Post by Cedric Southern on Jul 16, 2020 14:24:06 GMT -8
Echo Layne, Alex Monroe and Kace Levine are seen sitting around a custom pink velvet covered table with fake jeweled crowns and fake plastic necklaces, bracelets and rings laid around the table along with a spinner with multiple numbers and board with multiple choices upon it. Have you ever played that game called Pretty Pretty Princess? If not... you’re about to see a very intense game right now between Team Madness And Kace Levine.
Echo Layne: Yes! Give me the crown.
Echo questioned. She moved her piece on the board happily before she proclaims…
Echo Layne: Queen Echo. First of her name, lover of cats. Jason Cashes number one fan. Catleesi.
Alex Monroe: That’s a ring, ECHO!
Alex shouted as she passed Echo a fake gold ring. Echo looked disappointed.
Echo Layne: OKAY. Cersei Lannister!
Echo laughs as she had already claimed multiple bracelets and rings already.
Alex Monroe: I told you, I don’t watch that shit, Echo!
Alex spun the spinner, and moved her piece landing upon a necklace. Alex too had claimed other pieces from the game.
Echo Layne: Fine, Queen Alex. Lover of that Diego dude, first of her name. Short Girl Goddess. The true Starstukk princess. Take your necklace!
Kace Levin: Ladies…
Echo Layne: What is it? King Kace? Lover of that Roxas chick, first of his name. Cool hair, Kace.
Echo laughs as Kace spins the spinner.
Kace Levine: Boom, give me my crown!
Kace demanded this because he landed upon the crown spot on the board. Kace already had multiple necklaces around his neck along with some rings upon his fingers, but Kace had no bracelets. Therefore the game went on.
Alex Monroe: You liar! You said you’ve never played!
Alex stood up angrily. She was short, but she got angry pretty quickly and she was scary. Plus she was on the verge of winning.
Echo Layne: Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
Echo tosses Kace the fake crown before spinning the spinner. She landed upon another ring.
Echo Layne: I'm like the 'watercolor' princess here! Always on the losing end.
Echos face turns into a frown.
Kace Levine: Don't sweat the thought princesses..
Alex Monroe: Don't you worry about that cowboy with the really nice hair?
Kace Levine: As if, ladies. As if.
Echo Layne: Idk... That cowboy has really nice hair. I'm super jealous. Plus he has cowboy boots.
Kace Levine: I swear, Echo. That cowboy ain't got nothing on me.
Echo and Alex looked at each other and laughed.
Kace Levine: This is madness. I like it.
Alex spins the spinner. She landed upon a crown.
Alex Monroe: QUEEN ALEX!
Echo’s expression turned into a frown. Alex had won the game. Kace sighs.
Kace Levine: The dual is over.
Echo Layne: This isn’t Pokémon!
Echo shouted. Echo ended up flipping the table over.
Alex Monroe: Echo! You always do this!
Kace Levine: Madness… Like I said.
Kace sat there with a sly smirk upon his face. Echo stormed off with Alex following after her. We cut to commentary as the opening segment comes to a close.
The 1WM logo appears accompanied by a low bass tone. Computer-generated images of storms appear as a low rumbling sound can be heard. Suddenly the image explodes outward and fast-paced rock music begins to play, and a computer-generated image of the Glory logo appears in the distance.
The background clips of various 1WM wrestlers including Echo Layne, Jacob Striker, Barry Ray Buford, Alex Drake, and finally Kace Levine. The camera comes into focus and the volume of the fans watching in the arena seriously escalates when a rolling shot of the backstage area comes up on the 1 Tron. The familiar voices from the commentary desk come into play.
Krystal Kirk: HEYLO, ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT FANS!
Marci D'Abruzzo: This right here is our third installment of Glory, and man oh man does it look like we have some moody children on our roster tonight!
Krystal Kirk: Da chief among em bein' Marci Da Broozo herself!
Marci pouts and rolls her eyes.
Krystal Kirk: Tanight! We gon' be seein' Lass Vodanya and Zaelie Marcus go toe to toe. We also gon' bear witness to Team Madness versus a seemin'ly newcomer type of 'rangement of Talia Lea an' Zoe Larks..
Marci D'Abruzzo: And we will get to see my boy Kace Levine take that loudmouth Jacob Striker down a peg or fifteen! That's gonna be GREAT tv. Also, in our headliner, we can't forget about AOI taking on the seemingly formidable Morgan Malice..
Krystal Kirk: But we all be waitin' for this main event! This NO DESSERTS BARRED between the Bufords an' da Drakes. Tanight is gon' be off the chain!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Well let's quit jawjackin' about it and actually DO it, Kirk!
Krystal Kirk: Wait.. I just got word from da office. We be goin' backstage right bout now!
The masked woman from Legendary walks into the view of the camera. Dressed in a black robe and the black mask as before, the only thing the camera can see of her upper body is her striking dark brown eyes.
Woman: I know that you are all wondering a few things. Who is the woman that took out Taryn Willow and why did she do the things she did? I am here tonight to answer them.
The woman grabs a handful of the mask at the top of her head, pulling it off in one swift motion as long, black almost waist length hair with platinum blonde streaks drop out leaving everyone wondering how it all fit. She smiles as the camera pans up to reveal her almost angelic appearance. She drops the robe to showcase some pretty trendy clothes.
Rei Park: 여보세요... こんにちは, I am Reika Park... but you all can call me Rei. And before anybody asks, yes I know I have the same name as a certain actor. It is the reason why I chose to go by Rei, and name a move after one of his portrayals. That, and I am totally obsessed with Sailor Moon's Rei Hino, aka Sailor Mars. I am a Slytherin and I've come to 1WM to make a statement that I am more than just what you see.
Rei's eyes suddenly turn slightly darker.
Rei Park: What I witnessed at Legendary was appalling. The injustice laid down upon my friend Zaelie has put her on the shelf, costing her untold time on what is to be a blossoming career. What you saw at Legendary was only a taste at what I possess. Cassie, Jenni and that other one Fairy... Sorry, English is not my first language, or second for that matter. I mean t to say Faye. They will get to experience first hand what this cute and innocent looking half Japanese, half korean woman can really do. And those that are lucky enough to attend will get to witness the turning of a new leaf for me. A leaf where I will not only make my parents proud but show the world that I can do this... without my friend at my side for the time being.
A sigh escapes from Rei's gloss covered lips.
Rei Park: Good things come in small packages and while I am smaller than most, I make quite a mighty punch. Jenni might think she has this in the bag, Fairy, I mean Faye, might believe she stands a chance and Cassie... well given the fact I believe her to have the intellectual capacity of an amoeba, I doubt she will be a strong variable... or even one at all for that matter. Basically what I am saying is that I am going to rock your world and usher in a new reality to professional wrestling, specifically One Wrestle Movement. It is why I joined the movement after all.
When we come back to commentary, Krystal looks tentative, whereas Marci is wearing the most serene smile!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Ya know what? I like her. Don't at me.
Krystal Kirk: I just ain gon' think bout it too much. Here's Mari to introduce the openin' bout of da evenin'.
Mari Moon: Tonight's opening bout is scheduled for ONE fall and it carries a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first…
"Indestructible" hits the system and Lass Vodanya makes her way out onto the stage to a mixed reaction as she makes her way down the ramp.
Mari Moon: Coming to us tonight from St. Petersburg, Russia and weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty pounds. Ladies and gentlemen... LASS VODANYA!
Lass slides into the ring and paces in preparation for the match ahead.
Mari Moon: And her opponent…
"Come For Me" hits the system and the fans seem to be behind Zaelie as she hits the stage and makes her way down the ramp.
Mari Moon: Weighing in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds and coming to us from New York city, this is ZAILIE MARCUS!
Zaelie points to herself and grins as Mari announces her, and then she promptly meets Lass eye to eye and bows. Lass returns the slight bow.
Krystal Kirk: Dere may be some actual resPEK goin' on ere, Da Broozo!
*DING~DING~DING*
Marci D'Abruzzo: Ya know, I'm hoping Vodanya teaches this Zailie Marcus a lesson here tonight.
Zailie and Lass briefly circle before locking up in the middle. Lass immediately gets the go-behind and seizes Zailie in a waistlock.
Krystal Kirk: What freakin' lesson, Da Broozo? You just be wantin' erryone ta suffer.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Right?!
Zailie catches Lass with a back elbow before sweeping under and hauling her off for an irish whip, yet Lass reverses it, letting out a roar and immediately going for a brutal looking lariat.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh! That woulda been death, Marcus dodges out of the way! Nice elevation savate kick catching Vodanya across the jaw!
Lass staggers back before eating a boot to the midsection and doubling over. Zailie Marcus grunts with exertion as she takes Lass Vodanya over with a textbook Northern lights suplex and bridges.
ONE
TW…
Krystal Kirk: Zailie be tryin' for dat bodyscissors but Lass wit dat brute strength!!
The arena is in awe as Lass grasps Zailie around the throat with both hands and hauls her to her feet.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Yes! Brutalize her, Vodanya!
Lass unleashes with a flurry of forearm shots and right hand jabs, finally dropping Zailie to a knee with a devastating downward chop!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Mush heads!
Lass lets out another roar as she prepares to deliver another chop, and Zailie roars back as she catches Lass' wrist.
Krystal Kirk: An' now it's Marcus's turn ta unload! Chop afta chop afta chop!
Zailie's chop onslaught ends up with Lass bailed up in the corner. Zailie lets out a roar and she lines up to deliver another chop but Lass catches her wrist this time and Zailie slumps into the corner after a vicious headbutt.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Don't worry about her brain, she don't use it too much. Neither does the big girl for that matter.
Lass wastes no time ascending the turnbuckles and nailing Zailie with punches!
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGH…
The crowd suddenly goes nuts as Zailie ducks a punch and manages to get Lass up into position for her finisher!
Krystal Kirk: SNAPSH~
Marci D'Abruzzo: Vodanya wriggles free and lands on her feet!
Lass spins around and turns Zailie inside out with an impromptu lariat!
Marci D'Abruzzo: OH! BOOM! And there's that lariat Marcus didn't eat before!! Cover!
ONE
TWO
THR…
The crowd is elated as Zailie gets the shoulder up, but she is definitely in Lass' control and Lass drags her groggy opponent to her feet easily.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Knee to the solar plexus from Vodanya. She's hooking her up for SOLSTICE…
Zailie is able to wriggle free out of the vertical position, but her feet catch the referee on the way down, knocking him out.
Krystal Kirk: Ref down! DA TWIST!! Marcus has DA TWIST locked in!
As soon as Zailie manages to drag Lass down, she's tapping, but the referee doesn't see it!
Krystal Kirk: Dat's it! Marcus has da match won!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Eh. Ref is out. Didn't happen.
Zailie relinquishes the hold and she rushes over to check on the referee, shaking him awake before turning back to eat a running spinning backfist!
Marci D'Abruzzo: But this happened! Cover by Lass!
ONE
TWO
THR…
Marci D'Abruzzo: Ugh! I hate the rope break rule!!
Krystal Kirk: Zailie is still in dis dang it!!
Lass is frustrated and she lets out a roar as she drags her prone opponent to her feet easily once more.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Here we go, she's gonna drop Zailie right on her head this time! SOLSTI…
The crowd is on their feet once more as Zailie wriggles free and Lass finds herself up on Zailie's shoulders.
Krystal Kirk: SNAPSHO..wait!
Lass manages to wriggle free and roll through, sweeping Zailie into a really tight roll up, hooking her legs in!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
*DING~DING~DING*
Mari Moon: The winner of this match, as result of a pinfall... LASS VODANYA!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Nice. Nice! I like it! Vodanya wins!
Krystal Kirk: Course ya do, Da Broozo! But Zailie sure don' look too happy! Can't say that I blame 'er none.
The camera pans to a shot of Zailie, handfuls of hair in both hands, angrily looking Lass right in the eye as Lass confidently walks back up the ramp with her arms held high, staring right back.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Hah! Yeah, Marcus ain't so great. I told ya all along, Kirk!
Krystal Kirk: A stinkin' roll up ain' measurin' da greatness of nuttin', Marci! Screw dis, let's be cuttin' backstage, yo!
The 1WM logo flashes on the screen briefly before the broadcast cuts backstage.
The camera opens catching up with the Starstrukk Princess; Talia Lea, it seems she was on a mission on finding Zoe Larks who she will be teaming up against to take on ‘The Madness’ Duo, Echo Layne and Alexadria tonight. Talia had a serious look on her face and she needed to know that Zoe has her back out there. Talia makes her way down the hallway towards the women’s locker room, as she walks inside, her voice is heard through the arena.
Talia Lea: Zoe you in here? I need to talk to you about tonight's match.
Zoe peeks out as she sees Talia. She smiles as she sees her.
Zoe Larks: Hey Talia. Relax, this match will be fine. I have your back.
Talia walks closer to Zoe. Giving her a smile back.
Talia Lea: You know I’ve got your back as well. I guess seeing their social media kinda has me so pissed off. They clearly don’t know who we are and underestimate us. They have no idea what we are capable of.
Talia turns around pacing the floor a little.
Talia Lea: I’m ready to beat them. I have more in ring ability than either one of them.. I’ve been doing this a lot longer than them.
Zoe Larks: Honestly I know what we can do. They might be friends and not a thrown together team, but teams like that can lose still. They are not unstoppable.
Talia nods her head agreeing with what she had just said.
Talia Lea: That’s True and sometimes it doesn’t always work out when they are friends. I mean if they do lose they will have to blame someone.
Talia lightly laughs, as she stops pacing and turns to Zoe.
Talia Lea: I know that we might not have anything in common, well maybe just the one thing, and that would be to win tonight.
Zoe Larks: Sometimes opposites attract thing. It can work with teammates as well. I could see it working out, maybe even more tag matches for us.
Zoe shrugs her shoulders lightly. She looks at Talia.
Zoe Larks: Either way, I may not tweet much, but I am serious about winning.
Talia Lea: I completely agree; I’d definitely team with you again and who knows what can happen. Yeah I haven’t really posted much as of late, but watching them make a fool out of themselves well.. that’s made me laugh.
Talia laughed a little as she started getting ready for their match.
Talia Lea: Better start getting ready for our match.
Zoe nods her head. She was glad they were on the same page.
Zoe Larks: Let's get ready. Show them we are on the same page.
The two continue to talk, going over their plans as the cameras fade out. The small crowd in the arena are responding pretty positively as we cut back to the commentary desk.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Awww. Ain't that sweet?
Marci makes fake gagging faces, along with the obligatory sounds. For a second, it looked as though KK was about to smack her upside the head, but she kept it together.
Krystal Kirk: Yanno what? No. We ain' doin' dis. We don' need da commen'try version of Stasi Hervhaux tanight!
Marci D'Abruzzo: It's Herveaux, you swine! Ugggh you piss me off sometimes!! You st…
Krystal laughs as the theme of Team Madness hits the system and Marci gets interrupted by "Shadow Boxing", the entrance music of Zoe Larks.
Mari Moon: The following is a tag team contest, scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds, this is ZOE LARKS! And her partner…
"Love and War" hits the system and the fans seem to perk right up!
Mari Moon: Coming to us tonight from Miami, Florida and weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, ladies and gentlemen, TALIA LEA! And their opponents...
The fans sound seriously unhappy as "Unbreakable" hits the system and Team Madness make their way down the ramp with an air of arrogance.
Mari Moon: Coming to us tonight at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty pounds, the tandem of Echo Layne and Alexandria Monroe - this is TEAM MADNESS!
*DING~DING~DING*
This match is kicking off with Monroe and Lea in the ring. Talia and Alexandria circle briefly before Monroe gets a sneaky eye rake on Lea when the referee isn't looking, seizing the chance to take her down to the mat with a hair grab takedown. The crowd voices their distaste as Monroe lays into Lea with repeated stomps before Talia is able to roll out of the way and get back to her feet.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Monroe being super aggressive early on! Oh do I like this.
Krystal Kirk: Course ya do. Talia gettin' back up, deep arm drag attemp' by Monroe, but reversal by Lea! Monroe back up! Hip toss by Lea..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Nice block, elbow to the head and swinging sideslam combination there by Monroe! She's pretty proud of herself and she damn well should be!
Krystal Kirk: Ya sposed ta r'main imparti-thingy!
Marci D'Abruzzo: F what I'm supposed to do, I've got money. Monroe dragging Talia to her feet, hauling her into the corner and tagging in Echo Layne! The party is really getting started now!
The fans once more voice their disapproval as Alex and Echo lay into Talia with stomps and right hands in the corner before the referee breaks it up and hustles Monroe out of the ring.
Krystal Kirk: Irish whip by Layne into da opposin' corner. OOF. Big clothesline!
Marci D'Abruzzo: And an inverted STO upon impact! Cover by Echo!
ONE
T…
Krystal Kirk: Talia gettin' da shoulda up! Both Larks and Monroe lookin' for da tag here! Dey both be reachin' out, they wanna get in dat ring!
Echo Layne drags Talia up and goes to ram her into Monroe's waiting boot in the corner.
Krystal Kirk: HAH! Talia lookin' alive right when she needs to an' givin' did team a taste of their own meds!
Alexandria tries to take her foot out of the way as she sees Talia reverse it, but Talia essentially bulldogs Echo's face into her foot, causing Echo to be out on her feet for a second.
Krystal Kirk: Facebreaka knee smash! Echo is down! Cover by Lea!
ONE
TWO
T…
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh no. It's gonna take more than that to put away Echo Layne, dumbass!
Talia hauls Echo to her feet, seizes her in a headlock and tags in Zoe Larks to a sizable ovation.
Krystal Kirk: Talia lettin' go of Echo right in time for Echo ta eat a spinnin' heel kick!
Zoe doesn't waste any time hauling a groggy Echo back up to inflict more damage.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Why would you go for a high knee then and there? Idiot!
Echo Layne executes a picture perfect matrix style evasion, kips back up to her feet.
Krystal Kirk: Handspring back tilt-a-whirl headscissa take down! Quick tag to Alexandria!
Alex angrily runs in and drills Zoe with a hard elbow before swinging her into a modified Russian legsweep, going for the cover.
ONE
TWO
T…
The crowd boos and the referee starts his count as Alexandria abandons the pin attempt in favor of choking Zoe with both hands and slamming the back of her head into the mat repeatedly. Monroe knocks it off just in time before going for the cover once again.
ONE
TWO…
Krystal Kirk: Zoe Larks is still very much in dis!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Some people just don't know when they've been had!
Alexandria growls as she drags Zoe to her feet.
Marci D'Abruzzo: SEE? There's the ripcord, and here's the ROLLING ELB~
The fans are on their feet as Larks evades with help from a perfectly timed military roll before she springs back up...
Krystal Kirk: SHADOW BOXIN! OMG! I neva seen a grrl go down like dat since Marci's sista at the NYE party!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh that's real nice. It was her first kegstand! Regardless…
ONE
TWO
THR…
The crowd BOO as Echo runs in and breaks up the pinfall attempt with a senton splash, also seemingly doing a lot of damage to Zoe's lower back. Before the referee hustles Echo out, Echo manages to drag her barely conscious partner on top of Zoe for a cover.
ONE
TWO…
Krystal Kirk: Kick out on two! What a fakkin' match, Da Broozo!
It's Zoe who is on the move first. The fans get behind her as she manages to drag Monroe back up, laying in a forearm. But it all falls apart as Zoe seems to have suffered a lot from Echo's running senton, and she drops to a knee, clutching her lower back.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Monroe is back to her senses and she's suddenly on fire! Right hand after right hand after right hand on Larks! Go! Go! Go! More!!
Krystal Kirk: You, ma friend, are a sadist. Anyhow, Irish whip into da corner by Monroe. No!
Larks is able to reverse and send Alex crashing into the corner instead, causing Echo to take a stray elbow to the face and fly off the apron to the floor.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Larks is in trouble with this lower back! The anger on Monroe's face as she steams outta that corner!
Alexandria Monroe lets out a roar as she springboards from the corner and leaps.
Krystal Kirk: IN DA SHADOWS OUTTA NOWHERE!!! Larks goddit ALL!!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
*DING~DING~DING*
Mari Moon: The winners of this match as result of a pinfall, ZOE LARKS and TALIA LEA!
Larks' music hits the system and Talia runs in to celebrate with her, Talia catching Zoe with a look of concern as Zoe's back seems to give out once more and a look of utter agony crosses her face.
Krystal Kirk: Seriously. Congrats ta dese two. Dey pulled off a hell of an upset! I really hope Zoe is otay!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Sickening. Just plain sickening, the whole lot of this. We're gonna go to a commercial in an effort to knock this BS off.
When we come back from the break, suddenly through the arena’s speaker system, an accented voice suddenly emerges at which point several fans get to their feet as a fan pop explodes across the arena as the lights in the arena go out and one by one, thousands of cell phone lights key on until they light up the arena.
Voice: Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Once the voice is done speaking it quickly dives into a slow bassline intermittent with strong drumlines as Metallica’s “Murder One” begins to play.
At the top of the entrance way, the “Natural” Jacob Striker steps out in his ring gear with his signature noose draped around his neck-as he looks around the arena and starts to make his way down to the ring, high fiving or giving a fist bump to the occasional fan on the way.
Mari Moon: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it carries a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first...
Mari is about to announce Jacob Striker, but he picks up a mic before slipping into the ring as the music then cuts out and the lights go back to normal as the fans sing along with the song for another couple of moments, with Striker actually smiling as he listens and waits for them to finish. Mari shrugs and gets a brief pop of her own as she heads to the timekeeper table.
Jacob Striker: You know something? It is incredible that each and every time that I come out here, you One Wrestling Movement fans give me this level of love and respect that it’s not only encouraging but also energizing at the same time and you all know that the more hyped up I get, the more I tear shit up in that very ring!!
The fans explode with a face pop at the respect being shown to them.
Jacob Striker: Now first off, I feel that I need to give respects to both Erick and Molly. You see in my first match for this company, a part of me in the back of my head was concerned about how it would go like anyone who is new to a promotion, but I also had a pretty incredible match with two very talented wrestlers and I consider myself lucky for having worked with them that night. Now all of you out there in the crowd and watching on TV at home, you know that I don’t do one of these in ring things at ALL unless that I have something to say and I do have something to say because my respect to Erick and Molly isn’t the only thing on my mind at the moment.
Jake gets a serious look on his face for a moment as he gathers his thoughts.
Jacob Striker: Now I fully understand that a lot of people look at me and they tend to take a dim view at how I act or how I talk but the moment that they step into that ring with me is when they stopped being all funny and shit and realize that I live and breathe this sport, pure and fucking simple. Now I often get asked why I take myself and wrestling so seriously, and that is something that I get asked from backstage interviewers to kids at autograph signings to the girl taking my order at Wendys. Now to that, I've got three answers for you, it takes three things. It takes HEART, you got to love this business, you got a want to be a professional wrestler and I don't mean you just want it just laying in bed thinking about it. You are going to need to eat, sleep, and shit everything professional wrestling. And this has to be in the back of your head twenty four seven.
Two, you got to be genuine. People love to be fake, there ain't nothing fake about professional wrestling. You have to talk from the heart..you have to mean each and everything that you say and you have to look people in the eye when you talk to them. Your word means everything. And number three, you got to stand out. Do anything you can to be a wrestler you never got to see as a kid. Yeah, it's easy to be Graham Baker, it's easy to be Kai Stevens, it's easy to be anybody else but you have to be you. I practice everything that I preach and it shows each and every time that I come out here...unlike you, Kace Levine. Each and every time that you come out here, you think that you can’t be touched by anyone and tonight, tonight you think that you and that little mealworm of a manager of yours is going to walk down here to this very ring and beat me without a problem?
Slowly but surely a chant has slowly been building up and when it gets loud enough, Jacob holds his mic out.
Crowd: BULLSHIT… BULLSHIT… BULLSHIT… BULLSHIT… BULLSHIT…
Jacob Striker: That’s right, because you see Kace, in your case the eyes are useless when the mind is blind. Your mind cannot grasp the reality of what’s about to happen and that is your about to step into the ring with me, a man who’s a natural...a fucking *NATURAL*...at this sport and you’ve been wallowing in such an arrogant and blissful cloud of ill proven confidence in yourself that you have been doing nothing more than making high claims on Twitter while guzzling down one pumpkin spice low fat soy latte after another as your way of preparing for our match here at Glory….
Jacob quickly charges around the ring with an outstretched mic, catching all of the boos from the fans, as he runs in a full square in the ring before finally coming back to a dead stop dead center of the ring.
Jacob Striker: ...In front of all of these fans and these people have put all of their hard earned money down to witness me deliver yet another killer match right here for One Wrestling Movement...but instead, they have to put down their hard earned money to watch yours truly…[lets out a depressed sounding sound] carry your worthless, no talent, can’t be bothered to cut an actual promo *ASS* through a match until I finally make you tap out screaming in the middle of this here very ring...then I’ll do just that but you also have to remember that by that very same token, Kace, for every bit of arrogance that you’ve shown me leading up to this match, for each and every instant that you’ve spent more time on Twitter than preparing to give these fans’ their monies worth, then be fully prepared to walk away from our match tonight with blood seeping from your chest because tonight, I’m not holding anything back. And as these very fans will tell you, that’s when you need to start being really fucking scared of what will happen next because I am a *TRUE* student of the game of professional wrestling and from the moment that music of mine hits, you are at ground zero for the worst night of your entire career.
Jake then walks over to the side of the ring facing the entrance way and leans against the ropes, a hungry grin on his face.
Jacob Striker: So Kace, I know that you’re sitting back there in the locker room with the rest of the boys because despite your “advocate’s” claims that you have your own “private locker room”. I want you to understand that tonight, you’re going to get your own personal lesson in what it means to be a real wrestler. And as for your mouthpiece, one way or another he’ll be joining you on the ground tonight courtesy of the most devastating kick in the entirety of professional wrestling!!
The fans let off another round of face pop as Jacob flips the mic to the ring crew member as Kace's music hits the P.A and Jake paces in preparation as Kace makes his entrance, alongside his new executive representative, Joshua Samson.
Krystal Kirk: Jakey lookin' like he be ready ta go, so Levine figures he be doin' dis now?
Marci D'Abruzzo: Samson looking as handsome as ever.
Krystal Kirk: Ya gotta be kiddin me!
Mari Moon: And his opponent, from Miami Florida, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, this is Kace Levine!
*DING~DING~DING*
Levine immediately moves toward Striker who goes to circle, and there is a loud boo from the crowd as Joshua Samson, ESQ. sneakily grabs Jacob's ankle, tripping him up.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Hahahaha!
Jake is incensed as he gets to his feet, and as Striker goes to tell Samson to stay out of it, Levine runs in from behind and delivers a crushing axe handle blow to the lower back, dropping Striker to one knee.
Marci D'Abruzzo: That's how ya use your environment to your advantage, Levine!
The referee begins his count and there's another boo from the fans as Kace Levine uses the second rope to choke Jacob Striker, Samson being only too happy to help out on the outside. Right as the ref is about to disqualify him, Kace relinquishes and steps away from Striker.
Krystal Kirk: I sees what dey be playin at an' I don' like it!!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Nobody gives a crap what you like, Kirk. Levine dragging Striker to his feet now. Irish whip.
Levine throws a lariat Striker's way on the rebound, and Striker ducks and gets a go behind.
Krystal Kirk: Leghook belly to ba..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Levine manages to squirm free! Snap release german suplex and Striker lands hard! Standing double foot stomp by Levine and a cover!
ONE
TWO…
Krystal Kirk: An' Striker kickin' out right on two! Levine wastin' no time 'ere, takin' da arm! He be goin' for da tequila sunrise!
Jacob wows the fans as he manages to wriggle free and trap Kace in the kimura!
Krystal Kirk: Oh NICE ONE, Samson! Way ta cheat!
The fans boo Samson once more and he proceeds to act innocent as he manages to place Levine's foot on the bottom rope, forcing a break. Jacob is looking pretty ropable at this point!
Marci D'Abruzzo: What the heck are you on about, Kirk? That right there is a gentleman, and you will show him some resp...
Krystal Kirk: Blow it out cha ass, Da Broozo! Striker now, I fink he be goin' for da figure four sharp shootah!
Levine evades via hooking Striker's ankles and dropping him on his backside.
Marci D'Abruzzo: MUTATION! Levine has it cinched in tight!!
Another raucous boo emanates as Samson tries to add leverage to the hold, but the referee catches him in the act and warns him, also forcing Levine to break his hold. Samson achieves another boo by acting innocent once more.
Krystal Kirk: Can ya blame dese people fa how dey feel 'bout Samson? Geez!
Marci D'Abruzzo: You're blind, Kirk! And deaf! Never mind that now! Levine going for MUTATION again!
Jacob is easily able to evade the attempt and turn it into a small package!
ONE
TWO
TH…
Krystal Kirk: Striker almost got 'im dere!
Jacob hauls Kace to his feet and Irish whips him into the corner hard, immediately running in for a corner lariat, and there's an even louder boo than before as Samson pulls Kace out to ringside at the very last second. Jacob furiously pumps the brakes!
Krystal Kirk: AGAIN wit Samson! I tell ya Levine is lucky dat guy is 'ere!
The referee starts to count as Jacob has had enough and he jumps out of the ring and once at ringside, makes a beeline for Samson!
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
Krystal Kirk: Typical! Samson WOULD run away!
As Striker runs around in circles after Samson, he is completely blindsided by lariat from Kace!
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN…
Kace wastes no time rolling Jacob inside and going for the cover.
ONE
TWO
THR…
Marci D'Abruzzo: Who is paying this damn referee to count so slow?!
Kace arrogantly and brutally drags Striker to his feet by his hair, but Striker seems to be on jelly legs and falls down to one knee. Kace seems a bit more pissed off as he takes an arm and aggressively hauls Jacob up to his feet, kneeing him in the stomach and doubling him over.
Marci D'Abruzzo: It's over now! Suffer, Striker! KILLSHO~
Krystal Kirk: Wow! Striker is on his feet behind Levine! APOCALYP~
Levine manages to wriggle free and hits the ground running, Jacob angrily following suit.
Krystal Kirk: SAMSON!!!!
The fans boo louder than ever as Joshua snares Jacob's leg from ringside, and then promptly jumps up on the apron and delivers a modified neckbreaker!
Krystal Kirk: An' da referee dint see it!!!
The fans pop HUGE as Striker falls back, somehow manages to sidestep Kace's spinning heel kick and snaring him into the ideal position.
Krystal Kirk: LAMENT CONFIGURATION LOCKED IN! Levine got no choice!!
*DING~DING~DING*
Mari Moon: The winner of this match, as result of a submission, JACOB STRIKER!!
Krystal Kirk: HAH! Samson is ropable! But I don' think his anger is quite as hot as that of his client!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Yeah. Nice upset win, kid.
Krystal Kirk: Hardly an upset!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Agree to disagree with a side of you're wrong!
Krystal Kirk: Anyhoo. Let's go ta our next match shall we?
Mari Moon: The following is a singles match, scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first...
"Freak" hits the system and the fans are mostly on their feet for the bout ahead of them!
Mari Moon: Coming to us tonight from Adelaide, Australia. She weighs in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds - this is MORGAN MALICE!
Morgan hurries down the ramp and slides into the ring where she flexes and gives the fans a quick "gun show" in anticipation of her opponent.
Mari Moon: And her opponent...
The fans are elated as "Reincarnation" hits the system and AOI steps out from behind the curtain
Mari Moon: Hailing from Osaka, Japan and weighing in tonight at one hundred and forty five pounds...
AOI takes some time to high five the stretched out hands on her way down the ramp before finally sliding into the ring.
Mari Moon: Ladies and gentlemen, AOI!
*DING~DING~DING*
AOI and Morgan Malice circle each other. Both sizing the other up before engaging in a physical tie up. Finally they meet in the center ring and tie up. AOI and Morgan jostle for the strength advantage with Morgan finally getting the upper hand. Suddenly the crowd gets raucous.
Krystal Kirk: Wassup 'ere? Da fans are on their feet!
Marci D’Abruzzo: Here it comes, look out!
From the crowd, Solomon Monster hops over the guardrail and makes a B-line for the ring. He slides under the ropes and charges the unsuspecting female grapplers. Solomon spears the both of them as the crowd gives the human monster hell for his action. The official calls for the bell, throwing out the match.
Marci D’Abruzzo: It’s Solomon Monster and he's taking out the trash! Haha!
Krystal Kirk: Dis is woeful!
Marci D’Abruzzo: This is poetry in motion, my friends!
Solomon gets up and devilishly eyes both women. He takes a step forward and AOI rolls out of the ring, leaving Morgan Malice in the ring with Solomon.
Krystal Kirk: AOI is a stinkin' yellow belly sell out!
Marci D’Abruzzo: I’d do the same to you if we were in there!
Krystal Kirk: I'd jus fakkin' eat cha fore the match even started ya bony bit..
Marci D'Abruzzo: C'MON SOLOMON! GET YA PULL! Don't hold back!
Solomon grabs Morgan by the hair as she clenches her ribs. AOI looks freaked as she walks back up the ramp. Solomon glares at AOI as he effortlessly hoists Morgan up on his shoulders.
Krystal Kirk: Don't cha do it, Solomon Monsta!!
Solomon nods at AOI sinisterly before planting Morgan with his Argentine backbreaker. Morgan lets out a desperate scream before going limp and silent.
Marci D’Abruzzo: He broke Morgan in half! She ain't moving a muscle!
AOI shakes her head in disbelief as Solomon rises to his feet. He points at AOI, challenging her to return to the ring, who screams “NO.” Solomon nods in the affirmative and AOI flips him off.
Krystal Kirk: AOI wants nuttin' to do with Solomon Monsta!
From the back walks Erick St. John. The crowd goes into a frenzy as he walks up behind AOI.
Marci D’Abruzzo: Here we go!!
Krystal Kirk: Erick St. John is now out ere!
ESJ grabs AOI’s head from behind and smirks vilely at her. AOI screams for dear life but is overpowered by ESJ. He drags her back to ringside kicking and screaming and rolls her into the ring.
Krystal Kirk: Dis disgustin', y'all know dat! Who do dese two guys tink dey are?!
Solomon lays a couple stiff boots into AOI’s midsection. ESJ nods at Solomon who then lifts AOI up on his shoulders. AOI screams bloody murder as Solomon drops her too with the Argentine backbreaker. AOI’s screams go silent after a sick thud.
Marci D’Abruzzo: ESJ and Solomon Monster have formed a bond since debuting here in 1WM. They are determined to show the new generation of wrestlers the ropes of our sport whether they like it or not. And y'all know they don't like it. But f*ck them!
ESJ and Solomon raise their arms in victory much to the chagrin of the capacity Glory crowd.
Coming Soon
We got a shot of the ringside area before the main event. Surrounding the ring are tables with an endless number of desserts displayed on them.
Mari Moon: The following contest is our main event! It is a tag team match and there are NO DESSERTS BARRED!
The crowd cheers.
Mari Moon: The only way to win this contest is by pinfall or submission!
“Texas Longhorns Fight Song” plays. The Bufords walk into the arena. Papa Ray, wearing his cowboy hat and burnt orange tracksuit, looks determined while Barry Ray looks depressed, wearing the shock collar that his father is making him wear to stop him from eating any of the desserts.
Mari Moon: Introducing first, from Grand Prairie, Texas, weighing in at a total combined weight of 525 lbs., Papa Ray and Barry Ray, The Bufords!
A mix of cheers and boos fill the arena. The Bufords get in the ring. Papa Ray shadow boxes while Barry Ray just stands in the corner with his head down. “Bury Me Alive” by Breaking Benjamin plays. Alex and Zora Drake walk into the arena.
Mari Moon: And their opponents, weighing in at a total combined weight of 341 lbs., Zora Drake and “Mr. Fantastic” Alex Drake!
The Drakes march down to the ring, looking like they’re prepared to do battle against their sworn enemies.
*DING~DING~DING*
The bell rings. Alex immediately goes after Papa Ray with a double leg take down. Barry Ray snaps out of his melancholy at the sight of his father being manhandled and throws Alex with a release German suplex, which sends him to the outside floor. Barry Ray goes to follow him out, but Zora grabs his arm. Barry Ray turns around to strike, but seeing that it’s Zora causes him to pause. She has her fist cocked back, too, but she can’t bring herself to hit him. The hesitation causes Papa Ray to clothesline Zora from behind. Barry Ray looks conflicted as he sees his father take down Zora, but becomes preoccupied when Alex grabs his foot and pulls him out to the outside floor, where he smashes Barry Ray’s face into one of the tables, followed by a whip into the steel ring steps. Alex charges and hits a running knee to the face of Barry Ray. He looks into the ring and sees Papa Ray rubbing Zora’s face into the mat. He grabs the first dessert he sees, a chocolate cake on a beautiful piece of china. Picking up the whole plate, he gets back in the ring and smashes the plate over the back of Papa Ray’s head. Papa Ray falls onto his back. Alex grabs him by the back of his collar and smushes his face into the cake.
Alex Drake: How do YOU like it?!
He finally relents and we got a shot of Papa Ray’s face entirely covered in chocolate frosting.He gets to his hands and knees, but Zora hits him with a basement Zorakick. She covers.
One…
Two…
Barry Ray reaches into the ring and pulls Zora off of his dad to break up the pin. Barry Ray climbs onto the apron. Alex charges, steps off Zora’s back, and attempts a Whisper in the Wind, but Barry Ray catches him and throws into one of the dessert tables with a fallaway slam. Barry Ray falls to the outside floor as well and takes a few seconds to get to his feet, where he’s met with Taking to the Air by Zora. She gets back to her feet, but Papa Ray reaches over the top rope, grabs her by the hair, pulls her up to the apron, and gives her a forearm club over her chest. She collapses to the floor. Papa Ray goes to the outside and stands over Barry Ray.
Papa Ray: C’mon, boy, get up!
Barry Ray is dazed, so Papa Ray takes matters into his own hands. He grabs Alex by the hair and drags him over to a table containing a fondue fountain. He told Alex’s face under the hot, dripping chocolate, which pours into Alex’s left eye. Alex yelps as his left eye burns. He’s able to drive an elbow into Papa Ray’s gut and escapes from his clutches. He yells “Get me some fucking water” to anybody at ringside that will listen. A fan gets his attention and hands him their bottle of water. Alex opens it and pours it into his left eye, doing his damndest to rid it of the burning chocolate. Once he’s finished, he turns and grabs one of the fondue skewers off the table. He grabs Papa Ray and turns him around, but finds that Papa Ray has a skewer of his own. They stare at each other, waiting for the other one to strike, suddenly, they both stab each other in the head at the same time. They both stumble backwards, holding their hands on their respective wounds. They charge back at each other and stab each other again. After another second of backing away, they grab each other and just start stabbing each other in the head rapidly. The crowd is going nuts at the level of gore being displayed. They both finally collapse, their faces the epitome of crimson masks. Zora crawls toward Alex and checks on him. She looks over at Papa Ray furiously, grabs the fondue fountain, lifts it over her head, and smashes it down on him. Out of nowhere, Barry Ray scoops up Zora and gives her a running guardrail tackle.
Barry Ray: I’m sorry, Mrs. Fantastic, but you gotta stop hurtin’ my daddy!
He stands up and backs away from her but gets hit with a low blow from Alex. Barry Ray falls to his knees, allowing Alex to give him a Shining Wizard. He rolls Barry Ray back into the ring and turns towards Zora and points to a nearby tray of cupcakes.
Alex Drake: Bring those into the ring.
Zora pulls herself up and grabs the cupcake. While she does that, Alex looks under the ring and pulls out a pair of handcuffs.
Inside the ring, Alex handcuffs Barry Ray’s hands behind his back. After that, Zora hands the cupcakes to Alex. He gives her instructions. She gets Barry Ray into a seated position and wraps her legs around his waist. Then, she tries to pry his mouth open. Barry Ray resists, so she pinches his nose. He tries to keep his mouth shut, but his need for air finally forces him to open his mouth. With her free hand, she grabs his jaw. Now with Barry Ray’s mouth wide open, Alex slowly and menacingly shoves a cupcake into Barry Ray’s mouth, causing his shock collar to go off. Barry Ray starts convulsing. He becomes too much for Zora to restrain and she lets go. Barry Ray gets to his knees and starts spitting the cupcake out of his mouth, coughing up the remains of the cupcake that got stuck in his throat. Alex yells to Zora.
Alex Drake: Wrap him up again!
She looks concerned.
Zora Drake: No, Alex, that was enough.
Alex Drake: WRAP HIM UP AGAIN!
She tentatively complies.
Barry Ray: Oh, please, not again!
Alex goes to shove another cupcake into his mouth, but Papa Ray gets in the ring and intercepts by stabbing Alex in the hand with his skewer. Alex yawps and drops the cupcake. Papa Ray throws him out of the ring through the ropes. Zora gets up and goes after Papa Ray, but she slips on the cupcake and falls to her back. Papa Ray drops an elbow on her and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
She kicks out. Papa Ray takes the shocker off of Barry Ray and puts it around Zora’s neck. He picks up one of the cupcakes and tries to force it into Zora’s mouth, but Alex makes the save with a steel chair to Papa Ray’s back. Papa Ray stumbles through the ropes and out to the floor. Zora takes off the shocker. Her and Alex grab Barry Ray and whip him into the corner. Alex charges but Barry Ray backdrops him over the top turnbuckle. He then runs at Zora and gives her the Necessary Roughness. She flies out of the ring. Barry Ray goes after Alex. He attempts another running guardrail tackle, but Alex moves out of the way, causing Barry to crash into the guardrail.
Alex and Papa Ray look at each other from across the ring. Both of them grab a pie and roll back into the ring. Each has their pie cocked back to launch at the other, but they both stop short, waiting for the other to attack just like the skewer fight from before. However, Zora and Barry Ray get into the ring with pies of their own. Zora has her pie aimed at Papa Ray while Barry Ray has his aimed at Alex. Alex fires first at Papa Ray. Barry Ray throws his at Alex. Zora ends up throwing her’s at Barry Ray, and finally Papa Ray throws his at Zora. All four participants have pie filling on their face as they fall to the ground.
Crowd: THIS-IS-AWE-SOME! :clap clap clap clap clap: FIGHT-FOR-EV-ER! :clap clap clap clap clap:
Alex and Zora get to their feet first. They go to the outside and grab a table, causing its contents to spill all over the floor. They throw the table over the top rope and into the ring. They set it in the middle of the ring and lay Papa Ray on it. Alex and Zora each pick a corner and climb to the top rope, looking to put Papa Ray through the table, but out of nowhere, Barry runs up the ropes and throws Alex with The Longest Yard (avalanche overhead release belly to belly suplex). Papa Ray moves out of the way and Alex goes through the table. Zora is in a state of shock, which allows Papa Ray to shake the top rope and cause her to fall to the mat.
Papa Ray: Barry Ray, get another table!
Barry Ray goes to the outside and grabs a table. He’s temporarily distracted by the dessert on top of it.
Papa Ray: C’mon, boy! Don’t get lost on me now! We got this in the bag!
Barry Ray has an internal struggle. All he wants to do is eat a sweet treat, but he also wants to please his father. In frustration, Barry growls loudly.
Barry Ray: GARRRRRRR!
He picks up the table and throws it into the ring. He gets in and grabs Zora from Papa Ray.
Barry Ray: I’m gonna end this right now!
Papa Ray is very happy with the sudden new aggressiveness shown by this son.
Papa Ray: That’s my boy!
Papa Ray sets up the table while Barry Ray traps Zora in a full nelson, getting ready to put her through the table with Varsity Blues, but before Barry Ray can get off the move, Papa Ray stops him.
Papa Ray: Hold on, Barry Ray! Please, give me the pleasure of puttin’ this vixen through the table and finisin’ her once and for all!
He doesn’t even wait for an answer as he pulls Zora away from Barry Ray and puts her in a full nelson of his own. Barry Ray looks into the eyes of Zora, which look completely helpless. Barry Ray snaps out of his anger and feels compassion for Zora.
Papa Ray: Here we go! 1! 2! 3!
Papa Ray goes to lift Zora, but Barry Ray grabs her and prevents the move. The crowd cheers. Papa Ray lets her go and gets in Barry Ray’s face.
Papa Ray: Boy, what are you doin’?! We had the match won! What is goin’ through that thick skull of yours?!
Barry Ray: She’s my friend, Papa!
Papa Ray: Boy, how many times I got to tell ya, ya don’t need no friends! Ya need to win!
Barry Ray: I’m sorry, Papa, I just can’t…
Unexpectedly, Alex grabs Barry Ray from behind and slams him with Blue Magic right through the table. Alex gets up and stalks Papa Ray, who backs away.
Papa Ray: Now, hold on here, Mr. Fantastic. We can work this out. I can be your coach, too, just like Barry Ray. I can take you to the top of 1WM, you and ya wife both!
He keeps backing up until Zora comes up from behind him and chickenwings his arms.
Alex Drake: How about this for dessert?
He hits Papa Ray with DisHonored and then grabs him in a double chickenwing of his own, allowing Zora to kick Papa Ray with a Zora kick. Alex releases Papa Ray, who falls to his knees. The Drakes both back up and give Papa Ray stereo superkicks. Alex covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The ref calls for the bell and the crowd cheers.
*DING~DING~DING*
Mari Moon: The winners of this contest, Zora Drake and “Mr. Fantastic” Alex Drake!
“Bury Me Alive” plays as The Drakes pose on the turnbuckles for the crowd. Barry Ray comes to and gets to his knees. The Drakes walk up to him. After a brief staredown, Alex lends out his hand and helps Barry Ray get back to his feet. The three hug and Barry Ray lifts their hands in the air in victory. Zora picks up one of the cupcakes from before and hands it to Barry Ray, who is finally able to enjoy a dessert after being prevented from doing so for a month. Papa Ray regains consciousness. He sees the scene unfolding in the ring and just shakes his head in shame.
We get one last shot of The Drakes posing on the turnbuckle and Barry Ray gobbling up his cupcake before the screen fades to black.
Echo Layne: Yes! Give me the crown.
Echo questioned. She moved her piece on the board happily before she proclaims…
Echo Layne: Queen Echo. First of her name, lover of cats. Jason Cashes number one fan. Catleesi.
Alex Monroe: That’s a ring, ECHO!
Alex shouted as she passed Echo a fake gold ring. Echo looked disappointed.
Echo Layne: OKAY. Cersei Lannister!
Echo laughs as she had already claimed multiple bracelets and rings already.
Alex Monroe: I told you, I don’t watch that shit, Echo!
Alex spun the spinner, and moved her piece landing upon a necklace. Alex too had claimed other pieces from the game.
Echo Layne: Fine, Queen Alex. Lover of that Diego dude, first of her name. Short Girl Goddess. The true Starstukk princess. Take your necklace!
Kace Levin: Ladies…
Echo Layne: What is it? King Kace? Lover of that Roxas chick, first of his name. Cool hair, Kace.
Echo laughs as Kace spins the spinner.
Kace Levine: Boom, give me my crown!
Kace demanded this because he landed upon the crown spot on the board. Kace already had multiple necklaces around his neck along with some rings upon his fingers, but Kace had no bracelets. Therefore the game went on.
Alex Monroe: You liar! You said you’ve never played!
Alex stood up angrily. She was short, but she got angry pretty quickly and she was scary. Plus she was on the verge of winning.
Echo Layne: Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
Echo tosses Kace the fake crown before spinning the spinner. She landed upon another ring.
Echo Layne: I'm like the 'watercolor' princess here! Always on the losing end.
Echos face turns into a frown.
Kace Levine: Don't sweat the thought princesses..
Alex Monroe: Don't you worry about that cowboy with the really nice hair?
Kace Levine: As if, ladies. As if.
Echo Layne: Idk... That cowboy has really nice hair. I'm super jealous. Plus he has cowboy boots.
Kace Levine: I swear, Echo. That cowboy ain't got nothing on me.
Echo and Alex looked at each other and laughed.
Kace Levine: This is madness. I like it.
Alex spins the spinner. She landed upon a crown.
Alex Monroe: QUEEN ALEX!
Echo’s expression turned into a frown. Alex had won the game. Kace sighs.
Kace Levine: The dual is over.
Echo Layne: This isn’t Pokémon!
Echo shouted. Echo ended up flipping the table over.
Alex Monroe: Echo! You always do this!
Kace Levine: Madness… Like I said.
Kace sat there with a sly smirk upon his face. Echo stormed off with Alex following after her. We cut to commentary as the opening segment comes to a close.
The 1WM logo appears accompanied by a low bass tone. Computer-generated images of storms appear as a low rumbling sound can be heard. Suddenly the image explodes outward and fast-paced rock music begins to play, and a computer-generated image of the Glory logo appears in the distance.
The background clips of various 1WM wrestlers including Echo Layne, Jacob Striker, Barry Ray Buford, Alex Drake, and finally Kace Levine. The camera comes into focus and the volume of the fans watching in the arena seriously escalates when a rolling shot of the backstage area comes up on the 1 Tron. The familiar voices from the commentary desk come into play.
Krystal Kirk: HEYLO, ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT FANS!
Marci D'Abruzzo: This right here is our third installment of Glory, and man oh man does it look like we have some moody children on our roster tonight!
Krystal Kirk: Da chief among em bein' Marci Da Broozo herself!
Marci pouts and rolls her eyes.
Krystal Kirk: Tanight! We gon' be seein' Lass Vodanya and Zaelie Marcus go toe to toe. We also gon' bear witness to Team Madness versus a seemin'ly newcomer type of 'rangement of Talia Lea an' Zoe Larks..
Marci D'Abruzzo: And we will get to see my boy Kace Levine take that loudmouth Jacob Striker down a peg or fifteen! That's gonna be GREAT tv. Also, in our headliner, we can't forget about AOI taking on the seemingly formidable Morgan Malice..
Krystal Kirk: But we all be waitin' for this main event! This NO DESSERTS BARRED between the Bufords an' da Drakes. Tanight is gon' be off the chain!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Well let's quit jawjackin' about it and actually DO it, Kirk!
Krystal Kirk: Wait.. I just got word from da office. We be goin' backstage right bout now!
The masked woman from Legendary walks into the view of the camera. Dressed in a black robe and the black mask as before, the only thing the camera can see of her upper body is her striking dark brown eyes.
Woman: I know that you are all wondering a few things. Who is the woman that took out Taryn Willow and why did she do the things she did? I am here tonight to answer them.
The woman grabs a handful of the mask at the top of her head, pulling it off in one swift motion as long, black almost waist length hair with platinum blonde streaks drop out leaving everyone wondering how it all fit. She smiles as the camera pans up to reveal her almost angelic appearance. She drops the robe to showcase some pretty trendy clothes.
Rei Park: 여보세요... こんにちは, I am Reika Park... but you all can call me Rei. And before anybody asks, yes I know I have the same name as a certain actor. It is the reason why I chose to go by Rei, and name a move after one of his portrayals. That, and I am totally obsessed with Sailor Moon's Rei Hino, aka Sailor Mars. I am a Slytherin and I've come to 1WM to make a statement that I am more than just what you see.
Rei's eyes suddenly turn slightly darker.
Rei Park: What I witnessed at Legendary was appalling. The injustice laid down upon my friend Zaelie has put her on the shelf, costing her untold time on what is to be a blossoming career. What you saw at Legendary was only a taste at what I possess. Cassie, Jenni and that other one Fairy... Sorry, English is not my first language, or second for that matter. I mean t to say Faye. They will get to experience first hand what this cute and innocent looking half Japanese, half korean woman can really do. And those that are lucky enough to attend will get to witness the turning of a new leaf for me. A leaf where I will not only make my parents proud but show the world that I can do this... without my friend at my side for the time being.
A sigh escapes from Rei's gloss covered lips.
Rei Park: Good things come in small packages and while I am smaller than most, I make quite a mighty punch. Jenni might think she has this in the bag, Fairy, I mean Faye, might believe she stands a chance and Cassie... well given the fact I believe her to have the intellectual capacity of an amoeba, I doubt she will be a strong variable... or even one at all for that matter. Basically what I am saying is that I am going to rock your world and usher in a new reality to professional wrestling, specifically One Wrestle Movement. It is why I joined the movement after all.
When we come back to commentary, Krystal looks tentative, whereas Marci is wearing the most serene smile!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Ya know what? I like her. Don't at me.
Krystal Kirk: I just ain gon' think bout it too much. Here's Mari to introduce the openin' bout of da evenin'.
Mari Moon: Tonight's opening bout is scheduled for ONE fall and it carries a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first…
"Indestructible" hits the system and Lass Vodanya makes her way out onto the stage to a mixed reaction as she makes her way down the ramp.
Mari Moon: Coming to us tonight from St. Petersburg, Russia and weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty pounds. Ladies and gentlemen... LASS VODANYA!
Lass slides into the ring and paces in preparation for the match ahead.
Mari Moon: And her opponent…
"Come For Me" hits the system and the fans seem to be behind Zaelie as she hits the stage and makes her way down the ramp.
Mari Moon: Weighing in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds and coming to us from New York city, this is ZAILIE MARCUS!
Zaelie points to herself and grins as Mari announces her, and then she promptly meets Lass eye to eye and bows. Lass returns the slight bow.
Krystal Kirk: Dere may be some actual resPEK goin' on ere, Da Broozo!
*DING~DING~DING*
Marci D'Abruzzo: Ya know, I'm hoping Vodanya teaches this Zailie Marcus a lesson here tonight.
Zailie and Lass briefly circle before locking up in the middle. Lass immediately gets the go-behind and seizes Zailie in a waistlock.
Krystal Kirk: What freakin' lesson, Da Broozo? You just be wantin' erryone ta suffer.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Right?!
Zailie catches Lass with a back elbow before sweeping under and hauling her off for an irish whip, yet Lass reverses it, letting out a roar and immediately going for a brutal looking lariat.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh! That woulda been death, Marcus dodges out of the way! Nice elevation savate kick catching Vodanya across the jaw!
Lass staggers back before eating a boot to the midsection and doubling over. Zailie Marcus grunts with exertion as she takes Lass Vodanya over with a textbook Northern lights suplex and bridges.
ONE
TW…
Krystal Kirk: Zailie be tryin' for dat bodyscissors but Lass wit dat brute strength!!
The arena is in awe as Lass grasps Zailie around the throat with both hands and hauls her to her feet.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Yes! Brutalize her, Vodanya!
Lass unleashes with a flurry of forearm shots and right hand jabs, finally dropping Zailie to a knee with a devastating downward chop!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Mush heads!
Lass lets out another roar as she prepares to deliver another chop, and Zailie roars back as she catches Lass' wrist.
Krystal Kirk: An' now it's Marcus's turn ta unload! Chop afta chop afta chop!
Zailie's chop onslaught ends up with Lass bailed up in the corner. Zailie lets out a roar and she lines up to deliver another chop but Lass catches her wrist this time and Zailie slumps into the corner after a vicious headbutt.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Don't worry about her brain, she don't use it too much. Neither does the big girl for that matter.
Lass wastes no time ascending the turnbuckles and nailing Zailie with punches!
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EIGH…
The crowd suddenly goes nuts as Zailie ducks a punch and manages to get Lass up into position for her finisher!
Krystal Kirk: SNAPSH~
Marci D'Abruzzo: Vodanya wriggles free and lands on her feet!
Lass spins around and turns Zailie inside out with an impromptu lariat!
Marci D'Abruzzo: OH! BOOM! And there's that lariat Marcus didn't eat before!! Cover!
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The crowd is elated as Zailie gets the shoulder up, but she is definitely in Lass' control and Lass drags her groggy opponent to her feet easily.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Knee to the solar plexus from Vodanya. She's hooking her up for SOLSTICE…
Zailie is able to wriggle free out of the vertical position, but her feet catch the referee on the way down, knocking him out.
Krystal Kirk: Ref down! DA TWIST!! Marcus has DA TWIST locked in!
As soon as Zailie manages to drag Lass down, she's tapping, but the referee doesn't see it!
Krystal Kirk: Dat's it! Marcus has da match won!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Eh. Ref is out. Didn't happen.
Zailie relinquishes the hold and she rushes over to check on the referee, shaking him awake before turning back to eat a running spinning backfist!
Marci D'Abruzzo: But this happened! Cover by Lass!
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Marci D'Abruzzo: Ugh! I hate the rope break rule!!
Krystal Kirk: Zailie is still in dis dang it!!
Lass is frustrated and she lets out a roar as she drags her prone opponent to her feet easily once more.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Here we go, she's gonna drop Zailie right on her head this time! SOLSTI…
The crowd is on their feet once more as Zailie wriggles free and Lass finds herself up on Zailie's shoulders.
Krystal Kirk: SNAPSHO..wait!
Lass manages to wriggle free and roll through, sweeping Zailie into a really tight roll up, hooking her legs in!
ONE
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THREE!
*DING~DING~DING*
Mari Moon: The winner of this match, as result of a pinfall... LASS VODANYA!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Nice. Nice! I like it! Vodanya wins!
Krystal Kirk: Course ya do, Da Broozo! But Zailie sure don' look too happy! Can't say that I blame 'er none.
The camera pans to a shot of Zailie, handfuls of hair in both hands, angrily looking Lass right in the eye as Lass confidently walks back up the ramp with her arms held high, staring right back.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Hah! Yeah, Marcus ain't so great. I told ya all along, Kirk!
Krystal Kirk: A stinkin' roll up ain' measurin' da greatness of nuttin', Marci! Screw dis, let's be cuttin' backstage, yo!
The 1WM logo flashes on the screen briefly before the broadcast cuts backstage.
The camera opens catching up with the Starstrukk Princess; Talia Lea, it seems she was on a mission on finding Zoe Larks who she will be teaming up against to take on ‘The Madness’ Duo, Echo Layne and Alexadria tonight. Talia had a serious look on her face and she needed to know that Zoe has her back out there. Talia makes her way down the hallway towards the women’s locker room, as she walks inside, her voice is heard through the arena.
Talia Lea: Zoe you in here? I need to talk to you about tonight's match.
Zoe peeks out as she sees Talia. She smiles as she sees her.
Zoe Larks: Hey Talia. Relax, this match will be fine. I have your back.
Talia walks closer to Zoe. Giving her a smile back.
Talia Lea: You know I’ve got your back as well. I guess seeing their social media kinda has me so pissed off. They clearly don’t know who we are and underestimate us. They have no idea what we are capable of.
Talia turns around pacing the floor a little.
Talia Lea: I’m ready to beat them. I have more in ring ability than either one of them.. I’ve been doing this a lot longer than them.
Zoe Larks: Honestly I know what we can do. They might be friends and not a thrown together team, but teams like that can lose still. They are not unstoppable.
Talia nods her head agreeing with what she had just said.
Talia Lea: That’s True and sometimes it doesn’t always work out when they are friends. I mean if they do lose they will have to blame someone.
Talia lightly laughs, as she stops pacing and turns to Zoe.
Talia Lea: I know that we might not have anything in common, well maybe just the one thing, and that would be to win tonight.
Zoe Larks: Sometimes opposites attract thing. It can work with teammates as well. I could see it working out, maybe even more tag matches for us.
Zoe shrugs her shoulders lightly. She looks at Talia.
Zoe Larks: Either way, I may not tweet much, but I am serious about winning.
Talia Lea: I completely agree; I’d definitely team with you again and who knows what can happen. Yeah I haven’t really posted much as of late, but watching them make a fool out of themselves well.. that’s made me laugh.
Talia laughed a little as she started getting ready for their match.
Talia Lea: Better start getting ready for our match.
Zoe nods her head. She was glad they were on the same page.
Zoe Larks: Let's get ready. Show them we are on the same page.
The two continue to talk, going over their plans as the cameras fade out. The small crowd in the arena are responding pretty positively as we cut back to the commentary desk.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Awww. Ain't that sweet?
Marci makes fake gagging faces, along with the obligatory sounds. For a second, it looked as though KK was about to smack her upside the head, but she kept it together.
Krystal Kirk: Yanno what? No. We ain' doin' dis. We don' need da commen'try version of Stasi Hervhaux tanight!
Marci D'Abruzzo: It's Herveaux, you swine! Ugggh you piss me off sometimes!! You st…
Krystal laughs as the theme of Team Madness hits the system and Marci gets interrupted by "Shadow Boxing", the entrance music of Zoe Larks.
Mari Moon: The following is a tag team contest, scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds, this is ZOE LARKS! And her partner…
"Love and War" hits the system and the fans seem to perk right up!
Mari Moon: Coming to us tonight from Miami, Florida and weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, ladies and gentlemen, TALIA LEA! And their opponents...
The fans sound seriously unhappy as "Unbreakable" hits the system and Team Madness make their way down the ramp with an air of arrogance.
Mari Moon: Coming to us tonight at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty pounds, the tandem of Echo Layne and Alexandria Monroe - this is TEAM MADNESS!
*DING~DING~DING*
This match is kicking off with Monroe and Lea in the ring. Talia and Alexandria circle briefly before Monroe gets a sneaky eye rake on Lea when the referee isn't looking, seizing the chance to take her down to the mat with a hair grab takedown. The crowd voices their distaste as Monroe lays into Lea with repeated stomps before Talia is able to roll out of the way and get back to her feet.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Monroe being super aggressive early on! Oh do I like this.
Krystal Kirk: Course ya do. Talia gettin' back up, deep arm drag attemp' by Monroe, but reversal by Lea! Monroe back up! Hip toss by Lea..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Nice block, elbow to the head and swinging sideslam combination there by Monroe! She's pretty proud of herself and she damn well should be!
Krystal Kirk: Ya sposed ta r'main imparti-thingy!
Marci D'Abruzzo: F what I'm supposed to do, I've got money. Monroe dragging Talia to her feet, hauling her into the corner and tagging in Echo Layne! The party is really getting started now!
The fans once more voice their disapproval as Alex and Echo lay into Talia with stomps and right hands in the corner before the referee breaks it up and hustles Monroe out of the ring.
Krystal Kirk: Irish whip by Layne into da opposin' corner. OOF. Big clothesline!
Marci D'Abruzzo: And an inverted STO upon impact! Cover by Echo!
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Krystal Kirk: Talia gettin' da shoulda up! Both Larks and Monroe lookin' for da tag here! Dey both be reachin' out, they wanna get in dat ring!
Echo Layne drags Talia up and goes to ram her into Monroe's waiting boot in the corner.
Krystal Kirk: HAH! Talia lookin' alive right when she needs to an' givin' did team a taste of their own meds!
Alexandria tries to take her foot out of the way as she sees Talia reverse it, but Talia essentially bulldogs Echo's face into her foot, causing Echo to be out on her feet for a second.
Krystal Kirk: Facebreaka knee smash! Echo is down! Cover by Lea!
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Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh no. It's gonna take more than that to put away Echo Layne, dumbass!
Talia hauls Echo to her feet, seizes her in a headlock and tags in Zoe Larks to a sizable ovation.
Krystal Kirk: Talia lettin' go of Echo right in time for Echo ta eat a spinnin' heel kick!
Zoe doesn't waste any time hauling a groggy Echo back up to inflict more damage.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Why would you go for a high knee then and there? Idiot!
Echo Layne executes a picture perfect matrix style evasion, kips back up to her feet.
Krystal Kirk: Handspring back tilt-a-whirl headscissa take down! Quick tag to Alexandria!
Alex angrily runs in and drills Zoe with a hard elbow before swinging her into a modified Russian legsweep, going for the cover.
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The crowd boos and the referee starts his count as Alexandria abandons the pin attempt in favor of choking Zoe with both hands and slamming the back of her head into the mat repeatedly. Monroe knocks it off just in time before going for the cover once again.
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Krystal Kirk: Zoe Larks is still very much in dis!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Some people just don't know when they've been had!
Alexandria growls as she drags Zoe to her feet.
Marci D'Abruzzo: SEE? There's the ripcord, and here's the ROLLING ELB~
The fans are on their feet as Larks evades with help from a perfectly timed military roll before she springs back up...
Krystal Kirk: SHADOW BOXIN! OMG! I neva seen a grrl go down like dat since Marci's sista at the NYE party!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh that's real nice. It was her first kegstand! Regardless…
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The crowd BOO as Echo runs in and breaks up the pinfall attempt with a senton splash, also seemingly doing a lot of damage to Zoe's lower back. Before the referee hustles Echo out, Echo manages to drag her barely conscious partner on top of Zoe for a cover.
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Krystal Kirk: Kick out on two! What a fakkin' match, Da Broozo!
It's Zoe who is on the move first. The fans get behind her as she manages to drag Monroe back up, laying in a forearm. But it all falls apart as Zoe seems to have suffered a lot from Echo's running senton, and she drops to a knee, clutching her lower back.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Monroe is back to her senses and she's suddenly on fire! Right hand after right hand after right hand on Larks! Go! Go! Go! More!!
Krystal Kirk: You, ma friend, are a sadist. Anyhow, Irish whip into da corner by Monroe. No!
Larks is able to reverse and send Alex crashing into the corner instead, causing Echo to take a stray elbow to the face and fly off the apron to the floor.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Larks is in trouble with this lower back! The anger on Monroe's face as she steams outta that corner!
Alexandria Monroe lets out a roar as she springboards from the corner and leaps.
Krystal Kirk: IN DA SHADOWS OUTTA NOWHERE!!! Larks goddit ALL!!
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THREE!
*DING~DING~DING*
Mari Moon: The winners of this match as result of a pinfall, ZOE LARKS and TALIA LEA!
Larks' music hits the system and Talia runs in to celebrate with her, Talia catching Zoe with a look of concern as Zoe's back seems to give out once more and a look of utter agony crosses her face.
Krystal Kirk: Seriously. Congrats ta dese two. Dey pulled off a hell of an upset! I really hope Zoe is otay!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Sickening. Just plain sickening, the whole lot of this. We're gonna go to a commercial in an effort to knock this BS off.
When we come back from the break, suddenly through the arena’s speaker system, an accented voice suddenly emerges at which point several fans get to their feet as a fan pop explodes across the arena as the lights in the arena go out and one by one, thousands of cell phone lights key on until they light up the arena.
Voice: Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Once the voice is done speaking it quickly dives into a slow bassline intermittent with strong drumlines as Metallica’s “Murder One” begins to play.
One crown
Shines on through the sound
One crown
Born to lose
One man
Does not give a damn
One man
No excuse
Shines on through the sound
One crown
Born to lose
One man
Does not give a damn
One man
No excuse
At the top of the entrance way, the “Natural” Jacob Striker steps out in his ring gear with his signature noose draped around his neck-as he looks around the arena and starts to make his way down to the ring, high fiving or giving a fist bump to the occasional fan on the way.
Mari Moon: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it carries a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first...
Aces wild
Aces high
All the aces
Aces 'til you die
White lines fading
The iron horse rolls on and on and on
Aces high
All the aces
Aces 'til you die
White lines fading
The iron horse rolls on and on and on
Mari is about to announce Jacob Striker, but he picks up a mic before slipping into the ring as the music then cuts out and the lights go back to normal as the fans sing along with the song for another couple of moments, with Striker actually smiling as he listens and waits for them to finish. Mari shrugs and gets a brief pop of her own as she heads to the timekeeper table.
Jacob Striker: You know something? It is incredible that each and every time that I come out here, you One Wrestling Movement fans give me this level of love and respect that it’s not only encouraging but also energizing at the same time and you all know that the more hyped up I get, the more I tear shit up in that very ring!!
The fans explode with a face pop at the respect being shown to them.
Jacob Striker: Now first off, I feel that I need to give respects to both Erick and Molly. You see in my first match for this company, a part of me in the back of my head was concerned about how it would go like anyone who is new to a promotion, but I also had a pretty incredible match with two very talented wrestlers and I consider myself lucky for having worked with them that night. Now all of you out there in the crowd and watching on TV at home, you know that I don’t do one of these in ring things at ALL unless that I have something to say and I do have something to say because my respect to Erick and Molly isn’t the only thing on my mind at the moment.
Jake gets a serious look on his face for a moment as he gathers his thoughts.
Jacob Striker: Now I fully understand that a lot of people look at me and they tend to take a dim view at how I act or how I talk but the moment that they step into that ring with me is when they stopped being all funny and shit and realize that I live and breathe this sport, pure and fucking simple. Now I often get asked why I take myself and wrestling so seriously, and that is something that I get asked from backstage interviewers to kids at autograph signings to the girl taking my order at Wendys. Now to that, I've got three answers for you, it takes three things. It takes HEART, you got to love this business, you got a want to be a professional wrestler and I don't mean you just want it just laying in bed thinking about it. You are going to need to eat, sleep, and shit everything professional wrestling. And this has to be in the back of your head twenty four seven.
Two, you got to be genuine. People love to be fake, there ain't nothing fake about professional wrestling. You have to talk from the heart..you have to mean each and everything that you say and you have to look people in the eye when you talk to them. Your word means everything. And number three, you got to stand out. Do anything you can to be a wrestler you never got to see as a kid. Yeah, it's easy to be Graham Baker, it's easy to be Kai Stevens, it's easy to be anybody else but you have to be you. I practice everything that I preach and it shows each and every time that I come out here...unlike you, Kace Levine. Each and every time that you come out here, you think that you can’t be touched by anyone and tonight, tonight you think that you and that little mealworm of a manager of yours is going to walk down here to this very ring and beat me without a problem?
Slowly but surely a chant has slowly been building up and when it gets loud enough, Jacob holds his mic out.
Crowd: BULLSHIT… BULLSHIT… BULLSHIT… BULLSHIT… BULLSHIT…
Jacob Striker: That’s right, because you see Kace, in your case the eyes are useless when the mind is blind. Your mind cannot grasp the reality of what’s about to happen and that is your about to step into the ring with me, a man who’s a natural...a fucking *NATURAL*...at this sport and you’ve been wallowing in such an arrogant and blissful cloud of ill proven confidence in yourself that you have been doing nothing more than making high claims on Twitter while guzzling down one pumpkin spice low fat soy latte after another as your way of preparing for our match here at Glory….
Jacob quickly charges around the ring with an outstretched mic, catching all of the boos from the fans, as he runs in a full square in the ring before finally coming back to a dead stop dead center of the ring.
Jacob Striker: ...In front of all of these fans and these people have put all of their hard earned money down to witness me deliver yet another killer match right here for One Wrestling Movement...but instead, they have to put down their hard earned money to watch yours truly…[lets out a depressed sounding sound] carry your worthless, no talent, can’t be bothered to cut an actual promo *ASS* through a match until I finally make you tap out screaming in the middle of this here very ring...then I’ll do just that but you also have to remember that by that very same token, Kace, for every bit of arrogance that you’ve shown me leading up to this match, for each and every instant that you’ve spent more time on Twitter than preparing to give these fans’ their monies worth, then be fully prepared to walk away from our match tonight with blood seeping from your chest because tonight, I’m not holding anything back. And as these very fans will tell you, that’s when you need to start being really fucking scared of what will happen next because I am a *TRUE* student of the game of professional wrestling and from the moment that music of mine hits, you are at ground zero for the worst night of your entire career.
Jake then walks over to the side of the ring facing the entrance way and leans against the ropes, a hungry grin on his face.
Jacob Striker: So Kace, I know that you’re sitting back there in the locker room with the rest of the boys because despite your “advocate’s” claims that you have your own “private locker room”. I want you to understand that tonight, you’re going to get your own personal lesson in what it means to be a real wrestler. And as for your mouthpiece, one way or another he’ll be joining you on the ground tonight courtesy of the most devastating kick in the entirety of professional wrestling!!
The fans let off another round of face pop as Jacob flips the mic to the ring crew member as Kace's music hits the P.A and Jake paces in preparation as Kace makes his entrance, alongside his new executive representative, Joshua Samson.
Krystal Kirk: Jakey lookin' like he be ready ta go, so Levine figures he be doin' dis now?
Marci D'Abruzzo: Samson looking as handsome as ever.
Krystal Kirk: Ya gotta be kiddin me!
Mari Moon: And his opponent, from Miami Florida, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, this is Kace Levine!
*DING~DING~DING*
Levine immediately moves toward Striker who goes to circle, and there is a loud boo from the crowd as Joshua Samson, ESQ. sneakily grabs Jacob's ankle, tripping him up.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Hahahaha!
Jake is incensed as he gets to his feet, and as Striker goes to tell Samson to stay out of it, Levine runs in from behind and delivers a crushing axe handle blow to the lower back, dropping Striker to one knee.
Marci D'Abruzzo: That's how ya use your environment to your advantage, Levine!
The referee begins his count and there's another boo from the fans as Kace Levine uses the second rope to choke Jacob Striker, Samson being only too happy to help out on the outside. Right as the ref is about to disqualify him, Kace relinquishes and steps away from Striker.
Krystal Kirk: I sees what dey be playin at an' I don' like it!!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Nobody gives a crap what you like, Kirk. Levine dragging Striker to his feet now. Irish whip.
Levine throws a lariat Striker's way on the rebound, and Striker ducks and gets a go behind.
Krystal Kirk: Leghook belly to ba..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Levine manages to squirm free! Snap release german suplex and Striker lands hard! Standing double foot stomp by Levine and a cover!
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Krystal Kirk: An' Striker kickin' out right on two! Levine wastin' no time 'ere, takin' da arm! He be goin' for da tequila sunrise!
Jacob wows the fans as he manages to wriggle free and trap Kace in the kimura!
Krystal Kirk: Oh NICE ONE, Samson! Way ta cheat!
The fans boo Samson once more and he proceeds to act innocent as he manages to place Levine's foot on the bottom rope, forcing a break. Jacob is looking pretty ropable at this point!
Marci D'Abruzzo: What the heck are you on about, Kirk? That right there is a gentleman, and you will show him some resp...
Krystal Kirk: Blow it out cha ass, Da Broozo! Striker now, I fink he be goin' for da figure four sharp shootah!
Levine evades via hooking Striker's ankles and dropping him on his backside.
Marci D'Abruzzo: MUTATION! Levine has it cinched in tight!!
Another raucous boo emanates as Samson tries to add leverage to the hold, but the referee catches him in the act and warns him, also forcing Levine to break his hold. Samson achieves another boo by acting innocent once more.
Krystal Kirk: Can ya blame dese people fa how dey feel 'bout Samson? Geez!
Marci D'Abruzzo: You're blind, Kirk! And deaf! Never mind that now! Levine going for MUTATION again!
Jacob is easily able to evade the attempt and turn it into a small package!
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Krystal Kirk: Striker almost got 'im dere!
Jacob hauls Kace to his feet and Irish whips him into the corner hard, immediately running in for a corner lariat, and there's an even louder boo than before as Samson pulls Kace out to ringside at the very last second. Jacob furiously pumps the brakes!
Krystal Kirk: AGAIN wit Samson! I tell ya Levine is lucky dat guy is 'ere!
The referee starts to count as Jacob has had enough and he jumps out of the ring and once at ringside, makes a beeline for Samson!
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FOUR
Krystal Kirk: Typical! Samson WOULD run away!
As Striker runs around in circles after Samson, he is completely blindsided by lariat from Kace!
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN…
Kace wastes no time rolling Jacob inside and going for the cover.
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THR…
Marci D'Abruzzo: Who is paying this damn referee to count so slow?!
Kace arrogantly and brutally drags Striker to his feet by his hair, but Striker seems to be on jelly legs and falls down to one knee. Kace seems a bit more pissed off as he takes an arm and aggressively hauls Jacob up to his feet, kneeing him in the stomach and doubling him over.
Marci D'Abruzzo: It's over now! Suffer, Striker! KILLSHO~
Krystal Kirk: Wow! Striker is on his feet behind Levine! APOCALYP~
Levine manages to wriggle free and hits the ground running, Jacob angrily following suit.
Krystal Kirk: SAMSON!!!!
The fans boo louder than ever as Joshua snares Jacob's leg from ringside, and then promptly jumps up on the apron and delivers a modified neckbreaker!
Krystal Kirk: An' da referee dint see it!!!
The fans pop HUGE as Striker falls back, somehow manages to sidestep Kace's spinning heel kick and snaring him into the ideal position.
Krystal Kirk: LAMENT CONFIGURATION LOCKED IN! Levine got no choice!!
*DING~DING~DING*
Mari Moon: The winner of this match, as result of a submission, JACOB STRIKER!!
Krystal Kirk: HAH! Samson is ropable! But I don' think his anger is quite as hot as that of his client!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Yeah. Nice upset win, kid.
Krystal Kirk: Hardly an upset!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Agree to disagree with a side of you're wrong!
Krystal Kirk: Anyhoo. Let's go ta our next match shall we?
Mari Moon: The following is a singles match, scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first...
"Freak" hits the system and the fans are mostly on their feet for the bout ahead of them!
Mari Moon: Coming to us tonight from Adelaide, Australia. She weighs in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds - this is MORGAN MALICE!
Morgan hurries down the ramp and slides into the ring where she flexes and gives the fans a quick "gun show" in anticipation of her opponent.
Mari Moon: And her opponent...
The fans are elated as "Reincarnation" hits the system and AOI steps out from behind the curtain
Mari Moon: Hailing from Osaka, Japan and weighing in tonight at one hundred and forty five pounds...
AOI takes some time to high five the stretched out hands on her way down the ramp before finally sliding into the ring.
Mari Moon: Ladies and gentlemen, AOI!
*DING~DING~DING*
AOI and Morgan Malice circle each other. Both sizing the other up before engaging in a physical tie up. Finally they meet in the center ring and tie up. AOI and Morgan jostle for the strength advantage with Morgan finally getting the upper hand. Suddenly the crowd gets raucous.
Krystal Kirk: Wassup 'ere? Da fans are on their feet!
Marci D’Abruzzo: Here it comes, look out!
From the crowd, Solomon Monster hops over the guardrail and makes a B-line for the ring. He slides under the ropes and charges the unsuspecting female grapplers. Solomon spears the both of them as the crowd gives the human monster hell for his action. The official calls for the bell, throwing out the match.
Marci D’Abruzzo: It’s Solomon Monster and he's taking out the trash! Haha!
Krystal Kirk: Dis is woeful!
Marci D’Abruzzo: This is poetry in motion, my friends!
Solomon gets up and devilishly eyes both women. He takes a step forward and AOI rolls out of the ring, leaving Morgan Malice in the ring with Solomon.
Krystal Kirk: AOI is a stinkin' yellow belly sell out!
Marci D’Abruzzo: I’d do the same to you if we were in there!
Krystal Kirk: I'd jus fakkin' eat cha fore the match even started ya bony bit..
Marci D'Abruzzo: C'MON SOLOMON! GET YA PULL! Don't hold back!
Solomon grabs Morgan by the hair as she clenches her ribs. AOI looks freaked as she walks back up the ramp. Solomon glares at AOI as he effortlessly hoists Morgan up on his shoulders.
Krystal Kirk: Don't cha do it, Solomon Monsta!!
Solomon nods at AOI sinisterly before planting Morgan with his Argentine backbreaker. Morgan lets out a desperate scream before going limp and silent.
Marci D’Abruzzo: He broke Morgan in half! She ain't moving a muscle!
AOI shakes her head in disbelief as Solomon rises to his feet. He points at AOI, challenging her to return to the ring, who screams “NO.” Solomon nods in the affirmative and AOI flips him off.
Krystal Kirk: AOI wants nuttin' to do with Solomon Monsta!
From the back walks Erick St. John. The crowd goes into a frenzy as he walks up behind AOI.
Marci D’Abruzzo: Here we go!!
Krystal Kirk: Erick St. John is now out ere!
ESJ grabs AOI’s head from behind and smirks vilely at her. AOI screams for dear life but is overpowered by ESJ. He drags her back to ringside kicking and screaming and rolls her into the ring.
Krystal Kirk: Dis disgustin', y'all know dat! Who do dese two guys tink dey are?!
Solomon lays a couple stiff boots into AOI’s midsection. ESJ nods at Solomon who then lifts AOI up on his shoulders. AOI screams bloody murder as Solomon drops her too with the Argentine backbreaker. AOI’s screams go silent after a sick thud.
Marci D’Abruzzo: ESJ and Solomon Monster have formed a bond since debuting here in 1WM. They are determined to show the new generation of wrestlers the ropes of our sport whether they like it or not. And y'all know they don't like it. But f*ck them!
ESJ and Solomon raise their arms in victory much to the chagrin of the capacity Glory crowd.
Coming Soon
We got a shot of the ringside area before the main event. Surrounding the ring are tables with an endless number of desserts displayed on them.
Mari Moon: The following contest is our main event! It is a tag team match and there are NO DESSERTS BARRED!
The crowd cheers.
Mari Moon: The only way to win this contest is by pinfall or submission!
“Texas Longhorns Fight Song” plays. The Bufords walk into the arena. Papa Ray, wearing his cowboy hat and burnt orange tracksuit, looks determined while Barry Ray looks depressed, wearing the shock collar that his father is making him wear to stop him from eating any of the desserts.
Mari Moon: Introducing first, from Grand Prairie, Texas, weighing in at a total combined weight of 525 lbs., Papa Ray and Barry Ray, The Bufords!
A mix of cheers and boos fill the arena. The Bufords get in the ring. Papa Ray shadow boxes while Barry Ray just stands in the corner with his head down. “Bury Me Alive” by Breaking Benjamin plays. Alex and Zora Drake walk into the arena.
Mari Moon: And their opponents, weighing in at a total combined weight of 341 lbs., Zora Drake and “Mr. Fantastic” Alex Drake!
The Drakes march down to the ring, looking like they’re prepared to do battle against their sworn enemies.
*DING~DING~DING*
The bell rings. Alex immediately goes after Papa Ray with a double leg take down. Barry Ray snaps out of his melancholy at the sight of his father being manhandled and throws Alex with a release German suplex, which sends him to the outside floor. Barry Ray goes to follow him out, but Zora grabs his arm. Barry Ray turns around to strike, but seeing that it’s Zora causes him to pause. She has her fist cocked back, too, but she can’t bring herself to hit him. The hesitation causes Papa Ray to clothesline Zora from behind. Barry Ray looks conflicted as he sees his father take down Zora, but becomes preoccupied when Alex grabs his foot and pulls him out to the outside floor, where he smashes Barry Ray’s face into one of the tables, followed by a whip into the steel ring steps. Alex charges and hits a running knee to the face of Barry Ray. He looks into the ring and sees Papa Ray rubbing Zora’s face into the mat. He grabs the first dessert he sees, a chocolate cake on a beautiful piece of china. Picking up the whole plate, he gets back in the ring and smashes the plate over the back of Papa Ray’s head. Papa Ray falls onto his back. Alex grabs him by the back of his collar and smushes his face into the cake.
Alex Drake: How do YOU like it?!
He finally relents and we got a shot of Papa Ray’s face entirely covered in chocolate frosting.He gets to his hands and knees, but Zora hits him with a basement Zorakick. She covers.
One…
Two…
Barry Ray reaches into the ring and pulls Zora off of his dad to break up the pin. Barry Ray climbs onto the apron. Alex charges, steps off Zora’s back, and attempts a Whisper in the Wind, but Barry Ray catches him and throws into one of the dessert tables with a fallaway slam. Barry Ray falls to the outside floor as well and takes a few seconds to get to his feet, where he’s met with Taking to the Air by Zora. She gets back to her feet, but Papa Ray reaches over the top rope, grabs her by the hair, pulls her up to the apron, and gives her a forearm club over her chest. She collapses to the floor. Papa Ray goes to the outside and stands over Barry Ray.
Papa Ray: C’mon, boy, get up!
Barry Ray is dazed, so Papa Ray takes matters into his own hands. He grabs Alex by the hair and drags him over to a table containing a fondue fountain. He told Alex’s face under the hot, dripping chocolate, which pours into Alex’s left eye. Alex yelps as his left eye burns. He’s able to drive an elbow into Papa Ray’s gut and escapes from his clutches. He yells “Get me some fucking water” to anybody at ringside that will listen. A fan gets his attention and hands him their bottle of water. Alex opens it and pours it into his left eye, doing his damndest to rid it of the burning chocolate. Once he’s finished, he turns and grabs one of the fondue skewers off the table. He grabs Papa Ray and turns him around, but finds that Papa Ray has a skewer of his own. They stare at each other, waiting for the other one to strike, suddenly, they both stab each other in the head at the same time. They both stumble backwards, holding their hands on their respective wounds. They charge back at each other and stab each other again. After another second of backing away, they grab each other and just start stabbing each other in the head rapidly. The crowd is going nuts at the level of gore being displayed. They both finally collapse, their faces the epitome of crimson masks. Zora crawls toward Alex and checks on him. She looks over at Papa Ray furiously, grabs the fondue fountain, lifts it over her head, and smashes it down on him. Out of nowhere, Barry Ray scoops up Zora and gives her a running guardrail tackle.
Barry Ray: I’m sorry, Mrs. Fantastic, but you gotta stop hurtin’ my daddy!
He stands up and backs away from her but gets hit with a low blow from Alex. Barry Ray falls to his knees, allowing Alex to give him a Shining Wizard. He rolls Barry Ray back into the ring and turns towards Zora and points to a nearby tray of cupcakes.
Alex Drake: Bring those into the ring.
Zora pulls herself up and grabs the cupcake. While she does that, Alex looks under the ring and pulls out a pair of handcuffs.
Inside the ring, Alex handcuffs Barry Ray’s hands behind his back. After that, Zora hands the cupcakes to Alex. He gives her instructions. She gets Barry Ray into a seated position and wraps her legs around his waist. Then, she tries to pry his mouth open. Barry Ray resists, so she pinches his nose. He tries to keep his mouth shut, but his need for air finally forces him to open his mouth. With her free hand, she grabs his jaw. Now with Barry Ray’s mouth wide open, Alex slowly and menacingly shoves a cupcake into Barry Ray’s mouth, causing his shock collar to go off. Barry Ray starts convulsing. He becomes too much for Zora to restrain and she lets go. Barry Ray gets to his knees and starts spitting the cupcake out of his mouth, coughing up the remains of the cupcake that got stuck in his throat. Alex yells to Zora.
Alex Drake: Wrap him up again!
She looks concerned.
Zora Drake: No, Alex, that was enough.
Alex Drake: WRAP HIM UP AGAIN!
She tentatively complies.
Barry Ray: Oh, please, not again!
Alex goes to shove another cupcake into his mouth, but Papa Ray gets in the ring and intercepts by stabbing Alex in the hand with his skewer. Alex yawps and drops the cupcake. Papa Ray throws him out of the ring through the ropes. Zora gets up and goes after Papa Ray, but she slips on the cupcake and falls to her back. Papa Ray drops an elbow on her and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
She kicks out. Papa Ray takes the shocker off of Barry Ray and puts it around Zora’s neck. He picks up one of the cupcakes and tries to force it into Zora’s mouth, but Alex makes the save with a steel chair to Papa Ray’s back. Papa Ray stumbles through the ropes and out to the floor. Zora takes off the shocker. Her and Alex grab Barry Ray and whip him into the corner. Alex charges but Barry Ray backdrops him over the top turnbuckle. He then runs at Zora and gives her the Necessary Roughness. She flies out of the ring. Barry Ray goes after Alex. He attempts another running guardrail tackle, but Alex moves out of the way, causing Barry to crash into the guardrail.
Alex and Papa Ray look at each other from across the ring. Both of them grab a pie and roll back into the ring. Each has their pie cocked back to launch at the other, but they both stop short, waiting for the other to attack just like the skewer fight from before. However, Zora and Barry Ray get into the ring with pies of their own. Zora has her pie aimed at Papa Ray while Barry Ray has his aimed at Alex. Alex fires first at Papa Ray. Barry Ray throws his at Alex. Zora ends up throwing her’s at Barry Ray, and finally Papa Ray throws his at Zora. All four participants have pie filling on their face as they fall to the ground.
Crowd: THIS-IS-AWE-SOME! :clap clap clap clap clap: FIGHT-FOR-EV-ER! :clap clap clap clap clap:
Alex and Zora get to their feet first. They go to the outside and grab a table, causing its contents to spill all over the floor. They throw the table over the top rope and into the ring. They set it in the middle of the ring and lay Papa Ray on it. Alex and Zora each pick a corner and climb to the top rope, looking to put Papa Ray through the table, but out of nowhere, Barry runs up the ropes and throws Alex with The Longest Yard (avalanche overhead release belly to belly suplex). Papa Ray moves out of the way and Alex goes through the table. Zora is in a state of shock, which allows Papa Ray to shake the top rope and cause her to fall to the mat.
Papa Ray: Barry Ray, get another table!
Barry Ray goes to the outside and grabs a table. He’s temporarily distracted by the dessert on top of it.
Papa Ray: C’mon, boy! Don’t get lost on me now! We got this in the bag!
Barry Ray has an internal struggle. All he wants to do is eat a sweet treat, but he also wants to please his father. In frustration, Barry growls loudly.
Barry Ray: GARRRRRRR!
He picks up the table and throws it into the ring. He gets in and grabs Zora from Papa Ray.
Barry Ray: I’m gonna end this right now!
Papa Ray is very happy with the sudden new aggressiveness shown by this son.
Papa Ray: That’s my boy!
Papa Ray sets up the table while Barry Ray traps Zora in a full nelson, getting ready to put her through the table with Varsity Blues, but before Barry Ray can get off the move, Papa Ray stops him.
Papa Ray: Hold on, Barry Ray! Please, give me the pleasure of puttin’ this vixen through the table and finisin’ her once and for all!
He doesn’t even wait for an answer as he pulls Zora away from Barry Ray and puts her in a full nelson of his own. Barry Ray looks into the eyes of Zora, which look completely helpless. Barry Ray snaps out of his anger and feels compassion for Zora.
Papa Ray: Here we go! 1! 2! 3!
Papa Ray goes to lift Zora, but Barry Ray grabs her and prevents the move. The crowd cheers. Papa Ray lets her go and gets in Barry Ray’s face.
Papa Ray: Boy, what are you doin’?! We had the match won! What is goin’ through that thick skull of yours?!
Barry Ray: She’s my friend, Papa!
Papa Ray: Boy, how many times I got to tell ya, ya don’t need no friends! Ya need to win!
Barry Ray: I’m sorry, Papa, I just can’t…
Unexpectedly, Alex grabs Barry Ray from behind and slams him with Blue Magic right through the table. Alex gets up and stalks Papa Ray, who backs away.
Papa Ray: Now, hold on here, Mr. Fantastic. We can work this out. I can be your coach, too, just like Barry Ray. I can take you to the top of 1WM, you and ya wife both!
He keeps backing up until Zora comes up from behind him and chickenwings his arms.
Alex Drake: How about this for dessert?
He hits Papa Ray with DisHonored and then grabs him in a double chickenwing of his own, allowing Zora to kick Papa Ray with a Zora kick. Alex releases Papa Ray, who falls to his knees. The Drakes both back up and give Papa Ray stereo superkicks. Alex covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The ref calls for the bell and the crowd cheers.
*DING~DING~DING*
Mari Moon: The winners of this contest, Zora Drake and “Mr. Fantastic” Alex Drake!
“Bury Me Alive” plays as The Drakes pose on the turnbuckles for the crowd. Barry Ray comes to and gets to his knees. The Drakes walk up to him. After a brief staredown, Alex lends out his hand and helps Barry Ray get back to his feet. The three hug and Barry Ray lifts their hands in the air in victory. Zora picks up one of the cupcakes from before and hands it to Barry Ray, who is finally able to enjoy a dessert after being prevented from doing so for a month. Papa Ray regains consciousness. He sees the scene unfolding in the ring and just shakes his head in shame.
We get one last shot of The Drakes posing on the turnbuckle and Barry Ray gobbling up his cupcake before the screen fades to black.
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