. Guess what though, people, we did it and now, we’re on the verge of doing what we both said we were going to do and that’s become champions.
Jenn laughs as she once again begins to pace around in the hallway, slowly, but very deliberately at the same time.
Jenn Drew: See, tonight is a very special night for the people. They get to see the future Pride of 1WM champion and the future 1WM Champion teaming together to take on the current champions or as I like to put it, the old guard. Sure, they’re great competitors, been great champions even, but their time is over, it’s time for fresh, hotter faces to take up the mantle. It’s time for two Queens to step up and take the thrones and sit at the top of the mountain where we rightfully deserve to be.
Jenn stops, turning and facing the camera now, her hands behind her back as she sways back and forth a little bit.
Jenn Drew: But that brings me to Arley Kirk, the woman who has had a firm grasp on the 1WM Championship for what has felt like ages now. All who have stepped up to her have fallen before her. But what kind of toll does that take on the body? Especially of someone so reckless as Arley is. Don’t think I don’t know about that, Arley. Hell, you and I, when push comes to shove, we’re similar in many ways. We’re both small, both overachievers, and most importantly, we both love gold and being at the very top.
Jenn chuckles as she hops back up on the production crates and swings her legs.
Jenn Drew: But Arley, while we both may be those things, one thing you aren’t though is smart. You’re a daredevil, using your body as a weapon and throwing yourself at people. Eventually, your body can’t take much more of that and you start to break down. Are you feeling that yet, champ? Are you feeling your body beginning to betray you? How you’re starting to slow down just a step? Most normal people may not see it, but I do. Every little thing takes just a little more effort than it did last time. Every dive hurts just a little bit more than the last. Every slam numbs your body just a little bit longer. The signs are there Arley and I see it, even if nobody else can yet.
You see Arley, despite us both being relatively the same size, my body isn’t breaking down and I’m not on the verge of a serious injury. There’s a reason for that. Some people call it cowardice, but I call it smarts. I know how to take advantage of the situation I’m thrown into. I don’t need to throw my body around and hope that it’s enough to keep a person down. I use my brain and I use my instincts to find my way on the winning end of things. Some may say I’m a cheater at times, but I say I’m just smarter than all of you. Arley, your time is almost up, love and like it or not, I’m the one person you can’t beat with your reckless nature. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to meet up with Rei and talk a little strategy.
Jenn hops off the crates and blows a kiss to the camera before she just skips down the hall and out of sight as the camera fades out.
Ruby Kirk: SEOUL QUEENS, STRIKER, KIRK! IT'S COMING UP NOW!
Main Event: The Seoul Queens (Jenni Drew & Rei Park) vs. Arley Kirk & Jacob Striker
Ruby Kirk: The champions really can't afford to go down hard in this match. There's a hell of a lot riding on it!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Yeah, but look at Seoul Queens! You know they're gonna! Just POW!
Glory 9's highly anticipated main event kicks off with Jenni Drew squaring off with Jacob Striker. A verbal sparring match ensues as they circle, and it's not pretty when they finally lock up. Both Striker and Drew jostle for position before Jenni Drew pulls a fast one on Striker with an eye rake and tries to rip Striker overhead with a headlock takedown, yet the ever resourceful Striker is able to convert, twist Drew back around and reel her into a tight looking cravate. Jenni pushes Jacob off her and sends him for an irish whip.
Ruby Kirk: Striker on the rebound, woah! Looking for that Ruffian Kick early and Drew rolls out of the way! Jenni Drew on the rebound! She springboards!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Nice flying cross body block! Striker is down!
Jenni drops the leg on Striker and proceeds to pummel him with elbow strikes on the mat before hauling him back up to his feet. Drew doubles Striker over with a kick to the gut and goes to whip him into Seoul Queens corner, yet Striker grounds himself and reverses!
Ruby Kirk: Arley seems to always be ready and waiting in that corner to connect with the rope swing wheel kick, and Jenni Drew eats all of it! Tag to Arley! AK leaping to the top!
The fan volume flips into overdrive as Kirk catches Drew with a diving hurricanrana, reeling her into a package pin!
ONE
TWO
Drew breaks free right on two, and Arley isn't giving her the opportunity to catch her breath as she hauls Drew up to her feet.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Fancy, fancy. Didn't get ya the dubya, though. Bitch.
Ruby Kirk: My my, someone is biased tonight.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Nah, not really. I just freakin' hate her, ya know?
AK nearly knocks Drew back down again with a nasty European uppercut, and Jenni angrily responds in kind with two in a row, sending Arley reeling backwards. Irish whip into the SQ corner and Arley's face collides with Rei Park's waiting boot before Jenni gets the tag to Rei.
Marci D'Abruzzo: It's ON now! Yeah, c'mon Rei! Hit her harder! Look at this onslaught of forearms and kicks she's obliterating your stupid cousin with, RK!
Ruby Kirk: I wouldn't count Arley out just yet..
Right as Ruby says that, Arley is able to catch a kick to the midsection and Rei fortunately ducks as AK feint sweeps and spins around then goes to light her up with a jumping roundhouse.
Marci D'Abruzzo: POISON APP~
The fan volume picks up again as Arley matrix dives to avoid the poison apple, kips back up to her feet and Rei's eyes bug as AK leaps up and connects with her viper backbreaker, Rei crumpling like an accordion. Quick tag to Striker! Jenni scowls and angrily climbs between the ropes, making a beeline for Arley and Jake who is still on the outer.
Ruby Kirk: Wait a second! Buckshot lariat from Striker to the running Jenni Drew just about takes her head off!! OH!! Buckshot sunset flip powerbomb from Arley on Park!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!
This chant goes on for quite a while as AK and Jenni roll out of the ring and get to their corners. Meanwhile, Striker has the extremely shaky Rei Park up to her feet. Jacob looks around, holding a finger up to his mouth.
Jacob Striker: SHHHHH!
*SMACK!!!*
Rei's eyes nearly bug out of her head once more with the devastating WALTER chop Jake just delivered.
Crowd: WOOOOOOO!
Rei drops to a knee clutching her chest, just in time for Striker to nail her in the forehead with a shoot kick and a short running knee, sending Rei sprawling.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Cover by Striker!
ONE
TWO
T..
Ruby Kirk: And Jenni Drew breaks it up just in time!
Striker is furious and turns his attention to Drew. He scowls as he lunges with a running clothesline to knock her back over the top rope, yet Jenni mischievously rolls out of the way, leaving Striker hung up over the ropes..
Ruby Kirk: Inverted cannonball to Striker on the ropes!
Jacob springs back and falls to the mat. Rei immediately nukes him with her standing moonsault for a cover.
ONE
TWO...
Ruby Kirk: And Striker gets the shoulder up!
Rei doesn't rest on her laurels, taking an arm and dragging Jacob to his unsteady feet. Rei catches him with a wrist lock and reels him in, yet Jacob telegraphs the high knee, throwing Rei up and drilling her with an impromptu pop up powerbomb!
ONE
TWO
TH..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Gotta give it to SQ. Drew is always right there to make the save!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO
Marci D'Abruzzo: SHUT UP, MARKS.
Ruby Kirk: They can't possibly all be named Mark!
Marci D'Abruzzo: You can't possibly be this stupid. Anyhow! Haha. Look. I love this.
The crowd displeasure is at a peak as Rei and Jenni quickly lay into Striker with double team stomps before the ref is able to break it up and get Jenn back to her corner.
Ruby Kirk: Striker looking the worse for wear. Park drags him to his feet..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Except she doesn't!
Striker gets the crowd back on his side as he suddenly unleashes with an array of forearms to the head and midsection, stunning Rei.
Ruby Kirk: Uh oh! This ain't good..
The fans are roaring as Jake has Rei up on his shoulders lined up for his fearsome Apocalypse (Emerald flowsion)..
Marci D'Abruzzo: He's going for it! Wait! What's this IDIOT think she's DOING?
Arley leaps to the top rope in one bound as Jake looks directly at her and nods.
Ruby Kirk: WAIT. ARLEY'S WALKING THE ROPES!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Jenni Drew is back in to have something to say about that!
The fans are near beside themselves as Arley nimbly runs across the top rope and leaps off to launch Rei for a rana off Jacob's shoulders, yet Rei breaks free and lands on her feet behind him!
Marci D'Abruzzo: COLLISION AHOY!
It looks as though AK is going to clash with her own partner, yet she simply springs off his shoulders, clean over Rei and straight onto Drew..
Marci D'Abruzzo: MADWOMAN!!!
Ruby Kirk: OH MY GOD!! SICKFLIP PILEDRIVER OFF STRIKER'S SHOULDERS TO DREW!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!
Jenni spikes into the mat and seems to be limp as she rolls to the outside unconscious, and Arley crashes into a corner then rolls out to ringside herself. Meanwhile, with Rei having evaded the Apocalypse and landed on her feet behind Striker, he was wide open to Snake Eyes (kaio kick) as soon as he spun back around.
Ruby Kirk: OH! Good night!!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Wait a minute, Rei ain't done yet!
The fans don't seem to know what to think as they see Rei haul Jacob up..
Ruby Kirk: She can't hit that damn Burning Mandala on Striker!
Ruby proves right as Jacob breaks free and lands on his feet, taking Rei down with a swift neckbreaker before crawling over and getting the tag to Arley who is only too eager to springboard into action..
Marci D'Abruzzo: SOMEONE get our world champion a straight jacket!
The fans are once again on their feet as Rei narrowly avoids the springboard mushroom stomp and catches Arley with a kick to the gut as AK lands awkwardly. The fans BOOO Jenni once more as she finds her bearings, rushes over and drags Jacob's feet off the apron, forcing his jaw to clash with it and Jacob to land on the outside. Knee to the gut by Rei!
Marci D'Abruzzo: PARK HAS GOT IT NOW! Kirk is caught helpless! BURNING MANDALA!!
Arley crashes to the mat and Rei tightly hooks the leg!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: Here are your winners - REI PARK, JENNI DREW. They are the SEEEEOOOOOUUUL QUUUEEEEENNNS!!
Ruby Kirk; What a surprise of a result this one turned out to be, D'Abruzzo!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Hardly a surprise. I told ya all along. Seoul Queens are a finely oiled unit and our champions are batshit mad! It was inevitable!
Ruby Kirk: I don't necessarily know if I agree with Marci over here, but WHAT A SHOW. Look, that's all we got time for tonight here in Wisconsin. To all of our One Dub viewers across the world, we're gonna have to issue a sayonara. Thanks for h..
Marci D'Abruzzo: C'MON, Kirk! I wanna go home already!
Ruby Kirk: Don't forget to join us in Paris on the thirty first for Legendary 14, you guys! One Dub out!
Jacob and Arley look to be licking their wounds already as they limp back up the ramp, allowing Seoul Queens to celebrate in the ring as we close out the broadcast.