Post by Cedric Southern on Oct 4, 2020 0:44:35 GMT -8
Scene cuts backstage, Echo Layne and Alex Monroe known as "Team Madness" stood by. Both of them were wearing t-shirts with a huge kitten logo on it that read, "#TeamKindness". They had the tag team titles sitting neatly behind them.
Alex Monroe: Hey? Hi, Hello? Are you still sleeping on and/or doubting Team Madness? *Alex laughs* Guess what?
Echo Layne & Alex Monroe: Jokes on you! Clap for the tag team champs! US!
They held the tag titles up into the air. Alex and Echo looked at each other and laughed.
Alex Monroe: We told you ALL, no more games. Well, some games. *Alex smirked* We did exactly what we'd said we do? WIN. Headhunters, Smoaks, Connelly Twins? Who? That's right they don't matter ANYMORE.
Alex laughed.
Alex Monroe: Although we haven't forgotten what you did, "Team Nonessential".
Echo chucked the title on the crate.
Echo Layne: KITTENS LIVES MATTER!
Alex looked at Echo.
Alex Monroe: Whoa. Kitten? Put the claws away. Don't worry, karma is coming for them.
Echo regrouped and calmed down a bit, she picked her title back up.
Echo Layne: We are the superior team, we go together like peanut butter and jelly. Don't take our kindness for weakness.
Echo laughed. Alex looked straight at the camera, her facial expression was rather serious.
Alex Monroe: Agents Of Chaos, we give you props, you got an opportunity and you took it and you came out on top. But, you didn't earn it.
Echo stepped forward, she was holding onto her half of the tag titles.
Echo Layne: Hey, "Agents Of Chaos"? You like to cause, "Chaos"? Do you? Tonight we introduce you to Madness.
Alex laughed.
Alex Monroe: You wanna know what happens when a tornado meets a volcano? Cain, Lash.. don't play with Madness, it can get extreme and chaotic.
Echo Layne: Especially when you piss us off!
Echos' expression changed to pure anger.
Echo Layne: We're gonna do whatever it takes to keep these titles in our possession.
Echo and Alex hold the titles up.
Alex Monroe: MADNESS...
Echo and Alex laughed.
Echo Layne: It's like gravity, all you need is a little push.
Alex Monroe: Come show us why you're the "Agents of Chaos".
They both smiled as they walked away.
Torres: The following is the 1WM LEGENDARY MAIN EVENT match scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION and it is for the CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
Taj: Welcome everyone to the tenth edition of Legendary! I’m Taj Hennessey-Monroe and always by my side is my broadcast partner, America Vaughn!
America: What’s really good, 1WM?! I must say I’m liking that we’re starting off Legendary Ten: Beast Mode Activated with the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship match. Finally my girl Bianca will take her rightful place as the pinnacle of this organization!
Bianca LeBlanc walks out followed by her manservant, Simple Simon, and THE Executive Representative, Joshua Samson, Esquire.
Torres: Introducing first… the challenger… she is...Bianca LeBlanc!!!
Taj: This woman has expressed a number of issues with Arley Kirk in recent weeks…
America: She has! And if she manages to win this match, she’s going to prove that they’re all valid issues!
Taj: It would be the biggest win of her career, too!
"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: To her credit, Arley is one of the most talented wrestlers in 1WM! She’s the World Heavyweight Champion. She’s arguably…
America: Lost a step? Absolutely.
Before the bell is rung, the referee instructs Simon and Samson that they have to leave the ringside area. Both men are irate while Bianca physically threatens the referee who in turn threatens to disqualify her from the match before it even begins.
America: WHAT KIND OF BULL IS THIS?! WHAT HAS SIMON AND JOSHUA DONE TO BE KICKED OUT OF THE ARENA?!
Taj: I can only think the referee has instructed the two to leave because this match has the stipulation that if anyone employed by 1WM will be immediately terminated.
America: And? Neither Simon or Joshua have done anything. This is profiling at the highest level. There really is a conspiracy against Bianca around here.
As Simon and Samson reluctantly make their way back up the rampway, the referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Arley stares at Bianca cautiously. Bianca smirks and fakes a shot at her. Arley doesn't bite. Arley and Bianca continue to stare one another down. Bianca suddenly runs forward and blasts Arley in the mouth with a forearm strike! She follows it up with a second and then a third---the impact of the blows sending Arley staggering toward the ropes!
Taj: Well, I guess that's one way to get things started!
America: Tell me about it…
Arley tries to create space between herself and Bianca, though she's unable to easily do so. Sensing an opening, Bianca grabs Arley and shoots her into the nearest turnbuckle! Arley crashes into it hard and slumps against it. Bianca tries to follow it up just moments later with a big clothesline in the corner---though Arley ducks out of the way at the last second! Bianca crashes into the turnbuckle. She tries to recover---only to have Arley grab her and send Bianca to the mat with a snapmare! Bianca sits on the mat momentarily. Arley bounces off of the ropes and delivers a running dropkick! She hooks the leg for the cover.
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TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: And just like that, Arley is taking control!
America: Using Bianca's aggression against her is never a bad idea…
Arley grabs Bianca and drags her back up to her feet. She locks in a front facelock and begins to apply pressure in hopes of wearing Bianca down. Unfortunately for her, Bianca is able to fight her way out of Arley's grasp with a series of elbow strikes! Arley stumbles back in pain as Bianca runs at her and hits her in the mouth with a jumping knee! The impact drops Arley down to the mat. Bianca pulls Arley back up to her feet and shoots her across the ring, waiting for Arley to come back on the rebound. She tries to lift her into the air as she does so---only to have Arley send her to the mat with a headscissors takedown! The fans show Arley their support as Bianca grabs the ropes.
Taj: It really does look like Arley is showing that she's still at the top of her game tonight being undefeated for ten months!
America: Yeah, well...I guess we'll see if she can put it away!
Once Bianca reaches her feet, Arley closes the gap between them. She hits Bianca with a few quick chops to wear her down.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
Unfortunately for her, Bianca responds by hitting Arley with a perfectly hidden thumb to the eye! Arley staggers back in pain and Bianca uses the opening to send Arley to the mat with a spear! Bianca hooks the leg and covers.
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TH…KICK OUT!
America: You know...Bianca has tried to warn her...
Taj: That still doesn't excuse the blatant cheating!
Bianca grabs Arley by the hair and begins to slam the back of her head into the mat! The referee watches for a moment before coming over and pulling Bianca away from Arley! The fans boo as Bianca simply shrugs it off and waits until Arley starts to reach her feet. Once Arley is almost up, Bianca runs and catches Arley with a big kick that sends her back down to the mat! Bianca hooks the leg once again.
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Taj: It's amazing how Bianca is right back in this!
America: Almost like she knew what she was talking about when she criticized the wrestler that Arley has become, huh?
Arley tries to crawl her way over to the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet. Bianca quickly closes the gap and drapes Arley’s throat over the ropes. She knees Arley in the back of the head and then bounces off of the ropes. Bianca lands on Arley’s back and causes her to bounce off of the ropes! Arley tries to catch her breath as Bianca grabs her by the hair and repeatedly begins to slam Arley’s head into the mat once again! The referee comes over to warn Bianca to stop, which causes her to cover Arley.
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Taj: That was some very good ring awareness by Bianca LeBlanc...in her own way.
America: What an unnecessarily backhanded compliment! She absolutely knows what she’s doing right now! She’s wearing Arley down and keeping her from getting back into this match!
The fans show their disdain for Bianca’s efforts. Bianca shrugs it off and waits for Arley to begin pulling herself back up to her feet. Bianca tries to get Arley into position for a DDT! Before she can plant Arley on the mat, the World Champ manages to shove Bianca away. Bianca regains her footing quickly but is nonetheless hit with a perfectly timed enziguri!
Taj: That one hurt!
Bianca staggers around from the impact. Sensing an opening, Arley runs, leaps into the air, and catches Bianca with a hurricanrana. The World Champ hooks the leg for the cover.
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THR…KICK OUT!
Taj: Almost!
America: The question isn’t whether Arley is capable of keeping herself in the match, Taj...it’s a question of whether she can put Bianca away?!
Bianca tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Arley lines herself up with the challenger and runs forward---attempting a shining wizard! Bianca ducks underneath the attempt and quickly grabs hold of Arley’s knee, trying to lock in a kneebar! Arley kicks away at Bianca to keep her from locking in the hold before crawling over to the ropes to grab. The referee comes over and forces Bianca to break up the hold---only to have Bianca lock it in anyway. The referee counts.
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Four...Bianca releases the hold!
The fans boo loudly as Bianca shrugs it off.
Taj: It seems very much like Bianca is trying to prove a point in this one!
America: Of course she is….this is for the top title in our sport! Bend the rules a little bit, and you’re going to be a lot more successful!
Bianca pulls Arley over toward the center of the ring. She mouths off at her in an effort to make sure that Arley gets the point. Bianca then tries to grab Arley to lock in a move but Arley frees herself from Bianca’s grasp. She grabs hold of her and rolls her up instead!
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THRE…KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow, that was close!
America: Bianca should’ve stayed aggressive! She might regret this!
Bianca tries to pull herself back up to her feet, though she’s stopped with a hard knee strike from Arley. The World Champ then runs at Bianca and plants her on the mat with an AK-95 (cartwheel cravate cutter)! Not hesitating for even a moment, Arley then grabs hold of Bianca and locks in a bridging deathlock! Bianca’s eyes go wide as she briefly looks for a way out of the hold.
America: Hold on, Bee, hold on!
Taj: I don’t know how much longer Bianca can last in that submission hold?!
When it doesn’t happen, Bianca has no choice but to tap out.
America: GODDAMNIT!!
Torres: The winner of this match as a result of a submission…AND STILL….1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Arley Kirk!!!
Taj: Once again Arley emerges victorious as the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion!
America: This is some bullshit! Straight up bullshit!
Samson, with Simon in tow, makes his way down to check on Bianca. The two slide into the ring. The crowd suddenly pop very loudly as Pro Wrestling Nova’s Wil Pierce slides under the bottom ropes, spins Bianca around, does a cheeky little wave before he drills her with a kick and then drops her with a Knight Rider DDT, hauling her up as high as he can as fast as he can!
Taj: What in the world?!
America: Goddamn Wil Pierce again?! Doesn’t he have a wrestling company he can stink up elsewhere?
Pierce rolls out of the ring, all the while keeping his gaze on Joshua.
Wil: (w/o mic) You ain’t stacking *SHIT*, little man. See you in New York.
Wil then leaves the ringside area.
Coming LIVE from Las Vegas, Nevada
October 31th, 2020
It was almost time for Echo and Alex’s match against the Agents of Chaos. But of course Alex and Echo had other plans until it was time for them to go kick their butts. They were standing by the catering backstage. Echo made them new shirts with a kitty logo and it read #TeamKindness on them. They had the tag titles over their shoulders.
Alex Monroe: Oh my God!! Echo!! Look they have Cupcakes!!!
Echo and Alex would walk over towards the table that had a bunch of desserts on them. They were focused on the cupcakes more than the other treats.
Echo Layne: YUCK. throw these red velvet ones away!
Alex liked red velvet. Echo didn't. She always wanted to throw them away.
Alex Monroe: ECHO. You know what I just thought of?!
Echo Layne: Um?
Alex Monroe: What if the Agents of Chaos put these cupcakes here to distract us.
Alex was paranoid. After all everyone was trying to take the tag titles away from them. Echo would pick up a vanilla cupcake and lick the frosting.
Echo Layne: I mean maybe. But they don't seem like they would do such a thing. Wait! Lash’s partner is the pain maker and he looks like the love child of Dracula. He might have done this!!!
Alex Monroe: His partner Lash is nice.
Echo would tilt her head at Alex.
Echo Layne: NO! ALEX! he wants you to think he's nice. Them BAM! sneak attacks us.
Echo would clap her hands to get Alex to focus.
Alex Monroe: Sorry!! Cain keeps saying we stole the titles. When really we just took them from two trashy teams. One putting the 'T' in trashy. The Headhunters. Agents of Chaos is our number one problem right now. Any other team that wants our attention can sit down and wait your turn.
Alex smiles. She went and grabbed a red velvet cupcake.
Echo Layne: Alex. No just no.
Echo would slap the red velvet cupcake out of Alex's hand. Echo hates red velvet she wasn't about to let her friend eat something gross.
Alex Monroe: DAMN IT ECHO! You can't throw away every cupcake you don't like.
Echo Layne: Ugh. I'm sorry. Agents of Chaos did this! They want us to be distracted.
Alex would shake her head. Team madness wasn't leaving without the tag titles.
Alex Monroe: Time to be serious for a minute. Agents of Chaos. See these titles... Team Madness isn't 'cosplaying' as the tag champs. WE are the champions and we plan on keeping them. No one can touch us. PERIOD.
Echo Layne: Agents of Chaos. See you out there boys.
Echo and Alex would grab a few more cupcakes before walking off.
Standing outside the Climate Pledge Arena dressed in aprons and cook hats, the Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, stood in front of a huge smoking barbeque grill. On a billboard sign in front of the grill reads, “BBQ 4 SELL!” A small crowd of fans gathered around the brothers who were smiling ear-to-ear.
Torres: The following 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION!
“Unbreakable” by Of Mice & Men plays as Team Madness, Alexandria Monroe and Echo Layne make their way out to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty pounds….they are the Number One Contenders to the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Championship….they are Alexandria Monroe and Echo Layne...TEAM MADNESS!!!!!
Taj: In a short period of time these two ladies have made quite the impression on the tag team division of 1WM.
America: Yeah thanks in large parts to them stealing the Tag titles from the Headhunters.
Taj: Who initially stole them from the first 1WM Tag Team Champions, Regulators, Inc. But tonight Alexandria and Echo get to prove that they have what it takes to be called the Tag Team Champions!
“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.
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 opponent.
Torres: And their opponents weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-five pounds….they are the defending One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions….Cain Dominguez and Lash Donohue….AGENTS OF CHAOSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The improbable teaming of Cain and Lash proved fruitful at Legendary Nine as the Agents of Chaos were able to defeat Regulators, Inc. to become only the second 1WM Tag Team Champions!
America: As the homies, The Headhunters, have named them, Homeless Harry and Clownboy, won’t be holding those titles long.
As both teams stand in the ring and look ready for a match when suddenly “Whatever it takes” by Hollywood Undead begins to play as the members of the Shinigami Foundation step out onto the entrance way with a man in long leather coat with a hood that Amanda leans against and talks to in low tones while Alex stands there with his arms crossed over his broad chest and David sets down a metal folding chair before sitting down on it.
Taj: Well it seems the newest group in 1WM. Shinigami Foundation, are looking to have an up close and personal viewing of this match.
America: That’s very smart on their part, Taj. One of these teams will be the pinnacle of the division and Shinigami Foundation is doing their due diligence.
Cain steps into the ring and Alexandria steps out to meet him in the middle. Echo glances between Cain and Lash and steps forward to offer some encouragement to her partner. As she does this, Lash charges and looks for a big clothesline on Alexandria, catching the less vocal half of Team Madness unaware at a weird angle.
DING DING DING!!!
Alexandria starts to crumble to the mat but Cain catches her with a kick to the stomach. Alexandria doubles over and Cain hooks her in a front facelock. Echo runs out of the corner and hits a lunging clothesline on both Lash and Cain simultaneously knocking Alexandria free in the process. Alexandria falls to her knees. Echo hits a dropkick on Cain that sends him tumbling over Alexandria and into a just-barely-risen-to-his-feet Lash. Cain and Lash both hit the mat hard, Lash rolling towards the far ropes while Cain starts to get up. Alexandria dives on top of him for the cover.
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Taj: This one starting off hot and heavy before the referee could even call for the bell!
America: Smart, smart strategy by Team Madness. If they have any semblance of a chance in this match they’re going to have to utilize their speed against the much slower Cain.
Echo looks up and then rushes into the corner, crashing into Lash against the turnbuckles with a dropkick! Lash slumps down across the ropes and Echo shoves him through the ropes with her foot. Lash tumbles out and falls to the floor, landing in a heap with a dull thud! Echo moves to the Team Madness corner and steps out to the edge of the ring. Alexandria pulls Cain up and hooks him for a front facelock. She backs into her own corner, Cain trying to forearm his way out, hammering away at Alexandria’s midsection. Echo steps into the ring and gives a double axe handle smash to Cain’s back.
Alexandria steps out to the apron and Echo goes for a kick. Cain quickly turns in to block it, hooks Echo between her legs and executes a Saito suplex. Cain quickly goes to grab Echo’s ankle but Echo grabs the ropes and then jumps to make the tag to Alexandria. Cain releases Echo and watches her scurry under the ropes as Alexandria steps in. Cain catches Alexandria with a drop toehold and then jumps into a half nelson cradle.
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Cain pulls Alexandria over into an inside cradle.
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REVERSAL!!!
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THR…KICK OUT!!
Alexandria rolls and then jumps to her corner, making the tag to Echo.
America: Don’t you say it, Taj!
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
America: You are so lame, girl...
Cain staggers up to his feet. Echo runs in, hitting a jumping hip attack that nails Cain right in the face. Cain goes down hard and Echo pounces on top for the cover.
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Taj: Very near pinfall by Echo.
America; Can you imagine if Team Madness wins this match and becomes the 1WM Tag Team Champs? Nothing but tweets about kittens and cupcakes all day.
Taj: Well they do that anyway without being the official champions.
America: Exactly!
Echo pulls Cain towards her corner and reaches out for the tag. Alexandria slaps her hand and steps in. Team Madness takes a double front facelock and then stands Cain up. They lift him into the air before dropping back into a double suplex. Echo rolls to the corner while Alexandria floats over into a cover.
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Alexandria stands Cain up and drives her knee into Cain’s midsection. As Cain starts to double over, Alexandria gives him a spinning backfist. Cain goes down and Alexandria drops down into a back press cover.
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Cain ROLLS HER OVER INTO A CRUCIFIX!!!
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America: Homeless Harry, uh, I mean, Cain still has a lot of fight left in him it seems.
Taj: Of course he does, America.
As Cain rolls over and gets to all fours, Lash finally climbs back up into their corner. Cain looks over and starts to reach out but Alexandria kicks his extended arm right in the elbow. Cain collapses to the mat. Alexandria jumps over him into a rolling cradle.
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Alexandria tags in Echo and then kicks Cain in the stomach again. As Alexandria goes to leave, Echo runs over and jumps up into a big leg drop that lands across Cain’s head and throat. Echo rolls over into a cover.
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THRE…SHOULDER UP!!!
Taj: My God, that was close!
America: Cain might actually get some help now with Lash back up?
Almost as if on cue, Echo grabs Cain’s arm and drags him towards the neutral corner. Echo drops an elbow to the chest, stands up, and goes to the turnbuckles. She climbs up to the second turnbuckle and starts bouncing herself, nodding with the rhythm. She lets out a cry and then throws her legs out, looking for a corner slingshot splash. Cain rolls out of the way and Echo crashes to the mat stomach and face first!
Echo rolls into the corner clutching at her stomach and grimacing in pain. Cain rolls away and slowly makes it up to all fours. Echo pulls herself up in the corner as Cain reaches his arm out towards his own corner. Echo races over as fast as she can and goes for a jumping elbow drop. Cain launches himself forward and makes the tag to Lash! Echo, a hair too slow, misses Cain and splats herself on the mat again!
Lash comes bursting in and blasts Alexandria off her corner with a roaring elbow smash. Caught off-guard, Alexandria goes flying off the apron and crashes hard against the railing, landing on the floor in a folded heap! Echo staggers up, breathing hard and looking mildly disoriented. Lash hits her with a forearm shot to the back that causes her to stumble into Cain’s waiting arms. Cain snaps off a sidewalk slam before rolling out to their corner. Lash grabs Echo’s arm and then both of her legs and sits down into an arm trap cloverleaf! Echo screams in pain but eventually manages to grab the bottom rope. The referee begins counting for the clean break and Lash just glares at him.
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Lash releases the hold and drags Echo towards the middle of the ring. Lash slaps Echo hard across the back of the head, grabbing both of her arms like he is going to go for a surfboard. As Echo grimaces and starts to shake her head no, Lash puts his foot against the back of Echo’s head and then delivers a nasty curb stomp!
Taj and America: OOHHHH!!!!
Lash goes for his Donohue Deathlock (modified high angle Liontamer). Alexandria climbs back in to try and stop the submission but Cain catches her coming in with a chokeslam. Echo reaches out for the ropes but can’t quite get there. Lash pulls harder and Echo has no choice but to tap! Lash releases the hold and stands up as Cain staggers over. The referee raises their arms and the two nod.
Torres: The winner of this match…AND STILL...the 1WM Tag Team Champions...Cain Dominguez and Lash Donohue….the Agents of Chaos!!!
Taj: The Agents of Chaos just made a statement that they are deserving of the Tag Team Championships!
America: That ragtag team definitely knew what they were doing in there!
Taj: Team Madness seemed to make one mistake...
America: And that was all it took.
Graham Baker: Let’s talk about hunger.
Silence. Graham Baker, backstage at One Wrestle Movement’s Legendary 10. The Pride of 1WM Champion has the gold and glory on his shoulder, and is clad in his ring gear. He looks into the camera, his eyes cold, narrowed, calculating. The former Aviator’s clearly got murder-in some form-on his minds.
Graham Baker: You want to say you’re hungry? Join the fucking club. For months I toddled around the locker room with my dick in my hands, throwing opportunities away. Tag team championships? Out the window. World Heavyweight Championship? I was a fucking cheerleader. The chance to be the inaugural Pride of 1WM Champion? Out of the ring. And since then, I got tied up with Brien Storm, Bianca LeBlanc, The Headhunters, Fourthcoming or whatever the fuck they call themselves. For months I was slotted to face off against these clowns, a side character in a story I was penning in the pages on, writing for every other undeserving fuck who placed ink in front of me. You think that fills the stomach, eh? You think eating what you’re given makes a man full, you think struggling to maintain a spotlight with nothing to show for it makes a man whole? Think again.
Baker takes a moment and holds a second finger up, wrapped with tape.
Graham Baker: Let’s talk about you, Jacob Striker. Hard hitter! Big tough slugger from the slums of...wherever the fuck you’re from. You’ve made a name for yourself, my friend! PWN Tag Team Championships, dicking around in WrestleWorld, being everywhere and nowhere at once. You remind me a lot of myself in a younger era, one where I gave a half-baked fuck about being a people pleaser, about how I gave a shit about which fans followed me where so I could play to ‘em. You want to talk a big game on twitter, how you’re the hungriest dog in the kennel, and yet you won’t even give me the courtesy of tagging my name onto it? Shameful, Jacob, honestly. I thought we were playing a gentleman’s game here.
Baker chuckles.
Graham Baker: But, y’know, it’s not so bad that I’m wrong, I guess. I know exactly what you know, Jacob-that despite the big game you talk, you’re afraid to come face to face with me. Nose to nose for the second time ever, and you won’t rise to the occasion, because you know I’m gonna give you a handful of receipts from the last time we went toe to toe.
Baker cracks a smile.
Graham Baker: Jacob, I don’t respect you. I don’t give a fuck how hard you can chop, I don’t give a fuck that you and your partner weathered the storm to hang with me in PWN. I don’t give a fuck who you dropped on their head in WrestleWorld. All I care about is the record you’ve established here, what you’ve been capable of between the four ropes in the One Wrestle Ring. Because what I’ve done, man, is remain unbeaten. Not a single person has held my shoulders down for the three as long as I’ve been here. Not Brien Storm, who claims he had my number, nor Bianca LeBlanc, who had to spray hairspray in my eyes to secure a win, nor any other motherfucker I’ve faced off with. I’ve taken losses, my man, but until I got this?
Baker motions to the belt.
Graham Baker: I was untouchable. Still am, even with a larger target painted on my back. You? You’re not shit. You throw a stiff strike, so does everyone. You speak all broody and dark like you’re the fucking endgame, but you’re not, Jacob, you’re just a speedbump that I’m gonna flatten the fuck out when I run you through with a lariat and drop you on your head. You think you’re hungry? You might be, man, but you’d best find another meal ticket, another plate to eat off of. Because you ain’t getting shit off mine.
Baker holds the championship up in one hand as he draws nearer to the camera.
Graham Baker: I’m tired of motherfuckers like you coming into this company, skipping the line and getting a shot at things that I had to wait for. I’m tired of your goddamn piss-poor attitude, acting like you’re owed something because you couldn’t get it somewhere else. I’m tired of scrawling on my phone and seeing your stupid fucking face pop up with another dogshit opinion. And, worst of all, i’m tired of you acting like we’re remotely in the same league. You’re nothing to me, Striker. You never will be. Once I’ve dispatched you with a knee to the brain and left you empty-headed and dead on the fucking canvas, you won’t be a worthy challenger. Hell, you won’t even be a competitor. You’ll be an example, the first in a warpath littered with thousands of splintered corpses and remnants.
Baker slots the belt back on his shoulder.
Graham Baker: “Call it what you will. Call it posturing and threats, but don’t deny what comes from my mouth next-what I’ve told you tonight, Jacob? That’s a promise, and it’s the hardest promise that I’ll ever make.
Baker walks off camera as it continues to film, before it fades to black.
In the locker room of the Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway are huddled around several catering boxes counting several dollar bills between the two of them.
Dexter: Bruh, we still gots bout twenty boxes of BBQ left ta get rid of and we still haven’t even hit up half da roster. We keep dis up we can quit wrestling’ n open up ah BBQ shop.
Dexter cackles as he continues counting the money in his hand.
Eric: Nah, nah, bruh. We gots too much ass ta kick left in this sport. Besides I don’t thank there is enuff cats n da world ta keep us supplied.
Eric returns his brother’s laugh.
Eric: C’mon, Dex, let’s get bacc ta da grill be fo we have ta get ready fo our No DQ match against dem Regulator broads.
The two fist bump before making their way out of the locker room.
Torres: The following PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION!
“Murder One” (w/Tybalt intro) by Metallica plays as Jacob Striker makes his way to the ring.
Taj: Jacob Striker coming into this Pride of 1WM Championship match with a determined focus and brutal intent.
America: He’s going to need both if he plans to usurp this man...
“Blood//Water” (Tom Morello Mix) by grandson plays as Graham Baker makes his way down to the ring.
Taj: Graham Baker set to defend the Pride of 1WM Championship for the first time since defeating Ryan Henderson last month at Legendary Nine.
America: This should be one helluva fight, not wrestling match, between these two heavy hitters.
Snapping forward seconds before the bell sounds off Jacob Striker rushes at the Champion. Graham Baker throws a basic front kick to Striker's midsection. Baker grabs Striker by the head, runs and throws him over the ropes. Jacob slaps down onto the ring apron but grabs the lower rope to keep himself from falling to the floor. The Champion, Baker, smiles and rushes at Striker. He leaps the ropes and as he lands on the apron Striker begins to pull himself up, Graham locks in a standing guillotine!
Taj: Look at the irony of that, America, "The Guillotine" is applying a guillotine choke.
America: Yeah but the challenger, Jacob Striker, is ready for it, Taj.
Hugging Baker's waist, Baker lifts the Champion up and runs him into the corner. They both wobble and almost fall off the apron. Graham loosens the Guillotine choke enough for Striker to pull himself free. He scoops Graham Baker up, slides him up and steps off the apron, hitting his Apocalypse Emerald Flowsion to the outside floor! Their landing shoots Striker back but Graham Baker is stuck with a screaming face without the scream. True pain was flowing through his body as if going through his blood stream.
Unable to make a pin outside. Striker hurries to try and get Graham back into the ring. As the referee's count climbs to 7 and then 8, Striker isn't going to make it. He drops Graham and dives under the ropes. He gets in and pushes back out to restart the count. Graham shoves Striker away so Jacob Striker snatches him and whips him with force into the steel stairs at the corner! The stairs explode apart as Graham falls to his side. Striker checks the referee's count and as he gets to 4, Striker has time.
Taj: Well we knew that this one was going to be violent and sure enough it has lived up to its billing.
America: You damn right!
Graham crawls to the corner of the guard rail. Reaches up and uses it to pull himself up, a hand holding the back of his neck. Striker takes off at Baker, ducking low to connect with a spear. Baker dives out of the way and Striker shoulders into the barrier. Now Graham hurries into action. As Striker tries to rise, Graham grabs him, pulls him in and quickly lifts and snaps back with a suplex that slams Striker down over the bottom layer of the steel stairs. Striker cries out in pain as he arches!
The referee ducks through the ropes. His count stops as he gets close to both men to check on them. Graham shoves the referee away. The referee warns them both to clean it up because the match wasn't a no disqualification match. Giving the referee a nod, Graham Baker waves the referee off as he gets to his feet. Reaching down, Baker pulls Striker up to his knees. Jacob throws quick shots to Baker's midsection. Once, twice, three and four solid shots. Striker cocks back and throws a fifth heavy punch and Baker doubles over. Jacob stands, pulls Baker in and lifts him high with a suplex. Standing on the single layer of the stairs, Jacob Striker snaps in a drop and spikes Graham Baker with a Brainbuster over the steel surface! The referee cups his hands over his face.
Taj: I’m really shocked that the referee has allowed this match to continue. He has been very very lax.
America: There have been good reasons to call for the bell but this is a title match.
Jacob, pushing away, gets back to his feet. Looking down at Graham, you could see the steel stairs were colored in a wet red liquid. Graham Baker, the Champion was bleeding. Striker seen it and began to smile. The history between them was aggressive and the pain inflicted on the other was the goal for either. Pulling the lifeless weight of Graham Baker, Striker gets him up and rolls him into the ring. Slapping the canvas, Striker was ready to gain the advantage. To tie up their win/loss record between them. Striker was hungry and sees the blood as a step towards victory.
As Striker slides into the ring after Graham. The Champion in a slight daze rises to his feet and as Jacob Striker rushes at him, Graham lifts a knee, catching Striker to the stomach. He pulls Striker in, lifts him into a Vertical Suplex that turns into a Brainbuster down onto a knee! "Goodnight, Osaka!" Graham covers Striker and the referee is already in position.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: That was so so close!
Smiling, laughing as blood trickles down his forehead and rivers along his nose reaching his mouth. Graham Baker looks at Striker who isn't done fighting. Both are here to compete, to showcase their Pride. Slowly the Champion gets off the canvas and he walks around wiping the blood from his face. Turning to see Striker rolling onto his side, Baker gets into position. The more Striker pushes up from the canvas, the more Graham Baker shuffles around as he lines up his Psalm Twenty Knee finisher.
Jacob Striker lifts to his knees and Graham rushes forward. He throws the knee, Striker sways sideways and dives forward, rolling behind Graham and yanking the Champion back into a school boy rollup! The referee scrambles to the canvas with a slapping hand..
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!!
Taj: This match is a nail biter, America.
America: It definitely is. Even I’m unsure who is going to win this one.
Graham bursts free and hurries to his feet as Striker does the same. They meet almost at the center of the ring and begin to trade shots. Back and forth like they got their batteries recharged and it was the start of the match, they go at it! Striker hits an uppercut, it stumbles Graham back. Graham shoots forward with a short dropkick to Striker's knee and it spins him out. They get to their feet again, Graham just a step ahead. He grabs Striker, presses against him, walking him back against the ropes before pulling and throwing him with an Irish Whip. Striker hits the ropes and as he springs back, he is met by Graham who still had the bullet locked and loaded and lands flush to Striker's chin with a stiff running single leg high knee!
Taj: Psalm Twenty Knee!
Jacob Striker stiffens, falls back and through the ropes, dumping to the outside. Graham Baker lets his head drop, knowing that would have been enough to win. He climbs out of the ring, dropping onto the floor and staring down at Jacob Striker. The blood has started to clot and dry up near the wound.
America: I think we need to get EMTs down here to look at these two. Both of them have lost A LOT of blood.
Pulling the challenger off the ground. Graham Baker grabs, turns and tosses Striker back first into the railing. Quickly, Baker goes on the assault. Middle Kick times two in rapid session. Striker leans forward from the kicks but Graham wasn't done and shoves him back, his arms placed on the other side of the railing which opens up Striker's chest. Graham slices and cuts into him with a Knife Edge Chop and then Skillet Slaps him with an open palm. Striker cries out as he comes together as if to hug himself.
Scurrying back, Graham slaps his knee. Indicating another Psalm Twenty Knee and he shoots forward to execute. Striker moves, Graham's knee plows into the guard railing. He felt it as he holds and leans on the railing. Jacob Striker jumps into him with rapid fists. He rakes the cut along Baker's hairline, wanting it to bleed, open even further. Baker shoves Striker away. The Champion charges, pushing off the wall but Striker ducks a clothesline attempt. Striker jumps up and over the guard railing. He turns around and leaps onto the railing before diving off as Graham rushes at him. Striker hits a diving Slingblade, the Last Surprise as he calls it and Graham goes down hard!
Taj: This has gone on way too long. The referee needs to bring a halt to this match!
America: Are you nuts?! Let them fight!
The count was at 7 and Striker looked up at the referee. He knew from before that dragging Graham into the ring took more time than he had. Striker rolls in and back out of the ring, restarting the count for a second time. Pulling Graham up, he wasn't looking to rise his opponent to his feet, as Graham stood on a knee, Striker drove a knee into his face. Holding him in a Muay Thai clinch, he drove a knee into the Champion's face a few solid times. Pausing to switch knees, you hear Graham Baker scream not in pain but a war call type scream. He pushes to his feet as he drives a shoulder into Striker's midsection. Lifting the challenge up, Graham runs him towards the ring before dumping him spine first across the ring apron! Letting Striker fall to the ringside floor, Graham crawls back into the ring. Laying on his back in the ring, Graham no longer cared how he won so the count continued.
Six..
Seven..
Eight..
Nine….
The counting stopped. Graham opens his eyes and looks up to see the referee moving to the opposite side of the ring. Confused, the Champion turns and pushes off the canvas. As he stands, he sees Jacob Striker. Both are on their knees, Graham kneeled on one, Striker on both knees. They were within arms reach of each other. Eyes locked on the other. They both push to stand slowly. Graham jolts forward, Striker scoops him up and goes for his Apocalypse (emerald flowsion) but Graham slides off behind him. Shoving Striker hard from the back, Striker stumbles and grabs the ropes. He spins around and runs right into "Psalm Twenty Knee"! Jacob Striker bobs back like a Rock Em, Sock Em Robot before collapsing to the canvas. Graham falls over him, the bottom lip of the challenger was split and bleeding as the referee makes the count.
One...
Two...
Three!!!
Torres: The winner of this match…AND STILL...Pride of 1WM Champion...Graham Baker!!
America: What a match. What a match.
Taj: Indeed it was and I can only fathom that this won’t be the last time Jacob and Graham cross paths again.
Both competitors are glaring at each other from across the ring. Eventually they walk to the center of the ring and lock in typical fashion. Stasi and Ryan push each other back and forth for a few moments before Stasi is able to snake a leg around the back of Ryan and slam him backwards onto the mat. Stasi takes a few steps back and Ryan quickly kips back up to his feet. Stasi goes for a discus punch, but Ryan is able to duck underneath and turn around, hitting Stasi with a spinning back elbow. She stumbles back a bit, holding the side of her head where Ryan’s elbow hit her head and boy, she didn’t look happy in any sense of the imagination. She charges towards him and he goes to dart out of the way again, but Stasi wasn’t going to be taking any of that and turns just enough to grab his head and hit him with a running 180 degree facebuster. She goes for a cover but Ryan kicks out just after two, further angering Stasi.
Stasi pulls Ryan back up to his feet by the wrist and the momentum allows him to come up and instantly connect with a european uppercut. Stasi stumbles back and Ryan uses his swift agility to climb to the top turnbuckle. He jumps off just as she turns around looking for a diving clothesline but shit hits him with a spinning backfist in mid air and drops him like a sack of potatoes. Stasi is then quick to lock in Dream Demon (grounded dragon sleeper with body scissors). Ryan struggles to either get free or to the ropes, flailing his limbs around. He’s eventually able to turn over onto his stomach and uses the ropes to pull himself up while Stasi keeps the hold locked in. He rams her back first into the turnbuckle a couple times until she releases the hold and hits her with Kryptonite Fist (superman punch) as she comes stumbling out. Ryan goes for the cover but Stasi manages to kick out just before three.
Frustrated, Ryan pulls Stasi up to her feet and she tries to fight back. They trade a couple forearms and punches back and forth until Ryan is able to hoist her onto his shoulders for Killshot (fireman’s carry spun into high knee). Somehow at the same time, Stasi is able to hit Avada Kedavra (heel kick to the back of the head) as his knee comes up and makes contact with her temple. Both competitors drop in the center of the ring and the referee checks on both before starting to count out. Stasi and Ryan both struggle to get up to their feet but neither are able to get up before the count of ten.
TORRES: As a result of a double count out… the referee is declaring this match a draw!
Taj: Well that was an interesting match to say the least.
America: Next.
The Headhunters make their way down to the ring BBQ legs in their hands, biting and chewing on them. The crowd showers them with nothing but boos.
America: Man, I can’t wait until the show is over so I can get some of that BBQ. I hope they don’t sell out before we can get some.
Taj: Uh...there’s something you need to know...
Eric and Dexter don’t even wait for the bell to finish echoing throughout the arena before going directly after both Jane and Sadie. They blast each woman in the back of the head with forearm shots. Dexter tosses Sadie out of the ring as Jane tries to fight back against Eric, hitting an enziguri before going for a Russian leg sweep. But before she can do anymore, Dexter grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her over to the corner, bouncing her face off the turnbuckle a few times. Dexter and Eric continue their onslaught against Jane, forgetting about Sadie and this allows one half of the former tag team champions to slide in and deliver a double low blow to both men before rolling up Dexter! However, Dexter is able to kick out just after the two count, keeping him and his brother in the match. Frustrated, Sadie gets up to her feet and goes after Eric, hitting him with a boot to the stomach before hitting him with a back suplex and going for the cover. Dexter however comes in and starts brawling with her as Jane continues to wear down Eric.
Taj: We knew this was going to be an all out war!
America: Damn right! These two teams have been at each other throats since the beginning of 1WM.
Both members of Regulators, Inc. pull their respective brother up to their feet before Jane throws Eric out of the ring and Sadie hits a hangman’s neckbreaker as Jane hits a running knee that lands in Dexter’s midsection. Sadie goes for a cover again but Dexter kicks out and starts fighting back, kicking Sadie in the inner thigh before sweeping Jane’s feet out from underneath her, mounting her quickly as he reigns down punches. He turns things around and locks in a Boston crab. Sadie comes in to interrupt the submission attempt hitting a flying forearm smash on Eric only to be blasted in the face with a superkick from Dexter before he drives her into the mat with a DDT.
America: You know I’m very surprised that neither of these teams have taken advantage of the No DQ stipulation.
Taj: You’ve actually gotten a point, America. Regulator, Inc. has stated that they had reservations about the match thinking the Headhunters wouldn’t wrestle but so far they have proved everyone wrong.
Dexter helps his brother up, making sure he’s OK before they decide to end things. But they take too much time formulating their plan, allowing Sadie to hit Dexter with a jumping superkick before doing the same to Eric. This then allows Jane to hoist Eric up and hit an inverted Alabama slam before going for the cover.
Torres: Here are your winners… Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy... REGULATORS INC!
America: WHAT THE HELL?!
Taj: Regulators, Incorporated have done it! They have defeated the Headhunters!
America: And they did it without even taking advantage of the No DQ stipulation. What a waste….
Featuring
Coming LIVE October 31st from Las Vegas, Nevada
Just as the One Wrestling movement returned from commercial break. Sitting in the ring in a rocking chair is Mason Roenick, The lights in the arena are down outside the solo spotlight on him, Mason starts speaking.
Mason Roenick: Brothers and sisters, at Glory I told the world that I have brothers and sisters watching all over, just waiting to stand by me in battle. Now, a lot of people in this world have often been overlooked and pretty much given up on by society. People that may look different or act in a way, now how you feel now when those people that have been rejected by all of you, have started to fight back. I come to you all in living color here this evening for a reason. Not just to speak to you and spread my message and educate you all. Tonight isn’t that time because I’m here to show you something and that something is a big something.
Mason smirks as he laughs a little while rocking in the chair almost showing excitement in almost any way before he slows down with an evil stare.
Mason Roenick: You see, I could have just stood out in my world way from this ring to bring you what I am about to do. I could have done this in the woods and so forth but I want you all to see it with your own eyes. I want you to realize that what I bring isn’t some video enhanced image but a reality. This big something, I have for all of you is a monster, a monster who has been rejected by the rest of the world until he came across me. For years he been under my cabin just waiting for the right moment to be unleashed back on to this world and only I can control just how fair he will go when it come how bad he hurts someone, Everyone in the One Wrestling Movement will learn and learn the hard way that I and my people are not ones you can control in the way as you all think. I’m looking at you Mister Shareholder. Now, this is because of Glory where I was placed in a match with partners you all picked for me, I was going to wait before I unleashed the madness but you pushed me, and I fight back and this whole Legendary 11 Tag Team Cup, I saw that as the chance, an chance to bring in who will be my partner. The on I hand pick, The one I decide, So I give you, Abaddon…
Mason stands up and looking up at the entrance stage. He points to the stage and the whole arena turns red, as “Satan's Arrival” by Pieces of Eden starts playing, this monster wearing a mask of Bagul from the movie “Sinister” and wearing what looks to be dirt covered black coveralls with gloves walks out on stage, he stands for a moment the stage each side of him explode in flames, that remains as he walks to the ring in a slow pass The crowd not sure how to reach as he walks slowly to the ring and Mason smirks, as he steps over the top rope and stares down Mason for a moment. The music stops as Mason puts his arm down and the lights return to normal, Mason starts talking.
Mason Roenick: I think I have everyone's attention now. This is my weapon of mass destruction. He will show no mercy to anybody that steps in the ring with him, and now I have brought him to this One Wrestling Movement as my partner for the Tag Team Cup. If you think this is all I have? Think again, this is only the beginning. Just remember, what happens next is all on your hands.
Mason gives off an evil laugh they walk off into the red light arena again.
Taj: It seems as if the 2002 Legendary Tag Team Cup Tournament has just gained another tag team and this one looks like one to keep an eye on.
America: Girl, I can’t wait until the end of October!
The match starts off with a fury of blows before the referee is able to separate both Brien and Ricky. Once things have been somewhat calmed down, the two competitors lock up in the ring with Ricky pushing Brien back into a corner. The referee tells Ricky to back him up out of the corner and he does so, but not before delivering a thump to Brien’s eye. Brien stumbles out of the corner and right into Ricky who hurls him back into the turnbuckles before hitting him with a clothesline. Ricky goes for a cover but barely gets a two count before Brien is able to kick out. Ricky then yanks Brien back up to his feet and lifts him up, looking for a running power slam, but Brien is able to slither his way out of it and musters up all his strength to hit Ricky with a German suplex.
Brien breathes heavily as he gets up to his feet, looking at Ricky with a look of pure seething rage in his eyes. Brien is quick to lock in a dragon sleeper before Ricky has a chance to react in an attempt to wear him down. Eventually Ricky fights back up to a vertical base and Brien is forced to release his hold, only to boot Ricky in the stomach and execute a flawless snap dragon suplex. After a bit more of some back and forth action, Brien drives his knee up into Ricky’s abdomen twice before measuring him up and hitting Unforecasted Storm (Michinoku driver). He then goes for the cover.
TORRES: Here is your winner… BRIEN STORM!
Taj: What a win by Brien Storm for Fourthcoming!
America: I wonder what Mr.Shareholder is going to say after this loss?
Just when all seemed to be moving along just fine during the show, “Believer” by Imagine Dragons could be heard playing throughout the Climate Pledge Arena. A clattering of boos and groans could be heard throughout the fans as “Ya Girl” Q is seen coming out onto the stage. This time, however, she is being carried out onto the stage seated atop a royal throne. She gives her best impersonation of a queen wave as the throne, carried around by four members of Stanton Enterprise security, is positioned in the center of the stage. They “gracefully” set her down as she looks over to another SE security member setting a smaller throne next to her. In this throne sits the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Title.
"Ya Girl" Q: Miss me?
The groans continue as several members of the audience turn their backs to Q as she speaks.
"Ya Girl" Q: Now, typically, I would come out here and bash the city we are in considering for some reason One Wrestle Movement enjoys touring to the most horrendous cities around the United States. I thought long and hard about coming to Seattle and you know what? I guess Seattle isn’t all that bad. I mean, take a look at everything Seattle has to offer. Ummm… You guys had Nirvana.
For the first time ever, a cluster of fans actually cheered what Q has to say.
"Ya Girl" Q: Then again, he hated this city so much he ended his life. Or was it Courtney Love? I always get my conspiracy theories mixed up. But still, 20-something years later you’ve still got that grunge music that you’re embracing. You got that gum wall too. That’s good for you all. I mean, it allows people from all over the world to essentially spit on your city and exchange whatever STDs they are carrying with them. I mean most people would think that’s disgusting but Seattle? No, Seattle embraced it and is very proud of that accomplishment.
The fans have now seen through Q’s antics and are back to booing and trying to throw trash up to the ramp. Stanton Enterprise security is trying everything they can to block the trash from hitting the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion.
"Ya Girl" Q: You’ve got Grey’s Anatomy from what I hear. I’ve never actually seen an episode but I’ve heard it’s currently in its 95th season all because Ellen Pompeo refuses to admit that she is a subpar actress. That’s something, right. A show that’s centered in Seattle… go Seattle… even though they don’t actually come here and instead everything is filmed in Los Angeles. Oh wait. I got a good one. You guys like coffee right? Did you know that Seattle is home to the first ever Starbucks? How about that? I mean, I’m a Dunkin girl myself so it’s not so enticing to me but whatever. The more I think about it, maybe Seattle isn’t that great after all.
The trash picks up even more.
"Ya Girl" Q: Oh, wait. I got one. I can at least say one positive thing about Seattle… At least you’re not Tacoma. See, I can speak positive about your city. I’m fairly certain earlier today at Glory someone died. Believe me. I’ve listened to enough Crime Junkies to know if someone is getting murdered in the state of Washington, odds are it is Tacoma. So go Seattle, you’re not Tacoma.
This oddly brings a slight cheer from the crowd despite all the trash talking.
"Ya Girl" Q: Now’s the part of the segment where I switch over to my opponent for tonight. If you haven’t gotten that formula down then you might need to re-take Promo Class 101. Tonight, I get to share MY spotlight with the always egotistical Olivia Rhodes. I know what you all are thinking. Oh, Q, you are so generous to help lift Miss Rhodes closer to your level for one night only. Just think about how Arley Kirk became a star for one night only when she faced off against the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion.
Q pauses as she motions over to the title sitting next to her.
"Ya Girl" Q: Now, I’m about to say something about my opponent that I normally would not do. Olivia, I kind of like you. I’ve enjoyed our little back and forth banter on Twitter. I mean, I’ll say something, you’ll respond in an entirely childish manner that comes across more like ‘he said, she said.’ Most of my opponents prefer to try and be witty and have some substance to their material but you? You think outside the box. You go the route of being bland and boring. It just makes for tonight to be that much better. You see, people come out here in droves to see “Ya Girl” Q. It’s not because I’m chasing down either the Pride of 1WM or the World Heavyweight Title. It’s not because I come in here with some group trying to rid the promotion of younger talent. I don’t come out here each month for any of that. I come out here because I do what I want, when I want, how I want and for the sole amusement of yours truly.
Q stands up from her seat for a moment to draw in the non-existent love from the crowd.
"Ya Girl" Q: I wanted tonight to be a little different, Olivia. I truly did. I was hoping that I could take some cookie cutter bland blondie and lift her up. I, deep down in my heart, believed I could make you into a superstar that could challenge me for my YGQ Interregional Tri-Stated Unified World Championship. I long for the day of finding an opponent worthy enough to defend this title again and I thought you could be the one. Sadly, that just isn’t the case. I can only lift you up so high into the spotlight. I guess I failed in getting a worthy contender to oppose me this month. The only lifting I’m going to be able to do is when I deadlift your bland ass off the ground and drop you right on your head. I just pray that when I do drop you on your head that I knock something loose and you can stop being the basic bitch that you are. Otherwise, Q is just gonna break ya.
Q hands the microphone off to one of the SE security members as four of the group lift the royal thrown into the air and walk Q down to the ring as she prepares for her match.
Olivia rolls her eyes at Q and when the two lock up in the center of the ring with Q locking her arms around Olivia’s waist, Olivia uses her height advantage to get the upper hand by turning around and hitting Q with a double palm thrust to Q’s chest. It sends her stumbling backward a few steps and Olivia is right there, lifting her up and sending her crashing back down with a back suplex side slam. Olivia is quick to get up to her feet and gloats a little bit before trying to pull Q up to her feet. But the moment she’s vertical once again, Q drives a thumb right into the eye of Olivia. Olivia swings for a knife edge chop but Q is able to duck underneath it and tries to roll Olivia up. But Olivia is able to grab hold of the bottom rope and force the referee to stop counting just before three.
America: You know I would have really thought Olivia and Q would have been a lot more vocal over the past month leading into this match.
Taj: Agreed, America. Both are very vocal and self-assured.
Q doesn’t look the least bit happy and instantly goes to try and lock in a Boston crab on Olivia. But because she’s still pretty close to the ropes, Olivia is able to wrap her arms around the bottom rope and keep Q from being successful. Olivia tries using both feet to try and push Q away, but Q is able to pull her away from the ropes and when Olivia gets up, hits her with an exploder suplex. Q follows it up with a standing moonsault as the crowd erupts into a roar. Q lays in wait as Olivia rolls over onto her stomach and slowly gets up to her hands and knees. Once she has, Q quickly wraps her arms around Olivia’s waist, trying to hoist her up and over her head for Q/s Lament (deadlift German suplex). She tries a few times before she’s able to lift Olivia up. As she’s about to bring Olivia up and over her head, the lankier Olivia turns it around and somehow is able to lock in Merciless (headscissor crucifix choke). Q fights to get out of it as Olivia uses all of her strength to keep it locked in, wrenching back until Q is almost forced to tap out.
Taj: Q is so close to submitting!
Instead of tapping, Q manages to grab the referee by his shirt and forcefully yanks him into the turnbuckle. This causes the ref to instantly call for the end of the match.
TORRES: Here is your winner by disqualification… OLIVIA RHODES!
Taj: What in the world? Q just assaulted the referee causing herself to lose!
America: Yeah, loss by disqualification...not by pinfall or submission. She robbed Olivia of a clean win.That’s freaking brilliant!
Q is gloating in the ring and looking very proud of herself when suddenly the lights in the arena start to flicker off and on in chunks across the arena as well as her music speeds up, slows down, stops, and then restarts which causes "Ya Girl Q" to start looking disgusted as she motions at everything before suddenly everything goes black.
America: Alright, what the hell is going on here?!
Taj: I don't know, America. I honestly don't.
Suddenly there is a strange, haunting instrumental bit of music that plays throughout the darkness of the arena for a couple of seconds before a male voice whispers something almost in tune with the instrumental.
Whisper: Look at what you've created… ...I am the eater of worlds. Someone to feed me.... Feed* me.
Suddenly the lights in the arena come back on fully as a figure stands behind Q with a confident smile on his face with his arms out to his sides in a crucifix like pose.
America: THE HELL?!
Taj: That's Alex Slayer, one half of the Shinigami Foundation!
America: I can see that, but what is he going to do?!
Q turns right around and before she can even blink, she is very quickly taken down by Slayer who quickly hits the Yamato Gamma (Gun Stun) and then quickly is back up to his feet, still smiling that smile of his as he motions for a ring hand to toss him a mic which happens.
Alex Slayer: Hello there, Q. My name is Alex Slayer and I just want to make one thing perfectly clear to you. I don’t respect you because there is nothing to respect, you can spin this however you want but the truth is still right there in front of you...because when you live by the blade, you die by the blade.
Alex then drops the mic before hauling he quickly drops her with the Yamato Epsilon (Yokosuka cutter) before making a cut-throat motion with his left hand before he rolls out of the ring. "Eater of Worlds" by Everyone Loves A Villain keys back up as he heads to the back without a single look back at Q.
We cut backstage where Aurora Master could be seen checking a paper on the wall, with the card for the current Legacy. Carnival was sitting near her, reading a comic book.
Aurora Master: I can’t believe they misspelled our names.
Carnival Master: I can’t believe Miku isn’t going to win.
Aurora Master: What?
Carnival showed Aurora the book she was reading and she let out an audible sigh.
Aurora Master: Seriously, they called us “Masters”, with an “s” at the end. But “Smoaks” they know how to write, despite sounding like someone had a stroke while naming them.
Carnival Master: That’s only like the 100th time it happens, you don’t have to make a fuss every time. Why the hell did our parents name us like that anyways?
Aurora Master: Because it’s their last name?
Carnival Master: I dunno, to me it sounds like someone named us a stupid name without realizing there was a completely similar, normal name and now it refuses to change due to stubbornness.
Aurora Master: What?
Carnival shrugged and went back to her book.
Aurora Master: Well, anyway, it’s you and me, I think that’s a first, in 6 years of tag team career… Weird uh?
Carnival Master: Yeah, we always count on MoonMoon, but this time you got me instead.
Aurora looked at her younger sister.
Aurora Master: I guess we lost then.
Carnival Master: Hey! We gotta do like sis did at Glory and win!
Aurora Master: Yeah! Wait… did she win?
Carnival Master: Didn’t she? Can’t remember…
Aurora Master: Weird. I can’t either. It’s like it hasn’t happened yet.
Carnival Master: Weird shit.
They both look at the camera and the cameraman decided it’s best to end this segment here, cutting to black.
Coming LIVE October 15th from Las Vegas, Nevada
Both teams start off the match in their respective corners, discussing strategy when Carnival steps out of the ring for her team and Taren does the same for her own, leaving Aurora and Nicole to start off the match. Nicole is able to quickly get the upper hand courtesy of a roundhouse kick but that doesn’t last long because Aurora is able to hit Nicole with a snap DDT. She goes for a cover but only gets a one count before Taren comes running in and hits her in the back with a low front dropkick to the face before she’s chased off by Carnival. Aurora and Nicole continue to go at it until Nicole hits Aurora with a hair pull mat slam out of desperation. Both women slowly crawl towards their respective corners until they’re both able to tag in their partners.
Taren and Carnival come running into the match, both fresh and ready to go. Taren is able to strike first, hitting Carnival with a uraken that knocks her off balance. Taren capitalizes by whipping Carnival off into the turnbuckles, but when Taren comes running at her, Carnival is able to counter Taren’s clothesline by ducking out of the way and turning around to hit Taren with a wheel kick. Taren stumbles out of the corner into a hurricanrana from Carnival which she then turns into a roll up. Nicole comes running in to save her wife, booting Carnival between the shoulders. Aurora then comes running in and drives a knee into Nicole’s stomach before throwing her out of the ring between the ropes. In the meantime, Taren has gotten back up to her feet and manages to hit Aurora with YVR (wristlock into short arm bicycle high knee) before driving her headfirst into the mat with Vancity Babe 2 (somersault cutter) before kicking Aurora under the bottom rope. But when she turns around, Carnival is ready and hits her with Masterplan (jumping cutter) before going for the cover.
TORRES: Here are your winners… Aurora Master and “Dr. Carnival” Dawn Master… THE MASTER SISTERS!
America: I’m really liking these Master chicks especially Moonlight. I see big things happening for them in 1WM real soon.
The match starts off with Cold in the ring for his team and Enforcer for his team. Though Enforcer is clearly larger, this doesn’t deter Cold who goes after Enforcer, hitting him with a series of forearm strikes before Enforcer fires back with one of his own that sends Cold off into the ropes. Cold manages to hook his arms on the ropes to keep himself from rebounding back. Enforcer charges, looking to hit a running version of a high knee, but Cold is able to duck underneath, turning around and rolling him up. Adding all his weight to Enforcer’s legs, but it isn’t enough and Enforcer is able to power out just before a two count. This enrages Enforcer who pops back up to his feet and lifts Cold up, slamming him back down with a powerslam before dragging him over to his corner and tagging in Justice.
Justice climbs to the top turnbuckle and positions herself at the top before launching at Cold with a missile dropkick. She shows no signs of slowing down, quickly whipping Cold off into the ropes a bit close to his corner and allowing Griffin to tag himself in unbeknownst to Justice who hits Cold with a step up enziguri after blocking a roundhouse attempt from Cold. When she turns around, she’s met by a buzzsaw kick from Griffin. Justice drops to one knee as Griffin helps Cold out of the ring. This would prove to be a mistake because Justice immediately comes to attack Griffin, grabbing him around the neck and hitting him with a springboard bulldog. Griffin takes a few moments to get to his knee and Justice is laying in wait, hitting him with Lights Out (jumping cutter).
Justice goes for the pin and just as the referee is about to start the count “The Divine Infection” by Motion In White hits the arena’s PA system. This causes Justice to break her cover and glare at the entrance as her husband turns around to face it, waiting to go to war with Stasi Herveaux. The longer she waits allows more time for Griffin to recover, eventually getting back up to his feet. Stasi never emerges from backstage and as her music comes to an end, Justice turns back around drives his foot up into her jaw with Shot In The Dark (superkick) as runs around the outside of the ring and takes out Enforcer with a show to the back of the knees. Griffin goes for the pin and gets the three count victory.
TORRES: Here are your winners… COLD ADDAMS AND GRIFFIN HAWKINS!
Taj: What a statement win for Cold and Griffin before we head into the 2020 Legendary Tag Team Cup Tournament next month!
America: Who in the hell played Stasi’s music and why? If it wasn't for that I seriously doubt the Crosses would have lost!
We fade to the backstage area where we can see the lady in black known as Stasi Herveaux walking along the corridor with a smile on her face as she holds the bottoms of her cropped black leather and silver studded ring jacket. A soft chuckle escapes from her lips as she turns to head down a hallway. That was when she came face to face with Mari Moon who promptly shoves a microphone into her face.
Mari Moon: Stasi, Stasi… why did you have your music play in an attempt to distract Justice Cross and Enforcer?
Stasi Herveaux: For fuck’s sake Mouse!? Could you kindly get your microphone the hell out of my face?
Stasi forcibly shoves Mari’s microphone out of her face, glaring at her as Mari starts to recoil.
Stasi Herveaux: Why don’t you go back to that joke of a show Glory where you’ll fit in more with those junior varsity misfits that are merely TRYING to make it onto Legendary.
Mari Moon: I… I…
Stasi Herveaux: You can’t do this job right just like you can’t do that one right. I’ve seen you try to psych yourself up with a live mic in your hand… it’s pretty pathetic. Now… if you want my thoughts on what just transpired, you can wait until I find Meera Katze because unlike you, she’s actually good at what she does. And I’ve only talked to her once. Excuse me…
Before Mari can even utter another syllable, Stasi pushes past her with a hard shoulder to shoulder push and continues walking down the hall… until she comes across the person she was looking for, the aforementioned Meera Katze. She looked poised and ready to interview whoever crossed her path.
Meera Katze: Well would you look at what the katze dragged in. I heard about what you said to Mari the Mouse.
Stasi Herveaux: How did you… nevermind.
Meera Katze: I have my ways… like this little monitor here where I can watch what’s going on in the show so that I am prepared.
Meera gently taps the top of a little screen that was sitting propped up on one of the 1WM cargo containers as s sly little smile comes across her perfectly glossed lips.
Meera Katze: So I guess that only leaves me with this… Stasi, can I asssk you… a question?
Stasi chuckles as she slyly shakes her head.
Stasi Herveaux: You are too funny, do you know that? You are a drag queen, so I guess that comes with the territory. But to answer your question… yes.
Meera Katze: I’m gonna ask the same question Mousey did… with a twist. What was your plan by having your music play during the previous match?
Stasi simply rolls her eyes as a loud sigh escapes from her mouth. Using both hands, she runs her hands through her hair as she shakes her head again.
Stasi Herveaux: Why is it my fault? Just because my music played doesn’t automatically mean I was behind it. Y’all really need to stop assuming shit and pegging it on me without getting or knowing the fact first. It could’ve just been an impotent 1WM tech guy who hit my music WAY before he was supposed to.
Meera Katze: So what you’re saying is that you weren’t behind it?
Stasi Herveaux: What I’m saying is that I may or may not have been behind it. We will never know. But for the sake of this interview, let’s go with it that I was behind it.
Meera looks a bit unsure as her eyes squint a bit and she cocks her head off to the side.
Meera Katze: Uh… OK? So… if you did do it… why?
Stasi Herveaux: Because Justice needed to learn a lesson and she needed to learn it quickly… that she isn’t shit, she never was shit… and as long as she aligned with that sniveling weasel Samson she will never be shit.
Meera Katze: Is this all because she blocked you boo?
Stasi Herveaux: Oh no… I could care so much less that she blocked me. It’s quite comical really because all she did was prove that she’s nothing more than a coward who hides when the going gets tough and there’s a real threat standing in front of her. Her and her less than 30 followers can all take a long walk off a short pier.
Meera Katze: I have a feeling there’s a bit more than that.
Stasi Herveaux: Look, if I was behind it I was the only one with enough balls to stick it to her and that idiot she follows. I find it HIGHLY laughable that people follow Samson when he’s driven so many careers into the ground… including his own wives’.
Meera Katze: You mean Astrid…
Stasi Herveaux: No both… Catriona too. Had I not called him out on his bullshit, I probably would’ve had my career tanked too. So Bianca, Justice, Roid Rage and whoever else he represents will wind up in the same boat at one point or another. But yeah, Justice needed her slice of pie because she hadn’t even debuted but was already too big for her britches.
Meera Katze: Sooooooo… you were behind it.
Stasi Herveaux: Meera! I said this is a hypothetical situation here!
Meera Katze: Aight boo… aight. Don’t get your panties all twisted there. Do you even wear them? Nevermind… how uh… if you were… why would you have done it… other than as you say to send a message to Justice Cross.
Stasi Herveaux: Because I like to show the little people that they’re not going to get too far. And I really, really like to piss people off. I’m throwing my support behind a team that actually shows a lot of promise and doesn’t rely on the hyping up of others… Team Madness. Echo and Alexandria show a tremendous amount of promise and aren’t two bags of hot air like most of the division.
Meera Katze: Speaking of division… gworl… what is up with you and the heavyweight division? You didn’t walk out of Legendary 9 with the title… but sure sure as hell left Arley Kirk reeling.
Stasi Herveaux: I sent her a message that’s for sure. Arley Kirk did nothing but try to make me look like a fool for weeks. She got extra spicy pissy after Glory and that’s her own damn fault really. The fact that she let that thing fester, putting the 1WM roster at gross risk of infection should’ve been enough to strip the title off of her. But honestly, I want to watch someone rip it from her grubby little hands. I just hope it isn’t the likes of Bianca “I’m An Airheaded Dumb Blonde” LeBlanc. We’d be going from one pathetic ass champion to another. I for sure, will not be letting that happen.
Meera Katze: Ooh I like this viciousness. It’s like two bitches in heat.
Stasi Herveaux: Ha… that’s actually funny. Yeah, I’m not done with Arley and I hope to god she walks out tonight still holding that title because I want to be the bitch that takes it off of her… sending her back down to the thralls of wannabes so we can all forget about who she is.
Meera Katze: Well you sure as hell got my vote sis. Do the damn thing.
Stasi Herveaux: Arley knows that her time as 1WM World Heavyweight Champion is coming to a close. I showed her at Legendary 9 that I mean business and I’m not here to fuck around. I will have that championship and I know that as much as the fans placate her desires of feeling wanted, once she loses that title she’ll have nothing except her idiot brother and dimwitted sister cousin to keep her company.
Meera Katze: Gworl… you better go get you ready for your match. And tell that mans of yours I said heller. I know y’all just had an anniversary.
Stasi Herveaux: I’ll do that. And yeah we did. He seems to be the only person who puts up with my shit and I love him all the more for that. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. I’m one sick, twisted bitch.
Meera Katze: Well damn girl… get your bag sis.
Stasi Herveaux: That is the plan. That is the FUCKING plan. Now if you’ll excuse me…
With a nod of the head, Meera allows Stasi to walk by her as she makes her way towards the warmup area by the ring as the scene fades.
Captain All-Star starts off the match by trying to get Damon to lock up in the center of the ring, but the younger Scotsman just stands there before charging at the veteran and hitting him with a big boot that lands directly in Captain All-Star’s chest. He flies backwards into the ropes and when he comes rebounding back, Damon nails him with a superkick. Captain All-Star fights to get back up to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up to a vertical base as Damon just stands there, glaring at his opponent like a hunter stalking its prey. Damon wastes no time in hitting Cap with F*ckYour Life (swing over faceplant) and getting the victory.
TORRES: Here is your winner… DAMON XALVADOR!
Taj: What an incredible night of wrestling action we’ve had here tonight at Legendary Ten.
America: It has indeed. Now let’s go see if there’s anymore BBQ left over?
Taj: Uh….there’s something you REALLLY need to know...
Alex Monroe: Hey? Hi, Hello? Are you still sleeping on and/or doubting Team Madness? *Alex laughs* Guess what?
Echo Layne & Alex Monroe: Jokes on you! Clap for the tag team champs! US!
They held the tag titles up into the air. Alex and Echo looked at each other and laughed.
Alex Monroe: We told you ALL, no more games. Well, some games. *Alex smirked* We did exactly what we'd said we do? WIN. Headhunters, Smoaks, Connelly Twins? Who? That's right they don't matter ANYMORE.
Alex laughed.
Alex Monroe: Although we haven't forgotten what you did, "Team Nonessential".
Echo chucked the title on the crate.
Echo Layne: KITTENS LIVES MATTER!
Alex looked at Echo.
Alex Monroe: Whoa. Kitten? Put the claws away. Don't worry, karma is coming for them.
Echo regrouped and calmed down a bit, she picked her title back up.
Echo Layne: We are the superior team, we go together like peanut butter and jelly. Don't take our kindness for weakness.
Echo laughed. Alex looked straight at the camera, her facial expression was rather serious.
Alex Monroe: Agents Of Chaos, we give you props, you got an opportunity and you took it and you came out on top. But, you didn't earn it.
Echo stepped forward, she was holding onto her half of the tag titles.
Echo Layne: Hey, "Agents Of Chaos"? You like to cause, "Chaos"? Do you? Tonight we introduce you to Madness.
Alex laughed.
Alex Monroe: You wanna know what happens when a tornado meets a volcano? Cain, Lash.. don't play with Madness, it can get extreme and chaotic.
Echo Layne: Especially when you piss us off!
Echos' expression changed to pure anger.
Echo Layne: We're gonna do whatever it takes to keep these titles in our possession.
Echo and Alex hold the titles up.
Alex Monroe: MADNESS...
Echo and Alex laughed.
Echo Layne: It's like gravity, all you need is a little push.
Alex Monroe: Come show us why you're the "Agents of Chaos".
They both smiled as they walked away.
~~
One Wrestle Movement
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Legendary Main Event
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
"Miss 1WM" Bianca LeBlanc versus “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk ©
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
"Miss 1WM" Bianca LeBlanc versus “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk ©
Torres: The following is the 1WM LEGENDARY MAIN EVENT match scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION and it is for the CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
Taj: Welcome everyone to the tenth edition of Legendary! I’m Taj Hennessey-Monroe and always by my side is my broadcast partner, America Vaughn!
America: What’s really good, 1WM?! I must say I’m liking that we’re starting off Legendary Ten: Beast Mode Activated with the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship match. Finally my girl Bianca will take her rightful place as the pinnacle of this organization!
Bianca LeBlanc walks out followed by her manservant, Simple Simon, and THE Executive Representative, Joshua Samson, Esquire.
Torres: Introducing first… the challenger… she is...Bianca LeBlanc!!!
Taj: This woman has expressed a number of issues with Arley Kirk in recent weeks…
America: She has! And if she manages to win this match, she’s going to prove that they’re all valid issues!
Taj: It would be the biggest win of her career, too!
"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: To her credit, Arley is one of the most talented wrestlers in 1WM! She’s the World Heavyweight Champion. She’s arguably…
America: Lost a step? Absolutely.
Before the bell is rung, the referee instructs Simon and Samson that they have to leave the ringside area. Both men are irate while Bianca physically threatens the referee who in turn threatens to disqualify her from the match before it even begins.
America: WHAT KIND OF BULL IS THIS?! WHAT HAS SIMON AND JOSHUA DONE TO BE KICKED OUT OF THE ARENA?!
Taj: I can only think the referee has instructed the two to leave because this match has the stipulation that if anyone employed by 1WM will be immediately terminated.
America: And? Neither Simon or Joshua have done anything. This is profiling at the highest level. There really is a conspiracy against Bianca around here.
As Simon and Samson reluctantly make their way back up the rampway, the referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Arley stares at Bianca cautiously. Bianca smirks and fakes a shot at her. Arley doesn't bite. Arley and Bianca continue to stare one another down. Bianca suddenly runs forward and blasts Arley in the mouth with a forearm strike! She follows it up with a second and then a third---the impact of the blows sending Arley staggering toward the ropes!
Taj: Well, I guess that's one way to get things started!
America: Tell me about it…
Arley tries to create space between herself and Bianca, though she's unable to easily do so. Sensing an opening, Bianca grabs Arley and shoots her into the nearest turnbuckle! Arley crashes into it hard and slumps against it. Bianca tries to follow it up just moments later with a big clothesline in the corner---though Arley ducks out of the way at the last second! Bianca crashes into the turnbuckle. She tries to recover---only to have Arley grab her and send Bianca to the mat with a snapmare! Bianca sits on the mat momentarily. Arley bounces off of the ropes and delivers a running dropkick! She hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: And just like that, Arley is taking control!
America: Using Bianca's aggression against her is never a bad idea…
Arley grabs Bianca and drags her back up to her feet. She locks in a front facelock and begins to apply pressure in hopes of wearing Bianca down. Unfortunately for her, Bianca is able to fight her way out of Arley's grasp with a series of elbow strikes! Arley stumbles back in pain as Bianca runs at her and hits her in the mouth with a jumping knee! The impact drops Arley down to the mat. Bianca pulls Arley back up to her feet and shoots her across the ring, waiting for Arley to come back on the rebound. She tries to lift her into the air as she does so---only to have Arley send her to the mat with a headscissors takedown! The fans show Arley their support as Bianca grabs the ropes.
Taj: It really does look like Arley is showing that she's still at the top of her game tonight being undefeated for ten months!
America: Yeah, well...I guess we'll see if she can put it away!
Once Bianca reaches her feet, Arley closes the gap between them. She hits Bianca with a few quick chops to wear her down.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
Unfortunately for her, Bianca responds by hitting Arley with a perfectly hidden thumb to the eye! Arley staggers back in pain and Bianca uses the opening to send Arley to the mat with a spear! Bianca hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
TH…KICK OUT!
America: You know...Bianca has tried to warn her...
Taj: That still doesn't excuse the blatant cheating!
Bianca grabs Arley by the hair and begins to slam the back of her head into the mat! The referee watches for a moment before coming over and pulling Bianca away from Arley! The fans boo as Bianca simply shrugs it off and waits until Arley starts to reach her feet. Once Arley is almost up, Bianca runs and catches Arley with a big kick that sends her back down to the mat! Bianca hooks the leg once again.
One...
Two...
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: It's amazing how Bianca is right back in this!
America: Almost like she knew what she was talking about when she criticized the wrestler that Arley has become, huh?
Arley tries to crawl her way over to the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet. Bianca quickly closes the gap and drapes Arley’s throat over the ropes. She knees Arley in the back of the head and then bounces off of the ropes. Bianca lands on Arley’s back and causes her to bounce off of the ropes! Arley tries to catch her breath as Bianca grabs her by the hair and repeatedly begins to slam Arley’s head into the mat once again! The referee comes over to warn Bianca to stop, which causes her to cover Arley.
One...
Two...
TH…KICK OUT!
Taj: That was some very good ring awareness by Bianca LeBlanc...in her own way.
America: What an unnecessarily backhanded compliment! She absolutely knows what she’s doing right now! She’s wearing Arley down and keeping her from getting back into this match!
The fans show their disdain for Bianca’s efforts. Bianca shrugs it off and waits for Arley to begin pulling herself back up to her feet. Bianca tries to get Arley into position for a DDT! Before she can plant Arley on the mat, the World Champ manages to shove Bianca away. Bianca regains her footing quickly but is nonetheless hit with a perfectly timed enziguri!
Taj: That one hurt!
Bianca staggers around from the impact. Sensing an opening, Arley runs, leaps into the air, and catches Bianca with a hurricanrana. The World Champ hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR…KICK OUT!
Taj: Almost!
America: The question isn’t whether Arley is capable of keeping herself in the match, Taj...it’s a question of whether she can put Bianca away?!
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Bianca tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Arley lines herself up with the challenger and runs forward---attempting a shining wizard! Bianca ducks underneath the attempt and quickly grabs hold of Arley’s knee, trying to lock in a kneebar! Arley kicks away at Bianca to keep her from locking in the hold before crawling over to the ropes to grab. The referee comes over and forces Bianca to break up the hold---only to have Bianca lock it in anyway. The referee counts.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...Bianca releases the hold!
The fans boo loudly as Bianca shrugs it off.
Taj: It seems very much like Bianca is trying to prove a point in this one!
America: Of course she is….this is for the top title in our sport! Bend the rules a little bit, and you’re going to be a lot more successful!
Bianca pulls Arley over toward the center of the ring. She mouths off at her in an effort to make sure that Arley gets the point. Bianca then tries to grab Arley to lock in a move but Arley frees herself from Bianca’s grasp. She grabs hold of her and rolls her up instead!
One...
Two...
THRE…KICK OUT!
Taj: Oh wow, that was close!
America: Bianca should’ve stayed aggressive! She might regret this!
Bianca tries to pull herself back up to her feet, though she’s stopped with a hard knee strike from Arley. The World Champ then runs at Bianca and plants her on the mat with an AK-95 (cartwheel cravate cutter)! Not hesitating for even a moment, Arley then grabs hold of Bianca and locks in a bridging deathlock! Bianca’s eyes go wide as she briefly looks for a way out of the hold.
America: Hold on, Bee, hold on!
Taj: I don’t know how much longer Bianca can last in that submission hold?!
When it doesn’t happen, Bianca has no choice but to tap out.
America: GODDAMNIT!!
Torres: The winner of this match as a result of a submission…AND STILL….1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Arley Kirk!!!
Taj: Once again Arley emerges victorious as the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion!
America: This is some bullshit! Straight up bullshit!
Samson, with Simon in tow, makes his way down to check on Bianca. The two slide into the ring. The crowd suddenly pop very loudly as Pro Wrestling Nova’s Wil Pierce slides under the bottom ropes, spins Bianca around, does a cheeky little wave before he drills her with a kick and then drops her with a Knight Rider DDT, hauling her up as high as he can as fast as he can!
Taj: What in the world?!
America: Goddamn Wil Pierce again?! Doesn’t he have a wrestling company he can stink up elsewhere?
Pierce rolls out of the ring, all the while keeping his gaze on Joshua.
Wil: (w/o mic) You ain’t stacking *SHIT*, little man. See you in New York.
Wil then leaves the ringside area.
Coming LIVE from Las Vegas, Nevada
October 31th, 2020
It was almost time for Echo and Alex’s match against the Agents of Chaos. But of course Alex and Echo had other plans until it was time for them to go kick their butts. They were standing by the catering backstage. Echo made them new shirts with a kitty logo and it read #TeamKindness on them. They had the tag titles over their shoulders.
Alex Monroe: Oh my God!! Echo!! Look they have Cupcakes!!!
Echo and Alex would walk over towards the table that had a bunch of desserts on them. They were focused on the cupcakes more than the other treats.
Echo Layne: YUCK. throw these red velvet ones away!
Alex liked red velvet. Echo didn't. She always wanted to throw them away.
Alex Monroe: ECHO. You know what I just thought of?!
Echo Layne: Um?
Alex Monroe: What if the Agents of Chaos put these cupcakes here to distract us.
Alex was paranoid. After all everyone was trying to take the tag titles away from them. Echo would pick up a vanilla cupcake and lick the frosting.
Echo Layne: I mean maybe. But they don't seem like they would do such a thing. Wait! Lash’s partner is the pain maker and he looks like the love child of Dracula. He might have done this!!!
Alex Monroe: His partner Lash is nice.
Echo would tilt her head at Alex.
Echo Layne: NO! ALEX! he wants you to think he's nice. Them BAM! sneak attacks us.
Echo would clap her hands to get Alex to focus.
Alex Monroe: Sorry!! Cain keeps saying we stole the titles. When really we just took them from two trashy teams. One putting the 'T' in trashy. The Headhunters. Agents of Chaos is our number one problem right now. Any other team that wants our attention can sit down and wait your turn.
Alex smiles. She went and grabbed a red velvet cupcake.
Echo Layne: Alex. No just no.
Echo would slap the red velvet cupcake out of Alex's hand. Echo hates red velvet she wasn't about to let her friend eat something gross.
Alex Monroe: DAMN IT ECHO! You can't throw away every cupcake you don't like.
Echo Layne: Ugh. I'm sorry. Agents of Chaos did this! They want us to be distracted.
Alex would shake her head. Team madness wasn't leaving without the tag titles.
Alex Monroe: Time to be serious for a minute. Agents of Chaos. See these titles... Team Madness isn't 'cosplaying' as the tag champs. WE are the champions and we plan on keeping them. No one can touch us. PERIOD.
Echo Layne: Agents of Chaos. See you out there boys.
Echo and Alex would grab a few more cupcakes before walking off.
~~
Standing outside the Climate Pledge Arena dressed in aprons and cook hats, the Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, stood in front of a huge smoking barbeque grill. On a billboard sign in front of the grill reads, “BBQ 4 SELL!” A small crowd of fans gathered around the brothers who were smiling ear-to-ear.
~~
1WM Tag Team Championship Match
Team Madness (Alexandria Monroe and Echo Layne) versus Agents of Chaos (Lash Donohue and “Pain Maker” Cain Dominguez ©)
Team Madness (Alexandria Monroe and Echo Layne) versus Agents of Chaos (Lash Donohue and “Pain Maker” Cain Dominguez ©)
Torres: The following 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION!
“Unbreakable” by Of Mice & Men plays as Team Madness, Alexandria Monroe and Echo Layne make their way out to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty pounds….they are the Number One Contenders to the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Championship….they are Alexandria Monroe and Echo Layne...TEAM MADNESS!!!!!
Taj: In a short period of time these two ladies have made quite the impression on the tag team division of 1WM.
America: Yeah thanks in large parts to them stealing the Tag titles from the Headhunters.
Taj: Who initially stole them from the first 1WM Tag Team Champions, Regulators, Inc. But tonight Alexandria and Echo get to prove that they have what it takes to be called the Tag Team Champions!
“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.
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 opponent.
Torres: And their opponents weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-five pounds….they are the defending One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions….Cain Dominguez and Lash Donohue….AGENTS OF CHAOSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The improbable teaming of Cain and Lash proved fruitful at Legendary Nine as the Agents of Chaos were able to defeat Regulators, Inc. to become only the second 1WM Tag Team Champions!
America: As the homies, The Headhunters, have named them, Homeless Harry and Clownboy, won’t be holding those titles long.
As both teams stand in the ring and look ready for a match when suddenly “Whatever it takes” by Hollywood Undead begins to play as the members of the Shinigami Foundation step out onto the entrance way with a man in long leather coat with a hood that Amanda leans against and talks to in low tones while Alex stands there with his arms crossed over his broad chest and David sets down a metal folding chair before sitting down on it.
Taj: Well it seems the newest group in 1WM. Shinigami Foundation, are looking to have an up close and personal viewing of this match.
America: That’s very smart on their part, Taj. One of these teams will be the pinnacle of the division and Shinigami Foundation is doing their due diligence.
Cain steps into the ring and Alexandria steps out to meet him in the middle. Echo glances between Cain and Lash and steps forward to offer some encouragement to her partner. As she does this, Lash charges and looks for a big clothesline on Alexandria, catching the less vocal half of Team Madness unaware at a weird angle.
DING DING DING!!!
Alexandria starts to crumble to the mat but Cain catches her with a kick to the stomach. Alexandria doubles over and Cain hooks her in a front facelock. Echo runs out of the corner and hits a lunging clothesline on both Lash and Cain simultaneously knocking Alexandria free in the process. Alexandria falls to her knees. Echo hits a dropkick on Cain that sends him tumbling over Alexandria and into a just-barely-risen-to-his-feet Lash. Cain and Lash both hit the mat hard, Lash rolling towards the far ropes while Cain starts to get up. Alexandria dives on top of him for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: This one starting off hot and heavy before the referee could even call for the bell!
America: Smart, smart strategy by Team Madness. If they have any semblance of a chance in this match they’re going to have to utilize their speed against the much slower Cain.
Echo looks up and then rushes into the corner, crashing into Lash against the turnbuckles with a dropkick! Lash slumps down across the ropes and Echo shoves him through the ropes with her foot. Lash tumbles out and falls to the floor, landing in a heap with a dull thud! Echo moves to the Team Madness corner and steps out to the edge of the ring. Alexandria pulls Cain up and hooks him for a front facelock. She backs into her own corner, Cain trying to forearm his way out, hammering away at Alexandria’s midsection. Echo steps into the ring and gives a double axe handle smash to Cain’s back.
Alexandria steps out to the apron and Echo goes for a kick. Cain quickly turns in to block it, hooks Echo between her legs and executes a Saito suplex. Cain quickly goes to grab Echo’s ankle but Echo grabs the ropes and then jumps to make the tag to Alexandria. Cain releases Echo and watches her scurry under the ropes as Alexandria steps in. Cain catches Alexandria with a drop toehold and then jumps into a half nelson cradle.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Cain pulls Alexandria over into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
REVERSAL!!!
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Alexandria rolls and then jumps to her corner, making the tag to Echo.
America: Don’t you say it, Taj!
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
America: You are so lame, girl...
Cain staggers up to his feet. Echo runs in, hitting a jumping hip attack that nails Cain right in the face. Cain goes down hard and Echo pounces on top for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: Very near pinfall by Echo.
America; Can you imagine if Team Madness wins this match and becomes the 1WM Tag Team Champs? Nothing but tweets about kittens and cupcakes all day.
Taj: Well they do that anyway without being the official champions.
America: Exactly!
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Echo pulls Cain towards her corner and reaches out for the tag. Alexandria slaps her hand and steps in. Team Madness takes a double front facelock and then stands Cain up. They lift him into the air before dropping back into a double suplex. Echo rolls to the corner while Alexandria floats over into a cover.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Alexandria stands Cain up and drives her knee into Cain’s midsection. As Cain starts to double over, Alexandria gives him a spinning backfist. Cain goes down and Alexandria drops down into a back press cover.
One…
Two…
Cain ROLLS HER OVER INTO A CRUCIFIX!!!
One…
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TH…KICK OUT!!
America: Homeless Harry, uh, I mean, Cain still has a lot of fight left in him it seems.
Taj: Of course he does, America.
As Cain rolls over and gets to all fours, Lash finally climbs back up into their corner. Cain looks over and starts to reach out but Alexandria kicks his extended arm right in the elbow. Cain collapses to the mat. Alexandria jumps over him into a rolling cradle.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Alexandria tags in Echo and then kicks Cain in the stomach again. As Alexandria goes to leave, Echo runs over and jumps up into a big leg drop that lands across Cain’s head and throat. Echo rolls over into a cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…SHOULDER UP!!!
Taj: My God, that was close!
America: Cain might actually get some help now with Lash back up?
Almost as if on cue, Echo grabs Cain’s arm and drags him towards the neutral corner. Echo drops an elbow to the chest, stands up, and goes to the turnbuckles. She climbs up to the second turnbuckle and starts bouncing herself, nodding with the rhythm. She lets out a cry and then throws her legs out, looking for a corner slingshot splash. Cain rolls out of the way and Echo crashes to the mat stomach and face first!
Echo rolls into the corner clutching at her stomach and grimacing in pain. Cain rolls away and slowly makes it up to all fours. Echo pulls herself up in the corner as Cain reaches his arm out towards his own corner. Echo races over as fast as she can and goes for a jumping elbow drop. Cain launches himself forward and makes the tag to Lash! Echo, a hair too slow, misses Cain and splats herself on the mat again!
Lash comes bursting in and blasts Alexandria off her corner with a roaring elbow smash. Caught off-guard, Alexandria goes flying off the apron and crashes hard against the railing, landing on the floor in a folded heap! Echo staggers up, breathing hard and looking mildly disoriented. Lash hits her with a forearm shot to the back that causes her to stumble into Cain’s waiting arms. Cain snaps off a sidewalk slam before rolling out to their corner. Lash grabs Echo’s arm and then both of her legs and sits down into an arm trap cloverleaf! Echo screams in pain but eventually manages to grab the bottom rope. The referee begins counting for the clean break and Lash just glares at him.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Lash releases the hold and drags Echo towards the middle of the ring. Lash slaps Echo hard across the back of the head, grabbing both of her arms like he is going to go for a surfboard. As Echo grimaces and starts to shake her head no, Lash puts his foot against the back of Echo’s head and then delivers a nasty curb stomp!
Taj and America: OOHHHH!!!!
Lash goes for his Donohue Deathlock (modified high angle Liontamer). Alexandria climbs back in to try and stop the submission but Cain catches her coming in with a chokeslam. Echo reaches out for the ropes but can’t quite get there. Lash pulls harder and Echo has no choice but to tap! Lash releases the hold and stands up as Cain staggers over. The referee raises their arms and the two nod.
Torres: The winner of this match…AND STILL...the 1WM Tag Team Champions...Cain Dominguez and Lash Donohue….the Agents of Chaos!!!
Taj: The Agents of Chaos just made a statement that they are deserving of the Tag Team Championships!
America: That ragtag team definitely knew what they were doing in there!
Taj: Team Madness seemed to make one mistake...
America: And that was all it took.
Graham Baker: Let’s talk about hunger.
Silence. Graham Baker, backstage at One Wrestle Movement’s Legendary 10. The Pride of 1WM Champion has the gold and glory on his shoulder, and is clad in his ring gear. He looks into the camera, his eyes cold, narrowed, calculating. The former Aviator’s clearly got murder-in some form-on his minds.
Graham Baker: You want to say you’re hungry? Join the fucking club. For months I toddled around the locker room with my dick in my hands, throwing opportunities away. Tag team championships? Out the window. World Heavyweight Championship? I was a fucking cheerleader. The chance to be the inaugural Pride of 1WM Champion? Out of the ring. And since then, I got tied up with Brien Storm, Bianca LeBlanc, The Headhunters, Fourthcoming or whatever the fuck they call themselves. For months I was slotted to face off against these clowns, a side character in a story I was penning in the pages on, writing for every other undeserving fuck who placed ink in front of me. You think that fills the stomach, eh? You think eating what you’re given makes a man full, you think struggling to maintain a spotlight with nothing to show for it makes a man whole? Think again.
Baker takes a moment and holds a second finger up, wrapped with tape.
Graham Baker: Let’s talk about you, Jacob Striker. Hard hitter! Big tough slugger from the slums of...wherever the fuck you’re from. You’ve made a name for yourself, my friend! PWN Tag Team Championships, dicking around in WrestleWorld, being everywhere and nowhere at once. You remind me a lot of myself in a younger era, one where I gave a half-baked fuck about being a people pleaser, about how I gave a shit about which fans followed me where so I could play to ‘em. You want to talk a big game on twitter, how you’re the hungriest dog in the kennel, and yet you won’t even give me the courtesy of tagging my name onto it? Shameful, Jacob, honestly. I thought we were playing a gentleman’s game here.
Baker chuckles.
Graham Baker: But, y’know, it’s not so bad that I’m wrong, I guess. I know exactly what you know, Jacob-that despite the big game you talk, you’re afraid to come face to face with me. Nose to nose for the second time ever, and you won’t rise to the occasion, because you know I’m gonna give you a handful of receipts from the last time we went toe to toe.
Baker cracks a smile.
Graham Baker: Jacob, I don’t respect you. I don’t give a fuck how hard you can chop, I don’t give a fuck that you and your partner weathered the storm to hang with me in PWN. I don’t give a fuck who you dropped on their head in WrestleWorld. All I care about is the record you’ve established here, what you’ve been capable of between the four ropes in the One Wrestle Ring. Because what I’ve done, man, is remain unbeaten. Not a single person has held my shoulders down for the three as long as I’ve been here. Not Brien Storm, who claims he had my number, nor Bianca LeBlanc, who had to spray hairspray in my eyes to secure a win, nor any other motherfucker I’ve faced off with. I’ve taken losses, my man, but until I got this?
Baker motions to the belt.
Graham Baker: I was untouchable. Still am, even with a larger target painted on my back. You? You’re not shit. You throw a stiff strike, so does everyone. You speak all broody and dark like you’re the fucking endgame, but you’re not, Jacob, you’re just a speedbump that I’m gonna flatten the fuck out when I run you through with a lariat and drop you on your head. You think you’re hungry? You might be, man, but you’d best find another meal ticket, another plate to eat off of. Because you ain’t getting shit off mine.
Baker holds the championship up in one hand as he draws nearer to the camera.
Graham Baker: I’m tired of motherfuckers like you coming into this company, skipping the line and getting a shot at things that I had to wait for. I’m tired of your goddamn piss-poor attitude, acting like you’re owed something because you couldn’t get it somewhere else. I’m tired of scrawling on my phone and seeing your stupid fucking face pop up with another dogshit opinion. And, worst of all, i’m tired of you acting like we’re remotely in the same league. You’re nothing to me, Striker. You never will be. Once I’ve dispatched you with a knee to the brain and left you empty-headed and dead on the fucking canvas, you won’t be a worthy challenger. Hell, you won’t even be a competitor. You’ll be an example, the first in a warpath littered with thousands of splintered corpses and remnants.
Baker slots the belt back on his shoulder.
Graham Baker: “Call it what you will. Call it posturing and threats, but don’t deny what comes from my mouth next-what I’ve told you tonight, Jacob? That’s a promise, and it’s the hardest promise that I’ll ever make.
Baker walks off camera as it continues to film, before it fades to black.
~~
In the locker room of the Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway are huddled around several catering boxes counting several dollar bills between the two of them.
Dexter: Bruh, we still gots bout twenty boxes of BBQ left ta get rid of and we still haven’t even hit up half da roster. We keep dis up we can quit wrestling’ n open up ah BBQ shop.
Dexter cackles as he continues counting the money in his hand.
Eric: Nah, nah, bruh. We gots too much ass ta kick left in this sport. Besides I don’t thank there is enuff cats n da world ta keep us supplied.
Eric returns his brother’s laugh.
Eric: C’mon, Dex, let’s get bacc ta da grill be fo we have ta get ready fo our No DQ match against dem Regulator broads.
The two fist bump before making their way out of the locker room.
~~
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Jacob "The Natural" Striker versus “Guillotine” Graham Baker ©
Jacob "The Natural" Striker versus “Guillotine” Graham Baker ©
Torres: The following PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION!
“Murder One” (w/Tybalt intro) by Metallica plays as Jacob Striker makes his way to the ring.
Taj: Jacob Striker coming into this Pride of 1WM Championship match with a determined focus and brutal intent.
America: He’s going to need both if he plans to usurp this man...
“Blood//Water” (Tom Morello Mix) by grandson plays as Graham Baker makes his way down to the ring.
Taj: Graham Baker set to defend the Pride of 1WM Championship for the first time since defeating Ryan Henderson last month at Legendary Nine.
America: This should be one helluva fight, not wrestling match, between these two heavy hitters.
Snapping forward seconds before the bell sounds off Jacob Striker rushes at the Champion. Graham Baker throws a basic front kick to Striker's midsection. Baker grabs Striker by the head, runs and throws him over the ropes. Jacob slaps down onto the ring apron but grabs the lower rope to keep himself from falling to the floor. The Champion, Baker, smiles and rushes at Striker. He leaps the ropes and as he lands on the apron Striker begins to pull himself up, Graham locks in a standing guillotine!
Taj: Look at the irony of that, America, "The Guillotine" is applying a guillotine choke.
America: Yeah but the challenger, Jacob Striker, is ready for it, Taj.
Hugging Baker's waist, Baker lifts the Champion up and runs him into the corner. They both wobble and almost fall off the apron. Graham loosens the Guillotine choke enough for Striker to pull himself free. He scoops Graham Baker up, slides him up and steps off the apron, hitting his Apocalypse Emerald Flowsion to the outside floor! Their landing shoots Striker back but Graham Baker is stuck with a screaming face without the scream. True pain was flowing through his body as if going through his blood stream.
Unable to make a pin outside. Striker hurries to try and get Graham back into the ring. As the referee's count climbs to 7 and then 8, Striker isn't going to make it. He drops Graham and dives under the ropes. He gets in and pushes back out to restart the count. Graham shoves Striker away so Jacob Striker snatches him and whips him with force into the steel stairs at the corner! The stairs explode apart as Graham falls to his side. Striker checks the referee's count and as he gets to 4, Striker has time.
Taj: Well we knew that this one was going to be violent and sure enough it has lived up to its billing.
America: You damn right!
Graham crawls to the corner of the guard rail. Reaches up and uses it to pull himself up, a hand holding the back of his neck. Striker takes off at Baker, ducking low to connect with a spear. Baker dives out of the way and Striker shoulders into the barrier. Now Graham hurries into action. As Striker tries to rise, Graham grabs him, pulls him in and quickly lifts and snaps back with a suplex that slams Striker down over the bottom layer of the steel stairs. Striker cries out in pain as he arches!
The referee ducks through the ropes. His count stops as he gets close to both men to check on them. Graham shoves the referee away. The referee warns them both to clean it up because the match wasn't a no disqualification match. Giving the referee a nod, Graham Baker waves the referee off as he gets to his feet. Reaching down, Baker pulls Striker up to his knees. Jacob throws quick shots to Baker's midsection. Once, twice, three and four solid shots. Striker cocks back and throws a fifth heavy punch and Baker doubles over. Jacob stands, pulls Baker in and lifts him high with a suplex. Standing on the single layer of the stairs, Jacob Striker snaps in a drop and spikes Graham Baker with a Brainbuster over the steel surface! The referee cups his hands over his face.
Taj: I’m really shocked that the referee has allowed this match to continue. He has been very very lax.
America: There have been good reasons to call for the bell but this is a title match.
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Jacob, pushing away, gets back to his feet. Looking down at Graham, you could see the steel stairs were colored in a wet red liquid. Graham Baker, the Champion was bleeding. Striker seen it and began to smile. The history between them was aggressive and the pain inflicted on the other was the goal for either. Pulling the lifeless weight of Graham Baker, Striker gets him up and rolls him into the ring. Slapping the canvas, Striker was ready to gain the advantage. To tie up their win/loss record between them. Striker was hungry and sees the blood as a step towards victory.
As Striker slides into the ring after Graham. The Champion in a slight daze rises to his feet and as Jacob Striker rushes at him, Graham lifts a knee, catching Striker to the stomach. He pulls Striker in, lifts him into a Vertical Suplex that turns into a Brainbuster down onto a knee! "Goodnight, Osaka!" Graham covers Striker and the referee is already in position.
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!
Taj: That was so so close!
Smiling, laughing as blood trickles down his forehead and rivers along his nose reaching his mouth. Graham Baker looks at Striker who isn't done fighting. Both are here to compete, to showcase their Pride. Slowly the Champion gets off the canvas and he walks around wiping the blood from his face. Turning to see Striker rolling onto his side, Baker gets into position. The more Striker pushes up from the canvas, the more Graham Baker shuffles around as he lines up his Psalm Twenty Knee finisher.
Jacob Striker lifts to his knees and Graham rushes forward. He throws the knee, Striker sways sideways and dives forward, rolling behind Graham and yanking the Champion back into a school boy rollup! The referee scrambles to the canvas with a slapping hand..
One…
Two…
TH…KICK OUT!!!
Taj: This match is a nail biter, America.
America: It definitely is. Even I’m unsure who is going to win this one.
Graham bursts free and hurries to his feet as Striker does the same. They meet almost at the center of the ring and begin to trade shots. Back and forth like they got their batteries recharged and it was the start of the match, they go at it! Striker hits an uppercut, it stumbles Graham back. Graham shoots forward with a short dropkick to Striker's knee and it spins him out. They get to their feet again, Graham just a step ahead. He grabs Striker, presses against him, walking him back against the ropes before pulling and throwing him with an Irish Whip. Striker hits the ropes and as he springs back, he is met by Graham who still had the bullet locked and loaded and lands flush to Striker's chin with a stiff running single leg high knee!
Taj: Psalm Twenty Knee!
Jacob Striker stiffens, falls back and through the ropes, dumping to the outside. Graham Baker lets his head drop, knowing that would have been enough to win. He climbs out of the ring, dropping onto the floor and staring down at Jacob Striker. The blood has started to clot and dry up near the wound.
America: I think we need to get EMTs down here to look at these two. Both of them have lost A LOT of blood.
Pulling the challenger off the ground. Graham Baker grabs, turns and tosses Striker back first into the railing. Quickly, Baker goes on the assault. Middle Kick times two in rapid session. Striker leans forward from the kicks but Graham wasn't done and shoves him back, his arms placed on the other side of the railing which opens up Striker's chest. Graham slices and cuts into him with a Knife Edge Chop and then Skillet Slaps him with an open palm. Striker cries out as he comes together as if to hug himself.
Scurrying back, Graham slaps his knee. Indicating another Psalm Twenty Knee and he shoots forward to execute. Striker moves, Graham's knee plows into the guard railing. He felt it as he holds and leans on the railing. Jacob Striker jumps into him with rapid fists. He rakes the cut along Baker's hairline, wanting it to bleed, open even further. Baker shoves Striker away. The Champion charges, pushing off the wall but Striker ducks a clothesline attempt. Striker jumps up and over the guard railing. He turns around and leaps onto the railing before diving off as Graham rushes at him. Striker hits a diving Slingblade, the Last Surprise as he calls it and Graham goes down hard!
Taj: This has gone on way too long. The referee needs to bring a halt to this match!
America: Are you nuts?! Let them fight!
The count was at 7 and Striker looked up at the referee. He knew from before that dragging Graham into the ring took more time than he had. Striker rolls in and back out of the ring, restarting the count for a second time. Pulling Graham up, he wasn't looking to rise his opponent to his feet, as Graham stood on a knee, Striker drove a knee into his face. Holding him in a Muay Thai clinch, he drove a knee into the Champion's face a few solid times. Pausing to switch knees, you hear Graham Baker scream not in pain but a war call type scream. He pushes to his feet as he drives a shoulder into Striker's midsection. Lifting the challenge up, Graham runs him towards the ring before dumping him spine first across the ring apron! Letting Striker fall to the ringside floor, Graham crawls back into the ring. Laying on his back in the ring, Graham no longer cared how he won so the count continued.
Six..
Seven..
Eight..
Nine….
The counting stopped. Graham opens his eyes and looks up to see the referee moving to the opposite side of the ring. Confused, the Champion turns and pushes off the canvas. As he stands, he sees Jacob Striker. Both are on their knees, Graham kneeled on one, Striker on both knees. They were within arms reach of each other. Eyes locked on the other. They both push to stand slowly. Graham jolts forward, Striker scoops him up and goes for his Apocalypse (emerald flowsion) but Graham slides off behind him. Shoving Striker hard from the back, Striker stumbles and grabs the ropes. He spins around and runs right into "Psalm Twenty Knee"! Jacob Striker bobs back like a Rock Em, Sock Em Robot before collapsing to the canvas. Graham falls over him, the bottom lip of the challenger was split and bleeding as the referee makes the count.
One...
Two...
Three!!!
Torres: The winner of this match…AND STILL...Pride of 1WM Champion...Graham Baker!!
America: What a match. What a match.
Taj: Indeed it was and I can only fathom that this won’t be the last time Jacob and Graham cross paths again.
Singles Match
Stasi Herveaux
versus
"Limitless" Ryan Henderson
Stasi Herveaux
versus
"Limitless" Ryan Henderson
Both competitors are glaring at each other from across the ring. Eventually they walk to the center of the ring and lock in typical fashion. Stasi and Ryan push each other back and forth for a few moments before Stasi is able to snake a leg around the back of Ryan and slam him backwards onto the mat. Stasi takes a few steps back and Ryan quickly kips back up to his feet. Stasi goes for a discus punch, but Ryan is able to duck underneath and turn around, hitting Stasi with a spinning back elbow. She stumbles back a bit, holding the side of her head where Ryan’s elbow hit her head and boy, she didn’t look happy in any sense of the imagination. She charges towards him and he goes to dart out of the way again, but Stasi wasn’t going to be taking any of that and turns just enough to grab his head and hit him with a running 180 degree facebuster. She goes for a cover but Ryan kicks out just after two, further angering Stasi.
Stasi pulls Ryan back up to his feet by the wrist and the momentum allows him to come up and instantly connect with a european uppercut. Stasi stumbles back and Ryan uses his swift agility to climb to the top turnbuckle. He jumps off just as she turns around looking for a diving clothesline but shit hits him with a spinning backfist in mid air and drops him like a sack of potatoes. Stasi is then quick to lock in Dream Demon (grounded dragon sleeper with body scissors). Ryan struggles to either get free or to the ropes, flailing his limbs around. He’s eventually able to turn over onto his stomach and uses the ropes to pull himself up while Stasi keeps the hold locked in. He rams her back first into the turnbuckle a couple times until she releases the hold and hits her with Kryptonite Fist (superman punch) as she comes stumbling out. Ryan goes for the cover but Stasi manages to kick out just before three.
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Frustrated, Ryan pulls Stasi up to her feet and she tries to fight back. They trade a couple forearms and punches back and forth until Ryan is able to hoist her onto his shoulders for Killshot (fireman’s carry spun into high knee). Somehow at the same time, Stasi is able to hit Avada Kedavra (heel kick to the back of the head) as his knee comes up and makes contact with her temple. Both competitors drop in the center of the ring and the referee checks on both before starting to count out. Stasi and Ryan both struggle to get up to their feet but neither are able to get up before the count of ten.
TORRES: As a result of a double count out… the referee is declaring this match a draw!
Taj: Well that was an interesting match to say the least.
America: Next.
Tag Team Match
No Disqualification Match
The Headhunters (Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway)
versus
Regulators, Incorporated ("Calamity" Jane Alder and Sadie Cassidy)
No Disqualification Match
The Headhunters (Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway)
versus
Regulators, Incorporated ("Calamity" Jane Alder and Sadie Cassidy)
The Headhunters make their way down to the ring BBQ legs in their hands, biting and chewing on them. The crowd showers them with nothing but boos.
America: Man, I can’t wait until the show is over so I can get some of that BBQ. I hope they don’t sell out before we can get some.
Taj: Uh...there’s something you need to know...
Eric and Dexter don’t even wait for the bell to finish echoing throughout the arena before going directly after both Jane and Sadie. They blast each woman in the back of the head with forearm shots. Dexter tosses Sadie out of the ring as Jane tries to fight back against Eric, hitting an enziguri before going for a Russian leg sweep. But before she can do anymore, Dexter grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her over to the corner, bouncing her face off the turnbuckle a few times. Dexter and Eric continue their onslaught against Jane, forgetting about Sadie and this allows one half of the former tag team champions to slide in and deliver a double low blow to both men before rolling up Dexter! However, Dexter is able to kick out just after the two count, keeping him and his brother in the match. Frustrated, Sadie gets up to her feet and goes after Eric, hitting him with a boot to the stomach before hitting him with a back suplex and going for the cover. Dexter however comes in and starts brawling with her as Jane continues to wear down Eric.
Taj: We knew this was going to be an all out war!
America: Damn right! These two teams have been at each other throats since the beginning of 1WM.
Both members of Regulators, Inc. pull their respective brother up to their feet before Jane throws Eric out of the ring and Sadie hits a hangman’s neckbreaker as Jane hits a running knee that lands in Dexter’s midsection. Sadie goes for a cover again but Dexter kicks out and starts fighting back, kicking Sadie in the inner thigh before sweeping Jane’s feet out from underneath her, mounting her quickly as he reigns down punches. He turns things around and locks in a Boston crab. Sadie comes in to interrupt the submission attempt hitting a flying forearm smash on Eric only to be blasted in the face with a superkick from Dexter before he drives her into the mat with a DDT.
America: You know I’m very surprised that neither of these teams have taken advantage of the No DQ stipulation.
Taj: You’ve actually gotten a point, America. Regulator, Inc. has stated that they had reservations about the match thinking the Headhunters wouldn’t wrestle but so far they have proved everyone wrong.
Glory Five Results:
Dexter helps his brother up, making sure he’s OK before they decide to end things. But they take too much time formulating their plan, allowing Sadie to hit Dexter with a jumping superkick before doing the same to Eric. This then allows Jane to hoist Eric up and hit an inverted Alabama slam before going for the cover.
Torres: Here are your winners… Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy... REGULATORS INC!
America: WHAT THE HELL?!
Taj: Regulators, Incorporated have done it! They have defeated the Headhunters!
America: And they did it without even taking advantage of the No DQ stipulation. What a waste….
Featuring
Coming LIVE October 31st from Las Vegas, Nevada
Just as the One Wrestling movement returned from commercial break. Sitting in the ring in a rocking chair is Mason Roenick, The lights in the arena are down outside the solo spotlight on him, Mason starts speaking.
Mason Roenick: Brothers and sisters, at Glory I told the world that I have brothers and sisters watching all over, just waiting to stand by me in battle. Now, a lot of people in this world have often been overlooked and pretty much given up on by society. People that may look different or act in a way, now how you feel now when those people that have been rejected by all of you, have started to fight back. I come to you all in living color here this evening for a reason. Not just to speak to you and spread my message and educate you all. Tonight isn’t that time because I’m here to show you something and that something is a big something.
Mason smirks as he laughs a little while rocking in the chair almost showing excitement in almost any way before he slows down with an evil stare.
Mason Roenick: You see, I could have just stood out in my world way from this ring to bring you what I am about to do. I could have done this in the woods and so forth but I want you all to see it with your own eyes. I want you to realize that what I bring isn’t some video enhanced image but a reality. This big something, I have for all of you is a monster, a monster who has been rejected by the rest of the world until he came across me. For years he been under my cabin just waiting for the right moment to be unleashed back on to this world and only I can control just how fair he will go when it come how bad he hurts someone, Everyone in the One Wrestling Movement will learn and learn the hard way that I and my people are not ones you can control in the way as you all think. I’m looking at you Mister Shareholder. Now, this is because of Glory where I was placed in a match with partners you all picked for me, I was going to wait before I unleashed the madness but you pushed me, and I fight back and this whole Legendary 11 Tag Team Cup, I saw that as the chance, an chance to bring in who will be my partner. The on I hand pick, The one I decide, So I give you, Abaddon…
Mason stands up and looking up at the entrance stage. He points to the stage and the whole arena turns red, as “Satan's Arrival” by Pieces of Eden starts playing, this monster wearing a mask of Bagul from the movie “Sinister” and wearing what looks to be dirt covered black coveralls with gloves walks out on stage, he stands for a moment the stage each side of him explode in flames, that remains as he walks to the ring in a slow pass The crowd not sure how to reach as he walks slowly to the ring and Mason smirks, as he steps over the top rope and stares down Mason for a moment. The music stops as Mason puts his arm down and the lights return to normal, Mason starts talking.
Mason Roenick: I think I have everyone's attention now. This is my weapon of mass destruction. He will show no mercy to anybody that steps in the ring with him, and now I have brought him to this One Wrestling Movement as my partner for the Tag Team Cup. If you think this is all I have? Think again, this is only the beginning. Just remember, what happens next is all on your hands.
Mason gives off an evil laugh they walk off into the red light arena again.
Taj: It seems as if the 2002 Legendary Tag Team Cup Tournament has just gained another tag team and this one looks like one to keep an eye on.
America: Girl, I can’t wait until the end of October!
Singles Match
"Your Worst Favorite Nightmare" Brien Storm
versus
"Pretty" Ricky Stanton
"Your Worst Favorite Nightmare" Brien Storm
versus
"Pretty" Ricky Stanton
The match starts off with a fury of blows before the referee is able to separate both Brien and Ricky. Once things have been somewhat calmed down, the two competitors lock up in the ring with Ricky pushing Brien back into a corner. The referee tells Ricky to back him up out of the corner and he does so, but not before delivering a thump to Brien’s eye. Brien stumbles out of the corner and right into Ricky who hurls him back into the turnbuckles before hitting him with a clothesline. Ricky goes for a cover but barely gets a two count before Brien is able to kick out. Ricky then yanks Brien back up to his feet and lifts him up, looking for a running power slam, but Brien is able to slither his way out of it and musters up all his strength to hit Ricky with a German suplex.
Brien breathes heavily as he gets up to his feet, looking at Ricky with a look of pure seething rage in his eyes. Brien is quick to lock in a dragon sleeper before Ricky has a chance to react in an attempt to wear him down. Eventually Ricky fights back up to a vertical base and Brien is forced to release his hold, only to boot Ricky in the stomach and execute a flawless snap dragon suplex. After a bit more of some back and forth action, Brien drives his knee up into Ricky’s abdomen twice before measuring him up and hitting Unforecasted Storm (Michinoku driver). He then goes for the cover.
TORRES: Here is your winner… BRIEN STORM!
Taj: What a win by Brien Storm for Fourthcoming!
America: I wonder what Mr.Shareholder is going to say after this loss?
Glory Five Results:
Just when all seemed to be moving along just fine during the show, “Believer” by Imagine Dragons could be heard playing throughout the Climate Pledge Arena. A clattering of boos and groans could be heard throughout the fans as “Ya Girl” Q is seen coming out onto the stage. This time, however, she is being carried out onto the stage seated atop a royal throne. She gives her best impersonation of a queen wave as the throne, carried around by four members of Stanton Enterprise security, is positioned in the center of the stage. They “gracefully” set her down as she looks over to another SE security member setting a smaller throne next to her. In this throne sits the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Title.
"Ya Girl" Q: Miss me?
The groans continue as several members of the audience turn their backs to Q as she speaks.
"Ya Girl" Q: Now, typically, I would come out here and bash the city we are in considering for some reason One Wrestle Movement enjoys touring to the most horrendous cities around the United States. I thought long and hard about coming to Seattle and you know what? I guess Seattle isn’t all that bad. I mean, take a look at everything Seattle has to offer. Ummm… You guys had Nirvana.
For the first time ever, a cluster of fans actually cheered what Q has to say.
"Ya Girl" Q: Then again, he hated this city so much he ended his life. Or was it Courtney Love? I always get my conspiracy theories mixed up. But still, 20-something years later you’ve still got that grunge music that you’re embracing. You got that gum wall too. That’s good for you all. I mean, it allows people from all over the world to essentially spit on your city and exchange whatever STDs they are carrying with them. I mean most people would think that’s disgusting but Seattle? No, Seattle embraced it and is very proud of that accomplishment.
The fans have now seen through Q’s antics and are back to booing and trying to throw trash up to the ramp. Stanton Enterprise security is trying everything they can to block the trash from hitting the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion.
"Ya Girl" Q: You’ve got Grey’s Anatomy from what I hear. I’ve never actually seen an episode but I’ve heard it’s currently in its 95th season all because Ellen Pompeo refuses to admit that she is a subpar actress. That’s something, right. A show that’s centered in Seattle… go Seattle… even though they don’t actually come here and instead everything is filmed in Los Angeles. Oh wait. I got a good one. You guys like coffee right? Did you know that Seattle is home to the first ever Starbucks? How about that? I mean, I’m a Dunkin girl myself so it’s not so enticing to me but whatever. The more I think about it, maybe Seattle isn’t that great after all.
The trash picks up even more.
"Ya Girl" Q: Oh, wait. I got one. I can at least say one positive thing about Seattle… At least you’re not Tacoma. See, I can speak positive about your city. I’m fairly certain earlier today at Glory someone died. Believe me. I’ve listened to enough Crime Junkies to know if someone is getting murdered in the state of Washington, odds are it is Tacoma. So go Seattle, you’re not Tacoma.
This oddly brings a slight cheer from the crowd despite all the trash talking.
"Ya Girl" Q: Now’s the part of the segment where I switch over to my opponent for tonight. If you haven’t gotten that formula down then you might need to re-take Promo Class 101. Tonight, I get to share MY spotlight with the always egotistical Olivia Rhodes. I know what you all are thinking. Oh, Q, you are so generous to help lift Miss Rhodes closer to your level for one night only. Just think about how Arley Kirk became a star for one night only when she faced off against the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion.
Q pauses as she motions over to the title sitting next to her.
"Ya Girl" Q: Now, I’m about to say something about my opponent that I normally would not do. Olivia, I kind of like you. I’ve enjoyed our little back and forth banter on Twitter. I mean, I’ll say something, you’ll respond in an entirely childish manner that comes across more like ‘he said, she said.’ Most of my opponents prefer to try and be witty and have some substance to their material but you? You think outside the box. You go the route of being bland and boring. It just makes for tonight to be that much better. You see, people come out here in droves to see “Ya Girl” Q. It’s not because I’m chasing down either the Pride of 1WM or the World Heavyweight Title. It’s not because I come in here with some group trying to rid the promotion of younger talent. I don’t come out here each month for any of that. I come out here because I do what I want, when I want, how I want and for the sole amusement of yours truly.
Q stands up from her seat for a moment to draw in the non-existent love from the crowd.
"Ya Girl" Q: I wanted tonight to be a little different, Olivia. I truly did. I was hoping that I could take some cookie cutter bland blondie and lift her up. I, deep down in my heart, believed I could make you into a superstar that could challenge me for my YGQ Interregional Tri-Stated Unified World Championship. I long for the day of finding an opponent worthy enough to defend this title again and I thought you could be the one. Sadly, that just isn’t the case. I can only lift you up so high into the spotlight. I guess I failed in getting a worthy contender to oppose me this month. The only lifting I’m going to be able to do is when I deadlift your bland ass off the ground and drop you right on your head. I just pray that when I do drop you on your head that I knock something loose and you can stop being the basic bitch that you are. Otherwise, Q is just gonna break ya.
Q hands the microphone off to one of the SE security members as four of the group lift the royal thrown into the air and walk Q down to the ring as she prepares for her match.
Singles Match
Olivia Rhodes
versus
"Ya Girl" Q
Olivia Rhodes
versus
"Ya Girl" Q
Olivia rolls her eyes at Q and when the two lock up in the center of the ring with Q locking her arms around Olivia’s waist, Olivia uses her height advantage to get the upper hand by turning around and hitting Q with a double palm thrust to Q’s chest. It sends her stumbling backward a few steps and Olivia is right there, lifting her up and sending her crashing back down with a back suplex side slam. Olivia is quick to get up to her feet and gloats a little bit before trying to pull Q up to her feet. But the moment she’s vertical once again, Q drives a thumb right into the eye of Olivia. Olivia swings for a knife edge chop but Q is able to duck underneath it and tries to roll Olivia up. But Olivia is able to grab hold of the bottom rope and force the referee to stop counting just before three.
America: You know I would have really thought Olivia and Q would have been a lot more vocal over the past month leading into this match.
Taj: Agreed, America. Both are very vocal and self-assured.
Q doesn’t look the least bit happy and instantly goes to try and lock in a Boston crab on Olivia. But because she’s still pretty close to the ropes, Olivia is able to wrap her arms around the bottom rope and keep Q from being successful. Olivia tries using both feet to try and push Q away, but Q is able to pull her away from the ropes and when Olivia gets up, hits her with an exploder suplex. Q follows it up with a standing moonsault as the crowd erupts into a roar. Q lays in wait as Olivia rolls over onto her stomach and slowly gets up to her hands and knees. Once she has, Q quickly wraps her arms around Olivia’s waist, trying to hoist her up and over her head for Q/s Lament (deadlift German suplex). She tries a few times before she’s able to lift Olivia up. As she’s about to bring Olivia up and over her head, the lankier Olivia turns it around and somehow is able to lock in Merciless (headscissor crucifix choke). Q fights to get out of it as Olivia uses all of her strength to keep it locked in, wrenching back until Q is almost forced to tap out.
Taj: Q is so close to submitting!
Glory Five Results:
Instead of tapping, Q manages to grab the referee by his shirt and forcefully yanks him into the turnbuckle. This causes the ref to instantly call for the end of the match.
TORRES: Here is your winner by disqualification… OLIVIA RHODES!
Taj: What in the world? Q just assaulted the referee causing herself to lose!
America: Yeah, loss by disqualification...not by pinfall or submission. She robbed Olivia of a clean win.That’s freaking brilliant!
Q is gloating in the ring and looking very proud of herself when suddenly the lights in the arena start to flicker off and on in chunks across the arena as well as her music speeds up, slows down, stops, and then restarts which causes "Ya Girl Q" to start looking disgusted as she motions at everything before suddenly everything goes black.
America: Alright, what the hell is going on here?!
Taj: I don't know, America. I honestly don't.
Suddenly there is a strange, haunting instrumental bit of music that plays throughout the darkness of the arena for a couple of seconds before a male voice whispers something almost in tune with the instrumental.
Whisper: Look at what you've created… ...I am the eater of worlds. Someone to feed me.... Feed* me.
Suddenly the lights in the arena come back on fully as a figure stands behind Q with a confident smile on his face with his arms out to his sides in a crucifix like pose.
America: THE HELL?!
Taj: That's Alex Slayer, one half of the Shinigami Foundation!
America: I can see that, but what is he going to do?!
Q turns right around and before she can even blink, she is very quickly taken down by Slayer who quickly hits the Yamato Gamma (Gun Stun) and then quickly is back up to his feet, still smiling that smile of his as he motions for a ring hand to toss him a mic which happens.
Alex Slayer: Hello there, Q. My name is Alex Slayer and I just want to make one thing perfectly clear to you. I don’t respect you because there is nothing to respect, you can spin this however you want but the truth is still right there in front of you...because when you live by the blade, you die by the blade.
Alex then drops the mic before hauling he quickly drops her with the Yamato Epsilon (Yokosuka cutter) before making a cut-throat motion with his left hand before he rolls out of the ring. "Eater of Worlds" by Everyone Loves A Villain keys back up as he heads to the back without a single look back at Q.
We cut backstage where Aurora Master could be seen checking a paper on the wall, with the card for the current Legacy. Carnival was sitting near her, reading a comic book.
Aurora Master: I can’t believe they misspelled our names.
Carnival Master: I can’t believe Miku isn’t going to win.
Aurora Master: What?
Carnival showed Aurora the book she was reading and she let out an audible sigh.
Aurora Master: Seriously, they called us “Masters”, with an “s” at the end. But “Smoaks” they know how to write, despite sounding like someone had a stroke while naming them.
Carnival Master: That’s only like the 100th time it happens, you don’t have to make a fuss every time. Why the hell did our parents name us like that anyways?
Aurora Master: Because it’s their last name?
Carnival Master: I dunno, to me it sounds like someone named us a stupid name without realizing there was a completely similar, normal name and now it refuses to change due to stubbornness.
Aurora Master: What?
Carnival shrugged and went back to her book.
Aurora Master: Well, anyway, it’s you and me, I think that’s a first, in 6 years of tag team career… Weird uh?
Carnival Master: Yeah, we always count on MoonMoon, but this time you got me instead.
Aurora looked at her younger sister.
Aurora Master: I guess we lost then.
Carnival Master: Hey! We gotta do like sis did at Glory and win!
Aurora Master: Yeah! Wait… did she win?
Carnival Master: Didn’t she? Can’t remember…
Aurora Master: Weird. I can’t either. It’s like it hasn’t happened yet.
Carnival Master: Weird shit.
They both look at the camera and the cameraman decided it’s best to end this segment here, cutting to black.
~~
Coming LIVE October 15th from Las Vegas, Nevada
Tag Team Match
The Master Sisters (Aurora Master and Carnival Master)
versus
The Smoaks (Nicole Smoak and Taren Smoak)
The Master Sisters (Aurora Master and Carnival Master)
versus
The Smoaks (Nicole Smoak and Taren Smoak)
Both teams start off the match in their respective corners, discussing strategy when Carnival steps out of the ring for her team and Taren does the same for her own, leaving Aurora and Nicole to start off the match. Nicole is able to quickly get the upper hand courtesy of a roundhouse kick but that doesn’t last long because Aurora is able to hit Nicole with a snap DDT. She goes for a cover but only gets a one count before Taren comes running in and hits her in the back with a low front dropkick to the face before she’s chased off by Carnival. Aurora and Nicole continue to go at it until Nicole hits Aurora with a hair pull mat slam out of desperation. Both women slowly crawl towards their respective corners until they’re both able to tag in their partners.
Glory Five Results:
Taren and Carnival come running into the match, both fresh and ready to go. Taren is able to strike first, hitting Carnival with a uraken that knocks her off balance. Taren capitalizes by whipping Carnival off into the turnbuckles, but when Taren comes running at her, Carnival is able to counter Taren’s clothesline by ducking out of the way and turning around to hit Taren with a wheel kick. Taren stumbles out of the corner into a hurricanrana from Carnival which she then turns into a roll up. Nicole comes running in to save her wife, booting Carnival between the shoulders. Aurora then comes running in and drives a knee into Nicole’s stomach before throwing her out of the ring between the ropes. In the meantime, Taren has gotten back up to her feet and manages to hit Aurora with YVR (wristlock into short arm bicycle high knee) before driving her headfirst into the mat with Vancity Babe 2 (somersault cutter) before kicking Aurora under the bottom rope. But when she turns around, Carnival is ready and hits her with Masterplan (jumping cutter) before going for the cover.
TORRES: Here are your winners… Aurora Master and “Dr. Carnival” Dawn Master… THE MASTER SISTERS!
America: I’m really liking these Master chicks especially Moonlight. I see big things happening for them in 1WM real soon.
Tag Team Match
Griffin Hawkins and Cold Addams
versus
Justice Cross and Enforcer
Griffin Hawkins and Cold Addams
versus
Justice Cross and Enforcer
The match starts off with Cold in the ring for his team and Enforcer for his team. Though Enforcer is clearly larger, this doesn’t deter Cold who goes after Enforcer, hitting him with a series of forearm strikes before Enforcer fires back with one of his own that sends Cold off into the ropes. Cold manages to hook his arms on the ropes to keep himself from rebounding back. Enforcer charges, looking to hit a running version of a high knee, but Cold is able to duck underneath, turning around and rolling him up. Adding all his weight to Enforcer’s legs, but it isn’t enough and Enforcer is able to power out just before a two count. This enrages Enforcer who pops back up to his feet and lifts Cold up, slamming him back down with a powerslam before dragging him over to his corner and tagging in Justice.
Justice climbs to the top turnbuckle and positions herself at the top before launching at Cold with a missile dropkick. She shows no signs of slowing down, quickly whipping Cold off into the ropes a bit close to his corner and allowing Griffin to tag himself in unbeknownst to Justice who hits Cold with a step up enziguri after blocking a roundhouse attempt from Cold. When she turns around, she’s met by a buzzsaw kick from Griffin. Justice drops to one knee as Griffin helps Cold out of the ring. This would prove to be a mistake because Justice immediately comes to attack Griffin, grabbing him around the neck and hitting him with a springboard bulldog. Griffin takes a few moments to get to his knee and Justice is laying in wait, hitting him with Lights Out (jumping cutter).
Justice goes for the pin and just as the referee is about to start the count “The Divine Infection” by Motion In White hits the arena’s PA system. This causes Justice to break her cover and glare at the entrance as her husband turns around to face it, waiting to go to war with Stasi Herveaux. The longer she waits allows more time for Griffin to recover, eventually getting back up to his feet. Stasi never emerges from backstage and as her music comes to an end, Justice turns back around drives his foot up into her jaw with Shot In The Dark (superkick) as runs around the outside of the ring and takes out Enforcer with a show to the back of the knees. Griffin goes for the pin and gets the three count victory.
TORRES: Here are your winners… COLD ADDAMS AND GRIFFIN HAWKINS!
Taj: What a statement win for Cold and Griffin before we head into the 2020 Legendary Tag Team Cup Tournament next month!
America: Who in the hell played Stasi’s music and why? If it wasn't for that I seriously doubt the Crosses would have lost!
We fade to the backstage area where we can see the lady in black known as Stasi Herveaux walking along the corridor with a smile on her face as she holds the bottoms of her cropped black leather and silver studded ring jacket. A soft chuckle escapes from her lips as she turns to head down a hallway. That was when she came face to face with Mari Moon who promptly shoves a microphone into her face.
Mari Moon: Stasi, Stasi… why did you have your music play in an attempt to distract Justice Cross and Enforcer?
Stasi Herveaux: For fuck’s sake Mouse!? Could you kindly get your microphone the hell out of my face?
Stasi forcibly shoves Mari’s microphone out of her face, glaring at her as Mari starts to recoil.
Stasi Herveaux: Why don’t you go back to that joke of a show Glory where you’ll fit in more with those junior varsity misfits that are merely TRYING to make it onto Legendary.
Mari Moon: I… I…
Stasi Herveaux: You can’t do this job right just like you can’t do that one right. I’ve seen you try to psych yourself up with a live mic in your hand… it’s pretty pathetic. Now… if you want my thoughts on what just transpired, you can wait until I find Meera Katze because unlike you, she’s actually good at what she does. And I’ve only talked to her once. Excuse me…
Before Mari can even utter another syllable, Stasi pushes past her with a hard shoulder to shoulder push and continues walking down the hall… until she comes across the person she was looking for, the aforementioned Meera Katze. She looked poised and ready to interview whoever crossed her path.
Meera Katze: Well would you look at what the katze dragged in. I heard about what you said to Mari the Mouse.
Stasi Herveaux: How did you… nevermind.
Meera Katze: I have my ways… like this little monitor here where I can watch what’s going on in the show so that I am prepared.
Meera gently taps the top of a little screen that was sitting propped up on one of the 1WM cargo containers as s sly little smile comes across her perfectly glossed lips.
Meera Katze: So I guess that only leaves me with this… Stasi, can I asssk you… a question?
Stasi chuckles as she slyly shakes her head.
Stasi Herveaux: You are too funny, do you know that? You are a drag queen, so I guess that comes with the territory. But to answer your question… yes.
Meera Katze: I’m gonna ask the same question Mousey did… with a twist. What was your plan by having your music play during the previous match?
Stasi simply rolls her eyes as a loud sigh escapes from her mouth. Using both hands, she runs her hands through her hair as she shakes her head again.
Stasi Herveaux: Why is it my fault? Just because my music played doesn’t automatically mean I was behind it. Y’all really need to stop assuming shit and pegging it on me without getting or knowing the fact first. It could’ve just been an impotent 1WM tech guy who hit my music WAY before he was supposed to.
Meera Katze: So what you’re saying is that you weren’t behind it?
Stasi Herveaux: What I’m saying is that I may or may not have been behind it. We will never know. But for the sake of this interview, let’s go with it that I was behind it.
Meera looks a bit unsure as her eyes squint a bit and she cocks her head off to the side.
Meera Katze: Uh… OK? So… if you did do it… why?
Stasi Herveaux: Because Justice needed to learn a lesson and she needed to learn it quickly… that she isn’t shit, she never was shit… and as long as she aligned with that sniveling weasel Samson she will never be shit.
Meera Katze: Is this all because she blocked you boo?
Stasi Herveaux: Oh no… I could care so much less that she blocked me. It’s quite comical really because all she did was prove that she’s nothing more than a coward who hides when the going gets tough and there’s a real threat standing in front of her. Her and her less than 30 followers can all take a long walk off a short pier.
Meera Katze: I have a feeling there’s a bit more than that.
Stasi Herveaux: Look, if I was behind it I was the only one with enough balls to stick it to her and that idiot she follows. I find it HIGHLY laughable that people follow Samson when he’s driven so many careers into the ground… including his own wives’.
Meera Katze: You mean Astrid…
Stasi Herveaux: No both… Catriona too. Had I not called him out on his bullshit, I probably would’ve had my career tanked too. So Bianca, Justice, Roid Rage and whoever else he represents will wind up in the same boat at one point or another. But yeah, Justice needed her slice of pie because she hadn’t even debuted but was already too big for her britches.
Meera Katze: Sooooooo… you were behind it.
Stasi Herveaux: Meera! I said this is a hypothetical situation here!
Meera Katze: Aight boo… aight. Don’t get your panties all twisted there. Do you even wear them? Nevermind… how uh… if you were… why would you have done it… other than as you say to send a message to Justice Cross.
Stasi Herveaux: Because I like to show the little people that they’re not going to get too far. And I really, really like to piss people off. I’m throwing my support behind a team that actually shows a lot of promise and doesn’t rely on the hyping up of others… Team Madness. Echo and Alexandria show a tremendous amount of promise and aren’t two bags of hot air like most of the division.
Meera Katze: Speaking of division… gworl… what is up with you and the heavyweight division? You didn’t walk out of Legendary 9 with the title… but sure sure as hell left Arley Kirk reeling.
Stasi Herveaux: I sent her a message that’s for sure. Arley Kirk did nothing but try to make me look like a fool for weeks. She got extra spicy pissy after Glory and that’s her own damn fault really. The fact that she let that thing fester, putting the 1WM roster at gross risk of infection should’ve been enough to strip the title off of her. But honestly, I want to watch someone rip it from her grubby little hands. I just hope it isn’t the likes of Bianca “I’m An Airheaded Dumb Blonde” LeBlanc. We’d be going from one pathetic ass champion to another. I for sure, will not be letting that happen.
Meera Katze: Ooh I like this viciousness. It’s like two bitches in heat.
Stasi Herveaux: Ha… that’s actually funny. Yeah, I’m not done with Arley and I hope to god she walks out tonight still holding that title because I want to be the bitch that takes it off of her… sending her back down to the thralls of wannabes so we can all forget about who she is.
Meera Katze: Well you sure as hell got my vote sis. Do the damn thing.
Stasi Herveaux: Arley knows that her time as 1WM World Heavyweight Champion is coming to a close. I showed her at Legendary 9 that I mean business and I’m not here to fuck around. I will have that championship and I know that as much as the fans placate her desires of feeling wanted, once she loses that title she’ll have nothing except her idiot brother and dimwitted sister cousin to keep her company.
Meera Katze: Gworl… you better go get you ready for your match. And tell that mans of yours I said heller. I know y’all just had an anniversary.
Stasi Herveaux: I’ll do that. And yeah we did. He seems to be the only person who puts up with my shit and I love him all the more for that. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. I’m one sick, twisted bitch.
Meera Katze: Well damn girl… get your bag sis.
Stasi Herveaux: That is the plan. That is the FUCKING plan. Now if you’ll excuse me…
With a nod of the head, Meera allows Stasi to walk by her as she makes her way towards the warmup area by the ring as the scene fades.
~~
Glory Five Results:
Debut Match
Damon Xalvador
versus
Captain All-Star
Damon Xalvador
versus
Captain All-Star
Captain All-Star starts off the match by trying to get Damon to lock up in the center of the ring, but the younger Scotsman just stands there before charging at the veteran and hitting him with a big boot that lands directly in Captain All-Star’s chest. He flies backwards into the ropes and when he comes rebounding back, Damon nails him with a superkick. Captain All-Star fights to get back up to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up to a vertical base as Damon just stands there, glaring at his opponent like a hunter stalking its prey. Damon wastes no time in hitting Cap with F*ckYour Life (swing over faceplant) and getting the victory.
TORRES: Here is your winner… DAMON XALVADOR!
Taj: What an incredible night of wrestling action we’ve had here tonight at Legendary Ten.
America: It has indeed. Now let’s go see if there’s anymore BBQ left over?
Taj: Uh….there’s something you REALLLY need to know...
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