Post by Legal Department on May 2, 2021 11:02:03 GMT -8
Griffin is sitting on his Black Corvette outside the arena, dressed in black jeans and a Metallica "Ride The Lightning" T-Shirt. He thinks for a while as the camera slowly comes over to him.
Griffin Hawkins: Obsession...we all have one. Some of it is money...some of it is fame. Some people get so lost in the darkness because they allow their obsession to overcome them. I was warned long ago...don't be a slave to your obsessions. Some of my detractors would say that I am obsessed with the Kartel. Am I?...I don't think so. But I can see why many would feel that way seeing as we've crossed paths many times. But why am I waging war against them? It's simple. I came to this company because I wanted to prove to the world that I am the best in the world today. There are many people I want to challenge like Dustin Holt, Erick St.John, Arley Kirk and others....but in the heart of this company is a sad, bitter old man who refuses to accept that things have changed since his day. He has the audacity to refer to this generation of talent as "children." But that's rich coming from a guy who surrounds himself with young talent who act childish every day of the week..I guess it's only okay when they are kissing his ass up and down the company. Solomon Monster is nothing more than a parasite..an old man so broken down that he needs to surround himself with young athletes he can live vicariously through. Without The Headhunters, Bodhi Bose, and Noelle Jansen to hold him up, he's a past his prime has been who is nothing but jealous of the talent of today. Two of his little lapdogs are gunning for me, and to send a message to him, myself and my mystery partner are gonna have to take them down.
He looks straight at the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: Noelle Jansen...how's the knee? Still hurts? I hope not, because it would be a shame to recover...only for something to happen to the other one. I should commend you...you made your debut in grand style by laying me out. Sad part is...you had to do it from behind. You had to wait until my attention was diverted when you choked me with a Steel Chain. Course...the tables had turned on the last Glory...with one whack of your leg courtesy of my Nightstick, I had you on the ground curling in a fetal position writhing in pain. Course the Headhunters and Solomon had the nerve to spew their venom at me for such a cowardly attack...well, that's funny, because isn't that what you did to me? In fact, isn't that what the Kartel had been doing to the entire roster? Anyone they see as a threat, they target them and jump them from behind like cowards. Course, when it happens to them, suddenly we're the bad guys. Usually...I don't use these kind of tactics Noelle, but someone had to give you a dose of your own medicine. You cost me the World Title..a shot that I've worked hard to earn. You did the dirty work of Solomon who clearly doesn't have the balls to come after me all by himself. Did you really think I was gonna let that go? Did you think I was going to let you get away with it? Nah...I think you got it confused. You took away something important from me...so I had to make you suffer.
A smile comes across his face as he kicks up on the car.
Griffin Hawkins: Now..I could've come after you in the Locker Room..but we know how the Kartel operates. They are like a hornet's nest. You mess with one, you get them all. I had to get them away from you. So I decided to make a challenge to those two dumbasses Eric and Dexter Calloway. A parking lot street fight, just me...against them. Now normally, a smart person would ask...it's two on one in a parking lot, don't you think he's up to something? But the word smart isn't in The Headhunters' vocabulary. And just as predicted...they took the bait. They were sitting around in the parking lot with their thumbs up their asses..waiting for me to show myself. But what I did was throw down one last piece of cheese to catch two big fat rats. They heard your wails of pain, and as predicted, here comes the rats to get the cheese. But just when they thought they were in the clear, here comes the Cat in the form of Symphony of Destruction. The three of us set the trap, and you all bought it hook line and sinker. Me, I got my revenge on you for screwing me out of the gold. So you want to cost me the World Heavyweight Title? You better be prepared to pay the ultimate price. Glory 11 was just a small taste of what I'm capable of. Tonight...I'm gonna finish what I started. And this time, the Headhunters aren't gonna save you.
He smooths his hand through his long hair before continuing on.
Griffin Hawkins: You say that even though you cost me the title...we still have an issue. Honestly, I don't know what that issue is. It seems you're the one who had an issue with me Until you debuted, I had no idea who you were. If you had a problem...any kind of problem with me, you could've found me in my locker room and we could've settled it like professionals. But instead, you chose the way of the coward and decided to jump me from behind. That right there tells me...that you're not all that confident in yourself. You come off as Lucha Royalty...yet you're stuck following the orders of Solomon. You don't got the lady balls to stand on your own...so you decide to join a group of underachievers who overcompensate for their lack of accomplishments and skills by jumping people from behind like cowards and bragging about it on Social Media. This time, there will be no more sneak attacks. This time...you're gonna see me coming. You need to realize that's easy to jump on me...but it's a hell of a lot harder to jump off.
He cracks his knuckles in anticipation.
Griffin Hawkins: You don't know me at all Noelle...none of the Kartel do. If you did know me, you'd know that it's gonna take more than a steel chain to keep me down. If you knew me, you'd know that I gave 15 years of my life to this sport...and I've faced people who would make you shit yourself if you even got in their faces like you're trying to do with me. You think that you intimidate me? Bitch, I've seen intimidation in life...and you are NOWHERE close to it. Ooooh..you're gonna make me bleed. Do you think that scares me? I won the World Heavyweight Title in a Hell In A Cell Match with a busted up body and blood pouring from my head...is that the best threat you can send my way? More importantly, what are you gonna do when my mystery partner gets a hold of you? Your time is almost up Noelle..tonight we're gonna welcome you into 1WM with style.
He steps off the car.
Griffin Hawkins: And then we have Bodhi Bose.....now this is a guy who needs to be bitch slapped for sure. A young upstart rookie who thinks he is the be all end all of the One Wrestle Movement itself..yet has done absolutely nothing to prove it. As of late, he has been failing to represent the Kartel. He had a chance to bring gold to the crew...and he lost. But if you ask him...it didn't happen. In fact...he shit the bed so hard in his debut, he claims that he didn't lose...as if that match never happened. If that's how this fucking clown handles a loss, then he is not going to last long.
He laughs a bit, shaking his head.
Griffin Hawkins: Bodhi...oh man are you a sight. You talk about yourself on Twitter as if you're the next big superstar. You say they "hired you for ratings" when in reality you did what everyone else did and signed a contract and they stuck you in the opening match only for you to lose. It seems every time someone calls you on yours shit, you become the world's biggest martyr and act as if they are the bad people...not you. That tells me that you're insecure and you need somebody to pat you on the head and tell you you're doing a good job. That also tells me that you're cracking under pressure...because other than that tag match, you haven't really done anything or won any matches on your own. The last time we saw you...you were tapping out to William James Cordova. But let me guess...that never happened either. Okay...
He puts his hands in his pockets as he paces a little.
Griffin Hawkins: Do you want to know why nobody here respects you Bodhi? It's not because they are jealous like you would probably tell us. It's because you are a spoiled child who throws a tantrum anytime you don't get what you want. The minute you get some kind of win on your end whether you earn it or not, you race right to twitter and brag about it. But when you so much as lose...you blame everybody else. It's never your fault and there's always an excuse. Hell, you got so angry at me you tried to get a Cancel Griffin Hawkins hashtag going. Like...really man? Cancel culture? Are you gonna go on Tik Tok next to tell the world how much of a bad guy I am just because I won't kiss your ass? Here's the reality man..you can throw all the hashtags you want at me, you can do all the online twitter polls about me, you can throw at me all the lame piss lord insults that's funny only to you, you can do whatever you want as you sit in your safe space. But when that bell rings, all the hashtags and all the sad schoolyard insults aren't gonna save you when me and my tag partner beat the living shit out of you.
He stops to look straight at the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: Some weeks ago you said that you would give people a reason to cheer for you. Now, why would they cheer for you Bodhi? Because you're just another castrated puppet for Solomon? Should they cheer you because you claim to be this good guy when you're far from that? In your little rant from Glory 10, you were running down everyone...but in reality, you'd much rather tear down me and others because that's a lot easier than tearing down yourself. You hate me, but you hate yourself even more. When you called me a narcissistic sociopath, did you really mean me?....or yourself? A man who projects that much venom onto somebody obviously has something to hide..something they don't want to see come to light. I've seen many like you in and out of this sport. Their existence is so miserable that they have to lash out at others just to feel better about themselves. All of it is gonna come to light. Me and my mystery partner are gonna expose you to the world for what you really are...a pathetic flawed scared little boy who has all the talent in the world...but ultimately...no balls.
He smiles before taking his hands out of his pockets.
Griffin Hawkins: ...but that leaves the question, just who is my mystery partner? Will he..or she..make for a formidable partner as we take on the Kartel? Well, there's only one way to find out ladies and gentlemen...stay tuned.
He winks at the camera before walking out of view. We head back to the arena for the start of the show.
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY SIXTEEN “ONE NIGHT IN MANCHESTER”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: So before you go into your diatribe, everyone, including myself, wants to know is the Antichamber structurally sound? Did it pass the safety tests?
Taj: Of course it did, America. We wouldn’t be on the air if it hadn’t.
America: We’re calling this “One Night in Manchester” but it actually seems like two nights!
Taj: Be that as it may…
Suddenly “Marionette” begins to play over the speakers and the crowd in Manchester immediately begins to buzz. Jenn Drew walks out from behind the curtain and the crowd absolutely erupts for her. This reaction is definitely one sided and it’s definitely pro Jenn. Jenn stands there for a moment, just soaking it all in with a massive smile on her face.
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome at this time, Manchester’s own, and your One Wrestle Movement World Heavyweight Champion, “The Rebel Queen” Jenn Drew!
Taj: Well it looks as if our new World Heavyweight Champion has a few words for us.
Jenn makes her way down the ramp, confident as ever with a smirk on her face. She walks around the ring, stopping for a moment to give a young girl in the crowd a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before sliding into the ring. She stands on the top rope and unhooks the championship from around her waist and holds it high into the air as the crowd continues to show their support for the hometown girl. Jenn hops off the turnbuckle and asks for a microphone as her music cuts out.
Jenn Drew: Home, sweet, home. It feels good to be back here in Manchester in front of my people. Seeing family and friends. I’m looking right at you little Katherine.
The camera shows the young girl Jenn hugged earlier with a huge smile on her face.
Jenn Drew: Nobody thought I was ever going to be where I am right now, at the top of the mountain. Nobody thought I’d be able to be standing here today as the One Wrestle Champion, but here I am, holding the top title in this business. This championship, it means I’m the best. It means I’m the one to beat around here. I was excited about coming home, title around my waist and having my very first defense of the title right here for all of you in Manchester, but management had other ideas.
The crowd boos at this as Jenn holds out the microphone with a smile on her face.
Jenn Drew: I know, I know. I guess they don’t want the bad, cheating Jenn Drew to be the one getting cheered in her first defense of the title. I guess they don’t think Manchester deserves a One Wrestle Championship match. And that got me to thinking too.
Jenn’s smile turns into a smirk and then a scowl as she scans over the crowd for a moment.
Jenn Drew: Management is right. Manchester doesn’t deserve to see me defend my title here tonight. Hell, Manchester doesn’t even deserve me. Manchester deserves nothing.
The crowd immediately sours on Jenn as they begin to boo her and she just soaks it all in as she turns around in a circle, arms out.
Jenn Drew: I recognize quite a few faces in the crowd tonight. Johnny, my old friend. Where were you when I was getting kicked out of my house and forced to live on the streets? Jaimie, same for you! Manchester has been nothing but hardship and hell for me, so why should I even be proud to say I’m from here. Hell, maybe I’ll just stop for good. You lot don’t deserve any sort of recognition and publicity. You should all be ashamed of yourselves. But don’t fret, the heroes in Arley Kirk and Jacob Striker will save the day against the big bad Seoul Queens later.
Jenn laughs as she continues to scan the crowd a little bit.
Jenn Drew: Well, you can hope in one hand and shit in the other, but that won’t make gold appear. See, we have the former champion and the fluke of a champion facing off against the current champion and the woman who should be the current Pride of One Wrestle Champion, but she keeps getting screwed over. But rest assured people, the good guys, Rei and myself, along with our amazing counsel and manager, Kaede will make everything right when Rei finally gets her fair shot at Striker and the two of us beat the two of them yet again. But for now, I hope you little shits rot in hell and I’ll try not to laugh too hard on the way out of this hell hole.
Jenn drops the microphone and walks out of the ring as the crowd continues to boo her as she walks up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain.
America: You know I really like that chick. It’s just something about her that screams for me to really get behind her.
Taj: Of course you do, America. Of course you do.
Legendary 16 returns and we see 1WM rookie Zena Wright sitting on a table in catering, her legs dangling down over the edge. Next to her standing up is Dexter Calloway, who must have said something crazy because he has Zena cracking up. Zena notices the camera and tells him it'll be a second as she jumps off the table and heads towards it.
Zena Wright: Hold up!
She walks up to the camera, a confiedent smirk on her face.
Zena Wright: Tonight is the night I get to debut inside the One Wrestling ring. It's a damn honor too so I figured I would say a few things to let you all know who I am. I'm Zena Wright, second generation wrestler and an overall bad bitch. I came here to One Wrestling because I saw this roster and I knew it had some top tier talent. It had some people on it that would push me and help me not only improve but also people I could step on while working my way to the top. I'm not going to go easy on anyone and I plan on taking all my opponents down one by one until I have gold around my waist. I don't care how I get a win as long as in the end I have my hand up and my opponent is looking up at the lights or tapping like a bitch.
Zena grinned as Dexter nodded his head with a grin behind her.
Zena Wright: Tonight I got a huge debut. Not only am I wrestling in the UK for the first time but I'm facing someone who has a pretty good reputation. I mean she does seem a bit whiny about her old job and she should probably focus on me more than how some other company shit on her. Because I promise Victoria that if she makes even a split second mistake I will take her down and out for good. Stop worrying about AGW... Nobody gives two fucks about that place anymore. One Wrestling is the place to be because that is where I am now. Get your head on straight girl or else I'm gonna knock it the fuck off.
She stopped for a second, adjusting her long blue hair for a moment before looking back at her new friend behind her.
Zena Wright: I want your best Victoria and if you give me anything less than that I'm going to be pissed off and honey, you don't wanna see me when I am pissed off. I'm looking forward to this Victoria. One on one, no big multiple person match bull, just two ladies showing off their shit in the end. If you are ready for this we could steal the show and let this whole roster know that we are here to run shit. Just don't go ahead and think you are gonna get the win because I ain't gonna let that happen. This is my night, not yours and all you can hope for is getting in some good shots and showing some of your skills. Don't think I'm bullshitting either, Victoria, because Zena is always right.
Zena winks at the camera before turning back to Dexter with a smile. She gives her a slap handshake and the two heads off towards the locker rooms. The camera follows them for a bit, zooming in on Zena's rear for a second before cutting away.
It is a rare sight to see a woman like Victoria Salinas tower over anyone, but her diminutive spit-fire of an opponent, Zena Wright falls just one inch shy of the five foot mark. Zena’s lack of size quickly gives way to her incredible speed as she zips right by Victoria, catching her with a kick to the back of her shin followed by an Enziguri to the head as she spins around! SPLIT LEG MOONSAULT follow up leads to a pin and a 2 count!
Zena back rolls to her feet and rushes right back in as Victoria sits up to deliver a running soccer kick but Victoria flat backs, causing Zena to miss. She catches her by the leg and flips Zena on her back for a quick pin, getting a 1.5 kickout! She keeps firm hold of the leg and flips Zena into an elevated boston crab, but her victim to be whips herself forward before Victoria flips her, rolling onto her back instead and kicking Victoria right in the face!
Taj: Ohhh…
America: That’s going to leave a mark in the morning!
Zena back rolls to her feet, then rushes at Victoria, with a feint at the last second, leaping instead onto the ropes and throwing her hip right into Victoria’s chest, flat-backing her! This is promptly followed by a split leg drop and pin, but kickout at 2.7! Zena rolls to her feet and keeps the pressure on as her foe gets back up, rushing in with THE BLUE PRINT-NO-SPRINGBOARD BUSAIKU KNEE rocks Zena right off her feet in mid jump! Victoria pumps her fist with a wild cry on landing, then rushes to the ropes. It was her turn to keep the pressure on.
A running knee to the face keeps Zena down, followed by a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT and pin! 1-2-NOPE! Shoulder up before the hand can even hit the mat for a three! Victoria gathers the stunned Zena up and hits the STRAIGHT-JACKET NECKBREAKER SLAM (That’s a mouthful!) Holds her for the pin and ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHHRRE-KICKOUT!!! Victoria sits there, looking at her tiny foe with both shock and more than just a wee bit of respect for surviving such a big move.
Taj: You can nothing from either of these two women in this debut match. They are giving it one hundred percent and more!
America: Is that even mathematical possible, Taj?
Taj: You know what I mean, America.
Victoria takes Zena’s arm and goes for a whip but Zena reverses, sending her to the ropes! Victoria comes back leaping up and locking on a Headscissor. Zena manages to surprise her and reverse into an improvised sit-out powerbomb!!! Victoria thrashes on impact, grabbing at her back while Zena back rolls, only stopping to shake a few cobwebs loose in her head. She had narrowly avoided the Unbreakable Victory!
Things continue on with the two now matching each other perfectly in speed. The two women were almost like a blur, dancing and weaving between each other’s strikes, narrowly avoiding one another and the few times grapples were made, escapes would occur, leaving them both at zero until a whip to the ropes by Zena and UNBREAKABLE VICTORY!!!
Taj: This could be it!
America: They’ve been wrestling a long time. They better be aware of the time limit.
Zena falls to her knees crying out in agony as Victoria cranks the arm while using her thighs to compress her foe’s head! The timer ticks down and Zena refuses to tap!
5...4...3...2...1….DING DING DING!!!
Torres: Due to the expiration of the time, the referee has ruled this a time limit draw!
Taj: Zena outlasts the submission and that grants both herself and Victoria a draw result!
America: So both of them lost?
Taj: Neither lost, America.
America: But neither won….so that means they both lost.
The fans are on their feet, cheering the two women as they fall away from one another, utterly spent after such a fast paced, intense match. After a moment, the two are on their feet and while neither are pleased with the result, Victoria offers a fist bump. Smirking, Zena rolls her eyes before stepping out of the ring without giving a fist bump.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIPPP AND TTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEAAAAARRRR!!!!
"Hell to Pay" sounds over the house P/A system and out steps a casually dressed Molly O'Hatherine sporting a black and green skull and crossed hatchets HATCHET CLAN T-shirt, her hooded Ginger Ninja vest, green cargo pants, black hiking boots, and chain wrapped around her wrist and forearm. As the fans cheer, she pumps her fist to the music, headbanging to the beat until finally bursting down to the ring and making a flying leap between the middle and top rope to land for a tuck and roll and a loud, "FAWK YEAAAAHHH!!"
America: Bathroom break.
Taj: Get back here and sit down, America.
Molly hops straight to her feet and pulls a microphone from one of the many pockets on her pants and addresses the crowd as her music cuts.
Molly: MMMAAANNNCCCHHHEEEESSSTTTTEEEERRRRRR!!!
*HUGE CHEAP POP!*
Molly O’Hatherine: LONG TIME NO SEE!! HOW THA' BLOODY FAWK ARE YA'?!!!
Of course the crowd noise is hard to discern but Molly just grins back at them, nodding her head.
Molly O’Hatherine: I've no match, no reason to be here, but here I bloody well am and on me own dime too. So much grand history in this arena, with many UK and international wrestling events in particular being the highlight of it's existence. I had me first sanctioned UK wrestling match here, in this Arena many moons ago and it's a shame I was nae' booked fer this event, but I'll be absolutely, bloody damned if I'm missing an opportunity ta' see all of ye' again. Ya' know me from other events I've done here and all over tha' world, but in case you donnae' know who I am... Tha name's Molly O'Hatherine, Tha' Ginger Ninja, and Den Mother of tha' Hatchet Clan!
She points a finger at the wrestling ring beneath her feet.
Molly O’Hatherine: I stand out here tonight in support of a pair of dear friends and Hatchet Clan family members, tha' Symphony of Destruction! Two women I lobbied for ta' get in tha' main event to tha' tune of over 140k signatures. Alot of people want ta' see them in that main event and tha' only regret I have is that meself and Hirata Dokueki are not in it as well, but alas.... we have ta' give 'em a chance ta' win don't we?
America: She’s really delusional to keep thinking her petition got Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach inserted into the Antichamber match.
Taj: Sometimes it's better to allow people to believe what they will in order to keep down the drama.
The Ginger Ninja shoots an impish grin at the camera followed by a little laugh.
Molly O’Hatherine: Half jokes aside, no... I ne'er told anyone tha' importance of this place ta' me because I'd rather have gotten here because those in power think I'm valuable and not out of a cheap plot thread. I'd rather just show ye' by bein' here.
Molly casts her gaze towards the nearest camera.
Molly O’Hatherine: Oh and [redacted], be thankful I'm not in tha' ring with tha' two of ye' even though I'm sure that by tha' time Ursula and Coda are done with tha' ya both that ye'd still be left layin' in a pool of yer own piss and blood, broken and twitchin' because that's what tha' pair of ye' deserve. I mean if yer both so scared of me that ya' blocked me on social media and yer boss wonnae' even lift a finger ta' argue back against any of tha' claims I'm makin' fer him, then well... what hope in hell do ye' have against four other teams and tha' Symphony of Destruction, all will people taller and perhaps meaner in some ways than meself? I mean no accountin' fer brains, ya' signed a waver before tha' match that precludes tha' company paying fer yer injuries. Yer soooooo bloody well fawked, lads.
The 1.6 meter tall Scotswoman smirks, looking away from the camera.
Molly O’Hatherine: But I be done pining for a fight that'll ne'er come from two fawkwits who lack tha' fortitude ta' face me so I'll focus on other challenges within 1WM. Let tha' fannies hang ta' dry until they come 'round. There's no shortage of injustice or challenge here in 1WM and while tha' Poison Dragon isn't here tonight due to a personal matter she's attendin' to, I'm sure she won't mind me speakin' on her behalf and sayin' that we of tha' Hatchet Clan are looking forward ta' facing tha real competitors of this company. Others will pluck chicken feathers just as well as we.
Her gaze shoots back out to the crowd.
Molly O’Hatherine: We're not booked and e'eryone is in tha' back wantin' ta' save themselves up for their matches, so I doubt anyone would wanna' have a round with me in this ring. I donnae' blame them fer I wouldnae' leave much left for their competition tonight. Instead, I'll sit back and enjoy tha' show with tha' rest of ye' lovely people, but I wonnae' be far if anyone decides they wanna' have a go with Tha' Ginger Ninja, Molly O'Hatherine. I'M HERE AAAALLL FAWKIN' NIGHT!!!!!
With that, Molly spins the microphone in her hand, tucks it in her belt loop, and exits the ring.
Meera Katze: What’s up all you girls and gays. My guest at this time is one of the newest signees of 1WM. He’s already created some buzz around himself on social channels, thought not as much as buzz as I’ve created here backstage. He’ll be making his in-ring debut live tonight...Vance Isaac Parker.
The camera pans back to reveal the tall, skinny former reality television star, with his short almost bleach blonde hair stepping into the frame. Vance...or VIP as he was dubbed for short, was dressed in a pair of black track pants with a double pinstripe along the pant legs, black elbow pads, and a grey tank top.
Meera Katze: So sis... you signed officially with the company a few days before Glory 11, which did anyone even watch that? We even saw you for a couple minutes with another bish. But now you're here tonight for a match… which is also your first match in front of a crowd? Can you elaborate on the emotions you're experiencing right now? Are you shaking in your boots sis? On a scale of one to ten, how nervous are you? Are you going to be like every other newb that has not so gracefully come and gone? The people want to know.
Vance Issac Parker: To be honest, Meera, I've been acting all my life, so no, I'm not nervous at all. I may have never wrestled in front of a crowd before, but I've been taking private lessons for almost a year before I inked this deal. Though I fully admit that as a fan of this sport, what happens in practice is not the same as what I should expect on television, especially when my opponent is someone like Tiffany Page.
Meera Katze: Yea, she is also making her debut here tonight. Sis was officially signed mere hours ahead of your confirmation. And she's got more, A LOT more, live crowd experience than you. So sis has the edge. Does that make you more nervous?
Vance Issac Parker: ...A little, sure. Understandably so, but mostly because of her attitude. She doesn't like me, and she's got this chip on her shoulder about her upbringing and this false sense of self-importance to this company. It's almost like she believes that she's doing One Wrestle a favor by being here...everyone is entitled to their own opinions I suppose. No matter how wrong or deluded they may be.
Meera Katze: So it's safe to say there's no love lost between the two of you tonight? Y’all like a couple of other queens I know.
Vance Issac Parker: Have you seen the promotion we've done on social media to lead up to this match? I'd say your assessment is an understatement. But, I've got a job to do, and if the company feels this is the best way to introduce me to the One Wrestle…
VIP takes a step back, then slowly points at Meera, and around her, finishing on the general area where the crowd would be seated.
Vance Issac Parker: ...You, you, you.......YOOOUUUUNIVERSE;
America: Oh, yuck...did this guy really just try to introduce a tagline?
Taj: I kind of like it. It's catchy.
America: Of course you would.
Meera grossly rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but quickly regains her composure for her guest.
Vance Issac Parker: Then that is what I will do. Hopefully we can go out there, entertain some people, and after this encounter we can go our separate ways…
Meera Katze: Is that really what you want? Sounds a bit… boring. Others be out here wanting to make impacts.
Vance Issac Parker: I think it's what we both want.
Meera Katze: Yeah, sounds boring. Things aren’t that easy. Vance, one more question. You mentioned you've been acting all your life, and I believe one of your biggest roles was on The Bachelorette -
Vance Issac Parker: That's correct.
Meera Katze: Then what inspired you to make the jump to professional wrestling from reality television? Most athletes use wrestling to go forward to become a movie star that makes millions of dollars in a year. So, why backtrack?
Vance Issac Parker: I've been a fan all my life. Well, since I was about eight years old and saw my first match. This guy, he was such a smooth talker, called himself the most electrifying of all the wrestlers, right? After that I just wanted to watch more and more, and then I just decided that I believed I could do it too. Maybe I won't be so electrifying...but if I don't try, then I'll never succeed.
Meera Katze: That's so heart-warming. Literally a fan following a dream…
VIP starts to blush, then turns away, not getting the sarcasm in Meera’s voice.
Vance Issac Parker: If you don't mind, I need to finish preparing. My match is starting soon, after all.
Meera Katz: Sure, sure. Ladies and gentlemen, that was Vance Isaac Parker, a testament to dreams coming tru -
Vance Issac Parker (off-screen): And one more thing, I just want to say............Autocarrot.
Meera Katze: The hell you say?
Vance Issac Parker: ...It's a locker room joke. Thanks for the welcome, Meera.
Tiffany and Vance start circling each other in the ring. Just Vance moves forward towards Tiffany, Tiffany sticks her upper body through the top and middle ropes. The referee steps in front of a frustrated Vance as Tiffany yells “Shoo!” at Vance.
Taj: Vance can’t get flustered out there because that could lead to a mistake.
America:You think?
Tiffany comes back into the ring and starts taunting Vance. As she taunts Vance she walks up to him in the middle of the ring and slaps Vance across the face. Vance looks back at Tiffany with his eyes wide open. Tiffany turns and starts to run away from Vance. Vance starts to chase after Tiffany. Tiffany slides out of the ring and Vance follows her out of the ring. Tiffany starts to run around the ring as Vance gives chase. Tiffany slides back into the ring and stands up as Vance slides back into the ring. Tiffany begins to stomp Vance and then delivers an elbow to the back of Vance’s head. Tiffany gets back up to the feet and kicks Vance in his ribs.
America: Smart move by Tiffany.
Taj: Tiffany’s experience in the ring clearly worked to her advantage there.
Tiffany grabs Vance by the hair and stands him up. Tiffany backs up and measures Vance then delivers a superkick to Vance. Vance falls back and bounces off the ropes. Vance falls towards Tiffany who catches him and sets him up for a suplex. Tiffany goes to lift Vance into the air but Vance blocks the suplex. Tiffany attempts to lift Vance again and delivers a snap suplex. Tiffany goes for a cover.
One...
Two...Kick Out by Vance!
Taj: So close for Tiffany.
Tiffany starts yelling at the referee as Vance pulls himself up. Tiffany turns around and Vance delivers a clothesline. Tiffany falls to the mat and rolls over to the ropes. Tiffany starts pulling herself up with the help of the ropes. Vance charges at Tiffany again and delivers another clothesline. Tiffany falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Vance follows her out of the ring and Tiffany quickly slides back into the ring. Vance slides back into the ring and again Tiffany kicks Vance in the ribs. Again Tiffany goes for another elbow drop but Vance is able to roll out of the way. Vance gets back up to his feet. As Tiffany gets back up her feet Vance delivers a right hand punch to Tiffany square in the face. Tiffany returns with a right hand punch to the face of Vance. Vance hits Tiffany with another right hand. Tiffany attempts to hit Vance with another right hand but Vance blocks it and hits Tiffany with another right hand. Then another right hand that staggers Tiffany. Out of nowhere Vance goes for the Elimination (Step-Up Enzigiri) but Tiffany ducks and rolls Vance up. Tiffany puts her feet on the ropes as the referee starts the count.
One
Two
Three!!!
Torres: The winner of the match….Tiffany Lynn Page!!!
Taj: Tiffany has pulled it off and picks up the win in her debut match.
America: I have to admit that Vance put up a pretty good fight for a rookie. If he gets around the right people I could see him going far in 1WM.
We open up to a view of the hallways in the backstage of the Manchester Arena with the camera trailing behind the frame of “Old School Cool” Don Tirri who made his 1WM debut at Glory 11. The big Finn is wandering around, his eyes darting from place to place.
Don Tirri: Twenty-two fuckin years. That's how long it has been since I was here last. And I swore I’d never show up here again even if I was let in. But here I am. Lot of memories associated with this place. A lot of good ones and one fucking awful one.
Tirri turns to look at the camera, stopping as he does.
Don Tirri: For those who don’t know, I got my first big break in the business over here in the UK. Mainevented shows in this very arena more than once. And made a mess of my career in this arena at the age of 20. I walked down this very hallway and went out of those doors and never came back.
He points towards the end of the hallway which leads to the backdoor to the arena.
Don Tirri: And when I saw that 1WM had booked a show here, I was crossing my fingers I wouldn’t need to make the trip over myself. Because some memories are better left alone. And until Glory 11 went on air I was determined to not come. And then Alexandra Kruise happened.
The big man stops and leans against a wall, lighting up a cigarette as he does so.
Don Tirri: Darlin, I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re messing with… But you just poked your head into a hornets nest. See, thing is. I’m a pretty chill dude. Cranky at times yeah, armed with a weird sense of humor and lack of filter. But for the most part I’m respectful and courteous. But darlin, that stops the SECOND you stick your nose into my business. You say I’m taking YOUR chance at Glory? Darlin, if it was a fight you wanted all you needed to do was ask. We coulda done this the proper way darlin, in that ring. But I guess you’re just another impatient snot-nosed brat who thinks she deserves everything handed on a silver platter… you just made things worse for yourself.
The look on Tirri’s face is an unsettling mixture of anger and contempt as he continues.
Don Tirri: I flew all the way across the fucking ocean to the one place I want nothing to do with just so I can emphasize my point: Watch your fucking back darlin. I’ll be watching as you wrestle Faye tonight. Maybe I’ll return the favor. Maybe I won’t. You’ll never know. But mark my words darlin, paybacks a bitch. Because you chose to take the low road, you’ll be watching over your shoulder everywhere you go. Because the moment your guard drops. The moment you relax and think the danger has passed… I’ll be there. I’ll boot you in the face so hard that your mother won’t recognize her baby girl anymore.
Tirri takes a few deep drags from his cigarette, letting the smoke billow slowly out of his nose before he continues.
Don Tirri: I would’ve liked nothing else but to focus on the Glory Championship tournament. I would’ve liked nothing more than just to be allowed to what I do best, kick ass in that ring. But darlin, there ain’t no way in hell I’ll let this slide. 25 fucking years I’ve been in this business and to this day I have never let ANYONE jump me and not give a receipt. So I reiterate Alexanda Kruise.. Watch your back.
The Finn takes one last drag of his cigarette before flicking the butt at the camera.
Don Tirri: Darlin, you made your bed. Now you gotta lie in it.
The two women stand across the ring, glaring at one another. They both walk to the center of the ring at the referee’s insistence and stand toe to toe, Faye being somewhat stoic as Alexandria seems to be mumbling something inaudibly. Faye goes to strike first, but Alexandria manages to block the hit, holding Faye’s hand forcibly. But Faye quickly turns it back around with a one-handed cartwheel into an arm drag that sends Alexandria across the ring. Both competitors are quick up to their feet, but Faye is just a little bit faster and goes directly after Alexandria, hitting her directly with a knife-edge chop before hoisting her up for a Canadian backbreaker rack. After a few moments, which included Alexandria screaming, Faye drops Alexandria to the mat, gloating as she walks around her fallen opponent. Bending down, Faye yanks Alexandria up by the wrist and Alexandria hits her with a stiff elbow shot to the chest, causing her to stumble back. But Faye answers with a Superman punch before quickly following up by whipping Alexandria off into the corner. Faye measures Alexandria up, looking to hit a big boot to the cornered Alexandria, but Kruise was ready and ducks out of the way, leaving Faye to hang herself up. Alexandria immediately tries rolling her up but only manages to get a count of two.
Taj: These two women are giving it their all in this match so far.
America: (sarcastically) You think they’re in some sort of feud, huh, Taj?
Alexandria wastes no time in wearing down Faye who has gotten up to her knees, bouncing off the ropes for added momentum and hitting her with a running dropkick. She kips back up to her feet before hitting Faye with a cannonball senton. Instead of going for a pin, Alexandria goes to lock in an armbar but she has difficulty locking in Faye’s arm and eventually gives up. Instead, Alexandria gets up to her feet and pulls Faye up to her feet, hitting a swinging neckbreaker as the crowd roars alive. This propels her to start climbing the turnbuckle upon where she perches herself. Taking a look back at Faye to make sure she hasn’t moved, Alexandria then launches herself for Your Medicine ( corkscrew frog splash). But as she comes down, Faye gets her knees up and Alexandria lands abdomen first on them. Alexandria starts clutching at her stomach as Faye locks in Crimson Crush (katahajime)! Alexandria flails around, trying to reach the bottom rope with her feet. But she’s too far to the center of the ring and eventually has no other choice than to tap out.
Torres: Here is your winner by submission…Faye Lange!
America: Holy crap! Is this Faye’s first 1WM win?!
Taj: I’m not sure but this is a pleasant surprise.
The crowd explodes in cheers as Don Tirri stomps his way down the rampway to the ring. Don has all eyes on Alexandria, seeking revenge on her from her actions at Glory Eleven.
Taj: Here comes Don Tirri!
America: Get back is a must!
Alexandria spots him as he hops onto the ring apron. She quickly hightails it out of the other side of the ring before Don steps into the ring. Alexandria bolts threw the crowd as Don beckons her to come back and fight.
The match starts out with both competitors meeting up in the center of the ring with an instantaneous clash. Skye and Andrew trade blows back and forth until Sky fires off a chick kick that rocks Andrew, sending him stumbling backward. Skye charges forward and leaps up to hit a monkey flip, but Andrew holds onto her and manages to turn it around into a back suplex. Both are quickly back up to their feet and Andrew is the first to mount an offense, hitting Skye with a dropkick and then waiting for her to get back up before hitting her with a springboard elbow drop. He quickly follows it up with a tornado DDT before going for the cover in which he gets a count of two before Skye manages to get her shoulder up off the mat. Andrew argues with the referee as Skye uses the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet.
Andrew doesn’t look too happy as she sets Skye up for a snap dragon suplex… even more so when she turns things around and hits him with a tornado arm drag that sends him flying across the ring. She quickly follows it up with a shining wizard and a pin attempt of her own, getting barely a two count. Andrew and Skye brawl on the mat for a few moments before the referee splits them up and they get back to a vertical base. Skye is just a bit quicker than Andrew and whips him off towards the ropes, hitting him with a clothesline as he comes rebounding back towards her. She then stands a bit away from him and waits for him to get back up and come charging at her, ducking a clothesline attempt before hitting him with a knife edge chop that echoes through the arena. Skye then quickly fakes a chick kick before following it up with a super kick to the area of Andrew’s heart, a move she calls Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Torres: Here is your winner… SKYE DEVEREUX!
Taj: Impression win by Skye!
America: I’m surprised Skye and Andrew are even still employed here.
As the camera cuts to the back we can see Justice Cross in her gear and her hair just finished getting done for the show. We can see her just finishing her makeup when she looks into the mirror and notices Bianca Davis walking into the room behind her. Turning around Justice spoke to her.
Justice Cross: You know I figured since you have been blowing my phone up all week I should at least hear what you want for myself. And since you are here I can see you got my message. What is it you want Bianca?
Bianca chuckles in a smug fashion, keeping one of her well manicured hands on her hip.
Bianca Davis: Well, here's the thing Justice; It has more to do with our respective agent than anything. But trust me you are gonna want to hear what I have to say because its gonna turn this damn place on its head.
Bianca says with a small smirk, as she counties.
Bianca Davis: Well since Josh in his words thinks you’re too nice to the meat heads and you need some more bite. He asked me to help you with that, seeing as I am the kind woman I am I figured why not? Because you see we are both much more deserving than the lack of respect we are being given by these morons.
Justice Cross: So this is what you were blowing my phone up about? About not getting the proper respect that you deserve in this company? Let alone in this business? And on top of that you are telling me Josh sent you in here? I get it Bianca. You're frustrated. You want to help me? Fine. But this isn’t a one way street. You see if you help me then I have to help you. I know how this business works. Now I have a question to ask you! Are you more mad that Josh sent you in here to talk to me, or mad that I am his most valuable client, or is it that you are mad you aren’t taken seriously in this company not to mention this business?
BIanca rolls her eyes in disgust as she says in a bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: Well one I can care less what morons like VIP think about me if they don’t know what a threat I am then that is on them. I mean I did win my match last month against Faye who thought she could play at my game. Trust me the lack of respect is gonna stop sooner rather than later. That people waltz in here and get opportunities we should be given, and then we get the scraps from management? Like hello I was in the final three of the number one contenders battle royal and what did I get after that? Nothing, two tag matches, and a match with a rookie.
Bianca said with a hint of venom in her tone.
Bianca Davis: And now I have Damon? Like this is getting embarrassing. I have won gold pretty much everywhere I have been, and now morons think he's gonna wipe the floor with me really? Tonight, we know that is so not gonna happen. But ask yourself how many times you're gonna get passed over for a Pride title shot? See if that makes you frustrated.
Justice Cross: I was supposed to have another chance to get the Pride of 1WM title so yeah it makes me frustrated. In fact it makes me so frustrated I want to break Jacob Strikers face with my fist. But I can see how you are frustrated with things too. You may have Damon this week but honestly you’ve got that in the bag B. So if I let you help me then you have to let me help you. The only way I can help you is if you team up with me. I know that you have not had the best luck in the partner department but trust me I can be good for you. And you’ll become a most valuable client like I am. I mean Josh works for me so I can make anything you want happen. All you have to do is tell me what you want!
Bianca’s frustrated look soon changes and a grin grows on her face as she nods.
Bianca Davis: Yeah Brien Storm, he was good at first but then he just lost it I couldn’t deal you know? So I showed the whole world what happens when you displease Queen B. He outlived his usefulness to me. See use that, don’t play nice with him make him understand what happens when you cross Justice.
Bianca flipped her hair smugly feeling herself.
Bianca Davis: Damon, he's big, and strong that is true, bigger than me for sure. But here is the thing Wrestling isn’t just about physical strength it's about the mental game and honey when it comes to that I am always on point. He will see, along with these fugly disgusting English tea sipping morons in the arena tonight.
Justice Cross: You may have Damon this week but I have some second rate moron this week named Nicole. I’m not too worried about it because I have the match in the bag. I think you and I need to talk some more. Perhaps down in a sky box that has the best food imaginable in it. Trust me it gets set up for me every show! We can help each other B. What do you say?
Bianca smirks nodding her head as she says.
Bianca Davis: Now that is something I am quite used to myself see outside of circus freaks that inhabit this business the name Bianca Davis is one of the hottest. Oh, Ugcole? I wouldn’t worry to much about that freak. But, as far as the skybox goes I am can dig it girl.
Justice sets her makeup brush down and then the two begin to walk out of the room as the camera goes back to the ring.
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The match opens up with Terrano and Shaw opening up, as the two tie up with each other. Shaw has the obvious size and weight advantage, as he transitioned her down with a seated armbar, and working on her shoulder early for his signature submission. He would bring his elbow down on her shoulder again, wrenching back, until Isabella stands up enough to transition him over with a snapmare. Terrano would favor her right arm a bit, before she kicked him in the back and runs to the ropes and connected with a blockbuster while he is seated. Confidently, she would tag Viola in, as they both lift Shaw up, and whip him to the ropes. Both go for a double back body drop, however, Shaw stopped in time, and drives them both into the mat with simultaneous DDTs.
Shaw would drag Viola over, as Isabella rolled out of the ring. He tagged in Hunter, as Shaw lifted Viola up as Hunter delivered a running high knee to Viola's head before Shaw dropped her and exited.
Hunter would lock her in a grounded sleeper hold, determined to choke her out, as Viola clawed at his forearm. Hunter would lift her up, before transitioning her into a half and half suplex, as he goes for a cover, but Viola kicked out at 2. Hunter would club Viola's back as she is getting up, setting her up for more damage, as he sets her up for the Haunting DDT and planted her with it. He gripped her by the hair and tagged in Steele, holding her in place as Steele hits Mancini with a vicious roundhouse to the face.
Taj: Alot of action to keep up with.
America: I mean, it is a six person tag match, Taj.
Steele goes for a pin, but Morricone breaks up the pin. Meanwhile, outside of the ring, we see Isabella sneak up behind Priscilla with the Fibre Wire to attack her and distract Kevin Hunter, as he would immediately rush to her, as Steele was also distracted as well. Viola would use this to hit Steele with a high angle back suplex, as she tagged in Morricone. Camilla rushed in with a running chop block as Steele stood up, immediately going for his leg. Outside, Viola would go out to save Isabella from the two on one beating she was taking from Hunter and Shaw, leaving Morricone and Steele in the ring. She goes for a brainbuster, but, Steele would counter into a standing neckbreaker. Morricone would crawl to her corner, as she lights a cigar and takes a puff while the referee was focused on the bedlam outside. Steele grabbed Camilla's hair, picking her up, but, she turned around to burn his cheek with the lit stogie which makes him scream in pain. She then tossed the cigar outside and quickly hits him with an Even Flow DDT while placing her feet on the bottom rope as the ref slides in to count the pin.
One...
Two...
THREE!
With the bell ringing, and the Syndicate counted victorious, the Reapers pour into the ring as they all begin to brawl with each other.
Taj: And this has gone into total pandemonium! The Syndicate stole the win, but, the Reapers are making them pay!
America: It was their fault for bringing her around! What a smart move by the Syndicate!
Kevin Hunter and Michael Shaw are beating Camilla and Isabella toward the back, meanwhile Viola managed to hide away, as she emerges to punish Steele. She stomped away at his elbows and knees, prepping him for the concrete stiletto, however another woman in leather emerged with a pool cue in hand. She climbs over the barricade while Viola begins to run back as she gets in the way while Viola stopped in her tracks and falls back to scamper away.
Taj: Who in the world is this woman and why is she helping the Reapers?
America: That's not just some random person, Taj! That's Janica Jayden! It's Viola's old tag partner from OATH who she betrayed!
Janica would crack Viola hard over the head with her pool cue, laying her out easily. She would then raise it up, prepping for more damage until security rush out to separate the two, as we fade to the backstage.
The cameras cut to the backstage area where Adrian Lancaster is standing in between her clients Bradley Alford and Tom Torch. Tom is busy rubbing his hands together as Bradley is bouncing back and forth. Adrian can be seen holding a microphone in her hand as she gets the signal from the cameraman.
Adrian Lancaster: Good evening, what a night it is shaping up to be here in Manchester? Later tonight, the Dog Pound will get an opportunity at the tag team titles in what is called an Antichamber match. Tom, are you nervous about this match?
Tom laughs at the stupid question.
Tom Torch: Nervous, are you fucking kidding me right now? I am salivating at the fact that I can be more ruthless than normal. These tag teams in this match have no idea what is coming towards them. One team has been ducking us for weeks and now we will get our hands around their damn necks. Yeah, I am talking about those wanna be hood rats representing a group filled with morons and idiots. Before we stepped foot in this company, they did nothing but sat at catering. The moment we waltz into the company, that's when they want to make their presence felt. I find that hilarious.
Bradley nods his head while grabbing for the microphone.
Bradley Alford: There are more teams in this match that have been on our radar. Let's take the tag team we beat in the middle of the ring before their so called title match. I pinned one of them in the middle of the ring and yet they continue to act like the best tag team. I'm sorry but when we beat you cleanly. That notion you made went null and void. Now look, we are in a tag team title match. That is how you make an impact. We didn't need to talk out of our asses. We just continued to kick ass. That's exactly what we will do tonight. The Dog Pound will be the next tag team champions.
Tom Torch fist bumps Bradley as they walk out of the shot. Adrian smiles wide while looking at the camera.
Adrian Lancaster: I told you to keep your eyes focused on the Dog Pound. Why? Because we are the group that will soon be taking over OWM. It's only a matter of time.
Adrian tells the cameraman to cut as she just walks out of the shot.
Damon doesn’t look too pleased as he sees Bianca across the ring from him with her executive representative Joshua Samson, Esquire AND Justice Cross. But that quickly changes when Bianca comes charging towards him, the other two quickly getting out of the ring, grabbing two fistfuls of his hair and yanking backward with all her might for a hair pull backbreaker. Damon gets back up to his feet only to be met with an eye rake before Bianca hits him with a running bulldog. She goes for a cover and just gets a one count before Damon kicks out. She pulls him back to his feet… or at least tries to but he uses his weight advantage and pulls her down, quickly locking in a Boston crab. He keeps the hold locked in for a few moments, all while Bianca is screaming out in pain as she reaches out towards the ropes for her executive representative who is at ringside.
Taj: I’m surprised that Joshua Samson is out here tonight. It’s been quite a long time since he’s been at ringside with Bianca.
America: What are you trying to say, Taj? Joshua Samson, Esquire is a very business executive representative. He doesn’t have to time constantly escort his clients to the ring.
Damon eventually releases the hold on Bianca and yanks her up to her feet by her wrist, whipping her off into the corner before hitting a face wash on Bianca who seems dazed in the corner. Justice Cross tries intervening on Bianca’s behalf, but she’s taken out with a forearm smash! Damon pulls Bianca up to her feet again and lifts her up above his head with a military press. She tries to squirm her way out of it but is unable to and is instead sent crashing into the mat. Damon stands back and stalks his prey who is slowly getting up to her feet using the ropes but his attention is quickly diverted when Joshua Samson hops up onto the apron and starts a heated conversation with the referee about the actions towards Justice by Damon. This distraction allows Justice to slide back into the ring, help Bianca the rest of the way to her feet before the two women boot him in the stomach and then hit him with a double snap suplex! Justice quickly exits the ring.
Taj: No, no!
Samson sees this and retreats from the apron, allowing the referee to turn around just in time to see Bianca hit Damon with Coronation (shining wizard)! She smugly goes for the cover.
Torres: Here is your winner…. BIANCA DAVIS!
Taj: Bianca cheated to win!
America: It’s only cheating if you get caught. Remember that, Taj.
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As Legendary 16 cuts backstage, we see the shared women’s locker room where Justice has returned and is just finishing smoothing her hair flyaways down. Once that’s done, she reaches into her bag, grabbing some hair spray to set her hair, then tosses it back into her bag while the other girls on the show go about their own business. After a moment, she’s approached by one of her co-workers with a cute white “ITZY” kpop t-shirt over a sleek blue, white, and red Union Jack flag variation of her ring gear.
Coda: Justice.
Justice Cross: What do you want?
The woman who would step into the antichamber in the main event tonight smiles gently from behind her face mask and idly fiddles with the strap on her forearm guard while she responds.
Coda: You said you wanted me to meet you face to face, yes?
Justice Cross: Yeah, I said I would meet you face to face! And I told you if you had something to say, you can come say it to my face. I’m not that hard to get along with. Now, what is it I can help you with?
Coda: You allowed Joshua to dictate your fate with Southern Rebellion Wrestling. You will allow him to ruin your One Wrestling Movement opportunities as well?
Despite Coda’s words, Coda sounds kind and understanding without a hint of hostility.
Justice Cross: First of all, I can assure you I spoke to Joshua about what took place. I mean, he works for me, right? But as for letting him dictate what my fate in Southern Rebellion Wrestling was, that is something I did not do. He chose to make those statements on his own much like Mel chose to make those statements on her own. And as far as him ruining my One Wrestle Movement opportunities, I’m not quite sure what you are getting at there. I’ve had a Pride of 1WM title shot, have I not?
Coda chuckles, tilting her head slightly as she looks back at her frienemy with a cold, analytical expression.
Coda: You could have told him to stop when it happened. You could have stayed with the company and fought Ursula regardless. You did not. Therefore, I come to the conclusion you are weak. You bent to someone else’s will, and this is disappointing.
Justice Cross: You’re absolutely right. I should have stopped Joshua, and I should have said something to him. I probably should have stayed and faced Ursula, but the fact is that I didn’t, and nothing can change that. However, being how I went through hell with my triple threat match a few weeks ago, I can most certainly assure you that I am not a weak person. Second of all, I don’t bend to someone else’s will. So if you’re disappointed, step in line, sweetheart, because there are plenty in front of you that I disappointed.
Coda: That—
Justice interrupts Coda’s rebuttal, grabbing her by the tank top and throwing her into a locker! As Coda staggers back to her feet, Justice took her hairspray out of her bag. Grabbing the fan-favorite Korean-American by the brown hair, Cross aerosol sprays the other woman in the eyes! Coda reels, knocked down to the tiled floor in front of everyone in the women’s locker room. Justice continues to strike with stops to the lower back of the writhing tag team specialist, fire in her eyes as she grabs some nearby makeup, spearing it all over Coda’s face before tossing it down to the ground! Justice tilts her head, then hits her Lights Out jumping cutter finisher onto the solid tiled floor the moment Coda’s back to her feet! With callous dismissal, Justice bends down and whispers into her colleague’s ear.
Justice Cross: You almost made me late for my match, but tell me something, Coda… Do I disappoint you now?
Standing up, Justice looks at the other girls, then walks out of the room with a sadistic smile. On the other hand, Coda thrashes in pain on the ground with her hand on her lower back. EMTs rush to her side after someone calls for help. Ursula Von Rossbach enters the room and sees her partner on the floor, her gaze narrowing as she looks immediately after a quickly exiting Justice. Her head lowers, fists clench, and feet go into motion as she heads after the woman with murderous intentions in her eyes.
Out in the hallway, Justice walks with a confident stride to Gorilla position, a smug smirk upon her face. The smirk is suddenly dispelled with shock and horror as she finds herself violently rammed into a brick wall by the side of her head via a gloved hand. Ursula had caught up with her with surprising speed.
Justice attempts to rally but Ursula’s knee finds the side of her head yet again, standing her up and slumping her against the wall. The Lady Terminator tears into her with violent left and right hand strikes, beating her down viciously in the hallway while everyone stares on with shock and horror written on their faces. It ends with a brutal headbutt possibly breaking Justice’s nose and sending her to the floor, blood spattered upon Ursula’s face from the impact.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Touch those I care about again, child. I will end you.
She then cooly turns and walks away, unconcerned for the consequences that may befall her actions. Justice sits there blinking, her eyes slightly glazed as she fights to form words and sentences for several seconds before medical help and security rush to her aid, albeit a bit late.
Taj: I’m surprised Justice is able to compete in this match after the cowardly attack on her by Ursula Von Rossbach. What has gotten into Ursula?
America: What has gotten into her?! You mean what’s coming out that has always been there, Taj? Ursula wants to portray the good guy role but everyone knows she’s a bad guy.
The match starts off with both women glaring at each other from across the ring as Taren tells her wife to do her best from a ringside seat as Joshua Samson claps for his client. Nicole smiles and then the two women lock up in the center of the ring. Nicole and Justice (with a bandaged nose) push each other back and forth for a few moments before Justice sticks a leg behind Nicole to trip her up. Nicole crashes to the mat but gets up quickly, instantly going after Justice with a roundhouse kick. But Justice dodges this attempt and instead Nicole skirts around to her back, hitting her with a backstabber! Nicole quickly scrambles for a cover but Justice kicks out at two. Nicole looks visibly frustrated as Taren continues to cheer her on. She pulls Justice up to her feet and quickly locks in an octopus stretch, even going so far as biting the wrist of Justice, forcing her to scream. Nicole eventually releases the hold and Justice scampers away, clutching at her wrist.
Taj: Did Nicole just bite Justice?!
Nicole smirks as she stalks Justice who crawls backward into a corner. Grabbing a handful of hair, Nicole pulls Justice out towards the center of the ring and starts setting her up for The Coronation (fisherman buster). But Justice counters and drives her knee into Nicole’s abdomen a few times unti Nicole releases her. Justice then fires back with a series of forearm smashes that drives Nicole back, the last one leaving her a bit dazed. This allows Justice to scramble quickly to the top of the turnbuckle before leaping off and hitting Nicole with a missile dropkick. Nicole takes a few moments to get to her knees only to be met with a shining wizard. Justice then takes the opportunity to pull Nicole up to her feet before hitting her with Lights Out (jumping cutter)!
Torres: Here is your winner… JUSTICE CROSS!
Joshua looks to the back and beckons. Immediately Bianca runs down the rampway and slides into the ring. She instantly starts to stomp away at the downed Nicole while Justice looks on. Samson instructs Justice to join in but Justice is hesitant.
Taj: This is uncalled for! The match is over and Justice won. Why have Bianca do this?!
America: To prove a point. But the bigger picture is, why isn’t Justice joining in the fun?
Taj: Because she knows this isn’t right!
Officials flood the ring to stomp the mugging. Samson verbally berates Justice while Bianca gives her the dirtiest of looks.
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The camera slowly zooms out from the ice pack at the lower back of Coda while an EMT wipes the Korean-American’s face with dabs of makeup remover. She winches at the touch of the cold cloth against her face, clearly bothered by its texture. After a moment, Ursula comes by to hand her tag team partner a water bottle.
Ursula Von Rossbach: A measure of payback granted, but only a measure. I imagine the fine with the lawsuit from Justice’s manager combined could be quite problematic if I had injured her in a more permanent fashion. I rarely give warnings.
She looks upon her partner, who looks visibly distressed. Her right leg shakes rhythmically while her eyes look down at her boots.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Will you be able to compete tonight?
Coda: Yes.
The answer is emphatic and immediate. The Seoul Samurai looks back at Ursula’s general direction with a look of disbelief, as if almost insulted by the very notion.
Coda: I would not do that to you. We will fight, and we will win!
Ursula’s head lowers a bit, black hair obscuring her features from Coda. She takes in a measured breath before continuing.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Your spirit is strong, but your body has been compromised, dear Coda. You were already suffering a minor injury before this event. Justice aggravated it. If need be, I can fight this match alone. My primary goal is to destroy the Kali Kartel’s numbers at any and all cost.
She looks directly at Coda with a face that is unreadable beyond the faintest hint of glare in her eyes.
Ursula Von Rossbach: There is no shame in choosing your health ahead of the mission.
Coda looks back at Ursula with expressive eyes, pain surging through her body as she forces herself to make eye contact with her caring partner.
Coda: No…
The words aren’t said with strength but a desperate whimper of sadness.
Coda: I cannot be weak... I cannot allow the Headhunters to steal the titles again, nor will I let the least known members of the Dog Pound succeed. The Tag Team Titles deserve respect...
The Pint-Sized Kaiju wipes her nose in her open palm.
Coda: No, I will not surrender to the Connelly Twins who think this will be easy without the qualifications to affirm their theory. The Shinigami Foundation are a couple of easily tearable paper tigers who call themselves the ‘neccessary evils’ of this bout when they are neither neccessary, nor evil. Most of all, I cannot allow the status quo of the Master Sisters to stay champion!’
Ursula Von Rossbach: You overestimate their chances. Opportunists may only win if the opportunity presents itself. If anything, your injuries seem severe enough to give them an opportunity that they would otherwise not have. I mean no disrespect, but you are in visible agony, and I feel pride may be overriding your judgment.
Looking away, she offers a small smirk, showing the first hint of humanity from her the entire night.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Much like I have done already… If this is to be my last night as a professional wrestler, then Ms. Coda, I would rather you be healthy and strong. Someone must avenge the fallen, after all. I doubt it will come to that, but if it does, then it does.
Coda listens carefully to Ursula’s words, then reaches for the icepack behind her. She shoves it aside, her back visibly red, and steps off the seated position of her hospital bed. Now on her feet, EMTs rush to her side in an attempt to get her to stop, but she remains standing. Ursula says nothing, simply watching her rise, hands clasped.
Coda: You might well be capable of defeating five teams in the chamber, but you will not do it alone. I refuse, not out of pride or a foolish notion of obligation, but because I. Will. Fight!
The shorter half of Symphony Of Destruction steps forward, ignoring all the doctor’s words around her.
Coda: You wish to stop me? Go ahead. We will fight.
Ursula rises to her full height from her seat, practically towering over Coda as imposing as ever. She slips her hands behind her back and steps forward.
Ursula Von Rossbach: There will be no fight in this hospital room. If this is what you wish, then so be it. I had hoped that I would have a convenient excuse to spare you from what you shall witness this night, my friend.
Her head lowers, a visible sign of acquiescence. Coda smiles wide behind her face mask.
Coda: You are aware of what happens next, then?
Ursula Von Rossbach: Destruction.
The Lady Terminator’s head lifts, stoic and focused as ever.
Ursula Von Rossbach: We. Will. Fight. They. Will. Fall.
Torres: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
"Wild Child" by W.A.S.P hits as Griffin emerges from the curtain to a positive reaction of cheers. He slowly begins walking down the aisle.
Taj: Okay, the time for speculation is over..because in a matter of moments we are going to find out who Griffin's mystery partner is!
America: Who do you think it might be?
Taj: Well we've heard many rumblings..some say it's gonna be Erick St.John, some say it'll be Lash Donohue, one rumor I heard recently was it'll be his old Tag Partner from HYBRID Wrestling, Stacy Jones!
America: You really think that hippie freak is that clever to pull off a surprise such as that?
Taj: Well he did manage to outsmart Kali Kartel on Glory Eleven...which brought on this match!
America: Whoever his partner is..they better be good. He's got Kali Kartel mad and they want payback on him and whoever is brave enough to team with him. Who knows maybe there is no partner and he's actually gonna do this all by himself?!
Taj: Griffin is not the type who makes promises and doesn't deliver!
Griffin pulls a mic from his back pocket.
Griffin: Okay...the wait is over. The Kartel has run roughshod over this place long enough. Me and my partner aren't gonna allow you two clowns to turn this place into your own personal playground..it's time to take this company back. You won't break me..and you sure as hell won't break....her!
"Whatever It Takes" by Imagine Dragons kicks in and out comes Victoria Salinas from behind the ramp.
Taj: Well this is a surprise! 1WM's newest signee has agreed to be Griffin's tag partner!
America: Is this chick crazy!? It's not enough that she's already competed tonight..but she's making herself a target for Kali Kartel by associating with Griffin! What has this idiot gotten her into?!
Taj: She doesn't look to have a problem with neither of what you said! This woman has held championship gold all over the world and is not afraid of anybody! She's here to stand by Griffin's side!
“Engel” by Rammstein begins to play as Noelle Jansen stomps out, head down. She makes her way halfway down the ramp before stopping. The chorus of Nicki Minaj's "Stupid Hoe" plays for the second time tonight and Zena Wright walks through the curtain with no frills at all. She walks down to the ring and steps in with Noelle by her side.
Taj: What in the world is Zena doing out here alongside Noelle?! We’ve seen her wrestle to a time limit draw with Victoria at the top of the show!
America: What in the hell?! Where is Bodhi?!
Taj: Your guess is as good as mine.
Kali Kartel glare a hole in both of their opponents. Victoria sees Noelle, shouting "You don't scare me bitch, bring it on!" as she takes off her vest. Griffin takes off his leather jacket. Zena looks ready to fight as Noelle can only smirk at the look on both Victoria and Griffin's faces. Victoria and Griffin stand in their corner of the ring and whisper amongst themselves for a moment, seemingly trying to come up with a strategy for the upcoming match.
Taj: It looks like we're about to have Victoria starting things off for her team...
America: And Noelle looks as excited as I've ever seen her about that one!
The referee looks at both Victoria and Noelle to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match before calling for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Victoria steps toward the middle of the ring and pumps her fists into the air in order to hype up the fans, Griffin loudly showing his support from the apron. This seems to annoy Noelle quite a bit as she charges forward and tries to attack Victoria. Salinas leaps into the air, hitting Noelle with a Busaiku knee kick! The fans go wild as Victoria drops on top of Noelle and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: Did...they actually plan on using Noelle's emotions against her?
America: They might have!
Griffin continues to show his support for Victoria from the apron. Victoria grabs Noelle and starts to drag her back up to her feet. She hits Noelle in the mouth with a series of forearm strikes to wear her down. Noelle fights back as soon as she's standing by hitting Victoria in the mouth with an elbow shot that sends her stumbling back. Before Victoria can regain her balance, Noelle steps forward and delivers a few hard kicks to the ribs. The impact of the blows sends Victoria stumbling back. Noelle then grabs Victoria and shoots her across the ring. She waits for Victoria to return on the rebound before leaping into the air and hitting her with a spinning wheel kick! Victoria wisely crawls over toward the ropes and tries to pull herself back up to her feet, Noelle glaring at her and mumbling something under her breath.
Taj: The second that Noelle can really get going in this match, Victoria and Griffin might be in trouble...
America: Maybe. We already saw that Victoria and Griffin are capable of being smart. They just need to...keep being smart. I realize I'm asking for a lot right now.
Noelle grabs Victoria and pulls her in toward the center of the ring. Noelle immediately drives her knee into Victoria's ribs, doubling her over in pain. Noelle then grabs Victoria into position for a Northern Lights suplex, but Victoria is able to spin out of her grasp! Victoria charges forward and blasts Noelle in the mouth with a vicious forearm strike before pulling Noelle in toward her. She sends the groggy wrestler crashing to the mouth with a Russian Leg sweep! The fans show their support for Victoria with a thunderous cheer! Victoria turns toward Zena and gives her hips a shake to annoy the wrestler on the apron. She then bounces off of the ropes and tries to land on Noelle with a senton. Noelle rolls out of the way and causes Victoria to crash into the mat instead! Victoria's eyes go wide in pain before Noelle immediately hits Victoria in the mouth with a hard kick! Noelle then covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: I understand their plan of getting under the skin of their opponents, but...
America: Annoying Zena doesn't help that much when you've got Noelle right in front of you to worry about!
Noelle grabs Victoria's right leg and immediately tries to drop into a knee bar to cause as much pain as possible! Victoria's eyes go wide in pain as she frantically yells out, seeming like she's going to tap in an instant. Perhaps realizing she has another option to escape, however, Victoria pulls herself toward the ropes. Griffin uses his foot to nudge the rope toward Victoria. Victoria stretches out and just barely gets her fingers on it as the referee calls for the break.
America: WHAT THE HELL?! GRIFFIN JUST CHEATED!
Taj: America, didn’t you say earlier that it’s not cheating if you don’t get caught?
America: Quiet, you!
Noelle releases the hold and glares at the referee. Victoria uses the ropes to drag herself back up to her feet. Griffin tags himself into the ring and winks at Noelle, who angrily charges at him. Griffin sidesteps the charge and uses Noelle's momentum to ram her into the ring post! Noelle stumbles back before Griffin rolls her up.
One...
Two...Noelle kicks out!
Noelle angrily pulls herself back up to her feet. Griffin leaps into the air and hits her with a perfectly timed enziguri that sends Noelle crashing to the mat! Noelle pulls herself back up to her feet as Griffin delivers a few chops to the chest!
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Griffin then grabs Noelle and tries to shoot her across the ring, but Noelle reverses the attempt! She leaps into the air and hits Griffin in the mouth with a knee strike that sends Griffin crashing to the mat. Noelle drags Griffin by his hair toward her corner of the ring, tagging Zena into the match. Zena immediately steps into the ring and begins to stomp away on Griffin in the corner, briefly turning to face Victoria. Salinas shrugs her shoulders and winks at Zena, further enraging her causing Zena's stomps to grow more vicious. The referee finally has no choice but to pull Zena away from Griffin.
Taj: It seems like they're going to do the same with Zena as they did with Noelle...
America: Definitely not one of their better ideas…
Zena turns toward Victoria and yells something at her. Victoria simply turns her back toward Zena. Wright yells at her and then tries to refocus her attention on Griffin, who charges forward and hits Zena with a spear! He hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...kick out!
Griffin grabs Zena and tries to drag her back up to her feet. He locks her into a side headlock and begins to apply pressure in hopes of wearing her down. Zena frees herself from Griffin's grasp and trips him up. Before Griffin can drag himself back up to his feet, Zena grabs his hair and SLAMS Griffin's head into the mat! She then tries to lock in a headscissors to get Griffin to quit, but Griffin wisely frees himself from Zena's grasp! He tries to pull himself back up to his feet, but Zena charges and delivers a knee strike that sends Griffin crashing back to the mat. Zena grabs Griffin and tries to wrestle him into position for Wright Off (Omoplata crossface). Zena glances up and notices that Victoria is on the apron, taunting and drawing attention toward herself. Zena releases the hold just a bit as Griffin manages to roll her up again.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: Oh wow, that was close!
Griffin pops back up to his feet and hits Zena in the mouth with a spinning backfist! He then bounces off of the ropes. Zena telegraphs and Griffin responds with a running punt to the head! Zena wisely rolls over to the ropes to pull herself up to her feet as Griffin heads back to his corner to receive a bit of a pep talk from Victoria. Zena reaches her feet. Griffin ignores her and continues to talk to Victoria, who pats her partner good luck. Angrily, Zena tries to charge at Griffin in the corner, but Victoria pulls him out of the way! Zena crashes into the turnbuckle instead! Griffin tries to get her into position for Glam Slam (Michonoku Driver II)!
America: COME ON, REF! DO YOUR JOB!
Finally having enough of the referee ignoring Victoria’s and Griffin's antics, Noelle runs into the ring and blows past the referee, knocking Victoria off of the apron and out onto the floor! Noelle follows her out onto the floor and immediately locks in la danza de la muerte (Gogoplata while locking opponent's legs in cloverleaf)! Victoria taps frantically, but Noelle keeps the hold locked in.
Taj: Noelle seems like she'd had enough of Victoria’s and Griffin's mind games!
America: If Griffin can stay focused, he can win this!
Despite what America said, however, Griffin glances over down at Victoria with concern on his face. Zena uses this opening to escape Griffin's grasp and kicks him in the mouth with a superkick! Griffin crashes to the mat and tries to roll out of the ring to help Victoria---only to have Zena grab him and lock in Wright Off! Griffin struggles in pain but nonetheless is able to grab hold of the ropes! Victoria and Griffin continue to scream in pain.
Taj: Noelle and Zena both seem to be enjoying themselves!
America: Why wouldn’t they be? Just watching that punk Griffin suffer gives me butterflies!
The referee tries to force Zena off of Griffin to break the hold, Griffin somehow keeping his own grip on the ropes. The referee finally has no choice but to call for the disqualification! Zena ignores it and continues to do what she can do to hurt Griffin.
Torres: The winners of this match….Victoria Salinas and Griffin Hawkins!
Taj: Well...I guess Victoria and Griffin technically win the match, but...
America: But really they don't…
Referees flood the ring to pull Noelle and Zena off of their opponents! Griffin and Victoria both show signs of pain as the referees get their opponents off of them. Zena and Noelle look at their opponents in disgust before heading toward the back together.
As Legendary 16 returns Arley is seen on the 1Tron tying up her modified knee high Chuck Taylors and the Manchester fans suddenly go crazy for her, which prompts AK to look up from what she's doing with a huge goofy grin which gets the obvious response.
America: It's no surprise that this mental case isn't the champion anymore, Taj.
Arley Kirk: YUH, Manchester!!
Crowd: YUH, GRRRRL!
Taj: I don't think her connection with the fans has anything to do with it, America. But in the big gold belt division, there was certainly a changing of th..
America: DON'T!
Arley Kirk: Can't wait to get out there tonight with my good buddy Jakey and entertain you rabid fans while we take the Seoul Queens down outta that soap box empire they been building for themselves! Before they slip off and bust their dumb asses!
Arley smirks. The crowd cheer for this as AK quickly finishes tying up her other boot, stands up straight and then continues..
Arley Kirk: Striker and me have a score to settle, y'all. This one gon' be yet another intense tag match which just 'bout fakkin' passes 'em by, and it's only fitting that it's gon' happen in Jenn Drew's back yard!
Manchester give this a mixed reaction, and AK seems to understand this.
Taj: Jenni Drew is the hometown girl, after all.
Arley Kirk: Woah, woah. My peoples. Don't get me wrong. These two are highly intelligent, talented individuals! No question.
Arley gives a cheeky smirk.
Arley Kirk: All's I'm sayin' is. Striker and me? We're smarter. And more skilled. And a heck of a lot more efficient!
Arley paces a little as she chuckles, and this makes Manchester chuckle a bit too.
Arley Kirk:: Hey, now. I'm gonna go ahead and say that Rei Park doesn't deserve to be a frontrunner in the Pride title stake, yo. She DOES deserve it.
AK sighs and looks around before facing the lens once more.
Arley Kirk: Yuh. Y'all know it. You saw it in Vancouver when good ol' JD became the second 1WM World heavyweight champion in history..
Arley smiles. As she had been speaking, the Manchester fans had been growing louder and louder to the point where she had become barely audible over the top of them, but she picks up her entrance jacket and raises an eyebrow as she throws it over her shoulder before continuing.
Arley Kirk: Whether it happened in no small part due to the interference of someone who chose death or not..
Manchester POPS and then they BOOO for a second as they remember the situation.
Arley Kirk: Jenni Drew did it. She did that shiz. She deserves it.
This gets a mixed reaction as Arley pulls on her entrance jacket and grabs her LED wings which gets a small pop in and of itself.
Arley Kirk: What Rei and Jenn don't deserve, however, is to have their hands raised in victory tonight! This is OUR night, y'all. And you two can fight me if you disagree!
Arley smirks once more and shrugs, provoking laugh from the fans.
Arley Kirk: Oh wait! You ARE! And it's coming up soon! Can't wait to see you two again!
Arley does a backflip to her feet and lands with her arms stretched out, the neon pink LED angel wings flickering with their different colored bulbs as the segment closes out and goes back to the commentary desk. The fans in the background are highly excitable.
Taj: Arley wasn't kidding when she says she's rejuvenated! She's got more energy than she knows what to do with, America!
America: Of course she does! Little nitwit drinks way too much juice! Anyway, I'm sick of her. NEXT!
We cut to the backstage area where Zena Wright is standing, still in her gear and a towel on her shoulder. She is on her phone texting someone with a bit of a chuckle when Butterscotch Monroe comes rushing up with a microphone in her hand.
Butterscotch Monroe: Zena! Can I ask you a quick few questions?
Zena lowers her phone, looking at Butterscotch before flipping her hair over her shoulder with a smug smirk.
Zena Wright: Whatcha wanna know? How great does it feel to put on not one but two amazing matches in one night? How I had the most exciting debut night of anyone on the roster? Well girl, I am damn tired and I am very pleased I will have this whole place buzzing tomorrow too.
Butterscotch Monroe: I have to know, are you officially a part of the Kali Kartel now?
Zena Wright: I am an Oakland girl, born and raised. So when some of my new friends asked me if I wanted a chance to be apart of a group that will not only have my back but will elevate my career in a snap, what do you think I am gonna say? You are damn right I signed up. The Headhunters and Noelle reached out to me as soon as I signed and helped me out. I see that is isn’t just a faction but a family. So I am a Kali girl and if people don’t like it they can step up. I showed tonight I can go all night and I am always ready for a fight.
Butterscotch looks like she is about to ask a follow up question but Zena holds her hand up in front of her.
Zena Wright: Look, boo, I love your questions and style and all but I had a long night and I gotta go clean up and enjoy the rest of the show. Maybe next show you can hit me up again if you need a good interview.
Zena winks at Butterscotch before spinning and flipping her hair once more. Zena heads off, looking down at her phone with a grin as Butterscotch looks on. 1WM then fades back to the ring.
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
"Godzilla" by Eminem plays as Solomon Monster marches to the ring to a chorus of jeers from the fans.
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons plays and Q along with her masked beast make their way down to the ring.
Taj: America, this is going to be a rock’em sock’em affair!
America: I definitely agree with you, Taj. Q is no lightweight and of course Solomon brings the pain.
Solomon runs at Q and begins to pound away on her much to the delight of the fans.
Taj: Solomon is wasting no time in getting this match started!
America: You know, considering who he's up against...this wasn't a bad idea at all!
The fans uncharacteristically show their support for Solomon as he continues to try and wear Q down. Solomon shoots Q across the ring and waits for her to return on the rebound, launching her into the air for a back body drop! Q crashes to the mat hard, but nonetheless tries to pull herself back to her feet. Solomon charges, only to eat a boot to the face! The impact sends Solomon stumbling back. Q charges and delivers a clothesline that sends Solomon to the mat. She grabs Solomon and tries to drag him back up to his feet. Solomon shoves Q away before running forward, driving his knee hard into Q's ribs. He then grabs hold of Q and launches her over his head with a belly to belly suplex!
Taj: I'm not even sure this match has officially started yet?!
America: Sometimes, that doesn't matter! When you're trying to make an impact and you're in the ring with a dangerous opponent...
Taj: You do what you can! I get it…
Solomon waits for Q to pull herself back up to her feet. As soon as Q is almost up, Solomon charges but Q slams Solomon to the mat with a powerslam!
Taj: That is some amazing strength by Q!
America: You know Ya Girl Q lives in the gym!
Q glares down at Solomon and shakes her head. She motions for Q's Beast to step into the ring. Q's Beast does so as Q begins to stomp away on Solomon without a care in the world. The referee considers pulling Q away before instead trying to get Q's Beast out of the ring. Q's Beast shoves the referee away and joins in on the attack on Solomon! The referee immediately calls for the bell, but neither Q or her Beast seems to care.
Torres: The winner of this match due to disqualification….Solomon Monster!
Taj: This is what we were talking about during the pre show meeting?
America: It's unfortunate for Solomon, but no one should be surprised that this is happening right now!
Q's Beast drags Solomon up to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulders! Q steps out onto the apron. The two look at one another, nod, and send Solomon crashing to the mat with Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex)! From there, Q and her Beast are relentless on Sol's beatdown. The fans rain a thunderous boo at them. Suddenly some of the fans switch from jeers to cheers as someone makes their way through the front row crowd.
Taj: It's Erick St. John!
America: What?! No! Where's the Kali Kartel?!
The rest of the arena crowd goes berserk once they realize that it is indeed Solomon's former Emeritus brother hopping the security railing. ESJ pauses for a moment to assess the situation before deciding to slide into the ring behind Q and her Beast. The two assailants are so engulfed in their actions that they don't notice ESJ behind them.
America: ESJ put Q and her Beast up to this! I know it!
Taj: I don't know, America…
As if a response to their inquiry, ESJ measures Q up as her Beast sees him and tries to warn her. However it's too late as Q turns to see what her Beast is pointing at and eats ESJ's My Redemption superkick! Q drops like a ton of bricks!
Taj: Erick nearly decapitated Q!
America: Holy shit! He's helping Solomon!
Q's Beast leaves Solomon laying on the mat and rushes ESJ. ESJ fights him off valiantly but the Beast's power soon takes over and it gets the upperhand. Q's Beast corners ESJ and unloads bombs on him. ESJ has no choice but to cover up. The Beast then grabs ESJ and prepares to shoot him across the ring. ESJ has the wherewithal to use the Beast's power, spin around, and hop on the Beast's back.
Taj: I think Erick is going for Humble Thyself!
America: Is he out of his mind? Q's Beast is too big!
Somehow ESJ is able to hook the Beast and drive him down. It's not a perfect crucifix driver but it's enough to rattle the Beast. ESJ quickly gets back to a vertical base and readies to re-engage as the Beast slides out of the ring to shake the cobwebs. ESJ turns to see Q stir. He measures her up again but the Beast grabs one of her legs and slides her out of the ring. ESJ just glares at the Beast and Q who is being held up by the huge masked companion. He slowly walks over to Solomon and crouches down to check on him.
America: Is ESJ going to finish Solomon off?
Taj: Stop, America! Obviously there's a stronger bond between these two ring brothers. This just got more interesting.
Q and her Beast head toward the back, ignoring the negative response that they're receiving from the fans as ESJ tends to the barely conscious Solomon.
Taj: That may not have been a victory for Q...
America: But it sure was a win!
The scene cuts in on Victoria Salinas, who is alone in the locker room. She does look a bit worn out and tired, but of course, this is to be expected out of someone that has just gone through wrestling two matches in one night. Still, despite all of that, she’s still showing some bright spirits. She’s incredibly happy that she got to introduce herself to a new audience twice in one night in the ring, but now she’s about to speak her mind just a little bit more so that her new audience can get more familiar with her.
Victoria Salinas: I know that the first thing that you’re thinking is that I am crazy for wrestling two matches in one night, especially when I’m making my 1WM debut. I faced some heavy competition tonight, there is no denying that and yeah, it was definitely a roller coaster all in all. But, it’s like I have mentioned before: you are all going to learn that I am one hell of a workhorse. Everywhere I go, I am one of the hardest working, if not THE hardest working, wrestlers on ANY roster. I have always busted my ass everywhere I’ve been. I’ve always shown a heart, a passion and a dedication to this business doing whatever it takes to get to where I want to be. That has always been me! For instance, on the night that I won my first world championship ever a decade ago, I did the same thing I did tonight in wrestling two matches in one night. I went through one hell of a ladder match to defend a title that I already had to earn a world title shot the same night, which I won. That’s just an example of how much I am willing to put on the line to achieve my goals!
That’s why when I had the opportunity to be Griffin Hawkins’s mystery partner tonight, I took that opportunity. I didn’t give a damn that I was already scheduled for a match earlier in the night. Griffin is someone that I know very well from a past wrestling company… one in which we dealt with our fair share of frustrations mind you… and there was no way I was going to pass this up. For me, this was a chance to really put myself out there and truly make a strong impression on a new audience. Those three words that I mentioned earlier: heart, passion, dedication… they are synonymous with who Victoria Salinas is! Griffin Hawkins previously mentioned the term ‘game changing’ when it comes to me, and he is damn right that I am a game changing competitor. It’s not just because of all the accomplishments that I have attained over my career, it’s because I have always been someone that has that ‘born winner’ mentality. I’ve always been that wrestler that has done everything that she possibly can to stand out and to be unique.
I’ll tell you this much…I didn’t come to this company to be ‘just another wrestler’...
Victoria takes a pause, allowing herself to deal with a little bit of the wear and tear of competing in two matches in one night, but also with a bit of the bitterness and frustration that she’s carried with her for a little while due to recent experiences.
Victoria Salinas. Any other wrestler wouldn’t have done what I did tonight. I didn’t come to this company to just fill up space. I damn sure didn’t come here to bust my ass, only to be cast aside for someone else. I came here to be the very best professional wrestler that AI can be because deep down in my heart, I have always proven that I am capable of that and I have always been willing to put ANYTHING on the line to reach that goal. I’ve been as successful as I’ve been over the years because of this and 1WM is not just another platform for me to maintain, continue and improve upon my earlier success, it’s going to be THE platform for me. If you don’t believe me, go back and watch what I did tonight. Tonight was just an example of what I can do and believe me when I say that there is far more where that came from because what I am is a WRESTLER… not a social media bikini model with a shallow ass nickname who has the personality of a barbie doll. And soon, you’ll see me at my fullest potential… the fullest it’s ever been. Mark my words on that.
Victoria maintains her fire and determination as she is quite happy with everything that she just said. Despite the pain she’s going through, she’s definitely in bright spirits as the scene ends.
Torres: The following contest is a tag team match and it is set for one fall!!!
"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 seven pounds, she is one half of Kawaii Trash Pandas GO,she is first ever 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, this is "The suicide blonde", Arley Kirk!"
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades..
"Necessary Evil" by Motionless in White feat. Jonathan Davis plays as Jacob Striker makes his way out.
Torres: And her partner hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at six feet even….he is the current Pride of 1WM Champion...he is the Real Rock n Rolla….JACOBBBB STRIKEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 hailing 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 REEEEIIII PARRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way out to the ring.
Torres: And her partner hailing from Manchester, England….weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at five feet tall...she is the current 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...representing one-half of the Seoul Queens….she is the Rebel Queen….JENNNNN DREEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This is a power packed tag team match, America! On one side you have the first ever World Heavyweight Champion teaming with the current Pride of 1WM Champion. On the other side you have the Number One Contender to the Pride of 1WM Championship teaming with the current World Heavyweight Champion!
America: And this isn’t even the main event, Taj! On any other Legendary this would close the show.
DING DING DING!!!
Arley steps back and jumps into the Kirk The Bucket! (springing superkick) towards Jenn. Jenn drops to the mat and Arley flies over her. Jenn goes for a rolling cradle.
One...
Two...
T...KICK OUT!!
Rei and Striker start trading shots. Arley and Jenn get up and start trading shots as well. Rei nails Jacob and Jacob fires back. Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob. Next to them, Arley and Jenn fire on each other, first Arley, then Jenn. Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn.
Taj: The action is hot and heavy!
America: There is definitely no love lost between these two teams!
Jenn and Striker both grab at their respective opponents, Jenn on Arley, Jacob on Rei. They execute inside cradles in unison.
One...
Two...
TH...DOUBLE KICK OUT!!
Arley jumps into the Kirk The Bucket! on Jenn again while Rei jumps into her Snake Eyes (kaio kick) on Jacob! Arley covers Jenn while Rei covers Jacob. The referee sees Arley’s cover and drops down for the count.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Rei jumps up thinking she’s won the match for her team but the referee waves her off, pulling down her arm before raising Arley’s.
Torres: The winners of this match...Arley Kirk and Jacob Striker!!!
Taj: Arley is being declared the winner and Rei is livid!
America: Rei had this match won!
Taj: They were pinning at the same time!
Angrily, Rei runs over and drills Arley with a roundhouse kick! Arley goes down like she’s been shot. Rei pulls her right back up only to drop her back down with Burning Mandala (spinning brainbuster)!
America: Wow! I didn’t know little Rei had that viciousness in her.
Taj: That is so horrible and unprofessional!
Rei glares down at Arley before dropping down to roll out of the ring and pulling the groggy Jenn out with her.
Ursula Von Rossbach stands alone in a dark, quiet place, adjusting her gloves. Once satisfied, she crosses her hands behind her back and looks directly into the camera.
Ursula Von Rossbach: It is about more than an opportunity this night for gold and glory. I grow tired of watching individuals pretend they are monsters, acting as if others should be afraid of them and their insipid ways. I have been insulted and belittled by insipid fools that have been allowed to carry on for far too long with no repercussions for their actions.
A deep, measured breath is partaken through flared nostrils. The intense, withering scowl on her face says so much and yet she adds words to those feelings being allowed to surface.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Everyone in the Anti-Chamber match shall suffer because of you, Eric and Dexter. You want to pretend you’re monsters? I will show you what a real monster is. When we are finished here this day, you may never respect me.
The Lady Terminator leans forward, her hulking and imposing form rippling with power at the slightest flex of her arms.
Ursula Von Rossbach: but.... you. will. fear. me.
She then turns and walks away from the camera.
The World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from CSKA Arena in Moscow, Russia
Streaming May 31, 2021
Torres: The following contest is the Antichamber Match for the 1WM Tag Team Championships! Four teams will be locked inside the inner pods while the final two teams begin the match. Every five minutes a pod will be unlocked at random and a team will be allowed to enter the Antichamber. After all six teams have entered, the last team left uneliminated will be declared the winners and the 1WM Tag Team Champions! Elimination can occur at any time after a team has entered the Antichamber and may be a result of pinfall or submission!
Nipsey Hussle’s "Last Time That I Checc’d" starts playing and the two California brothers, Eric and Dexter Calloway, walk out nodding their heads along. They make their way down to the ring, looking just as ready to party as they are to fight, which to them is almost the same thing anyway. The two men climb the stairs, entering the Chamber, and walk along the apron before entering the ring and entering their pod in the back left corner of the Chamber structure.
Torres: Introducing first weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds….representing the Kali Kartel….they are Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway….THE HEADHUNTERRRRRRRRRSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Here are two of the most hated men in the entire company, America.
America: The Headhunters are only hated because nearly everyone wishes they could be them! Eric and Dexter have no filter and tell it like it...and even more than that they are more than capable of backing it all up.
“Whatever it takes" by Hollywood Undead starts up and David Belmont and Alex Slayer walk out onto the stage as the crowd gives them a mixed reaction. The two men make their way down the ramp, walk to the ringside area and then step inside the Chamber to face The Headhunters in their pod. The two men step into the pod in the back right corner.
Torres: Introducing second weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred and twenty-three pounds….they are the team of David Belmont and Alex Slayer….THE SHNIGAMMMMIIIIII FOUNDATIOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!
Taj: And now what is quite possibly the hardest hitting team enters their pod.
America: There’s no disputing that one. If either one of them hit somebody, that person is going down and not getting back up!
Taj: You think The Headhunters are ready for that?
America: Duh...
Love is a Parasite by Blanck Mass hits and all three Master Sisters make their way through the cheering crowd to the ringside area. Moonlight leads them over the railing and they make their way to the door. Dawn takes her leave as Aurora and Moonlight walk up into the Chamber. They raise their 1WM Tag Team belts high for the world to see and then take their place in the right front corner pod.
Torres: Introducing next they are the current, reigning, defending 1WM Tag Team Champions... the team of Aurora and Moonlight Master….THE MASTERRRRRRR SISTERRRRRRSSSSSS!!!!!!
Taj: Here are the Tag Team Champions!
America: The match hasn’t started yet...
Taj: What is that supposed to mean?
America: It means they might be fine now, but look at what they are locked inside that thing with!
”Under Black Flags We March” by Arch Enemy plays as Symphony of Destruction make their way out, Coda itching to sprint down while UVR holds her back. Ursula Von Rossbach steps in front of her teammate and slowly starts backing down the ramp with Coda constantly trying to blow by her. UVR continues to try to calm Coda down, having next to no success. They come to the ring and Coda runs right in, immediately beginning to pace around the ring in anxious anticipation. UVR stands on the floor shaking her head. UVR nods and finally walks into the Chamber as well. She pats her Coda’s shoulder and then the two enter the last pod on the front left.
Torres: Introducing next at a total combined weight of three hundred and sixty-one pounds...they are Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach…. SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTIOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This team was a last minute insertion into this match and they are highly favored to walk out of the Antichamber victorious as the new Tag Team Champions.
America: Doubt it. Everyone in this match is cocky BUT Coda and especially that pompous Ursula are off the charts cocky. It’s that cockiness that’s going to be their undoing tonight.
"Love to the Beat" by Warner Chappell Production Music hits as Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly make their way onto the stage. The identical twins make their way down the ramp slowly, cautiously. They enter the Chamber and look around the ring, smirking.
Torres: Introducing next weighing in at a total combined weight of two hundred and forty-five pounds….they are the team of Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly….THE CONNELLY TWINNNNNSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This is, without a doubt, the biggest match for either of these women!
America: Possibly the meanest too.
Taj: And with no rules...
The lights go out, bathing the arena in darkness. As the siren goes off, red lights start flashing and ”Hide and Seek” by Eppic starts up. Dustin Holt steps through the curtain and leads his charges, Tom Torch and Bradley Alford, towards the ring. They walk down the aisle, almost seemingly enjoying the scorn heaped on them by the onlooking crowd. Dustin walks up the steps, slips through the ropes and then stomps to the middle of the ring as Tom and Bradley make their way to opposite corners. All three raise their arms triumphantly as the crowd boos them harshly, the teams in the pods before them, Coda and UVR in front of Tom and Belmont and Slayer in front of Bradley, glaring out at them, Coda going so far as to pound on the pod wall. Dustin exits and the two remaining Dog Pound drop down off the turnbuckles to turn and meet in the middle of the ring to stare down Angelita and Kylie.
Torres: And finally, weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred and twenty-two pounds….the team of Tom Torch and Bradley Alford….THE DOG POUNNNNNDDDD!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The Dog Pound wasting little time in trying to stir things up with the Symphony of Destruction and Shinigami Foundation here tonight.
America: That could end up being a mistake but that assumes they survive The Connelly Twins and The Headhunters!
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: HERE. WE. GO!
The bell sounds and the four wrestlers stare each other down in the ring, Tom pairing off for the gazing with Angelita while Bradley and Kylie do the same for each other. The crowd rumbles in anticipation as the four stand in the middle of the ring, not moving a muscle, all of them seemingly trying to psyche out the others. Coda starts bouncing on the inside of her team’s pod and all four glance over at her, smirking cruelly.
Tom steps away from the group and waves at Coda. As Coda starts to hammer away even more on the pod wall, Bradley, Angelita and Kylie all follow suit, waving and almost laughing. Back in their own pod, Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway join in the fun knowing full well nothing is going to happen.
Coda steps back from the pod wall, practically shaking with rage as she watches the four inside the ring laughing. She glances over and sees Eric and Dexter laughing as well and punches the chain roof. Tom moves in closer as Bradley goes over to smirk at the members of Shinigami Foundation in their pod. Angelita and Kylie glance back over at the Dog Pound and then rush in behind Tom and Bradley. Angelita hits Tom with a heavy forearm from behind sending the man face first into the turnbuckles while Kylie nails Bradley from behind with a stiff forearm as well. Bradley hits the ropes and Kylie clotheslines him hard, sending him over the top out onto the steel grate floor! Bradley sits up, writhing in pain from the impact. Angelita shoots Tom out of the corner and Kylie catches him for a wicked spinebuster into a cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!!!
Angelita moves over and nods as Kylie drags Tom up. She turns and flips off Coda and Ursula before shooting Tom off to the ropes. Tom rebounds and Kylie delivers a beautiful dropkick to Tom’s face. Kyle covers.
One...
Two...Bradley breaks it up!
Taj: The Connelly Twins are really bringing it!
America: If Angelita and Kylie have any chance in this inhumane contraption they will need to utilize their quickness with hit and run tactics.
Angelita moves in and starts trading punches with Bradley. Angelita, Bradley, Angelita, Bradley, Angelita, Bradley, Angelita, Bradley. Kylie stands up, dragging Tom with him. Kylie picks Tom and whips him into Bradley. Bradley falls into Angelita and the two tumble through the ropes out onto the steel. Kylie tosses Tom into the corner and then rushes in after him, crushing him in the chest with two flying knees! Tom tumbles face first to the mat. Smirking, Kylie rolls Tom over to take the cover.
One...
Two...
THRE...BRADLEY PULLS KYLIE OUT ONTO THE STEEL!!!
As Kylie and Bradley start to stagger up, the clock starts ticking down.
Taj: Ten seconds. Who is it going to be?
America: This isn’t gonna be good for poor old Tom no matter what!
TEN!!!
NINE!!!
EIGHT!!!
SEVEN!!!
SIX!!!
FIVE!!!
FOUR!!!
THREE!!!
TWO!!!
ONE!!!
The lights dim to let the spotlights start to shuffle through all four corners until a buzzer sounds. The lights stop on the Symphony of Destruction pod. The door opens and Coda and UVR rush into the Chamber. Tom staggers up and eats a clothesline from behind from Angelita. As Tom goes down, Coda and UVR catch Angelita coming in for a spear/dropkick combo. Kylie and Bradley stand up on the steel and start hammering away on each other. Coda covers Angelita.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!!
Torres: The Connelly Twins have been eliminated!
America: Well damn!
Taj: Symphony of Destruction came into the Antichamber hot and heavy!
America: So much for the twins gaining the titles.
Kylie grabs Bradley with both hands and tosses him into the Chamber wall. Bradley bounces off the chains and Kylie cracks him in the mouth with an elbow to knock him down again. The fans cheer loudly as Kylie drags Alford back up and there are a couple of ominous “POP” sounds as Connelly bounces his head off the glass of the nearby pod.
Taj: Kylie trying to break that glass! This could get gory!
Nearby, Coda and UVR get to their feet and start to move in on Tom. Kylie moves into the ring and drops UVR with a running bulldog as Angelita staggers up and hits a double knee backbreaker to Coda!
Taj: That move from Angelita on Coda can’t be good for Coda’s already injured back?
America: Coda knew the risks coming into this match. She’s let her own pride and Urusula’s lust for notoriety get her into a situation that could be career ending.
The Chamber opens and referees pour into the structure to try and move The Connelly Twins off. Angelita and Kylie each punch a couple of referees before security enters and manages to hustle the two women out of the Chamber.
Taj: The Connelly Twins might have just left their mark on this match even in defeat!
The spare referees help their brethren out as the clock starts to tick down again.
TEN!!!
NINE!!!
EIGHT!!!
SEVEN!!!
SIX!!!
FIVE!!!
FOUR!!!
THREE!!!
TWO!!!
ONE!!!
The lights dim to let the spotlights start to shuffle through all four corners until a buzzer sounds. The lights stop on the Master Sisters pod. The door opens and Moonlight and Aurora rush into the ring just as Tom staggers up to his feet. The Champions catch him with a double dropkick and then run to opposite sides of the ring. They rebound off the ropes and Aurora goes into a tumbling pass that ends with a senton splash at the same time that Moonlight comes in with a running leg drop. Moonlight holds for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...BRADLEY MAKES THE SAVE!
Bradley gets to his knees and the Master Sisters hit him with stereo enziguris. Bradley goes down and Aurora goes to cover him. As she does, Coda reaches up and rolls her up from behind.
One...
Two...
T...AURORA KICKS OUT!
Taj: You have to wonder how long Coda’s back can hold up the longer the Symphony of Destruction lasts in this?
America: Adrenaline and cortisone injection will only take you so far.
Moonlight turns and snaps off a kick at a rising UVR but the Lady Terminator catches her leg and spins into a dragon screw leg whip. Moonlight goes down and UVR goes to pull up Tom. The Dog Pound member quickly pulls UVR down into an inside cradle.
One...
Two...
THR...UVR KICKS OUT!!!
Taj: Tom almost eliminating Ursula!
America: Goddamn it, Tom!
Bradley gets to his feet and cracks UVR across the back. He and Tom get UVR up and shoot her off to the ropes. UVR rebounds and Tom backdrops her into a dropkick from Bradley. UVR lands hard and Tom covers.
One...
Two...
TH...CODA BREAKS IT UP!!!
Aurora jumps into the fray and Bradley catches her for a sidewalk slam. As he starts to move in, the clock starts to tick down again.
TEN!!!
NINE!!!
EIGHT!!!
SEVEN!!!
SIX!!!
FIVE!!!
FOUR!!!
THREE!!!
TWO!!!
ONE!!!
The lights dim to let the spotlights start to shuffle through all four corners until a buzzer sounds. The lights stop on Shinigami Foundation’s pod. The door opens as Bradley turns to face them. Belmont and Slayer move into the ring and Bradley tries to rush them. Belmont and Slayer catch him for a double spinebuster before spinning off into clotheslines attempts on UVR and Tom. Both would-be victims duck and then turn into dropkicks. The Shinigami men go down on their back. Coda runs over to jump off UVR’s and Tom’s backs into a shooting star press!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Coda holds for the cover on Slayer.
One...
Two...
THR...SLAYER KICKS OUT!!
Coda flies off and lands across Belmont.
One...
Two...
THR...BELMONT KICKS OUT!!!
Coda gets to her feet and takes stereo step-up enziguri from the Master Sisters! Shinigami Foundation get to their feet as UVR and Tom look for running clotheslines. Shinigami Foundation catches them both coming in for matching Alabama slams! Both men drop down for covers.
One...
Two...
TH...BOTH UVR AND TOM KICK OUT!!!
Taj: There could have been two team eliminations right there!
America: You know I was thinking, imagine if Alex and David only worked for 1WM? If they could just focus on one company I bet they would have been our Tag Team Champions by now.
Taj: Well Shinigami Foundation could be on the cusp of being those champions tonight.
Aurora and Moonlight run up on Bradley and hit him with kicks, Aurora going low with a dropkick, Moonlight going with a big boot! Bradley falls back against the ropes and Moonlight hits him with a big boot. As he stumbles off the ropes, Moonlight can faintly be heard whispering, “Please don’t die”, before she lunges forward to connect with a KO Punch! Aurora goes to the ropes and Moonlight rolls away. Aurora leaps off with a beautiful moonsault!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The Dog Pound has been eliminated!
Taj: The Master Sisters with a beautiful tag team combination that led to the elimination of the Dog Pound!
The Chamber door is opened and Bradley and Tom exit looking none too pleased. Coda and UVR get to their feet as the clock starts to tick down again.
TEN!!!
NINE!!!
EIGHT!!!
SEVEN!!!
SIX!!!
FIVE!!!
FOUR!!!
THREE!!!
TWO!!!
ONE!!!
The lights dim to let the spotlights start to shuffle through all four corners until a buzzer sounds. The lights stop on the final pod housing of The Headhunters. Dexter and Eric Calloway rush into the ring. Coda and UVR catch Eric for a double flapjack! Dexter jumps on UVR to keep her from covering Eric. Coda turns and eats a Yakuza kick from Belmont. Dexter turns around and eats a backdrop driver from Slayer. Aurora and Moonlight drag him back up and hit Slayer in the back with a big boot/dropkick combo that sends him tumbling over the top rope out onto the steel. Ursula follows him out and whips Slayer into the pod with another ominous cracking sound!
America: Oh I do like what Lady Terminator has going here!
The fans are eating it up as Von Rossbach gives the signal and runs at Alex Slayer with a massive spear!
*CRACK!*
Taj: Thank goodness that glass pod just doesn't wanna break!
Ursula seems frustrated as she bounces his head off the mesh and rolls Slayer back into the ring.
America: Don't go speaking too soon!
Back to the action in the ring, Coda turns back around to face Dexter, and immediately stumbles back into the corner as he spits in Coda's direction and just bitch slaps the taste out of her mouth!
Taj: HOW DISRESPECTFUL!
America: Get on before you get spit on!
Taj: That's the ultimate in disrespect.
Dexter looks over and cusses as he sees Eric busily under fire from a UVR strike onslaught, and he seemingly changes his mind on what he had planned. D. Calloway drags Coda out onto the steel and goes to ram her face into the mesh, yet Coda catches him with a back elbow! Coda tries to drag Dexter back into the ring, but he holds his ground. This time, he tries to whip her into the side wall, yet Coda swings Dexter back around!
*SMASH!!!*
Taj: OHMIGOODNESS! Coda just hip tossed Eric Calloway through the glass pod!
America: This is why we can't have anything nice!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
As the other wrestlers hear the glass smashing, they all instantly run over, but nobody faster than Eric who launches over the top rope onto Coda with an impressive clothesline and starts to rain down punches on the Busan Beast! Coda's able to turn the tables and it devolves into Eric and Coda rolling around Dexter in broken glass on the steel while they punch the everloving hell out of each other!
Taj: While every team in 1WM has a hatred for the Headhunters, right now it’s Symphony of Destruction that hates them the most!
America: Eric and Dexter are part of 1WM’s Most Hated Group for a reason, Taj.
In the meantime, Slayer had climbed up on the top rope and then up onto the top of the pod for some death from above, yet had gotten caught by Moonlight Master who had hooked Slayer up for a top rope superplex, but Slayer was busily hammering away at Moonlight trying to avoid it!
Taj: Aurora's trying to make this a double superplex!
Aurora quickly climbs up there too. The crowd roars with approval as Ursula Von Rossbach moves faster than anyone has possibly ever seen. She scrambles up onto the top and manages to ensnare Aurora with a modified electric chair drop position, while Aurora has Moonlight in an awkward back suplex type predicament due to The Masters getting caught on their top of the structure superplex on Slayer and this causes the entire 'tower' to sway, and finally 'topple'!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Taj: TOWER SUPLEX ELECTRIC CHAIR BACKDROP COMBINATION TO ALEX OFF THE TOP OF THE MESH!
America: HOLY SHIT!
Ursula scrambles over for the cover.
One..
Two..
THRE...Belmont breaks it up with a guillotine leg drop to the back of UVR's head!
Taj: That was soooo close!
Belmont goes for the cover on Ursula as an act of defiance, but it backfires as he looks around. Coda grabs the top rope and launches herself back into the ring with a sunset flip on Belmont, taking him down and causing him to roll out of the ring and onto the steel. Coda rolls away holding her back in sheer pain. UVR drags Slayer back up, letting out a grunt as she powerbombs him right onto Aurora as hard as she can! UVR goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The Master Sisters have been eliminated!
Taj: The Tag Team Champions have been eliminated! The Master Sisters will not be retaining!
America: Cry me a river, Taj.
Belmont staggers up and UVR hauls him into the corner for an Irish whip before hauling him up onto the mesh atop the pod. The crowd grows ever more excitable as Ursula follows Belmont up there herself. Once there, UVR connects with a sitout piledriver through the mesh!
America: SIT OUT PILEDRIVER ON THE MESH! Or should I say, THROUGH the MESH!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLT SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
As UVR cautiously hops back down, Coda rolls out to the outside, pops up and hits the Sonata Knee (running high knee to the head) into a cover on Slayer, the referee diving into position.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The Shinigami Foundation has been eliminated!!!
Taj: Alex and David are eliminated! Either Symphony of Destruction or the Headhunters will be the next 1WM Tag Team Champions!
America: Ohhhh….it’s about to get bloody now!
Eric Calloway gets to his feet and tackles Coda through the ropes. As UVR steps back, Dexter groggily rolls her up, grabbing her tights as he does.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Taj: That’s just...
America: That’s exactly right….that’s justice!!!
Taj: How can you say that?
America: Because it’s been a long time coming!!!
Torres: Here are your winners and NEW 1WM Tag Team Champions...Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway...The Headhunters!!!
Taj: This is just not right!
America: No, it IS right! The true kings are on their rightful throne!
Taj: But...
America: Uh-uh! No buts! The kings sit on their throne!
The Headhunters quickly snatch the title belts from the referee, make a beeline out of the Antichamber structure, and dash up the rampway without even looking back.
Taj: What a night we have had here in Manchester. On behalf of my colleague, America Vaughn, I’m Taj Hennessey Monroe, and we like to thank everyone for joining us at Legendary Sixteen “One Night in Manchester”.
Butterscotch Monroe stands backstage.
Butterscotch Monroe: Ladies and gentlemen, the new 1WM Tag Team Champions, Dexter and Eric Calloway, The Headhunters.
Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway walk in. Dexter is chugging a water bottle, the 1WM Tag Team Championship is over his right shoulder. Eric Calloway has his around his waist. Before Butterscotch can speak, Dexter raises a finger to silence her, and then spits water in her face. Shocked and appalled, Butterscotch drops the mic and wipes her face. Eric and Dexter raise the Tag Titles into the air.
Eric Calloway: This IS the new reality!
Dexter Calloway: This IS the top of the food chain!
Eric Calloway: We are The Headhunters.
Dexter Calloway: And we are THE 1WM Tag Team Champions!
The show fades on The Headhunters holding their titles up and screaming out “Kali!”.
Griffin Hawkins: Obsession...we all have one. Some of it is money...some of it is fame. Some people get so lost in the darkness because they allow their obsession to overcome them. I was warned long ago...don't be a slave to your obsessions. Some of my detractors would say that I am obsessed with the Kartel. Am I?...I don't think so. But I can see why many would feel that way seeing as we've crossed paths many times. But why am I waging war against them? It's simple. I came to this company because I wanted to prove to the world that I am the best in the world today. There are many people I want to challenge like Dustin Holt, Erick St.John, Arley Kirk and others....but in the heart of this company is a sad, bitter old man who refuses to accept that things have changed since his day. He has the audacity to refer to this generation of talent as "children." But that's rich coming from a guy who surrounds himself with young talent who act childish every day of the week..I guess it's only okay when they are kissing his ass up and down the company. Solomon Monster is nothing more than a parasite..an old man so broken down that he needs to surround himself with young athletes he can live vicariously through. Without The Headhunters, Bodhi Bose, and Noelle Jansen to hold him up, he's a past his prime has been who is nothing but jealous of the talent of today. Two of his little lapdogs are gunning for me, and to send a message to him, myself and my mystery partner are gonna have to take them down.
He looks straight at the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: Noelle Jansen...how's the knee? Still hurts? I hope not, because it would be a shame to recover...only for something to happen to the other one. I should commend you...you made your debut in grand style by laying me out. Sad part is...you had to do it from behind. You had to wait until my attention was diverted when you choked me with a Steel Chain. Course...the tables had turned on the last Glory...with one whack of your leg courtesy of my Nightstick, I had you on the ground curling in a fetal position writhing in pain. Course the Headhunters and Solomon had the nerve to spew their venom at me for such a cowardly attack...well, that's funny, because isn't that what you did to me? In fact, isn't that what the Kartel had been doing to the entire roster? Anyone they see as a threat, they target them and jump them from behind like cowards. Course, when it happens to them, suddenly we're the bad guys. Usually...I don't use these kind of tactics Noelle, but someone had to give you a dose of your own medicine. You cost me the World Title..a shot that I've worked hard to earn. You did the dirty work of Solomon who clearly doesn't have the balls to come after me all by himself. Did you really think I was gonna let that go? Did you think I was going to let you get away with it? Nah...I think you got it confused. You took away something important from me...so I had to make you suffer.
A smile comes across his face as he kicks up on the car.
Griffin Hawkins: Now..I could've come after you in the Locker Room..but we know how the Kartel operates. They are like a hornet's nest. You mess with one, you get them all. I had to get them away from you. So I decided to make a challenge to those two dumbasses Eric and Dexter Calloway. A parking lot street fight, just me...against them. Now normally, a smart person would ask...it's two on one in a parking lot, don't you think he's up to something? But the word smart isn't in The Headhunters' vocabulary. And just as predicted...they took the bait. They were sitting around in the parking lot with their thumbs up their asses..waiting for me to show myself. But what I did was throw down one last piece of cheese to catch two big fat rats. They heard your wails of pain, and as predicted, here comes the rats to get the cheese. But just when they thought they were in the clear, here comes the Cat in the form of Symphony of Destruction. The three of us set the trap, and you all bought it hook line and sinker. Me, I got my revenge on you for screwing me out of the gold. So you want to cost me the World Heavyweight Title? You better be prepared to pay the ultimate price. Glory 11 was just a small taste of what I'm capable of. Tonight...I'm gonna finish what I started. And this time, the Headhunters aren't gonna save you.
He smooths his hand through his long hair before continuing on.
Griffin Hawkins: You say that even though you cost me the title...we still have an issue. Honestly, I don't know what that issue is. It seems you're the one who had an issue with me Until you debuted, I had no idea who you were. If you had a problem...any kind of problem with me, you could've found me in my locker room and we could've settled it like professionals. But instead, you chose the way of the coward and decided to jump me from behind. That right there tells me...that you're not all that confident in yourself. You come off as Lucha Royalty...yet you're stuck following the orders of Solomon. You don't got the lady balls to stand on your own...so you decide to join a group of underachievers who overcompensate for their lack of accomplishments and skills by jumping people from behind like cowards and bragging about it on Social Media. This time, there will be no more sneak attacks. This time...you're gonna see me coming. You need to realize that's easy to jump on me...but it's a hell of a lot harder to jump off.
He cracks his knuckles in anticipation.
Griffin Hawkins: You don't know me at all Noelle...none of the Kartel do. If you did know me, you'd know that it's gonna take more than a steel chain to keep me down. If you knew me, you'd know that I gave 15 years of my life to this sport...and I've faced people who would make you shit yourself if you even got in their faces like you're trying to do with me. You think that you intimidate me? Bitch, I've seen intimidation in life...and you are NOWHERE close to it. Ooooh..you're gonna make me bleed. Do you think that scares me? I won the World Heavyweight Title in a Hell In A Cell Match with a busted up body and blood pouring from my head...is that the best threat you can send my way? More importantly, what are you gonna do when my mystery partner gets a hold of you? Your time is almost up Noelle..tonight we're gonna welcome you into 1WM with style.
He steps off the car.
Griffin Hawkins: And then we have Bodhi Bose.....now this is a guy who needs to be bitch slapped for sure. A young upstart rookie who thinks he is the be all end all of the One Wrestle Movement itself..yet has done absolutely nothing to prove it. As of late, he has been failing to represent the Kartel. He had a chance to bring gold to the crew...and he lost. But if you ask him...it didn't happen. In fact...he shit the bed so hard in his debut, he claims that he didn't lose...as if that match never happened. If that's how this fucking clown handles a loss, then he is not going to last long.
He laughs a bit, shaking his head.
Griffin Hawkins: Bodhi...oh man are you a sight. You talk about yourself on Twitter as if you're the next big superstar. You say they "hired you for ratings" when in reality you did what everyone else did and signed a contract and they stuck you in the opening match only for you to lose. It seems every time someone calls you on yours shit, you become the world's biggest martyr and act as if they are the bad people...not you. That tells me that you're insecure and you need somebody to pat you on the head and tell you you're doing a good job. That also tells me that you're cracking under pressure...because other than that tag match, you haven't really done anything or won any matches on your own. The last time we saw you...you were tapping out to William James Cordova. But let me guess...that never happened either. Okay...
He puts his hands in his pockets as he paces a little.
Griffin Hawkins: Do you want to know why nobody here respects you Bodhi? It's not because they are jealous like you would probably tell us. It's because you are a spoiled child who throws a tantrum anytime you don't get what you want. The minute you get some kind of win on your end whether you earn it or not, you race right to twitter and brag about it. But when you so much as lose...you blame everybody else. It's never your fault and there's always an excuse. Hell, you got so angry at me you tried to get a Cancel Griffin Hawkins hashtag going. Like...really man? Cancel culture? Are you gonna go on Tik Tok next to tell the world how much of a bad guy I am just because I won't kiss your ass? Here's the reality man..you can throw all the hashtags you want at me, you can do all the online twitter polls about me, you can throw at me all the lame piss lord insults that's funny only to you, you can do whatever you want as you sit in your safe space. But when that bell rings, all the hashtags and all the sad schoolyard insults aren't gonna save you when me and my tag partner beat the living shit out of you.
He stops to look straight at the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: Some weeks ago you said that you would give people a reason to cheer for you. Now, why would they cheer for you Bodhi? Because you're just another castrated puppet for Solomon? Should they cheer you because you claim to be this good guy when you're far from that? In your little rant from Glory 10, you were running down everyone...but in reality, you'd much rather tear down me and others because that's a lot easier than tearing down yourself. You hate me, but you hate yourself even more. When you called me a narcissistic sociopath, did you really mean me?....or yourself? A man who projects that much venom onto somebody obviously has something to hide..something they don't want to see come to light. I've seen many like you in and out of this sport. Their existence is so miserable that they have to lash out at others just to feel better about themselves. All of it is gonna come to light. Me and my mystery partner are gonna expose you to the world for what you really are...a pathetic flawed scared little boy who has all the talent in the world...but ultimately...no balls.
He smiles before taking his hands out of his pockets.
Griffin Hawkins: ...but that leaves the question, just who is my mystery partner? Will he..or she..make for a formidable partner as we take on the Kartel? Well, there's only one way to find out ladies and gentlemen...stay tuned.
He winks at the camera before walking out of view. We head back to the arena for the start of the show.
One Wrestle Movement
In Association With
Iconic Sports Media
Presents
Live from the AO Arena in Manchester, United Kingdom
In Association With
Iconic Sports Media
Presents
Live from the AO Arena in Manchester, United Kingdom
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY SIXTEEN “ONE NIGHT IN MANCHESTER”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: So before you go into your diatribe, everyone, including myself, wants to know is the Antichamber structurally sound? Did it pass the safety tests?
Taj: Of course it did, America. We wouldn’t be on the air if it hadn’t.
America: We’re calling this “One Night in Manchester” but it actually seems like two nights!
Taj: Be that as it may…
Suddenly “Marionette” begins to play over the speakers and the crowd in Manchester immediately begins to buzz. Jenn Drew walks out from behind the curtain and the crowd absolutely erupts for her. This reaction is definitely one sided and it’s definitely pro Jenn. Jenn stands there for a moment, just soaking it all in with a massive smile on her face.
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome at this time, Manchester’s own, and your One Wrestle Movement World Heavyweight Champion, “The Rebel Queen” Jenn Drew!
Taj: Well it looks as if our new World Heavyweight Champion has a few words for us.
Jenn makes her way down the ramp, confident as ever with a smirk on her face. She walks around the ring, stopping for a moment to give a young girl in the crowd a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before sliding into the ring. She stands on the top rope and unhooks the championship from around her waist and holds it high into the air as the crowd continues to show their support for the hometown girl. Jenn hops off the turnbuckle and asks for a microphone as her music cuts out.
Jenn Drew: Home, sweet, home. It feels good to be back here in Manchester in front of my people. Seeing family and friends. I’m looking right at you little Katherine.
The camera shows the young girl Jenn hugged earlier with a huge smile on her face.
Jenn Drew: Nobody thought I was ever going to be where I am right now, at the top of the mountain. Nobody thought I’d be able to be standing here today as the One Wrestle Champion, but here I am, holding the top title in this business. This championship, it means I’m the best. It means I’m the one to beat around here. I was excited about coming home, title around my waist and having my very first defense of the title right here for all of you in Manchester, but management had other ideas.
The crowd boos at this as Jenn holds out the microphone with a smile on her face.
Jenn Drew: I know, I know. I guess they don’t want the bad, cheating Jenn Drew to be the one getting cheered in her first defense of the title. I guess they don’t think Manchester deserves a One Wrestle Championship match. And that got me to thinking too.
Jenn’s smile turns into a smirk and then a scowl as she scans over the crowd for a moment.
Jenn Drew: Management is right. Manchester doesn’t deserve to see me defend my title here tonight. Hell, Manchester doesn’t even deserve me. Manchester deserves nothing.
The crowd immediately sours on Jenn as they begin to boo her and she just soaks it all in as she turns around in a circle, arms out.
Jenn Drew: I recognize quite a few faces in the crowd tonight. Johnny, my old friend. Where were you when I was getting kicked out of my house and forced to live on the streets? Jaimie, same for you! Manchester has been nothing but hardship and hell for me, so why should I even be proud to say I’m from here. Hell, maybe I’ll just stop for good. You lot don’t deserve any sort of recognition and publicity. You should all be ashamed of yourselves. But don’t fret, the heroes in Arley Kirk and Jacob Striker will save the day against the big bad Seoul Queens later.
Jenn laughs as she continues to scan the crowd a little bit.
Jenn Drew: Well, you can hope in one hand and shit in the other, but that won’t make gold appear. See, we have the former champion and the fluke of a champion facing off against the current champion and the woman who should be the current Pride of One Wrestle Champion, but she keeps getting screwed over. But rest assured people, the good guys, Rei and myself, along with our amazing counsel and manager, Kaede will make everything right when Rei finally gets her fair shot at Striker and the two of us beat the two of them yet again. But for now, I hope you little shits rot in hell and I’ll try not to laugh too hard on the way out of this hell hole.
Jenn drops the microphone and walks out of the ring as the crowd continues to boo her as she walks up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain.
America: You know I really like that chick. It’s just something about her that screams for me to really get behind her.
Taj: Of course you do, America. Of course you do.
Legendary 16 returns and we see 1WM rookie Zena Wright sitting on a table in catering, her legs dangling down over the edge. Next to her standing up is Dexter Calloway, who must have said something crazy because he has Zena cracking up. Zena notices the camera and tells him it'll be a second as she jumps off the table and heads towards it.
Zena Wright: Hold up!
She walks up to the camera, a confiedent smirk on her face.
Zena Wright: Tonight is the night I get to debut inside the One Wrestling ring. It's a damn honor too so I figured I would say a few things to let you all know who I am. I'm Zena Wright, second generation wrestler and an overall bad bitch. I came here to One Wrestling because I saw this roster and I knew it had some top tier talent. It had some people on it that would push me and help me not only improve but also people I could step on while working my way to the top. I'm not going to go easy on anyone and I plan on taking all my opponents down one by one until I have gold around my waist. I don't care how I get a win as long as in the end I have my hand up and my opponent is looking up at the lights or tapping like a bitch.
Zena grinned as Dexter nodded his head with a grin behind her.
Zena Wright: Tonight I got a huge debut. Not only am I wrestling in the UK for the first time but I'm facing someone who has a pretty good reputation. I mean she does seem a bit whiny about her old job and she should probably focus on me more than how some other company shit on her. Because I promise Victoria that if she makes even a split second mistake I will take her down and out for good. Stop worrying about AGW... Nobody gives two fucks about that place anymore. One Wrestling is the place to be because that is where I am now. Get your head on straight girl or else I'm gonna knock it the fuck off.
She stopped for a second, adjusting her long blue hair for a moment before looking back at her new friend behind her.
Zena Wright: I want your best Victoria and if you give me anything less than that I'm going to be pissed off and honey, you don't wanna see me when I am pissed off. I'm looking forward to this Victoria. One on one, no big multiple person match bull, just two ladies showing off their shit in the end. If you are ready for this we could steal the show and let this whole roster know that we are here to run shit. Just don't go ahead and think you are gonna get the win because I ain't gonna let that happen. This is my night, not yours and all you can hope for is getting in some good shots and showing some of your skills. Don't think I'm bullshitting either, Victoria, because Zena is always right.
Zena winks at the camera before turning back to Dexter with a smile. She gives her a slap handshake and the two heads off towards the locker rooms. The camera follows them for a bit, zooming in on Zena's rear for a second before cutting away.
Debut Match
Victoria Salinas vs. Zena Wright
Victoria Salinas vs. Zena Wright
It is a rare sight to see a woman like Victoria Salinas tower over anyone, but her diminutive spit-fire of an opponent, Zena Wright falls just one inch shy of the five foot mark. Zena’s lack of size quickly gives way to her incredible speed as she zips right by Victoria, catching her with a kick to the back of her shin followed by an Enziguri to the head as she spins around! SPLIT LEG MOONSAULT follow up leads to a pin and a 2 count!
Zena back rolls to her feet and rushes right back in as Victoria sits up to deliver a running soccer kick but Victoria flat backs, causing Zena to miss. She catches her by the leg and flips Zena on her back for a quick pin, getting a 1.5 kickout! She keeps firm hold of the leg and flips Zena into an elevated boston crab, but her victim to be whips herself forward before Victoria flips her, rolling onto her back instead and kicking Victoria right in the face!
Taj: Ohhh…
America: That’s going to leave a mark in the morning!
Zena back rolls to her feet, then rushes at Victoria, with a feint at the last second, leaping instead onto the ropes and throwing her hip right into Victoria’s chest, flat-backing her! This is promptly followed by a split leg drop and pin, but kickout at 2.7! Zena rolls to her feet and keeps the pressure on as her foe gets back up, rushing in with THE BLUE PRINT-NO-SPRINGBOARD BUSAIKU KNEE rocks Zena right off her feet in mid jump! Victoria pumps her fist with a wild cry on landing, then rushes to the ropes. It was her turn to keep the pressure on.
A running knee to the face keeps Zena down, followed by a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT and pin! 1-2-NOPE! Shoulder up before the hand can even hit the mat for a three! Victoria gathers the stunned Zena up and hits the STRAIGHT-JACKET NECKBREAKER SLAM (That’s a mouthful!) Holds her for the pin and ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHHRRE-KICKOUT!!! Victoria sits there, looking at her tiny foe with both shock and more than just a wee bit of respect for surviving such a big move.
Taj: You can nothing from either of these two women in this debut match. They are giving it one hundred percent and more!
America: Is that even mathematical possible, Taj?
Taj: You know what I mean, America.
Victoria takes Zena’s arm and goes for a whip but Zena reverses, sending her to the ropes! Victoria comes back leaping up and locking on a Headscissor. Zena manages to surprise her and reverse into an improvised sit-out powerbomb!!! Victoria thrashes on impact, grabbing at her back while Zena back rolls, only stopping to shake a few cobwebs loose in her head. She had narrowly avoided the Unbreakable Victory!
Things continue on with the two now matching each other perfectly in speed. The two women were almost like a blur, dancing and weaving between each other’s strikes, narrowly avoiding one another and the few times grapples were made, escapes would occur, leaving them both at zero until a whip to the ropes by Zena and UNBREAKABLE VICTORY!!!
Taj: This could be it!
America: They’ve been wrestling a long time. They better be aware of the time limit.
Zena falls to her knees crying out in agony as Victoria cranks the arm while using her thighs to compress her foe’s head! The timer ticks down and Zena refuses to tap!
5...4...3...2...1….DING DING DING!!!
Torres: Due to the expiration of the time, the referee has ruled this a time limit draw!
Taj: Zena outlasts the submission and that grants both herself and Victoria a draw result!
America: So both of them lost?
Taj: Neither lost, America.
America: But neither won….so that means they both lost.
The fans are on their feet, cheering the two women as they fall away from one another, utterly spent after such a fast paced, intense match. After a moment, the two are on their feet and while neither are pleased with the result, Victoria offers a fist bump. Smirking, Zena rolls her eyes before stepping out of the ring without giving a fist bump.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIPPP AND TTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEAAAAARRRR!!!!
"Hell to Pay" sounds over the house P/A system and out steps a casually dressed Molly O'Hatherine sporting a black and green skull and crossed hatchets HATCHET CLAN T-shirt, her hooded Ginger Ninja vest, green cargo pants, black hiking boots, and chain wrapped around her wrist and forearm. As the fans cheer, she pumps her fist to the music, headbanging to the beat until finally bursting down to the ring and making a flying leap between the middle and top rope to land for a tuck and roll and a loud, "FAWK YEAAAAHHH!!"
America: Bathroom break.
Taj: Get back here and sit down, America.
Molly hops straight to her feet and pulls a microphone from one of the many pockets on her pants and addresses the crowd as her music cuts.
Molly: MMMAAANNNCCCHHHEEEESSSTTTTEEEERRRRRR!!!
*HUGE CHEAP POP!*
Molly O’Hatherine: LONG TIME NO SEE!! HOW THA' BLOODY FAWK ARE YA'?!!!
Of course the crowd noise is hard to discern but Molly just grins back at them, nodding her head.
Molly O’Hatherine: I've no match, no reason to be here, but here I bloody well am and on me own dime too. So much grand history in this arena, with many UK and international wrestling events in particular being the highlight of it's existence. I had me first sanctioned UK wrestling match here, in this Arena many moons ago and it's a shame I was nae' booked fer this event, but I'll be absolutely, bloody damned if I'm missing an opportunity ta' see all of ye' again. Ya' know me from other events I've done here and all over tha' world, but in case you donnae' know who I am... Tha name's Molly O'Hatherine, Tha' Ginger Ninja, and Den Mother of tha' Hatchet Clan!
She points a finger at the wrestling ring beneath her feet.
Molly O’Hatherine: I stand out here tonight in support of a pair of dear friends and Hatchet Clan family members, tha' Symphony of Destruction! Two women I lobbied for ta' get in tha' main event to tha' tune of over 140k signatures. Alot of people want ta' see them in that main event and tha' only regret I have is that meself and Hirata Dokueki are not in it as well, but alas.... we have ta' give 'em a chance ta' win don't we?
America: She’s really delusional to keep thinking her petition got Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach inserted into the Antichamber match.
Taj: Sometimes it's better to allow people to believe what they will in order to keep down the drama.
The Ginger Ninja shoots an impish grin at the camera followed by a little laugh.
Molly O’Hatherine: Half jokes aside, no... I ne'er told anyone tha' importance of this place ta' me because I'd rather have gotten here because those in power think I'm valuable and not out of a cheap plot thread. I'd rather just show ye' by bein' here.
Molly casts her gaze towards the nearest camera.
Molly O’Hatherine: Oh and [redacted], be thankful I'm not in tha' ring with tha' two of ye' even though I'm sure that by tha' time Ursula and Coda are done with tha' ya both that ye'd still be left layin' in a pool of yer own piss and blood, broken and twitchin' because that's what tha' pair of ye' deserve. I mean if yer both so scared of me that ya' blocked me on social media and yer boss wonnae' even lift a finger ta' argue back against any of tha' claims I'm makin' fer him, then well... what hope in hell do ye' have against four other teams and tha' Symphony of Destruction, all will people taller and perhaps meaner in some ways than meself? I mean no accountin' fer brains, ya' signed a waver before tha' match that precludes tha' company paying fer yer injuries. Yer soooooo bloody well fawked, lads.
The 1.6 meter tall Scotswoman smirks, looking away from the camera.
Molly O’Hatherine: But I be done pining for a fight that'll ne'er come from two fawkwits who lack tha' fortitude ta' face me so I'll focus on other challenges within 1WM. Let tha' fannies hang ta' dry until they come 'round. There's no shortage of injustice or challenge here in 1WM and while tha' Poison Dragon isn't here tonight due to a personal matter she's attendin' to, I'm sure she won't mind me speakin' on her behalf and sayin' that we of tha' Hatchet Clan are looking forward ta' facing tha real competitors of this company. Others will pluck chicken feathers just as well as we.
Her gaze shoots back out to the crowd.
Molly O’Hatherine: We're not booked and e'eryone is in tha' back wantin' ta' save themselves up for their matches, so I doubt anyone would wanna' have a round with me in this ring. I donnae' blame them fer I wouldnae' leave much left for their competition tonight. Instead, I'll sit back and enjoy tha' show with tha' rest of ye' lovely people, but I wonnae' be far if anyone decides they wanna' have a go with Tha' Ginger Ninja, Molly O'Hatherine. I'M HERE AAAALLL FAWKIN' NIGHT!!!!!
With that, Molly spins the microphone in her hand, tucks it in her belt loop, and exits the ring.
Meera Katze: What’s up all you girls and gays. My guest at this time is one of the newest signees of 1WM. He’s already created some buzz around himself on social channels, thought not as much as buzz as I’ve created here backstage. He’ll be making his in-ring debut live tonight...Vance Isaac Parker.
The camera pans back to reveal the tall, skinny former reality television star, with his short almost bleach blonde hair stepping into the frame. Vance...or VIP as he was dubbed for short, was dressed in a pair of black track pants with a double pinstripe along the pant legs, black elbow pads, and a grey tank top.
Meera Katze: So sis... you signed officially with the company a few days before Glory 11, which did anyone even watch that? We even saw you for a couple minutes with another bish. But now you're here tonight for a match… which is also your first match in front of a crowd? Can you elaborate on the emotions you're experiencing right now? Are you shaking in your boots sis? On a scale of one to ten, how nervous are you? Are you going to be like every other newb that has not so gracefully come and gone? The people want to know.
Vance Issac Parker: To be honest, Meera, I've been acting all my life, so no, I'm not nervous at all. I may have never wrestled in front of a crowd before, but I've been taking private lessons for almost a year before I inked this deal. Though I fully admit that as a fan of this sport, what happens in practice is not the same as what I should expect on television, especially when my opponent is someone like Tiffany Page.
Meera Katze: Yea, she is also making her debut here tonight. Sis was officially signed mere hours ahead of your confirmation. And she's got more, A LOT more, live crowd experience than you. So sis has the edge. Does that make you more nervous?
Vance Issac Parker: ...A little, sure. Understandably so, but mostly because of her attitude. She doesn't like me, and she's got this chip on her shoulder about her upbringing and this false sense of self-importance to this company. It's almost like she believes that she's doing One Wrestle a favor by being here...everyone is entitled to their own opinions I suppose. No matter how wrong or deluded they may be.
Meera Katze: So it's safe to say there's no love lost between the two of you tonight? Y’all like a couple of other queens I know.
Vance Issac Parker: Have you seen the promotion we've done on social media to lead up to this match? I'd say your assessment is an understatement. But, I've got a job to do, and if the company feels this is the best way to introduce me to the One Wrestle…
VIP takes a step back, then slowly points at Meera, and around her, finishing on the general area where the crowd would be seated.
Vance Issac Parker: ...You, you, you.......YOOOUUUUNIVERSE;
America: Oh, yuck...did this guy really just try to introduce a tagline?
Taj: I kind of like it. It's catchy.
America: Of course you would.
Meera grossly rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but quickly regains her composure for her guest.
Vance Issac Parker: Then that is what I will do. Hopefully we can go out there, entertain some people, and after this encounter we can go our separate ways…
Meera Katze: Is that really what you want? Sounds a bit… boring. Others be out here wanting to make impacts.
Vance Issac Parker: I think it's what we both want.
Meera Katze: Yeah, sounds boring. Things aren’t that easy. Vance, one more question. You mentioned you've been acting all your life, and I believe one of your biggest roles was on The Bachelorette -
Vance Issac Parker: That's correct.
Meera Katze: Then what inspired you to make the jump to professional wrestling from reality television? Most athletes use wrestling to go forward to become a movie star that makes millions of dollars in a year. So, why backtrack?
Vance Issac Parker: I've been a fan all my life. Well, since I was about eight years old and saw my first match. This guy, he was such a smooth talker, called himself the most electrifying of all the wrestlers, right? After that I just wanted to watch more and more, and then I just decided that I believed I could do it too. Maybe I won't be so electrifying...but if I don't try, then I'll never succeed.
Meera Katze: That's so heart-warming. Literally a fan following a dream…
VIP starts to blush, then turns away, not getting the sarcasm in Meera’s voice.
Vance Issac Parker: If you don't mind, I need to finish preparing. My match is starting soon, after all.
Meera Katz: Sure, sure. Ladies and gentlemen, that was Vance Isaac Parker, a testament to dreams coming tru -
Vance Issac Parker (off-screen): And one more thing, I just want to say............Autocarrot.
Meera Katze: The hell you say?
Vance Issac Parker: ...It's a locker room joke. Thanks for the welcome, Meera.
Debut Match
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page vs. “VIP” Vance Isaac Parker
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page vs. “VIP” Vance Isaac Parker
Tiffany and Vance start circling each other in the ring. Just Vance moves forward towards Tiffany, Tiffany sticks her upper body through the top and middle ropes. The referee steps in front of a frustrated Vance as Tiffany yells “Shoo!” at Vance.
Taj: Vance can’t get flustered out there because that could lead to a mistake.
America:You think?
Tiffany comes back into the ring and starts taunting Vance. As she taunts Vance she walks up to him in the middle of the ring and slaps Vance across the face. Vance looks back at Tiffany with his eyes wide open. Tiffany turns and starts to run away from Vance. Vance starts to chase after Tiffany. Tiffany slides out of the ring and Vance follows her out of the ring. Tiffany starts to run around the ring as Vance gives chase. Tiffany slides back into the ring and stands up as Vance slides back into the ring. Tiffany begins to stomp Vance and then delivers an elbow to the back of Vance’s head. Tiffany gets back up to the feet and kicks Vance in his ribs.
America: Smart move by Tiffany.
Taj: Tiffany’s experience in the ring clearly worked to her advantage there.
Tiffany grabs Vance by the hair and stands him up. Tiffany backs up and measures Vance then delivers a superkick to Vance. Vance falls back and bounces off the ropes. Vance falls towards Tiffany who catches him and sets him up for a suplex. Tiffany goes to lift Vance into the air but Vance blocks the suplex. Tiffany attempts to lift Vance again and delivers a snap suplex. Tiffany goes for a cover.
One...
Two...Kick Out by Vance!
Taj: So close for Tiffany.
Tiffany starts yelling at the referee as Vance pulls himself up. Tiffany turns around and Vance delivers a clothesline. Tiffany falls to the mat and rolls over to the ropes. Tiffany starts pulling herself up with the help of the ropes. Vance charges at Tiffany again and delivers another clothesline. Tiffany falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Vance follows her out of the ring and Tiffany quickly slides back into the ring. Vance slides back into the ring and again Tiffany kicks Vance in the ribs. Again Tiffany goes for another elbow drop but Vance is able to roll out of the way. Vance gets back up to his feet. As Tiffany gets back up her feet Vance delivers a right hand punch to Tiffany square in the face. Tiffany returns with a right hand punch to the face of Vance. Vance hits Tiffany with another right hand. Tiffany attempts to hit Vance with another right hand but Vance blocks it and hits Tiffany with another right hand. Then another right hand that staggers Tiffany. Out of nowhere Vance goes for the Elimination (Step-Up Enzigiri) but Tiffany ducks and rolls Vance up. Tiffany puts her feet on the ropes as the referee starts the count.
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Torres: The winner of the match….Tiffany Lynn Page!!!
Taj: Tiffany has pulled it off and picks up the win in her debut match.
America: I have to admit that Vance put up a pretty good fight for a rookie. If he gets around the right people I could see him going far in 1WM.
We open up to a view of the hallways in the backstage of the Manchester Arena with the camera trailing behind the frame of “Old School Cool” Don Tirri who made his 1WM debut at Glory 11. The big Finn is wandering around, his eyes darting from place to place.
Don Tirri: Twenty-two fuckin years. That's how long it has been since I was here last. And I swore I’d never show up here again even if I was let in. But here I am. Lot of memories associated with this place. A lot of good ones and one fucking awful one.
Tirri turns to look at the camera, stopping as he does.
Don Tirri: For those who don’t know, I got my first big break in the business over here in the UK. Mainevented shows in this very arena more than once. And made a mess of my career in this arena at the age of 20. I walked down this very hallway and went out of those doors and never came back.
He points towards the end of the hallway which leads to the backdoor to the arena.
Don Tirri: And when I saw that 1WM had booked a show here, I was crossing my fingers I wouldn’t need to make the trip over myself. Because some memories are better left alone. And until Glory 11 went on air I was determined to not come. And then Alexandra Kruise happened.
The big man stops and leans against a wall, lighting up a cigarette as he does so.
Don Tirri: Darlin, I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re messing with… But you just poked your head into a hornets nest. See, thing is. I’m a pretty chill dude. Cranky at times yeah, armed with a weird sense of humor and lack of filter. But for the most part I’m respectful and courteous. But darlin, that stops the SECOND you stick your nose into my business. You say I’m taking YOUR chance at Glory? Darlin, if it was a fight you wanted all you needed to do was ask. We coulda done this the proper way darlin, in that ring. But I guess you’re just another impatient snot-nosed brat who thinks she deserves everything handed on a silver platter… you just made things worse for yourself.
The look on Tirri’s face is an unsettling mixture of anger and contempt as he continues.
Don Tirri: I flew all the way across the fucking ocean to the one place I want nothing to do with just so I can emphasize my point: Watch your fucking back darlin. I’ll be watching as you wrestle Faye tonight. Maybe I’ll return the favor. Maybe I won’t. You’ll never know. But mark my words darlin, paybacks a bitch. Because you chose to take the low road, you’ll be watching over your shoulder everywhere you go. Because the moment your guard drops. The moment you relax and think the danger has passed… I’ll be there. I’ll boot you in the face so hard that your mother won’t recognize her baby girl anymore.
Tirri takes a few deep drags from his cigarette, letting the smoke billow slowly out of his nose before he continues.
Don Tirri: I would’ve liked nothing else but to focus on the Glory Championship tournament. I would’ve liked nothing more than just to be allowed to what I do best, kick ass in that ring. But darlin, there ain’t no way in hell I’ll let this slide. 25 fucking years I’ve been in this business and to this day I have never let ANYONE jump me and not give a receipt. So I reiterate Alexanda Kruise.. Watch your back.
The Finn takes one last drag of his cigarette before flicking the butt at the camera.
Don Tirri: Darlin, you made your bed. Now you gotta lie in it.
Singles Match
Alexandria Kruise vs. Faye Lange
Alexandria Kruise vs. Faye Lange
The two women stand across the ring, glaring at one another. They both walk to the center of the ring at the referee’s insistence and stand toe to toe, Faye being somewhat stoic as Alexandria seems to be mumbling something inaudibly. Faye goes to strike first, but Alexandria manages to block the hit, holding Faye’s hand forcibly. But Faye quickly turns it back around with a one-handed cartwheel into an arm drag that sends Alexandria across the ring. Both competitors are quick up to their feet, but Faye is just a little bit faster and goes directly after Alexandria, hitting her directly with a knife-edge chop before hoisting her up for a Canadian backbreaker rack. After a few moments, which included Alexandria screaming, Faye drops Alexandria to the mat, gloating as she walks around her fallen opponent. Bending down, Faye yanks Alexandria up by the wrist and Alexandria hits her with a stiff elbow shot to the chest, causing her to stumble back. But Faye answers with a Superman punch before quickly following up by whipping Alexandria off into the corner. Faye measures Alexandria up, looking to hit a big boot to the cornered Alexandria, but Kruise was ready and ducks out of the way, leaving Faye to hang herself up. Alexandria immediately tries rolling her up but only manages to get a count of two.
Taj: These two women are giving it their all in this match so far.
America: (sarcastically) You think they’re in some sort of feud, huh, Taj?
Alexandria wastes no time in wearing down Faye who has gotten up to her knees, bouncing off the ropes for added momentum and hitting her with a running dropkick. She kips back up to her feet before hitting Faye with a cannonball senton. Instead of going for a pin, Alexandria goes to lock in an armbar but she has difficulty locking in Faye’s arm and eventually gives up. Instead, Alexandria gets up to her feet and pulls Faye up to her feet, hitting a swinging neckbreaker as the crowd roars alive. This propels her to start climbing the turnbuckle upon where she perches herself. Taking a look back at Faye to make sure she hasn’t moved, Alexandria then launches herself for Your Medicine ( corkscrew frog splash). But as she comes down, Faye gets her knees up and Alexandria lands abdomen first on them. Alexandria starts clutching at her stomach as Faye locks in Crimson Crush (katahajime)! Alexandria flails around, trying to reach the bottom rope with her feet. But she’s too far to the center of the ring and eventually has no other choice than to tap out.
Torres: Here is your winner by submission…Faye Lange!
America: Holy crap! Is this Faye’s first 1WM win?!
Taj: I’m not sure but this is a pleasant surprise.
The crowd explodes in cheers as Don Tirri stomps his way down the rampway to the ring. Don has all eyes on Alexandria, seeking revenge on her from her actions at Glory Eleven.
Taj: Here comes Don Tirri!
America: Get back is a must!
Alexandria spots him as he hops onto the ring apron. She quickly hightails it out of the other side of the ring before Don steps into the ring. Alexandria bolts threw the crowd as Don beckons her to come back and fight.
Singles Match
"Skye High" Skye Devereux vs. Andrew Garrison
"Skye High" Skye Devereux vs. Andrew Garrison
The match starts out with both competitors meeting up in the center of the ring with an instantaneous clash. Skye and Andrew trade blows back and forth until Sky fires off a chick kick that rocks Andrew, sending him stumbling backward. Skye charges forward and leaps up to hit a monkey flip, but Andrew holds onto her and manages to turn it around into a back suplex. Both are quickly back up to their feet and Andrew is the first to mount an offense, hitting Skye with a dropkick and then waiting for her to get back up before hitting her with a springboard elbow drop. He quickly follows it up with a tornado DDT before going for the cover in which he gets a count of two before Skye manages to get her shoulder up off the mat. Andrew argues with the referee as Skye uses the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet.
Andrew doesn’t look too happy as she sets Skye up for a snap dragon suplex… even more so when she turns things around and hits him with a tornado arm drag that sends him flying across the ring. She quickly follows it up with a shining wizard and a pin attempt of her own, getting barely a two count. Andrew and Skye brawl on the mat for a few moments before the referee splits them up and they get back to a vertical base. Skye is just a bit quicker than Andrew and whips him off towards the ropes, hitting him with a clothesline as he comes rebounding back towards her. She then stands a bit away from him and waits for him to get back up and come charging at her, ducking a clothesline attempt before hitting him with a knife edge chop that echoes through the arena. Skye then quickly fakes a chick kick before following it up with a super kick to the area of Andrew’s heart, a move she calls Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Torres: Here is your winner… SKYE DEVEREUX!
Taj: Impression win by Skye!
America: I’m surprised Skye and Andrew are even still employed here.
As the camera cuts to the back we can see Justice Cross in her gear and her hair just finished getting done for the show. We can see her just finishing her makeup when she looks into the mirror and notices Bianca Davis walking into the room behind her. Turning around Justice spoke to her.
Justice Cross: You know I figured since you have been blowing my phone up all week I should at least hear what you want for myself. And since you are here I can see you got my message. What is it you want Bianca?
Bianca chuckles in a smug fashion, keeping one of her well manicured hands on her hip.
Bianca Davis: Well, here's the thing Justice; It has more to do with our respective agent than anything. But trust me you are gonna want to hear what I have to say because its gonna turn this damn place on its head.
Bianca says with a small smirk, as she counties.
Bianca Davis: Well since Josh in his words thinks you’re too nice to the meat heads and you need some more bite. He asked me to help you with that, seeing as I am the kind woman I am I figured why not? Because you see we are both much more deserving than the lack of respect we are being given by these morons.
Justice Cross: So this is what you were blowing my phone up about? About not getting the proper respect that you deserve in this company? Let alone in this business? And on top of that you are telling me Josh sent you in here? I get it Bianca. You're frustrated. You want to help me? Fine. But this isn’t a one way street. You see if you help me then I have to help you. I know how this business works. Now I have a question to ask you! Are you more mad that Josh sent you in here to talk to me, or mad that I am his most valuable client, or is it that you are mad you aren’t taken seriously in this company not to mention this business?
BIanca rolls her eyes in disgust as she says in a bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: Well one I can care less what morons like VIP think about me if they don’t know what a threat I am then that is on them. I mean I did win my match last month against Faye who thought she could play at my game. Trust me the lack of respect is gonna stop sooner rather than later. That people waltz in here and get opportunities we should be given, and then we get the scraps from management? Like hello I was in the final three of the number one contenders battle royal and what did I get after that? Nothing, two tag matches, and a match with a rookie.
Bianca said with a hint of venom in her tone.
Bianca Davis: And now I have Damon? Like this is getting embarrassing. I have won gold pretty much everywhere I have been, and now morons think he's gonna wipe the floor with me really? Tonight, we know that is so not gonna happen. But ask yourself how many times you're gonna get passed over for a Pride title shot? See if that makes you frustrated.
Justice Cross: I was supposed to have another chance to get the Pride of 1WM title so yeah it makes me frustrated. In fact it makes me so frustrated I want to break Jacob Strikers face with my fist. But I can see how you are frustrated with things too. You may have Damon this week but honestly you’ve got that in the bag B. So if I let you help me then you have to let me help you. The only way I can help you is if you team up with me. I know that you have not had the best luck in the partner department but trust me I can be good for you. And you’ll become a most valuable client like I am. I mean Josh works for me so I can make anything you want happen. All you have to do is tell me what you want!
Bianca’s frustrated look soon changes and a grin grows on her face as she nods.
Bianca Davis: Yeah Brien Storm, he was good at first but then he just lost it I couldn’t deal you know? So I showed the whole world what happens when you displease Queen B. He outlived his usefulness to me. See use that, don’t play nice with him make him understand what happens when you cross Justice.
Bianca flipped her hair smugly feeling herself.
Bianca Davis: Damon, he's big, and strong that is true, bigger than me for sure. But here is the thing Wrestling isn’t just about physical strength it's about the mental game and honey when it comes to that I am always on point. He will see, along with these fugly disgusting English tea sipping morons in the arena tonight.
Justice Cross: You may have Damon this week but I have some second rate moron this week named Nicole. I’m not too worried about it because I have the match in the bag. I think you and I need to talk some more. Perhaps down in a sky box that has the best food imaginable in it. Trust me it gets set up for me every show! We can help each other B. What do you say?
Bianca smirks nodding her head as she says.
Bianca Davis: Now that is something I am quite used to myself see outside of circus freaks that inhabit this business the name Bianca Davis is one of the hottest. Oh, Ugcole? I wouldn’t worry to much about that freak. But, as far as the skybox goes I am can dig it girl.
Justice sets her makeup brush down and then the two begin to walk out of the room as the camera goes back to the ring.
Streaming Every 15th of the Month
Six Person Tag Team Match
Reapers, Inc (Michael Shaw, Sam Steele, and Kevin Hunter) vs. Mancini Syndicate (Isabella Terrano, Camila Morricone, and Viola Mancini)
Reapers, Inc (Michael Shaw, Sam Steele, and Kevin Hunter) vs. Mancini Syndicate (Isabella Terrano, Camila Morricone, and Viola Mancini)
The match opens up with Terrano and Shaw opening up, as the two tie up with each other. Shaw has the obvious size and weight advantage, as he transitioned her down with a seated armbar, and working on her shoulder early for his signature submission. He would bring his elbow down on her shoulder again, wrenching back, until Isabella stands up enough to transition him over with a snapmare. Terrano would favor her right arm a bit, before she kicked him in the back and runs to the ropes and connected with a blockbuster while he is seated. Confidently, she would tag Viola in, as they both lift Shaw up, and whip him to the ropes. Both go for a double back body drop, however, Shaw stopped in time, and drives them both into the mat with simultaneous DDTs.
Shaw would drag Viola over, as Isabella rolled out of the ring. He tagged in Hunter, as Shaw lifted Viola up as Hunter delivered a running high knee to Viola's head before Shaw dropped her and exited.
Hunter would lock her in a grounded sleeper hold, determined to choke her out, as Viola clawed at his forearm. Hunter would lift her up, before transitioning her into a half and half suplex, as he goes for a cover, but Viola kicked out at 2. Hunter would club Viola's back as she is getting up, setting her up for more damage, as he sets her up for the Haunting DDT and planted her with it. He gripped her by the hair and tagged in Steele, holding her in place as Steele hits Mancini with a vicious roundhouse to the face.
Taj: Alot of action to keep up with.
America: I mean, it is a six person tag match, Taj.
Steele goes for a pin, but Morricone breaks up the pin. Meanwhile, outside of the ring, we see Isabella sneak up behind Priscilla with the Fibre Wire to attack her and distract Kevin Hunter, as he would immediately rush to her, as Steele was also distracted as well. Viola would use this to hit Steele with a high angle back suplex, as she tagged in Morricone. Camilla rushed in with a running chop block as Steele stood up, immediately going for his leg. Outside, Viola would go out to save Isabella from the two on one beating she was taking from Hunter and Shaw, leaving Morricone and Steele in the ring. She goes for a brainbuster, but, Steele would counter into a standing neckbreaker. Morricone would crawl to her corner, as she lights a cigar and takes a puff while the referee was focused on the bedlam outside. Steele grabbed Camilla's hair, picking her up, but, she turned around to burn his cheek with the lit stogie which makes him scream in pain. She then tossed the cigar outside and quickly hits him with an Even Flow DDT while placing her feet on the bottom rope as the ref slides in to count the pin.
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With the bell ringing, and the Syndicate counted victorious, the Reapers pour into the ring as they all begin to brawl with each other.
Taj: And this has gone into total pandemonium! The Syndicate stole the win, but, the Reapers are making them pay!
America: It was their fault for bringing her around! What a smart move by the Syndicate!
Kevin Hunter and Michael Shaw are beating Camilla and Isabella toward the back, meanwhile Viola managed to hide away, as she emerges to punish Steele. She stomped away at his elbows and knees, prepping him for the concrete stiletto, however another woman in leather emerged with a pool cue in hand. She climbs over the barricade while Viola begins to run back as she gets in the way while Viola stopped in her tracks and falls back to scamper away.
Taj: Who in the world is this woman and why is she helping the Reapers?
America: That's not just some random person, Taj! That's Janica Jayden! It's Viola's old tag partner from OATH who she betrayed!
Janica would crack Viola hard over the head with her pool cue, laying her out easily. She would then raise it up, prepping for more damage until security rush out to separate the two, as we fade to the backstage.
The cameras cut to the backstage area where Adrian Lancaster is standing in between her clients Bradley Alford and Tom Torch. Tom is busy rubbing his hands together as Bradley is bouncing back and forth. Adrian can be seen holding a microphone in her hand as she gets the signal from the cameraman.
Adrian Lancaster: Good evening, what a night it is shaping up to be here in Manchester? Later tonight, the Dog Pound will get an opportunity at the tag team titles in what is called an Antichamber match. Tom, are you nervous about this match?
Tom laughs at the stupid question.
Tom Torch: Nervous, are you fucking kidding me right now? I am salivating at the fact that I can be more ruthless than normal. These tag teams in this match have no idea what is coming towards them. One team has been ducking us for weeks and now we will get our hands around their damn necks. Yeah, I am talking about those wanna be hood rats representing a group filled with morons and idiots. Before we stepped foot in this company, they did nothing but sat at catering. The moment we waltz into the company, that's when they want to make their presence felt. I find that hilarious.
Bradley nods his head while grabbing for the microphone.
Bradley Alford: There are more teams in this match that have been on our radar. Let's take the tag team we beat in the middle of the ring before their so called title match. I pinned one of them in the middle of the ring and yet they continue to act like the best tag team. I'm sorry but when we beat you cleanly. That notion you made went null and void. Now look, we are in a tag team title match. That is how you make an impact. We didn't need to talk out of our asses. We just continued to kick ass. That's exactly what we will do tonight. The Dog Pound will be the next tag team champions.
Tom Torch fist bumps Bradley as they walk out of the shot. Adrian smiles wide while looking at the camera.
Adrian Lancaster: I told you to keep your eyes focused on the Dog Pound. Why? Because we are the group that will soon be taking over OWM. It's only a matter of time.
Adrian tells the cameraman to cut as she just walks out of the shot.
Singles Match
Damon Xalvador vs. "Queen B" Bianca Davis
Damon Xalvador vs. "Queen B" Bianca Davis
Damon doesn’t look too pleased as he sees Bianca across the ring from him with her executive representative Joshua Samson, Esquire AND Justice Cross. But that quickly changes when Bianca comes charging towards him, the other two quickly getting out of the ring, grabbing two fistfuls of his hair and yanking backward with all her might for a hair pull backbreaker. Damon gets back up to his feet only to be met with an eye rake before Bianca hits him with a running bulldog. She goes for a cover and just gets a one count before Damon kicks out. She pulls him back to his feet… or at least tries to but he uses his weight advantage and pulls her down, quickly locking in a Boston crab. He keeps the hold locked in for a few moments, all while Bianca is screaming out in pain as she reaches out towards the ropes for her executive representative who is at ringside.
Taj: I’m surprised that Joshua Samson is out here tonight. It’s been quite a long time since he’s been at ringside with Bianca.
America: What are you trying to say, Taj? Joshua Samson, Esquire is a very business executive representative. He doesn’t have to time constantly escort his clients to the ring.
Damon eventually releases the hold on Bianca and yanks her up to her feet by her wrist, whipping her off into the corner before hitting a face wash on Bianca who seems dazed in the corner. Justice Cross tries intervening on Bianca’s behalf, but she’s taken out with a forearm smash! Damon pulls Bianca up to her feet again and lifts her up above his head with a military press. She tries to squirm her way out of it but is unable to and is instead sent crashing into the mat. Damon stands back and stalks his prey who is slowly getting up to her feet using the ropes but his attention is quickly diverted when Joshua Samson hops up onto the apron and starts a heated conversation with the referee about the actions towards Justice by Damon. This distraction allows Justice to slide back into the ring, help Bianca the rest of the way to her feet before the two women boot him in the stomach and then hit him with a double snap suplex! Justice quickly exits the ring.
Taj: No, no!
Samson sees this and retreats from the apron, allowing the referee to turn around just in time to see Bianca hit Damon with Coronation (shining wizard)! She smugly goes for the cover.
Torres: Here is your winner…. BIANCA DAVIS!
Taj: Bianca cheated to win!
America: It’s only cheating if you get caught. Remember that, Taj.
Experience the Big Bang
As Legendary 16 cuts backstage, we see the shared women’s locker room where Justice has returned and is just finishing smoothing her hair flyaways down. Once that’s done, she reaches into her bag, grabbing some hair spray to set her hair, then tosses it back into her bag while the other girls on the show go about their own business. After a moment, she’s approached by one of her co-workers with a cute white “ITZY” kpop t-shirt over a sleek blue, white, and red Union Jack flag variation of her ring gear.
Coda: Justice.
Justice Cross: What do you want?
The woman who would step into the antichamber in the main event tonight smiles gently from behind her face mask and idly fiddles with the strap on her forearm guard while she responds.
Coda: You said you wanted me to meet you face to face, yes?
Justice Cross: Yeah, I said I would meet you face to face! And I told you if you had something to say, you can come say it to my face. I’m not that hard to get along with. Now, what is it I can help you with?
Coda: You allowed Joshua to dictate your fate with Southern Rebellion Wrestling. You will allow him to ruin your One Wrestling Movement opportunities as well?
Despite Coda’s words, Coda sounds kind and understanding without a hint of hostility.
Justice Cross: First of all, I can assure you I spoke to Joshua about what took place. I mean, he works for me, right? But as for letting him dictate what my fate in Southern Rebellion Wrestling was, that is something I did not do. He chose to make those statements on his own much like Mel chose to make those statements on her own. And as far as him ruining my One Wrestle Movement opportunities, I’m not quite sure what you are getting at there. I’ve had a Pride of 1WM title shot, have I not?
Coda chuckles, tilting her head slightly as she looks back at her frienemy with a cold, analytical expression.
Coda: You could have told him to stop when it happened. You could have stayed with the company and fought Ursula regardless. You did not. Therefore, I come to the conclusion you are weak. You bent to someone else’s will, and this is disappointing.
Justice Cross: You’re absolutely right. I should have stopped Joshua, and I should have said something to him. I probably should have stayed and faced Ursula, but the fact is that I didn’t, and nothing can change that. However, being how I went through hell with my triple threat match a few weeks ago, I can most certainly assure you that I am not a weak person. Second of all, I don’t bend to someone else’s will. So if you’re disappointed, step in line, sweetheart, because there are plenty in front of you that I disappointed.
Coda: That—
Justice interrupts Coda’s rebuttal, grabbing her by the tank top and throwing her into a locker! As Coda staggers back to her feet, Justice took her hairspray out of her bag. Grabbing the fan-favorite Korean-American by the brown hair, Cross aerosol sprays the other woman in the eyes! Coda reels, knocked down to the tiled floor in front of everyone in the women’s locker room. Justice continues to strike with stops to the lower back of the writhing tag team specialist, fire in her eyes as she grabs some nearby makeup, spearing it all over Coda’s face before tossing it down to the ground! Justice tilts her head, then hits her Lights Out jumping cutter finisher onto the solid tiled floor the moment Coda’s back to her feet! With callous dismissal, Justice bends down and whispers into her colleague’s ear.
Justice Cross: You almost made me late for my match, but tell me something, Coda… Do I disappoint you now?
Standing up, Justice looks at the other girls, then walks out of the room with a sadistic smile. On the other hand, Coda thrashes in pain on the ground with her hand on her lower back. EMTs rush to her side after someone calls for help. Ursula Von Rossbach enters the room and sees her partner on the floor, her gaze narrowing as she looks immediately after a quickly exiting Justice. Her head lowers, fists clench, and feet go into motion as she heads after the woman with murderous intentions in her eyes.
Out in the hallway, Justice walks with a confident stride to Gorilla position, a smug smirk upon her face. The smirk is suddenly dispelled with shock and horror as she finds herself violently rammed into a brick wall by the side of her head via a gloved hand. Ursula had caught up with her with surprising speed.
Justice attempts to rally but Ursula’s knee finds the side of her head yet again, standing her up and slumping her against the wall. The Lady Terminator tears into her with violent left and right hand strikes, beating her down viciously in the hallway while everyone stares on with shock and horror written on their faces. It ends with a brutal headbutt possibly breaking Justice’s nose and sending her to the floor, blood spattered upon Ursula’s face from the impact.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Touch those I care about again, child. I will end you.
She then cooly turns and walks away, unconcerned for the consequences that may befall her actions. Justice sits there blinking, her eyes slightly glazed as she fights to form words and sentences for several seconds before medical help and security rush to her aid, albeit a bit late.
Singles Match
Justice Cross vs. Nicole Smoak
Justice Cross vs. Nicole Smoak
Taj: I’m surprised Justice is able to compete in this match after the cowardly attack on her by Ursula Von Rossbach. What has gotten into Ursula?
America: What has gotten into her?! You mean what’s coming out that has always been there, Taj? Ursula wants to portray the good guy role but everyone knows she’s a bad guy.
The match starts off with both women glaring at each other from across the ring as Taren tells her wife to do her best from a ringside seat as Joshua Samson claps for his client. Nicole smiles and then the two women lock up in the center of the ring. Nicole and Justice (with a bandaged nose) push each other back and forth for a few moments before Justice sticks a leg behind Nicole to trip her up. Nicole crashes to the mat but gets up quickly, instantly going after Justice with a roundhouse kick. But Justice dodges this attempt and instead Nicole skirts around to her back, hitting her with a backstabber! Nicole quickly scrambles for a cover but Justice kicks out at two. Nicole looks visibly frustrated as Taren continues to cheer her on. She pulls Justice up to her feet and quickly locks in an octopus stretch, even going so far as biting the wrist of Justice, forcing her to scream. Nicole eventually releases the hold and Justice scampers away, clutching at her wrist.
Taj: Did Nicole just bite Justice?!
Nicole smirks as she stalks Justice who crawls backward into a corner. Grabbing a handful of hair, Nicole pulls Justice out towards the center of the ring and starts setting her up for The Coronation (fisherman buster). But Justice counters and drives her knee into Nicole’s abdomen a few times unti Nicole releases her. Justice then fires back with a series of forearm smashes that drives Nicole back, the last one leaving her a bit dazed. This allows Justice to scramble quickly to the top of the turnbuckle before leaping off and hitting Nicole with a missile dropkick. Nicole takes a few moments to get to her knees only to be met with a shining wizard. Justice then takes the opportunity to pull Nicole up to her feet before hitting her with Lights Out (jumping cutter)!
Torres: Here is your winner… JUSTICE CROSS!
Joshua looks to the back and beckons. Immediately Bianca runs down the rampway and slides into the ring. She instantly starts to stomp away at the downed Nicole while Justice looks on. Samson instructs Justice to join in but Justice is hesitant.
Taj: This is uncalled for! The match is over and Justice won. Why have Bianca do this?!
America: To prove a point. But the bigger picture is, why isn’t Justice joining in the fun?
Taj: Because she knows this isn’t right!
Officials flood the ring to stomp the mugging. Samson verbally berates Justice while Bianca gives her the dirtiest of looks.
Coming Soon
The camera slowly zooms out from the ice pack at the lower back of Coda while an EMT wipes the Korean-American’s face with dabs of makeup remover. She winches at the touch of the cold cloth against her face, clearly bothered by its texture. After a moment, Ursula comes by to hand her tag team partner a water bottle.
Ursula Von Rossbach: A measure of payback granted, but only a measure. I imagine the fine with the lawsuit from Justice’s manager combined could be quite problematic if I had injured her in a more permanent fashion. I rarely give warnings.
She looks upon her partner, who looks visibly distressed. Her right leg shakes rhythmically while her eyes look down at her boots.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Will you be able to compete tonight?
Coda: Yes.
The answer is emphatic and immediate. The Seoul Samurai looks back at Ursula’s general direction with a look of disbelief, as if almost insulted by the very notion.
Coda: I would not do that to you. We will fight, and we will win!
Ursula’s head lowers a bit, black hair obscuring her features from Coda. She takes in a measured breath before continuing.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Your spirit is strong, but your body has been compromised, dear Coda. You were already suffering a minor injury before this event. Justice aggravated it. If need be, I can fight this match alone. My primary goal is to destroy the Kali Kartel’s numbers at any and all cost.
She looks directly at Coda with a face that is unreadable beyond the faintest hint of glare in her eyes.
Ursula Von Rossbach: There is no shame in choosing your health ahead of the mission.
Coda looks back at Ursula with expressive eyes, pain surging through her body as she forces herself to make eye contact with her caring partner.
Coda: No…
The words aren’t said with strength but a desperate whimper of sadness.
Coda: I cannot be weak... I cannot allow the Headhunters to steal the titles again, nor will I let the least known members of the Dog Pound succeed. The Tag Team Titles deserve respect...
The Pint-Sized Kaiju wipes her nose in her open palm.
Coda: No, I will not surrender to the Connelly Twins who think this will be easy without the qualifications to affirm their theory. The Shinigami Foundation are a couple of easily tearable paper tigers who call themselves the ‘neccessary evils’ of this bout when they are neither neccessary, nor evil. Most of all, I cannot allow the status quo of the Master Sisters to stay champion!’
Ursula Von Rossbach: You overestimate their chances. Opportunists may only win if the opportunity presents itself. If anything, your injuries seem severe enough to give them an opportunity that they would otherwise not have. I mean no disrespect, but you are in visible agony, and I feel pride may be overriding your judgment.
Looking away, she offers a small smirk, showing the first hint of humanity from her the entire night.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Much like I have done already… If this is to be my last night as a professional wrestler, then Ms. Coda, I would rather you be healthy and strong. Someone must avenge the fallen, after all. I doubt it will come to that, but if it does, then it does.
Coda listens carefully to Ursula’s words, then reaches for the icepack behind her. She shoves it aside, her back visibly red, and steps off the seated position of her hospital bed. Now on her feet, EMTs rush to her side in an attempt to get her to stop, but she remains standing. Ursula says nothing, simply watching her rise, hands clasped.
Coda: You might well be capable of defeating five teams in the chamber, but you will not do it alone. I refuse, not out of pride or a foolish notion of obligation, but because I. Will. Fight!
The shorter half of Symphony Of Destruction steps forward, ignoring all the doctor’s words around her.
Coda: You wish to stop me? Go ahead. We will fight.
Ursula rises to her full height from her seat, practically towering over Coda as imposing as ever. She slips her hands behind her back and steps forward.
Ursula Von Rossbach: There will be no fight in this hospital room. If this is what you wish, then so be it. I had hoped that I would have a convenient excuse to spare you from what you shall witness this night, my friend.
Her head lowers, a visible sign of acquiescence. Coda smiles wide behind her face mask.
Coda: You are aware of what happens next, then?
Ursula Von Rossbach: Destruction.
The Lady Terminator’s head lifts, stoic and focused as ever.
Ursula Von Rossbach: We. Will. Fight. They. Will. Fall.
Tag Team Match
Kali Kartel (Noelle Jansen and Bodhi Bose) vs. To Be Announced and Griffin Hawkins
Kali Kartel (Noelle Jansen and Bodhi Bose) vs. To Be Announced and Griffin Hawkins
Torres: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
"Wild Child" by W.A.S.P hits as Griffin emerges from the curtain to a positive reaction of cheers. He slowly begins walking down the aisle.
Taj: Okay, the time for speculation is over..because in a matter of moments we are going to find out who Griffin's mystery partner is!
America: Who do you think it might be?
Taj: Well we've heard many rumblings..some say it's gonna be Erick St.John, some say it'll be Lash Donohue, one rumor I heard recently was it'll be his old Tag Partner from HYBRID Wrestling, Stacy Jones!
America: You really think that hippie freak is that clever to pull off a surprise such as that?
Taj: Well he did manage to outsmart Kali Kartel on Glory Eleven...which brought on this match!
America: Whoever his partner is..they better be good. He's got Kali Kartel mad and they want payback on him and whoever is brave enough to team with him. Who knows maybe there is no partner and he's actually gonna do this all by himself?!
Taj: Griffin is not the type who makes promises and doesn't deliver!
Griffin pulls a mic from his back pocket.
Griffin: Okay...the wait is over. The Kartel has run roughshod over this place long enough. Me and my partner aren't gonna allow you two clowns to turn this place into your own personal playground..it's time to take this company back. You won't break me..and you sure as hell won't break....her!
"Whatever It Takes" by Imagine Dragons kicks in and out comes Victoria Salinas from behind the ramp.
Taj: Well this is a surprise! 1WM's newest signee has agreed to be Griffin's tag partner!
America: Is this chick crazy!? It's not enough that she's already competed tonight..but she's making herself a target for Kali Kartel by associating with Griffin! What has this idiot gotten her into?!
Taj: She doesn't look to have a problem with neither of what you said! This woman has held championship gold all over the world and is not afraid of anybody! She's here to stand by Griffin's side!
“Engel” by Rammstein begins to play as Noelle Jansen stomps out, head down. She makes her way halfway down the ramp before stopping. The chorus of Nicki Minaj's "Stupid Hoe" plays for the second time tonight and Zena Wright walks through the curtain with no frills at all. She walks down to the ring and steps in with Noelle by her side.
Taj: What in the world is Zena doing out here alongside Noelle?! We’ve seen her wrestle to a time limit draw with Victoria at the top of the show!
America: What in the hell?! Where is Bodhi?!
Taj: Your guess is as good as mine.
Kali Kartel glare a hole in both of their opponents. Victoria sees Noelle, shouting "You don't scare me bitch, bring it on!" as she takes off her vest. Griffin takes off his leather jacket. Zena looks ready to fight as Noelle can only smirk at the look on both Victoria and Griffin's faces. Victoria and Griffin stand in their corner of the ring and whisper amongst themselves for a moment, seemingly trying to come up with a strategy for the upcoming match.
Taj: It looks like we're about to have Victoria starting things off for her team...
America: And Noelle looks as excited as I've ever seen her about that one!
The referee looks at both Victoria and Noelle to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match before calling for the bell, making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Victoria steps toward the middle of the ring and pumps her fists into the air in order to hype up the fans, Griffin loudly showing his support from the apron. This seems to annoy Noelle quite a bit as she charges forward and tries to attack Victoria. Salinas leaps into the air, hitting Noelle with a Busaiku knee kick! The fans go wild as Victoria drops on top of Noelle and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: Did...they actually plan on using Noelle's emotions against her?
America: They might have!
Griffin continues to show his support for Victoria from the apron. Victoria grabs Noelle and starts to drag her back up to her feet. She hits Noelle in the mouth with a series of forearm strikes to wear her down. Noelle fights back as soon as she's standing by hitting Victoria in the mouth with an elbow shot that sends her stumbling back. Before Victoria can regain her balance, Noelle steps forward and delivers a few hard kicks to the ribs. The impact of the blows sends Victoria stumbling back. Noelle then grabs Victoria and shoots her across the ring. She waits for Victoria to return on the rebound before leaping into the air and hitting her with a spinning wheel kick! Victoria wisely crawls over toward the ropes and tries to pull herself back up to her feet, Noelle glaring at her and mumbling something under her breath.
Taj: The second that Noelle can really get going in this match, Victoria and Griffin might be in trouble...
America: Maybe. We already saw that Victoria and Griffin are capable of being smart. They just need to...keep being smart. I realize I'm asking for a lot right now.
Noelle grabs Victoria and pulls her in toward the center of the ring. Noelle immediately drives her knee into Victoria's ribs, doubling her over in pain. Noelle then grabs Victoria into position for a Northern Lights suplex, but Victoria is able to spin out of her grasp! Victoria charges forward and blasts Noelle in the mouth with a vicious forearm strike before pulling Noelle in toward her. She sends the groggy wrestler crashing to the mouth with a Russian Leg sweep! The fans show their support for Victoria with a thunderous cheer! Victoria turns toward Zena and gives her hips a shake to annoy the wrestler on the apron. She then bounces off of the ropes and tries to land on Noelle with a senton. Noelle rolls out of the way and causes Victoria to crash into the mat instead! Victoria's eyes go wide in pain before Noelle immediately hits Victoria in the mouth with a hard kick! Noelle then covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: I understand their plan of getting under the skin of their opponents, but...
America: Annoying Zena doesn't help that much when you've got Noelle right in front of you to worry about!
Noelle grabs Victoria's right leg and immediately tries to drop into a knee bar to cause as much pain as possible! Victoria's eyes go wide in pain as she frantically yells out, seeming like she's going to tap in an instant. Perhaps realizing she has another option to escape, however, Victoria pulls herself toward the ropes. Griffin uses his foot to nudge the rope toward Victoria. Victoria stretches out and just barely gets her fingers on it as the referee calls for the break.
America: WHAT THE HELL?! GRIFFIN JUST CHEATED!
Taj: America, didn’t you say earlier that it’s not cheating if you don’t get caught?
America: Quiet, you!
Noelle releases the hold and glares at the referee. Victoria uses the ropes to drag herself back up to her feet. Griffin tags himself into the ring and winks at Noelle, who angrily charges at him. Griffin sidesteps the charge and uses Noelle's momentum to ram her into the ring post! Noelle stumbles back before Griffin rolls her up.
One...
Two...Noelle kicks out!
Noelle angrily pulls herself back up to her feet. Griffin leaps into the air and hits her with a perfectly timed enziguri that sends Noelle crashing to the mat! Noelle pulls herself back up to her feet as Griffin delivers a few chops to the chest!
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Griffin then grabs Noelle and tries to shoot her across the ring, but Noelle reverses the attempt! She leaps into the air and hits Griffin in the mouth with a knee strike that sends Griffin crashing to the mat. Noelle drags Griffin by his hair toward her corner of the ring, tagging Zena into the match. Zena immediately steps into the ring and begins to stomp away on Griffin in the corner, briefly turning to face Victoria. Salinas shrugs her shoulders and winks at Zena, further enraging her causing Zena's stomps to grow more vicious. The referee finally has no choice but to pull Zena away from Griffin.
Taj: It seems like they're going to do the same with Zena as they did with Noelle...
America: Definitely not one of their better ideas…
Zena turns toward Victoria and yells something at her. Victoria simply turns her back toward Zena. Wright yells at her and then tries to refocus her attention on Griffin, who charges forward and hits Zena with a spear! He hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...kick out!
Griffin grabs Zena and tries to drag her back up to her feet. He locks her into a side headlock and begins to apply pressure in hopes of wearing her down. Zena frees herself from Griffin's grasp and trips him up. Before Griffin can drag himself back up to his feet, Zena grabs his hair and SLAMS Griffin's head into the mat! She then tries to lock in a headscissors to get Griffin to quit, but Griffin wisely frees himself from Zena's grasp! He tries to pull himself back up to his feet, but Zena charges and delivers a knee strike that sends Griffin crashing back to the mat. Zena grabs Griffin and tries to wrestle him into position for Wright Off (Omoplata crossface). Zena glances up and notices that Victoria is on the apron, taunting and drawing attention toward herself. Zena releases the hold just a bit as Griffin manages to roll her up again.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: Oh wow, that was close!
Griffin pops back up to his feet and hits Zena in the mouth with a spinning backfist! He then bounces off of the ropes. Zena telegraphs and Griffin responds with a running punt to the head! Zena wisely rolls over to the ropes to pull herself up to her feet as Griffin heads back to his corner to receive a bit of a pep talk from Victoria. Zena reaches her feet. Griffin ignores her and continues to talk to Victoria, who pats her partner good luck. Angrily, Zena tries to charge at Griffin in the corner, but Victoria pulls him out of the way! Zena crashes into the turnbuckle instead! Griffin tries to get her into position for Glam Slam (Michonoku Driver II)!
America: COME ON, REF! DO YOUR JOB!
Finally having enough of the referee ignoring Victoria’s and Griffin's antics, Noelle runs into the ring and blows past the referee, knocking Victoria off of the apron and out onto the floor! Noelle follows her out onto the floor and immediately locks in la danza de la muerte (Gogoplata while locking opponent's legs in cloverleaf)! Victoria taps frantically, but Noelle keeps the hold locked in.
Taj: Noelle seems like she'd had enough of Victoria’s and Griffin's mind games!
America: If Griffin can stay focused, he can win this!
Despite what America said, however, Griffin glances over down at Victoria with concern on his face. Zena uses this opening to escape Griffin's grasp and kicks him in the mouth with a superkick! Griffin crashes to the mat and tries to roll out of the ring to help Victoria---only to have Zena grab him and lock in Wright Off! Griffin struggles in pain but nonetheless is able to grab hold of the ropes! Victoria and Griffin continue to scream in pain.
Taj: Noelle and Zena both seem to be enjoying themselves!
America: Why wouldn’t they be? Just watching that punk Griffin suffer gives me butterflies!
The referee tries to force Zena off of Griffin to break the hold, Griffin somehow keeping his own grip on the ropes. The referee finally has no choice but to call for the disqualification! Zena ignores it and continues to do what she can do to hurt Griffin.
Torres: The winners of this match….Victoria Salinas and Griffin Hawkins!
Taj: Well...I guess Victoria and Griffin technically win the match, but...
America: But really they don't…
Referees flood the ring to pull Noelle and Zena off of their opponents! Griffin and Victoria both show signs of pain as the referees get their opponents off of them. Zena and Noelle look at their opponents in disgust before heading toward the back together.
As Legendary 16 returns Arley is seen on the 1Tron tying up her modified knee high Chuck Taylors and the Manchester fans suddenly go crazy for her, which prompts AK to look up from what she's doing with a huge goofy grin which gets the obvious response.
America: It's no surprise that this mental case isn't the champion anymore, Taj.
Arley Kirk: YUH, Manchester!!
Crowd: YUH, GRRRRL!
Taj: I don't think her connection with the fans has anything to do with it, America. But in the big gold belt division, there was certainly a changing of th..
America: DON'T!
Arley Kirk: Can't wait to get out there tonight with my good buddy Jakey and entertain you rabid fans while we take the Seoul Queens down outta that soap box empire they been building for themselves! Before they slip off and bust their dumb asses!
Arley smirks. The crowd cheer for this as AK quickly finishes tying up her other boot, stands up straight and then continues..
Arley Kirk: Striker and me have a score to settle, y'all. This one gon' be yet another intense tag match which just 'bout fakkin' passes 'em by, and it's only fitting that it's gon' happen in Jenn Drew's back yard!
Manchester give this a mixed reaction, and AK seems to understand this.
Taj: Jenni Drew is the hometown girl, after all.
Arley Kirk: Woah, woah. My peoples. Don't get me wrong. These two are highly intelligent, talented individuals! No question.
Arley gives a cheeky smirk.
Arley Kirk: All's I'm sayin' is. Striker and me? We're smarter. And more skilled. And a heck of a lot more efficient!
Arley paces a little as she chuckles, and this makes Manchester chuckle a bit too.
Arley Kirk:: Hey, now. I'm gonna go ahead and say that Rei Park doesn't deserve to be a frontrunner in the Pride title stake, yo. She DOES deserve it.
AK sighs and looks around before facing the lens once more.
Arley Kirk: Yuh. Y'all know it. You saw it in Vancouver when good ol' JD became the second 1WM World heavyweight champion in history..
Arley smiles. As she had been speaking, the Manchester fans had been growing louder and louder to the point where she had become barely audible over the top of them, but she picks up her entrance jacket and raises an eyebrow as she throws it over her shoulder before continuing.
Arley Kirk: Whether it happened in no small part due to the interference of someone who chose death or not..
Manchester POPS and then they BOOO for a second as they remember the situation.
Arley Kirk: Jenni Drew did it. She did that shiz. She deserves it.
This gets a mixed reaction as Arley pulls on her entrance jacket and grabs her LED wings which gets a small pop in and of itself.
Arley Kirk: What Rei and Jenn don't deserve, however, is to have their hands raised in victory tonight! This is OUR night, y'all. And you two can fight me if you disagree!
Arley smirks once more and shrugs, provoking laugh from the fans.
Arley Kirk: Oh wait! You ARE! And it's coming up soon! Can't wait to see you two again!
Arley does a backflip to her feet and lands with her arms stretched out, the neon pink LED angel wings flickering with their different colored bulbs as the segment closes out and goes back to the commentary desk. The fans in the background are highly excitable.
Taj: Arley wasn't kidding when she says she's rejuvenated! She's got more energy than she knows what to do with, America!
America: Of course she does! Little nitwit drinks way too much juice! Anyway, I'm sick of her. NEXT!
We cut to the backstage area where Zena Wright is standing, still in her gear and a towel on her shoulder. She is on her phone texting someone with a bit of a chuckle when Butterscotch Monroe comes rushing up with a microphone in her hand.
Butterscotch Monroe: Zena! Can I ask you a quick few questions?
Zena lowers her phone, looking at Butterscotch before flipping her hair over her shoulder with a smug smirk.
Zena Wright: Whatcha wanna know? How great does it feel to put on not one but two amazing matches in one night? How I had the most exciting debut night of anyone on the roster? Well girl, I am damn tired and I am very pleased I will have this whole place buzzing tomorrow too.
Butterscotch Monroe: I have to know, are you officially a part of the Kali Kartel now?
Zena Wright: I am an Oakland girl, born and raised. So when some of my new friends asked me if I wanted a chance to be apart of a group that will not only have my back but will elevate my career in a snap, what do you think I am gonna say? You are damn right I signed up. The Headhunters and Noelle reached out to me as soon as I signed and helped me out. I see that is isn’t just a faction but a family. So I am a Kali girl and if people don’t like it they can step up. I showed tonight I can go all night and I am always ready for a fight.
Butterscotch looks like she is about to ask a follow up question but Zena holds her hand up in front of her.
Zena Wright: Look, boo, I love your questions and style and all but I had a long night and I gotta go clean up and enjoy the rest of the show. Maybe next show you can hit me up again if you need a good interview.
Zena winks at Butterscotch before spinning and flipping her hair once more. Zena heads off, looking down at her phone with a grin as Butterscotch looks on. 1WM then fades back to the ring.
Singles Match
Solomon Monster vs “Ya Girl” Q
Solomon Monster vs “Ya Girl” Q
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
"Godzilla" by Eminem plays as Solomon Monster marches to the ring to a chorus of jeers from the fans.
“Believer” by Imagine Dragons plays and Q along with her masked beast make their way down to the ring.
Taj: America, this is going to be a rock’em sock’em affair!
America: I definitely agree with you, Taj. Q is no lightweight and of course Solomon brings the pain.
Solomon runs at Q and begins to pound away on her much to the delight of the fans.
Taj: Solomon is wasting no time in getting this match started!
America: You know, considering who he's up against...this wasn't a bad idea at all!
The fans uncharacteristically show their support for Solomon as he continues to try and wear Q down. Solomon shoots Q across the ring and waits for her to return on the rebound, launching her into the air for a back body drop! Q crashes to the mat hard, but nonetheless tries to pull herself back to her feet. Solomon charges, only to eat a boot to the face! The impact sends Solomon stumbling back. Q charges and delivers a clothesline that sends Solomon to the mat. She grabs Solomon and tries to drag him back up to his feet. Solomon shoves Q away before running forward, driving his knee hard into Q's ribs. He then grabs hold of Q and launches her over his head with a belly to belly suplex!
Taj: I'm not even sure this match has officially started yet?!
America: Sometimes, that doesn't matter! When you're trying to make an impact and you're in the ring with a dangerous opponent...
Taj: You do what you can! I get it…
Solomon waits for Q to pull herself back up to her feet. As soon as Q is almost up, Solomon charges but Q slams Solomon to the mat with a powerslam!
Taj: That is some amazing strength by Q!
America: You know Ya Girl Q lives in the gym!
Q glares down at Solomon and shakes her head. She motions for Q's Beast to step into the ring. Q's Beast does so as Q begins to stomp away on Solomon without a care in the world. The referee considers pulling Q away before instead trying to get Q's Beast out of the ring. Q's Beast shoves the referee away and joins in on the attack on Solomon! The referee immediately calls for the bell, but neither Q or her Beast seems to care.
Torres: The winner of this match due to disqualification….Solomon Monster!
Taj: This is what we were talking about during the pre show meeting?
America: It's unfortunate for Solomon, but no one should be surprised that this is happening right now!
Q's Beast drags Solomon up to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulders! Q steps out onto the apron. The two look at one another, nod, and send Solomon crashing to the mat with Q’s Lament (deadlift German suplex)! From there, Q and her Beast are relentless on Sol's beatdown. The fans rain a thunderous boo at them. Suddenly some of the fans switch from jeers to cheers as someone makes their way through the front row crowd.
Taj: It's Erick St. John!
America: What?! No! Where's the Kali Kartel?!
The rest of the arena crowd goes berserk once they realize that it is indeed Solomon's former Emeritus brother hopping the security railing. ESJ pauses for a moment to assess the situation before deciding to slide into the ring behind Q and her Beast. The two assailants are so engulfed in their actions that they don't notice ESJ behind them.
America: ESJ put Q and her Beast up to this! I know it!
Taj: I don't know, America…
As if a response to their inquiry, ESJ measures Q up as her Beast sees him and tries to warn her. However it's too late as Q turns to see what her Beast is pointing at and eats ESJ's My Redemption superkick! Q drops like a ton of bricks!
Taj: Erick nearly decapitated Q!
America: Holy shit! He's helping Solomon!
Q's Beast leaves Solomon laying on the mat and rushes ESJ. ESJ fights him off valiantly but the Beast's power soon takes over and it gets the upperhand. Q's Beast corners ESJ and unloads bombs on him. ESJ has no choice but to cover up. The Beast then grabs ESJ and prepares to shoot him across the ring. ESJ has the wherewithal to use the Beast's power, spin around, and hop on the Beast's back.
Taj: I think Erick is going for Humble Thyself!
America: Is he out of his mind? Q's Beast is too big!
Somehow ESJ is able to hook the Beast and drive him down. It's not a perfect crucifix driver but it's enough to rattle the Beast. ESJ quickly gets back to a vertical base and readies to re-engage as the Beast slides out of the ring to shake the cobwebs. ESJ turns to see Q stir. He measures her up again but the Beast grabs one of her legs and slides her out of the ring. ESJ just glares at the Beast and Q who is being held up by the huge masked companion. He slowly walks over to Solomon and crouches down to check on him.
America: Is ESJ going to finish Solomon off?
Taj: Stop, America! Obviously there's a stronger bond between these two ring brothers. This just got more interesting.
Q and her Beast head toward the back, ignoring the negative response that they're receiving from the fans as ESJ tends to the barely conscious Solomon.
Taj: That may not have been a victory for Q...
America: But it sure was a win!
The scene cuts in on Victoria Salinas, who is alone in the locker room. She does look a bit worn out and tired, but of course, this is to be expected out of someone that has just gone through wrestling two matches in one night. Still, despite all of that, she’s still showing some bright spirits. She’s incredibly happy that she got to introduce herself to a new audience twice in one night in the ring, but now she’s about to speak her mind just a little bit more so that her new audience can get more familiar with her.
Victoria Salinas: I know that the first thing that you’re thinking is that I am crazy for wrestling two matches in one night, especially when I’m making my 1WM debut. I faced some heavy competition tonight, there is no denying that and yeah, it was definitely a roller coaster all in all. But, it’s like I have mentioned before: you are all going to learn that I am one hell of a workhorse. Everywhere I go, I am one of the hardest working, if not THE hardest working, wrestlers on ANY roster. I have always busted my ass everywhere I’ve been. I’ve always shown a heart, a passion and a dedication to this business doing whatever it takes to get to where I want to be. That has always been me! For instance, on the night that I won my first world championship ever a decade ago, I did the same thing I did tonight in wrestling two matches in one night. I went through one hell of a ladder match to defend a title that I already had to earn a world title shot the same night, which I won. That’s just an example of how much I am willing to put on the line to achieve my goals!
That’s why when I had the opportunity to be Griffin Hawkins’s mystery partner tonight, I took that opportunity. I didn’t give a damn that I was already scheduled for a match earlier in the night. Griffin is someone that I know very well from a past wrestling company… one in which we dealt with our fair share of frustrations mind you… and there was no way I was going to pass this up. For me, this was a chance to really put myself out there and truly make a strong impression on a new audience. Those three words that I mentioned earlier: heart, passion, dedication… they are synonymous with who Victoria Salinas is! Griffin Hawkins previously mentioned the term ‘game changing’ when it comes to me, and he is damn right that I am a game changing competitor. It’s not just because of all the accomplishments that I have attained over my career, it’s because I have always been someone that has that ‘born winner’ mentality. I’ve always been that wrestler that has done everything that she possibly can to stand out and to be unique.
I’ll tell you this much…I didn’t come to this company to be ‘just another wrestler’...
Victoria takes a pause, allowing herself to deal with a little bit of the wear and tear of competing in two matches in one night, but also with a bit of the bitterness and frustration that she’s carried with her for a little while due to recent experiences.
Victoria Salinas. Any other wrestler wouldn’t have done what I did tonight. I didn’t come to this company to just fill up space. I damn sure didn’t come here to bust my ass, only to be cast aside for someone else. I came here to be the very best professional wrestler that AI can be because deep down in my heart, I have always proven that I am capable of that and I have always been willing to put ANYTHING on the line to reach that goal. I’ve been as successful as I’ve been over the years because of this and 1WM is not just another platform for me to maintain, continue and improve upon my earlier success, it’s going to be THE platform for me. If you don’t believe me, go back and watch what I did tonight. Tonight was just an example of what I can do and believe me when I say that there is far more where that came from because what I am is a WRESTLER… not a social media bikini model with a shallow ass nickname who has the personality of a barbie doll. And soon, you’ll see me at my fullest potential… the fullest it’s ever been. Mark my words on that.
Victoria maintains her fire and determination as she is quite happy with everything that she just said. Despite the pain she’s going through, she’s definitely in bright spirits as the scene ends.
Tag Team Match
"Real Rock n' Rolla" Jacob Striker and “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk vs. Seoul Queens (Rei Park and "Rebel Queen" Jenn Drew)
"Real Rock n' Rolla" Jacob Striker and “Suicide Blonde” Arley Kirk vs. Seoul Queens (Rei Park and "Rebel Queen" Jenn Drew)
Torres: The following contest is a tag team match and it is set for one fall!!!
"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 seven pounds, she is one half of Kawaii Trash Pandas GO,she is first ever 1WM World Heavyweight Champion, this is "The suicide blonde", Arley Kirk!"
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades..
"Necessary Evil" by Motionless in White feat. Jonathan Davis plays as Jacob Striker makes his way out.
Torres: And her partner hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at six feet even….he is the current Pride of 1WM Champion...he is the Real Rock n Rolla….JACOBBBB STRIKEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 hailing 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 REEEEIIII PARRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew makes her way out to the ring.
Torres: And her partner hailing from Manchester, England….weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at five feet tall...she is the current 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...representing one-half of the Seoul Queens….she is the Rebel Queen….JENNNNN DREEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This is a power packed tag team match, America! On one side you have the first ever World Heavyweight Champion teaming with the current Pride of 1WM Champion. On the other side you have the Number One Contender to the Pride of 1WM Championship teaming with the current World Heavyweight Champion!
America: And this isn’t even the main event, Taj! On any other Legendary this would close the show.
DING DING DING!!!
Arley steps back and jumps into the Kirk The Bucket! (springing superkick) towards Jenn. Jenn drops to the mat and Arley flies over her. Jenn goes for a rolling cradle.
One...
Two...
T...KICK OUT!!
Rei and Striker start trading shots. Arley and Jenn get up and start trading shots as well. Rei nails Jacob and Jacob fires back. Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob, Rei, Jacob. Next to them, Arley and Jenn fire on each other, first Arley, then Jenn. Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn, Arley, Jenn.
Taj: The action is hot and heavy!
America: There is definitely no love lost between these two teams!
Jenn and Striker both grab at their respective opponents, Jenn on Arley, Jacob on Rei. They execute inside cradles in unison.
One...
Two...
TH...DOUBLE KICK OUT!!
Arley jumps into the Kirk The Bucket! on Jenn again while Rei jumps into her Snake Eyes (kaio kick) on Jacob! Arley covers Jenn while Rei covers Jacob. The referee sees Arley’s cover and drops down for the count.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Rei jumps up thinking she’s won the match for her team but the referee waves her off, pulling down her arm before raising Arley’s.
Torres: The winners of this match...Arley Kirk and Jacob Striker!!!
Taj: Arley is being declared the winner and Rei is livid!
America: Rei had this match won!
Taj: They were pinning at the same time!
Angrily, Rei runs over and drills Arley with a roundhouse kick! Arley goes down like she’s been shot. Rei pulls her right back up only to drop her back down with Burning Mandala (spinning brainbuster)!
America: Wow! I didn’t know little Rei had that viciousness in her.
Taj: That is so horrible and unprofessional!
Rei glares down at Arley before dropping down to roll out of the ring and pulling the groggy Jenn out with her.
Ursula Von Rossbach stands alone in a dark, quiet place, adjusting her gloves. Once satisfied, she crosses her hands behind her back and looks directly into the camera.
Ursula Von Rossbach: It is about more than an opportunity this night for gold and glory. I grow tired of watching individuals pretend they are monsters, acting as if others should be afraid of them and their insipid ways. I have been insulted and belittled by insipid fools that have been allowed to carry on for far too long with no repercussions for their actions.
A deep, measured breath is partaken through flared nostrils. The intense, withering scowl on her face says so much and yet she adds words to those feelings being allowed to surface.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Everyone in the Anti-Chamber match shall suffer because of you, Eric and Dexter. You want to pretend you’re monsters? I will show you what a real monster is. When we are finished here this day, you may never respect me.
The Lady Terminator leans forward, her hulking and imposing form rippling with power at the slightest flex of her arms.
Ursula Von Rossbach: but.... you. will. fear. me.
She then turns and walks away from the camera.
The World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from CSKA Arena in Moscow, Russia
Streaming May 31, 2021
1WM Tag Team Championship Match
The Antichamber Match
Symphony of Destruction(Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach) vs. The Dog Pound (Bradley Alford and Tom Torch) vs. The Shinigami Foundation (David Belmont and Alex Slayer) vs. The Connelly Twins (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly)
vs. The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway) vs. The Master Sisters (Moonlight and Aurora Master) ©
The Antichamber Match
Symphony of Destruction(Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach) vs. The Dog Pound (Bradley Alford and Tom Torch) vs. The Shinigami Foundation (David Belmont and Alex Slayer) vs. The Connelly Twins (Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly)
vs. The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway) vs. The Master Sisters (Moonlight and Aurora Master) ©
Torres: The following contest is the Antichamber Match for the 1WM Tag Team Championships! Four teams will be locked inside the inner pods while the final two teams begin the match. Every five minutes a pod will be unlocked at random and a team will be allowed to enter the Antichamber. After all six teams have entered, the last team left uneliminated will be declared the winners and the 1WM Tag Team Champions! Elimination can occur at any time after a team has entered the Antichamber and may be a result of pinfall or submission!
Nipsey Hussle’s "Last Time That I Checc’d" starts playing and the two California brothers, Eric and Dexter Calloway, walk out nodding their heads along. They make their way down to the ring, looking just as ready to party as they are to fight, which to them is almost the same thing anyway. The two men climb the stairs, entering the Chamber, and walk along the apron before entering the ring and entering their pod in the back left corner of the Chamber structure.
Torres: Introducing first weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds….representing the Kali Kartel….they are Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway….THE HEADHUNTERRRRRRRRRSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Here are two of the most hated men in the entire company, America.
America: The Headhunters are only hated because nearly everyone wishes they could be them! Eric and Dexter have no filter and tell it like it...and even more than that they are more than capable of backing it all up.
“Whatever it takes" by Hollywood Undead starts up and David Belmont and Alex Slayer walk out onto the stage as the crowd gives them a mixed reaction. The two men make their way down the ramp, walk to the ringside area and then step inside the Chamber to face The Headhunters in their pod. The two men step into the pod in the back right corner.
Torres: Introducing second weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred and twenty-three pounds….they are the team of David Belmont and Alex Slayer….THE SHNIGAMMMMIIIIII FOUNDATIOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!
Taj: And now what is quite possibly the hardest hitting team enters their pod.
America: There’s no disputing that one. If either one of them hit somebody, that person is going down and not getting back up!
Taj: You think The Headhunters are ready for that?
America: Duh...
Love is a Parasite by Blanck Mass hits and all three Master Sisters make their way through the cheering crowd to the ringside area. Moonlight leads them over the railing and they make their way to the door. Dawn takes her leave as Aurora and Moonlight walk up into the Chamber. They raise their 1WM Tag Team belts high for the world to see and then take their place in the right front corner pod.
Torres: Introducing next they are the current, reigning, defending 1WM Tag Team Champions... the team of Aurora and Moonlight Master….THE MASTERRRRRRR SISTERRRRRRSSSSSS!!!!!!
Taj: Here are the Tag Team Champions!
America: The match hasn’t started yet...
Taj: What is that supposed to mean?
America: It means they might be fine now, but look at what they are locked inside that thing with!
”Under Black Flags We March” by Arch Enemy plays as Symphony of Destruction make their way out, Coda itching to sprint down while UVR holds her back. Ursula Von Rossbach steps in front of her teammate and slowly starts backing down the ramp with Coda constantly trying to blow by her. UVR continues to try to calm Coda down, having next to no success. They come to the ring and Coda runs right in, immediately beginning to pace around the ring in anxious anticipation. UVR stands on the floor shaking her head. UVR nods and finally walks into the Chamber as well. She pats her Coda’s shoulder and then the two enter the last pod on the front left.
Torres: Introducing next at a total combined weight of three hundred and sixty-one pounds...they are Coda and Ursula Von Rossbach…. SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTIOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This team was a last minute insertion into this match and they are highly favored to walk out of the Antichamber victorious as the new Tag Team Champions.
America: Doubt it. Everyone in this match is cocky BUT Coda and especially that pompous Ursula are off the charts cocky. It’s that cockiness that’s going to be their undoing tonight.
"Love to the Beat" by Warner Chappell Production Music hits as Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly make their way onto the stage. The identical twins make their way down the ramp slowly, cautiously. They enter the Chamber and look around the ring, smirking.
Torres: Introducing next weighing in at a total combined weight of two hundred and forty-five pounds….they are the team of Angelita Henderson and Kylie Connelly….THE CONNELLY TWINNNNNSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: This is, without a doubt, the biggest match for either of these women!
America: Possibly the meanest too.
Taj: And with no rules...
The lights go out, bathing the arena in darkness. As the siren goes off, red lights start flashing and ”Hide and Seek” by Eppic starts up. Dustin Holt steps through the curtain and leads his charges, Tom Torch and Bradley Alford, towards the ring. They walk down the aisle, almost seemingly enjoying the scorn heaped on them by the onlooking crowd. Dustin walks up the steps, slips through the ropes and then stomps to the middle of the ring as Tom and Bradley make their way to opposite corners. All three raise their arms triumphantly as the crowd boos them harshly, the teams in the pods before them, Coda and UVR in front of Tom and Belmont and Slayer in front of Bradley, glaring out at them, Coda going so far as to pound on the pod wall. Dustin exits and the two remaining Dog Pound drop down off the turnbuckles to turn and meet in the middle of the ring to stare down Angelita and Kylie.
Torres: And finally, weighing in at a total combined weight of four hundred and twenty-two pounds….the team of Tom Torch and Bradley Alford….THE DOG POUNNNNNDDDD!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The Dog Pound wasting little time in trying to stir things up with the Symphony of Destruction and Shinigami Foundation here tonight.
America: That could end up being a mistake but that assumes they survive The Connelly Twins and The Headhunters!
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: HERE. WE. GO!
The bell sounds and the four wrestlers stare each other down in the ring, Tom pairing off for the gazing with Angelita while Bradley and Kylie do the same for each other. The crowd rumbles in anticipation as the four stand in the middle of the ring, not moving a muscle, all of them seemingly trying to psyche out the others. Coda starts bouncing on the inside of her team’s pod and all four glance over at her, smirking cruelly.
Tom steps away from the group and waves at Coda. As Coda starts to hammer away even more on the pod wall, Bradley, Angelita and Kylie all follow suit, waving and almost laughing. Back in their own pod, Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway join in the fun knowing full well nothing is going to happen.
Coda steps back from the pod wall, practically shaking with rage as she watches the four inside the ring laughing. She glances over and sees Eric and Dexter laughing as well and punches the chain roof. Tom moves in closer as Bradley goes over to smirk at the members of Shinigami Foundation in their pod. Angelita and Kylie glance back over at the Dog Pound and then rush in behind Tom and Bradley. Angelita hits Tom with a heavy forearm from behind sending the man face first into the turnbuckles while Kylie nails Bradley from behind with a stiff forearm as well. Bradley hits the ropes and Kylie clotheslines him hard, sending him over the top out onto the steel grate floor! Bradley sits up, writhing in pain from the impact. Angelita shoots Tom out of the corner and Kylie catches him for a wicked spinebuster into a cover.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!!!
Angelita moves over and nods as Kylie drags Tom up. She turns and flips off Coda and Ursula before shooting Tom off to the ropes. Tom rebounds and Kylie delivers a beautiful dropkick to Tom’s face. Kyle covers.
One...
Two...Bradley breaks it up!
Taj: The Connelly Twins are really bringing it!
America: If Angelita and Kylie have any chance in this inhumane contraption they will need to utilize their quickness with hit and run tactics.
Angelita moves in and starts trading punches with Bradley. Angelita, Bradley, Angelita, Bradley, Angelita, Bradley, Angelita, Bradley. Kylie stands up, dragging Tom with him. Kylie picks Tom and whips him into Bradley. Bradley falls into Angelita and the two tumble through the ropes out onto the steel. Kylie tosses Tom into the corner and then rushes in after him, crushing him in the chest with two flying knees! Tom tumbles face first to the mat. Smirking, Kylie rolls Tom over to take the cover.
One...
Two...
THRE...BRADLEY PULLS KYLIE OUT ONTO THE STEEL!!!
As Kylie and Bradley start to stagger up, the clock starts ticking down.
Taj: Ten seconds. Who is it going to be?
America: This isn’t gonna be good for poor old Tom no matter what!
TEN!!!
NINE!!!
EIGHT!!!
SEVEN!!!
SIX!!!
FIVE!!!
FOUR!!!
THREE!!!
TWO!!!
ONE!!!
The lights dim to let the spotlights start to shuffle through all four corners until a buzzer sounds. The lights stop on the Symphony of Destruction pod. The door opens and Coda and UVR rush into the Chamber. Tom staggers up and eats a clothesline from behind from Angelita. As Tom goes down, Coda and UVR catch Angelita coming in for a spear/dropkick combo. Kylie and Bradley stand up on the steel and start hammering away on each other. Coda covers Angelita.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!!
Torres: The Connelly Twins have been eliminated!
America: Well damn!
Taj: Symphony of Destruction came into the Antichamber hot and heavy!
America: So much for the twins gaining the titles.
Kylie grabs Bradley with both hands and tosses him into the Chamber wall. Bradley bounces off the chains and Kylie cracks him in the mouth with an elbow to knock him down again. The fans cheer loudly as Kylie drags Alford back up and there are a couple of ominous “POP” sounds as Connelly bounces his head off the glass of the nearby pod.
Taj: Kylie trying to break that glass! This could get gory!
Nearby, Coda and UVR get to their feet and start to move in on Tom. Kylie moves into the ring and drops UVR with a running bulldog as Angelita staggers up and hits a double knee backbreaker to Coda!
Taj: That move from Angelita on Coda can’t be good for Coda’s already injured back?
America: Coda knew the risks coming into this match. She’s let her own pride and Urusula’s lust for notoriety get her into a situation that could be career ending.
The Chamber opens and referees pour into the structure to try and move The Connelly Twins off. Angelita and Kylie each punch a couple of referees before security enters and manages to hustle the two women out of the Chamber.
Taj: The Connelly Twins might have just left their mark on this match even in defeat!
The spare referees help their brethren out as the clock starts to tick down again.
TEN!!!
NINE!!!
EIGHT!!!
SEVEN!!!
SIX!!!
FIVE!!!
FOUR!!!
THREE!!!
TWO!!!
ONE!!!
The lights dim to let the spotlights start to shuffle through all four corners until a buzzer sounds. The lights stop on the Master Sisters pod. The door opens and Moonlight and Aurora rush into the ring just as Tom staggers up to his feet. The Champions catch him with a double dropkick and then run to opposite sides of the ring. They rebound off the ropes and Aurora goes into a tumbling pass that ends with a senton splash at the same time that Moonlight comes in with a running leg drop. Moonlight holds for the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...BRADLEY MAKES THE SAVE!
Bradley gets to his knees and the Master Sisters hit him with stereo enziguris. Bradley goes down and Aurora goes to cover him. As she does, Coda reaches up and rolls her up from behind.
One...
Two...
T...AURORA KICKS OUT!
Taj: You have to wonder how long Coda’s back can hold up the longer the Symphony of Destruction lasts in this?
America: Adrenaline and cortisone injection will only take you so far.
Moonlight turns and snaps off a kick at a rising UVR but the Lady Terminator catches her leg and spins into a dragon screw leg whip. Moonlight goes down and UVR goes to pull up Tom. The Dog Pound member quickly pulls UVR down into an inside cradle.
One...
Two...
THR...UVR KICKS OUT!!!
Taj: Tom almost eliminating Ursula!
America: Goddamn it, Tom!
Bradley gets to his feet and cracks UVR across the back. He and Tom get UVR up and shoot her off to the ropes. UVR rebounds and Tom backdrops her into a dropkick from Bradley. UVR lands hard and Tom covers.
One...
Two...
TH...CODA BREAKS IT UP!!!
Aurora jumps into the fray and Bradley catches her for a sidewalk slam. As he starts to move in, the clock starts to tick down again.
TEN!!!
NINE!!!
EIGHT!!!
SEVEN!!!
SIX!!!
FIVE!!!
FOUR!!!
THREE!!!
TWO!!!
ONE!!!
The lights dim to let the spotlights start to shuffle through all four corners until a buzzer sounds. The lights stop on Shinigami Foundation’s pod. The door opens as Bradley turns to face them. Belmont and Slayer move into the ring and Bradley tries to rush them. Belmont and Slayer catch him for a double spinebuster before spinning off into clotheslines attempts on UVR and Tom. Both would-be victims duck and then turn into dropkicks. The Shinigami men go down on their back. Coda runs over to jump off UVR’s and Tom’s backs into a shooting star press!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Coda holds for the cover on Slayer.
One...
Two...
THR...SLAYER KICKS OUT!!
Coda flies off and lands across Belmont.
One...
Two...
THR...BELMONT KICKS OUT!!!
Coda gets to her feet and takes stereo step-up enziguri from the Master Sisters! Shinigami Foundation get to their feet as UVR and Tom look for running clotheslines. Shinigami Foundation catches them both coming in for matching Alabama slams! Both men drop down for covers.
One...
Two...
TH...BOTH UVR AND TOM KICK OUT!!!
Taj: There could have been two team eliminations right there!
America: You know I was thinking, imagine if Alex and David only worked for 1WM? If they could just focus on one company I bet they would have been our Tag Team Champions by now.
Taj: Well Shinigami Foundation could be on the cusp of being those champions tonight.
Aurora and Moonlight run up on Bradley and hit him with kicks, Aurora going low with a dropkick, Moonlight going with a big boot! Bradley falls back against the ropes and Moonlight hits him with a big boot. As he stumbles off the ropes, Moonlight can faintly be heard whispering, “Please don’t die”, before she lunges forward to connect with a KO Punch! Aurora goes to the ropes and Moonlight rolls away. Aurora leaps off with a beautiful moonsault!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The Dog Pound has been eliminated!
Taj: The Master Sisters with a beautiful tag team combination that led to the elimination of the Dog Pound!
The Chamber door is opened and Bradley and Tom exit looking none too pleased. Coda and UVR get to their feet as the clock starts to tick down again.
TEN!!!
NINE!!!
EIGHT!!!
SEVEN!!!
SIX!!!
FIVE!!!
FOUR!!!
THREE!!!
TWO!!!
ONE!!!
The lights dim to let the spotlights start to shuffle through all four corners until a buzzer sounds. The lights stop on the final pod housing of The Headhunters. Dexter and Eric Calloway rush into the ring. Coda and UVR catch Eric for a double flapjack! Dexter jumps on UVR to keep her from covering Eric. Coda turns and eats a Yakuza kick from Belmont. Dexter turns around and eats a backdrop driver from Slayer. Aurora and Moonlight drag him back up and hit Slayer in the back with a big boot/dropkick combo that sends him tumbling over the top rope out onto the steel. Ursula follows him out and whips Slayer into the pod with another ominous cracking sound!
America: Oh I do like what Lady Terminator has going here!
The fans are eating it up as Von Rossbach gives the signal and runs at Alex Slayer with a massive spear!
*CRACK!*
Taj: Thank goodness that glass pod just doesn't wanna break!
Ursula seems frustrated as she bounces his head off the mesh and rolls Slayer back into the ring.
America: Don't go speaking too soon!
Back to the action in the ring, Coda turns back around to face Dexter, and immediately stumbles back into the corner as he spits in Coda's direction and just bitch slaps the taste out of her mouth!
Taj: HOW DISRESPECTFUL!
America: Get on before you get spit on!
Taj: That's the ultimate in disrespect.
Dexter looks over and cusses as he sees Eric busily under fire from a UVR strike onslaught, and he seemingly changes his mind on what he had planned. D. Calloway drags Coda out onto the steel and goes to ram her face into the mesh, yet Coda catches him with a back elbow! Coda tries to drag Dexter back into the ring, but he holds his ground. This time, he tries to whip her into the side wall, yet Coda swings Dexter back around!
*SMASH!!!*
Taj: OHMIGOODNESS! Coda just hip tossed Eric Calloway through the glass pod!
America: This is why we can't have anything nice!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
As the other wrestlers hear the glass smashing, they all instantly run over, but nobody faster than Eric who launches over the top rope onto Coda with an impressive clothesline and starts to rain down punches on the Busan Beast! Coda's able to turn the tables and it devolves into Eric and Coda rolling around Dexter in broken glass on the steel while they punch the everloving hell out of each other!
Taj: While every team in 1WM has a hatred for the Headhunters, right now it’s Symphony of Destruction that hates them the most!
America: Eric and Dexter are part of 1WM’s Most Hated Group for a reason, Taj.
In the meantime, Slayer had climbed up on the top rope and then up onto the top of the pod for some death from above, yet had gotten caught by Moonlight Master who had hooked Slayer up for a top rope superplex, but Slayer was busily hammering away at Moonlight trying to avoid it!
Taj: Aurora's trying to make this a double superplex!
Aurora quickly climbs up there too. The crowd roars with approval as Ursula Von Rossbach moves faster than anyone has possibly ever seen. She scrambles up onto the top and manages to ensnare Aurora with a modified electric chair drop position, while Aurora has Moonlight in an awkward back suplex type predicament due to The Masters getting caught on their top of the structure superplex on Slayer and this causes the entire 'tower' to sway, and finally 'topple'!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Taj: TOWER SUPLEX ELECTRIC CHAIR BACKDROP COMBINATION TO ALEX OFF THE TOP OF THE MESH!
America: HOLY SHIT!
Ursula scrambles over for the cover.
One..
Two..
THRE...Belmont breaks it up with a guillotine leg drop to the back of UVR's head!
Taj: That was soooo close!
Belmont goes for the cover on Ursula as an act of defiance, but it backfires as he looks around. Coda grabs the top rope and launches herself back into the ring with a sunset flip on Belmont, taking him down and causing him to roll out of the ring and onto the steel. Coda rolls away holding her back in sheer pain. UVR drags Slayer back up, letting out a grunt as she powerbombs him right onto Aurora as hard as she can! UVR goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The Master Sisters have been eliminated!
Taj: The Tag Team Champions have been eliminated! The Master Sisters will not be retaining!
America: Cry me a river, Taj.
Belmont staggers up and UVR hauls him into the corner for an Irish whip before hauling him up onto the mesh atop the pod. The crowd grows ever more excitable as Ursula follows Belmont up there herself. Once there, UVR connects with a sitout piledriver through the mesh!
America: SIT OUT PILEDRIVER ON THE MESH! Or should I say, THROUGH the MESH!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLT SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
As UVR cautiously hops back down, Coda rolls out to the outside, pops up and hits the Sonata Knee (running high knee to the head) into a cover on Slayer, the referee diving into position.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The Shinigami Foundation has been eliminated!!!
Taj: Alex and David are eliminated! Either Symphony of Destruction or the Headhunters will be the next 1WM Tag Team Champions!
America: Ohhhh….it’s about to get bloody now!
Eric Calloway gets to his feet and tackles Coda through the ropes. As UVR steps back, Dexter groggily rolls her up, grabbing her tights as he does.
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Taj: That’s just...
America: That’s exactly right….that’s justice!!!
Taj: How can you say that?
America: Because it’s been a long time coming!!!
Torres: Here are your winners and NEW 1WM Tag Team Champions...Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway...The Headhunters!!!
Taj: This is just not right!
America: No, it IS right! The true kings are on their rightful throne!
Taj: But...
America: Uh-uh! No buts! The kings sit on their throne!
The Headhunters quickly snatch the title belts from the referee, make a beeline out of the Antichamber structure, and dash up the rampway without even looking back.
Taj: What a night we have had here in Manchester. On behalf of my colleague, America Vaughn, I’m Taj Hennessey Monroe, and we like to thank everyone for joining us at Legendary Sixteen “One Night in Manchester”.
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Butterscotch Monroe stands backstage.
Butterscotch Monroe: Ladies and gentlemen, the new 1WM Tag Team Champions, Dexter and Eric Calloway, The Headhunters.
Eric Calloway and Dexter Calloway walk in. Dexter is chugging a water bottle, the 1WM Tag Team Championship is over his right shoulder. Eric Calloway has his around his waist. Before Butterscotch can speak, Dexter raises a finger to silence her, and then spits water in her face. Shocked and appalled, Butterscotch drops the mic and wipes her face. Eric and Dexter raise the Tag Titles into the air.
Eric Calloway: This IS the new reality!
Dexter Calloway: This IS the top of the food chain!
Eric Calloway: We are The Headhunters.
Dexter Calloway: And we are THE 1WM Tag Team Champions!
The show fades on The Headhunters holding their titles up and screaming out “Kali!”.