Post by Cedric Southern on Jan 31, 2021 22:17:52 GMT -8
The scene fades in to a silhouette of two people standing at the opening of a large room, the blinding light behind them accompanied only by the sound of screaming fans.
Man’s Voice: They say that when one door closes, another one opens. Yeah, I know it’s a tired cliché. It doesn’t make it any less true.
The door suddenly shuts, casting everything into darkness.
Woman’s Voice: Usually, the door presents itself right away. But sometimes...
The sound of the slamming door echoes through the void, then fades to silence. After a long pause, she continues.
Woman’s Voice: Sometimes, it can take a while….
Another pause.
Man’s Voice: We’re here.
The screen stays black for a moment, before fading back in on a tight shot of the passenger’s side door of a black convertible. The camera quickly zooms out to show a pair of long, slender legs clad in tight black leather stepping out of the car. As the car doors shut, the owner of the leather-clad legs begins to speak.
Woman: Yup, this is the place.
The man can be heard scoffing in the background as the camera pans toward the back door of Arena Mexico. A security guard is standing by the door, watching as the sound of footsteps approach. His eyes widen with surprise as he recognizes the pair.
Guard: (under his breath) ¿Damon y Aurora Graves? Pensé que se retiraron. (Damon and Aurora Graves? I thought they retired.)
The camera pans around to show the former multiple-time tag team champions, Aurora wearing a red top under a black motorcycle jacket and Damon wearing a black “Nightmare on Elm Street” t-shirt. Both of them have their eyes covered in black aviator sunglasses. As they approach the door, Aurora smiles at the guard and whips her sunglasses off.
Aurora Graves: Lo estábamos, pero ya no. (We were, but not anymore.)
Still surprised, the guard looks on, holding the door open as Aurora and Damon walk through. Once inside, the camera moves to position in front of the couple. Damon takes off his sunglasses and smirks as he stares into the camera. Aurora sees the gleam in his eye and clears her throat.
Aurora Graves: Ready to have some fun?
Damon chuckles at his wife as his eyebrow darts upward slightly.
Damon Graves: Oh, I’m ready. But the real question is, are these fuckers ready for US?
Aurora giggles, tossing her long blonde hair back as she shakes her head.
Aurora Graves: Remember, we’re just here to observe; get a feel for the other people here. No shenanigans.
Damon stops in his tracks as Aurora takes a couple of steps ahead. He slumps his shoulders and scoffs.
Damon Graves: Aw, come on! I’m always on my best behavior….
He moves to catch up to Aurora, who rolls her eyes as she sighs.
Aurora Graves: YOUR best behavior? That’s what I’m afraid of.
Damon moves in front of Aurora, putting his hands on her shoulders as he looks into her eyes. He arches his eyebrow again, his emerald green eyes gazing into her blue eyes in a disarming smolder.
Damon Graves: Is this the face of a man that came here to stir shit up?
Aurora fights it, but eventually a smile forces its way onto her face. It quickly shifts to a playful smirk as she shakes her head.
Aurora Graves: Yeah, yeah. Tonight, we watch. The REAL fun is yet to come….
Her eyes narrow as she gives the camera a mischievous smile. The pair walk off as the scene fades out.
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY THIRTEEN “GUERRA DE LAS LEYENDAS”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: Mexico City, Mexico, we are here! It’s been years since I’ve been in this wonderful city and being back here this weekend has brought back fond memories.
Taj: Well 1WM memories are going to be made tonight as we have an action packed show in store.
Suddenly there is a HUGE pop from the Mexico City crowd as the 1tron pops up with a scene from backstage.
Taj: This Mexico crowd knows who this is! Say what you want about Arley Kirk, but she really does know how to dive and flip around the way these people like it!
America: Is she a wrestler or is our World Champion just a glorified trapeze artist? Because this isn't One Circus Movement, Taj!
Arley had been slipping on her kneepads and lacing up her boots as the camera strolled on in through the open locker room door, and there's another POP as AK looks up from what she's doing and mouths 'thank you' then blows the fans a kiss before finishing up with her boots.
Arley Kirk: YUH, Mehico!!!!!!
Crowd: YUH, GRRRRRL!!!!
Arley couldn't look more pleased as her catchphrase is spat back at her from the fans in such a way that it seems as though it makes the walls vibrate.
Arley Kirk: I'm SO f…
Arley stops short as there's a big pop for Mari who pokes her head around the door and knocks as she enters.
Mari Moon: Well if it isn't young Arlia..
Arley Kirk: Ah Ah. Arley will do, Mari! Come on in!
Mari nods and she starts to step into the room, yet there is a mixed reaction as Arley's brother Lash rudely barges into the room, just about knocking Mari on her behind in the process before snarling and then kicking the metal trash can across the room. It narrowly misses Arley who looks completely taken aback.
Arley Kirk: Lash, what the f..
Lash Donohue: SHUT UP, BITCH. You talk too much as it is!!
Mari slowly backs away and out of the room with the 'oh dear' look on her face.
Crowd: BOOOOOOO…
TAmerica: What's up dreadlocks' ass tonight? I….I like it!
Arley is wearing a definite angry scowl, yet she is rendered speechless. Lash sneers as he advances on her slowly.
Taj: Of course you would like it.
Arley Kirk: Hey! You! Calm down and...
There is a surprised rabble from the fans as Lash scoops Arley up by the lapels of her spiky jacket and slams her back first against the locker. A pained expression crosses AK's face as she reaches for the back of her head, which he also slammed into the locker.
Lash Donohue: I TOLD YOU to shut up, you dumb bitch!
With the words 'dumb' and 'bitch', the back of Arley's head twice more meets the locker. Mexico City really isn't happy about this, and their raucous booing is growing louder by the second.
Lash Donohue: Now, you listen to me and you listen to me good. I am sick and I am TIRED of you, Arley! SICK AND TIRED! You wanna know WHY? Well. I'ma TELL you why! You're fake as press on nails going around here acting like some kinda beacon of virtue! You have more skeletons in your closet than any of us!
Arley's eyes widen in confusion and also shock, as Lash throws a hard right at the locker. Lash deliberately only just missed out on putting the sizeable locker dent that he created into his sister's face before he presses his forehead against hers, tearing into her once more.
Lash Donohue: You're gonna lead us? HAH. Yeah straight to the unemployment lines, you fraud! You self interested twat! You freakin' travesty!
Lash had been shoving Arley into the locker repeatedly throughout, and she had finally had her fill. With an ear shattering scream, Arley wrenches herself from his grasp and Lash falls down HARD on the concrete as she jumps up and delivers a solid headbutt right up and under his chin!
Taj: I believe they call that the Lake Fenton kiss.
The crowd lose their minds as Lash shakes off the cobwebs and he grins through the blood which freely flows from his mouth. Before he even knows it, Arley has pounced and seized him in a full nelson, sitting on his back and pressing his face into the concrete!
Arley Kirk: Lashy. Lashy. Lashy. Tsk tsk tsk. Look what you made me do!
There's a grunt from Lash as Arley gently bounces his head off the floor before letting him back up. Lash looks embarrassed as he dusts himself off and warily stands.
Arley Kirk: Listen, I think it's a really good idea if you pick a direction and fakk, y'know? It's for the greater good. You have a HUGE match ahead of you. As do I. You keep this shiz up, and Morgy is gonna give you a taste of the place you're goin' when your life is done for. Frankly, as much as I want you to bring that MultiUniversal strap home to One Wrestle, I hope she fries your ass beyond recognition tonight. I hope she destroys you with the thing you love so much. I hope that you fakkin' take something away from it. But my hopes are fleeting..go on, what do you want? A hug? Beat it!
The angry grimace on Lash's face oddly subsides as Arley speaks.
Lash Donohue: Awww. Thanks sis! I can always count on you! And same back atcha. I hope my boy Jakey tips your head off like it's a gotdang cocktail onion and proceeds to kick it around the arena before he embarasses the useless husk that's left, ONE TWO THREE. He's the Pride champion. Nobody's freakin' proud of YOU!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!!
A growl builds up in Arley's throat as Lash speaks, before she finally lets out another ear piercing shriek and hurls a 6lb dumbbell.
Crowd: WOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!
If Lash hadn't ducked out of the way arrogantly and bolted off down the hall, Morgan Payne would not have a challenger.
Arley Kirk: It's damn near impossible to say this about my own flesh and blood, but FAKK every part of that guy!!
This is met with a cheer which sounds as though Mexico very much agrees.
Arley Kirk: He's got one good point in the whole clusterfakk that he's gone and created. Jacob Striker, my opponent for tonight, is the Pride of 1WM champion. He also holds the PWN tag titles with my idiot of a brother. I'll never, ever take his accomplishments from him. Jacob has done some crazy things in his time as champion, and he will go down in history as one of the originals and one of the best. However...
Arley reaches up and retrieves her 1WM World title from the top of the locker. She places it over her shoulder and straightens up her entrance jacket with a grin.
Arley Kirk: This right here? It don't get more OG than this, Jakey. You're up against the gal who has been here since day ONE. Three hundred and ninety seven days. Fourteen defences. No sign of slowing down. In fact, I'm getting faster than ever.
America: Watching her wrestle gives me a headache! She makes my eyes move around entirely too much!
Arley Kirk: Can you move like this one can, Jake? Can you keep up with it? Will you give everything in your being in order to do so? Are you gonna get dragged under the wheels of this supercharged beast?
Arley grins genuinely as she pats the plate of her belt heartily.
Arley Kirk: The suicide blonde. It says it all, Jake. I will damn near shuffle off this mortal coil if it means I get my hand raised at the end of this battle of the champions, and you don't wanna be that guy on the mat when the Coyote takes flight! It's hazardous for your health. Catch ya out there, buddy.
The fans POP one last time as Arley winks and pats the camera as she shuffles past and out of sight.
Taj: Well there you have it!
America: Jacob Striker! Arley Kirk! Main event! Champion versus champion, and it's happening tonight!
The scene fades and the broadcast flips to a commercial.
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A video suddenly pops up onto the screen as the Mexican audience all turn their heads toward the screen. A loud gasp comes across the crowd as Dustin Holt appears on the screen. He appears to be standing in front of three other people.
Dustin Holt: 1MW, your world will soon be turned upside down. The Hardcore Legend himself as decided to grace you pathetic souls with his presence. The itch for competition was just too much and now a new land has risen for me to conquer. The Dog Pound will take control of the tag team division while my niece will prove her prowess in the ring. Don’t worry, I will bash brains in equally. No one is safe for we are coming. You have been warned.
They all laugh as the video fades to black.
Taj: Yet another tag team set to join an already bustling division in 1WM.
America: On top of that Dustin Holt and his niece are coming in too. 2021 is going to be super hot!
Taj: Well our first match of the night will be Taren Smoak taking on her longtime friend and guest of 1WM, Jess Anderson.
America: Who?
The two friends start off the match with a friendly handshake before locking up in the center of the ring. Jess’ more experience over Taren comes into play as she scoots around and locks her arms around Taren’s waist from behind. She goes for a backstabber but Taren manages to hold onto the ropes, causing Jess to crash backward all by her lonesome. Jess is quickly back up to her feet but Taren is waiting for her, hitting a back kick before executing an enziguri that sends Jess stumbling into the corner. Taren quickly marches over to Jess who tries to fight back, hitting Taren with a number of forearms that causes the Canadian-born beauty to back up a few steps. Jess is then successful at hitting Taren with a spinning heel kick before going for a cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Taren gets the shoulder up just after the two count and the visible frustration shows on Jess’ face as Taren’s wife Nicole cheers her on from ringside.
America: It’s been a good match so far but who in the hell is Jess Anderson? I just looked at the 1WM website and there isn’t a thing on there about her.
Taj: Jess is the longtime friend of Taren. The two have always wanted to face each other in their times in wrestling but for whatever reason the stars have never aligned until now.
Jess pulls Taren up to her feet by the wrist, mutters something to her, and then runs to the ropes for added momentum. But as she meets back up with Taren, she’s hit with a uraken. Taren then follows this up with Raincouver (guillotine choke DDT into mounted forearm smashes)! Nicole erupts and stands banging her hands on the apron as Taren waits for Jess to get up. Jess only gets up to a knee before Taren charges forward once again, hitting Vancity Babe 2 (somersault cutter) before scrambling for the pin.
Torres: Here is your winner… TAREN SMOAK!
Nicole slides into the ring as Taren helps Jess up to her feet. The three friends hug in the center of the ring before Taren’s hands are raised by both Nicole and Jess.
Taj: Taren with a huge solo win tonight here at Legendary Thirteen!
America: Yeah, yeah, but who the hell is Jess Anderson?!
We go into an undisclosed location within the Arenas Mexico, the venue hosting One Wrestling Movement’s Legendary 13. There is a desk with an ashtray sitting off to the side. There’s a plate of spaghetti and meatballs with a fork sticking up from the middle. There’s a picture in the shape of New Jersey, colored to match the Italian National Flag hanging above a seat that is turned around. Seconds after we pan in, the chair turns around to see a young blonde woman wearing a fedora with her hair slicked back, a navy blue pin striped suit jacket, and a half smoked cigar hanging from her cherry red lips. She looks at the camera, stone faced as she raises a hand up in front of her.
Skye Devereux: I’m gonna make her an offer she can’t refuse…
Skye says this in a very raspy, deep voice as she drags from the large cigar, letting the smoke waft out from her mouth slowly.
Skye Devereux: Revenge is a dish best served cold. I don’t know what I’m revenging, but it doesn’t change the fact.
Skye kicks her foot up on the desk as she waves the smoke around, taking a sniff of it and smiling before returning to “character”.
Skye Devereux: I have a sentimental weakness for my children and I spoil them, as you can see. They talk when they should listen.
Skye leans back in the chair, showing off the leggings that match the color of the jacket almost perfectly. She pulls the cigar from her lips and holds it out to the side. She doesn’t break the voice as she continues.
Skye Devereux: Tonight, I make my debut against Camilla Morricone. We get to test each other’s mettle. Find out what we’re both made of. You see, after next week, it ain’t about me. I got everything to prove, but nothing really to lose.
Skye continues moving the cigar around, but she no longer keeps the “voice” up. She returns to her normal sort of raspy voice with that southern twang.
Skye Devereux: Cami’s got her hands full next week. Just because I got nothing to lose doesn’t mean I’m not gonna come at her with everything I got. Tonight is about introducing myself, giving you a taste of what I’m all about. I’m here to have a good time, and that means everything from having a little fun at my opponent’s expense, picking up W’s, rebounding from L’s, and leaving it all out in the ring.
Skye puts the cigar down in the ashtray. She keeps her legs up on the desk.
Skye Devereux: I’m not gonna go about gloating. Back home in Tulsa, it just ain’t how we do things. I’m gonna let my performances speak for themselves. I’m gonna do my best to entertain the crowd. And next week, I’m gonna do my best not to take a bullet to the heart for what I’m gonna do to Cami. I’m gonna take it as the ultimate honor to do my duty as a curtain jerker so that I can earn my spot here in 1WM. I’m gonna give myself something to lose so that I push myself to be better, and that all starts in WIsconsin next week.
Skye brings her feet down from the desk and scoots her chair in. She looks back at the camera.
Skye Devereux: What? Did ya think the spaghetti was an assault on Italian culture? No. I was just getting ready to eat dinner. Can I get some privacy here?
Skye waves the camera off as they move along, allowing her to start slurping spaghetti noodles.
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Taj: Mexico City really doesn't seem to have much love for the Connellys!
America: They don’t care much for the Shinigami Foundation either!
The crowd is on edge quickly for the beginning of this encounter as we see Alex Slayer start things off against Kylie Connelly, while Belmont tangles with Henderson who quickly lays into Belmont with a knife edge chop and a European uppercut. Slayer is quick to get the headlock takedown on Connelly and to try to proceed into the camel clutch to work the neck, yet Connelly uses her ingenuity to flip Slayer over onto his back and reel him into a sneaky victory roll pin!
One…
Two...
Taj: Kylie nearly taking it home in the opening minute!
Slayer is able to break free and rolls through before trying to nail Connelly with a basement dropkick, but she manages to 'splits' her way out of it and catches Slayer on the way through, reeling him into a roll up with a clear handful of tights, Mexico City really voicing their disapproval this time!
Taj: Yet another pinning predicament!
One...
Two...Alex roars with anger as he breaks out!
Alex mounts and pummels Kylie with repeated MMA style strikes about the head and body which she has no answer for. Henderson has been in control of Belmont the whole time this has been going on, laying into him with brutal and methodical strikes.
Slayer hauls Connelly to her feet and goes for the Irish whip, Connelly reverses! Belmont goes on a bit of a tear when he manages to catch a closed fist from Henderson and he drills her with his own barrage of strikes before attempting an Irish whip, yet Henderson reverses and sends him crashing into his own partner!
America: That's a predicament you DON'T wanna be in, Alex!
Henderson drills Slayer with a running corner clothesline and the fans BOOO as she and Kylie take turns laying into Slayer with kicks and stomps in the corner. The ref finally manages to get line on this and breaks it up. Connelly, furious, turns around and nails Belmont with a discus lariat, laying him out. Henderson in control, and a delayed cradle suplex out of the corner sees Alex land awkwardly and Angelita look right at David Belmont as she moves in to lock him up in La Llorana. David is about to bum rush her for the assist but there's no need as Alex is able to sweep her onto her backside.
America: Not so fast!
Henderson catches the foot of Slayer and this leaves him hobbling on one foot for a second before she tries to seize him in La Llorana again but Alex Slayer is able to enziguri his way free! After enduring a barrage of Connelly's abuse, David Belmont once more catches a hard shot and he lets out a raucous laugh as he reels her into a ripcord clothesline and then lets out a roar as he makes a beeline for Henderson as she's getting up.
Taj: Look at David GO! Clothesline to Henderson! Connelly eats one too! Henderson getting the sneaky go behind on Belmont! Wait! BOOM! Front flip snapmare driver!
The crowd cheers as they see Henderson hit the deck but it's short lived as Connelly runs in and swings him around and drills Belmont with the Extreme Injection, throwing Henderson on top as she dispatches Slayer with a superkick out of nowhere! Cover!
One...
Two…
THR...KICK OUT!
America: What's it gonna take to keep these guys down?!
Taj: A hell of a lot more than The Connelly Twins would have ever thought!
Henderson sits up with a mixture of fury and exhaustion, and Kylie looks as though she is having a tantrum, taking it all out on Alex Slayer as she looks fit to stomp the poor man to death on the mat! Henderson knows what she has to do. Slowly, she grimaces as she hauls Belmont up with a handful of hair and gives the signal before setting him up.
America: FATAL FLA..
The crowd is on its feet as Belmont wriggles free and lands on his feet. They cheer some more as they see Belmont whip Henderson into the corner, sending her crashing into Connelly who is sent flying between the ropes to the outside.
Taj: Henderson falls to her knees! HARVESTER OF SORROW! Belmont with the cover!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match by pinfall - David Belmont and Alex Slayer - THE SHHHHHINIGAAAAMI FOOOOOUNDAAATIOONNN!
Taj: Big team win for David and Alex!
We go to the back where Griffin is waiting, he sits by the wall dressed in black leather pants and a Slash T-Shirt. He cracks his neck a little before speaking.
Griffin Hawkins: So...the time has finally arrived. Tonight we crown a new number one contender. This is a Battle Royale where it's every person for themselves just for the ring to become the one to face Arley Kirk. Heh....I must say....a chance like this don't come around very often. Ever since I got here I've been thrashing dudes left and right, wanting to get my first taste of gold...and now as I look in front of me, it's all coming to a fruition. It seems as if the Metal Gods are smiling upon me, because if I play my cards right, it could be me and Arley for that belt. But I'm not gonna get cocky...no no...that's not me. Because I know I got a hard night ahead of me. This match is anyone's ball game...anyone could win this, no matter who you are. But what I see is a chance to slam dance with the biggest and the baddest 1WM has to offer.
He strokes his chin a little as he continues.
Griffin Hawkins: In this, I run into an old buddy of mine. Solomon Monster...heh heh..it's as if we're destined to do this for ages huh? You continued to keep telling me..seek life elsewhere Pup...well how does it feel to get your ass kicked by a Pup? Because last time you overlooked me thinking you're just going to go through me so easily on your way to taking out Stanton...I proved otherwise when I laid your ass out. You overlooked me, but that's always been your problem Solomon..you overlook everybody. Why? Because you don't like this generation...probably because you're jealous that this crop of talent is passing you by while you are obsolete...a tired old has been...no..a tired old never was that has to pick fights with people better than you just to cover up your failures and inadequacies. You're running around starting fires and starting wars that you don't need to fight...focusing too much on Coda and Ursula when you should be focused on this Battle Royale. Because I am looking to toss your big ass over the ropes...and trust me, you can't afford to overlook me again, because just like last time, you may end up flat on your back while my arms are raised. You don't like me? Good...because after this Battle Royal, you're gonna hate me more than ever after I hand you another embarrassing loss in the win loss column. I guess you might as well call me The Monster Slayer. So Solomon...I'm begging you..take me lightly..overlook me again...because that will make this victory all the more sweeter.
He continues on with his hand in his pockets.
Griffin Hawkins: Anthony Cross....another one who's got his eyes on the prize.....and apparently other women who aren't his wife on Social media...but that's a different story altogether. He is part of the Stanton Enterprise brand which is pretty much a thing of the past here in 1WM. Classic case of billion dollar talent and a ten cent brain...believing just because he's being represented by some pissant who tosses insults from afar but never to anyone's face that he's guaranteed to win. But Anthony..you can be represented by the Queen of England in this battle royale and it wouldn't make a difference. I'll give you one thing Anthony, you are an impressive sight. I've been in the ring with you before and you definitely can bring it. But having muscles and brute strength can only get you far my dude. Because this is a contest where if you hit the floor..you hit the showers. Hell..usually the biggest man in the rumble goes first because everybody makes sure to get rid of him first when they all throw him out. That size big man makes you a target...but who's to say we all won't throw you out. All it would take is one kick from me...and out you go. My advice, watch your ass.
He smiles a little before moving on to the next opponent.
Griffin Hawkins: And then there's the second client of Joshua Samson. She wants to become the Number One contender, why? Because in her mind..she deserves it. Bianca Davis..the self proclaimed Queen Bee of 1WM. By looking at you Bianca...its easy to see what I'm dealing with. See Bianca, I don't know you personally...but I know your type. I've actually grown up around people of your ilk...rich, spoiled, entitled, thinking the world should just roll over and hand you everything on a silver platter. Something tells me that you never heard the world no ever in your life...so I'm gonna say it to you now. Are you gonna win this Battle Royale? No. Because as good as you think you are, there are people in this far better than you...and it wouldn't be a surprise if you got eliminated early. Who knows, I may end up throwing you out myself and watching you throw a temper tantrum like a child. All the money in the world is not gonna buy you a win in this Bianca. Come up against me...and you're gonna be bankrupt.
He paces back and forth, thinking on the impending battle.
Griffin Hawkins: Jenn Drew...an old friend. You and me...we've been friends for over a decade. You and me and your family have gotten along well, I even was in the same companies as your sister. We all have been up and down the road together day and night talking about why we wanted to do this in the first place. And now...here we are on the brink of making history. You and me know what's at stake here. And if I don't win it...I hope it's you. But I'm just not gonna step aside and let you take it...I have to do what I have to do.
After a sigh, he smooths his hair back.
Griffin Hawkins: Doukeki and I have sort of bonded in the last year. Both of us left that joke of a company and found our way here. Even back when we were in the same company together..I can see in your eyes you wanted to be on top of the Mountain Doukeki...you want to be known as the best in the industry today. 15 Years under your belt is proof that you are indeed the toughest the sport has to offer. Now, you and I are no longer tag partners...but potential rivals for the right to fight Arley for the World Heavyweight Title. You know I have the upmost respect for you, but business is business...and if I gotta toss you over the ropes....I'm gonna do it. May the best athlete win.
He looks straight at the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: Friends...foes...it doesn't matter to me. Every man and woman for themselves to secure a title shot against Arley. No one knows who its gonna be....but it's just a matter of time before we crown a new number one contender. And if its me....Arley better be ready. Because somebody is gonna get rocked.
He puts his shades on before walking off.
Torres: The following is a HANDICAP MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
Turquoise fog pours onto the stage and down the aisle as the growling tones of Angela Gossow starts to play over the arena’s sound system. “Under Black Flags We March” by Arch Enemy assaults the senses with thunderous, brutal guitar riffs and heavy drum thuds! Four columns of pyrotechnic spark fountains explode from both sides of the stage to the music’s beat while the spotlight backdrop silhouettes Coda and Ursula’s contrasting body types at the center. The powerhouse of the two marches forward with rippling muscles and heavy stomps while her wiry opposite glides with light steps down the aisle bellowed with dyed mist. The two share a knowing glance as the Mexico City crowd cheers the unlikely duo, their bodies starting to move in unison.
Ursula shows off what her physique can do when she leaps onto the apron from ringside only to be met by Coda who climbed the steel steps. In matching ring gear colors, the smallest of the two elegantly climbs through the ropes while the New Mexican strongwoman steps over the top with little exertion. Gesturing to the cheers of her people, Von Rossbach raises her arms in a V-shape, fists clenched with one leg crossed in front of the other. After a pause, the shorter Coda stands in front of her with an outstretched open hand to the crowd with her other hand closed at her extended arm’s elbow, her stance wide with her legs apart. The lights return to their typical 1WM Legendary fare, and the two politely grab microphones from the ringside crew.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Buenas tardes, fans de 1WM. Estamos ante ustedes esta noche, en la Ciudad de México, para buscar venganza por la atroz interferencia de nuestro oponente, Solomon Monster.
Mexico City roars with approval for the woman billed from roughly a thousand miles away! It’s clear the Spanish speakers among them are especially appreciative. Ursula walks towards the ropes, allowing her grip to trail along the steel cables wrapped in rubber hose encasings as she walks around her stage.
Ursula Von Rossbach: This fool not only had the arrogance to butt into our affairs and cost myself and Ms. Coda an opportunity for advancement, but he chose to stand before two of the most polished competitors in the 1WM locker room. Two individuals who, in their own unique and highly specialized ways, are experts in the anatomy of human destruction.
With a nod, the Korean-American’s attention shifts to the audience after she clears her throat into the crook of her elbow.
Coda: It is true. The reason given was insufficient as well. He attempted to call our match at Glory #8 a “farce” because there were no surface-level stakes. Ridiculous!
The Lady Terminator hooks an arm behind her back, stopping to turn towards her animated teammate with dignity and intelligence.
Ursula Von Rossbach: The only farce in this entire affair was the reason he had given. At best, it was a weak reasoning, and at worst, it was an excuse to place himself before the cameras at the expense of we, the alleged “younger blood” of professional wrestling.
Coda adjusts her surgical face mask of the night, assuring the elastic straps around the ears haven’t been undone underneath her long dark brown hair while Ursula burpees down into a pushup position. Once she hit the rep, she’s back to her feet with a jump! While her partner talks, she continues the cycle as a warmup.
Coda: Solomon allowed his hatred for Leo to cloud his judgment when he could have waited until the match was through. How ironic, yes? He speaks of the younger generation with such disdain, yet he embodies the traits most often associated with millennials!
Now back to her feet, the brawny woman doesn’t look out of breath in the slightest. Even still, she listened to all Coda said, too.
Ursula Von Rossbach: He thinks he knows best, like any entitled twit. I demanded a match against the fool, and he counterproposed a handicap offering against myself and Ms. Coda. It is an insult to our ability and a sign of severe arrogance and ignorance on his part. For that, we shall gladly make him suffer a steep penalty for it.
Ursula drops down into a pushup position once more, this time quietly asking Coda to sit on her back. After a little hesitation, the Seoul Samurai does just that with crossed legs. After a couple of pushups, Von Rossbach opts to use one arm as the neurodivergent fan favorite speaks into her microphone.
Coda: I would have much preferred a one-on-one contest as well, but if we are to do this together, we will forge an unstoppable alliance, the likes of which 1WM has never seen!
Coda lowers her microphone so it’s near her partner’s mouth, all the while still lifted and lowered while the pushups continue.
Ursula Von Rossbach: And one that few, if any, will be able to match.
The ruckus audience shouts and applauds the idea of the two becoming an official tag team! Coda stands and bows humbly while Ursula hops back to her feet with a brief smile.
Coda: Must we talk about The Headhunters?
Ursula Von Rossbach: Indeed. It would certainly seem that they are just as likely to either go against their fellow comrade’s wishes or be acting secretly for his wishes. A likely tactic would be to distract me in some manner while Solomon focuses on who he believes to be the weaker link. However, I know differently, and so too shall he soon learn if that is the approach he takes, my deadly little friend.
Ursula brings her attention to the nearest camera, staring into it with a modicum of intensity and determination. In the background, Coda has perched herself onto the top of the turnbuckle with legs crossed as she happily fidgets with the straps of her forearm guards.
Ursula Von Rossbach: The greatest error that our foe has made is assuming I fear anything or anyone. In this assumption, you have made your final, fatal mistake. I assure you, Solomon, that there is no aspect of you I find intimidating in the slightest. When compared against the brutality of life and the challenges I have faced long before ever meeting you, at best, you are an obstacle that I intend fully to overcome. If I must do so with a partner, then at least I stand beside someone who has earned my respect.
She turns back to face Coda, offering her a small smile. She receives a grin in return as Coda tightens her forearm guard’s strap and hops off the turnbuckle with excitement!
Coda: The feeling is mutual. Now be quiet. It is almost time.
Ursula gives her teammate a confused look but Coda is visibly oblivious to her facial reaction. Instead, she looks at the camera close-up, her jovial look giving way to an intimidating stoicism.
Coda: We... will... fight!!!
America: I really, really hate her catchphrase…
Taj: It’s quite catchy, America.
"Godzilla" by Eminem hits the arena sound system as Solomon appears at the top of the ramp. He smirks as he makes his way down to the ring.
Taj: If this was anyone else, you'd assume that being in a handicap match would be as unfair as it gets.
America: Yeah, but...this isn't anyone else that we're talking about! It's Solomon.
Taj: And that's a scary thought.
Ursula and Coda both look at each other and nod. Suddenly, they both focus their attention on Solomon much to the delight of the fans.
Taj: Coda and Ursula aren't going to waste any time in getting things started!
America: Honestly, that's probably a good idea!
The two women immediately step toward Solomon and begin to alternate hitting him with hard right hands. Blow after blow connects with the big guy as Solomon stumbles back. Once he reaches the ropes, Ursula and Coda both look at one another and nod. They grab hold of Solomon and shoot him across the ring. Ursula and Coda step toward the middle of the ring and wait for Solomon to come back on the rebound. They both lift him into the air for a double back body drop, Solomon hitting the mat hard! He tries to pull himself back up to his feet, with Ursula charging at him to keep the momentum going. Solomon steps forward and hits Ursula in the mouth with a hard right hand that sends her staggering back. Solomon then charges at Coda and tries to hit her as well---only to walk into a dropkick! Solomon stumbles back from the impact. Ursula powers the big man into the air and slams him down with a Samoan drop that gets quite a few cheers from the fans in attendance!
Taj: Would you look at that teamwork?!
America: This isn't fair! And when the referee finally takes control of this match...it's going to spell trouble for Ursula and Coda! Just you wait!
The referee looks at both Coda and Ursula, demanding that one of them step out onto the apron so that the match can actually begin. Ursula and Coda both look at one another. Ursula steps out onto the apron so that Coda can get things started. Once Solomon makes it back up to his feet, the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Almost immediately, Coda runs across the ring and begins to hit Solomon in the chest with a series of chops.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Blow after blow connects as Coda tries to wear down the big man. Solomon responds by turning and blasting Coda in the mouth with an elbow shot. He follows it up with a second as Coda nearly falls to the mat. Solomon grabs hold of Coda and pulls the Seoul Samurai in toward him. Solomon hoists Coda onto his shoulders and runs forward, slamming Coda to the mat with a powerslam! Instead of covering, Solomon grabs hold of Coda and drags her back to her feet.
Taj: What are you supposed to do when you're in the ring with someone that can throw you around like that?!
America: You keep on fighting, Taj...it's that simple. You just keep on fighting and hope that Solomon makes a mistake!
Solomon hits Coda with a throat thrust that sends her staggering back to the ropes. Coda slumps against them for a moment before charging out of the corner and trying to switch the momentum to her side. She hits Solomon with a forearm smash, but Solomon remains on his feet. He practically dares Coda to try again. Coda obliges without much hesitation, but unfortunately for her, Solomon steps forward and sends Coda crashing to the mat with a swinging side slam! Solomon once again grabs Coda to drag her back up to her feet.
Taj: Solomon has made it very clear that he's going to enjoy this match!
America: As he should! I’m wondering when we’ll see the arrival of Erick St. John?
Taj: It has never been confirmed by Solomon or ESJ if ESJ was going to be involved in this match.
America: Yeah, you’re right. It’ll be at the end of the match. That makes sense.
Taj: What?! I never said that.
While Coda groggily tries to keep herself upright, Solomon bounces off of the ropes and tries to line himself up with Coda for a big boot! Coda just barely ducks underneath the kick and begins to pick up a bit of speed herself---bouncing off of the ropes and catching the back of Solomon's knee with a chop block! The impact sends Solomon to a knee. Coda bounces off of the ropes again and catches Solomon in the mouth with a shining wizard! Coda immediately begins to pound away on Solomon with a series of right hands! The fans cheer loudly, though Solomon throws Coda off! He pulls himself back up to his feet and tries to power Coda up onto his shoulders. Coda gets a thumb into Solomon's eye, causing him to put Coda down on the mat! Coda bounces off of the ropes and throws herself at Solomon, sending the big man crashing to the mat. Once again, Coda begins to throw lefts and rights at Solomon's face, stopping only when the referee comes and pulls her off!
Taj: These fans are LOVING this!
Solomon drags himself back up to his feet. Coda runs and blasts Solomon with a knee strike that sends him staggering. Coda then grabs hold of Solomon and pulls him in for a neckbreaker. Solomon powers Coda out of the way and turns around, hitting her with a big boot! Coda stumbles back to her corner of the ring before falling through the ropes. Ursula tags herself into the match just before Coda hits the floor.
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
America: Dumbest….catchphrase...ever….
Solomon glares out at Coda as Ursula steps into the ring and charges at Solomon, hitting him with ____! Ursula glares at Solomon, who stumbles but doesn't hit the mat. Ursula grabs hold of Solomon and tries to power him into the air. Solomon fights his way out of Ursula's grasp. He grabs Ursula by the throat and tries to set her up for a chokeslam. Ursula kicks Solomon in the knee to knock him away before pulling Solomon in. Ursula drives her knee into Solomon's ribs to set him up for a butterfly suplex but Solomon powers out and shoves Ursula away!
Taj: These are two of the most powerful wrestlers in 1WM today!
America: They know how to hit hard and it shows!
Ursula recovers and charges at Solomon, only to get sent crashing to the mat with a clothesline! Ursula pulls herself back up to her feet as Solomon goes to bounce off of the ropes. Coda notices and gets her knee into Solomon's back to send him staggering. Solomon turns around and glares at Coda, only to have Ursula hit him in the back of the head with a clubbing blow! Coda pulls down on the ropes as Ursula sends Solomon crashing out to the floor!
Taj: Coda and Ursula are making a formidable team.
America: And NOW would be the perfect time for Erick to come out here to even things up!
Ursula steps out to the floor to meet with Solomon and immediately begins to pound away on him with right hands, trying to wear him down. Solomon starts fighting back. Ursula responds by ramming Solomon's face into the ring post! The Monster, now busted open, stumbles around from the impact. Ursula lines up with him and tries to blast him into the crowd with a clothesline. Solomon responds by launching into the air and sending him into the timekeeper!
Taj: Did you ever get the feeling that the referee isn't going to be able to get control of a match...?
America: This is totally unfair! Solomon still has to take part in the battle royale tonight! WHERE IN THE HELL IS ERICK ST. JOHN?!
Coda spins him around and tries to hit Solomon in the chest with a chop!
Crowd: WOOO!
Coda tries to follow it up with a second but Solomon throws Coda off and into the steel steps! Trying to wipe the dripping blood from his face, Solomon grabs Ursula, puts her onto his shoulders, and sends her through the announce table with ____!
Taj: ARE YOU OKAY, AMERICA?!
America: URSULA’S BIG BODY WRECKED OUR TABLE!
The fans gasp as Ursula lies in the wreckage of the table. Solomon glares down at her and shakes his head...only to turn around and have Coda throw a steel chair at his profusely bleeding head!
Taj: Normally, that would be it...
America: It seems like Coda disagrees!
Coda grabs the chair off of the floor and BLASTS Solomon in the head with another shot! The impact sends Solomon stumbling around before he crashes into the steel steps! Solomon doubles over for a moment. Coda takes advantage of the opening to hit him in the back with another chair shot! Solomon doubles over the steps. Coda grabs Solomon by the head and plants him on the stairs with a DDT!
Taj: Solomon has taken several headshots so far in this match. That can’t surely bode well for him.
America: Of course it doesn’t, Taj. This was all an elaborate plan on Coda’s and Ursula’s part to weaken Solomon and increase the already slim chance of Griffin Hawkins winning the battle royale later tonight!
She glares down at The Monster for a brief moment before making a cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Coda immediately goes over to check on Ursula.
Torres: The winners of this match...Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach!
Taj: Coda is NOT a happy woman right now...
America: Where in the hell is Erick St. John?! The Headhunters?! This is some bullsh….
As the returns from an advertisement the crowd is loud and hyped up from an exciting night of action so far. There is a buzz among the fans as they get ready for more 1WM action. An unfamiliar theme song begins to play as two men walk out onto the stage. As the spotlight sweeps through the crowd and comes to rest on them, we see that it is none the masked El Leon Dorado and Moctezuma, two local luchador heroes!
Taj: El Leon Dorado ad Moctezuma are here!
America: Well El Leon has been advertised to be here all month, Taj.
The two men wave to the crowd as they cheer their local favorites on. The luchadores make their way down to the ring and climb in and continue to wave to the fans. After a few seconds, Moctezuma goes over and retrieves a microphone from ringside. He smiles as he addresses the crowd.
Moctezuma: Welcome! Welcome! Hello ladies and gentlemen! Is everyone enjoying the amazing wrestling we have witnessed tonight, yeah?
The crowd cheers!
Moctezuma: Now some of you may know me and my masked friend here, others probably do not. For those seeing us for the first time, my name is Moctezuma. I am a former luchador who has now switched over to life behind the announcing table. This man here is El Leon Dorado!
The crowd cheers!
Moctezuma: This man is a local superstar! He has traveled around with every major promotion here in Mexico and has been dazzling the fans with his lucha skills for years. Together, we represent a brand new lucha libre promotion called Eternal Lucha! Eternal Lucha is looking to bring back the glory and traditions of the past. We want to bring lucha libre back to its roots and show the world that lucha is one of the most exciting, breath-taking styles of wrestling around!
The crowd cheers! The two men look around and soak in the positive energy from the fans.
Moctezuma: We believe that we have put together the best roster in all of Mex…
The unfamiliar rhythm of “Coming Undone” by Korn echoes through the arena. The crowd, announcers, and even the two men in the middle of the ring seem taken a back from the unexpected interruption. A young man with a black and red cheetah print jacket and tight black jean makes his way from the back. He has a devilish grin on his face and a microphone in hand.
Jack Gibson: Well isn’t that an introduction, the so called legend El Leon Dorado, getting big leagued by his own hype man. You see unlike this washed up has been, I’m the type of man who needs no introduction, no fan fair, and no social media buzz to drum up the 5 people that know who you are and 10 more that claim they do, but in reality confusing you with someone so much more talented.
Moctezuma: I’m not sure who you…
Again Jack interrupts the man.
Jack Gibson: I am Jack Gibson, the Las Vegas deviant, the Sin City Sinner, the best god damn wrestler signed to Eternal Lucha. You see these dumb idiots aren’t going to tune in to our first show on February 3rd for his washed up ass. They will be tuning in to see what the best wrestler in the company, JACK GIBSON is up to.
He runs his hand across his mouth and a grin is left there.
Jack Gibson: So let me end this with something you two can wrap your heads around. El Doritos Locos Taco, your time is up, time to hang up the boots and step out of the limelight. Time for the next generation to show the world what wrestling is, what lucha libre is. Fuck tradition, if they wanted to watch the crap you have done for the paste 15 years, that left this once loved competition in the heap it is in now, you and your little friend with the big mouth wouldn’t have to hype you up like some local hero, especially since nobodys knows, or cares to know, who the hell you are.
The crowd begins to boo the young man, and he almost seems to be enjoying it, and has to take one last shot before leaving the stage.
Jack Gibson: So how about we get some help out here for this washed up poser well past his prime before he breaks a hip climbing through the ropes?
Jack laughs as the crowd's boos become deafening as the legend in the ring looks shocked at the disrespect of this young competitor.
Moctezuma: I don’t know…
El Leon Dorado taps Moctezuma on the shoulder and asks for the microphone, which he gets as the crowd begins to buzz.
El Leon Dorado: Listen Jack. I’ve seen a lot of men and women stand where you are and talk a big game, just like you are now. Some of those folks were able to continue to talk a big game and made something of themselves. Others were unable to. Right now, you have that opportunity to prove to these fans, the wrestling and even yourself that you can either put up or shut up. The first few shows of Eternal Lucha are booked for the El Torneo del Anillo de Oro but how about you and I do the dance on the next show after that, hey?
The crowd cheered in excitement of the potential matchup.
Jack Gibson: If you want me to step into the ring with you. If you want to use me to revitalize your career fine. But you need to understand in MY ring. When you stand toe to toe with the best in the world...it's Kill or Be Killed. See you there Tony the Tiger.
With that Jack walks through the curtain. The crowd boos as he does and cheers as the masked legend in the ring begins to climb out of the ring and make his way to the back. High fiving everyone in reach as he does.
Taj: What a build going into the debut of Eternal Lucha on February 3rd!
America: This Jack Gibson has to be the real thing but he might need to do his homework when it comes to El Leon. Though I never got to wrestle him in my day, I got to watch him work and he’s not a Mexico legend for nothing!
Torres: The following is a NO MAS match where the winner must force their opponent to say No Mas to win the match!
The siren state of ”Salute” by Little Mix begins playing through the PA system in the arena as it is filled with purple and turquoise lights. The fans get on their feet as they wait for the grand entrance of one, Olivia Rhodes. When the lyrics start, Olivia comes out from behind the black curtain, she has her head held high as she walks to the top of the ramp while holding her robe out to the side as the fans instantly start to boo her. Once at the top of the stage extends her arms out to the side, smirking from ear to ear as she soaks in all the energy from the fans before doing a slow 360-degree turn. She lingers there for a few moments before she starts to make her way down the ramp. As she struts down towards the ring, her hands continue to hold out the sides of her robe.
Olivia reaches the bottom and undoes the robe, tossing it gently to the side as the chorus of the song begins to play. Olivia heads off to the right hand side and does a walkover in the middle before hopping onto the ring apron. She remains on her knees before stepping under the middle rope. She looks out at the crowd with her hands out to her sides again before heading off to the corner and climbing up the turnbuckle where she raises them once again. After hopping down she goes over to the opposite turnbuckle and repeats the same pose before getting down and leaning against the ropes as her entrance music faded away and she waits for her opponent.
Taj: Olivia is coming into this match primed and ready!
America: This match is about two years in the making and honestly I think it may be a little too late.
”The Divine Infection” by Motionless In White begins to blast throughout the PA system of the arena as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the ravenous Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar riff echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area tugging on the bottoms of a black studded leather jacket atop her usual wrestling attire, being met by a sea of boos as her signature smirk is firmly upon her face. She changes her hands from the front to clasping behind her back as she slowly yet powerfully walks to the top of the ramp and once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy (both good and bad) coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as her smirk moves into a wide smile across her crimson lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp.
About halfway down, Stasi lowers her arms and swings them with determination as she continues to exude confidence more as she gets closer to the ring. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up and putting her back to the ropes, Stasi quickly removes the jacket and twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
Taj: Stasi has been uncharacteristically quiet to the lead up to this match. For a woman that prides herself on trash talk, there basically has been none.
America: I honestly think Stasi is scared of this match. She’s had some big time matches in her short career but I think this one could prove to be her hardest.
Both women stand across the ring from one another, glaring at the other as the referee signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
And from the get go it is a clash of titans. Stasi tries to end Olivia early by grabbing Olivia’s head and driving it into her knee. But Olivia quickly reverses it and instead boots Stasi in the stomach before hitting her with a Mongolian chop that causes the outspoken Stasi to stumble backward a couple steps. Stasi charges forward again but Olivia is ready for her, scooping her up and quickly sending her crashing backfirst to the mat with a sidewalk slam. Olivia pops back up to her feet and instantly starts stomping on Stasi’s limbs as she tries to get back up to her feet. Stasi doesn’t even hesitate when she hits Olivia with a low blow that catches the tall blonde off guard and sends her stumbling back, creating some space between them.
Taj: We knew from the jump that these two were going to go at it tooth and nail from the moment the bell rang!
Stasi rises to a vertical base and the rage is radiating from her eyes as she marches over and grabs two handfuls of Olivia’s blonde hair. She mutters something angrily in Russian before hitting a series of knee strikes directly to the side of Olivia’s head. Taking a few steps back she measures Olivia up before hitting a jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick that sends her flying off to the corner. Stasi smirks before sliding out of the ring, marching over to the corner where Olivia is and positioning one leg on each side of the post before locking in a ringpost figure four leglock. Olivia writhes around in pain, screaming out.
Stasi Herveaux: QUIT BITCH! SAY THE WORDS! NO FUCKING MAS!
The referee asks Olivia if she quits but she doesn’t and eventually Stasi gets fed up and releases the hold, allowing Olivia to crawl away from the corner. Stasi slides back into the ring and mounts Olivia before hitting a series of forearm smashes until Olivia is able to block one and slide out from under Stasi. The two women rise back to their feet and Olivia hits Stasi with a double palm thrust to her chest that pushes her back. But this just angers Stasi who charges towards her once again, looking for a running 180 degree facebuster or slingblade. But when she gets mere inches away from Olivia, she’s lifted up above Olivia’s head into a gorilla press before she’s dropped abdomen first across Olivia’s knee for a gutbuster, a move Olivia calls Beast Mode. Olivia then quickly locks in a submission of her own… Merciless (headscissor crucifix choke). She wrenches back on it hard as Stasi flails around, looking for a rope.
Olivia Rhodes: ASK HER! SAY NO MAS STASI! ASK HER DAMMIT!
But Stasi is as stubborn as they come and refuses.
Stasi Herveaux: Иди нахуй сам!
America: What she say? You speak Russian, Taj.
Taj: Unfortunately I don’t, America. But I think it isn’t family friendly.
Eventually Olivia releases the hold just before it looks like Stasi is about to pass out. Olivia gets up and walks away, positioning herself in a corner as Stasi rolls around on the mat, coughing and sputtering as she tries to catch her breath. Eventually Olivia marches over and pulls her up to her feet and lifts her like she’s going for a suplex. But Stasi slides down behind Olivia and hits her with a discus punch as she turns around. Stasi then follows it up with a spinning back fist, knocking Olivia off center as a smirk slowly makes its way onto Stasi’s face. She bends back and lets go a primal scream before hitting The Fates (triple rolling vertical suplex).
Stasi looks over maniacally at Olivia before sliding back out to the arena floor under the bottom rope. She lifts the ring apron up and rummages around underneath the ring before emerging with a black steel folding chair in one hand and a fresh kendo stick in the other. You can see the wheels in her head are turning. She goes to slide back into the ring except that Olivia comes running at her from the outside and hits her with a superman punch before she drops a pair of brass knuckles to the floor! As Stasi stands back up, it can be seen that her mouth is filling with blood (evident from the appearance of her teeth) but it doesn’t seem to have phased the crazy Russian because she drops the chair and starts whacking Olivia with the kendo stick.
Taj: This is a full blown war!
America: And I love it!
Eventually Stasi stops her blows and puts the kendo under Olivia’s chin and presses down with her knee on Olivia’s back while pulling up with the kendo. Olivia screams out and reaches for anything she can get her hand on but can’t. Soon, Stasi starts laughing again before dragging Olivia closer to the chair by a handful of hair. Spitting on the back of Olivia’s head, leaving a spray of red on Olivia’s blonde hair, Stasi sends Olivia’s face crashing into the chair with Redrum (hair pull curbstomp)!
Stasi Herveaux: ASK HER NOW!
The referee quickly rushes over to the fallen Olivia with a microphone. Olivia looks out of it on the arena floor.
Olivia Rhodes: No…
Stasi Herveaux: SAY IT!
Olivia Rhodes: No… mas.
And with that the referee signals for the bell as Stasi raises her hands above her head in victory as “The Divine Infection” by Motionless In White begins playing again.
Torres: Here is your winner… STASI HERVEAUX!
Taj: Stasi has done! She has submitted Olivia!
America: Wow! I’m actually shocked….
Stasi then grabs a microphone and slides back into the ring as her music quickly quiets down.
Stasi Herveaux: How about that! I destroyed Joshua “Bitch Ass” Samson’s little banner waver. Every time you try to end me Josh… it doesn’t work out. First you sent that tattooed freak bitch… then your stupid wife… and now this. When are you going to take the fuckin’ hint that you can’t end me? That you nor any of your cronies can come close to getting rid of me? Nobody around here wants to believe anything I say. I put you in the hospital. Now one of your friends is going to be spending the night in a Mexican hospital all because of your petty, stupid grudge against…
Stasi’s cut off before she can say another word as from behind by a hooded figure in all black, taking Stasi out with a forearm smash. Soon the figure is up to their feet and quickly pulls the hood off to reveal themselves to be...
Taj: IS THAT…
America: THAT’S ASTRID SAMSON!
As Stasi crawls towards the ropes, Astrid quickly removes the sweatshirt, slamming it down upon Stasi before she goes back on the assault. Astrid slams Stasi’s head into the mat a couple times before pulling her up to her feet. She grabs a handful of Stasi’s hair and yanks back so that Stasi’s ear was at the level of her mouth.
Astrid Samson: This time… I will end you!
Taj: What in the world is going on?!
America: It looks like Astrid is finally getting her some!
Astrid whips Stasi off towards the ropes before climbing to the middle rung of the closest turnbuckle and as Stasi stumbles towards her, hitting her with a middle rope blockbuster. Stasi flies back before she rolls out of the ring, dropping to the floor as she tries to escape Astrid’s wrath. But Astrid is on the war path and instantly is on the apron, waiting for Stasi to get up to her feet. Stasi sluggishly does so and is instantly met by a flying clothesline from the apron that sends her crashing into the security barrier. Astrid crawls her way over and lends down close to Stasi’s ear.
Astrid Samson: Keep my name, my husband’s name and any member of our family’s names out of your dirty Russian mouth you bitch!
With that, Astrid stands up to her feet and kicks Stasi in the abdomen with tremendous force before turning and walking away. The fans are giving a mixed reaction of cheers and boos as EMTs rush to Stasi’s side.
Taj: Wow! Just wow!
America: So it’s safe to say that Stasi won’t be a guest on Caffeine & Cognac anytime soon!
The lights inside Arena Mexico go out and L'Orchestra Cinématique's epic remix of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" begins to play. A predominately joyous roar comes over the crowd with a few holdouts sending their jeers. The moniker "THE FORGOTTEN ONE" scrolls across the big screen over the entrance ramp as a dark silhouette emerges from the back.
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome “The Forgotten One”... Erick ST JOHNNNN!!!!!
A spotlight hits the ramp and indeed ESJ is in Mexico City. He wears a long sleeveless coat with a hood over his wrestling gear. The prodigal superstar slowly pulls the hood back and looks out at the crowd with steely eyes before beginning his walk to ringside.
America: Erick St. John is here at Legendary 13! But the big question here tonight is where was he for Solomon Monster’s handicap match!
Taj: On social media it looked like the Emeritus reunion was officially back on track but when Solomon needed ESJ the most the self-proclaimed “Forgotten One” forgot to show up!
America: I doubt ESJ forgot, Taj. There’s more to this story than we know. Remember that when ESJ returned to 1WM at Massive, he nearly decapitated Solomon Monster with a superkick.
Taj: Well I hope ESJ enlightens here because I know there’s a pissed Monster waiting for him in the back somewhere.
ESJ makes it to ringside and slides under the ring ropes. He’s quickly on his feet as the lights return and he heads over to Torres for a microphone. Once in the center of the ring, he glares at the main camera in front of him.
Eric St. John: SO... how does it feel, Solomon?!
The name of Solomon gets a nasty jeer from the fans. There is an icy expression on the face of ESJ.
Eric St. John: HOW DOES IT FUCKIN’ FEEL… BROTHER?!
ESJ lowers the microphone and paces about the ring. He stops and looks directly at the camera as he raises the mic back up.
Eric St. John: Confused?! Disappointed?! ANGRY?!
Erick’s raspy voice echoes in the arena.
Eric St. John: How about betrayed?! Abandoned?! FORGOTTEN?!
ESJ paces around the ring some more as he lets his words sink in. He then stops and looks at the camera again.
Eric St. John: How does it feel, Solomon Monster, to be FORGOTTEN by family?
Erick glares as if looking directly at his audience of one.
Eric St. John: Tonight you expected me to join you in teaching Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach a lesson in Hard Knocks 101. And a lesson was given tonight… but not to Coda and Ursula. The lesson in Hard Knocks was for YOU! If you’re going to discard a body… make sure it’s DEAD otherwise it might come back and superkick your head off!
ESJ stops at center-ring.
Eric St. John: You want to know why I call myself “The Forgotten One?”
The crowd responds in the affirmative.
Eric St. John: Here’s the cold hard truth. A few weeks after Emeritus was suspended and disbanded, I became a lost memory not just to 1WM, but to my so-called brother, SOLOMON MONSTER! Sol, you committed the very sin we swore to fight against in Emeritus! We wreaked havoc on this young roster because they discarded the blood, sweat, and tears that paved the way for them to have a sport to ply their craft! Yet you left me for DEAD after all that I did for you and the rest of Emeritus! You were so blinded by your own ego and war with Pretty Ricky that you didn’t even realize that it was HIM who rejected all my contract negotiations and kept me from coming back! But did you even check on your Emeritus brother? Did you even realize that his fiance dumped him because he couldn’t give up his first love of professional wrestling?!
ESJ chuckles sinisterly.
Eric St. John: I should have known that it would be you that would truly betray me! Pretty Ricky was always about the money. Jenn had the spirit but not the will. But YOU, Solomon, took everything we created in Emeritus, made it about yourself, recruited a couple of next gen thugs, and never once sought me out as the brother you claim me to be. And yet you tell the 1WM roster that we were family in the cause of professional wrestling. Solomon… Solomon… Solomon... I expected selfish ambition from the new generation but I didn’t expect to be stabbed in the back by my “brother.” Et tu Solomon?!
Erick’s face grows cold.
Eric St. John: I may be “The Forgotten One” of 1WM but you, my brother, are the one who has forgotten the fundamental values of Hard Knocks 101. You have lost sight of what we truly stood for in Emeritus. Or maybe you never had those values in the first place. So now I have to lead by example. But this time I start the lessons with you. And Lesson #1 is “What once was old can be new again.”
ESJ shakes his head in disappointment.
Eric St. John: It’s time for the Forgotten One to teach you a new lesson, Solomon. The lesson I learned while exiled from this company. The lesson that our old school values CAN be lived out by a new generation of pro wrestlers. And Coda and Ursula are examples of this new reality. But it won’t happen with your old school methods, brother. It will happen by adapting our values to the new methods of wrestling. It’s called evolution. And like the generations before us, they either evolved or they were left behind. The Forgotten One has evolved. Today YOU face the same decision: evolve or be discarded.
ESJ pauses for dramatic effect as the crowd gets behind him.
Eric St. John: And believe me, Solomon, when I discard something, I make sure it’s not only FORGOTTEN… I MAKE SURE IT NEVER COMES BACK!
ESJ tosses the mic as L'Orchestra Cinématique's remix of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" begins to play and the crowd is completely behind ESJ.
America: This is a sad, sad day.
Taj: You have to agree that some of, if not all, of what Erick has said has some valid points, America?
America: Ultimately it’s not up to me to agree or not, but I’ll tell you this, there’s a highly irate Monster roaming backstage that is going to kill ESJ when the time comes!
We open up inside the locker room of Jenn Drew. She’s seen getting herself prepared for the night as she finishes lacing up and tying her boots as she stands up and begins to pace around the room a little bit. She stops and looks down at the ground for a moment before looking up and out into nothing for a moment.
Jenn Drew: Tonight is the biggest match of my entire time here in One Wrestle. Win tonight and I get a shot at the biggest prize in this company. Win tonight and I show everyone that I’m not just blowing smoke when I say I’m one of the very best in this company. Win tonight and I get back to the top of the mountain where I belong.
Jenn sits back down in the chair in the middle of the room and looks straight into the camera.
Jenn Drew: Now, I know everyone out there in this battle royal sees me as probably the biggest underdog in the entire thing. I mean, just look at me, I’m far from looking intimidating compared to people like Soloman or Griffin. I don’t have the size, so how can I possibly throw anybody out of the ring? That’s the kicker here, I don’t need to. All I need to do is exactly what I’ve been doing my entire life and that is survive. All I need to do is ensure that my amazing looking ass doesn’t find its way over the top rope and onto the floor. That’s all there is to it. You certainly can’t win a match like this early on, but you can most certainly lose it by making foolish mistakes and thinking you can take on the world.
Jenn lets out a small chuckle as she reaches down into her bag and pulls out some tape and begins taping up her wrists.
Jenn Drew: Yeah, I know people will think size and strength have the advantage in a match where the sole purpose is to throw people out of the ring, but those that only rely on those two things are prone to anger and frustration and that is when it is time for the ones with the brains to strike and make their mark. That’s where I strike, when people make mistakes. It’s in those moments where I have to make my moves and get those people out. It’s my turn to claim the second contership spot after my friend and partner, Rei, made her mark a couple of weeks ago. January is the month of the Seoul Queens and after tonight, there isn’t a damn thing that is going to stop us from claiming the gold that rightfully deserves to be around our waists.
Taj: I have just received official word that due to the repeated head shots sustained during the Two on One Handicap match earlier tonight, Solomon Monster has been pulled from the upcoming Battle Royale due to 1WM’s Concussion Protocol.
America: I told you! It was all a plan orchestrated by that social media whore, Griffin Hawkins! Everyone was so worried about Solomon having the Headhunters and ESJ, it was actually Coda and Ursula helping out their buddy!
Taj: Conspiracy theory aside, Leo Cook will be taking Solomon’s place in the battle royale.
The match starts off in pure chaos with everyone brawling with everyone else. Eventually they start to pair off, leaving Ciara and Dokueki battling each other in the center of the ring. Ciara starts hitting Dokueki with a series of dirty boxing maneuvers, throwing in a foot stomp and headbutt for good measure. Ciara then takes the chance to execute a judo hip throw that has Dokueki backed up to the ropes, lifting her up to her feet. But as Dokueki rises up, she starts to fight back and rakes the face of Ciara, causing the fiery Irish native to back up and create some distance between the two. She swings wildly for a palm strike, but Dokueki ducks the attempts and instead hits an elbow strike that lands directly in Ciara’s temple. She starts lifting Ciara up over the top rope in an attempt to eliminate her, but is spun around and dropped with The American (Judas Effect elbow) by Leo Cook who has slid into the ring. He then swiftly lifts Ciara up and over the rope, both of her feet touching the floor before she drops to a heap.
Torres: Ciara McNamara has been eliminated!
Taj: The first to be eliminated has been Ciara!
America: Leo coming in and making an immediate impact.
As Leo turns his attention to Dokeuki, Cain Dominguez and Q are going at it across the ring. Cain goes to hit Q with a running big boot, but she gets out of the way and he instead gets hung up on the turnbuckle. Q quickly delivers a thumb to the eye from the side and instantly tries lifting the bigger Cain up. Cain however wiggles just enough that she can’t and is forced to drop him. Cain then throws her into the corner and backs up, running forward for a corner clothesline that nearly takes her head off. But with his back turned, he doesn’t see Leo Cook come running up behind him, lifting him up and over the top rope!
Cain however lands on the apron and instantly starts trading blows back and forth with Leo. This continues for a few moments before Cain hits a forearm smash that causes Leo to back up. He looks like he’s about to get back into the ring before Leo hits him with a running big boot that sends him down to the arena floor.
Torres: Cain Dominguez has been eliminated!
Taj: The former Tag Team Champion is gone from the match!
America: Second elimination by Leo at that. I think he might be my favorite to win this thing!
Back in the ring, Bianca is now doing battle with Dokueki. Dokueki has the Queen B backed up into a corner and is hitting her with a series of open palm strikes. She backs up and goes to hit a discus elbow to Bianca but Bianca instead manages to hit her with Beautiful Boot (big boot) and changes the momentum between the two. Bianca picks Dokueki up, grabbing a fistful of her hair, dropping Dokueki across her knee with a hair pull backbreaker. Dokueki rolls under the rope but soon finds herself being dragged back into the ring by Bianca with an assist from Enforcer. Dokueki manages to gouge at Enforcer eye but is then met by an eye rake from Bianca before she’s hoisted up and over the top rope. Dokueki drops to the ring apron but Bianca hits a dropkick that sends Dokueki flying off and to the floor below.
Torres: Dokueki has been eliminated!
Taj: And out goes the Poison Dragon!
America: If what Joshua Samson has stated is true, his clients Bianca and Enforcer are going to work together so that the last two will be them.
In the ring, we see Q hit Griffin Hawkins with Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex) before instantly being blindsided by a spinning heel kick from Bianca followed by a high knee from Enforcer. Enforcer grabs Q by the wrist and yanks her up in one swift motion, only to have Q drive her thumb into his eye, causing him to release her as he clutches at his eye. Bianca doesn’t take too kindly to this slight, booting Q in the abdomen before executing a flawless Queen’s Makeover (sitout facebuster). Bianca struggles lifting Q’s unconscious body up until Enforcer comes and helps her, the two allies hoisting her over the top rope before both lambasting her in the face with forearm smashes that cause her to fall to the arena floor.
Torres: “Ya Girl” Q has been eliminated!
Taj: Joshua Samson’s word may be prophetic, America. Bianca and Enforcer have just eliminated Q!
America: Told you.
Jenn Drew is seen climbing up the turnbuckle from the outside, putting herself in dangerous territory as Griffin Hawkins is seen lying on the mat below. However, before she can do anything, Leo Cook comes running in and hits her with Get Dropped (throat punch) that sends her falling to the mat. Quickly, Leo pulls Jenn up to her feet, drop kicking Griff under the bottom rope (and not eliminating him) before turning his attention back to the outspoken Jenn. Leo hits Jenn with a gutwrench suplex before whipping her hard into the corner, charging towards her and almost taking her head off with a running clothesline. Jenn stumbles out of the corner and directly into Tap or Break (arm bar). Jenn screams out in pain as she flails around.
Meanwhile, Bianca and Enforcer are working on Griffin who has pulled himself back into the ring. They seem to have him cornered as he fights to get up to his feet. Bianca charges forward, perhaps looking for a running knee lift, but Griffin is able to get out of the way in time and instead Bianca goes crashing forth into the turnbuckle, falling to the mat as she clutches at her knee. Griffin instantly starts battling with Enforcer, the two men trading blows back and forth as Leo Cook has Jenn Drew near the ropes, lifting her up for a delayed vertical suplex before attempting to drop her over the rope. Jenn is able to grab onto the top one and keep herself from falling to the floor. So when Leo turns around after a bit of gloating, the look on his face is one of pure shock. Leo goes to hit Jenn with a running boot to the face, but she blocks it with a kick of her own that knocks him off kilter.
Out of nowhere, Ivy Foxx grabs Jenn by the ankle and tries to pull her off the apron. Leo joins her in the attempt, pushing Jenn back by the shoulders. Their actions are thwarted by the arrival of the other half of Seoul Queens, Rei Park. Rei doesn’t hesitate in taking Ivy out with Fire Soul (gamengiri), sending Ivy flying away from Jenn and Leo!
Taj: Leo’s fiancee/manager, Ivy Fox, attempted to influence the outcome but Jenn’s tag team partner, Rei Park, came out to even things up!
Jenn then locks Leo’s head up and manages to start to pull him over the top rope before Rei hops onto the apron and helps her, pulling Leo down by the trunks and to the apron. Rei backs away from the situation, leaving Jenn to hit Leo with a dropkick to the knee that takes out his legs and sends him falling to the floor.
Torres: Leo Cook has been eliminated!
America: That’s some bullcrap! Leo has been cheated out of a World Heavyweight Championship opportunity!
Taj: We are down to four competitors: Jenn Drew, Griffin Hawkins, Bianca Davis, and Enforcer.
The final four stand in separate corners as they glare back and forth at who is left, waiting for the first person to jump and make a move. That person would end up Enforcer who goes directly for Griffin before Bianca and Jenn start clashing in the center of the ring. Bianca hits Jenn with a rake of the eyes before hitting her with a running bulldog that sends Jenn into the mat facefirst as Rei continues to look on with a bit of horror in her eyes. Bianca heads over to help Enforcer out with Griffin just as Enforcer hits Griffin with a face smash. Griff is lifted up by both Bianca and Enforcer, and they’re just about to dump him over the top ropes when he locks his arms around Bianca’s head and pulls her over with him. Both competitors save themselves by falling to the apron!
Bianca quickly gets back into the ring but is taken out by Jenn with a missile dropkick. Enforcer and Griffin are trading blows back and forth with Griffin still on the apron. Jenn rushes over and starts raining blows upon Enforcer’s back, causing him to turn around and allowing Griffin to lock in a dragon sleeper. He pulls Enforcer over the top rope as Jenn assists in lifting Enforcer’s legs. Eventually they get him over and dump him to the arena floor as Bianca looks on in horror.
Torres: Enforcer has been eliminated!
Taj: The Samson Family enforcer, Enforcer, has been taken out by Griffin and Jenn!
America: Goddamnit!
A full of rage Bianca marches over to Jenn and rakes her back before hitting a running knee lift that sends Jenn into the corner. Bianca turns her attention to Griffin who has reentered the ring through the ropes and is ready to go. Bianca and Griffin meet in the center of the ring in quite the clash. Bianca tries to grab Griffin’s hair for a standing hair pull, but he turns it around and instead hits her with an enziguri. Jenn runs in and sends Bianca flying across the ring with a hurricanrana, only to be taken out by a buzzsaw kick from Griffin. He quickly hits a backstabber on Bianca before lifting her onto his shoulder and dropping her over the top rope. She tries to save herself by grasping onto the ropes, but her foot slips and the momentum takes her down to the arena floor.
Torres: Bianca Davis has been eliminated!
Taj: The final member of the Samson Family, Bianca Davis, has been eliminated!
America: Goddamnit!
Taj: And now either Jenn or Griffin will stand victorious with a chance to wrestle for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship!
Jenn uses the ropes to get up to her feet as Rei continues to cheer her on from the outside. She makes direct eye contact with Griffin as he brushes some of his hair out of his face. They run towards each other and Griffin attempts to lock in another dragon sleeper, but Jenn is able to wiggle free and instead hits a springboard moonsault with her feet making contact with his shoulders and head, taking him down. Jenn seizes the chance and pulls him over to the ropes before trying to get him back up to his feet. Griffin fights back by swinging at Jenn, causing her to back up as he pulls himself back up to his feet.
Jenn runs at him again, but he runs past her and when he turns around hits Jenn with a spear. Both competitors are down for a few moments before they both start to struggle to get up to their feet. Griff is the first one up and yanks Jenn up to her feet, pulling her over towards the corner and lifting her onto a turnbuckle to drop her over the rope. But she locks her legs around his head and both clunk down to the ring apron. They trade blows back and forth, ranging from kicks to forearm smashes with a headbutt attempt by Jenn for good measure. Eventually, Jenn hits a kick on the inside of Griffin’s thigh and is able to get back into the ring with him following not too far behind.
Jenn leans on the far side’s hopes, trying to regain her composure but Griffin instantly charges towards her again. As he gets closer, Jenn pulls down on the top rope with all her might and weight, sending Griffin sailing over the top rope and directly down to the arena floor with a thud.
Torres: Here is your winner… JENN DREW!
Taj: Jenn has done it! Jenn will go on to face the World Heavyweight Champion at a future date!
America: Well the bright spot in all of this is, is that it wasn’t Griffin that won. Hahaaa!
Rei slides into the ring and celebrates with her tag team partner and friend as the EMTs rush to check on Griffin who’s still down.
We head backstage where the 1WM World Tour Coordinator, Sandra Rose, steps out of Cedric’s office with a folder filled with signed documents. As she walks around a blind corner, she runs into someone like hitting a wall, dropping the file of documents.
Sandra Rose: SHIT! Will you watch where you’re going?!
Sandra’s “wall” crouches down next to her to assist in gathering the papers.
Voice: My apologies, Ms. Rose.
Sandra’s eyes widen as she recognizes the voice as that of Erick St. John.
Eric St. John: I should have been more careful considering...
Sandra quickly gathers the remaining documents into the folder and quickly stands up. ESJ follows suit and smirks at her. She is instantly mesmerized.
Sandra Rose: I… I understand, ESJ. Considering you have Solomon Monster hunting you.
ESJ cocks an eyebrow, impressed that Sandra is cognizant of his situation.
Sandra Rose: I understand what you’re going through, Erick. I really do. What happened to you inside and outside the ring must have been devastating. I hope you know you can trust me if you need someone to talk to.
ESJ and Sandra share a charged moment.
Eric St. John: We’ll see, Ms. Rose. I’m not a very trusting person.
Sandra Rose: Please call me, Sandra.
Eric St. John: We’ll see, Sandra. My world can be quite complicated.
Sandra Rose: I know. And it doesn’t scare me.
Eric St. John: I’ll keep that in mind.
Erick nods and continues down the corridor. Sandra looks back at him… and smiles.
The echoes of the cheers are running through the backstage corridor as Rei Park is seen walking back towards the locker room, looking carefully behind her with a smile on her face as she sees her friend and tag team partner Jenn Drew being interviewed on her big win. Stopping, Rei feels like a “proud parent” as she raises her phone up to capture the moment. Right after the picture of Jenn is snapped, Rei’s phone lights up with the notification “Park Nam-ji - FaceTime Video”. With a slight smile on her face and a roll of the eyes, Rei answers the call… looking at the face of her twin cousins Park Nam-ji and Park Joo-kyun.
Park Joo-kyun: 도대체? When did you become… that?
Park Nam-ji: What my idiot brother is trying to say is that was amazing!
Park Joo-kyun: RESPECT YOU OPPA!
Park Nam-ji: You’re older by ONLY fifteen minutes!
Rei Park: Well I’m older than you by 6 months and you never listen to me.
Park Joo-kyun: Touche.
Park Nam-ji: Aaaannnyyywaaayyy… we’re calling to say that we watched that battle royal. I would’ve done the same thing if someone was illegally trying to yeet my friend.
Rei Park: Since when do you use the word yeet.
Park Nam-ji: Around the same time Joo-kyun started using ‘skrrt skrrt’ when he was trying to flirt with girls.
Park Joo-kyun: Skrrt skrrt!
Park Nam-ji: But can we please stay on topic? As you know we’ve been your biggest supporters, well two of them, since you signed and we’re proud of the progress you’ve made.
Rei smiles and blushes a little bit, trying to hide her face with her free hand.
Rei Park: Well I know it wasn’t a very well liked topic when I made the announcement. Mamasan’s side of the family was a lot more receptive to the concept of me being a wrestler than Appa’s side.
Park Joo-kyun: Well they’re Japanese. It’s like our mom being Thai… some things the Park side doesn’t quite understand. We’ll always be your cheerleaders though.
Park Nam-ji: To be fair I really think that chin-halmeoni is starting to warm up to the idea that her oldest granddaughter is a wrestler. We all watched your match at what was it…
Park Joo-kyun: Glory 8?
Park Nam-ji: Ah yeah… she was all “that’s my granddaughter” and showed the video to her granny friends when they came over to play Go Stop. She’s quite proud.
Rei Park: Oh halmeoni! I can’t wait to come visit. I miss her cooking, especially her kimchi. I’ll be back in Seoul before I know it. I know Ben’s excited, yet he’s quite anxious at the same time. I told him he’ll be meeting the family and that means the WHOLE family.
Park Joo-kyun: I’ve already got my interrogation questions ready.
Nam-ji slaps her brother hard on the shoulder and he recoils with a glare in her direction as Rei just starts laughing.
Park Nam-ji: I know you’re the only male cousin but you won’t ruin Reika’s happiness!
Park Joo-kyun: Who said I was going to?
Rei Park: Hey, are you guys still coming to Paris for Legendary 14? I would like to have some family there to cheer me on with Ben.
Park Nam-ji: Of course. I’ve already begun designing an outfit for you. If you’re going to become the next uh… what’s the title you’re going for again?
Rei Park: Pride of 1WM.
Park Nam-ji: Yes that… well if you’re going to be the next champion you’re going to do so in the best South Korean fashion and not whatever American fashion sense you’ve been wearing to the ring. I’m sorry to say that.
Park Joo-kyun: No you’re not.
Rei Park: Well the stylist I go to is learning. She’s good but she’s usually not a wrestling gear stylist.
Park Nam-ji: Which is why you should hire me. That way when Jacob Striker sees you walking to the ring for your match, he’ll have heart palpitations knowing that a literally walking goddess is about to take away his precious championship.
Rei Park: I’ve said it before, this little piggie will be waiting in her brick house and when he falls into my soup pot, the big bad wolf will fall. It’s time that the women in this business hold all the gold. I mean company. The Pride of 1WM title is the only one being held by a man. 3 months is long enough me thinks.
Park Joo-kyun: Hey, we didn’t go through all those years of taekwondo lessons as kids for nothing. Kick his freakin’ ass!
Rei Park: I haven’t been in a class since I left Seoul.
Park Joo-kyun: Well then we’ll have to have you brush up on that when you’re here.
Rei Park: If I have time I will definitely attend a class. Between all the family things and interviews that have been lined up, trying to find some free time during the day will be rough. I wonder who’s fault that is.
Both Rei and Nam-ji look at Joo-kyun with glaring looks and heads half cocked to the side.
Park Joo-kyun: WHAT?! You asked me to handle your Korean affairs and that’s what I’m doing!
Just then a 1WM production assistant approaches, asking where she’d like to watch the contest of champions match between Jacob Striker and Arley Kirk from.
Rei Park: I got to go. I want to get a good seat for the main event. I thought I had time to get back to the locker room and freshen up but it doesn’t seem to be the case.
Park Joo-kyun: Hey if you get the chance, send that Striker dude a message so he can get a taste of what’s in store for him at the next show.
Park Nam-ji: FIGHTING!
Rei smiles as a soft chuckle escapes.
Rei Park: I’ll see you guys in a couple of days. You’re still picking us up at the airport right?
Park Joo-kyun: Yeah. Dad’s letting us borrow the Model X even.
Park Nam-ji: That thing is his baby and he doesn’t let anyone touch it. So you must be special.
Park Joo-kyun: Or he’s the only one in the family with an SUV.
Rei Park: I think it may be a combination of the two. But I really got to go now.
Park Joo-kyun: OK. See you round.
Park Nam-ji: Call me after the show.
With a smile and a wave, Rei ends the call with her two cousins as she shakes her head and tucks her phone back into the band of her black skirt.
Rei Park: Those two chuckleheads…
Sighing, smile still on her face, she starts walking back towards the gorilla area to discuss where she’ll be watching the main event from. Standing in her way is the third Joshua Samson client, Justice Cross. Smirking, the wife of Enforcer has her hands on her hips as she stares at Rei.
Justice Cross: You don't have your little partner Jenn here to protect you right now do you?
Rei Park: Protect me from what? You being distracted or you costing your husband a match?
One half of the Seoul Queens rushes forward. Justice grabs Rei by the hair and brings her head down solidly on a nearby table! Grabbing a silver tray that is under the water bottles on the table, Justice brains Rei over the head with it! Rei collapses to the floor. Justice crouches over the top of Rei punching her in the head. After a few moments, Rei is finally able to push her way up and grabs Justice, throwing her into the metal production containers that were there. She then grabs Justice by the head before slamming it down on the container.
A person dressed in black runs up, grabs Rei, and throws her into a nearby wall! The person grabs a chair and hits Rei with it before tossing it on the ground. Grabbing Rei up off the ground this person throws Rei into the opposite wall. As Rei turns around and falls she is met by Justice who grabs her and hits her with the Lights Out from out of nowhere! Justice stands over Rei and after a few seconds she looks at the person in black. The person in black began to take off their hoodie revealing none other than Brianna Matthews as the scene fades.
Torres: The following contest is a Barbed Wire Shock Collar match scheduled for one fall and is for the Splat Multiuniversal Championship. The champion and the challenger will wear a shock collar attached to a ten-foot steel chain woven with barbed-wire. The chain is the only legal object that can be used in the match. The turnbuckles will trigger the shock collar for the champion, the challenger, or both participants on a random basis. The match is won by pinfall, submission, or the referee’s discretion that someone can no longer continue the match. There are no count outs, and no disqualifications. Introducing first, the challenger…
The arena plunges into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage, which moves in tune to the beat. There is an 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 from Calabasas, California….weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds… standing at six feet even… he is a former One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions...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.
The lights go out, shrouding the arena in darkness as those opening riffs to "Dot Your Eyes" tears through the speakers. As soon as the guitar riff starts, the video wall comes to life with the BEHOLD THE KINGDOM banner, while the back wall screen comes to life with a combined static and barbwire design.
BRING IT!!!!
The cameras find Morgan Payne walking - no, storming through the backstage section, fired up and ready for a fight. Hood up. Hands taped. She looks ready to kick some ass as she moves down the hall of the arena, nowhere near the Gorilla position. Instead, the camera follows her as she reaches a set of double doors designated for staff only. Morgan barges right through the doors, and she's out in the audience stands, beginning to make her way right down the stairs towards the ground level.
Torres: Coming to the ring at this time, weighing in at 140 pounds. She is the Splat Champion of the Multiverse, hoping to successfully defend her championship for a record-setting sixth time. She is a member of The Kingdom. Please welcome Moooooooooooorgaaaaan Paaaaaaaayne!
Once she reaches the guard rail, Morgan hops over onto the padded floor and takes a running jump up onto the apron. She stands to face the crowd for a moment, looking over the masses with a scowl - not hateful, more focused than anything. Morgan steps into the ring and proceeds to run the ropes before rolling across the mat and hopping up onto her feet. She backs into her corner, promptly removing her sleeveless hoodie, tosses it over onto the floor, and proceeds to throw some shadow punches to stay loose as she waits.
Christine Donahue: We are live at Legendary 13 for this Splat Multiuniversal Championship defense by Morgan Payne. If she defeats Lash Donohue tonight, she will beat Sierra Silver’s five title defenses by one as they are both tied at five defenses each. Joining me as always for color is Biff Franklin.
Biff Franklin: I’ve been looking forward to this one. The referee is attaching those shock collars, starting with the challenger. This will work very similar to a dog collar match, except those collars have a little voltage to them, and it’s my understanding that any contact with the turnbuckles will set them off. I hope these two didn’t plan on doing any high flying off those turnbuckles in preparation for this match.
Christine Donahue: The other aspect is that they are connected by ten feet of steel chain woven with barbed wire that can be used as a weapon.
Biff Franklin: Sometimes these collar matches use chains, sometimes they use a leather strap. It really just depends on how they wanna do it. Splat has upped the game by adding barbed wire to it.
Christine Donahue: Looks like we are ready to begin, and Morgan Payne is offering a handshake to Lash Donohue. We’ve seen their back and forth on the Twitter machine, and while they are friendly with each other, this is for that beautiful new Splat championship belt currently in possession of Morgan Payne. This match winner will face Don Tirri over at Uprising on March 6th in a Stairway to Heaven match.
Lash is looking at the hand that is outstretched by Morgan and then looking out at the fans as they give their opinion on if he should shake the hand or not. Lash makes a display out of it as he holds back his hand and slowly draws it forward until he grabs onto Morgan’s hand and the two shake, but then they both nail each other with a boot to the midsection. Morgan recovers quickly, though, and grabs that chain and moves to wrap it around Lash’s neck, but Lash steps back and drives Morgan to the mat with a clothesline.
Morgan quickly rolls over and scoots back towards the corner. When she realizes how close she is, she rolls to the center of the ropes, not wanting to trigger the shock collar. Lash just grins at her and motions her to come on.
Biff Franklin: Lash likes to make a show of being dumb on social media, but he’s playing some mind games now with Morgan. I know these two have some respect for each other, but there has been some tension in recent weeks.
Morgan gets to her feet and reaches up, and adjusts the collar around her neck. She finally steps to Lash, and as the start lock up, Morgan just drives a thumb right into his eye, and Lash clutches at it. While he’s distracted, Morgan gathers a length of that chain and goes to whip Lash across the back, but he rolls out of the way, and Morgan nearly connects with that corner, and you can see the brief look of panic on her face before she realizes she didn’t hit it.
Christine Donahue: There’s no way that corner isn’t going to be hit at some point in this match, but the unknown is not sure who it’s going to shock. I mean, if it were predictable, I imagine these two could find the triggers and just shock the heck out of each other, but the triggers are random, so there’s no telling who’s going to get it.
Morgan charges Lash, who grabs her and tosses her over the top rope, and then he backs away, so Morgan hangs there over the top rope. Lash struggles since the chain is also attached to his neck, but Morgan manages to grab the top rope and pull herself up onto the apron. Lash charges her, and she drops down, still holding onto the top rope, and Lash goes over the top and crashes onto the floor. Morgan drops down onto the floor, and she gathers some of that chain in her hand and begins to whip at the back of Lash with it.
Biff Franklin: Don’t forget that chain is entwined with barbed wire. You can see the cuts forming on Donohue’s back. You related to Lash, Christine?
Christine Donahue: Different spellings.
Biff Franklin: Didn’t really answer my question. He could be your baby brother.
Christine Donahue: What makes you think I’m older than him?
Biff Franklin: I mean, just saying.
Christine Donahue: Watch the match.
Lash’s back is becoming bloody as Morgan whips it a couple of more times before she begins to wrap her fist up in that chain. Lash is crawling away from her, but he can’t go far with them being tied together. He uses the ring apron to pull himself up, and Morgan runs at him to punch him in the face, but he ducks, and she strikes the ringpost with her fist and cries out in pain! As Morgan unravels the chain around her fist, Lash rolls under the corner rope and right back under the other corner rope, so the ring post is between them. He just runs away from her as she’s distracted, and she is pulled face-first right into the ring post. He tries to do it again, but she grabs onto the base and holds on for dear life, and the camera gets a closeup of Morgan’s forehead, which is now busted open.
Christine Donahue: I don’t think anyone believed that either of these two were getting out of this match unscathed.
Lash finally realizes the futility of trying to execute that move again, so he rolls into the ring, and Morgan also rolls in, but Lash is all over her as he drops a knee to the side of her head. He eyes that turnbuckle, and the fans are eating it up as they chant, ‘hit the corner!’ over and over. Lash looks from one side of the arena to the other as he hears the chants, and we see him mouth ‘what the fuck’ as he slaps his hand on the corner turnbuckle. The moment he does, his eyes go wide as he reaches for the collar as it wants to pry it off as he stands there shaking before it stops, and he drops to his knees. Morgan watched the entire thing, and she calls him a ‘dumb fuck’, knowing how close she came to be electrocuted. She nails him with a knee to the face and goes for a cover.
One...
Two...
Kickout by Lash!
Biff Franklin: I mean, he only had a thirty-three percent chance of not getting shocked. It was kind of a dumb gamble. It either was gonna get him, Morgan, or them both. Not great odds, to be honest.
Morgan glances up at the referee, who tells her it was only two. She flexes her hand, though it is bleeding a bit from where she hit the ring post with that barbed wire chain wrapped around it. She gets to her feet and pulls up Lash, who grabs her by the head and just drops straight down with a jawbreaker. Morgan staggers backward, and Lash just charges at her and pushes her right into the corner. As Morgan hits the turnbuckle, Lash clenches up again and yells out as his body shudders as he once again feels the electricity shooting through his body until it stops and he falls to his knees. Morgan rushes over and pushes him onto his back and covers.
One...
Two…
Th---kickout by Lash.
Christine Donahue: No one said that Lash Donohue wasn’t tenacious. He’s showing that he absolutely is right here.
Morgan backs up towards the corner, making sure she doesn’t make any contact with the turnbuckle, as Lash begins to crawl to his knees. Morgan charges and drops him with a Tastes Like Timbaland Boot, Bitch! Lash rolls towards the rope and underneath and falls to the floor, and Morgan has no choice to follow since they are bound together.
Christine Donahue: Despite the chain, the barbed wire, and the shock collars, to win this match, all it takes is a pinfall, a submission, or to render your opponent incapacitated.
Morgan gathers up some of that chain and begins to wrap it around Lash’s neck, but he reaches between her legs and scoops her up onto his shoulders, and drops her hard onto the floor with a death valley driver. Lash sits up and uncoils the chain from around his neck before working his way to his feet. Morgan tries to catch her breath back and gets to her feet. Lash grabs her by the base of the collar and runs and leaps over the guard railing, dropping her throat first onto it!
Biff Franklin: This could be bad. Morgan has to be able to breathe to finish this match, and it looks like Lash is considering that. Take out the throat, and she can’t breathe.
Christine Donahue: Another thing for her to consider is that she has another match in just a couple of days in this very building.
Biff Franklin: She’s not even thinking about that match at the moment, I promise you that.
Lash is back to his feet but limping a touch as he crawls over the guard railing and back to the ringside area. Morgan clutches at her throat, trying to clear it as he grabs her by the hair and rolls her into the ring. As he gets to his feet, he says something to her about how he’s the only one who has gotten shocked so far, and he slaps his hand down on the turnbuckle, and the moment he does, he goes stiff and shakes as his collar gives him a third shock. When it stops, he falls back into the corner, setting it off again as he tightens up once more, only this time it also sets off Morgan’s collar as she arches her back and reaches for her neck.
Biff Franklin: God damn. How much bad luck does Lash have? That’s four times to Morgan’s one time in this match.
Christine Donahue: He’s tempting fate each time. He seems to know the risk but doesn’t care or doesn’t seem to care. I can’t tell which one it is.
The two lie on the mat, recovering from their shock treatment. The referee checks on both competitors, taking a bit more time with Lash, who has been shocked numerous times. Both have responded to him, so he signals the match will continue. Morgan slowly gets to her knees before Lash begins to stir. She remains crouched down, facing away from him as he rises to his feet. He seems to be in a bit of a daze as he walks towards her. Morgan leaps up and blasts him in the face with a handful of chain. Lash just falls back onto the mat like a falling tree. Morgan pounces on him and hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Thre-----Kickout by Lash!
Christine Donahue: Oh my God, that was close.
Biff Franklin: I don’t know if now that she’s tasted the shock collar, she’s ready to be done with this or what, but Morgan seems hell-bent on ending this match as quickly as possible.
With a look of determination, Morgan looks around and begins to wrap that chain around her hand again. She grabs a handful of Lash’s hair and pulls his head up, and goes to lay a punch to the face when Lash reaches up to grab her hand in both of his hands to block the punch. As the camera gets a close up of the struggle, we see that Lash has been busted open across his forehead from the chain shot and bleeding profusely. Lash manages to throw Morgan off him, but she’s not going to relent as she gets up and waits for Lash, who has slowed down. He struggles to his feet, and she uses the chain to clothesline him back to the mat.
Morgan moves towards him as if going for a cover but Lash rolls out of the ring. Morgan looks like she’s considering her next move. Instead of going under the bottom rope the way Lash went out, she climbs over the top rope and pulls hard on the chain, forcing Lash back against the apron as the collar tightens around his neck. Morgan leans away from the ring, keeping her feet on the apron and using her weight to choke Lash by his collar.
Christine Donahue: This could be a submission or even a referee’s decision to stop the match if he determines that Lash can’t breathe. Remember, the referee stopped the match during Morgan’s match with Graham Baker a few months back.
Lash is trying to get his fingers inside the collar, but it’s tight around his neck that he can’t as his face begins to turn red. The referee is asking if he wants to submit. Lash begins to flail around, and he reaches over and pushes Morgan’s feet off the apron, and she drops down.
Biff Franklin: Well, I’m not sure that was the smartest move Lash could have done, now both of these competitors are hanging! The referee may have to do something.
But just as the words are said, Morgan finds her footing and climbs back over the top rope and into the ring, allowing Lash to breathe again. He rolls back into the ring and coughs as he tries to get air back into his lungs. Morgan is up to her base first as she stumbles over to pulls up Lash, who grabs her by the tights and sends her face-first into the second corner turnbuckle, which sets off her shock collar as she grabs at it and falls to the mat, shuddering for the duration of the shock.
Christine Donahue: This match has taken its toll on both competitors. Lash is bleeding severely and has been shocked multiple times. Morgan has gotten her second dose, and they both have been choked.
Biff Franklin: You wanna title? You wanna be the champ? You gotta earn it.
Lash rolls over and lays a hand across Morgan as the referee counts.
One...
Two...
Th---kickout by Morgan.
Lash gets to his feet, exhaustion setting in as he catches his breath. He pulls Morgan to her feet and runs the ropes, and leaps into the air, but Morgan catches him, takes a couple of steps back, and hot shots him across the top rope. Morgan looks like she’s going to wrap this up as she grabs an arm and locks in the Three Rivers Crossing ground octopus hold.
Christine Donahue: She’s going for the submission! Can she finish him with this?
Lash begins to flail and kick his feet since his arms are trapped in the move. The referee is right there asking him if he wants to submit, and he shakes his head, screaming out ‘no.’ Suddenly, his foot hits against the bottom turnbuckle, and Morgan releases the hold as her shock collar begins to electrocute her. She shakes and shudders on the mat as she clutches at her throat.
Biff Franklin: I thought Donohue was gonna tap out there! How lucky can one man be?
Christine Donahue: Why does it have to be luck? He knew what he was doing!
Biff Franklin: Go ahead, stick up for your brother.
Christine Donahue: He’s not my… shut up, Biff.
Morgan rolls over onto her stomach after the shock collar stops its damage, and Lash is still on the mat as well, selling the effects of the Three Rivers Crossing. Lash slowly gets to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. Morgan starts to push herself off the mat when Lash charges over and stomps her down.
Christine Donahue: Trash Compactor!
Lash looks around the arena, his face a bloody mess, and he steps over Morgan, squats down, and pulls the chain up over his shoulder. He reaches for one of Morgan’s legs and wraps the chain around it, then grabs the other and wraps the chain around it. He tucks both legs under his arm and leans back!
Biff Franklin: It’s a variant of the Donahue Deathlock, using the chain to wrap up Morgan’s legs! Morgan can’t power out without choking herself with her collar!
Morgan snaps awake as Lash applies the pressure to her back. She realizes she can’t use her feet to leverage out, she tries to crawl towards the ropes, but Lash has her well into the center of the ring.
Christine Donahue: What’s she going to do here?
Morgan is in obvious pain as Lash leans back on her. The referee leans down, asking Morgan if she’s going to give it up. She reaches out for the ropes, but they are too far away. Lash is holding on with all his might as he leans back.
Biff Franklin: Look, Morgan’s gotta get out of this move, but I don’t see how she’s gonna do it.
Morgan raises her hand off the mat like she might tap out, but she clenches it tight. Slowly, she lays her head on the mat and becomes listless as the referee checks on her. When she becomes unresponsive, the referee calls for the bell.
The bell rings.
Christine Donahue: Did he…? Did she…?
Lash hears the bell and falls forward. The referee removes Lash’s collar and then untangles Morgan’s legs from the chain before removing her collar. Lash lies on the mat, trying to catch his breath.
Biff Franklin: I know that feeling. Both of these competitors are gonna feel this for the next week.
The referee makes sure that Morgan is okay as she blinks her eyes open and responds to his questions. The referee walks over to check on Lash, too, making sure he’s okay. He calls in a doctor to look at the cut on Lash’s forehead that’s still bleeding, causing him to be a bloody mess. There hasn’t been an announcement yet as the doctor wipes off Lash’s face. Morgan slaps her hand to the mat angrily as she sits up. The referee finally gets up, walks over, talks to the ring announcer, and asks for the Multiuniversal Championship handed to him.
Torres: The winner of the match by way of referee’s decision, and the NEW Splat Multiuniversal Champion. Laaaaaaaaaaaaash. Dooooonooooohuuuuuuuuue!
Lash has gotten to his feet, as has Morgan, and as the referee goes to give Lash the belt, Morgan rushes over and snatches it from his grip. The referee goes to try and give it back, and she shoves him aside and walks over to Lash. She’s not happy about it, as she looks at the belt and then looks at him before just shoving it into his chest. The two stare at each other before Morgan says something that looks to be snarky, then gives him a bow that is in no way meant to be respectful, and then turns and leaves the ring as Lash’s music begins to play in the arena.
Christine Donahue: Lash Donohue is the third Multiuniversal Champion! He’ll only have a few weeks to enjoy this feeling as he will show up at Uprising on March 6th to defend that title against Don Tirri in a Stairway to Heaven match. We haven’t been given the rules for this match but have been told to expect them to be announced in the next few days.
Biff Franklin: It was a hard-fought victory, but take nothing away from Morgan Payne, who was a rock-solid champion. She defended that title tooth and nail, and she should be proud.
Christine Donahue: We will see you in five weeks at Uprising. For Biff Franklin and everyone at Splat, thank you for tuning in, and enjoy the rest of Legendary 13! There are more great matches to come!
Episode Number One Coming February 2021
We cut to backstage where we see Mari Moon standing side by side with half of the tag team champions, Moonlight Master, who doesn’t seem very happy to be there.
Mari Moon: Hello 1WM, I’m here with Moonlight Master as she gets ready to defend her title for the first time in a little bit.
Moonlight Master: I just want to go to the bathroom.
Mari Moon brushed Moonlight’s comment and continued with the interview.
Mari Moon: Your sister has been pretty vocal since winning the titles, a month ago, but the same cannot be said about you, what are your feelings towards that monumental win.
Moonlight sighed as Mari Moon stretched her arm to reach Moonlight’s mouth with the microphone.
Moonlight Master: I’m not the talker, ok? I like having this title, it’s a big honor and all of that. I really need to pee.
Mari Moon: And do you have any words to say to The Regulators Inc?
Moonlight Master: You want me to talk? Ok, I’ll talk, alright.
Moonlight grabbed the microphone and pulled it from Moon’s hand with such a strength that she felt on the ground.
Moonlight Master: We won last time, and things change, but I’m going to make sure they don’t. I don’t trash talk, I don’t need to trash talk, people don’t need me to trash talk. They see what I can do, and you all have seen what I can do. If you still think The Regulators have a chance, that is on you. Now, for the last time, I. REALLY. NEED. TO. PEE.
Moonlight threw the microphone behind her and entered the ladies bathroom.
1WM Tag Team Championship Match
Regulators, Inc (“Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy) vs. The Master Sisters (Moonlight and Aurora Master)
Torres: The following is a 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Honky Tonk Stomp" by Brooks & Dunn plays as Regulators, Incorporated, Jane Alder and Sadie Cassidy, make their way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first….weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred seventy-seven pounds….they hail from St. Louis, Missouri….they are FIRST EVER 1WM Tag Team Champions...they are the challengers…”Calamity” Jane Alder and Sadie Cassidy….REGULATORRRRRSSSSS, INCORPORATEEEEDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The first ever 1WM Tag Team Champions getting another shot at the titles!
America: I’m not going to lie, I thought Reg, Inc contracts expired at the end of Massive last month.
”Love is a Parasite” by Blanck Mass plays as The Master Sisters, Moonlight and Aurora, make their way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next...hailing from London, England...they are the current...reigning...and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions….they are Moonlight Master and Aurora Master….THE MASTEEEEERRRRRR SISTERRRRRRRSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Moonlight and Aurora in their first title defense after winning the championships last month at Massive.
America: I’m not going to lie, I thought the Master Sisters contracts expired at the end of Massive last month.
DING DING DING!!!
It's Aurora Master starting this match off against Sadie Cassidy and the crowd brims with anticipation as they lock up in the middle. A feverish struggle ensues where Aurora manages to back Sadie up against the ropes. The referee begins his count, and the crowd seems to grimace as Aurora huffs and delivers a brutal downward chop to Sadie's chest.
Crowd: WOOOOOOO!
Sadie's eyes bug as she drops her to her knees, clutching said chest. The crowd starts to BOOO as Aurora begins stomping Sadie's head and tries to punt kick her in the face, yet Sadie rolls out of the way and gets back to her feet. Aurora growls and rushes at Sadie with a jumping forearm, yet Sadie sidesteps and flapjacks Aurora across the ropes.
Taj: Bridging German suplex off the rope rebound by Cassidy!
One...
T...kick out!
America: Nowhere close to enough! Are you kidding me? Cassidy must be high thinking that was gonna happen!
Taj: A German suplex is a many splendid move, America. I've surely seen tides turned on it!
America: Granted, but not this damn early in the contest! They're fresh as a daisy still! Just foolishness!
Sadie quickly hauls Aurora up to her feet and tries to Irish whip her onto the Regulators Inc corner, yet Aurora reverses it and Sadie ends up in The Masters' corner getting worked with stomps, kicks and elbows by Aurora and the freshly tagged in Moonlight before the referee breaks it up. Moonlight sneers as she drags Sadie out of the corner and reels her in for a European uppercut which seems to devastate Sadie!
Taj: Oh geez! Like a ton of bricks!
The crowd BOO as Moonlight gets down and looks to be covering Sadie, yet she sneakily holds her forearm across Sadie's throat. The referee angrily starts to count out this illegal manoeuvre and Moonlight relinquishes, yet not before smashing Sadie in the side of the head with said forearm, seemingly knocking her out. Cover!
One…
Two...kick out!
America: Kick out by Cassidy, and she surely must be a glutton for punishment at this point.
Moonlight grabs a handful of Sadie's hair and tries to haul her to her feet that way, but Sadie let's out a shriek as she makes it clear she ain't having it! Precision kick right under the left knee of Moonlight forces Moonlight to both relinquish and drop down.
Taj: Basement dropkick! Rolling wheel kick to Aurora who's trying to sneak in for the double team! Tag to Adler!! This crowd is losing it right now!
The fans get right behind it as Jane Adler starts cleaning house with clotheslines, taking Moonlight and Aurora down again and again. Aurora rolls out of the ring to the floor, and Jane shows off just how strong she is as she hauls Moonlight to her feet. There's a laugh from the crowd and then a raucous cheer as Jane bounces Moonlight's head off one turnbuckle, drags her face along the top rope and then smashes her head into the waiting foot of Cassidy on the turnbuckle before bringing her down with a high impact swinging neckbreaker!
Taj: HAH! That's teamwork! Cover by Adler!
One…
Tw..Moonlight kicks out with gusto.
Jane gets the idea that she must stay on this and she tries to haul Moonlight back up, but Moonlight unloads with a barrage of left's and rights about the body and head, shuffling Adler backward into the Masters' corner once more.
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
America: Uggghh…..
Aurora leapfrog jumps the top rope, and the crowd voice their appreciation as she swings around in mid air and turns the motion into a spin kick, a deeply disoriented Jane Adler being left at the limited mercy of Moonlight and Aurora who send Jane off for a double irish whip. The Masters sisters both duck down expecting a backdrop, yet the crowd just about explodes as Jane leaps up and manages to deliver a running double stomp to them both before bounding over and tagging Sadie back in! Moonlight rolls out of the ring, seemingly in a lot of pain.
Taj: Sadie's dragging Aurora back up!
The crowd gets pumped once more as Sadie gives the signal and points to Jane who nods and leaps to the top rope.
Taj: Cassidy's hauling Aurora up for that brainbuster!
The 'concern' pop from the crowd is all too apparent as Aurora's legs start to kick wildly, and she manages to wriggle free of the vertical suplex position, landing on her feet and promptly crotching Jane on the top rope and causing her to crash to the concrete floor in agony.
America: She's a woman yo, but don't you be kidding yourself thinking that doesn't hurt!
Taj: Aurora well and truly in control now, hauling Cassidy up!
The fans aren't happy as Aurora gets Sadie back up and delivers a sneaky kick to the shin and a forearm allowing her to wrench Sadie backwards into the reverse sleeper position..
Taj: We all know what this is! MAS...OH MY GOD!!!!
The fans seem to echo Taj's sentiment as out of nowhere, Moonlight rushes in and whispers something before delivering her patented knock out punch to Sadie, the momentum of which drops her dangerously into the rolling cutter at the same time!
America: PLEASE DONT DIE!! MASTERMIND!! ALL IN ON MOTION! COVER!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners, and STILL the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions - THE MAAAAASTERRRRS SISSSTERRRS!!!
America: I am just blown away by the devastation that Aurora and Moonlight leave behind them at any given time!
Taj: Not a knock on Regulators Inc, as former champions, they have honestly been fantastic as well. But you know something? The Masters just proved why it's THEIR time now, and why they're gonna stay on up here for a LONG time to come!
Taj looks over at America who seems nonplussed.
Taj: Oh c'mon, America. Better than Agents of Chaos, right?
Before America can object, there's one more quick shot of Moonlight and Aurora celebrating their victory before we go to a commercial.
The World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from AccorHotels Arena in Paris, France
Streaming February 28, 2021
Contest of Champions Match: Pride of 1WM Champion versus World Heavyweight Champion
Jacob Striker vs. “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk
Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY THIRTEEN MAIN EVENT CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS between the Pride of One Wrestle Movement Champion and the One Wrestle Movement World Heavyweight Champion!
The crowd explodes with cheers.
Torres: The match is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
The lights on the stage begin to strobe as "KARATE" blasts through the speakers and Super Tiger runs out from behind the curtain. She runs to each end of the stage, waving to the audience, before coming back to the center. She points a finger toward the ceiling, looking up as rainbow colored pyro fires off behind her from one side of the stage to the other then back again. Once the pyro has concluded, she makes her way down the ramp, smiling and waving at the fans. She takes a replica of her mask, in a vacuum sealed bag, and hands it to a young fan at ringside before making her way to the commentary desk and putting her headset on.
Taj: Welcome back to 1WM and to the commentary table, Super Tiger.
Super Tiger: Thank you so much for having me! I'm super excited to be here!
"Necessary Evil" by Motionless in White feat. Jonathan Davis plays as Jacob Striker makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….he weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of six feet….he is the current reigning Pride of 1WM Champion….he is the Straight Shooter….JACOB STRIKEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The Pride Champion made an impact upon winning the title last month at Massive!
America: And he had a lot of really strong words for Arley Kirk! This one could be really exciting. I’m looking forward to it!
Super Tiger: I think Striker knew exactly what he was getting into with my tag team partner and current World Champion Arley Kirk. A pretty bold attempt using mind games against my sister!
"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 KIRRRRKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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: This girl did some self-reflection after what Jacob said to her.
Super Tiger: She sure did. But you can never count Arley out! She's a record setting World Champion for a reason!
The referee looks at both to make sure they’re ready before calling for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Arley and Striker both glare at each other for a moment with the Pride Champ practically daring Arley to go after her. The World Champ hesitates for a moment before charging forward. She immediately hits Striker with a chop to the chest, followed by a second, and then a third.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!!!!
Strike after strike connects. Striker stumbles back to the ropes. Arley grabs him and tries to shoot him across the ring. Striker reverses the attempt and waits for Arley to return on the rebound. Unfortunately for Striker, Arley responds by catching Striker off guard with a handspring enziguri! Striker falls to the mat as Arley calls for the fans to show her some support.
Taj: Quick start to this one by Arley!
America: She seems fired up in the early going and that’s important!
Super Tiger: No one I've ever met in this business, myself included, can match Arley when it comes to speed inside the ring!
Striker stumbles back up to his feet. Arley closes the gap between the two of them. She fires off a few quick kicks to Striker’s ribs as she continues to close the gap. Striker has no choice but to cover up. Arley pulls him in and tries to set Striker up for a snap suplex. Striker shoves Arley away from her to block the attempt. Arley staggers a few steps, but when Striker tries to close the gap, Arley leaps into the air and hits him with a spinning heel kick! She then hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...kick out.
Taj: If Arley can keep this up, I think Jacob might regret the fact that he “opened Arley’s eyes” so to speak.
America: You better show our Pride Champ a lot more faith than you have thus far, Taj! Trust me on this one!
Super Tiger: A lot of people don't believe someone Arley's size can kick your head off your shoulders like an old Halloween pumpkin off the porch, but her strikes are brutal!
Striker crawls over toward the ropes and pulls himself back up to his feet. Arley charges but Striker wisely rolls out to the floor to create a bit of space. Smirking, Striker stands on the floor. Arley doesn’t let this hold her back as she charges across the ring and leaps over the ropes for a tope con hilo but Striker stepping out of the way at the last possible second! Arley’s back SMACKS into the thinly matted floor. Striker calmly shakes his head.
Taj: Arley just crashed and burned!
America: High risk moves are called that for a reason!
Super Tiger: Arley started out in the backyard scene. She knows the consequences of high risk moves like that one. She's also been known to bounce right back from crashes like that! COME ON ARLEY!
Arley tries to ignore the pain as she slowly pulls herself back up to her feet. Striker immediately grabs hold of her and drives Arley into the guardrail---slamming her back into it. Arley’s eyes stay wide in pain as Striker rolls her back into the ring. Arley staggers back up to her feet. Striker lifts her off of the mat and delivers a massive backbreaker! Striker looks down at Arley and shakes his head before covering.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Jacob saw an opening and now he’s beginning to pick it apart.
America: I told you that you weren’t giving him enough credit!
Super Tiger: He's really starting to target Arley's back here. Smart strategy. Makes it hard to fly when you can't even stand up straight.
Striker grabs Arley and drives his knee directly into the middle of Arley’s back. He pulls back and locks her into a chinlock---being sure to keep his knee directly in Arley’s back as well. Arley is able to bring herself back up to her feet, but not before Striker does some more damage. Once Arley’s standing, Striker hits her in the back with a clubbing blow before dragging Arley onto her shoulders! The Pride Champ slams her down to the mat just moments later with a Samoan drop, hooking the leg for a cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: This is methodical, but…
America: It’s effective! And quite frankly, right now, the fact that it’s been effective is all that matters!
Super Tiger: This Striker obviously knows what he's doing. He's like a shark that's smelled blood in the water! But giving up isn't in Arley's vocabulary!
Striker delivers a stomp to the middle of Arley’s back. He then grabs Arley and once again tries to lift her back up to her feet. Jacob hoists Arley onto his shoulders again and this time tries to set her up for a torture rack. Jacob manages to do some more damage to Arley’s back. The Pride Champ yells out to make sure that everyone is watching him before continuing to do damage with the torture rack. Unfortunately for him, Arley is able to free herself from Striker’s grasp. She lands on the mat behind Striker and waits patiently. When Striker turns around to face her, Arley steps forward and hits him with a lunging knee strike! She clutches at her back for a moment before hooking the leg for a cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Arley needed that one!
America: That she did!
Super Tiger: Huge reversal there for the World Champion!
Arley takes a moment to recover as Striker shakes his head and groggily pulls himself back up to his feet. Once Striker is up, Arley gathers some energy and runs at him. Striker tries to cut her off with a clothesline, but Arley ducks underneath the attempt and bounces off of the ropes again. She leaps into the air and sends Striker crashing to the mat with a hurricanrana! Arley hooks the leg for a cover.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Arley pops up to her feet and calls for the fans to get riled up. Striker slowly brings himself back up to his feet as well and staggers over toward the corner. Arley charges over and throws her shoulder hard into Striker’s ribs! She follows it up with a second for good measure. She then slaps Striker’s chest and grabs her arm. Arley walks the ropes and shows off some impressive agility.
Taj: This is what people love to see from Arley! She’s in a position to put this away!
Arley continues to walk the rope. Striker runs forward and knocks Arley off of the ropes! Arley goes flying out of the ring and she hits her back on the guardrail! Arley’s eyes go wide in pain as she struggles to bring herself back up to her feet. Striker takes a moment to recover as Arley tries to power her way back into the ring. When she gets into the ring, Striker quickly grabs hold of her and powers Arley onto his shoulder. Jacob tries to deliver an Argentine backbreaker. Arley just barely frees herself from Striker’s grasp. The World Champ lands on her feet and waits for Striker to turn around. When Striker does so, Arley tries to hit him with Angeldust (superkick)---though her back gives out at the last possible moment. She drops to her knees for a moment before pulling herself back up to her feet.
Taj: That was a bad time for that to happen!
America: Not for Jacob it wasn’t!
Super Tiger: She's tough as a two dollar steak but even Arley isn't immune to constant damage to one specific body part.
Sure enough, before Arley can reach her feet, Striker bounces off of the ropes and hits Arley in the back with a discus elbow smash! Arley, clearly feeling the effects, tries to crawl back up to her feet after the impact. Striker pulls the World Champion up before dropping her with his The Apocalypse (Emerald Flowsion)!
Taj: This could be it!
The Pride Champion covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this Contest of Champions match...the Pride of 1WM Champion...Jacob Striker!!!
Taj: These are two GREAT champions!
America: Tell me about it.
Super Tiger: A great match for sure, and one Jacob should be proud of, but you can't discount Arley here. She gave it her all, played it up for the fans, but unfortunately she came up short this evening. Thank you both again for having me! It's been a lot of fun!
“Coming Undone” by Korn echoes through the speakers as Jacob Striker disappears behind the curtain. Arley begins to stir in the ring, the look of pain and disappointment covers her face as she looks at the ramp. The young cocky wrestler known as Jack Gibson makes his way back through the curtain microphone in hand.
Super Tiger: Who is this guy?
Taj: This is Eternal Lucha’s Jack Gibson, Super Tiger.
Jack Gibson: So...this is the One Wrestling Movement World Champion. Or at least what is left of her.
He smirks as the crowd boos the young outsider from Eternal Lucha.
Jack Gibson: When I heard you had followed my lead and signed on the dotted line to compete in Eternal Lucha, I was excited. Finally someone of my calibre in the company. Someone who can compete on my level, go toe to toe with what I bring.
He takes a few steps down the ramp.
Jack Gibson: But I am glad I came here tonight. Sure it was fun to mess with that has been earlier in the show, but you. You are the real reason I came here tonight. And after all the hype..meh. I’m not really impressed, I’m actually disappointed. But hey not all of us can live up to the hype right Arley?
Jack shifts in his feet, and soaks in the boos from the crowd that rain down on him.
Jack Gibson: So how about I leave you with a little gift, some advise, stay here where it is safe. Stay in this company where you can be queen of the castle. Because if you step foot into the Eternal Lucha ring I will make sure to expose you for the fraud that tonight PROVED you are.
He chuckles.
Jack Gibson: To think, you're what this place calls a world champion, maybe I should stop by after I am done in Eternal Lucha and give One Wrestling Movement a world champion looks like.
Jack drops the microphone and disappears behind, the 1WM World Champion in shock in the middle of the ring.
Taj: Thank you for joining us tonight, everyone. On behalf of We Are Splat!, we will see you all next month at Legendary Fourteen in Paris, France!
America: And I can guarantee that there will be no love spread from the roster when we get there.
Taj: Goodnight!
Man’s Voice: They say that when one door closes, another one opens. Yeah, I know it’s a tired cliché. It doesn’t make it any less true.
The door suddenly shuts, casting everything into darkness.
Woman’s Voice: Usually, the door presents itself right away. But sometimes...
The sound of the slamming door echoes through the void, then fades to silence. After a long pause, she continues.
Woman’s Voice: Sometimes, it can take a while….
Another pause.
Man’s Voice: We’re here.
The screen stays black for a moment, before fading back in on a tight shot of the passenger’s side door of a black convertible. The camera quickly zooms out to show a pair of long, slender legs clad in tight black leather stepping out of the car. As the car doors shut, the owner of the leather-clad legs begins to speak.
Woman: Yup, this is the place.
The man can be heard scoffing in the background as the camera pans toward the back door of Arena Mexico. A security guard is standing by the door, watching as the sound of footsteps approach. His eyes widen with surprise as he recognizes the pair.
Guard: (under his breath) ¿Damon y Aurora Graves? Pensé que se retiraron. (Damon and Aurora Graves? I thought they retired.)
The camera pans around to show the former multiple-time tag team champions, Aurora wearing a red top under a black motorcycle jacket and Damon wearing a black “Nightmare on Elm Street” t-shirt. Both of them have their eyes covered in black aviator sunglasses. As they approach the door, Aurora smiles at the guard and whips her sunglasses off.
Aurora Graves: Lo estábamos, pero ya no. (We were, but not anymore.)
Still surprised, the guard looks on, holding the door open as Aurora and Damon walk through. Once inside, the camera moves to position in front of the couple. Damon takes off his sunglasses and smirks as he stares into the camera. Aurora sees the gleam in his eye and clears her throat.
Aurora Graves: Ready to have some fun?
Damon chuckles at his wife as his eyebrow darts upward slightly.
Damon Graves: Oh, I’m ready. But the real question is, are these fuckers ready for US?
Aurora giggles, tossing her long blonde hair back as she shakes her head.
Aurora Graves: Remember, we’re just here to observe; get a feel for the other people here. No shenanigans.
Damon stops in his tracks as Aurora takes a couple of steps ahead. He slumps his shoulders and scoffs.
Damon Graves: Aw, come on! I’m always on my best behavior….
He moves to catch up to Aurora, who rolls her eyes as she sighs.
Aurora Graves: YOUR best behavior? That’s what I’m afraid of.
Damon moves in front of Aurora, putting his hands on her shoulders as he looks into her eyes. He arches his eyebrow again, his emerald green eyes gazing into her blue eyes in a disarming smolder.
Damon Graves: Is this the face of a man that came here to stir shit up?
Aurora fights it, but eventually a smile forces its way onto her face. It quickly shifts to a playful smirk as she shakes her head.
Aurora Graves: Yeah, yeah. Tonight, we watch. The REAL fun is yet to come….
Her eyes narrow as she gives the camera a mischievous smile. The pair walk off as the scene fades out.
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Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY THIRTEEN “GUERRA DE LAS LEYENDAS”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: Mexico City, Mexico, we are here! It’s been years since I’ve been in this wonderful city and being back here this weekend has brought back fond memories.
Taj: Well 1WM memories are going to be made tonight as we have an action packed show in store.
Suddenly there is a HUGE pop from the Mexico City crowd as the 1tron pops up with a scene from backstage.
Taj: This Mexico crowd knows who this is! Say what you want about Arley Kirk, but she really does know how to dive and flip around the way these people like it!
America: Is she a wrestler or is our World Champion just a glorified trapeze artist? Because this isn't One Circus Movement, Taj!
Arley had been slipping on her kneepads and lacing up her boots as the camera strolled on in through the open locker room door, and there's another POP as AK looks up from what she's doing and mouths 'thank you' then blows the fans a kiss before finishing up with her boots.
Arley Kirk: YUH, Mehico!!!!!!
Crowd: YUH, GRRRRRL!!!!
Arley couldn't look more pleased as her catchphrase is spat back at her from the fans in such a way that it seems as though it makes the walls vibrate.
Arley Kirk: I'm SO f…
Arley stops short as there's a big pop for Mari who pokes her head around the door and knocks as she enters.
Mari Moon: Well if it isn't young Arlia..
Arley Kirk: Ah Ah. Arley will do, Mari! Come on in!
Mari nods and she starts to step into the room, yet there is a mixed reaction as Arley's brother Lash rudely barges into the room, just about knocking Mari on her behind in the process before snarling and then kicking the metal trash can across the room. It narrowly misses Arley who looks completely taken aback.
Arley Kirk: Lash, what the f..
Lash Donohue: SHUT UP, BITCH. You talk too much as it is!!
Mari slowly backs away and out of the room with the 'oh dear' look on her face.
Crowd: BOOOOOOO…
TAmerica: What's up dreadlocks' ass tonight? I….I like it!
Arley is wearing a definite angry scowl, yet she is rendered speechless. Lash sneers as he advances on her slowly.
Taj: Of course you would like it.
Arley Kirk: Hey! You! Calm down and...
There is a surprised rabble from the fans as Lash scoops Arley up by the lapels of her spiky jacket and slams her back first against the locker. A pained expression crosses AK's face as she reaches for the back of her head, which he also slammed into the locker.
Lash Donohue: I TOLD YOU to shut up, you dumb bitch!
With the words 'dumb' and 'bitch', the back of Arley's head twice more meets the locker. Mexico City really isn't happy about this, and their raucous booing is growing louder by the second.
Lash Donohue: Now, you listen to me and you listen to me good. I am sick and I am TIRED of you, Arley! SICK AND TIRED! You wanna know WHY? Well. I'ma TELL you why! You're fake as press on nails going around here acting like some kinda beacon of virtue! You have more skeletons in your closet than any of us!
Arley's eyes widen in confusion and also shock, as Lash throws a hard right at the locker. Lash deliberately only just missed out on putting the sizeable locker dent that he created into his sister's face before he presses his forehead against hers, tearing into her once more.
Lash Donohue: You're gonna lead us? HAH. Yeah straight to the unemployment lines, you fraud! You self interested twat! You freakin' travesty!
Lash had been shoving Arley into the locker repeatedly throughout, and she had finally had her fill. With an ear shattering scream, Arley wrenches herself from his grasp and Lash falls down HARD on the concrete as she jumps up and delivers a solid headbutt right up and under his chin!
Taj: I believe they call that the Lake Fenton kiss.
The crowd lose their minds as Lash shakes off the cobwebs and he grins through the blood which freely flows from his mouth. Before he even knows it, Arley has pounced and seized him in a full nelson, sitting on his back and pressing his face into the concrete!
Arley Kirk: Lashy. Lashy. Lashy. Tsk tsk tsk. Look what you made me do!
There's a grunt from Lash as Arley gently bounces his head off the floor before letting him back up. Lash looks embarrassed as he dusts himself off and warily stands.
Arley Kirk: Listen, I think it's a really good idea if you pick a direction and fakk, y'know? It's for the greater good. You have a HUGE match ahead of you. As do I. You keep this shiz up, and Morgy is gonna give you a taste of the place you're goin' when your life is done for. Frankly, as much as I want you to bring that MultiUniversal strap home to One Wrestle, I hope she fries your ass beyond recognition tonight. I hope she destroys you with the thing you love so much. I hope that you fakkin' take something away from it. But my hopes are fleeting..go on, what do you want? A hug? Beat it!
The angry grimace on Lash's face oddly subsides as Arley speaks.
Lash Donohue: Awww. Thanks sis! I can always count on you! And same back atcha. I hope my boy Jakey tips your head off like it's a gotdang cocktail onion and proceeds to kick it around the arena before he embarasses the useless husk that's left, ONE TWO THREE. He's the Pride champion. Nobody's freakin' proud of YOU!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!!
A growl builds up in Arley's throat as Lash speaks, before she finally lets out another ear piercing shriek and hurls a 6lb dumbbell.
Crowd: WOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!
If Lash hadn't ducked out of the way arrogantly and bolted off down the hall, Morgan Payne would not have a challenger.
Arley Kirk: It's damn near impossible to say this about my own flesh and blood, but FAKK every part of that guy!!
This is met with a cheer which sounds as though Mexico very much agrees.
Arley Kirk: He's got one good point in the whole clusterfakk that he's gone and created. Jacob Striker, my opponent for tonight, is the Pride of 1WM champion. He also holds the PWN tag titles with my idiot of a brother. I'll never, ever take his accomplishments from him. Jacob has done some crazy things in his time as champion, and he will go down in history as one of the originals and one of the best. However...
Arley reaches up and retrieves her 1WM World title from the top of the locker. She places it over her shoulder and straightens up her entrance jacket with a grin.
Arley Kirk: This right here? It don't get more OG than this, Jakey. You're up against the gal who has been here since day ONE. Three hundred and ninety seven days. Fourteen defences. No sign of slowing down. In fact, I'm getting faster than ever.
America: Watching her wrestle gives me a headache! She makes my eyes move around entirely too much!
Arley Kirk: Can you move like this one can, Jake? Can you keep up with it? Will you give everything in your being in order to do so? Are you gonna get dragged under the wheels of this supercharged beast?
Arley grins genuinely as she pats the plate of her belt heartily.
Arley Kirk: The suicide blonde. It says it all, Jake. I will damn near shuffle off this mortal coil if it means I get my hand raised at the end of this battle of the champions, and you don't wanna be that guy on the mat when the Coyote takes flight! It's hazardous for your health. Catch ya out there, buddy.
The fans POP one last time as Arley winks and pats the camera as she shuffles past and out of sight.
Taj: Well there you have it!
America: Jacob Striker! Arley Kirk! Main event! Champion versus champion, and it's happening tonight!
The scene fades and the broadcast flips to a commercial.
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A video suddenly pops up onto the screen as the Mexican audience all turn their heads toward the screen. A loud gasp comes across the crowd as Dustin Holt appears on the screen. He appears to be standing in front of three other people.
Dustin Holt: 1MW, your world will soon be turned upside down. The Hardcore Legend himself as decided to grace you pathetic souls with his presence. The itch for competition was just too much and now a new land has risen for me to conquer. The Dog Pound will take control of the tag team division while my niece will prove her prowess in the ring. Don’t worry, I will bash brains in equally. No one is safe for we are coming. You have been warned.
They all laugh as the video fades to black.
Taj: Yet another tag team set to join an already bustling division in 1WM.
America: On top of that Dustin Holt and his niece are coming in too. 2021 is going to be super hot!
Taj: Well our first match of the night will be Taren Smoak taking on her longtime friend and guest of 1WM, Jess Anderson.
America: Who?
Singles Match
Jess Anderson vs. Taren Smoak (cornered by Nicole Smoak)
Jess Anderson vs. Taren Smoak (cornered by Nicole Smoak)
The two friends start off the match with a friendly handshake before locking up in the center of the ring. Jess’ more experience over Taren comes into play as she scoots around and locks her arms around Taren’s waist from behind. She goes for a backstabber but Taren manages to hold onto the ropes, causing Jess to crash backward all by her lonesome. Jess is quickly back up to her feet but Taren is waiting for her, hitting a back kick before executing an enziguri that sends Jess stumbling into the corner. Taren quickly marches over to Jess who tries to fight back, hitting Taren with a number of forearms that causes the Canadian-born beauty to back up a few steps. Jess is then successful at hitting Taren with a spinning heel kick before going for a cover.
One…
Two…kick out!
Taren gets the shoulder up just after the two count and the visible frustration shows on Jess’ face as Taren’s wife Nicole cheers her on from ringside.
America: It’s been a good match so far but who in the hell is Jess Anderson? I just looked at the 1WM website and there isn’t a thing on there about her.
Taj: Jess is the longtime friend of Taren. The two have always wanted to face each other in their times in wrestling but for whatever reason the stars have never aligned until now.
Jess pulls Taren up to her feet by the wrist, mutters something to her, and then runs to the ropes for added momentum. But as she meets back up with Taren, she’s hit with a uraken. Taren then follows this up with Raincouver (guillotine choke DDT into mounted forearm smashes)! Nicole erupts and stands banging her hands on the apron as Taren waits for Jess to get up. Jess only gets up to a knee before Taren charges forward once again, hitting Vancity Babe 2 (somersault cutter) before scrambling for the pin.
Torres: Here is your winner… TAREN SMOAK!
Nicole slides into the ring as Taren helps Jess up to her feet. The three friends hug in the center of the ring before Taren’s hands are raised by both Nicole and Jess.
Taj: Taren with a huge solo win tonight here at Legendary Thirteen!
America: Yeah, yeah, but who the hell is Jess Anderson?!
We go into an undisclosed location within the Arenas Mexico, the venue hosting One Wrestling Movement’s Legendary 13. There is a desk with an ashtray sitting off to the side. There’s a plate of spaghetti and meatballs with a fork sticking up from the middle. There’s a picture in the shape of New Jersey, colored to match the Italian National Flag hanging above a seat that is turned around. Seconds after we pan in, the chair turns around to see a young blonde woman wearing a fedora with her hair slicked back, a navy blue pin striped suit jacket, and a half smoked cigar hanging from her cherry red lips. She looks at the camera, stone faced as she raises a hand up in front of her.
Skye Devereux: I’m gonna make her an offer she can’t refuse…
Skye says this in a very raspy, deep voice as she drags from the large cigar, letting the smoke waft out from her mouth slowly.
Skye Devereux: Revenge is a dish best served cold. I don’t know what I’m revenging, but it doesn’t change the fact.
Skye kicks her foot up on the desk as she waves the smoke around, taking a sniff of it and smiling before returning to “character”.
Skye Devereux: I have a sentimental weakness for my children and I spoil them, as you can see. They talk when they should listen.
Skye leans back in the chair, showing off the leggings that match the color of the jacket almost perfectly. She pulls the cigar from her lips and holds it out to the side. She doesn’t break the voice as she continues.
Skye Devereux: Tonight, I make my debut against Camilla Morricone. We get to test each other’s mettle. Find out what we’re both made of. You see, after next week, it ain’t about me. I got everything to prove, but nothing really to lose.
Skye continues moving the cigar around, but she no longer keeps the “voice” up. She returns to her normal sort of raspy voice with that southern twang.
Skye Devereux: Cami’s got her hands full next week. Just because I got nothing to lose doesn’t mean I’m not gonna come at her with everything I got. Tonight is about introducing myself, giving you a taste of what I’m all about. I’m here to have a good time, and that means everything from having a little fun at my opponent’s expense, picking up W’s, rebounding from L’s, and leaving it all out in the ring.
Skye puts the cigar down in the ashtray. She keeps her legs up on the desk.
Skye Devereux: I’m not gonna go about gloating. Back home in Tulsa, it just ain’t how we do things. I’m gonna let my performances speak for themselves. I’m gonna do my best to entertain the crowd. And next week, I’m gonna do my best not to take a bullet to the heart for what I’m gonna do to Cami. I’m gonna take it as the ultimate honor to do my duty as a curtain jerker so that I can earn my spot here in 1WM. I’m gonna give myself something to lose so that I push myself to be better, and that all starts in WIsconsin next week.
Skye brings her feet down from the desk and scoots her chair in. She looks back at the camera.
Skye Devereux: What? Did ya think the spaghetti was an assault on Italian culture? No. I was just getting ready to eat dinner. Can I get some privacy here?
Skye waves the camera off as they move along, allowing her to start slurping spaghetti noodles.
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Tornado Tag Team Match
The Shinigami Foundation (Alex Slayer and David Belmont) vs. The Connelly Twins (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly)
The Shinigami Foundation (Alex Slayer and David Belmont) vs. The Connelly Twins (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly)
Taj: Mexico City really doesn't seem to have much love for the Connellys!
America: They don’t care much for the Shinigami Foundation either!
The crowd is on edge quickly for the beginning of this encounter as we see Alex Slayer start things off against Kylie Connelly, while Belmont tangles with Henderson who quickly lays into Belmont with a knife edge chop and a European uppercut. Slayer is quick to get the headlock takedown on Connelly and to try to proceed into the camel clutch to work the neck, yet Connelly uses her ingenuity to flip Slayer over onto his back and reel him into a sneaky victory roll pin!
One…
Two...
Taj: Kylie nearly taking it home in the opening minute!
Slayer is able to break free and rolls through before trying to nail Connelly with a basement dropkick, but she manages to 'splits' her way out of it and catches Slayer on the way through, reeling him into a roll up with a clear handful of tights, Mexico City really voicing their disapproval this time!
Taj: Yet another pinning predicament!
One...
Two...Alex roars with anger as he breaks out!
Alex mounts and pummels Kylie with repeated MMA style strikes about the head and body which she has no answer for. Henderson has been in control of Belmont the whole time this has been going on, laying into him with brutal and methodical strikes.
Slayer hauls Connelly to her feet and goes for the Irish whip, Connelly reverses! Belmont goes on a bit of a tear when he manages to catch a closed fist from Henderson and he drills her with his own barrage of strikes before attempting an Irish whip, yet Henderson reverses and sends him crashing into his own partner!
America: That's a predicament you DON'T wanna be in, Alex!
Henderson drills Slayer with a running corner clothesline and the fans BOOO as she and Kylie take turns laying into Slayer with kicks and stomps in the corner. The ref finally manages to get line on this and breaks it up. Connelly, furious, turns around and nails Belmont with a discus lariat, laying him out. Henderson in control, and a delayed cradle suplex out of the corner sees Alex land awkwardly and Angelita look right at David Belmont as she moves in to lock him up in La Llorana. David is about to bum rush her for the assist but there's no need as Alex is able to sweep her onto her backside.
America: Not so fast!
Henderson catches the foot of Slayer and this leaves him hobbling on one foot for a second before she tries to seize him in La Llorana again but Alex Slayer is able to enziguri his way free! After enduring a barrage of Connelly's abuse, David Belmont once more catches a hard shot and he lets out a raucous laugh as he reels her into a ripcord clothesline and then lets out a roar as he makes a beeline for Henderson as she's getting up.
Taj: Look at David GO! Clothesline to Henderson! Connelly eats one too! Henderson getting the sneaky go behind on Belmont! Wait! BOOM! Front flip snapmare driver!
The crowd cheers as they see Henderson hit the deck but it's short lived as Connelly runs in and swings him around and drills Belmont with the Extreme Injection, throwing Henderson on top as she dispatches Slayer with a superkick out of nowhere! Cover!
One...
Two…
THR...KICK OUT!
America: What's it gonna take to keep these guys down?!
Taj: A hell of a lot more than The Connelly Twins would have ever thought!
Henderson sits up with a mixture of fury and exhaustion, and Kylie looks as though she is having a tantrum, taking it all out on Alex Slayer as she looks fit to stomp the poor man to death on the mat! Henderson knows what she has to do. Slowly, she grimaces as she hauls Belmont up with a handful of hair and gives the signal before setting him up.
America: FATAL FLA..
The crowd is on its feet as Belmont wriggles free and lands on his feet. They cheer some more as they see Belmont whip Henderson into the corner, sending her crashing into Connelly who is sent flying between the ropes to the outside.
Taj: Henderson falls to her knees! HARVESTER OF SORROW! Belmont with the cover!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match by pinfall - David Belmont and Alex Slayer - THE SHHHHHINIGAAAAMI FOOOOOUNDAAATIOONNN!
Taj: Big team win for David and Alex!
We go to the back where Griffin is waiting, he sits by the wall dressed in black leather pants and a Slash T-Shirt. He cracks his neck a little before speaking.
Griffin Hawkins: So...the time has finally arrived. Tonight we crown a new number one contender. This is a Battle Royale where it's every person for themselves just for the ring to become the one to face Arley Kirk. Heh....I must say....a chance like this don't come around very often. Ever since I got here I've been thrashing dudes left and right, wanting to get my first taste of gold...and now as I look in front of me, it's all coming to a fruition. It seems as if the Metal Gods are smiling upon me, because if I play my cards right, it could be me and Arley for that belt. But I'm not gonna get cocky...no no...that's not me. Because I know I got a hard night ahead of me. This match is anyone's ball game...anyone could win this, no matter who you are. But what I see is a chance to slam dance with the biggest and the baddest 1WM has to offer.
He strokes his chin a little as he continues.
Griffin Hawkins: In this, I run into an old buddy of mine. Solomon Monster...heh heh..it's as if we're destined to do this for ages huh? You continued to keep telling me..seek life elsewhere Pup...well how does it feel to get your ass kicked by a Pup? Because last time you overlooked me thinking you're just going to go through me so easily on your way to taking out Stanton...I proved otherwise when I laid your ass out. You overlooked me, but that's always been your problem Solomon..you overlook everybody. Why? Because you don't like this generation...probably because you're jealous that this crop of talent is passing you by while you are obsolete...a tired old has been...no..a tired old never was that has to pick fights with people better than you just to cover up your failures and inadequacies. You're running around starting fires and starting wars that you don't need to fight...focusing too much on Coda and Ursula when you should be focused on this Battle Royale. Because I am looking to toss your big ass over the ropes...and trust me, you can't afford to overlook me again, because just like last time, you may end up flat on your back while my arms are raised. You don't like me? Good...because after this Battle Royal, you're gonna hate me more than ever after I hand you another embarrassing loss in the win loss column. I guess you might as well call me The Monster Slayer. So Solomon...I'm begging you..take me lightly..overlook me again...because that will make this victory all the more sweeter.
He continues on with his hand in his pockets.
Griffin Hawkins: Anthony Cross....another one who's got his eyes on the prize.....and apparently other women who aren't his wife on Social media...but that's a different story altogether. He is part of the Stanton Enterprise brand which is pretty much a thing of the past here in 1WM. Classic case of billion dollar talent and a ten cent brain...believing just because he's being represented by some pissant who tosses insults from afar but never to anyone's face that he's guaranteed to win. But Anthony..you can be represented by the Queen of England in this battle royale and it wouldn't make a difference. I'll give you one thing Anthony, you are an impressive sight. I've been in the ring with you before and you definitely can bring it. But having muscles and brute strength can only get you far my dude. Because this is a contest where if you hit the floor..you hit the showers. Hell..usually the biggest man in the rumble goes first because everybody makes sure to get rid of him first when they all throw him out. That size big man makes you a target...but who's to say we all won't throw you out. All it would take is one kick from me...and out you go. My advice, watch your ass.
He smiles a little before moving on to the next opponent.
Griffin Hawkins: And then there's the second client of Joshua Samson. She wants to become the Number One contender, why? Because in her mind..she deserves it. Bianca Davis..the self proclaimed Queen Bee of 1WM. By looking at you Bianca...its easy to see what I'm dealing with. See Bianca, I don't know you personally...but I know your type. I've actually grown up around people of your ilk...rich, spoiled, entitled, thinking the world should just roll over and hand you everything on a silver platter. Something tells me that you never heard the world no ever in your life...so I'm gonna say it to you now. Are you gonna win this Battle Royale? No. Because as good as you think you are, there are people in this far better than you...and it wouldn't be a surprise if you got eliminated early. Who knows, I may end up throwing you out myself and watching you throw a temper tantrum like a child. All the money in the world is not gonna buy you a win in this Bianca. Come up against me...and you're gonna be bankrupt.
He paces back and forth, thinking on the impending battle.
Griffin Hawkins: Jenn Drew...an old friend. You and me...we've been friends for over a decade. You and me and your family have gotten along well, I even was in the same companies as your sister. We all have been up and down the road together day and night talking about why we wanted to do this in the first place. And now...here we are on the brink of making history. You and me know what's at stake here. And if I don't win it...I hope it's you. But I'm just not gonna step aside and let you take it...I have to do what I have to do.
After a sigh, he smooths his hair back.
Griffin Hawkins: Doukeki and I have sort of bonded in the last year. Both of us left that joke of a company and found our way here. Even back when we were in the same company together..I can see in your eyes you wanted to be on top of the Mountain Doukeki...you want to be known as the best in the industry today. 15 Years under your belt is proof that you are indeed the toughest the sport has to offer. Now, you and I are no longer tag partners...but potential rivals for the right to fight Arley for the World Heavyweight Title. You know I have the upmost respect for you, but business is business...and if I gotta toss you over the ropes....I'm gonna do it. May the best athlete win.
He looks straight at the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: Friends...foes...it doesn't matter to me. Every man and woman for themselves to secure a title shot against Arley. No one knows who its gonna be....but it's just a matter of time before we crown a new number one contender. And if its me....Arley better be ready. Because somebody is gonna get rocked.
He puts his shades on before walking off.
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Two on One Handicap Match
Coda and "Terminator" Ursula Von Rossbach vs. Solomon Monster
Coda and "Terminator" Ursula Von Rossbach vs. Solomon Monster
Torres: The following is a HANDICAP MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
Turquoise fog pours onto the stage and down the aisle as the growling tones of Angela Gossow starts to play over the arena’s sound system. “Under Black Flags We March” by Arch Enemy assaults the senses with thunderous, brutal guitar riffs and heavy drum thuds! Four columns of pyrotechnic spark fountains explode from both sides of the stage to the music’s beat while the spotlight backdrop silhouettes Coda and Ursula’s contrasting body types at the center. The powerhouse of the two marches forward with rippling muscles and heavy stomps while her wiry opposite glides with light steps down the aisle bellowed with dyed mist. The two share a knowing glance as the Mexico City crowd cheers the unlikely duo, their bodies starting to move in unison.
Ursula shows off what her physique can do when she leaps onto the apron from ringside only to be met by Coda who climbed the steel steps. In matching ring gear colors, the smallest of the two elegantly climbs through the ropes while the New Mexican strongwoman steps over the top with little exertion. Gesturing to the cheers of her people, Von Rossbach raises her arms in a V-shape, fists clenched with one leg crossed in front of the other. After a pause, the shorter Coda stands in front of her with an outstretched open hand to the crowd with her other hand closed at her extended arm’s elbow, her stance wide with her legs apart. The lights return to their typical 1WM Legendary fare, and the two politely grab microphones from the ringside crew.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Buenas tardes, fans de 1WM. Estamos ante ustedes esta noche, en la Ciudad de México, para buscar venganza por la atroz interferencia de nuestro oponente, Solomon Monster.
Mexico City roars with approval for the woman billed from roughly a thousand miles away! It’s clear the Spanish speakers among them are especially appreciative. Ursula walks towards the ropes, allowing her grip to trail along the steel cables wrapped in rubber hose encasings as she walks around her stage.
Ursula Von Rossbach: This fool not only had the arrogance to butt into our affairs and cost myself and Ms. Coda an opportunity for advancement, but he chose to stand before two of the most polished competitors in the 1WM locker room. Two individuals who, in their own unique and highly specialized ways, are experts in the anatomy of human destruction.
With a nod, the Korean-American’s attention shifts to the audience after she clears her throat into the crook of her elbow.
Coda: It is true. The reason given was insufficient as well. He attempted to call our match at Glory #8 a “farce” because there were no surface-level stakes. Ridiculous!
The Lady Terminator hooks an arm behind her back, stopping to turn towards her animated teammate with dignity and intelligence.
Ursula Von Rossbach: The only farce in this entire affair was the reason he had given. At best, it was a weak reasoning, and at worst, it was an excuse to place himself before the cameras at the expense of we, the alleged “younger blood” of professional wrestling.
Coda adjusts her surgical face mask of the night, assuring the elastic straps around the ears haven’t been undone underneath her long dark brown hair while Ursula burpees down into a pushup position. Once she hit the rep, she’s back to her feet with a jump! While her partner talks, she continues the cycle as a warmup.
Coda: Solomon allowed his hatred for Leo to cloud his judgment when he could have waited until the match was through. How ironic, yes? He speaks of the younger generation with such disdain, yet he embodies the traits most often associated with millennials!
Now back to her feet, the brawny woman doesn’t look out of breath in the slightest. Even still, she listened to all Coda said, too.
Ursula Von Rossbach: He thinks he knows best, like any entitled twit. I demanded a match against the fool, and he counterproposed a handicap offering against myself and Ms. Coda. It is an insult to our ability and a sign of severe arrogance and ignorance on his part. For that, we shall gladly make him suffer a steep penalty for it.
Ursula drops down into a pushup position once more, this time quietly asking Coda to sit on her back. After a little hesitation, the Seoul Samurai does just that with crossed legs. After a couple of pushups, Von Rossbach opts to use one arm as the neurodivergent fan favorite speaks into her microphone.
Coda: I would have much preferred a one-on-one contest as well, but if we are to do this together, we will forge an unstoppable alliance, the likes of which 1WM has never seen!
Coda lowers her microphone so it’s near her partner’s mouth, all the while still lifted and lowered while the pushups continue.
Ursula Von Rossbach: And one that few, if any, will be able to match.
The ruckus audience shouts and applauds the idea of the two becoming an official tag team! Coda stands and bows humbly while Ursula hops back to her feet with a brief smile.
Coda: Must we talk about The Headhunters?
Ursula Von Rossbach: Indeed. It would certainly seem that they are just as likely to either go against their fellow comrade’s wishes or be acting secretly for his wishes. A likely tactic would be to distract me in some manner while Solomon focuses on who he believes to be the weaker link. However, I know differently, and so too shall he soon learn if that is the approach he takes, my deadly little friend.
Ursula brings her attention to the nearest camera, staring into it with a modicum of intensity and determination. In the background, Coda has perched herself onto the top of the turnbuckle with legs crossed as she happily fidgets with the straps of her forearm guards.
Ursula Von Rossbach: The greatest error that our foe has made is assuming I fear anything or anyone. In this assumption, you have made your final, fatal mistake. I assure you, Solomon, that there is no aspect of you I find intimidating in the slightest. When compared against the brutality of life and the challenges I have faced long before ever meeting you, at best, you are an obstacle that I intend fully to overcome. If I must do so with a partner, then at least I stand beside someone who has earned my respect.
She turns back to face Coda, offering her a small smile. She receives a grin in return as Coda tightens her forearm guard’s strap and hops off the turnbuckle with excitement!
Coda: The feeling is mutual. Now be quiet. It is almost time.
Ursula gives her teammate a confused look but Coda is visibly oblivious to her facial reaction. Instead, she looks at the camera close-up, her jovial look giving way to an intimidating stoicism.
Coda: We... will... fight!!!
America: I really, really hate her catchphrase…
Taj: It’s quite catchy, America.
"Godzilla" by Eminem hits the arena sound system as Solomon appears at the top of the ramp. He smirks as he makes his way down to the ring.
Taj: If this was anyone else, you'd assume that being in a handicap match would be as unfair as it gets.
America: Yeah, but...this isn't anyone else that we're talking about! It's Solomon.
Taj: And that's a scary thought.
Ursula and Coda both look at each other and nod. Suddenly, they both focus their attention on Solomon much to the delight of the fans.
Taj: Coda and Ursula aren't going to waste any time in getting things started!
America: Honestly, that's probably a good idea!
The two women immediately step toward Solomon and begin to alternate hitting him with hard right hands. Blow after blow connects with the big guy as Solomon stumbles back. Once he reaches the ropes, Ursula and Coda both look at one another and nod. They grab hold of Solomon and shoot him across the ring. Ursula and Coda step toward the middle of the ring and wait for Solomon to come back on the rebound. They both lift him into the air for a double back body drop, Solomon hitting the mat hard! He tries to pull himself back up to his feet, with Ursula charging at him to keep the momentum going. Solomon steps forward and hits Ursula in the mouth with a hard right hand that sends her staggering back. Solomon then charges at Coda and tries to hit her as well---only to walk into a dropkick! Solomon stumbles back from the impact. Ursula powers the big man into the air and slams him down with a Samoan drop that gets quite a few cheers from the fans in attendance!
Taj: Would you look at that teamwork?!
America: This isn't fair! And when the referee finally takes control of this match...it's going to spell trouble for Ursula and Coda! Just you wait!
The referee looks at both Coda and Ursula, demanding that one of them step out onto the apron so that the match can actually begin. Ursula and Coda both look at one another. Ursula steps out onto the apron so that Coda can get things started. Once Solomon makes it back up to his feet, the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Almost immediately, Coda runs across the ring and begins to hit Solomon in the chest with a series of chops.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Blow after blow connects as Coda tries to wear down the big man. Solomon responds by turning and blasting Coda in the mouth with an elbow shot. He follows it up with a second as Coda nearly falls to the mat. Solomon grabs hold of Coda and pulls the Seoul Samurai in toward him. Solomon hoists Coda onto his shoulders and runs forward, slamming Coda to the mat with a powerslam! Instead of covering, Solomon grabs hold of Coda and drags her back to her feet.
Taj: What are you supposed to do when you're in the ring with someone that can throw you around like that?!
America: You keep on fighting, Taj...it's that simple. You just keep on fighting and hope that Solomon makes a mistake!
Solomon hits Coda with a throat thrust that sends her staggering back to the ropes. Coda slumps against them for a moment before charging out of the corner and trying to switch the momentum to her side. She hits Solomon with a forearm smash, but Solomon remains on his feet. He practically dares Coda to try again. Coda obliges without much hesitation, but unfortunately for her, Solomon steps forward and sends Coda crashing to the mat with a swinging side slam! Solomon once again grabs Coda to drag her back up to her feet.
Taj: Solomon has made it very clear that he's going to enjoy this match!
America: As he should! I’m wondering when we’ll see the arrival of Erick St. John?
Taj: It has never been confirmed by Solomon or ESJ if ESJ was going to be involved in this match.
America: Yeah, you’re right. It’ll be at the end of the match. That makes sense.
Taj: What?! I never said that.
While Coda groggily tries to keep herself upright, Solomon bounces off of the ropes and tries to line himself up with Coda for a big boot! Coda just barely ducks underneath the kick and begins to pick up a bit of speed herself---bouncing off of the ropes and catching the back of Solomon's knee with a chop block! The impact sends Solomon to a knee. Coda bounces off of the ropes again and catches Solomon in the mouth with a shining wizard! Coda immediately begins to pound away on Solomon with a series of right hands! The fans cheer loudly, though Solomon throws Coda off! He pulls himself back up to his feet and tries to power Coda up onto his shoulders. Coda gets a thumb into Solomon's eye, causing him to put Coda down on the mat! Coda bounces off of the ropes and throws herself at Solomon, sending the big man crashing to the mat. Once again, Coda begins to throw lefts and rights at Solomon's face, stopping only when the referee comes and pulls her off!
Taj: These fans are LOVING this!
Solomon drags himself back up to his feet. Coda runs and blasts Solomon with a knee strike that sends him staggering. Coda then grabs hold of Solomon and pulls him in for a neckbreaker. Solomon powers Coda out of the way and turns around, hitting her with a big boot! Coda stumbles back to her corner of the ring before falling through the ropes. Ursula tags herself into the match just before Coda hits the floor.
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
America: Dumbest….catchphrase...ever….
Solomon glares out at Coda as Ursula steps into the ring and charges at Solomon, hitting him with ____! Ursula glares at Solomon, who stumbles but doesn't hit the mat. Ursula grabs hold of Solomon and tries to power him into the air. Solomon fights his way out of Ursula's grasp. He grabs Ursula by the throat and tries to set her up for a chokeslam. Ursula kicks Solomon in the knee to knock him away before pulling Solomon in. Ursula drives her knee into Solomon's ribs to set him up for a butterfly suplex but Solomon powers out and shoves Ursula away!
Taj: These are two of the most powerful wrestlers in 1WM today!
America: They know how to hit hard and it shows!
Ursula recovers and charges at Solomon, only to get sent crashing to the mat with a clothesline! Ursula pulls herself back up to her feet as Solomon goes to bounce off of the ropes. Coda notices and gets her knee into Solomon's back to send him staggering. Solomon turns around and glares at Coda, only to have Ursula hit him in the back of the head with a clubbing blow! Coda pulls down on the ropes as Ursula sends Solomon crashing out to the floor!
Taj: Coda and Ursula are making a formidable team.
America: And NOW would be the perfect time for Erick to come out here to even things up!
Ursula steps out to the floor to meet with Solomon and immediately begins to pound away on him with right hands, trying to wear him down. Solomon starts fighting back. Ursula responds by ramming Solomon's face into the ring post! The Monster, now busted open, stumbles around from the impact. Ursula lines up with him and tries to blast him into the crowd with a clothesline. Solomon responds by launching into the air and sending him into the timekeeper!
Taj: Did you ever get the feeling that the referee isn't going to be able to get control of a match...?
America: This is totally unfair! Solomon still has to take part in the battle royale tonight! WHERE IN THE HELL IS ERICK ST. JOHN?!
Coda spins him around and tries to hit Solomon in the chest with a chop!
Crowd: WOOO!
Coda tries to follow it up with a second but Solomon throws Coda off and into the steel steps! Trying to wipe the dripping blood from his face, Solomon grabs Ursula, puts her onto his shoulders, and sends her through the announce table with ____!
Taj: ARE YOU OKAY, AMERICA?!
America: URSULA’S BIG BODY WRECKED OUR TABLE!
The fans gasp as Ursula lies in the wreckage of the table. Solomon glares down at her and shakes his head...only to turn around and have Coda throw a steel chair at his profusely bleeding head!
Taj: Normally, that would be it...
America: It seems like Coda disagrees!
Coda grabs the chair off of the floor and BLASTS Solomon in the head with another shot! The impact sends Solomon stumbling around before he crashes into the steel steps! Solomon doubles over for a moment. Coda takes advantage of the opening to hit him in the back with another chair shot! Solomon doubles over the steps. Coda grabs Solomon by the head and plants him on the stairs with a DDT!
Taj: Solomon has taken several headshots so far in this match. That can’t surely bode well for him.
America: Of course it doesn’t, Taj. This was all an elaborate plan on Coda’s and Ursula’s part to weaken Solomon and increase the already slim chance of Griffin Hawkins winning the battle royale later tonight!
She glares down at The Monster for a brief moment before making a cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Coda immediately goes over to check on Ursula.
Torres: The winners of this match...Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach!
Taj: Coda is NOT a happy woman right now...
America: Where in the hell is Erick St. John?! The Headhunters?! This is some bullsh….
As the returns from an advertisement the crowd is loud and hyped up from an exciting night of action so far. There is a buzz among the fans as they get ready for more 1WM action. An unfamiliar theme song begins to play as two men walk out onto the stage. As the spotlight sweeps through the crowd and comes to rest on them, we see that it is none the masked El Leon Dorado and Moctezuma, two local luchador heroes!
Taj: El Leon Dorado ad Moctezuma are here!
America: Well El Leon has been advertised to be here all month, Taj.
The two men wave to the crowd as they cheer their local favorites on. The luchadores make their way down to the ring and climb in and continue to wave to the fans. After a few seconds, Moctezuma goes over and retrieves a microphone from ringside. He smiles as he addresses the crowd.
Moctezuma: Welcome! Welcome! Hello ladies and gentlemen! Is everyone enjoying the amazing wrestling we have witnessed tonight, yeah?
The crowd cheers!
Moctezuma: Now some of you may know me and my masked friend here, others probably do not. For those seeing us for the first time, my name is Moctezuma. I am a former luchador who has now switched over to life behind the announcing table. This man here is El Leon Dorado!
The crowd cheers!
Moctezuma: This man is a local superstar! He has traveled around with every major promotion here in Mexico and has been dazzling the fans with his lucha skills for years. Together, we represent a brand new lucha libre promotion called Eternal Lucha! Eternal Lucha is looking to bring back the glory and traditions of the past. We want to bring lucha libre back to its roots and show the world that lucha is one of the most exciting, breath-taking styles of wrestling around!
The crowd cheers! The two men look around and soak in the positive energy from the fans.
Moctezuma: We believe that we have put together the best roster in all of Mex…
The unfamiliar rhythm of “Coming Undone” by Korn echoes through the arena. The crowd, announcers, and even the two men in the middle of the ring seem taken a back from the unexpected interruption. A young man with a black and red cheetah print jacket and tight black jean makes his way from the back. He has a devilish grin on his face and a microphone in hand.
Jack Gibson: Well isn’t that an introduction, the so called legend El Leon Dorado, getting big leagued by his own hype man. You see unlike this washed up has been, I’m the type of man who needs no introduction, no fan fair, and no social media buzz to drum up the 5 people that know who you are and 10 more that claim they do, but in reality confusing you with someone so much more talented.
Moctezuma: I’m not sure who you…
Again Jack interrupts the man.
Jack Gibson: I am Jack Gibson, the Las Vegas deviant, the Sin City Sinner, the best god damn wrestler signed to Eternal Lucha. You see these dumb idiots aren’t going to tune in to our first show on February 3rd for his washed up ass. They will be tuning in to see what the best wrestler in the company, JACK GIBSON is up to.
He runs his hand across his mouth and a grin is left there.
Jack Gibson: So let me end this with something you two can wrap your heads around. El Doritos Locos Taco, your time is up, time to hang up the boots and step out of the limelight. Time for the next generation to show the world what wrestling is, what lucha libre is. Fuck tradition, if they wanted to watch the crap you have done for the paste 15 years, that left this once loved competition in the heap it is in now, you and your little friend with the big mouth wouldn’t have to hype you up like some local hero, especially since nobodys knows, or cares to know, who the hell you are.
The crowd begins to boo the young man, and he almost seems to be enjoying it, and has to take one last shot before leaving the stage.
Jack Gibson: So how about we get some help out here for this washed up poser well past his prime before he breaks a hip climbing through the ropes?
Jack laughs as the crowd's boos become deafening as the legend in the ring looks shocked at the disrespect of this young competitor.
Moctezuma: I don’t know…
El Leon Dorado taps Moctezuma on the shoulder and asks for the microphone, which he gets as the crowd begins to buzz.
El Leon Dorado: Listen Jack. I’ve seen a lot of men and women stand where you are and talk a big game, just like you are now. Some of those folks were able to continue to talk a big game and made something of themselves. Others were unable to. Right now, you have that opportunity to prove to these fans, the wrestling and even yourself that you can either put up or shut up. The first few shows of Eternal Lucha are booked for the El Torneo del Anillo de Oro but how about you and I do the dance on the next show after that, hey?
The crowd cheered in excitement of the potential matchup.
Jack Gibson: If you want me to step into the ring with you. If you want to use me to revitalize your career fine. But you need to understand in MY ring. When you stand toe to toe with the best in the world...it's Kill or Be Killed. See you there Tony the Tiger.
With that Jack walks through the curtain. The crowd boos as he does and cheers as the masked legend in the ring begins to climb out of the ring and make his way to the back. High fiving everyone in reach as he does.
Taj: What a build going into the debut of Eternal Lucha on February 3rd!
America: This Jack Gibson has to be the real thing but he might need to do his homework when it comes to El Leon. Though I never got to wrestle him in my day, I got to watch him work and he’s not a Mexico legend for nothing!
No Mas Match
Olivia Rhodes vs. Stasi Herveaux
Olivia Rhodes vs. Stasi Herveaux
Torres: The following is a NO MAS match where the winner must force their opponent to say No Mas to win the match!
The siren state of ”Salute” by Little Mix begins playing through the PA system in the arena as it is filled with purple and turquoise lights. The fans get on their feet as they wait for the grand entrance of one, Olivia Rhodes. When the lyrics start, Olivia comes out from behind the black curtain, she has her head held high as she walks to the top of the ramp while holding her robe out to the side as the fans instantly start to boo her. Once at the top of the stage extends her arms out to the side, smirking from ear to ear as she soaks in all the energy from the fans before doing a slow 360-degree turn. She lingers there for a few moments before she starts to make her way down the ramp. As she struts down towards the ring, her hands continue to hold out the sides of her robe.
Olivia reaches the bottom and undoes the robe, tossing it gently to the side as the chorus of the song begins to play. Olivia heads off to the right hand side and does a walkover in the middle before hopping onto the ring apron. She remains on her knees before stepping under the middle rope. She looks out at the crowd with her hands out to her sides again before heading off to the corner and climbing up the turnbuckle where she raises them once again. After hopping down she goes over to the opposite turnbuckle and repeats the same pose before getting down and leaning against the ropes as her entrance music faded away and she waits for her opponent.
Taj: Olivia is coming into this match primed and ready!
America: This match is about two years in the making and honestly I think it may be a little too late.
”The Divine Infection” by Motionless In White begins to blast throughout the PA system of the arena as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the ravenous Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar riff echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area tugging on the bottoms of a black studded leather jacket atop her usual wrestling attire, being met by a sea of boos as her signature smirk is firmly upon her face. She changes her hands from the front to clasping behind her back as she slowly yet powerfully walks to the top of the ramp and once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy (both good and bad) coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as her smirk moves into a wide smile across her crimson lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp.
About halfway down, Stasi lowers her arms and swings them with determination as she continues to exude confidence more as she gets closer to the ring. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up and putting her back to the ropes, Stasi quickly removes the jacket and twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
Taj: Stasi has been uncharacteristically quiet to the lead up to this match. For a woman that prides herself on trash talk, there basically has been none.
America: I honestly think Stasi is scared of this match. She’s had some big time matches in her short career but I think this one could prove to be her hardest.
Both women stand across the ring from one another, glaring at the other as the referee signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
And from the get go it is a clash of titans. Stasi tries to end Olivia early by grabbing Olivia’s head and driving it into her knee. But Olivia quickly reverses it and instead boots Stasi in the stomach before hitting her with a Mongolian chop that causes the outspoken Stasi to stumble backward a couple steps. Stasi charges forward again but Olivia is ready for her, scooping her up and quickly sending her crashing backfirst to the mat with a sidewalk slam. Olivia pops back up to her feet and instantly starts stomping on Stasi’s limbs as she tries to get back up to her feet. Stasi doesn’t even hesitate when she hits Olivia with a low blow that catches the tall blonde off guard and sends her stumbling back, creating some space between them.
Taj: We knew from the jump that these two were going to go at it tooth and nail from the moment the bell rang!
Stasi rises to a vertical base and the rage is radiating from her eyes as she marches over and grabs two handfuls of Olivia’s blonde hair. She mutters something angrily in Russian before hitting a series of knee strikes directly to the side of Olivia’s head. Taking a few steps back she measures Olivia up before hitting a jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick that sends her flying off to the corner. Stasi smirks before sliding out of the ring, marching over to the corner where Olivia is and positioning one leg on each side of the post before locking in a ringpost figure four leglock. Olivia writhes around in pain, screaming out.
Stasi Herveaux: QUIT BITCH! SAY THE WORDS! NO FUCKING MAS!
The referee asks Olivia if she quits but she doesn’t and eventually Stasi gets fed up and releases the hold, allowing Olivia to crawl away from the corner. Stasi slides back into the ring and mounts Olivia before hitting a series of forearm smashes until Olivia is able to block one and slide out from under Stasi. The two women rise back to their feet and Olivia hits Stasi with a double palm thrust to her chest that pushes her back. But this just angers Stasi who charges towards her once again, looking for a running 180 degree facebuster or slingblade. But when she gets mere inches away from Olivia, she’s lifted up above Olivia’s head into a gorilla press before she’s dropped abdomen first across Olivia’s knee for a gutbuster, a move Olivia calls Beast Mode. Olivia then quickly locks in a submission of her own… Merciless (headscissor crucifix choke). She wrenches back on it hard as Stasi flails around, looking for a rope.
Olivia Rhodes: ASK HER! SAY NO MAS STASI! ASK HER DAMMIT!
But Stasi is as stubborn as they come and refuses.
Stasi Herveaux: Иди нахуй сам!
America: What she say? You speak Russian, Taj.
Taj: Unfortunately I don’t, America. But I think it isn’t family friendly.
Eventually Olivia releases the hold just before it looks like Stasi is about to pass out. Olivia gets up and walks away, positioning herself in a corner as Stasi rolls around on the mat, coughing and sputtering as she tries to catch her breath. Eventually Olivia marches over and pulls her up to her feet and lifts her like she’s going for a suplex. But Stasi slides down behind Olivia and hits her with a discus punch as she turns around. Stasi then follows it up with a spinning back fist, knocking Olivia off center as a smirk slowly makes its way onto Stasi’s face. She bends back and lets go a primal scream before hitting The Fates (triple rolling vertical suplex).
Stasi looks over maniacally at Olivia before sliding back out to the arena floor under the bottom rope. She lifts the ring apron up and rummages around underneath the ring before emerging with a black steel folding chair in one hand and a fresh kendo stick in the other. You can see the wheels in her head are turning. She goes to slide back into the ring except that Olivia comes running at her from the outside and hits her with a superman punch before she drops a pair of brass knuckles to the floor! As Stasi stands back up, it can be seen that her mouth is filling with blood (evident from the appearance of her teeth) but it doesn’t seem to have phased the crazy Russian because she drops the chair and starts whacking Olivia with the kendo stick.
Taj: This is a full blown war!
America: And I love it!
Eventually Stasi stops her blows and puts the kendo under Olivia’s chin and presses down with her knee on Olivia’s back while pulling up with the kendo. Olivia screams out and reaches for anything she can get her hand on but can’t. Soon, Stasi starts laughing again before dragging Olivia closer to the chair by a handful of hair. Spitting on the back of Olivia’s head, leaving a spray of red on Olivia’s blonde hair, Stasi sends Olivia’s face crashing into the chair with Redrum (hair pull curbstomp)!
Stasi Herveaux: ASK HER NOW!
The referee quickly rushes over to the fallen Olivia with a microphone. Olivia looks out of it on the arena floor.
Olivia Rhodes: No…
Stasi Herveaux: SAY IT!
Olivia Rhodes: No… mas.
And with that the referee signals for the bell as Stasi raises her hands above her head in victory as “The Divine Infection” by Motionless In White begins playing again.
Torres: Here is your winner… STASI HERVEAUX!
Taj: Stasi has done! She has submitted Olivia!
America: Wow! I’m actually shocked….
Stasi then grabs a microphone and slides back into the ring as her music quickly quiets down.
Stasi Herveaux: How about that! I destroyed Joshua “Bitch Ass” Samson’s little banner waver. Every time you try to end me Josh… it doesn’t work out. First you sent that tattooed freak bitch… then your stupid wife… and now this. When are you going to take the fuckin’ hint that you can’t end me? That you nor any of your cronies can come close to getting rid of me? Nobody around here wants to believe anything I say. I put you in the hospital. Now one of your friends is going to be spending the night in a Mexican hospital all because of your petty, stupid grudge against…
Stasi’s cut off before she can say another word as from behind by a hooded figure in all black, taking Stasi out with a forearm smash. Soon the figure is up to their feet and quickly pulls the hood off to reveal themselves to be...
Taj: IS THAT…
America: THAT’S ASTRID SAMSON!
As Stasi crawls towards the ropes, Astrid quickly removes the sweatshirt, slamming it down upon Stasi before she goes back on the assault. Astrid slams Stasi’s head into the mat a couple times before pulling her up to her feet. She grabs a handful of Stasi’s hair and yanks back so that Stasi’s ear was at the level of her mouth.
Astrid Samson: This time… I will end you!
Taj: What in the world is going on?!
America: It looks like Astrid is finally getting her some!
Astrid whips Stasi off towards the ropes before climbing to the middle rung of the closest turnbuckle and as Stasi stumbles towards her, hitting her with a middle rope blockbuster. Stasi flies back before she rolls out of the ring, dropping to the floor as she tries to escape Astrid’s wrath. But Astrid is on the war path and instantly is on the apron, waiting for Stasi to get up to her feet. Stasi sluggishly does so and is instantly met by a flying clothesline from the apron that sends her crashing into the security barrier. Astrid crawls her way over and lends down close to Stasi’s ear.
Astrid Samson: Keep my name, my husband’s name and any member of our family’s names out of your dirty Russian mouth you bitch!
With that, Astrid stands up to her feet and kicks Stasi in the abdomen with tremendous force before turning and walking away. The fans are giving a mixed reaction of cheers and boos as EMTs rush to Stasi’s side.
Taj: Wow! Just wow!
America: So it’s safe to say that Stasi won’t be a guest on Caffeine & Cognac anytime soon!
The lights inside Arena Mexico go out and L'Orchestra Cinématique's epic remix of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" begins to play. A predominately joyous roar comes over the crowd with a few holdouts sending their jeers. The moniker "THE FORGOTTEN ONE" scrolls across the big screen over the entrance ramp as a dark silhouette emerges from the back.
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome “The Forgotten One”... Erick ST JOHNNNN!!!!!
A spotlight hits the ramp and indeed ESJ is in Mexico City. He wears a long sleeveless coat with a hood over his wrestling gear. The prodigal superstar slowly pulls the hood back and looks out at the crowd with steely eyes before beginning his walk to ringside.
America: Erick St. John is here at Legendary 13! But the big question here tonight is where was he for Solomon Monster’s handicap match!
Taj: On social media it looked like the Emeritus reunion was officially back on track but when Solomon needed ESJ the most the self-proclaimed “Forgotten One” forgot to show up!
America: I doubt ESJ forgot, Taj. There’s more to this story than we know. Remember that when ESJ returned to 1WM at Massive, he nearly decapitated Solomon Monster with a superkick.
Taj: Well I hope ESJ enlightens here because I know there’s a pissed Monster waiting for him in the back somewhere.
ESJ makes it to ringside and slides under the ring ropes. He’s quickly on his feet as the lights return and he heads over to Torres for a microphone. Once in the center of the ring, he glares at the main camera in front of him.
Eric St. John: SO... how does it feel, Solomon?!
The name of Solomon gets a nasty jeer from the fans. There is an icy expression on the face of ESJ.
Eric St. John: HOW DOES IT FUCKIN’ FEEL… BROTHER?!
ESJ lowers the microphone and paces about the ring. He stops and looks directly at the camera as he raises the mic back up.
Eric St. John: Confused?! Disappointed?! ANGRY?!
Erick’s raspy voice echoes in the arena.
Eric St. John: How about betrayed?! Abandoned?! FORGOTTEN?!
ESJ paces around the ring some more as he lets his words sink in. He then stops and looks at the camera again.
Eric St. John: How does it feel, Solomon Monster, to be FORGOTTEN by family?
Erick glares as if looking directly at his audience of one.
Eric St. John: Tonight you expected me to join you in teaching Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach a lesson in Hard Knocks 101. And a lesson was given tonight… but not to Coda and Ursula. The lesson in Hard Knocks was for YOU! If you’re going to discard a body… make sure it’s DEAD otherwise it might come back and superkick your head off!
ESJ stops at center-ring.
Eric St. John: You want to know why I call myself “The Forgotten One?”
The crowd responds in the affirmative.
Eric St. John: Here’s the cold hard truth. A few weeks after Emeritus was suspended and disbanded, I became a lost memory not just to 1WM, but to my so-called brother, SOLOMON MONSTER! Sol, you committed the very sin we swore to fight against in Emeritus! We wreaked havoc on this young roster because they discarded the blood, sweat, and tears that paved the way for them to have a sport to ply their craft! Yet you left me for DEAD after all that I did for you and the rest of Emeritus! You were so blinded by your own ego and war with Pretty Ricky that you didn’t even realize that it was HIM who rejected all my contract negotiations and kept me from coming back! But did you even check on your Emeritus brother? Did you even realize that his fiance dumped him because he couldn’t give up his first love of professional wrestling?!
ESJ chuckles sinisterly.
Eric St. John: I should have known that it would be you that would truly betray me! Pretty Ricky was always about the money. Jenn had the spirit but not the will. But YOU, Solomon, took everything we created in Emeritus, made it about yourself, recruited a couple of next gen thugs, and never once sought me out as the brother you claim me to be. And yet you tell the 1WM roster that we were family in the cause of professional wrestling. Solomon… Solomon… Solomon... I expected selfish ambition from the new generation but I didn’t expect to be stabbed in the back by my “brother.” Et tu Solomon?!
Erick’s face grows cold.
Eric St. John: I may be “The Forgotten One” of 1WM but you, my brother, are the one who has forgotten the fundamental values of Hard Knocks 101. You have lost sight of what we truly stood for in Emeritus. Or maybe you never had those values in the first place. So now I have to lead by example. But this time I start the lessons with you. And Lesson #1 is “What once was old can be new again.”
ESJ shakes his head in disappointment.
Eric St. John: It’s time for the Forgotten One to teach you a new lesson, Solomon. The lesson I learned while exiled from this company. The lesson that our old school values CAN be lived out by a new generation of pro wrestlers. And Coda and Ursula are examples of this new reality. But it won’t happen with your old school methods, brother. It will happen by adapting our values to the new methods of wrestling. It’s called evolution. And like the generations before us, they either evolved or they were left behind. The Forgotten One has evolved. Today YOU face the same decision: evolve or be discarded.
ESJ pauses for dramatic effect as the crowd gets behind him.
Eric St. John: And believe me, Solomon, when I discard something, I make sure it’s not only FORGOTTEN… I MAKE SURE IT NEVER COMES BACK!
ESJ tosses the mic as L'Orchestra Cinématique's remix of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" begins to play and the crowd is completely behind ESJ.
America: This is a sad, sad day.
Taj: You have to agree that some of, if not all, of what Erick has said has some valid points, America?
America: Ultimately it’s not up to me to agree or not, but I’ll tell you this, there’s a highly irate Monster roaming backstage that is going to kill ESJ when the time comes!
We open up inside the locker room of Jenn Drew. She’s seen getting herself prepared for the night as she finishes lacing up and tying her boots as she stands up and begins to pace around the room a little bit. She stops and looks down at the ground for a moment before looking up and out into nothing for a moment.
Jenn Drew: Tonight is the biggest match of my entire time here in One Wrestle. Win tonight and I get a shot at the biggest prize in this company. Win tonight and I show everyone that I’m not just blowing smoke when I say I’m one of the very best in this company. Win tonight and I get back to the top of the mountain where I belong.
Jenn sits back down in the chair in the middle of the room and looks straight into the camera.
Jenn Drew: Now, I know everyone out there in this battle royal sees me as probably the biggest underdog in the entire thing. I mean, just look at me, I’m far from looking intimidating compared to people like Soloman or Griffin. I don’t have the size, so how can I possibly throw anybody out of the ring? That’s the kicker here, I don’t need to. All I need to do is exactly what I’ve been doing my entire life and that is survive. All I need to do is ensure that my amazing looking ass doesn’t find its way over the top rope and onto the floor. That’s all there is to it. You certainly can’t win a match like this early on, but you can most certainly lose it by making foolish mistakes and thinking you can take on the world.
Jenn lets out a small chuckle as she reaches down into her bag and pulls out some tape and begins taping up her wrists.
Jenn Drew: Yeah, I know people will think size and strength have the advantage in a match where the sole purpose is to throw people out of the ring, but those that only rely on those two things are prone to anger and frustration and that is when it is time for the ones with the brains to strike and make their mark. That’s where I strike, when people make mistakes. It’s in those moments where I have to make my moves and get those people out. It’s my turn to claim the second contership spot after my friend and partner, Rei, made her mark a couple of weeks ago. January is the month of the Seoul Queens and after tonight, there isn’t a damn thing that is going to stop us from claiming the gold that rightfully deserves to be around our waists.
~~
Taj: I have just received official word that due to the repeated head shots sustained during the Two on One Handicap match earlier tonight, Solomon Monster has been pulled from the upcoming Battle Royale due to 1WM’s Concussion Protocol.
America: I told you! It was all a plan orchestrated by that social media whore, Griffin Hawkins! Everyone was so worried about Solomon having the Headhunters and ESJ, it was actually Coda and Ursula helping out their buddy!
Taj: Conspiracy theory aside, Leo Cook will be taking Solomon’s place in the battle royale.
Over the Top Battle Royale
(Winner receives 1WM World Heavyweight Championship Opportunity)
Leo Cook [vs/ Poison Dokueki vs. Ciara McNamara vs. Griffin Hawkins
vs. Enforcer vs. “Ya Girl” Q vs. “Queen B” Bianca Davisvs. Jenn Drew vs. “Pain Maker” Cain Dominiguez
(Winner receives 1WM World Heavyweight Championship Opportunity)
Leo Cook [vs/ Poison Dokueki vs. Ciara McNamara vs. Griffin Hawkins
vs. Enforcer vs. “Ya Girl” Q vs. “Queen B” Bianca Davisvs. Jenn Drew vs. “Pain Maker” Cain Dominiguez
The match starts off in pure chaos with everyone brawling with everyone else. Eventually they start to pair off, leaving Ciara and Dokueki battling each other in the center of the ring. Ciara starts hitting Dokueki with a series of dirty boxing maneuvers, throwing in a foot stomp and headbutt for good measure. Ciara then takes the chance to execute a judo hip throw that has Dokueki backed up to the ropes, lifting her up to her feet. But as Dokueki rises up, she starts to fight back and rakes the face of Ciara, causing the fiery Irish native to back up and create some distance between the two. She swings wildly for a palm strike, but Dokueki ducks the attempts and instead hits an elbow strike that lands directly in Ciara’s temple. She starts lifting Ciara up over the top rope in an attempt to eliminate her, but is spun around and dropped with The American (Judas Effect elbow) by Leo Cook who has slid into the ring. He then swiftly lifts Ciara up and over the rope, both of her feet touching the floor before she drops to a heap.
Torres: Ciara McNamara has been eliminated!
Taj: The first to be eliminated has been Ciara!
America: Leo coming in and making an immediate impact.
As Leo turns his attention to Dokeuki, Cain Dominguez and Q are going at it across the ring. Cain goes to hit Q with a running big boot, but she gets out of the way and he instead gets hung up on the turnbuckle. Q quickly delivers a thumb to the eye from the side and instantly tries lifting the bigger Cain up. Cain however wiggles just enough that she can’t and is forced to drop him. Cain then throws her into the corner and backs up, running forward for a corner clothesline that nearly takes her head off. But with his back turned, he doesn’t see Leo Cook come running up behind him, lifting him up and over the top rope!
Cain however lands on the apron and instantly starts trading blows back and forth with Leo. This continues for a few moments before Cain hits a forearm smash that causes Leo to back up. He looks like he’s about to get back into the ring before Leo hits him with a running big boot that sends him down to the arena floor.
Torres: Cain Dominguez has been eliminated!
Taj: The former Tag Team Champion is gone from the match!
America: Second elimination by Leo at that. I think he might be my favorite to win this thing!
Back in the ring, Bianca is now doing battle with Dokueki. Dokueki has the Queen B backed up into a corner and is hitting her with a series of open palm strikes. She backs up and goes to hit a discus elbow to Bianca but Bianca instead manages to hit her with Beautiful Boot (big boot) and changes the momentum between the two. Bianca picks Dokueki up, grabbing a fistful of her hair, dropping Dokueki across her knee with a hair pull backbreaker. Dokueki rolls under the rope but soon finds herself being dragged back into the ring by Bianca with an assist from Enforcer. Dokueki manages to gouge at Enforcer eye but is then met by an eye rake from Bianca before she’s hoisted up and over the top rope. Dokueki drops to the ring apron but Bianca hits a dropkick that sends Dokueki flying off and to the floor below.
Torres: Dokueki has been eliminated!
Taj: And out goes the Poison Dragon!
America: If what Joshua Samson has stated is true, his clients Bianca and Enforcer are going to work together so that the last two will be them.
In the ring, we see Q hit Griffin Hawkins with Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex) before instantly being blindsided by a spinning heel kick from Bianca followed by a high knee from Enforcer. Enforcer grabs Q by the wrist and yanks her up in one swift motion, only to have Q drive her thumb into his eye, causing him to release her as he clutches at his eye. Bianca doesn’t take too kindly to this slight, booting Q in the abdomen before executing a flawless Queen’s Makeover (sitout facebuster). Bianca struggles lifting Q’s unconscious body up until Enforcer comes and helps her, the two allies hoisting her over the top rope before both lambasting her in the face with forearm smashes that cause her to fall to the arena floor.
Torres: “Ya Girl” Q has been eliminated!
Taj: Joshua Samson’s word may be prophetic, America. Bianca and Enforcer have just eliminated Q!
America: Told you.
Jenn Drew is seen climbing up the turnbuckle from the outside, putting herself in dangerous territory as Griffin Hawkins is seen lying on the mat below. However, before she can do anything, Leo Cook comes running in and hits her with Get Dropped (throat punch) that sends her falling to the mat. Quickly, Leo pulls Jenn up to her feet, drop kicking Griff under the bottom rope (and not eliminating him) before turning his attention back to the outspoken Jenn. Leo hits Jenn with a gutwrench suplex before whipping her hard into the corner, charging towards her and almost taking her head off with a running clothesline. Jenn stumbles out of the corner and directly into Tap or Break (arm bar). Jenn screams out in pain as she flails around.
Meanwhile, Bianca and Enforcer are working on Griffin who has pulled himself back into the ring. They seem to have him cornered as he fights to get up to his feet. Bianca charges forward, perhaps looking for a running knee lift, but Griffin is able to get out of the way in time and instead Bianca goes crashing forth into the turnbuckle, falling to the mat as she clutches at her knee. Griffin instantly starts battling with Enforcer, the two men trading blows back and forth as Leo Cook has Jenn Drew near the ropes, lifting her up for a delayed vertical suplex before attempting to drop her over the rope. Jenn is able to grab onto the top one and keep herself from falling to the floor. So when Leo turns around after a bit of gloating, the look on his face is one of pure shock. Leo goes to hit Jenn with a running boot to the face, but she blocks it with a kick of her own that knocks him off kilter.
Out of nowhere, Ivy Foxx grabs Jenn by the ankle and tries to pull her off the apron. Leo joins her in the attempt, pushing Jenn back by the shoulders. Their actions are thwarted by the arrival of the other half of Seoul Queens, Rei Park. Rei doesn’t hesitate in taking Ivy out with Fire Soul (gamengiri), sending Ivy flying away from Jenn and Leo!
Taj: Leo’s fiancee/manager, Ivy Fox, attempted to influence the outcome but Jenn’s tag team partner, Rei Park, came out to even things up!
Jenn then locks Leo’s head up and manages to start to pull him over the top rope before Rei hops onto the apron and helps her, pulling Leo down by the trunks and to the apron. Rei backs away from the situation, leaving Jenn to hit Leo with a dropkick to the knee that takes out his legs and sends him falling to the floor.
Torres: Leo Cook has been eliminated!
America: That’s some bullcrap! Leo has been cheated out of a World Heavyweight Championship opportunity!
Taj: We are down to four competitors: Jenn Drew, Griffin Hawkins, Bianca Davis, and Enforcer.
The final four stand in separate corners as they glare back and forth at who is left, waiting for the first person to jump and make a move. That person would end up Enforcer who goes directly for Griffin before Bianca and Jenn start clashing in the center of the ring. Bianca hits Jenn with a rake of the eyes before hitting her with a running bulldog that sends Jenn into the mat facefirst as Rei continues to look on with a bit of horror in her eyes. Bianca heads over to help Enforcer out with Griffin just as Enforcer hits Griffin with a face smash. Griff is lifted up by both Bianca and Enforcer, and they’re just about to dump him over the top ropes when he locks his arms around Bianca’s head and pulls her over with him. Both competitors save themselves by falling to the apron!
Bianca quickly gets back into the ring but is taken out by Jenn with a missile dropkick. Enforcer and Griffin are trading blows back and forth with Griffin still on the apron. Jenn rushes over and starts raining blows upon Enforcer’s back, causing him to turn around and allowing Griffin to lock in a dragon sleeper. He pulls Enforcer over the top rope as Jenn assists in lifting Enforcer’s legs. Eventually they get him over and dump him to the arena floor as Bianca looks on in horror.
Torres: Enforcer has been eliminated!
Taj: The Samson Family enforcer, Enforcer, has been taken out by Griffin and Jenn!
America: Goddamnit!
A full of rage Bianca marches over to Jenn and rakes her back before hitting a running knee lift that sends Jenn into the corner. Bianca turns her attention to Griffin who has reentered the ring through the ropes and is ready to go. Bianca and Griffin meet in the center of the ring in quite the clash. Bianca tries to grab Griffin’s hair for a standing hair pull, but he turns it around and instead hits her with an enziguri. Jenn runs in and sends Bianca flying across the ring with a hurricanrana, only to be taken out by a buzzsaw kick from Griffin. He quickly hits a backstabber on Bianca before lifting her onto his shoulder and dropping her over the top rope. She tries to save herself by grasping onto the ropes, but her foot slips and the momentum takes her down to the arena floor.
Torres: Bianca Davis has been eliminated!
Taj: The final member of the Samson Family, Bianca Davis, has been eliminated!
America: Goddamnit!
Taj: And now either Jenn or Griffin will stand victorious with a chance to wrestle for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship!
Jenn uses the ropes to get up to her feet as Rei continues to cheer her on from the outside. She makes direct eye contact with Griffin as he brushes some of his hair out of his face. They run towards each other and Griffin attempts to lock in another dragon sleeper, but Jenn is able to wiggle free and instead hits a springboard moonsault with her feet making contact with his shoulders and head, taking him down. Jenn seizes the chance and pulls him over to the ropes before trying to get him back up to his feet. Griffin fights back by swinging at Jenn, causing her to back up as he pulls himself back up to his feet.
Jenn runs at him again, but he runs past her and when he turns around hits Jenn with a spear. Both competitors are down for a few moments before they both start to struggle to get up to their feet. Griff is the first one up and yanks Jenn up to her feet, pulling her over towards the corner and lifting her onto a turnbuckle to drop her over the rope. But she locks her legs around his head and both clunk down to the ring apron. They trade blows back and forth, ranging from kicks to forearm smashes with a headbutt attempt by Jenn for good measure. Eventually, Jenn hits a kick on the inside of Griffin’s thigh and is able to get back into the ring with him following not too far behind.
Jenn leans on the far side’s hopes, trying to regain her composure but Griffin instantly charges towards her again. As he gets closer, Jenn pulls down on the top rope with all her might and weight, sending Griffin sailing over the top rope and directly down to the arena floor with a thud.
Torres: Here is your winner… JENN DREW!
Taj: Jenn has done it! Jenn will go on to face the World Heavyweight Champion at a future date!
America: Well the bright spot in all of this is, is that it wasn’t Griffin that won. Hahaaa!
Rei slides into the ring and celebrates with her tag team partner and friend as the EMTs rush to check on Griffin who’s still down.
Eliminations
1. Ciara McNamara by Leo Cook
2. Cain Domiguez by Leo Cook
3. Dokeuki by Bianca Davis
4. Q by Bianca/Enforcer
5. Leo Cook by Jenn Drew
6. Enforcer by Griffin Hawkins/Jenn Drew
7. Bianca Davis by Griffin Hawkins
8. Griffin Hawkins by Jenn Drew
1. Ciara McNamara by Leo Cook
2. Cain Domiguez by Leo Cook
3. Dokeuki by Bianca Davis
4. Q by Bianca/Enforcer
5. Leo Cook by Jenn Drew
6. Enforcer by Griffin Hawkins/Jenn Drew
7. Bianca Davis by Griffin Hawkins
8. Griffin Hawkins by Jenn Drew
We head backstage where the 1WM World Tour Coordinator, Sandra Rose, steps out of Cedric’s office with a folder filled with signed documents. As she walks around a blind corner, she runs into someone like hitting a wall, dropping the file of documents.
Sandra Rose: SHIT! Will you watch where you’re going?!
Sandra’s “wall” crouches down next to her to assist in gathering the papers.
Voice: My apologies, Ms. Rose.
Sandra’s eyes widen as she recognizes the voice as that of Erick St. John.
Eric St. John: I should have been more careful considering...
Sandra quickly gathers the remaining documents into the folder and quickly stands up. ESJ follows suit and smirks at her. She is instantly mesmerized.
Sandra Rose: I… I understand, ESJ. Considering you have Solomon Monster hunting you.
ESJ cocks an eyebrow, impressed that Sandra is cognizant of his situation.
Sandra Rose: I understand what you’re going through, Erick. I really do. What happened to you inside and outside the ring must have been devastating. I hope you know you can trust me if you need someone to talk to.
ESJ and Sandra share a charged moment.
Eric St. John: We’ll see, Ms. Rose. I’m not a very trusting person.
Sandra Rose: Please call me, Sandra.
Eric St. John: We’ll see, Sandra. My world can be quite complicated.
Sandra Rose: I know. And it doesn’t scare me.
Eric St. John: I’ll keep that in mind.
Erick nods and continues down the corridor. Sandra looks back at him… and smiles.
~~
The echoes of the cheers are running through the backstage corridor as Rei Park is seen walking back towards the locker room, looking carefully behind her with a smile on her face as she sees her friend and tag team partner Jenn Drew being interviewed on her big win. Stopping, Rei feels like a “proud parent” as she raises her phone up to capture the moment. Right after the picture of Jenn is snapped, Rei’s phone lights up with the notification “Park Nam-ji - FaceTime Video”. With a slight smile on her face and a roll of the eyes, Rei answers the call… looking at the face of her twin cousins Park Nam-ji and Park Joo-kyun.
Park Joo-kyun: 도대체? When did you become… that?
Park Nam-ji: What my idiot brother is trying to say is that was amazing!
Park Joo-kyun: RESPECT YOU OPPA!
Park Nam-ji: You’re older by ONLY fifteen minutes!
Rei Park: Well I’m older than you by 6 months and you never listen to me.
Park Joo-kyun: Touche.
Park Nam-ji: Aaaannnyyywaaayyy… we’re calling to say that we watched that battle royal. I would’ve done the same thing if someone was illegally trying to yeet my friend.
Rei Park: Since when do you use the word yeet.
Park Nam-ji: Around the same time Joo-kyun started using ‘skrrt skrrt’ when he was trying to flirt with girls.
Park Joo-kyun: Skrrt skrrt!
Park Nam-ji: But can we please stay on topic? As you know we’ve been your biggest supporters, well two of them, since you signed and we’re proud of the progress you’ve made.
Rei smiles and blushes a little bit, trying to hide her face with her free hand.
Rei Park: Well I know it wasn’t a very well liked topic when I made the announcement. Mamasan’s side of the family was a lot more receptive to the concept of me being a wrestler than Appa’s side.
Park Joo-kyun: Well they’re Japanese. It’s like our mom being Thai… some things the Park side doesn’t quite understand. We’ll always be your cheerleaders though.
Park Nam-ji: To be fair I really think that chin-halmeoni is starting to warm up to the idea that her oldest granddaughter is a wrestler. We all watched your match at what was it…
Park Joo-kyun: Glory 8?
Park Nam-ji: Ah yeah… she was all “that’s my granddaughter” and showed the video to her granny friends when they came over to play Go Stop. She’s quite proud.
Rei Park: Oh halmeoni! I can’t wait to come visit. I miss her cooking, especially her kimchi. I’ll be back in Seoul before I know it. I know Ben’s excited, yet he’s quite anxious at the same time. I told him he’ll be meeting the family and that means the WHOLE family.
Park Joo-kyun: I’ve already got my interrogation questions ready.
Nam-ji slaps her brother hard on the shoulder and he recoils with a glare in her direction as Rei just starts laughing.
Park Nam-ji: I know you’re the only male cousin but you won’t ruin Reika’s happiness!
Park Joo-kyun: Who said I was going to?
Rei Park: Hey, are you guys still coming to Paris for Legendary 14? I would like to have some family there to cheer me on with Ben.
Park Nam-ji: Of course. I’ve already begun designing an outfit for you. If you’re going to become the next uh… what’s the title you’re going for again?
Rei Park: Pride of 1WM.
Park Nam-ji: Yes that… well if you’re going to be the next champion you’re going to do so in the best South Korean fashion and not whatever American fashion sense you’ve been wearing to the ring. I’m sorry to say that.
Park Joo-kyun: No you’re not.
Rei Park: Well the stylist I go to is learning. She’s good but she’s usually not a wrestling gear stylist.
Park Nam-ji: Which is why you should hire me. That way when Jacob Striker sees you walking to the ring for your match, he’ll have heart palpitations knowing that a literally walking goddess is about to take away his precious championship.
Rei Park: I’ve said it before, this little piggie will be waiting in her brick house and when he falls into my soup pot, the big bad wolf will fall. It’s time that the women in this business hold all the gold. I mean company. The Pride of 1WM title is the only one being held by a man. 3 months is long enough me thinks.
Park Joo-kyun: Hey, we didn’t go through all those years of taekwondo lessons as kids for nothing. Kick his freakin’ ass!
Rei Park: I haven’t been in a class since I left Seoul.
Park Joo-kyun: Well then we’ll have to have you brush up on that when you’re here.
Rei Park: If I have time I will definitely attend a class. Between all the family things and interviews that have been lined up, trying to find some free time during the day will be rough. I wonder who’s fault that is.
Both Rei and Nam-ji look at Joo-kyun with glaring looks and heads half cocked to the side.
Park Joo-kyun: WHAT?! You asked me to handle your Korean affairs and that’s what I’m doing!
Just then a 1WM production assistant approaches, asking where she’d like to watch the contest of champions match between Jacob Striker and Arley Kirk from.
Rei Park: I got to go. I want to get a good seat for the main event. I thought I had time to get back to the locker room and freshen up but it doesn’t seem to be the case.
Park Joo-kyun: Hey if you get the chance, send that Striker dude a message so he can get a taste of what’s in store for him at the next show.
Park Nam-ji: FIGHTING!
Rei smiles as a soft chuckle escapes.
Rei Park: I’ll see you guys in a couple of days. You’re still picking us up at the airport right?
Park Joo-kyun: Yeah. Dad’s letting us borrow the Model X even.
Park Nam-ji: That thing is his baby and he doesn’t let anyone touch it. So you must be special.
Park Joo-kyun: Or he’s the only one in the family with an SUV.
Rei Park: I think it may be a combination of the two. But I really got to go now.
Park Joo-kyun: OK. See you round.
Park Nam-ji: Call me after the show.
With a smile and a wave, Rei ends the call with her two cousins as she shakes her head and tucks her phone back into the band of her black skirt.
Rei Park: Those two chuckleheads…
Sighing, smile still on her face, she starts walking back towards the gorilla area to discuss where she’ll be watching the main event from. Standing in her way is the third Joshua Samson client, Justice Cross. Smirking, the wife of Enforcer has her hands on her hips as she stares at Rei.
Justice Cross: You don't have your little partner Jenn here to protect you right now do you?
Rei Park: Protect me from what? You being distracted or you costing your husband a match?
One half of the Seoul Queens rushes forward. Justice grabs Rei by the hair and brings her head down solidly on a nearby table! Grabbing a silver tray that is under the water bottles on the table, Justice brains Rei over the head with it! Rei collapses to the floor. Justice crouches over the top of Rei punching her in the head. After a few moments, Rei is finally able to push her way up and grabs Justice, throwing her into the metal production containers that were there. She then grabs Justice by the head before slamming it down on the container.
A person dressed in black runs up, grabs Rei, and throws her into a nearby wall! The person grabs a chair and hits Rei with it before tossing it on the ground. Grabbing Rei up off the ground this person throws Rei into the opposite wall. As Rei turns around and falls she is met by Justice who grabs her and hits her with the Lights Out from out of nowhere! Justice stands over Rei and after a few seconds she looks at the person in black. The person in black began to take off their hoodie revealing none other than Brianna Matthews as the scene fades.
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Splat! Multiuniversal Championship Match: Barbed Wire Shock Collar Match
Lash Donohue vs. Morgan Payne
Lash Donohue vs. Morgan Payne
Torres: The following contest is a Barbed Wire Shock Collar match scheduled for one fall and is for the Splat Multiuniversal Championship. The champion and the challenger will wear a shock collar attached to a ten-foot steel chain woven with barbed-wire. The chain is the only legal object that can be used in the match. The turnbuckles will trigger the shock collar for the champion, the challenger, or both participants on a random basis. The match is won by pinfall, submission, or the referee’s discretion that someone can no longer continue the match. There are no count outs, and no disqualifications. Introducing first, the challenger…
The arena plunges into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage, which moves in tune to the beat. There is an 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 from Calabasas, California….weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds… standing at six feet even… he is a former One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions...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.
The lights go out, shrouding the arena in darkness as those opening riffs to "Dot Your Eyes" tears through the speakers. As soon as the guitar riff starts, the video wall comes to life with the BEHOLD THE KINGDOM banner, while the back wall screen comes to life with a combined static and barbwire design.
BRING IT!!!!
The cameras find Morgan Payne walking - no, storming through the backstage section, fired up and ready for a fight. Hood up. Hands taped. She looks ready to kick some ass as she moves down the hall of the arena, nowhere near the Gorilla position. Instead, the camera follows her as she reaches a set of double doors designated for staff only. Morgan barges right through the doors, and she's out in the audience stands, beginning to make her way right down the stairs towards the ground level.
Torres: Coming to the ring at this time, weighing in at 140 pounds. She is the Splat Champion of the Multiverse, hoping to successfully defend her championship for a record-setting sixth time. She is a member of The Kingdom. Please welcome Moooooooooooorgaaaaan Paaaaaaaayne!
Once she reaches the guard rail, Morgan hops over onto the padded floor and takes a running jump up onto the apron. She stands to face the crowd for a moment, looking over the masses with a scowl - not hateful, more focused than anything. Morgan steps into the ring and proceeds to run the ropes before rolling across the mat and hopping up onto her feet. She backs into her corner, promptly removing her sleeveless hoodie, tosses it over onto the floor, and proceeds to throw some shadow punches to stay loose as she waits.
Christine Donahue: We are live at Legendary 13 for this Splat Multiuniversal Championship defense by Morgan Payne. If she defeats Lash Donohue tonight, she will beat Sierra Silver’s five title defenses by one as they are both tied at five defenses each. Joining me as always for color is Biff Franklin.
Biff Franklin: I’ve been looking forward to this one. The referee is attaching those shock collars, starting with the challenger. This will work very similar to a dog collar match, except those collars have a little voltage to them, and it’s my understanding that any contact with the turnbuckles will set them off. I hope these two didn’t plan on doing any high flying off those turnbuckles in preparation for this match.
Christine Donahue: The other aspect is that they are connected by ten feet of steel chain woven with barbed wire that can be used as a weapon.
Biff Franklin: Sometimes these collar matches use chains, sometimes they use a leather strap. It really just depends on how they wanna do it. Splat has upped the game by adding barbed wire to it.
Christine Donahue: Looks like we are ready to begin, and Morgan Payne is offering a handshake to Lash Donohue. We’ve seen their back and forth on the Twitter machine, and while they are friendly with each other, this is for that beautiful new Splat championship belt currently in possession of Morgan Payne. This match winner will face Don Tirri over at Uprising on March 6th in a Stairway to Heaven match.
Lash is looking at the hand that is outstretched by Morgan and then looking out at the fans as they give their opinion on if he should shake the hand or not. Lash makes a display out of it as he holds back his hand and slowly draws it forward until he grabs onto Morgan’s hand and the two shake, but then they both nail each other with a boot to the midsection. Morgan recovers quickly, though, and grabs that chain and moves to wrap it around Lash’s neck, but Lash steps back and drives Morgan to the mat with a clothesline.
Morgan quickly rolls over and scoots back towards the corner. When she realizes how close she is, she rolls to the center of the ropes, not wanting to trigger the shock collar. Lash just grins at her and motions her to come on.
Biff Franklin: Lash likes to make a show of being dumb on social media, but he’s playing some mind games now with Morgan. I know these two have some respect for each other, but there has been some tension in recent weeks.
Morgan gets to her feet and reaches up, and adjusts the collar around her neck. She finally steps to Lash, and as the start lock up, Morgan just drives a thumb right into his eye, and Lash clutches at it. While he’s distracted, Morgan gathers a length of that chain and goes to whip Lash across the back, but he rolls out of the way, and Morgan nearly connects with that corner, and you can see the brief look of panic on her face before she realizes she didn’t hit it.
Christine Donahue: There’s no way that corner isn’t going to be hit at some point in this match, but the unknown is not sure who it’s going to shock. I mean, if it were predictable, I imagine these two could find the triggers and just shock the heck out of each other, but the triggers are random, so there’s no telling who’s going to get it.
Morgan charges Lash, who grabs her and tosses her over the top rope, and then he backs away, so Morgan hangs there over the top rope. Lash struggles since the chain is also attached to his neck, but Morgan manages to grab the top rope and pull herself up onto the apron. Lash charges her, and she drops down, still holding onto the top rope, and Lash goes over the top and crashes onto the floor. Morgan drops down onto the floor, and she gathers some of that chain in her hand and begins to whip at the back of Lash with it.
Biff Franklin: Don’t forget that chain is entwined with barbed wire. You can see the cuts forming on Donohue’s back. You related to Lash, Christine?
Christine Donahue: Different spellings.
Biff Franklin: Didn’t really answer my question. He could be your baby brother.
Christine Donahue: What makes you think I’m older than him?
Biff Franklin: I mean, just saying.
Christine Donahue: Watch the match.
Lash’s back is becoming bloody as Morgan whips it a couple of more times before she begins to wrap her fist up in that chain. Lash is crawling away from her, but he can’t go far with them being tied together. He uses the ring apron to pull himself up, and Morgan runs at him to punch him in the face, but he ducks, and she strikes the ringpost with her fist and cries out in pain! As Morgan unravels the chain around her fist, Lash rolls under the corner rope and right back under the other corner rope, so the ring post is between them. He just runs away from her as she’s distracted, and she is pulled face-first right into the ring post. He tries to do it again, but she grabs onto the base and holds on for dear life, and the camera gets a closeup of Morgan’s forehead, which is now busted open.
Christine Donahue: I don’t think anyone believed that either of these two were getting out of this match unscathed.
Lash finally realizes the futility of trying to execute that move again, so he rolls into the ring, and Morgan also rolls in, but Lash is all over her as he drops a knee to the side of her head. He eyes that turnbuckle, and the fans are eating it up as they chant, ‘hit the corner!’ over and over. Lash looks from one side of the arena to the other as he hears the chants, and we see him mouth ‘what the fuck’ as he slaps his hand on the corner turnbuckle. The moment he does, his eyes go wide as he reaches for the collar as it wants to pry it off as he stands there shaking before it stops, and he drops to his knees. Morgan watched the entire thing, and she calls him a ‘dumb fuck’, knowing how close she came to be electrocuted. She nails him with a knee to the face and goes for a cover.
One...
Two...
Kickout by Lash!
Biff Franklin: I mean, he only had a thirty-three percent chance of not getting shocked. It was kind of a dumb gamble. It either was gonna get him, Morgan, or them both. Not great odds, to be honest.
Morgan glances up at the referee, who tells her it was only two. She flexes her hand, though it is bleeding a bit from where she hit the ring post with that barbed wire chain wrapped around it. She gets to her feet and pulls up Lash, who grabs her by the head and just drops straight down with a jawbreaker. Morgan staggers backward, and Lash just charges at her and pushes her right into the corner. As Morgan hits the turnbuckle, Lash clenches up again and yells out as his body shudders as he once again feels the electricity shooting through his body until it stops and he falls to his knees. Morgan rushes over and pushes him onto his back and covers.
One...
Two…
Th---kickout by Lash.
Christine Donahue: No one said that Lash Donohue wasn’t tenacious. He’s showing that he absolutely is right here.
Morgan backs up towards the corner, making sure she doesn’t make any contact with the turnbuckle, as Lash begins to crawl to his knees. Morgan charges and drops him with a Tastes Like Timbaland Boot, Bitch! Lash rolls towards the rope and underneath and falls to the floor, and Morgan has no choice to follow since they are bound together.
Christine Donahue: Despite the chain, the barbed wire, and the shock collars, to win this match, all it takes is a pinfall, a submission, or to render your opponent incapacitated.
Morgan gathers up some of that chain and begins to wrap it around Lash’s neck, but he reaches between her legs and scoops her up onto his shoulders, and drops her hard onto the floor with a death valley driver. Lash sits up and uncoils the chain from around his neck before working his way to his feet. Morgan tries to catch her breath back and gets to her feet. Lash grabs her by the base of the collar and runs and leaps over the guard railing, dropping her throat first onto it!
Biff Franklin: This could be bad. Morgan has to be able to breathe to finish this match, and it looks like Lash is considering that. Take out the throat, and she can’t breathe.
Christine Donahue: Another thing for her to consider is that she has another match in just a couple of days in this very building.
Biff Franklin: She’s not even thinking about that match at the moment, I promise you that.
Lash is back to his feet but limping a touch as he crawls over the guard railing and back to the ringside area. Morgan clutches at her throat, trying to clear it as he grabs her by the hair and rolls her into the ring. As he gets to his feet, he says something to her about how he’s the only one who has gotten shocked so far, and he slaps his hand down on the turnbuckle, and the moment he does, he goes stiff and shakes as his collar gives him a third shock. When it stops, he falls back into the corner, setting it off again as he tightens up once more, only this time it also sets off Morgan’s collar as she arches her back and reaches for her neck.
Biff Franklin: God damn. How much bad luck does Lash have? That’s four times to Morgan’s one time in this match.
Christine Donahue: He’s tempting fate each time. He seems to know the risk but doesn’t care or doesn’t seem to care. I can’t tell which one it is.
The two lie on the mat, recovering from their shock treatment. The referee checks on both competitors, taking a bit more time with Lash, who has been shocked numerous times. Both have responded to him, so he signals the match will continue. Morgan slowly gets to her knees before Lash begins to stir. She remains crouched down, facing away from him as he rises to his feet. He seems to be in a bit of a daze as he walks towards her. Morgan leaps up and blasts him in the face with a handful of chain. Lash just falls back onto the mat like a falling tree. Morgan pounces on him and hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Thre-----Kickout by Lash!
Christine Donahue: Oh my God, that was close.
Biff Franklin: I don’t know if now that she’s tasted the shock collar, she’s ready to be done with this or what, but Morgan seems hell-bent on ending this match as quickly as possible.
With a look of determination, Morgan looks around and begins to wrap that chain around her hand again. She grabs a handful of Lash’s hair and pulls his head up, and goes to lay a punch to the face when Lash reaches up to grab her hand in both of his hands to block the punch. As the camera gets a close up of the struggle, we see that Lash has been busted open across his forehead from the chain shot and bleeding profusely. Lash manages to throw Morgan off him, but she’s not going to relent as she gets up and waits for Lash, who has slowed down. He struggles to his feet, and she uses the chain to clothesline him back to the mat.
Morgan moves towards him as if going for a cover but Lash rolls out of the ring. Morgan looks like she’s considering her next move. Instead of going under the bottom rope the way Lash went out, she climbs over the top rope and pulls hard on the chain, forcing Lash back against the apron as the collar tightens around his neck. Morgan leans away from the ring, keeping her feet on the apron and using her weight to choke Lash by his collar.
Christine Donahue: This could be a submission or even a referee’s decision to stop the match if he determines that Lash can’t breathe. Remember, the referee stopped the match during Morgan’s match with Graham Baker a few months back.
Lash is trying to get his fingers inside the collar, but it’s tight around his neck that he can’t as his face begins to turn red. The referee is asking if he wants to submit. Lash begins to flail around, and he reaches over and pushes Morgan’s feet off the apron, and she drops down.
Biff Franklin: Well, I’m not sure that was the smartest move Lash could have done, now both of these competitors are hanging! The referee may have to do something.
But just as the words are said, Morgan finds her footing and climbs back over the top rope and into the ring, allowing Lash to breathe again. He rolls back into the ring and coughs as he tries to get air back into his lungs. Morgan is up to her base first as she stumbles over to pulls up Lash, who grabs her by the tights and sends her face-first into the second corner turnbuckle, which sets off her shock collar as she grabs at it and falls to the mat, shuddering for the duration of the shock.
Christine Donahue: This match has taken its toll on both competitors. Lash is bleeding severely and has been shocked multiple times. Morgan has gotten her second dose, and they both have been choked.
Biff Franklin: You wanna title? You wanna be the champ? You gotta earn it.
Lash rolls over and lays a hand across Morgan as the referee counts.
One...
Two...
Th---kickout by Morgan.
Lash gets to his feet, exhaustion setting in as he catches his breath. He pulls Morgan to her feet and runs the ropes, and leaps into the air, but Morgan catches him, takes a couple of steps back, and hot shots him across the top rope. Morgan looks like she’s going to wrap this up as she grabs an arm and locks in the Three Rivers Crossing ground octopus hold.
Christine Donahue: She’s going for the submission! Can she finish him with this?
Lash begins to flail and kick his feet since his arms are trapped in the move. The referee is right there asking him if he wants to submit, and he shakes his head, screaming out ‘no.’ Suddenly, his foot hits against the bottom turnbuckle, and Morgan releases the hold as her shock collar begins to electrocute her. She shakes and shudders on the mat as she clutches at her throat.
Biff Franklin: I thought Donohue was gonna tap out there! How lucky can one man be?
Christine Donahue: Why does it have to be luck? He knew what he was doing!
Biff Franklin: Go ahead, stick up for your brother.
Christine Donahue: He’s not my… shut up, Biff.
Morgan rolls over onto her stomach after the shock collar stops its damage, and Lash is still on the mat as well, selling the effects of the Three Rivers Crossing. Lash slowly gets to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. Morgan starts to push herself off the mat when Lash charges over and stomps her down.
Christine Donahue: Trash Compactor!
Lash looks around the arena, his face a bloody mess, and he steps over Morgan, squats down, and pulls the chain up over his shoulder. He reaches for one of Morgan’s legs and wraps the chain around it, then grabs the other and wraps the chain around it. He tucks both legs under his arm and leans back!
Biff Franklin: It’s a variant of the Donahue Deathlock, using the chain to wrap up Morgan’s legs! Morgan can’t power out without choking herself with her collar!
Morgan snaps awake as Lash applies the pressure to her back. She realizes she can’t use her feet to leverage out, she tries to crawl towards the ropes, but Lash has her well into the center of the ring.
Christine Donahue: What’s she going to do here?
Morgan is in obvious pain as Lash leans back on her. The referee leans down, asking Morgan if she’s going to give it up. She reaches out for the ropes, but they are too far away. Lash is holding on with all his might as he leans back.
Biff Franklin: Look, Morgan’s gotta get out of this move, but I don’t see how she’s gonna do it.
Morgan raises her hand off the mat like she might tap out, but she clenches it tight. Slowly, she lays her head on the mat and becomes listless as the referee checks on her. When she becomes unresponsive, the referee calls for the bell.
The bell rings.
Christine Donahue: Did he…? Did she…?
Lash hears the bell and falls forward. The referee removes Lash’s collar and then untangles Morgan’s legs from the chain before removing her collar. Lash lies on the mat, trying to catch his breath.
Biff Franklin: I know that feeling. Both of these competitors are gonna feel this for the next week.
The referee makes sure that Morgan is okay as she blinks her eyes open and responds to his questions. The referee walks over to check on Lash, too, making sure he’s okay. He calls in a doctor to look at the cut on Lash’s forehead that’s still bleeding, causing him to be a bloody mess. There hasn’t been an announcement yet as the doctor wipes off Lash’s face. Morgan slaps her hand to the mat angrily as she sits up. The referee finally gets up, walks over, talks to the ring announcer, and asks for the Multiuniversal Championship handed to him.
Torres: The winner of the match by way of referee’s decision, and the NEW Splat Multiuniversal Champion. Laaaaaaaaaaaaash. Dooooonooooohuuuuuuuuue!
Lash has gotten to his feet, as has Morgan, and as the referee goes to give Lash the belt, Morgan rushes over and snatches it from his grip. The referee goes to try and give it back, and she shoves him aside and walks over to Lash. She’s not happy about it, as she looks at the belt and then looks at him before just shoving it into his chest. The two stare at each other before Morgan says something that looks to be snarky, then gives him a bow that is in no way meant to be respectful, and then turns and leaves the ring as Lash’s music begins to play in the arena.
Christine Donahue: Lash Donohue is the third Multiuniversal Champion! He’ll only have a few weeks to enjoy this feeling as he will show up at Uprising on March 6th to defend that title against Don Tirri in a Stairway to Heaven match. We haven’t been given the rules for this match but have been told to expect them to be announced in the next few days.
Biff Franklin: It was a hard-fought victory, but take nothing away from Morgan Payne, who was a rock-solid champion. She defended that title tooth and nail, and she should be proud.
Christine Donahue: We will see you in five weeks at Uprising. For Biff Franklin and everyone at Splat, thank you for tuning in, and enjoy the rest of Legendary 13! There are more great matches to come!
Episode Number One Coming February 2021
We cut to backstage where we see Mari Moon standing side by side with half of the tag team champions, Moonlight Master, who doesn’t seem very happy to be there.
Mari Moon: Hello 1WM, I’m here with Moonlight Master as she gets ready to defend her title for the first time in a little bit.
Moonlight Master: I just want to go to the bathroom.
Mari Moon brushed Moonlight’s comment and continued with the interview.
Mari Moon: Your sister has been pretty vocal since winning the titles, a month ago, but the same cannot be said about you, what are your feelings towards that monumental win.
Moonlight sighed as Mari Moon stretched her arm to reach Moonlight’s mouth with the microphone.
Moonlight Master: I’m not the talker, ok? I like having this title, it’s a big honor and all of that. I really need to pee.
Mari Moon: And do you have any words to say to The Regulators Inc?
Moonlight Master: You want me to talk? Ok, I’ll talk, alright.
Moonlight grabbed the microphone and pulled it from Moon’s hand with such a strength that she felt on the ground.
Moonlight Master: We won last time, and things change, but I’m going to make sure they don’t. I don’t trash talk, I don’t need to trash talk, people don’t need me to trash talk. They see what I can do, and you all have seen what I can do. If you still think The Regulators have a chance, that is on you. Now, for the last time, I. REALLY. NEED. TO. PEE.
Moonlight threw the microphone behind her and entered the ladies bathroom.
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1WM Tag Team Championship Match
Regulators, Inc (“Calamity” Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy) vs. The Master Sisters (Moonlight and Aurora Master)
Torres: The following is a 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
"Honky Tonk Stomp" by Brooks & Dunn plays as Regulators, Incorporated, Jane Alder and Sadie Cassidy, make their way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first….weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred seventy-seven pounds….they hail from St. Louis, Missouri….they are FIRST EVER 1WM Tag Team Champions...they are the challengers…”Calamity” Jane Alder and Sadie Cassidy….REGULATORRRRRSSSSS, INCORPORATEEEEDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The first ever 1WM Tag Team Champions getting another shot at the titles!
America: I’m not going to lie, I thought Reg, Inc contracts expired at the end of Massive last month.
”Love is a Parasite” by Blanck Mass plays as The Master Sisters, Moonlight and Aurora, make their way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next...hailing from London, England...they are the current...reigning...and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions….they are Moonlight Master and Aurora Master….THE MASTEEEEERRRRRR SISTERRRRRRRSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Moonlight and Aurora in their first title defense after winning the championships last month at Massive.
America: I’m not going to lie, I thought the Master Sisters contracts expired at the end of Massive last month.
DING DING DING!!!
It's Aurora Master starting this match off against Sadie Cassidy and the crowd brims with anticipation as they lock up in the middle. A feverish struggle ensues where Aurora manages to back Sadie up against the ropes. The referee begins his count, and the crowd seems to grimace as Aurora huffs and delivers a brutal downward chop to Sadie's chest.
Crowd: WOOOOOOO!
Sadie's eyes bug as she drops her to her knees, clutching said chest. The crowd starts to BOOO as Aurora begins stomping Sadie's head and tries to punt kick her in the face, yet Sadie rolls out of the way and gets back to her feet. Aurora growls and rushes at Sadie with a jumping forearm, yet Sadie sidesteps and flapjacks Aurora across the ropes.
Taj: Bridging German suplex off the rope rebound by Cassidy!
One...
T...kick out!
America: Nowhere close to enough! Are you kidding me? Cassidy must be high thinking that was gonna happen!
Taj: A German suplex is a many splendid move, America. I've surely seen tides turned on it!
America: Granted, but not this damn early in the contest! They're fresh as a daisy still! Just foolishness!
Sadie quickly hauls Aurora up to her feet and tries to Irish whip her onto the Regulators Inc corner, yet Aurora reverses it and Sadie ends up in The Masters' corner getting worked with stomps, kicks and elbows by Aurora and the freshly tagged in Moonlight before the referee breaks it up. Moonlight sneers as she drags Sadie out of the corner and reels her in for a European uppercut which seems to devastate Sadie!
Taj: Oh geez! Like a ton of bricks!
The crowd BOO as Moonlight gets down and looks to be covering Sadie, yet she sneakily holds her forearm across Sadie's throat. The referee angrily starts to count out this illegal manoeuvre and Moonlight relinquishes, yet not before smashing Sadie in the side of the head with said forearm, seemingly knocking her out. Cover!
One…
Two...kick out!
America: Kick out by Cassidy, and she surely must be a glutton for punishment at this point.
Moonlight grabs a handful of Sadie's hair and tries to haul her to her feet that way, but Sadie let's out a shriek as she makes it clear she ain't having it! Precision kick right under the left knee of Moonlight forces Moonlight to both relinquish and drop down.
Taj: Basement dropkick! Rolling wheel kick to Aurora who's trying to sneak in for the double team! Tag to Adler!! This crowd is losing it right now!
The fans get right behind it as Jane Adler starts cleaning house with clotheslines, taking Moonlight and Aurora down again and again. Aurora rolls out of the ring to the floor, and Jane shows off just how strong she is as she hauls Moonlight to her feet. There's a laugh from the crowd and then a raucous cheer as Jane bounces Moonlight's head off one turnbuckle, drags her face along the top rope and then smashes her head into the waiting foot of Cassidy on the turnbuckle before bringing her down with a high impact swinging neckbreaker!
Taj: HAH! That's teamwork! Cover by Adler!
One…
Tw..Moonlight kicks out with gusto.
Jane gets the idea that she must stay on this and she tries to haul Moonlight back up, but Moonlight unloads with a barrage of left's and rights about the body and head, shuffling Adler backward into the Masters' corner once more.
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!
America: Uggghh…..
Aurora leapfrog jumps the top rope, and the crowd voice their appreciation as she swings around in mid air and turns the motion into a spin kick, a deeply disoriented Jane Adler being left at the limited mercy of Moonlight and Aurora who send Jane off for a double irish whip. The Masters sisters both duck down expecting a backdrop, yet the crowd just about explodes as Jane leaps up and manages to deliver a running double stomp to them both before bounding over and tagging Sadie back in! Moonlight rolls out of the ring, seemingly in a lot of pain.
Taj: Sadie's dragging Aurora back up!
The crowd gets pumped once more as Sadie gives the signal and points to Jane who nods and leaps to the top rope.
Taj: Cassidy's hauling Aurora up for that brainbuster!
The 'concern' pop from the crowd is all too apparent as Aurora's legs start to kick wildly, and she manages to wriggle free of the vertical suplex position, landing on her feet and promptly crotching Jane on the top rope and causing her to crash to the concrete floor in agony.
America: She's a woman yo, but don't you be kidding yourself thinking that doesn't hurt!
Taj: Aurora well and truly in control now, hauling Cassidy up!
The fans aren't happy as Aurora gets Sadie back up and delivers a sneaky kick to the shin and a forearm allowing her to wrench Sadie backwards into the reverse sleeper position..
Taj: We all know what this is! MAS...OH MY GOD!!!!
The fans seem to echo Taj's sentiment as out of nowhere, Moonlight rushes in and whispers something before delivering her patented knock out punch to Sadie, the momentum of which drops her dangerously into the rolling cutter at the same time!
America: PLEASE DONT DIE!! MASTERMIND!! ALL IN ON MOTION! COVER!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here are your winners, and STILL the One Wrestle Movement Tag Team Champions - THE MAAAAASTERRRRS SISSSTERRRS!!!
America: I am just blown away by the devastation that Aurora and Moonlight leave behind them at any given time!
Taj: Not a knock on Regulators Inc, as former champions, they have honestly been fantastic as well. But you know something? The Masters just proved why it's THEIR time now, and why they're gonna stay on up here for a LONG time to come!
Taj looks over at America who seems nonplussed.
Taj: Oh c'mon, America. Better than Agents of Chaos, right?
Before America can object, there's one more quick shot of Moonlight and Aurora celebrating their victory before we go to a commercial.
The World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from AccorHotels Arena in Paris, France
Streaming February 28, 2021
Contest of Champions Match: Pride of 1WM Champion versus World Heavyweight Champion
Jacob Striker vs. “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk
Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY THIRTEEN MAIN EVENT CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS between the Pride of One Wrestle Movement Champion and the One Wrestle Movement World Heavyweight Champion!
The crowd explodes with cheers.
Torres: The match is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
The lights on the stage begin to strobe as "KARATE" blasts through the speakers and Super Tiger runs out from behind the curtain. She runs to each end of the stage, waving to the audience, before coming back to the center. She points a finger toward the ceiling, looking up as rainbow colored pyro fires off behind her from one side of the stage to the other then back again. Once the pyro has concluded, she makes her way down the ramp, smiling and waving at the fans. She takes a replica of her mask, in a vacuum sealed bag, and hands it to a young fan at ringside before making her way to the commentary desk and putting her headset on.
Taj: Welcome back to 1WM and to the commentary table, Super Tiger.
Super Tiger: Thank you so much for having me! I'm super excited to be here!
"Necessary Evil" by Motionless in White feat. Jonathan Davis plays as Jacob Striker makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….he weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of six feet….he is the current reigning Pride of 1WM Champion….he is the Straight Shooter….JACOB STRIKEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The Pride Champion made an impact upon winning the title last month at Massive!
America: And he had a lot of really strong words for Arley Kirk! This one could be really exciting. I’m looking forward to it!
Super Tiger: I think Striker knew exactly what he was getting into with my tag team partner and current World Champion Arley Kirk. A pretty bold attempt using mind games against my sister!
"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 KIRRRRKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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: This girl did some self-reflection after what Jacob said to her.
Super Tiger: She sure did. But you can never count Arley out! She's a record setting World Champion for a reason!
The referee looks at both to make sure they’re ready before calling for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Arley and Striker both glare at each other for a moment with the Pride Champ practically daring Arley to go after her. The World Champ hesitates for a moment before charging forward. She immediately hits Striker with a chop to the chest, followed by a second, and then a third.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!!!!
Strike after strike connects. Striker stumbles back to the ropes. Arley grabs him and tries to shoot him across the ring. Striker reverses the attempt and waits for Arley to return on the rebound. Unfortunately for Striker, Arley responds by catching Striker off guard with a handspring enziguri! Striker falls to the mat as Arley calls for the fans to show her some support.
Taj: Quick start to this one by Arley!
America: She seems fired up in the early going and that’s important!
Super Tiger: No one I've ever met in this business, myself included, can match Arley when it comes to speed inside the ring!
Striker stumbles back up to his feet. Arley closes the gap between the two of them. She fires off a few quick kicks to Striker’s ribs as she continues to close the gap. Striker has no choice but to cover up. Arley pulls him in and tries to set Striker up for a snap suplex. Striker shoves Arley away from her to block the attempt. Arley staggers a few steps, but when Striker tries to close the gap, Arley leaps into the air and hits him with a spinning heel kick! She then hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...kick out.
Taj: If Arley can keep this up, I think Jacob might regret the fact that he “opened Arley’s eyes” so to speak.
America: You better show our Pride Champ a lot more faith than you have thus far, Taj! Trust me on this one!
Super Tiger: A lot of people don't believe someone Arley's size can kick your head off your shoulders like an old Halloween pumpkin off the porch, but her strikes are brutal!
Striker crawls over toward the ropes and pulls himself back up to his feet. Arley charges but Striker wisely rolls out to the floor to create a bit of space. Smirking, Striker stands on the floor. Arley doesn’t let this hold her back as she charges across the ring and leaps over the ropes for a tope con hilo but Striker stepping out of the way at the last possible second! Arley’s back SMACKS into the thinly matted floor. Striker calmly shakes his head.
Taj: Arley just crashed and burned!
America: High risk moves are called that for a reason!
Super Tiger: Arley started out in the backyard scene. She knows the consequences of high risk moves like that one. She's also been known to bounce right back from crashes like that! COME ON ARLEY!
Arley tries to ignore the pain as she slowly pulls herself back up to her feet. Striker immediately grabs hold of her and drives Arley into the guardrail---slamming her back into it. Arley’s eyes stay wide in pain as Striker rolls her back into the ring. Arley staggers back up to her feet. Striker lifts her off of the mat and delivers a massive backbreaker! Striker looks down at Arley and shakes his head before covering.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Jacob saw an opening and now he’s beginning to pick it apart.
America: I told you that you weren’t giving him enough credit!
Super Tiger: He's really starting to target Arley's back here. Smart strategy. Makes it hard to fly when you can't even stand up straight.
Striker grabs Arley and drives his knee directly into the middle of Arley’s back. He pulls back and locks her into a chinlock---being sure to keep his knee directly in Arley’s back as well. Arley is able to bring herself back up to her feet, but not before Striker does some more damage. Once Arley’s standing, Striker hits her in the back with a clubbing blow before dragging Arley onto her shoulders! The Pride Champ slams her down to the mat just moments later with a Samoan drop, hooking the leg for a cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: This is methodical, but…
America: It’s effective! And quite frankly, right now, the fact that it’s been effective is all that matters!
Super Tiger: This Striker obviously knows what he's doing. He's like a shark that's smelled blood in the water! But giving up isn't in Arley's vocabulary!
Striker delivers a stomp to the middle of Arley’s back. He then grabs Arley and once again tries to lift her back up to her feet. Jacob hoists Arley onto his shoulders again and this time tries to set her up for a torture rack. Jacob manages to do some more damage to Arley’s back. The Pride Champ yells out to make sure that everyone is watching him before continuing to do damage with the torture rack. Unfortunately for him, Arley is able to free herself from Striker’s grasp. She lands on the mat behind Striker and waits patiently. When Striker turns around to face her, Arley steps forward and hits him with a lunging knee strike! She clutches at her back for a moment before hooking the leg for a cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Arley needed that one!
America: That she did!
Super Tiger: Huge reversal there for the World Champion!
Arley takes a moment to recover as Striker shakes his head and groggily pulls himself back up to his feet. Once Striker is up, Arley gathers some energy and runs at him. Striker tries to cut her off with a clothesline, but Arley ducks underneath the attempt and bounces off of the ropes again. She leaps into the air and sends Striker crashing to the mat with a hurricanrana! Arley hooks the leg for a cover.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Arley pops up to her feet and calls for the fans to get riled up. Striker slowly brings himself back up to his feet as well and staggers over toward the corner. Arley charges over and throws her shoulder hard into Striker’s ribs! She follows it up with a second for good measure. She then slaps Striker’s chest and grabs her arm. Arley walks the ropes and shows off some impressive agility.
Taj: This is what people love to see from Arley! She’s in a position to put this away!
Arley continues to walk the rope. Striker runs forward and knocks Arley off of the ropes! Arley goes flying out of the ring and she hits her back on the guardrail! Arley’s eyes go wide in pain as she struggles to bring herself back up to her feet. Striker takes a moment to recover as Arley tries to power her way back into the ring. When she gets into the ring, Striker quickly grabs hold of her and powers Arley onto his shoulder. Jacob tries to deliver an Argentine backbreaker. Arley just barely frees herself from Striker’s grasp. The World Champ lands on her feet and waits for Striker to turn around. When Striker does so, Arley tries to hit him with Angeldust (superkick)---though her back gives out at the last possible moment. She drops to her knees for a moment before pulling herself back up to her feet.
Taj: That was a bad time for that to happen!
America: Not for Jacob it wasn’t!
Super Tiger: She's tough as a two dollar steak but even Arley isn't immune to constant damage to one specific body part.
Sure enough, before Arley can reach her feet, Striker bounces off of the ropes and hits Arley in the back with a discus elbow smash! Arley, clearly feeling the effects, tries to crawl back up to her feet after the impact. Striker pulls the World Champion up before dropping her with his The Apocalypse (Emerald Flowsion)!
Taj: This could be it!
The Pride Champion covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this Contest of Champions match...the Pride of 1WM Champion...Jacob Striker!!!
Taj: These are two GREAT champions!
America: Tell me about it.
Super Tiger: A great match for sure, and one Jacob should be proud of, but you can't discount Arley here. She gave it her all, played it up for the fans, but unfortunately she came up short this evening. Thank you both again for having me! It's been a lot of fun!
“Coming Undone” by Korn echoes through the speakers as Jacob Striker disappears behind the curtain. Arley begins to stir in the ring, the look of pain and disappointment covers her face as she looks at the ramp. The young cocky wrestler known as Jack Gibson makes his way back through the curtain microphone in hand.
Super Tiger: Who is this guy?
Taj: This is Eternal Lucha’s Jack Gibson, Super Tiger.
Jack Gibson: So...this is the One Wrestling Movement World Champion. Or at least what is left of her.
He smirks as the crowd boos the young outsider from Eternal Lucha.
Jack Gibson: When I heard you had followed my lead and signed on the dotted line to compete in Eternal Lucha, I was excited. Finally someone of my calibre in the company. Someone who can compete on my level, go toe to toe with what I bring.
He takes a few steps down the ramp.
Jack Gibson: But I am glad I came here tonight. Sure it was fun to mess with that has been earlier in the show, but you. You are the real reason I came here tonight. And after all the hype..meh. I’m not really impressed, I’m actually disappointed. But hey not all of us can live up to the hype right Arley?
Jack shifts in his feet, and soaks in the boos from the crowd that rain down on him.
Jack Gibson: So how about I leave you with a little gift, some advise, stay here where it is safe. Stay in this company where you can be queen of the castle. Because if you step foot into the Eternal Lucha ring I will make sure to expose you for the fraud that tonight PROVED you are.
He chuckles.
Jack Gibson: To think, you're what this place calls a world champion, maybe I should stop by after I am done in Eternal Lucha and give One Wrestling Movement a world champion looks like.
Jack drops the microphone and disappears behind, the 1WM World Champion in shock in the middle of the ring.
Taj: Thank you for joining us tonight, everyone. On behalf of We Are Splat!, we will see you all next month at Legendary Fourteen in Paris, France!
America: And I can guarantee that there will be no love spread from the roster when we get there.
Taj: Goodnight!
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