Post by Legal Department on Jun 10, 2021 15:31:34 GMT -8
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
The camera pans over the arena and the cheering crowd as the music plays, eventually coming to a stop at the commentary table where Vance Isaac Parker and Mike “Spazz” Spasiano are seated. VIP’s decked out in a green racing blazer and tie with a purple shirt, and Mike’s a bit more casual with a yellow hoodie, long blond hair, a black EPIC T-shirt with its colorful logo, blue jeans, and sneakers. A can of Sprite sits within easy reach of Spazz, while a cooler full of drinks of their choosing rests between the two behind the table.
VIP: A warm welcome to our One Dub Family for joining me tonight on this special occasion. It's big, it's bad, ladies and gentlemen this….is….EPIC! Welcome to the newest show of The Movement. I am Vance Isaac Parker and your voice of all the EPIC action and to my right here….sigh....folks on behalf of One Dub I apologize, this is --
Spazz: MIKE SPAZZ!!! SUP BITCHES! LET’S GET EPIC UP IN HEEEEERRRRREEEE IN MOTHA-FUCKIN-RUSSIA!!!
VIP: Hey, this is a family show! Don't make me get you a swear jar…...
Spazz: Oh, yous gonna’ be one of those guys.
VIP: ...At any rate, we've got a jammin' main event for you tonight where we're actually going to take down the ropes and let two heated rivals fight it out with only their most basic instincts to guide their actions!
Spazz: Molly O’Hatherine, Ginger Ninja extraordinaire and baddest freckled chick in any building taking on Justice Cross who’s got years on her hide, a chip on her shoulder, and a lot to prove!
VIP: But before that, we’ve got perennial fan favorite and member of the no-pants brigade Griffin Hawkins, and he takes on that grizzled veteran Don Tirri. Both men seem to have their own issues going on between our 1 Dub Champion and, in Don’s case, Alexandria Cruise. How will that affect them as they do battle in a match that’s sure to be labeled can’t miss?
Spazz: They’ve both come a looooong ass ways from the good old days of their younger years, both seasoned as fuck, but I’m leanin’ towards Don because nobody fucks with tha’ Don! Griff may be a badass in his own right, but Donnie’s one of those guys that defined the term bad motherfucker! When Griff Hawkins was cuttin’ his teeth, Donnie was in his prime, and he ain’t lost much in his step since them days either.
VIP: We’ve also got Greta Nyx taking on Janica Jordan, both are coming off a victory at Moscow’s “From Russia With Love” show, and we know both will want to continue that momentum as they try and jockey for position in the championship rankings. But like the Highlander, in the end, there can be only one… and we ask “who wants it more?”
Spazz: I wrestled Greta’s dad when I was green and barely knew what a wristlock was. Her old man was a mean, surly bastard. Here’s to hopin’ she’s only half as mean because Janica’s an ex-biker bitch, and you don’t fuck with biker bitch’s, ex or not yo!
VIP: But up first, we’ve got an EXCLUSIVE interview with none other than the class clown of 1 Dub and my friend, Lash Donohue. To say he’s been up to some stuff would be an understatement because Lash is ALWAYS up to something, but let’s go see what it is he’s up to today, right now, up ahead on the 1Tron!
BACKSTAGE
Once the introduction rolls out, a whole different scene pops up on the 1Tron. The crowd seated in the arena offers a mixed response as Mickey Greer appears backstage on the big screen, microphone in hand.
Mickey Greer: I know, I know...
Mickey visibly rolls his eyes, and this provokes a much more negative response.
Mickey Greer: Oh, give it a rest. I'm just out here trying to welcome you all to AHHHH!!
There's a round of laughter and then a POP as Lash barges in through the double doors and nearly bowls Mickey over in the process. There's another POP as Lash looks right at the camera and grins coyly for just a second before frowning slightly as Mickey cuts in.
Mickey Greer: Hey you! Donohue!
Lash Donohue: Why do you look like every Seinfeld character amalgamated into one?
BIG laugh from the crowd as Greer tries to respond, but Lash simply snatches his microphone off him. There's a squeal from the mic and a loud *BFFF!* type sound as Lash gently bops him on the head with it, and Mickey looks like he's growing more ropable by the minute from here on out.
Lash Donohue: Yo! Privet ublyudki!
There's a HUGE laugh from the Moscow crowd, and Lash beams as he soaks it up.
Mickey Greer (getting close to the mic): Uhh. Lash. You can't s...
The fans laugh as Lash cuts Mickey off with a simple wrist flick. Mickey obviously doesn't want to test his patience, so he pipes down.
Lash Donohue: Now that's out of the way, I'ma get down to business. As y'all know...
The fans pipe up a little as Lash unclips the NVR R!ZE belt and proudly hauls it up over his shoulder so everyone can get a good look.
Lash Donohue: This beauty is on the line tonight, and it's against none other than Flippity Doodah, herself!
HUGE pop for the mention of Arley, and Lash goes ahead and encourages it.
Lash Donohue: My very own sister. That chick who can blow that giant schnoz of hers from under a garage door...
The "OH BURN!" type of reaction Lash gets from Moscow is pronounced, and he grins knowingly.
Lash Donohue: Nahh. I mess with her all the damn time. I don't gotta do this. Let's start over.
Mickey Greer: Lash, if I m...
Lash bops Greer on the head with his own microphone once more.
Lash Donohue: Did I say you could speak, ya counterfeit Jerry Seinfeld lookin' motherf***er?!
HUGE laugh from the crowd, and "Jerry" seems to know his place now. He throws his hands up and walks away, sans his mic.
Lash Donohue: Well. Yoink, I guess! Hey. Where was I? Oh. Yeah. Arley? Listen, dear sister. Anything that happens out there tonight stays out there, yo. It's nothing personal. Anything that is getting defended tonight? Well, you bet your ass it stays with me!
Lash gets a pop for this as he winds down his promo.
Lash Donohue: You can try as you might, but you just ain't gonna be able to pry this thing outta my hands. Simple truth! Embrace it.
Mixed reaction from the Moscow fans, but LD doesn't care. Lash pats the plate of his title firmly as he starts to walk offscreen.
Lash Donohue: Yo, I'ma go ahead and do Mickey's job for him too! Humongous NVR R!ZE title match for our opening bout, y'all. And it's coming up...nnnnow!
Lash disappears through a curtain as the opening beats of his theme hit the speakers, and the Moscow fans are suddenly louder than they have been all night.
Spazz: Fuckin’ love me some Lash Donohue. That dude’s like my hero, and you wanna’ know why? Because he does everything I’d have done when I was his age yo.
VIP: It’s easy for people to roll their eyes and give us that classic “brrrruuuuuhhhhhh” moment with Lash and, well, anything he does, but y’know? That man lives his life exactly as he wants, and no one can tell him otherwise. A lot of people couldn’t do that. Respect.
BACKSTAGE
As we cut to the back, we can see Justice standing in the women's locker room, looking into the mirror checking everything over. She would be on her phone at the time talking with someone.
VIP: Oh boy, it’s Justice Cross, everybody. I’d say she’s the walking apology, but uhh…...I mean my broadcast partner is right here.
Spazz: I’d be insulted, but I ain’t about that life. I say sorry for no one, especially myself! That bitch is always sayin’ she’s sorry, and we know those fingers are crossed behind that back!
VIP: Ohhh, hey Spazz, didn’t see ya there.
Vance says with a raise of his eyebrow.
Spazz: Get yo vision checked son! *chuckles*
Justice Cross: I mean, it's Arley and Lash. You know who I am going to go with on that. Make it a thousand dollars on Lash for the win.
Pacing back and forth, she would look around the room to make sure she was the only one in there.
Justice Cross: You heard me right. A thousand on Lash for the win.
Pauses quickly before going to a chair sitting down on it.
Justice Cross: Are you kidding me right now? Look, everyone knows that Greta Nyx and Janica Jayden are nobodies. They are here because they think they made it to the big time, but I can assure you they have yet to do that.
Rolling her eyes, she quickly spoke again.
Justice Cross: You know what I meant. Those two little girls show up here thinking they can do this job, yet I can run circles around them. Honestly, I don't even know who they are, so again I ask you...who are they?
Hearing the response from that, she would have a shocked yet surprised look on her face.
Justice Cross: I am the main event, sweetheart.
Closing her eyes, she began to grow a little mad.
Justice Cross: I've worked for this moment my entire career, and there isn't anyone who can stop me. Seriously think about this. Molly and I have had our differences as of late, but that is because I beat her little friend down. And you know what else? I'm going to beat her down during our match and show her exactly what it was that Coda felt. I mean, if Coda didn't come question me, I wouldn't have had to take the trash out.
Growing quiet, she told them she would have to call them back when she noticed Brie Matthews standing there, and she turned around facing her.
Justice Cross: I got your message.
Brianna Matthews: Good.
Justice Cross: Can we just talk about this like civilized human beings?
Brianna Matthews: We could have until you chose to threaten me.
Justice would walk over to her bag and shut it. She then picked it up and placed it inside her locker.
Justice Cross: That was just for show. Bianca was there, and I wanted her to see that I could be a good friend to her.
Brianna Matthews: I am so sick and tired of hearing that name. Bianca this...Bianca that.
Justice Cross: Bianca was right. You're just jealous.
Brianna Matthews: Excuse me?
Justice Cross: I said you're jealous. You can't stand the fact that I'm in the main event.
Brianna Matthews: First of all, I'm not jealous. Second of all, you sold out.
Justice Cross: I never sold out. Why can't you people understand that what I did was bought in? I did things the right way, and it never got me anywhere. I have tried each and every night to get a main event match, and I was always turned down.
Brianna Matthews: Well, congratulations, sweetheart. You're facing Molly in the main event. I hope you’re happy.
Justice Cross: Considering how Molly has treated me? Yes. Because I did nothing wrong.
Brianna Matthews: You attacked her friend! But I guess you just don't really care about what that word means, do you? I'm your son's godmother, and you had the audacity to threaten me talking about how I was supposed to consider you getting in my face as a warning.
Justice Cross: I don't have time for this. I have a match to go take care of. Now, if you'll excuse me...I have to go find Bianca.
Justice would walk out of the locker room then. She made her way down the hall, waving to the fans in that hall even blowing some kisses. When she finally got to where Bianca was waiting for her, they both noticed a guy walk up to them with a box in his hand.
Guy: Mrs. Cross?
Justice Cross: Yeah.
Guy: I was told to deliver this to you.
Justice would take the box and go over to the table near them. The two girls converse about it for a moment then Justice lifted the lid to find a sausage pizza inside. They each take a piece then start eating it. A few seconds later, Justice is spitting hers out then reaches to the other pieces taking the toppings off looking through them.
Justice Cross: Anchovies! Damn it. This pizza is still nasty. Come on, Bianca. Let's go get us some real food.
We go back to the ring as the two walk off down the hall.
Spazz: Anchovies? Who the fuck still puts anchovies on pizza? Was that one of your pizzas, Vance? I heard you make pizza in your downtime.
VIP: Mmm, anchovies, hope there’s some alfredo sauce on that. That’s the only way to party. I hope she thanks her delivery driver for that!
Spazz: Dude, you evil… let’s hit the opening match! All this talkin’ has me anxious to see some fists start flying!
Opening Match:
NVR R!ZE Championship
"The Suicide Blonde" Arley Kirk versus "Diamond" Lash Donohue ©
NVR R!ZE Championship
"The Suicide Blonde" Arley Kirk versus "Diamond" Lash Donohue ©
After two exciting entrances, the Russian crowd is chomping at the bit for these two to lock up, and for the first-ever Epic match to get underway! After a fist bump and a quick round of circling, the noise level grows as they don't keep them waiting any longer. Lash holds firm as Arley tries to push him back toward the ropes, and Arley suddenly recoils, breaks away, and starts coughing as Lash throws his head back, laughing at his handiwork. The crowd quickly cottons on and there's laughter from them too.
Spazz: BAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! FUCK YEAH! Classic Gas Chamber! Ain’t seen that shit since 2001, yo, when Nasty Kash faced Beretta Colt at the Colosseum in Vegas!
VIP: Dude. No. It’s twenty-twenty-one, c’mon. You can’t make gas chamber jokes… Twitter would have us canceled for that!
Spazz: True. There’s a reason I ain’t on Twitter. They canceled my ass.
VIP: Checkmate, Spazz.
Arley stares daggers at Lash. A look that unmistakably says, "Stop fakkin' around,” and Lash shrugs as the two lunge forward, the crowd getting even louder as they lock up for real. Lash with the go behind and a waistlock takedown attempt, AK thwarts it with a back elbow and tries for a single-arm snapmare. Lash keeps his footing and tries to throw Arley backward in a modified back suplex, but AK surprises both him and the fans as she slips into a wheelbarrow and takes him over with an arm drag. Lash back to his feet, AK with a second arm drag! Lash gets back to his feet, gritting his teeth, and he easily deflects Arley's third attempt at an arm drag, reeling her in and sending his elder sister sailing with a smooth northern lights suplex. But, wait, he's hanging onto that position. Arley eats a second consecutive northern lights! Lash holds it and rises once more, looking to nail her with a third northern lights suplex, but AK once again surprises Lash by breaking free halfway up and turning it into a sunset flip! Cover!
ONE
TWO
T… KICKOUT!
VIP: That Northern Lights Suplex, it’s always a thing of beauty. I should learn to perfect one and add it to my moveset, yeah?
Spazz: Go for it! People don’t appreciate that move these days, and it works so damn good when they don’t see it comin’!
Arley nearly had it in the early stages! Lash is a little bit peeved, and it shows in his body language as Arley paintbrushes him playfully and taunts him to get back up. They lock up again, and Arley gets the arm wringer, which Lash promptly reverses. Arley cries out and executes an army roll trying to free herself, but Lash growls as he yanks her back to her feet, swings her arm around again, and as Lash nails her with a VICIOUS back hook kick, AK drops like she was shot!
Crowd: OH!!!
ONE
TWO… KICKOUT!
VIP: Oomph, that was bowling-shoe-ugly. If it weren’t so early, I’d have bought that as the three. Shoulda saved it, Lash!
Arley kicks out, but she's woozy, and there's a small trickle of blood from her left nostril as Lash drags her back up and sends her for an Irish whip. Lash ducks down looking for a backdrop, but the crowd revs up as AK mid-air cartwheels right over him, springboards, and comes back with a headscissors takedown, converting into a standing fujiwara.
Arley Kirk: YUH, C'MON LASHY!!! WOAH!!
VIP: A classic Fujiwara Armbar from Arley, impressive even as she looks like she was busted open the hard way. That girl has GRIT!
Spazz: Bleeding or not, she’s gonna’ pull any win she can outta’ that tiny ass of hers!
There's a laugh from the fans as Lash easily flips her over on her back, and in a split second, he nearly has her turned over for the Donohue Deathlock, but Arley uses her wits and frees herself with a monkey flip. Then, both to their feet again, Lash deflects a standing dropkick, immediately grabbing her legs as she lands and wrapping them around his own as he grabs her arms, pulling her back before stomping her face into the mat, earning himself a mixed reaction.
Spazz: BOOM MOFUGGAS!!! No lie, I love Arley, but Lash is taking her ass to school up in here!
VIP: I take it back, THAT was bowling-shoe-ugly! Had that happened on the streets, we’d have just called a hate crime right now.
Lash looks around and pulls a mischievous grin as he hits the ropes and comes back with a guillotine legdrop - but Arley rolls to the side, and Lash hits only canvas! Arley, with her wits about her, rolls back and grabs Lash’ arms behind him and pulls, her feet pressed against his back for added leverage as she belts out;
Arley Kirk: TAP OR I'LL BREAK IT!
VIP: Lash went for broke, but Arley with the wherewithal to avoid it and now the balance of power has shifted quicker than you can say “Spazz, get the swear jar!”
Spazz: TAP OR SNAP MOFUGGAAAA!!!
Lash struggles valiantly, but his arms quickly stop flailing as he seems to go limp. The referee checks up on him, raising an arm that quickly falls. The crowd volume picks up as the ref checks again and the arm falls to his side again. Once more, the ref raises the arm, but this time, the crowd POPS as Lash's arm stays up, and he starts to try breaking out of the modified dragon sleeper, finally succeeding with a barrage of elbows to the ribs, forcing AK to relent. Both combatants gingerly get to her feet, and Lash tries to take her down with a deep arm drag, but AK lands on her feet. He roars and almost takes her head off with a discus forearm, but the fans POP as Arley matrix dives, kips back up behind Lash, and sends him spilling out to the floor with a chaotic hurricanrana!
VIP: Just call her phenomenal, cause she’s ready to fly!
Spazz: She ever find something she can’t jump off of?
The crowd does the woahhhh, which slowly builds up as AK hits the ropes on the other side, bounces to the middle rope, bounces to the top, and launches off with a shooting star DDT!
VIP: Whoa, what a move!
Spazz: Fuckin’ B-E-A-UTIFUL!!!!
Arley gets impressive air time before Lash's head spikes into the mats, and the crowd doesn't know what to do, so they just make a bunch of noise as the referee starts the count.
1
2
3
4
It's Arley who gets up to her knees first, grabbing an arm and a handful of dreadlocks as she pulls a 'gross!' face.
5
6
7
Arley goes to smack Lash's face into the apron, but she eats a back elbow and the crowd gives Lash grief as he drops her across it with a full nelson facebuster before he rolls her back in.
8
Lash Donohue: Oh ALRIGHT, DAMN!
The fans laugh as Lash growls as he leaps over the top rope and then stares daggers at the ref.
Lash Donohue: YO, just because you're on day release from Butyrka Prison Castle, it don't mean you oughta throw ya weight around!
VIP: C’mon, buddy, that’s a former 1 Dub World Champion. If you have a chance to finish her, then do it.
Spazz: Hey being stupid is part of wrestling too, dawg.
Lash goes to drag Arley to her feet, and the fans are on their feet as she reels him into a tight small package!
ONE
TWO… KICKOUT!
Lash reverses into an inside cradle and throws his other leg over the top!
ONE
TWO
T… KICKOUT!
Arley wriggles free and tries for a bridging pin.
ONE
TWO
T.., KICKOUT!
Donohue gets a shoulder up and tries to reverse but AK backrolls, yet Lash catches her, rolls, and flips over the top of her! La magistral cradle!
ONE
TWO
THR.., KICKOUT!
Arley breaks free and gets the shoulder up!
Lash is FURIOUS and gets up in the referee's face, smacking his hands together three times! He gets a laugh out of all of this.
Lash Donohue: THAT WAS THREE, YOU ZEBRA!! HUH??
The ref quickly cowers away, and the fans are on their feet once more as Arley creeps up, shoves him forward into the ropes, and comes back with a tight rolling bridging pin, but Lash has way too much momentum on his side as he manages to roll back in the perfect position to snare Arley in the double underhook!
VIP: That double underhook can only mean one thing...BURY-GO-ROUND time!
Spazz: BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!
Lash swings Arley around onto the top of her head, and the crowd GROANS as she seems to bounce a foot in the air on impact before crumpling like an accordion, Lash rolling her up into a ball..
VIP: Oomph! I gotta check my own self for bumps and bruises on that! That’s gotta be ballgame.
Spazz: No shit, dawg!
Lash counts along with the referee, encouraging the crowd to do the same
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTTHHHRRREEE!!!
Torres: Here is your winner by pinfall… AND STILL NVR R!ZE Champion… Lash Donohue!!
VIP: Lash just defeated a former world champ to retain his own title—the same woman who just came up in a losing effort at From Russia With Love. With a performance like that, if I’m our champion, Jenni Drew, I’m keeping a set of eyes on Lash Donohue.
Spazz: Yeah, I remember seeing proto-Lash before he found his stride. Dude has come a looooong ass ways from just being another Clown in tha’ ring, yet these days he’s been killing it to motherfucking DEATH son! Owning that ring, and he just beat a former world champion in his sister, Arley Kirk!
VIP: Keep cursing like that, and I’m gonna talk to HR and set you on payroll deductions. What a match we just witnessed, what a way to start the show! Lash put on a show-stealing performance but take nothing from Arley. It takes two to make a good match, and you can see the chemistry between them for… uhh, obvious reasons.
Spazz: The match did rule, and as for how I talk, I've been working commentary for about 25 years, dawg. No company has penalized me yet for how I talk!
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, we see Janica Jayden repeatedly smacking her hand with her signature pool cue as she puts a scowl on her face.
Janica Jayden: There must be someone very hard of hearing at One Wrestle Movement, because my pleas have fallen on deaf ears...
She said, as Janica would grip the cue a bit tighter, her aggression showing as she spoke.
Janica Jayden: I don't want Greta Nyx. I didn't want Jordan Monroe. I don't want Jenn Drew, Donahue, Arley Kirk, The Regulators, the Headhunters, or any of the rest of the cavalcade of bumblefucks you want to throw at me... so why are you wasting my time and delaying the inevitable?
She said with a cold tone to her voice.
Janica Jayden: Viola tried to break me. She stabbed me in the back, and I'm here for her head! Give me her, or I am going to make an example out of this poor girl you chosen for me to fight... Do the right thing... let me have her.
Janica said with a bit of a crazed smile as we move back to ringside.
Spazz: Like I said, don’t piss off a crazy ex-biker chick, because you may take the bitch off the bike, but you’ll never take the crazy out the bitch, yo.
VIP: This is a family show, c’mon Spazz! Not every woman you see can be described by that word. Do we have a producer in the truck that can bleep you? Haha, anyway, Janica Jayden is up right NOW!
Singles Match
Greta Nyx versus Janica Jayden
Greta Nyx versus Janica Jayden
Janica and Greta lock horns as soon as the bell rings, a test of strength with their hands cuffed together until Jayden starts to shove her opponent into an impressive bridge! Janice mounts the gothic newbie with their hands still linked, then presses her opponent’s shoulders to the mat. Once the arch falls to the mat, the referee calls for the pin. However, Greta kicks out before the count of one, twisting their positions to take advantage! A reversal of fortune, Nyx mounts Gayden now and hits her in the face with left hook after right hook! Fists rain down over and over again, the light in Janica’s eyes slowly fading over time. That is until a burst of rage overcomes her whole body! The ‘ex-biker chick’ catches a closed hand to the roar of the crowd, surprise on Greta’s face as she’s pushed to the side, allowing Janica to climb to her feet. On her hands and knees, Nyx is struck with a vicious kick to the abdomen. It leaves a faint red mark on the skin — a target as far as Janica Jayden is concerned! Kick, kick, kick! Elbow drop! Janica seems crazed, shouting an inaudible phrase with the word ‘Viola’ distinct through it all.
VIP: I’ve seen more strikes in these opening minutes than a mixed martial arts fight!
Spazz: She kicks high, yo! I like it!
Janica tugs her dazed opponent in a full-nelson, her eyes on the camera as the crowd cheers wildly! The full-nelson legsweep facebuster she calls Black Sunshine connects, but before Janica could lock in the submission portion of the move, Greta Nyx slips out of the hold and slides underneath the ropes in desperation to catch her breath! During the interlude, Janica Jayden asks an Epic official for a microphone.
VIP: Who asks for a mic during a live match? That takes real cajones to do...and a total lack of respect for your opponent’s ability.
Spazz: That bitch do!
Janica Jayden: This is what’ll happen to Viola when One Wrestling Movement finally gives me the match I want!! Understand?!
She flippantly tosses the microphone out of the ring, gesturing for Greta Nyx to come back in with a wild gesture of her arms. Nyx does just that, climbing onto the apron. Janica gives her space, backing up towards the other side of the ring to assure things were fair, but as soon as Greta’s leg stepped through with their eyes connected, Jayden runs at the speed of a freight train! Black Sunshine!! After the famous full-nelson legsweep facebuster hits, the bridging double chickenwing is locked in in the middle of the ring!
Torres: Here is your winner by submission… Janica Jayden!!
VIP: An emphatic statement to a physical match. No doubt statements were made, and I’m confident Viola heard things loud and clear. The question is, how will she respond on the following Glory?!
Spazz: Viola’s probably gonna’ smack her upside her head. We’ll have to just wait n’ see won’t we?
BACKSTAGE
We open up to a view of the rafters in the CSKA arena in Moscow, a location that not only hosted the most recent Legendary but also is now hosting the first-ever Epic by 1 Wrestle Movement. The camera pans the ceiling-level setup until the frame of “Old School Cool” Don Tirri can be spotted. The Finn is dressed in his wrestling gear, no fancy accessories this time, moving across the catwalks of the rafters with experience ease.
Don Tirri: Ya know, Legendary was a bust. I underestimated Vickie Salinas and paid the price. No biggie, you win some, you lose some. She fought well, and I got beat. Fortunately, it was a match with no stakes, so I can just shrug and move on. Hopefully, she gets some proper upward momentum out of it.
The Big Finn is keeping his gaze at the ceiling as if looking for something. Occasionally he throws glances at the camera as well as his feet to make sure he doesn’t step on thin air.
Don Tirri: And tonight, I am taking on Griffith Hawkins in the very first episode of Epic, in a rematch from Reno. That one was interrupted rudely by a mouthy sore loser cunt. But that’s not OneDub-business, so enough about that. See, I like Griff. He’s a stand-up dude with great taste in music, even if not perfect. And when I wrestle someone I like, I want the match to end in a clean, decisive finish. And we got robbed of that. So tonight, I sincerely hope we get to do just that. Regardless of which one of us comes out on top.
Tirri spots whatever he was looking for, and a smile spreads to his lips. He leans down to pick up a bag that looks like anything but his. He makes his way towards a girder that connects the catwalk to the roof and gets climbing, using his long reach and trunk-like legs to secure himself right on the roof of the building. He fishes out a padlock from his pocket and, with a few movements, secures the bag hanging from the very top of the building. He climbs back down to a catwalk and leans against the guardrail.
Don Tirri: With my Texas Deathmatch at Glory 13 against Molly looming on the horizon, tonight will be a great way to unwind, let out some steam, and have fun. So Griff, you, me, the squared circle. Lets get it done. Let’s make sure that when people think back to the inaugural Epic, they don’t think of Lash versus AK. They don’t think of Nyx versus Jayden. They don’t think of Justice versus Molly. They think of Griff versus Tirri.
He lights up a cigarette and lets out a chuckle.
Don Tirri: That’s about all I got to say. Except… Hey AK… that’s yours, by the way.
He points at the bag hanging from the rafters and starts making his way down to the arena floor.
VIP: …….What exactly is in that bag? Whatever it is, I’m sure it can’t possibly be any good!
Spazz: What’s in the fuckin’ bag, Vance…. WHAT’S IN THE BAG?!
VIP: Well, you could go poke it. Go to the catwalk, shimmy your way up there, find the bag, and poke it with a stick. Maybe dump it out for us to see… simple, no?
Spazz: They don’t pay me enough to do that.
PARKING LOT
We go to the parking lot where Griffin Hawkins is sitting on his black Corvette.
Griffin Hawkins: Some years ago… I used to watch my heroes in the ring. I saw how they flew off the top rope, how they slammed down their opponents with vicious veracity, how they had their hand raised by the time it was all said and done. I watched as a kid and said to myself… that is what I want to do. One of the many greats I saw.. .was Don Tirri.
A smirk comes across his face.
Griffin Hawkins: I had no idea that decades later, it'd be me standing across the ring from a man I idolized growing up. Many would think this is our first meeting... but it's not. For those who don't know, our first clash took place in another organization called UPRISING… and it was interference from some jackass named Chris Mosh that ruined the entire thing. We both swore that the next time we faced off, there would be a winner. Little did we know that that rematch would happen weeks later.
He steps off the car.
Griffin Hawkins: Don, you and I have the same way of thinking. This is what we were born to do. We've been told our whole careers that we would never make it to the big stage. We were told we don't got what it takes to make it to the main event… and each time, we stuck it right in their faces. So, of course, people like us will cross paths with one another. The first time, nothing was settled. Now… there's nobody to interfere, it's just you… and me.
He looks straight at the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: I've already been in the ring with you once, Don… and I know how hard you hit. I know for sure that I'm gonna feel it for weeks after this match. My one goal is to get that World Heavyweight Title… and I'm willing to go through anybody and everybody to get there, especially you. Now… is no bad blood between us, just two athletes in the prime of our careers, looking to prove ourselves. Let's tear it up.
He walks off camera as we head back to the ring.
Spazz: Two guys with lots of respect for each other, but Donnie T ain’t lost a step since that time he kicked my ass in Chicago back in ‘97. Griff better be happy he ain’t facing that big bad mofugga in his prime.
VIP: ...Is that why you’re an announcer, now?
Spazz: No. I landed neck first on a guardrail back in like 2000-ish overshooting a suicide plancha. Yous got no idea about Donnie though, dawg, he’ll fuck yo shit UP! We still don’t know what’s in that bag, son!
Singles Match
"Old School" Don Tirri versus Griffin Hawkins
"Old School" Don Tirri versus Griffin Hawkins
Similar to their match at UPRISING Episode 12 in the Silver State Ballroom just two weeks ago, Don Tirri and Griffin Hawkins respectfully bump fists in the middle of the ring. Then the two of them look out into the much bigger Russian crowd, in awe of the moment the two share. With a silent nod, though, the two agree to start. Both of them circle the ring, until this time starting their match with an exchange of punches. The crowd seems evenly split between the two, cheering for their favorite back and forth while the pair traded blows. All of their strikes hit the mark straight to the head, their toughness on display until Tirri finally managed to dodge and flow behind his comrade! His side headlock gets reversed, a shove sending him running towards the ropes. Tirri bounces back and runs into Griffin hunched forward for a back body drop only to leave himself open for a kick to the face instead! Don flashes a cheeky grin as he loosens his limbs, walking around the ring while Hawkins recovers to an upright position.
VIP: A relatively even start by two adversaries that know each other ohsowell.
Spazz: They’ve battled more than a couple times over them years and Donnie ain’t the forgetful type!
As the two moved back to their corners to collect themselves, words are exchanged before suddenly the two rush at each other with gusto and collide with a double clothesline! Both of them fall off their feet! The referee starts to count to ten, but before he can even half finish his count, he has to start from one when Tirri crawls on top of his opponent for a lazy pin attempt.
One… KICKOUT!
Now Don brings Griffin to a seated position, wrapping arms around his opponent’s neck for a sleeper hold he calls—
Spazz: GETTIN’ CHOKED OUT FOOL!!
Attempting to crush the windpipe of the multi-time world champion, the crowd tries to will Griffin to their feet with cheers and stomps! Then, urged by their belief in him, he slowly starts to climb to his feet with Tirri’s arms still around his neck! The audience’s noise gets louder when he starts to elbow Don in the gut, but their heart sinks when Griffin collapses to his knees.
VIP: That could be all. No matter how big, strong, and flashy you are, the human brain can only survive a handful of minutes before fatality.
The Epic official asks him if he gives up, but Griffin doesn’t respond. His eyes are closed. The referee lifts his arm to try to trigger a response. The first time, his arm falls almost lifelessly by his side while Tirri continues to wrench his blood choke. The second time, his arm falls once more.
The third time, Griffin’s arm doesn’t fall! No, his hand isn’t a fist— it’s rock horns!!
VIP: No! It looks like he’s still got some fight!
Spazz: You can knock the Griffster on his ass, but he ain’t stayin’ there for long!
Hawkins’ face looks intense as the crowd cheers wildly, strength surging through his body, allowing him to not only climb back to his feet but flip Don Tirri to his back with an arm drag! Then, he roars to the crowd and shows off his rock horns again. Finally, he sticks out his tongue before he does a hair-i-copter for his adoring fans!
Griffin climbs the turnbuckle and stands on the high-risk district, his eyes intense as he watches Don Tirri start to stir. Then, after a deep breath, he jumps to hit his high-angle senton bomb he calls the Holy Diver and seamlessly transitions into a pin!!
ONE!!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!
TTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
VIP: That pinfall is as dead as the legend Griffin named that move after.
Spazz: Yo! Yo! YO! It’s my job to say the insensitive shit, not yours! Dio is a Rock GOD! Show some fucking respect!!!
VIP: What? I called him a legend.
The both of them are exhausted, wiped out on their backs beside each other. Tirri quips something inaudible for only Griffin to hear, causing Hawkins to smile faintly with his eyes on the rafters. It takes a while for them to climb back to their feet, but as soon as they do, we’re back to how we started— it’s a slugfest!
Crowd: Boo! Yay! Boo! Yay! Boooo— Yay!!
After an exchange of blows, their bodies are visibly wiped out from the lengthy contest, and Griffin decides it’s time to try to end this. He limps back unsteadily with his famed Shot In The Dark superkick that’s finished hundreds of matches in his lengthy career just to be a split second too late! Griffin’s childhood idol hits a Shot In The Dark of his own!! Hawkins stumbles but doesn’t fall! Now Don Tirri bounces off the ropes and connects The Boot with his former fan-turned-rival to the electric reaction of the crowd!!!
VIP: Ballgame!
ONE!!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!
TTTTHHHRRREEE!!!
Torres: Here is your winner by pinfall… Don Tirri!!
VIP: Like a rock concert, this match had it all - raucous cheering, high intensity, and drama. Two men went to war, and left every bit of it in the ring. That’s how you do it...certainly better than I can say for some of our wrestlers. And now the two of them are propping the other up, what a manly show of respect for long time friends.
Spazz: Donnie T is not the type you can just rush headlong into! Dude will beat not just the shit out of you, but knocked the soul outta’ your body if you ain’t careful!
After some celebration, Tirri reaches down to tug Griffin Hawkins back to his feet! Then, after their grueling battle, the two share the middle of the ring, their eyes locked as the audience watches closely. Finally, the two shake hands to the delight of the fans, and Tirri leaves the ring to Griffin, already heading backstage.
Spazz: Surprised by that, but then Big Don’s a hell of a lot nicer than he used to be. Dude used to take people’s heads off after matches just to put an exclamation point on shit.
Once Tirri’s walked through the curtain, Griffin looks out into the Russian crowd with appreciation again until suddenly—
VIP: OH C’MON NOW! WHY NOW?! JENN DREW HAS TO MAKE HER EPIC DEBUT AND SPOIL A GREAT MOMENT?! THIS IS SICK!
Spazz: Some bitches gotta’ make alotta’ noise to be heard. She won the belt, but that ain’t good enough. Now she’s gotta bury motherfuckers with it yo.
To the sounds of cheers, Don Tirri runs back out here to help Griffin! He slides into the ring, chasing Jenn off with her title in her hands!
VIP: Of course she slinks back away when the cavalry arrives. Talk about conduct unbecoming of a champion! We’re gonna need to have a long, hard look, at all the champions in 1 Dub and reinforce some proper ring etiquette, damn it this makes me sick!
Spazz: Hey Don would rip her ass in half like cheap balsa wood, dawg. Of course she’s gonna’ run for the hills like she got greased lightning on her heels.
IN-RING/COMMERCIAL BREAK
Driller Jaworski is seen sitting on a steel chair in the middle of the ring, the house lights dark, a single light shining down on him. He looks down at the mat, not lifting his head to look at the hard camera. Instead, he lifts the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.
Driller Jaworski: You know, some people, when they are faced with a near-death situation and come out the other side alive, realize their good fortune. They realize they’ve been given a new lease on life, a second chance, and they change their ways, especially if their previous actions are what led them to that near-death situation. Then, you have the other people, who don’t learn their lesson, who don’t realize the second chance they’ve been given, and they keep on doing the same thing that got them in trouble in the first place. They take advantage of their good fortune and don’t appreciate the gift of a new life that they’ve been given.
He pauses.
Driller Jaworski: And what happens to those people? They end up back in the same near-death situation, except this time, they succumb. They don’t get a third chance. They end up dead, in the ground, buried.
He pauses again before saying the name that fills him with extreme hatred.
Driller Jaworski: William James Cordova, you belong to that latter group of people. You and I were supposed to meet in this ring back on April 15, and believe me, that was going to be the day that you were ended, not just in wrestling, but in this world. Your mouth was writing checks that your ass couldn’t possibly cash, and you were going to meet your final judgment. Then Legendary 15 came. I sent Ryan Reynolds out of the arena on a stretcher, and then I myself was sent to a Vancouver jail, where I waited for a month and a half before they realized the charges they had on me weren’t going to stick. And in that time, April 15 came and April 15 went. You and I never did have that match.
He shakes his head.
Driller Jaworski: You avoided death. You were given a second chance. You were given a new lease on life. And what good fortune you had! Now that I was out of the picture, you were freed up to be in the Glory Championship tournament! It was like some deity in the sky was favoring you, laying out a golden path that led to all the wonders and riches of the world. This was the stuff that dreams were made of! You were set for life, kid!
The crowd watches intently.
Driller Jaworski: As for me, I’d moved on from you. I’d almost completely forgotten that you existed. That jail I was in had me wanting for another opponent, Dustin Holt, and his Prison Chamber Match. That’s who my mind was on, not you.
He pauses, takes a deep breath, and sighs. Then, suddenly, he shoots up out of his seat and looks into the hard camera with a face full of vitriol.
Driller Jaworski: So why the fuck would you get my attention again?! Why the fuck would you go back into the fire after coming out of it unscathed?! More importantly, why would you re-introduce yourself to me in the way that you did?! You did what no man should do. You committed a cardinal sin. You committed a sin so vile that it should be considered the eighth deadly sin. You interrupted me while I was doing what I do best: drilling an opponent’s head into the mat. I said I was going to make history in 1WM. I said that I wasn’t going to have my spotlight stolen anymore. I was about to follow through on both of those proclamations as I prepared to drive Chris Crippler’s head into the mat with a third Drill Bit.
He starts pacing around the ring. His tone becomes unhinged.
Driller Jaworski: I only needed one more. I only needed one more Drill Bit to do the job! I knew that if I hit that third piledriver, Chris Crippler’s neck was going to SNAP…and that would be the end of him. My name was going to go in the history books as the man who ended his career. May 31, 2021 was going to be the night that everyone remembered as the night that Driller Jaworski sent Crippler packing to a nursing home. It would have been the subject of all the wrestling documentaries and podcasts 20 years from now. And then…YOU SHOWED UP! You showed up with a steel chair and bashed me over my head, and busted my nose!
Break.
VIP: So you think it’s safe to say that William Cordova won’t be getting a Christmas card from Driller?
Spazz: He seems like a mail you members of your family in multiple boxes for Christmas kinda’ guy.
VIP: That could get pricey. I mean, have you SEEN the holiday shipping rates?!
Spazz: Yo you got a point there and UPS loses shit all the fucking time!!!!
Driller Jaworski: Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind seeing my own blood, and I don’t mind seeing a few stars, but when all of that came at the cost of fulfilling my obsession and giving me the notoriety that I deserve, that’s where you fucked up. Now, you don’t get a third chance. Your lease on life doesn’t get renewed. Your luck has run out, which can only lead me to conclude that you don’t appreciate your life. That’s fine, because I don’t appreciate your life either! Forget Holt. Forget anybody else that has crossed me here in One Wrestle Movement. You and your neck are my only desires, and whenever 1WM deems it fit to put you and I together in the ring for a match, I’m going to…
He pauses and breathes heavily.
Driller Jaworski: I’m going to…you know what? I’m not going to tell you what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to show you, because this right here is The Five Minute Drill!
The house lights go up, and 5:00 goes up on the screen. The crowd begins to stir.
Driller Jaworski: Start the clock! Let’s do this!
Spazz: Oh we’re doin’ this!
VIP: Folks, we got a five-minute drill. What that means is, Driller Jaworski is going to start a match, and he’s basically got five minutes to go carte blanche on anyone that steps in the ring with him. Some people would just mark their territory by urinating on a tree or a power pole, but some people just aren’t Jaworski. So here we go!
Impromptu Match
The Five-Minute Drill
The Five-Minute Drill
He slams the microphone down as the clock begins counting down. The Atlanta Braves Tomahawk Chop theme plays.
VIP: Who’s the lucky
Spazz: Who? Fuck it, let’s hear what he’s gotta’ say.
DJ grabs a microphone and walks around the ring.
DJ from the ATL: Driller, I know you’re all about drilling people, and believe me, I’d like to drill the entire women’s roster of 1WM, if you know what I mean.
He winks and looks into the camera.
DJ from the ATL: Hi, Coda.
VIP: cringe intensifies.
Spazz: I may be a creep every now and again, but even I ain’t talkin’ shit like that. I respect my womens, yo!
He turns his attention back to Driller.
DJ from the ATL: But as far as your kind of drilling, I’ve watched you enough to learn how to do what you do better than even YOU know how to do it.
He rolls into the ring.
DJ from the ATL: So allow me to show you how to hit a proper Drill Bit.
He drops his mic and walks towards Driller, who puts his hands up. DJ stops in place. Driller bends down and waves DJ over.
Spazz: The fuck is he doing? This is a setup!
VIP: Oh, that poor ignorant man, he doesn’t even know…
Spazz: If only his name was Scotty…. ‘Cause Scotty didn’t know either!
DJ cockily walks towards Driller and double underhooks his arms. He lifts, but Driller doesn’t budge. He lifts again, but Driller doesn’t go up. Then, out of nowhere, Driller escapes and rocks DJ with an elbow smash. DJ goes down like a sack of bricks. Driller locks him in a double underhook and lifts.
VIP: There’s enough stank on that Drill Bit that Lash Donohue would have tried to claim it...
Spazz: Felt my teeth rattle from that impact!
Driller press slams DJ out of the ring to the floor. Then, he picks up the mic.
Driller Jaworski: Go talk about that on your podcast. Now, who’s next?!
“All Star” by Smash Mouth plays.
VIP: O Captain, My Captain...may you rest in peace.
Spazz: Like he’s gonna’ do much better...
The Captain marches down to the ring in his star-spangled glory, pointing at Driller and looking to the fans for support. He rolls into the ring, rips off his tank top, and throws it at Driller. Driller laughs at the spectacle in front of him. The Captain poses for the crowd and cups his ear to encourage their cheers. Then, he turns to Driller and points at him again. The Captain and the crowd all scream, “YOU!” He winds back and hits Driller with a punch, but Driller doesn’t move. The Captain looks to the crowd, amazed that his patented punch didn’t faze the big man. He looks to the crowd and signals that he’s going to slam him. He scoops Driller up, but Driller wiggles his legs and lands on his feet, trapping the Captain in a reverse DDT position. Then, with an amazing display of strength, he effortlessly lifts the Captain straight up in a vertical position. The crowd marvels. Driller lets go but catches the Captain in a Tombstone and sends his masked head straight down into the canvas.
VIP: That’s one maiden voyage that never set sail.
Spazz: Hey, if he’s dumb enough…. Oh, here we fuckin’ go again!
Driller lifts the Captain straight up into the air again. He looks around the arena shouting.
Driller Jaworski: Where are you, Cordova?! Come be a hero again!
He waits for a few more seconds before planting Captain All-Star with another Screwed. Time runs out, and the buzzer sounds. EMTs run down to the ring to retrieve Captain All-Star. Driller doesn’t even acknowledge the scene in the ring as he grabs the microphone and paces around the ring, chanting a mantra that’s been buzzing in his head ever since May 31.
VIP: Rest in peace Captain All-Star….and good luck in whichever promotion you go to next, may it not have Driller Jaworski as a part of the locker room. I mean, for your sake...
Driller Jaworski: 1WM! GIVE ME CORDOVA! GIVE ME CORDOVA! GIVE ME CORDOVA!
VIP: Instructions unclear...I think Driller Jaworski might want William Cordova at this time?
Driller Jaworski: GIVE ME CORDOVA! GIVE ME CORDOVA! GIVE ME CORDOVA…
Spazz: I think he wants a bottle of Corona…. What do you think, Vinnie?
VIP: Or something to calm him down some, sheesh. Magnificent beard he has though. Majestic, even...
He repeats the mantra over and over while the fans boo and as the screen fades to black.
BACKSTAGE
We find the Ginger Ninja seated atop some black and yellow cargo containers just outside of Gorilla position, dressed and pressed for the fight that’s rapidly approaching. There’s a curious look on her face. She scoots forward a bit, then clasps her taped hands together before kicking things off.
Molly O’Hatherine: Molly O’Hatherine, tha’ Ginger Ninja here and I’m just minutes away from facin’ tha’ one and only Justice Cross. Ye’ know, Justice, fer a woman that’s been in tha’ business since 2003, ye’ve a naivete that seems so unbecoming of one with your experience. From what I’ve seen of ye’ down to how easily manipulated ye’ are by those less than yerself, I have ta’ ask what tha’ fawk have ye been doin’ with all yer time dear? Ye’ve a child, a life outside of the ring, and all that, but even when ye’ take all that and a long gap into account, I still find meself puzzled, yeah. Ye’ should have it more together than what I’ve seen.
Molly taps her chin and takes just a second with her brow furrowed slightly in thought.
Molly O’Hatherine: I mean me best friend is a mother of a child that’s now goin’ on, what, 8 years old? She runs multiple businesses, her own band, makes time for her family, and still wrestles like she ne’er left. Ye’ve got a few years on her, but I swear when I watch yer matches, ya’ keep makin’ rookie mistakes. Case in point was when Ursula threw ye’ into yer partner during Legendary in Moscow.
She just shakes her head a bit with a smirk.
Molly O’Hatherine: Granted, Bianca Davis is a fawkwit with tha’ craftiness of a fox that’s been hit in tha’ head with a shovel one too many times, so part of tha’ blame is on her fer not movin’ out tha’ way but fer fawk sake, ya’ hurl yerself at a block like Ursula and expect an outcome other than bein’ laid out? Ye had no plan other than the nonsense Bianca filled yer head with and she’s been Ursula’s betch fer a decade.
Half taped fingers brush vibrant red locks from her face as they fall in front of it, her head ever so slightly inclined forward.
Molly O’Hatherine: Not sayin’ yer useless in tha’ ring or in a fight, far from it, but a good fighter and a smart fighter are two different things. When I enter that ring, me mind is all about tha’ fight and winnin’ tha’ battle any which way I can, be it through confounding tha’ piss outta’ ya, out wrestlin’ and fightin’ ya’, or just takin’ yer own shite and turnin’ it right back on ye. There be no ropes in that ring, which leaves you at more of a disadvantage than me, fer while I like tha’ flash of bouncin’ off those ropes and tha’ unique offerings of such an assault, I donnae’ need it ta’ beat you.
There’s a wicked smile on that freckled face as she makes it obvious just much she thinks she has the advantage.
Molly O’Hatherine: It’ll be tha’ kinda’ fight ye’ donnae’ want with a lass like me. No overthinkin’ or bullshite, just a head on encounter with a bloody runaway train that’s cut her teeth fighting larger foes like Ursula Von Rossbach and Hirata Dokueki…. And unlike you, I’ve actually won fights against both and even with a bit of a disadvantage considering how Hirata is one of the most skilled and versatile wrestlers in tha’ ring today.
There’s a dark little chuckle as she flicks her tongue across dry lips.
Molly O’Hatherine: So dearie, ye’ better have somethin’ better than excuses and bullshite, otherwise I’m gonna’ walk tha’ bloody dog all over that arse and leave ye’ behind me like smolderin’ wreckage in a burned out dumpster fire.
The anticipation on her face is palpable in the most obvious way. She slips off the crates, dropping down to the floor with the camera following her movements. Molly lands in a low crouch, then rises, that smile never vanishing from her face.
Molly O’Hatherine: I’m eager fer this fight because one, ya’ hurt a dear friend in Coda, and two, I really hate betches like you who are about as sincere as a two pence whore sayin’ I love you. Ya’ go from hateful comments and spite to tryin’ to appease those around ye’ and why? We see right tha’ fawk through ya’ like dirty glass smeared in pig shit and lies.
She grips the camera by one side and pulls it in close, as if holding Justice’s cheek in her hand.
Molly O’Hatherine: I’d rather have tha angry Justice who stood by her word and meant what she said, rather than someone who tried placating people while simultaneously lyin’ to their fawkin’ faces, yeah. I liked and respected her far more than I do Bianca Davis and Joshua Samson’s puppet stooge with a hand up her arse. People like that’ll control and use ya’ like a rag until yer so filthy and used up that they toss ya’ in tha’ trash when done.
The smile fades, and for a brief moment a look of sympathy appears on Molly’s face.
Molly O’Hatherine: When that happens, I only hope ye have nae’ burned all tha’ bridges ye’ had because I promise ye’ that in tha’ end ye’ll be pickin’ up tha’ pieces of who ye’ were and puttin’ it back together with who ye’ve become from it. Ye might see ups amidst tha’ downs and think it’s not so bad, but all of us who’ve been around fer all our years and experienced all what wrestlin’ has ta’ offer in all it’s inglorious glory know how it ends. A true veteran would see it comin’, but either desperation or ignorance be yer guide and that is tha’ only part I feel any pity for with you, but we all have ta’ learn sometime that crooked people do crooked things and ruin good hearts.
The camera is pulled closer, until all that can be seen is her face.
Molly O’Hatherine: It’s not too late to escape yer fate, though with regards to this match? Well, lass... that can’t be changed.
She winks and shoots that wicked grin before shoving the camera back.
Molly O’Hatherine: MAY THA’ BEST GINGER WIN!!!!
Spinning around, she heads out of frame to the stairs at Gorilla as her music begins playing and lights start flashing on the other side!
VIP: ...How quickly do you think we can get ‘Molly’s Gonna Kill You’ to trend? I’m unsure Justice is really, truly aware of just what she’s gotten herself into.
Spazz: I’ve known Molly O’Hatherine for a long ass time, dawg. She’s fuckin’ mental, but at least she’s honest about that shit. Owns her crazy, yo. Justice is gonna’ be pissed if she was even paying attention to that shit.
VIP: Folks, it’s time for the reason we’re here tonight. Justice Cross, and Molly O’Hatherine. No ropes, barely a referee and he’s only there to count the fall or ring the bell for a submission. Just two people acting only on their basic instincts with only one goal on their mind; survival.
Main Event
No Ropes Match
Justice Cross versus “The Ginger Ninja” Molly O'Hatherine
No Ropes Match
Justice Cross versus “The Ginger Ninja” Molly O'Hatherine
No ropes, no posts, just a raised platform with steps, Molly O’Hatherine, Justice Cross, and a lone referee surrounded by screaming fans. There’s a wicked grin on Molly’s face as she and Cross close the distance. The crowd’s sudden booing gets both women’s attention as out steps Bianca Davis to join them at ringside, which is just enough of a distraction for Justice to get a cheap shot in on Molly, spinning the Ginger Ninja around and dropping her to one knee. Justice rushes in with a vicious knee strike that lifts Molly back up, opening her up to several wicked shots, driving her back to the edge of the ring.[/center]
VIP: Justice Cross, everyone. If she were truly as good as she claims to be, she'd have shown up alone. The very fact she didn't, Spazz, suggests she's got some fear in her… or at least a measure of uncertainty in her ability.
Spazz: Don’t know about you, but I’d say Bianca D don’t have too much faith in JC. I will say smart move on JC’s part, though, to hit while the Ginge is distracted.
Bianca laughs and mocks outside as Justice applies the OCTOPUS STRETCH to Molly! No ropes, no way to break the hold. It seems all hope is lost before the match even really begins! Yet one thing no one counts on is the strength of the Ginger Ninja. Flexing her muscles, tension visible in every bit of exposed and toned freckled flesh, she powers up to her feet and heaves herself back, slamming Justice to the canvas and pinning her shoulders! She’s forced to break the hold or take a pinfall.
One…
Two…
TH...KICKOUT!
VIP: Smart work by Molly here, breaking the hold without exerting much of her own energy.
Spazz: You know how hard it is to pull that off with someone bigger than you? Shit’s fuckin’ hard, son!
VIP: Hey, language!
Both women are back on their feet, and Molly comes back with THE GLASGOW KISS JUMPING HEADBUTT, rocking Justice right off her feet! Stunned and dazed, Justice gets up, clutching at her head only to find herself locked up with GOODNIGHT GRACIE HALF-NELSON REAR-NAKED CHOKE!!! She struggles in the submission, staggering back towards the edge of the ring, pushing Molly all the way. When she’s near the edge of the apron, Molly releases the hold and switches from a hold to a half-nelson suplex, SENDING JUSTICE OUTSIDE TO THE FLOOR!!!!
VIP: Ouch, even I felt that…it's perfect for Justice, though.
Spazz: I didn’t know that bitch could fly, yo!
VIP: …...
Molly kips to her feet with a woop while Justice looks as if she’s seriously hurting, cradling her head and neck as she fights to a stand. Molly backs up to the opposite side of the ring, all the way to the edge and as she starts to run, she’s tripped by Bianca, eating canvas! Bianca walks away, fanning her face and looking as innocent as possible as the ref didn’t see her interference!
VIP: This is starting to become a circus!
Spazz: WHERE’S MY MIDGET PARADE?!
Molly glares at her, pushing up very slowly. There’s a bit of an argument between the two, Bianca feigning innocence and calling Molly clumsy. This allows Justice to climb back into the ring unnoticed, stalking behind Molly, watching and waiting. Molly turns to run back at Justice who she’s surprised to see not only waiting, but running full steam ahead with THE SHINING WIZARD!!! Molly hits the canvas dazed, and Justice folds her up in a package pin!
One…
Two…
THR...KICKOUT!!!
VIP: A crushing blow by Justice there, Molly may be concussed. And Justice even almost did it on her own!
Spazz: They call it the Shining Wizard because everything looks shiny as fuck when you’re seeing double lights!
VIP: I'd say take a shot every time you swear, but I really don't want to call this show alone.
Justice snarls with annoyance, gathering her still stunned foe and locking on a single-arm necklock, throwing her feet and dropping with LIGHTS OUT CUTTER - NO!!! Molly shoves her off, sending her skidding across the ring. Justice rolls to a stand, and Molly’s on her before she even realizes it with a running kick to the gut, followed by rapid-fire kicks to the shin, knee, hip and a roundhouse to the head that sends her staggering. Justice swings blindly. Molly catches the arm and drops her to the canvas with a tight cross armbar! Justice manages to back roll out of it before Molly can lock on. Both women on their feet, and SPIRAL DROPKICK from Molly nearly sends Justice flying out of the ring! She falls and skids from the force of the impact all the way to the very edge!
VIP: Justice's advantage is all but gone now, even with her hired goon directing traffic.
Spazz: Bianca D’s no goon, she’s the rich bitch doin’ the bankrolling up in here.
Molly bursts full steam ahead at her, lost in the moment, and Justice capitalizes, dropping the shoulder and lifting Molly up and over, dropping her with THE LIGHTS OUT CUTTER across the apron! Molly flips to the floor, landing right next to Justice and seemingly completely out of it!!! Unfortunately, Justice seems to have jarred her shoulder on landing and is unable to capitalize quickly despite Bianca shouting at her several times to get up and get Molly in the ring!
VIP: A desperation maneuver by Justice there, but she's clearly not in position to capitalize on it fully.
Spazz: They both kinda’ fucked up after that, yo!
The seconds tick by as Justice gathers up Molly, clearly favoring one shoulder over the other. She rolls Molly over the apron, then pulls herself in with great effort before throwing an arm over Molly!
ONE!!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!
TTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
*OMFG POP!*
VIP: Like her or hate her, respect that she almost stole this match right there. But two counts are worth about as much as a customer service apology.
Spazz: I’d have more respect if she stole it without backup at ringside.
Justice slams her fists down on the canvas, holding three fingers up at the referee. She immediately starts arguing with the call. Meanwhile, outside, Bianca pulls Molly over the apron and hits a running boot right in her face, laughing maniacally as she does so!
VIP: Oh c'mon now, that's blatant highway robbery!
Spazz: That’s how the Bianca do, yo!
Justice pushes past the referee, moving in to grab Molly by the back of her top and hair, getting a sharp cry of pain from the Ginger Ninja as she yanks back and tosses her out of the ring! Molly hits the Spanish announce table and slides over it, sending both the Spanish commentators scattering back as she falls between them on the other side!
Spazz: RUN FOR YOUR LIVES, COUSINS FROM TJ MEXICO!!!
Justice hops down as Molly pulls herself upright into a wicked slap to the face, followed by her head being slammed into the table! She then rises onto the table, pulling Molly up with her. She starts to lift Molly for a suplex, only for Molly to kick her legs, drop back down on the table, then boot her in the gut, lift her up, and THE CROSS TO BEAR!!! Molly sends Justice through the table with a loud pop and crunch, both women laid out in the wreckage. Neither stir, laid out and clearly feeling every ounce of that impact as well as the match itself!
VIP: It's to my recollection that whoever rises first will have the clear advantage going forward.
Molly rises first, gritting her teeth as she feels needles of pain from head to toe. She gathers Justice up and slings her back into the ring, but before she can get back in, she’s stopped by Bianca Davis. Bianca shouts and curses at Molly, lobbing insults at her the entire time. They stop when Molly gives her a murderous, withering scowl and clenches a fist tight.
Spazz: Straight up murder a bitch with them eyes, yo!
As Molly backs Bianca up with evil intentions, this gives Justice time to actually recover somewhat, seated and clutching at her shoulder. Molly looks over her shoulder, seeing the referee watching and decides not to risk a potential DQ, sliding back into the ring to continue the match.
Spazz: BOOOO! The fans in the front row wanted Bianca’s head as a souvenir!!!
Justice gets up and starts to come at Molly only to suddenly fall to her knee with a sharp cry. The referee immediately checks on her. Molly starts to move in only for the Ref to put a hand up and stop her. As he looks back, suddenly Bianca Davis slides into the ring and blasts Molly in the face with her patented PERFUME SPRAY! Molly can’t help but clutch at her face with a sharp scream of pain. With her eyes burning, she blindly starts swinging in every direction. Bianca drops outside and just in time as all the Ref turns to see is The Ginger Ninja’s erratic behavior, unaware of what just happened.
VIP: You gotta be kidding me……
Spazz: You ever watch a Pretty Committee match in your life? They abuse that perfume shit!
Justice, however, doesn’t miss a beat, rushing in to duck a wild swing and hitting LIGHTS OUT on Molly O’Hatherine, her sudden shoulder injury seemingly no longer existent! On impact, she drops a shoulder over her foe for the...
VIP: NOT THIS WAY! NOT THIS WAY!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTTHHHRRREEE!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: JUSTICE CROSS!!!
Spazz: Bianca Davis is such a fucking bitch, dawg! She just made one of the best matches of the night a fuckin’ joke!!!
VIP: Justice wants to be taken as a serious threat, but all this did was prove her lack of respect, and drive. She'll do whatever to gain whichever type of advantage, and this is doubly true after watching the travesty we just witnessed!
Spazz: Nah, nah, I’m a motherfucker, but I appreciate good wrestling! Justice was tough as fuck, but without Bianca’s intervention, she’d’ve been meat to Molly’s grinder yo!
VIP: Hey! Language Spazz, this is a family show, or do I need to bring a swear jar next month?
Spazz: I ain’t even at my worst, yo, but that’s the close of the show! Snootchie Bootches Ladies and Germs! Till the next one!!!!