Glory 11 - 15 April 2021

[Legal Department]

As the introduction fades, a hype package pops up on the 1Tron announcing the advent of a new championship in our midst. The graphics on-screen go on to announce that the first Glory champion shall be decided over the course of a number of gruelling one on one contests, spanning several of the upcoming episodes of Glory.

These 1WM gladiators?

Bodhi Bose
Tim Brody
Izzy Marx
Jack Gibson
Molly O'Hatherine
Dustin Holt
William Cordova
Dokueki
Dawn Master
Don Tirri
Chris Crippler and…
El Diablo Blanco.

A subsequent BOOO or POP rises up for each name that is announced, yet it is especially strong for the most recent signees.

Voice-over: These twelve ambitious people shall destroy one another until only the best of them is left standing. And it starts TONIGHT!

Dark Match
Viola Mancini
vs.
Captain All-Star

All-Star and Viola would tie up, as the larger man would outpower her in the test of strength. He forced her into a side headlock, however, Viola would stomp on his foot and knee him in the midsection, before taking him to the mat with a hip toss. She then would deliver stomps onto his elbows and knees, systematically weakening All-Star's power game.

She would transition him over with a single leg Boston Crab and wrenched his leg back, however, All-Star gets to the ropes to force a break, which Viola released at 4. As he would get up, Viola would Irish whip All-Star into the corner, as she rushed into him with a corner clothesline and comboed into a running Bulldog. With All-Star in the center of the ring, she would backflip into a double knee drop into the center of his chest. Viola would gloat briefly, before covering him as he kicked out at 2.

With a cold scowl, Viola would talk down to All-Star while getting him up for a finishing blow, however, he cocked back a big wind-up punch to knock Viola back. All-Star would run in to knock Viola back down with a pair of lariats. He then grabbed her and whipped her to the ropes. All-Star was looking for a big boot, but Viola caught his leg and countered with a windmill kick to the side of his head.

With All-Star down, Viola would grab his mask to misalign it and blind him as he gets up. She would then plant All-Star face first into the mat with the Lupara Bianca, covering him for the fall as the referee counted.

ONE
TWO
THREE

"Fast Life" would play again, as Viola stands victorious while she looked down at her opponent with a sneer as she gets a microphone to address the crowd.

Viola Mancini: I've been here for awhile, in the shadows, watching and waiting. For too long I've been watching people pretending to have power and embarrass themselves in the process. My time is on the horizon, and it's time to expand my empire. And as for this wrinkly fossil in the ring...

She said with a cocky chuckle as she looked down at him, before looking back to the top of the ring.

Viola Mancini: It's a message for everyone else. We're here to get rid of the trash.

She said, as Camilla and Isabella arrive on the scene while the trio would stomp and beat down on Captain All-Star. Viola pointed down at him, as Camilla sets him up while Isabella planted him back into the mat with the Code of Silence. The crowd would shower them with boos, before Camilla and Isabella would set him up for a spike piledriver. However, before Viola would finish the job, both members of Regulators, Incorporated rush the ring to chase the Syndicate away, as they scurry to the back in retreat.

Winner: Viola Mancini via pinfall @ 6:03

Dark Match
Noelle Jansen
vs.
Alexandra Kruise
vs.
Brianna Matthews

The bell rings and this one is furious with a striking battle between Kruise and Matthews, and several near falls exchanged between the three. It's Noelle Jansen who picks up the win eventually by knocking Matthews off the apron and getting the submission victory via la danza de la muerte.

Winner: Noelle Jansen via submission @ 11:07

Opener
"The Green Mosquito" Keiji Sugiwara
vs.
El Diablo Blanco

The bell sounds as both competitors meet in the center of the ring and lock up. El Diablo forces Keiji into the corner and we get a clean break from the two. As Keiji comes charging out of the corner, he's met with an armdrag by Diablo and then another and finally a third before Diablo puts on an armbar. Keiji makes his way to his feet and as he does, he delivers a few elbows to the midsection of Diablo and breaking free. Keiji hits the ropes and as he comes off them, ducks a clothesline attempt by Diablo before rebounding off the ropes again and delivers a slingblade to Diablo. Keiji picks Diablo up off the mat and delivers a tornado DDT before going for a cover.

ONE
TWO

Ruby Kirk: Diablo with the shoulder up!

Keiji goes to pick Diablo up, but he's met with a kick to the face that staggers Keiji back.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Woah!

Diablo gets to his feet and sends Keiji into the corner. Diablo charges in and delivers a corner splash before mounting Keiji and delivering ten punches as the crowd counts along.

ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN!

Diablo pulls Keiji out of the corner and delivers a Stump Piledriver before going for a cover!

ONE
TWO
TH~

Ruby Kirk: Keiji manages to roll a shoulder up at two and a half!

Diablo climbs to the top rope and he looks to deliver Feeling Froggy, but as he leaps, Keiji gets his knees up. Keiji grabs Diablo and delivers a Dragon Suplex before he gets a huge reaction as he looks around, hits the ropes, springs and lands the superstar elbow on El D!

Ruby Kirk: Loaded for bear!!

Keiji hooks the leg and gets the three count.

ONE
TWO
THREE!

DING DING DING!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner... KEEEEIJI SUUUUGIWAAAARA!

Ruby Kirk: Great intro to 1dub on the part of El Diablo Blanco!

Marci D'Abruzzo: What do ya mean? Keiji Sugiwara beat him out there! He LOST!

Ruby Kirk: Just because you don't win, don't mean you can't be pr..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Blah blah blah you talk too much. Look, I guess Keiji was the better clown out of these two. I really hope this doesn't set the bar for the rest of the night. That would be disappointing.

Ruby Kirk: Ugh. Unbelievable. Let's go to a segment.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh FFS. It's THAT guy again!

Judging by the crowd noise, the action inside the Yost Ice arena has been particularly awesome at Glory 11 so far tonight. They only grow louder as Lash Donohue comes into view. He is already suited up for his match with Coda tonight, and the raised spikes and chains which adorn the bright red faux fur of his entrance coat clatter, clang and jingle somewhat ominously as he makes his way down the hall. Lash looks right at the lens and offers a smirk as he sweeps back his dreadlocks and lowers his oversized sunglasses.

Lash Donohue: Yo, Michi-tools! Dafuq you wanna follow me around for? Can't a dude just like, take a p..

The crowd laughs a bit as Lash trails off. There's an unfamiliar face making his way towards him, and this guy definitely seems lost or confused or both.

Lash Donohue: Hey. Sup, man?

??: Whoa, cool outfit. Did you wear that as you came out of the eighties?

Both Lash and the fans think this is hilarious. The man let a chuckle escape his lips, now revealing himself as one of One Wrestle's newest signings, Vance Isaac Parker. The shot panned back wide to capture the new signing with his short bleach blonde hair and pressed to the nines italian suit.

Vance Issac Parker: Whoa, don't kill me big guy, I come in peace. I'm still a bit new around here, can you direct me to catering? I got a couple hot and readies to bring in. The name is Vance by the way...and yourself?

Lash Donohue: Yo, Ellen! I love your stuff. To be honest, that's a fair call though, Ma'am. I mean, I don't expect a lesbian to understand my sense of fashion but I'm glad you're at least cool with it!

Lash gets a laugh himself as he jokingly mistakes Vance for DeGeneres. He shrugs and puts out his fist to show that he comes in peace.

Lash Donohue: Hey, Vance! I'm Lash. If you're here checking out 1dub, I really don't wanna keep you away from it for too much longer because you'll miss some seriously talented performances if you go overboard on the whole catering thing but hey, walk with me. I'm headed that way..

It's not like VIP had anything better to do, honestly. And how many times did you meet someone in wrestling that didn't immediately want to rearrange your face?

Lash Donohue: So like, welcome to 1WM. I'm taking on Coda later tonight. She's crazy good. I hope you enjoy that one in particular!

Vance Issac Parker: I'm sure it'll be a worthy contest. Better than twitter beefing with plastic barb….err, I probably shouldn't finish that sentence, I've got my first match with one at Legendary sixteen. Pay-Per-View debut and all so I gotta be on top of the top to make that matter. But uhh...Lash, right. Perhaps I'd do well to not develop preconceived notions on appearance alone. Do you drink?

Lash nods as he listens to Vance, a grin appearing as he learns that the new guy will be making his debut at the end of this month in Manchester, England of all places.

Lash Donohue: Yo, THAT is freakin RAD! I made my debut in a sleazy dive bar in Chicago when I was comin' through. You're doing pretty good to get to a company like 1dub at this early stage.

Lash's face falls a little as VIP asks about alcoholic beverages.

Lash Donohue: Heck yeah, but I ain't about to do it before I go out there, man! You feel free to, but I'ma remaining sharp if I want this thing to go down in my favor!

Lash shadow-boxes and the crowd watching on the big screen hype up with him.

Lash Donohue: I'ma get kicked in the face a whole bunch tonight, but if I can take steps to minimize that and maybe tie this one up in knots instead, I'ma be doin' what I can to make that happen.

The two turn the corner and the viewers note the gourmet catering setup up ahead. Jaws drop as two of 1WM's talent just casually walk into the eatery like they think they're going to blend in.

Lash Donohue: ...No, no. You're cool man! You were here first. No, go! I insist!

Lash looks to Vance. He really doesn't like it when people go out of their way for him due to his status. LD will always do his best to just feel like a normal guy.

Lash Donohue: I'ma get some water, for sure. Maybe a small Caesar salad. What have you, bud?

Vance Issac Parker: Oh yeah, of course, I'd never suggest indulging before a match. Gotta have full clarity when you're working with someone else's safety so close. But after the show, maybe?

Vance looked up and down, his eyes going wide at the impressive spread. One Dub sure took care of it's talent, reassuring to know.

Vance Issac Parker: I'll just take one of these six inch hero subs for now. I mentioned to someone else last night I'd bring some Little Caesar's for them.

It was a really good looking sub though. Lush lettuce, bright tomatoes, swiss and asiago cheeses. Yum!

Vance Issac Parker: Sorry, didn't mean to take you away from your pre-match preparations. Maybe we'll see each other around more?

Lash gets his salad and his water, but as soon as he gets a chance to respond, Vance is a ghost. Lash cocks an eyebrow.

Lash Donohue: Now that's a weird dude..

The fans seem to enjoy the humor as the cameras pan away and back to commentary for the next contest.

Match 2
Glory Championship Tournament: Round 1
"Old School Cool" Don Tirri
vs.
"Brozart" Tim Brody

DING DING DING!!!

This one starts off with Don Tirri firmly in control as he calls for a test of strength, yet when Brody goes for it, Tirri switches it up and gets a tight headlock on Brody and proceeds to lay into him.

Ruby Kirk: The way Don Tirri is taking to Tim Brody with them repeated knee strikes, you would be forgiven for thinking this might be over soon!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hold up! Tirri with the arm over the shoulder. Are we looking for a stalling suplex?

The crowd gets right behind it as Tirri goes for the suplex, and Tim manages to wriggle free and land on his feet.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tirri turns back around and eats a BIG T-bone suplex!

Tirri is sent sailing and crashes into the corner, using the ropes to try to pull himself up.

Ruby Kirk: Brody giving the signal! Oklahoma STAM~

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oof..

Ruby Kirk: THE BOOT! OUTTA NOWHERE!

Tim hits the deck HARD as he falls victim to a sudden rendition of Tirri's hard hitting finishing move, and Tirri moves in for the cover..

ONE
TWO
TH~

Marci D'Abruzzo: Ah, the dumbass got a foot on the bottom rope!

Ruby Kirk: Tim Brody is still alive!

Don scowls and drags Brody into the middle, trying the cover again.

ONE
TWO

Ruby Kirk: Only a two count!

Tirri seems mad as he drags Tim to his feet and drills him with a harsh forearm shot.

Marci D'Abruzzo: He's hooking it up! He calls this the "Sack of shit"

As Don goes to send Tim flying with the fall away slam, the crowd Perks up as Tim slips out, swings Tirri around and blasts him with a brutal European uppercut.

Ruby Kirk: Military press drop!

Tim gets a hot response as he gives the signal and launches.

Ruby Kirk: ODE TO BEANS! Big man moonsault! Cover!

ONE
TWO
THR~

Marci D'Abruzzo: Tirri gets the shoulder up!

Tim seems a little frustrated as he stands.

Ruby Kirk: BRO FIST!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Nah, swing and a miss and that can snap a wrist in a hurry!

Don seizes his opportunity, dragging Tim back up.

Ruby Kirk: MORNING AFTER! Holy crap what a series of headbutts!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Brody is out on his feet!

Don Tirri seizes Tim by the wrist and reels him into a ripcord rendition of The Boot, just about taking his head off.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Fuhgeddabowdit. One, two, three!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon:Here is your winner, and advancing to the next round of the Glory championship tournament... "Old School Cool" DONNNN TIIIIRRRIII!!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Impressive in ring debut from possibly the most elderly roster member we have, I guess!

Ruby Kirk: Come now, Marciana. We must never forget that these veterans set the bar. They..

Marci D'Abruzzo: Meh. Let's catch a segment already.

Don Tirri staggers to his feet raising his arms but is visibly tired as he leans on the ropes.

Ruby Kirk: Woah what's going on here?

Marci D'Abruzzo: That's Alexandra Kruise!

Alexandra Kruise jumps the barricade and rolls into the ring as Don looks at her a bit confused. She walks over to him shaking his hand and even raising it.

Ruby Kirk: The Yost Ice Arena fans seem pretty pleased with this, but Tirri seems a little put off, to be honest.

Don looks at Alexandra confused as she gives him a cheesy smile and thumbs up. He laughs and raises his arms as he turns back around.

Ruby Kirk: HEY! LOOK OUT!

Alexandra sneers and suddenly lunges towards Tirri and leaps up, the loud smack of her boot connecting with Kruise kontrol to his jaw sends the arena into silence. Don lays flat on the mat as she stands over him and glares down at him, her lip quivering. She can faintly be heard saying “This was my match!” The ref attempts to ask her to leave and she smiles at him. She rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair as the ref pleads with her not to.

Ruby Kirk: What the hell is Kruise thinking?

Marci D'Abruzzo: You know damn well what she's thinking!

Alexandra Kruise raises the chair but the ref grabs it away from her. Alex suddenly lands Kruise Kontrol on the ref, sending him sprawling on to the mat!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Woah! Man down! Man down! This is great!

Ruby Kirk: I'm glad you think so!

Don rolls to his side and pushes himself up to a knee as Alex recovers the chair and cracks it across his back! The crowd BOO at Alexandra as security rushes from the back. Alex slams the chair down again across Don's back and then also swings around and smashes a security guard with the chair he tries to detain the deranged talent. The rest of the guards slowly start to approach and her attention turns to them. She gets a sick smile on her face as she threatens security.

Ruby Kirk: Does this chick think she's gonna take on ALL of these goons?

Alexandra rapidly slips the chair around Don's head and neck. She slowly backs into the corner and climbs of the rope.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I love this move, Overgrown Arley! But it does leave people a quadriplegic at times! Hahaha. Sorry, Tirri ya shit outta luck tonight!

Kruise goes for Your Medicine but security pull Tirri out of the way and she hits the ground hard.

Ruby Kirk: Luckily, a swing and a miss!

Guards slide in and restrain her and the crowd BOOO, yet Alexandra can clearly be heard yelling over and over.

Alexandra Kruise: This is MY chance for Glory! This is my chance for Glory!

Security quickly drags her backstage, and the camera quickly reverts back to Kirk and D'Abruzzo on commentary.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Well hey, Kruise had the right idea! These young kids wanna keep the veterans of this sport down, I can tell ya one thing, decapitation is a pretty interesting and effective way to go!

Ruby Kirk: The younger side of this stupid war within an otherwise excellent company don't want that AT ALL.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Sure, they do! It's just that Alexandra Kruise is the only one with enough backbone to make her notions a reality. You ain't gonna convince me otherwise!

Ruby sighs.

Ruby Kirk: Fans, I gotta apologize for this one. Let's go check out this segment, huh?

The cameras head backstage to the secured talent entrance into the Yost Ice Arena. The door opens and in walks Sandra Rose. Following close behind her is Erick St. John. Sandra displays her credentials badge to the security guard then steps aside for Erick to do the same. Sandra reaches for Erick’s hand and smiles brightly before heading down one of the locker room corridors. As they approach their assigned locker room they see Butterscotch Monroe standing in front of the door with mic in hand.

Butterscotch Monroe: Erick St. John and Sandra Rose… pardon the interruption. I’m Butterscotch Monroe, Senior Backstage Interviewer. Can we talk for a moment?

Erick and Sandra both leer at Butterscotch for a few moments. Butterscotch notices the apprehensive silence.

Butterscotch Monroe: I’m not here for an ambush interview like my colleague Mickey Greer. I don’t play games like that clown. I’m here for a legit segment.

Sandra perceives Butterscotch’s genuineness. She looks up at Erick who is burning an invisible hole into the interviewer’s eyes. She rubs his upper arm instantly softening his glare.

Sandra Rose: I think we can trust her, babe.

Erick lightens his intensity which is the best Butterscotch is going to get from him.

Butterscotch Monroe: Thank you, Sandra. It’s good to meet you both.

Sandra Rose: Likewise.

Erick just nods in approval.

Butterscotch Monroe: First thing first. Sandra, recently 1WM reinstated you to the World Domination International Tour Coordinator position after concluding the internal investigation. Any comments or updates?

Sandra frowns slightly and shakes her head.

Sandra Rose: There isn’t much to say, Ms. Monroe, other than I’m thankful that the investigation is complete, I have my job back, and Mr. Southern still trusts me to do my job well despite certain false allegations and efforts to have me fired.

Butterscotch sees an opportunity to probe more.

Butterscotch Monroe: Speaking of the allegations, it seems one of the Kali Kartel’s charges against you is that you screwed over their travel accommodations out of loyalty to ESJ here. From the looks of things on social media and right here now, it seems you two are more than just friends.

Sandra gives a coy smirk yet Erick’s expression is unchanged.

Sandra Rose: The investigation is complete and I’m back at work. What does that tell you about the Kali Kartel’s accusations? They can believe what they want. I’ve moved on.

Butterscotch isn’t dropping this topic quite yet.

Butterscotch Monroe: But you two are dating, right?

Sandra looks at Erick momentarily then back at Butterscotch.

Sandra Rose: Yes, it’s true. Erick and I are dating. After my suspension, we started to hang out more while the investigation was ongoing. We found a lot of common ground. Sparks flew. And here we are. Who is anyone to judge how love shows up?

Butterscotch is tempted to pursue more but she doesn’t want to piss off ESJ and lose the interview before she can get to tonight’s main event.

Butterscotch Monroe: Fair enough. On a slightly different note, ESJ, over the past couple of weeks it seems your rivalry with Solomon Monster has subsided slightly. I read a few tweets that seemed to insinuate the two of you might actually be getting on the same page. Could you enlighten us a bit more on this dynamic between you two?

One of Erick’s eyebrows rises as he prepares to give an answer. He picks his words carefully.

Eric St. John: Solomon and I were cut from the same cloth. We both want to see the next generation of professional wrestlers shoulder the incredible legacy left by those titans of our sport that came before us. We seek to pass this legacy on yet the next generation here in 1WM seems to balk at their responsibility. They shirk at carrying the torch of our business and instead embrace personal accolades and marketing brands. Wrestling isn’t just about making money. It’s a lifestyle. Solomon calls it Hardknocks 101. I call it a Renaissance. We both want the same thing. We’re just going at it in different ways. And these differences is what has us at odds.

Butterscotch is so impressed with Erick’s explanation that she nods in agreement.

Butterscotch Monroe: Any chance these differences can be set aside?

Erick takes a slow deep breath before answering. He’s bothered by the apparent stalemate.

Eric St. John: I hope so… for everyone’s sake.

This is all Erick is willing to share on this topic which cues Butterscotch to move forward.

Butterscotch Monroe: One more question for you. The obvious one looming tonight in the main event: the Pride of 1WM Championship 30-minute Ironman Match between you and the champion Jacob Striker. Any parting thoughts, ESJ?

Erick works some silence to his advantage for dramatic effect. However, the tone in his voice reveals complete transparency.

Eric St. John: Jacob Striker is a formidable wrestler. He is a legit champion in this company. Striker is definitely one of the next generation’s future leaders. When I’m long gone, Striker will be headlining supershows and pay-per-views in multiple companies. But his most recent outings are flawed, weak, and tainted. He says he wants to bring prestige back to the Pride of 1WM Championship after the reigns of subpar champions. But like a Freudian slip, he reveals that while he is the current Pride of 1WM Champion the title has yet to regain its luster. And that’s where I come in.

Erick notices that Butterscotch is eating every word. Sandra just smirks proudly.

Eric St. John: The universe has given Jacob Striker a gift. The gift can be a blessing or a curse. I am a 9-time champion. But I haven’t held a championship in a long time. I am in the best shape of my career. And I’m obsessed with ushering in a wrestling renaissance in 1WM. This is the opportunity Jacob Striker needs to manifest his dream for the title. Or he can be a fool, take me lightly, and turn his dream into a living nightmare.

Erick turns to face the camera and speaks directly to his opponent.

Eric St. John: Jacob, as I told you on Twitter, I am the Refiner’s Fire. A refiner's fire does not destroy indiscriminately like a forest fire. A refiner's fire does not usually consume completely like the fire of an incinerator. A refiner's fire refines. It purifies. It melts down the bar of gold, separates out the impurities that ruin its value, burns them up, and leaves the gold intact. I am 1WM’s refining fire. Therefore the process of purity will always be a dreadful thing. There will always be fear and trembling in the process of becoming pure. We learn it from the time we are little children: never play with fire! And it's a good lesson! The sport and business of professional wrestling is never a play thing. And the passion for purity is never flippant. I am like fire and fire can be deadly. You don't fool around with it. But again, I seek to be a REFINER'S fire. And therefore this is not merely a word of warning, but a word of hope. The crucible of affliction is for refinement unless what’s deep within you is worthless material. Tonight, Jacob Striker, I am the Refiner’s Fire. The 30-minute Ironman Match is the crucible. Tonight we learn if your Pride of 1WM Title reign is pure or it’s nothing but FOOL’S gold. Either way, after tonight, 1WM gets a legit champion.

Erick just glares at the camera. Butterscotch slowly steps away and softly dismisses herself from Sandra Rose.

Butterscotch Monroe: Thanks for your time. And good luck.

Match 3
Izzy Marx
vs.
Dawn Master

DING DING DING!!!

Ruby Kirk: Marx and Master lock up. Arm drag by Dawn Master and a basement dropkick attempt!

Izzy Marx rolls out of the way real quick and lands a super deep arm drag on Dawn, trying to hook her into the Gargano escape.

Ruby Kirk: JK Forever?!

Marci D'Abruzzo: But a bunch of elbows to the side of the head and a kick to the face are gonna say nuts to that idea, Kirk.

Dawn drags Izzy to her feet and sends her for an irish whip.

Ruby Kirk: Marx on the rebound, Master with the leapfrog!

The fan volume picks up as Dawn hits the ropes in the opposite direction.

Ruby Kirk: Springboard by Master! Tornado DDT.

Marci D'Abruzzo: No! Izzy Marx catches her and sends Dawn crashing into the corner with an overhead belly to belly!

Izzy immediately runs in with a knee and the crowd BOOO as she lays in stomps. The referee gets to four before Marx finally relinquishes, rolling her eyes. But she still turns around and runs in for a sneaky running knee!

Ruby Kirk: GREAT speed on show by Master!

Dawn catches the knee and reels Marx into an inside cradle!

ONE
TWO

Ruby Kirk: It's really early on to be getting a two count!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Bah. You can pull out a dubya in under a minute if you're sneaky enough!

Dawn drops a leg and tries for another cover, netting herself another two count. The crowd perk up as Dawn drags Marx out to the middle and gives the signal before taking a run up.

Ruby Kirk: PERFECT CHAO..OOF!

Dawn bounces off clutching her abdomen as Izzy pops her knees up!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Marx has her now, Kirk. She's gonna drain the blood from Master's body and send it to her head with this stalling superplex!

The fans POP as Dawn manages to not only free herself, but land a HUGE jumping cutter on Marx!

Ruby Kirk: MASTERPLAN OUT OF NOWHERE! THIS COULD BE IT!

ONE
TWO
THR...

Crowd: BOOOO...

The referee stops the count when he notices that Marx got her foot on the ropes.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Too close to the ropes, dumbass. Try again!

Dawn is frustrated but she's full of adrenaline as she drags Marx to her feet, laying in several sharp forearm shots and doubling her over with a kick.

Ruby Kirk: Dawn be goin' for that Masterplan!

Marci D'Abruzzo: No, Marx be hanging on and Master be getting launched with a Tazplex!

Izzy watches as Dawn crashes to the mat and immediately heads to the top.

Marci D'Abruzzo: JUST... TROUBLE!

The 450 splash lands from Izzy and she covers and hooks the leg!

ONE
TWO
THREE!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner, and advancing in the Glory championship tournament, IZZZZZY MARRRRX!

Ruby Kirk: This Marx gal really is starting to show a more callous side, and I'm not a hundred percent sure that I like it.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Nobody gives a rat's ass what you like, Kirk. Kudos to Marx for pounding some geekazoid and advancing in this tournament, I guess!

Match 4
Glory Championship Tournament: Round 1
William Cordova
vs.
Bodhi Bose

Marci D'Abruzzo: I always knew that this Bodhi Bose guy was a smart kid! Look at Bodhi getting in before the ref can even call it!

The fans BOO Bose as he rushes forward and sneakily takes Cordova down with a shoulder tackle, mounts William Cordova and starts laying in punches. The referee sighs and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Ruby Kirk: Bose dragging Cordova to his feet and Bill's fighting back with a barrage of strikes!

The two men exchange exciting strikes back and forth starting with an open palm strike from Cordova forcing Bodhi to stagger back, and Bose returns fire with a knife edge chop, following up with a European uppercut sending Cordova crashing into the corner! Bodhi sneers as he looks around and then lays in another knife edge and a couple of forearms before placing Cordova on the top rope.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Bose is hooking the arms! You're welcome off the top rope!?

Ruby Kirk: NO!

The fans POP for Bill Cordova as he fights free, leaps up and takes Bose down with a Frankensteiner, immediately going for the cover!

ONE
TWO
T...

Marci D'Abruzzo: Bodhi got a foot on the bottom rope there, and the fans don't like it, but hell. The truth don't give a damn what y'all think! Haha!

Ruby Kirk: Cordova hauling Bose to his feet and an Irish whip...

The fan volume really boosts as Bodhi hits the ropes and Bill lines up.

Ruby Kirk: RYDEOFYOURLIFE?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Bodhi catches the leg! Fisherman buster!

ONE
TWO
TH...

Ruby Kirk: Cordova gets the shoulder up just in time! Bodhi ain't happy about it!

Bodhi is immediately up in the referee's face, accusing the ref of not being able to count and saying he will have his job. Bodhi growls as he turns around and goes to punt Cordova in the head, but he nearly trips up as Bill rolls out of the way, and Bodhi actually does trip up as Cordova drags him to the mat and hooks up the rear naked choke!

Ruby Kirk: CORDOVA CLUTCH, Bill Cordova has it locked in! Bose is tapping! Ring the bell, ref!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: The winner of this match, and advancing in the Glory championship tournament - WILLLIAAAAM CORDOOOOVVVAAAA!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Ya know, I really ain't lovin' this tournament so far!

Ruby Kirk: That's just because you're biased as hell and your favorites ain't coming out on top. This tournament has had some FANTASTIC matches so far, and we're only getting started!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Settle down, you excitable bitch!

Marci touches a finger to the ear not containing her headset.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I hear that our Pride champion, Jacob Striker has something to say right now. Let's cut to it!

The feed cuts to a locker room where we find Jacob Striker sitting in a chair, still clad in his street gear with a distant look on his face. He doesn’t speak for the first few seconds before he looks over at the camera, seemingly gathering his thoughts for a moment before finally speaking.

Jacob Striker: People say that I’m one dimensional and I get that. I get that because all these promoters, with the exception of Cedric, is they want the monster I’ve become. You see when I lost that first match against Graham Baker for my title, it was last straw for me as I had worked my ass off to prepare for that and I thought that I had everything just right. But Graham...I won’t lie, he that one thing. A thing that involved going to a place that I didn’t want to go. And that’s why he beat me, it’s a fair cop and I said that I wouldn’t lie. I was not going to stoop to my father’s level of doing things, no. I was too high and mighty to go that route but in the end, all it took was one thing from one person. The entombing silence from *her*. And by “her”, I don’t mean Serenity, who is my furious angel who took the blackened and torn fragments of my very being and gave me back my own furious heart, no. I’m talking about the other “one”. You see the more that I thought about her lead to thinking about everything else that was holding me back, all of this...weight...of a proper morality that I had tried to uphold, tried to be the hero that the fans needed because I didn’t want to be *him*. And so, the more I thought about her...the easier it became to throw off that morality, to leave it sitting right there at the FUCKING *door* and just be...myself.

Jacob then reaches over next to him with his left hand and then he holds up the Pride of One Wrestling Movement championship for the camera to see.

Jacob Striker: I busted my ass to get that second shot at this belt and I did it. I busted my skull to take this from Graham and I did it. I have worked my ass off to bring up the prestige of this title, to make it worthy of its own name...sure there was hiccup recently, I won’t deny that. But you see Rei calls the confidence that I have in myself “Toxic Masculinity” because I’m supposed to accept that someone is superior to me just because they fucking say that they are. There’s nothing toxic about that because I pride myself in being a workhorse. In trying to be someone worthy of this title, by trying to make the title bigger than the champion and if given half a chance, I would defend this title anywhere...from Pro Wrestling Nova to the Omega Wrestling Alliance to Wrestleworld to Strong Style Wrestling to Kingdom Pro Wrestling and fucking beyond. But tonight...tonight I have a thirty minute ironman match to prove my worth. My first real crucible and where most people would fucking nervous about that kind of situation...I’m looking forward to it.

Jacob then drapes the title across his lap as he leans forward.

Jacob Striker: You see Erick, I’ve given a look behind the curtain so to speak. I’ve dropped the veil long enough to be me in front of the world, and tonight… I’m going to enjoy myself. Because the villain that people like Rei, Joshua, the Enforcer, Solomon, Banch, and especially *Katrina*...want me to be, isn’t going to be in that match. Jacob Alexander Striker will be, the Real Rock’n’Rolla will be...and when I walk back out, I will do so with this title clenched firmly in my hands. But then again, it might be your night. I might slip up and you get that one crucial pin over me to win the whole thing...then what happens? Will you brag, will you gloat...or will you do the right, honorable thing and shake my hand? Tonight, against you, the ring is sacred. And I won’t break anything...unless you do it first. Either way.

Jacob then picks up his championship again and looks at it for a moment before presenting it to the camera.

Jacob Striker: Tonight, the only man that I need to prove myself to is just that, myself. And the monster will once again keep its crown. See you in the ring, Erick...and good luck.

The feed cuts out.

Match 5
The Fallen Angels (Aurora and Damon Graves)
vs.
Rebel Rousers (Chase Evans and Teddy Morse)

DING DING DING!!!

Marci D'Abruzzo: And we're kickin' this one off with Teddy Morse facing off with Aurora Graves.

There's a quick lock up before Aurora gets the arm wringer in, flipping Morse over onto his back and dropping the leg on the inside of the shoulder before going for the grapevine, yet Morse rolls free and takes Aurora down with a chop block before hitting the ropes and looking for a lariat.

Ruby Kirk: Graves rolls out of the way! Kip up! Sweet lookin Jecht shot!

Teddy hits the deck as the Pele kick connects, yet Aurora hauls him back up, seizes him in a headlock and gets the tag to Damon!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh my! Damon Graves doubling Teddy over right here! This looks like a powerbomb!

Ruby Kirk: And Aurora brings 'em on down with a jumping neckbreaker! Damon rolls Morse up for the cover!

ONE
TWO
TH~

Marci D'Abruzzo: Chase Evans running in with a stomp to break it up!

As the referee hustles to make sure Evans and Aurora Graves are out to their corners, Damon Graves hauls Teddy up again, snares him with the ripcord and let's out a roar as he goes for the ripcord European uppercut!

Ruby Kirk: Swing and a miss as Teddy ducks under! Standing dropkick! Morse scrambles over and gets the tag to Evans!

Chase Evans explodes with a series of clotheslines, taking down Damon and Aurora respectively.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Evans hauls Damon Graves into the corner!

Graves is in the corner, dazed.

Teddy Morse: You ain't gonna hit him.

Chase Evans: Why?

Teddy Morse: Cuz I'mma hit him!

Chase Evans: Naw you ain't!

Both: ....We both hit him!

Damon tumbles out of the corner and falls on his face as RR line up and deck him with a twin punch to the jaw, Teddy quickly scrambling out as Chase goes for the cover.

Ruby Kirk: OH! These boys call this one 'Double Fistin', Marci!

Marci D'Abruzzo: ……

ONE
TWO
THr~

Ruby Kirk: Aurora was ready to jump on in, but Damon got the shoulder up anyway!

Evans isn't amused as he drags Damon up and launches a forearm at him and then goes to send him sailing with a release German, yet Damon pops the crowd as he lands on his feet behind him!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Bulldog by Graves! He's beckoning to Aurora now!

The fans cheer as Aurora leaps up onto the top rope and Damon hauls Chase up into the electric chair position.

Ruby Kirk: Look out!

Damon falls to a knee as Teddy Morse takes him out with another chop block, forcing him to drop Teddy who lands on his feet. Aurora's face turns to that of shock as Teddy springboards and nails her with a dropkick, sending her crashing to the outside. Damon's head slumps as Teddy quickly hits the ropes and nails him with a shining wizard.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Evans seizes Aurora up for Hook, line and sinker! Teddy coming off the top! Ooof. Damon Graves got it all!

ONE
TWO
THREE

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here are your winners, via pinfall... TEDDY MORSE, CHASE EVANS... RRRRRRREBEL ROUUUSSSSERRRSSS!

Teddy and Chase celebrate their victory as their music hits.

Ruby Kirk: Wow, D'Abruzzo. If this sets the bar for the other tag matches this evening, we got it made and we get to watch that shiz!

Marci D'Abruzzo: C'mon, Kirk. It wasn't that good.

Ruby Kirk: I'ma agree to disagree with cha. Yo, so well done to these Rebel Rouser fellas picking up the win tonight! Let's go check this out!

Match 6
Glory Championship Tournament: Round 1
Chris Crippler
vs.
Jack Gibson

DING DING DING!!!

The bell rings and Crippler wastes no time rushing in but is brought to the mat with an armdrag takedown by Gibson. Crippler bounces off the mat and gets back to his feet. He rushes in again and Gibson takes him down with another armdrag takedown. The veteran bounces back again and runs into another armdrag takedown.

Ruby Kirk: Gibson is putting on a clinic tonight.

Marci D'Abruzzo: He is being a bit of a drag though. Get it?

Ruby Kirk: Ugh.

Crippler rushes in a fourth time and Gibson goes for another armdrag. However Crippler is prepared and blocks the attempt. He counters with a headbutt and an European uppercut. Gibson gets back to his feet, Crippler rakes his eyes and then catches him up in a Deadlift-Plex (Deadlift Regal-Plex) for the cover.

One..
Two...
THR...KICKOUT!

Ruby Kirk: Underhanded move by Crippler. Yet to his credit, it got him within a hair of taking this thing out!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Ya see, Overgrown Arley. This is where Chris' experience really comes into play. Do you see the way that certain parts are being targeted and he doesn't give half a damn what he has to do to target them? This Gibson kid is in trouble.

Ruby Kirk: You very well may be right, D'Abruzzo.

Gibson gets back to his feet and hits Crippler with a powerful palm strike, followed by a Liger Bomb. Gibson lifts Crippler up and backs him into the corner before setting him on the top turnbuckle. Gibson goes for a top-rope DDT but Crippler is able to fight him off. Unseen by the referee, Crippler punches Gibson in the groin and rakes his eyes, sending Gibson falling backward to the ring.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Ya see what I'm talkin' bout, Kirk? Rough landing for Gibson right there! Can he keep going on like this?

Crippler leaps off of the ropes and hits Gibson with a pointed elbow drop. Gibson is however, able to get his legs up, kicking Crippler in the bottom of the jaw!

Ruby Kirk: Yo, apparently he can! That's gotta hurt!

Crippler holds his jaw as he writhes on the mat. Gibson gets back to his feet, pulls Crippler to his feet, and plants him on the mat with a brainbuster! Wasting no time, Gibson lifts Crippler up again and whips him into the ropes. Crippler bounces off the ropes and Gibson tries to execute a pumphandle slam. Crippler is able to wiggle out at the last minute and drives Gibson to the mat with a bridging German suplex!

One...
Two...
THR...KICKOUT!

Marci D'Abruzzo: SO close! C'mon CRIPPLER!!

Ruby Kirk: This woman might win Unbiased Commentator of the Year in 2021, I reckon.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Shut up, Rubez! Just call the damn match!

Gibson gets back up and Crippler tries to kick him in the gut. Gibson catches the kick and drives him to the mat with a dragon screw. Crippler gets up, holding his knee, howling in frustration. Crippler charges Gibson for a clothesline. Gibson side steps, kicks Crippler in the stomach, and hits him with the Royal Flush -(dragon screw neck whip)!

One...
Two...
THREE!!!

Mari Moon: Here is your winner and advancing in the Glory championship tournament... JAAAACK GIBSSSSONNN!

Ruby Kirk: What a great bout, and what a HUGE claim for Jack Gibson right now! He seems pretty happy about it!

Marci D'Abruzzo: What about Crippler, huh? What about this legend who he got lucky against? What..

Ruby touches a finger to the ear without an earpiece for a second and she raises an eyebrow.

Ruby Kirk: I can't say much yet, though I've just got word from backstage that those who don't make it through the first round should be aware of something. It ain't over for you yet!

There's a positive crowd response as they hear this half-news.

Marci D'Abruzzo: But. What does that even mean, Kirk?

Ruby shrugs and Marci rolls her eyes and grumbles obscenities in Italian to herself.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Ah, whatever. Let's check this thing out.

#RRRRRRRRRRRIP AND TTTEEEAARRRR!!!

The stage explodes in green and white pyro sparks, the ramp lighting up with green fire on either side. “The Ginger Ninja” Molly O’Hatherine and “The Poison Dragon” Hirata Dokueki step out onto the stage wearing matching Hatchet Clan black and green ring gear, green half-skull masks on their faces. In Molly’s hands are a pair of well polished hatchets which she holds aloft at either side of herself, the taller Hirata behind her crossing her impressive arms over her chest. Molly drops to a kneel, drawing the hatchets in to cross them beneath her smiling, skull masked face. She then nods her head to the beat for a moment, whipping the axes back out at her sides, then lunging towards the ring with a Narato-style run with Dokueki not too far behind her.

Arriving at ringside, she makes a flying leap, slipping between the top and second and landing with a tuck and roll to her knees.There she holds an axe up, two fingers raised with devil horns as she whips her head back and forth to the music, red hair wildly thrashing about like a tattered banner of war! The Poison Dragon is right behind her and just holds her arms out, head tilted back as a bir wall of green balefire explodes behind them on the ring apron, burning for a few seconds brightly before dying out as Dokueki’s head tilts forward and Molly once again crosses those hatchets beneath her wildly grinning masked face.

The two separate. Dokueki makes a motion to a ring attendant, then holds up her hands. Two microphones are tossed, which she catches with ease. Molly slips out of her pose, placing both hatchets in one hand, then holds her hand up. She catches a tossed mic from Doku just as easily and motions for the music to be cut.

Molly O’Hatherine: All of ye’ in attendance donnae’ know how much this means to me, to be wearing this gear again, standin’ in this ring with one of tha’ best friends I’ve e’er known. Sure, she’s a ruthless killin’ machine that’ll split yer wig without a thought if ye’ piss her off, but she’ll have your back and never breaks her word for no one, not even herself.

The Dragon nods to the Ninja, then looks to the crowd.

Poison Dokueki: We have two obstacles before us, members of the Dog Pound, Katrina Culpepper and Dustin Holt. They seek to continue their dominance against a force of nature beyond their understanding.

Molly O’Hatherine: Aye, they’ve said as much on twitter, yet they said nothing till I did. I wonder why you dinnae’ say anythin’ that night, Hirata?

Dokueki gives a small smile.

Poison Dokueki: No need. You spoke well enough alone.

Molly O’Hatherine: Our opponents think we’re untested as a team, that we donnae’ have tha’ chemistry or capability ta’ beat ‘em. Dustin is a madman with bloodlust, seein’ his own blood and losing all control.

The Dragon nods.

Poison Dokueki: That would be the last thing he would want to do against either of us.

Molly O’Hatherine: Correct ye’ are. Twelve years this man has fought, won, and bled in the wrestling business with twenty deathmatches under his belt.

Poison Dokueki: *Scoffs slightly* Only twenty?

Molly O’Hatherine: Aye, but this isn’t hardcore and they’ll find out soon enough that we’re far more than they anticipated…. SO DOG POUND!!! KATRINA… DUSTIN… OFF YER ARSES AND ON YER FEET! LET’S DO THIS!!!!

Molly and Dokueki assume their positions and wait for their opponents to enter the match…

Match 7
Dustin Holt and Katrina Culpepper
vs.
The Hatchet Clan (Molly O’Hatherine and Poison Dokueki)

DING DING DING!!!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Looks like we're getting this one going with Culpepper and O'Hatherine. And YES! This is what I call a good start!

Molly and Katrina move in to lock up, and Culpepper immediately sidesteps with O'Hatherine becoming temporarily blind as she cops a double eye poke.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Right hook to O'Hatherine and an atomic drop! Culpepper with the hiptoss neckbreaker!

As soon as Culpepper takes O'Hatherine down to the mat, she lays in with stomps until Molly rolls out of the way and tries to get to her feet.

Ruby Kirk: Irish whip! Molly on the rebound! Oh! Headscissor takedown! O'Hatherine following up with that corkscrew elbow drop, and a cover!

ONE
TWO

Culpepper angrily gets the shoulder up, and Molly tries to drag her to her feet but Katrina fires back with forearms and manages to take control with a kick to the midsection and a jumping outside crescent kick.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Culpepper catching O'Hatherine fair in the jaw with that kick! Irish whip into the corner and a tag to Dustin Holt!

Dustin springs into action and the crowd BOO as Holt and Culpepper lay into Molly with strikes as the referee counts.

Ruby Kirk: There's them stereo dropkicks on O'Hatherine in the corner, and the ref is finally able to get Culpepper the hell outta here!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Holt is in position to take serious advantage of this situation!

Dustin sneers as he gets down on the mat, and Molly yells out As Holt seizes her in a tight cravate before dragging her to her feet.

Ruby Kirk: Deadlift cravate suplex! And now Holt is grabbin' the legs and going for that Tire swing!

The fan volume builds more and more as Holt grabs Molly's legs and starts to swing her around faster and faster, but it peaks as Molly somehow manages to do a sit up of sorts, rise up and free herself with a forearm to the gut.

Ruby Kirk: Judo hiptoss! Both of these combatants are dizzy as hell but O'Hatherine still nails Holt with the basement dropkick to follow up!

The crowd volume picks up again as Molly scrambles over and gets the fast tag to Dokueki.

Ruby Kirk: Uh oh! O'Hatherine just opened the floodgates with this manoeuvre!

The fans roar their approval as Dokueki nails Holt with a running clothesline, hits the ropes and gets another running clothesline. Dokueki taunts Holt as he's getting to his feet, and he tries to land a European uppercut, yet Dokueki catches it and reels him into a clawslam!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Dokueki moving in for the Dragon's Embrace, but Holt scrambles out of the way. Both combatants to their feet now.

Dokueki spots Molly sliding into the ring, and she nods to her partner.

Ruby Kirk: Hatchet Clan are looking for something here! Dokueki hauling Dustin Holt up for a German Sup.

The fans are surprised, but not more than Dokueki and O'Hatherine, as Holt finds a very unique way to get out of this.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Dokueki has Holt up..No! Holt uses the momentum against her! Dropkick to an incoming Molly O'Hatherine and Dokueki eats a DKO at the same time! Cover!

ONE
TWO
TH..

Dokueki gets the shoulder up on instinct, and Dustin Holt sits up with a shocked and angry look on his face. Holt grimaces as he stands and lays stomps in on Dokueki before dragging her to her feet.

Ruby Kirk: European uppercut to the Dragon! The Holt Translator connects!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Dustin Holt is dragging Dokueki over to Dog Pound's corner! Oof! Face full of Culpepper's boot and a tag to Katrina!

Ruby Kirk: This Culpepper chick don't screw around, huh?

The fans start to BOO again as Katrina takes Dokueki down with a Thesz press and repeatedly slams the back of her head into the mat, alternating with mounted forearms, and this is where Dokueki finds the in road to making her comeback!

Ruby Kirk: There she goes! Dokueki is mighty sick of this!

Dragon roars as she manages to roll on top, and pummel Culpepper with fast right hands.

Ruby Kirk: Look at them fists fly! Dokueki in control now, headlock on tight as she drags Culpepper to her feet. Oh c'mon.. what's Holt doing?

Dustin tries to sneak up on Dokueki, yet she senses his movements and the fans roar approval as he gets a face full of dark jade mist for his trouble!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Dragon's breath! And now what the living eff does O'Hatherine want?!

Dustin hits the deck and rolls back out of the ring as he tries to get the strange irritant out of his eyes, but in the meantime, Molly has come in from behind with a timely atomic drop!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Great Kick by Dokueki!

Ruby Kirk: Ginger snap by Molly! In fact, GINGERSNAP OF DESTRUCTION! Molly rolling out and Dragon going for the cover!

ONE
TWO
THREE!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon: Here are your winners... MOLLY O'HATHERINE… POISON \ DOKUEKI… THEEEE HAAAAATCHET CLAAAAANNN!!

Marci D'Abruzzo: I can't even begin to understand what Holt is going through right now, Kirk. Ew. Dragon spit! Yuuuck. Shit's gross!

Ruby Kirk: Well, D'Abruzzo. It's just another thing that make Dokueki and Hatchet Clan living and breathing examples of the popular phrase 'Fakk around and find out!'

Marci D'Abruzzo: Oh COME ON, Cedric. I can't put up with much more of this.

As Marci goes on a tangent, Ruby blows the viewers a kiss and gives the signal to roll to a segment.

Marci D'Abruzzo: WAIT! NOW we are cooking!

We then go to the back, where we see The Headhunters in the parking lot. They looked to be armed to the teeth with weapons as Eric is holding a lead pipe while Dexter has a black baseball bat. Both are looking around.

Dexter Calloway: Come on, Goldiloccs! You called us out for a fight...so where you at?!

A frustrated Eric throws the pipe down.

Eric Calloway: I'm sick of this fuccin' waitin'!

We go back to the ring.

Ruby Kirk: Well, for those who didn't know..Griffin Hawkins has challenged both The Headhunters to an unsanctioned Parking Lot Street Fight with his 1WM career on the line… but he's not here yet...

Marci D'Abruzzo: He's not coming! He's been telling everyone who'd listen that he was gonna take out the Headhunters..and now when the time comes, he decides to tuck his tail between his legs and run home. He's nothing but a gutless coward!

Ruby Kirk: Whoa, whoa, Griffin is not a coward! This man has faced the best in this industry, and no matter how big or bad they were, he never backed down!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Then where is he?! They've been waiting here all night long for him, and he hasn't shown his face. I knew he wouldn't have the guts to show up.

Ruby Kirk: Wait. Something's going on in the back. Can we get a camera back there?!

We go to the locker room hallway and see Noelle Jansen clutching her leg in pain.

Noelle Jansen: Argh...fucking puta! You're gonna pay....you're gonna pay!

The camera pans up to reveal none other than Griffin Hawkins! The crowd is losing it as he smiles, holding a long black baton.

Griffin Hawkins: You think I forgot about you?!

He strikes her leg again, causing her to scream painfully. Just then, Griffin sees something off-camera and decides to make a hasty retreat. The Headhunters rush onto the scene as they stand over a fallen Noelle.

Dexter Calloway: You're fuckin' dead, Goldiloccs!

Eric checks on Noelle, but she seems to be waving them off.

Noelle Jansen: Don't worry about me, just get that bitch!

However, before they can leave, down at the end of the corridor are Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach. Ursula has her arms crossed as Coda cracks her knuckles.

Eric Calloway: Oh, you both want some of this?! Come on!

With that, Coda rushes and goes straight for Dexter, raining down on him with punches as he uses his strength to push her against the wall! Eric then begins trading blows with Ursula! Both teams are rolling around punching one another, trying to tear each other apart as officials are scrambling to break this carnage up! We head back to the arena as both announcers look shocked!

Marci D'Abruzzo: What the hell just happened?!

Ruby Kirk: Well, I thought we were gonna see a parking lot brawl tonight, but it looks like Hawkins had other plans, and so did Symphony of Destruction!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hawkins IS a coward! I told you that earlier! He took out Noelle Jansen's leg with that...nightstick...whatever it was in his hands! Who does he think he is, Tonya Harding!? And of course, Coda and Ursula decide to get their licks in when they decided to jump on The Headhunters! All three of them should be locked up in jail somewhere! Throw away the key!

Ruby Kirk: Where was this attitude when the Kartel have been doing whatever they wanted for the last few months? This is them getting a dose of their own medicine!

Marci D'Abruzzo: What?! How can you say that?! You're supposed to be unbiased!

Ruby Kirk: The Kartel must have been set up. Maybe this was the plan hatched up from the beginning?

Marci D'Abruzzo: That's the smartest thing you said all night! This WAS a setup! They were set up by all three of those cowards! This is all a conspiracy against The Kali Kartel!

Ruby Kirk: No more Oliver Stone novels for you.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Who?

We then go to the outside of the arena, where Griffin is seen leaving. A black hummer is seen waiting for him. He gets in the passenger's seat as he's talking to a mysterious driver.

??: How'd it go?

Griffin Hawkins: They bought it.

??: Good, we got ‘em on the run now.

Griffin Hawkins: They jumped on the wrong guys...

The Hummer stars up and drives out of the lot.

Ruby Kirk: ...who the hell was he talking to?

Marci D'Abruzzo: Good question, but whoever that is better be some serious backup because I don't want to be him when the Kartel gets their hands on him.

Headliner
Guest referee: Ursula Von Rossbach
"Beast from Busan" Coda
vs.
"Diamond" Lash Donohue

DING DING DING!!!

Lash and Coda quickly fist bump before they start to circle quickly while the Yost Ice arena crowd clap rhythmically, thump the barricade walls and stomp their feet.

Ruby Kirk: Lock up, Donohue gets the quick go behind and the waistlock takedown attempt is thwarted by Coda's back elbow!

Lash stumbles back a little, and...

Marci D'Abruzzo: OH! Backhand chop by Coda! And a European uppercut!

Lash touches his finger to his lip, thinking he may taste blood. He the grins and tells Coda to try again, with which she's only too happy to oblige!

Ruby Kirk: No! Donohue catches the arm and swings Coda back around!

Lash quickly fires off a couple of hard European uppercuts of his own before drilling Coda with a series of knee strikes and taking her down with a sharp hammerlock DDT! There's a positive reaction from the fans as Lash throws up his trademark taunt and drags Coda to her feet, hauling her into the corner and moving in to follow up with his cannonball senton!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Every time, yo. Every damn time!

As Coda steps out of the way, Lash crashes violently into the turnbuckles and bounces off again, hitting the mat curled up in a ball. Coda quickly drops the leg on the wreckage of Lash and rolls him up for a cover.

ONE
TWO

Ruby Kirk: The Diamond breaks free. Coda isn't wasting any of her time here, though.

As Coda drags Lash to his feet, she lays into him with a combination of forearms, open palm strikes and kicks. Lash keeps on falling back to one knee as a result, and the circuit begins anew.

Marci D'Abruzzo: I gotta admit, I kinda like this.

Ruby Kirk: You just know that Lash is enjoying it more than you.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Ew. Ew. Ew. Poor Coda!

Coda finally gets Lash back to a vertical base, stunning him with yet another European uppercut.

Marci D'Abruzzo: German suplex on Donohue! Coda's rolling through and holding onto it though!

The fan volume builds as Coda drags Lash up again in the German suplex position.

Ruby Kirk: Could she be going for another? No! Coda's switching up for a Northern lights driver!

Lash manages to break free right at the perfect time, and the fans get even louder as he lands on his feet and hits the ropes.

Ruby Kirk: Springboard tornado DDT on Coda! Lash gets the double underhook and drags Coda back up!

Ursula gathers around as she spots Coda locking her legs into Lash's and grounding herself before breaking free via elbow to the gut and landing a jumping double knee to the face. Lash staggers back.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Coda with the SONATA KNEE! Donohue with the surprise Matrix evasion! Leg lariat!

The fans BOOOOOOOOOO as Dexter and Eric Calloway appear at the top of the ramp with cocky smiles on their faces and their arms crossed. They appear to be just here to observe for now, but Ann Arbor HATES them. Ursula turns to see what all the fuss is about and is visibly angry upon sight of the Headhunters. Meanwhile...

Ruby Kirk: Lash dragging Coda to her feet and she's having none of that. Another series of knees have Lash staggering back and falling to a knee. Running punt ki...

Marci D'Abruzzo: NO! LASH SWEEPS CODA ONTO HER BACK! DONOHUE DEATHLOCK! DONOHUE DEATHLOCK! Coda's tapping out!

Ursula had been ordering The Calloways out of the arena and Headhunters had been slowly advancing on the ring the whole time as Lash releases Coda's legs and grins as he raises his arms, expecting his music to hit.

Ruby Kirk: Lash thinks he has won this, but Ursula wasn't looking at Lash, and Lash wasn't looking at Ursula! Coda's getting back up slowly. She's probably had ample time to recover after that submission the way he's going!

Marci D'Abruzzo: No wonder they call him 'Clownboy'.

As UVR continues to order Headhunters out of here, the fans try to warn Lash, but he doesn't hear it as Coda sneaks up and...

Marci D'Abruzzo: THERE is that Sonata Knee! Lash hits the deck!

Coda covers, but UVR is still busy with Headhunters until they finally point at the action in the ring, upon which Ursula scrambles to count!

ONE
TWO
THR~

The fans are beside themselves as Lash gets the shoulder up at the last second and Coda sits up, panting heavily.

Marci D'Abruzzo: This is what these guys are talking about when they say they have plans, Kirk. And I don't know why people don't freakin expect it! Y'all KNOW they're gonna pick the worst possible time to do it.

Headhunters just take a seat in the aisle as they watch Coda drag Lash to his feet and stun him with a European uppercut before sending him into the corner with an Irish whip.

Marci D'Abruzzo: OOF! Symphonic Elbow to Lash in the corner and an immediate cover as he falls face down!

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THREE!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Goodnight!

DING DING DING!!!

Mari Moon:Here is your winner... COOOOODAAAA!

Now that Ursula's duties are over and done with, the Headhunters smirk and start to get up as she growls and makes a beeline for them. Coda works on getting Lash back to his feet in the background.

Ruby Kirk: Woah! Check this out! Timely running double lariat by Von Rossbach on the Headhunters!

Marci D'Abruzzo: And here comes Coda!

The fan volume picks up as Coda leaps over Ursula as she's punching away at Dexter and lands a running double foot stomp on Eric.

Ruby Kirk: And here's Lash!

They pick up yet again as Lash also leaps over the small body pile and lands a running guillotine leg drop just as Ursula is getting out of the way. A nearby mic squeals as Lash locates it, picks it up and turns it on.

Lash Donohue: Yo, what do you c*ños WANT?

Some sections of the crowd laugh as the know what Lash is saying, the rest laugh because UVR is basically kicking Eric and Dexter backstage. They manage to scramble back and out of her reach where they yell back at Lash and make threatening signs.

Lash Donohue: Not all of Cali gives a sh*t about Cali, and some of Cali would thank its nut sack to stay in its shorts! I tell y'all what...

The fans perk up as Lash takes Coda's left arm and Ursula's right arm and raises them high.

Lash Donohue: One day soon, these two are gonna put your heads through some glass and Symphony of Destruction are eventually gonna go on to take those dang 1WM Tag belts. Then y'all ain't gonna even get a glance at that shiz, fellas! Now f*ck off! Nobody likes ya!

Headhunters shake their heads and flip them off as SoD's music hits, and Lash stands triumphant alongside Ursula and Coda.

Ruby Kirk: They might have messed this thing up tonight, Marci. But I don't think Headhunters are gonna be able to mess up the solidarity on display between these three.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Easy. Throw something shiny which makes a jingle noise.

Ruby sighs.

Ruby Kirk: While my partner recovers from her recent d*ckhead attack, let's go to a word from our sponsors! We've got a Pride title match coming up NEXT.

Main Event
Pride of 1WM Championship
30 Minute Iron Man Match
"The Forgotten One" Erick St. John
vs.
"The Real Rock n' Rolla" Jacob Striker

DING DING DING!!!

This match starts off with St. John and Striker circling menacingly before they move in to lock up. Striker gets the arm wringer on ESJ and drops him to a knee with a vicious WALTER chop.

Crowd: WOOOO!

Striker lands one more and then hauls St. John back up and tries for an irish whip.

Ruby Kirk: Reversal by Erick St. John! Crushing exploder suplex on Striker off the rebound!

ESJ wastes no time and hauls Striker back up, doubling him over with a knee.

Ruby Kirk: ESJ is lookin' for that gutwrench neckbreaker.

The crowd perks up as Jacob breaks free via elbows to the ribs and hooks ESJ up in a pumphandle.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Pumphandle neckbr...

Ruby Kirk: Not quite!

The crowd volume really boosts as ESJ breaks free, lands, lines up and sends a superkick at Striker early!

Marci D'Abruzzo: MY REDEMPTIOnnnn….

Striker manages to roll out of the way and spring back up before reeling ESJ into a hammerlock suplex..

Ruby Kirk: Erick evades the hammerlock suplex!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hold ya horses!

The fans enjoy it as Striker hangs on and manages to reel ESJ into a northern lights suplex and tries to float over into a cross armbreaker, but Erick rolls free. Both men get to their feet, staring daggers at one another with their dukes up!

Ruby Kirk: Listen to my hometown crowd, D'Abruzzo. They freakin LOVE this main event!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Anyway. Lock up and a go behind. ESJ going for that back suplex.

Ruby Kirk: Striker lands on his feet.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Is this what I think it is?!

The fan volume picks up as Striker throws the arm over and hooks him up.

Marci D'Abruzzo: APOCALYPS...

They go CRAZY as ESJ wriggles free, lands on his feet and drops Striker HARD with a cutter!

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THREE!

Mari Moon: Erick St. John has earned ONE fall at eleven minutes and one second!

Ruby Kirk: Wow what a move! These two men seem to be feeling the effects in different ways! The referee wants to count 'em!

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FOUR
FIVE

Erick is the first to sit up, and it's instinct making him go for the cover and hook the leg.

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T~

Ruby Kirk: Striker with the shoulder up! We're still one and nothing' in this Pride title match!

Erick hauls Jake up to his feet and sends him crashing into the corner with a grunt before following up with a corner clothesline.

Marci D'Abruzzo: ESJ is positioning Striker on the top rope!

Ruby Kirk: Superplex, maybe? No!

Striker manages to break free of the attempt with a European uppercut on the top rope, and instead.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Top rope tiger suplex!

ESJ lands hard, and Jacob covers and hooks the leg.

ONE
TWO
THRe~

The crowd once more goes crazy as Erick gets the shoulder up! Striker can't believe it at all and he biffs ESJ in the face with a forearm smash before trying again.

ONE
TWO

Marci D'Abruzzo: Kick out by Erick St John, and I think our Pride champ is PISSED now!

The crowd BOO loudly as Striker pins ESJ's shoulders to the mat via forearm across the throat, therefore choking ESJ.

Ruby Kirk: Striker finally relinquishes on four.

Marci D'Abruzzo: The real rock n rolla in control now, dragging ESJ back up.

Mari Moon: There are TEN minutes remaining in this match!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Striker better wanna haul ass to get goin' if he wants to hold onto that title!

Ruby Kirk: Looks like he's anglin' to do just that!

Striker seems to bamboozle ESJ as he darts around him.

Marci D'Abruzzo: What the hell is Striker doing?

The fans cheer as ESJ hits the deck.

Ruby Kirk: That's the Johnny Saint special right there!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Jacob Striker is lookin' for that dangerous figure four sharpshooter right now!

The fans perk up as ESJ manages to turn it over into a modified Indian deathlock right away, yet Striker's leg strength allows him to kick his way free.

Ruby Kirk: Both men to their feet! RUFFIAN KICK BY STRIKER!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Swing and a miss! Striker swings back around!

The crowd is BOOMING as ESJ lines up and throws the superkick.

Ruby Kirk: MY R~ WHAT?!

They get even louder as Striker manages to catch it, throw ESJ back around and hook him up.

Marci D'Abruzzo: APOCALYPSE!!

ESJ lands HARD out of the Emerald Flowsion and Jake hooks the leg.

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THREE!

Mari Moon: Jacob Striker has earned ONE fall at TWENTY SEVEN minutes and TWENTY THREE seconds!

Ruby Kirk: What the hell! We got ourselves a TIE right now with less than three minutes on the clock!

Striker knows he can't wait as he tries to get another pin for good measure.

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TH~

Ruby Kirk: ESJ showing a lot of heart! Just imagine if he gets another dubya in these next two minutes!

Striker drags the groggy ESJ up to his feet and tries to hook him up for another Apocalypse, but ESJ gains his bearings and elbows his way free.

Marci D'Abruzzo: Irish whip by the challenger.

Mari Moon: There is ONE minute remaining in this match!

ESJ hits the ropes and come back with a lariat, yet Striker rolls out of the way! Erick tries to stun him with a knee drop, yet Striker again rolls out of th way and springs back up!

Marci D'Abruzzo: RUFFIAN KI~ no!

Ruby Kirk: MY REDEMPTION! MY REDEMPTION!

The superkick connects and Striker falls like a stone with *maybe* 3 seconds left and ESJ scrambles!

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THREE!

DING DING DING!!!

Ruby Kirk: HE DID IT! Erick St. John just DID IT!!

Mari Moon: The winner of this match, and the NEW Pride of 1WM Champion... ERRRRICK SSSAINT JOOOHHHN!

ESJ's music is playing, but he can't believe it as he is handed his newly won title belt while the Ann Arbor crowd goes BERSERK for him!

Ruby Kirk: WHAT A MAIN EVENT, MARCI! ONEDUB HAS A NEW PRIDE CHAMPION! Look how elated ESJ is, and listen to this crowd!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Hang on just a second....

Mari Moon: The referee and timekeeper have both just informed me that due to the pin falling at thirty minutes and one second, the final fall of Erick St John's….does not count.

ESJ looks crestfallen and the fans BOOOOOOOOOO as Jacob Striker angily screams at the referee to get him his title back now!

Mari Moon: Therefore, this match has been declared a draw which the championship cannot change hands on.

Erick nods sadly and hands the belt back to the referee, who hands it back to Striker.

Mari Moon: Due to this factor, STILL your Pride of 1WM champion, JACOB SSSSSTRIKER!

The crowd BOOO Jake as he arrogantly holds the title aloft once more. ESJ shakes his head sadly and walks backstage as Striker's music hits.

Ruby Kirk: That is SO much CRAP, Marci D'Abruzzo!

Marci D'Abruzzo: Yo, time don't give a damn what you think, Ruby Kirk! Great main event, and that's really all we've got time for tonight. We'll be seeing y'all on the thirtieth when One Wrestle invades Manchester England!

The 1WM logo flashes up on the screen as once again, Glory fades out on a ropable crowd.