Post by Legal Department on Aug 2, 2021 16:33:28 GMT -8
Legendary Nineteen opens to the back where Vance Isaac Parker is outside Griffin Hawkins' locker room door. He softly knocks on the door..we can hear Griffin on the other side.
Griffin Hawkins: Who is it?!
Vance Isaac Parker: Griffin, this is it. Come on out...
He opens the door and steps outside the locker room.
Vance Isaac Parker: Earlier in the week we spoke of what will be called "The Griffin Incident". You know why I'm here. Now..are you ready to apologize to the intern that you brutally assaulted?
Griffin Hawkins: Dude..I've already apologized...
Vance Isaac Parker: Yes you did..but not to his face. And certainly not on camera.
Griffin Hawkins: Do I really have to do this? This is gonna be so awkward. If somebody threw me through a table I wouldn't want to see them either..
Vance Isaac Parker: Griffin..you're one of the most popular athletes on the roster. You're a seasoned veteran, a lot of the young talent on our roster look up to you. You need to do right by them by apologizing to this young man face to face. It's the right thing to do to someone you powerbombed over chicken.
He sighs, knowing there is no way out of this.
Griffin Hawkins: So after I apologize to him, that'll be the end of this?
Vance Isaac Parker: Yes, as long as you are sincere with your words. And you don't do this again. He's right down the hallway at the refreshment table...
He takes a deep breath and walks down to the table where the young intern dressed in a white shirt, blue jeans and glasses is present.
Griffin Hawkins: Uh..excuse me..
He looks at Griffin and takes a step back.
Cecil The Intern: Whoa!..easy..I don't want any trouble!
Griffin Hawkins: Relax man..relax. I'm not here to hurt you..I'm here to apologize.
Cecil The Intern: Apologize?...
Griffin Hawkins: Look..what happened to you, shouldn't have happened. I had a really bad day and I took it out on the first person I saw..which was you. There was no excuse for me driving you through a table..so I just wanted to say, I'm sorry...and it will never happen again.
Cecil The Intern: Well..if you really mean it, then I accept your apology Mr.Hawkins, thank you.
He nods and turns around to get his food. Griffin smiles.
Griffin Hawkins: You're a good kid Cecil.
He pats him on the back...but it turns out to be a little too hard as he knocks Cecil forward as he falls through the table, knocking him out. Griffin looks shocked, realizing what he just done.
Griffin Hawkins: ....oh find me in the Alps...
He turns around and sees VIP with his arms crossed, not looking pleased. Griffin awkwardly looks at Cecil, and then him.
Griffin Hawkins: Uhh....good luck tonight dude!
He quickly..yet awkwardly rushes off. Vance looks down at a fallen Cecil and groans annoyingly.
Vance Isaac Parker: Thousands of comics out of work, and I get stuck with this clown...
He and a few of the backstage crew check on him as we head back to ringside.
Taj: Something tells me Griffin isn't going to get a Christmas bonus..
America: You think?! That clumsy idiot will be lucky if that intern doesn't decide to sue him..or even the company for it being an unsafe working environment!
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY NINETEEN “STOCKHOLM SYNDROME”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: Less talk, more Legendary, Taj.
Taj: Well I suppose you’re right for once, America. Let’s get on with the show.
Backstage we see Greta Nyx, returning after a short injury, standing in front of a mirror and putting her hair up to get ready for the match. She already has on her purple ring gear and her jacket as she tightens the bow in her hair and stares at her own reflection for a second, not even realizing the camera has come in behind her.
Greta Nyx: You can do this...
Greta looks over in the mirror and sees the camera, the worried look on her face instantly becoming a huge smile as she sees it.
Greta Nyx: You snuck up on me there!
Brad the Camera Guy: Sorry about that.
Greta Nyx: No worries! You are probably wondering about this match coming up, right? Or if I am back to 100% since I was last seen here or something? Either way I am totally ready and I'm feeling better than ever. I've been training hard for this day and I plan on showing everyone here in amazing Sweden as well as everyone in our fantastic locker room what I'm capable of doing.
Greta leans up against the desk, looking off for a second and thinking about what to say for a brief second. Her stomach was full of butterflies but she didn't want to tell the world how nervous she really was.
Greta Nyx: Olivia Blue seems like a great opponent too. She is spunky and talented. In fact she is a lot like me so I think we can really do something special out there. She has been really quiet going into this match so I don't know what her thoughts on it are but I imagine she wants to win it just as bad as I do. I have to keep on her, focus and do everything to win. One mistake and I could blow this comeback right away. So far in my 1MW career I am one and one so I need to get things back on the winning side of things. This is a big big match for me and I'm ready to prove that I can be a big name in 1WM and that I'm more than just another second generation star trying to make a name off their parent. Olivia, if you are watching, good luck out there tonight and let's have a killer match!
Greta smiles, flashing a peace sign at the camera, before she stands up straight. She looks back in the mirror to fix her jacket before heading off towards the exit of her locker room and towards the ring. She was opening the show and she did not want to be late.
The bell sounds and Olivia moves in to lock-up only for Greta to duck under and run to the ropes. She jumps up into a springboard moonsault that lands perfectly, taking Olivia down to the mat flat on her back. Greta hooks the leg and holds for the lateral press.
One...
Two...kick out.
Both competitors get to their feet and Greta kicks Olivia dead in the face. Olivia falls back into the ropes. Greta sends her over the top to the floor with a big running clothesline. With Olivia on the floor, Greta runs across the ring, rebounds off the far ropes, and comes roaring back across the ring for a baseball slide that sends Olivia hard into the guardrail! Olivia hits the steel and bounces back a couple of steps before Greta sopringabords over the top rope into a crossbody that takes both of them to the floor!
Taj: Greta just seems to be on a mission tonight!
America: When is she not?
Taj: We haven’t seen her in a while!
America: And her return is no different than she was before!
Greta drags Olivia up and rolls her into the ring. She slides in and covers, hooking the leg for the lateral press.
One...
Two...
T...OLIVIA GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Greta gets to her feet and starts stomping angrily away on Olivia almost as if she is personally insulted that she hasn’t folded yet. Greta steps away, shakes her head, and then motions at Olivia to stand up. Olivia does so and Greta moves in. Olivia sees her coming and throws a clothesline. Greta ducks under and jumps into a rolling cradle.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
Greta hooks her for another cradle.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
As they go to stand up, Olivia hooks her for a backslide. Greta rolls through, flipping over for a snap DDT. As they land, Greta rolls Olivia over into an inside cradle.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
They slowly stagger up and Greta runs forward to connect with her Blood Moon (running single leg high knee)! Greta drops and covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Taj: Greta got her!
America: Was there ever any doubt, Taj?
Taj: Olivia was very game though, America!
America: Not game enough!
Torres: The winner of this match….Greta Nyx!!!
Taj: A triumphant return by the niece of Solomon Monster.
America: Uncle Sol truly has to be proud.
Suddenly a low rumbling “BOOO” snakes through the arena as 1WM's less scrupulous correspondent, Mickey “Mouse” Greer, pops up on the big screen making his way through the arena hallways.
Taj: Here we go..
As always, Greer is 'on the hunt' and is armed with his trusty microphone.
America: Here WHAT goes, Taj? The man is just doing his job.
Before Taj can respond, the Stockholm crowd spots Lash Donohue suited up for the main event, turning the corner. As Lash tries to sneak by Greer, Stockholm goes CRAZY for him and blows his cover..
America: You ain't getting out of it that easy, Lash!
Lash silently cusses the fans as Mickey hears the commotion and turns around. A sneer forms on the face of Mouse as he flips the switch on that mic.
Mickey Greer: Well, look what the ca..
The crowd gasps as Lash cuts him off at the pass by simply closing his eyes and cupping a hand over the end of Mickey's microphone.
*BIFF!*
The fans break into laughter with the sound that the microphone makes as Lash shoves Mickey's own arm up into his own jaw, forcing him to uppercut himself.
Mickey Greer: You son of a b..
*BIFF!*
America: The blatant disrespect of this little punk! Smack this kid, Mouse! Don't take that!
Lash makes him do it again, eliciting another laugh from the fans.
Lash Donohue: Aight, Greer. Once more. From the top.
Mickey straightens up his posture and his tie, trying to regain some of the 'ground' Lash has robbed him of.
Mickey Greer: Lash Donohue. Here you are as one half of a team set to take on the two men who turned their backs on you at Le..
There's a squeak from the P.A as Lash shakes his head and merely snatches the mic out of Mickey's hand, and there's another *BIFF!* and chuckle from the Stockholm crowd as Lash bops Greer on the head for good measure.
Lash Donohue: Yo I'ma smash down the fourth wall for just a second. I'm taking a bath on this doofus, Cedric. I'ma conduct my own interview. Get outta here, you..
Mickey Greer: But Lash! That's my mi..
Lash growls as he pie faces Mouse so hard that he disappears off screen, followed by a clattering sound as Mickey apparently knocks over a display as he falls against the wall.
Lash Donohue: Correction. It's MY mic!
Lash grins with a bit of triumph, nodding purposefully as Stockholm supports his choice to boot Greer out of the literal picture. Lash paces for a second, clearing his throat before looking back up to face the lens.
Lash Donohue: Yo, Stockholm. You wanna see Striker and Dominguez get their freakin' heads stapled together TONIGHT??
Lash beams as once again, Sweden sounds off with their support.
Lash Donohue: Okay, for real though. As much as Dominguez and Striker are deserving of what's about to fall on their damn heads, let's get this one little thing straight right off the bat. I am under absolutely no illusions regarding our World champion, Jenni Drew. I know what she's capable of doing..
Lash gives the camera something of a bitter smirk.
Lash Donohue: I also am well versed in what she's capable of not doing.
A low BOOO rumbles through the Dome as Lash recounts the various discrepancies in his head, and Stockholm seems to do the same. Lash waves off the BOO, however.
Lash Donohue: Hold ya horses, Stockholm. Whether Drew is truly in this or whether she's just gonna stand there writing in her stupid book or not is of no consequence! Listen to me..
The crowd hushes down a bit to hear Donohue out.
Lash Donohue: I say that, because I have one hundred percent allowed for such an occurrence. I expect it. It's a Drew thang. If she lifts a finger, it will be a pleasant surprise..
Lash chuckles to himself, in his own head feeling like it's a foregone conclusion he will be doing the hard work.
Lash Donohue: But even more importantly? Jacob Striker and Cain Dominguez? Well ain't yall shit outta luck. You guys went ahead and pissed Lash freakin' Donohue off so much that it truly doesn't matter if Drew wants to play ball or not! I'ma take you down. I'ma teach you how not to do business in this goddamn circus of a career we all chose! I'ma do it for everyone on the roster who are taking so much heat from every direction that they ain't got a clue who to turn to or what's happening next! This one's on me, and it's on JD if she so chooses. But hell, I'ma take it to you BOTH if I absolutely have to. And I won't look back twice. Oh no..
Lash scowls as a groan from Greer cuts him off in the middle of a sentence.
Lash Donohue: FINE!
Lash growls out his last sentence.
Lash Donohue: Dominguez. Striker. I'ma choke you guys out with my fn dreadlocks. I'll see ya out there!
With a growl, the camera follows as Lash heaves the microphone as hard as he can at Greer. A loud BANG emanates as it hits the wall right next to his head, and the sound tech quickly cuts off the channel before it can feedback. With this, the camera swings back to the commentary desk.
America: Oh I sure do hope that Jacob and Cain take it to him with extreme prejudice tonight!
Taj: Nope! I like Lash's narrative where he's taking down his former friends whether they like it or not a lot better!
America: Of course you do. We're gonna be back, folks. We need a commercial yesterday..
The crowd in Sweden is still buzzing after that fire opener, the Ericsson Globe is eager for the next match to get underway. However veternan interview, Butterscotch Monroe is eager to get a few words from one of the competitors beforehand. Prepping for his debut, Donnie Prower was pacing backstage with large yellow headphones on, he was vibing to the music & putting himself in the zone. There was a lot of tension going into this contest against Vance Isaac Parker. Monroe got his attention with a quick wave and Prower was more than happy to oblige her with a few words. He removed his headphones and approached, still bouncing on the balls of feet, Donnie was keeping the energy going.
Butterscotch Monroe: Donnie, I know you are mere moments from your One Wrestle Movement but you have generated a buzz going into this match against VIP, some would argue that buzz being more negative than positive.
Donnie Prower: Let me put this out there for ya, there wasn't no buzz until I spoke it into existence. There was another company man just cruising like he always do so I had to put him on blast, this is a new wave. Call it negative or maybe it was necessary? Makes you think doesn't it?
Prower smirks as Butterscotch gives herself a moment to think on it.
Butterscotch Monroe: Putting on blast seems to have been your thing lately, numerous individuals in the locker room have taken to speaking out against your remarks.
Donnie Prower: They just don't wanna have to hear the truth, that's it. We trying to evolve or nah? These locker room leaders are just crafting an environment for themselves. They pucker their lips, kiss ass, & get away with the bare minimum with no consequences for it. What we got for it? I gotta watch Dom Tirri promote physical abuse on people just trying to live, Griffin Hawkins getting to slide with racial insensitivity, or Ursula calling on hazing anyone who speaks out. This what we want this place to be?
Monroe hangs her head & lowers the microphone.
Donnie Prower: Naaaah we ain't stopping here. Since day one I got told where my place belongs in this locker room by all of them, these faces ain't nothing but two faced. Nobody gets to tell me my place, I don't give a damn what they’ve done or who they are. That mindset? I'm ending it. I'm calling a spade a spade, that's it, so how let's call out Vance for the spade he's been. That cool with you?
She steadies herself as Donnie looks into the camera.
Donnie Prower: They gave you a seat at commentary, they gave you a weekly segment, hell they even let you wrestle. You still ain't over, you just burning a whole in the pocket of One Wrestle Movement. That money belongs to the real workers, the actual grinders, legit wrestlers who live for this. How about we pay the people who gotta set up that talk show that people turn off regularly, how about that?
You can hear some applause from a few stage hands overhearing Prower going off.
Donnie Prower: I've been committed to this since I hit the mat ten years ago meanwhile Vance; yeah let's just call him Vance cause he ain't even been a damn VIP anywhere, Vance was failing to even break it in daytime television. You tried talking down to me? Like you got any authority in this wrestling game as a rejected actor, who's man is this? The only thing I think he actually mastered was deflection and deceit, you ain't done half the things you claim. It's the twenty-first century partner, internet exist. You're main man padlocked up after he couldn't hang; you won't even speak my name Vance. You ain't shit; you never will be shit, that's the truth.
Donnie digs into the shirt he was wearing, pulling out a yellow and white tiger stylized mask.
Donnie Prower: Now let me do something Vance ain't done in his life, go to work; make this money.
He puts the mask over his head and puts his headphones back on. Prower again goes back into the groove, bobbing back and forth to the music. Donnie walks away from Butterscotch still keeping that same energy. He shows respect to the few workers with fist bumps and words of encouragement, Donnie Prower fades into the background approaching the entrance tunnel. Monroe gives a few words to the camera hyping up the match we're about to see before the scene comes to a close.
As the two circle the ring, Victoria just seems to be searching for an opening, while Solomon's circling has a decidedly more predatory feel. They lock up, and Solomon's strength advantage comes into play immediately as he reels Victoria in and lands a heavy-looking powerslam. Solomon gets down on one knee and clinches Victoria's midsection.
America: My boy Solomon looking to ragdoll Victoria with a deadlift gutwrench powerbomb!
Victoria gets a POP as she manages to free herself and land in the perfect position to dump Solomon with a high angle neckbreaker!
Taj: Victoria looking for the early cover!
One…
Two...kick out!
America: Of course she didn't get it! Is she stupid?
Undeterred, Victoria hooks up the arms and tries to roll Solomon into a crucifix armbar, yet Solomon uses his brute strength to break free, and immediately decking Victoria with a harsh open palm strike as soon as he has a free arm!
Taj: Oof..
While the Stockholm crowd doesn't exactly love Solomon, they make a lot of noise as palm strike after palm strike connects on Victoria, finally resulting in Victoria slumping in a corner. Solomon bounces Victoria's head off the top turnbuckle pad which sends her staggering for a few moments. Solomon rushes forward and Victoria catches him with a big belly-to-belly suplex! The fans light up as Victoria straddles Solomon and commences to ground and pound.
Taj: Victoria stated this was going to be a hoss fight. She is staying true to her words.
America: I don’t think she wants a ground game with Solomon. I mean, he is a part time mixed martial artist.
Solomon, a trained MMA fighter, is able to cover up from most of the blows raining down upon him. He manages to connect with a throat punch that sends Victoria clutching her throat and gasping for breath. Getting back to his feet, Solomon grins evilly as he looks down at Victoria. He shakes his head dismissively as he marches over to the corner and rips the turnbuckle pad clean off, hurling it out to ringside.
Taj: I really don't know what Solomon is thinking here?
Solomon drags Victoria to her feet and doubles her over with a kick to the gut.
America: I think he's about to break her damn spine with a bare buckle bomb!
Taj: Thi is gone on too far! Somebody has to do something!
As if on cue, the newly signed Harmony Sparkle leaps the barricade and slides into the ring.
America: Who the hell?!
Taj: That is Harmony Sparkle, Victoria’s Totally Extra tag team partner! She’s just recently inked a contract with the company.
The referee immediately calls for the bell as Harmony drags Victoria down out of the buckle bomb position and then starts laying the boots in on Solomon!
Torres: The winner of this match….as result of a disqualification…….Solomon Monster!
The fans get even louder as a furious looking Greta Nyx comes running down the ramp as fast as she can, rolls into the ring, and starts cleaning house!
Taj: It's Greta! Greta Nyx is here to even the score!
America: Leaping forearm! McKenzie is down! BOOM! Superkick right to the moosh of Harmony!
The fans are super loud as Victoria gets back up, snarls and lunges at Greta but she just ends up eating a spinning backfist!
Taj: Greta is on fire!
America: You GO, Greta!
Greta quickly rallies Solomon and gets him to his feet just as Totally Extra look to be making a sneak attack, but seeing Greta and Solomon ready to go has made them think better of it, tuck tail, and scoot back up the ramp, making threats from afar. Kartel music hits the system as Greta checks on Solomon one more time, yet he definitely seems more angry than hurt.
Taj: I don’t think Totally Extra realize what they have started doing this to Solomon?
America: They’re good as dead. But right now, there are bigger fish to fry. And much like your pedantic whining, Taj? This broadcast has bigger fish to fry! Let's go backstage already!
There was little to no fanfare this evening. Just a black steel folding chair in the center of a plain room, a company banner hung on the back wall, “#JoinTheMovement”, it said. It wasn’t a dressing room, no lockers were visible. Sometimes a room and a chair is all that was needed to get the message across. Vance Isaac Parker walked in, he was dressed in his usual green double pinstripe track pants, his signature shirt (as seen here:
Vance Isaac Parker: It was four months ago I first came to this company. I remember what it felt like being in a new place, where nobody knows you, and nobody cares if you succeed or fail. I remember my first professional match in front of a camera, against another who was debuting for this company. We could have been dead on arrival, but through our own perseverance and willpower, we turned our nothing into something, and, I’d like to say we succeeded. After all, look where we’re at. I’ve become someone who is seemingly well-liked in the locker room, has been given opportunities to host a live microphone segment, and even become one of the leading voices of our network show, EPIC. It hardly seems like it’s been just four months, but nevertheless, here we are. I wear a lot of hats for this company, because this company trusts that I can get things done. I’m proud of earning that trust with the company through my work ethic.
Vance shrugs his shoulders back.
Vance Isaac Parker: Now we come full circle, with another brand new debuting individual. Again, this match involves myself, but I’m on the other side of the match. I understand how scared you are, D.P. you only get one first impression. You’re lucky you get to start with myself, because anyone else wouldn’t...well, let’s just get blunt, anyone else on this roster wouldn’t put up with your bullcrap, especially not as long as I have. But I’m a professional, and if the company deems this is the best for both parties, then that’s what I’m going to do. You’ve sat back and disparaged every single thing I’ve done, every single thing I’ve said, and for what? Where has that gotten you? Because if I’m truly ‘nothing’ as you’ve said, what does that say about how the company perceives you, such that I’m the only one the company deemed to put you with? Worse still, what happens if I beat you, after you called me ‘nothing’? What’s that make you? Who outside of your twitter kliq that isn’t even employed here, believes a word you’ve had to say? Let’s get something straight; they don’t work here, and they don’t matter. You need to worry about impressing us on this roster, and making us believe in you. But you haven’t done that. You’ve made enemies of everyone, you’ve been kicked out of the locker room, and you’re on your last legs with me. You know what they say about me? It’s said that I can have a match with anyone...and if you can’t work with Vance, then you’re a lost cause to this company. Check yourself, and turn it around, before you find yourself in the unemployment office.
Vance stands up, turns his hat back around, and heads for the door. Once he turns the knob and pulls it open, he stops, looking back once more.
Vance Isaac Parker: We’re going to have this match, because that’s what professionals do. After that I’m done. There will be no more speaking to you. No more fighting. There won’t be another match. This right here, is me half turning my back on you, and once I walk through this door...the rest is on yourself to stay down this path, or get your act together and contribute like the family One Dub is, not the dysfunctional quintessential television family you erroneously believe this is. We’re all here because we chose to be here, and if you’re just here for a payday, then we don’t need you here. We don’t want you here. You’re not welcome. So drop the attitude, before the company drops you.
Vance walks the rest of the way through the doorway, slamming it behind him, and leaving the solemn set to draw to a slow fade.
The referee looks at both men to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
VIP takes a moment to get the fans riled up from his corner. He then turns to smirk at Donnie, who looks moderately disgusted by his opponent's lack of focus.
Taj: This two men have quickly become rivals with opposing views about this business.
America: Well it’s not Donnie’s fault he’s been pointing out the obvious about the Very Important Puppet. Everyone sees it but have been afraid to point it out.
The two newly minted rivals approach each other near the center of the ring. VIP hits Donnie with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third. The fans begin to show their support for VIP as he appears as though he's taking control of the match. Unfortunately for him, Donnie begins to fight back with a few hard chops of his own.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO! WOOO!
Donnie grabs hold of VIP and shoots him across the ring. When VIP returns on the rebound, Donnie sends him to the mat with a crisp armdrag! Donnie immediately locks in a hammerlock to further apply pressure to VIP's arm while bringing him back up to his feet. VIP desperately tries to fight for position, but Donnie responds by running VIP into the turnbuckle. He backs VIP toward the middle of the ring and lifts him into the air, slamming him to the mat with a German suplex! He bridges it into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...VIP kicks out!
Taj: I’m a firm believer that anything can happen on any given night, but on paper Vance, the rookie wrestler, really has no chance against Donnie, the experienced wrestler.
America: On paper or in the ring. Donnie is putting Vance through the paces and I’m loving it!
Once again, Donnie gets VIP into position for a hammerlock and begins to apply pressure. This time, he manages to keep VIP grounded on the mat. VIP tries to make it up to his feet, but Donnie transitions to a front facelock and delivers a few knee strikes to wear VIP down. Donnie tries to spin VIP into a neckbreaker, but VIP blocks the attempt! VIP shoves Donnie away. Donnie stumbles a few steps and regains his balance---only to have VIP run at him and send him crashing to the mat with a clothesline! VIP charges at Donnie and hits him with a second, before hoisting him into the air for a big vertical suplex! The fans once again begin to rally around VIP, who calls for the fans to get louder.
America: He’s such a shill!
Donnie pulls himself back up to his feet and VIP charges at him. VIP leaps into the air and tries to set him up for an enziguri. Donnie ducks underneath the attempt! VIP crashes hard to the mat and Donnie immediately grabs hold of his right leg, setting him up for a single leg Boston crab!
Taj: Donnie is an impressive technical wrestler and he's putting that on display right now!
VIP's eyes go wide in pain as he tries to crawl toward the ropes. Donnie continues to keep the hold applied as VIP just barely gets his fingers on the ropes. Donnie doesn't break the hold, the referee coming over and counting.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
FI...Donnie releases the hold.
VIP grabs hold of the ropes and tries to pull himself back up to his feet---only to have Donnie run over and slam VIP's knee into the mat! The referee immediately forces Donnie to back away from VIP. Donnie grins despite the crowd's negative response. Once VIP is finally back on his feet, Donnie charges. VIP is ready for it as he lifts Donnie into the air and drops him onto the ropes! Donnie pulls himself up to his feet as VIP charges. Donnie uses VIP's momentum against him and tosses him over the top rope and out onto the floor!
Taj: Every time it looks like VIP's going to gain control of this match...
America: Donnie is ready for it! And that, my dear Taj, is what separates an actor playing at being a wrestler versus a wrestler being a wrestler.
Donnie follows VIP out to the floor. VIP pulls himself back up to his feet as Donnie hits him with a hard chop to the chest!
Crowd: WOOO!
Donnie follows it up with a second.
Crowd: WOOO!
Donnie then grabs hold of VIP, lifts him into the air, and drops VIP onto his knee for a kneebreaker! VIP stumbles around in pain before Donnie throws him hard into the steel steps! VIP's knee bounces off of it as he tries to keep himself upright. The referee continues to count both wrestlers out in the ring.
Three…
Four...
Donnie notices and turns around, trying to get back into the ring. Before he can, VIP staggers over toward Donnie and pulls him out to the floor. Donnie tries to shove VIP away from him, but VIP responds by hitting Donnie with a devastating elbow smash!
Seven…
Eight...
Donnie takes a moment to recover but VIP hits him with a diving clothesline that sends both wrestlers crashing to the floor!
Nine...
VIP grabs hold of the apron and pulls himself back up to his feet, but before he can roll back into the ring, the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially a double countout!
Torres: This match has officially been ruled a draw as a result of a double countout!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Taj: At this point it seems that neither Vance or Donnie have a care in the world about a double countout. They are looking to really hurt each other!
The two men continue to throw heavy, stiff punches brawling their way up the rampway toward the backstage area.
Both Jane and Sadie were down after the interference in their tag title match at Legendary 18, as the two of them discuss what happened on the way to the saloon.
Sadie Cassidy: We had those idiots beat at every corner. Can't believe those meatheads aligned with them.
Jane Adler: Yeah... we should have had that match. I'm really down about it.
She said, as the two were in the dumps a bit from their fight. Just as they began to round the corner towards their saloon, there, leaning against the wall was Jenn Drew once again. She had her One Wrestle Championship around her waist as she looked up, seeing them beginning to approach her.
Jenn Drew: Lesson number one, always expect the unexpected. If I were you two, I wouldn't be down, I'd be pissed off.
Jenn brings herself up from the wall and begins to walk right towards them.
Sadie Cassidy: I mean, of course we're angry. Bastard cuffed me to the railing.
She said, though disappointed she was helpless to protect Jane.
Jane Adler: I just can't understand why anyone would lower themselves to work with such vile lowlifes like the Headhunters.
Jenn Drew: You play their game. Cheat them before they can cheat you.
Jenn replied to them as she walked closer to the two women and standing in between them.
Jenn Drew: Being honorable and fighting the "right" way gets you nowhere as you clearly saw tonight.
Jane Adler: No, that's not true... we won the belts before...
She said, but Sadie would interrupt her.
Sadie Cassidy: But what has that gotten us now? We hadn't even been a thought in their heads until lately. Maybe Jenn's right...
Jenn Drew: You both know I'm right. Stand by my side and I promise you two will make it to the top once again.
Jenn grins as she puts an arm around each of the two women and looked at both of them. They both look at her, and give her a bit of a hug, hoping to reclaim their former glory as they embrace her.
Sadie Cassidy: Thank you, Jenn... no one believed in us anymore.
She said, as Jane chimed in.
Jane Adler: We promise that we're going to make things right, and beat down those no good bastards.
Jenn Drew: I'll teach you both how to be real winners in no time at all.
Jenn grins, bringing them in tight to her as she looks both of them over.
Jenn Drew: Winners win at all costs.
Jane Adler: Right. And next time we're going to win!
She said with a bit more eager of a tone, as Sadie would smile a bit.
Sadie Cassidy: Let's get the champ a drink and we'll talk business.
Jenn Drew: Lead the way, ladies.
They each lock an arm with Jenn, as they escort her to their saloon, going through the doors as we fade to black.
The scene cuts backstage to Victoria Salinas who is in a bright mood, as she should be considering all the momentum that she’s been able to build up since coming to 1WM. Still, she knows that she can’t take anything for granted and she’s back to focusing on the business at hand as she begins to express her thoughts.
Victoria Salinas: Katrina Culpepper had a chance to get back at me for the way I interrupted her fun a few weeks back. But in the end? She wasn’t able to pull through. I managed to stand up to her again and I managed to beat her in the ring when it counts. I continue to show why I deserve to be on this roster. I know that on my first night here, there were some shenanigans involving the two matches that I wrestled and everything, but ever since then, I’ve proven that I am a force to be reckoned with. Don Tirri? Took care of him. Bianca Davis and Tiffany Page? Took care of them. Katrina Culpepper? Took care of her. And now, I’m going to be facing someone that got EXTREMELY OFFENDED by the fact that I referred to him as ‘some new guy’ he had to quote tweet me on Twitter and be a complete sarcastic dick about it. I can’t necessarily say sorry to that Leroy, because the fact of the matter is, you’ve only had one match here. I’m not even going to harp on the fact that you lost the match, but there is one question I am going to ask you.
What are you all about? Are you someone that is ultimately going to stick around here and actually make a real impact? Are you someone that is actually going to stand out from the pack? Or are you going to be one of those guys that arrives, wrestles, leaves and doesn’t do anything else to promote themselves or to promote what they’re all about and what they are capable of?
Because one look on your social media page and what do I see? I don’t see a damn thing. I’m not talking about your wrestling ability. I’m talking about the fact that there’s really nothing to see there. You couldn’t even have the respect to acknowledge your opponent by name after you lost in your debut match but you want to make even the smallest deal out of the fact that I referred to you as ‘some new guy’? I’m going to let you in on a secret here, Leroy. That wasn’t an accident. That wasn’t an insult. But it was deliberate. I wanted to see how you’d react to you getting a taste of your own medicine and you clearly didn’t take it well based on the way that you acknowledged it and suddenly went ‘poof, silent’ afterward. We don’t even know how good you are because you don’t even bother having any heart or passion for what you do whatsoever. You spend your career in other continents and other countries and that’s basically all anyone knows about you. I think it’s quite clear to me that you’re just someone that’s really in the business for a paycheck and for your own ego, if you get what I’m saying.
Shame, really. A lesser wrestler would look at you and completely overlook you, but I’m not going to do that. I treat just about every opponent I face the same for the most part and I’m nto someone that is going to let my guard down against you. Show me something, Leroy. Show me that at the very least, there’s a spark in that poor excuse of a heart that you have within you. Because quite honestly? The older I get and the more experienced I become, the less fond I become of wrestlers that are like you. But again, you may very well be more than what you seem on the surface and that's why I can’t and won’t make the same mistake against you that Don Tirri was at least professional enough to admit that he made against me. You don’t get to make a name for yourself at my expense, Leroy. I’ll be the first to tell you that right now. The way I see it? Tonight? The roll that I’ve been on is going to keep on rolling.
And soon enough? This company is truly going to see why I’m the game changer that I can be!
Victoria maintains her poise and her confidence as she departs from the scene and the scene fades to black.
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match before calling for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Leroy and Victoria immediately meet each other in the middle of the ring, Leroy hitting Victoria in the mouth with a forearm smash. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Victoria stumbles back from the impact. Leroy bounces off of the ropes to build momentum! Before he can strike Victoria on the rebound, Victoria leaps into the air and hits Leroy with a dropkick! Leroy rolls over toward the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Once he's up, he shakes his head and approaches Victoria in the middle of the ring. The two wrestlers circle around one another and wait for an opening to appear. Victoria grabs hold of Leroy and tries to wrestle him into a side headlock, but Leroy blocks the attempt and throws a hard elbow into Victoria's ribs. He then grabs Victoria by the hair and takes her down to the mat! Leroy drops an elbow onto Victoria and hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...Victoria kicks out!
Victoria starts to pull herself back up to her feet as Leroy runs at her and hits Victoria with a knee strike. Leroy follows it up with a second. Victoria tries to recover but Leroy tries to wrestle her into position for a Northern Lights suplex. Victoria spins out of Leroy's grasp and creates space between the two of them. Leroy tries to step toward Victoria, who attempts to hit Leroy in the jaw with a superkick! Leroy just barely ducks under the attempt, scurrying back toward the ropes.
Taj: If that would've hit...
America: Kicks like that are what make Victoria Salinas so dangerous!
Victoria happily smiles as Leroy pulls himself back up to his feet. Once Leroy is standing, Victoria closes the gap between the two of them and hits Leroy with a kick to the ribs. She follows it up with a second before pulling Leroy toward the middle of the ring.
Leroy tries to respond by shoving Victoria away from her and toward the ropes. Victoria grabs hold of them as Leroy charges at her and tries to send Victoria to the floor. Victoria positions herself between the ropes and kicks Leroy in the mouth before positioning herself on the apron. She steadies herself---waiting for Leroy to stop stumbling before springboarding into the ring and hitting Leroy with a crossbody! Victoria hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Victoria calls for the fans to cheer for her as Leroy groggily drags himself back up to his feet. Victoria bounces off of the ropes and seems like she's setting Leroy up for a shining wizard---only to have Leroy grab hold of her and roll Victoria up for the pin.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow, that was close!
America: These two are going back and forth!
Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Leroy charges at Victoria and tries to send her to the mat---only to have Victoria shove him away. Leroy staggers as Victoria runs to jump on the top turnbuckle, flips back, and hits her Vanity Breaker (somersault reverse DDT)! Victoria hooks the leg and covers..
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Victoria Salinas!!!
The show fades backstage to see the Pride of 1WM Champion Rei Park walking down the hallway, dressed to compete in her match later on in the show that would see her defend her championship again… this time against Bianca Davis. In her hands was a bag with hangul characters on it, inside a couple of bottles of banana milk loved by Koreans the world over and a gift for Rei’s friend Coda.
Tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear with a confident smile upon her face, she prances along the hall with some pep in her step while holding the bag in one hand and having her Pride of 1WM championship belt slung over her shoulder. She seems to be in a blissful state when she bumps into someone. She’s careful not to drop either item she was carrying before turning to the person.
Rei Park: 죄송하다. (I’m sorry)
Looking up, she can see that it is the new backstage interviewer from Epic, Dae-Hyun Lee. The young twenty-something responds with wide eyes in disbelief at the sight in front of him.
Dae-hyun Lee: 레이?! 이런. (Rei?! Oh my gosh.)
The Korean-American interviewer quickly switches to English after checking if there’s a camera nearby.
Dae-hyun Lee: I’m such a big fan! Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions before your big title match tonight? I promise it won’t take long!
Rei Park: Really? Thanks! That’s sweet of you to ask if you can ask questions. Normally I’m bum rushed and caught off guard. But I get it… that is some peoples’ style I guess. And I would love to answer a few questions.
Lee clears his throat, helping Rei by grabbing the bag she held and putting it off to the side. Rei blushes ever so slightly as she smiles just a little bit wider.
Dae-hyun Lee: At Glory 14, the first episode of what they’re calling The VIP Room happened. Justice Cross was interviewed, and the match she had against you was one of the major topics of discussion. It got everybody talking! So, I was just wondering if you’d like to comment on that at all?
Rei purses her lips a bit, pulling them off to the side as she rolls her eyes ever so slightly… but still noticeable enough for Dae-hyun to notice. A slight sigh escapes from her lips as she relaxes her posture and facial expression.
Rei Park: I knew from the moment she was announced as his guest that it would be comical. It lived up to my expectations. Justice Cross will try to twist any and everything around so that she doesn’t look like the fool that she is. The day after our match, she went on Twitter saying that it was not an I Quit Match or an I Give Up Match, which is literally the same thing. But we all saw her, clear as day, give up and quit the match. She was begging ME for mercy. She couldn’t face the fact that she submitted so she had to twist it around like she always does. You can’t be the pride or face of something if you give up and then complain that you lost. Heck, she even gave up on the VIP Room when the questions got tough. There seems to be a common occurrence here when it comes to Justice Cross.
Dae snickers, but tries to remain professional with the impromptu interview as he adjusts his suit jacket collar.
Dae-hyun Lee: And what do you think about Sweden? Are you enjoying yourself here?
Rei Park: Sweden is… nice. I’m so used to places like Seoul, Tokyo, New York and Miami though so it’s a bit of a culture shock for me. But yeah, I would say I’ve enjoyed my time here thus far. This 1WM World Domination Tour is allowing me to see places I’ve never seen and probably would not have seen otherwise. Only place I had been to before was Paris. I am holding out hope that there will be a stop in Tokyo or Seoul so that my family can come and see me in the ring.
A barely audible vibration is heard before Rei pulls her iPhone 12 from her back waistband. She quickly looks at the clock before her eyes grow wide… though she is quick to calm herself down.
Dae-hyun Lee: What’s your relationship with Coda?
Rei Park: Coda is one of my good friends. We bonded over the fact that we’re both of Korean ancestry, me only being half Korean. Though I can’t say the same for Mari. I thought we were cool but she’s been feeling a bit more standoffish. Actually, that bag I was holding had some banana milk in it for her… her meaning Coda. I know Coda has my back in terms of support and guidance and she knows that I support her. I’d love to face her some day down the road.
The interviewer nods, understandingly. Now his voice grows more stern, a base in his tone as he talks about tonight.
Dae-hyun Lee: Bianca Davis is scheduled to be your opponent tonight, but I’ve gotta wonder… What’s your opinion of her? Do you think she deserves a match for the illustrious Pride of 1WM Championship, or do you think she’s out of her depth?
Rei rolls her eyes a little bit as she shifts the weight of the championship belt from one shoulder to the other.
Rei Park: I was always told that if you can’t say anything nice, just say it anyway. Bianca Davis is nothing short of a materialistic, vapid, brainless nothing who peaked back in high school. She’s living in this Mean Girls world, but has NOTHING to show us that she’s worthy of anything. The only thing she’s been doing lately is dragging Justice down further than what she’s done herself. Bianca has had multiple shots at titles in her 1WM tenure… none of them have panned out. This one isn’t going to be any different than her other ones.
Dae-hyun Lee: Some of Bianca’s ‘friends’ are known to interfere in her matches. Are you at all afraid they’ll screw you over and take the title in a fluke victory? Will Kaede be out there to prevent that?
Rei Park: Bianca’s friends… well they’re not really her friends. At least, that’s what the recent exchange between them all seemed. Justice and Bianca both live in their own little worlds. Justice has screwed me over before and she’s not going to get the chance to do it again. Kaede will make sure of that. Heck, if Jenn and Coda wanted to come out too to prevent that they’re more than welcomed to.
Rei sighs a bit.
Rei Park: I know that Bianca blasted me with a chair shot. But that happened after the match, when my back was turned, because Bianca is a coward as much as she’s a vapid airhead. She could’ve slid right in and faced me mono e mono, but no, she waited til I turned around after sneaking up like a little bitch. I’m just lucky that my hair was able to cover the cut and that I didn’t need the stitches in for too long. Appa called me that night asking all the medical details pertaining to that. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re the only daughter of a doctor.
Dae nods, then looks back to the camera with a cheesy grin.
Dae-hyun Lee: Well, I think we’ve all learned a lot about you tonight, eh Rei? Now all that’s left to ask is this: Now that you’ll be facing Bianca “mono e mono” once and for all here tonight… What’s going to happen?
Rei Park: What’s going to happen is something very similar to the outcome of my match at Legendary 18. Whether it be a pin or another submission, I won’t be letting MY Pride of 1WM Championship. I busted my butt to get to where I am, including 3 hard fought matches. I’m not going to let someone who has not earned the show and who’s just skated by take it away from me… despite what she and her “executive representative” think. That whole group are nothing but overly hyped failures.
Rei reaches forward and takes back the bag with the banana milks.
Rei Park: I want to thank you for the interview Lee Dae-hyun. But I really must get these to Coda before my match in case they try to pull the same tired shenanigans again.
The two politely bow to one another as per Korean custom before Rei heads past Dae-hyun, bringing the interview to a finite conclusion.
Teddy excitedly talks strategy with Chase, who steps out onto the apron and lets Teddy know that he can start the match off! On the other end of the ring, Liam gets ready to begin things for his team. The referee looks at both men and then calls for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Almost immediately, Teddy and Liam begin to circle around the ring, the two of them waiting for an opening to appear. Liam finally steps forward and hits Teddy in the chest with a hard chop!
Crowd: WOOO!
Liam follows it up with a second which knocks Teddy back against the ropes.
Crowd: WOOO!
Teddy tries to recover by fighting back with a forearm shot to Liam's face, though Liam uses Teddy's momentum to dodge the blow. He then grabs Teddy's arm and shoots him across the ring. When Teddy comes back on the rebound, Liam slams him down to the mat with an armdrag! Teddy slowly pops back up to his feet. Liam tries to use the opening to his advantage by charging at Teddy---only to have Teddy leap into the air and hit Liam with a leg lariat! The fans are on their feet. Liam groggily tries to drag himself back up to his feet.
Teddy turns his attention toward Liam and quickly nails him in the face with a few forearm shots to knock him back against the ropes. Once he's at the ropes, Teddy quickly ties up Liam's arms so that he can't protect himself and begins to fire off a series of kicks into Liam's ribs. Liam desperately tries to free himself so that he can block the blows, but by the time he frees his arms, Teddy drags him toward the center of the ring. He tries to get Liam into position for a snap suplex, but Liam blocks the attempt. Teddy again tries to lift Liam into the air, only to once again have Liam block the attempt. Liam then drives his knee HARD into Teddy's ribs. Teddy doubles over in pain and Liam quickly grabs hold of Teddy's head, sending him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Liam hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...Teddy kicks out!
Chase shakes his head on the apron before trying to get the crowd to rally behind Teddy. Liam grabs Teddy by the head and locks in a front facelock. He applies pressure while backing up to his corner of the ring. Miles tags himself into the match. Liam hits Teddy with another knee shot to the ribs before shoving Teddy away. Teddy stumbles for just a step as Miles plants him on the mat with a bulldog! He rolls Teddy over and covers.
One...
Two..
THR...KICK OUT!
Miles pulls Teddy up to his feet and hits him in the mouth with a few elbow shots to try and wear him down. Teddy tries to fight back but Miles is absolutely relentless with the elbow shots. Miles then shoots Teddy across the ring and steps toward the middle to meet him. Before he can do anything on the rebound, Teddy launches himself into the air and sends Miles crashing to the mat with a somersault clothesline! The fans are on their feet cheering! Teddy pops back up to his feet and delivers a capoeira leg drop onto Miles! He stays on top for the cover.
One..
Two...Miles kicks out!
He tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Teddy hit him with a hard kick that sends him crashing back to the mat. Teddy then backs up to his corner of the ring to regroup, Chase taking a deep breath and tagging himself into the match! Teddy's eyes go wide with excitement as he rushes over to Miles and nails him with an elbow shot. He then grabs hold of Miles to try and set him up for a double suplex---Chase helping slam Miles to the mat!
Miles tries to pull himself back up to his feet as Chase hits him with a series of European uppercuts. Each strike sends Miles stumbling back just a bit more. Chase then smirks and backs Miles up against the ropes. He hits her in the chest with a few hard chops before trying to shoot Miles across the ring.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Miles reverses the attempt and pulls Chase in, getting him into position for a Russian leg sweep! Chase fights his way out of the attempted move with a few elbow shots. He then shoves Miles away. Miles stumbles a few steps before turning around and charging at Chase, who steps forward and hits Miles with a crescendo kick! Miles crashes hard to the mat. Chase grabs hold of him, lifts him up, and Teddy drops him with a cutter completing their wheelbarrow cutter maneuver! Chase covers.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...the team of Teddy Morse and Chase Evans...the Rebel Rousers!
Taj: Another win for the Rebel Rousers! They are slowly climbing the contenders list in the tag team division.
America: There’s a list?! Meh. NEXT!
We open to a view of “Old School Cool” Don Tirri hanging around in a private skybox at the Ericsson Globe in Stockholm, Sweden, having been watching the goings of the night. His 1WM Glory championship is resting on a chair next to him, neatly folded. Tirri himself looks focused.
Don Tirri: It’s been a wild few weeks for me. First at Glory 14 I beat two tough-as-nails competitors to become the first ever OneDub Glory Champion. That was an absolute high spot for me not just in OneDub but in my career in general. But then came around Epic 4 and my match with the shaved ape Driller Jaworski.
Tirri lights up a cigarette, displeasure obvious on his face.
Don Tirri: I’ll give this much to Drill. He hung around a lot longer than I thought. I expected him to keel over in exhaustion at the 5 minute mark or the 10 minute mark the latest but he hung on and gave me a damn good fight. But everyone who watched the match knows I had him. He was in the Chokeout, and once I got that cinched in, ain’t nobody gonna break out. The ref had his hand up for the third time…
The big Finn slams the rail in front of him in frustration.
Don Tirri: And then the fucking headhunters came in. I mean sure. I shoulda seen it coming. I shoulda been able to predict that. I got caught out by my own professionalism and principles. Hell, I went around the backstage telling my friends to stay out of whatever might happen cause I wanted to do things the right way. Few offered to watch my back but I turned it down. And I paid for it.
Tirri stretches his neck, cracking it one way and then the other.
Don Tirri: Driller got me good after the run in by the Calloways. That shit HURT. But I’m still standing. Took me a few days to get my stride back but Driller? I’M STILL STANDING. You failed to put me down and out. I had you beat and even with help, you couldn’t put me out. I proved that what happened with ESJ was pure luck for Drill.
Reaching for the title belt, Tirri pulls it into the view.
Don Tirri: Ultimately I shouldn’t get my engine running by Driller or anyone in the damn Kali Kartel because they are not relevant to my interests. What is relevant to my interests is this championship and whoever gets anointed as the nr. 1 contender. Both Cordova and Marx have departed the company so the management gonna have to weigh their options. But whoever gets the nod to be the first one to try and pry this belt from my grasp… I’ll take em on. It can be a OneDub mainstay like Lash Donohue. It can be a walking force of nature like Ursula Von Rossbach. It can be a good friend of mine like Matthew Knox.It can be a wet-behind-the-ears rookie like Vance Issac Parker. Or it can be the very same Jackass I just beat in Driller Jaworski. I don’t care. I’ll take on anyone and everyone who is named the challenger.
The big finn lays the belt carefully back to the bench next to him, taking deep drags from his cigarette.
Don Tirri: Life is about to get interesting for me and for anyone thinking about stepping up to the plate. Give me a time and a place and I’ll defend what is mine. Because…
Tirri flicks his cigarette at the camera and winks.
Don Tirri: That is what professionals do.
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The cameraman pans through the back when he catches Justice Cross walking through the hall. She goes over to a door that leads to a posh sky box standing there. Taking a few breaths she opens that door and walks in, shutting it behind her. Once inside she walks over to Bianca Davis and looks at her.
Justice Cross: Bianca, you and I need to talk.
Bianca rolls her eyes as she hears the voice of Justice Cross, she turns on her heel dressed ready for her title match tonight as she says in a dismissive tone.
Bianca Davis: What do you even want to talk about? Last time I heard you were spouting all sorts of stuff on twitter about me and slandering my name?
Bianca said as she turned her attention back to her mirror, annoyed as she waited on Justice to speak.
Justice Cross: That’s what I came in here to talk to you about. I mean Joshua isn’t here to protect his client right now, which is you. So I figured that you and I could talk about this in a civilized manner.
Bianca rolled her eyes, as she scoffed in a haughty tone.
Bianca Davis: Okay, whatever, what do you have to say? Let's hear it.
Justice Cross: First of all, you are wrong about how you said I threw you under a bus. If I threw you under the bus then you would know. Second of all you said that I was ungrateful for the things you have done for me. I am far from an ungrateful person and I know how to thank those who have helped me along the way in my career.
Bianca keeps her eyes on her small mirror as he does the final touches to her make up, before putting it away. This time putting her eyes directly on Justice as she said.
Bianca Davis: Oh really you do, like you know how much help I have given you throughout this process. From showing you how to be successful, to giving you fashion and make up tips to many other things. You’re welcome for all that by the way.
Justice Cross: Ok I’m not going to talk about the fashion tips or the makeup tips right now but yes. I know how much help you have given me.
Bianca rolled her eyes, disgusted with Justice as she said.
Bianca Davis: Honey, if you listen to me you’d have gold this match would be between us, but you didn’t. Instead you verbally gave up, I mean I didn’t help you for myself I did it because Josh wanted me to do it, and the repayment of him for his faith in you?
Justice Cross: He has done nothing but try to guide me and help me along the way. But what you and Joshua don’t understand is I grew up in this business. It’s in my blood and I am only having trouble with things because I took a five year hiatus from the business. I’m just now finally getting back to where I want and I can do it on my own Bianca. People have been putting me down since the day I came here. They think I either get things handed to me or that I/m not as good as I say I am. I want to earn things. I need to prove to them that I can do what I say I will.
Bianca rolls her eyes, and puts her hand on her hip in annoyance.
Bianca Davis: I mean you beat Molly, it doesn’t matter how that was done but you pinned hte hobbit one, two and three. The reason you’re having trouble is because you keep backing from things, and what needs to be done, and how it needs to be done. I get success because I do what it takes like hitting that fugly little bitch of a champion Ugrei Park with a chair. You can do what you want but don’t go around slandering my name.
Justice Cross: I shouldn’t have beat Molly the way I did. It wasn’t a clean win. You sprayed her in the eyes with your perfume. And why would you hit Rei with a chair anyway? It was my match and not yours to interfere in. Don’t you get it Bianca? I want to do things the right way. I know I made you and Joshua mad. I’m sorry.
Bianca looks annoyed, but she smiles a bit Justice before speaking.
Bianca Davis: I do get it, but the thing is the right way doesn’t give results, it's what I've been trying to get through to you. Again, my way works people can cry about it all they want. It doesn't change anything. Also, why would I hit that uggo in the head? Because she deserved it, and totally needed it look at her ew. After tonight, that title will be around my waist because I do what it takes to get the job done. As far as your apology goes…
Bianca fluffs her hair before saying.
Bianca Davis: Whatever, if you agree to stop the slander, and speaking lies then I am sure I can talk to Josh who knows, maybe one day you can see the truth of the matter.
Justice Cross: I’ll stop blaming you for what happened. I know I said that I gave up. Just make sure you talk to him for me. He’s not very happy with me lately. And I understand why. By the way your gear is totally awesome tonight!
Bianca smiles as she shows it a bit off.
Bianca Davis: I will, and thanks it was custom made. I wanted it to be perfect. They really outdid themselves, didn't they?
Bianca says proudly. Looking at the gear then gazing around the room, Justice looked back at Bianca.
Justice Cross: I love your gear. But hey good luck tonight. I’ll be watching from the back. And don’t worry. I gave my word to Joshua that I wouldn’t do anything stupid during your match like interfere. He doesn’t believe me I know but I hope you do.
Bianca smiles before saying.
Bianca Davis: Well, I believe you will do the right thing and not get involved in it. I plan on making sure I walk out champion. Because, quite frankly it's time for a champion this company can be proud of that being me.
Justice Cross: And what happens if I do get involved? I mean just for example, if I do interfere, what will happen?
Bianca rolled her eyes in disgust.
Bianca Davis: You don’t wanna go there with me, trust me on that. I tend to make people who cross me live a living hell.
Justice Cross: Joshua would have me taken out anyway. Don't worry though. I won’t interfere. Come on, I’ll walk down to the gorilla with you before going to catering!
Justice heads to the door, opening it as they walk into the hall. The camera throws it back to the ring as both of them walk down a hall together discussing some things.
Taj: We’re going to take you to some pre-recorded comments made by Driller Jaworski and Jack Riggs regarding their contest tonight against Regulators, Incorporated. I understand they were at a bar when making these comments. Great way to prepare for the match.
America: I hope Driller took it easy with the alcohol. The last time he and Riggs went out drinking, he spent the night in the slammer.
Taj: Well, maybe he’ll end up there again and Riggs will have to fight the match on his own. Let’s hear what these two men have to say.
We cut to an exterior shot of a bar called Puben Gullmarsplan. We fade to the inside, where Driller and Jack are holding up shots. They yell out “Skål,” a Swedish toast. The other patrons follow by yelling “Skål” as well. Everyone clinks their glasses and downs their shots. The camera moves in on the two men and Driller looks the cameraman’s way.
Driller Jaworski: Look, Jack, a 1WM cameraman!
Jack Riggs: What the fuck?! We’re not on the clock right now! Go get fucked, asshole!
Driller Jaworski: Hold on, Jack. I’m actually glad there’s a camera on us right now because I have a message for Regulators, Incorporated and everybody else out there.
He looks into the camera.
Driller Jaworski: You see, there seems to be this idea that our brothers, Eric and Dexter Calloway, The Headhunters, are ordering us around. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Kali Kartel is not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill wrestling stable. Other wrestling stables? Yeah, they have somebody at the head who is barking orders and abusing their underlings. It’s not like that with us. See, we’re a family. When you’re in a family, you automatically know that you have to have their back. That’s all we did last month when we attacked you Regulator girls in Germany. We had our brothers’ backs. You two were trying to take something valuable away from them. I’m referring to the Tag Team Championships. The Headhunters worked long and hard for those belts, despite the efforts of One Wrestle Movement to keep the belts away from them for months. Jack and I knew that we had to be there to ensure that those titles stayed in our family. We didn’t have to be ordered to do that. We knew that instinctually.
He points at Jack Riggs.
Driller Jaworski: This guy right here goes way back with The Headhunters. He’s known them for years. You think he had to be told to get in that ring and drop you with Big Trouble, Jane? I don’t think so. And as for me, I’ve already told the story. The Headhunters accepted me when nobody else would. They appreciate me while everybody outside of Kali Kartel has made it their hobby to try and run me out of 1WM. You think I needed to be told to get in that ring and come to the aid of my brothers? Motherfuckers, I was put through two burning fucking tables and still got up to take you two down. Eric and Dexter would have understood if I just got in the ambulance and called it a night, but that was out of the question in my mind because love, respect, and loyalty towards my family means more to me than anything else in this world! And I’ll tell you something else. Tonight, nobody has to tell Jack and I to get into that ring and break you two in half. Hell, even we weren’t in the Kali Kartel, even if we didn’t care about keeping you two away from the Tag Team Championships, we’d still beat the crap out of you two. You know why? Because it’s what we like to do.
He points to Riggs again.
Driller Jaworski: This man broke another man’s ankle last week and sent him packing. I sent Erick St. John out of wrestling for good when I broke his orbital bone at Epic 2. Call us sick, call us depraved, call us whatever you want. We don’t care because we do what we like to do, and injuring people is what we enjoy. So girls, instead of worrying about our motivations and what goes on in our family, maybe worry about how you’re going to survive Jack and Drill tonight! Now, I’m gonna go back to drinking while Jack says something sinister to you two bitches.
Driller picks up his beer and chugs away. Jack slips off up his stool, lifting up his beer and taking a sip. He looks at it for a second and throws the whole full glass on the floor at his feet, glaring at the bartender.
Jack Riggs: This some fucking hipster IPA bullshit? Don't you ever fucking give me this bullshit again or I'll end your Swedish ass.
Jack shakes his head before turning back to the camera, slapping Driller on the back violently but in a friendly way too.
Jack Riggs: You fucking Regulators are a legit fucking team. I mean that little fact means we are an underdog right? But like my dude just said, we are family. We are on the same page and we ain't gonna let you run no circles around us. We ain't gonna let you fuck around with us. You've seen us, right? We ain't normal dudes. We are two fucking Godzilla-like fucking monster motherfuckers and everything that gets put in front of us is fucking destroyed.
Jack stands in front of Driller, getting a bit too close to the camera.
Jack Riggs: Can you two handle that shit? I don't fucking know but try us and we will find out if you two got a fuck's chance in hell of winning this or even getting those tag straps. I don't dislike you girls. I don't like you either. You are just the next fucking people thrown in front of me to hurt. Will I break your fucking ankles? Will Driller break your faces? Maybe, but that's just how shit works when you step into the ring with us. You don't know what the fuck is going to happen but it will fucking hurt. You will fucking wake up tomorrow wishing you never fucking dared step in the ring with Jack and fucking Drill. You will wish your mom never gave birth to you. That is how bad you are going to fucking hurt when we are done with you. It's gonna be fucking brutal as fuck and me and my dude are gonna beat you the fuck down and get our fucking hands raised. That is the simple fact of the matter. You think it ain't true? Well, fuck around and find out.
Jack spits on the camera before turning back around as the bartender pours him another beer. He glares at the guy for a second before chugging it down.
Jack Riggs: Let's get the fuck outta this place, Drill. We got some bitches to end tonight.
He slams down his drink.
Driller Jaworski: Let's do it!
They walk off camera.
Taj: Jack and Drill definitely making a statement on their intent tonight.
America: You got to love two guys that say what they mean and then go out of their way to stand true to their words. It’s refreshing and gives me more reason to respect the Kali Kartel.
Taj: Biased much? Anyway let’s get on with this match.
Sadie and Jane briefly discuss which of them is better suited to start the match. Jane decides that she'll get things started for her team as Driller does the same for his. The referee looks at both wrestlers in the ring to make sure they're ready before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Almost immediately, Jane tries to put her speed on display. She charges across the ring and hits Driller with a series of chops.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO! WOOO!
Driller fires off a wild clothesline to try and take down Jane, though she ducks underneath the attempt. Sadie stands on the apron and shows support for Jane as Jane leaps into the air and hits Driller with a dropkick! Driller hits the mat hard as Jane looks over toward Sadie and smirks. Jane bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Driller before he can make it back up to his feet. Unfortunately for her, Driller pops up to his feet and lifts her into the air---slamming her down to the mat with a Samoan drop! Jane rolls over toward the nearest turnbuckle and uses it to pull herself back up to her feet---only to have Driller charge into the corner and hit her with a clothesline! Driller pulls her toward the middle of the ring and launches Jane over his head.
Taj: This is what we've come to expect from Driller...
America: He hits a lot harder than you'd think he would, and in a match like this where he's got a partner who can keep momentum going...
Taj: Hitting hard is all you need to do!
Jane crashes hard to the mat but pulls herself back up to her feet. Driller glares at her for a moment while Jane tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Once Jane is standing, Driller charges and hits Jane with a kick to the ribs. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Driller pulls Jane in and powers her into the air, trying to set her up for a powerbomb! Jane manages to hit Driller with a hard right hand to block the attempt before reversing the attempt with a hurricanrana! Driller rolls back up to his feet as Jane hurries over toward him and tries to hit him with a running knee---only to have Driller cut her off with a back elbow smash! Driller grabs hold of Jane and throws her into his corner of the ring, tagging Jack Riggs into the match a few seconds later.
Taj: [i/]CHANGING OF THE GUARD![/i][/b]
America: A year and a half later and that still hasn’t caught on...[/color]
Jack steps into the ring and walks around the ring, getting the fans riled up as Driller hits Jane with another back elbow smash! He then throws Jane toward the middle of the ring, Jack grabbing hold of her and slamming her down to the mat with a back body drop! Jack turns around and looks at Jane on the mat. He pauses for a moment and shakes his head. He then turns toward Sadie and yells out "YOU’RE FUCKED!!!" before turning toward Jane and yelling the same to her.
Taj: That is one angry man.
America: You mispronounced “happy”, Taj.
Jack bounces off of the ropes and hops over Jane. He bounces off of the ropes again but before he can do anything else, Jane pops up to her feet and cuts Jack off with an enziguri! He drops to the mat and stumbles. Jane hurries over toward her corner of the ring and tags Sadie in the match! Jane cuts a charging Jack off with a drop-toe-hold as Sadie steps into the ring and bounces off of the ropes, hitting Jack with a running senton! The fans show their support for the former Tag Team Champions. Sadie goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!
Taj: And now it's the first ever 1WM Tag Team Champions displaying their abilities.
Sadie grabs hold of Jack and, after ignoring her brief moment of disgust, hits him in the mouth with a forearm shot! She follows it up with a second and then a third. Sadie then drives her knee into Jack’s ribs and tries to set him up for a fameasser! Jack ducks out of the way at the last possible second. Sadie’s behind hits the mat causing her eyes to go wide in pain.
Jack grabs hold of her and tries to drag her back up to her feet, delivering a series of European uppercuts to knock Sadie off balance. Sadie grabs the ropes as Jack picks up speed and charges---only to have Sadie try to kick Jack in the mouth! Jack grabs Sadie’s leg and delivers a dragon screw! Sadie hits the mat hard. Jack tries to pull her up but Sadie backs away. Jane tries to give Sadie words of encouragement as Jack charges at her from behind and hits Sadie in the back of the head! He then hoists Sadie into the air and slams her down to the mat with a belly to back snap suplex! Jack hooks the leg while going for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR---NO!
Jack grabs hold of Sadie’s arm, pulls her up, and tries to set her up for a clothesline. The fans boo as he connects with the first! He drags Sadie up to her feet again. Sadie desperately reaches out to Jane, who is busy trying to get the fans riled up for Sadie. When she notices that Sadie is actually going for the tag, it’s too late for Sadie, as Jack connects with a second clothesline!
Taj: Sadie seems like she wanted to tag out of this match.
America: She’s going to have to hold on a bit longer than this if she expects to win!
Jack turns his attention toward Jane for a moment and winks. Jane sighs and tries to cheer Sadie on to victory!.Jack looks almost disappointed by her reaction, but nonetheless tries to refocus on Sadie. She takes advantage of the opening by shoving Jack away from her. He bounces off of the ropes as Sadie leaps into the air and hits him with a jumping superkick! Sadie turns her back to play to the cheering crowd. Jane cheers her on as Jack rolls over toward his corner of the ring. He tags Driller into the match. Jane tries to tell Sadie to focus, but she continues to play to the crowd.
Taj: She’s not paying attention…
America: She probably needs to!
Sadie finally turns around, ready to focus her attention on who she believes is Jack Riggs. Unfortunately for her, she eats Driller’s Pounce for her mistake. He quickly pulls her up and commences to drop her on her head with The Drill Bit (double underhook piledriver)! Driller hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winners of this match...Driller Jaworski and Jack Riggs...the Kali Kartel!
Taj: Well..Regulators. Inc. looked solid, but…
America: Sadie lost her focus and it cost them the match.
With the match finished, the two Kartel members look to dole out more punishment as the advance on the Regulators. Having the sense something was about to go down, Jane and Sadie quickly slide out of the ring before anything can happen.
As we cut backstage, we see a thirsty Coda in catering chugging a bottle of banana milk bought for her by the Pride of 1WM Champion, Rei Park. The Swedish crowd cheers, pleased to see she’s here until Justice walks into the catering area and goes to Coda’s table. Justice then sits down across from Coda.
Justice Cross: You wanted to speak with me?
Coda nods after setting the bottle on the table in front of her.
Coda: Recently, you apologized to me, then claimed I deserved what I got in the VIP Room. So I must ask for clarification. Are you sorry, or are you pleased with your actions?
Justice Cross: I am the type of person that will wholeheartedly apologize if I feel badly about something. I came to you, and I told you I was sorry. I meant that. When I was on Vance’s show and I was telling him how you deserved that, I was only explaining to him what my reasons for doing that were.
Coda: Um-hum.
The Korean-American hums affirmatively in response, carefully listening to the other woman’s words.
Coda: Rei gave me two bottles of banana milk.
She shows off the second bottle. It’s transparent plastic, its yellow inners visible inside the convex-shaped container with a ring at the equator with green Korean words depicting the big brand logo and the nutrition facts.
Coda: Would you like to drink it with me as a peace offering?
Justice Cross: Rei gave you two of them? Sure. I’ll drink one with you. That was really nice of her to give you two of them.
The Splat! MultiUniversal Championship contender agrees with another soft hum, then hands Justice her bottle.
Coda: It is trendy in South Korea. Have you ever tried it?
Justice Cross: I can’t say that I have. But I will try it as I try things once to see if I like it.
Coda raises her banana milk for a toast! Justice holds that bottle of hers in her hand and starts to get situated comfortably in her seat. That hand of hers would raise that bottle to Coda’s causing them to clink against one another.
Coda: To a new start!
Placing that bottle up to her mouth, Justice takes a drink of it, shrugging as if to say it wasn’t that bad. She then took another sip.
Coda: If I ever discover you are being insincere to me right now, I will leave you broken in a pool of blood that will make the 1WM doctors say what Ursula did to you was tame in comparison.
Her words came out so matter-a-factly, confidence oozing from her intense words to make her point abundantly clear. As Justice was sitting there taking a drink of the banana milk and heard this statement from her, she would spit the milk out before looking to Coda.
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
“Queen B” Bianca Davis vs. Rei Park ©
Torres: The following is a PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Bad Bitch" by Babe Rexha plays as Biana Davis, followed behind by Joshua Samson, makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first….the challenger….hailing from Malibu, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches….she is Queen B…BIANCAAAAAAA DAVIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bianca and Samson strut down to the ring, looking at the fans in disgust.
Taj: It’s interesting to see Samson out here with one of his clients. He is normally very selective when making his appearance at ringside.
America: Because he knows tonight is the night that my girl Bee finally claims 1WM championship gold and wants to witness it firsthand like the rest of us, Taj.
The techno like beat of “Monster” by EXO begins to play throughout the arena’s sound system as the beat and the anticipation builds.
Torres: Coming to the ring next...hailing from Seoul, South Korea...weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds…..standing at a height of five feet three inches….representing the Seoul Queens….she is the current reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion...she is REIIIII PARRRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Right after the lyrics begin, Rei Park bursts out from behind the curtain as subdued hues of purple and blue colored lights flash around the stage. She is exuding confidence, evident by the huge smile on her face as she holds her arms out to her side, bent at the elbow. When she reaches the top of the stage, she slowly pushes her hands out forward before a quick flick of the wrist down and up. She jumps up and her legs go out, hands slowly but quickly moving up her torso before her right hand goes out in front of her and she waves her pointer finger in a no motion before bringing it and her legs in together, knees bent as she gives a quick shake of the hip.
As Kai’s part of the first verse begins, Rei makes her way down towards the ring. Her arms remain at her side but swing freely as she prances down. Upon reaching the ring as the chorus begins, she hops onto the ring apron, knees down and arms spread across the rope before slowly getting up. She hits a pose with a smile before stepping into the ropes.
”You can call me monster.”
She quickly climbs a turnbuckle and hits the stage pose again, holding it for a few moments before hopping down, waiting off to the side as she listens to her entrance music fade out, being replaced by the thunderous cheering of fans.
Taj: Rei coming into her second defense of as the Pride of 1WM Champion and you have to think this might be her most difficult defense.
America: You better believe it is. All bias aside on my part, Rei is a good little wrestler but we have to remember that this kid hasn’t been doing this at the level of Bianca. Rei used brass knuckles to defeat Jacob Striker for the title and she’s going to have to use tactics like that to even hope to hang with Bianca.
Rei hands her belt to the ref, who shows it to Bianca. Davis looks at it and then over at Rei.
Bianca Davis: This is about to be mine, bitch!
The ref shows the belt to the crowd and hands it to the ring attendant before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Rei and Bianca run to the center of the ring and start wildly trading right hands. Rei gets the better of the exchange and sends Bianca off the ropes. Bianca reverses and hits a Beautiful Boot right away! Bianca covers.
One...
Two...Rei kicks out.
Taj: Right out the gate Bianca is looking to end this!
America: Sound strategy. You’re looking at the newest Pride of 1WM Champion.
Bianca brings Rei to the corner and begins smashing her head into the top turnbuckle, followed by a few smashes into the middle turnbuckle, followed by some smashes into the bottom turnbuckle. She finally relents. Rei sits in the corner and tries to catch her breath while the referee tries to add some separation between the two competitors. Bianca dismisses the ref and starts choking Rei by putting her boot on Rei's throat. The ref counts to four and Bianca releases. She gets Rei to her feet and whips her in the opposite corner. She charges, but Rei gets her feet up. Bianca stumbles away, allowing Rei to hit a flipping neckbreaker. She covers.
One...Bianca kicks out.
Rei locks in a double underhook and throws Bianca with a butterfly suplex. Bianca rolls out of the ring to catch a break from Rei's onslaught, but Rei runs towards the ropes and lands on Bianca with a somersault plancha. The ref begins a 10 count while the ladies lie on the floor. Rei gets up first and brings Bianca back into the ring. She sends Bianca off the ropes but Bianca reverses and hits a running knee lift. Bianca walks around the ring for a second to get her bearings. Rei begins to stir and Bianca gets a handful of hair. She whips Rei by her hair and throws her across the ring. She prances around the ring to the boos of the fans. She grabs Rei's hair a second time and throws her across the ring. The ref admonishes her, but she just gives him one of those "talk to the hand" gestures. She grabs Rei's hair a third time, but this time, Rei swats Bianca's arms away and gives her a roundhouse kick, which causes Bianca to fall like a stack of bricks. Rei covers.
One...
Two...Bianca kicks out.
Taj: Rei is determined to hold on to her title!
America: Duh! She is the champ and that’s what champions do.
Rei brings Bianca into the corner and drapes herself over the top rope with a hanging figure four necklock. The ref counts to four and Rei releases the hold. She gets back on the apron and attempts to run Bianca's head into the adjacent top turnbuckle, but Bianca gets her foot on the middle turnbuckle to block it. No worries, as Rei simply hits another roundhouse kick, which sends Bianca down to the mat. Rei climbs up to the top turnbuckle and comes crashing down with a diving double knee drop. She covers.
One...
Two...Bianca kicks out.
Rei immediately follows up with Parseltongue. She pulls back with all her might as Bianca struggles to break free. Somehow, Bianca manages to separate Rei's legs and flips herself back, actually putting Rei in a pin.
One...Rei quickly releases her hold to get out of the pinning situation.
Taj: This match has really displayed the fact that both of these women, regardless of how you feel about them, truly know how to wrestle.
women quickly get to their feet. Rei charges at Bianca, who moves out of the way. Rei hits the ropes and runs at Bianca again. Bianca scoops Rei up, but Rei turns it into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, followed by an armbar. Bianca punches the mat in frustration that she can't get the better of Rei. She struggles to get to her feet, but once she does, she resorts to raking Rei's eyes to get out of the submission. The ref admonishes her, but she ignores it. She sends Rei off the ropes and hits a spinning heel kick. Not wasting time, she locks Rei in a front facelock and sends Rei headfirst into the mat with Crowned. She goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
T...KICK OUT!
Bianca pounds the mat while yelling at the ref.
Bianca Davis: That was three!
The crowd boos her whining but she waves the fans off. She gets Rei to her feet again and crushes her with a hair pull backbreaker. She covers again.
One...
Two…
THR...KICK OUT!
Taj: Rei will not stay down!
Bianca continues yelling, “Count faster!!” at the ref. She gets Rei into the corner and starts talking trash to her, smacking her across the face in between sentences. Samson cheers on the display of disrespect.
Taj: That is definitely not cool!
America: Open palm is all legal, Taj.
Rei finally has enough of Bianca's abuse and pushes her away. Bianca charges back at Rei, but is met with a stiff discus elbow smash. Bianca stumbles backwards as Rei charges and hits a jumping implant DDT. Bianca's head bounces off the mat and she lands on her butt before falling on her back. Rei covers.
One...
Two...Samson puts Bianca’s foot on the ropes.
Taj: HEY!
America: Hey what?! The referee didn’t see it. Besides, Joshua was only inspecting Bianca’s boots for untied laces.
Taj: That’s a load of crap!
Rei gets her up and whips her into the opposite corner. She charges and hits a handspring Stinger splash. Bianca falls to her butt and Rei squashes her with an inverted cannonball. She pulls Bianca out of the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle, where she soars in the air and hits a beautiful rounding moonsault! She goes for the cover.
One...
Two...Bianca kicks out.
Rei is not perturbed. She backs up and waits for Bianca to get to her knees, then she charges and goes for the Poison Apple, but Bianca ducks. Rei and Bianca both quickly get to their feet. Bianca kicks Rei in the gut and sends her down with the Queens Makeover! Bianca stalks and waits for Rei to get to her knees. When she does, Bianca goes for her own shining wizard, Coronation. This time, Rei ducks. When they both shoot to their feet, Rei hits another roundhouse kick to Bianca, who spins around, allowing Rei to hit Fire Soul!
Bianca falls to the mat face first but Rei wastes no time in setting up her finishing move. She lifts Bianca for the Burning Mandala, but Bianca breaks free, lands on her feet, and hits a hair mare. She somersaults backward and delivers mounting punches to the Pride of 1WM champ. When she tires herself out, she gets to her feet and waits for Rei to stand up. When Rei does, Bianca goes for the Red Bottom Boot, but Rei sidesteps and whips Bianca into the corner, comes off the ropes, and attempts Snake Eyes, but Bianca pulls the ref in the way!
America: A very savvy veteran move right there by Bianca!
Thankfully, Rei stops short of kicking the ref. This allows Bianca to sucker punch Rei from behind the ref. Rei stumbles a foot away. Bianca moves the ref out of her way. Rei turns around and eats a fatal kick from Bianca.
Taj: RED BOTTOM BOOT!
America: This has to be over now!
Bianca covers, hooking the leg. Samson jumps with glee as he counts along with the referee.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match…. AND NEW Pride of 1WM Champion….Bianca Davis!
Samson quickly joins his client in the ring. The ref hands Bianca the belt. He goes to raise her hand but she pulls it away. She holds the belt in the air and struts around the ring with it, insulting the fans while she does it.
America: And just like that, Bianca hits a sudden Red Bottom Boot and becomes the new Pride of 1WM Champ! That’s my girl!
Taj: Yeah, but she had to resort to a sucker punch to have the opportunity to hit her finishing move.
America: All’s fair in love and war!
By this point, Rei has rolled out of the ring and is on her knees on the outside. She holds her chin in pain as she scowls at Bianca, who continues to celebrate with her new crown and Samson. Suddenly a dark haired female comes out of the crowd and dives into the ring. She sneaks up behind Bianca and wallops her with an axe-handle smash that buckles the new champ at the knees!
Taj: WHAT IN THE WORLD?! BIANCA DAVIS HAS JUST BEEN ATTACKED BY A FAN!
America: That’s...that’s no fan, Taj. That’s Kelli Saint!
Shocked at the sight of Kelli, Samson stumbles back into a corner. Kelli snatches Bianca up before she can come to her senses and slams her back down with a devastating back body drop. Kelli begins to stomp on Bianca, not letting her even get his bearings; kicking her again over and over.
Taj: This really needs to stop! Kelli and Bianca were teammates in the recently defunct WWA!
America: Kelli is incensed. She wants to smash Bianca’s world!
The ref calls for Kelli to break it up, but Kelli ignores the official. She picks Bianca up and head butts her several times before pulling her into a bearhug. Bianca is beaten senseless and is out of breath but still Kelli carries on her attack. Kelli lifts Bianca up only to drop her right back down with an Argentine backbreaker drop!
Taj: This attack makes no sense at all, America.
America: You’re telling me.
Security finally rush the ring to grab the furious Kelli Saint, who hurls profanity at Bianca. Confident that he’s out of danger, Samson slinks out of the corner to check on his client.
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Backstage, the Fallen Angels stand side by side, ready for action. Damon has his hands clasped at the edges of his open denim vest, a cold expression plastered on his face as he stares into the camera. Aurora likewise stands at the ready, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her leather jacket as she flashes a confident smirk.
Damon Graves: For far too long, we’ve stood by as you’ve dragged the reputation of the 1WM Tag Team Championships through pile after pile of shit…
Aurora’s smirk fades into a look of disdain as she pulls her hands out into view, drawing one hand in a cutting motion in front of her neck as she speaks.
Aurora Graves: And quite frankly, we’re sick and tired of it. From the moment those straps were put around your putrid waists, you’ve done nothing but hide behind the rest of your goons and use every bullshit tactic you can pull out of your ass in order to keep those titles.
Damon shifts his weight, tilting his head to the side as his eyes narrow.
Damon Graves: And why is that? Why would two guys claim to be the best that the Tag Team division has to offer, and yet can’t be assed to prove it based on their own merit alone? Maybe it’s because deep down inside those thick, rock-filled skulls, you actually know that if it hadn’t been for your so-called…
Aurora & Damon: “Family”…
Aurora rolls her eyes and offers a sneer of disgust as the word leaves her lips.
Aurora Graves: Those belts would already be around the waists of someone else. Well guess what, pendejos? The time WILL come when you won’t be able to hide behind a wall of bullshit. You see, the Fallen Angels don’t NEED numbers to beat you two morons…
Damon holds up a finger, arching his eyebrow as his face shifts into an expression that can only mean he’s about to say something smartassed.
Damon Graves: Unless of course, it’s a math quiz…
Aurora, amused by her husband’s interjection, briefly lets a smile stretch across her face as she chuckles softly. Even then, she raises a hand to her lips to muffle the sound.
Aurora Graves: Please… if that were the case, we’d smoke the whole damn group!
She looks away momentarily, but soon turns her attention back to the camera, a more determined look than before taking the place of amusement.
Aurora Graves: All attacks on your intellect aside, it’s high time you two shitheads got knocked down from the top of the mountain…
Damon pounds one fist into the open palm of his other hand, then raises both fists to show the tattoos on his knuckles.
Damon Graves: And down to the dung heap where you belong.
With that, Damon and Aurora Graves simultaneously flip off the camera before moving out of frame. The scene then cuts away.
1WM Tag Team Championship Match
Fallen Angels (Aurora and Damon Graves) vs. The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway)
Torres: The following match for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Fallen Angels" by Black Veil Brides hits the P.A, and the Stockholm crowd gives Aurora and Damon a warm reception as they head out on to the stage.
Taj: I have to tell you, America, I've been waiting for this one all night!
Torres: Introducing first at a combined weight of three hundred and forty eight pounds, they are the team of Damon and Aurora Graves….the FALLEEENNNN ANGELLLLLSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
America: You know they ain't gonna be able to get this done, Taj. It's out of their league. The Headhunters are gonna retain and continue to make the Kartel proud!
Taj: This is all biased opinion, America. Pure speculation.
Aurora and Damon reach out to smack the hands which reach out as they make their way down the ramp and slide into the ring.
America: Either way, the Angels have a hell of a task on their hands trying to take home the Tag Team gold!
Taj: That's something I can actually agree with.
"Fallen Angels" fades out before “Last Time I Checced" by Nipsey Hussle is nearly drowned out by crowd jeers!
Torres: Coming to the ring at this time..
"Last Time I Checced" continues to ring out, yet there is no sign of The Calloways.
Taj: Where the heck are they?
America: Patience, Taj. You can't rush perfection.
Taj: Oh, please.
Torres: At a combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds, coming to us tonight from STOCKTON in the GOLDEN STATE OF CALIFORNIA…
The crowd BOOO even louder than before as The Headhunters finally appear on the stage, raising their title belts high as they mock the Swedish fans.
America: Told ya, Taj. Patience. It's a virtue.
Torres: They are the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS….
The Headhunters point at the Fallen Angels, mocking them as they mouth the words 'Tag Team Champions', once more raising the belts high and dropping them off before walking halfway down the rampway before stopping.
Torres: Representing the Kali Karetl….they are the team of Eric and Dexter Calloway….they are THEEEEE HEADHUNTERRRRRRRRRSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Why in the world are the Headhunters just standing there?!
America: Didn’t I tell you that patience is a virtue, Taj? The Headhunters don’t move until they’re good and ready!
The referee, along with the Fallen Angels, beckon Eric and Dexter to get in the ring. The Tag Team Champions give the trio in the ring the middle finger salute. Having little choice in the matter, the referee signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: The referee has decided to go ahead and make this official. The Headhunters are going to have to get into the ring now.
Seeing that the champs aren’t getting into the ring, the referee doesn't hesitate to begin to count Headhunters out.
America: Aw c'mon, ref! Give 'em a damn break!
Taj: They know the rules, America! Count it, ref!
One…
Two…
Three...
Taj: Are the Headhunters doing this on purpose? This is a straight up coward move!
Four…
Five...
America: You can call it what you wanna call it. I call it strategy!
Six...
Seven...
The fans start to boo the Calloways out of the building as they turn their back to the ring and start making it back up the ramp.
Taj: You're kidding me! Just like that, they're going to be taking their ball and go the hell home?!
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Eight…
Nine...
The fans are in a dismal mood and very vocal about it as the referee gets to the TEN count and calls for the bell.
Torres: The winners of this match, as result of a count ou~
The crowd is suddenly on their feet as the Rebel Rousers come bounding from backstage, crash tackling the Headhunters into the ramp and barricade wall respectively!
Taj: WOAH WOAH! It's on now!
The Calloways are totally helpless as Teddy and Chase drag them up to their feet and drag them down the ramp.
Taj: The Calloways are being forced to have this damn match, titles shmitles. It's an honor thing! That's what One Wrestle Movement is all about and I love it!
America: This is some bullcrap! Thi match is over and those damn Rebel Rousers have nothing to do with this!
The fans cheer as Teddy leaps up and nails Dexter with a forearm, knocking him on his backside. Chase Evans grabs Eric by the hair and smashes his head into the barricade wall, and then the crowd POPs as Rebel Rousers crack Headhunters' skulls together, three stooges style!
America: Patently unnecessary!
Damon and Aurora both look to be making their way over, but the Rousers wave them both off and roll the Headhunters under the bottom rope at their feet before taking a bow.
Torres: The referee has ordered this match to be restarted, yet the Tag Team Championships are no longer up for contention!
America: WHAT THE HELL?! This is definitely not what The Headhunters were looking for.
Taj: Absolutely, one hundred percent, what The Headhunters were looking for! Damn this Kali Kartel!
America: You'll keep a civil tongue at my commentary desk!
DING DING DING!!!
Damon looks angered as he drags Dexter to his feet.
Taj: BOOM! Graves really making good with those European uppercuts! Irish whip.
The crowd turns as Dexter manages to regain his footing and use Graves' own momentum to reel him back in and dump him with a dangerous take on the Argentine neckbreaker!
America: BAM!
Dexter snarls as he takes advantage and drags Damon to his feet, seizing him in a bulldog, running forward and bouncing the head of Graves off the waiting raised boot of Eric Calloway!
America: There's a t..
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
America: Just...stop...
The fans voice their disapproval as Eric hops in the ring and both Headhunters seize a leg of Damon Graves.
America: We've seen this before! Dual Argentine leglock facebuster!
Damon hits the mat hard and the Calloways immediately try to drag him back up while the referee gets in between and tries to hustle Dexter out to his corner, yet he ends up getting knocked down in the ensuing scuffle as Damon fights his way free.
America: And down he goes.
The ref hits the deck upon getting hit with an errant elbow to the face.
America: Damn, these referees are FRAGILE!
Taj: Graves trying to mount a comeback as he fights Eric off!
A jumping knee to the temple from Dexter puts an end to that idea.
America: The Headhunters looking to take it home for the Kali Kartel right about now!
The fans continually BOOO as Eric grips Damon around the waist while Dexter lays in wait to complete the circuit.
America: Here it goes! SAN ANDREAS FAULT TIME! wheelbarrow suplex by Eric.
The fans are on their feet as Damon manages to backflip his way free and land on his feet!
Taj: Shinbreaker sends Dexter hoppin'!
Damon gives Aurora the silent signal and the fans cheer as she launches to the top rope.
America: Turn back around, Eric!
Eric was too focused on Aurora, and didn't sense himself being hauled up for the electric chair drop until it was too late.
Taj: Here comes Aurora! JOBSTOPPER by Fallen Angels!
Eric's head spikes into the mat as Aurora lands and immediately sets about waking the ref back up.
America: It ain't over yet!
Dexter lets out a roar as Damon turns back around.
America: DISCUS LARIAT~
The crowd eats it up as Damon ducks underneath the attempt!
Taj: BROKEN HALO right in the centre of the ring! Both Headhunters are down! Graves with the cover!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match….Aurora and Damon Graves...The Fallen Angels!
As the Fallen Angels give the thumbs up to the Rebel Rousers for the assist, a female with a red bandana covering her face hops over the guardrail and slides into the ring. The woman bashes both Aurora and Damon in the head from behind.
Taj: WHAT IN THE HELL?! IS THIS ANOTHER FAN ATTEMPT TO GET INVOLVED?!
America: This time I have no clue who this is, Taj!
The Fan continues to hammer away on the Fallen Angels and is quickly joined by Eric and Dexter with stomps! The Rebel Rousers see what’s going on in the ring and instantly run down to the ring to aid the Fallen Angels.
Taj: The Rebel Rousers to the rescue!
The Fan, seeing the approaching Rebel Rousers, alerts the Headhunters and the trio hastily make their way out of the ring and head into the crowd to make an escape.
Backstage just moments before the big tag match between the in-ring return of Cain Dominguez teaming with Jacob Striker to take on former partner Lash Donohue and 1WM World Champion Jenni Drew. We first on camera see Cain standing backstage just moments before the big match as he starts speaking to some sounds of boos from the live crowd.
Cain Dominguez: You know, it doesn’t surprise me that some of you are a little disappointed in my actions last Legendary. Some question my actions even because they say I should have done things more, some would one say privately or that I should just “ask” for a match. You see, what you all don’t get, I did things to make an impactful statement, I wanted to get everyone talking. I wanted the emotions to be felt. None of that would have happened by just asking.
The Pain Maker shifts his weight from one leg to the other as he continues talking.
Cain Dominguez: You see what all you simple minded people don’t understand that everything that I do, there is a method to my madness as the old saying goes. Tonight, it holds even more true because here and now I am about to surprise the world again, A wise man once said, just when you thought you had all the answers I change the questions. So Jenni and Lash, the two of you may have thought you knew what you're dealing with between myself and my partner for the night Jacob Striker, but allow me to show you and present to you a new element to this whole situation….
The camera slightly pans to Cain’s left and standing in the camera view with a pompous smirk is none other than Joshua Samson, Esquire. The immaculately suited and overly groomed executive representative removes his hands from behind his back and adjusts his deeply tinted sunglasses.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Well surprise, surprise, surprise. I bet you plebs didn’t think you’d see me right here, right now, huh?
The crowd chant of “weasel” can be heard from the arena. Neither Cain nor Joshua give it any heed.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Yet here I am, plebs. And let me go ahead and answer the question that is bouncing around your collective Cro Magnon skulls, the Pain Maker and THE Executive Representative have aligned. That’s right, you are looking at my newest client. You are paying witness to the man that is going to single handedly destroy Lash Donohue.
The crowd cheers at the mention of Lash which causes Cain to snarl.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Cheer that little runt all you want, plebs, but by the end of the summer Lash Donohue is going to be crippled heap of a meathead. At Legendary Eighteen, Lash got just a small dose of the pain that is in store. Tonight, in the main event, that pain will continue courtesy of my client, Cain Dominiguez. We hope you’re prepared.
The scene fades upon a close up of the menacing face of Cain.
The Legendary World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from The Colosseum in Rome, Italy
Streaming August 30, 2021
We open up in the locker room of Jenn Drew where we see her finishing getting ready for the main event tonight. She turns around and sees the camera as she grabs her One Wrestle World Heavyweigh Championship and slings it over her shoulder before grabbing her “Burn” Book and holding it in the other hand.
Jenn Drew: I know the deal by now, you want words from the champ, the greatest One Wrestle Champion of all time. I know I’m popular like that, even if nobody likes to admit that.
Jenn laughs as she adjusts her championship and sits down in a chair.
Jenn Drew: What more can I say than I’ve said on social media over the last month about this match? Jacob Striker is nothing but a little bitch who will always wish he could be something special, but he’s just another face in the crowd as far as I’m concerned. Yeah, he was Pride of One Wrestle Champion, but how many defenses did he have that didn’t end in some sort of controversy? The answer, none of them. He got lucky until he finally faced my girl Rei one on one with no bullshit and then, we found out just how good he truly is and that’s nothing special. As for Cain, I get it, you’re bitter that your former best friend has become more popular than he probably could ever dream of. Cain, it’s okay to admit you’re jealous of Lash, that you wish you could have half the popularity and charisma that man has. Lash, he might act like a complete and total jackass and goof, but damn, that guy is good. I’m never one to shy away from giving credit where it’s due. If it had been anybody but me walking into last month’s Legendary main event, Lash probably was walking away as champion. I’ll admit though, Lash isn’t my first choice in tag team partners, and everyone knows he feels the same way about me. Last month though, a moment was ruined with the two of us by two jealous little boys and tonight, we show them that there is a reason we are at the top of the totem pole here in One Wrestle.
Jen grins as she brushes past the cameraman and walks out the door, letting it slam behind her.
Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY 19 MAIN EVENT TAG TEAM MATCH and it is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
“Straight to Hell” by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing as the light dim with only red light’s filling the arena. Smoke fills the stage as Cain, followed by Joshua Samson, Esq., walks out on stage and at the top of the ramp he drops down to one knee looking like he saying a prayer, he then smacks the ground once and yells out a scream with a crazy look on his face as flames explode on the stage each side of the ramp. The flames remain as he and Samson walk down the ramp to the ring. Cain stops just before the step and looks down at the ground takes breaths before quickly looking back up flipping his wet hair, before walking up the steps and gets into the ring. Samson remains on the floor, looking up at his newest client. Cain yells again as he shows is crazy look again as he grabs the top rope looking at the crowd as the lights return to normal.
Torres: Introducing first hailing from Brooklyn, New York….weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet six inches….he is a former 1WM Tag Team Championship...he is the Pain Maker….CAINNNNN DOMINGEUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!
"Wonderful Life" by Bring Me the Horizon hits the PA system and immediately begins to sound throughout the arena. Jacob Striker steps out onto the stage, smirking confidently. At the :20 mark of the song, he begins to strut the ramp, his expression remaining the same as he makes sure to keep a comfortable distance from the members of the audience. He runs up the steel steps and enters the ring, spinning around a few times with his arms outstretched before he comes to a stop, the abrasively confident smirk still on his face.
Torres And his partner hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is the former Pride of 1WM Champion….he is the Straight Shooter….JACOBBBBBB STRIKEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: These two men have to rank right up there at the top as most despicable in 1WM right now, America. The brazen attack that they perpetrated at Legendary Eighteen was just…
America: A thing of beauty. Cain showing that court jester Lash that he was the anchor holding him back when they teamed together and Jacob finally releasing the anger inside and letting loose on Jenn. I love it!
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. Lash reaches the ring and he smirks as he shows off his raw athleticism by skinning the cat. Lash starts running the ropes as he awaits his opponent.
Torres: And their opponents, first, hailing from Calabasas, California….weighing in at one hundred and eighty-eight pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is a former 1WM Tag Team Champion….he is Diamond...LASHHHHHH DONOHUUUUUUEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew, 1WM World Heavyweight Championship title secured around her waist, makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: And his partner, hailing from Manchester, England….weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at five feet….representing The Seoul Queens….she is the current reigning 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is the Rebel Queen...JENNNNN DREEEEEWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The amount of talent in this match is...well, it’s incredible!
America: It’s going to be interesting to see who manages to win this one!
Surprisingly, Jenn Drew steps into the ring to get things started for her team, Jacob doing the same for his. The fans cheer in anticipation as the referee calls for the bell, making the match underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Jacob continues to stand in his corner of the ring, staring at Jenn with.nothing but contempt. Jenn charges forward, blasting Jacob in the mouth with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Jacob stumbles from the impact. Jenn grabs hold of him and tries to shoot Jacob across the ring. Jacob reverses the attempt and follows close behind her, though she’s able to use this to her advantage as she springboards off of the ropes and catches Jacob with a knee to the mouth! Jacob drops to then mat and rolls over to the ropes.
Taj: I don’t think Jacob expected that!
America: Well she’s the World Heavyweight Champion for a reason.
Jacob drags himself back up to his feet as Jenn closes the gap between the two of them. She hits Jacob in the ribs with a series of quick kicks before dragging him over toward the middle of the ring. Jenn sends Jacob crashing to the mat with a snapmare! She bounces off of the ropes and tries to send Jacob crashing to the mat with a running dropkick---only to have Jacob roll away from the attempt! Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Jenn charges at Jacob to keep her momentum going, only to have Jacob leap into the air and send her crashing to the mat with a spinning wheel kick! Jenn groggily pulls herself back up to her feet. Jacob pulls her up to her feet and snaps off a double underhook backbreaker!
America: Can you imagine what a one on one match between these two will look like?
Taj: I can only think it’s going to be a very brutal affair.
Jacob grabs hold of Jenn and tries to wrestle her into position for a bow and arrow hold, but Jenn frees herself from Jacob’s grasp. Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Jacob hits Jenn with a spinning backfist! Jenn bounces back off of the ropes and Jacob shoots her across the ring. He waits for her to come back on the rebound before lifting her into the air! Jenn reverses whatever Jacob’s attempting and sends him over toward his corner of the ring with a headscissors takedown! Jacob pops back up to his feet and Cain tags himself into the match!
Cain charges at Jenn, who tries to cut him off with a superkick---only to have Cain catch her foot in the air! He sweeps Jenn’s leg out from underneath her and sends her crashing to the mat! Cain then leaps into the air and lands on Jenn with an elbow drop, hooking the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!
Cain grabs Jenn and lifts her back up to her feet. He hits her in the mouth with an elbow shot, and then a second. Cain drives his knee into Jenn’s ribs and bounces off of the ropes, trying to plant her on the mat with a bulldog! Jenn blocks the attempt and sends Cain to the mat instead! Cain pulls himself back up to his feet and charges at Jenn---who leaps into the air and hits Cain with a knee shot to the mouth! He stumbles around as Jenn hurries over toward her corner of the ring and tags Lash into the match!
Taj: Big time CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
Lash charges into the ring and immediately begins to hit Cain with a series of right hands. Cain tries to fight back, but he’s unable to build any sort of momentum against Lash. Donohue knocks Cain against the ropes and shoots him across the ring. When Cain returns on the rebound, Lash lifts him into the air and slams Cain to the mat with a flapjack! Cain drags himself up to his feet groggily. Lash charges and hits Cain with a European uppercut that knocks him off balance! He then spins Cain around and lifts him into the air, slamming Cain to the mat with a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
THR...Jacob dives into the ring and breaks it up!
Taj: That could’ve been it!
America: You have to remember that Jacob is no stranger to tag team wrestling.
Jacob tries to pound away on Lash to wear him down. Lash turns and kicks Jacob in the head to send him stumbling! Jacob fights back with an enziguri! Jenn steps into the ring and defends her partner, hitting Jacob with a few quick strikes. She then hits him with a dropkick that sends Jacob crashing to the floor. Jenn steps onto the apron and pauses for a moment before leaping and hitting Jacob with an asai moonsault!
Taj: Picture perfect moonsault from our World Heavyweight Champion!
America: Even Lash is impressed!
Sure enough, Lash takes a moment to respect his partner’s athleticism. He then turns around to refocus his attention on Cain---who runs and connects with a Fade to Black (claymore kick)! Lash gets knocked back into a turnbuckle. Cain charges forward again and connects with a second Fade to Black! Lash barely remains upright and stumbles toward the middle of the ring. Cain snaps off a Spinal Shock (sitdown spinebuster)! He hooks the leg while covering.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match...Cain Dominguez and Jacob Stryker!!!
Taj: It didn’t take much of an opening…
America: Cain saw a chance and he took advantage of it!
Jake quickly re-enters the ring and hoists Jenn up into a dragon suplex before he quickly transitions the move midway through it into a grounded armbar with him quickly moving behind her and wedging his knee into a spot between her shoulder and shoulder blade. He uses his arms to grapevine Jenn's extended arm and he starts to push forward with his knee while easily leaning back with Jenn's arm with an almost proud look on his face.
Taj: What is this proving?! They won the match! Why are they doing this?!
America: Because they can...
Jake really starts to add even more pressure to what he's doing as Cain has Lash pinned in a corner stomping the holy hell out of him. After a few seconds, Jake releases the hold and goes over to Joshua Samson who hands him the World Title. Jake returns to the barely conscious Jenn and kneels right in front of her while holding the belt in her face.
Jacob Striker (w/o mic): Do you understand now, Jenn? At any time, you're *done*. Keep bragging, keep *screaming*.
Jake throws down the title right on Jenni’s chest before calmly leaving the ring and looking right into the eyes of America and Taj before giving them both a twisted but confident smile.
Taj: We are out of time, everyone! On behalf of my partner, America Vaughn, thank you for joining us at Legendary Nineteen!
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Griffin Hawkins: Who is it?!
Vance Isaac Parker: Griffin, this is it. Come on out...
He opens the door and steps outside the locker room.
Vance Isaac Parker: Earlier in the week we spoke of what will be called "The Griffin Incident". You know why I'm here. Now..are you ready to apologize to the intern that you brutally assaulted?
Griffin Hawkins: Dude..I've already apologized...
Vance Isaac Parker: Yes you did..but not to his face. And certainly not on camera.
Griffin Hawkins: Do I really have to do this? This is gonna be so awkward. If somebody threw me through a table I wouldn't want to see them either..
Vance Isaac Parker: Griffin..you're one of the most popular athletes on the roster. You're a seasoned veteran, a lot of the young talent on our roster look up to you. You need to do right by them by apologizing to this young man face to face. It's the right thing to do to someone you powerbombed over chicken.
He sighs, knowing there is no way out of this.
Griffin Hawkins: So after I apologize to him, that'll be the end of this?
Vance Isaac Parker: Yes, as long as you are sincere with your words. And you don't do this again. He's right down the hallway at the refreshment table...
He takes a deep breath and walks down to the table where the young intern dressed in a white shirt, blue jeans and glasses is present.
Griffin Hawkins: Uh..excuse me..
He looks at Griffin and takes a step back.
Cecil The Intern: Whoa!..easy..I don't want any trouble!
Griffin Hawkins: Relax man..relax. I'm not here to hurt you..I'm here to apologize.
Cecil The Intern: Apologize?...
Griffin Hawkins: Look..what happened to you, shouldn't have happened. I had a really bad day and I took it out on the first person I saw..which was you. There was no excuse for me driving you through a table..so I just wanted to say, I'm sorry...and it will never happen again.
Cecil The Intern: Well..if you really mean it, then I accept your apology Mr.Hawkins, thank you.
He nods and turns around to get his food. Griffin smiles.
Griffin Hawkins: You're a good kid Cecil.
He pats him on the back...but it turns out to be a little too hard as he knocks Cecil forward as he falls through the table, knocking him out. Griffin looks shocked, realizing what he just done.
Griffin Hawkins: ....oh find me in the Alps...
He turns around and sees VIP with his arms crossed, not looking pleased. Griffin awkwardly looks at Cecil, and then him.
Griffin Hawkins: Uhh....good luck tonight dude!
He quickly..yet awkwardly rushes off. Vance looks down at a fallen Cecil and groans annoyingly.
Vance Isaac Parker: Thousands of comics out of work, and I get stuck with this clown...
He and a few of the backstage crew check on him as we head back to ringside.
Taj: Something tells me Griffin isn't going to get a Christmas bonus..
America: You think?! That clumsy idiot will be lucky if that intern doesn't decide to sue him..or even the company for it being an unsafe working environment!
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Live from the Ericcsson Globe in Stockholm, Sweden
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Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY NINETEEN “STOCKHOLM SYNDROME”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: Less talk, more Legendary, Taj.
Taj: Well I suppose you’re right for once, America. Let’s get on with the show.
Backstage we see Greta Nyx, returning after a short injury, standing in front of a mirror and putting her hair up to get ready for the match. She already has on her purple ring gear and her jacket as she tightens the bow in her hair and stares at her own reflection for a second, not even realizing the camera has come in behind her.
Greta Nyx: You can do this...
Greta looks over in the mirror and sees the camera, the worried look on her face instantly becoming a huge smile as she sees it.
Greta Nyx: You snuck up on me there!
Brad the Camera Guy: Sorry about that.
Greta Nyx: No worries! You are probably wondering about this match coming up, right? Or if I am back to 100% since I was last seen here or something? Either way I am totally ready and I'm feeling better than ever. I've been training hard for this day and I plan on showing everyone here in amazing Sweden as well as everyone in our fantastic locker room what I'm capable of doing.
Greta leans up against the desk, looking off for a second and thinking about what to say for a brief second. Her stomach was full of butterflies but she didn't want to tell the world how nervous she really was.
Greta Nyx: Olivia Blue seems like a great opponent too. She is spunky and talented. In fact she is a lot like me so I think we can really do something special out there. She has been really quiet going into this match so I don't know what her thoughts on it are but I imagine she wants to win it just as bad as I do. I have to keep on her, focus and do everything to win. One mistake and I could blow this comeback right away. So far in my 1MW career I am one and one so I need to get things back on the winning side of things. This is a big big match for me and I'm ready to prove that I can be a big name in 1WM and that I'm more than just another second generation star trying to make a name off their parent. Olivia, if you are watching, good luck out there tonight and let's have a killer match!
Greta smiles, flashing a peace sign at the camera, before she stands up straight. She looks back in the mirror to fix her jacket before heading off towards the exit of her locker room and towards the ring. She was opening the show and she did not want to be late.
In-Ring Return Match
Greta Nyx vs. Olivia Blue
Greta Nyx vs. Olivia Blue
The bell sounds and Olivia moves in to lock-up only for Greta to duck under and run to the ropes. She jumps up into a springboard moonsault that lands perfectly, taking Olivia down to the mat flat on her back. Greta hooks the leg and holds for the lateral press.
One...
Two...kick out.
Both competitors get to their feet and Greta kicks Olivia dead in the face. Olivia falls back into the ropes. Greta sends her over the top to the floor with a big running clothesline. With Olivia on the floor, Greta runs across the ring, rebounds off the far ropes, and comes roaring back across the ring for a baseball slide that sends Olivia hard into the guardrail! Olivia hits the steel and bounces back a couple of steps before Greta sopringabords over the top rope into a crossbody that takes both of them to the floor!
Taj: Greta just seems to be on a mission tonight!
America: When is she not?
Taj: We haven’t seen her in a while!
America: And her return is no different than she was before!
Greta drags Olivia up and rolls her into the ring. She slides in and covers, hooking the leg for the lateral press.
One...
Two...
T...OLIVIA GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Greta gets to her feet and starts stomping angrily away on Olivia almost as if she is personally insulted that she hasn’t folded yet. Greta steps away, shakes her head, and then motions at Olivia to stand up. Olivia does so and Greta moves in. Olivia sees her coming and throws a clothesline. Greta ducks under and jumps into a rolling cradle.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
Greta hooks her for another cradle.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
As they go to stand up, Olivia hooks her for a backslide. Greta rolls through, flipping over for a snap DDT. As they land, Greta rolls Olivia over into an inside cradle.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
They slowly stagger up and Greta runs forward to connect with her Blood Moon (running single leg high knee)! Greta drops and covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Taj: Greta got her!
America: Was there ever any doubt, Taj?
Taj: Olivia was very game though, America!
America: Not game enough!
Torres: The winner of this match….Greta Nyx!!!
Taj: A triumphant return by the niece of Solomon Monster.
America: Uncle Sol truly has to be proud.
Suddenly a low rumbling “BOOO” snakes through the arena as 1WM's less scrupulous correspondent, Mickey “Mouse” Greer, pops up on the big screen making his way through the arena hallways.
Taj: Here we go..
As always, Greer is 'on the hunt' and is armed with his trusty microphone.
America: Here WHAT goes, Taj? The man is just doing his job.
Before Taj can respond, the Stockholm crowd spots Lash Donohue suited up for the main event, turning the corner. As Lash tries to sneak by Greer, Stockholm goes CRAZY for him and blows his cover..
America: You ain't getting out of it that easy, Lash!
Lash silently cusses the fans as Mickey hears the commotion and turns around. A sneer forms on the face of Mouse as he flips the switch on that mic.
Mickey Greer: Well, look what the ca..
The crowd gasps as Lash cuts him off at the pass by simply closing his eyes and cupping a hand over the end of Mickey's microphone.
*BIFF!*
The fans break into laughter with the sound that the microphone makes as Lash shoves Mickey's own arm up into his own jaw, forcing him to uppercut himself.
Mickey Greer: You son of a b..
*BIFF!*
America: The blatant disrespect of this little punk! Smack this kid, Mouse! Don't take that!
Lash makes him do it again, eliciting another laugh from the fans.
Lash Donohue: Aight, Greer. Once more. From the top.
Mickey straightens up his posture and his tie, trying to regain some of the 'ground' Lash has robbed him of.
Mickey Greer: Lash Donohue. Here you are as one half of a team set to take on the two men who turned their backs on you at Le..
There's a squeak from the P.A as Lash shakes his head and merely snatches the mic out of Mickey's hand, and there's another *BIFF!* and chuckle from the Stockholm crowd as Lash bops Greer on the head for good measure.
Lash Donohue: Yo I'ma smash down the fourth wall for just a second. I'm taking a bath on this doofus, Cedric. I'ma conduct my own interview. Get outta here, you..
Mickey Greer: But Lash! That's my mi..
Lash growls as he pie faces Mouse so hard that he disappears off screen, followed by a clattering sound as Mickey apparently knocks over a display as he falls against the wall.
Lash Donohue: Correction. It's MY mic!
Lash grins with a bit of triumph, nodding purposefully as Stockholm supports his choice to boot Greer out of the literal picture. Lash paces for a second, clearing his throat before looking back up to face the lens.
Lash Donohue: Yo, Stockholm. You wanna see Striker and Dominguez get their freakin' heads stapled together TONIGHT??
Lash beams as once again, Sweden sounds off with their support.
Lash Donohue: Okay, for real though. As much as Dominguez and Striker are deserving of what's about to fall on their damn heads, let's get this one little thing straight right off the bat. I am under absolutely no illusions regarding our World champion, Jenni Drew. I know what she's capable of doing..
Lash gives the camera something of a bitter smirk.
Lash Donohue: I also am well versed in what she's capable of not doing.
A low BOOO rumbles through the Dome as Lash recounts the various discrepancies in his head, and Stockholm seems to do the same. Lash waves off the BOO, however.
Lash Donohue: Hold ya horses, Stockholm. Whether Drew is truly in this or whether she's just gonna stand there writing in her stupid book or not is of no consequence! Listen to me..
The crowd hushes down a bit to hear Donohue out.
Lash Donohue: I say that, because I have one hundred percent allowed for such an occurrence. I expect it. It's a Drew thang. If she lifts a finger, it will be a pleasant surprise..
Lash chuckles to himself, in his own head feeling like it's a foregone conclusion he will be doing the hard work.
Lash Donohue: But even more importantly? Jacob Striker and Cain Dominguez? Well ain't yall shit outta luck. You guys went ahead and pissed Lash freakin' Donohue off so much that it truly doesn't matter if Drew wants to play ball or not! I'ma take you down. I'ma teach you how not to do business in this goddamn circus of a career we all chose! I'ma do it for everyone on the roster who are taking so much heat from every direction that they ain't got a clue who to turn to or what's happening next! This one's on me, and it's on JD if she so chooses. But hell, I'ma take it to you BOTH if I absolutely have to. And I won't look back twice. Oh no..
Lash scowls as a groan from Greer cuts him off in the middle of a sentence.
Lash Donohue: FINE!
Lash growls out his last sentence.
Lash Donohue: Dominguez. Striker. I'ma choke you guys out with my fn dreadlocks. I'll see ya out there!
With a growl, the camera follows as Lash heaves the microphone as hard as he can at Greer. A loud BANG emanates as it hits the wall right next to his head, and the sound tech quickly cuts off the channel before it can feedback. With this, the camera swings back to the commentary desk.
America: Oh I sure do hope that Jacob and Cain take it to him with extreme prejudice tonight!
Taj: Nope! I like Lash's narrative where he's taking down his former friends whether they like it or not a lot better!
America: Of course you do. We're gonna be back, folks. We need a commercial yesterday..
The crowd in Sweden is still buzzing after that fire opener, the Ericsson Globe is eager for the next match to get underway. However veternan interview, Butterscotch Monroe is eager to get a few words from one of the competitors beforehand. Prepping for his debut, Donnie Prower was pacing backstage with large yellow headphones on, he was vibing to the music & putting himself in the zone. There was a lot of tension going into this contest against Vance Isaac Parker. Monroe got his attention with a quick wave and Prower was more than happy to oblige her with a few words. He removed his headphones and approached, still bouncing on the balls of feet, Donnie was keeping the energy going.
Butterscotch Monroe: Donnie, I know you are mere moments from your One Wrestle Movement but you have generated a buzz going into this match against VIP, some would argue that buzz being more negative than positive.
Donnie Prower: Let me put this out there for ya, there wasn't no buzz until I spoke it into existence. There was another company man just cruising like he always do so I had to put him on blast, this is a new wave. Call it negative or maybe it was necessary? Makes you think doesn't it?
Prower smirks as Butterscotch gives herself a moment to think on it.
Butterscotch Monroe: Putting on blast seems to have been your thing lately, numerous individuals in the locker room have taken to speaking out against your remarks.
Donnie Prower: They just don't wanna have to hear the truth, that's it. We trying to evolve or nah? These locker room leaders are just crafting an environment for themselves. They pucker their lips, kiss ass, & get away with the bare minimum with no consequences for it. What we got for it? I gotta watch Dom Tirri promote physical abuse on people just trying to live, Griffin Hawkins getting to slide with racial insensitivity, or Ursula calling on hazing anyone who speaks out. This what we want this place to be?
Monroe hangs her head & lowers the microphone.
Donnie Prower: Naaaah we ain't stopping here. Since day one I got told where my place belongs in this locker room by all of them, these faces ain't nothing but two faced. Nobody gets to tell me my place, I don't give a damn what they’ve done or who they are. That mindset? I'm ending it. I'm calling a spade a spade, that's it, so how let's call out Vance for the spade he's been. That cool with you?
She steadies herself as Donnie looks into the camera.
Donnie Prower: They gave you a seat at commentary, they gave you a weekly segment, hell they even let you wrestle. You still ain't over, you just burning a whole in the pocket of One Wrestle Movement. That money belongs to the real workers, the actual grinders, legit wrestlers who live for this. How about we pay the people who gotta set up that talk show that people turn off regularly, how about that?
You can hear some applause from a few stage hands overhearing Prower going off.
Donnie Prower: I've been committed to this since I hit the mat ten years ago meanwhile Vance; yeah let's just call him Vance cause he ain't even been a damn VIP anywhere, Vance was failing to even break it in daytime television. You tried talking down to me? Like you got any authority in this wrestling game as a rejected actor, who's man is this? The only thing I think he actually mastered was deflection and deceit, you ain't done half the things you claim. It's the twenty-first century partner, internet exist. You're main man padlocked up after he couldn't hang; you won't even speak my name Vance. You ain't shit; you never will be shit, that's the truth.
Donnie digs into the shirt he was wearing, pulling out a yellow and white tiger stylized mask.
Donnie Prower: Now let me do something Vance ain't done in his life, go to work; make this money.
He puts the mask over his head and puts his headphones back on. Prower again goes back into the groove, bobbing back and forth to the music. Donnie walks away from Butterscotch still keeping that same energy. He shows respect to the few workers with fist bumps and words of encouragement, Donnie Prower fades into the background approaching the entrance tunnel. Monroe gives a few words to the camera hyping up the match we're about to see before the scene comes to a close.
Debut Match
Victoria MacKenzie vs. Solomon Monster
Victoria MacKenzie vs. Solomon Monster
As the two circle the ring, Victoria just seems to be searching for an opening, while Solomon's circling has a decidedly more predatory feel. They lock up, and Solomon's strength advantage comes into play immediately as he reels Victoria in and lands a heavy-looking powerslam. Solomon gets down on one knee and clinches Victoria's midsection.
America: My boy Solomon looking to ragdoll Victoria with a deadlift gutwrench powerbomb!
Victoria gets a POP as she manages to free herself and land in the perfect position to dump Solomon with a high angle neckbreaker!
Taj: Victoria looking for the early cover!
One…
Two...kick out!
America: Of course she didn't get it! Is she stupid?
Undeterred, Victoria hooks up the arms and tries to roll Solomon into a crucifix armbar, yet Solomon uses his brute strength to break free, and immediately decking Victoria with a harsh open palm strike as soon as he has a free arm!
Taj: Oof..
While the Stockholm crowd doesn't exactly love Solomon, they make a lot of noise as palm strike after palm strike connects on Victoria, finally resulting in Victoria slumping in a corner. Solomon bounces Victoria's head off the top turnbuckle pad which sends her staggering for a few moments. Solomon rushes forward and Victoria catches him with a big belly-to-belly suplex! The fans light up as Victoria straddles Solomon and commences to ground and pound.
Taj: Victoria stated this was going to be a hoss fight. She is staying true to her words.
America: I don’t think she wants a ground game with Solomon. I mean, he is a part time mixed martial artist.
Solomon, a trained MMA fighter, is able to cover up from most of the blows raining down upon him. He manages to connect with a throat punch that sends Victoria clutching her throat and gasping for breath. Getting back to his feet, Solomon grins evilly as he looks down at Victoria. He shakes his head dismissively as he marches over to the corner and rips the turnbuckle pad clean off, hurling it out to ringside.
Taj: I really don't know what Solomon is thinking here?
Solomon drags Victoria to her feet and doubles her over with a kick to the gut.
America: I think he's about to break her damn spine with a bare buckle bomb!
Taj: Thi is gone on too far! Somebody has to do something!
As if on cue, the newly signed Harmony Sparkle leaps the barricade and slides into the ring.
America: Who the hell?!
Taj: That is Harmony Sparkle, Victoria’s Totally Extra tag team partner! She’s just recently inked a contract with the company.
The referee immediately calls for the bell as Harmony drags Victoria down out of the buckle bomb position and then starts laying the boots in on Solomon!
Torres: The winner of this match….as result of a disqualification…….Solomon Monster!
The fans get even louder as a furious looking Greta Nyx comes running down the ramp as fast as she can, rolls into the ring, and starts cleaning house!
Taj: It's Greta! Greta Nyx is here to even the score!
America: Leaping forearm! McKenzie is down! BOOM! Superkick right to the moosh of Harmony!
The fans are super loud as Victoria gets back up, snarls and lunges at Greta but she just ends up eating a spinning backfist!
Taj: Greta is on fire!
America: You GO, Greta!
Greta quickly rallies Solomon and gets him to his feet just as Totally Extra look to be making a sneak attack, but seeing Greta and Solomon ready to go has made them think better of it, tuck tail, and scoot back up the ramp, making threats from afar. Kartel music hits the system as Greta checks on Solomon one more time, yet he definitely seems more angry than hurt.
Taj: I don’t think Totally Extra realize what they have started doing this to Solomon?
America: They’re good as dead. But right now, there are bigger fish to fry. And much like your pedantic whining, Taj? This broadcast has bigger fish to fry! Let's go backstage already!
There was little to no fanfare this evening. Just a black steel folding chair in the center of a plain room, a company banner hung on the back wall, “#JoinTheMovement”, it said. It wasn’t a dressing room, no lockers were visible. Sometimes a room and a chair is all that was needed to get the message across. Vance Isaac Parker walked in, he was dressed in his usual green double pinstripe track pants, his signature shirt (as seen here:
Vance Isaac Parker: It was four months ago I first came to this company. I remember what it felt like being in a new place, where nobody knows you, and nobody cares if you succeed or fail. I remember my first professional match in front of a camera, against another who was debuting for this company. We could have been dead on arrival, but through our own perseverance and willpower, we turned our nothing into something, and, I’d like to say we succeeded. After all, look where we’re at. I’ve become someone who is seemingly well-liked in the locker room, has been given opportunities to host a live microphone segment, and even become one of the leading voices of our network show, EPIC. It hardly seems like it’s been just four months, but nevertheless, here we are. I wear a lot of hats for this company, because this company trusts that I can get things done. I’m proud of earning that trust with the company through my work ethic.
Vance shrugs his shoulders back.
Vance Isaac Parker: Now we come full circle, with another brand new debuting individual. Again, this match involves myself, but I’m on the other side of the match. I understand how scared you are, D.P. you only get one first impression. You’re lucky you get to start with myself, because anyone else wouldn’t...well, let’s just get blunt, anyone else on this roster wouldn’t put up with your bullcrap, especially not as long as I have. But I’m a professional, and if the company deems this is the best for both parties, then that’s what I’m going to do. You’ve sat back and disparaged every single thing I’ve done, every single thing I’ve said, and for what? Where has that gotten you? Because if I’m truly ‘nothing’ as you’ve said, what does that say about how the company perceives you, such that I’m the only one the company deemed to put you with? Worse still, what happens if I beat you, after you called me ‘nothing’? What’s that make you? Who outside of your twitter kliq that isn’t even employed here, believes a word you’ve had to say? Let’s get something straight; they don’t work here, and they don’t matter. You need to worry about impressing us on this roster, and making us believe in you. But you haven’t done that. You’ve made enemies of everyone, you’ve been kicked out of the locker room, and you’re on your last legs with me. You know what they say about me? It’s said that I can have a match with anyone...and if you can’t work with Vance, then you’re a lost cause to this company. Check yourself, and turn it around, before you find yourself in the unemployment office.
Vance stands up, turns his hat back around, and heads for the door. Once he turns the knob and pulls it open, he stops, looking back once more.
Vance Isaac Parker: We’re going to have this match, because that’s what professionals do. After that I’m done. There will be no more speaking to you. No more fighting. There won’t be another match. This right here, is me half turning my back on you, and once I walk through this door...the rest is on yourself to stay down this path, or get your act together and contribute like the family One Dub is, not the dysfunctional quintessential television family you erroneously believe this is. We’re all here because we chose to be here, and if you’re just here for a payday, then we don’t need you here. We don’t want you here. You’re not welcome. So drop the attitude, before the company drops you.
Vance walks the rest of the way through the doorway, slamming it behind him, and leaving the solemn set to draw to a slow fade.
Debut Match
Donnie Prower vs. “VIP” Vance Isaac Parker
Donnie Prower vs. “VIP” Vance Isaac Parker
The referee looks at both men to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
VIP takes a moment to get the fans riled up from his corner. He then turns to smirk at Donnie, who looks moderately disgusted by his opponent's lack of focus.
Taj: This two men have quickly become rivals with opposing views about this business.
America: Well it’s not Donnie’s fault he’s been pointing out the obvious about the Very Important Puppet. Everyone sees it but have been afraid to point it out.
The two newly minted rivals approach each other near the center of the ring. VIP hits Donnie with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third. The fans begin to show their support for VIP as he appears as though he's taking control of the match. Unfortunately for him, Donnie begins to fight back with a few hard chops of his own.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO! WOOO!
Donnie grabs hold of VIP and shoots him across the ring. When VIP returns on the rebound, Donnie sends him to the mat with a crisp armdrag! Donnie immediately locks in a hammerlock to further apply pressure to VIP's arm while bringing him back up to his feet. VIP desperately tries to fight for position, but Donnie responds by running VIP into the turnbuckle. He backs VIP toward the middle of the ring and lifts him into the air, slamming him to the mat with a German suplex! He bridges it into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...VIP kicks out!
Taj: I’m a firm believer that anything can happen on any given night, but on paper Vance, the rookie wrestler, really has no chance against Donnie, the experienced wrestler.
America: On paper or in the ring. Donnie is putting Vance through the paces and I’m loving it!
Once again, Donnie gets VIP into position for a hammerlock and begins to apply pressure. This time, he manages to keep VIP grounded on the mat. VIP tries to make it up to his feet, but Donnie transitions to a front facelock and delivers a few knee strikes to wear VIP down. Donnie tries to spin VIP into a neckbreaker, but VIP blocks the attempt! VIP shoves Donnie away. Donnie stumbles a few steps and regains his balance---only to have VIP run at him and send him crashing to the mat with a clothesline! VIP charges at Donnie and hits him with a second, before hoisting him into the air for a big vertical suplex! The fans once again begin to rally around VIP, who calls for the fans to get louder.
America: He’s such a shill!
Donnie pulls himself back up to his feet and VIP charges at him. VIP leaps into the air and tries to set him up for an enziguri. Donnie ducks underneath the attempt! VIP crashes hard to the mat and Donnie immediately grabs hold of his right leg, setting him up for a single leg Boston crab!
Taj: Donnie is an impressive technical wrestler and he's putting that on display right now!
VIP's eyes go wide in pain as he tries to crawl toward the ropes. Donnie continues to keep the hold applied as VIP just barely gets his fingers on the ropes. Donnie doesn't break the hold, the referee coming over and counting.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
FI...Donnie releases the hold.
VIP grabs hold of the ropes and tries to pull himself back up to his feet---only to have Donnie run over and slam VIP's knee into the mat! The referee immediately forces Donnie to back away from VIP. Donnie grins despite the crowd's negative response. Once VIP is finally back on his feet, Donnie charges. VIP is ready for it as he lifts Donnie into the air and drops him onto the ropes! Donnie pulls himself up to his feet as VIP charges. Donnie uses VIP's momentum against him and tosses him over the top rope and out onto the floor!
Taj: Every time it looks like VIP's going to gain control of this match...
America: Donnie is ready for it! And that, my dear Taj, is what separates an actor playing at being a wrestler versus a wrestler being a wrestler.
Donnie follows VIP out to the floor. VIP pulls himself back up to his feet as Donnie hits him with a hard chop to the chest!
Crowd: WOOO!
Donnie follows it up with a second.
Crowd: WOOO!
Donnie then grabs hold of VIP, lifts him into the air, and drops VIP onto his knee for a kneebreaker! VIP stumbles around in pain before Donnie throws him hard into the steel steps! VIP's knee bounces off of it as he tries to keep himself upright. The referee continues to count both wrestlers out in the ring.
Three…
Four...
Donnie notices and turns around, trying to get back into the ring. Before he can, VIP staggers over toward Donnie and pulls him out to the floor. Donnie tries to shove VIP away from him, but VIP responds by hitting Donnie with a devastating elbow smash!
Seven…
Eight...
Donnie takes a moment to recover but VIP hits him with a diving clothesline that sends both wrestlers crashing to the floor!
Nine...
VIP grabs hold of the apron and pulls himself back up to his feet, but before he can roll back into the ring, the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially a double countout!
Torres: This match has officially been ruled a draw as a result of a double countout!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Taj: At this point it seems that neither Vance or Donnie have a care in the world about a double countout. They are looking to really hurt each other!
The two men continue to throw heavy, stiff punches brawling their way up the rampway toward the backstage area.
Both Jane and Sadie were down after the interference in their tag title match at Legendary 18, as the two of them discuss what happened on the way to the saloon.
Sadie Cassidy: We had those idiots beat at every corner. Can't believe those meatheads aligned with them.
Jane Adler: Yeah... we should have had that match. I'm really down about it.
She said, as the two were in the dumps a bit from their fight. Just as they began to round the corner towards their saloon, there, leaning against the wall was Jenn Drew once again. She had her One Wrestle Championship around her waist as she looked up, seeing them beginning to approach her.
Jenn Drew: Lesson number one, always expect the unexpected. If I were you two, I wouldn't be down, I'd be pissed off.
Jenn brings herself up from the wall and begins to walk right towards them.
Sadie Cassidy: I mean, of course we're angry. Bastard cuffed me to the railing.
She said, though disappointed she was helpless to protect Jane.
Jane Adler: I just can't understand why anyone would lower themselves to work with such vile lowlifes like the Headhunters.
Jenn Drew: You play their game. Cheat them before they can cheat you.
Jenn replied to them as she walked closer to the two women and standing in between them.
Jenn Drew: Being honorable and fighting the "right" way gets you nowhere as you clearly saw tonight.
Jane Adler: No, that's not true... we won the belts before...
She said, but Sadie would interrupt her.
Sadie Cassidy: But what has that gotten us now? We hadn't even been a thought in their heads until lately. Maybe Jenn's right...
Jenn Drew: You both know I'm right. Stand by my side and I promise you two will make it to the top once again.
Jenn grins as she puts an arm around each of the two women and looked at both of them. They both look at her, and give her a bit of a hug, hoping to reclaim their former glory as they embrace her.
Sadie Cassidy: Thank you, Jenn... no one believed in us anymore.
She said, as Jane chimed in.
Jane Adler: We promise that we're going to make things right, and beat down those no good bastards.
Jenn Drew: I'll teach you both how to be real winners in no time at all.
Jenn grins, bringing them in tight to her as she looks both of them over.
Jenn Drew: Winners win at all costs.
Jane Adler: Right. And next time we're going to win!
She said with a bit more eager of a tone, as Sadie would smile a bit.
Sadie Cassidy: Let's get the champ a drink and we'll talk business.
Jenn Drew: Lead the way, ladies.
They each lock an arm with Jenn, as they escort her to their saloon, going through the doors as we fade to black.
The scene cuts backstage to Victoria Salinas who is in a bright mood, as she should be considering all the momentum that she’s been able to build up since coming to 1WM. Still, she knows that she can’t take anything for granted and she’s back to focusing on the business at hand as she begins to express her thoughts.
Victoria Salinas: Katrina Culpepper had a chance to get back at me for the way I interrupted her fun a few weeks back. But in the end? She wasn’t able to pull through. I managed to stand up to her again and I managed to beat her in the ring when it counts. I continue to show why I deserve to be on this roster. I know that on my first night here, there were some shenanigans involving the two matches that I wrestled and everything, but ever since then, I’ve proven that I am a force to be reckoned with. Don Tirri? Took care of him. Bianca Davis and Tiffany Page? Took care of them. Katrina Culpepper? Took care of her. And now, I’m going to be facing someone that got EXTREMELY OFFENDED by the fact that I referred to him as ‘some new guy’ he had to quote tweet me on Twitter and be a complete sarcastic dick about it. I can’t necessarily say sorry to that Leroy, because the fact of the matter is, you’ve only had one match here. I’m not even going to harp on the fact that you lost the match, but there is one question I am going to ask you.
What are you all about? Are you someone that is ultimately going to stick around here and actually make a real impact? Are you someone that is actually going to stand out from the pack? Or are you going to be one of those guys that arrives, wrestles, leaves and doesn’t do anything else to promote themselves or to promote what they’re all about and what they are capable of?
Because one look on your social media page and what do I see? I don’t see a damn thing. I’m not talking about your wrestling ability. I’m talking about the fact that there’s really nothing to see there. You couldn’t even have the respect to acknowledge your opponent by name after you lost in your debut match but you want to make even the smallest deal out of the fact that I referred to you as ‘some new guy’? I’m going to let you in on a secret here, Leroy. That wasn’t an accident. That wasn’t an insult. But it was deliberate. I wanted to see how you’d react to you getting a taste of your own medicine and you clearly didn’t take it well based on the way that you acknowledged it and suddenly went ‘poof, silent’ afterward. We don’t even know how good you are because you don’t even bother having any heart or passion for what you do whatsoever. You spend your career in other continents and other countries and that’s basically all anyone knows about you. I think it’s quite clear to me that you’re just someone that’s really in the business for a paycheck and for your own ego, if you get what I’m saying.
Shame, really. A lesser wrestler would look at you and completely overlook you, but I’m not going to do that. I treat just about every opponent I face the same for the most part and I’m nto someone that is going to let my guard down against you. Show me something, Leroy. Show me that at the very least, there’s a spark in that poor excuse of a heart that you have within you. Because quite honestly? The older I get and the more experienced I become, the less fond I become of wrestlers that are like you. But again, you may very well be more than what you seem on the surface and that's why I can’t and won’t make the same mistake against you that Don Tirri was at least professional enough to admit that he made against me. You don’t get to make a name for yourself at my expense, Leroy. I’ll be the first to tell you that right now. The way I see it? Tonight? The roll that I’ve been on is going to keep on rolling.
And soon enough? This company is truly going to see why I’m the game changer that I can be!
Victoria maintains her poise and her confidence as she departs from the scene and the scene fades to black.
Singles Match
Leroy vs. Victoria Salinas
Leroy vs. Victoria Salinas
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match before calling for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Leroy and Victoria immediately meet each other in the middle of the ring, Leroy hitting Victoria in the mouth with a forearm smash. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Victoria stumbles back from the impact. Leroy bounces off of the ropes to build momentum! Before he can strike Victoria on the rebound, Victoria leaps into the air and hits Leroy with a dropkick! Leroy rolls over toward the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Once he's up, he shakes his head and approaches Victoria in the middle of the ring. The two wrestlers circle around one another and wait for an opening to appear. Victoria grabs hold of Leroy and tries to wrestle him into a side headlock, but Leroy blocks the attempt and throws a hard elbow into Victoria's ribs. He then grabs Victoria by the hair and takes her down to the mat! Leroy drops an elbow onto Victoria and hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...Victoria kicks out!
Victoria starts to pull herself back up to her feet as Leroy runs at her and hits Victoria with a knee strike. Leroy follows it up with a second. Victoria tries to recover but Leroy tries to wrestle her into position for a Northern Lights suplex. Victoria spins out of Leroy's grasp and creates space between the two of them. Leroy tries to step toward Victoria, who attempts to hit Leroy in the jaw with a superkick! Leroy just barely ducks under the attempt, scurrying back toward the ropes.
Taj: If that would've hit...
America: Kicks like that are what make Victoria Salinas so dangerous!
Victoria happily smiles as Leroy pulls himself back up to his feet. Once Leroy is standing, Victoria closes the gap between the two of them and hits Leroy with a kick to the ribs. She follows it up with a second before pulling Leroy toward the middle of the ring.
Leroy tries to respond by shoving Victoria away from her and toward the ropes. Victoria grabs hold of them as Leroy charges at her and tries to send Victoria to the floor. Victoria positions herself between the ropes and kicks Leroy in the mouth before positioning herself on the apron. She steadies herself---waiting for Leroy to stop stumbling before springboarding into the ring and hitting Leroy with a crossbody! Victoria hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Victoria calls for the fans to cheer for her as Leroy groggily drags himself back up to his feet. Victoria bounces off of the ropes and seems like she's setting Leroy up for a shining wizard---only to have Leroy grab hold of her and roll Victoria up for the pin.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow, that was close!
America: These two are going back and forth!
Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Leroy charges at Victoria and tries to send her to the mat---only to have Victoria shove him away. Leroy staggers as Victoria runs to jump on the top turnbuckle, flips back, and hits her Vanity Breaker (somersault reverse DDT)! Victoria hooks the leg and covers..
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Victoria Salinas!!!
The show fades backstage to see the Pride of 1WM Champion Rei Park walking down the hallway, dressed to compete in her match later on in the show that would see her defend her championship again… this time against Bianca Davis. In her hands was a bag with hangul characters on it, inside a couple of bottles of banana milk loved by Koreans the world over and a gift for Rei’s friend Coda.
Tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear with a confident smile upon her face, she prances along the hall with some pep in her step while holding the bag in one hand and having her Pride of 1WM championship belt slung over her shoulder. She seems to be in a blissful state when she bumps into someone. She’s careful not to drop either item she was carrying before turning to the person.
Rei Park: 죄송하다. (I’m sorry)
Looking up, she can see that it is the new backstage interviewer from Epic, Dae-Hyun Lee. The young twenty-something responds with wide eyes in disbelief at the sight in front of him.
Dae-hyun Lee: 레이?! 이런. (Rei?! Oh my gosh.)
The Korean-American interviewer quickly switches to English after checking if there’s a camera nearby.
Dae-hyun Lee: I’m such a big fan! Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions before your big title match tonight? I promise it won’t take long!
Rei Park: Really? Thanks! That’s sweet of you to ask if you can ask questions. Normally I’m bum rushed and caught off guard. But I get it… that is some peoples’ style I guess. And I would love to answer a few questions.
Lee clears his throat, helping Rei by grabbing the bag she held and putting it off to the side. Rei blushes ever so slightly as she smiles just a little bit wider.
Dae-hyun Lee: At Glory 14, the first episode of what they’re calling The VIP Room happened. Justice Cross was interviewed, and the match she had against you was one of the major topics of discussion. It got everybody talking! So, I was just wondering if you’d like to comment on that at all?
Rei purses her lips a bit, pulling them off to the side as she rolls her eyes ever so slightly… but still noticeable enough for Dae-hyun to notice. A slight sigh escapes from her lips as she relaxes her posture and facial expression.
Rei Park: I knew from the moment she was announced as his guest that it would be comical. It lived up to my expectations. Justice Cross will try to twist any and everything around so that she doesn’t look like the fool that she is. The day after our match, she went on Twitter saying that it was not an I Quit Match or an I Give Up Match, which is literally the same thing. But we all saw her, clear as day, give up and quit the match. She was begging ME for mercy. She couldn’t face the fact that she submitted so she had to twist it around like she always does. You can’t be the pride or face of something if you give up and then complain that you lost. Heck, she even gave up on the VIP Room when the questions got tough. There seems to be a common occurrence here when it comes to Justice Cross.
Dae snickers, but tries to remain professional with the impromptu interview as he adjusts his suit jacket collar.
Dae-hyun Lee: And what do you think about Sweden? Are you enjoying yourself here?
Rei Park: Sweden is… nice. I’m so used to places like Seoul, Tokyo, New York and Miami though so it’s a bit of a culture shock for me. But yeah, I would say I’ve enjoyed my time here thus far. This 1WM World Domination Tour is allowing me to see places I’ve never seen and probably would not have seen otherwise. Only place I had been to before was Paris. I am holding out hope that there will be a stop in Tokyo or Seoul so that my family can come and see me in the ring.
A barely audible vibration is heard before Rei pulls her iPhone 12 from her back waistband. She quickly looks at the clock before her eyes grow wide… though she is quick to calm herself down.
Dae-hyun Lee: What’s your relationship with Coda?
Rei Park: Coda is one of my good friends. We bonded over the fact that we’re both of Korean ancestry, me only being half Korean. Though I can’t say the same for Mari. I thought we were cool but she’s been feeling a bit more standoffish. Actually, that bag I was holding had some banana milk in it for her… her meaning Coda. I know Coda has my back in terms of support and guidance and she knows that I support her. I’d love to face her some day down the road.
The interviewer nods, understandingly. Now his voice grows more stern, a base in his tone as he talks about tonight.
Dae-hyun Lee: Bianca Davis is scheduled to be your opponent tonight, but I’ve gotta wonder… What’s your opinion of her? Do you think she deserves a match for the illustrious Pride of 1WM Championship, or do you think she’s out of her depth?
Rei rolls her eyes a little bit as she shifts the weight of the championship belt from one shoulder to the other.
Rei Park: I was always told that if you can’t say anything nice, just say it anyway. Bianca Davis is nothing short of a materialistic, vapid, brainless nothing who peaked back in high school. She’s living in this Mean Girls world, but has NOTHING to show us that she’s worthy of anything. The only thing she’s been doing lately is dragging Justice down further than what she’s done herself. Bianca has had multiple shots at titles in her 1WM tenure… none of them have panned out. This one isn’t going to be any different than her other ones.
Dae-hyun Lee: Some of Bianca’s ‘friends’ are known to interfere in her matches. Are you at all afraid they’ll screw you over and take the title in a fluke victory? Will Kaede be out there to prevent that?
Rei Park: Bianca’s friends… well they’re not really her friends. At least, that’s what the recent exchange between them all seemed. Justice and Bianca both live in their own little worlds. Justice has screwed me over before and she’s not going to get the chance to do it again. Kaede will make sure of that. Heck, if Jenn and Coda wanted to come out too to prevent that they’re more than welcomed to.
Rei sighs a bit.
Rei Park: I know that Bianca blasted me with a chair shot. But that happened after the match, when my back was turned, because Bianca is a coward as much as she’s a vapid airhead. She could’ve slid right in and faced me mono e mono, but no, she waited til I turned around after sneaking up like a little bitch. I’m just lucky that my hair was able to cover the cut and that I didn’t need the stitches in for too long. Appa called me that night asking all the medical details pertaining to that. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re the only daughter of a doctor.
Dae nods, then looks back to the camera with a cheesy grin.
Dae-hyun Lee: Well, I think we’ve all learned a lot about you tonight, eh Rei? Now all that’s left to ask is this: Now that you’ll be facing Bianca “mono e mono” once and for all here tonight… What’s going to happen?
Rei Park: What’s going to happen is something very similar to the outcome of my match at Legendary 18. Whether it be a pin or another submission, I won’t be letting MY Pride of 1WM Championship. I busted my butt to get to where I am, including 3 hard fought matches. I’m not going to let someone who has not earned the show and who’s just skated by take it away from me… despite what she and her “executive representative” think. That whole group are nothing but overly hyped failures.
Rei reaches forward and takes back the bag with the banana milks.
Rei Park: I want to thank you for the interview Lee Dae-hyun. But I really must get these to Coda before my match in case they try to pull the same tired shenanigans again.
The two politely bow to one another as per Korean custom before Rei heads past Dae-hyun, bringing the interview to a finite conclusion.
Tag Team Match
Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson) vs. The Rebel Rousers (Chase Evans and Teddy Morse)
Strike 2 Kill (Liam Richardson and Miles Watson) vs. The Rebel Rousers (Chase Evans and Teddy Morse)
Teddy excitedly talks strategy with Chase, who steps out onto the apron and lets Teddy know that he can start the match off! On the other end of the ring, Liam gets ready to begin things for his team. The referee looks at both men and then calls for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Almost immediately, Teddy and Liam begin to circle around the ring, the two of them waiting for an opening to appear. Liam finally steps forward and hits Teddy in the chest with a hard chop!
Crowd: WOOO!
Liam follows it up with a second which knocks Teddy back against the ropes.
Crowd: WOOO!
Teddy tries to recover by fighting back with a forearm shot to Liam's face, though Liam uses Teddy's momentum to dodge the blow. He then grabs Teddy's arm and shoots him across the ring. When Teddy comes back on the rebound, Liam slams him down to the mat with an armdrag! Teddy slowly pops back up to his feet. Liam tries to use the opening to his advantage by charging at Teddy---only to have Teddy leap into the air and hit Liam with a leg lariat! The fans are on their feet. Liam groggily tries to drag himself back up to his feet.
Teddy turns his attention toward Liam and quickly nails him in the face with a few forearm shots to knock him back against the ropes. Once he's at the ropes, Teddy quickly ties up Liam's arms so that he can't protect himself and begins to fire off a series of kicks into Liam's ribs. Liam desperately tries to free himself so that he can block the blows, but by the time he frees his arms, Teddy drags him toward the center of the ring. He tries to get Liam into position for a snap suplex, but Liam blocks the attempt. Teddy again tries to lift Liam into the air, only to once again have Liam block the attempt. Liam then drives his knee HARD into Teddy's ribs. Teddy doubles over in pain and Liam quickly grabs hold of Teddy's head, sending him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Liam hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...Teddy kicks out!
Chase shakes his head on the apron before trying to get the crowd to rally behind Teddy. Liam grabs Teddy by the head and locks in a front facelock. He applies pressure while backing up to his corner of the ring. Miles tags himself into the match. Liam hits Teddy with another knee shot to the ribs before shoving Teddy away. Teddy stumbles for just a step as Miles plants him on the mat with a bulldog! He rolls Teddy over and covers.
One...
Two..
THR...KICK OUT!
Miles pulls Teddy up to his feet and hits him in the mouth with a few elbow shots to try and wear him down. Teddy tries to fight back but Miles is absolutely relentless with the elbow shots. Miles then shoots Teddy across the ring and steps toward the middle to meet him. Before he can do anything on the rebound, Teddy launches himself into the air and sends Miles crashing to the mat with a somersault clothesline! The fans are on their feet cheering! Teddy pops back up to his feet and delivers a capoeira leg drop onto Miles! He stays on top for the cover.
One..
Two...Miles kicks out!
He tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Teddy hit him with a hard kick that sends him crashing back to the mat. Teddy then backs up to his corner of the ring to regroup, Chase taking a deep breath and tagging himself into the match! Teddy's eyes go wide with excitement as he rushes over to Miles and nails him with an elbow shot. He then grabs hold of Miles to try and set him up for a double suplex---Chase helping slam Miles to the mat!
Miles tries to pull himself back up to his feet as Chase hits him with a series of European uppercuts. Each strike sends Miles stumbling back just a bit more. Chase then smirks and backs Miles up against the ropes. He hits her in the chest with a few hard chops before trying to shoot Miles across the ring.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Miles reverses the attempt and pulls Chase in, getting him into position for a Russian leg sweep! Chase fights his way out of the attempted move with a few elbow shots. He then shoves Miles away. Miles stumbles a few steps before turning around and charging at Chase, who steps forward and hits Miles with a crescendo kick! Miles crashes hard to the mat. Chase grabs hold of him, lifts him up, and Teddy drops him with a cutter completing their wheelbarrow cutter maneuver! Chase covers.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...the team of Teddy Morse and Chase Evans...the Rebel Rousers!
Taj: Another win for the Rebel Rousers! They are slowly climbing the contenders list in the tag team division.
America: There’s a list?! Meh. NEXT!
We open to a view of “Old School Cool” Don Tirri hanging around in a private skybox at the Ericsson Globe in Stockholm, Sweden, having been watching the goings of the night. His 1WM Glory championship is resting on a chair next to him, neatly folded. Tirri himself looks focused.
Don Tirri: It’s been a wild few weeks for me. First at Glory 14 I beat two tough-as-nails competitors to become the first ever OneDub Glory Champion. That was an absolute high spot for me not just in OneDub but in my career in general. But then came around Epic 4 and my match with the shaved ape Driller Jaworski.
Tirri lights up a cigarette, displeasure obvious on his face.
Don Tirri: I’ll give this much to Drill. He hung around a lot longer than I thought. I expected him to keel over in exhaustion at the 5 minute mark or the 10 minute mark the latest but he hung on and gave me a damn good fight. But everyone who watched the match knows I had him. He was in the Chokeout, and once I got that cinched in, ain’t nobody gonna break out. The ref had his hand up for the third time…
The big Finn slams the rail in front of him in frustration.
Don Tirri: And then the fucking headhunters came in. I mean sure. I shoulda seen it coming. I shoulda been able to predict that. I got caught out by my own professionalism and principles. Hell, I went around the backstage telling my friends to stay out of whatever might happen cause I wanted to do things the right way. Few offered to watch my back but I turned it down. And I paid for it.
Tirri stretches his neck, cracking it one way and then the other.
Don Tirri: Driller got me good after the run in by the Calloways. That shit HURT. But I’m still standing. Took me a few days to get my stride back but Driller? I’M STILL STANDING. You failed to put me down and out. I had you beat and even with help, you couldn’t put me out. I proved that what happened with ESJ was pure luck for Drill.
Reaching for the title belt, Tirri pulls it into the view.
Don Tirri: Ultimately I shouldn’t get my engine running by Driller or anyone in the damn Kali Kartel because they are not relevant to my interests. What is relevant to my interests is this championship and whoever gets anointed as the nr. 1 contender. Both Cordova and Marx have departed the company so the management gonna have to weigh their options. But whoever gets the nod to be the first one to try and pry this belt from my grasp… I’ll take em on. It can be a OneDub mainstay like Lash Donohue. It can be a walking force of nature like Ursula Von Rossbach. It can be a good friend of mine like Matthew Knox.It can be a wet-behind-the-ears rookie like Vance Issac Parker. Or it can be the very same Jackass I just beat in Driller Jaworski. I don’t care. I’ll take on anyone and everyone who is named the challenger.
The big finn lays the belt carefully back to the bench next to him, taking deep drags from his cigarette.
Don Tirri: Life is about to get interesting for me and for anyone thinking about stepping up to the plate. Give me a time and a place and I’ll defend what is mine. Because…
Tirri flicks his cigarette at the camera and winks.
Don Tirri: That is what professionals do.
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The cameraman pans through the back when he catches Justice Cross walking through the hall. She goes over to a door that leads to a posh sky box standing there. Taking a few breaths she opens that door and walks in, shutting it behind her. Once inside she walks over to Bianca Davis and looks at her.
Justice Cross: Bianca, you and I need to talk.
Bianca rolls her eyes as she hears the voice of Justice Cross, she turns on her heel dressed ready for her title match tonight as she says in a dismissive tone.
Bianca Davis: What do you even want to talk about? Last time I heard you were spouting all sorts of stuff on twitter about me and slandering my name?
Bianca said as she turned her attention back to her mirror, annoyed as she waited on Justice to speak.
Justice Cross: That’s what I came in here to talk to you about. I mean Joshua isn’t here to protect his client right now, which is you. So I figured that you and I could talk about this in a civilized manner.
Bianca rolled her eyes, as she scoffed in a haughty tone.
Bianca Davis: Okay, whatever, what do you have to say? Let's hear it.
Justice Cross: First of all, you are wrong about how you said I threw you under a bus. If I threw you under the bus then you would know. Second of all you said that I was ungrateful for the things you have done for me. I am far from an ungrateful person and I know how to thank those who have helped me along the way in my career.
Bianca keeps her eyes on her small mirror as he does the final touches to her make up, before putting it away. This time putting her eyes directly on Justice as she said.
Bianca Davis: Oh really you do, like you know how much help I have given you throughout this process. From showing you how to be successful, to giving you fashion and make up tips to many other things. You’re welcome for all that by the way.
Justice Cross: Ok I’m not going to talk about the fashion tips or the makeup tips right now but yes. I know how much help you have given me.
Bianca rolled her eyes, disgusted with Justice as she said.
Bianca Davis: Honey, if you listen to me you’d have gold this match would be between us, but you didn’t. Instead you verbally gave up, I mean I didn’t help you for myself I did it because Josh wanted me to do it, and the repayment of him for his faith in you?
Justice Cross: He has done nothing but try to guide me and help me along the way. But what you and Joshua don’t understand is I grew up in this business. It’s in my blood and I am only having trouble with things because I took a five year hiatus from the business. I’m just now finally getting back to where I want and I can do it on my own Bianca. People have been putting me down since the day I came here. They think I either get things handed to me or that I/m not as good as I say I am. I want to earn things. I need to prove to them that I can do what I say I will.
Bianca rolls her eyes, and puts her hand on her hip in annoyance.
Bianca Davis: I mean you beat Molly, it doesn’t matter how that was done but you pinned hte hobbit one, two and three. The reason you’re having trouble is because you keep backing from things, and what needs to be done, and how it needs to be done. I get success because I do what it takes like hitting that fugly little bitch of a champion Ugrei Park with a chair. You can do what you want but don’t go around slandering my name.
Justice Cross: I shouldn’t have beat Molly the way I did. It wasn’t a clean win. You sprayed her in the eyes with your perfume. And why would you hit Rei with a chair anyway? It was my match and not yours to interfere in. Don’t you get it Bianca? I want to do things the right way. I know I made you and Joshua mad. I’m sorry.
Bianca looks annoyed, but she smiles a bit Justice before speaking.
Bianca Davis: I do get it, but the thing is the right way doesn’t give results, it's what I've been trying to get through to you. Again, my way works people can cry about it all they want. It doesn't change anything. Also, why would I hit that uggo in the head? Because she deserved it, and totally needed it look at her ew. After tonight, that title will be around my waist because I do what it takes to get the job done. As far as your apology goes…
Bianca fluffs her hair before saying.
Bianca Davis: Whatever, if you agree to stop the slander, and speaking lies then I am sure I can talk to Josh who knows, maybe one day you can see the truth of the matter.
Justice Cross: I’ll stop blaming you for what happened. I know I said that I gave up. Just make sure you talk to him for me. He’s not very happy with me lately. And I understand why. By the way your gear is totally awesome tonight!
Bianca smiles as she shows it a bit off.
Bianca Davis: I will, and thanks it was custom made. I wanted it to be perfect. They really outdid themselves, didn't they?
Bianca says proudly. Looking at the gear then gazing around the room, Justice looked back at Bianca.
Justice Cross: I love your gear. But hey good luck tonight. I’ll be watching from the back. And don’t worry. I gave my word to Joshua that I wouldn’t do anything stupid during your match like interfere. He doesn’t believe me I know but I hope you do.
Bianca smiles before saying.
Bianca Davis: Well, I believe you will do the right thing and not get involved in it. I plan on making sure I walk out champion. Because, quite frankly it's time for a champion this company can be proud of that being me.
Justice Cross: And what happens if I do get involved? I mean just for example, if I do interfere, what will happen?
Bianca rolled her eyes in disgust.
Bianca Davis: You don’t wanna go there with me, trust me on that. I tend to make people who cross me live a living hell.
Justice Cross: Joshua would have me taken out anyway. Don't worry though. I won’t interfere. Come on, I’ll walk down to the gorilla with you before going to catering!
Justice heads to the door, opening it as they walk into the hall. The camera throws it back to the ring as both of them walk down a hall together discussing some things.
Tag Team Match
Kali Kartel (Jack Riggs and Driller Jaworski) vs. Regulators, Inc. (“Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy)
Kali Kartel (Jack Riggs and Driller Jaworski) vs. Regulators, Inc. (“Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy)
Taj: We’re going to take you to some pre-recorded comments made by Driller Jaworski and Jack Riggs regarding their contest tonight against Regulators, Incorporated. I understand they were at a bar when making these comments. Great way to prepare for the match.
America: I hope Driller took it easy with the alcohol. The last time he and Riggs went out drinking, he spent the night in the slammer.
Taj: Well, maybe he’ll end up there again and Riggs will have to fight the match on his own. Let’s hear what these two men have to say.
We cut to an exterior shot of a bar called Puben Gullmarsplan. We fade to the inside, where Driller and Jack are holding up shots. They yell out “Skål,” a Swedish toast. The other patrons follow by yelling “Skål” as well. Everyone clinks their glasses and downs their shots. The camera moves in on the two men and Driller looks the cameraman’s way.
Driller Jaworski: Look, Jack, a 1WM cameraman!
Jack Riggs: What the fuck?! We’re not on the clock right now! Go get fucked, asshole!
Driller Jaworski: Hold on, Jack. I’m actually glad there’s a camera on us right now because I have a message for Regulators, Incorporated and everybody else out there.
He looks into the camera.
Driller Jaworski: You see, there seems to be this idea that our brothers, Eric and Dexter Calloway, The Headhunters, are ordering us around. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Kali Kartel is not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill wrestling stable. Other wrestling stables? Yeah, they have somebody at the head who is barking orders and abusing their underlings. It’s not like that with us. See, we’re a family. When you’re in a family, you automatically know that you have to have their back. That’s all we did last month when we attacked you Regulator girls in Germany. We had our brothers’ backs. You two were trying to take something valuable away from them. I’m referring to the Tag Team Championships. The Headhunters worked long and hard for those belts, despite the efforts of One Wrestle Movement to keep the belts away from them for months. Jack and I knew that we had to be there to ensure that those titles stayed in our family. We didn’t have to be ordered to do that. We knew that instinctually.
He points at Jack Riggs.
Driller Jaworski: This guy right here goes way back with The Headhunters. He’s known them for years. You think he had to be told to get in that ring and drop you with Big Trouble, Jane? I don’t think so. And as for me, I’ve already told the story. The Headhunters accepted me when nobody else would. They appreciate me while everybody outside of Kali Kartel has made it their hobby to try and run me out of 1WM. You think I needed to be told to get in that ring and come to the aid of my brothers? Motherfuckers, I was put through two burning fucking tables and still got up to take you two down. Eric and Dexter would have understood if I just got in the ambulance and called it a night, but that was out of the question in my mind because love, respect, and loyalty towards my family means more to me than anything else in this world! And I’ll tell you something else. Tonight, nobody has to tell Jack and I to get into that ring and break you two in half. Hell, even we weren’t in the Kali Kartel, even if we didn’t care about keeping you two away from the Tag Team Championships, we’d still beat the crap out of you two. You know why? Because it’s what we like to do.
He points to Riggs again.
Driller Jaworski: This man broke another man’s ankle last week and sent him packing. I sent Erick St. John out of wrestling for good when I broke his orbital bone at Epic 2. Call us sick, call us depraved, call us whatever you want. We don’t care because we do what we like to do, and injuring people is what we enjoy. So girls, instead of worrying about our motivations and what goes on in our family, maybe worry about how you’re going to survive Jack and Drill tonight! Now, I’m gonna go back to drinking while Jack says something sinister to you two bitches.
Driller picks up his beer and chugs away. Jack slips off up his stool, lifting up his beer and taking a sip. He looks at it for a second and throws the whole full glass on the floor at his feet, glaring at the bartender.
Jack Riggs: This some fucking hipster IPA bullshit? Don't you ever fucking give me this bullshit again or I'll end your Swedish ass.
Jack shakes his head before turning back to the camera, slapping Driller on the back violently but in a friendly way too.
Jack Riggs: You fucking Regulators are a legit fucking team. I mean that little fact means we are an underdog right? But like my dude just said, we are family. We are on the same page and we ain't gonna let you run no circles around us. We ain't gonna let you fuck around with us. You've seen us, right? We ain't normal dudes. We are two fucking Godzilla-like fucking monster motherfuckers and everything that gets put in front of us is fucking destroyed.
Jack stands in front of Driller, getting a bit too close to the camera.
Jack Riggs: Can you two handle that shit? I don't fucking know but try us and we will find out if you two got a fuck's chance in hell of winning this or even getting those tag straps. I don't dislike you girls. I don't like you either. You are just the next fucking people thrown in front of me to hurt. Will I break your fucking ankles? Will Driller break your faces? Maybe, but that's just how shit works when you step into the ring with us. You don't know what the fuck is going to happen but it will fucking hurt. You will fucking wake up tomorrow wishing you never fucking dared step in the ring with Jack and fucking Drill. You will wish your mom never gave birth to you. That is how bad you are going to fucking hurt when we are done with you. It's gonna be fucking brutal as fuck and me and my dude are gonna beat you the fuck down and get our fucking hands raised. That is the simple fact of the matter. You think it ain't true? Well, fuck around and find out.
Jack spits on the camera before turning back around as the bartender pours him another beer. He glares at the guy for a second before chugging it down.
Jack Riggs: Let's get the fuck outta this place, Drill. We got some bitches to end tonight.
He slams down his drink.
Driller Jaworski: Let's do it!
They walk off camera.
Taj: Jack and Drill definitely making a statement on their intent tonight.
America: You got to love two guys that say what they mean and then go out of their way to stand true to their words. It’s refreshing and gives me more reason to respect the Kali Kartel.
Taj: Biased much? Anyway let’s get on with this match.
Sadie and Jane briefly discuss which of them is better suited to start the match. Jane decides that she'll get things started for her team as Driller does the same for his. The referee looks at both wrestlers in the ring to make sure they're ready before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Almost immediately, Jane tries to put her speed on display. She charges across the ring and hits Driller with a series of chops.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO! WOOO!
Driller fires off a wild clothesline to try and take down Jane, though she ducks underneath the attempt. Sadie stands on the apron and shows support for Jane as Jane leaps into the air and hits Driller with a dropkick! Driller hits the mat hard as Jane looks over toward Sadie and smirks. Jane bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Driller before he can make it back up to his feet. Unfortunately for her, Driller pops up to his feet and lifts her into the air---slamming her down to the mat with a Samoan drop! Jane rolls over toward the nearest turnbuckle and uses it to pull herself back up to her feet---only to have Driller charge into the corner and hit her with a clothesline! Driller pulls her toward the middle of the ring and launches Jane over his head.
Taj: This is what we've come to expect from Driller...
America: He hits a lot harder than you'd think he would, and in a match like this where he's got a partner who can keep momentum going...
Taj: Hitting hard is all you need to do!
Jane crashes hard to the mat but pulls herself back up to her feet. Driller glares at her for a moment while Jane tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Once Jane is standing, Driller charges and hits Jane with a kick to the ribs. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Driller pulls Jane in and powers her into the air, trying to set her up for a powerbomb! Jane manages to hit Driller with a hard right hand to block the attempt before reversing the attempt with a hurricanrana! Driller rolls back up to his feet as Jane hurries over toward him and tries to hit him with a running knee---only to have Driller cut her off with a back elbow smash! Driller grabs hold of Jane and throws her into his corner of the ring, tagging Jack Riggs into the match a few seconds later.
Taj: [i/]CHANGING OF THE GUARD![/i][/b]
America: A year and a half later and that still hasn’t caught on...[/color]
Jack steps into the ring and walks around the ring, getting the fans riled up as Driller hits Jane with another back elbow smash! He then throws Jane toward the middle of the ring, Jack grabbing hold of her and slamming her down to the mat with a back body drop! Jack turns around and looks at Jane on the mat. He pauses for a moment and shakes his head. He then turns toward Sadie and yells out "YOU’RE FUCKED!!!" before turning toward Jane and yelling the same to her.
Taj: That is one angry man.
America: You mispronounced “happy”, Taj.
Jack bounces off of the ropes and hops over Jane. He bounces off of the ropes again but before he can do anything else, Jane pops up to her feet and cuts Jack off with an enziguri! He drops to the mat and stumbles. Jane hurries over toward her corner of the ring and tags Sadie in the match! Jane cuts a charging Jack off with a drop-toe-hold as Sadie steps into the ring and bounces off of the ropes, hitting Jack with a running senton! The fans show their support for the former Tag Team Champions. Sadie goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!
Taj: And now it's the first ever 1WM Tag Team Champions displaying their abilities.
Sadie grabs hold of Jack and, after ignoring her brief moment of disgust, hits him in the mouth with a forearm shot! She follows it up with a second and then a third. Sadie then drives her knee into Jack’s ribs and tries to set him up for a fameasser! Jack ducks out of the way at the last possible second. Sadie’s behind hits the mat causing her eyes to go wide in pain.
Jack grabs hold of her and tries to drag her back up to her feet, delivering a series of European uppercuts to knock Sadie off balance. Sadie grabs the ropes as Jack picks up speed and charges---only to have Sadie try to kick Jack in the mouth! Jack grabs Sadie’s leg and delivers a dragon screw! Sadie hits the mat hard. Jack tries to pull her up but Sadie backs away. Jane tries to give Sadie words of encouragement as Jack charges at her from behind and hits Sadie in the back of the head! He then hoists Sadie into the air and slams her down to the mat with a belly to back snap suplex! Jack hooks the leg while going for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR---NO!
Jack grabs hold of Sadie’s arm, pulls her up, and tries to set her up for a clothesline. The fans boo as he connects with the first! He drags Sadie up to her feet again. Sadie desperately reaches out to Jane, who is busy trying to get the fans riled up for Sadie. When she notices that Sadie is actually going for the tag, it’s too late for Sadie, as Jack connects with a second clothesline!
Taj: Sadie seems like she wanted to tag out of this match.
America: She’s going to have to hold on a bit longer than this if she expects to win!
Jack turns his attention toward Jane for a moment and winks. Jane sighs and tries to cheer Sadie on to victory!.Jack looks almost disappointed by her reaction, but nonetheless tries to refocus on Sadie. She takes advantage of the opening by shoving Jack away from her. He bounces off of the ropes as Sadie leaps into the air and hits him with a jumping superkick! Sadie turns her back to play to the cheering crowd. Jane cheers her on as Jack rolls over toward his corner of the ring. He tags Driller into the match. Jane tries to tell Sadie to focus, but she continues to play to the crowd.
Taj: She’s not paying attention…
America: She probably needs to!
Sadie finally turns around, ready to focus her attention on who she believes is Jack Riggs. Unfortunately for her, she eats Driller’s Pounce for her mistake. He quickly pulls her up and commences to drop her on her head with The Drill Bit (double underhook piledriver)! Driller hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winners of this match...Driller Jaworski and Jack Riggs...the Kali Kartel!
Taj: Well..Regulators. Inc. looked solid, but…
America: Sadie lost her focus and it cost them the match.
With the match finished, the two Kartel members look to dole out more punishment as the advance on the Regulators. Having the sense something was about to go down, Jane and Sadie quickly slide out of the ring before anything can happen.
As we cut backstage, we see a thirsty Coda in catering chugging a bottle of banana milk bought for her by the Pride of 1WM Champion, Rei Park. The Swedish crowd cheers, pleased to see she’s here until Justice walks into the catering area and goes to Coda’s table. Justice then sits down across from Coda.
Justice Cross: You wanted to speak with me?
Coda nods after setting the bottle on the table in front of her.
Coda: Recently, you apologized to me, then claimed I deserved what I got in the VIP Room. So I must ask for clarification. Are you sorry, or are you pleased with your actions?
Justice Cross: I am the type of person that will wholeheartedly apologize if I feel badly about something. I came to you, and I told you I was sorry. I meant that. When I was on Vance’s show and I was telling him how you deserved that, I was only explaining to him what my reasons for doing that were.
Coda: Um-hum.
The Korean-American hums affirmatively in response, carefully listening to the other woman’s words.
Coda: Rei gave me two bottles of banana milk.
She shows off the second bottle. It’s transparent plastic, its yellow inners visible inside the convex-shaped container with a ring at the equator with green Korean words depicting the big brand logo and the nutrition facts.
Coda: Would you like to drink it with me as a peace offering?
Justice Cross: Rei gave you two of them? Sure. I’ll drink one with you. That was really nice of her to give you two of them.
The Splat! MultiUniversal Championship contender agrees with another soft hum, then hands Justice her bottle.
Coda: It is trendy in South Korea. Have you ever tried it?
Justice Cross: I can’t say that I have. But I will try it as I try things once to see if I like it.
Coda raises her banana milk for a toast! Justice holds that bottle of hers in her hand and starts to get situated comfortably in her seat. That hand of hers would raise that bottle to Coda’s causing them to clink against one another.
Coda: To a new start!
Placing that bottle up to her mouth, Justice takes a drink of it, shrugging as if to say it wasn’t that bad. She then took another sip.
Coda: If I ever discover you are being insincere to me right now, I will leave you broken in a pool of blood that will make the 1WM doctors say what Ursula did to you was tame in comparison.
Her words came out so matter-a-factly, confidence oozing from her intense words to make her point abundantly clear. As Justice was sitting there taking a drink of the banana milk and heard this statement from her, she would spit the milk out before looking to Coda.
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
“Queen B” Bianca Davis vs. Rei Park ©
Torres: The following is a PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Bad Bitch" by Babe Rexha plays as Biana Davis, followed behind by Joshua Samson, makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Introducing first….the challenger….hailing from Malibu, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches….she is Queen B…BIANCAAAAAAA DAVIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bianca and Samson strut down to the ring, looking at the fans in disgust.
Taj: It’s interesting to see Samson out here with one of his clients. He is normally very selective when making his appearance at ringside.
America: Because he knows tonight is the night that my girl Bee finally claims 1WM championship gold and wants to witness it firsthand like the rest of us, Taj.
The techno like beat of “Monster” by EXO begins to play throughout the arena’s sound system as the beat and the anticipation builds.
Torres: Coming to the ring next...hailing from Seoul, South Korea...weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds…..standing at a height of five feet three inches….representing the Seoul Queens….she is the current reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion...she is REIIIII PARRRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Right after the lyrics begin, Rei Park bursts out from behind the curtain as subdued hues of purple and blue colored lights flash around the stage. She is exuding confidence, evident by the huge smile on her face as she holds her arms out to her side, bent at the elbow. When she reaches the top of the stage, she slowly pushes her hands out forward before a quick flick of the wrist down and up. She jumps up and her legs go out, hands slowly but quickly moving up her torso before her right hand goes out in front of her and she waves her pointer finger in a no motion before bringing it and her legs in together, knees bent as she gives a quick shake of the hip.
As Kai’s part of the first verse begins, Rei makes her way down towards the ring. Her arms remain at her side but swing freely as she prances down. Upon reaching the ring as the chorus begins, she hops onto the ring apron, knees down and arms spread across the rope before slowly getting up. She hits a pose with a smile before stepping into the ropes.
”You can call me monster.”
She quickly climbs a turnbuckle and hits the stage pose again, holding it for a few moments before hopping down, waiting off to the side as she listens to her entrance music fade out, being replaced by the thunderous cheering of fans.
Taj: Rei coming into her second defense of as the Pride of 1WM Champion and you have to think this might be her most difficult defense.
America: You better believe it is. All bias aside on my part, Rei is a good little wrestler but we have to remember that this kid hasn’t been doing this at the level of Bianca. Rei used brass knuckles to defeat Jacob Striker for the title and she’s going to have to use tactics like that to even hope to hang with Bianca.
Rei hands her belt to the ref, who shows it to Bianca. Davis looks at it and then over at Rei.
Bianca Davis: This is about to be mine, bitch!
The ref shows the belt to the crowd and hands it to the ring attendant before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Rei and Bianca run to the center of the ring and start wildly trading right hands. Rei gets the better of the exchange and sends Bianca off the ropes. Bianca reverses and hits a Beautiful Boot right away! Bianca covers.
One...
Two...Rei kicks out.
Taj: Right out the gate Bianca is looking to end this!
America: Sound strategy. You’re looking at the newest Pride of 1WM Champion.
Bianca brings Rei to the corner and begins smashing her head into the top turnbuckle, followed by a few smashes into the middle turnbuckle, followed by some smashes into the bottom turnbuckle. She finally relents. Rei sits in the corner and tries to catch her breath while the referee tries to add some separation between the two competitors. Bianca dismisses the ref and starts choking Rei by putting her boot on Rei's throat. The ref counts to four and Bianca releases. She gets Rei to her feet and whips her in the opposite corner. She charges, but Rei gets her feet up. Bianca stumbles away, allowing Rei to hit a flipping neckbreaker. She covers.
One...Bianca kicks out.
Rei locks in a double underhook and throws Bianca with a butterfly suplex. Bianca rolls out of the ring to catch a break from Rei's onslaught, but Rei runs towards the ropes and lands on Bianca with a somersault plancha. The ref begins a 10 count while the ladies lie on the floor. Rei gets up first and brings Bianca back into the ring. She sends Bianca off the ropes but Bianca reverses and hits a running knee lift. Bianca walks around the ring for a second to get her bearings. Rei begins to stir and Bianca gets a handful of hair. She whips Rei by her hair and throws her across the ring. She prances around the ring to the boos of the fans. She grabs Rei's hair a second time and throws her across the ring. The ref admonishes her, but she just gives him one of those "talk to the hand" gestures. She grabs Rei's hair a third time, but this time, Rei swats Bianca's arms away and gives her a roundhouse kick, which causes Bianca to fall like a stack of bricks. Rei covers.
One...
Two...Bianca kicks out.
Taj: Rei is determined to hold on to her title!
America: Duh! She is the champ and that’s what champions do.
Rei brings Bianca into the corner and drapes herself over the top rope with a hanging figure four necklock. The ref counts to four and Rei releases the hold. She gets back on the apron and attempts to run Bianca's head into the adjacent top turnbuckle, but Bianca gets her foot on the middle turnbuckle to block it. No worries, as Rei simply hits another roundhouse kick, which sends Bianca down to the mat. Rei climbs up to the top turnbuckle and comes crashing down with a diving double knee drop. She covers.
One...
Two...Bianca kicks out.
Rei immediately follows up with Parseltongue. She pulls back with all her might as Bianca struggles to break free. Somehow, Bianca manages to separate Rei's legs and flips herself back, actually putting Rei in a pin.
One...Rei quickly releases her hold to get out of the pinning situation.
Taj: This match has really displayed the fact that both of these women, regardless of how you feel about them, truly know how to wrestle.
women quickly get to their feet. Rei charges at Bianca, who moves out of the way. Rei hits the ropes and runs at Bianca again. Bianca scoops Rei up, but Rei turns it into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, followed by an armbar. Bianca punches the mat in frustration that she can't get the better of Rei. She struggles to get to her feet, but once she does, she resorts to raking Rei's eyes to get out of the submission. The ref admonishes her, but she ignores it. She sends Rei off the ropes and hits a spinning heel kick. Not wasting time, she locks Rei in a front facelock and sends Rei headfirst into the mat with Crowned. She goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
T...KICK OUT!
Bianca pounds the mat while yelling at the ref.
Bianca Davis: That was three!
The crowd boos her whining but she waves the fans off. She gets Rei to her feet again and crushes her with a hair pull backbreaker. She covers again.
One...
Two…
THR...KICK OUT!
Taj: Rei will not stay down!
Bianca continues yelling, “Count faster!!” at the ref. She gets Rei into the corner and starts talking trash to her, smacking her across the face in between sentences. Samson cheers on the display of disrespect.
Taj: That is definitely not cool!
America: Open palm is all legal, Taj.
Rei finally has enough of Bianca's abuse and pushes her away. Bianca charges back at Rei, but is met with a stiff discus elbow smash. Bianca stumbles backwards as Rei charges and hits a jumping implant DDT. Bianca's head bounces off the mat and she lands on her butt before falling on her back. Rei covers.
One...
Two...Samson puts Bianca’s foot on the ropes.
Taj: HEY!
America: Hey what?! The referee didn’t see it. Besides, Joshua was only inspecting Bianca’s boots for untied laces.
Taj: That’s a load of crap!
Rei gets her up and whips her into the opposite corner. She charges and hits a handspring Stinger splash. Bianca falls to her butt and Rei squashes her with an inverted cannonball. She pulls Bianca out of the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle, where she soars in the air and hits a beautiful rounding moonsault! She goes for the cover.
One...
Two...Bianca kicks out.
Rei is not perturbed. She backs up and waits for Bianca to get to her knees, then she charges and goes for the Poison Apple, but Bianca ducks. Rei and Bianca both quickly get to their feet. Bianca kicks Rei in the gut and sends her down with the Queens Makeover! Bianca stalks and waits for Rei to get to her knees. When she does, Bianca goes for her own shining wizard, Coronation. This time, Rei ducks. When they both shoot to their feet, Rei hits another roundhouse kick to Bianca, who spins around, allowing Rei to hit Fire Soul!
Bianca falls to the mat face first but Rei wastes no time in setting up her finishing move. She lifts Bianca for the Burning Mandala, but Bianca breaks free, lands on her feet, and hits a hair mare. She somersaults backward and delivers mounting punches to the Pride of 1WM champ. When she tires herself out, she gets to her feet and waits for Rei to stand up. When Rei does, Bianca goes for the Red Bottom Boot, but Rei sidesteps and whips Bianca into the corner, comes off the ropes, and attempts Snake Eyes, but Bianca pulls the ref in the way!
America: A very savvy veteran move right there by Bianca!
Thankfully, Rei stops short of kicking the ref. This allows Bianca to sucker punch Rei from behind the ref. Rei stumbles a foot away. Bianca moves the ref out of her way. Rei turns around and eats a fatal kick from Bianca.
Taj: RED BOTTOM BOOT!
America: This has to be over now!
Bianca covers, hooking the leg. Samson jumps with glee as he counts along with the referee.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match…. AND NEW Pride of 1WM Champion….Bianca Davis!
Samson quickly joins his client in the ring. The ref hands Bianca the belt. He goes to raise her hand but she pulls it away. She holds the belt in the air and struts around the ring with it, insulting the fans while she does it.
America: And just like that, Bianca hits a sudden Red Bottom Boot and becomes the new Pride of 1WM Champ! That’s my girl!
Taj: Yeah, but she had to resort to a sucker punch to have the opportunity to hit her finishing move.
America: All’s fair in love and war!
By this point, Rei has rolled out of the ring and is on her knees on the outside. She holds her chin in pain as she scowls at Bianca, who continues to celebrate with her new crown and Samson. Suddenly a dark haired female comes out of the crowd and dives into the ring. She sneaks up behind Bianca and wallops her with an axe-handle smash that buckles the new champ at the knees!
Taj: WHAT IN THE WORLD?! BIANCA DAVIS HAS JUST BEEN ATTACKED BY A FAN!
America: That’s...that’s no fan, Taj. That’s Kelli Saint!
Shocked at the sight of Kelli, Samson stumbles back into a corner. Kelli snatches Bianca up before she can come to her senses and slams her back down with a devastating back body drop. Kelli begins to stomp on Bianca, not letting her even get his bearings; kicking her again over and over.
Taj: This really needs to stop! Kelli and Bianca were teammates in the recently defunct WWA!
America: Kelli is incensed. She wants to smash Bianca’s world!
The ref calls for Kelli to break it up, but Kelli ignores the official. She picks Bianca up and head butts her several times before pulling her into a bearhug. Bianca is beaten senseless and is out of breath but still Kelli carries on her attack. Kelli lifts Bianca up only to drop her right back down with an Argentine backbreaker drop!
Taj: This attack makes no sense at all, America.
America: You’re telling me.
Security finally rush the ring to grab the furious Kelli Saint, who hurls profanity at Bianca. Confident that he’s out of danger, Samson slinks out of the corner to check on his client.
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Backstage, the Fallen Angels stand side by side, ready for action. Damon has his hands clasped at the edges of his open denim vest, a cold expression plastered on his face as he stares into the camera. Aurora likewise stands at the ready, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her leather jacket as she flashes a confident smirk.
Damon Graves: For far too long, we’ve stood by as you’ve dragged the reputation of the 1WM Tag Team Championships through pile after pile of shit…
Aurora’s smirk fades into a look of disdain as she pulls her hands out into view, drawing one hand in a cutting motion in front of her neck as she speaks.
Aurora Graves: And quite frankly, we’re sick and tired of it. From the moment those straps were put around your putrid waists, you’ve done nothing but hide behind the rest of your goons and use every bullshit tactic you can pull out of your ass in order to keep those titles.
Damon shifts his weight, tilting his head to the side as his eyes narrow.
Damon Graves: And why is that? Why would two guys claim to be the best that the Tag Team division has to offer, and yet can’t be assed to prove it based on their own merit alone? Maybe it’s because deep down inside those thick, rock-filled skulls, you actually know that if it hadn’t been for your so-called…
Aurora & Damon: “Family”…
Aurora rolls her eyes and offers a sneer of disgust as the word leaves her lips.
Aurora Graves: Those belts would already be around the waists of someone else. Well guess what, pendejos? The time WILL come when you won’t be able to hide behind a wall of bullshit. You see, the Fallen Angels don’t NEED numbers to beat you two morons…
Damon holds up a finger, arching his eyebrow as his face shifts into an expression that can only mean he’s about to say something smartassed.
Damon Graves: Unless of course, it’s a math quiz…
Aurora, amused by her husband’s interjection, briefly lets a smile stretch across her face as she chuckles softly. Even then, she raises a hand to her lips to muffle the sound.
Aurora Graves: Please… if that were the case, we’d smoke the whole damn group!
She looks away momentarily, but soon turns her attention back to the camera, a more determined look than before taking the place of amusement.
Aurora Graves: All attacks on your intellect aside, it’s high time you two shitheads got knocked down from the top of the mountain…
Damon pounds one fist into the open palm of his other hand, then raises both fists to show the tattoos on his knuckles.
Damon Graves: And down to the dung heap where you belong.
With that, Damon and Aurora Graves simultaneously flip off the camera before moving out of frame. The scene then cuts away.
1WM Tag Team Championship Match
Fallen Angels (Aurora and Damon Graves) vs. The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway)
Torres: The following match for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Fallen Angels" by Black Veil Brides hits the P.A, and the Stockholm crowd gives Aurora and Damon a warm reception as they head out on to the stage.
Taj: I have to tell you, America, I've been waiting for this one all night!
Torres: Introducing first at a combined weight of three hundred and forty eight pounds, they are the team of Damon and Aurora Graves….the FALLEEENNNN ANGELLLLLSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
America: You know they ain't gonna be able to get this done, Taj. It's out of their league. The Headhunters are gonna retain and continue to make the Kartel proud!
Taj: This is all biased opinion, America. Pure speculation.
Aurora and Damon reach out to smack the hands which reach out as they make their way down the ramp and slide into the ring.
America: Either way, the Angels have a hell of a task on their hands trying to take home the Tag Team gold!
Taj: That's something I can actually agree with.
"Fallen Angels" fades out before “Last Time I Checced" by Nipsey Hussle is nearly drowned out by crowd jeers!
Torres: Coming to the ring at this time..
"Last Time I Checced" continues to ring out, yet there is no sign of The Calloways.
Taj: Where the heck are they?
America: Patience, Taj. You can't rush perfection.
Taj: Oh, please.
Torres: At a combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds, coming to us tonight from STOCKTON in the GOLDEN STATE OF CALIFORNIA…
The crowd BOOO even louder than before as The Headhunters finally appear on the stage, raising their title belts high as they mock the Swedish fans.
America: Told ya, Taj. Patience. It's a virtue.
Torres: They are the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS….
The Headhunters point at the Fallen Angels, mocking them as they mouth the words 'Tag Team Champions', once more raising the belts high and dropping them off before walking halfway down the rampway before stopping.
Torres: Representing the Kali Karetl….they are the team of Eric and Dexter Calloway….they are THEEEEE HEADHUNTERRRRRRRRRSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Why in the world are the Headhunters just standing there?!
America: Didn’t I tell you that patience is a virtue, Taj? The Headhunters don’t move until they’re good and ready!
The referee, along with the Fallen Angels, beckon Eric and Dexter to get in the ring. The Tag Team Champions give the trio in the ring the middle finger salute. Having little choice in the matter, the referee signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: The referee has decided to go ahead and make this official. The Headhunters are going to have to get into the ring now.
Seeing that the champs aren’t getting into the ring, the referee doesn't hesitate to begin to count Headhunters out.
America: Aw c'mon, ref! Give 'em a damn break!
Taj: They know the rules, America! Count it, ref!
One…
Two…
Three...
Taj: Are the Headhunters doing this on purpose? This is a straight up coward move!
Four…
Five...
America: You can call it what you wanna call it. I call it strategy!
Six...
Seven...
The fans start to boo the Calloways out of the building as they turn their back to the ring and start making it back up the ramp.
Taj: You're kidding me! Just like that, they're going to be taking their ball and go the hell home?!
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Eight…
Nine...
The fans are in a dismal mood and very vocal about it as the referee gets to the TEN count and calls for the bell.
Torres: The winners of this match, as result of a count ou~
The crowd is suddenly on their feet as the Rebel Rousers come bounding from backstage, crash tackling the Headhunters into the ramp and barricade wall respectively!
Taj: WOAH WOAH! It's on now!
The Calloways are totally helpless as Teddy and Chase drag them up to their feet and drag them down the ramp.
Taj: The Calloways are being forced to have this damn match, titles shmitles. It's an honor thing! That's what One Wrestle Movement is all about and I love it!
America: This is some bullcrap! Thi match is over and those damn Rebel Rousers have nothing to do with this!
The fans cheer as Teddy leaps up and nails Dexter with a forearm, knocking him on his backside. Chase Evans grabs Eric by the hair and smashes his head into the barricade wall, and then the crowd POPs as Rebel Rousers crack Headhunters' skulls together, three stooges style!
America: Patently unnecessary!
Damon and Aurora both look to be making their way over, but the Rousers wave them both off and roll the Headhunters under the bottom rope at their feet before taking a bow.
Torres: The referee has ordered this match to be restarted, yet the Tag Team Championships are no longer up for contention!
America: WHAT THE HELL?! This is definitely not what The Headhunters were looking for.
Taj: Absolutely, one hundred percent, what The Headhunters were looking for! Damn this Kali Kartel!
America: You'll keep a civil tongue at my commentary desk!
DING DING DING!!!
Damon looks angered as he drags Dexter to his feet.
Taj: BOOM! Graves really making good with those European uppercuts! Irish whip.
The crowd turns as Dexter manages to regain his footing and use Graves' own momentum to reel him back in and dump him with a dangerous take on the Argentine neckbreaker!
America: BAM!
Dexter snarls as he takes advantage and drags Damon to his feet, seizing him in a bulldog, running forward and bouncing the head of Graves off the waiting raised boot of Eric Calloway!
America: There's a t..
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
America: Just...stop...
The fans voice their disapproval as Eric hops in the ring and both Headhunters seize a leg of Damon Graves.
America: We've seen this before! Dual Argentine leglock facebuster!
Damon hits the mat hard and the Calloways immediately try to drag him back up while the referee gets in between and tries to hustle Dexter out to his corner, yet he ends up getting knocked down in the ensuing scuffle as Damon fights his way free.
America: And down he goes.
The ref hits the deck upon getting hit with an errant elbow to the face.
America: Damn, these referees are FRAGILE!
Taj: Graves trying to mount a comeback as he fights Eric off!
A jumping knee to the temple from Dexter puts an end to that idea.
America: The Headhunters looking to take it home for the Kali Kartel right about now!
The fans continually BOOO as Eric grips Damon around the waist while Dexter lays in wait to complete the circuit.
America: Here it goes! SAN ANDREAS FAULT TIME! wheelbarrow suplex by Eric.
The fans are on their feet as Damon manages to backflip his way free and land on his feet!
Taj: Shinbreaker sends Dexter hoppin'!
Damon gives Aurora the silent signal and the fans cheer as she launches to the top rope.
America: Turn back around, Eric!
Eric was too focused on Aurora, and didn't sense himself being hauled up for the electric chair drop until it was too late.
Taj: Here comes Aurora! JOBSTOPPER by Fallen Angels!
Eric's head spikes into the mat as Aurora lands and immediately sets about waking the ref back up.
America: It ain't over yet!
Dexter lets out a roar as Damon turns back around.
America: DISCUS LARIAT~
The crowd eats it up as Damon ducks underneath the attempt!
Taj: BROKEN HALO right in the centre of the ring! Both Headhunters are down! Graves with the cover!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match….Aurora and Damon Graves...The Fallen Angels!
As the Fallen Angels give the thumbs up to the Rebel Rousers for the assist, a female with a red bandana covering her face hops over the guardrail and slides into the ring. The woman bashes both Aurora and Damon in the head from behind.
Taj: WHAT IN THE HELL?! IS THIS ANOTHER FAN ATTEMPT TO GET INVOLVED?!
America: This time I have no clue who this is, Taj!
The Fan continues to hammer away on the Fallen Angels and is quickly joined by Eric and Dexter with stomps! The Rebel Rousers see what’s going on in the ring and instantly run down to the ring to aid the Fallen Angels.
Taj: The Rebel Rousers to the rescue!
The Fan, seeing the approaching Rebel Rousers, alerts the Headhunters and the trio hastily make their way out of the ring and head into the crowd to make an escape.
Backstage just moments before the big tag match between the in-ring return of Cain Dominguez teaming with Jacob Striker to take on former partner Lash Donohue and 1WM World Champion Jenni Drew. We first on camera see Cain standing backstage just moments before the big match as he starts speaking to some sounds of boos from the live crowd.
Cain Dominguez: You know, it doesn’t surprise me that some of you are a little disappointed in my actions last Legendary. Some question my actions even because they say I should have done things more, some would one say privately or that I should just “ask” for a match. You see, what you all don’t get, I did things to make an impactful statement, I wanted to get everyone talking. I wanted the emotions to be felt. None of that would have happened by just asking.
The Pain Maker shifts his weight from one leg to the other as he continues talking.
Cain Dominguez: You see what all you simple minded people don’t understand that everything that I do, there is a method to my madness as the old saying goes. Tonight, it holds even more true because here and now I am about to surprise the world again, A wise man once said, just when you thought you had all the answers I change the questions. So Jenni and Lash, the two of you may have thought you knew what you're dealing with between myself and my partner for the night Jacob Striker, but allow me to show you and present to you a new element to this whole situation….
The camera slightly pans to Cain’s left and standing in the camera view with a pompous smirk is none other than Joshua Samson, Esquire. The immaculately suited and overly groomed executive representative removes his hands from behind his back and adjusts his deeply tinted sunglasses.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Well surprise, surprise, surprise. I bet you plebs didn’t think you’d see me right here, right now, huh?
The crowd chant of “weasel” can be heard from the arena. Neither Cain nor Joshua give it any heed.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Yet here I am, plebs. And let me go ahead and answer the question that is bouncing around your collective Cro Magnon skulls, the Pain Maker and THE Executive Representative have aligned. That’s right, you are looking at my newest client. You are paying witness to the man that is going to single handedly destroy Lash Donohue.
The crowd cheers at the mention of Lash which causes Cain to snarl.
Joshua Samson, ESQ: Cheer that little runt all you want, plebs, but by the end of the summer Lash Donohue is going to be crippled heap of a meathead. At Legendary Eighteen, Lash got just a small dose of the pain that is in store. Tonight, in the main event, that pain will continue courtesy of my client, Cain Dominiguez. We hope you’re prepared.
The scene fades upon a close up of the menacing face of Cain.
The Legendary World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from The Colosseum in Rome, Italy
Streaming August 30, 2021
We open up in the locker room of Jenn Drew where we see her finishing getting ready for the main event tonight. She turns around and sees the camera as she grabs her One Wrestle World Heavyweigh Championship and slings it over her shoulder before grabbing her “Burn” Book and holding it in the other hand.
Jenn Drew: I know the deal by now, you want words from the champ, the greatest One Wrestle Champion of all time. I know I’m popular like that, even if nobody likes to admit that.
Jenn laughs as she adjusts her championship and sits down in a chair.
Jenn Drew: What more can I say than I’ve said on social media over the last month about this match? Jacob Striker is nothing but a little bitch who will always wish he could be something special, but he’s just another face in the crowd as far as I’m concerned. Yeah, he was Pride of One Wrestle Champion, but how many defenses did he have that didn’t end in some sort of controversy? The answer, none of them. He got lucky until he finally faced my girl Rei one on one with no bullshit and then, we found out just how good he truly is and that’s nothing special. As for Cain, I get it, you’re bitter that your former best friend has become more popular than he probably could ever dream of. Cain, it’s okay to admit you’re jealous of Lash, that you wish you could have half the popularity and charisma that man has. Lash, he might act like a complete and total jackass and goof, but damn, that guy is good. I’m never one to shy away from giving credit where it’s due. If it had been anybody but me walking into last month’s Legendary main event, Lash probably was walking away as champion. I’ll admit though, Lash isn’t my first choice in tag team partners, and everyone knows he feels the same way about me. Last month though, a moment was ruined with the two of us by two jealous little boys and tonight, we show them that there is a reason we are at the top of the totem pole here in One Wrestle.
Jen grins as she brushes past the cameraman and walks out the door, letting it slam behind her.
Main Event
Tag Team Match
“Straight Shooter” Jacob Striker and "Pain Maker" Cain Dominguez vs. "Diamond" Lash Donohue and "The Rebel Queen" Jenn Drew
Tag Team Match
“Straight Shooter” Jacob Striker and "Pain Maker" Cain Dominguez vs. "Diamond" Lash Donohue and "The Rebel Queen" Jenn Drew
Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY 19 MAIN EVENT TAG TEAM MATCH and it is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
“Straight to Hell” by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing as the light dim with only red light’s filling the arena. Smoke fills the stage as Cain, followed by Joshua Samson, Esq., walks out on stage and at the top of the ramp he drops down to one knee looking like he saying a prayer, he then smacks the ground once and yells out a scream with a crazy look on his face as flames explode on the stage each side of the ramp. The flames remain as he and Samson walk down the ramp to the ring. Cain stops just before the step and looks down at the ground takes breaths before quickly looking back up flipping his wet hair, before walking up the steps and gets into the ring. Samson remains on the floor, looking up at his newest client. Cain yells again as he shows is crazy look again as he grabs the top rope looking at the crowd as the lights return to normal.
Torres: Introducing first hailing from Brooklyn, New York….weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet six inches….he is a former 1WM Tag Team Championship...he is the Pain Maker….CAINNNNN DOMINGEUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!
"Wonderful Life" by Bring Me the Horizon hits the PA system and immediately begins to sound throughout the arena. Jacob Striker steps out onto the stage, smirking confidently. At the :20 mark of the song, he begins to strut the ramp, his expression remaining the same as he makes sure to keep a comfortable distance from the members of the audience. He runs up the steel steps and enters the ring, spinning around a few times with his arms outstretched before he comes to a stop, the abrasively confident smirk still on his face.
Torres And his partner hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is the former Pride of 1WM Champion….he is the Straight Shooter….JACOBBBBBB STRIKEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: These two men have to rank right up there at the top as most despicable in 1WM right now, America. The brazen attack that they perpetrated at Legendary Eighteen was just…
America: A thing of beauty. Cain showing that court jester Lash that he was the anchor holding him back when they teamed together and Jacob finally releasing the anger inside and letting loose on Jenn. I love it!
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. Lash reaches the ring and he smirks as he shows off his raw athleticism by skinning the cat. Lash starts running the ropes as he awaits his opponent.
Torres: And their opponents, first, hailing from Calabasas, California….weighing in at one hundred and eighty-eight pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is a former 1WM Tag Team Champion….he is Diamond...LASHHHHHH DONOHUUUUUUEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew, 1WM World Heavyweight Championship title secured around her waist, makes her way down to the ring.
Torres: And his partner, hailing from Manchester, England….weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at five feet….representing The Seoul Queens….she is the current reigning 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is the Rebel Queen...JENNNNN DREEEEEWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The amount of talent in this match is...well, it’s incredible!
America: It’s going to be interesting to see who manages to win this one!
Surprisingly, Jenn Drew steps into the ring to get things started for her team, Jacob doing the same for his. The fans cheer in anticipation as the referee calls for the bell, making the match underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Jacob continues to stand in his corner of the ring, staring at Jenn with.nothing but contempt. Jenn charges forward, blasting Jacob in the mouth with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Jacob stumbles from the impact. Jenn grabs hold of him and tries to shoot Jacob across the ring. Jacob reverses the attempt and follows close behind her, though she’s able to use this to her advantage as she springboards off of the ropes and catches Jacob with a knee to the mouth! Jacob drops to then mat and rolls over to the ropes.
Taj: I don’t think Jacob expected that!
America: Well she’s the World Heavyweight Champion for a reason.
Jacob drags himself back up to his feet as Jenn closes the gap between the two of them. She hits Jacob in the ribs with a series of quick kicks before dragging him over toward the middle of the ring. Jenn sends Jacob crashing to the mat with a snapmare! She bounces off of the ropes and tries to send Jacob crashing to the mat with a running dropkick---only to have Jacob roll away from the attempt! Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Jenn charges at Jacob to keep her momentum going, only to have Jacob leap into the air and send her crashing to the mat with a spinning wheel kick! Jenn groggily pulls herself back up to her feet. Jacob pulls her up to her feet and snaps off a double underhook backbreaker!
America: Can you imagine what a one on one match between these two will look like?
Taj: I can only think it’s going to be a very brutal affair.
Jacob grabs hold of Jenn and tries to wrestle her into position for a bow and arrow hold, but Jenn frees herself from Jacob’s grasp. Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Jacob hits Jenn with a spinning backfist! Jenn bounces back off of the ropes and Jacob shoots her across the ring. He waits for her to come back on the rebound before lifting her into the air! Jenn reverses whatever Jacob’s attempting and sends him over toward his corner of the ring with a headscissors takedown! Jacob pops back up to his feet and Cain tags himself into the match!
Cain charges at Jenn, who tries to cut him off with a superkick---only to have Cain catch her foot in the air! He sweeps Jenn’s leg out from underneath her and sends her crashing to the mat! Cain then leaps into the air and lands on Jenn with an elbow drop, hooking the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!
Cain grabs Jenn and lifts her back up to her feet. He hits her in the mouth with an elbow shot, and then a second. Cain drives his knee into Jenn’s ribs and bounces off of the ropes, trying to plant her on the mat with a bulldog! Jenn blocks the attempt and sends Cain to the mat instead! Cain pulls himself back up to his feet and charges at Jenn---who leaps into the air and hits Cain with a knee shot to the mouth! He stumbles around as Jenn hurries over toward her corner of the ring and tags Lash into the match!
Taj: Big time CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
Lash charges into the ring and immediately begins to hit Cain with a series of right hands. Cain tries to fight back, but he’s unable to build any sort of momentum against Lash. Donohue knocks Cain against the ropes and shoots him across the ring. When Cain returns on the rebound, Lash lifts him into the air and slams Cain to the mat with a flapjack! Cain drags himself up to his feet groggily. Lash charges and hits Cain with a European uppercut that knocks him off balance! He then spins Cain around and lifts him into the air, slamming Cain to the mat with a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
THR...Jacob dives into the ring and breaks it up!
Taj: That could’ve been it!
America: You have to remember that Jacob is no stranger to tag team wrestling.
Jacob tries to pound away on Lash to wear him down. Lash turns and kicks Jacob in the head to send him stumbling! Jacob fights back with an enziguri! Jenn steps into the ring and defends her partner, hitting Jacob with a few quick strikes. She then hits him with a dropkick that sends Jacob crashing to the floor. Jenn steps onto the apron and pauses for a moment before leaping and hitting Jacob with an asai moonsault!
Taj: Picture perfect moonsault from our World Heavyweight Champion!
America: Even Lash is impressed!
Sure enough, Lash takes a moment to respect his partner’s athleticism. He then turns around to refocus his attention on Cain---who runs and connects with a Fade to Black (claymore kick)! Lash gets knocked back into a turnbuckle. Cain charges forward again and connects with a second Fade to Black! Lash barely remains upright and stumbles toward the middle of the ring. Cain snaps off a Spinal Shock (sitdown spinebuster)! He hooks the leg while covering.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match...Cain Dominguez and Jacob Stryker!!!
Taj: It didn’t take much of an opening…
America: Cain saw a chance and he took advantage of it!
Jake quickly re-enters the ring and hoists Jenn up into a dragon suplex before he quickly transitions the move midway through it into a grounded armbar with him quickly moving behind her and wedging his knee into a spot between her shoulder and shoulder blade. He uses his arms to grapevine Jenn's extended arm and he starts to push forward with his knee while easily leaning back with Jenn's arm with an almost proud look on his face.
Taj: What is this proving?! They won the match! Why are they doing this?!
America: Because they can...
Jake really starts to add even more pressure to what he's doing as Cain has Lash pinned in a corner stomping the holy hell out of him. After a few seconds, Jake releases the hold and goes over to Joshua Samson who hands him the World Title. Jake returns to the barely conscious Jenn and kneels right in front of her while holding the belt in her face.
Jacob Striker (w/o mic): Do you understand now, Jenn? At any time, you're *done*. Keep bragging, keep *screaming*.
Jake throws down the title right on Jenni’s chest before calmly leaving the ring and looking right into the eyes of America and Taj before giving them both a twisted but confident smile.
Taj: We are out of time, everyone! On behalf of my partner, America Vaughn, thank you for joining us at Legendary Nineteen!
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