Post by Cedric Southern on Aug 16, 2020 1:15:55 GMT -8
The fourth installment of One Wrestle Movement Glory opens up with a brief pyrotechnics display while the opening video package plays on the 1Tron, accompanied by Glory's new theme song.
Krystal Kirk: WOAH! Ayyy, OneDub peeps! We be ‘ere tanight at the Dahlberg Arena in Missoula, an'.
Marci growls audibly into her mic before she takes over.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Why oh why must I sit here on the fifteenth of every month and ENDURE this sh...
Krystal Kirk: We gots us a jam packed night of action! We gon' be seein' some epic debuts, Da Broozo! Yo we got us some six person tag team action, we get to see a client of dat empty suit Joshua Samson apparently gettin' to right some kinda wrong or somethin'...Iunno..
Marci D'Abruzzo: You know damn right that was an injustice, Kirk! Striker's ass is grass! My boy Kace is gonna see to it. Anyhoo, I'm gettin' mad thinkin' about it. What else have we got? And why the heck is the ring concealed by a gigantic curtain right now?
Marci was right. For some reason, there was a huge, ornate looking canvas curtain hanging from the lighting trusses. It appears to be on some kind of pulley system, but there doesn't seem to be a reason for it.
Krystal Kirk: I really gots no idea why that super expensive looking curtain is there, Da Broozo. I figure your rich ass oughta know! But KK be d'gressin! We gon' see Alex Drake get his shot at the PRIDE title tanight, o' course! Dat's our main event! It's gon' be...
The arena lighting dims right down as a scene comes up on the 1Tron and a wave of confusion washes over the fans in the arena as they proceed to watch.
WE GOT A BODY OVER HERE!!
There was a crowd gathered backstage as a Medic hurries into the scene. The person was on their back and had blonde hair long enough to be female or that of a male wrestler from the 90s. The EMT gets closer and his expression goes crooked.
EMT: What the..
Startled awake. Jason Cashe pops up from the ground. The blonde wig on his head falls off. There were a few gasps, jumps as he shot up so quickly it scared a few people. Looking around, it takes a minute for Cashe to remember where he was. A good indicator was the 1WM Shirt he was wearing.
EMT: Can you hear me sir? Are you in need of assistance?
Jason Cashe: Huh? Nah, I'm good.
Trying to get up off the ground. Cashe shakes off his sleepy daze as the EMT grabs him by the arm to give him help standing. Some in the crowd whisper about drug use but hearing those whispers, Cashe laughs.
Jason Cashe: I'm not on drugs and if needed, I can piss in your mouth and bet I'll pass a test.
EMT: That is gross and not needed. Why are you sleeping in the hallway? Are you sure you're alright?
Yanking his arm free from the EMT. Cashe turns and picks up the blonde wig he had been wearing off the ground. Returning it to his head, it was messy and crooked. He adjusted some strands of hair so he can see, he clears up any confusion.
Jason Cashe: Okay.. I'm a little buzzed but did you see that match? Who wouldn't catch a buzz from that? Look, I wanted a moment to feel what it was like to be a blonde girl with hopes and dreams.. And I.. I guess I fell asleep. Daydreaming is really relaxing but as you seen, daydreams become daymares for some. I'm good, I'm fine.
Those in the gathered crowd scoff and begin to leave. The EMT remained. Still unsure if Cashe was truly alright.
EMT: Are you SURE you don't need any help?
Hearing the question but it's ignored as Cashe's eyes turn just in time to see a beautiful, gorgeous, lovely woman come around the far corner of the hallway. His eyes stuck to her like a magnet to metal. Shoving the EMT aside, Cashe casually brushed the wig off his head. Now the female was looking at his approach to her, neither showed any expression as they moved towards each other.
Beauty: Hey there..
She had brown hair and these cute piercings on each of her cheeks. Cashe didn't respond, he just lifted her up by her armpits and she broke into a smile (which is rare). He spun her high and around in a circle before bringing her down to her feet. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, he hugged her back. Josslyn Spencer was her name and Cashe seemed like a kid in a candy store with her being present. They came apart and she seemed antsy.
Josslyn Spencer: I need to pee! Where is the bathroom?
Cashe nods and points to a nearby door. She had a long flight from Malibu but she came to see him. As she leaves for the bathroom door, the camera follows her and Cashe pulls it back towards himself.
Jason Cashe: She is crazy beautiful isn't she? I'm not sure if I'm a good friend or it's moving to a closer relation but I don't really care. See, a bad seed such as myself needs a flower in the dead field of burnt pastures. She has been that. With all around me falling apart there has to be a light in the darkness. Outside of that ring, I've seen and felt the loss of many things. Friends turned to fiends wanting to see my downfall. I don't deserve her and just the same.. I don't deserve to be out in that ring doing what I fucking LOVE to do!
I am not someone who will base my whole world around a relationship. Whatever her and I become? That's our business. You see a criminal before you who won't hesitate to take what I want. I deserve no respect, I deserve my just dues and shit piled against me but to take from this taker? Well shit.. You can have a rope around your neck and still can't hang as long and as consistent as I have in this business! You want to beat me. Plenty folks have but where I fall, I find cause to rise. So stand before me. Assume what you will and label me whatever.. I is who I is like Popeye and what I will be in One Movement? Nothing less than Legendary, living life recklessly! My Hand Raised, that's the game plan.
Moments later, his eyes get brighter as he looks and sees Josslyn exit the bathroom. It was as if the villain in him became lighter hearted. The two turn from the cameras and head away from the scene.
The fans in the arena had been steadily laughing at the antics of this newcomer throughout the entire thing, and so had Krystal Kirk. Marci, on the other hand, did not seem amused one iota. As the lights in the arena return to normal, Marci D'Abruzzo's face is twisted into a deep scowl.
Krystal Kirk: Whatsamadda wit chu, Da Broozo? Ya lookin' like ya tampon in sideways!
Marci D'Abruzzo: ARGH! Help! Idiots as far as the eye can see!!
The fans in the arena suddenly BOOOOOO when the cameras pan over to the ring and the curtain slowly raises to reveal what must be a jarring scene for a lot of the fans.
Krystal Kirk: I tell you what, I’ve seen sum things, but never, ever, have I seen this type of thing go down in a wrestling ring!
The cameras cut to “Pretty” Ricky Stanton sitting at what appears to be a dinner table set up in the ring. He’s got French Maids getting the plates set and they’re bending over unnecessarily as they do so. Ricky is sitting at the table smiling as he dips his finger into one of the cream pies. There is steak, potatoes, green beans, several different types of cakes all on the table. The ladies then line up behind Ricky as he is handed a mic. Fans are booing loud.
Crowd: GETTTTTT OUTTTTT...GETTTTTT OUTTTT!
PRS: SHUT UP YOU GIANT PALMETTO BUGS!!!
Marci D'Abruzzo: What the…
Krystal Kirk: Don’t know..not gon try…
PRS: TONIGHT ON GLORRRRYYYYY! I decided to enjoy myself since I can’t wrestle. And since I can’t wrestle that means I can revert back to my other hat as the MAJORITY STAKEHOLDER IN 1WM! HEY YOU! UP FRONT! SHUT UP! YOU AND YOUR DOUBLE CHINS! LOOKING LIKE YOU’RE STARING AT ME OVER A STACK OF PANCAKES!
Fans boo even louder!
PRS: But I digress! I’VE DECIDED that since I cannot compete at the moment, along with my counterparts at Emeritus, then I’m going to host a Dinner Party...TONIGHT! Right here! And I’m double honored to have my lovely lady here the elegant and sexy Abby McApple!
Abby: Thanks dear, this setup is lovely! I cannot imagine why anyone wouldn’t want to enjoy our party this evening!
Marci D'Abruzzo: And Ricky Stanton is pretty much saying we all have to wait on him to be done with this dinner party before the show can begin?
Krystal Kirk: He think tha show wrapped round him.
Just then “Old School” by Tupac plays and the members of Emeritus, Jenni Drew, Solomon Monster, and Eric St. John, come down ringside as the fans continue to boo louder.
PRS: I’m so glad you could show up! Just come on down and grab a seat! Might as well enjoy the time off! HEY HELP! HAND THE FOOD OUT!
The Maids jump to the ready as they begin to serve. Solomon produces a lighter from his pocket and sparks up the cigar hanging from his mouth.
PRS: You see people! This is the Diamond Life! This is what it’s like at my level! You people eat GAS STATION PIZZA AND BEAR CLAWS!
Moments later Supreme MMA Reps come down the ramp along with the Supreme MMA Heavyweight Champion Bo.A. Constrictor! He holds up the title as he makes his way into the ring. Everyone daps up Bo as he takes his seat with the reps...following close behind is Ya Girl Q! She takes a seat right beside Ricky as Abby teases him about it off mic.
PRS: STANTON ENTERPRISES RUNS THE SHOW AND EVEN MMA! We got The Cobra in the House!!!! We got Ya Girl Q here! Hold up I think I got one more guest!!
“Bleed It Out” by Linkin Park hits the speakers as the crowd surprisingly pops!
Marci D'Abruzzo: WHAT THE HELL!!!!!
Krystal Kirk: JAMES RAVEN!!!!!!
James walks ringside as cameras flash crazy. He shakes Ricky’s hand as the crowd returns to boos and takes a seat and starts eating...Just then Cain Dominguez comes to the ramp and the crowd cheers.
Cain: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? Really Stanton? YOU’RE SUSPENDED!
PRS: Cain you’re NOTHING TO ME and I am ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT! What! You gonna stop me by yourself tough guy!!!
Just then Lash comes out and they look at each other and rush the ring! Everyone in the ring stands up as Cain and Lash slide in!. They pick up two pies and hurl them at Ricky and Abby! Abby stands there soaked in Apple Pie! Ricky is in Banana! Q hid under the table as James Raven hurls three chicken legs! Cain makes a dive for Ricky, but Ricky gets out the way fast enough with Abby! The food fight is on ringside as everyone now is either fighting in the ring or on the table!
Seconds later 1WM Security rushes the ring! The waitresses have fled the scene! A bowl of green beans is thrown as Erik St. John dives to protect his fiancee but she’s hit from the side by a hurling of Chocolate cake! Stanton meanwhile, with Abby at his back are hurling rolls and chicken at everyone that comes their way! Solomon Monster has picked up Lash and hurled him out the ring. Ricky grabs his mic!
PRS: YOU TWISTED SONS OF BITCHES! This was my party! My dinner party and you ruined it! You cannot arrest James Raven! He’s a national treasure!
Meanwhile James Raven has been escorted out the ring by SE Goons as they make a quick exit through the crowd. Supreme MMA and Bo.A. Constrictor have done the same as they break out over the barrier to escape capture. 1WM Security finally gets control and escorts everyone out the ring but Ricky, who cites his status as a Major Shareholder and yells at Security not to touch him! He grabs Abby by the hand as Q comes from under the table finally as people clap! She takes her “go plate” and heads up the ramp.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Someone should actually see to it that those idiots, Cain Dominguez and Lash Donohue, are promptly penalized for their infractions tonight!
Krystal Kirk: Look, unda 1WM's strict guidelines, dey very well might be! Oh gosh we are so far b'hind on dis broadcast! Let's go to our opening match!
Oliver Black v Mason Roenick v Cold Addams v Desmond Creed
DING DING DING!!!
Our opening match starts off hot as Mason Roenick sends Oliver Black to the outside with a big crossbody while Desmond Creed sends Cold Addams into the corner with a big spinning heel kick! Roenick and Black brawl on the outside, while Creed and Addams fight in the ring! Creed tries for a backfist, followed up by a rolling suplex, and then a spinning heel kick to take Addams down, covering, but only netting a one and a half! Addams tries to shift the momentum with a headbutt as Creed tries to get him back up, followed up by a snap suplex into the corner! He follows up with a running forearm as Creed tries to recover, but Creed sends him onto the apron and blasts him with a pele! Creed tries to drag him out and go for a Powerbomb onto the apron, but Addams manages to counter, taking Creed down with a big ‘rana that sends Creed back-first into the apron! Addams tries for a dropkick-AND HE DROPKICKS CREED INTO BLACK AS BLACK ROUNDS THE CORNER! Addams spots Mason Roenick, who appears to be nursing a blow to the head, and he gets a running start for a big dropkick, but Roenick catches him INTO A BELLY-TO-BELLY INTO THE BARRICADE! Addams cries out in pain as Roenick drags him back into the ring! He looks for his Final Kiss, but Addams counters and rolls him back through into a jumping DDT of his own! He follows up as Roenick gets back to his feet with a massive headbutt, before looking for his Iced Out, but Oliver Black COUNTERS WITH A MASSIVE LEAPING CROSSBODY THAT TAKES ADDAMS DOWN MID KICK! He covers-AND ADDAMS KICKS OUT AT TWO!
Marci D'Abruzzo: My boy Ollie nearly had it then!! Damn that ice cream man and his tenacity!
Krystal Kirk: No time for dat now! What a supahkick!!
Black gets his heater as he takes Roenick to class with a big superkick to the dome, sending Roenick down to his knees before taking Addams out with a handspring back elbow! He rolls to his feet as Addams tries to get back to his, and tries for another superkick, but Addams rolls him through into a Single Leg Boston Crab! Black looks to struggle, but Roenick has other ideas as he grabs hold of Addams, still staggering-AND SLAMS HIM DOWN ONTO BLACK WITH A MASSIVE URANAGE! Black screams out in pain as more damage is done to his back, and Roenick throws Addams off as he tries to pull Black up for another Uranage, but Black has other ideas as he manages to pop up off of Roenick and drill him with a big pele kick! Roenick staggers, and Black rushes forward-WE ARE THE WITCHES SHINING WIZARD! He collapses onto Roenick and tries for a cover, but at the last moment Desmond Creed breaks it with a double stomp! Creed pulls Black off of Roenick, and tries for a powerbomb, but Addams catches Creed with a big leaping forearm that turns Creed’s powerbomb into an Alley Oop that sends both him and Black down to the ground! Creed rolls outside as Black catches himself on the ropes, and Addams grabs Roenick, throwing him to the outside before trying for a dive onto him, but Roenick somehow catches him! Roenick looks to slam Addams down into Creed-BUT BLACK CATCHES ALL THREE MEN WITH A MASSIVE MOONSAULT TO THE OUTSIDE! THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!
Krystal Kirk: Gotta say I agree with deez people right now!
Marci D'Abruzzo: No-one cares, Kirk! Black back up now.
Black tries to drag Roenick back into the ring to look for his Darkness Falling Finisher as Roenick gets back to his feet, but Roenick counters into a massive last ride powerbomb into the buckles! Black goes down hard, and Roenick looks to capitalize, but Desmond Creed is back in with a backfist to Roenick and an attempt at a heel kick that stuns Roenick, but Cold Addams is quick with an Iced Out Cyclone Kick to Creed! Creed goes down, but before Addams can cover, Roenick jumps him with the LAST KISS DDT! Roenick rolls Addams over and covers, netting himself the three, the pin, and the win!
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: The winner of this match as result of a pinfall, MAAAAAASON ROOOOOENICK!
Krystal Kirk: An' jus like dat, Mason Roenick gets a HUGE vict'ry ere in Missoula!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Bullcrap. Serious bullcrap. I ain't gonna subject these poor fans to the indignity of an Oliver Black defeat, I'm getting word that we have a satellite transmission for y'all right about now.
VIA SATELLITE
The haunting sounds of a piano and woman’s humming creepily plays as the room begins to fill with a light gray smoke. Even the crackling is enough to send shivers down spines. The spotlight comes in ever so slightly on a red door.
“I see a red door and I want to paint it black. No colors anymore, I want them to turn black.”
As the song picks up tempo slightly, the red door is splashed with black paint at the top of the door, dripping down it’s length like thick black sludge… just like the prom scene from the 1976 movie “Carrie”. The song continues to play as the smoke grows thicker ever so slightly, continuously as the sensation grows creepier. After a few moments, the sound of heels on concrete echoes throughout as a womanly figure enters into view… but only from the knees up and it’s the back of the knees at that.
Voice: The red door… is pretty symbolic in a few ways. One, it represents the blood that has been spilled… or should I say yet to be spilled. There will be a lot of it flowing like the river Nile when Moses rammed his staff into its waters about as hard as Arley Kirk rammed the rod into her ass.
The womanly figure slowly starts walking towards the black paint splashed door.
Voice: But the color of the door also represents everything that is wrong with this company… with the 1WM World Heavyweight title division. For 8 long months the 1WM faithful have had to suffer through a boring ass title reign, a reign that was only started because someone who looks like a bonafide crack whore got lucky not once, but twice. And everyone who has stepped up to her since has been weak. Hell, I have even proved that one of those mutts is all bark and no bite, only able to do anything when he has help. Well the buck… it stops right here and the torch will be passed.
The camera pans backwards and up, revealing the curvy figure of the one and only Stasi Herveaux. Clad in a black lace crop top, black super skinny jeans and black high heels, the Russian speaking beauty tucks a section of her long black hair behind her ear as her crimson colored lips part into a slight smile.
Stasi Herveaux: People always say, “Oh Stasi, you’re so disrespectful. Why are you always talking down on people?” First off, bitch, when have I EVER claimed to be respectful? I have never been respectful and I’ll never be respectful. Well, to a few certain people I am, but they’re a lucky few. As for the speaking down thing, I don’t speak down to anyone, I just merely speak the truth and it’s up to those that hear it what they do with that information. It’s not my fault that 99.9% of them can’t handle it.
Stasi walks up to the door and plants her right hand right in the middle of the mucky black paint before smearing it all over her exposed torso. An evil like laugh begins to emanate from those dark crimson lips of Stasi.
Stasi Herveaux: Unlike our vain as fuck current 1WM Champion, I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. I don’t need to hide behind a mask whilst spewing bullshit that’s been twisted to fit my own personal agenda, trying to make myself look better. I don’t do any of that shit… I speak my mind, the truth, some real shit. Arley’s nothing but a lucky coward, hiding behind that mask for her own vanity under the guise of it being for my protection. The only thing being protected is her own, fragile ego. She plays to the plebians of the crowd, allowing them to fuel said ego in an attempt to bring some semblance of meaning to her otherwise meaningless life. If she didn’t have that title… she’d have nothing and would be just another trash wrestler. She did put the word trash in her own tag team name for crying out loud.
Shaking her head, Stasi puts her hand back to the paint on the door, smearing it all around while scooping up a handful of the sludge like paint into her hand.
Stasi Herveaux: I’m the breath of fresh air that this division needs. I’ve scratched and clawed my way to the position I’m in. I’ve earned the right to be here by winning all my matches but that god awful Pride of 1WM Championship battle royal. I’ve yet to be pinned and I’m not about to let Arley get the chance. I never got my rightful chance in IPW. so the fire that is within me burns even brighter and hotter than before. It’s time for a changing of the guard so that Arley “Crackhead” Kirk can learn her true and rightful place in this company… at the fucking bottom!
And before another word is uttered, Stasi hurls that handful of paint directly at the camera, wiping out the view as the “Paint It Black” cover by Hidden Citizens keeps on playing before finally fading out.
The crowd is going to town on Stasi Herveaux as her segment closes out and the cameras pan back to the commentary desk. Krystal looks quite perplexed, yet Marci had been steadily laughing this entire time.
Marci D'Abruzzo: You know she speaks the truth. Kirks are idiots, cowards and frauds!
Krystal Kirk: Lemme ask ya dis, Da Broozo. Has ya actually seen da state of our champion unda dat mask?
Marci D'Abruzzo: I know she's ugly as sin. I'm actually glad for that stupid looking thing. I guess she is protecting us!
Krystal Kirk: Are you outta ya mind? Ugly? Arley?
Marci remains stone faced and shrugs as KK rolls her eyes and shakes her head and then continues.
Krystal Kirk: Ya know sumtin'? No-one seen her witout dat mask since Dokueki bit her face over two monfs ago, Da Broozo! Not even me, her cuz! Not even her little bruv. Not Tigger. Not nobody! She refuses to take it off. I ain't biased ere, I jus sayin'. I'm 'clined ta b'lieve her.
Marci D'Abruzzo: You're also inclined to believe that a...argh forget it, I'm not getting into the kinda make believe shit you're into, Kirk! Let's get to our next match already!
Rei Park v Jenni Drew
DING DING DING!!!
Jenni Drew and Rei Park rapidly circle as they exchange verbal barbs back and forth. Jenni moves in for the lock up, yet Rei evades via a cartwheel and catches Drew with an arm drag. Both women back to their feet and Jenni catches Rei with an arm drag of her own. Both women to their feet and both of them hit the ropes.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Rei Park goes sliding on her belly, forcing Jenni Drew to leap over her and hit the ropes..
Krystal Kirk: Drew comin' back wit a springboard flyin' crossbody! But Park wit da sidestep an' Jenni eats canvas!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Double knee drop to the back of the head! Cover by Park and just barely getting a two count there.
Rei Park attempts another double knee drop, but this time it's Rei's turn to get nothing but canvas as Drew rolls out of the way. Taking advantage of Rei's impact shock, Drew drags her back up to her feet.
Krystal Kirk: Standin' Spanish fly by Jenni Drew, an'...
The fan volume jumps quite a bit as Rei manages to anchor her legs around the throat of her opponent and reel her into her patented tilt a whirl headscissors, completing the circuit with a nasty looking standing armbar!
Krystal Kirk: Look at da angle Rei Park be gettin' on dat move! I tell ya, Da Broozo. Ya scrawny ass won't last four seconds!
Jenni Drew fights desperately to escape the armbar, only getting free by managing to get a hand to the ropes. Rei relinquishes the hold before delivering a harsh Mongolian chop for Drew's trouble. Irish whip into the corner by Park!
Krystal Kirk: Ere ya go, Rei Park be steamin' in! Dere is dat handspring! Da stinger spla...oh GEEZ!
Drew catches Park with an impromptu big boot out of the corner and nails the running Tornado DDT!
Krystal Kirk: She calls dat da Final Act and she gets da cover!
ONE
TWO
Rei Park manages to get a foot to the bottom rope!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Goddamn it! The match continues! I think Jenni Drew has had enough though!
In her haste to drag Rei to her feet, Drew left herself wide open for Rei to blast her with forearm shots and a European uppercut!
Krystal Kirk: Rei Park be hookin' Jenni Drew up for dat BURNIN MANDALA!
Halfway up, Jenni's legs kick wildly and...
Krystal Kirk: CUTTIN DA STRINGS!
With superb timing, Rei manages to backroll at the apex and reel Jenni into a cradle pin, yet Jenni gets lucky with the momentum and she herself rolls through into the pin, throwing all her weight on it!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING DING!!!
Rei Park is not amused as she kicks out right after the three count. Jenni Drew quickly raises her arms up in the air before clearing out of the ring.
Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via pinfall, JENNI DRRRREW!!
Krystal Kirk: Park ain' lovin' dis turn of events but da Em'ritus cronies up in da crowd tink it be pretty cool!!
The camera pans over to Emeritus' seats where they see Solomon, Erick and Ricky standing and applauding.
Marci D'Abruzzo: It don't matter what Park be lovin', Kirk. Jenni Drew manages to get it done tonight! Let's go to a segment and get these cameras off your stupid ass.
We are taken backstage where Faye Lange is seen casually walking through the corridors. She suddenly stops and the camera reveals her three opponents in front of her.
Faye: What is it? Do you want something?
Aurora Master: Hey, Faye! Nice to meet ya, it’s good to see a… sort of familiar face… I remember your sister, Valkyrie. Size seems to run in your family.
Moonlight can be seen patting the head of the shorter sister.
Carnival: Hey! I’m still older than you!
Aurora Master: Either way, the biggest girl on the match is still on our side of the ring. But it’ll be nice to see you two go at it.
Carnival: If you get to the match!
Aurora Master: Now, why wouldn’t she? The match is in 15 minutes, it would be very, VERY unlucky if some sort of accident were to happen now, right?
Carnival: Like me hitting her with a chair!
Aurora Master: That wouldn’t be an accident…
Carnival: Ok, I’m lost, are we threatening or not?
Faye doesn’t seem to care for an answer as she pushes Carnival to a wall and kicks Aurora to the floor. Faye takes a moment to look at the only person that can challenge her, at least in size, and both of them lock eyes, but Faye doesn’t take long, and strikes Moonlight right in the face, making her fall to one knee.
Faye’s momentum is taken away, however, when Carnival, having recovered, kicks the back of her leg and Aurora quickly jumps to tackle her, neither of them manage to throw Faye to the floor, but it’s enough to stun her for some seconds and to allow enough time for Moonlight to recover and hit Faye with a punch of her own. As soon as that hits, the three sisters start punching and kicking Faye, making sure to not let her recover enough to strike back.
When it seems like things are getting really bad for Lange, the sisters get attacked from behind, as Aurora Riley and Talia Lea come to the rescue of their tag team partner of the day. What ensues is a brawl with Faye and Moonlight, Talia and Carnival and both Auroras fighting each other respectively.
The brawl comes to an end when security comes and manages to separate the teams. The Master Sisters use this to finally leave the scene.
Aurora Master: Don’t worry, we’ll finish this in the ring.
The scene ends with the shot of Faye, Talia and Aurora as they look at their opponents leaving with a determined look on their faces.
DING DING DING!!!
Krystal Kirk: We be startin' dis one off b'tween Aurora Riley an' Dawn Masta by da looks of it! Lock up in da middle!
The two growl and grunt as they push back and forward, both of them evenly matched for strength and neither of them able to find an opening. The opening finally arrives when Dawn sneakily stamps on Aurora's feet, forcing her to relinquish and also leaving her wide open for harsh looking dropkick to the side of her face! Dawn follows up with an immediate leg drop and Aurora furiously throws Dawn off of her as she moves in for a sneaky cover.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Woah! Dawn tries to drag Aurora up by the hair and that ain't happenin'! Reversal into the wrenching abdominal stretch!
The crowd gets behind Aurora as she digs in with a series of kicks to the shins, thighs and upper body that Dawn struggles to endure until she manages to grab hold of a leg.
Krystal Kirk: Wheel kick outta nowhere, an' Aurora eats it all!
Dawn scrambles over and tags in Aurora Master who cracks her knuckles as she runs in and delivers a dropkick to the side of Riley's head and then hauls her up to her feet before swinging around and drilling her with a russian leg sweep, dropping the leg as she takes her down..
Krystal Kirk: An' Aurora Master eatin' canvas as Aurora Riley rolls out of the way!
Riley hauls Master to her feet and sends Master into her team's corner with an irish whip.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Bunch of flippy nonsense with that handspring stinger splash! Tag to Talia Lea! And a backbreaker to add insult to injury! Cover by Lea.
ONE
TWO
Both Dawn and Moonlight were about to run in to break it, but Aurora kicked out on her own power. Talia drags Aurora up to her feet and delivers a forearm before trying for an irish whip.
Krystal Kirk: R'versal by Aurora an' Talia endin' up in the place she don' wanna be!
Aurora delivers a corner clothesline and tags in Moonlight Master while she's at it.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Holy heck I've never seen a one handed suplex outta the corner before!
Talia lands hard and clutches her lower back in pain before fruitlessly reaching for her corner where the hands of her partners await.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Too far away, you idiots! Haha! This Moonlight chick is gonna eat cha girl alive!
Moonlight growls as she issues a hard stomp to the top of Talia's head before dragging her back to a vertical base.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Moonlight gets Talia up in that fireman's carry!! She's lookin' to end this right now!
The fans are elated as Lea manages to break free and land on her feet behind Moonlight.
Krystal Kirk: Standin' Shiranui!! Cover!
ONE
TWO
T..
Moonlight angrily throws Talia off her, and this gives Lea the opportunity to get to her feet, scramble across and tag in Faye Lange!
Krystal Kirk: HOSS FIGHT!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Runnin' double leg Spinebuster right out of the gate by Lange on Moonlight!
ONE
TWO
Moonlight kicks out, and Faye wastes no time trying to drag Moonlight to her feet, but she is met with a barrage of right hands. Moonlight takes control with a kick to the gut, doubling Faye over.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Moonlight looking for a powerbomb right here!
The fans are on their feet as Faye delivers a furious series of forearms and elbows atop Moonlight's shoulders, quickly forcing Moonlight to put her down, Faye hitting the ground running as Moonlight stumbles.
Krystal Kirk: Lariat-o!!!
Moonlight showed off her ring presence as she swiftly ducked the lariat attempt and used the momentum to haul Faye up onto her shoulders!
Marci D'Abruzzo: MASTERPIEC~
As Moonlight swung, Faye broke free and hauled Moonlight up on her own shoulders!
Krystal Kirk: MAELSTR~
Right as Faye was about to throw Moonlight off, Moonlight broke free, swinging back around and whispering something to herself.
Marci D'Abruzzo: PLEASE DONT DIE! Lange hits the deck! That came out of nowhere!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: Here are your winners, as result of a pinfall, Moonlight MASTER, Aurora Master and Dawn Master!
Krystal Kirk: BIG win for this newbie three piece tanight! Wit a right han' like dat, Moonlight may well prove ta be da beast in deez parts!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Anyhoo, this next match should be pretty gold medal hilarious. Let's go check it out.
Core Family Values v Team Madness
"Unreasonable” by Of Mice & Men plays.
Mari Moon: This following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at a total combined weight of 260 lbs., Echo Layne and Alexandria Monroe, Team Madness!
Team Madness is met by a mix of cheers and boos.
“Wing Fortress Zone” plays.
Mari Moon: Their opponents, accompanied down the aisle by Papa Ray Buford, weighing in at a total combined weight of 500 lbs., “The Last Real Family Man” Bernard Core and Barry Ray Buford, Core Family Values, Inc.!
Another mix of cheers and boos from the crowd. Barry Ray looks a little out of it, no doubt an effect of the electro-shock treatment he was given to get out of his catatonic state he was in after being forced to watch 2 Girls, 1 Cup, which Core showed him in order to associate something negative with candy corn.
With both teams in the ring, Papa Ray Buford is in the middle of giving Barry Ray one last pep talk, but he is interrupted by Bernard Core.
Bernard Core: I’ve got this, Mr. Buford.
Papa Ray yields to Core, but hesitates a few seconds before doing so. He leaves the ring as Core speaks with Barry Ray.
Bernard Core: Okay, Barry Ray. No more distractions. It’s time to focus, get serious, and win this match. You understand?
Barry Ray Buford: Yes, Mr. Core.
Bernard Core: Good.
He pats Barry Ray on the chest and goes to his corner. Barry Ray looks back and sees Layne is starting the match for her team. The bell rings and Barry Ray charges. Layne ducks with a Matrix Evasion. Barry Ray turns around and is hit with a forearm. She sends him off the ropes but he reverses and smashes her with a body avalanche. He looks over at Bernard Core for approval.
Bernard Core: Don’t look at me! Keep going!
Barry Ray picks up Layne and gives her a belly to back suplex. He covers.
One!
Two!
Layne kicks out. Barry Ray wrings her arm and tags Core in. Core climbs to the second rope and comes down on Layne’s arm with a double axe handle. Layne holds her elbow in pain as Core traps her in a hammerlock. She reverses with a hammerlock of her own. He reverses that and traps her in a headlock. She pushes him off the ropes and hits the mat. He hops over her and comes off the opposite ropes, her he eats a dropkick. Layne rushes to her corner and tags in Monroe. Monroe gets her foot on the top turnbuckle so that Layne can smash Core’s face on it. Core stumbles to the center of the ring and holds out his hand for Barry Ray, but Monroe sneaks behind him and brings him down with a Russian leg sweep. She covers.
One!
Two!
Core kicks out. Monroe brings him into the corner and smashes his face on the top turnbuckle. She tries to Irish whip him but Core reverses, traps Monroe, and sends her into the corner with a release belly to belly suplex. Core crawls to his corner and tags in Barry Ray. Barry Ray runs to Monroe, scoops her up, and wrecks her with Any Given Sunday. He goes for the cover.
One!
Two!
Layne runs into the ring and kicks Barry Ray in the head to break up the pin. Barry Ray holds his head in pain and looks at Layne.
Barry Ray Buford: Hey, that wasn’t fair!
Layne shrugs and skips around the ring. The ref chases after her to get her out of the ring as Barry Ray observes.
Bernard Core: Barry Ray! Pay attention to your Ms. Monroe!
Barry Ray brings his attention back to Monroe, but with the ref distracted, she gives him a low blow. He collapses to his knees. Layne leaves the ring. Papa Ray yells at the ref.
Papa Ray Buford: Ref! Ref! That woman just hit my boy in the balls!
The ref argues with Papa Ray while Monroe gets Barry Ray to her corner, where he is choked with the tag rope by Layne while Monroe lays in punches to his gut. The ref turns around and sees the cheating and breaks it up. Layne gets tagged in. She sends Barry Ray off the ropes. He reverses. Layne holds on to the top rope. Barry Ray charges but Layne pulls the top rope down, causing Barry Ray to spill over to the floor. Layne goes for a suicide dive and sends Barry Ray back first into the guardrail. Core and Papa Ray try to get involved but the ref blocks them. Meanwhile, Monroe comes around the corner and hits Barry Ray with a superkick. Layne brings Barry Ray back into the ring. The ref gets back in as well.
Layne tags in Monroe. Monroe gets Barry Ray to his feet and attempts a Rocker Dropper, but when she hops up, Barry Ray catches her and sends her down with a falling powerbomb. The ref starts a 10 count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Both start to stir. Monroe crawls towards her corner while Barry Ray goes towards Core. They both tag their partners in. Layne charges at Core but he gives her a jumping knee strike. Monroe tries to attack, but Core kicks her in the gut and throws her with a gutwrench suplex. He picks up Layne and gives her the Patriarchal Slam (Angle Slam). He looks at the crowd.
Bernard Core: Honor Thy Father!
The crowd boos as he tries to set up Layne for a piledriver. Layne blocks it and Core struggles to lift. This gives Monroe the change to hit Core with a superkick. Core stumbles back to his corner and Barry Ray tags his shoulder. Barry Ray gets in, comes off the ropes, and hits a double Necessary Roughness! Monroe flies out of the ring, leaving Layne by her lonesome with the big hoss. The crowd’s cheers pump up Barry Ray. He grabs Layne in a full nelson to set up for Friday Night Lights, but she drops down and pins him with a victory roll.
One!
Two!
Barry Ray kicks out. Layne tries to DDT him, but Barry Ray backdrops her. He sets up for Friday Night Lights again. He’s about to hit the move, but Monroe runs into the ring with a bag of candy corn in her hand! Barry Ray immediately releases Layne. He begins shaking and starts shouting. Visions of 2 Girls, 1 Cup, torture his fragile mind.
Barry Ray Buford: Poop! POOP! POOP! POOP! POOOOOOOOOOP!
Bernard Core: No, Barry Ray! Hold it together!
Barry Ray becomes catatonic again and looks as if he’s in a trance. Layne gets to her feet and takes advantage with the Echo Effect! She covers. Core tries to enter the ring but Monroe hits him with a running elbow.
One!
Two!
Three!
The ref calls for the bell as “Unreasonable” plays.
Mari Moon: The winners of this contest, Team Madness!
Team Madness celebrates as they make their way up the aisle. Meanwhile, Barry Ray is down on the mat, still shaking with a thousand-yard stare in his eyes. Core stands over him shaking his head while Papa Ray calls for medical attention. EMTs run down to the ring with a gurney. They check on Barry Ray, roll him onto the gurney, and rush him down the aisle with Papa Ray in tow. Core follows far behind, walking at a normal pace, still shaking his head.
Layne and Monroe are making their way back up the ramp when the crowd is suddenly set to riot as the Calloway brothers come running out from backstage, wielding steel chairs.
Krystal Kirk: TURN 'ROUND, MADNESS!!
Even if they could hear KK, her warning comes too late, as the sound of steel chair colliding with human skull reverberates through the arena. Both Layne and Monroe hit the deck hard and The Headhunters continue their seemingly unprovoked assault.
Marci D'Abruzzo: YES!! Hit em again! C'mon Dexter! Ya know you wanna!!
*CRASH*
Marci D'Abruzzo: Good lad!! Show em who's the real ch...
Krystal Kirk: You're fakkin' sick in da head, Da Broozo!! Argh! It's real hard to watch dis onslaught!
Seemingly satisfied with Team Madness unconscious beneath their feet, the Headhunters angrily scream both at the nearby fans and into the camera about who the real bosses are in 1WM.
Marci D'Abruzzo: This ain't hard to watch, Kirk. This is a team who knows how to make the loudest statement in the shortest space of time. This is a team who will mow down anyone in an effort to reclaim what is rightfully theirs! This is...
Krystal Kirk: Makin' me freakin ill! I really need to get me a..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Wait! Shut up for a damn second, Kirk. Something is up with the feed! We're dropping out!
An interruption as things goes into static for a moment before we see on screen a more horror movie like feed in the woods as the footage shows as if someone was walking with a camera looking throw the night woods, it changes into a view of the man known as Mason Roenick sitting in a rocking chair in what looks to be some kind of barn on lit by lanterns Wearing his white pants, black shirt with a unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt over it and his straw fedora. As he speaks to the 1WM fans on Glory.
Mason: Good evening, and welcome to my personal compound. Those of you who don’t know me, my name is Mason Roenick. I have arrived, you can say it like the risen of the phoenix if you will. You see to understand just who I am and what the revolution that I will launch over the course of time here in the One wrestling Movement. You see you want to talk movement nobody knows about a movement than me. You see in this world, a lot of have been nothing but blind sheep, and don’t get mad at me for telling you the truth. It not all your fault, you see it has happened since the day you all where born man. When mom and dad sat you from that old TV screen and the media has all filled your brain with lies and confusion. Then from the moment on you lived your life growing up continuing to live your life based on that, when it wasn’t as easy and it is now to find truth. That truth that a lot of you are in denial of because it doesn’t fits to you own narrative that you have gotten so conformable with, and that scares you when things become not what that seem.
Mason gives that given his evil laugh as he rocking in his chair.
Mason: See what I mean man, a lot of you all your careers would tell the world that you have no fear and you don’t fear anybody or anything. I know the truth, I know that most of you all live in a lie. You fear what is different, some would call that denial. Now in time I will show you the truth. Some of you will try and fight me over it, but remember this. I am giving you the choice. You can stand along side of me or you can try be one of the many battles in a winless war because that all it will be at the end. That war is something that goes beyond the ranks of the One Wresting Movement and hell professional wrestling itself. In time you all will find out just what I mean. Just remember you all have been warned, the hand has been extended. The choice is simple, you can take my hand and I can save you as the rest of the world continues to burn and at the end we would be left standing on the ashes.
Mason smirks for a moment as he pauses in though as he leads the words soak in.
Mason: “Soon, I will arrive in that ring. You will than first hand understand the kind of power I have. You may deny it all now, but will you see and experience firsthand, then you will realize that you should have taken that warning all along. Just remember take then now because by the time to see and understand it, it may just be to late. Open your eyes, clear your minds, and listen because on than I can show you the way. Follow me.
Mason gives off an evil laugh and the camera zooms away from Mason as it cuts out.
Krystal Kirk: Well dat was fakkin' strange!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Your mouth is gonna get you into trouble one of these days, Kirk. Anyhoo, I can't wait for this next match! My boy Kace is gonna go ahead and make all this right!
Krystal Kirk: Marci be a pr'ponent of 100% m'partial unbiased commen..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Shut up, Kirk.
Striker Vs Levine
CROWD/DING DING DING!!!
Kace Levine wastes no time, lunging at Jacob Striker with a hard right hand but Striker has the awareness to catch Levine's wrist and throw it down before reeling him into a neat looking northern lights suplex.
Krystal Kirk: Strikah goin' fo dat cross arm breaka but Levine kickin' his way free. Both men back to dere feet.
Crowd: WOOOOOO!
Striker delivers a chop which has Levine dropping to a knee clutching his chest, and Striker locks in the cravate and drags him to his feet. Striker cries out and is forced to release his grip as Kace finds the pressure points in his wrists and forces them downward.
Krystal Kirk: Rollin' release suplex by Levine! An' da follow up double stomp misses da mark!
Striker rolls out of the way and cleverly catches Levine with a deep arm drag as he's getting to his feet and then catches him with a mat based dragon screw legwhip.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Striker thinks he's clever going for that figure four sharpshooter, but my boy Kace boots him in the face for his troubles! Levine back up with the go behind! Snap release German suplex!
Striker bounces on impact and rolls over backwards into the corner. Kace Levine distracts the referee by getting in his face and arguing with him while Joshua Samson uses his neckerchief to choke Striker in the corner.
Krystal Kirk: Da oldest trick in da book! Look behind ya, ref!! Geez!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Maybe so. But these 1WM referees are pretty stupid.
As the referee turns back around, Samson times the release perfectly, and Jake is finally able to roll out of the corner and catch his breath, only for Kace Levine to storm over and drop the knees across the back of his head.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I think Striker is about done here, Kirk. Levine's locking in that tequila sunrise!
The crowd BOOO and the referee forces a break up of the hold as Samson grabs onto Striker's free arm on the outside and adds leverage.
Krystal Kirk: Da ref was neva gonna allow dat!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Can't you see, meathead? They're breakin' this sucker down slowly and painfully before they put him out of his damn misery! It's blatantly obvious, but you're blatantly st...
The fan volume in the arena seriously escalates as Kace Levine drags Striker to his feet and boots him in the gut before lifting him up in a pumphandle.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Dangerous By Des...
Jacob manages to break free and delivers a massive Kojima style lariat which sends Levine sprawling across the ring and leaning against the ropes on the other side. Samson rushes over to check on his client and Striker lets out a growl as he takes a run up.
Krystal Kirk: RUFFIAN KICK!! But Levine ducks out of the way and Striker knocks Samson clean off da apron! Now DAT is funny, Da Broozo!
Jacob Striker shrugs and lets out a laugh as he turns around and knees Levine in the sternum, leaning him back against the ropes before sending him off for an Irish whip. Samson slowly gets up with the aid of the apron on the outside.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Wait! No! Kace Levine's hanging on here! He swings Striker back around and reels him into a roll up!
Krystal Kirk: He's got his feet on da ropes, and Samson is holdin' em down!!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING DING!!!
Jacob angrily kicks out after the three count and Kace quickly hightails it out of the ring before Striker can kick his head into the third row!
Marci D'Abruzzo: What the ref doesn't see is perfectly legal, Kirk!
Mari Moon: The winner of this match as result of a pinfall, KACE LEVVVVINE!
Jacob is furiously pacing and kicking the ropes as he watches Levine and Samson taunt him on their way back up the ramp and out of sight.
Krystal Kirk: By da looks on da face of Striker, dis shiz ain't over!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Regardless, I'm sick of your idiotic squawking, Kirk. We got a main event to call.
Main Event: Pride of 1WM Championship
The hard camera zooms in on the beaming face of Mari Moon in the center of the ring as she prepares to welcome everyone to the main event.
Mari Moon: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the main event of Glory IV! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it will be for the Pride of One Wrestle Movement Championship! Introducing f...
Mari Moon doesn’t even have the chance to get another syllable out of her mouth before The Divine Infection by Motionless In White begins to blast throughout the PA system of the arena. The heavy guitar riff echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi Herveaux emerges from the backstage area tugging on the bottoms of a black studded leather jacket atop her usual black crop top and high waisted skinny jeans, topped off with a pair of black Christian Louboutin booties. She is met by a sea of boos as her signature smirk is firmly upon her face. She changes her hands from the front to clasping behind her back as she slowly yet powerfully walks to the top of the ramp and once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy (both good and bad) coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as her smirk moves into a wide smile across her crimson lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp.
About halfway down, Stasi lowers her arms and swings them with determination as she continues to exude confidence more as she gets closer to the ring. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side as she makes her way towards commentary.
Krystal Kirk: She gots no bus'ness out ‘ere! DA HELL she want out ‘ere?!"
Marci D'Abruzzo: You show this woman some respect, Kirk! This is Stasi Herveaux you're talking about!
Krystal Kirk: Da hell I w...
Marci flicks KK's headset off onto the floor and cheekily smacks her upside the head as she goes to retrieve it. In the meantime, Stasi has taken a seat next to Marci and put a headset on her head.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Welcome, Stasi. Ignore my gutter scum partner over here. She is a Kirk, after all. The bar is low.
Krystal Kirk: I don' see no champions named D'Abruzzo, wise ass.
Stasi Herveaux: Поцелу́й мою́ жо́пу! Why is it that all Kirks are stupid, brainwashed idiots who have sticks up their asses? Are y’all inbred or something? But I agree with the gutter scum comment.
Mari Moon: Wait, wait. Let me start over! I can do this! Introducing FIRST...
A mixed reaction spreads through the crowd as "Bury Me Alive" blasts forth from the P.A system and Alex Drake appears at the top of the ramp and strikes his signature taunt.
Mari Moon: He comes to us from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS. He weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds and he is the number one contender to the Pride of 1WM Championship...
Drake seems all business as he makes his way down the ramp confidently and slides in under the bottom rope.
Mari Moon: Give it up for "Mr. Fantastic" ALEX DRRRRAKE!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Seriously. Alex Drake could rip that smug ass carpet out from under Henderson tonight. He has all the tools he needs to become our next PRIDE champion and look like a boss doing it!
Krystal Kirk: Ya really gon' discount Ryan Henderson like dat?
Stasi Herveaux: To be fair, he’s only champion because he got lucky. Just like your bitch cousin Arley got lucky.
Krystal Kirk: Yup. Got lucky eight months runnin'.
Stasi Herveaux: Well her luck has finally run out.
There's another mixed reaction as Drake raises his arms up and points to himself as Mari announces him. "Bury Me Alive" fades out as Mari raises the mic to speak.
Mari Moon: And his opponent...
The fans in the arena really perk up as "To The Top" hits the system and there's an even bigger pop as The Limitless One comes running out onto the stage, holding his PRIDE title above his head proudly.
Marci D'Abruzzo: As a matter of fact? Yes. I'm totally gonna discount him. Discount is a word he's pretty familiar with from what I can tell!
Krystal Kirk: Why ya gotta be such a dick all da time?
Stasi Herveaux: Why do you have to sound like you have a dick in your mouth all the time?
Marci D'Abruzzo: She thought she was supposed to eat her copy ofHooked on Phonics. Clearly.
Mari Moon: Hailing from CLEVELAND, OHIO. He weighs in tonight at two hundred pounds. He is the reigning and defending One Wrestle Movement PRIDE champion...
Ryan smacks the outstretched hands of the fans as he passes on his way down the ramp. Alex Drake grins confidently as he watches Henderson skin the cat to enter the ring before he once again holds the gold up above his head before handing it off to the referee.
Mari Moon: Ladies and gentlemen, he is "Limitless" RYANNNN HENNNNDERRRSON!
As the bell sounds, Alex slides back into the ring and he and Henderson immediately circle one another. Henderson gets the small crowd excited with a rhythmic clap before champion and challenger lock up in the center.
Krystal Kirk: Drake takin' control wit a hamma lock. Reversal, side headlock..
Marci D'Abruzzo: Takedown attempt blocked by Drake!
Stasi Herveaux: To be honest, Alex Drake is the absolute least deserving to be in this match. He’s done nothing other than win a sham match against a roided up manchild. No challenger has deserved their shot so far.
Alex Drake swings Ryan Henderson back around and delivers a quick knee to the gut before issuing a lightning fast snap suplex!
Krystal Kirk: Drake be holdin' onto dat suplex an' haulin' Ryan back up. Could dis be anudda snap suplex?
Stasi Herveaux: Another is the word you’re looking for there Krystal Meth. Lay off the drugs.
The crowd volume jumps as Ryan manages to block the attempt at a suplex series by intertwining his legs and there's a loud *smack* as Alex eats a European uppercut from beneath, nearly falling backward.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh Drake be mad now!!
Stasi Herveaux: His head was damn near taken clean off. Though Henderson is starting to look desperate… just like Meth’s cousins.
Alex snarls as he nearly takes Henderson's head off with the response! Henderson stumbles back against the ropes and Drake uses the opportunity to launch him for an irish whip.
Stasi Herveaux: Welp… things can go haywire here.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Henderson on the rebound, Drake with the running crucifix!
The crowd volume jumps as Drake launches and seems to be going for his crucifix spinning DDT, yet Henderson manages to break free and land on his feet before floating over and dropping Drake with a sharp floatover DDT. Henderson kips up to his feet!
Ryan Henderson: What's up?!
Stasi Herveaux: HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!
The crowd are really behind Henderson after this display of athleticism and filled with adrenaline, Henderson heads for the ropes and springboards right as he sees Drake getting to his feet.
Krystal Kirk: Springboard flyin' cl..OUCH!
The crowd are seemingly stunned as Drake catches Henderson out of the air.[/color]
Marci D'Abruzzo: SIDE EFFECT! This could be it!
ONE…
TWO...
Henderson kicks out at two, but the side effect seems to have really taken a toll.
Krystal Kirk: Henderson wit da jello legs as Drake hauls him up an' whips him into da corna.
Stasi Herveaux: How about you get in there and see how you’d be? You’d probably be gassed within the first 60 seconds there tubo.
Drake immediately follows up with a corner clothesline before taking a short run up, springboarding off the second rope and launches an enziguri...
Krystal Kirk: SPINEBUSTAH outta da corner!!! Da champ wit da cover!
Stasi Herveaux: Jesus Christ...
ONE
TWO
T..
Drake manages to get the shoulder up. Henderson isn't wasting any time and he gets the crowd excited as he kips up once more and hits the ropes.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Henderson with the rolling thunder and..
Krystal Kirk: GEEZ!!
Stasi Heureaux: I’ll give Drake a tiny bit of credit there. Though that move was clearly out of desperation.
The crowd roars, seemingly feeling the pain of the champion as Alex Drake snaps back and delivers an impromptu superkick as Henderson is coming down for the foot drop!
Marci D'Abruzzo: DISHONORED! I TOLD YOU, KIRK! I freakin' TOLD YOU!
Stasi Herveaux: DISHONOR ON YOUR WHOLE FAMILY! And I mean that. DISHONOR ON YOU! DISHONOR ON YOUR COW!
ONE
TWO
THRE..
The crowd is once again on their feet and Alex Drake sits up, wide eyed in disbelief as Henderson finds the strength to kick out somehow!
Krystal Kirk: An' dats why I told YOU not ta discount da guy!
Stasi Herveaux: You would know a thing or two about discounts. You are on Glory only so clearly you need discounts here and there.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Fuckin' BURN!!
The fans launch into a "THIS IS AWESOME" chant as Henderson lays motionless and Drake argues with the referee. He finally gives up and turns his attention back to Henderson who still hasn't moved. Alex Drake easily hauls Ryan Henderson back up to his feet, even though it's as though Henderson is dead weight at the same time.
Marci D'Abruzzo: We're gonna have a new champion right here! Drake's hooking him up! BLUE M...
The fans are again taken on a rollercoaster ride as Henderson manages to spin free at the apex.
Krystal Kirk: Fireman's carry!! KILLSH..NO!
Drake slides free at the last possible second, swings Henderson around.
Marci D'Abruzzo: DISHONOR...
Krystal Kirk: Henderson wit da matrix dive! Kip up! FATALITY!!
Stasi Herveaux: This is bullshit! Two bullshit main events in a row for a bullshit show.
Krystal Kirk: We can' have no bullshit show witout cha, Harpo. Glad ya can drop by.
Stasi Herveaux: How the fuck is that even remotely close to my name you daft idiot?
An exhausted Henderson drops on top of Drake for the cover..
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING DING!!!
Mari Moon: The winner of this match, and STILL your Pride of One Wrestle Movement Champion, "Limitless" RYANNN HENNNNDERRRRSON!!
Krystal Kirk: Our PRIDE champ showin' jus how Limitless he can be tanight!
Stasi Herveux: Nobody is ever truly limitless. Ryan Henderson is just smoking something or believing his own bullshit a bit too much.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Will you ever quit your bullshit, Kirk? You KNOW that was an absolute fluke! You saw it with your own eyes! Freakin' KIRKS! I swear to G...
The fans in the Dahlberg arena suddenly lose their minds as "Global Domination" blasts forth from the speakers.
Krystal Kirk: Yay!! It's CUZZY!!
Marci D'Abruzzo: What on earth does she want now? Grrr! Stasi. I really feel your pain right now.
Stasi Herveaux: Yay… now we get to listen to another daft idiot Kirk who can’t even win a Twitter fight. We suffered enough listening to Meth over here.
The fans grow even louder as Arley Kirk walks out onto the stage and seems to be taken aback by the tremendous reaction. Arley smacks the plate of the 1WM title that's over her shoulder, mouthing "Thank you!" as she takes a step back, placing a hand over her heart.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Quit pretending to be shocked, you egotistical bitch..
Krystal Kirk: Ay! You watch ya damn mouf!
Stasi Herveaux: And you need to take the dick out of yours. You would think that after 8 agonizing months as champion she wouldn’t be acting so damn pathetic. Maybe back in January it was cute.
AK makes her way briskly down the ramp as she pulls a microphone from her back pocket and turns it on before quickly ascending the stairs and then launching over the top rope into the ring. The camera pans to the surly, malcontent looks upon the faces of the Emeritus crew in the front row.
Krystal Kirk: Whatevz Cuzzy is bout ta do, dem boneheads only able ta sit n spin. It's kinda poemic!
Marci D'Abruzzo: That's POETIC, dumbshit! And there is nothing poetic about this arrangement, or the movements of the little tramp we call our champion!
Stasi Herveaux: I knew that I should’ve brought my ball gag out with me. It would come in real handy right about now. Your obsession is borderline creepy and so I’ll ask again… are y’ll inbred?
Arley climbs to the top rope on one side of the ring, and the fans are electric as Arley incites them to make more noise. AK jumps down and runs across, the other side of the arena emphatically obeying her as she orders them to do the same.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Told you guys this is just an ego wank for our soon to be ex champion!
Stasi Herveaux: And people say that my ego is a problem. Глупые долбаные идиоты. The bitch is hiding behind a mask for crying out loud because she’s vain as fuck! But I’m the problematic one?!
Arley jumps down and she signals for the production monkeys to cut her music, and the system fading out soon after. Arley raises the mic to speak, but she grins behind her Suicida mask as the Montana crowd does something she wasn't really expecting. It provoked a certain response in her.
Crowd: ARLEY! ARLEY! ARLEY! ARLEY! ARLEY! ARLEY! ARLEY!
Arley pumps her fist as she chants back at them!
Stasi Herveaux: This isn’t Jersey Shore idiot! Stop fucking fist pumping!
Arley Kirk: MISS-OU-LA!!! MISS-OU-LA!! MISS-OU-LA!!!
Krystal Kirk: DORK!
Stasi Herveaux: It’s fuckin’ Montana for crying out loud. They wouldn’t know anything about riling up.
Krystal chuckles. Marci sighs in annoyance. Stasi mutters something in Russian under her breath.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Can we just cut the bullshit and get her out of here?!
Stasi Herveaux: My sentiments exactly. I’d rather be drinking some vodka back in my hotel room watching Forensic Files reruns or some shit.
Arley Kirk: Hey, I know y'all fakkin' enjoyed G4. What about that main event, huh?!
Stasi Herveaux: She can’t even swear right. I’m really starting to believe Kirks are inbred now.
Arley grins as Missoula gives Alex Drake and Ryan Henderson a well deserved, loud and prolonged ovation.
Arley Kirk: Well, speaking of main events…
Stasi Herveaux: Oh I know what this bitch is going to say now.
There's a hush, and then a rowdy BOO rolls through the arena when Arley points to the commentary desk where Stasi Herveaux is seated and makes the "I see you" gesture. Stasi rolls her eyes and flips Arley off with her right hand. Arley gets a laugh as she blows Stasi a kiss before she puts the mic up to her mouth to speak.
Arley Kirk: The reason that I came out here tonight? I just want to let my fans know something. I want One Wrestle Movement to know something. I want my upcoming opponent to know something.
Stasi Herveaux: Oh here we fucking go...
The crowd had slowly been building back up from their earlier discontent as Arley spoke.
Arley Kirk: But most of all, I want YOU to know something.
Stasi Herveaux: And I want you to pull your head out of your ass but yet, you still have it wedged up there.
Arley had pointed to the hard camera, and by extension, the people watching at home. However, it could easily be misconstrued that she had pointed to the Emeritus faction who happened to be sitting behind it. Solomon and Erick bristled angrily, and Jenni Drew rolled her eyes and yelled something vulgar to Arley as the camera turned away and back to the ring.
Arley Kirk: Since there is such a seemingly overwhelming amount of cancerous tissue making itself so loudly known, and such a gotdang problem in this promotion.
Stasi Herveaux: The biggest tumor is in the damn ring right now. I’m merely the chemo poised to get rid of it.
Arley's shoulders arc up and her face turns a little dark behind her mask as she shudders slightly.
Krystal Kirk: Arley is da most intoo-'tive woman I know.
Marci D'Abruzzo: That's not really a stretch.
Krystal Kirk: Shut ya pie hole, Da Broozo! I was sayin', if dat grrrl say sumthin' not right, ya best get dafuq outta dodge! She been right too many times!
Stasi Herveaux: That has GOT to be the most hilarious thing that you’ve said all damn night Methy.
In the background, Erick and Solomon and Jenni had seized the opportunity that the brief distraction provided, jumping the barricade and slinking in and around the ring.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Haha. I love it. They're gonna go ahead and do us a favor and shut her ass up!
Stasi Hervaeux: Please fuckin’ do. Show her that her time as the champ is coming to an end and make my job easier for me… not that I need it of course. I’ve beaten worse than her scrawny 90s Kate Moss looking ass.
Arley Kirk: It's on me, y'all. As your 1WM champion, I must lead by example. I must combat this. I gotta stop the bleeding!
Stasi Herveaux: Bitch this isn’t Grey’s Anatomy!
Arley Kirk: I have but one choice. I, Arliana Kirk, am making it my mission to rid One Wrestle Movement of the aforementioned cancerous tissue, and it starts ton...
Stasi Herveaux: How many times do you need to say cancerous tissue?
Krystal Kirk: LOOK OUT, CUZZY!!
As if on cue, Arley is jumped from behind by a killer pair of lariats thrown simultaneously by Solomon Monster and Erick St. John, and the microphone squeals as it flies from her hand as Arley hits the mat HARD! The crowd BOOOO as Arley screams from the pain inflicted from the big heavy chain that she is swinging as she brings it down across her back, several times.
Marci D'Abruzzo: It's about time this rude little bitch got what's coming to her!
Stasi Herveaux: Damn where’s that popcorn man? You want some Marce? We’re getting one hell of a good show right about now.
A badly beaten Arley tries to kick and scream and fight her way free, yet Jenni had expertly hog-tied her hands to her feet using the chain, and then Solomon threw the other end over the top of the lighting truss overhead.
Marci D'Abruzzo: I know what they're doing here! Watch this shit, Stasi!
Krystal Kirk: I'ma go hel...
Both Stasi and Marci angrily grab onto Krystal and restrain her as the Emeritus crew begin to laugh at the spectacle they're conducting in the ring.
Stasi Herveaux: Sit your lily white ass down. You and I both know you aren’t going to do shit because you can’t do shit. Just watch your sister cousin get the ass kicking she deserves!
There's a grinding sound and a scream from Arley as Solomon yanks on the chain viciously, and Arley is crudely hauled up into the air, hanging helpless like some kind of crude human piñata! Arley's head slumps as Jenni growls and kicks her right in the chin.
Krystal Kirk: YA CAN' DO DIS!!!
Stasi Herveaux: I wonder if you smack her hard enough if candy will come out. And learn to pronounce your damn words. They CAN and they ARE. This is getting good.
ESJ grabs the mic Arley dropped when she got ambushed and walks pompously up to her.
ESJ: I don’t know if I should laugh at you or squeal at you?!
Stasi Herveaux: And… now this has been ruined. He had to go and open his trap… and I’m pro-Emeritus.
Arley struggles feverishly under her restraints. She yells expletives at ESJ which only amuses him. So much so that he pushes Arley by her masked face and lets her swing back and forth like a preschooler at a playground. Arley is practically foaming at the mouth in her efforts at this point. The Emeritus crew laughs heartily as the crowd rains down heavy disdain on them. ESJ gets back on the mic.
ESJ: Didn’t I say our suspension was going to COST this company more than it would us? We’ve already made our money! We don’t need your pay to make ends meet! You just gave us a month-long vacation to watch you guys crash and burn without us! Emeritus is here to enjoy the fruits of its labor. Hey, Jenn, give Arley here another push, it’s kind of relaxing.
Arley tries to swing away and even tries to bite her attackers, but it's no good. Jenn Drew obliges ESJ as Solomon lowers Arley a bit so Jenn can push her with a kick on her ass. More laughs from Emeritus.
ESJ: Now where was l? Oh yes, crashing and burning. What do you expect, 1WM, when the hottest thing in pro wrestling is sidelined by overprotective leadership? The NextGeners already proved they aren’t ready. They can’t keep viewers from changing the channel. So suspending us? BAD FOR BUSINESS!
ESJ looks arrogantly out at the crowd and the audience watching at home.
ESJ: That’s why you need us! Everyone is talking about Emeritus! Without our presence here tonight, the ratings would be dismal! Thankfully our man “Pretty” Ricky Stanton had the wherewithal to ensure his soaring cash flow with 1WM and threw an amazing dinner party with his lady Abigail to prevent a ratings disaster. And speaking of a disaster, this brings me to you, Arley.
ESJ motions for Solomon to raise Arley up so they’re face to face. He does so and ESJ is right up in her masked face.
ESJ: THIS…!
Erick tugs on Arley’s mask. Arley screams at him and tries to kick her way free to no avail. Emeritus has her well and truly restrained.
ESJ: … IS UNACCEPTABLE! The face of 1WM, it’s World Champion, hiding her mug from the very people she says she cares about! What kind of a message are you giving the little 1WM fans, Arley? If you’re born ugly wear a mask?! Why don’t you just go to the surgeon that pieced your brother back together? I’m sure he can do something with your looks? No, Arley, this mask has got to go!
ESJ reaches over behind Arley’s head and loosens the mask straps. Arley tries to dissuade Erick from doing so verbally; physically but is helpless.
ESJ: If 1WM is going to continue being the fastest rising wrestling promotion to date, you need to connect with your fans face to face. No obstacles. They need to see the real YOU! Consider this a free lesson in fan relations courtesy of Emeritus!
Krystal Kirk: NO!!!!!
Stasi Herveaux: YES!!!
Erick pulls Arley’s mask off! When he does, he recoils in a complete shock & disgust. He falls back onto the mat and pushes himself to the farthest end of the ring. To this point the camera hasn’t shown Arley’s face but from Erick’s reaction this isn’t a joke!
Krystal Kirk: She tried to tell you!
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh. I'm going to be s...
Stasi Herveaux: You are all a bunch of pansy asses. I’ve seen better gore in low budget horror flicks. That isn't even remotely disgusting.
Marci's headset squeals with feedback as she quickly rids herself of it, and from the sounds of it, her stomach contents. As Arley spins slowly each member of Emeritus sees why Erick recoiled and is nearly heaving up his dinner. Jenn and Ricky bail from the ring. When Solomon sees Arley, he lets go of the chain and Arley falls to the ground. Her chains are loosened but ESJ still has an iron grip on her mask. When she looks up, the cameras & crowd finally see her face as tears begin to roll down it.
Stasi Herveaux: Am I the only one who’s unbothered by this?
The crowd is in a brief stunned silence before the inevitable horror sets in. They make the strangest collective sound that 1WM has ever recorded.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
The crowd is in a sour frenzy. Erick is so pale and disgusted that he throws the mask back in the ring and bails into the crowd. The rest of The Emeritus crew, each of them struggling to hold down the sickness which has risen within them, follows suit as they are stunned and grossed out by Arley. Arley Kirk weeps and she quickly scrambles to retrieve her mask. The people are definitely hurling up tonight's beer, hotdogs and popcorn.
Krystal Kirk: Why the hell was dis even nes'cary, Em'ritus?! WHY???
Stasi Herveaux: To show the world just how much of a vain coward your stupid cousin sister really is.
The skin of Arley's right cheek, as well as the side of her jaw and neck are a morbid shade of blackened green. However, that is nothing in comparison to the site of the bite. While it is better than it was, and Arley has finally gotten her hands on an ointment which will stop the infection and repair over time, the crater of missing flesh looks absolutely horrendous. The skin surrounding the bite appears almost scaly and it flakes off just the same as Arley wipes away tears before quickly covering up with her Suicida mask once more, beginning to weep again as she reaches behind and ties it back up tightly.
Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh. My. Fucking. God. Hurry up with that mask, you bimbo! That's the grossest thing that I have ever seen in my twenty seven years!
Stasi Herveaux: Would you look at that… Arley’s crying like the little baby back bitch she really is. She cares more about her looks than anything. Look at how quickly she got that mask back on.
Arley picks up the mic and issues a tearful apology as she slinks out of the ring and back up the ramp with her head hung low.
Stasi Herveaux: I’m sorry too. Sorry that the fans have had to suffer with such a pathetic champion.
Krystal Kirk: Da Broozo, I oughta smack you out right bout now, an if Stasi ain't got nuttin' to add, I'ma sign off before I freakin' do it. G'nite folks! Catch us next week for Legendary 9!
Stasi Herveaux: Except you though because you’re not good enough for Legendary. You can’t even count right! But catch me, in TWO weeks, sixteen days exactly, in the Legendary 9 main event. Now kindly… fucketh off stage left.
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