Post by Legal Department on Mar 31, 2021 18:57:56 GMT -8
The feed starts up outside of the Rogers Arena as a black SUV pulls up to the arena and a moment later we see the “Real Rock’n’Rolla” himself, Jacob Striker, get out of the driver’s side where he is followed close at hand by two other figures who follow Pro Wrestling Nova television in the forms of Robert Garcia and Uiriamu Minami, but the “Hustle Supernova” is currently on crutches, and Jake is handed his Pride of One Wrestling Movement championship by Garcia.
Robert Garcia: You got this, you know that partner?
Jacob Striker: I know that, brother.
Uiriamu Minami: So what’s the game plan though?
Jake stops and looks at his friend, his face slowly breaking out into a truly evil grin.
Jacob Striker: Why to go forth and kick a little ass with my good brothers, of course! But most importantly, just focus on the job at hand.
Robert Garcia: Then maybe crack a couple of Fosters afterwards?
Jacob Striker: Yeah, win or lose...I owe you guys that much.
Robert Garcia: Alrighty then, lead on my brother because those asses aren’t going to kick themselves!
The camera feed then cuts as Jake and company enter the arena.
The shaky camera heads backstage to find Jenn Drew in a full sprint through the hallway labyrinth. In her desperation, she slyly shoves a crew member into her pursuer’s path in an attempt to slow her down while she turns a corner. Coda comes into view, her speed halted as she tries to avoid hurting the technician. The Pint-Sized Kaiju dodges the best she can and stumbles around the sharp curve in her hunt for the woman who cost her team the victory at Glory 10 by holding Coda’s feet down from outside the ring during a pin.
Taj: Coda’s gonna kill you, Jenn!
America: Watch your tongue, Taj! You’re talking about the next 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, after all! The strategy Jenn employed that night is called an apron double leg cradle. Making use of a little physics principle called leverage, it’s technical mastery at its finest with an emphasis on teamwork.
Taj Hennessey-Monroe rolls her eyes heavily at her tattooed broadcast partner while many 1WM roster members watch on as the chase continues. Once the Seoul Samurai closes in on the Seoul Queen like a hunter and her prey, Jenn’s caught with a tackle takedown! Mounted above her, Coda lays in a few punches with her modified fingerless grappling gloves while the crowd cheers heavily! It’s short-lived, though. The wiley high flyer manages to slip out of the full mount by twisting their positions to her advantage and then scurries in the opposite direction as quickly as she can!
Taj: She got a few good hits in, America. Will that affect her chances in the triple threat main event later this evening against Griffin Hawkins and reigning champion Arley Kirk?
America: Of course not!
Coda gives chase once more, not satisfied with the few punches that connected with her newfound rival’s face. Jenn tosses a few things over, creating some obstacles in the way of Coda as she turns the corner and heads into her locker room, locking the door shut behind her as Coda catches up and starts to pound on the door in frustration.
Familiar Voice: Be careful. 1WM may fine you five thousand dollars for bruising the paint, Ms. Coda.
She looks over her shoulder to find her tag team partner, Ursula Von Rossbach, seated in a folding chair and casually reading an unmarked book. Ursula is dressed in more casual attire; a black muscle shirt, pants, and combat boots. Her hands are clearly taped, an indication of her purpose here tonight.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Besides, your hands may be required tonight, and I would prefer them to be in working, optimal condition.
Coda smiles faintly, then follows her friend down the corridor as Legendary 15 continues.
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY FIFTEEN “HELLS FREEZES OVER”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: You’d think it’d be ALOT colder here in Canada but it’s actually not that bad.
Taj: Well if it were cold I can guarantee that inside the Rogers Arena things are going to get hot as Hell now that Legendary Fifteen is underway.
America: That was really lame, chick.
Taj: I thought it was a good play on words. Anyway, we have a great night of wrestling action starting with four debut matches.
America: El Diablo Blanco, Alexandria Kruse, Keiji Sugiwara, Chris Crippler, Kevin Hunter, and The Rebel Rousers, Chase Evans and Teddy Morse. That’s ALOT of damn people showing up in 1WM at one time.
Taj: It is indeed, America. But the influx of new talent is the lifeblood of the company. Without them we’d be out of a job.
America: Maybe you but not me. I’m always going to get to the bag.
Taj: To headline the night we have three Three Way matches for the three championships we have.
America: Jacob Striker, the Pride of 1WM Champion, defends his title against Rei Park and Justice Cross. If Jacob doesn’t completely demolish these two chicks, I think my faith in humanity will be lost forever.
Taj: Following that the Master Sisters, Moonlight and Aurora, will defend the Tag Team Championship against the Connelly Twins, Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly, and the Shinigami Foundation, David Belmont and Alex Slayer.
America: Unless you say that the Headhunters are getting a much deserved title match, none of those teams matter to me.
Taj: And in the main event Arley Kirk will once again defend her World Heavyweight Champion but this time she puts it all on the line against Griffin Hawkins and Jenn Drew.
America: How in the hell did Griffin sneak his way into this match? Don’t answer because everyone knows that being buddy buddy with the Kirks will get you where you clearly don’t belong!
Taj: Now you don’t believe that, America?
America: The hell I don’t! If Griffin somehow pulls out a miracle and wins tonight it’ll be worse than Arley’s reign. Jenn is our saving grace.
Taj: Now that my colleague has gotten that off her chest, let’s get on with Legendary Fifteen “Hell Freezes Over”.
Backstage in the Rogers Arena El Diablo Blanco can be seen preparing himself for his match. He's leaned over tying up his New Balance running shoes when Butterscotch Monroe approaches him.
Butterscotch Monroe: El Diablo, welcome to One Wrestle Movement. I know the announcement of your debut here in the promotion came with short notice but we're certainly happy to have you aboard.
El Diablo Blanco stands up and fist bumps Butterscotch Monroe.
El Diablo Blanco: I'm happy to be here, Sister. I said it before and I'll say it again. Sometimes life closes a door on you. You're left without options. You're left as nothing more than dust in the wind, Sister. Well, let me tell you something. In that moment you need to take options into your own hands and break down a wall like the Kool-Aid Man and create opportunity.
Butterscotch Monroe: Take us up to speed if you will. There are many backstage that are aware of you and what you've come to accomplish but there are many that either only know you by name or know nothing of you. We're mere moments away from your debut. Let the world know why we should keep our eyes on The Backyard Phenom known as El Diablo Blanco.
El Diablo Blanco: To make a short story shorter, I've only been in the biz a little more than a year, Sister. I've spent the last twenty plus years wrestling on the backyard circuit.
Butterscotch Monroe: I'm sorry. There's a backyard circuit?
El Diablo Blanco: Oh yeah, there is, Sister. Just in my town alone in the suburbs of Chi-Town we've got the Backyard Wrestling Alliance, Neighborhood Xtreme Wrestling, World Wrestling Entertainment of Ridge Avenue…. they're the smallest fed in town though, Sister. I could go on for hours but let me break it down for you. Here I am a 34 year old man wrestling in people's backyards for no pay; only for the love of the game, Sister. I believe it was the great David Wooderson that said, "I get older, they stay the same age." Unfortunately, for this situation, Sister, it ain't a good thing. 34 year old man suplexing these 14-18 year old kids through plywood tables and I'm the first that needs to run when the police get called.
Butterscotch Monroe seems a little distraught about El Diablo's psyche for a grown man wrestling children.
El Diablo Blanco: Well the Wifey gave me an ultimatum in the end. No more wrestling in the backyards for no pay. Either I get trained and turn a career out of things or I quit and keep sticking with the 9-5. So that's what I did, Sister. I kept my 9-5, I went to the greatest training facility in the world, GOAT Farm Wrestling and before long I snagged my first contract. I've been with Blood and Nation Promotions. I've been with EPIC, OATH and UCCL. I've gone all in, Sister, and I can't go back to that 9-5 anymore. Still, I need to take care of my two Little Diablitos at home.
Butterscotch Monroe: I'm sorry, little diablitos?
El Diablo Blanco: I GOT KIDS, Sister. When all those other promotions went belly up and I was left without a home I had to think about putting food in their mouths. Enter my good buddy, Arley Kirk. Few know this but the two of us have crossed paths before on the circuit.
Butterscotch Monroe: And for clarification, the circuit refers back to Backyard Circuit, correct?
El Diablo Blanco: You know it, Sister. We've never wrestled each other but we've shared a locker room a time or two. So I gave her a ring on the old cellular phone and she told me about how her career has skyrocketed since joining 1WM. I trust that girl with my life, Sister, so here I am.
Butterscotch Monroe: So we owe your emergence in 1WM to the champion?
El Diablo Blanco: She guided me but I'm not going to get by on her dime. No way, no sir, that ain't my style. El D is all about making a name of his own. I'm going to start myself out at the bottom and make my way up. I've never had a thing I haven't earned through hard work and perseverance. I live by that motto and it's amassed me a Nation.
Butterscotch Monroe: A Nation?
El Diablo Blanco: The Diablo Nation, Sister. My fanbase seems to have followed me everywhere I've gone. They've evolved from the States and made their way north of the border when I joined OATH. That's why it means so much to me to debut with 1WM tonight in Canada in front of all my fans. So stay tuned, Sister. In a mere moment, I'm making my way out to that ring against Alexandria Kruse and we're going to tear it up. There's only one other question to ask and it's, "What Did the Fox Say?" Diggit?!
El Diablo Blanco walks off towards the gorilla position to make his entrance as Butterscotch Monroe is left a bit confused.
Butterscotch Monroe: Dig what? What about foxes?
The referee calls for the bell and the two competitors circle around one another, with their eyes locked on one another, both competitors seeming to sense blood in the water. Blanco shoots forward and locks Alexandria in a collar-and-elbow tie up, but Alexandria pushes back immediately and presses Blanco up against the ropes. She goes for a chop across the chest of the backyard wrestling vet, but Blanco blocks the move quickly and delivers a chop of his own.
Crowd: WOOO!
Blanco delivers a quick scoop slam to Alexandria before dropping an elbow across the chest. He goes for the cover.
One...
Two..kick out.
Blanco pops back to his feet and pulls Alexandria up to a vertical base as well. He backs Alexandria into the turnbuckle and goes for an Irish whip across the ring. Alexandria reverses and sends Blanco into the opposite turnbuckle. As Blanco comes out of the turnbuckle, Alexandria hits a quick standing dropkick and goes for a cover of her own.
One…
Two...kick out.
Taj: El Diablo Blanco started this match off pretty hot, but Alexandria seems to be battling back in strong fashion.
America: El Diablo might not be used to wrestling in a building?
Alexandria delivers two well-placed stomps to the gut of the fallen Blanco. El Biablo is forced to roll onto his stomach to try and re-position himself and crawl away from Alexandria. Kruise drops a sharp knee across the back of the neck of Blanco. She pulls Blanco back to his feet and bounces him off the ropes. Blanco ducks underneath the clothesline and nails Alexandria with a clothesline of his own! Blanco pulls Alexandria back to her feet and goes for a DDT, but Alexandria punches her way out of it with multiple shots to the gut. Blanco staggers back and Alexandria begins to level Blanco in the side of the head with a multitude of hard right hands. She wheels behind him and nails a vicious back-cracker before covering.
One…
Two…
T...KICK OUT!
America: Alexandria almost had it!
Taj: What resilience from El Diablo!
America: Yeah, okay. Keep praising this backyard wrestling bum.
Alexandria gets back to her feet, clearly feeling frustrated that she can’t put Blanco away. Blanco struggles back to his feet and Alexandria goes for a spear. Blanco sidesteps and sends Alexandria flying shoulder-first into the turnbuckle. He pulls Alexandria out from her place between the ropes and delivers a violent knee to the midsection, forcing her to double over. He sets Alexandria up and nails a stump piledriver! He quickly ascends the top turnbuckle before coming off with Feeling Froggy (top rope splash)! Blanco goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: El Blanco with a strong performance and a debut victory!
America: Great…now you’re going to keep slurping this guy for another month, at least. Damnit…
The view opens in one of the skyboxes at Rogers Arena, with an unfamiliar face seated in the middle. He seems to be in his early 40’s, pretty big at 6’5’’, dressed in a leather jacket and a pair of black jeans, his long black hair pulled into a tight ponytail. He turns to face the camera and we see the words “Old School Cool” Don Tirri printed on the front of the T-shirt he wears under the jacket. The man chuckles and gives the camera a mock salute.
Don Tirri: Well hello there. Didn’t hear ya come in. In fact, I didn't think I’d be bothered here in the first place, but I guess Lash set you up as a prank to me.
Tirri rolls his eyes before continuing.
Don Tirri: Anyway, since you're here, might as well introduce myself. Names Don Tirri. Some of ya might remember me from the Ladder match I had with Lash Donohue over the SplatTV Multiuniversal title earlier this month, but let's face it: Most of you got zero clue as to who I am.
He pauses to fish out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up.
Don Tirri: So yeah. Name’s Tirri. Been in this business for about 25 years. Wrestled pretty much all over the world. Laid low for a few years before getting back into the swing of things last October. And I guess here’s the spot where I run down all my accomplishments and accolades?
He looks at the camera with a questioning look on his face, the cameraman shrugging as a response.
Don Tirri: Well, I won’t. Not because I ain’t got none, but because quite frankly listing all the shit I’ve done elsewhere isn’t really that relevant when it comes to why I am here in OneDub. See, I started to keep tabs on the product here after having that fight with Lash, and I’ve been enjoying what I’ve seen. Sure, I already work for 3 different promotions, but back in the day I used to work 8 shows in 7 days easy, so adding another to the mix ain’t no sweat off my back. And quite frankly, it looks to me that OneDub could use someone like me.
Tirri takes a few drags off of his cigarette, until an attendant comes to point at the “no smoking” sign on the wall. Tirri stares at the young usher with disbelief in his eyes, takes a few more drags just to mess with the kid and then stomps out the cigarette, blowing the smoke at his face. He then returns his gaze to the camera and continues.
Don Tirri: Where was I… Oh right. OneDub could use someone like me. So what am I like? Well, Anyone who paid attention to my row with Lash might’ve figured it out. But to put it bluntly: I’m here to kick ass, not make friends. If you act like an idiot I can and I WILL call you out on it. And to be perfectly honest with you, I don’t give two shits if stuff I say offends your sensibilities. I’m too old to sugarcoat shit. And trust me on this: If I want to get under your skin. If I WANT to piss you off? I will find a way. And often that's exactly what I do because a human shows their true colors when pissed off. So that's what you got to look forward to when I get going in OneDub.
Tirri turns his gaze back to the proceedings on the ringside and waves at the cameraman.
Don Tirri: Now piss off. And tell Lash that as far as pranks go, this was a 2,5 outta 5. Not good, not terrible.
The cameraman gets the hint and the view fades to black.
The veteran Crippler starts off the match by charging straight forward at Keiji, hitting him with a hard European uppercut that nearly takes his head off. Keiji stumbles back into the corner and when Crippler comes back towards him, Keiji fires off a back elbow that catches Crippler off guard. Keiji is quick to take over control, hitting Crippler with a series of moves that backs him up, allowing Keiji to come out of the corner. Crippler goes to hit him with a clothesline, but Keiji slides under his legs with a baseball slide before popping up and hitting a Pele kick on Crippler that causes him to stumble before hitting him with a dragon suplex. Keiji goes for a cover but Crippler manages to kick out just after two before Keiji pulls the veteran back up to his feet.
Taj: Chris might be suffering from a bit of ring rust.
America: Might? More like he is!
Keiji goes for a DDT, but Crippler is able to turn things around and instead lift Keiji up and hit him with a pendulum backbreaker. The spritely Keiji rolls around on the mat as he clutches at his back, Crippler standing over him like a predator stalking its prey. He then goes around Keiji, stomping on his limbs before he tries to lock in a sharpshooter. Even though he’s in pain, Keiji manages to wiggle free. But the reprieve is brief as Crippler hunts him down and pulls him up to his feet, hitting him with Crippler DDT (evenflow ddt).
Torres: Here is your winner… CHRIS CRIPPLER!
Taj: Chris manages to pull it off!
America: Uh...okay.
The cameras cut to the back where Katrina Culpepper is walking through the hallway heading her way towards the ring. It's almost time for her match as Adrian Lancaster is right beside her. Katrina's eyes are focused on the ring as Adrian Lancaster is talking softly to her. Butterscotch Monroe steps in front of the two ladies while holding a microphone in her hand.
Butterscotch Monroe: I am sorry to bother you ladies but I was wondering if you would like to speak about your match.
Katrina shakes her head as Adrian places her hands on her hips while looking at this woman standing in front of them.
Adrian Lancaster: Who in the hell are you?
Butterscotch Monroe: I am......
Adrian places her hand in front of Butterscotch's face.
Adrian Lancaster: Shut up! I don't care what your name is or why you think you have the right to interview either of us.
Butterscotch blinks her eyes at Adrian Lancaster as Katrina looks at her with a look that could kill.
Katrina Culpepper: In just a few minutes, I'm going to be in the ring with some bastard who has no idea what awaits him. This is my home country and there is no way in hell I am going to let them down. I'm not like you idiot Americans. I will fight till there is nothing left in me. I'm going to unleash the Canadian Strong Style and there is nothing Kevin Hunter can do to stop me.
Katrina bumps her shoulder into Butterscotch while continuing down the hall.
Adrian Lancaster: The Dog Pound continues to impress.
Adrian walks off after Katrina leaving Butterscotch with her rubbing her shoulder and telling the camera guy to cut.
The crowd is cheering for Katrina with her being from Canada. This doesn’t please Kevin Hunter one bit and he charges forward. Katrina gets out of the way just in time and hits him with a dropkick to the back that sends him flying forward. He catches himself before crashing into the corner and turns around, finding Katrina charging towards him. He can’t get out of the way in time and is met with a right hook before Katrina follows this up with a series of knife edge chops that backs him up completely into the corner.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOO! WOOO!
Katrina goes to pull Hunter out of the corner, but he’s able to turn things around and slams her into the corner, quickly following it up with a corner clothesline. Hunter pulls her out of the corner and drops her with a dropkick before locking in Horse Collar (over the shoulder single leg boston crab)!
Taj: Kevin looking to end it here!
America: Come on, Katrina, don’t give up! Canada needs you!
Katrina writhes her body towards the ropes, screaming in pain before she’s able to wrap a hand around the bottom rope and forcing Hunter to release the hold. The ref tells him to back up as Katrina gets to her feet cause she’s still got hold of the ropes. Once she’s vertical again, Hunter stomps forward but is met with Hail Canada (discus clothesline) from Katrina! Katrina gets up to her feet again and this time turns Hunter over onto his back and locks in Hot Chili Pepper (sharpshooter)! Kevin tries to crawl towards the ropes, holding his hand out to Priscilla who holds hers out to him. Katrina realizes what’s going on and pulls Hunter back to the center of the ring. Now further away from his manager, he has no choice but to tap out.
Torres: Here is your winner… KATRINA CULPEPPER!
Taj: Katrina with the big win in her home country of Canada!
America: She’s not going to enjoy it for long because here comes the rest of Reaper Inc.!
As soon the bell rings, The Dragonslayers, Michael Shaw and Sam Steele, charge their way down the ramp. Katrina spots them coming and hightails it out of the other side of the ring. Priscilla, Michael, and Sam enter the ring to check on their Reaper Inc. leader.
We open on a weathered looking U.S flag, swaying in the breeze as it hangs from a flag holder in front of a house. The camera pans out and around the property, passing over the driveway. We see a beat up old red Ford Explorer, a faded blue Chevrolet Chevette, a large black Ford F150, and a Harley Davidson Road King sitting in or around the driveway and carport. The scene fades out from here and back in on another spot on the property. Horses mosey about in the stables outside of an old red barn and there’s the distant sound of various farm animals in the distance. Cows. Chickens. There’s a distant rumble of thunder despite the skies being clear with the sun out. Wait, no. That’s not thunder. That sounds like...gunfire?
One more fade to black and back in on another property spot. We’re at what looks like a personally built range. Standing at a table, a man in worn out carpenter jeans, work boots and a sleeveless white t-shirt stands with an AR-15, popping off rounds at the targets set up at different distance intervals. Tinted safety goggles and a woodland camo bandana over his mouth and nose hide his identity. We can only guess that it’s Teddy Morse of the Rebel Rousers, because the other half of the tag team - Chase Evans - paces back and forth, slowly, in front of the camera, puffing on a Swisher. Chase is wearing a faded pair of USMC fatigue pants, boots and a sleeveless black t-shirt with a black Grunt Style bandana tied around his head like a headband.
Chase Evans: Well, well now! One Wrestle Movement! How’s y’all this mornin’? Don’t mind the commotion. Me an’ Teddy, we’re just blowin’ off some extra steam, if you will.
Behind Chase, Teddy sets down the AR-15 and picks up a Mossberg pump action. He starts blasting down the range. Meanwhile, Chase continues.
Chase Evans: But since we got y’all here, why don’t we get right to the point? We know what y’all came here for.
He pauses for a drag on his cigar; also to take a moment to gather his thoughts.
Chase Evans: Now, it’s been about...oh...almost two years now, since me and my brother stepped into a wrestlin’ ring. April twenty ninth, two thousand nineteen. Tucson, Arizona. So yeah, been about a minute. Now, make no mistake, we been doin’ alright for ourselves but it’s like some people say: professional wrestlin’s kinda like gettin’ a tattoo. Once you start, it becomes reeeeal hard to just stop. Y’all feelin’ me?
Chase makes a swiping motion with his hands in front of him to stress his point of quitting. He pauses a moment, looking at the camera to let the viewers pick up what he’s putting down.
Chase Evans: See, we came in, did our thing, had a bit of a rough road but you know what? We ain’t ever quit. That ain’t how we do shit around here. We took our licks. Teddy had to sit back and wait to be cleared. “Doctor’s orders” and all that bullshit, but we been sittin’ here waitin’. Waitin’ for the opportunity to present itself for the Rebel Rousers to step back into the game. I say again, “Rebel. Rousers.” Not that Rebel Forces bullshit that Alex Brody tried to lay on our asses. Nah, see, that’s about where shit started really goin’ in the gutter for us. When you put your faith into someone who tries to make you become someone you ain’t, when you let them try to use you for their own benefit, that’s where you need to wake up and take a damn good look at yourself in the mirror and say “what the HELL happened?!”
Over at the table, Teddy pauses and looks back over at his shoulder from Chase’s yell. He ignores it for now and sets the shotgun down. He picks up a pistol next and continues his target practice. Meanwhile, Chase is starting to get more fired up.
Chase Evans: And that’s exactly what me and my brother did. We took a look at ourselves and we didn’t like what we saw. We didn’t like what we became. Our old man always told us - shit, he’s still tellin’ us - don’t change who you are for ANYBODY! Hell naw, so we’re back to square one, y’all. Sometimes you just need to start over. S’that simple. That brings us to where we at now. One Wrestle Movement. Vancouver, British Columbia. Hell Freezes Over. The Rebel Rousers are hittin’ the reset button and goin’ back to what we know and what we know is simple. Whuppin’ ass. That’s what we know. That’s how we do. The only question we got is: how do y’all want it?
Chase pauses again, shrugging his hands out as he watches the camera. Teddy finishes unloading at the table. He appears to take a moment to properly clear all of the weapons being used then turns and starts walking towards the foreground where Chase is.
Chase Evans: S’that simple. How do y’all want it? Me an’ my brother can walk up in there, shake hands, may the best team win, or we can--
Teddy Morse: How they want it? Naw, I’ll tell y’all how they want it. Couple o’boys callin’ themselves the Dragonslayers. Michael Shaw an’ Sam Steele. Well lemme tell y’all somethin’; we ain’t dragons, boys. Hell naw. Just a couple o’hard workin’ country boys lookin’ to reignite the passion o’the sport.
Teddy lifts his tinted goggles up and tugs his bandana down from over his mouth and nose. He definitely isn’t.
Teddy Morse: See, we was trynna be the humble type. Real polite like. Wanna talk about doggone vocabulary an’ how that’s all we got. Well, if y’all was such badasses an’ shit, I reckon y’all woulda listened when we said this ain’t our first rodeo, fellers. We ain’t new to this shit. We know exactly what the hell this business is all about. Y’all got nothin’ but trash talk and mama jokes ‘cause yer too damn hardheaded or just plain doggone stupid.
Chase slaps Teddy in the chest with a hearty laugh and takes a heavy drag off of his cigar.
Chase Evans: Yessuh!!! But y’all know what? We don’t mind that. Not one bit. That’s exactly how we prefer it. See, we don’t mind a show of good sport but when a couple o’sumbitches come out spittin’ that venom, wantin’ blood and broken bones, that’s that shit that lights a fire right up under our asses!
Teddy Morse: Yessir, yessir so y’all don’t even worry about doin’ that homework. We about to come and give y’all a first hand demonstration.
Chase Evans: Hell might be freezin’ but it’s about to get hot as bitch up in Canada, boys!
Teddy Morse: HEEEEEELL YEEEEEEAAAAHHH!!!!
Teddy hollers at the top of his lungs while Chase takes one more drag on his Swisher before blowing out the smoke and flinging it at the camera as the shot cuts to black.
Chase and Michael start off for their respective teams in typical fashion, pacing around the center of the ring and locking up briefly before Chase drives a knee into Michael’s abdomen and knocking the wind out of him. He then fires off a series of stiff punches and forearms before locking his arm around MIchael’s neck and hitting him with a snap suplex. Chase quickly transitions this into some ground and pound, all the while Michael is shielding his head with his arms. Chase then hits him with a headbutt before following it up with a jumping knee drop and then going for a cover. Chase gets just past the two count before Michael kicks out just as Sam was coming in to save the match for his team. Chase chases Sam off and this distraction proves to be fruitful for Dragonslayers as Michael sluggishly gets up to his feet, hitting Chase with a roundhouse kick just as he turns around, both men falling to the mat in lumps.
Taj: Talk about a hard hitting affair!
America: Did anyone really expect anything differently from these two teams?!
Both partners reach their hands out to tag in their partners as the men slowly crawl their way to their respective covers. Chase is able to tag in Teddy mere milliseconds before Michael tags in Sam. The two fresh men meet in the center of the ring with a fury of forearms and punches. Eventually Sam is able to overpower Teddy, hitting him with a boot to the stomach before executing a butterfly suplex and floating it over into a cross armbreaker. Teddy screams out in pain but is able to get his foot on the bottom rope, forcing Sam to break the hold. Both men get up to their feet and Sam charges Teddy, only to be hit with a dropkick before Teddy starts climbing the turnbuckle. But Sam is too quick and the two then start fighting on the top and it looked like Sam was going to get the upper hand again, only to be nailed with a hard elbow shot from Teddy.
Taj: I can honestly say that both of these teams are the very near future of the 1WM Tag Team division. It’s only a matter of time before either will be contending for the championships.
America: Unless you’re the Headhunters I don’t think so, Taj.
Sam crashes to the mat and Teddy goes for and connects with a frog splash. He goes for a pin attempt but due to referee distraction on Michael’s end, becomes frustrated when the referee doesn’t count the pin. He gets up to his feet and holds the arm that was previously in the arm bar, pacing around Sam before bending down to pick him up. He goes for an arm drag, but Sam reverses it and is able to hit Teddy with a belly to back suplex that he then spins out into a reverse STO. Sam gets to his feet and waits for Teddy to do the same before charging forward and hitting Dragon's Knee (running single leg high knee)!
One…
Two…
Three!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Michael Shaw and Sam Steele… DRAGONSLAYERS!
Taj: What a tremendous tag team match!
America: It ain’t the Headhunters so meh...
Arley Kirk is strolling through the backstage area of the arena. She is heading towards catering looking to pick up a bottle of water. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots Izzy Marx leaning on a wall. Izzy looks to be brooding while looking to bust her knuckles into someone.
Arley Kirk: Yuh GRRL! Hey I'm Arley.
Arley shouts with a smile on her face while making her way towards Izzy. She sticks her fist out a gesture of friendship. Izzy looks down at the hand before moving her gaze up towards Arley while keeping her foot planted against the wall.
Izzy Marx: Just what the fuck are you expecting huh? Did you see me standing her and thought I was in a chatting mood? I know you are the big champion around here but don't think that makes you better than me.
The suddenness of Izzy's remarks causes Arley to shake her head while being taken aback from the brazen attitude shown by Izzy Marx.
Arley Kirk: Hey, woah man.
Arley states while holding her hands up into the air. She is trying to calm the situation.
Arley Kirk: I was just saying hi. I didn't expect that kind of response from someone like you. I was expecting a little humanity and maybe a friendly encounter. I don't even know what crawled up your ass and made a banquet.
Izzy pushes her foot off the wall so her entire five foot frame would be standing directly in front of Arley.
Izzy Marx: I don't like you.
Izzy narrows her eyes while keeping Arley right in front of her. Arley looks at her dumbfounded.
Arley Kirk: Why do you dislike me? You don't even know me.
Izzy moves her glance down towards the championship belt sitting comfortably on Arley's shoulder. A sly grin forms across the lips of Izzy as she playfully slaps her hand on top of the championship plate.
Izzy Marx: I don't like you because you have something I want. I know that you are a nice girl but trust me when I say this. Nice girls finish last in this business. The difference between me and the rest of this idiots on the roster is the fact that I'm not patient.
Izzy continues to slap her hand on the championship belt while keeping her eyes locked on Arley. A growl escapes from Arley as she watches Izzy slam her hand on her championship belt. After a few minutes, she grows annoyed and smacks the hand away while getting closer towards Izzy.
Arley Kirk: Bitch, you touch what isn't yours one more time and I'ma slap the yellow off ya teeth.
Arley clears her throat while narrowing her eyes as to keep her gaze directly onto Izzy.
Arley Kirk: Hey, newsflash, rook. You gotta be patient whether you like it or not. Because that's how it works around here. I don't usually entertain the whims of spoiled children so you will have to suck it up.
Arley moves the championship belt off her shoulder and gets right up into Izzy's face. She leans forward while pressing her forehead directly into Izzy's while delivering soft headbutts as warning shots.
Arley Kirk: Tell ya what, kid. You show me that you're ready for an actual challenge and maybe we can discuss things. Until then, stay in your damn lane and shut you fucking mouth.
The smirk on Izzy's face slowly turns into a sinister grin as Arley is right in Izzy's face. She smiles wide before slamming an open hand slap right across Arley's face. Arley backs up a bit as Izzy lets out a soft chuckle.
Izzy Marx: That's a warning in case you plan on getting in my face again. Because if that does happen then I will make sure it won't be a damn slap that I use against you.
Izzy continues to look at Arley while pointing at that championship belt dangling in Arley's hand.
Izzy Marx: I believe you are fucking scared to face me. That's the only reason you would be dodging me. The fact that I have more in ring experience than you is proof of that. So I want to know one thing. Who says I have to wait?
Arley pokes her tongue into the side of her jaw while rubbing the outside of it with her free hand.
Arley Kirk: I'll let you have that one as a freebie but the next one is going to cost you, your fucking arm.
Arley shakes her head while trying very hard to contain her laughter but she just couldn't do it.
Arley Kirk: Scared? of you!? Is that a joke?
Arley takes a second to look Izzy up and down. Then she pats her own championship belt.
Arley Kirk: This belt right here in my hand literally says that I am the best of the best here in 1WM. There is nothing you can say against it. I've held this belt for a very long time. Do you know how many times I have marched down to that ring expecting certain death? I managed to come out on top every single time. You have no business trying to "make shit happen" at this stage of your career. You either get serious or you get lost.
Arley turns to walk away but Izzy grabs her arm and spins her right around. Izzy gets right up into Arley's face.
Izzy Marx: Are you seriously talking to me like I'm some fucking rookie? Bitch, I have been in this business a lot longer than you. The fact that you aren't taking me seriously is telling. I thought you were this fighting champion. I thought you were the one who claimed to face anyone. I guess all that was just a bunch of bullshit. If I need to get your fucking attention then I will do just that but you should know that my patience is running thin.
Izzy slaps the championship belt one last time.
Izzy Marx: Watch your fucking back bitch.
Izzy slams her shoulder into Arley as she walks out of the area. Arley is left shaking her head while heading off the other way.
Skye and Andrew start off the match in a fury of punches and kicks until Andrew is about to overpower Skye by hitting her with a back suplex. Andrew doesn’t stop there and barely waits for Skye to get up to her knees before hitting her with a dropkick. He goes for an early cover but Skye is able to kick out just before two. Visibly deterred, Andrew argues with the referee as his manager/wife Melina slides in with a kendo stick, whacking Skye across the back before sliding out just as the referee turns around. Andrew quickly follows up by firing off a superkick that sends Skye back to the mat. Without hesitation, Andrew runs at the ropes and uses them for added leverage, hitting a picturesque springboard elbow drop before going for another cover. This time Skye kicks out just before three!
Angered, Andrew pulls her up to her feet and she sluggishly fires off a forearm smash, following it up with another each time Andrew hits her with another. Eventually, Skye is able to rock Andrew with an elbow smash before following it up with a snap suplex. Skye backs up and takes a brief breather as Andrew gets up to his hands and knees, allowing Skye to seize the chance and hit him with an axe kick across the back of his neck. Skye then takes a step back and as ANdrew works to get back to his feet, Melina tries to disrupt the match again only to catch a boot to the chest. Skye turns around just in time to see Andrew charging towards her, ducking out of the way before faking out a chick kick and then driving her foot into his chest with a super kick, a move that she calls Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Torres: Here is your winner… SKYE DEVEREUX!
Taj: Skye picks up the big win tonight at Legendary Fifteen “Hell Freezes Over”!
America: Was she even supposed to be in this match?
We go to what looks to be the outside of the arena. Griffin is sitting on the hood of his Black Corvette, dressed in black ripped jeans and a leather jacket with a Metallica "Ride The Lightning" t-shirt on underneath. He sits on the car, his head hanging down, thinking for a while before speaking.
Griffin Hawkins: I walked away from a broken home...away from all my problems. I was told never to return until I've made something of myself. I had no choice but to go out and venture into the unknown and face whatever problems arise. In 15 years of my career, I've gone through battles..emotionally, physically...but what made it all worth it was my name being mentioned as the winner of a hard fought victory. I came to 1WM because I wanted to prove myself to the world that I can still mix it up with the elite guard. Solomon Monster and Ricky Stanton overlooked me thinking that I'm not even worth their time..focusing on their little cat fight. I forced them to take notice when I laid out Solomon one two three in the center of the ring. Since then I have been scratching and clawing to get to the top..and now right in front of me is the richest prize in the game.
He raises his head up to see the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: Next to me is a worthy contender...Jenn Drew, a woman whom I have history with. Her and her family have always looked out for me. All of her sisters treated me like I was their blood..especially Jenn. When we were going up and down the highways together, we talked about making it to the big stage...I saw in her eyes how much she wanted to be World Heavyweight Champion one day, and I believed that one day that would happen. But I didn't expect it to be on my time. When we locked up I saw the anger, the determination, how much she wanted to win the title. I've already been there 8 times in my career...she's yet to get there. And in a close match, I ended up defeating her one two three...and before I know it, I get added into her match with Arley Kirk...making it a Triple Threat Match...was she happy?
He begins to laugh a little.
Griffin Hawkins: Hell no she wasn't happy. She wanted it to be one on one, just her and Arley. In her mind..she didn't think I belonged in this match...as if I didn't deserve to be here. To me...that is disrespectful. So tell me Jenn...why do you think I shouldn't be in this match? Do you think I don't deserve it? Do you think I should've just nicely stepped aside while you fight Arley one on one? Or do you not want me in the match because you know that I can beat you? See, when you spoke about me, I started to sense a little bit of doubt in your voice. It's not enough you're in there with not just one of the toughest women on the roster....but also somebody who showed that you indeed can and will be defeated. You don't want to lose to me Jenn...because that loss exposed you...imagine what would happen if I were to pin you again..this time for the World Heavyweight Title…
He smiles at the thought.
Griffin Hawkins: How would your ego handle losing to me twice with everything on the line? Your new attitude lately has rubbed many the wrong way. The Jenn that I knew was grounded...she respected the athletes before her...and now you're walking around acting like the stereotypical mean girl from an 80s movie. When I stole your burn book...you seemed to care more about that than the match at hand. Truthfully, I didn't want your book...I was hoping to wake you up so you can see the path you're on is self destruction. Truthfully Jenn, you're not bigger than 1WM, you're not gonna get what you want by making demands for this, making demands for that, and acting like an entitled princess. You want to prove you are worthy of being Champion? Put everything on the line. Because if you're not careful...everything you have worked for up to this point will all be for nothing.
He steps off the car.
Griffin Hawkins: And we can't leave out the woman of the hour...Arley Kirk. Possibly the most dominant Champion 1WM has had in recent memory. For more than 400 days she has fought all comers, every threat that has come her way. I first met Arley when she was at her brother's graduation at the Squire Academy. Jan Van Der Roost took a look at her and said...this girl may be something, and she hadn't even wrestled there yet! Who knew how far she would climb in the next few years? And now that I look at her, I see her as THE Woman to beat if you want to be called the greatest in the industry. She's also the kind of opponent I've been itching to fight for a long time…
He paces back and forth.
Griffin Hawkins: I saw your press conference Arley, very riveting stuff. You talked all about myself and Jenn...but you mentioned something about pain surging through your body. That is cause for concern, not going to lie. But knowing you...you're gonna fight through the pain and show that you can and will defend your title...but don't look for me to show you any mercy. See, that belt that you have is something all those guys in the back would give their right arm to hold. A belt that Solomon Monster only wishes he could have in his grubby paws but is too broken down and lazy to fight for. A belt that Bodhi Bose would want but would rather have it handed to him like it's candy at Halloween because he can't see past his undeserved ego. It's also a belt that I want to prove once again that I am the fastest gun in the west.
He put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
Griffin Hawkins: You've always been like family to me Arley, hell you and Lash remind me of my kids. But I have to do what I have to do and slay the monster and walk home with the gold. It's not enough for me to be glad to be here, I want to be recognized as the best in the world today. I've had people tell me that I used the friendship of you and others to get into the main event..when it's clear they don't know a goddamn thing about me. I got into the main event on my own...and I got into this match on my own. And I am looking to win that World Heavyweight Title on my own. Right here in Vancouver....somebody's gonna get rocked.
He walks off as cameras go elsewhere.
Both competitors start off the match by stalking each other from across the ring before finally locking up in the center. Damon is able to overpower Dokueki, hitting a leg sweep before quickly following it up with a boston crab as he tries to wear Dokueki down. He keeps it locked in for a minute or two, Dokueki screaming out before she’s able to grab hold of the bottom rope and he has to break his hold. Damon pulls her up to his feet and whips her hard towards the closest turnbuckle where she falls into a seated position. Damon follows up with a face wash that almost takes her head off, pulling Dokueki out of the corner and going for a pin attempt. But he changes his mind and yanks her up to her feet, lifting her above his head with a military press.
But Dokueki is able to wriggle free, dropping down behind him to her feet and hitting him with an elbow strike as he turns around. She’s quick to follow it up with a series of open palm strikes and a rake of the eyes. Damon staggers backwards and regains his composure just in time to see Dokueki charging towards him for a clothesline. But he ducks out of the way and turns around, only to be me with a springboard headbutt from Dokueki that takes him to one knee. Before he has a chance to react, Dokueki hits him with Shining Black (shining wizard big boot)!
Torres: Here is your winner… DOKUEKI!
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for The Five Minute Drill! And now, let me introduce to you Driller Jaworski!
“43% Burnt” by Dillinger Escape Plan plays.
Taj: Driller Jaworski has been talking about this Five Minute Drill on social media for the past few weeks but hasn’t given any specifics. What do you think is going to happen?
America: I don’t know, but if Driller Jaworski is in charge of it, we may need to line up an ambulance or two.
Taj: Well, that remains to be seen. Let’s hear what Driller has to say.
Driller enters the ring and takes the microphone from Torres, who scurries out of the ring.
Driller: Welcome to the inaugural Five Minute Drill!
The crowd boos.
Driller: The rules are very simple: when the bell rings, the clock will start. Any man or woman who thinks they can survive five minutes without being drilled into the mat by me will enter the ring and try to prove themselves. Once I drop them on their head, they’re eliminated, and the next brave person who thinks they can last will enter this ring. This process will continue until five minutes are up or until, somehow, some way, someone can drop me on MY head.
He laughs at the thought that someone could drill him.
Driller: And this Five Minute Drill couldn’t come at a better time for me personally. Two weeks ago, at Glory 10, Dustin Holt narrowly escaped going head first through the announce table and I’ve been going through withdrawal, so the first person I drill tonight is going to make up for that travesty. Now, I also have a match at Glory 11 against “His Royal Highness,” William James Cordova, and let me tell you, I can’t wait to snatch that little shit stain with my bare hands, lift him up, and drive him straight down on his “crown.” But that match isn’t for another 15 days, so whoever else I drill tonight is going to have to hold my appetite over until I can feast on Cordova in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Now, get five minutes on the clock!
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Driller: The Five Minute Drill will begin in 3…2…1!
Driller throws down the mic. The timekeeper rings the bell and the clock starts counting down.
Taj: Who's the first person that's going to answer the challenge, if anybody?
"Let's Get Fucked Up" by Smut Peddlers plays.
America: It's Madori!
Madori sprints into the ring and charges at Driller, who seamlessly throws her up in the air.
Taj: Pop-up powerbomb!
Driller gets her in a double underhook and lifts.
Taj: THE DRILL BIT! And just like that, Madori is the first person eliminated from The Five Minute Drill!
Driller throws her over the top rope and out to the floor. He looks up at the clock and grabs the microphone.
Driller: Four minutes and twenty-eight seconds left. That's plenty of time! Who's next?
"Black Wind, Fire, and Steel" by Manowar plays.
Taj: Red Rocket Kid! Let's see Driller manhandle him like he did Madori!
Red Rocket Kid also sprints into the ring. He comes off the rope and tries a shoulder block. Driller is stunned doesn't move. Kid tries it a second time. Kid throws Driller into the ropes and attempts The Pounce but ends up falling on his own back instead. He gets up and runs off the ropes, but this time, Driller hits The Pouce. Kid goes flying across the ring. Driller scoops him up and hits a reverse piledriver.
America: The Rocket has crashed!
Driller throws him through the ropes and out to the floor. He picks up the microphone again.
Driller: Come on. We've got three minutes. Who's left?
Nobody comes through the curtain.
Driller: Is there seriously no one in the back that wants to step up to the plate? How about someone in the crowd? Huh? Is there anyone in this city that wants to try their hand in the Five Minute Drill?
He looks around until he sees someone and points them out.
Driller: How about you?
The camera turns and we spot the fan he's talking to. The crowd cheers.
Taj: It's Ryan Reynolds!
America: What is HE doing here?!
Taj: He's originally from Vancouver! He must have returned to his hometown to see 1WM in action!
Reynolds points to himself and says "Me?"
Driller: Yeah, you, pretty boy. You want to take part in The Five Minute Drill?
Reynolds stays seated and laughs off the challenge.
Driller: You may have played Deadpool, but I've got my own little dead pool right here. Why don't you come and be the next victim?
Reynolds looks at the person next to him and asks "Is this guy for real?"
Driller: You're not gonna take a chance? That's a shame, especially for Blake Lively. She probably thought she dated a real man.
Crowd: Ooooh!
Reynolds does a double take and now looks pissed.
Taj: Uh-oh. Driller just mentioned Ryan Reynold's wife!
America: Don't take the bait, Ryan!
Driller: Do I have your attention, now, Deadpool? Come on. You played a superhero on screen. Try and play one in this ring! Come on!
Driller slams down the mic and waves Reynolds into the ring.
Crowd: REYNOLDS! REYNOLDS!
Reynolds slowly stands up. The crowd roars. He steps over the guardrail and climbs into the ring. He slowly walks up to Driller, his scowl becoming more prominent by the second. He stops short of going nose to nose with Driller. The crowd continues chanting his name as he quickly slaps Driller across the face.
Crowd: OOOOH!
Driller's head snaps to the side, the slap has no effect. He smiles and slowly turns his head back to Reynolds.
America: Oh, crap. Get out of there, Ryan!
Unperturbed, Reynolds slowly winds up and attempts another strike, but this time, Driller catches his hand and starts crushing it. Reynolds wears a panicked look and is made immobile by the pain. Driller kicks him in the gut and lifts him straight into the air.
Taj: Vertical suplex!
America: Into a Tombstone! Ryan Reynolds just got SCREWED!
The crowd shrikes in horror as Reynolds lay motionless on the mat.The bell rings.
Taj: Thank goodness it's over, but can we get some medical help for Ryan Reynolds!
Meanwhile, Driller grabs the microphone.
Driller: The winner of the inaugural Five Minute Drill...ME!
The crowd boos.
Driller: That was a lot of fun. I think I'll be good until April 15.
He points to Ryan Reynolds.
Driller: Man, look at this guy! Wow! Give this man an Oscar for playing a paraplegic! Unless he's not acting.
He lifts Reynolds' arm and lets it drop.
Driller: Nope, he's not acting. Um, he's gonna need some help. Can we get a stretcher down here?
EMTs rush down to the ring with a stretcher. As they approach the ring, Driller speaks over the mic one more time.
Driller: Here, let me help!
He lifts Reynolds over his head and throws him with a Military Press Slam over the top rope and onto the stretcher. Some EMTs get taken out, too. The crowd shrieks in horror some more.
Taj: What a sicko! I hope 1WM doesn't let this guy conduct any more of these Five Minute Drills!
America: That was the most destructive five minutes I've ever seen! Heaven help whoever steps into the ring with this man!
Driller leaves the ring and admires the destruction he's caused. 1WM officials run past him as they respond to the situation at ringside. He laughs as he walks back down the aisle, "43% Burnt" playing him out.
Explosive Wrestling At It’s Best
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Nicole Smoak vs. "Ya Girl" Q[/center]
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they’re ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell, the match now officially underway. Nicole and Q both begin to circle around the ring, neither willing to give the other an early advantage. Finally, they grapple up in the center of the ring and struggle for the advantage. Q immediately overpowers Nicole and shoves her back against the ropes. She holds her there for a moment and hits her with a chop to the chest before shooting Nicole across the ring. When she comes back on the rebound, Q lifts her into the air and delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! She then hooks the leg and goes for the early cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Nicole tries to bring herself back up to her feet as quickly as she can in hopes of getting back into the match. Q charges and keeps control of the match by hitting Nicole with a knee strike! Nicole is barely able to stay upright as Q hoists her into the air and delivers a vertical suplex! She floats over into a cover.
One...
Two...Nicole is able to kick out again!
Taj: This is the kind of start that we expected to see from Q, and it’s one that she’ll need to keep up if she wants to beat the very talented Nicole Smoak!
America: Let’s not act like the woman is incapable of beating Nicole...c’mon now.
Nicole once again tries to bring herself back up to her feet. Q cuts her off with a series of forearm strikes to wear her down. Q then bounces off of the ropes and picks up speed. Before she can hit Nicole with anything on the rebound, Nicole leaps into the air and cuts her off with a perfectly timed hurricanrana! Nicole hooks the leg while covering.
One...
Two...Q is able to kick out!
Q tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Nicole is quick to run at her and wear Q down with a series of hard strikes. Q tries to do what she can to stay upright. Nicole smirks as she runs and bounces off of the ropes. Q tries to cut her off with a big clothesline, but Nicole ducks underneath it! She bounces off of the ropes again, this time using her momentum to hit Q with a handspring back elbow! Q hits the mat hard as Nicole then leaps into the air and lands on her for a standing moonsault into cover!
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Very impressive show of athleticism from Nicole!
America: Yeah, yeah...
The fans are showing their support for the effort that’s being given by both wrestlers. Nicole grabs hold of Q and drags her back up to her feet. She tries to wrestle Q into position for a swinging neckbreaker! Q spins her way out of it at the last possible second. She smirks as she blasts Nicole with a clubbing blow to knock her off balance. Q then grabs hold of Nicole and delivers an exploder suplex! Nicole collapses to the mat. Q then pulls her up to her feet and snaps off Q’s Landing (cartwheel Death Valley Driver)! She hooks the leg.
One…
Two...
THREE!
Torres: The winner of this match..."Ya Girl" Q!!!
Taj: This was a really solid, back and forth match!
America: But in the end...Q proved she’s better!
Before the match, Bianca Davis is standing across the ring from her opponent Faye Lange. the fans boo as Bianca snaps her fingers, and orders Simon to hand her a microphone. Which he does, the boos are deafening as she rolls her eyes at the sound of the boos coming from the fans in Vancouver. As she waits for them to shut up so she can speak the boos get even louder as she attempts to put the microphone up to her perfectly glossed lips.As, The Malibu native rolls her eyes keeping her hand on her hip in obvious annoyance. Soon the Queen B begins to speak in her normal shrill tone.
Bianca LeBlanc: Will you morons shut up?! I got something to say.
The boos just get louder which causes her to scream into the microphone, as Simon covers his ears.
Bianca LeBlanc: I SAID SHUT UP UGGOS!
Bianca regains her normal denemaor after screaming at the fans. As the Queen B, soon after the fans finally quiet down puts the microphone back to her lips.
Bianca LeBlanc: You know I should be mad I mean after all I can admit the last two months things haven’t gone my way. Getting eliminated by that disgusting wannabe 80s rockstar Griffin Hawkins of all people and watching him be in the spot I should be. The main event match along with Jenn Drew fighting against Thotley Krik uh ew! And then last month I was cheap shotted which allow the Master Sisters to pin my partner for that night but you know every cloud does have a silver lining and that is tonight I go back on the winning track against this basic they put in front of me Faye Lange.
Faye laughs at the word basic as Bianca does a talk to the hand motion in the direct of her opponent. As she let out a bitchy chuckle. As she once agains begins to speak in her normal smug tone.
Bianca LeBlanc: Again, you have been on a run, I give you that, you have shown you have some promise rookie, But here is the deal thing is when it comes to getting what I want well somehow someway things go my way. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, ask how for the later part of last year I held not one but two titles on my shoulder, and how I have broken records with my title reigns. Soon enough I will be a champion here in 1WM, and that path unfortunately for you has to start somewhere and it starts tonight. So, after this don’t worry I will give you a special deal on my brand new skin cream because trust me from the looks of it you need it. Those pours talk about gross.
Bianca shudders in disgust as Faye shakes her head as she moves closer and Bianca backs up a bit saying into the microphone.
Bianca LeBlanc: Woah back up there butch I am not done. Not only with that I can upgrade that and for you I will do it for free to full Malibu self help kit with so many amazing products I mean it won’t make you me but it will make you less basic, well as less basic and disgusting as you can be hanging around people like Lash Donahue. But let me say this after tonight after I prove why I am a threat and should be taken seriously all of you will have no choice but to bow to the Queen B sorry bout it.
Bianca says as the fans boo loudly as she hands the microphone back to Simon, who is promptly intercepted by Faye, who raised the microphone to her lips, and addressed the referee.
Faye Lange: Have… have you run the bell yet?
Referee: No…
And on hearing those words, Faye promptly lashed out with a kick as she nailed Bianca in the groin, dropping the Queen B to the mat as she then passed the microphone back to Simon. Faye fired off an European uppercut before following it up with a German suplex. Faye goes for a cover but only gets to the count of one before Bianca kicks out. Faye doesn’t waste any time and mounts Bianca, raining down a couple of forearms in an attempt to wear Bianca down. She then turns things around and locks in an armbar, forcing Bianca to scream out in pain. Bianca is able to get a leg on the bottom rope and the referee forces Faye to break the hold.
Taj: Have you noticed that Joshua Samson isn’t out here with his client, Bianca?
America: Joshua is a very busy executive representative. Hell, he is THE Executive Representative afterall! According to his social media he isn’t even in the country.
Taj: Well there have been some backstage rumblings that after the tag team loss at Legendary Fourteen “Maux d’Amore” that Joshua has been highly disappointed with Bianca and Enforcer.
America: Grow up, Taj, and stop listening to rumors.
Both women get back up to their feet and Faye fires off a palm strike, only to have it blocked and then her eyes raked by the diabolical Bianca. Faye stumbles around for a moment before Bianca grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her backwards, dropping Faye backfirst across her knee for a hair pull backbreaker. Keeping hold of Faye’s hair, she pulls the Danish beauty back up to her feet before smirking and hitting her with Queen’s Makeover (sit out facebuster)! Bianca goes for a cover and gets a two count before becoming visibly frustrated as she sits on the mat and regains her composure. Eventually she gets back up and takes a few steps back, waiting for Faye to get to her knees before charging forward for Coronation (shining wizard)!
Torres: Here is your winner… Bianca Davis!
America: And just like that my girl, Queen Bee, is back in the win column!
Taj: That was definitely a win that Bianca needed.
The screen fades to the backstage area and we are shown the faceplate of the Pride of One Wrestling Movement championship with the nameplate of “Jacob Striker” being front and center as the camera pulls back to show us that the title is sitting pretty atop of a short ladder set up on a large crate with the ever present form of the current champion, Jacob Striker, sitting on a set of stairs next to it.
Jacob Striker: You know, it’s kind of amazes me how so many people love to undercut me or try to devalue me and yet I just keep coming and proving myself to every fucking one out there. I mean hasn’t anyone been paying fucking attention to what I’ve been doing around here, seriously?? I mean Graham Baker beats me in my first chance to win the Pride championship from him and promptly tells me that I’ll never be at his level let alone beat him for *anything*. I beat him for his championship and where is he now?
Jon "Big Papa" LaChappa and Drago Santiago, in another promotion the two of them viewed me as nothing more than some kind of fucking weak ass joke...not only did I run them out of another promotion, but in one case I snapped his fucking neck and took him out of this sport all together. Three simple examples, ladies and gentlemen, three simple examples of me at my most brutal and yet, and *YET*...two people here think that those aren’t levels that I’ll go to to ensure my victory?[/color]
Jake chuckles rather darkly at that as he shakes his head.
Jacob Striker: Rei Park, you just don’t fucking get the hint do you with your little replica belt and simpering little way that you don’t care how the match at the last legendary went down, you are still the champion and I do enjoy how you’re simpering little sychopantic bitches are also clamerouing about how great you are...yet Rei you are not the champion.
Jake points at the title next to him.
Jacob Striker: I am. And for all of your simpering, crappy poetry, and all of the bullshit inbetween...tonight, I’m going to show you exactly why I’m still the champion and why I’m going to continue being the champion..because no matter how many times you call bullshit on me saying that I am the face of the brand, you cannot deny that I brag about being apart of this company because I’m proud of it and I try to direct as many people as I can here because this is one of the best promotions out there today!
I mean I was the one who championed to Chris Slayton, the president of Pro Wrestling Nova, that he should enter into a partnership with One Wrestling Movement and he saw the virtues of such a partnership...but you, you little Rei have done *nothing* to help this company and thus you have no real pride for it...hence a reason why you cannot be the Pride of One Wrestling Champion because you are only an egocentric little *bitch* you doesn’t even deserve to be in the same company as everyone else that seriously works here! Again I point out to you that you are viewed as such a minor fucking issue that Justice chose to take out *me* over *you* at the last Legendary because she knows that you can be beaten by a weak guest of wind and she wanted an easy win.
I mean she practically admitted it and yet you are too bloody ignorant and stuck on yourself to see the truth because you were too busy showing your ego and more importantly your non-existent ass, Rei...and that overconfidence in yourself is what is going to cost you any shot at my title. Now as for you Justice Cross.
The look on Jake’s face becomes a somewhat serious and somber one.
Jacob Striker: Now I honestly don’t get to say this that often but I actually respect you Justice. I respect the fact that not only did you have the balls to come at me and were clever enough to set up this entire situation, but you also did it in a way that you were able to highlight your intelligence and have a spot of fun while doing it. I mean when compared to guys that I’ve faced off that claim that I should respect them because they’ve done all of this and that like Graham Baker, Myojin, Arata Asakura, and others...you actually stepped up to me and laid it plain why I should respect you by actually talking the talk and walking that walk rather than some other bullshit. That being said however I hate to be the one to burst your bubble, Justice, but your grand scheme...it’s just that, a “scheme” and the only way to actually take the pride championship from me is the one thing that you had hoped to avoid doing when you first targeted me at the last Legendary which was by trying to make Rei the winner.
Jake stops and reaches out to run his right hand over the top edge of the championship in question.
Jacob Striker: But we know how all that went don’t we?
Jake then slowly withdrawals his hand and leans forward with his broad forearms on his knees, his tone turning just a bit more on the serious side than normal.
Jacob Striker: You know, being as violent as I can be in that ring actually bothers me just a little bit. I mean yes, I am my father’s son and that desire, nay need…*taste* if you will even for the ol’ ultraviolence...it doesn’t take away from the fact that when you see me in that ring, you’re witnessing one of the most skilled wrestlers in this sport because I am a natural at this. But Rei and Justice, neither one of you seem to grasp the level of pride that I take in my work. The pride that I take in being a champion for this promotion and that’s why I’m the Pride of One Wrestling Movement champion still, even after all of your scheming Justice and your self-indulgent bragging, Rei. I *am* the Pride champion because I hold myself to the level of being the kind of champion that the title needs and if someone comes along and can beat me legitimately for this title in a way that I can walk away satisfied with the ending...then I can walk away without problem nor hesitation.
But Rei, you’re not worthy of this title. You’re not worthy of holding it nor even being in the same room as the belt itself and you *know* that because deep down in the very bottom of that wretched black pit that you think that you can call your “soul”...you know that I’m right and you are just one single suplex away from me snapping that pencil neck of yours like the shitty number two pencil you are. And Justice, keep in mind that my respect for you is the only thing that keeps me from locking you into the Lament Configuration until that very last brath rattles out of your lungs and into the air as the blackness rushes in and claims you...not to death my dear, but to pure pitch submission like I’ve done to others whom I’ve never held respect for nor never will. You both have spent this time time treating this title match like it’s some kind of fucking “game”...well ladies, allow me to show you the reality of your situation.
Jake then stands up and picks up the Pride championship which he then slings over his right shoulder with a very practiced ease.
Jacob Striker: This isn’t a game nor has it ever been one. No. This is a fucking revolution and now it’s time for your public executions, out there for all to see and witness because I came here for a reign of terror, not whatever game the two of you wish to play. But enough talk...let the ultraviolence begin.
Jacob then turns and walks out of the camera’s view as the feed cuts out.
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The two men start off the match locking up in the center of the ring. They push each other around the ring until Enforcer has Cain backed up into the corner. He drives his knee into Cain’s midsection a couple of times before firing off a hard chop that leaves a red hand print across Cain’s chest. Enforcer takes a few steps back and Cain stumbles out of the and directly into a face smash by Enforcer who then follows it up with a sidewalk slam. Enforcer quickly goes for a cover and gets a two count before Cain kicks out. Enforcer pulls Cain up to his feet before sending him crashing back to the mat with a fallaway slam. Once again, Enforcer goes for a cover and once again he only gets a two count, leaving him visibly frustrated.
Enforcer once again yanks Cain up to his feet and whips him off towards the ropes and when Cain comes running back, he hits Enforcer with a running big boot. Enforcer goes down like a ton of bricks but gets back up to his feet quickly. However, Cain was ready and waiting for him to do so and scoots around to him, wrapping his arms around Enforcer’s waist before hitting him with a release German suplex. Cain pulls Enforcer up and the two trade blows back and forth for a few moments before Cain hits Enforcer with a chokeslam. Cain then waits off in a corner until Enforcer gets up to a knee before charging forward and hitting him with Fade to Black (claymore kick)!
Torres: Here is your winner… CAIN DOMINGUEZ!
When the scene fades in, we come across Meera Katze who seems to be on the prowl for her next interviewee when she comes across 1WM’s newest backstage correspondent’s Mickey Greer and Butterscotch Monroe. The three exchange a quick series of glances before they start quickly shuffling down the hallway. Meera appears to be the early favorite, only to have Mickey push past her. With Butterscotch closely behind, Meera blocks Butterscotch from going further, yanking off one of her heels and chucking it at Mickey’s back. It clocks him hard in the head and Butterscotch and Meera continue down the hallway, neck and neck, until they reach a door labeled “SEOUL QUEENS”. Both interviewers gain their respective composure before Butterscotch knocks on the door as Mickey arrives behind them huffing and puffing.
Mickey Greer: What the hell was that about?
Meera Katze: You know damn well. Don’t ask stupid questions.
Butterscotch Monroe: If you two would act professional right now that would be great.
Meera Katze: Well you weren’t acting too professional back there Butters.
There’s a pause and a bit of tension between the three before the door is opened and Kaede Tanabe is standing in front of them, blocking their view of the inside.
Kaede Tanabe: Is there something I can help you with?
Meera Katze: Sis, we’re here to talk to…
Kaede holds a hand up right in her face as she rolls her eyes, stopping Meera mid sentence.
Kaede Tanabe: First off, I am not your sis. My name is Kaede Tanabe and you will address me as such… or Ms. Tanabe.
Meera Katze: Girl, remove the stick… oof!
Butterscotch elbows Meera hard in the ribs and takes a step forward, extending her hand out to shake.
Butterscotch Monroe: Hello Ms. Tanabe. I am Butterscotch Monroe, SENIOR backstage correspondent.
Meera Katze: *under her breath* You mean newest lackey.
Butterscotch Monroe: I’m so sorry about my colleague’s approach. But we were wondering if either one of if not both of your clients would be willing to…
Kaede pushes the door open to show that one half of Seoul Queens, and one of the challengers for the Pride of 1WM Championship, Rei Park already sitting down for an interview with…
Meera Katze: Oh what the fuckin’ hell! She’s talking to Mari the Mouse?!
Rei and Mari look at each other before Rei gets up from her seat and starts walking forward before being stopped by Kaede.
Kaede Tanabe: Now, now love. There’s no need to get confrontational.
Rei points at Meera with a glare.
Rei Park: 私は以前にこれを扱ったことがあります.
Kaede Tanabe: Now as you all can see, you disrupted my client’s interview with Ms. Moon. And I don’t take too kindly to slights of any kind… especially disruptions. If you ever want to talk to either of my clients, you can schedule a time to do so through me and not the ambush guerilla tactics that your kind is accustomed to. Though, from what I have been told, Rei doesn’t want to talk to any of you and only wishes to speak to Ms. Moon henceforth… so those chances are very slim. Have a nice day.
Before anybody can say another word, Kaede shuts the door and turns her attention back to Rei and Mari.
Kaede Tanabe: Proceed.
Mari Moon: Uh… alright. As I was saying, you couldn’t have been too happy when Cedric Southern reversed the decision of your previous title match due to outside interference.
Rei Park: To say that I was mad… is an understatement. I pinned my second 1WM champion in a row and held that title in my hands. I was the champion for a few days and all my hard work was erased because of someone’s sick, twisted obsession with me.
Mari Moon: I take it you mean Justice Cross.
Rei Park: Yeah, that one. The one who lives in a delusional world where she thinks she’s the face of the company and the “chosen one”. Please, the only thing she’s been chosen for is Joshua Samson’s new favorite client.
Mari Moon: Speaking of Joshua Samson, you’re not phased by what he’s dubbed you, Jenn Drew and my sister… Seoul Thugs.
Rei Park: Please… what is there to be afraid of when it comes to him? He’s done nothing but watch his clients fail at capturing a championship time and time again. That and feed their delusions. The only thing that Justice needs is some help so that she doesn’t dig her hole so deep that she won’t be able to climb out.
Rei sits back in the chair, rolling her eyes as she folds her arms across her chest.
Rei Park: Let’s not even begin to talk about the fact that all this came on so suddenly I’ve got a head rush and the fact she couldn’t get the job done herself. She says that I’ve disrespected her from the moment she set foot in 1WM. Well to be honest, what has she done that was even worth me giving respect? Especially when she doesn’t give it herself? I was raised in a Korean-Japanese household, two ethnicities that hold respect VERY highly. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give it to you just because you think you deserve it. Everything Justice has been saying or doing for the better part of 2021 thus far REEKS of entitlement. She didn’t earn this title shot and given the fact I’ve beaten Jacob Striker not once but twice… I’ll send her back to her creepy perv of a husband and her son who’s probably wondering why mommy would rather spend time on the road instead of at home in the trailer park with him. She’s setting such a tremendous example for him.
Mari Moon: That’s a little mean don’t you think? Justice said to not bring her child into this.
Rei Park: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I’m so mad… beyond mad actually. I’m willing to poke the bear so that when it gets angry and I win, my victory will be that much sweeter. She really didn’t know what she was getting herself into when she and her little bitch attacked me backstage. They waited until I was alone, reveling in the fact that my friend and tag team partner had just become the new number one contender for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship. Justice is nothing but a coward… plain and freaking simple.
Mari Moon: You mentioned how Jacob Striker lives under a rock. Care to elaborate on that a little bit?
Rei Park: He’s the biggest chest puffer of them all, walking around like he’s the big bad wolf just because he gave Arley the match of her life and beat her. But I pinned her AND him. So what do you think that really says about him? Sure, he’s a great wrestler, but tonight is going to be the THIRD show in a row for him where he doesn’t live up to what he says is going to happen. He didn’t walk out with the Pride of 1WM Championship last time and he surely isn’t going to be doing it tonight either.
Mari Moon: So you’re not afraid of the fact that he’s told everyone to, and I quote, “enjoy the bloodshed”.
The sound of ‘pfft’ escapes from Rei’s lips as she rolls her eyes before looking over to Kaede who in turn nods her head.
Rei Park: Again, he’s not been living up to his own hype. There’s been no hellfire and brimstone from him and there’s surely not going to be any so-called bloodshed. He’s like one of those cult leaders who believe their own crap and try to get the gullible to follow them and believe in them too. But I refuse to drink the Kool-Aid. Unlike both of my opponents, I speak the actual proof and have backed up all of my claims. Tonight isn’t going to be any different than the past few weeks.
Rei tucks a section of her hair behind her ear as she relaxes her posture.
Rei Park: The Cobra Queen has fought too hard to get to where I am now. I’ve clawed my way up from the opening matches of Glory to be in the Pride of 1WM Championship picture. I beat 4 other people to get this spot and I’m surely not going to let the jealousy of Justice or the verbal diarrhea of Jacob get me down. That title should still be in my possession and I will do whatever I have to so that I get it back. I WANT MY TITLE BACK!
Mari could see that Rei’s ears (and face) were starting to get a bit of a red hue about them, so she quickly decided to change the subject. Kaede also notices this starting to occur and readies herself to rectify the situation, furiously rooting around in her own bag.
Mari Moon: I think that’s everything I had notes on. I just wanted to thank you for taking time out of your busy match prep to talk to me. I also wanted to thank you for the Korean snacks and face masks. They were greatly appreciated. I actually used one of the masks on the flight home and was barely able to contain myself from the snacks and sweets.
Mari giggles a little bit and it is quite infectious as a soft chuckle comes from the Cobra Queen herself.
Rei Park: Well I’m glad you like them. Next time, I’ll bring a spare suitcase just for the goodies. I’m already planning on making a pit stop either before or after the tour stop in Japan… should we be going there of course.
Mari Moon: Of course. Nothing has been announced yet so I’m not sure where we’ll even be emanating from for Legendary 16.
Before either of them could say another word, Kaede approaches and puts a hand on Rei’s shoulder.
Kaede Tanabe: I’m sorry Ms. Moon, sweetie, but my client has one other brief interview to do with an overseas media outlet before her match. So I’m afraid we have to cut the interview here.
Mari Moon: Oh I understand, it’s not a problem.
Mari quickly starts to gather her belongings together.
Mari Moon: I’ll see you around Rei. Good luck out there. Coda and I will be rooting for you.
Rei Park: 감사합니다.
Both Mari and Rei wave to each other as Mari exits the room before the scene slowly fades out.
Booty Call doesn’t wait for the bell to finish echoing throughout before they try to bumrush Regulators and hit them from behind. But Sadie and Jane turn around just in time and are able to sidestep them. Yoon flies through the ropes, being followed by Jane leaving Sadie and Saraia in the ring. Saraia was able to keep herself from going through the ropes and turns around into a flying forearm smash from Sadie that sends her into the corner. Saraia comes out of the corner with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown on Sadie. Both women are quickly back up to their feet. Saraia tries to hit Sadie with a shotgun dropkick, but Sadie ducks out of the way and instead winds up hitting Saraia with a short arm clothesline before following it up with a back suplex. Sadie goes for a cover but it’s broken up by Yoon.
America: How in the hell are these two teams booked for Legendary Fifteen “Hell Freezes Over” yet the Headhunters aren’t?
Taj: Well for starters, America, Eric and Dexter Calloway just main evented Glory Ten two weeks ago.
America: Meh...
Yoon quickly hits Sadie with a split legged jawbreaker before getting out of the ring and back to her corner. Saraia comes over and tags her in and Yoon makes a bee line for Jane, attempting to hit her with a european uppercut. Jane was having none of that and instead fires off an elbow shot that rocks Yoon, sending her towards the center of the ring and allowing Sadie to tag Jane into the match. Jane marches right over to Yoon and hits her with a single knee facebuster before quickly locking in a Mexican surfboard. Yoon screams out as Saraia tries to come in and interrupt the situation, only to be cut off at the pass by Sadie with a jumping superkick! Jane eventually releases Yoon from the hold before pulling her up to her feet and lifting her onto her shoulders with Sadie’s help. It was then that Jane hit Yoon with an inverted Alabama slam before going for the cover.
Torres: Here are your winners… Sadie Cassidy and “Calamity” Jane Adler… REGULATORS, INC!
Taj: With this loss will this be the last appearance of Booty Call in 1WM?
America: Meh...
We open up inside of the locked locker room where Jenn is sitting on a chair, a look of anger and frustration on her face as she stares at the wall and at the camera. She doesn’t move, but eventually a calm expression comes over her as she continues to sit there, still, not a muscle moving or even a twitch. Just an eerie calm that washes over the room.
Jenn Drew: I’m not playing this game anymore tonight, Coda. I get it, you’re angry because you are the one that came up short at Glory. It’s not my fault you were the one that got pinned in the main event. Yet, you target me for your shortcomings. I’m sure you’re probably just jealous of the success I’ve been seeing lately, and who can blame you? Just look at the last few months I’ve had here. Won the number one contendership, beat both champions in a tag team match with my girl Rei, won in the main event of the last Glory, everything lately has been coming up Jenn.
Jenn finally stands up from her chair and begins to pace around the room as a slam is heard on the door and Jenn just laughs as she looks back at it for a moment.
Jenn Drew: But tonight, it’s not about Coda, or her short temper. Tonight, it’s about me rising to the top of the food chain here in One Wrestle. Tonight, it’s about me, Griffin Hawkins, and our esteemed champion Arley Kirk as we battle for the top prize here, the One Wrestle Championship. Tonight, the three of us go to war for the top prize in the game and only one can walk out the winner.
Jenn continues her pacing, a smile coming across her face as she looks up and right at the camera.
Jenn Drew: Arley Kirk, the woman who is synonymous with the One Wrestle Championship, She’s held that title for over a year now, putting her body on the line each and every time, racking up the nagging injuries, fighting through the constant pain in her body. She is the living embodiment of a walking car crash with the way she wrestles out there, using her body to cause damage to her opponents. See, Arley and I, we have similarities in our style, we both have to use speed and momentum to our advantage given our lack of size. There’s a difference between us though, Arley, I don’t need to sacrifice my well being all the time to be successful. See, you’re coming into this match with injuries, once I have spotted the last time we met in the ring in that tag match, the type of injuries that don’t just go away. Tonight isn’t about being the best wrestler, it’s about being the most opportunistic.
Jenn stops her pacing and turns to face the camera as the pounding on the door picks up once again and she just chuckles.
Jenn Drew: Then there’s Griffin Hawkins, the “Rockstar” of wrestling. This man got into this match when he managed to defeat me a month ago. Good for him, honestly. This man is still someone I have respect for, hell, we go way back. I’m not thrilled you’re in this match, Griff, I won’t deny that fact. This was supposed to be my time, my spotlight and mine alone. This was supposed to be the moment that I earned, but here you are, in my spotlight, in the biggest match I’ve ever had in my career. I’ve worked years, trying to get to this level, stepping away for two years because I lost all self confidence that I had what it takes.
I came back to this business last year because the itch was too much. I started to compete, getting that confidence back, finally getting to the level I’m at now. I’m finally so close to the top of the mountain and I can taste the gold. Tonight is my time, Arley, you’ve been a hell of a champion, but all things must come to an end and tonight is that night. Griffin, you are one of the best and your accolades speak for themselves, but again, tonight is going to be a night where you add yet another world championship to your mantle. Tonight will be for me to finally realize my destiny and become the One Wrestle Champion and both of you, you’ll just be another additions to my book.
Jenn blows a kiss to the camera and walks into a connecting room as she disappears from view.
Torres: The following is a THREE WAY MATCH for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender blares through the arena as Justice Cross makes her way out.
Torres: Coming to the ring first...from St. Louis, Missouri...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-six pounds….standing at five feet three inches...she is the challenger...JUSTICCCEEEE CROSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Justice has basically conned her way into a championship match tonight due to her interference at Legendary Fourteen “Maux d’Amour”.
America: Conned? That was a perfectly orchestrated plan devised by Joshua Samson and herself.
The upbeat tempo of ”불타오르네 (Fire)” by BTS begins to play throughout the arena’s sound system as the beat and the anticipation builds.
When the words “fire fire fire fire“ start resonating throughout, Rei Park bursts out from behind the curtain as fiery colored lights flash around the stage. She is exuding confidence, evident by the huge smile on her face as she holds her arms out to her side, bent at the elbow. When she reaches the top of the stage, she slowly pushes her hands out forward before a quick flick of the wrist down and up. She jumps up and her legs go out, hands slowly but quickly moving up her torso before her right hand goes out in front of her and she waves her pointer finger in a no motion before bringing it and her legs in together, knees bent as she gives a quick shake of the hip.
As J-Hope’s part of the first verse begins, Rei makes her way down towards the ring. Her arms remain at her side but swing freely as she prances down. Upon reaching the ring as the chorus begins, she hops onto the ring apron, knees down and arms spread across the rope before slowly getting up. She hits a pose with a smile before stepping into the ropes.
She quickly climbs a turnbuckle and hits the stage pose again, holding it for a few moments before hopping down, waiting off to the side as she listens to her entrance music fade out, being replaced by the thunderous cheering of fans.
Torres: Coming to the ring next from Seoul, South Korea...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet three inches….representing one-half of the Seoul Queens...she is the challenger...REEEEIIIIIII PARRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Last month Rei thought she claimed a prize she sought after since arriving to 1WM.
America: Yet her bubble was burst when the company overturned the decision and had Jacob retain the title.
"Necessary Evil" by Motionless in White feat. Jonathan Davis plays as Jacob Striker makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds...standing at six feet even...he is the current reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion….he is the Real Rock n’ Rolla….JACOOOOBBBBB STRIKEEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
Taj: It’s not like me to critique the talent but there is one issue I have with Jacob.
America: Oh this should be good, Please do tell, Taj.
Taj: While Jacob has been a decent champion thus far, he puts on as if his reign is comparable to Arley’s for instance. He’s only been the champion since December and this is only his second defense of the Pride championship.
America: Very good point, Taj. I definitely agree with all that.
Before the match can get underway, "AFFLUENZA" by 3TEETH blares throughout the Rogers Arena ushering in Kali Kartel’s Bodhi Bose. The crowd greets him with a resounding boo as he makes his way down to have a seat at the commentary table alongside Taj and America.
Taj: Well this is a surprise!
America: Welcome to the broadcast booth, Bodhi.
Bodhi Bose: You are welcome! I have come out here to give this match that little something it was missing. What is it? Oh yeah, star power. People wanna care about this and now they will with me sitting here with you two.
DING DING DING!!!
The referee rings the bell and the three of them go at each other. Justice takes a shot at Rei, who ducks and kicks her in the stomach. Jacob flies in with a double clothesline that takes the two women off of their feet. Jacob grabs a hold of Justice and powerbombs her.
Taj: Jacob has started this match off furiously.
America: He certainly seems motivated.
Bodhi: Looks like he may be juicing. I think he should be drug tested after this and if he is positive he should be stripped of the belt. He is clearly on something.
America: Now that you mention it, Bodhi, I think you’re right.
Jacob turns toward Rei who has gotten to her feet and catches Jacob off guard with a superkick! Justice pops up and together they hit Jacob with a double suplex. The two of them begin to stomp on Jacob.
Taj: It seems Rei and Justice have formed something of an uneasy alliance here.
Bodhi Bose: That is because they are thinking. You need to use your brain in the ring and not just an awful dweeb like most of the company's roster.
Rei pulls Jacob to his feet and whips him into the corner. Justice taps her on the shoulder and Rei Irish whips Justice into the corner. Justice hits a spinning heel kick to the Champ’s face and then lands over the top on the apron. Rei follows in and hits a spinning heel kick of her own. She lands on the opposite of the corner on the apron and the two nod to each other before hitting step-up enziguris simultaneously to the back of Jacob’s head in the corner!
Justice grabs the ropes and slingshots herself up onto the ropes, springboarding down into a dropkick that knocks Jacob back into the turnbuckles. Justice pops up and starts to punch away at Jacob. Rei comes into the ring and waits her turn. Rei pulls Justice off of Jacob and drops him to the mat with an inverted DDT. Jacob climbs to his feet and charges at Rei. They begin trading punches: Jacob. Rei. Jacob. Rei. Jacob. Jacob.
Bodhi Bose: Lots of stiff shots! I could use a stiff shot myself. Do you guys get catering while doing this commentary gig?
Jacob whips Rei into the ropes. He catches her on the rebound, lifts her up for a powerbomb but Rei is able to reverse into a hurricanrana! Justice follows with a wicked dropkick to the face of the Pride Champion that bounces Jacob’s head off the mat. Justice rolls out to the floor while Rei gets to one knee.
Taj: What in the world is Justice doing? They have Jacob rocking…
America: Maybe she’s leaving him to Rei so she can swoop in and pick the bones after?
Taj: I don’t know if she’d even do that...
America:...you KNOW she would do that!
Bodhi Bose: Why wouldn’t she do that? Again, smart wrestling! You need to be quick with your decisions and if you can win without getting hit, why not? Justice is doing the smart thing right now. I applaud her! I hope she wins.
Rei steps back and waits for Jacob to get up to all fours. Rei comes through with a soccer-style kick to the head that knocks Jacob down. Rei covers.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Jacob beats the count!
Justice pops up, dragging a chair from under the ring with her. Rei nods to Jacob and then Justice blasts Jacob in the back with the chair. She slides the chair into the ring and Rei catches Jacob with a jumping implant DDT onto the chair! Jacob starts to roll over, bleeding from his forehead. Rei covers as the referee starts to count as Justice slips under the ring again.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Justice looks up and nods to herself. Rei starts to get up and Justice throws a second chair so that it bounces off Rei’s face. Rei staggers back, bleeding from the impact. Justice jumps up, catches the chair flying back in midair and leaps into a Van Daminator! Rei goes down and Justice rolls away holding her ankle.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...Jacob starts to move.
Five...
Six...Rei rolls over and falls out of the ring.
Seven...Jacob sits up and starts to get to his feet.
Eight...Rei starts to her feet on the floor.
Nine...Both get to their feet.
Fighting back the pain in her ankle, Justice charges at the Champ. Jacob staggers back and catches Justice, throwing her over the top rope like a human javelin. Justice soars over the top and crashes head first into the barricade, landing in a heap at Rei’s feet.
Taj: MY GOODNESS!!
Bodhi Bose: Ouch!
America: Jacob finally got his hands on Justice and turned her into a damn lawn dart!
Taj: Even Rei looks shocked at that impact!
America: Well, if you saw that and knew you still had to fight the man that did it.
Bodhi Bose: If I saw someone do that I wouldn’t be scared! Rei is being lazy and not taking advantage of the situation. Not impressed.
The referee steps down to check on Justice, nods and starts his count.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...Justice starts to move and Jacob climbs through the ropes to the floor.
Six...
Rei turns to meet him and Jacob cracks Rei in the mouth, sending her stumbling into the aisle. Justice starts to get up and Jacob continues to batter Rei up the aisle towards the stage.
Seven...
Justice grabs the top of the railing and pulls.
Eight...
Jacob hammers Rei up to the stage and eats a kick to the chest that doubles him over.
Nine...
Justice reaches her feet just as Rei gets in some Muay Thai style knees on Jacob. The Pride Champ grabs Rei into a bearhug and then runs her back first into the One-Tron stanchion! Jacob pulls her up and hits his The Apocalypse (emerald flowsion) onto the steel! As the referee comes up the aisle, Jacob drags Rei up and hits a second The Apocalypse (emerald flowsion) on the steel!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Justice hurries up the ramp and catches Jacob with a strange hook kick just as he gets Rei to her feet. Justice tries for a big forearm but Jacob catches and swings her around like a baseball bat, knocking Rei off the stage and down through a table on the floor! Jacob swings Justice around and throws her off the stage as well! Justice plummets down and crashes through a second table just next to Rei. Jacob leaps off and drops a giant elbow down onto both women simultaneously!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Bodhi Bose: Such foul language from this crowd…
The referee moves in and starts to count.
One...
Two...
Three...
Taj: Nobody’s moving…
Four...
Five...
Six...
Taj: Jacob is stirring, Rei just twitched, Justice…
America: Get up, girl…
Seven...
Eight...
Jacob grabs at the boxes next to him and hoists himself up, but falls over Justice in the process.
Nine...
Rei weakly reaches out but finds nothing.
TEN!!!!
The referee calls for the bell.
Torres: Due to a triple countout the referee has ruled this contest a triple disqualification...since the championship cannot change on a disqualification...Jacob Striker retains the Pride of 1WM Champion!
Bodhi Bose: Really? Really?! That is no way to retain a championship. Jacob should stand up and demand the match be restarted. If I was the Pride of 1WM Champion… Actually you know what? I should be the champion, shouldn’t I?
Taj: Bodhi! Bodhi, where are you going?!
Bodhi Bose stands up, glaring at Jacob Striker before grabbing the championship from the time keeper and staring down at it for a second. He then rolls into the ring, draping the belt on top of Jacob before saying something to him and spitting in his face while he is on the mat!
America: Now that is some disrespectful stuff and I love it!
The fans all boo as Bodhi stands up, smiling and waving to them before rolling out of the ring to head to the back.
The feed cuts to another location within the Rogers arena where we find all three members of the Shinigami Foundation-Alex Slayer, David Belmont, and Amanda Belnades-standing and looking more than ready for a fight but oddly enough the usual very animated Belmont seems a little bit more..subdued for the lack of a better word.
Alex Slayer: On the last edition of Glory, the Foundation got tired of the disrespect that people here seem to have for the three of us. You see the Shinigami Foundation came here to this very company because we were told that this was the place to be on the entire indy scene and that the matches were just as fucking killer as say over in the Omega Wrestling Alliance and we came here to work against like minded serious wrestlers. But instead we get jackholes like the so called “Dog Pound” who don’t put in any fucking effort and they get the win because the ref just happens to be “out of place” to count the rightful pinfall that screws over the real tag teams or the Connelly Twins who think that simply because they shake their asses in the right direction it means that they have real talent and they are to be the next tag team champions around here.
So I took a page out of a very dark and sinister playbook...that of the Dark Carnival. And before anyone of you fucks think that I’m talking about some shitty backyard garbage promotion or some Insane Clown Posse shit...I ain’t, so screw that noise! The Dark Carnival was a tag team composed of “Good God” Kevin Powers and the “Apocalypse” Gabriel Poe..two men who just happen to know quite well because they trained me, helped to mold the boy that would evolve into the man that you see before you in terms of pure wrestling talent and pure focused talent...talent might I add that has been wasted on pieces of shit like the Dog Pound.
Alex stops for a moment and runs a hand through his shaggy mane of hair for a moment before shaking his head.
Alex Slayer: But they say that in those dire times that a person needs solid advice, the right person will come to you and that person did...but it was also the last person that I expected to in the form of Jacob Striker. He sat there and let me vent, he took in all of the fury that I was feeling and gave me the right advice at the right time and when I told David and Amanda to follow my lead at the last Glory...they might have had their issues with it, but in the end we went out there and got the job done because that’s what the Foundation does. We get shit done. And tonight, right here in Vancouver...that is exactly what’s going to happen as we put down four unworthy bitches and we bring honor and pride back to the world tag team championships.
David Belmont: While I may not agree with my partner’s..methods..during the course of the last show, he is right about one thing and that is we’ve been patient for far too long here in One Wrestling Movement. I mean honestly, Angelita you need to watch who you are calling a “fucking loser” because at least I possess the fucking talent to make it here in this industry while you just stand there as a walking votrex of fucking suck and there is not a damned thing that you can do to make us not see it because it’s right there..written on your freaking face..a face, might I add, that I’m going to personally help fix after I stomp that fugliness right out of it here tonight!!
Now the main difference between the Connelly’s and the Masters Sisters is the simple fact that the Masters’ have at least some inkling of talent, I mean seriously their matches involve freaking tactics of all sorts and actual wrestling holds other than the same kind of shit that you see out of some dumb shit’s three hour Monday night’s bullshit affair who thinks that sneezing is a fucking form of weakness!! But you see Moonlight and Aurora, that’s where everything about you that’s positive kinda comes to an abrupt end because where you two might have some talent, the Foundation comes bringing in that most feared of things which is talent handed down from on high by the Gods of Metal above *AND* the hard fought experience that gives us the know how to fucking use it in the ring each and every night!
Because when that bells rings, there is going to be aces high thrown down for each and every single mother fucker in this match, no matter who the unlucky soul is...I mean I might even give an Aces High to my own fucking self if I feel so inclined because one way or another, those tag team straps are coming home with the two of us, tell ‘em why, Amanda!
Amanda shakes her blue-haired head for a moment, chuckling ever so slightly as the camera focuses in on her.
Amanda: Belnades I mean yes, it is most certainly our time...don’t get me wrong. But more importantly tonight is the night that the Shinigami Foundation prove themselves to the faithful of One Wrestling Movement and the best way to do that is by taking the fight to everyone and anyone who thinks that we’re nothing more than three jokers in the deck of cards that is this promotion. The world tag team titles will more than likely be coming home with us because unlike our opponents, we’ve got the reputations for busting our collective asses on the international level of this sport, there is no denying that but more importantly here tonight that is going to be highlighted in the most brutally effective manner yet here because Masters Sisters, you are two talented women with an unpredictable streak no denying that but your dedication to making those titles bigger than yourselves just isn’t there is it?
And Connely Twins, let’s just face the cold, hard facts here. You don’t want the titles because you want to become known as one of the greatest teams around...you want that good old cashy bonus that comes with being the champions...you want those ten pounds of gold as fashion accessories and nothing else. While the Masters are willing to at least put the work in, the Connelly’s want everything handed to them..but right there in the middle, you have the Shinigami Foundation. Alex Slayer, a man who has a level of technical skill that nobody here in this promotion can truly touch because it’s been hardwired into his system, bred by two of the greatest wrestlers of the last generation into a handsome half-breed with the fire and the desire to do what it takes to get the job done.
And then you have David Belmont, the Berserker of Heavy Metal. The pure passion of Ozzy mixed with the fury of Monster Magnet, the calculated anger of WASP, the cold hard reality that is Megadeth and Iron Maiden wrapped into that impossible form of Saint Anger that is Metallica made manifest into a man who will double stomp your very heart right out of your damn chest. This is only two halves of the larger Shinigami Foundation, ladies and gentlemen, nowhere else will you find a perfectly balanced duo here in this or any other company. And it’s time for them to lay claim to their prizes and become *YOUR* Princes of this Universe.
Alex Slayer: Now if you’ll excuse us, there is mayhem to be done.
The trio then walk off as the feed cuts back to ringside.
Torres: This following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is set for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
“Whatever it takes" by Hollywood Undead plays as David Belmont and Alex Slayer, led by Amanda Belnades, make their way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-three pounds….they are the challengers….David Belmont and Alex Slayer….THE SHINIGAMMMMMIIIII FOUNDATIOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Shinigami Foundation is looking to obtain the Tag Team Championship tonight!
America: I have gone on record countless times tonight during the tag team matches and said none of them matter unless they are the Headhunters.
"Love to the Beat" by Warner Chappell Production Music plays as the Connelly Twins, Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly, make their way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next at a combined weight of two hundred and forty-five pounds….they are Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly….THE CONNELLLLYYYYY TWINNNNSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Surprisingly we haven’t heard very much from either of the Connelly Twins as of late.
America: It’s almost as if they just show up so they don’t get fired.
”Love is a Parasite” by Blanck Mass plays as The Master Sisters, Moonlight and Aurora, tag titles around their waists, make their way to the ring.
Torres: Finally coming to the ring...hailing from London, United Kingdom….they are the current reigning and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions….they are Moonlight and Aurora Master….THE MASTEEEERRRRRR SISTERRRRRRRRSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: So now, here we go!
America: Finally!
DING DING DING!!!
Angelita steps out to meet David, with Kylie, Alex, Aurora and Moonlight stepping out to the apron in their respective corners. The two competitors in the ring lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up in the middle of the ring. Angelita ducks under a headlock attempt by David to jump up into an enziguri. David goes down to all fours and Angelita runs to the ropes. She bounces off and jumps into a victory roll.
One...
Two...
T...KICK OUT!
Angelita dives to her corner, tags in Kylie and moves. As David starts to sit up, Kylie comes in and hits a shining wizard knee strike. Kylie goes for the cover.
One...
Two...Aurora breaks it up!
As Aurora starts to back off, the lights go out, bathing the arena in darkness. A siren goes off, red lights start flashing and Eppic’s “Hide and Seek” starts up. The Dog Pound, Bradley Alford and Tom Torch, step through the curtain. They walk down the aisle, almost seemingly enjoying the scorn heaped on them by the onlooking crowd.
Taj: What the hell are they doing here?
America Why don’t you go ask them?
Taj: They have no business here!
Bradley and Tom dive into the ring and attack Kylie and Aurora. Angelita, Moonlight, Alex and David jump in as well. The referee frantically calls for the bell!
Torres: Due to interference the referee has ruled this match a No Contest!
As the Dog Pound continues to rumble with the other teams, the lights go out again.
Taj: Now what?
America: Somehow, I don’t think we really wanna know...
Taj: But...
America: What is that?
The lights come back on and The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter, are in the ring.
America: FINALLY THE HEADHUNTERS ARE HERE!
Eric catches Kylie and Angelita for a double DDT while Dexter snaps off double clotheslines on David and Alex. Aurora knocks Bradley down with a stiff right only to run into a big boot from Eric while Moonlight and Dexter trade shots.
Taj: All hell has broken loose in the ring!
America: I know...isn’t it great?!
Eric and Dexter grab Aurora and hit their San Andreas Fault (Eric hits a wheelbarrow suplex while Dexter adds a sitout rear mat slam to drive an opponent's head into the mat)! Bradley crawls up behind Moonlight and double axes her while The Headhunters set the boots to the Shinigami Foundation. Moonlight starts to double over and Tom drills her in the mouth. Moonlight staggers and Bradley connects with a big dropkick! Moonlight staggers a little more and Eric catches her with a belly-to-belly suplex. Dexter slides out to the floor and pulls a pair of chairs out from under the ring. Tom drags David up and hits the Liberty Bell Smash (rope hung DDT)! Bradley hits a superkick on Alex, who turns and walks into Fireball Express (discus punch) from Tom!
Taj: WHAT COMBINATION FROM THE DOG POUND!
America: Alex is going to be feeling that one for a few days!
Dexter dives back into the ring and tosses a chair to Eric. The Dog Pound start to turn to face the Headhunters. Eric and Dexter bash both men over the head with vicious chair shots! Kylie and Angelita start to get up to all four and the Headhunters blasts them both in the back of the head with the chairs! Dexter nods and they blast Shinigami and then both members of the Master Sisters on the mat with their chairs as well!
Taj: Dear God, first the Dog Pound ruins this match and the Headhunters come in and just lay waste!
America: What does this do to the Tag Team Championship situation?
Taj: We’ve just had two teams get screwed out of title shots and that doesn’t even take into account the two that did it!
The World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from AO Arena in Manchester, United Kingdom
Streaming April 30, 2021
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
Three Way Match
Griffin Hawkins vs. Jenn Drew vs. "Suicide Blonde" Arley Kirk ©
Torres: The following THREE WAY MATCH is for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
“Wild Child” by W.A.S.P plays as Griffin Hawkins makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first...the challenger from Windsor, Ontario, Canada….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches….he is the Jukebox Hero….GRIFFIIIIIIINNNNNN HAWKINNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: Talk about someone that doesn’t deserve their spot in a championship match tonight!
Taj: What do you mean, America? Griffin defeated the Number One Contender in a clean match that got him here.
America: All I heard out of your mouth is that Griffin is buddy buddy with Arley Kirk...
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next….the challenger from Manchester, England….weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet….she is one half of the Seoul Queens….she is the Rebel Queen….JENNNNNNNN DREEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Jenn has really found her groove coming into Year Two. Tonight she stands at the cusp of greatness.
America: I really thought Jenn was going to be our next World Heavyweight Champion but that was BEFORE[/i] Griffin stuck his dumb looking hair into this match. Now that it’s a three way match, Jenn’s odds have been diminished.[/color]
"Global Domination" hits the system and there is a loud POP as Arley Kirk appears atop the Tron, black fuzzy LED angel wings on her back. Arley rips open a juice box and skolls it before slamming the empty carton on her forehead several times and getting another POP as she slides down to the ramp and makes her way down it, stopping for quick hugs and high fives and photos.
Torres: From Lake Fenton, MI. Weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is one half of Kawaii Trash Pandas GO, she is the current reigning and defending 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...this is "The Suicide Blonde".....ARLEEEEYYYYYYYY KIRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades.
Taj: It should be noted that Arley is suffering from a prolonged back injury due to her reckless style of wrestling.
America: And the fact that the last time she wrestled in a singles match, Solomon Monster tried everything in his power to break her back.
Taj: It can’t be denied that Arley is a fighting champion and has set the standard for the World Heavyweight Championship. Also I must mention that a later stipulation was added to this match earlier today that if any member of the 1WM roster interferes in this match he or she will be immediately released from the company.
America: Of course there is! Anything to ensure that Arley continues on as the shining light of the company.
Jenn tugs at the ropes while Arley stretches and touches her toes, Griffin loosens his wrist as all three wait for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING!!!
Griffin charges across the ring, Jenn Drew ducks a clothesline attempt and runs over to Arley smashing her with a forearm. Jenn stomps Arley a few times, Griffin comes up from behind and taps Jenn on the shoulder. Jenn turns around and Griffin levels with her a successful clothesline. Jenn rolls out of the ring as Arley pops back up. She quickly hurries over to Griffin and hits him with a hard right followed by a spinning wheel kick. Jenn rolls back into the ring, grabs Griffin from behind, and rolls him up with a pin.
One...
Two…kick out!
Taj: Jenn looking for a quick pin.
America: She is just trying to gain the highest prize in all of wrestling.
Jenn pounds the mat in frustration before pulling Griffin to his feet and hitting a snap suplex. Jenn kips up as Griffin gets back to his feet. Griffin attempts another clothesline, Jenn dodges and hits Griffin with a Pele kick! Jenn stops for a moment with both of her opponents on the mat and plays to the booing crowd.
America: Come on, Jenn! Get your head back into the match!
The Champ climbs back to her feet and leans against the corner. Jenn doesn’t notice as she turns and is hit with Kirk The Bucket! (Springing superkick)! Arley covers.
One...
Two...Griffin grabs a hold of Arley to break the pin!
Griffin hoists Arley up over his head in a suplex position. She begins to kick her legs, Griffin wobbles and eventually drops Arley. She hits him with a double knee backbreaker. Jenn is back up and he rushes at The Champ. The two begin trading blows: Jenn. Arley. Jenn. Arley. Jenn. Arley. Jenn. Jenn. Jenn.
Taj: There is definitely no love lost between these two women!
America: In all honesty, is there really anyone that truly likes Arley?
Jenn whips Arley into the ropes and on the rebound snatches her up in chickenwing submission. Arley struggles against the hold, gritting her teeth while reaching for the ropes. Jenn wraps her legs around Arley’s midsection and pulls her toward the middle of the ring.
Taj: Arley is refusing to tap!
Griffin flies in with a double axe handle smash, breaking up the hold. Griffin hits Jenn with a piledriver. Arley gets back to her feet and Griffin looks to her, they both nod and pull Jenn to her feet. They attempt a double suplex but at the last minute Jenn avoids it by dropping down and hitting Griffin with a low blow and punching Arley in the stomach!
Taj: It looked like Arley and Griffin were going to try and work together but Jenn had other plans.
America: Showing once again why Jenn deserves to be the next World Heavyweight Champion!
Taj: She certainly is crafty, but I’m not sure I agree with the tactics.
America: Goody two-shoes!
Jenn kicks Arley a few times before pulling her up to her feet. Jenn kicks Arley in the stomach and powerbombs her into the turnbuckle before switching her focus over to Griffin. She lifts Griffin up, but Griffin hits Jenn with a lariat and then a powerbomb of his own before covering.
One…
Two…
THR...KICK OUT!!
Taj: Griffin was millisecond for becoming the World Heavyweight Champion!
America: I almost threw up in my mouth at that thought!
Griffin climbs off of Jenn, but holds onto her hair. Arley comes in with a flying dropkick and levels the contender. Griffin spills over the ropes and tumbles to the outside. Jenn is slow to get up but when she does she kicks The Champ in the stomach again. Arley stumbles back before charging forward and connecting with a massive lunging clothesline that sends them both flying over the ropes and tumbling to the outside!
All three are writhing on the floor outside. Jenn is first to get up and pulls The Champ up by her hair. She sends Arley headfirst into a ring post. Blood erupts from her forehead as Jenn smirks. Griffin is up and Jenn hits him with a solid right hand. The two begin trading blows: Griffin. Jenn. Griffin. Jenn. Jenn. Low blow by Jenn. Griffin falls limp into Jenn as Arley flies in with a body splash, sending all three of them to the floor.
Taj: The three are brawling outside now!
America: This is going to end poorly for someone.
Jenn is the first one up, followed by Arley. Jenn shakes the cobwebs loose and hits Arley. Kirk falls back into a German suplex from Griffin on the ramp!
Taj: Goodness! That is devastating!
America: That’s going to leave a mark.
Griffin pops up just as Jenn connects with a superkick on Griffin. Hawkins doesn’t fall but wobbles back toward the curtain. Jenn turns her attention back to The Champ who is laying on the ground. Suddenly a Spanish woman pops out from behind the curtain and yells “HEY, PUTO!”. Griffin turns around and the woman cracks Griffin over the head with a steel chain! As Griffin doubles over, the woman drives the chain over Griffin’s back before tossing it aside.
America: Who in the world is this chick?!
Taj: That’s Noelle Jansen! She is currently in contract negotiations with the company. What is her issue with Griffin though?!
Noelle yells out, “¡Cortesía del Kartel!”, before dropping Griffin face first on the ramp with a curb stomp. The half face painted woman kicks Griffin for good measure before she disappears back behind the curtain.
Taj: Did she just yell out what I think she did?! Noelle isn’t even officially a member of 1WM yet her outburst clearly declares where her allegiance will reside.
America: I like this Noelle chick already! And the beauty of all this is that Noelle can’t be released from her contract because she hasn’t signed one yet! Hahaa….
Jenn pulls Arley up to her feet by her hair and whips her toward the ring. Arley slams into the side of the canvas with her well-documented injured back. Jenn grabs her by the hair and smashes her head into the mat before tossing her into the ring. Jenn rolls in behind Arley, pulls her to her feet, and then hits her with The Final Act (Tornado DDT)! Jenn quickly scales the turnbuckles before leaping off with The Curtain Call (630 corkscrew senton)! Jenn covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match AND NEW 1WM World Heavyweight Champion…Jenn Drew!
Taj: After more than a full year, 1WM has a brand new World Champion!
America: Freaking finally! The stranglehold that Arley has had on the title is finally over!
Taj: Medics are out checking on Griffin after that brutal attack by Noelle Jansen.
The referee attempts to raise Jenn Drew’s hand, but the champion shoves him away. She grabs Arley, lifts her off the mat, and plants her face first with her very own Michi-Destroyer (Canadian destroyer)!
Taj: That is Arley’s finisher move! This is unnecessary!
America: She’s just sending a message to Arley and anyone else who dares challenge her!
Security swarms the ring, but Jenn snatches her newly acquired belt and exits, tossing her hands up in the air on her way out. The 1WM logo then flashes across the screen and Legendary Fifteen comes to an end.
Robert Garcia: You got this, you know that partner?
Jacob Striker: I know that, brother.
Uiriamu Minami: So what’s the game plan though?
Jake stops and looks at his friend, his face slowly breaking out into a truly evil grin.
Jacob Striker: Why to go forth and kick a little ass with my good brothers, of course! But most importantly, just focus on the job at hand.
Robert Garcia: Then maybe crack a couple of Fosters afterwards?
Jacob Striker: Yeah, win or lose...I owe you guys that much.
Robert Garcia: Alrighty then, lead on my brother because those asses aren’t going to kick themselves!
The camera feed then cuts as Jake and company enter the arena.
The shaky camera heads backstage to find Jenn Drew in a full sprint through the hallway labyrinth. In her desperation, she slyly shoves a crew member into her pursuer’s path in an attempt to slow her down while she turns a corner. Coda comes into view, her speed halted as she tries to avoid hurting the technician. The Pint-Sized Kaiju dodges the best she can and stumbles around the sharp curve in her hunt for the woman who cost her team the victory at Glory 10 by holding Coda’s feet down from outside the ring during a pin.
Taj: Coda’s gonna kill you, Jenn!
America: Watch your tongue, Taj! You’re talking about the next 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, after all! The strategy Jenn employed that night is called an apron double leg cradle. Making use of a little physics principle called leverage, it’s technical mastery at its finest with an emphasis on teamwork.
Taj Hennessey-Monroe rolls her eyes heavily at her tattooed broadcast partner while many 1WM roster members watch on as the chase continues. Once the Seoul Samurai closes in on the Seoul Queen like a hunter and her prey, Jenn’s caught with a tackle takedown! Mounted above her, Coda lays in a few punches with her modified fingerless grappling gloves while the crowd cheers heavily! It’s short-lived, though. The wiley high flyer manages to slip out of the full mount by twisting their positions to her advantage and then scurries in the opposite direction as quickly as she can!
Taj: She got a few good hits in, America. Will that affect her chances in the triple threat main event later this evening against Griffin Hawkins and reigning champion Arley Kirk?
America: Of course not!
Coda gives chase once more, not satisfied with the few punches that connected with her newfound rival’s face. Jenn tosses a few things over, creating some obstacles in the way of Coda as she turns the corner and heads into her locker room, locking the door shut behind her as Coda catches up and starts to pound on the door in frustration.
Familiar Voice: Be careful. 1WM may fine you five thousand dollars for bruising the paint, Ms. Coda.
She looks over her shoulder to find her tag team partner, Ursula Von Rossbach, seated in a folding chair and casually reading an unmarked book. Ursula is dressed in more casual attire; a black muscle shirt, pants, and combat boots. Her hands are clearly taped, an indication of her purpose here tonight.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Besides, your hands may be required tonight, and I would prefer them to be in working, optimal condition.
Coda smiles faintly, then follows her friend down the corridor as Legendary 15 continues.
One Wrestle Movement
In Association With
Stanton Entertainment Network
Presents
Live from the Rogers Arena in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
In Association With
Stanton Entertainment Network
Presents
Live from the Rogers Arena in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY FIFTEEN “HELLS FREEZES OVER”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: You’d think it’d be ALOT colder here in Canada but it’s actually not that bad.
Taj: Well if it were cold I can guarantee that inside the Rogers Arena things are going to get hot as Hell now that Legendary Fifteen is underway.
America: That was really lame, chick.
Taj: I thought it was a good play on words. Anyway, we have a great night of wrestling action starting with four debut matches.
America: El Diablo Blanco, Alexandria Kruse, Keiji Sugiwara, Chris Crippler, Kevin Hunter, and The Rebel Rousers, Chase Evans and Teddy Morse. That’s ALOT of damn people showing up in 1WM at one time.
Taj: It is indeed, America. But the influx of new talent is the lifeblood of the company. Without them we’d be out of a job.
America: Maybe you but not me. I’m always going to get to the bag.
Taj: To headline the night we have three Three Way matches for the three championships we have.
America: Jacob Striker, the Pride of 1WM Champion, defends his title against Rei Park and Justice Cross. If Jacob doesn’t completely demolish these two chicks, I think my faith in humanity will be lost forever.
Taj: Following that the Master Sisters, Moonlight and Aurora, will defend the Tag Team Championship against the Connelly Twins, Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly, and the Shinigami Foundation, David Belmont and Alex Slayer.
America: Unless you say that the Headhunters are getting a much deserved title match, none of those teams matter to me.
Taj: And in the main event Arley Kirk will once again defend her World Heavyweight Champion but this time she puts it all on the line against Griffin Hawkins and Jenn Drew.
America: How in the hell did Griffin sneak his way into this match? Don’t answer because everyone knows that being buddy buddy with the Kirks will get you where you clearly don’t belong!
Taj: Now you don’t believe that, America?
America: The hell I don’t! If Griffin somehow pulls out a miracle and wins tonight it’ll be worse than Arley’s reign. Jenn is our saving grace.
Taj: Now that my colleague has gotten that off her chest, let’s get on with Legendary Fifteen “Hell Freezes Over”.
Backstage in the Rogers Arena El Diablo Blanco can be seen preparing himself for his match. He's leaned over tying up his New Balance running shoes when Butterscotch Monroe approaches him.
Butterscotch Monroe: El Diablo, welcome to One Wrestle Movement. I know the announcement of your debut here in the promotion came with short notice but we're certainly happy to have you aboard.
El Diablo Blanco stands up and fist bumps Butterscotch Monroe.
El Diablo Blanco: I'm happy to be here, Sister. I said it before and I'll say it again. Sometimes life closes a door on you. You're left without options. You're left as nothing more than dust in the wind, Sister. Well, let me tell you something. In that moment you need to take options into your own hands and break down a wall like the Kool-Aid Man and create opportunity.
Butterscotch Monroe: Take us up to speed if you will. There are many backstage that are aware of you and what you've come to accomplish but there are many that either only know you by name or know nothing of you. We're mere moments away from your debut. Let the world know why we should keep our eyes on The Backyard Phenom known as El Diablo Blanco.
El Diablo Blanco: To make a short story shorter, I've only been in the biz a little more than a year, Sister. I've spent the last twenty plus years wrestling on the backyard circuit.
Butterscotch Monroe: I'm sorry. There's a backyard circuit?
El Diablo Blanco: Oh yeah, there is, Sister. Just in my town alone in the suburbs of Chi-Town we've got the Backyard Wrestling Alliance, Neighborhood Xtreme Wrestling, World Wrestling Entertainment of Ridge Avenue…. they're the smallest fed in town though, Sister. I could go on for hours but let me break it down for you. Here I am a 34 year old man wrestling in people's backyards for no pay; only for the love of the game, Sister. I believe it was the great David Wooderson that said, "I get older, they stay the same age." Unfortunately, for this situation, Sister, it ain't a good thing. 34 year old man suplexing these 14-18 year old kids through plywood tables and I'm the first that needs to run when the police get called.
Butterscotch Monroe seems a little distraught about El Diablo's psyche for a grown man wrestling children.
El Diablo Blanco: Well the Wifey gave me an ultimatum in the end. No more wrestling in the backyards for no pay. Either I get trained and turn a career out of things or I quit and keep sticking with the 9-5. So that's what I did, Sister. I kept my 9-5, I went to the greatest training facility in the world, GOAT Farm Wrestling and before long I snagged my first contract. I've been with Blood and Nation Promotions. I've been with EPIC, OATH and UCCL. I've gone all in, Sister, and I can't go back to that 9-5 anymore. Still, I need to take care of my two Little Diablitos at home.
Butterscotch Monroe: I'm sorry, little diablitos?
El Diablo Blanco: I GOT KIDS, Sister. When all those other promotions went belly up and I was left without a home I had to think about putting food in their mouths. Enter my good buddy, Arley Kirk. Few know this but the two of us have crossed paths before on the circuit.
Butterscotch Monroe: And for clarification, the circuit refers back to Backyard Circuit, correct?
El Diablo Blanco: You know it, Sister. We've never wrestled each other but we've shared a locker room a time or two. So I gave her a ring on the old cellular phone and she told me about how her career has skyrocketed since joining 1WM. I trust that girl with my life, Sister, so here I am.
Butterscotch Monroe: So we owe your emergence in 1WM to the champion?
El Diablo Blanco: She guided me but I'm not going to get by on her dime. No way, no sir, that ain't my style. El D is all about making a name of his own. I'm going to start myself out at the bottom and make my way up. I've never had a thing I haven't earned through hard work and perseverance. I live by that motto and it's amassed me a Nation.
Butterscotch Monroe: A Nation?
El Diablo Blanco: The Diablo Nation, Sister. My fanbase seems to have followed me everywhere I've gone. They've evolved from the States and made their way north of the border when I joined OATH. That's why it means so much to me to debut with 1WM tonight in Canada in front of all my fans. So stay tuned, Sister. In a mere moment, I'm making my way out to that ring against Alexandria Kruse and we're going to tear it up. There's only one other question to ask and it's, "What Did the Fox Say?" Diggit?!
El Diablo Blanco walks off towards the gorilla position to make his entrance as Butterscotch Monroe is left a bit confused.
Butterscotch Monroe: Dig what? What about foxes?
Debut Match
El Diablo Blanco vs. Alexandria Kruse
El Diablo Blanco vs. Alexandria Kruse
The referee calls for the bell and the two competitors circle around one another, with their eyes locked on one another, both competitors seeming to sense blood in the water. Blanco shoots forward and locks Alexandria in a collar-and-elbow tie up, but Alexandria pushes back immediately and presses Blanco up against the ropes. She goes for a chop across the chest of the backyard wrestling vet, but Blanco blocks the move quickly and delivers a chop of his own.
Crowd: WOOO!
Blanco delivers a quick scoop slam to Alexandria before dropping an elbow across the chest. He goes for the cover.
One...
Two..kick out.
Blanco pops back to his feet and pulls Alexandria up to a vertical base as well. He backs Alexandria into the turnbuckle and goes for an Irish whip across the ring. Alexandria reverses and sends Blanco into the opposite turnbuckle. As Blanco comes out of the turnbuckle, Alexandria hits a quick standing dropkick and goes for a cover of her own.
One…
Two...kick out.
Taj: El Diablo Blanco started this match off pretty hot, but Alexandria seems to be battling back in strong fashion.
America: El Diablo might not be used to wrestling in a building?
Alexandria delivers two well-placed stomps to the gut of the fallen Blanco. El Biablo is forced to roll onto his stomach to try and re-position himself and crawl away from Alexandria. Kruise drops a sharp knee across the back of the neck of Blanco. She pulls Blanco back to his feet and bounces him off the ropes. Blanco ducks underneath the clothesline and nails Alexandria with a clothesline of his own! Blanco pulls Alexandria back to her feet and goes for a DDT, but Alexandria punches her way out of it with multiple shots to the gut. Blanco staggers back and Alexandria begins to level Blanco in the side of the head with a multitude of hard right hands. She wheels behind him and nails a vicious back-cracker before covering.
One…
Two…
T...KICK OUT!
America: Alexandria almost had it!
Taj: What resilience from El Diablo!
America: Yeah, okay. Keep praising this backyard wrestling bum.
Alexandria gets back to her feet, clearly feeling frustrated that she can’t put Blanco away. Blanco struggles back to his feet and Alexandria goes for a spear. Blanco sidesteps and sends Alexandria flying shoulder-first into the turnbuckle. He pulls Alexandria out from her place between the ropes and delivers a violent knee to the midsection, forcing her to double over. He sets Alexandria up and nails a stump piledriver! He quickly ascends the top turnbuckle before coming off with Feeling Froggy (top rope splash)! Blanco goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Taj: El Blanco with a strong performance and a debut victory!
America: Great…now you’re going to keep slurping this guy for another month, at least. Damnit…
The view opens in one of the skyboxes at Rogers Arena, with an unfamiliar face seated in the middle. He seems to be in his early 40’s, pretty big at 6’5’’, dressed in a leather jacket and a pair of black jeans, his long black hair pulled into a tight ponytail. He turns to face the camera and we see the words “Old School Cool” Don Tirri printed on the front of the T-shirt he wears under the jacket. The man chuckles and gives the camera a mock salute.
Don Tirri: Well hello there. Didn’t hear ya come in. In fact, I didn't think I’d be bothered here in the first place, but I guess Lash set you up as a prank to me.
Tirri rolls his eyes before continuing.
Don Tirri: Anyway, since you're here, might as well introduce myself. Names Don Tirri. Some of ya might remember me from the Ladder match I had with Lash Donohue over the SplatTV Multiuniversal title earlier this month, but let's face it: Most of you got zero clue as to who I am.
He pauses to fish out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up.
Don Tirri: So yeah. Name’s Tirri. Been in this business for about 25 years. Wrestled pretty much all over the world. Laid low for a few years before getting back into the swing of things last October. And I guess here’s the spot where I run down all my accomplishments and accolades?
He looks at the camera with a questioning look on his face, the cameraman shrugging as a response.
Don Tirri: Well, I won’t. Not because I ain’t got none, but because quite frankly listing all the shit I’ve done elsewhere isn’t really that relevant when it comes to why I am here in OneDub. See, I started to keep tabs on the product here after having that fight with Lash, and I’ve been enjoying what I’ve seen. Sure, I already work for 3 different promotions, but back in the day I used to work 8 shows in 7 days easy, so adding another to the mix ain’t no sweat off my back. And quite frankly, it looks to me that OneDub could use someone like me.
Tirri takes a few drags off of his cigarette, until an attendant comes to point at the “no smoking” sign on the wall. Tirri stares at the young usher with disbelief in his eyes, takes a few more drags just to mess with the kid and then stomps out the cigarette, blowing the smoke at his face. He then returns his gaze to the camera and continues.
Don Tirri: Where was I… Oh right. OneDub could use someone like me. So what am I like? Well, Anyone who paid attention to my row with Lash might’ve figured it out. But to put it bluntly: I’m here to kick ass, not make friends. If you act like an idiot I can and I WILL call you out on it. And to be perfectly honest with you, I don’t give two shits if stuff I say offends your sensibilities. I’m too old to sugarcoat shit. And trust me on this: If I want to get under your skin. If I WANT to piss you off? I will find a way. And often that's exactly what I do because a human shows their true colors when pissed off. So that's what you got to look forward to when I get going in OneDub.
Tirri turns his gaze back to the proceedings on the ringside and waves at the cameraman.
Don Tirri: Now piss off. And tell Lash that as far as pranks go, this was a 2,5 outta 5. Not good, not terrible.
The cameraman gets the hint and the view fades to black.
Debut Match
Keiji Sugiwara vs. Chris Crippler
Keiji Sugiwara vs. Chris Crippler
The veteran Crippler starts off the match by charging straight forward at Keiji, hitting him with a hard European uppercut that nearly takes his head off. Keiji stumbles back into the corner and when Crippler comes back towards him, Keiji fires off a back elbow that catches Crippler off guard. Keiji is quick to take over control, hitting Crippler with a series of moves that backs him up, allowing Keiji to come out of the corner. Crippler goes to hit him with a clothesline, but Keiji slides under his legs with a baseball slide before popping up and hitting a Pele kick on Crippler that causes him to stumble before hitting him with a dragon suplex. Keiji goes for a cover but Crippler manages to kick out just after two before Keiji pulls the veteran back up to his feet.
Taj: Chris might be suffering from a bit of ring rust.
America: Might? More like he is!
Keiji goes for a DDT, but Crippler is able to turn things around and instead lift Keiji up and hit him with a pendulum backbreaker. The spritely Keiji rolls around on the mat as he clutches at his back, Crippler standing over him like a predator stalking its prey. He then goes around Keiji, stomping on his limbs before he tries to lock in a sharpshooter. Even though he’s in pain, Keiji manages to wiggle free. But the reprieve is brief as Crippler hunts him down and pulls him up to his feet, hitting him with Crippler DDT (evenflow ddt).
Torres: Here is your winner… CHRIS CRIPPLER!
Taj: Chris manages to pull it off!
America: Uh...okay.
The cameras cut to the back where Katrina Culpepper is walking through the hallway heading her way towards the ring. It's almost time for her match as Adrian Lancaster is right beside her. Katrina's eyes are focused on the ring as Adrian Lancaster is talking softly to her. Butterscotch Monroe steps in front of the two ladies while holding a microphone in her hand.
Butterscotch Monroe: I am sorry to bother you ladies but I was wondering if you would like to speak about your match.
Katrina shakes her head as Adrian places her hands on her hips while looking at this woman standing in front of them.
Adrian Lancaster: Who in the hell are you?
Butterscotch Monroe: I am......
Adrian places her hand in front of Butterscotch's face.
Adrian Lancaster: Shut up! I don't care what your name is or why you think you have the right to interview either of us.
Butterscotch blinks her eyes at Adrian Lancaster as Katrina looks at her with a look that could kill.
Katrina Culpepper: In just a few minutes, I'm going to be in the ring with some bastard who has no idea what awaits him. This is my home country and there is no way in hell I am going to let them down. I'm not like you idiot Americans. I will fight till there is nothing left in me. I'm going to unleash the Canadian Strong Style and there is nothing Kevin Hunter can do to stop me.
Katrina bumps her shoulder into Butterscotch while continuing down the hall.
Adrian Lancaster: The Dog Pound continues to impress.
Adrian walks off after Katrina leaving Butterscotch with her rubbing her shoulder and telling the camera guy to cut.
Debut Match
“The Devil Incarnate” Kevin Hunter vs. Katrina Culpepper
“The Devil Incarnate” Kevin Hunter vs. Katrina Culpepper
The crowd is cheering for Katrina with her being from Canada. This doesn’t please Kevin Hunter one bit and he charges forward. Katrina gets out of the way just in time and hits him with a dropkick to the back that sends him flying forward. He catches himself before crashing into the corner and turns around, finding Katrina charging towards him. He can’t get out of the way in time and is met with a right hook before Katrina follows this up with a series of knife edge chops that backs him up completely into the corner.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOO! WOOO!
Katrina goes to pull Hunter out of the corner, but he’s able to turn things around and slams her into the corner, quickly following it up with a corner clothesline. Hunter pulls her out of the corner and drops her with a dropkick before locking in Horse Collar (over the shoulder single leg boston crab)!
Taj: Kevin looking to end it here!
America: Come on, Katrina, don’t give up! Canada needs you!
Katrina writhes her body towards the ropes, screaming in pain before she’s able to wrap a hand around the bottom rope and forcing Hunter to release the hold. The ref tells him to back up as Katrina gets to her feet cause she’s still got hold of the ropes. Once she’s vertical again, Hunter stomps forward but is met with Hail Canada (discus clothesline) from Katrina! Katrina gets up to her feet again and this time turns Hunter over onto his back and locks in Hot Chili Pepper (sharpshooter)! Kevin tries to crawl towards the ropes, holding his hand out to Priscilla who holds hers out to him. Katrina realizes what’s going on and pulls Hunter back to the center of the ring. Now further away from his manager, he has no choice but to tap out.
Torres: Here is your winner… KATRINA CULPEPPER!
Taj: Katrina with the big win in her home country of Canada!
America: She’s not going to enjoy it for long because here comes the rest of Reaper Inc.!
As soon the bell rings, The Dragonslayers, Michael Shaw and Sam Steele, charge their way down the ramp. Katrina spots them coming and hightails it out of the other side of the ring. Priscilla, Michael, and Sam enter the ring to check on their Reaper Inc. leader.
The Morse Ranch. Cheatham County, TN
We open on a weathered looking U.S flag, swaying in the breeze as it hangs from a flag holder in front of a house. The camera pans out and around the property, passing over the driveway. We see a beat up old red Ford Explorer, a faded blue Chevrolet Chevette, a large black Ford F150, and a Harley Davidson Road King sitting in or around the driveway and carport. The scene fades out from here and back in on another spot on the property. Horses mosey about in the stables outside of an old red barn and there’s the distant sound of various farm animals in the distance. Cows. Chickens. There’s a distant rumble of thunder despite the skies being clear with the sun out. Wait, no. That’s not thunder. That sounds like...gunfire?
One more fade to black and back in on another property spot. We’re at what looks like a personally built range. Standing at a table, a man in worn out carpenter jeans, work boots and a sleeveless white t-shirt stands with an AR-15, popping off rounds at the targets set up at different distance intervals. Tinted safety goggles and a woodland camo bandana over his mouth and nose hide his identity. We can only guess that it’s Teddy Morse of the Rebel Rousers, because the other half of the tag team - Chase Evans - paces back and forth, slowly, in front of the camera, puffing on a Swisher. Chase is wearing a faded pair of USMC fatigue pants, boots and a sleeveless black t-shirt with a black Grunt Style bandana tied around his head like a headband.
Chase Evans: Well, well now! One Wrestle Movement! How’s y’all this mornin’? Don’t mind the commotion. Me an’ Teddy, we’re just blowin’ off some extra steam, if you will.
Behind Chase, Teddy sets down the AR-15 and picks up a Mossberg pump action. He starts blasting down the range. Meanwhile, Chase continues.
Chase Evans: But since we got y’all here, why don’t we get right to the point? We know what y’all came here for.
He pauses for a drag on his cigar; also to take a moment to gather his thoughts.
Chase Evans: Now, it’s been about...oh...almost two years now, since me and my brother stepped into a wrestlin’ ring. April twenty ninth, two thousand nineteen. Tucson, Arizona. So yeah, been about a minute. Now, make no mistake, we been doin’ alright for ourselves but it’s like some people say: professional wrestlin’s kinda like gettin’ a tattoo. Once you start, it becomes reeeeal hard to just stop. Y’all feelin’ me?
Chase makes a swiping motion with his hands in front of him to stress his point of quitting. He pauses a moment, looking at the camera to let the viewers pick up what he’s putting down.
Chase Evans: See, we came in, did our thing, had a bit of a rough road but you know what? We ain’t ever quit. That ain’t how we do shit around here. We took our licks. Teddy had to sit back and wait to be cleared. “Doctor’s orders” and all that bullshit, but we been sittin’ here waitin’. Waitin’ for the opportunity to present itself for the Rebel Rousers to step back into the game. I say again, “Rebel. Rousers.” Not that Rebel Forces bullshit that Alex Brody tried to lay on our asses. Nah, see, that’s about where shit started really goin’ in the gutter for us. When you put your faith into someone who tries to make you become someone you ain’t, when you let them try to use you for their own benefit, that’s where you need to wake up and take a damn good look at yourself in the mirror and say “what the HELL happened?!”
Over at the table, Teddy pauses and looks back over at his shoulder from Chase’s yell. He ignores it for now and sets the shotgun down. He picks up a pistol next and continues his target practice. Meanwhile, Chase is starting to get more fired up.
Chase Evans: And that’s exactly what me and my brother did. We took a look at ourselves and we didn’t like what we saw. We didn’t like what we became. Our old man always told us - shit, he’s still tellin’ us - don’t change who you are for ANYBODY! Hell naw, so we’re back to square one, y’all. Sometimes you just need to start over. S’that simple. That brings us to where we at now. One Wrestle Movement. Vancouver, British Columbia. Hell Freezes Over. The Rebel Rousers are hittin’ the reset button and goin’ back to what we know and what we know is simple. Whuppin’ ass. That’s what we know. That’s how we do. The only question we got is: how do y’all want it?
Chase pauses again, shrugging his hands out as he watches the camera. Teddy finishes unloading at the table. He appears to take a moment to properly clear all of the weapons being used then turns and starts walking towards the foreground where Chase is.
Chase Evans: S’that simple. How do y’all want it? Me an’ my brother can walk up in there, shake hands, may the best team win, or we can--
Teddy Morse: How they want it? Naw, I’ll tell y’all how they want it. Couple o’boys callin’ themselves the Dragonslayers. Michael Shaw an’ Sam Steele. Well lemme tell y’all somethin’; we ain’t dragons, boys. Hell naw. Just a couple o’hard workin’ country boys lookin’ to reignite the passion o’the sport.
Teddy lifts his tinted goggles up and tugs his bandana down from over his mouth and nose. He definitely isn’t.
Teddy Morse: See, we was trynna be the humble type. Real polite like. Wanna talk about doggone vocabulary an’ how that’s all we got. Well, if y’all was such badasses an’ shit, I reckon y’all woulda listened when we said this ain’t our first rodeo, fellers. We ain’t new to this shit. We know exactly what the hell this business is all about. Y’all got nothin’ but trash talk and mama jokes ‘cause yer too damn hardheaded or just plain doggone stupid.
Chase slaps Teddy in the chest with a hearty laugh and takes a heavy drag off of his cigar.
Chase Evans: Yessuh!!! But y’all know what? We don’t mind that. Not one bit. That’s exactly how we prefer it. See, we don’t mind a show of good sport but when a couple o’sumbitches come out spittin’ that venom, wantin’ blood and broken bones, that’s that shit that lights a fire right up under our asses!
Teddy Morse: Yessir, yessir so y’all don’t even worry about doin’ that homework. We about to come and give y’all a first hand demonstration.
Chase Evans: Hell might be freezin’ but it’s about to get hot as bitch up in Canada, boys!
Teddy Morse: HEEEEEELL YEEEEEEAAAAHHH!!!!
Teddy hollers at the top of his lungs while Chase takes one more drag on his Swisher before blowing out the smoke and flinging it at the camera as the shot cuts to black.
Tag Team Debut Match
The Rebel Rousers (Chase Evans and Teddy Morse) vs. Dragonslayers ("The Prodigy" Michael Shaw and "Hard Knox" Sam Steele)
The Rebel Rousers (Chase Evans and Teddy Morse) vs. Dragonslayers ("The Prodigy" Michael Shaw and "Hard Knox" Sam Steele)
Chase and Michael start off for their respective teams in typical fashion, pacing around the center of the ring and locking up briefly before Chase drives a knee into Michael’s abdomen and knocking the wind out of him. He then fires off a series of stiff punches and forearms before locking his arm around MIchael’s neck and hitting him with a snap suplex. Chase quickly transitions this into some ground and pound, all the while Michael is shielding his head with his arms. Chase then hits him with a headbutt before following it up with a jumping knee drop and then going for a cover. Chase gets just past the two count before Michael kicks out just as Sam was coming in to save the match for his team. Chase chases Sam off and this distraction proves to be fruitful for Dragonslayers as Michael sluggishly gets up to his feet, hitting Chase with a roundhouse kick just as he turns around, both men falling to the mat in lumps.
Taj: Talk about a hard hitting affair!
America: Did anyone really expect anything differently from these two teams?!
Both partners reach their hands out to tag in their partners as the men slowly crawl their way to their respective covers. Chase is able to tag in Teddy mere milliseconds before Michael tags in Sam. The two fresh men meet in the center of the ring with a fury of forearms and punches. Eventually Sam is able to overpower Teddy, hitting him with a boot to the stomach before executing a butterfly suplex and floating it over into a cross armbreaker. Teddy screams out in pain but is able to get his foot on the bottom rope, forcing Sam to break the hold. Both men get up to their feet and Sam charges Teddy, only to be hit with a dropkick before Teddy starts climbing the turnbuckle. But Sam is too quick and the two then start fighting on the top and it looked like Sam was going to get the upper hand again, only to be nailed with a hard elbow shot from Teddy.
Taj: I can honestly say that both of these teams are the very near future of the 1WM Tag Team division. It’s only a matter of time before either will be contending for the championships.
America: Unless you’re the Headhunters I don’t think so, Taj.
Sam crashes to the mat and Teddy goes for and connects with a frog splash. He goes for a pin attempt but due to referee distraction on Michael’s end, becomes frustrated when the referee doesn’t count the pin. He gets up to his feet and holds the arm that was previously in the arm bar, pacing around Sam before bending down to pick him up. He goes for an arm drag, but Sam reverses it and is able to hit Teddy with a belly to back suplex that he then spins out into a reverse STO. Sam gets to his feet and waits for Teddy to do the same before charging forward and hitting Dragon's Knee (running single leg high knee)!
One…
Two…
Three!!
Torres: Here are your winners… Michael Shaw and Sam Steele… DRAGONSLAYERS!
Taj: What a tremendous tag team match!
America: It ain’t the Headhunters so meh...
Arley Kirk is strolling through the backstage area of the arena. She is heading towards catering looking to pick up a bottle of water. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots Izzy Marx leaning on a wall. Izzy looks to be brooding while looking to bust her knuckles into someone.
Arley Kirk: Yuh GRRL! Hey I'm Arley.
Arley shouts with a smile on her face while making her way towards Izzy. She sticks her fist out a gesture of friendship. Izzy looks down at the hand before moving her gaze up towards Arley while keeping her foot planted against the wall.
Izzy Marx: Just what the fuck are you expecting huh? Did you see me standing her and thought I was in a chatting mood? I know you are the big champion around here but don't think that makes you better than me.
The suddenness of Izzy's remarks causes Arley to shake her head while being taken aback from the brazen attitude shown by Izzy Marx.
Arley Kirk: Hey, woah man.
Arley states while holding her hands up into the air. She is trying to calm the situation.
Arley Kirk: I was just saying hi. I didn't expect that kind of response from someone like you. I was expecting a little humanity and maybe a friendly encounter. I don't even know what crawled up your ass and made a banquet.
Izzy pushes her foot off the wall so her entire five foot frame would be standing directly in front of Arley.
Izzy Marx: I don't like you.
Izzy narrows her eyes while keeping Arley right in front of her. Arley looks at her dumbfounded.
Arley Kirk: Why do you dislike me? You don't even know me.
Izzy moves her glance down towards the championship belt sitting comfortably on Arley's shoulder. A sly grin forms across the lips of Izzy as she playfully slaps her hand on top of the championship plate.
Izzy Marx: I don't like you because you have something I want. I know that you are a nice girl but trust me when I say this. Nice girls finish last in this business. The difference between me and the rest of this idiots on the roster is the fact that I'm not patient.
Izzy continues to slap her hand on the championship belt while keeping her eyes locked on Arley. A growl escapes from Arley as she watches Izzy slam her hand on her championship belt. After a few minutes, she grows annoyed and smacks the hand away while getting closer towards Izzy.
Arley Kirk: Bitch, you touch what isn't yours one more time and I'ma slap the yellow off ya teeth.
Arley clears her throat while narrowing her eyes as to keep her gaze directly onto Izzy.
Arley Kirk: Hey, newsflash, rook. You gotta be patient whether you like it or not. Because that's how it works around here. I don't usually entertain the whims of spoiled children so you will have to suck it up.
Arley moves the championship belt off her shoulder and gets right up into Izzy's face. She leans forward while pressing her forehead directly into Izzy's while delivering soft headbutts as warning shots.
Arley Kirk: Tell ya what, kid. You show me that you're ready for an actual challenge and maybe we can discuss things. Until then, stay in your damn lane and shut you fucking mouth.
The smirk on Izzy's face slowly turns into a sinister grin as Arley is right in Izzy's face. She smiles wide before slamming an open hand slap right across Arley's face. Arley backs up a bit as Izzy lets out a soft chuckle.
Izzy Marx: That's a warning in case you plan on getting in my face again. Because if that does happen then I will make sure it won't be a damn slap that I use against you.
Izzy continues to look at Arley while pointing at that championship belt dangling in Arley's hand.
Izzy Marx: I believe you are fucking scared to face me. That's the only reason you would be dodging me. The fact that I have more in ring experience than you is proof of that. So I want to know one thing. Who says I have to wait?
Arley pokes her tongue into the side of her jaw while rubbing the outside of it with her free hand.
Arley Kirk: I'll let you have that one as a freebie but the next one is going to cost you, your fucking arm.
Arley shakes her head while trying very hard to contain her laughter but she just couldn't do it.
Arley Kirk: Scared? of you!? Is that a joke?
Arley takes a second to look Izzy up and down. Then she pats her own championship belt.
Arley Kirk: This belt right here in my hand literally says that I am the best of the best here in 1WM. There is nothing you can say against it. I've held this belt for a very long time. Do you know how many times I have marched down to that ring expecting certain death? I managed to come out on top every single time. You have no business trying to "make shit happen" at this stage of your career. You either get serious or you get lost.
Arley turns to walk away but Izzy grabs her arm and spins her right around. Izzy gets right up into Arley's face.
Izzy Marx: Are you seriously talking to me like I'm some fucking rookie? Bitch, I have been in this business a lot longer than you. The fact that you aren't taking me seriously is telling. I thought you were this fighting champion. I thought you were the one who claimed to face anyone. I guess all that was just a bunch of bullshit. If I need to get your fucking attention then I will do just that but you should know that my patience is running thin.
Izzy slaps the championship belt one last time.
Izzy Marx: Watch your fucking back bitch.
Izzy slams her shoulder into Arley as she walks out of the area. Arley is left shaking her head while heading off the other way.
Singles Match
"Skye High" Skye Devereux vs. Andrew Garrison
"Skye High" Skye Devereux vs. Andrew Garrison
Skye and Andrew start off the match in a fury of punches and kicks until Andrew is about to overpower Skye by hitting her with a back suplex. Andrew doesn’t stop there and barely waits for Skye to get up to her knees before hitting her with a dropkick. He goes for an early cover but Skye is able to kick out just before two. Visibly deterred, Andrew argues with the referee as his manager/wife Melina slides in with a kendo stick, whacking Skye across the back before sliding out just as the referee turns around. Andrew quickly follows up by firing off a superkick that sends Skye back to the mat. Without hesitation, Andrew runs at the ropes and uses them for added leverage, hitting a picturesque springboard elbow drop before going for another cover. This time Skye kicks out just before three!
Angered, Andrew pulls her up to her feet and she sluggishly fires off a forearm smash, following it up with another each time Andrew hits her with another. Eventually, Skye is able to rock Andrew with an elbow smash before following it up with a snap suplex. Skye backs up and takes a brief breather as Andrew gets up to his hands and knees, allowing Skye to seize the chance and hit him with an axe kick across the back of his neck. Skye then takes a step back and as ANdrew works to get back to his feet, Melina tries to disrupt the match again only to catch a boot to the chest. Skye turns around just in time to see Andrew charging towards her, ducking out of the way before faking out a chick kick and then driving her foot into his chest with a super kick, a move that she calls Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Torres: Here is your winner… SKYE DEVEREUX!
Taj: Skye picks up the big win tonight at Legendary Fifteen “Hell Freezes Over”!
America: Was she even supposed to be in this match?
We go to what looks to be the outside of the arena. Griffin is sitting on the hood of his Black Corvette, dressed in black ripped jeans and a leather jacket with a Metallica "Ride The Lightning" t-shirt on underneath. He sits on the car, his head hanging down, thinking for a while before speaking.
Griffin Hawkins: I walked away from a broken home...away from all my problems. I was told never to return until I've made something of myself. I had no choice but to go out and venture into the unknown and face whatever problems arise. In 15 years of my career, I've gone through battles..emotionally, physically...but what made it all worth it was my name being mentioned as the winner of a hard fought victory. I came to 1WM because I wanted to prove myself to the world that I can still mix it up with the elite guard. Solomon Monster and Ricky Stanton overlooked me thinking that I'm not even worth their time..focusing on their little cat fight. I forced them to take notice when I laid out Solomon one two three in the center of the ring. Since then I have been scratching and clawing to get to the top..and now right in front of me is the richest prize in the game.
He raises his head up to see the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: Next to me is a worthy contender...Jenn Drew, a woman whom I have history with. Her and her family have always looked out for me. All of her sisters treated me like I was their blood..especially Jenn. When we were going up and down the highways together, we talked about making it to the big stage...I saw in her eyes how much she wanted to be World Heavyweight Champion one day, and I believed that one day that would happen. But I didn't expect it to be on my time. When we locked up I saw the anger, the determination, how much she wanted to win the title. I've already been there 8 times in my career...she's yet to get there. And in a close match, I ended up defeating her one two three...and before I know it, I get added into her match with Arley Kirk...making it a Triple Threat Match...was she happy?
He begins to laugh a little.
Griffin Hawkins: Hell no she wasn't happy. She wanted it to be one on one, just her and Arley. In her mind..she didn't think I belonged in this match...as if I didn't deserve to be here. To me...that is disrespectful. So tell me Jenn...why do you think I shouldn't be in this match? Do you think I don't deserve it? Do you think I should've just nicely stepped aside while you fight Arley one on one? Or do you not want me in the match because you know that I can beat you? See, when you spoke about me, I started to sense a little bit of doubt in your voice. It's not enough you're in there with not just one of the toughest women on the roster....but also somebody who showed that you indeed can and will be defeated. You don't want to lose to me Jenn...because that loss exposed you...imagine what would happen if I were to pin you again..this time for the World Heavyweight Title…
He smiles at the thought.
Griffin Hawkins: How would your ego handle losing to me twice with everything on the line? Your new attitude lately has rubbed many the wrong way. The Jenn that I knew was grounded...she respected the athletes before her...and now you're walking around acting like the stereotypical mean girl from an 80s movie. When I stole your burn book...you seemed to care more about that than the match at hand. Truthfully, I didn't want your book...I was hoping to wake you up so you can see the path you're on is self destruction. Truthfully Jenn, you're not bigger than 1WM, you're not gonna get what you want by making demands for this, making demands for that, and acting like an entitled princess. You want to prove you are worthy of being Champion? Put everything on the line. Because if you're not careful...everything you have worked for up to this point will all be for nothing.
He steps off the car.
Griffin Hawkins: And we can't leave out the woman of the hour...Arley Kirk. Possibly the most dominant Champion 1WM has had in recent memory. For more than 400 days she has fought all comers, every threat that has come her way. I first met Arley when she was at her brother's graduation at the Squire Academy. Jan Van Der Roost took a look at her and said...this girl may be something, and she hadn't even wrestled there yet! Who knew how far she would climb in the next few years? And now that I look at her, I see her as THE Woman to beat if you want to be called the greatest in the industry. She's also the kind of opponent I've been itching to fight for a long time…
He paces back and forth.
Griffin Hawkins: I saw your press conference Arley, very riveting stuff. You talked all about myself and Jenn...but you mentioned something about pain surging through your body. That is cause for concern, not going to lie. But knowing you...you're gonna fight through the pain and show that you can and will defend your title...but don't look for me to show you any mercy. See, that belt that you have is something all those guys in the back would give their right arm to hold. A belt that Solomon Monster only wishes he could have in his grubby paws but is too broken down and lazy to fight for. A belt that Bodhi Bose would want but would rather have it handed to him like it's candy at Halloween because he can't see past his undeserved ego. It's also a belt that I want to prove once again that I am the fastest gun in the west.
He put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
Griffin Hawkins: You've always been like family to me Arley, hell you and Lash remind me of my kids. But I have to do what I have to do and slay the monster and walk home with the gold. It's not enough for me to be glad to be here, I want to be recognized as the best in the world today. I've had people tell me that I used the friendship of you and others to get into the main event..when it's clear they don't know a goddamn thing about me. I got into the main event on my own...and I got into this match on my own. And I am looking to win that World Heavyweight Title on my own. Right here in Vancouver....somebody's gonna get rocked.
He walks off as cameras go elsewhere.
Singles Match
"Poison Dragon" Dokueki vs. Damon Xalvador
"Poison Dragon" Dokueki vs. Damon Xalvador
Both competitors start off the match by stalking each other from across the ring before finally locking up in the center. Damon is able to overpower Dokueki, hitting a leg sweep before quickly following it up with a boston crab as he tries to wear Dokueki down. He keeps it locked in for a minute or two, Dokueki screaming out before she’s able to grab hold of the bottom rope and he has to break his hold. Damon pulls her up to his feet and whips her hard towards the closest turnbuckle where she falls into a seated position. Damon follows up with a face wash that almost takes her head off, pulling Dokueki out of the corner and going for a pin attempt. But he changes his mind and yanks her up to her feet, lifting her above his head with a military press.
But Dokueki is able to wriggle free, dropping down behind him to her feet and hitting him with an elbow strike as he turns around. She’s quick to follow it up with a series of open palm strikes and a rake of the eyes. Damon staggers backwards and regains his composure just in time to see Dokueki charging towards him for a clothesline. But he ducks out of the way and turns around, only to be me with a springboard headbutt from Dokueki that takes him to one knee. Before he has a chance to react, Dokueki hits him with Shining Black (shining wizard big boot)!
Torres: Here is your winner… DOKUEKI!
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for The Five Minute Drill! And now, let me introduce to you Driller Jaworski!
“43% Burnt” by Dillinger Escape Plan plays.
Taj: Driller Jaworski has been talking about this Five Minute Drill on social media for the past few weeks but hasn’t given any specifics. What do you think is going to happen?
America: I don’t know, but if Driller Jaworski is in charge of it, we may need to line up an ambulance or two.
Taj: Well, that remains to be seen. Let’s hear what Driller has to say.
Driller enters the ring and takes the microphone from Torres, who scurries out of the ring.
Driller: Welcome to the inaugural Five Minute Drill!
The crowd boos.
Driller: The rules are very simple: when the bell rings, the clock will start. Any man or woman who thinks they can survive five minutes without being drilled into the mat by me will enter the ring and try to prove themselves. Once I drop them on their head, they’re eliminated, and the next brave person who thinks they can last will enter this ring. This process will continue until five minutes are up or until, somehow, some way, someone can drop me on MY head.
He laughs at the thought that someone could drill him.
Driller: And this Five Minute Drill couldn’t come at a better time for me personally. Two weeks ago, at Glory 10, Dustin Holt narrowly escaped going head first through the announce table and I’ve been going through withdrawal, so the first person I drill tonight is going to make up for that travesty. Now, I also have a match at Glory 11 against “His Royal Highness,” William James Cordova, and let me tell you, I can’t wait to snatch that little shit stain with my bare hands, lift him up, and drive him straight down on his “crown.” But that match isn’t for another 15 days, so whoever else I drill tonight is going to have to hold my appetite over until I can feast on Cordova in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Now, get five minutes on the clock!
Driller: The Five Minute Drill will begin in 3…2…1!
Driller throws down the mic. The timekeeper rings the bell and the clock starts counting down.
Taj: Who's the first person that's going to answer the challenge, if anybody?
"Let's Get Fucked Up" by Smut Peddlers plays.
America: It's Madori!
Madori sprints into the ring and charges at Driller, who seamlessly throws her up in the air.
Taj: Pop-up powerbomb!
Driller gets her in a double underhook and lifts.
Taj: THE DRILL BIT! And just like that, Madori is the first person eliminated from The Five Minute Drill!
Driller throws her over the top rope and out to the floor. He looks up at the clock and grabs the microphone.
Driller: Four minutes and twenty-eight seconds left. That's plenty of time! Who's next?
"Black Wind, Fire, and Steel" by Manowar plays.
Taj: Red Rocket Kid! Let's see Driller manhandle him like he did Madori!
Red Rocket Kid also sprints into the ring. He comes off the rope and tries a shoulder block. Driller is stunned doesn't move. Kid tries it a second time. Kid throws Driller into the ropes and attempts The Pounce but ends up falling on his own back instead. He gets up and runs off the ropes, but this time, Driller hits The Pouce. Kid goes flying across the ring. Driller scoops him up and hits a reverse piledriver.
America: The Rocket has crashed!
Driller throws him through the ropes and out to the floor. He picks up the microphone again.
Driller: Come on. We've got three minutes. Who's left?
Nobody comes through the curtain.
Driller: Is there seriously no one in the back that wants to step up to the plate? How about someone in the crowd? Huh? Is there anyone in this city that wants to try their hand in the Five Minute Drill?
He looks around until he sees someone and points them out.
Driller: How about you?
The camera turns and we spot the fan he's talking to. The crowd cheers.
Taj: It's Ryan Reynolds!
America: What is HE doing here?!
Taj: He's originally from Vancouver! He must have returned to his hometown to see 1WM in action!
Reynolds points to himself and says "Me?"
Driller: Yeah, you, pretty boy. You want to take part in The Five Minute Drill?
Reynolds stays seated and laughs off the challenge.
Driller: You may have played Deadpool, but I've got my own little dead pool right here. Why don't you come and be the next victim?
Reynolds looks at the person next to him and asks "Is this guy for real?"
Driller: You're not gonna take a chance? That's a shame, especially for Blake Lively. She probably thought she dated a real man.
Crowd: Ooooh!
Reynolds does a double take and now looks pissed.
Taj: Uh-oh. Driller just mentioned Ryan Reynold's wife!
America: Don't take the bait, Ryan!
Driller: Do I have your attention, now, Deadpool? Come on. You played a superhero on screen. Try and play one in this ring! Come on!
Driller slams down the mic and waves Reynolds into the ring.
Crowd: REYNOLDS! REYNOLDS!
Reynolds slowly stands up. The crowd roars. He steps over the guardrail and climbs into the ring. He slowly walks up to Driller, his scowl becoming more prominent by the second. He stops short of going nose to nose with Driller. The crowd continues chanting his name as he quickly slaps Driller across the face.
Crowd: OOOOH!
Driller's head snaps to the side, the slap has no effect. He smiles and slowly turns his head back to Reynolds.
America: Oh, crap. Get out of there, Ryan!
Unperturbed, Reynolds slowly winds up and attempts another strike, but this time, Driller catches his hand and starts crushing it. Reynolds wears a panicked look and is made immobile by the pain. Driller kicks him in the gut and lifts him straight into the air.
Taj: Vertical suplex!
America: Into a Tombstone! Ryan Reynolds just got SCREWED!
The crowd shrikes in horror as Reynolds lay motionless on the mat.The bell rings.
Taj: Thank goodness it's over, but can we get some medical help for Ryan Reynolds!
Meanwhile, Driller grabs the microphone.
Driller: The winner of the inaugural Five Minute Drill...ME!
The crowd boos.
Driller: That was a lot of fun. I think I'll be good until April 15.
He points to Ryan Reynolds.
Driller: Man, look at this guy! Wow! Give this man an Oscar for playing a paraplegic! Unless he's not acting.
He lifts Reynolds' arm and lets it drop.
Driller: Nope, he's not acting. Um, he's gonna need some help. Can we get a stretcher down here?
EMTs rush down to the ring with a stretcher. As they approach the ring, Driller speaks over the mic one more time.
Driller: Here, let me help!
He lifts Reynolds over his head and throws him with a Military Press Slam over the top rope and onto the stretcher. Some EMTs get taken out, too. The crowd shrieks in horror some more.
Taj: What a sicko! I hope 1WM doesn't let this guy conduct any more of these Five Minute Drills!
America: That was the most destructive five minutes I've ever seen! Heaven help whoever steps into the ring with this man!
Driller leaves the ring and admires the destruction he's caused. 1WM officials run past him as they respond to the situation at ringside. He laughs as he walks back down the aisle, "43% Burnt" playing him out.
Explosive Wrestling At It’s Best
[colo=gold]Singles Match
Nicole Smoak vs. "Ya Girl" Q[/center]
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they’re ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell, the match now officially underway. Nicole and Q both begin to circle around the ring, neither willing to give the other an early advantage. Finally, they grapple up in the center of the ring and struggle for the advantage. Q immediately overpowers Nicole and shoves her back against the ropes. She holds her there for a moment and hits her with a chop to the chest before shooting Nicole across the ring. When she comes back on the rebound, Q lifts her into the air and delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! She then hooks the leg and goes for the early cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Nicole tries to bring herself back up to her feet as quickly as she can in hopes of getting back into the match. Q charges and keeps control of the match by hitting Nicole with a knee strike! Nicole is barely able to stay upright as Q hoists her into the air and delivers a vertical suplex! She floats over into a cover.
One...
Two...Nicole is able to kick out again!
Taj: This is the kind of start that we expected to see from Q, and it’s one that she’ll need to keep up if she wants to beat the very talented Nicole Smoak!
America: Let’s not act like the woman is incapable of beating Nicole...c’mon now.
Nicole once again tries to bring herself back up to her feet. Q cuts her off with a series of forearm strikes to wear her down. Q then bounces off of the ropes and picks up speed. Before she can hit Nicole with anything on the rebound, Nicole leaps into the air and cuts her off with a perfectly timed hurricanrana! Nicole hooks the leg while covering.
One...
Two...Q is able to kick out!
Q tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Nicole is quick to run at her and wear Q down with a series of hard strikes. Q tries to do what she can to stay upright. Nicole smirks as she runs and bounces off of the ropes. Q tries to cut her off with a big clothesline, but Nicole ducks underneath it! She bounces off of the ropes again, this time using her momentum to hit Q with a handspring back elbow! Q hits the mat hard as Nicole then leaps into the air and lands on her for a standing moonsault into cover!
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Very impressive show of athleticism from Nicole!
America: Yeah, yeah...
The fans are showing their support for the effort that’s being given by both wrestlers. Nicole grabs hold of Q and drags her back up to her feet. She tries to wrestle Q into position for a swinging neckbreaker! Q spins her way out of it at the last possible second. She smirks as she blasts Nicole with a clubbing blow to knock her off balance. Q then grabs hold of Nicole and delivers an exploder suplex! Nicole collapses to the mat. Q then pulls her up to her feet and snaps off Q’s Landing (cartwheel Death Valley Driver)! She hooks the leg.
One…
Two...
THREE!
Torres: The winner of this match..."Ya Girl" Q!!!
Taj: This was a really solid, back and forth match!
America: But in the end...Q proved she’s better!
Singles Match
Faye Lange vs. "Queen B" Bianca Davis
Faye Lange vs. "Queen B" Bianca Davis
Before the match, Bianca Davis is standing across the ring from her opponent Faye Lange. the fans boo as Bianca snaps her fingers, and orders Simon to hand her a microphone. Which he does, the boos are deafening as she rolls her eyes at the sound of the boos coming from the fans in Vancouver. As she waits for them to shut up so she can speak the boos get even louder as she attempts to put the microphone up to her perfectly glossed lips.As, The Malibu native rolls her eyes keeping her hand on her hip in obvious annoyance. Soon the Queen B begins to speak in her normal shrill tone.
Bianca LeBlanc: Will you morons shut up?! I got something to say.
The boos just get louder which causes her to scream into the microphone, as Simon covers his ears.
Bianca LeBlanc: I SAID SHUT UP UGGOS!
Bianca regains her normal denemaor after screaming at the fans. As the Queen B, soon after the fans finally quiet down puts the microphone back to her lips.
Bianca LeBlanc: You know I should be mad I mean after all I can admit the last two months things haven’t gone my way. Getting eliminated by that disgusting wannabe 80s rockstar Griffin Hawkins of all people and watching him be in the spot I should be. The main event match along with Jenn Drew fighting against Thotley Krik uh ew! And then last month I was cheap shotted which allow the Master Sisters to pin my partner for that night but you know every cloud does have a silver lining and that is tonight I go back on the winning track against this basic they put in front of me Faye Lange.
Faye laughs at the word basic as Bianca does a talk to the hand motion in the direct of her opponent. As she let out a bitchy chuckle. As she once agains begins to speak in her normal smug tone.
Bianca LeBlanc: Again, you have been on a run, I give you that, you have shown you have some promise rookie, But here is the deal thing is when it comes to getting what I want well somehow someway things go my way. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, ask how for the later part of last year I held not one but two titles on my shoulder, and how I have broken records with my title reigns. Soon enough I will be a champion here in 1WM, and that path unfortunately for you has to start somewhere and it starts tonight. So, after this don’t worry I will give you a special deal on my brand new skin cream because trust me from the looks of it you need it. Those pours talk about gross.
Bianca shudders in disgust as Faye shakes her head as she moves closer and Bianca backs up a bit saying into the microphone.
Bianca LeBlanc: Woah back up there butch I am not done. Not only with that I can upgrade that and for you I will do it for free to full Malibu self help kit with so many amazing products I mean it won’t make you me but it will make you less basic, well as less basic and disgusting as you can be hanging around people like Lash Donahue. But let me say this after tonight after I prove why I am a threat and should be taken seriously all of you will have no choice but to bow to the Queen B sorry bout it.
Bianca says as the fans boo loudly as she hands the microphone back to Simon, who is promptly intercepted by Faye, who raised the microphone to her lips, and addressed the referee.
Faye Lange: Have… have you run the bell yet?
Referee: No…
And on hearing those words, Faye promptly lashed out with a kick as she nailed Bianca in the groin, dropping the Queen B to the mat as she then passed the microphone back to Simon. Faye fired off an European uppercut before following it up with a German suplex. Faye goes for a cover but only gets to the count of one before Bianca kicks out. Faye doesn’t waste any time and mounts Bianca, raining down a couple of forearms in an attempt to wear Bianca down. She then turns things around and locks in an armbar, forcing Bianca to scream out in pain. Bianca is able to get a leg on the bottom rope and the referee forces Faye to break the hold.
Taj: Have you noticed that Joshua Samson isn’t out here with his client, Bianca?
America: Joshua is a very busy executive representative. Hell, he is THE Executive Representative afterall! According to his social media he isn’t even in the country.
Taj: Well there have been some backstage rumblings that after the tag team loss at Legendary Fourteen “Maux d’Amore” that Joshua has been highly disappointed with Bianca and Enforcer.
America: Grow up, Taj, and stop listening to rumors.
Both women get back up to their feet and Faye fires off a palm strike, only to have it blocked and then her eyes raked by the diabolical Bianca. Faye stumbles around for a moment before Bianca grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her backwards, dropping Faye backfirst across her knee for a hair pull backbreaker. Keeping hold of Faye’s hair, she pulls the Danish beauty back up to her feet before smirking and hitting her with Queen’s Makeover (sit out facebuster)! Bianca goes for a cover and gets a two count before becoming visibly frustrated as she sits on the mat and regains her composure. Eventually she gets back up and takes a few steps back, waiting for Faye to get to her knees before charging forward for Coronation (shining wizard)!
Torres: Here is your winner… Bianca Davis!
America: And just like that my girl, Queen Bee, is back in the win column!
Taj: That was definitely a win that Bianca needed.
The screen fades to the backstage area and we are shown the faceplate of the Pride of One Wrestling Movement championship with the nameplate of “Jacob Striker” being front and center as the camera pulls back to show us that the title is sitting pretty atop of a short ladder set up on a large crate with the ever present form of the current champion, Jacob Striker, sitting on a set of stairs next to it.
Jacob Striker: You know, it’s kind of amazes me how so many people love to undercut me or try to devalue me and yet I just keep coming and proving myself to every fucking one out there. I mean hasn’t anyone been paying fucking attention to what I’ve been doing around here, seriously?? I mean Graham Baker beats me in my first chance to win the Pride championship from him and promptly tells me that I’ll never be at his level let alone beat him for *anything*. I beat him for his championship and where is he now?
Jon "Big Papa" LaChappa and Drago Santiago, in another promotion the two of them viewed me as nothing more than some kind of fucking weak ass joke...not only did I run them out of another promotion, but in one case I snapped his fucking neck and took him out of this sport all together. Three simple examples, ladies and gentlemen, three simple examples of me at my most brutal and yet, and *YET*...two people here think that those aren’t levels that I’ll go to to ensure my victory?[/color]
Jake chuckles rather darkly at that as he shakes his head.
Jacob Striker: Rei Park, you just don’t fucking get the hint do you with your little replica belt and simpering little way that you don’t care how the match at the last legendary went down, you are still the champion and I do enjoy how you’re simpering little sychopantic bitches are also clamerouing about how great you are...yet Rei you are not the champion.
Jake points at the title next to him.
Jacob Striker: I am. And for all of your simpering, crappy poetry, and all of the bullshit inbetween...tonight, I’m going to show you exactly why I’m still the champion and why I’m going to continue being the champion..because no matter how many times you call bullshit on me saying that I am the face of the brand, you cannot deny that I brag about being apart of this company because I’m proud of it and I try to direct as many people as I can here because this is one of the best promotions out there today!
I mean I was the one who championed to Chris Slayton, the president of Pro Wrestling Nova, that he should enter into a partnership with One Wrestling Movement and he saw the virtues of such a partnership...but you, you little Rei have done *nothing* to help this company and thus you have no real pride for it...hence a reason why you cannot be the Pride of One Wrestling Champion because you are only an egocentric little *bitch* you doesn’t even deserve to be in the same company as everyone else that seriously works here! Again I point out to you that you are viewed as such a minor fucking issue that Justice chose to take out *me* over *you* at the last Legendary because she knows that you can be beaten by a weak guest of wind and she wanted an easy win.
I mean she practically admitted it and yet you are too bloody ignorant and stuck on yourself to see the truth because you were too busy showing your ego and more importantly your non-existent ass, Rei...and that overconfidence in yourself is what is going to cost you any shot at my title. Now as for you Justice Cross.
The look on Jake’s face becomes a somewhat serious and somber one.
Jacob Striker: Now I honestly don’t get to say this that often but I actually respect you Justice. I respect the fact that not only did you have the balls to come at me and were clever enough to set up this entire situation, but you also did it in a way that you were able to highlight your intelligence and have a spot of fun while doing it. I mean when compared to guys that I’ve faced off that claim that I should respect them because they’ve done all of this and that like Graham Baker, Myojin, Arata Asakura, and others...you actually stepped up to me and laid it plain why I should respect you by actually talking the talk and walking that walk rather than some other bullshit. That being said however I hate to be the one to burst your bubble, Justice, but your grand scheme...it’s just that, a “scheme” and the only way to actually take the pride championship from me is the one thing that you had hoped to avoid doing when you first targeted me at the last Legendary which was by trying to make Rei the winner.
Jake stops and reaches out to run his right hand over the top edge of the championship in question.
Jacob Striker: But we know how all that went don’t we?
Jake then slowly withdrawals his hand and leans forward with his broad forearms on his knees, his tone turning just a bit more on the serious side than normal.
Jacob Striker: You know, being as violent as I can be in that ring actually bothers me just a little bit. I mean yes, I am my father’s son and that desire, nay need…*taste* if you will even for the ol’ ultraviolence...it doesn’t take away from the fact that when you see me in that ring, you’re witnessing one of the most skilled wrestlers in this sport because I am a natural at this. But Rei and Justice, neither one of you seem to grasp the level of pride that I take in my work. The pride that I take in being a champion for this promotion and that’s why I’m the Pride of One Wrestling Movement champion still, even after all of your scheming Justice and your self-indulgent bragging, Rei. I *am* the Pride champion because I hold myself to the level of being the kind of champion that the title needs and if someone comes along and can beat me legitimately for this title in a way that I can walk away satisfied with the ending...then I can walk away without problem nor hesitation.
But Rei, you’re not worthy of this title. You’re not worthy of holding it nor even being in the same room as the belt itself and you *know* that because deep down in the very bottom of that wretched black pit that you think that you can call your “soul”...you know that I’m right and you are just one single suplex away from me snapping that pencil neck of yours like the shitty number two pencil you are. And Justice, keep in mind that my respect for you is the only thing that keeps me from locking you into the Lament Configuration until that very last brath rattles out of your lungs and into the air as the blackness rushes in and claims you...not to death my dear, but to pure pitch submission like I’ve done to others whom I’ve never held respect for nor never will. You both have spent this time time treating this title match like it’s some kind of fucking “game”...well ladies, allow me to show you the reality of your situation.
Jake then stands up and picks up the Pride championship which he then slings over his right shoulder with a very practiced ease.
Jacob Striker: This isn’t a game nor has it ever been one. No. This is a fucking revolution and now it’s time for your public executions, out there for all to see and witness because I came here for a reign of terror, not whatever game the two of you wish to play. But enough talk...let the ultraviolence begin.
Jacob then turns and walks out of the camera’s view as the feed cuts out.
Streaming LIVE April 15th
Singles Match
Enforcer vs. "Pain Maker" Cain Dominguez
Enforcer vs. "Pain Maker" Cain Dominguez
The two men start off the match locking up in the center of the ring. They push each other around the ring until Enforcer has Cain backed up into the corner. He drives his knee into Cain’s midsection a couple of times before firing off a hard chop that leaves a red hand print across Cain’s chest. Enforcer takes a few steps back and Cain stumbles out of the and directly into a face smash by Enforcer who then follows it up with a sidewalk slam. Enforcer quickly goes for a cover and gets a two count before Cain kicks out. Enforcer pulls Cain up to his feet before sending him crashing back to the mat with a fallaway slam. Once again, Enforcer goes for a cover and once again he only gets a two count, leaving him visibly frustrated.
Enforcer once again yanks Cain up to his feet and whips him off towards the ropes and when Cain comes running back, he hits Enforcer with a running big boot. Enforcer goes down like a ton of bricks but gets back up to his feet quickly. However, Cain was ready and waiting for him to do so and scoots around to him, wrapping his arms around Enforcer’s waist before hitting him with a release German suplex. Cain pulls Enforcer up and the two trade blows back and forth for a few moments before Cain hits Enforcer with a chokeslam. Cain then waits off in a corner until Enforcer gets up to a knee before charging forward and hitting him with Fade to Black (claymore kick)!
Torres: Here is your winner… CAIN DOMINGUEZ!
When the scene fades in, we come across Meera Katze who seems to be on the prowl for her next interviewee when she comes across 1WM’s newest backstage correspondent’s Mickey Greer and Butterscotch Monroe. The three exchange a quick series of glances before they start quickly shuffling down the hallway. Meera appears to be the early favorite, only to have Mickey push past her. With Butterscotch closely behind, Meera blocks Butterscotch from going further, yanking off one of her heels and chucking it at Mickey’s back. It clocks him hard in the head and Butterscotch and Meera continue down the hallway, neck and neck, until they reach a door labeled “SEOUL QUEENS”. Both interviewers gain their respective composure before Butterscotch knocks on the door as Mickey arrives behind them huffing and puffing.
Mickey Greer: What the hell was that about?
Meera Katze: You know damn well. Don’t ask stupid questions.
Butterscotch Monroe: If you two would act professional right now that would be great.
Meera Katze: Well you weren’t acting too professional back there Butters.
There’s a pause and a bit of tension between the three before the door is opened and Kaede Tanabe is standing in front of them, blocking their view of the inside.
Kaede Tanabe: Is there something I can help you with?
Meera Katze: Sis, we’re here to talk to…
Kaede holds a hand up right in her face as she rolls her eyes, stopping Meera mid sentence.
Kaede Tanabe: First off, I am not your sis. My name is Kaede Tanabe and you will address me as such… or Ms. Tanabe.
Meera Katze: Girl, remove the stick… oof!
Butterscotch elbows Meera hard in the ribs and takes a step forward, extending her hand out to shake.
Butterscotch Monroe: Hello Ms. Tanabe. I am Butterscotch Monroe, SENIOR backstage correspondent.
Meera Katze: *under her breath* You mean newest lackey.
Butterscotch Monroe: I’m so sorry about my colleague’s approach. But we were wondering if either one of if not both of your clients would be willing to…
Kaede pushes the door open to show that one half of Seoul Queens, and one of the challengers for the Pride of 1WM Championship, Rei Park already sitting down for an interview with…
Meera Katze: Oh what the fuckin’ hell! She’s talking to Mari the Mouse?!
Rei and Mari look at each other before Rei gets up from her seat and starts walking forward before being stopped by Kaede.
Kaede Tanabe: Now, now love. There’s no need to get confrontational.
Rei points at Meera with a glare.
Rei Park: 私は以前にこれを扱ったことがあります.
Kaede Tanabe: Now as you all can see, you disrupted my client’s interview with Ms. Moon. And I don’t take too kindly to slights of any kind… especially disruptions. If you ever want to talk to either of my clients, you can schedule a time to do so through me and not the ambush guerilla tactics that your kind is accustomed to. Though, from what I have been told, Rei doesn’t want to talk to any of you and only wishes to speak to Ms. Moon henceforth… so those chances are very slim. Have a nice day.
Before anybody can say another word, Kaede shuts the door and turns her attention back to Rei and Mari.
Kaede Tanabe: Proceed.
Mari Moon: Uh… alright. As I was saying, you couldn’t have been too happy when Cedric Southern reversed the decision of your previous title match due to outside interference.
Rei Park: To say that I was mad… is an understatement. I pinned my second 1WM champion in a row and held that title in my hands. I was the champion for a few days and all my hard work was erased because of someone’s sick, twisted obsession with me.
Mari Moon: I take it you mean Justice Cross.
Rei Park: Yeah, that one. The one who lives in a delusional world where she thinks she’s the face of the company and the “chosen one”. Please, the only thing she’s been chosen for is Joshua Samson’s new favorite client.
Mari Moon: Speaking of Joshua Samson, you’re not phased by what he’s dubbed you, Jenn Drew and my sister… Seoul Thugs.
Rei Park: Please… what is there to be afraid of when it comes to him? He’s done nothing but watch his clients fail at capturing a championship time and time again. That and feed their delusions. The only thing that Justice needs is some help so that she doesn’t dig her hole so deep that she won’t be able to climb out.
Rei sits back in the chair, rolling her eyes as she folds her arms across her chest.
Rei Park: Let’s not even begin to talk about the fact that all this came on so suddenly I’ve got a head rush and the fact she couldn’t get the job done herself. She says that I’ve disrespected her from the moment she set foot in 1WM. Well to be honest, what has she done that was even worth me giving respect? Especially when she doesn’t give it herself? I was raised in a Korean-Japanese household, two ethnicities that hold respect VERY highly. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give it to you just because you think you deserve it. Everything Justice has been saying or doing for the better part of 2021 thus far REEKS of entitlement. She didn’t earn this title shot and given the fact I’ve beaten Jacob Striker not once but twice… I’ll send her back to her creepy perv of a husband and her son who’s probably wondering why mommy would rather spend time on the road instead of at home in the trailer park with him. She’s setting such a tremendous example for him.
Mari Moon: That’s a little mean don’t you think? Justice said to not bring her child into this.
Rei Park: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I’m so mad… beyond mad actually. I’m willing to poke the bear so that when it gets angry and I win, my victory will be that much sweeter. She really didn’t know what she was getting herself into when she and her little bitch attacked me backstage. They waited until I was alone, reveling in the fact that my friend and tag team partner had just become the new number one contender for the 1WM World Heavyweight Championship. Justice is nothing but a coward… plain and freaking simple.
Mari Moon: You mentioned how Jacob Striker lives under a rock. Care to elaborate on that a little bit?
Rei Park: He’s the biggest chest puffer of them all, walking around like he’s the big bad wolf just because he gave Arley the match of her life and beat her. But I pinned her AND him. So what do you think that really says about him? Sure, he’s a great wrestler, but tonight is going to be the THIRD show in a row for him where he doesn’t live up to what he says is going to happen. He didn’t walk out with the Pride of 1WM Championship last time and he surely isn’t going to be doing it tonight either.
Mari Moon: So you’re not afraid of the fact that he’s told everyone to, and I quote, “enjoy the bloodshed”.
The sound of ‘pfft’ escapes from Rei’s lips as she rolls her eyes before looking over to Kaede who in turn nods her head.
Rei Park: Again, he’s not been living up to his own hype. There’s been no hellfire and brimstone from him and there’s surely not going to be any so-called bloodshed. He’s like one of those cult leaders who believe their own crap and try to get the gullible to follow them and believe in them too. But I refuse to drink the Kool-Aid. Unlike both of my opponents, I speak the actual proof and have backed up all of my claims. Tonight isn’t going to be any different than the past few weeks.
Rei tucks a section of her hair behind her ear as she relaxes her posture.
Rei Park: The Cobra Queen has fought too hard to get to where I am now. I’ve clawed my way up from the opening matches of Glory to be in the Pride of 1WM Championship picture. I beat 4 other people to get this spot and I’m surely not going to let the jealousy of Justice or the verbal diarrhea of Jacob get me down. That title should still be in my possession and I will do whatever I have to so that I get it back. I WANT MY TITLE BACK!
Mari could see that Rei’s ears (and face) were starting to get a bit of a red hue about them, so she quickly decided to change the subject. Kaede also notices this starting to occur and readies herself to rectify the situation, furiously rooting around in her own bag.
Mari Moon: I think that’s everything I had notes on. I just wanted to thank you for taking time out of your busy match prep to talk to me. I also wanted to thank you for the Korean snacks and face masks. They were greatly appreciated. I actually used one of the masks on the flight home and was barely able to contain myself from the snacks and sweets.
Mari giggles a little bit and it is quite infectious as a soft chuckle comes from the Cobra Queen herself.
Rei Park: Well I’m glad you like them. Next time, I’ll bring a spare suitcase just for the goodies. I’m already planning on making a pit stop either before or after the tour stop in Japan… should we be going there of course.
Mari Moon: Of course. Nothing has been announced yet so I’m not sure where we’ll even be emanating from for Legendary 16.
Before either of them could say another word, Kaede approaches and puts a hand on Rei’s shoulder.
Kaede Tanabe: I’m sorry Ms. Moon, sweetie, but my client has one other brief interview to do with an overseas media outlet before her match. So I’m afraid we have to cut the interview here.
Mari Moon: Oh I understand, it’s not a problem.
Mari quickly starts to gather her belongings together.
Mari Moon: I’ll see you around Rei. Good luck out there. Coda and I will be rooting for you.
Rei Park: 감사합니다.
Both Mari and Rei wave to each other as Mari exits the room before the scene slowly fades out.
Tag Team Match
Booty Call (Saraia Diaz and Yoon Song) vs. Regulators Inc (Sadie Cassidy and "Calamity" Jane Alder)
Booty Call (Saraia Diaz and Yoon Song) vs. Regulators Inc (Sadie Cassidy and "Calamity" Jane Alder)
Booty Call doesn’t wait for the bell to finish echoing throughout before they try to bumrush Regulators and hit them from behind. But Sadie and Jane turn around just in time and are able to sidestep them. Yoon flies through the ropes, being followed by Jane leaving Sadie and Saraia in the ring. Saraia was able to keep herself from going through the ropes and turns around into a flying forearm smash from Sadie that sends her into the corner. Saraia comes out of the corner with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown on Sadie. Both women are quickly back up to their feet. Saraia tries to hit Sadie with a shotgun dropkick, but Sadie ducks out of the way and instead winds up hitting Saraia with a short arm clothesline before following it up with a back suplex. Sadie goes for a cover but it’s broken up by Yoon.
America: How in the hell are these two teams booked for Legendary Fifteen “Hell Freezes Over” yet the Headhunters aren’t?
Taj: Well for starters, America, Eric and Dexter Calloway just main evented Glory Ten two weeks ago.
America: Meh...
Yoon quickly hits Sadie with a split legged jawbreaker before getting out of the ring and back to her corner. Saraia comes over and tags her in and Yoon makes a bee line for Jane, attempting to hit her with a european uppercut. Jane was having none of that and instead fires off an elbow shot that rocks Yoon, sending her towards the center of the ring and allowing Sadie to tag Jane into the match. Jane marches right over to Yoon and hits her with a single knee facebuster before quickly locking in a Mexican surfboard. Yoon screams out as Saraia tries to come in and interrupt the situation, only to be cut off at the pass by Sadie with a jumping superkick! Jane eventually releases Yoon from the hold before pulling her up to her feet and lifting her onto her shoulders with Sadie’s help. It was then that Jane hit Yoon with an inverted Alabama slam before going for the cover.
Torres: Here are your winners… Sadie Cassidy and “Calamity” Jane Adler… REGULATORS, INC!
Taj: With this loss will this be the last appearance of Booty Call in 1WM?
America: Meh...
We open up inside of the locked locker room where Jenn is sitting on a chair, a look of anger and frustration on her face as she stares at the wall and at the camera. She doesn’t move, but eventually a calm expression comes over her as she continues to sit there, still, not a muscle moving or even a twitch. Just an eerie calm that washes over the room.
Jenn Drew: I’m not playing this game anymore tonight, Coda. I get it, you’re angry because you are the one that came up short at Glory. It’s not my fault you were the one that got pinned in the main event. Yet, you target me for your shortcomings. I’m sure you’re probably just jealous of the success I’ve been seeing lately, and who can blame you? Just look at the last few months I’ve had here. Won the number one contendership, beat both champions in a tag team match with my girl Rei, won in the main event of the last Glory, everything lately has been coming up Jenn.
Jenn finally stands up from her chair and begins to pace around the room as a slam is heard on the door and Jenn just laughs as she looks back at it for a moment.
Jenn Drew: But tonight, it’s not about Coda, or her short temper. Tonight, it’s about me rising to the top of the food chain here in One Wrestle. Tonight, it’s about me, Griffin Hawkins, and our esteemed champion Arley Kirk as we battle for the top prize here, the One Wrestle Championship. Tonight, the three of us go to war for the top prize in the game and only one can walk out the winner.
Jenn continues her pacing, a smile coming across her face as she looks up and right at the camera.
Jenn Drew: Arley Kirk, the woman who is synonymous with the One Wrestle Championship, She’s held that title for over a year now, putting her body on the line each and every time, racking up the nagging injuries, fighting through the constant pain in her body. She is the living embodiment of a walking car crash with the way she wrestles out there, using her body to cause damage to her opponents. See, Arley and I, we have similarities in our style, we both have to use speed and momentum to our advantage given our lack of size. There’s a difference between us though, Arley, I don’t need to sacrifice my well being all the time to be successful. See, you’re coming into this match with injuries, once I have spotted the last time we met in the ring in that tag match, the type of injuries that don’t just go away. Tonight isn’t about being the best wrestler, it’s about being the most opportunistic.
Jenn stops her pacing and turns to face the camera as the pounding on the door picks up once again and she just chuckles.
Jenn Drew: Then there’s Griffin Hawkins, the “Rockstar” of wrestling. This man got into this match when he managed to defeat me a month ago. Good for him, honestly. This man is still someone I have respect for, hell, we go way back. I’m not thrilled you’re in this match, Griff, I won’t deny that fact. This was supposed to be my time, my spotlight and mine alone. This was supposed to be the moment that I earned, but here you are, in my spotlight, in the biggest match I’ve ever had in my career. I’ve worked years, trying to get to this level, stepping away for two years because I lost all self confidence that I had what it takes.
I came back to this business last year because the itch was too much. I started to compete, getting that confidence back, finally getting to the level I’m at now. I’m finally so close to the top of the mountain and I can taste the gold. Tonight is my time, Arley, you’ve been a hell of a champion, but all things must come to an end and tonight is that night. Griffin, you are one of the best and your accolades speak for themselves, but again, tonight is going to be a night where you add yet another world championship to your mantle. Tonight will be for me to finally realize my destiny and become the One Wrestle Champion and both of you, you’ll just be another additions to my book.
Jenn blows a kiss to the camera and walks into a connecting room as she disappears from view.
Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Three Way Match
Justice Cross vs. Rei Park vs. Jacob Striker ©
Three Way Match
Justice Cross vs. Rei Park vs. Jacob Striker ©
Torres: The following is a THREE WAY MATCH for the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”Light a Fire” by Nuts in a Blender blares through the arena as Justice Cross makes her way out.
Torres: Coming to the ring first...from St. Louis, Missouri...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-six pounds….standing at five feet three inches...she is the challenger...JUSTICCCEEEE CROSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Justice has basically conned her way into a championship match tonight due to her interference at Legendary Fourteen “Maux d’Amour”.
America: Conned? That was a perfectly orchestrated plan devised by Joshua Samson and herself.
The upbeat tempo of ”불타오르네 (Fire)” by BTS begins to play throughout the arena’s sound system as the beat and the anticipation builds.
불타오르네
When the words “fire fire fire fire“ start resonating throughout, Rei Park bursts out from behind the curtain as fiery colored lights flash around the stage. She is exuding confidence, evident by the huge smile on her face as she holds her arms out to her side, bent at the elbow. When she reaches the top of the stage, she slowly pushes her hands out forward before a quick flick of the wrist down and up. She jumps up and her legs go out, hands slowly but quickly moving up her torso before her right hand goes out in front of her and she waves her pointer finger in a no motion before bringing it and her legs in together, knees bent as she gives a quick shake of the hip.
As J-Hope’s part of the first verse begins, Rei makes her way down towards the ring. Her arms remain at her side but swing freely as she prances down. Upon reaching the ring as the chorus begins, she hops onto the ring apron, knees down and arms spread across the rope before slowly getting up. She hits a pose with a smile before stepping into the ropes.
불타오르네
She quickly climbs a turnbuckle and hits the stage pose again, holding it for a few moments before hopping down, waiting off to the side as she listens to her entrance music fade out, being replaced by the thunderous cheering of fans.
Torres: Coming to the ring next from Seoul, South Korea...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet three inches….representing one-half of the Seoul Queens...she is the challenger...REEEEIIIIIII PARRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Last month Rei thought she claimed a prize she sought after since arriving to 1WM.
America: Yet her bubble was burst when the company overturned the decision and had Jacob retain the title.
"Necessary Evil" by Motionless in White feat. Jonathan Davis plays as Jacob Striker makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds...standing at six feet even...he is the current reigning and defending Pride of 1WM Champion….he is the Real Rock n’ Rolla….JACOOOOBBBBB STRIKEEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
Taj: It’s not like me to critique the talent but there is one issue I have with Jacob.
America: Oh this should be good, Please do tell, Taj.
Taj: While Jacob has been a decent champion thus far, he puts on as if his reign is comparable to Arley’s for instance. He’s only been the champion since December and this is only his second defense of the Pride championship.
America: Very good point, Taj. I definitely agree with all that.
Before the match can get underway, "AFFLUENZA" by 3TEETH blares throughout the Rogers Arena ushering in Kali Kartel’s Bodhi Bose. The crowd greets him with a resounding boo as he makes his way down to have a seat at the commentary table alongside Taj and America.
Taj: Well this is a surprise!
America: Welcome to the broadcast booth, Bodhi.
Bodhi Bose: You are welcome! I have come out here to give this match that little something it was missing. What is it? Oh yeah, star power. People wanna care about this and now they will with me sitting here with you two.
DING DING DING!!!
The referee rings the bell and the three of them go at each other. Justice takes a shot at Rei, who ducks and kicks her in the stomach. Jacob flies in with a double clothesline that takes the two women off of their feet. Jacob grabs a hold of Justice and powerbombs her.
Taj: Jacob has started this match off furiously.
America: He certainly seems motivated.
Bodhi: Looks like he may be juicing. I think he should be drug tested after this and if he is positive he should be stripped of the belt. He is clearly on something.
America: Now that you mention it, Bodhi, I think you’re right.
Jacob turns toward Rei who has gotten to her feet and catches Jacob off guard with a superkick! Justice pops up and together they hit Jacob with a double suplex. The two of them begin to stomp on Jacob.
Taj: It seems Rei and Justice have formed something of an uneasy alliance here.
Bodhi Bose: That is because they are thinking. You need to use your brain in the ring and not just an awful dweeb like most of the company's roster.
Rei pulls Jacob to his feet and whips him into the corner. Justice taps her on the shoulder and Rei Irish whips Justice into the corner. Justice hits a spinning heel kick to the Champ’s face and then lands over the top on the apron. Rei follows in and hits a spinning heel kick of her own. She lands on the opposite of the corner on the apron and the two nod to each other before hitting step-up enziguris simultaneously to the back of Jacob’s head in the corner!
Justice grabs the ropes and slingshots herself up onto the ropes, springboarding down into a dropkick that knocks Jacob back into the turnbuckles. Justice pops up and starts to punch away at Jacob. Rei comes into the ring and waits her turn. Rei pulls Justice off of Jacob and drops him to the mat with an inverted DDT. Jacob climbs to his feet and charges at Rei. They begin trading punches: Jacob. Rei. Jacob. Rei. Jacob. Jacob.
Bodhi Bose: Lots of stiff shots! I could use a stiff shot myself. Do you guys get catering while doing this commentary gig?
Jacob whips Rei into the ropes. He catches her on the rebound, lifts her up for a powerbomb but Rei is able to reverse into a hurricanrana! Justice follows with a wicked dropkick to the face of the Pride Champion that bounces Jacob’s head off the mat. Justice rolls out to the floor while Rei gets to one knee.
Taj: What in the world is Justice doing? They have Jacob rocking…
America: Maybe she’s leaving him to Rei so she can swoop in and pick the bones after?
Taj: I don’t know if she’d even do that...
America:...you KNOW she would do that!
Bodhi Bose: Why wouldn’t she do that? Again, smart wrestling! You need to be quick with your decisions and if you can win without getting hit, why not? Justice is doing the smart thing right now. I applaud her! I hope she wins.
Rei steps back and waits for Jacob to get up to all fours. Rei comes through with a soccer-style kick to the head that knocks Jacob down. Rei covers.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Taj: Jacob beats the count!
Justice pops up, dragging a chair from under the ring with her. Rei nods to Jacob and then Justice blasts Jacob in the back with the chair. She slides the chair into the ring and Rei catches Jacob with a jumping implant DDT onto the chair! Jacob starts to roll over, bleeding from his forehead. Rei covers as the referee starts to count as Justice slips under the ring again.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Justice looks up and nods to herself. Rei starts to get up and Justice throws a second chair so that it bounces off Rei’s face. Rei staggers back, bleeding from the impact. Justice jumps up, catches the chair flying back in midair and leaps into a Van Daminator! Rei goes down and Justice rolls away holding her ankle.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...Jacob starts to move.
Five...
Six...Rei rolls over and falls out of the ring.
Seven...Jacob sits up and starts to get to his feet.
Eight...Rei starts to her feet on the floor.
Nine...Both get to their feet.
Fighting back the pain in her ankle, Justice charges at the Champ. Jacob staggers back and catches Justice, throwing her over the top rope like a human javelin. Justice soars over the top and crashes head first into the barricade, landing in a heap at Rei’s feet.
Taj: MY GOODNESS!!
Bodhi Bose: Ouch!
America: Jacob finally got his hands on Justice and turned her into a damn lawn dart!
Taj: Even Rei looks shocked at that impact!
America: Well, if you saw that and knew you still had to fight the man that did it.
Bodhi Bose: If I saw someone do that I wouldn’t be scared! Rei is being lazy and not taking advantage of the situation. Not impressed.
The referee steps down to check on Justice, nods and starts his count.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...Justice starts to move and Jacob climbs through the ropes to the floor.
Six...
Rei turns to meet him and Jacob cracks Rei in the mouth, sending her stumbling into the aisle. Justice starts to get up and Jacob continues to batter Rei up the aisle towards the stage.
Seven...
Justice grabs the top of the railing and pulls.
Eight...
Jacob hammers Rei up to the stage and eats a kick to the chest that doubles him over.
Nine...
Justice reaches her feet just as Rei gets in some Muay Thai style knees on Jacob. The Pride Champ grabs Rei into a bearhug and then runs her back first into the One-Tron stanchion! Jacob pulls her up and hits his The Apocalypse (emerald flowsion) onto the steel! As the referee comes up the aisle, Jacob drags Rei up and hits a second The Apocalypse (emerald flowsion) on the steel!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Justice hurries up the ramp and catches Jacob with a strange hook kick just as he gets Rei to her feet. Justice tries for a big forearm but Jacob catches and swings her around like a baseball bat, knocking Rei off the stage and down through a table on the floor! Jacob swings Justice around and throws her off the stage as well! Justice plummets down and crashes through a second table just next to Rei. Jacob leaps off and drops a giant elbow down onto both women simultaneously!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Bodhi Bose: Such foul language from this crowd…
The referee moves in and starts to count.
One...
Two...
Three...
Taj: Nobody’s moving…
Four...
Five...
Six...
Taj: Jacob is stirring, Rei just twitched, Justice…
America: Get up, girl…
Seven...
Eight...
Jacob grabs at the boxes next to him and hoists himself up, but falls over Justice in the process.
Nine...
Rei weakly reaches out but finds nothing.
TEN!!!!
The referee calls for the bell.
Torres: Due to a triple countout the referee has ruled this contest a triple disqualification...since the championship cannot change on a disqualification...Jacob Striker retains the Pride of 1WM Champion!
Bodhi Bose: Really? Really?! That is no way to retain a championship. Jacob should stand up and demand the match be restarted. If I was the Pride of 1WM Champion… Actually you know what? I should be the champion, shouldn’t I?
Taj: Bodhi! Bodhi, where are you going?!
Bodhi Bose stands up, glaring at Jacob Striker before grabbing the championship from the time keeper and staring down at it for a second. He then rolls into the ring, draping the belt on top of Jacob before saying something to him and spitting in his face while he is on the mat!
America: Now that is some disrespectful stuff and I love it!
The fans all boo as Bodhi stands up, smiling and waving to them before rolling out of the ring to head to the back.
The feed cuts to another location within the Rogers arena where we find all three members of the Shinigami Foundation-Alex Slayer, David Belmont, and Amanda Belnades-standing and looking more than ready for a fight but oddly enough the usual very animated Belmont seems a little bit more..subdued for the lack of a better word.
Alex Slayer: On the last edition of Glory, the Foundation got tired of the disrespect that people here seem to have for the three of us. You see the Shinigami Foundation came here to this very company because we were told that this was the place to be on the entire indy scene and that the matches were just as fucking killer as say over in the Omega Wrestling Alliance and we came here to work against like minded serious wrestlers. But instead we get jackholes like the so called “Dog Pound” who don’t put in any fucking effort and they get the win because the ref just happens to be “out of place” to count the rightful pinfall that screws over the real tag teams or the Connelly Twins who think that simply because they shake their asses in the right direction it means that they have real talent and they are to be the next tag team champions around here.
So I took a page out of a very dark and sinister playbook...that of the Dark Carnival. And before anyone of you fucks think that I’m talking about some shitty backyard garbage promotion or some Insane Clown Posse shit...I ain’t, so screw that noise! The Dark Carnival was a tag team composed of “Good God” Kevin Powers and the “Apocalypse” Gabriel Poe..two men who just happen to know quite well because they trained me, helped to mold the boy that would evolve into the man that you see before you in terms of pure wrestling talent and pure focused talent...talent might I add that has been wasted on pieces of shit like the Dog Pound.
Alex stops for a moment and runs a hand through his shaggy mane of hair for a moment before shaking his head.
Alex Slayer: But they say that in those dire times that a person needs solid advice, the right person will come to you and that person did...but it was also the last person that I expected to in the form of Jacob Striker. He sat there and let me vent, he took in all of the fury that I was feeling and gave me the right advice at the right time and when I told David and Amanda to follow my lead at the last Glory...they might have had their issues with it, but in the end we went out there and got the job done because that’s what the Foundation does. We get shit done. And tonight, right here in Vancouver...that is exactly what’s going to happen as we put down four unworthy bitches and we bring honor and pride back to the world tag team championships.
David Belmont: While I may not agree with my partner’s..methods..during the course of the last show, he is right about one thing and that is we’ve been patient for far too long here in One Wrestling Movement. I mean honestly, Angelita you need to watch who you are calling a “fucking loser” because at least I possess the fucking talent to make it here in this industry while you just stand there as a walking votrex of fucking suck and there is not a damned thing that you can do to make us not see it because it’s right there..written on your freaking face..a face, might I add, that I’m going to personally help fix after I stomp that fugliness right out of it here tonight!!
Now the main difference between the Connelly’s and the Masters Sisters is the simple fact that the Masters’ have at least some inkling of talent, I mean seriously their matches involve freaking tactics of all sorts and actual wrestling holds other than the same kind of shit that you see out of some dumb shit’s three hour Monday night’s bullshit affair who thinks that sneezing is a fucking form of weakness!! But you see Moonlight and Aurora, that’s where everything about you that’s positive kinda comes to an abrupt end because where you two might have some talent, the Foundation comes bringing in that most feared of things which is talent handed down from on high by the Gods of Metal above *AND* the hard fought experience that gives us the know how to fucking use it in the ring each and every night!
Because when that bells rings, there is going to be aces high thrown down for each and every single mother fucker in this match, no matter who the unlucky soul is...I mean I might even give an Aces High to my own fucking self if I feel so inclined because one way or another, those tag team straps are coming home with the two of us, tell ‘em why, Amanda!
Amanda shakes her blue-haired head for a moment, chuckling ever so slightly as the camera focuses in on her.
Amanda: Belnades I mean yes, it is most certainly our time...don’t get me wrong. But more importantly tonight is the night that the Shinigami Foundation prove themselves to the faithful of One Wrestling Movement and the best way to do that is by taking the fight to everyone and anyone who thinks that we’re nothing more than three jokers in the deck of cards that is this promotion. The world tag team titles will more than likely be coming home with us because unlike our opponents, we’ve got the reputations for busting our collective asses on the international level of this sport, there is no denying that but more importantly here tonight that is going to be highlighted in the most brutally effective manner yet here because Masters Sisters, you are two talented women with an unpredictable streak no denying that but your dedication to making those titles bigger than yourselves just isn’t there is it?
And Connely Twins, let’s just face the cold, hard facts here. You don’t want the titles because you want to become known as one of the greatest teams around...you want that good old cashy bonus that comes with being the champions...you want those ten pounds of gold as fashion accessories and nothing else. While the Masters are willing to at least put the work in, the Connelly’s want everything handed to them..but right there in the middle, you have the Shinigami Foundation. Alex Slayer, a man who has a level of technical skill that nobody here in this promotion can truly touch because it’s been hardwired into his system, bred by two of the greatest wrestlers of the last generation into a handsome half-breed with the fire and the desire to do what it takes to get the job done.
And then you have David Belmont, the Berserker of Heavy Metal. The pure passion of Ozzy mixed with the fury of Monster Magnet, the calculated anger of WASP, the cold hard reality that is Megadeth and Iron Maiden wrapped into that impossible form of Saint Anger that is Metallica made manifest into a man who will double stomp your very heart right out of your damn chest. This is only two halves of the larger Shinigami Foundation, ladies and gentlemen, nowhere else will you find a perfectly balanced duo here in this or any other company. And it’s time for them to lay claim to their prizes and become *YOUR* Princes of this Universe.
Alex Slayer: Now if you’ll excuse us, there is mayhem to be done.
The trio then walk off as the feed cuts back to ringside.
1WM Tag Team Championship Match
Three Way Match
The Shinigami Foundation (David Belmont and Alex Slayer) vs. The Connelly Twins (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly) vs. The Master Sisters (Moonlight and Aurora Master)
Three Way Match
The Shinigami Foundation (David Belmont and Alex Slayer) vs. The Connelly Twins (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly) vs. The Master Sisters (Moonlight and Aurora Master)
Torres: This following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP and it is set for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
“Whatever it takes" by Hollywood Undead plays as David Belmont and Alex Slayer, led by Amanda Belnades, make their way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-three pounds….they are the challengers….David Belmont and Alex Slayer….THE SHINIGAMMMMMIIIII FOUNDATIOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Shinigami Foundation is looking to obtain the Tag Team Championship tonight!
America: I have gone on record countless times tonight during the tag team matches and said none of them matter unless they are the Headhunters.
"Love to the Beat" by Warner Chappell Production Music plays as the Connelly Twins, Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly, make their way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next at a combined weight of two hundred and forty-five pounds….they are Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly….THE CONNELLLLYYYYY TWINNNNSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Surprisingly we haven’t heard very much from either of the Connelly Twins as of late.
America: It’s almost as if they just show up so they don’t get fired.
”Love is a Parasite” by Blanck Mass plays as The Master Sisters, Moonlight and Aurora, tag titles around their waists, make their way to the ring.
Torres: Finally coming to the ring...hailing from London, United Kingdom….they are the current reigning and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions….they are Moonlight and Aurora Master….THE MASTEEEERRRRRR SISTERRRRRRRRSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: So now, here we go!
America: Finally!
DING DING DING!!!
Angelita steps out to meet David, with Kylie, Alex, Aurora and Moonlight stepping out to the apron in their respective corners. The two competitors in the ring lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up in the middle of the ring. Angelita ducks under a headlock attempt by David to jump up into an enziguri. David goes down to all fours and Angelita runs to the ropes. She bounces off and jumps into a victory roll.
One...
Two...
T...KICK OUT!
Angelita dives to her corner, tags in Kylie and moves. As David starts to sit up, Kylie comes in and hits a shining wizard knee strike. Kylie goes for the cover.
One...
Two...Aurora breaks it up!
As Aurora starts to back off, the lights go out, bathing the arena in darkness. A siren goes off, red lights start flashing and Eppic’s “Hide and Seek” starts up. The Dog Pound, Bradley Alford and Tom Torch, step through the curtain. They walk down the aisle, almost seemingly enjoying the scorn heaped on them by the onlooking crowd.
Taj: What the hell are they doing here?
America Why don’t you go ask them?
Taj: They have no business here!
Bradley and Tom dive into the ring and attack Kylie and Aurora. Angelita, Moonlight, Alex and David jump in as well. The referee frantically calls for the bell!
Torres: Due to interference the referee has ruled this match a No Contest!
As the Dog Pound continues to rumble with the other teams, the lights go out again.
Taj: Now what?
America: Somehow, I don’t think we really wanna know...
Taj: But...
America: What is that?
The lights come back on and The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter, are in the ring.
America: FINALLY THE HEADHUNTERS ARE HERE!
Eric catches Kylie and Angelita for a double DDT while Dexter snaps off double clotheslines on David and Alex. Aurora knocks Bradley down with a stiff right only to run into a big boot from Eric while Moonlight and Dexter trade shots.
Taj: All hell has broken loose in the ring!
America: I know...isn’t it great?!
Eric and Dexter grab Aurora and hit their San Andreas Fault (Eric hits a wheelbarrow suplex while Dexter adds a sitout rear mat slam to drive an opponent's head into the mat)! Bradley crawls up behind Moonlight and double axes her while The Headhunters set the boots to the Shinigami Foundation. Moonlight starts to double over and Tom drills her in the mouth. Moonlight staggers and Bradley connects with a big dropkick! Moonlight staggers a little more and Eric catches her with a belly-to-belly suplex. Dexter slides out to the floor and pulls a pair of chairs out from under the ring. Tom drags David up and hits the Liberty Bell Smash (rope hung DDT)! Bradley hits a superkick on Alex, who turns and walks into Fireball Express (discus punch) from Tom!
Taj: WHAT COMBINATION FROM THE DOG POUND!
America: Alex is going to be feeling that one for a few days!
Dexter dives back into the ring and tosses a chair to Eric. The Dog Pound start to turn to face the Headhunters. Eric and Dexter bash both men over the head with vicious chair shots! Kylie and Angelita start to get up to all four and the Headhunters blasts them both in the back of the head with the chairs! Dexter nods and they blast Shinigami and then both members of the Master Sisters on the mat with their chairs as well!
Taj: Dear God, first the Dog Pound ruins this match and the Headhunters come in and just lay waste!
America: What does this do to the Tag Team Championship situation?
Taj: We’ve just had two teams get screwed out of title shots and that doesn’t even take into account the two that did it!
The World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from AO Arena in Manchester, United Kingdom
Streaming April 30, 2021
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
Three Way Match
Griffin Hawkins vs. Jenn Drew vs. "Suicide Blonde" Arley Kirk ©
Torres: The following THREE WAY MATCH is for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
“Wild Child” by W.A.S.P plays as Griffin Hawkins makes his way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first...the challenger from Windsor, Ontario, Canada….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches….he is the Jukebox Hero….GRIFFIIIIIIINNNNNN HAWKINNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: Talk about someone that doesn’t deserve their spot in a championship match tonight!
Taj: What do you mean, America? Griffin defeated the Number One Contender in a clean match that got him here.
America: All I heard out of your mouth is that Griffin is buddy buddy with Arley Kirk...
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next….the challenger from Manchester, England….weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet….she is one half of the Seoul Queens….she is the Rebel Queen….JENNNNNNNN DREEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Jenn has really found her groove coming into Year Two. Tonight she stands at the cusp of greatness.
America: I really thought Jenn was going to be our next World Heavyweight Champion but that was BEFORE[/i] Griffin stuck his dumb looking hair into this match. Now that it’s a three way match, Jenn’s odds have been diminished.[/color]
"Global Domination" hits the system and there is a loud POP as Arley Kirk appears atop the Tron, black fuzzy LED angel wings on her back. Arley rips open a juice box and skolls it before slamming the empty carton on her forehead several times and getting another POP as she slides down to the ramp and makes her way down it, stopping for quick hugs and high fives and photos.
Torres: From Lake Fenton, MI. Weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is one half of Kawaii Trash Pandas GO, she is the current reigning and defending 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...this is "The Suicide Blonde".....ARLEEEEYYYYYYYY KIRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades.
Taj: It should be noted that Arley is suffering from a prolonged back injury due to her reckless style of wrestling.
America: And the fact that the last time she wrestled in a singles match, Solomon Monster tried everything in his power to break her back.
Taj: It can’t be denied that Arley is a fighting champion and has set the standard for the World Heavyweight Championship. Also I must mention that a later stipulation was added to this match earlier today that if any member of the 1WM roster interferes in this match he or she will be immediately released from the company.
America: Of course there is! Anything to ensure that Arley continues on as the shining light of the company.
Jenn tugs at the ropes while Arley stretches and touches her toes, Griffin loosens his wrist as all three wait for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING!!!
Griffin charges across the ring, Jenn Drew ducks a clothesline attempt and runs over to Arley smashing her with a forearm. Jenn stomps Arley a few times, Griffin comes up from behind and taps Jenn on the shoulder. Jenn turns around and Griffin levels with her a successful clothesline. Jenn rolls out of the ring as Arley pops back up. She quickly hurries over to Griffin and hits him with a hard right followed by a spinning wheel kick. Jenn rolls back into the ring, grabs Griffin from behind, and rolls him up with a pin.
One...
Two…kick out!
Taj: Jenn looking for a quick pin.
America: She is just trying to gain the highest prize in all of wrestling.
Jenn pounds the mat in frustration before pulling Griffin to his feet and hitting a snap suplex. Jenn kips up as Griffin gets back to his feet. Griffin attempts another clothesline, Jenn dodges and hits Griffin with a Pele kick! Jenn stops for a moment with both of her opponents on the mat and plays to the booing crowd.
America: Come on, Jenn! Get your head back into the match!
The Champ climbs back to her feet and leans against the corner. Jenn doesn’t notice as she turns and is hit with Kirk The Bucket! (Springing superkick)! Arley covers.
One...
Two...Griffin grabs a hold of Arley to break the pin!
Griffin hoists Arley up over his head in a suplex position. She begins to kick her legs, Griffin wobbles and eventually drops Arley. She hits him with a double knee backbreaker. Jenn is back up and he rushes at The Champ. The two begin trading blows: Jenn. Arley. Jenn. Arley. Jenn. Arley. Jenn. Jenn. Jenn.
Taj: There is definitely no love lost between these two women!
America: In all honesty, is there really anyone that truly likes Arley?
Jenn whips Arley into the ropes and on the rebound snatches her up in chickenwing submission. Arley struggles against the hold, gritting her teeth while reaching for the ropes. Jenn wraps her legs around Arley’s midsection and pulls her toward the middle of the ring.
Taj: Arley is refusing to tap!
Griffin flies in with a double axe handle smash, breaking up the hold. Griffin hits Jenn with a piledriver. Arley gets back to her feet and Griffin looks to her, they both nod and pull Jenn to her feet. They attempt a double suplex but at the last minute Jenn avoids it by dropping down and hitting Griffin with a low blow and punching Arley in the stomach!
Taj: It looked like Arley and Griffin were going to try and work together but Jenn had other plans.
America: Showing once again why Jenn deserves to be the next World Heavyweight Champion!
Taj: She certainly is crafty, but I’m not sure I agree with the tactics.
America: Goody two-shoes!
Jenn kicks Arley a few times before pulling her up to her feet. Jenn kicks Arley in the stomach and powerbombs her into the turnbuckle before switching her focus over to Griffin. She lifts Griffin up, but Griffin hits Jenn with a lariat and then a powerbomb of his own before covering.
One…
Two…
THR...KICK OUT!!
Taj: Griffin was millisecond for becoming the World Heavyweight Champion!
America: I almost threw up in my mouth at that thought!
Griffin climbs off of Jenn, but holds onto her hair. Arley comes in with a flying dropkick and levels the contender. Griffin spills over the ropes and tumbles to the outside. Jenn is slow to get up but when she does she kicks The Champ in the stomach again. Arley stumbles back before charging forward and connecting with a massive lunging clothesline that sends them both flying over the ropes and tumbling to the outside!
All three are writhing on the floor outside. Jenn is first to get up and pulls The Champ up by her hair. She sends Arley headfirst into a ring post. Blood erupts from her forehead as Jenn smirks. Griffin is up and Jenn hits him with a solid right hand. The two begin trading blows: Griffin. Jenn. Griffin. Jenn. Jenn. Low blow by Jenn. Griffin falls limp into Jenn as Arley flies in with a body splash, sending all three of them to the floor.
Taj: The three are brawling outside now!
America: This is going to end poorly for someone.
Jenn is the first one up, followed by Arley. Jenn shakes the cobwebs loose and hits Arley. Kirk falls back into a German suplex from Griffin on the ramp!
Taj: Goodness! That is devastating!
America: That’s going to leave a mark.
Griffin pops up just as Jenn connects with a superkick on Griffin. Hawkins doesn’t fall but wobbles back toward the curtain. Jenn turns her attention back to The Champ who is laying on the ground. Suddenly a Spanish woman pops out from behind the curtain and yells “HEY, PUTO!”. Griffin turns around and the woman cracks Griffin over the head with a steel chain! As Griffin doubles over, the woman drives the chain over Griffin’s back before tossing it aside.
America: Who in the world is this chick?!
Taj: That’s Noelle Jansen! She is currently in contract negotiations with the company. What is her issue with Griffin though?!
Noelle yells out, “¡Cortesía del Kartel!”, before dropping Griffin face first on the ramp with a curb stomp. The half face painted woman kicks Griffin for good measure before she disappears back behind the curtain.
Taj: Did she just yell out what I think she did?! Noelle isn’t even officially a member of 1WM yet her outburst clearly declares where her allegiance will reside.
America: I like this Noelle chick already! And the beauty of all this is that Noelle can’t be released from her contract because she hasn’t signed one yet! Hahaa….
Jenn pulls Arley up to her feet by her hair and whips her toward the ring. Arley slams into the side of the canvas with her well-documented injured back. Jenn grabs her by the hair and smashes her head into the mat before tossing her into the ring. Jenn rolls in behind Arley, pulls her to her feet, and then hits her with The Final Act (Tornado DDT)! Jenn quickly scales the turnbuckles before leaping off with The Curtain Call (630 corkscrew senton)! Jenn covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match AND NEW 1WM World Heavyweight Champion…Jenn Drew!
Taj: After more than a full year, 1WM has a brand new World Champion!
America: Freaking finally! The stranglehold that Arley has had on the title is finally over!
Taj: Medics are out checking on Griffin after that brutal attack by Noelle Jansen.
The referee attempts to raise Jenn Drew’s hand, but the champion shoves him away. She grabs Arley, lifts her off the mat, and plants her face first with her very own Michi-Destroyer (Canadian destroyer)!
Taj: That is Arley’s finisher move! This is unnecessary!
America: She’s just sending a message to Arley and anyone else who dares challenge her!
Security swarms the ring, but Jenn snatches her newly acquired belt and exits, tossing her hands up in the air on her way out. The 1WM logo then flashes across the screen and Legendary Fifteen comes to an end.
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