Legendary 47 "This Means War II" (29 February 2024)
Feb 29, 2024 21:48:03 GMT -8
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Post by Cedric Southern on Feb 29, 2024 21:48:03 GMT -8
Ailyn lands in California with her quartet of her chosen family of Six, her girlfriend Emily, and of course Ai Newlywed husband Dax. She clearly has had something on her mind the entire flight as she didn't say much and looked out the window nearly the whole time.
Ailyn: Babe, I have this eerie feeling something weird is going to happen tonight.
Dax: What makes you think that, my love?
Ailyn: I showed you the strange things Brie’s been saying on social media and that bizarre phone too. Who calls her tag team partner while she's on her honeymoon? Just to talk about things we've chatted about previously.
Dax: She's definitely been rather erratic as of late.
A few minutes later while Ailyn's looking through her phone she receives a text message from her mentor Travis Levitt. After a quick response, she shouldn’t be surprised to see her phone ringing with his name popping up.
Ailyn: Hey Trav, what's good?
Travis: Hey Probie. Welcome back! How was the Honeymoon? Would have called you sooner but wanted you to enjoy it.
Ailyn: The UK is a very cool place with so many different countries that the average person doesn't know exist. I think our favorite was Wales. And kissing The Blarney Stone was super cool too! To be honest England was so much like here it was kinda boring.
Travis: Thats America for you. Polluting the rest of the world to try and be as much like us as possible. Luckily only England seems to be converting. So long as Ireland, Italy and France hold out, Europe can remain worth visiting.
Ailyn: London could be any major American city except everyone has the Queen's English accent. And you're right, France is completely amazing, Auntie Ry-Ry has a villa in Nice. We used to go there all the time when it was too much in Seattle. Ireland was a blast with so many tiny villages with cool architecture. But, I wish the nature of this call was to gush about being a Newlywed and the dope vacation my husband and I just completed. But, your ears aren't quite that lucky.
There's a longer than needed pause. Travis almost thinks they got disconnected when the Silly Girl starts crying.
Ailyn: What in the hell is wrong with her, Trav?
There’s a pause from the other end before a deep sigh can be heard.
Travis: What’s she done this time?
Ailyn: Have you not been paying attention to social media? The entire time I was having the time of my life with my husband. She's been acting neurotic and concocting nonsense to make me look like a fool. You'd think she the 18 year old and I'm the Vet, in my opinion. Then there's the phone call to literally talk about the same crap she always does. “Why did you save Travis and not me?”. What the actual fuck is wrong with her.
Travis has gathered in his many conversations with the Silly Girl that it takes a lot for her to swear so Ai's clearly amped up.
Ailyn: And, is this match to keep us occupied from the main event? That war match should be ours not the people Brie's sucking up to now. She's got something up her sleeve. I can feel it in my bones!!
Travis listens patiently as AIlyn speaks, knowing sometimes its better to just be patient. Waiting until she pauses and then thinking before responding.
Travis: For starters, if Brianna has caused you even one moment of anguish during the happiest period of your life, I may have to bust out a fireball during our match just for her. Lets see how The Phoenix handles real flames.
He pauses again as he considers it but then speaks gently with a sigh.
Travis: Ailyn, Brie is…..who she is. Maybe she has something up her sleeves. Maybe she doesn’t. But you need to focus on our match, and make sure your mind is here for it. You can’t control Brianna or the people she is hanging around. Any more than I can control the booking team. Samson’s more connected then I could ever hope or want to be. If he wants his super-team to take them on, then so be it. We need to focus on this match. That's all we can do.
Ailyn: Hey, we're pulling up to the venue right now, see you in a minute.
The van comes to a stop in front of the Hanger and the Atlanta crew pile out. Ai beelines for the entrance and on the other side of the security checkpoint Travis is waiting for her and her chosen family. She gives him a hug and he and Dax shake hands that turns into a bro hug themselves.
Dax: She's rather pissed off, my dude!
Travis: You know, I got that impression.
There’s a small smile on his face as he turns back to his mentee, watching her carefully for a moment before shaking his head and scowling.
Travis: I need to go find Brie and smack her. She’s got you all fired up without even trying, and now I get to cop it.
Ailyn: I'm telling you, Trav, if she pulls some bullshit I'm gonna fucking lose it on her stupid ass!!
Just then, William Ryder enters the venue behind the Darrington's. Travis spots him and gives a quick nod to his friend before looking at Ailyn and squeezing her shoulder.
Travis: Save it for the ring. For now, take your hubby, go and get ready, and I’m damn glad to see you back. Welcome Home.
Ailyn: Yessir, see you in the ring, my friend.
Ai gives him a big hug before heading towards the women's locker room. Travis gives her a gentle smile and fist-bumps with Dax as well before he steps past them and heads towards Ryder. William stares at Ailyn’s back for a long moment then turns to Travis as he approaches, who raises his hand for a bro-shake that Ryder ignores for a long moment before accepting it.
William: Consorting with the enemy?
Travis: Welcoming a friend back from their honeymoon. I’m not like you, Will. I don’t treat anyone I have a match with as an enemy. Once that bell rings, and the match starts, sure. I can turn it on. But before that? I treat everyone how they treat me.
‘The Maverick’ kept a level-headed and calm demeanor while his partner ridiculed him by making a preposterous remark about how he prepares for upcoming opponents.
William: Listen here, Dragonfly, you’re more than welcome to parade around this place and make all the friends in the world since that’s your gimmick. But when your next match has the two of us working hand in hand with each other as tag partners the importance of the two of us being on the same page needs to be inevitable.
He sighed heavily, the glared focus that burned deep within his eyes never shying away from the spot in which Travis had been standing since the two of them began their mild altercation.
William: So I guess you have no issues with taking your ‘Lil’ manatee’ or whatever the hell you call her and make sure to do whatever it takes to walk out of this match with a victory no matter what the cost ends up being? Your ‘Lil’ Manatee means nothing to me. She’s nothing more than another random face in the crowd who is standing between the two of us claiming victory at Legendary 47! People have been asking me all week why the radio silence over the past few weeks on social media and the answer is as simple as it is obvious when you sit back and think about it. All this drama involving both Ailyn Darrington & Brianna Matthews is beneath me to the point it’s become comical. Why should we get our hands dirty when the two of them can do all the heavy lifting and dirty work themselves? Let’s allow them to self-destruct at some point either before, during, or after our match, and allow us to pick the bones and scraps and come away with an easy victory. How about you take a little bit of time and think about it?
William Ryder placed his hand gently across the near shoulder blade of his good friend and soon-to-be tag team partner, Travis Levitt. He would gently embrace him with three friendly taps across the back of his left shoulder, before slowly making his way towards the locker room area. Travis watched him go, a small smile on his face as he considered Will’s words. Looking down and then gently turning towards the arena, shaking his head and following his friend and tag partner inside.
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The One Arena is live and ready for This Means War 2, As the fans are at a Frenzied pitch, and the camera pans to where Taj and Joshua Samson Esquire are calling the action, there are many signs all over the arena: “there are going to be a war tonight” and “no one will be left unscathed from this”. One sign in particular says “down with the Queen, and her conglomerate.”
Taj: Hello and welcome to Legendary Forty-Seven “This Means War 2”. We are live from the sold out One Arena in Santa Monica, California. I am Taj Henessey-Monroe, joined as always by Joshua Samson, Esquire. What a show last month, where we saw both your clients, Aleki Kejoa and “Your Girl” Q, as well as Ricky Stanton and Samantha Tolson, targeted by this new group headed by your ex-client Bianca Davis.
Samson: Vulgar Display of Power are going to realize one day that hitching their wagon to Lady Meathead is a bad idea, and that starts tonight! They managed to do the one thing that was not possible: they got Pritchard and me to put our differences aside.
Before any more could be said, ”Fire in the Blood/Snake Song” hits over the public address system as the fans are unsure what this is about. However, the lights dim, and a lone spotlight remains at the ramp. After a few moments of murmurs, the boos begin to pour out if the crowd as BRADDOCK and Cory Chevelle march out from the back, looking menacing, followed by Nicole Benson who has a cocky smirk on her face. The “lovely” intellectual motions as Anna Novak soon marches out with a cold, stoic look on her face. Then last but not least, strutting into view with the smuggest and posh of struts is none other than the Pinnacle herself, Bianca Davis, which draws even louder boos. She has her cane in one hand and raises her other hand high in the air, doing her trademark wave, which draws more boos whiles the Conglomerate make their way down to the ring, marching together.
Taj: You have to admit this is a force that Bianca has assembled.
Samson: I don’t have to admit anything…
Soon, they make their way up the stairs. First BRADDOCK and then his tag team partner Cory Chevelle, followed by Nicole Benson. Next, Anna Novak climbs the stairs and holds the ropes for the Pinnacle herself, who saunters up the ring steps. Before entering the ring, she poses smugly, doing her trademark wave, as the fans shower her with boos. She demands a microphone from a stagehand and as her music cuts, she puts the microphone up to her lips, and places a hand on her hip. She soon begins to speak.
Bianca Davis: Well, well, well, you all thought I was lying when I said I had something I had a surprise for all of you? Well, looky here, once again, Bianca Davis is right as I have always been. See, I tried to do things the official way the so-called right way, I tried everything, but yet I was hamstrung at every single turn by this corrupt system, first I had Q get lucky in a match I clearly should of won, and tonight I will show you why that is the case. Then it was the political games time and time again a bogus suspension handed from up high and then a lowball offer, and I thought I could of let this place high and dry once again; none of you deserve me.
The fans boo loudly, however, the venom in the voice of the Malibu native only grows.
Bianca Davis: But, then I thought I am the one with all the power now, I know this is above the rank and file and all but I used these negotiations, and their desire to have me under contract against them the first thing I used it for was these two right next Nicole Benson, my lovely protege, a graduate of Yale Univesity the smartest woman in the room, and Anna Novak my find from Croatia, a woman who I paid her way to be here why? Because when it comes to what I want, I always get it. But thats not it, because soon tehse two here Vulgar Display of Power I have seen them, and boy I have been impressed by the sheer destruction and chaos they have caused but of course, they get a bad deal all because the office can’t control them, just like they can’t control me. So we got together, and we agreed on a lot more than than we could have ever disagreed on, and with that, we set this in motion, and last month well you all know the rest, we laid out your up-and-coming heroes, and then we laid out the offices chosen main event. I knew Joe would ban us from Glory because why? He is in the back pocket of Ricky, and Josh it’s so simple. But heres the funny thing you can’t stop us from doing what we want, when we want, and how we want.
Samson: She swears she knows so much of the political ongoings of this place yet doesn’t know a damn thing!
Cory Chevelle steps forward with a mic in hand. He tips his cowboy hat up a little and looks around the arena as the boo’s grow louder. Chevelle just laughs and shakes his head, raising the mic.
Cory Chevelle:
Now I'm sure all you asshat's and asshat's in the back were expecting some kind of answers or reasoning behind all the attacks from Legendary 46. Unfortunately...
Chevelle pauses as the crowd gets louder.
Cory Chevelle:
Y'all can shut the hell up anytime, your tears are only wasted on the likes of all the trash we took out! You people think you're entitled to everything these days! So you can all sit there and boo all ya like but guess what bitch, Vulgar Display of Power and The Conglomerate don't give a skunk’s piss about your feelings. Now I've heard nothing but excuses from those who will be our opponents later tonight.
Chevy starts doing a bad imitation of Ricky Stanton, mock tears and all…
Cory Chevelle:
Wa-Waahhh wah-waahhhhh! They jumped us in da dark! Well I'll show you darkness cuz I'm the summit who towers over everyone understand!? No one knows war or greatness like Ricky-[/I] AHHHH SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH YA BIG BALD BITCH! For someone who is the summit, for someone so damn powerful you, Ricky Stanton, have NOTHING to actually say. The fact of the matter is, just like when we picked a fight with Bia and Mark Kelly, you sonsabitches were caught with your pants down and got your ass’s smacked! It wouldn't have made a difference if the lights were on, off, or flashing red with a public alert going off; YOU WERE MEASURED, WEIGHED, AND DEVOURED BY BEASTS!
Chevelle moves in towards the ropes, leaning on them as his cold blue eyes turn to the entrance ramp.
Cory Chevelle:
Boys and girls… I'm sorry but tonight won't be your night. I know we're up against Samantha Tolson and the champ herself, Q. I know there's another champion in the match being Aleki. And I know you're all pissed off about what we did. That's good. You should be. I want each and every one of you to come out as begrudgingly and pissed off as you can and I want you to unleash that because you still haven't learned the lesson we tried giving you at Legendary 46. It's not enough. You all talk about being bigger and badder, how do you know? You've yet to see what we as a unit are fully capable of. That's a little short sighted on your ends don't you think? I mean hell, a little bit of guerilla warfare last time rocked ya and got you all upset. This match isn't about making things fair. It's about measuring the distance of how far everyone's willing to go to be in their spot.
Because I'ma tell you right now boys and girls. We're comin’ for all you got!
BRADDOCK produces a Pabst tallboy from the pocket on the front of his hoodie. He pops the top and guzzles some of it while giving the finger to the crowd. His partner attempts to hand him the mic and he shakes his head. It picks up the Anti-Icon telling him "I ain't got shit to say to these dolts!"
Samson: Did he just use the word “dolt?” Is this 1930?!
Chevelle is shown staring over at Braddock as Braddock knocks back another drink.
Cory Chevelle:
Well I hope you brought some for the rest of us, c’mon man..
Braddock grins, pulling one more out from his hoodie and hands it to Chevelle who quickly cracks it open and cheers’ with Braddock. Braddock then looks at the ladies and tells them there's more in the back, but Bianca respectfully declines.
Samson: That's very professional…drinking on the job already. What a national treasure these two are.
Taj: I mean, Chevelle is an Olympic gold medalist.. c’mon Samson, go have a few drinks with them.
Samson: No thanks. I’m bigger and better than drinking cheap swill with degenerate punks like them.
Nicole then takes the microphone up to her lips, and Bianca claps for her protege.
Nicole Benson: You know, being a woman of intellect when Bianca called me and said, hey, I have something big for you and a good first step to your career, I almost hesitated I mean, there is truth in the expression if things are to good to be true, but when we meet, and she laid out the ground even I have to give credit where its due, it was one hell of an ingenious plan and the best part is none of you saw it coming.
Bianca smirked at the compliments coming her way as Nicole held the microphone, waiting for the smattering of boos to come through.
Nicole Benson: First, we chased out Sydney, which was a lovely little exercise, and then at Legendary 46, you saw the rest, but that is just only a precursor to the events that are about to take place. Because things only move on up from here. I might be a rookie, but I am targeting the very top of this business after all as a Prodigy things just come naturally to me. And this business will be no expectation after all I have the best friends anyone could ask for on top of that. When the light of our brilliance shines upon this company, you will scatter.
The fans boo loudly at the statement as Nicole hands the microphone back to the Pinnacle.
Bianca Davis: Isn’t she a doll? Anyway, now you might be wondering what the end goal is. How could four very unlikely people come together like this? Simple we want everything and we are going to take all the gold, all the power, all the success, and the office well, they are just gonna have to get in line with it. Because if they don’t? Well, there’s no telling what we will do, and there won’t be anything you can do about it!
All of a sudden Bianca drops the microphone and laughs evilly as the group all raise each other's hands again showing unity among them.
Taj: This could be a turn in the history of 1WM and this group can possibly be the one leading the way.
Samson: After being decimated in the Warzone tonight, you’ll be rethinking those thoughts, Taj.
”Fire in the Blood/Snake” song plays over the public address system as the scene fades to black.
As the camera pans to the backstage cameraman, we can see Brianna Matthews standing in the gorilla position, her frustration boiling beneath the surface as she argues with those in charge. Despite their insistence that it wasn’t her time, she refused to back down. With a quick move she would grab the two way radio and she ordered her music to blast through the arena speakers. Emerging from behind the curtain, her fiery red hair straightened, she exuded an aura of defiance, clad in a sleek ensemble of black.
Stopping on the ramp, she scanned the crowd, a silent acknowledgment of the support she knew awaited her. With determination etched in her features, she made her way to the ring, slapping hands with fans along the aisle.
Samson: What the hell is this?! I thought we were on an extended commercial break?!
Taj: I did too. I’m not sure we’re even broadcasting this but Brianna Matthews is unexpectedly in the ring and looks to have something to say.
Samson: (sarcastically) Oh joy…
Upon entering the ring, she wasted no time in seizing the mic, the cheers of the crowd drowning out any lingering doubts. Positioning herself in the center, she addressed the audience with a mixture of intensity and vulnerability.
Brie: "The Phoenix has come around to Santa Monica!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, but Brie silenced them with a raised hand, her gaze piercing through the sea of faces.
Brie: "I stand before you tonight not as a puppet of the system, but as a voice for the voiceless, a rebel with a cause. You see, there's a storm brewing within the walls of this company, a storm of betrayal, deceit, and injustice."
Her words hung heavy in the air, each syllable dripping with disdain as she delved into the heart of the matter.
Brie: "Let's talk about Cory Chevelle, or as I call him, Chevy. He preaches about being seen, about making your mark, but what he fails to understand is that true strength lies not in the spotlight, but in the shadows. It's in the quiet moments of reflection, the silent resolve to defy expectations and forge your path. Well I’ve done enough reflecting over the past eleven days from the time I went to Seattle to talk with Jericho and up until now. And there is one thing that Chevy also doesn’t understand. You see what Chevy also doesn’t understand is being seen is one thing, not being seen and quit or not heard is another thing, and that is why tonight I made a promise to myself that I would not only be SEEN but I would be HEARD."
The crowd murmured in agreement, the resonance of truth echoing through the arena.
Samson: So we’re just going to allow the show to be hijacked by J.C. Junior?!
Taj: Quiet, Samson.
Brie: "So now comes the decision of what to talk about first. I could talk about Ricky Stanton, the epitome of arrogance and entitlement. He thinks he holds the power to define me, to label me as he sees fit. You see Ricky thinks he is a clever man but in reality he really isn't. I said this week on X that Ricky gave me the moniker The Phoenix because that was his way to still have a hold on me. Since I know you’re all a little bit slow and don’t understand the words coming out of my mouth very well right now let me explain to you what I mean by that. Ricky Stanton gave me that moniker in the hopes that I would do what we call in this business turn heel. I guess he doesn’t understand that I’m smarter than what he thinks. He thinks if he gives me that moniker that he’s going to have a hold on me and can get me to do some of his dirty work for him again. Well, I won’t. And I threw the moniker away just like I was thrown away. Yeah you remember that don’t you Ricky? How we were supposed to be doing business and then one day you took everything from my friend, who you ran out of 1WM, and then turned around later to tell me that our business with each other was done. So now I ask you, how does it feel to have something you gave another person thrown out in the trash? Oh and Ricky, you know how you talked about how I don’t know who I am anymore, maybe you’re right. Maybe I don’t know who I am anymore but let me make one thing clear: I am not defined by your shallow judgments or your outdated stereotypes. I am defined by my actions, by the fire that burns within me, unyielding and untamed."
Her voice rose to a crescendo, each word a battle cry against the forces that sought to silence her.
Brie: "Or I could just talk about the man known as Joshua Samson Esq.”
Samson: Me? What did I ever do to, Ms. Flip Flop?!
Brie: “You know, the one who runs The Samson Family? As in the executive representative to Aleki Kekoa? The one who has been pretty chummy with Ricky Stanton lately? Oh but wait, if I did that you would want to know why that is. Because I can’t just bring anyone up while I am out here in the ring right? Let’s talk about Joshua because right now I see you’re listening to this oh so intently.”
She looks over at the commentators’ table and mockingly waves.
Brie: “Hey Joshua, remember me, the one who knows things but shouldn’t know them? Let’s have a conversation ok?”
Taj: What is she talking about, Joshua? “Things she shouldn’t know?”
Samson: Mind your business, Taj.
Brie: You see about eleven days ago when I was going to go see Jericho about the things that were weighing on my mind you did something you really shouldn’t have done. You slut shamed me. Now before you go and get your panties in a bunch, well boxers cause you’re a guy, let me talk to you about this. You said and I quote, and I will keep it pg just for Joe, but you said “I’m not slut shaming her but Brianna will give guys what they want from her on a first date. But again I’m not slut shaming her.” You say you didn’t but the reality is you did. You even brought up Ricky Stanton and Travis Levitt and tried to imply that Jericho was a third to get to find that out. None of them did because it’s not true but you know what…not one of you had the decency to back me up and tell him he was wrong for saying it. Well, I'll take that back. Jericho did it in his own way. But Ricky and Travis didn’t say one word to him especially when he implicated them. I would know what I do and who it is with. So Joshua Samson, you can go to hell. "
With a defiant glare, Brie unleashed a torrent of raw emotion, her words a testament to the power of resilience and determination.
Samson: She shouldn’t get mad at me because she gives it up on the first date! Hell, nothing is wrong with that anyway.
Brie: “Now let me get to the other thing I am out here about. And that’s my match with Ailyn against the tag team of Travis Levitt and William Ryder. This match was made for a reason. To put friends against friends. When it comes to this match I have just one little problem with it and that’s Ailyn. You see Ailyn, ever since you showed up here in 1WM you have done some things that were questionable in my mind. First of all you, like Chevy said and I have to agree with him, you were all about getting a relationship when you first got here. You didn’t care whether you had matches and then you asked me to be your mentor not to mention do a little managing for you. But what did you do? The very next day you turned around and made your best friend Six your manager when you went out to the ring. So I confronted you and you made it like it was no big deal and that I shouldn’t have a problem with it. But you see, what you don’t realize is I knew right then that you were not here on a professional level. You came here to sabotage me. And against my better judgment I told you that we should do the tag team thing. Remember that conversation? I made Genesis. You didn’t. You said and I quote “Do you think we could get other people to join it and we could have a faction?” And what did I say when you asked me that? I told you I didn’t see why not but we needed to focus on being a good team first. But you didn’t want to listen, did you? You kept badgering me every day about letting you go talk to Travis and William Ryder about them joining Genesis and we turn it from a tag team into a faction. And how did I respond to you? I told you ok but if they said no to drop it. You see Ai, I wanted this tag team to work out for both of us but you’re just too damn childish. You tried to play matchmaker for me and I didn’t even ask you to. And don’t try to say that it was me because it wasn’t. First there was Travis. We both told you to let it go. Then when you realized your little plan wasn’t going to work you moved on to Raze. I mean what are you even here for Ailyn? Because I have to tell you, you aren’t here to wrestle that’s for damn sure. If you were then you would be focused on matches and trying to work with me to make this tag team work. But are you doing that? No, you decided to worry more about whether you had a man, not to mention the fact you were broadcasting to everyone about what you do behind closed doors, and then about your wedding. Oh you know what-
Pauses for a second smirking.
Brie: You’re a disgrace to the Ruin family name. I mean come on, do you honestly think Momma Ruin wanted you to show up and disgrace the family name by being childish and care about boys and sex instead of wrestling? Showing people that don’t know about the Ruin family who they are and why people say they are one of the better known royal wrestling families? Momma Ruin should show up here and do something that should have been done a long time ago. Or better yet, I’ll do her a solid and I’ll whip that childish ass of yours for her. You know what, let me stop there though because your little friend Travis will probably have something to say about me telling you all this. And then he will try to scold me like he is my dad or something. But you know what, this time I won’t back down. You wanted this Ailyn. Don’t say you didn’t because you know damn well this was your plan from the very first moment you stepped foot in this company. I mean it wasn’t just one person who brought you here. She told me about you and I was impressed and helped her bring you here to 1WM. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t still have your job here right now. Honestly though, you can try to be like Auntie Rylee…or is it Ryleigh…oh who gives a crap how she spells her name because you will never be her. You will always be known as the childish girl who is going to get her ass whipped by The Phoenix. Oh hey Ricky, I know I said I threw it out but you know what, it kind of fits don't you think?
Smirks again laughing some more.
Brianna: Oh but you know what, the best part is finally here you guys. It’s the other reason I am out here. You know what I am talking about, how you all wanted to know my opinion on the attacks that Braddock and Chevy did and then Bianca and her little crew did? Let’s see what my thoughts are. Well, honestly, if I am off-limits then there is probably a pretty good reason for that. I mean are you people slow that you haven’t figured it out yet? I’ll leave that question for you guys to all ponder. Now I have to go to the back and get ready for a match but to all those who seek to break me, to tear me down brick by brick, I have one message: you may try to bury me, but you will only fuel the flames of my defiance. I am Brie, the Phoenix reborn, and I will rise from the ashes, unbroken and unbowed."
With a final flourish, she dropped the mic, the reverberation of her words lingering long after she had left the ring, a beacon of hope for all who dared to defy the status quo.
Taj: Brianna making a statement here tonight.
Samson: Really, Taj? Really?! She hijacked the show for fifteen minutes so she can ramble on about absolutely nothing.
Singles Match
Darcy Graves vs. Bia
Darcy Graves vs. Bia
The camera cuts from the ring to Braddock and Cory Chevelle as they're making their way through the crowd. They come to front row, and Bia is watching them closely. Braddock and Chevelle both smile and applaud her, hollering out “YOU'VE GOT NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT GIRL!” The two then take a seat and Chevy appears to be going through a number of signs they've brought along.[/I]
Samson: What are these two up to now?!
Taj: It's never good when Vulgar Display of Power shows up. These two have already made a reputation for their love to fight. Though it appears tonight maybe they come in peace..
Chevy holds up a sign that reads “Ricky Stanton eats weiners the long way” and Braddock holds up another sign reading “Chevy's banged Bia more times than Stevie Wonder bangs his toes” Bia shakes her head and focuses back on the match looking annoyed.
DING DING DING!!!
The bell sounds and the two competitors circle each other before locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Bia powers Darcy back to the ropes and then pauses just as they arrive and pulls the newcomer over. Darcy lands hard and Bia jumps on for a cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKS OUT!!
Bia sits her up and takes a side headlock. Darcy rolls her over into a cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Chevy is standing up tossing out Vulgar Display of Power t-shirts while Braddock has a beer in one hand and is holding another sign. “Ricky and Aleki look like before and after pics of a shaved dick” fans around them are laughing and slipping on their new shirts.
Back in the ring, Bia holds onto her headlock and rolls back over into the seated position. Darcy tries to roll her over onto her back again. Bia rolls through, switching to a front facelock that lands both of them face down on the mat on their stomachs. Darcy tries to sit up and Bia switches the hold to a seated guillotine. Darcy gets her feet underneath her, stands up, and reverses into a bridging Northern Lights suplex.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!!
Taj: Bia is showing off her skills tonight!
”Needs more POWER” Braddock's sign reads, and Chevy's holding one “Spoiler: Bia wins. The match + our hearts!”
Samson: These two…
Taj: It could be worse, they could be down here beating people down and ruining matches again.
Samson: Good point.
Darcy and Bia start to get up. Darcy jumps up looking for a tornado DDT. Bia spins and then starts to reverse into her own Northern Lights suplex. Darcy jumps over into a sunset flip but Bia drops down into a cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Bia tries for a move but Darcy manages to kick her in the face to get away. Both competitors get to their feet. Darcy jumps into a spinning heel kick that knocks Bia down. Darcy locks on Grave Robber (Kimura Lock). Bia reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break. Darcy pulls Bia back up and tries for The Maelstrom (Fireman's Carry Facebuster). Bia pulls Darcy down into an inside cradle!
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Chevelle is holding a nine year old sickly looking boy on his shoulder, who's holding a sign that reads “I'd smash Q like Chevy and Bia smashed that lasagna!” While Braddock slowly leans in next to them with another sign “MERCY 4 LASAGNA!” He then drops it and raises another “BUT NOT RICKY'S NIPPLES” The kid on Chevy's shoulders drops his sign and Chevy hands him another “The Dynasty is the low budget sequel to Broke back Mountain” Chevelle lowers the boy to the seat next to him hollering “Good job Brady!” Before gulping down a beer with Braddock.
Back in the ring, Darcy gets in a dropkick to Bia’s legs. Darcy goes for Waking the Dead (running single leg high knee) but Bia cradles her again. Darcy rolls through and both release their grips. As they stand up, Bia gets in a clothesline and then turns into The Maelstrom!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: Bia got her!
Samson: Not bad. Not bad at all.
Torres: Here is your winner….Bia!
Braddock and Chevelle are shown getting up, tossing their empty cups at the ring. Braddock can be heard saying “Alright, this match sucks! Let's leave before we have to to jump these chumps.”. Chevy looks into the camera and tips his hat as he says “See, nobody's getting jumped. We're saving it for that main event baby!” He slaps hands with the kid sitting next to him and the two make their way up the aisle into the back.
We cut to the locker room area where we see all four of 1WM’s interviewers huddled right outside of Douglas Crane’s locker room.
Mickey Greer: Alright, we gonna 'rock-paper-scissor' this and the loser has to go in.
Michael Michele: Why don’t you go in? Douglas seems to like you!
Mickey Greer: Likes me a little too much if we’re honest, last time I ran into him I was locked inside his van for the duration of the show and NOT ONE OF YOU came to look for me!
Michael Michele: I was busy interviewing someone.
Mari Moon: Um, a wrestler needed my EMT services.
Meera Katze: I don’t even like you, so why in the hell why I go looking for you?
Mickey Greer: Enough! Let’s do this okay? On shoot okay?
All four of them say in unison: “rock, paper, scissor SHOOT!” Mickey pulls scissors while Mari and Michael both pull rock. Meera in the other hand is holding a middle finger.
Mickey Greer: Oh come on Meera!
Meera Katze: This is stupid, I’m not doing this, I’m out.
She walks out on the group.
Mickey Greer: So unprofessional!
Both Michael and Mari pat Mickey on the shoulder and go their separate ways.
Mickey Greer: Um, wait guys! Best out of three? Guys?! Ugh.
Mickey’s shoulders drop and he hangs his head disappointed before shaking it slowly from right to left. He then takes a deep breath, brings his head up as well as the microphone. He smiles at the camera winks and then turns to knock on the door, only to find Douglas Crane standing there already.
Mickey Greer: OH JESUS CHRIST!
Mickey fumbles the microphone and drops to the floor. Crane manages to snatch the microphone out of the air and brings it up to his mouth as he looks at the camera with his cold blue eyes. The camera man backs up a bit, to give us a better view of Crane, sure, but likely because he doesn’t want to be that close to him. We manage to catch Mickey crawling away, off camera. With the camera zoomed out however, we now see that Douglas is already dressed in his wrestling gear, looking primed and ready to go. He points to the camera, gives a thumbs up and begins talking, sounding very much like the wrestler he is.
Crane: I realize we are in a period of Lent, but I am not Jesus Christ; I’m not here to pay for everyone else’s sins… I’m here to commit new ones, inside the squared circle, when I face my opponent tonight, “The Dark Phoenix” Raijin Hunter. You see I was coming to tonight’s show with only redemption in my mind… At the first ‘This Means War’ we lost in a tag match against another phoenix that doesn’t need naming, so I wanted to avenge that, bring my record back to .500 in a classic wrestling match. But Raijin has declared an all-out war against me on Twitter… He has asked for blood to be spilled and I can only but oblige to such request… So I hope he is ready, because tonight, “he” will be released and “he” will bathe in your blood Raijin… You see he doesn't like to just 'draw first blood'. Once he sees it, he wants more and more of it and he will not stop until he has gotten his fill. We are no longer looking to just put another notch in our win column, we are now bringing the wrath upon you to use you as an example of what not to say or do when facing us… I am one of the 7 Deadly Sins after all and true, one day I will pay penance for my sins committed, but not tonight… Tonight I will rise like ‘He’ did on Resurrection Sunday… But there will not be a miracle for you Raijin, there will be no phoenix rising tonight…
Crane tosses the mic to the side and we hear a muffled sound followed by a soft “ow” as obviously the mic landed on top of Mickey. Crane walks to the right, disappearing from our view briefly, and the camera man is about to put the camera down and help Mickey when Crane comes back, jumping on top of him like a hunter on prey. The camera man falls to the ground and Crane stands on his chest, toad-like, grabbing onto the camera so only his face is visible. He is breathing heavily and you see the lens of the camera fog up slightly with each breath… Crane speaks in a raspy whisper now, the voice belonging to the monstrosity within him.
You didn’t think we forgot about you, did you…. Raze?
Oh no, no, no…
We are still intrigued by you…
We saw you in the ring at the last show, and we watched you be defeated at the hands of pompous, arrogant pricks who you could have easily disposed of if you weren’t…
HOLDING BACK!
Why are you tamed, Raze?
Why are you a shell of your former self, or rather, why is your true self trapped in a shell?
The fact that you lost doesn’t matter to us in the least, but it’s how you lost… You didn’t lose the match because you got pinned… You lost it because you had already lost it, in here…
Crane points to his head.
You are a defeated version of yourself when you don’t need to be…
Let us show you tonight when we face Raijin what the perfect balance of chaos and order looks like…
Crane wipes the lens with his gloved hand.
I know you had a lot to say to us…
You have a lot of questions for us…
Kindred spirits, haunted or haunted, laying ghost and devils to rest or living with them…
PATIENCE MY DEAR JERICHO!
In due time we will answer you…
When the time is right… and when there is a consensus among us in regard to what we want from you and you from us…
if anything…
He jumps off the camera man and disappears out of view. You hear the camera man breathing heavily after having a 239 pound man sitting on his chest.
Streaming on the 15th of every Month
Exclusively on the ISM Global App
Singles Match
"Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane vs. "The Dark Phoenix" Raijin Hunter
"Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane vs. "The Dark Phoenix" Raijin Hunter
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 cheer him on, now joined by younger fans he has won over.
He stops a moment, surveying everything in front of him as the vocals to his music come in.
Taj: It looks as if we’ll be joined by Raze.
Samson: (sarcastic) Oh goodie…
Raze 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 commentary table..
Taj: Welcome to the commentator’s table, Raze.
Samson: Jericho Cross. When’s the last time you’ve done color commentary? Probably about as long as your retirement from this sport, huh?
Raze: Thanks, Taj. Joshua, it's been longer than that, I think.
Samson: You sure you know how this works? Oh of course you do since you like to add color commentary to EVERYONE’S posts on social media…
Raze: You realize that's how social media works, don't you?
Samson: Of course, but some things don’t require your “sage” wisdom. Just saying.
Raze: You're free to ignore anything I say, you know.
Taj: Focus, gentlemen. The match is about to begin.
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure that they’re ready for the upcoming match but Douglas seems focused on Raze on the outside. The ref yells at him and Crane snaps out of it, looking at the ref and nodding. The ref then calls for the bell as the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: Douglas zoned out there for a moment.
Douglas and Raijin both circle around the ring as they wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, the two grapple up. Raijin easily drives Douglas back against the ropes and hits him with a series of chops to the chest!
Crowd: WHOO! WHOO!
Raijin then shoots Douglas across the ring. Raijin waits for Douglas to return on the rebound before leaping into the air and hitting him with a perfectly timed dropkick! Douglas crashes hard to the mat. Raijin locks in a front facelock. He begins to apply pressure to wear Douglas down while delivering a few strikes to his back for good measure. Douglas manages to shove Raijin away as he staggers back to the nearest turnbuckle and tries to refocus.
Taj: Quick start to this match by Raijin, though you have to respect Douglas’s awareness.
Samson: Psycho Boy knows what he’s doing. Sometimes it’s worth refocusing and getting your head back in the game.
Raze: Smart way to go, Raijin is no slouch in there.
Samson: Clearly you have no true idea, Jericho. Sure he can wrestle. Sure he’s a low budget Jacob Striker. But can he win when it matters? His track record in 1WM says no.
Douglas remains slumped against the turnbuckle as Raijin quickly closes the gap. He leaps into the air and tries to hit him with a big splash in the corner – only to have Douglas duck out of the way at the last possible second! Raijin stumbles around from the impact before Douglas grabs hold of him and snaps off a side Russian leg sweep! Raijin crashes to the mat, but nonetheless tries to reach his feet. Unfortunately for him, Douglas is once again ready to strike – this time charging forward and connecting with a devastating knee! Smirking, Douglas watches as Raijin crashes to the mat.
Taj: Douglas saw the opening and took advantage of it.
Raze: Douglas does like to charge at his opponents, easy to see why when he connects. He seems to favor a smashmouth style.
Samson: So what’s really up with you two? The past two shows there have been some interesting interactions between the two of you at Legendary 46 and then him by himself at Glory.
Raze: That's a question I don't have an answer for yet. That's why I'm here tonight; I need more information to get that answer.
Samson: You know you could always DM him?
Taj: Joshua, does have a point.
Raze: True, but some things require a personal touch. What he does or doesn’t do about my being here tells me something about him.
Raijin slowly stumbles back up to his feet. Douglas is there to meet him with a series of quick strikes. He continues to try and wear him down by grabbing hold of his arm and wrenching away at it. While he does this, once again he stares at Raze, who doesn’t have a chance to stare back as Raijin is quickly able to use his strength to his advantage by pulling Douglas in and delivering a shoulder block. Douglas releases the hold and drops to the mat. Raijin hoists him into the air for a Northern Lights suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
One…
Two…Douglas kicks out!
Douglas tries to pull himself back up to his feet while creating space. Unfortunately, Raijin is ready to strike – running and connecting with an enziguiri that sends Douglas crashing back to the mat! Raijin hooks the leg to cover.
One…
Two…Douglas kicks out again!
Taj: This is the kind of momentum that Raijin is going to need if he plans on winning this match!
Samson: I one hundred percent agree with you, Taj. Raisin needs to keep this up and not give Psycho Boy even a moment to get back into this match, because if he gets that moment….it’s a wrap.
Raze: Agreed, Raijin is being smart by keeping the pressure on, especially with Crane as his opponent.
Raijin grabs Douglas and drags him back up to his feet. Raijin tries to get him into position for a move, but Douglas manages to free himself from Raijin’s grasp. Raijin tries to close the gap between the two, only to have Douglas catch him with what appears to be an inadvertent thumb to the eye! Raijin stumbles a few steps before Douglas charges and delivers a jumping knee strike! Raijin drops to a knee. Douglas grabs hold of him and snaps off a reverse DDT! Douglas hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Taj: I’m not sure how fair that was?
Samson: Who are you kidding, Taj?! It was definitely fair.
Douglas grabs hold of Raijin and tries to wrestle him into position for a fujiwara armbar! Raijin reaches out toward the ropes and grabs hold of them to keep Douglas from fully locking in the hold. The referee comes over and forces Douglas to break things up – though he responds by keeping the hold locked in while locking eyes with Raze again! The referee begins his count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...Douglas releases the hold. The referee tries to warn him as Douglas simply smirks, still looking at Raze who smirks back. The referee forces Douglas to give Raijin some space to make it back up to his feet.
Samson: That’s what I like to see in matches like this!
Taj: A complete disrespect for the rules?
Once Raijin is up, the referee lets Douglas get back on the attack. He charges at Raijin and is dropped on the top rope for a stun gun! Douglas falls to the mat and tries to catch his breath.
Raze: A stun gun’s a good move to keep in the back pocket, it just got used to pay Douglas back for not breaking the hold.
Taj: It’s a very dangerous move to receive. Douglas could be seriously injured.
Raze: That’s the nature of the biz, we all know the risks when we get in there.
Samson: It’ll take more than that to hurt Psycho Boy. I bet as a child his old man used to chop him in the throat all the time!
Sensing an opening, Raijin tries to land on him with a standing shooting star press! Douglas gets his knees into the air and Raijin lands on them before falling to the mat! Taking deep breaths, Raijin struggles to get to his feet. Douglas pulls himself back up to his feet and hits Raijin with an STO! Without missing a beat, Douglas rolls over and locks in Release Me in the middle of the ring while screaming “Release Me!”
Taj: This could be it! Douglas has his patent submission locked in!
Raze: There it is again. That phrase. Hm. That's all I needed to know.
Raijin struggles, trying to escape before eventually submitting to unconsciousness.
Torres: The winner of this match...Douglas Crane!!!
Taj: Another impressive win…
Samson: Psycho Boy is looking unstoppable! Back to back victories! Jericho, if you’re thinking about facing him anytime soon, you might want to rethink life.
Raze: Done enough of that lately.
Crane refuses to break the hold as he glares at Raze and nods to him. Raze nods back and Douglas finally releases the hold. The ref goes to check on Raijin as Douglas slithers in a way only he can, approaching the ropes closest to Raze. Raze stands up and slowly takes off his headset and sunglasses, eyes narrowed in anticipation and readiness, concentrated into a laser focus..
Taj: Uh oh.
Samson: Psycho Boy looks like he’s calling you out without calling you out.
Raze: He better be sure with this!
Douglas slides out of the ring and stands in front of the commentating table as Raze makes his way around the table. The ref, noticing this, drops Raijin and slides out and quickly gets between the two ‘monsters’. He pleads with Crane to please head to the back and even tries to push him back to no avail. The crowd is dead silent, not knowing what to expect.
Samson: Either kiss or fight but do something!
Taj: It seems tonight is not the night.
Crane turns around and finally heads to the back without looking back at Raze who continues to stare him down, his facial expression letting you know he is definitely puzzled, but intrigued by Mr. Personality.
Legendary 47 cuts from ringside to the backstage area where Cory Chevelle and Braddock both sitting in the back watching the show, both with a beer in hand.
Braddock:
Tell me how those two clowns made the card again…
Cory Chevelle:
I haven't had enough beer to even think of a good enough bullshit reason.
Braddock:
I mean Bia was fun to watch as usual..
Chevelle nods in agreement.
Braddock:
But I wouldn't call the opening match a banger by any means. And this match… Who are these guys again?
Cory Chevelle:
Dammit Braddock, it was Mr. Personality and the god damn Dark Phoenix!
Braddock:
Okay but what were their actual names?
Cory Chevelle:
Huh?
Braddock:
Their actual names Chevy. Like Ben Dover or Peter L’quer..
Cory Chevelle:
Was that actually their names?
Braddock’s head drops below his shoulders, he begins rubbing his eyes while shaking his head in disbelief.
Braddock:
Where the hell is Haley when I need her.
“Douglas Crane and Raijiin Hunter! And I'm right behind you two!”
Haley approaches the two from behind. Both Chevy and Braddock turn like two kids who have been caught red handed.
Haley Chevelle:
Christ, are you two drinking already? Give em up. Now.
Chevy looks at Braddock, who looks back at Chevy and shrugs. Chevelle stands up, sliding his chair back and looks at Haley dead serious.
Cory Chevelle:
Listen here, I pay you and-
Haley Chevelle:
Oh no-no-no! Beers. Now Dad. I don't care how boring you think the shows been without you two out there, I don't care if you've only had a couple. You're in the main event tonight and I want you both at your best, and out there showing everyone why YOU TWO are the new main event! You TWO are the new movement!
Braddock:
And we will babe, we only-
Chevy shoots a glare at Braddock who just smiles and winks. Haley isn't having it though.
Haley Chevelle:
Braddock I grew up on a farm, I've removed plenty of balls in my time. Don't you babe me, now come on, hand em over. They'll be good and cold for you after your match.
Both men down the last of what's in their cans and hand her what remains of the case.
Cory Chevelle:
So you expect us to just sit and watch this show tonight with NO beers or nothing huh. Haley we barely made it through Mr. Personality and the ragin’ Cajun-
Braddock:
No Chevy, his name is Raijiin like from India.
Cory Chevelle:
Then why the hell is his last name Hunter? That's not Indian. Neither is Dark Phoenix.
Braddock:
No I agree, that's some X-Men rip off crap right there.
Cory Chevelle:
And then “Mr. Personality” who's got the personality and wrestling ability of paint drying on the wall. You ever seen a wall painted by tweakers?
Braddock:
Maybe a time or two, but their paint jobs and random scribblings were more interesting than that guy's personality.
Cory Chevelle:
Certainly more going on there but my point is, the strokes are all over the place. It's sloppy, nothing blends right…
Haley Chevelle:
Oh my God….
Cory Chevelle:
What!?
Haley Chevelle:
How many tweakers do you know and how many have you hired to paint anything for you?
Cory Chevelle:
Me personally? None. But I've seen em on those tik Tok videos. Besides that don't you remember-
Haley Chevelle:
DAD!
Braddock:
Alright you t-
Haley Chevelle:
BRADDY!
Cory Chevelle:
…”BRADDY”?
Braddock:
Yeah it's like Daddy but with my…oh. No not like that man, it's a joke. Ya had to be at the wedding Chev.
Haley Chevelle:
Are you guys Vulgar Display of Power or not?
The two look at each other confused then begin to respond to Haley but she cuts them both off.
Haley Chevelle:
Then look into that camera and tell one Wrestle what to expect tonight.
Chevelle steps forward, taking off his cowboy hat and holding it near his chest while first glancing down toward the ground. Then his cold blue eyes look back up into the camera..
Cory Chevelle:
In one word… Pain. See tonight's main event may not have gold on the line but in many ways, this is just as important as a title match. You've got Q, who by all rights has no doubt proven herself as a dominant force and champion. We're aware of you Q. I've watched the tapes and you're every bit as good as they say. I love a challenge, don't you Braddock?
Braddock:
Yeah but there ain't gonna be one. Not with that dysfunctional group.
Cory Chevelle:
Ahhh that is a good point. Ego’s on that side are massive. Can they set it all aside and work together long enough to shut the Conglomerate down early?
Braddock:
This is just business for us. It's too personal and about payback for them. I don't know Chevy, I think there's a lot of emotions flying about on their side.
Cory Chevelle:
Indeed. Look, we said enough earlier when we came out. We don't need to stand here and give you numb nuts a breakdown or play by play. The fact of the matter is tonight is only the beginning ladies and gentlemen.. I know Braddock isn't, but Im from the Show-Me state. And that's what we're gonna do tonight. If you thought the last Legendary was chaotic, pay attention to the main event. Because Vulgar Display of Power are the two baddest sumbitches in this promotion and we're stealing this one. One way or another.
In the backstage area of 1WM, a buzz of activity fills the air as the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, Ya Girl Q, stands in front of the camera, the title proudly displayed over her shoulder. Her presence commands attention, and her eyes burn with a fierce determination that is impossible to ignore.
Ya Girl Q: Last month was supposed to be a showdown between The Samson Family and the duo of Samantha Tolson and Ricky Stanton. It was supposed to be my chance at retribution after what Stanton did to me back at Massive IV. But Bianca Davis and her newly formed gaggle of geese, The Conglomerate, had other plans. They thought they could take us out, but they underestimated the resilience of The Greatest. They brushed aside Ya Girl Q and, oh boy was that a mistake.
Her voice is steady, but there's a fire in her eyes that speaks of the anger simmering just beneath the surface.
Ya Girl Q: Bianca Davis, you thought you could target my knee and end my career? You thought wrong. When are you going to learn that no matter how many times you come for me, you will not get this 1WM World Heavyweight Title from me. You’re nothing more than a spoiled, entitled brat that has been handed everything in life. Well, that’s about to stop real damn quick. Tonight, I'm standing here, ready to step into that ring and show you exactly why I'm the champ.
She pauses for a moment, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
Ya Girl Q: I've asked Aleki, Samantha, and even your egotistical equal, Ricky, to handle the rest of The Conglomerate. But you, Bianca… you're mine. I'm gonna make sure you regret ever crossing paths with me.
The camera zooms in, capturing the intensity in her eyes as she speaks.
Ya Girl Q: You wanted my attention, Bianca? Well, congratulations, you've got it. But be careful what you wish for, because tonight, I'm gonna show you just how much pain I can inflict when I'm motivated.
Her words are filled with a promise of retribution, her confidence unshakeable.
Ya Girl Q: You may have thought you had me down, weakened and vulnerable, but I'm standing tall, ready to take you and The Conglomerate down inside 1WM’s first ever Warzone Match. Consider this your final warning, Bianca. Ya Girl Q does not plan on taking any prisoners.
As she speaks, the camera cuts to footage from the previous month's attack, highlighting the brutality of Bianca's assault. Ya Girl Q watches the footage, her expression hardening.
Ya Girl Q: You see this, Bianca? This is what you did to me. I’m willing to bet you’re sitting there thinking you and your little Conglomerate have weakened us. Between my knee and Stanton’s head, you all must be pretty confident. But tonight, the tables have turned. Tonight, I'm gonna make you pay for every second of pain you caused me. You talk about how you are ready to take down the champ and raise this title high? I’m about to show you exactly why you are all the way down at the bottom rung of the ladder when it comes to contenders. You already weaseled your way into a shot before and I put you down just like I said I was going to do. You see, I’m not the delusional pampered princess that you are. I’m not throwing hissy fits and demanding another shot at my title all because you pinned me a year and a half ago. You’ve already had your chance and you failed. So rather than throw a temper tantrum like you always seem to do, perhaps you should earn a shot the right way.
She tosses the title over her shoulder, her eyes burning with determination.
Ya Girl Q: Seen how that’s not quite your style, get ready, Bianca. Get ready to face the consequences of your actions. Get ready to feel the wrath of Ya Girl Q.
With a final, steely look at the camera, Ya Girl Q exits, leaving a trail of anticipation in her wake. Tonight, the Ya Girl Q is determined to work through pent up anger.
Tag Team Match
"The Dragon" Travis Levitt and "The Maverick" William Ryder vs. Genesis (Ailyn Darrington and "The Phoenix" Brianna Matthews)
"The Dragon" Travis Levitt and "The Maverick" William Ryder vs. Genesis (Ailyn Darrington and "The Phoenix" Brianna Matthews)
Taj: It’ll be interesting to see if Travis and William, who were just opponents not too long ago, are able to get along!
Samson: Stranger things have happened, especially when they have common opponents!
Taj: There’s no doubt that Brianna and Ailyn do not have the most solid of friendships, one that has been put to the test in these past few weeks over social media but this’ll be first time they team in an 1WM ring together and their opponents are no walk in the park!
Samson: “Best friends” versus co-existing tag team...this should be interesting!
Brianna and Ailyn confer with one another, until at Ailyn’s insistence, Brianna steps out onto the apron, leaving Ailyn in the ring. William remains in the corner in the ring as Travis takes it upon himself to step out onto the apron. The bell sounds, signaling the start of the match.
DING DING DING!!!
Ailyn immediately rushes at William and begins to nail him with right hands! The crowd cheers as Ailyn backs William up until the ropes. Ailyn whips William into the ropes. William bounces off, ducks underneath Ailyn’s clothesline, and runs to the other ropes. William slides underneath Ailyn’s legs. Ailyn turns around and William goes for a kick, but Ailyn grabs his legs. Ailyn flips William backward. William lands on his feet, but Ailyn quickly blasts him with an uppercut, knocking him down. Ailyn drops down for a cover, but William powers out immediately, getting to his feet.
Taj: Ailyn’s coming hot out the gate like she’s got something to prove!
Samson: Well as a rookie she actually does.
Ailyn keeps on the pressure, immediately chopping William across the chest!
Crowd: WOOO!
William stumbles back and Ailyn chops him again across the chest!
Crowd: WOOO!
William stumbles back into the corner, where Ailyn makes the tag to Brianna. Brianna steps in between the ropes. Together Genesis whips William to the opposite corner. Before either woman can do anything, Travis slaps William on the back, tagging himself in the match.
Taj: Blind tag by Travis.
Travis steps into the ring, confidently eyeing Brianna, who stares at him from across the ring. Brianna and Travis circle each other before Brianna dives in for a tie-up, only to be hit with a kick to the stomach. Smirking, Travis grabs onto Brianna’s head and nails her with a right hand. Travis revs up and blasts her with a second right hand then immediately follows it up with a chop across the chest!
Crowd: WOOO!
Travis grabs Brianna by the head and brings her over to the corner, driving her head into the top turnbuckle. He chops Brianna across the chest, but before Travis can hit another one, Brianna grabs Travis and throws him into the corner, opening up with chops of her own!
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
Brianna whips Travis to the opposite corner, chasing after him. Brianna hops up and drives a forearm into Travis’ face. She grabs his head and then takes him down with a bulldog! Brianna goes for the cover.
One…
Two…Travis kicks out!
Brianna quickly runs back to the corner, hopping up on the second rope. Brianna leaps off and twists around, diving off the top with a back elbow! Brianna waits for Travis to get up and then runs at him, but is cut off by Travis nailing her with a Samoan drop! Travis gets back up to his feet and takes a few steps back, right into the arm of William, who tags himself in. William takes a rising Brianna down with a spinning neckbreaker! William hooks the leg.
One…
Two…Brianna kicks out!
William looks down at Brianna and then jumps into the air, driving his knees down into Brianna’s face. William smirks as Brianna rolls away, clutching her face. William runs, bounces off the ropes, and then hits an on all fours Brianna with a dropkick to the face! William runs and hops off a downed Brianna onto the second rope and then dives off with a moonsault. Brianna rolls out of the way at the last second, causing William to crash and burn!
Taj: This could be an opening for the former World Tag Team Champion!
William gets back up, right into a superkick attempt from Brianna. However, William grabs Brianna’s foot and slams her knee into the canvas! Brianna clutches at her knee. William grabs Brianna’s leg and stomps at it, attempting to do further damage to the leg. William bounces off the ropes and executes a diving senton right onto Brianna’s leg! Brianna grasps at her leg as William eyes her before diving at her trying to get into a cloverleaf leg lock! William gets it locked on as Brianna cries out in pain.
Taj: William is targeting the leg of Brianna’s and if she’s not careful, that could be a problem for her later on!
Samson: I think that’s probably what Bill wants...
Brianna pulls William and inches toward the rope with the hold locked in. Brianna reaches out her arm and grabs the ropes, prompting the hold to be broken. William releases the hold as Brianna holds onto the ropes, trying to get to her feet. William runs at Brianna, who in a last ditch effort, blasts William with a superkick with her good leg! Brianna staggers over to her corner tagging in Ailyn. Brianna goes down to the outside, holding her leg as Ailyn climbs to the top rope. William gets to his feet as Ailyn dives off the top, taking him down with a 360 degree leg drop! Ailyn hooks the leg.
One…
Two…William kicks out!
Ailyn grabs William by the head, lifting him up and then planting him to the mat with a floating suplex! William clutches his back as Ailyn plays to the crowd a little bit. William gets back up, Ailyn whips him to the ropes, and catches him with a spinning spinebuster! Ailyn pops up, and makes eye contact with Travis on the apron, who taunts her. Ailyn lunges at him, but Travis drops down from the apron. Ailyn levies some words at Travis from the inside, but is taken by surprise when William sneaks up behind her and plants her to the mat with a cobra clutch suplex! Ailyn grasps at her head as William gets to his feet. Travis makes the tag.
Travis steps in between the ropes and clotheslines Ailyn! Travis stomps at Ailyn’s midsection and then stomps at it again before Ailyn staggers to her feet, clutching her stomach. Travis goes toward Ailyn, but Ailyn rushes Travis, taking him down with a running shoulder tackle! Travis gets right back up and Ailyn takes him down with another running shoulder tackle! Ailyn grabs Travis, but Travis shrugs her off and nails her with a headbutt before planting her with a double underhook powerbomb! Travis hops on top for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…Ailyn gets the shoulder up!
Travis brings Ailyn up from behind and goes to set her up for a German suplex, but Ailyn lands on her feet! Travis turns around, sees this, and runs at Ailyn, who blasts him with a back elbow! Travis stumbles back but then runs at Ailyn again, who takes Travis down with a drop toe hold! Travis brings himself up into the corner, where William tags himself in. William runs in and takes down Ailyn with a rolling elbow by surprise! William goes to the corner and goes to climb the turnbuckle, but Travis tags himself in again. William drops down from the turnbuckle and gets in Travis’ face. The men exchange words as Ailyn runs at both of them, nailing them with a running double kick, sending William tumbling to the outside and Travis down to the canvas. Ailyn holds her head as she gets to her feet when Brianna beckons her over for the tag, trying to give Ailyn a break. Ailyn mouths “I got it, I got it,” waving off Brianna’s tag attempt.
Taj: It seems like the communication between each team is starting to wear thin.
Samson: They just need to switch partners at this point. Ailyn and Travis. Bill and Brianna.
Ailyn brings Travis up to his feet and goes to set him up for a possible suplex move, but Travis shoves her backwards. Ailyn goes for a clothesline, but Travis ducks. Ailyn hits him with rapid Muay Thai strikes and kicks that send Travis into the corner. She rushes forward and connects with Here I Come (double knees to corner)! Ailyn gets up and suddenly William drags Brianna by the leg and pulls her off the apron! Brianna tries to stand up and William clips her leg from behind, sending Brianna down to the mat with a yell in pain. William delivers a devastating stomp on Brianna’s leg as Ailyn turns her attention to the outside. Travis pulls her around and hits her with RESSURECTION KICK (Claymore Kick)!
Taj: This could be it?!
Travis jumps on top of Ailyn for the pin.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners...Travis Levitt and William Ryder!
Taj: Travis took advantage of a perhaps overzealous Ailyn being distracted and going to save her partner.
Samson: I can’t wait until Travis gets bested by The Greatest. It’s past time that he’s been humbled.
A frustrated Ailyn haggardly rolls to the outside, clutching her head. Unconcerned about Brianna, she makes her way up the ramp.
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The scene cuts backstage where 'The Dragon' Travis Levitt and 'The Maverick' William Ryder are strolling, both men still looking a little sweaty and puffed from their match. Travis has a hand-towel over one shoulder, and is using it to wipe away some sweat while Ryder is drinking from a bottle of water. As they walk though a voice interrupts from just a little ahead of them.
Butterscotch: Hey Fellas. Good match out there. Think I could grab a word?
Travis and William stop as they reach Butterscotch, Travis looking at her for a long moment and then sighing softly.
Travis Levitt: Is it important? Because I'm dying for a nice warm shower, a bag of cheetos, and a cold drink.
Butterscotch: Well, I was kind of hoping to get your thoughts on your match next month....
Travis arches an eyebrow and then turns to William who merely smirks. Ryder gives a gentle shrug and pats Travis on the shoulder gently.
William Ryder: Haven't even won the belt, and their already lining up to talk to you. You stay here and talk to the nice lady, and I'll go see if I can scrounge you up some cheetos.
Ryder turns to head off and Travis pivots his body, crossing his arms as he stares at Butterscotch for a moment.
Travis Levitt: Guess I can give you a few moments, Monroe. Whats on your mind?
Butterscotch: Well, it was announced just a few days ago on social media, that at Legendary 48, you are getting a chance at the 1WM World Championship. How are you feeling about that?
Travis Levitt: How do I feel? I feel.....nervous. Excited. Hopeful. A couple of months ago, I spotted how close Q was getting to surpassing Arley's reign, and I asked Q's counsel for a chance. I was as upfront about that as I am about everythin I do. And Samson rejected me off-hand. Claimed I wasn't ready yet. And now, two months later, here he is granting me the match. Its going to be The Dragon versus Ya Girl. One on One, in the middle of that ring with the World Title on the line. And as much as I want to take my title shot without looking the gift horse in the mouth, I can't help but feel like Samson has some kind of agenda.
Butterscotch: You think he's going to try and screw you out of the match?
Travis Levitt: No. Let me.....I can stand here all day, and talk about what a snake oil merchant Joshua Samson is. That his promises and offers always have a catch. That he uses his influence and powers to try and control the company to the benefit of his clients. But I will also freely admit, he's upfront about what he's doing too. So, when he says Q wanted this match, I believe him. When he says, the title is on the line. I believe him. What has me curoious is what else he wants.
Travis considers it for a moment but then shakes his head and smiles gently as he looks back towards Butterscotch.
Travis Levitt: In the end, it doesn't matter what the cost is. My career is built on not backing down from challenges. My belief in myself has never, and will never, waver. When I step into that ring with Q, I am coming for her title. I cam coming to protect the legacy of one of the greatest friends I've had. And I will bring everything I have, to claim the gold. Q has been a great champion, and she's earned every plaudit there is. But its time for the World Championship to go back around the waist of a true fighting champion. Just like when its legacy was made, by its first champion defending it every month.
Butterscotch: What about your pledge to rid One Wrestle Movement of Bianca Davis? Are you abandoning that?
At that Travis smiles wide and gives a soft chuckle.
Travis Levitt: Monroe, whats the one thing Bianca Davis wants more then anything? That World Title. So when.....No. I won't disrespect Ya Girl like that. She's a tough competitor. I know I'm in for a great fight and match. And should furtne side with me, and I get to leave The Hanger with the World Title on my shoulder.....then I'll make Davis come to me. And I'll hold all the cards.
At that moment, William Ryder walks back into the scene carrying a pack of cheetos. He tosses it up and Travis catches it with a smile, before giving Butterscotch a polite nod and heading off. Ryder watches him go and then steps towards her smiling.
William Ryder: Just think. In one month, that man's going to be 1WM World Champion. How awesome is that?
William grins and heads off, and the scene cuts out.
Elsewhere backstage chaos unfolds as Brianna Matthews, still adorned in her ring gear, navigates through the labyrinthe halls of the arena. Still fuming at the loss earlier, her eyes darted around, searching for her tag team partner Ailyn. Suddenly a commotion erupts nearby, drawing Brianna’s attention like a magnet. She quickens her pace.
Brie: Ailyn? Hey have you guys seen Ailyn at all? I’ve got some words for her.
Backstage Crew Guy 1: She was down near catering just a second ago.
Brie: Thanks.
Going a few feet away and turning a corner Brianna froze in her tracks. There amidst a flurry of fists and flying bodies is Ailyn, locked in a heated altercation with a man who had black shoes, white socks, black shorts, no shirt, tattoos on most of his body and a disfigured mask with what looks like tiny horns coming out of his forehead and teeth that were jagged instead of straight. His hair was just to where his neck sat at his shoulders and was a purple color. Brie’s initial instinct is to rush to Ailyn’s aid, but she hesitates as she observes the swarm of referees, security personnel, and officials descending upon the scene, attempting to pry the combatants apart.
Brie’s expression morphs from urgency to resignation. She watches for a moment, her brow furrowed in frustration, as the chaos intensifies. With a resigned sigh, she reluctantly takes a step back. She then turned and started to walk away with her footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. Though her desire to help burns within her, she knows that sometimes the best course of action is to let the chaos unfold and trust that her “friend” can hold her own.
Broadcasting LIVE on ISM Global March 31st, 2024 from The One Arena in Santa Monica, California
"The Match Beyond"
Warzone Match
The Conglomerate (Vulgar Display of Power (Cory Chevelle and BRADDOCK) Nicole Benson, and "The Pinnacle" Bianca Davis) vs. Samantha Tolson, "Pretty" Ricky Stanton, and The Samson Family ("Samoan God of War" Aleki Kekoa © and "Ya Girl" Q © )
Warzone Match
The Conglomerate (Vulgar Display of Power (Cory Chevelle and BRADDOCK) Nicole Benson, and "The Pinnacle" Bianca Davis) vs. Samantha Tolson, "Pretty" Ricky Stanton, and The Samson Family ("Samoan God of War" Aleki Kekoa © and "Ya Girl" Q © )
The bell tolls and the crowd inside The One arena start to buzz as at ringside Torres rises to his feet, and the ominous music kicks in while the roof-less cage starts to descend to surround the double ring.
Torres: “The following contest is the WAR ZONE match. The match begins with a representative of each team coming to the ring. After that, every five minutes a member from one team shall make their way to the ring, with the order decided by a coin toss. By virtue of winning that coin toss, the team with tonight's advantage shall be The Conglomerate! Once every member of both teams has entered…..THE MATCH BEYOND begins!! The winner of this match shall be the team that gains a PINFALL or SUBMISSION during The Match Beyond!”
After that big mouthful Torres takes a moment to catch his breath, and with the WarZone cage settled around the ring, the lights slowly dim. There's a brief pause and then 'Mastermind' by Taylor Swift hits. After a few moments from the back out swaggers 'The Prodigy' Nicole Benson, her arms raised and proudly preening as she struts down the ramp.
Torres: “Introducing first, representing The Conglomerate. She is 'The Prodigy' NICOOOOLLLEEEEE BENSOOOONNNN!”
Nicole reaches the cage, and her smile falters slightly. Reaching up to grab at the mesh and giving it a firm shake before sighing softly. Walking around she climbs up the stairs and into the cage, giving a small glance towards the steel again before she slowly steps inside. Benson has some nerves on her face as she looks out towards the second cage and then moves around to grab at the steel as well.
Taj: Nicole Benson first official match in 1WM will be in the first ever Warzone match! Talk about a debut!
Samson: Meh…for a chick that claims to be the smartest on the roster, she sure has made a dumb decision being mentored by Lady Meathead.
After ”Mastermind” fades, Nicole looks towards the stage, and her eyes go as wide as saucers as [/i]'Kashmir: Instrumental'[/i] by Led Zeppelin hits! It only takes her a few moments but Samantha Tolson quickly comes bursting out from the back with her eyes locked right on Benson!
Torres: “And her opponent! Representing The Alliance, she is the Pretty Little Murder Machine, SAAAAAAAMNATHAAAAA TOOOLSSOOONNN”
Samson: Wait, wait, who in the hell is The Alliance?!
Taj: I think marketing has affectionately dubbed the grouping of Samantha Tolson, Ricky Stanton, Aleki Kekoa, and Q The Alliance.
Samson: That sounds stupid. That should be saved for those meatheads like Travis Levitt, Ailynn Darrington, William Ryder, and Brianna Matthews!
There's no hesitation in Tolson's movements as she approaches the cage, and inside the steel, Nicole backs away, eyes never leaving Tolson. Samantha makes her way to ringside, and then slowly climbs the stairs. Standing in the doorway, Tolson keeps an eye on Nicole, bending down to step between the ropes, and the moment she is in the ring the bell rings to start!
DING! DING! DING!
Taj: HERE WE GO!!!!
Tolson slowly starts to approach Benson who backs up, but when she hits the corner a sick grin crosses Tolson's face, and the Pretty Little Murder Machine dashes forward, diving and tying up Benson with a collar and elbow. Tolson drags Benson away from the corner before adjusting her crip and firing off some stiff forearms to Benson's jaw. The Prodigy throws a hand up to try and block the blows, so Tolson releases her grip and fires off a stiff kick right to Benson's thigh. The Prodigy winces and wobbles on impact, and Tolson fires off a second kick to keep the momentum. Benson dodges a third, and turns to fire off her own right hand to Tolson's jaw, throwing a left to follow it up, but Tolson ducks both and then slams a nasty European Uppercut right under Benson's jaw to wobble her backwards.
Tolson keeps her focus on the Prodigy, moving in to press her against the ropes and cage, and then firing off some strong hooks and elbows to Nicole's ribs, driving the wind out of her. Samantha keeps up the pressure with some more shots, before seizing Nicole by the back of her head, and charging across to try and throw her face-first into the steel, but Benson throws a foot up and blocks it! Tolson smacks away the raised leg, but Benson seizes the moment as she grabs Tolson and claws at her eyes, and then seizes Samantha by the back of the head and tosses her face-first into the cage herself.
Samson: I can’t believe Sam is getting manhandled by this rookie! And she has the audacity to think she go one on one with God Mode for his Tidebreaker Championship?!
Taj: I think “manhandled” may be a reach, Joshua. Nicole may be a rookie but in this particular match at this moment it isn’t about winning the match, since it hasn’t officially started, but to weaken your opponent so when the time does come for a pin or submission it’ll be much easier.
Samson: (sarcastically) Thank you for the dissertation, Professor Hennessey-Monroe.
Benson backs away and draws some wind after Samantha's earlier assault, before turning back to Tolson and grabbing her head, slamming it into the mesh again! With Tolson still leaning against the cage, Benson takes a few steps away and poses proudly for the fans, that respond by showering her with hatred. Not caring one iota, Benson turns back and charges in, leaping up for a Bicycle Kick, but Tolson drops to the mat, and Benson kicks the cage! Tolson quickly rolls forward, popping up under Benson and using that stretched and exposed leg to prop it over her shoulder, and then tosses Benson straight into the steel with a Capture Suplex!
Taj: Nicole is going to feel that in the morning!
Samson: That’s going to be the least of her pains once my clients, Aleki and Q, get in there!
After taking a moment to catch her breath, Tolson gets herself back up, and turns to see Benson still slumped between the ropes and cage upside down. A grin crosses the Murder Machine's face and she turns and bounces off the opposite ropes, and then comes charging in and nails a sliding dropkick right to Benson's face, sending The Prodigy crashing down to the mat as her head is crunched between boot and steel! Taking a moment to brush her hair back from her face, Tolson keeps up the pressure, pulling Benson away from the edge, and dragging her to her feet. Wrapping an arm around Benson's waist, she goes to hoist her for a Back Suplex, but Benson rolls with the momentum to land on her feet, and then grabs Tolson, dashing forward and tossing her over the ropes between the rings, bring Tolson crashing down on the steel barrier!
Samson: I knew Sam was going to be the weak link in this thing.
Tolson winces as she lands on her ass, and Benson takes her chance, seizing the top rope and slingshotting herself around for a seated dropkick, but Tolson has ducked and rolled and now Benson crashes into the steel! Benson quickly rolls out from under the ropes herself, laying in ring two and clutching at her back. The One Arena starts to count as a timer appears on the screen!
TEN!
NINE!
EIGHT!
SEVEN!
SIX!
FIVE!
FOUR…Tolson glances around at the screen, and knows she has no time to waste to try and keep the numbers even.
THREE…Dashing forward she leaps up to the top rope.
TWO…bounces off her side and flips forward.
ONE…crashing down on Benson with a senton!
ZERO!
BZZT!
'Promenory (Last Of The Mohicans Theme)' by Metalhawk blazes through the PA, as from the back out steps Cory Chevelle. Cory has a scowl on his face and bad intentions in his mind as he storms down the ramp, and inside the cage.
Taj: The team advantage goes to Conglomerate as Cory Chevelle has won the first coin toss. This doesn’t bode well for Samantha.
Samson: Come on, Sam! Just run around the rings to avoid getting touched until you get some reinforcement!
Tolson drags herself up and turns to step between the ropes between the rings. Chevelle dashes up the stairs and into the cage, but he barely has a chance to lift his head before Tolson is flying at him with a slingshot crossbody, but Chevelle catches her! The Silverback has a good chuckle as he stands there for a moment and then tosses Tolson overhead and sends her crashing into the cage wall with a fallaway slam! Tolson lays crumpled against the steel while Cory gets up and slowly takes his time.
Samson: DAMN IT!
Cory circles the ring with a scowl out at the fans before stepping back over towards Tolson as she rolls away from the cage. Chevelle reaches down to seize her by her shoulders and then hauls her up, wrapping his thick arms around her and easily tossing her overhead with a big belly-to-belly that sends Tolson crashing to the mat!
Taj: The Silverback is taking his time and having his way so far!
Tolson lays slumped on the mat, and in ring two, Nicole Benson is just rising and catching her breath. Cory glances over at Nicole, and waves at her to stay back and catch her breath, while he saunters back over to Tolson, reaching down to pull her up again. Chevelle pushes Tolson back into the corner, and then unleashes some strong rights and lefts to her ribs, but Tolson starts swinging back!
Tolson fires off some strong right hands of her own, staggering Chevelle slightly, and forcing him back a step. Tolson seizes her chance, planting a foot on the bottom rope and leaping up for a forearm smash, but Cory simply catches her with his arms around her waist and with a roar, the Silverback tosses her overhead again with another Belly-to-Belly!
Samson: This has to be the longest five minutes in human history! Who is keeping time backstage….Stevie Wonder?!
Tolson crashes to the mat and bounces into a seated spot for a moment but then crumples sideways while behind her Chevelle slowly and menacingly gets to his feet, wiping at his jaw and chuckling. Strolling over, The Silverback pulls Tolson up again, looking over to see Nicole is back on her feet and grinning. He lifts Tolson up and over his head with a Gorilla Press, before taking two big steps and tossing Tolson straight from ring one to ring two!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Tolson crashes down on the mat, rolling on impact and gripping at her ribs. Benson quickly wastes no time in pouncing on Tolson and firing off some right hands to her jaw, even as Sam tries to block the blows. The Prodigy finally gets up, glancing over to see Chevelle approaching. Nicole backs away and Chevelle reaches down to drag Tolson up, and then turning her around to wrap his arms around her waist, setting his feet for a German suplex, but Tolson grabs the ropes! Chevelle roars and keeps trying to tug anyway, but Tolson's grip is too strong forcing him to stop trying for a moment. Tolson seizes her chance, firing back a mule kick right between Cory's legs!
Male crowd: OWWWWWWW!
Taj: That’s one way to get out of that bearhug!
Samson: And in this Warzone match it’s legal!
The Silverback loses his grip after the ball shot. Tolson quickly spins around behind Cory, and with a roar she nails Chevy with a German suplex of her own! Cory hits the mat hard, bouncing and rolling away. Tolson takes a moment to catch her breath before turning to push up on one knee, and eats a Top Honors from Benson!
Taj: Samantha completely lost track of Nicole and paid for it!
Samson: DAMN IT!
Benson poses triumphantly over Tolson, just as the countdown appears again!
Samson: It’s about time!
TEN!
NINE!
EIGHT!
SEVEN!
SIX!
FIVE!
FOUR!
THREE…Benson glances at the screen as Cory wobbily climbs back up, waving at her to focus on Tolson.
TWO!
ONE…Cory climbs over into ring one.
BZZT!
'King' by Palmeeze hits the PA System, and California roars as from the back out steps The God of War! Aleki has his Pride championship over his shoulder, and Alyssa Knight-Kekoa at his side.
Samson: IT’S ABOUT TO BE ON NOW! ALL HAIL THE SAMOAN GOD OF WAR!
Taj: Will you sit down!
Aleki stares down into the ring, where Cory Chevelle stands in the middle of ring one, waving at Aleki to bring it on. The God of War slowly takes his title off his shoulder, handing it to his Queen and then turning to share a soft kiss with her, before he starts to march down to the ring.
Taj: The confrontation between Cory and Aleki has been brewing basically since the day Cory arrived in 1WM!
Samson: It’s jealousy plain on simply on Cory’s part. He’s too old to tap into that trait.
In ring one Cory is grinning and bouncing on his feet, readying for the arrival of Aleki. Kekoa slowly climbs the steps and climbs inside the ring, showing no fear as he and Cory go face-to-face. The two men stare each other down before finally Cory smiles and then throws a big right hand. Kekoa blocks it and counters with some strong rights! Kekoa is quicker and stronger, punching away at Cory with some big right hands that wobbles the Silverback! The Samoan God of War growls before he turns and hits the ropes, runs back and leaps up, drilling Chevy with a giant Superman Punch to his jaw and it knocks The Silverback down!
Samson: TIMBER!
In ring two, Benson has Tolson doubled over and set up for her Luceat In Lumine, grinning wide as she gives a cheeky wave to the fans before she goes to spin Tolson over....but Tolson manages to yank her head out from under Benson's leg, grabbing The Prodigy by the thigh and spinning her around....right into a Superman Punch from Kekoa! The Prodigy crumples from the impact while Tolson stands up and stares at Kekoa. Aleki and Sam go face-to-face, though exactly what is being said can't be heard, but even through the steel its clearly not match strategy.
Taj: This isn’t the time for these two rivals to be going at it!
Samson: That damn Sam! I knew she couldn’t be trusted to do her job!
The arguing two are interrupted as Chevy hits Kekoa from behind, knocking the Pride champion aside, but he instantly eats a right hand from Tolson! Tolson fires off some quick strong hands to wobble the Silverback, only for Cory to block her next shot, and then seize both sides of her head, looking for a big headbutt, but Kekoa grabs him from behind, turning and tossing Cory face-first into the steel! Cory bounces off the steel and shakes off the impact, but he instantly gets dropkicked from behind by Tolson, sending him crashing into the steel again! Cory wobbles backwards again. Tolson and Kekoa share a look before each bends slightly, lifting Cory over a shoulder each, and then turning and with a grunt they heave Cory face first right into the mesh like a lawn dart!
Crowd: OWWWW!
Kekoa and Tolson back away with grins as Cory drops down, propped up over the top rope but even through the steel he can be seen to be bleeding.
Taj: The first sight of blood is coming from Cory Chevelle!
Samson: By the time this Warzone ends, the rings are going to definitely be drenched in blood!
Tolson and Keoa stare at each other again, getting close again and starting to bicker, when suddenly Tolson shoves Kekoa aside and eats a diving forearm from Benson! Benson stumbles with the force of the shot, before spinning around only to be raised quickly and slammed into the mat with a Samoan drop from Aleki! Aleki bounces up and manages to duck a wild lariat from Chevy, and The Silverback steps right into Tolson's grip. She grabs him and then hoists him overhead with an Exploder Suplex! Chevy rolls on the impact, rolling himself into ring one and away from Kekoa and Tolson.
Sam and Aleki share a look before smiling. Kekoa steps over to grab a rising Benson by the scruff of her neck, charging across the ring, and tossing her face first into the opposite steel! Tolson meanwhile goes into ring one, and just as Cory pushes up to his feet, Tolson launches herself on his back, and locks in the Nightfall!
Samson: That idiot Sam has forgotten that pins or submissions don’t count until everyone is in the Warzone!
Taj: I actually think she hasn’t forgotten, but looking to take out Cory for an extended period in order to give The Alliance the numbers advantage, Joshua.
Samson: Stop calling them that!
Cory squirms and spins, trying to shake off Tolson but with blood running down his face he has little chance, slumping to his knees, giving Tolson added elevation.
Taj: Cory is fading fast......
TEN!
NINE!
EIGHT!
SEVEN!
Taj: The next entrant will be out soon and we know that since Aleki was the last entrant, the next one will be a member of Conglomerate.
SIX!
FIVE!
FOUR!
THREE!
TWO…Sam's eyes pop up to look at the screen and she snarls,
ONE…but keeps the hold locked on until she hears that buzzer.
BZZT!
'Bonehead' by Naked City hits and from the back out stomps BRADDOCK! Braddock is glaring right in the ring at Tolson as she continues to choke out the bloodied Cory, waiting until Braddock hits the ring to let go of Chevelle.
Samson: Big bad Braddock…I’m not impressed.
Taj: You have to think the violence will intensify with both Vulgar Display of Power in the Warzone?
The moment Braddock pops his head through the door he's greeted by a running dropkick knocking him back down to the floor! Braddock glares in at The Pretty Little Murder Machine as she waves him on, and the Anti-Icon merely smirks before heading for the ring, and reaching in under the apron, bringing out a steel chair that he tosses over the cage wall.
Taj: To remind everyone watching, the use of normally illegal objects are legal in a Warzone match.
Reaching back under, he comes out with a pair of kendo sticks and a steel chain, wrapping the chain around his neck and then stepping back towards the ring, twirling the kendo sticks. Tolson has picked up the chair and keeps waving him on! Braddock steps on the bottom step, but before Tolson can make a move she finds her foot being grabbed and yanked by Chevy! She slams the chair down on Chevy's back, but the distraction is enough for Braddock to get into the ring. When Tolson turns around she's greeted with a kendo stick to her ribs! The force sees Tolson drop the chair and double over. Braddock tosses a stick down towards Chevy before slamming his own down on her back again!
Tolson drops to her knees, and Braddock tosses aside his kendo stick, instead winding the chain around his fist and backing up a good few steps, and then diving forward with a steel-chain punch right in Tolson's face! The Pretty Little Murder Machine collapses!
Crowd: OWWWW!!!
Braddock gets back to his feet with a big grin on his face, reaching over to help up Chevy. Both men turn in time to see Kekoa drilling Benson to the mat with a spinebuster. The Samoan God of War slowly climbs up, turning around and spotting Vulgar Display of Power staring right at him. Kekoa runs a hand through his hair, glancing out at the crowd but then turning to the men and facing them front on, waving at them to bring it.
Taj: Aleki staring Cory and Braddock down and encouraging them to bring it!
Samson: And that is why he is God Mode! No backing down! No running away!
Braddock and Chevy each pick up their kendo sticks and then slowly stalk towards the ropes, but the moment they stand up Kekoa charges forward, leaping up and connecting with a Superman Punch to Chevy's jaw! Braddock quickly scrambles into ring two, but Kekoa turns to him next, throwing rights and lefts at the Anti-Icon! Kekoa's blows are staggering Braddock, but when Kekoa pauses to get his breath back, Braddock throws a hand up, seizing Aleki by his mane and slamming his head into Aleki's with a nasty headbutt!
Samson: That idiot Braddock forgot a key rule of wrestling: you can't headbutt Samoans!
Braddock is left wobbling slightly back, while Aleki shakes off the blow and then launches a nasty uppercut right across Braddock's jaw that staggers him back against the ropes. Aleki seizes the moment, turning to dash towards the ropes, bouncing off them but when he comes back he's greeted by Cory hoisting him high, and at the top of his rise, Braddock grabs his head and then SLAMS it down into the mat to complete the KO BY GRAVITY!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Taj: What a tag team move by Vulgar Display of Power!
Samson: Calm down, Taj. It was alright.
Aleki is left twitching on the mat from the force of the move while VdoP rise and grin, quite proud and happy with themselves. Cory stops posing to turn around, flipping Aleki onto his back and mounting him, firing off some hard right hands at the defenceless Pride champion. In ring one, Tolson drags herself up, and seeing what is going on, she climbs to the top rope, stepping across and then sizing up Cory, but Braddock simply steps between them! Tolson pauses for a moment and then leaps anyway. In mid-air Braddock grabs her throat in both hands and slams her into the mat with a Blunt Trauma! Braddock sits there proudly, and then all eyes turn to the tron as the countdown hits again!
Samson: This better be my client, The Greatest 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, “Ya Girl” Q!
TEN!
Taj: It is The Alliance's turn to come out so it could be Q or Ricky Stanton.
NINE!
Samson: Stop calling them that!
EIGHT!
SEVEN!
SIX!
FIVE!
FOUR!
THREE!
Braddock shoves Tolson aside, slapping Cory on the back, while behind him The Prodigy takes her chance to stomp at Tolson until the buzzer hits.
BZZT!
'Back in Black' by ACDC hits and inside the WarZone cage Braddock gets a giant smile on his face. Turning to Cory and Nicole, he waves at them to stay where they are.
Taj: Braddock wants Ricky all on his own!
Samson: Braddock and Pritchard have been locked in a love/hate relationship since Braddock arrived to 1WM.
Taj: That almost sounds like you and Ricky.
Samson: Mid your business, Taj.
Braddock moves over to ring one, just as Stanton reaches the cage. The Prettiest Wrestler in 1WM History stares in at....well, the man that certainly isn't that. Braddock waves at him to bring it on. Stanton climbs the steps, and quickly slips between the ropes and then ducks a wild swing from Braddock! Ricky spins around and as Braddock turns to face him, Stanton pokes him right in the eye!
Taj: Classic Ricky!
Stanton follows up with some big right hands to Braddock's jaw, but Braddock manages to block one and counters with a right hand of his own. Stanton shakes off the blow and fires back with some rapid fire punches to the Anti-Icon's jaw. Braddock merely laughs and waves at Stanton to hit him harder. Stanton stares at him for a moment and then gives a half-shrug as if to stay fair enough.....and then kicks Braddock square in the plums! That one makes Braddock go cross-eyed and he slumps to his knees.
Male crowd: OWWWWW!!!!
Samson: I’ve always been one to say that no man should kick/hit another man in the family jewels, but I think this time I’ll overlook it.
Stanton seizes the chance, picking up the discarded steel chain from earlier, and then using it like a whip to lash it over Braddock's back!
Taj: Ricky is whipping Braddock like a mangy dog!
Samson: That’s actually not a far stretch, Taj.
Braddock takes three stiff blows from the chain, before Stanton goes to swing it again, only to find it caught by Chevy! Stanton stares at the Silverback, tugging the chain once to try and get it out of Chevy's grip, but that isn't happening so instead Ricky throws his end of the steel into Chevy's face to stun him. As Chevy stumbles around, Ricky hooks his head, bends him backwards and drives him into the mat with a Pretty Boy Drop!
Stanton bounces up, proud of himself as he stares across at Nicole Benson who is standing on the back of Tolson, pushing her throat down on the bottom rope! Benson turns to see Stanton staring her down, but rather than being worried, Benson merely waves and then points behind Stanton. The Pretty One turns around and gets Braddock's thick arm right across his throat with a Mansfields Curse that flips him inside out!
Samson: Damn it, Pritchard!
Braddock stands proudly over Stanton for a moment but then glances into ring two and sees Kekoa getting up slowly. Braddock switches rings and greets Kekoa with a stiff right hand to the jaw, and then slams a forearm down on his back to keep him wobbled. Braddock seizes Kekoa by his hair, before charging and tossing him face-first right into the mesh! As Kekoa bounces back, Braddock grabs him and tosses him face-first into the mesh again! Kekoa slumps as he bounces back off that, stumbling to a knee. Braddock grins, pointing at him and rolling his shoulder. The Anti-Icon turns to charge the ropes....and gets a kendo stick shot right to the eyes from Stanton!
Samson: Good job, Pritchard!
Taj: That was a quick switch, Joshua.
Samson: Mind your business, Taj.
Stanton fires off a second and third shot to Braddock, dropping the bigger man to one knee before Stanton takes a step back, and looks over at Keoa. The two men share a look, before Stanton kicks across the other kendo stick. Kekoa reaches down, picking it up and then glances over at Nicole Benson. She turns from attacking Tolson to see Stanton and Kekoa with kendo sticks. The Prodigy holds her hands up, pleading for safety, but before Aleki or Ricky can hit her, Chevelle dashes in and hits Kekoa from behind, stumbling him forward, but that leaves Chevy in the perfect place to eat a Kendo stick shot from Stanton! Benson seizes the brief distraction to turn and squirrel up the cage while Kekoa and Stanton turn and take turns lashing out to land kendo blows on Vulgar Display of Power! The crowd exploding with cheers with each blow!
There's a brief staredown between the two rivals, before they look to see Tolson is slowly pushing herself up to her feet. The three convene for a moment, before the sound of the countdown clock hits.
TEN!
Taj: Bianca Davis will soon be making her way out to join her Conglomerate!
NINE!
EIGHT!
SEVEN!
SIX!
FIVE!
FOUR!
THREE!
All three turn to look towards the tron, and then turn back around as a voice screams at them, and Tolseon, Kekoa, and Stanton all look up....just as Benson launches herself coming down on all three with a HUGE crossbody to wipe them all out just as the buzzer hits!
BZZT!
The crowd is still chanting “HOLY SHIT” from that dive, and EVERYONE in the ring is down and OUT in ring two.
Taj: Wow! Just wow! This really is The Match Beyond!
'Hella Good' by No Doubt hits and from the back out struts Bianca Davis! Her royal majesty takes her time strutting down to the ring, as she mockingly regally waves to the crowd and then slowly climbs into the ring.
Samson: Lady Meathead is a…a….
Taj: A what?
Samson: A meathead!
Reaching ring one, Bianca glances over to see Benson is dragging herself up using the ropes, while Braddock and Cory are slowly rising, wincing from the kendo stick shots. Davis makes her way to the ropes, reaching over to slap Braddock's shoulder and then pointing at Tolson. The Anti-Icon merely gives a small shrug, before strolling over to grab Tolson by her hair, dragging her to the ropes, and then simply tossing her over the ropes and into ring one. Davis mounts her to unleash some right hands, before climbing to her feet, wrapping Tolson up, and driving her head into the mat with the KILLER B! Davis makes a show laying across Tolson and hooking her leg, and then rapidly slaps the mat three times, counting her own 'pin'.
Samson: What is Lady Meathead doing?!
Taj: She’s making a mockery of Samantha; insinuating she has gotten a pin on her!
Samson: Lady Meathead is delusional.
Davis climbs to her feet, posing and preening like a cat with the canary, before she starts kicking and stomping at Tolson again. She then pushes her under the bottom rope between the rings. Chevy has Kekoa still downed, eating some mounted punches from the Silverback, while Braddock lifts Stanton up, setting him up for a running DVD, but Davis gets his attention and crooks her finger before pointing at Stanton. The Anti-Icon waits a moment but then shrugs, lifts Ricky up into a Gorilla Press and then tosses him across to ring one. Stanton crashes into the mat, and then slowly climbs up, only to be greeted by a stiff slap from Davis followed by another KILLER B! Davis then mockingly hooks Stanton's leg again and once more rapidly slaps the mat as she 'pins' Stanton!
Samson: You have got to be kidding me?!
Taj: Another “pin” by Bianca!
Bianca once again rises to her feet, posing proudly and this time Nicole Benson is leaning over the ropes and applauding her mentor. Bianca turns and preens at Nicole's affection and then points towards Aleki, who is currently being pummelled in the corner by Chevelle. Nicole nods and heads over to slap Cory on the back, getting his attention and then Cory nods and drags Aleki out of the corner with a grin, charging across and tossing him right over the ropes and into ring one.
Aleki bounces up on impact, and turns into a vicious slap from Davis! Davis screeches at Aleki a bit, and then drops him with a KILLER B. Instead of just pinning the Pride champion like the rest though Davis turns and looks right towards where Joshua Samson is at the commentary table, giving him a mocking wave.
Taj: I believe is sending you a message, Joshua?!
Bianca sets Aleki up and drives him face-first into the mat with THE SEAL! Aleki's bloodied head thuds off the mat and Davis rolls him over before giving him the same rapid three count, finishing this one with a direct one fingered salute at Samson!
Samson: Lady Meathead is SOOO dead! She wishes she could legitimately defeat God Mode!
Bianca slowly and proudly rises to her feet now, arms spread wide.
Taj: The Conglomerate leader is basking proudly.
Nicole Benson sits up on a nearby top rope, applauding her Queen while Braddock and Cory keep turning to lay some kicks into Stanton and Tolson, but The Conglomerate is standing tall....when the countdown kicks in again!
TEN!
NINE!
EIGHT!
SEVEN!
SIX!
FIVE!
FOUR…Bianca's focus turns to the stage, a wide grin stretching her lips.
THREE!
TWO!
ONE…behind Bianca the rest of The Conglomerate all shift their focus to the stage as well as the buzzer sounds one final time.
BZZT!
Samson: Those Conglomerate meatheads are about to get it now!
Taj: Q will be the final entrant into the Warzone cage!
'Believer' by Imagine Dragons hits and the stage explodes with pyro before from the back out walks 'Ya Girl' Q! Q stares into the ring where Davis is waiting with a cocky grin. Q glances from one face to the other, knowing the odds are against her. Q merely glances at the nearby camera and then shrugs and smirks, and then starts walking down the ramp with purpose. The crowd pops as the champ shows NO signs of fear, marching right towards the ring, with all of the Conglomerate's attention on her. And with their eyes off the ball, they pay for it.
The first to drop back is Nicole Benson, yanked straight off the top rope with Samantha Tolson's arm around her neck, and a quick spin drives Benson's head spiking into the mat with a Beautiful Oblivion Rendezvous!
Cory spins at the sound of the thump, only to quickly find himself being spun upside down, and then his own head driven into the mat with My Divine Right from the God of War himself!
Braddock doesn't get a chance to turn around, as Stanton just swings an arm up right between his legs and then hooks the Anti-Icon's head, and drives it back into the mat with a Pretty Boy Drop!
Taj: In mere moments all of Bianca Davis' advantage has dropped!
The Queen doesn't seem to realise it as she steps towards the cage door and cockily calls out Q. Ya Girl has seen what happened though, and the World Champion merely smiles as she finishes climbing up the steps. Bianca stares at the champion for a moment and then steps back and calls her in, allowing Q to step between the ropes, and the door closes behind her, as Torres stands up at ringside.
Torres: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are officially in THE MATCH BEYOND. The first pinfall or submission WILL win this match!
Bianca grins at that, and then simply points towards Q and calls out 'sic her boys'. Q watches for a moment, head tilted slightly as nothing happens and it takes Davis a moment to realise that. Slowly Davis turns around....to see Aleki Kekoa, Ricky Stanton, and Samantha Tolson all standing behind her. All bloodied. All tired. But all looking at Davis like a shark would when spotting a fresh carcass.
Samson: Lady Meathead is about to get it now! She’s been pushing and pushing and now she’s about to hit the proverbial wall!
Davis glances left and right slowly, and then suddenly turns to dash away, and is drilled in the jaw with a stiff forearm shot from Q! Ya Girl lets out a lot of her anger with some stiff ferocious forearms into Bianca's jaw, and then shoves her backwards, into a stiff right hand from Stanton! The Pretty One unloads with some big right hands, before unloading a knife edge chop that sends Davis stumbling around and backwards....into a knife edged chop from Tolson! Tolson doesn't stop with just one, instead unleashing a second and third!
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
Tolson then shoves her backwards into Aleki's arms, and the God of War spins her around, props her up on his shoulder and then turns to face where Samson is. Pointing out at his counsel, he nods, and then drives Davis head-first into the mat with My Divine Right!
Samson: HAHAAA! That’s what I’m talking about!
Q now moves in to make her move, but she spots movement first and quickly points it out! Aleki and Tolson see Braddock and Chevy rising, and then hit the far ropes and then charges across and leap right across the middle of the ring with a tandem suicide dive that drops Vulgar Display of Power!
Q grins and then hoists Davis up, raising her over her shoulders and turning around to pose for a moment before driving Davis head first into the mat with Q'S LANDING! The champ hooks a leg and from outside, the referee makes a count.
Taj: Here comes the first official pinfall of the match!
Samson: First and last!
One…
Two…
TH…Nicole Benson dives in at the last second and breaks the count!
Taj: Bianca’s protege with the timely save!
Benson scrambles to her feet as Stanton charges at her, managing to spin the momentum and grabbing Stanton by the back of his head and tossing him into the mesh. Benson turns back around and is greeted by Q herself, the champ drilling Benson with a stiff right hand, and then a spinning back kick to her ribs. Seizing The Prodigy by her chest, Q takes a step back and then tosses her overhead with a nasty exploder suplex! Benson bounces off the mat and behind her the champion kips up, letting out a giant roar as the adrenaline flows. Turning back to glance across, she can see Kekoa and Tolson are brawling with Vulgar Display of Power, and her eyes focus back on Davis who is slowly dragging herself to her feet. Slowly Davis turns and now Ya Girl and The Queen share a staredown. An angry scowl crosses Davis' face and she lets out a loud screech and then charges right at Q!
Q ducks The Queen's charge, and then turns to catch her on the rebound, looking for a Side Slam, but Bianca slips free, landing behind Q and dropping her with a Beautiful Boot! Davis manages to knock down the 1WM Champion and you can see the eagerness and excitement on her face as she stares at the slowly rising Q. Bianca gets a sick grin and runs her hands through her hair and as Q reaches her feet, Bianca hooks her for the Killer B....but Q elbows her way free! Q spins Davis around, wraps an arm right around Davis' neck, and then bends her backwards with a nasty Dragon Sleeper! Q hooks her legs around Davis' body as she bends backwards, but The Queen refuses to tap!
Taj: Q has the dragon sleeper locked in super tight but Bianca is refusing to tap!
Samson: It’s only a matter of seconds, Taj. Give it time.
While the Queen may be in trouble, in ring two Braddock and Chevy have got the advantage, as Braddock reverses a charging Tolson, spinning around and tossing her head first into the corner turnbuckles! Kekoa drills Cory with a big right hand and then turns to run and get some momentum, but he eats a MANSFIELDS CURSE!
Back in ring one, The Queen is squirming and screaming in pain, clawing at the mat as Q bends her head further back! Benson comes squirming in to try and save her Queen, but she eats a steel chair shot from Stanton! Stanton slams the steel down twice more to make sure Benson stays down. Braddock and Cory glance at each other, and instead focus on the only way they can protect their Queen. Cory drags Kekoa up by his hair, hooking the Pride champion up and raising him in a brainbuster while Braddock backs up, and then leaps forward with a bicycle kick, cracking Kekoa moments before Chevelle drives him headfirst into the mat to finish off THE ALPHA COMPLEX! Cory rolls over atop Kekoa, staring right at Stanton as Braddock blocks Tolson's dive to try and save the match. The referee outside the cage hits the mat.
One…
Q absolutely SCREAMS in exhurtion as she tries to bend Bianca's head right back!
Two…
Davis' hand raises slowly, shaking and wobbling as the referee watches it intently.
THREE!!
Samson: WE’VE WON! Q MADE LADY MEATHEAD TAP OUT![/
The bell rings and Q releases the hold, staring at the referee in anguish as he shakes his head. In ring two Cory Chevelle climbs to his feet proudly.
Taj: I’ve just received official word that only one fall is needed in the WarZone Match Beyond, and in this instance it went to Cory as he pinned Aleki!
Samson: WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL?!
Torres: The winners of the Warzone The Match Beyond by way of pinfall….Nicole Benson, Braddock, Cory Chevelle, and Bianca Davis….The Conglomerate!!!
Taj: What a night! What a main event! What a Warzone!
Samson: THIS IS SOME GODDAMN BULLS…
Conglomerate stand triumphantly in the two rings as the show fades.
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