Post by Legal Department on Aug 31, 2020 17:06:40 GMT -8
Recorded from the First Interstate Arena in Billings, Montana
The feed cuts out into the parking lot where a jeep is seen pulling up into the back of the arena where the wrestler's entrance is. Then as the jeep comes to a stop we see Leo Cook stepping out of the driver’s side and he then walks around opening the passenger side door for a very beautiful blonde headed and long-legged woman. They then exchange a kiss as Leo closes the passenger side door to the jeep. After having done that the two walk hand and hand towards the backstage entrance ramp and both of them look up at the cameras smiling.
Leo Cook: This ladies and gentlemen is my girlfriend and mother of my child Ivy Foxx.
Leo then drives his right fist into his left hand getting a more serious look on his face.
Ivy Foxx: Thank you for the introduction babe. Now ladies and gentlemen you are looking at star power right here. Between my man and myself this company has just become well something that matters again. I mean I after all am a former big time Hollywood model and my man is a American Hero. Last show he had with this company a travesty of justice occurred as he lost a match to James Spade but truthfully my man should have never lost said match. His foot was dangling under the bottom rope when that dumb ref's hand smacked the mat for a three and the ref missed the placement of Leo's foot. So James Spade enjoy your tarnished victory because I can assure you that Leo won't let another one happen again with you if there is to ever be another match between you two.
Leo Cook: Oh James Spade and I aren't done he can count on that.
Ivy Foxx: Of course dear. But, now as we walk and talk with these cameras following us I must mention how the quote on quote fans dared to boo you last show.
Leo Cook: They sure as hell did.
Ivy Foxx: How dare they? How dare they boo a man who served this country with valor for five years? I will tell you exactly the how and the why.
Leo Cook: Tell them baby tell them all.
Ivy Foxx: It's simple the fans that boo are disrespectful and ungreatful not to mention very stupid.
Leo Cook: Sounds a whole lot like my opponent here tonight in Rob Faith.
With the mention of that name Leo gets an angry look across his face while Ivy gets an annoyed look across her face.
Ivy Foxx: Rob Faith, the fifteen year vetran of the ring... He makes me sick to my stomach. Literally every single time I have to read a tweet from this idiot or listen to an interview from him I lose hope for mankind.
Now both Ivy and Leo are inside the backstage area and suddenly a security member of the company comes walking up to them.
Security: Excuse me I do not recognize either of you and do not see any backstage passes.
Ivy Foxx: Are you as dumb as Rob Faith?
Leo Cook: Oh he is babe he without question is.
Security: Alright that’s enough you both need to head out the exit door.
Leo Cook: Idiot I am Leo Cook a star in this company look at that little tablet in your dumb right hand and just click on this companies roster page.
Ivy Foxx: And, I am his manager starting this show not to mention his woman.
Security: I don’t recognize either one of you but I guess I can check right quick.
Leo Cook: Could you? Could you really?
Ivy Foxx: I swear there are just too many small brained people around here.
Leo Cook: Yeah, I know and tonight I get into the ring with one of the most small brained of them all.
Ivy Foxx: Oh be a dear baby and please hurt him.
Leo Cook: Oh anything less would be unacceptable after the comments that trash has made towards me.
Ivy Foxx: I agree and he is not a man like you he act more like a little boy.
Leo Cook: A boy that needs a good ass kicking.
Ivy Foxx: Exactly... Now back to my point and that is Leo Cook here is going to be a champion in this company and I am going to guide him to it. As he has been a fighter his whole life and wrestling is just another battlefield for him to conquer. Rob Faith knows nothing about true battle but he soon will I can promise you all that. But, no worries Rob you are below my boyfriend so once he is done with you there will be no looking back. No, he will look forward to the future and making his way all the way to the top of this company.
Leo Cook: Hey Rob Faith tonight I am going to make you know what pain really is!
Ivy Foxx: Oh my I do love it when you speak with such passion.
Ivy and Leo embrace in a long kiss as the security guard now looks up from his tablet and has a frustrated look across his face.
Security: Gee I am sure sorry guys go on ahead...
Ivy Foxx: Idiot....
Leo Cook: Exactly...
With that both Leo and Ivy walk past the security member and begin to walk down the hall looking for there dressing room hand and hand.
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Tanya Fisher NO CONTEST "La Capa" Voila Mancini
Neither woman was able to mount any form of offense against each other because as soon as the bell rang Solomon Monster was there to literally decimate them. The enraged Emeritus big man left immediately afterwards with a word said.
Halestorm's "Amen" plays softly in the background. We find the Wildkard, James Spade, seated in an antique wooden chair and residing at the very corner of a room with dark, textured, wood grain paneling. The jacket he wears is older, distressed leather, as are the boots on his feet, his jeans broken in and comfortable, as is the old tank top and gray flannel vest. Long, dark brown hair frames a thin, very slightly weathered face that is adorned with a graying stubble beard. A smile plays on his face as he looks directly into the camera.
James Spade: It wouldn't be wrestling without adversity. There will always be people you just can't reach. Maybe in time, they'll figure it out, but until they do, you're kinda' stuck having to deal with 'em. It sucks. They get in your way, screw up your plans, and in general just make you so damn miserable that you can't have any fun in the ring.
He shakes his head, propping an elbow on the arm of his chair with one hand slightly raise while the other rests on his thigh.
James Spade: Erick St. John is one such guy. The two of us are very alike in many ways, old vets with long, storied careers that've done well in their career and life. Hardcore to World champions and everything in between, having faced our fair share of legendary opponents and had some pretty awesome highs while also experiencing our fair share of lows. I mean if you really look at it, me and Erick are flip sides of the same coin. He's what I could've been at one point in time. In my eyes, there's nothing wrong with being wealthy, a socialite, or even a playboy. All fun things when done right, but what's wrong is when you think you know what's best for pro wrestling over everyone else.
Spade leans to one side in his seat, adjusting slightly for comfort.
James Spade: Wrestling is supposed to change and evolve. It's not because some young guy or gal has a fresh idea or tries something different, it's because the fans decide that they like a change. Many times, the business tried to force evolution and well it fell flat on it's face like a sack of potatoes dropped off the Empire State building. Embrace the change, Erick. People like Lash Donohue, Cold Addams, Arley Kirk, Faye Lange, Leo Cook, and my opponent tonight, Grimm Wyatt, are the future of the sport of professional wrestling.
His hand lowers into his lap as he looks down, picking at his nails for a moment.
James Spade: You and me, Erick, we've had our time in the sun. Maybe I'll have one more title run, maybe I won't, who's to say what the cards have to play but you? Just let it be man. What would you prefer, wrestling to never change? You want it to go back to the Carny days where it began? People in straight trunks and boots, wrestling with antiquated moves, doing gimmicky things like man versus animal? I mean if people like you had control from the start, pro-wrestling wouldn't have evolved to what it was when I hit my peak nor would it have become what you remember as the apex of awesome.
He looks back to the camera with a bit of a smirk, shaking his head.
James Spade: It's our job to show them how it's done while passing on what we've learned. Tonight, when I enter the ring against Grim Wyatt, instead of sending your goon squad out to "ice me" as you threatened on twitter, I'd like you to just sit back and watch the young man work in the ring. I'm convinced from what I've seen and heard about this kid that he's going to give me a really good night at the office, maybe even hand me my first loss in 1WM. I'm entering the match feeling goose bumps because not only is it great to work with such a talented young wrestler, but maybe he'll show me and the world something so amazing that he just rockets to the next level.
Spade tilts his head forward a bit.
James Spade: I'm sure you remember what that moment was like, don't you, Erick? Facing that first long time, old veteran with a world of experience and knowledge right there at their finger tips. The thrill of either coming so close or hell, possibly even getting over and winning to a stunned crowd. Now my goal tonight is to have a great match with a promising wrestler, make those fans happy, and win it if I can. If Emeritus comes out there though and denies Wyatt his moment, screws the fans out of something great, then I promise you this, Erick St. John.
Leaning forward in his seat, he gives the camera the most intense stare he can muster.
James Spade: I'll burn the house of Emeritus down, leaving you choking on the ashes of your wrestling empire as it disintegrates in your very hands.
With a flick of his wrist, a fireball suddenly bursts from Spade's open palm and straight up into the air before him. He shoots the camera a dangerous, wily grin.
James Spade: Your choice, Erick. As for Grim Wyatt Cross? Good luck out there my dude. Let's smoke all the expectations, split the heavens above, and pour awesome from the sky!
He crosses his arms over his chest, showcasing devil horns to the crowd as the scene fades out.
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"The Blackhawk" Qiyanna Marshala DEFEATS "The Enchantress" Eleni Costa
From the start of the match Costi seemed overwhelmed by Marshala. It didn’t take long for the Blackhawk to drop the Enchantress with her Black Fire (double underhook DDT).
Outside in the hallway, you see Mari Moon stopping as she turns towards an open door locker room. With a camera in tow, she peeks into the room to find Jason Cashe. Swearing that she heard two voices, she scans the room. Jason Cashe spots Moon and pops up from his chair, eyes wide with surprise.
Mari Moon: Hi, ummm.. Who are you talking to?
Mind your business!
Mari steps back feeling that she isn't welcome and doesn't want any trouble. Jason Cashe stops her with an open hand as if about to reach out and take hers.
Please.. Don't mind him, he has girl problems. Unwilling to accept his role as a close friend.
She likes us you prick!
The change in voice was apparent. That last one was nicer but it sounded like Patrick from SpongeBob. Mari laughed recognizing that as the voice.
Mari Moon: What was that? Haha!
Sorry, sorry.. I am the other voice in our head. I am Jason. Pleasure to meet you Miss..?
Mari Moon: Moon. Mari Moon.
Slapping himself upside the head, he turns away from her and his voice changes back to what people usually hear.
Cashe: She must be an escort...
Again he hits himself and his right foot lifts and stomps against the ground under his feet.
Jason: I don't think she's a whore..
The trade of now whispers between them. He looks over his shoulder back at Mari Moon who now looks uncomfortable being there.
Jason: Yeah she doesn't look like one anyway. Why would she be here?
Cashe: She looks like she has seen an STD or two in her day.. Plus, I think that Cedric guy pimps on the side.
Snapping her fingers a few times as she lets her single voice be heard. It grabs the attention of both Jason and Cashe as a whole.
Mari Moon: Excuse me... I am NOT an escort or a whore! I work for One Movement…
Cashe: I knew signing here was a good idea.. Happy Endings on the payroll!!
Jason: No means No Cashe.. Why must I be trapped with a moron?!
Giving up a chance for an interview, Mari Moon turns to leave. In a hurry, Jason Cashe flies across the room and stiff arms the door shut. He leans up against it and now Mari Moon really feels uncomfortable.
Cashe: Most people talk to themselves you know? Do you have the same voice, the same thought process regardless of the situation? I sure don't! Notice the voice you use here conducting business compared how you might talk and act around those closest to you. When anger fills you or when you are at climax..
Letting his tongue slide over his bottom lip, he pushes off the door and leans forward towards Mari. She steps back and he laughs.
Jason: The point my reckless self is trying to make is that often, we all have a cast of characters in our heads. It's normal even..
Cashe: Fuck being normal!
Jason: But we are just that! When we are angry, we see Cashe act out without pausing to let scenarios play out. There is no preparation or counting of steps and ways to approach the situation, he will lead us into a Dark Jedi mindset where his bars become bricks as they get thrown at the competition. Take that angry filled head and put a flower from Malibu in the room with him and his mind begins to switch reigns over to a clearer mind like myself. When we look at her, we feel feelings that are different than when we see a loving Mother or a Sister. I am a proud son and brother..
Cashe: And I act up. I stayed in a Principal's office and my Sister is for SURE getting fat... Don't tell her I said that though, ok?
Mari Moon turns and stares at the live recording camera. This was weird but so far, she was keeping up. Jason and Cashe, separate ways of thinking and approach to situations. Conflict of thought. Not the first time people have seen it in him but there was an obvious reason to show it here and now. Mari just adored the Patrick from SpongeBob voice that Jason had.
Jason: So Legion, Rage Virus, Scorpion, Michael, which will I face here tonight? Eenie.
Cashe: Meenie
Jason: Miney..
Mari Moon: MOE!
Cashe: Whoa ho! No!
Shaking his head. Both Jason and Cashe couldn't believe she jumped in like they were playing Double Dutch. He steps back and slaps both hands to his cheeks like Kevin McAllister in Home Alone. He even lets out an Aaaaagh as Mari Moon looks on scared. She scurries back, holding her hands up as she looks from him to the camera. Jason Cashe slumps over forward like he was going to throw up.
Mari Moon: Are you.. Are you okay?
Popping up straight, he gave Mari a smile and turns to the camera. Now he wasn't talking in voices. He wasn't conducting a weird ass interview, instead he was talking to Legion. His opponent.
Jason Cashe: We are one again, a hooligan who is truly losing his cool again! It don't much matter which of your personalities come out to the circle block, when I'm in it, it's MY block to bury a bone in. My yard, front or back and you better creep in like Michael Myers with a big ass butcher knife, catching me in the shadows and blind spots otherwise I'm going to drag bodies across the lawn and into the hole I dug up to lay you up in. I'm ALL up in this bitch like a Gyno! Leaving folks with gimmicks fighting me like sleep with nightmares and I'll come to your streets and won't fight fair! Bring all three of who makes the one you because I'll clap you once, twice and three times over. That's the same count you'll hear hit the canvas as those personalities share blurry vision of the lights in the ceiling that begin to look fuzzy. Legion.. Michael.. Rage.. Scorpion.. When I drop you, when I beat you, I won't be worried about the multiples in your head because the ONE body you share will fall.
Letting his head fall forward, he reaches back and pulls the door open as he steps to the side.
Jason Cashe: You can leave now.. There is comfort in being alone.
Mari hesitates. It was difficult hearing him ramble, trying to filter out the metaphors he used and if any of it made sense. She moves towards the door, pauses as Cashe looks up at her and they meet at the eyes.
Mari Moon: I understand your pain... I turn Faaa-Reak when I drink too much! Margarita Mari and my downstairs turns into a soup kitchen. I get super horny. So I understand.
Jason Cashe: What the fuck?! Get out you weirdo!! OOUUT!
Jason Cashe shoves Mari out of the room and shuts the door. He shivers as she totally weirded him out. He locks the door and backs away as the camera closes the scene.
~~
Legion DEFEATS Jason Cashe
In a very hard hitting affair that saw several near pinfalls, one being with Cashe so fed up he rolled Legion up with a schoolboy and held the tights. After nearly going the full time limit, Legion was able to defeat Cashe with his Soulbreaker (drop-down backbreaker drop).
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Leo Cook DEFEATS Rob Faith
In another hard-hitting match Cook emerged victorious after his new manager/girlfriend Ivy Foxx interfered by drawing the attention of the referee while Cook landed a well placed knee to the groin of Faith.
Post Match:
Leo Cook and Ivy Foxx steps through the curtains at Gorilla Position, tense, and twitchy from the adrenaline high. Someone passes him a towel and he begins dabbing his face. The camera follows him as they head down a long hallway. Rounding a corner Leo suddenly doubles over with a choked, croaking cough, cupping his groin as the foot of James "Wildkard" Spade collides directly with his nuts. Leo collapses to his knees, face red, and in a great deal of pain.
James Spade: Told you it was coming, Leo. We're even for the ball shot the other day.
Leo Cook: *through clenched teeth* FURHHKK.... YOUEEERRRGGHHH!!!
He steps passed his temporarily paralyzed frenemy, patting him on the shoulder and walking off while humming AC/DC's "Big Balls." Leo falls over in the hallway, curled up and in severe pain as Ivy tends to him.
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"The Grim" Wyatt Cross DEFEATS "The Wildkard" James Spade
In the main event both men shook hands in a show of respect before the bell rang. Once the match got underway, it was a very technical performance from both Coss and Spade. Throughout the match Spade did appear preoccupied, constantly looking over his shoulder seemingly expecting an attack from Emeritus. That preoccupation proved to be the Wildkard’s undoing in the match as the Grim was able to hit his Closed Contract (double underhook lift into a lifting knee strike) that led to the pinfall win.
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Taj: Welcome one and all to Legendary Nine! We are LIVE from the great state of Montana! I’m Taj Monroe-Hennessey and joining me every month is my broadcast partner, America Vaughn!
America: What’s up, people. I know you missed me blind.
Taj: Was that a Culture Club reference?
America: Hey, what can I say...I like early nineties music.
Taj: There is nothing wrong with that as I also know you like wrestling and that is what we will be presenting tonight.
America: I can’t wait until...
Suddenly an interruption as things goes into static for a moment before we see on screen a more horror movie like feed.
Taj: If you remember we saw this same type of feed from Glory Five two weeks ago which could only mean one thing, Mason Roenick.
The feed us seeing inside of what appears to be an old cabin, Mason is in the rocking chair wearing his fedora hat, Hawaiian shirt, black shirt underneath, and black pants as he staring into the fire on the fireplace that is lighting the room. The rest of the cabin is lit with candles.
Mason Roenick: At the last Glory, the world got just a small taste of me. I understand that it has left a lot of you with questions and in time my friends, you will have those answers. It’s good to have questions, it’s good to ask questions. Hell, I have been doing it about life all the time, and after I've asked them, I’ve seen those answers and because of that, it has made me what you see before you all right now. I tell the truth that none of you want to believe or understand. Some of you look at me and think I’m just some creepy man that lives in the woods. If you are creeped out by me or maybe feels on edge, well, that’s ok. It's all a part of that unknown. See the big picture that we have in One Wrestling Movement is this battle between this high life living Old Schoolers versus what they call the younger disrespectful generation. Then, you have people like me who don’t fall on either side.
Mason smirks as he rocking in his chair looking at the fire. Taking a breath before speaking.
Mason Roenick: Now I want you all to understand, I have no friends. What I do have is a bunch of brothers and sisters who will walk the path with me and fight the battles alongside me. Just who am I? I am the one you all can believe in. You see all your lives you have been taught about heaven and hell. You live your lives believing the stories from books and a lot of you people worship the story about said man every single Sunday. What do you do when you have someone that you can see, touch, and hear his voice? Well doesn’t the whole picture just change now doesn’t it? Now what is good and bad is all on how you look at things man. At the end, my actions are for the sole purpose of getting my message across so all of you can understand. Yes, people will be hurt and I am not one who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. Everything I do is for a reason. Now what makes me different is I am not afraid to walk my own path and be told how things are. Those who follow me, are the same kinds of people who, to quote the upper class, would look down on them and give up on them for being different.
Mason takes a deep breath as he hears a knocking that seems to be coming from the floor below, Mason looks off view and gives off an evil chuckle, before getting up and walking to a different part of the cabi. He drops to one knee, knocking back on the floor and you can hear some chains and a muffled roar, he smirks.
Mason: Now... now, it is not quite feeding time yet my brother. You will just have to wait just a little longer. Soon though, it will be and you will also get to see the outside world. Hang tight for now.
Mason gives off an evil laugh as he stands back up. Still leaving that uneasy feeling to the viewers.
Mason: So, a lot of you have a lot of questions such as my timing last show with The Blackhawk and why. It’s simple... because I can. Right now, there is no reason to worry about that. That is for another time, however for three unlucky people that go by the names of Jason Cashe, James Spade, and Wyatt Cross, well you three get to stand across the ring with me at the fifth attention of Glory. Now right now, you may think all of this is some kind of joke with all your little fun and games. Well, once that bell rings it won’t be a lot of fun and games for the three of you, but me watching you all squirm and scream out in pain as you lay by my feet just begging me to make it all stop. Now I can’t speak for the partners that have been chosen for me in Leo Cook and Kace Levine. They can speak for themselves but the only thing they better know is, I will fight alongside you both, but just remember if you cross me, it will be the last thing you do.
Mason starts his evil laugh as his face is lit by the flame from the fireplace as the feed cuts off.
America: We’re getting more and more weirder around here.
Taj: I might have to agree with you on that, America. Let’s get right into our first match of the night.
Debut Match
Cold Addams versus Enforcer
Cold Addams versus Enforcer
The match starts off with both men locking up in the center of the ring. It doesn’t take much for the larger Enforcer to overpower Addams, taking control with a high knee before following it up with a fallaway slam. Addams rolls towards the ropes and uses them to pull himself up as Enforcer charges towards him. But Addams moves out of the way, causing Enforcer to bounce midsection first off the ropes before being met with a forearm strike by Addams. Addams follows it up with a couple more before drilling Enforcer with a dropkick direction to the middle of his abdomen.
Addams locks in a standard sleeper hold, but Enforcer is able to power out after a few moments, hitting Addams with a face smash before locking in a LeBell lock. Enforcer wrenches it back but Addams is able to get a leg under the bottom rope that forces a release of the hold. Addams tries to get up to his feet, but Enforcer is there and waiting, hoisting him up and slamming him back down with a spinning spinebuster. Enforcer pulls Addams up to his feet and instantly hits him with DeathPenbalty (DDT).
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!!
Torres: Here is your winner by pinfall… ENFORCER!
We cut to the backstage interview where Mari Moon has Forthcoming stablemates Brien Storm and Bianca LaBlanc stood by.
Brien Storm: Are we on air yet?
Mari Moon: Well yes, as a matt-
Brien shushes her mid-sentence and quickly snatches the microphone from her grasp.
Brien Storm: Did you really think you were gonna get an interview with Brien Storm and “Miss 1WM” Bianca LaBlanc? Yeah no. Get your arse walking far away from here mate.
Mari Moon is promptly shooed away and pushed off screen by the devious pair.
Brien Storm: The lot of us in the Forthcoming, we ain't here to answer stupid meanless shrivel. We've come to remind everyone tonight we run this place. We call the shots. Later tonight in our match against the pitiful mouthful that is Core Family Values Inc. we will March down the ramp and into the ring with one thing on our minds. Absolutely decimation. Bernard Cornelius, you are just the cream of the crop when it comes to cowardly liars. The only successes you can ever even think of claiming are your mediocre college degree and the fact that you've pulled the wool over a remarkable foolish old man.
Brien passes the microphone over to Bianca. Who takes it with a look of annoyance on her face as she speaks in her normal tone.
Bianca LeBlanc: Ugh thank god that uggo has not even earned the right to interview either of us. Last month was a fluke Uggo Morris? Stuck her disgusting trashy self into my match because of her jealousy because she lost one on one cleanly to me. Had that not happened my hand would have been the one rose. Now me and Brien here are stucking taking on a child and wrestling's biggest fraud.
Bianca said rolling her eyes in disgust thinking about tonight.
Bianca LeBlanc: Like after tonight you will all be talking about the Fourthcoming because we are gonna take things back, firstly the Calloways are gonna prove why they are the premier tag team in this damn company. And, then me and Brien are gonna expose Bernard and save sweet little Barry. I mean it's such a shame that his father and Bernard have tormented the poor kid. Like he needs friends like us don't’ you agree Brien?
The microphone is pasted back to Brien.
Brien LeBlanc: I completely agree Bianca. Barry Ray is being trapped and suffocated by Bernard Cornelius with a tyrant-like efficiency, the only problem is the man is a bumbling idiot. You put Barry Ray in our corner and suddenly you have an absolute world beater on your hands, a guaranteed future World Champion. It's far too late for that now though. Our only hope is that we'll be able to beat some sanity back into the poor kid whilst reducing Bernard into an even bigger uggo loser than he already is. All to prove a point. See The Forthcoming is the best thing in this company. No one's talking about the retirement collective or Thotley or the main event of Legendary 9. We put asses in seats and it seems several people have a bone to pick with that. You can't snuff out one bright star let alone four of them. After tonight our reign of terror continues. I don't care if it's the Pride of 1WM Championship or World Heavyweight Champion next. We'll have 'em all in due time.
Bianca is given back the microphone smirking smugly.
Bianca LeBlanc: Like honestly we are the stars we are what the basics in the arena pay to see whether anyone else likes it or not. And that is what Bernard is gonna find out the hard way that we are the show, the fact that he somehow got a match with us is really an insult because we are once again forced to carry this man to relevance and it's just sad. We should be fighting for championships against the likes of Ryan Blanderson and Thotley but no. Instead they give title matches to lowlifes and freaks.
Bianca passes the mic back to Brien to cap it off in an aggressive and malicious tone.
Brien Storm: Tonight's match is an afterthought! Your Favorite Worst Nightmare and Miss 1WM are running clean through Core Family Values Inc. Everybody has known this since the match was announced. The Forthcoming are firmly focused on the future… and the future is fucking bright.
The microphone is quickly discarded by Brien and the pair walk off set to get ready for their match.
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Scene cuts backstage, it's dark with only a spotlight pointing onto 'Team Madness', Echo Layne and Alex Monroe. Echo stepped up, she had a cupcake in her hand and her expression was happy-go-lucky. However it changed rather quickly into a sly vicious smirk, Echo licked the frosting from the cupcake before she angrily tossed it onto the ground. Alex looked at Echo. She was shocked that Echo tossed the cupcake onto the ground.
Echo Layne: Hey? One Wrestle? Hi, we're Team Madness and we're here to remind you that you shouldn't be sleeping on us? You really don't know what we're fully capable of.
Alex stepped in front of the camera.
Alex Monroe: You can come at us with your petty, fat jokes and your childish insults. Hey, Headhunters? We haven't forgotten what you did either and payback is coming boys. Watch your backs, fronts everywhere in between.
Echo stepped up in front of the camera in front of Alex.
Echo Layne: Keep your shitty cupcakes too!
Echo flipped a whole tray of cupcakes onto the ground. Alex looked at Echo stunned. This is a side of Echo she has never seen before.
Alex Monroe: Fact of the matter is we have the tag team championships already. We have truly unleashed, "Madness". Everyones in a panic. Why? Because they underestimate us. The 'Underdogs', we got the last laugh and this is just the beginning.
Alex and Echo held the titles up both of them smiling sarcastically. They tap them together like a high five.
Echo Layne: It's OUR time and when we win this match tonight and earn the opportunity to face The Regulators. These championships -Echo held the title up to the camera- they will be permanently ours.
Alex Monroe: Confidence is the key.
Team Madness both laughed.
Alex Monroe: Headhunters? Smoaks, Connelly Twins? We're sick of playing games and tonight you see a different kind of Madness.
Echo Layne: Tonight we cause chaos!
Once again they both laughed, Echo knocked over the spotlight as they skipped out of the scene.
~~
Tag Team Match/u]
Core Family Values, Inc (Bernard Core and Barry Ray Buford) versus Fourthcoming (“Miss 1WM” Bianca LeBlanc and "Favorite Worst Nightmare" Brien Storm)
Core Family Values, Inc (Bernard Core and Barry Ray Buford) versus Fourthcoming (“Miss 1WM” Bianca LeBlanc and "Favorite Worst Nightmare" Brien Storm)
Fourthcoming (seconded by Joshua Samson, Esq.) made their way to the ring first. They looked primed and ready to go but after a few moments Core Family Values, Inc never appeared.
Torres: I have received official word from 1WM management that Core Family Values, Inc, Bernard Core and Barry Ray Buford, are not currently on the premises. Therefore the winners of this match due to forfeiture…. Fourthcoming… Bianca LeBlanc and Brien Storm!!
The fans boo after the announcer announces the Fourthcoming as the winners as Bianca LeBlanc, Joshua Samson, and Brien Storm look happy with themselves as they order the ref to raise their hands due to the no show of Bernard Cornellius and Barry Ray. Which he does as the fans boo even louder.
Taj: The Fourthcoming pick up an easy win tonight as Core Family Values, Inc is a no show.
America: I thought I saw that idiot kid Barry Ray earlier in catering gobbling up all the cake?
As Bianca even does her trademark pageant wave to the booing fans before motioning to Simon to grab a couple of mics clearly yelling at him as she does that Brien, and Miss 1WM are handed microphones as they motion for the music to be cut. As Bianca, flips her hair smugly and proudly as she soon looks at the camera blowing it a proud kiss before speaking in the normal smug tone.
Bianca LeBlanc: Oh wow Brien look at this? They couldn’t even make it. I mean I know I’d be scared to take on us. After all the Fourthcoming runs this show after all, and for all the garbage Bernard talked, he has proven once again to be the biggest coward in this entire industry? I mean he ran away from tagging with me, and then now he has run away. The fact Barry Ray even followed him is sad, and pathetic.
The fans boo as Bianca maintains the same arrogant look on her face. As she places a hand on her hip. Samson claps and tells Bianca to ignore the fans.
Bianca LeBlanc: I mean don’t worry basics, you morons still got your money's worth because you got to see your favorite worst nightmare and Miss 1WM tonight. I mean look at us we are the show and soon enough our boys The HeadHunters are going to be tag team champions. Mark my words gold will be around each and everyone one of our waist and nothing anyone can do about it right Brien?
Bianca say in a sweet tone motioning to her Fourthcoming partner to speak. As the boos continue to only get louder. Brien puts the microphone to his mouth intent on releasing all the vitriol he had stored for a Core Family Values beatdown.
Brien Storm: I couldn't have put it better, Bianca. The matter of fact is that Brien Storm, Bianca LaBlanc, Eric Calloway, and Dexter Calloway are the best four professional wrestlers in One Wrestling Movement period! Meaning our mistreatment is over! Remember those words, I'll say them again! OUR MISTREATMENT IS OVER! As you can tell by our opponents actions we clearly have dickheads on the roster who'd quicker tuck their tales between their legs then come face us in this ring. Ryan Henderson, you absolute loser, one of us will gladly run through you! You can't keep ducking us forever. Someone has to make that title great. And we have our eyes on the big prize as well, don't even worry about that. Whoever comes out the World Champion, Arley or Stasi… It won't matter because the Forthcoming are raising the tempo. We are settling for nothing less than greatness. Get this…
Your Favorite Worst Nightmare walks over to one of the corners of the ring and get up to the second turnbuckle so the people in the back can hear him.
Brien Storm: Mark my fucking word! The Forthcoming will have all the gold by January 1st 2021. We are born Champions and we exude that status! It's only just we now take what rightfully ours.
Bianca LeBlanc: Sorry about it basics.
With that Bianca and Brien drops the mics as the music of the Forthcoming hits over the public address system as the fans greet it with boos as they soon exit the ring with Bianca barking at Simon to hold the ropes for her. Right as Bianca is about to get out of the ring, suddenly the lights cut out all at once, plunging the First Interstate Arena into total and complete darkness.
Taj: Ladies and Gentlemen, I don't know what's just happened but we've apparently lost power here in the arena!
America: I think that they can see that..but we're still broadcasting so that's something, right?
As the crowds start to flick on their cell phone lights, we can hear movement in the ring as people try to figure out what's going on when suddenly.
Voice: For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon! *AAARGH!* THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT!
Taj: Why does that sound familiar?
Before America can respond there is a huge mixed pop from the crowds as a powerful bass line starts up followed by a pulsing drum beat that seems to cause a reaction throughout the arena.
Can you hear Valhalla call?
Will you dine there tonight?
Take this fleet that we sailed here upon
And set it all alight
Will you dine there tonight?
Take this fleet that we sailed here upon
And set it all alight
Taj: I can't believe it, does that mean he's actually here?!
America: Who's here?
As the song continues, the lights in the arena suddenly blaze back to full and Bianca is in the ring facing the entrance way with a look of total disbelief on her face as she looks more than ready for a fight as Brien stands on the outside...as a person stands behind Bianca with a twisted smile on his face.
America: Who's the joker in the ring?!
Taj: That's Wil Pierce, the Strong Style Wrestling Grand Japan champion!!
Samson jumps onto the ring apron and motions for Bianca to look behind her but the "Queen B" moves backwards until she bumps into Wil standing there at which point she closes her eyes tightly before she quickly goes for a spinning back elbow smash but instead Wil ducks under it and then quickly hooks her arms before lifting her up and driving her headfirst into the mat with an elevated snap double underhook DDT to which the crowds explode with cheers!
Taj: And Wil takes out Bianca with the Knight Rider! Man, Joshua Samson looks absolutely livid with what's happened to one of his meal tickets!!
America: I'd say so, Taj. It's not everyday you watch one of your clients get laid out by a freak who doesn't even work HERE!!
Brien hits the ring and quickly tries to take out Wil, but the "Albert Wesker of Luchadores" dodges out of the way before slamming a high impact double palm thrust hard into "The Captain”'s chest, driving him out of the ring which only seems to heighten Samson's anger as he gets into the ring and gets right into the face of Wil, yelling in outrage.
America: I don't think that's the best idea that Joshua's ever had in his career.
Taj: Yeah, especially not considering that while he acts like a good guy...
Wil tilts his head to the right as he lets Joshua yell out him for a few seconds before that twisted smile comes back across Wil's face at which point Joshua slowly loses steam and starts to hold his hands up in an attempt to stop whatever is coming but instead Wil whips out and before anyone can actually blink, Wil hits a Somersault Reverse DDT onto Samson, planting him squarely right there in the middle of the ring which is followed by Wil hitting a kip-up as he walks over and demands a mic.
Taj: Oh geez, Joshua Samson just ate a Final Vent from the "Blackheart" himself.
America: Man, what's this guy got against Joshua's people anyways?
Wil stands there in the middle of the ring, enjoying the sight of his efforts before he walks over to where Bianca is and slouches down in the corner.
Wil Pierce: You know something? I've been trying very hard to be one of the good guys as of late, trying to be more like Masanori Kawada or something..but when it comes to waiting...eh?
Wil gives the camera a little bit of a shrug before he looks over at Bianca and smiles.
Wil Pierce: I told you back at Pro Wrestling Nova's chapter eight to tell your mouth piece to make the arrangements for our match to happen, but instead I see you playing patty fucking cake with the Care Bear Kid there and well, maybe I wasn't clear enough for you.
Wil then stands up and walks over to where Samson is rolling around on the mat in pain before he drops down to one knee and hauls Joshua's head up to look up at him.
Wil Pierce: Now, Chode the Wet Sprocket. You're the one who loves to call people "Meatheads", aren'tcha? Buddy boy, if you don't get me that match I told your girl there to make here soon...then Chode my boy, then consider this your sole warning.
Wil then lets go of Joshua as "Burn the Ships" by Blacktop Mojo begins to play again as he rolls out to the floor and heads out of the arena.
Team Madness, Echo Layne and Alex Monroe were seen backstage. They were talking amongst themselves laughing and joking around.
Echo Layne: Petty.
Echo was showing Alex some tweets that "The Headhunters" had tweeted about them.
Alex Monroe: Come on? They attack people from behind? What did you expect from them?
Echo and Alex were sitting upon a black crate showing each other the petty, childish tweets about themselves to one another.
Dexter Calloway: Man, fucc dem hoes, E. I'm serious...all we gots ta do is...
Eric Calloway: Wait ah minnit. Lookie wat we got here, D...
Walking into the scene not more than ten feet away are the Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway. The brothers notice Team Madness and a devilish smile comes across their faces. Team Madness hadn't noticed the Headhunters just yet, they were both looking down at their phones.
Echo Layne: Whoa, what's that smell?
Alex looked around and rolled her eyes upon noticing the Headhunters entering the scene.
Alex Monroe: Must be something wrong? Huh, boys? It's a rare sight you are not attacking us from behind? You think a couple chair shots can take us out?
Echo and Alex laughed. Team Madness was on the Headhunters side at first until they saw an opportunity and took it. Who wouldn't?
Echo Layne: Alex, come on now. We both know it's just business? Right boys?
The California natives chuckled in unison.
Eric Calloway: It ain't like we didn't warn you broads days before. Don't still be salty over some shit like dat.
Dexter Calloway: Besides yall ain't dat damn important ta bust over da head again. Our point was proven.
Alex Monroe: Trust me, nobody is salty. What did you prove? Nothing.
Echo Layne: You know what they say? Payback is a bitch.
Team Madness laughed.
Alex Monroe: What do you want?
Echo Layne: Yeah? Why are you here? Come to tell us your best fat jokes?
Alex sighed.
Eric Calloway: We was jus passin thru on our way to pick up yall surprise fo yall lata.
Dexter Calloway: But we do got sum time ta spare if yall need ta hear bout Alex dere lookin like da yella Teletubby.
Alex Monroe: Surprise? Nah. You keep whatever it is.
Echo looked unimpressed upon hear the Teletubby comment.
Echo Layne: How funny? We're literally dying over here. NOT.
Echo laughed.
Echo Layne: Save your bullshit for the ring.
Alex Monore: Hey, do us a favor? Take a shower before the match.
Team Madness laughed.
Eric Calloway: Yall know none of dis had ta be like dis right? All we wanted was our Tag Team titles back.
Dexter Calloway: But instead of doin da right thang yall hoes wanted ta go into business fo yall self. Dere ain't no turnin back now.
The Headhunters sneer at Team Madness perched on the crates.
Eric Calloway: Oh yeah...dere's fresh brownies in caterin...
Team Madness just looked at each other and laughed.
Eric Calloway: We’ll see yall dumb ass in da ring.
Dexter Calloway: I’m sure yall will love our surprise.
The Headhunters laugh as they walk past the woman.
~~
Singles Match
"Cornfed Badass" Cassie Morse versus Olivia Rhodes
"Cornfed Badass" Cassie Morse versus Olivia Rhodes
The tension between the two women can almost be cut with a knife as they stand across the ring, glaring at one another. They both walk to the center of the ring at the referee’s insistence and stand toe to toe, Olivia being somewhat stoic as Cassie seems to be mumbling something inaudibly. Olivia goes to strike first, but Cassie manages to block the hit, holding Olivia’s hand forcibly. But Olivia quickly turns it back around with a one-handed cartwheel into an arm drag that sends Cassie across the ring. Both competitors are quick up to their feet, but Olivia is just a little bit faster and goes directly after Cassie, hitting her directly with a knife-edge chop before hoisting her up for a Canadian backbreaker rack. After a few moments, which included Cassie screaming, Olivia drops Cassie to the mat, gloating as she walks around her fallen opponent. Bending down, Olivia yanks Cassie up by the wrist and Cassie hits her with a stiff elbow shot to the chest, causing her to stumble back. But Olivia answers with a superman punch before quickly following up by whipping Cassie off into the corner. Olivia measures Cassie up, looking to hit a big boot to the cornered Cassie, but the Tennessee native was ready and ducks out of the way, leaving Olivia to hang herself up. Cassie immediately tries rolling her up but only manages to get a count of two.
Taj: These two women are giving it their all in this match so far.
America: (sarcastically) You think they’re in some sort of feud, huh, Taj?
Cassie wastes no time in wearing down Olivia who has gotten up to her knees, bouncing off the ropes for added momentum and hitting her with a running dropkick. She kips back up to her feet before hitting Olivia with a cannonball senton. Instead of going for a pin, Cassie goes to lock in Southern Discomfort (Crucifix Armbar Chokehold) but she has difficulty locking in Olivia’s arm and eventually gives up. Instead, Cassie gets up to her feet and pulls Olivia up to her feet, hitting a swinging neckbreaker as the crowd roars alive. This propels her to start climbing the turnbuckle upon where she perches herself. Taking a look back at Olivia to make sure she hasn’t moved, Cassie then launches herself for a moonsault. But as she comes down, Olivia gets her knees up and Cassie lands abdomen first on them. Cassie starts clutching at her stomach as Olivia locks in Silence Rendered (headscissor crucifix choke). Cassie flails around, trying to reach the bottom rope with her feet. But she’s too far to the center of the ring and eventually has no other choice than to tap out.
Torres: Here is your winner by submission… OLIVIA RHODES!
Backstage in the arena where Legendary 9 is held, there is a movie set style doorway set up to resemble a mock saloon as the Regulators' base of operations. Jane is pulling out the fourth sheet of cupcakes from an oven they had brought in, as they were expecting Echo Layne and Alexandria Monroe to make a deal to get their physical titles back. Sadie, who was covering some of the previous cupcakes with icing questioned this idea.
Sadie Cassidy: Is this really going to work?
Jane Adler: Well, those are the terms she asked for, and they're far more reasonable than the Headhunters are. Maybe we can do this peacefully.
Echo Layne and Alex Monroe are seen backstage heading towards the, "Regulators" door. However they didn't bring the Tag Team titles with them.
Echo Layne: I can't believe they are actually making us cupcakes?
Alex laughed.
Alex Monroe: Because they think we're gonna give them their titles back. Duh, Echo.
Echo Layne: Should we give them back?
Alex chuckled.
Alex Monroe: Uh, absolutely not!
Team Madness walked inside the mock saloon. Alex didn't want to return the titles yet. She agreed to however hear them out. Plus Echo wanted to give them a chance?
Alex Monroe : Hello? Anyone home?
Alex and Echo stood in the saloon. They see the girls over by one of the tables. The two of them had been working since sun up to try and make a deadline for the exchange, as there were numerous trays lined with cupcakes of various flavors, as Sadie would be the first to greet them on their arrival.
Sadie Cassidy: Hey there, make yourself at home, we've just about finished!
She said, going back to work, as Jane nudged her partner and whispered to Sadie.
Jane Adler: Hey... they don't look like they've brought the belts...
Sadie Cassidy: Yeah, you're right... either they're playing hardball or trying to dupe us.
She said with a bit of a glare, while Jane would whisper back with her.
Jane Adler: Let's play it cool for now, give them a chance to do the right thing. If they don't, then we'll take care of the problem.
She said, going to get one of the trays they had made to offer a sample to Team Madness. Echo and Alex looked at each other. They could tell by the looks upon Jane and Sadie's faces that they were wondering where their championships were at?
Alex Monroe: Ya, hey girls? Sorry, we didn't bring your "Championships ". We don't trust you? I'm sure you understand.
Alex smirked. Alex was the hardheaded one, Echo was the more mellow one. Mellow on her good days? Especially if it involved snacks.
Echo Layne: Let's get to it? Whatcha got?
Alex Monroe: Whoa. Chill. Echo.
Echo was excited for this, she absolutely loved snacks, sweets etc. The redheads both had a bit of an annoyed grimace on their face. Alex had a point not to trust them, however, had they been dishonest, Jane and Sadie would've already ambushed and beaten up the thieves in the first place. Jane puts down the tray of cupcakes, and spoke out to their guests.
Jane Adler: Oh, we understand... but, I'll have you know we aren't going to slave in front of a hot oven for no good reason.
Alex Monore: It's not just you we don't trust, it's everyone. Those idiots Headhunters attacked us from behind for absolutely no reason.
Echo Layne: We have your titles in a safe place. Don't worry.
Alex looked at Echo slightly annoyed.
Echo Layne: Let's get to it?
Echo looked at the tray of cupcakes on the table. She pulls out a magnifying glass, yes Echo took her sweets very seriously.
Sadie Cassidy: Absolutely, we understand that. Those two have been nothing but a thorn in our side for a while...
She said with a bit of a scowl, as they had a genuine reason to do so. Sadie would watch her analyze the red velvet cupcake, as she commented to her.
Jane Adler: You, uh... you're very thorough aren't you?
Alex Monroe: Throne? More like a really horrible movie that never ends.
Team Madness would get their revenge on those idiots soon enough.
Echo Layne: I have to be? This is about your championships after all.
Echo looked at the cupcakes, she hadn't heard them say they were red velvet. Which she hated. Echo went to pick up one of the cupcakes.
Alex Monroe: Wait, Echo…
Alex had noticed that the cupcakes were red velvet. 'God damn it' she said to herself.
Alex Monroe: Don't eat it.
Echo looked confused. She went to take a bite. However Alex knocked the cupcake out of her hand.
Alex Monore: It's Red Velvet!
Echo had an annoyed look upon her face now.
Echo Layne: This is no good.. and to think were actually gonna give you your title back!
Echo stormed off, Alex sighed before going after her.
~~
“Love is a Parasyte” by Blanck Mass started playing and The Master Sisters came to the arena to the sound of a few boos. They, however, looked pretty content, each of them with a cup on one of their hands and a microphone on the other. Moonlight also carried a bottle of wine with her.
Aurora Master: Now, now, ladies and gentleman, we’re just here to have a toast with you, no need to set your panties on fire.
Carnival Masters: Tho that’d be extra cool.
Aurora Master: We just had our very first match and, of course, our very first win. So, even though Legendary seems to feature more veteran blood, we thought we could make an exception this time, so we could celebrate with ALL of you.
Moonlight Masters: Weren’t we on last Legendary?
Aurora Master: And I’ll make sure we’re on the next too. Gimme that bottle.
Moonlight shrugged and gave her the bootle. Aurora took it and gave her glass to an adult fan in the audience.
Aurora Master: Cheers mate!
She filled the glass with wine and, as the fan was getting ready to drink it, she took the glass from his hands.
Aurora Master: Thanks for holding it.
Carnival Masters: Wait… I don’t think we’re allowed to drink at work.
Aurora Master: Oh shit, you’re right!
Aurora threw the wine glass to the fan’s lap, soaking him. As the security was trying to stop him from jumping the fence, Aurora got inside the ring with her two sisters without even sharing a glance at the scene she just caused.
Aurora Master: Well, a clap of hands to us anyways, the coolest sisters around.
Aurora and Carnival clapped over jeers, Carnival started to try to clap louder than the boos, but since that wasn’t working, she started slapping the microphone making incredibly loud and awful thud sounds, which caused the fans to stop booing and cover their ears.
Carnival Masters: Ah, win numero dos.
Moonlight Masters: Please don’t do that again.
Anyways, we’re not here to celebrate for too long, I have other things to announce, things that a REAL 1WM should already be aware anyways. My lil’ sis Moonlight is going to represent us during Glory in a triple threat against Loser Aurora Riley and Combichrist fan number one Qianna Marshall.
Hey, I like Combichrist.
Aurora Master: My point exactly.
Can’t tell if you’re insulting me.
Aurora Master: I’m ALWAYS insulting you. But the opponents aren’t really the thing to focus here, the thing to focus here is this.
Aurora points at the 6 feet 2 inches tall sibling.
Aurora Master: MOONLIGHT MURDERFUCKING BOSS MASTER!
Moonlight looked right at the camera.
Aurora Master: If you haven’t, you need to start focusing on her and on us. If you missed last Glory, go check it back, in slow motion if you have to. Watch it over and over, and if you don’t watch Glory, change that, check next Glory, because there’s a Moonlight match, and you don’t miss a Moonlight match. You want to see a trainwreck, you want to see someone look like a ragdoll at the hands of a masterpiece of nature, then do NOT forget, September fifth, twenty-twenty, Glory number FIVE. And if you by any means are in Washington instead of shitty Montana then…
The arena interrupted Aurora with an audible boo when they heard her insult their home state.
Aurora Master: God damn it, you’re easier to play than a fiddle, you want me to insult the Montana Grizzlies too? I didn’t even knew that team name 20 minutes ago because nobody gives a shit about fake rugby besides you fat bastard Americans, but I took 2 minutes to learn it because your brains are hollow and I like to make you feel angry. This is why cyberbullying exists and it’s hilarious… either way, Washington… buy the tickets, come to watch because Moonlight is going to give you a show well worth your money. Now bye… Montana, take your shitty nationalism with you.
Aurora threw the microphone away and the rest of the sisters did the same, causing three loud thuds when they hit the floor, and then they left the arena, as the fans booed them.
Taj: Well the Masters sisters seemed to be putting the entire 1WM roster on notice.
America: If I were still an active wrestler I’d take notice of them for sure.
Fatal Four Way Tag Team Elimination Match
Team Madness (Echo Layne and Alex Monroe) versus The Smoaks (Nicole and Taren Smoak) versus The Connelly Twins (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly) versus The Headhunters (Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway)
Team Madness (Echo Layne and Alex Monroe) versus The Smoaks (Nicole and Taren Smoak) versus The Connelly Twins (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly) versus The Headhunters (Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway)
Taj: This is going to be a HUGE match with HUGE ramifications, America. The winning team will get a 1WM Tag Team Championship match against either Lash Donohue and Cain Dominguez or Regulators, Inc.
America: So basically you’re saying it’s going to be The Headhunters versus Regulators, Inc…
Taj: That remains to be seen. So let’s find out.
All four teams start off the match in a bit of a cluster… a mess. Echo is going after Dexter, Nicole is going after Angelita, Taren is going after Eric and Alexandria is going after Kylie. Nicole and Angelita are trading blows off in one corner and Angelita has Nicole backed into it. She goes off on Nicole with a series of repeated shoot kicks to Nicole’s abdomen. As Nicole stumbles out of the corner, Angelita hits her with Fatal Flaw (double knee facebreaker). At the same time Eric Calloway hits Taren with Southern Pride (T-bone suplex). They cover each woman at the exact same time.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The Smoaks have been eliminated!
Taj: The Smoaks have been eliminated!
America: I mean it’s the Smoaks. Did anyone really think they had a chance of winning this thing?!
As The Smoaks head back to the backstage area, Eric and Angelita get up to their feet and start going at it. In the meantime, both members of Team Madness are gunning for Dexter. Kylie rushes over to help her sister but Eric hits Angelita with a full nelson facebuster before turning to help his brother with Team Madness. Just as he’s about to reach them, Echo hits Dexter with a soaring dropkick before Alexandria goes to hit him with a shining wizard. But Eric manages to cut her off, with a gore that looks as though it broke her in half. He throws her out of the ring and helps Dexter up to his feet. Echo comes charging towards them but is met with a spinebuster from Dexter before the two of them hit San Andreas Fault (wheelbarrow suplex/sitout rear mat slam combo). Eric tells his brother to cover Echo. But out of nowhere, Kylie comes running in and hits him with Makeover (headlock driver). Dexter gets up and growls at Kylie only to be met with Egoista (arm trap neckbreaker) by Angelita as Kylie covers Eric.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The Headhunters have been eliminated!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Taj: So it seems that it won’t be the Calloway brothers that move on to contend for the Tag Team Championships.
America: This is some bullsh---
Angelita and Kylie pull the fallen Echo up to her feet, lifting her up for Atracción Fatal when Alexandria comes sliding in, hitting Kylie with a superkick and causing her to drop Echo before going at it with Angelita. Angelita stands her ground, fighting back against Alexandria’s blows by quickly hooking her up for an exploder suplex. In the meantime, Echo has locked in an octopus hold on Kylie. Angelita turns around and hits a dropkick on Echo to the face. Kylie gets out of the hold and uses the ropes to get back up to her feet before charging at Alexandria, going for a leaping clothesline, but Alexandria ducks underneath it, hitting her with a Russian legsweep and then heads straight for Angelita, hitting her with a ripcord rolling elbow. Angelita drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope to the apron. Kylie gets up to a knee only for Echo to hit her with Natural Selection as Alexandria locks in her double arm crossface finisher Asking Alexandria. After fighting the locked in hold, trying to get to the ropes to break the count, Kylie has no choice but to tap out.
DING DING DING!!!
Torres: Here are your winners by submission Alex Monroe and Echo Layne… TEAM MADNESS!
Taj: What a remarkable match that was! In the end it will be Team Madness as the Number One Contenders to the 1WM Tag Team Championships!
America: This is a goddamn travesty! I can’t believe---
“Hey, hey, Team Kindness?”
The voice of Eric Calloway comes over the PA system of the First Interstate Arena interrupting America Vaughn. In the ring Team Madness, as well as the collective fans, attention is drawn to the entrance stage. From the back the Headhunters walk out.
Eric Calloway: Congrats on yall fuckin win. Neva let it be said dat da Headhunters aren’t gracious losers. Dat bein said we told yall we have a surprise fo yall and now it only seems more fittin we give it ta y’all.
Dexter begins to laugh as Eric raises his arm into the arm. Echo and Alexandria look on in confusion. With a quick lowering of Eric’s arm, there is a huge “whoosh” sound heard throughout the arena and suddenly hundreds of small hairy forms fall from the sky into the ring showering Team Madness.
Taj: What in the world is that?!
America: It...it...looks like cats but dead ones!
Sure enough the forms are that of lifeless cats. Team Madness are in a state of horror and shock. On the entrance stage Eric and Dexter laugh. The show quickly fades to a commercial.
Graham Baker: The Pride of One Wrestle Movement Championship. Tell me, Ryan, how prideful really are you?
Graham Baker’s in his usual spot in the One Wrestle Movement locker room, although his hands are already wrapped with boxing tape. He’s wasting little time, staring dead ahead at the camera with a deathly look on his face. His eyes, despite being sunken from an obvious lack of sleep, burn like two hot coals set into his skull. A grimace sits upon his face.
Graham Baker: You won this championship in a battle royale that you and I both took part in-but you, my friend? You had the advantage of a clear head, while I was distracted. My eyes wandered as I prepared for a knife in my back from Campbell Chase, long since gone, or the Headhunters, long since defanged, or even, even Brien Storm, long since disavowed. You had a clear path to victory, and you capitalized. Impressive, to say the least.” Baker shrugs. “And I can’t fault you for it. You found the opportunity of a lifetime, and you’ve held it since then. Saint John, Drake, tangling with Emeritus...I have to give you props.” Baker gives a nod and a salute. “Of course, though, it’s easier to work in the spotlight when you’re not sewn to the hip of something doomed to sink.
Baker clenches his hands together.
Graham Baker: For months now, I’ve been glued to the name Arley Kirk, to all of the ‘AK Army’,” Baker makes air-quotes around the term before he continues, “and it’s gotten me nothing. Well. I can’t say that-it’s gotten me ambushed, jumped, fucked over, so on and so fucking forth, sucking the air out of my lungs, the heat out of my stride. Of every match I’ve competed in in One Wrestle Movement, I’ve been involved in the pinfall of a big fat fucking one, when I won my debut, before the big boss man decided to strap me to Arley Kirk’s saddle and slap that horse, sending it screaming into the fucking sun. I’ve watched this company run on past me, people like you taking spots meant for people like me. While I was playing cheerleader, you got the gold. Well, now I’ve got a chance to fix that.
Baker chuckles as he clasps his hands together.
Graham Baker: After tonight? Arley Kirk, The Regulars, Cassie Morse? On their own. I’m not going to be backing everyone else up and letting my shit fall to the wayside. They want help? It’s on them to make it worth my fucking while. Now? I’m focused entirely, solely on myself, and right now? The thing that I need to do to get my steam back is turn Ryan Henderson into a pile of dust and gore. It’s a shame you’ve found yourself in my crosshairs, Ryan, because I don’t dislike you. Hell, I don’t have any issues with you. You’re a self-starter. You’re a fighting champion, circumstances have just brought us to a head on collision. And few survive that.
Baker taps his fingers on his leg as he continues.
Graham Baker: When I changed my attitude here in One Wrestle, I said that the blade was falling on those who opposed me. I said that I was going to drop the Guillotine on anybody who couldn’t withstand the force of change. Losses aside, matches aside, my misplacement on every card run by this fucking organization aside, I still have come to up the ante, I still have come to be the measuring stick. Henderson’s not the first, definitely not the last, but absolutely the most recent. Now tell me, Hendo...you call yourself Limitless, but let’s see your limits on display when I chop you to fucking bits and drop you on your head so many times, you can’t tell which was is up.
Baker looks back to the camera. He wears a vicious grin
Graham Baker: Will you survive? Or remain just another head in a fuckin’ basket? I’ll let you figure that one out.
Baker raps his knuckles on the bench as we slowly fade to black…
~~
Singles Match
Jacob "The Natural" Striker versus "Ya Girl" Q
Jacob "The Natural" Striker versus "Ya Girl" Q
The opening lyrics of “Believer” by Imagine Dragons plays throughout the First Interstate Arena bringing the crowd to a chorus of boos. They know but one person is ready to make their way out to the ring and it’s none other than everyone’s biggest nuisance, Ya Girl Q. It’s not long before Q makes her way through the entrance, walking M&M on a leash; flanked by either side by a Stanton Enterprise Employee. Q has her YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Championship proudly around her waist. As the group makes their way down to the ring, we see four large items placed in the ring with tarps over them. Q makes her way to the ring with a microphone.
Ya Girl Q: Well, here we are again. Aren’t you all just sick of giving me a live mic each month? Okay, me neither. I just wanted to make sure we are all in agreement. So here we are in Billings, Montana. Really got to give it up for Billings, right? I saw you guys have a statue here of George Custer. You must really feel he’s one of your own, right? Graduated from West Point. Hooray. The thing is, George Custer actually does have a lot in common with Billings, Montana. For starters, he graduated bottom of his class from West Point much in the same vein that Billings, Montana really is at the bottom when it comes to class throughout the United States. Much like all of your parents out there are of you, I’d like to believe that George Custer’s mother was very disappointed in him. Gertrude Kuster, God rest her soul, wanted her son to grow up and become a member of the clergy. Much like the disrespectful sorry saps that make up Billings, George Custer went his own route and turned his back on his mother’s wishes. Now I’m sure George went on to do some good things here and there but it doesn’t really fit into my narrative so all of your thoughts are just mute points.
The barrage of boos just reign in on Q as she stands in the middle of the ring with a smile from ear to ear.
Ya Girl Q: Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, Let’s talk a little bit about what brings you all to the First Interstate Arena tonight; ME. I know you boo me. I know you like to throw trash into the ring when you don’t like what I have to say but deep down you love me. YOU REALLY LOVE ME. But, here’s the thing. It has recently come to my attention that there are actually people out there that think I’m obsessed with myself. Gasp. I know. How dare they? Me? Too preoccupied with myself? Does not wish to support my overfed ego. HOW RUDE. Well, the thing is, these are all comments made towards me by my opponent “the Natural” Jacob Striker. I know. I know. He is so unkind.
For a moment Q looks almost as though she is ready to cry. She then laughs and continues.
Ya Girl Q: The truth of the matter is Jacob Striker, when learning that he would be taking on Ya Girl Q he had but one thought. “Oh Shit!” You see, young Jacob knows fully well that he does not stand a chance against the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion. I have fought to be a champion and I remain a champion but for one reason; I’m just that great. You see, for one tiny iota I thought, “hey Q, let’s give this young rock and roller a chance to brush shoulders with greatness. Let’s give him a shot at your highly coveted YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Championship.” Nah, I’m good. Jacob just isn’t worthy enough to even get a chance to be near my dear championship. But there is one treat I will give him. Just a few days ago on Twitter I told young Jacob that I had something special to show him. All of you out there know Ya Girl Q can always be trusted. What you see before you, young Jacob, is a part of your gift from me to you. Boys, if you will.
The Stanton Enterprise employees go over to the items in the ring and remove the tarps to expose four mirrors all pointing directly at Q.
Ya Girl Q: Isn’t it amazing, young Jacob? This truly is the greatest gift you would ever receive. And what makes it even better? If you stand at the right angle, you can see four more of me. What’s better than one Q? That’s five Q’s all around you. You’re welcome, young Jacob.
Q takes a moment to look in each reflection to make sure her hair is perfect.
Ya Girl Q: Young Jacob, you may think of me as someone that is self-absorbed, petty, always looking in the mirror at myself, perhaps even someone without their eyes on the prize. You’re actually feeling quite confident right now. Perhaps I should make a suggestion. Go back to thinking ‘Oh Shit!’ I may be kind and generous by giving you the gift of more ME but when we sound this bell, Q is gonna break ya. You see, I’m pissed off. I’m pissed off that the masked dingus known as Arley Kirk handed me my first pinfall loss in One Wrestle Movement. I’m pissed off that this company picks and chooses who they want to be their golden children. I mean, come on. Take a look at the way Mr. Stanton is not allowed to go near the precious fragile Arley Kirk. Take a look at how Cain Dominguez can interrupt people’s scheduled mic time, get involved in matches and ultimately garbers praise for it. Meanwhile, Mr. Stanton, THE MAJORITY SHAREHOLDER, is suspended for doing essentially the same exact thing. Young Jacob, I’m pissed off about a lot of things and that only spells trouble for you. So take your noose, take Katrina, give them both a long passionate kiss because I’m out to expend some of this excess rage. I don’t care who you trained with. I don’t care what you’ve done to prepare for me. There is no preparing for Ya Girl Q. It’s what makes me so….. Unique. So get on down here and enjoy the view while it lasts. Ya Girl Q is ready to break ya.
America: Let me be honest here. Q is one of the most talented and skilled wrestlers on the 1WM roster; she’s proven that by only having one loss on her record and that was against Arley. My issue is this though, if she really focused on her career here in 1WM she would no doubt be the World Champion instead of the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion.
Taj: You know in the nine months since we’ve been doing this I think that’s the most you've ever said at one time. But a bit of a correction… Q has three losses on her record.
Q and Jacob lock up in the center of the ring, pushing each other back and forth to gain control. After a few moments, Q is able to gain that control by putting her foot behind Jacob and thrusting him backward, basically tripping him up from behind. He quickly gets back up to his feet, but Q whips him off into the corner and follows it up with a running knee before he has a chance to react. As Jacob stumbles out of the corner, Q rolls up him and barely gets a two count before he kicks out. She looks frustrated and delivers a quick thumb to the eye, passing it off as an accident as the referee confronts her about it. Jacob is stirring on the mat, but doesn’t react in time as Q locks in a Boston crab, wrenching it back as she tries to get Jacob to tap out. When he doesn’t show any signs of tapping, Q releases the hold and bends down to pick him up to his feet, only to be hit with a headbutt.
Taj: Well we knew this was going to be a hard hitting affair and neither Jacob or Q have disappointed on that front.
America: Not in the least!
Jacob is quick up to his feet, hitting Q with a Mongolian chop before following it up with multiple forearm smashes and then a running arched big boot. Q goes off into the ropes and as she comes rebounding back, she’s met with Jacob scooting around to her back before hitting a tiger suplex. He goes for a cover and gets a two count before Q kicks out and he looks visibly frustrated. He argues with the referee for a bit about how that should’ve been a three count. In the meantime, Q has gotten back up to her feet and charges Jacob with a clothesline, but he ducks underneath it and hits The Last Surprise (slingblade) as she turns around. He takes a few steps back and waits for Q to get back to her feet and once she does he sets her up for The Apocalypse (emerald flowsion). But before he can hit it, a neck bracing wearing Joshua Samson, ESQ hobbles down the ramp and hops onto the apron.
Taj: What in the world is Joshua Samson doing out here?!After that attack on him by Wil Pierce I’m surprised he’s not laid up in a hospital!
America: Joshua is a true warrior, Taj. I wonder if Q has become one of his clients?
The referee is quick to confront Samson as Jacob drops Q. He begins arguing with Samson and because his back is turned, it allows Enforcer to slide into the ring and hit him with a spinning spinebuster! Enforcer quickly drags Q onto a fallen Jacob and Samson hops onto the apron.
America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Taj: Why in the world has Enforcer attacked Jacob Striker? Is Enforcer aligned with Joshua? Are Enforcer and Joshua aligned with Q? I’m so confused!
The referee looks confused but eventually drops for the count.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!!
Torres: Here is your winner by pinfall… Q!
Holding his braced neck, Joshua walks backward up the ramp looking at the ring as he screams “meathead!”
The fans in the arena are all of a sudden at fever pitch as the cameras cut to the AK Army locker room and we see Lash Donohue holding the punching bag and applying resistance for Arley as she lays some impressively fast punches and kicks into it. Lash grunts with exertion as the Suicide Blonde blasts away.
Lash Donohue: Sis, how about slowin' ya ass down and actually putting some force behind your offense? Speed is only gonna get ya so far!
The fans laugh as Arley lets out a war cry and then proceeds to do as Lash said. His eyes bulge as she hits the bag right next to his face and it roughly bounces off his forehead, knocking him back a little. They cheer as Arley lines up and moves in to deliver a jumping roundhouse, and the fans laugh again as Lash moves the bag back at the last second and Arley kicks thin air before she falls on her backside. She angrily gets back up and Lash laughs and tries to cover up as she starts laying into him instead, screaming unintelligibly. The fans gasp as she punches Lash square in the side of the face. She clipped his nose, and a trickle of blood dribbles down his face immediately.
Taj: Oh my!! What's gotten into our champion lately?!
America: She is sick of it all, Taj! Can't you see?
Arley moves in to continue the onslaught, and at this point, Lash sees red and he instinctively grabs both of her wrists. Arley grinds her teeth and then she goes to scream in his face, but Lash's brow furrows and for maybe the first time ever, the fans gasp as they are able to sense the pure lava of the anger in the man who probably goofs off the most on the entire roster.
Lash Donohue: HEY!! FUCKIN' KNOCK IT OFF!! WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS?
Arley falls silent and relents immediately, yet Lash does not let go of her wrists.
Lash Donohue: Someone has gotta yank your masked head outta your masked ass sooner or later, aren't ya glad it's your brother?
There's a mixed reaction in the crowd. Arley is stunned and she has no response. Lash takes this cue to continue on.
Lash Donohue: Listen! I don't know why you're taking shots at ME, when you are about to defend that big sexy gold belt, and you could be saving this pent up aggression for Stasi Herveaux! She's the one you REALLY wanna punch, kick and run fuckin' rings around!
There is a great response for this point as Lash finally lets go of Arley's wrists and her entire demeanor changes from that of shock to that of determination!
Arley Kirk: You know what? You're absolutely RIGHT. What I did to that bag and my little brother is pretty much a miniscule preview of what's in store for THAT one in our main event! And ya know something else?
There's a rousing welcome for 1WM interviewer Mari Moon as she opens the door and strides confidently in, her ever present microphone in hand.
Mari Moon: Well hey there, Lash! Evening, champ! I heard some commotion from down the hall and I could smell an interview cooking!
Both Arley and Lash give Mari a playful suspicious look.
Mari Moon: Oh my, Lash. You're bleeding! Here, let me...
Lash simply wipes it off on the back of his hand, eliciting a groan from the crowd and a disgusted look from Arley. Mari seems to wince as she holds up the mic for Lash.
Lash Donohue: It's all gravy. It's just AK showing me how much she loves me, is all. It's the kind of tough love I need, yeah? It's the kinda stuff that lights a fire under my ass! I need that fire if I'm gonna rustle up my amigo, Cain Dominguez and capture them gorgeous 1dub tag titles tonight!
Mari Moon: You guys definitely have your work cut out! Regulators Inc. are not a team who will make this task easy for you!
Lash Donohue: Heck to the NO, Mari. Beating Jane and Cassidy is only half the battle! We gotta pry the damn things from the hands of...argh..I can't stand the tension in the air! The anticipation is killin' me! I'm out! Me and Cain gotta prepare some more! Laters!
With that, Lash speeds off out of the room and down the hall, the door slamming behind him.
Arley Kirk: He's always like this before a match.
Mari Moon: He sure seems hyper focused tonight, this is a good sign!
Arley Kirk: I tell ya what though, Mari...
With her gaze turning to the lens, Arley's eyes narrow just a little bit as she continues.
Arley Kirk: He ain't as hyper focused as me!
The fan volume picks up as AK carefully takes her title off of the top of her locker and slings it over her shoulder.
Mari Moon: You ought to be! Stasi Herveaux is one dangerous individual!
As Mari says this, a broad grin develops behind that Suicida mask. Mari grins back as she passes AK the mic.
Arley Kirk: You're damn right. Stasi Herveaux is the type of contender who, through cunning alone, could topple literally anybody in the business if their wits are not sharpened beyond belief.
A mixed reaction rises up in the arena.
Arley Kirk: Stasi is intelligent. She is ruthless. She's a hungry one who will, and has, stepped over everyone and anyone to get what she wants.
Arley points to the 1WM world title and smiles knowingly for a second before she reverts back to her intense stare.
Arley Kirk: Our number one contender is the type who will sink low enough to steal the pennies from a dead man's eyes, yo.
Mari raises an eyebrow at this one. Confusion seems to be the crowd reaction.
Arley Kirk: The sad part for Stasi, though? Stasi never even considered one thing. While she is busily bending down to retrieve them proverbial pennies, I am the type of competitor who will come outta nowhere and kick her square in the fakkin' face!
This one gets a big pop from the fans in the arena. It grows in volume as Arley continues to speak.
Arley Kirk: From there it's AWN! You, my delusional friend, are gonna get ripped apart! From what I can tell of ya, it's become a self fulfilling prophecy! If you wanna go through life playing stupid games, you're gonna go through life winning stupid prizes. Word to the wise, Hervaux. The 1WM World Heavyweight championship ain't no stupid prize, so ya got no hope of winning it. Your kind of 'prize' is comin' in the form of an AK95 off the gotdang ring apron!
Mari grins and nods. The fans pop for this as Arley pats the center of the plate and then nods back confidently.
Arley Kirk: Now don't get me wrong, Mari Moon. I do enjoy ya company, but the greatest main event in Legendary history ain't gonna win itself. If you'll excuse me...
Arley smiles and passes Mari back her microphone. Arley turns to the lens one more time and raises the belt high in the air. This achieves another pop as Mari nods and heads out of the AK Army locker room, and the cameras swing back to the commentary desk.
Taj: Well there ya have it! We're gonna be watching the greatest main event in Legendary history tonight!
America rolls her eyes.
America: Arley promises us that EVERY damn month, Taj! It's getting old!
Taj: Great main events are getting old?
America: You know that's not what I mean! Ah, forget it. Let's check out a match already!
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
“Guillotine” Graham Baker versus “Limitless” Ryan Henderson ©
“Guillotine” Graham Baker versus “Limitless” Ryan Henderson ©
Torres: The following is a PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP match scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION!
“Blood//Water” (Tom Morello Mix) by grandson as Graham Baker makes his way to the ring.
Taj: Earlier tonight Graham has made his intentions clear where he stands when it comes to his career and it being aligned with AK’s Army.
America: It’s about time that he opens his eyes and sees that anyone associated with Arley is doomed to fail. If it doesn’t benefit Arley she could care less.
"To the Top" by Def Rebel plays as the Pride of 1WM Champion, Ryan Henderson, makes his way to the ring.
Taj: Ryan is looking primed and ready, America.
America: he better be, Taj, because this is probably going to be his hardest match since he’s become the Pride Champ.
The referee looks at both men to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Both men circle around one another with smirks on their faces. They talk trash to each other, neither man willing to take their eyes off of their opponents for even a second. Finally, the two men get fed up with one another and meet in the center of the ring, exchanging hard right hands. They battle back and forth across the ring, punch after punch connecting. Ryan gains control of the match when he knocks Graham against the ropes. Ryan hits him with a chop to the chest and then ties Graham's arms up in the ropes. He hits him with one more chop in the chest to wear him down before bouncing off of the ropes and kicking Graham in the jaw with a hard kick! Graham falls to the mat, but wisely crawls out of the way to keep Ryan from going for the cover.
Taj: Quick start to this one! Both of these men are talented enough to know exactly what they need to do to win!
America: Yeah...don’t get pinned by the other guy!
Smirking, Ryan looks at Graham pulling himself back up to his feet. The Pride Champ steps forward and hits Graham with a slap in the face that draws a few gasps from the fans. Ryan follows it up with a second. He then pulls Graham up to his feet and says something that the camera can't hear before bouncing off of the ropes. Before he can do anything to Graham on the rebound, Graham leaps into the air and cuts Ryan off with a double knee shot to the face! Ryan tries to pull himself back up to his feet, but Graham hits him in the mouth with an elbow! He then slams Ryan to the mat with a snap suplex! This time, it's Ryan rolling out of the way to keep Graham from going for the cover.
America: It's always fun to watch two people go back and forth against one another...
Ryan reaches his feet as Graham immediately hits him with a kick in the ribs. Graham follows it up with a second and then drags Ryan toward the middle of the ring. Graham smirks and sends Ryan crashing to the mat with a Goodnight, Osaka (vertical drop brainbuster to the knee)! He hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
America: Ryan is going to have a whopping headache later tonight!
Taj: Good thing 1WM has an excellent concussion protocol.
Ryan slowly heads over toward the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Graham hurries over and hits Ryan in the mouth with a forearm smash that knocks the champ onto the apron. He slumps against the turnbuckle as Graham charges and tries to connect with a knee strike! Ryan ducks out of the way just in time, Graham instead connecting with the turnbuckle! He tries to pull himself back up to his feet but Ryan grabs him and snaps off a Fatality (540 kick)! The fans are shocked as Ryan hooks the leg and picks up the...
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow, I thought Ryan had it there! I thought we had another successful defense of the Pride of 1WM Championship!
America: Sometimes it doesn't pay to go full throttle!
Ryan glares at the referee in annoyance. He then grabs Graham again and drags him back up to his feet. Ryan gets Graham in position for Killshot (fireman's carry spun out into a knee strike)! Graham blocks this attempt and spins Ryan around, leaping into the air and hitting him with a knee strike! Ryan stumbles around from the impact. Graham rushes forward and snaps off a Psalm Twenty Knee (running single leg high knee)! Graham scrambles over for the cover.
Taj: This could be it?!
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND NEW Pride of 1WM Champion….Graham Baker!!!
Taj: That was an impressive victory! Ryan Henderson had a very good run as the initial Pride of 1WM Champion. He should feel no shame whatsoever in this loss.
America: What?! He lost the match. He lost the title. He should definitely feel shame, Taj.
Backstage in the locker room Cain and Lash were gearing up for the big Tag Team title match later tonight against Regulators Inc. Cain is showing on camera lacing up his Boots Cain looks over at Lash who's off camera but comes into camera view as Cain says something to Lash.
Cain Dominguez: Oh Yo Lash, you ready?
Lash Turns and looks at Cain holding a tube of Super glue and someone’s boot. Cain noticed what was in his hands.
Cain Dominguez: Lash what the hell are doing?
Lash Donohue: Nothing, nothing at all.
Lash puts the glue and Boot down next to his chair. Cain kind of rolls his eyes.
Cain Dominguez: Look, I know you like to play jokes and whatever but tonight, we need to focus here. We have a chance to become World Tag Team Champions. Now I tend on winning those tag team titles. I don’t care if Regulators Inc, or that group of old farts don’t think we can do that but I want to shove it in their faces. For all the shit they have done and think we owe them anything. Let's do this to prove them wrong.
Lash nods affirmatively.
Lash Donohue: I wasn't playing a joke, man! This person's boot is coming apart! I want to help!
Cain just looks at Lash severely. Lash relents.
Lash Donohue: Aw alright. You're right. About everything. It's time to quit messing around. We have one mammoth task on our hands. You do know that once we defeat Regulators Inc, we still have a huge task ahead of us in actually claiming what is rightfully ours, right? I mean...just where in the purple fuck are the physical titles anymore?
Cain Dominguez: Well, I have no idea where they are. The boss needs to get on that because we want our belts when we take them. Yes I said that, because I believe we can and will do this. I bet that group of old timers have something to do with it. I don’t know what their deal is and what they hate us so bad. I mean yeah I get why Ricky hates me for dropping him on his ass but that was months ago. Those other clowns, yeah they just don’t get it. That’s the thing you know if and when we win, they will be looking our way even more. Even if they have to stand in line with the other contenders. You know what I mean?
Lash Donohue: Yeah man, simply because, we will stick our damn flag in the soil of the tag division. Even if it is only for the reason that we were the FIRST team in One Wrestle Movement who were a) Able to maintain our grasp on the gold and b) Be the ACTUAL champions all at the same time! Bah..these Emeritus goofs? Let 'em do what they wanna do. They don't concern us. We have more than made our stance clear, they're just pissed that they couldn't buy us. No matter how broke they say or even think we are, we will ALWAYS be richer than those creeps. So just let 'em, Cain. It's water off a duck's back...
Lash whacks Cain across the back enthusiastically, but it's maybe a little too hard. Cain's eyes bug, and his first instinct is to clock Lash one in the jaw, but he stops himself. The youngster means well. He just ruffles his dreads, which is a funny look into itself.
Lash Donohue: Whaddya say we go the hell out there and actually do this RIGHT NOW? Let's show Reg Inc why Agents of Chaos are here, loud and proud. Let's etch our names into the history books!
Cain Dominguez: Agents of Chaos? Humm, that has a lot of potential and what better way but putting it in the history book. Let's do this!
Scene fades to black and they get up and walk off camera.
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1WM Tag Team Championship Match
Lash Donohue and “Pain Maker” Cain Dominguez versus Regulators, Inc. (“Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy) ©
Lash Donohue and “Pain Maker” Cain Dominguez versus Regulators, Inc. (“Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy) ©
Torres: The following is an 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP match scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION!
The arena plunges into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage which moves in tune to the beat, there is a sudden explosion of fiery pyro and Lash gets a warm reaction as he leaps out from the backstage area at the same time.
Lash Donohue strides down the ramp confidently, his arms stretched out, slapping the hands which reach out. The fans get a lot more enthusiastic as Lash leaps up onto the barricade and shows off his agility. Lash reaches the end of the barricade wall and looks around, giving a somewhat cocky smirk as several flashbulbs go off while he leaps from the Wall to the ring apron, strikes his trademark pose and 'skins the cat'. Lash Donohue ascends to the top rope and gestures for the crowd to get louder before jumping down and awaiting his partner.
“Straight to Hell” by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing as the light dim with only red light’s filling the arena. Smoke fills the stage as Cain walks out on stage and at the top of the ramp he drops down to one knee looking like he is saying a prayer, he then smacks the ground once and yells out a scream with a crazy look on his face as flames explode on the stage each side of the ramp. The flames remain as he walks down the ramp to the ring. Cain stops just before the step and looks down at the ground, takes breaths before quickly looking back up, flipping his wet hair, before walking up the steps and gets into the ring. Cain yells again as he shows his crazy look again as he grabs the top rope looking at the crowd as the lights return to normal.
Taj: In a weird series of events the pairing of Lash Donohue and Cain Dominquez have the opportunity to become the 1WM Tag Team Champions.
America: With how crazy the tag team division has been nothing surprises me anymore. But are we really going to be calling Lash and Cain the Agents of Chaos?
"Honky Tonk Stomp" by Brooks & Dunn ushers in the titleless 1WM Tag Team Champions, “Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy.
Taj: Though they are currently without the 1WM Tag Team Championship belts, Regulator, Inc are indeed the reigning and defending champions.
America: In my eyes it’s The Headhunters. If it weren’t for them I don’t think anyone would have really paid that much attention to the division.
Jane steps into the ring to get things started for her team, The Pain Maker doing the same for his. Cain flashes a cocky smirk at Jane, who ignores it and simply smiles at her opponent. The referee then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Both wrestlers are cautious as they approach the center of the ring. They circle around one another and wait for an opening to appear. Cain suddenly charges forward and blasts Jane in the mouth with a forearm shot! He follows it up with a second before grabbing Jane. He immediately begins to crank at Jane's neck in an effort to wear her down. Jane tries to fight her way out of the hold, but Cain quickly sends Jane crashing to the mat with a snapmare! He bounces off of the ropes and hits Jane with a running dropkick! Cain then hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Very quick start to this match by The Pain Maker!
America: What’s the over/under we see Emeritus play a factor in this match?
Cain grabs hold of Jane. This time, he locks in a front facelock and begins to apply pressure in hopes of wearing Jane down. It briefly appears that it's working, with Sadie trying to get the fans involved. The fans begin to cheer as Jane starts to fight her way out of the hold. She hits Cain with a series of strikes to get out of the hold. Once she's created a bit of space between herself and Cain, Jane begins to connect with a series of kicks. Cain stumbles back with each that connects. Jane bounces off of the ropes and picks up speed. Cain tries to cut her off with a big slam on the rebound, but Jane catches him by surprise and sends Cain crashing to the mat with a headscissors takedown! The fans cheer as Cain pulls himself back up to her feet and gets hit with a dropsault! Jane covers.
One...
Two...
T...KICK OUT!
Taj: That was so close!
Cain pulls himself back up to his feet as Jane hits him with another kick. She then grabs Cain and tries to pull him in. Jane gets Cain into position for a suplex! Cain immediately spins out of the attempt and tries to set Jane up for a swinging neckbreaker! Jane spins out of that attempt and hits Cain with a palm strike! Cain staggers back from the impact, but then charges at Jane! He gets sent to the mat with an armdrag for his efforts! Before Cain can pull himself back up to his feet, Jane leaps into the air and tries to land on Cain with a standing moonsault! Cain gets his knees up and drives them into Jane's ribs! Jane clutches at them in pain. Cain delivers a devastating knee strike to her ribs before dragging Jane over to her corner of the ring and tagging Lash into the match!
Taj: If Cain didn't cut Jane off there, he might've been in a lot of trouble!
America: I'm pretty sure that Cain knew exactly what he was doing...
Lash steps into the ring and immediately connects with a European uppercut! He follows it up with a second, and then a third! The fans cheer the effort that Lash is giving thus far, causing him to pause for a moment and look at the fans with utter joy on his face. He then turns his attention back toward Jane, who catches Lash by surprise with an enziguri! The impact of the kick sends Lash staggering around, though he remains on his feet. Jane takes advantage of the opening by charging at Lash and sending him crashing to the mat with a slingblade! The fans rise to their feet as Lash once again tries to pull himself back up to his feet---only to get caught by surprise with a running knee shot! Jane hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
Thr...KICK OUT!
Lash quickly rolls over toward the ropes and tries to pull himself back up to him feet with its help. Jane closes the gap between the two of them and nails Lash with a series of quick chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
Jane then grabs Lash and tries to shoot him across the ring. Lash reverses the attempt and waits for Jane to come back on the rebound! Lash tries to hit her with a crescendo kick! Jane ducks underneath the attempt, bounces off of the ropes, and hits Lash with a flying forearm smash on the rebound! She then hurries over to her corner of the ring and tags Sadie into the match!
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
America: Uggghhh….
Taj: That tag could be exactly what Jane needed!
Sadie remains on the apron and glares at Lash. Once Lash is standing, Sadie springboards into the ring and lands on Lash with a crossbody! She hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Lash pulls himself back up to his feet as Sadie bounces off of the ropes and leaps at him, sending Lash crashing to the mat with a hurricanrana! She covers again.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: These fans are absolutely loving this!
America: Regulators, Inc are proving why they’re the cream of the crop.
Lash drags himself back up to his feet. Sadie fires away at him with a series of hard strikes. Blow after blow connects as Lash stumbles back to the ropes. He grabs hold of them as Sadie backs up across the ring and picks up speed. She gets ready to charge forward, when Cain reaches into the ring and grabs Sadie's hair! Sadie stumbles a few steps.
Jane offers words of encouragement for her partner. Sadie goes back on the attack, only to have The Pain Maker run across the ring and knock Jane off of the apron! Jane hits the floor hard, as Cain steps out to the floor to meet her. Sadie notices and immediately turns her attention toward Cain, running at him and beginning to fight with him out on the floor. Cain slams Jane down to the thinly matted floor just a second before Sadie blasts him in the back of the head! Sadie tries to spin Cain around, only to have Lash step out onto the floor with her. Lash throws Sadie hard into the ring post! Sadie's head bounces off of it. Lash quickly rolls Sadie into the ring. He waits until Sadie is standing before hitting Sadie with a Bury-Go-Round (Berkocet)! Lash covers.
One...
Two
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!!
Torres: The winners of this match… AND NEW 1WM Tag Team Champions… Lash Donohue and Cain Dominguez!!
Taj: We have yet another title change tonight! The Agents of Chaos are the new 1WM Tag Team Champions!
America: What in the holy Hell is going on here tonight?!
The scene opens backstage to Stasi Herveaux walking down the hallway. Dressed in her black leather-esque studded wrestling gear, black Doc Martens and over the knee black socks, she has her even more studded black leather ring jacket slung over her arm as she twirls a front piece of her onyx hued tresses around her finger as the rest of her hair sits in a high ponytail near the top of her head. A twisted smile sits upon her blood-red lips as they part to reveal her pearly whites. But that weirdly happy look that’s on her face quickly turns sour when she’s approached by 1WM’s newest backstage interviewer… Meera Katze. Meera was dressed to the nines in her best drag of fluorescent yellow pants, black crop top with a pin-straight hot pink wig to complete her ensemble.
Meera: Biiiitch. Hows you doing? You looking good bitch. Lemme ask you some questions.
Stasi: Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?
Meera: Well certainly not Kevin Hart judging by the looks of you. You look more like Wednesday Addams.
Stasi: Wednesday? You’ve got to be joking right? I’ve been called Morticia before but never Wednesday. I honestly feel like I should be offended right now… but if Arley’s little infectious bite was… Well... we’re not going to go there.
Meera: Come on sis… What's the tea on that? Everyone’s wanting to know if you really were repulsed or what was going through your head at that time.
Stasi: I have said my piece on that matter and I thus consider it a closed door. I’m just happy that the truth of her vanity came out… even if she twists my tweets around to make it seem like I’m contradicting myself. I highly suspect that she’s been hit in the head one too many times… or she’s just utterly delusional… which is what she accuses me of being. I just saw through her little charade.
Meera: So you’re saying is… you’re not the least bit shook?
Stasi: I’m saying that it takes a lot for me to get scared… A LOT. And that’s all I am going to say on the subject.
Stasi turns her body to walk away but Meera wasn’t going to be letting her get away so easily.
Meera: Hold on, hold on, hold on… I am not finished with you yet.
Stasi stops dead in her tracks before her head snaps around like something straight out of “The Exorcist”. Meera stomps up to her like she was on the catwalk of “RuPaul’s Drag Race” and shoves the microphone back into the face of a very angry Stasi’s.
Meera: Look here, I’m not Mari the Mouse. I won’t let you walk all over me. Now you can keep your Halloween looking ass right the hell there and I will continue to do my job.
Stasi’s eyes grew wide before her lips turned into a smile, twisting in the corners in such a way that showed her approval of Meera.
Stasi: OK… I’ll play. You’ve got some balls.
Meera: I would offer to show you but I don’t swing that way and right now they’re secured with duck tape up in…
Stasi: I really don’t need to know about your balls’ location. I know what tucking is. Get back to what it is that you were hired to do.
Meera: You’ve been saying how you’re like Cordelia Goode, that you’re the new Supreme and you’ll be ascending here tonight in the Legendary main event.
Stasi: For 8 long, excruciating months the 1WM faithful have had to suffer through a title reign in which they saw their World Heavyweight Champion beat those who’ve had no business beginning in that type of match to begin with. And much like Iconic Pro Wrestling had to deal with the multiple boring as all hell title reigns from Oliver Black, I will be the one to stop Arley Kirk here tonight so that the fans don’t have to suffer any longer. And once I ascend to becoming the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, a spot that I am destined to hold for a very long time. But unlike her, I will make it interesting.
Meera: Are you sure that it’s your destiny?
Stasi: This past weekend when the King of Wakanda passed away, I came across a saying by Chadwick that hit home. Purpose is the essential element of you. It is the reason you are on the planet at this particular time in history. Your very existence is wrapped up in the things you are here to fulfill. And my purpose is to hold the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship. I entered into the world of professional wrestling to make an impact and win championship gold… and what better way to do so than to dethrone someone who hides behind a mask like a coward under the premise that it’s for “our own protection”.
Meera: So what you’re saying is that she’s the one who’s totally shooketh?
Stasi: Of course she is… that and she’s pissed at me that she didn’t get the reaction she wanted. Why else would she be acting like she is, TRYING to be a buster badass when we all know that’s not who she is. She’s living in this, in this little delusion of hers where she thinks she’s untouchable or something. She has proven that she’s fully incapable of dealing with the reality of the situation. Why else would she twist everything I’ve said since the match was announced to suit her own narrative? She’s trying to make me look like a fool because she feels threatened. She knows that I stand poised to be the person that takes the belt off of her.
Meera: Why do you think that?
Stasi: Because she knows that without that belt, a belt she got LUCKY in winning, she’s got nothing else. I mean she’s got her Cute Racoons tag team…
Meera: Bitch…
Stasi: ...but other than the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship and Cute Racoons… she’s got nothing. Well… she does have her cracked out younger brother and cousin who sounds like she has a dick in her mouth all the time.
Inhaling deeply before exhaling audibly, Stasi tucks one of those front pieces of hair behind her ear.
Stasi: Is it me or is everyone that is involved in that DNA sequence fucked in the head?
Shaking her head, Stasi slides on her ring jacket and positions her long ponytail so that each half cascades down past her shoulders.
Meera: And what if… what if The Headhunters live up to their threat of rioting if you win?
Stasi: When… not if… only when. When it comes to those two, you have to take everything that they say with a grain of salt. Much like Arley, they have their heads so far up their own asses they could probably kiss their colons.
Meera: Well sis…
Meera snaps her fingers and purses her lips.
Meera: …you sure as hell got my vote. Do you have any closing words?
Stasi: Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes… they win. Put that in your pipe and smoke it Arley. Now Meera… if you’ll excuse me… I have some business I need to attend to before my match. I can’t keep Anton waiting.
Without another bat of an eyelash, Stasi starts to head down the hallway.
Meera: Ooh chile… GET IT! You tell that gorgeous man of yours I said heller!
Stasi waves her hand in acknowledgment of Meera’s comment as the scene fades.
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Coming LIVE from Seattle, Washington
September 30th, 2020
Legendary Main Event
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
Stasi Herveaux versus “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk ©
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
Stasi Herveaux versus “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk ©
Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY MAIN EVENT!
The Billings crowd explodes with a huge pop!
Torres: It is for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP and is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION!
”The Divine Infection” by Motionless In White begins to blast throughout the PA system of the arena as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the ravenous Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar riff echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area tugging on the bottoms of a black studded leather jacket atop her usual wrestling attire, being 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 before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up and putting her back to the ropes, Stasi quickly removes the jacket and twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
Taj: Love or hate her, you have to admire Stasi’s conviction to staying true to who she is.
America: And that conviction is going to carry her into becoming the new 1WM World Heavyweight Champion.
"Global Domination" hits the system and there is a loud POP as Arley Kirk appears atop the Tron, black fuzzy LED angel wings on her back. Arley rips open a juice box and skolls it before slamming the empty carton on her forehead several times and getting another POP as she slides down to the ramp and makes her way down it, stopping for quick hugs and high fives and photos.
Torres: From Lake Fenton, MI. Weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is one half of Kawaii Trash Pandas GO, she is the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...this is "The Suicide Blonde", Arley Kirk!
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades.
Taj: And much like Stasi, Arley has never wavered in her own convictions. It has led her to being the most successful wrestler on the roster and still the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion!
America: Time for all that to end tonight, Taj.
The referee signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Arley Kirk and Stasi Herveaux begin to circle each other in the ring. Stasi tries for a quick grab but Arley manages to avoid it. The Suicide Blonde tries for a quick kick, but Stasi is able to dodge it. The two competitors lock up. Stasi pulls Arley into a standing side headlock. The World Champion moves to the ropes, trying to push the challenger off, but Stasi reverses, pulling Arley back towards her and catching her with a belly-to-belly suplex. She follows with a vertical suplex.
America: Arley Kirk often compares herself to a coyote and tonight Stasi Herveaux is looking to become a coyote slayer.
Taj: You cannot underestimate the heart of Arley.
America: I’m not. I am correctly estimating her ability to survive Stasi.
Trying to keep her momentum going while attempting to keep the champion down, Stasi moves in for an Indian death lock, but Arley manages to fight her off and get back to her feet, connecting with a roundhouse kick. She follows with a series of martial arts strikes and another roundhouse. Stasi drops a leg and goes for a cover.
One…
Two…Kickout!
Taj: And Arley Kirk with the first pin attempt of the night.
America: Way too soon to try and put Stasi Herveaux away.
Arley gets to her feet, shoots the ropes, and connects with a spinning heel kick. Arley quickly gets to her feet, lifting Stasi up off the mat, but Stasi is able to counter with a Northern Lights suplex.
One…
Two…Kickout!
America: Stasi is so dangerous with those suplexes.
Taj: Arley has speed and kicks. Stasi has a bit more experience and skill, and she’s sadistic.
Stasi is quick on the attack, catching Arley with a German suplex and folding the champion like an accordion. Stasi moves into position, locking Arley into a surfboard. Arley refuses to tap out. Stasi manages to lean back with Arley up in the air, but this puts the challenger into a pin position and the referee moves to make the count. Stasi breaks the hold, allowing Arley to drop to the mat.
Taj: That surfboard almost backfired on Stasi Herveaux.
America: Stasi not only wants to win the 1WM World title but wants to hurt Arley.
Stasi rolls Arley over and goes for the figure four leg lock, but the champ manages to kick her away against the ropes. Arley catches Stasi with a monkey flip as she comes off the ropes. She follows with a flying headscissors and then shoots the ropes, hitting a tornado DDT. Seeing her opportunity, Arley shoots the ropes and connects with a Phoenixsault. She hooks the legs as she covers.
One…
Two…
Thre...kick out!
Taj: Arley is taking the fight right to Stasi.
America: She’s tough, but Stasi is better.
Arley shakes the cobwebs out and gets to her feet. She steps out of the ring and launches herself over the top rope with a leg drop. Stasi moves out of the way, catching Arley with a tiger driver. Sensing her moment, her opportunity to end this, Stasi gets into position and pulls Arley up off the mat, going for the Novocaine (Gory bomb). Arley manages to push Stasi off her and connects with a thrust kick, sending Stasi to the outside.
Taj: Stasi looking to end this early, but Arley was not going to let it happen.
America: When Stasi decides to end this, Arley is not going to have a choice and we’ll finally have a new champion around here.
Seeing Stasi on the outside and throwing caution to the wind, Arley shoots the ropes and dashes across the ring. She launches herself over the top rope and nails a suicide dive! Both women are down outside the ring.
Taj: The World Heavyweight Champion throwing caution to the wind with a suicide dive!
America: How did she get that height?
Taj: Because she’s simply Arley Kirk.
America: I hate you so much.
One...
Two…Arley gets to her feet first, lifting Stasi off the floor.
Three...Stasi pushes Arley into the side of the ring and then whips her into the stairs, but Arley counters and uses the stairs to hit a springboard roundhouse kick.
Four...The champion lifts her challenger up off the floor, but Stasi grabs her and tosses her onto the floor with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Five...Trying to hurt Arley, Stasi picks her up and tosses her into the barricade with another belly-to-belly suplex before rolling into the ring to stop the count.
Taj: Stasi is tossing Arley like a rag doll.
America: Don’t you mean like a China doll, because she’s going to break her?
Stasi rolls back out and eats an upkick from Arley. Stasi staggers back as Arley gets to her feet. Stasi grabs a chair and blasts Arley with it causing the referee to call for the disqualification!
Torres: Here is your winner due to disqualification...AND STILL the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….Arley Kirk!!!
As the bell rings Stasi looks up at the referee and glares angrily. She starts to move in towards the referee when Arley manages to get to her feet. Stasi turns and Arley jumps into a superick. Stasi puts the chair up and Arley connects, knocking the weapon away.
Taj: Arley Kirk retains but this war is not over!
America: Stasi just had an irrational moment and it cost her the battle![/color]
Stasi turns around and the two start trading punches. Stasi manages to tackle Arley and they continue to fire away on each other. Security eventually flood the area to pull them apart from one another. Stasi is dragged back towards the entranceway and Arley gets up, gets away from her security contingent and dives onto the pile holding down Stasi! The two begin fighting more before security finally can drag them away from each other again.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
America: I agree with these fans…LET THEM FIGHT!
Taj: We are out of time, fans. Thank you for joining us. We’ll see you next month live from Seattle, Washington!
The referee hands Arley the World Heavyweight Championship. Arley holds it in the air for all to see, the 1WM logo then flashing across the screen as the show comes to an end.
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