Post by Cedric Southern on Jan 1, 2024 12:48:00 GMT -8
As the scene opens up backstage we can see Brianna pacing a bit before she stops and looks at the locker room door in front of her. Taking a deep breath she opens it and goes in shutting that door behind her.
Brianna: Ailyn? You in here?
Ailyn has her EarPods in and listening to her current favorite pump up song “The Summoning” by Sleep Token and is oblivious to the entire world.
Seeing her with her EarPods in her ears Brianna walked over sitting in front of Ailyn looking at her. She would put her hands up like she was motioning like she was trying to say “I’ve been calling your name”.
Ailyn: One second this is the best part!!
Ai rocks out for a second.
Ailyn: Hey what's up Brie, how was your Christmas?
Brie: It was good actually. I went and stayed at Travis’s house during that time and got to train with him some. Yours?
Ailyn: Yeah sorry, I didn't make it out there for it, but I trained like crazy for the last week only taking Christmas Day off and I still did my run and stretches I do daily. Did you get any cool presents??
The Silly Girl looks a bit ashamed for kinda letting her tag partner down.
Brie: Well, actually I was the only one invited to The Dragon’s Den. You were on your Disney thing so he wanted to train with me. And it’s ok if you weren’t there to train with me, all that matters is that you are ready. As for Christmas gifts, I cooked breakfast for both Travis and his daughter as a thank you for allowing me to stay in their home. It was actually quite nice. I wasn’t alone for Christmas and I didn’t have to hear from all the people back at home asking me all the normal questions grandparents and aunts or uncles ask such as when was I going to get myself a guy.
Thinking about the absurd gift and deal that was made on Christmas between herself and her Mema she thinks better of seemingly gloating about her day.
Ailyn: That sounds like a lot of fun. We Ruins go full out on Christmas Day. But, it might be interesting next year for me. I kinda don't want to talk about it
She looks at the floor as that's a blatant lie. Not sad but a bit of a certain change of mood.
Brie: We don’t have to but you were the one who asked how my Christmas was. I came in here to talk to you about our match.
Ailyn: And, let's do that. As you saw in my debut first hand, I’m rather energized in the ring and like the flasher approach. I imagine that's not really your style?
Brie: No. That is definitely not my style at all. I am not one to go out there and be all wild in the ring and by wild I do not mean that in a bad way. I just mean energized.
Ailyn's excitement level grows and she starts to talk faster.
Ailyn: I mean I pretty much a chameleon because between my three senior trainers I learned super technical mat wrestling from Xan, Auntie Ry-Ry is a BJJ master, and strong style from Dad and Uncle Roger. But the lifetime of near elite gymnastics makes me love to fly!! Am I going to fast…
She takes deep breath. The energy of this teenagers is astounding. Looking at her and listening to her talk Brie would get a shocked look on her face at the end of her statement.
Brie: Actually yeah. A little too fast and you make it seem like you are conceited a bit. I don’t like those kind of people, don’t be that person. Are you that person?
Ailyn: I don't think so, certainly confident, overzealous, and slightly spastic. But I am only eighteen after all. I guess the best thing we can do is have each other back no matter what and have quick tags so the freshest ones in the ring at all times. Is that better??
Ai's truly looking for Brie’s approval.
Brie: Well at eighteen I was grown up. I had done this for two years before that though and I worked for my brother Jackson. I am not sure what you want me to say to you exactly because I know this business and I expect people to be grown up and act a certain way. But you’re different. You just started and I am trying to help you because I want you to succeed just like I did. So yeah quick tags are the best in our match. You have all this energy that I’ve never seen in a person before and honestly, it’s refreshing but just a teeny tiny bit overwhelming at times. A teeny bit. I think what you said is the best course of action for us though.
Ailyn's face scrunches in disappointment as she feels Brie doesn't like her from her current mood and the way she spoke on social media.
Ailyn: I'm confused, do you not like me, Miss Matthews.
Brie: I’m sorry what?
Ailyn: I mean have I done something to offend you?
Brie: Not at all.
Ailyn: I'm fully aware I grew up very different than most people on this planet and I'm not the typical talent as my family was able to provide a level of training that got me here quickly. But, I've done nothing in my life but learn how to be the best professional I can be. So when I've found new love and for Christmas was given one last gift from the grandparents' money I took my leave. I got a fully furnished condo in Atlanta and had to give up my inheritance and access to the Ruin fortune. No more endless black card. No more going to Mema for anything.
She almost looks as if she might cry.
Ailyn: You wanna know why, Brie?
Brie: So you think that I don’t like you. You think that all I see you as is this little girl trying to make a name for herself using her family name? Ailyn, you don’t know what my first impression of you was so you don’t get to say I don’t like you. When I first met you, I saw someone that I knew would make it on her own to become a star. You want to swim with the big girls and big boys? Then let’s do that. You’ll swim when you step in the ring with me but if you are just looking for a rub you won’t get that. I’m not a star. Well I mean I am but-
Ailyn: Did you even listen to what I said?
Brie: Yeah. You aren’t listening to what I say.
Ailyn: I gave up everything that makes me a Ruin, so I never have to have a conversation like this again. I long to be the woman that grew up in privilege, but gave it all away to be more respected in this business. If I ever have to hear “she only got her because she's a Ruin” again I might scream!!
She is vibrating with frustration.
Ailyn: Is that what you want out of a tag partner because that's all I got. Good strategy session. I'm going to warm up now.
Brie: Ok you know what, you go warm up. And you just remember that you are the one who is NOT listening to me and the one who turned this conversation into what it is right now. I came in here to talk to you about the match. You still don’t know what I think of you because you didn’t listen to me. So if you want to warm up then go. I’m going to be thinking of the match. You can warm up here. I’ll go.
Completely annoyed Ailyn puts her EarPods back in.
Ailyn: Great conversation, partner. Please, just don't quit on me mid match like my mentor did!
She walks out of the locker room.
One Wrestle Movement
In Association With
Splat! Network
Presents
Live from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California
In Association With
Splat! Network
Presents
Live from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California
”Popular Monster” by Falling In Reverse plays as explosions light up the Staples Center air as the year-end super show is kicking off. The main lights cut on as blue and black balloons fall from the air onto the capacity crowd holding their many signs, banners, and posters that show their love or hate for the 1WM roster.
The camera keeps going, stopping on the commentary desk that is now being occupied by Taj Monroe-Hennessy and Joshua Samson, Esq., decked out in an evening gown and tuxedo, respectively as they begin to take their seats and fix their headsets. Getting comfortable, Taj and Joshua look out over the vast crowd raising the roof with ear piercing cheers. All throughout the Staples Center, holiday decorations are placed up. Christmas trees, mistletoe, and garland are hung throughout the arena. Alongside the ring are tables stacked with different colored wrapped presents. The camera centers on the host table.[/font]
Taj: GOOD EVENING AND WELCOME TO MASSIVE FOUR!! I am Taj Monroe-Hennessy with my partner, Joshua Samson, Esquire, and we are LIVE from the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California! What a NIGHT we have in store!
Samson: Let me start off by saying a bucket list item of one day commentating in this great California arena has now been ticked off! After transitioning away from commentating many years ago I never thought this day would be possible yet here I am in the flesh, baby!
Taj: Calm down, Thunderlips. But in all seriousness, it’s been a pleasure and truly educational sharing commentating duties with you the past few months, Joshua. And to my mainstay commentary partner, America Vaughn, Happy New Year, get well soon, and I can’t wait to have you back in 2024!
Samson: That’s enough of running our mouths, Taj.
Taj: I definitely agree, Joshua. Let’s continue on with Massive Four!
Backstage, Cory Chevelle and Braddock are shown warming up and going over their 'gameplan'. In the background, Mickey Greer can be seen lurking as he hesitantly approaches the two men. Braddock notices him first, he taps Chevelle on the shoulder and nods. Chevelle turns, giving a pec juggle for the audience and also intimidating Greer who seems even more nervous as he approaches.
Mickey Greer:
Uh, hey fellas. My.. you're both bigger than I anticipated.
Greer laughs nervously.
Mickey Greer:
Mind if I ask you some questions before your match?
Braddock:
I dunno, what do you think Chevy? Do we mind?
Cory Chevelle:
Ya know something Braddock, I hate when people ask me questions.
Braddock:
Yeah I'm not real fond of them either. See Chevy and I didn't really come to explain ourselves or what we did last week. We tend to prefer to let the results speak for itself.
Mickey Greer:
Yes, Yes! I love that approach. I don't wanna stand here and ask you the same, usual, run of the mill questioning lines. I want the nitty gritty, the dirt! You guys came out and practically mauled Mark Kelly and Bia at Legendary 45, Talk about no thanks given!
Braddock:
That's what we're here for. We basically came to clock in, wreck sh[DJ SCRATCH] and clock out on behalf of the BBC.
Mickey Greer:
What's BBC?
Cory Chevelle:
Don't worry about it!
Mickey Greer:
Okay! No need to tell me twice, just seemed like an interesting... You know. Nah ya know what nevermind.
Braddock:
Pretty sure Chevy already told you once.
Cory Chevelle:
We didn't come here to talk. We didn't come here to play house or sell some schtick about us being God's and deity's like some seem to be peddling. And what happened during Bia and Marks debut wasn't an accident.
Braddock:
Damn straight. We came to fu[DJ SCRATCH] sh[DJ SCRATCH] up!
Cory Chevelle
We play for blood.
Braddock
Preach my brother!
Mickey Greer:
Yes, yes, amen! But why Mark and Bia?
Cory Chevelle:
Why not? The war goddess and...
Chevy looks over at BRADDOCK
Cory Chevelle
What the hell is Mark Kelly suppose to be besiOH nevermind, he's the wildcard ooOoOoh
Chevelle and BRADDOCK both make spooky fingers into the camera.
BRADDOCK
They can be whatever they wanna be. We saw how that worked out for them when we showed up before.
Mickey Greer:
Well now some would argue...
Cory Chevelle:
Are you interrupting?
Mickey Greer:
Sorry I-
Cory Chevelle:
More god damn excuses B. You believe that? All I've heard since I've signed with this company are someone's excuses. Like Bia, crying how we bumrushed em like..what was it she said?
BRADDOCK
Oh you mean when she called us cowards?
Cory Chevelle:
Yeah, cowards. When all we did was expose both of them as unprepared and unwanted. How many people talk about their match?
BRADDOCK
Nobody. How many talk about the ass kicking we gave them?
Cory Chevelle:
Every-god-damn-body with eyes. See we don't care if you're male, female, ready or not. We have a strict non-sexist belief and that happens to be if you're in that ring when we're in the building, you're fair game. I'll knock a bi[DJ SCRATCH] out all the same.
BRADDOCK:
And damn if Bia didn't take that BBC delivered Bloodlust by Chevy! Her boots were still smoking when they scraped her up after.
Cory Chevelle:
Does Kelly even know where he's at tonight after taking that vicious Mansfield curse from BRADDOCK? Because last I knew, the ol Aussie didn't know which way was up or down. Then again, like most Aussie's I'm sure he's use to being on his back.
Mickey Greer:
I always heard Aussie's were tough. I mean they're from a place where everything tries to kill you..
BRADDOCK:
This isn't Australia about the great whites have arrived folks, right here in Los Angeles tonight!
Cory Chevelle:
You're right B. It's not Australia. See as of right now 1WM has become Silverback Country and I'm no God but I do happen to be an Olympian and my partners no deity either but he is THE BLOOD FIGHTER, THE ANTI-ICON AND EVERY BIT AS SHADE AS CRAZY AS THE HILLBILLY BASTARD HE CAME TO WRECK SH[DJ SCRATCH] WITH!
BRADDOCK:
Chevy, Chev- calm down brother. We can't tell them everything. Sometimes people just need hurt. Sometimes they just gotta learn the hard way. Right Mickey? C'mon, walk with us.
Mickey Greer:
Oh no, I'm fine!
Cory Chevelle:
I don't think he was asking you.
Mickey Greer:
Fellas, this isn't how you wanna start off in 1WM.
The two men both grab Mickey, one on each side and redirect him to the lockers, where they cram him inside. Chevelle turns and looks at the camera...
Cory Chevelle:
The talking's done. Let's go Braddock. We gotta show em who we are.
Fade to black.
Tag Team Match
Mark Kelly and Bia vs. Chevy Chevelle and BRADDOCK
Mark Kelly and Bia vs. Chevy Chevelle and BRADDOCK
Torres: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
A single bell can be heard echoing around the arena as the camera pans the crowd here in the Crypto.com Arena. Confusion may reign, but its only for a few moments before a thudding drum beat and slow guitar riff kick in, the opening chords and melody of 'Hells Bells' by ACDC slowly filling the arena. The stage starts to fog up, as from out the back out races 'The West Coast Wildcard' Mark Kelly, fired up and roaring. Racing to one side of the stage and pointing at the crowd, waving them onto their feet, before turning and pointing at the entrance, where Bia walks out calmly and slowly, a snarl appearing as the camera gets a close-up, but when she glances across she sees Mark hopping across the stage with a massive air guitar solo and she can't help but break and laugh. Mark backward hops back to her, still strumming his guitar before dropping to a single knee and throwing his arms wide, while Bia flexes her arms behind him and a single loud pyro blast echoes on either side of the stage.
Torres: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined three hundred and sixty five pounds, they are the 'Australian Ace' MARKKKKKKK KELLLLLLYYYYYYY and the 'Fremantle Force' BIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAA!!!!
The pair walk down the ramp, all smiles and happy. Mark heads around to slap some fans hands around the barricade, but he suddenly finds his hand snatched, and he gets yanked in and drilled by a sudden headbutt right between the eyes, knocking him on his ass and when the camera catches the attacker, its the 'Anti-Icon' Braddock!
Taj: WHAT IN THE WORLD?!
Samson: It looks like Braddock is starting this match early! He’s not as dumb as he looks.
The gasp from the crowd catches Bia's attention on the ring apron, and she turns to see what has happened just as Braddock hops the barricade. Bia snarls and calls out at him, while Braddock merely grins in response. Bia takes a step towards Braddock, but she doesn't make it much further when she's drilled from behind by a charging elbow from Cory Chevelle that sends her crashing off the apron!
Taj: This is just uncalled for!
Samson: It’s honestly a sound strategy on Cory’s and Braddock’s part.
Braddock nods at his partner and then turns back to Kelly who is pushing himself up on wobbly feet, slamming Mark's head into the ring apron and tossing him into the ring and at the feet of the waiting Silverback. Chevelle wastes little time in dragging Kelly up by his hair, before wrapping his arms around Mark's waist and tossing him overhead with a Belly-to-Belly suplex that sends him crumpling to the mat!
Outside the ring, Braddock watches the carnage in the ring for a moment before he turns and heads around towards Bia, but is greeted by a risen War Goddess charging him and clotheslining him back into the barricade! Bia fires off some right and left hands, trying to fight back against the bigger man, but Braddock manages to cover up and then lashes out and shoves Bia backwards, sending her crashing back into the ringpost! The War Goddess slumps at the impact, stunned just a little. From the crowd, Salem, Braddock's wife and manager hands the Anti-Icon some zipties! Braddock grins and kisses his wife's hand gently, before taking a grip of Bia's hair and turning her around, draping both arms around the ringpost, and then zip tying them together, trapping Bia in place! Braddock adds insult to injury by ruffling her hair before letting out a laugh as he heads around to climb into the ring.
Taj: Has this match even started? I don’t think the referee ever signaled for the bell?
Samson: Then that means EVERYTHING going on so far is perfectly legal since it’s not illegal.
Inside the ring, Cory has been toying with his food, pushing Mark down with his boot whenever the Australian Ace tries to climb to his feet. Kelly reaches for the ropes and starts to drag himself up and Cory backs up with a grin. Crouching slightly and waving at Mark, he watches with a wide grin as Mark manages to climb to his feet and turns around, and Cory charges in and damn near cuts him in half with the Bloodlust! Mark is bent double on the mat, and Cory rises with a grin before looking over to see Braddock is in the ring. The two men share a quiet word, and then Braddock turns to lean out over the ropes and calls out to Salem who is taunting Bia. Salem nods and reaches under the apron, coming up with two steel chairs and sliding them in for Braddock and Cory!
Taj: Don’t do this, Cory and Braddock! What does this even prove?!
The Anti-Icon picks both chairs up and hands one to Cory, the crowd quieting as they see the danger in Mark's future. The Australian Ace finally has managed to roll over and grab at the ropes, pulling himself up while Braddock and Cory separate and line up, and as Mark stumbles from the ropes he is given a stiff con-chair-to from both the big men! Mark just crumples and on the outside, Bia lets out a loud scream at seeing her tag partner and friend being destroyed. Cory steps over towards her to blow her a kiss, while Braddock sets a chair down, drags Mark up.....and drives him down on the steel with a Carpet Bomb (Steenalizer)!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The Anti-Icon sits there with a sick grin on his face completely ignoring the referee who has finally decided to try and stop this savage ambush. The referee is quickly seized by the back of the neck and tossed away by Chevelle, whose clearly not done having fun yet.
Taj: That’s surely going to cost Corey a hefty fine for putting his hands on a referee!
Samson: You best believe it will!
Braddock and Cory have a quick word and a sick grin crosses Braddock's face as he nods at Cory, who grabs The Australian Ace by his foot, dragging him over to the ropes, and then propping his foot on the middle rope. There's a gasp from the crowd as it dawns on them what the big men are planning. Cory drops to ringside and grabs a hold of Mark's foot from the outside, while Braddock approaches clinging to a chair. Braddock pauses just long enough to give the entire arena a chance to see what is coming, and then raises the chair and brings it down with a sickening crack on Kelly's leg!
Crowd: OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
THAT wakes Kelly up, The Australian Ace letting out a tortured scream at the anguish coming through his leg, but he barely can acknowledge the first blow before Braddock is firing off a second and then a third! The gasp rippling through the crowd is almost as loud as the boos that follow it, but the Anti-Icon clearly isn't done as he shifts his posture, moving to stand over Mark, and adjusting his grip on the chair to hold it by its sides, and then raising it high.
Taj: This has gone on far too long! Enough is enough!
Samson: Clearly not, Taj.
However there'll be no final blow as Bia has seen enough, and with an almighty roar the War Goddess rips her arms apart, breaking the zip ties! Bia dives into the ring and charges across, shoving Braddock right out of the ring and on top of Chevelle! The War Goddess isn't done either, scrambling back and as the men rise they are greeted by a flying Fremantle Force, leaping over the top rope and crashing down on both men!
It takes Bia a few moments to scramble up after the landing, before she turns to see Braddock and Cory scrambling up too, the two big men scrambling for the entrance ramp and an escape. Bia makes a move to follow them, but then a scream from Mark in the ring draws her away, and the War Goddess dives back into the ring, cradling Mark's head and waving at the back for a medic.
Torres: This match has been declared a No Contest!
Samson: Welcome to the world of wrestling, Bia and Mark!
Taj: That was utterly despicable and General Manager Tap needs to see about suspending Cory and Braddock for their actions tonight.
On the stage, Braddock and Cory are standing tall, Salem beside them and smiling as medics rush out beside them with a stretcher. Inside the ring Bia is talking softly to Mark, the Australian Ace showing a face full of pain and tears, as medics finally arrive. There is a quiet hush going around the arena, all eyes on Mark inside the ring to see how bad the damage is, and we finally cut away just as Mark is set on a stretcher, being guided backstage with Bia close by, while Braddck and Cory have already left.
After storming out of the ladies locker room the Silly Girl’s not feeling so amused at the moment. Ailyn's first and usual solution to being angry is to talk it out with her bestie, Six. Not knowing where she's at, Ai texts her.
Ailyn: I'm soooooo fucking pissed off right now!!!
Six: WFT… is the new gear not fitting right or something??
Ailyn: Definitely more “or something”.
Six: What happened??? I only left you five minutes ago…
Ailyn: Fucking Brie approached me in the locker room and continued her bullshit from social media… How am I supposed to tag with this bitch tonight??
Six: Ohhhh shit… Are you okay or should I put down the sandwich and come comfort, my girl??
Ailyn: I'm 18 and god forbid if I have a ton of energy and exuberance for this biz… I'm almost starting to think having JC as my mentor might be a mistake if Brie is the type of person she's surrounded by!?! I guess no ones surrounded by her anymore because she FUCKING QUIT!!!
Six: Are you in your gear??
Ailyn: Yeppers…
Six: Then go to makeup and I'll meet you there in less than five minutes… Just finishing up this food…
Ailyn: Okie dokie, see you soon!!
The five minutes pass before the teenage duo are face to face with Ailyn in said makeup chair. Ai looks livid and kinda pouting which is making putting on her quite challenging
Six: I got here as quickly as I could, that Italian beef sandwich was delicious!
Ailyn: Where does she get the right to think I'm not prepared for this match, Sis? I'm Ailyn Ruin. I stay ready!!
Six: You're still so new here it could be taken that you're lackadaisical by going to Disney.
Ailyn: Who's side are you on here, Six?
Six: The match side, Sis. You two need to figure your shit out quickly or that big chick and Scary Mask are going to work you two.
Hearing her person being so sensible softens the Silly Girl and the makeup artist is clearly relieved that her job just got easier.
Six: And anyways, who cares what grumpy ass Brie thinks you're the future of the biz and she's nearly one foot out the door at her age.
Ailyn: You're right, I'm not going to let this bother me and go out there and do what I do. It's my PPV debut after all and the whole world is watching. You look cute by the way. Is this what you're wearing to the ring?
Six: You're not the only one that stays ready, bestie!!
Aylin: I'm so happy to have you by my side in all facets of my life, Sis.
Six: Backatcha, Bestie. Now go show the Creepy Bitches ass!?!
The duo giggle before Six gives Ai a hug.
Singles Match
Raze vs. Rebecca Maverick
Raze vs. Rebecca Maverick
Torres: The following SINGLES MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
The main arena lights go down, replaced by flashing lights and spotlights moving across the ramp. Raze appears at the entranceway and takes a few steps out of the curtain, eyes covered by sunglasses. Older fans who remember get loud on seeing him back in action, while younger ones who don't know him, get drowned out. He stops a moment, surveying everything in front of him as the vocals to his music come in.
He strides down the ramp with the casual confidence only a veteran could possess, checking wraps on his hands without looking as he gets to the ringside area and hops up onto the ring apron.
"Feeling alright in the noise and the light, but that's what lights my fire"
He gets into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle of the corner at the ring steps, throwing his fists high overhead.
"HELLRAISER, in the thunder and heat"
The main lights come back up, letting the crowd see him as he walks to the opposite corner to do the same thing, working his way to all four corners. When he's done, he removes the sunglasses and his t-shirt, letting everyone see the countless scars all over his torso, especially his back, relics of his past, etched into his flesh. With a crick of the neck and roll of a shoulder, he's ready to go.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Glasgow, Scotland….weighing in at a weight of two hundred and forty pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches…he is RAZZZZZZZEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They say we are what we are, but we don’t have to be
I’m bad behavior but I do it in the best way
I’ll be the watcher (Watcher) of the eternal flame
I’ll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams
I’m bad behavior but I do it in the best way
I’ll be the watcher (Watcher) of the eternal flame
I’ll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams
Rebecca Maverick walked out to the center of the stage with her head held high and both arms stretched out wide on each side of her. The confident brunette smirked at the camera while a display of pyros went off behind her. Rebecca pointed her index finger into the camera lens while she strutted down the ramp talking trash on her opponent that evening.
Oh, I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass, glass, glass
Oh, I try to picture me without you, but I can’t
Oh, I try to picture me without you, but I can’t
Rebecca was seen wearing a black and gold wrestling crotch top along with a matching vest. She supported the city of Pittsburgh with a matching pair of black/gold knee pads and kick padded boots which aligned perfectly with the pair of black/gold booty wrestling shorts she commonly wore on occasion. The beautiful brunette flashed off her perfect smile towards the camera, as she circled the center of the ring with her head held up high and arms spread out wide beside her, clearly showing off the amount of confidence she carried entering the match.
'Cause we could be immortals, immortals
Just not for long, for long
And live with me forever now, pull the blackout curtains down
Just not for long, for long.
Just not for long, for long
And live with me forever now, pull the blackout curtains down
Just not for long, for long.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania…weighing in at a weight of one hundred and twenty-one pounds…standing at a height of five feet seven inches….she is REBECCCCCCCCAAAAAA MAVERICCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Raze is in his second match upon his return to the sport and once again he’ll be facing a world class athlete in Rebecca Maverick.
Samson: Calm down there, Taj. Let’s not get too hasty throwing out words like “world class” in conjunction with Rebecca. She has potential, with the correct guidance, but world class isn’t something she is nowhere near being.
DING DING DING!!!
Rebecca and Raze begin to circle each other. Raze turns and signals to the crowd, Rebecca looks unimpressed. As he continues to size her up, Rebecca takes advantage and hits him with an open palm strike to the solar plexus followed by a roundhouse kick which sends the hardcore veteran to the mat. Raze quickly climbs to his feet and shakes off the attack before locking up with Rebecca. Maverick tries to strike him in an effort to shake loose the hold, but Raze is able to overpower, lift her over his head, and send her to the mat with a gorilla press slam!
Taj: Rebecca showing some ferocity as well as speed early on, but Raze is showing off a bit of strength against a smaller opponent.
Samson: Can he just use that strength to pin her and we can get on with it? We've got a few more matches before we get to my client, The Greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, “Ya Girl” Q, in the main event.
The Pittsburgh Princess bounces back to her feet and hits Raze with a strong side kick. He stumbles a bit and Rebecca drives him to the mat with a tornado DDT. She drops down for the cover.
One…Raze tosses her off!
Taj: That's not going to be enough to finish off Raze!
The Dread King climbs to his feet and whips Rebecca into the ropes. She is able to duck under a clothesline attempt on the rebound, but Raze hits her with a second one. As Rebecca writhes on the mat, Raze pulls her to her feet. He sets her up for a piledriver, but Rebecca wiggles free and hits him with a chop to the chest followed by another and another.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!
Rebecca hits him with a spinning crescent kick. Raze is wobbling again and Rebecca grabs him by the hand before pulling off a ripcord spinning elbow!
Taj: Rebecca executes that ripcord beautifully.
Samson: Back in the day, Jericho would have NEVER been this dominated by a lesser opponent.
Rebecca hits Raze with a leg drop before covering again.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Rebecca quickly pulls Raze into a rear chinlock. Raze fights against it, but Rebecca has the hold locked in tight. Raze is finally able to break the hold and both competitors get to their feet. Raze tosses Rebecca into the corner with one arm and follows up with a splash. Rebecca pancakes on the mat and Raze drops down, flipping her over, and covering.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Another impressive show of strength by Raze, but it wasn't enough for him to earn a three count.
Samson: Whoop-de-doo, he's stronger than Rebecca…we get it. His time has clearly passed him by in this sport and he refuses to see it.
Raze lifts Rebecca to her feet and gives her an elbow to the face, drawing some heat from the crowd before following up with a sidewalk slam. Raze stands and smiles, flexing into the crowd, which elicits some boos.
Taj: Raze teasing the crowd and some of them don't like what they are seeing.
Samson: I mean, neither do I….
Raze smirks just as Rebecca kips up. Raze turns right into the backside of her fist. Rebecca hits him with another strong strike with her left hand. She's in full concentration now as she chops his chest and backhands him one more time, before she grabs his wrist, and falls backward into a facebreaker. Rebecca scrambles back to her feet, kicking Raze once for good measure and rushes over to the corner and begins to climb the turnbuckles.
Taj: What is Rebecca up to?
Samson: It appears she is climbing to the top rope, Taj.
Rebecca takes a moment to steady herself, but Raze is able to get to his feet and scrambles to the corner. He grabs hold of Rebecca and tosses her to the mat. Rebecca hits hard! Raze looks over his shoulder before climbing to the top rope and leaps off, shaking the ring as he drops an elbow on his opponent. The crowd cheers loudly.
Taj: Raze taking a big chance there and it looks like it paid off.
Samson: Veteran instincts, I guess.
Raze covers.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!!
Both wrestlers are slow to get up but Rebecca is quicker. She snaps off a quick superkick catching Raze off guard. Raze drops to the mat. Rebecca eyes the ropes again.
Taj: No way…
Samson: She's going to try again isn't she?
Rebecca climbs to the top rope as the fans erupt in cheers. Rebecca leaps off but before she can land a backward moonsault, Raze catches her by the legs and uses her own momentum to hoist her up over him as he falls slightly backward causing Rebecca to hit throat first on the top rope!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Raze quickly covers.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match…Raze!
Taj: Two of the best, showing why they are just that.
Samson: Hyperbole much, Taj?
After some time after pondering the conversation she has had with Ailyn earlier, Brianna decides to go after Ailyn to talk to her some more. She continues down the hall when she sees Travis standing there outside of a room. Stopping for a moment she quickly went up to him grabbing his arm.
Brie: Travis, I really need to talk to you. Do you have a minute?
Travis turned at the hurried touch and immediately smiled at seeing Brianna.
Travis: Yeah. I got time. What's up?
Brie: I don’t know what to do. When I got here tonight I went to Ailyn’s locker room to talk with her about the match. She kept trying to argue with me when all I wanted to do was talk to her. And then she asked me not to quit on her like her mentor did without giving her an answer as to why she quit.
Travis listened intently as Brie spoke, watching her just as carefully. When she paused, he reached up and gave Brie’s shoulder a soft squeeze.
Travis: Catch your breath, Phoenix. Take a moment. Okay?
Travis waited a moment and then smiled
Travis: Ailyn is a rookie. She’s young, inexperienced, and rash. Her mentor quit with no warning, so she’s hurt. She needs reassurance and time. That's all you can give her.
Brie: You’re absolutely right when you put it that way. I mean I should have known going into that locker room was hurt when she ignored me and gave me the attitude she gave me. But honestly, I just want her to succeed in this business. We didn’t strategize about our match because it was a big argument. I owe it to her to let her know that she has someone here watching out for her.
Travis: Just like you have someone watching out for you too. Don’t forget that. I won’t let them attack you the way they’ve been attacking Justice.
Travis gave her shoulder a soft rub and smiled.
Travis: Ailyn is a good kid. Smart, strong and sweet. She’s on the right path. Sometimes she may do things you don’t like. Like Disney trips. But she doesn’t have our experience. She is going to make mistakes. And when she does, it's important she knows you aren’t judging her. That you’re going to be helping her up, dusting her off, and letting her learn and grow. Think you can handle that, Red?
Brie: Yeah. I can handle that. It’s been so long since I worked with a rookie. But I see and hear what you are saying. I’ll do the right thing when it comes time for our match.
Travis: Not just your match.
Travis shook his head and then grinned as he watched her with a smile.
Travis: Ailyn’s gonna need you for a lot longer than one match. For tonight, focus on the match. Remember your training. Kick some ass in JC’s name. But when that bell rings, you being a mentor doesn’t. You got this.
Travis turns at a sound down the hallway and then looks back at Brianna.
Travis: I have to run. Are you feeling better?
Brie: Much better. Thanks. I’m going to go find her.
Travis: Good luck. I’ll see you soon.
Travis grins and turns to head away down the corridor with a smile. Taking a few breaths as she watched him walk off Brianna then headed in the opposite direction. She would walk to the backstage area where the makeup area is and see Ailyn getting the final touches done. Standing there for a moment Brianna would then walk over to her and look at her.
Brie: Ailyn, I know you're mad at me but please listen to me right now. You see, it's been a while since I have worked with a rookie. I often forget that when a rookie comes along he or she needs the guidance from the veterans so they can succeed just like the rest of us did. But when I came into that locker room of yours tonight you gave me an attitude and I didn’t deserve it. I’m your tag team partner and because of this I have a few things to say to you. First of all, I’m sorry for talking down to you about going to Disney with Dax. I shouldn’t have done that and I’m sorry. You may be the rookie here, but you deserve time off just like the rest of us do. Also, I shouldn’t have questioned your training habits. I know you come from the Ruin family and I don’t know them but have heard how good they are.
Grabbing the makeup brush out of the artist’s hand Brianna would look at how the makeup was being done and finish the other side to match the other side. Setting the brush down she looked at Ailyn again grabbing those earpods out of her hands as she was going to put them in her ears to ignore Brianna.
Brie: I wasn’t listening to you Ailyn. You tried to tell me about giving everything up that pertains to the Ruin family and I ignored that and acted as if you were the one not listening to me. I’m sorry. I do mean that. I get that you’re hurt because your mentor quit on you. But you know what? I’m not her. I won’t quit on you. I’ll have our back. You have to have mine though. Speaking of mentors, you asked me not to quit on you like your mentor did. I’ve already said I won’t quit on you. You are the rookie here and you need the guidance and support of all the veterans. And some of them have better abs than William Ryder. Not that I was looking. Ok, who am I kidding I was looking while pretending not to look while Travis changed his t-shirt one day..I will give you all of that. You have to be the one to accept my mentoring though. We are in this match together and we will fight together. Please say something!
Ailyn: Thank you for letting me take a minute to collect myself before Finishing our strategy sesh here. Christmas was absolutely amazing, but also completely soul crushing at the same time. I by name am still a Ruin, but the disgusting fortune that I’ve known my whole life is no longer at my disposal. And that’s horrifying, Brie.I don’t really want to talk about Justice because I still really fucking pissed she abandoned both of us, Brie. Not just me, you too!
Standing off to the side Six Ryan Ailyn Best Friend and Manager smiles.
Six: So quick tags , Staying fresh and not getting caught on the wrong half of the ring…Sounds like a strong gameplan to me??
She looks down at her feet .
Ailyn: Hellyeah, Six, and try to keep the big one out of the game. Does that sound good, Partner??
The Silly Girl reaches out a hand.Brianna would look at the hand in front of her and although she grew up with the dta mantra she took her hand and shook the one of Ailyn. The scene would phase as the two began to walk off down the half with Six.
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Samantha Tolson sits in her locker room, dressed in her red, black, and gold singlet with matching black boots and kneepads. Backwards in a chair, she looks to the camera.
“Massive Four, a show for some of the biggest matches to end the year on a high note, right? Well, I call bullshit.”
“I could be fighting a Ricky Stanton. That's a massive match, pun intended.”
“Maybe someone like the false god, Aleki Kekoa, for the Tidebreaker Championship he rarely defends, complete with his new false goddess. Pretty massive matchup if I do say so myself.”
“Hell, I could name a lot of names here, and they'd all be a massive matchup. But who do I draw?”
“Ace Fucking Sky. Again”
“I get another go ‘round with a guy who's as milquetoast as they come, known more for his adventures in self-fellatio than anything he's ever done inside the squared circle. I get a guy who can't even be bothered to promote his own matches, depending on the company and his opponents to do it for him.”
Samantha snorts in a derisive manner, a smirk on her lips.
“You see, Ace, last time out, if I'm honest, I took it easy on you. I didn't thrash you as hard as I could've, owing to your long years in the ring. But this time? Hell no. Once again you've sat on your hands, mentioning this match a total of one single time. I'm not your promotional mule, you lazy fuck.”
“How in the hell have you lasted in this sport as long as you have? By being a much more silent version of John Blade? By being quiet so you don't make enemies? Fuck all of that.”
“I make enemies because I speak my mind. I make enemies because I speak truth. I make enemies because I go to the ring every single time with the intention of being a heartless, violent woman bent on winning at all costs.”
“I also accept that I'm going to make enemies, because I am successful beyond measure. I have a trophy case with, quite literally, around two dozen titles in it ASIDE from the ten World Championships. Everywhere I go, promoters and owners know that I'm a proven commodity and I will find a way to rise to the very top.”
“Meanwhile, Ace, I step over people like you in doing so. You seem quite content to simply be here, to just be a professional wrestler. That won't do in my world. If I'm not trying to be the absolute best, there's no point in continuing. When I reach that point where I'm just happy to jerk some curtains, I'll retire.”
“Problem for you is I'm not anywhere close to that yet. Problem for you is I've already beaten you once, and fairly easily at that.”
“So out in that ring tonight, no more holding back. I'm going to send every champion in this company a message tonight, one they'd be wise to learn from and assimilate.”
“I'm coming. Doesn't matter if it's for the Glory title, the Pride title, or the World Championship…I will hold gold here in 1WM sooner rather than later.”
“Tonight, Ace Sky, I'm going to use your carcass to ensure than everyone here knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to win.”
“You can be as happy as you want to just be here. My goals are far loftier than being the next also-ran. My aim is higher than being a 20-year enhancement talent.”
“You're getting the full brunt of what I am capable of tonight.”
“Let's see how well you can bend over yourself after I've wrecked your back with suplexes.”
Samantha sneers at the camera for a moment, then turns away to pull on her t-shirt as the shot fades to black.
Singles Match
Ace Sky vs. Samantha Tolson
Ace Sky vs. Samantha Tolson
Torres: The following SINGLES MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
”Eye In The Sky” by The Alan Parsons Project blares as Ace Sky makes his way down tot the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Sugar Land, Texas….weighing in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….he is ACCCCCEEEE SKKKKKYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Ace coming in looking to avenge his previous loss to Samantha in their first encounter.
Samson: How do you know that, Taj? Did you talk to him? Has anyone ever talked to him? Is he even really still employed here?
"Kashmir : Instrumental" by Led Zeppelin plays as Samantha Tolson makes her way out from backstage to a cheer from the crowd.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Jefferson City, Missouri….weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches….she is SAMANTHHHHHAAAAAA TOLSOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!!!!
The bell rings, and Tolson and Sky meet at the center of the ring for a quick fist-bump. They back up and slowly start to circle each other, before going in for a lockup, that Tolson instantly turns into a side headlock. She squeezes down firmly on the headlock as Sky squirms for a moment before Ace manages to shove Samantha off towards the ropes, only for Tolson to bounce back and crash into Ace with a firm shoulder block that knocks him down. Samantha stands tall and glowers down at him, before she turns to hit the ropes again, and Ace kips up. As Tolson comes back, Ace leaps with precision and nails a dropkick putting Tolson down. Ace scrambles back up, standing over Tolson and going for a standing moonsault, but Tolson raises her knees, driving the wind out of Ace.
Samson: So is this the match where everyone has left and gone to the concession stands?
Taj: That’s not very nice, Joshua. Boh Samantha and Ace are world class wrestlers.
Samson: Maybe Samantha is…maybe.
Tolson quickly follows up with some stiff kicks to the Galaxy Guru's ribs as he's still trying to suck in some wind, pushing him back into the corner and then driving her shoulder right into those wounded ribs. The Pretty Little Murder Machine backs up after a few shoulders, stepping away a little and then charging in and driving her shoulder right back into those ribs again, doubling Ace over in the corner from the force. Samantha is quick to pull Ace from the corner, and then flips the Space Shaman over, and drives him into the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex. Instead of bridging, Tolson rolls through with the momentum, getting back to her feet and raising Ace high in a suplex, only to drop him down forwards right over her bent knee with a gutbuster! Tolson pushes Ace down to the mat and then quickly covers him as the referee hits the mat.
One…
Tw…kick out!
Tolson barely gives the referee a look before she's climbing to her feet, dragging Ace up with her. A knee to the gut doubles Ace up, and Samantha wraps her arms around Sky, lifting him up for a gutwrench, but the Galaxy Guru wriggles free and drops behind her. Charging the ropes quickly, Ace bounces back with a spinning heel kick, cracking Tolson square across the face as she turns, and knocking her back down. Ace quickly follows up with an elbow drop, before he drags Tolson up, and hits her with a spinning side kick to the stomach. Ace keeps his momentum going, pushing Tolson back into the ropes and launching off with a knife edge chop, but that just seems to wake Tolson up!
Crowd: WOOO!!!!
Tolson glares at Sky who fires off a second chop, but Samantha just shrugs it off and drills Ace with an elbow to the jaw. The Space Shaman backs up a few steps, but uses the gap to his advantage as he spins back around with a roundhouse kick that cracks Samantha in the side of the head. Ace takes a second to catch his breath and then turns and charges across the ring, but as he bounces back he's greeted by a rising knee from the charging Tolson, drilling Ace right in the jaw with her MIND YOUR HEAD! Tolson lands on Sky and quickly reaches over to hook a leg.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!!
Taj: That was so close!
Samson: I’m so close to getting up and going to get myself a beer!
Tolson catches her breath for a moment, calming herself down and then rolling over and climbing back to her feet. Pulling Ace up, she slams a knee into his ribs to double him over, and then sets him between her legs, and starts setting up for a Victory Drop Alpha....but Ace backdrops her out of it! Tolson is quick to bounce back up, and Ace fires off another roundhouse kick, connecting flush with her jaw and it drops Tolson down to one knee. Ace spots his chance and moves in quickly, hooking his arms around Tolson's, and then letting out a giant roar as he starts to lift her for the EOL....but Tolson rolls right through and lands on her feet behind him. The Pretty Little Murder Machine moves on instinct, pulling Ace down into a reverse headlock, and then driving him into the canvas with a Beautiful Oblivion Rendezvous!
Tolson doesn't let go after the first one either, instead dragging the stunned and wounded body of Ace back up with the headlock still on....and she does it again as Los Angeles roars! THIS time she reaches over to hook both of Ace Sky's legs and the referee hits the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match….Samantha Tolson!!
Taj: A brilliant display of wrestling put on by Samantha.
Samson: She’s still nowhere near ready for my client, The Greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, “Ya Girl” Q. I’ll be back. Going to make a beer run.
The scene cuts backstage to the vicious and terrifying combo that is Braddock and Cory Chevelle strolling backstage. There's some security trailing behind them, but they're keeping back a bit. As they reach one corner, the two men share a look and a fist-bump before Cory goes forward and Braddock turns and strolls down a corridor. It's soon clear where Braddock is headed as he reaches the cafeteria, stepping into the massive room and scowling at a few of the people sitting at a nearby table. As Braddock goes to head to the counter though, a voice comes from behind him.
Travis Levitt: “Post match grub. A key part of your routine.”
Braddock spins at that, turning to look and sees Travis Levitt is leaning against the wall right by where he entered, arms crossed over his latest merch shirt but otherwise looking ready for his match tonight. Braddock's stance loosens a little and the big man stares at Travis for a moment before smiling.
Braddock: “Man's gotta eat, coach.”
Travis Levitt: “I know.”
Travis's tone is calm and unemotive, but there's a tension in his stare that seems to finally catch Braddock's attention. The Anti-Icon squinting at Travis for a moment and then glancing around.
Braddock: “Shouldn't you be getting ready for your match?”
Travis Levitt: “I was. I was getting into my head, taping up my wrists, and psyching myself up. And as a special treat for myself, I decided to watch two of my rookies in a great opening match to start Massive IV.”
Immediately Braddock tenses and a small scowl crosses his lips while Travis pushes off the wall and makes a few short steps to get closer to Braddock. The Dragon staring intently at Braddock and then speaking once more to break the silence.
Travis Levitt: “You feel good about yourself? You and your new glory hound friend have fun destroying Mark like that?”
Braddock: “Just tr—-”
Travis Levitt: “Trying to make a statement. I know. I get it. Believe me, I get it.”
There’s a few more moments of awkward pause between the two before Travis shakes his head and turns to step away.
Travis Levitt: “It's not how I would have wanted you to make an impression, but if you need cheap shots and sneak attacks to get some attention, then go right ahead Big Guy.”
A snarl escapes Braddock and he instinctively takes a step towards Travis, but The Dragon spins quickly around, a single hand held up and stopping Braddock. The Anti-Icon glares at The Dragon tensely while Travis watches him carefully until Braddock snarls.
Braddock: “What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Are you trying to say something, Coach?”
Travis Levitt: “I’m just wondering, Braddock. Why a man who holds world titles and gold in multiple other companies. Who is as big, dangerous, and vicious as you, finds the need to cheap shot two fellow rookies instead of getting them between the ropes and fighting them.”
There’s a few moments of pause before a small smile crosses Travis’ lips and he eases up and leans slightly in.
Travis Levitt: “Let me guess…..Cory’s idea? The old glory hound giving you some nice suggestions about how things worked for him in his day? The Silverback not wanting to actually wrestle, and instead just attack people to send a message?”
Braddock’s look reveals nothing, though the anger can still be seen seething as he takes a moment before replying.
Braddock: “Respectfully? Its none of your fucking business, Coach.”
Travis Levitt: “You’re right. It’s not. I’m just curious. You do you, Big Guy. Weren’t you looking to eat?”
Travis nods his head towards the counter, and after a moment Braddock eases back. The Anti-Icon starts to turn to walk away, getting a step or two before Travis’ voice breaks the silence again.
Travis Levitt: “Of course. I could make it my business….”
Braddock turns back to look at Travis again, The Dragon smiling softly. It takes a moment but Braddock finally straightens himself up and scowls.
Braddock: “You already have. Haven’t you? That's why you’re waiting in here for me.”
Travis Levitt: “See? I knew you were paying attention during my lessons.”
Travis steps towards Braddock again, but then steps past him, heading for the cashier and speaking a few silent words. The cashier turns to go grab some items, and Travis turns back to Braddock.
Travis Levitt: “See, when you do things in OCW or UWL, that's on you. I have no skin in the game. I can try and guide and teach, but you are your own man with your own path. When you walk into my house, into 1WM, and you bring a friend, and you try that shit here? Well…..now we have an issue Braddock. And so now it seems I need to teach you again.”
Travis turns at the approaching footsteps, taking a plate full of steak and chips, and a can of Probst, and then turns back to Braddock. Stepping towards him, The Dragon sets the food on the table next to the Anti-Icon and smiles.
Travis Levitt: “Eat up, Big Guy. Because you and your new friend have already been booked for another tag match. In two weeks' time at Glory, it’ll be the Anti-Icon and the Silverback against The Dragon and……”
Travis pauses for a moment, letting it build but then chuckles and shakes his head.
Travis Levitt: “Well. I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise now. Would I? See you back at the Hangar. Enjoy your meal.”
Travis playfully slaps Braddock on the shoulder and then steps past him, heading for the exit. Braddock turns to look towards him and calls out.
Braddock: “You aren’t going to tell me?”
Travis Levitt: “Nope. Part of the Lesson. See ya soon!”
And with that Travis heads out and the shot turns back to Braddock, glancing down at the plate and his fists clenching tightly as we fade to the next scene.
Singles Match
“The Dragon” Travis Levitt vs. William Ryder
“The Dragon” Travis Levitt vs. William Ryder
Torres: The following SINGLES MATCH is scheduled forONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE tie limit!
'Through The Fire And The Flames' by Dragon Force blares through the speakers as the crowd roars for the arrival of “The Dragon” Travis Levitt.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Richmond, Virginia….weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds…standing at a height of six feet five inches…he is The Dragon….TRAVIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSS LEVITTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Travis has been making quite the name for himself in the past few months. He’s really become the go to good guy.
Samson: By good guy you mean roster casanova then yes he’s a good guy.
Taj: Really, Joshua?
Samson: First Arley Kirk, now Brianna Matthews, and it looks like Ailyn Ruin is next.
Taj: You sound a bit…jealous?
Samson: Please I have two beautiful wives I go home to every night.
When I wake up to the sound of demons
They're always telling me that I'm no good
And all the angels keep scratching at my door
I'm doing what I can to fight this anger
I'm just a product of a living hell
And I don't wanna live like this no more
They're always telling me that I'm no good
And all the angels keep scratching at my door
I'm doing what I can to fight this anger
I'm just a product of a living hell
And I don't wanna live like this no more
The crowd showed a mixed reaction towards the opening chords to "Prayers for the Damned" began to consume the attention of the audience. A hungry and extremely motivated William Ryder made his presence known the moment he emerged from behind the eerie black colored curtain.
Everything is ruined in my head
Sometimes I wish I was
Sometimes I wish I was
The entire crowd would begin to gravitate their focus towards a man who no desire to cater to their futile opinions about him. The former inaugural EHWF Anarchy World Champion stood at the top of the entrance ramp supporting a black zip-up hoodie that supported a golden crown symbol on the front left chest, the words Enterprise written across the back also in gold print. He supported a pair of long black tights with a golden skull wearing a crown with the words Enterprise written above and below it. Two black knee pads with the right knee displaying the same skull wearing a crown logo in the center. Beneath the black hoodie he kept un-zipped in order to show off his incredible physique and perhaps the most impressive six pack in pro wrestling, he also wore a plain black elbow pad over his left elbow for both support and comfort. The rest of his attire consisted of matching black and gold kick-padded boots and a pair of black blackhawk full length tactical gloves over his hands.
But maybe I'm not alone
Maybe if you take my hand
And I reach up to God
Maybe this time he'll say a prayer for the damned
What have I got to lose
When I've already lost it all
Maybe this time he'll say a prayer for
Say a prayer for the damned
For the damned
Maybe if you take my hand
And I reach up to God
Maybe this time he'll say a prayer for the damned
What have I got to lose
When I've already lost it all
Maybe this time he'll say a prayer for
Say a prayer for the damned
For the damned
He slowly began a slow walk towards the ring for the sole purpose of making his opponent sit and wait on him knowing damn well it got underneath their skin. He slowly began to circle the outside of the ring like a great white shark circling it's wounded prey a moment before it strikes, never once shying his eyesight away from his opponent. He casually slid into the ring beneath the bottom rope before lifting himself up onto one knee directly in front of the turnbuckle. He smirked, making sure never to break eye contact with the person standing across the squared circle from him. He once again continued to take his time removing the hoodie from his ripped body before tossing it over the top rope and onto the outside floor.
Have you ever been abused by someone
So blue that it chills your soul?
Have you ever been afraid of your own ghost?
I'm just a creature of a broken past
We're all looking for a second chance
And I don't wanna live like this no more
So blue that it chills your soul?
Have you ever been afraid of your own ghost?
I'm just a creature of a broken past
We're all looking for a second chance
And I don't wanna live like this no more
He impatiently waited for the bell to ring to make a move on his next opponent. William continued to lock eyes with the individual standing across the ring from him. His piercing ice cold blue eyes were compared to that of a man staring into the pitch black abyss. He waited for the bell to ring to quickly make his way across the ring in order to try to gain the upper-hand and strike first.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Hollywood, Florida…weighing in at one hundred and ninety-nine pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is WILLIAAAAMMMMM RYDEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!
Samson: Speaking of good guys, Bill needs to pick a damn side and stay there. One minute he wants to bask in the adoration of these plebs and the next minute he wants their jeers.
Taj: That could be one of the reasons that have led to this match between these two former friends.
DING DING DING!!!
With the bell ringing, the tension inside the Crypto.com arena rises as Travis and William each move forward until they are eye-to-eye. Travis has the clear size advantage, but there is no sign of fear or trepidation in William's eyes either. The two men stare each other down, letting the buzz grow throughout the arena, before Travis takes a step back, and William wastes no time throwing a right hand, but Travis blocks it! The Dragon returns fire with a right of his own and it sets off a furious exchange of rights and lefts as Ryder and Levitt tee off on each other, scrapping quickly and ferociously until the referee throws himself between the two men demanding they break it up, after seeing one too many closed fists.
Travis is quick to recognise the official, throwing his arms up and backing away, and the referee has to fight to push back the struggling Ryder. Ryder struggles for a few more moments before grabbing the referee by his collar and tossing him aside. The crowd gasps at the shocking act, and Ryder himself seems to realise he's fucked up, staring at the referee for a moment but turning his attention back to Travis, and is greeted by a RESURRECTION KICK!
Taj: William took his eye off the ball for a hot second and it cost him!
Samson: It’s back to what I said…if he wants to be the bad guy, BE. THE. BAD.GUY. Caring about the welfare of a referee is not the move.
The crowd gasp at the sudden shot, watching as Ryder crashes to the mat, but William has the wits to roll as he hits the mat, managing to roll right out of the ring and Travis turns to grab him but can only groan as he sees Ryder has made it out of the ring. Running a hand through his hair from his kneeling position, Levitt glances at the ref and makes sure he's okay, taking a few moments to make sure the match isn't being called off before he rolls out of the ring himself in pursuit of his former friend.
Ryder is trying to crawl away outside the ring, still shaking the cobwebs free and he reaches for the barricade, only to find a thick hand gripping him by the back of the neck. Travis drags William up, turning him enough to look him in the eyes and smiling and then turning and biel tossing William, sending him crashing right into the barricade! Travis stares at William as he's slumped against the barricade for a moment and then marches over and pulls Ryder up, but William seizes Travis by the trunks and yanks him down, bringing his throat right down on the top of the barricade!
Crowd: OOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!
Taj: Travis could be seriously injured after that!
Samson: He’d just learn sign language.
Travis bounces back spluttering and wheezing, clutching at his throat from the impact and behind him Ryder watches him for a moment before a smirk grows on his face. Travis turns back towards Ryder, and he's greeted by a kick right to the gut, before Ryder doubles him over, and then drills him with a RYDER DRIVER on the thinly matted floor!
Los Angeles gasps at the impact, but Ryder doesn't wait as he drags Travis up and rolls him under the bottom rope. The Great is focusing in now, as he props Travis' neck over the bottom rope, and then stands on the back of his neck and pushes down, while the referee makes a count next to him. At three and three-quarters, Ryder hops off and it leaves Travis flailing like a fish on the mat. The Dragon is clutching at his neck, while Ryder takes a moment to bask in the hatred of the fans as it drowns him.
William finally stops posing to turn back towards Travis, pulling up on The Dragon by the scruff of the neck, but a kneeling Travis fires off some right hands to William's gut. The Great wheezes with the blows, and Levitt uses the moment to climb to his feet, sizing William up for another big right, but Ryder ducks it, and the momentum sends Travis stumbling a step or two past Ryder, who grabs him by the sides of the head and drops him with a hangman's neckbreaker right over his shoulder! Again Travis is left flailing and clutching at his wounded neck, until Ryder pushes him down to the mat, hooking both legs and watching the referee slide into place.
One…
T…Travis forces a shoulder up.
The wicked grin on William's face shows he intended that, knowing Travis being forced to shoulder up would just hurt his neck some more. Ryder slowly climbs to his feet, running a hand through his sweat stained hair, and then grabbing at Travis and pulling him up. Ryder pulls Travis over to the ropes, and then glances around at the crowd, before he takes a two step run up, leaps over the top rope, and brings Travis' throat right down on the top rope, sending The Dragon crashing back and wheezing even worse!
There's no rush in Ryder's movements as he watches Travis, rubbing at his jaw for a second before he climbs up onto the apron and then between the ropes. He stalks over to the kneeling Dragon, and sets Travis' head between his legs, glancing around at the crowd with a sick grin, before he bends down, and then lifts Travis right up, and drops him on his head with a piledriver! Travis is barely even moving after that one, and Ryder lays over The Dragon's chest and watches the referee intently.
One…
Two...Travis kicks out!
Ryder stares at the referee in absolute shock after that, but takes a moment and then climbs back to his feet. He sets Travis' head between his legs again, and lifts him up, driving right back down on his head with a cradle piledriver! Ryder doesn't bother covering this time, as he climbs right back up, setting Travis up again, and then driving him back down with ANOTHER piledriver! Los Angeles can only watch in shock as Travis is barely twitching on the mat, and Ryder stares at him for a moment and then shakes his head. Looking out at the crowd, he raises a single finger calling for one more!
Taj: This is very hard to watch! What is William’s motivation behind all of this?!
Samson: I was thinking that Bill might actually be jealous of the relationship Arley and Travis were forming. Maybe Bill has a thing for Travis and he feels scorned?
Ryder drags Travis up, bending over and starting to set him up for a Ryder Driver, but Travis crumples to the mat, absolutely dead weight at William's feet. Travis weakly claws at William's ankles, The Great staring down at Travis, a confused look crossing his face for a moment before he sighs and takes a few steps back, kicking away Travis' hand from his feet, and then looks towards the referee, and waves him in. The referee seems a little shocked at first but then slides down to check on Travis while Ryder watches from a neutral corner, but after a few moments the referee nods and then looks back at William and shrugs, waving him back in.
Taj: The official has checked on the condition of Travis and has deemed that he can continue in this match.
Samson: I must admit that Travis is a survivor. Anyone else probably would have thrown in the towel.
Confusion crosses Ryder's eyes but it suddenly changes to anger and he marches in with sickening intent, bending down to grab Travis who throws his head up and catches Ryder's jaw suddenly. Levitt slumps back to the mat with a hand on the back of his neck, while William stumbles away, but Travis manages to push himself up, and as Ryder stumbles back towards him, Travis kicks William right in the gut, hooks both his arms and starts lifting him for Rene's Rise.....but he loses his grip mid-lift, and Ryder squirms back to his feet, and then spins behind Travis and wraps The Dragon's neck into a LAST BREATH (Rear Naked Choke)! Ryder is screaming in exertion as he squeezes on Travis' neck, while The Dragon flails his arms around trying to find something to get a hold of!
Samson: If Bill wins this match we won’t hear the end of it.
Taj: Nor should we honestly. Defeating Travis would be a clear feather in anyone’s hat.
The Dragon is slowly losing the fight in Ryder's arms, his body wobbling, and Ryder is nodding his head exuberantly as he knows victory is at hand. Levitt slips a few steps forward, arm reaching for the ropes but Ryder keeps managing to pivot his weight, keeping Travis' hand far away from the ropes, and The Dragon' eyes start to fade, his arm drooping a little. Ryder roars and nods happily, glancing toward the ref as if to check him.....when Travis's eyes pop open and The Dragon throws his arms up with an almighty roar!
Taj: The Dragon isn't down just yet!
With his second wind he charges the corner, before pressing a foot on the middle rope and then flipping his body backwards, sending Ryder crashing to the mat, but The Great keeps the LAST BREATH locked on, while Travis keeps his body flipped over, and in the process has Ryder's shoulders pinned to the mat beneath his body. The referee spots it and instantly dives down to slap the mat!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Ryder lets go of the hold and Travis crumples right to the mat, but its too late! The referee counted three!
Torres: The winner of this match…. Travis Levitt!!
Taj: TRAVIS LEVITT HAS DEFEATED WILLIAM RYDER!!
Samson: This actually makes me happy. Now we’ll see if the flip flopper Bill will pick a side?
Ryder can only sit there and stare at the referee in shock, while Los Angeles roars its appreciation at what was a close tough match. William looks over to see the referee is checking on Travis again, who is weakly raising a hand to show he is okay. The Dragon is wheezing and using his other hand to rub at his throat, and William watches this for a moment before he rubs both hands over his face, and then reaches for the ropes.
Samson: Come on, Bill, this is the part where you bash the hell out of Travis!
Ryder climbs to his feet and then starts to step between the ropes, but half-way through he stops, and turns back to stare at Travis who has managed to roll onto his back and drape himself in the corner. William and Travis stare at each other for a moment before William brings his leg back in and steps back towards the ring, slowly making his way towards The Dragon.
Taj: Don’t do it, William. Don’t do it.
LA are watching intently, as Ryder stands over the seated Travis, not sure what exactly is about to happen......until Ryder sticks his hand out towards Travis! The Dragon looks at the hand, and then back up at Ryder's face, and a slow smile crosses his face as he reaches up and takes Ryder's hand!
Samson: GODDAMNIT!!
The former Prince pulls Travis up on wobbly feet, the former friends staring at each other for a moment and then giving each other a one armed bro-hug! Ryder steps back and turns to face LA, raising Travis arm, to pose for a moment, but it sends Travis stumbling to one knee, clutching at his neck, and Ryder lets go, putting a hand on Travis's back to make sure he's okay.
After a few more moments, Levitt drops back to the mat, rolling from the ring and Ryder follows him, The Great helping his friend up the ramp and towards the medics room.
Singles Match
Kelli Saint vs. “Napalm” Silas Jessup
Kelli Saint vs. “Napalm” Silas Jessup
Torres: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall.
“The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning” by the Smashing Pumpkins plays in the arena. Silas walks out to a mostly hostile reaction. He could care less though. He makes his way to the ring with nothing but contempt for his opponent.
Torres: Introducing first from Los Angeles, California….weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eleven and half inches….he is a former Glory Champion…. he is Napalm…SILAAAASSSSS JESSUUUUPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Uh, did Herbert accidentally omit that Silas was representing the Samson Family?
Samson: Mind your business, Taj.
The Sounds and Sights of Chaos are heard and shown on the OneTron as Kelli walks out to a similar reaction as her opponent. She has some unfriendly words for her opponent as she makes her way to the ring.
Torres: And his opponent, also from Los Angeles, California….weighing in at one hundred and fifty-seven pounds….standing at a height of five feet seven inches…. she is KELLLLLLIIIIII SAINNNNNNTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Kelli was on the cusp of possibly defeating Q for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship until Silas interfered apparently on your behest, Joshua?
Samson: Mind your business, Taj.
Once in the ring both wrestlers stare at each other with malice and disdain from across the ring. The tension is thick between the heel combatants as they talk trash about each other. The official struggles to keep them apart as neither is willing to give an inch. The self-professed Killjoy of Wrestling,Kelli Saint, says something that really sets the “Napalm” Silas Jessup into combat mode. The official has enough of the jaw-jacking and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Silas and Kelly lock up in the middle of the ring in a collar and elbow tie-up. Silas quickly gets the upper hand and presses Kelli back into the ropes. The official calls for a clean break but Silas just ignores him and sears Kelli with a knife-edge chop!
Crowd: WOOOOO!
There is no respite for Kelli as she receives another chop from Silas!
Crowd: WOOOOO!
Silas grabs Kelli by the arm and Irish whips her across the ring. Kelli rebounds and is nearly decapitated by a malicious clothesline! Silas doesn’t hesitate and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…solid kick out!
Silas looks at the crowd with a sinister grin on his face.
Taj: It’s still very early in the match, but Silas seems confident he’s got the pace of the match fully in his control.
Silas unceremoniously pulls Kelli up by her hair despite the official’s protest. He gives Kelli a quick right to the head and follows it up with another Irish whip only this time into one of the ring corners. He follows Kelli into the corner with a smash. Kelli is seeing stars as the turnbuckles hold her up. Silas climbs up to the second rope. It’s not lost to the crowd or Silas that his crotch is pretty much in Kelli’s face as he smirks maliciously. He doesn’t let the innuendo stop him from delivering hard rights into Kelli’s head as the crowd counts the ten blows.
Crowd: Eight… nine… ten!
Silas jumps off the turnbuckles and backs up to admire his quick start. There isn’t much joy or killjoy in Kelli Saint as she stumbles out of the corner and nearly falls on her face. Silas doesn’t let her fall as he puts her into a front face headlock that he easily turns into a cutter. Silas goes for another early cover.
One…
Two…
THR…KICKOUT!!
Despite the near fall, Kelli musters up a stubborn escape. Silas is irritated by Kelli’s resilience and looks at the official like he’s counting too slow. The official admonishes Silas that his count is on point. Silas turns his attention back to Kelli and pulls her back up. As Silas pauses momentarily to drum up his next move, Kelly catches Silas with a sneaky fist to the midsection. She follows it up with a couple more rights before turning them into vicious knee strikes. Silas’ rock hard six pack begins to give and he doubles over. Kelli then sends Silas down into the mat headfirst with a snapmare driver!
As soon as Silas’ head bounces off the mat, Kelli quickly locks in a rear naked choke! She wrenches it with all her might as she knows the weight and power disadvantage she has against Silas won’t give her too many opportunities to do damage. The official gets on Kelli’s case as Silas’ face begins to turn blue. Silas desperately tries to use his power advantage to get up despite the lack of blood circulation. He runs backwards and rams Kelli into a corner, breaking the hold. Kelli tries to shake off the cobwebs before Silas catches a second wind. As Silas gasps in some deep breaths, Kelli pounces and stuns Silas with a double knee backbreaker! Silas writhes on the mat as he can’t seem to catch his breath! Kelli sees her opportunity and covers Silas for her first pin attempt.
One…
Two…
THR…KICKOUT!!
Taj: Very, very close pin by Kelli!
Samson: It was indeed. Never let it be said that Kelli Saint isn’t a warrior that can go with anyone in the ring.
Taj: Thinking about resigning your ex-wife to the Samson Family?
Samson: Mind your business, Taj.
Kelli screams and pounds the mat in frustration as she thought she had Silas beat. However she’s undeterred and heads for the nearest corner. She climbs up and measures Silas who is back up on his feet, but not by much. At the right moment, Kelli jumps off and hits Silas with a top rope bulldog! Another cover with one leg hooked and scissor on the corresponding arm!
One…
Two…
THR…KICKOUT!!
Somehow Silas is able to get the opposite shoulder up. Kelli looks around as if looking for something to end Silas. Instead she decides to take out her frustration on Silas by jumping on him and unloading bombs! Silas takes a few good shots as he tries to get back to a vertical base before he tires of Kelli’s onslaught and levels her with malice and a lariat. Kelli snaps back up and hits some vicious forearms of her own, rocking Silas back. He lays her out again with another clothesline but she gets up again, slower this time, but she connects with a couple more forearms that rattle Silas.
Taj: Both combatants refuse to let the other get an advantage!
Kelli changes the fortitude strategy and runs to the ropes. She bounces off and surprises Silas by drop-kicking the front of Silas’ knee. There is an audible crack that hushes the crowd as Silas screams in pain and grabs his knee! Silas seemed to have anticipated an aerial attack but didn’t expect Kelli to go low. A sinister smile forms on the Killjoy’s face. Somehow, though, Silas keeps his vertical base until Kelli shoulder tackles the opposite leg. She is quick to contort Silas’ leg in a textbook grapevine. Silas is in agony as his injured leg is now twisted out of joint. The Napalm still has the wherewithal to know where he is in the ring and slides towards the ropes. He gets to the ropes and the official quickly gets on Kelli to release the hold.
Kelli isn’t going to let Silas recover. She walks over to him and pulls him back into the middle of the ring. She kicks Silas’ injured knee for good measure before legdropping him and going for a cover while hooking the good knee.
One…
Two…
THR…KICKOUT!!
With a wounded knee and a primal scream, Silas somehow kicks out with this bad knee. Kelli is stunned! She now looks at the official, questioning his count. The official sternly tells Killjoy that Silas got his shoulder up. Kelli is incensed!
Out of anger and some desperation, Kelli grabs Silas’ bad leg and contorts it into an inverted Indian deathlock! Silas screams for his life and Kelli is merciless by putting every bit of weight on it. The official sees the agony on Silas’ face and drops down to ask Silas if he concedes the match. Silas yells negatively towards the official.
After several excruciating minutes, Silas reaches for the bottom rope and begins to crawl towards it. Every inch is another second that Kelli could be tearing ligaments in his knee. He stops reaching and the official asks Silas again if he wants to quit. Silas quickly shakes his head no and keeps reaching for the rope. He’s less than an inch away when Kelli wrenches the hold. Silas screams in pain!
Taj: The battle of the LA natives in LA is living up to it’s billing.
Samson: Is Silas really from Los Angeles though? He only received his Cali cred off association with The Headhunters who were born and bred in Stockton.
Taj: Who are also your former clients?
Samson: Mind your business, Taj.
Silas makes one final desperation lunge for the bottom rope and gets there. He grasps the bottom rope, anxiously waiting for the hold to be broken. Unfortunately, Kelli doesn’t care. She’s not letting go! With a devilish look in her eye, Kelli intends to snap every ligament in Silas’ knee even while the official yells at her to let go. He counts to four while anticipating to disqualify Killjoy but she angrily breaks the hold.
Kelli still has the advantage with Silas’ injured leg. Kelli pulls Silas back up to his feet, which is about the only way Silas can even be vertical. She backs him into the ropes and gives him an Irish whip across the ring. Silas’ knee gives out and he crashes and burns in the middle of the ring. The official checks on Silas but is pushed away by Kelli. Kelli yells at Silas to quit. Silas flips her the bird then rolls her up in a surprise small package!
One…
Two…
THR…KICKOUT!!
Taj: Silas nearly steals the match!
Kelli pops up in anger as Silas tries to crawl away. Instead Kelli legdrops him before re-contorting his bad knee in a figure-four leglock! Silas writhes in pain! While the official asks Silas if he surrenders the match, Kelli grabs the ropes near her. Silas screams louder causing the official to look up at Kelli but she’s coy as a cat after swallowing the canary. He looks back at Silas whose shoulders are down.
One…
Two…
THR….Silas sits up!
He’s writhing in pain, but he somehow manages to sit up. The pressure on the bad knee becomes unbearable. Silas is barely able to stay up, but he’d sooner pass out than give Kelli the pleasure of victory. He drops to the mat with shoulders flat! The official counts.
One…
Two…
THR….KICKOUT!!
The official’s hand hits momentarily but he waves it off and says that at the last millisecond Silas got his shoulder up! Silas keeps his arm up and looks to turn Kelli over. He’s on his side. Kelli tries to grab the ropes again but the official sees her and kicks her hand off!
Silas is still on his side. He uses near-supernatural strength to power over. He flips the figure-four over so all the pressure is on Kelli. Kelli quickly breaks the hold to save her knee from injury. Both weathered combatants slowly get up. Kelli is quicker to her feet but Silas is limping right towards him! Kelli goes for a haymaker right. Silas blocks it! Silas hits Kelli with his own haymaker that rocks the Killjoy. Kelli instinctively swings again. Another block by Silas. Silas then shoots Kelli into the ropes. On the rebound, Silas levels Kelli with a big clothesline!
Taj: The tide is turning!
Silas waits for Kelli to get back up as he tries to shake his wounded leg into compliance. Kelli gets up and Silas charges her. Kelli hits Silas with her Playtime’s Over Bicycle Kick! Silas is out on his feet but doesn’t fall. Kelli sees her chance to finish Silas. She runs to the ropes, bounces off, and… Silas catches her with a knee to the face and directly into a MDK (pump handle Death Valley driver)!
Samson: That was highly impressive.
Kelli lays limp in the middle of the ring. Silas painfully drops on top of her and hooks the leg.
One!
Two!
THREE!!!
The official calls for the bell as Silas shoves a barely conscious Kelli Saint away from him. “The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning” by The Smashing Pumpkins as the official raises Silas’ hand as he gingerly gets on his feet.
Torres: The winner of this match… Silas Jessup!
Kelli Saint slams a fist into the mat before rolling out of the ring. Silas has a few choice words for the crowd, especially the Kelli Saint fans or anyone who doubted him.
Taj: Where are you going, Joshua?
Samson: Mind your business, Taj
While Silas is celebrating, Joshua Samson makes his way into the ring. He applauds and points at Silas.
Samson: Congratulations on a well fought match, Silas.
Silas leans back on the ropes while still favoring his injured leg. Entering the ring, Samson pats Silas on the shoulder. They share a few inaudible words before Samson puts his hand out for Silas to shake it.
Crowd: BOO!
Just as Silas is about to shake Joshua’s hand “King” by Palmeeze begins to play in the arena, interrupting the handshake.
Taj: What is this about?!
“The Samoan God of War” Aleki Kekoa walks out, dressed in a black Jordan brand tracksuit. He has some words for the two men in the ring. The crowd is stunned by the Pride of 1WM Tournament Finalist’s presence at ringside. Aleki points at Silas and cusses him out. Then he points at Joshua Samson and shakes his head.
Taj: Joshua, you better get out of there! Your no contact clause doesn’t apply if you’re caught in a wrestling ring.
As soon as Aleki gets into the ring, he makes a beeline for Joshua Samson. He is intercepted by Silas. Aleki looks at Silas’ hands with disdain. The Samoan God of War’s eyes meet Silas’ momentarily before he kicks Silas’ bad knee! Silas crumbles and Aleki steps forward and comes face-to-face with Joshua Samson.
Taj: RUN, JOSHUA, RUN!!
There is a tense moment before Joshua grins sinisterly and puts out his hand. Aleki smirks and shakes his hand much to the crowd’s disapproval.
Taj: What in the world?! Joshua and Aleki have just shook hands! What does this mean?!
Silas turns around to see what’s going and Aleki connects with a vicious Superman Punch!
Taj: Silas is out!
However Aleki is not done. Aleki picks up Silas’ limp body and drills him with his My Divine Right (reverse over-the-shoulder piledriver)! Aleki stands over Silas’s unconscious body as Samson smiles approvingly as he is handed a microphone.
Samson: Silas, Silas, Silas. Did you really think I would accept [b]YOU[/b] into my family? Did you really think that YOU had even the potential to be a client of THE Executive Representative?
The crowd lets out a resounding boo. Joshua looks out to the collective crowd.
Samson: Don’t boo me, LA! This man doesn’t represent us. Early this very year he expressed on social media his disdain for California. It was at this moment I knew Silas were not cut to be amongst superior athletes such as the next Pride of 1WM Champion, the Samoan God himself, Aleki Kekoa.
THE Executive Representative looks over to Aleki and gives him the cliche “wink and hand gun” gesture.
Samson: Which leads me to some news. In case you plebs haven’t pieced it together after all these months, and what just transpired, Aleki Kekoa and I have joined forces. 2024 will be a prideful year for Aleki and it all begins tonight when he fulfills his destiny against psycho boy Douglas Crane!
Aleki and Joshua embrace before exiting the ring together and making their way backstage.
Going LIVE January 1st, 2024
Singles Match
Sydney Simon vs. Bianca Davis
Sydney Simon vs. Bianca Davis
Taj: Welcome back to the commentary table, Joshua. I must say that was a despicable display that was arranged between you and your newest client, Aleki Kekoa.
Samson: Mind your business, Taj.
Torres: The following is a SINGLES MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
"Bad Girls" by M.I.A blares as Sydney Simon makes her way down to the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Ventura, California…..weighing in at one hundred and thirty-nine pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches….she is SYDNEEEEYYYYYYY SIMOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!
Taj: Sydney is looking to get a measure of revenge tonight against Bianca Davis.
Samson: Is Sydney still employed with 1WM?
The Kill Bill siren hits over the public address system hits as after that sound of ”Hella Good” by No Doubt, hits over the public address system as the fans boo loudly. As the lights dim and begin to flash all over the arena as the cameras soon pan and sauntering out with an evil expression on her face is none other than the Pinnacle herself the vile lady of the Los Angeles Undercity herself, Bianca Davis flanked by Simon as always who claps for his employer. Who has her white suit jacket over her ring gear, and big sunglasses covering her eyes. She then does her trademark wave with the same evil sneer on her face soaking in the adverse reaction, the malicious Malibu native then saunters down the ring ignoring the fans, and their nastiness before getting into it with a few reminding of them of their station in life and disgusted they even attempted to touch her, however, she maintains the same disgusted sneer on her face, as she orders Simon up the stairs, which he does.
Within a few moments he enters the ring awaits the arrival of his unscrupulous employer as she saunters up the steel steps still maintaining that same trademark Davis swagger, as Simon then lowers the ropes for her as she enters the ring, as the Centerpiece of 1WM takes center stage. She then does her wave once again soaking in the boos as Simon stands far to the side, and claps for the Malibu native, as she soon makes her way to the corner taking off her trench coat, reveling her pinstriped wrestling gear and takes off her sunglasses handing them to Simon, as she leans in the corner, confident as always awaiting the arrival of her opponent.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Malibu, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches….she is a former Pride of 1WM Champion….she is The Pinnacle….BIANCCCCCAAAAA DAVIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!
Taj: We could be witnessing the final 1WM match of Bianca Davis tonight.
Samson: You say that like it’s a bad thing, Taj. If Lady Meathead wants to get on….let her get on! What makes her think she deserves the type of money my client, The Greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, “Ya Girl” Q, does anyway?!
DING DING DING!!!
Sydney charges forward and takes Bianca down to the mat with a clothesline! Bianca staggers back up to her feet. Sydney charges again and drives her knee into Bianca’s ribs. Bianca doubles over in pain. Sydney pounds away on her back with a few strikes to further wear her down. She then hoists Bianca into the air and slams her down to the mat with a suplex. Bianca quickly creates space. Sydney angrily glares at Bianca.
Taj: This is an aggressive start to this match…
Samson: Well, consider how the past few weeks have gone for Sydney against Bianca and the Ninja! It makes sense!
Bianca reaches her feet as Sydney Simon charges at her in the corner and hits her with a splash! Bianca stumbles out of the corner as Sydney grabs hold of her. She walks toward the middle of the ring with Bianca and launches her over her head with a belly to belly suplex! Sydney patiently watches as Bianca reaches her feet.
Taj: Sydney’s got a look on her face that suggests she’s going for a kill shot.
Samson: I’d say it’s a bit early for that.
As soon as Bianca reaches her feet, Sydney runs forward and tries to deliver a Hadoken knee to the former Pride of 1WM Champion! Bianca just barely steps out of the way in time, causing Sydney to crash to the mat. Sydney tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Bianca grabs hold of her arm and tries to lock in sleeper hold! Sydney just barely manages to make it to the ropes in time, grabbing hold of them and forcing the referee to come over and break up the hold!
Uncharacteristically, Bianca does so without hesitation. Sydney reaches her feet as Bianca closes the gap and begins to pound away on Sydney’s chest with a series of chops.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
Sydney responds by shoving Bianca away. Bianca nearly hits the mat, but keeps her footing. Sydney charges. Unfortunately for her, Bianca cuts her off with a perfectly timed dropkick!
Taj: And now Bianca Davis is showing what made her one of the more successful Pride of 1WM Champions in recent memory!
Samson: While I’m not sure that I’d really go THAT far…
Taj: Bianca was a former client of yours too?
Samson: Mind your business, Taj.
Bianca grabs hold of Sydney and tries to wear her down with a series of elbow strikes. Sydney drops down to a knee as Bianca bounces off of the ropes and plants Sydney on the mat with a bulldog! She hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…Sydney kicks out!
Before Sydney can make it back up to her feet, Bianca bounces off of the ropes again and lands on Sydney with a running legdrop! She once again goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THR…KICKOUT!!
Taj: Two nearfalls in a row and it’s beginning to look like Bianca Davis has what it takes to put this match away!
Samson: Well...Lady Meathead was a champ for a reason! If you can handle battles with my client, The Greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, “Ya Girl” Q, you can handle battles with Sydney Simon!
Taj: I’m not really sure that’s true, either…
Bianca runs over and grabs hold of Sydney, setting her up for a Broken Crown (Implant DDT)! Before she can plant Sydney on the mat, Sydney spins out of her grasp. She hits Bianca with an European uppercut that nearly knocks her off of her feet! Sydney follows it up with a second, and then a third! Sydney then grabs hold of Bianca and snaps off a snap DDT! Sydney hooks the leg to cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!!
Taj: I think everyone in the Crypto.com Arena thought that was it!
Samson: Well, can you blame them?
Taj: I can’t…
Smirking, Sydney waits for Bianca to begin dragging herself back up to her feet. She lines herself up with The Pinnacle and delivers an overhead Pele kick! Bianca drops down to her knees before struggling to make it back up to her feet. Sensing an opening, Sydney grabs hold of her and tries to get Bianca into position for her Thot Attack (Stunner). Bianca kicks Sydney in the ribs and then plants her on the mat with Killer B (Regal Cutter)! Bianca hooks the leg with the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Bianca Davis!!!
The sound of “Hella Good” by No Doubt can be heard; the outcome no one wanted has occurred. Bianca Davis has won, she prances, showing off herself as the arena fills with loud boos. This may be the last time she is seen in 1WM, given her current contract dispute with 1WM management. The Pinnacle of 1WM has the smuggest smirk imaginable.
Taj: Well, she did what she said she would do and won; however, one has to wonder if this is the last time we will see Bianca Davis in 1WM? As you all know, at the beginning of the New Year, her contract is set to expire and she and the company are in no way near an amicable agreement.
Samson: Lady Meathead overstates her value, but she won...cleanly at that.
Bianca soon sees Sydney stir; as the other competitor stirs, Bianca looks with disdain on her face, almost appalled; she dares to get up. However, after that, Sydney Simon eyeballs the Malibu native from afar, looking determined still. Despite the war these two may have had, it was clear.
Taj: Sydney can still go! What a fantastic competitor.
Samson: Go strike, Lady Meathead. She’s just standing there instead of leaving the ring.
However, a smile appears on the face of the Malibu native, a sinister-looking one, as a rise from the audience can be heard as from the back comes two women from behind, smashing into Sydney Simon! The boos only grow louder as Bianca lets out an evil sounding cackle amused at what has occurred. As the two women put boots on the fallen blonde, Bianca is enjoying herself enough for everyone else in the arena.
Samson: Who in the world are these two?!
Taj: Wait a minute…the one on the left is Nicole Benson! I heard rumblings that she was Bianca’s new protegee and is set to graduate from Yale in the spring.
Samson: So that’s the new fad, huh? Everyone is getting a protegee?
The woman on the left is an in-shape woman with brown hair; she has a big smile as she is dressed in the colors of her alma mater, Yale. The muscular woman, however, has no such smile but a stoic look; the massive woman soon looks at the orchestrator of the whole beatdown, who points down to Syd before shouting over the loud boos.
Bianca Davis: Do it, do it now! Show this wretch what happens when I am opposed.
Soon, the monster of a woman picks up a hurt Syd, who tries fighting back but is clubbed by a giant forearm before being set up into a powerbomb position, and lifts her high in the air before dropping her to the sound of a sickening thud! Davis is laughing maniacally as Nicole has the same big smile on her face.
Taj: This is sick! Sydney could have been broken in half!
Samson: Where on Earth did Lady Meathead find her?!
Taj: Jealous you didn’t find her first?
The trio in the ring are circling and clearly looking to add damage to the attack, but any further ambush is going to have a stepping stone, as ”Through the Fire and the Flames” roars throughout the arena. Crypto Arena rising as one as from the back out steps ‘The Dragon’ Travis Levitt!
Samson: This guy again?! I can already see a memo going out tomorrow that “Travis Levitt was overissued last night and the fans are starting to resent him”.
Travis has a slight limp to his step and a hand on the back of his neck, wounds from his earlier war with William Ryder but The Dragon is damn determined to not let any further ambushes happen. Levitt pauses at the end of the ramp, while inside the ring Bianca waves him in, pointing out that the numbers are against him.
Taj: Travis’ heart may be in the right place, but I don’t like his chances here! This is a suicide mission! If he gets in that ring, he’ll end up just like Sydney.
Its clear that would be the case. And Travis raises his free hand to point at each of the three women in the ring, and then at himself. The Dragon slowly counting three and then at himself, and glancing out at the crowd. Benson moves over to sit on the middle rope, holding up the top and waving Travis in, while the monster merely stares and snarls. Travis takes a deep breath and then rolls his shoulders, half-stepping forward but then stopping and shaking his head.
Taj: Surely Travis isn’t just going to leave Sydney here! Someone needs to do something!
Samson: Travis isn’t stupid, Taj. He’s a little too nice. A little too caped up for my liking but he always does the right thing. But in this case its almost as if…..
Samson may have started to work something out, but the Los Angeles crowd gets the answer themselves, when a blur jumps the barricade, races to the ring, and grabs Bianca by her ankle! Davis is caught completely off guard as she’s dragged from the ring and quickly heaved into the steel steps by Ailynn Ruin! The thunk of steel meeting flesh echoes through the arena, and Benson hops off the middle rope as she spins at the sound, the monster following suit and staring in shock at the rookie’s arrival. Unfortunately Nicole has completely forgot where she was, and she soon joins her mentor, being dragged under the bottom rope by The Dragon, and heaved straight into the steel steps herself!
With Benson and Davis down, the monster is now left alone in the ring, gaze flicking between the two rescuers as Travis looks over at Ailynn and smiles, giving her a cheerful thumbs up.
Taj: They planned this! The Dragon sent Ailyn around the back while he got their attention!
Both Travis and Ailyn now turn their attention to the monster, both hopping up on the apron. The monster snarls, but then Ailynn finds her foot caught by Davis! She starts tugging at Ailyn, and the monster sees her chance, charging towards The Dragon, but Levitt drops and tugs the top rope down, and the monster tumbles right over the top and crashes down on the rising Nicole!
Levitt rolls inside the ring, now gaining the high ground and keeping his eyes on the rising monster, while Ailyn manages to kick Davis back a few steps, and then takes her chance springboarding off the middle rope, and floating backwards to crash down on Bianca and take her out in a HUGE spot! The cameras flashed wild for that, capturing Ailyn perfectly in mid-air, but Ruin isn’t done as she slides inside the ring and quickly stands beside Travis, and beside them Sydney manages to roll over and push up on one knee.
The Monster still seems to be intent on taking her chances, but the Yale Graduate can see the writing on the wall, tugging on her arm and pulling her back, as Bianca manages to stumble around ringside and join them. The monster keeps Davis held up, while the Queen screams abuse at the trio in the ring even as security finally floods out to get between the groups!
Samson: When the numbers are even, that's when Lady Meathead chooses to run away. But it seems she found some new back-up too. Let's hope she’s a better “manager” for these girls than her Ninja.
In the ring Travis finally takes his eyes off the retreating trio, turning to look towards Ailyn. The Dragon and Silly Girl share a look and then Travis grins and claps her on the back, and gives her a nod. The Dragon seems to have made a new ally, but he quickly turns to kneel beside Sydney and check on her as well.
Sydney pushes up to her feet and gives Travis a fist-bump, before turning to Silly Girl and doing the same thing. Travis and Sydney each take a step beside Ailyn, give each other a glance and then raise an arm each, giving Ailyn her props and her moment in the spotlight.
Singles Match
Sinister Circle (Fierce and Madam Bedlam) vs. Ailynn Ruin and Brianna Matthews
Sinister Circle (Fierce and Madam Bedlam) vs. Ailynn Ruin and Brianna Matthews
Taj: This match is going to be…
Samson: Chaotic?
Taj: That’s definitely one word for it!
Torres: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
“Lords of War” hits the sound system as Fierce and Madam Bedlam appear at the top of the ramp. Sinister Circle pause for a moment before making their way down to the ring, ignoring the negative crowd response.
Torres: Introducing first….they are the team of Fierce and Madam Bedlam….SINISTEEEEERRRR CIRCLLLLLLLEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The mystery behind Sinister Circle continues to linger as they make their official in-ring debut in 1WM. Many believe that Madam Bedlam is my color commentator America Vaughn but there has been no firm identification of it.
Samson: Does it matter?! Whoever is under that mask, she and Fierce are looking to dish out some clear vengeance.
”Numbers” by Melanie Martinez plays as Ailyn Ruin runs out onto the entrance stage. ”Celebrity Skin” by Hole plays as Brianna Matthews walks out and stands next to Ailyn. The two nod to each other and make their way down to the ring.
Torres: And their opponents, they are...AIYLLLLNNNN RUIIINNNNN and BRIANNNNAAAA MATTHEWWWWSSSSS!!!!!!!!
Taj: Alot of combustible elements going into this match between Ailyn and Brianna. They may seem as if they are on the same page but I’m sure everyone can detect the undercurrent of dissent between them.
Samson: I get how flip flopper Brianna is highly annoyed by Ailynn. I mean, that rookie goodie goodie exuberance is freaking annoying. It really reminds me of Arley Kirk in Year One.
Brianna steps into the ring to get things started for her team. Bedlam calmly and casually steps out onto the apron as Ailyn laughs at her for avoiding conflict. This doesn’t seem to bother Fierce any, however, as she charges across the ring and immediately hits Brianna with a big clothesline that sends her crashing to the mat! Groggily, Brianna pulls herself back up to her feet. Fierce charges at her again. Brianna ducks underneath this clothesline attempt and begins to hit Fierce with hard right hands. The referee finally calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Samson: I thought Justice Cross was going to be here one last time to be the guest referee of this match?
Taj: I suppose that rumor is just that: a rumor.
Brianna and Fierce continue to battle it out with one another. Brianna takes control and tries to shoot Fierce across the ring, only to have Fierce reverse the Irish whip attempt! She lifts Brianna into the air on the rebound – gravity causing Brianna’s face to smash into the mat! Brianna stumbles back up to her feet. Fierce runs and tries to deliver a big boot, but Brianna ducks underneath the attempt! Fierce turns to face her. Brianna leaps into the air and BLASTS the monster woman with a knee to the face Fierce stumbles just a bit before stopping. She laughs as she dares Brianna to try it again – which Brianna does without any hesitation!
Taj: These two are just BRAWLING with each other right now!
Samson: You love to see it!
Brianna grabs hold of Fierce’s head. She pulls it in and hits her with a series of quick elbow strikes before leaping into the air and trying to send Fierce crashing to the mat with a fameasser! Fierce catches Brianna in the air and tries to set her up for a corner powerbomb! Brianna frees herself from Fierce’s grasp and stumbles over toward the corner. Fierce tries to follow in hot pursuit to deliver a big splash. Brianna ducks out of the way at the last possible second! Fierce hits the turnbuckle hard. Brianna springboards off of the ropes and plants Fierce on the mat with a DDT! Brianna pulls Fierce over toward the ropes, Ailyn slingshots into the ring, and lands on Fierce with a senton! Brianna then hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…Fierce throws Brianna off!
Brianna backs away and creates space as the referee warns Ailyn and Brianna to make sure they follow the rules. Fierce reaches her feet as Brianna closes the gap between the two of them once again. Brianna fires off a few right hands to try and keep her momentum alive. Fierce responds by BLASTING Brianna with a throat thrust that sends her stumbling around. She then grabs hold of Brianna and hoists her into the air for a chokebomb! Fierce covers.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!!
Samson: That was a HUGE slam!
Taj: Brianna is still fighting though!
Brianna starts to stumble back up to her feet. Fierce hits Brianna with an elbow smash that sends Brianna staggering into the Sinister Circle corner of the ring. Bedlam says something in an effort to taunt Brianna. Brianna briefly goes to turn her attention toward the masked woman. Fierce suddenly charges in from the other end of the ring with a clothesline! Brianna falls to the mat as Bedlam tags herself into it! Bedlam grabs hold of Brianna and locks in a front facelock to try and wear her down. Bedlam delivers a few knees in the process, but Brianna nonetheless starts to pull herself back up to her feet.
Taj: If Bedlam didn’t tag herself into the match, I think Fierce would’ve done this one on her own.
Samson: And probably would’ve been fine, too!
Once standing, Brianna tries to shove Bedlam away. She manages to keep her grip on Brianna, locking the hold in once again. Brianna responds by taking Bedlam down to the mat with a hip toss! Bedlam hits the mat hard, but nonetheless tries to reach her feet. Brianna waits until she’s standing before leaping into the air and hitting her with a dropkick! Bedlam crashes to the mat. Brianna climbs out to the apron and waits for her to reach her feet. Once she does, Brianna tries to springboard into the ring but Bedlam suddenly comes running over. She grabs hold of Brianna and uses the ropes to her advantage – snapping Brianna off of them and causing her to crash to the apron. Bedlam rolls Brianna into the ring. She then bounces off of the ropes and hits her with a running senton into a cover.
One…
Two…Brianna kicks out!
Bedlam grabs Brianna by the head and drags her back up to her feet. She tries to wear her down with a series of forearm strikes, but Brianna responds by shoving her away. She then steps forward and hits her in the mouth with a superkick! Bedlam stumbles from the impact. Brianna grabs her and brings her over to her own corner of the ring. She hoists Bedlam onto her shoulders and sends her to the mat with a rolling fireman’s carry! Brianna then tags Ailyn into the match!
Ailyn grabs hold of Bedlam and runs toward Brianna, who assists her as the two of them deliver a flapjack! The fans are on their feet as Fierce immediately runs into the ring and blows past the referee, knocking Brianna out to the floor! Ailyn is distracted for a moment as the referee tries to gain control. Ailyn finally goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!!
Taj: Ailyn had it, but Fierce caused a perfectly timed distraction!
Samson: Ailyn should’ve waited until the referee was paying attention! Rookie mistake!
Ailyn tries to plead her case but the referee shrugs it off. Ailyn drags Bedlam back up to her feet. She hits her with a few quick strikes before shooting Bedlam into the nearest corner. Ailyn comes flying in a moment later and delivers Here I Come (double knees to corner)! Bedlam stumbles out of the corner and is barely able to keep herself upright. Smirking, Ailyn grabs hold of Bedlam and pulls her toward the middle of the ring. She tries to set her up for Super Silly Girl (The Black Arrow), only to have Bedlam shove her away. Bedlam runs at Ailyn from behind and tries to lock her into a sleeperhold! Ailyn’s eyes go wide in panic! Bedlam tries to lock the hold in, when suddenly, Ailyn drops down and rolls Bedlam into a cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…Bedlam releases the hold and breaks the pin attempt!
Taj: That could’ve been bad for Ailyn, but Madam Bedlam kept herself alive!
Samson: And now she’s pissed!
Bedlam starts to pull herself back up to her feet. Out on the floor, Brianna manages to create space by knocking Fierce into the crowd. Brianna quickly climbs up onto the apron. Bedlam reaches her feet. The crowd begins cheering knowing Ailyn has the clear advantage against Bedlam right now. Ailyn pauses for a moment taking in the cheers. The opening is enough that Bedlam nearly takes her head off with a discus clothesline! Bedlam covers.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!!
Bedlam tries to hoist Ailyn onto her shoulders, but Ailyn frees herself and runs over to her corner of the ring. She tags Brianna into the match and Brianna immediately runs at Bedlam! She takes her off of her feet with a clothesline. Brianna grabs hold of Bedlam from behind and sets Bedlam up for a belly-to-back suplex! Before she can snap it off, Fierce steps into the ring with a steel chair! She absolutely BLASTS Brianna with the steel chair as Brianna drops to the mat and begins to bleed! The referee calls for the bell and the disqualification.
DING DING DING!!!!
Torres: The winner of this match due to disqualification….Ailyn Ruin and Brianna Matthews!!
Fierce doesn’t seem to care and delivers a second chair shot to Brianna for good measure --- nearly breaking the chair in the process. Fierce tosses the chair out of the way and drags Brianna out of the ring. Ailyn tries to run into the ring but Bedlam hits her with a RKO. Bedlam pulls her back up and quickly locks Ailyn into an octopus stretch.
Taj: Oh no…
Samson: I think we need to get the hell out of her, Taj!
Taj: Agreed!
Brianna tries to pull herself back up to her feet with the help of the announce table, only to have Fierce grab a monitor off of it. She wallops Brianna with it, sending her slumping against the table. Fierce straightens Brianna up and mumbles something the camera can’t hear. Fierce then lifts Brianna up onto her shoulders and drops her through the table with a Death Valley Driver! Brianna lies in the wreckage of the table as security comes out to drag Fierce away, as well as separate Bedlam from Ailyn.
As the lights go out in the ring area, the entrance of the ramp is lit up by spotlights and the videotron of Justice Cross begins playing along with the spoken words ``After all that you put me through, you’d think that I’d despise you, but in the end I wanna thank you, cause you made me that much stronger.” Walking out onto that stage then, Justice would go to the right side of the stage blowing a kiss with both hands to the fans and then to the left side doing the same. After doing this she would go to the middle of the stage where it stopped and meet the top of the ramp nodding her head looking out at the rest of the crowd.
Taj: Justice Cross making her last appearance in 1WM after getting a special invite to speak her peace in a last farewell speech.
Samson: What makes her so special?!
Justice then walked down to the ring and once she made it down there she would go up to one of the fans at the bottom who she could hear talking to her and the two began to have a back and forth exchange of words. Taking the sharpie the fan had, Justice signed her sign that she had made for her. She also quickly signed a few other things for people that were merch of hers then closed the sharpie handing it back to the young girl. She turned around and went up the steps to the apron where she would step between the ropes.
Samson: She took forever to get to the ring!
Walking over to one of the other sides of the ring she bent down picking up the mic that was now laying there for her. Once it was in her hand she stood upright and went back to the middle of the ring. Looking around at the fans she would hear them cheering for her and then hear them begin to chant her name. After a few minutes she put the mic up to her lips but put it back down listening to the fans once again. She took a deep breath then put the mic back up to her lips.
Justice: You know if I didn’t know any better I’d say you guys all missed me! Well guess what, I missed you all too!
The crowd would start cheering for her again with a few mixed reactions in there as well.
Justice: In 2005 two young girls ran away from home in the middle of the night to make their way towards New York. When they got to New York, they didn’t have anywhere to stay and only had their clothes, shoes, makeup, and their hair product and hair styling tools. The oldest one was the driver because she was the one with the car and the license. They had no credit cards with them because they didn’t want their parents to know where they were at the time so along the way they met a hotel receptionist who graciously allowed them to have a room for the night for free. I mean two young girls that were sixteen and seventeen on their own it’s only right to help them out right? -hears some clapping and cheering- So these girls slept in the hotel room over night and then the following morning finished their traveling towards New York. Once they made it to New York, the youngest one gave directions to a man’s house that she knew all too well since he was the best friend of her brother. This man would turn out to be Sebastian Kane. So at eight o'clock in the morning when they pulled up to the front of his house the youngest one got out of the car and ran up the steps and sidewalk to his front door. She took a chance and knocked on his door and when he opened it he looked at her and slammed that door in her face. He quickly opened it and told her that her brother called him and if she showed up she was to tell her to go home. Then he slammed the door in her face again. She knocked one more time but this time he opened the door and walked to the car with her grabbing some of their bags while the two girls helped carry the others into the house. He made a few phone calls to some people he knew and soon the girls found theirselve not only living together on their own as roommates but they lived in a penthouse. They didn’t know it at the time but what Sebastian Kane had done behind their backs was call the youngest girl’s father to tell them where they were and about the penthouse. The oldest one knew the situation but the youngest one was home alone one day when a man came to their door wanting the rent money. She questioned him what he meant and then heard a voice she knew all too well which was her father. He explained to her that if she was going to live in a penthouse she had to pay money every month to live there. So being the kind hearted father he was, he talked to the man who was the landlord and set up an agreement that he would be the one paying their rent until the girls could do it on their own. And tonight, I can stand here and tell you that I’ve never been able to say the words I am about to say to my father until now. You see there are only a few people that know that story, myself, Brianna Willow Matthews, Sebastian Kane, my father, and my oldest brother. Tonight my father is here and I get to thank him for helping me start the one career he forbade me to enter. So dad, from the bottom of my heart I love you, thank you, and I will always be your little girl.
The fans started to cheer for Justice’s dad when they showed him on the tron and she pointed him out.
Justice: Because I was sixteen and Brianna was seventeen, we couldn’t sign formal contracts because we were minors. So we did the next best thing for two years which was not only training with Sebastian but we worked unsanctioned dark matches at the company he worked for. When we first started to train with him I met this kid who went by the name Silver Bullet. I had always been told by my father that dating wrestlers was against the rules for his daughter but I didn’t listen and for six months I was with this guy. He knew what he was doing in that ring and probably taught me a little more than what I should have been learning at the age of sixteen. -smirks laughing a bit- After those six months I was introduced to Michael Blade who was a few years older than me. Michael had just started his own wrestling company and he was looking for some talent for it so he did some scouting. He approached me and Brianna asking us if we wanted to come work for his company as valets only since we weren’t allowed to be under contract. When Sebastian found this out he took it upon himself to get hired at that company because he had made a promise to my father the day we showed up at his house to always keep an eye on us girls. I don’t let many people know this but if you were to do your homework on me and dig a little deeper then you would find out that from the middle of 2005 to the middle of 2006 I dated Michael. I was given the very first OTTW women’s match and I got to pick my opponent. Naturally I picked Brianna because I didn’t know the other girls and they wouldn’t talk to me as they were afraid I’d run to Michael and get them fired for whatever reason I could come up with. Well needless to say, I held that OTTW Women’s title my entire career there until the company closed in the middle of 2007.
The fans began to cheer again when she mentioned her title and she got misty eyed smiling.
Justice: I know. It was a big deal to me then. But what you guys don’t know is that there was a show one night and I was running down the hall with Brianna following because we were the next to go out to the ring. Brianna had said to stop running before I ran into someone and what happened? I went to run around the corner and as I did I ran right into the man you all know as Anthony “Enforcer” Cross. I was very intrigued when I first saw him at that show because it wasn’t my first time meeting him. I had met him a few times at other shows for other companies between 2005 and 2006 but that night was different. Anthony doesn’t know this but that very night I was warned to stay away from him. They said the man wouldn’t even tell girls his name. But what happened? I didn’t listen and I started to hang out near his locker room just to get the chance to talk to him. I mean how bad of a person could he have been right? I also found myself meeting him in the dark corners of the hallways at the arenas we went to and we would talk about the things I wanted to know about him. I was the girl who got him to tell me his name after they said he wouldn’t. I was determined that I would get him to tell me his name and he did however he never told me his last name. And now comes the part you can’t make up even if you tried. -laughs- I began to unofficially date Anthony on July 4th 2006. That month I got kidnapped, taken to Vegas and married to a man named Old Man Jim all because Michael couldn’t stand who I wanted to be with. They had their feud going on and the only way Old Man Jim would annul our marriage was if Anthony beat him in a match with me in a cage high above the ring. So Anthony, being the gentleman that he is, countered back to him with a match where he would not only get that marriage annulled, he would take Jim’s belt AND his girl. Well, we all know what happened. Anthony won that match.
Hearing some cheers for her husband she would look around at the small section of fans who then began to chant Goat to her.
Justice: When you are with someone for sixteen years but married for fourteen of those years you're bound to have a few rough patches here and there. Life went on and some things happened like the birth of our son Ian in May of 2007 and our engagement in early January 2009 followed by our wedding on August 6th that year. When he asked me to marry him he had his daughter Isabella there and it was the first time I ever met her. I asked Anthony to tell me about her mother, which he did, and ever since I’ve been doing what I could to make her mother proud of her. And tonight Anthony, Isabella, and Ian are here. Now it’s time for me to address them. Ian and Isabella, I am so incredibly proud of the two fine people you are turning out to be. The world is yours so make it what you want it to be. And don’t forget the most important thing I have ever taught you both. If someone tells you that you can’t do something and you have your mind set on it, then you make them eat their words. Continue to live your lives to the fullest. And to Anthony. Thanks for beating Old Man Jim -winks- You have seen me at my best, you’ve seen me at my worst, and you have put up with a lot when it comes to me. You could have left at any time but you didn’t. Thank you for being there for everything for me.
Taking a breath she put the mic down and held it back up.
Justice: In 2015 I took a break from the business. I saw that my children needed me and as a mom you just know when your kids come first. It was time for me to go home. So I spent five years taking care of my kids and being a wife. I learned a lot about myself those five years including things that I wouldn’t put up with anymore. But then one day Anthony came to me and he asked if I ever thought about getting back in the ring. I told him I did and his response to me was that I should do it because the kids had gotten older to take care of themselves. So I did what any girl would do if given the opportunity. I made my comeback after five long years and I started working for this company known as ASW. I worked for Charlie Feigel and while he and I didn’t see eye to eye all the time he made me his general manager. But then for no reason he took away my general manager position and I turned on everyone. I even went as far as to call out the woman herself who I’m pretty sure was Summer Page at the time, I could be wrong on the last name but I do know the girl’s first name was Summer. I called her out and told her I wanted to take her belt. So she hawed telling me I couldn’t do that and eventually she faced me. Well, do you guys know what happened? I won that bitches title and I walked right out the door with it, flew on my private jet to the place that One Wrestle Movement was going to be the very next night, slept a few hours in the hotel, went to the One Wrestle Movement arena at the time, and signed my damn contract there. I was immediately told to get my gear on from the night before and then told to go to makeup. If you didn’t understand that, I walked out of ASW the champion and came to work for One Wrestle the very next night. You know from the moment I got here I got to see who the kind people were that wanted to help and then I got to see the not so kind people who are here. And trust me there were some bad people here. Like Astrid Samson.
Hearing the crowd begin to boo at that name she quickly cut them off.
Samson: I know she just mentioned my wife’s name?
Justice: No, no. I won’t have any of that. Astrid is still a human being. She’s got feelings just like myself and all of you. And as much as I can’t stand her, she does need to be respected. So please give her some respect the next time you see her. If you ever see her, but then again maybe she learned there isn’t enough room here in One Wrestle Movement for both of us. Oh, and her husband, Joshie, is just as bad. Did I say Joshie? I mean Joshua.
Taj: Joshie?
Samson: Mind your business, Taj.
Justice: When I first came here I had no one representing me because I didn’t know that was a thing. He took a chance and told me how it would be awesome to represent me. I mean he represented Anthony so if he was good enough for him then he was good enough for me too right? So I started letting him represent me and eventually that ran its course. And then I left One Wrestle. I was gone for a few months but I missed it so I was able to procure a new contract along with Brianna. We came back as a tag team and we immediately had a match for the One Wrestle tag team titles and won. A few shows later we lost those titles. Brianna, I know you're listening and watching in the back right now. I want you to know that even though you think I was mad at you for losing the match, I wasn’t and I’m still not. It was an honor to be by your side here in 1WM and your partner in crime. You are not just my tag partner but you are my best friend, my son’s godmother, and will always be my sister.
Justice: Throughout my time here I was always skipped over when it came to opportunities so I made my own opportunities. The most recent opportunity I created for myself was the night I beat Silas for the 1WM Glory championship belt. As your Glory champion I was undefeated. No one wanted to step up to the plate except for one person and that’s Sam Tolson. -hears some fans cheering for Sam- Yeah, make sure you guys give Sam all the love tonight too! You see I never really knew Sam before that night but I knew of her. But there was a time when 1WM was tanking and the top two champions at the time weren’t doing their job to carry the company through so I did that. I kept issuing open challenges, having my show which we will get to in a little bit, and just basically kept a company from failing. I didn’t have to do that. I could have let it keep tanking but I’m married to the greatest of all time and he’s taught me a few things such as you don’t let something fizzle out if you believe in it. So because I believe in this company, and my loyalty to it, I did what I had to do in order to keep it alive. I issued the open challenge and Sam Toldson accepted it. Now can you guys imagine me and Sam in a ring together? I mean she is so much taller than I am right? She could have hurt me. But as the Glory champion I knew it was my job to not let an outsider take my belt and after the match, Sam Tolson came to 1WM to work. Sam, I know you are probably in the back listening and watching right now too. So Sam, I know your backstage listening to this right now too but all I have for you right now are two words. Thank you.
She looked over at the ring crew waving and blowing a kiss to them then started to talk again.
Samson: Goodness gracious is she dying or something?!
Taj: Quiet, Joshua.
Justice: Thank you Sam because not one person from this damn company was stepping up to the plate for a free title shot. You didn’t have to do it, and you did it because you didn’t want to see me look foolish. But you know what Sam, I wasn’t making myself look foolish. You know who made me look foolish? It was all of them back there.
She points to the entrance of the ramp.
Justice: I’ve never asked any of them for a damn thing yet when I issued an open challenge to keep the company afloat not one of you could take it? If you don’t want to be here then get the fuck out. This place doesn’t need part timers, or people who attack others then go radio silent for that matter either.I mean where were all of you that were so damn busy tearing me down and dragging me down day after day, night after night, show after show? Jacob Striker respects me though. In fact he respects me so much, the man tried to permanently end my career in a triple threat match against myself and Rei Park. Yeah don’t think I forgot about that Jacob. I will never let you forget that either while I know you will not let me forget that I weaseled my way into a match that wasn’t even a triple threat to begin with. I Didn't really want that belt anyway because I wanted Silas’s belt. You know, the 1WM Glory title?
Nods as she hears the fans start their mixed reactions again.
Justice: Yeah, you see last year I challenged Silas to a match at Massive and I beat him for his belt. I became the new 1WM Glory champion and what did I do? I turned right around and told Silas as long as I was the champion he would never get to see his rematch clause invoked. Because that’s what I wanted and everyone knew that what Justice wants…Justice gets. None of you have figured out how that works yet huh? Alright then. Back to Silas. I don’t have much to say about him other than when he tore down that curtain I was there for that. I mean how awesome that was. I was all like “go tear down another one Silas”. But he didn’t listen. Silas didn’t listen to a lot of people actually. But Silas, you’re a good guy. You keep up your good work and eventually you will get what you deserve. Just remember, I’ll be watching.
Samson: I wonder if Silas has finally woken up from that coma Aleki put him in earlier?
Justice: You want to know who else I’ll be watching? Ricky Stanton. Now Ricky is just a bad guy all around. Here’s why. The man gave me a check in my hand and said “I’m giving you this check and then we will go pick out some things for your show and use it to pay for them.” So that’s what we did and after some time he took it upon himself to humiliate me in front of the world. I don’t know about you guys but if I were Ricky, I would have been scared I didn’t make a phone call to my husband. I mean I could have had Ricky beat down for that, but did I? No. Because I’m a better person than he is. You know what else isn’t cool about Ricky and what he’s done to me? When Joe didn’t know for sure if he wanted to suspend me or fine me or do both to me, Ricky said “I’ll meet with the board and talk to them about just giving you a fine.” Little did I know that Ricky Stanton was going to be shady and go into that meeting telling them all to suspend me indefinitely. And then on top of that he got Joe, known to you all as Tapioca Joe, to make me relinquish my belt. A move in which I was told to my face by Ricky that when I was unsuspended I could have my belt back. Well guess what, he made himself the interim Glory champion and held a tournament for my belt. Now the Glory champion is Rowena and yet, I haven’t exactly heard her being vocal as a champion. I don’t hear her trying to rally people in a company. I don’t hear her doing anything to help this company or at least try to. No, in fact all I hear is silence. And don’t get me wrong Rowena, I don’t blame you one damn bit for winning that match against Ricky and getting that belt. But let’s be honest, I’m technically still the 1WM Glory champion.
Taj: I don’t think that’s quite true.
Samson: Of course it isn’t. She was officially stripped and suspended making her reign over with. She’s playing the victim like she always does.
Justice: But you know what, you take that belt and you make it worth something more than it is Rowena. Showing people your belt is just as important if not more important than the other two. And as for Ricky? You’re an ass. Not only did you take my belt but you went and meddled in my friend's life with Aleki. You had photos sent to her, compromising ones at that, and she got hurt while you were busy trying to make life hell for Aleki. And then what happened after that? You had her come to your boat for a few days for some food. You couldn’t even apologize to her for what you did to her. You used her as a pawn because of your hatred for a man. When it comes to the end of the day, you are nothing more than the scum that eats off the scum that eats off pond scum. And because of you, it is YOUR fault that I am walking away from 1WM. It is YOUR fault that 1WM will now start to tank on Glory. It is YOUR fault that it will start to tank on Legendary. And when it happens you're going to hear those four little words. I told you so. And before you think I am just trying to drag you down one last time I’m not. You’re a businessman. You know how to handle a business and you do what is the best thing for whatever business you are taking care of. When you came back here to 1WM not too long ago I was the one who welcomed you back. I didn’t know any better and I was all about Ricky Stanton being back. And when I started out as a friend, I turned into your worst nightmare because you took my title. You took my title and disrespected me in so many ways when I had done nothing but respect you. But you’re an ass.
Crowd: HE’S AN ASS! HE’S AN ASS!
Justice: Speaking of respect, there’s a man named Joe sitting in an office right about now listening and watching everything that I’m saying. Probably trying to figure out how he can get me in trouble for these things. Well Joe, I don’t work for you anymore but you had your people reach out to me and I was told I could say whatever the hell I wanted. So Joe, I want you to listen and listen close because I’ll only say this one time to you.
She pauses staring at the camera before taking a breath.
Justice: Thank you. Thank you for allowing me to have the opportunity to come back in a 1WM ring one last time. Sure it happened after I walked out on the company which includes the stars, the announcers I guess including Joshua cause he’s not really a commentator he is just interim.
Samson: Interim? I’m a commentator through and through.
Taj: I think she just means you’re temporarily here until America gets back.
Samson: Oh.
Justice: I even walked out on you Joe. I mean do you understand the ramifications of that? You’re like a father to both Brie and I. You’ve known that from the first day you got here. And this is how you want to do things? Really? You know what, it’s ok. I get it. You had to do what was best for your company and I guess that meant indefinitely suspending me. However I did tell you what would happen if my suspension wasn’t lifted. But enough about all of them and things because I want to get to the real reason I’m out here and that’s all of you out there in those seats and all of you watching at home.
The crowd would begin to cheer and chant her name a few times.
Justice: I walked out on this company last week and I never took into consideration the people that are the reason I got to do this in the first place. You all pay your hard earned money to come see us everytime there is a show. I walked out on you and I am so incredibly sorry for that. Now I heard the chatter all week and I know people have tried to get me to talk about it but honestly, you know what? I just don’t care anymore. I lost the caring aspect of being here in this company when they suspended me, fined me, and made me relinquish my title. I’m not in this business because I have to be. I don’t need the fame or the fortune because I’ve already had that. What I do care about is how each and everyone of you feel after a show. I could walk away from it all today and never come back to any of this whether it is 1WM or NEW or even Empire. But if I did there would be only one thing on my mind. And that’s if I gave you guys enough of what you wanted. And I-
The fans would stop her mid sentence as she heard the biggest “Please don’t go” chant she has ever heard.
Justice: If you would have let me finish you would hear me tell you that I'm not retiring but I’m just leaving 1WM. I don’t know if I will ever be back but this is my home. I made it my home after I left ASW. If it wasn’t my home I wouldn’t have come back from that dreadful place I went to after leaving the first time. In fact you know what, you guys should be thanking me. So, ladies and gentlemen, I’ve never asked anything of you fans but I’m going to ask for it now. On the count of three I want you to show them that I’m the reason this company stayed afloat and that I was right when I said this is my house, my spotlight, and that I was and am the face of this company. Make sure Joe can hear you guys in his office. He’s kind of old so you gotta do it really loud ok? On the count of three alright? 1 - 2 - 3!
The fans would erupt into the “Thank you Justice” chant. Going over handing her mic back to the person that set it on the apron for her to begin with she walked over to the camera man staring into it.
Justice: Do you hear that Joe? You just made the biggest mistake of your life keeping me suspended. To those in the back thank you, I love you, do the fans proud. It’s time to go!
With that she waved to the fans again before getting out onto the apron. Hopping down to the floor she would walk around the ring slowly signing autographs and taking photos with the fans. Once she got back to where the ramp meets the floor by the ring she made her walk back up it one last time before turning around to look at the fans waving to them.
Taj: A very heartfelt and open farewell speech given by Justice Cross.
Samson: It’s convenient that Justice left out the part where she attacked not one, but two, contracted 1WM employees with no contact clauses which lead to her indefinite suspension. She’ll never learn. Never.
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Glory Championship Match
]“The Dark Phoenix” Raijin Hunter vs. “The Ultra Violent Demi-Goddess” Rowena Bryne ©
]“The Dark Phoenix” Raijin Hunter vs. “The Ultra Violent Demi-Goddess” Rowena Bryne ©
Torres: The following is a GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Heart of a Champion" by Hollywood Undead ft. Papa Roach & Ice Nine Kills plays as Raijin Hunter makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from The Lodge in Amsterdam….weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches….he is the challenger….The Dark Phoenix….RAIJIIIIINNNNN HUNTEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
"Nightmare" by Nyxx blares over the sound system as Rowena Bryne, Glory Championship around her waist, makes her to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring weighing in at one hundred and nineteen pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches…..she is the current reigning and defending Glory Champion….he is the Ultra Violent Demi Goddess….ROWENNNNNNAAAAA BRYNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Rowena making her first Glory defense tonight here at Massive Four against a very angry Raijin Hunter.
Samson: Is Raisin even employed here anymore?!
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and Rowena is all grins as she stares across at Raijin, who is leaning back in his own corner. Slowly Rowena starts to move forward, waving at Raijin to come at her, but the Dark Phoenix instead chooses to start circling the ring slowly, rubbing at his wrists and getting his flow going. Rowena waits at the center of the ring with a sick grin until Raijin finally closes the distance, Raijin going for a tie-up, but Rowena instantly tries to claw at his face. Raijin moves quick, reversing the attack and sending Rowena over with an armdrag that has her bouncing off the mat, and turning into a second arm-drag! Rowena hits the mat again, but instead of bouncing up, she turns onto her hands and knees and grins, looking up at Raijin and just staring at him for a moment, before a wicked laugh escapes Rowena and she pushes up onto her knees, mocking Raijin with some applause. The Dark Phoenix tenses but doesn't move, instead taking a step back and waving at Rowena to get up.
The Glory champion runs her hands gently through her hair and then climbs back to her feet, watching Raijin intently who is still ready and waiting for her. Bryne slowly starts to walk forward, throwing up a hand for a test of strength. Raijin glances at it, and inches in himself, teasingly raising a hand towards it, but then firing out a stiff kick right to Rowena's thigh. Hunter isn't coming to play tonight as he fires off a second and third kick to hobble Rowena, and then goes for a spinning backfist, but Rowena catches his arm and drills Hunter with a short-arm clothesline to put him down. Bryne turns quickly and nails a few more stiff stomps on the downed Hunter, before dropping down and choking him out with both hands. The referee counts her off, and at four she lets it go with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
Taj: The hatred between these two is off the chart!!
Samson: Why though?
Taj: Well Raijin feels that Rowena’s deathmatch history doesn’t quantify her as a “real wrestler”.
Samson: Who made Raisin the authority on the definition?
Rowena watches Raijin start to drag himself up, waiting until he's pulled himself up in the corner, before Rowena charges in for a corner clothesline, but Raijin ducks aside and sends Rowena crashing chest first into the buckles, and then pulling her into a roll-up.
One…
T…Rowena kicks out.
She rolls back to her feet with the force, but Raijin is still up first, quickly grabbing Rowena and sending her crashing into the corner with an Exploder suplex! Raijin climbs to his feet, turning to see the still downed Rowena in the corner, and he stalks over, stomping away at the doubled over Rowena, before reaching down to pull her from the corner. A glance at the corner shows him considering it, but instead he grabs Rowena by her arm and pulls her to her feet, and then slams her right back down with a Uranage! The Dark Phoenix quickly hooks a leg and the referee hits the mat.
One…
Tw…Rowena kicks out!
Hunter doesn't waste time as he climbs slowly back to his feet, reaching for Bryne as she tries to crawl towards the ropes. Dragging the Ultra-Violent Demi-Goddess to her feet, Raijin fires off one....two....three elbows to her jaw to wobble her against the ropes, before seizing her arm and going to whip her across the ring, but Rowena reverses the momentum, whipping Raijin into the ropes himself. Bryne sets early for a backdrop, but Raijin slams on the brakes and fires off a kick right to her jaw. Hunter quickly turns and charges the ropes again, but as he hits the ropes, he's greeted by a stiff arm across his neck from the following Rowena, taking them both outside the ring with a Cactus Clothesline!
Rowena is the first to her feet, and seeing Raijin slowly pushing up she charges over, spearing him right into the barricade. The Dark Phoenix winces at the impact, but it only gets worse as Rowena seizes him by the head and slams the back of his skull repeatedly against the steel, then drags him up, and slams him right onto the concrete. The Demi-Goddess grins as she glances around at the Los Angeles crowd, before climbing back up onto the apron. She shoots grin into the ring at the referee as he demands she gets back in the ring, but instead Rowena takes a two-step run-up, leaps, and drops a picture perfect INSANITY ELBOW to Raijin on the floor! The impact seems to drive the air out of Rowena as well, but she can be seen grinning as she catches her breath, before reaching back over to Raijin, pulling him up and rolling him in under the bottom rope. The Glory champion follows in and covers Raijin as the referee slaps the mat.
One…
Tw…kick out!
Taj: This has been a very brutal back and forth match.
Samson: Meh. I’m not impressed.
Rowena mounts Raijin in anger, firing off some quick harsh elbows and grabbing him by the side of the head again, slamming it into the mat, but Raijin takes advantage of her anger, flipping them over and then drilling the Ultra-Violent Demi-Goddess with some stiff elbows of his own! Raijin doesn't stop there either, popping upto his feet above the stunned champion, taking two steps back, and as Rowena pops her head up, Raijin drills her with a superkick right to the jaw, knocking her back down! Raijin watches for a moment, before he turns to hit the ropes, and comes racing back with a senton, crashing right down on Rowena's ribs! The challenger reaches over to hook a leg and the referee is quickly into position.
One…
Tw…Rowena kicks out!
Hunter is quickly back on his feet, dragging Rowena back up to her feet and then hooking both her arms for the Dead Level, but Rowena counters it with a Northern Lights Suplex, and bridges it too.
One…
Two…kick out!
Both Raijin and Rowena take a moment to catch their breath before pushing up to their feet. They stare each other down, and then Rowena fires off a forearm shot right to Raijin's jaw wobbling him. The Dark Phoenix gathers his feet and then fires back with a forearm of his own that teeters Rowena. Bryne keeps her balance though and fires off another elbow, cracking Raijin on the jaw and dropping him to a knee! Hunter shakes off the shot and then pops up and drills Rowena with a European Uppercut, that sends the champion stumbling back and into the ropes. Rowena bounces back to Raijin, who seizes the chance launching out the nasty Elbow Smash he calls MAVERICK CRASH and it knocks Rowena right down! Raijin collapses atop the champion, as the referee drops to make the count!
One…
Two…
T…Rowena throws a shoulder up!
Taj: We almost had a new Glory Champion.
Samson: I almost miss Pritchard being the Interim Glory Champion. At least he made things interesting.
Los Angeles is on its feet and roaring at the action as both Raijin sits up on wobbly knees. Glancing at the referee, he runs a hand across his hair and then looks at Rowena who is trying to sit-up but only manages to collapse back down. Raijin stares at her for a moment and then pushes his way back to his feet with a groan. Turning to back up to acorner, Raijin crouches slightly, before pointing at Rowena and letting out a roar, signalling he's going for the kill. Raijin bounces on his feet, sucking in the wind and getting his energy as Rowena drags herself up using the ropes, managing to get herself up on the middle turnbuckle, before Raijin takes his shot. Charging in and letting loose with The Side Effect.....but Rowena ducks to the side, and Raijin only manages to knee the buckle! Hunter stumbles back limping and Rowena pounces up, hooks his head, and quickly drops him with the VISIONS OF INSANITY! Rowena leaves her body laying across Raijin's as the referee slaps the mat.
One…
Two.....
THR…RAIJIN GETS A FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Rowena half lifts her head as she's told as much by the referee, staring at the offending foot in absolute anger. The Ultra-Violent Demi Goddess pushes up onto her fet and clutches at her hair, snarling as she looks down at Raijin and then the corner. Rowena shakes her head in absolute disbelief, and then heads for the corner and rips away the top turnbuckle pad, tossing it aside. The referee gets in her face about it, and Rowena starts yelling at him too, but the referee is suddenly brushed aside as Raijin has hobbled up and he starts firing some right forearms into Rowena's jaw! Raijin staggers her back into the corner again, and then takes a step back, sizes her up, and fires off another Maverick Cross, but Rowena manages to dropkick out his knee as he bounces in, and Raijin crashes face-first into the exposed turnbuckle! Raijin collapses backwards, and crumples to the mat, his face busted open by the impact.
Bryne looks at the downed and now bloodied face of Hunter and she grins, slipping between the ropes, the Ultra-Violent Demi-Goddess has her target and with picture perfect accuracy she leaps off and crashes down on Hunter with a FALL FROM GRACE, wasting little time in hooking both legs as she lands! The referee quickly slips into position to make the count.
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Torres: Your winner of this match….AND STILL 1MW Glory Champion….Rowena Bryne!!
Taj: Rowena successfully defends her Glory Championship in her first outing.
Backstage, the energy of the arena pulsates as Ya Girl Q stands confidently in front of the camera. The 1WM World Heavyweight Title rests proudly over her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips.
Ya Girl Q: Well, well, well, look at this, folks! It's Massive 4, the night where dreams are made and nightmares come to life. And tonight, we've got a drama fit for Hollywood, starring yours truly and the one and only Ricky 'The Vanishing Act' Stanton.
Her tone oozes sarcasm as she rolls her eyes dramatically.
Ya Girl Q: Ah, Ricky, my long-lost mentor, the guy who took me under his wing, the father figure I didn’t know I needed, only to flutter away like a butterfly. I must've missed the memo on how to pull off that disappearing act, Stanton. But I’m not bitter. At least, not anymore. There haven’t been tears left to cry for a long, long time.
She chuckles, her smirk growing wider.
Ya Girl Q: Now, earlier this year the man himself resurfaces, expecting a hero's welcome, demanding I hand over my title like it's his lost sock. Sorry, Ricky, but this ain't a lost and found. You walked out, left me in the deep end, and now you're back, fishing for what's rightfully mine. And why? Because you took me in and taught me everything you know?
Her voice drips with sarcasm as she tilts her head mockingly.
Ya Girl Q: Oh, the lessons you taught me, Ricky! The art of vanishing, the expertise in manipulation... must've missed the 'How to Be a Decent Human' class. But hey, thanks for the 'Stanton Enterprise’s Greatest Disappearing Act' tutorial.
She smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Ya Girl Q: Here's the kicker, Stanton. I've learned a thing or two since you vanished into thin air. I've climbed my way to the top, earned this title and I didn't need manipulation, bribery or deceit to do it.
Her sarcasm amplifies as she waves her hand theatrically.
Ya Girl Q: I refused you and that’s what eats away at you, isn’t it. That’s what’s lead to a years worth of you trying and failing to create another “Q”. News flash, there will never be another Q. It’s all been about a bruised ego and utter jealousy.
Q smirks once again into the camera.
Ya Girl Q: Tonight, it's not about this shiny title; it's about proving I'm more than just your former protege. It's about showing I don't need your 'cheat code' for success in this business, Ricky. I've got my own playbook now, and guess what? It's called 'The Q Factor.'
She winks at the camera, her snark at its peak.
Ya Girl Q: So, Ricky Stanton, brace yourself for the reality check you’ve long deserved. You thought this was just another day at the office? Nah, this is me, Ya Girl Q, closing the chapter on 'Stanton's Minion' once and for all and stepping into the spotlight. I said 2023 was the Year of Q and that’s exactly what we got. Later tonight, when you enter that ring, you’re not stepping into just any old ring. You’re stepping inside my ring, my universe, the Q-niverse.
With a mock bow, she exits the shot, her confidence and sass leaving the audience buzzing with anticipation for the showdown ahead.
Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
“Mr. Personality” Douglas Crane vs.”Samoan God of War” Aleki Kekoa
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
“Mr. Personality” Douglas Crane vs.”Samoan God of War” Aleki Kekoa
Torres: The following is the FINAL of the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT and it is for the 1WM PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP and scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
"Hurt" by Johnny Cash plays through the arena as Douglas Crane makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Parts Unknown…..weighing in at a weight of two hundred and forty pounds…..standing at a height of six feet three inches….he is Mister Personality….DOUGLAAAASSSSSS CRANNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
The lights go out in the arena putting the crowd at unease. The sound of multiple voices chanting is heard in the arena. Suddenly five men in traditional Polynesian war garb march out with flaming torches to the end of the ramp. They are followed by another five-person group only this time it is women warriors marching out with flaming torches. The ten-person squad march in place to the beat of rustic Polynesian drums. After a final grunt, the leading male and female speak in some unknown language then they lead the group into a mutual fire dance. How the warriors are not burning themselves with the torches and the acrobatic-type choreography is a testament to the long-lasting traditions of the native Polynesian peoples. They halt their ritual by creating a cathedral of flames in front of the black curtained entrance. Everyone goes silent as a spotlight shines on the entrance and a figure in a long-hooded robe stands in the spotlight with their back to the ring. The opening choral stanzas of “King” by Palmeeze play. A female voice follows after.
Female Voice: ALL RISE AND HAIL MY KING!
The lights return with a pyro pop. Palmeeze goes into his scathing lyrical assassination of an opponent as the hooded robe figure turns and drops the robe. It’s Dr. Alyssa Knight-Kekoa, D.O.!
I′m a King / I can take this whole thing lightly / Why would I care that mother fucker don't like me / I′m a King / Standin' with his face screwed up / I got my feet kicked back not giving a fuck / I'm a King / If you came to ball / Why every time I look I see you stuck to the wall / I′m a God / Among men / You just a peasant to a King
The rap continues and Dr. Alyssa Knight-Kekoa heads down the ramp. When she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she turns back towards the entrance and points. "The Samoan God of War" Aleki Kekoa has stepped out onto the stage gazing at the cathedral of fire created by the Polynesian warriors and dripping with arrogance. The self-professed wrestling god walks through the fire then looks up to the heavens with outstretched arms at the edge of the stage as the ring announcer introduces him.
Torres: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Dr. Alyssa Knight-Kekoa, D.O., from Long Beach, California….standing at a height of six foot four inches….weighing two hundred and sixty-five pounds... he is the Samoan God of War... ALEKKKKKIIIIIIIII KEKOOOOOOAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
Aleki heads down to the ring as Alyssa walks the ring apron. The Samoan God of War heads up the ring steps then opens the ropes for his significant other. Once inside the ring, Aleki stands in the center of the ring and looks up at the heavens once more with outstretched arms. Alyssa claps for her king before stepping outside through the ropes to allow Aleki to handle his business.
Taj: We are finally at the Finals of this Pride of 1WM Championship Tournament that pits Douglas Crand against Aleki Kekoa!
Samson: Let’s jump to the conclusion shall we….my newest client, Aleki Kekoa, will be the Pride of 1WM Champion because it is in his destiny. It has been predestined that the Samoan God of War emerges victoriously tonight.
Taj: Well Douglas will be a major roadblock in Aleki’s destination.
Samson: That psycho is good but Aleki is in God Mode!
Both wrestlers take their place in the ring, the fans cheering both of them on. Aleki Kekoa looks across the ring at Douglas and nods. Douglas does the same in return. The referee then takes a moment to truly make sure that both wrestlers are ready. He then calls for the bell, the match now officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Aleki cautiously takes a few steps across the ring to get things started. Suddenly, Douglas charges and nails Aleki with a lunging headbutt! Aleki falls back and hits the mat. Douglas smirks and quickly goes for the cover, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
THRE….KICKOUT!!
Taj: Aleki Kekoa did NOT see that one coming!
Samson: That psycho decided to start things off with a bang and nearly became the Pride of 1WM Champion because of it!
Aleki grabs hold of the ropes and uses them to try and pull himself back up to his feet. Douglas smirks at him before running at Aleki and hitting him with a series of quick kicks to try and wear him out. Kick after kick connects with the Tidebreaker champ, Aleki trying to create a bit of space between himself and Douglas. Crane continues until he has Aleki back in the corner. Douglas nails Aleki with one forearm smash for good measure before stepping back toward the center of the ring. He pauses for a moment before running at Aleki and trying to hit him with a back elbow in the corner! Aleki ducks out of the way as soon as Douglas gets close, causing him to hit the turnbuckle instead! Douglas staggers out of the corner, Aleki powering him into the air and slamming him down to the mat with a huge back body drop!
Taj: That's always going to be the struggle when you're going against Aleki.
Samson: He gets his hands on you, and he can do a lot of damage in a very short period of time!
Douglas tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Aleki quickly closes the gap and steps toward Douglas, hitting him in the mouth with a forearm shot! He follows it up with a second as Douglas gets knocked back against the ropes. Aleki almost immediately charges to knock him out to the floor! Douglas shows off his athleticism, getting a foot into the air and kicking Aleki in the jaw! Aleki stumbles back from the impact. Douglas wastes no time in charging and showing off his speed. As soon as he gets close to Aleki, the newest Samson Family member lifts him into the air and slams Douglas down onto his knee with a kneebreaker! Douglas' eyes go wide in pain. Aleki keeps his grip and slams Douglas back down to the mat with a belly to back suplex! He bridges it into a pin attempt as the referee counts.
One…
Two…
THR…KICKOUT!!
Taj: Aleki is absolutely capable of slowing down Douglas Crane.
Samson: If he keeps attacking that knee like that, Douglas is going to be in a lot of trouble!
Taj: Take away his speed....
Samson:...and psycho boy is a sitting duck!
Aleki drags Douglas back up to his feet by his hair. He hits Douglas with a back elbow smash that sends him stumbling, and then follows it up with a second. Aleki then grabs hold of Douglas and tries to pull him in toward him, swinging at him with a lariat! Douglas just barely manages to duck underneath the attempt. He waits for Aleki to turn around before leaping into the air and hitting Aleki with a jumping knee strike! Aleki stumbles back from the impact, but Douglas immediately begins to favor his knee upon hitting the mat. Douglas shakes off the pain and charges at Aleki in an effort to recover, only to give Aleki enough of an opening to lift him into the air and slam him back down to the mat with a Samoan Drop! Instead of going for the cover, Aleki grabs hold of Douglas' legs and delivers a few stomps to it to try and do further damage!
Douglas scampers back toward the ropes and grabs hold of them. He slowly tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Aleki closes the gap quickly and hits Douglas in the chest with a series of chops.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOO!
Aleki then grabs hold of Douglas and shoots him across the ring. Aleki waits for Douglas to return on the rebound before once again lifting him in the air, this time gunning for a sitout spinebuster! Douglas shifts his positioning in the air and instead sends Aleki crashing to the mat with a dropkick! The fans cheer for the show of athleticism, but Douglas needs to take a moment to try and recover. He glares down at his leg and then Aleki. Douglas quickly steps toward him and hits Aleki in the mouth with a hard right hand. He follows it up with a second, and then a spinning backfist. Aleki drops to a knee as Douglas again takes a moment to test his leg's strength. He then nods before bouncing off of the ropes and trying to pick up speed—stepping toward Aleki and getting lifted into the air! Aleki slams him down to the mat with press slam! He hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICKOUT!!
Taj: I don't think Aleki expected Douglas to kick out of that one!
Samson: Aleki set that up by working on Douglas' knee, though! Let's not ignore that!
The fans continue to show their support for both wrestlers. Aleki grabs Douglas by the hair and drags him back up to his feet. He immediately overpowers Douglas and shoves him back against the nearest turnbuckle. Aleki then closes the gap and immediately starts to pound away on Douglas in the corner with short-arm clotheslines! Blow after blow connects as Douglas is barely able to keep himself upright. Aleki is relentless, the referee finally having to come over and count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...Aleki stops!
The referee starts to warn him, but Aleki ignores the referee and instead drags Douglas toward the middle of the ring. He tries to get Douglas into position for My Will Be Done (Tiger Driver '91)!
Taj: Every single one of those strikes were DEVASTATING and Douglas has to be feeling it right now!
Samson: It’s my newest client's destiny to triumph in this tournament, Taj.
Just before Aleki can snap off My Will Be Done and send Douglas to the mat, Douglas spins out of his grasp! Douglas leaps into the air and hits Aleki with a knee strike! He then rushes forward and catches Aleki by surprise with a massive clothesline! Douglas goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THRE….KICKOUT!!
Aleki tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Douglas closes the gap and hits Aleki with a few strikes. Aleki uses his strength to shove Douglas away. Douglas stumbles a few steps, his knee almost giving out. Nonetheless, he recovers and remains upright. He charges at Aleki with as much speed as he can. Aleki tries to cut him off with a clothesline, but Douglas ducks underneath the attempt. He bounces off of the ropes and throws himself at Aleki, sending him crashing to the mat with a somersault clothesline! The fans cheer for the show of athleticism.
Douglas once again pulls himself back up to his feet---albeit, more slowly than he'd probably like. He takes a moment to let his knee recover as Aleki starts to drag himself back up to his feet as well. Douglas once again tries to line himself up with Aleki for a spea, but Aleki sees it coming and throws himself at Douglas' knee instead! Douglas hits the mat in pain, his eyes going wide!
Taj: Aleki knew what Douglas was going for, and once again found a way to completely kill his momentum!
Samson: Destiny, Taj, destiny!
Douglas tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Aleki does the same, grabbing hold of Douglas and pulling him in. He hits Douglas with a short-arm lariat that nearly sends Douglas crashing to the mat. Aleki holds him upright and instead shoots Douglas across the ring. When he comes back on the rebound, Aleki throws himself at her and connects with a massive clothesline from Hell! The impact sends Douglas flipping through the air! Aleki covers Douglas once he hits the mat.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND NEW Pride of 1WM Champion...Aleki Kekoa!!
Taj: Aleki Kekoa and Douglas Crane hit each other with everything they had, but Aleki was able to take Douglas' speed away and that made all the difference!
Samson: Douglas knew what he needed to do, and if Aleki didn't start to focus on his knee a bit earlier in the match...I actually think he might've been able to do it.
Taj: You really believe that, Joshua?
Samson: Hell no! I sounded convincing and sincere though, huh?
The referee hands Aleki the Pride Championship. Aleki holds it in the air for all to see as his new bride makes it into the ring to celebrate with him.
Broadcasting LIVE January 31st, 2024 from The 1WM Arena in Santa Monica, California
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
Non-Title Match
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton vs.”Ya Girl” Q
Non-Title Match
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton vs.”Ya Girl” Q
Torres: The following 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP NON-TITLE MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
The lights go out and the Black Superman logo is shown on the big screen with AC DC's "Back in Black" blasting over the speakers. Just then "Pretty" Ricky Stanton comes out to the ramp and stands there.
Back in black, I hit the sack
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose from the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I'm just looking at the sky 'cause it's getting me high
Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives, cat's eyes
Abusing every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black, oh
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose from the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I'm just looking at the sky 'cause it's getting me high
Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives, cat's eyes
Abusing every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well, I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black, oh
Ricky smiles as he begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. He steps into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle and smirks at the crowd as the music fades...
Torres: Introducing first hailing from Richmond, Virginia….weighing in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds….standing at six feet even….he is the former Interim Glory Champion….he is the Glory General Manager….he is Pretty….RICKKKKKKKKYYYYYY STANTOOOONNNNN!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Excuse my language but Ricky is one tough sonuvabitch. We’re about to witness a decimation of a match.
Samson: We sure are because my client, the Greatest 1WM World heavyweight Champion, “Ya Girl” Q is going to put an end to Pritchard once and for all.
The lights of the arena dim as "Believer" by Imagine Dragon begins to play over the arena sound system. At the :14 second mark, “Ya Girl” Q makes her way out onto the entrance ramp with a smirk on her face as pyro showers down from all around her.
Torres: And coming to the ring from Chicago, Illinois….weighing in tonight at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds.…standing at a height of five feet two inches….representing The Samson Family….she is the current reigning 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is Ya Girl….QQQQQQQQQQQQQQ!!!
Q remains until the :27 second mark of the song, at which point she finally begins to make her way down the ramp. She slaps hands with the occasional fan on the way down to the ring, while showcasing the World Championship title over her shoulder. Once she reaches the ring, she climbs up the stairs and steps into it. Making her way over to a turnbuckle, she climbs up to the second rope, posing for a moment to get the crowd hyped up for the upcoming match. She then hops down and approaches the center of the ring, where Ricky steps forward to meet her. The two of them stand there a moment, eyeballing one another.
Taj: Q seems confident here, but with the way they’re looking at each other…
Samson: The feces is about to hit the proverbial fan!
Taj: Need I remind everyone that this match is NOT for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship.
Samson: Because Pritchard doesn’t deserve it.
Q hands off the World Championship to an official — then turns around and begins to brawl with Ricky without warning! The referee hasn’t even called for the bell yet, but Q is already at the gates and comes at Ricky with a fierceness. The referee simply shrugs, then calls for the match to begin as both competitors begin exchanging blows.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: Here we go!
Q brings the rain as the punches cut through the air. She hammers in on Ricky with a barrage of punches and seems to be at an advantage when Ricky shoves her forward to clear some space. Q tries to come in right back at Ricky, but gets turned on her heels when Ricky extends an arm and cuts her down with a huge lariat!. Ricky immediately then lifts Q from the canvas and drapes her over his shoulders before throwing her down with a spike piledriver!
Taj: Ricky has a clear advantage of power over Q. This hasn’t been enough in the past, but that isn’t a reason for Q to take it easy now. Admittedly she’s got her work cut out for her, and if Ricky picks up momentum…
Samson: Q’s got to work a defensive game right now. Too many hits like that, and Pritchard’s job becomes that much easier.
Ricky lumbers toward the fallen Q, with Q trying to pick herself back up to her feet. Ricky doesn’t give her the time to recover, however, and scoops Q up by the wrist and effortlessly whips her over to the turnbuckle at full speed! Q hits the post with a resounding impact, staggering back for a step, then coming around and leaning slumped against the buckling. Ricky rushes in, attempting to raise the knee and wedge it into Q’s abdomen – but Q is able to evade the attack, and Ricky collides with the post!
Taj: Great evasion there from Q!
Samson: Only one reason why she’s The Greatest!
Ricky winces in pain, staggering back. Q takes advantage of the opportunity and rushes him hot – but Ricky catches her with a Black Hole Slam! Ricky drops down, going for the cover.
One…
Tw…Q kicks out.
Taj: Ricky went for it, but Q’s still got a lot left in the tank.
Samson: Pritchard’s just trying to wear her down a little. Q can’t let him do that if she wants to win this.
Ricky angrily grabs Q around the head and goes to lift her to her feet. Q, however, smacks him away and instantly comes down to drive an elbow into Ricky’s knee! Ricky buckles down, having his knee already driven into the turnbuckle and now finding it in further pain. He staggers and Q takes advantage of this by going once more and striking the kneecap!
Taj: The World Champion is playing a smart game here…
Samson: For all of Pritchard’s hulking size, it won’t mean much if Q is able to cut him off at the legs. My client is beyond smart.
For a final pass, Q is able to come up and throws herself right at Ricky’s knee! This time Ricky goes down and Q then hits the ropes for momentum and rushes at Ricky. The General Manager braces himself and manages to catch the champion with a hand on the throat. He starts to get up so that he can deliver a chokeslam, but Q kicks Ricky in the knee once again, and then counters with a Samoan drop!
Taj: Q is showing off a little bit of power of her own!
Q goes in for the cover but in a true show of strength, Ricky launches her through the air in an unbelievable immediate kick out!
Samson: I think someone needs to be tested after this match.
Q rolls over to the ropes, pulling herself back to her feet — when she gets sidelined from the incoming Ricky, kicking her right in the face! Q’s head snaps back and blood flies out from her mouth and into the air. She staggers, rolling on the mat as Ricky gives pursuit. Ricky places a hand on Q’s back and brings her to her feet, where he delivers a sharp chop across the chest.
Crowd: WOOO!!
Q falls back and leans up against the ropes, where Ricky Irish whips her to the other side. As she rebounds, she ducks under a clothesline from Ricky… and then comes back for another pass with a huge spear on Ricky!
Taj: I felt that one!
Samson: I think I heard a rib crack with that impact…
Ricky painfully holds his midsection and rolls out of the ring. Q reaches over the ropes to grab him. Ricky, however, reaches up and pulls down on the neck of Q -- choking her over the top rope!
Samson: That isn’t right!
Taj: It’s called using the environment, Joshua. Ricky’s showing he can play it smart.
The referee comes in, yelling for Ricky to release Q. Ya Girl struggles in the choke until Ricky finally releases her. Q stumbles back. Ricky steps up onto the apron… then reenters the ring. Q tries to regain her balance to run at Ricky, but her former mentor responds by just throwing himself at Q. Both crash to the mat hard! The audience is on their feet, chanting as the match intensifies. Q rolls to the corner where Ricky is up. Ricky seems dazed for a moment, but he soon runs out at full speed and drives his knee right into Q’s chest! Q goes down, clutching her chest while Ricky winces — his knee bothering him.
Taj: Q’s got to work that knee some more. You can see it taking a toll on Ricky, if she takes it out she can have this in the bag.
Samson: Come on, Q!
Ricky grasps at his ribs, still feeling the earlier spear. He stalks Q for a moment, taking a moment to slow the pace down a bit. He then grabs at Q to bring her up — but Q starts to fire back with right hands. The fans cheer Q on as punch after punch connects!
Taj: The Champ is fighting back!
Ricky stumbles and Q takes advantage of the opening going in for an exploder suplex! The signature connects and Q goes in for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!!
Taj: Ricky isn’t being worn down easily!
Q gets to her feet, pulling Ricky up along with her. Ricky retaliates against his opponent, checking Q in the gut with a stern fist. Q staggers and Ricky gets to his feet and nails the Champ with another right hand across the face! Q stumbles back, Ricky hits the ropes and comes back only to be on the end of a gorilla press slam!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Q comes in to pick Ricky back to his feet, but Ricky rolls out of reach and bounds up against the ropes. Q comes in at a pursuit and Ricky clubs her back and begins lighting her up with a series of hard strikes. Q staggers back just as Ricky takes a dive and tackles her to the mat. Ricky brings Q to her feet and sets her up for Death Valley Driver. Cradling Q upon his shoulders, he begins spinning around and then drives the Champion to the canvas!
Taj: That might have taken the wind out of Q’s sails…
Samson: Shut your mouth, Taj.
Taking a breath, Ricky watches as Q rolls over and makes a slow crawl to the ropes. The DVD has made Q barely able to move, but she’s trying desperately to get back on her feet. However as the moments pass. Ricky follows her until she’s able to make it to the ropes and there he rakes her back! Q cries out in pain as she gets to her feet and stumbles over to the turnbuckle where she leans against it. Ricky backs up and bull rushes in, but Q moves with just a moment to spare and Ricky once more crashes into the turnbuckle.! He stumbles back into the grasp of Q who lifts him up on her shoulders and delivers a Samoan drop!
Taj: Q’s fighting for this one!
Samson: Well she’s not exactly going to give up, is she?
Q hurries and rolls Ricky over and applies a single leg Boston Crab, wrenching the hold. Ricky roars in pain as he reaches for the ropes but Q pulls him closer to the center of the ring. Ricky then manages to muster his strength, and flip over and kick Q off and leap up to his feet just as Q is running back at him. Ricky runs forward and ducks under a clothesline attempt. On the way back he hits a modified exploder where instead of suplexing Q over, Ricky rolls her sideways into a fisherman suplex! He goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
THRE…KICKOUT!!
Taj: Ricky really looked impressive there, but the Champion isn’t going to quit yet!
Samson: Damn right she’s not!
Ricky drags the Champ to her feet and whips her to the ropes, but this time Q takes Ricky off of his feet with a forearm smash. She then covers.
One…
Tw…Ricky kicks out!
Taj: An impressive counter, but no pinfall!
Q gets to her feet just as Ricky does and she goes for a float over DDT but Ricky runs under and comes back with a wheelbarrow suplex lift to Alabama slam-style face first stomach breaker, double knee! Ricky winces at the knees, but rolls over and goes for cover.
One…
Tw…Q gets the shoulder up!
Samson: Come on, Q, stop going for pinfalls that go nowhere. Bust out the big guns already!
Ricky lifts Q to her feet and goes for a Death Driver Piledriver, but Q leaps over his back and spins him around for a right hand. Ricky stumbles back and hunches over allowing Q to hit him with a float over DDT. She makes the cover.
One…
Two…Ricky kicks out cleanly and sits up.
Q is up and delivers a few stiff kicks to the back of Ricky before running to the ropes and coming back with a drop kick to his spine! Ricky rolls out onto the apron. Q hits the ropes and comes running at him only for Ricky to flip Q over him but Q lands on the apron directly behind Ricky, holding onto him with her arms wrapped around his waist. Q then tries to go for a German suplex... but Ricky holds onto the top rope and won’t budge. Q blasts him in the back of the head with a few hard elbow shots before gaining position on the apron. She then charges at Ricky and hits him with a forearm smash that knocks Ricky into the steel steps head and shoulders first!
Q points to her head before running at Ricky, sitting against the stairs, and lifts her leg up to boot him in the face... but Ricky rolls out of the way and Q kicks the stairs! Q holds her leg in pain just as Ricky gets up and goes for belly-to-belly suplex. Q reverses and snap suplexes Ricky across the stairs back first! Ricky rolls off in pain clutching at his back.
Taj: Ricky’s spine may have been seriously damaged!
Samson: Good!
Q sits up, catching her breath, before getting to her feet. She slowly walks over to Ricky who is crawling toward the apron and using it to pull himself up. He however turns into Q, but before Q can act... Ricky sends a fist right at her face! He then leaps up on the apron and runs at Q. He goes to kick her in the face, but Q grabs hold of Ricky’s ankle and yanks him down off the apron and locks in an ankle lock! Ricky pushes himself up, roaring in pain but still manages to flip around and kick Q off. Ricky kips to his feet and clotheslines Q down to the ground. Ricky then rolls inside the ring and back out to break the count. He grabs hold of Q and slides her inside. Ricky is yelling for Q to get up and as she does he runs full blast at the Champ. Q spins around and nails Ricky with a spinning back fist!
Taj: This could be it.
Samson: Damn right it is!
One…
Two…
THR…KICKOUT!!
Samson: GODDAMNIT!!!
The crowd is on their feet stomping away making the arena a deafening thunder of uproar. Q drags Ricky up and delivers a few buzzsaw kicks and then hits the ropes. Ricky nails her with a flying clothesline! He makes the cover.
One…
Two…
THR…Q gets the shoulder up, just in the nick of time!
Taj: Q barely kicked out of that one!
Samson: That was too close!
Q kips up to her feet but so does Ricky, the two get a good look at one another. They begin running at each other again and begin to exchange vicious right hands. They battle back and forth until Ricky finally gets fed up and grabs hold of Q. He tries to choke her out, but Q tries to fight out of it, but can’t. The referee eventually has no choice but to start his count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…Ricky releases the champ.
Taj: These two are literally at each other’s throats.
Ricky stands up and waits for Q to turn around...and as she does, he goes to kick her in the midsection. Q grabs hold of the foot and spins Ricky around into a discus clothesline! Ricky goes down. Q gets back to her feet still wobbly. She smirks a bit as she finds Ricky crawling. Q pounces as he comes up --- hitting a massive clothesline from Hell! Ricky goes down and Q collapses to the mat as well.
Taj: I said this before, but holy hell...
Samson: If Q hits someone smaller than Ricky with that, she just might kill them!
Q pulls herself back up to her feet and tries to stagger toward Ricky to cover. Before she can, Ricky rolls over so that his body is under the ropes, drawing a disappointed sigh from the crowd.
Taj: Can you imagine if Q covered him there?
Samson: It would’ve been over.
Q creates space to recover, as Ricky pulls himself up to his feet with the help of the ropes. Q makes an advance and Ricky reacts with a wide haymaker that sends Q spinning back. Ricky grabs the back of Q’s head and flips her over to the canvas. Q rolls up to one knee and Ricky uses that knee for a leg feed enziguri! Q falls with her eyes glazed over! Ricky drops down for the pin, hooking both legs!
One…
Two…
THR…Q gets the shoulder up!
Ricky kips up to his feet and he is feeding off the crowd's negative response of energy as he signals that it’s over! Q is up and spins right into Ricky’s grasp. Ricky brings her up and as he lifts Q into the finish, Q slips free and spins Ricky around. She kicks Ricky in the ribs and snaps off Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex) as the fans are on their feet. Q collapses to the mat to try and recover, as Ricky wisely rolls over to the ropes and falls out onto the floor.
Q pulls herself back up to her feet and glares out at Ricky. The Pretty One finishes dragging himself up to his feet with the help of the guardrail. Despite knowing better, Q steps out to the floor and immediately starts to fight with Ricky.
One…Q pounds away on Ricky with hard right hands and forearm shots.
Two…Ricky actually seems as though he’s going on the defensive.
Taj: Q said that she wanted to prove that she can really beat Ricky and she’s trying to do that right now!
Samson: Trying more like she is doing!
Three…Q finally tries to roll Ricky back toward the ring.
Four…Ricky fights Q off with an elbow shot to the ropes. However, he then grabs Q’s head and slams it into the ring apron.
Five…Q tries to recover, but Ricky bounces her head off of the ring apron a second time! Q nearly loses her footing.
Six…Ricky turns Q around and lifts her into the air.
Seven…Ricky takes a few steps with Q before practically launching her into the ring post like a dart!
Taj: How does anyone have that much energy left at this point in the match?!
Samson: I said it earlier, someone might need testing after the show.
Nine…Q slumps against the steps and is barely moving.
In the ring, the referee’s count finally reaches ten and he calls for the bell.
Taj: The match is over! The match is over!
Samson: What in the hell?!
Torres: Due to this match reaching the referee’s ten count….it has been ruled a double countout!
Ricky seems a bit perturbed by the fact that the referee has called a double countout. Ricky immediately reaches down and starts to remove the padding covering the concrete floor. The referee notices and almost immediately exits the ring to try and stop him. Ricky responds by taking the referee off of his feet with a haymaker! He then turns and continues to expose the floor.
Taj: Well, the match is over...but...
Samson: But nothing! Where in the hell is security?!
Q finally starts to stir again near the steps. Completely unaware of Ricky’s efforts, Q tries to rush at her for a clothesline. Ricky hoists the groggy and stumbling Q onto his shoulders and delivers a F-5 onto the exposed floor! Q is motionless as Ricky responds by putting his foot squarely on the champ’s back and triumphantly holding his arms in the air.
Taj: Q could be hurt right now! This isn’t good…
Ricky keeps his foot on the champ’s back, the fans showering him with boos. This image lingers for about ten seconds before Ricky finally begins to walk toward the back. EMTs hurry out to check on Q, Samson making his way from the commentator’s table to join them.
Taj: What a night! What a night! Thank you for joining us here at Massive Four celebrating the closeout of year number four! We’ll see you all in 2024 where will kick start year five with a bang!
Ricky seems absolutely unfazed by all of this, simply mouthing “Next time” as the 1WM logo flashes across the screen and the show comes to an end.
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