Glory 10 - 15 March 2021

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The crowd outside the Wintrust Arena is ecstatic as they wait to get inside the building to pay witness to the tenth edition of One Wrestling Movement’s Glory. A motorcade of four motorcycle mounted police officers and a stretch black Escalade SUV pulls up. The crowd watches with curiosity at what wrestling star of 1WM has arrived. Hurriedly Mari Moon makes her way over to the SUV just as the passenger door opens.

Mari Moon: Ladies and gentlemen, I wonder who can this possibly be arriving to Glory Ten moments before we are set to broadcast?

From the SUV steps Fernando de la Fe Junior. The crowd explodes with jeers upon the sight of the young and brash newcomer to 1WM. Smirking, he looks around at the crowd, seemingly soaking in their hate. Next out of the Cadillac is Bodhi Bose. The cocky and self-assured equally new to 1WM star removes his shades to peer at the still booing crowd. He chuckles before slipping back on his sunglasses. Following him, The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, step out frowns plastered on their faces. Finally, and unexpectedly, the hulking form of Solomon Monster makes his way out of the customized luxury vehicle.

Mari Moon: Ohmigosh! Solomon Monster, you’re here at Glory Ten?! Aren’t you suspended and expected to go under the knife for a neck injury?

Solomon Monster: The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated. Now if you excuse me, Moon, the Kali Kartel has to prepare to instill a lesson in Hard Knock 101 to six misinformed individuals.

The quintet pushes past the interviewer and walks toward the entrance off the Wintrust Arena. Once there they are confronted by two armed security guards.

Guard #1: You four are good to come in.

The guard points to Fernando, Bodhi, and the Headhunters.

Guard #1: You…

He points to Solomon.

Guard #1: ...we’ve got strict orders not to allow you inside, Mr. Monster.

Fernando, Bodhi, and the Headhunters immediately fly into a collective Spanish laced tirade of profanity at the guards. Eric and Dexter even begin to advance upon them until Solomon holds up a halting hand.

Solomon Monster: It’s fine, my friends. There is no need to commit bodily harm to these men that are only following the instructions set forth for them. Head on in and I shall see about circumventing this mandate imposed upon me.

The Kartel forcibly push past the two guards to make their way into the arena. Solomon watches them go in before turning to make his way back to the SUV.

We open with Molly O'Hatherine standing atop the roof of the Wintrust Arena, overlooking Chicago with arms outstretched, back to the camera, and wind whipping through her hair. That black hooded vest flaps around her as she resists the power of the breeze threatening to knock her tiny, muscular frame off the very edge.

Molly O’Hatherine: Brilliant isn't it?! Tha' majesty of havin' tha' world below you, lookin' from up high.... Yet I'm not above those below, I'm just at a higher elevation.

She turns on her heel and hops off the raised ledge and onto the gravel covered roof, lowering her arms down to her sides as she approaches the camera.

Molly O’Hatherine: No I stand here tonight about ta' face Brianna Matthews, a young lass with alot of potential hailing from some of the best and brightest teachers wrestling has to offer. She stood in tha' face of one of the most brutal competitors in Ursula Von Rossbach when last we checked and though she fell short, the fact that she dinnae' buckle despite the fear in her eyes was downright inspirin' to me. I remember me first dance with that woman and tha' fear that gripped me so many years ago. It was hard to overcome and though like her, I lost that first encounter, it dinnae' stop me either.

The Ginger Ninja pulls up a fist in front of her in symbolic fashion and slams it into her tattooed chest.

Molly O’Hatherine: AYE! That's what wrestling is about! Facing fear and adversity, standin' tall win or lose, and comin' out stronger for it! Wrestlers aren't just taught, they're forged in fire, tempered with each and every match as our opponents hammer us into a sharpened, rigid sword with a fine edge so sharp that it'll cut through our trials like a heated knife in butter. Hold yer head up with pride lass, ye' survived and now ta' see if it made ya' stronger or if ya' need more tempering of your steel!

There's a wild grin on her face.

Molly O’Hatherine: I'm Tha' Ginger Ninja, Molly O'Hatherine, world traveled and fightin' since I was a wee girl and before I was fresh off tha' boat in America eleven years ago to this day. Aye.... I arrived in the United States on me 16th birthday and it's been so long that I've done this thing that people told me back then I cannae' do.

The smile vanishes as she turns around, looking back out over the city of Chicago, hands placed on the raised ledge.

Molly O’Hatherine: So much I've done, so much I still want to do yeah? I remember when I used ta' be scared of heights. Now I climb tall buildings fer tha' rush.... I can see from heights most ne'er do because I face that which I'm afraid of head on until I conquer it and then I move on to the next thing. What keeps me goin' in tha' wrestling ring? That feelin' in the pit of my gut, the uncertainty, those butterflies tellin' me I'm alive. Tha' day that stops bein' a thing fer me will be tha' day I hang up tha' boots for I'll have done everything I'd set meself to do.

She turns around to face the camera, back and elbows against the ledge, legs crossed. That impish smile returns.

Molly O’Hatherine: Like I said, I've big plans and Brianna, I respect you as a fellow competitor, but I'm afraid ta' get from the starting line to where I want ta' be, I have ta' go through you and go through I fully intend to. I've only a few things on me bucket list left and one of them is to win a World Championship. All tha' titles I've won, all of them treated with the importance of a world title, but none were the real thing. I'm tired of pretending and tha' champion herself isn't much different from me.

Molly's eyes wander as she looks up into the sky briefly.

Molly O’Hatherine: We're both told we can't and there she is, livin' proof that we can and I will. One day, my turn will come but it won't come without a fight and fightin'.... fightin's what I'm best at. I'll be seein' ye' in tha' ring, Bri. May ours be tha' kind of match they talk about the entire show and may tha' best Ginger Win.

She winks and steps past the camera, exiting the frame and ending the shoot.

The cameras head backstage to the secure talent entrance/exit. A security guard stands by the door ensuring no unauthorized individuals enter the backstage area and to dissuade any harassment of the 1WM talent. The door opens and Sandra Rose steps in wearing a red silk blouse loosely buttoned, tight black leather pants, and black heeled boots much to the delight of the 1WM Chicago fans. The security guard gulps at the stunning yet suspended 1WM international tour coordinator. He clears his throat and bellows his orders as he puts his hand up to halt Sandra’s progress.

Security Guard: I’m sorry, Ms. Rose. I can’t allow you in the backstage area per your suspension.

Sandra puts her hand on her hip and glares at the security guard as the door closes behind her.

Sandra Rose: Are you kidding me? I realize I’m suspended as the Legendary tour coordinator but I’m just here to watch the show.

The security guard frowns and shakes his head.

Security Guard: I’m sorry. Only authorized personnel are allowed backstage. You and Solomon Monster are not authorized personnel per your individual suspensions until further notice. If you want to see the show, you will need to buy an admission ticket at the arena box office.

Sandra rolls her eyes.

Sandra Rose: The show sold out a few days ago. I’m not here to cause any trouble. Do I look like trouble?

The security guard can’t help but give Sandra a once over. He smirks slightly as he takes in her natural sex appeal. However, he shakes off the thought and sticks to business.

Security Guard: No but I have my orders, Ms. Rose.

While Sandra and the security guard negotiate admittance into the arena, the door opens again and Erick St. John walks in with his duffle bag strapped across his chest over a Jordan brand warmup suit. The fans react positively to the Forgotten One’s arrival. He cocks an eyebrow at the situation in front of him.

Erick St. John: What’s the holdup here?

Sandra turns around and sneers at her entrance denial. She pouts slightly at Erick.

Sandra Rose: I’m not authorized personnel since I’m suspended so Paul-Bart-Mall-Cop here won’t let me in to watch Glory.

The security guard interjects his two cents.

Security Guard: These orders are straight from Mr. Southern, ESJ. Ms. Rose is not authorized personnel while suspended.

Erick frowns and shakes his head.

Erick St. John: No exceptions?

The security guard crosses his arms in defiance.

Security Guard: No.

Erick rubs the hairs on his bearded chin. He smirks as an idea comes to mind.

Erick St. John: Do I still have approval for a guest?

The security guard thinks about it for a moment.

Security Guard: Yes sir. Talent is allowed one backstage guest per the 1WM talent contracts.

Erick smiles facetiously at the security guard as Sandra turns back around.

Erick St. John: Then please notify your superiors that moving forward beginning tonight, when not in her official capacity, Ms. Rose here is to be considered my plus-one in the backstage area. If Cedric has a problem with it, he can come talk to me himself. Understood?

Security Guard: Yes sir.

Erick puts his hand on the small of Sandra’s back as his smile turns to a cold glare. The security guard backs up and removes himself from blocking their entrance. Sandra walks forward and winks at the security guard.

Sandra Rose: I may not be trouble, but he certainly is.

Erick takes Sandra by the hand and leads her towards the locker room area. The security guard stares at them momentarily before getting on his radio to relate ESJ’s message to his bosses.

It was sometime in the early evening that six individuals found themselves seated around an old, rustic table with matching wooden chairs in a large basement that served as the wine cellar, storage room, and pantry of one Ursula Von Rossbach. It is a well-kept, concrete-walled, and floored room. Faux wood paneling lined the walls wherever exposed, with a few pictures of old wrestling matches that Ursula had participated in. Nowhere else in her home, not even her gym, were these pieces on display at all. The occupants of this room consist of Ursula herself, seated at the far end of the table and counterclockwise from her sat her tag team partner, Coda, then the Fallen Angels, Damon and Aurora Graves, Griffin Hawkins, and at the opposite end, Erick St. John.

Each enjoyed a small sampling of a meat, cheese, and vegetable platter that spread the length of the table, accompanied by an assortment of dips to match the variety of options available. The drinks were kept non-alcoholic for clarity of mind during what the host of this gathering, Ursula, had declared as a tactical meeting. The Lady Terminator nods to them and takes a small sip from her grapefruit-flavored drink before continuing.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Thank you all for taking the time to join me for this gathering. As we are all to be teamed together under the roof of the Wintrust Arena in Chicago, Illinois, I felt it was important that we discuss strategy and our opponents in detail greater than simple tweets on Twitter allow for.

Griffin nods, taking a swig from his cherry coke.

Griffin Hawkins: Solomon may be out of commission for the time being, but it seems his spirit lives on through his lap dogs. If I know them, they’re looking to spread his message by taking us out. I’m all in for this.

The introverted Coda takes a sip of her orange juice through her straw and dips her celery in peanut butter, intently listening to her teammates in silence. Aurora Graves takes a quick sip of water, nodding in agreement with Griffin.

Aurora Graves: Right. These guys want to make an example out of us but look at them. Their team is full of people that barely even tolerate them, let alone like them. They’re already at each other’s throats.

Damon, who until this point had been leaning back in his chair, sits up straight and reaches over to grab a slice of cheese.

Damon Graves: So far, the only ones that have said one word about the match have been those turd wrangling Headhunters and Jenn Drew, who, if she displayed any less enthusiasm, she’d be friggin’ comatose…

With that, he consumes his cheese as Aurora chuckles softly at her husband’s choice of words. Damon clears his throat before continuing.

Damon Graves: BUT… we really shouldn’t take this at face value. If we get lulled into thinking that those jokers aren’t taking this seriously, they’ll walk all over us.

Ursula nods in agreement with that assessment.

Ursula Von Rossbach: You are correct, Mr. Graves. In fact, you may be more on target than you realize. I give you the example of Solomon Monster himself. He has recently been placed on extended medical leave due to a spinal injury. How very conveniently timed this announcement is, yes?

She rests her elbows upon the table, steepling her fingers.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Think upon the scenario with the tour guide. Up until now, everything about Mr. Monster has been rather methodical. He is very calm, analytical, and patient to a degree, yet suddenly he takes offense to a poor travel itinerary? The man showcases a very uncharacteristic level of belligerence given how otherwise calm and collected he is at most times.

Her head inclines forward.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Deception and careful planning are more his hallmarks, not crude displays of emotion and hostility for little to no reason.

She then looks back to the rest of her house guests.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Then you factor in the apparent dysfunction of the team we are set to face very soon. It seems a little too convenient. I wager that this is also a ruse meant to lull us all into a false sense of security. They wish for us to become comfortable with the idea that they cannot function as a team. While we each have our own unique opinions and views, it is quite clear to me that in some aspect or manner, we are being manipulated to act accordingly to a plan we do not know the full extent of.

Ursula gives a grim nod of her head.

Ursula Von Rossbach: All it would take is a careful, tactical mind to guide these weak, misanthropic individuals to a successful plan of action and us playing into the part without realization.

Aurora ponders Ursula’s words as she reaches for a piece of cheese. She takes a nibble off of the corner, letting the morsel rest on her tongue before she swallows it. Coda appears visually uncomfortable as she continues to gnaw at her vegetables covered in protein, her focus on the speaker as the conversation ping-pongs around the table.

Aurora Graves: Good point. Hell, it wouldn’t be the first time someone’s tried that sort of tactic with us.

She gestures between herself and her husband as she puts the rest of the cheese into her mouth.

Damon Graves: And it sure as hell won’t be the last. But considering the collective experience of everyone here, if we can all get on the same page and stay there, that’s a huge step in the right direction.

Griffin Hawkins: I think we’d be remiss if we didn’t address the big elephant in the room, and that is Lash. Like Jenn, he wants nothing to do with this band of underachieving inbred jackasses, but unlike her, he is willing to do what it takes to win. Lash, to some, may seem like an imbecile, but when he’s focused, he’s someone who’ll do whatever it takes to win. We can’t overlook him. I can’t overlook him either.

Ursula’s gaze finds Griffin, listening intently to every word before committing to a response.

Ursula Von Rossbach: I find your appraisal correct. Mr. Donohue is the most intelligent member of his team, and I can see him easily manipulating the chaos of the match to his advantage. I find it quite interesting that, behind closed doors, you give him praise, Mr. Hawkins, yet how often it has been that you have mocked and derided him to elevate yourself at his expense?

Griffin Hawkins: Sometimes me and him joke around, and sometimes I may go too far, but he knows that I respect him. From the day I saw him in the Squire’s Academy some years ago, I said to myself, this kid may make it as long as he stays on the right path. Lately, he has been showing a more vicious side to him, and that’s something that may play a wild card in this match, and then there the other two who’ve decided to align themselves with Solomon to boost their careers.

Finishing off her celery, the Korean-American of the group prepares to add a modest amount of crackers from the center of the table to her plate next while she absorbs the words around her. Aurora smirks as she looks in Griffin’s direction, leaning back into her chair.

Aurora Graves: Ah, yes… the Headhunters. They seem to enjoy attempting to get under everyone’s skin. Granted, while I find their efforts comical at best, that doesn’t mean I view them as any less of a threat.

Damon Graves: True, but there are still two people we have yet to discuss, Bodhi Bose and Fernando de la Fe Junior…

Ursula Von Rossbach: If Bodhi had not spoken, I likely would have forgotten him entirely. His ego cannot allow for a tactical advantage and given his relative inexperience, exposure, and egotism. I would say that he shall have a far more difficult time against more grounded opposition such as ourselves. Even Griffin’s ego and vanity are kept very much in check when required.

Griffin Hawkins: I agree. I admit it, I have an ego, but unlike them, I’ve earned the right to have one. I’ve accomplished things they never have in their careers, but this isn’t about me. Both of them are targeting myself and Ursula for clout. Bodhi went to pieces when she said she had no idea who he was. Fernando, meanwhile, jumped me from behind like a coward. It seems they are both looking to use us as stepping stones to further their career and get noticed by fans all over the world. But if that’s the case, they better step somewhere else because we are nobody’s stepping stones.

Aurora raises her water in salute. Coda playfully replicates this action with her drink.

Aurora Graves: I couldn’t have said it better myself. Damon and I don’t go around bragging about everything we’ve ever done in this business to anyone within earshot because we prefer to let our work in the ring speak for us.

Damon nods.

Damon Graves: Yeah, kind of a waste of breath, anyway. This business is a “what have you done lately” sorta beast. So, we know what we need to accomplish. Any suggestions on how we go about it?

Ursula offers another small nod.

Ursula Von Rossbach: We turn expectations against our enemies. They expect us to be very full of ourselves to the point of arrogance. They feel as if we look down our noses at them, which, to a degree, is true, but we do as any wrestler worthy of their name should do. We make them pay for having any expectations to begin with. Lash Donohue will require the most attention, easily.

A small smirk spreads upon her lips.

Ursula Von Rossbach: He feels as if he is an overlooked comedy piece and expects us to treat him as such. No, we will be quick and merciless.

She casts her gaze over The Fallen Angels and Coda. The Pint-Sized Kaiju, Coda, drops her crackers to her plate and listens closely.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Griffin, Myself, and Erick are well known commodities. You three will be the ones utilizing a combination of tactical ingenuity and strategic finesse that our opposition will be quite unprepared for.

Ursula looks through her steepled fingers as if an evil architect now, her smirk becoming a rather unnerving smile.

Ursula Von Rossbach: That is the plan. We destroy them using the very heart of their weakness, expectation, pride, and vanity.

With that, the broadcast cuts elsewhere with the acknowledgement that this lengthy pre-recorded video would continue later on in the night.

There was a brief montage set to the housebuilding music from Red Dead Redemption 2, as we see Jane Adler and Sadie Cassidy both standing and working on their new mobile edition of the Yellow Rose Saloon for One Wrestle Movement. They had just built the doorway frame for their saloon doors, and a couple of card tables, before taking a brief break to talk about it.

Sadie Cassidy: All that work is making my stomach growl something fierce.

Jane Adler: If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a black hole of calories. I've known you for seven years and have never seen you not hungry.

She said, shaking her head at her partner, while Sadie gets her phone out to check on the delivery of the windows for their walls to surround their door.

Sadie Cassidy: Looks like the glass from the hardware store should be here soon, and thank goodness…

She said, as on cue, there was the sound of glass shattering outside. In the hallway stands a 5’ 3” red-haired, tattooed, and heavily freckled young lady looking up from her phone with a rather perplexed look on her face as she stands on floor covered in broken glass. The hoodie vest she wears is black and green, decorated with Celtic designs and Japanese Kanji, as are the leather pants, boots, and matching top that make up the rest of her gear. Slowly she turns and looks over her shoulder at the frame, then down at the glass around her feet, and then up at the two women stepping into the hallway before her.

Woman: Oi…. who put a fawkin’ glass panel in tha’ hallway?!!!

She feels a slight trickle of blood from a small cut on her forehead and dabs it with her finger.

Woman: That’s just grand…. Not even in me first match fer 1WM and I already be bleedin’ yeah.

Jane and Sadie would both emerge from the Saloon doors as they weren't wearing their hats, but Sadie had on flannel and overalls, while Jane was having her shirt tied up to showcase her abs, as well as jeans while they notice the strange woman standing in the middle of their shattered window.

Sadie Cassidy: Hey, what gives?! That window was really expensive!

She said, as Jane eased in front of her shorter and more hot-headed partner.

Jane Adler: Are you alright? What happened?

The woman looks around at the ground once more.

Woman: Aye. I’m fine but that window’s not! Who just leaves a window standin’ in tha’ middle of tha’ bloody hallway? That’s just beggin’ fer someone ta’ walk through it and get smashed!

She looks at Jane with a slight tilt of her head.

Woman: That wasn’t yer window, was it? Ye’ may wanna’ talk to yer delivery person. They really need ta’ pick a better spot fer that sort of thing. If it’d been Griffin Hawkins, he would’ve blazed right through it without a second thought!

Jane Adler: To be honest, that sounds like something he would do. But yeah, that was our window.

She said, pointing to the frame of their mobile saloon for their headquarters.

Sadie Cassidy: We're building a traveling base of operations for a traveling company…

Sadie said with a bit of a defeated sigh, as Jane would introduce the two of them.

Jane Adler: I'm Jane, that's Sadie. We're Regulators, Incorporated. Here to tip the balance of cheaters and crooks in the wrestling business.

She said, extending a hand, as Sadie shrugged a bit.

Sadie Cassidy: Looks like we're probably done with construction for the day, now. And I could use a shot or two.

The young ginger takes Jane’s hand with a firm shake and a grin on her freckled face.

Woman: Molly O’Hatherine, pleasure ta’ make yer acquaintance, even if it came at the expense of a window that might leave a bit to desire in terms of sturdiness. Wait a moment….

She looks at the window frame, then eyes an unused office window down the way that seems to match the exact same dimensions. A light bulb seems to go off and her grin takes on a near megawatt brilliance and impish quality.

Molly O'Hatherine: I think I may see a solution down tha’ hall if ye’ have tha’ right tools! Let’s “Borrow” a window, shall we?

Jane Adler: I mean, it's an idea, but not an honest one…

Sadie Cassidy: Yeah, surely that's someone in management's. Maybe we can ask them about it?

Molly gives a little nod, the smile becoming a sly smirk.

Molly O'Hatherine: Aye, tis a thought, forget I mentioned it. Send me tha’ value of tha’ window, lasses, I’ll square it away. Me apologies fer not looking up from me phone but ya’ know how it is. Hype hype hype as much as ye’ can ta’ make ‘em scream fer yer match dyin’ ta’ see it, yeah. Sound grand?

Sadie Cassidy: Sounds fine, and if you want we'll have the bar open tonight if you want some drinks. Jane here was a bartender before wrestling.

She said, nudging her, as Jane would shake her head.

Jane Adler: Yeah, we'd be more than happy to see you again!

The Ginger Ninja gives an enthusiastic nod.

Molly O'Hatherine: Sounds like a winner, lasses. I’ll see ye’ after our matches then. It’s been awhile since anyone e’er kept a stocked bar at a wrestlin’ show that consisted of more than just a few coolers of cheap beer and low rent spirits on ice. Tis an after party then!

She looks back at the damage with a chuckle.

Molly O'Hatherine: Who’d think walkin’ through a glass window would end so well?

Patting Jane on the arm, Molly then continues on her way down the hall whistling a little tune.

Vintage Gold (Captain All Star & Red Rocket Kid) vs. Dragonslayers
(Michael Shaw & Sam Steele)

Shaw starts this one out laying into Captain All Star, though he eventually blocks the strikes and lands a wind up punch, getting the tag to RRK who takes Shaw down with The Pounce and misses a knee drop. Shaw drags Rocket to the corner and tags Steel. Dragonslayers hit the Reapers Slaying on Red Rocket Kid!

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Mari Moon: Here are your winners… Michael Shaw and Sam Steele… Dragonslayers!

Izzy Marx vs. "Skye High" Skye Devereux[/b][/font]

DING DING DING!!!

Skye and Izzy both surge forward and lock up, Devereux getting the go behind only to cop q back elbow to the moosh. Izzy swing Skye around and blasts her chest with a round of harsh knife edge chops before Skye blocks her final attempt and returns the favor, culminating in a downward chop which drops Izzy to a knee clutching her chest..

Ruby Kirk: Axe kick by Devereux, looking to put her away early!

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Marx powers out angrily, and Devereux wastes no time hauling her to her feet. Irish whip, Izzy Marx on the rebound and Devereux misses with the chick kick as Marx cleverly ducks under. Snap DDT and a cover!

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Devereux with the kick out, and this infuriates Izzy Marx.

Ruby Kirk: Oh great. Another spoilt child. Like we don't have enough of them in 1dub as it is!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Spoilt my ass! Girl has a right to be upset. This trash bag refuses to be taken out and it's getting on her nerves!

Marx grabs a handful of Devereux's hair and yanks a screeching Skye to her feet in a brutal fashion, only for Skye to break free and knock her into next week!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Going for that stupid chick kick one more time?

Crowd: WOAH!

Ruby Kirk: Guess again! Total eclipse of the heart!

Devereux fakes Izzy out with the chick kick and knocks her flying into the corner with her superkick to the chest.

Ruby Kirk: I...kinda love it..

Skye doesn't let her rest on her laurels, getting the crowd pumped as she gives the signal and runs in..

Ruby Kirk: NUTBUSTERRR~

Izzy gets out of the way at the last possible second!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I MARKS THE SPOT out of the corner!! Here's the bridge!!

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THREE!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: The winner of this match, as result of a pinfall - IZZZZZY MAAAARX!!

Izzy disrespects the fallen Devereux with a stomp and a kick to the back of the head before she rolls out of the ring.

Crowd: BOOOOO!

Izzy makes the crying face then blows the crowd a fake kiss, only making them madder.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Say what ya want, girl made a statement in Chicago tonight!

Ruby Kirk: She sure did. Anyhow, I'm getting word from backstage. Let's go check this out.

The scene opens to Solomon Monster talking on his cellphone while leaning against the stretch Escalade in the front of the Wintrust Arena. The sound of the roaring crowd inside of the arena can be heard over the conversation Solomon is having.

Solomon Monster: I thought you said you would handle this suspension? I was told that I simply need only show up to Glory Ten and everything would be properly taken care of?

The Kali Kartel muscle listens intently as the person down the line speaks.

Solomon Monster: This is a very disappointing predicament that should have been easily taken care of by a man with the vast influence that you have proclaimed to have. Let it be known that I am not impressed.

Without any further discussion, Solomon ends the call with a push of a button on the screen of his phone. Anger upon his face, he slips his phone into his pocket while peering at the Wintrust Arena.

Solomon Monster: Not impressed…

The scene fades.

Molly O'Hatherine vs. Brianna Matthews

DING DING DING!!!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Yo, this Matthews chick ain't screwing around!

Molly is still reeling from the sneak attack before the bell, and Brianna Matthews is able to lay some more stomps in and easily haul her to her feet, blasting away with kicks to Molly. The crowd really gets behind Molly as she manages to catch a leg, but the fun is over with a *slap* sound as Matthews nails her with a leg feed enziguri that's so hard that Molly flips over onto her back!

Marci D'Abruzzo: WHAT A SHOT! Here's the cover, you go girl!

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Molly is in a daze, but still manages to get a shoulder up. Brianna scowls and yells at the cheering crowd to shut the hell up which provokes them to BOOO her. Matthews hauls Molly to her feet and sends her into the corner with an Irish whip, trying to follow up with a spear into the corner..

Ruby Kirk: Molly sidesteps! Swing and a miss! Matthews is wearing that ring post right about now!

As Brianna stumbles back out of the corner, Molly is right there to swing her around and boot her in the gut..

Ruby Kirk: CROSS TO BEAR! This could be it!

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THREE!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner - The Ginger Ninja, MOLLLLYY OOOO'HATHERIIINE!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

Ruby Kirk: What's so disgusting about a clean, well deserved victory?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Nothing. Don't like her stupid freckled face!

Ruby Kirk: You're ridiculous. Anyhoo, well done to Molly O. We're gonna go check out some commercials right about now! Stay tuned!

Glory 10 returns from a break and we cut to the backstage area where everyone's favorite 1WM wrestling, Bodhi Bose, is standing in front of a corkboard. The board is covered in photos of various people, all connected with red strings in a crazy pattern that probably doesn't make sense to even Bodhi himself. There are photos of all 12 people involved in the main event plus Baby Yoda, Andi Michaels, the Pope, Solomon Monster and Obama. In front of Bodhi is a huge barrel and in his hand he is flicking a Zippo lighter open and shut before he turns to the camera.

Bodhi Bose: Hello friends. Bodhi Bose here, you may know me as Bodhi the Bod or the Bodacious Bodhi but right now I'm just here as your friend. You see One Wrestling has been infested by bad people. Bad people who act like me and my friends are bad guys. It is ridiculous I know. Tonight we are going to face not one, not two, not three but SIX of these terrible trash humans in a main event that will surely see me standing as the winner in the end.

Bodhi turns, grabbing a photo off the board of Griffin Hawkins and pulling it down.

Bodhi Bose: Let's start off with the top offender in One Wrestling, Griffin Hawkins AKA The Piss Lord. People act like this veteran is a great hero but he isn't. He is a narcissistic sociopath folks. He makes up lies to try to make him seem decent but he doesn't care about anyone else but himself. He insults how people speak, he belittles rookies and he makes everything anyone says about himself. He is trash, folks and don't let him tell you otherwise. So we are going to toss him away!

Bodhi lights his Zippo and the barrel erupts in flames. Bodhi throws the photo of Griffin inside with a smug grin on his face. He then turns and yanks down a photo of Ursula Von Rossbach.

Bodhi Bose: Next up we have Ursula Von Craphole. Trust me, she is as annoying as her name implies. First off she is named after a Disney VILLAIN! And on top of that she thinks she is better than everyone else in the match. I mean what more do I really need to say about her? TRASH!

Bodhi throws her photo into the fire next before spinning around, grabbing the photo of Baby Yoda, smiling at it and tucking it into his back pocket. He then grabs a photo of Aurora and Damon Graves.

Bodhi Bose: These two have the same last name as a known white supremist. Not cool. They also call themselves The Fallen Angels. What are fallen angels? Demons! They are demons which are evil. Me and my friends are not demons, we are real angels and we shall overcome their evil tonight. TRASH!

Bodhi tosses them in the fire before grabbing a photo of Erick St. John. He stares at it for a second.

Bodhi Bose: Who is this? I don't remember! Oh yeah, this guys calls himself The Forgotten One. He is that unlikeable and uninteresting that he is aware that nobody is going to remember him being on the roster or in the match. Yawnfest! TRASH! And our last opponent is Coda...

He throws the photo of Erick into the fire and grabs the photo of Coda for a second.

Bodhi Bose: You know what? She seems alright. She is on a team of trash but maybe she doesn't deserve to be labeled trash like the rest. You're welcome, Coda.

He puts Coda back up on the board before spinning back around and looking at the camera intensely.

Bodhi Bose: Tonight twelve people will step into the ring, actually, it may only be eleven because Jenni Drew may be a coward. In the end the good guys will win and that is me, Lash, Eric, Dexter and Fernando. A team you can cheer for and trust without feeling dirty. Tonight we are throwing out the trash.

Bodhi grabs a pair of aviators from the ledge of the board, slipping them on and walking off camera. The camera zooms in on the burning photos before cutting back to the desk.

el dragon del cielo Benjamin Fah vs. Tim Brody

DING DING DING!!!

The fans cheer as Tim and Benjamin both respectfully step forward and there's a handshake before they begin to circle.

Ruby Kirk: Here's the lock up! Brody with the go behind. Oof. A little too early to try to get a sleeper hold, Timmy. Dude is fresh as a daisy!

Tim staggers back as Fah counters with a back elbow, swings Tim around and unleashes with a barrage of martial arts style kicks about the head and neck, finally sending him crashing to the mat with a Yakuza kick!

Marci D'Abruzzo: TIMMMMBERRRR!!

Ruby Kirk: Yeah, I'll admit it. Brody paid pretty dearly for that faux pas. Standing senton by Fah and a cover!

ONE
TWO~

Ever the strong man, Tim powers out. Benjamin knows that he must stay on the big guy, so he lines up and takes a short run up..

Ruby Kirk: DRUNKEN MA..NO!

The crowd gets behind Tim as he catches the inside of Benjamin's leg, deadlifts him and DRILLS him with his brutal rendition of the spinebuster!

Ruby Kirk: OH! That's gotta smart!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Nothing smart about Brody!

The crowd POP as Tim gives the signal before taking a run up of his own.

Ruby Kirk: BIG MAN MOONSAULT TIME! ODE TO BE...OOOF!!

As Tim launches and comes back down with his surprisingly picturesque moonsault, Benjamin kips up out of nowhere and..

Marci D'Abruzzo: MONGOLIAN HORDE!! OH JEEZ!!

The codebreaker connects but good! Cover!

ONE
TWO
THRE~

Ruby Kirk: Sweet lord that was CLOSE! I don't know how good Tim Brody is for finishing off this match, though..

Benjamin Fah circles Brody as he's getting back to his feet, primed and waiting for the right second to pounce. He finds it..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Stiff shot to the solar plexus! PHOENIX FEA..WOW!!!

The crowd is in SHOCK as Tim regains his sense just as Benjamin goes to launch, planting him back on his feet and swinging him around..

Ruby Kirk: TRUE BROMANCE!!

Fah folds up like an accordion as his head spikes into the mat, and Tim collapses on top for the cover.

ONE
TWO
THREE!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner, via pinfall, "BROZART" TIIIIIMMM BRRRODYYYY!!

Ruby Kirk: This guy is just damn impressive!

Marci D'Abruzzo: HE'S DUMB!! Can't you see it! He's the most gullible mess of a man on the planet! He got lucky!

Ruby Kirk: While I agree that he picked his spot and that Benjamin Fah is equally as impressive, you gotta hand it to the man!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I don't gotta hand him SQUAT!

Ruby Kirk: So many spoilt children in 1WM. Anyhoo, I be getting word from backstage. Let's get us another segment!

The cameras cut to the backstage area as Dustin Holt is standing just outside the door of The Dog Pound locker room. He is just finishing up a phone call when Adrian Lancaster steps up to him while holding a microphone in her hand. Adrian has a slight smirk on her face as Dustin is just shaking his head.

Dustin Holt: Adrian, please don't tell me you were asked to ask me about this stupid idiot Driller.

Adrian nods her head while letting out a sigh.

Adrian Lancaster: I am sorry Dustin. I didn't have any choice since I am the private interviewer for The Dog Pound. Do you have anything you want to say to Driller?

Dustin lifts his eyebrow.

Dustin Holt: I've said everything on twitter. It's not my fault his brain is too fucking small. The guy thinks he knows violence but yet he keeps talking about using power tools. Last time I checked, this is wrestling. If he wants to brawl then go find an underground fight club.

Adrian is trying to hold her laughter. She goes to ask another question when Dustin rips the microphone out of her hand. Adrian takes a step back as Dustin orders the cameraman to put the camera onto him.

Dustin Holt: Driller, I hooked you from the start. You saw that I had my own signature match and you wanted to take part in it. You heard that I've been a man of violence and you thought we were cut from the same cloth.

Dustin pauses while chuckling a little.

Dustin Holt: Boy, you are some kind of stupid. On twitter, you said I had to get rid of the Python. It's obvious your fat ass is clueless. I AM THE PYTHON. While you are pleading for a violent encounter, I am looking to unleash a lot of pent up aggression. You called me an asshole like it was supposed to be an insult. I took it as a compliment because I am an asshole. I've been an asshole my entire career. Unlike most assholes, I can back up what I say. Tonight, in that very ring, I am going to drill your fucking head right into the canvas. I am going to kick your sorry ass all over Chicago. If you thought this would be an even playing field then you are stupid. This was never about us being equals. I am a fifty time world champion which means you aren't my equal. Why? Because I'm better than you. I'm more vicious than you. I don't need to talk about it. I just do it.

Dustin looks over at Adrian before turning his gaze back toward the camera.

Dustin Holt: Your world will crumble underneath my feet. The man known as Driller will be nothing more than a broken man in a pool of your own blood. I'm not afraid to bleed. I'm not afraid to hurt. Just know, I'm going to enjoy every minute of your pain and suffering. Don't blame anyone for your failed attempt at achieving violent immortality. You asked for this. You asked to meet the Ultraviolence Messiah. You asked to have the Hardcore Legend bring the fight to you. Now you got him and you have no clue how to handle it.

Dustin hands the microphone back to Adrian as he walks off. She smirks while looking at the camera.

Adrian Lancaster: Driller will not forget his time in Chicago. Mainly because he won't be leaving the city for a while. Dustin Holt isn't someone you should fuck with and Driller will find that out the violent way. Just don't go crying after you've lost feeling in your arms. As Dustin would say, sorry about your damn luck.

Adrian shakes her head while stepping out of the camera shot.

Dustin Holt vs. Driller Jaworski

DING DING DING!!!

The crowd seems hot as hell for this as the two men angrily circle each other, exchanging brutal trash talk as they go. Dustin seems infuriated as Driller starts to laugh louder and louder.

Marci D'Abruzzo: What is this bridge troll laughing at? For crying out loud!

Holt points to Driller and yells at him to knock it off, spittle flying. This only makes Driller laugh even harder.

Ruby Kirk: He's probably imagining how good Dustin's head would look after he's done converting him into his brand new makeshift speed bag.

The two finally lock up, and Driller roars as he surges forward, backing Dustin Holt up into the corner HARD, and a devastating downward chop makes Holt's eyes bug out as he drops to his knees clutching his chest.

Crowd: WOOOO!

Ruby Kirk: OWWWW..

Driller goes for another, yet Holt sidesteps and rams his face into the turnbuckle, unleashing with a barrage of knife edge chops and finishing up with a European uppercut before swinging around and dropping the big man with his jumping reverse STO!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Holt Translator, and Jaworski ain't looking so hot right now..

Holt tries to drag Driller up, yet Driller meets him with a barrage of elbows to the ribs, giving him breathing room. Irish whip by Jaworski..

Ruby Kirk: And Holt clashes with the referee, knocking him down hard!

Dustin staggers as he collides with the ref, and Driller tries to take advantage with a military press slam, yet Holt's legs flay before he frees himself, landing on his feet behind Driller.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Swinging neckbreaker by Holt takes Jaworski down at an awkward angle!

The fans BOOO as Holt marches right to a corner and rips both the top and middle turnbuckle pads off, but he leaves himself open for Driller to recover, come up behind him and SLAM his face down into that exposes top turnbuckle repeatedly before sending Holt sailing with a release German suplex!

Ruby Kirk: Oh NO! Look at that gusher! Holt is bleeding like a stuck pig!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Look at THIS, though.

Driller sneers as he gets Dustin Holt in a chin lock, licks some of the blood off his forehead and then smears some across his face and body, releasing the hold and uttering a war cry!

Ruby Kirk: This guy..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Absolute psychopath and a goddamn caveman rolled into one! I'm glad the referee is finally back in the game, though. Do ya damn job, you zebra!

Driller seems energized as he grabs hold of Holt's waist, deadlifts him and tries to send him sailing with another release German, yet Holt lands on his feet..

Ruby Kirk: RUNNING DKO OUT OF NOWHERE! Dustin Holt just might have this!!

ONE
TWO
T~

Marci D'Abruzzo: Driller with the shoulder up! This ain't over!

Holt is beyond furious. He gets down on the mat and Driller yells out and flails helplessly as he finds Holt's teeth latched firmly onto his forehead!

Ruby Kirk: Both of these uncivilized brutes are showing their true colors tonight!

Marci D'Abruzzo: In more ways than one!

Driller yells out as blood streaks quickly appear from the site of the bite, and Dustin is forced to relinquish at the count of four. Blood trails down Holt's face from the turnbuckle shot, and Driller's blood also trails from his mouth as he screams in the referee's face before turning his attention back to Jaworski who had hit the ropes in the meantime..

Marci D'Abruzzo: WOAH! The Pounce sends Holt clean over the top rope!

As a rarity, the fans really get behind it as Driller leaps the top rope clean and lands on Holt on the outside with a crisp flying elbow drop!

Ruby Kirk: The referee be counting now!

ONE
TWO

Driller laughs uproariously as he marches over to the commentary desk, ripping the monitors off it and hurling them in the vicinity of Holt, luckily just missing. Both Marci and Ruby scramble to safety!

THREE
FOUR
FIVE

Driller easily drags the groggy and bleeding Holt to his feet and doubles him over with a knee to the gut..

Marci D'Abruzzo: DRILL BIT THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TA..WHAT THE HELL?!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!

SIX
SEVEN

The announce table splinters as Dustin breaks free and both men crash through it with his devastating sit out spinebuster, and both men are motionless among the wreckage..

TEIGHT
NINE
TEN!!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: As the time limit to get back in the ring has been breached on both sides, the referee is declaring this match a DOUBLE COUNT OUT!

Ruby Kirk: What can this mean?!

Marci D'Abruzzo: It means that both of these guys are brutal savages, and we no longer have a broadcast bench, Kirk! Gosh you're dumb! Let's go check out something from backstage while the ring crew and EMTs take out the damn trash and give us something usable for the remainder of this broadcast!

Ruby Kirk: Yeah. I agree with you. First time for everything.

The cameras catch Erick St. John and Sandra Rose backstage in a secluded area. They intentionally keep their voices down as Sandra is kneeling in front of ESJ fiddling with something. Erick is dressed in his ring attire. As the cameras get closer, Mickey “Mouse” Greer, 1WM’s new investigative journalist, ambushes them with a microphone in hand. Sandra is startled by Greer’s sudden appearance and quickly stands up. Erick is none too pleased.

Mickey Greer: First day on Glory and, boy, did I snag the SCOOP of the year! Sandra Rose caught in a compromising position with Erick St. John after he gets her backstage! Is this how you help ESJ get ready for BIG main events?

Sandra is visibly indignant by Mickey’s insinuation and goes after him. Erick grabs Sandra’s arm and restrains her before she slaps the taste out of him.

Erick St. John: SANDRA STOP! Remember you’re suspended!

Erick gets between Sandra and Mickey. If ESJ was Kryptonian, there would be heat vision searing out of his eyes.

Erick St. John: Is this what 1WM hired you to do?! To turn a simple wardrobe issue into salacious gossip?

Mickey is indifferent to Erick’s questions and shrugs.

Mickey Greer: I’m being paid excellent cash to do a job that I’m incredibly good at. I investigate and report. So tell me, ESJ, how did you get great accommodations in Paris at the last minute for Legendary and the Kali Kartel got sent to the boonies?

Erick just glares at Mickey not dignifying his question.

Mickey Greer: I’ll take it as a no comment. Then let’s talk about tonight’s main event. People are expecting either Jenn Drew or Lash Donahue or both to turn against the Kali Kartel tonight. But what I want to know is… will YOU turn against your team tonight? Everyone knows that in years passed Erick St. John has always turned on his tag team partners. You march at the beat of your own drum. People say you can’t be trusted. And most recently you turned on your Emeritus brother, Solomon Monster? Will you be showing your true colors tonight? No one believes the redemption gimmick!

Mickey playfully puts the microphone in Erick’s face. ESJ snatches the microphone from Mickey’s hand and flings it to who-knows-where. He’s about to unleash his wrath on Mickey when Sandra pulls him back.

Sandra Rose: He’s not worth it, Erick! He’s scum of the earth. And you have a match to win. Let’s go.

Sandra takes Erick by the hand and pulls him away from Mickey who has a devilishly smile on his face.

Mickey Greer: Both of you may have people fooled, but I know the truth! There’s more going on here than meets the eye. And I will prove it! Mark my words!

Erick flips off Mickey as they distance themselves. Mickey grins from ear to ear.

Mickey Greer: Gawd, I love my job! Now where did my microphone go?

The cameras follow Mickey momentarily as he looks for his mic before switching elsewhere.

Jack Gibson vs. William James Cordova

The bell sounds and the two men immediately circle the ring before locking up. The two of them are in a bit of a stalemate before William finally goes behind on Jack and puts him into a waistlock. Jack counters out into a waistlock of his own, but William is able to counter out into a side headlock. Jack backs up into the ropes and uses them to shove William off of him. William comes off the ropes and delivers a shoulder tackle that takes Jack to the mat.

Ruby Kirk: Crisp shoulder tackle by Cordova. That rattled Gibson!

William follows up with a leaping elbow to the chest and he begins to take over from there. William would take Jack and bring him up to his feet before delivering a German suplex and bridge for the pin!

ONE
TWO

Ruby Kirk: Gibson kicks out!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Jack Gibson had wanna watch it. I've heard that German suplexes are horrendous for the spine.

Ruby Kirk: Gee, you don't say.

William picks Jack up and sends him into the corner. William charges in and delivers a leaping splash. He ties Jack up in the tree of woe before delivering a running knee to the midsection.

Ruby Kirk: Oh DAMN!

William climbs to the top rope and he looks for a flying headbutt, but Jack is able to roll out of the ring William hops down and gets out of the ring. As he does, Jack drives him back first into the ring apron. He does it a second time before delivering a discus clothesline. He rolls William back into the ring. He climbs to the top rope and goes for a frog splash, but William gets his knees up and then rolls Jack up for a cover!

ONE
TWO
TH~

Marci D'Abruzzo: Closer than close!

William then picks Jack up and European uppercuts him, sending him staggering back before going for RYDEOFYOURLIFE, but Jack was able to avoid the superkick and as William turns around, Jack is primed and waiting to deal him the royal flush!

Ruby Kirk: OH! That's it, boy! Put a fork in it!

ONE
TWO
THREE!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: The winner of this match as result of a pinfall, JAAACK GIIIIBSSSSONN!

Ruby Kirk: Great match by these exciting 1WM prospects. Bravo.

Marci D'Abruzzo: You'd say that about any match.

Ruby Kirk: Of course I would! 1WM has some of the greatest wrestlers in the world, all under the one roof! It's impossible not to!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Not my point. Argh. Forget it. Let's go backstage one more time!

The screen comes up and we find ourselves in a room somewhere where none other than the “Straight Shooter” himself, Jacob Striker, is sitting in his street clothes from earlier in a thoughtful position.

Jacob Striker: Time and again I’ve been asked about my feelings as to how this whole… mess… involving my championship has come about since the last legendary. The key word here being *my* championship. Not “Rei Park’s” or “Justice Cross’...but the championship of Jacob Striker, that being the person sitting right here in front of you all here tonight. And truth be told, I would much rather be facing off against Justice rather than Rei and I’ll be more than happy to explain my reasoning behind that right here and right now; Because Justice actually has the balls for the job.

Jacob’s face cracks a smile, ever so slightly and briefly, before it just as quickly disappears from his handsome face.

Jacob Striker: I hate to burst your bubble there Rei but Justice took me out back in Paris to give herself the advantage in going after the Pride championship because you’re the lesser wrestler and she knows it, just like everyone else here in One Wrestling Movement knows that fact...that simple, painful, one teeny tiny little fact that you yourself refuses to acknowledge in that for as all clever and badass that you think that you are… you’re not really that good at anything. Sure, you’re good at thinking that your clever with your little bullshit poems and failed attempts at haikus, but when you boil things right down to it, you’re just a hateful little shit who thinks she can try and force herself into a weight class that she has no real right to be in. And you know this, Rei.

You see I’ve fought Justice in the past and she knows that I’m not some fucking push over and out of Samson’s entire little collection of talent, I actually hold the most respect out of her for having the balls to show respect...I mean when she came at me Rei, *ME* and not *YOU* with that steel chair, I understood exactly what she was planning and I have to admit that it was fucking BRILLANT!!

She took out the real threat to her future chance at the Pride of One Wrestling Movement championship and left her future victim behind to prey upon later. But of course Rei, you’re too ignorant to see the truth behind that genius, as is your one sycophant little follower, which is why I had to explain it all there just now. As to why I didn’t raise a stink about things, well to be honest I am a busy man and I’m in high demand across several wrestling promotions.

Jacob then leans forward and gives the camera a serious look.

Jacob Striker: Tell me Rei, are you in demand as much as I am? Are you going on a full YEAR as a world tag team champion in another promotion...are you involved in some of the highest and most potent feuds across three companies in the world? Are you doing anything of note other than insulting me and trying to waste my time with your bullshit antics?

Jacob slowly shakes his head as he leans back in his seat.

Jacob Striker: The answer to that is no, your not Rei. And there is the reason why I was quiet during all that insanity surrounding the title because WIN or LOSE, I hold a golden ticket that can easily fuck everything up in terms of you gloating, you stupid moron. I am the Real Rock’n’Rolla for a reason, Rei Park, and that reason is that I don’t stand in one fucking place and do nothing, when I get done with one match then I’m off to do another one and then another, I put in the work and I grow...I experience the violence so that I expand my violent experiences onto the next opponent and so forth!

As one of my idols, the great Hunter S. Thompson once wrote that so who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed? That’s you, Rei. You’re the one who stands on that shore, throwing your rocks at the ships in the distance begging for attention that you.do.not.deserve! You say that I’m not the face of this company, you call me a “master of BS”?

Rei, the only reason why I haven’t broken your freaking neck is because you’re not worthy. But at the next Legendary...the three of us have a date don’t we?

Jacob then leans forward and fixes the camera with a hard look once more.

Jacob Striker: Brag all that you want, Rei. Brag about how you beat the “big bad Straight Shooter twice already” and make sure to do your crap poems all the meanwhile, but Justice and myself are going to be out there in the world preparing ourselves for the most physically demanding match on that entire card and you can be rest assured that when it is all said and done, when I wrap my arms around your throat in the Hangman’s Clutch and you struggle to breathe...the last things that you will hear before everything goes to black will be my voice reminding you that you were never worthy of my title. I gave you a chance to take this match seriously before, just like Justice will….but instead you wanted to make it all about yourself and not what this title is about, thus you’re unworthy to *ever* be the Pride champion on my or anyone else’s watch.

Jacob then reaches next to him and holds up the Pride of One Wrestling Movement championship which he then drapes across his left shoulder with a nod.

Jacob Striker: Justice, I’m looking forward to facing you in the ring again...I’ll see you and the unworthy later.

Jacob then stands up as the screen cuts out.

We open up inside of the locker room of Jenn Drew and Rei Park. The two of them are sitting there, chatting a little bit as there’s a sudden knock on the door. The two of them look up and then at the door, a look of annoyance of being interrupted by somebody on their faces. Jenn gets up from her chair and walks over to the door, opening it up before her expression turns from one of annoyance to a smile coming across her face as she looks out. It is then we see Kaede Tanabe standing on the other side.

Jenn Drew: Kaede, I thought you were never going to show up! Get that ass in here and meet my friend, Rei.

There’s a mixed reaction from the audience as Kaede beams a smile back at Jenn from behind her rose tinted sunglasses. Dressed from head to toe in a soft pink skirt suit, the young Japanese woman steps into the locker room.

Kaede Tanabe: Jenn! Hello, love!

She greets her client with a friendly peck on the cheek as she enters, promptly turning to Rei then and offering her hand out.

Kaede Tanabe: Rei, darling! How lovely to finally meet you! Tanabe Kaede but please call me Kaede or Kae.

Rei Park: こんにちは. It’s nice to finally meet you as well. Jenn said she had someone she wanted me to meet and well, I didn’t think it was you. But hey, another person from Tokyo. Well, I was born in Tokyo but spent most of my life in Seoul.

She gives a slight bow to Kaede as a smile slowly makes its way onto her face.

Rei Park: I’m sure you’ve heard of the predicament with my title win.

Kaede rolls her eyes, not at Rei particularly but at the idea of the controversy revolving around the Pride of 1WM Championship. Kaede touches Rei’s arm reassuringly.

Kaede Tanabe: Oh, honey, yes I have. Trust me, and that is one of the first priorities I intend to straighten out, now that I’m here. In fact!

Kaede turns, dramatic like - the way only a diva would - and looks right at the camera. She lifts one hand and tilts her rose shades down the bridge of her nose.

Kaede Tanabe: Since we have a camera here, I’ll say this directly to whoever the hell I need to address. Not sure if it’s Cedric Southern or some imp he might have in charge - pardon me, I’m still new but rest assured, I’ll figure out who all of you assholes are - but, where do you get off punishing the rightful champion for something completely out of her control? Furthermore, how do you intend on sorting this shit out? I don’t see you punishing that backwoods Missouri bitch at all. “Justice Cross.”

Kaede snorts through her nose and waves her hand dismissively at the camera, turning back to Rei.

Kaede Tanabe: You? Hold onto that belt. It’s rightfully yours and, by One’s standards, I’ll see to it that they agree very soon; even if it means we have to beat it into someone’s head. You can ask Jenni here, I take care of my people. You’ll both be rocking gold before this month is out. Jenni! I hope you’ve said all good things about me!

She looks at Jenn with a playful smile. Jenn laughs and nods her head, just looking over at Kaede.

Jenn Drew: Of course. Like I’d say anything bad about you, darling. You know how to get things done around here. You know how to get respect and how to manage champions. Hell, you figured out how to wrangle me in, so there’s something to be said for that. But tonight, hell, I don’t know what to say about tonight. The fact that I was a last minute substitute for a cluster of a tag match? Oh, or how about the fact that despite both of her challengers being booked just before a World Title Match, our champion, Arley Kirk, isn’t? What does that say about management? What does that say about her? Seriously, are they scared that a fresh Jenn Drew is going to take the title from the poster girl of One Wrestle? Are they afraid that Kirk might injure herself more than she already is heading into this match? What is it? You can’t tell me it’s just a coincidence that Griffin and I are both booked and in the same match tonight ahead of the Legendary main event.

Rei Park: I still have the belt in my possession even though I was declared not the champion. I would really like to know who Justice is giving favors to for this to have happened. She hasn’t earned it. She’s constantly distracted in matches, doubting her own tag team partners and losing left, right and center. A stone is more deserving of a title shot than she is. And you don’t want to get me started on the predicament with Jenn’s title. We’d be here for days.

Sighing, Rei takes a seat and sticks a section of her hair behind her ear.

Rei Park: I will say this though, Griffin Hawkins needs to stop living in the 80s and I’m sure that everyone is tired of seeing Arley with the title. Jenn is deserving cause she’s hungry, she’s got the drive and she’s more deserving of a halfwit like Griffin. We’ve both been short changed since getting those title shots and we’ve shown that we are better than the champions. Hell, I’ve bested Jacob Striker twice now. Third time is going to be the charm… I’ll make sure about that. And I think you’ll make sure that happens right? Because if it doesn’t… Justice is going to get served… perhaps in a few ways.

Kaede Tanabe: Well, let’s be honest: who hasn’t bested Jacob Striker? And Griffin Hawkins?

Kaede makes a face and looks to Jenn, twiddling her index fingers.

Kaede Tanabe: I’m not sure even I could fix that little disaster he walks around in. But! Bright side!

She claps her hands together, getting a devious little smile on her face.

Kaede Tanabe: We’ve got the two best talents on this roster and the greatest mind any of these people have ever seen all working together. You lovelies don’t sweat a thing and leave management to me. While I’m handling that, you two keep doing what you do best: make sure these pieces of garbage never forget who the Seoul Queens are!

Jenn pats Kaede on the back before putting and arm around both ladies and grinning.

Jenn Drew: Well, if this past week was any indication, I’ve done a good job of riling everyone up in this main event tonight. One Wrestle expects someone like me, someone who has never been afraid to speak out and say what’s on her mind to sit back and play the good little soldier and be happy with any bone they throw my way. No, that’s not how I work. First it was Griffin being added to my title match, one that I earned by eliminating him. Then they just decide to throw me into this match after Soloman gets his dumb ass suspended.

Jenn looks over at Kaede for a moment then over at Rei.

Jenn Drew: Management doesn’t want to see the Seoul Queens on top, that much has been made apparent with some of the decisions they’ve made lately. They don’t want two, hungry, brash, top level talents to be the ones walking around with the gold. No, they want some goody good little girl and whatever the hell Striker is being the ones representing this company. They’re lucky I enjoy a good payday, because that’s the only reason I’m stepping foot out there tonight for this match. I think she’s got some twisted obsession with me, she’s always up my ass.

Rei Park: Well that’s clearly an understatement… them not wanting us on top. I think it’s because they play their favorites and we don’t kiss ass… or in Justice’s case suc… I’m not going to go there. But you get what I’m saying. I also really wouldn’t call Justice a goody two shoes… more like some haggard old maid who clings to something that once was… and will never be again.

Rei sighs again, clearly distraught over the events that unfolded.

Rei Park: In regards to the main event, I have friends on both teams so I’m staying neutral, and I’ll cheer for both sides. Well no, I’ll cheer for Coda and Jenn… screw everyone else, especially those two newbie losers. I’m more suited to be in the main event than those two chuckleheads.

Kaede Tanabe: It’s a crime that you’re not, really but like we’ve been saying: “management.”

She makes quotation marks with her fingers.

Kaede Tanabe: Alas, though, you two loves just keep your eyes on the ball. Show these bitches who you are, what you do, and what you can take. When all’s said and done, Seoul Queens are gonna be on top of the One Wrestle Movement.

Kaede turns directly to the camera and tilts her rose tinted shades down with a smug smile.

Kaede Tanabe: And you can take that...to the bank.

The three women all smile as the scene slowly fades out.

Alex Slayer is stalking around backstage after his match, looking for something or someONE as the other two thirds of the Shinigami Foundation in David Belmont and Amanda Belnades come running up, David grabs his partners right arm and spins him around to look at him and he does not look happy.

David Belmont: DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT?!

Alex Slayer: What was what about?

David Belmont: That fucking beat down that you put down on the Dog Pound, that’s what!! Look I know that you’re a little bit pissed off about what happened at the last show…

Alex’s eyes narrow very sharply and he grabs David by the shoulders and then slams him against the near-by wall with enough force that it makes Amanda gasp in surprise.

Alex Slayer: Those little bitches snuck one past us because I…*WE*...were too busy trying to be the heroes, Davey boy! Didn’t you see what that tramp and a half Angelita said, hrm?

Amanda walks up and then slowly puts a hand onto Alex’s right arm, looking at her charge and friend with a concerned but nervous look on her face.

Amanda Belnades: David and I both did...everyone in the Foundation did, Alex. But they’re just words, no reason to flip out and all that on everyone.

Alex Slayer: I got enough of that bullshit, Amanda, from certain mealy mouthed motherfuckers from that other place...and I refuse to let some little half ass, no talent bitches here in *my* backyard of One Wrestling Movement pull that kind of bullshit!!

Before anything more can be said suddenly Alex’s head snaps back as he lets out a growl of pain as he releases David and Amanda steps back a few steps as the camera then pulls back to reveal the source of Alex’s pain is none other than Jacob Striker who spins Alex around to face him before he grabs the back of Alex’s head and places his forehead against his.

Jacob Striker: So, you’re starting to see things *my* way finally?

Alex’s eyes narrow ever so slightly before he licks his lips and nods a couple of times.

Alex Slayer: Yeah.

Jacob Striker: Felt good to finally cut loose didn’t? I mean you can still be the talented badass just as fate has intended you to be...but you can’t do it while keeping your inner demon locked down and devoid of the pleasures of experience, Alexander.

Alex Slayer: Perhaps...I just thought maybe you were bullshitting me all those months ago..and then fucking that drippy shit happened a month back…

Jacob Striker: Listen...don’t let that BS get to you, my brother. Those fools didn’t know what they had, but the powers that be here in this place...they do and you know it. You and the rest of the Foundation just have to believe in the old ultraviolence just a little bit more.

David suddenly muscles into the picture by forcing Jake away from Alex and the Pride of One Wrestling Movement champion and the “Viking of Heavy Metal Style” have a stand off in the middle of the backstage area.

David Belmont: Look, I don’t know what kind of bullshit that you’re trying to pull here on my partner, Striker, but ya need to stop before I stomp that black little heart out of the back of your chest!

Jake, even with a look of pure murder in his eyes, can’t help but smile at David.

Jacob Striker: That’s cute, Davey. Real cute. I’m not trying to get into anyone’s head, if anything and I do mean *anything*, I’m trying to get Alex to stop worrying and just be himself...after all, that’s what we do, isn’t?

David’s eyes narrow sharply at the question before he turns and looks over at Amanda for a moment before turning to look back at Jake.

David Belmont: Yeah, that’s what friends and partners do…

Jake lets out a mirthful chuckle much to the surprise of David.

Jacob Striker: I guess...that’s one way of looking at it. Just remember what I said, Alex, remember that and everything will take care of itself, brother.

Jake then tosses a wave to the Foundation before he turns and walks away, leaving a now suddenly much calmer Alex Slayer behind with his tag team partners as the screen cuts to black.

The Dog Pound (Tom Torch/Bradley Alford) vs. The Shinigami Foundation (Alex Slayer/David Belmont)

Alex steps into the ring to get things started for his team. Bradley and Tom both look at one another for a moment before nodding---Bradley deciding that he’s going to get things started for the Dog Pound. The referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Bradley turns to respond to a booing fan---only to have Alex run at him from behind. He blasts Bradley in the back of the head with a clubbing blow that sends him stumbling. Alex follows it up with a second before spinning Bradley around. Alex powers Bradley onto his shoulders and slams him down to the mat with a Samoan drop. Bradley starts to drag himself back up to his feet. Alex bounces off of the ropes and gets ready to strike. Bradley notices and ducks out of the way, rolling to the floor and trying to regroup. Tom hops down to give his partner some words of support.

Ruby Kirk: Heh. No matter how old you are, a pep talk is a many splendid thing!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Shut up, Kirk.

Ruby Kirk: No you shut up, D'Aboozo. I'm having fun here and this is a kickass match!

Bradley steps back into the ring as Alex immediately runs over. Alex catches Bradley with an elbow shot that knocks him groggy. Alex bounces off of the ropes and builds up speed for a clothesline. Before he can get close, Bradley cuts him off with an enziguri! The impact knocks Alex groggy, though he remains on his feet. He charges at Bradley to try again---this time getting caught with a hiptoss for his efforts! Bradley bounces off of the ropes and lands on Alex with a senton! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

ONE
TWO

Alex powers out!

Bradley grabs hold of Alex and tries to drag him back up to his feet. Alex uses his strength advantage to shove Bradley away. Alex pulls Bradley in toward him and begins to pound away on him with a series of forearm strikes. He hoists Bradley into the air and slams him to the mat with a vertical suplex! Alex grabs Bradley and drags him over toward his corner of the ring, tagging David into the match. David steps into the ring as he stops and glares up the ramp. The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, stand out at the top of the entranceway stage and watch the action in the ring.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Well, this is interesting…

Ruby Kirk: What are they doing out here?!

David shakes his head and delivers a clubbing blow to Bradley’s back. He follows it up with a second and then a third. David then effortlessly hoists Bradley into the air and holds him high above his head. David turns his attention toward the Headhunters and shakes his head, yelling out at them.

Marci D'Abruzzo: You’d assume the Headhunters are out here to scout the competition and maybe it has something to do with everything being tweeted on social media?

Ruby Kirk: It has almost EVERYTHING to do with everything being tweeted on social media!

David continues to walk around the ring with Bradley high above his head. Bradley takes advantage of the brief opening that the showmanship gave him, clawing at David’s eyes. David drops Bradley to the mat and stumbles for a moment while recovering his vision. He then turns around and gets hit with a superkick! David crashes to the mat. Bradley stumbles over toward his corner of the ring and tags Tom into the match!

Ruby Kirk: Torch's time now and he's gon' make the most of it!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Woah..wait..

Tom steps into the ring as the two members of the Dog Pound line themselves up with David. Before they can even get into position for a double team move, Alex steps into the ring and hits Bradley from behind, knocking him out to the floor. Tom pauses for a moment to go help his partner before turning his attention back toward David. Tom charges and gets slammed to the mat with a spinning side slam! David hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

ONE
TWO
TH~

Ruby Kirk: Tom kicks out!

David pounds away on him while dragging Tom back up to his feet. David delivers a massive kick to his ribs that nearly sends Tom to the mat. He then pulls Tom in and locks him into a hammerlock! He points up the ramp to the Headhunters and yells. The Headhunters both look at one another and nod. The two look like they’re about to make their way down the ramp so David briefly releases his hold on Tom. This proves to be a mistake as Tom leaps into the air and catches David by surprise with a knee strike! David stumbles around as Bradley also notices the opening and shoves Alex into the ring post! Alex hits the floor and Bradley slides into the ring. He and Tom both nod at one another.

Ruby Kirk: I ain't liking the look of this..

Marci D'Abruzzo: You don't like the look of anything fun, dangerous or different!

Bradley and Tom charge forward and connect with stereo superkicks!

Ruby Kirk: OH JEEZ!!

Alford rolls out and Tom hooks the leg as he covers.

ONE
TWO
THREE!!!

Mari Moon: The winners of this match, Bradley Alford, Tom Torch - THE DOOOOGGG POOOOUNNNND!

Ruby Kirk: I think they just about kicked Slayer's head off with that one! Solid work by both teams but a brutal dual superkick nets Dog Pound the dubya here in Chicago!

The Dog Pound quickly exits the ring. The two stop as they make their way up the ramp to glare at the Headhunters, who shrug and ignore their presence. Bradley and Tom continue to celebrate as the show cuts to a commercial break.

1WM Tag Team Championship Match
The Connelly Twins (Angelita Henderson/Kylie Connelly) vs. The Master Sisters (Moonlight Master/Aurora Master)

Mari Moon: The following is a 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!

"Love to the Beat" by Warner Chappell Production Music plays as the Connelly Twins, Kylie Henderson and Angelita Connelly, make their way to the ring.

Ruby Kirk: Ugh. Not the damn Connelly twins. I need a midol or ten..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Don't you DARE disrespect my gals, Kirk! Another word and you're gonna be sippin' ya meals through a straw after I tell 'em all about it!

“Love is a Parasite” by Blanck Mass plays as the Master Sisters, Moonlight and Aurora Master, make their way down to the ring.

Mari Moon: And the 1WM Tag Team Champions...THE MASTERR S..

Before Mari can finish the introductions, the Master Sisters are blasted from behind by David Belmont with a steel chair. Inside the ring, Alex Slayer jumps in and hits both Connelly Twins with his own steel chair.

Ruby Kirk: What in the hell?!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Woah-ho! I didn't know these goofs had it in 'em! Look at em go! I love this!

Alex and David nail both sets of sisters in the back again before running through the crowd when security arrive on the scene.

Ruby Kirk: What a senseless assault on both teams by the Shinigami Foundation! Talk about sore losers!

Trainers and EMTs arrive to help the four wounded women to the back as security watches on to make sure the Shinigami Foundation can’t come back for seconds.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Get these damn security personnel outta the way! I wanna see the Shinz crack the Connellys and the Master sisters' hollow heads together!

Ruby Kirk: You're just as injust and brutal as they are, D'Abruzzo!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Fuckin' aye I am, Kirk. And y'all enjoy every minute of it. But I can't keep y'all entertained all night, we got a show to run and...what?

Without warning, the lighting which normally illuminates the Wintrust Arena went out and the fans seated seemingly don't know what to make of what they are witnessing. The scene we are immediately confronted with on the 1Tron is of a group of heavily wounded men of war, trudging through the body piles and debris of what is, at least in their minds, yet another senseless battle.

Lt. Donohue: Men. Listen to me. Understand something very important.

With everyone of a higher rank having perished in the fracas, the responsibility landed on the decorated shoulders of a certain someone.

Lt. Donohue: I ain't about to piss in your pockets. The outlook is grim if we're to get out of here in one piece, period.

Standing out like a sore thumb at the very front of the pack, and quite a lot smaller than most of his frontline, is a battle worn and bloodied Lash Donohue. Or, Lieutenant Donohue as he was known. Donohue bravely sums up the situation, and attempts to rally his beaten troops as they trudge beside him.

"We may be exhausted, we may be starving and bleeding to death. Some of us are missing limbs. More of us still? Some brave souls gave themselves to the ongoing war. They made the ultimate sacrifice, man! As I'm certain that we may ourselves.."

Lash trails off and pauses. Several mournful choruses of hymns bounce around through this utterly crestfallen party in this utterly dire situation. Donohue ain't about to stop what may just be keeping people sane. Still, his instructions had to come through loud and clear.

Lt. Donohue: We may be running on fumes, yet we must keep up the vigilance which got us this far, damn it. I want you all ready to unsheath your weapons at a half a second's notice. And that's an order!

As if on cue, the party can see over the cliffside that they are about to be set upon by a horde of angry, vengeful mercenary forces from the opposing army. Lash's eyes narrow as he steps forward onto the edge of the cliff face and pronounces the intentions of his men going forward. Lash really had to project his voice to ensure that these men know what the score is.

Lt. Donohue: Go home. Go now! In peace!

As Donohue's voice echoes through the hills, he knows that what he is doing right now is as just as he could muster. Despite giving them opportunity after opportunity to turn on their heels and walk away, this somewhat fearless horde presses on up the other side of the mountain.

Lt. Donohue: If you do not go now, you will be buried at the foot of these hills!

The resolve in certain members of the offending party seems to weaken in this moment, yet they press on regardless.

Lt. Donohue: I've seen enough blood…

Lash Donohue hung his head at this point. A single solitary tear rolls down his cheek and makes a tiny pool in the dust at his feet.

Lt. Donohue: Though, if you want more? Then, we cannot stop you. We can only warn you…

Several metallic sliding noises emanate from the close vicinity. This is not going to end well for anyone, or anything. As Lash spots the first of the opposing army appear at the top of their hill, he makes a beeline. Eyes narrowed, bloody sword drawn.

Lt. Donohue: It's gonna be your blood, NOT OURS!

With that, there are several battle cries from both sides as the two armies charge forward. By instinct, Lash sidesteps a blow from an enemy soldier before deftly bringing the sword up and under the other guy's chin with a blow which seemingly just about severs this guy's head, coating both Lash and the lens in a thick sheen of bright red blood.

Lt. Donohue: I WARNED YOU!!!

And suddenly, as intrusively as the vivid dream presented itself, Lash quickly sat bolt upright in the dark nothingness which was the early AM in his Chicago hotel room. This nothingness is what wakes Lash Donohue up in a panicked, cold sweat on this morning in March, 2021 and not at the forefront of what he thought was an eighteenth century battlefield. This initial scene closes out on the sound of Lash Donohue hyperventilating in the darkness. The fans in the arena STILL don't know what to think, and they're quite vocal about it by now.

Time/Date: 6:15 PM, 03/15/2022
Place: Wintrust Arena parking lot, Chicago IL.
Camera: ON

The first scene closes out, and there is something of a warm reaction as we are now greeted with LD, all suited up, seated on the hood of his orange '71 Corvette. A serene smile pokes out from under his ridiculously oversized neon rimmed sunglasses, and Lash gets a small cheer as he lowers the glasses and tips his oversized purple top hat.

Lash Donohue: Yo. I ain't gonna piss around here..

There's a bigger pop for this statement.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Geez, I hope not. Let's get this asshole outta here.

Lash Donohue: Large..

There's a chuckle as Lash grips his crotch.

Lash Donohue: And in charge! You better believe it. Heck. Someone has to take it upon themselves and give the team I call "Cream of f*ckwit soup" a ray of goddamn hope, people!

This controversial statement, although live censored, gets a huge mixed reaction from the Chicago fans. Some laugh, some cheer, some hate his guts. Lash's face slowly turns somewhat dark as he flicks the glasses up onto his hat.

Lash Donohue: I'm goddamn serious, too. These chuckleheads want to go into this twelve person bout with their heads jammed up each other's rectums like pro wrestling's human centipede, and they wanna have a hope in hell to take down Coda?

There's a massive pop for this name!

Lash Donohue: They think they can tangle with the likes of Griffin freakin' Hawkins when he's on a roll?! They're underestimating the ass out of the true power of Ursula Von Rossbach, and making light of the damage she is oh so capable of inflicting on their dumb asses?

Lash bursts out laughing. It's a knee slapping, shoulder shrugging big ol' belly laugh. He manages to compose himself, however.

Lash Donohue: These entitled FOOLS I call teammates. What did I do to deserve them?

Lash holds up his hand and grins as he rolls his eyes when the Wintrust Arena begins speaking at once about the various things that Lash probably did to find himself here.

Lash Donohue: Alright. Okay. It's whatever, yeah..

He smirks as he waits for Chicago to die down a little.

Lash Donohue: It's a pretty damn good thing, in my opinion, that I don't give a fat rat's ass about any of these goons. It's a small comfort when I basically have the weight of the world on my shoulders against a formidable crew. This is gonna hurt..

A small laugh builds as Lash raises both eyebrows a few times and gives them the cheesiest grin before wrapping this up.

Lash Donohue: But lawd knows. I'ma freakin' like it. Hah. But on the real? Don't take the clown shoe nature of my 'cohorts' for gospel on how this match is gonna turn out. I'm here to work my ass to the bone like I always do. I'm coming to fight. We're gonna come out on top, if I freakin have to do it myself!

A cheer rises for this statement. Lash nods, appreciatively.

Lash Donohue: Rest assured, Griff and co. While I may have a level of respect for you all? That only means that I'ma uppercut you into next month as opposed to the routine next week! You all know I'm cunning and freakin' crazy enough to commit to this. Mmm. It just farts in the face of my 'squad' and their inability to commit to a damn thing and their probably being unable to organize a f*ck in a whore house between them, don't it?

Lash snickers and offers one final smirk as although there's heavy censorship, everyone knows what he said, and the laughter in the arena builds.

Lash Donohue: Not a damn thing is fair in love OR war. I'll see you all out there!

Lash pops his glasses back down on his face, gathers his coat around him and tips his hat one final time before wandering offscreen.

Back to a continuation of the pre-recorded meeting, Erick St. John takes a swig from a water bottle he took from the center table before addressing the group for the first time.

Erick St. John: Are you guys done over-analyzing these ass clowns?

He ensures to look at the eyes of every person at the table with a certain intent. He ends his gaze at UVR.

Erick St. John: I said I’d come to listen. I’ve heard enough. With all due respect, Ursula, but you sound more like a team general manager spewing out analytics than the killing machine you profess to be. I respect your preparedness as it’s worked for you. But people like me and Griff and the Fallen Angels, we didn’t earn our success looking for conspiracy theories or moles in our midst. Yes, Solomon is a bright mind with the brawn to support it, but he didn’t choose these ass clowns because they’re the sharpest tools in the shed. He chose them because they have talent, they’re brash, and they’re stupid. Solomon needs soldiers, and these ass clowns were right up his alley. He’s not going to choose individuals that are smarter than him otherwise they’re a threat to him.

He looks at Griff and the Fallen Angels for any reaction. He then returns his attention to UVR and Coda.

Erick St. John: Now me? I have come to accept that I’m not the most talented nor the most intelligent person in 1WM. And with the exception of Lash, I believe the most talented and smartest are you and Coda. You have what it takes to carry the burden of the next generation of pro wrestlers. But as much as we can’t rely on our past laurels, you can’t be looking for zombies in the closet and relying on the scientific method to give you the edge over them. You have to trust your gut.

Erick pauses to see if anything he’s saying is registering. Coda nods in approval, allowing Erick to continue as he pleased.

Erick St. John: Do I believe Solomon’s injury? No. As you’ve correctly deduced, it’s a ploy. But Sol is also smart enough to do things on his own without including the rest of the Krappy Kartel in his plans. They’re already doing what he expected them to do… act like jackasses. Remember, Solomon doesn’t give a fuck about the next generation. He just wants to embarrass and then destroy it. How do I know this? It’s a gut feeling. But…

The pause is pregnant with caution.

Erick St. John: Lash and Jenn are the wild cards here. I’m more concerned about those two than anyone else. They may come off as indifferent about this match, but they’re brooding. I’ve been in the ring with both of them, and present company aside, those two are future pillars. But what makes them dangerous is that they are underrated and underestimated by more than just 1WM. And so they have a chip on their shoulder that isn’t making a scene like the Kartel. They are sleeping volcanoes getting ready to explode and destroy anyone in their paths. Do. Not. Take your eyes off either of them. If anyone can derail the progress I’ve seen in this company since coming back, it’s Lash and Jen. Respect them, but don’t trust them. Y’all are some of the best of the best, and that’s why I believe a renaissance is coming to our sport. We just have to guide it into place. Understand? Young and old can co-exist. It just needs us to trust our guts. We’re all human, right?

Erick winks at Ursula and smirks at her.

Erick St. John: Well… most of us.

Ursula offers a nod to Erick, lowering her hands from the steeped position to a simple clasp upon the tabletop.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Indeed. I would rather be over than under-prepared. You have been in the wrestling industry longer than I have and know full well how far some individuals will go to scheme their way to victory.

She then rises from her seat and leans forward with both hands planted firmly upon the tabletop.

Ursula Von Rossbach: Analysis helps, certainly, but more often than not, the simple act of preparation is not enough. My instincts are what has carried me to success, contrary to your initial assessment, Mr. St. John. I will always analyze and strategically prepare for every opponent. This match is the first time in a very long time that I have led an entire team. I will not repeat the failures of my past by being unprepared for the war to come.

Her expression is actually legible as she looks directly into Erick’s eyes with such intense determination that it is almost overpowering.

Ursula Von Rossbach: We will succeed. They shall fall. The Renaissance begins here!

With a final exclamation point, her hand slams upon the table for added emphasis. After that, a nonverbal Coda breaks the silence with the sounds of keystrokes as she quickly types on her smartphone with her thumbs. The rest of the group glance in her direction until she finally shows her teammates what she typed in white words on a black background on the well-lit screen.

Coda’s Text: Less talk. More fight.

And the Lady Terminator smiles.

Glory 10 Main Event
12 Person tag Team Match
The Fallen Angels (Aurora Graves/Damon Graves), Symphony Of Destruction (Coda/Ursula Von Rossbach), Griffin Hawkins & Erick St. John vs. Fernando de la Fe Junior, Bodhi Bose, The Headhunters (Eric Calloway/Dexter Calloway), Jenn Drew & Lash Donohue

DING DING DING!!!

Ruby Kirk: The crowd seems pretty amped for it as it seems Erick St. John and Lash Donohue are starting this one off!

Marci D'Abruzzo: And Jenni Drew seems to be writing in that book of hers! Why the heck does she keep toting that thing around?

Without them even having to initiate it, the entire Wintrust Arena claps rhythmically. ESJ and Lash exchange a fist bump and knowing grins before locking up.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Solid go behind and waistlock takedown attempt, Lash with the single arm snapmare reversal right back at him, but ESJ with a elbow to the ribs!

All of the other competitors in this match watch on intently as Erick ensnares Lash's arm and hauls him off for an irish whip, yet Lash stands his ground and reels ESJ back in, floats over and takes him down to the mat with a precision arm trap neckbreaker.

Ruby Kirk: Holy heck that was flashy, but ESJ is feeling the effects!

While ESJ tries to regain his bearings, Lash held onto the arm and tries to transition into a fujiwara, yet he's only met with a flurry of strikes which stun him long enough to haul Lash back up and whip him into his team's corner.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tag to Damon Graves, and he ain't messing around!

The crowd gets right behind it as Damon nails Lash with a forearm in the corner and then STAGGERS him with a ripcord European uppercut!

*SMACK!!*

Lash nearly falls down, yet he shakes it off, growls and responds with a Euro cut of his own!

Ruby Kirk: OH!

This one takes Damon completely by surprise, sending him stumbling back into a neutral corner.

Lash Donohue: YEEEEEAH!!!!

The fans get right behind it as Lash makes the signal for his cannonball senton!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Nooo. Don't do this dumb shit, you moron!! You couldn't senton your way out of a paper bag!

As anyone watching can probably predict, Damon merely sidesteps, and Lash completely whiffs it, his body crashing into the corner buckles, leaving him stuck in the tree of woe. Jenni Drew smirks and writes furiously in the burn book.

Ruby Kirk: JESUS! Graves rips Lash up by the dreads, swings around and neckbreakers the kid off the top rope! Pin attempt!

ONE
TW~

Headhunters, Bodhi and Fernando were ready to dive in to break it up, but Lash gets the shoulder up. Damon knows he can't waste time, and doesn't. Damon goes to drag Lash to his feet, yet the fans are shocked as Lash deceives him and goes to reel him into an inside cradle, nearly succeeding before..

Marci D'Abruzzo: He's got the leg! LUCK RUNS OUT ALREAD..

There's a bigger pop as Lash manages to free himself via monkey flip before quickly scrambling over to get a tag to Bodhi Bose. Bodhi takes pure advantage of the currently prone Damon Graves with a series of hard stomps to the head and upper body before trying to get a cloverleaf on Graves, but Graves kicks him away, then kips up before making a beeline for Bodhi with a lariat attempt..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Bodhi ducks and hits the ropes..

The fans are in awe as Bodhi snarls and tries to take Damon's head off with his big boot, yet Graves catches the leg, swings him back around and uses his momentum to drill him with a tilt-a-whirl powerbomb right in the middle!

ONE
T~

Crowd: BOOOOOO!

The fans hate Dexter and Fernando for it as they storm in, break up he pin attempt and start raining stomps down on Graves before dragging him to his feet and Irish whipping him..

Ruby Kirk: This don't look good for Graves..

The fans are on their feet as Damon bounces back and takes Fernando and Dexter out with a flying double clothesline, sending them sprawling to the outside. Graves sees Bodhi starting to stir and he quickly hauls him to his feet in a headlock before dragging him over to the corner and tagging in Aurora who immediately gets to work on hauling Bodhi up into an abdominal stretch, yet he breaks free via sending Aurora sailing with an overhead belly to belly suplex, quickly scrambling over to get the tag to Fernando!

Ruby Kirk: Oh hasn't Fernando been waiting for THIS opportunity!

The fans BOOO as Fernando lays in a moonstomp and then proceeds to grab Aurora by the hair and slam her face into the mat repeatedly.

Marci D'Abruzzo: He's a vicious little bastard. He's gonna do well in 1WM!

Fernando finally relents on that and tried to cinch in a kneebar, yet the fans love it as Aurora manages to break free via a flurry of punches, staggering Fernando back.

Ruby Kirk: Aurora back to her feet! Jecht shot!

A *slap* sound echoes as the Pele kick connects and Aurora scrambles over to get the tag to Griffin Hawkins, eliciting a huge pop as Griff immediately runs in and takes Fernando down with a vicious clothesline as he's getting to his feet.

Ruby Kirk: Another clothesline by Hawkins! And a standing dropkick! Haha! Fernando just can't catch a break anymore!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Standing shooting sta...OOF! Fernando pops those knees up at the last second! I don't care who you are, that HAS to hurt!

Fernando seizes the opportunity to crawl over and tag in Eric Calloway, and Dexter promptly snakes in alongside him.

Ruby Kirk: Woah, this is illegal as hell! Dual Argentine leglocks on Griffin, swing over facebuster!!

Griff seems to bounce with the impact as Eric growls and quickly goes for the cover.

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T~

The fans are once more on their feet as Griff finds it in him to kick out! Eric is FURIOUS as he gets in the face of the referee.

Ruby Kirk: Oh no. Not a repeat of L14!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh yeah, c'mon, smack that smart ass zebra!

While Eric is distracted, Griffin rears up and reels him into a roll up and turns it into a small package!

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The fans HATE it as Dexter runs in and punt kicks Griffin off of Eric to break the count.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Shut up, marks!

As Jenni once more writes in her book, the ref is distracted getting Dexter out and Eric seizes the opportunity to remove a turnbuckle pad in a neutral corner..

Ruby Kirk: What the hell is he doing?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Upping the ante. Making shit interesting. I know that's not a Kirk trait, but please stay with the program.

Before Ruby can object, Eric hauls Griff to his feet and looks to be running his head into the exposed turnbuckle, yet Griff puts his foot up and blocks at the last second, delivering a harsh back elbow which stuns Calloway. Instead of the exposed turnbuckle, Hawkins seizes Calloway in a headlock and rams his face into the waiting raised boot of Ursula Von Rossbach before getting the tag.

Ruby Kirk: You're in trouble now, baby puppy!

Ursula snarls as she unleashes on Calloway with lefts, rights and kicks before doubling him over with a knee to the gut..

Marci D'Abruzzo: We've seen this before! Sambo chokesla..wait!!

Eric manages to free himself in mid air via a sneaky kick to the stomach before letting out an angry roar and just about making Ursula spin on her heels with a discus lariat she wasn't expecting. Eric goes for another, but this time, Ursula snarls as she catches his arm and drills him with a huge Sambo russian legsweep! Cover!

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Eric kicks out right as the hand is coming down and Ursula nods as she steels herself, grabbing Calloway by the scruff of the neck and looking to haul him to his feet, but Eric fights back and tries to send Ursula for an irish whip, yet UVR was playing possom here..

Ruby Kirk: Now THAT is original!!

The crowd goes nuts as Ursula allows him to do so, and she uses the momentum to suicide dive into the other team's corner, essentially spear tackling Bodhi, Fernando and Dexter off the apron and sending them crashing against the barricade wall! Ursula quickly tries to roll back into the ring, but Calloway is waiting with that damn punt kick which stuns UVR long enough to allow Eric to haul her up, seize her in a headlock and move in to tag Jenni Drew, who...doesn't look up from that burn book for even a second as she scribbles away!

Eric Calloway: SHEEEEIIITT!!!

Erin begrudgingly tags in Lash Donohue instead and Lash is a powder keg as he steams in and launches at UVR with his flying snapmare, looking to take her over into the dragon sleeper, yet the crowd is ecstatic as UVR blocks the transition and attempts to switch up into a calf crusher, yet Lash manages to trip her up onto her backside with a sweep..

Ruby Kirk: LASH IS GOING FOR THAT DONOHUE DEATHL..WOAH!!

A spray of blood immediately shoots out of Lash's left nostril as UVR savages him with a double axe handle punch to the bridge as he grabs her legs, knocking him to his backside in a daze..

Marci D'Abruzzo: A chickenwing is a strange choice of method to haul someone up..no! WAIT! I know what she's looking for! It's..

Before Ursula can fully drag Lash up, he had gotten an arm free and manages to seize Ursula in the double underhook!

Ruby Kirk: BURY GO R~

As Lash moves to swing Ursula onto the top of her head, a show of brute strength sees Lash sent sailing with a modified butterfly backdrop hybrid! Seeing Coda eager to tag in, 100% fresh, Ursula sees it as a no brainer to tag her in!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Coda's dragging Lash to his feet!

Ruby Kirk: Is she strong enough?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Of course she is, he's tiny! Oh, and look! She even has the breathing space to bloody his nose some more with a Sonata high knee!

Coda doesn't stop there, hauling Lash up once more and sending him for an Irish whip. Coda ducks down for a backdrop, but the crowd perks up as Lash cartwheels over her back and accidentally knocks Jenni off the apron as she furiously scribbles away!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Thar she blows!

The crowd perks up as Lash springboards and comes back with a hurricanrana, but..

Marci D'Abruzzo: BRUTAL SIT OUT POWERBOMB by CODA! Unexpected! Cover!

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THR..

The crowd is intense as Lash gets the shoulder up right on time. Coda takes a deep breath as she drags the groggy Donohue up once more and sends him into the corner with an Irish whip. Coda looks slightly uncertain as she looks around, and then she hauls Lash up onto the top rope. Another running Sonata knee sees Lash waver and his head slump.

Ruby Kirk: Coda's climbing! Great show of strength hauling Lash up onto her shoulders!

The fans are on their feet once more as they catch Lash managing to fight his way free, and then..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Sunset flip bomb from the top rope! Lash with the cover!

The fans on the side closest start to SCREAM at Jenni as she comes up from under the apron and holds Coda's legs down!

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THREE!!

DING DING DING!!!

Ruby Kirk: NO WAY!!!

Mari Moon: The winners of this match, as result of a pinfall, the team of Lash Donohue, Bodhi Bose, Jenn Drew, Fernando de la Fè Jr and THE HEAAADHUNTERRRS!!

Lash sits up stunned as 'seventeen girls' hits the system, and the entire opposing team looks STUNNED and FURIOUS at what just happened! Coda is furious too, and Jenni immediately makes a beeline for the backstage area with Coda in hot pursuit, and a scowling, red faced UVR following shortly thereafter. Griffin and Fallen Angels try desperately to explain to the ref the mishap, but the decision is final and it's too late! The crowd roundly BOOO!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Coda's gonna kill you!

Ruby Kirk: Yeah, I hope Ursula eats that little book worm for dessert!

Lash looks really unhappy about it as he realizes what happened just now, but the Headhunters, Bodhi and Fernando are jumping around, laughing at the other side and celebrating.

Ruby Kirk: Wh...the CHEEK of Jenn Drew! What a conniving bitch she is! I'll go record to say she's even worse than YOU, D'Abruzzo!

Lash looks to Griff, Erick, Damon and Aurora sadly and then hangs his head and turns to his so-called teammates who are no help at all. Lash finds himself hauled up on the shoulders of Fernando and Bodhi in a very mocking rendition of the "MVP" seat.

Marci D'Abruzzo: What the hell are you frowning for? That was a hell of a win!

Ruby Kirk: He obviously didn't want to win like THIS, Marci!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Who cares how you did it? Point is they did it!

Ruby Kirk: I guess you have a point there. Look, Onedubbers, by hook or by crook - Solomon's squad got it over a formidable unit tonight. This is definitely going to change the face of 1WM for weeks to come.

It seems like a melee is about to begin between the remaining combatants in the ring as they get in each other's faces and scream at each other, and the referee is doing his darndest to break it all up.

Ruby Kirk: I feel it's time we close out this broadcast before someone gets hurt. So on behalf of my moronic commentary partner and One Wrestle Movement, I'ma go ahead and bid y'all adieu. This has been one hell of a night of wrestling.

There is one final wide shot of a BOOOing arena before the 1WM logo shows up on screen and Glory X closes out.