Post by Legal Department on Nov 30, 2020 20:24:11 GMT -8
Recorded from Disneyland in Anaheim, California
“Guest House” by Daughters starts playing in the arena and an asian woman, dressed in formal clothes, descends the ramp. Behind her was a slightly taller man, who kept looking around, as if he had never seen so many people at once. The woman however, never shifted her eyes from the ring until she was inside it.
Ms. Makina: Hello, wrestling fans, you can call me Ms. Makima and am one of the newest members of this roster. There are a multitude of reasons why I decided to join 1WM. I think this is a good place to thrive, I think there are interesting people around, but most importantly, I think this company has yet to reach the potential it has. Evil is corrupting it from the inside. One doesn’t need to look much further than the people at the top and to those that control it from behind. I am here to destroy that, to offer you guys a new and better 1WM, because I think the people deserve it.
Ms. Makima stopped and let some members of the audience cheer her, seemingly pleased by her statement. The man behind her smiled and raised his arm.
Ms. Makina: But I will not pretend that this can be done in a single day. It takes time, it takes effort and it takes people. Which is why I have Tommy, my personal dog. He’s the one who’s actually going to be in this ring to do my bidding. Today we start from where everyone starts, from where Melissa Maye will also start. The beginning, the bottom. But we’re here to climb, and make a difference. If you want to join us making 1WM a better place, then join me, be my dog.
Melissa Maye DEFEATS Tommy
In what can only be described as an extremely formidable opponent in Mrs. Makina’s pet dog, Maye was just barely able to defeat Tommy but only after having to connect with three of her Crescendo (running single leg dropkick) finisher.
Dean Wolf is sitting at his kitchen table in his apartment in Port Jefferson Station, NY, looking over the 1WM contract that was faxed over to him. A camera crew is there to record him making his signature. He goes to put pen to paper but stops short and looks into the camera.
Dean Wolf: I’m glad the powers that be in One Wrestle Movement finally got around to “finalizing” my contract, but since they made me wait so long for it, I don’t think they’ll mind if I wait a few more minutes before I sign it.
He smirks.
Dean Wolf: I’d like to use this extra time right now to explain to all the people watching at home just where I’m coming from. A manifesto, if you will.
You see, it seems that in this country, the rule is no longer “innocent until proven guilty.” Now, the rule is “accused and automatically guilty, and even if the accusation is disproven, you’re still guilty.” For those of you who have no clue what I’m talking about, my former employer, some Russian bitch with a Napoleon complex, got on national television and stated that I was being investigated for sexual harassment and stalking, despite having no shred of evidence that I did any of those things.
I was in my former company for five months. I was there from almost the very beginning, and in my time there, I was the foundation of that place. I was the first person to win any championship in that company. I was the best wrestler on that roster. Week after week, I went into that ring and gave it 150%. I never took it easy, I never slacked off, even if my opponent was just some preliminary wrestler who hadn’t picked up a win yet. I compiled a 16-2 record, the best in the company, and by the last show of the year, I was the World Champion. If people want to doubt my credentials, you can just go and take a look at the vote total for that company’s end of the year awards before I was banished and they gave the awards to somebody else. Match of the Year, Feud of the Year, Hardcore Champion of the Year, Moment of the Year, WRESTLER of the Year. I won all of those!
But even with all of those accomplishments, the thing that I was the proudest about was that I was that company’s locker room leader. I was the one who enforced respect amongst each member of the roster. If I heard one guy shit on the talent of another guy, I pounced on that person and set them straight. I may not have liked everybody on the roster. I may not have wanted to be friends with anybody on the roster, but I always respected everyone on the roster and made sure everyone else did the same.
The one beef that my former boss had with me was that I didn’t take her bullshit. You see, my former boss didn’t think she had to respect the talent that her company was built on. She thought she could publicly demean them without any consequence. Well, when she pulled that shit on me, I told her to stick it, and she didn’t like that very much. For months, she did everything she could to bring me down. She allowed sneak attacks on me. She put me in matches where she thought I would be disadvantaged. And every time she tried to get the better of me, I got one up on her. That’s why she resorted to making false accusations against me. That’s why she took to having me banished. Those were the only ways that she was going to get rid of me.
Then, after I was gone, I get wind that some little brown-nosing shit stain who wanted to get in nice with my former boss started running me down, saying I was “sub-par” and hard to work with. “Sub-par,” even though I was a double champion. Hard to work with, even though I had never wrestled this person in my career. Now, you’d think that after months of being the guy who showed respect to everyone in the locker room, including my rivals, someone in that locker room who knew me well and had competed against me might stand up and say “No, you’re wrong.” I mean, that’s what I would have done. Even if I didn’t like the person, I still wouldn’t have let that kind of thing slide. But no. Nobody said a damn word. Everybody just let it go unchallenged.
That’s when I realized that the guys in that locker room weren’t happy to see me go because they thought I was an asshole or because they actually believed the things I was being accused of. They were happy to see me go because now, it gave them an opportunity to move up in the promotion. With me gone, they all had the chance to take one of my titles. With me gone, some of them could actually win a match. Yeah, I said it. With me gone, some of them could actually win, because make no mistake about it, I WAS THE BEST IN THAT COMPANY. There was no way that I was ever losing any of my titles. There was no way that any of them were ever going to beat me, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when I was sent away, because now, they didn’t have to compete against me for my spot.
And this whole situation has just reinforced what I’ve known all along about this business: that it’s full of snaky motherfuckers who don’t mind stabbing you in the back at the first opportunity. I spent all of my time defending my fellow wrestlers, and when it came time to return the favor, they were silent. Like I said before, I didn’t like all of them and I certainly didn’t want to be friends with any of them, but if that little shit stain called any of them “sub-par,” I would have been on that person like white on rice.
So guess what? I’m done trying to be that guy. I’m done trying to be a leader of any kind. From now on, I’m going to look out for one person: ME, and it’s going to start next month at Massive. Whoever Cedric Southern puts in front of me, whether it’s Mr. Whammy Bar or anybody else that wants a crack at me, I’m going to knock their fucking heads off, and I’m going to keep doing that until I make my way to the top of One Wrestle Movement and become the fucking 1WM World Heavyweight Champion!
And if I end up getting kicked out of this promotion, I’ll go to another one, and I’m going to be the best there, and I’m going to win their top championship, and then I’m gonna go to another one and another one and another one, each time doing the same exact thing: being the best wrestler, the top guy, and the top champion, because I AM THE BEST NO MATTER WHERE I GO!
He furiously signs the contract and throws the pen at the camera. He holds the contract up and points to his signature.
Dean Wolf: You see that! That’s not just a signature! That’s a declaration of war! A war against the 1WM roster! A war against the entire wrestling industry! And as I trudge along through this conflict to show the world ONCE AGAIN that I am the greatest wrestling superpower alive, I will chant the same mantra that I have been chanting for years, the same mantra that has motivated me since I was a fifteen-year-old kid who decided not to take people’s shit anymore, the same mantra that has motivated me to kick every ass that has crossed my path in this sport.
He drops the contract, grabs the camera, and pulls it in until we can only see his mouth.
Dean Wolf: SEEK THE WOLF IN THYSELF!
The newcomer quickly overwhelmed Lange with sheer brutality and force which led to McNamara pin Faye after hitting Battle Standard (butterfly piledriver).
Cambrie Marie: Ladies and gentlemen... my name is Cambrie Marie.
A petite woman speaks, and in true Disney fashion... she's dressed as perhaps the Queen of Snark herself, Megara. Her golden toned curls were secured in a ponytail, long enough to trail down her back. The signature lavender dress, waist-hugging sash, with the golden shoulder medallions are all present, though cut in a style much more fitting of this petite leader of the new team: sliced to end just under Cambrie's plump backside, and jeweled, completed by a pair of sky high, diamond-encrusted purple stilettos. With her full lips pursed, and a coy grin, she continues.
Cambrie Marie: Though, I'm fairly certain some of you know that.
Pushing a rebellious curl out of her face, a "pleasant" smile remains planted in the now visible area.
Cambrie Marie: Because since the day we officially put our names to the paper, social media has blown up and our stock has risen. But, it's not me that you need to ask. You could ask someone as insecure and pathetic and sad as Cut Yourself Karen, Stacy Heavyho.
"Stasi?" A voice asks off camera, possibly as a cue for correction for the newcomer. This prompts a cold glare from Cambrie in response.
Cambrie Marie: I said what I said. Thank you!
Shooing the backstage worker away with her immaculately manicured fingers, Marie continues after a roll of the eyes.
Cambrie Marie: You could even ask the women-hating incels that One Wrestle Movement calls Tag Champs... F-Y-I boys? I wouldn't go around calling myself 'head hunters' and looking like that, especially since I'm pretty sure you boys NEVER get laid. I'm also pretty sure that's how you wind up on some kinda' predator's list. You asked for tag teams at Glory 7 just two weeks ago, you asked for competition and now? You got it... but given our warm reception from you boys, it almost seems like you didn't really want it. Like you wanted to have something other than your odor, your limited vocabulary, and even fewer teeth to complain about for a change and when you got it, you weren't ready. But, I'm not foolish... idealistic, maybe. But not foolish. I know that before the aspirations of being the answers to your prayers, comes the fact that we have to work our way up from the bottom. And to that point, it certainly doesn't get further down the bottom of the barrel than Nicole and Taren Smoak.
Cambrie's hands raise upwards, an innocent smile on her face as she takes a surrendering pose.
Cambrie Marie: And before ANYONE feels the urge to come for my neck? Feel free to gander at Nicole's own words on her Twitter bio. 'Jobber, signed to One Wrestle Movement.' I'll give anyone props for knowing their place, but for as much of a tough girl act as Taren wanted to put on for me and my girls? It seems like only one of them is behaving realistically. I get it. We come in with hype, bravado, and some people don't like that. They think we should come in with our heads down, carrying the bags of those who came before us... but not with these nails, honey. Not with this glam.
Cambrie's head turns to the left. Enter Yoon Song: compared to the very small "Brieyonce," she is a statuesque vision of Asian beauty. The Korean, unlike the stone-faced Marie, appearing as happy as a claim, even bordering on aloof. Her long, thick, black hair is secured in two top knots on the crown of her head with a tiny red and white polkadotted bow. Her gear, which to the point of her detractors, does resemble lingerie more than performance garb is red and black with a pair of matching boots. Fingerless, MMA-style gloves, also adorned with bows, complete the look.
Cambrie Marie: This is Yoon Song. And the only reason she's here and not competing in Olympic Judo is because the schedule isn't busy enough for her liking. She could snuff out the Smoaks on her own, or ANYONE else, with ease I might add but chooses to share the glory with her friends.
Yoon excitedly waves her hands.
Yoon Song: Yeoboseyo! I am happy to be here and to have the opportunity to enforce No Smoak policy belonging to the park! Then get a churro!
Cambrie Marie: You're so cute, Yoon. And proving that cute is what we do...
Looking over the other shoulder, flanking Cambrie's other side is Saraia Diaz. A somewhat short (but towering compared to their mouthpiece) Latina, with prismatic green contacts placed into each eye. With her dark hair large and voluminous, her hair is accented by a pink bow. A low cut white top, exposing the cups of a sequined, teal and gold bra and purple bootyshorts complete her Esmeralda-inspired look, accessorized with a golden coin belt hugging her hips. White wrestling boots with a slight heel make her short legs appear longer.
Cambrie Marie: Please welcome Saraia Diaz: an influencer who puts the 'hottest' in hottest brands that she represents. Who combines showmanship, speed, and sex appeal into one beautiful, dangerous package.
Saraia Diaz: Thank you, y gracias. The past two weeks, this collective of women have been THE talk of One Wrestle Movement. We've seen people like Fay Canoes come and go with barely a whimper but a lotta talk.
Yoon Song: After lying about her salary. Fake news!
Saraia Diaz: I... yes, boo. We all got the joke. And we've seen people like the champs of this very company quake when a real challenge approached. You wanna believe we're a flash in the pan, we're bravado, we're a gimmick without much else. But if you're that shook about a gimmick and some saucy pictures? Imagine what you'll be when you see us dominate The Smoaks tonight.
Yoon Song: Is not just a want to. Is a need to. We are just arriving here, and we have people counting on us to win! Like Pepper!
Saraia Diaz: And our own detractors. This has been a LONG time in the making, but finally, 2020 has something that we can look forward to. And if you thought it was sad trying to watch the Headhunters avoid going to the hunted by trying to hype up women who KNOW they're going to lose? Imagine what happens when we turn the dark matches into the main event of the evening. Imagine what happens when we get our hands raised in victory? The women you've spent two weeks calling strippers, pornstars, and airheads without ever being given the privilege of hearing us speak or seeing our work? That would be pretty embarrassing, huh? We're going to prove that we are the TOTAL package because make no mistake... there's no prestige in beating Taren or Nicole. They know their roles. They serve them well. And like Cam said? We don't hate them. We don't even dislike them! We will support any woman because we're the most inclusive team in wrestling today if you just look at our line up! What we hate... is the fact that they're being played by two mothafuckers who probably couldn't even read the rules of the game manual if they didn't come with pictures in it!
Cambrie Marie: They won't have to imagine it for much longer, Raia. Reality is about to set in real quick, and it'll be even better than everything they've fantasized about. Ladies and gentlemen... we are Booty Call. And we're ready to go all night long.
Cambrie smiled, taking hold of each girls' hand. Leading them down the hall, and the camera following their swaying steps. Beyond Yoon's musings over churros, it is all too quiet as we draw to a close.
There was no denying that The Smoaks were overwhelmed from the moment the bell rang. Neither Taren nor Nicole could match what Saraia or Yoon had brought to the table. Ultimately The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, made their presence known to distract the referee that allowed double roll ups of Booty Call by the Smoaks.
POST MATCH:
The Smoaks and The Headhunters proceeded to beat down Booty Call until Regulators, Incorporated, Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy, arrived to even the odds.
One Wrestle Movement's newest signee Andrew Garrison is sitting in a high back leather chair in a custom made suit, he picks up a cigar and lights it. He leans back and crosses his leg. Smoke pours out of his mouth as he puffs the hand rolled Colombian cigar. He takes it out of his mouth and looks at it.
Andrew Garrison: Quality, it is set at certain levels. You have your store bought cigars that you find at some small time smoke shop...then you go to more sophisticated shops to get better quality….then….you have this.
Andrew takes another puff before putting it out and sitting it on the table next to him.
Andrew Garrison: The top quality, the best of the best, handcrafted and made with precision. You ask Andy Garrison why are you talking about cogar quality? You're about to make your debut in One Wrestle against Abbadon. A 7 foot 350 pound Satan worshiper that taps into the dark side….
Andrew yawns as he crosses his leg.
Andrew Garrison: Do I look like I am scared? Or intimidated? Nah...because this is where quality comes in, and trust me folks I am the top quality in this business. I am the Alpha of professional wrestling and as One Wrestle Movement goes into its second year right at this very moment this company has finally arrived. It has reached that status because WE….have arrived.
As he says that, his fiancée Melina Wilson steps into view. She smirks, walking over towards the chair.
Melina Wilson: As he said, we have arrived. Unlike some of the wrestlers and managers I have seen in One Wrestle Movement, neither one of us whine or cry over things. We both have been the top of places we have been. You all haven’t seen anyone like us.
Melina sits on the arm of the chair while glancing at Andrew. He takes her hand and kisses it.
Andrew Garrison: You're staring at the top of the line. This is Melina, and I am the alpha of pro wrestling Andrew Garrison, and we….have just raised the bar to all new heights in OWM...and it starts tonight. Living Legendary has never had more truth that it does at this...very moment.
Andrew looks at Melina who looks back at him. He reaches up and strokes her cheek as the scene faded to black.
After an early back and forth, Abaddon fell victim to Garrison’s Endgame (running flying knee).
Wisps of smokey fog dance in a sea of black, a single point of illumination granting it visibility. From the shadows she emerges, dressed in form-fitting black leather, muscular arms on display. One side of her head is cleanly shaven, with long black hair covering the opposing side of a face defined by a strong jaw and imposing, yet unreadable expression. She adjusts the gloves on her hands with a small tug.
Ursula Von Rossbach: At Glory 7, I made my presence felt and my stance known.
She tilts her head forward.
Ursula Von Rossbach: To my future enemies, you shall know only pain and suffering at my hands should you dare to cross me. Your armies and allies will not be enough to drowned me in a tide of your contempt and vile intentions for each time I have fallen, I have only risen again, angrier and more powerful. I will add your names one by one to my growing legacy, the Resume of Destruction.
The powerful woman clasps her hands together.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I am Ursula Von Rossbach. Some have taken to calling me the Lady Terminator, others refer to me by more colorful names, sometimes from the confines of the wheelchairs that I have put them in. Many claim to know me but they only utilize one aspect of my being, the cold, unfeeling muscular shell that I present to the world. Few ever truly reach into the depths of the blackened abyss to discover the truth...
Her eyes never seem to blink even once.
Ursula Von Rossbach: So many attempt to touch my mind only to fumble in ignorance with limited comprehension of just who they are dealing with. Tonight, Aurora Kristina Riley faces the inevitable. With her hands and feet, she will kick and claw, lips parted wide as furious screams turn into cries for mercy that shall not come. By the millimeter, she shall be broken, withering against an assault beyond anything she has ever tasted and before we have had time to appreciate the contribution of her body to the pyre, it will have ended.
With the heavy thuds of her bootheels upon a concrete floor, Ursula approaches the camera, moving in closer. Seeming larger than life with those cold, cruel eyes staring down upon the lens. She tilts her head forward once more, gloved hands gripping either side of the camera lens and lifting it to her face.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I am the end of everything.
An unnerving smile crosses her face as she cuts the feed, effectively ending her promotional.
In the main event, Von Rossbach completely dominated Riley. It didn’t take long for her to end the match with her The Von Terminator (Ursula spins her opponent around, locks on a double chicken wing, lifts them up in the air, then squats down, leaps with a surprising amount of height for her bulk, and drives her opponent chest and face first to the canvas in brutal fashion).
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton is seen backstage on the phone with a few of his goons when someone dressed as Mickey Mouse comes to up behind him dancing.
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton:Yes, I know they didn’t address it at their presser but we should assume that business is going well...I agree they should have said something but the contract clearly indicates that no changes mean agreement and it renews as long as we are streaming them on the Ne-What the…
Goon: Sir, it’s Mickey Mouse…
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: I don’t care who it is, I’m on the phone. Get it away from me.
The guy tries to push Mickey along when Mickey turns to Stanton.
Mickey Mouse: HEY. DON’T BE A DICK.
PRS hangs up the phone and looks at Mickey as the crowd boos….
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: I would STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU… WALK… AWAY… NOW…
America: Now hold up…I know he isn’t squaring up...on Mickey Mouse??
Taj: I think...I think this is about to be bad! Really bad!!
Stanton pushes Mickey to the ground and his clique stomp Mickey! The crowd is booing as he motions to get him up. As they get him up, Ricky grabs his throat! The camera cuts ringside as kids are crying and adults are trying to cover their eyes all over the arena!
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: You really should have just walked….
Stanton kicks him in the gut and Pretty Boy Drop (Reverse DDT) him to the floor! Ricky brushes his suit off as him and his guys laugh.
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: Small World… BITCH..
Walks off.
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY ELEVEN “DOUBLE DOWN”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: I really don’t want to do a rundown. So much has already happened and that’s just the pre-show. Let’s just get into the main show action.
Taj: Fine America… fine.
The 1WM congregation at Disneyland falls into a hush as the arena darkens, and the 1Tron comes to life. The above words appear on the screen slowly, and they elicit a confused response at first. However, the fans POP when they realise who this is. While the screen goes blank apart from being grainy and producing the occasional crackle, the all too familiar roaring chant of the Montana crowd from Legendary 9 pumps through the speakers.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
The Anaheim fans practically explode with anticipation as a replay package plays from the hard hitting world title match between Herveaux and Kirk. The "LET THEM FIGHT" chant is a repetitive drone, and it inspires the Legendary 12 fans to join in with the chant as they watch the video.
Taj (in the video): Arley Kirk retains, but this war is not over!
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
The fans in attendance cheer as they watch the suicide dive, groan as they see the suplexes on the concrete and finally BOOO as they bear witness to Stasi cleaning Arley up with a steel chair, the referee angrily calling for the bell. The screen goes black for a second, and the crowd cheers one more time as they see the flashbacks of Arley and Stasi engaging in a wild pull apart brawl. All the while, both the crowd in the video package and the crowd in the arena chant as they watch Arley break free of the security detail and dive on Stasi again, the brawl continuing with gusto.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
America (in the video): I agree with these fans…LET THEM FIGHT!
The video package stops abruptly, and the arena lights come back on. There is a HUGE pop when the crowd notices that the 1WM World champion, Arley Kirk, is already suited up and ready to go tonight. Arley has the gold strapped around her waist, and she is looking incredibly zen as she stands right in the middle of the top rope. The precarious balance situation bothers her none, and Arley wears a wide grin as she holds her arms out wide and stares up at the various screens which align the arena. In one hand, an official 1WM microphone lightly squeals away.
Taj: WOW! We weren't exactly expecting Arley to wanna play woman of mystery tonight, but there you go!
America: I'm sceptical, Taj. Knowing her family, AK might just be on drugs and in no real condition to perform!
There's a POP as Arley turns, leaps and executes an impromptu twisting moonsault. The camera makes a *fzzz!* sound as she lands on her feet.
Taj: Somehow, I doubt that!
Arley Kirk (raising the mic): YUH, DISNEYLAND!
America: Not this crap again! Will she hurry the hell up and get to the point already?
Crowd: YUH GRRRL!!
America is only just audible as the TV audience nearly drowns her out.
Arley Kirk: Well damn, man. Y'all saw it go down way back there in Billings, Montana.
The crowd BOOO briefly. Arley paces back and forth as she lets it boil over, and she continues.
Arley Kirk: Dang Ruski pulled a fakkin' chair on me!
There's another quick BOOO, but it fades as Arley sighs and looks down at her title. She deftly pats the plate, and she makes sure to look the tv cam in the lens as she smirks softly.
Arley Kirk: Dang Ruski coulda had it ALL, man. She could BE ya 1WM World champion right now, ya know. All she had to do was show us all how dang skilled she is and put me away. But ya know, the inexperience around a title picture really shone through at L9, folks.
Arley looks wistfully at ring cam 2, and it's difficult to judge whether it's genuine or sarcastic. Arley waltzes over to the corner and faces the crowd, resting her chin on one and and raising the mic once more.
Arley Kirk: That whole match kinda all kinda went to ass when Stasi conged me with the chair, but all is not lost, my kids!
America: The hell is she talking about?
Arley Kirk: I made a promise back in September. It's not a hard promise to keep. At all. You see.
Taj: I also wonder what she's referring to.
Arley Kirk: I promised y'all. I promised Stasi. I promised the wrestling world. I promised myself. One freakin way or another, I'ma pull a decisive finish outta this gotdang contest!
A pop rises up, and Arley walks back into the center of the ring with a determined look on her face. She commands authority by talking over the hubbub in the crowd.
Arley Kirk: I'ma be the one to put a stop to all of the rot once and for all. You critics WILL have stars to hand out at the end of this. You fans WILL go home complete, and happy and excited for the future of this product - network error or no network error!
The pop keeps on rising, and AK keeps on talking over the top of it, using her hands to emphasize. Arley looks right at ring cam #1 and she drums on the plate of the world title as she slowly approaches it. Arley's eyes gleam under the ring lights, and so does the title.
Arley Kirk: And Stasi? Hooo brother, are you ever going to be sorry that you asked. I've said it many times. I don't give a rat's what it takes. There will be a decisive contest tonight, there WILL be a rightful winner of this match, and there's only one daughter of a bitch who is up to the task!
Arley steps out between the ropes and jumps down to the floor. Arley raises a fist in the air as she makes her way up the ramp.
Arley Kirk: Her name sure as fakk ain't Stasi Herveaux, and I'ma tell ya that for free!
As "Global Domination" hits the system, Arley closes her eyes and drops the mic she was carrying. There's a squeal before the sound techs smartly shut it off. The fans let Arley have her adulation as she unclips the 1WM title and raises it high before disappearing back through the curtain.
Taj: Well we've been assured of a definite winner in tonight's main event, Murica! That's something to get excited about!
America: Don't ever call me that again. Yes. Strong words from our world champion. Let's see if she can say them through broken teeth after tonight.
Damon and Leo meet in the center of the ring in typical fashion, pushing each other around until Leo is able to get the upper hand by backing Damon into the corner before driving two very stiff knees into Damon’s midsection. Leo then pulls Damon out of the corner and hooks him up, lifting him up and over for a slingshot suplex, using the ropes for a bit of added leverage. Leo quickly goes for a cover, but Damon powers out just before two. Visibly frustrated, Leo is quick to lock in an ankle lock. He keeps it locked in, all the meanwhile Damon tries to get to the bottom rope. He’s mere inches away when Ivy pulls the rope out of his grasp. He angrily swipes at Ivy, causing her to stumble backward and let the rope go before he’s able to wrap his fingers around the bottom rope, forcing Leo to release the hold.
Taj: Ivy getting involved in this match early.
America: I mean if you’re going to be out here you might as well be doing something other than looking pretty.
Leo tries to pull Damon back towards the center of the ring by the ankle, but Damond pushes him away with both feet before getting back up to a vertical base. Leo charges towards him, only to be met in the center of the ring with a big boot which floors Leo. Ivy doesn’t look too happy and gets up on the apron, arguing with the referee and Damon. Leo gets a twisted look upon his face, pulling himself slowly up to his feet. But what they don't see, but the crowd does, evident by their reaction, is a hooded figure comes running down, grabbing Ivy by the ankle and yanking her off the apron, Ivy’s head bouncing off the apron.
America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Leo looks on in shock as the hooded figure just stands there, glaring at him as Damon turns around and hits him with a super kick that sends Leo off into the ropes. Damon keeps hitting Leo with a few blows before hitting him with F*ck Your Life (swing over faceplant). As Damon goes for the pin and as Ivy tries to go and disrupt, the hooded figure stops her again with a Mongolian chop.
America: What the hell is going on?! Where is security?!
Taj: Damon could have this match won!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… DAMON XALVADOR!
As Damon celebrates his victory, the hooded figure removes the mask and pulls down the hood to reveal themselves as Rei Park who glares down at Ivy who’s sitting there shocked.
We see the three Master sisters outside, sitting on a bench. Carnival is wearing a Spider-Man face mask, Moonlight is holding plushies from basically every Disney princess and Aurora is drinking a beer.
Carnival Master: So, the camera is pointing at us, we should talk about wrestling.
Aurora Master: How did you find us?
Cameraman: Can you please ignore me? We’re trying to make a show here.
Aurora Master: Fine, I’ll talk, because there’s stuff I do want to say. First of all, to everyone, don’t get too excited. Yeah, we lost last Glory but… it won’t happen again. And it doesn’t even matter. We won when it counted, the title match at Massive is very much still ours, which means that tonight’s match with Mancini Syndicate doesn’t matter either.
Aurora stops and looks at Carnival, who took Megara and Ariel plushies from Moonlight and is now making Megara six-one-nine Ariel.
Aurora Master: What the fuck are you doing?
Carnival Master: Booyaka booyaka?
Moonlight Master: Could you please not ruin my plushies? They are oficial from Disney, they cost 20 bucks each!
Aurora Master: Are you guys five or something?
Aurora sighed and looked at the camera again.
Aurora Master: But don’t worry, this doesn’t mean we are underestimating you, Viola. We still only fight to win, and to win we will tonight. But I do hope your team doesn’t underestimate us either, because you’re facing The Masters Sisters on a three-on-three. This is our match, we’ve been doing it for decades. So I hope your little friends, bodyguards, “enforcers”... whatever you call them are strong, and work well with you, because we’re not going to let you win.
Aurora gives a big sip of her beer before throwing it to the cameraman.
Aurora Master: Now get the fuck out of here.
The scene fades into the backstage area where we see the number one contender for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship Stasi Herveaux is leaning against a wall, scrolling through her phone with a smug looking smirk on her face. That smirk turns into a full smile as her thumbs fly across the screen.
Stasi Herveaux: Oh he’s going to get it when I get done here. And I’ll be carrying 10 pounds of gold.
Stasi lowers her phone just as Rei Park passes by, looking behind her cautiously as she heads for the women’s locker room. Stasi smirks, wanting to start some shit, before grabbing the oversized black hoodie Rei was wearing and spun the young Japorean wrestler around. Rei instantly throws her arms up, shielding her face from whatever attack she thinks is incoming.
Rei Park: 私は彼女をエプロンから引き離すつもりだったと誓います. しかし、彼女は再び介入しようとしました.
Stasi looks a bit wide eyed, releasing her hold on Rei’s hoodie and taking a step back. Rei keeps shielding herself for a few moments more before she slowly lowers her arms, noticing that it’s Stasi standing in front of her.
Stasi Herveaux: Look uh… I don’t know why you’re so skittish right now, but I just wanted to say that I was impressed by what you did out there. I threw my support behind Team Madness before, but now that they’re gone I’m putting it behind you and uh… that little blonde one you tagged with in the tournament.
Rei Park: J-Jenni-san.
Stasi Herveaux: Ah yes… that one that was part of the whole stringing up of my opponent tonight. That was… amazing to watch. People really got to see what our chumpion really was… jack-fucking-shit and a liar who really only cares about her own vanity. God people with Kirk DNA really are stupid idiots.
Rei stands there, a bit unsure of the situation that was at hand.
Stasi Herveaux: It’s been eleven months of boring title matches, save for my first one, and it’s time that there’s a new champion around here… one that is focused on the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship and nothing else. Arley’s plate is too full to give the championship the attention that it deserves. She has made it nothing but a laughing stock, just like her brother is doing to the tag team championships and her cousin is ruining Glory. Not like anybody really likes it anyway.
Rei just stands there and frowns, lowering her head as her arms swing gently at her sides.
Stasi Herveaux: People like you, Jenni Drew and maybe those Master chicks… you’re too good for that show and you should really be on Legendary. People who make a mockery of this company and the titles that they hold… they’re the ones that should be with the other laughing stocks of this company. Ivy and Leo should also join those happy bunch of idiots given the fact that they’re calling themselves The Family when there’s already a group here by that name. People really are stupid… and yet they say the same thing about me.
Stasi rolls her eyes and slowly starts to turn around as Rei tries to get a word in edgewise… but recoils when Stasi comes face to face with her again.
Stasi Herveaux: You know what, I’ve said too much and I’m probably keeping you from making your get away.
Rei Park: I was doing that yes.
Stasi Herveaux: Get going then. And if anybody gives you or Jenni problems… come see me and I’ll help you take care of them.
Rei nods as she throws the hood of the hoodie up and darts down the hallway. Stasi watches until Rei disappears before turning to face the camera straight on.
Stasi Herveaux: A very unhappy birthday to you Arliana. My gift to you is to relieve you of the burden of being the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion. That way, you’re able to divulge more time to your many other ventures and the people chomping at your heels.
Stasi leans forward and kisses the camera lens, leaving behind a bright red crimson kiss print as her evil witch like laugh echoes throughout the scene as it fades.
Kasey looks over at Mason who doesn’t look too happy considering the outcome of the match between Kasey and Mason’s associate Abaddon at Glory 7. But it doesn’t take long for the two to start clashing in the center of the ring, trading blows back and forth until Mason is able to land a throat thrust that sends Kasey stumbling back. He follows it up with a quick elbow strike that lands square on Kasey’s forehead. Kasey somewhat slumps in the corner, allowing Mason to charge forward and hit him with a corner avalanche splash. Mason pulls Kasey out towards the center and looks as though he was going to hit Kasey with a neckbreaker, but Kasey turns it around and hits Mason with a spinning backfirst that sends Mason off into the ropes. Mason comes running back and rakes the eyes of Kasey before drilling him with a DDT. Going for the cover, Mason gets a two count before the referee notices that Kasey’s leg was under the bottom rope.
Mason doesn’t look too pleased and yanks Kasey up to his feet, only to be hit with a spinning backfirst again before Kasey hits him with a ripcord kappo kick. Kasey is still staggering a bit as she charges towards the bigger Mason, hitting him with a superkick that drops Mason to one knee. This allows Kasey to quickly climb to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Mason to get back up to his feet before he launches off for a spaceman plancha that sends both men crashing to the mat. Kasey pulls Mason up and uses all his might to hit him with a ripcord bicycle knee. The crowd goes wild as Kasey tries to get them riled up more, allowing Mason to get up to a knee. It was then that Kasey seized the chance and charged forward for Aussie Knee Party (shining wizard) before getting the pinfall.
Torres: Here is your winner… KASEY KASH!
We go backstage where Mari Moon is walking with a microphone in hand, looking for somebody. She notices Griffin sitting on a nearby cart, strumming his guitar.
Mari Moon: Griffin Hawkins! A word if you please?
He looks over at her.
Griffin Hawkins: Why sure, I can spare a few minutes.
He sets his guitar aside and stands up.
Mari Moon: Okay...we saw on Social Media recently..you kind of had a bit of a back and forth with Joshua Samson, he mentioned that you were Arley's groupie and you only rubbed elbows with others to get your title opportunities, what are your thoughts on that?
Griffin Hawkins: My thoughts? First off, he doesn't know the first thing about me..and he sure as shit doesn't know the first thing about being a Champion, when was the last time you ever saw him with a belt around his waist? And of course he says it behind the safety of a computer screen..because he knows if he said it to my face I'd knock his ass out. But that don't matter. If he actually paid any attention to me, he'd know that I've been all over the world and won countless titles, making a name for myself..but he would rather live in his own little bubble and latch on to whoever is the next big thing and use them up till he moves onto the next one. I also find it strange that he calls me a groupie when he's the one surrounding himself with big guys and tough women..hoping their badass-ness rubs off on his weak ass self. But if any of his clients that he's leeching off of got a problem with what I'm saying..hey, they can take it up with me in the ring, I'm not a hard guy to find.
Mari Moon: You speak of championship gold in other promotions… do you have your sights set on any here?
Griffin Hawkins: Well Mari...anyone who knows me knows that I really like taking things. Things of value. That could be a guitar...or a Motorcycle..things I consider prized possessions. Usually, I get what I want...and what I want is the Pride Of 1WM Title. It doesn't matter to me if the Champion is Graham Baker...and it doesn't matter if it's Jacob Striker. Both are superb athletes in their own right.
But as soon as I earn my chance..one of them may go South of Heaven.
Mari Moon: Well good luck to you and your quest for the title… but why are you here tonight?
He then smiles.
Griffin Hawkins: Stay tuned...
He grabs his guitar and walks off.
In what can only be described as an extremely formidable opponent in Mrs. Makina’s pet dog, Maye was just barely able to defeat Tommy but only after having to connect with three of her Crescendo (running single leg dropkick) finisher.
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Dean Wolf is sitting at his kitchen table in his apartment in Port Jefferson Station, NY, looking over the 1WM contract that was faxed over to him. A camera crew is there to record him making his signature. He goes to put pen to paper but stops short and looks into the camera.
Dean Wolf: I’m glad the powers that be in One Wrestle Movement finally got around to “finalizing” my contract, but since they made me wait so long for it, I don’t think they’ll mind if I wait a few more minutes before I sign it.
He smirks.
Dean Wolf: I’d like to use this extra time right now to explain to all the people watching at home just where I’m coming from. A manifesto, if you will.
You see, it seems that in this country, the rule is no longer “innocent until proven guilty.” Now, the rule is “accused and automatically guilty, and even if the accusation is disproven, you’re still guilty.” For those of you who have no clue what I’m talking about, my former employer, some Russian bitch with a Napoleon complex, got on national television and stated that I was being investigated for sexual harassment and stalking, despite having no shred of evidence that I did any of those things.
I was in my former company for five months. I was there from almost the very beginning, and in my time there, I was the foundation of that place. I was the first person to win any championship in that company. I was the best wrestler on that roster. Week after week, I went into that ring and gave it 150%. I never took it easy, I never slacked off, even if my opponent was just some preliminary wrestler who hadn’t picked up a win yet. I compiled a 16-2 record, the best in the company, and by the last show of the year, I was the World Champion. If people want to doubt my credentials, you can just go and take a look at the vote total for that company’s end of the year awards before I was banished and they gave the awards to somebody else. Match of the Year, Feud of the Year, Hardcore Champion of the Year, Moment of the Year, WRESTLER of the Year. I won all of those!
But even with all of those accomplishments, the thing that I was the proudest about was that I was that company’s locker room leader. I was the one who enforced respect amongst each member of the roster. If I heard one guy shit on the talent of another guy, I pounced on that person and set them straight. I may not have liked everybody on the roster. I may not have wanted to be friends with anybody on the roster, but I always respected everyone on the roster and made sure everyone else did the same.
The one beef that my former boss had with me was that I didn’t take her bullshit. You see, my former boss didn’t think she had to respect the talent that her company was built on. She thought she could publicly demean them without any consequence. Well, when she pulled that shit on me, I told her to stick it, and she didn’t like that very much. For months, she did everything she could to bring me down. She allowed sneak attacks on me. She put me in matches where she thought I would be disadvantaged. And every time she tried to get the better of me, I got one up on her. That’s why she resorted to making false accusations against me. That’s why she took to having me banished. Those were the only ways that she was going to get rid of me.
Then, after I was gone, I get wind that some little brown-nosing shit stain who wanted to get in nice with my former boss started running me down, saying I was “sub-par” and hard to work with. “Sub-par,” even though I was a double champion. Hard to work with, even though I had never wrestled this person in my career. Now, you’d think that after months of being the guy who showed respect to everyone in the locker room, including my rivals, someone in that locker room who knew me well and had competed against me might stand up and say “No, you’re wrong.” I mean, that’s what I would have done. Even if I didn’t like the person, I still wouldn’t have let that kind of thing slide. But no. Nobody said a damn word. Everybody just let it go unchallenged.
That’s when I realized that the guys in that locker room weren’t happy to see me go because they thought I was an asshole or because they actually believed the things I was being accused of. They were happy to see me go because now, it gave them an opportunity to move up in the promotion. With me gone, they all had the chance to take one of my titles. With me gone, some of them could actually win a match. Yeah, I said it. With me gone, some of them could actually win, because make no mistake about it, I WAS THE BEST IN THAT COMPANY. There was no way that I was ever losing any of my titles. There was no way that any of them were ever going to beat me, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when I was sent away, because now, they didn’t have to compete against me for my spot.
And this whole situation has just reinforced what I’ve known all along about this business: that it’s full of snaky motherfuckers who don’t mind stabbing you in the back at the first opportunity. I spent all of my time defending my fellow wrestlers, and when it came time to return the favor, they were silent. Like I said before, I didn’t like all of them and I certainly didn’t want to be friends with any of them, but if that little shit stain called any of them “sub-par,” I would have been on that person like white on rice.
So guess what? I’m done trying to be that guy. I’m done trying to be a leader of any kind. From now on, I’m going to look out for one person: ME, and it’s going to start next month at Massive. Whoever Cedric Southern puts in front of me, whether it’s Mr. Whammy Bar or anybody else that wants a crack at me, I’m going to knock their fucking heads off, and I’m going to keep doing that until I make my way to the top of One Wrestle Movement and become the fucking 1WM World Heavyweight Champion!
And if I end up getting kicked out of this promotion, I’ll go to another one, and I’m going to be the best there, and I’m going to win their top championship, and then I’m gonna go to another one and another one and another one, each time doing the same exact thing: being the best wrestler, the top guy, and the top champion, because I AM THE BEST NO MATTER WHERE I GO!
He furiously signs the contract and throws the pen at the camera. He holds the contract up and points to his signature.
Dean Wolf: You see that! That’s not just a signature! That’s a declaration of war! A war against the 1WM roster! A war against the entire wrestling industry! And as I trudge along through this conflict to show the world ONCE AGAIN that I am the greatest wrestling superpower alive, I will chant the same mantra that I have been chanting for years, the same mantra that has motivated me since I was a fifteen-year-old kid who decided not to take people’s shit anymore, the same mantra that has motivated me to kick every ass that has crossed my path in this sport.
He drops the contract, grabs the camera, and pulls it in until we can only see his mouth.
Dean Wolf: SEEK THE WOLF IN THYSELF!
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Ciara McNamara DEFEATS Faye Lange
The newcomer quickly overwhelmed Lange with sheer brutality and force which led to McNamara pin Faye after hitting Battle Standard (butterfly piledriver).
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Cambrie Marie: Ladies and gentlemen... my name is Cambrie Marie.
A petite woman speaks, and in true Disney fashion... she's dressed as perhaps the Queen of Snark herself, Megara. Her golden toned curls were secured in a ponytail, long enough to trail down her back. The signature lavender dress, waist-hugging sash, with the golden shoulder medallions are all present, though cut in a style much more fitting of this petite leader of the new team: sliced to end just under Cambrie's plump backside, and jeweled, completed by a pair of sky high, diamond-encrusted purple stilettos. With her full lips pursed, and a coy grin, she continues.
Cambrie Marie: Though, I'm fairly certain some of you know that.
Pushing a rebellious curl out of her face, a "pleasant" smile remains planted in the now visible area.
Cambrie Marie: Because since the day we officially put our names to the paper, social media has blown up and our stock has risen. But, it's not me that you need to ask. You could ask someone as insecure and pathetic and sad as Cut Yourself Karen, Stacy Heavyho.
"Stasi?" A voice asks off camera, possibly as a cue for correction for the newcomer. This prompts a cold glare from Cambrie in response.
Cambrie Marie: I said what I said. Thank you!
Shooing the backstage worker away with her immaculately manicured fingers, Marie continues after a roll of the eyes.
Cambrie Marie: You could even ask the women-hating incels that One Wrestle Movement calls Tag Champs... F-Y-I boys? I wouldn't go around calling myself 'head hunters' and looking like that, especially since I'm pretty sure you boys NEVER get laid. I'm also pretty sure that's how you wind up on some kinda' predator's list. You asked for tag teams at Glory 7 just two weeks ago, you asked for competition and now? You got it... but given our warm reception from you boys, it almost seems like you didn't really want it. Like you wanted to have something other than your odor, your limited vocabulary, and even fewer teeth to complain about for a change and when you got it, you weren't ready. But, I'm not foolish... idealistic, maybe. But not foolish. I know that before the aspirations of being the answers to your prayers, comes the fact that we have to work our way up from the bottom. And to that point, it certainly doesn't get further down the bottom of the barrel than Nicole and Taren Smoak.
Cambrie's hands raise upwards, an innocent smile on her face as she takes a surrendering pose.
Cambrie Marie: And before ANYONE feels the urge to come for my neck? Feel free to gander at Nicole's own words on her Twitter bio. 'Jobber, signed to One Wrestle Movement.' I'll give anyone props for knowing their place, but for as much of a tough girl act as Taren wanted to put on for me and my girls? It seems like only one of them is behaving realistically. I get it. We come in with hype, bravado, and some people don't like that. They think we should come in with our heads down, carrying the bags of those who came before us... but not with these nails, honey. Not with this glam.
Cambrie's head turns to the left. Enter Yoon Song: compared to the very small "Brieyonce," she is a statuesque vision of Asian beauty. The Korean, unlike the stone-faced Marie, appearing as happy as a claim, even bordering on aloof. Her long, thick, black hair is secured in two top knots on the crown of her head with a tiny red and white polkadotted bow. Her gear, which to the point of her detractors, does resemble lingerie more than performance garb is red and black with a pair of matching boots. Fingerless, MMA-style gloves, also adorned with bows, complete the look.
Cambrie Marie: This is Yoon Song. And the only reason she's here and not competing in Olympic Judo is because the schedule isn't busy enough for her liking. She could snuff out the Smoaks on her own, or ANYONE else, with ease I might add but chooses to share the glory with her friends.
Yoon excitedly waves her hands.
Yoon Song: Yeoboseyo! I am happy to be here and to have the opportunity to enforce No Smoak policy belonging to the park! Then get a churro!
Cambrie Marie: You're so cute, Yoon. And proving that cute is what we do...
Looking over the other shoulder, flanking Cambrie's other side is Saraia Diaz. A somewhat short (but towering compared to their mouthpiece) Latina, with prismatic green contacts placed into each eye. With her dark hair large and voluminous, her hair is accented by a pink bow. A low cut white top, exposing the cups of a sequined, teal and gold bra and purple bootyshorts complete her Esmeralda-inspired look, accessorized with a golden coin belt hugging her hips. White wrestling boots with a slight heel make her short legs appear longer.
Cambrie Marie: Please welcome Saraia Diaz: an influencer who puts the 'hottest' in hottest brands that she represents. Who combines showmanship, speed, and sex appeal into one beautiful, dangerous package.
Saraia Diaz: Thank you, y gracias. The past two weeks, this collective of women have been THE talk of One Wrestle Movement. We've seen people like Fay Canoes come and go with barely a whimper but a lotta talk.
Yoon Song: After lying about her salary. Fake news!
Saraia Diaz: I... yes, boo. We all got the joke. And we've seen people like the champs of this very company quake when a real challenge approached. You wanna believe we're a flash in the pan, we're bravado, we're a gimmick without much else. But if you're that shook about a gimmick and some saucy pictures? Imagine what you'll be when you see us dominate The Smoaks tonight.
Yoon Song: Is not just a want to. Is a need to. We are just arriving here, and we have people counting on us to win! Like Pepper!
Saraia Diaz: And our own detractors. This has been a LONG time in the making, but finally, 2020 has something that we can look forward to. And if you thought it was sad trying to watch the Headhunters avoid going to the hunted by trying to hype up women who KNOW they're going to lose? Imagine what happens when we turn the dark matches into the main event of the evening. Imagine what happens when we get our hands raised in victory? The women you've spent two weeks calling strippers, pornstars, and airheads without ever being given the privilege of hearing us speak or seeing our work? That would be pretty embarrassing, huh? We're going to prove that we are the TOTAL package because make no mistake... there's no prestige in beating Taren or Nicole. They know their roles. They serve them well. And like Cam said? We don't hate them. We don't even dislike them! We will support any woman because we're the most inclusive team in wrestling today if you just look at our line up! What we hate... is the fact that they're being played by two mothafuckers who probably couldn't even read the rules of the game manual if they didn't come with pictures in it!
Cambrie Marie: They won't have to imagine it for much longer, Raia. Reality is about to set in real quick, and it'll be even better than everything they've fantasized about. Ladies and gentlemen... we are Booty Call. And we're ready to go all night long.
Cambrie smiled, taking hold of each girls' hand. Leading them down the hall, and the camera following their swaying steps. Beyond Yoon's musings over churros, it is all too quiet as we draw to a close.
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The Smoaks (Taren Smoak and Nicole Smoak) DEFEATS Booty Call (Saraia Diaz and Yoon Song)
There was no denying that The Smoaks were overwhelmed from the moment the bell rang. Neither Taren nor Nicole could match what Saraia or Yoon had brought to the table. Ultimately The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, made their presence known to distract the referee that allowed double roll ups of Booty Call by the Smoaks.
POST MATCH:
The Smoaks and The Headhunters proceeded to beat down Booty Call until Regulators, Incorporated, Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy, arrived to even the odds.
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One Wrestle Movement's newest signee Andrew Garrison is sitting in a high back leather chair in a custom made suit, he picks up a cigar and lights it. He leans back and crosses his leg. Smoke pours out of his mouth as he puffs the hand rolled Colombian cigar. He takes it out of his mouth and looks at it.
Andrew Garrison: Quality, it is set at certain levels. You have your store bought cigars that you find at some small time smoke shop...then you go to more sophisticated shops to get better quality….then….you have this.
Andrew takes another puff before putting it out and sitting it on the table next to him.
Andrew Garrison: The top quality, the best of the best, handcrafted and made with precision. You ask Andy Garrison why are you talking about cogar quality? You're about to make your debut in One Wrestle against Abbadon. A 7 foot 350 pound Satan worshiper that taps into the dark side….
Andrew yawns as he crosses his leg.
Andrew Garrison: Do I look like I am scared? Or intimidated? Nah...because this is where quality comes in, and trust me folks I am the top quality in this business. I am the Alpha of professional wrestling and as One Wrestle Movement goes into its second year right at this very moment this company has finally arrived. It has reached that status because WE….have arrived.
As he says that, his fiancée Melina Wilson steps into view. She smirks, walking over towards the chair.
Melina Wilson: As he said, we have arrived. Unlike some of the wrestlers and managers I have seen in One Wrestle Movement, neither one of us whine or cry over things. We both have been the top of places we have been. You all haven’t seen anyone like us.
Melina sits on the arm of the chair while glancing at Andrew. He takes her hand and kisses it.
Andrew Garrison: You're staring at the top of the line. This is Melina, and I am the alpha of pro wrestling Andrew Garrison, and we….have just raised the bar to all new heights in OWM...and it starts tonight. Living Legendary has never had more truth that it does at this...very moment.
Andrew looks at Melina who looks back at him. He reaches up and strokes her cheek as the scene faded to black.
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Andrew Garrison DEFEATS Abaddon
After an early back and forth, Abaddon fell victim to Garrison’s Endgame (running flying knee).
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Wisps of smokey fog dance in a sea of black, a single point of illumination granting it visibility. From the shadows she emerges, dressed in form-fitting black leather, muscular arms on display. One side of her head is cleanly shaven, with long black hair covering the opposing side of a face defined by a strong jaw and imposing, yet unreadable expression. She adjusts the gloves on her hands with a small tug.
Ursula Von Rossbach: At Glory 7, I made my presence felt and my stance known.
She tilts her head forward.
Ursula Von Rossbach: To my future enemies, you shall know only pain and suffering at my hands should you dare to cross me. Your armies and allies will not be enough to drowned me in a tide of your contempt and vile intentions for each time I have fallen, I have only risen again, angrier and more powerful. I will add your names one by one to my growing legacy, the Resume of Destruction.
The powerful woman clasps her hands together.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I am Ursula Von Rossbach. Some have taken to calling me the Lady Terminator, others refer to me by more colorful names, sometimes from the confines of the wheelchairs that I have put them in. Many claim to know me but they only utilize one aspect of my being, the cold, unfeeling muscular shell that I present to the world. Few ever truly reach into the depths of the blackened abyss to discover the truth...
Her eyes never seem to blink even once.
Ursula Von Rossbach: So many attempt to touch my mind only to fumble in ignorance with limited comprehension of just who they are dealing with. Tonight, Aurora Kristina Riley faces the inevitable. With her hands and feet, she will kick and claw, lips parted wide as furious screams turn into cries for mercy that shall not come. By the millimeter, she shall be broken, withering against an assault beyond anything she has ever tasted and before we have had time to appreciate the contribution of her body to the pyre, it will have ended.
With the heavy thuds of her bootheels upon a concrete floor, Ursula approaches the camera, moving in closer. Seeming larger than life with those cold, cruel eyes staring down upon the lens. She tilts her head forward once more, gloved hands gripping either side of the camera lens and lifting it to her face.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I am the end of everything.
An unnerving smile crosses her face as she cuts the feed, effectively ending her promotional.
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"Terminator" Ursula Von Rossbach DEFEATS Aurora Riley
In the main event, Von Rossbach completely dominated Riley. It didn’t take long for her to end the match with her The Von Terminator (Ursula spins her opponent around, locks on a double chicken wing, lifts them up in the air, then squats down, leaps with a surprising amount of height for her bulk, and drives her opponent chest and face first to the canvas in brutal fashion).
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THANK YOU FOR WATCHING THIS RECORDED STREAM. LEGENDARY TWELVE WILL COMMENCE SHORTLY.
ENJOY THE SHOW
ENJOY THE SHOW
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton is seen backstage on the phone with a few of his goons when someone dressed as Mickey Mouse comes to up behind him dancing.
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton:Yes, I know they didn’t address it at their presser but we should assume that business is going well...I agree they should have said something but the contract clearly indicates that no changes mean agreement and it renews as long as we are streaming them on the Ne-What the…
Goon: Sir, it’s Mickey Mouse…
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: I don’t care who it is, I’m on the phone. Get it away from me.
The guy tries to push Mickey along when Mickey turns to Stanton.
Mickey Mouse: HEY. DON’T BE A DICK.
PRS hangs up the phone and looks at Mickey as the crowd boos….
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: I would STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU… WALK… AWAY… NOW…
America: Now hold up…I know he isn’t squaring up...on Mickey Mouse??
Taj: I think...I think this is about to be bad! Really bad!!
Stanton pushes Mickey to the ground and his clique stomp Mickey! The crowd is booing as he motions to get him up. As they get him up, Ricky grabs his throat! The camera cuts ringside as kids are crying and adults are trying to cover their eyes all over the arena!
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: You really should have just walked….
Stanton kicks him in the gut and Pretty Boy Drop (Reverse DDT) him to the floor! Ricky brushes his suit off as him and his guys laugh.
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: Small World… BITCH..
Walks off.
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Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY ELEVEN “DOUBLE DOWN”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: I really don’t want to do a rundown. So much has already happened and that’s just the pre-show. Let’s just get into the main show action.
Taj: Fine America… fine.
"You shoulda just stayed back at that sweet pad of yours and grew yo ass with them Oreos.." -- Arley Kirk
The 1WM congregation at Disneyland falls into a hush as the arena darkens, and the 1Tron comes to life. The above words appear on the screen slowly, and they elicit a confused response at first. However, the fans POP when they realise who this is. While the screen goes blank apart from being grainy and producing the occasional crackle, the all too familiar roaring chant of the Montana crowd from Legendary 9 pumps through the speakers.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
The Anaheim fans practically explode with anticipation as a replay package plays from the hard hitting world title match between Herveaux and Kirk. The "LET THEM FIGHT" chant is a repetitive drone, and it inspires the Legendary 12 fans to join in with the chant as they watch the video.
Taj (in the video): Arley Kirk retains, but this war is not over!
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
The fans in attendance cheer as they watch the suicide dive, groan as they see the suplexes on the concrete and finally BOOO as they bear witness to Stasi cleaning Arley up with a steel chair, the referee angrily calling for the bell. The screen goes black for a second, and the crowd cheers one more time as they see the flashbacks of Arley and Stasi engaging in a wild pull apart brawl. All the while, both the crowd in the video package and the crowd in the arena chant as they watch Arley break free of the security detail and dive on Stasi again, the brawl continuing with gusto.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
America (in the video): I agree with these fans…LET THEM FIGHT!
The video package stops abruptly, and the arena lights come back on. There is a HUGE pop when the crowd notices that the 1WM World champion, Arley Kirk, is already suited up and ready to go tonight. Arley has the gold strapped around her waist, and she is looking incredibly zen as she stands right in the middle of the top rope. The precarious balance situation bothers her none, and Arley wears a wide grin as she holds her arms out wide and stares up at the various screens which align the arena. In one hand, an official 1WM microphone lightly squeals away.
Taj: WOW! We weren't exactly expecting Arley to wanna play woman of mystery tonight, but there you go!
America: I'm sceptical, Taj. Knowing her family, AK might just be on drugs and in no real condition to perform!
There's a POP as Arley turns, leaps and executes an impromptu twisting moonsault. The camera makes a *fzzz!* sound as she lands on her feet.
Taj: Somehow, I doubt that!
Arley Kirk (raising the mic): YUH, DISNEYLAND!
America: Not this crap again! Will she hurry the hell up and get to the point already?
Crowd: YUH GRRRL!!
America is only just audible as the TV audience nearly drowns her out.
Arley Kirk: Well damn, man. Y'all saw it go down way back there in Billings, Montana.
The crowd BOOO briefly. Arley paces back and forth as she lets it boil over, and she continues.
Arley Kirk: Dang Ruski pulled a fakkin' chair on me!
There's another quick BOOO, but it fades as Arley sighs and looks down at her title. She deftly pats the plate, and she makes sure to look the tv cam in the lens as she smirks softly.
Arley Kirk: Dang Ruski coulda had it ALL, man. She could BE ya 1WM World champion right now, ya know. All she had to do was show us all how dang skilled she is and put me away. But ya know, the inexperience around a title picture really shone through at L9, folks.
Arley looks wistfully at ring cam 2, and it's difficult to judge whether it's genuine or sarcastic. Arley waltzes over to the corner and faces the crowd, resting her chin on one and and raising the mic once more.
Arley Kirk: That whole match kinda all kinda went to ass when Stasi conged me with the chair, but all is not lost, my kids!
America: The hell is she talking about?
Arley Kirk: I made a promise back in September. It's not a hard promise to keep. At all. You see.
Taj: I also wonder what she's referring to.
Arley Kirk: I promised y'all. I promised Stasi. I promised the wrestling world. I promised myself. One freakin way or another, I'ma pull a decisive finish outta this gotdang contest!
A pop rises up, and Arley walks back into the center of the ring with a determined look on her face. She commands authority by talking over the hubbub in the crowd.
Arley Kirk: I'ma be the one to put a stop to all of the rot once and for all. You critics WILL have stars to hand out at the end of this. You fans WILL go home complete, and happy and excited for the future of this product - network error or no network error!
The pop keeps on rising, and AK keeps on talking over the top of it, using her hands to emphasize. Arley looks right at ring cam #1 and she drums on the plate of the world title as she slowly approaches it. Arley's eyes gleam under the ring lights, and so does the title.
Arley Kirk: And Stasi? Hooo brother, are you ever going to be sorry that you asked. I've said it many times. I don't give a rat's what it takes. There will be a decisive contest tonight, there WILL be a rightful winner of this match, and there's only one daughter of a bitch who is up to the task!
Arley steps out between the ropes and jumps down to the floor. Arley raises a fist in the air as she makes her way up the ramp.
Arley Kirk: Her name sure as fakk ain't Stasi Herveaux, and I'ma tell ya that for free!
As "Global Domination" hits the system, Arley closes her eyes and drops the mic she was carrying. There's a squeal before the sound techs smartly shut it off. The fans let Arley have her adulation as she unclips the 1WM title and raises it high before disappearing back through the curtain.
Taj: Well we've been assured of a definite winner in tonight's main event, Murica! That's something to get excited about!
America: Don't ever call me that again. Yes. Strong words from our world champion. Let's see if she can say them through broken teeth after tonight.
Singles Match
Damon Xalvador versus Leo Cook
Damon Xalvador versus Leo Cook
Damon and Leo meet in the center of the ring in typical fashion, pushing each other around until Leo is able to get the upper hand by backing Damon into the corner before driving two very stiff knees into Damon’s midsection. Leo then pulls Damon out of the corner and hooks him up, lifting him up and over for a slingshot suplex, using the ropes for a bit of added leverage. Leo quickly goes for a cover, but Damon powers out just before two. Visibly frustrated, Leo is quick to lock in an ankle lock. He keeps it locked in, all the meanwhile Damon tries to get to the bottom rope. He’s mere inches away when Ivy pulls the rope out of his grasp. He angrily swipes at Ivy, causing her to stumble backward and let the rope go before he’s able to wrap his fingers around the bottom rope, forcing Leo to release the hold.
Taj: Ivy getting involved in this match early.
America: I mean if you’re going to be out here you might as well be doing something other than looking pretty.
Leo tries to pull Damon back towards the center of the ring by the ankle, but Damond pushes him away with both feet before getting back up to a vertical base. Leo charges towards him, only to be met in the center of the ring with a big boot which floors Leo. Ivy doesn’t look too happy and gets up on the apron, arguing with the referee and Damon. Leo gets a twisted look upon his face, pulling himself slowly up to his feet. But what they don't see, but the crowd does, evident by their reaction, is a hooded figure comes running down, grabbing Ivy by the ankle and yanking her off the apron, Ivy’s head bouncing off the apron.
America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Leo looks on in shock as the hooded figure just stands there, glaring at him as Damon turns around and hits him with a super kick that sends Leo off into the ropes. Damon keeps hitting Leo with a few blows before hitting him with F*ck Your Life (swing over faceplant). As Damon goes for the pin and as Ivy tries to go and disrupt, the hooded figure stops her again with a Mongolian chop.
America: What the hell is going on?! Where is security?!
Taj: Damon could have this match won!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… DAMON XALVADOR!
As Damon celebrates his victory, the hooded figure removes the mask and pulls down the hood to reveal themselves as Rei Park who glares down at Ivy who’s sitting there shocked.
We see the three Master sisters outside, sitting on a bench. Carnival is wearing a Spider-Man face mask, Moonlight is holding plushies from basically every Disney princess and Aurora is drinking a beer.
Carnival Master: So, the camera is pointing at us, we should talk about wrestling.
Aurora Master: How did you find us?
Cameraman: Can you please ignore me? We’re trying to make a show here.
Aurora Master: Fine, I’ll talk, because there’s stuff I do want to say. First of all, to everyone, don’t get too excited. Yeah, we lost last Glory but… it won’t happen again. And it doesn’t even matter. We won when it counted, the title match at Massive is very much still ours, which means that tonight’s match with Mancini Syndicate doesn’t matter either.
Aurora stops and looks at Carnival, who took Megara and Ariel plushies from Moonlight and is now making Megara six-one-nine Ariel.
Aurora Master: What the fuck are you doing?
Carnival Master: Booyaka booyaka?
Moonlight Master: Could you please not ruin my plushies? They are oficial from Disney, they cost 20 bucks each!
Aurora Master: Are you guys five or something?
Aurora sighed and looked at the camera again.
Aurora Master: But don’t worry, this doesn’t mean we are underestimating you, Viola. We still only fight to win, and to win we will tonight. But I do hope your team doesn’t underestimate us either, because you’re facing The Masters Sisters on a three-on-three. This is our match, we’ve been doing it for decades. So I hope your little friends, bodyguards, “enforcers”... whatever you call them are strong, and work well with you, because we’re not going to let you win.
Aurora gives a big sip of her beer before throwing it to the cameraman.
Aurora Master: Now get the fuck out of here.
~~
The scene fades into the backstage area where we see the number one contender for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship Stasi Herveaux is leaning against a wall, scrolling through her phone with a smug looking smirk on her face. That smirk turns into a full smile as her thumbs fly across the screen.
Stasi Herveaux: Oh he’s going to get it when I get done here. And I’ll be carrying 10 pounds of gold.
Stasi lowers her phone just as Rei Park passes by, looking behind her cautiously as she heads for the women’s locker room. Stasi smirks, wanting to start some shit, before grabbing the oversized black hoodie Rei was wearing and spun the young Japorean wrestler around. Rei instantly throws her arms up, shielding her face from whatever attack she thinks is incoming.
Rei Park: 私は彼女をエプロンから引き離すつもりだったと誓います. しかし、彼女は再び介入しようとしました.
Stasi looks a bit wide eyed, releasing her hold on Rei’s hoodie and taking a step back. Rei keeps shielding herself for a few moments more before she slowly lowers her arms, noticing that it’s Stasi standing in front of her.
Stasi Herveaux: Look uh… I don’t know why you’re so skittish right now, but I just wanted to say that I was impressed by what you did out there. I threw my support behind Team Madness before, but now that they’re gone I’m putting it behind you and uh… that little blonde one you tagged with in the tournament.
Rei Park: J-Jenni-san.
Stasi Herveaux: Ah yes… that one that was part of the whole stringing up of my opponent tonight. That was… amazing to watch. People really got to see what our chumpion really was… jack-fucking-shit and a liar who really only cares about her own vanity. God people with Kirk DNA really are stupid idiots.
Rei stands there, a bit unsure of the situation that was at hand.
Stasi Herveaux: It’s been eleven months of boring title matches, save for my first one, and it’s time that there’s a new champion around here… one that is focused on the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship and nothing else. Arley’s plate is too full to give the championship the attention that it deserves. She has made it nothing but a laughing stock, just like her brother is doing to the tag team championships and her cousin is ruining Glory. Not like anybody really likes it anyway.
Rei just stands there and frowns, lowering her head as her arms swing gently at her sides.
Stasi Herveaux: People like you, Jenni Drew and maybe those Master chicks… you’re too good for that show and you should really be on Legendary. People who make a mockery of this company and the titles that they hold… they’re the ones that should be with the other laughing stocks of this company. Ivy and Leo should also join those happy bunch of idiots given the fact that they’re calling themselves The Family when there’s already a group here by that name. People really are stupid… and yet they say the same thing about me.
Stasi rolls her eyes and slowly starts to turn around as Rei tries to get a word in edgewise… but recoils when Stasi comes face to face with her again.
Stasi Herveaux: You know what, I’ve said too much and I’m probably keeping you from making your get away.
Rei Park: I was doing that yes.
Stasi Herveaux: Get going then. And if anybody gives you or Jenni problems… come see me and I’ll help you take care of them.
Rei nods as she throws the hood of the hoodie up and darts down the hallway. Stasi watches until Rei disappears before turning to face the camera straight on.
Stasi Herveaux: A very unhappy birthday to you Arliana. My gift to you is to relieve you of the burden of being the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion. That way, you’re able to divulge more time to your many other ventures and the people chomping at your heels.
Stasi leans forward and kisses the camera lens, leaving behind a bright red crimson kiss print as her evil witch like laugh echoes throughout the scene as it fades.
~~
Singles Match
Kasey Kash versus Mason Roenick
Kasey Kash versus Mason Roenick
Kasey looks over at Mason who doesn’t look too happy considering the outcome of the match between Kasey and Mason’s associate Abaddon at Glory 7. But it doesn’t take long for the two to start clashing in the center of the ring, trading blows back and forth until Mason is able to land a throat thrust that sends Kasey stumbling back. He follows it up with a quick elbow strike that lands square on Kasey’s forehead. Kasey somewhat slumps in the corner, allowing Mason to charge forward and hit him with a corner avalanche splash. Mason pulls Kasey out towards the center and looks as though he was going to hit Kasey with a neckbreaker, but Kasey turns it around and hits Mason with a spinning backfirst that sends Mason off into the ropes. Mason comes running back and rakes the eyes of Kasey before drilling him with a DDT. Going for the cover, Mason gets a two count before the referee notices that Kasey’s leg was under the bottom rope.
Mason doesn’t look too pleased and yanks Kasey up to his feet, only to be hit with a spinning backfirst again before Kasey hits him with a ripcord kappo kick. Kasey is still staggering a bit as she charges towards the bigger Mason, hitting him with a superkick that drops Mason to one knee. This allows Kasey to quickly climb to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Mason to get back up to his feet before he launches off for a spaceman plancha that sends both men crashing to the mat. Kasey pulls Mason up and uses all his might to hit him with a ripcord bicycle knee. The crowd goes wild as Kasey tries to get them riled up more, allowing Mason to get up to a knee. It was then that Kasey seized the chance and charged forward for Aussie Knee Party (shining wizard) before getting the pinfall.
Torres: Here is your winner… KASEY KASH!
We go backstage where Mari Moon is walking with a microphone in hand, looking for somebody. She notices Griffin sitting on a nearby cart, strumming his guitar.
Mari Moon: Griffin Hawkins! A word if you please?
He looks over at her.
Griffin Hawkins: Why sure, I can spare a few minutes.
He sets his guitar aside and stands up.
Mari Moon: Okay...we saw on Social Media recently..you kind of had a bit of a back and forth with Joshua Samson, he mentioned that you were Arley's groupie and you only rubbed elbows with others to get your title opportunities, what are your thoughts on that?
Griffin Hawkins: My thoughts? First off, he doesn't know the first thing about me..and he sure as shit doesn't know the first thing about being a Champion, when was the last time you ever saw him with a belt around his waist? And of course he says it behind the safety of a computer screen..because he knows if he said it to my face I'd knock his ass out. But that don't matter. If he actually paid any attention to me, he'd know that I've been all over the world and won countless titles, making a name for myself..but he would rather live in his own little bubble and latch on to whoever is the next big thing and use them up till he moves onto the next one. I also find it strange that he calls me a groupie when he's the one surrounding himself with big guys and tough women..hoping their badass-ness rubs off on his weak ass self. But if any of his clients that he's leeching off of got a problem with what I'm saying..hey, they can take it up with me in the ring, I'm not a hard guy to find.
Mari Moon: You speak of championship gold in other promotions… do you have your sights set on any here?
Griffin Hawkins: Well Mari...anyone who knows me knows that I really like taking things. Things of value. That could be a guitar...or a Motorcycle..things I consider prized possessions. Usually, I get what I want...and what I want is the Pride Of 1WM Title. It doesn't matter to me if the Champion is Graham Baker...and it doesn't matter if it's Jacob Striker. Both are superb athletes in their own right.
But as soon as I earn my chance..one of them may go South of Heaven.
Mari Moon: Well good luck to you and your quest for the title… but why are you here tonight?
He then smiles.
Griffin Hawkins: Stay tuned...
He grabs his guitar and walks off.
~~
Justice smirks at David and Alex, who are still talking strategy, before charging towards the pair. Alex pushes David out of the way and stops Justice just short with a big boot! Justice stumbles back but doesn’t show any of slowing down as she starts brawling with Alex. The two trade some blows back and forth until Justice boots Alex in the stomach and locks him in place for an implant DDT. Alex blocks her attempt and instead spins things around and wraps his arms around her waist, sending her to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Alex quickly locks in a camel clutch as Justice reaches out for the ropes. After a few moments, Alex releases his hold and then waits for her to get to one knee before delivering a shoot kick that lands squarely across her chest. He goes for a cover but Enforcer comes in and breaks up the pin by booting Alex in the back before David comes in and chases him off.
Taj: These two teams have been at each other's throats not only here in 1WM but in Pro Wrestling Nova as well!
America: Both were the reasons each other was eliminated from the 2020 Legendary Tag Team Cup last month at Legendary 11.
Taj: Odd that Joshua Samson isn’t out here with his clients, the Crosses.
America: Joshua knows that Justice and Anthony have this one in the bag. No need for his physical presence out here tonight.
Both Justice and Alex struggle to get up to their feet, but when they do, they tag in their respective tag team partners who come running in and instantly start brawling in the center of the ring. Enforcer stops David’s onslaught, hitting him with a sidewalk slam. Enforcer doesn’t slow down, pulling David up and hitting him with a high knee that sends him off into the corner. After a few stiff forearms, Enforcer yanks him out of the corner and looks as though he wants to hit DeathPenbalty. But Alex comes running in and hits him with a slingblade before taking Justice out and they start brawling on the outside. David shakily gets to his feet before charging forward and hitting Enforcer with Harvester of Sorrow (bicycle high knee to the face of a kneeling opponent) before getting the pin.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… David Belmont and Alex Slayer… THE SHINIGAMI FOUNDATION!
Taj: David and Alex have pulled out the victory here tonight at Legendary Twelve!
America: Fast count! Fast count!
Back from commercial and “Pretty” Ricky Stanton is standing in the center of the ring with a mic.
Taj: It looks like Ricky has come out here with something pressing to say, America.
America: With everything going on concerning lately I expect him to have A LOT to say, Taj.
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: For the past couple of days now, all I’ve heard is what’s going on with The SE Network and One Wrestle Movement. It’s like you people don’t really get it. WHEN I SAY...that I sign the checks I SIGN THE CHECKS. You can get anyone involved AND PARTNER WITH ANYONE AND EVERYONE I still own 75% of the shares in this company and that was on contract on ink BEFORE i ever stepped foot in a 1WM ring and that’s the truth!
He paces around the ring as everyone boos.
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: The problem with you people is that you don’t understand what’s getting the bills paid around here and that IS STANTON ENTERPRISES! YOU THINK ANYONE WOULD KNOW ABOUT A ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT IF I HADN’T SIGNED THE DEAL TO UNLOCK VARIOUS ADVERTISING OPPORTUNITIES FOR THIS COMPANY??? Half of you backstage are signed only because of what we have done in the background, so while Southern is talking the praises of this place and NOT GIVING SE IT’S DUE I’m going to do so right now.
Crowd: BOOO!
Just then something is going on ringside that no one can see on camera and out of nowhere Solomon Monster charges at Ricky but is intercepted by BO CONSTRICTOR WITH A HARD SPEAR! Ricky smirks at Solomon as he rolls on the mat in front of him. Bo shakes Ricky’s hand and the two men look down at Solomon Monster.
Taj: Solomon Monster has just been laid out by retired MMA fighter, Bo Constrictor!
America: That’s a dumbass name by the way.
Taj: Solomon Monster?
America: No, Bo Constrictor...
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: You know, you’re funny. You thought it would be THAT easy. You actually thought that you could just come out here and catch me slippin but the Pretty Boy stays aware like the man behind the register. You see, this is how Velociraptor used to catch their prey.
Leans down and smacks Solomon in the face with the mic.
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: Listening? Ok. So I was bait. I admit. We’ve been back and forth on Social Media and I thought, I wonder how hungry he really is. So I called Bo, he liked the idea, and here we are. But what about your.......friend? Show him Bo.
Bo grabs him up and turns his head to the big screen where Beca Elise is being forcibly held by some of SE goons. Stanton leans down to Solomon’s face.
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: This is the train of inevitability Solomon...This is what it looks like to be ran over….
Bo slams Solmon's head to the mat when just then Griffin Hawkins’ music hits and he’s sprinting down ringside!
Taj: Is Griffin Hawkins coming to the rescue of Solomon?
America: Highly doubt it! Solomon and him have been having the war of words on social media. Naw, this is about Griffin looking to get revenge on Ricky from actions that happened at Glory Seven.
Griffin and Ricky square up as Solomon is kept at bay by Bo, who is now putting him in Total Constriction (Shaking Full Nelson). Griffin gets the upper hand as he hurls Stanton against the ropes! Security eventually floods the ring and breaks everyone up!
Taj: I...what did we just see!
America: I think...Stanton is reaffirming this is his world! Chaos and money!
Viola and Aurora clash in the center of the ring. Viola instantly starts off the action by cutting Aurora off at the pass with a lungblower. She goes for a cover but doesn’t even get a chance to get a two count before she’s thrown off by Moonlight. As Moonlight is ushered out by the referee, Viola mounts Aurora and rains down a series of strikes as the latter does her best to shield herself. Eventually, Aurora kicks Viola in the lady bits, causing her to step her attack and allowing Aurora to get up before hitting a dropkick. She follows it up with a running leg drop before going for a pin attempt of her own, getting a two count before Viola kicks out. Aurora then pulls Viola over to her corner and tags in Moonlight before the two sisters whip Viola off across the ring. Viola ducks under the double clothesline attempt and runs to tag in one of her partners, managing to tag in Camila as Aurora exits the ring.
Taj: The pairing of Aurora and Moonlight Master are the first ever Legendary Tag Team Cup winners and as such have given the Master Sisters a HUGE boost in 1WM. It’s only a matter of time before they’ll be vying for the Tag Team Championship.
America: Yeah probably but first they need to keep their focus on this six person tag match or Viola, Camila, and Isabella pull out a big win of their own!
Camila and Moonlight glare at each other before Camila charges, looking to hit a running chop block, only for Moonlight floor her with a big boot. Moonlight then goes to scoot out around her and scoops her up into a bear hug. Camila screams out while she reaches out for her tag partners, all the while Moonlight squeezes her midsection and does little hops that sends her shoulder into Camila’s midsection. Eventually Camila starts driving her elbow into the back of Moonlight’s head until she releases the hold. Moonlight staggers around a little bit before Camila grounds her by grabbing two fists full of her blonde hair and dragging her backwards across her knee for a hairpulling backbreaker. She goes for a cover, but Moonlight powers out at two. Camila stands and goes to pull Moonlight up to her feet, only to be lifted and thrown back down with a bodyslam. Moonlight then tags in her sister Dawn.
America: I know they’re sisters and all but in my expert opinion, Moonlight is the breakout star. It’s got to be only a matter of time before she realizes this and takes that next step. I could honestly see her contesting for the World title before the end of next year.
Taj: That’s some very high praise, America. I know you’re not normally one to dole out praise.
Dawn climbs to the top turnbuckle and sits there perched, waiting for Camila to get back up before launching herself off for a missile dropkick. However, Camila is able to side step this before heading over to her corner and tagging in Isabella, causing Dawn to crash and burn near the center of the ring. Isabella quickly scrambles over to Dawn, hitting a jumping knee drop on Dawn before going for a cover but only getting a two count. Isabella pulls Dawn up to her feet, and whips her off into the ropes, hitting a tilt-a-whirl armbar as Dawn comes running back. Dawn reaches for the bottom rope, assisted by her sister Aurora and forcing Isabella to release the hold. Frustrated, Isabella pulls Dawn back to the center of the ring before pulling her up to her feet whipping her off towards the ropes, but Dawn reverses this halfway and whips Isabella off, hitting her with a wheel kick when she comes rebounding back. Dawn then calculates Isabella’s moves before hitting her with Masterplan (jumping cutter) and getting the pinfall.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Aurora Master, Moonlight Master and Dawn Master… THE MASTER SISTERS!
Taj: And just like that, the ball keeps rolling for the Master Sisters!
America: Mark my words about Moonlight.
Taj: Well this tag team match has been hotly contested lately on social media especially between Stanton Enterprises, Ricky Stanton, and Fourthcomings executive representative, Joshua Samson, Esquire.
America: Well if matches were won over social media, Joshua definitely bested Ricky in a clear landslide.
Ricky stands across the ring from a confident looking Bianca. They lock up in the center of the ring and the larger Ricky is able to overpower Bianca, shoving her backward into the ropes before hitting her with a flying clothesline that nearly takes her head off. Bianca gets back up and manages to fire off a spinning heel kick, but it catches Ricky only on the edge of his arm, allowing him to deliver a thumb to the eye before hitting Bianca with an armbar takedown. Bianca flails around as she struggles to reach for the ropes with her free hand until her executive representative Joshua Samson, Esquire grabbed her leg and pulled it just enough to place her ankle on the bottom rope. The referee orders Ricky to release the hold and after a few moments he reluctantly does so.
America: Good work there by Joshua. Way to keep your client in this match.
Taj: He’s lucky the referee didn’t see.
America: Joshua has been in this game a long,long time, Taj. Contrary to what Griffin Hawkins thinks, Joshua probably has forgotten more wrestling knowledge than Griffin even knows.
Ricky then starts arguing with Samson, allowing Bianca to roll away and tag in Brien as she clutches at the arm he held in the arm bar. Brien comes running in hitting Ricky with a one handed bulldog and going for a pin. Brien barely gets a two count, raining down punches and elbow shots to Ricky who fights to get away. It takes a thumb to the eye for Ricky to get away, allowing him to tag in Q.
America: And here comes the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion!
Taj: You and I both know that is not a real championship!
Brien turns around just as Q comes running into the match, ducking out of the way from her clothesline attempt, hitting her with a boot to the stomach before firing off a snap dragon suplex. He tries to lock in an elevated Boston crab, but Q lies in wait before rolling him up and getting a two count before he kicks out!
Q is first up to her feet, hitting Brien with a shoot kick on the side of the head before pulling him up and hitting an exploder suplex. She pulls him up once more, lifting him onto her shoulders before hitting Brien with Q’s Landing (cartwheel death valley driver)! She quickly takes out Bianca for a forearm before getting the pinfall on Brien.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Q and Ricky Stanton… STANTON ENTERPRISES!
Taj: Ya Girl Q and Ricky have proven tonight that Stanton Enterprises has a firm control over 1WM.
Torres: The following is a We Are Splat sanctioned match for the opportunity to contest for the We Are Splat Multiuniversal Championship!
The crowd explodes in cheers but that is immediately canceled out as Five Finger Death Punch’s “Death Punch Therapy” rips through the PA system, catching Torres off guard. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Morgan Payne steps out onto the stage, displaying the Multiuniversal Title over her shoulder. She’s dressed in black jeans with rips in the knees, a faded Na Fianna t-shirt, Timbaland boots, her leather jacket complete with her black and yellow NFL scarf just draped over her neck. Worn on her head is a “#BTK” Kingdom skullcap. She stares down the ramp at the ring, before looking across the audience with a coldness written on her face. Without her usual trash talking and gloating, she adjusts the title on her shoulder and makes her way down the ramp, circling around the ring right towards the commentary table.
America: Well hot damn! Look who is here.
Taj: For those of you not knowing this is the current, reigning and defending We Are Splat Multiuniversal Champion, Morgan Payne! This is indeed a surprise!
Morgan takes a seat at the commentators' seat, setting the title up in front of her on display. She helps herself to a headset and kicks back in her seat.
Taj: Welcome to 1WM, Morgan.
Morgan: Sup?
“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 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 is crazy look again as he grabs the top rope looking at the crowd as the lights return to normal.
Torres: Coming to the ring from Brooklyn, New York….weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet six inches….he is one half of the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions, Agents of Chaos,....he is the Pain Maker….CAIN DOMINGUEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Morgan: Cain fucking Dominguez. Know what? Ahnno I had my pick for winner o’dis match but lookin’ at da dude in person? S’a big motherfucker. Lash might have his hands full. ‘Specially if Cain knows him like a tag partner should.
Taj: Lash definitely will be in for a fight in this one, Morgan.
America: I want to know will they be able to recover from a match like this. It’s been proven throughout wrestling history that most tag teas don’t recover.
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.
Torres: Coming to the ring next from Calabasas, California….weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds….standing at six feet even....he is one half of the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions, Agents of Chaos,...he is LASH DONOHUUUUUUUEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
Morgan: Me an’ Lash don’t always get along. I think he might still be sore over dat time I pushed his buttons but I had a bet to win. I seen him whup bigger dudes than Cain here so he’s still my pick. Get ‘em, Lashy boy!
America: Sounds like you’d much rather face Lash than Cain. Almost sounds like fear, Morgan.
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the beginning of the upcoming match. Both wrestlers nod their heads as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Cain Dominguez and Lash Donohue begin to circle around the ring, the two wrestlers waiting for an opening to appear. The Pain Maker immediately charges forward and hits Lash in the mouth with an elbow shot! He follows it up with a second as Lash tries to regain his footing. Cain grabs hold of Lash and backs him up against the ropes. He pauses for a moment before shooting Lash across the ring. When Lash comes back on the rebound, Cain lifts him into the air for a back body drop! Lash stumbles over to the ropes and uses them to drag himself back up to his feet. Cain quickly closes the gap and hits Lash with a few chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!!!
Cain then grabs Lash and launches him over his head with a belly to belly suplex! Lash again crawls over to the nearest corner as Cain watches him with a smirk on his face.
Taj: Well...I don't think this was the start that Lash was expecting...
America: Maybe not, but it WAS the start that Cain needed!
Morgan: Yinz’re talkin’ ‘bout a dude who stapled his nipples ‘cause he gets off on dat shit. Cain’s gonna need more than horsepower an’ a big tank o’gas if he wants to get past his boy. Let alone if he expects ta step ta me!
Once Lash is back up on his feet, Cain charges across the ring and tries to hit Lash with a European uppercut in the corner! Lash ducks out of the way at the last second, Cain hits the corner instead. He stumbles and tries to regain his balance, but can't before Lash grabs him and slams Cain to the mat with a belly to back suplex! Lash quickly hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...Cain kicks out!
Cain pulls himself back up to his feet as Lash quickly connects with a few right hands. The impact of the blows knocks Cain back against the ropes. Lash tries to shoot him across the ring, but Cain is able to reverse the attempt. He steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Lash on the rebound, only to have Lash catch him by surprise with a flying forearm smash! Lash pulls himself back up to his feet. Once Cain is standing, Lash leaps into the air and hits him with a perfectly timed dropkick!
Taj: Lash is absolutely rolling right now!
America: This is why you can't ever count him out!
Morgan: Dat’s how ya topple a big motherfucker like Cain but he can turn dat ‘round on ya real quick. Don’t be a jagoff!
Lash shoves Cain back against the turnbuckle and delivers a few kicks to his ribs. Cain drops down and tries to recover. Perhaps sensing the fact that he's just created an opening for himself, Lash charges forward to hit Cain with a shining wizard! Cain ducks out of the way and Lash's knee hit the turnbuckle instead! He drops to the mat and tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Cain grabs him from behind and snaps off a bridging snap suplex! Cain hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH….KICK OUT!
Cain drags Lash up to his feet and hits him with a series of quick elbow shots! He then spins Lash around and hoists him into the air for a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
THR...KICKOUT!!
Taj: Lash keeps on fighting!
America: But Cain is beginning to take control of this match!
Morgan: Told ‘im not ta get cocky. Why listen ta me, though? I’m just da one been holdin’ dis title they’re after.
Cain grabs Lash and calls for the fans to get louder. They oblige as Cain drags Lash up to his feet and hits him in the mouth with a spinning backfist! Lash drops down to a knee. Cain tries to wrestle Lash into position for a Northern Lights suplex! Lash spins out of Cain's grasp and leaps into the air, hitting Cain in the mouth with a knee strike! The impact sends Cain stumbling around. Lash kicks him in the ribs and plants Cain on the mat with a fame-asser! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Lash nods his head and realizes that he'll need to keep at it if he wants to win. He stands near the ropes and waits for Cain to drag himself back up to his feet. Once he's up, Lash springboards off of the ropes and tries to hit Cain in the mouth with a kick! Cain ducks the attempt. Lash's knee hits the mat as he tries to stagger back up to his feet. Cain charges at Lash and catches him with a knee strike! The impact sends Lash stumbling over to the nearest turnbuckle. He slumps against it. Cain picks up speed as he runs forward and tries to hit Lash in the mouth with a bicycle kick in the corner---though Lash steps forward and trips Cain up instead! Cain's momentum carries him face-first into the turnbuckle padding!
Taj: I know the turnbuckles are padded, but...
America: That still doesn't feel good!
Morgan: Eatin’ a turnbuckle’s like gettin’ punched with a boxin’ glove. Yeah, they got a glove but ‘course it’s gonna fuckin’ hurt. Ya gettin’ hit in da goddamn face!
Cain slumps against the turnbuckle for a moment as Lash takes a moment to catch his breath! He then runs forward and hits Cain with a leaping forearm smash! The impact sends Cain's head crashing into the turnbuckle padding. Cain tries to pull himself back up to his feet despite that he walks right into a Bury-Go-Round (Berkocet) for his efforts!
Morgan: Oh. Oh! OH!!!! SHIT, DAT’S IT, BOY!!!
Taj: That quite possibly can be it indeed!
Lash hooks the leg and goes for the cover..
One....
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match and challenging for the We Are Splat Multiuniversal Championship in January...Lash Donohue!!!
Taj: This was a good back and forth match!
America: And yet, in the end...Lash was victorious!
Morgan: Well well. Dis really is a place o’magic, innit? Thanks for havin’ me. I’ll see yinz in da new year!
Morgan pulls off her headset and grabs the Multiuniversal Title. She gets out of her chair and climbs right up onto the apron to get Lash’s attention. Once she has it, she holds up the belt, giving it a couple slaps before raising it overhead with a smirk on her face. She hops back down and returns the title over her shoulder, circling around the ring and heading up the ramp where she’s almost bumped into by Cassie Morse as the Cornfed Badass, and Lash’s fellow Squires Academy Knight comes running down to the ring, beaming with pride!
Taj: Cassie is on the way to congratulate her friend and fellow Squire.
America: (sarcastically) How touching...
Cassie gets into the ring and throws herself right into Lash, just wrapping his neck up in a big hug. She even, hilariously and adorably enough, seems to be helping him stay on his feet to overcome his exhaustion from the match. She holds him by the head, smiling and giving him words of encouragement before lightly bonking him in the side of the head and hugging him again. Finally, she turns and lifts Lash’s arm up herself, pointing to him and calling for the crowd to give it up for him!
Taj: It’s surprising that Lash’s half-sister, Arley, isn’t down here as well.
America: Give it time, Taj. Give it time.
Lash and Cassie stand in the ring, beaming happily. Lash still has his arm being held up in a show of victory as he decides it’s time to leave the ring. He starts to step towards the rop--BOOM!!!! WHAT?! LASH GETS PULLED INTO A SHORTARM CLOTHESLINE BY CASSIE!!!!!! Lash hits the mat, dazed and confused as to what just happened but before he can gather his senses, CASSIE’S ON HIM!!!! Ground mount and she just starts raining fists over and over across his forehead. The shocked crowd voices their protests, booing angrily. Others can’t help but just stand there, staring in shock as Lash’s, arguably, best friend proceeds to just beat the hell out of him!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Taj: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
America: HAHAA! This is the greatest thing that’s happened tonight!
Coming to his senses, Cain pulls Cassie off of Lash but she just gets up and violently shoves Lash’s tag team partner causing him to fall through the ropes to the floor. Cassie’s fuming now with unbridled hatred written all over her face as she gets out of the ring and grabs Herbert Torre’s microphone, simultaneously shoving his by the face to the floor. This gets a louder boo from the crowd as Cassie rolls back into the ring and proceeds to stomp away at Lash, keeping him from getting too far. Once Lash stops crawling towards the ropes, Cassie looks up at the crowd and raises the microphone.
Cassie Morse: Oh, y’all sit down and shut the HELL -- UP!!!!
Crowd member: WHY, CASSIE?! WHY?!
Cassie Morse: I SAID SHUT!! THE FUCK!! UP!!
Cassie yells as she storms over to the side of the ring where she hears the fan yelling from the front row and just glares down at him.
Cassie Morse: Y’all wanna know why? I’m gonna tell you why. I’ve been a graduate from Squires Academy for over a year. I’ve worked my career under their code. Followed their lessons. I’ve done nothing short of work like a damn poster girl of what a Knight from the Academy should be and what do I have to show for it?
She lowers the mic; looks around and shakes her head.
Cassie Morse: Not one damn thing! I guess it’s true what they say, huh? Nobody likes the nice gals, huh? The girl that smiles, shakes everyone's hand, comes to work, does her job, busts her ass while ya got trash in the back, arguing over Twitter over who’s makeup looks better? News flash, ladies. All y’all look like a buncha damn SLUTS!
She says this, leaning into the camera before stepping back and turning to Lash on the mat.
Cassie Morse: Then y’all got this here. Yeah, yer ‘sposed to be a Knight too, ain’cha? Ain’cha?
Cassie lays a few more stomps to Lash, refusing to even let him get up on his hands and knees.
Cassie Morse: Lash, I been sittin’ on my ass in the back for MONTHS watching you act a damn fool and make a mockery of everything we ever learned at the Academy. Squires like you are the reason the rest of us catch a rep as a joke in this business but somehow, these damn morons in the crowd are endeared to ya! Hell, even management in the back must think it’s a damn hoot, ‘cause they got you runnin’ all over the damn place like one of the poster boys of One Movement! Where am I at, though? After bustin’ my ass and eatin’ shit since day one that I stepped into this company, where am I at? Tell me that, huh? Tell me. TELL ME!!
As if it couldn’t get worse, Cassie grabs a handful of Lash’s hair and lifts his face off the mat, getting her face right down into his.
Cassie Morse: TELL ME WHERE I’M AT, LASH!!!!
Instead of letting him answer, she just rams the butt of the microphone handle into his forehead once...twice...three times, and lets his head fall, finally stepping back. She looks around at the half booing, half shocked audience again.
Cassie Morse: I’ll tell ya where I’m at from now on. Cassandra Morse...is on her own.
She lifts her arm, pointing her finger and slowly sweeps it across the audience and towards the stage.
Cassie Morse: To hell...with every...goddamn...one of you….
The microphone thuds and buzzes with feedback as she drops it to the mat and drop-rolls out of the ring before storming back up the ramp with that almost unbecoming look of hate in her eyes. No music. No fanfare. Cassie Morse never even looks back at her best friend whom she’s busted open with the microphone. She just storms right up the ramp and back behind the curtain.
America: Holy crap….
Taj: Cassie Morse has made a statement tonight but at what expense?
Coming Soon
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP!!
The opening chords of Motionless in White's "Necessary Evil" begins to play as Jacob Striker steps out onto the entrance way in his new wrestling gear and he stops.
Taj: Alright, what is the former "Natural" doing just standing there?
America: Maybe he's having second thoughts about facing Graham here tonight?
Suddenly the crowds at ringside suddenly go wild as the reason Striker is standing at the top of the entrance way is made known as the president of Pro Wrestling Nova himself, Chris Slayton, steps out onto the entrance way with a proud look on his face.
Taj: What the...?!
America: What the hell is Chris Slayton doing out here?!
The two men then make their way down to the ring, Slayton quietly talking to the younger man who seems to be intensely focused on the matter at hand as they head for the ring, once they reach it, Chris reaches up and removes Striker's hood before the younger wrestler slips into the ring.
Torres: Introducing first from Sleepy Hollow New York...weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is being escorted to the ring by the Pro Nova Wrestling President Chris Slayton…..he is the Real Rock n Rolla...JACOB STRIKEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The first rematch of two about to happen here tonight at Legendary Twelve “1WM Does Disney” and this one has all the markings to be a brutal affair!
America: It most definitely does, Taj. You have to think that Jacob learned from the first match and will be coming at this one at an entirely different angle.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from London, England….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet eleven inches….he is the current, reigning, and defending Pride of 1WM Champion...he is the Guillotine….GRAHAM BAKEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Forever" by Run The Jewels plays as Graham Baker, Pride of 1WM Championship belt around his waist, makes his way to the ring.
America: This man has to be one of the most “unconnected” wrestlers we have working in this company.
Taj: What do you mean by that, America?
America: I mean here’s a guy that barely says boo about anything related to 1WM and when he does it’s basically to downplay anything anyone has to say about him. It just bothers me.
Taj: Well that aside, Graham is our Pride Champion.
We cut backstage where Leo Cook, Thomas Cook and Ivy Foxx are seen standing.
Ivy Foxx: Babe, this is the moment in my opinion that we go out there and make a demand.
Thomas Cook: Demand? I dunno Leo if Ivy is right on the whole demand part. I mean maybe you should just ask.
Ivy Foxx: Thomas you are brand new to this business please be quiet.
Thomas Cook: I might be new to the business but I have paid attention to what goes on around here and I just think maybe trying to be a bit nicer might be a good approach.
Ivy Foxx: No, you obviously have not paid attention. This business will knock you down and keep you down if you are nice….
Ivy rolled her eyes at Thomas who shrugged his shoulders at Ivy. They both then look over at Leo Cook who shakes his head.
Leo Cook: Baby let’s go. And, Thomas you just uh stay the hell back here and watch my back from a far.
Thomas Cook: Uh… Sure cousin you got it.
Leo Cook: You can introduce me babe.
Ivy Foxx: With pleasure my love with pleasure.
Leo and Ivy then walk straight ahead leaving Thomas standing who decides to roll his eyes and pull out his phone. Meanwhile Leo and Ivy walk near the curtain that leads to the top of the ramp out at ringside.
Ivy Foxx: Hit his music.
Leo Cook: You heard the lady.
”Cold Blooded” by Zayde Wolfe picks up over the speakers and out steps both Leo Cook and his fiancée slash manager Ivy Cook. They stop at the top of the entrance ramp hearing the loud boo’s as the song dies down. Leo looks annoyed due to the amount of boos he is getting and Ivy has just gotten a mic placing it near her mouth. She waits for the boos to die down before speaking.
Ivy Foxx: Ladies and gentlemen I am the sexiest manager in One Wrestle Movement I am also the proud fiancée of the best wrestler in this company and his name is Leo Cook!
The boos continue which causes Leo to look even more annoyed.
Ivy Foxx: You all are ungrateful I just want to be crystal clear about that. You dare boo a former army ranger who is literally an American Hero! Every single one of you out in the crowd makes me sick. But, Leo and I did not come out here to address you morons. No, we came out here to address the Pride Championship.
Ivy smiled as she handed the mic over to her fiancé Leo Cook.
Leo Cook: Silence morons…. I said silence!
The boos were now very loud and Ivy yelled out for them to shut up!
Leo Cook: Don’t bother yelling at these sheep babe. They are not important. Any people that can boo a man who put his life in danger for this country can go to hell end of the story. Now enough about these idiots… I, Leo Cook, am out here to address the battle royal from the past Glory where I never got eliminated by anyone legally in the match. So with that being said you Jacob Striker are not the one that should be getting a title shot tonight against Graham Baker. But, that’s alright because I am officially challenging whoever walks out at the reigning Pride Champion tonight . I want and deserve my shot. It's that simple.
Leo hands the mic back to Ivy Foxx as she kisses him on his cheek before putting the mic to her mouth one final time.
Ivy Foxx: So Striker or Baker… Leo and I do not care who wins all we care about is the Pride Championship and my man Leo demands that he is the next in line for a title shot because he is the man that’s one of the best wrestlers and not to mention a legitimate American Hero who deserves respect and a shot at that Pride Championship.
Ivy drops the mic onto the steel of the ramp as Leo and her turn their backs to the ring and walk backstage hand and hand.
Taj: I have received official word that indeed Leo Cook will take on either Graham Baker or Jacob Striker at Massive for the Pride of 1WM Championship!
America: Damn….talk about ask and you shall receive!
Taj: Well let’s get back into this match to see who Leo will face at Massive.
The fans are on their feet, eagerly anticipating the upcoming match. Most of the fans are showing their support for Graham Baker, though there's definitely a sizable group of fans showing their support for Striker. Cheers and chants continue to sound throughout the arena as Graham Baker smiles. Striker glares at him with pure determination on his face. The referee looks at both men to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match. Striker and Baker both nod their heads. The referee then nods his head as well before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: Here we go!
Almost immediately, Jacob Striker charges across the ring and hits Baker in the mouth with a hard right hand. He follows it up with a second and then a third, Baker barely managing to keep himself upright. Despite this, Striker stays aggressive. He shoves Baker back against the ropes and ties his arms up in the ropes. Striker fires off a HUGE chop to Baker's chest that echoes throughout the arena.
Crowd: WOOO!
Striker then follows it up with a second, quite a few fans reacting!
Crowd: WOOO!
Jacob Striker shakes his head slowly. He grabs hold of Baker and drags him away from the ropes. He shoots the champ across the ring and meets him in the middle, launching Baker into the air and delivering a huge back body drop! Baker's back hits the mat hard! The champ rolls over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Striker tries to take advantage of Baker's positioning by charging at him, only to have Baker get a foot in the air at the last possible second! The impact sends Striker staggering back. Striker quickly recovers and decides to give it a second try---only to have Baker once again kick him in the jaw. This time, Baker turns around and springboards off of the ropes, catching Striker by surprise with a vicious knee shot to the mouth!
Taj: Jacob Striker made it clear that he wanted to turn this into a brawl, and with a knee shot like that one, Graham Baker apparently wants Striker to know that he's willing to fight back!
America: Baker's gonna need a lot more than that if he hopes to win this mat, Taj! I hope you realize that...
Striker slowly staggers back up to his feet as Baker rushes over to him. He hits Striker in the mouth with a forearm smash to knock him groggy for a moment. He then grabs hold of his head and tries to lock in a front facelock! Though he starts to apply pressure, Baker doesn't get close to the point of wearing Striker down. Striker uses his strength to drive Baker back into the nearest turnbuckle, throwing his shoulder hard into Baker's ribs. Striker steps back before throwing his shoulder hard into Baker's ribs a second time, Baker nearly folding in half from the impact. Striker smirks as he steps back even further and tries to do it a third time. Baker lifts himself over Striker to dodge the attempt, Striker hitting the turnbuckle instead! Baker uses this opening to his advantage and sends Striker crashing to the mat with a sunset flip.
One...
Two...
TH...Striker powers out!
Taj: That's exactly the strategy we need to see from Graham Baker in this one! He needs to avoid Striker's attempts at hurting them and use them to his advantage!
America: I'm not going to pretend that it won't work because we all know that it can! But let's not act like Striker's a mindless brute, either!
Striker tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Baker step toward him and hit Striker with a kick to the head! Striker tries to drag himself back up to his feet despite the impact of the blow, prompting Baker to fire off a second! When that one fails to slow Striker down enough, Baker shakes his head and tries to set Striker up for a third kick! Striker manages to duck underneath this one! Striker pops back up to his feet. Baker charges and hits him in the mouth with a forearm smash! He then bounces off of the ropes to pick up speed and strike once again---only to have Striker grab him on the rebound and lift Baker into the air for a Samoan drop! Striker hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
TH...Baker kicks out!
Striker glares down at Baker for a moment and then shakes his head. He stands up and then immediately drops right back down onto Baker with an elbow drop. Baker wisely tries to roll out of the way and keep Striker from striking again. Striker shakes his head and closes the gap between the two men, pounding away on the back of Baker's head with a series of hard elbow shots. Striker then grabs hold of Baker and walks toward the middle of the ring with him. He gets Baker into a double underhook position and powers him into the air, letting him hang there for a moment before delivering a butterfly suplex! Striker turns around and hooks the leg once again.
One...
Two...
THR...Baker kicks out again!
Taj: This is exactly what Jacob Striker wants this match to become! Striker wants to hit Baker with everything he's got and throw him around the ring because even if Baker kicks out...Baker's going to waste a lot of energy in the process!
The Pride Champion slowly tries to pull himself back up to his feet. The challenger quickly closes the gap, hitting Baker in the mouth with a forearm smash. He follows it up with a second as Baker begins to stagger away from Striker in an effort to create a bit of space. Unfortunately for him, Striker refuses to give him that space. He grabs hold of Baker's arm and pulls Baker in toward, nearly taking his head off with a short-arm lariat! Striker shakes his head and goes for the cover once again.
One...
Two....
TH...Baker is able to get the shoulder up!
Taj: Did you see the impact of that clothesline?!
America: Striker isn't playing games tonight! He really wants to be the Pride of 1WM Champion!
The fans continue to give both of the men in the ring a rather mixed reaction. Striker tries to ignore the reaction to the best of his ability, grabbing Baker by the head and lifting him up to his feet. Striker pounds away on Baker with a few more hard right hands before shoving him back against the nearby turnbuckle. Striker hits Baker with another clothesline to knock him groggy before shaking his head. Striker suddenly backs up to the opposite end of the ring as quickly as he can. He pauses for just a moment before running forward and trying to crush Baker against the turnbuckle with a massive splash! Baker just barely manages to duck out of the way in time! Striker stumbles from the impact and then drops to a knee. Baker seizes the opening brilliantly, planting Striker on the mat with a spike hurricanrana that draws gasps from the crowd! Baker then rolls Striker over and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Graham was a millisecond from retaining the Pride of 1WM Championship!
America: It ain’t over until it’s over.
Baker shakes his head, somewhat in disbelief. Striker slowly tries to pull himself back up to his feet, still looking somewhat groggy. Hoping to take advantage of that, Baker bounces off of the ropes and charges at Striker, hitting him directly on the jaw with a shining wizard! Striker falls to the mat again as the champ hooks his leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Graham found himself an opening and he threw almost everything he can at Jacob!
America: These fans love it, and you'd have to think that if Graham manages to keep this up he'll put Jacob away!
Striker rolls toward the middle of the ring in hopes of slowing Graham Baker down a bit. Baker notices the opening and steps out onto the apron, calling for the fans to get loud and continue to show their support for him. Many of them do just that, there are nonetheless a handful of fans that don't. Baker tries to ignore this and waits for Striker to reach his feet. Once Striker is standing, Baker springboards into the ring and tries to send him crashing to the mat with a springboard crossbody! Striker steps forward and catches Baker in the air, shaking his head and immediately throwing him down to the mat with ease with a fallaway slam!
Baker rolls over toward the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Striker calmly watches him and waits until Baker is back on his feet. Once he is, Striker charges at him and tries to send Baker out to the floor with a clothesline! Unfortunately for him, Baker ducks down and pulls the ropes with him, sending Striker crashing out to the floor! The fans cheer as Baker steps out onto the apron and waits for Striker to pull himself back up to his feet, leaping off of the ropes and hitting the challenger with an Asai moonsault! Striker crashes to the floor as Baker pops up to his feet and calls for the fans to get loud--most of them listening!
Taj: Not only is Graham bringing a bit of excitement to this match, but he just turned things around!
America: He has been incredibly impressive at picking his spots and using Jacob's momentum against him!
Striker pulls himself back up to his feet as Baker rolls him into the ring. Striker wisely creates some space between himself and Baker. Graham waits on the apron for Striker to pull himself back up to his feet. Once Striker is standing, Baker springboards into the ring once again---this time sending Striker crashing to the mat with a springboard dropkick! Striker pulls himself back up to his feet slowly. Baker grabs Striker and tries to set him up for Ground Zero (double underhook tiger bomb)! Striker blocks the attempt and tosses Baker to the mat. He grabs Baker and powers him into the air, running with the champ toward the nearest turnbuckle and dropping him onto it with a snake-eyes!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Baker staggers around before Striker lifts him into the air and slams him to the mat with a thrust spinebuster! Striker drops down and hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Jacob thought he had it there!
Striker shakes his head and remains focused. He grabs Baker and drags him back up to his feet, pounding away on his back in an effort to wear the champ down. Striker then lifts Baker in the air, but Baker manages to free himself just in time. He bounces off of the ropes and waits for Striker to turn around before hitting Striker with a slingblade! Baker pauses for a moment before leaping in the air and landing on Striker with a double footstomp! Baker stomps away on Striker's head a few more times to try and keep him down on the mat before dragging Striker over to the nearby turnbuckle. He begins a slow climb to the top.
Taj: Graham might be looking to put this one away right here!
America: High risk gives high reward.
Baker pauses when he's at the top to steady himself. Just as he's about ready to leap off, Striker powers himself back up to his feet and lunges at the ropes to knock Baker off balance! Baker drops in pain and despite his efforts to pull himself back up to his feet. Striker begins to pound away on him with right hands. Baker tries to kick Striker away from him, but Striker grabs Baker and throws him down to the mat. Baker stumbles back up to his feet. Striker runs at him and takes his head off with a Satoshi Kojima-style Lariat!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Baker is motionless on the mat. Striker pulls Baker and up before dropping him back down with The Apocalypse (Emerald Flowsion)! Striker hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...and the NEW Pride of 1WM Champion...Jacob Striker!!!
America: Jacob Striker just did exactly what he said he'd do!
Taj: It was a great match from both of these men, but Jacob Striker's aggressive approach paid off!
Chis Slayton yanks the Pride title away from the referee and hands it to Striker. Jacob grabs the belt and holds it high in the air, receiving a relatively mixed response from the fans. Striker shakes his head slowly glaring down at Baker for just a moment before scoffing.
Coming December 2020
Torres: The following is the Legendary Twelve main event! It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!
”The Divine Infection” by Motionless In White begins to blast throughout the PA system of the arena as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the ravenous Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar riff echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area tugging on the bottoms of a black studded leather jacket atop her usual wrestling attire, being met by a sea of boos as her signature smirk is firmly upon her face. She changes her hands from the front to clasping behind her back as she slowly yet powerfully walks to the top of the ramp and once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy (both good and bad) coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as her smirk moves into a wide smile across her crimson lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp.
About halfway down, Stasi lowers her arms and swings them with determination as she continues to exude confidence more as she gets closer to the ring. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up and putting her back to the ropes, Stasi quickly removes the jacket and twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Pasadena, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….she is the challenger….STASI HERVEAUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Stasi getting a second chance at the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship after losing her composure at Legendary Nine when she quite possibly could have walked out with the title.
America: She definitely could have done that, Taj. Many forget that although Stasi talks a big game, she has only been in the sport for a solid three years. She is almost as much a rookie as our World Champ.
"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 KIRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades.
Taj: And here she is, Arley Kirk, looking to cap off a twelve month reign as the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion!
America: I got to give her credit, she has successfully defended the title and elevated it’s prestige. Tonight though might be the end of her run at the top dog around here.
DING DING DING!!!
Arley and Stasi start circling to their left as the crowd watches in anticipation. The two women walk towards each other and lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Arley and Stasi jockey for position, both women trying to take the advantage on the other. Arley takes a side headlock but Stasi elbows her in the gut to try and get loose. Arley grabs Stasi by the arm and steps behind for a hammerlock. Stasi reaches back for a snapmare but Arley shoves her off towards the ropes. Stasi runs to the ropes and springs off into a spinning crossbody. Arley catches Stasi and falls down but manages to roll through into a lateral press.
One…
Two…kickout!
Arley tries to get up and Stasi pulls her down into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…kickout!
Arley grabs a side headlock and Stasi pulls her down into a schoolboy.
One…
Two…kickout!
Arley throws her feet up and hooks Stasi’s head, pulling down into a modified victory roll.
One…
Two...Stasi pulls Arley down onto her back.
One…
Two…kickout!
Arley rolls out and then hits a dropkick to the chest of the seated Stasi. The challenger goes down hard and Arley jumps on top for a cover, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…kickout!
Stasi hooks Arley and rolls her over into a crucifix pin.
One…
Two…kickout!
Taj: Arley looks like she’s on the ball tonight!
America: Unfortunately so does Stasi...
Taj: This has been an amazing back and forth so far to watch.
America: I know, and it makes me sick!
As they start to rise, Stasi delivers a reverse knife-edge chop to the chest.
Crowd: WOOO!!
Arley doubles over and Stasi delivers an elbow strike to the back of Arley’s neck. Arley falls to her knees and Stasi races to the ropes. She rebounds off and hits a two-footed dropkick to the face that knocks Arley onto her back. Stasi pops up and hits a standing senton bomb before rolling over into a cover, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…kickout!
Stasi pops up, jumps onto the ropes, and springs into a moonsault. Arley rolls out of the way and Stasi crashes to the mat face and chest first. Stasi clutches at her chest and Arley goes for a rolling cradle.
One…
Two…kickout!
As they get to their feet, Arley jumps into a superkick, nailing Stasi right in the face. Stasi goes down hard. Arley steps back by the ropes. Stasi starts up and Arley comes running in for a shining wizard. Arley rolls her over and covers.
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Two…
THRE...STASI GETS HER FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!
Arley pulls Stasi away from the ropes and covers her again.
One…
Two…
THRE...STASI GETS HER SHOULDER UP!!!
Stasi pulls Arley over into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
THRE...ARLEY KICKS OUT!!!
Both women get to their feet. Stasi ducks under a clothesline attempt and takes a hammerlock with the other arm. Stasi attempts a ripcord elbow. Arley gets her arm up to block it and takes a glancing blow, staggering back to the ropes. Stasi rushes in and grabs her for a belly-to-belly suplex. Arley hits hard and Stasi stays down for the cover.
One…
Two…
THRE…ARLEY GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!
Taj: Now they’ve both managed to get out of a pin with the ropes.
America: It’s smart, minimal effort!
Taj: Did you really just call Stasi smart?
America: Oh God… I’m… oh God...
Stasi grinds her forearm into Arley’s throat. The referee starts to count her down for the disqualification.
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Two…
Three…
Four…
Stasi releases her grip and pounds Arley in the chest with a forearm shot. Stasi stands up, kicks at Arley and then drops an elbow before going for a cover.
One…
Two…
TH...ARLEY KICKS OUT!!!
Taj: That was so, so close!
Stasi pulls the World Champ up and punches Arley in the solar plexus. She then jumps into a guillotine headlock. Arley falls to her knees and grabs the ropes. The referee starts to count for the disqualification again.
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Two…
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Four…
Stasi releases her grip and then rolls Arley over into a la magistral cradle.
One…
Two…
TH...ARLEY KICKS OUT!!!
America: Stasi has been maintaining her composure throughout so far. If she can continue she may actually be able to do what no other have done in twelve months, Taj.
They stand and Arley gets a knee to the midsection on Stasi. Arley hooks her for a DDT. Stasi grabs the ropes and Arley slips off as she tries to fall to the mat. Stasi drops a leg and covers again.
One…
Two…
THRE...ARLEY KICKS OUT!!!
Taj: This has been everything and more in a main event for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship! The Rematch has lived up to everything it has been touted to be!
America: You’re talking like it’s over, girl.
Arley rolls out to the floor and Stasi pops up to her feet. She grabs the top rope and starts to slingshot out to the floor. Arley dives into the ring through Stasi’s legs. Stasi starts to turn and Arley snaps off a superkick that sends Stasi stumbling back into the ropes. Arley jumps up into a twisting backstabber and then rolls over into Mexican stretch dragon sleeper!
Taj: It’s not often we see Arley resort to her ground game.
America: She’s tried everything else against Stasi and it’s failed so far.
Stasi grimaces and writhes in pain. Stasi reaches out and manages to grab the bottom rope. The referee starts to count Arley down.
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Four…
Arley pulls Stasi off the ropes, releases her grip, takes it back and rolls back over into the Mexican stretch dragon sleeper in the middle of the ring.
Taj: Arley has the submission locked on tight in the middle of the ring! I’m not sure Stasi can hang on!
America: That is a devastating submission move and Arley has it applied perfectly!
Stasi reaches up trying to pull the hands from her neck but soon fades and passes out in the hold. The referee checks on Stasi before finally calling for the bell.
Torres: Here is your winner AND STILL 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Arley Kirk!!!
Taj: ARLEY HAS DONE IT! ARLEY HAS VINDICATED THE BLEMISH ON HER RECORD AND IS STILL THE 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
America: Goddamn, can anyone beat this chick?!
Exhausted, Arley rolls away into a corner as Stasi is tended to by EMTs. The referee hands Arley her 1WM World Championship belt which she holds aloft in victory.
Tag Team Match
The Shinigami Foundation (David Belmont and Alex Slayer) versus The Crosses (Justice Cross and "Enforcer" Anthony Cross)
The Shinigami Foundation (David Belmont and Alex Slayer) versus The Crosses (Justice Cross and "Enforcer" Anthony Cross)
Justice smirks at David and Alex, who are still talking strategy, before charging towards the pair. Alex pushes David out of the way and stops Justice just short with a big boot! Justice stumbles back but doesn’t show any of slowing down as she starts brawling with Alex. The two trade some blows back and forth until Justice boots Alex in the stomach and locks him in place for an implant DDT. Alex blocks her attempt and instead spins things around and wraps his arms around her waist, sending her to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Alex quickly locks in a camel clutch as Justice reaches out for the ropes. After a few moments, Alex releases his hold and then waits for her to get to one knee before delivering a shoot kick that lands squarely across her chest. He goes for a cover but Enforcer comes in and breaks up the pin by booting Alex in the back before David comes in and chases him off.
Taj: These two teams have been at each other's throats not only here in 1WM but in Pro Wrestling Nova as well!
America: Both were the reasons each other was eliminated from the 2020 Legendary Tag Team Cup last month at Legendary 11.
Taj: Odd that Joshua Samson isn’t out here with his clients, the Crosses.
America: Joshua knows that Justice and Anthony have this one in the bag. No need for his physical presence out here tonight.
Both Justice and Alex struggle to get up to their feet, but when they do, they tag in their respective tag team partners who come running in and instantly start brawling in the center of the ring. Enforcer stops David’s onslaught, hitting him with a sidewalk slam. Enforcer doesn’t slow down, pulling David up and hitting him with a high knee that sends him off into the corner. After a few stiff forearms, Enforcer yanks him out of the corner and looks as though he wants to hit DeathPenbalty. But Alex comes running in and hits him with a slingblade before taking Justice out and they start brawling on the outside. David shakily gets to his feet before charging forward and hitting Enforcer with Harvester of Sorrow (bicycle high knee to the face of a kneeling opponent) before getting the pin.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… David Belmont and Alex Slayer… THE SHINIGAMI FOUNDATION!
Taj: David and Alex have pulled out the victory here tonight at Legendary Twelve!
America: Fast count! Fast count!
Back from commercial and “Pretty” Ricky Stanton is standing in the center of the ring with a mic.
Taj: It looks like Ricky has come out here with something pressing to say, America.
America: With everything going on concerning lately I expect him to have A LOT to say, Taj.
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: For the past couple of days now, all I’ve heard is what’s going on with The SE Network and One Wrestle Movement. It’s like you people don’t really get it. WHEN I SAY...that I sign the checks I SIGN THE CHECKS. You can get anyone involved AND PARTNER WITH ANYONE AND EVERYONE I still own 75% of the shares in this company and that was on contract on ink BEFORE i ever stepped foot in a 1WM ring and that’s the truth!
He paces around the ring as everyone boos.
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: The problem with you people is that you don’t understand what’s getting the bills paid around here and that IS STANTON ENTERPRISES! YOU THINK ANYONE WOULD KNOW ABOUT A ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT IF I HADN’T SIGNED THE DEAL TO UNLOCK VARIOUS ADVERTISING OPPORTUNITIES FOR THIS COMPANY??? Half of you backstage are signed only because of what we have done in the background, so while Southern is talking the praises of this place and NOT GIVING SE IT’S DUE I’m going to do so right now.
Crowd: BOOO!
Just then something is going on ringside that no one can see on camera and out of nowhere Solomon Monster charges at Ricky but is intercepted by BO CONSTRICTOR WITH A HARD SPEAR! Ricky smirks at Solomon as he rolls on the mat in front of him. Bo shakes Ricky’s hand and the two men look down at Solomon Monster.
Taj: Solomon Monster has just been laid out by retired MMA fighter, Bo Constrictor!
America: That’s a dumbass name by the way.
Taj: Solomon Monster?
America: No, Bo Constrictor...
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: You know, you’re funny. You thought it would be THAT easy. You actually thought that you could just come out here and catch me slippin but the Pretty Boy stays aware like the man behind the register. You see, this is how Velociraptor used to catch their prey.
Leans down and smacks Solomon in the face with the mic.
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: Listening? Ok. So I was bait. I admit. We’ve been back and forth on Social Media and I thought, I wonder how hungry he really is. So I called Bo, he liked the idea, and here we are. But what about your.......friend? Show him Bo.
Bo grabs him up and turns his head to the big screen where Beca Elise is being forcibly held by some of SE goons. Stanton leans down to Solomon’s face.
“Pretty” Ricky Stanton: This is the train of inevitability Solomon...This is what it looks like to be ran over….
Bo slams Solmon's head to the mat when just then Griffin Hawkins’ music hits and he’s sprinting down ringside!
Taj: Is Griffin Hawkins coming to the rescue of Solomon?
America: Highly doubt it! Solomon and him have been having the war of words on social media. Naw, this is about Griffin looking to get revenge on Ricky from actions that happened at Glory Seven.
Griffin and Ricky square up as Solomon is kept at bay by Bo, who is now putting him in Total Constriction (Shaking Full Nelson). Griffin gets the upper hand as he hurls Stanton against the ropes! Security eventually floods the ring and breaks everyone up!
Taj: I...what did we just see!
America: I think...Stanton is reaffirming this is his world! Chaos and money!
Six Person Team Match
Mancini Syndicate ("La Capa" Viola Mancini, Camila Morricone, and Isabella Terrano) versus The Masters Sister (Aurora, Moonlight, and Dr. Carnival Dawn Master)
Mancini Syndicate ("La Capa" Viola Mancini, Camila Morricone, and Isabella Terrano) versus The Masters Sister (Aurora, Moonlight, and Dr. Carnival Dawn Master)
Viola and Aurora clash in the center of the ring. Viola instantly starts off the action by cutting Aurora off at the pass with a lungblower. She goes for a cover but doesn’t even get a chance to get a two count before she’s thrown off by Moonlight. As Moonlight is ushered out by the referee, Viola mounts Aurora and rains down a series of strikes as the latter does her best to shield herself. Eventually, Aurora kicks Viola in the lady bits, causing her to step her attack and allowing Aurora to get up before hitting a dropkick. She follows it up with a running leg drop before going for a pin attempt of her own, getting a two count before Viola kicks out. Aurora then pulls Viola over to her corner and tags in Moonlight before the two sisters whip Viola off across the ring. Viola ducks under the double clothesline attempt and runs to tag in one of her partners, managing to tag in Camila as Aurora exits the ring.
Taj: The pairing of Aurora and Moonlight Master are the first ever Legendary Tag Team Cup winners and as such have given the Master Sisters a HUGE boost in 1WM. It’s only a matter of time before they’ll be vying for the Tag Team Championship.
America: Yeah probably but first they need to keep their focus on this six person tag match or Viola, Camila, and Isabella pull out a big win of their own!
Camila and Moonlight glare at each other before Camila charges, looking to hit a running chop block, only for Moonlight floor her with a big boot. Moonlight then goes to scoot out around her and scoops her up into a bear hug. Camila screams out while she reaches out for her tag partners, all the while Moonlight squeezes her midsection and does little hops that sends her shoulder into Camila’s midsection. Eventually Camila starts driving her elbow into the back of Moonlight’s head until she releases the hold. Moonlight staggers around a little bit before Camila grounds her by grabbing two fists full of her blonde hair and dragging her backwards across her knee for a hairpulling backbreaker. She goes for a cover, but Moonlight powers out at two. Camila stands and goes to pull Moonlight up to her feet, only to be lifted and thrown back down with a bodyslam. Moonlight then tags in her sister Dawn.
America: I know they’re sisters and all but in my expert opinion, Moonlight is the breakout star. It’s got to be only a matter of time before she realizes this and takes that next step. I could honestly see her contesting for the World title before the end of next year.
Taj: That’s some very high praise, America. I know you’re not normally one to dole out praise.
Dawn climbs to the top turnbuckle and sits there perched, waiting for Camila to get back up before launching herself off for a missile dropkick. However, Camila is able to side step this before heading over to her corner and tagging in Isabella, causing Dawn to crash and burn near the center of the ring. Isabella quickly scrambles over to Dawn, hitting a jumping knee drop on Dawn before going for a cover but only getting a two count. Isabella pulls Dawn up to her feet, and whips her off into the ropes, hitting a tilt-a-whirl armbar as Dawn comes running back. Dawn reaches for the bottom rope, assisted by her sister Aurora and forcing Isabella to release the hold. Frustrated, Isabella pulls Dawn back to the center of the ring before pulling her up to her feet whipping her off towards the ropes, but Dawn reverses this halfway and whips Isabella off, hitting her with a wheel kick when she comes rebounding back. Dawn then calculates Isabella’s moves before hitting her with Masterplan (jumping cutter) and getting the pinfall.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Aurora Master, Moonlight Master and Dawn Master… THE MASTER SISTERS!
Taj: And just like that, the ball keeps rolling for the Master Sisters!
America: Mark my words about Moonlight.
Tag Team Match
Stanton Enterprises (“Ya Girl” Q and “Pretty” Ricky Stanton) versus The Fourthcoming (“Miss 1WM” Bianca Davis and “Your Favorite Worst Nightmare” Brien Storm)
Stanton Enterprises (“Ya Girl” Q and “Pretty” Ricky Stanton) versus The Fourthcoming (“Miss 1WM” Bianca Davis and “Your Favorite Worst Nightmare” Brien Storm)
Taj: Well this tag team match has been hotly contested lately on social media especially between Stanton Enterprises, Ricky Stanton, and Fourthcomings executive representative, Joshua Samson, Esquire.
America: Well if matches were won over social media, Joshua definitely bested Ricky in a clear landslide.
Ricky stands across the ring from a confident looking Bianca. They lock up in the center of the ring and the larger Ricky is able to overpower Bianca, shoving her backward into the ropes before hitting her with a flying clothesline that nearly takes her head off. Bianca gets back up and manages to fire off a spinning heel kick, but it catches Ricky only on the edge of his arm, allowing him to deliver a thumb to the eye before hitting Bianca with an armbar takedown. Bianca flails around as she struggles to reach for the ropes with her free hand until her executive representative Joshua Samson, Esquire grabbed her leg and pulled it just enough to place her ankle on the bottom rope. The referee orders Ricky to release the hold and after a few moments he reluctantly does so.
America: Good work there by Joshua. Way to keep your client in this match.
Taj: He’s lucky the referee didn’t see.
America: Joshua has been in this game a long,long time, Taj. Contrary to what Griffin Hawkins thinks, Joshua probably has forgotten more wrestling knowledge than Griffin even knows.
Ricky then starts arguing with Samson, allowing Bianca to roll away and tag in Brien as she clutches at the arm he held in the arm bar. Brien comes running in hitting Ricky with a one handed bulldog and going for a pin. Brien barely gets a two count, raining down punches and elbow shots to Ricky who fights to get away. It takes a thumb to the eye for Ricky to get away, allowing him to tag in Q.
America: And here comes the YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Champion!
Taj: You and I both know that is not a real championship!
Brien turns around just as Q comes running into the match, ducking out of the way from her clothesline attempt, hitting her with a boot to the stomach before firing off a snap dragon suplex. He tries to lock in an elevated Boston crab, but Q lies in wait before rolling him up and getting a two count before he kicks out!
Q is first up to her feet, hitting Brien with a shoot kick on the side of the head before pulling him up and hitting an exploder suplex. She pulls him up once more, lifting him onto her shoulders before hitting Brien with Q’s Landing (cartwheel death valley driver)! She quickly takes out Bianca for a forearm before getting the pinfall on Brien.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Q and Ricky Stanton… STANTON ENTERPRISES!
Taj: Ya Girl Q and Ricky have proven tonight that Stanton Enterprises has a firm control over 1WM.
We Are Splat MultiUniversal Championship Opportunity Match
“Pain Maker” Cain Dominiguez versus Lash Donohue
“Pain Maker” Cain Dominiguez versus Lash Donohue
Torres: The following is a We Are Splat sanctioned match for the opportunity to contest for the We Are Splat Multiuniversal Championship!
The crowd explodes in cheers but that is immediately canceled out as Five Finger Death Punch’s “Death Punch Therapy” rips through the PA system, catching Torres off guard. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Morgan Payne steps out onto the stage, displaying the Multiuniversal Title over her shoulder. She’s dressed in black jeans with rips in the knees, a faded Na Fianna t-shirt, Timbaland boots, her leather jacket complete with her black and yellow NFL scarf just draped over her neck. Worn on her head is a “#BTK” Kingdom skullcap. She stares down the ramp at the ring, before looking across the audience with a coldness written on her face. Without her usual trash talking and gloating, she adjusts the title on her shoulder and makes her way down the ramp, circling around the ring right towards the commentary table.
America: Well hot damn! Look who is here.
Taj: For those of you not knowing this is the current, reigning and defending We Are Splat Multiuniversal Champion, Morgan Payne! This is indeed a surprise!
Morgan takes a seat at the commentators' seat, setting the title up in front of her on display. She helps herself to a headset and kicks back in her seat.
Taj: Welcome to 1WM, Morgan.
Morgan: Sup?
“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 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 is crazy look again as he grabs the top rope looking at the crowd as the lights return to normal.
Torres: Coming to the ring from Brooklyn, New York….weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet six inches….he is one half of the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions, Agents of Chaos,....he is the Pain Maker….CAIN DOMINGUEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Morgan: Cain fucking Dominguez. Know what? Ahnno I had my pick for winner o’dis match but lookin’ at da dude in person? S’a big motherfucker. Lash might have his hands full. ‘Specially if Cain knows him like a tag partner should.
Taj: Lash definitely will be in for a fight in this one, Morgan.
America: I want to know will they be able to recover from a match like this. It’s been proven throughout wrestling history that most tag teas don’t recover.
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.
Torres: Coming to the ring next from Calabasas, California….weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds….standing at six feet even....he is one half of the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions, Agents of Chaos,...he is LASH DONOHUUUUUUUEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
Morgan: Me an’ Lash don’t always get along. I think he might still be sore over dat time I pushed his buttons but I had a bet to win. I seen him whup bigger dudes than Cain here so he’s still my pick. Get ‘em, Lashy boy!
America: Sounds like you’d much rather face Lash than Cain. Almost sounds like fear, Morgan.
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready for the beginning of the upcoming match. Both wrestlers nod their heads as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Cain Dominguez and Lash Donohue begin to circle around the ring, the two wrestlers waiting for an opening to appear. The Pain Maker immediately charges forward and hits Lash in the mouth with an elbow shot! He follows it up with a second as Lash tries to regain his footing. Cain grabs hold of Lash and backs him up against the ropes. He pauses for a moment before shooting Lash across the ring. When Lash comes back on the rebound, Cain lifts him into the air for a back body drop! Lash stumbles over to the ropes and uses them to drag himself back up to his feet. Cain quickly closes the gap and hits Lash with a few chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!!!
Cain then grabs Lash and launches him over his head with a belly to belly suplex! Lash again crawls over to the nearest corner as Cain watches him with a smirk on his face.
Taj: Well...I don't think this was the start that Lash was expecting...
America: Maybe not, but it WAS the start that Cain needed!
Morgan: Yinz’re talkin’ ‘bout a dude who stapled his nipples ‘cause he gets off on dat shit. Cain’s gonna need more than horsepower an’ a big tank o’gas if he wants to get past his boy. Let alone if he expects ta step ta me!
Once Lash is back up on his feet, Cain charges across the ring and tries to hit Lash with a European uppercut in the corner! Lash ducks out of the way at the last second, Cain hits the corner instead. He stumbles and tries to regain his balance, but can't before Lash grabs him and slams Cain to the mat with a belly to back suplex! Lash quickly hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...Cain kicks out!
Cain pulls himself back up to his feet as Lash quickly connects with a few right hands. The impact of the blows knocks Cain back against the ropes. Lash tries to shoot him across the ring, but Cain is able to reverse the attempt. He steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Lash on the rebound, only to have Lash catch him by surprise with a flying forearm smash! Lash pulls himself back up to his feet. Once Cain is standing, Lash leaps into the air and hits him with a perfectly timed dropkick!
Taj: Lash is absolutely rolling right now!
America: This is why you can't ever count him out!
Morgan: Dat’s how ya topple a big motherfucker like Cain but he can turn dat ‘round on ya real quick. Don’t be a jagoff!
Lash shoves Cain back against the turnbuckle and delivers a few kicks to his ribs. Cain drops down and tries to recover. Perhaps sensing the fact that he's just created an opening for himself, Lash charges forward to hit Cain with a shining wizard! Cain ducks out of the way and Lash's knee hit the turnbuckle instead! He drops to the mat and tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Cain grabs him from behind and snaps off a bridging snap suplex! Cain hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH….KICK OUT!
Cain drags Lash up to his feet and hits him with a series of quick elbow shots! He then spins Lash around and hoists him into the air for a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
THR...KICKOUT!!
Taj: Lash keeps on fighting!
America: But Cain is beginning to take control of this match!
Morgan: Told ‘im not ta get cocky. Why listen ta me, though? I’m just da one been holdin’ dis title they’re after.
Cain grabs Lash and calls for the fans to get louder. They oblige as Cain drags Lash up to his feet and hits him in the mouth with a spinning backfist! Lash drops down to a knee. Cain tries to wrestle Lash into position for a Northern Lights suplex! Lash spins out of Cain's grasp and leaps into the air, hitting Cain in the mouth with a knee strike! The impact sends Cain stumbling around. Lash kicks him in the ribs and plants Cain on the mat with a fame-asser! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Lash nods his head and realizes that he'll need to keep at it if he wants to win. He stands near the ropes and waits for Cain to drag himself back up to his feet. Once he's up, Lash springboards off of the ropes and tries to hit Cain in the mouth with a kick! Cain ducks the attempt. Lash's knee hits the mat as he tries to stagger back up to his feet. Cain charges at Lash and catches him with a knee strike! The impact sends Lash stumbling over to the nearest turnbuckle. He slumps against it. Cain picks up speed as he runs forward and tries to hit Lash in the mouth with a bicycle kick in the corner---though Lash steps forward and trips Cain up instead! Cain's momentum carries him face-first into the turnbuckle padding!
Taj: I know the turnbuckles are padded, but...
America: That still doesn't feel good!
Morgan: Eatin’ a turnbuckle’s like gettin’ punched with a boxin’ glove. Yeah, they got a glove but ‘course it’s gonna fuckin’ hurt. Ya gettin’ hit in da goddamn face!
Cain slumps against the turnbuckle for a moment as Lash takes a moment to catch his breath! He then runs forward and hits Cain with a leaping forearm smash! The impact sends Cain's head crashing into the turnbuckle padding. Cain tries to pull himself back up to his feet despite that he walks right into a Bury-Go-Round (Berkocet) for his efforts!
Morgan: Oh. Oh! OH!!!! SHIT, DAT’S IT, BOY!!!
Taj: That quite possibly can be it indeed!
Lash hooks the leg and goes for the cover..
One....
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match and challenging for the We Are Splat Multiuniversal Championship in January...Lash Donohue!!!
Taj: This was a good back and forth match!
America: And yet, in the end...Lash was victorious!
Morgan: Well well. Dis really is a place o’magic, innit? Thanks for havin’ me. I’ll see yinz in da new year!
Morgan pulls off her headset and grabs the Multiuniversal Title. She gets out of her chair and climbs right up onto the apron to get Lash’s attention. Once she has it, she holds up the belt, giving it a couple slaps before raising it overhead with a smirk on her face. She hops back down and returns the title over her shoulder, circling around the ring and heading up the ramp where she’s almost bumped into by Cassie Morse as the Cornfed Badass, and Lash’s fellow Squires Academy Knight comes running down to the ring, beaming with pride!
Taj: Cassie is on the way to congratulate her friend and fellow Squire.
America: (sarcastically) How touching...
Cassie gets into the ring and throws herself right into Lash, just wrapping his neck up in a big hug. She even, hilariously and adorably enough, seems to be helping him stay on his feet to overcome his exhaustion from the match. She holds him by the head, smiling and giving him words of encouragement before lightly bonking him in the side of the head and hugging him again. Finally, she turns and lifts Lash’s arm up herself, pointing to him and calling for the crowd to give it up for him!
Taj: It’s surprising that Lash’s half-sister, Arley, isn’t down here as well.
America: Give it time, Taj. Give it time.
Lash and Cassie stand in the ring, beaming happily. Lash still has his arm being held up in a show of victory as he decides it’s time to leave the ring. He starts to step towards the rop--BOOM!!!! WHAT?! LASH GETS PULLED INTO A SHORTARM CLOTHESLINE BY CASSIE!!!!!! Lash hits the mat, dazed and confused as to what just happened but before he can gather his senses, CASSIE’S ON HIM!!!! Ground mount and she just starts raining fists over and over across his forehead. The shocked crowd voices their protests, booing angrily. Others can’t help but just stand there, staring in shock as Lash’s, arguably, best friend proceeds to just beat the hell out of him!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Taj: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
America: HAHAA! This is the greatest thing that’s happened tonight!
Coming to his senses, Cain pulls Cassie off of Lash but she just gets up and violently shoves Lash’s tag team partner causing him to fall through the ropes to the floor. Cassie’s fuming now with unbridled hatred written all over her face as she gets out of the ring and grabs Herbert Torre’s microphone, simultaneously shoving his by the face to the floor. This gets a louder boo from the crowd as Cassie rolls back into the ring and proceeds to stomp away at Lash, keeping him from getting too far. Once Lash stops crawling towards the ropes, Cassie looks up at the crowd and raises the microphone.
Cassie Morse: Oh, y’all sit down and shut the HELL -- UP!!!!
Crowd member: WHY, CASSIE?! WHY?!
Cassie Morse: I SAID SHUT!! THE FUCK!! UP!!
Cassie yells as she storms over to the side of the ring where she hears the fan yelling from the front row and just glares down at him.
Cassie Morse: Y’all wanna know why? I’m gonna tell you why. I’ve been a graduate from Squires Academy for over a year. I’ve worked my career under their code. Followed their lessons. I’ve done nothing short of work like a damn poster girl of what a Knight from the Academy should be and what do I have to show for it?
She lowers the mic; looks around and shakes her head.
Cassie Morse: Not one damn thing! I guess it’s true what they say, huh? Nobody likes the nice gals, huh? The girl that smiles, shakes everyone's hand, comes to work, does her job, busts her ass while ya got trash in the back, arguing over Twitter over who’s makeup looks better? News flash, ladies. All y’all look like a buncha damn SLUTS!
She says this, leaning into the camera before stepping back and turning to Lash on the mat.
Cassie Morse: Then y’all got this here. Yeah, yer ‘sposed to be a Knight too, ain’cha? Ain’cha?
Cassie lays a few more stomps to Lash, refusing to even let him get up on his hands and knees.
Cassie Morse: Lash, I been sittin’ on my ass in the back for MONTHS watching you act a damn fool and make a mockery of everything we ever learned at the Academy. Squires like you are the reason the rest of us catch a rep as a joke in this business but somehow, these damn morons in the crowd are endeared to ya! Hell, even management in the back must think it’s a damn hoot, ‘cause they got you runnin’ all over the damn place like one of the poster boys of One Movement! Where am I at, though? After bustin’ my ass and eatin’ shit since day one that I stepped into this company, where am I at? Tell me that, huh? Tell me. TELL ME!!
As if it couldn’t get worse, Cassie grabs a handful of Lash’s hair and lifts his face off the mat, getting her face right down into his.
Cassie Morse: TELL ME WHERE I’M AT, LASH!!!!
Instead of letting him answer, she just rams the butt of the microphone handle into his forehead once...twice...three times, and lets his head fall, finally stepping back. She looks around at the half booing, half shocked audience again.
Cassie Morse: I’ll tell ya where I’m at from now on. Cassandra Morse...is on her own.
She lifts her arm, pointing her finger and slowly sweeps it across the audience and towards the stage.
Cassie Morse: To hell...with every...goddamn...one of you….
The microphone thuds and buzzes with feedback as she drops it to the mat and drop-rolls out of the ring before storming back up the ramp with that almost unbecoming look of hate in her eyes. No music. No fanfare. Cassie Morse never even looks back at her best friend whom she’s busted open with the microphone. She just storms right up the ramp and back behind the curtain.
America: Holy crap….
Taj: Cassie Morse has made a statement tonight but at what expense?
Coming Soon
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Jacob Striker versus “Guillotine” Graham Baker ©
Jacob Striker versus “Guillotine” Graham Baker ©
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP!!
The opening chords of Motionless in White's "Necessary Evil" begins to play as Jacob Striker steps out onto the entrance way in his new wrestling gear and he stops.
Strip off the weight of morality and check it at the door
I'll show you the worst in me (what I've become)
Blow out the candles, I need not a wish for I am everything
Now crawl to my boots and lick (kneel before me)
I'ma have my cake and fucking eat you too
I'll show you the worst in me (what I've become)
Blow out the candles, I need not a wish for I am everything
Now crawl to my boots and lick (kneel before me)
I'ma have my cake and fucking eat you too
Taj: Alright, what is the former "Natural" doing just standing there?
America: Maybe he's having second thoughts about facing Graham here tonight?
Suddenly the crowds at ringside suddenly go wild as the reason Striker is standing at the top of the entrance way is made known as the president of Pro Wrestling Nova himself, Chris Slayton, steps out onto the entrance way with a proud look on his face.
Taj: What the...?!
America: What the hell is Chris Slayton doing out here?!
It's my party and I'll die when I want to
Die when I want to, die when I want to
The monster you've made is wearing the crown
I'll be the king and you be the clown
I'll take the blame, parade it around
You've made me the villain you can't live without
Die when I want to, die when I want to
The monster you've made is wearing the crown
I'll be the king and you be the clown
I'll take the blame, parade it around
You've made me the villain you can't live without
The two men then make their way down to the ring, Slayton quietly talking to the younger man who seems to be intensely focused on the matter at hand as they head for the ring, once they reach it, Chris reaches up and removes Striker's hood before the younger wrestler slips into the ring.
Torres: Introducing first from Sleepy Hollow New York...weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is being escorted to the ring by the Pro Nova Wrestling President Chris Slayton…..he is the Real Rock n Rolla...JACOB STRIKEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The first rematch of two about to happen here tonight at Legendary Twelve “1WM Does Disney” and this one has all the markings to be a brutal affair!
America: It most definitely does, Taj. You have to think that Jacob learned from the first match and will be coming at this one at an entirely different angle.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from London, England….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet eleven inches….he is the current, reigning, and defending Pride of 1WM Champion...he is the Guillotine….GRAHAM BAKEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Forever" by Run The Jewels plays as Graham Baker, Pride of 1WM Championship belt around his waist, makes his way to the ring.
America: This man has to be one of the most “unconnected” wrestlers we have working in this company.
Taj: What do you mean by that, America?
America: I mean here’s a guy that barely says boo about anything related to 1WM and when he does it’s basically to downplay anything anyone has to say about him. It just bothers me.
Taj: Well that aside, Graham is our Pride Champion.
We cut backstage where Leo Cook, Thomas Cook and Ivy Foxx are seen standing.
Ivy Foxx: Babe, this is the moment in my opinion that we go out there and make a demand.
Thomas Cook: Demand? I dunno Leo if Ivy is right on the whole demand part. I mean maybe you should just ask.
Ivy Foxx: Thomas you are brand new to this business please be quiet.
Thomas Cook: I might be new to the business but I have paid attention to what goes on around here and I just think maybe trying to be a bit nicer might be a good approach.
Ivy Foxx: No, you obviously have not paid attention. This business will knock you down and keep you down if you are nice….
Ivy rolled her eyes at Thomas who shrugged his shoulders at Ivy. They both then look over at Leo Cook who shakes his head.
Leo Cook: Baby let’s go. And, Thomas you just uh stay the hell back here and watch my back from a far.
Thomas Cook: Uh… Sure cousin you got it.
Leo Cook: You can introduce me babe.
Ivy Foxx: With pleasure my love with pleasure.
Leo and Ivy then walk straight ahead leaving Thomas standing who decides to roll his eyes and pull out his phone. Meanwhile Leo and Ivy walk near the curtain that leads to the top of the ramp out at ringside.
Ivy Foxx: Hit his music.
Leo Cook: You heard the lady.
”Cold Blooded” by Zayde Wolfe picks up over the speakers and out steps both Leo Cook and his fiancée slash manager Ivy Cook. They stop at the top of the entrance ramp hearing the loud boo’s as the song dies down. Leo looks annoyed due to the amount of boos he is getting and Ivy has just gotten a mic placing it near her mouth. She waits for the boos to die down before speaking.
Ivy Foxx: Ladies and gentlemen I am the sexiest manager in One Wrestle Movement I am also the proud fiancée of the best wrestler in this company and his name is Leo Cook!
The boos continue which causes Leo to look even more annoyed.
Ivy Foxx: You all are ungrateful I just want to be crystal clear about that. You dare boo a former army ranger who is literally an American Hero! Every single one of you out in the crowd makes me sick. But, Leo and I did not come out here to address you morons. No, we came out here to address the Pride Championship.
Ivy smiled as she handed the mic over to her fiancé Leo Cook.
Leo Cook: Silence morons…. I said silence!
The boos were now very loud and Ivy yelled out for them to shut up!
Leo Cook: Don’t bother yelling at these sheep babe. They are not important. Any people that can boo a man who put his life in danger for this country can go to hell end of the story. Now enough about these idiots… I, Leo Cook, am out here to address the battle royal from the past Glory where I never got eliminated by anyone legally in the match. So with that being said you Jacob Striker are not the one that should be getting a title shot tonight against Graham Baker. But, that’s alright because I am officially challenging whoever walks out at the reigning Pride Champion tonight . I want and deserve my shot. It's that simple.
Leo hands the mic back to Ivy Foxx as she kisses him on his cheek before putting the mic to her mouth one final time.
Ivy Foxx: So Striker or Baker… Leo and I do not care who wins all we care about is the Pride Championship and my man Leo demands that he is the next in line for a title shot because he is the man that’s one of the best wrestlers and not to mention a legitimate American Hero who deserves respect and a shot at that Pride Championship.
Ivy drops the mic onto the steel of the ramp as Leo and her turn their backs to the ring and walk backstage hand and hand.
Taj: I have received official word that indeed Leo Cook will take on either Graham Baker or Jacob Striker at Massive for the Pride of 1WM Championship!
America: Damn….talk about ask and you shall receive!
Taj: Well let’s get back into this match to see who Leo will face at Massive.
The fans are on their feet, eagerly anticipating the upcoming match. Most of the fans are showing their support for Graham Baker, though there's definitely a sizable group of fans showing their support for Striker. Cheers and chants continue to sound throughout the arena as Graham Baker smiles. Striker glares at him with pure determination on his face. The referee looks at both men to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match. Striker and Baker both nod their heads. The referee then nods his head as well before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: Here we go!
Almost immediately, Jacob Striker charges across the ring and hits Baker in the mouth with a hard right hand. He follows it up with a second and then a third, Baker barely managing to keep himself upright. Despite this, Striker stays aggressive. He shoves Baker back against the ropes and ties his arms up in the ropes. Striker fires off a HUGE chop to Baker's chest that echoes throughout the arena.
Crowd: WOOO!
Striker then follows it up with a second, quite a few fans reacting!
Crowd: WOOO!
Jacob Striker shakes his head slowly. He grabs hold of Baker and drags him away from the ropes. He shoots the champ across the ring and meets him in the middle, launching Baker into the air and delivering a huge back body drop! Baker's back hits the mat hard! The champ rolls over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Striker tries to take advantage of Baker's positioning by charging at him, only to have Baker get a foot in the air at the last possible second! The impact sends Striker staggering back. Striker quickly recovers and decides to give it a second try---only to have Baker once again kick him in the jaw. This time, Baker turns around and springboards off of the ropes, catching Striker by surprise with a vicious knee shot to the mouth!
Taj: Jacob Striker made it clear that he wanted to turn this into a brawl, and with a knee shot like that one, Graham Baker apparently wants Striker to know that he's willing to fight back!
America: Baker's gonna need a lot more than that if he hopes to win this mat, Taj! I hope you realize that...
Striker slowly staggers back up to his feet as Baker rushes over to him. He hits Striker in the mouth with a forearm smash to knock him groggy for a moment. He then grabs hold of his head and tries to lock in a front facelock! Though he starts to apply pressure, Baker doesn't get close to the point of wearing Striker down. Striker uses his strength to drive Baker back into the nearest turnbuckle, throwing his shoulder hard into Baker's ribs. Striker steps back before throwing his shoulder hard into Baker's ribs a second time, Baker nearly folding in half from the impact. Striker smirks as he steps back even further and tries to do it a third time. Baker lifts himself over Striker to dodge the attempt, Striker hitting the turnbuckle instead! Baker uses this opening to his advantage and sends Striker crashing to the mat with a sunset flip.
One...
Two...
TH...Striker powers out!
Taj: That's exactly the strategy we need to see from Graham Baker in this one! He needs to avoid Striker's attempts at hurting them and use them to his advantage!
America: I'm not going to pretend that it won't work because we all know that it can! But let's not act like Striker's a mindless brute, either!
Striker tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Baker step toward him and hit Striker with a kick to the head! Striker tries to drag himself back up to his feet despite the impact of the blow, prompting Baker to fire off a second! When that one fails to slow Striker down enough, Baker shakes his head and tries to set Striker up for a third kick! Striker manages to duck underneath this one! Striker pops back up to his feet. Baker charges and hits him in the mouth with a forearm smash! He then bounces off of the ropes to pick up speed and strike once again---only to have Striker grab him on the rebound and lift Baker into the air for a Samoan drop! Striker hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
TH...Baker kicks out!
Striker glares down at Baker for a moment and then shakes his head. He stands up and then immediately drops right back down onto Baker with an elbow drop. Baker wisely tries to roll out of the way and keep Striker from striking again. Striker shakes his head and closes the gap between the two men, pounding away on the back of Baker's head with a series of hard elbow shots. Striker then grabs hold of Baker and walks toward the middle of the ring with him. He gets Baker into a double underhook position and powers him into the air, letting him hang there for a moment before delivering a butterfly suplex! Striker turns around and hooks the leg once again.
One...
Two...
THR...Baker kicks out again!
Taj: This is exactly what Jacob Striker wants this match to become! Striker wants to hit Baker with everything he's got and throw him around the ring because even if Baker kicks out...Baker's going to waste a lot of energy in the process!
The Pride Champion slowly tries to pull himself back up to his feet. The challenger quickly closes the gap, hitting Baker in the mouth with a forearm smash. He follows it up with a second as Baker begins to stagger away from Striker in an effort to create a bit of space. Unfortunately for him, Striker refuses to give him that space. He grabs hold of Baker's arm and pulls Baker in toward, nearly taking his head off with a short-arm lariat! Striker shakes his head and goes for the cover once again.
One...
Two....
TH...Baker is able to get the shoulder up!
Taj: Did you see the impact of that clothesline?!
America: Striker isn't playing games tonight! He really wants to be the Pride of 1WM Champion!
The fans continue to give both of the men in the ring a rather mixed reaction. Striker tries to ignore the reaction to the best of his ability, grabbing Baker by the head and lifting him up to his feet. Striker pounds away on Baker with a few more hard right hands before shoving him back against the nearby turnbuckle. Striker hits Baker with another clothesline to knock him groggy before shaking his head. Striker suddenly backs up to the opposite end of the ring as quickly as he can. He pauses for just a moment before running forward and trying to crush Baker against the turnbuckle with a massive splash! Baker just barely manages to duck out of the way in time! Striker stumbles from the impact and then drops to a knee. Baker seizes the opening brilliantly, planting Striker on the mat with a spike hurricanrana that draws gasps from the crowd! Baker then rolls Striker over and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Graham was a millisecond from retaining the Pride of 1WM Championship!
America: It ain’t over until it’s over.
Baker shakes his head, somewhat in disbelief. Striker slowly tries to pull himself back up to his feet, still looking somewhat groggy. Hoping to take advantage of that, Baker bounces off of the ropes and charges at Striker, hitting him directly on the jaw with a shining wizard! Striker falls to the mat again as the champ hooks his leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Graham found himself an opening and he threw almost everything he can at Jacob!
America: These fans love it, and you'd have to think that if Graham manages to keep this up he'll put Jacob away!
Striker rolls toward the middle of the ring in hopes of slowing Graham Baker down a bit. Baker notices the opening and steps out onto the apron, calling for the fans to get loud and continue to show their support for him. Many of them do just that, there are nonetheless a handful of fans that don't. Baker tries to ignore this and waits for Striker to reach his feet. Once Striker is standing, Baker springboards into the ring and tries to send him crashing to the mat with a springboard crossbody! Striker steps forward and catches Baker in the air, shaking his head and immediately throwing him down to the mat with ease with a fallaway slam!
Baker rolls over toward the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Striker calmly watches him and waits until Baker is back on his feet. Once he is, Striker charges at him and tries to send Baker out to the floor with a clothesline! Unfortunately for him, Baker ducks down and pulls the ropes with him, sending Striker crashing out to the floor! The fans cheer as Baker steps out onto the apron and waits for Striker to pull himself back up to his feet, leaping off of the ropes and hitting the challenger with an Asai moonsault! Striker crashes to the floor as Baker pops up to his feet and calls for the fans to get loud--most of them listening!
Taj: Not only is Graham bringing a bit of excitement to this match, but he just turned things around!
America: He has been incredibly impressive at picking his spots and using Jacob's momentum against him!
Striker pulls himself back up to his feet as Baker rolls him into the ring. Striker wisely creates some space between himself and Baker. Graham waits on the apron for Striker to pull himself back up to his feet. Once Striker is standing, Baker springboards into the ring once again---this time sending Striker crashing to the mat with a springboard dropkick! Striker pulls himself back up to his feet slowly. Baker grabs Striker and tries to set him up for Ground Zero (double underhook tiger bomb)! Striker blocks the attempt and tosses Baker to the mat. He grabs Baker and powers him into the air, running with the champ toward the nearest turnbuckle and dropping him onto it with a snake-eyes!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Baker staggers around before Striker lifts him into the air and slams him to the mat with a thrust spinebuster! Striker drops down and hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Taj: Jacob thought he had it there!
Striker shakes his head and remains focused. He grabs Baker and drags him back up to his feet, pounding away on his back in an effort to wear the champ down. Striker then lifts Baker in the air, but Baker manages to free himself just in time. He bounces off of the ropes and waits for Striker to turn around before hitting Striker with a slingblade! Baker pauses for a moment before leaping in the air and landing on Striker with a double footstomp! Baker stomps away on Striker's head a few more times to try and keep him down on the mat before dragging Striker over to the nearby turnbuckle. He begins a slow climb to the top.
Taj: Graham might be looking to put this one away right here!
America: High risk gives high reward.
Baker pauses when he's at the top to steady himself. Just as he's about ready to leap off, Striker powers himself back up to his feet and lunges at the ropes to knock Baker off balance! Baker drops in pain and despite his efforts to pull himself back up to his feet. Striker begins to pound away on him with right hands. Baker tries to kick Striker away from him, but Striker grabs Baker and throws him down to the mat. Baker stumbles back up to his feet. Striker runs at him and takes his head off with a Satoshi Kojima-style Lariat!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Baker is motionless on the mat. Striker pulls Baker and up before dropping him back down with The Apocalypse (Emerald Flowsion)! Striker hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...and the NEW Pride of 1WM Champion...Jacob Striker!!!
America: Jacob Striker just did exactly what he said he'd do!
Taj: It was a great match from both of these men, but Jacob Striker's aggressive approach paid off!
Chis Slayton yanks the Pride title away from the referee and hands it to Striker. Jacob grabs the belt and holds it high in the air, receiving a relatively mixed response from the fans. Striker shakes his head slowly glaring down at Baker for just a moment before scoffing.
Coming December 2020
Legendary Main Event
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
"The Rematch"
Stasi Herveaux versus “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk ©
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
"The Rematch"
Stasi Herveaux versus “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk ©
Torres: The following is the Legendary Twelve main event! It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and it is for the ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!
”The Divine Infection” by Motionless In White begins to blast throughout the PA system of the arena as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the ravenous Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar riff echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area tugging on the bottoms of a black studded leather jacket atop her usual wrestling attire, being met by a sea of boos as her signature smirk is firmly upon her face. She changes her hands from the front to clasping behind her back as she slowly yet powerfully walks to the top of the ramp and once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy (both good and bad) coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as her smirk moves into a wide smile across her crimson lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp.
About halfway down, Stasi lowers her arms and swings them with determination as she continues to exude confidence more as she gets closer to the ring. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up and putting her back to the ropes, Stasi quickly removes the jacket and twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Pasadena, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….she is the challenger….STASI HERVEAUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Stasi getting a second chance at the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship after losing her composure at Legendary Nine when she quite possibly could have walked out with the title.
America: She definitely could have done that, Taj. Many forget that although Stasi talks a big game, she has only been in the sport for a solid three years. She is almost as much a rookie as our World Champ.
"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 KIRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades.
Taj: And here she is, Arley Kirk, looking to cap off a twelve month reign as the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion!
America: I got to give her credit, she has successfully defended the title and elevated it’s prestige. Tonight though might be the end of her run at the top dog around here.
DING DING DING!!!
Arley and Stasi start circling to their left as the crowd watches in anticipation. The two women walk towards each other and lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Arley and Stasi jockey for position, both women trying to take the advantage on the other. Arley takes a side headlock but Stasi elbows her in the gut to try and get loose. Arley grabs Stasi by the arm and steps behind for a hammerlock. Stasi reaches back for a snapmare but Arley shoves her off towards the ropes. Stasi runs to the ropes and springs off into a spinning crossbody. Arley catches Stasi and falls down but manages to roll through into a lateral press.
One…
Two…kickout!
Arley tries to get up and Stasi pulls her down into an inside cradle.
One…
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Arley grabs a side headlock and Stasi pulls her down into a schoolboy.
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Two…kickout!
Arley throws her feet up and hooks Stasi’s head, pulling down into a modified victory roll.
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Two...Stasi pulls Arley down onto her back.
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Two…kickout!
Arley rolls out and then hits a dropkick to the chest of the seated Stasi. The challenger goes down hard and Arley jumps on top for a cover, hooking the leg.
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Two…kickout!
Stasi hooks Arley and rolls her over into a crucifix pin.
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Two…kickout!
Taj: Arley looks like she’s on the ball tonight!
America: Unfortunately so does Stasi...
Taj: This has been an amazing back and forth so far to watch.
America: I know, and it makes me sick!
As they start to rise, Stasi delivers a reverse knife-edge chop to the chest.
Crowd: WOOO!!
Arley doubles over and Stasi delivers an elbow strike to the back of Arley’s neck. Arley falls to her knees and Stasi races to the ropes. She rebounds off and hits a two-footed dropkick to the face that knocks Arley onto her back. Stasi pops up and hits a standing senton bomb before rolling over into a cover, hooking the leg.
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Stasi pops up, jumps onto the ropes, and springs into a moonsault. Arley rolls out of the way and Stasi crashes to the mat face and chest first. Stasi clutches at her chest and Arley goes for a rolling cradle.
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Two…kickout!
As they get to their feet, Arley jumps into a superkick, nailing Stasi right in the face. Stasi goes down hard. Arley steps back by the ropes. Stasi starts up and Arley comes running in for a shining wizard. Arley rolls her over and covers.
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THRE...STASI GETS HER FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!
Arley pulls Stasi away from the ropes and covers her again.
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THRE...STASI GETS HER SHOULDER UP!!!
Stasi pulls Arley over into an inside cradle.
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THRE...ARLEY KICKS OUT!!!
Both women get to their feet. Stasi ducks under a clothesline attempt and takes a hammerlock with the other arm. Stasi attempts a ripcord elbow. Arley gets her arm up to block it and takes a glancing blow, staggering back to the ropes. Stasi rushes in and grabs her for a belly-to-belly suplex. Arley hits hard and Stasi stays down for the cover.
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THRE…ARLEY GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!
Taj: Now they’ve both managed to get out of a pin with the ropes.
America: It’s smart, minimal effort!
Taj: Did you really just call Stasi smart?
America: Oh God… I’m… oh God...
Stasi grinds her forearm into Arley’s throat. The referee starts to count her down for the disqualification.
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Stasi releases her grip and pounds Arley in the chest with a forearm shot. Stasi stands up, kicks at Arley and then drops an elbow before going for a cover.
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TH...ARLEY KICKS OUT!!!
Taj: That was so, so close!
Stasi pulls the World Champ up and punches Arley in the solar plexus. She then jumps into a guillotine headlock. Arley falls to her knees and grabs the ropes. The referee starts to count for the disqualification again.
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Stasi releases her grip and then rolls Arley over into a la magistral cradle.
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TH...ARLEY KICKS OUT!!!
America: Stasi has been maintaining her composure throughout so far. If she can continue she may actually be able to do what no other have done in twelve months, Taj.
They stand and Arley gets a knee to the midsection on Stasi. Arley hooks her for a DDT. Stasi grabs the ropes and Arley slips off as she tries to fall to the mat. Stasi drops a leg and covers again.
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Two…
THRE...ARLEY KICKS OUT!!!
Taj: This has been everything and more in a main event for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship! The Rematch has lived up to everything it has been touted to be!
America: You’re talking like it’s over, girl.
Arley rolls out to the floor and Stasi pops up to her feet. She grabs the top rope and starts to slingshot out to the floor. Arley dives into the ring through Stasi’s legs. Stasi starts to turn and Arley snaps off a superkick that sends Stasi stumbling back into the ropes. Arley jumps up into a twisting backstabber and then rolls over into Mexican stretch dragon sleeper!
Taj: It’s not often we see Arley resort to her ground game.
America: She’s tried everything else against Stasi and it’s failed so far.
Stasi grimaces and writhes in pain. Stasi reaches out and manages to grab the bottom rope. The referee starts to count Arley down.
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Arley pulls Stasi off the ropes, releases her grip, takes it back and rolls back over into the Mexican stretch dragon sleeper in the middle of the ring.
Taj: Arley has the submission locked on tight in the middle of the ring! I’m not sure Stasi can hang on!
America: That is a devastating submission move and Arley has it applied perfectly!
Stasi reaches up trying to pull the hands from her neck but soon fades and passes out in the hold. The referee checks on Stasi before finally calling for the bell.
Torres: Here is your winner AND STILL 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Arley Kirk!!!
Taj: ARLEY HAS DONE IT! ARLEY HAS VINDICATED THE BLEMISH ON HER RECORD AND IS STILL THE 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
America: Goddamn, can anyone beat this chick?!
Exhausted, Arley rolls away into a corner as Stasi is tended to by EMTs. The referee hands Arley her 1WM World Championship belt which she holds aloft in victory.
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