Legendary 14 "Maux D'Amour" (28 February 2021)

[Legal Department]

In the moments before the doors of the AccorHotels Arena swing open to let the 1WM fans in, the stands are virtually empty, save for the odd security guard on patrol as the ringside crew finishes setting up for the show. As the camera pans around the arena, the sound of two pairs of footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs. The camera pans back around, showing Damon and Aurora Graves, the Fallen Angels, occupying two of the seats just off of the aisle. Or rather, Damon is sitting in one seat, while his wife Aurora is perched on the back of the seat in the row ahead of them, her hands gripping the edge on either side as they both burn annoyed glares into the camera. Damon leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he tents his fingers, narrowing his eyes before he speaks.

Damon Graves: Chasing Glory was SUPPOSED to be our triumphant return to the ring, but something happened that took a huge steaming shit all over it…

Aurora’s lip curled into a brief sneer as she shook her head. She lets out a light scoff, her eyes focused on the concrete floor.

Aurora GravesAurora: It never fails… a handful of fresh faces make their way into a company, and the so-called “old guard” doesn’t want to deal.

She quickly turns her head to glare into the camera, giving it a look that would freeze Hell itself.

Aurora Graves: They don’t want to think about the talent coming in, taking away the spotlight that they believe should be on them 100% of the time.

Damon Graves: Considering who we’re talking about, I’m going to make this REAL simple… Headhunters, you couldn’t stand that the Fallen Angels and the Dog Pound were going to put on a damned good match, so you decided to ruin it by sticking your noses where they didn’t belong.

Aurora Graves: And by doing that, you only proved to the world that you two are nothing but a bunch of little punks; little more than schoolyard bullies that like to throw their weight around because they think it makes them look good. Here’s the thing. My husband and I have dealt with people like you our entire lives, so you’re not showing us anything special. You are just like the rest of the tag teams in One Wrestle Movement… another obstacle between us and championship gold.

Damon leans back in his seat, letting his hands fall against the armrests as he sneers.

Damon Graves: And then you pull the boneheaded move of TELLING us that you’re going to try and fuck with our match later tonight… operative word “try”. We knew that you two weren’t the brightest bulbs in the fridge, but that just proved us right.

Aurora scoffs, rolling her eyes again.

Aurora Graves: Please… every time those two payasos (clowns) open their mouths, they only prove they don’t even have two brain cells to rub together…

Damon Graves: Only two brain cells? Here, I was being generous by saying that they had six between the two of them…

Aurora Graves: I call ‘em like I see ‘em, babe. You know that. Maybe they call themselves the Headhunters because they’re trying to replace those BBs for brains they’ve got rolling around in their skulls.

That little insight elicits a chuckle from both of them, but their smiles soon disappear.

Aurora Graves: But that’s beside the point. Tonight, we step into the ring against Izzy Marx and Dustin Holt, and this time, it’ll be a lot different. At first, it was just two teams that wanted to tear into each other just to show what we were made of, but now, those two chode warriors have gone and pissed everyone off, and while I won’t go so far as to say “the enemy of my enemy is my friend,” they HAVE earned a modicum of respect in my eyes. But now, not only will we be taking this opportunity to show the 1WM faithful what we can do inside those ropes, but you better believe that if any bullshit goes down, the four of us will do what we have to do, because I know they appreciated that bullshit stunt about as much as we did.

Damon Graves: But don’t think that we’re going to half-ass it with our scheduled opponents. We still have every intention of beating Marx and Holt. Respect is one thing, but it gets left in the locker room once it’s go time.

They both stand up, stepping into the aisle as the camera pulls back to keep them both in frame.

Aurora Graves: Izzy, Dustin, I hope you two are ready to throw down, because this time, the Fallen Angels are gonna come out swinging. And to anyone that wants to stick their noses in our business, I’ve got four words for you…

She promptly flips off the camera with both hands, biting her lower lip as her nostrils flare.

Aurora Graves: ¡Id a la mierda! (Go fuck yourselves!)

Damon looks at his wife with his eyebrow arched, the corner of his mouth turning upwards into a smirk.

Damon Graves: Ooh, I love it when you talk like that.

Scene ends as Aurora heads towards the exit with Damon following close behind.

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Live from AccorHotels Arena in Paris, France

Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY FOURTEEN “MAUX D’AMOUR”!

The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.

America: Paris, France, we are in you!

Taj: Indeed we are, America, and what a night of action packed wrestling we have for the 1WM fandom!

America: We’ve got singles matches, tag team matches, six person tag team matches, tornado matches, non-title matches, and championship matches!

Taj: Let’s jump right into the action as it seems we have something going on backstage.

The cameras head backstage outside of Cedric Southern’s office inside the AccorHotels Arena. The door swings open with Sandra Rose stepping out of the office. She flashes her beautiful smile as Cedric completes his final instruction.

Sandra Rose: I’ll get right on it, Sir. I’m certain the roster will enjoy our next World Domination destination as much as they’ve enjoyed Paris. Everything will be in order for 1WM’s arrival.

Cedric’s international tour coordinator closes the office door behind her and takes a couple steps towards the production area when she is halted by a loud, aggressive voice behind her down the hall.

Voice: Hey! Are you the INCOMPETENT tour coordinator Southern hired?!

Sandra turns around to see Solomon Monster marching straight at her. He is none too pleased from the expression on his face.

Sandra Rose: Excuse me?

Solomon steps right up to Sandra like she was a challenger from the main roster.

Solomon Monster: You heard me! Are you the IMBECILE Southern hired to assist him booking the arenas and hotels for the World Domination International tour?!

Sandra is appalled by Solomon’s derogatory tone. Although Sandra shows slight apprehension she doesn’t hesitate to stand up for herself.

Sandra Rose: Who the FUCK do you think you are talking to me like that?

Sandra’s courage only exacerbates Solomon’s anger towards her.

Solomon Monster: You know exactly who I am! And you’re going to answer for the abysmal travel itinerary and hotel accomodations you assigned to my cohorts and me!

Sandra feigns ignorance to the topic of Solomon’s threat.

Sandra Rose: What are you talking about, Solomon?!

Solomon cracks his neck as he glares at Sandra then balls his fists.

Solomon Monster: Don’t feign ignorance with me! Bodhi Bose, the Headhunters, and myself are the only person on the roster that didn’t get a direct flight here to Paris AND not staying at the same hotel as the majority of the others of 1WM!

Sandra’s eyes narrow as she glares back at Solomon like he’s out of his mind.

Sandra Rose: Oh that’s right! You’re the IMBECILES that didn’t submit their accommodation forms on-time like everyone else. It’s not my fault your irresponsibility forced me to make other arrangements for you. I am not YO MOMMA, so go complain to her old fat ass for your lack of professionalism!

Sandra turns around to walk away from Solomon when he snatches her arm and turns her back towards him. She yelps at the force of Solomon's grip.

Sandra Rose: Don’t touch me!

Sandra goes to slap Solomon but he easily blocks her hand and grips her wrist tighter.

Solomon Monster: No, no, little Rose. You’re not getting off that easy. I know for a fact that it’s YOU meddling with US... and I know why too.

Solomon’s nostrils flare as he seethes at the tour coordinator.

Sandra Rose: Let GO of me!

Solomon twists her wrist harshly making Sandra whimper and tears roll out of her eyes.

Solomon Monster: I’m not blind. I watch the 1WM Twitter feed carefully. I know you get that tingling sensation when you’re around my… prodigal... brother, Erick St. John.

Sandra tries to answer back but Solomon only wrenches her contorted wrist further. She can’t get the words out and lets out a sob.

Solomon Monster: St. John has you wrapped around his finger, doesn’t he? He does possess that effect on the women. So you think sending our collective to a rodent’s nest outside of the Paris city limits is going to gain you points with the so-called Forgotten One?

Again Sandra tries to answer but Solomon silences her with more pain.

Solomon Monster: No one knows Erick St. John better than me! He may be going through a little mid-life crisis right now but I know my boy. He’s playing you, little Rose. St. John never settles down with just one. You’re just another female form for him to use and ultimately dismiss. He’ll have you sitting on the floor outside of his hotel room holding your clothes as he’s dialing up his next female dog. Though I’m sure one of these snot-nosed next generation wrestlers wouldn’t mind having a go-around with St. John’s sloppy seconds!

Solomon can’t help but chuckle in Sandra’s face. A glimmer of courage forms in her eyes as she spits a wad of saliva onto Solomon’s face. Solomon wipes the spit off his face.

Solomon Monster: That is very brave of you, little Rose.

Solomon cranks Sandra’s arm hard nearly dislocating her elbow. She screams in pain as she drops to her knees. Solomon is about to backhand slap Sandra when a loud CLANG forces Solomon to let go of her. Solomon tumbles forward as Erick St. John stands behind both of them with a steel chair in his hands!

Erick St. John: TOUCH HER AGAIN AND I’LL KILL YOU, SOLOMON!

Erick swings back and brings the chair back down on Solomon’s back. Solomon recoils and arches his back in pain. ESJ looks at the contorted chair before tossing it aside. As Solomon turns around to face his attacker, ESJ leaps toward him and lands a flying forearm directly on the chin. He doesn’t stop there as he straddles the muscular fighter and unleashes a flurry of rights to the side of Solomon’s head. Erick is relentless in his assault, not giving Solomon any opportunity to breathe or defend himself. Finally Solomon is able to stun ESJ as he reaches for a crate cover lying close to him and bashing ESJ’s head with it! The force knocks Erick off Solomon. Both men stagger as they get up. They lock eyes and go at each other with unmitigated haymakers.

Five Way Match
Chad Wagner vs. Driller Jaworski vs. William James Cordova vs. Jack Gibson vs. Bodhi Bose

“Anna Molly” by Incubus hits the PA system in the Accorhotels Arena – a new sound to many of the OWM fans in the area. Those who recognize it stand silently and stare at the entrance ramp, while the rest dart their eyes back and forth between the front of the arena and their fellow fans that are on their feet. The music plays for a few moments, echoing through the building, before a bearded man wearing an Hawaiian-style shirt and blue jeans steps onto the ramp. He pauses on the ramp, gazing through the arena with a smile on his face.

Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the new One Wrestle Movement signing... Chad Wagner!

Chad smiles wider now and begins to walk towards the ring. One fan in a first row seat on the entrance ramp clearly recognizes him and is ecstatic. Wagner slaps him on the hand as he quickly moves by, before ascending the steps and climbing into the ring while his music continues to blare. Once in the ring, he moves to the far side and grabs a microphone from Herbert.

Taj: For those watching at home, this is an interesting signing for 1WM. A talented British wrestler who’s been a staple on the US independent circuit over the years, as well as abroad.

America: Right you are. Time will tell if he can cut it here in 1WM, but as a company we have high hopes for him. There are a lot of talented wrestlers already here, so let’s see if he has the capability to compete at the highest level.

Chad waits for the music to die down as a few chants begin in the distance. He smiles. This man carries himself with poise, and even the fans who don’t know his name can tell that he has something interesting to offer. The music is gone now, and he begins to speak.

Chad Wagner: Bonjour, Paris! ça va?

The Parisian crowd enjoy this, cheering wildly.

Chad Wagner: Tres bien. Je ne parle qu'un peu français, alors excusez-moi s'il vous plaît! I have wrestled in many countries across the world, but this is my first time in front of a French crowd, and it’s a pleasure to be here with you tonight. France is famous for many things. Fashion. Great food. Fine wines. It’s been said that I’ve aged like a fine wine myself. Perhaps not in looks but certainly within the confines of the squared circle. And Paris is of course the city of love! And I want to start a love affair tonight with you guys, and all the fans tuning in around the world to One Wrestle Movement! Because tonight marks the first night that I step into your ring. That’s right, YOUR ring. And tonight will be the first time some of you are exposed to the moral compass I seek to bring to this company.

He pauses for a moment as the fans murmur.

Chad Wagner: Now I’m not out here to tell you all what I’ve done in my career. I see no sense in gloating over previous accolades or personal accomplishments. None of that is relevant, because I know that respect is earned, not forced. That’s something that I don’t think a lot of people in this sport understand. That winning matches, winning titles… (he shakes his head) that doesn’t mean you earned any bit of respect. If you cheat your way to the top, you’re a fraud. If you run from a fight, you’re a coward. If you manipulate the authorities, you’re a punk. I don’t like frauds, cowards, or punks, and my goal is to rid this company of those types of people.

The fans begin to cheer at this idea.

Chad Wagner: Thousands of people interact with this product either live or at home, and they see what happens here. Children see what happens in that ring. Adults even mirror what they see here. Being a positive example while you do something you love is the best way to make a difference in the lives of people who need it. I don’t come here with a holier than thou attitude, though some of you may see it that way. This is fine. But for every kid who sits in front of their TV and looks up to me, for every adult that may be inspired by me – I owe them. That’s what I want to be. A hero for the people. For those watching at home, those lucky enough to be sat at ringside.. and most importantly for you folks in the cheap seats!

He points to back of the room at the fans sat furthest away.

Chad Wagner: They call me The Journeyman, and I wear that like a badge of honor. I’ve spent my career moving from territory to territory. The towns have changed, and the wrestlers were different, but the game always stays the same. That’s what I’m here, and why I keep playing. So thanks for your time, Paris. Enjoy the show, and Bon Nuit!

His music begins to play as he observes the arena once again. He hands the mic to Torres and prepares for the impending match..

America: Well… he is certainly setting high expectations for himself here in 1WM.

Taj: Wherever you go there are people in this industry that don’t play by the rules. That was a clear message to the locker room from our new signing, Chad Wagner.

Taj: Let’s go to some comments from the next combatant in this five way match, Driller Jaworski.

We get a close up of Driller Jaworski’s face as he stands in front of a black background.

Driller Jaworski: When I heard that my debut match in One Wrestle Movement was going to be in Paris, France, I’ll admit that I was a little annoyed. An eight-hour plane ride. A city famous for its supposed bad treatment of Americans. A language I can’t speak. These were all the things I was thinking about.

Then I arrived in Paris, and I have to say…I fell in love with this city. There is so much history here. Did you know that 17,000 people had their heads cut off during the French Revolution? Sure, there’s great art and the Eiffel Tower and all that, but when I stood in the Place de la Concorde, when I stood on the ground where men, women, and children were sent to the guillotine to satisfy a blood lust that was palpable throughout the Revolution, I felt more at peace than I had ever felt in my life. I’ll admit, I even shed a tear.

I’m going to use that moment to inspire me. I’m going to use the memory of the beheadings in the Place de la Concorde to motivate me in my match tonight. I may not be able to make heads roll literally, but they will roll figuratively. There will be a mass execution in the ring, and I will be the executioner. One by one, the heads of Jack Gibson, Chad Wagner, Bodhi Bose, and William James Cordova will be locked in the stocks, and when I’m ready, I will drop the blade on each of their necks.

The camera starts to pan out.

Driller Jaworski: That blade can take the form of many moves. It could be the backdrop driver. It could the release German suplex. Maybe it’ll be The Drill Bit. Or, if I believe one of my opponents must be given the most cruel and unusual punishment, I will unleash Screwed.

And when I’ve executed all of my opponents, the fans assembled in the AccorHotel Arena, my new spiritual brothers and sisters, will rejoice like the revolutionaries of old at the paralyzed bodies left in my wake. Then, as I stand in the middle of the ring with my arms held high in the air, they will all scream, in one united chorus…

He lifts his arms in the air.

Driller Jaworski: …“Vive le Driller! Vive le Driller! Vive le Driller!”

Taj: Driller honestly scares the hell out of me, America.

America: He is a big bad bruiser. I’m kinda scared too.

Taj: Next up are some words from another combatant in this match.

Standing in front of a huge Legendary Maux D'Amour banner is a man wearing a red track jacket. His back is turned to the camera as he stares at the logo with the Paris skyline behind it. He nods his head a few times before in a flash! Spinning around with his arms out and a cocky grin plastered across his smug face.

Bodhi Bose: Bonjour! Paris, France has finally become the classy place it claims to be because Bodhi Bose is deep inside it! Why have I lowered myself to such a gross country though? Because I have to elevate One Wrestle to a new level. I need to bring style and substance to the show because most of the roster is trash. Pure trash and tonight I am facing not one, not two, not even three pieces of trash but FOUR hot, flaming turds who dare call themselves wrestlers. They are pathetic honestly.

Bodhi shakes his head, a look of disgust on his face at the thought of the men he is being forced to wrestler later that night.

Bodhi Bose: But I'll go out there and I will dazzle, I will razzle and I will amaze these French freaks until they fall off their seats and make a mess in their pants from excitement. I hope the staff brought some mops and buckets to clean this place up... Especially for the seats we got those filthy French women sitting in.

He slowly pulls a red headband out from his packet, running his hands over it as he grins. Bodhi looks back up at the camera with a nod of his head.

Bodhi Bose: Now I could sit here and run down each and every one of these fools but why? Why would I waste my breath even saying their names? They don't deserve that rub. They don't even deserve to be in the ring with me. Actually this match should be called off completely and I can be declared the winner right here and now. I accept this victory for this awful hellhole named France! See... I'm a nice guy and if those four turds are okay with it we will skip this and I will get out of this country now. But they wanna be tough guys probably and make me do this the hard way. Typical idiots. I guess it's time for Bodhi the Bod to go out there and shine like no one else can. In the end these incels and dweebs will be crying as I leave France as the winner and they will be leaving just like they arrived... As giant losers. See you dweebs in the ring!

Bodhi laughs before tying his red headband around his head and letting a strange, sick evil grin spread across his face as he inches closer to the camera. He then snaps his jaw at it like Val Kimber in Top Gun and disappears off screen.

Taj: Bodhi has already made an impression in 1WM by aligning himself with The Headhunters.

America: And right now being with Eric and Dexter makes you the talk of the town in 1WM.

All five men are in the ring and Driller Jaworski isn't wasting a second, immediately rushing Chad Wagner with a rough looking lariat and just about taking the unwitting guy's head off.

America: Oh goodnight!

Of course, this encourages Jack Gibson and William Cordova to start exchanging rapid fire strikes. The ref rolls his eyes, shrugs and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

As Gibson and Cordova trade blows and Driller laughs menacingly while he delivers stomp after stomp to Chad, Bodhi sees this as a really good time to lounge out across the corner and watch the mayhem unfold.

Taj: Driller dragging Wagner to his feet, here's the Irish whip..

Wagner manages to stand his ground and reverse, sending Jaworski careening into the corner and getting a laugh from the crowd as Driller's shoulder collides with the crotch of Bose, sending him toppling off the top rope onto the apron clutching 'Little Bodhi'. Wagner follows up with a dropkick to the back and tries to reel Driller into a roll up pin!

One...

Gibson's running senton to the back of Wagner puts that idea to rest. Gibson drags Wagner to his feet, letting out a roar as he throws a vicious forearm. Cordova sees Bodhi Bose crawling back under the ropes and drags him to his feet before lining up..

Taj: RYDE OF YOUR LI…

America: No! Bose ducked out of the way! BRUTAL spinning spinebuster! Cordova ate it HARD!

Bodhi was moving in for the cover, yet the giant hand of Driller Jaworski hauls him up by the scruff of his neck!

Taj: Jaworski showing off just how much of a brute he really is! Look at those headbutts!

After the third monstrous headbutt in a row, Driller roars and doubles Bose over with a knee to the gut.

America: Jaworski is throwing that arm over! I think Bodhi Bose is SCREWE~

The next minute or so is absolute pandemonium. Bose manages to break free from the screwdriver attempt, landing on his feet and quickly swinging back around.

Taj: GOD'S GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE! Timberrr!

Driller hits the deck, but Bodhi doesn't even get a split second to relish in it..

Taj: Gibson with an intervention! Kick to the gut!

America: What is Gibson doing?! ROYAL FLUSH on Bose!

As Gibson is pumping himself up, his eyes suddenly roll back in his head as his chin meets the charging superkick of Cordova..

America: RYDE OF YOUR LIFE!

No sooner does Cordova get back to his feet, but..

Taj: JOURNEY'S END BY WAGNER!!

The crowd really gets behind Wagner as he points to Driller Jaworski and signals for much of the same! Wagner grabs Driller and hauls him up..

America: NO! Driller ain't having it!

Driller growls and doubles Wagner over with a knee..

Taj: DRILL BIT!

Wagner eats the double underhook piledriver, folding up like an accordion. Cover!

One...

Two...

THREE!

Torres: Here is your winner, DRRRRILLLLERRRR JAAAAWOOOORRRRSKIII!!

Taj: Driller pulls out the debut win here tonight at Legendary Thirteen!

America: All five of these men put on one hell of a match. There is no denying that!

We watch footage of what appears to be something recorded from a high megapixel phone camera. It's a crisp and clean night view of the city of Paris from a very high point, but it's hard to say where it's being shot from specifically…

??: What a grand, glorious view, yeah?

The voice was a higher tone with a slightly raspy quality and a mild Scottish accent. The camera flips to reveal a freckled, redheaded woman lit only by the built in light from her phone. She smiles a mischievous megawatt grin, impish delight in her eyes.

??: Tha name's Molly O'Hatherine, tha' Ginger Ninja and where am I right now? Sittin' on the very tip top of the Eiffel Tower! I'm not talking the top floor either, I'm talking about parkin' me freckled arse on the Antenna at the very top! I'm streamin' this live from me phone to yer show and this is but a taste of things to come from me as ya' see, I've got plans, big ones here in tha' lovely land of One Wrestle Movement.]

Molly brushes some of her fiery red hair from her face as the wind wildly whips her locks about.

Molly O’Hatherine: I could've come out there to tha' ring to deliver 'em but that'd be borin' now wouldn't it? E'erybody n' their mum goes out to tha' ring or records some video where they're flappin' their gums and talkin' about how their tha' next greatest thing ta' e'er step in a wrestlin' ring and how tha' world should take notice. That's not me way. I grab yer attention by tha' bloody balls and say to ye' exactly what I be wantin' ta' say and ya' listen all tha' same.

She gesticulates the universal hand motion of grabbing someone by the balls and squeezing for emphasis.

Molly O’Hatherine: Aye. I came ta' France ta' tell tha' world that Molly O'Hatherine is fawkin' back in tha' ring, better than ever, and with a promise that by the end of 2021, I'll be standin' tall with gold in me hand and points ta' be made. While ye have a man named Monsterr going 'round proclaiming he knows best fer tha' future of tha' business, usin' his two hench-idiots runnin' around pretending their dicks are as big as their egos ta' do it, I'll be showin' tha' world what tha' real future of professional wrestlin' looks like!

Thumping her chest with a fist loud enough to be heard over a sudden gust of wind.

Molly O’Hatherine: YER BLOODY WELL LOOKIN' AT THA' FAWKIN' FUTURE OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING! It's fun, dirty, as pure as it is unclean, and I'd have it no other way because I am a reflection of wrestlin' livin' alive today. It's not perfect and neither am I, that's why it's a perfect fit fer me... why I'm tha' future comin' ta' pass because Solomon Monster can talk all tha' shite he likes about tha' good old days. I was ne'er fawkin' there fer that shite. Tha' good old days fer me was as a fawkin' sperm in me father's balls and an egg in me mother's uterus. Tha' past only holds meanin' as an example, not as tha' definition of what's ta' be.

There's an intense look in her eye as she brings the phone camera in closer.

Molly O’Hatherine: We learn from history so we won't make tha' mistakes that were made before us and Solomon? .....Well, that lad learned nothin' from tha' times he lived in, nor why his golden age crumbled 'round him like tha' bloody Roman Empire on fire. Ya' stand there, stuck in tha' past in a future ya' donnae' understand and tha' sad part is, ya' try ta' change it knowin' full well that history be not on yer side. Tyrants may win tha' war fer a time, but tha' battle always turns against them as allegiances form ta' cast down yer regime of power until finally all ya've left is yesterday and a name, yer crown broken at yer feet.

That same free hand makes a pencil snapping gesture with her thumb pressing down on her curled fingers.

Molly O’Hatherine: Just like that, yer undone because ya' just couldnae' accept tha' truth of yer existence.

The Ginger Ninja then rises to a stand on top of that antenna with a wicked grin on her face once more.

Molly O’Hatherine: Fly like tha' wind or fall like a rock. Tis yer choice. I know what I'm gonnae' do...

She then squats back and vaults off with a wild cry. The phone streams her rapid descent towards the ground, only for the sound of a ripcord being pulled and a parachute unfurling slow her descent just at the right time, cushioning her feet as she does a tuck and roll landing. Detaching the parachute, she's off running with mad laughter as police sirens in the distance are finally catching up.

Molly O’Hatherine: SEE YOU IN THA' FUTURE LADS AND LASSES!!! THE GINGER NINJA IS HERE FOR THA' MOVEMENT! ONE WRESTLE MOVEMENT!!!!

With a kiss on the camera lens, the feed is then cut.

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Singles Match
el dragón del cielo Benjamin Fahel vs. Melissa Maye

Benjamin and Melissa start off the match with Melissa catching the 1WM newcomer off guard with a stiff elbow smash right to the jaw, quickly following it up with a hip attack. Benjamin is quick back up to his feet, but Melissa doesn’t slow down, hitting a series of chops that back Benjamin up into a corner. She snapmare’s him out of the corner before quickly rolling him up, getting barely a one count before he kicks out.

Taj: Benjamin although a rookie comes with a great skillset. He has his work cut out for him with Melissa though.

America: Melissa is definitely no slouch in the ring.

Benjamin is the first up to his feet and is quick to turn the tides in his favor, hitting Melissa with a roundhouse kick before he follows it up with a clothesline. Benjamin doesn’t stop there, hitting Melissa with a standing senton. She clutches at her midsection as he starts to climb the closest turnbuckle, sitting perched at the top until she gets up to her feet before he launches himself for a missile dropkick. Melissa tries to get out of the way, but Benjamin’s foot catches her anyway right in the collarbone region. With the wind knocked out of Melissa, Benjamin seizes the chance for a quick punch to her solar plexus before hitting her with a front flip kick, a move he calls Phoenix Feather before getting the victory.

Torres: The winner of this match...el dragon del cielo Benjamin Fahel!

Taj: Very decent showing and win by Benjamin.

America: On any given Sunday, Taj.

The cameras cut to a dimly lit part of the arena as three individuals are standing off camera getting themselves prepared for the fight ahead. Adrian Lancaster is standing in front of them while holding a microphone in her hand.

Adrian Lancaster: Paris, France is the night where we shock the entire world. Katrina Culpepper makes her debut as Tom Torch and Bradley Alford look to finally show what they can do inside the ring. If those three idiots from Glory 9 thinks about getting involved in our business again. They will regret fucking with us. The Dog Pound doesn't forget and we damn sure don't forgive. You screw with us. We end you. It's just that simple.

Bradley shakes his head while stepping into the camera.

Bradley Alford: I'm not a fan of this guys. You know I can't hit women. How can I face these broads?

Tom slaps his friend on the back of his head.

Tom Torch: Will you get over yourself? These three bimbos are just as pissed as we are for what transpired. The problem is we are motivated to show the world just how good we are plus we have a secret weapon.

Adrian smiles as she listens to the two men talking about the match. That was until Katrina steps in between them.

Katrina Culpepper: I'm just happy that I'll be making my debut outside of that hell hole. It's no secret that I hate America. These three shits will find out why I am the submission specialist of the group. I am not afraid to kicking someone's ass. I am not afraid of ripping hair out. The Dog Pound will walk out the winners. If those scumbags get involved then we will make an example out of them as well.

Adrian's smile grows wider as the trio steps out of the shot. Adrian just smirks before following after them.

~~

Six Person Tag Team Match
The Dog Pound (Katarina Culpepper, Tom Torch, and Bradley Alford) vs. The Mancini Syndicate (Camila Morricone, Isabella Terrano, and "La Capa" Viola Mancini)

Katrina and Camila start off the match for their respective teams in typical fashion, locking up in the center before they start shoving each other back and forth. Camila is able to gain the upper hand by hitting a hair pull backbreaker on Katrina, dragging her backward and dropping Katrina’s upper back across her knee. Camila leans forward to pull Katrina up to her feet, only to be met with a right hook. Katrina scrambles up to her feet, hitting Camila with a series of knife edge chops that back her up a bit before nailing a running bulldog. Katrina goes for a cover but Camila quickly rolls her up, catching her off guard and managing to get a two count before Katrina kicks out.

The two then trade a series of back and forth blows before Camila goes for a handyman’s neckbreaker. But Katrina is able to counter this and turns it around, hitting a snap DDT. She goes for a cover again and gets a two count before getting frustrated and going over to tag in one of her partners, specifically tagging in Tom Torch.

America: DON’T. YOU. DARE. SAY. IT.

Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUARD!

Tom marches over and pulls Camila up to her feet, being by a roaring elbow from a stumbling Camila who then goes and tags in Isabella Terrano. Isabella attempts to catch Tom off guard, launching herself off the turnbuckle for a diving crossbody, but he’s able to catch her in mid-air before sending her crashing backfirst into the mat with a falling powerslam. Tom pulls her back up to her feet and Isabella manages to hit a dropkick to his knee that brings him down to one before hitting a jumping knee drop to the back of said leg. But he is able to grab a handful of her hair and yank her around to infront of him, pulling her down to her knees. He then starts to hit her with a series of punches before going for a cover. Isabella is able to kick out just before the three count and Tom pulls her over towards his corner, tagging in Bradley.

Bradley whips Isabella off towards the ropes and when she comes rebounding back, she is able to turn things around and hit a tilt-a-whirl arm bar, keeping it locked in for a few moments before scurrying over to tag in Viola. And Viola wastes no time, hitting a lungblower on Bradley who’s gotten back up to his feet. She stalks around him as he sputters for air, deciding what to do next before yanking him up to his feet and whipping him off into the corner. Viola then quickly follows it up with a corner clothesline, charging forward with fury and then hitting him with a bulldog. Viola then goes for a cover but it’s broken up by Katrina who comes in and boots her in the back. Camila then comes in and takes Katrina out with an elbow smash before throwing her out of the ring. Tom does the same to Camila and then Isabella takes him out with a facebreaker.

Taj: The tag division has really started to heat up lately, America.

America: It has indeed. The company has gone out of it’s way to beef up the division. I’m sure it’s only going to be a matter of time until whatever combination of the Dog Pound get a title shot.

Camila and Viola attempt to double team Bradley, pulling him up to his feet, but he takes Camila out with a leaping knee strike before following it up with a running knee strike on Viola. He locks in a sleeper hold on Viola but she’s able to break free after a few moments and he instead decides to lock in Brad Board (Mexican surfboard into a rear naked choke). With her partners brawling with their opponents on the outside, Viola is then left with no choice but to tap out.

Torres: The winners of this match...the Dog Pound!

The Notre Dame de Paris is one of the most iconic landmarks in the world. Located on the Île de la Cité in the 4th Arrondissement of Paris, this weathered, ancient cathedral has stood the test of time against revolutions, two world wars, and multiple forms of government. If the building's walls could speak, it would have many stories to tell beyond its gothic architecture. On the evening when this recording was made, the historic location would serve as host to two of One Wrestle Movement’s finest. Within the massive open bell tower stands Ursula Von Rossbach wearing a black custom-designed suit, gloved hands behind her back as she looks down upon the glittering lights of Paris, the camera’s lighting illuminating her. Coda, her tag team partner, shifts her glimmering gaze out at the City Of Light below with astonishment! Excitedly pointing to the Eiffel Tower, the camera turns its attention to the massive 1,063-foot monument. The tower’s almost identical to the cartoony version surrounded by red hearts on the Korean-American’s pale green shirt.

Coda: Gazing down from the top of the world,
Suddenly seeing a different city,
Things look tiny and friendly and fair,
Seen from the top of the world!

While she’s not the best singer, her joy is infectious as she cutely echos the song “On Top Of The World” from Disney’s classic Hunchback Of Notre Dame with the same tonality and phrasing as the official version. Gripping the side railing to get a better view of Paris, Coda seems to be oblivious to the vandalism right underneath her palms. Tourists have graffitied their names along the beautiful railing. Meanwhile, scaffolding in the distance shows the rebuilding process after the devastating 2019 fire threatened to burn the whole historic cathedral to the ground.

Coda: When you look from high above,
Everything seems pretty.
Seeing life from the top of the world,
Nothing needs fighting,
And no one needs pity.

Ursula’s brow is arched as she watches her teammate sing for a moment, and when it seems she has finished, then the Lady Terminator speaks.

Ursula Von Rossbach: If you never wish to have the Disney experience of the film ruined, never read the book that the animated feature of The Hunchback of Notre Dame is based on, Ms. Coda.

Coda nods. Ursula’s eyes avert back to the city laid out before them with a small smirk upon her faintly painted lips.

Ursula Von Rossbach: It is a true tragedy of Grecian proportions, not unlike the fate of our opponents at this latest edition of Legendary. While they shall not receive our pity, they will likely be basking in the pity of others by the time we have finished with them.

Coda: Bri is a rookie. This would be her first month in the professional circuit, yes?

Ursula Von Rossbach: Indeed. It will be quite the lesson for our young opponent and her colleague.

Coda: It would be easy to dismiss Bri, but I believe this would be stupid. We will have to solve this unknown variable, even without knowing her strengths and weaknesses. But we do know she is good enough to enter One Movement Wrestling without appearing in your typical welcome match at the bottom of the card.

Ursula gives a small nod of agreement, her attention on the city below with her hands clasped behind her back.

Ursula Von Rossbach: In our social media banter, I was accused of just such a crime, that I have brushed them both off and completely underestimated the two. On the contrary, I have done as much research as I can under the circumstances. Ms. Cross, in particular, has a modestly storied history that has told me much. We focus on the target we know and deal with the unknown as necessary.

She turns her attention back to Coda for a moment, inclining her head towards her.

Ursula Von Rossbach: I will say that one observation has been made, based on her social media interactions or the lack thereof. Brianna Matthews is cautious, uncertain of herself and her capabilities. She has made no true declarations of what will or will not transpire. The timid do not win wars, Ms. Coda. Bold and decisive, tactical actions coordinated by a confident mind and capable body do.

With a small smirk, she looks back at the city yet again.

Ursula Von Rossbach: As Ms. Matthews is a raw graduate from the prestigious Harley Race Wrestling Academy, she would still be feeling herself out. It is easy to impress in a try-out match in private, but in front of a crowd with her insecurities potentially laid bare before so many witnesses, ready to be exploited by seasoned veteran talents such as ourselves? One Wrestle Movement does have high standards, but mine are higher, as are yours.

Coda: Precisely. As far as her partner is concerned, you seemed to have gotten under Justice’s skin, in a sense. I know when others make me mad, I make mistakes. So our opponent would do best to stay calm throughout this bout.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Passion can be powerful, but when it threatens to overwhelm in conjunction with anger, it can doom any effort you put forth, no matter what tools you have at your disposal. Wars can be won on passion and courage when combined with the necessary armaments to back it, but when soldiers enter the battlefield unfocused, enraged, or otherwise unprepared for what they face, then it is almost certain that they will lose.

Her head lowers slightly.

Ursula Von Rossbach: This is what I believe shall be the case for our foes if they cannot rally in some way. As you have pointed out, I am “under the skin” of one, and the other seems so unsure and uncertain of who and what she is that I am convinced you shall pick her apart in minutes upon confrontation. This, combined with the fact that Ms. Justice seems rather obsessed with Ms. Drew and Ms. Park at present, and you very well have a recipe for disaster.

Coda: Certainly! We have proven to be a formidable team against Solomon Monster, and with each match, our chemistry will become stronger. Soon, we will be declared the best team throughout all of 1MW, but after our first match was stopped via interference and the last bout was a one-on-two handicap match, I cannot help but acknowledge that this almost feels like our third debut. Do you feel the same, Ursula?

Ursula’s stance stiffens a bit, bristling slightly with some visible discomfort.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Yes. There has been a sense of satisfaction denied to us twice now. If there is a source of anger and irritation our opposition could exploit, that would be it. I do not like inconclusive or uneven results, regardless as to whom they may favor. We require a decisive, definitive win on this occasion. We have the tools, talent, and capabilities to win any engagement that we are set upon.

Coda: With our combined abilities, you are aware of what it will feel like when we defeat the capable team of Justice Cross and Brianna Matthews once and for all, yes?

Ursula Von Rossbach: Satisfying.

A small smile appears on Ursula’s face. A similar smile meets Coda’s lips as she climbs onto the precious railing against the tour guide’s wishes and sits down with her legs dangling 140+ feet off the concrete. Her arms theatrically spread as she expresses herself by belting out the end of the song she’s started, the words automatic and effortless.

Coda: Sitting on the top of the world...

Ursula joins her, seated on her thin seat as the camera pans to view their backs’ silhouettes against the afternoon sunlight. After hanging on this beautiful view for a few seconds, several tour guides rush in to reprimand them, but before words can exit their mouths, Legendary’s broadcast continues elsewhere.

The cameras return backstage with a shot of Solomon Monster leaning against a wall trying to shake off the cobwebs from the attack by Erick St. John earlier. Unexpectedly, a chair comes flying into the frame and pastes itself into Solomon’s face! Solomon sprawls to the floor as a seething ESJ steps into the camera shot.

America: THESE TWO FOOLS ARE STILL GOING AT IT!

ESJ positions himself over Solomon’s body and begins pressing the chair down over his neck! Solomon strains to keep his air-supply from being cut off. With a surge of strength, Solomon shoves ESJ off his neck and rises to his feet! ESJ regains his balance and runs in for another strike with the chair… but Solomon meets him with a boot to the gut causing him to double over, and he doesn’t hesitate to put a right hand into his cheek, sending ESJ to the concrete floor.

Solomon Monster: YOU DARE BETRAY ME FOR A SKIRT NOW?!

Solomon yells at Erick. He reacts with a low blow that leaves Solomon howling!

Erick St. John: NO, SOL, I’M WAITING FOR YOUR BALLS TO DROP SO YOU CAN GROW UP!

ESJ follows up with an uppercut that nearly knocks Solomon’s head off! A quick series of rights and lefts sends the big man reeling back. ESJ punctuates his attack with a smooth roundhouse kick… BUT Solomon catches his leg and whips ESJ into the concrete wall! Solomon follows it up by catching his arm and putting ESJ on the floor with a hip toss!

Solomon Monster: Don’t make me end your career, St. John!

ESJ answers Solomon’s statement with a big right hook into Solomon’s face! He follows with a boot to the gut and a hard right knee to Solomon’s face that sends him to the floor!

Erick St. John: Want to end my career? You’ll have to kill me first!

The two men rise to their feet like the gladiators they are and face each other. ESJ lunges forward with a huge left that nearly busts Solomon’s face open! He follows with a right hook… a jab… another jab… he grabs Solomon by his t-shirt and nearly cracks his forehead down the middle with a big headbutt! Solomon reacts with a headbutt of his own! He grabs ESJ around the waist and lands a harsh belly-to-belly suplex on ESJ across the room! Solomon grabs ESJ by his curly locks and pulls him to his feet and gets in his face!

Solomon Monster: You were my brother, St. John, MY BROTHER! We could rule this company and show them how WRONG this new generation is to reject our values!

Erick St. John: No… Sol, you’re wrong!

ESJ responds with an elbow to the gut followed by snapmare and a dropkick into Solomon Monster’s back. He catches his breath before he brings Solomon to his feet and leads him backstage crew area! ESJ shoos away a ring worker from a nearby coffee machine and grabs the steaming cup he was waiting on and tosses it toward Solomon! Solomon ducks out of the way just in time to avoid a splash of scalding hot coffee to the face! Instead it hits an unlucky crew member who falls out of the shot, clutching his face and screaming.

Taj: Oh no! This isn't good. This isn’t good at all.

ESJ turns around and Solomon nearly decapitates him with a clothesline that sends Erick flipping to the floor! Solomon takes hold of one of the coffee tanks and shoves it off but ESJ rolls out of the way just in time! ESJ gets back to his feet and Solomon comes after him. ESJ meets this with a drop toe hold that puts him face down into the spilled coffee! ESJ then drives Solomon’s face even further into that hot coffee!

America: These two are really trying to kill each other and I’m here for it!

Taj: This needs to stop. Solomon has a match in the main event tonight!

ESJ continues to drive Solomon’s face into the concrete but Solomon powers himself to his feet and shrugs him off! ESJ is back up and jumps onto Solomon’s back, digging his fingers into his eyes! But Solomon reaches back, grabs a fist full of hair, and dumps ESJ back to the floor. Solomon goes to the concessions table where all the drinks for the crew have been set up and he knocks everything aside! Solomon has the table set up and turns around as ESJ lunges at him with a cross body block. Solomon catches him and powerslams ESJ through the table! Solomon rises from the table carnage and lets out a primal roar as he flexes his muscles. He looks down at a semi-conscious ESJ and drags him up by the hair.

Solomon Monster: Did I finally knock some sense into you?

Erick St. John: Fuck you, Solomon!

Solomon Monster: Wrong answer!

Solomon starts laying into him relentlessly with a barrage of heavy rights! He then whips ESJ face first into a Coke machine! ESJ stumbles back and Solomon takes him by his arm and swings him into a steel garbage can! Solomon keeps his grip and whips Erick into the wall! He hits back first and the back of his head smacks hard against the concrete surface!

Taj: WHERE IN THE WORLD IS SECURITY?!

Erick stumbles forward and Solomon catches him around the midsection and follows through with a tilt-a-whirl slam through another table! Panting and somewhat chuckling to himself, Solomon Monster dusts himself off and begins to walk away from the scene of carnage leaving his former Emeritus brother lying limp amid the remains of the broken table.

Solomon Monster: You put up a good fight, St. John! But no woman that is not family is worth this trouble! And speaking of, I’m going to go teach her a lesson in Hardknocks 101!

Solomon smiles sinisterly before leaving the shot heading back to where he left Sandra Rose. Erick St. John lays in the table rubble with blood dripping from his mouth.

Tag Team Match
Izzy Marx and Dustin Holt vs. The Fallen Angels (Aurora and Damon Graves)

We're starting this one off with Damon Graves and Dustin Holt exchanging trash talk. Damon grins and Dustin snarls as they move in to lock up, but the crowd BOO Holt as he feints, sidesteps and doubles Damon over with a backhand to the lower abdominals. From there, Holt lays into Graves with repeated knees to the face and midsection and double axe handle blows to the back. Damon's head snaps back from the force of the European uppercut from Holt and he falls victim to the subsequent jumping reverse STO!

America: Hot Translator by Holt and Graves is in some trouble!

Holt tries to get his patented Pickpocket submission in on Graves, but Damon is able to kick him away. Holt comes back to try to drag Graves back up but he blocks and drills Holt with a barrage of blows to the midsection followed by a shinbreaker.

Taj: Running knee lift! Changing of the guard right here!

America: Knock it OFF!!

Aurora quickly scrambles in and nails Holt with a running headscissors takedown and a standing dropkick when he gets back to his feet.

Taj: JECHT SHOT!

There's a smack of boot on skull as Aurora nails the Pele kick and then hits the ropes.

America: Not sure what Aurora thinks she's going for.

Taj: I can tell ya! Hurricanra~

The crowd is suddenly beside itself as Dustin Holt catches her in mid air, let's out a roar and SMASHES Graves with an impromptu AA style spinebuster!

America: That chaotic looking D-Bomb was impeccably timed! Cover!

One..

Two...Aurora gets the shoulder up and this seems to deeply anger both Dustin and Izzy.

Holt snarls as he drags Aurora to her feet and hauls her into Dog Pound's corner, smashing Aurora's face into Marx's waiting boot before tagging her in. The referee tries his best to quickly break it up, but the crowd BOOO Dog Pound as they lay into Aurora in the corner with repeated double team strikes and kicks.

Taj: Damon to the rescue!

The crowd perks right up as Damon's face goes dark before he makes a beeline for that corner.

America: WHAT A SPINNING HEEL KICK ON DUSTIN HOLT!

Holt's eyes seem to roll back as he flies through the top and middle ropes, crashes out to the apron and falls to the floor. The crowd suddenly starts booing again as the ref angrily counts Izzy who is choking Aurora with her boot in the corner. Right as he's about to count to five, the crowd boo once more as Izzy backs off and acts all innocent. Aurora tries to come out of the corner, but a vicious European uppercut sends her falling back into it.

Taj: We haven't seen one of these for a while! It's a ten punch!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

FIVE…

SIX…

SE~

The crowd loves it as Aurora manages to block the seventh, and the color seems to drain from Izzy's face as she find herself on the receiving end of what looks to be a powerbomb, but there's yet another BOO as a recovered Dustin creeps up and delivers a roundhouse to the back of Aurora's head from the apron, forcing her to drop Izzy, freeing her.

America: Kick to the gut! We could be seeing the end right here! I MARX THE SPO~

The fans ERUPT as Aurora slips out of the bridging fisherman and gets the go behind!

Taj: BURY THE LIGHT OUT OF NOWHERE!

The fans are going crazy as Aurora gets the cover!

One…

Two…

THRE...Dustin once more snuck in and angrily broke it up!

He tried to drag Aurora up, but the ref caught him and forcibly returned him back to his corner, but not before he flips off Damon who snarls and jumps down, running over to Holt who immediately high tails it!

America: Holy hell Graves is chasing Holt around the ring like he caught him breaking into his locker!

Meanwhile in the ring, Izzy had delivered a punishing and illegal kick to the crotch to double Aurora over, but the ref doesn't see it.

Taj: Swinging neckbreaker!

America: Okay….where in the hell are the Headhunters?! Eric and Dexter said they were going to run-in on this match?

As Damon angrily chases Holt up the ramp and backstage, Izzy taunts the crowd and gives the signal to end this, getting a loud BOO for her handiwork.

America: Izzy's going to the top! She really does have this one sealed, Taj! JUST TROU...WOAH!!

Izzy launches off the top rope into her 450 splash, but she bounces off the knees of Graves!

Taj: She's setting it up! Graves with the REBEL YELL!!

As soon as Aurora has it cinched in, she utters an ear piercing scream and digs in even deeper!

America: Marx has nowhere to go! There we go, it's all over!

Izzy taps, electing to fight another day.

Torres: Here are your winners, via submission - AURORA AND DAMON GRAVES - THE FAAAAALLLENNN AAAAANGELLLLLS!

The cameras cut to an undisclosed location where Bradley Alford and Tom Torch are standing there with towels draped over their shoulders. Bradley doesn't seem to be pleased as Tom Torch is pacing back and forth.

Bradley Alford: You know ever since we joined this company, two people have been running their mouths claiming they are the best tag team on the roster. Yet, I haven't seen them in an actual match. All they do is run their mouth on Twitter but when someone fires back they tuck their tales like cowards. They begin to toss out insults that would make fifth graders blush. Yeah, they don't have good insults nor can they speak properly. Then again they are paired with a blow hard with an ego bigger than this company and some monster who has problems with the younger generation.

Tom places his hand on Brad's chest.

Tom Torch: Don't sugarcoat it Brad. We called you fuckers out and yet you haven't done anything. You continue to run your damn mouth. So if you two want to scrap. Then come find us but know we you can't jump us from behind. Cowards attack from behind. You want to be the best then prove it. Until then, we will continue to call you fuck ups with no skills and we will put the tag champions on notice. Brad and myself are coming for those straps. So whomever the tag champs are, just know we will be waiting.

Brad and Tom nod their heads as the cameras fade to black.

Tornado Tag Team Match
The Shinigami Foundation (Alex Slayer and David Belmont) vs. The Connelly Twins (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly)

Angelita starts the match off against Alex and the two instantly start clashing in the center of the ring. They trade forearms back and forth until Alex hits Angelita with a knife-edge chop that sends her reeling back a bit before rebounding towards him with a discus elbow smash that rocks him. Alex stumbles into a corner and takes a moment to compose himself and as Angelita comes running back towards him, he darts out of the way and she crashes into the corner. Alex seizes the chance to scoot around to her back and hit her with a belly to back suplex. He quickly locks in a camel clutch on Angelita who screams out for her sister as she flails around. Kylie hops off the ring apron and looks like she’s about to put Angelita’s leg under the rope before she’s chased off by David. It’s only a few minutes later when Alex is the one screaming due to Angelita biting his hand hard, forcing him to release the hold. She scurries away, only to come back at him quickly with an enzui shining wizard. Angelita goes for a cover.

One…

Tw…

THRE...KICKOUT!

Angelita slams her fists into the mat in frustration before she heads over to tag in her twin sister. Kylie comes running into the match and takes a kneeling Alex down again with a dropkick. She argues with David who tries to take a swipe at her, and the distraction proves to be fruitful for Alex and David because when Kylie turns around, Alex hits her with a spinning heel kick, following it up with a saito suplex that gives him enough space to tag in David.

David makes a beeline for Kylie, hitting a jumping high kick that drops her down to one knee. He then pulls her up to her feet and whips her off towards the ropes. Angelita sneakily tags herself back into the match unbeknownst to everyone but the referee and as Kylie runs back at David, he hits her with The Ripper (lifting single underhook DDT). As he goes for a cover, Angelita runs over and instead hits him with La Chancla (inverted stomp facebreaker). Alex comes rushing in to help his tag team partner only to eat his own La Chancla. Angelita then takes the opportunity to lock in La Llorona (grapevine bridging inverted STF). David struggles against it for a few moments before finally tapping out just before Alex is able to break up the submission.

Torres: Here are your winners… Kylie Connelly and Angelita Henderson… THE CONNELLY TWINS!

Taj: Kylie and Angelita have avenged their loss to Alex and David from Legendary Thirteen.

America: I wonder if there is going to be a rubber match now.

We see our Tag Team Champions eating what seems to be pretty expensive food at a pretty expensive restaurant. Moonlight and Aurora are wearing formal dressing, with Aurora using a blue suit, and Moonlight using a dress that didn’t fit her too well, but Carnival is wearing her ring attire.

Carnival Master: Je suis la baguette.

Aurora Master: Une

Carnival Master: No, we’re not playing that.

There’s a pause in the conversation as they return to eating.

Moonlight Master: Are you sure we’re not going to get late to the match?

Aurora Master: Arena isn’t too far away and I got a car, what's the worst that can happen?

Nothing bad happened following this statement.

Moonlight Master: I guess that’s fair.

Carnival Master: So anyways, the Samson dude said on twitter that he challenged you guys so that if they win, they get to challenge you guys for the title and you accepted via my twitter account.

Aurora Master: You fucking what?!

Aurora and Moonlight grab their phones, Aurora with much more speed and anger than Moonlight.

Moonlight Master: “Suck it and lose anyways, fuckers”. Was what she said.

Aurora Master: Oh my fucking God, why can’t I access my twitter account?! Why did I give this a throwaway email? FUCK!

Moonlight Master: Why don’t you make a new one?

Aurora Master: Because I don’t want to make another throwaway email!

Carnival Master: I know that’s your entire character arc, but you really just refuse to learn from your mistakes, don’t you?

Aurora Master: One day I will stab you, and that day has been farther away than it is now.

Moonlight Master: What does it matter anyways? We aren’t going to the match with the intent to lose anyways.

Aurora stopped and let a sigh out.

Aurora Master: You’re right. They’re not going to win. We weren’t gonna let them anyways, it’s okay, let them play their little games.

Carnival Master: But seriously tho, if it was you, what would have you replied?

Aurora Master: Suck it and lose anyways, fuckers.

Carnival Master: That’s my sis!

Aurora Master: Now let’s eat for real. This is too expensive to let it get cold.

The scene fades to black.

We join Cain backstage who is sitting in a chair in his ring gear alone in the locker room. Cain rubbing his hands together with as he starts talking for the first time in what seems like forever.

Cain Velasquez: You know, I a lot of people have been wondering just where my head been at as of late and for good reason. I realize that I have been really a man of very few words for the last few months. While a lot of happened and changes took place. I know their is a lot of things I'm sure everyone would have expected me to speak out on them. Yet I didn't, and while my career seems to have started to flounder, while my few friends I have made damn near lost his life in my former tag team champions partner. I don't know, I feel maybe I let people down. I had to take a look in the mirror and start taking control of things again. Get myself back on track and be the guy I strived to be. I allowed myself to fall into something I never wanted to be but it ends now. It changes now. The guy everyone thought was going to be the face of this company by now starts getting back on track. It starts with you Leo Cook right here tonight. While you may think at this point that this match we have tonight at Legendary is going to be some walk in the park and many may think I have little chance of winning these days. Well I am here to show how wrong everyone is because I will out to prove myself again to everyone in ONE Wrestling Movement.

Cain pauses for a moment as he takes a deep breath as you can tell there is that fire in his eyes that may been missing in a while.

Cain Velasquez: You see, my goal hasn't changed. I still am seeking to one day become the World Champion of this company.  Now what happened is a good question to me. Maybe it was the fact that after spending most of the last year dealing with that former shareholder Ricky Stanton. To only watch him take his ball and go home without face me one on one like a man. Maybe it was the higher ups who could have at any given time book the said match to only have me face others and have Ricky face someone else.  I guess that just pissed me off a little. Now, I have taken that and using that as fuel to relight that flame and that means bad things for you Leo. Tonight on Legendary Leo, you going to see a different Cain than the one you all have been seeing. You will see again the Cain that stepped up to every challenge put in front of them. You will see the one that was main eventing show after show for a period of time. Simply put Leo, I am going to show you and remind everyone else just who I am and why they call me the pain maker. Leo I will see you in just a few moments.

Cain takes a deep breath as he stands up and walks off camera as you can hear the door slam hard off camera and the scene fades to black.

Singles Match
Leo Cook vs. “Pain Maker” Cain Dominguez

Leo and Cain glare at each other from across the ring before finally locking up in the center. After a bit, Leo scoots around Cain and locks his arms around Cain’s waist. But Cain is able to deliver a back elbow directly to Leo’s temple that causes him to release the hold and stumble back a few steps. Leo barely gets a chance to blink as Cain charges forward towards him, nailing a running big boot that sends Leo to the mat. Cain quickly goes for a cover, but Leo is able to kick out just after the two count. Leo tries to get up and away from Cain, but Cain grabs him by the back of the trunks to prevent that.

Using this strategy, Cain is able to nail a picturesque release German suplex. He then uses both hands to yank Leo up to his feet, quickly whipping him off into a corner and hitting a corner clothesline before Leo has a chance to react. Leo stumbles out of the corner and directly into The Torture Chamber (double arm DDT into guillotine choke). Leo fights back at the start but after Cain wrenches in more pressure, Leo is forced to tap out.

Torres: The winner of this match...Cain Dominquez!

Taj: Impressive win by Cain tonight.

America: He definitely needed it in order to kickstart his single career over again.

A scene pops up on the big screen, and the Paris crowd gives Mari Moon a warm response as they see her making her way through an arena hallway, camera guy in tow.

America: Here we go. It’s going to be yet another instance of our so-called correspondent enabling some meathead jaw jacking about how great they are.

Taj: Now, now. You're being a little hasty. I mean, sometimes this one can pull a little something interesting out of the 1WM roster. Why don't we just wait and see, huh?

As Mari turns a corner, America audibly groans at the commentary desk. The fans see Mari and her camera guy stop by a door in the middle of the hall and Mari clears her throat as she knocks confidently. The door is thrust open from the inside to reveal the petite Rei Park, dressed for her upcoming main event match with the addition of a wide, tooth bearing smile on her face. She bows towards Mari.

Rei Park: 안녕하세요! It’s nice to finally actually meet you.

She turns back inside the room, only to reappear with a shopping bag that’s clearly from a store in South Korea.

Rei Park: I brought you and Coda goodies back. Figured you would appreciate a little taste of home. Not sure when the last time you guys got to visit was.

Rei holds the red box of choco pies out with two hands, a common occurrence in Korean culture giving and receiving with two hands. Mari takes the bag and smiles ever so slightly. It was then that Rei noticed the camera.

Rei Park: Oh… you’re not here to chat chat.

Mari shakes her head slightly.

Mari Moon: Well, not fully. People want to know what your mindset is going into the match tonight with the Pride Of 1WM Championship on the line.

Rei sighs as she brushes a section of her hair out of her face.

Rei Park: I’m sure that people have been able to figure out from my Twitter activity that I’m confident. Nobody expected me to walk out with the title shot… but I did. Nobody is expecting me to walk out tonight with the action Pride of 1WM Championship either… most of all Jacob Striker… but I will.

Mari Moon: Well, that’s not true! I can’t speak for everybody, but I know that plenty of fans, myself included, believed The Seoul Queens could win against the formidable team of Arley & Striker at Glory 9.

Rei Park: Thank you! I believed I could too. And so I made sure I did. I, like my tag partner and friend Jenn Drew, was tired of living in the shadows and just floating around on the cards. So we took matters into our own hands and won our respective title shots. Though a certain “representative” whose clients were already eliminated has been going around calling me a Seoul Thug… your sister too. But I feel like because you, Coda, and I share something in common, she kind of became a target because she spoke up for me. Regardless, this match is huge for not only me but also the Pride of 1WM title. I think I’m the first female challenger, other than the inaugural battle royal, and I’m determined to become its first female, youngest and smallest champion.

A giggle escapes from Rei’s pinkish lips.

Mari Moon: I know it’s clicheé, but I have to ask. With all those groundbreaking achievements in mind, what does the Pride of 1WM title mean to you personally?

Rei takes a very brief moment to think, tapping her finger to her temple before the look of “aha!” comes across her face.

Rei Park: Sorry, I had to think about it, so my words didn’t come off… awkward. What the title means to me is that all the money my parents poured into my training, all the bullying I endured in training, all the bruises and nights I spent crying myself to sleep, wondering if I could do it or had what it takes… that it will all have been worth it. It will be the first jewel in my crown, sort of to speak. I’ve never been the type to win any award. This time is different because I am not the same woman that first signed with 1WM. I’ve quickly evolved into the poisonous snake I should’ve been since the very get-go… with a cute smile. I am cute yet deadly, after all.

Coda: Good. It will take a Queen Cobra to prevail against The Apocalypse.

Reika turns to see Coda standing behind her, smiling widely, delivering a small bow.

Rei Park: It’s nice to finally meet you. Please give that bi… give Justice and Brianna my regards in the form of a stiff right. It would be like giving Samson a big middle finger.

Coda visually appreciates how Reika didn’t curse and then bows casually.

Coda: That, I can do. I am sure Justice and Brianna will receive much more than one punch with Ursula by my side. It is you who has the difficult obstacle ahead, however. Have you forgotten Arley could not defeat Jacob in a one-on-one bout at Legendary 13?

Rei Park: No, I have not. But in all fairness, her brother was a bit off, and that might have been weighing JUST a little bit heavy on her mind. We don’t know the case there… but what we do know is that Jacob Striker is quite the self-centered prick who touts that he’s defeated Arley. Yes, he has… and so have I. I think he stands to lose a couple of pounds.

Rei ponders what she just said.

Rei Park: Yeesh, I am starting to sound like someone I don’t recognize. But no matter, whatever he has said has done nothing but make me push myself just that much more to shut him up and prove him wrong.

Coda: Confidence is nothing to be afraid of. As long as you show loyalty to those who matter and do your absolute best, you will always be the Reika who we call a friend.

Rei nods her head as her smile doesn’t seem to fade from her face. Mari smiles too, wrapping an arm around her sister’s shoulders.

Rei Park: 감사합니다. I’ve never been one who’s made friends easily. Heck, when I first came to 1WM I made enemies barely doing anything. I tend to find those who I have things in common with and latch on. I’m glad to find two great unnies such as yourselves.

Mari: Unnie?

Rei Park: Unnie… older sister. Since you’re both older than me I figured it was more fitting. Sorry, I tend to slip Korean or Japanese references in at weird places. Korean more so than Japanese.

The Pint-Sized Kaiju grins from ear to ear, then recites one of her favorite words with reverence and respect.

Coda: Family.

Then she bows once again and walks in the opposite direction. Mari more properly says goodbye to Reika before she comes chasing after her younger sister, leaving Park alone in the hallway.

Rei Park: Queen Cobra huh? Kind of like Cobra Commander… only better. Hmmm…

Rei purses her lips as she thinks about the nickname that had been bestowed upon her by Coda as the scene fades out.

Tag Team Match
Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach vs. Brianna Matthews and Justice Cross

Each team stands in their respective corners at the start of the match. Coda and Ursula turn their backs to Brianna and Justice, discussing their strategy before their opponents attempt to blind side them. But Ursula quickly turns around and smirks, causing Brianna and Justice to stop dead in their tracks before backing off and returning to their corner. Coda stays in the ring for her team as Justice does for her team and when the two meet in the center, it’s a clash for the ages! There’s a fury of blows from both competitors before Coda is able to fire off a short arm clothesline after blocking Justice’s forearm attempt and grabbing her wrist.

Coda pulls Justice back up to her feet, whipping her off into the ropes. As Justice comes rebounding back, Coda bends over and Justice launches herself over top for a sunset flip. Justice quickly pops back up to her feet and hits Coda with a step up enziguri as Coda turns around. Justice quickly goes for a cover but is pulled off by the ankle by Ursula just before the two count! Brianna looks as though she’s gonna come in and interject, but rethinks it when Ursula takes a few steps towards her. Justice gets up to her feet and starts arguing with Ursula, only to be floored by a roundhouse kick out of nowhere. The referee shoos Ursula back to her corner and both her and Brianna stretch their arms out as their respective partners slowly crawl in their directions.

Taj: The sheer size of Ursula seems to be throwing Brianna and Justice off their game.

America: Do you blame them?!

Justice tags in Brianna first and Brianna runs towards Coda to stop her from tagging in Ursula. And she’s successful, pulling Coda back to the ring’s center before yanking her up to her feet. Using the ropes for added leverage, Brianna hits Coda with a tilt-a-whirl headscissor takedown that sends her flying towards her corner. This is the opening that Coda needed to tag in Ursula who comes powering into the match, taking Brianna out with a power clothesline!

Justice tries distracting Ursula, but Ursula wrenches her arm back with a wrist lock, causing Justice to scream in pain. But this distraction does prove to be fruitful in a sense because Brianna is able to get up to her feet and charges Ursula, catching her off guard and hitting her with a Lou Thesz press as Ursula turns around. Brianna then starts raining down a series of minted punches, but Ursula is able to block them before she powers out and pushes Brianna off of her. Brianna doesn’t slow up and hits a leg feed enziguri once Ursula’s back up to her feet, but it only brings Ursula down to a knee and when Brianna comes forward again, Ursula pops up to her feet and hits Brianna with a scoop and running powerslam!

Taj: The entire ring shook from that powerslam!

America: Way to sell it, Taj...

Ursula then hoists Brianna up above her head in a gorilla press, holding her up high before Justice comes in and dropkicks Ursula, causing her to drop Brianna. Coda comes running in and charges Justice with Sonata Knee (running high knee to the head)! Coda then turns her attention to Brianna who’s leaning against the ropes, hitting her with Symphonic Elbow (running spinning back elbow)! Coda quickly gets out of the ring before Ursula covers Brianna for the win.

Torres: The winners of this match...Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach!

We go to the back where Griffin Hawkins is sitting on the floor of his locker room, decked in black leather pants and a Black Sabbath "Master Of Reality" T-Shirt. He begins speaking to the camera man.

Griffin Hawkins: Everyone has something to fight for. Some for money...some for power...some for glory. We all have a dream...something to achieve. Mine...it's to become the World Heavyweight Champion once again. When I got here I had people like Solomon Monster look down at me as if he is superior..throwing the term "Young Pup" around a billion times because he's not original enough to come up with something else...thinking he was going to just so easily destroy me. On top of it I had Ricky Stanton act as if he was better than me just because he looked good. When the time came, I beat the both of them and showed them that I am the real deal. It's that victory that got people in here to take notice. I want the World Heavyweight Title and I don't care who holds it...even if its someone who I go way back with.

He strokes his chin.

Griffin Hawkins: Honestly Jenn...that Battle Royal went down the way I pictured it would..down to us. Hell, we even worked as a team and eliminated Samson's ass kissing yes men together which brought it down to just us. And on that night...you eliminated me. I don't like it..but that's how the game is played. And now we are fighting one on one. No titles on the line..just the two of the hottest commodities in 1WM going one on one for the people who paid to see us. And honestly, I look very forward to it.

He cracks his neck a little before continuing on.

Griffin Hawkins: I'm gonna shoot straight with you Jenn...the higher ups don't want you to become World Champion..it's true, they don't. Want to know how I know? It's because they don't want me to be World Champion either. They don't want us in the main event scene....Joshua Samson would rather one of his hand chosen favorites be in this instead. He would much rather have them be handed the key to the city without ever earning it. Where we come from...you don't demand to be given something, you earn it. It doesn't matter how many excuses Bianca or Samson or the Enforcer try and make up...you earned that number one contendership fair and square...just like I am looking to earn something myself.

He looks straight at the camera.

Griffin Hawkins: A victory over you would definitely put me in conversation for a 1WM World Title shot down the line. Unlike all these Johnny Come Lately's on Social Media who think just because they held gold a million times in some company they politicked it into the ground that they should be handed a title shot just like that...I'm not them. I'm looking to earn my opportunity..and a victory over the number one contender may just be the feather in the cap that I need. I respect you Jenn, you and me go way back..and I am thankful for the times we've shared...but business is business...and somebody's gonna get rocked.

He gets up and walks away as the scene fades elsewhere.

We open up backstage in the hallway. We see Jenn Drew doing some last minute stretches as she’s getting ready for her match tonight. She finishes up and finds a seat on one of the production crates and looks around before noticing the camera on her.

Jenn Drew: Paris, France, the city of romance, that is the backdrop to the next chapter in my rise up the ranks here in One Wrestle. Tonight, I step into that ring with a man I haven’t had the pleasure of facing in both of our long careers. Sure, we both know each other, I’d even possibly consider him a friend in most instances. Griff, I know you have aspirations of becoming the One Wrestle Champion one day, and what better way to position yourself than to get a win over the current number one contender, right?

Jenn chuckles and flashes a quick little grin as she continues to sit there on the crate.

Jenn Drew: Griff, I know that you know beating me puts you right up there in line for a shot at the title whether or not I win the title or not. I hate to break it to you though, buddy, that’s not happening tonight. You truly are one of the best to ever lace up the boots though, I won’t deny that one. You’re a multiple time world champion and have held countless other championships throughout your career. I’ve won my share too, but there’s one title that has eluded me throughout the years and that’s the top prize in any company I’ve worked for. Hell, I’ve never really sniffed the top of the mountain before. I’m in new territory career wise, but it’s where I always knew I belonged.

Griffin, you’re a top competitor, one who knows what it takes to become a world champion. You and my cousin, you two have done battle, but you and I, this is a first and I am very much looking forward to it. Tonight though, Griff, I won’t let myself be your stepping stone here in One Wrestle. I know you said that you don’t look me as such, but deep down, we both know you do. We both know that beating me gets you one step closer to your goal, that’s a stepping stone. I can’t allow that to happen, not right now anyway. I’ve come too far in the last few months here in One Wrestle to allow you to derail me and derail everything the Seoul Queens have been working towards.

Jenn hops down off the crate and begins to pace around just a little bit, a devious little grin coming across her face.

Jenn Drew: Speaking of Seoul Queens, my sister from another mister, Rei Park is going to war tonight for the Pride of One Wrestle Championship. Now, while I have all the confidence in the world that she’s going to be walking out with that gold tonight and we will be celebrating with champagne at the end of the night, but there’s one little piece that I do need to address. Samson and his little bitchy little vendetta against Rei and myself. He practically told the entire world that he was going to screw us out of our titles. He has some sort of little grudge against us because his clients couldn’t get the job done when it mattered the most. He’s got his knickers in a knot because Rei and I took advantage of the situations we were presented with and moved onto bigger and better things while you’re stuck in the past.

Samson, you want to play games? You’re playing checkers with someone who’s playing chess. I’m smarter than you, better than you, and I’m just going to be two steps ahead of you. Just know that no matter what you’re thinking of doing, it’s not going to work. Tonight, Rei walks out with her piece of the gold and when my time comes, I’ll be walking out with mine. Ta ta for now.

Jenn blows a kiss to the camera, winking at it before she walks off down the hall and around the corner, disappearing from sight.

Singles Match
Griffin Hawkins vs. Jenn Drew

Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!

”Wild Child” by W.A.S.P plays as Griffin Hawkins makes down to the ring.

“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way to the ring.

Griffin and Jenn Drew stare at each other from opposite ends of the ring as the bell sounds, signaling the start of the match.

DING DING DING!!!

Jenn runs at Griffin, leaping up into the air. Griffin catches her and runs forward, driving her straight into the corner. Griffin hits her with a shoulder thrust in the corner, and then a second one! Griffin goes for a third one, but the Number One Contender to the World Heavyweight Championship hops over him and maneuvers out onto the apron. Griffin goes for a right hand, but Jenn blocks it and responds with a kick to the side of the head. Griffin staggers back, but quickly runs at Jenn and baseball slides underneath Jenn’s legs to the outside of the ring. Griffin grabs Jenn’s legs and pulls her off the apron, dropping her face first onto the side of the ring!

Taj: Griffin coming out full throttle against Jenn.

America: As much I don’t particularly care for the Jukebox Hero, I must admit that the guy can wrestle. His dreams of becoming the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, not so much.

Griffin quickly climbs back up onto the apron and waits for Jenn to get up. When she does, Griffin dives off the apron, hitting her with a somersault plancha! Griffin picks Jenn up and tosses her back in the ring. Griffin rolls back in as Jenn gets back to her feet. Griffin kicks Jenn in the stomach and sets her up for a suplex, but Jenn slips behind Griffin. Jenn pushes Griffin into the ropes and tries to roll him up, but Griffin hangs onto the ropes. Jenn rolls backwards and to her feet, right into a knee from Griffin! Griffin goes for a cover.

One...

Tw...kicks out!

America: So, Taj, what happens if Griffin defeats Jenn in this match? Does he by default become the Number One Contender for Arley’s belt?

Taj: That’s not quite how it works, America. But it will be a serious conundrum if Griffin does manage to do so.

Jenn Drew pushes away from Griffin. Jenn nails Griffin in the midsection with a punch, and then a second one, causing him to double over. Jenn hops up on the turnbuckle second rope before leaping off and taking Griffin down with a missile dropkick! As Griffin gets back to his feet, Jenn runs at him and takes him down with a clothesline! Jenn whips Griffin into the ropes and hits him with a chop on the rebound!

Crowd: WOOO!

Griffin clutches his chest, but chops Jenn right back, the force knocking her down to the mat!

Crowd: WOOO!

As soon as Jenn gets back up, Griffin chops him across the chest a second time.

Crowd: WOOOO!

Griffin whips Jenn across the ring. Jenn bounces off the ropes and Griffin tosses her over his head with a back body drop! Jenn immediately rolls out of the ring, holding her back. The frustration is clear on her face as she gets to her feet. Before Jenn can do anything however, Griffin dives out of the ring, catching Jenn with a suicide dive! Jenn falls backwards into the barricade as the crowd cheers. Griffin lifts Jenn up again and rolls her back into the ring.

Taj: Griffin and Jenn have both made it clear that although they are good friends all that is out the window for this match!

Griffin follows Jenn back into the ring and goes to grab her head, but Jenn pushes Griffin off. Griffin goes to grab her again, but Jenn pushes him off a second time. Griffin bounces against the ropes and Jenn drops down to the mat. Griffin leaps over Jenn and bounces off the ropes. Jenn goes for a dropkick, but Griffin swats the attempt away. Jenn gets back to her feet and Griffin hits her with a running enzuigiri!

Griffin takes a couple of steps back and goes for a standing shooting star press, but Jenn is able to move out of the way. However, Griffin somehow manages to anticipate this, landing on his feet. Griffin runs at a rising Jenn for a boot, but Jenn ducks underneath and tries to roll up Griffin. Hawkins rolls through and goes for a running knee. Jenn drops down to the mat and rolls to her feet. Griffin stumbles a bit. Jenn catches him and executes a German suplex! She bridges into a cover.

One...

Two...Griffin kicks out!

Taj: Griffin not out of this one yet!

Jenn blasts Griffin with a right hand as he gets to his feet. She nails him with a second one, knocking Griffin backwards. Jenn runs at the ropes and goes for a running elbow smash, but Griffin stops it and hits her with a STO backbreaker!

America: Now that is going to hurt in the morning!

Griffin climbs to the top rope, waiting for Jenn Drew to get up. Griffin dives off the top rope, but Jenn sidesteps. Fortunately for Griffin, he tucks, rolls, and gets back to his feet. Griffin runs at Jenn, looking for a clothesline, but Jenn ducks and Griffin bounces off the ropes. Jenn hunches over, but Griffin leaps on top of her, setting her up and slamming her to the mat with a sunset flip powerbomb!

Jenn grasps Griffin’s head as he staggers to his feet. She staggers with a run at Griffin, looking for a clothesline. Griffin ducks underneath and grabs Jenn by the head and drives her to the mat with a neckbreaker! Griffin gets to his feet, takes a step forward, and hits Jenn with a standing shooting star press! Griffin goes for the cover.

One...

Two...Jenn kicks out!

Taj: Jenn showing why she is the next in line for a shot at the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship currently held by Arley Kirk!

Griffin drags Jenn up by the head and knees her in the stomach. He drags her over to the corner and lifts her up onto the top turnbuckle. Griffin hits Jenn with a right hand, then a second, then a third, causing Jenn to rear her head backward. Griffin climbs to the second rope, trying to grab a hold on Jenn, who hits him with a sharp headbutt!

Taj: Both Jenn and Griffin are in the high rent district!

America: And rent is almost due!

Jenn grabs Griffin by the head and blasts him with a second headbutt! Griffin falls backwards to the mat, going immediately to climb to his feet. Jenn steadies herself onto the top rope and then dives off looking for a knee to the face. Griffin rolls out of the way and Jenn crashes to the mat! Griffin sees an opening, scrambles to the top turnbuckle, and leaps off to hit his Holy Diver (Swanton Bomb)! Griffin covers and hooks the legs.

One...

Two...

THREE!

Torres: Here is your winner...Griffin Hawkins!

Taj: I’d have to consider this a MAJOR upset on the part of Griffin! He has gained a pinfall victory over the Number One Contender to the Heavyweight Championship, Jenn Drew!

America: So...so...what happens now? Who gets the next opportunity at the World title?!

Taj: I honestly have no idea. We’re just going to have to wait and see what the front office declares.

Griffin holds his arms in the air in celebration before stepping out of the ring and making his way to the back. He gets halfway up the ramp when suddenly, a young man charges down the ramp. Griffin notices him, but not in time to avoid being sent to the floor via a running enziguri!

Taj: That’s Fernando de la Fe Junior!

America: Who?

Taj: The young man that seemingly came out of the blue on social media to engage in “lively” banter with Griffin for the past few days and siding with The Headhunters.

America: Oh...him...

Somewhat groggy from the impact, Griffin tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Fernando grabs a chair and waits until Griffin is standing. He then charges forward and blasts the Jukebox Hero in the head with it!

Taj: I didn't see any of this coming!

America: I’m glad it did though!

Fernando drops the chair to the ground and stands over the busted open barely conscious Griffin, yelling down at him in Spanish before heading to the back.

Streaming LIVE MARCH 15th 2021

The Zero Tron switches over to a feed being delivered straight from Tokyo, Japan. In the view, Ya Girl Q is seen standing in front of a screen wearing a floral dress. Displayed behind her is a series of belts on a mantle: the JET Tag Team Championship, the now defunct RCW Artemis Championship and her prized YGQ Interregional Tri-State Unified World Title. Arrogantly, Q addresses the masses.

Q: I would like to begin by saying you’re welcome. I just tweeted out that I was to be appearing at this moment and I’m most assured your streaming numbers have quadrupled each moment that I am on your screen. I’m sure you all are wondering just what the sitch is right now between 1WM and myself. That’s what the cool kids are saying nowadays, right? Sitch instead of situation. If not, there you go. Yet another gift I’ve given you all. Anyways, let’s get right down to the point of why I’ve gathered you all here today. I know when the Legendary 14 card went out and I was missing from the card you all were completely devastated. Where is our beloved Q? She makes our shows so much better when she graces us with her presence. Some of you even cried and for that you’re welcome. It’s good to have a nice healthy cry every once in a while. I’m of course referencing the likes of your champion, Arley Kirk, that big bitch, Ursula Von something or other and that big blubbering baby, Solomon Monster. Okay, maybe that one was a bit pathetic. I mean, come on. You’re like six foot eighteen inches and nine thousand pounds. Curled up in a feeble position balling just doesn’t suit you. Oh, and I probably wouldn’t go fact checking any of that because it’s their word against mine and well if you believe it in your mind, it must be real.

Ya Girl Q raises an eyebrow to the camera and flashes the faintest smirk.

Q: You see me being left off the card is of no fault of my own. 1WM are the menace here. My contract was up, all they had to do was add in a few additional amendments and bam. I would have signed on right away but THEY were being greedy. Can you believe they said I couldn’t bring M&M with me to the shows? Something about international travel and the fact that my precious little Liliger was getting to be too big. I mean, what kind of company doesn’t allow someone to bring their emotional support animal with them? Here I am in 1WM left all alone. Mr. Stanton isn’t around. 1WM made sure that SE wouldn’t be around. What’s a young beautiful girl to do when the company lets the inmates run the show? How many times over the past year have I been attacked after a match? How many times have people inserted themselves into my matches and laid me out? These are unsafe work conditions and I fear for my safety. When I sign that dotted line I would like certain sureties that I will not be touched by the peasants for any rhyme or reason outside of my designated match and designated opponent. Is that too much to ask?

Ya Girl Q throws her hands up in the air and shakes her head.

Q: That’s when I got to thinking. 1WM will NEVER agree to my terms because they are too “outlandish”. Whatever that means. I will give you the fact that you’re not allowing me to bring M&M with me anymore. It hurts me dearly. I’m going to be without my emotional support animal. So, I’m going to do one better. I’m signing my 1WM contract today and you will see me at the next show but I won’t be alone. No, instead, I will be with my emotional support monster. Oh, don’t believe in monsters? Don’t be silly. Monsters are real and they are my friend. Welcome my new “manager” to the team 1WM. You can’t keep the inmates in check then I’ll just have to do it on my own. See you soon my loves.

As Ya Girl Q blows a kiss to the camera a large man appears behind her. Clad in warrior attire, the man stands almost two feet taller than Q and is wearing a giant black bull mask. At least, we believe it’s a mask. Q insists that he’s indeed a monster. The large man lets out a loud grunt before pushing the camera away.

Taj: Ohmigoodness! Did you see the size of that creature next to Q?!

America: How could I have missed him? That thing took up the entire screen!

Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Rei Park vs. “Straight Shooter” Jacob Striker

Torres: The following match is for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT!

The upbeat tempo of “불타오르네 (Fire)” by BTS begins to play throughout the arena’s sound system as the beat and the anticipation builds.

불타오르네

When the words “fire fire fire fire“ start resonating throughout, Rei Park bursts out from behind the curtain as fiery colored lights flash around the stage. She is exuding confidence, evident by the huge smile on her face as she holds her arms out to her side, bent at the elbow. When she reaches the top of the stage, she slowly pushes her hands out forward before a quick flick of the wrist down and up. She jumps up and her legs go out, hands slowly but quickly moving up her torso before her right hand goes out in front of her and she waves her pointer finger in a no motion before bringing it and her legs in together, knees bent as she gives a quick shake of the hip.

As J-Hope’s part of the first verse begins, Rei makes her way down towards the ring. Her arms remain at her side but swing freely as she prances down. Upon reaching the ring as the chorus begins, she hops onto the ring apron, knees down and arms spread across the rope before slowly getting up. She hits a pose with a smile before stepping into the ropes.

불타오르네

She quickly climbs a turnbuckle and hits the stage pose again, holding it for a few moments before hopping down, waiting off to the side as she listens to her entrance music fade out, being replaced by the thunderous cheering of fans.

Torres: Introducing first, from Seoul, South Korea….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds...standing at a height of five feet three inches….representing one-half of the Seoul Queens... she is REIIIII PARRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: This young woman has one hell of an opportunity tonight…

America: She just needs to beat one of the toughest men in 1WM! No big deal, right?

"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 from Sleepy Hollow, New York...weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of six feet even...he is the current, reigning, and defending Pride of 1WM Champion...he is the Straight Shooter...JACOOOBBBBB STRIKEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

Taj: This man is just...scary…

America: Have you heard anyone who’s stepped in the ring with him say anything negative about him? You might not like him, but you WILL respect him!

Jacob continues to sit in his corner of the ring, practically daring Rei to take the first shot. The referee asks him if he wants to stand, but Jacob shakes his head. The referee then calls for the bell as the match is officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Rei continues to stare at Jacob as the Pride Champ once again asks that she go and take the first shot.

Taj: Jacob is insane…

America: You don’t say…

Rei finally steps across the ring and begins to stomp away on Jacob in the corner. Stomp after stomp connects with the Pride Champion, who laughs hysterically as Rei tries to hurt him. Jacob finally grabs hold of the ropes and pulls himself back up to his feet. He hits Rei with a vicious slap to the face that echoes throughout the arena! Jacob connects with a second for good measure as Rei stumbles back. Rei tries to fight back, but Jacob cuts her off with a spinning elbow shot! Jacob then smirks as he locks Rei into a half nelson. Rei tries to fight her way out of it, but not before Jacob lifts her into the air and delivers a knee strike! Rei rolls out of the way as Jacob drops to his knees and smirks---practically stalking his prey.

Taj: I don’t think this was the start that Rei was hoping for?

America: Can you imagine Jacob LETTING YOU get the first few shots in and being in this position?

Rei struggles to pull herself back up to her feet as Jacob runs and drives his knee into Rei’s ribs. Rei doubles over in pain before Jacob hoists her into the air and delivers a pumphandle neckbreaker! The fans boo Jacob as he stands over Rei and waits for the Seoul Queen to start bringing herself back up to her feet. Once Rei is standing, Jacob charges and hits Rei in the mouth with a spinning backfist! Rei drops to a knee as Jacob smirks. He bounces off of the ropes to build up speed---only to have Rei throw herself at Jacob and deliver a huge clothesline! Jacob staggers back up to his feet, only to walk into a dropkick that sends him crashing into the corner!

Taj: That was a BIG clothesline! Rei is beginning to build a bit of momentum in this one!

America: If Rei can keep this up, she might be fine!

Rei charges forward and tries to deliver a clothesline in the corner---only to have Jacob step out of the way. Rei crashes into the turnbuckle and stumbles. Jacob grabs her and snaps off a high-angle sitout powerbomb! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!!

Taj: That was so close!

Smirking, Jacob looks at Rei. He waits for her to begin dragging herself back up to her feet before running forward and trying to send the challenger to the mat with a Mafia kick! Rei ducks out of the way at the last possible second! Jacob’s knee buckles and Rei grabs and lifts Jacob into the air, delivering a knee breaker! Rei sees an opening and kicks Jacob in the ribs. She then grabs his head and uses the ropes to her advantage, delivering a jumping implant DDT into a cover.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!!

Taj: Rei is beginning to pull away!

America: Don’t count Jacob out just yet!

Rei brings herself over to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up to the top. She takes a deep breath and steadies herself before leaping off and trying to hit Jacob with a rounding moonsault! Jacob rolls out of the way just in time sending Rei crashing to the mat instead! This time, Jacob pulls himself up to his feet and delivers a perfectly timed The Last Surprise (slingblade)! He covers.

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!!

Taj: I don’t know who’s going to win this…

America: I don’t know if anyone does, but this is fun to watch!

Jacob waits for Rei to bring herself back up to her feet. Rei groggily does so, seemingly no idea where she’s at after the stomp to the mat! Once she’s up, Jacob runs forward to deliver a Satoshi Kojima-style Lariat! Rei sees it coming and uses Jacob’s momentum to throw him into the nearest turnbuckle! Unseen by anyone in the ring, Justice Cross hops over the guardrail and brains Jacob with a devastating chairshot!

Taj: WHERE IN THE WORLD DID JUSTICE CROSS COME FROM?!

America: DAMN WHERE SHE CAME FROM? AND WHY DID SHE JUST ATTACK JACOB CROSS WHEN SHE SHOULD HAVE ATTACKED REI?!

Justice just as quickly jumps back over the guardrail and into the cheering crowd. Jacob staggers from the impact of the chairshot. Not seeing the interference by Justice, Rei snaps off her Snake Eyes (kaio kick)! The fans start to cheer as Rei hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this match AND NEW Pride of 1WM Champion…Rei Parker!!!

America: I can’t believe it!

Taj: Talk about a big win! But the mystery remains on why Justice, the sworn enemy of Rei, basically assisted her in the win?

America: I can only guess but I’m thinking the road to the Pride of 1WM Championship is easier if Rei is holding the title versus Jacob.

The cameras are back in the medical locker room where Sandra Rose is getting fitted for an arm sling. The medical trainer gingerly tightens the strap with a final instruction and inquiry.

Medical Trainer: The bruising on your arm will go away in a week or so if you put this salve on it, Ms. Rose. But I’m concerned about your elbow. Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital and have it x-rayed? A dislocation is possible.

Sandra shakes her head as she grimaces slightly.

Sandra Rose: I’ll be fine. I’ve had worse with my sisters. Any word on Erick’s condition?

The medical trainer just frowns and shakes her head.

Medical Trainer: The doctor is still checking him out last I heard.

Sandra has a worried look on her face.

Sandra Rose: I’m going to go check on him.

Medical Trainer: Be careful, Sandra. Solomon is still out there.

Sandra heads back out to the show production area behind the main stage. Solomon is sitting on a large crate waiting for her. A vile smirk is on his face as he hops off to meet her. She keeps her distance.

Solomon Monster: I figured you’d come out of hiding eventually… what’s your name again? Oh yes, little Rose.

Solomon toys with her a bit as he pretends to move towards her.

Solomon Monster: So how about we talk about the Kali Kartel’s future travel arrangements for the rest of the tour?

Sandra points a defiant finger at him.

Sandra Rose: Stay the FUCK away from me!

This only entices Solomon more.

Solomon Monster: Aww… are you scared of little ol’ me with your knight in shining armor incapacitated? That’s what happens when you cross the Professor of Hard Knocks 101!

Solomon laughs as he slowly gets closer to Sandra, still toying with her. A voice interrupts the tension.

Voice: WE… AREN’T… FINISHED!

Solomon turns around and Erick St. John stands there with his ribs bandaged up. There is still blood on his chin and his eyes are practically on fire as he raises his fists again.

Solomon Monster: Well hell…!

Solomon grins slightly as he stands looking back at ESJ with his hands on his hips.

Erick St. John: Hardknocks… 101, right?

ESJ streaks forward and Solomon pounces! Solomon goes after Erick’s ribs with a spear BUT Erick leap frogs over him and Solomon runs headfirst into some travel crates and boxes! Solomon pulls himself out of the rubble and turns around to see ESJ grabbing a steel chair. He looks around and quickly finds a loose steel pipe. They rush each other like a couple of battering rams on a collision course! ESJ connects with a homerun swing of the chair on Solomon’s head that instantly busts him open! Solomon also connects with his swing into ESJ’s bandaged ribs. Both men recoil in pain due to their injuries.

The two men ready themselves for another clash when they are interrupted as Sandra leads a group of security officers that gets between them. It only halts the two combatants for a moment before they go after each other. The security team keeps the men apart as they yell at each other.

Solomon Monster: We’re not done, St. John!

Erick St. John: To the death!

Security pushes them farther and farther apart as blood runs down Solomon’s face and ESJ holds his ribs. The shot pans back as Solomon is led to another part of the building. ESJ drops to one knee and clenches his side. Sandra checks on him.

Sandra Rose: Are you okay?

Erick St. John: I’ll live.

Sandra Rose: Thank you for having my back.

Erick St. John: Anytime.

Sandra Rose: I owe you one.

Erick smirks before wincing in pain. Sandra gives ESJ a peck on the lips before helping him up.

Sandra Rose: Let’s get you back to the doctor.

1WM Tag Team Championship Match: Non Title Match
Enforcer and “Queen Bee” Bianca Davis vs. The Master Sisters (Moonlight and Aurora Master)

Torres: The following is a NON-TITLE 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!!

”Natural Born Killaz” by Ice Cube & Dr. Dre plays as “Enforcer” Anthony Cross makes it out from backstage. He stops at the top of the ramp. ”Bad Bitch” by Babe Rehxa plays as Bianca Davis makes her way out from backstage. She nods to her partner Anthony Cross, who nods back. Joshua Samson, Esq quietly comes out after before the threesome walk down to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring first with THE Executive Representative, Joshua Samson, Esquire….they are ENFORCEEEERRRRRRR and BIANCAAAA DAVIIIIISSSSSSS!!!!!

Taj: Joshua has stated that if his clients win tonight they should automatically receive a Tag Team Championship match.

America: Well it only makes sense, right?

”Love is a Parasite” by Blanck Mass plays as Moonlight and Aurora Master make their way down the ramp.

Torres: Coming from London, United Kingdom….they are the current, reigning, and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions….they are Moonlight and Aurora...THE MASTEEERRR SISTEEEERRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: I’m honestly not sure how serious the Master Sisters have been taking this match. Enforcer and Bianca are very capable of defeating them tonight.

America: You might be right, Taj. They haven’t really said much leading up to the match.

Before the match can begin, Joshua Samson walks to the center of the ring with a microphone in hand. The crowd lets him verbally have it with their jeers.

Joshua Samson, ESQ: You plebs should know by now that I live for your boos. Now simmer down because I have an announcement. Since the mighty Master Sisters are too scared to put their championship on the line, I petitioned that there be a change to this evening's match. Tonight's match will be a No Disqualification match!

The crowd in Paris goes wild as Enforcer and Bianca both smile. Aurora and Moonlight look at each and grin mischievously. Samson makes his way out of the ring to stand on the floor in his clients corner.

Taj: What an announcement!

America: Joshua stated he had a surprise in store for the match. Now you really have to think that Enforcer and Bianca have a higher probability of walking out of this match with a victory over the Moonlight and Aurora.

DING DING DING!!!

Enforcer and Bianca instantly hit Aurora and Moonlight with matching clotheslines. They carry on through and hit the ropes, bouncing off, and connecting with another set of matching clotheslines after Aurora and Moonlight get to their feet, sending their opponents down a second time. Enforcer kicks Aurora in the ribs. Bianca drops Moonlight's face on her knee.

Taj: It looks like the Samson Family are coming out of the gate strong. No surprise there.

America: You're such a nerd, you know that?

As Moonlight and Aurora try to regain their footing, Enforcer and Bianca have backed off, standing in adjacent corners with their arms folded across their chests. They look at each other and nod before taking off again searching for some clotheslines. Aurora and Moonlight meet that challenge with Aurora snapping off a quick but effective standing dropkick on Anthony Cross and Moonlight hitting a massive clothesline of her own on Bianca.

Taj: But the Tag Team Champions came to fight too!

America: Now we're talking.

As Enforcer shakes off the blow and his partner does the same, Moonlight takes advantage of the situation and tosses Enforcer out of the ring. She kicks Bianca in the gut before she and Aurora plant Bianca on the mat hard with a double DDT.

Enforcer climbs back in and calls out to the sisters. They both stop laying the boots to Bianca and turn to focus on him. He motions for them to bring it and they do. Enforcer tosses Aurora to the side with one arm. He reaches in and grabs Moonlight with a bearhug. Moonlight grins and bends backward, lifting Enforcer up in the air. Enforcer squeezes harder and it doesn't seem to faze Moonlight. Enforcer tightens his grip and squeezes harder. Moonlight gasps as the air is forced out of her. Enforcer drops her to the ground, only to turn around and get hit in the face with the chair that Aurora took from outside of the ring. Enforcer drops down to one knee, his ears ringing.

Taj: Remember folks watching at home that this match’s stipulation was changed to a No Disqualification match.

Aurora charges at Enforcer again with the chair, only this time Enforcer punches it, causing it to fire back at Aurora and bounces off her forehead. She drops to the mat. Enforcer turns his attention back to Moonlight as Bianca climbs back to her feet.

Taj: Anthony was able to take on both his opponents at once and now Bianca is back up to help him.

America: Don't act like this isn’t a good thing,...these two “champions” should be forced to defend their titles.

Taj: So much for being impartial, huh?

America: Im-par-shal? What does impartial mean?

Bianca takes the lead and pulls Moonlight to her feet. Moonlight struggles and soon the two are grappling. Bianca tries to toss the very large woman, but Moonlight is able to resist. She shifts her weight and ends up driving Bianca to the mat with a sidewalk slam. Enforcer rushes in but Moonlight catches him by the throat! She hoists him up and runs her thumb across her own neck before chokeslamming Anthony Cross!

Taj: Wow, I've never seen someone manhandle Enforcer like that!

America: Moonlight's a specimen indeed!

Bianca gets back to her feet and blindsides Moonlight with a big dropkick. Aurora Master rolls out of the ring and reaches under the apron, pulling out two batons. She smacks them together before rolling back into the ring. She runs at Bianca, striking her in the knee with a baton! Bianca goes down on one knee and Aurora connects with the other baton to her face!

Enforcer is back up and rushes at Aurora. She pokes him in the chest with the tip of one baton that causes him to stagger back. Aurora then connects with the other one down onto his shoulder. Enforcer falls in pain. Aurora catches him in a Fujiwara armbar on the way down.

Taj: Aurora is looking deadly with those batons.

America: She wore Enforcer down.

Enforcer grimaces in pain but he doesn't give any indication he is willing to submit, so Aurora Master releases the hold. Enforcer gets back to his feet and rubs his shoulder. Bianca is now also standing, rubbing his jaw. The Paris crowd erupts as the four competitors now stand at a stalemate in the ring. Aurora tosses down the batons and puts up her fists, Moonlight snarls at her opponents. Enforcer and Moonlight square off before they lock-up. Anthony Cross lifts Moonlight over his head in a military press. He holds her in the air for a moment as the crowd cheers wildly.

Taj: Unbelievable show of strength by Enforcer!

America: What I can't believe is that people aren't tired of talking about how strong Anthony Cross is.

Enforcer slams Moonlight to the mat with a huge bodyslam. Aurora sees this and tries to dart out of the ring. Bianca catches her by the waistband of her trunks and pulls her back in, but not before she can get a hold of a ring wrench resting at ringside. She turns around and drives it into Bianca's stomach causing her to double over. Aurora lifts the hammer and brings it down on Bianca's skull, knocking her out cold! Unaware, Enforcer covers Moonlight.

One...

Two...Aurora breaks up the cover with an elbow drop.

Enforcer pounds on the mat in frustration, sitting up but eating a standing dropkick from the Aurora. Aurora covers.

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

Anthony Cross tosses her off and she lands on her feet. Enforcer takes off from a three point stance and levels Aurora with a clothesline. Moonlight rouses and gets back to her feet. She tosses the still unconscious Bianca out of the ring. Aurora gets back to her feet as Moonlight and Enforcer are now locked up. She runs up behind him and hits Enforcer with a low blow!

America: C'mon! This isn't right!

Taj: The rules allow it, America.

Moonlight lifts Enforcer up and drives him to the mat with a vicious Masterpiece (Fireman's Carry Cutter)! Aurora drops down and covers.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Moonlight and Aurora Master….the Master Sisters!

Aurora and Moonlight waste no time hopping out of the ring. Samson is beside him with anger as Anthony Cross sits up starting daggers into them. The Tag Team Champions make their way toward the backstage area. Enforcer has a look of anger and disappointment plastered on his face. Bianca is just beginning to regain consciousness on the other side of the ring floor.

Taj: Aurora and Moonlight were able to secure a victory tonight, but from the looks of it… things are far from over between these four.

America: This is some bullcrap!

Shaking his head in disappointment, Samson turns and begins walking up the ramp alone.

The World Domination International Tour Continues



Live from Rogers Arena in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Streaming March 31, 2021

1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match: Non Title Match:
Solomon Monster vs. “Suicide Blonde” Arley

Torres: The following is a NON-TITLE 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!!

"Godzilla" by Eminem hits the arena sound system as Solomon Monster appears at the top of the ramp, looking particularly cranky. He shakes his head and makes his way down the ramp.

Torres: Introducing first, hailing from Compton, California….weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches...he is SOLOMOOONNN MONSTEEEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taj: This man promised us that he'd hurt Arley Kirk tonight...

America: I see no reason to doubt him!

"Global Domination" hits the system and there is a loud POP as Arley Kirk appears atop the Tron, black fuzzy LED angel wings on her back. Arley rips open a juice box and skolls it before slamming the empty carton on her forehead several times and getting another POP as she slides down to the ramp and makes her way down it, stopping for quick hugs and high fives and photos.

Torres: From Lake Fenton, MI. Weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is one half of Kawaii Trash Pandas GO, she is the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...this is "The suicide blonde", Arley Kirk!

Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades.

Taj: Arley has been on a bit of a losing streak but with her record against nearly all the roster in Year One it’s never a safe bet to bet against her.

America: Yeah but Solomon isn't everyone else on the roster!

The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Almost immediately, Solomon practically dares Arley Kirk to come after him. Arley takes a deep breath before charging forward. She hits Solomon in the mouth with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third! Blow after blow connects as Solomon barely flinches.

Taj: Arley is putting her all into those forearm smashes and Solomon is barely affected!

America: Arley is in for a long ass night tonight!

Shaking her head, Arley bounces off of the ropes, trying to build up momentum to take the big man off of his feet. Solomon tries to cut Arley off by stepping forward and going for a big boot! Arley ducks underneath the attempt and jumps at the ropes. She springboards off of them and hits Solomon in the mouth with a knee shot that drops him to a knee. Smirking, Arley bounces off of the ropes again---this time kicking Solomon in the mouth with a running dropkick! The big man hits the mat and Arley hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...Solomon throws Arley off!

Arley hits Solomon with a knee strike and then grabs hold of him in an effort to wear him down. She locks in a front facelock to apply pressure. Solomon uses his size and strength to drive Arley into the nearest turnbuckle. She doubles over in pain! Solomon throws his shoulder into her ribs a second time for good measure. Arley desperately tries to create a bit of space between herself and Solomon. Monster ignores this and grabs Arley by the hair, pulling her in, and planting her on the mat with a clothesline!

Taj: If Solomon can get going...

America: This will surely be ugly!

Arley grabs hold of the ropes and tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Solomon hits Arley with a throat thrust that sends her stumbling around. Solomon pulls Arley in toward him once again and hoists her onto his shoulder. He takes a few steps before trying to plant Arley onto the mat with a running powerslam! Arley frees herself just in time and lands on the mat behind Solomon! Solomon turns around to face her and Arley leaps into the air hitting him with an enziguri! Solomon stumbles back from the impact and hits the turnbuckle. He staggers forward as Arley charges and tries to send him crashing to the mat with a rope-assisted tornado DDT! Unfortunately for her, Solomon's strength once again comes into play. He holds Arley in the air to block the attempt and begins to squeeze the life out of her with a bearhug, adjusting his position briefly to ensure that he can use as much of his good arm as possible!

Taj: We've seen Solomon win matches with this bearhug before!

America: Do you know how much strength it takes to block a tornado DDT like that?!

Solomon laughs as the consciousness slowly begins to fade out of Arley. The World Champ nonetheless tries to give as much fight as she can, but Solomon squeezes harder and harder until it seems like Arley is completely out of it.

America: Put a fork in her...Arley is done!

Solomon then casually hoists Arley onto his shoulders and gets her into position for an Argentina backbreaker! Arley frees herself from Solomon's grasp and lands on the mat behind him. She runs forward and hits his knee with a chop block, knocking the big man down so that he's about eye level with her! Solomon laughs, though Arley shuts him up with a spinning backfist! The fans cheer loudly as Arley bounces off of the ropes and PLANTS Solomon on the mat with a spike hurricanrana!

Taj: Solomon might be out after that one!

America: I'm not going to lie...Arley Kirk has been impressive tonight!

Arley hooks the leg while the fans cheer her on.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Taj: Oh wow!

Arley immediately notices an opening and grabs hold of Solomon's arm, wrenching on it and hoping to continue with the damage that Erick St. John had done to it throughout the show during their brawl. Solomon's eyes briefly show signs of pain before he lets out what sounds like a roar. Solomon drags himself back up to his feet. He pulls Arley in and drives a shoulder into her---ignoring the pain as Arley releases her hold on his arm. Solomon then grabs Arley by the throat with his good arm and powers her HIGH into the air, slamming her to the mat with a chokeslam!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!

Solomon keeps his grip on Arley's throat as he tries to lift her into the air for a second chokeslam. Arley just barely manages to escape his grasp before firing off a superkick in hopes of hitting Solomon! Monster catches her foot in the air and tosses Arley to the mat. She rolls over toward the ropes and pulls herself back up to her feet. Solomon charges and tries to strike. Arley drops down and pulls the ropes---sending Solomon crashing hard to the thinly matted floor!

Taj: That could be what Arley needs to turn this match around!

America: Getting Solomon out where there are no rules is never a good thing, Taj.

Solomon slowly drags himself back up to his feet as Arley waits. Once Solomon is standing, Arley launches herself over the ropes and tries to land on him---only to have Solomon catch her in the air! He shakes his head and immediately runs her back into the nearest turnbuckle!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!

Solomon casually drops Arley to the floor. She tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Solomon boots her in the head and then heads over toward the announce table.

America: Is Solomon coming over here?!

Taj: Uh...I think so.

America: I’m out!

Solomon violently clears the announce table off as the referee exits the ring and tries to get control of the situation--only to have Solomon knock him away with a hard right hand!

America: WHAT IN THE HELL?!

Taj: Solomon Monster has just struck the referee!

The referee calls for the bell to disqualify Solomon, who doesn't seem to mind. The Monster grabs hold of Arley and hoists her onto his shoulders!

Taj: This could be bad…

America: You think?!

Arley tries to fight her way out of Solomon's grasp so that she can avoid being hit with his Argentina backbreaker! While the two of them wrestle for position, Erick St. John runs out from the back!

Taj: It’s Erick! ESJ IS HERE!

Solomon notices and smirks, giving Arley a moment to free herself from his grasp. She spins Solomon around and hits him with Angeldust (Superkick)! The impact sends Solomon staggering as ESJ charges at Solomon and BLASTS him with the World Heavyweight Championship title belt! The impact knocks Solomon down onto the announce table.

America: That damn sexy ESJ coming down and ruining the fun of Solomon destroying Arley!

Arley and ESJ both look at Solomon, who begins to stir. He angrily drags himself back up to his feet as ESJ and Arley both give Solomon his space.

Taj: We are out of time, folks! We’ll see you all at Legendary Fifteen next month!

The 1WM logo then flashes across the screen and Legendary Fourteen comes to an end.

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