Post by Legal Department on Jun 3, 2021 14:31:03 GMT -8
“Marionette” begins to play over the speakers as Jenn Drew walks out, the One Wrestle Championship slung over her shoulder as the crowd boos her. Jenn stands at the top of the ramp, a smirk on her face as she looks out at the crowd before she makes her way down the ramp and towards the ring.
Taj: An unexpected appearance by our 1WM World Heavyweight Champion to open up Legendary Seventeen!
America: As long as it isn’t that goodie two shoes Arley...
Jenn gets into the ring and raises the title high over her head, the smug grin still on her face as the crowd continues to boo before she asks for a microphone. She stands there in the middle of the ring for a moment as the music fades out and the crowd begins to die down a little bit.
Jenn Drew: There was a reason I had never come to Moscow before and after being here for a few days, I never want to come back to this trashy city and trashy country. I honestly can’t wait to get out of here and back home and on the beach in a place that’s actually warm and sunny.
The crowd picks up a little again with the boos as Jenn laughs before deciding to speak again.
Jenn Drew: But tonight, I’m here on business and that business is putting a little gnat and nuisance at the back of the line once and for all. Arley Kirk, the first One Wrestle Movement Champion. She had a nice run on top, but I put an end to that one two months ago. I was the one that finally beat the unbeatable Arley Kirk in this company. Nobody was able to take this title from her. So many different people had tried their damnedest to, but somehow, Arley always came out on top. That was until I finally got the chance I had earned at the title.
America: Preach!
Jenn walks over to the corner and hops up and sits on the top turnbuckle and smiles as she looks out at the crowd a little bit.
Jenn Drew: Everyone doubted I would ever get to this point. Everyone thought I wouldn’t be the one to beat Arley. Hell, they threw Griffin Hawkins into the match, just for the shits and giggles. And now, Griffin decides he needs to insert himself again into my damn business. Tonight, he decided to name himself special guest referee for the match and for some dumb reason, management thought it was a good idea. Griffin, I get it though, you’re jealous that I was the one in the spotlight and not you. You love to try and make yourself the center of attention whenever you feel like you’re being ignored. You need the glory, the praise, the cheers. You need that sort of validation and when you don’t, you act out and insert yourself into things that don’t concern you to try and make yourself relevant.
America: I detect no lies whatsoever.
Taj: Shhh...
Jenn drops down off the turnbuckle and goes back to the center of the ring. She adjusts the title over her shoulder and begins to speak again.
Jenn Drew: Griffin Hawkins, Joe Shmoe, it doesn’t matter who the referee is though. Tonight, I walk into the main event of Legendary as the One Wrestle Champion and I walk out still as the One Wrestle Champion. None of you may like it, but after tonight, you all will have to accept the fact.
“Marionette” begins to play again as Jenn laughs and drops her microphone and gets out of the ring, walking back up the ramp and through the curtain.
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY SEVENTEEN “FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: Who in the hell would have thought we would be having a show from Russia yet here we are, Taj!
Taj: Yes indeed, America, and what a night of wrestling action we have in store for everyone!
America: Well let’s not waste any time and get right into it?
Taj: That works for me. Away we go!
The cameras cut to the backstage where Butterscotch Monroe is standing with a microphone in hand. She has a smile on her face as a huge LED screen with the Legendary logo is hanging behind her.
Butterscotch Monroe: Butterscotch here, I have just caught up with one of One Wrestle Movement's newest talents, Greta Nyx. Thanks for joining me, Greta.
The camera pulls back and Greta is standing next to Butterscotch wearing her ring gear with a bored expression on her face. She nods her head a bit looking less than thrilled to be there.
Greta Nyx: Sure thing... So you got some questions?
Butterscotch Monroe: First off welcome to 1WM! Are you excited to be in the company? And how is it to make your debut in Russia?
Greta Nyx: It's really fucking weird to be in Russia. I've only ever wrestled in the US and Mexico so this is weird. As for being in One Wrestle I belong here. I belong on a bigger stage than I've been working and I'm going to show every single person what I can do starting tonight. I'm here to hurt people and make a name for myself.
Butterscotch Monroe: You are facing Janessa Sweet, any thoughts on her?
Greta Nyx: I don't think much about her at all. She seems bland at best. I hope she can step up and show me more in the ring but if she can't than tonight is gonna be an easy payday. I guess she plays football too? Go stick to that bitch and keep out of my ring. I was born into this business and I live for it. I don't let other sports or bullshit interfere with it. If Janessa thinks she can survive this match she will need to be on top of her game and forget about football or posting thirst trap photos online. This is going to be a fight and I'm going to make her squeal.
Butterscotch Monroe: Speaking of you being a part of this business, your father is...
Greta put her hand over Butterscotch's microphone and shook her head before yanking it away from her for a moment.
Greta Nyx: We aren't talking about him. This isn't about him. I got to this company because of who I am not because of who he is. Don't forget that or you'll be the one on the floor screaming in a few minutes, got it? Now stop asking fucking idiotic questions.
Butterscotch Monroe: Uh ok... Now one more thing...
Before Butterscotch could finish the question, Greta's eyes lit up as she saw someone coming at her from far away. She shoved Butterscotch out of the way and ran down the hallway, the camera turning to follow her.
Greta Nyx: Uncle Sol!
Greta finally gets to Solomon Monster who is in the hallway, wrapping her arms around the hulking man. He grins a bit, patting Greta on the back.
Solomon Monster: My little Greta. It is very good to see you.
Greta steps away, looking up at the large man with a grin.
Greta Nyx: It has been awhile... I missed you but it’s pretty crazy I was able to get hired here. Guess all that training paid off.
Solomon Monster: The surprise is that it has taken 1WM so long in hiring you. I had heard whispers of your name but was unsure if it was truly you. Conducting an interview?
Solomon pointed over at Butterscotch who was still staring at both of them. Greta glanced back at her for a second and shook her head.
Greta Nyx: She was asking some of the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. I’m over it.
Solomon Monster: Remember the lessons, Greta. While the majority of the "talking" is conducted within the squared circle, you must still make ample time to do the requirements out of the ring.
The grizzled veteran gives an approving nod to Butterscotch before turning his attention back to 1WM's newest hire.
Solomon Monster: No need to dally here much longer. Let us go to the Kali Kartel locker room. There are a few of my associates I want to introduce to you.
Greta Nyx: Awesome. I’m super stoked for tonight.
Greta bounced on her heels a bit and Solomon put his hand on her head with a bit of a grin on his face. She then turned and the two of them headed down the hallway towards the locker room. The camera follows them for a second before cutting away to the action.
Jordan and Janica start off the match in a flurry of blows as each one tries to knock the other off kilter. Eventually Jordan is able to do just that by hitting Janica with a front dropkick that sends Janica stumbling back, dropping her to one knee. Jordan is quick to capitalize on the opportunity hitting a step up enziguri. Jordan gloats a little, being a bit of a showboat before grabbing Janica and pulling her back up and whipping her off into the corner. She quickly follows it up with a corner splash and showboats a bit more after Janica falls to the mat by dancing around and stomping on her appendages. She goes to lock in a triangle choke and is able to briefly succeed before Janica contorts things around and manages to get Jordan’s shoulders on the ground.
One..
Two…Jordan kicks out.
The two tousle on the mat for a bit before they both get up to their knees. Once again they start trading blows back and forth but this time Janica is the one who comes out on top after nailing Jordan with a hard headbutt, allowing her to get up to her feet. She drags a staggering Jordan up as well, hitting a snapmare before following it up with a running boot. Janica looks like she’s going for the pin but instead pulls Jordan up again and hits her with a vertical suplex and floating it over into a pin.
One…
Two…
TH..KICKOUT!
Janica doesn’t look too pleased and argues with the referee as Jordan pulls herself back up to her feet using the ropes. Janica turns around and is blasted by a forearm which hunches her over. Jordan, using the ropes for added momentum, comes charging towards Janica only to be met with a back body drop. Janica wastes no time and pulls Jordan up to her feet before hitting Easy Rider DDT (jumping double underhook DDT) and getting the pinfall.
Torres: Here is your winner… Janica Jordan!
The view opens to show “Old School Cool” Don Tirri wandering the hallways of the legendary (pun intended) CSKA Arena in Moscow, Russia. The big Finn is dressed in his usual fare of camo pants, combat boots and a leather jacket, but this time he has added some decidedly Finnish-flavored accessories, the blue-and-white colors of the nation displayed proudly across the back of his jacket and under said jacket, instead of his usual merch-shirt, he is wearing a black shirt that has the finnish lion and the words “103 days of honor” scribed above it and the words “Thank you Nov.30th 1939 - Mar.13th 1940” scribed below it. What the shirt is referring to is the famous Winter War between Finland and Russia, so it is very much appropriate for the situation. Tirri walks past the pictures of the nigh-legendary players of the Soviet Red army hockey team, shrugging and sighing as he does.
Don Tirri: You know. I’ve been a professional wrestler for about 25 years, I’ve wrestled all across the world from L.A to London to Tokyo and back, but I’ve never wrestled in Russia. I’ve never even BEEN here. Not that I remember atleast. See, as a Finn, my relationship with the country and it’s people are complicated. But honestly? That’s neither here nor there. Because here we are, at Legendary 17, another step in the OneDub world tour. And after momentarily becoming the best damn announcer in the company at Glory 12, it’s time for me to return to in-ring action.
Tirri leans against a wall, fishes up a cigarette and lights it up, taking a few long drags from it before continuing.
Don Tirri: See, at Glory 12 I returned a favor to Alexandra Kruise. But a part of me is pretty sure this whole thing ain’t over yet. She doesn’t look like the kinda girl to let what I did slide, just like I’m not the kinda guy to let what she did to slide either. So I am fully, completely, 100% expecting her to show her face tonight in one shape or form. And because of that, I am looking to make pretty short work of my esteemed opponent…
He pulls the card to the show from his pocket and spends a moment to find his match there, his brow furrowing for a moment before he chuckles.
Don Tirri: Victoria Salinas? Gimme a second, I need to look her up.
The big Finn produces his phone and as the camera circles behind his shoulder, we see that he is scrolling through the OneDub-website, looking for his opponents bio. He finds it and scrolls it through, letting a small chuckle again before pocketing the phone and speaking up.
Don Tirri: So… Yeah. I had no idea who she is, and after looking through that bio… I still don’t really have an idea. We’ve had some very limited twitter-interactions and honestly? There is very little to latch onto. Fact of the matter is, I got a lot more important stuff to worry about in OneDub than some generic pretty face number 1412415. I got Alexandra Kruise to worry about, and the Glory championship tournament to keep in mind. But hey, I get to wrestle in Russia, and it gave me an excuse to drop by home on the way here. So it’s not all bad.
Tirri takes a few deep drags out of his cigarette, letting the smoke billow from his nose slowly before continuing.
Don Tirri: So, Vickie. Nothing personal but I’ll be kicking you in the face tonight and then moving onto more important stuff. I know this is a big match for you, your OneDub debut and all that jazz but I really couldn’t give a shit. I just need to add another W to my column and move on. So yeah, See you in the ring Vickie.
He flicks the butt of his cigarette at the camera and winks as the view fades to black.
Janessa and Greta start off the match by meeting in the center of the ring, locking up in typical fashion. They push each other back and forth until eventually Janessa has Greta pushed up against the ropes as the latter tries to get free. Eventually Janessa starts to drive a knee into Greta’s abdomen a few times. Janessa backs away after being separated by the referee, hands held in the air, as Greta stumbles forward towards her and finds herself being sent flying with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Janessa doesn’t go for the pin and instead quickly whisks Greta back up to her feet, blasting her with a few forearms and punches and backing her up into a corner. Greta has a glimmer of hope, throwing a few blows herself before Janessa drags her out of the corner and quickly hits her with a swinging neckbreaker. She smirks a bit before going for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH...KICKOUT!
Taj: Janessa the aggressor in this debut for both ladies.
America: Wait a minute! Hold up! So we’re going to totally ignore the little tidbit earlier when Greta called Solomon Monster “uncle”?[/color]
Greta gets a shoulder up just before the three count, frustrating Janessa who argues with the referee that it was three long enough for Greta to pull herself up to her feet. Janessa turns around only to be met with a sitout jawbreaker from Greta, rocking her a little bit. Greta is still a bit stumbly to her feet but is able to fire off a soccer kick, following it up spinning back first and then an enzuigiri after Janessa has dropped to a knee. She goes for a cover but the referee informs her that Janessa’s foot was under the bottom rope. Greta drags her a bit away from the ropes and manages to lock in an STF!
Taj: This could be it!
Janessa screams out in pain as she reaches for the ropes, Greta blocking these attempts. Eventually she releases the hold, walking a bit away as she recalculates the situation. She stands poised to strike, waiting for Janessa to get up to her feet before hitting her with Blood Moon (running single leg high knee)!
Torres: Here is your winner… GRETA NYX!
Taj: Greta emerges victorious in her debut match.
America: Hey, if she’s a relative of Solomon you better believe that this is only going to be the first of many more to come!
The cameras cut to the backstage area of the CSKA Arena as Bradley Alford and Izzy Marx are seen walking down a corridor with their fingers interlocked and their minds not on anyone around them. On camera it appears that the two are in a deep conversation as the audio doesn't quite pick up on it.
Arley Kirk: Yo, c'mon open up, Marx! I know ya in there.
The cameras suddenly shift over to Arley Kirk, who looks mad as a mad hatter and toting a Singapore cane. This is accompanied by the ominous sound of the wooden stick hitting the hallway doors with force. Door one to the left gets a serious beating and door two also gets the same treatment.
Arley Kirk: Hey Izzy, c'mon. Quit being a hidey hole wench. AK just wants to briefly exchange some words with you.
Door three gets a couple of stiff shots as well as a kick and an exasperated growl.
Arley Kirk: And by brief, I mean prolonged and torturous. Any by words, I mean beatings. Any by exchange, I mean your FACE!
Arley growls once more as she hits door number four hard enough to put a small hole in it while also breaking her Singapore cane in half.
Arley Kirk: God damn cheap piece of shi......
Arley manages to compose herself.
Arley Kirk: They must be a Marx brand.
Arley gets a small chuckle from the crowd watching as she holds up the ruptured cane and raises an eyebrow. She then proceeds down the hall. Meanwhile, Bradley and Izzy are still walking down the hallway not paying attention to anyone or anything. They stop for a brief moment as Brad notices a poster sitting on a random pole. Then he spots the same poster on a wall and becomes enamored by it.
Izzy Marx: Why are we stopping?
Brad's mind has completely shifted to the poster causing him to total dismiss the question. Izzy lets out an exasperated sigh while crossing her arms over her chest. She is just about to scold him when she hears something in the distance. She turns her head slightly to see Arley Kirk coming right towards them.
Izzy Marx: Oh fuck me.
Izzy mumbles to herself as she gently pulls her hand away from Brad. This sudden movement is the one thing Brad notices.
Bradley Alford: Where are you going Izzy?
Fear slowly begins to creep up onto Izzy as she glances around their location. She sees a sign that possibly reads restroom but she can't read Russian.
Izzy Marx: I have to go to the restroom.
Brad shrugs his shoulders while returning his attention to the poster. He begins to admire the artwork and the creativity as Izzy slowly backs up a few steps before spinning on her heels. She moves quickly down the corridor hoping to find an escape route. She comes across a sign that points toward a corridor. She quickly ducks inside it.
Izzy Marx: Where the fuck does this lead?
Izzy asks the question while hoping Arley hadn't seen her.
The scene cuts to Victoria Salinas, who is in her locker room. She’s got a confident demeanor going on, but she is definitely showing some signs of annoyance considering some of what she has encountered already in her brief 1WM career so far. At the same time, she’s not showing any signs of any of this overwhelming her at all and her confidence is incredibly high as she begins to express her thoughts.
Victoria Salinas: I would like to start off by discussing the big, hot topic that is surrounding me this week and that was when I chose to get involved in what had happened two weeks ago between Katrina Culpepper and Brianna Matthews. I’ve drawn some praise for my actions, it goes without saying. But those that want to criticize me for what I did are trying to tell me that it was none of my business and that I should’ve just let things take their course. Seriously? Brianna Matthews didn’t do a damn thing wrong to deserve what she did. All she did was do what any wrestler would’ve done and that’s go in there and win the match. What the hell did Katrina expect? For Brianna to just lie down and let her win? Talk about being a sore loser! If that wasn’t bad enough, you had Astrid watching this, sickeningly, with a smirk on her face, enjoying all of this. There is absolutely ZERO place in this business for what the hell they put Brianna through and there was no way I was going to stand for something. The fact that I intervened and she still ended up needing emergency room care really says so much about the whole situation. What it tells me right off the bat is that if I DIDN’T do something, her fate would’ve been so much worse. It’s possible that if I didn’t do something about that, her career could’ve been severely altered if not ended. I know in my heart that I had to do the right thing and that’s exactly what I did.
Some of you are going to think it was a stupid move on my part because that puts a target on my back as far as Culpepper and Astrid are concerned. Of course, you also have people saying some abhorrent crap to her on social media and it just makes me sick that there are people in this world that think that an assault on Brianna all over the outcome of a match is okay. Maybe there’s more to it than just that, but it’s still no excuse nor reason and I’ll tell you one thing, I would make that same decision all over again a hundred times over if I ever got the chance. That being said, there is a match that I do have to focus on and it’s going to be a bit tough knowing that I might have to have eyes in the back of my head, but I know what I can do in that ring. I know that I’ve mastered the art of real focus in that wrestling ring. So Don Tirri, you WILL have my full attention tonight and while you haven’t said much since our match was announced, I’ll say this for a fact: you hardly impress me. You haven’t said anything that has impressed me. On the rare occasion that you’ve actually said a word, you’re stuck in old school crap that nobody would understand and you’re making references to James Bond movies. Yeah, the title of this show is one too, but still…
Victoria takes a pause, rolling her eyes and showing her annoyance regarding Don Tirri’s demeanor.
Victoria Salinas: … I don’t have time for your ‘old school’ crap. There’s a reason why wrestlers like you are dated in this industry now. Throughout my entire career, I have always evolved and adapted with the times and that’s why I’ve been able to win virtually everywhere I have been. Griffin Hawkins sure as hell wasn’t exaggerating when he used the term ‘game changer’ in regards to me. Tonight, Don? What I’m focused on is having a win that I can be proud of. I wasn’t happy that I had a draw in my singles debut. I wasn’t happy that Griffin and I won by disqualification. Tonight, I get a chance to correct that by beating you and giving this company and this locker room a sampling of what I am capable of and a sampling of why I have been the winner that I have been from day one. You’re not going to break me, Don. You’re not going to beat me! And tonight? I REALLY get started on my journey as a 1WM wrestler!
Victoria leaves the scene ready for battle and soon afterward, the scene fades to black.
Victoria is all smiles as she dances around Tirri who just shakes his head before he grabs her by the hair and yanks her towards him, locking in a bearhug that squishes her. She tries fighting back by driving her elbow into his shoulder a few times and it seems to work, until he turns things around into a neckbreaker. Victoria seems a bit dazed as Don reaches down and pulls her back up. Victoria however boots him in the side of the head, causing him to stumble back and allowing her to get up. She instantly charges forward, only to get caught up in a sidewalk slam from Don who then goes for the pin attempt.
One…
Two…
T...KICKOUT!
Victoria gets her shoulder up just before the three is counted.
Taj: Don almost with the win!
America: Big Don may not know who Victoria is but he’s sure fighting like he does.
Don seems frustrated as he pulls Victoria up to her feet and gets her in a trap, hitting her with Morning After (trapped headbutts) that causes her to slump into the corner. Don waits as Victoria sluggishly gets up to her feet before charging forwards, looking for a corner avalanche. Victoria gets out of the way at the last minute, sending Don crashing into the turnbuckle. She rolls him up but he rolls through, getting up to his feet and being met with a springboard dropkick from Victoria. The two keep eye contact as they get to their feet.
Taj: Remarkable sequence!
America: Two very capable and skilled competitors going at in this match, Taj. But I’m wondering if perhaps we might see Alexandria Kruise or even Katrina Culpepper play a factor in the outcome of this match?
Taj: I sure hope not.
Don doesn’t look pleased and Victoria has a smug smile on her face. The two charge towards one another. Don goes for a clothesline but Victoria ducks underneath it and runs at the ropes, bouncing off them and hitting Don with another springboard maneuver, this time a clothesline before quickly following it up with a springboard moonsault. Victoria then backs up a little bit and waits for the perfect moment to hit Vanity Breaker (somersault reverse DDT)!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… Victoria Salinas!
Taj: WHAT A WIN BY VICTORIA!
America: I’m highly impressed, Taj. I didn’t think Victoria was going to pull out the win. I bet good ol’ Don knows who she is now.
It is in the backstage hallway that Ursula Von Rossbach is found in her full ring regalia of black studded leather. She looks mildly pensive as she regards the woman to her right, the 1WM Interviewer named Butterscotch Monroe, donned in her usual interview apparel. She smiles brightly with a microphone in her hand, commencing with her duty this evening.
Butterscotch Monroe: Butterscotch Monroe here and I have with me “Terminator” Ursula Von Rossbach, representing the Renaissance, Hatchet Clan and one half of the Symphony of Destruction. That certainly is quite a few teams to be part of, Ms. Von Rossbach.
Ursula gives a small nod of her head in agreement.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Indeed. I stand with only a few friends.
Butterscotch Monroe: I appreciate you taking a moment to answer a few questions. Tonight your match was originally to be with your partner, Coda and representing the Symphony of Destruction, but it was changed to feature you and Erick St. John as the Renaissance, taking on the team of Justice Cross and Bianca Davis. What are your thoughts going into this match?
The Lady Terminator strokes her chin, briefly contemplating her words before moving forward.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Professionally speaking it is like any other match. I must succeed despite our differences as team mates. I do not care for Justice Cross or Bianca Davis, so naturally, I have an outlet for any displeasure I may feel at not working with a partner that I have proper synergy with.
Butterscotch nods, bringing the microphone back to her.
Butterscotch Monroe: It would seem that you have a strained relationship with your partner tonight, Erick St. John. Why is that?
Again there is a brief moment of contemplation before Ursula inclines her head forward to the presented microphone.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I represent the Renaissance tonight, but I find myself at odds with Mr. St. John’s practices. He aids an enemy who wishes only to destroy that which he claims to fight for. Trust is naturally an issue, but nevertheless, I will do as professionalism dictates and set forth in a bid to win despite my misgivings.
Butterscotch Monroe: You clearly have strong issues with Cross and Davis. Justice attacked your partner during Legendary 16, costing both yourself and Coda what would have been a huge victory. This match has personal implications for you, doesn’t it?
There is a small curl on either corner of Ursula’s lips, indicating a shortly lived smirk.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Ms. Monroe, all business is personal when it is your passion. That being said, Bianca Davis has been a mild irritation at best throughout my career as a professional wrestler for many years now. Whether she is a regularly rival or just a sideline annoyance, I have ever enjoyed putting the smug little rich welp in her place at every opportunity that presents itself. This shall be no different. As for Justice Cross?
The Lady Terminator requests the microphone with a gesture. Butterscotch hands her the microphone and she turns to face the camera as it focuses upon her face directly.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Justice, you should consider yourself fortunate that one half of my team has the capacity for forgiveness. I keep my social circle incredibly small and to those who absolutely matter most. It is when you lay your hands upon one such individual worthy of that level of my respect and trust that you cost yourself a value far more than what was gained from the act itself.
Inclining her head forward in a manner that creates shadows around her intense dark eyes, Ursula glares into the camera. One can read the icy hatred within her gaze with far more ease than her otherwise stoney expression.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You are a self-proclaimed veteran that has wasted many of her years in the industry chasing ghosts and poorly preparing for the inevitability of an encounter of one such as myself. Had I faced you properly in another promotion, you would know well enough what hell you have brought upon yourself and why it is unwise to anger me. My only regret is that Coda has been denied her right to extract her pound of flesh from your miserable carcass. Then again, I might decide to leave just enough of you for her satisfaction.
It is then that an unnerving smile crosses her face.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Exactly how much is left depends on your conduct in the ring tonight, Mrs. Cross.
Ursula turns and hands the microphone back to Butterscotch.
Butterscotch Monroe: Thank you for your time, Ms. Von Rossbach.
Ursula Von Rossbach: My pleasure.
She turns and leaves the area and Butterscotch Monroe behind.
Butterscotch Monroe: Back to you, Taj!
The feed cuts and transitions to another part of the backstage area.
We open on a classic One Dub 'hashtag' Join the Movement banner sprawled across the hallway wall, and with the words "From Russia with Love" beneath them. Pacing back and forth from one end of the banner to the other, was none other than Vance Isaac Parker - VIP, whom was dressed in his now semi-expected wear of black track pants with a double pinstripe, sleeveless workout shirt, and dark elbow pads. A set of fingerless gloves and Reebok branded wrestling shoes completed the ensemble. For the usually jovial, take-it-all-in-stride VIP, he was more than serious tonight.
Vance Issac Parker: This has gone on long enough. Since day one, I've cordially tried to get to know everyone in our locker room, and for the most part, I've been successful at that. But y'see, there's been this one little problem with that.
VIP with his head down paces across the floor to the other side of the banner, then looks up once more.
Vance Issac Parker: And her name is Tiffany Lynn Page, rule-breaker extraordinaire. She's loud, she's unpleasant, and she walks these halls as if this business, these fans, and this company owe her the world. But y'know what, maybe that's fine. Everyone is entitled to their own unique world-views after all, fair-is-fair. The we had a match. Or," "VIP does air quotes, "a match. A match that was anything but regular as it was ripe with shortcuts and even outright cheating just to get that all important double-u.
VIP stops for a moment, then looks up.
Vance Issac Parker: Hey, I get it, we all want to look good. Coming from a reality television background, I of all people understand the push. And, y'know what, had things ended soundly and definitively, we'd be having a totally different conversation right now! If I'm beaten, I'm beaten, and there's no shame in admitting someone else had your number on a particular night. You can't win them all, and that goes doubly true in professional wrestling. But what happened last month at Legendary, that was anything but traditional. What happened was I went in for a match, and got bamboozled and sucker punched by the world's most arrogant, shrill woman. Screw me once, shame on you...
VIP throws a pair of shadow jabs - a right and a left - toward the camera.
Vance Issac Parker: But screw me twice, then shame on me. Tonight, Tiffany and I will step in the ring again, and tonight, there won't be any questionable tactics. Tonight, because Tiffany has already shown the type of woman she is, I will be ready. Tonight, the only person that wins, will be the one that can out-wrestle the other. And if she can do that, I'll happily come out on the following Glory and admit I was beaten. But that's not going to happen, and do you know why? Because if she could, then she would have already done so in our last meeting. Right? Otherwise why would you cheat and tarnish your reputation, if there was no need to in the first place? That says more about not just your own ability, but your character does it not?
Placing his hands down, and behind his back, VIP paces the length to the other end of the banner once more.
Vance Issac Parker: This is it, Tiffany. One more match, one on one. As a show of sportsmanship, may the best person win. I - and the rest of the;
VIP takes a step back, then slowly points around the empty hallway, finishing on the general area where the crowd would be seated.
Vance Issac Parker: ...You, you, you.......YOOOUUUUNIVERSE; hope that you reciprocate that same common respect. I'll see you out there.
At the sound of the bell, VIP cautiously puts his hands up to guard his chest and his face. Tiffany blows a mocking, arrogant kiss at him, to which he backhands away, before returning to his defensive stance. He motions at Tiffany, "come on!" to which Tiffany inches closer to him. Vance reaches out with a low kick to the ankle, but she quickly backs up, half way between the center of the ring and the ropes. Vance carefully watches, his eyes not wavering from Tiffany whatsoever.
Taj: Vance looks like he's learned a thing or two since their last encounter.
America: It's a couple minutes in, and Tiffany is clearly trying to bait this fool into making an easy mistake. Sis knows what's up, she knows sooner than later Vance will have to stop impersonating a statue and move around a little.
Tiffany takes a breath, and then steps forward into a lockup with Vance. Vance takes the early advantage into a side headlock, to which Tiffany quickly fights out, and quickly backs into the ropes. Vance cocks his head to the side and looks over his shoulder, to his mind, Tiffany seemed the one to be frustrated. Vance started to approach her, but again she ducked back between the top and middle ropes, forcing the official to step in the middle and cause a break. Vance obliges and with both hands up, backs away clean.
Taj: See, that's how you follow rules. There's no need for the eye gouging and knee lifts as you break away, like you see so often from so many others.
America: Suck up.
Vance this time shouts back at Tiffany. "C'mon, let's do this! You were so sure..." but Tiffany rolls her eyes into this stalemate. So Vance drops down to all fours, slapping the mat and insisting that Tiffany take the first move.
America: And here this fool got too cute, and he’s about to punt this whole match away.
Tiffany looks down at Vance, in this clearly vulnerable position, and with an arrogant cackle she throws her hair back and comes in with her arms wrapped around Vance's waist...until Vance quickly squirms and wriggles free, moving like lightning back behind Tiffany and with a rear waistlock, he pulls her up and back to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex! Tiffany's shoulders connect first with the mat prompting her to abruptly roll out of the ring, all the while a small round of applause for VIP's cunning gambit.
Taj: Impressive. I didn't expect VIP to have some collegiate expertise in him. He must have been really doing his homework. He's out to prove a point tonight.
Tiffany at this point was beyond annoyed. She kicked at the steel steps to make a small clunk noise while the official started counting her out.
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Tiffany started to slide in under the bottom rope, then as Vance approached, she quickly slid back out. She didn't have any intention of coming back to speed this match up. To that end, the crowd began to boo Tiffany's reluctance to re-enter the ring. She didn't care.
One...
Tiffany jumped up onto the ring apron and shooed VIP back, but instead he approached aggressively and paid for it, as she guillotined his neck off the top rope! VIP stumbled back and all around in a haze as Tiffany finally re-entered through the middle rope, and charged at VIP with a clothesline! VIP instead quickly ducked down, and got his weight up underneath Tiffany and brought her up for a spinebuster...to which Tiffany wrapped her legs around VIP's neck, and sent him flying with a hurricanrana! The landing however, wasn't so pleasant for Tiffany either though.
Taj: Wow what a sequence!
America: Of course the superior wrestler got the upper hand, though.
VIP slowly sat up, and back against the ropes as Tiffany got up to a knee. As she finished standing, VIP had barely gotten to a knee when Tiffany again came with a decapitating clothesline, but this time VIP pulled the top rope down, and Tiffany was sent flying over and to the floor below! VIP took a quick breath before looking behind him to see the aftermath of his desperate response. As Tiffany lay on the floor, the official began to count her out once more.
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Four...
Tiffany raised up her head and shook it once as she slowly came to. What on Earth was happening tonight she must've thought. But she had to continue. She couldn't let VIP actually prove himself right.
Five...
Finally, she pushed herself from the floor to her knee, and then to her feet. Without time to breathe, VIP had already stepped from the ring to the apron, jumping off with a short jump and a double axe handle, but Tiffany had the wherewithal to block...and send a reddening slap across his face for his troubles, before starting to run off! VIP gave chase, and by the time she got halfway past the second side of the ring, she rolled under the bottom rope. VIP started to follow, and Tiffany quickly dropped an elbow - but VIP backed out and Tiffany hit nothing but canvas!
Taj: Vance learned from last month, he has got her entirely scouted!
America: Don't talk to me.
Tiffany curled up and held her elbow, while VIP wisely slid in nearby but behind her, rolling to a three-point stance as he awaited her to get up. Right on cue, Tiffany did just that, and VIP sprang into action with the Elimination (step-up enziguri), tagging Tiffany behind the back of her head! The brash, loud woman went down like a ton of bricks as VIP saw the opportunity and made the deep cover, hooking the far leg as the official counted the fall!
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CRASH!
Cameras panning up reveal "Queen B" Bianca Davis standing above VIP and what would otherwise have been the first pinfall victory of his One Wrestle career! Instead what he heard was the loud repeated clangs of the bell signaling for the disqualification.
Torres: Due to interference, the referee has ruled this match a disqualification!
Taj: What the heck is this all about?!
America: Have you been living under a rock? Not only is Bianca friends with Tiffany, but she and VIP have also been at odds since day one. This was inevitable.
Taj: But why ruin a good match? Vance had the pinfall locked in, no way Tiffany was going to get up!
America: Don't be so obtuse.
Bianca pulled VIP up by his short hair, and sent shockwaves across his face with a slap of her own. "We run this!" could be heard as VIP shoved her back. She stepped forward again just in time to get whipped into the corner by VIP, and right as VIP followed after her, a hand reached out and grabbed his ankle, tripping him!
Taj: It's Tiffany!
VIP slowly started to get up, but it wasn't quick enough as Bianca came from the front and Tiffany got up from behind. The two double whipped him into the ropes, then followed it with a pair of simultaneous elbow smashes for the stun. Next they wrapped the top rope around his arms to trap him and...
America: Look at this fool. He could have just let it go, but now these two girls are gonna end him!
VIP kicks his legs frantically, but it was no use, he was tied in too well. Together the girls nodded at each other and the coup de grâce was near when suddenly Victoria Salinas slides into the ring behind the bad girls. The crowd explodes in cheers at the sight of Victoria. Hearing the cheers, Tiffany and Bianca turn around only to be hit with a double lunging clothesline from Victoria!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL IS VICTORIA DOING STICKING HER NOSE INTO THIS?!
Taj: She’s evening things up in there, America.
Both Tiffany and Bianca roll out of the ring, clearly satisfied. Victoria assists VIP in getting untangled from the ropes as Tiffany and Bianca make their way up the ramp to the boos of the crowd.
Butterscotch Monroe: I’m backstage with Driller Jaworski, who appears to be…
She looks up. The camera follows and we see Driller holding a production assistant straight up in the air in a vertical suplex position.
Butterscotch Monroe:…trying to drill a member of the 1WM backstage staff on his head.
Production Assistant: No, Mr. Jaworski, please! I’ve got a family to take care of at home! Please don’t drop me on my head!
Driller Jaworski: Stop squirming! It’ll be over in a second!
Butterscotch Monroe: Driller, I know you’re busy, but I was wondering if I could just have a minute of your time before your return match tonight against Chris Crippler.
Driller Jaworski: Make it quick. This little guy is a lot to handle.
Butterscotch Monroe: You wrestled your last match on March 15 and you spent a month and a half in a prison in Vancouver, where I doubt you were given much time to do any training. Do you think you’ll be rusty tonight?
Driller Jaworski: What are you talking about? I got plenty of training in jail. You see what I’m doing right now? I was doing this to plenty of my fellow inmates, except some of them weren’t as small as this guy. You lift up some 300-pound, muscle-bound gang banger over your head and tell me that’s not training.
Production Assistant: Please, Mr. Jaworski! The blood is rushing to my head! I might lose my vision!
Driller Jaworski: Would you shut up! I’m in the middle of an interview!
He looks back at Monroe.
Driller Jaworski: Do I feel rusty? No way. Rusty is what Chris Crippler is going to feel like when he wakes up tomorrow morning and realizes that a man his age can no longer sustain the physical punishment that someone like me dishes out.
Butterscotch Monroe: Fair enough. Before I go, I’d like to get your take on tonight’s big rematch between Arley Kirk and Jenn Drew for the World Championship. Who do you think is walking away with the gold?
Driller shoots Monroe a look and lets go of the PA. The PA lands on his feet and runs away.
Driller Jaworski: How could you ask me a thing like that?! This is supposed to be the night of my big return and you have the audacity to ask me about who’s going to win the World Title?! This is just like what happened back at Legendary 15! I debuted The Five-Minute Drill, the greatest five minutes in the history of One Wrestle Movement, an exhibition that saw a Hollywood celebrity get wheeled out of the arena on a stretcher! And what’s everybody talking about the next day?! Jenn Drew winning the World Title! The only people that gave a damn about The Five-Minute Driller were my good buddies Eric and Dexter Calloway! Do you think 1WM management put out a press release about how I put on a display of raw power the likes of which have never been seen before?! No! They were too busy celebrating Jenn Drew for ending the 20-billion-day reign of Arley Kirk! 1WM management didn’t even try to bail me out of jail! They just left me in Canada like they completely forgot about me! Maybe if they'd bailed me out, I would have been in the Glory Championship tournament and not that asshole William James Cordova and that bigger asshole Dustin Holt! Well, I’ll tell you this! I’m not taking this disrespect from anybody! Not from you, not from Cedric Southern, and certainly not from Arley Kirk and Jenn Drew! I’d grab each of them with one hand and simultaneously snap both of their necks if I had the chance! From now on, people are going to recognize the history that I’m making, and it’s going to start tonight when I cripple Chris Crippler and retire him! Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got to drop this…
He looks up and realizes he’s not holding the PA up in the air anymore. He looks around and realizes he’s escaped.
Driller Jaworski: You see what you made me do?! The little pipsqueak got away! You’ve ruined everything!
Driller runs off to find the PA. The camera turns back to Monroe, who is visibly shaken by Driller’s vitriol.
We return to the backstage area where Arley Kirk has just hurled her broken Singapore cane away in disgust and begins to kicking doors. Arley is entirely too busy with her own brain to have any awareness that Izzy Marx was standing right in front of her and looking right at her.
Arley Kirk: FAKK!!
Izzy is just able to sneak out of sight and down the hall. Arley takes a minute to catch her breath and leans her back against the wall.
Arley Kirk: I don't get this woman. When ya don't want her, she's all up in ya grille. When ya actually want her and have a problem with her, she poofs into thin air. Dafuq is she?
A small camera manages to catch Izzy walking down the corridor just ducked into while running from Arley. She stops for a second while glancing over her shoulder. She breathes a sigh of relief before looking at two double doors in front of her. Izzy shrugs her shoulders while looking around for a sign. She pushes open one of the doors as she can barely see the ring. That's when it dons on her.
Izzy Marx: How in the hell did I end up here?
She asks herself this question before moving across the threshold and looking around at the unwashed masses. A very disgusted look appears on her face as she pulls her mask up around her face and puts sunglasses on her eyes. She immediately shoves her hands in her jacket hoping no one recognizes her.
Izzy Marx: This is an odd place to be but that stupid bitch will never think to look for me out here.
Izzy spots an empty seat away from the riff raff that was sitting in front of her. She sees a couple making out and it nearly makes her sick to her stomach. She finally comes to the empty seat and plops her butt down. She glances around before pulling her cell phone out and tapping into the show's feed. As she is watching the show on her phone, the cameras show Brad has finally stopped looking at the poster. He looks up, sees the restroom sign and then looks around at both exits of each bathroom.
Bradley Alford: That's odd.
Brad stops a random couple and surprisingly speaks to them in perfect Russian. The woman looks at him strangely as he looks at her back.
Bradley Alford: Please, can you see if she is alright in there? It's been 20 minutes and she usually takes about three.
Izzy palms her forehead while hoping her husband would lose his voice. The woman returns to Brad with a look of no as Bradley is seen scratching the top of his head.
Bradley Alford: Oh no, this is not good. This is not good at all. Where did you go Izzy?
Brad begins to speed walk away from the couple who just curse uncontrollably at him. He looks back at them and says something in Russian that shuts them up. The cameras quickly pan over to see Arley shaking her head while moving down the hallway.
Arley Kirk: I'll give Izzy this, ya'll. I prove time and time again at the track that I'm one of the quickest professional wrestlers in the whole dang world. This purple headed potato has for now, given me the freakin' slip.
Arley looks toward the camera, paying homage to The Office, before shaking her head.
Arley Kirk: Whether it's stealth, cowardice or perhaps a little bit of both. Man, that takes some talent.
Arley sees the cane she threw earlier and begins to kick the remnants of it along the ground. She does this for a little bit before coming to a fork in the corridor. Arley shrugs her shoulder and begins to head down the left corridor which leads to the dining area.
The match starts off with Crippler and Driller meeting in the center of the ring. They trade verbal jabs back and forth for a few moments before Crippler fires off an European uppercut that sends Driller stumbling back, clutching at his jaw. He doesn’t look too happy when he looks up at Crippler before charging forward, hitting Crippler with a very stiff running clothesline, quickly following it up with an elbow drop before Crippler has a chance to get up. The veteran Crippler looks to be rocked as both guys get up to their feet. Driller ducks an elbow smash attempt by Crippler, spinning around and hitting Crippler with a hard big boot that lands square in Crippler’s chest, knocking the wind out of him as he slumps into a corner. Driller hauls him out of the corner and lifts him up onto his shoulders into a torture rack position. He pulls down with all his might, causing Crippler to scream out in pain. Driller keeps this locked in for a few moments longer before dropping down into a sitout backbreaker while keeping Crippler in the torture rack position.
One…
Two…
THR...KICKOUT!
Taj: It seems as if Driller is looking for every opportunity to really hurt Chris so far?
America: Well Driller has made no bones about wanting to get that rush from crippling his opponent.
Frustrated at Crippler’s kickout, Driller locks in a camel clutch, wrenching back hard on Crippler’s neck in an attempt to get him to tap out. But the storied veteran doesn’t give up so easily and thus Driller is forced to release the hold. Crippler is coughing and sputtering on the mat as Driller looks down at him, contemplating on what to do next. He whisks Crippler back up and quickly turns it into a backdrop driver. But he doesn’t stop there and once Driller has himself and Crippler back up to a vertical base, he hits Crippler with The Drill Bit (double underhook piledriver) before going for the cover.
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THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… DRILLER JAWORSKI!
Seemingly not satisfied with the win, Driller pulls Crippler back up and connects with another devastating The Drill Bit.
Taj: This is too much!
America: One can never get enough of a drilling, Taj.
As Driller attempts to pull Crippler up again, the crowd explodes in cheers as William Cordova, steel chair in hand, slides into the ring! Cordova wastes little time getting to his feet, lunging forward, and braining Driller with a chair shot to the dome! The chair shot only wobbles Driller so Cordova swings the chair again and this time connecting with Driller’s face, busting his nose!
Taj: Thank goodness for William!
America: Thank goodness for William?! That thug just assaulted Driller for no reason!
Blood leaking from his nose, Driller rolls out of the ring. William stands over the downed body of Chris while the crowd cheers.
Premiering June 9th, 2021
The feed starts up and we find ourselves in a quiet, shadow filled office somewhere in Moscow, the only light in the room is cast by a single lamp that sits on the wooden desk that seems to be the “center” of the room and yet it is from somewhere that we hear the familiar voice of the “Real Rock’n’Rolla” himself, Jacob Striker.
Jacob Striker: November of eighteen twelve, his Imperial Highness, Napoléon Bonaparte, fails in his attempt to conquer Russia due to his own arrogant belief that he was unbeatable. Mother Russia found him wanting and ended his empire. January of nineteen forty two, Adolf Hitler believes that he can do what no other man in history has done in his attempt to conquer Russian due to his own arrogant belief that he was unbeatable. Mother Russia found him wanting and ended his empire. Now in May of twenty twenty one, Rei Park believes that she can invade Russia and lay claim to the prize that is the Pride of One Wrestling Movement championship at long last.
From out of the shadows of the room, Jacob Striker emerges, holding his championship with a twisted smile on his face.
Jacob Striker: Mother Russia will find her wanting and end her empire before it is even founded. History, Rei, has a way of repeating itself in the most horrible of ways as both Napoleon and Hitler lost everything in the most horrible of final battles...and tonight is your own personal Waterloo. I have tried to tell you, Rei, that you are simply unworthy of being the Pride champion for this company for you do it not for the *pride* of this *company*...but for your own ego, which you have done nothing more than showcase this proven fact time and time again without fail over this past month and there is not a singular thing that you can do or say that will show otherwise. But to make matters worse, you and this match has come at truly horrible time as while before I have been very forgiving in my treatment of you in the ring, I have thrashed you from one corner of the ring to the next, from pillar to post and I have done so without the desire to do you any actual harm. Now, as I stand here in this office of all places...I don’t feel so “obligated” to be kind to you. You see tonight, Rei, tonight you will be made to suffer. You be used to be made an example of to those who do not understand that until *tonight*...I have been respectful of the collective group health.. Not anymore.
Jake walks around the desk and gently drapes his championship across the top of the desk before he sits down in the old leather chair, is squeaks under him like all fine leather chairs do as he fixes the camera with a hard look.
Jacob Striker: You have said many things in an attempt to be clever, Rei. You have constantly tried to use your fake Hakius to give you the advantage in each one of our verbal sparring matches...but tonight, when that bell rings, I want you to understand fully that the suffering that you’re about to go under is own damn fault and you’ll come to a full understanding of this when that rain of forearm strikes start to rain across your jaw and face...you’ll grasp that much needed fact when I hammerlock the cravate and you try to scream but find that the very breath has been taken from you. Tonight you will find out that what you assuming has been a game for you own little amusement, Rei, is in full actuality your own worst nightmare in the end, because in the end you will be found guilty and as you look up at me, being handed my championship back, you will finally understand one simple truth; You are just like your words on social media. Hollow. Hollow and empty just like your heart and soul, for you are nothing more than a pitiful little shell of a thing that I am going to enjoy crushing as proof to everyone as proof of what I say. And tonight, at Legendary 17, you will be exposed and worse. So come, step into my world and be revealed for the falsehood that you are.
Jake reaches over and picks up his title before the desk lamp which he smiles as the turns it off, dropping everyone back into darkness.
Jacob Striker: Go and pay your final respects, Rei Park, but don’t take too long because tonight, the Horseman is due a head and I am to *collect*.
The feed ends.
We have Bianca Davis and Erick St. John starting this match off for their respective teams. ESJ and Davis lock up, the Moscow fans booing and UVR scowling as they watch Bianca sidestep and poke the eyes of St. John before grabbing the hair and dragging The Forgotten One into a backbreaker. From there, Davis lays in the stomps on ESJ before dragging him back to his feet and seizing him in a headlock..
America: Bulldog attempt by The Queen Bee, ESJ shoves her off!
Taj: Dropkick by St. John! Irish whip by Davis, and a reversal by ESJ!
Bianca goes flying as Erick reels her in for a huge ripcord exploder suplex and Erick tries for the cover.
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Two...
America: Atta girl, Justice!
The fans BOO when Justice breaks up the pin attempt and a little more as she lays the stomps in on Erick, but they cheer right up as Ursula jumps between the ropes and runs in!
Taj: The referee thankfully restoring order before this turns into utter pandemonium!
Justice and Ursula are both ordered to their corners. Seizing the distraction opportunity, Bianca had applied an illegal choke on Erick and was really wearing him down as she slammed the back of his head into the mat.
Crowd: BOOOO!
The referee finally turns to catch it and he gets to a count of four before Bianca finally relinquishes. Davis goes for the cover.
Taj: Has Bianca done enough?
One…
Two...Erick kicks out!
Bianca snarls as she drags ESJ to his feet and seizes him in a headlock before dragging him over to the corner.
America: Justice popping the foot up for Bianca to slam Erick's face into it! Tag to Justice Cross.
Taj: The Moscow fans don't appreciate this double team!
The fans voice their disapproval as Justice and Bianca take turns at laying in kicks, stomps and punches in the corner before the ref breaks it up and orders Bianca out. Justice lays in several more cheap shots on ESJ before dragging him back up..
Taj: Justice going for that LIGHTS OUT.
The fans cheer as Erick easily breaks free and shoves Justice into the ropes, using them for leverage as he sends her flying with a release German suplex. Ursula and Erick's eyes meet as UVR calls for the tag. ESJ nods and starts to make his way over..
America: HAH! Erick can't move! That Simple Simon is hanging on to his ankle over there!
Taj: This damn team has done nothing except cheat!
There's a loud smack sound as Justice's boot meets the side of ESJ's head with a step up enziguri!
America: OH! And kick faces!
ESJ falls down to one knee.
Taj: Simon should stay the hell out of this match, America. Lest he wants to get hurt.
America: Speaking of getting hurt..
Justice moves in for the shining wizard, and the crowd POPs as ESJ rolls out of the way at the last second and reels Justice into a small package.
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TH...The referee stops his count!
Taj: That damn Simon AGAIN, placing Justice's foot on the ropes.
ESJ shakes his head as he goes to drag Justice up, but she meets the attempt with a shoulder barrage, and an open palm strike!
Taj: Cross with the Irish whip..
The fans cheer up as Justice tries for a backdrop, and ESJ meets it with a running punt to the face!
America: Desperation gutwrench neckbreaker by ESJ!
The roof nearly comes off the place as Erick crawls over and gets the tag to Ursula Von Rossbach!
Taj: CHANGING OF THE G..
America: NO! NO! STOP IT!
The fans POP as Ursula enters the ring and makes a beeline for Cross.
America: Big lariat turns Justice Cross inside out!
The crowd roars with approval as Bianca runs in and she eats a lariat too!
Taj: Lariat for Davis! Lariats for all!
Bianca tries to quietly crawl back to the corner. Ursula can feel the energy course through her as she beckons Justice back to her feet.
Taj: SAMBO CHOKESLAM on Cross! Justice bounces on impact! She doesn't want none of Lady Terminator!
The crowd taunt Justice as she moves for the tag, only for Ursula to sneer, grab her ankle and drag her back into her clutch.
America: Justice Cross missing with an enziguri attempt!
The crowd roars their approval as Ursula releases the ankle and deftly hauls Justice back to her feet.
Taj: Snap powerbomb! Justice looks like she could be done for!
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Two…
THR....Bianca Davis breaks it up!
Bianca sneers and kicks Ursula in the back for good measure, and then she lines her up for a punt, yet Ursula's instincts kick in, and Bianca finds herself swept into the calf crusher. The only reason Ursula releases her quickly is so she can meet the referee's count to crawl back to her corner.
Taj: Hah! Bianca thought she was slick!
America: Justice IS slick, though..
The fans BOO as Justice sneaks up behind Ursula with a roll up and gets her feet on the ropes for leverage.
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Two…
THR...The fans go crazy as Ursula lets out a grunt and HEAVES Justice off of her to break the cheating pin!
Taj: Holy crap!
Ursula doesn't wait to try to seize Justice in an MMA style vice for a good ol 'pounding, but Justice Cross is a slippery customer..
Taj: Von Rossbach and Cross both back to their feet..
Justice catches a lucky kick to the gut, doubling Ursula over..
Taj: Cross trying for the Irish whip and there's a reversal from Von Rossbach..
America: Davis is down!
Bianca stumbles back and falls off the apron as Justice haphazardly crashes into her on the rebound..
Taj: WOW! Ursula connects! This could be it!
Simon rolls into the ring to try to break it up..
Taj: MY REDEMPTION by ESJ on Simon! Erick rolls out!
UVR with the pin attempt on Justice.
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Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match...Ursula Von Rossbach and Erick St. John!
Bianca pulls herself up off the floor to look into the ring with utter disgust at perhaps Justice but for sure UVR and ESJ. Without even making an attempt to get back in the ring, Bianca turns and walks back up the rampway.
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The cameras once again head to the back as Arley Kirk can be seen walking down the corridor that leads to catering.
Arley Kirk: C'mon AK. Think like Izzy Marx. If you were an entitled shiz for brains with a chip on your shoulder, where would you go?
As Arley is thinking this out loud, the fans are laughing at the backhanded insult as the cameras pan to where Izzy is supposedly "hiding." The mask covering Izzy's face doesn't allow the camera to get a full glimpse of how mad Izzy is beginning to get after listening to Arley talking about her.
Izzy Marx: That stupid bitch has no idea what I am capable of inside the ring.
Izzy continues to keep her location a secret as she completely ignores the fans beginning to fill the seats around her. As she is doing so, the cameras cut back to Brad who is still searching for his wife.
Bradley Alford: IZZY! Where did you go? I know you said you were in the restroom but I had some stupid fan check for me. I don't think she understood me but still. You weren't in the bathroom. Now where are you?
Izzy doesn't show any emotion but looks deadpanned at her phone.
Izzy Marx: He's dead when we get home.
Brad starts to pick up his pace a bit as he yells her name out louder. Right as Arley turns the corner, she spots Brad looking like a complete doofus. She shakes her head before letting out a whistle towards him. This is able to get his attention pretty easily.
Arley Kirk: Yo, Brad. Where did ya insignificant other get off to? I broke a perfectly good Singapore cane looking for her.
Brad, with a dumb look on his face, gives Arley a look over while still drawing a blank.
Bradley Alford: Do I know you? Why are you looking for Izzy?
This brings a smirk to Izzy's face as she knew Brad hadn't met Arley Kirk yet since he is mostly in the tag team division with Tom Torch.
Bradley Alford: Why did you whistle at me?
Brad looks at the woman with a puzzled look on his face. Arley raises an eyebrow while looking at him.
Arley Kirk: I'm the bitch who has done more in my rookie year in the industry and is already one of the most decorated.....
The crowd lets a loud "Woah" as Arley pretends to be blowing smoke off her imaginary six shooters. She turns back to Brad who doesn't seem to be all that impressed.
Arley Kirk: Now you can either stand in the hallway like a stale bottle of urine or you can tell me where your wife is hiding.
Brad stands there not moving a muscle while crossing his arms in front of his chest. His demeanor changes slightly while looking at the woman.
Bradley Alford: I heard about you from Izzy. She said you were nothing but a disrespectful termite. Judging by the look of you, I'd say she is pretty spot on with her description. Now as for my wife, I don't know where she is but I do know I wouldn't tell you her location for anything.
Izzy's eyes begin to water as she listens to her own husband talking like her. After Brad says those things, Arley bends slightly at the waist while taking both of Brad's cheeks into her hands and begins to coo at him.
Arley Kirk: Awww, ain't that sweet? We got us a mealy mouth sycophant who keeps his cajones in his wife's boots.
Arley condescendingly slaps Brad a couple of times before releasing his jaw. Brad rubs his face as a look similar to Izzy appears on his face.
Bradley Alford: You don't fucked yourself.
Arley Kirk: All good, man. I'm just fakk her up harder.
Arley shrugs her shoulders as she turns on her heels and moves away from Bradley Alford.
Arley Kirk: It's a shame that you can't be your own man, Bradley. A proper shame.
Arley shoulders checks a pair of double doors that lead into another section of the CSKA Arena. As the doors are closing, Brad manages to say one final word towards Arley.
Bradley Alford: I don't hit skanks or shitless wanders. My wife is smarter than you. If I can't find her then neither will you.
Brad watches as the doors close behind Arley. He continues his search as the cameras cut back to Izzy.
Izzy Marx: That fucking bitch is just begging for me to break her goddamn hands and shove them up her own ass. If she thinks slapping Brad is going to save her ass then she has another thing coming.
Izzy's temper is beginning to simmer as she continues to watch from her secret spot. The cameras cut back to Arley who has made it into another corridor as she just chuckles to herself.
Arley Kirk: If Brad had two brains in his head, it would be lonely.
Arley rubs his chin as she starts to think about later on in the night.
Arley Kirk: I have wasted a lot of time and energy searching for a damn ghost. I broke a damn kendo stick over this mess. I will get to Marx eventually but right now I need to focus on regaining MY world championship.
Arley makes a very sharp right as she heads toward the dressing room area which happens to be on the opposite side of the arena.
Arley Kirk: I literally have my title match in close to an hour and I've used most of my time on a wild goose chase. No matter, I will still put on a show for these fans and become a 2 time IWM Champion.
The crowd pops loud as Arley continues to head for her locker room. The cameras cut back to see Izzy, now standing up to her feet and moving towards the double doors she entered this area from. A sinister grin is hiding beneath her mask.
Izzy Marx: It would suck if someone made it more challenging for Arley to achieve that ridiculous goal.
A sinister laugh escapes from her voice as she leaves back through the double doors. The cameras cut back to Arley who has just made it to her dressing room. Arley is doing some shadow boxing drills while thinking about Jenn Drew but also keeping Izzy Marx on the back of her mind.
Arley Kirk: Y'know, all this business with Izzy Marx is kind of my bad when you think about it. When she didn't think I was paying attention to her, she got it by brutalizing my brother Lash. I mean, I have been dismissive of her up until that happened.
Arley stops her drill and tugs on the collar of her shirt.
Arley Kirk: I have seen this exact persona play out way too many times. I thought it was just adorable but I was wrong.
Arley reaches her hand towards the handle and opens the door. She takes one step inside before looking back at the camera.
Arley Kirk: I guess I am paying for that y'all. However, out of the two of us? I can easily afford it.
AK smirks while she closes the door and disappears into her locker room.
This contest kicks off between The Beast and Coda. Q's Beast lunges at Coda several times and Coda is able to dodge and weave before grabbing an arm and reeling him in, knocking Beast down hard with a short arm clothesline. Coda misses with her seated senton attempt as Beast rolls out of the way. Both combatants are back to their feet and a deep arm drag by Coda. Beast is uneasy getting back to his feet and Coda uses his momentum against him, collecting Beast with a Japanese arm drag and rolling through.
Taj: Coda mounts the Beast and blasts away with repeated punches!
America: I can't believe that Q's Beast is taking' punishment like this!
Taj: Look at Solomon over in the corner!
As Coda lands punches to Beast, she quickly glances over to Solomon is aggressively shadow boxing in the corner, and then back down to Q's Beast just in time to eat a monkey flip and for Beast to dive on top of her with his own flurry of wild forearm strikes, elbows and punches.
America: Beast sure as hell managed to turn the tables!
Q's Beast drags Coda back to her feet and seizes her in a headlock.
Taj: Looks as though Q wants in!
The crowd heats up as Q's Beast drags Coda over into their corner and gets the tag to Q who gets to the top rope.
America: Beast getting Coda up in a vertical suplex!
Taj: I think Q is going for the crossbody!
The fans get even louder as Coda wriggles free at the last second and lands on her feet behind Beast.
Taj: Release German suplex sends Beast sailing!
America: Coda with a running avalanche arm drag to Q and she lands right on the Beast!
As the referee orders Beast out of the ring, Coda has the crowd in the palm of her hand. Solomon calls for the tag with a menacing grin on his face, and sections of the crowd start to BOO as Coda gets to her feet, marches over and tags him in.
Taj: Solomon like a shark smelling blood in the water, America.
Solomon charges in and delivers a fast series of stomps to Q and drops a fast elbow!
America: The Monster is on fire here, Solomon dragging Q back up. Irish whip..
Q hits the ropes and rebounds, Solomon growls as he throws a clothesline but Q ducks at the last second.
Taj: Samoan drop by Q!
Solomon hits the deck and Q lands a standing frog splash before going for the cover
One…
Two…
T...A stomp from Coda breaks it up!
Coda lands a kick to the side of Q's head before the referee regains control and shuffles her out to her corner. Meanwhile Q is dragging a groggy Solomon back up as her Beast sticks his hand out and calls for the tag.
America: Q with the whip into the corner! No..Solomon with the reversal.
Solomon ducks down for a backdrop as Q hits the ropes but she leapfrogs over him..
Taj: Solomon hitting the ropes now! YAKUZA KIC…
America: Q rolls out of the way!
Taj: Springing high knee from Q! Solomon is down!
Q lunges over to the corner and tags in her Beast who is bursting at the seams to get back in.
America: Beast hastily dragging Solomon up..
Solomon grunts as he blocks the attempt and the Monster starts blasting away at Beast with repeated open palm strikes as the crowd roars. Beast manages to block one and send Solomon back with a headbutt, and the crowd gets even louder as the two big men exchange haymakers in the middle of the ring!
Taj: Beast whacks Solomon!
America: Solomon whacks Beast!
Back and forth they go until Solomon lands a particularly big shot, sending Beast sprawling backwards into the corner, semi conscious..
America: Tag to Coda!
Coda hops on in and as Solomon growls something at Coda, she nods as they quickly fire away with kicks and stomps in the corner before sending Beast off for an Irish whip..
Taj: Solomon ducks down..
The crowd is on their feet as Coda takes a run up in the other direction and launches off Solomon's back..
America: SONATA KNEE!
Solomon scrambles out of the ring as Coda hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
THRE...Q breaks it up at the last microsecond!
The crowd is roaring as Q quickly rolls back out. Coda gets back up to one knee, looking daggers at Q. Before anyone knows it, Coda pulls a face and leaps to her feet, taking a run up at Q..
Taj: Q GRABS THE ROPES!
America: CODA HITS THE CONCRETE FROM A MODIFIED SONATA KNEE IN THE CORNER!
Solomon rushes into the ring, the crowd roars as he gets cut in half by a diving spear tackle from Q's Beast and crumples up like an accordion! Beast dives on top for the cover!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match...Q’s Beast and Q!!
Without missing a beat, the Beast and Q commence to laying the boots to Solomon, who doesn’t seem to be putting up too much of a fight. Favoring her knee, Coda pulls herself back up to her feet. Seeing the mugging going on in the ring, she grabs a steel chair and rolls back into the ring, attempting to help Solomon.
Taj: I don’t think this is a smart move on Coda’s part. She’s outnumbered two to one.
America: Where in the world are the rest of the Kali Kartel?!
Taj: You don’t remember that Solomon basically ordered them to stay away from this match at all cost.
Coda yells to get the attention of the Beast. Once he turns around, Coda tosses the chair at him. He catches it and Coda delivers a modified Symphonic Elbow (running spinning back elbow) into the chair into the Beast’s masked face! Coda turns to Q who thinks better of the exchange and slides out of the ring. She retrieves her Beast before smugly walking back up the rampway. Coda checks on the downed Solomon.
Taj: Q and her Beast won the match but you have to think this isn’t over?
America: Hmm, you don’t find it odd that Solomon seemed so easily...nevermind, we’ll talk about off camera during this intermission.
Suddenly a familiar and feminine Scottish accented voice interrupts the show. Russian subtitles are naturally provided to translate the person's speech for those watching at home as well as across the big screen over the stage for the fans in live attendance.
Voice: HELLLLOOOOOO MOSCOOOOWWW!!!! I'M UP HERE!
High up in the rafters the Ginger Ninja, Molly O'Hatherine sits with a big grin on her face, lights shining up at her as she addresses the crowd below. She's sporting black cargo pants, climbing boots, fingerless gloves, a hooded long jacket, and a bright green Hatchet Clan T-shirt! She shoots everyone a huge grin before addressing the crowd.
Molly O’Hatherine: Aye, what a time to be alive, yeah? Been watchin' two sides battle it out from the sidelines with one of me friends involved and I cannae' help but be a bit confused by all of it. Tha' more ya' watch, tha' more ya' start seein' holes in both arguments. The Renaissance wants change but seems ta' lack tha' teeth ta' make it happen. Their opposition, let's call them The Redacted because if I say their name, I'll be bleeped for, well, reasons. Ye'll know who I'm talkin' about easily enough by sayin' who their direct opposition is.
She twirls the microphone with her fingers for a brief pause before bringing it right back to those freckled lips to talk a bit more.
Molly O’Hatherine: Here I sit on the sidelines thinking both sides are kinda' fawkin' stupid.
Molly rises to a stand on those rafters, looking down at the crowd below her.
Molly O’Hatherine: Ya' see, I'm a woman who's tired of watchin' tha' same shite go down with all tha' predictability of a train on tha' tracks. One side says tha' old ways are tha' only ways while tha' other sees themselves as peaceful agents of change. Both seem manipulative. Both want to enforce their will upon a sport that's by tha' people and for tha' people.
Another twirl of the microphone as she starts to pace back and forth slowly on her high perch.
Molly O’Hatherine: Solomon and Erick, the leaders of tha' two factions, one a militant oppressor and tha' latter more passive in their resistance. Both claim to want what's best fer wrestlin' and yet both maneuver in ways that have me questionin' their motives. Wrestling is what it has always been and those who have tried ta' enforce any will other than that of the people's has always risked one thing, something the Russian people know all too well about.... Revolution.
She looks over at a camera rising up to meet her as close as it can, squatting down a bit.
Molly O’Hatherine: Be careful, boys. A third option is brewing beneath yer noses that'll disrupt it all and restore wrestlin' ta' what it's always meant ta' be; Beautiful Violence that is as artistic as it is trash, technical as is barbaric, and fair as it is dirty. Oppression only begets resistance and weak resistance only motivates those with more conviction and willpower ta' make up for tha' failings of peaceful passivity, yeah. Ya' cannae' be passive in wrestling, only proactive. I'll be watchin' from on high and when tha' moment comes, tha' Hatchet Clan revolution will begin whether ye' like it or not.
With that the redhaired Scotswoman steps forward off the rafter support beam to plummet to the floor below! It's then that we notice what her long coat was concealing the entire time: a mat black and hard to see rappel line attached to the beam. Her descent slows as she drops out of sight behind a divider wall, the line coming back up with her not attached. When cameras on ground level run around the entrance stage to where she dropped and look over this wall, they find that she's already long gone, having vanished without a trace!
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Pride of 1WM Championship Match
Rei Park versus "The Real Rock n Rolla" Jacob Striker
Torres: The following is the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
The upbeat tempo of “불타오르네 (Fire)” by BTS begins to play throughout the arena’s sound system as the beat and the anticipation builds.
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, followed by her manager, Kaede Tanabe. 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 first from Seoul, South Korea….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet three inches….representing the Seoul Queens...she is the challenger….REI PARKEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: It’s been an uphill battle for Rei to get a one on one rematch against Jacob for the Pride of 1WM Championship but she’s finally here and looking to walk out as the new champion.
America: I like Rei, I really do, but she really needs to make up her mind on whether she’s going to be a hero or villain.
Taj: Why? Why can’t she just be Rei?
America: Because that's boring as hell.
”"Necessary Evil" by Motionless in White feat. Jonathan Davis plays as Jacob Striker makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds…..standing at a height of six feet even...he is the current, reigning, and defending Pride of 1WM Champion….he is the Real Rock n’ Rolla...JACOB STRIKEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Jacob looking to add another defense to his reign and finally put Rei in his rearview mirror.
America: I like Jacob, I really do, but he needs to make up his mind on whether he’s going to be a hero or villain.
Taj: Didn’t you just say the same thing about Rei?
America: Yep and the same sentiment rings true with Jacob. Can imagine how much more memorable his Pride of 1WM Championship run will be if he fully embraced being the bad guy?!
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready before calling for the bell, the match now underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Jacob runs across the ring and immediately hits Rei with a spear! He grabs hold of Rei's hair and slams the back of Rei's head into the mat. Jacob does it a second time and then a third---the fans showing their support for the aggression that they're seeing! Smirking, Jacob pulls himself back up to his feet. Rei slowly tries to drag herself up as well---Jacob immediately grabbing hold of her and shooting her across the ring. Jacob waits for Rei to come back on the rebound and then hits her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Jacob covers.
One...
Two...kick out!
America: Now this is the Jacob Striker that could put a stranglehold on the Pride title! Keep up this ruthlessness!
Taj: This is a side of Jacob that has been slowly seeping out over the past few months.
Jacob grabs Rei and drags her back up to her feet. He gets in Rei's face and begins to yell at her---the fans once again showing their support. Jacob then hits Rei in the mouth with a forearm smash and then a second. He once again shoots her across the ring. This time, Rei is ready to strike---leaping into the air and hitting Jacob with a flying forearm smash! Rei hits Jacob with a knee shot! She follows it up with a second before grabbing Jacob. She tries to set Jacob up for a sitout neckbreaker, but Jacob shoves Rei away. Jacob waits for Rei to turn around and then charges---only to have Rei leap into the air and hit him with a dropsault! Rei pops back up to her feet and positions herself over Jacob, landing on him with a standing moonsault! She hooks the leg for the cover. Kaebe slaps the apron along with the referee.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!!
Taj: We almost had a new Pride of 1WM Champion!
Rei turns around and heads over toward the nearest turnbuckle. Rei climbs up to the second turnbuckle and waits for Jacob to pull himself back up to his feet. Once Jacob is standing, Rei leaps off and tries to hit him with a missile dropkick! Jacob steps out of the way and Rei crashes hard to the mat instead! Rei tries to drag herself back up to her feet, only to have Jacob run at her and connect with a series of vicious knee strikes! Jacob then tries to wrestle Rei into position for a DDT---only to have Rei shove him away! Jacob stumbles a step before regaining his balance and charging back at Rei. He gets caught in a small package..
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Rei tries to step toward Jacob to grab him---only to have the Champ hit her with a perfectly placed superkick to the jaw! Rei falls to the mat and Jacob covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: This has been close and these two are going back and forth with each other!
America: Over/under that Justice Cross will be popping up here soon?
Jacob grabs Rei and yells at her, hitting her with a slap to the face! Rei stumbles from the impact. Jacob Striker bounces off of the ropes, blasting Rei in the face with a forearm! Rei stumbles back into a corner. Jacob moves in, sending kicks into Rei's gut!
Taj: Rei is being completely overwhelmed!
Jacob backs up then rushes toward Rei, going for a corner splash! Rei moves out of the way and quickly jumps through the ropes to the floor outside. She reaches in, grabs Jacob's leg and pulls him down, slamming his knee into the ring post!
America: OWWW!! That’s going to really hurt in the morning!
Rei glances over at Kaede, nodding her head before slamming Jacob's knee against the ring post again. Kaede leaps up on the apron, yelling at the referee. The ref tells Kaede to get down, approaching her. Kaede tries to get in the ring as Jacob crawls out of the corner, grimacing as he reaches for his knee.
Taj: What in the world is Kaede doing?! Get down from there!
The referee keeps Kaede from getting in the ring, completely missing her tossing a pair of brass knuckles in the ring. Rei slides into the ring, grabs the knuckles, and slips them on her hand. Jacob gets up, limping a little bit. He turns around and Rei blasts him with a shot to the jaw with the brass knuckles!
Taj: Did you see that, America?
America: You mean that act of strength? Yeah!
Jacob hits the mat, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Rei takes the knuckles off and Kaede jumps to the floor. Rei slides the knuckles out of the ring as the referee points at Kaede. Rei hooks the leg for the cover as Kaede runs around the ring, picking up the brass knuckles.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND NEW Pride of 1WM Champion...Rei Park!!!
The crowd boos as Rei gets up, leaping up and down, and throwing her arms in the air in celebration. The referee retrieves the belt and hands it to Rei, who quickly takes it and leaves the ring, moving fast up the ramp with Kaede.
Taj: Jacob was robbed here tonight, America!
America: No, robbery is what happened at Massive when Jacob won the title! Everything has been set right tonight!
The ref helps Jacob up, who looks around in a complete daze, unsure of where he even is.
We are greeted with a video of The Master Sisters backstage, looking straight at the camera.
Aurora Master: Hello ladies and gentleman, my name is Aurora Master… But you should be aware of that by now, after all we have been the Tag Team Champions for most of the year. But no more. It’s been almost a year since we joined 1WM, back then we were the newbies, talking big and trying to prove they are worth their talk. Ten months since our debut, The Master Sisters have most definitely proven that. But since then the division has also grown considerably. It’s harder to stay at the top when everyone is gunning for you… but that’s what all champions need to do. Take care of your surroundings. That has always been my motto, my lesson. But it’s fucking hard to follown when LITERALLY everyone is trying to grab your ass at the same time.
It was fun at first, it caused a lot of matches to go to our favour, but of course, it came to be our downfall too. No excuses, I love chaos, we love chaos, but in chaos anything can happen… and that’s how the worst outcome happened. The Headhunters. The worst team that could ever be champions… became the champions. Now, the Symphony of Destruction may feel like they deserve their opportunity for the title, and I’m sure they hate The Headhunters even more than us, but that’s beside the point. The point is, the history books will say this: The Master Sisters lost their title against The Headhunters… That’s something that I cannot allow, that’s the worst shame I can have on my title. The Headhunters, you won due to unorganized chaos, don’t you think for a second you won those titles because you deserve them.
Now, today you have two options, you either man up, improve and make a serious effort to win, or bet on chaos again and lose. Oh, but don’t misunderstand, the first option is what you should strive for… for your own self-improvement, but you’re still going to lose. I am most definitely not going to allow YOU out of all the teams, YOU, to have those things any longer. And if the fans of the only decent Megadeth song want to have a go at us after that, don’t worry little ladies, we aren’t going anywhere, and if Ursula thinks she’s the baddest woman in OWM, she has yet to REALLY look at Moonlight. No matter what, after today’s done, we’re going to be YOUR VERY FIRST TWO-TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
The screen fades to black.
Torres: The following is a tag team match for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS and it is set for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!!
”Love is a Parasite” by Blanck Mass plays as Aurora and Moonlight Master make their way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from London, United Kingdom….they are the ex-One Wrestling Movement Tag Team Champions...they are Moonlight and Aurora Master….THE MASTEEEEERRRRR SISTERRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The ex-Tag Team Champions getting an immediate rematch.
America: Let’s not confuse things, it was the current Tag Team Champs that insisted that their first defense would be against The Master Sisters.
Nipsey Hussle "Last Time That I Checked" 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. They step into the ring, hooping and hollering, ready to go against whoever they have tonight.
Torres: Introducing first at a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds...representing the Kali Kartel….they are the current, reigning, and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions….Dexter and Eric Calloway….THE HEADHUNTERRRRRSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
America: I’m going on record right now and saying that The Headhunters will remain the 1WM Tag Team Champions until they decide they don’t want to be anymore!
Taj: That’s quite a bold statement, America.
America: I’m a bold kind of chick. Besides there is not one single team in 1WM that has a chance against them.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: It looks like we're starting our Tag title bout off between Aurora Master and Dexter Calloway!
Both Dexter and Aurora grimace as they lock up in the middle. Dexter gets the go behind and tries for a waistlock takedown, yet Master locks her leg in and gets a reversal on it..
America: As much showboating as The Headhunters have been doing since coming away from that Antichamber match with the gold, I believe they came out with the gold for a reason, Taj! The Calloways set to make their first defence!
Dexter nails Aurora with a back elbow to the jaw, swings her around and gets in a wrenching front face lock.
Taj: Bias isn't the name of our game, America Vaughn! Besides, you just can't rule the former champions out!
The crowd perks up as Aurora fights her way free, gets the go behind and delivers a sharp Russian legsweep, trying to take advantage for the quick cover..
One…
T..
America: Calloway easily powers out. What was Aurora thinking?
Taj: Both combatants back to their feet. Deep arm drag by Aurora. Calloway back up and Aurora takes him back down with a dropkick!
Aurora looks around before she turns on her heels and launches into a moonsault..
America: OOF. You have to love it when they get their knees up!
Aurora rolls off and Dexter drags her to her feet, seizes her in a headlock and marches her over to Headhunters' corner, ramming Aurora's face into Eric's boot and tagging him in..
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUA….
America: ENOUGH!!
Taj: Bah. Calloways now with with the Argentine leg lock on Master! OOOH! Swing over facebuster!
Aurora hits the mat hard in time for the referee to quickly hustle Dexter out of the ring. The crowd BOO as Eric seizes the temporary distraction to pull a chain out of his pocket and choke Aurora with it for a few seconds..
Taj: BLATANT cheating on the part of the Tag Team champions!
America: Hey, it can only amount to cheating if you get caught! Anyhow. Calloway dragging Aurora back up and there's an Irish whip..
The fans perk up as Aurora stands her ground and gets the reversal, dragging Eric back in for a hard impromptu shining wizard which stuns him and drops him to a knee..
Taj: Basement dropkick! Look! Moonlight is calling for the tag!
Aurora nods and crawls over to make the tag but Eric manages to seize her ankle..
America: Calloway eating another kick to the face for his trouble! Can Aurora get to the corner?
Taj: YES! CHANGING OF…
America: DAMN IT, TAJ!
The fan volume seriously boosts as Aurora tags out and Moonlight jumps in, quickly taking Eric down with a clothesline!
Taj: Dexter running in! And you bet there's a clothesline for Dexter!
The fans start to BOO again as Moonlight turns around in time to catch Eric coming at her from behind, but they give her a huge POP as she sends him sailing with a backdrop!
America: God damn it, Dexter!
The fans cheer again as Moonlight just about takes his head off with a running big boot, and Dexter rolls out to ringside in a daze, eventually crawling back to the corner.
Taj: Moonlight dragging Eric back up now. Irish whip..
America: But there's a reversal!
The fans get a little louder as Eric stands his ground and sends Moonlight crashing headlong into Aurora, sending her off the apron to the mats.
America: HUGE jumping forearm smash by Calloway!
The fans start to BOO once more as Eric calls for Dexter who runs in..
Taj: WHEELBARROW SUPLEX by Eric!
America: OH! Dexter running in with the sit out rear mat slam! That's the SAN ANDREAS FAULT!
Dexter quickly hustles out of the ring as Eric hooks the leg.
One..
Two…
THREE!!
Aurora is just a split second too late getting in to break it up.
Torres: The winners of this match….AND STILL the 1WM Tag Team Champions...Dexter and Eric Calloway...The Headhunters!!
As the Headhunters are celebrating their first defense, ”Arsonist Lullabye” by Hozie echoes through the arena as Liam Richardson and Miles Watson, collectively known as Strike 2 Kill, run down the ramp toward the ring.
America: Now what?
Taj: It’s the newest 1WM tag team, Strike 2 Kill. Dexter and Eric put out the challenge on social media days ago and Liam and Miles readily accepted.
America: So we’re about to get another title match right now?
With their attention solely on the Headhunters, Strike 2 Kill slide into the ring and are instantly blindsided by two bearded Cauasian males in street clothes!
America: Are these some Russian fans attacking our wrestlers?!
Taj: Not at all. That’s actually Mark and Chris Frenzy!
America: Who?!
Taj: From what I hear Mark is currently in contract negotiations.
Smirking, Eric and Dexter exit the ring as the Frenzy brothers beat down Liam and Miles.It isn’t long before referees and security flood the ring to put a halt to it.
Butterscotch Monroe is backstage with Griffin Hawkins who has his referee shirt on.
Butterscotch Monroe: Griffin Hawkins. You have been assigned to be the Special Referee for tonight's main event between Arley Kirk and Jenn Drew. Do you have any preference to who should win this?
Griffin HawkinsGriffin Hawkins: Actually Butterscotch...I got no preference. The only side I'm on here is my own. I was assigned to be the referee because they believe I will call this right down the middle.
Butterscotch Monroe: Well, what if it's Arley who wins this?
Griffin HawkinsGriffin Hawkins: Arley has proven to be a fighting champion no matter what the doubters say about her. Jealous people say jealous things. But truthfully, I wouldn't mind a one on one title match with her. She doesn't seem like the type who ducks anybody.
Butterscotch Monroe: And if Jenn wins this?
Griffin HawkinsGriffin Hawkins: Then that would be interesting. The last time me and Jenn shared a ring in a one on one match, it was me who walked out victorious. In fact, a lot of experts say if it wasn't for the interference from Noelle Jansen, I'd be World Heavyweight Champion right now. Since then, I've been doing every thing I can to earn a shot at the gold. If Jenn somehow retains, then I advise her to keep her head on a swivel.
Butterscotch Monroe Monroe: So...what kind of referee will you be in this match?
Griffin HawkinsGriffin Hawkins: It's simple. I'm gonna call it right down the middle. Nobody's gonna intimidate me, and nobody's gonna take me down. Tonight, we're gonna see who is the rightful Champion.
He walks away as we go to a commercial.
The World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from Allianz Arena in Munich, Bavaria, Germany
Streaming June 30, 2021
Main Event
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
"Suicide Blonde" Arley Kirk versus "The Rebel Queen" Jenn Drew
Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY SEVENTEEN MAIN EVENT!!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
Torres: This match is for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP ! It is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!!
”Wild Child” by W.A.S.P hits as Griffin Hawkins comes down to the ring in his referee shirt and matching Zubaz pants. The crowd cheers as he throws the devil horns up.
Taj: And here comes the special referee, Griffin Hawkins, for this match!
America: I smell a fix coming on...
Taj: Are you trying to say Griffin will be biased?! He said earlier that he'll call it right down the middle!
America: You actually bought that garbage?! Here's the truth Taj, Griffin Hawkins' ego is so big, if there was a funeral..he'd be upset that he's not the corpse! He just wants to be the center of attention, that's why he was so eager to take this assignment from the higher ups, he can't help but be in the spotlight!
Taj: Whether it's true or not, he is still the special referee. I'm willing to believe he won't allow any shenanigans to happen under his watchful eye!
He gets on the ropes, pumping up the crowd as he throws the horns up some more. He gets down and awaits the combatants.
"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 the 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..
Taj: The first ever World Heavyweight Champion looking to become the two time Champion. Regardless if she holds the title or not, there can be no denying that Arley is the face of the 1WM franchise!
America: I’ll deny it! The face of 1WM is the World Heavyweight Champion and the champion is the woman coming out right now!
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew, along with her manager, Kaebe Tanada, makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next from Manchester, England….weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet….she is one half of the Seoul Queens...she is the current, reigning, and defending 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is the Rebel Queen….JENNNNNNNN DREEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: Stand up, Taj, and pay respect to our World Champion!
Taj: That’s not going to happen so you might as well sit down as well.
Suddenly ”Boss's Daughter” by Pop Evil plays as Izzy Marx makes her way out. In the ring, Arley sees her and begins to make her way out of the ring but Griffin physically holds the ex-champion back. Snickering, Izzy gets to the commentators table and has a seat next to Taj and America. She gives a condescending wave towards Arley while placing her headset onto her head.
Taj: Welcome to the broadcast table, Izzy.
Izzy Marx: Thanks. I know it’s your pleasure that I’m out here.
America: This is an unexpected visit especially after we’ve seen you running from Arley all night. I thought you’d be halfway back to Canada at this point!
Izzy Marx: First off America, I’m from Orlando, Florida not Canada. Second, I wasn’t running. I am merely playing a game of hide and seek. It just proves that Arley sucks at seeking.
Griffin looks at both wrestlers to make sure that they’re ready for the upcoming match. Arley rolls her eyes and gives Izzy the middle finger before turning her attention to Jenn. Griffin then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
Izzy Marx: Hello to you too Arley.
DING DING DING!!!
Jenn Drew and Arley Kirk both circle around the ring as they wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, the two grapple up. Arley easily drives Jenn back against the ropes and hits her with a series of chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
Izzy Marx: Can anyone tell these fans to shut up? Come on Griffin, do your fucking job!!
Arley then shoots Jenn across the ring. Arley waits for Jenn to come back on the rebound before leaping into the air and hitting her with a perfectly timed dropkick! Jenn crashes hard to the mat! Arley grabs her and locks in a front facelock. She begins to apply pressure to wear Jenn down while delivering a few strikes to her back for good measure. Jenn manages to shove Arley away as she staggers back to the nearest turnbuckle and tries to refocus herself.
Taj: Quick start to this match by Arley Kirk, though you have to respect Jenn’s awareness…
America: Jenn knows what she’s doing! Sometimes it’s worth refocusing and getting your head back in the game!
Izzy Marx: Jenn has all the tools while Arley lacks the brains to do anything.
Jenn remains slumped against the turnbuckle as Arley quickly closes the gap. The ex-champ leaps into the air and tries to hit the current champ with a big splash in the corner---only to have Jenn duck out of the way at the last possible second! Arley stumbles around from the impact. Jenn grabs hold of her and snaps off a side Russian leg sweep! Arley crashes to the mat, but nonetheless tries to immediately reach her feet. Unfortunately for her, Jenn is once again ready to strike---this time charging forward with a devastating knee! Arley crashes to the mat as Jenn smirks.
Taj: The World Champion saw the opening and took advantage of it.
America: People might forget that she is a genuine veteran for a reason! She’s good! She’s GREAT!
Izzy Marx: I wouldn’t go that far, America. Jenn is okay but she’s no Izzy Marx.
Arley slowly stumbles back up to her feet. Jenn meets her with a series of quick strikes. She continues to try and wear Arley down by grabbing her arm and wrenching away. Arley is fairly quickly able to use her strength to her advantage pulling Jenn in and delivering a shoulderblock. Arley releases her hold on Jenn’s arm and drops to the mat. Arley hoists her into the air for a Northern Lights suplex that she bridges into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
Izzy Marx: Pathetic.
Jenn tries to pull herself back up to her feet while creating space between herself and Arley. Unfortunately for her, Arley is ready to strike---running and hitting an enziguri that sends Jenn crashing back to the mat! Arley hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!!
Taj: This is the kind of momentum that Arley is going to need if she plans on winning the World Heavyweight Championship back!
America: I one hundred percent agree with you, Taj! She needs to keep this up and not give Jenn even a moment to get back into this match, because if she gets that moment…
Taj: She’s dangerous!
Izzy Marx: Oh please!
Arley grabs Jenn and drags her back up to her feet. Arley tries to get her into position for ___, but Jenn manages to free herself. Arley fairly quickly tries to close the gap between the two, only to have Jenn catch her with what appears to be an inadvertent thumb to the eye!
Taj: I’m not sure how fair that was?!
America: Who are you kidding, Taj?! It was definitely fair.
Izzy Marx: I have to agree with America. If Griffin doesn’t see it then it counts. Plus what is he going to do about it... disqualify her?
Griffin admonishes Jenn for the thumb poke. The World Champ sneers at the guest referee. Arley stumbles a few steps allowing Jenn to charge and deliver a jumping knee strike! Arley drops to a knee. Jenn grabs her and snaps off a reverse DDT! The Champ hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two
THR...KICK OUT!!
Jenn grabs Arley and tries to wrestle her into position for a Fujiwara armbar. Arley reaches out toward the ropes and grabs them to keep Jenn from fully locking in the hold. Griffin comes over and forces Jenn to break things up---though the World Champ responds by keeping the hold locked in anyway! Griffin counts.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...Jenn releases the hold.
Izzy Marx: Maybe Arley should have been focusing on this match instead of chasing after me.
Griffin tries to warn her as Jenn simply smirks. Griffin forces her to give Arley some space to make it back up to his feet.
America: That’s what I like to see in matches like this!
Taj: A complete disrespect for the rules?
Once Arley is up, Griffin allows Jenn to get back on the attack. She charges at Arley and is dropped on the top rope for a stungun! Jenn falls to the mat and tries to catch her breath!
Izzy Marx: How in the hell is that okay? Griffin is letting Arley do whatever she wants tonight.
Sensing an opening, the challenger tries to land on the champion with a standing shooting star press! Jenn gets her knees into the air! Arley lands on them before falling to the mat.
Taj: I think Arley is seriously hurt, guys!
Izzy Marx: How can an imbecile be hurt?
Taking a deep breath, Jenn pulls herself back up to her feet. She then hits Arley with a standing moonsault! Jenn then locks in Arley’s Coyote Clutch (Mexican stretch dragon sleeper bridging deathlock) in the middle of the ring!
Taj: How disrespectful! Jenn has Arley’s own submission move locked on to her!
Izzy Marx: Not so tough now huh?
Arley looks around and tries to escape but ultimately begins tapping! Griffin has no choice but to reluctantly call for the end of the match.
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Jenn Drew!!!
Izzy Marx: It’s been real fun but I got business to take care of.
Taj: Izzy, where are you going? Come back here.
America: Damn that! Get in there and whoop Arley’s ass some more!
Izzy stands up from the table, removes her headset and steps around the table. Meanwhile, Jenn Drew takes her title belt and bashes Griffin over the head with it! Jenn stands over the barely conscious Griffin.
Jenn Drew: (shouting) You’re next!
Taj: Jenn has just taken out Griffin!
America: Best move of the night if you ask me! Jenn putting that spotlight hogging Griffin Hawkins in his rightful place: at her feet!
Jenn slides out of the ring as Izzy slides into the ring. She appears to be stalking Arley as the crowd has no clue what is about to happen. Arley slowly gets up as Izzy does the same. Arley slowly turns around as Izzy strikes with her version of her uncle’s DKO. Izzy doesn’t stop as she drags Arley toward the corner. She leaps up onto the top, motions before leaping off while landing on top of Arley following a picture perfect 450 Splash.
Taj: What in the hell? Izzy just attacked Arley!
America: Say what you will but Izzy just made a statement here tonight.
Izzy smirks before sliding out of the ring as “Boss’s Daughter” starts playing again. Izzy is backing up the ramp while looking at Arley slowly starting to move around.
Izzy Marx: Tag you’re it.
Izzy laughs as she disappears behind the curtain.
Taj: An unexpected appearance by our 1WM World Heavyweight Champion to open up Legendary Seventeen!
America: As long as it isn’t that goodie two shoes Arley...
Jenn gets into the ring and raises the title high over her head, the smug grin still on her face as the crowd continues to boo before she asks for a microphone. She stands there in the middle of the ring for a moment as the music fades out and the crowd begins to die down a little bit.
Jenn Drew: There was a reason I had never come to Moscow before and after being here for a few days, I never want to come back to this trashy city and trashy country. I honestly can’t wait to get out of here and back home and on the beach in a place that’s actually warm and sunny.
The crowd picks up a little again with the boos as Jenn laughs before deciding to speak again.
Jenn Drew: But tonight, I’m here on business and that business is putting a little gnat and nuisance at the back of the line once and for all. Arley Kirk, the first One Wrestle Movement Champion. She had a nice run on top, but I put an end to that one two months ago. I was the one that finally beat the unbeatable Arley Kirk in this company. Nobody was able to take this title from her. So many different people had tried their damnedest to, but somehow, Arley always came out on top. That was until I finally got the chance I had earned at the title.
America: Preach!
Jenn walks over to the corner and hops up and sits on the top turnbuckle and smiles as she looks out at the crowd a little bit.
Jenn Drew: Everyone doubted I would ever get to this point. Everyone thought I wouldn’t be the one to beat Arley. Hell, they threw Griffin Hawkins into the match, just for the shits and giggles. And now, Griffin decides he needs to insert himself again into my damn business. Tonight, he decided to name himself special guest referee for the match and for some dumb reason, management thought it was a good idea. Griffin, I get it though, you’re jealous that I was the one in the spotlight and not you. You love to try and make yourself the center of attention whenever you feel like you’re being ignored. You need the glory, the praise, the cheers. You need that sort of validation and when you don’t, you act out and insert yourself into things that don’t concern you to try and make yourself relevant.
America: I detect no lies whatsoever.
Taj: Shhh...
Jenn drops down off the turnbuckle and goes back to the center of the ring. She adjusts the title over her shoulder and begins to speak again.
Jenn Drew: Griffin Hawkins, Joe Shmoe, it doesn’t matter who the referee is though. Tonight, I walk into the main event of Legendary as the One Wrestle Champion and I walk out still as the One Wrestle Champion. None of you may like it, but after tonight, you all will have to accept the fact.
“Marionette” begins to play again as Jenn laughs and drops her microphone and gets out of the ring, walking back up the ramp and through the curtain.
One Wrestle Movement
In Association With
Iconic Sports Media
Presents
Live from the CSKA Arena in Moscow, Russia
In Association With
Iconic Sports Media
Presents
Live from the CSKA Arena in Moscow, Russia
Taj: WELCOME EVERYONE TO LEGENDARY SEVENTEEN “FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE”!
The camera pans to show the commentary table where Taj Hennessey-Monroe and America Vaughn are seated.
America: Who in the hell would have thought we would be having a show from Russia yet here we are, Taj!
Taj: Yes indeed, America, and what a night of wrestling action we have in store for everyone!
America: Well let’s not waste any time and get right into it?
Taj: That works for me. Away we go!
The cameras cut to the backstage where Butterscotch Monroe is standing with a microphone in hand. She has a smile on her face as a huge LED screen with the Legendary logo is hanging behind her.
Butterscotch Monroe: Butterscotch here, I have just caught up with one of One Wrestle Movement's newest talents, Greta Nyx. Thanks for joining me, Greta.
The camera pulls back and Greta is standing next to Butterscotch wearing her ring gear with a bored expression on her face. She nods her head a bit looking less than thrilled to be there.
Greta Nyx: Sure thing... So you got some questions?
Butterscotch Monroe: First off welcome to 1WM! Are you excited to be in the company? And how is it to make your debut in Russia?
Greta Nyx: It's really fucking weird to be in Russia. I've only ever wrestled in the US and Mexico so this is weird. As for being in One Wrestle I belong here. I belong on a bigger stage than I've been working and I'm going to show every single person what I can do starting tonight. I'm here to hurt people and make a name for myself.
Butterscotch Monroe: You are facing Janessa Sweet, any thoughts on her?
Greta Nyx: I don't think much about her at all. She seems bland at best. I hope she can step up and show me more in the ring but if she can't than tonight is gonna be an easy payday. I guess she plays football too? Go stick to that bitch and keep out of my ring. I was born into this business and I live for it. I don't let other sports or bullshit interfere with it. If Janessa thinks she can survive this match she will need to be on top of her game and forget about football or posting thirst trap photos online. This is going to be a fight and I'm going to make her squeal.
Butterscotch Monroe: Speaking of you being a part of this business, your father is...
Greta put her hand over Butterscotch's microphone and shook her head before yanking it away from her for a moment.
Greta Nyx: We aren't talking about him. This isn't about him. I got to this company because of who I am not because of who he is. Don't forget that or you'll be the one on the floor screaming in a few minutes, got it? Now stop asking fucking idiotic questions.
Butterscotch Monroe: Uh ok... Now one more thing...
Before Butterscotch could finish the question, Greta's eyes lit up as she saw someone coming at her from far away. She shoved Butterscotch out of the way and ran down the hallway, the camera turning to follow her.
Greta Nyx: Uncle Sol!
Greta finally gets to Solomon Monster who is in the hallway, wrapping her arms around the hulking man. He grins a bit, patting Greta on the back.
Solomon Monster: My little Greta. It is very good to see you.
Greta steps away, looking up at the large man with a grin.
Greta Nyx: It has been awhile... I missed you but it’s pretty crazy I was able to get hired here. Guess all that training paid off.
Solomon Monster: The surprise is that it has taken 1WM so long in hiring you. I had heard whispers of your name but was unsure if it was truly you. Conducting an interview?
Solomon pointed over at Butterscotch who was still staring at both of them. Greta glanced back at her for a second and shook her head.
Greta Nyx: She was asking some of the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. I’m over it.
Solomon Monster: Remember the lessons, Greta. While the majority of the "talking" is conducted within the squared circle, you must still make ample time to do the requirements out of the ring.
The grizzled veteran gives an approving nod to Butterscotch before turning his attention back to 1WM's newest hire.
Solomon Monster: No need to dally here much longer. Let us go to the Kali Kartel locker room. There are a few of my associates I want to introduce to you.
Greta Nyx: Awesome. I’m super stoked for tonight.
Greta bounced on her heels a bit and Solomon put his hand on her head with a bit of a grin on his face. She then turned and the two of them headed down the hallway towards the locker room. The camera follows them for a second before cutting away to the action.
Debut Match
Jordan Monroe versus Janica Jayden
Jordan Monroe versus Janica Jayden
Jordan and Janica start off the match in a flurry of blows as each one tries to knock the other off kilter. Eventually Jordan is able to do just that by hitting Janica with a front dropkick that sends Janica stumbling back, dropping her to one knee. Jordan is quick to capitalize on the opportunity hitting a step up enziguri. Jordan gloats a little, being a bit of a showboat before grabbing Janica and pulling her back up and whipping her off into the corner. She quickly follows it up with a corner splash and showboats a bit more after Janica falls to the mat by dancing around and stomping on her appendages. She goes to lock in a triangle choke and is able to briefly succeed before Janica contorts things around and manages to get Jordan’s shoulders on the ground.
One..
Two…Jordan kicks out.
The two tousle on the mat for a bit before they both get up to their knees. Once again they start trading blows back and forth but this time Janica is the one who comes out on top after nailing Jordan with a hard headbutt, allowing her to get up to her feet. She drags a staggering Jordan up as well, hitting a snapmare before following it up with a running boot. Janica looks like she’s going for the pin but instead pulls Jordan up again and hits her with a vertical suplex and floating it over into a pin.
One…
Two…
TH..KICKOUT!
Janica doesn’t look too pleased and argues with the referee as Jordan pulls herself back up to her feet using the ropes. Janica turns around and is blasted by a forearm which hunches her over. Jordan, using the ropes for added momentum, comes charging towards Janica only to be met with a back body drop. Janica wastes no time and pulls Jordan up to her feet before hitting Easy Rider DDT (jumping double underhook DDT) and getting the pinfall.
Torres: Here is your winner… Janica Jordan!
The view opens to show “Old School Cool” Don Tirri wandering the hallways of the legendary (pun intended) CSKA Arena in Moscow, Russia. The big Finn is dressed in his usual fare of camo pants, combat boots and a leather jacket, but this time he has added some decidedly Finnish-flavored accessories, the blue-and-white colors of the nation displayed proudly across the back of his jacket and under said jacket, instead of his usual merch-shirt, he is wearing a black shirt that has the finnish lion and the words “103 days of honor” scribed above it and the words “Thank you Nov.30th 1939 - Mar.13th 1940” scribed below it. What the shirt is referring to is the famous Winter War between Finland and Russia, so it is very much appropriate for the situation. Tirri walks past the pictures of the nigh-legendary players of the Soviet Red army hockey team, shrugging and sighing as he does.
Don Tirri: You know. I’ve been a professional wrestler for about 25 years, I’ve wrestled all across the world from L.A to London to Tokyo and back, but I’ve never wrestled in Russia. I’ve never even BEEN here. Not that I remember atleast. See, as a Finn, my relationship with the country and it’s people are complicated. But honestly? That’s neither here nor there. Because here we are, at Legendary 17, another step in the OneDub world tour. And after momentarily becoming the best damn announcer in the company at Glory 12, it’s time for me to return to in-ring action.
Tirri leans against a wall, fishes up a cigarette and lights it up, taking a few long drags from it before continuing.
Don Tirri: See, at Glory 12 I returned a favor to Alexandra Kruise. But a part of me is pretty sure this whole thing ain’t over yet. She doesn’t look like the kinda girl to let what I did slide, just like I’m not the kinda guy to let what she did to slide either. So I am fully, completely, 100% expecting her to show her face tonight in one shape or form. And because of that, I am looking to make pretty short work of my esteemed opponent…
He pulls the card to the show from his pocket and spends a moment to find his match there, his brow furrowing for a moment before he chuckles.
Don Tirri: Victoria Salinas? Gimme a second, I need to look her up.
The big Finn produces his phone and as the camera circles behind his shoulder, we see that he is scrolling through the OneDub-website, looking for his opponents bio. He finds it and scrolls it through, letting a small chuckle again before pocketing the phone and speaking up.
Don Tirri: So… Yeah. I had no idea who she is, and after looking through that bio… I still don’t really have an idea. We’ve had some very limited twitter-interactions and honestly? There is very little to latch onto. Fact of the matter is, I got a lot more important stuff to worry about in OneDub than some generic pretty face number 1412415. I got Alexandra Kruise to worry about, and the Glory championship tournament to keep in mind. But hey, I get to wrestle in Russia, and it gave me an excuse to drop by home on the way here. So it’s not all bad.
Tirri takes a few deep drags out of his cigarette, letting the smoke billow from his nose slowly before continuing.
Don Tirri: So, Vickie. Nothing personal but I’ll be kicking you in the face tonight and then moving onto more important stuff. I know this is a big match for you, your OneDub debut and all that jazz but I really couldn’t give a shit. I just need to add another W to my column and move on. So yeah, See you in the ring Vickie.
He flicks the butt of his cigarette at the camera and winks as the view fades to black.
Debut Match
Janessa Sweet versus Greta Nyx
Janessa Sweet versus Greta Nyx
Janessa and Greta start off the match by meeting in the center of the ring, locking up in typical fashion. They push each other back and forth until eventually Janessa has Greta pushed up against the ropes as the latter tries to get free. Eventually Janessa starts to drive a knee into Greta’s abdomen a few times. Janessa backs away after being separated by the referee, hands held in the air, as Greta stumbles forward towards her and finds herself being sent flying with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Janessa doesn’t go for the pin and instead quickly whisks Greta back up to her feet, blasting her with a few forearms and punches and backing her up into a corner. Greta has a glimmer of hope, throwing a few blows herself before Janessa drags her out of the corner and quickly hits her with a swinging neckbreaker. She smirks a bit before going for the cover.
One…
Two…
TH...KICKOUT!
Taj: Janessa the aggressor in this debut for both ladies.
America: Wait a minute! Hold up! So we’re going to totally ignore the little tidbit earlier when Greta called Solomon Monster “uncle”?[/color]
Greta gets a shoulder up just before the three count, frustrating Janessa who argues with the referee that it was three long enough for Greta to pull herself up to her feet. Janessa turns around only to be met with a sitout jawbreaker from Greta, rocking her a little bit. Greta is still a bit stumbly to her feet but is able to fire off a soccer kick, following it up spinning back first and then an enzuigiri after Janessa has dropped to a knee. She goes for a cover but the referee informs her that Janessa’s foot was under the bottom rope. Greta drags her a bit away from the ropes and manages to lock in an STF!
Taj: This could be it!
Janessa screams out in pain as she reaches for the ropes, Greta blocking these attempts. Eventually she releases the hold, walking a bit away as she recalculates the situation. She stands poised to strike, waiting for Janessa to get up to her feet before hitting her with Blood Moon (running single leg high knee)!
Torres: Here is your winner… GRETA NYX!
Taj: Greta emerges victorious in her debut match.
America: Hey, if she’s a relative of Solomon you better believe that this is only going to be the first of many more to come!
The cameras cut to the backstage area of the CSKA Arena as Bradley Alford and Izzy Marx are seen walking down a corridor with their fingers interlocked and their minds not on anyone around them. On camera it appears that the two are in a deep conversation as the audio doesn't quite pick up on it.
Arley Kirk: Yo, c'mon open up, Marx! I know ya in there.
The cameras suddenly shift over to Arley Kirk, who looks mad as a mad hatter and toting a Singapore cane. This is accompanied by the ominous sound of the wooden stick hitting the hallway doors with force. Door one to the left gets a serious beating and door two also gets the same treatment.
Arley Kirk: Hey Izzy, c'mon. Quit being a hidey hole wench. AK just wants to briefly exchange some words with you.
Door three gets a couple of stiff shots as well as a kick and an exasperated growl.
Arley Kirk: And by brief, I mean prolonged and torturous. Any by words, I mean beatings. Any by exchange, I mean your FACE!
Arley growls once more as she hits door number four hard enough to put a small hole in it while also breaking her Singapore cane in half.
Arley Kirk: God damn cheap piece of shi......
Arley manages to compose herself.
Arley Kirk: They must be a Marx brand.
Arley gets a small chuckle from the crowd watching as she holds up the ruptured cane and raises an eyebrow. She then proceeds down the hall. Meanwhile, Bradley and Izzy are still walking down the hallway not paying attention to anyone or anything. They stop for a brief moment as Brad notices a poster sitting on a random pole. Then he spots the same poster on a wall and becomes enamored by it.
Izzy Marx: Why are we stopping?
Brad's mind has completely shifted to the poster causing him to total dismiss the question. Izzy lets out an exasperated sigh while crossing her arms over her chest. She is just about to scold him when she hears something in the distance. She turns her head slightly to see Arley Kirk coming right towards them.
Izzy Marx: Oh fuck me.
Izzy mumbles to herself as she gently pulls her hand away from Brad. This sudden movement is the one thing Brad notices.
Bradley Alford: Where are you going Izzy?
Fear slowly begins to creep up onto Izzy as she glances around their location. She sees a sign that possibly reads restroom but she can't read Russian.
Izzy Marx: I have to go to the restroom.
Brad shrugs his shoulders while returning his attention to the poster. He begins to admire the artwork and the creativity as Izzy slowly backs up a few steps before spinning on her heels. She moves quickly down the corridor hoping to find an escape route. She comes across a sign that points toward a corridor. She quickly ducks inside it.
Izzy Marx: Where the fuck does this lead?
Izzy asks the question while hoping Arley hadn't seen her.
The scene cuts to Victoria Salinas, who is in her locker room. She’s got a confident demeanor going on, but she is definitely showing some signs of annoyance considering some of what she has encountered already in her brief 1WM career so far. At the same time, she’s not showing any signs of any of this overwhelming her at all and her confidence is incredibly high as she begins to express her thoughts.
Victoria Salinas: I would like to start off by discussing the big, hot topic that is surrounding me this week and that was when I chose to get involved in what had happened two weeks ago between Katrina Culpepper and Brianna Matthews. I’ve drawn some praise for my actions, it goes without saying. But those that want to criticize me for what I did are trying to tell me that it was none of my business and that I should’ve just let things take their course. Seriously? Brianna Matthews didn’t do a damn thing wrong to deserve what she did. All she did was do what any wrestler would’ve done and that’s go in there and win the match. What the hell did Katrina expect? For Brianna to just lie down and let her win? Talk about being a sore loser! If that wasn’t bad enough, you had Astrid watching this, sickeningly, with a smirk on her face, enjoying all of this. There is absolutely ZERO place in this business for what the hell they put Brianna through and there was no way I was going to stand for something. The fact that I intervened and she still ended up needing emergency room care really says so much about the whole situation. What it tells me right off the bat is that if I DIDN’T do something, her fate would’ve been so much worse. It’s possible that if I didn’t do something about that, her career could’ve been severely altered if not ended. I know in my heart that I had to do the right thing and that’s exactly what I did.
Some of you are going to think it was a stupid move on my part because that puts a target on my back as far as Culpepper and Astrid are concerned. Of course, you also have people saying some abhorrent crap to her on social media and it just makes me sick that there are people in this world that think that an assault on Brianna all over the outcome of a match is okay. Maybe there’s more to it than just that, but it’s still no excuse nor reason and I’ll tell you one thing, I would make that same decision all over again a hundred times over if I ever got the chance. That being said, there is a match that I do have to focus on and it’s going to be a bit tough knowing that I might have to have eyes in the back of my head, but I know what I can do in that ring. I know that I’ve mastered the art of real focus in that wrestling ring. So Don Tirri, you WILL have my full attention tonight and while you haven’t said much since our match was announced, I’ll say this for a fact: you hardly impress me. You haven’t said anything that has impressed me. On the rare occasion that you’ve actually said a word, you’re stuck in old school crap that nobody would understand and you’re making references to James Bond movies. Yeah, the title of this show is one too, but still…
Victoria takes a pause, rolling her eyes and showing her annoyance regarding Don Tirri’s demeanor.
Victoria Salinas: … I don’t have time for your ‘old school’ crap. There’s a reason why wrestlers like you are dated in this industry now. Throughout my entire career, I have always evolved and adapted with the times and that’s why I’ve been able to win virtually everywhere I have been. Griffin Hawkins sure as hell wasn’t exaggerating when he used the term ‘game changer’ in regards to me. Tonight, Don? What I’m focused on is having a win that I can be proud of. I wasn’t happy that I had a draw in my singles debut. I wasn’t happy that Griffin and I won by disqualification. Tonight, I get a chance to correct that by beating you and giving this company and this locker room a sampling of what I am capable of and a sampling of why I have been the winner that I have been from day one. You’re not going to break me, Don. You’re not going to beat me! And tonight? I REALLY get started on my journey as a 1WM wrestler!
Victoria leaves the scene ready for battle and soon afterward, the scene fades to black.
Singles Match
Victoria Salinas versus "Old School" Don Tirri
Victoria Salinas versus "Old School" Don Tirri
Victoria is all smiles as she dances around Tirri who just shakes his head before he grabs her by the hair and yanks her towards him, locking in a bearhug that squishes her. She tries fighting back by driving her elbow into his shoulder a few times and it seems to work, until he turns things around into a neckbreaker. Victoria seems a bit dazed as Don reaches down and pulls her back up. Victoria however boots him in the side of the head, causing him to stumble back and allowing her to get up. She instantly charges forward, only to get caught up in a sidewalk slam from Don who then goes for the pin attempt.
One…
Two…
T...KICKOUT!
Victoria gets her shoulder up just before the three is counted.
Taj: Don almost with the win!
America: Big Don may not know who Victoria is but he’s sure fighting like he does.
Don seems frustrated as he pulls Victoria up to her feet and gets her in a trap, hitting her with Morning After (trapped headbutts) that causes her to slump into the corner. Don waits as Victoria sluggishly gets up to her feet before charging forwards, looking for a corner avalanche. Victoria gets out of the way at the last minute, sending Don crashing into the turnbuckle. She rolls him up but he rolls through, getting up to his feet and being met with a springboard dropkick from Victoria. The two keep eye contact as they get to their feet.
Taj: Remarkable sequence!
America: Two very capable and skilled competitors going at in this match, Taj. But I’m wondering if perhaps we might see Alexandria Kruise or even Katrina Culpepper play a factor in the outcome of this match?
Taj: I sure hope not.
Don doesn’t look pleased and Victoria has a smug smile on her face. The two charge towards one another. Don goes for a clothesline but Victoria ducks underneath it and runs at the ropes, bouncing off them and hitting Don with another springboard maneuver, this time a clothesline before quickly following it up with a springboard moonsault. Victoria then backs up a little bit and waits for the perfect moment to hit Vanity Breaker (somersault reverse DDT)!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… Victoria Salinas!
Taj: WHAT A WIN BY VICTORIA!
America: I’m highly impressed, Taj. I didn’t think Victoria was going to pull out the win. I bet good ol’ Don knows who she is now.
It is in the backstage hallway that Ursula Von Rossbach is found in her full ring regalia of black studded leather. She looks mildly pensive as she regards the woman to her right, the 1WM Interviewer named Butterscotch Monroe, donned in her usual interview apparel. She smiles brightly with a microphone in her hand, commencing with her duty this evening.
Butterscotch Monroe: Butterscotch Monroe here and I have with me “Terminator” Ursula Von Rossbach, representing the Renaissance, Hatchet Clan and one half of the Symphony of Destruction. That certainly is quite a few teams to be part of, Ms. Von Rossbach.
Ursula gives a small nod of her head in agreement.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Indeed. I stand with only a few friends.
Butterscotch Monroe: I appreciate you taking a moment to answer a few questions. Tonight your match was originally to be with your partner, Coda and representing the Symphony of Destruction, but it was changed to feature you and Erick St. John as the Renaissance, taking on the team of Justice Cross and Bianca Davis. What are your thoughts going into this match?
The Lady Terminator strokes her chin, briefly contemplating her words before moving forward.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Professionally speaking it is like any other match. I must succeed despite our differences as team mates. I do not care for Justice Cross or Bianca Davis, so naturally, I have an outlet for any displeasure I may feel at not working with a partner that I have proper synergy with.
Butterscotch nods, bringing the microphone back to her.
Butterscotch Monroe: It would seem that you have a strained relationship with your partner tonight, Erick St. John. Why is that?
Again there is a brief moment of contemplation before Ursula inclines her head forward to the presented microphone.
Ursula Von Rossbach: I represent the Renaissance tonight, but I find myself at odds with Mr. St. John’s practices. He aids an enemy who wishes only to destroy that which he claims to fight for. Trust is naturally an issue, but nevertheless, I will do as professionalism dictates and set forth in a bid to win despite my misgivings.
Butterscotch Monroe: You clearly have strong issues with Cross and Davis. Justice attacked your partner during Legendary 16, costing both yourself and Coda what would have been a huge victory. This match has personal implications for you, doesn’t it?
There is a small curl on either corner of Ursula’s lips, indicating a shortly lived smirk.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Ms. Monroe, all business is personal when it is your passion. That being said, Bianca Davis has been a mild irritation at best throughout my career as a professional wrestler for many years now. Whether she is a regularly rival or just a sideline annoyance, I have ever enjoyed putting the smug little rich welp in her place at every opportunity that presents itself. This shall be no different. As for Justice Cross?
The Lady Terminator requests the microphone with a gesture. Butterscotch hands her the microphone and she turns to face the camera as it focuses upon her face directly.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Justice, you should consider yourself fortunate that one half of my team has the capacity for forgiveness. I keep my social circle incredibly small and to those who absolutely matter most. It is when you lay your hands upon one such individual worthy of that level of my respect and trust that you cost yourself a value far more than what was gained from the act itself.
Inclining her head forward in a manner that creates shadows around her intense dark eyes, Ursula glares into the camera. One can read the icy hatred within her gaze with far more ease than her otherwise stoney expression.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You are a self-proclaimed veteran that has wasted many of her years in the industry chasing ghosts and poorly preparing for the inevitability of an encounter of one such as myself. Had I faced you properly in another promotion, you would know well enough what hell you have brought upon yourself and why it is unwise to anger me. My only regret is that Coda has been denied her right to extract her pound of flesh from your miserable carcass. Then again, I might decide to leave just enough of you for her satisfaction.
It is then that an unnerving smile crosses her face.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Exactly how much is left depends on your conduct in the ring tonight, Mrs. Cross.
Ursula turns and hands the microphone back to Butterscotch.
Butterscotch Monroe: Thank you for your time, Ms. Von Rossbach.
Ursula Von Rossbach: My pleasure.
She turns and leaves the area and Butterscotch Monroe behind.
Butterscotch Monroe: Back to you, Taj!
The feed cuts and transitions to another part of the backstage area.
We open on a classic One Dub 'hashtag' Join the Movement banner sprawled across the hallway wall, and with the words "From Russia with Love" beneath them. Pacing back and forth from one end of the banner to the other, was none other than Vance Isaac Parker - VIP, whom was dressed in his now semi-expected wear of black track pants with a double pinstripe, sleeveless workout shirt, and dark elbow pads. A set of fingerless gloves and Reebok branded wrestling shoes completed the ensemble. For the usually jovial, take-it-all-in-stride VIP, he was more than serious tonight.
Vance Issac Parker: This has gone on long enough. Since day one, I've cordially tried to get to know everyone in our locker room, and for the most part, I've been successful at that. But y'see, there's been this one little problem with that.
VIP with his head down paces across the floor to the other side of the banner, then looks up once more.
Vance Issac Parker: And her name is Tiffany Lynn Page, rule-breaker extraordinaire. She's loud, she's unpleasant, and she walks these halls as if this business, these fans, and this company owe her the world. But y'know what, maybe that's fine. Everyone is entitled to their own unique world-views after all, fair-is-fair. The we had a match. Or," "VIP does air quotes, "a match. A match that was anything but regular as it was ripe with shortcuts and even outright cheating just to get that all important double-u.
VIP stops for a moment, then looks up.
Vance Issac Parker: Hey, I get it, we all want to look good. Coming from a reality television background, I of all people understand the push. And, y'know what, had things ended soundly and definitively, we'd be having a totally different conversation right now! If I'm beaten, I'm beaten, and there's no shame in admitting someone else had your number on a particular night. You can't win them all, and that goes doubly true in professional wrestling. But what happened last month at Legendary, that was anything but traditional. What happened was I went in for a match, and got bamboozled and sucker punched by the world's most arrogant, shrill woman. Screw me once, shame on you...
VIP throws a pair of shadow jabs - a right and a left - toward the camera.
Vance Issac Parker: But screw me twice, then shame on me. Tonight, Tiffany and I will step in the ring again, and tonight, there won't be any questionable tactics. Tonight, because Tiffany has already shown the type of woman she is, I will be ready. Tonight, the only person that wins, will be the one that can out-wrestle the other. And if she can do that, I'll happily come out on the following Glory and admit I was beaten. But that's not going to happen, and do you know why? Because if she could, then she would have already done so in our last meeting. Right? Otherwise why would you cheat and tarnish your reputation, if there was no need to in the first place? That says more about not just your own ability, but your character does it not?
Placing his hands down, and behind his back, VIP paces the length to the other end of the banner once more.
Vance Issac Parker: This is it, Tiffany. One more match, one on one. As a show of sportsmanship, may the best person win. I - and the rest of the;
VIP takes a step back, then slowly points around the empty hallway, finishing on the general area where the crowd would be seated.
Vance Issac Parker: ...You, you, you.......YOOOUUUUNIVERSE; hope that you reciprocate that same common respect. I'll see you out there.
[Rematch
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page versus "VIP" Vance Isaac Parker
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page versus "VIP" Vance Isaac Parker
At the sound of the bell, VIP cautiously puts his hands up to guard his chest and his face. Tiffany blows a mocking, arrogant kiss at him, to which he backhands away, before returning to his defensive stance. He motions at Tiffany, "come on!" to which Tiffany inches closer to him. Vance reaches out with a low kick to the ankle, but she quickly backs up, half way between the center of the ring and the ropes. Vance carefully watches, his eyes not wavering from Tiffany whatsoever.
Taj: Vance looks like he's learned a thing or two since their last encounter.
America: It's a couple minutes in, and Tiffany is clearly trying to bait this fool into making an easy mistake. Sis knows what's up, she knows sooner than later Vance will have to stop impersonating a statue and move around a little.
Tiffany takes a breath, and then steps forward into a lockup with Vance. Vance takes the early advantage into a side headlock, to which Tiffany quickly fights out, and quickly backs into the ropes. Vance cocks his head to the side and looks over his shoulder, to his mind, Tiffany seemed the one to be frustrated. Vance started to approach her, but again she ducked back between the top and middle ropes, forcing the official to step in the middle and cause a break. Vance obliges and with both hands up, backs away clean.
Taj: See, that's how you follow rules. There's no need for the eye gouging and knee lifts as you break away, like you see so often from so many others.
America: Suck up.
Vance this time shouts back at Tiffany. "C'mon, let's do this! You were so sure..." but Tiffany rolls her eyes into this stalemate. So Vance drops down to all fours, slapping the mat and insisting that Tiffany take the first move.
America: And here this fool got too cute, and he’s about to punt this whole match away.
Tiffany looks down at Vance, in this clearly vulnerable position, and with an arrogant cackle she throws her hair back and comes in with her arms wrapped around Vance's waist...until Vance quickly squirms and wriggles free, moving like lightning back behind Tiffany and with a rear waistlock, he pulls her up and back to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex! Tiffany's shoulders connect first with the mat prompting her to abruptly roll out of the ring, all the while a small round of applause for VIP's cunning gambit.
Taj: Impressive. I didn't expect VIP to have some collegiate expertise in him. He must have been really doing his homework. He's out to prove a point tonight.
Tiffany at this point was beyond annoyed. She kicked at the steel steps to make a small clunk noise while the official started counting her out.
One…
Two...
Tiffany started to slide in under the bottom rope, then as Vance approached, she quickly slid back out. She didn't have any intention of coming back to speed this match up. To that end, the crowd began to boo Tiffany's reluctance to re-enter the ring. She didn't care.
One...
Tiffany jumped up onto the ring apron and shooed VIP back, but instead he approached aggressively and paid for it, as she guillotined his neck off the top rope! VIP stumbled back and all around in a haze as Tiffany finally re-entered through the middle rope, and charged at VIP with a clothesline! VIP instead quickly ducked down, and got his weight up underneath Tiffany and brought her up for a spinebuster...to which Tiffany wrapped her legs around VIP's neck, and sent him flying with a hurricanrana! The landing however, wasn't so pleasant for Tiffany either though.
Taj: Wow what a sequence!
America: Of course the superior wrestler got the upper hand, though.
VIP slowly sat up, and back against the ropes as Tiffany got up to a knee. As she finished standing, VIP had barely gotten to a knee when Tiffany again came with a decapitating clothesline, but this time VIP pulled the top rope down, and Tiffany was sent flying over and to the floor below! VIP took a quick breath before looking behind him to see the aftermath of his desperate response. As Tiffany lay on the floor, the official began to count her out once more.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...
Tiffany raised up her head and shook it once as she slowly came to. What on Earth was happening tonight she must've thought. But she had to continue. She couldn't let VIP actually prove himself right.
Five...
Finally, she pushed herself from the floor to her knee, and then to her feet. Without time to breathe, VIP had already stepped from the ring to the apron, jumping off with a short jump and a double axe handle, but Tiffany had the wherewithal to block...and send a reddening slap across his face for his troubles, before starting to run off! VIP gave chase, and by the time she got halfway past the second side of the ring, she rolled under the bottom rope. VIP started to follow, and Tiffany quickly dropped an elbow - but VIP backed out and Tiffany hit nothing but canvas!
Taj: Vance learned from last month, he has got her entirely scouted!
America: Don't talk to me.
Tiffany curled up and held her elbow, while VIP wisely slid in nearby but behind her, rolling to a three-point stance as he awaited her to get up. Right on cue, Tiffany did just that, and VIP sprang into action with the Elimination (step-up enziguri), tagging Tiffany behind the back of her head! The brash, loud woman went down like a ton of bricks as VIP saw the opportunity and made the deep cover, hooking the far leg as the official counted the fall!
One…
Two...
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CRASH!
Cameras panning up reveal "Queen B" Bianca Davis standing above VIP and what would otherwise have been the first pinfall victory of his One Wrestle career! Instead what he heard was the loud repeated clangs of the bell signaling for the disqualification.
Torres: Due to interference, the referee has ruled this match a disqualification!
Taj: What the heck is this all about?!
America: Have you been living under a rock? Not only is Bianca friends with Tiffany, but she and VIP have also been at odds since day one. This was inevitable.
Taj: But why ruin a good match? Vance had the pinfall locked in, no way Tiffany was going to get up!
America: Don't be so obtuse.
Bianca pulled VIP up by his short hair, and sent shockwaves across his face with a slap of her own. "We run this!" could be heard as VIP shoved her back. She stepped forward again just in time to get whipped into the corner by VIP, and right as VIP followed after her, a hand reached out and grabbed his ankle, tripping him!
Taj: It's Tiffany!
VIP slowly started to get up, but it wasn't quick enough as Bianca came from the front and Tiffany got up from behind. The two double whipped him into the ropes, then followed it with a pair of simultaneous elbow smashes for the stun. Next they wrapped the top rope around his arms to trap him and...
America: Look at this fool. He could have just let it go, but now these two girls are gonna end him!
VIP kicks his legs frantically, but it was no use, he was tied in too well. Together the girls nodded at each other and the coup de grâce was near when suddenly Victoria Salinas slides into the ring behind the bad girls. The crowd explodes in cheers at the sight of Victoria. Hearing the cheers, Tiffany and Bianca turn around only to be hit with a double lunging clothesline from Victoria!
America: WHAT IN THE HELL IS VICTORIA DOING STICKING HER NOSE INTO THIS?!
Taj: She’s evening things up in there, America.
Both Tiffany and Bianca roll out of the ring, clearly satisfied. Victoria assists VIP in getting untangled from the ropes as Tiffany and Bianca make their way up the ramp to the boos of the crowd.
Butterscotch Monroe: I’m backstage with Driller Jaworski, who appears to be…
She looks up. The camera follows and we see Driller holding a production assistant straight up in the air in a vertical suplex position.
Butterscotch Monroe:…trying to drill a member of the 1WM backstage staff on his head.
Production Assistant: No, Mr. Jaworski, please! I’ve got a family to take care of at home! Please don’t drop me on my head!
Driller Jaworski: Stop squirming! It’ll be over in a second!
Butterscotch Monroe: Driller, I know you’re busy, but I was wondering if I could just have a minute of your time before your return match tonight against Chris Crippler.
Driller Jaworski: Make it quick. This little guy is a lot to handle.
Butterscotch Monroe: You wrestled your last match on March 15 and you spent a month and a half in a prison in Vancouver, where I doubt you were given much time to do any training. Do you think you’ll be rusty tonight?
Driller Jaworski: What are you talking about? I got plenty of training in jail. You see what I’m doing right now? I was doing this to plenty of my fellow inmates, except some of them weren’t as small as this guy. You lift up some 300-pound, muscle-bound gang banger over your head and tell me that’s not training.
Production Assistant: Please, Mr. Jaworski! The blood is rushing to my head! I might lose my vision!
Driller Jaworski: Would you shut up! I’m in the middle of an interview!
He looks back at Monroe.
Driller Jaworski: Do I feel rusty? No way. Rusty is what Chris Crippler is going to feel like when he wakes up tomorrow morning and realizes that a man his age can no longer sustain the physical punishment that someone like me dishes out.
Butterscotch Monroe: Fair enough. Before I go, I’d like to get your take on tonight’s big rematch between Arley Kirk and Jenn Drew for the World Championship. Who do you think is walking away with the gold?
Driller shoots Monroe a look and lets go of the PA. The PA lands on his feet and runs away.
Driller Jaworski: How could you ask me a thing like that?! This is supposed to be the night of my big return and you have the audacity to ask me about who’s going to win the World Title?! This is just like what happened back at Legendary 15! I debuted The Five-Minute Drill, the greatest five minutes in the history of One Wrestle Movement, an exhibition that saw a Hollywood celebrity get wheeled out of the arena on a stretcher! And what’s everybody talking about the next day?! Jenn Drew winning the World Title! The only people that gave a damn about The Five-Minute Driller were my good buddies Eric and Dexter Calloway! Do you think 1WM management put out a press release about how I put on a display of raw power the likes of which have never been seen before?! No! They were too busy celebrating Jenn Drew for ending the 20-billion-day reign of Arley Kirk! 1WM management didn’t even try to bail me out of jail! They just left me in Canada like they completely forgot about me! Maybe if they'd bailed me out, I would have been in the Glory Championship tournament and not that asshole William James Cordova and that bigger asshole Dustin Holt! Well, I’ll tell you this! I’m not taking this disrespect from anybody! Not from you, not from Cedric Southern, and certainly not from Arley Kirk and Jenn Drew! I’d grab each of them with one hand and simultaneously snap both of their necks if I had the chance! From now on, people are going to recognize the history that I’m making, and it’s going to start tonight when I cripple Chris Crippler and retire him! Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got to drop this…
He looks up and realizes he’s not holding the PA up in the air anymore. He looks around and realizes he’s escaped.
Driller Jaworski: You see what you made me do?! The little pipsqueak got away! You’ve ruined everything!
Driller runs off to find the PA. The camera turns back to Monroe, who is visibly shaken by Driller’s vitriol.
We return to the backstage area where Arley Kirk has just hurled her broken Singapore cane away in disgust and begins to kicking doors. Arley is entirely too busy with her own brain to have any awareness that Izzy Marx was standing right in front of her and looking right at her.
Arley Kirk: FAKK!!
Izzy is just able to sneak out of sight and down the hall. Arley takes a minute to catch her breath and leans her back against the wall.
Arley Kirk: I don't get this woman. When ya don't want her, she's all up in ya grille. When ya actually want her and have a problem with her, she poofs into thin air. Dafuq is she?
A small camera manages to catch Izzy walking down the corridor just ducked into while running from Arley. She stops for a second while glancing over her shoulder. She breathes a sigh of relief before looking at two double doors in front of her. Izzy shrugs her shoulders while looking around for a sign. She pushes open one of the doors as she can barely see the ring. That's when it dons on her.
Izzy Marx: How in the hell did I end up here?
She asks herself this question before moving across the threshold and looking around at the unwashed masses. A very disgusted look appears on her face as she pulls her mask up around her face and puts sunglasses on her eyes. She immediately shoves her hands in her jacket hoping no one recognizes her.
Izzy Marx: This is an odd place to be but that stupid bitch will never think to look for me out here.
Izzy spots an empty seat away from the riff raff that was sitting in front of her. She sees a couple making out and it nearly makes her sick to her stomach. She finally comes to the empty seat and plops her butt down. She glances around before pulling her cell phone out and tapping into the show's feed. As she is watching the show on her phone, the cameras show Brad has finally stopped looking at the poster. He looks up, sees the restroom sign and then looks around at both exits of each bathroom.
Bradley Alford: That's odd.
Brad stops a random couple and surprisingly speaks to them in perfect Russian. The woman looks at him strangely as he looks at her back.
Bradley Alford: Please, can you see if she is alright in there? It's been 20 minutes and she usually takes about three.
Izzy palms her forehead while hoping her husband would lose his voice. The woman returns to Brad with a look of no as Bradley is seen scratching the top of his head.
Bradley Alford: Oh no, this is not good. This is not good at all. Where did you go Izzy?
Brad begins to speed walk away from the couple who just curse uncontrollably at him. He looks back at them and says something in Russian that shuts them up. The cameras quickly pan over to see Arley shaking her head while moving down the hallway.
Arley Kirk: I'll give Izzy this, ya'll. I prove time and time again at the track that I'm one of the quickest professional wrestlers in the whole dang world. This purple headed potato has for now, given me the freakin' slip.
Arley looks toward the camera, paying homage to The Office, before shaking her head.
Arley Kirk: Whether it's stealth, cowardice or perhaps a little bit of both. Man, that takes some talent.
Arley sees the cane she threw earlier and begins to kick the remnants of it along the ground. She does this for a little bit before coming to a fork in the corridor. Arley shrugs her shoulder and begins to head down the left corridor which leads to the dining area.
Singles Match
Driller Janowski versus Chris Crippler
Driller Janowski versus Chris Crippler
The match starts off with Crippler and Driller meeting in the center of the ring. They trade verbal jabs back and forth for a few moments before Crippler fires off an European uppercut that sends Driller stumbling back, clutching at his jaw. He doesn’t look too happy when he looks up at Crippler before charging forward, hitting Crippler with a very stiff running clothesline, quickly following it up with an elbow drop before Crippler has a chance to get up. The veteran Crippler looks to be rocked as both guys get up to their feet. Driller ducks an elbow smash attempt by Crippler, spinning around and hitting Crippler with a hard big boot that lands square in Crippler’s chest, knocking the wind out of him as he slumps into a corner. Driller hauls him out of the corner and lifts him up onto his shoulders into a torture rack position. He pulls down with all his might, causing Crippler to scream out in pain. Driller keeps this locked in for a few moments longer before dropping down into a sitout backbreaker while keeping Crippler in the torture rack position.
One…
Two…
THR...KICKOUT!
Taj: It seems as if Driller is looking for every opportunity to really hurt Chris so far?
America: Well Driller has made no bones about wanting to get that rush from crippling his opponent.
Frustrated at Crippler’s kickout, Driller locks in a camel clutch, wrenching back hard on Crippler’s neck in an attempt to get him to tap out. But the storied veteran doesn’t give up so easily and thus Driller is forced to release the hold. Crippler is coughing and sputtering on the mat as Driller looks down at him, contemplating on what to do next. He whisks Crippler back up and quickly turns it into a backdrop driver. But he doesn’t stop there and once Driller has himself and Crippler back up to a vertical base, he hits Crippler with The Drill Bit (double underhook piledriver) before going for the cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner… DRILLER JAWORSKI!
Seemingly not satisfied with the win, Driller pulls Crippler back up and connects with another devastating The Drill Bit.
Taj: This is too much!
America: One can never get enough of a drilling, Taj.
As Driller attempts to pull Crippler up again, the crowd explodes in cheers as William Cordova, steel chair in hand, slides into the ring! Cordova wastes little time getting to his feet, lunging forward, and braining Driller with a chair shot to the dome! The chair shot only wobbles Driller so Cordova swings the chair again and this time connecting with Driller’s face, busting his nose!
Taj: Thank goodness for William!
America: Thank goodness for William?! That thug just assaulted Driller for no reason!
Blood leaking from his nose, Driller rolls out of the ring. William stands over the downed body of Chris while the crowd cheers.
Premiering June 9th, 2021
The feed starts up and we find ourselves in a quiet, shadow filled office somewhere in Moscow, the only light in the room is cast by a single lamp that sits on the wooden desk that seems to be the “center” of the room and yet it is from somewhere that we hear the familiar voice of the “Real Rock’n’Rolla” himself, Jacob Striker.
Jacob Striker: November of eighteen twelve, his Imperial Highness, Napoléon Bonaparte, fails in his attempt to conquer Russia due to his own arrogant belief that he was unbeatable. Mother Russia found him wanting and ended his empire. January of nineteen forty two, Adolf Hitler believes that he can do what no other man in history has done in his attempt to conquer Russian due to his own arrogant belief that he was unbeatable. Mother Russia found him wanting and ended his empire. Now in May of twenty twenty one, Rei Park believes that she can invade Russia and lay claim to the prize that is the Pride of One Wrestling Movement championship at long last.
From out of the shadows of the room, Jacob Striker emerges, holding his championship with a twisted smile on his face.
Jacob Striker: Mother Russia will find her wanting and end her empire before it is even founded. History, Rei, has a way of repeating itself in the most horrible of ways as both Napoleon and Hitler lost everything in the most horrible of final battles...and tonight is your own personal Waterloo. I have tried to tell you, Rei, that you are simply unworthy of being the Pride champion for this company for you do it not for the *pride* of this *company*...but for your own ego, which you have done nothing more than showcase this proven fact time and time again without fail over this past month and there is not a singular thing that you can do or say that will show otherwise. But to make matters worse, you and this match has come at truly horrible time as while before I have been very forgiving in my treatment of you in the ring, I have thrashed you from one corner of the ring to the next, from pillar to post and I have done so without the desire to do you any actual harm. Now, as I stand here in this office of all places...I don’t feel so “obligated” to be kind to you. You see tonight, Rei, tonight you will be made to suffer. You be used to be made an example of to those who do not understand that until *tonight*...I have been respectful of the collective group health.. Not anymore.
Jake walks around the desk and gently drapes his championship across the top of the desk before he sits down in the old leather chair, is squeaks under him like all fine leather chairs do as he fixes the camera with a hard look.
Jacob Striker: You have said many things in an attempt to be clever, Rei. You have constantly tried to use your fake Hakius to give you the advantage in each one of our verbal sparring matches...but tonight, when that bell rings, I want you to understand fully that the suffering that you’re about to go under is own damn fault and you’ll come to a full understanding of this when that rain of forearm strikes start to rain across your jaw and face...you’ll grasp that much needed fact when I hammerlock the cravate and you try to scream but find that the very breath has been taken from you. Tonight you will find out that what you assuming has been a game for you own little amusement, Rei, is in full actuality your own worst nightmare in the end, because in the end you will be found guilty and as you look up at me, being handed my championship back, you will finally understand one simple truth; You are just like your words on social media. Hollow. Hollow and empty just like your heart and soul, for you are nothing more than a pitiful little shell of a thing that I am going to enjoy crushing as proof to everyone as proof of what I say. And tonight, at Legendary 17, you will be exposed and worse. So come, step into my world and be revealed for the falsehood that you are.
Jake reaches over and picks up his title before the desk lamp which he smiles as the turns it off, dropping everyone back into darkness.
Jacob Striker: Go and pay your final respects, Rei Park, but don’t take too long because tonight, the Horseman is due a head and I am to *collect*.
The feed ends.
Tag Team Match
Ursula Von Rossbach and “The Forgotten One” Erick St. John versus Justice Cross and "Queen B" Bianca Davis
Ursula Von Rossbach and “The Forgotten One” Erick St. John versus Justice Cross and "Queen B" Bianca Davis
We have Bianca Davis and Erick St. John starting this match off for their respective teams. ESJ and Davis lock up, the Moscow fans booing and UVR scowling as they watch Bianca sidestep and poke the eyes of St. John before grabbing the hair and dragging The Forgotten One into a backbreaker. From there, Davis lays in the stomps on ESJ before dragging him back to his feet and seizing him in a headlock..
America: Bulldog attempt by The Queen Bee, ESJ shoves her off!
Taj: Dropkick by St. John! Irish whip by Davis, and a reversal by ESJ!
Bianca goes flying as Erick reels her in for a huge ripcord exploder suplex and Erick tries for the cover.
One…
Two...
America: Atta girl, Justice!
The fans BOO when Justice breaks up the pin attempt and a little more as she lays the stomps in on Erick, but they cheer right up as Ursula jumps between the ropes and runs in!
Taj: The referee thankfully restoring order before this turns into utter pandemonium!
Justice and Ursula are both ordered to their corners. Seizing the distraction opportunity, Bianca had applied an illegal choke on Erick and was really wearing him down as she slammed the back of his head into the mat.
Crowd: BOOOO!
The referee finally turns to catch it and he gets to a count of four before Bianca finally relinquishes. Davis goes for the cover.
Taj: Has Bianca done enough?
One…
Two...Erick kicks out!
Bianca snarls as she drags ESJ to his feet and seizes him in a headlock before dragging him over to the corner.
America: Justice popping the foot up for Bianca to slam Erick's face into it! Tag to Justice Cross.
Taj: The Moscow fans don't appreciate this double team!
The fans voice their disapproval as Justice and Bianca take turns at laying in kicks, stomps and punches in the corner before the ref breaks it up and orders Bianca out. Justice lays in several more cheap shots on ESJ before dragging him back up..
Taj: Justice going for that LIGHTS OUT.
The fans cheer as Erick easily breaks free and shoves Justice into the ropes, using them for leverage as he sends her flying with a release German suplex. Ursula and Erick's eyes meet as UVR calls for the tag. ESJ nods and starts to make his way over..
America: HAH! Erick can't move! That Simple Simon is hanging on to his ankle over there!
Taj: This damn team has done nothing except cheat!
There's a loud smack sound as Justice's boot meets the side of ESJ's head with a step up enziguri!
America: OH! And kick faces!
ESJ falls down to one knee.
Taj: Simon should stay the hell out of this match, America. Lest he wants to get hurt.
America: Speaking of getting hurt..
Justice moves in for the shining wizard, and the crowd POPs as ESJ rolls out of the way at the last second and reels Justice into a small package.
One…
Two…
TH...The referee stops his count!
Taj: That damn Simon AGAIN, placing Justice's foot on the ropes.
ESJ shakes his head as he goes to drag Justice up, but she meets the attempt with a shoulder barrage, and an open palm strike!
Taj: Cross with the Irish whip..
The fans cheer up as Justice tries for a backdrop, and ESJ meets it with a running punt to the face!
America: Desperation gutwrench neckbreaker by ESJ!
The roof nearly comes off the place as Erick crawls over and gets the tag to Ursula Von Rossbach!
Taj: CHANGING OF THE G..
America: NO! NO! STOP IT!
The fans POP as Ursula enters the ring and makes a beeline for Cross.
America: Big lariat turns Justice Cross inside out!
The crowd roars with approval as Bianca runs in and she eats a lariat too!
Taj: Lariat for Davis! Lariats for all!
Bianca tries to quietly crawl back to the corner. Ursula can feel the energy course through her as she beckons Justice back to her feet.
Taj: SAMBO CHOKESLAM on Cross! Justice bounces on impact! She doesn't want none of Lady Terminator!
The crowd taunt Justice as she moves for the tag, only for Ursula to sneer, grab her ankle and drag her back into her clutch.
America: Justice Cross missing with an enziguri attempt!
The crowd roars their approval as Ursula releases the ankle and deftly hauls Justice back to her feet.
Taj: Snap powerbomb! Justice looks like she could be done for!
One…
Two…
THR....Bianca Davis breaks it up!
Bianca sneers and kicks Ursula in the back for good measure, and then she lines her up for a punt, yet Ursula's instincts kick in, and Bianca finds herself swept into the calf crusher. The only reason Ursula releases her quickly is so she can meet the referee's count to crawl back to her corner.
Taj: Hah! Bianca thought she was slick!
America: Justice IS slick, though..
The fans BOO as Justice sneaks up behind Ursula with a roll up and gets her feet on the ropes for leverage.
One…
Two…
THR...The fans go crazy as Ursula lets out a grunt and HEAVES Justice off of her to break the cheating pin!
Taj: Holy crap!
Ursula doesn't wait to try to seize Justice in an MMA style vice for a good ol 'pounding, but Justice Cross is a slippery customer..
Taj: Von Rossbach and Cross both back to their feet..
Justice catches a lucky kick to the gut, doubling Ursula over..
Taj: Cross trying for the Irish whip and there's a reversal from Von Rossbach..
America: Davis is down!
Bianca stumbles back and falls off the apron as Justice haphazardly crashes into her on the rebound..
Taj: WOW! Ursula connects! This could be it!
Simon rolls into the ring to try to break it up..
Taj: MY REDEMPTION by ESJ on Simon! Erick rolls out!
UVR with the pin attempt on Justice.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match...Ursula Von Rossbach and Erick St. John!
Bianca pulls herself up off the floor to look into the ring with utter disgust at perhaps Justice but for sure UVR and ESJ. Without even making an attempt to get back in the ring, Bianca turns and walks back up the rampway.
Streaming Monthly on the Fifteenth
The cameras once again head to the back as Arley Kirk can be seen walking down the corridor that leads to catering.
Arley Kirk: C'mon AK. Think like Izzy Marx. If you were an entitled shiz for brains with a chip on your shoulder, where would you go?
As Arley is thinking this out loud, the fans are laughing at the backhanded insult as the cameras pan to where Izzy is supposedly "hiding." The mask covering Izzy's face doesn't allow the camera to get a full glimpse of how mad Izzy is beginning to get after listening to Arley talking about her.
Izzy Marx: That stupid bitch has no idea what I am capable of inside the ring.
Izzy continues to keep her location a secret as she completely ignores the fans beginning to fill the seats around her. As she is doing so, the cameras cut back to Brad who is still searching for his wife.
Bradley Alford: IZZY! Where did you go? I know you said you were in the restroom but I had some stupid fan check for me. I don't think she understood me but still. You weren't in the bathroom. Now where are you?
Izzy doesn't show any emotion but looks deadpanned at her phone.
Izzy Marx: He's dead when we get home.
Brad starts to pick up his pace a bit as he yells her name out louder. Right as Arley turns the corner, she spots Brad looking like a complete doofus. She shakes her head before letting out a whistle towards him. This is able to get his attention pretty easily.
Arley Kirk: Yo, Brad. Where did ya insignificant other get off to? I broke a perfectly good Singapore cane looking for her.
Brad, with a dumb look on his face, gives Arley a look over while still drawing a blank.
Bradley Alford: Do I know you? Why are you looking for Izzy?
This brings a smirk to Izzy's face as she knew Brad hadn't met Arley Kirk yet since he is mostly in the tag team division with Tom Torch.
Bradley Alford: Why did you whistle at me?
Brad looks at the woman with a puzzled look on his face. Arley raises an eyebrow while looking at him.
Arley Kirk: I'm the bitch who has done more in my rookie year in the industry and is already one of the most decorated.....
The crowd lets a loud "Woah" as Arley pretends to be blowing smoke off her imaginary six shooters. She turns back to Brad who doesn't seem to be all that impressed.
Arley Kirk: Now you can either stand in the hallway like a stale bottle of urine or you can tell me where your wife is hiding.
Brad stands there not moving a muscle while crossing his arms in front of his chest. His demeanor changes slightly while looking at the woman.
Bradley Alford: I heard about you from Izzy. She said you were nothing but a disrespectful termite. Judging by the look of you, I'd say she is pretty spot on with her description. Now as for my wife, I don't know where she is but I do know I wouldn't tell you her location for anything.
Izzy's eyes begin to water as she listens to her own husband talking like her. After Brad says those things, Arley bends slightly at the waist while taking both of Brad's cheeks into her hands and begins to coo at him.
Arley Kirk: Awww, ain't that sweet? We got us a mealy mouth sycophant who keeps his cajones in his wife's boots.
Arley condescendingly slaps Brad a couple of times before releasing his jaw. Brad rubs his face as a look similar to Izzy appears on his face.
Bradley Alford: You don't fucked yourself.
Arley Kirk: All good, man. I'm just fakk her up harder.
Arley shrugs her shoulders as she turns on her heels and moves away from Bradley Alford.
Arley Kirk: It's a shame that you can't be your own man, Bradley. A proper shame.
Arley shoulders checks a pair of double doors that lead into another section of the CSKA Arena. As the doors are closing, Brad manages to say one final word towards Arley.
Bradley Alford: I don't hit skanks or shitless wanders. My wife is smarter than you. If I can't find her then neither will you.
Brad watches as the doors close behind Arley. He continues his search as the cameras cut back to Izzy.
Izzy Marx: That fucking bitch is just begging for me to break her goddamn hands and shove them up her own ass. If she thinks slapping Brad is going to save her ass then she has another thing coming.
Izzy's temper is beginning to simmer as she continues to watch from her secret spot. The cameras cut back to Arley who has made it into another corridor as she just chuckles to herself.
Arley Kirk: If Brad had two brains in his head, it would be lonely.
Arley rubs his chin as she starts to think about later on in the night.
Arley Kirk: I have wasted a lot of time and energy searching for a damn ghost. I broke a damn kendo stick over this mess. I will get to Marx eventually but right now I need to focus on regaining MY world championship.
Arley makes a very sharp right as she heads toward the dressing room area which happens to be on the opposite side of the arena.
Arley Kirk: I literally have my title match in close to an hour and I've used most of my time on a wild goose chase. No matter, I will still put on a show for these fans and become a 2 time IWM Champion.
The crowd pops loud as Arley continues to head for her locker room. The cameras cut back to see Izzy, now standing up to her feet and moving towards the double doors she entered this area from. A sinister grin is hiding beneath her mask.
Izzy Marx: It would suck if someone made it more challenging for Arley to achieve that ridiculous goal.
A sinister laugh escapes from her voice as she leaves back through the double doors. The cameras cut back to Arley who has just made it to her dressing room. Arley is doing some shadow boxing drills while thinking about Jenn Drew but also keeping Izzy Marx on the back of her mind.
Arley Kirk: Y'know, all this business with Izzy Marx is kind of my bad when you think about it. When she didn't think I was paying attention to her, she got it by brutalizing my brother Lash. I mean, I have been dismissive of her up until that happened.
Arley stops her drill and tugs on the collar of her shirt.
Arley Kirk: I have seen this exact persona play out way too many times. I thought it was just adorable but I was wrong.
Arley reaches her hand towards the handle and opens the door. She takes one step inside before looking back at the camera.
Arley Kirk: I guess I am paying for that y'all. However, out of the two of us? I can easily afford it.
AK smirks while she closes the door and disappears into her locker room.
Tag Team Match
Coda and Solomon Monster versus Q's Beast and "Ya Girl" Q
Coda and Solomon Monster versus Q's Beast and "Ya Girl" Q
This contest kicks off between The Beast and Coda. Q's Beast lunges at Coda several times and Coda is able to dodge and weave before grabbing an arm and reeling him in, knocking Beast down hard with a short arm clothesline. Coda misses with her seated senton attempt as Beast rolls out of the way. Both combatants are back to their feet and a deep arm drag by Coda. Beast is uneasy getting back to his feet and Coda uses his momentum against him, collecting Beast with a Japanese arm drag and rolling through.
Taj: Coda mounts the Beast and blasts away with repeated punches!
America: I can't believe that Q's Beast is taking' punishment like this!
Taj: Look at Solomon over in the corner!
As Coda lands punches to Beast, she quickly glances over to Solomon is aggressively shadow boxing in the corner, and then back down to Q's Beast just in time to eat a monkey flip and for Beast to dive on top of her with his own flurry of wild forearm strikes, elbows and punches.
America: Beast sure as hell managed to turn the tables!
Q's Beast drags Coda back to her feet and seizes her in a headlock.
Taj: Looks as though Q wants in!
The crowd heats up as Q's Beast drags Coda over into their corner and gets the tag to Q who gets to the top rope.
America: Beast getting Coda up in a vertical suplex!
Taj: I think Q is going for the crossbody!
The fans get even louder as Coda wriggles free at the last second and lands on her feet behind Beast.
Taj: Release German suplex sends Beast sailing!
America: Coda with a running avalanche arm drag to Q and she lands right on the Beast!
As the referee orders Beast out of the ring, Coda has the crowd in the palm of her hand. Solomon calls for the tag with a menacing grin on his face, and sections of the crowd start to BOO as Coda gets to her feet, marches over and tags him in.
Taj: Solomon like a shark smelling blood in the water, America.
Solomon charges in and delivers a fast series of stomps to Q and drops a fast elbow!
America: The Monster is on fire here, Solomon dragging Q back up. Irish whip..
Q hits the ropes and rebounds, Solomon growls as he throws a clothesline but Q ducks at the last second.
Taj: Samoan drop by Q!
Solomon hits the deck and Q lands a standing frog splash before going for the cover
One…
Two…
T...A stomp from Coda breaks it up!
Coda lands a kick to the side of Q's head before the referee regains control and shuffles her out to her corner. Meanwhile Q is dragging a groggy Solomon back up as her Beast sticks his hand out and calls for the tag.
America: Q with the whip into the corner! No..Solomon with the reversal.
Solomon ducks down for a backdrop as Q hits the ropes but she leapfrogs over him..
Taj: Solomon hitting the ropes now! YAKUZA KIC…
America: Q rolls out of the way!
Taj: Springing high knee from Q! Solomon is down!
Q lunges over to the corner and tags in her Beast who is bursting at the seams to get back in.
America: Beast hastily dragging Solomon up..
Solomon grunts as he blocks the attempt and the Monster starts blasting away at Beast with repeated open palm strikes as the crowd roars. Beast manages to block one and send Solomon back with a headbutt, and the crowd gets even louder as the two big men exchange haymakers in the middle of the ring!
Taj: Beast whacks Solomon!
America: Solomon whacks Beast!
Back and forth they go until Solomon lands a particularly big shot, sending Beast sprawling backwards into the corner, semi conscious..
America: Tag to Coda!
Coda hops on in and as Solomon growls something at Coda, she nods as they quickly fire away with kicks and stomps in the corner before sending Beast off for an Irish whip..
Taj: Solomon ducks down..
The crowd is on their feet as Coda takes a run up in the other direction and launches off Solomon's back..
America: SONATA KNEE!
Solomon scrambles out of the ring as Coda hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
THRE...Q breaks it up at the last microsecond!
The crowd is roaring as Q quickly rolls back out. Coda gets back up to one knee, looking daggers at Q. Before anyone knows it, Coda pulls a face and leaps to her feet, taking a run up at Q..
Taj: Q GRABS THE ROPES!
America: CODA HITS THE CONCRETE FROM A MODIFIED SONATA KNEE IN THE CORNER!
Solomon rushes into the ring, the crowd roars as he gets cut in half by a diving spear tackle from Q's Beast and crumples up like an accordion! Beast dives on top for the cover!
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winners of this match...Q’s Beast and Q!!
Without missing a beat, the Beast and Q commence to laying the boots to Solomon, who doesn’t seem to be putting up too much of a fight. Favoring her knee, Coda pulls herself back up to her feet. Seeing the mugging going on in the ring, she grabs a steel chair and rolls back into the ring, attempting to help Solomon.
Taj: I don’t think this is a smart move on Coda’s part. She’s outnumbered two to one.
America: Where in the world are the rest of the Kali Kartel?!
Taj: You don’t remember that Solomon basically ordered them to stay away from this match at all cost.
Coda yells to get the attention of the Beast. Once he turns around, Coda tosses the chair at him. He catches it and Coda delivers a modified Symphonic Elbow (running spinning back elbow) into the chair into the Beast’s masked face! Coda turns to Q who thinks better of the exchange and slides out of the ring. She retrieves her Beast before smugly walking back up the rampway. Coda checks on the downed Solomon.
Taj: Q and her Beast won the match but you have to think this isn’t over?
America: Hmm, you don’t find it odd that Solomon seemed so easily...nevermind, we’ll talk about off camera during this intermission.
Suddenly a familiar and feminine Scottish accented voice interrupts the show. Russian subtitles are naturally provided to translate the person's speech for those watching at home as well as across the big screen over the stage for the fans in live attendance.
Voice: HELLLLOOOOOO MOSCOOOOWWW!!!! I'M UP HERE!
High up in the rafters the Ginger Ninja, Molly O'Hatherine sits with a big grin on her face, lights shining up at her as she addresses the crowd below. She's sporting black cargo pants, climbing boots, fingerless gloves, a hooded long jacket, and a bright green Hatchet Clan T-shirt! She shoots everyone a huge grin before addressing the crowd.
Molly O’Hatherine: Aye, what a time to be alive, yeah? Been watchin' two sides battle it out from the sidelines with one of me friends involved and I cannae' help but be a bit confused by all of it. Tha' more ya' watch, tha' more ya' start seein' holes in both arguments. The Renaissance wants change but seems ta' lack tha' teeth ta' make it happen. Their opposition, let's call them The Redacted because if I say their name, I'll be bleeped for, well, reasons. Ye'll know who I'm talkin' about easily enough by sayin' who their direct opposition is.
She twirls the microphone with her fingers for a brief pause before bringing it right back to those freckled lips to talk a bit more.
Molly O’Hatherine: Here I sit on the sidelines thinking both sides are kinda' fawkin' stupid.
Molly rises to a stand on those rafters, looking down at the crowd below her.
Molly O’Hatherine: Ya' see, I'm a woman who's tired of watchin' tha' same shite go down with all tha' predictability of a train on tha' tracks. One side says tha' old ways are tha' only ways while tha' other sees themselves as peaceful agents of change. Both seem manipulative. Both want to enforce their will upon a sport that's by tha' people and for tha' people.
Another twirl of the microphone as she starts to pace back and forth slowly on her high perch.
Molly O’Hatherine: Solomon and Erick, the leaders of tha' two factions, one a militant oppressor and tha' latter more passive in their resistance. Both claim to want what's best fer wrestlin' and yet both maneuver in ways that have me questionin' their motives. Wrestling is what it has always been and those who have tried ta' enforce any will other than that of the people's has always risked one thing, something the Russian people know all too well about.... Revolution.
She looks over at a camera rising up to meet her as close as it can, squatting down a bit.
Molly O’Hatherine: Be careful, boys. A third option is brewing beneath yer noses that'll disrupt it all and restore wrestlin' ta' what it's always meant ta' be; Beautiful Violence that is as artistic as it is trash, technical as is barbaric, and fair as it is dirty. Oppression only begets resistance and weak resistance only motivates those with more conviction and willpower ta' make up for tha' failings of peaceful passivity, yeah. Ya' cannae' be passive in wrestling, only proactive. I'll be watchin' from on high and when tha' moment comes, tha' Hatchet Clan revolution will begin whether ye' like it or not.
With that the redhaired Scotswoman steps forward off the rafter support beam to plummet to the floor below! It's then that we notice what her long coat was concealing the entire time: a mat black and hard to see rappel line attached to the beam. Her descent slows as she drops out of sight behind a divider wall, the line coming back up with her not attached. When cameras on ground level run around the entrance stage to where she dropped and look over this wall, they find that she's already long gone, having vanished without a trace!
[/centerPride of 1WM Championship Match
Rei Park versus "The Real Rock n Rolla" Jacob Striker
Torres: The following is the PRIDE OF 1WM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
The upbeat tempo of “불타오르네 (Fire)” by BTS begins to play throughout the arena’s sound system as the beat and the anticipation builds.
불타오르네
When the words “fire fire fire fire“ start resonating throughout, Rei Park bursts out from behind the curtain as fiery colored lights flash around the stage, followed by her manager, Kaede Tanabe. 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 first from Seoul, South Korea….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet three inches….representing the Seoul Queens...she is the challenger….REI PARKEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: It’s been an uphill battle for Rei to get a one on one rematch against Jacob for the Pride of 1WM Championship but she’s finally here and looking to walk out as the new champion.
America: I like Rei, I really do, but she really needs to make up her mind on whether she’s going to be a hero or villain.
Taj: Why? Why can’t she just be Rei?
America: Because that's boring as hell.
”"Necessary Evil" by Motionless in White feat. Jonathan Davis plays as Jacob Striker makes his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Sleepy Hollow, New York….weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds…..standing at a height of six feet even...he is the current, reigning, and defending Pride of 1WM Champion….he is the Real Rock n’ Rolla...JACOB STRIKEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: Jacob looking to add another defense to his reign and finally put Rei in his rearview mirror.
America: I like Jacob, I really do, but he needs to make up his mind on whether he’s going to be a hero or villain.
Taj: Didn’t you just say the same thing about Rei?
America: Yep and the same sentiment rings true with Jacob. Can imagine how much more memorable his Pride of 1WM Championship run will be if he fully embraced being the bad guy?!
The referee looks at both wrestlers to make sure they're ready before calling for the bell, the match now underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Jacob runs across the ring and immediately hits Rei with a spear! He grabs hold of Rei's hair and slams the back of Rei's head into the mat. Jacob does it a second time and then a third---the fans showing their support for the aggression that they're seeing! Smirking, Jacob pulls himself back up to his feet. Rei slowly tries to drag herself up as well---Jacob immediately grabbing hold of her and shooting her across the ring. Jacob waits for Rei to come back on the rebound and then hits her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Jacob covers.
One...
Two...kick out!
America: Now this is the Jacob Striker that could put a stranglehold on the Pride title! Keep up this ruthlessness!
Taj: This is a side of Jacob that has been slowly seeping out over the past few months.
Jacob grabs Rei and drags her back up to her feet. He gets in Rei's face and begins to yell at her---the fans once again showing their support. Jacob then hits Rei in the mouth with a forearm smash and then a second. He once again shoots her across the ring. This time, Rei is ready to strike---leaping into the air and hitting Jacob with a flying forearm smash! Rei hits Jacob with a knee shot! She follows it up with a second before grabbing Jacob. She tries to set Jacob up for a sitout neckbreaker, but Jacob shoves Rei away. Jacob waits for Rei to turn around and then charges---only to have Rei leap into the air and hit him with a dropsault! Rei pops back up to her feet and positions herself over Jacob, landing on him with a standing moonsault! She hooks the leg for the cover. Kaebe slaps the apron along with the referee.
One...
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!!
Taj: We almost had a new Pride of 1WM Champion!
Rei turns around and heads over toward the nearest turnbuckle. Rei climbs up to the second turnbuckle and waits for Jacob to pull himself back up to his feet. Once Jacob is standing, Rei leaps off and tries to hit him with a missile dropkick! Jacob steps out of the way and Rei crashes hard to the mat instead! Rei tries to drag herself back up to her feet, only to have Jacob run at her and connect with a series of vicious knee strikes! Jacob then tries to wrestle Rei into position for a DDT---only to have Rei shove him away! Jacob stumbles a step before regaining his balance and charging back at Rei. He gets caught in a small package..
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
Both wrestlers pull themselves back up to their feet. Rei tries to step toward Jacob to grab him---only to have the Champ hit her with a perfectly placed superkick to the jaw! Rei falls to the mat and Jacob covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!!
Taj: This has been close and these two are going back and forth with each other!
America: Over/under that Justice Cross will be popping up here soon?
Jacob grabs Rei and yells at her, hitting her with a slap to the face! Rei stumbles from the impact. Jacob Striker bounces off of the ropes, blasting Rei in the face with a forearm! Rei stumbles back into a corner. Jacob moves in, sending kicks into Rei's gut!
Taj: Rei is being completely overwhelmed!
Jacob backs up then rushes toward Rei, going for a corner splash! Rei moves out of the way and quickly jumps through the ropes to the floor outside. She reaches in, grabs Jacob's leg and pulls him down, slamming his knee into the ring post!
America: OWWW!! That’s going to really hurt in the morning!
Rei glances over at Kaede, nodding her head before slamming Jacob's knee against the ring post again. Kaede leaps up on the apron, yelling at the referee. The ref tells Kaede to get down, approaching her. Kaede tries to get in the ring as Jacob crawls out of the corner, grimacing as he reaches for his knee.
Taj: What in the world is Kaede doing?! Get down from there!
The referee keeps Kaede from getting in the ring, completely missing her tossing a pair of brass knuckles in the ring. Rei slides into the ring, grabs the knuckles, and slips them on her hand. Jacob gets up, limping a little bit. He turns around and Rei blasts him with a shot to the jaw with the brass knuckles!
Taj: Did you see that, America?
America: You mean that act of strength? Yeah!
Jacob hits the mat, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Rei takes the knuckles off and Kaede jumps to the floor. Rei slides the knuckles out of the ring as the referee points at Kaede. Rei hooks the leg for the cover as Kaede runs around the ring, picking up the brass knuckles.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...AND NEW Pride of 1WM Champion...Rei Park!!!
The crowd boos as Rei gets up, leaping up and down, and throwing her arms in the air in celebration. The referee retrieves the belt and hands it to Rei, who quickly takes it and leaves the ring, moving fast up the ramp with Kaede.
Taj: Jacob was robbed here tonight, America!
America: No, robbery is what happened at Massive when Jacob won the title! Everything has been set right tonight!
The ref helps Jacob up, who looks around in a complete daze, unsure of where he even is.
We are greeted with a video of The Master Sisters backstage, looking straight at the camera.
Aurora Master: Hello ladies and gentleman, my name is Aurora Master… But you should be aware of that by now, after all we have been the Tag Team Champions for most of the year. But no more. It’s been almost a year since we joined 1WM, back then we were the newbies, talking big and trying to prove they are worth their talk. Ten months since our debut, The Master Sisters have most definitely proven that. But since then the division has also grown considerably. It’s harder to stay at the top when everyone is gunning for you… but that’s what all champions need to do. Take care of your surroundings. That has always been my motto, my lesson. But it’s fucking hard to follown when LITERALLY everyone is trying to grab your ass at the same time.
It was fun at first, it caused a lot of matches to go to our favour, but of course, it came to be our downfall too. No excuses, I love chaos, we love chaos, but in chaos anything can happen… and that’s how the worst outcome happened. The Headhunters. The worst team that could ever be champions… became the champions. Now, the Symphony of Destruction may feel like they deserve their opportunity for the title, and I’m sure they hate The Headhunters even more than us, but that’s beside the point. The point is, the history books will say this: The Master Sisters lost their title against The Headhunters… That’s something that I cannot allow, that’s the worst shame I can have on my title. The Headhunters, you won due to unorganized chaos, don’t you think for a second you won those titles because you deserve them.
Now, today you have two options, you either man up, improve and make a serious effort to win, or bet on chaos again and lose. Oh, but don’t misunderstand, the first option is what you should strive for… for your own self-improvement, but you’re still going to lose. I am most definitely not going to allow YOU out of all the teams, YOU, to have those things any longer. And if the fans of the only decent Megadeth song want to have a go at us after that, don’t worry little ladies, we aren’t going anywhere, and if Ursula thinks she’s the baddest woman in OWM, she has yet to REALLY look at Moonlight. No matter what, after today’s done, we’re going to be YOUR VERY FIRST TWO-TIME TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
The screen fades to black.
1WM Tag Team Championship Match
The Master Sisters (Moonlight and Aurora Master) versus The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway)
The Master Sisters (Moonlight and Aurora Master) versus The Headhunters (Eric and Dexter Calloway)
Torres: The following is a tag team match for the 1WM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS and it is set for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!!
”Love is a Parasite” by Blanck Mass plays as Aurora and Moonlight Master make their way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from London, United Kingdom….they are the ex-One Wrestling Movement Tag Team Champions...they are Moonlight and Aurora Master….THE MASTEEEEERRRRR SISTERRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taj: The ex-Tag Team Champions getting an immediate rematch.
America: Let’s not confuse things, it was the current Tag Team Champs that insisted that their first defense would be against The Master Sisters.
Nipsey Hussle "Last Time That I Checked" 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. They step into the ring, hooping and hollering, ready to go against whoever they have tonight.
Torres: Introducing first at a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds...representing the Kali Kartel….they are the current, reigning, and defending 1WM Tag Team Champions….Dexter and Eric Calloway….THE HEADHUNTERRRRRSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
America: I’m going on record right now and saying that The Headhunters will remain the 1WM Tag Team Champions until they decide they don’t want to be anymore!
Taj: That’s quite a bold statement, America.
America: I’m a bold kind of chick. Besides there is not one single team in 1WM that has a chance against them.
DING DING DING!!!
Taj: It looks like we're starting our Tag title bout off between Aurora Master and Dexter Calloway!
Both Dexter and Aurora grimace as they lock up in the middle. Dexter gets the go behind and tries for a waistlock takedown, yet Master locks her leg in and gets a reversal on it..
America: As much showboating as The Headhunters have been doing since coming away from that Antichamber match with the gold, I believe they came out with the gold for a reason, Taj! The Calloways set to make their first defence!
Dexter nails Aurora with a back elbow to the jaw, swings her around and gets in a wrenching front face lock.
Taj: Bias isn't the name of our game, America Vaughn! Besides, you just can't rule the former champions out!
The crowd perks up as Aurora fights her way free, gets the go behind and delivers a sharp Russian legsweep, trying to take advantage for the quick cover..
One…
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America: Calloway easily powers out. What was Aurora thinking?
Taj: Both combatants back to their feet. Deep arm drag by Aurora. Calloway back up and Aurora takes him back down with a dropkick!
Aurora looks around before she turns on her heels and launches into a moonsault..
America: OOF. You have to love it when they get their knees up!
Aurora rolls off and Dexter drags her to her feet, seizes her in a headlock and marches her over to Headhunters' corner, ramming Aurora's face into Eric's boot and tagging him in..
Taj: CHANGING OF THE GUA….
America: ENOUGH!!
Taj: Bah. Calloways now with with the Argentine leg lock on Master! OOOH! Swing over facebuster!
Aurora hits the mat hard in time for the referee to quickly hustle Dexter out of the ring. The crowd BOO as Eric seizes the temporary distraction to pull a chain out of his pocket and choke Aurora with it for a few seconds..
Taj: BLATANT cheating on the part of the Tag Team champions!
America: Hey, it can only amount to cheating if you get caught! Anyhow. Calloway dragging Aurora back up and there's an Irish whip..
The fans perk up as Aurora stands her ground and gets the reversal, dragging Eric back in for a hard impromptu shining wizard which stuns him and drops him to a knee..
Taj: Basement dropkick! Look! Moonlight is calling for the tag!
Aurora nods and crawls over to make the tag but Eric manages to seize her ankle..
America: Calloway eating another kick to the face for his trouble! Can Aurora get to the corner?
Taj: YES! CHANGING OF…
America: DAMN IT, TAJ!
The fan volume seriously boosts as Aurora tags out and Moonlight jumps in, quickly taking Eric down with a clothesline!
Taj: Dexter running in! And you bet there's a clothesline for Dexter!
The fans start to BOO again as Moonlight turns around in time to catch Eric coming at her from behind, but they give her a huge POP as she sends him sailing with a backdrop!
America: God damn it, Dexter!
The fans cheer again as Moonlight just about takes his head off with a running big boot, and Dexter rolls out to ringside in a daze, eventually crawling back to the corner.
Taj: Moonlight dragging Eric back up now. Irish whip..
America: But there's a reversal!
The fans get a little louder as Eric stands his ground and sends Moonlight crashing headlong into Aurora, sending her off the apron to the mats.
America: HUGE jumping forearm smash by Calloway!
The fans start to BOO once more as Eric calls for Dexter who runs in..
Taj: WHEELBARROW SUPLEX by Eric!
America: OH! Dexter running in with the sit out rear mat slam! That's the SAN ANDREAS FAULT!
Dexter quickly hustles out of the ring as Eric hooks the leg.
One..
Two…
THREE!!
Aurora is just a split second too late getting in to break it up.
Torres: The winners of this match….AND STILL the 1WM Tag Team Champions...Dexter and Eric Calloway...The Headhunters!!
As the Headhunters are celebrating their first defense, ”Arsonist Lullabye” by Hozie echoes through the arena as Liam Richardson and Miles Watson, collectively known as Strike 2 Kill, run down the ramp toward the ring.
America: Now what?
Taj: It’s the newest 1WM tag team, Strike 2 Kill. Dexter and Eric put out the challenge on social media days ago and Liam and Miles readily accepted.
America: So we’re about to get another title match right now?
With their attention solely on the Headhunters, Strike 2 Kill slide into the ring and are instantly blindsided by two bearded Cauasian males in street clothes!
America: Are these some Russian fans attacking our wrestlers?!
Taj: Not at all. That’s actually Mark and Chris Frenzy!
America: Who?!
Taj: From what I hear Mark is currently in contract negotiations.
Smirking, Eric and Dexter exit the ring as the Frenzy brothers beat down Liam and Miles.It isn’t long before referees and security flood the ring to put a halt to it.
Butterscotch Monroe is backstage with Griffin Hawkins who has his referee shirt on.
Butterscotch Monroe: Griffin Hawkins. You have been assigned to be the Special Referee for tonight's main event between Arley Kirk and Jenn Drew. Do you have any preference to who should win this?
Griffin HawkinsGriffin Hawkins: Actually Butterscotch...I got no preference. The only side I'm on here is my own. I was assigned to be the referee because they believe I will call this right down the middle.
Butterscotch Monroe: Well, what if it's Arley who wins this?
Griffin HawkinsGriffin Hawkins: Arley has proven to be a fighting champion no matter what the doubters say about her. Jealous people say jealous things. But truthfully, I wouldn't mind a one on one title match with her. She doesn't seem like the type who ducks anybody.
Butterscotch Monroe: And if Jenn wins this?
Griffin HawkinsGriffin Hawkins: Then that would be interesting. The last time me and Jenn shared a ring in a one on one match, it was me who walked out victorious. In fact, a lot of experts say if it wasn't for the interference from Noelle Jansen, I'd be World Heavyweight Champion right now. Since then, I've been doing every thing I can to earn a shot at the gold. If Jenn somehow retains, then I advise her to keep her head on a swivel.
Butterscotch Monroe Monroe: So...what kind of referee will you be in this match?
Griffin HawkinsGriffin Hawkins: It's simple. I'm gonna call it right down the middle. Nobody's gonna intimidate me, and nobody's gonna take me down. Tonight, we're gonna see who is the rightful Champion.
He walks away as we go to a commercial.
The World Domination International Tour Continues
Live from Allianz Arena in Munich, Bavaria, Germany
Streaming June 30, 2021
Main Event
1WM World Heavyweight Championship Match
"Suicide Blonde" Arley Kirk versus "The Rebel Queen" Jenn Drew
Torres: The following is the LEGENDARY SEVENTEEN MAIN EVENT!!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
Torres: This match is for the 1WM WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP ! It is scheduled for ONE FALL or SUBMISSION with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!!
”Wild Child” by W.A.S.P hits as Griffin Hawkins comes down to the ring in his referee shirt and matching Zubaz pants. The crowd cheers as he throws the devil horns up.
Taj: And here comes the special referee, Griffin Hawkins, for this match!
America: I smell a fix coming on...
Taj: Are you trying to say Griffin will be biased?! He said earlier that he'll call it right down the middle!
America: You actually bought that garbage?! Here's the truth Taj, Griffin Hawkins' ego is so big, if there was a funeral..he'd be upset that he's not the corpse! He just wants to be the center of attention, that's why he was so eager to take this assignment from the higher ups, he can't help but be in the spotlight!
Taj: Whether it's true or not, he is still the special referee. I'm willing to believe he won't allow any shenanigans to happen under his watchful eye!
He gets on the ropes, pumping up the crowd as he throws the horns up some more. He gets down and awaits the combatants.
"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 the 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..
Taj: The first ever World Heavyweight Champion looking to become the two time Champion. Regardless if she holds the title or not, there can be no denying that Arley is the face of the 1WM franchise!
America: I’ll deny it! The face of 1WM is the World Heavyweight Champion and the champion is the woman coming out right now!
“Marionette” by Flyleaf plays as Jenn Drew, along with her manager, Kaebe Tanada, makes her way to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next from Manchester, England….weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet….she is one half of the Seoul Queens...she is the current, reigning, and defending 1WM World Heavyweight Champion….she is the Rebel Queen….JENNNNNNNN DREEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
America: Stand up, Taj, and pay respect to our World Champion!
Taj: That’s not going to happen so you might as well sit down as well.
Suddenly ”Boss's Daughter” by Pop Evil plays as Izzy Marx makes her way out. In the ring, Arley sees her and begins to make her way out of the ring but Griffin physically holds the ex-champion back. Snickering, Izzy gets to the commentators table and has a seat next to Taj and America. She gives a condescending wave towards Arley while placing her headset onto her head.
Taj: Welcome to the broadcast table, Izzy.
Izzy Marx: Thanks. I know it’s your pleasure that I’m out here.
America: This is an unexpected visit especially after we’ve seen you running from Arley all night. I thought you’d be halfway back to Canada at this point!
Izzy Marx: First off America, I’m from Orlando, Florida not Canada. Second, I wasn’t running. I am merely playing a game of hide and seek. It just proves that Arley sucks at seeking.
Griffin looks at both wrestlers to make sure that they’re ready for the upcoming match. Arley rolls her eyes and gives Izzy the middle finger before turning her attention to Jenn. Griffin then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
Izzy Marx: Hello to you too Arley.
DING DING DING!!!
Jenn Drew and Arley Kirk both circle around the ring as they wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, the two grapple up. Arley easily drives Jenn back against the ropes and hits her with a series of chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
Izzy Marx: Can anyone tell these fans to shut up? Come on Griffin, do your fucking job!!
Arley then shoots Jenn across the ring. Arley waits for Jenn to come back on the rebound before leaping into the air and hitting her with a perfectly timed dropkick! Jenn crashes hard to the mat! Arley grabs her and locks in a front facelock. She begins to apply pressure to wear Jenn down while delivering a few strikes to her back for good measure. Jenn manages to shove Arley away as she staggers back to the nearest turnbuckle and tries to refocus herself.
Taj: Quick start to this match by Arley Kirk, though you have to respect Jenn’s awareness…
America: Jenn knows what she’s doing! Sometimes it’s worth refocusing and getting your head back in the game!
Izzy Marx: Jenn has all the tools while Arley lacks the brains to do anything.
Jenn remains slumped against the turnbuckle as Arley quickly closes the gap. The ex-champ leaps into the air and tries to hit the current champ with a big splash in the corner---only to have Jenn duck out of the way at the last possible second! Arley stumbles around from the impact. Jenn grabs hold of her and snaps off a side Russian leg sweep! Arley crashes to the mat, but nonetheless tries to immediately reach her feet. Unfortunately for her, Jenn is once again ready to strike---this time charging forward with a devastating knee! Arley crashes to the mat as Jenn smirks.
Taj: The World Champion saw the opening and took advantage of it.
America: People might forget that she is a genuine veteran for a reason! She’s good! She’s GREAT!
Izzy Marx: I wouldn’t go that far, America. Jenn is okay but she’s no Izzy Marx.
Arley slowly stumbles back up to her feet. Jenn meets her with a series of quick strikes. She continues to try and wear Arley down by grabbing her arm and wrenching away. Arley is fairly quickly able to use her strength to her advantage pulling Jenn in and delivering a shoulderblock. Arley releases her hold on Jenn’s arm and drops to the mat. Arley hoists her into the air for a Northern Lights suplex that she bridges into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!
Izzy Marx: Pathetic.
Jenn tries to pull herself back up to her feet while creating space between herself and Arley. Unfortunately for her, Arley is ready to strike---running and hitting an enziguri that sends Jenn crashing back to the mat! Arley hooks the leg.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!!!
Taj: This is the kind of momentum that Arley is going to need if she plans on winning the World Heavyweight Championship back!
America: I one hundred percent agree with you, Taj! She needs to keep this up and not give Jenn even a moment to get back into this match, because if she gets that moment…
Taj: She’s dangerous!
Izzy Marx: Oh please!
Arley grabs Jenn and drags her back up to her feet. Arley tries to get her into position for ___, but Jenn manages to free herself. Arley fairly quickly tries to close the gap between the two, only to have Jenn catch her with what appears to be an inadvertent thumb to the eye!
Taj: I’m not sure how fair that was?!
America: Who are you kidding, Taj?! It was definitely fair.
Izzy Marx: I have to agree with America. If Griffin doesn’t see it then it counts. Plus what is he going to do about it... disqualify her?
Griffin admonishes Jenn for the thumb poke. The World Champ sneers at the guest referee. Arley stumbles a few steps allowing Jenn to charge and deliver a jumping knee strike! Arley drops to a knee. Jenn grabs her and snaps off a reverse DDT! The Champ hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two
THR...KICK OUT!!
Jenn grabs Arley and tries to wrestle her into position for a Fujiwara armbar. Arley reaches out toward the ropes and grabs them to keep Jenn from fully locking in the hold. Griffin comes over and forces Jenn to break things up---though the World Champ responds by keeping the hold locked in anyway! Griffin counts.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...Jenn releases the hold.
Izzy Marx: Maybe Arley should have been focusing on this match instead of chasing after me.
Griffin tries to warn her as Jenn simply smirks. Griffin forces her to give Arley some space to make it back up to his feet.
America: That’s what I like to see in matches like this!
Taj: A complete disrespect for the rules?
Once Arley is up, Griffin allows Jenn to get back on the attack. She charges at Arley and is dropped on the top rope for a stungun! Jenn falls to the mat and tries to catch her breath!
Izzy Marx: How in the hell is that okay? Griffin is letting Arley do whatever she wants tonight.
Sensing an opening, the challenger tries to land on the champion with a standing shooting star press! Jenn gets her knees into the air! Arley lands on them before falling to the mat.
Taj: I think Arley is seriously hurt, guys!
Izzy Marx: How can an imbecile be hurt?
Taking a deep breath, Jenn pulls herself back up to her feet. She then hits Arley with a standing moonsault! Jenn then locks in Arley’s Coyote Clutch (Mexican stretch dragon sleeper bridging deathlock) in the middle of the ring!
Taj: How disrespectful! Jenn has Arley’s own submission move locked on to her!
Izzy Marx: Not so tough now huh?
Arley looks around and tries to escape but ultimately begins tapping! Griffin has no choice but to reluctantly call for the end of the match.
Torres: The winner of this match...AND STILL the 1WM World Heavyweight Champion...Jenn Drew!!!
Izzy Marx: It’s been real fun but I got business to take care of.
Taj: Izzy, where are you going? Come back here.
America: Damn that! Get in there and whoop Arley’s ass some more!
Izzy stands up from the table, removes her headset and steps around the table. Meanwhile, Jenn Drew takes her title belt and bashes Griffin over the head with it! Jenn stands over the barely conscious Griffin.
Jenn Drew: (shouting) You’re next!
Taj: Jenn has just taken out Griffin!
America: Best move of the night if you ask me! Jenn putting that spotlight hogging Griffin Hawkins in his rightful place: at her feet!
Jenn slides out of the ring as Izzy slides into the ring. She appears to be stalking Arley as the crowd has no clue what is about to happen. Arley slowly gets up as Izzy does the same. Arley slowly turns around as Izzy strikes with her version of her uncle’s DKO. Izzy doesn’t stop as she drags Arley toward the corner. She leaps up onto the top, motions before leaping off while landing on top of Arley following a picture perfect 450 Splash.
Taj: What in the hell? Izzy just attacked Arley!
America: Say what you will but Izzy just made a statement here tonight.
Izzy smirks before sliding out of the ring as “Boss’s Daughter” starts playing again. Izzy is backing up the ramp while looking at Arley slowly starting to move around.
Izzy Marx: Tag you’re it.
Izzy laughs as she disappears behind the curtain.
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